#nelle writes

[penofnelle]

Man in the booth

Have you ever wondered how some memories are kept so nicely? How you can still imagine the smell of the dish you had one evening years ago? The sound of laughter at a good joke you told. The warmth of the last hug you got from a friend. 

Some people say they have a very good memory. They should thank the man in the booth. 

He looks like many men. Your grandfather. Your neighbor. Your brother. An old friend. The mailman. A random stranger. An odd but perfect cultivation that, when you look at him, you find yourself feeling nostalgic.

It’s a fitting thing, when you see his booth. It's old and sturdy. There are stories in the shelves themselves if you know where to look. The grooves and wood stain. The dings and scratch marks. The feel of the woodgrain when you brush your fingertips across it. 

But there's more than just the shelves. 

The bits and bobs that decorate them. Chipped plates and old photographs of places you've never seen. Remnants of people you've never seen, might never meet. An old pair of earrings. A stained tie. A chewed up pen. Homemade gloves. 

Small things made their home on the shelves but that was not all. 

There were bigger things. 

A body length mirror with fingerprints on the glass. A baby's cradle with tiny teeth marks on one corner. A bicycle with a flat wheel and missing bell. 

There was even a kitchen sink that leaked. 

But no matter the size or what it was, it looked normal. No need to change it. Everything was in its rightful place. All put together in just the right way. 

Among it all is the man. He sits or stands behind his little counter decorated with more things. His fingers at home tapping on the wood or turning the pages of a book. 

He waits. 

He waits for you to come by. To go perusing the shelves and pick an item, a memory. For you to leave one behind.

He'll keep it safe and sound. It'll be perfectly fine in his booth, don't you worry. 

Then when you're feeling nostalgic and wish to remember the gentle touch of your mother's hand or the taste of the first meal you cooked on your own, come to the man's booth. He'll give you back the bits and bobbles you left behind. 

Then he'll go back behind the counter of his odd yet perfect little booth, where stories were in and on the shelves, waiting for another visitor. 

~

Kofi

[captainfairygodmother]

Not gonna lie, this was all I could think of every time Sofia showed up

[super-paper]

The rest is confetti.

(My Hero Academia x The Haunting of Hill House)

Had a particularly violent revelation about what AFOhouse reminds me of a couple days ago and decided I had to make this.

[greencloakedfae]

I think Nell should be allowed to swear. I know this is a family friendly show but I just think it would be very cathartic for her. And very attractive for me.

[fortheloveofwbb]

Wait a minute before you tell me anything,

how was your day?

Cause I've been missing

You by my side, yeah

Did I awake you out of your dreams?

I'm sorry but I couldn't sleep

You calm me down

There's something 'bout the sound of your voice

I-I-I-I'm never never

Never as far away as it may seem, oh

Soon we'll be together

We'll pick up right where we left off

Paris, London, Tokyo

There's just one thing that I gotta do

Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone

Hello, tuck you in every night)

And I can hardly take another goodbye

Baby, won't be long

You're the one that I'm waiting on

Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone, woah

Girl I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide

Girl I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide

(Girl I'll be thinking about you)

Yes, I may meet a million pretty girls that know my name

But don't you worry

Cause you have my heart

It ain't easy to keep on moving city to city

Just get up and go

The show must go on so I need you to be strong

I-I-I-I'm never never

Never as far away as it may seem

No never

Soon we'll be together

We'll pick up right where we left off

Paris, London, Tokyo

There's just one thing that I gotta do

Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone

Hello, tuck you in every night)

And I can hardly take another goodbye

Baby, won't be long

You're the one that I'm waiting on

Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone, woah

Girl I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide

Girl I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide

(Girl I'll be thinking about you)

Oh

Wherever the wind blows me

Yes you're still the one and only girl on my mind

No, there ain't no one better

So always remember

Always remember, girl you're mine

Paris, London, Tokyo

There's just one thing that I gotta do

Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone

Hello, tuck you in every night)

And I can hardly take another goodbye

Baby, won't be long

You're the one that I'm waiting on

Hello, tuck you in every night on the phone

Girl I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide

Girl I'll be thinking about you worldwide, worldwide, worldwide

(Girl I'll be thinking about you)

Worldwide

Yes, I may meet a million pretty girls that know my name

But don't you worry

Cause you have my heart

[mk-oc-imagines]

Shang Tsung x Quan Chi Headcanons

-Both SFW and NSFW

-Headcanons based on MK1 story mode and my own interpretation

-Writing under read more

SFW

They were attracted to each other from the start but were too isolated in their lives to pit a finger in their feelings

If they can, they are always side by side

It's a comfort they found on accident

Quan Chi is the only one who can touch Shang Tsung's things and vice versa

Neither of them can sleep in comfy beds - Shang Tsung prefers a pillow and some thin sheets, Quan Chi can sleep on the ground without anything

Quan Chi's mining experience comes in handy

"What is so important about this rock?" "That is black obsidian, you fool."

They will have troubles breaking apart some rocks and Quan Chi just waltzes over, takes the pickaxe and in one swift move breaks it, gives it back and leaves without any word

Shang Tsung: 'I wish that were me'

Their moves while casting magic stems from their backround - Shang Tsung is more elegant and gracious, while Quan Chi is more calculated and does not make any unnecessary moves that would drain energy

Quan Chi observes as Shang Tsung makes new elixirs and potions

At first, Shang Tsung thought Quan Chi was going to criticize him but when none came it made him even more uneasy

"Why are you here?" "Am I not allowed to watch my partner work?"

Since then it became their routine

Neither of them liked physical touch at the start

They touched each other on accident when they were reaching for the same thing

It was like they were burned

Shang Tsung keeps his distance but Quan Chi is left wanting more

Quan Chi initiates their close proximity, hand on Shang Tsung's shoulder, brushing their shoulders together

When Shang Tsung works, Quan Chi looks over his shoulder, pressing his chest to Shang Tsung's back, placing his hands next to Shang's

Just to see that soft blush

Shang Tsung wants but he doesn't know how to ask

So instead of asking verbally, he gives hints

While working, pulls his hair to the side, exposing the back of his neck

Quan Chi grows weak

And presses his lips to the exposed skin

Shang Tsung tenses up, shudder running trough him

Quan Chi thinks he has hurt him and backs away and doesn't initiate more close encounters

Shang Tsung keeps giving hints but it is like Quan Chi doesn't even see

It's Shang Tsung who has had enough and corners Quan Chi in a secluded area

And Shang Tsung can't say what he wants so he just pulls Quan Chi into s kiss

It's quick and clumsy and Shang Tsung's cheeks are *burning*

When Quan Chi doesn't react, Shang Tsung is ready to bolt but gets stopped when he is pulled into a deep kiss

The rest is a history from there

Shang Tsung is the little spoon

One wouldn't think that they would be a healthy couple, but they are

Always asking for consent

Well, Quan Chi does

Shang Tsung still doesn't know how to ask for affection so he gives hints

Quan Chi learned to understand but is trying to teach Shang Tsung to voice what he wants

They can get easily overwhelmed with affection and touches - so they learned how to show or tell

Shang Tsung finds himself tracing Quan Chi's tattoos

They love to have a quiet sit down and enjoy a book or a snack

NSFW

Quan Chi is soft

Peppers the small scars Shang Tsung with kisses

They take everything slow

Quan Chi holds Shang Tsung close while they are joined as one

Shang Tsung is crying and sobbing mess each time - not because he's hurting, it's because he's in overwhelming pleasure

Quan Chi whispers sweet things as he makes love to Shang Tsung

Shang Tsung leaves scratches on Quan Chi's back

Quan Chi lets Shang Tsung explore, earning his trust

Shang Tsung asks for no marks and Quan Chi obliges

- So my brain went bloop halfway through, feel free to add your own!

[auduux]

Hello mcsm community

It's been years since i've played this game and I started crying when I figured out you can't play it anymore then started crying again when someone told me where to get s1 and s2 for free so that has sparked determination in me.

So, I have come to tell you I will finally contribute to this fandom. I am writing a season 3, where Romeo is still an admin. It's an au where Romeo made a deal with Jesse after realizing he might actually not win. The deal was that he would give Xara back her admin abilities and not kill anyone (and/)or destroy people's homes and he would get to keep his abilities. Jesse has the golden gauntlet in case he goes rogue.

There will be two versions, one with male Jesse and one with female Jesse, they have very different personalities. I'm using my own versions that I used. Each chapter will be 15k or 20k words, still haven't decided. I want to make them longer than my usual works.

Fem Jesse went with Petra after the Romeo situation was fixed, enough, and put Radar in charge. Male Jesse stayed in charge. You can probably guess why. (Fem Jesse is with Petra, male Jesse is with Lukas)

It is mostly centered around Xara, Romeo, and Radar but everyone else will have their moments too. It goes more in-depth on the other worlds through the portal network too, and Otto and Emily as well as the old builders world will be there a few times. So will the Sky City people and their new cities. The underground might be in there too.

I saw a post on here about shipping Nell and Xara and honestly became obsessed so...Xara is with Nell. Romeo will be with Radar after getting over Fred because Radar is my favorite and who doesn't want to start dating the emotionally constipated god that almost killed you, your friends, your townspeople, the world, locked a bunch of people under bedrock and started anew, killed their husband out of rage and confusion, locked up their best friend also out of rage and confusion, and hated you for about three months? It's fine tho he made challenges for them. Because he feels bad. And helped rebuild. Because he feels bad.

And there's FUCKING SOREN and his DUMBASS BOOKS as a treat. And Isor.

[sandyferal]

YIPPEE! The beginning of Fairly Unwished Baby's sequel. DOES NOT MAKE SENSE IF YOU HAVEN'T READ FAIRLY UNWISHED BABY!! THIS IS A STRAIGHT SEQUEL FIC!! WITH PLOT!

[ahb-writes]

Person: Oh, you're a writer! What do you write?

Me:

[adhd-merlin]

No one:

Me: can we talk about gaius and uther for a minute. like I do think their dynamic is meant to echo the dynamic of merlin and uther in the original Arthurian texts. like. guys who have made each other sooo much worse. one of them being complicit in the horrors tm but they are too codependent to break up so they just wallow in their guilt while the other spirals into tyranny. (did I just use ‘codependent’ and ‘break up’ in ref to uther and gaius. yes)

I don't know much about og uther and merlin but that's a fascinating thought. do you think it was intentional? probably not. but I love when you can perceive some flavour of the original arthurian texts in bbc merlin's characters/dynamics

[sorryimlatecapt]

first lines of 2025

i don't think i've been that open about actually writing every now and then aside from my usual yapping in the tags, but. yesterday i was overcome with the need to write again and so, this happened. i'm not one to ever feel proud of my ideas or what i put to paper, but one thing i promised myself is that this year i'm gonna post things and not feel embarrassed about them. so. this is my first attempt at that!

God, Buck had missed him so much. And now Tommy was close enough that Buck made the conscious decision to ignore the heaviness in his limbs. He wanted to touch him, to hold him close and feel his skin under his fingertips again. His fingertips that were now settling on Tommy's chest, light to start but soon enough giving way for him to splay his entire palm over Tommy's heart, determined to feel it claiming its rightful place underneath. It was beating exactly the way a functioning human heart should beat, nothing out of the ordinary, yet feeling it below thread-bare plum or burgundy cotton made Buck think of tractor beams and being beckoned to where you belong. And maybe he could decide he belonged right here, in this moment. Almost in a kitchen of an open floor plan apartment, standing between the stairs and his dining table, his hair brushed away by an impossibly large hand that then fell to cradle his cheek, part of a man a most unexpected presence in his life. Maybe this was the truth of coming home. Maybe this was what belonging felt like. He couldn't remember how they got here, but maybe he really had just overexerted himself at work and his brain hadn't come back online yet. Maybe it didn't matter, because Tommy was here. Maybe them breaking up and Buck finally giving up baking after a hundred something breads and different goods had been the bad dream the entire time. Maybe this was the universe finally, finally granting him solace. Ease.

non-pressure tagging some lovely people under the cut, let me know if you want me to tag you too when i post the whole thing <3

again, no pressure at all. this is more so there are some real people knowing this is going on because maybe then the pressure i will inevitably put on myself will give me enough motivation to finish this eventually ✌️🥲

@apassingbird, @kinardbuckleys, @dadbodbuck, @newtkelly, @violetchachkii @hipsterdarcy, @zainclaw, @babygirltommykinard, @ohithankyou

[penofnelle]

Dear -

I miss you.

I haven't heard from you in almost three years, I think. The last time we spoke was through text around December of '21. You said you sent your letter, and I responded with excitement and a link to a song I thought you might like.

After that, only a few days later my next text of another link just said delivered.

I never did receive that letter.

At first, I didn't worry. It wasn't the first time we went radio silent. After all, we had spoken mostly through letters in the first place ever since you moved. And the last time you had gone silent, you had been going through some stuff. I understand.

But as it became the new year and now my text messages didn't even say delivered and no other letter did appear I grew worried. That last text mentioned you were sick. I hoped you were okay.

I still sent links to new songs and a picture of a bracelet you mailed to me a few years ago.

I wished you a happy birthday and hope you were keeping warm when the weather got cold where you lived.

I told you that I made a friend when I had been nervous and things were going well in school.

Thanksgiving and Christmas came-a year since I last heard from you. The clock struck 12 and it was the new year. I thought I should send you a letter.

I wrote a lot in that letter, since it had been so long and a lot happened. I experienced loss and grief that made me feel hollow inside for months. I hoped it would reach you like all the others.

But the text was still unread, and I never got a letter in return. I started to look up obituaries in your city, and it killed me. I didn't actually know your parents' full names or their phone numbers. All these years and I didn't know something as simple as that, but we were young. We saw each other in school for years every day. You had only been to my house one time before you moved. I never actually went to your house when you lived so close, but once I went to dinner with your family. You sat next to me at the table.

If you had died, would your parents have let me know? You had my number, my email, my address. They were sure to have seen the letters we exchanged over the years, each decorated and sent with love. If you had died, they could have easily called to let me know. Sent a letter. But I never got any of that.

I know it's a big leap to assume someone was dead, but you were never a person to just ghost someone. When we talked it was always genuine. We never fought. Too much alike and nonconfrontational. But we were always upfront towards each other.

I wrote to you about a dream where I kissed a girl and then about when I actually had my first kiss with a boy. You wrote to me about a crush you had and how my previous letter made you flustered with how I wrote it. I didn't hide things from you. You know things my family doesn't.

I never hesitated to share with you what I wrote down in ink and my attempt at cursive. I didn't see it either in your words in blue ink that you sent back on folded small sheets of paper.

I texted a common friend we had to see when they last heard from you. It had been the September I last heard from you. I asked them to send you a message, but I dont ever think they did. Maybe you told them not to share if you responded, I don't know.

Did you not want to write to me anymore? Did I do something wrong? Did you grow tired of me? Forget?

Why wouldn't you tell me?

It made me sick to think about it. Either one of my closest friends died or decided to cut me off from their life.

The worst part is I don't know.

I've actually had dreams where I saw you again. Where I ran into you and finally got to know you were okay or we just talked like old times. Where I've gotten to hug you again. Where I've actually been able to ask you the question of 'what happened?'. I wake up, and it hurts to remember that it was just a dream and not a memory.

Not knowing is killing me. I've actually called you and gotten a voice-mail. It was an automated message, so I don't even know if you have that same number. I can't even hear your voice. I've left a few messages. Even saying that if this was someone else to just text me and let me know.

Please just let me know.

Love, -

[doodleimprovement]

Partners In Crime

Chapter 1: Twilight Zone

Circumstance has never been kind to Stanley Pines - when had it ever? But when he gets in over his head yet again, and nearly bleeds out his stitches in a dank alleyway in some shit-hole city in Texas, he wasn't expecting help to come in the form of a nurse from his home state with a similarly shitty situation on her hands. Maybe they can help each other get the hell out of here, and maybe he can even get a friend in the process? A loser like him can only hope...

Probably the weirdest and also most traditionally mature fic I've ever written/am writing. Will be slow to post but I hope Ya'll like it!

Also had fun making up a fake cheesy 80s movie poster for it lol

[gutfaced]

— read here

It didn't matter who Tigris took the form of. It didn't matter who she was yesterday, or the day before, because change existed. Because layers of flesh could change the foundation of the slope of skin. Because underneath it all, there was muscle, and bone, and guts. And each layer held something, someone different. Fabric worked in that way too. First, a sheet of skin. And then, a dress, a pair of pants — a skirt. A button up, a waistcoat, whatever the beholder wanted. And that was its life until someone had believed most ardently, that something had to give.

[greencloakedfae]

Fuck Disney fr man wtf

[quiet-nocturne]

some updates:

- I finished my big bang fic at like 9pm last night. I'm pretty happy with it, but it's also crazy long, so I had to rush some of the editing at the end. After it's posted on Oct. 3rd I may go back and re-edit it at some point, but not for a looooong time because I've literally looked at that thing for nine straight months lmao. 🙃 that fic was literally my magnum opus.

me, before I started writing: *calculates the minimum word count of each chapter, worried I won't be able to reach 100k, excessively plans out all the outlines for each chapter*

me, now:

like... it's a monstrosity. 💀 I wrote ~400 pages in nine months. what the actual fuck. super crazy, but it's doneeee! ✨️😌

- I started a new job today (very conveniently, the day after the due date of the big bang). It's actually related to my degree, full time, and I get to SIT all day - it's amazing (and it's better pay than my previous, shitty retail job). The people there are really nice and I'm really excited, and I feel like stuff is clicking into place now, kind of??? Writing overcome honestly got me through a pretty shitty time in my life, and it's weird that I submitted it the day before I started the new job. spooky. anyway.

- I was really busy in July, and then August was me writing/editing like a mad woman, so I wasn't on here much. However, I'm going to start promoting my big bang fic for October 3rd, and thus posting snippets for wip wednesdays again (especially now that I have a more normally work schedule and will actually know when wednesday is! 🎉)

- really excited to write other stuff now that my other massive fic is done! I definitely have some new stuff cooking in my brain that I'll start working on soon. 🍳