#not writers block rn thankfully

[asimplearchivist]

I know I said I’m updating TIDH this Sunday but I can’t want to write it :(

[mightbesmall]

Me waiting for motivation to come back so I can get rid of writers block and art block.

[catscidr]

I think we have all seen the "Argenti thinks the Reader is Idrila" stuff on here. But what if the reader actually is Idrila? So I wanted to request Argenti/Idrila!Reader (gn or afab reader) headcanons or a oneshot where Idrila, who has taken on a mortal identity after [Insert tragic event here], and meets Argenti. They develop feelings for each other, Argenti finds out she is Idrila, they end up dating. (Maybe or maybe not in that specific order) I thought maybe after protecting her followers from Nanook she disappeared to ensure Nanook doesn't target them anymore? That part isn't as important so feel free to add whatever backstory you think fits^^ Thank you in advance, I really like your writing!

NONNIE omg im booting up star rail rn to stare at him lovingly. also i changed the scenario a smidge so reader is her own person while also being idrila? if that makes sense......?? yeah. also bc otherwise id be writing ten thousand words n i didnt want ur ask to grow dusty in my inbox d(;∀;d) but tysm for the prompt i couldn’t stop thinking about it ueue. also hey gang peep me trying to make my blog look more coherent n nicer looking. am i doin it ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a smidge of amnesia and soulmate trope (it’s not that bad, trust), fluff, love at first sight (does that even count in this scenario....), argenti and reader are dancing around the topic a lot bc argenti is a gentleman and doesn’t want to pressure her to talk. blurbs to set up the plot + a fic after them hehe. not proofread, writer’s block is killing me  includes: fem reader (he refers to reader as "my lady"), argenti, natasha, luocha is kinda there wc: 2,3k

-ˋˏ You’d go to Natasha’s clinic at least once every other day because you always had the worst migraines. To the point where you almost got beat up by a Flamespawn one time when you were clearing out calyxes (thankfully there was a Silvermane guard patrolling the area, otherwise you would’ve been charred). The doctor always says the same thing; “Stop looking for fights so often”, “Let your body rest”, “I can’t prescribe you antibiotics”, and your favorite, “Stop slamming my door open I can’t do anything about your headaches”. She was a good friend, but whenever she repeated how she couldn’t be of any help to your predicament, you’d wish you could just take that glass vial hanging from her outfit and chuck it far, far away out of spite. 

-ˋˏ Obviously it wasn’t her fault- she'd done everything she could. Natasha even had you undergo the Underworld’s equivalent of an MRI scan because of how frequently you would visit her, insisting that something was wrong. The symptoms consisted of forgetting important things too often, feeling a foreign buzz in your limbs and brain, having a sudden burst of elemental energy come out of your attacks and a myriad of benign but annoying, irritating signs that something was up with you. 

-ˋˏ It became more of a chore than anything to leave your room. Some days you felt fine, but then when you’d go out again and beat up wave after wave of enemies in Caverns of Corrosion you would keel over, clutching your head while vague images of what could only be described as a fever dream ran through your mind. 

-ˋˏ You decided to leave the Underworld for some time- considering your absence like some sort of “vacation”. You heard of a wandering doctor (and merchant, apparently) by the name of Luocha and, from the people that crossed paths with him, it seemed like he was extraordinary at his job. A trek to the Xianzhou Luofu would be a long one, but after weighing your options you thought you’d give it a try (it was worth it if it meant you’d stop waking up at ungodly hours, holding your head in your hands while hoping, praying that the pain stops.) 

-ˋˏ You (somehow) made your way to the Xianzhou Luofu from Jarilo-VI. As competent as you were however, being stranded on a foreign planet with no map nor local to guide you was... a challenge. In retrospect, maybe you should’ve gotten in contact with that Luocha doctor and had him come to Belobog instead of you going to him since, well, he was a traveling merchant. Going from planet to planet is what he does (you assume). 

✧✧✧ 

If you had read up more on general information about the Luofu you would have been aware of how many enemies were roaming around the docking area. But you didn’t. So, unbeknownst to you, a rogue mara-struck soldier was on your tail, trying to sneak up to you to snag the goods you hid in your bag (which were basically just different types of painkillers and sustenance that bodes well on an upset stomach. He doesn’t know that though.) 

Your head was throbbing; ever since you set foot on the planet, your physical health had slowly dropped down to levels you wouldn’t be enduring if it wasn’t for the promise of a competent doctor once you get to the main city. Painkillers weren’t working, your feet hurt and to make matters worse, you felt the familiar lack of something in your head. It was so bad to the point where you had to have a tangible mark somewhere to remind you that you did, in fact, just take something for your headache and if you took two more painkillers, your body wouldn’t agree with your decision. It was a struggle even remembering what you did five minutes ago, no way were you going to be in top shape, beating up every enemy crossing your way. 

Clouds began covering the bright sun, casting shadows over the desolate, geometric area. You huff, irritated that, from the looks of it, you won’t be able to find a cozy place to set up camp. Though sleeping on a ground made of primarily iron and steel was considerably less nerve-wracking than sleeping on the mushy, cold, dirty ground of Jarilo-VI. So, with a pout aimed at no one in particular, you find some place that you deemed decent enough to set your humble tent. It wasn’t often that adventurers slept outside of safe zones, however with your condition you couldn’t afford to miss out on some rest and possibly get even more lost than you already are. 

You set your heavy backpack down, rolling your shoulders to soothe the ache in your muscles from carrying something so bulky. As you ruffle through your belongings, you open a bottled soda and take a swift gulp, sighing contentedly at the pleasant taste on your tongue. Now that you were sat and could rest your bones (until you started setting up your tent, at least), your ears were able to pick up on some not-so-distant footsteps. 

There’s no time for you to react; the mara-struck soldier that had been following you lunges at you, aiming for your bag. Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell, but before any sound can leave your mouth, a long, red and gold spear pierces the ground between you and the rabid man, making you yelp in surprise. You scurry as far back as you can in your current state; however, the soldier doesn’t have time to take advantage of your weakened stature. The owner of the spear lodges himself before your shaking figure and the mara-struck, yanking his spear out of the ground with impressive elegance, and summons an array of thorny vines to catch your assailant. 

It takes little to no effort for the seasoned fighter to take down the mara-struck as he swings his weapon, swiftly knocking the blunt end on the soldier’s plexus, knocking the wind out of him. A strangled scream leaves his throat as he scampers away, leaving your belongings safe with you and the strange red-haired man. He lowers his spear, careful to keep the sharp edge far from you, and turns around to face you properly. His brows raise a smidge for a split second before he composes himself and bows before you, the action short and curt.  

“It would have been a shame to lose a beauty such as yourself,” he says smoothly, straightening his back to look down at you with a warm smile. He stretches his hand out, a polite offer to help you stand up, as he continues speaking. “My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty. What might you be doing so far away from civilization, dear...?” he trails off, waiting for you to introduce yourself. 

You were in a state of shock, your mind still processing what had happened in such a short amount of time, that you failed to notice the lack of pain at the back of your head. As you meekly tell him your name, you hold onto his hand to help yourself up- as soon as his armored glove comes in contact with your hand something flashes in your mind; too quick to allow you to think about it too much, or to recognize what you saw for a millisecond. 

“So far away from civilization... do you know how to get to the city?” you ask as you feel a glimmer of hope spark in you. His words were refreshing, probably the best thing someone has ever said to you in the past month. He nods, reaching into his pocket to fish out a blue handkerchief embroidered with a delicate gold trim. Argenti hands it over to you and you gratefully take it, blotting the sweat and... dust off of your face. 

“I have made my way around the Luofu for long enough to show someone the way,” he says kindly. “Besides, even if I didn’t, I would still offer to accompany you through your trek. It is my duty as a Knight of Beauty, for I must uphold chivalry and distinguished manners, in the name of the Goddess guiding me.” His words resonate within you, making you beam, nodding in understanding. 

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the knight. As you hand his handkerchief back, he smiles at you and gestures to your bag. “What brings you so far from your homeworld, my lady?” Argenti asks gently, though a glimmer of doubt swirls in his sparkling, verdant eyes. The question makes you pause, a memory flashing in your mind too suddenly for you to know what it meant. Although, from what you could tell, you knew you could trust him with what troubled you somehow. 

“Ah, it’s a long story,” you start sheepishly, “I’ve been having these incredibly painful migraines recently. And sometimes I feel like my memory is fading too quickly for what would be considered normal,” you say, trailing off slightly at the end. “I’m looking for a healer, a doctor by the name of Luocha...?” 

Somehow, the doctor was currently the least of your worries. You’d never felt so refreshed before, at least not that you could remember; simply being in Argenti’s presence seemed to be enough to make your aches disappear like a starskiff smoothly gliding through a cloudless sky. 

“I’ve seen the man only a handful of times,” Argenti mutters aloud, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I can do my best to guide you to him, but if I may... you don’t seem to be injured?” the knight says, his voice trailing off into a questioning tone despite the observation. You shake your head, wondering how you should explain your predicament to the man. 

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” you say again, shrugging sheepishly. You wondered if you should even go into the nitty gritty- he could always just be making small talk to help you get comfortable or something. Sensing your unease, he changes the spotlight to him instead. 

“There’s no need to delve into details if you wish to keep them secret,” he says with a kind smile, bending down to take ahold of your hand- gently pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. Red flushes your ears immediately, words caught in your throat at the sight of his hair cascading over his shoulders, a beautiful contrast from the gold and silver armor glittering in what was left of the sunlight. 

“As for myself, like I mentioned earlier, I am a Knight of Beauty. I’m on a quest to find my dear Goddess Idrila once more, for I need to pay my respects to them after they saved me from a particularly grim fate.” His words echoed in your mind, your brows knitting together as you felt what could only be described as a cold bucket of water being dunked on your head. “I-Idrila?” you parrot, your voice coming out as a choked noise. Argenti perks up, the hand that had been softly holding onto yours now holding it with a firmer grip, his other hand joining it. 

“Yes, Idrila. Have you ever heard of them? Or...” he trails off, looking deep into your eyes expectantly, almost as if he knew something you didn’t. His eyes seemed to suck you in, bringing a comfortable wave of warmth over you, making you yearn for something. 

“I...” you begin, your gaze falling down to look at your feet. As you thought long and hard about what you wanted to say, what you tried to remember, you slowly look over to his spear, lying flat on the ground- long forgotten since the fight earlier. As if a lightbulb went off above your head, you perk up just as he did, and look at him, beaming. The words were caught in your throat; there was so much you wanted to say, to declare, to do in this moment of clarity, but with how fast your mind was running to catch you up on the current events of your life it was a struggle. 

“Argenti,” you murmur, the name rolling off your tongue smoothly, as you realized seeing the traveling merchant was no longer required. Though the road might have been arduous, and you may have almost lost your mind in the process, being with Argenti suddenly made everything make sense. That’s why your migraines mysteriously disappeared as soon as you were in the knight’s presence, that’s why you had gaps in your memory, that’s why you were freakishly powerful... at convenient times.  

Everything clicked into place. 

The both of you share a pregnant pause, eyes locked together as the world seemed to come to a stop around you. If it were possible, you’re sure there would be delicate, silky rose petals floating around your figures, suspended in the air. You glance down at his lips, and for the first time, make a decision with a clear head. 

His lips felt smooth against yours, the faint taste of vanilla mixed with roses transferring to your own lips. The kiss almost felt like it could be the result of a symbiotic relationship; now that you had Argenti, or at least had him by your side once again, you didn’t think you’d be able to continue on without him. 

[minhosimthings]

Vanilla Meat

Synopsis: In which your husband makes your weird pregnancy cravings.

Pairings: Husband!Minho × pregnant reader (fem duh)

Warnings: FLUFFY SHIT YEAH. Mention of throwing up, mention of food

A/N: One more drabble because I have writer's block rn. Absolutely cannot write another chapter. College is getting more work filled, so I'll try to update more often if I can! Oh btw, I took inspo from my cousin! She had really weird cravings when she was preggers and she told me some stories so this is based off of that!

Your mouth tasted so weird today. And you had no idea why. Oh wait you did have an idea. And that was the baby growing in your currently ravenous stomach. Being pregnant was harder than you thought (and your mom had told you) and now, at five and half months, your mouth started craving weird things. Thankfully you had a husband and said husband was a simp for you so he would basically make you anything you asked for, but not before giving you the biggest side eye ever.

"Kitten you ok?" Minho was leaning against your side as you bent over the toilet seat. Morning sickness had gotten worse since your fourth month even though your doctor assured you that morning sickness usually subsides by the fourth month. But then again, as I said, dear audience, you were a weird person. "Yeah I think I'm fine. I, uh, alright don't get mad but I didn't take my meds today." Minho sighed deeply at your words as he helped you get back on your feet. He knew you hated taking meds, pills especially since you didn't like the way they got stuck in your throat and you had to force it down although you enjoyed doing that with other things. Minho helped you get comfortably into bed and tucked the corners of your baby blue blanket in just like the way you like it. You smiled sweetly at him, silently appreciating your husband for doing so much for you. "Kitten please you've got to take those meds. I know you don't like them but I don't like avocado and you forced me to try them so now you're gonna have to pay me back." You pouted and furrowed your brows at his words. You tried to put on the best puppy eyes you could but you knew they wouldn't work on the sexy man standing in front off you, in a black turtleneck sweater with rolled up sleeves which made you kinda horny. Minho sighed again and cupped your face gently and said, in a tone unlike his normal one, "How about I make you something and then you take the meds?" Your eyes lit up at that as you did a tiny bounce and looked at Minho, like a child looking at the ice cream man. "Only if you take the meds though." Minho added sternly gently moving his hands to your aching legs. You thought for a moment before extending your hand out and shaking Minho's after which he placed a gentle kiss on your hand. "I'll make some japchae and order your favourite songpyeon ok?" "Actually baby?" Your voice stopped Minho as he made to get up. "Can you make me something weird?" Minho's face contorted into one of humour as he knelt down to your level and said, "Well of course your Highness. What delight would you like today?" You let out a tiny giggle and booped his nose. "I want meat." Minho was kind of taken back as he placed his hands softly on your belly and asked "That's it? Our baby is craving for dada's famous meat?" You tried to hide your mischievous smile and instead said in a playfully commanding voice, "Yes. Our baby is craving the best grilled meat in the kingdom. Oh and I would prefer if it was last night's meat please." Minho got up and kissed your forehead gently, but not before doing a tiny curtsey "Your wish is my command, Your Highness. Anything to go with the meat? Pudding perhaps?" "Can you also get me some of that vanilla ice cream Jisung left here last night?" Minho smiled and gently squeezed your hand before disappearing through the bedroom door.

He came back a few minutes (read : hours, since you were an inpatient and hungry pregnant woman) with a blue porcelain plate and your favourite pink bowl, which you expected was filled with ice cream. You pulled out your tiny bed table and settled it on the bedsheets as Minho put the delicious meat down along with the ice cream and to your disappointment, your packet of pills. You decided, however not to pull a face, and instead thanked your husband for bringing food to you. "Your welcome Jagiya. But you need to take the pills alright? Otherwise you can't see Doongie for a whole week." You let out a dramatic gasp at his words at his words and gave him a flying kiss, which he gratefully took. You took some of the slightly charred meat and picked up your ice cream spoon as Minho watched with curiosity, his cat like eyes wide open to form those cute star filled ones no one could resist. You then, to the horror of your husband, scooped some of the ice cream, put it on your piece of meat and then proceeded to put the entire thing in your mouth as Minho watched on very disgusted. He let out a very heavy sigh and said "Kitten, I know you're pregnant and I know all of your weird all cravings. And they've been normal usually like fish with mayo but kitten really? Vanilla ice cream with meat?" You looked Minho's cute frame and jut out your bottom lip to form a pout. "Just try It once Min. You'll like this I promise." Minho sighed again and said, "If I try it, because you've peaked my interest now, what will I get in return?" You thought for a moment and said "You can name our baby." Minho's eyes, now lit up with determination and excitement as he teased you, "Really kitten? Are you stooping that low for me to try your cravings?" You merely shrugged your shoulders and prepared another bite of the vanilla Meat for Minho as he took a deep breath and leaned forward, as if he was ready for combat. You gently pushed the meat into Minho's mouth and waited for his reaction, which, quite possibly, was the most adorable thing you have ever seen in your life. His closed eyes slowly opened and widened to form two big globes and mouth stayed closed. You couldn't decipher the expression on his face, but you knew it was the same expression he did whenever he ate pudding. "It's that good huh?" You questioned him. He was quick to shake his head. "That was the most disgusting thing I've ever eaten in my life, well except for Jisungie's cooking. Im gonna go wash up, while you eat the rest of your definetly not edible food." You threw him a sarcastic smile as he got up and went downstairs. You happily ate the rest of your food, with the nice thought in your head that Minho was definitely going to make this for you again. You didn't have the heart to tell him the next morning, that you heard him call Jisung in the dead of the night with the words, "Dude you gotta try meat with vanilla ice cream."

Epilogue

"Hon how are you eating that?" Minho was laying on his pillow, watching you eat Oreos with pieces of raw fish. You shrugged your shoulders and continued eating. "I mean it's what your twins are craving." "Alright then." You slightly smirked and turned your head towards Minho as he turned his head with the speed of lighting to face you. "WE'RE HAVING TWINS?"

[anxiousdino]

Due to AO3 being down for an uncertain amount of time, I’m going to post the first chapter of my fic. I was waiting to publish it after it was finished because then writer’s block won’t delay you guys reading it. I may post more chapters until the website is back up but I won’t promise it! Important note: DO NOT HARASS AO3! THEY ARE FIXING IT WITH VOLUNTEERS AND SHOULD BE PRAISED RN!! THIS IS NOT THEIR FAULT!

(This fic is written with the Movie! Versions in mind)

All My Blossoms

Chapter 1

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His chair jolted back with him immediately after the doors slammed open. Luigi quickly sorted himself out and noticed everyone's unimpressed glares at the guest. A grumbled apology made it past his awkward expression as he sat in a comically large chair.

“Now that His Majesty has arrived,” Mario coughed a 'finally' into his fist, Peach continued. “We may begin the negotiations of the treaty." Diplomatic yet kind as ever.

Thankfully, over the afternoon only one fight had to be stopped between Bowser and Mario and negotiations were added, removed or changed smoothly. Right at that moment, they had the jovial tone of sporting buddies rather than leaders with a feud. Then one last request was placed. The Koopa King expressed his concern of not having a partner’s help.

Kamek is good but the kids wear him out too much for saying he has to be an adviser too. He needs someone to look after his children while he attends royal affairs with the magikoopa or to go in his place so he can spend more time with them. This level of security and trust can only be given by a marriage. That way, they can’t harm his kingdom or kids and he can’t hurt them without breaking the treaty. Mixed reactions painted everyone’s faces with Peach considering but hesitant and Mario struggling to hold in his definitely not royal meeting appropriate response. The younger twin held his brother’s shoulder in reassurance.

“I’m not asking it to be you, Princess. Not unless you’re up for it. It only needs to be someone important to the kingdom to ensure no funny business from me.” Carefully, she ruled out who couldn’t go.

Her, for starters, unless there truly was no one else. Mario is with her and neither man would agree. Toadette had high-ish status. But was it enough to garante peace?

“I-I’ll do it?” All eyes snapped to the voice even as quiet as it was. Anyone may have mistaken him for his brother based on the crimson rapidly growing on Luigi’s face. Again, mixed reactions across the room. Similarly to the last shock, Peach was cautiously in thought while Mario went straight to talking them both out of it. All Bowser could do was stare at the plumber in confusion.

“There is no one else, is there Princess? I could see the cogs turning. I can’t let you go, you’ve got your own kingdom. That’s what this treaty is about. My status is important enough to make sure he doesn’t hurt me but removed enough it won’t hurt the kingdom.”

What? Mario is certain he’s never heard his brother talk that much in one go before. Even the king was sceptical, all he knew was the green one was terrified of everything. Especially him.

“You really don’t mind this, Weegi?”

Everything in his body screamed no but his head knows it's the only option. He nods and looks his brother in the eyes to agree. It's not that either of them think Luigi's at risk, more so that they know this isn't Bowser’s or Luigi's ideal future. How come he gets the love of his life when his fratellino is subjected to being a political pawn? Above all of this is Mario's trust in him. If Luigi sincerely says he's okay with this then Mario trusts him. He's okay with it too.

“How much political knowledge do you have, Greenie?"

Luigi answers honestly by claiming to only know a bit from joining these meetings. On the conditions that he has lessons from Kamek or himself, Bowser is the last to agree.

~

A month before the wedding Luigi has to move to the castle. Frankly it's more of a formality, time for the grooms to adjust to each other and for the staff and children to get used to their future king consort. Meeting the Koopalings (properly) was by far the worst part of this for the plumber. Anxieties clawed at him from every angle, the most concerning being ‘am I a dad now?’

"Alright, before we go in you need to breathe. I can hear you worrying, stop. What has you so worked up?" Straining in his chest proved the king correct about breathing, did he care or was he annoyed?

“They won't like me. I'm essentially their step-dad and Mario's brother, and human, and-"

"Woah, woah! Greenie, chill. True, it might take them time to come to terms with it. Hate you? Maybe. But any disrespect to you will break the treaty." He stopped for a minute. "Step-dad? This is a political marriage. You're more a glorified babysitter. Don't sweat it.” The words barely registered with the anxious man as the large common room doors opened. Several big sofas messily decorated the floor (which was not how it looked when Bowser left it) along with many random objects. Drawings were piled up in various spots, a few small machines (or robots?) moved around with different levels of competence and so much more. Nine Koopas occupied the room, one of whom could not look more tired.

"Sire! You're back! And you, the monsters are your problem now." A staff was swiftly pointed in Luigi's face.

"Sì?”

Suddenly one of the 'monsters' announces to his siblings that their dad is home and races to hug his father as everyone else brings their attention to the new comer. Question after question abuses the ears of the three adults.

"Shut it, twerps! We're gonna sit an’ talk about it. Out the door way, now!

Once comfortably spread amongst the couches, or in Lemmy's case the floor, Bowser opens the conversations to anyone willing not to interrupt each other. Wendy quickly goes first.

“Why are you here?” Simple question, Luigi answers as such.

“Why you,” Junior cuts in, “why not mama?”

Bowser takes that one, much to Luigi’s relief. Each koopaling asks different things, Ludwig sticking to political side of things. Iggy had to be steered back to the original topic after finding out that Luigi dabbles in engineering, both of them excited to share their interests. Ever annoyed at the lack of a feminine presence Wendy through jabs at him, only for him to shyly admit that he enjoys make up and dresses. Junior doesn’t speak after his first enquiry.

Just as their dad went to call it a night, Ludwig asked his only personal question.

“I get it’s a political marriage but doesn’t that mean you’re our father too now?” Annoyance and anger pointedly obvious in the teen’s tone.

Everything in him tenses at the realisation that the worst has happened; he’s now a dad and the kids hate him. One of Bowser’s hands squeezed his while he reassured his son that Luigi is only their parent if they want him to be. For now he’s just a helping hand. Kamek dismissed the children and led them out the door.

On Junior’s way out he whispered to the elder koopa resulting in the boy running over to the fiancés. The young koopa looked up at his father and asked if he no longer has a ‘mama’ that would play with him or praise his art. Luigi’s heart broke alongside the boy’s voice, answering before Bowser could.

“Junior, I promise I will play with you and look at your drawings. Instead of a ‘mama’ you are welcome to see me as a ‘papa’ if you want.” Both koopas stared at him, one with excitement and the other with something. Confusion? Shock? Fondness? All three seemed to shine in Bowser’s eyes.

“Really?! But you said you’re not our dad?”

“Only because I know this is a big change. If you don’t want me too be, then I won’t be. If you do, then I will.”

No one had expected him to say it, especially this quickly or willingly. However he found he was just as sure about this as he was about the deal with Bowser.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

~

Kamek approached him the day after to give him a tour and explain some of his new duties. It thoroughly surprised the magikoopa when Luigi took everything in and seemed serious about helping Bowser rule. Hesitancy about the plan still flowed through him, specifically because of it being Luigi. His son deserved to marry for love, not marry the brother of Mario. Peach would have been more ideal, at least one of them had feelings. But, the way Luigi was with the koopalings and new responsibilities put him a little more at ease. The old koopa even noticed that he treated the staff well despite the comments they jeered at him. He also noted that he would pretend to not hear, only to (albeit subtlety) deflate once it was just the two of them again.

“Finally, we have arrived at the private garden. Only the royal family may enter here, myself included. As king consort this extends to you now, sire.”

Monotone words barely made it past Luigi’s ears. Calmly flowing water fell from a central fountain, grand in its design yet modest in size, pallets of flowers painted along the pebble path. On the opposite end to the opening sat a bench clearly made for the king. Awe froze him, letting him bask in the slice of Heaven.

The magikoopa chuckled beside him, “beautiful isn’t it, sire?”

“Favoloso. Sì, very. There’s nothing like this at my cottage.”

“Junior told me about last night-“

“Ah, scusi! I didn’t mean to overstep, he was upset so I tried to cheer him up.” Kamek’s stoic look easily slipped into a smirk.

“I was only going to thank you, sire. Lord Junior has had a complex relationship with parental figures. He never should have been lied to about his mother being Princess Toadstool, it makes him feel unwanted. You made him feel wanted again, and his papa will be less distracted from now on. For that, I thank you.”

No words in either language came to the Italian. The sudden emotional turn froze him all over again. Out of seven siblings, a father, a grandfather and a castle full of staff Junior felt unwanted until he of all people showed up. All he’d done was agree to look at paintings, how could the bar of a prince be so low in what was an obviously loving family? Then again, eight children and a kingdom means time is just as important as love. It dawned on him that he hadn’t only agreed to look at paintings. All he’d done was agree to give the family time for showing love that they held for each other. Junior may have asked him to be his ‘papa’ but that didn’t make him one, he didn’t feel like one, he was just there so his actual father could be with him.

Goodbyes between the advisers were said on autopilot. Registering that he was alone and moving towards the bench was just as mindless. Nothing but the knowledge of what he’d done filled his thoughts. It is important to understand that he didn’t regret the agreement, but that this was his first real opportunity to truly process it. Not only had he signed up to be an adviser but also a king, a husband and a dad. He signed to be a symbol of peace, as an insurance policy. Dread and shock forced themselves together in his head, a jagged mesh blocking out anything else. But there was no regret. For all the consequences (good or bad), he’d do it again every time if it meant stability within both kingdoms. If it could provide stability within a family.

A weight that wasn’t his own pushed on the wooden seat, it’s subtle creak snapping him from the thoughts. Aches coursed through his hands from gripping tangled hair and his eyes stung similarly to his scalp. From beside him, his ragged breaths were eased into a normal rhythm by a patient voice. Luigi was no stranger to having panic attacks but having others help makes escaping them easier. He thanks Bowser, not needing to look up to know who was there, receiving a gruff ‘welcome’ in return.

“Wanna talk about it, usually helps the kids after these.” The green clad man gestures awkwardly between them. “Hey! Imma catch, who wouldn’t wanna marry me? And don’t say Peach!” Luigi chuckled.

“No, no. It’s a, big, adjustment is all. You get a break and peace, I get a job, a husband and bambini.”

“I get a husband too, ya know? See, both getting screwed over.”

“Still not even.” He bumped his shoulder against Bowser’s bicep. Comfortable silence blanketed them for minutes and minutes, neither willing to break it. Half an hour passed before the king was called to his duties and Luigi was left alone in the garden.

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[boqvistsbabe]

Update!!!!!!!!

Hey Y’all!!

Here is the start of hopefully monthly updates. I know in my last update I said I was going to be more consistently here and active. Obviously, that didn’t happen lol. Trying to hold myself to that rn. So this is probably going to be the format for all of my update posts, just so they are easier to follow.

Refresh:

So I am almost completely done with the blog refresh. I think all that is left is updating links and getting some other posts (ex: theme days) made/redone. Most of that got put on the back burner due to how long they were going to take lol. But hopefully, over Spring Break, I’ll be able to get those done (no promises, another thing I’m trying to do, is be more realistic about what I want to get done by when so). 

Writing/Other Content:

Ik I said I’d write more. Once again didn’t really happen. Well, I have written a decent bit, but never finished anything. There is one fic that I am going to try and work on after this week (midterms lol) and have someone look over it (the first time I’ve had a beta reader, look at me go lol). Like the blog as a whole, I am trying to organize my writing, like requests and my ideas and what is going out when etc. (@ any of the other writers if you have any suggestions of what to/where to organize my stuff so it doesn’t get all confusing and mixed up you should def let me know). Speaking of requests, I am going to try and do at least two requests a month. That doesn’t sound like a lot but for me, that feels like something I can realistically do. I will be doing old requests first because even though they are years old at this point, I liked the ideas so I genuinely want to write them. I am still going to be accepting new requests (esp because sometimes that helps spark creativity/help with writer’s block so feel free to send in any ideas!!) but I will try to get those older ones done first. As for any other content (playlists, moodboards, IG edits, drawings, etc.) I am also taking requests for those so feel free to send in any of those requests too. 

Another Blog?!

As of rn the second hockey blog has not been “released”. I want to catch up on things for this blog before I throw that into the mix and try to grow that as well. I am hoping to add that sometime this summer. Also, I do technically have a sideblog already (@samistheman) which is normally where I reblog random things, and I don’t really have tags for that blog I just kinda willy-nilly reblog there (it used to be mostly PJO stuff but now that’s kind of here because of how much of it there is lol).

Life Update:

College is a lot rn. I’m doing 17 credit hours and tbh do not know what possessed me to do that. At first, I was doing pretty good, but now not so much. Like I said earlier I have midterms this week. If y’all didn’t know this, I’m shit at taking tests so not doing great rn. Thankfully one of my classes ends on Sunday so at least I don’t have to worry about that. I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life recently that is impacting a lot so trying to navigate that as well. I am moving out in May, which is yes months from now but there is still a lot that I need to do beforehand. Anyway, I’m going to a college hockey game on Thursday and I am super excited. I haven’t been able to go to a game since October. Also little fun update, I’m going on a weekend (work) trip to Boston. Super excited for that. I’ll be getting to go to a Celtics game and a Red Sox game (I’m a Royals girlie tho). I’ve never been to an NBA game so that’s for sure gonna be really cool. I’ve been to many MLB games before but this will be my first at a different stadium. Anyway, I think that is it for this update. Hope y’all are doing well!!

As usual, if y’all ever want to talk dms/inbox are open <3

I am going to tag some moots, I am totally forgetting some people so I am sorry for that (if y'all could reblog that would be amazing)

@2manytabsopen @krugstrash @jimmystrudel @andreburakozy @sidneycrosbyhoe @fallinallincurls @timstuetzle @typical-simplelove @ilyasorokinn @drei-mrssvechii

[charmac]

helllooooo i am absolutely obsessed with your macden sugar daddy fic. i’m not kidding when i say it has become a household name for me (in the dms with my poor, dear friend who does not even watch sunny. i have, and will continue to, bombard her with messages such as: “the macdennis fic i’ve been creaming over hasn’t been updated i’m in shambles” and thankfully you did update after that).

i went through your tumblr for a bit and saw in one of your responses you mentioned feeling a lack of encouragement to write when it feels like no one is actively requesting so i suppose this is my formal request. i am quite literally so emotionally invested in this fic. this is my high class literature (as a lit major). this is my magnum opus and i’m talking about the experience of READING it, not trying to imply this work is in any way mine.

i have sooo much i’d like to say about it but i get so scatterbrained when i think about it. i read the entire thing in one sitting and was in agony when i finished. then you updated on christmas and i read the entire thing AGAIN and i keep going back to that most recent chapter where (spoilers ig!) mac calls dennis daddy because it simply /felt right/. because he felt /safe/? oh i’m on the floor and begging for mercy. you’re brilliant. this story is brilliant. i’m a mess.

if you ever feel like people might not be interested: listen to me when i say your writing has permanently altered the chemistry of my dna and has conditioned me to check ao3 every single day with bated breath HOPING there’s an update. i love it. that’s an understatement. i LOVE IT.

i would also like to clarify that if you ever run into issues with writer’s block or even simply losing the excitement over this specific story, pls don’t feel obligated to write something you don’t want to. it’s your life!! i saw your 2023 update post and it seems like a fucking fantastic one at that, so live it to the fullest and do what you want!!

i think you’re neat. i think your writing is what leads good men to ruin (like me. i’m supposed to be reading jane eyre rn and all i can think of is your fic) /pos. truly my favorite source of sunny content across all your sunny social media.

question that i do apologize for asking if you’ve answered: the title is a fall out boy reference, right? big fan of that band. if it is, can i ask for details on the inspo?

thank u for your service solider o7

p.s. this was so needlessly long so sorry for bothering lmfaoooo but i had to say this somewhere and i think my friend is tired of hearing about the fanfic on a ship for a show she doesn’t even watch

First off, thank you so much for this, and second off don’t apologise for writing too much to me after you’ve seen the word count I spew out at random. I really appreciate your words, and I’ll tell you I’ve been in so many similar positions where I’ve been obsessed with a fic and had no one in it to relate to and have just ended up spamming a close friend instead, so to hear that’s done about my fic is really, really cool.

About prior asks, etc. I think I get down on myself a little, when I say I don’t get why people are reading or what they like and it’s hard to find motivation, it’s really just kinda my own internal struggle with all of that. (Also, I keep answering those when I'm drunk, my bad.) I get what I’m doing and what I’m writing, but I wanna make sure the audience does too. But you’re reading my words, so you must, even if you can’t (or just, don’t want to) sit down and go line-by-line of a 23k word chapter and tell me what’s going on.

Cause, I couldn’t sit down and write a full detailed list of every new episode of Sunny like that. Like, I just straight up couldn’t when they dropped. My reviews were like ‘5 stars, keysmash’ So I think there is something to be said about people really liking something, really wanting more, but maybe not having the words to vocalise or not having the time to vocalise why that is.

About wait times, updates, etc.. It is mainly about motivation, and like you’ve said I would never put out something just to put it out if it’s not reflective of what I want it to be (and know it can be). I mean, I’m not on a real deadline and I’m not getting paid, I'm writing this first and foremost for myself, so why would I rush it? Sometimes I can write thousands of words in a day, if the spark hits, but sometimes it can take months to fully form when it’s just me in my head and I still have to do shit in my daily life. And maybe I could do something to speed up that process, but I think my best work forms this way. But it does make updates painfully slow for you guys, and I apologise, cos I get that sucks.

Though, it is also spurred by external motivation: people pointing specific things out, telling me why they like something or what they see under the surface here, that stuff actually gets the gears in my head turning, back in focus. The ‘waiting for an update’ ‘pls write more’ isn’t motivation, it’s demand. (And understanding there is demand is definitely a motivator, don’t get me wrong, but that’s not a spark, it’s a push.) So the balance there is sometimes hard to match, I understand there is demand (though after Ch 7 or 8 whatever it was I genuinely thought maybe there wasn’t), and I appreciate being told that, but it can only go insofar as I have the motivation to bounce off of it. Sometimes, that’s literally just my own issue and no one can help me. You (not you, specifically, anon) just gotta trust an update will come... and if you fall out of care for Sunny in the meantime, oh well. Know I won't, lmfao.

About the Title, well, no one actually has asked me... I don't think (maybe 'cause it seems obvious?). I guess the answer is.. kind of? It is a lyric pulled from the Fall Out Boy song, but, well, a meme says it best:

The inspo is kinda what's written on the tin, wanted a title that makes it clear what it is. Don't read too much into the baseball metaphor though, it might hurt you a little in the spoilers department, if you think we're just purely having fun here...

Thanks for the ask, really really appreciate it, and knowing people like you are reading and enjoying my fic is awesome :)

[temporary-enthusiasm]

19 21 23 for the ask game!!!

Hello <3 Thank you for the ask!

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

OH UHM. I am suffering from awful writers block rn, so I'm not actually actively working on anything! But here is a small snippet from a WIP that has been open for ages that I will one day (eventually) actually write.

Hank didn’t need a fancy computer in his brain to pre-construct possible scenarios; he knew that the statistical likelihood of a drunk Connor waiting patiently in the car while he investigated a crime scene was exactly 0%. 

“You, stay here,” he told Connor anyway.

[something something, connor follows him] Connor very seriously examined the body and was like “It appears that this victim is dead, Lieutenant.” 21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why? Thankfully no!! I've definitely had to move scenes around and rework them as I've had fics develop more, but I've never actually had to delete one!

23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?

Usually just vibes. I don't do a lot of plotting before I start writing so I don't have a solid plan, so once I feel a scene is wrapped up or nearly wrapped up I try to find something that sounds like a good end point. I also tend to like shorter chapters so I do tend to wrap things up the first change I guess.

Fan Fic Writer Asks

[elizabethshaw]

20 questions for writers

i was tagged by @riversofmars (thank you!!)... feel like a little bit of a fraud doing this as i've had major writer's block for nearly two years now and have written virtually nothing during that time, but i'm gonna give it a go anyway 😅

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

14 :))

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

46,344

3. What fandoms do you write for?

doctor who! mostly leaning towards dweu/big finish stuff but i've written some new who fic as well in the past. (i've also been wanting to write something for the pleasant green universe audio series for a while now but as my major fixations on it have all coincided with the aforementioned writer's block that... hasn't happened lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Wy' ti'n dal i weld cysgodion yn y nos? (67 kudos)

in it together (23 kudos)

The Security Guard, The Scholar, And The Giant Stone Cube (22 kudos)

I Lie Awake And Watch It All (19 kudos)

og um vitt aldrin síggjast meir (18 kudos)

predictably, this includes all of the new who fics i've written, and (bar the third) almost none of the fics i'm actually most proud of lol 😅

(also feel a need to clarify here that the foreign-language titled fics are not actually in those languages, i just use song lyrics as titles a lot and for various reasons over half the music i listen to at any given moment is Not In English, hence the titles being as they are)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! sometimes i'm a bit delayed with it (i know there's a couple i need to get around to answering rn but before today i hadn't been on my ao3 for... half a year at least?? so i'm a bit behind oops), but i like to get back to everyone who leaves a comment, just to say thanks :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably hver fer sinn veg - it's set during "the war doctor begins", it was never going to be a happy one lol

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

gei di weld y byd mewn lliw, i think :)

8. Do you get hate on fic?

thankfully no! i've been lucky enough that my experience with fic writing/sharing has been very positive so far <3

9. Do you write smut?

no, it's not really my thing. smut is very honestly just kinda there to me, i don't have strong feelings about it either way, and so it's not something i've ever felt compelled to write yknow??

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope! i mainly prefer playing around with canon/canon-adjacent stuff tbh, i've got a couple of unfinished aus hanging around that will probably never see the light of day, but no crossovers that i can think of

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as i'm aware. though to be fair, i don't venture onto fic websites other than ao3 so i'll never know for certain. i doubt it though

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

again, not as far as i know! i'd probably be chill with it though if anyone wanted to translate a fic of mine, provided they asked beforehand and it was one i was comfortable with being translated :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope! the closest i've got is participating in an event run by a discord server i used to be mildly active in and am technically still part of, which was a lot of fun :D

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

i don't know if i really have an "all-time" favourite as such, but i've written a fair bit for liv and helen from the 8das, and really love their dynamic. i'm also a big fan of leela/romana, but for whatever reason i've never been quite able to make writing them work :/

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

there's a fair few 😅 the main one I can think of atm is the eldritch helen fic i vaguely remember being asked about on here a couple of years back, it's a concept that i still have a lot of interest in and love for, but i've never quite been able to get the fic itself to work and i fear it may be doomed to the wip pit for eternity :((

i've also got quite a few unfinished pieces of varying lengths with the war-veklin-albert tardis team from "the war doctor begins" hanging around my drive that i'd a) love to finish and b) probably won't; their dynamic and their whole deal as a team whose story takes place mostly off-screen and which we only see the ending of fascinates me. maybe one day i'll manage to do something with it

16. What are your writing strengths?

description :) this is the one thing i am ever consistently happy with in my writing (i am my own harshest critic <3), and i've got a couple of nice comments about it before. so!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue - even with characters i know well and whose voices i have clear in my head, i do find it difficult to make dialogue feel really authentic, and it's definitely something i tend to overly fixate on when i'm writing because i'm so conscious of wanting to get it right

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i'm totally fine with it! as long as it has a reason for being in the story, and isn't like. getting in the way of readers understanding what's going on, i don't see the problem.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

doctor who :)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

it's probably a tie between The Security Guard, The Scholar, And The Giant Stone Cube (a fic i wrote back in 2021 based on this post about rory and helen theoretically being able to meet each other at the national museum during the pandorica arc, which i loved writing and am still really happy with nearly 3 years later), and mae cuddio dagrau yn fy ngwaed (a bit of a weirder/darker dreamscape-type story; it took a lot of puzzling things out to piece all the different parts together to make something that was cohesive but still felt strange or off in the way dreams do, but i was really pleased with the end result!)

can't think of anyone to tag off the top of my head who hasn't been tagged already, so i'll leave this free for anyone to take part if they want to! :)

[fallouttboy]

hi my english major is having a field day rn at 2:20 in the morning so i will do what i do best and write about it and hopefully it makes sense

sometimes i think about how i went to london as a graduation present for getting my ba in english and then i think about how for 5 days i was walking the same soil as poets and artists and musicians walked all those years ago. the same cobblestone walkways that were walked upon by shelley. the same lakes at which writers pondered their mere existence at, longing for the current to take away their pain so they can begrudgingly release a happier serial this month instead of the bleak and dreary that their audience so loves (but would their audience love them at their happy or is their misery the key to success?).

i cried when i woke up on the plane and saw english pastures, blocked out like a quilt of green and yellow, crops in the off season but still taking up their space. i breathed in the cool november air at the airport and realized that this truly was just where i was meant to be.

i find home to be a tricky word to define. when i was fourteen i described it “not as your physical space-though that can be true too- but wherever you feel like you belong”. at the time, i knew the feeling but did not have the words to articulate yet. i still don’t fully believe that i do, though now i certainly have more of a grasp on the concept of home. fourteen year old me was correct, though i am now abridging the concept: home is where your soul becomes one with your body. some people may have one home, others have many, and im thankfully one who has a couple that i am aware of.

for me, it was walking around alone in london, and even deeper so as i was walking in salisbury and at stonehenge. i took a moment in the courtyard of the majestic Salisbury Cathedral (post tour of the site and post adjacent market wandering) and admired her. i had never seen a proper gothic cathedral before, from actual gothic times. i had never seen anything older than, oh, jamestown in virginia? to see something of such grandeur and age in person stunned me to silence. i was shocked. i was in awe. i was almost frightened by the rate at which my emotions and heart were pounding in unison. as the clouds rolled in for yet another rainy night, i understood in that moment the purpose that i had been considering for years: life, as an experience, is not meant to be viewed from the same window. you are meant to see the world, meant to experience exactly what i have been saying in this post.

being a human extends so far beyond the realm at which we typically function at (generalizing!). it is not just you. it is you, your ancestors, their ancestors. it is the poetry that rings bells in your mind. it is music that was written 500 years ago and yet you have never heard a truer piece of art. it is the cave paintings that bring a tear to your eye because they were made by humans.

and one thing that is sometimes difficult to conceptualize is the fact that artists are human. just like you and me. the people who created the cave pieces are human. they were depicting their lives: the local wildlife, who they lived with, how and what they ate. it was them telling a story of themselves. all of the great writers, and all of the not great writers, were all humans and they all depicted emotions that are, more times than not, just impossible to put words to in ways that are better than theirs. all of the greek scholars that came up with math concepts and the cartographers from new zealand that created maps of the ocean thousands of years ago-all of them were human. they are just as much a part of us as the dirt is of the earth.

art is the key. art has always been and will always be the whole fucking point. humans will, as long as we can, create art (in whatever medium) to express our lives. we want to express ourselves. we want to be seen. we want to be known.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Cesar gently squeezed Jonah’s hand, quietly reminding him to breathe.

They’d just saved the other man from a run down cabin in Mandela woods, him having been kidnapped in 1998. The captor was dead now, beaten to an unrecognizable mess on the floor by an enraged Seth. Cesar couldn’t blame him.

Now that they’d gotten Jonah back to base, however, Sarah convinced the eldest to take a shower and change, citing that the blood splattered all over him could potentially make Jonah have a panic.

Though, as Cesar's hand was harshly squeezed in return with a panicked wheeze, he wished Sarah had waited until Jonah had fallen asleep.

The minute Seth had gone out of sight, Jonah began to panic, breathing harshly and scratching at his arms until they bled. Cesar and Sarah stopped him before he could do any more damage to himself, and were now waiting for Seth to come back.

Which thankfully wasn’t that long of a wait.

As the eldest exited the bathroom, Jonah immediately relaxed at the sight of him. Sarah stopped her pacing to approach Seth and lightly push him towards the other two boys on the couch.

Sighing lightheartedly, Seth obliged, sitting on Jonah’s other side and carefully grabbing his free hand.

Sniffling slightly, Jonah leaned onto Seth’s shoulder and closed his eyes, finally falling asleep.

[one, completely platonic. two, writers block slapped me in the face and this is the best i got rn- /lh]

Awwwwh :( /lh

Got damn. Jonah needs a break for real

[metaphysiical]

[ jessica alba | cis woman | she/her | forty-three ] ——   welcome to grimrose, barbara ortega. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a tourist who has been in town for one week, especially since you spend most of your days as a fictional romance author? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little melodramatic more than you are charismatic… but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of dreams by the cranberries and deep red wine filled to the brim of a glass, a tightness in your chest that loosens faster than anticipated, and the realization that you never knew what real love was until you lost it. hope to see you around, barbie.

pinterest | inspos: charlotte york (sex and the city), izzie stevens (greys anatomy), helen (bridesmaids), hermione granger (harry potter), the protagonist in like, any hallmark movie lol

full name — barbara dolores ortega torres nickname(s) — barbie name meaning — foreign, exotic, strange age — forty-three date of birth — july 1st place of birth — miami, florida current location — grimrose, new hampshire gender — cis woman pronouns — she / her religion — catholic, non-practicing occupation — fictional romance author education level — masters degree in creative writing residence — renting out a room at the white whale inn family — christian torres, ex-husband & gabriella torres, daughter & parents and older siblings finances — pretty well off from her (ex)husbands business mixed with her own money from multiple publications spoken languages — english, spanish faceclaim / voiceclaim — jessica alba

background — tw: divorce

barbara ortega grew up with an amazingly supportive family. as the youngest of her siblings, she was always the baby of the family and treated especially as such by her parents. she’s still incredibly close with them, even her siblings.

barbie is a hopeless romantic, however. she fell in love with her first and only boyfriend in middle school and thats the only love she has ever known. the two got married right out of high school and stayed together just up until now. the minute their daughter, gabriella, walked out of the doors to head to her first year in college, barbie’s husband, christian, told her that he was leaving her.

thankfully, barbie is a pretty well known romance author to some. she’s not as successful as she hopes to be ( not knowing that all her books are the same vanilla love story rn ). since there isn’t anything tying her to miami anymore, she decides to head to the coast. take some time to herself while still under the pressures of writing chapters for her next novel. one she has been having writers block with. she cant seem to find the love in her own loveless life now.

shes only been in grimrose for a week after spending a few months mourning her one and only love. mourning the relationship and the fact that is was over in 5 seconds flat. now, she wants to try and move forward, even when everything seems to be pulling her back. she hopes grimrose will give her a boost of what she needs to finish this next book and go back to miami and see if she can work things out with christian ( until she realizes even she doesn’t want that ).

headcanons — tw: pregnancy, pregnancy difficulties

barbie secretly wishes she was able to give gabriella the same big family lifestyle that she had growing up, but barbie’s pregnancy was too difficult and dangerous for her to think about having more children. it broke her heart, but she knew to accept anything that life threw at her.

barbie can be a bit high strung. she likes order, following deadlines, and doing things without distress or mess. she blames this on living in such a chaotic household growing up, but she wouldn’t change a thing. she’s hoping this divorce and a lack of schedule will help her grow out of it a bit.

her most recent novel was a big flop. its messed with barbie’s head, especially when facing strict deadlines now for this new novel that she can’t seem to write. she’s thinking of doing something different maybe, however she needs inspiration — this is why she chose to leave miami for some time and visit someplace new. 

[joanofexys]

(i’m still figuring out how to communicate through tumblr especially when it comes to tags so dont mind me coming into your inbox)

but omgggg pls do send me the link to your fics hehe when you write them <33333

you are more than welcome in my inbox lol

and ahhh will do! i’ve only got one itty bitty drabble up rn about Jean’s first night at USC but I just graduated so thankfully im getting a ton more time to write fic (as soon as the writers block goes away)

[castle-dominion]

c3x5 the anatomy of murder

Is this a jewish funeral? Oh. Yes it is. Oh! No wonder they fumbled with the coffin, it was heavier than expected!

Ah Gina is still here Lalala I don’t want to hear it I love castle’s chill shirt. Still a buttonup but this one is patterned.

RC: Don’t we usually get to the victim before the funeral? Lol “stowaway” Ryan bending down talking to this gal Beckett, to dr Parish: Cause of death? The family member: Liver failure, he drank like a fish! Ryan: ?? What is peri-mortem?

Officer: Castle. RC: Oh thank you! KB: Are you getting mail here now? RC: Only when I don’t want my daughter to see it. [...] KB: We have a song: you talk too much by clarence carter.

I like castle’s outfit today. Nice jacket. (& ryan too)

Weird baseball references. I like Ryan’s movements, hands deep in pockets, swaying & stopping the way he does. JE: & I found something unusual: “Almost every morning, she bought coffee.” KR: A doctor who buys coffee, wow that is unusual. JE: . It is! If the coffee shop is 20 blocks from her apartment.  RC: Maybe it was on her way to work? JE: Nope, complete opposite direction. RC: Boyfriend in the neighbourhood? JE: On my way to find out. *Looks at Ryan while walking away* KR: Oh great, now he’s mad at me Girl what did you expect for making fun of him & interrupting like that? (I can see why people ship these two)

I love the was she turns the vic’s head. Castle is pretty smart! “Air embolism!” LP: Gold star for castle!

Lol 20ccs of death is not funny. 

Girl that’s not how it works Motorcycle boy called everyone else boys, he is NOT motorcycle man! Wow fancy. Would you rather have a man who makes you waffles or a man who works 36 hour shifts & never has the energy to “have fun” once you get home? (tho he is rich.) 

Love this guy’s bowtie. My older brother the hospital worker hated this episode. I have a friend who was a female doctor. In her day there was a changeroom for doctors (with normal uniforms) & a changeroom for nurses with bright pink uniforms. She was a doctor, she didn’t want to wear the pink nurse uniform. Thankfully, she made friends with a male nurse who also did not want to wear the pink nurse’s uniform. Castle: No I’ll stand by it This guy is a flirt! I mean there is a difference between being friendly & being “friendly” bud. (canon disabled character) Her. No wait, her!  Seriously? Seriously. Seriously!? Seriously! Seriously?? Seriously!!

Ryan...  “who’s smoking hot btw” ya shut it The others. I call it, the galaxy of greg! Ryan XD this is great Ok now usually I love it when people are great platonic friends but this guy seems like he is sleeping with them. Or he’s gay & really is their special friend. KR: Maybe greg is gay (That’s what I said! Where’s esposito btw) KB: With the way he was hitting on me? So not gay. Except he’s more than hitting on those other gals & he is not trying to get involved with them. & later in the episode we learn he is devoted already. He could totally be gay & just complimenting you the way he does all the other women he’s strictly platonic with.

KR: that’s how much it costs to become a doctor!? Glad I became a cop. (We are experiencing a medical crisis in canada rn & also acab)

Good on Gina ig. I’m honestly halfway on castle with it rn. No. You should have told him “I’m planning on getting tickets for alexis. I know you are closer with her so I just wanted to double check.” But castle you also could have communicated!

Oh this is where esposito was! Caesar Calderon! That’s a cool name! The devil’s mistress Ooh castle is so right. So cool. Ultimate bad boy XD.

Castle’s writer creds getting them in! Ooh sexy music! Look at that shirt. Listen to him. Oh I love this man. Nikki Fuego. Everything is better in spanish. They are called romance languages for a reason! (Reminds me of an old joke: I speak english, french, profanity, & love.) Tho I’m learning Cree right now, the original language of the land I’m on, & it makes me wonder. I speak french & am learning cree, what is this guy’s spanish & his native american language? I doubt he knows it (hooray for colonization /s) I love this guy so much. He is some drug lord called the devil but now he is a sensual old man. Great story so far, I love it. (old man & young doctor...)

Beckett has got it right. (at least she cared enough)

Just casually pulls a gun on him??? (AG OFFICE-- SEASON SIX) Ooh undercover stuff this keeps getting better. Castle: it’s like an alfred hitchcock movie!

Sorry I had to (credit to @/thornshadowwolf) Ooh & it’s getting even cooler! The operation isn’t even about the drug lord!

Bro let martha stewart off the hook! 

Ew castle. Aw bribery for your gal.

Maybe if y’all had good communication things would work out. Rick probably feels like an outsider too. Hey called it! Don’t let go of the balloon do- of then. 

Nice jacket! Bribery & sincerity babey! Odd makeup choice for beckett. It makes her look normal & nondescript. 

Why did castle jump so high when esposito came in? OH DANG THIS CASE KEEPS GETTING COOLER!

Where did he get that body??? THIS CASE IS SO COOL McSchemey lol. I’ve had four jews stuck in my head all day & now all I can think of is that line “Four Jews in a room plot a crime” (Four Jews in a room bitching; Four Jews in a room plot a crime; I'm bitching. He's bitching; They're bitching. We're bitching; Bitch bitch bitch bitch; Funny funny funny funny; Bitch--bitch--; Bitch bitch bitch bitch; All--the-- Time...) Oh dear! This is so cool! All the gals all the doctors IS THAT HOW MORPHINE WORKS? Oh my goodness, that is dangerous, the brain damage you could get??? Aw look at rick holding lanie’s arm. She just plays along.  She was a getaway driver, she def had an escape plan. 

KB: I’m a cop, I’ve seen the movie. Think about it as a code. “By the time you read this note, my life will be at it's end. My heart is as cold as Ike (her husband who loved sun) (c), and I find life inbearable (u). I know your (r) children may not understand the sad life of a dowadger (d), or what would have leadled (led) me to this desperate akt (c), but please know that I am much happier this way. As my last will and testament, I leave you in the care of Captain Sham, a kind and honorable men (a). Please think of me kindly even though I'd (ve) done this terrible thing.” It translates to ‘curdled cave’ & that’s how they found aunt josephine.

I thought that someone would walk in on hearing caskett exchanging love notes & assume the “wrong” thing. “Are we interrupting?”  KB: No no we’re just reading the letters. RC: Yeah no... *gulp*

RC: Motel.  KB: Really that’s what you call special? RC: Well I’m assuming they’re on a budget. Me: & I mean they haven’t been able to be intimate in any way for three years. RC: ok where’s the first place you’d go? KB: idk someplace romantic. RC: Like the first place they met? (reads the love letter about burgeropolis) KB: ?? RC: yeah that’s stupid

Those jersey state troopers at the burgeropolis got em! Rick: I thought u said I was wrong! (She kind of did) Kate: YOU said it was stupid.

Dr Monroe spoke about that bracelet as if she had a bf...

Private physician but right. Long romantic drives with ur doctor.  I mean how old was Monroe? CC: Be careful Mr Castle, this is not one of your fictions where people bleed ink. (sweet line) Oh no... this is tragic... he realizes it was his brother Bro Madre Dios is not hard to transcribe. I don’t even speak spanish spanish & I know that madre dios mean mother of god (probably). It’s probably easier than writing “speaking spanish” in the captions. (Well except for the fact that it would be italicized.) This is so dramatic & I love it so much. (But communication is important.) This is like a goncharov moment. It is romantic actually. (this is so romantical & loving) Would it be better to believe your miracle worker was out to get you & your brother (unjustly) protected you? Or better to believe that your miracle worker did not betray you & your brother killed her for nothing in the end? Probably better to know the whole story bc then u can see she loved you & he didn’t know she did so he loved you too. 

I mean it is romantic, your lover busting you out of prison like that.

Ooh alexis looks so pretty! MR: I stopped emotionally investing in your girlfriends when you dumped that lovely Lizzie in eleventh grade. MR: If it comes down to it, would you be willing to break her out of prison?

Reopen, not completely free, & IF that happens then greg will get a RECOMMENDATION of probation. & THEN THEY GET THEIR BURGEROPOLIS THAT’S SO SWEET (I told them to hold the onions)

JE: That was a nice thing you did in there. RC: Ah I just thought that after everything Greg did for her, they deserved a chance. Besides, if it were you & I in Amy’s shoes, we’d still be rotting in prison. (Beckett & another cop look at Esposito & Castle comparing themselves to the lovers in prison) JE: Ha! Speak for yourself bro. I’d escape. RC: What, you’d just leave me in there? JE: It’s the law of the jungle. I’ve got to look out for Numero Uno. RC: Wow. Nothing like a hypothetical prison term to let you know who your friends really are. (I love a good castito idea lol) KB: Don’t worry Castle, I’d get you out. (Esposito nods) (Castle looks at her, remembering what his mom said about love.) KB: You coming? RC: Yeah (they walk off & esposito simply smiles at them in the back)

My question about this interaction is: how close is the hypothetical situation. Is Esposito in prison & castle trying to get him out? Did they get wrongly accused of being getaway drivers? Are they both in prison without devoted lovers? Did they actually commit crimes? How about Beckett? She probably meant “I’d go through all the police channels to get you out bc you weren’t the getaway driver”

[jjunieworld]

it should be out in about 2 hours!!

beomgyu’s bday fic should be up tomorrow (the 13th for me)!! when i tell you i was RACING against the clock i was RACING

[catgirlforkaeya]

sick

kaeya x gn!reader

sickfic + fluff (?) + modern au (visions still exist tho)

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread

a/n: i’ve been tryna work on requests this week but writers block has me in a chokehold with most stuff rn. i also got hit with something (pretty sure it’s strep— it’s what it feels like idk it cld also be covid since my mom has it all ik is it’s painful) and that inspired this so enjoy 🥲 (i’m sorry if some of this doesn’t make sense i have extreme brain fog rn)

illness wasn’t uncommon for you— you always managed to come down with something at least 2-3 times a year. there wasn’t really any reason for it, your immune system was just a tiny bit weaker

more utc!

this time though? jesus christ you thought you were gonna die (not literally that’s an exaggeration)

headache, body aches, runny nose, sore throat, fatigue, nausea, fever, cough, all that fun stuff but way worse than you’ve ever had

hell you even lost your voice for a few days and could barely choke out whispers

thankfully you had your amazing boyfriend kaeya to take care of you

he’s used to taking care of you when you’re sick— he knows what all to do for you (you always repay the favor whenever he gets sick, which isn’t a lot but even if it’s just sniffles you do something)

when he noticed you were sick (which was very obvious) he was very quick to take your temperature and get you to bed

once he was sure you were comfortable he’d bring you some water, then return downstairs to go make you some food

kaeya had some special chicken noodle soup recipe that his family made that he’d always fix up for you

that shit was like magic, you’d always feel better after eating it— even though it was temporary it still relieved the misery for a little while

when you didn’t show any improvement after a few days kaeya would take you to the doctor to get some medicine since it obviously wasn’t a little cold

he’d always make sure you’d take your medicine as many times as the doctors said to, not in an annoying way just an “i’m worried about you please just take this” way

you spent most of the time in bed resting. kaeya would mostly stay by your side the whole time. he’d give you a bunch of small kisses here and there

you scolded him saying he was going to get sick from being so close to you. did that stop him? no

whenever you would go downstairs just to move around some kaeya would still be by your side, getting you anything you needed and just being there for you

9 times out of 10 kaeya would call in sick from work, saying he came down with whatever you had too (most of the time he didn’t, he just wanted to stay home with you). if it was a cold then he wouldn’t worry about it but something like this he’d definitely call in

your fever would usually spike at nighttime, so kaeya would use his vision just a teeny tiny bit to cool you if it was high. it was a weird sensation but it was enough to soothe you and allow you to go to sleep

i think kaeya would be the best possible person to take care of you while you’re sick (am i biased bc it’s kaeya? yes but lets overlook that). he hates seeing you in any kind of pain so he will go out of his way to make sure you’re better, even if it means putting his own health at risk

if you have any rough nights where you just can’t sleep kaeya will stay up the whole time, keeping you company while the tv hummed in the background

whenever you do fall asleep he’ll wait until he knows you’re asleep to allow himself to sleep

he’ll whisper sweet nothings while you’re falling asleep

“i love you, darling. get some rest. i’m right here if you need me, okay?”

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