#okay i'm unleashing this from the drafts now

[zukkaoru]

my favorite chuuya headcanon that will make every chuuya fan in existence immediately hate me is that chuuya is actually allergic to dogs

[unexpectedreylo]

So, It Wasn't Planned After All

https://x.com/RichEisenShow/status/1734703529552699725?s=20

While Adam Driver is making the rounds to promote "Ferrari," he drops by the Rich Eisen Show and when asked about Ben Solo during the True or False segment, Adam spills the tea.

He doesn't get asked much about Star Wars so this is the first time I think he's talked about his character arc since TROS was unleashed upon us 4 years ago. And he drops the bomb that the Ben Solo thing wasn't planned from the beginning. That's right, Bendemption happened late in the game. He says that JJ Abrams told him the idea was Vader In Reverse (starts out vulnerable, ends entrenched in the dark side) and he kept that concept in mind throughout the time he filmed the ST, until they changed it with the last film. Adam has alluded to the concept of Vader In Reverse before but this is the first time he's gone into greater detail about it, including the revelation that the decision to turn Kylo from the dark side came during the third film.

This shouldn't be surprising to anyone who read the Duel of the Fates script and it explains why Ben hardly says a word during his scenes on Exegol. Abrams and Co. conceived of Kylo Ren as an evil bastard whose destiny was to get eviller; killing Han Solo was meant to be what sent him down the path of no return. Then two things happened: TLJ and Driver's commitment to humanizing Kylo Ren. People loved Kylo and Rey together (hence Reylo exploding in popularity) and they fell in love with Adam. They empathized with Kylo. So they changed course with TROS, a little. Kylo returns to the light as Ben but he is quickly dispatched once the big battle is over. I believe Ben's death was for two reasons: one, they were less invested and focused in Ben's part of the story than we were and two, there was always the intent to end the Skywalker line so Star Wars could focus on new characters. Remember, Rey essentially turned Skywalker into a title that could be transferred to anyone.

That the story changed over the course of the trilogy isn't that big a deal. There was no Chosen One prophecy until the prequels. Leia wasn't Luke's sister until Lucas wrote ROTJ. Han wasn't guaranteed to get out of carbonite because nobody was sure if Harrison Ford was going to come back. Instead of a tyrannical, ruthless bastard like Lee Pace's emperor in Apple TV's Foundation show, Kylo Ren gave us quivering lips, teary eyes, and mooning over the heroine who is supposed to be his enemy. When Rian Johnson introduced the bond between Rey and Kylo, Abrams and Terrio explained it as a dyad and made it prominent in the film. The kiss got put in because Reylo was so popular. Okay, fine.

The problem was they never should have made the Jedi Killer from early drafts Han and Leia's only child. As an old Star Wars fan who saw every film since 1977 and followed the Skywalker clan for over 40 years, I didn't want to see Anakin Skywalker's grandson end up even more evil than he was. What a huge bummer that would've been, even worse than if Rey was killed off. (For the record, I hated the whole Darth Jacen thing so much in the legends books I stopped reading them.) Abrams and Terrio probably realized it was going to be a problem returning to the idea that Ben was too evil to save; TROS already comes off as a tragic ending rather than a happy, triumphant one. And it goes against the whole message of Star Wars. So it ends up being Vader 2.0 and fans hoping Ben would survive were disappointed. I wasn't fond of the idea of exile or something as Ben's fate prior to TROS, but now I think that probably would've been the best outcome. It would've left a lot of possibilities to explore in future SW stories without having to come up with a convoluted explanation for bringing him back.

As much as they fumbled the ball, I'm glad they at least spared us Evil Kylo 4 Ever and Adam's turn as Ben was great even without anything to say besides "Ow." Adam sounded a little disappointed to me but maybe I'm just reading into it too much. In any case he has also stated in recent interviews he would be open to returning to Star Wars, so I guess we can still be hopeful even if he doesn't appear in the upcoming film. (Just don't wait 30 years, okay?)

[jessicas-pi]

is it possible for the ask game, if you could do either starbirds and wolves or a guide to the mythical and mysterious (the sabezra mythical creatures au) with directors commentary?

OOOOOH MYTHICAL & MYSTERIOUS DIRECTOR'S CUT ok buckle up I think you've unleashed a ramble monster because this AU has SO MUCH WORLDBUILDING that I haven't got to yet, and I might go off on some tangents. I'll try to restrain myself but I make no promises.

Soooo, I'm just gonna kinda read through it and talk about things as I come to them!

Okay, right off the bat, there's the framing of the fic. It's basically one long scene of Sabine & Ezra hanging out and reading each other's diaries for fun, with a ton of flashbacks. But in the first draft, the framing of the story was completely different! Instead of Sabine & Ezra reading the diaries, it was Rune (their adopted daughter) and Jacen who stole the diaries and were reading them! It had a lot of funny lines, so when I changed it, I saved all the old scenes to be reworked/rewritten into a companion fic.

Oh, another thing! So, Hera is a siren in this AU. Something I learned while researching mythical creatures is that there's basically two types of siren in mythology: the ones that are the same as mermaids, and then there's bird-women with singing powers. She's the bird-woman kind of siren because she flies! (Also, I made her a siren because the first thing Kanan noticed about her was her voice. In the very first draft, she was a selkie, and she and kanan had a meet cute where he very innocently picked up her coat that she'd dropped to return it to her and she thought he was stealing it and tackled him.)

And on the topic of selkies, Zeb's a selkie! He's purple because of a prank gone wrong. (Sabine thought the dye would wash right out of his coat! Honest!)

OOH, so, I just got to the part where Sabine's diary entry is about Ezra joining the crew, and that reminded me! One flashback scene that I wrote and ended up cutting was how Sabine and Ezra met. It was very little-mermaid-esque, but with a lot more confused screaming.

Hmmm, not much I can think of in the next few sections...

AH WAIT OK SO THERE'S THIS BIT!!

It had been rough at the beginning, but ever since he got rid of that red crystal pendant he brought up from the trenches of Malachor, he’d been much easier to get along with.

So, in case context doesn't give it away, the crystal he took from the trenches of Malachor is basically the Sith holocron. Dark side planets/places in general (Malachor, Dathomir, etc.) are various trenches and such in this---the deeper in the sea, the Darker the place. And Malachor itself...

Well, lets just say, I may have been slightly (incredibly) obsessed by the deep sea as a kid, so Malachor is my JAM.

Instead of a Sith temple, that giant pyramidal structure is replaced by an underwater volcano. The various pillars and columns scattered across the surface of Malachor are now hydrothermal vents (my beloveds). There's also a lot of bleached bones---whale falls, and (more creepily) merfolk skeletons.

OHH AND THAT BRINGS ME TO VARIOUS DARKSIDERS.

So, Force-sensitives are all merfolk in this AU (but not all merfolk are force-sensitive). But Dark-side merfolk look much different than regular mer. I'm drawing a lot of inspiration from creepy deep sea animals (also my beloveds). All merfolk have bioluminescent patterns that shift colors, but Dark-siders have theirs permanently turned red. partly because of the red lightsaber thing, but also because no red light reaches the deep sea, so a lot of animals are red because they're essentially invisible, UNLESS they're seen by an animal that emits red light and can therefore see/hunt/kill the red animals, so emitting red light symbolizes how the Dark mer have become exclusively predatory and destructive.

uhhh I got kinda distracted there. ANYWAY,

Oh, there's that line about how Ezra has a habit of curling his tailfin around people's legs so he doesn't float away mid-conversation! So, there's lore to that. Basically, it's a mer-child thing. Little Mer don't have enough control of their body in the water to stay in one place. Kanan doesn't do it, because he grew up with the merfolk and in this AU he was an adult by the time they were wiped out, so he learned to adjust himself in the water with little movements. Ezra was a child when the merfolk were killed, so he never learned that and the habit of holding onto people with his tail has carried over, which is why he still does it as an older teenager.

Pff oh yeah also. that "this is... detailed" thing. I know the details. I know all the details. I will not be elaborating. Some things must remain unknown.

Oh! And the scene where they're talking up in the crow's nest of the ship and it's mentioned that Sabine spends time up there! That was a reference to Krownest! Get it? Crow's nest? Krownest? hehehe i'm so funny

OH OH OH SABINE'S BACKSTORY!! This wasn't elaborated much in the first draft but with the rewrite it got more attention. Although the circumstances are different than in canon, I tried to keep a lot of it the same---Sabine goes into a situation willingly trusting someone who doesn't have her best interests at heart and gets blindsided by their betrayal. ALSO ANOTHER FUN FACT!! In the original version she was an Amazon and not a Valkyrie!! But then I changed it up so she only joined the Amazons for a time after leaving her old life behind. She was determined to join their ranks and fit in, despite all the culture clashes, but when her Amazonian battle-sister left her for dead after she was injured in a skirmish, Sabine cut all her ties with them and left.

Ahh yeah this bit never fails to make me giggle.

“All right, all right,” she laughed. “Maybe I was a little slow in admitting my feelings for you.” “Aha! So you do have feelings for me!” He pointed a victorious finger at her.

At first glance, it's cute banter that hints that their friendship has started developing into a romance. Gains a new level of comedy when you reread it knowing that by this point, they're married.

Heheh the boat ride to krownest scene. Kanan's blind and he still knows they're silently flirting with each other.

OOH! JET! K I'm gonna probably go on a ramble now, anyway: Jet was Sabine's pegasus since she was a child. She left Jet behind when she ran away. During this AU's version of "Imperial Supercommandoes," they're confronted by Gar Saxon and his cronies on pegasi. He tells Sabine that after her mother became the leader of the Valkyries, she "generously gave us access to her stables." In reality, Ursa's hand was forced and the pegasi were taken from her. Sabine recognizes one of the horses there as Jet, and he recognized her. During the fight that followed, Jet's rider was shot, and Sabine grabbed his reins and she and Ezra made their getaway with him.

(In Heroes of Mandalore, instead of being bad at flying a jetpack, Ezra got stuck with a pegasus who hated him and kept trying to buck him off in midair lol)

Hmmm going on...

Oh! Ezra is an ocean Merfolk, and like saltwater (ocean) fish, he can't survive (shapeshifted into his mer-form) in freshwater. That's why it was so dangerous for him to jump in after Sabine fell through the ice---it was a freshwater lake.

Also, the scene where he deliriously asks her to take him to Valhalla if he dies, because "merfolk don't have anywhere to go," is a reference to the original fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen, where mermaids turn to seafoam when they die.

Ahhhh yes, the necklace! I think I said this before in the tags of one of my merfolk art posts, but, so, for merfolk, giving handmade shell-jewelry is usually a marriage proposal, but it's not, like, automatically legally binding or anything. So basically, when 15-year-old Ezra gave Sabine her shell necklace, it was the equivalent of if you jokingly got down on one knee and offered your unrequited crush a cheap plastic ring from a cereal box or something, expecting her to roll her eyes, but instead she's like "Aw thanks! A ring!" and she starts unironically wearing the cheap plastic ring all the time and now you realize that she doesn't know it was a joke proposal because apparently rings don't go with proposals in her culture and you can't explain the joke now, it's way too late, and you want to die of embarrassment.

Oh yeah also Ezra found a pair of elaborate jewel-encrusted daggers in a shipwreck and gave them to Sabine. This is a reverse necklace situation--to reuse the metaphor, it's like if your best friend got down on one knee, pulled out a gorgeous diamond ring, and said "I found this in a gravel pit! It's for you cause I know you like cool rings bestiegirl!! :D" and you're like "...uh... thanks!" and you take the ring because it is a cool ring and you do love cool rings and you don't tell him that he basically proposed because apparently rings don't go with proposals in his culture.

mmmm yeah the love's lights scene. ahhh so much I could say. I guess, it was really fun in this part (and throughout the whole fic) to explore how Ezra wasn't entirely human, and how his merfolk instincts would affect him, especially regarding the way merfolk fall in love and the once-a-year merfolk festival. I actually have an outlined idea for a fic in the series that's about weird merfolk quirks and different traditions they have, so I might explore things more in that one.

ah man I am never gonna get tired of writing Sabine deciding to do random impromptu flirting and Ezra bluescreening over it.

oh yeah shoutout to Robert Louis Stevenson by the way, I stole a plot device from him (character hides in an apple barrel and overhears Important Things)

And then Rune and Jacen come in at the end! This was an adaptation of one of the original scenes of the fic that I mentioned at the beginning of this.

One other thing, I guess--the character named Koti is an orphaned mermaid girl that Kanan and Hera took in, so she's Jacen's little sister. the "guppies," as Rune calls them, are her three merfolk siblings--two of them are adopted and one is a sabezra kid. (said adopted children may or may not be rey and finn.) (Oh, and the guy Rune has a crush on? Poe Dameron. Obviously.)

Hmmm I think that's about it for this director's cut! Which is probably good considering I just dumped slightly under 2k words of ramble on ya

Thank you for the ask!! :D

[mikkeneko]

What's scum villain of diabolism?

That one is the Scum Villain/Grandmaster of Diabolism fusion fic I had planned. I say fusion rather than crossover because the characters don't cross over; it's the premise of Scum Villain replayed into Modao.

The transmigrator in this case is a diehard WangXian fan (in my current draft, the poor sap's name is Mia Yu,) who gets transmigrated into Yu Ziyuan and has to try to deal with the Fall of Lotus Pier in the same way that Shen Yuan had to deal with the Abyss.

Her story begins with a tumblr post somewhat like this one:

yutarzanmiajane wrote:

Okay, bear with me.

So I'm sure you've seen the gifsets all over you dash of the pretty swooshy sword boys being very, very gay for each other. (Everybody please take a moment to thank your local gifset maker, heroes of tumblr, for the food.) What these are all coming from is a recent popular C-drama called Chī Mí Lìng (CML for short,) with the English release title of The Unleashed. And that is a live-action adaptation of a Chinese web novel I Was A Teenage Necromantic Overlord! (There are other adaptations including a manhua, a musical stage adaptation and a stopmotion cartoon, but we aren't concerned with those right now.)

It's got gays! And necromancy! What else could you possibly ask for!

What else, indeed. How about some fucking plot coherency? Character consistency? Any kind of artistic integrity at all. Chi Mi Ling is a lowest-common-denominator pandering cash-grab. There, I said it. Let's get into the good, the bad, and the really really fucking sucky:

Gay people, I know we are starving for crumbs, but that doesn't mean we have to accept the bare minimum when it's waved in front of us! We deserve better than this! And frankly, the (vanishingly few!) good characters in Chi Mi Ling deserve bet

narutosweatyballsack wrote:

why does the post just cut off like that

shishishiawase wrote:

Government snipers got them.

unleash_dabooty wrote:

lol maybe she got transmigrated into IWATNO

lost_in_translation wrote:

Godspeed on your xianxia adventure tumblr user yutarzanmiajane

[indira-korr]

warmth love and awe 👀

Awww, absolutely. Thank you for your ask 🥰

I'll try to keep it short and not ramble too much. Ummm... yeah... Nevermind 😅

This is the WIP list if anyone else is interested.

I'm excited, because this is a very important moment for Red and Fawkes. It's written from Fawkes' POV and shows Red taking a big step out of his (sexual) comfort zone.

The draft has only about 500 words, and I really like it, and also have no self-control whatsoever, so I'm putting it all in here under the cut if you or anyone else would like to see.

Since this is something that happens several months into their somewhat complicated relationship, I feel a little bit of background info is required for the gravity of it to really be felt.

When they first start their sexual relationship, Red compulsively needs to be in control, but when he is, he's also pretty passionate. Fawkes likes it. A lot.

But Red is not comfortable doing certain things (In fact he's terrified of even trying anything he was forced to do as a cadet. And he fears he may freak out and hurt Fawkes or won't be able to be with him at all afterwards. He's got issues, but being with Fawkes is really good for him.)

This is Fawkes' reaction (after their second kiss) when Red vaguely hints that there are things he won't do:

“I don't care what we do. If all we ever do is this [kissing], I'm happy,” Fawkes said with a tentative smile and Red felt himself relax. “I just want to be with you.”

Okay, I'll stop rambling now. Please enjoy:

Warmth, Love, and Awe

Fawkes leaned back on the bunk and closed his eyes, just like he'd been told. He wasn't sure what would happen now, but he trusted Red completely. He always had and he always would.

Red ran his fingers over Fawkes’ arms, gently grasped his wrists and pulled them up over Fawkes' head.

“Keep them up here, alright?” Red sounded less certain than he usually did.

“Alright.”

Red's hands wandered from Fawkes' wrists towards his face and lightly stroked his cheeks. The touch was just firm enough not to tickle.

Fawkes sensed Red's breath against his lips just before the kiss, and he opened his mouth in anticipation. Whenever Red kissed him softly, Fawkes felt the flutter in chest and stomach. But when it was like this; passionately, with their faces smushed together and Red's tongue down his throat, it unleashed a heat inside him that he hadn't felt before Red.

Fawkes kept his eyes closed and hummed into Red's mouth. He couldn't suppress the desperate whine when Red pulled away.

“Red, I-,” Fawkes started but was silenced by another swipe of tongue.

“Shh, don't say anything,” Red whispered against his lips. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.”

Fawkes hummed and nodded. Red always reminded him, but Fawkes had never told him to stop. He never wanted to. He could never get enough of Red.

With his eyes closed and his hands gripping the frame of the bunk, Fawkes waited silently for whatever Red had planned. Every second felt like a lifetime, his heart rate speeding up with his growing excitement, and then, finally, Red started moving.

The sensation of an almost too light touch sent shivers up Fawkes' spine as Red's fingers wandered slowly along his throat, over his chest, and down his sides. Fawkes felt his breath hitch as Red gently caressed the scar over Fawkes' ribs. Ever since his injury, the tissue there had been different and the nerve damage had left him with a small patch of skin that was completely numb.

“Shh,” Red hummed against his chest and then brushed his lips against that spot.

Red kissed his scar, this patch of imperfect and defective skin, but he didn't linger. Hands and lips kept moving in unison from Fawkes' sides to his abdomen and then further down.

Fawkes sucked in a sharp breath. Red's hands started digging into the meat of his thighs with a firm but careful grip and his mouth…

Oh, kark! His mouth? He doesn't… he never… oh kark!

It was hard to keep quiet and to hold still, but Fawkes did his best to do as he was told, to do what Red needed from him to be able to do this.

“Let me know when you're close,” Red said and Fawkes hummed.

The warm wet heat of Red's mouth descended onto Fawkes’ cock and all that was left of his mind was a fuzzy soup of warmth, love, and awe.

[campoverlook-if]

Progress Update #1// 2/8/24

DEMO LINK

Sup folks, this is the announcement and first progress update of my first WIP, Camp Overlook.

Camp Overlook is a horror/mystery story set in the titular fictional camp and its fictional companion small town, Crescent Cove.

I've been working on this story for about a year. The process had been a bit of a difficult one, between trying to plan the story, starting and deleting whole drafts, losing passion, having no time thanks to a job, and fixing the premise more times than I can count.

After all of that I've finally finished the first part of episode 1 and am ready to unleash it onto the world. There's a lot of choices when speaking to the characters that are unavailable, unfortunately.

Sometimes I'll write choices in before really thinking about how that scene will play out. Some scenes actually had more choices than are currently in the demo that I cut for repetitiveness or feeling like they aren't necessary. You'll notice when you meet Kei/Kairi as a returning camper, for example, you can only be friends or hate each other. But some people might just want to be 'just okay' with each other or just 'sorta dislike' one another. Those are choices, they're just grayed out right now because the scenes aren't finished.

Writing for Choicescript really is different from writing a regular novel, and I guess having such a full cast of characters with different personalities can make that process even harder. But I'm willing to tough it out. I love this cast and I'm not decreasing it unless I find it has to be done. But from my perspective, it doesn't seem likely.

It's a little rattling to publish something unfinished, especially when it's your first project, but I'm dying to hear people's opinions about Camp Overlook. It's important to get suggestions and criticism from folks who haven't been staring at the same code for 9+ months. I'm very excited for people to finally get a look at what I've been writing.

With that said, please enjoy the first part of episode 1!

[missamyrisa2]

do you ever plan on doing longer form stories again? Intruder Prisoner Test Subject is like my favorite tickle story ever, I loved the little world you built in that. I loved the old Megan and Maggie adventures too! I would love to know what ever happened to them on that alien ship

~!!!

Okayyy~<33

I was already floored in blushies because I was like oooh my gosh someone remembers that 5-part pile of tickly nonsense I wrote all those years agooo~ and thennnn you brought up those realllllly old tales~?! mmmhh I'm just gonnaaaa~ squeeze you in a friendly hug and squish your cheeks and tickle your ribs for being soooo flippin sweeeet~!!

Okay, sooo~

Since I don't think any copies have survived (maybe even not in my archives eeeep~), the Megan and Maggie adventures stopped abruptly with the duo + the guy they had been torturing with tickle makeover experiments (he was a jerk and deserved it though!) + Megan's boss Brooke who is like this super powerful ancient entity in a human form who always wears cardigans all stuck on an alien ship.

Oh yeah, Megan and Maggie are like hyper evolved personifications of my tickler extremes at the time. Megan is the tall thin and stoic girl wearing business casual style who views tickling as an experiment to extract all the reactions from everyone and doesn't really recognize the erotic side of tickling outside of an additional factor to be considered. Also she's telekinetic - for reasons. Maggie is curvy and pleasingly plump in a flirty girly style, and a smartmouth who overwhelms her ticklees with sensual snuggly tickles and is endlessly amused at hotwiring a sensitive body into helpless wanting fluff.

Anywayyy~ Megan's latent powers were awakened as she was being tormented by a six armed muscular alien who had stripped her down to everything but her oversized waistbelt. Maggie had been repeatedly tickled to orgasm by alien clones of Megan but broke free. Brooke was missing in action since they were abducted. Chad was being edged to madness by matronly looking aliens with vibrating wands who had him on an exam table still wearing the girly miniskirt and cropped top the girls had put him.

The rest of the story, as best I can remember from what I had drafted out was something like~~

The group eventually finds one another and escapes the ship, only to find no one else as most people have also been abducted by these aliens, The Harvesters as they find out from some military official right before he's beamed away too. The race is extracting ticklegasms and tickle edges from humans for an unknown purpose. The group hides away in an old school and it becomes apparent the aliens specifically want them back. After many attempts including beaming down one of Megan's friends who desperately calls out for her outside the building before being sucked back up, the group plans to find an escape from the planet.

In the middle of all this Chad thinks Megan is coming on to her and he reveals he has a big crush now. She acknowledges him and the two have tickle sex but it turns out she really just wanted to get some new data. At the same time Brooke and Maggie have real romantic tickle sex. Then the harvesters break in and create a dome over themselves and Chad and start a ticklegasm procedure. Maggie is similarly sealed up and left to be sensually tickled to madness. Brooke and Megan fight valiantly with the latter using her newfound abilities to soar up into the ships and start destroying them.

And then there's more stuff like Brooke is this all powerful tickle deity there to observe but decides to take advantage of the weakened planet and augments her abilities with Megan's flower belt (yes that one ~ shut upppp) and unleashes an army of machinery to similarly take and use ticklish people for their energies. At which point I was going to introduce some new self insert sort of character who would fight the new dictator and blah blah blahhh~ I end up in all these supervillain style tickle situations of being interrogated and teased~

sooo yeah. I dunnoo~ I love the longer form but I also looove the flash fiction of dropping you right into the action with just a few details, it's like a way to disorient and tease just like a little extra tickle~<3 Thank youuuu soooo so much for remembering my old junk hehe~ it wasn't super well written but I have very fond memories of building those stories~<3

[safyresky]

Frostmas Year 4: Behind the Scenes

Prologue | Y1 | Y2 | Y3 | Y4 | Y5 | Y6 | Y7 | Y8 | Y9 | Y10 | Y11 | Y12

[To Read Frostmas: From the TOP on ao3 | ff dot net]

This'll be an interesting one to cover, given that I'm doing it while prepping for a cross-post which ultimately led to a full on rewrite 🤪🤪

So let's get into it! Year 4: Behind the Scenes, twenty twenty four edition >:)

Intro: OLD VERSION

My first thought that has me CACKLING I actually posted about IMMEDIATELY upon opening it for a reread lmao. An AN apologizing for a 7k word chapter lmao. I think these days that's a SMALL chapter by Dani standards!

It is now a whopping 12k. Pre second read through. Which is occurring as I edit this draft.

Here at safyresky industries, we are nothing but verbose✨

RIGHT SO. OLD VERSION

The old version is very fresh post-OG CS, tbh. Jacqueline mentions how she and B-Man became friends BECAUSE of this universe, right? Okay, well, they got on so well I was like "there's no WAY they've JUST become friends. They act like they've known each other forEVER"

So I changed that halfway through Frostmas, went back to edit a couple bits, and when I rewrote CS again, had it become more evident--especially with posting "When Bernard Met Jacqueline" halfway through this process, which was very much me just trying to figure out how friendship they are

The answer, it turns out, is yes. Very friendship

SO while cross-posting to ao3 we WILL be tweaking the "baby's first friend" thing

Can you believe when I initially created Jacqueline, she had no friends? fucking WILDIN. She's the friendliest bitch ALIVE. She gets along with the god damn BOOGEYMAN (in my head that is, lol, but given that I am fully referring to lmelodie's OC here, they obvi would be the boss there!)

(but Jacqueline in my head is like "I am making friends with this scraggily ass mother fucker)

ANYWAY.

Another old bit that I'm thinking of yeeting involves Jacqueline's comment on humans? It was a bit of foreshadowing for another story I was thinking of that'd've come after Into the Shadows, in which a chaotic entity of some sort manages to move ACTUAL LIVE HUMANS into Crystal Springs, the magical continent. BUT given that now it's not humans vs magical creatures but magibeans, magihumans, and ordibeings, this bit is super outdated and ALSO, given the collaborative nature round these parts, I...actually don't think I'll be WRITING this idea EVER, lmao

It was a Jack love interest story 100% but now I'm like "...nah" about it, lol

Tho the original idea of a human that knows of and teaches about magibeans moving to CS/finding themselves there is still very intriguing and gd funny

All the magibeans are perplexed. The Assembly is like "well,,,,it's not not allowed?? We never banned it? HOW did they even GET HERE"

So YEAH, there's your two interesting facts for the OLD INTRO

Intro: NEW VERSION

Blaise, Jacqueline, and Fiera have gnarly tempers. Jacqueline is ever so jealous they can literally explode things.

I have been heavily vibing the little brief peeks into when Jacqueline was asking Jack all about his take on Frostmas and I thought the one in Y3 would be the last one

But then I re-read the intro

And. Well. HERE WE ARE.

I actually really liked this one! It's been lots of fun picturing the Frostmas Asides part of Frostmas so far--hence the increase in these little blips and the Blinter aside I have in drafts that I will unleash. At some point. It takes place during Frostmas Y3, lol.

Idk I just really like examining how these mofos function, given the past and reformed villainy and such. WRITING IS FUN.

I may need to scrimbly this because it is the funniest fucking mental image I have given myself in a hot minute:

That had made him laugh, which was nice to see. I’d been grilling him for like, six days at this point—on the job, at home, as he was trying to enjoy a morning coffee in the silence of his condo, watching the lovely flurry outside when the little flurry herself barged in with more questions at eight in the goddess-damned morning.

I am absolutely WHEEZING about it, it's giving HOLY FROST MOM vibes lol

"You are the goddess's biggest idiot" another absolute banger of a line

BERNARD! :D. Idk why but I'm just really here for soft and no nonsense B-Man. I just LOVE writing him actually caring about the other elves it just. It SLAPS. It FEELS RIGHT. Yes he snaps sometimes and seems a lil' grumpy in tsc 1 (I mean, I would be too dealing with Scott), BUT HE IS A BIG OLD SOFTY IN MY BOOKS WHO LOVES THE ELVES AND LOVES HIS JOB AND SHOULD LEGALLY BE GIVEN A WEAPON AND ALLOWED TO DO A MURDER I THINK

ANYWAY. HOW DOES JACQUELINE DO BE KNOWING.

I have explanations for all of it in place, but those won't be revealed until Y12. SO, in the meantime, I had Jacqueline explain our logic so far in the LEAST spoilery way possible, and that is why this whole passage exists, lol.

Jacqueline hating on Santa Scott is 100% my bad, post-series

It is also me projecting! I am in the same camp as Jacqueline when it comes to "people who have wronged friends". My love language is VIOLENT THREAT aka, IT'S THE THREAT THAT COUNTS 💖

It was also my way of keeping Jacqueline's comment on ordibeings being in CS in without it coming off as like, anti-human propaganda or smth lol (see the foreshadowing an ex-story comment above!)

"And considering what happened to him [B-Man]…well, I think it's better that way."

So THAT was my first stab at foreshadowing what happens to B-Man in (checks calendar) Year Eight! I made them as vague as possible bc we don't know what happened to Bernard between tsc2 and tsc3--that is, we DIDN'T.

BUT I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THE SERIES IS CANON!

Anyway, I tried to make it as vague as possible on purpose bc I wanted to keep everyone guessing >:) and MAYBE make them think I killed off B-Man 🤭🤭🤭

GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT FOR YEAR 8 TO FIND OUT! ;D

Also. I should REALLY crosspost "When Bernard Met Jacqueline" like. STAT

Scene 1: MN's visit

I have SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS ONE. A lot on the subject of old vs new, tbh!

Right, so, in the OG. MN felt SO MEAN.

And I have this thing. this very particular thing about MN's character and characterization, specifically.

I get SO MAD when people make her SO MEAN FOR NO REASON. I have seen so many bad takes where she's just the worst, an absolute bitch, super rude and unfriendly and I'm like? Mother Nature? Mother Freakin Nature???

Like SURE OKAY. FUCK WEATHER. THAT SHIT SOMETIMES DOES NOT SLAP!! But come ON. She's Mother Nature! Yeah she's scary and THE literal force of nature, but why just that? Why shouldn't she be kind and caring? PLENTY OF MOMENTS IN THE MOVIES WHERE SHE APPEARED SHE WAS GENTLE AND SOFT SPOKEN. COME ON!

AH.

Needless to say. As I was prepping this for crosspoting, I reread MN asking Jacqueline to use her connection and went "SHE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY OR DO THAT"

She would RESPECT BOUNDARIES! AS WE ALL SHOULD!

And I've just come out of like 5 years worth of boundaries being trampled ALL OVER so I was very not here for it so, naturally, I changed that shit RIGHT UP. RIGHT UP. AH!

I thought it'd be hard to restructure Jacqueline's reaction, but it TURNS OUT after the YEAR I'VE HAD it was quite was and made sense for her to immediately jump the gun, as it were, and get herself all worked up bc I have been doing this for a solid year and a half at this point so. y'know. FELT.

Poor girl's been in Fight mode for a solid 4 years at this point! She's just trying to survive! It's no WONDER she explodes that easily

Jacqueline: I can't explode :(

Also Jacqueline: explodes ~✨emotionally✨~

I've also found, revisiting Frostmas post CS rewrite and MtF clean up and 10 years of development on the cast of characters here had me looking at how I characterized WINTER and going WELL THIS IS WRONG

So she's...not as sad and despondent and holding Jacqueline at arms length

Instead, she is doing her best to be there for Jacqueline while also not being overbearing bc she very much does NOT want a repeat of number 1 with number 2!! ah!

They're all trying not to step on each other's toes and they aren't even in the SAME ROOM

THE BELL THING! It's how I hc they call meetings! Slash how the CS versions do it :)

They all have a tiny little bell that works as an e-mail, lol. You pick it up, which activated it, give it your message/meeting deets, and then give it a little ring! It sends the message to the other bells, and the other Legendaries get it, and they meet up at the place of the person who called it--unless otherwise specified.

I imagine they have specific yearly meetings that take place on or around the same time, and the bells are used to update meetings or call emergency ones! :)

I've no idea where I got the idea from but it's giving Polar Express, isn't it? 🤔🤔🤔

I'm getting the sense I may have to make a list of aliases for Blaise a la the one I have for Jacqueline. So far we've got about 70 variations of the phrase "hottie hot hottie" courtesy of Winter, fiery dilf courtesy of my husbando, baby cleaner extraordinaire, and now, apparently carpet steamer, too!

I quite enjoy picturing the Frosts using their elemental proficiency for mundane things. Like starting fires (IN THE FIREPLACE/HEARTH!), Dishes. Cleaning carpets, apparently 🤣

"I've half a mind to lightning bolt the next person who brings it up" YES MN. MUCH BETTER. GO OFF! I wrote this then pictured EB becoming a giant poof ball and wheezed, so it stayed 😎

"And you should hear this too, mom" is deffs a reference to that meme lol. It's been in my head as of late :p. Pedro Pascal is an enjoyable human being tbh!

God. Having Jacqueline be allowed to swear in the narration was like. My BEST idea. FEELS GOOD. FEELS RIGHT. SHE'S A POTTY MOUTH. Probably the worst of her siblings. Yes, even Fiera!

Mmmmm well maybe not QUITE. I think Fiera comes close but Jacqueline takes the damn cake lol

Scene 2: "You Look Like Sleet, B-Man"

They both do tbh, lmao, who're you fooling, Jacqueline 😏😏

Have you guys ever read Just An Elf by Locrain-Mode over on fanfiction dot net? I strongly recommend you do. The BEST Bernard characterization I EVER did see exists in the series of oneshots and it is 100% how I inform my characterization of B-Man.

ESPECIALLY in Frostmas tbh!!

Crystal Springs FACT: Jacqueline dislikes puns. A lot. There is one (1) exception she'll make and I'll keep that close to my chest for a rainy day ;)

Anyway, focusing on the behind the scenes stuff now: Bernard calling Jacqueline "Jacquie" is 100% me inflicting pain on shittyelfwriter on purpose bc we're friends and i love her, lol

I ALSO love angst! And what, indeed, is up with Elle during Frostmas? where's she at?

We'll find out year 12 ;)

But you can see WHY it gave Jacqueline hope--for a brief moment she lived in a world where maybe Bernard remembered--which would make this whole situation like, wayyyyy smoother and easier to take care of for the both of them tbh!

So of course, we CAN'T have that!

Anyway I really love Jacqueline and B-Man's friendship. And they both deserve some floor time. And yes, I 100% meant to end this scene with Jacqueline giving these vibes:

huehuehuehuehue >:3

Scene 3: MEETING TIME

Oh, Council meetings. I'm sure they made the ribbing in the movie as a one off joke, espesh since it is. y'know. a very old person kinda joke, but I quite enjoy it!

Anyway, throwing Jacqueline into the Council Meeting gave me the utmost glee bc I got to dial up her frosty-ness, bordering her on Jack territory and given everything she'd JUST told Bernard, I was CACKLING as I put this blorbo through the ringer >:)

It does foreshadow how things go later what with her frosty attitude! ehehe >:)

I'm actually applauding myself as I reread/edit/tweak/rewrite. I really was laying it in for Year 10's big reveal, eh? >:D

"If Two-ie over here would just look into his mind..." <- A fun lil' nickname for Jacqueline given that she is the Second Jack Frost. Two-ie? Two-y? You get it lol

SUBLIME. Barbie movie is, apparently, still on the brain lol.

And Jacqueline is once again ruining furniture by way of losing control of powers slightly! I love when she does that >:)

AND JACK'S GRAND ENTRANCE! The bit about him moving the frost instead of Jacqueline is a new edition and I love it.

YEAH! MAKE EACH OTHER SUFFER! REMIND HIM AGAIN THAT HE CAN'T DO HIS USUAL SLEET, MWAHAHAHA

And VOILA! The Resort...BEGINS. Well, almost!!! I mean, in the movie Jack himself says he started out doing the job as is but found it to be too much work--and making a theme park like THAT? I think it'd take a little bit more time, especially with such a huge operations shift. so! Year Four the idea is revealed!

FRANCHISING. IDK WHY I DIDN'T THINK OF IT UNTIL NOW, TEN ISH YEARS LATER!!! Imagine an AU where they DID franchise and all of the Council Members now had their realms open as theme parks slash resorts?? like. WHAT would make them AGREE TO THAT

I feel like at this point my Frostmas mantra is "how can I make this WORSE"

"COOKIES are DELICIOUS!" Crystal Springs FACT: Jacqueline has a MAHOOSIVE sweet tooth. She's more partial to cakes and cupcakes, but a good cookie is a good cookie, y'know?

AND THEN SHE GETS KICKED OUT OF THE MEETING. ICONIC.

“You’ve got a kill count?” “Bernard, I was a pirate. But shenanigans aside, I’m a whole entire season. I’m sure that thousands of people have died from like, hypothermia or exposure during a storm I ushered in.” “Pretty sure that that’s not on you.” I pouted. “Well maybe I want to have a kill count!” “Oh, well, in that case, don’t let me ruin your fun.”

Please, they're so FUNNY. I think I added about 3k words to this chapter upon crossposting? And it was all added dialogue, like this

I am but the vessel. These fuckers stole the wheel a long, long time ago

"...and a whole lot of aggression to misplace" fun fact: this is 100% a Danny Phantom reference that has lived rent free in my head since I was TEN, PROBABLY. He's pissed about something then the box ghost is all BEWARE and Danny's like "😏😏 heLLO MISPLACED AGGRESSION!"

Idk why it stuck with me, but it did! We're not going to read into/psychoanalyze that! :D

AND BOOM, I HIT YOU WITH THE ENDING LINE!

I think it hit better before, but tbh it needed a bit of finagling given how the story has progressed since I originally wrote this chapter. I deffs think it plays into the bigger picture better like this! And tbh, that's good enough for me :3

Not as many memes or references to real world shit in this one. I guess I was having a chill time when I originally posted it? It was very fun to rewrite it! I've forgotten how fun it is to pit the cold front against one another in this timeline~

Enjoy the BTS! And enjoy the FRESHLY UPDATED Frostmas: Year Four here on ao3 and on ff dot net like, tomorrow ish! 💖

[nie-rants]

2nd October 2023

A captured thief's tale.

Hello lads lads and loes (loes???😕) Living whores (what the???) I mean it's okay to be a whore as long as you not deliberately maliciously messing with someone's lives Whore lives matter!! (...) Let the whores live!! (now dear what's this about, the rant I mean the reason you're here) Oh yeah,😄 well first things first today's moi's birthday.(yay✨ me✨🎉) one year older every 2nd October (congrats honey🎉) uhm, thanks 😳. Anywho onto greater things, my last rant turned into my sob story extinensial crisis as a struggling queer in a extremely homophobic, traditional, "modern minded" country and how will I never find love. (With myself and others) And big news I think your girl might be bisexual, your girl also told someone outside her head and miss author said news (I'm proud of you nie🙂) 😳 but brighter things as I say I don't even remember when the last post was out up so miss editor and I decided to put dates at the top of the posts (I'm the editor can't believe that didn't come up earlier, I'm sorry guys) You were busy it wasn't your fault so stop it. Besides you suggested it before and like you always say what's done is done, Kay?? (Mmmm) so anyway I decided to add my struggles as a stuggling queer in a struggling country as a bit of a common thing. It wasn't intentional at first but then I decided to just do it since all my drafts addressed the issue in one form or the other.

Today I was like coming back home like at 7:30-ish from work, strolling cause I'm broke and my money isn't for ise unless I'm dying and my headphones broke so... While we're walking there's a thief and people are chasing said thief into a busy street (very busy for those of y'all who don't know nie lives in a border town of the country) yeah so like there are plenty of trucks that move along that road like big heavy petroleum tanks. And that road's been known as a black spot (an area where accidents commonly occur) and so you've gotta be extremely careful anywhere in it's vicinity even the pedestrian path. Back to the thief this guy ran straight into that traffic in hopes of escaping those in his pursuit but when that didn't work out (his pursuers also ran into the traffic) he went back to the pedestrian path but he was eventually caught. And as with all thieves caught here (as in her, nie's country) the norm is for the application of job justice. Mob Justice is common here in my country and most prefer it for someone caught red handed. Typically thieves were restrained and put through a tyre, poured on petrol and burnt alive. Yep you're hearing it right burnt alive, for stealing which is bad because the cause of this punishment (like that thing you were caught stealing) is often unknown to even your executors once you've been deemed a thief you have no chance of defense you can try to run to the police for help which is unlikely since (you're probably not Hussein Bolt) yeah it's like these people unleash their inner flash to get you, it's probably the end for you no matter your age (it's a pretty savage country no matter the pretty and pathetic picture it presents) but a few years back this had stopped. The mob justice executions had been getting out of hand so the heavy military hand had been applied. And in this instance today I assumed they would just grab the dude rough him up alittle and take him to the station which happened to be few blocks away. That's... not what happened, these guys didn't rough him up a little they started hitting him with the intention to KILL as I saw it at least. I voiced this out to my companions I was walking home withand they pretty much confirm that's the intention, one of the people mostly the crowd that had been assaulting the thief had been men, young and middle aged alike with the older ones unable to participate urging them on. To hit harder like what??? So like we keep moving cause the crowds started getting more hostile and no one wants to get caught in the crossfire but long story short this is fucked up.

This rant is so long so there will obviously be a part two to talk more by the subject because I'm definitely not done

Editors note: (Also forgive any of my mistakes my exams are around the corner so I'm kind of in a study break while I'm editing this)

To be continued... It's 10:47pm I'm tired I'll post part two soon bye. (Goodnight form miss editor)

[luigra]

eurghhhhh ughehrhhgeghegrgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[sky-scribbles]

I'm a simple soul. I see "Dark star fic" I ask about "dark star fic" :eyes:

Happily! Thank you to @talesofsymphoniac and @quinn-of-aebradore for this one!

This was a fic idea I drafted in between stages of the Lucien fight, when the realisation of just how bad Essek being charmed could have been really hit home for me. The premise: with Lucien defeated, Essek takes some time alone in a now-quiet Cognouza to reflect on how he could have killed his friends, and Yasha - who has some experience with this kind of thing - seeks him out to reassure him.

The events of the next episode kinda distracted me from finishing this one, but here's a snippet!

‘There is a spell,’ he says. ‘I think the translation into Common would be Dark Star. There is a theory about stars, about… something that occurs when the greatest of them die. All the light disappears, and they become an emptiness. A void. A ravenous hole in the fabric of matter, drawing everything it can reach into its clutches with inexorable gravity.’

On any other occasion, he might speak these words with awe. With relish, even, knowing that it is within his means to manipulate even the smallest echo of such power. Now, though, the words taste bitter.

‘The Dark Star spell emulates that… collapse. It conjures a void. A crushing darkness. It is among the most powerful spells currently within my capabilities.’

Yasha dips her head. ‘Is that the spell that you were –’ She waves her hands in circles around each other, miming something loosely resembling the somatic components of a spell. She adds a small ‘whoosh’ noise, and looks at Essek with one eyebrow raised.

Despite everything, he smiles. ‘It was indeed the spell that I as about to –’ he mimics her hand motions – ‘unleash upon you all, before Caleb woke me up.’

‘Well, that wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, it would have been very bad, it might have maybe killed some of us, but Jester and Caduceus can fix that sort of thing, so –’

‘No.’ The word feels like a confession. ‘A Dark Star is the death of matter. If any of you had been wounded too heavily by it… you would have been reduced to dust.’

‘Oh. Okay, yeah. That’s pretty bad.’

There’s a silence. Essek, still hovering cross-legged, bunches his fingers into the hem of his coat. ‘All that time I spent, hoping to show you that I would not make you regret the trust you all put in me. And your choice to bring me here could so easily have been the death of you.’

Tysm for asking! <3

[separatist-apologist]

acotar men as star wars characters?

Okay I'm peeking at my inbox. If you sent me something fun/nice, just know not everyone did and I am avoiding it because it is a MESS. So I'm wading through right now, Star Wars always feels safe to me.

Instead of like, characters, what about like, what KIND of characters?

Starting off strong-

Rhysand- Utter Sith filth. I'm sorry to the Rhys stans out there but this man is SWIMMING in darkness. Also, and you can't tell me I'm wrong, but a fic where Dark Sith Rhys slowly corrupts light Jedi Feyre is immaculate, a god tier idea and if someone writes it, you better tag me in it

Cassian- Resistance General ride or die baby. Means justify the ends and definitely ground forces 100%. He's looking at the pilots with narrowed eyes, like, put a blaster in this mans hand (Or a vibro sword hnnng) and unleash him.

Azriel- Sorry babes. Stop thinking with your pussy. He's too comfortable with genocide if he's been personally wronged and for that, he's an Inquisitor. Yeah he started as a Jedi but Azriel is corruptible. The Jedi were weak, they FAILED him. They deserve to be hunted mercilessly through the galaxy and Azriel loves doing it. This man is also washed in blood and darkness.

Eris- Politician from a core world. Bathed in money, doesn't care about the outer rim or their problems. Definitely using his political office to further his own goals. Sides with whoever is in power, very adaptable.

Lucien- Resistance pilot. Brash, impulsive, and likes to cause problems, Lucien is the first to ask permission to blow something up. Also prefers a blaster, not much for hand to hand combat. Prefers range, distance, and a well fitting vest.

Feyre- Sweet bean Jedi slowly corrupted over time. Tired of war, of the endless fighting, of how nothing ever seems to be resolved. Personal tragedy x 1000. Leaves the order, breaking their heart. Find out later she's teamed up with Rhysand. Everyone is v nervous about it.

Nesta- THE resistance General. Badass x 100000. No one can tell her anything. BRAIDS ON BRAIDS ON BRAIDS. Immaculate without trying. Ice Queen but everyone respects the fuck out of her. Put Cassian on his knees and left him there without a look back. Isn't impressed with all these pretty flyboys.

Elain- politician but dedicated to her people. Fashion sense is ELITE, no one can touch her wardrobe. Knows the power of a careful turn of phrase, of one well timed word. Drafts legislation in her sleep, is very good at getting the support of those who should be her political nemesis. Occasionally likes to talk shit with Eris in the nosebleeds. What the fuck is Palpatine wearing today?

Tamlin- nerf herder. Is he scruffy? Yes. Is there sand in his boots? 100%. Is he free? Yes.

Emerie- Unshakable Jedi Master. Sits on the council with Yoda, eyebrow game unmatched. Always know when you've annoyed her. Hasn't taken an apprentice in years, everyone wants her attention. Cool white lightsaber.

Gwyn- Nightsister dedicated to her home. Keeper of their magick + the sacred knowledge of their people. Bathed in darkness because that's her home and not necessarily because she's evil. Dathomir just be like that. Pet spider, she can make anything sweet.

[whitestaghere]

Don't be late - Levi x reader

Hey!! So I had this in my drafts for a while and finally decided I'd continue with it.. Happy reading❤️

Warnings :- none xd.

Y/n's pov

Waking upto the sound of my alarm I groaned; mindlessly patting the air to turn it off. Stretching my arms and legs, with eyes half closed I looked back at my clock. Still trying to adjust to the lighting, my eyes widened when the display cleared up.

7.54 a.m

Screaming I jumped off my bed.

Now.. imagine a human, spinning like a hurricane and circling a room? Yeah that's an actual representation of what I looked right now.

Normally, I'd not wake up this late. But today.. today was different. Let's just say I had a long night talking with my best friend, which ended up with me sleeping in really late and well here I am now. Besides who could reject a call from their best friend am I right?

Dashing out of my house (reader locked the doors, yes she did) I shot down the streets. Thanking the heavens that I was able to run this fast; then again, that also had it's downsides. I managed to avoid running face first into a lamppost but in the midst of dodging that, I ran into something else.

Huh.. not that hard for a lamppost..

Stumbling backwards and losing my balance, I met with the cold ground. I groaned as I thought of how my day could get any worse.

"Tch. Watch we're your going," a male voice spoke.

Standing up slowly I dusted my clothes mumbling a string of apologies, "I'm sorry I was running late an-"

My breath hitched as I locked eyes with the man in front of me; steel gray orbs glaring daggers at me. He was clad in a black suit, jet black hair slightly toussled and he wore a crav- wait-

That's when I noticed how I was a few inches taller than him. It took every ounce of energy within me to hold back my laughter; no height idealogies but with that stoic expression and this height, he looked absolutely adorable.

I was broken out of my thoughts when he scoffed; I had been staring.

I shifted uncomfortably as he continued to keep his piercing gaze on me.

"Are you going to move?" voice laced with annoyance.

I raised an eyebrow at his words, what does he mean? He had all the time and space to-

"You're blocking the door," I turned around and realised that I was indeed blocking his way.

"S-sorry," I mumbled shuffling to the side.

His expression remained stoic as ever even as he got ready to walk away but he stopped abruptly. I watched as he bent down and picked something.

"You dropped this," he turned around holding out a book. I gasped recognising the cover, "oh my- thank you."

"Don't mention it brat," I reached out to take the book from him all the whole giving him a look of disbelief.

"Hey you can't call me that.. and yes I should mention it, because my friend would have thrown a tantrum had I lost her book," suddenly realisation struck me and my eyes nearly fell out their sockets.

WHAT WAS I DOING?! I was wasting time, that's what I was doing!!

So I ran, without a word I turned around and ran, leaving behind a very confused man.

Levi's pov

Next thing I know, she ran.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but decided to brush it off; only then did I notice the book in my hands.

Tch that brat, how could she be so forgetful?

Sighing I contemplated going after her or hoping that I'd see her sometime later so I could return it. I went with the second seeing that she was already long gone.

*time skip brought to you by the fidget spinnerrrrr*

There I was in the local tea shop sipping on my usual cup of tea.

What I loved about this place was how calming it was, not too crowded, the fresh smell of tea and coffee filling the air, making me feel at ease, but not today. Today was different.

My gaze kept shifting between the book I was reading and the book that belonged to the girl from before.

I had gone with the second option of hoping I'd see her again or that I'd find any details in the book, but to my luck I found nothing of the sort.

How was I supposed to return this thing? I can't just leave it can I?

I sighed running a hand through my hair, "shit."

The sound of the little bell filled through the air signaling either someone's entrance or departure. Not wanting to look I kept my eyes locked on my book.

Suddenly there was a voice, an all too familiar one which broke me out of my own world. I glanced up from my book and caught sight of a very familiar face.

Hanje.

By her side stood two other girls, engaging in a conversation with her. The bell filled the air again, and in came a girl with (h/c) locks.

My eyes widened, was that her?

I hadn't seen her face yet but sure enough it had to be her, she had the same hair length and wore the same attire from before.

Once again I debated with myself, should I just go upto her and give her it? Maybe I should just wait till she sees me..

She turned around and sat a few tables away from me, still she hadn't noticed. Her two friends and Hanje had disappeared off to somewhere.

This is my chance

Y/n's pov

I couldn't help but sigh in frustration, how could I have been so forgetful? He literally held the book in front of me and I left without it.

My mind was mangled with the same image of him holding out the book to me repeating over and over. Then it stopped, it stopped right on his face and I felt the heat rush up to my cheeks.

What was I thinking? I mean he's a complete stranger, who also not to mention, called me a brat, I shouldn't be so flustered. As if on cue, the book came back into my mind and I rolled my eyes at my own forgetfulness.

It was right there.

I kept my gaze locked on the table, too stuck in my own self-pity to notice the person that stood right in front of me. Then there was a book pushed into my line of sight.

Great, now you're hallucinating y/n.

There was a clear of throat and I snapped my head up. Wait I wasn't imagining it-

For the second time that day, I locked eyes with him.

"You forgot this."

I stood up immediately causing the chair to scrape against the floor. The man visibly cringed at the sound and I began to stammer upon my words.

"Y-YOU! My b-book! How? How did you- no no wait- thank you so much!"

Placing the book on the table I turned to him and took his hands in mine, "you're a life saver I tell you!!"

He only stood there in shock; although I wasn't sure if I was seeing things, his cheeks were tinted a faint pink.

"Don't mention it," with that he returned to his stoic expression.

The air around us was beginning to get awkward with none of us moving or saying a word.

Finally deciding to break the silence I cleared my throat, "I-I'm y/n.. what's your name?"

"Levi."

I coughed awkwardly at his blunt reply, the sound of my heart thumping suddenly filling my ears.

"We're back! Y/n-" relief washed over me at the return of my friends but that relief disappeared just as fast as it came.

They stood there eyes wide and mouths agape.

I felt a tug at my hands and that's when I noticed how I still had Levi's hands intertwined with mine. Gasping I slipped my hands out of his and moved away slowly.

"Y/n? You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend.." I widened my eyes at this and waved my hands frantically in their awe struck faces, "what noo!! He-he's just-"

What was I supposed to call him? We just met, so I couldn't call him a friend. At my loss of words my friends smirked mischievously.

Then a loud voice boomed through the shop causing a few heads to turn in our direction, "LEVI?!!!! SHORTY IS THAT REALLY YOU?!"

Hanje knew him?

Levi scoffed at her in response.

"Oh my gosh! Well isn't this a big coincidence, are you really dating little y/n here? Why didn't you tell meeee?!" she poked Levi's cheeks repeatedly.

"Tch, keep it down four eyes and no, we're just friends," Levi grunted swatting her hands away. I choked on my own spit and glanced at him immediately.

He gave me a look and I instantly nodded my head in agreement, "yeah, we're friends.." I tried to bite back the smile that crawled up my face at his words.

My friends shrugged and made their way back to sit down. Meanwhile, Hanje nudged at me curious to know why I hadn't told her I knew Levi.

"Well you see-"

"We met today," Levi cut me off.

Hanje let out a hearty laugh and patted my back, "well isn't that nice! Now y/n, shorty here can be a little bit of a grumpy man sometimes so I must warn you, but overall he's an absolute bab-"

"Oi that's more than enough four eyes," Levi hissed and Hanje laughed in reply.

She moved her glasses to a side to wipe away her fake tears and continued, "but y/n here is an angel, so shorty you better not treat her wrong or I don't think I would even need to come when she unleashes her inner bea-"

"HANJE," I whined tugging at her arm in attempt to stop her. She grinned in response and pinched my cheeks, "well I'm going to go make our orders okay? I'll see you later Shorty!" with that she ran off to the counter.

"Thank you for that Levi," I smiled to which he only replied with a grunt.

"You thanked me enough for today brat."

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, "I told you not to call me that."

"Tch," with that he walked back to his table not sparing a second glance.

Levi's pov

Snap out of it Levi, you've done your job now read in peace.

I stared at my book finding myself reading the same sentence over and over. Glancing up from my book a little I'm met with the not so subtle looks of y/n's friends.

Why were they looking at me like that? I noticed how Hanje had a smug grin on her face and I rolled my eyes.

What was she smiling about?

My gaze shifted towards y/n who was listening intently to one of the girls. Suddenly the room felt too hot to my liking and I reached for my cravat, loosening it a bit. My breathing increased a little as her (e/c) eyes met mine.

She gave me a warm smile to which I felt my gaze automatically begin to soften.

What's wrong with me? Snap out of it Levi.

Soon enough I heard them get up.

Don't look.

But I couldn't help it.

Eyeing them as subtly as possible I realised they were going to leave as they picked their things up. I tore my gaze off and returned back to my book with a sigh.

Y/n's pov

"Say do you like Levi?"

I choked on nothing but air, "Hanje! What? Noo! I just met him and that would just be wierd-"

"Oh so you're saying you'd like him in time?"

"No wait what? I mean I-" I couldn't find the words to reply to her and seeing this she took the opportunity to give me a proud smile.

"Guys, we should leave.." Riley spoke up as she looked out the window.

"What why?" Hanje frowned.

"It's going to rain and it's a little bit of a walk back to y/n's place right?"

I hummed in agreement seeing as the sky was getting gloomy by the second. Everyone got up and gathered their things and headed for the door.

I stood up last and just as I was about to leave I heard a voice call out for me.

"Oi, are you really going to leave it again?" I saw Levi walking upto me.

"Huh? Leave what?"

He pointed at the table and I noticed a book on it, but not the same one. This one belonged to Hange.

"Oh that's Hanje's she must have forgotten it," I reached out for the book and simultaneously, he did the same.

I pulled my hand away as soon as it landed on his, but he swiftly took my hand in his. With the other he rummaged through his pocket and stuffed a piece of paper in my hand.

"What's this?"

"See for yourself."

I unfolded the paper slowly and when I did, I swear my heart skipped a beat. I tried my best to swallow the lump in my throat, and force some words out.

"W-what is this?"

"Tch. What do you think?"

"I-"

"You what?"

"I-yes.."

For the first time that day, I saw the corner of his lips curl into a small smile. It was a smile that lasted only for a few seconds alright, but it was enough to make my heart flutter.

"I'll see you later brat.." he walked past me towards the counter but not before calling out for me once more.

"Oh and y/n?" he looked at me over his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Don't be late," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

I shook my head with a quiet laugh glancing down at the paper in my hands;

Tomorrow noon, here. For tea? - Levi

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Hope you all enjoyed❤️ stay safe and keep smiling..

Ps :- I can't wait for Season 4 part 2!!! 😭❤️ So excited to see all of them again, though we really are in for a lot🥺💕

⚔️Shinzou wo sasageyo⚔️

[lewalrus]

Oh my god. Friend. Confidante. Partner to share deadsam insanity with. The first draft is done. 92k words in total. 123 pages in word. I'm finally done. Now I just have to edit it, prune it, add the finishing touches, and unleash it onto the world. Thank you for being on this journey with me. I still can't believe that I finished it, holy shit 😭 /🐈‍⬛

YEEEEEESSSS!

Thank you for the great news! I can understand the anxiety to show our artwork to the world and I'm very glad you got it done! I'm so proud of you, can't wait to read it <3

Also, let me ask you something, would it be okay if I eventually draw some fanarts for your fanfic? Like drawing my favorite scenes, always crediting your work. I'm not promising anything because, you know, wanting to do something is different from being able to, but I would like to try. I haven't read it of course, but I trust in your creativity with them and I know there's going to be a lot of moments that are going to stick with me suahskahsau

[softspaceboibrian]

Golden Slumber (Ben Hardy)

Ben Hardy x reader

Summary: ever since after seeing a beautiful girl, Ben goes to this small café, at the same time, every single day. He never had the courage to talk to her, but one day, things change.

A/N: I had this saved in my drafts for so long I almost forgot about it. I don't think it's great, but the idea behind it is pretty cute.

Warnings: mentions of blindness (I do not know much about it, I tried to make it as real as possible), except for that nothing, just pure fluff

She sat there every day. The same table for two, right next the window, drinking a warm cup of coffee, listening to music, with her dog laying right there, at her feet. And every single day, Ben would walk inside the café and smile, noticing she was there already.

He had found himself staring at her more than once. She had something different, she was different, and he didn't need to talk to her to know it. It was the gentle way she would smile to the waitress, the way her fingers would brush through her dog's fur, the way she let her hair fall in front of her face, as if it didn't bother her. It was the sound of her laugh echoing into the small café whenever the waitress told her something funny. And deep down he wished he was the one to cause that laugh, but he never built up the courage to go and talk to her, introduce himself. Why? He had nothing to lose. He knew he was handsome, he was usually pretty confident when it came to women. Then why? It was probably because she wasn't like other girls, but he still couldn't put his finger on why she was different.

The first time he talked with her it was on a grayed-out Monday, it was later than usual and he had the feeling he had missed her, that she had already left. He raced down the street, only the hood of his sweater to protect his hair from the gentle rain. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going, his head filled with thoughts. He turned around a corner and, to his surprise, he bumped into someone.

"Oh, fuck! Sorry!" he immediately started apologising, helping the woman to get up, not realising until it was too late who she was.

"Don't worry, it's probably my fault" she said, her eyes low on the ground, while she touched her pockets, as if to check everything was there. "Freyja, the wallet" she said and right afterwards, the dog was standing between them, pressing the wallet into her hand.

He looked at the girl, studying her, wishing she wasn't wearing sunglasses, so that he could look her in the eyes. His eyes were set on her and he couldn't really understand what was going on. She was there, the girl he wanted to talk to for months was standing right there, in front of him, and he still couldn't bring himself to say something, anything.

"I'm sorry again for this little accident. Thanks for the help." She said, smiling, before starting to walk away.

"Wait!" He turned around, calling for her, surpring both himself and the girl, given the expression she had on her face when she turned around. "Let me buy you a cup of coffee, or lunch. It was definitely my fault and I'd like to make up for it"

The girl simply nodded, taking a step towards the voice, a gentle smile on her lips. "Can you please help me? It's getting slippery because of the rain and Freyja is definitely distracted today" She giggled, reaching out for his arm or anything she could hold onto.

That's when it hit him. She was blind.

He said a soft "yes", realising a nod would have been pointless with her, letting her hold onto his arm and walking her to their café.

"Hope you're not going to think I'm a stalker or something" he said after spending the first 15 minutes of sitting down at her table on introducing each other and starting to get to know the other. "I come here at the same time everyday, and... well, I've been meaning to talk to you for quite a while now. You always look so... beautiful"

She felt her cheeks get warmer at the comment, her hands immediately reaching for her own face. She was blushing. Her cheeks were coloured with a soft tint of pink, a strand of hair fell in front of her face, and his hand immediately reached for it, moving it out or the way, tucking it behind her ear, his digits brushing lightly her soft skin. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry... and thank you"

The rest of the day was spent in that bar, talking about everything, eating chips and drinking coffee. She told him about her condition, how she became blind; she told him how she got over the depression that took hold of her life after everything happened and he was fascinated by the way she spoke about it, the way she talked about her discovering new passions, new things to do, new hobbies, how she adapted to this new life. But most of all he couldn't help but smile when she started talking about how everything got better for her when Freyj, her dog, got into her life. He told her about Frankie, his own dog, and how important she was for him. When she smiled, saying that Frankie and Freyja should definitely meet, he felt his heart melt.

It was around mid afternoon when they finally headed out of that café to take a stroll in the nearby park. Luckily, it had stopped raining. "What time is it?" she asked, taking Ben's arm and walking side by side with him, while Freyja walked right before them, unleashed outside for the first time in so long.

"Do you have anything to do?" Ben was worried she was going to leave soon.

"No, I was just wondering, since it's getting a little chilly" she smiled, leaning closer to the boy who immediately stopped walking. "Is everything okay?" Next thing she knew, she felt something warm on her shoulders. It took her a few moments to realise in was actually the man's jacket.

"It's almost sunset" he replied, letting her grab his arm, before starting to walk again. "Do you remember what sunsets look like?" His was a genuine question, raised from curiousness.

"Not really. I remember I used to love them; my parents would take me to the countryside on the weekends when i was little and we would sit on the porch of our house just admiring the sky."

It was probably the melancholic feeling in the way she talked about that memory that led him to stop by a bench and help her sit down, Freyja by their feet. "I'll tell you what it looks like" He smiled, instinctively taking her hand in his. "The sky isn't totally clear, but definitely better than before. It's a bit clearer, but the clouds are actually good for the view. The sun is no longer visible from here, it's gone down behind some trees in the distance. The sunlight hits the clouds in the most magical way." He turned towards her, her soft smile had something in it that felt like sadness. It was in that moment that it all hit him: it was pointless to describe the image to her, talking about the colours and shades. He had to compare it to something closer to her, more familiar. "If it was a song, it would definitely be Golden Slumber by The Beatles. You know, both soft and a bit aggressive, but for sure something I would spend hours staring at"

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, smiling sincerely at the way Ben tried to make her feel comfortable. His thumb gently traced circles on the back of her hand, while he laid his head on top of hers, his eyes closed, not caring about anything but her.

Half an hour later he was walking her back home, telling her about how nice it was to spend time with her, repeating over and over again how beautiful she was, holding her hand instead of her arm. When they arrived in front of her door, he sighed, coming to an alt. "Today was lovely, thank you" she smiled turning towards him, without exactly facing him. "I hadn't spent such a nice day with someone in so long."

"Do you think we could... I mean, would you like to..." he was glad she couldn't see the redness that raised to his cheeks.

"Tomorrow, you know where to find me" she said, her hand sliding up his arm, until she found his neck. She placed her hand behind his head, gently pulling him down, helping herself with the other hand to find his lips. At first the blonde couldn't really understand what she was trying to do but soon enough it started to make sense. When she could feel him close enough, she leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Feeling his hands pressed against the small of her back, bringing her even closer, made her smile in the kiss.

"I'll bring Frankie, so Freyja can meet her" he whispered when they parted, bodies still close.

"She will love that"