#okay now that this worm is out of my brain
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#lovebrush chronicles#for all time#little painter#cael anselm#img#I thought it would be funny to make an incredibly dramatic panel of MC pouring dish soap into the washing machine#I still don't know how I feel about the result but it's done and I'm kicking it out of the oven#I'm moving on!!! I'm going to draw everything else I want!!! đ„ł#I was going to draw more long way ahead but hilariously enough my brain calmed down after the last post#a long winter night is gently soothing me now that I'm like okay those can wait#could not stop grinning reading lars' and clarence's stories...worm#meanwhile (alkaid voice) I can handle pain âșïž
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more octavinelle thoughts (albeit more floyd-focused) but!!! a concept in which you are an idol and the twins are your bodyguards and azul is your very scummy, sleazy manager who would do virtually anything so long as his star angelfish can shine brighter than the other idols and their agencies. though the idol industry is cutthroat and stressful, thanks to azulâs quick wit, the leech twinsâ connections, and lots of smart investments you manage to gain success relatively quickly. thatâs the entire point, after all, and yet even with your success in recent years there are ominous shadows that stretch far and wide.Â
floyd dwells in these shadows, always teetering between being happy for your newfound success and loathing the fact that youâre so popular and busy now. even though he follows you everywhere (he and jade are bound to you via contract, but floyd could care less about the legal bond between the both of you), itâs always for business. heâs forced to keep within certain boundaries so as to not cause legal trouble, personal trouble, and just overall trouble for the fans and you. there are times heâs thought of wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him after it became an irritating chore to watch you pose for pictures or sign various things when fans would recognize and approach you. he wants to prove something by doing this, but heâs not sure what. prove that youâre untouchable to the general publicâthat only he can lay a finger on you? prove that you are no oneâs idol? prove that you belong to him?Â
floyd hates this feeling. itâs as if heâs wrapped in fishing netting and thereâs no escaping no matter how much he bites and claws. the more he thrashes, the more it winds itself around him, constrictive and painful. it hurts to see you shine so brightly while knowing fully well he canât truly have you. youâre meant to put on an act to prove to everyone that you are accessible and loyal only to the arts. therefore no romance for you. even your personal and work relationships are difficult to navigate because no matter who youâre associated with fans will get envious, or theyâll make rash judgements.Â
floydâs thought about yanking you up to his height to kiss you square on the mouth while out in public with you. heâs thought about taking you in the recording studio so theyâll have recordings of your voice as it wavers with moans and sobs, and for the right price azul can sell it to tabloid journalists and theyâll release it and the whole world will hear their slutty idol getting fucked by a faceless, mysterious bodyguard. then youâd truly be his because no one would want you.Â
heâs thought about keeping his hand planted firmly on your hip when at social gatherings or clinging to you like a luxury handbag. jade often advises against it. as physical as floyd would love to be, he has to follow the rules. floyd hates the rules because he never knows what half of them are or what they entail. heâll get away with fleeting touches when he can, masking them with the excuse of his job. if a fan attempts to get too handsy with you, he gets to put his hands on your shoulders and steer you away while jade politely advises them of the rules.Â
floyd spends so long trapped in this troublesome stage of pining from afar, never to surpass any boundaries, always remaining as your bodyguard, that he begins to wonder if anything will ever change. he wants to get married; you canât. he wants to settle down and start a family; you canât. he wants to publicize his love; you canât. there are so many things you canât do and itâs so annoying. floyd tries to tell azul that itâs not fairâthat you ought to be given more freedoms (âfuck the fans,â he often says)âbut he may as well be a petulant child whining over impossible, unsolvable problems. this may be a reality to everyone else, but it isnât the reality he wants. the reality he wants lies in unrealityâin the far corners of his mind, each one a sugared fantasy he often considers when he needs material to get off to. thoughts of you in your pretty, frilly, elaborate idol outfits, each one shredded to pieces to get to warm skin beneath (heâll buy you a dozen replacement outfits if it means youâll let him fuck you; hell, heâll spoil you rotten just so you continue to allow him to stand by your side as your most loyal bodyguard), have him falling over the edge into orgasmic bliss. god, youâre so perfect. so sweet. so soft. so deliciously noisy when youâre practically howling beneath him when he fucks you so hard the bed shudders (and the dreams always fall apart right when heâs about to tell you he loves you in the aftermath). fuck. he wants you all to himself.Â
at some point, as his love twists into something unfathomably crooked, he gets it in his mind to knock you up. itâs the perfect solution! secret relationships, publicized romance, and rules be damned; a pregnancy would unravel the carefully crafted spool of thread azul has spent so long spinning to perfection. you really would be his then because it would be undeniable proof. and when your belly is so taut and round with his child, even with azulâs silver tongue, it will be impossible to explain away. and everyone would know. everyone would know you belong to him. your picture-perfect, successful world will cave in on itself, fold itself away into a packet of misery, and from the tendrils of bad, terrible, hateful things floyd will pull you freeâright into his arms where youâre meant to be.
today you smiled at him, brought him a snack to thank him for his hard work, and tomorrow heâll return the favor when he slips something into your drink so youâll fall into your own little fantasy.
the idol industry is cutthroat, but then so is floyd.
#meraki mumbles#yandere twst#tw: baby trapping#tw: pregnancy mention#n/sfw#tw: drugging#okay now that this worm is out of my brain#it is back to discord mod scara and then onto creepy jade <3
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noachi!!!!!!!!
#ok noachi is still alive guys dw i just needed. to figure things out w drawing dragonborn#ive kind of neglected playing him bc i have too many worms in my brain (gith) and (dai)#now that im practicing i was like 'okay well i want noachi to be fat'#so now he's fat#his lil dumb face#i have another dragonborn thought. maybe depends on if i can translate the design in my brain to my canvas#BUT NOACHI!!!!!!#my art#bg3#oc: noachi#i was too lazy to draw clothes other then undies so he's just chilling in his jamas yknow
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so has anyone figured out WHY there is the Need To Share our Artworksâą or is it just the vibes and our Soul apparently
#ive been running on âtwo cakes. u aren't BOTHERING people by putting art on their feed they can scroll past it/if they dont they get âcakeââ#and we love âcakeâ#âcakeâ is picture on the internet in this case#like okay the contracts and transaction format is a me problem!! i need to get rid of the âutilitarian brain wormsâ bc they're boring#this is supposed to be a hobby and the âget a good grade in hobbyâ wolf in the brain is just crying bc that's how they understand the world#the âget a good grade in xâ wolf has valid pain but needs to stop controlling my life because they don't need to earn âenough value to liveâ#ect ect ect#and the life of minmaxxed utility is a life of trying to appeal to a âcorrectâ that doesn't exist yaddi yadda = boring#i love you wolf. also shut up. affectionate. concerned. you get it#ok so we remove tangible purpose from act of experience art because THAT'S not âthe pointâ#because âthe pointâ is the joy killer eccetera ecc#but then what? âhere check out this labor of love. i drew this fucker 15 times. no there's no story* there it's just a guyâ#*story in this case being an emotional engagement/a situation/a context in which to ponder/other#so it's just a Draw. no further analysis. what do others Get from that?#i know i deeply enjoy art because im a fan of the process of People Making Stuff. i love when there was nothing but now there's something!!!#THAT'S what's it all about!!!!!!!!!!!!!! to me!!!! right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#so it stands to reason that creation is purpose enough?? to be experienced???? to be known????????#idk!!#this is a nothing burger of a thought people have always liked picture on the internet stfu maiora there doesn't need to be a reason#this is just the brainworms talking!!! because god forbid âsomething not have a purposeâ??? blegh!!!!!!!!#sounds like unhealthy rationalizing instead of letting things be out of The Fearâą!!sounds like depraving urself from joy bc of BRAINWORMS!!!#so like!!!!! picture on the internet doesn't NEED inherent value. creation is enough!! (plus there's the Attachment to Character. also.)#but then why are YOU *points at you* here? gen q!!#i made an image you like and now you are reading my word babble in some tags!!! what's THAT all about???????????#it's INTERESTING!! do you see what im trying to get at??#is it empathy??? person made something other saw something other made- other2other connection???? intrigue????????#.......all this is probably explained in some book or yt essay somewhere. oh well.#in the meantime thank you for your time! we can pretend we were stuck in an elevator together and then i started rambling#i hope you have a great rest of your day thanks for stopping by!! <3#maiora garrulates
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"Is it the smell of power in the room? I think this will never shift from me to you. My spot is taken, try different view." - Distressor by Gothic Tropic
For @polyamships polyshipday #31 "De-stress" (And a teeny tiny fic to go with it if it so Interests you)
#bbc merlin#polyamshippingday#merlinedit#sir lancelot#sir gwaine#morgana pendragon#morgwaincelot#viruscreates#edit#also thank you to grem for helping me figure out the ship name in my moment of being confused by the merlin fandon system of ship naming đ#okay i see your morgana/lancelot and morgana/gwaine and lancelot/gwaine but let me raise you one#you've heard of mergwaincelot but have you heard of morgwaincelot#one is super fluffy and the other is well... quite the opposite but i think thats the appeal#long story short i have brain worms from this#poly ships#rarepair#power imbalance#manhandling#non consensual touching#i know other stuff may apply but thats all i can think of as of right now
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My roommate and I had a conversation last night and I keep rotating it in my brain and I Donât Like It
#blue chatter#they called me a resilient person. and no the fuck I am not. I break down so easily over everything and my body is falling apart on me.#I scream in terror when someone knocks on the door too hard the fuck you mean Iâm good at handling adversity#I pointed out that I freak out whenever my grade gets low even a little bit#and they were just sitting there like âyeah. and then you pick yourself up again and you do the work.â#and no? not always? oftentimes I give up and donât try hard enough to fix it and let points go that I could have earned#I barely ever go for extra credit opportunities and Iâve never gone to office hours of my own free will#I canât even think about talking to a professor about a bad grade without wanting to cry? hello?#but they were insistent that even with those things I am still managing Incredibly Well in class given the circumstances. which made me#uncomfortable. like. I donât think of myself as resilient At All and I feel a bit like Iâm lying or tricking them.#I start shaking like a chihuahua when people are upset and Iâm In The Vicinity. even when theyâre clearly not upset with me.#I really struggle to advocate for myself ever and even when I do I usually feel guilty and walk it back partway so I donât cause a fight#and I always get way too emotional for the situation when someone has anything theyâre upset with me for. which isnât fair to them bc I need#to be able to take constructive criticism without taking it as a personal attack on me.#like what the fuck do you mean *resilient*. I canât even handle seeing a bug flying near my face or getting a B in a class. or being told#that I did something wrong. Iâm actually significantly worse at handling adversity than I used to be. high school me was a resilientish kid.#and itâs not like I was ever *good* at handling my emotions. even when it was essential for my safety. Iâve always cried way too easily#even when it actively made the situation I was in Much Worse. even when I knew better.#I would get angry and scared and sad and start shaking and crying and even screaming at my parents when they were mad at me even though#I knew that it would always make my life much worse. and extend an already beleaguered argument.#I brought this up with my therapist and she was like âwell. anybody would have done that if they were treated like you wereâ.#which. okay. maybe so. I still feel like I should have been able to handle it and just shut up and move on and not make it worse.#but I am aware that this is probably a cognitive distortion. even so. that definitely doesnât make me resilient.#I just. I feel gross being called resilient. Iâm not. Iâm weak and easily scared and unable to handle even small amounts of adversity.#the fuck is my roommate even *seeing*.#the annoying part is that theyâre generally an insightful person about other people and I know logically that theyâre probably right#which is why Iâm not going to complain any more about this to their face bc I should just drop it and not make it a Thing#I talk too much about myself and my problems anyway. not every conversation has to be about my brain worms.#but the discomfort is Distinct and Unpleasant. and now Iâm just having to sit with it. and Feel Uncomfortable. and try to accept what was#definitely intended as a compliment. I know itâs draining to talk to someone who doesnât accept any of the kind things you say about them.
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i wake from my nap (dazed), check my notifications (fearful) and see that my mutuals have found the scrubs au post (sweet bliss, a wave of serenity and calm overcomes me). all is well with the world
#pfh personal#weâre really all out here thirsting for price as dr cox huh?#itâs okay i understand#but also please no the brain worms not another au please#is this my brand now? writing transmasc reader inserts and cooking up aus of things that starred brendan fraser?
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as much as it emotionally destroyed me, i do have to say those last two pages of bsd 109 are like. the perfect cliffhanger. and i'm kind of super glad bsd releases monthly rather than weekly so it can actually hold the weight it was given
#bsd 109#sorry i read mark of athena the week after it came out and now i have a mild obsession with how the act of waiting for resolution#after a cliffhanger enhances the story#don't get me wrong. it's absolutely excruciating and i NEED to know what happens next Right Now Immediately#but if bsd released weekly i'd get to the end of the chapter and i'd be like. it's okay it's okay only seven days#and the ending of the chapter wouldn't have as much impact. you know?#but having to wait a month means i'm looking back at the end and i'm trying to tease out anything i may have missed the first twelve times#i examined the page#and the interjection of the panels of dazai / sskk / fukuzawa taking the bottom half of the penultimate page--#SO GOOD!!!!#we were talking in one of my classes last semester abt how the penultimate move is JUST as important as the ending and ohhhh it was pieced#together SO WELL in this chapter#and the slanting of the panels on the penultimate page as opposed to the straight horizontal ones on the last#increasing anxiety as aya is trying to push the table#then calming as it's finally falling#only to end right there#oooohh i have so many brain worms sorry#i'll stop writing an english major essay in these tags now#hello grace here
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watched Pride and Prejudice and Zombies đ
#just me hi#i've gotta make up for this one post w/ one nonsense one on artstreet now but SBSHVFJSBHJBVFAJHVF#/THERE'S A BOOK?? YESSS#/it was SO SO fun !!!#only disappointed with maybe one or two odd things and the fact that i didn't see darcy improve in the slightest bit. but it was So so fun#it was awesomeeee :DDD#i don't have much else to say because my brain is full of gummy worms where my neurons should be but Yea :DD#//watched that with my brothers and then followed it up with Iâ Frankenstein :/#bad move man hsbhfbsd#i hoped it'd be a little sillier but that's okay. you know what's Not okay? the fact that adam cut his hair#he looked FINE and then they MASSACRED my boy fhsbhf#//WAIT i wasn't done w/ p.a.p.a.z they put darcy in a black leather jacket and he wore it to his WEDDINGGGGG#throw that man OUT he cannot be salvaged#shoutout to women forever by the way. oh my stars#but OHHHH MANNN they did him so wrong. so dirty#they didn't even style his Hair i can't take him seriously#he's a mess. okay <3#//back to adam#:( his hair :(#he looked so nice. why would you subject him to.. That#i can put up with the dark drab they constantly put these poor people in but i draw the line at the hair. please make a law abt it#/also may i have another opinion please? yes okay.. i am Kind Of Disappointed with how they did the ladies!!#i won't get into why bc Man. Manâ Brother. Oh Brother but yea hfshdb#//okay. i am now going back into my hole now hfbshd#/6 posts :3
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i really am so obsessed with how Double Agent Midvalley is gonna change the vibes with Wolfwood too. like Midvalley and Wolfwood ALREADY have some vibes due to their fight(s) in the manga. but now theyre both double agents but in different directions. two Relatively normal guys who wanted nothing to do with this battle between the angels & are STUCK HERE
also imagining that spiderman meme if/when they ever find out about each other lmfao. like what do you MEAN youre a double agent too?!? what do you MEAN!!!! IT'S FOR HIM!!!!!!!!!!??!?
Yeah.
#speculation nation#itnl shit#the potential is off the charts. but b4 i can get ther ei NEED. TO WRITE. THE CURRENT MOMENT.#really i need to go to bed soon. so i can have more time for writing tomorrow.#for Right Now i wanna reply to the last few comments on my most recent chapter. and then i'll go to bed.#im just thinking about... them <3#idk what it is about midvalley he's just wormed his way into my brain#i still kinda hate him but i also love him. weird feeling.#most of all im lowkey obsessed with the vibes he brings to the table between vash & wolfwood#LOVE my hate-friendship thing i got going between vash & midvalley#sometimes u hate a dude and u genuinely want him to end up okay for his own wellbeing (even as u deny to urself that u feel this way)#sometimes u spend years socializing Primarily with this one dude that U dont exactly like & who pisses you off relentlessly#but talking to him is kinda fun and you enjoy making fun of him & pissing him off. Loads of amusement !#and then you remember that you are ideologically opposed. like. intrinsically. and also he hates your guts for just Who You Are#im enjoying these vibes IMMENSELY. midvalley just makes things so Weird in a way im loving writing.#vash could make friends with almost anyone is kinda the baseline of it lol. and he could Change almost anyone too#now will there be any hope for this hate-friendship in the end? Uh. well. we'll find out later Together!
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Guess whoâs struggling mentally because of their parents? :D
#personal#my mom this time#my parents have a knack for being completely normal and then taking a hard turn into judgment town#because it really does come out of nowhere when they start dissecting everything thatâs wrong with their kids#and then of course theyâll get mad when we donât like that and make it clear that we wonât stand for it#my mom: fine if you wanna struggle with your bad decisions then do what you want! we only wanted to help!#me: you literally suggested things that wouldâve either made my situation worse or worsened someone else#I donât want to give details but itâs stuff regarding my financial troubles#Iâm not in as rough a spot now as I was a couple months ago#but itâs still not an easy time trying to crawl back up with the money Iâve managed to save#and my mom is under the impression that I donât care and am only making things worse for myself all the time#(so is my dad but he didnât text me out of the blue to tell me that today)#(he prefers to tell me in person)#hypocritical for a woman who only makes bad financial decisions and is in piles of credit card debt#like the call is coming from inside the house#Iâm lucky I have my partner whoâs been supportive through my struggle and of course for helping me get out of my parentsâ house#but god I hate how they worm their way back into my brain so easily#make me second guess myself constantly and make me dislike every part of me#Iâll be fine in a few hours#tomorrow at the latest#just needed to vent#I know Iâll be okay#just gonna be not okay for a bit
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bcs s6 thread pt 6
#sept 21 2023#it's so freakin g full circle too the way he ends up in nebraska omaha beach where she came frim like#jerry from parks?đ#it is literally so terrible for me out here like first brad whitfield but only as josh lyman and then it got worse w will mcavoy but kind of#as a joke but not really but now this like this is the worst bc it's so recent so it's literally jimmy now ohhhh my god i can't help it that#still can't get over it ?????? the things they've gone through and then she LEFT?#like she had to but no nooooooboonobono the way they built them up like they are so forever#but it's okay i have so much bob rhea content and then so many fics <3#also it's so interesting that they chose to do the post brba scenes in b&w when that's usually signifying the past#the close up on heels i immediately assumed it was kim girl get a grip#i've never had a non endgame ship real breakup like i can't cope this is the greatest love story there's no way it ended#and they legally still married tho oh my godddddddddd ohh i have no wife i just whimpered so loud#wait i'm i don't think i can finish tn and i'm going to cv tmw oh no#i just wanna watch mcwexler edits and bob and rhea interviewssss#i think in a week i'll watch that scene again but i'm also just like. worm in my brain wants to watch the whole show again it was so insane#creasing over how excited jimmy is that kim asked about him as if he wasn't the great and only love of her lifeđđđđđ im so miserable rn#yeah this is my first actual real non endgame tragic ship and they were so perfect OH MY GOD HES CALLING HER#AND KNOWS HER NIMBER !??????? WNDHHFBFNNSNDNBFBFJDNFJDJFHJ M SHAKINGGGGGGGGGG IH JDNFNDN#i cant believe he went to nebraska i cant believe he called her i can't believe she kept her name dude dudeeee what is going on i need to kn#staring into the distance dot gif simply cannot comprehend a workd where jimmy and kim are not attached at the hip#no okay there's the b&w gif of kim on the phone and them sharing a cigarette?#still using viktorđđ i'm so in shambles clinging and grasping it's slipping away#two episodes left we power through#oh now what the frick i burst into tears im sobbing#the divorce paperwork hit me out of nowhere i literally can't stop crying#crying so hard like ud think my parents died or smth i literally cannot#KIM#THAT UGLY BROWN IG PLEASD AINT NO Whhyy she's living with another man NOPE THIS ID NOT#AINT NO WAY BROTHER DHE SOULD NOG#THE SONF?babdbbdvfbdbdndjxbdbfnsndncncj u hate everything KIM NO OFNDBBABYYYSYDYDHFHFJSJCI CNANDJDJSNDJDJDJDJ EVERHTHINF HURTS AND I SCEAM N
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thinking about um. ummmmm love nest
#rom: đ#<- none of you see that.#what did you mean by go home to âourâ love nestâŠâŠ. side eyes#head in hands AND ONLY AFTER COMPLETING YOUR ISLAND MODE DO YOU âASKâ TO BE FRIENDS#DESPITE REFERRING TO THE HOTEL AS A LOVE NEST SO OPENLY#gnawing this manâs arm off again he was out of my life for three years and now heâs giving me brain worms again#i hate you says while holding his face so so tenderly in my hands#anyway. um. i think i might have a Type#i was looking at screen caps of the anime and i only just noticed that he has a suuuper similar smile to ryouâs#like the closed eyes soft smile. do you know what iâm talking about#and it made me connect more dots in my head lol#i donât think theyâre too similar outside of physical traits⊠theyâre even the same height apparently!! even though i swore ko was taller#what was this post about again. oh right. *points* weirdo#I DONâT KNOW WHY HE RANDOMLY BRINGS UP STUFF LIKE THAT during chapter one he literally like⊠says him and hinata have âsimilar scentsâ#like okay. weirdo.#i still love him though agsjfhdjs his weirdness is endearing#i donât think he knows how to socialize very wellâŠ..#things just come out of his mouth and it is so worrying sometimes#especially the self degradationâŠ. like noo shut up. shush. you were Everything to me and you will never understand that#in the hierarchy of f/os the quartz boys are above all but ko is like. directly below them#there is Loves of My Life and then there is love of my life do you get what i mean
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"valley reverie" - sebastian
summary: the timeline of sebastian and the farmerâs relationship based on canon dialogue
pairing: sdv sebastian x farmer
word count: 2.5K
a/n: this may be my magnum opus
The sun was beginning its descent behind the mountains when Sebastian emerged from the house for the firstâand onlyâtime that day.
He shot a glance to his mother and Demetrius, who were standing at the edge of their property, looking over the valley bathed in golden light. His mother sent a small smile back, followed by a pointed disappointed look at the carton of cigarettes held loosely in his hand. Demetruis didnât acknowledge his existence.
Sebastian knew it was a nasty habit, but he spent most of his life with not much thought to the futureâhe was surprised he made it this far. Maybe his life would have been different if he had planned better; if he had considered for a moment that there was such a thing as life past sixteen, then eighteen, then twenty-one. He supposed he should start to consider a life past twenty-four, but quickly dropped the thought as he placed the cigarette between his lips and continued his stroll to the lake.
He saw it then, as his lighter sparked to life and helped the cigarette take eleven minutes off his.
Someone was sitting in his spot. A humanoid blob of denim focused intently on the bobber floating in the water.
He hesitated, then decided to keep movingâhis trajectory now locked in past the stranger and across the rickety planks of wood to the smaller islands in the middle of the lake. His mother had been saying for years that she needed to build something more structurally sound, but had yet to get around to it.
As he got closer, he took in more of the scene. There was a muddy bucket next to the stranger, and he noticed a couple slimy carp flopping around inside. Whoever this was, they clearly didnât have enough experience to catch the tricker creatures in the lake.
Just as he was about to slip past toward solitude, he locked eyes with the stranger. Their bored expression quickly turned to worry.
âSorry, am I in your spot? Robin said it was okay for me to fish here.â
Recognition sparked in his brainâhis mother had told him about the new resident of Pelican Town. The words she had used to describe them flashed behind his eyes: sweet, a little lost, cute. That last one was sent his way with an exaggerated wink and met with a scoff from him.
âOh. You just moved in, right? Cool.â
The farmer didnât respond, just looked on waiting for an answer to their question. Sebastian didnât gratify them with a response, instead looking across the lake at the tree line and abandoned quarry.
âOut of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?â
The farmer scrunched up their mouth slightly, beginning to reel in their line. There was nothing but a limp worm dangling from the hook. Sebastian took note of the grieving look flashing on their face before it was gone in a blink.
âBetter than where I was.â
Sebastian didnât bother responding as the farmer heaved up the bucketâthey were a lot stronger than they lookedâand walked away without another word.
Robin smiled at the farmer with a wave and shouted goodnight before sending another disapproving look to her son.
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Sebastian heaved open the door of the house, exhausted from band practice. Sam was his best friend, and he enjoyed spending time with him more than he would admit, but the newest addition to the band was definitely a hindrance.
He didnât dislike Abigail, and he couldnât deny that she was a talented drummer, but he had been hoping for years that her little crush on him would fade away. He could only take so much of puppy dog eyes and over exaggerated laughter at his quips that definitely arenât that funny.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts on how to shake off the purple-haired girlâmore importantly, how to shake her off without actual confrontationâthat he didnât notice the farmer leaning against the shop counter until their voice pierced through. His mother was nowhere to be seen, so they had to have been talking to him.
âWhat? I didn't hear you...I'm busy thinking about something. What do you want?â
The farmer narrowed their eyes at him, leveling him with a glare. âYou know, I get that youâd rather be listening to My Chemical Romance and jerking off to Nietzsche than interacting with a human being, but you really need to work on your people skills.â
Well, he hadnât been expecting that.
He expected avoidance from the farmer, based on their first meeting and subsequent run-ins where they gave him a nod of acknowledgement before going back to acting like he didnât exist.
He realized that the farmer wasnât as timid and one-dimensional as he let himself think.
The moment was saved by Robin entering the shop room and dropping a workbench on the floor with a heavy thud. âYouâll make better use of this than I have latelyâitâs pretty old,â she looked up from the dusty bench, noticing her son frozen in the doorway, âoh, hi Sebby.â
âSebby?â the farmer questioned with a smirk.
Sebastian rolled his eyes, brushing past his mother to get to his lair.
âSorry about him,â he heard his mother as he descended the stairs.
âItâs fine,â the farmer laughed, âheâs cool.â
He couldnât help the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. _________________________________________
Sebastian looked down at the frozen tear in his hand with a neutral expression on his face, though his heart was quickening its pace.
âGunther told me itâs fabled to be the frozen tears of a yeti.â
He met the farmerâs grin with one of his own, âI really love this. How did you know?â
They shrugged, âSeemed like some emo shit youâd be into.â
A breathy laugh escaped him before he could stop it. âWellâŠthanks.â
âNo prob. Iâll keep an eye out for more when Iâm in the mines.â
âThe mines?,â his brow furrowed, âhow far down did you go?â
âNot super deep, I think I stopped at sixty since it was getting late.â
Sebastian gaped at the farmerâwho he now realized he really misjudgedâas they shouldered their backpack and turned toward the door.
âOh,â they stopped just shy of the threshold, âyour code is wrong, by the way. Third line down.â
He looked to the screen, baffled, seeing that there was, in fact, a mistake in his code.
He began to ask the farmer how they knew that, but they were gone. _________________________________________
The sun was setting on the valley, and Sebastian found himself sitting by the lakeâs edge with the farmer, who was reeling in sturgeon and bass with ease.
âIâm sure the cityâs different for other people, but it was corporate hell for me,â the farmer spoke softly as they baited their hookâit was different than any bait he had ever seen, and the farmer had informed him that the wild man living behind their house had taught them the recipe.
Sebastian hummed, âI guess that makes sense.â
âYou guess?â the farmer teased him, flicking water at his face.
He blew a puff of smoke in their face.
The farmer coughed, then began to laugh as they fanned the smoke out of their face, âasshole.â
Sebastian grinned, leaning back on the palms of his hands and gazing across the water.
They sat in comfortable silence as the farmer cast out their line and half-heartedly focused on the bobberâthey didnât really need it anymore, but liked the safety net.
âYou and Sam are probably my only friends in this town.â Sebastian broke the silence, but continued looking straight ahead.
âWell I am very likable.â
Sebastian knocked their shoulders together with a scoff.
âSure, keep telling yourself that.â _________________________________________
Sebastian was indifferentâand sometimes loathfulâtoward most events held in their little town, but tonight was an exception. It was hard to not be in awe of the midnight jellies, and he was excited for the farmer to see them for the first time.
They were perched at the edge of the dock, along with Sam and Abigail, their feet dangling inches above the water.
It was a lot colder than expected, and the farmer was bundled in his black jacket. He couldnât help but feel bad about the sad glances Abigail was sending their way.
The farmer looked content, and Sebastian recalled something they told him at the beginning of the seasonâthe used to be terrified of the ocean before moving to the valley.
He nudged their shoulder with his own. It didnât take much effortâthey were sitting a lot closer than he realized. A light blush dusted his cheekbones.
âI thought I saw something moving in thereâŠâ he pointed to the void of the ocean and leaned closer to their ear, whispering, âsomething big, something dark.â
The farmerâs eyes widened as they looked across the vast darkness before they narrowed and turned to him.
âJust trying to scare you...â Sebastian laughed.
The farmer smiled, knocking their knee against his, muttering an all too familiar âasshole.â
It wasnât too long before Lewis sent out the first lantern, and the water surrounding the docks was filled with glowing jellyfish.
âItâs beautiful,â the farmer breathed out as their head landed on his shoulder.
âYeah,â his eyes landed on a glowing green jelly before looking down at the farmer, âit is.â _________________________________________
Sebastian never saw the farm in its full gloryâbefore the farmerâs grandfather grew old and passed awayâbut he had been there plenty of times when it was overgrown and abandoned.
He had told the farmer this as they sat on the newly installed swinging bench on their porch. They joked that they would be suing him for trespassing, since it was technically their property at the time, even if they hadnât known it.
It was a chilly fall day, but the farmer had made a pot of coffee to keep them warm.
âI thought this was your busy season,â Sebastian lit up a cigarette and moved the ashtray closer to where he sat. It was a newer addition to the farmerâs decor. He thought about the prideful look on their face as they held it up and told him that Leah let them use her pottery wheel. It was painted with little creatures that looked like the much happier cousins of the slimes living in the caves.
The farmer hummed, holding their mug close to their face, but not taking a sip, âYeahâŠa lot busier than I thought it would be, actually.â
He grinned at them, âso, youâre slacking today, huh?â
The farmer laughed.
âIâd rather hang out with your sorry ass than work.â Despite the insult, the farmerâs tone was soft and earnest. Sebastian felt his cheeks heat up.
âCould you picture me living on a farm? It seems ridiculous, but I have been thinking about it lately.â
âIf I could do it, then so could you,â the farmer linked their pinky with his, âitâs a lot more freeing than youâd think.â _________________________________________
Boxes filled with Sebastianâs things lined the walls of the farmhouse, but Sebastian and the farmer lay in bed, choosing to ignore them.Â
They had all the time in the world.
The farmer was twirling the pendant dangling from Sebastianâs neck, âthereâs steam coming out of your ears, Seb,â the farmer giggled and smoothed out the wrinkle between his brows with their finger.
âIâve just been thinking,â Sebastian turned his attention from the ceiling to the farmer, âThe older I get, the less I'm drawn to the city. It had a certain mystique to it, once. But it turns out that was just a romantic fantasy. The city's so busy, so full of people... I don't belong there. I'm a loner.â
A beat.
âPresent company excluded, of course.â
The farmer laughed, âWell I would hope so,â they tugged gently on the pendant, pulling him closer, âbecause youâre stuck with me.â _________________________________________
Sebastian and the farmer had joined his family for dinner, and his mother had shooed them away with one hand as she cooed at the bundle held tightly in her other arm.
The valley was coming to life, but the ghost of a winter chill was in the air. They settled down by the lake despite the cold. It was no longer his spot, but theirs.
The farmer was skipping stones across the lake when he grumbled about how being in that spot made him want a smoke.
âNo oneâs stopping you,â the farmer laughed.
âI am.â
The farmer still held a loose smile as they raised their eyebrows at him, âoh?â
âI'm trying my best to quit smoking now that we're marriedâŠâ He avoided their gaze and brushed some mud on the palm of his hand onto his jeans, âI don't wanna die on you. It's a bad habit. I want to have a future together.â
A baby cried in the distance. Sebastian and the farmer smiled at each other. _________________________________________
The farmer was surprised to find Sebastianâs side of the bed empty when they woke up. It wasnât a rare occasion, as they usually found Sebastian in the kitchen after a restless sleep, but he was nowhere to be found.
They couldnât help but worry a little bit as they pulled on their boots and opened the screen door. They paused out of instinct to let the dog run out before them only to realize that the dog wasnât hot on their heels like usual.
They had only gotten two steps onto the porch before a mass of fur and slobber crashed into their legs.
âOh hello baby,â they cooed down at the dog as it rolled onto its back, breathing heavily out of excitement, âgood morning stink.â
âGood morning to you too.â
The farmer was so caught up in giving the dog attention that they hadnât noticed Sebastian leaning against the porch railing.
They straightened from their crouch, smiling at him as the dog whined from the loss of affection.
âI couldnât fall back asleep, so I went ahead and fed the animals,â he pushed off the railing and took a few steps forward to fix a rogue piece of the farmerâs hair, âone less thing for you to do.â
âThanks, Seb,â the farmer said softly, suddenly bashful, âIâm going to check on the pumpkins. Thought I could make some soup tonight if any of them are ripe.â
They took a few steps off the porch, âfeel like being a country boy today? Or did you get your fix?â
He smiled, leaning his forearms against the railing, âI'll just watch you from here. I enjoy watching you.â _________________________________________
Sebastian and the farmer found themselves sitting on the porch swing once again. It was a mild summer evening, and he was looking on as a toddler played with the dog in the yard.
He tore his attention away from the rowdy scene in front of him to look at the farmer, who was curled up at his side reading a book. He felt his heart swell.
âThis is so different from my old life, but I'm really starting to like it. I feel like I really belong here.â
The farmer looked up from the book in their lap, smiling.
âI don't often show it, but I'm really happy that I'm your husband. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made.â
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hot chocolate
pairings: poly!marauders x reader (852 words)
warnings: should be none, just a little stress cry/ burnout
a/n: Do I like this? I have no idea. The boys help to comfort you on a late night that has you stressed.
Reaching out to his left, James expects to find your warmth. Instead all he feels are empty sheets. The fuzziness of sleep threatens to pull him back down, but your absence keeps him up.Â
He pads through your small apartment doing his best not to wake your boyfriends still sleeping behind him. The small spike of panic he felt at not finding you eases as he finally does.Â
You've got your back to him, typing away at your computer at the kitchen table.Â
"And I'm the one not allowed to have coffee after six," he says softly once he's closer. You hardly glance at him, still typing. "Love," he says, a hand gently coming to cover yours. "Do you know how late it is?"Â
Your heart melts as you finally look at him. He's rubbing sleep from his eyes, knocking his glasses off kilter. He looks warm and soft around the edges. It's enticing but your work's not going to do itself. "I'll come to bed in just a minute, Jamie. I should really finish this."Â
He points at the time on your computer, 3:48 blares at you and you realize how much your eyes sting from staring at the screen. "Come on," he says, his grip now a soft tug at your wrist.Â
"Just let me finish this paragraph." You're trying to bargain, having the feeling you'll probably lose.Â
"It can wait, love." He's looking at you with soft eyes and you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. You hear shuffling behind you. Now you're really in for it.
Remus comes into view, his oversized shirt- probably one of Jamesâ- askew on his shoulders, followed by a scowling Sirius. âHow dare you make us go on a man-hunt at three in the morning.â Sirius crosses his arms trying to look angry, but he still comes up to rest his chin on your shoulder. His nose tickles your cheek, âLetâs go to bed my love.â
Remus walks further into the kitchen of your tiny apartment. You remember the day you moved in, you ate ramen over a cardboard box as a kitchen table. Now as he stands across the table from you Remus reaches over to slowly close your laptop.Â
You stop him halfway, and he gives you a knowing look. âIâm really not tired, honestly I won't be able to sleep until I finish this,â you say quickly returning to typing.Â
Remus sighs, looking to James for help, but itâs Sirius who comes to his aid. âWell then I guess weâre all staying up,â Sirius says, his chin digging into your shoulder and sleep muddling his words, âbut when I wake up with dark circles thatâs on you.â
âNo go to bed, I wonât be long.â You try to focus on your work, but Sirius worms his arms under yours, wrapping around you. âSiri, please.â Your head is starting to hurt from forcing your eyes to stay open, and the warmth coming off of him only makes the fight harder.Â
âWhat are you doing, Remus?â you ask, hearing the kitchen cabinets open and close.Â
âIâm making hot chocolate.â He grabs your favorite mug from the cabinet followed by three more.Â
âYou donât have to do that Rem.â Your eyes are still stinging.
âI already opened the packet.â He says it with a finality that tells you, youâve hardly any choice in the matter.
âIâll get the marshmallows,â James adds, sounding far too excited for this time of night.Â
Before you can stop it your eyes fill with tears, blurring your computer screen. You hide your face in your hands. âAre you okay, love?â Sirius asks, suddenly sounding much more awake. You canât stop it as much as you want to, your tears flow leaving your boyfriends flustering to help you.Â
âDove.â Remus kneels beside you. âLetâs take a break, yeah? It can wait until tomorrow.âÂ
You hear the soft click of your computer shutting as you nod. James holds your hand across the table. âYouâre all too nice to me,â you say, it comes out half laugh half sob.Â
âAll that work is scrambling your brain,â Sirius says, squeezing your shoulders.
You let Remus pull you to the couch where he brushes stray tears from your cheeks. You melt into his side. He plants soft kisses into your hair.Â
James and Sirius come with cups of hot chocolate almost overflowing with marshmallows. The cups are soon abandoned as the rich chocolate threatens to drag you all to sleep right on the spot.Â
When you eventually make it to bed through fits of yawns and tired shuffling, you realize youâre finally exactly where you want to be. Sirius falls asleep practically on top of James.
Remus pulls the blanket to your chin. âToo nice,â he laughs quietly to himself. You swat at his arm. As you fall asleep, he listens to the rise and fall of your breath. You deserve all the niceness of the world, and he would make hot chocolate in the middle of every night if it meant you felt even a bit of it.
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Hello! Thank you for feeding us the angstier timeline of the dukedom au!! I live for angst
You donât have to entertain this thought ofc, the angst and how good you write for my brain worms worming. I just canât stop thinking about what wouldâve happened if König wasnât there and instead the duchess had to suffer all on her own
(Or better yet, if he was there but ended up also leaving the duchess for someone else or was killed protecting the duchess)
Reader having to endure everything on her own which eventually leads her to falling terribly ill and in the olden times we all know how a simple cold could turn into more and yield deadly results
The stress combined with the overall lack of appetite (and the food not cooked well at times to add to that⊠more angst (: ) as well as other factors rendered the reader terribly ill
Maybe she fell into a body of water and had to save herself, or maybe she was caught up in a rainy storm on a walk with no one offering her warm clothing or a cover up until she eventually managed to get back that leads to pneumonia
Maybe she gets injured but hides it until the blood loss gets to her and infection sets in
Just so many options and flavours of angst
Anyway, thank you for sharing your writing with us! Agin, you donât have to engage with this, so please donât feel pressured!! Iâm just having many thoughts and am currently going feral /pos
WAITTT WAIT I LOVE THIS
Because imagine clinging to König, to your one singular source of comfort in a manor that has no room for you, and in the end, he leaves as well.
You had been telling yourself that you had been simply more imaginative lately; König was simply busy, he wasnât growing more and more distant! The way he looks at you now compard to before hasnât changed. At all. His responses were in hums and nods, noncommittal but thatâs okay, sometimes you did not feel like speaking- like existing- either.
Until he stands in your office, the light from the windows reflecting off his armour. You had been happy to see him, a smile on your lips to be in the company of the only one who didnât seem to despise you.
When he tells you that he will not be doing this anymore, it feels, for a very split second, like your heart shatters into a thousand tiny pieces. You can feel the shattering of each, single piece.
Better place. He says, pity in his eyes but no regret. He pauses for a second. I wish⊠the best for you.
König leaves you like that; staring after his back in abject horror. Every step he takes echoes in your ears, until you are left alone in your office, hands trembling, and your ears ringing.
After that day, everything practically crumbled. You crumbled.
Without him, the weight of your isolation became unbearable. The disdain of the household grew sharper once it became known your only solace was no longer there, the whispers more cutting. Meals came cold, uneaten. Sleep eluded you, and the constant stress gnawed away at your strength.
One fateful day, you went outside in a desperate bid to escape the suffocation. The air was crisp, the sky gray with the promise of rain, and yet you still did not turn back. You wandered farther than you intended, your steps aimless even as the first drops began to fall.
The storm came quickly afterwards, drenching you to the bone. Your thin cloak offered little protection, and the chill seeped deep into your skin. By the time you returned, trembling and soaked, no one was waiting to help you. No fire had been lit in your chambers; no warm blanket was offered, and no company was given.
The fever began that very night, burning through you with a strength that left you bedridden. Days passed in a haze of pain and delirium. The wound you had hidden- an injury from your fall in the storm- festered, the infection spreading rapidly through your weakened body. You hadnât the strength to call for help, nor the faith that anyone would come even if you did hoarse out your voice in your attempts.
Only when your condition worsened and you really, truly disappeared out of view, the household finally took notice. Whispers swirled, faint echoes beyond the fog of your fading consciousness, and everyone became alert of your absence, meals returned untouched and maids reporting itâs weeks since theyâd helped you with anything.
John sat in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey as the fire crackled in the hearth. He told himself your absence didnât matter- that you were retreating because youâd finally realized the truth. But when he closed his eyes, he saw your face as it had been on your wedding day- hopeful, trusting, and unaware of the coldness that would greet you.
Simon found himself pacing the halls around your room more often than usual. He would glance toward your chambers but never step inside, convincing himself it wasnât his concern. And yet, something about the silence unsettled him.
Johnny had begun to notice the meals sent to your chambers were left untouched, the plates returned barely touched or sometimes not taken at all. He hadnât cared at first, dismissing it as you sulking because no one was giving you attention. But now the thought lingered- had you even been eating at all?
Even Kyle, with his sharp tongue and sharper gaze, felt the unease creeping in. He found himself hesitating when passing your door, his usual indifference cracking as guilt gnawed at him.
In the end, itâs Kyle who couldnât stand the silence anymore. He stepped into your room, telling himself it was simply to prove to himself that you were fine and just- sulking.
The sight stopped him cold.
The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and the air heavy with the faint, sour scent of illness. You lay motionless on the bed, your body shockingly frail, your skin damp with fever. Your hair clung to your forehead, and your breathing was shallow, each breath rattling in your chest.
You didnât even notice him. Not even when he turned around and barked sharply for John, for a doctor now. You didnât notice him at all. Not him, not John or Simon or Johnny when they appear while the maids run to get the doctor.
(Kyle will never tell anyone how utterly sick he felt upon seeing the dried tear-tracks on your face. The unfinished, rotten meals near the bed. The tear spots on your pillows. He will never, ever forget today. He doubts any of the others will be able to do so, either.)
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