#so anyway i'm so thrilled about it and glad i have something to look forward to for next month

[vanilladollette]

Hey girl wassup, can you write about sweet female reader, with (all the characters if that's okay for u, if no, then jae Joon)

Female reader who is friends with Dong Eun and she had no idea that burns were from the bullies, and didn't know that jae Joon was apart of the incident, and when Dong exposes jae Joon, female reader goes from sweet to cold towards Jae Joon and breaks up with him, and lends him to be yandere.

(ALSO GIRL I WANNA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR THE GLORY X READER ON, WATTPAD ♡ )

The Sweetest Poison

Pairing: Yandere Jeon Jae-Joon x Fem! Sweet Reader

Word count: 1.75k

Summary:After learning you left him upon discovering his past as your best friend's bully, Jae-Joon's heartbreak twists into a dangerous obsession.

Warnings: Bullying, Burns, toxic, violent behavior, cursing

A/n: I'm glad that you like Beneath The Surface!!! This took me awhile to write but thank you for being patient with me. Anyways, I hope you like this!

You couldn’t believe it, even as you replayed her words in your head. The signs were all there, and yet somehow, you’d missed them. How could you have missed something like that?

When Moon Dong-eun, your friend from high school, had contacted you, you were thrilled. It had been years since you’d last seen her. Her message had been brief, almost cryptic, saying she needed to talk about something important in person. Curious and eager, you’d agreed to meet her at a quiet café downtown.

As you approached the agreed-upon spot, you saw her sitting alone at a corner table. Dong-eun looked different but not unrecognizable. Her posture was composed, her expression serene yet distant, like someone who had seen too much and learned to mask it well. You felt a pang of nostalgia as memories of the once cheerful, soft-spoken girl from high school resurfaced.

“Dong-eun!” you greeted warmly, sliding into the seat across from her. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

Her smile was faint but sincere. “Hello, y/n. It’s good to see you.” Her voice had a weight to it, as though each word carried unspoken emotions.

The two of you exchanged pleasantries. You told her how you’d thought about her over the years, wondering where she’d gone and what had happened after she left school. You mentioned how devastated you were when you found her house empty, with no way to contact her.

“I’ve been well,” she said, her tone polite but guarded. “After leaving school, I went to college to study education. I’m a teacher now.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “I wouldn’t have guessed you wanted to be a teacher back then.”

“What about you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “How have you been?”

You gave a small laugh. “Oh, nothing as exciting as becoming a teacher, that’s for sure. Just working and… you know, living life.”

As the conversation lingered, you couldn’t help but feel there was something unsaid, something heavier lurking beneath her calm demeanor. Finally, you decided to ask.

“Anyway,” you began, leaning forward slightly, “what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Dong-eun hesitated, her fingers curling around the edge of her cup. Her gaze flickered downward for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was soft but deliberate.

“You know,” she said, almost wistfully, “I always wondered how someone as kind as you could be so close to him.”

Her words caught you off guard. Him? You blinked, your head tilting in confusion. “Who are you talking about?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, her eyes met yours, searching your face as though gauging your reaction. Finally, she asked, “Do you know why I dropped out of high school?”

You nodded slowly. “You were being bullied. I assumed that was the reason… that you didn’t want to deal with it anymore.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice steady. “But I never told you who my bullies were.”

A chill ran down your spine. Something in her tone made your stomach knot. You stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

She took a deep breath, her fingers now toying with the hem of her sleeve. “One of them was Jae-joon,” she said finally, her words landing like a thunderclap. “He was one of them.”

Your breath caught. Jae-joon? You stared at her, your mind racing. Jae-joon, the same person you’d been close to all these years? The same person you’d trusted, laughed with, maybe even defended? The shock on your face must have been evident, because Dong-eun gave a sad, knowing smile.

“I’m guessing he never told you,” she said, her voice tinged with resignation. “I didn’t think he would. Why would he admit something like that to you?”

You were at a loss for words. Memories of Jae-joon flooded your mind—his easy smile, his charm, the way he always seemed so confident. You couldn’t reconcile the image of him with what Dong-eun was telling you. But then you thought about her, about how she’d suddenly vanished from your life, leaving no trace. And you realized… maybe you’d never really known Jae-joon as well as you thought.

“I’m sorry you had to find out from me,” Dong-eun said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft but firm, her gaze unwavering.

You shook your head quickly, trying to process everything. “No… I—I needed to know.” Your voice trembled, and you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. “I’m sorry, but I… I have to go.”

Without waiting for her response, you grabbed your bag and stood. Your legs felt unsteady as you walked out of the café, the weight of her revelation pressing down on you like a heavy fog. As you stepped into the cold air, one question echoed in your mind: How had you missed it?

“Y/n, I’m home!” Jae-Joon called out from the entrance of your shared home, his voice echoing through the quiet space. The late hour clung to him like a shadow, exhaustion evident in the way he shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair.

“Y/n?” he called again, his tone softening slightly when no response came.

He moved through the house, his footsteps muffled on the carpet as he checked the usual places you might be. The kitchen was empty, the living room undisturbed. A flicker of unease settled in his chest as he made his way toward the bedroom.

Pushing the door open slowly, Jae-Joon’s eyes landed on your still figure lying on the bed, your back facing him. Relief warred with apprehension as he stepped closer, his voice low and uncertain.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t stir, he perched cautiously on the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His hand found your hip, a gesture meant to bridge the growing distance he felt between you. For a moment, he said nothing, unsure how to break the silence that had thickened between you lately.

“How was your day?” he finally asked, his voice tentative.

“Fine,” you replied curtly, your tone as cold as the wall you stared at.

Jae-Joon’s shoulders sagged under the weight of your indifference. The silence returned, heavier than before. Sighing, he rose and left the room to prepare for bed, the unspoken words hanging in the air like ghosts.

The next morning, Jae-Joon woke to find the bed empty. He blinked at the sunlight filtering through the curtains, assuming you were already up. The faint clink of dishes guided him to the kitchen, where he found you seated at the table with a bowl of untouched cereal in front of you. Your gaze was fixed on some indiscernible point ahead, your posture rigid.

“Morning,” he greeted, though the lightness in his tone faltered when you didn’t respond. Shrugging it off, he began rummaging through the cabinets for something to eat.

“When were you going to tell me that you gave Dong-eun those burns?”

Your voice cut through the stillness. Jae-Joon froze, his hand hovering over the coffee pot. Slowly, he turned to face you, his expression a mixture of confusion and unease.

“What?” he managed, his voice strained.

“Or were you just hoping I’d never find out?” Your voice trembled, though your eyes remained fixed ahead.

Jae-Joon’s throat tightened. “Who told you? Did Dong-eun tell you?” He approached the table, his movements deliberate.

“Answer my question,” you snapped, finally meeting his gaze. Your red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked cheeks were like a punch to his gut. “Were you ever planning to tell me, Jae-Joon? Or did you think you could hide the fact that you were my best friend’s bully?”

His jaw clenched as anger flared in his eyes, a defense mechanism against the guilt clawing at him. “What did she tell you?” he demanded, his voice rising.

“Why are you so worried about what she said? Is it because it’s true?” you shot back, standing up abruptly.

The two of you locked eyes, the tension crackling between you like a live wire. You didn’t wait for his response. Turning on your heel, you strode toward the bedroom.

Jae-Joon followed close behind, his stomach twisting as he watched you yank a suitcase from the closet and toss it onto the bed. His heart sank further with every article of clothing you packed.

“Wait, what are you doing?” His voice cracked, the panic unmistakable.

“I’m done, Jae-Joon,” you said, your voice rising. “We’re over.” You zipped the suitcase with trembling hands, refusing to look at him.

“Y/n, wait!” He grabbed your wrist as you made for the door, his grip firm but not forceful. “Let’s talk about this. Please.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You wrenched your arm free, your voice breaking.

Jae-Joon stood frozen as you walked out the door, the sound of your suitcase wheels scraping against the floor a bitter reminder of your departure. The silence that followed was deafening.

“FUCK!” The scream tore from his throat as he hurled a lamp across the room, the crash doing little to ease the storm raging inside him.

Grabbing his phone, he scrolled furiously through his messages until he found Dong-eun’s number. His hands shook as he hit the call button, the phone pressed tightly to his ear.

After several rings, her voice came through, calm and composed. “Hello?”

“WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?” he roared, his voice laced with fury.

“Simply the truth,” Dong-eun replied coldly.

“Because of you, Y/n left me!” His voice cracked, the admission spilling out like a wound reopening.

“Did you really think she wouldn’t find out, Jae-Joon?” Dong-eun’s voice was unyielding. “She deserved to know.”

He ended the call abruptly, hurling his phone across the room. Chest heaving, he sank onto the bed, his head in his hands.

Jae-Joon sat on the edge of the bed, his breathing ragged as the room fell silent. His hands shook. You were his—his light, his purpose, his everything.

You leaving wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. He’d make you see that. He’d make you come back to him, no matter what it took.

A smile—a chilling, empty smile—spread across his face. You weren’t responding now, but that was fine. He didn’t need words. He knew where you were. He’d find you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost tender. “You’ll understand soon, Y/n. We’re meant to be.”

His heart pounded with renewed determination as he got up, his mind racing with plans. You belonged to him, and nothing would change that.

Nothing.

Taglist: @petersasteria

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 65 (Personal Lows)

cw: pregnancy loss (I'm so sorry I did not plan this.)

As well as life had been going for Heather and Conrad, reality came crashing down one Saturday when Ash was in the city with the Landgraabs. Both were spending the day at work, but Heather fell ill and called Conrad.

"Something's wrong. Can you meet me at St. Sims Hospital?"

Heather was admitted for tests, but Dr. Serra delivered the devastating news. "This happens more often than you might think this early on, but there's no heartbeat. I'm sorry."

"This is my fault," said Conrad. "My fear added stress you didn't need."

"This isn't your fault," said Heather staunchly. "Dr. Serra said this happens more often than you think. You didn't stress me out any more than the rest of our busy lives stressed me out. I've worn a glucose monitor since high school and I have to remind myself to slow down all the time. You make my life so much easier, Conrad. Not more stressful."

"This can be a difficult time for anyone," Dr. Serra said gently. "I'd like to refer you both to a colleague of mine, if you're open to it. Her name is Dr. Supriya Delgato, and she's a relationship and family therapist with a focus on grieving. I think you should talk to her when you're ready. She has an office upstairs and I can let her know she might hear from you."

"Yes please," said Heather. "Thank you, Dr. Serra."

Conrad was still apologetic when they returned home, trying to think of the right thing to say while an exhausted Heather changed into her pajamas. "I'm sorry. I should have been more supportive from the start."

"I'm glad you were honest with me, Conrad. For better or worse, knowing how you feel makes everything clearer for me."

"I do want a family with you. I want Ash to have a brother or sister, and I was looking forward to the parenting classes we were going to sign up for. I wish it hadn't turned out this way."

She embraced him. "Me too. But when I was about seven my mom had a miscarriage early, like me. She got through it, and she had Hazel a year later."

"Heather, I promise you, next time I'll be ready."

"I believe you. We don't need to think about that tonight, but I think we should schedule an appointment with Dr. Delgato like Dr. Serra suggested."

"I haven't spoken to a grief counselor since I was in high school," he admitted. "Back then I was too angry at the world to get anything from it."

She held him in a reassuring embrace. "I think this will be a good thing for both of us."

They went to bed that night feeling closer than ever, cuddling beneath the covers until they both fell asleep. ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

NOTE: This happened unexpectedly via the Heathcare Redux mod by adeepindigo and I was really sad about it. I'm sorry to anyone who hated this development especially after we all went through it with Conrad. I considered pretending it didn't happen since it happened SO early, but I appreciate the realistic storytelling supported by the mod nonetheless. And Conrad will be thrilled about the next one, because I'm literally sending him to grief counseling to justify me changing his trait to 'Would Love to Have a Child Right Now' without letting it flip over time. No chances taken, only plot! In all honesty Heather should have had therapy in high school so in some ways this is long overdue for them both, anyway.

NOTE 2: That last shot is the first time they autonomously cuddled (to sleep, my heart!) after the Lovestruck update. Honestly their level of flirty when they're together is usually sky high and blocks out most of their sad moodlets, hence the smiles despite this really sad installment. When it comes to Conrad, Heather isn't unflirty whatsoever.

[yuri-is-online]

Hello author!! Congrats on 500 followers! I love the way you wrote "Plead the Fifth", Floyd's callback to the Portfest event was my favorite part. If its okay, can I pls request prompt 12 with Jade, Riddle, and Jamil? Thank you! 🫶💙

12. You had a wonderful time dancing and flirting with someone at the ball, only to find out from your friends the next day that was your crush. And you have no idea if they knew it was you they were dancing with.

Bless you for catching that friend I was a bit worried no one would know what I was talking about. I thought it was so funny how offended they all got at being called adorable! other than Rook but yk

EDIT: I straight up did not realize I wrote this for Riddle twice oh my fucking god. I'm so sorry please feel free to message me with a separate request I am so sorry again my brain is fried.

notes: they/them used for Yuu. Severe violations of privacy and playing with emotions for Jade, and Jamil is fresh out of clown school, let us pray. I was listening to dancing with a stranger on loop while writing this so sorry if they're a bit angsty. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.

Jade

"Look." Jade is smiling and Azul has a tension headache. "You see how they've played this particular song fourteen times today? They're going to try and switch things up and listen to something else after the sixteenth loop but-"

"What in the hell does this have to do with anything?" Azul asks to be charitable, he already knows what this is about. Or he thinks he does anyway.

"I was wondering if you would be so kind as to add it to the playlist for the Lounge. Just for tonight." There is a really strange tone to Jade's excitement, almost like he has no idea what he is doing and is just as thrilled by that as he was whatever brought him home in such a... state last night.

"Because if I don't you'll add it yourself and give Floyd back the password to the account?"

"I am so very glad we could reach a mutual understanding." Of course Jade has a plan, it had started formulating the instant he saw you dressed up for the formal Crowley had put together.

Boring. That's what this night was supposed to be. These masks were supposed to hide people's faces, sure but he knows them too well. Maybe if this was a different school where people were less predictable- But then there was you, and all his reason fell away.

"May I have this dance, stranger?" He is surprised you accept, delighted with how natural it feels to follow his lead. He was expecting this to be much, much harder.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask." You sound shy, flattered even, without the defensiveness he usually associates with the lead up to your trysts. Could it be- "I thought I felt someone watching me." -you do not know. The mask has worked for one lucky eel.

"Ah prefect," he greets you as usual, with a bow and a gesture to an empty seat "always so good to see you at the Mostro." This time he has selected a booth out of the way, towards the back and far too big for just one customer. Pity you hadn't brought those small fry with you, he was so looking forward to letting Floyd play with them. "Did you come here with something in mind? Or shall I make a suggestion?" You are so nervous you don't notice that he has failed to give you a menu until you finally bother to look up at him.

"I really just came here to talk..." how painful, you are looking away again. Jade is sure he is the best looking fish here, if you are that desperate to see him in the water he can certainly improvise.

"I am always willing to lend a sympathetic ear." He bends at the waist to hover his face just above yours, so close that you are force to return your eyes to his again. He watches as your pupils dilate and breath catches as the music in the lounge plucks a familiar song as if his magic lets him read minds.

"Go fuck yourself." It's missing the venom he'd like but as he traces your jawline with his gloved hand directly over the lipstick stains he'd left last night he thinks to himself that he is just fine with that. Jade is not in the mood to share your fire, it is such a rare thing for a mer to see after all.

"I would much prefer to leave that to you." He kisses you, quickly before you can fully ignite and waste your precious sparks on the public. "Funny story actually, I had such a nice time at the Masquerade last night I thought we should have ourselves another little date tonight. Do be gentle with me, I only had so much time to prepare." But waste or no he cannot deny himself the satisfied laugh that spills from him when you yank him back into a kiss and prevent him from running his mouth. Just what is he to do with you? Oh he has so many ideas...

Jamil

"Ha I thought I'd find you here." Jamil does his best to ignore Ace's voice, instead focusing on the hoop and sinking his throws into the net. Forty-One. "Aww not gonna ask any questions?" Forty-Two. "You know they talked to me. They always do." Forty-Three. "Said some reeeeeeal interesting stuff." Forty-Four. "Mushy too. Like seriously, you should both just get over yourselves and-"

Forty-Five. Jamil purposefully bounces the ball off the ground hard, not even bothering to watch Ace scramble to avoid it before shoves his face into his towel as if it can wipe away his embarrassment as well as his sweat.

"They are better off not knowing." He catches the ball Ace tries to hit him with, taking a little delight in how annoyed his junior looks before he realizes that it isn't going away as quickly as Ace's other pouts.

"Seriously? Where'd you get that idea from?" He sounds angry, Jamil has to remind himself and the seething pit in his stomach that Ace is Yuu's... friend. They are just friends who spend a lot of time alone. Alone together. Alone together inside a dormitory where Yuu live practically alone, a lot of times on nights when Jamil is alone in Scarabia with preparations for a party you aren't guaranteed to attend unlike those Unbirthday Party's Riddle has that you are at so much you might as well be part of his dorm.

Not that Jamil thinks about that a lot or is thinking about that at all when he gives Ace his best "superiority" complex smile.

"They were willing to make out with a stranger behind some thick curtains, clearly they don't have any strong feelings for anyone in the school and I would just be-"

"Has it ever occurred to you that you are responsible for this situation in the fucking first place." This isn't normal jokey Ace. Normal "girls just wanna have fun Ace," no this is Ace as serious as Jamil wishes he always would be during... anything at all really. Funny how that side only ever seems to come out when he needs to distract someone. Funny how the pit is screaming how it only ever comes up when he is talking about you. "You get close to them one day, then you insist you can't talk to them because you are too busy taking care of Kalim. You give take advantage of them not being from Twisted Wonderland to give them things anyone would recognize as being romantic gifts but roll your eyes at the idea when confronted. Seriously it is a miracle they still like you and didn't think to try getting over you sooner."

Yuu is kissing him. They have what they can grasp of his face in their hands and are kissing him so painfully slowly. It's too much to bear, he can't keep to his senses and denial. Jamil pulls them further behind the curtains and kisses them. For one brief incandescent moment he allows himself to believe this is fated. That if the masks were gone, that if you were under the Scarabia curtains you would be holding onto his shirt just as tightly.

"You told them didn't you?" Ace doesn't bother to actually answer, the footsteps echoing down the hallway as he goes to leave answers Jamil’s question for him.

You are always beautiful.  His breath catches in his throat when he sees you, the pit swallowing itself as he realizes the urgency to the speed at which you close the gap but pause just before making it into his personal space.

“Can we talk?”  Ace’s words from earlier echo in his mind.  Has it ever occurred to you that you are responsible for this?

“Of course.”  He purposefully places the basketball back onto the rack he had been using as an excuse to center himself.  “Would you let me take you to dinner?”

“No.”  You sound as if you hate yourself for saying it, but the instant it leaves your lips he smiles.  “No, I need you to tell me here because I can’t stand this stupid game of you taking your insecurities out on me.  Just what do I need to do for you to understand…”  Your nerve seems to be failing you now that he’s right in front of you.  But he isn’t cruel enough to make you wait.

“I like you.”  It’s not all of what you want to hear, and not all of what he wants to say.  But he’s in a sweaty gym uniform and you look like you’ve been crying.  Apologies are best made with food, and he loves you well enough to know your worry’s been eating at your apatite as much as it has his.

[bengiyo]

Cherry Magic TH Ep 9 Stray Thoughts

Last week sucked. The boss tried to break up the boys, arguing that it harms productivity. Karan insisted on proving their work by meeting an unreasonable sales target, and ended up going back to the client that molested him previously. The boss showed up after a second assault had occured only to throw away the contract because of the humiliation. It was gross and stupid. Anyway, Achi revealed his powers, and Min and Jinta had a really cute moment over a Lego set.

I'm glad we're picking up at the reveal. This power always makes me wonder because I don't think in sentences in my head.

Amazing, Karan. He zeroed in on the most important information: Achi has known how sincere his feelings are for a while, so they can progress.

We are moving into the correct apartment this time!!

Goddamn Tay Tawan is beautiful. I'm having fun with Karan using the powers to touch Achi more.

Back to back ads. At least this one is horny.

This bed scene is so cute. I like Karan accepting the reality of this and just running with it.

Achi wearing the pajamas is still a great costuming choice.

New merch available in the GMMTV store!

Poor Rock. He didn't know!

I really love that Achi and Jinta made a promise to celebrate the success of his work. This is so great.

Jinta being inspired by them is a much cooler outcome. I also love Karan picking up on their telepathy, and Jinta reassuring him that he and Achi are just friends.

Newwie is so fucking big like whoa. Look at those arms. Look at those thighs.

Oh this is a great hug. I like that this version of Achi talks to Karan more.

I love Jinta so much. Like Tsuge, there is no shame in this man.

Yes, Min, chase his goofy ass down!

I still don't like the boss.

Oh, poor Achi. A month isn't actually that long, but this is all new for him.

Now, Rock, you gotta communicate with fujos in terms they understand.

Achi, please tell him about the assignment.

Damn, the boss already took that chance from Achi.

I really love the way Karan knowing about the power is leading to better communication between them, and allowing Achi the equity to express his anxieties.

I'm actually excited about the separation this time!

Oh, thank you TayNew for reminding us that you two are very willing to go there with each other. I have needed to see these two kiss forever. Count your fucking days, Cherry Magic Anime.

I'm so relieved that we came back on a good episode. I was worried about this show after last week's debacle, but this is all really fucking good. I love that the reveal of Achi's powers only helped him in his relationship with Karan. There's something so special about a man being thrilled that his gay love thoughts reached the person they were intended for and received the way they were intended. I love that so much of this episode was about Achi taking a step forward in his life. He expressed his desire to grow professionally and is taking that leap with the support of his boyfriend, and he took a step forward romantically by kissing Karan twice. I love that Jinta was inspired to take a step forward with Min, and Min didn't let him run away before completing the confession. We even got further confirmation that Pai is not romantically inclined at all right now. Fantastic episode.

[yousta]

Infinity waters on YouTube fucking slapped when I was a young kid. I wanted to tell you, I met my soul mate today :) I like to think that's what it meant anyway. it felt like a totally normal figment of my imagination, I could mistake it for hallucinations. Not like a mirror. I saw my own eye looking back at me. The dude looked like he was on everything imaginable. His eyes were dilated as fuck for some unknown reasons. Everything around him looked like it had a trippy effect. I didn't do anything but look over my shoulder, I wasn't excepting anything when I saw him. He felt like lightning in a bottle. Pure magic, so hyped, and so aware. It was fine, youtube should've age restricted psychedsubstance channel when I was a kid. I took one of those crazy drugs when I was 15. He told me about ego death. I didn't even know what an ego was at 15 🤣🤣 it hit me like a train. I woke up in the hospital and thought I died, I was relieved to hear my very loving mothers voice after experiencing being an unknowing victim, you did not want to be kidnapped by the people I'm describing. I didn't know who or where I was. They cut off my left arm while I was strapped down to a bed that i didn't notice any comfort from. I couldn't see their shadowy faces over the bright, blinding light. The cut off my left arm slowly but fast. I felt the blood drain out of my arm to the beat of my heart. I did talk to a being i precieved as God after. Everything was dark, couldn't feel my body. I saw nothing but cried as I thought I was dead. That's when his voice spoke from the void. He felt liked the purest magic I had ever known. I cried so much, and told him i wasn't appreciating my life and my mother. Thinking I was dead and never get to see them again. He said he knows, but I am the result of everything that happened before me. Though he wanted me to know here just so I could move forward. Would not recommend it personally, glad the whole world isn't telling me to take acid. xD psyched substance told me to be careful and not do it alone, but i didn't listen. No regrets, I can't remember the title or even the video from Jason Ryan Cropper that felt strangely significant. Oh well I'm not looking for it, he told me about a cool anime once. He was relatable enough ^^

Today, though, when I met my soul mate, he looked high off life if I've ever seen it. If he was tripping, he looked fine. Maybe it was just that thing that Delila told me could dialate your eyes. I don't know, though, truly. Either way, he was hyped af. I don't think that makes me wanna go out and take more of any of that crazy powerful stuff, guys. xD That first time was too scary. All of it got me here, so I'm not complaining. Maybe it was just a little tree, but I didn't like doing anything more than that. I didn't start popping pills when everyone else did around me, which is something I'll always have going for me right now. I'm glad I saw it for myself in a dream once. That dude seemed like he was breaking reality. He told me to give him the oracle eyes, which I didn't know was a reference until someone told me. It didn't matter, I took it as a threat that felt so thrilling but scary cause I wasn't in control of having this very lucid dream. I could never learn how to properly do that anyway. It's okay, I knew what one was. I'm glad i was able to define that's what happened for myself here :) Goodnight

[tennessoui]

Hey Kit!! This past year when the Acolyte came out, my heart broke and I decided to step away from Star Wars. It’s fine that others liked it but personally I didn’t; actually to be frank, I REALLY didn’t like it. Star Wars and Anakin got me through a lot, so watching Disney take an actual shit on his origin and then his redemption ark by half-assing the lore, felt like a punch to the gut, and I had to step away. (This is my personal opinion, if you or others liked it that’s great! I just didn’t). However, when I saw that u published the body politics au, I decided to sit down and catch up on all your fics (btw I love the Hanahaki one!), and it got me back into the fandom. I’m glad one shitty (imo) show didn’t push me away permanently and I have you to thank for that. I’ve met so many great people thru Star Wars and made a lot friends so it had really been kind of hard to turn away from it. I just really wanted to say thank you. your writing is, as always, too beautiful and inspiring to ignore. Star Wars means so much, and I’m so thankful that your work was able to help me look past all the stuff that made me unhappy with it. I hope you have a wonderful day!!

this is very kind to send to me and a very nice morning read! i admit, i actually have not watched the acolyte, though not for any particular reason. i've definitely heard mixed reviews about the show and its take on the jedi order and the sith, which have been sorta sad to read cause i do like the jedi (though i guess i never label myself as pro-jedi cause like? they're the good guys? you're not like. pro-percy jackson or something right? pro-katniss everdeen? you just sorta read the book and you're like oh yeah these are the good guys. might find aspects of a character annoying but i'm definitely not supposed to be rooting for the Capitol or smething right)

but i've also heard from other people that as a pew-pew show, it delivers on that front! lightsaber fights are cool and everyone has a funky haircut that they pull off somehow which does feel quintessentially star wars

my general view of the disney plus star wars shows is that i'll watch the ones that strike my fancy, and if one of them doesn't then i won't. the star wars disney execs produce a lot of content (and i truly mean content, i.e. material to be consumed - not necessarily art) and a lot of it i'm probably never going to watch. it wasn't made for me, and i definitely get the lurch and disappointment you may feel if you look forward to something for ages and then it's not what you wanted in a thousand small ways or a handful of big ways. i think that's especially hard to guard against nowadays when trailers for tv shows rely more on aesthetic and punchy one-liners and brief second cameos than they do explaining the actual story of the show

but you can be a fan without loving the direction some shows go in or the choices directors make!! if that looks like only watching shows that have been peer-reviewed, or if that looks like ignoring everything but a small corner/subset of a massive fandom, or if that looks like turning from the media itself and diving further into fanart and fanfiction and interacting with people online then that's what it looks like! especially now that the world of canon star wars media isn't just 6-9 movies + 2(?) non trilogy movies, you should absolutely go about watching star wars content with a you-first mindset 100%

you know how many people were disappointed in the obi-wan kenobi series?? soooo many because he was a sad little pathetic and broken man with greasy hair. but that's exactly how i like my obi-wan kenobis, so i was thrilled every episode lol but i'm sure other people hated it and boycotted and whatever. but i found my corner of the fandom who also enjoyed that and it's been wonderful <3

so anyway thankyou so much for your very kind words i hope none of that sounded too preachy i was mostly trying to agree with you that it's really great that one (shitty) show did not keep you away from the fandom forever and that you're back!!

welcome back :)

[sofreddie]

Sins of the Past - Part 8 (Final)

Summary: Will there be peace when they are done?

Characters: Dean x Y/N, Sam Winchester x OFC Imogene “Gene” Sutton

Warnings: SAW/Soulmate AU, Angst, Fluff

WC: 2,472

A/N: I'm sad this story has come to an end, but I am thrilled to have completed another series! Thanks for taking this ride with me and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Feedback is appreciated. : )

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Part 7

The rest of that evening had been extremely quiet. Sam didn’t come out of his room. Gene didn’t come out of hers. Y/N and Dean stuck together, generally in some kind of embrace, as everybody just....existed.

Sam stared at the ceiling in his room. He hadn’t really done much else for the past few hours. There was no motivation to. Not even any motivation to sleep.

He picked up his phone, which Dean had left to charge on his bedside table. Sam swiped at the screen to check the time, but he nearly jumped out of his skin when a message suddenly flashed up on the screen. 

I’m glad you’re okay.

It was from Gene, and Sam wasn’t sure if his heart was swelling or aching. But, at least she’d kinda said something to him.

It was enough that he managed to drift off to sleep.

-

Y/N and Dean sat in silence for an immeasurable amount of time. They were in Y/N’s room, sitting on the bed, Dean’s arms wrapped around her as her head rested on his chest. 

“I’m sorry,” she finally said, barely audible, breaking their comfortable silence. She pulled back enough to meet his eyes. “It’s been nothing but trouble and pain since I came into your life,” she said, and he could see her guilt laid bare.

“No, don’t say that,” Dean said softly, holding a hand to her cheek. “None of what’s happened is your fault. If anything, it’s mine. I’m the one that got sent to hell and...met Beatrice in the first place…”

His eyes quickly diverted away as again he tried to bury those horrific memories and the feelings that came with them. She touched his cheek, gently guiding his gaze back to her. She leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his, trying to convey reassurance, want, acceptance, and love.

His eyes fluttered closed as he let her kiss him. He lingered, allowing the gesture to spread that familiar warmth through him. Slowly pulling back, he rested his forehead on hers and took a long, slow breath.

“You don’t deserve any of this,” he said quietly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve everything,” she said, her voice full of conviction. “Despite everything she tried to do, you still did whatever you could to ensure everyone’s safety.”

“I dunno, I’m just…” Dean shrunk back, unconvinced. “I’m just programmed that way. It’s what I’ve always done - protect my family - but...all that ever happens is people get hurt around me anyway.”

Y/N smirked, “So why were we avoiding the early retirement idea again?” she chuckled lightly.

“Never said I was completely against it?” Dean countered in admittance. “So long as you’re there.”

Y/N sat up straighter, Dean’s arms falling from her as she did. “I don’t know if you’ve thought about us and the future and whatnot, but I have,” she began, taking a deep breath. “I meant what I said before. That I wanna be by your side no matter what.” She paused, choosing her following words carefully. “But...I can’t help but wonder. What kind of life are we going to have? If hunting and monsters and demons and witches and angels...all of that is your life. But after everything that’s happened,” she shook her head, dropping her gaze to her lap, struggling to explain herself.

There was a long pause as Dean let Y/N’s words sink in. Slowly, he brought his finger to her chin, lifting her head to look at him. “That was my life,” he said gently. “but you’re my life now.”

She blushed, unable to stop the smile that pulled at her lips. “God,” she groaned, rolling her eyes at herself. “This sounds terrible, but I can’t remember what I was gonna say after that.” She blushed harder, chuckling in embarrassment. “Smooth,” she added, like a whistle admiring his skills.

Dean smiled, huffing a small laugh through his nose as he tucked Y/N’s hair behind her ear, “After all...this...I don’t want that life for you. And I want to be with you, so if you want, I’ll quit.”

“Yeah?” she blushed, grinning harder as she snuggled into his side. “And what would that life look like, I wonder?”

“Some quiet little town, maybe,” Dean opened his arm up so she could snuggle in closer and then rested his arm, scooping her tight into him. “Gotta have a local bar, of course; maybe I could get a mechanic job or something.”

“Mechanic?” she asked, looking up at him with a quirk of her brow. “You good with cars or just like ‘em?”

“Used to stay with a guy called Bobby when I was a kid - wish you could have met him - and he had a salvage yard and always had some busted up thing he was working on,” Dean smiled with nostalgia. “Probably knew my way around most engines before I was even a teenager.”

“I took auto mechanics in high school, but I’ve forgotten most of it,” she chuckled broadly. “But I suppose I could always run the office of your shop,” she joked cheerily.

“Have our little family business auto shop?” Dean smiled, letting his mind run away with the thought. “Get Sam to do all the techy side, run the website, and stuff,” he chuckled. “Gene can do customer service; I’m sure she’d love that.”

“It’s a nice dream,” Y/N readily agreed with a dreamy sigh.

“I mean, it probably wouldn’t be exactly that,” Dean chuckled in admittance before turning slightly as he gazed at Y/N. “But it doesn’t necessarily have to be a dream.”

“Okay,” Y/N blinked. “But...how can you get the money? I mean, it’s not like you can get a loan when you’re somehow both dead and wanted...for like the umpteenth time,” she laughed with a shrug.

“Ah...details,” Dean shrugged off nonchalantly before laughing softly. “Worry about that when it comes to it.”

She stared at him silently for a moment before smiling softly, “I love you,” she said, her voice tender and comfortable as if she’d said it a thousand times before.

Dean smiled, his heart swelling to impossible degrees. With a slow blink, cupping Y/N’s face again, he leaned forward and gently pulled her into a tender kiss. 

He ghosted over her lips, his eyes looking deep into hers, “I love you too.”

-

Sam sat in the Library, his laptop open in front of him, a long table lamp illuminating his workspace. He was desperately searching for a case, anything. He needed to get out of the Bunker and get some space.

It had been three days since he’d recovered with the help of Rowena, three days since he’d knocked on Gene's door and received a text message. But she hadn’t come out, hadn’t talked to him, and it was eating him alive. Not to mention, anytime he got in the same room as Y/N, she’d jump, flinch, or cower closer to Dean, still afraid of him.

He felt terrible. He knew it wasn’t his fault he got back on the demon blood. But he gave in to it. He was that monster again. He sighed, emptying the contents of his crystal glass before quickly refilling it, focusing once more on finding anything to occupy him.

Dean strolled into the Library in search of Sam. Y/N had gone to bed for the evening, so he decided to seize the opportunity for him to actually talk properly to his little brother. Spotting him at one of the tables, he made his way over.

“Are you...working?” Dean asked, puzzled at the all too familiar sight of Sam scouring for a case.

Sam glanced up at his brother, grunting out a ‘yeah’ before taking another swig and focusing on the screen before him.

“Okay...…” Dean said tentatively, slowly lowering himself into a chair opposite Sam. “Are you sure that’s wise?”

“I don’t see why not,” he responded, his eyes still glued to the screen. “It is our job, in case you forgot.”

“Oh, believe me, I haven’t forgotten,” Dean snapped, rolling his eyes. “I completely understand getting out there, escape, kill some fucking monster, and get all that frustration out. But… you sure you want to risk potential separation anxiety amongst everything else you’re feeling?”

Sam paused from his reading, looking at Dean over the laptop's top before slumping back in his chair with a defeated sigh. “I wasn’t even thinking about that,” he breathed, running a hand through his hair. “Damnit,” he groaned, leaning forward and dropping his head to the table with a light thunk.

“Pour yourself another drink there, little brother,” Dean sighed sympathetically.

“She sent me a text,” he groaned, his forehead still on the table as he spoke to the floor. “After the spell, she sent me a text. A-and I haven’t seen or heard from her since,” he sighed, lifting his head and looking at his brother, appearing as that tiny, frail child Dean remembered from so long ago. 

“And Y/N...she’s afraid of me. Like, really afraid of me. She flinches every time I come around,” Sam sighed defeatedly. “I don’t know what to do.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, his heart breaking somewhat for Sam but trying to turn his big brother's brain on. “Well, you have been stomping around here like a kid mid-tantrum, so Y/N’s probably still freaked,” Dean offered, trying to inject some form of his familiar humor and bring a sense of normality to the situation. “So once you’ve calmed down a bit...I’m sure she’ll come around in time.”

He waited a moment to gauge Sam’s reaction to that. It was a silent one but with a small glimmer of that familiar bitch face, which spurred Dean to continue.

“As for...Gene’s text. Well, did you text her back?”

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking at his lap as he pouted slightly, “I didn’t know what to say,” he mumbled. “She said: I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I can’t tell you what to say,” Dean shrugged helplessly. “She’s shown she’s comfortable speaking that way, so why not try?”

Sam sighed, nodding, “Okay,” he relented, his sadness slowly changing into determination. “I’ll try to be less upset around here. But could you talk to Y/N? Please?”

“It's not a problem,” Dean nodded, then nodded impatiently again. “Go on, then, text her!”

“Fine.” 

Sam rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone, and brought up the message with Gene. His thumbs hovered as he tried to figure out just what to say. A million things flitted through his mind, and he’d retract them all. He began typing, only to delete it, groaning and shuffling in his seat as he visibly grew agitated. 

Finally, he typed a message and hit send, tossing his phone on the table as if it’d burnt him.

I miss you.

“Ball’s in her court now,” Dean said, smiling at Sam reassuringly. He did have a feeling deep down that Gene would respond; he just now really hoped that feeling was right.

“How are things on your end?” Sam asked awkwardly, trying to fill the silence and release the tension instead of focusing on staring at his phone.

“Uh…” 

Dean scratched his head. Of course, he wanted to gush to Sam about how great things were between him and Y/N right now, gushing like a teenage girl, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it would only make Sam feel worse, considering his situation. 

“It’s uh….yeah, we’re good, it’s all...g-good.”

“Dean,” Sam chuckled slightly, leaning his forearms on the table. “You being happy makes me happy. Just...spill, man. " He laughed a little harder.

“Well...I mean…” Dean laughed somewhat awkwardly, guilt panging in his chest. Still, it didn’t take long for him to relent, “She’s amazing, Sam...We talked about a life after all this, you know? A normal one...no hunting… and she said she loved me. Must be crazy, obviously…” he chuckled again, but his cheeks pinkened.

Sam’s eyes widened, but a small smile still tugged at his lips. “Wait a minute,” he said, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it. “You—Dean Winchester—are considering...retirement?” Sam teased with a laugh, “Who are you, and what did you do with my brother?”

“Oh c’mon,” Dean protested jokingly. “I think it’s safe to say I’ve earned it. Besides...Y/N doesn’t deserve a hunter’s life; I’m gonna do better by her.”

Sam smiled knowingly, “You said it back, didn’t you?”

“Course I did,” Dean said quickly as if it were apparent. “Because I do.”

“Are you serious, though?” Sam asked, perking up with interest. “About walking away from it? All of it? For good?”

Dean smiled softly before looking at Sam seriously, “Yeah, yeah, I think I am.”

A loud buzz suddenly met their ears as the screen on Sam’s phone lit up with a new message.

Sam’s eyes widened as they locked on his phone. He was frozen in place, his mouth slightly agape. The light on the phone faded, but it still sat untouched, Sam unmoving.

Dean’s eyes were also wide as he froze on the spot. Very slowly, his eyebrows descended into an impatient frown, and Dean snapped with an animated wave of his arms, “Well, read it!”

Sam jumped at the sound of his voice as if he’d forgotten he was even there. He swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he slowly reached forward and retrieved his phone. He let out a long, slow exhale before opening the message.

Are you up to talking?

Sam let out a harsh laugh before closing his eyes and smiling. He quickly opened them again and typed out his response.

Now?

He looked up at Dean with a giddy grin, the light of hope back in his eyes.

Promptly, the phone buzzed again before Dean could drop the smug told ya so comment he had prepared.

Twenty seconds before I change my mind.

Sam smiled broadly as he opened the message before his eyebrows shot up. He stood from his chair so quickly it fell backward, and he sprinted down the hall.

“Hey!” Dean yelled after Sam, who promptly ignored him. Dean scoffed, shaking his head and laughing to himself, “I told you so!!”

Dean couldn’t believe that they were going to do it - they were going to quit hunting. He’d always dreamed of an everyday life and of finding his soulmate. But he had long abandoned hope that he even had one. Now, he held hope for a bright future, with Y/N at his side and maybe Gene and Sam next door or close by. He could look forward to a better tomorrow and leave the past behind him.

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[p1nkcanoe]

I'm inviting myself into your inbox and building a nest like a really tall bird. Don't worry, I bring snacks. Anyway, your fic Love Like Ghosts is taking up so much of my brain, do you have any more thoughts on it? Do Mountain and Swiss ever find out what was happening? Does it become something he looks forward to? Does Aether ever reveal his mischief?

ooo yay!! I’ll be sure to drop by every hour just to drop by and share little snacks. and eventually i'll work up the confidence to sit and stay for a while <3

and speaking of love like ghosts, i'm glad you asked because i've had a few silly little thoughts. nsfw stuff under the cut, you know the drill... lets discuss.

first of all, aether definitely works open the lock of his door shortly after it all ends, closes it behind him before anyone can follow him in. i like to imagine him walking towards his bed slowly, a poisonous and amused smirk on his lips as he takes in the pathetic sight of the multi ghoul shaking and covered in his mess. swiss can barely life his head, his body is exhausted and his muscles feel like jelly. he hears aeth come in, listens to his footsteps as he comes closer, and his body flushes hot with embarrassment at the feeling of his eyes burning hot into his sweaty skin.

"what do we have here, huh?" aeth says once he reaches the edge of the bed. he places a hand against his spine and before he even makes contact that tingle of quintessence is there like a million tiny needles. swiss shivers, anticipating something but he doesn't exactly know what. the ghost cock? aeth's? something else? aeth chuckles as he peers at his backside, running his hand over the curve of his ass and down his thigh so that he can drag a finger back up through the leaking drip of mountain's cum. “guess mountain wasn’t tired after all.”

and suddenly everything clicks. well, kind of. swiss has a lot of questions, the first of many being “how???”

___

now, what if now that swiss knows the tricks of aether's little game that he gets very quickly intrigued with the possibilities and the vast potential? (did this sentence even make sense..? idk lmao)

lets just say he gets acclimated to the static of quintessence up his spine, has figured out the invisible timer that ticks down before he’s fucked within an inch of his life, and starts to look forward to it. there’s something so erotic about knowing your packmate is fucking himself the way he likes it, abusing a fleshlight that appeared out of nowhere, and apparently liking it a little more than he liked. and swiss has created a pornographic scene for himself, too. he's been fucked in the privacy of his own room, fucked in the shower, fucked in the common room with another ghoul feet away... there's a thrill in it and he can't get enough.

and maybe swiss gets curious and a little too horny for his own good and sneaks into both dew’s and rain’s rooms while they’re sleeping just to steal their favorite toys and return them later on, hexxed and tethered to his own body. and maybe he also manages to steal a strap or two from the ghoulettes just for a little fun. needless to say, aether gets really good at manipulating his magick and swiss has never cum more in his life. and right when he thinks that it couldn’t possibly get any better, a box shows up on his desk, the picture on the front: a pocketpussy in a clear shell speckled with glitter. premium, realistic silicone, it reads in bold, red font. stuck to the top is a sticky note:

“this one’s for you, choose wisely”

[ask-ikevamp-faust]

I’m so glad you know my heart and soul only sing for you, my love. You truly have nothing to worry about… besides the fact that I’m not going to go easy on you now that you’ve responded so deliciously to my teasing. Perhaps I’ll slip you a scandalous note over breakfast, sit on your lap, or even sneak some heated kisses throughout the day, only to pull away when you begin to respond. I’m relatively small and fast, so even if you chased after me I’m sure I could try to slip away. You seem like you'd enjoy the thrill of hunting after me anyways.

For the collection sets, I was mostly looking at the Navy collection, as it matches your dark blue and rose gold preferences. However, I completely agree with your desire to expand our horizons. That being the case, I also love the aesthetics of the French Raw Silk, Rose Gold Classics, Sage Green and/or Scarlet Princess collections. What do you think of those?

Hearing about pet play from you is very interesting. As I've mentioned before, our pasts are tragically similar in some ways. I've had to be fully responsible and completely in control of myself from a very young age. So, for me, submission is a very pleasurable but highly conditional thing; I could act as a dominant figure for anyone, but I'm only able to submit to someone I fully trust and respect. The list of people that meet the criteria is not long, but you happen to be on it.

I agree that the cage and the bowl would be a bit much, but I’d be lying if I said your interest and description of this kink didn't intrigue me. I'm happy to explore it more with you and I’d certainly wear the accessories, even if it was just to dress up for you. Funnily enough, my friends have described me as a rather cat-like person, so that would be a rather fitting choice. I can be very aloof and analytical around strangers or enemies, but I’m warm, cuddly, and curious around those close to me. However, even if it isn’t tied to pet play, I definitely do have a breeding kink….

Master is a wonderful choice, and I do love the description of the fantasy. It’s not silly at all; it’s actually almost exactly what I had pictured. The other that I had in mind fits more closely with a classic scene from literature, except, of course, you’d have my full consent beforehand.

On a moonlight night, the vampire creeps through the window to sink his fangs into the tender neck of the maiden who has caught his eye, rousing her from the depths of slumber into his wicked embrace….

If it piques your interest, I can always describe it more in depth. How does that sound, my soul?

- L

(Before I shove my foot directly into my mouth, for “things I’d like to include” are you asking which kinks I plan to touch on? Or just general plot things? Either way, I can absolutely let you know. I’m genuinely enjoying the rp, thank you 🌙admin! 💜)

(Questions to recipient from admin)

Before I continue the in-character response there is something I want to discuss.

I realize there’s probably reasons you’d like to remain anonymous, I respect that. However, if the contents of the exchange go deeper into the NSFW topic, I begin to have a concern about age. Mainly that because it has been anonymous, I can’t verify anything. Seeing an age in someone’s bio/pinned post is the most I can do to verify age. I don’t want you to reveal yourself in a public way, especially if that’s not something you’re comfortable with. It’s also not something important to anyone else except to me as admin, so I am requesting a private DM in order to see your bio/pinned post. It would honestly stop my overthinking and give me peace of mind.

I’m sure you saw, I’m currently working on a detailed “NSFW rules” specific post. Until I finish that I’ll have to address things individually but this is the way I’m going to approach NSFW content with anons moving forward if they desire content further than suggestive/flirty. I hope you can understand my perspective and that this doesn’t discourage you from sending anything else.

Thank you 🌙💙

PS: To answer your questions, both things actually. A list of kinks would be great! And then I’d appreciate it if you could give me an overview on how detailed you’d like the NSFW rp to go. On a spectrum, I guess the lightest would be just discussing kink interest and sharing ideas, on the other end however it’s a more detailed exchange on the sexual encounters between the parties involved. If it’s easier, you can just respond to this in DM as well.

[strideofpride]

as i was scrolling tumblr last night while the edible hit, i happened to be online at the same time as you, and let me tell you. it is always a small moment of joy when that happens. it's like a little fireworks show every time you are reblogging your heart out. like the sky of my dash is awash in light, until it eventually peters out, and is over. it's always a little disappointing at that point because that means the bright spectacle is done. but then i look forward to the next time i open the app and get to constantly refresh in real time as more fun little novelties show up on my screen.

i told myself that, if i remembered this thought today while i was no longer high, that i should tell you. and now that i've typed it all out, i am second guessing myself a little lol, but i think it's nice to learn about the little ways we have impact in other people's lives so i'm hitting submit anyway.

This is truly such a beautiful way to describe me doomscrolling until I catch up with my dash lol. I may cry actually! I’m so glad you sent this incredibly kind and lovely message. It’s always nice to have a reminder that your life does matter and that other people get something from your presence. I love seeing you in my notifications and seeing what you’ve chosen to reblog btw. It’s always a little thrill to know one of my silly reblogs has pleased you! Thank you so much for sending this ❤️❤️❤️

[generic-sonic-fan]

Hey!!!! How about that? I hit 300 without even realizing it.

Thank you all so much for being here. I'm glad that others can share in my appreciation of robots from the Sonic franchise. Oh, and I guess some of the fleshy characters, too, I suppose.

Something for you all to look forward to is the release of my fan novel, Complex Inquiries, towards the end of November! That's the tentative ETA, anyway. I've been so thrilled with the response all of my deranged teasing about the project has been getting, and I'm even more excited to finally share it with you.

I started the project, and this blog, in December of 2022, so needless to say it's been a long time coming. You guys have made both the fic and this blog an absolute joy to produce. Thanks for enjoying the thoughts from my brain!

[starry-knight-coffins]

OKAY SO I wanted to ask what was that made you think about making the vacation ACNH themed? I feel like it's something strange to think of and very creative actually, the fact that you were able to think about stuff for the themed days was actually so cool and the fact that there was always Leoide around even where I'd struggle to fit it, you did. When i first read the title i wasn't expecting much, but the fanfic is actually amazing and is now one of my favorites and i can't wait until it's done!! Happy half anniversary for Leona Crossing: New Shroud Horizons, yayyyy

Hi hewwo Astro!!! Thanks for dropping by yippee!!!

SO like. The acnh theme is partially like self projecting lol. When I first got to play on a switch I was able to play acnh and honestly really loved it. Spent all summer addicted to acnh. Just the simplicity of catching bugs, fishing, hitting lads with nets, and filling my beach front with junk I just "couldn't sell" was the best thing ever. So I kinda thought like, what if Idia was addicted to acnh (projecting), and what if Leona was jealous of that?? The only thing that could pull me away from acnh was pretty much other acnh things (looking up acnh clothes designs online lol) so I thought it'd be neat if Leona and Idia followed the same pipeline where Leona gets Idia away from his switch through the introduction of an acnh themed event. So, tada!! Acnh leoide vacation! I'm glad to hear you found it cool tho!! I was acnh and leoide delusional I just merged my interests lol. I wonder how my villagers are doing now... (Haven't visited in two months)

Planning out the themed days has honestly been the funnest part, and a few of the themed days I planned that I was looking forward to is coming up! All I had to do was think of things I enjoyed doing in acnh and just... Translate it to the fic, I guess? Seashell gathering was fun, so leoide had a beach walk. I also really enjoyed fishing, so I got them to fish in a pool! They could've caught normal bugs in the bug chapter, but I had so much fun snacking comrades with nets that I thought the shrouds should have the same thrill lol. I almost included diving, but the only pleasure of diving in acnh is just the sight of the endless blue. Getting another hunk of seaweed isn't fun... Anyway yeah, you'll see the rest of my favorite acnh activities soon enough hehe!!

I'm so yippee to hear Leona crossing is like, one of your favorites like yeah!!! That's so cool to hear saying that this is my first fanfic and everything YEAHHH!!!!! AMAZING WOOO!!! Makes me really happy that you've enjoyed my passion project like fr fr!! Can't wait till this is done myself :3c I have some neat plans....... And some of these later chapters I've had planned since the beginning so I'm excited to get to em lol.

Thank you for joining me for the half anniversary of Leona crossing yo!! I hope you'll keep following my silly fic :D

And also, before you go. 🥭 Mango for you

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 8: Sunday Vibes ☀ (Longer Part)

The journey didn't take very long and Bella and Mortimer quickly arrived at their destination. “Oh, look, Darlene and Arlo have just arrived too"/ ‘Mhm.’ Mortimer glanced to the side. Of course, he had known them since he was a child and they had developed a good friendship in the meantime. But since they had started sixth form, their interests and contacts had diverged a little.

Bella ran straight to them, while Mortimer ran a little further ahead. “Hey, you two, nice to see you"/ ”Oh, you're here too? I didn't expect to see you here, I thought you might still be lying in love in some corner"/ ”thihi… No. I really wanted to come here today"/ ‘Mortimer didn't look so enthusiastic’/ ”Oh man, Darlene, can we finally go to the roller rink?” Arlo seemed to be looking forward to this Sunday outing too.

Sure, Mortimer didn't think much of large company, but the weekends were usually the only opportunity to spend more time with friends. Katharina was one of them, but she hadn't ended up in the same class as the others. “You're out in the sun, Mortimer? Wow, I'm thrilled” / ‘hnhn, yeah, I can hardly believe it either,’ he joked.

“Is Bella here too?"/ ”Yes, she's still standing there chatting with Darlene. Tell me… Do you actually have a mini-job that you go to after school?"/ ‘No, I honestly haven't thought about it yet.’/ ‘Well, if you're looking for something, I'm at the wellness center after school and earn quite well there’/ ”Really? O.K.”.

Katharina really liked the tip about the wellness center. Mortimer's work there had earned him the money to renovate his room. After the conversation with her was over, he looked for Bella. She was trying to keep her balance on roller skates. He was amused by the sight, but stifled a laugh and got himself an ice cream instead.

VJ and Arlo also seemed to want to try their luck. At some point, a warning voice sounded from the background: “Hey, there are too many people on the area, you have to follow the rules, didn't you see the sign?”. To avoid collisions and accidents, only a maximum of 5 people are allowed to use the track. But apparently this was ignored a little today.

While Mortimer ate his ice cream, someone he had seen at school sat next to him on the bench. He was silent the whole time, staring into the distance, until he got a message on his phone: “Can't she leave me alone?”/ “Who?” He didn't really want to ask the question out loud, but he did. “My mother”. Mortimer's stomach tightened briefly. But then he couldn't hold back his words. “Be glad you still have one!”.

Mortimer stood up slowly while the boy standing next to him put his phone back in his pocket. “What did your mother do that was so terrible that you're in such a mood?"/ ‘ph, who cares?’/ ”well…me maybe? Like I said, you're lucky to have another mom… Although I have to say I don't miss mine much. By the way, my name is Mortimer, Mortimer Goth”.

“Goth? That's a joke, isn't it?"/ ”No, not for once. Our name has existed longer than the subculture that many celebrate"/ ”Oh… Interesting. I'm Jake Francisco, and I happen to like this culture"/ ‘Francisco? Are you related to…’/ ‘The mayor, right’/ ‘OUCH, VJ, watch where you're putting your foot!!!’/ ‘Bella?’.

Mortimer was a little worried, her voice sounded really distorted with pain. “Is everything OK?"/ ”Yes, I'm fine. VJ was just being clumsy and stepped on my foot…"/ ‘Should I step on his for that?’/ ‘hnhn, no, I'm coming out now anyway’.

Jake likes to make himself the center of attention from time to time. Does he have an attention problem? Sure, he wants to make himself popular and is quite successful with some people. But with some people, he falls a little flat on his face. “hi, I'm Jake and you? “Bella bachelor and not interested"/ ‘hey, was I flirting?’..

.“No, I'm sure you didn't, but you probably would if my boyfriend wasn't around, wouldn't you?"/ ”Oh… You're together? OK, then it's all clear and I'm not interested, Bella bachelor…"/ ”That's fine then. “/ “What? No way…” Mortimer suddenly shouted into the conversation. “What's going on, Mortimer?"/ ‘Look at your phone, I'm sure you have a message too“.

Bella also picked up her phone and looked at the notifications. A message had arrived there, addressed to all her friends. “They really did it?"/ ‘Who did what?’/ ‘My, well, my foster parents, they got married, just like that, without guests,’/ ‘What happened to your real parents?’/ ‘Died like mine,’ Morimer said quickly and in an almost indifferent tone.

Jake apologized and hurriedly said goodbye because he had to go to the toilets. “Mortimer…what did you talk to him about"/ ”not much yet. He just seems to have quite a problem with his mother. And I told him he should be glad he still has one…"/ ”hh… Oh, darling. Shall we get something to eat and go back?"/ ‘O.k.’.

Bella knew that when Mortimer brooded a lot, he always withdrew a little. Even at dinner. “I don't know this Jake very well. His sister is in our class, she's all right. I think… I just hope he's not a bad influence on him.”

When Jake came back from the restroom, he watched Bella and her boyfriend eat for a moment. Is he really as unpleasant a person as she suspects? Or is he just curious and likes to make new contacts? Only time will tell. Everyone has a story, big or small.

Later. Bella accompanied Mortimer home before calling a cab herself that bring her home. When they arrived at the house, it was quiet at first. But then they heard the typical noises of a loving couple from upstairs.Bella had to smile a little sheepishly. “They're having a lot of fun“/”That's right. Do you think… you could be here again next weekend?”.

She looked at him, tilting her head a little to one side. “You mean…to spend the night with you again? Hn, if they allow me to again, then of course I'd love to… “. He stroked her back again and pinched his lips together for a moment. “You know, this morning, there… I really wanted more, but…"/ ”You just had a full bladder, hnhn, it's okay. But… Next time…”, her voice was sweetly challenging. “Yes?"/ ‘Maybe I'll show you a bit more of me then , hn?’.

For Mortimer, her words were like music to his ears. And his thoughts went completely crazy. Then she kissed him goodbye, which was again so intense that everything inside him began to glow. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to resist her. And the feeling was definitely mutual “see you at school tomorrow, Morty”/ “mhm, sleep well”/ “maybe I'll write you a message later, okay?”. / “maybe? You do it every night, hnhn”.she had to grin a little. Yes, that was simply part of her daily ritual. “I'm going now… Will you let go of me?"/ ‘No“.. They joked around for a while until the cab called for Bella.

Meanwhile in Agnes' and Stiles' bedroom. “And you've really checked to see if now is the right time?"/ ‘well…I'm not 100 percent sure, but according to the ovarian test and my temperature…we might get lucky’/ ‘we've been trying for so long, and…’/ ”let's just wait and see, okay? Just don't stress"/ ”that's my line, Agi, hn. I love you”. A baby would make their happiness perfect.

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In the End it Will All Return as Scars ch. 5

One With the Weave

BG3/BTS crossover crackfic

Rating: MATURE

Captured by mind flayer explorers and transported with them to their own universe, Sara and her 'husbands' must now traverse a new world, trying to find one another, purge themselves of mind flayer parasites, and discover a way back home.

Gale weathers the teasing of his new companions, and the group grows once again. All his not harmonious, however, as not everyone is thrilled by this new arrival.

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The company may not have any exceptional healers, but it is certainly full of exceptional individuals. Shadowheart is a lovely woman, observant and enigmatic as an owl, and you notice something very unusual about Astarion right off the bat. You will have to ask him later, about how he is managing himself with all this daylight. Perhaps he has hit upon the recipe for an extra strength sun cream? If so, you want some for yourself. Being cooped up in a tower all day does poorly by your complexion.

Kara-Turans aren't unknown in Faerun, but this far west they are very rare, even in the biggest cities. You look forward to learning about whichever of the many elusive eastern cultures Hoseok hails from. Sara has said he is special, but that may just be her heart talking.

Sara herself is charming and attentive, watching you with rapt curiosity as you describe your beautiful home city of Waterdeep. She obviously has some druidic background, if the shillelagh tied to her hand with vines is any indication. But you cannot for the life of you, guess where she is from. While she is clearly 'with' the Kara-Turan, Hoseok, she just as clearly cannot be from Kara-Tur. Not by looks alone, but her accent is utterly unplaceable. Perhaps she will tell you about it eventually.

“So,” Astarion drawls as you walk. “We've picked up a wizard who managed to get stuck in one of his own portals? Hardly a promising introduction.”

“I've heard you can't squeeze blood from a stone, but apparently you can get a wizard from one.” Shadowheart quips.

“Might I just mention that I was attempting to cast a spell from inside a mind flayer pod as it was falling from the sky?” you gripe. “As soon as either of you manage such a feat, then you may heckle me for my performance.”

“Besides, it's better than pretending to call for help and then trying to kill the first fool who actually tries to help you. Talk about self sabotaging.” Sara accuses.

“I'm glad you've recognized that you're the fool.” Astarion shoots back.

“I don't know how to impress upon you that that is still a jerk move, regardless of my intellectual status.”

“Oh now we're breaking out the big words?”

“What did you do?” Hoseok asks, half-moon eyes narrowing down.

“Nothing at all! There's not a scratch on her!” Astarion protests. “Well...none that I put on her anyway.”

Sara is bruised and scraped, but doesn't actually seem angry at Astarion. In fact, there is a dance of mischief in her gray eyes. She is teasing him. So that's what you are dealing with.

Broken traps litter the roadside here and there, as well as a party of dead goblins who might have fallen afoul of the intellect devourers. Shadowheart gathers a supply pack from the little corpses, while Hoseok and Sara look away.

You are not bloodthirsty by any means, but any mage of influence has to understand the ways and consequences of battle. These two act like they've never seen it before. Sara is armed, but just barely, Hoseok has no visible weaponry, nor the trappings of a mage. Neither is wearing clothes or shoes made for travel, in fact, Sara is in literal rags. Your time on the nautiloid ship was very unpleasant, but if this was the fate of those who broke free to fight, perhaps it was better that you had been stuck in your pod until the crash.

The murmur of voices up the path quiets you, drawing your group cautiously forward.

“You think it's dangerous?” asked one in a hushed voice.

“Of course it's dangerous!” another insisted. “One of them carved up Zorru's whole squad!”

“So let's leave it!”

“And let the goblins have it? No, we take it to the grove.”

Two tieflings come into view as you edge closer, as well as a cage trap, hanging from a tree. Standing within the cage, glaring down what little nose she has, is a being you never expected to actually see in person.

“My word.” you whisper. “is that a githyanki?”

“Ah! There she is!” Sara breathes, then hurries up the path on her own. Hoseok and Shadowheart reach out to grab her, but both miss.

“Zorru was right.” the taller tiefling glares up at the seething gith. “Yellow as a toad, and twice as ugly.”

“Oh, she's not so bad!” Sara chirps, boldly cheerful. “I like her eyes.”

She looks the tiefling up and down.

“You're not bad either!”

Both tieflings turn to stare at her. The gith immediately draws a small knife and begins working at the joints of the cage.

“Who the hells are you?” the smaller tiefling demands.

“Traveler.” Sara supplies. “As you can tell, I've had a hell of a day. I was worried I'd lost my friend, but I see you've found her.”

“You're with this creature?” the taller one exclaims.

“No call to be rude. She's my friend, and I know for a fact she hasn't hurt anybody around here.”

“One of her kind killed several of us!”

“It wasn't her though. She was with me the whole time. Your fellow didn't mention a green-haired human, did he?”

“Well...no...”

“And I know that you know better than to judge someone based on looks or race, right? Especially you.”

Affront creased the tieflings face.

“And what do you mean by that?”

Hoseok inches closer to you.

“Demons?” he whispers, clearly worried.

“No, Tieflings.” you explain. Though, with their horns, tails, and black sclera, they had superficial resemblance to some denizens of the lower planes, they were themselves, mere mortals. “They have a devil ancestor, but it's so far back it hardly matters. They're simply people otherwise.”

“Hm. Okay.” he says. Adjusting his clothes and smoothing his hair, Hoseok strides up the path, his vaguely haunted demeanor completely transformed. He heads straight to Sara's side, the irate tieflings staring her down, and gives a very polite bow. Then he smiles.

It's like watching the sun rise over the Abyss. Dazzling, arresting, full of mirth and cheer. The tieflings stop arguing with Sara, attention now focusing solely on him. Some kind of charm spell? So he has some tricks up his sleeve after all.

“Everyone.” he says warmly. “No need to fight. Our friend? She is...no trouble. We also are no trouble...we just... want our friend.”

“Ugh, fine!” the tiefling capitulates. “Just keep her out of trouble, all right? We need to go investigate that blast we heard anyway. And you...” he gestures at Sara. “You might be right, but you don't need to say it like that. Several of our people died at the hands of one of these creatures, and they are rare enough that none of us had ever heard of them before! It's not unreasonable to assume they were related.”

“No, it's not.” Sara admits. “Up until I told you that she was with me, and could not have been where your friends were.”

“We don't know you at all. But it looks like you need to see a healer. There are other druids nearby. Talk to Nettie and she can fix you up.”

“Oh? Well thank you!”

“Thank you so much!” Hoseok calls energetically to the retreating tieflings, who move past you and the others with befuddled expressions. The gith woman drops from the cage as they leave.

“Oh, thank goodness you're all right!” Sara exclaims.

The gith dusts herself off.

“I'd say it was auspicious that the tadpole hadn't yet scrambled all your senses, but I am not sure that is the case.”

Hoseok carefully grasps Sara's shoulders, ready to pull her away.

“She protected me on the ship.” Sara explains.

“And she begins to regret it.” the gith snarks.

“I mean, you could still be in that cage. Those guys coulda just killed you. If we hadn't distracted them, you'd still be stuck in there.”

“I could easily handle such uncommitted foes.”

“I know you could. And then what?”

The gith rolls her golden eyes.

“That tadpole consumes more with every moment we waste prattling here. My people possess a cure for this infection. We must find a creche. You will join me.”

“Lies.” Shadowheart interrupts, and Hoseok pulls Sara back. “Just get rid of her.”

The gith spares Shadowheart a single glance of utter contempt as Sara shakes free.

“The hell is your problem, guys? She hasn't done anything. Anyway, what is a creche? A githyanki village?”

“Nothing so simple. It is a hachery, a training grounds, a shelter. Many things. Githyanki protocol is very clear: when infected with a ghaik tadpole, we must report to a caretaker for purification.”

You could all be saved. That is what she is offering you, in repayment for her freedom. If, of course, she can be trusted at her word.

You know precious little about githyanki; most who encounter them do not live to tell the tale. They are otherworldly, most of their civilization laying outside of the material world and deep within the Astral Plane. They are martially advanced and extremely territorial and xenophobic, though they have managed to strike up partnerships with entire groups of red dragons, creatures no less territorial than they. A great and dreadful queen rules them all, rumors stating that she might well be a god in her own right.

There is little else otherwise, and you can't help but to be curious about whatever little slivers of information she feels willing to share with you. To walk inside a githyanki creche, where so few have been before, compels you.

“Perhaps we should.” you offer. You hunger for rare knowledge. A reflection of perhaps your worst habits.

“There's no point in showing a mad dog kindness!” Shadowheart insists. “It will still bite you in the end.”

“You've a sharp tongue elf.” the gith woman snaps. “Would that your mind proved its equal.”

“Half-elf. Though I suppose the finer details are lost on a creature like you.”

“What's gotten into you?” Sara asks, Hoseok still poised to pull her to safety, but no longer touching her. “It makes sense that the githyanki would have a cure for this; they fight ilithids all the time. They're like ancestral enemies.”

The gith glances back to her.

“How do you know that?” she asks.

“Um...I read a lot.” Sara mumbles.

“Well. It's true. Our hatred for the ghaik is generations long and unquenchable.”

“Then why haven't you shared this cure with others?” Shadowheart demands. “If you hate them so much, why allow them to reproduce at all? If everyone had this so-called 'cure', they wouldn't be able to replenish their numbers, and you could wipe them out all the quicker!”

“And you think you deserve this sacred knowledge? You think you can demand from us that which you have done nothing to earn? I have already offered this cure, yet you spurn it and then have the audacity to demand it anew?”

“Guys!” Sara shouts. The two women fall silent, and even Astarion drops his amused smile. “Aiyah...Didn't those two say there were goblins out here? We found those dead ones, but there might be more, so maybe we shouldn't be out here arguing up a storm, all right? If there actually is a creche nearby, we can check it out and see if they'll help us. If so, that takes care of the problem entirely. If not, then we keep looking.”

“The horned ones mentioned a camp, and a 'Zorru' who has seen githyanki.” the gith says. “A creche must be near. We will find out where this Zorru has seen my kin.”

“Keep in mind, this other gith may simply be another escaped from the ship.” you say.

“Yeah, we need to keep our options open, just in case it doesn't pan out.” Sara says. “But we shouldn't ignore a creche if there is one.”

“Good.” the gith says. “You have made an ally from creche K'liir. Few know such fortune. You may call me Lae'zel.”

“Gale.” you introduce yourself.

“Astarion.”

Hoseok hesitates.

“Hobi.”

Oh? Some of the complex cultures of Kara-Tur do employ multiple names, based on who one is talking to at the time. Perhaps that is why he doesn't call Sara by her name.

“Fools.” Shadowheart grumbles. “She'll lead us all to our deaths.”

“You are free to leave at any time.” Lae'zel points out.

“Oh, no, no. Someone here has to actually think before they act. Ugh, let's just go. Maybe this 'Nettie' they mentioned can be of some help.”

Shadowheart storms back down the path, Astarion watching with open amusement.

“I don't get it.” Sara says. “She was fine until she saw you. Do you know each other?”

“The first being I have met upon this world is you. And despite your obvious shortcomings, you still have more brains in your head than she. Perhaps the tadpole is at a more advanced stage within her.”

“It's just weird. But we really should go. Me and Hobi might have been able to bluff those two, but if they come back, they might decide they were wrong the first time.”

“They would be easily defeated.”

“Maybe, but I'd really, really rather not. It would be wasteful.”

Sara wanders back down the path after Shadowheart and Astarion.

“Thank you.” Hoseok says to Lae'zel with another polite bow. “For protecting her.”

“You're one of the men she mentioned she was looking for, aren't you?” Lae'zel surmises with an appraising look. “Hmph. Do not expect me to always be here to do your job for you.”

He rocks back in surprise, anger thinning his lips, but he ultimately swallows it down and goes to join the others.

“A bit unfair perhaps.” You point out.

“We are all doomed if we remain as lax as that.” she says. “Any githyanki as hale and strong as he appears to be would die of shame at such a failure. He need not thank me; he needs to make me redundant. Though I doubt such a thing is possible for such beings as walk this land.”

You chuckle. Her acerbic tone might have been shocking, had you not expected it from your readings. That may also be why Sara took it in stride too, though you can't help but wonder where she read it. Druids are not known for their bookishness, and the tome you found the information in is obscure and not widely available.

“Perhaps. Maybe we will surprise you.”

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Hi! I’ve been reading your fic the sea never dies series for the first time and I’m so hyped!!! I love everything about it and tbh Toru changing so much but not being able to recognize that due to his 2 lives trying to merge together is so good!!! I love the differences and that he isn’t really an si oc where he does know the original plot (which I think would make him lose his shit so much faster than in the fic) and he doesn’t have to start from the ground up, which is common in other tropes. Instead we’re exploring deeper into the world and how it works which is so fun for me to read!!!

I was hoping the mc wasn’t going to have a romantic plotline but I’m glad to see it confirmed. Love an aro/ace king <3

I’m on wayfinders and I’m so happy to read more! Thank you so much for writing this and I’m savoring every detail! I’m already thinking about how I’m gonna reread it soon cuz it’s so good and I’m also preparing to scream about how good this fic is

I want you to know I've been staring at this message since you sent it... and absolutely screaming over it 😅

I'm thrilled to hear you enjoyed The Sea Never Dies series! I definitely had a ball working on it. I do think half the fun is that we, the audience, knows canon and how things would go--but obviously Toru doesn't, and so all his changes, the various ways he keeps everything from falling apart, is something we have cause to celebrate but nothing he thinks much of (... if that makes any sense). And you are 100% right!! He'd lose his shit if he knew how canon went, more so than him losing his shit as he does on rare occasion in the series itself.

One of the things I had fun with was what the ability to explore things on a deeper level that I might not have gotten otherwise, if I was starting from the very beginning. While it can certainly be fun to start from the beginning, it can also feel quite repetitive, I find, more so as a reader because you already read so many stories like that. (That said, there are also so many stories that take on a distinct route even though they involve having to build a character's strength from the beginning with no knowledge.) It's also not anything I thought about until you pointed it out! Funny how these things play out.

And fuck yeah!! We DO love an aro-ace king.

I hope you enjoy the rest of Wayfinders!! Everything starts coming together then and it was SO much fun to write, and I kind of miss it (as much as one can miss something when one is also potentially writing something based off of it). Anyway, I'm so glad to hear you've enjoyed the series thus far and all the various little details packed into it. I look forward to your screams--and I hope you enjoy your future rereads, if you decide to go that route!

And thank you so much for this message, too! It definitely made my week!

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hi suz! i'm sorry it's been a hot minute, it's been a little crazy on my end, and i didn't want you to think i was neglecting you! are you feeling any better? being sick is always the worst, but this time of year it definitely lingers much longer than anyone wants it to.

kdsbflkbdsglkdhas the hallmark christmas movies are basically always the same, but that's why i find them comforting. i like knowing that it's all going to turn out okay in the end lol very few stick with me, but the ones that stick definitely stick!

linstead <333333 i started watching chicago pd because i love sophia bush and totally loved linstead. i also love upsted...can you tell that i just love jay in general? lol i have...THOUGHTS about how they wrote him off but...anyway, i would definitely love to read your linstead fic 👀

pride and prejudice is just...brilliant. that feels like such a basic way to describe it, but that's what it is. jane austen was a genius. i have heard a lot about the chesapeake bay saga, and i'm glad to hear that you enjoy it! i love found family so i'll have to check it out!

i'm so excited that you'll be going to the eras tour multiple times next year! i love that journey for you! is there a certain set that you're most excited for? i can't wait to go the eras tour again next year, i'm already planning my outfit and my show is at the end of next year lol

ohhhhh romancy books! okay, uh i absolutely loved ashley poston's the dead romantics (i need to read the seven year slip). the bright falls series by ashley herring blake (deliah green doesn't care, astrid parker doesn't fail and iris kelly doesn't date) is super fun, as is the written in the stars series by alexandria bellefleur (written in the stars, hang the moon, count your lucky stars) and i always recommend emily henry for great romances. i also really like rachel lynn solomon and loved her latest, business or pleasure! i'd be happy to give more recs, just let me know what kind of books you're interested in!

awwwww i'm so glad that resonated with you 🧡 that means so much to me. oh, yes, once ss is over i'll definitely tell you what it is lol

how're things going with you? what has your week been like/what are you looking forward to? lots of love! - secret sleuth 🧡 🔎

Omg not at all! I know you have a life and all, and you're spoiling me with messages anyway, so don't worry! I am feeling better, but there's some lingering cough that I can't seem to get rid of. Soon I hope.

And yes, absolutely! You always know without fail that the main characters will end up together and there will be a happy ending. Sometimes that's exactly what you need.

Yeah that's the same reason I started watching it! And yeah I totally know what you mean, they really butchered his character. Okay, since you asked, this is the fic I'm still most proud of to this day, it's called Wish That You Were Here, and please feel no pressure to read it!

I'm so thrilled to just go, my friend and I had tickets for Lover Fest but it got cancelled because of Covid, so I am hoping nothing comes up this time! I'm super excited to scream the Cruel Summer bridge, obviously dreaming about my ideal surprise songs, but I'm really excited for the folklore and evermore sets, those are the ones we didn't really see live much and she made it so stunning. The willow in the movie is just wow (I'm speechless) and also my tears ricochet. I'm so excited to see those live. Which were your favorites the first time you went?? And don't remind me my original outfit idea fell through so now I'm not sure what I'm wearing. If push comes to shove I'll just wear my cruel summer t-shirt and jeans and do the lover heart around my eye or something haha.

Those all sound amazing and I will be checking them out! I've had emily henry on my list forever but then I saw some reviews that were like pretty negative and I have to admit in that moment that swayed me because I was pretty pressed for time at the time. But I'll have to give her a shot now that you mention it. Thank you so much for these recs!

My week was okay, I was still on sick leave till wednesday and then worked on thursday, friday and saturday. I took a nap yesterday that I only woke up from this morning. My neck hurts quite a bit, I think I strained a muscle because I'm sleeping with more pillows because of my cough. And I was working on my own ss gift, which is a little scary but mostly fun!

How about your week? Are you getting more into the festive spirit as the holidays approach?

Lots of love right back to you!