#sorry this took so long ahhhhhhhhhh

[felixknow]

i was thinking 16 with Han for the invisible ask game

16 is my favorite number and Han is my favorite boy so it fits<3

16. "I want to save us. I want to keep what we have. Why don't you care? Why won't you fight for us?"

Daisy omg you requested this on June 22nd, I am SO sorry it took me so long to get to it oh my god 😭 I'm also sorry that it's ANGST AHHHHHHHHHH

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Stable Girl!Joel and Sunshine

Joel trying to take care of her pregnancy cravings and needs. Massages, carrying her to see how the horses are doing, I googled how to make oatmilk ice cream and it could be doable, just need like butter or cashews to make it creamy ♥️♥️ I like the idea of Joel being taught how to do it by hand♥️ just for her!

Ah Strawberry ice cream?!

Love Language

pairing: The Stable Girl-Verse!joel miller x f!reader (Sunshine)

rating: F (talks of pregnancy/symptoms, joel is perfect)

a/n: AHHHHHHHHHH this SENT me anon 😭 the strawberrrriesssssss 😭

the stable girl masterlist | joel masterlist

“Again?” Joel’s voice sounded from behind you as you sat at the dining table in the middle of the night, scarfing down the chocolate cake Ellie baked as a “congratulations” for your newly announced pregnancy. You froze as he flicked the light on to get a better picture of the scene he was walking in on—you in your nightgown, your belly as round as a watermelon, chocolate frosting on your mouth.

“I had a craving,” you meekly justified your current state, bringing an amused grin to his face as he walked over, sleep tousling his hair and softening his eyes. Pressing his lips to your forehead, he pulled up a seat beside you and plucked your fork from your hand and shoveled a piece of cake into his mouth. “Who said I wanted to share, huh?”

“My apologies,” he smiled as he lifted a piece to your lips, his lazy grin growing wider as he watched your lips wrap around the fork, cleaning it off. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip to collect the chocolate frosting that rested there before sucking it off with a satisfied hum. “I love seein’ you like this.”

“Yeah?” You laughed and rolled your eyes at the compliment. “I’m sure I look like an absolute goddess right now.”

“You do to me,” he crooned, his hand reaching down to rub over your stomach through the cotton of your gown. “Carryin’ my baby. You couldn’t look more beautiful to me than right now.”

“You’re awfully sweet for being woken up in the middle of the night,” you cooed back with a smile, pinching his chin.

“One more bite and then you’re comin’ back upstairs with me,” he ordered, reaching for the fork to feed you a satisfying final bite before doing the same for himself.

Obeying his command, you let him take you back up to bed for the night, your sugary craving now satisfied and a new, sweeter craving dawned—a craving for Joel’s arms wrapped around you, lulling you to sleep.

“How’s baby Miller doin’?” Joel mumbled against your shoulder as he kept his lips pressed there, holding you from behind and rubbing your stomach.

“Starting to kick a lot,” you chuckled through your sleepiness. “And they apparently have quite the sweet tooth. I haven’t stopped craving sugar since the third trimester started.”

“Oh, I know,” he chuckled and hugged you closer. “Can’t wait to have her here with us.”

“Me neither.”

Joel stood in the kitchen, a piece of paper in front of him on the counter with a messily scribbled recipe he’d jotted down courtesy of Maria. With the cake long gone by now, you’d gone days without something sweet to fulfill your cravings. Though you didn’t make a fuss over it, Joel took it upon himself to remedy the situation with an attempt at homemade ice cream—strawberry, thanks to the community garden’s latest impressive harvest.

“Oof,” you came waddling inside the house from the backyard, your hands still wearing your gardening gloves as they supported your lower back. “I think I’m getting too pregnant to take care of my flowers,” you pouted as you found yourself a seat at the dining table to watch Joel as he shuffled around the kitchen. After a beat of no response, you huffed out, “Hello? Am I a ghost?”

“Huh?” He turned around with a frantic, flustered expression and seemed to just now realize you’d come inside. “Sorry. I’m just…why are recipes so damn hard to follow. What’s the damn difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon?”

“Well, one’s bigger,” you chuckled and found the strength and energy to stand up and waddle over to the sink, your gloves coming off so that you could wash up. Peering over his shoulder, you nosily studied what he was working on before catching a glimpse at the recipe sheet. Though his handwriting wasn’t the cleanest, you could clearly make out “Strawberry Ice Cream” as the title. “Are you making ice cream?”

Joel whipped his head over at the sound of your bright voice, your smile wide with delight.

“Yeah,” he sighed, disappointed that his surprise had been ruined. “Was tryin’ to keep it a surprise until after supper but—“

You tugged him into a hug so tight he worried for a moment that you’d crush him.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his neck as your face buried there. Joel chuckled and peeled himself from you enough to look you in the eye, his smile soft as he studied the appreciation written all over your face.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he laughed, leaning in to peck your lips. “Might fuck it up.”

“I have full faith in you,” you assured with your thumb and index pinching his chin. “Especially when I call Ellie in here to help you because I need that ice cream, my love. More than I need anything.”

“Oh, anything, huh?” He crossed his arms over his chest and turned playfully jealous in an instant. You laughed and stroked over his beard until his pour turned into a smile.

“Fine, almost more than anything.”

“Thank you,” he smiled into the kiss he planted upon your lips before tapping your ass lightly. “Now what were you sayin’ when you walked in?”

“Oh, I was just saying I don’t think I can look after my flowers anymore. My back is so sore these days—“

“Is it sore now?” He slid his hand up to rest on your lower back, his warm palm soothing over the aching muscle. When you let out a sigh of relief and rested your head on his chest, Joel felt a frenzy of affection swarm in his belly. “Baby,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Let me take you upstairs and fix you a bath.”

“No,” you objected, lifting your head off his chest. “I really need to fix up the nursery. Baby girl is gonna be here in six weeks.”

“I’ll get someone else to do it—“

“No, you already got someone else to cover my shifts at the stable, and the garden, and now you’re trying to take away my nesting?” you playfully scolded him, a smirk on your face.

“I just hate seein’ you work too hard. You’re already workin’ a miracle by bringin’ my baby into the world,” he frowned a bit, something he’d only ever let you see. “I’ll leave you to your nestin’ but not until you sit in a hot bath. Your back’ll thank me later.”

“Fine, it’s a compromise,” you grinned and pulled him down for another short but satisfying peck. “Okay, I’ll go upstairs for my bath while you and Ellie finish the ice cream.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Later on that night after having spent at least an hour in the bathtub and twice as long fussing over the nursery, Joel forced you to relax at the dinner table, bringing you a plate of the most tender roast you’d ever seen.

“Oh my god,” you beamed as you looked from the plate to his eyes. “You did this?”

“I’ve been workin’ on my cookin’,” he shrugged bashfully. “It ain’t exactly fine dinin’, but I thought you deserved a fancier dinner than what I normally throw together.”

“You—“ You grabbed his chin and turned his face towards you, your smile still bright and beaming. “You are the love of my life, Joel Miller.”

Joel looked touched, his smile soft and sweet, just like him—or at least the side of him that you knew.

“And you are my life. Everything I do, everything I got—“ He placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed. “Everything. It’s yours.”

“Don’t make me cry on my food,” you chuckled and wiped the tears that filled in your waterline. “It looks too good to ruin.”

Joel laughed. “You started it.”

[jymwahuwu]

Ahhhhhhhhhh reading sugar daddy jing yuan reminds me of sugar daddy blade...

Sugar daddy! Blade who loves spoiling you in return of you spending your time with him either his home or your home (to get panties)

He tells you that he doesn't really need to fuck your cunny...yet😌

Maybe sprinkle some jealousy in when he sees you interact with those college boys who don't even know how to pleasure you properly or entertain you with gifts like he does😫

-💦anon (uni started, life is getting busier but furina cheers me up)

💦nonny, sorry it took me so long to reply, I hope your college life is going well😘…Have you got Furina? She's the sweetest! And Blade, um I never thought he would be a sugar daddy before this. 👀💗

All I can think of is… Kafka and Silver Wolf set up an account for Blade on some kind of dating website. Blade was using his phone awkwardly and discovered that you liked his dating profile… and… matched with him? He doesn’t understand why you like it. It was a pretty blurry profile photo. It fully reflects that this old man who is over several hundred years old is at a loss for new dating models and electronic technology.

But hey <3 <3 You are thoughtful, young, and sweet. He can pay your bills and even your tuition. Blade doesn't care about his money.

Blade claims that he doesn't need that kind of service… doesn't need you to soothe his painful soul in this way. All it takes is you occasionally jerking him off and taking nice pictures of you in your underwear (or better yet, taking pictures with your underwear off)… As you said, jealousy changes that.

After a mission, Blade planned to take you home. He stood at the door of your university with his arms folded, but found that you were being courted by some male classmates. You lowered your eyebrows and took the gifts from their hands with a slight smile. His heart, which he once thought was as dead as ashes… began to quietly become restless.

No, he won't question you or berate you like a soap opera, there's no need. "Wait? Blade…wait, what happened…!!" He covered your mouth, pushing, penetrating your soft and warm walls. You just found yourself being pushed onto the couch with your legs spread apart on the floor, your panties dropped around your ankle.

Maybe Blade won't maintain this relationship anymore…because he'll take you with him, and you'll have to follow the Stellaron Hunters.

[phonydiaries]

OH MY GOD. I loved your P × Reader oneshot with him being able to dream AHHHHHHHHHH. May I request another one with P and the reader dancing in the big entrance hall with the gramophone (obviously playing "Feel")????? Honestly I cannot say if P is able to dance propably or not so I will just leave it up to you. Thank you for your great storiesssssssss

Yes you may!! Sorry this took so long to get to, but I just posted the fic here

hope you enjoy, thanks so much for the idea!

[hella1975]

DOG TEETH DOG TEETH DOG TEETH!!!!

the first word being fuyumi. help me

“He knew he could be good enough. Fuyumi didn’t have what it took, and that was okay. She didn’t need to be good. Touya would be good enough for all of them.” oh strangers by ethel cain we’re really in it now

“This was just all he had right now.” I’M SORRY. THIS MAY BE ME AT MY BEST.

touya and fuyumi. are going to be the death of me.

“He'd be better. He'd just be better. He needed to be better. He could do that. He could be good. He'd tell Dad as much. He just needed to be reassured. This didn’t have to mean anything. But Dad didn’t come back to the dining room, slamming the front door behind him as he left. By next summer, Natsuo was born.” AHHHHHHHHHH

“He wasn’t entirely sure why, but at seven year’s old, Touya already knew Mom’s hurting was directly connected to Dad’s mood.” they were just kids!!!!!! THEY WERE KIDS!!!

“He cried loud enough for Mom to hear, wanting her more than anything in that moment, but for a long time, no one came.” no one came. no one ever came for todoroki touya.

“For a moment, he forgot about being a hero, about being strong. For a moment, he wanted nothing else but for his father to scoop him into his arms and make everything better.” HE JUST WANTED HIS DAD TO BE A DAD!!!!

“Suddenly, Touya remembered crying in the training room, waiting for comfort that never came, the first scar of many now ugly and familiar down his arm. No one was coming, Touya realised. Everything was the same as that day. Worse, if anything. Mom had started taking pills for her headaches and they made her tired. Dad's temper flared. If Shouto cried, no one would come for him.” no one was coming!!!!!

“He was just a baby. He wasn’t good or bad. He wasn’t anything yet. Touya wished, bizarrely, that Shouto would get the chance to choose.” the fact that shouto and touya get each other in a way that the other siblings just don’t. you can just be shouto

“Touya was good at loving his siblings. He was the best at it.” he was. he really was

“He raised a hand meant for nurturing and slapped Touya round the face. There was blood in his mouth. They were in the kitchen. Mom had looked away, shoulders trembling. Birds took flight outside. It was a Friday.” have I ever mentioned how much I hate endeavour. because it’s a lot

“It got dark and Touya knew he needed to get up. His cheek stung and his eyes were puffy from crying, but he needed to put his siblings to bed.” just. touya continually putting his siblings over himself over and over again

“She was old enough to help him with things, to pick up the slack when Mom had bad days, to share apprehensive looks with when Dad was in a mood, but Touya couldn’t confide in her. She was so... perfect. Fuyumi had no idea what it felt like to be bad. Dad would never have hit her.” this fic is going to kill me dead

“Can you not just admit, just this once, that this isn’t great for me?” Touya whispered, his voice so quiet, so weak. “That this is something that might be scary?” Fuyumi swallowed. Of course she knew that. She’d been horrified when she found out that Dad was shoving Touya into school when he’d never interacted with more than a handful of his peers at a time in his entire life. But Touya could get in his head sometimes, and she was so scared for him. She didn’t want to lose him like she could feel herself losing Mom. “You’ll be fine,” she said decisively. “You’re always fine.” they are so bad at communicating but there’s so much love. helpppp

“It was a lesson he’d been learning since he was a child; no one ever came to save him.” NO ONE WAS COMING TO SAVE ME SO I KEPT PRAYING AND PRAYING AND PRAYING!!!!

insane fic I am in LOVE with it

YOU GET IT SO MUCH

[wishitweresummer]

im sorry this took soo long i kind of forgot about it 😭😭😭 im really not confident enough about my art skills to actually post it so im offering it up here which means no anonymity :// i hate being known!! but yeah thank you for the brilliant content you make💗 :) this acc isnt really for anything but anyone can follow my tickle blog (sadly its a side blog) @princess-angelcakes

i may post some fics or fanart there🤷‍♀️

AHHHHHHHHHH

This is so good??? Hello???? Thank you!!!! Please everyone look at this rn 💚💚💚

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Drugfriend's unknown past

Sick BF: Wow! I never knew ice heaven would be so cool.

Drugfriend: Heh Heh, yeah I guess.

Sick BF: Hmm? Are you sure you're okay Drugfriend? You've been quiet a lot since we got here?

Drugfriend: O-Oh yeah I'm fine, just a little cold.

Sick BF: Oh Okay, I'm gonna go get us some Ice haven ice cream! I'll be right back.

Drugfriend: Okay

After Sick Boyfriend left, Drugfriend was lying on the bed still thinking about coming back to Ice heaven knowing about the unknown memories he had.

Drugfriend: *mind* Huh, I never knew I would come back here, Even though I've been having these unknown memories of me being an ice prince *sighs* I just wait until Sick Boyfriend gets ba-

(knock knock)

Drugfriend: *mind* Hmm? Back already? Uh Doors open!

Cynthia: *barges right in* Hey! Nice place you got here!

Evan joined with Cynthia.

Drugfriend: Oh god.....*sighs* What are you two doing here?

Cynthia: Yewoh! No need to be sour, We're just here to talk.

Drugfriend: Well you're gonna have to wait, Sick Boyfriend just stepped out of the room to Ice haven so you're gonna have wai-

Cynthia: Actually we're here to Talk to you~

Drugfriend: Uh me? Why?

Cynthia: Oh you know, maybe because you left your original home, you tried to be independent for once or it's more of a.....Banishment~

Drugfriend: *scoffs* (fold his arms) I have no idea what you are talking about😤

Cynthia: Oh really now? Do you think I wouldn't recoginze one of ice heaven's former princes just because You're not wearing your crown?

Drugfriend: *gasps* Oh no....

Cynthia: *evil smirks* Oh yes, I remember what you used to be~

(flashback)

Cynthia: (narrators) You were one of the ice heaven's most powerful rulers in heaven, even I couldn't forget someone like you, You even named as future king of ice heaven, The most powerful one of them all~

Drugfriend: Yeah, i know. I used to be a prince which is true but I wanted to help people not hurt innocent people.

Cynthia: Uh-Huh, yeah sure. Oh boy, you sure had some competition, did you?

It was night and the ice prince as usual was heading to the balcony to look at the night sky.

Ice Prince Drugfriend: Huh, sure is beautiful tonight.

Suddenly, Someone was sneaking behind him with a sharp knife.

Ice Prince Drugfriend: Hmm? Who's there?

The unknown person was coming closer to him

Ice Prince Drugfriend: Uh h-hey what are you doing? Why are you coming closer?

???: You took everything from me....*pulls out a knife*

Ice Prince Drugfriend: S-Stay back! I mean it! Stay back! Stay ba-ACK!

??? grabbed the ice prince by the neck and held the knife to his face.

???: I was gonna be the next king of Ice heaven but you stole my spot! And now....I'm gonna have to take it!

Ice Prince Drugfriend: E-Evan?! W-What are you doing?! This is crazy! P-Please...L-let's just talk about this-

(The knife slid the ice prince's throat and the ice prince screamed)

Ice Prince Drugfriend: AHHHHHHH! *coughs blood* W-Why would you.....

Past Evan: I'm gonna make sure nobody will miss you~

Ice Prince Drugfriend:*mind* I have to hurry and get the guard- *feels a sharp pain on his back* AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Past Evan: Ha! Now you're gonna have to deal with no energy to escape.

Ice Prince Drugfriend: (weakly voice) P-Please don't do this, Evan.....

Past Evan: Sorry *pushes the ice prince off the balcony* Not sorry

The ice prince fall off the balcony and falling through down to earth.

The ice prince ended up falling to earth and ended up crashing through the bushes.

Ice Prince Drugfriend: *groans* (coughs) W-Well.....this is it......I'm done for........I'll just lying down here and die.....*sniffs* I deserve this....

The ice prince closed his eyes thinking that his life is finished but then a certain long dark blue-haired boy had found him.

Past Sick BF: Hey, Are you okay?

Ice Prince Drugfriend: *weakly* Huh?

Past Sick BF: Oh my god, you look hurt! Here, let me help you! *pulls out a role of bandages and wraps it around Drugfriend's neck* There we go.

Past Drugfriend: (blushed a bit) O-Oh....Uh.....thank you.

Past Sick BF: Your welcome.

(End of flashback)

Drugfriend: Oh god, it's all coming back to me......You two wanted to get rid of me!

Cynthia: Yeah, well mostly Evan wants the crown.

Evan: Yeah, because you stole everything from me! I wanted to be the future king of ice heaven, not you! So I thought getting rid of you would make my chances better! But unfortunately, you're still alive.

Drugfriend: And what makes you think I won't tell the ice king and queen about you guys's plan?

Cynthia: Well if you tell them, We'll tell your husband about your little identity~

Drugfriend: *gasps* You wouldn't.....

Cynthia: i wonder how he will react when he found out his human husband used to be a ice angel, more likely a prince?

Evan: He will be very heartbroken that you lied to him about being human.....

Drugfriend: (feels bad)

Cynthia: So you keep our secret.....we'll keep yours~ Welp, we gotta go, let's go Evan.

Evan: Kay'

Cynthia and Evan left the room, leaving Drugfriend quiet.

Drugfriend: *mind* Great......now what should i do? Do I tell Sick Boyfriend because if I don't tell him soon, those two will spit out my secret. *sighs*

[midnightmah07]

THIS IS SO LONG I AM SORRY

Alright first of all FLOYD IS NAVEEN AND GRACE IS TIANA *shakes table aggressively*

Grace as Tiana (a little Charlotte coded as well) since she was grown in the poor side of Twisted Wonderland. With that once her mom got famous, she didn’t got her chill on working hard for things she wanted :33 And her siblings + mom tell her she needs to sit down and go live the life she always wanted to (that is finding her Prince Charming, since she always loved the ideal of romantic lifestyle) but she denies it until she meets Floyd.

Who basically didn’t gave two shits and wanted to show her that only stressing out was annoying and boring but he said that in Floyd way (in which she took as offense) so they start off in the wrong foot. After all, a fish and a cat don’t belong exactly together. Time passes and it is constantly Floyd squeezing her, throws cold water at her, and teases her in general (somehow similar to Chenya and Fauna) the differences between them both is that Floyd was more like his way of annoying her so she would talk about him (fale bem ou fale mal, mas fale de mim/fã incubado) until a point she gets so SO SO mad she actually cries at the overwhelming feeling, this was when he throws her at the pool (Grace doesn’t know how to swim, the cold water makes her anxiously for a reason) so they fight, thanks to Floyd mood swigs that couldn’t make him apologize.

Anyway, eventually Azul gives a small help of his own way to Floyd to make it up with her. So in his own way as well Floyd apologizes, and Grace helps him to be more hardworked and show how to deal with his emotions. This is when she starts to show up to his games and his performance get so better (she teaches aswell to not be dependent over her). And he teaches how to deal with his mood swings since is not entirely his fault.

at the end of the day, he keeps annoying her but is more endearing somehow, and she starts catching feelings, even if CONSTANTLY denying and telling herself NOT to do so. As he needs to be with someone better and blah blah blah (like tiana and naveen in the boat scene)

He ends up accidentally confessing first, but because he kept his face emotionless she thought it was a joke but when she realizes he was emotionless because he was being genuine they get together :33 AND THATS HOW SHE IS HIS BELLE EVANGELINE <33

THAT'S SO XUEYIEHSKEJSOSHSKSNSIS

WAIT I ACTUALLY LOVE THEM THEY'RE SO CUTE!!! I LOVE OC X CANON WITH FLOYD IT'S ALWAYS SO MUCH FUN AHHHHHHHHHH

Girlie imma make sketches and/or small scenarios for them one of these days bc they're so insanely cute I love them

[artisticbunny]

(Tiredsleepytiredsleepyboredtiredsleepyboredsleepy—)

Right HELLO! I been out for a few days haha sorry ya missed me! Saturday’s my off day and I went to an art museum yesterday to see my works! (And the many others) Also been working on my hair a lot this weekend and stuff to get it done and out the way for the next month, so sorry I’m late! But I’m here now!

So! In regards to your ✨wonderful✨ tale of Whispering Willow, how about some Corey lore?! (I know I’m going for like all most abstract guys lol I was gonna make a joke in regards to fractions but later—) Half dead, ALSO BETRAYED BY HIS TEAM! Big brain enough to have a potion on hand tho! Ôwô

Was it in cold blood this time!? It sure smells like cold blood bro. No way that was fraud or frame or lies!! HIS TEAM LEFT HIM FOR DEAD!! AHHHHHHHHHH I CANT!

(But gosh dang I hope I’m wrong at the same time lol. Also writers block utterly terminated! Yeah! Random Bonus question too tho: anything ur working on currently? Just school or something more? If it’s a secret that’s cool of course, but if it’s shareable I’d like to know! :D Oki I’ll buzz off now lol I need to finish an essay before I get marked down ^^” keep being awesome as always! Love ya Bun! <333)

Sorry for how long it took to answer this!!! I’ve been busy too >w<

Tw for gore, because Corey DEFINITELY didn’t get away unscathed!!!

Cory’s story isn’t super complex, they mostly just wanted to provide for their family!

Corey was an adventurer for hire, in simplest terms. He would go and join other adventuring teams for short quests. They never really stuck with a single group for longer than one or two quests, always on the move, and only taking a fairly small cut of the reward as compensation. Corey’s mentality is that others have families they need to feed too, he doesn’t need as much for his small family than others may need for theirs. His family consists of his mother and his little sister. he loves them dearly. Corey knows the work they do is dangerous, but he genuinely enjoys what he does, and is the main breadwinner of his family.

When Corey was betrayed and left for dead in Dread Caverns, everyone thought they died. His mother and sister were distraught. They tried to murder him so they could have just that little bit more of the money. It was their greed that pushed them to commit murder. Obviously, they told the guild it was an accident in the cave that lead to his death.

Though nobody knew, Corey WAS still alive, technically. He tried for months to find a way to get out, but with his limited range of movement, it proved too difficult to climb out of the caves on his own. Though there was ONE good outcome from his being betrayed: now having no heartbeat, he was basically invisible to the beasts that roamed the cave system. The same beasts that feed off of the fear of their prey. The first person to find him came soon after they realized this. Some random adventurer, trying to collect minerals and resources from the cave in order to study it’s properties. Corey tried approaching this person to ask for help, but as soon as he stepped closer, they freaked out. Corey is, quite literally, walking death. He has his head smashed in, cuts all over him, his lip split in half, dried blood running down his face, and even the limping walk of a zombie. To be completely fair, seeing him come at you in a dark cave like that, I don’t really blame the guy for practically pissing his pants! It doesn’t really help that Corey is partially mute, only really able to get out short sentences at a time, so on top of it all, he was completely silent walking forward XD

The adventurer practically bolted out of the cave after that, and told the guild. Thus birthed the rumor of the “King of Fear”, believed to be behind the properties of Dread Caverns.

Many would come over the next few years, none of them willing to listen to reason. They tried to kill Corey. Out of self defense, Corey ended up killing them.

He would rack up quite the kill count before Brook came along. Corey hates what he’s had to do, and hates that he’s begun to kind of like it in a twisted weird way. They hate themself because of this. They feel evil. They think they’ve started going insane. Being isolated in the dark for years with only the occasional battle, it was akin to torture.

Brook, even while terrified out of her mind, was the first one to actually stop and listen to him. She helped him to escape and finally see the light of day after years underground.

Here’s the boy!!!

To answer your last question, yeah I’m mostly working on schoolwork right now haha! But I’m also working on a new profile picture since the one I have currently was originally made for Halloween XD I’ll finish it soon and post it for you guys to see when it’s done!

[lesbonym]

NYMBABYYYYY

I miss you lots and lots!! Been thinking about you a bunch more than normal, how are you!!?! And everyone, I miss all the anonnnssss and I HAVEEEE SO MUCH TO TALK TO UOH ABOUT AND ALSO I HAVE NEWSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHH

Soooo I met this girl AHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!! CLICKED !!! IMMEDIATELY!! AHHHH I HAVE A DATE NEXT SATURDAY!!!

Also just found my first mosquito bite of the season this thing is FUCKIN HUGE RAHHHHHHH HELP

Anyway… I’m missing you loads my nymnymnymnymnym, things are starting to look up ever so slightly (TOUCH WOOD🪵 ) and hoping I check in a lil sooner next 💕💕💕

Xoxo

gossip girl

~🕷️

Hi baby, I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond to your ask. I wanted to be able to acknowledge everything in your ask and answer how you deserve :).

I've missed you so so much my lil spider. It feels like it's be so long, I just wanna hug youuu. I bet everyone else has missed you too hehe.

Ooooo girl! I can't wait to hear more about her :3. And I better hear about how great this date goes!

Ewww, fuck mosquitoes. All my homies hate mosquitoes. I'll kiss them all better just for you.

Awww, I've missed you so so much ughhh. I'm so glad things are getting better for you because you deserve good things! (I thought it was knock on wood haha??)

And I would love to hear from you more, baby girl!!

[cadygroves]

 Yesterday, Sunday, I went to The Eras Tour. I was supposed to go on friday but it got cancelled, so my concert ended up being the last one in Argentina; and by the way, this was my first concert ever, 

 This was the most magical and exciting experience of my life. I don't even know what to say, but I'm so so happy we made Taylor feel so loved and we showed the power of our crowd to her.

I will talk about this concert, one. era. at a time. 

Before the concert began, I talked with the girl who was on the seat next to me; she was so nice! I gave her bracelets. We talked about our favourite albums, which surprise songs we wanted... that was so relieving for me, since I am so so SO shy and I was feeling so nervous.

1. Lover

It's been a long time coming for sure. I was already screaming the songs, I was tearing up, I couldn't believe I was there. It all felt like a dream... It was funny to sing "You Need To Calm Down", when I was the one who needed to calm down!! hahaha.  When Lover started, I felt the need to hug someone and I NEVER hug people; that's the power Taylor has.

2. Fearless

Oh god. This era was when my mind started going "this can't be happening. oh my god. this is awesome. i need to contact little me and tell her what's going on. oh my god oh my god.". I grew up more with Red and 1989, but there were songs from Fearless (debut and speak now, too) that I've been listening to forever (& always). You Belong With me is one of them. There was a thing Spotify made last year, it was like a time capsule of songs, one of the questions was "which song would you want to hear live this year?", and I chose "You Belong With Me".        It happened.        My mind remembers the music video, hating the cheerleader, loving the nerd, the story this song tells will always warm my heart.

3. Evermore

This era was so chaotic and fun and it felt like I was watching a movie!! I mean, Tolerate It and Willow? AHHHHHHHHHH. Before Champagne Problems, Taylor said that it took her a while (yeah haha) to come to Argentina and she's never going to make that mistake again. So possibly for her next tour she'll come here again and I am so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4. reputation

EVERYONE WAS SCREAMING "VA A REPUTAAAAAAR!! AAAAAAAAAAHhh!!". I got to experience the "1, 2, 3, let's go bitch" in person!! and I listened to the high notes in Ready For It? and Don't Blame Me live!!!!!!!!! AND Look What You Made Me Do live was HEALING. IT WAS A HEALING EXPERIENCE, it just hit so hard!!! GOOOOOD.

5. Speak Now

Ah ah ah, Ah ah ah. I WAS ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU, TAYLOR. Seeing her in that gorgeous dress, singing Enchanted: it was a fairytale. And I cried my eyes out during Long Live. SOMEDAY, WE WILL BE REMEMBERED.

6. Red

I remember this album (the original version) was the latest album Taylor had released when I found out about her and her music. So hearing these songs live was magical. I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22! Also, honourable mention to Taylor's dancer who screamed "¡ni en pedo!" the three nights. I LOVED THAT. I Knew You Were Trouble is an ICONIC Taylor Swift song and I'm so happy I got to experience it. And of course, All Too Well... the whole stadium was red. All the bracelets were burning red. Everyone screamed "fuck the patriarchy!". I'll remember this all too well.

7. folklore

"So we have brought the folklore cabin to Argentina, haven't we?". folklore is another album that feels like a movie, or a book; when you see Taylor laying down and singing "you meet some woman on the internet and take, her, home..." you forget you're in the stadium full of people for a second. Betty! oh god! I will never forgive James for what he did to you. I'm sorry I sing along to every line of his apology. OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD and that transition, from August to Illicit Affairs- AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Illicit Affairs is my second favourite song on folklore (after mirrorball). DON'T. CALL. ME. KID. DON'T. CALL. ME. BABY.

8. 1989

I stayed out too late last night and I loved every second of it. I danced a lot during the 1989 era and it was so so fun. I adore the Bad Blood coreography; and the fact that there was FIRE during this song. AHHHHHH. I could feel the heat!! It was awesome!!!

SURPRISE SONGS

Was this even real? I still can't believe it. She sang BETTER THAN REVENGE. I thought she'd never EVER sing this song again. Better Than Revenge is the song I play in my bedroom so loud that if someone screams in another room, I wouldn't hear them. It's one of my favourite songs. I could have never guessed this was going to be my surprise song, however, I am MORE than happy that it was.

Then, "Slut!". This was such a clever combination, I mean, Better than Revenge + Slut? It's so great. I remember when I first listened to Slut, it felt so nostalgic (well, probably because it was written 10 years ago haha). Taylor's voice was magical.

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9. Midnights

And finally, Midnights. I started to feel a bit sad because I knew that the show was about to end now, but I decided to give it my all and 'be the loudest woman this town has ever seen'. Lavender Haze, Anti-Hero, Midnight Rain, Vigilante Shit, Bejeweled, Mastermind, Karma... every song was phenomenal. I love how she made the decision to end the show with Karma, such a fun song to leave us dancing and wanting more. Thank you, Taylor Swift. I love you. !!

[heybeybey]

Moments of Impact (Amnesiac Petra) is back!

Fic Summary:

Petra gets into an accident during an expedition that ends with her losing her memory. The last thing she remembers? Joining the cadets at age 16… with the intention to climb to the top to get into the Military Police. The Special Ops Squad has to deal with the possibility that they’re on the brink of losing the bubbly ginger that had kept their team together for three years. One captain, in particular, tries to make her stay.

A story about moments, how they make a person, and their impact on shaping relationships.

Chapter 6: The Sixth Moment

Petra starts re-establishing friendships with her fellow Scouts. But as with everything in her life right now, she learns that it’s not as simple as everyone and herself hoped it would be. Levi suffers the most, as usual.

[Final chapter of Arc 1]

Preview:

“Pretty sure the golden blonde shade is still the best fit than the taupe,” Eld remarks as he swatches another brow powder. He turns, seeing the stares of his comrades—Oluo’s were judgmental, Gunther’s unamused, while Petra’s were concerned. “What? Don’t tell me the commander doesn’t take care of his eyebrows. Bet he stares at it every single morning—”

Gunther cuts him off, “What is it with your fixation with the commander’s eyebrows?”

“I’m telling you. He’d appreciate this birthday gift the most,” Eld nonchalantly replies as he pays the shopkeeper.

“Yeah, if you want to get demoted fast,” Oluo huffs as he brings out his own purchase from his pack—a book about leadership and management. Petra tries not to cringe at the obvious attempt to kiss ass. “The commander is a man of culture. And unlike our beloved second-in-command’s childish ideas—“

Read it here!

[siriseen]

@staffengineer​ liked for a shuffle song starter and got...  ▶ “Girl That You Love” by Panic at the Disco

   “Drop every pretense.” 

[jin-guang-ow]

I have another v self indulgent modern Moshang au to think about but like, SQH getting an office job after college to support himself with a good pay thinking that this is how he'll spend his life and being satisfied with it. But the problem is that after 5 years of work, he is still not satisfied with anything, not with how he has a pretty good rank, or with his pay or anything. It's like his life is half empty (1/?)

_(´ཀ`」 ∠) _ I love it @sci-fri thank you so much for sharing this with me, I can die now having lived a full and complete life!!!!

Please let me know if you continue it because I’m now invested!!! I need to know how they get together!!! I need to know how MoBei Jun finds out Shang QingHua is his favorite author???? How does Shang QingHua learn MoBei Jun loves his novels??? Does MoBei Jun realize that he was written into the novel??? Imagine how happy he’d be to learn that ahhhhhhhhhhh my heart is soft

I love that he’s like SHEN QINGQIU SHOULD BE MY EDITOR BECAUSE HE WAS SO CRITICAL OF IT THE FIRST TIME!!!! Because then I just think about Shen QingQiu saying things like “I told you so!!!” While smacking his head hahahahaha

I love AUs for MoShang, my heart becomes so soft that I might die hahahahahahahaha

This AU vaguely reminds me of the k-drama/webtoon/novel “What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim” that I think would work really well for MoShang. The main character finally decides to quit her job after 9 years to pursue something other than her crazy ass job, but the ML is her boss who doesn’t understand this hahaha. He’s like, “How can she not want to work for me because I’m perfect??????”

But this is so cute and soft thank you for sharing this with me, and if you write more please let me know!!!! Ahhhh I love it!!!!

[jurdanhell]

fUCKIN-

i was going to tell you my favourite quotes but i can’t very well do that without quoting the whole damn fic back to you, so here’s a picture of a raccoon that currently expresses how you’ve made me feel on the inside

You Never Break ⚜ Part Ⅰ

⊰ ☘ ⊱ Cardan's POV: The Queen of Nothing, from the end of Chapter 13 through Chapter 17. ⊰ ☘ ⊱ A massive, pterodactyl-screeching thank you to my dearest punishment @euridce and the bombastic @figonas for dealing with my bullshit and allowing me to subject them to betaing this (and literally everything else), but especially for being my Hype Train Goblin Queens and not letting me lose to my perfectionism. ⊰ ☘ ⊱ { edit: the wordcount actually turned out to be 3,765 because I added more shit after I copypasta'd here but I literally cannot be arsed to change the graphic lol. }

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Contrary to erstwhile thinking, it is not quite as simple a task to travel at any expeditious speed whilst carrying a half-dead goblin through the biting nighttide—whilst also taking care to keep yourself and aforementioned half-dead goblin undiscovered by those who would very much like to lop your kingly head right off of your kingly shoulders.

And, if all of that is not enough of a juggling act, appending the minor detail that you’ve just taken flight on a steed conjured from the ragwort in your pocket, after leaving your wife below (at her behest and your protest) to fend for herself with naught but a magical cloak and her unspoken, mortal promise to do as you say...

Well. There are reasons you are not lauded for your prowess as a jester, just as your Queen is even less admired for her graces of verity.

Yet, surely by some feat of fortuitous magic, Cardan does manage it; the concealing mists part just enough to allow the flying mount and its travelers to slip through.

Braving a glance over his shoulder, he watches as the fog coils and swirls closed like a protective curtain behind them. It's disorienting—very like taking an overconfident step forward, only to find the ground is not quite as close as you first perceived. Even as one often besotted with wine and other such stupefacients, Cardan does not particularly enjoy that feeling.

Sea fret mingles with the haze of preternatural clouds as they begin a descent. It veils his lips, clings to his wool-spun clothing and weighs down his hair. He shakes the dampened curls from his eyes just as the four isles of Elfhame begin to take shape in the darkness beneath him, and lets out an unsteady breath; he wonders, absently, if he's exhaled at all since leaving Jude on the ground.

He cannot help the inglorious relief that the Roach, in his state, does not hear it.

It’s an odd sensation, to observe your kingdom from such a high vantage point. Perhaps, before now, he disallowed himself to feel the full measure of his obligation; the sobering comprehension that this vastness of soil and sapling and stone, along with all its inhabitants, will thrive, or decay, under his governance. Looking down at the land—his land—brings that realization crashing down upon him with as much force as one of Balekin’s punishments.

Cardan tightens his grip on the animal’s leafy mane against a bout of dizziness, abruptly wishing he had something a bit less insubstantial with which to steady himself.

The Crooked Forest rises to meet them, gnarled limbs twisting upward as if to embrace their sovereign. That seems illusionary, though Cardan does note at once the marked shift in the air; while still cool, no longer does each inhale carry an icy jab to his lungs or bite at the tips of his ears. It envelopes him and his company, gently carrying them above the mossy heads of slumbering root men and women. None of them stir, thankfully, but Cardan isn’t altogether sure his arrival goes unnoticed by them, either.

Welcome home, young King, the wind seems to whisper in his ear. Cardan shivers, and it has nothing to do with the weather.

Alighting just at the edge of the hollow hill, Cardan takes a half-breath to think—and reproaches himself for not doing more of that before they had landed; the Roach’s etiolated complexion, rattling breath, and stiffening limbs are not an entirely promising combination. Then, there is yet the matter of finding Liliver, who might not even be in the palace. And even then, there is the very real likelihood that he is already too late, that the deathsweet’s effects may have already reached its peak.

Cardan has to swallow against the bile creeping up his throat at that unsettling thought.

If only Jude had just come with him. Mistress of strategy and scheming, she would have drawn up a clever plan before they even took flight, as well as a surfeit of contingencies. Moreover, she would know better than he whether or not they held the favor of time; her province of poison is concerningly vast, as she had proven when Cardan himself very nearly shuffled off his immortal coil in dissolution.

Jude had known in an instant, merely by tasting the wraithberry that had stained his lips. How she knew its savour, to say nothing of how she knew it so intimately, Cardan knows not and she has yet to divulge. It is but another closely-clutched secret he must tack onto the growing list of queries for things a man really ought to know about his wife.

In the interim, the High King of Elfhame—and, more regrettably, the Roach—must rely entirely on himself.

Not much of a comfort, that.

Keeping a hand on the Roach to prevent his suffering an unnecessary fall from the horse, Cardan swings himself off of the thing’s back. With care, he lifts the inanimate body of his mentor into his arms. A low, distressed groan comes from the Roach at being jostled—the first sign of cognizance he’s shown since they left Grimsen’s forge. As pained as the sound is, it nonetheless gives Cardan a small hope that perhaps he hasn’t been too late after all.

Its magic spent, the ragwort pony dissolves in a puff of yellow perianths; an indolent breeze scatters some of the remnants across the dark hill, while others continue their aimless drifting to pollinate elsewhere on the isles. Cardan watches a lone petal catch in the wiry hair of the Roach’s brow and without thinking, he brushes it away. He justifies this allowance of rare gentleness with the fact that no one is around to bear witness to it.

As friendship goes, Cardan is all too aware he hasn’t known much in the way of loyalty or for reasons beyond selfish gain. His former companions had desired only what they could glean from him, the immunity his sway as a prince that had granted them the ability to carry out whatever deviant fancy they could dream up. Even Nicasia had had her own contrivances for being his lover, until she had ultimately found more excitement in the stories—and bed—of Locke.

He is not experienced in having a friend simply for the sake of it. In having someone—or a few someones, for that matter—enjoy his wit and cleverness and skills. That enjoy him, Cardan Greenbriar, rather than what advantages the crown atop his head can give.

Perhaps it is dangerous territory for a king to have bonds extending beyond those of mere allies. Perhaps the trust that comes with such friendships is a bit like handing over a blade to your enemy, freshly sharpened, and saying, Here you go, this holds all the ways with which to kill me. I’ll just turn my back.

Even so, when all you have known your entire life is the contempt and malignancy of those who ought to love you, it is not an entirely stunning realization that you would hand over that blade so willingly.

And he had done, in earnest; in his naivety with Nicasia. In his camaraderie with the Court of Shadows. In everything with Jude.

This is doubtless the reason Cardan’s feet begin to move now, carrying him and the Roach in his arms to the palace entrance with some new swell of confidence. Perhaps it is a detriment to believe that these new friends would not be so hastened and flippant as the last to betray him, but he believes it nevertheless. He also knows, albeit by way of unfortunate experience, that when the situation had been reversed, they had not wasted an idle moment in saving him.

So on he goes, through the wall and into the brugh, careful to keep the Roach’s pallid face hidden in the crook of his arm and denying any assistance his guards offer with a firm shake of his head. They move to follow, but halt at once and return to their posts when Cardan waves them off. Of the merits that come with being King, Cardan is especially grateful that denying explanations is one of them.

Even more fortuitously, his journey is not further hindered by any member of the Living Council—who have undoubtedly been tearing at their beards and skirts attempting to locate and descend upon their unruly monarch. Cardan imagines even now they are in the war room or assembled in his chambers, pacing and theorizing and crying out in panic. At the thought of the Minister of Keys pounding his fists on the table and cursing his luck for having such an impudent master to serve, the corner of Cardan’s mouth twitches. If only the wizened Randalin had the sense to make himself more difficult to nettle, perhaps Cardan would try to do so less.

Though the hill is yet alive, with lingering revelers still clutching the edges of twilight and servants clearing the remnants of food and drink, the many tricks of sly-footing he has been taught manages to keep him out of sight from any who might notice; it takes no time at all to slip through the hidden passage, into the wine cellar and emerge on the other side of the new Court of Shadows.

Cardan had hoped to show and consult Jude on the plans for these rooms, including the strategy chamber he had in mind for her—of which he was particularly proud: he had designed it himself—after she pardoned herself and returned to him. That hadn’t gone entirely the way he had imagined, and so they had gone on with the rebuilding without her. Cardan resolves that now, he can simply give her a full tour of them, should she come back posthaste. Should she decide to come back at all.

No, he rebuffs that line of thinking. Jude will return, just as she promised. When she comes home, Cardan will lead her through the rebuilt Court, and she will ooh and ahh and find him so ridiculously clever she’ll be too awed to do anything but kiss him for his prodigiousness.

She will forget she had ever been angry with him—or, at the very least, spare him the full measure of her wrath. She will forgive him for his trickery and assure him again that she had not fed his letters to the fire; she will tell him how desperately she missed him, that the mortal world is awful and terrible and nothing worth going back to. He will kiss her hair and tell her they need never be parted again. They will begin their reign as they should have done the moment their vows were made, and all will be just fine and well and as it should be.

These are all of the things Cardan tells himself as he steps into the main chamber.

He chuckles quietly to the darkness, a sudden incredulity sweeping over him; after all his prior distaste for mortals and those little hopeful deceits they allow, to wish away an awful thing or to make that awful thing seem less terrible, he has caught himself doing just that. He wonders what Jude might say, if he said her mortality was rubbing off on him?

Upon entering the main hall, Cardan is met with a collective gasp—either from the sudden, unannounced arrival of the High King or at the state of the Roach, he doesn’t know, nor does he have time to find out; before he can call for her, Liliver is already there, her dark face paled and taut. She does not seem to even notice Cardan, her frantic, wide-eyed gaze fixed on the Roach.

“What happened to him?” The Bomb demands, seeming to realize Cardan’s presence only as an afterthought, though he does nothing to reprimand her for her tone. The current circumstance, along with the raw fear on the rogue’s face, is enough to cast any necessity for formalities into shadow.

"Darts, poisoned with deathsweet," Cardan tells her, elaborating when Liliver's piercing glare flickers up to meet him. "We... misestimated the cleverness of the traps Grimsen set to protect his forge." The Bomb frowns at that, and Cardan is sure he’ll have much more explaining to do before the night is through and she is fully satisfied, but neither of them need reminding of the more important matter at hand. “Let’s—let’s get him to a bed,” Liliver says. Though her voice wavers, her eyes never leave the disturbingly still body of the Roach as she leads them into a small room carved out from the main one.

She steps aside to allow Cardan to enter and lower the Roach onto the single bed, before seating herself on the edge of it. A bundle of tinctures and salves rest in her lap, from where or how she procured them so quickly, Cardan doesn’t know and isn’t inclined to ask. By the deep-set furrow of her brow and the way she worries her bottom lip between her teeth, she is calculating the situation and he wagers any unnecessary queries might hinder—or annoy—her deliberation. So he simply stands there, silent and helpless, watching her work.

The light emitting from the small orbs hanging above their heads does little to illuminate much of the Roach’s features, but it’s bright enough to view the waxen sheen of his skin, the odd way his limbs lie rigid at his side. He looks as close to death as one could appear, and if not for the shallow rise and fall of his chest, one could easily believe he had already gone. Cardan swallows and looks away, as if staring instead at the rough stone floor will quash the disquiet he feels.

If the Roach succumbs to the poison, he knows with whom the fault will lie, and there will be none among them to scorn him as much as he will scorn himself.

As Liliver works, sifting through the assortment of small glass bottles in her lap until she picks one filled with a thick, amber solution, Cardan gives her as much detail of the night's emprises as he can in short order: their attempted (and rather unsuccessful) rescue of Jude, of the Roach’s poisoning; of why they had entered the smith’s forge in the first place.

Upon hearing the truth behind the Ghost’s betrayal, the vial slips from her hand and Cardan barely manages to snatch it from the air before it shatters on the ground. The Bomb’s eyes are wide as saucers as she takes back the bottle, but Cardan thinks he catches the smallest glint of hope in them, despite their current predicament.

“You mean, all this time... he was being commanded? Controlled by Locke and Madoc?”

Cardan nods. “Doubtless by my brother as well, though Jude didn’t say one way or another.”

He wouldn’t have considered it debasing of Dain's character to control someone in such totality. In fact, he has no misgivings at all that there was anything, save perhaps a grubworm, that had been beneath his brother. He shakes his head and shrugs, more to his own thoughts than the Bomb's question. “I’ll let her tell us which it is, when she comes home.”

It is too afflictive to imagine she will not, that he has yet again voraciously lapped up a lie she has fed him. He cannot believe that as he waits, Jude is riding off through the air with her sisters back to the mortal world, laughing as she tells them how effortlessly she has fooled the desperate High King of Faerie.

He will have time enough to wallow in his own selfish, agonized reveries; Cardan wills his attention back to the present, back to the Bomb and the Roach, who appears even less on the fortunate side of time since they arrived.

“Will he…” Live, or die. Both words are there on his tongue, but he cannot bring himself to say either and the question lingers, thick and unfinished in the air between the three of them. Liliver doesn’t seem willing—or able to answer, only giving him a small shake of cloud-white curls as she keeps her back to him.

Watching how carefully she wipes the Roach’s forehead with a damp cloth, hearing the hushed, unintelligible things she tells him, the understanding that Cardan perhaps ought not intrude further becomes all too clear. He has completed his task, what he promised Jude he would do. There is nothing more required of him.

With Liliver’s promise that she will send word of any changes, good or ill, Cardan excuses himself from the Court of Shadows.

Cardan spends the remainder of the day in his chambers attempting sleep, because he has proved himself of little use elsewhere, there is nothing else to do, and because if Jude were here she would tell him a High King needs rest if he is to go delegating and answering petitions and doing whatever else there is that good, proper kings are supposed to do.

However, it is precisely because Jude isn’t here that he cannot rest.

Though he does give it an honest effort. He tries lying on his back, drawing forth tiny white blossoms to count as they bloom above his head, aiming to bore himself into a stupor. He counts and counts and counts. The mingling fragrance of several different flowers permeates the room and penetrates his nose. When he reaches six hundred forty-seven for the third time, he gives that up.

Exasperated, Cardan flops onto his side, stretching an arm across the sheets. He stares at the empty space beside him, where Jude had rested the first night they had spent together—the night he had convinced her that becoming Queen of Elfhame, his wife, was the better choice for both of them.

It had all been true, of course: everything Cardan had said to get her to agree. There had been no deception or scheming in his words; he had desired his freedom, as desperately as Jude craved power, and their union had the ability to grant both in absolution.

The Living Council had become insistent on the idea that their King should take a wife anyway, for their own overboring political reasons, and so Cardan had.

The only addendum to all of this, the only detail that he had surreptitiously kept from both the Council and Jude, was that he wanted to marry her. Not Nicasia, as the Council had wanted, as Cardan had once believed he should and could enjoy. Not the hag Mother Marrow’s daughter, who likely would have found some clever way to cause his demise so that she might live on as the sole ruler of Faerie. None of them would have been well-suited for him, nor he well-suited for them. None of them could give him what he wanted, because what he wanted was Jude.

That is all he wants now—to have her home and here in his bed, to fill the space that has been empty since she left. Since he made her leave.

Cardan pushes himself off the bed in a frustrated huff. Deciding he could do with a little less sober thinking, he calls for wine, and when the servant arrives with a fresh decanter and goblet, he fills it to the brim and drinks it to the dregs. After repeating this process a few more times, Cardan rounds the large desk—his father’s desk, he cannot help to remind himself, no matter how many times he sits at it—to continue the speech he’s been writing. He picks up the slip of paper between two fingers and holds it to the guttering candle flame to examine it. It’s already a rather lengthy speech, admittedly, but more important than any he has articulated yet. It is one explaining to Jude that her exile had not been methodically planned, that he thought she would work it out much more expeditiously. He would further explain he had not accounted for the fact she hadn’t worked it out at all, and that he had come to fully regret his own cleverness midway through his second letter.

Of course, Jude had told him she hadn’t received any of those letters.

He cannot help recalling how she looked at him then, the last time they were here in his rooms: skittish and trembling, desperate as a wild animal backed into a corner.

Hardly a fortnight has passed since Madoc had taken her, believing he had heroically rescued her twin from nigh execution. And yet it feels as distant as any half-remembered dream upon waking, blurred on the details and every attempt to grasp the memory only causes it to slip further away. Like a hand waving smoke.

Except a dream is something usually pleasant; smiling faces, a kiss one might yearn for in the waking world and only receive when they close their eyes. Dreams are things of wonderment. Pretty visions and heart’s desires.

No, it had not been like a dream at all—not the way she had looked at him.

That hatred, burning into him like white-hot iron, the fear she could lie away with words but could not conceal from her face, the venom in her voice when she spoke. It was more terrible than any of Cardan’s nightmares.

Everything you say to me, everything you promise, it’s all a trick. And I, stupid enough to believe you once.

He had wanted to reach out to her, to take her hand and tell her his trick had been only that, a hasty plan to keep her out of Orlagh’s grasp. He had wanted to pull her to him and breathe in the comforting scent of her hair, to feel her warmth against his chest. To beg her forgiveness and will away her anger with a kiss.

Then he had seen the glint of the blade in her hand.

Even after Vivi’s flustered explanation of her sister’s capture, after he and the Roach had set out from the mortal world to find her—even after their brief moment in Madoc’s camp just hours ago, when Jude swore she hadn’t thrown in her lot with her betrayer of a foster-father, Cardan cannot rend from his mind the image of her holding that knife.

He passes the paper through the flame and watches it burn until it is nothing but a stain of black ash on the desk.

Waving away the lingering smoke, he rises and goes to dress for the night ahead, without rest, and knowing that no amount of sleep or drink or honeyed words will erase what he has done—or may yet do.

⊰ ☘ ⊱ okAY so this first bit turned out a lot longer than I'd originally intended (legit this whole thing was supposed to just be a oneshot lmfao) but if you made it this far, I'm very sorry but thanks for taking the time to read. I hope you enjoyed it, and as usual—if you didn't, don't tell me about it.

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AHHHHHHHHHH YOU TOTALLY EXPLOTE MY EXPECTATIONS OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG I'M SCREAMING AND LAUGHING AND AAHAHASKJNDKNASKJN You deserve everything in the world <3 AND YOUR OTHER WORK OF THE DOCTOR/NURSE READER? YOU DID SUCH AN AMAZING WORK I'm speechless :0 Is it ok to ask a Saitama x reader but reader is an artist that draws REALLY well and has/practice various artstyles? (extra points if she draws sai a lot and he goes: "is-IS THAT ME?! I AIN'T THAT HANDSOME OHBOI-") Have an amazing day <3

Yuh I gotchu! Sorry it took so long!

Artist!Reader HCs

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He's always being nosey and watching you over your shoulder. Very obvious and he's awful at hiding it

He'd be happy if you invited him over to sit and "draw" with you but it would mostly be him stopping and asking "those" questions

"Where's his head? How'd you do that? That's a hand?"

Have some patience, he'll stop after a while

You inspire him a lot and he asks questions about how to actually do some things. He has improved on his own doodling since. Bonus if you hype him up he gets all shy.

He'd gift you art related stuff but they would be the worst ones you could imagine at first. Like that forsaken art set most of us got at one point. But he loves you don't hurt his feelings. Art stuff ain't cheap.

Can't possibly ever lose you in a store he's memorized where all the craft sections are

Judging the prices highkey. They should be illegal in his eyes

Stole your pencils once to try and figure out the differences between the nonsensical labels. 2b or not 2b. It was when he didn't realize how expensive a pencil could be plz forgive

Randomly will start wiping your face off with a rag or tissue asking you you managed to get charcoal or whatnot on it

Easiest last minute gift for him is drawing something from his favorite manga

If you're facing artist block he doesn't know how to help but will tell you to try drawing the most out of pocket creative shit you have no idea how he could come up with

Extra points

Drawing him is a quick way to giving him a heart attack

The more you do it the more reassured he is that you're not exaggerating his features. It makes him all red and he's shy

Draw him doing like the most heroic looking shit he'll die

Always down to be a pose reference. Even if his busy. You can tell by his response. Not busy is anywhere along the lines of "Sure, of course," but busy is like "Is this position okay?"

You have enough of said positions of many perspectives though as he only assumes so many.

His body, tho 😩 best masculine reference

Draw him like one of your french girls, he's down