#to find my rhythm again

[literary-motif]

isaac and pickle had a fight and now they have to kiss and make-up (and make-out if possible)

Overbearing

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

“Funny of you to bring him up, considering it wasn’t me who interrupted the meeting!” 

Isaac rolled his eyes, huffing in exasperation at your furious expression. “Listen, ultimately, I call the shots here,” he said drily, his eyes widening as he saw the moment your patience snapped. 

“Do you?” you snapped, restraining your anger enough to set the papers in your hands down and not tear them into a million little shreds like they desperately longed to. 

You wanted to vent your anger, release some of the frustration that had been brimming in your chest and gradually morphed into annoyance until finally tipping over to anger as Isaac, overbearing and nosy, could not let you manage the single client who had ever asked for your services specifically. It made you feel like an incompetent apprentice and not a partner. You told him as much. 

His stare hardened. “You think I’m overbearing?” he asked, picking up his cup of coffee. It was the coffee you had made him this morning, long since cooled. You pressed it into his hands with a kiss and demanded that he eat some of the cookies you had baked. 

If anyone was overbearing, it was you. He was cautious. 

“I said I could handle it, Isaac!” you said forcefully, gripping the edge of the kitchen table. Your fingers twitched, longing to wrap around the delicate paper and tear it to shreds. You were furious, glaring daggers at Isaac as he leaned against the kitchen aisle with his arms crossed, glaring back.  

“I don’t care,” he snapped, eyebrows furrowing as he sat the mug back down. 

You opened your mouth to reply, now properly pissed off. He held up a hand, and you growled. 

“Whatever you think you can handle, I’ve said before that there are people out there who will try to get to me through you. Do you understand that? I can’t just let you— let you waltz around, meeting new clients on your own when they could be capable of anything!” he said, pushing himself away from the counter to walk towards you, setting his hands on the table — on top of the papers you had wanted to obliterate — and leaned closer to you. “You mean too much to me. I can’t risk anything happening to you.”

Your anger dimmed, switching back to frustration. You understood where he was coming from, knew his concerns were warranted, but that did not mean you liked being reminded of your inadequacy — at least in his eyes — to take care of yourself. 

“Isaac,” you began, holding his gaze, “you can’t keep treating me as if I don’t know—”

“I know, I know,” he said, waving a hand before running it through his jet-black hair. The strands were tousled, speaking volumes about his own frustration. 

“It’s been over a year, Isaac.”

“I know, okay!” he snapped, clearing his throat a moment later. He lowered his gaze, staring pointedly at the tiled floor of the kitchen. He hated losing the grip on his emotions, hated this burning need to protect and control and know. It was like an ache under his skin, crawling up his spine until he could feel himself vibrate with nervous energy when you were alone with a stranger. 

All the possibilities of what could happen, infinite strings of ‘what-ifs’ twisting his mind until it was in knots, and he could do nothing but close his eyes and try to breathe through the dizziness that would fog his brain and take a sip of his coffee to stave off the numbness spreading through him before he inevitable caved, shuffling to the office and interrupting the meeting to make sure you were alright, to make sure it was fine. 

The fact that you were no longer new in the scene, had earned your place by his side through hard work and your competence, did nothing to ease his worries.

He loved you; how could he be expected not to worry?

“I’m trying,” he admitted quietly. You were right. It had been over a year, and you deserved more than be his partner in name. It was just so damn hard to entertain the thought that you could ever end up in harm's way by the nature of the work he had paved your path in. “I know I can be a lot— overbearing—”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I’m sorry I said that,” you said, stepping around the table to stand properly in front of him. “You’re not, you— just sometimes I get frustrated when you think I’m incapable of handling myself.”

“I worry,” he said, offering you both his hands, palms up. “You’re important to me. I want you to be safe.”

Taking his hands, you tugged him towards you gently. Isaac stumbled, letting out a noise of surprise that turned muffled by your lips against his. You kissed him sweetly, releasing his hands to cup his cheeks instead. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as if he were afraid you would slip through his fingers any moment. 

Isaac always held you with such desperation and looked at you so reverently. Sometimes, you wondered if he was only waiting for you to disappear right before him, gone in a blink that would bring his world crashing down around him. ‘I need you here,’ he had told you many times. You wondered how acute this need was, if he would crush into dust and fall apart completely if you should disappear from his hold. 

“I love you, too,” you murmured against his lips, brushing your thumb over his cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “But I need my freedom as well, Isaac. I can’t live like a bird in a cage.”

“I know,” he whispered, tugging you against his chest and burying his face against your shoulder, breathing in your scent.“I’m trying.”

You could feel his heart beating a little too fast in his ribcage. “That’s all I ask, love,” you said, tilting your head to press a kiss against his jaw. “That’s all I ask.”

[mochiiniko]

READ CLIPBOARD NOTES GRAHHHHHHH

[diabolicalworldwriter]

Navani in The Way of Kings-Oathbringer: oh I'm not really a scholar, I'm not that smart. I just have money. Goodness, don't make me lead anyone, that would be awful! I'm a horrible leader honestly. I like group projects and order, sure, but I'm better as a side character, don't worry about me <3 (she says this while doodling amazing concepts and schematics, organizing and presiding over meetings, and convincing entire nations to join their cause)

The Plot™ of Rhythm of War: We locked Navani in a room for a few weeks and she coordinated the rescue of the whole giant tower and found a way to kill gods.

[kakujis]

taking a game design class this semester and i have a job interview tomorrow … perhaps things are not so bad 😊

[realperson022]

Remember that one fic Pressure? Oh yeah, and guess what >:)

[jitterbugbear]

artfight wip but i just wanted to say that i’ve found a new favourite lineart brush, isn’t it so cool

[goldkirk]

as I'm going back over my past history and items and journals and years, I come across all sorts of things, like the pencil I saved from that so-precious memory from second grade, and a pair of flip flops I've been missing for two years, and [checks notes] the modern-high-school-AU-kidnapped-by-a-serial-killer story I wrote in late high school jdfsjdfsjkjlksfd

[orcelito]

God, this is fucking crazy

So i only have 3 more classes to take, but it'll cost the same to take 3 classes as 4 classes. So I've been thinking about taking a 4th class just for the hell of it. Something fun and/or easy.

Out of curiosity, I looked up orchestras. I was in it in my first year, but I haven't consistently played since 2016. But I still dream about being in an orchestra again. I *miss it*. So I was like. Well, what if *that* was my 4th class next semester? What If?

I looked it up. This week is the last week they're doing auditions for it. There was only one more spot free after today. And that's *tomorrow evening*.

I haven't really played my violin much in YEARS. I'm so out of practice. But apparently they don't reject anyone outright. Auditions are just for placement. So worst case scenario, I get placed in an orchestra at a lower skill level than I was at my prime. It'd still be an orchestra.

It's crazy short notice, but I don't think I'd forgive myself if I passed it up. Bc I have just one more semester before I graduate. One last opportunity to be in a school orchestra. And if I didn't do this, I'd be left with that What If forever.

So. Crazy short notice, but I have a violin audition tomorrow!!! Hahahaha

[carnagesaw]

youre the only other morikaze lover i know besides me and a friend of mine im goinb to put him in a package and mail him to your hdoorstep

thank you so much ill take careof him and feed him data analysis and ska and jazz.

[adenthemage]

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

Just some asks for an amazing friend!

AH thank you Cel!!

🥤 -> Ah, well you and Trauma, for followers yet unaware! I also wanna shout out Ghost and Teela, their stuff is INCREDIBLE!!

🍓 -> I guess I just found I always had too many ideas, when I watched a show or read a book, for where things could go, or missed opportunities. So I'd write them out, mostly for my own fun haha. I also looooved english classes in school, whenever we'd read classics and analyse the techniques used within I found myself very much wanting to try them out myself! Fanfic was a good outlet for that, when I didn't want to spend too much time making characters and story elements from scratch. I've only very recently gotten into the habit of posting any of it!

🔪 -> Hmm! Hard to say. Maybe intentionally going down some UFO conspiracy rabbit holes as research for a Bishop fic counts?

❄️ -> I'm a huge sucker for accidental adoption or found family. But I also LOVE stories where things get Worse. Relationships waver and crumble, characters corrupt themselves, stuff like that. And that's a lot less common! Though I suppose that's a little too vague to pin a specific writer too, huh.

Alright! For a more specific example: Dragon ball! That franchise is FULL of concepts that it just leaves on the table, begging for a deeper character-driven piece. And I don't really see a lot of it capitalized on, which is surprising! But maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places?

🦋 -> I've been trying to get back into exercise to win back my old athletic physique. I wanna be ripped I wanna be able to throw a guy into the sun.

🦴 -> TMNT 03 does a lot for me, as is known loL. It's definitely a formative piece of writing for me, with the blend of family dynamics, darker themes, and the underlying kindness of the narrative.

As I mentioned, too, I read a lot of the classics for lit and poetry, too, and learning about them was a STRONG influence on how I wanted my writing style to be like. Among them was Kafka's Metamorphosis, which was my favorite of all of them. I love the way the inciting incident is never explained, and nothing else fantastical happens. I love the slow breakdown of the family's willingness to help, and the bleakness of the world around Gregor. I love the way it ends and how it leaves you with such conflicting tones. I need to read it again actually it's been forever.

☁️ -> Haha so, when I first made my DeviantArt account I think I wasss 12, or somewhere in that age range. I was really into Sonic, and I had my edgy OC Violet the fox who I was absolutely obsessed with. So when I made my account, I called it Violetthefox0001! And I ended up having a decent little following over there. So when I branched out to other sites, when the Sonic craze had died down a little, I changed "the fox" to "Vulpini" to make it a little less overt. Alao the word Vulpini just looks pretty, doesn't it? Especially next to the word Violet.

[thirstworldproblemss]

Well... uh... hi.

[lady-crowned-with-stars]

“ Are you going to continue to pretend you hate me?” from @empirexsin

"What makes you think I am pretending?" She asks him as she crosses her arms across her chest; perhaps she should not have answered his question with a question of her own, but she knows not where to put her own feelings towards him. Her hate was real once, strong as the heat of the fire in the hearth, but now, her hate has dwindled and other emotions have been swirling in the ashes of it. A strange fondness for him, even.

[recklessfiction]

poking my head out of hiatus to say i'm on bluesky now so feel free to follow me~ *goes back into my hole*

[llycaons]

it was actually a better case than it had any business being. everything seemed primed for it to go wrong - I gagged on my caffeine pill that morning, I got my period and had no pads with me for hours, and one of the surgeons was over an HOUR late! also he kept throwing things on the ground right in front of me. like I have gloves! give it to me! don't make me bend! ALSO he kept demanding a certain team member come and do things for him even when literally anyone else could have...my team member was complaining about him earlier bc he's so self-important and dickish. like he was late because he was 'waiting for the pt to come down' but the pt CAN'T come down without him! and he knows that!

OH ALSO. they only sent one person to pick up the morgue litter so I helped out and we went to the morgue together but then I took a wrong turn when leaving and got utterly lost! like, I was in rooms I never even knew existed in this place. so many doors were locked, hallways to nowhere, and of course there's nobody around because it's sunday! I ended up calling security 😭 he was really nice about it he directed me to the ground floor and from there I worked my way back to where I needed to be. but omg!

[sysig]

I'm almost finished with this notebook with it's horrible paper, and I just finished the first page of my Big Project

[leatherbookmark]

i simply Do Not Think exaggeration to the point of lying for the sake of Haha Funny is. well. funny