#we're getting there!

[bougiebutchbinch]

I'm sloooowly chipping away at the final chapter of Eating Eggshell! Hoping to finish by the end of the week xxxx

[cinamun]

Sometimes the task before you seems impossible....

[gotham-daydreams]

Bad news: Author couldn't meet their own deadline :']

Good news: I made a little something anyway just for you guys because you deserve it! And I feel a little bad for not posting anything as of yet- so think of this as my gift to you for being so patient (and I promise some real gifts are coming)

So I'll be posting that in a bit, and maybe even a different kind of sneak peak for Part 3 since I'm almost done writing it! Though to not spoil too much, it'll be like a small bit of its own, even if the event that does happen is in the chapter.

Anyway! See you guys soon, and enjoy :]

[ask-october-fox]

So thats one dream. Its nice even if I dont fully understand what its all about, or why seeing the sunrise makes me so emotional. Guess thats just something to figure out later. Now onto the other one.. << Previous //

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

Getting more confident posting my art so here's a WIP of my boys (click for bette quality)

Trying to get better at realism!

+warm up!

[natasha-in-space]

HIIIIIIIII DARLING

I'm sorry my hyperactive squirrel brain is excited to request because mystic messanger has been occupying my brain.

Anyways since your requests are open I was thinking

Zen X reader confession??? Like Zen confessing to reader,how he would do it and blablabla (also if it's possible without any spoilers for the story since I'm on the 10th day rn so y'now)

Anyways eat well and don't forget to drink (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

Thank you, dear anon! I hope you stay hydrated and eat well just as much. I had a lot of fun writing out your request! So much so that I decided to go with Zen's POV as well as your own. I hope you enjoy it :)

Zen was a hopeless romantic.

Perhaps it was just a side effect of all the exciting romance plots he always enjoyed acting out throughout his career, or maybe it was a natural part of who he was as a person. If you would ask him this directly, he wouldn't really know how to answer. Maybe, it was a combination of both. He longed for a meaningful connection with someone from a very early age, even if it wasn't necessarily romantic at the time. Songs and musicals gradually opened up his eyes to such an enormous array of breathtaking stories, full of people caring and loving ond another in so many difficult ways, both romantic as well as platonic... Something he couldn't really experience in his own home life. It was only natural for him to eventually start fantasizing about something similar on his own.

But, even despite all that... He never expected to fall for you so fast and so hard. The butterflies in his stomach he would have to deal with whenever he opened up the messenger as soon as he woke up and wondered whether or not he will see you there... how nice it would be to talk to you first thing in the morning, and how much he wanted to ask you about your plans for the day. The ticklish warmth blooming in his chest so breathtakingly whenever you would ask him about his day in turn, such genuine excitement felt in your sweet voice as he would talk to you over the phone in between his rehearsals... In fact, he got in trouble with his manager a few times already for always sneaking off to talk to you. He had no regrets. The many daydreams he would mull over in his own head as he ran his usual evening laps around his neighborhood... Thinking of how wonderful it would be to share his evening routine with you by his side. Would you two bicker like an old married couple? Or, maybe you'll stick together like glue? He couldn't help but want to find out.

It was all pretty dizzying to deal with already, in the best way possible, of course. It's been so long since he experienced the exciting feeling of falling in love.

But, when you showed up at his apartment? All worried for him of all people? He came to the realization that he was too deep to swim back out. Not like he wanted to, anyways. No matter how depressed and discouraged he would become, deep down, he knew he didn't want to let you go. You were the warm ray of sunlight he longed for. You supported him, you respected him, you encouraged him, and...

God, he hoped you would love him.

He made an effort to keep his sentimental heart under control for now. He wanted to be a proper gentleman to you! He wanted to take things nice and slow with you. Not to mention the scandal weighing down on his career currently, making his future rather unstable at best. You deserved someone who could provide for you and care for you... You deserved someone with a stable future. It wouldn't feel right for Zen to confront you with his feelings when he couldn't give you anything in return. At least, that's how he viewed it.

That is until he had to rush in to save you from that damn hacker.

Zen was aware of the danger this world possessed. Hell, he went through so many dangerous situations in his not so long lifetime, he could easily write an entire book about it, if he put his mind to it. But, nothing could compare to the paralyzing fear he felt in his very soul at the prospect of you being in danger, and him being unable to do anything about it. It made him act out in a way he hadn't in a long time. He will probably apologize to Seven for outright screaming at him to provide him the address to Rika's apartment... after giving him a piece of his mind at the party, that is.

Knowing that you were safe and sound beside him was an overwhelming relief that words couldn't describe. It was so strong, that his legs nearly gave out from underneath him the moment you two got back to his apartment. Still, he did his best to appear strong. For you. So that you could rely on him.

But... there was something else, too.

After almost losing you like that, he realized that he couldn't wait until the right moment to confess his feelings for you. Now, he knew more than ever, just how precious you became to him in a short amount of time that you have spent with him. And, truth is, he didn't want to hold back on his feelings anymore. You told him that he deserved to be selfish sometimes... So, as the day slowly faded into night, he gathered all his courage and paddled over to the tiny kitchen, where you resided currently.

"...Y/N?"

You were caught off guard and gasped as you whirled around to look at him with wide eyes. Damn it. He probably should have warned you first. You were probably still so shaken after everything that happened back at the apartment... He chastised himself internally before raising his hands up in the air to comfort you.

Well, no time like the present.

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"My bad, my bad! Didn't mean to startle you. You okay?" Zen watched you with a worried expression plastered all over his beautifully sculpted face. Seeing him there caused your head to fill up with various thoughts for some reason. So many things have happened in the span of just ten measly days. And yet, it felt like months have passed. Figuring out your own feelings amid all this chaos was practically impossible!

"I- Yes, sorry! I just got lost in my head for a moment there." You laughed it off awkwardly. It was peculiar. Zen was always gorgeous, such is his fate. You thought it was only natural for you to get just a little bit flustered in his presence, especially if it's just the two of you in an enclosed space. But, right now, he was rather disheveled. His long hair was tied up in a messy bun, a couple of locks falling over his face rather adorably, his clothes were wrinkled from all the running you two went through today, and his face looked stricken with worry. And yet, somehow, you felt even more drawn to him than ever. He almost sparkled in that cheap kitchen lighting, much to your embarrassment. You couldn't even write it off on the possible moonlight, because his apartment had no windows!

As you stood staring at him, Zen began speaking with a nervous expression. "Y/N, to tell you the truth, I... have decided something after everything that happened to us today."

"Oh?" Just hearing him mention the horrible events of today's morning made all the color drain from your face. What was he going to tell you? You honestly had no idea, but, for some reason, your anxious mind came up with all sorts of worrying options. You sure hoped he wouldn't make you go back to that apartment... You were honestly not above begging if it came down to it. The thought of returning there was too much to handle.

Your chest felt incredibly tight with worry as you waited for him to continue with bated breath. Zen took a deep breath and then raised his piercing gaze back at you, making your heart skip a beat. And it wasn't due to the anxiety this time around. "What I want to say... is my true feelings. I know I already made it obvious that I like you, but... I want to say it properly this time around. I love you."

"Uh-" A small squeak slipped passed your lips as your breath got stuck in your throat. Did you hear him wrong, maybe? Did he... Did he really... So, you tried to pull yourself together and clarify. No reason to freak out just yet! "I... Did I... Did I hear that right? You... love me?"

"Yes, you heard it all precisely right. I love you, Y/N. As a person. As a partner. I love you." He didn't even hesitate. He spoke with confidence, his words were clear and loud enough for you to hear everything.

You could feel yourself freezing up again, the heat rushing to your cheeks before you could do anything to stop it. This was so different from the way you expected this conversation to go! Here you were, worrying about him sending you back to Rika's apartment, but instead he... confessed his love to you!? Amidst all the ticklish feelings of infatuation, came the feeling of great relief, making your shoulders slump forward.

Zen continued, carefully watching your reaction as he spoke. "I know that this is an inconvenient time for something like this. I know that the prospect of being with me in a romantic sense may be very stressful for you. But, please let me say this to you anyway. Y/N... I love you. I think... I think I fell for you even before we met face-to-face."

Zen's tender gaze made your legs feel weak from the intensity of his gaze. The eagerness in his beautiful ruby eyes conveyed more than even a thousand words ever could. He loved you. That's what his eyes told you. There was no doubt about it.

"You have always been so... genuinely supportive of me. You told me that I... that I am inspiring to you, both inside and out. You never saw me as just my looks. You never once doubted me during this recent scandal. Even when I doubted myself. You believed in me when no one else did. You... You don't know just how much you saved me." He smiled at you, and yet, it almost looked like he was about to tear up. He looked at you as if you were the most valuable thing in the entire universe at this moment. And the implications of that made your heart race even more than it already did, if that was even possible. Before you could reply in any way, though, he continued. "...I love your smile. I love how you always look straight at me and accept me as I am, even when I was at my weakest. I love you, Y/N. Because you saw me as who I am. I never knew someone could become so special to me in such a short amount of time, but... it's you, Y/N. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Zen..." Seeing all the emotion flowing through his eyes, and hearing him pour out his heart to you like this truly made you feel lightheaded. You were happy, but it wasn't due to his appearance. Oh, you were so unbelievably happy. And on the brink of crying, too. You were so relieved that he did not plan on sending you away, but you were even more relieved that...

The fact that you were also in love with Zen brought you relief. No other reason could be possible.

This conclusion was so natural, it was as simple as adding up 2 + 2. This was more than anything you've felt with him before. This was more than the ticklish sensations of surprise or embarrassment... You were just so incredibly happy. Giddy, even. The only thing that was left for you to do was to express it.

You accomplished it. Without even thinking, you reached for him and took hold of his sleeve, stopping him before he was about to go on with his words. In hindsight, this was a bit awkward, but you didn't care. Zen's eyes widened a little as he looked at you, awaiting your next move. "Y/N?"

But, unfortunately, you were at a loss for words. While Zen had too much to say, you couldn't form a single word, even as your chest was practically vibrating from all the feelings of affection and happiness stacked within it. You and Zen just stared at one another for a moment or two, nothing but the buzzing sound of his freezer breaking through the silence. Even though you knew you loved him back, you couldn't find the right words to tell him. Was there even any need for the right words? You didn't know. It was confusing. Confusing and so damn exciting at the same time.

You decided to go for it. Blurting out anything that would come to your frazzled mind. "Z-Zen, I- Me too! I mean- Love. I love you, too. That's what I mean."

That was not awkward at all. You couldn't suppress a stupid laugh as you realized just how embarrassingly high-pitched your voice sounded. God, you were such a mess. Regardless, you continued on. In some weird way, you messing up so terribly at first made it easier to just be honest from then on.

"Sounds like a dream come true, my prince/ss". He murmured in return. And, before you could even think about it, he gently cupped your cheek, making your breath hitch. "...Can I kiss you?"

"Wait, no. That didn't come out right. What I'm trying to say is... I am so, so happy to hear you say all of these things... And I don't care about the timing, or your career, or the scandal, or anything at all. I mean- No, I do care, just- Agh, you get what I mean!" This time, Zen chuckled along with you, making your stomach fill up with butterflies at the sweet sound of it. With a happy smile, he nodded along and looked at you expectedly. This made you forget all about your reservations or nerves at once. You felt comfortable, relaxed. "What I'm trying to say here is... I want to be by your side. Supporting you. Loving you. And... And being loved by you. Does that sound okay?"

How could you refuse that?

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

for me it's not something like a sweater or a latte that indicates it's fall. for me it's when i feel ready to write a cozy fall fic.

[artinclined-jointheartside]

Some starting color added to Bump and Frewin!

[totkdaily]

Day 47: Finally, to Hateno

Miasma safely registered, I leave him at Dueling Peaks Stable, pick up Pumpkin, from Tasseren and head back to Hateno. In the grey morning, I see red construct lights across the plain. Excellent - materials. I ride to Fort Hateno, on the lookout for the monster control crew. 

I circle the field twice and can't find them anywhere. So I just charge through and leave the monsters behind. I'll ask at Lookout Landing next time I'm there - maybe I misremembered.

Didn't there used to be a little valley along the road here, full of statues? Yes.

And there's a cave opened up in the far wall now - Robred Dropoff Cave. And one of Misko's flags! The clue seems to be to follow the path marked by the stone statues. 

This cavern is inhabited by a bokoblin company. Sadly, for them, they're storing gunpowder. 

Misko hid the barbarian helm here - I find it, but I still haven't seen the bubbulfrog which I know must be here somewhere. And ascending brings me right to it! I ascend fully out of the cave - and I'm back in that little valley. It's already late. If I ride through, I should reach Hateno by morning. 

I find a korok in need of transport, and spend the rest of the night building a little cart. I'm quite pleased with it.

[castlebyersafterdark]

ive seen someone send this before so I'm stealing it: post oldest ask and draft you have challenge and tell us how old it is! go!

My oldest ask currently:

Which I'm hoarding so in a year or more from now when I start actually posting that fic it inspired, I can promo it with that ask saying, look how far we came!! We did it!! Haha. The ask requested a short little fic but I am incapable. The idea kinda popped off and it's going to be a lot more involved. Always the case. The drabble I posted here a few days ago ended up being 2k soooo

And my oldest draft is too long to screenshot but it's an ask from back in July I drafted and never got back to, asking to explain the gay perspective on enjoying a breeding kink which for some reason at the time I found fun to joke about but then got too embarrassed to discuss seriously. And never finished answering hahaha but I should go back and revisit more of the old ask drafts that I might have better thoughts on articulating now 😁

[softquietsteadylove]

For the 3rd part: The angst of most angst...Gil's mission didn't turned out good. Thena received an order to back-up Minerva's team and Thena's heart just fell but she didn't want to jump into conclusions. Kingo rushed into Thena's office, Thena didn't ask Kingo how the mission went, she asked him desperately with pain and guilt on how and where he (Gil) is. But Kingo didn't tell her anything. So Thena stubbornly ignored him, she prepared her equipments but Kingo said she is not going and finally revealed that Gil talked to him and asked him to take good care of her while he was away. Kingo felt something off but he still obeyed Gil, he also reminded Gil that he had made a promise to Thena, he must be back, he must comeback.

Thena had no time to breakdown, she felt guilty, she had to be strong for him. She desperately want to see him. Kingo knows that he can't change her mind and he just followed her as soon as she gears up.

"Okay, team, this is quick and dirty," Kingo briefed the team as they suited up in their protective gear. "Extrication's op ran into a bump in the road and they need our help. We're looking at minimum seven injured and possible two casualties. We don't know who, don't know if it's our own or not. We keep our eyes on the prize: we infiltrate, we take down, we save everyone we can."

"Sir!"

"Five minutes out!" Kingo sent off the rest of the team as their current second-in-command. He had to go get the boss.

"Thena?"

Thena was trembling. Her back was to her door, but Kingo could see her shoulders shaking, how tightly she was holding herself. Her weapon was sitting on her desk, not even holstered yet.

"Boss," Kingo tried again, stepping into her office and closing the door behind him. "Boss, we gotta go."

She nodded, clearing her throat. She tried to say something but all that came out was a positively pathetic whimper from the back of her throat.

"Hey," Kingo said gently, although it just seemed to make things worse. He rounded her desk, moving closer to his friend in her moment of weakness. He put a hand on her shoulder, alarmed to find that the shaking was actually much worse than it looked. "Hey, hey, come on."

"Kingo," she managed to whisper as she tried desperately to get a hold of herself. But her throat was so tight her neck was straining to keep her breath in her lungs. She was holding her arms so tightly they would probably bruise. She sniffled, "Gil-"

"We haven't heard anything new," Kingo told her exactly what she needed to know. It was true; they had heard there were casualties, and that their line of communication had dropped with the Extrication team. He didn't know any more than that.

"I-I c-can't-" Thena gasped, trying so, so hard to rein in her control of herself. He had never seen her like this.

"Okay," he whispered, pulling her against him completely. It wouldn't surprise him if she gave him hell for it later, but it was now, and she needed it now. He rubbed her back as she pressed her face into his shoulder, "let it out, Boss."

Thena gripped his shoulder and let out a positively grievous wail.

Kingo felt shaken. He had never seen Thena like this, or felt pain radiating from her to this degree. Not even when Gil first got taken away from her was she like this. He patted her shoulder in a poor attempt at optimism, "it'll...be okay."

She pulled away, swiping at her cheeks rather angrily, "don't bullshit me."

He let out a laugh, only because he didn't know what else he could do. He moved to swipe away a few more tears of hers, only for his hand to get slapped away. At least she was feeling more herself, "sorry, Boss."

Thena cleared her throat, "this is...I wasn't... "

"Hey, I'm scared for Gil too," Kingo shrugged, easily excusing the perfectly human display from his usually statuesque boss. He tilted his head at her, "maybe not the way you are, but-"

Thena glared at him, but he shrugged again. She sighed; he always had been oddly talented at seeing through people, including her. Although he had to concede that the only one better at reading her than him, was Gil.

"He asked me to take care of you," Kingo muttered, which brought more of her distress to the surface again. "He worries about you; not being here, and all."

Thena sighed, although even that was shaky. She licked her lips and looked at him, "he promised."

He promised to come back to her; he always promised that.

"He'll be okay, Thena," he said more softly. "You know Gil. He's strong, he's tough, he knows what he's doing. I'm sure he'll have things under control by the time we get there."

Thena swallowed, nodding and blinking away the last of her tears. "Two minutes."

Kingo smiled; no one was tougher than the Goddess of War. She was tough, she was baddass, she was fierce. She had survived getting taken by the enemy and tortured for information. She had directed mission after mission of some of the most high risk ops. She regularly had to face down sending the man she loved into dangerous situations. "Two minutes."

"Two minutes," she repeated, finally reaching for her weapon to clip it to her belt.

Kingo eyed the lovingly wrapped lunchbox before she took it and carefully deposited it into her desk drawer.

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Inktober Day 29. Prompt: Massive

[fremedon]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Les Misérables - Victor Hugo Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enjolras & Cosette Fauchelevent Characters: Cosette Fauchelevent, Enjolras (Les Misérables), Jean Valjean, Les Amis de l'ABC Additional Tags: Fake Dating, Cosette gets friends, Valjean gets more than he bargained for, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Eventual Happy Ending, Enjolras's metaphorical mistress is literally France, his literal fake fiancée is metaphorically France, Canon Era, Digress like a 19th Century Novelist Fest Summary:

It was true, Cosette allowed, that he was nothing at all like the beautiful young man from the Luxembourg, but she must not judge him unkindly for that. The world was full of young men, and it would be quite tedious if all the handsome ones were handsome in the same way.

[olliethescribe]

The fic is almost done! Hooray! It's over 2k words!

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.