#whimsy is my favorite challenge

[foreversimmers]

Whimsy Legacy Expanded | Gen 1-4

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young Cardigan, Taylor Swift

For @sketchbookweek Day 5 - Teenagers

[radwhims]

Ivy crosses through the park in the middle of her neighborhood on the way home. She suddenly notices the statue in the center of it for the first time.

Looking up at the stone image of a severe looking man, she catches a glimpse of the house on top of the hill that Vincent warned her about. Somehow, she doesn't feel afraid...

It will take more than spooky warnings of strange men to scare Ivy Whims.

[thecrumblingisle]

the birth may not have been as calm as desired, but baby boy jensen arrived safely in the end. introducing the first nooboo of this legacy, finch!

[dcggone]

i think ill taking an office position at this philosophy club i joined at school. i say that knowing the workload ive already taken on is daunting and a wee bit scary

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can I request a Remy fic where he Comforts his kid who needs to have surgery soon and can't play the sports they like for a while cus of it? Yes this is daddy issues anon. You fill my heart with joy and whimsy. <3

And main reason I rq this is cus I have a surgery coming up and won't be able to play soccer so I'm coping how I can lol- love your writing!

Courage in the Cards

Remy LeBeau sat on the edge of his child’s bed, watching as they stared at the wall, trying to hide the worry that had been building over the past few days. Surgery was scheduled for next week, and the reality of it weighed heavily in the air.

"You okay, mon petit?" Remy asked softly, his signature Cajun accent gently laced with concern.

His kid—normally full of energy, laughter, and excitement—gave a small shrug, barely glancing his way. It wasn’t like them to be this quiet, and it broke Remy’s heart to see their usual spark dimmed.

"I know you’re scared," he continued, leaning in a little closer, "but it’s gonna be okay, chérie. I promise."

They turned to him, their eyes betraying the fear they were trying so hard to hide. "What if it hurts? And what if… what if I can’t play soccer anymore?"

Remy felt a pang in his chest. He understood how much soccer meant to them—it was their favorite sport, something they looked forward to every day. The thought of not being able to play, even for a while, was clearly weighing on their mind.

"You gonna play soccer again, I promise you dat," Remy said firmly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from their forehead. "Might take a little time to heal up, but dat’s all. You’re strong, stronger den you know. Dis surgery—it’s just a bump in de road."

They bit their lip, their small hands fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "But what if I’m not good anymore after? What if I can’t keep up?"

Remy smiled softly, leaning in closer, so their foreheads almost touched. "Now, listen here," he said, his voice low and warm. "LeBeaus? We don’t give up dat easy. You gonna heal up, and when you get back on dat field, you’ll be better den ever. It’s okay to be scared, but dat don’t mean you won’t come out stronger."

They stayed quiet for a moment, taking in his words, but he could still see the fear in their eyes.

"You know somethin’?" Remy said, pulling out a deck of cards from his jacket, shuffling them absentmindedly. "Sometimes, when I get scared—an’ yeah, even your ol’ man gets scared—I think about my cards."

He held the deck out, flipping through them. "Every hand we’re dealt, it’s got its challenges. But you play it smart, you play it with heart, an’ you’ll always come out ahead."

They watched him for a moment before speaking, their voice small. "So, I just have to play my hand?"

Remy smiled and nodded, placing the deck in their hands. "Exactly. You got de strength to handle dis, no doubt about it. And you ain’t alone. I’m gonna be right there, every step of de way."

His kid looked down at the cards in their hands, slowly shuffling through them as Remy had taught them. After a while, they looked up at him with a bit more resolve in their eyes.

"Okay," they said, though their voice was still soft. "But… will you stay with me? Before the surgery?"

Remy wrapped an arm around them and pulled them close. "You ain’t gettin’ rid of me dat easy," he chuckled. "I’ll be right by your side, mon petit. Always."

As they leaned into him, Remy felt a bit of the tension leave their small body. The road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but they had each other—and no matter what cards life dealt, they’d face them together.

[gatorlovebot]

find my king simon masterlist here and read from the beginning. also thank you to @alwaysshallow for the inspo for a scene, you'll know &lt;3

the travel was long, just like the secretary had warned, but the day was surely worth it. the train station was bathed in golden moonlight as it snowed soft, white flakes. you marveled at the whimsy of it all, the train station was quiet at this time of night, it just seemed so idyllic. as simon’s men unloaded all the luggage from the train cars, you took a moment to just take in the beauty around you.

-

“your highness?” the secretary questioned, noticing the king staring off after exiting the train car.

“yea’,” the king grunted, barely paying attention, eyes still focused out in the distance.

the secretary thought the king was taking in the scenery, the snow that was falling. snow hadn’t fallen yet back at the kingdom. “beautiful view, ay?”

the moonlight illuminated your features wonderfully, highlighting all of his favorite parts of you. your eyes looked tired from the long day, but your features were still so soft in the light. “yea’.”

-

you don’t expect much from this trip, you and simon are constantly surrounded by people, going from one place to another. the days are long and dreadfully boring, the only upside for you is the beauty of this new city. it makes you long for freedom. in all of your years of serving the king you had never felt trapped before, but unlike now, you felt like you had simon to lean on back then. now, not so much.

you began to resent your’s and the king packed schedule within the first few days of the trip, early mornings spent getting the king ready for breakfast with some politicians, and long, drawn out dinners with diplomats. you had no time to yourself, falling into bed immediately after being dismissed from simon’s quarters for rest. you and the king didn’t have much alone time either.

you had presented a challenge to him just days before your departure and you weren’t surprised that he had spent the last few days withdrawn from you. albeit frustrating, it was not an outright bad sign. you knew and understood that simon had difficulty knowing and expressing his feelings, and even though your patience was running thin with him, you didn’t want to give up on him completely. that bastard would always have a little piece of your heart reserved just for him no matter what he did.

your only reprieve of the trip came during your last full day, a diplomat having to cancel his post lunch meeting with simon last minute. simon’s secretary broke the news while you and the king were in the middle of a near silent lunch. you both had an early morning, the silence wasn't unwelcome.

“-now you have a few hours to yourself, your highness.” the secretary explained.

simon set down his fork, not even looking up at the secretary, instead fixing his gaze towards you, across the table from him. “would you like to take a walk with me? explore the city for a bit?” he requested.

it would be your first time being alone this entire trip, and even with your contentious moments the past few days, you don’t hesitate to say yes. you needed a break from meetings and meals with important people who barely even gave you a glance. and as much as you were conflicted about your feelings towards simon, you missed spending time alone with him.

you find a park not too far from the inn you're staying at and bundle up in heavy wools and scarves. luckily, it wasn’t snowing that day but the air was cool and crisp, making you tuck your nose into you heavy scarf. simon nudged you with his elbow as you two made your way towards the entrance of the park, you loop your arm through his easily, feeling his natural warmth through all of your layers.

you two are quiet for a while, just taking in the sights and sounds of the foreign city. no matter how much tension brewed between you two, how many sharp words you flung at each other, your time together never felt awkward. you could always lean on each other, no matter the circumstances. it was one of the reasons that made you think it might actually be love.

“how did you like it ‘ere?” simon broke the silence.

although you were starting to miss the familiar walls of the castle, you had to admit you were sad you were leaving this place tomorrow. it was new and different, a change you felt like you needed, but you barely got to experience any of it. “wish we had more time.” was all that you could say.

“yea’,” he agrees, thinking for a moment, “maybe we’ll come back in the spring, in time to see the flowers bloom.”

he says it so casually, yet full of conviction, we’ll come back. we we we. “we’ll come back?” you find yourself having to clarify.

“yea’,” he confirms, his footsteps coming to a halt. he looks down at you with a humorous smirk on his face, “think we deserve a bit of a vacation.”

your lips tugged up into a smile, feeling a familiar sense of fondness in your chest for the man stood beside you. but something nags at the back of your mind, spring? it was barely even november and he wanted to wait until the spring for a vacation. “why such a long wait?”

he seems caught off guard at your question, his eyebrows raising and his mouth opening without any sound coming out at first. good, you think. “well,” he starts, “you know how tightly my schedule is written, we both know there won’t be a substantial opening for months. there’s so much to do between now and then.

what you both know is that simon doesn’t know his own schedule, simon barely knows what he’s doing tomorrow. he leaves all the schedule stuff to you, you know what he’s doing on a daily basis. simon has never cared about sticking to his schedule, canceling plans and events he didn’t feel like going to just because he can. his old secretary used to scold you for allowing the king to get away with such childish antics, but it just meant you and the king got to spend more time together away from others.

how was he to know what was planned for him in the upcoming months? even if he did know, you would have liked to think that he would cancel whatever plans were stopping the two of you from getting away from the castle and your duties. as you to resume walking down the chilly path side by side you realize just how long you’ve spent waiting for him. waiting for him to change, waiting for things to be different. you had finally grown tired of waiting.

[alltimefail]

Happy Day 4 of Cast Appreciation Week to Yuyu Kitamura!

Yuyu is not on Tumblr (to our knowledge haha), but I’m singing her praises everywhere today! Thank you for everything you’ve given our fandom, Yuyu!

Our perfect Niko Sasaki, we love you so much! 💜💀🔎

Transcript of my letter below the cut!

Happy Cast Appreciation Week! October 23, 2024

From the moment we met Niko, I knew she would be one of my favorite characters; what I didn’t know was that you would become one of my favorite actresses as well! Your performance on screen was such a blast to witness, and I felt like the role of Niko fit you like a glove.

I’m sure you’ll be told this a lot today, but you radiate positive energy and your zeal is infectious. Niko's whimsy and delicate gentleness softened the edges of some of the more intense moments of the Dead Boy Detectives and filled a gap in the Agency that was desperately needed.

One thing she doesn't get enough credit for is how astute and intelligent she is. I loved watching your acting choices in scenes where Niko wasn't talking, but rather observing. The subtle expressions you would make; a quirk of an eyebrow, eyes shifting thoughtfully between whoever was talking (or arguing, in some cases), and the micro-reactions that believably didn’t draw the attention of the characters around her but were the perfect amount of notable for the audience and so on were simply brilliant. It felt like you breathed life into her, and that when you stepped into costume you transformed into a different person. She felt very authentic and believable, which made it easy to fall in love with her, and I couldn't imagine anyone playing her as perfectly as you did.

To me, the girls complete the agency: they shake things up and push our boys to not be so "Frozen in time," so to speak. They challenge the boys, but they also love them unconditionally in a way that neither is accustomed to, at least not so openly. If Crystal brings things like courage and self-reflection to the table, Niko brings heart and compassion. The show might be Dead BOY Detectives, but the alive girls that you and Kassius play are just as important.

As for us fans, sweet Niko brought so much joy into our lives and you played her immaculately. Her soft encouragements, her journey with grief, her immense kindness, her unshakable selflessness even in fear are inspiring to us... so thank you for the time and the love you put into her. Your work certainly reads, and we all are endlessly grateful. You’re a star!

You are our Niko, always and forever, and we will all be here to support you (and fight for you) in all your current and future endeavors.

All my love, Veronica “V” @ atfsims1

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Writing Prompt Challenge: Unexpected Encounters

Hey writerly friends!

Let’s spark some creativity with a fun writing prompt challenge! Here’s the prompt:

“Your character stumbles upon a hidden door in their favorite place. When they open it, they find something completely unexpected.”

Feel free to interpret this prompt in any way that inspires you! Here are a few guidelines:

Keep it short and sweet: Aim for 100-200 words.

Be creative: The more imaginative, the better!

Share your story: Post your response in the Google Form below.

I can’t wait to see what unexpected encounters your characters will have. Happy writing! 🌟

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[ghostofskywalker]

Friendly Competition

Commander Cody & Padawan!Reader

Fictober Day 28 of 31

Words: 833

Summary: You challenge Cody to a competition: who can kill the most clankers in this battle. Usually he isn't one for games, but this time he agrees.

Note: this could be seen as a sister fic to my other platonic commander cody & obi-wan's padawan!reader fic, operation: rest and relaxation, but it can absolutely be read on its own. this is definitely one of my favorite fictober fics :)

Clone Troopers Masterlist

The transport ship was about to start its descent when you turned to Cody. “I bet I can kill more clankers than you.”

Your fellow commander hadn’t yet put his helmet on, and he turned towards you with his eyebrows raised. “I don’t think so, kid.”

“Well, do you want to make it a bet?”

He paused for a moment, clearly think about the pros and cons of accepting your challenge. “I don’t need to prove anything to you,” he said, putting his helmet on and grabbing the blaster from his belt holster.

But of course, you weren’t going to let things go that easily. “That’s fine commander,” you said. “I won’t tell my master that you’re scared.”

Silence. Now that he had his helmet on you couldn’t read his facial expression, but you knew that your joking threat might actually get him to engage. “Alright,” he said, a slightly gruff tone that you knew was all osik. “You’ve got yourself a challenger.”

“Great!” you said, and you felt the gunship touch down on the surface of the planet. “Keep count of your kills, and this will end when we get back on the transport.”

“Deal.”

The doors opened, and you ran with your troops into the heat of battle.

Obi-Wan was pushing from the other side of this forest, and the hope was that when all the droids were defeated you would meet him in the middle of the battlefield. You had already learned so much from him, and formed positive friendships with the all of the 212th, Cody in particular. It felt like you had suddenly inherited hundreds of older brothers, and the commander was the wisest of them all.

War was difficult, and you knew that even before you had left the Jedi Temple. This particular game began as something stupid that Waxer and Boil heard about from Rex and the 501st, how many droids did everyone kill during battles and skirmishes, but you had never successfully gotten the commander involved. Part of you wondered if he knew something about the difficulty of this battle that he refused to tell you, and that was why he agreed to indulge your sense of whimsy this time, but there was nothing you could do about that now.

Cody was the marshal commander of the GAR, the highest-ranking clone in the entire army, and he was terrifyingly effective in battle. On multiple occasions you had watched him toss his blaster aside and sprint directly at his adversaries, and you had heard rumors that he had even tackled General Grievous once.

Even though you were a Jedi, this was going to be one hell of a close competition.

You twirled your lightsaber through a unyielding sea of droids, mentally keeping count of every single one that you sent careening to the ground, with its head or limbs falling separate from its body. You pulled the blaster from your hip and wielded it along with your saber, a concentrated expression on your face as you focused only on the task at hand. Using a blaster was very different than the traditional Jedi weapons, but you had adapted to it pretty easily, much to the disgust of some higher-up Jedi Masters. However, it had made you more successful in battle, and so it was allowed by the council.

You knew that if this war ended you would have some heavy realities to face, but right now the main goal was to stay alive, and that’s what you did.

When the last of the droids had finally fell, your count was up to seventy-six, and you thought that was pretty good for the amount of adversaries that you had just faced. You met up with Obi-Wan and the other half of the battalion and were now taking stock of your win before trying to decide what to do next.

As you spoke to a few of the troopers on the outskirts of the group, Cody walked up to you with a smile on his face. “Alright kid, how did you do?”

You tried to play it tough, knowing that this was all a game. “I think I won, how many did you kill?”

“I asked you first.”

You stood up a little straighter before speaking. “Seventy six droids.”

The look on his face was hard to read at first, and then a gigantic smile crossed his face. “Congratulations,” he said.

“Really?” You could barely contain your excitement.

“I killed seventy five, so you won.”

Immediately you jumped for joy, running through the groups of clones and excitedly informing them that you had beat the commander in a droid kill-off, and they all laughed at your excitement as they made joking remarks about their commanding officer.

As Cody would tell Obi-Wan later when he was asked, he actually killed seventy seven droids, but the look of excitement and happiness on your face when you realized that you had beat him in a competition was completely worth the loss. 

- the end -

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[daaifu]

DAY - 3 SPRING

Finally My son

I chose him for spring because he is a little guy. Full of whimsy.

I really like how I made his hair, I have been struggling with them quite a bit, but this time they came very well. They are fluffy and soft but also quite unorganised. He is my favorite character, and, fun fact, green is my least favorite color

I don't know if I am getting faster with these illustrations, maybe??? Nobody knows. We'll see further into the challenge.

I FORGOT THE CONCEPT

[eveistdiepommes]

What activities does Sweden enjoy doing with each of his nordbros? And his sons?

If it wasn’t for this ask, I wouldn’t have gotten to draw the cutest doodles I’ve drawn to this day!! Thank you so much for your ask, Anon!! 😊🫶❤️

I think for Sweden, doing actions comes easier to him than words! Parallel play and quality time is very important to him! Let’s go down the list!!

Iceland- Sweden and Iceland get along amazingly! Like I mentioned, Sweden seems to have a calming effect on Iceland. Iceland can get heated about stuff pretty quickly (his volcanic nature!!) which can lead to outbursts or meltdowns that leave him drained and tired. Because Sweden knows what’s that like, both from personal experience and from experience with his sons, he’s very well suited for grounding Iceland! The important part is that Sweden treats him as an equal, not like a kid, and Iceland really appreciates this (even if he won’t say it outright!) Their activities usually involve critical thinking, video games, chess, stuff like that! Iceland loves the challenge, but he also loves knowing that he doesn’t have to worry about getting too frustrated around Sweden. He can wordlessly count on Sweden to keep him levelheaded!

Norway- Sweden and Norway are very close friends! Norway doesn’t pressure Sweden to talk like others who don’t know him too well might. Their activities very much fall under the term “parallel play!” They don’t have to be doing the exact same thing, but being around each other, not being alone while they do their own activities, makes them both feel happy. Most of their time spent with each other is in quiet environments, hiking nature trails, reading in the same room, going to the library to get books to read in the same room, stuff like that! Though, sometimes Sweden can get a little too absorbed in his activity, in which Norway reminds him to eat or drink some water.

Denmark- Sweden and Denmark are best friends til the end! I believe they get along well more so now than in the past, but their rivalry has never ended! Instead, it’s grown into something they use to push each other to be better! Their activities involve a lot of physical movement or manual labour! They build, craft things, they chop firewood for the other three, and they even spar with each other! Things might still get a little petty, one of them might play a little dirty to “win” at whatever they’re doing, but there’s no genuine malice! Denmark really brings out Sweden’s mischievous nature, as he enjoys messing with his friend, especially when he doesn’t expect it!

Ladonia and Sealand- OKAY OKAY OKAY this is my favorite thing ever! You guys already know I’m a sucker for family dynamics! Sweden spends time with his sons by creating bright and warm memories! He feels so lucky he is able to have kids, to have a family, despite being a “nation.” And he feels so relieved he can give his children a safe and almost normal childhood. Sealand had come into his life with his own bad memories, since he manifested in the midst of WWII. But Sweden is grateful he can protect and guide his son now. Ladonia is younger than Sealand, and thus, he really doesn’t have a scary past. I think Sealand was the last of the nations to manifest and have to deal with that fear so young, but I can explain that in another separate post!! All this to say, Sweden feels honored he can be for his sons what he wish he had as a young nation! He brings them on many excursions, and each one is filled with whimsy and adventure! Sealand, being energetic and rambunctious, loves going anywhere and everywhere! His younger, but taller, brother Ladonia prefers staying indoors due to the nature of his being. But Sweden believes Ladonia needs more fresh air, and Sealand could definitely benefit from getting his energy out, so they do things like fishing! That’s become their favorite thing to do! Ladonia can’t swim, so he wears a life vest in the boat. Sealand helps him put it on and makes sure his younger brother is secure and safe, much to his annoyance! It’s a very precious display, and it makes Sweden’s chest warm! It takes Ladonia a bit to get used to fishing, as he gets nervous catching fish and reeling them in, so to ease him into it, Sealand or Sweden help him catch one and hold it for him to touch. Ladonia eventually holds his own fish and suddenly feels very proud!! After hours of having fun, and with their bellies full from Finland’s home cooked lunch, Ladonia and Sealand fall asleep in Sweden’s truck as he drives them home. And Sweden snaps a picture of how cute they look before carrying them inside, with Finland’s help of course.

I love the doodles I did for this ask so much, so you guys get my favorites without the text!! If you guys want me to post the other two without the text, just let me know!! I’ll try to clean them up a bit!! Sorry this took so long, Anon! I just had so many ideas and I was so excited, I had to calm myself down enough to draw them!!! Thank you for this ask!! It made me so happy to doodle all of these!!

[radwhims]

Willa: I just love you too much.

Ivy: You loved me just right, mom.

💗

[justhere4thevibez]

I got tagged by @1lostsoul0fishbowl @pipergirl17 AND @pearlypairings weeks ago for this fic challenge, so thanks for all the love guys:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

The Interview A fun college AU that starts out with Chrissy meeting Eddie when she interviews him for her journalism class and devolves into fake dating and real falling in love. Fluff, angst, and humor bundled into a fic that's very close to my heart.

A Very Harrington Christmas Chrissy agrees to be Steve's fake girlfriend to help him get Nancy back over a Christmas ski vacation and ends up falling for Eddie along the way. A Hallmark-esque comedy of errors with Christmas shenanigans aplenty.

Hold Onto Me Vampire Eddie tries to help clairvoyant Chrissy figure out her gift - and tries not to fall for her while he does. Angst, supernatural elements, and my very first explicit smut lol.

Devil in the Woods A fairytale-esque story where Chrissy runs away from her family, only to fall right into the arms of the devil himself, Eddie Munson (who isn't quite as scary as he seems). Whimsy, magic, and a lot of hurt/comfort.

Long Is the Road Out of Hell I'd be remiss not to add this one, my most popular fic to date. Chrissy joins Hellfire club in the hopes of getting Jason to dump her, but with Eddie's help she gains a whole lot more than that. Hurt/comfort, Chrissy becoming a nerd, and the Mike Wheeler we all deserved to see.

I decided to only do long fics for this, because I never would've been able to choose otherwise lol. If anyone wants to see my top five oneshots, feel free to inbox me!

[symmage]

Whimsy Bit #6-Venting Session

Nothing much happened on this day. Emily mainly sat around the house. Night approached, and she had the place to herself for a bit, so she took advantage of the time to take a warm bath. Still wrapped in a towel, she sat downstairs to read one of her favorite books.

Just as she finished a quick chapter and was headed back to her bedroom, she was startled by Brant, who had just returned from hanging out with some gym friends at Club Calico. Brant's stay was steadily coming to a close tomorrow, and as much as Emily enjoyed his company, this little moment made her miss her privacy. I mean...it's a good thing she hadn't walked downstairs in the nude.

Emily could tell Brant had been drinking; the smell was on his breath, and his cheeks blushed. He felt the need to apologize for Supriya's accusations...again...and thanked her for helping him with his dilemma for the umpteenth time...then he mumbled some other gibberish that she couldn't make out.

Suddenly, he eagerly wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. She was slightly embarrassed about being in a towel before him but still reciprocated his bear hug.

Emily attempted to usher him upstairs to go to bed, but Brant's demeanor suggested that he needed a sit-down talk. So, Emily went upstairs to change into some clothes (that I'll be updating soon because girly has been sporting these same clothes for a while now) and returned downstairs. She saw him sitting pitifully on the couch, his face overcome with tears.

Emily: "Brant...what's up? You were so happy just a few minutes ago..." Brant: *sighs* "Em, I know I'm making the right decision, but I'm just so worried about how big the change will be in our relationship." Emily: "What do you mean? Are you having second thoughts?"

Brant: "What if...what if he meets someone else?" Emily: "Now why do you think he would do that?" Brant: "I don't know. He will be in another region of the world without me...around sophisticated and artsy sims in Windenburg. It's right up Brent's alley." Emily: "Yeah...but it's only temporary, remember? Once the business trip is over, he'll be right back home with you and Rosie!"

Emily: "Besides, distance makes the heart grow fonder...right?"

Brant, a strong and loveable figure, now looked like a wounded puppy. Just days ago, he was adapting to fully supporting Brent's upcoming travels with his renowned art group, Painterly Spirits. But the alcohol had a way of amplifying the reality of Brent's three-month business trip to Windenburg and Britechester, making it even more challenging to accept. The two were inseparable, except when they were working.

-I take it that Brant chose to stay with Emily to get a feel of how things would be without Brent. Could he adjust? It was doable at first, but he started to get anxious and miss him as time approached.

Brant: "Em, how can I just send my husband off for THAT LONG and pretend I'm fine?! I-I might as well wrap his cute a$$ into an aesthetically pleasing gift wrapping with sparkles and hand him over to the next hunky artist he's bound to see over there!"

Emily: "My goodness, Brant! Why would you think Brent could be so easily swayed by another?" Brant: "I don't know! I'm just thinking out loud..and irrationally..." *hic*

Emily was taken aback by Brant's insecurity about Brent's faithfulness. She hadn't had the opportunity to hang with Brent herself, but she'd seen the pair together before, just in passing, and they were always very loving to each other. He mustn't have always felt this way.

But seriously, in the end, she blamed it on the alcohol making him this delusional. How much did he have to drink tonight? Geez.

Emily: "How about this. Let's get your mind off freaking out about Brent finding new overseas peen. I think we should go to the nearby plaza to do some shopping. We can get some new clothes and do whatever you want to ease your mind? How does that sound?" Brant: "Yea...YEA! Sounds fun! Let's do it."

Brant: "Now that I'm thinking about it, let's go to that barber shop there too! I haven't done anything different with my hair in so long! You know, the puffy pompadour swoop has become my signature. Maybe I should switch it up?" Emily: "Hmmm...your pompadour does look good on you, but if you want to, let's see if you can find something else to frame that handsome face of yours."

The pair separated and headed upstairs to their beds.

Feeling pleased with letting out his frustrations in his drunken state, Brant yawned loudly and collapsed into bed. Hopefully, he can sleep off the hangover.

Finally, Emily was able to go to bed herself. Quickly pulling the covers over her, she sunk into the comforts of her mattress and cold pillow. Tomorrow would be a fun day, and she wanted to make sure Brant returned home to his love with new confidence in not just himself but also in the resilience of their marriage.

-Good night yall... or morning...whatever time it is for you when you read this 😄

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers. Spread the self-love~ 🫶🏻

Thank you for the request, I finally got to it :D Five fics that I've written which are my favourite - (and I had to choose only those I've already finished, but a lot of my fav settings are in the long long chaptered poly fics x)) 1. Caught In the Downpoor – Sky/Rain, Love in The Air I love the entire trilogy I wrote because it was a silly whimsy idea that we had a lot of fun developing on discord and then I started writing it, and other people supported it too and now there are so many awesome SkyRain fics out there that absolutely fit my taste with ADHD, platonic bdsm and close friendship vibes. This is just such a comfort ghost ship for me that is popular enough to constantly return to xD I might even write fourth story for them one day! Who knows when inspiration hits but I'm not really done with those weather besties.

2. Young And Menace - Sand/Ray, Todd/Black, Not Me + Only Friends I love this one because crossovers of any Thai BL with Not Me is an amazing idea, in my opinion. And since we got to know Sand lived in the same building as Black, and we didn't get to see him using his bat, I took the headcanon of them being friends and ran with it xD Plus, I think, this story just poured out of me in one sitting and I didn't really know what was going to happen, but all of them ended up very emotional. And poetical. And I consider it well written so yeah, my fav!

3. I let you paint me in black - Black/|Yok, Not Me I am back with my Not Me fics and ghost ships :D We joked on NM discord that Yok definitely tried to get it on with all of gang members, and he's also the kinky one - meanwhile Black is on the violent side. I put handcuffs on Yok, gave Black some tools and played with them like dolls. And as expected, they had a lot of fun! This and its sequel fic are some of my short stories that I write in one sitting simply for an idea but I think I managed to capture some tension between these characters which I don't usually have in my stories.

4. Capturing the sight of a broken soul - Nick/|Sand, Nick/Boston, Only Friends Uh... I don't need to put a disclaimer about another ghost ship, do I? I just love platonic bonds and close friendship that are borderline romantic or touchy. And somebody needed to comfort Sand after everything he's been through! Come on! And Nick had to repay with his kindness and softness back. Also I challenged myself to write Boston's POV here which was... extremely fun! I was thinking how he and Sand could get to a more friendly side, and I think I found the way.

5. Boredom is a crime - Korn/Wai, Bad Buddy Last but not least, this was my first ever fic I wrote for Thai BL series. Which was on itself fascinating, as I haven't been really writing for years in my other kpop fandom. But meeting other fans and ficwriters, getting overwhelming support and attention for my works and forming community felt so inspiring that I started writing and drawing for myself and for fun again. It was also the time when I challenged myself to write coherent stories in English, and I practiced on BBS and NM. Also I should really write more (even more) asexual and ADHD characters... Anyway, Korn's POV is still my favourite and I had a lot of fun and it's a very important milestone.

It was a nostalgic journey, and I remembered once again what I love writing about. I never know what message do I give but I hope my stories are simply comforting or fun to explore for other people =)

I'm passing the torch to @ullvide @xagan @springkitten @doyou000me @wereflamingo-in-thai-dramaland (or tag me if you already did such post!)