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lizpaige · 2 months ago

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i love ur ficlets!! for a prompt: adam arrives home exhausted after the work trip from hell and ronan gives him some TLC. thanks 💕

thanks for the prompt, anon! hope you like this one, too! ❤️

After a four hour flight delay and a miserable trip for work that was, in the end, just a waste of time, Adam was home.

Their townhouse in DC was barely lived in. They both traveled so much that they barely got to utilize the space for more than a day or two consecutively. It only bothered Adam when he was home and realized they were missing something basic - hand towels in the bathroom or extra sheets in the bedroom - but quickly forgot about it when they were away again.

Opening the front door, the whole place felt lonely and cold. He toed off his shoes, tossed his keys in the bowl by the door, dropped his messenger bag next to his carry-on luggage, and pulled off his suit jacket. He threw himself on the couch, scrolling through his phone to find somewhere to order food, knowing they had nothing in, when the doorbell rang.

When he answered it, a delivery guy with a paper bag monogrammed with the restaurant name of his favorite Italian place was there.

“I didn’t order anything,” Adam stammered.

“Uh, are you Adam Parrish?” The man read his name off the receipt. “Definitely yours then. Already paid for. Thanks for the tip.” He shoved it into Adam’s arms and walked away.

Adam stood there for a moment dumbfounded before his pocket buzzed with an incoming text from Ronan: bon appetit bitch x

Adam had asked Ronan where he was in the states, hoping he was close by so he wouldn’t have to spend his weekend off alone, but Ronan was with his brothers in Boston so Adam didn’t ask. He didn’t really tell him much about the horrible work trip either, just sort of dodged the question with a lot of sighs and nonanswers.

But Ronan knew him.

An hour after he settled in for the night, after a shower, after demolishing his penne alla vodka, getting into Ronan’s sweats, and collapsing on the couch with a mindless nature documentary to fall asleep to, the front door opened.

And then a loud commotion as the intruder tripped over all of Adam’s belongings he had dumped there at the front door. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Ronan?” Adam jolted off the couch and scrambled to the door. His luggage was on its side and so was Ronan. He helped him up and was immediately pulled into a tight embrace

Adam buried his face in Ronan’s neck and breathed him in, all the tension he’d been carrying for the last month on his ongoing work trip was released.

Ronan laughed, running a soothing hand down his back. “Hey there.”

Adam just groaned and Ronan pressed a kiss to his neck and held him, for as long as he needed, which was apparently a long time.

“That bad, huh?” He said after a while and Adam started to lean all his weight against him. Ronan laughed again. “Can you make it to the couch or are you dead?”

“Not sure,” Adam grumbled into his shoulder. Ronan huffed another laugh and picked Adam up, holding him close against his chest as he brought them to the couch. Selfishly Adam liked this and he knew Ronan liked to show off so it was a win-win.

When they made it to the couch, Adam pulled Ronan down on top of him, hand resting at the base of his skull, pulling him in for a kiss. He lost count of how many days they spent apart this time, but he knew it was too many.

“You’re here,” Adam said eventually when their lungs needed a break.

Ronan hummed in reply and rested his head against Adam’s shoulder, grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers together. Adam let his other hand run along Ronan’s temple, down his cheek, his jaw, along his ear, down his neck. He closed his eyes, both feeling better by Ronan’s proximity and also guilty that he pulled him away from whatever.

Seemingly able to read his mind, Ronan said, “you know, you can just ask me to come home. Or shit, I could, like, meet you somewhere.”

“Hm?”

“You know what I fucking mean,” Ronan punched his side. “You had a shitty month of some yuppie government bullshit, but like… I can drop whatever, hop on a flight, come see you.”

“I don’t know if you have clearance to—”

“I’ll sign whatever NDA you need me to. Fuck knows I don’t understand half the shit you talk about anyway.” Ronan pulled their joined hands to his lips. “Or I see you for a night or something. Doesn’t have to be long if you’re busy.”

This was still difficult for Adam to do. To ask for things he knew Ronan was ready and willing to give. And while sometimes Ronan had a freaky way of reading his mind, it wasn’t always and Adam should be able to ask for what he needs.

“I know you wanted me to come home this weekend, but enough with dropping hints.” Ronan turned his head and kissed his sternum, then up to his lips. “Just ask me.”

Adam pulled him in for a kiss, slow and deep, a promise that words couldn’t adequately express, some gratitude for Ronan coming anyway even though Adam hadn’t asked. Adam had only been working this job for a year and while he was still fiercely independent, sometimes he just wanted to see Ronan. They were still figuring out the distance.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, pulling back. “Or we could meet halfway? If you’re busy and—”

“Sure, Parrish,” Ronan kissed him again and then got up. He outstretched a hand to Adam on the couch expectantly. “Come on, we’re going to bed.”

#they’re so soft your honor #i am SO intrigued by how pynch manage to do long distance long term post gw #like EXCUSE ME WHAT #these needy bastards?#like year sure adam is mr independent but he is a needy bitch too!#ronan lynch #adam parrish #pynch #send me prompts #trc #the raven cycle #tdt #the dreamer trilogy #bon appetit bitch c

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luxaofhesperides · 1 year ago

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Wait wait wait, can there be more written about the one with Duke going on college tours with Danny??? If it's not too late?!??

(part one)

Danny’s been in love with Duke for years now. It’s always been kept a closely guarded secret, buried under as many wraps as he could get it. He tried to chase after other fleeting crushes in the hopes of moving on from his feelings for Duke, sure that they were never going to go anywhere.

How could they, when they lived states apart?

The Danny back then would have never believed that he would one day be waking up in Duke’s arms in a hotel far away from home, traveling around the country to figure out a future together.

Or rather, planning their own futures by each other’s sides, rather than planning to be together throughout college. Danny knows they’ll be spending even more years apart, chasing after their dreams, but it’s a gift just to a a summer together again. So what if it leads them to living on opposite sides of the country? They’ve managed to survive a long distance friendship for this long, they can keep it up for another few years.

And if it comes to it, Danny can just fly to wherever Duke is. He’s only gotten faster over the years, settling into his powers and practicing them so often.

The future is daunting, but all his nerves are chased away by Duke’s smiles.

“Can’t believe we’re almost done,” Duke says as they get settled at a restaurant in Massachusetts. They’re both tired, but the giddiness of getting together, of knowing their feelings are requited, keeps them energized and happy despite the long drive across state lines.

“One state left, yeah?”

“Yeah, and I got Harvard first on the list so we can visit Jazz.”

“You’re the best,” Danny grins, stretching his legs out under the table to lightly knock his foot against Duke’s.

This entire trip has felt like a daydream to him. It’s one thing being able to travel around the country with Duke, but to be able to kiss him wherever they go? Even now, two weeks later, Danny can’t believe how happy he is.

It makes the uncertainty of his future less scary. It helps distract him from how much he wants to escape his parents, despite how much he loves them.

Their conversation comes to a brief pause as a waiter comes by to take their order, writing everything down before hurrying away to keep up with the rush of activity in the semi-busy restaurant.

“Oh,” Danny says, suddenly remembering the third person in their group, “Is Peter going to be joining us?”

Peter, Duke’s chaperones, is odd but funny. He disappears and reappears like a magician, always carries a gun on him, and treats Duke like a little brother the rare moments he’s around. He’s mostly only been with them to act as transport, driving them around from university to university.

Duke’s face does something strange when he hears Peter’s name, but it’s gone before Danny can figure out what that’s all about.

“Nah,” he answers, “He’s off doing his own thing. You’ve seen how he likes to follow his own plans.”

“So I guess we’re stopping here for the day?”

“Yeah. I’m sure we can find somewhere nice to spend the night, and until then we can explore—” Duke takes a quick moment to check the name of the town they’re in, helpfully stated on the restaurant’s wall of five star reviews “—Baldwinville. I’m sure there’s something for us to do around here.”

“I mean, we don’t have to do anything special, you know. I’d be happy to just to spend the day with you.”

Duke smiles softly, reaching over the table to take hold of Danny’s hand. “I’d like that too. Maybe we should just take some time and explore the place together. Have a relaxing day before we head to Cambridge.”

“That’ll be nice. I feel like it’s been forever since I had a quiet day.”

“Same!” Duke laughs. “Gotham’s wild, man. Did I ever tell you the story of having a barbeque with Killer Croc?”

“No! I can’t believe you kept that from me!”

Duke launches into the story as if it’s any other day, just the two of them hanging out. Danny’s enraptured as he always is when Duke shares his Gotham Stories. He doesn’t falter even when their food is brought out, and Danny tries not to blush too hard when Duke feeds Danny some of his meal, just so he can try it.

There’s a reason Danny sometimes daydreams about what his wedding with Duke will look like, and it’s because of this.

But that’s getting way ahead of himself! He shoves the thoughts away and focuses on the story, enjoying their lunch together.

Duke pays when they’re done, as has become routine; Danny had fought him about the first few times before Duke told him that it was all ‘Bruce fucking Wayne’s money so they don’t need to worry about costs.’ It’s a gift from the man himself to Duke, and rejecting it would be rude.

That hit Danny right in his midwestern politeness and he could do nothing but let it happen, already planning thank you gifts for Bruce Wayne.

They walk out into the quiet streets of Baldwinville, hand in hand. Summer has the air humid and full of buzzing insects, and the sweet scent of flowers surrounds them as they head down the sidewalk, idly looking into the display windows of each store they pass. The buildings are old, mostly made of brick, and carry a charm that’s lacking in the urban sprawl of Amity Park.

He likes it here.

Honestly, he’s been liking a lot of what he’s seen in Massachusetts.

He wouldn’t mind spending a few years here as he gets his Bachelor’s degree. Of course, it all depends on if he gets into the colleges of his choice, but he’s feeling hopeful about his future. He’s worked hard to bring his GPA up after his freshman year, and his ability to juggle and extreme workload has made him a master at getting things done before deadlines and adapting to things at the last minute.

Danny idly swings their clasped hands between them as they walk, savoring the time they have together.

The end of their summer trip is creeping up on them and Danny can feel the distance between them start to pull tight.

They don’t speak until they wander into a park, just a large grassy field filled with wildflowers and bees. There are a few benches placed beneath large trees and Duke leads them over to it to take advantage of the offered shade.

“I can’t believe we’re almost done,” Duke says, sitting down with a sigh. He tugs Danny down after him, and Danny goes willingly. He swings his legs up to drop them across Duke’s lap, leaning against him, his heart fluttering when Duke gets a hand around his thigh to keep him in place.

“I don’t want this summer to end,” Danny admits. “I’m not ready to leave you again.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out. I’m not going to be away from you any longer than I have to.”

Danny can’t resist the urge to lean over and kiss him, so he doesn’t. Duke meets him with a smile, keeping the kiss slow and sweet, though the way his hand skates up Danny’s thigh sends molten heat through his veins.

He pulls back before they can escalate any further (one time in public was enough; he’s still embarrassed by it and can’t look Peter in the eyes) and leans his head against Duke’s shoulder. “It would be nice if we could live together.”

“Planning out our future already? Well, in that case, I want a dog and a pet snake.”

“Why a pet snake?”

“Just feel like it.”

“A dog would be nice,” Danny says, “As long as it gets along with Cujo. Not sure about the snake, but if you can take care of it, I’d be fine with having it around.”

“Think you’d ever live in Gotham?”

Danny considers, then shrugs. “Maybe. I dunno, it sounds like a lot and I already dealt with so much just with the ghosts in Amity Park. But I don’t think I’d mind if I was with you.”

The smile that crosses Duke’s face is soft and Danny wants to see it all the time. He loves when Duke gets flustered; Danny just turns red and shy, but Duke becomes soft and adoring in a way that makes Danny feel like he’s holding sunlight, all warm and happy.

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves,” Duke says, not yet able to bite back his smile. “Now that we’ve visited most of the places on our list, do you know which ones you’re going to apply to?”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Danny answers. He’s been thinking about where he wants to go since summer started and he left school with Mr. Lancer reminder everyone to think about college and preparing their applications.

It’s been a topic that’s never left his mind since for the past couple months, wondering about what the future holds for him. He honestly never thought he’s get this far, having died at 14 and struggled to adapt to how his life changed after. But he’s gotten back on track with school, has a handle on the ghosts, and the support of his parents to go anywhere he wants.

For so long he’s been stuck in the routine of school, fight, struggle. There was never any time for anything else, much less planning for the future, and now it’s hanging heavy over his head.

At least he gets to be with Duke as he figures things out. It’s like going back to their childhood, spending summers together, but they’re both grown up now, walking ever closer to the next stages of their lives.

He’d love to get into MIT, but he knows the chances of being accepted are insanely low. He’ll apply anyways, just in case, but Danny’s prepared to go somewhere else. Maybe somewhere else in Massachusets. Or maybe go to New York.

“I really liked the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. If I get in, I think I’m gonna go there,” Danny says, putting his hopes for the future into words.

“Yeah? I think I might try to get into a college up here too,” Duke replies. “If things work out, we won’t be so far from each other.”

“And even if we do end up far away again, we can make long distance work. Right?”

There’s a worry in the back of his mind that Duke won’t like a long distance relationship, that he’ll be off in college falling in love with someone else, but there’s barely a second before Duke says, “Of course,” as though it’s obvious. Like he hadn’t considered any other option.

Danny’s heart settles and he shoves away the rest of his general anxieties. There’s no time for that now!

He intends to enjoy the rest of his summer trip with Duke to the fullest extent possible, which means all of that is a problem for Future Danny.

“Should we go find Peter? We’ll need to figure out where we’re staying tonight.”

“I think we can go a few more hours to a bigger town,” Duke says, “Not that this place isn’t nice, it’s just too quiet. It’s weird.”

“Alright, city boy,” Danny says, standing up from the bench. He pulls Duke up after him, leaning over to kiss the exaggerated offended expression off his face. It’s not like he’s wrong, anyways; Gotham is a big city, and Duke is an urban boy through and through, especially compared to Danny, who comes from a large town and has family living in reclusive rural Appalachia.

“Small towner,” Duke returns, nipping lightly at Danny’s bottom lip and laughing when he squeaks in surprise.

He pulls away before Danny can retaliate, and Danny lets him go, saving his revenge for after they get to their next hotel.

Their time together is coming to an end soon, and as much as the future terrifies and excites him in equal measure, knowing Duke will be with him, one way or another, gives him the courage to keep going.

He hopes Jazz will be happy that Duke’s dating him now. He’s already hoping to ask her to be a bridesmaid for him.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #my writing #part one is dukes pov of him crushing on danny and looking forward to a fun summer #and this part is dannys pov where hes like i LOVE him im planning to MARRY him!!!#hes whipped is what im saying #they do know abt each others powers and all but thats not relevant rn lol. the hero ids are still secret but not for long >:)#as in theyre just gonna be like 'oh shit you too?' and roll w it #kings of going w the flow #anyways!! i like to think that duke will go to umass amherst and danny to the institute he named in this fic #so they live a state away from each other and danny flies over to duke every weekend #their college friends are all lowkey jealous of how good their long distance rship is. everyone wants what they have!!!#thanks for the prompt!!#this is the last one for this batch of ghostlights prompts!!! cant believe i managed to write all of them :)

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eloquent-edits · 1 year ago

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🗡️ Trust, we’ll be together soon

think of me with all that you see 🗡️ prompts for long distance romance

Character A asks about character B’s favorite flowers, then sends B pictures of the flowers whenever they find them

Stargazing across the world by pointing out the same constellations

A calling B on the way to work in their morning, describing the scenery and how the leaves are changing

B traveling to a new country and shipping a couple souvenirs to A because they think A would love the trinkets

B lives in a crowded city and their heart skips a beat when they catch a glimpse of someone who looks like A

A brewing their cup of coffee in the same way that B likes it because maybe they’ll like it too (or maybe they won’t and now A needs to convince B to change their ways)

Their vastly different music taste means that A associates a whole genre of music with B and will text B if they hear any song that remotely resembles what they like

B noting down places in the city that A might want to visit, plus some cute spots to take pictures or go on dates together

Date night where A and B deliver the same type of meal to each other and talk over a call while eating it (bonus: they rate the meal afterwards and if they both love it, it goes on the list of favorite restaurants)

A realizes that B’s state/country/continent doesn’t have a specific animal that’s super common and spamming B with pictures and facts about it

#prompts #writing #writing prompts #long distance prompts #romance prompts #long distance relationship #a shorter list because I must focus on work #and I need to try to think back on the positives of the ldr I had instead of the negatives

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tellmeomuse · 3 months ago

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today I am feeling intense gratitude towards my patreon patrons whose support has allowed me to buy materials for a truly unhinged mixed-media writing project

#being honest it's the first time I've felt really excited about writing since last summer #I experienced what was in retrospect extremely severe burnout last fall #probably prompted by trying to push through the aftereffects of covid to finish posting AITNISTS on time #while simultaneously working on several work deadines #I don't think I understood what I was doing to myself at the time but now that I have a little distance I get it now #I couldn't even look at my writing projects without getting wildly stressed for a few months #but I'll admit it's coming back to me now #so it's time to finally finish editing AITNISTS for purchase and then start work on two other projects #one will be a really long-term one and one will be shorter #but I feel excited and creative again and that's really nice #so today while the weather is nice I'm gonna hit some thrift stores and see if I can't find some weird shit

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elfy-art · 4 months ago

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i want the parts of your hand-grenade heart that beat slowly with anger and fear

#comments and tags about my art n what u think are very very welcome and make me very very happy! talk to meeee!!!#fantasy ocs #sigh #reuven #elf oc #dnd inspired #fantasy oc #yew art #art #digital art #HI. IM BACK ON MY ADHD MEDICATION AND HAVING A DECENT PAIN DAY SO I SPENT A FEW HOURS DRAWING THIS!#i listened to the linked song on loop the whole time while drawing And i am still listening to it on loop right now #the line i put the link in is what inspired this whole drawing. i was listening to the song and i heard that line #and the faces and palm kiss popped into my mind SO VIVIDLY #i think i did a pretty good job with this one #its the most detail ive put into a drawing in like. a solid 6 months. medical shit just kept happening and happening #so i wasnt drawing much if at all #BUT!!! pain is sloooowly improving since the spine breaking and then surgery #very slow recovery for spine injuries unfortunately. not to mention id already injured the same place in my spine #and needed surgery for that too...#but!!! im recovering. im slooowly regaining strength (i can walk short distances without my rollator now!!!!)#and getting arm and hand control back too! its coming back pretty fast but i still rest it often and do stretches #but!!! yeah thats my life lately #im SO glad to be back on my adhd med now tho omfg i feel like an actual person again its so wonderful #i can finally get back to my passion... drawing elves being gay.#sigh is bigender though so like... gaystraight? /joke im bigender myself and its Never straight #this is a long enough tag ramble. enjoy my characters and my first detailed and colored sketch ive done in a long time #OH AND ALSO. feel free to send. requests and questions and prompts About My Ocs. i LOVE talking about them #it always boosts my mental health and makes me feel good when people care about my ocs #sigh/reuven

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deus-ex-mona · 5 months ago

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ok yk what. now that i’ve had some time to process nghy canon, considering the current pacing of gen retcon, i think their next step is as ✨clear as day✨

i really like seeing them happy together, but i truly do think that they should divorce and either live the rest of their lives as single besties; partners in hero/heroine-isms, but better off as just friends, or go their separate ways for a bit and get back together when they’re a little older and wiser, staying together for good this time around, as each other’s first and last boyfriend/girlfriend

#‘haven’t you had quite enough of pushing your divorce agendas??? like with lxl????’ no. never.#idk i think part of their charm was nagisa’s patience and genuine earnest love for hiyori #and hiyori’s determination to achieve her goals of becoming a true heroine in every sense of the word…#but the current pacing is kinda… um. i really love how nghy is now truly canon ofc. but… it feels too rushed?#like they’re just checking off a box on a ‘relationships to go’ checklist?#and nagisa’s sudden second confession? in a throwaway line? what was that all about man… when did that even happen? excuse?#i think it’d have been more meaningful if hiyori was the one to confess without any prompting (to lead to their relationship)…#and. uh. don’t take this the wrong way but… noontea seemed a little peer pressure-y to me.#it kinda felt like juri and chizu were pressuring hiyori into getting a bf… it’s been eating away at me ever since i tried to tl it. but.#…idk. point is. i think a relationship built on those foundations (peer pressure/fomo and a suddenly persistent guy(???)) is doomed to fail #and so i think nghy should divorce. maybe they’ll reconnect romantically in a few years #(fulfilling nagisa’s agreement to be hiyori’s ‘last bf’ as well as having been her ‘first bf’ during their first try at a relationship)#or they could just be besties till the end of time; having been each other’s hero and heroine once upon a time #ik hw doesn’t do breakups of their main couples (not since nakimushi kareshi eons ago i think…)#but i think they should give it another go for nghy. maybe it’d make their love story a little more compelling #and maybe we could all unite under the cheers of hoping that ng and hy get back together in the future as more mature adults…?#idk i just. think the ‘right person; wrong time’ trope could work for nghy #like how it went in sukiuso/heroika with nagisa’s failed confession #even then they were the right person for each other; it just wasn’t the right time for them to date (personal goals/long distance/etc)#so maybe. this time ‘round even though they’ve started dating circumstances could still pop up here and there and maybe…?#…but idk~~~~~~~~ maybe it’s just the 5am thoughts or something that’s finally putting my incoherent trains of thoughts into words…#point is!!!!!! the current pacing is awkward!!!!!!!!! nghy deserve better!!!!!!! and their love story needs to be treated with more care!!!!#idk are hw trying to speedrun nghy for h10w bc nghy’s. like. a mix of different features of their previous couples #which would make ‘em the perfect couple to bring h10w together(???) or something???#but idk. im still really really happy the nghy is canon but. there are some mixed feelings here and there too…#idk dudes this has gotten way too long for its own good so ig i’ll stop here…#live laugh love nghy canon but… i still think they should break up for *at least* a year or so to reasses their relationship #sorry nghy… it’s for your own good i swear… i truly want you to be happy together!!!! i really do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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harriet13rjw · 19 days ago

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Dialogue prompt from an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone last night.

🖤✨

“Leave it to you to fall in love with a princess.”

“leave it to you to complain, as I recon you had dragged me all the way to Paris to see a man that just so happens to not exist.”

“ha! Who cares if Baudelaire was dead, it was Paris. How many people get to actually see Paris.”

“In this day and age many, it’s an awfully big tourist attraction. I would have preferred Mykonos.”

“Ah, Greece, lets go there right now.”

“Sure, but after we visit Arginali palace.”

“Gah, … I bet you 43 pounds she doesn’t even remember you.”

“Don’t bet our travel money Henry, were almost there.”

“Yeah but what happens when we do get there, we don’t have a carriage, status or an invite.”

“She’ll let us in.”

“How? she probably happily flirting with an actual prince in her stupidly large rose garden.”

“I sent a letter, and she wouldn’t do that.”

“You sent a letter? We could have hitched a ride with the post man.”

“We’re almost there anyway.”

“How many miles is almost there?”

“The palace is in our range of sight, isn’t that enough for you.”

“It would be if it was Queen Victoria’s palace.”

“Why do you hate Eden so much?”

“I don’t hate her! I just don’t want to walk anymore.”

“Understandable.”

“… hey Vic, Do you think they would have raspberry scones there?”

“I’d say it’s a high chance.”

“That’s nice, haven’t had one of those in a while.”

#diologue #writing community #creative wrting #my writing #writers on tumblr #travel #should i write this?#writing prompt #long distance love #travel partners #victorian era

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seeminglydark · 1 year ago

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If you don’t mind, could Mickey and his partner get some love? Maybe something from their early relationship when they first got together.

Anon, I DONT mind at all! All the requests/prompts I’ve gotten were for JxC which I love, and I have one or two more I’ll do, BUT I may or may not have dropped everything when I got this one cuz THE BOYS YES I WILL DRAW the boys. This is slightly before their early relationship, which is hopefully ok, but I love bi panic reggie and oblivious Mick and I’ve had an idea of something like this for a while, so thank you for giving me the opportunity to make it! I AM going to draw some cuddles/spicy/thirst trap/relationshippy stuff with them more often I think.

Anyway for context for those who don’t know these characters, or haven’t read my smallest project Call Me Mickey, Mick and Reggie are married and from my comic Seemingly Dark. This scene is just after their MeetCute on the internets of 2008, when online user MightyMouse jumps on a bus to Seattle to check on his ‘best pal’ RockabillyReggie, who suffers from chronic depression. Mickey has never been in a real relationship or found himself attracted to any of the girls his other friends try to hook him up with back in LA, well it turns out that’s cuz he’s INCREDIBLY GAY and his new found friend Reggie helps him navigate new found feelings.

Reg, ofc, has a big thirst for this cute dude crashing on the couch in his apartment but tries very hard to keep his cool until Mick confesses to him later that night.

SO YEAH I really do love them. I don’t draw as much as I used too cuz I have a little bit of sad surrounding their stories (bad memory/sad boy hour stuff) but getting over that slowly but surely. And ofc Mick is the main protagonist in Seemingly Dark, least we forget. He has big things up ahead, and I cannot wait to show you he and Reggie’s continued story.

#sketch prompts #ask box #gay man #original characters #rockabilly #internet relationships #long distance #meetcute #the BOYS

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hersurvival · 11 months ago

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More than distance -

The 3800 miles

Between us

There's an ocean

Light-years wide

And you

Are so far away

Always

Getting further

Continental drift

From the sea

@nosebleedclub July 13th - Overseas

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year ago

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YOTP - February

For V-day, I'll give you the YOTP fic for February.

A reluctant OTP, but an OTP nevertheless...Please, have some Merestor x Glorfindel (with art from @sauroff)

Lots and lots, heaps and heaps, of love for y'all!

Pairing: Glorfindel x Erestor

Prompt: Valentine's Day, Pollen/Fear Gas/Truth Serum, Established Relationship/Long Distance, different, mermaid, "If I kiss you, will you shut up?"

Words: 2 500

Warning: Sacrifice, implied monsterfucking, Merestor is a savage, nudity

(very sexy art and not very sexy fic under the cut!)

“We are sorry,” the councilman whispered as he stood, outlined by ominous darkness on Glorfindel’s threshold. “You have been chosen. We are hoping—”

“I understand,” Glorfindel replied before the old man could rattle off the perfidious reasons for their cruel decision to send one of their most valued warriors to his death. It made sense, he thought, the threat with which the town had been dealing for quite some time now was not one he or anyone else could fight with swords and arrows.

Thus, he had become superfluous—dead weight, really, and he recognised that much without fail.

“Today is a good day to die,” he added, deep sadness making his voice sound as hollow as if it was already coming from the grave. “I cannot bear the festivities anyway.”

“You must find it heartless—”

“Not at all,” Glorfindel interrupted again. “It’s strangely poetic, don’t you think? Give me an hour to put everything in order, tell the neighbours, and distribute what few riches are left to me, and then I shall be all yours.”

“Very well. I am sorry, please believe me,” the man who had known the condemned for many long years breathed softly.

“I know,” Glorfindel said soothingly. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I am not loath to die. Especially not today!”

As he went through his meagre possessions, the golden-haired hero of another time smiled wistfully to himself.

Outside, maidens and young men were giggling breathlessly as they sang songs of love and hope and waved their elaborate bouquets through the fragrant night air—this was their day, the day of lovers, and Glorfindel felt ashamed of his visceral, asphyxiating resentment of their happiness.

Once upon a time, he had been much like them. Returning from a faraway war covered in glory and illustrious distinctions, he had managed to capture the heart and hand of a beautiful, smart, enchanting young man.

For a few blessed years, he and Erestor—for that had been his beloved’s name—had lived in peace and plenty. Every year, they’d light candles on this hallowed night and sit on the porch of their little dwelling to watch the procession of giddy youths, dancing through the street with elation.

Then, one day, Erestor had disappeared. Glorfindel had waited, searched, and despaired, but no trace of his darling had been found.

Looking back now, he realised that the “deep”—an ominous threat that had transformed the previously merry village into a ghost town of whispered conversations and furtive steps—had first made itself known around the same time.

Nobody knew exactly what it was and what it wanted, but it was generally understood that Erestor—Glorfindel’s very own husband—had been its first victim.

From that fateful spring on, cattle, people, and treasures vanished from the riverbanks and the edges of the underground lake that had always been a highly favoured bathing spot for the villagers. Fear fell like a shadow over the hamlet, stifling all life and laughter.

Soon, people avoided all running water, coming up with complex rituals of superstition and idiocy, but Glorfindel was too heartbroken still to even fear for his life; he wanted to know what had happened to his sweetheart.

At first, the elders had refused that he or anyone else should leave the safety of the village to seek out the mysterious creature that had been glimpsed by a few but never fully seen, and Glorfindel had reluctantly bowed to the pressure of public outrage.

Then, the sacrifices had started. Miscreants and rebels, bound and gagged, were left in the cave to feed and soothe the “deep”—and, to everybody’s horror and delight—they were gone by the time the guards came back in to check on them. As the mouth of the cavern was under perpetual surveillance, it was undeniable that it had to be the sea monster that had taken them.

A part of Glorfindel had always known that, sooner or later, he would be picked to be delivered to the pernicious pestilence haunting their home. His adamant refusal to wear the protective amulets or steer clear of the river had branded him an insurgent and a sceptic, and a community ruled by fear could and would not abide such disruptive, potentially dangerous faithlessness.

Thus, on the night of lovers, he was called upon to do what was necessary to keep a society from which he had almost entirely withdrawn safe. This would be his last act of heroism.

Glorfindel felt relieved and almost happy as he walked, flanked by the mayor and the councilman, down to the cave. Maybe, he thought, he’d be able to find out something about his lost lover; either way, he’d be freed of the torturous half-life he had been leading.

As he entered the cave, he was surprised and more than just a little touched to find countless candles burning in every nook and cranny.

The villagers had carved well-wishes into the melting wax or written down their prayers on little scraps of paper that were now buried under the slow-moving tide of pristine white, dripping off every wall.

“We have to…” the mayor looked up at Glorfindel with undisguised misery as he lifted the length of rope he had been kneading in his sweaty hands. “You can keep the clothes to prevent chafing.”

Chuckling wryly, Glorfindel shook his head slowly. He had promised his last possessions—the garments on his back and the bells in his hair—to the two brave men who stood by him as he set out for his last expedition.

“I hope that you’ll at least get a tankard of ale each for these,” he said as he laid the adornments he had cherished through many a hard year into their unworthy palms. “Now tie me up and leave. For all I’ve done for this village and for you, I think that I deserve the dignity of meeting my fate without having to worry about an audience.”

They complied readily, desperate to get away from the dark water lapping rhythmically against the sloping ground of the cave.

In their furious haste, they were less gentle with this season’s sacrifice than he’d have deserved, but Glorfindel was unfazed by the nails scraping heedlessly across his bare skin and the sharp bite of the rope into his tense flesh.

“Where…”

The councilman pointed at a few worn, discoloured pillows at the far end of the cavern, just a stone’s throw away from the frightening, liquid threat of the purling underground lake.

“Tasteful,” Glorfindel commented as he was heaved, pushed, and dragged to the designated spot. In his mind, images of his first successful attempts at seduction danced as if to taunt him.

He was no stranger to promiscuous poses and elaborate bondage, and—on this lonely night of lost love—he could truly appreciate the irony.

“I am ready,” he declared. “Withdraw and save your lives. Think of me fondly, and don’t let this ruin your evening. Go light a candle in my honour. Maybe, look the other way if you come across a particularly adventurous couple, I don’t know…”

He huffed—it annoyed him that he was still the one trying to comfort and calm the men who had condemned him to an undoubtedly horrid demise, but he couldn’t bear their sad, mournful gazes.

“I am not dead yet,” Glorfindel grunted when nobody moved. “Remember me like this—beautiful, alluring, and very much alive!”

Tensing and squirming against the irregular, badly tied knots, he averted his face which finally convinced his two hangmen to scamper away like the vermin they were.

“Let’s hope this monstrosity makes haste at the very least,” Glorfindel mumbled and leaned back against the smelly cushions as much as he could without cutting off his circulation.

Thankfully for the integrity and safety of his limbs, Glorfindel did not have to wait long until minute ripples on the hitherto perfectly placid surface of the lake heralded the imminent arrival of whatever lethal foe was lurking in the murky depths.

“Ah, a new one,” a voice resounded. To the intended victim’s utter astonishment, it sounded tired and impatient rather than gleefully wicked. “Why do they keep pawning their unwanted villagers off on me?”

Spellbound, Glorfindel twisted as much as his bonds allowed to see a shimmering, mesmerising creature cleave through the water.

“Eh, same as ever,” the aquatic being muttered and launched itself out of its watery habitat, twirling like a falling star and filling the stale, damp air with a fine powder that tasted sweet and cloying on Glorfindel’s tongue as he drew a deep breath. “What is it that you truly desire? Do not even try to lie to me—the spores you’ve just inhaled force you to tell the truth.”

“I want to know what happened to my love,” Glorfindel replied immediately, not even trying to struggle against the sudden heaviness pervading his limbs and befuddling his racing mind. “All I want is to find out where Erestor went.”

With a muted splash, the creature fell back into the arms of the inky lake until only a pair of brightly flashing eyes—as eerily familiar and yet entirely foreign as the accents of that enchanting voice—were visible.

Taking the monster’s silence as an invitation and unable to stem the tide of words that had been unleashed by the potent dust he had ingested, Glorfindel kept babbling about the one he had loved and lost, detailing Erestor’s indescribable beauty and admirable wit and sighing longingly.

“I know that you’ve taken him, and I’d beg you to reunite us!” he finally pleaded.

“You think that I have killed your lover,” the creature mused, its words setting off a flurry of bubbles, dancing over the glassy surface of the water. “And you’d be willing to meet that same fate?”

“Yes. Life itself is worth nothing if it’s to be devoid of all joy and love!”

“You have ever been such a soppy fool! I should have known that my sacrifice would come to nought due to your reckless stubbornness!”

Heaving itself from its fluid realm once more, the creature drew inexorably closer.

“Who made those knots? What a mess! Just look at your beautiful skin!” Razor-sharp claws sliced through the rope without hesitation, and Glorfindel sat up, rubbing the sore spots his writhing had left behind.

“Erestor?” he cried as he now fully faced the well-known and desperately missed frame of the one he had sought for endless months.

There was no doubt about it, that visage—gleaming like mother of pearl and gold in the flickering light of the white candles—was the very one he saw in those terrible nightmares that haunted his every moment of respite.

“How? Why? What has happened? How have you come hither? Have you been enslaved against your will? What can I do? I have missed you so much, you can’t imagine! Oh Erestor, my love! Or…did you leave me of your own accord? Was I not a good husband to you? You should have told me that you were unhappy—I would have done anything to alleviate your dissatisfaction—”

“If I kiss you, will you shut up?” Erestor interrupted, and—not waiting for an answer—pressed his cool, wet lips against Glorfindel’s burning mouth in a gentle caress that grew frantic and heated almost instantly.

“Why?” Glorfindel whispered against the fragrant skin for which he had yearned with every fibre of his being.

“Old enemies came for you—you were out, at the market if I recall correctly—and they spoke terrible threats…” Erestor explained sheepishly. “You were always too rash to heed the warning signs of the deeper, darker secrets of the world.”

“But—”

“I’ve offered myself. What else could I do? The town needed you more than they did me!”

“I needed you! To hell with the accursed village—they’ve left me here, bound and naked, to be eaten by some fearsome monstrosity!” Glorfindel cried passionately.

“So they did,” Erestor agreed, anger and regret turning his eyes into splintered onyx. “It seems that I’ve been mistaken in my assessment, a rarity as you well know. I did not expect you to waste your time bemoaning my loss.”

“How dare you?” Glorfindel roared. Not minding the sharp protrusions on Erestor’s fingers or the dangerously pointy teeth flashing in the semi-darkness, he grabbed his lost husband by the shoulders and shook him vehemently. “I have never stopped looking and waiting for you—loving you—and if that ass of a mayor had not been so laughably terrified, I would have found out the truth much sooner!”

“Do they really think I’ve killed all these people?” Erestor inquired, leaning against the comforting, dry warmth of Glorfindel’s chest.

When the golden-haired sacrificial offering of beauty and valour nodded, he tossed back his head and laughed heartily.

“Believe you me, I did no such thing. It is in my power to grant one wish to those who seek me out in exchange for something they treasure—and what idiotic things they were—and so, I’ve helped every single person you’ve thrown down here escape the prison of paranoia and worry into which you’ve seemingly turned our once peaceful village.”

Glorfindel stared until his eyes overflowed with hot tears, leaving warm streaks of salt and salvation on his sculptural, freckled cheeks.

“I am so happy to see you—have you been well?” he asked breathlessly. “You should not have offered yourself that without consulting me! Of all the things to lose, I’d rather lose a limb than you!”

“I can see that now,” Erestor admitted. “I am sorry for doubting your love and your strength—they were very persuasive, and they tapped into my secret insecurity that someone like me—cerebral, somewhat scrawny, and undeniably mean—could never keep the love of one so glorious, handsome, and popular as you. It was all so new, and they made me believe that you’d soon grow tired of me anyway…This sacrifice was meant to be my parting gift.”

“And you dare call me a fool?” Glorfindel rasped as he bundled his merman husband—long, iridescent tail and webbed hands—onto his bare lap fitfully. As soon as that smooth, cool skin collided with his own heated flesh, he felt his body and all its dormant desires and impulses flare back to life.

“My love,” Erestor said warningly as he felt the testament of Glorfindel’s enduring, evidently unconditional ardour press against his scaly rear, “this is hardly the moment. I still have one wish to grant you—choose wisely!”

“Do you enjoy this life?” Glorfindel asked seriously, cupping Erestor’s soft cheek and searching his petulant gaze for any signs of dishonesty.

“Yes,” Erestor admitted after a moment’s reflexion. “It is strange, certainly, but I like it well! You’d…you couldn’t understand…”

“Then my wish is to join you!” Glorfindel exclaimed. “It is my turn to offer my life for your happiness. Make me what you are!”

So, that was my contribution to the YOTP for February!

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