#💜a nice book to read ; chatting💜

[icycoldninja]

hey so i was thinking: Sparda Boys and V with a writer S/O? take as long as you need to with this (writer's block is kicking my ass rn sadly but) , i don't really mind

Hey I feel that bro, enjoy and hopefully your inspiration will return to you 💜

Sparda Boys + V x Writer!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-He's not a scholar and knows next to nothing about books since he rarely reads, but if his sweetheart is writing stuff, by God, he will read whatever they put out there.

-Uses you as a human dictionary whenever he comes across new words, not understanding that that's not the purpose of a writer.

-"Hey babe, what's this word?"

"What word?"

"Uhh...Ink-Can-Dress-Ant."

"What?"

"Ink-can-dress-ant, I think that's how you say it."

"How's it spelled?"

"I-N-C-A-N-D-E-S-C-E-N-T."

"Incandescent, Dante, not ink-can-dress-ant."

-He'll be the first to read your work and is very proud of this fact. He, Dante, the Legendary Devil Hunter, is also your private beta reader. Awesome.

-Oddly enough, him reading all your works results in him developing a larger vocabulary--something that shocked everyone, especially Vergil.

-Congratulations! Thanks to you, Dante can use big words now!

■ Vergil ■

-You, a writer, are dating Vergil, the biggest bookworm on the planet? You are now Vergil's goddess.

-He wants to read everything, regardless of its quality. He'll visually devour all the words off the page, absorbing every word.

-You two now have yet another topic to nerd out about; you can spend hours chatting about books, writing techniques, and so on.

-Vergil is filled with a sense of pride whenever he reads your published writing; it pleases him so much to know you're growing your talents.

-He has an entire bookshelf dedicated to your books and takes special care of these books. They're more than just words on pages bound by cardboard and leather; they're treasures.

-Will take up writing as well, just so he can be closer to you.

□ Nero □

-Nero is not a bookworm by any sense of the word; he's read a few books in his time, but he's more combat oriented.

-Doesn't mind being a beta reader for anything you write.

-Your works have inspired him to take up reading again, and in doing so, he unleashes his inner book nerd. Like father, like son.

-He's always looking forward to whatever you write, and when you get writers block (as we all do) he'll take you out to a park, or a peaceful lake, in the hopes that the natural beauty of your surroundings might restore your creative juices.

-He, too, has a collection of all your works and keeps them proudly on display on a nice bookshelf in his house.

-Encourages you daily to keep writing because now he's addicted to reading your work. You really have changed him.

● V ●

-Oh congratulations, you've found yourself a soul mate.

-V loves to read (he totes his copy of William Blake poetry around and reads from it all the time, even in the middle of battle) and is more than happy to read your books.

-V is also a writer himself; he writes poetry, as we know. Because of this, he understands more than anyone the pain of writer's block and knows just what to do about it.

-He'll arrange for a relaxing movie/reading night, which in his experience, helps restore your creativity.

-If that doesn't work, Griffon's loud mouth and wise-guy (yet funny) jokes will take your mind off of things.

-V understands literature and knows all sorts of obscure things about famous literary figures; so much so that you two can converse for hours on end just gabbing away about books, their authors, and other interesting tidbits of knowledge.

[rosewaterandivy]

c'mon barbie, let's go party

summary: steve harrington learns to embrace his kenergy with a little help from his friends.

a/n: in honor of barbenheimer today, please enjoy steve's newfound kenergy in the kids aren't alright cinematic universe. that being said, you can absolutely read this as a stand alone too! i'm seeing barbie later tonight, so mentions of the plot are vague and culled from the teasers and trailers - any and all mistakes are my own! feel free to yell at me in about this in my ask box et al. i'm at the tattoo shop for the foreseeable future and need some enrichment in my enclosure. Reblogs, feedback, and likes are appreciated - reposting is not. Enjoy! 💜

p.s. sneaky peak at eddie and his gf from my upcoming series notes on a scene 👀

steve had it all planned out - made the appointment himself and triple-checked that your schedule was clear for the day. circled it on the communal calendar in the kitchen double-feature: barbenheimer.

the group chat had been made aware and eddie's girlfriend, inexplicably known as princess, had taken it upon herself to buy tickets for the gang, therefore dictating the order in which the films would be seen (film teachers, am i right?). oppenheimer first, which steve would suffer through - historical films were always difficult for him to get through due to the anachronisms, and ending with the pièce de résistance: barbie.

you were swamped with grad school classes (having applied over the spring and started your courses this past summer) and steve wanted to treat you to something nice and relaxing. and a trip to the nail salon would have been just the thing, if not for eddie & princess crashing it.

luckily, you didn't seem to mind and were happily ensconced in your chair waiting on your nail tech. you'd brought your own color, because you're picky like that, and let steve, and then eddie and his girlfriend (out of necessity), sort through your collection too.

he'd settled on something called a midsummer's dream from that one brand you liked (there seemed to be a package from them every few weeks or so), thinking it would compliment your choice of arcade monster quite nicely; a little sweet and a little sour.

"manicure and pedicure?" the woman at the front desk had asked. steve clarified that the mani/pedi would be for the ladies, while eddie and himself would just get the pedicures. though the chipped black polish on ed's nails was becoming unsightly.

but despite doing so, steve somehow found himself moved from the pedi bath over to a nail table and seated right next to you. you looked up from your reading (Prisoners of Geography by Tim Marshall, steve's suggestion) and quirked a brow. "whatcha doin'?"

"sitting here, i guess."

you smirk, "sure thing, babe," and go back to your book.

so when a well-meaning woman grabs his hand and places it in a bowl of water while asking about his color choice, he doesn't know how to respond. he could've sworn he just said a pedicure for him and eds, but when he looks down the row and finds eddie in rapt conversation with his nail tech about god knows what as she removes his chipped black polish, he's no longer quite as sure.

"psst."

he looks over to you, seeing an ill-attempt to repress your laughter. "you don't have to get a polish if you don't want to." and it's sweet, you're sweet for thinking of him and his comfort when this was supposed to be all about you and yours.

steve shrugs, "might as well at this point," and hands her the bottle of pinky-blue iridescent polish.

you tuck your chin toward your chest with a grin, teeth flashing bright against the pink of your lips. "a very nice use of kenergy, steve. gosling would be proud."

💅💅💅

your nails flash green-gold in the sun, a nice contrast against the magenta base polish. you’re sipping from a s’mores milkshake from the ice cream parlor after the nail appointment, eddie having spied it a few stores down.

("it's too hot to argue, harrington," eddie groused, but not before grabbing steve's hands to examine his manicure. "dude, that color is sick on you!")

“s’nice color honey,” steve says, pausing to drink from the milkshake when you passed it over to him. the cool blend of chocolate and marshmallows with graham cracker chunks hits his tongue as you send a deilvish wink his way.

“thanks baby,” your tongue glides against the full of your bottom lip, collecting a bit of chocolate. checking to see that eddie and princess are out of earshot, you pull him in by the belt loops.

“think they’ll look as nice wrapped around your cock later?” you rasp, voice dropping to a low whisper.

steve shudders at the husky sound of your voice and nearly chokes on the milkshake in response, flustered and blushing. your laughter rings out in the afternoon heat, as bright as the sun shining above.

you kiss him for good measure, lips cool and sweet, before catching up to eddie and his girlfriend a few paces ahead. and all steve can do is watch after you, struck dumb by his girl with her quick tongue and wicked words.

he gets it later that evening seeing barbie when they say: “she’s barbie, and he’s just ken.”

you did not tell a lie when you said to princess all those months ago, that ken would end up being steve’s ‘literally me’ character. truthfully, he’s just glad to end up with his dreamgirl.

and yeah, your nails looked just as pretty later that night. as did his when you fell apart on his fingers. a flash of blue in the dim light when his hands dug into the soft flesh of your hips— you coming with a ragged cry on his cock, face buried against the pillows of your bed.

steve may be “just ken” but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. not when he’s got a barbie like you.

[violetmuses]

On Your Mind - Bucky Barnes

TITLE: “On Your Mind” || Bucky Barnes 

FANDOM: Marvel - The Falcon and The Winter Soldier 

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes 

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: You catch Bucky’s eye…. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V.  💜

Main Masterlist

___________

2024

It’s too early for Bucky to visit Delacroix again, but sunlight reminds him of the small fishing town in Louisiana. 

Instead, he’s kept these New York windows open now, trying to remember good times with Sam’s family. With therapy over, there’s not much else to do, especially since he retired from service. 

For the millionth time, he walks to the nearest coffee shop out of boredom, opening that front door with his bare right hand and walking inside.  

Folks here still assume that his leftward metal arm is just some highly-advanced prosthetic gifted from the military. 

He orders black coffee and corners by a window seat, just people-watching. Beyond the glass window, pedestrians move up or down the sidewalk. Personal cars or taxi cabs honk horns. Blasting music plays in all directions, echoing time and again. 

Out of nowhere, the door jingles, signaling another customer. Bucky continues sipping the coffee and doesn’t care much until he glances across this space, quietly seeing you. 

He can’t exactly see your face as you stand in line to order a beverage, but your laughter catches his attention almost immediately. 

You sound joyful and light, chatting with the barista like a good friend rather than one stranger behind that cash register. 

“Thanks.” You settle down those chuckles and head towards one of the last empty tables found here. 

Now, You’re close to Bucky without entirely invading his own space. At least you’re kind enough not to bother other people. 

You’re so pretty. Buck thinks to himself. 

You enjoy your beverage alone, but take out one paperback novel that he’s never heard of before. The cover reminds him of Crime Fiction though and its image vaguely shows a federal building. 

“Excuse me?” Bucky finally stands from his window seat and walks towards your space once you’ve set down the beverage. 

You look up, almost immediately recognizing him. Everyone remembers what happened not long ago, especially considering how Flash Smashers perished. 

“Sergeant Barnes? Hello.” You greet him out of respect and put your book down. 

“Please call me Bucky.” Barnes tells you, appreciating the rank, but still not wanting that reminder of his past. 

“Bucky.” You make the correction and also introduce yourself. There’s no other choice right now. 

“Hi. Is this seat taken?” Bucky tries to calm down his own nerves around you, recalling the day he met Sarah, Sam’s determined and gorgeous sister, not long ago. 

“Go ahead.” You offer, watching as Bucky sits down across from you and settles in with his own coffee. 

“New in town?” He asks, smiling towards you. 

“No, but it’s a long story.” You say. 

“The world already knows mine, what about yours?’ Bucky turns as a joke and faces one imaginary watch. 

“Very funny.” You play right back. 

____________

By the time you both leave that coffee shop, Bucky is laughing. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. You’ve found this park bench and sit beside him, continuing a light-hearted conversation. 

“You still don’t know what Netflix is?” Your jaw drops and another giggle fit starts without fail. 

“Yes. I haven’t had enough time to watch anything, though.” Bucky defends himself. 

“Just pick something.” You suggest. “That’s how it all works.” 

Moments before Bucky can respond, your phone buzzes. 

“Shit! Sorry, but I gotta go.” You look downward and furrow your brow. It’s your family, planning a backyard barbeque. 

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks, genuinely concerned as you face each other. 

“Yeah. Family plans.” You lift your cell phone and smile to reassure him. 

“Oh! It was nice meeting you. Have a good one.” Bucky calls out. 

“You too! See you around, Buck.” You gather belongings and nearly run away, but glance over one shoulder to acknowledge him.  

His heart both drops and races as you vanish from the park. 

[judasiskariot]

✨Writing Interview Tag Game✨

The 🖤judasiskariot❤ round - thank you lovely delightful @pinkberrytea for the tag 💕🌸

When did you start writing?

Already enjoyed writing creative essays at school. Wrote my first fanfiction (yugioh) as a teenie at an anime/fandom website. Got really into it, with writing fanfiction about a RPG I were playing/writing at the very same time.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

Maybe I read more smut than writing it. Because it seems I always need to put up huge story before smut, so it makes sense, cause the ghost of dumb it is ooc comments are still in my head.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I guess not. Both ways (I just often say I am a film noir or Tolkien type cause I often get lost in description or heavy in inner monologue. We could be in Mordor....or only went down the hill, same length. So happens with me. (So gods no never ever would I say I can write like Tolkien!!!! I just mean by that, that I do not keep some things sharp and short when maybe needed, as I do prefer in real life)

I am a huge Dante Alighieri and Vergil fan, compare me to them and I will always love you 🤣🤣

I just feel like a bardic soul 💜📜🪶

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Desk is always occupied. Also is there gym, man sleeping medieval storage cave (The Manc Ave, right Terry and Korvo? 😉Dig old bicks)

Hardly wifi connection in there. I have no stationary pc, only cheap small laptop (it is hard to be a bard xD) so writing on the couch.

I have reading and writing candles (my luxury; even I should not)

Love to write in my bard poetry book outside in the nature 🌳🏞️🏕️☀️

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

🤷‍♀️

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

DRAMA OVER BLOODY DRAMA

I am the drama queen.

Love some angst and emotional damage; make it harder than it needs to be.

But also horror, gore, love and smut.

Never surprised.

and dumb sassy joking; could write forever funny crosstalks like chat. Would anyone read that? Than I would write all my ideas, ALL! So efficient and quickly. Sooo...I get lost in my Tolkien surroundings 😅🙈

maybe i write more cheesy and theatrically than I thought 🤔

What is your reason for writing?

SOMEONE HAS TO DO IT, RIGHT?🤷‍♀️

😄

No. I am not skilled in any other divine arts and I guess that's the only thing I can call on. I like it. I always liked it. I can create something, that's nice. And I've written so much RPG and FF as a teenager, I messed it up and I hate that I didn't do it for over 10 years now. Why abandon the thing you were good at, had fun with, made progress while practicing? So that all progress seems lost and you have to start from zero?

I'm glad I've started making progress again, maintaining what I once set out to do, and learning to be better.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

I'm incredibly happy with every single comment, even if it's just a smiley.

" You really did read my thing? How great is that!?!?" 😍🤩

But comments with a specific part or a line that they liked or whatever, their specific thoughts on certain parts are incredible. As a writer, I need feedback to know if I'm doing well and if I'm on the right track. Do others know what I wanted to say? Does it come out right? Otherwise I cannot improve.

If someone shares their exact first thoughts, what they thought about certain passages while reading, then the work pays off. 😍😍🤤🤤

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

As someome whose writig is good? 😅🤷‍♀️🙈 someone they can talk to. some nerdie partner in crime.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I have no clue. No one told me. I guess maybe having drama ideas and writing the inner struggles of characters.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Also here not much confidence in my own writing.

I got the two beasts in me: GOD YES! BEST WRITING EVER. THIS IS SO GOOD! THEY HAVE TO LOVE IT! CAN'T WAIT FOR REACTON TO THIS!🤩

Reread it: what da fuck is this?! 😠 I thought this was good?! I have no clue where I wanted to go with that 🤷‍♀️

BUT I can also be proud, reread it and think "I did this. I created that myself. It may be not the best, just small and silly and cliché, but I created it myself!" Be proud, all of you writers!! 👏🏻🫵🏻💪🏻 We are forgotten so often.

Do people criticize paintings for being ooc? Well..I guess assholes being assholes in every aspect of life 😅😆

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

I do it cause I want to. But of course the external motivation is important. Lack of comments and feedback makes you quit, mean people make you quit. You post cause you want to share your joy with others, hope they enjoy it too. When they do not, it can be bitter.

But still for me I guess. But non the less, I pick up things I think others will like (but not troping or so, writing things I dislike myself cause they are gaining online likes and so on; not in that way never) When I know a certain mutual/friend is reading the thing, I put easter eggs/insiders in it, they should get; things I think they might like and makes them smile. If someone would request some things they would like to happen/read, I would totally pick it up when possible. Shared happyness is happyness doubled.

thanks for the tag lovely

All my muts, please keep tagging me. I just keep forget doing it, when I can't do it right away.

And spinning head prevents me from that. I see what nonsense I write in the DMs and in every lil post a huge amount of spelling mistakes; I can't do it better at the moment; so embarrassing🙈

I've had a hectic time, sorry, but I love things like that and always smile when I get tagged😃😘 (and sometimes I'm a little unsure about telling something about myself. The urge to disappear completely one day and the next day I urge to overshare. Plus bad experiences with some folks😅🙈 )

I tag @nihil-ism @damadisangue

@sorceresssundries

@mercymaker

maybe you guys want to ramble a lil bit

[check out their works (if you like 😘)]

[bandaged-writer]

Heyy, how are You?? Since the requests are open, I wanted to ask for a scenario. Dazai Is in love with the new waitress at the ADA cafè, but this girl keeps on turning down his offers, because She doesnt trust him (hes a womanizer and a suicidal maniac). Also because Shes very sick and doesnt know if Shell be alive in the future (spoiler She Will). Hope the requests isnt top specific. Have a Nice day 💜💜💜

i changed some bits of your requests; hopefully you don't mind, dear nonnie 🧎🏻‍♀️

genre. fluff, a hint of angst

words. 1k

warnings. reader fearing death

summary. "When the time comes for you to die, I will gladly accompany you to the other side. Until then, let us enjoy a cup of coffee."

To Dazai, you were an enigma. Although your eyes were as kind as the latte in his hands, your words choked him much like Kunikida's bony fingers occasionally crushed his windpipe. Open to a chat with him, you'd let him hold your hand, play with your fingers and a smile would appear on your pretty features. But said smile was always accompanied by a string of words that shattered his hopes like glass:

"I can't go out with customers, Dazai."

Where you got such a sharp tongue from, Dazai didn't know, but he liked that about you. A little unpredictable, but still an open book that he'd like to flip open and read until he could quote it from the very top to the very end.

The sun was setting, the Agency was closed for the day when Dazai trudged into Uzumaki's and the bell above him sang a tune. As always, you were quick to greet him with a saccharine smile on your lips and a kind tone in your voice. "It's nice to see you, Dazai. The regular?"

"Yes, please," he said and took a seat at the counter.

With patience, you let boiled water drip into the coffee powder which was steadily dripping into the cup you had whipped out for your favorite customer. "Tell me, how was work?"

"It was such a pain!," Dazai exclaimed with dramatic gestures and ranted about Kunikida forcing him to do paperwork for the latest case which involved a murder with a surprising twist. "But now I'm all better. A face like yours is like balm to the soul, belladonna!"

At that, you sighed and served Dazai his usual cup of coffee with milk, sugar and a shot of something that made this coffee uniquely yours. "You know I can't go out with you, Dazai."

As he gazed at you over his cup of coffee, he knew you were lying. For the longest time, he believed your little trick until the day he asked the owner of Uzumaki's about this imaginary rule you had come up with. As it turned out, your words were nothing but a string of pretty lies. "We both know such a rule doesn't exist."

Your eyes widened in surprise before they morphed into a guilty gaze.

"Tell me. Why are you lying to me when you obviously enjoy my advances towards you?" Dazai put his coffee down with a dull thud and watched the internal conflict within you unfold. Uncertainty swam in your fingertips that nervously fiddled with the hem of your uniform or picked at the skin along your fingernails. "You always say you can't, but you never explicitly said no."

A sigh of defeat slipped your rosy lips. You should've given Dazai more credit for his ability to read between the lines like no one ever could. Yosano had warned you that Dazai wouldn't buy the blatant lie forever and would someday question you about the infamous question of why. And so, you found yourself struggling in front of Dazai who loved your coffee, liked a good book and genuinely appreciated your company.

Your throat bobbed as you finally decided to spill the beans.

"I don't have a lot of time left to live," you admitted with a hand placed on your chest and the ghost of a smile upon your lips. "My heart is weak, Dazai. Sooner or later, I will.." Painfully, you avoided the brunette's gaze and your own fell to the tips of your shoes.

You didn't have to finish the sentence for Dazai to piece the shards of you together. So that was why you'd occasionally be missing, why he'd sometimes see you leaving the hospital, why you'd claw at the fabric covering your chest. Dazai took your free hand in his and gifted you with a smile so genuine that you could finally put some faith in him.

"When the time comes for you to die, I will gladly accompany you to the other side. Until then, let us enjoy a cup of coffee."

Tears brimmed your eyes and rolled down the apple of your cheeks. Bringing his palm to your cheek, you nuzzle into his touch and gaze at him through a lens of love, impending doom and curiosity. It was stupid to cry over a mere cup of coffee, but for you, it was so much more than that. Whenever Dazai ordered his regular coffee, you knew you'd get to chat with him and gain a piece of the space that was his mind; so mysterious, endlessly deep, and yet so beautiful.

Over a cup of coffee, he'd flirt with you, hold your hand and tell you a few jokes in hopes of wooing you with his humor which was, unarguably, questionable at times. Over a cup of coffee, he'd bring you one of his books, decorated with sticky notes and his thoughts on a certain paragraph.

But Dazai didn't know about the shelf of medication in your home. He didn't know about the amount of pills you had to swallow within a day nor did he know about all the nights you spent crying in a hospital bed. You were a wreck, but you had no clue that Dazai was just as miserable as you were. Things about him, about you, were merely waiting to be discovered.

"Dazai, please.. Don't say things you don't mean."

Dazai was gentle when he bumped his forehead against your own. The warmth of your breath fanned across his cheeks, tears dampened his skin, but he didn't mind drowning in the sea that was your constellation. Unlike the cold waters of Yokohama, you always welcomed him with a warm cup of coffee that was as sweet as the honey dripping from your words.

"I don't lie about things like that."

And he didn't. Dazai made sure you took your meds. He visited you in the hospital after every surgery you had to go through and he watched you get better bit by bit.

Until the day you could enjoy a cup of coffee together.

[lipglossanon]

Good morning/afternoon/evening/night to you lipgloss! 🩷

So just wanna share another brainrot with the sweet stepdad and Chris (I realized I talked too much about dark!SD but sweet!SD needs some loving too). I remember in one of your asks, an anon (I don't remember who) ask who is most likely to have a threesome. And I think the answer for the sweet!SD goes something like: 'With someone who he can trust a lot and that's Chris.'

And this is where my brainrot comes in. I am a HUGE sucker for cliche tropes, like imagine one day Leon invited Chris over for dinner because they're besties, catching up with life over a few drinks because it's been so long since they've seen each other and now is the perfect time because Chris has just retired from the military. Chris went to Leon's house and saw the reader and immediately fell in love with her at first sight. Like he's this big tough and scary former military man with scars all over his body, and reader sitting in the garden reading a book peacefully while the sun shines on her face illuminating her figure making her look like an angel. Chris SWORE up and down that he actually died and saw his best friend in heaven and that the angel in the garden is the one that has come to retrieve his soul. Chris is bewitched, in his old age (RE8 Chris tho 👀💦) and he can't believe how his heart can fall in love at first sight considering the stuff he saw in the battlefield, it should have been hardened. Leon saw how Chris looked at reader, and calls reader over to introduce her to him. Chris felt guilty, falling for his best friend's stepdaughter but doesn't let him show. They have a nice chat over dinner, and whenever he gets the chance, he steals a glance at reader. After that, Chris would often come by their house to 'hang' out, while his real motive was to see the reader and get to know her better.

🌙 anon

🌙 anon, thank you for waiting 😭

And this is such a lovely ask!! 💜 sweet Chris and sweet stepdad at the same time 😩 they’re both just smitten by you and love to love on you 🥰

Thank you for sharing this!! It made my heart all warm and fuzzy 🥹

[adreamareads]

2023 Fanfic Wrapped

Thank you for the tags @inexplicablymine @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @littlemisskittentoes !

Idk who else hasn't yet done this so @onthewaytosomewhere and OPEN TAG TO ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS!

I actually wrote a lot this year! Many of them surprised me. I'm usually an outline writer - I make notes for the stories and then that tells me where to take the story. However, several of these were kind of "let's just write and see where it takes us!"

It got long so here's a cut to save your dash. 💜✍️✍️

Watch it All Unfold (a collection of drabbles)

40 chapters added in 2023 at 100 words each

That's 4,000 words!

Over the course of the entire year; I won't be breaking it out into individual months

February:

Nora and Tu B'Shevat - 1300 words, focused on June/Nora, part of the series Nora and the Holidays. Last year, I was chatting Nora with some other fans and I mentioned that I write Nora celebrating her holidays. Someone commented (half-joking) "Tu B'Shevat fic WHEN??" I replied "When Tu B'Shevat happens!" so I wrote this little fic, dedicated it to them on Ao3, and they haven't read it. Still happy I represented for the trees 🌳 though.

June surprises Nora on her holiday with plans and a gift. Happy new year for the trees!

March:

March Book Club - 2 chapters, total 17,388 words. Rated T. Focuses on Alex/Henry and the Henry-June friendship

working title: henry gay english major

A kid at Henry's shelter inspires him to pick the Little Women series for his book club with June. Meanwhile, Alex is there, by his side, supporting him always, and Henry starts thinking more about their future in all the good ways.

Blanket Fort - 600 words. Rated G.

Alex is anxious during a storm, and so is David. Henry has a late night at the shelter.

July:

of fathers and sons - 7651 words. Rated T. Focuses on Alex/Henry and the relationship between Oscar and Henry.

Henry’s been working on the new LA shelter for months. He’s had countless conference calls with investors, contractors, city council, and more. Now, they’re ready for the final touches before opening, and Henry needs to be hands-on, literally. He knew this time would come, but he hates being away from home. He’s on the phone with his assistant, discussing hotel options, when Alex interrupts. “Why do you need a hotel in LA? My dad lives there. Stay with him. He’d be thrilled to have you there.” Henry stays with Oscar Diaz his father-in-law while he's getting the new LA shelter up-and-running. It's a bit of an adjustment, but it's actually nice. He even picks up a few new skills in the kitchen to show Alex!

October:

June and Weddings  - 1216 words. Rated G. A little something I threw together for June's birthday.

5 weddings June is in + 1 time it's her own

November:

talking about feelings is a sapphic cliche - 1200 words exactly. Rated G. Another one that just happened quickly.

Nora nods. She knows June’s telling the truth, but she also can tell there’s something more. “And?” she prompts. “And,” June continues, a hint of a smile on her face, and Nora knows it’s for her, that June appreciates that she knows her so well. “I’m nervous.” “Okay,” Nora says, shifting so she’s sitting cross-legged across from June on the bed. “Specifics. Let’s hear it. You know how this goes: you tell me what you’re worried about and we’ll talk about it logically.”

December:

Christmas Visit - rated G. 3525 words. This was originally a drabble, and then people demanded more, and it actually worked.

It's Christmas Eve at Kensington. Alex's niece tells him about the ghost she saw the other day. Then, in the middle of the night, Alex sees him too.

Untitled New Year's Eve story - to be posted December 31

Total: 36,889 words over 7 new works + new chapters for 1 existing work. Does not include word count for New Year's story.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - be the light

Hiiii I really love your page I was wondering if you could do anymore Ackley Bridge x Self Harm reader. If not I completely understand I hope you have a good day :) - Anon 💜

TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM!

The new teacher had barely taken notice to you in his class, he was too focused on giving the best possible classes he possibly could, while dealing with what was happening with Sam and her mum.

You were thankfully for it, and you used this as a chance to slip into the shadows, hiding away from everyone like you usually did.

You sat at the back of the class, head in your hands as you gazed out the window, watching the water from the rain trickle down with a small smile on your face.

“Pay attention please (Y/N).”

You snapped your attention towards Mr Evershed and he held up his book.

Nodding, you picked yours up and started to follow along where he was reading but you soon lost interest again and started to look back outside once more.

This didn’t go unnoticed by the teacher, but he chose not to say anything about it, he simply just carried on until the bell rang and people started to pack up and leave.

You were stuffing your books into your bags and pulled your hoodie on over your placed when someone sat on your desk.

“Can we have a chat?” Mr Evershed asked.

You nodded your head and he sat down on the chair opposite yours, placing his hands on the table he clasped them together.

“I just want to make sure everything is okay, I’ve noticed you’re not paying attention in class. Is it the work? Are you struggling? Because if you are I can help.” He smiled.

You shook your head and gave him a small smile.

“No… it’s Uhm.. I just like the rain sir…”

He followed your gaze towards the window and he smiled and he nodded his head, turning his attention backwards you.

Now he could pick you out from a crowded classroom of students, he could see you looked tired, you seemed worn day, exhausted.

He studied you for a moment, old hoodie, a large one at that, ink on the backs of your hands from where you were drawing on them out of boredom.

“The rain is nice isn’t it?” He asked.

You hummed and nodded your head.

“It gives a sense of tranquility.” You replied.

Turning around, you gave him the tiniest of smiles and grabbed your bag as you stood up, carefully tucking your chair back under the table before casting your gaze towards the floor.

“Is that all sir?”

“Yeah, yeah it is. I just want to make sure everything was okay is all, but you know my door is open right? If you ever need anything.”

You nodded and left and he frowned.

He was wondering how he managed to overlook you for so long. Something was telling him it wasn’t just your love for rain that was distracting you, it was something else.

He made his was to the office and knocked on the door before entering.

“Everything alright?” Mrs Carter asked.

“I was wondering if you knew anything about a student, (Y/N) (L/N)?”

“Is everything okay? Usually it’s not them people are asking about.” Mrs Carter frowned.

“Yes… well… I’m not sure…” Mr Evershed sighed.

He ran a hand down his face and looked out the window behind her before turning back to the headmistress.

“I caught them staring out the window, I asked them to pay attention and a few minutes later their right back to looking out the window. I did try talking to them but they said they enjoyed the rain, but they looked exhausted Mandy.”

Mrs Carter sighed and nodded her head.

“I know, you’re not the first one to bring that up over the past year I’ve had similar comments from others. It’s not enough to call a meeting with their parents, they’re a pretty quiet student as it is, we don’t know anything about their home life and never met their parents.”

Mr Evershed nodded his head and let out another small sigh.

“Just keep an eye on them, it’s all you can do at the moment.”

“Right. Thanks.”

Mr Evershed nodded his head and left the office, making his way down the hallways.

Other students were wondering about inside, and as he made his way past a door he found you stood under a doorway, hands in your pockets as you leaned against the glass.

He stopped for a minute before he carried in walking.

Over the next month he kept an eye on you in class, noticing how often you actually would drift away from reality, staring out the window, wearing the same oversized, old hoodie every day.

One day you just weren’t in class, and after asking around Mr Evershed found out you just weren’t in at all.

He was concerned but didn’t think much about it, the following day you weren’t in again and he tried to call your parents but there was no answer, both phones went straight to voicemail.

He decided to try seeing if anyone was home at all, so he went after school and knocked on the door and after a few minutes later he was getting ready to leave.

He turned around and saw you walking down the street, you looked up and when you saw him you spun around and started to walk in the opposite direction.

“(Y/N) hold up!” He called.

He jogged after you, but you kept on walking regardless of him managing to easily catch up to you.

“I tried calling your parents but they didn’t answer, you’ve got an unauthorised absence for today, and you weren’t in yesterday I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

You said nothing to the teacher and carried on walking until you reached a small stream bank and you sat down on the grass, crossing your legs and resting your hands in your lap.

He looked around before walking over and taking a seat next to you, wrapping his arms around his knees as he gazed down at the slow moving stream.

He noticed the way you pulled at your sleeves and chewed on the drawstring of the hoodie.

“Talk to me. What’s going on?” He asked softly.

You took a deep, shaky breath, giving a small shrug of your shoulders.

“I… I feel like I’m drowning…” you whispered.

He turned his head to you, watching as you picked up a little flower, twirling it around between your fingers.

“It’s like.. like nothing in the world has colour anymore… like everything is so dull… so quiet I can barely hear it… nothing is loud enough to shatter the silence around me…”

“Is that why you like the rain so much? Because of how loud it is?” He asked.

You nodded your head and leant down, resting your back in the grass as you stared up at the blue sky.

He saw how dull your eyes were, how almost lifeless the were, no spark, no life, no happiness to be seen anywhere on your face.

“I can’t feel anything… no matter how hard I try…”

He furrowed his brows, and he turned so he was sitting facing you this time.

“What do you mean by that? No matter how hard you try?” He asked softly.

You said nothing and the silence was almost deafening as Mr Evershed tried to figure out what you were talking about.

It took him a few minutes, but when he finally spoke up.

“(Y/N) have you been… hurting yourself…?” He asked unsure.

He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but he wasn’t sure what other answer there could be to what you had told him.

Nothing else he could think of would fit, and this was the only plausible explanation.

“I pretend I’m alright, but it’s never enough…”

“And you think hurting yourself is the answer?” He asked.

You sat up and balled your hands into fists and you clenched your jaw.

“I’m not blaming you, okay I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m not saying this is your fault, it’s just… it’s not the answer (Y/N)…” he whispered.

Your shoulders slumped.

“I don’t know what else to do anymore… I’ve tried everything.. nothing works… I feel so empty…”

His heart broke listening to you talk like you had nothing else going for you, as if you had given up on life at such a young age.

“What do you do?”

“No… you’re gonna send me off to some therapist or whatever… it doesn’t work…”

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want okay? I just need to know what you’ve been doing.”

You looked around, an elderly couple was passing by and you shook your head, standing up you started to walk away.

“(Y/N) don’t run away please!”

You ran all the way back home, slamming the door open you rushed into the living room and sat on the sofa, burying your face in your hands.

A few moments later the door was closed and you heard him walk over, looking around the old and empty house.

“I want to help you, you’re not alone okay? I promise you you’re not alone.”

You shook your head as you wiped a few stray tears that had managed to slip free.

“I screwed up sir…” you sobbed.

“Hey, hey no you didn’t. You didn’t okay? It’s okay, it’s okay.”

He sat next to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Come here, it’s okay, you did nothing wrong alright?” He asked softly.

You sniffled and nodded your head, wiping your tears with your sleeves as you stared at the floor.

“Whatever is going on, you don’t have to do it alone, I just need you to tell me what’s going on.”

You finally nodded and started to explain everything.

You explained what led up to this, what was the breaking point for you and why you started to hurt yourself.

He asked what you did, and you told him, explaining to him you only did it once and since then it was the only release you had .

You were in tears as you told Mr Evershed everything and he was nearly in tears listening to it. You were going through so much, you were hurting so much, and no one had noticed until now.

“It’s okay, alright? I’m just glad you’ve finally told me, and I’m going to help you okay?”

“Are you going to send me to the hospital?”

“I’m not going to do anything that makes you unhappy.” He whispered.

He looked around the house before turning back to you.

“Can you get me everything you used to hurt yourself?”

You nodded and you were gone for a few minutes before coming back, handing him a wooden box.

“I’m going to be taking this, alright?”

“Okay…”

He nodded and gestured to your arms.

“It’s going to be a hard and long road to recovery, okay? But we’re going to do it, we’re going to get you past this. Every Monday I’m going to ask to see your arms, and asked you if you’ve done anything and I need you to be honest, alright?”

You nodded your head and he gestured to your hoodie.

“Can we at least put this in the wash?”

“Yeah.. it’s starting to stink…”

He chuckled and you smiled just a little and he helped you put it in the wash, he tossed the wooden box you gave him in the bin and he helped you clean everything up.

Recovery was going to be a long road, but he was going to stand there and light a fire every day if he had to just to lead you out of the darkness because you needed the support

[spottedenchants]

ehehehe truth or dares for youuuu

🛼🥤💌🍄🔪

Truth all the way down :3

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🥰🛋😳🛏🥺

(Stay Here Beside Me aka the first time fic)

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Is it cheating to recommend eyes like coin of gold; lips a reddest rose by vietbluecoeur again? Yes? Okay, how about:

Strange Happenings in the Waters of Bisaft by HurtComfortInSpace

Jester is having a Rough time emotionally and takes a swim with a new fishy friend :3 too bad said friend has ill intentions :,) I am patiently awaiting the comfort half of the hurt/comfort >:3

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?

Work emails don't count until I clock in, so I will say zero :3

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairing

Non-romantic, Yussa and Marion are same-town pen pals after C2.

Marion sent him a letter thanking him for his hospitality and kindness towards her daughter and her friends (spinning the Nein taking refuge from Trent by going to Yussa's tower in a Very Nice light considering how Yussa was in the middle of his astral nap, all 'they trust you, you have my gratitude'), and Yussa, not wanting to spurn someone of Marion's high standing and reputation amongst the Nicodranan commonfolk (i.e. she's not with the Concord or the Uludans xD) by ignoring her outright, sends a reply about as terse-yet-kind about the Nein as you'd expect. Marion is amused that the unreachable mage of Tidepeak Tower has a soft spot for the Nein and sends another letter, maybe with a genuine but tongue-in-cheek compliment about his interior design or something. Yussa replies again and the rest is history. Wensforth is glad Yussa has made another friend and enjoys chatting with Marion when he stops by to deliver a letter.

(also have you read letters to a figure on the horizon? you should read letters to a figure on the horizon)

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

'History of pencils' was a fun one for We Should Explore Other Things! I wanted to know if graphite naturally occurs in forms compatible with pencil use (It does! There are deposits (a deposit? there's a huge large one in England somewhere at least) that are pure enough to just chop off a bit and use, but I think I also saw a thing about graphite powder being reconstituted with clay for use or something like that?)

Also for Touching Sentiments as a whole, one thing I personally don't think it's weird, but 'love', maybe? Etymology, translations, fiction and non-fiction books, essays, book chats, forums, discussion blogs- there's no end to people defining and describing their own individual and communal understandings of love and it's such a fun thing to get in the weeds about, but it always strikes me as something others see as strange, saying 'oh yeah I've been researching love' idk xD I'm still mucking about with it though xD

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Thank youuuu :3 💜

Writers Truth or Dare Ask Game

[hawkzeyes]

follow up to your response to that other person's ask (this is gonna be so awkwardly worded but hopefully you get what I'm saying)

is there a way to get familiar with the comics content without reading the comics themselves? comic book/graphic novel format is actually really hard for me to follow and I would love to be able to read the content in a more text-based format but idk if that exists [specifically Clint Barton stuff but that shouldn't be a surprise, I'm following you after all lmao]

First, thank you so much for following I really appreciate you v much 🫶

So generally comics are written with a transcript first! It can be a bit difficult to follow, like a movie script with no picture, but nonetheless it’ll describe the scenes, actions, and quotes of the characters! Now the unfortunate part is… some comic writers are not really forthcoming with these. I know Jim Zub has some on his Patreon and some will donate on comicsexperience.com but not a lot realistically.

I’ll admit It’ll take a lot more work to hunt down a transcript vs just a regular old comic because this is a comic based medium. It’s also going to be harder to find older transcripts for Clint due to the MCU now because Google is going to assume you mean the MCU. There are some written out books as well it’s just really not as common because honestly it takes a lot more effort to write every tiny detail out.

Now there is also the option of podcasts and YouTube and there are videos that will read it out to you and or walk you through the storyline! Much like this one!

Again with less popular characters like Clint, finding his old comics like this is gonna be hard.

However, honestly if you ever wanted an older comic “transcripted” for you and you really can’t find it please reach out to me because I genuinely do not mind talking it out and walking you through it or hell even typing out a summary for you so you don’t feel left out! (That last bit might not be ok with others but I’m ok with doing it! It’s always nice to check and see what others are cool with and I don’t wanna assume. However most comic fans would and can chat (text message) your ear off about these things LOL)

If you’re comfortable and you have a discord, and you’re interested in that, please message me privately and I’ll add you! All in all it’s going to be HARDER to get into comics when comic reading is confusing for you, but thankfully not impossible due to the community 💜

[mostthingskenobi]

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JYN AND CASSIAN NEED A HUG!!!

In the book Rebel Rising by the wonderfully talented @bethrevis we learn why Jyn Erso covers her kyber crystal necklace with a scarf. Poor Jyn has such a painful history. At least in Rogue One Cassian gives her a nice hug...oh wait... 😐 Have you listened to our podcast episode where we review this wonderful Star Wars book? Rebel Rising has obvious tie-ins with Rogue One, but we also found interesting connections and parallels with Andor. We examine the similarities between Jyn and Cassian's painful pasts, and we see the beginnings of Saw Gerrera's extremism. We are very picky about the Star Wars books we would recommend, but this one did not disappoint 💜 Can't wait to read more of Beth Revis's work 😊 If she would ever like to come on the show to chat Jyn, Leia, and writing, we would be honored 💜

Listen to the full episode on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Amazon Music, YouTube, and anywhere podcasts are found. Just search for Most Things Kenobi 🙌

[tamiveldura]

Friday Update!

This week was disrupted almost immediately with the news that I've been called for Jury Duty. That starts next Monday, and potentially lasts all week, which means I started the week trying to figure out how I'm going to hit deadlines with a lost week I wasn't expecting And potentially several additional days lost to recovery.

I don't have a good answer for that. The bad answer I I decided not to take a break after finishing Fated To The Wolf.

I wrapped up revisions of Fated on Monday and assembled the novella for the editor. That project goes into a multi author anthology and will be on preorder on the 15th. You'll see me chatting about it more as the preorder runs.

While revising, I have been massaging the outline for Rescued By The Dragon Assassin. (Preorder link to my website) On Tuesday I moved directly into the dictation draft of Rescued.

Normally I would give myself the rest of the week to handle admin work (never ending) and poke a bit at the outline to make it more robust. I fill in the time reading good books and generally letting the creative muscles take a rest.

But, see above, jury duty, so instead I started dictating Rescued. I got a few chapters in and made some outline adjustments. I got to the start of chapter 4 (of 10) and while I usually take the weekend off, I'm going to do one dictation session each day to help move the project forward.

Worst case scenario, I have to serve the whole week and I don't have the energy to do anything at all but survive that. Best case, I don't have to serve at all. But a really nice situation would be serving the week and still being able to come home and dictate a bit each day so the week isn't a total loss. Going downward in effort: being able to revise the first few chapters on Rescued, being able to outline the next project, being able to brainstorm the next project, or being able to do admin maintenance tasks like dealing with audio files would all progress things in the business.

Ultimately I don't know what the situation will be until Monday, which is really disruptive Now because I am autistic and rely heavily on Knowing The Plan. It helps that I have several potential plans to pick from given more information, I just hate waiting in limbo.

Rescued (20k) is due at the end of May. Vampire Mated (20k) is due end of June. I do not love how tight those are. In addition, there is a workshop I'm attending in August that will start throwing short stories at me Soon TM and with a single week deadline each, they can't be shuffled around once they arrive.

(if I get my first short assignment on Monday while I'm talking to the Judge I hope it's for a wild genre I don't prefer like the Regency, because if it's for the epic space opera I will burn at both ends to do it. Please cross your fingers it comes the week after.)

This whole situation is why I've stopped accepting group projects and submission projects for now. I want to clear these novellas, get through the anthology Workshop, and start working on some of the sequels of things these projects have spawned.

It's a lot and right now, with next week questionable, it's a lot more than normal.

Thanks for listening to the vent! Go check out Rescued on my webstore and if you'd like to get shit in your inbox instead, my newsletter goes out every Thursday with a small blog, sales alerts, and monthly free books from my friends 💜 Signup gives you a free kinky dragon shifter short story!

[fedorasaurus]

I'd need to check if it's allowed (copyright laws and all that), but I think it would be fun to do streams where I just sit by the camera and read books to the chat.

A nice cozy Live stream where I sit and read Jurassic Park or something, fumbling the words sometimes because I'm not a professional and talking out loud is hard, but it's part of the charm. 💜

[sitpwgs]

I saw your vent post about reading, and I get it! Hitting a book slump sucks, and I know there's nothing I can really say to make it better. I just wanted to let you know that I, for one, am majorly impressed with how many books you read! Honestly seeing your books read log makes me so happy, I love seeing your thoughts on your reads and it's one of my favourite things about your blog! I also know how it feels with the whole 'making your hobby feel like a commitment' kinda thing and I just wanted to let you know that I feel for you 💜💜 and I really hope soon you'll get a new fire for reading and will fall in love with another new and grand adventure!

good morning 🤍 this was so so sweet to wake up to; i really appreciate your kind words. 🧸

my pre-coffee self got really ramble-y this morning, so i put this under the cut! 💌

reading is a very solitary activity for me, and so i'm often in search of people to chat about books with/a bookish community, and it's just really nice to know that you enjoy seeing my thoughts on books i've read!

i was recently telling one of my friends that i feel like tumblr is the only place i feel like i can be most authentic in my thoughts/ramblings about books — just because it is my least ... influencer-y platform (unlike my book twitter, or bookstagram, or my proper book blog). i have a fair amount of people in the publishing industry, authors, etc. who follow me on my bookstagram + book twitter (although i'm over on my book twitter a lot less nowadays), and i never want to hurt anyone's feelings. i firmly believe that reviewers are for readers, but i also know that things we accidentally come across (or things we intentionally come across) can sting. and i don't mean this in the way that my comments on books are inauthentic, just that i'm more likely to only talk about the positive bits of a book on my bookstagram, etc — or i'll only highlight books that i truly love. tumblr has always been a very refreshing place for me, that is completely different from bookstagram and book twitter and my proper book blog, and i think being more intentional about coming back to tumblr was a really good choice for me, even if i'm not editing as much as i used to (if at all).

last night's vent post was just a culmination of a long day, and after aggravating an old injury, i was just very ... frustrated and upset. i think i've just been feeling like a bit of an ... imposter, really, on here + in my other bookish spaces, which is just very, very silly. and on some level, i sometimes (often) feel like i'm undeserving of the ARCs i get/partnerships i get/followings/etc. that i have, especially on bookstagram. it's all just very, very silly! i ended up calling a friend (who is very removed from bookish things and influencing things) and they said a lot of things that i needed to hear, which was really helpful.

i ended up putting the ARC i was struggling with aside for now — it's not out for a couple months, and read two books last night (another result of not sleeping well)! all things considered, i'm really not doing that poorly with the amount of ARCs i've got; it's more so the books i've been gifted that i'm struggling with, but that's okay! i'll get to them when i get to them — as my friend helpfully reminded me last night, none of this is that serious.

i think i'm going to try to read something different (maybe a play or an audiobook) next to see if that'll help me get back into the swing of things! and i think i'm going to give myself some grace with reading "fewer" books in april (hopefully finishing some annotation projects that i started earlier this year too), especially since i've got a lot of exciting things in coming up! maybe i'll do a reread of some favorites to remind me of why i love reading!

i'd love to know what you're currently reading / what books you've been loving lately / what your favorite reads are 🤍 and i hope you're able to separate your hobby from your commitments too, whether that's reading or otherwise!

this truly was just the sweetest message and i appreciate you dearly 🤍 x

[1d1195]

Omg finally had time to read the newest toothpaste update and bestie…omg?! That was so GOOD!!! I know you typically don’t write smut(which is FINE!!!) this build up was just so😵‍💫 THE THUMB SUCKING I WOULD SIMPLY DIE!! She’s so brave bc omg could cry just thinking about it lol and she’s so bold omg I love that for her😭 and he’s so in love like this man is so down bad, I love it!! That “cavity filling” line… SAM WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO TYPE THAT HAHAH I LOVE IT !!!! It was so nice to read about these two again, loved it as always!!

I think it was also for the best lol I would have been WAY more unhinged than I already was lol and it seems so much like you to be worried about them and honestly I get it!

Bestie anything you come up with I know it will just be great!! And the way Market Basket has now been added to my list of stores I will simply not enter bc that sounds so bad😭 I love a good deal but my mental state probs candle handle that HAHA

Oh the writting aspect seems like it would have been horrible like the process of it lol I feel like you would have absolutely slayed cognitive psychology classes!! There’s so much stuff about the brain and like behavioral stuff too!

IM FINALLY FREE!!! Took both my final exams on the same day so my brain is a little fried but still very happy to be over with everything:)! YOURE incredibly sweet Sam😭❤️ I miss you too obviously when I’ve been away! I always love chatting with you no matter what! But same goes for you too, your overall stability and health is a priority! No matter how long it will always be so important to put yourself first!

I’m also so surprised how inspired you have been for Honey bc the amount of writting you’ve done in such a short time is so crazy in the best way!! I get being a bit critical on what you work on BUT I’m sure the last few parts are just as amazing!

THAT MEN QUOTE OMG THATS SO REAL!!!! HAHHA LOVE IT! I like the idea of annotating bc I think it’s cute too! I typically end up writing it out or taking a pic of a quote I like but that’s pretty much it! I also donate my books once I feel like I’ve outgrown them a bit so I try not to do too much damage lol but omg that sounds so fun with your friend!!

Hope you had a good week my love! And wishing such a peaceful and relaxing weekend! Love you lots!!!-💜

Yay! I think the whole reason I had this idea is because I finally have a dentist that doesn't make me want to cry anymore. I was so traumatized growing up HATING the dentist. Now I find it lowkey relaxing just laying there lol I am trying to think of more sexy punny innuendos for the dentist (there's something about being drilled on the tip of my tongue) but yes, he's mostly just obsessed with her 😍 as he should be. she's so cute 🤭

FREEDOM! YAY! I'm glad you're done! So exciting!!! 💕

I think I wrote like 15k words in the first day of starting it. Sometimes when I have (what I think is) a good idea, I try and write as MUCH as I can as quickly as possible so I don't forget anything I want to include. So I was bouncing back and forth between the beginning/middle/end putting pieces down that I don't even know if I'll use but I gotta include in case I need it. I'm currently REALLY attached to Honey still though (probs because I wrote it so quickly) so I'm lowkey struggling to write something else because I don't want to let them go 😭 It's like when I read a book that just hits and I'm like "I cannot leave them. They're my friends." It feels rude to move on.

I've been trying to donate more of my books! I'm out of room on my shelves! I usually leave them in the staff lounge. But I can't exactly bring my smut books into a school so I have to be strategic about which ones I bring in 😂 If I think I'm going to reread the book, or even just look at it, I always keep it. So there are MANY like that so I am struggling to clear space on my shelf. Plus I just keep buying more anyway 😂

Solid week overall and I'm hoping to be productive this weekend, but we will see. I want to put up fall decorations even though it's still like 80 degrees out. I know you don't like the cold much but I'm DYING for 50-60 fall breezes 😭

Love you!

xoxo

Hope you had a good week my love! And wishing such a peaceful and relaxing weekend! Love you lots!!!-💜

[spookyserenades]

I loooooooooooooooooooove the chapter and the tarot and occult and stuff r srsly intriguing it's soo cool like u make me wanna do a separate research about tarot cards and the ending gave me the chills I swear u r gonna kill us one day anyways thank you for another lovely chapter tc

!!!! AHHH thank you so much sweetheart!! Tarot can be such a fun practice, and really practical too when you get the hang of it (not to mention, a party trick at sleepovers LOL) there are lots of Youtube videos to get you started, library books, and they sell 100's of decks at Barnes & Noble these days, too. 💜

HEHE sorry about the cliffhanger!!! I think it's a nice, spooky ending that will lead us into the October update, which will be full of lots of witchy things. Thank you for reading and sending love, hope to chat soon! 😘