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userseokmins · 1 year

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secret wishes ◦ h.v.c.

💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Hansol Vernon Chwe x gn!reader 📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Fluff, Humor/Comedy/Crack, PLATONIC!au, Besties!au 💬 ⓌⒸ: 3.4k ⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Food, One mention of alcoholic beverages, Reader gets a tattoo, Cheesy corny stuff, Everyone is a menace imho, lmk if i missed smth! 📝 🄰/🄽: what better way to make a fic debut on this blog than a (very belated) birthday vernon fic to my beloved @aceofvernons. Basically it's a love letter from one bestie to another but it got kinda out of hand sjjskakak I still hope you enjoy it 🎉 (also ty Nova for color correcting and giving me confidence 💖)

It's like waking up disoriented from a dream.

Vernon is suddenly snapped out of the daze Seungwkan had left him in moments ago. The man responsible for it is now standing next to him, barking orders out to at least five other people who are running around their tiny, shared apartment.

"Geez, you didn't need to make such a big deal outta things."

"Should've stopped me instead of pouting in silence in your abysmally dark room like always."

"It's not that dark," Vernon protests and scratches the back of his head, "and I don't pout."

Lilac strands flutter as he tilts his head and does the very thing he said he doesn't do: pout. Seungkwan spares him a look only to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah Mr. Vamp. Maybe when a certain person isn't mentioned, sure." He jerks his head to the right. "Now get your lazy butt moving so I'm not tempted to take a hundred percent of the credit, love, and appreciation in your stead."

Vernon reluctantly peers into the kitchen. Mingyu is waving a spatula in a threatening manner at Wonwoo and their partner for eating and playing with the batter he's been working hard on. Peeking into the living room causes his entire body to cringe at Seokmin and his fiance who are supposed to be blowing up balloons. Instead, they're taking a break to giggle and kiss at one another's necks.

Ugh.

Seeking reprieve, he finally finds comfort stumbling next to Joshua, the seemingly only calm one among the other chaotic scatterbrains. With a kind smile, the maroon-haired man hands a loose end of the various paper chains he's looping together to Vernon, who readily takes it.

"You're pouting."

"I don't pout, Josh."

"Sure, sure. Unless it's about you know who."

"Seungkwan said the same sort of nonsense."

"He's not wrong. Otherwise he wouldn't be putting in all this effort for the both of you."

Vernon frowns. "He didn't have to."

"He did 'cause you were pouting. We all had to."

"I don't… ugh, whatever. All I wanted was something small but different."

"It's different that's for sure." Red bangs fly up when Joshua snorts at a sweaty Seungcheol stumbling through the front door, flanked by additional friends, to bring in an unnecessarily large table. "I know it's not what you normally do but I think it'll be nice."

"We like to do quiet things. Just the two of us. But everything's been screwed up this year."

Joshua's laughter is soft and melodic despite the underlying mockery Vernon suspects it disguises. "So, this surprise party and the commotion that came with it isn't bothering you. You're sulky because quality bestie time has been sacrificed since they went away."

Just because he's right doesn't mean he has to say it.

"I'm not sulking and I'm not sure what's so funny either."

"You are, my dear buddy!" He clasps his friend's shoulder reassuringly whose lilac hair cutely lessens the intensity of his perpetual frown. "After we celebrate, you'll get them all to yourself."

Vernon's nose crinkles. "Why is everyone being so insufferable?"

Not bothering to reply, the other man simply hums and stands to hang the completed portion of the chain. He can manage his grumpy younger friend who's now stapling the remaining rectangular pieces of paper a little bit too aggressively. The knowledge that Vernon will settle back into his easy-going nature once you return is inevitable.

It's just a question of how long all of them will be able to hold out until then.

By the time the sun sets, the fast-paced energy of the afternoon has dwindled down and the party preparations are finally finished.

"Are you sure it will be fine?"

"Honestly, Chwe! Do you not trust my baking skills?"

"More like I don't trust my fridge."

Seungkwan looks up at the exchange between a whiny Mingyu and indifferent Vernon. "Just don't open the fridge overnight and everything should be fine." He huffs, handing a stack of empty pizza boxes to Seokmin. "There's nothing but the cake in there anyways."

That must be enough to satisfy the dessert maker who obnoxiously puffs out his chest in pride. Wonwoo secures the last pack of untouched beer he'd brought in one hand and his partner's wrist tenderly in the other. Bidding everyone a good evening, he leaves with Mingyu following behind them like an elated puppy heading back home after a tiring walk.

"We'll take these and head out too," Seokmin supplies helpfully as he and his fiance finish gathering the final pieces of trash laying around. "See you tomorrow!"

Joshua is the last to go and jingles his car keys loudly before shutting the door with an exclamation of, "Enjoy the surprise!"

He disappears with a cheeky grin and swift departure before the opportunity to be questioned arises and Vernon turns to his unphased roommate.

"What did he mean by that?"

"Oh, you know him. Sometimes he's normal, more often he's not. Probably just wanted to re-remind you of that fact."

Seungkwan's statement is one that anyone can agree with. Figuring Joshua meant nothing as usual, it's already forgotten by the time Vernon's made his way up the steps.

Much later into the night, he's on a desperate search for something when you call but picks up nonetheless. No matter what he's doing, one thing for sure is that he'll always answer the phone when it displays your name. Because it's you.

But maybe that wasn't the smartest decision.

"Hello 'sol!"

"Hey bestie," the phone is cradled between his shoulder and ear as he rummages between the couch cushions. "What's up?"

"Nothing much, guess I just wanted to hear your voice."

A silly smirk halts him in his tracks. "Miss me?"

"Oh, how I long for you so!" The sarcasm lacing your words can't fully hide the smile he hears. "I've talked to you every day as always, it's like I never even left."

"Wish you didn't."

"You and I both. It's nice to be home but still…"

"We've always spent your birthdays together."

"Which is exactly why you should've come back with me!"

"Couldn't intrude on the fam like that."

You sigh. "No one would've minded, you're so dear to them." Mimicking your mother's voice, you continue, "Where's that lil Hansolie of yours? We enjoy his company so much, it's as if he's our son. In fact — we might love him more than our own child!"

Vernon laughs brightly. Bold and loud like he always does in your presence. You draw that part out of him like no one else can, setting him at ease to simply be himself. Comfortable. There are no appearances to uphold with you, no worries either. Everything melts away and it's easy to forget what he was all stressed about before you called. Until hurried feet pounding on the floor signify that someone is about to rush into the living room.

"I found them! I found the — " Seungkwan's happy skip halts upon seeing his friend on the phone and attempts to catch his breath after scrambling down the steps. But the keywords to the unfinished sentence roll right off Vernon's tongue out of relief without thinking.

"The rings?"

Even if he can't see, you perk up from your slouched position in the car and repeat eagerly, "Rings?"

Vernon shares a wide-eyed look with the other man in the room who hesitantly places the box on the coffee table. So much for being relaxed — he got too relaxed and ended up spilling the secret. Exposing himself like an idiot. He normally doesn't care that you are privy to everything there is to know about him but now…

Licking his lips nervously, he chuckles awkwardly. "Uh… yeah?"

"Did you get married or something in the week that I was gone?" you tease. "What's all this ring business about?"

"N-nothing. It's nothing big… y'know how Kwannie was… contemplating… um, engagement."

The man in question gapes and starts waving theatrically while mouthing silent charades full of utter disbelief and betrayal that are readily ignored.

Meanwhile, you snort. "Oh yeah, because that's definitely not a big deal at all. About time! But how did you end up with his rings then?"

Vernon turns his back on a dramatic Seungkwan in order to focus on organizing a believable white lie. "We… invited some of the guys over to talk it out and uh, he didn't want to lose them in the chaos because… he's still deciding and all that, you know… "

"Incredible," you mutter, "yet it seems like you lost them."

Panic, his brain screams. And maybe some shame added as well.

"But whatever, at least you found them." Somehow you seem to miraculously buy his pathetic excuse. Leaving the matter alone because you're distracted by a hearty yawn, he lets out a quiet exhale of relief while you stretch your neck out. "I'm tired."

Your best friend collapses onto the couch, feeling exhausted himself. "You should get some rest."

"And miss when the clock strikes twelve?"

"You've got a long day ahead, flying out after your celebration. You know you can stay longer if it's too much."

He's a little nervous saying that after everyone excitedly spent time to set up a surprise party but your well-being will always be more important to them over anything else.

Mingyu and his cake would survive.

"Puh-lease," you grumble and Vernon knows your eyes just have to be rolling, though you're actually glancing at your watch. "Don't you worry your handsome little head, I'll be right on time."

His eyebrows furrow. "On time for what?"

But you've already put the speaker away from your face, giggling like a gremlin in the background before you loudly cackle, "You're a horrible liar, Hansol!"

He breaks out into a cold sweat, even more perturbed when you simply hang up without even a farewell. "What is up with people today?"

"I dunno, what's up with you?" Phone held dazedly in one hand, Vernon turns to face Seungkwan's wrath. "Because suddenly, I'm engaged — according to your standards!"

"Sorry 'bout that. I'll explain everything when I give them their gift, okay? I think… I don't think they believed me anyway."

"Even Bookkeu wouldn't be fooled by that awful acting. Gosh, now I'm gonna feel bad about not proposing."

"Aw, c'mon Kwan. You know that's not what this meant."

Seungkwan's not really upset and Vernon knows that. Still. It's a subtle sting of a reminder that neither in the ten-year relationship have made a move for sealing that lifelong commitment. It would be a lie to say that it didn't occasionally eat away at the gentle-hearted man. Not that marriage was needed in every romantic relationship.

"I should've said Seokmin but that wouldn't have made sense either… "

"Those two? They're so attached to the hip they would've never handed over their rings to anyone. As a matter of fact though, I wouldn't give you mine either seeing as how you treated yours."

Vernon is quick to jump at his roommate and put him in a light headlock as faux retaliation, knuckles rubbing on the top of his hair while the latter yells in protest. They roughhouse as usual (this time staying clear of any lamp posts), nearly pulling off one another's clothes in the friendly tussle.

That's the position they freeze in when there's two heavy bangs on the door — Vernon with his hand fisted in Seungkwan's collar who has the former's shirt halfway up his torso. Inching closer to one another, they hold their breath. Peeking warily at the front door before meeting each other's terrified eyes that continue to widen in alarm when the beeping sounds of the code being entered starts after two seconds of silence.

They scream (very manly screams if anyone asks them about it afterwards) when the lock clicks open because who on earth knows their code and would break into their apartment at 11:56 PM?

"It's me!" You announce with a flourish — arms raised in exhilaration — only to lower them in confusion. "Oh. Am I interrupting something?"

Joshua glances around you to laugh at the two men entangled in what now looks like a hug. "Is that how you guys plan to defend yourselves? With a lover's embrace? You knew we were coming, Kwannie."

"I didn't know you'd show up at midnight!"

They step away from one another with disgruntled expressions and Vernon side-eyes everyone dubiously.

"You knew?"

Seungkwan's stuttered excuse is cut short when your (and everyone else's) phone buzzes and you excitedly cheer, "Happy gremlin birth hour to me!," and turn to a gobsmacked Vernon. "Aren't I gonna get my welcome back squish and squeeze?"

Of course, he could never deny you a hug. Especially on your birthday. Even if you scared the crap out of him by 'breaking in' when you're supposed to be far away with your family still, he opens his arms with an upward lift of his lips.

"Happy birthday, bestie. Now tell me, what in the world are you doing here?"

He takes in your appearance. Despite the off-and-on nap in Joshua's car on the way back from the airport somewhat helping, there's no way your animated behavior can hide all the obvious tiredness and jet lag.

You back away with a pat to his left bicep that has various rows of little black tattoo symbols encircling it, rocking back and forth on your heels.

"Wanted to celebrate my birthday with you!"

"You should have rested."

"I'm not a child, I wanted to surprise you!"

"But — " Vernon gestures helplessly to you, then the decorations he's sure you haven't noticed, and expects some support from his other friends but they have seemingly disappeared to give the two of you privacy. Plus, likely to escape him asking about the bizarre circumstances.

Gee, what wonderful pals.

"I know, I know… all of you put in a lot of effort. Especially Kwannie."

"I helped too!"

"But it was his original idea and organization, no? You'd never plan something like this."

"Why do you know everything, it's your birthday?" He groans in exasperation at your laughter. "It's supposed to be a secret and you're supposed to be surprised!"

"Ah, speaking of which," you eagerly roll up your right sleeve, "look at what I got!"

His eyebrows raise at the reveal of the ink that now circles over your skin. "Oh? You got tatted?"

"Yes! When I called after you got yours last year, the waitlist was so long I ended up just scheduling it as a birthday gift."

From afar, one might think they're the same as the ones dotting his arm. But upon closer inspection, he's more than pleased to see how you chose to have your own unique personality shine through. Miniscule versions of symbols that mean something precious and objects that seem to represent you best are outlined or filled-in with your favorite color.

"Beautiful."

You smile broadly at how awestruck your best friend is. "No, you."

"No, you."

"Fine, we're both pretty!" Vernon relents, well aware that this could go back and forth forever.

"That we are." You urge him to sit down on the couch and situate yourself next to him, right shoulder to his left, and grab his wrist. "Look!"

Extending your joined arms, you show him how your tattoos align almost perfectly. Then securing his other free hand in yours with the traditional pinky promise the two of you have done since childhood. He chuckles as you nudge him cajolingly with an elbow.

"I see."

"What do you see?"

"You just want me to say something cheesy 'cause you're in your affectionate era."

"It's the least you could do on my birthday."

A deep, weary sigh. "We're… each other's… better… half?"

The hands you have placed on his body tighten their hold as you squeeze hard in your excitement. He grunts as appropriate between your rambling, focusing mainly on when he'll be able to get circulation back where you're gripping, until you suddenly deflate.

"I messed it up. Stupid, sleep-deprived brain."

"You're not stupid."

"You're right, it's your fault."

"Mine?"

"I took the brain cell but now you have it back because we're together." Finally freeing the poor man, you stand in front of him and point. "Okay, let me try again so you'd better wipe your mind clear."

"Yeah, yeah." Vernon crosses his arms and pretends to look annoyed as if there isn't a goofy grin on his face.

"It was supposed to go something like this. We mirror each other, right?" You gesture to your tattoos again. "We're very similar, maybe even too similar at times. But," you flop down where you were originally seated, "we're also different! Different enough that we can compensate for each other's weaknesses and complement each other's strengths… you know, like you said — all that corny stuff."

"Cute."

"Like you."

"And you."

You lean in so close to Vernon that your noses almost touch. "Yeah, because we're besties and we look cute together. Okay, since I ruined the surprise and told you all my secrets, isn't it your turn now?"

"My turn?"

"Yeah, Mr. Rings."

"Ah… so that was your goal all along."

"Of course, I'm waiting with bated breath."

He raises his chin in the direction of the coffee table. "It's right there."

Despite teasing him about not wrapping it, you quickly snatch the velvet box before he can grab it himself. "Couple rings?" You put a hand over your heart dramatically. "Aw, you shouldn't have, Hansol."

"They're bestie rings, you dolt."

"Did you just call me an idiot?!"

"Yeah. With affection though."

You make a sound of disgust but return to the precious gift, lips curling upwards. "They're beautiful."

"Copycat."

"Stop it, you love me."

"I do."

"Then put it on me," you demand, handing him the ring box and wiggling your fingers in anticipation.

Vernon mumbles something about how impatient you are and to chillax. But he does as asked and gently takes the hand always used to pinky promise and bro-slap him. Sliding the ring on your middle finger, pleased when it's a perfect fit. Then, he does the same on his own and scrunches his nose in satisfaction.

"Perfect."

"I know."

He takes your hand back in his like before, and brings you into the kitchen. Identical rings brush against each other and the tattoos on your arms act like magical sigils to shield from anything that threatens to break through the personal bubble created by your joined hands.

"How did you figure out my ring size?"

"There are lots of opportunities because you don't fall asleep until some ungodly hour and happen to still be passed out when normal people awaken. So thanks for that."

You stick your tongue out at his snarkiness and receive a dollop of icing on it in return. "Mingyu makes amazing cakes!"

"So you knew about that too."

"Duh. And I know he'll be mad if you cut a piece."

"Two," Vernon deviously points out and places a plate down for himself.

It would be an absolute crime to not devour such a delicious treat, figuring it a waste to let it sit out instead. Making a gross noise of appreciation at the first bite, you couldn't wait to thank Mingyu later.

You get that opportunity the next morning as more and more friends from the day before tiptoe in one after the other per Seungkwan and Joshua's request. Quiet giggles and definite blackmail material when they sneak a peek into the kitchen to see you and Vernon fast asleep with your heads laying on the counter, limbs splayed all over the place and each other.

The two of you had chattered about everything, anything, and nothing at all. No words needed to be said even when a comfortable silence settled as the sun started to rise before both of your eyelids closed.

You were his best friend and he was yours. That was all that mattered. The strength of your bond meant that you were content just being in each other's thoughts, even at times you were far apart. Physical reminders like tattoos or rings were just the cherry on top of the cake that you had worked hard and spent years together on creating.

Speaking of cakes…

"My precious darling," Mingyu whisper-screeched from afar, "I knew you would be destroyed!"

He sighs, distraught, and Wonwoo pats him on the back. Their partner begins snickering when the tall man gingerly lifts up the new one he brought with shaking hands. "Good thing I made two!"

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eniuves · 2 years

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⌗ dear, my lover → n.rk x fem!reader

IN WHICH ! during the years of his youth, Ni-ki attempts to write a letter to the occupier of his thoughts, hoping that she’ll feel the same about him, about them.

wc: 460

genre: fluff / angst

warnings: none !!

✩'s notes: for my jj, sry for the angst :( loveu endlessly <3

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ni-ki is typing 💬

i’ll start off by saying i have no idea how to write a letter so, sorry if this isn’t the best letter.

i guess i should start with why i am writing this.

when i first saw you i didn’t know what i’d soon feel for you. even though we’re not close and we barely know each other, i hope i can change that for us.

i want to be able to be more than friends. i want to be with you.

i want to be able to take you out to places where it’s just us two, no friends, no one. just us two. i want to be able to go out and watch the stars with you, build a relationship where you can feel the same way i feel about you.

i can’t express how my heart beats or how my eyes manage to always land on you. (my friends always tease me for it) i don’t know if you ever noticed it but now you know..

my mom always said, “when you find that special someone, your whole world will change” i never believed her until i met you.

my friends always said “oh why her?” why not, i always thought. to me, their opinions of you never mattered, nobody’s did except my own.

throughout these few months i’ve gotten to see your bright personality, your passion for your interests and how much you care for those around you. i hope one day i can be that special someone for you, be the one who allows you be your natural self.

i never thought i’d like someone this much as i like you. when your eyes sparkle i feel my heart smile a little (cringe) but it’s true. i love the way you pour your love into everything you do, it’s inspired me to do the same.

if only i had the courage to tell you this in person. this letter won’t be able to capture all my thoughts i have about us and what i want us to be.

so for now, i’ll just hope you get this from me and see what i see from my point of view.

i hope you feel the same way about me, about us, about love.

💬 . . .

EDITED ON 04.03.22

i wish i sent this when you were able to see it, i miss you endlessly.

we never got to go on all the dates i planned out, i even asked your friends where your favorite places to go out are. I never got to show you the stars, under the moonlight. I wish you never left me.

you’re still the occupier of my thoughts.

i love you.

sincerely, yours forever.

a/n: poor riki.

#enhypen #enhypen riki #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x female reader #niki #niki scenarios #ni ki enhypen #niki x y/n #enha niki #nishimura riki #niki imagines #niki x you #ni ki x reader #enhypen angst #enha scenarios #enhypen niki #enhypen nishimura riki #oneshot #drabble

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 7 months

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🦇 Perfect on Paper Book Review 🦇

❓ #QOTD What's the best advice you've ever received or given? ❓ 🦇 High school junior Darcy Phillips has a secret identity as the relationship advice expert behind Locker 89. Leave a letter along with $10 and she'll provide the perfect solution to your relationship woes. So far, she hasn't been caught...that is, until Alexander Brougham catches her collecting letters. He'll keep her secret...if she can fix his relationship post-break-up, that is. Can Darcy help Brougham win his girlfriend back (without strangling the entitled, rich, yummy-Australian-accent-slinging swimmer) in the process?

💜 Perfect on Paper was nominated for a Goodreads Choice Award (Best Young Adult Fiction - 2021) and it's no wonder. This was the exact book bisexual baby me needed a decade ago. Though I've read a multitude of books featuring bisexual FMCs, Sophie Gonzales is the first to capture the authenticity of internalized biphobia. I'll admit I was sheltered enough that it took me a while to realize bi was even an option for me. Bisexual erasure didn't help; once I self-identified, I was given the oh-so-cliche, "that's not real," and "it's just a phase." Bitch, I'm a moon goddess; I'm in a new phase every day of my life. ANYWAY. Darcy is authentic in her concern that a crush over a guy invalidates her bi-ness. The Queer & Questioning Club scene where Darcy's community validates her was everything (and truly got me misty-eyed).

💜 The advice column aspect of the story was brilliant. Darcy's letters are written in a tone that's patient and empathetic yet informative and encouraging. She'd obviously done her research and it shows, but you see her mentally unravel the moment there's personal bias and it's BEAUTIFUL. Darcy isn't perfect. She's a high schooler, still figuring herself out. Yes, she's flawed, but she's also self-aware, willing to grow and change and take her own advice (or the advice she gets from her AMAZING trans big sister, who I adored).

💜 While this is a queer YA romance, there are so many layers beyond that. There's a mixed bag of diversity and personal trauma (and with that, potential for growth) to explore.

💙 The story DID take a minute to pick up speed, so the beginning left me waiting for a catalyst for momentum. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm no a fan of the miscommunication trope. HOWEVER, it does fit here, and proves how easily a tiny moment of misunderstanding can completely alter the course of a friendship. I did have to put the book down at one point, when Darcy's best friend outs her (I was super frustrated on Darcy's behalf because that betrayal was intense). I was disappointed that no one stepped forward and THANKED Darcy for her advice when she was getting attacked as the person behind Locker 89. People were upset BEFORE their letters were taken, but no one thanked Darcy until LONG after the situation cooled. Given Darcy's self-proclaimed success rate (was there a mention of HOW she knew she was successful, beyond the lack of refunds?), I expected a lot more praise for her abilities beyond one person.

🦇 Recommended to fans of Leah on the Offbeat and Imogen, Obviously, with a hint of To All the Boys I've Loved Before and Netflix's Sex Education.

✨ The Vibes ✨ 💌 Bisexual FMC (w/ Internalized Biphobia) 💌 Queer Young Adult Rom-Com 💌 Lots of Rep 💌 Hate-to-Love 💌 Friends to Lovers 💌 POC Sapphic Side Ship

💬 Quotes ❝ "Do you think there’s a chance that [...] you’re intellectualizing things so you don’t have to, you know, feel them?" ❞ ❝ I was sitting in the space between a sound and its echo. Brougham had asked a question, and I had to answer it. It was that, or keep dreaming about love, and working toward helping others find it, while never letting myself risk it. ❞ ❝ In some ways, we mirrored each other. We shared cracks in complementary places. ❞ ❝ Bi people are part of the queer community, and their identity does not change depending on who, if anyone, they happen to have feelings for or date at any given moment. ❞

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dontspillthefrijoles43 · 7 months

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Lost Hero XIV - Breisa

Heavy powers

Warnings: Cursing, teenagers being teenagers, angst, Gaea being a bitch

Word count: 1890

Summary: My burdens aren’t easy to carry, that doesn’t mean yours should be too

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Snow and sneakers don’t mix. Breisa thought as she tread through the ice cold ground.

She had been searching for Leo for a good minute. Then snow wasn’t making her move faster. She finally spotted him (with a bright flashlight?) , passed a chain link face with dozens of porta potties.

He stood over Festus— who had landed on the blue plastic boxes and flattened them all. There were some pretty gross chemicals leaking out of the wreckage.

Breisa made her way through and tried not to breathe through her nose. Heavy snow was coming down, though it didn’t seem to bother him.

“Leo!” She called.

He turned confused, and his eyes widened in panic.

Breisa was going to ask what was wrong. Then she noticed it… a little ball of fire sat in his palm.

“I— you—” Leo stumbled over his words. He quickly extinguished the flames. “You didn’t see anything. Ok? And you can not tell anyone about this.”

“Leo—” Breisa started.

“No! This isn’t some joke or something you can hold against me! You have to promise you won’t say anything.” Leo was frantic. “Alright?” His voice wavered and he was trembling a bit.

Anxiety.

“I won’t say a word.”

Leo studied her for a good minute. She could not read his thoughts completely, but his internal battle was flickering towards anxiousness and relief. He was debating whether or not to trust her word.

“I promise.” Breisa put a hand over her heart.

He seemed at least satisfied with that. “What are you doing here anyways? You should be inside with them.”

“Because I got tired of third wheeling for Jason and Piper.” She rolled her eyes. “I came here looking for you, dummy.”

“Why?” Leo furrowed his eyebrows.

“We're stuck in the middle of nowhere, in a creepy abandoned car plant.” Breisa gestured to the dragon, “Festus needs our help. And we need him if we want to go anywhere. I couldn’t leave you alone to deal with this on your own. Even if we have our issues.”

Leo looked at her like she was crazy. He probably thought she was.

What kind of girl would risk their life in the middle of a blizzard, an exaggeration really , to look for him.

And then he shook his head.

“If you die from frostbite, that's your own fault.” He leaned over Festus' head and turned to her. “You gonna help or what?”

Breisa grinned.

Leo had given a simple task. Hold the flashlight steady.

“Aim it a little over here.” He said pointing at the square door control panel along the dragon's head.

She pointed the flashlight toward it.

“No higher.”

She moved it up.

“Too high.”

She lowered it.

“To the right.”

“Leo!” Breisa grumbled.

He snickered under his breath. “There is fine.”

Leo opened the control panel and he exhaled in disbelief. “Oh, Festus, what the heck?”

The tangled up wires inside were frozen over. There was a little cd looking disk charred and blackened— Breisa could make out some Greek letters but they were mostly blurred.

She guessed it wasn’t a good thing, since Leo was muttering things to himself.

“Nothing is unfixable.” He declared finally. “Gimme a nylon bristle detail brush, some nitrile gloves, and maybe a can of that aerosol cleaning solvent.”

The tool belt obliged. And Leo began to work.

He started off cleaning off the control disk; he had to stop from time to time to summon fire and melt away snow. But mostly he went into autopilot mode, his hands working by themselves.

Leo was really in his element. But as he worked, his mind wandered—that wouldn’t have been such a problem, if Breisa stupid power would just shut off.

Breisa couldn’t exactly tell what he was thinking…

Well sort of. It was hard to explain.

But back at the hotel—after the whole argument—the spellbook had filled a new page. Glowing and all misty. Obviously she had to read it.

It sort of explained why she could feel strong emotions.

She could connect to people through their emotions— an empathy link. People who had empathy links were most likely to have strong psyche.

The stronger the psyche, the stronger the empathic (even telepathic) powers a magic user has.

It wasn’t much but it sort of made her understand herself.

That’s why she could sense Leo’s current anxiousness and self-pity.

“Enough, Valdez,” He scolded himself suddenly. “Nobody’s going to play any violins for you just because you’re not important. Fix the stupid dragon.”

“Um Leo?”

He froze, remembering that he wasn’t alone. He coughed awkwardly, “...I didn’t mean to say that outloud.”

“Are you good?” She asked, fidgeting with her necklace.

“Hmn? Oh yeah totally.” Leo dismissed and went back to working on the dragon. On the inside, his anxiousness spiked.

“You’re lying again.”

Leo stopped working.

Breisa hesitated, but remembered the embers on his palm. “Is that what you were trying to hide…the fire?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He grumbled.

She sighed, kicking at the melted puddles of snow. “Well you’re going to have to eventually.”

“Why does it matter if I do talk about it or not?!” Leo snapped.

“Because we have to settle this!” Breisa shouted.

Leo turned to her, all his emotions attacked her all at once. They were negative. But mainly resentment.

“Look, I know I said some hurtful things before. Or recently.” She sighed, “I know we aren’t friends. But I’m sorry. Even if you don’t forgive me, I’m sorry. And I can't let you hold this weight on your shoulders. No one should have to suffer like this.”

Breisa could feel his emotions that spurred randomly slowed down to grief and anger.

“You talk about it like…” Leo hesitated, “Like you knew about my powers. Before you caught me using them.”

Breisa breathed shakily. “I had an intuition about it. You were lying… You're emotions they tell so much.”

“My emotions?” He was confused.

“Ju-just let me show you.” She tread over to him, and got close. “Um, don't freak out.”

“Why would I-” Leo cut himself off as Breisa grabbed his hand. He was getting flustered.

“You’re embarrassed that I’m holding your hand.”

“W-well anyone would be I mean…hand holding…” He trailed off, his face burning.

“Think of something else. Think of Festus. How you saw him fall.”

Suddenly Leo was guilty.

“You think it’s all your fault that Festus broke down, despite what Jason said …that you couldn’t fix him long enough to withstand the cold. That you could have done better.”

“How did you?” Leo was stunned.

“I told you. Your emotions are strong.” Breisa half-frown. “I don’t know why, but I can feel someone else’s emotions. It’s some weird empathy power. And when I’m close or touching them I can—

‘Do this.’

He jumped back a bit.

“Did you just—in my— in here?” He tapped his head as his eyes widened.

Breisa chewed her lips nervously and nodded.‘That’s how I knew about the fire….I…I read your mind by accident.’

“You did what?!” Leo took his hand from hers. “Why did you do that?!”

“It wasn’t on purpose, pendejo!” She huffed ashamed. “I had a vision of your powers, on our way to Boreas. And when we were in the hotel—when you were angry, it was just too much...The vision, I saw you and the machine shop.”

Leo stood quiet for a moment.

“So whenever my emotions get too much. You can see what I am thinking about?” He asked after a minute, even though he already knew the answer.

“Pretty much.” Breisa fiddled with her ring. “It’s not like I wanted to. But maybe I had to.” She shrugged. “Powers are difficult to have. And with my little experience or what’s happened in my life with mine. I want to understand. And be better than how I was.”

Leo went quiet again. “But why? I mean I wasn't any better. I’m still not. So why would you want a truce or somethin’?”

“Something like that.” Breisa put simply. “And because of this odd little group we have. We need to stay together. You’re just as important as everyone else.”

You’re right, Breisa, A voice said.

Leo fumbled his brush and dropped it into the dragon’s head. Breisa felt her stomach twist.

This felt like the voice from the dream but this one had no accent and sounded more sinister.

They both turned to see who had spoken. Then they looked at the ground.

Snow and chemical sludge from the toilets, even the asphalt itself was shifting like it was turning to liquid.

A ten-foot-wide area formed eyes, a nose, and a mouth —the giant face of a sleeping woman. She didn’t exactly speak. Her lips didn’t move.

But Breisa could hear her voice in her head, as if the vibrations were coming through the ground into her skull.

You all need him desperately, She said. In some ways, he is the most important of the seven—like the control disk in the dragon’s brain. Without him, the power of the others means nothing. You will never reach me, never stop me. And I will fully wake.

“You.” Leo was shaking so badly, it was hard to tell if it was from the earth or his own fear. “You killed my mom.”

The face shifted. The mouth formed a sleepy smile like it was having a pleasant dream.

Ah, but Leo. I am your mother too—the First Mother. You both shall not oppose me. I will ease your burdens. You will tread lightly on the earth.

Breisa thought, ‘Like hell we would do that.’

Dirt-fcae hummed, not exactly pleased.

You know little witch. You need these burdens to be eased. So fragile minded. So easy to lose control. You invade others' minds and space, what makes you think you can be a part of this? All that chaos in you, and your clueless to it all— will be your downfall.

The necklace felt cold. It flickered with a purple glow. She felt the knots in her stomach squirm, and her hands began to shake as the ground rumbled with cracks around her sneakers.

“Y-You don’t know me! You won’t get in my head!”

Her sleepy smile grew wider.

Ah that’s right. I will make sure she finishes the job..if you survive that long. But you wouldn’t want that, would you? So both of you, walk away now let my son Porphyrion rise and become king.

Leo grabbed the nearest thing he could find—a Porta-Potty seat— and threw it at the face. “Leave us alone!”

The toilet seat sank into the liquid earth. Snow and sludge rippled, and the face dissolved.

Leo stared at the ground, waiting for the face to reappear. But it didn’t.

He looked at Breisa to make sure Dirt-face was really gone and she nodded.

Then from the direction of the factory, a crash—like two dump trucks slamming together. Metal crumpled and groaned, and the noise echoed across the yard.

Instantly they knew that Jason and Piper were in trouble.

Walk away now, the voice had urged.

“Not likely,” Leo growled. “Gimme the biggest hammer you got.”

He reached into his tool belt and pulled out a three-pound club hammer with a double-faced head the size of a baked potato.

Breisa summoned her ax from the ring. In perfect size and condition. The bronze shone in the setting moonlight.

Together they ran from the wreckage and toward the warehouse.

(A/N: Another chapter! Procrastistion be damn! I'm gonna try to be posting as often as I can no more cliffhangers. Also Happy Bleated Valentine's day <33!)

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Exclusive Reveal: The Language of our Parafolks

14 avril

Hey everyone!

Andrei here ready to deliver you some big news! 📣

As you all know, we’ve been working a lot lately on how Paras will communicate with each other. Well, after much anticipation from your end, we are very pleased to present to you the spoken language of the Parafolks: Parli.

🎥⬆️ Please watch the above video before reading further!

About the Video

🗣 The Language

In Paralives, building relationships and interacting with other characters will be an important aspect of the live mode. Parli, pronounced par-lee, is the spoken language that we have created for our Parafolks and that you will be hearing when your characters chat together and express themselves.

💬 Discussion Animations

Alice created many discussion interactions and reaction animations that we are first showcasing today. This allows our Parafolks to have conversations, ask questions, argue, tell jokes, flirt and more. We will be adding more and more discussion and group interactions so that your characters can live their social lives to the fullest.

📝 Additional Notes

The animations and voice recordings are still a work in progress.

For the video, we’ve created a “Talk with” interaction to showcase different discussion animations but it is just for the purpose of the video. Conversation interactions will work differently

You will be able to select the voice of your character in the Paramaker.

The current voice recordings are only demos. The final voice overs will be recorded by professional voice actors later in development.

Unlike the spoken language, the written language will not be gibberish, as we have shown previously here and here.

Development Diary: How We Created Parli

In the following paragraphs, you’ll find out how this language came to be from our goals to the many tests we did and how we got to choose our favorite!

🎯 Our Goals

Coming up with a whole new language is a daunting task, especially for us, who had never done such a thing before! To get started, we decided that the language should be:

Incomprehensible gibberish so to give the player freedom of storytelling

Different from the made-up languages of other franchises

Minimalistic without long and exaggerated sentences (“less is more”)

Distinct from English gibberish, while still sounding familiar enough

Realistic enough as if it could exist in real life

Not too goofy but also not too serious with a good balance that would give a cozy effect!

With all of that in mind, we were ready to start coming up with ideas!

🔉 Our Research & Tests

At first we came up with simple ideas such as altering existing words (ex: French Verlan, anagrams, inverting words), using theater improvisation exercises (ex: limiting letters, using only onomatopoeia) or other things like simply using universal languages such as Esperanto and Interlingua. As we progressed, we came up with more and more complex ideas and got to study how actual linguists create their own conlangs (made-up languages) by first choosing a specific palette of sounds and then making all sorts of rules to combine them. So we used these same approaches for some of our ideas and the results were pretty cool! In total we came up with over 20 different approaches and recorded more than 2000 instances of words and expressions. We also got the whole team to give their own opinion on our ideas through a survey. We got a lot of good feedback which helped us decide which approach was our favorite. We could’ve gone on brainstorming and testing things forever…but it was time to make a decision.

🏆 Our Pick

Outside of my work life, one of the things that I enjoy doing to make my partner laugh is to sing any existing song in a made-up gibberish that I improvise to hide the fact that I forgot the lyrics. It always works. So I thought that it’d be nice to incorporate it as one of our approaches. I brainstormed a bunch of made-up words through improv and created a phonetic alphabet with the recurrent material of those words.

Here’s the current phonetic alphabet of our language.

You guessed it—this approach was a team favorite and the one that best met all of the goals we had mentioned before. So we decided to pick it as our language! Later on, we added more rules such as limiting the amount of vowels to 2 per word or put 2 consonants one after the other in order to make the language more identifiable.

And there you have it! It was a real adventure for me personally to jump in all this brainstorming with no linguistics background whatsoever. It was especially really fun to voice-act all the voice overs with my partner and see them come to life in the game. Do you believe this language sounds right for Paralives? We’d love to hear what you think about it. On that note, I hope you enjoyed today’s post and thank you so much for your support!

Buh byyyeee!!! 🎸✨

Andrei

Edit - April 20th, 2023: This post is now public, feel free to share it!

#paralives

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allisonreader · 1 year

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💬

Okay, so a little bit of backstory leading into this. This is part of a piece I wrote for Lost in the Past; which was previously the AU I was calling Tales Of A Frozen Sailor: Jessica's Rescue. I was having trouble writing the main part of the story, so I went to get a different POV of what happened at a different time. I just recently reread it and realized how happy I was with it. It’s a bit long, but hopefully worth it.

🌸🌺🌹

She had to admit to herself that she was feeling old and like she wasn’t going to spring back from this loss well.

If only George were still around for her to lean on.

She found herself wandering over to her dresser vanity mirror. She had it covered with pictures of her family throughout the years. There were pictures of her, Emery and George sitting on the back steps of the house, Emery couldn’t be more than seven in it. A time when he still let others call him Emery instead of Erik, his middle name. She had a picture of Edward and Emery together at Emery's high school graduation. Edward looking so proud of his son.

There were older pictures too. Like the first time she and George got to hold their grandchildren. She had pictures of Edward growing up and baby pictures of him.

She even had a black and white picture of her wedding day to George. And right behind that wedding picture was an old envelope. One that had been given to her on said wedding day.

She had forgotten all about it when Emery had gone missing.

Tears filled her eyes as she took the envelope back to her bed. "Not To Be Opened Until After April 15 2011" It had always struck her as an odd thing that George's family friend had given them such a mysterious; what she assumed, was a letter. But neither she nor George had opened it. After George had passed, Emery decided that he would read it with her when the time had come. Which would have happened after he had gotten back from his trip on the ship.

How odd it was- that it was labeled to be read for the day they learned that Emery had gone missing, presumably by going overboard. She carefully opened the letter to read it. It went…

Dear Margaret,

Thank you for waiting for so long to read this letter. And if you’ve tried peeking, I’m afraid most of this letter won’t make much sense, not until after the read after date anyways.

Once that date has passed, this letter just might solve a mystery about what happened to your grandson.

An odd thing for a letter given to you on your wedding day to mention. As you do not even have a child yet. But you will, a son who will be middle aged if you’ve waited to read this.

Nanna, I am your grandson Emery Erik Piston. By the time you read this, I’ll have been gone for however many years. But let me start from the beginning.

It’s funny to think about how we had been talking about reading this letter together after I went to that wedding, while I’m the one who has written it.

Nanna, at the reception of that wedding, I went out onto the deck for fresh air and fell overboard somehow. The next thing I knew I was in cold water and trying not to breathe. After floundering to the surface, I found myself in a corridor of what I soon found out was the Titanic.

I was able to rescue Jessica Hudson from the room she was locked in.

If I didn’t fall overboard, she would have drowned in that room. Her letter would have been her final words.

I am so grateful that I no longer have it memorized.

Only the "Dear Ruth, I am about to die," remains. If that’s even accurate or not.

There’s so much I want to share with you Nanna, it wouldn’t all fit in a single letter. Not to mention that I would never remember everything that I would want to tell you.

Thankfully, I happened to gain a wonderful adoptive mom in this time and she suggested right at the beginning that I keep journals of everything that I want to tell you. Which I have done over the years so far. I don’t think mom or Alexa would appreciate or believe it.

There’s times yet I don’t quite believe it. And I’ve lived in a time not chronologically my own, longer than I did live chronologically.

My family will keep those journals for you as long as needed.

I hope that once you get those journals that they’ll give you and dad a bit of peace. I have lived a happy, successful and full life. Not as short as you may have thought.

I got married, had kids and have seen granddad fall in love with you. Which has lead to me getting the chance to see the two of you get married. I still get to be part of your life, even if you won’t be aware of it until reading this.

Love you Nanna

Love your Emery Erik

Emery Erik Piston-Winters

She was having trouble processing what the letter said. It didn’t seem real. But how could it be a hoax? She was given the letter in person. Handed directly to her, years before anyone could know what happened to her grandson.

Those journals would tell her the truth. She’d be able to tell if they were real upon reading them.

#lost in the past #a title that just came to me the other day and fits the story perfectly well #I really am quite pleased with how it turned out #not that it really helped me get unstuck from where I was

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years

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I've been a silent fan of Sally Face since it came out but I recently got into the fandom! I find your art so cute. Also, I'm just doing what your pinned post says!

I just want to write a pile of love-letters (no name is given but we all know it's about him based on the description) for Sal, put them all in a box and conveniently leave them out there in the open for him to find. He got himself a secret admirer 💌💕

I'm so bad with my words and actions, anonymous writing is how I can express myself better. ;;;;

- 🫀💌

>Welcome to the fandom!! It's always great to bring a new Sally Simp into the fold (especially ones with a taste for the yan >:3c)

>Imagine the mixed emotions he'd feel when he discovers that box (which he would absolutely get into, because while he claims he respects others privacy, we all know he can't resist the temptation of snooping for long)- guilt (and excitement) about reading such intimate content without permission, denial about the letters being about him (despite them clearly describing him in explicit detail. How many other pigtail-wearing, blue-haired masked men live in Nockfell, anyway…?), the sinking, prickling feeling when he considers this might be an elaborate prank at his expense, and the giddy, floaty feeling when he considers it all might be one big, genuine confession… 💌💬

>And now imagine watching him read every letter, go through that emotional rollercoaster, and then carefully packing up the box to take home with him (from a safe distance). 👀🍿💕

>His insecurities might get the best of him, no matter how romantic (or explicit) the letters are, so be sure to continue to reinforce the sincerity of the 'secret admirer' routine by leaving more clues, notes and gifts! A smart guy like him can only deny your feelings for so long…~ ;3c 🎁💘

[You can find some adorable art by @chimchiri based on this imagine here]

#k.e.w.k. answers #sal fisher #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #tw yandere #tw stalking #tw voyeurism #🫀💌 anon #you have been added to the emoji signoff list c:

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apotatouwu · 3 years

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"Clear weather all around brightens the heart"

**DISCONTINUED**

Kaedehara Kazuha x fem!Reader

Social Media AU (smau); University AU; strangers to lovers, swearing, mentions of alcohol, may be ooc :') (more will be added as this goes on)

An envelope was found at (Y/N)'s doorstep. Seeing as it wasn't signed, the business major reads it to reveal a poetic love letter.

Who is it for? And who wrote it?

Table of Contents

Characters...

[(y/n)'s gfs and bf + albedo]

[3nemo + xiao]

Act I

(i) just got mail and dont know who its from <3

(ii) hey, has anyone seen my letter?

(iii) yo who private quote tweeted??

(iv) ily /p, but you are dense.

(v) we got a new commission! :D

(vi) i mean, its just a movie

(vii) there goes the movie

(viii) Oh, what a movie night. 💬

(ix) idk what's up but ok

(x) ...

Bonus!

(i) one is burnt

#genshin smau #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #potato-smau

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hadal-heart · 1 month

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Kiah & Oz for Yumeship meme?

selfship i would want to go on a double date with :] itd be very silly i thimk!!!

#💬 we just got a letter!!!

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sophiamamamia · 2 years

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“We either risk or together with whole world watch them killed” — families of Azov fighters call for extraction procedure

✅A briefing by relatives of soldiers from the Azov battalion was held in Media Center Ukraine — Ukrinform on May 12.

The families of the fighters called on the whole world to stop putin and save the people, who have been heroically defending Mariupol. Mainly, their address is directed at the President of Turkey Recep Tayyip Erdogan.

Yevheniy Sukharnykov, a father of Azov fighter, said that on rare occasions, when his son gets in touch, he says that he is still alive and the circle around Azovstal Iron and Steelworks is getting narrower.

💬 “My son is also at Azovstal, in hell. They are keeping the defense right now. It is not just a war, it’s a slaughterhouse. We demand extraction for our fighters along with their wounded and fallen brothers. There’s an international practice. The fighters are extracted to a third country, a neutral one. We insist on this decision. We started a petition calling for the extraction procedure. As of now it has 1.5 million signatures. The society supports this decision, what’s left to do is to organize it. We understand that Turkey can be a suitable country (for the procedure). I address president Erdogan as a man and a father. Save our fighters. You have the experience. Send a civilian fleet. We understand all the risks, but this is our only chance. We either risk or together with the whole world watch them killed, ” — Yevheniy Sukharnykov said.

Natalia Zarytska, a wife of Azov regiment fighter, called on everybody, the whole global community, all the countries of the world to save over soldiers: “russia is putting the label of Neo-Nazis on our fighters, and uses it as an excuse to kill our loved ones. There’s no time. If the world has allowed such a monster like putin to rise, it must take the responsibility to eliminate him.”

The woman also addressed Recep Erdogan calling to save our soldiers.

“Everyday, my husband writes in the diary of the war, and sends those (entries) to me. There are hundreds of wounded without hands, legs (staying) in inhuman conditions. They are dying in agony. Mariupol is a wound on the body of the world. It’s a tragedy of the 21st century. We had a wedding at Azovstal in the middle of April. We got married, and instead of fireworks my husband was bombed with cluster shells. Save these people!” — she said.

Natalia Zarytska noted that along with other families they held protest rallies and sent letters asking for help to all the possible embassies and international organizations.

“I received a message from my husband that the Red Cross and the UN were concerned only with the civilians. And my husband asked “are we, soldiers, just waste material? We helped and supported the civilians, saved them, and shared food. Do we really mean nothing?”” — she said.

As reported earlier, the enemies are blocking underground passages from the metallurgical plant of Azovstal in Mariupol, and Ukrainian soldiers are resorting to counterattacks.

#ukraine #mariupol #azovstal #azov battalion #arm ukraine now #save azovstal

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 3 years

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I cannot believe that I have reached 2,000 followers. I am completely blown away by the amount of support from those of you that are just finding me and by those that have been here for the long haul. I barely believed that I would make it to 100 followers and now we are here at 2K and right before this blog's 3rd birthday.

Thank you to those that have recently found me and decided I was worth a follow. Welcome to you as well! I hope that whatever reason it is that has brought you here to my blog continues to keep you here!

So to celebrate, I've got a few things for us to do! This post is gonna be a long one so let's get into it!

This week, From July 24th to July 31st there will be a sleepover and a writing challenge for me to do.

From July 24th to December 31st there will be a challenge for you to do!

This is a way for everyone to participate in a way that they feel comfortable. Challenge me, or challenge yourself while sending in some fun asks!

You don't have to be following me to participate, but it would be awesome if you did!

It's not mandatory, but I would appreciate it it you reblogged this for a bit of a signal boost so that others can see it. Not to mention it would give me more people to follow and vice versa!

Sleepover

💝- Tell me a little bit about yourself and I'll ship you with someone (You choose the fandom!)

💌 - Letter from a character (tell me what you'd like it to be about!)

🗡- cym

😘- blog compliments

😈- FMK

🖊- Pic a fic I've written and I'll tell you my favorite part about it.

💣- Random 3 sentences from a WIP

💬- Interview with the Characters (You pick the fic, you pick the question for the characters and they'll answer your questions!)

🎶- I'll make a playlist with your name from my library of music on spotify

✨- Moodboards of your choosing

Challenge Me

Here's your chance to challenge me! From July 24th to July 31 you pick the prompt and I'll write a drabble on the prompt. The goal is to keep this under 800 words. Any prompts that come to your mind can be used. Pick the prompt and the character and we'll see what I come up with.

-Please note I mostly write for TVDU and MCU. I haven't explored outside of that so please keep that in mind.

-Please send in an ask with 'Challenge Me' followed by your prompt and character.

All entries for this one will close on July 31 at 11:59 PM PST.

I will get these done as quickly as I can. Patience is greatly appreciated!

Challenge You

Here's how you can challenge yourself! Below are several prompts that you can select from! You are allowed up to 2 selections for your challenge. Once 3 people have selected the same prompt, I will strike it out.

-Angst is always encouraged, but fluff and smut are welcomed as long as you tag things correctly. No underage character smut please. Minors please do not submit smut, Thanks!

-Reader inserts, ships, and OCs are always welcomed. Show me those OCs and let me love them!

-There is no minimum but there is a maximum of 3k. Anything over 500 words must have a read more option.

-Be sure to send and Ask to claim your prompt!

-Be sure to tag the fic with #xxwritemeastoryxx2kchallenge and to tag me in it so I don't miss it!

All Entries must be posted by Dec 31 at 11:59 PM PST

⚜Dialogue Prompts

1. "For the record, kicking him in the face had been a complete accident."

2. "Do you even still love me?"

3. "Are you hurt?" "No." "Then why are there bruises all over your face?"

4. "Please don't lie to me again, I can't take it." @lokis-favorite-follower

5. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't walk out that door."

6. "I've moved on."

7. "How long have you been standing there?"

8. "You're the last person I want to see right now."

9. "Congratulations. You finally turned me into the monster you always wanted."

10. "I can't do this anymore. Not like this. Not with you."

11. "I love you. I need you to know that."

12. "You are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me."

13. "Quite the Casanova, aren't you?"

14. "I've never really been good at flirting." "Oh, is that what you're doing? Flirting with me?"

15. "I love you. You're an idiot, and I love you."

16. "You're my best friend. I'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you."

17. "I'll always care about you."

18. "Please stay."

19. "Oh, Sorry, did the noise wake you?"

20. "How am I supposed to focus when you're looking at me like that?"

21. "They're not you."

🕷Song Prompts

22. Beautiful Mistake by Maroon 5

23. Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi @mrs-maximoff-kenner

24. Talking to the Moon by Burno Mars

25. Lover by Taylor Swift

26. Heartless by Madison Beer

27. Bad guy by Billie Eilish

28. Say You won't Let Go by James Arthur

29. Homesick by Kane Brown

30. Skin by Sabrina Carpenter @lokis-favorite-follower

🏹Tropes

31. Fake dating

32. Fake Engagement

33. Enemies to Lovers

34. Lovers to Enemies

35. There is only one bed

36. Reincarnation/old souls

37. Soulmates

38. Roommates

39. Accidental Marriage

40. Stuck in a place together

I am looking forward to seeing what you guys come up with. Thank you for celebrating with me on this huge milestone! I appreciate each and every one of you guys that decided that I was worth following.

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