#I know I said I would do your character but.. I've been so tired/lazy lately that I haven't been able to do anything drawing...

[mel-loly]

-Happy Birthday, Nys!!🧡✨

@nysnextd00r

[yuyusshinelight]

Good Morning feat s.mg

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♪ This post is just pure fiction. This does NOT represent Mingi in any way.

♪ English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake.

Vocabulary just in case someone doesn't know:

Jagi — sweetheart, darling, etc...

Note: Hi my shining stars! I was with my nephews recently and, since I love kids and Mingi has been making eyes at me lately, here I come with Mingi and his twins. I have to say that Tumblr has screwed this fic several times so, if there is something that is not understood or any mistake, I apologize. I've checked it but I could always have missed something so of you find anything, let me know. Despite that, I hope you like it and enjoy your reading. Love you all!

Oh... A free Saturday, something Mingi hadn't seen in a long, long time.

After returning from his last trip, he had been so busy going back and forth between the dance studio, the photos, the recording set... Maybe they had just returned home after several days, a tortuous week as his children said yesterday, but work had not given them a moment for themselves.

That's why the poor man fell exhausted as soon as his tired body slipped between the soft and cozy layers of his bed with you and your children. No more empty hotel beds where he found himself alone.

In all those years together, Mingi had developed the habit of reaching to the side so he could touch you, wrapping his arms around you and dragging your sleeping body to his chest to trap you in a lazy hug and continue sleeping a bit more if time permitted it. And after your children were born, the search for your sleeping body next to his became waking up between little arms and legs tangled on top of him. Something he hadn't been able to appreciate in a whole week for his misfortune and dislike.

Every time he stretched out his arms to look for one of the three of you, he found the coldness of an empty huge and no longer comfortable hotel bed.

Just like right now.

As soon as he woke up, he stretched out on the comfy expanse of his bed, which, strangely, now felt cold; and not only that, empty. Not noticing any of his children on top or his wife next to him, Mingi opened his eyes, doing a brief review of the silent and lonely room in search of that woman and those children that he swore he had fallen asleep with last night.

Why wasn't his family sleeping peacefully next to him?

After checking how early in the morning it was and stretching one last time between the sheets, the man emerged from the comforting warmth of those silky and soft fabrics, putting on some clothes to avoid the morning cold before going to the bathroom. It didn't take long for him to go out to the living room, listening more and more loudly the heartwarming melody of 'In the Night Garden', a program his twins liked with dolls that gave him quite a bad vibe but with catchy music that, once he heard it, he couldn't get it out of his head. More than once he had started humming the songs in the studio, even singing some of them absentmindedly.

The ones that bothered him the most? Those rare triplets with balls in their heads, not as rare as Makka Pakka, but pretty rare in their own. The other character was at least funny, and his song was catchy. Every time he saw Makka Pakka he remembered Hongjoong, he was very amused by his song the first time he heard Mingi singing it only to end up a few years later singing it himself all day because his son became obsessed with it.

Without wanting to disturb the peace of his twins, comfortably nestled between the big cushions of the couch, singing half asleep while they gave harmless kicks to each other, Mingi leaned down to give each of them a kiss on the head before leaving for the kitchen where it was more than likely that you would be preparing them a feeding bottle.

And there you were. With your back to the door with one bottle already ready and the other half finished. A golden opportunity for Mingi who, with a silent step, approached you to hug you from behind and steal a kiss on your cheek before hiding his face in your neck, bringing out of you a sweet smile and a soft "Good morning, jagi" You gave him a kiss on the forehead after closing the milk powder jar "It's not good when you weren't next to me when I woke up".

Even though he was adding a comedic touch, you knew Mingi was being serious. He had already told you before how sad it made him to wake up alone, even more so after spending several days away from home.

But what else could you do when those hungry mini versions of him had even pinched you to wake you up so you could make them breakfast? They hadn't even given you time to react when they had already jumped out of bed to run to the living room to put on their program.

You were a responsible mother, you weren't going to leave those two mini whirlwinds alone in the living room just because you wanted to sleep a little more. And, although you could have woken up their father so that he could feed them while you rested a bit more, Mingi was so peacefully asleep that you were sorry to wake him.

The moment you noticed his pouty lips when he lifted his head from your neck you gave him another kiss, but this one on the lips, earning a pleasant hum from him "Sorry jagi" You would have continued preparing the bottle if it weren't for your husband's sudden need to get frisky "For leaving me all alone? Give me a good reason not to tickle you right now".

Just thinking about it made you shake with laughter, Mingi knew perfectly well that this was one of your weak points, almost everything tickled you and he had taken great advantage of it several times before.

"Come on, jagi" You tried to persuade him but his hand on your waist, rising dangerously towards that point where even the touch tickled you, made you change tactics "You were so peacefully sleeping that I didn't have the heart to wake you up" his nose suddenly tickling your neck made you bristle and giggle, making him chuckle in your neck which triggered a series of shivers down your spine "Furthermore," you tried to continue despite laughing at the slightest "your children started running and you know that leaving them alone for more than a minute isn't a good idea".

Mingi knew perfectly well that you were only looking out for his well-being, last night you already looked slightly worried about how tired he had come home; he couldn't love you more.

"Thank you, love" He took the bottle you were preparing from your hands "But you're also tired, I could have helped you make them breakfast" without taking his eyes off you for a second, he closed the bottle and began to shake it to mix the powdered milk with the normal milk "Well, you can always keep an eye on them while I take a shower".

"And that's what I had planned, babe" One, two, three pecks he gave you on the lips, slapping your ass with enough force to make you take a little jump "Go and take your shower, daddy takes care of everything" he took both bottles and finally separated from your body "Good luck handling those little whirlwinds, daddy" you winked at him, an action that made the man unable to resist the temptation of stealing another quick kiss from you before you both left the kitchen, Mingi going with your kids as you went to the bathroom, laughing when you heard that cute "Whose bottles are these?" on Mingi's part, the picture of your children asking for their breakfasts with their little hands made you turn around for a moment to see that, indeed, they were doing exactly that.

In the end, it was how they asked you every morning.

Well, as long as they were in their father's hands you could shower in peace. And that's what you did, take a refreshing and much-needed shower from which you came out faster than you expected. The need to see your babies in their father's arms you thought, laughing at that same though.

With such a beautiful scene you came across when you appeared in the living room again: your children comfortably placed in their father's lap while Mingi gave them their bottles, their gaze fixed on the television as they grabbed their father's hands with both their tiny hands.

It was certainly a scene you could never get tired of.

[justali-anne]

Kind of obsessing over the Skelebros being soft right now. Just them being loving and caring towards each other.

Them watching a movie late at night. Papyrus having the biggest reactions, like laughing when something funny pops up, getting excited during an action scene, bawling during sad moments etc. while Sans just leans against him and enjoys the ride.

After reading a bedtime story to Papyrus and Papyrus eventually falls asleep, Sans, being too lazy and tired to go to his own room, just flops down on Papyrus' bed and falls asleep right then and there. Papyrus doesn't mind, it's a regular occurrence.

Them giving each other physical affection from time to time. Giving each other head pats, leaning against each other, side hugs, noogies, tickle fights, playing around... And let's not forget about cuddles!

Them being so supportive of each other, it's adorable. They show it in their unique ways, but everyone around them knows they care.

You know that thing that happens when you see someone you really care about and you can't help but feel your mood lift when you're around them? Yeah, that happens with the Skelebros.

Papyrus is always up first in the morning for obvious reasons, but sometimes, when he wakes Sans up, he does it gently, especially if Sans is in a particularly comfortable position, all snuggled up under the blanket. Other times, I think Papyrus would be a little bit rougher, like yelling or shaking him awake, or on days where he feels particularly mischievous, straight up cannonballing on the foot of his bed (making sure he avoids Sans entirely, he doesn't want to hurt him).

Sans gets rather cuddly when he's particularly sleepy, and usually Papyrus is nearby when that happens, so he just goes up to him and clings to his leg. However, Papyrus would usually be busy when that happens, so it's quite annoying for him. Sans is very lucky he's so cute.

I can just imagine them clinging onto each other like Scooby and Shaggy do when they're scared. It just sounds hilarious to me. Complete with bone rattling!

That said, let them rattle! Papyrus canonically rattles during his battle, so why not let them rattle more? I can just imagine that if someone ended up making an Undertale cartoon or something, there would be occasional bone rattling sound effects for when the brothers are particularly animated. So cute!

Aww, but imagine the two in a playful mood, though! Imagine Sans getting mischievous and pranking Papyrus constantly until Papyrus gets fed up and gets revenge on him. Imagine Papyrus trying to work on something, and then Sans comes to annoy him like brothers do, like poking him and tickling his spine or something, until Papyrus snaps and the two start play fighting and wrestling and having a tickle fight. Just good old harmless fun.

What if they frequently have stupid debates and really out there conversations? They're both lovable weirdos, after all, and they're both nerdy to some extent. I'm sure they would have very interesting conversations when they're alone that are beyond just banter. As cute as banter is, I'm sure that's not all they do.

I love siblings that are as different as night and day and bicker all the time but as soon as something comes up and they need to work together... I dunno, it's like someone flicked a switch or something, because all of a sudden, they're working together perfectly??? Like, I think that could be Sans and Papyrus when they share a similar goal or even the same goal. Just one minute, they're arguing over whether crosswords or junior jumbles are harder, and the next minute, boom! They're practically on the same wavelength!

This is a slightly different category of headcanon, but can you imagine them lighting up whenever you teach them something? Like I said, they're both nerds to some extent, so I wouldn't put it past them if they secretly like learning. I dunno, maybe I'm just into adorably dorky characters. Platonically, of course.

So, yeah, that's it, I've just been obsessing over soft and happy Skelebros.

[bell4lan]

Comfort

Genre: Fluff, angst, comfort

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers

CW: Gender dysphoria, dysphoric thoughts, insecurity

Character(s): Albedo, Trans Male Reader

Albedo was currently packing a bag, filling it with clothes and other necessities he would need. He was doing this because you hadn't come to Dragonspine for a week, and Albedo was very worried. You usually visited daily, so your absence was noticed immediately. Albedo only waited so long because he had remembered you saying you'd be busy this week, but you hadn't even sent him a letter. His mind was filled with negative scenarios in which you were hurt, but quickly brushed them off as he head out to the city.

The reason he packed a bag was because he was going to stay with you. No matter what reason you had, he wasn't going to leave your side. Albedo wasn't really one to express such cheesy emotions in public, so no one really knew just how much he felt for you. No one knew how clingy he was, how he always felt the need to protect you, to be by your side. Albedo was deeply in love with you, so your distance from him was making him feel uneasy.

Eventually, he made it to your door and knocked on the wood. After a few minutes, nothing happened, so he knocked again. After standing there for a bit, he was doubting you were home, that is until you opened the door. You looked incredibly tired and your eyes were red. Had you been crying?

"Albedo?" You asked in a sort of tired yet surprised tone. You saw the bag and wondered if he had business in the city.

"I apologize for showing up without warning, but i've been worried about you." He spoke softly, caressing your cheek. You looked at him, feeling guilty about not telling him why you haven't been going.

You grabbed the hand on your cheek and held it. "Please, come in. I'll explain everything." You mumbled, he nodded and walked in, following you to your bedroom. You both sat down on your messy bed, still hand in hand.

You sat in silence for a moment, Albedo moving his thumb comfortingly on the back of your hand. You took a deep breath to calm yourself before you spoke. "I haven't been going to Dragonspine because...I simply don't have the energy to. I've been feeling really bad lately, mentally. It's kind of made me lazy and tired. I'm sorry for worrying you." You explained as tears filled your eyes. Albedo was quick to wipe them away.

"Oh love, i'm so sorry you've been feeling this way. Did something happen?" He asked in a gentle tone.

"I've...been feeling really dysphoric lately. I hate how I wasn't born male, I don't feel like a true man. I just feel like a fake...I don't even understand why you're with me. Wouldn't you want a real man?" You started to sob harder as you spoke, tears flowing down your face quickly.

"(Name), you are a real man. No matter what your dysphoria tells you, you are. You have decided that you are a man, so you are one. End of story. I know I don't know how you feel, but I truly do believe you are a man. You always have been, and you always will be. You're my man, my boyfriend, nothing will change that." Albedo tried his best to be comforting and truthful. He wasn't sure of what to say, he had never really had to deal with this before, but he hoped he helped a little. Everything he said was the truth, and he hoped you'd believe him.

"Are you sure?" You asked between soft sobs.

"Of course I'm sure." He whispered as he wiped your cheeks. You continued crying, though it was a lot softer, and Albedo stayed with you the whole time. He felt guilty, like he should be able to do something to take this feeling away. All he wanted was to take your pain away and make you happy again.

Once you stopped crying, Albedo gave you small kisses on your hands and face, making you laugh softly. "Thank you Albedo...I really appreciate you being here for me, and I'm sorry I worried you." You said, giving his hand a squeeze.

"There's no need to apologize, I understand you weren't feeling well enough." He said and kissed your cheek. He let you rest your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back slowly, both of you enjoying the comfortable silence.

"If you'd like, I could try to come up with ways to make you more comfortable with your body." Albedo said. You looked up at him, eyes slightly widened.

"Really? I don't want to cause trouble."

"It wouldn't be any trouble at all, it just might take a while if that's okay with you." He reassured.

"Of course that's okay. Thank you so much Albedo!" You gave him a tight hug before kissing him gently. You were so happy to have someone like him by your side, how'd you get so lucky?

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Sorry this isn't any of my requests, but I haven't been feeling well for a couple weeks so I made this for...myself. I was going to include more characters, but I got lazy.

I hope you guys can maybe find comfort in this too. ^^

[akehoshimystar]

Haruhi SSR

Going to school with a game

Part 1

Ito: (He may look lazy… but he moves like someone who knows how to clean efficiently.)

He swept along the grain of the board, from narrow areas to wide areas. I saw his mop being swung sideways, moving back little by little.

Ito: (I find it pretty strange that Ichikawa-kun knows so much about cleaning. Maybe he watches Tsukimoto-san clean all the time and learns a few things from him.) Haruhi: Ah. I’m done here. Ito: Thank you. Let's get the mop going. Haruhi: Sure, sure. I’ll do the same place as yours.

After the event, it was decided that I would share the cleaning duty with Ichikawa-kum, and we're about halfway done now.

Haruhi: Ah, if I pull the gacha now, I might get the FES limited one. Ito: Eh….?

Ichikawa-kun suddenly muttered unexpected words that left me speechless.

Haruhi: I'm too tired to think about anything. Seems like my desire sensor won't respond at the moment. Ito: …….I see?

The more you want it, the harder it is to get the card you want. I recall hearing that such a superstition is a common understanding among those who like game apps.

Ito: I've heard that being free from greed is the best behaviour. Haruhi: I know right. If you ask someone who isn't interested in this sort of stuff to pull a gacha for you, it should come out easily. Could you do me a favor, Yashiro? Ito: I don’t think so… Whether I’m the right person for the job or not… I’m not sure I could be entrusted with such an important role. Haruhi: I pretty much saw that coming.

Ichikawa-kun's smile seemed more casual than usual. Maybe it was because of this classroom.

Mao: Good work. Is everything okay with the cleaning?

A voice suddenly called out to us. I quickly looked up and my eyes met with Mao-san walking towards us.

Ito: Good work. All that's left is mopping, so there’s no problem. By the way, Ukyo-san. Mao: Huh? Haruhi: I'm a little tired, can I take a break and pull a gacha? It's about time for an update and I'm so tired that my desire sensor doesn't seem to work. Mao: ….Just a little bit is fine, I guess. Haruhi: Yay.

Ichikawa-kun said as he picked up his smartphone and started up the game app. Majestic music began to play.

Ito: (He's so disciplined about not touching his smartphone until he gets permission.)

Mao: Ah, this song. I've been hearing it a lot in ads lately.

After hearing that remark, Ichikawa-kun tilted his phone for both of us to see it.

Mao: Are you aiming for this character? Haruhi: Yeah. FES limited is always cool. Not that I truly believe in my not-wanting theory, but it's kind of like a good luck charm. Mao: Well, you won’t know unless you try, maybe it's okay to give it a go.

Ichikawa-kun pondered for a bit, then muttered, “Okay." I also straightened myself up to witness his battle against his own desire sensor.

Part 2

Haruhi: Let’s do one ten pulls for now.

After Ichikawa-kum tapped the button, some up-tempo music started to play, and a video of a fairy-like character and a boy flying together in the sky started.

Haruhi: Wow… The guaranteed one. Mao: Is it going to be an SSR? Haruhi: That's right. If you get a fairy, it's guaranteed to be the highest rarity. Ito: (Confirmed to be highest rarity… I guess it's like a preview that a good card will appear.)

As I was inputting the unfamiliar terms… The fairy and the boy joined hands, creating a vortex, from which 10 cards were released.

Haruhi: …Seriously? FES limited… Two of them. That desire sensor theory does apply after all.

Ichikawa-kun spoke with a slightly higher level of excitement than usual. Watching him is enough to tell how much he wanted that card.

Ito: Congratulations. Haruhi: Yeah. Mao: Your theory of being too tired to want anything seems to hold water now. Haruhi: Well… I wonder. I’m not sure anymore if I was actually “not greedy”. Oh… Maybe this is a reward…? Not only was I constantly on the move all day preparing for the café and serving customers, but I also cleaned up diligently, my good deeds must have been piling up.

Ito: (A reward… It must have been a pretty big job for Ichikawa-kun. Though he still has half of his work left.)

Nevertheless, I didt want to spoil Ichikawa-kun's fun. Thinking about handling the rest of the cleaning by myself, I quietly take a step back so as not to be noticed.

Mao: If you're going for the reward theory, surely you can just draw again after you've finished all the cleaning, right?

Then I stopped in my tracks after hearing Mao-san’s words.

Mao: This could work as an incentive, don’t you think so? You've already got two, why not make them even stronger? Haruhi: Ukyo-san. You think I will get this done quickly after hearing that from you, huh? Mao: Well, I won't deny that. Haruhi: I said a lot of things, but I know it's just pure luck at the end of the day. Mao: If something that doesn't usually appears suddenly shows up at this timing, I think there must be some meaning to it. Haruhi: …I could laugh at how good you are at getting people to play along your game, but that’s fine. I don’t mind. The break is about to end anyway. If I don’t do something, deputy probably gonna end up thinking about cleaning up all by herself. Ito: (Busted.…. Sorry.) Haruhi: I'll wrap this up and do another 10 pulls.

Ichikawa-kun said that and finished cleaning up even more efficiently than before.

Part 3

Haruhi: Ahh… It's finally over.

Ichikawa-kun sighed in the corner of the brightly sparkling room.

Ito: Good work. Haruhi: That’s 100 years worth of cleaning. Ito: (When he puts it like that, it really feels that way.)

Haruhi: Alright.

Ichikawa-kun started up the app game again, and opened the gacha screen. We naturally ended up peering at the screen as well. Ichikawa-kun’s finger tapped the 10-pull button, and we held our breath as we watched the gacha's progress….. A different image and music started to play.

Ito: (Which means…) Haruhi: After all, things don’t always go as smoothly as expected all the time. Ito: (Right.)

His reaction told me that there wasn’t a sign that he got the highest rarity.

Mao: Wait. Ichikawa-kun, look. Haruhi: Eh… No way, it was upgraded? Ito: (Upgraded…?)

On the screen, a winged man descended from the sky, and the scene of him bestowing golden equipment on the boy began.

Ito: (I guess it's like a divine being has given him a special reward…and he ended up receiving a better card than originally intended.)

In the end, thanks to that upgrade, Ichikawa-kun was able to get his limited card again.

Haruhi: …I really got one again. The card has gotten this strong after only 20 tries… Have I used up all my luck? I'm actually scared of what's going to happen after this. Ito: .….This is your reward for working hard today. I guess your luck won't run out anytime soon. Mao: Yeah. You’ve done 100 years' worth of cleaning after all. Haruhi: That's true.

Ichikawa-kun's smile was even more carefree than before.

Ito: (It really feels like it's time to go home after school.)

In a classroom that has just been cleaned, two people, dressed in uniforms, have fun playing games. This situation created a very peaceful imagination.

Mao: Then, how about you try again? There's only one more card left until you reach the maximum stats, right? Haruhi: That's too greedy. The reward for my virtue is probably all gone now. Next time I'll just add more gems and keep spinning until I got one normally. Mao: There you go, using an adult power. Haruhi: I mean…. I don't have an energy to clean anymore.

Even the conversations that would never have taken place during their actual school days slowly blended into my imagination of after-school hours.

[tsunderesalty]

20 Questions for Writers

Thank you for the tag, @mrsmungus and @oceangirl24! Sorry I'm late on this!

❣️How many works do you have on AO3?

109, as of today! A whole lot of very varied fics with multiple genres, tropes, and fandoms and ships! I've been working on a lot of OC stuff as of late, and that's become a decent chunk of my fics. Well, if you consider 1/20th a decent chunk XD

❣️What is your total AO3 word count?

I swear I did not plan on this happening, I didn't stall for time just to reach this number, but my exact word count is 420,000!

❣️What fandoms do you write for?

Ah, fuck, there's a lot! Off the top of my head (because I'm too lazy to check Ao3), I'm trying to do more DC, Jujutsu Kaisen, One Piece, Demon Slayer, Chainsaw Man, Attack on Titan, Marvel, and OC stuff!

❣️What are your top five fics by kudos?

Skull Signs - 553 kudos

Just Accept It - 525 kudos

Penguin Promise - 413 kudos

What Hurt Brings - 378 kudos

Putting Down The Book - 353 kudos

❣️Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best to respond to comments, but sometimes I let them slip and fall under an avalanche that I'm too tired to dig myself out of.

❣️What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Last Words, cuz it straight up is just bad ending through and through. Even the happy moment is sad.

❣️What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A Wooden Castellan, maybe? Just some good ole birthday fluff!

❣️Do you get hate on your fic?

Hate on my fics? No. Hate because of my fics? Yes. We all met Evil Anon way too many times.

❣️Do you write smut?

Eh, a bit. It's not really my forte, and tbh there are times where I feel pretty left out because I see so many people writing smut and having fun with it and I'm just like "...I can't do that. I don't really write smut."

Gah, sorry for whining

❣️Do you write crossovers?

I think I have two crossovers?

A Detroit: Become Human x Wenclair fic I did by myself and a Ace Attorney x SCP that I'm writing with my best friend, @axolotlsupremacyowo!

❣️Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, and I honestly don't see why anyone would want to.

❣️Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but @mrsmungus did do a podfic for me, which I absolutely love! (She also sends me voice messages where she sings really nice songs amazingly, even if she doesn't think so!)

❣️Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes!

As I mentioned above, I co-wrote a fic with @axolotlsupremacyowo, but that's one of three! We did a thing last week where we started fics by ourselves, then swapped them with the other person to finish them! It was so much fun and I can't wait to do it again!

❣️What's your all-time favorite ship?

To be perfectly honest....I have zero clue. I have a lot of ships that I love, and I would struggle to pick out a favorite!

❣️What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ah, I wanted to finish an old MHA fic from...January of last year, I think, but I doubt I'll ever return to it at this rate. It's just not on my to-do list.

❣️What are your writing strengths?

Oh great, here we go! Ugh. Well, I'd say dialogue and characterization is something I'm pretty great at.

❣️What are your writing weaknesses?

Low confidence, honestly. I don't write well because I don't think I will write well. It's a problem.

❣️Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I do my best to avoid it, because I really don't know any words in any other language! If I find myself needing to do it: I write it like this.

"Random phrase!" [Character] said in [Language].

❣️First fandom you wrote for?

My Hero Academia.

❣️Favorite fic you've ever written?

Not choosing. You can't make me.

[nyx22-blogs]

Surprise

Beep. Beep. Beep. You sighed. The stupid printer in your office was acting up again. It was 8:27 in the night and all you wanted was to go home to your super soldier boyfriend.

But here you were..stuck in here for an extra $50. It's not like you needed the money, but Bucky's birthday was in a week and you didn't even know what to get him. All you knew what that the extra $50 would come in handy.

You decided to walk over to see what the hell was wrong with the printer this time. In bold red letters the screen on the printer read 'ink cartridge is empty please refill'. "Jesus Christ- you know what it's late I'm tired, I'm hungry and cuddle deprived. I'm going home.

You got your bag, y/f/c sweater and started your walk home. Your office was only 8 minutes away from your shared home with Bucky so the walk wasn't bad. 13 minutes later (yes 5 extra minutes bc your lazy af) you were at the front door.

You pulled out your keys and and unlocked the door. You were just about to call for Bucky when you heard him talking to someone.

"Aw my sweet doll, I love cuddling with you."

You stood there the front door speechless, your boyfriend was right there in the living room cheating on you. You walked into the living room ready to curse him out when you saw the most unexpected thing ever.

A cat. This motherfucker 260 pound man was cuddling a cat.

"Babe-?" You said, unsure of what the hell was happening.

"Yeah- oh oh god, y/n look I know how you feel about pets and all but if you just listen for second-"

"What's her name?"

"Huh-?"

"What's her name?"

"Alpine.."

"Are we keeping her?"

"Wait- we can keep her? I thought you didn't want pets."

"Bucky, baby I never said I didn't want pets." You giggled

You loved animals with all your heart, you were just a bit busy with work for a while. You've always wanted a pet, and you've had a special place in your heart for cats since you were 7.

You sat down on the couch with Bucky and stroked Alpine for a bit, her fur was white and soft. She purred in Bucky's arms and to yours and Bucky's surprise she climbed onto your lap and cuddled you.

"Aww, baby why didn't you tell me about Alpine sooner?"

"I don't know doll..I guess I was scared you guys wouldn't like each other. I mean it'd be pretty awkward if my two girls didn't like one another?"

"I guess you're right. But I do have one question."

"Yeah?"

"Can we cuddle now..please I've been waiting since work." You whined

Bucky chuckled. "Of course doll, c'mere.

He spread his legs for you and Alpine to lay in between and you happily laid on top of him, cuddling him and your new cat together.

You guys fell asleep later with with Bucky's arms around you and Alpine.

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**Authors note**

Ok uhm hi! I'm not sure if this was good or not, I've been feeling kind of sick and I need bucky comfort so I thought why not write some. Anyways if you guys liked it well you can definitely request anything else. I have some characters I write for and if you want I'll name them and the fandoms I write for. If you liked stuff like this please let me know, message me or anything I'll definitely answer as soon as possible.

[whereonceiwasfire]

Alright, I've been musing on The Writing Thing™ and at the request of literally nobody, I'm going to just ramble something I've been thinking about here. Disclaimer: I have one brain cell (and he's a-tired), and I'm pretty much of the mind that like, do what you want. If words are on the page, congrats, you've succeed at writing. That said, here goes, welcome to The Innerworkings of My Brain, and proceed at your own risk.

So, I kind of just think a lot of writing advice ends up boiling down to the fact that writers can get in our own way by trying too hard to convey something very specific to readers. While, of course, part of the point of writing is to paint a specific word picture, I also think there's something to be said for letting that go a little bit. Making your peace with the fact that, most of the time, readers probably aren't going to imagine/picture/experience exactly what you want them to when they're reading. I am 95% sure that every setting, character, or description I have ever read was not intended to look the way they do in my head. Part of that is because I have the attention span of an overcaffeinated hamster and will just picture something immeadiately upon its introduction in the text (and continue to picture that throughout, actual desciptions be damned). But part of that is also because there's ambuiguity in language. And that's okay. Freeing even. Dare I say, kind of magic? The idea that we could all enjoy the same story, go on the same journey, love the same characters, but that, for each person who reads, a new, subtle variation of this experience now exists? It's little universes. And why would you want to stifle that?

How does this apply to writing advice, you ask? So glad you brought that up, since I was getting distacted.

Basically, I feel like so many of those pedantic things that get critqued with writing "shoulds" are naturally addressed when we get more comfortable with ambiguity. For example, take clunky, awkward, or over description. These things tend to be a result of just trying too hard to create a very specific picture in readers' heads. You want them to know exactly what the layout of this room is, precisely what the character looks like, specifically what this random gesture they're making is, definitively what move/attack they just used on their enemy, etc. More often than not (though, again, it's not a one-size-fits-all thing, do what you do, and if it works, it works), I think these awkward/over descriptions tend to be hard to follow and slow the pacing down because we're taking such time to focus on something that probably isn't that necessary to make the story go. And isn't it kind of awesome actually that we can be satisfied with giving vague structure to some of these things, and letting readers fill in the blanks, instead of feeling like the fabric of this reality we're creating will break down if we don't describe things 100% perfectly? If we can't convery exactly what this random, shadowy, wirthing portal into the nether dimension looks like? I don't know, maybe I just think so because I'm lazy.

But truly, I think some of the most powerful descriptions are ones that don't even tell you what exactly you're looking at, it tells you what that Thing makes character Feel. "Her lips were red as cheap merlot and I ached to drink to the dregs", "He looked like too many late nights and a hundred bad decisions", blah blah blah, *insert less tropey and cliche example here.* Regardless, what I'm getting at is that a dozen different readers will probably picture a dozen different shades of red lipstick in that first example, no matter how many sentences you devote to describing it, but that's not really the point, is it? The point is that Character wants to kiss the crap out of them.

Likewise, I think this is part of the reason fight scenes can be such a struggle. You want to show exactly what's going on, how Character A is dodging Character B's attacks, each parry and thrust of the sword, etc., etc. However, a real fight is fast, and adrenaline-fuelled, and disorienting, and ask anyone involved to recount what happened afterward, and they probably won't do a great job of it. You lose so much of that urgency, that confusion, that chaos, when you focus on trying to get readers to imagine exactly the perfectly choreographed fight scene you have plotted out, beat for beat, step for step. Which, like, fair. You put a lot of effort into making that scene exciting and dynamic. But I think a lot of the time that's not the pont of the scene, the point is "omg, they're in a fight!" Giving up some of that control and being free to make a fight scene a bit choatic and overwhelming, focuing on the sensations and the ways this fight impacts Character and Story, is often going to make the read so much stronger. Leave some of those fussy details to the individual readers to interpretat since chances are good they were going to do that anyway.

Also, as another example, the whole, oft repeated "show don't tell" advice relies hugely on being okay with readers perceiving subtle things differently. Sure, maybe you want readers to get that your character is sad, and while you can come out and tell them Character A is sad, showing Character A being subdued and quiet instead, forcing a tight smile when addressed, swallowing hard, dismissing themselves from others as quickly as possible, etc., gives you so much more to work with and brings the reader in on the experience. But that means being okay with the fact that maybe some people aren't going to track this as "sad." Maybe they're going to think Character A is upset with the characters they're not talking to, maybe they're going to think Character A is angry instead, maybe they're going to read grief where you meant remorse. And maybe that's okay, because maybe there's a little bit of all of that going on underneath the surface, or maybe it'll become clear later as more of the story happens, or maybe it's just really not that important that the reader gets that the character is "sad" maybe they just need to know that the character is feeling something.

And, in the end, no matter how hard you try to make something you've written exact and specific and yours (the themes, the story, the characters, the setting, the world, the magic, whatever), the second you put that into someone else's hands, it's theirs now too. It comes alive, it changes, it grows, it breathes, and I think, just, let it. Working within that ambiguity, letting the story be something that can exist outside the confines of the words you've written it with, that's powerful, and when we use that to inform our writing, I think it's just naturally stronger.

So...yeah! I guess we're here now, the end of the ramble. Not really sure what to do with that, so, I'll just like, see you all next time?

Signed, Your Friendly Neighbourhood Fanfic Writer

[heresathreebee]

Brackish and Briny Waters (five)

[Ralph Lamont x Female Reader]

Summary: Ralph apologizes and you've got baby brains, but sometimes life does nothing but kick you down. Previous Masterlist Next

Tag(s): 16+ | 1.7k words | more angst, baby fever, alcoholism, ghostly vibes

AN: GODDAMN Part 5 took me a lifetime to finish. As always no beta readers just poorly side eyeing this by myself and hoping it makes sense

THE NEXT MORNING

You barely stir when you hear the door open. You've all but forgotten last night, and yet you flinch when Ralphie tries to cuddle with you. He sighs somewhere near your ear and hugs you from behind anyways, lips brushing the nape of your neck and breath fanning over your back as he simply lies there, quiet as the grave. 

There's no bruise but you can still feel his hand gripping your arm from last night. "You're being a huge dick…" 

"... I know." 

That is not good enough. You roll over to face him and watch his face twist when he notices the tract marks of dry tears on your face. He swallows and almost unconsciously takes your hand, smoothing his thumb over the back of your palm in a way that was meant to comfort him rather than you. 

"I'm sorry." He opens his mouth again but he flounders for words. After a deep breath he continues. "We can't call Reagan. Because he won't do anything for us…" 

You wait impatiently for him to explain. 

"Sweetheart, if we called Reagan last night, he would have fucking laughed at us. It is step one down that slippery slope to the couple who cried wolf." He put a hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eye, "do you really think he would have done something?" 

You think about it. If Ralph hadn't stopped you from calling him, what would you have said to Reagan? 

I smelled exhaust fumes. Not an emergency, he would say. 

I think he found us. What do you want me to do about it, too late now, he would ask.  

We're in danger. I'll send a squad upstate, they should be there in 4 hours, he would joke. 

"It was real," you insist. "I smelled fumes." 

"I know. I believe you." 

You squint at him threateningly and he doesn't give an inch. He doesn't seem like he's mocking you. 

Ralph could be an asshole, but Reagan was infinitely worse. At least one of them gave a shit about your safety. The realization Ralph was right scared you more than anything. You were alone in this… 

Well, alone together. 

You sigh and bury your face in his neck. Your hair is tangled as shit and probably tickling his face, but your husband simply wraps you up in a tight embrace and holds you against him. It's all the apology you need. 

END OF THE FIRST MONTH

Adjusting to your new life hit you like a sack of bricks early on a Monday morning. You woke up from a dream where you still lived in your tiny little apartment two minutes walk from everything. In a reality which felt more like a fever dream, Ralph was late for work, donning a tie and tweed jacket and kissing you goodbye for the day. 

You never realized how much space there was in the new master bedroom. In the apartment, a queen sized bed nearly touched the walls and barely left room to creep around two night stands and a dresser, but in the new house you had room to lay on the floor and stretch, maybe put another piece of furniture in here like a bookshelf or something. 

And the whole damn house was like that. You had an entire second floor to claim as your own! There is almost too much space… too much space for just the two of you. 

God there's that thought again drifting into your mind unbidden, unfurling like a fern at the first droplet of sunshine. How many people does it take to turn a house into a home? Three should be plenty, your mind offers. 

You busy yourself with measurements, regrouting the loose tiles in the kitchen floor, and scrubbing the blackened hell out of that downstairs bathroom. It seems to come to life beneath your hands and you can feel yourself getting excited to show guests the improvement. 

The thoughts of turning your little twosome family into three persist over and over until you can't stand it any longer. Maybe it's finally time… 

Ralph's late getting home by 5 minutes instead of 5 hours but he still looks tired. No mud tracks on his pants or hard set eyes. He's halfway up the stairs before you realize he's probably going to bed early. 

"Hey!" 

Ralph stops like it pains him. His head sags and his hold on the railing is tight like he'll fall if he lets go. The way he's wobbling he might. He is barely able to meet your eyes as he glances over his shoulder and when he does he simply grunts. 

"I made dinner," you squeeze your hands together behind your back, "angel hair pasta and that sauce you love." 

Ralph's eyes flicker in thought. "Be down in a second." 

You wait nervously to see if he does come down. What if this is a bad idea? What if he doesn't take you seriously? Oh god what if he hates it, what if he calls you an idiot for even considering it? 

Ralph does come back downstairs, hair wild from running his fingers through it. He seems to gain a small amount of energy while eating, not wanting to talk himself but asking how your day has been going. 

You're definitely rambling right now. Ralph listens and listens, chuckling along but at some point he grows concerned and envelopes your hand with a worried expression on his face. "Jesus, I've never heard so many words come out of your mouth at once, it's like you're writing a dissertation over there. Are you OK, baby?" 

You snap your mouth shut. God, you hadn't even come close to talk about kids for all your rambling. And then there was that weird smell… 

Your blood runs cold as you recognize it. You lean a little closer to Ralph and he almost instinctively flinches away. If there's one thing you are sure of, one thing you could swear on god– Ralph Lamont has never flinched away from a kiss before. So he has something to hide. And that something has a sharp scent and explains his slow reactions and tired eyes better than anything else could. 

"Have you… have you been drinking?" 

It's the way he can't meet your eyes when you ask him. You know. It's beyond out of character, so much so that it's confusing and a little frightening for you. 

A little drink here and there is, to you, to be expected especially considering the wealth of your new company. So why hide it? Is there something else he's not telling you?

You suddenly feel sick and too hot, ripping your hand away from his and getting up to leave the table. 

He knows you get in your head sometimes and practically yells your name to stop you. "I'm… I don't know why I…" 

Ralph sighs and buries his face into his hands, ashamed. All this suspense is twisting knots in your stomach. You sit back down gingerly, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. 

"Ralph," you warn, "you had better start explaining yourself right now before I lose it." 

Ralph stares a hole into the table and worries his lip. The truth is he doesn't know what to say because he doesn't know why he did it. The students are easy, you are easy. Even in the toughest of times, at his lowest, he didn't drink so… what the fuck was coming over him?, he asked himself. 

Something clicked. It rolled like fire in his belly given dry wood, smoking curling to the top of his throat and out of his ears. "They hate me." 

"Who? Who hates you?" 

"Everyone." 

You looked him in the eye for the first time tonight and saw something dark looking in there. It makes you uneasy. "What makes you think they hate you, baby?" 

Ralph's grip on his fork tightens until his knuckles are white before he gingerly sets the dishware down and deflates. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a sardonic grin. 

"You wouldn't understand… and how could you? You never leave the house." He looks at you and there's a growing instability rising in his movements. "You… you don't see it. It started out as little nothings that I could ignore because it didn't matter that they didn't like me: I was new.  

"Then it became lots of these little nothings. Staring and whispering and hushed silences. Tip toeing language and poking and prodding and testing me and my limits and it just… it just… it never got better…" 

Rumors. It dawned on you that his frustration seemed intimately familiar to you as you had had to change schools once or twice due to a few terrible rumors that snowballed and got way out of hand. And you can imagine the sort of rumors that accompany a man with little interest in making friends who has a wife nobody knows anything about. 

If you wanted to stay here long, you would need to change a few minds. You set aside your fear for a moment and make him look at you. You can see the unshed tears in his eyes and feel pity for him. 

"I want to do that dinner party," you announce. "With all that's gone on, you probably didn't have the grand introduction you deserve. Let me show them how much you mean to me." 

Ralph's shaking his head but he already knows you'll win this fight. For him it feels like begging for something he doesn't even want. He agrees because he already promised you could when you were ready and you needed to find new friends asap. 

His sleep that night is fitful and the room's shadows seem to reach out like claws seeking his immortal soul. When the haze of whiskey finally dies down in his system he sleeps dreamless and wakes to feel somehow more hollow with despair than before. 

Ralph Lamont has the distinct feeling things are going to get a hell of a lot worse before anything gets better…

@werwulfy @fundamentally-lazy @escape-your-grape @mimiscappinisideblog @go-commander-kim

[spicycreativity]

Fanfic Appreciation Week Day 7: A Place Where I Can Breathe

Yes, folks, I'm appreciating my own darn fanfic for the final day of Fanfic Appreciation Week because I worked really hard on it and it was a labor of love for/with one of my QPPs, my roommate, the man who got me into Sanders Sides: @\cadeorade-powercade (That's him in the aesthetic board)

Allow me to present the director's commentary for A Place Where I Can Breathe:

Content Warnings: All content warnings mentioned in the fic apply.

Chapter 1: I actually wrote this fairly late in the game. It's meant to serve as a prologue and orient the viewer in the universe, s opposed to staring on Chapter 2, which just throws the viewer in without context. I think it was a good choice, as it also allowed me to introduce the concept of the Sides having power focuses early on.

The Premise: Cade is a Virgil stan and he was getting frustrated looking for Virgil fic. He was finding a lot of stuff written without nuance by young authors, a sort of "by teenagers for teenagers" type deal. We are not teenagers, so we both have a hard time relating to that kind of teen angst fic, as we're not the target audience. So he asked me to write him a Virgil fic and we worked together to identify what plot he wanted, what the Mindscape looked like, and what quirks the Sides have. So a lot of this fic is quite gratuitous and self-indulgent

The Title: Lizzie McAlpine has a song called "Apple Pie" which includes the lyric "I've been running around trying to find a place where I can breathe." Apple Pie SCREAMS Moceit to me, and I had taken notice of the lyric and wanted to use it as the title for a Moceit fic. I didn't really have an idea beyond that, and when Cade asked me to write this fic, I realized it was actually perfect and summed up Virgil's inner struggle quite nicely. So cheers to "A Place Where I Can Breathe," the Moceit Fic That Wasn't

-Cade asked me specifically to include Virgil having a spider and I wrote nearly the whole fic without doing so, then had to go back and sprinkle some references in. I think I managed 2 total.

Chapter 2:

"Uh, how about I hold off on that until I actually see my room?" Virgil stared expectantly at Roman, who bounced on his toes. "Lead on, Macduff."

"That's not the line and you know it," Roman complained, but he turned to lead Virgil to his room. "It's ' lay on, Macduff,' and--"

-This fic was originally supposed to reach a climax with a confrontation between Remus and Roman, and "lay on, Macduff" would come back as a brick joke. Unfortunately, the original ending was a result of me getting tired and lazy, so I had to go back and fix it, and we lost the Roman-Remus confrontation.

It was hard for Virgil to not shudder at the sudden heat and weight on him. With his senses already open and taking in more information than his brain seemed to want to process, touch was an added stressor, more unwanted sensory input.

-Virgil being touch-averse is a direct shoutout to Cade, who is also touch-averse.

Roman had already transformed the living room: metallic streamers of purple and black stretched across the corners of the ceiling, and shiny balloons spelling out A-N-X-E-I-T-Y hovered above the TV.

-Upon first writing, Virgil had already given the upstairs crew his name, so the banner spelled out "VIRIGL" which is way funnier than "ANXEITY." But then his name reveal became a plot point so I had to go back and change it.

-Let! Virgil! Be! Mean!

-Virgil's line about hearing refrigerator noise when Roman talks is another shout-out to Cade, who has leveled that accusation at me

A small, cruel part of him protested at the idea that he would need special treatment and desperately wanted to throw it back in Patton's face. He wasn't a sweetheart, he wasn't a baby. He didn't need to crawl into a blanket fort with Dad just because he was a little stressed.

-Remus calls Janus "Janus Geminus" because I was tired and couldn't come up with a pun. "Geminus" is one of the Roman god Janus' epithets; another is "Pater" meaning "Father." That led to a conversation about Remus deliberately confusing Patton by calling Janus "Daddy," but I couldn't think of a clean way to fit the explanation into the narrative, so I stuck with "Geminus."

Chapter 3:

"There's nothing normal about that! " Roman stared in horror at the coffee massacre Virgil had orchestrated. What had once been a respectable (if not very tasty) cup of black coffee was now part of a 1:1 coffee to milk suspension, the liquid a tasteful shade of tan suitable for business casual trousers or a show-ready chihuahua.

-Cade is a certified Nightmare Man and came up with Virgil's horrifying coffee order after I asked him about it. Keep an eye out for Janus' equally horrifying coffee order later in the fic.

1) Shouts out the fact that Janus is canonically a Dostoevsky fan

Chapter 4:

Janus smiled at him. "Where reason fails, the Devil helps." He fussed with his gloves and straightened his capelet. "It's showtime."

-I fucking love Crime and Punishment. Look at me. Look at me. I fucking love Crime and Punishment. Janus' quoting Raskolnikov serves multiple purposes:

2) Lampshades the fact that Roman just conveniently happened to be alone in the living room, because I didn't want to waste time getting him there. That makes me, the author, the Devil

3) Foreshadows the impending disaster. When Raskolnikov says this line it is because he had planned to commit axe murder. The axe he was planning to steal had been moved, but he finds another, different axe to use. Raskolnikov messes up the murder and ends up killing an innocent witness in addition to his intended target. Janus messes up his manipulation attempt and ends up murdering Roman's self esteem

-I was going to include a reference to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (Remus' line "debauchery and vomit" was originally going to be "blood, love, and rhetoric") but I didn't because... Uh... Hm. Why didn't I do that. Maybe I just forgot about it???

-Roman is too stubborn to manipulate for long and that is a fact.

"I was pretty much done anyway," Remus said. "There's only so much debauchery and vomit you can fit into one story."

-Cade specifically ask me that nobody cry in this fic, but after I had Janus eviscerate Roman I knew he couldn't not cry a little. I kept it to a minimum because there's already a billion fucking fics about [literally any Side] crying on the shoulder of [literally any other Side] and it's really just not interesting to either of us.

-It didn't come up because it doesn't matter, but Thomas dreamed he was participating in the exact Dionysian orgy that took place in The Secret History because it's my fic and I said so.

Chapter 5:

He just sat back and watched and tugged at his hair while Janus spooned mound after mound of crisp white sugar into his mug and Virgil poured his customary eight fluid ounces of milk into his own mug.

-Cade strikes again. Virgil's coffee order is equal amounts milk to coffee; Janus' is equal parts sugar to coffee. He had asked me to include a scene where Roman catches Janus massacring his coffee and is appropriately horrified, but I uhh... Didn't write it. I still might include it as an omake someday.

-I imagine that Roman feels really strongly about dragons vs wyverns, and Remus just pretends to give a shit because he thinks it's funny to wind Roman up. Fortunately for me but unfortunately for my sense of realism in writing, I can't relate because I adore my sister and we get along perfectly almost 100% of the time.

"You shut us down every chance you get!" Remus said, baring his teeth. "How would you like it if your pens never wrote, hm? What would you do with all those thoughts in your head?"

-I do wish I had developed the concept of power focuses a bit more, established rules and such. Basically, Patton is always on the prowl for wrongthink and actively represses it, which in turn breaks or sabotages the Dark Sides' power focus.

Chapter 6: This chapter really should have been Janus and Roman but I was really tired and didn't want to bother with it. Plus, you know, Moceit. This chapter was meant to demonstrate how the characters would get along without Virgil nannying them. There's friction, but everyone is making a conscious, deliberate effort to get along because they love Virgil, and love is a series of choices you make.

I chose "Leo" as the answer for the answer to the crossword clue instead of "Virgo," because my other QPP is a Leo. She'll never read this fic, but I did it anyway because I love her. (Trivia: My sign is Virgo, so it was really a choice between shouting her out and shouting me out, and the last chapter is self-indulgent enough, thank you).

Chapter 7: I was gonna write a fic where all the Sides watched Cats the Musical because I was going through a phase. Then Cade requested this so I combined the two ideas. By this point I was fucking exhausted, and that's the only thing that saved you and the rest of the world from me writing the Sides riffing on the movie scene-by-scene. I could come up with snarky commentary for almost every, if not every single song from the movie.

Most notably, I cut a Patton-Remus interaction where Remus declares his love for Grizabella and Patton gets all staryy-eyed about Remus connecting with the idea of rising above rejection and being loved and accepted only for Remus to shoot him down and explain that he just likes that she got to die in a tire fire.

Other cut scenes include Janus quietly pretending not to go feral over Mister Mistoffelees, Patton full-on fucking sobbing over Grizabella and the kittens, and Logan experiencing a deep, soulful kinship with Munkustrap during Of The Awefull Battle of the Pekes and the Pollices (and henceforth introducing the phrase "like herding cats" into his regular vocabulary