#Mary's writing

[written-by-ariddletobesolved]

Only Human

Gojohime / GoUta / 五歌

CONTAINS MANGA SPOILERS

Rated T • Read on AO3

In silence, Utahime mourned, her tears soaking his shirt. With a heavy heart, she let him rest, praying that they would be reunited in the next life. All the things they hadn’t told each other. All the things they haven’t done together weeks following their nuptial. Fate was not on their side and there was nothing they could do. They’re only human, after all.

Warning: Major Character Death!!!

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I'm writing this to cope. Heavily inspired/based on Qeanoya's fanart.

[ariddletobesolved]

Self rec fic

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

Thanks for tagging me @sareinadale 😊

Since I'm writing for 3 ships now, I'll just share based on each ship (and fandom):

Twiyor / Spy x Famiily

All's Well that Ends Well (to End Up with You). I like imagining what the Forgers' life post-STRIX will be like, so I decided to write about it.

Meet The Handler. This one was really fun to write, like imagine Handler seducing Yor to make Loid jealous (idk if I wanna be Yor or Sylvia in this scenario, lol).

Still Holding My Hand. A sweet moment between Anya and Rosie, the newest member of the Forger family. I really enjoyed writing it.

Gojohime / Jujutsu Kaisen

In Your Arms (Did I Find Solace). I love fluff, and I love this pair. Pre-Shibuya arc really made me FEEL, and the art that's inspired the fic moved me, so I felt the need to write it down.

The Next Ten Minutes. My first ever text fic (not the first one published though), started this as 'an experiment' I shared with my friend on Discord, I ended up posting it. It's still on going, I hope I can get back to it!

Helsa / Frozen

I Know You. I wasn't keen on writing Soulmate AU, but I definitely did enjoy writing this one.

The Hidden Truths. This was nice to write, heavily inspired by Crimson Peak.

Together. Sets in modern AU where Hans is a paediatrician and Elsa is an adoptive mum of two, they both are in an established relationship. It was a Secret Santa gift.

Passing this to @notsoattractivearenti @valiantwarrior37 (no pressure, just for fun! ^^)

[mournfulroses]

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from a letter to Jane Williams written in February 1823, featured in The Letters of Mary Shelley

[burningvelvet]

a twitter thread that actually killed me

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[feral-ballad]

Marie Howe, from What the Living Do; “Watching Television”

[mischievous-thunder]

The silly Wade variants and their favourite feral Peanut variant

[clownowo]

not pictured: Acht flashback to growing up hearing DJ Octavio say vaguely gay shit about the captain of the Squidbeak Splatoon

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Mary Oliver

[quotefeeling]

Never forget, pain is just a temporary guest. You must never let it make a home out of you.

f.e. marie

[wordsofasarcast]

headcanon

So you know how it's canon that Will listens to true crime podcasts?

What if that's how he finds out that Nico is from the 1940s?!

Like he's listening to the latest episode about 'the death of Maria di Angelo and the disappearance and supposed kidnapping of her missing children, Niccolò and Bianca di Angelo'.

And it's not all that strange for demigods to pop up in conspiracy blogs or podcasts - Percy had a four part series about him, and Will listened to the whole thing during a nightshift at the infirmary.

So yeah, Will starts listens to the di Angelo episode thinking nothing of it, maybe he's just hoping to have a laugh about what the mortals thought happened to Nico or maybe he's more than a little curious about Nico's mysterious past.

And the hosts, in crackling stereo voices because they desperately need a better mic, are talking about lightning striking the hotel, how "the storm popped up out of nowhere" and the "strange seismic activity reported in the area at the time"...and then the date drops...

The hosts say something along the lines of, "The di Angelo siblings were reported missing by their family back in Italy after no word had been received of their safe passage to America. The police report states they were last seen by an anonymous witness entering the Lotus Hotel & Casino with an unknown third party in December of 1942."

And Will's just sat there, gaping at the infirmary bed he'd been stripping of its sheets. Because everything is adding up now, and Will's not quite sure how he missed it...

[written-by-ariddletobesolved]

springtime reminiscences.

contains Gojohime / Gouta and other pairs

written for Utahime Week 2024, Day 1: Actress/Idol AU.

fanarts used in this mini fic were wonderfully done by berryarose (Twitter).

Read the article written by Riko Amanai here.

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Meanwhile.

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From Satoru's POV.

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Thank you for reading, everyone! ^^

[ariddletobesolved]

“Quit with the drinking, will you?” Elsa sighed, leaning back against the vending machine with her arms across her chest. “Since when did you drink during the day, anyway?”

Hans chuckled, finishing his beer in a big gulp. “Since when did you care?”

“I don’t,” the blonde scoffed. “But you’re the only person I know who is in a similar circumstance as I am, and we need to figure out how it works.”

“We?” Hans raised an eyebrow, his emerald eyes bearing a hint of mischief. “I’ve already figured out my technique, if anything it’s you who needs my help.”

Scowling, the blonde woman rolled her eyes, throwing her head back in annoyance. Oh how she hated asking for help, from her ex of all people. But their days were numbered. If they wanted to survive, they would need to declare their participation in the game soon and go get those points. 

“Fine, just,” she paused, taking a deep breath, taking several steps so she was standing only a few feet in front of him. “Let’s just find a safe place to discuss this.”

Hans didn’t move. His emerald gaze softened, the corner of his mouth tugged upwards, before he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on. He shrugged casually, strolling past her with a smug.

“I know a place,” he said. “Are you scared of the unknown, Elsa?”

“The unknown?”

“Well, I figured you haven’t met many cursed spirits. To reach this place, we will have to defeat many of them, so are you up for a challenge?”

Elsa scoffed. The past few hours she had seen many shapes and types of ‘creatures’, cursed spirits, as they called it. Apparently the only way to defeat them was with her powers. She might not be that great in combat, but he shouldn’t have underestimated her if he didn’t want to get his balls frozen later on.

“I can take it,” she said with a smirk, nudging him with her shoulder, before walking a step ahead of him. “So, what are you waiting for?”

Hans smiled, mostly to himself, before trailing after her. That’s my girl, he thought quietly.

an excerpt from 死に方を選ぶために (To Choose How To Die), written for the upcoming Helsaween 2023.

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I'm so excited to share this fic with all of you omg. If you're following me, then you probably know my current hyperfixation: Jujutsu Kaisen. I'll probably feature some information from the manga (this takes place during the Culing Game arc), but I will not be going too crazy with the spoilers. See you during the Helsaween, people!

Title is taken from one of the soundtracks of Jujutsu Kaisen Season 1.

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "August," featured in White Pine: Poems & Prose Poems

[luckystarinsky]

when mary oliver said ‘if you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. give in to it.’

and mahmoud darwish said ‘and if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal.

enter into the happiness, and burst.’

[halohalona]

🎀 A Little Redecorating

Logan wakes up to you rearranging the living room in the middle of the night

Logan Howlett x Reader

this is inspired by my impulsiveness (i don't know if that's the right word) to clean and rearrange my room at 11 at night until like 12:30 in the morning.

not beta read

masterlist

warnings/tags: fluff, reader possibly having adhd and making impulsive decisions, husband!logan, a little ooc logan, kinda domestic, probably a bit incoherent towards the end cause i decided to finish writing this at 2 in the morning

To be completely honest, you have no idea why you suddenly got the urge to rearrange and reorganize the living room. You were laying in bed when the idea popped up in your head, and couldn’t sleep since. So you quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake up your husband, and got to work.

You were moving the TV stand when your hip accidentally hit the edge of a side table causing the vase placed on top to fall.

CRASH

Logan immediately sat up the claws on his left hand unsheathing. Instincts kicking in, he looked over to your side of the bed to see if you were ok, only to see no one.

“Shit!” he heard someone speak before hearing a loud thud. In an instant he was out the door running straight to where the voice came from.

You were sweeping the remnants of the broken vase onto a dust pan when you heard Logan frantically shout your name. “Y/N!!”

“I’m okay!! I just knocked over a vase!”

When Logan finally reached you his body visibly relaxed. “Thank fuck, you’re okay. I thought you were getting taken.”

“I’m sorry.” you say sheepishly.

He looked around, the room was in disarray. The couch was no longer in its original place, instead it was blocking the path to the stairwell where Logan came from. The TV stand no longer against the wall he was facing but instead in the middle of the room. The TV itself was laying on one end of the couch while books and knickknacks were scattered on the other end. The rug was also rolled up and put against the wall.

“Love, why are you rearranging our furniture?” he asked, confused.

“I honestly don’t know. I suddenly got the idea while in bed and I couldn’t wait until morning.” you answered looking around, the corners of your lips turning down. “And now I can’t exactly go to bed while the living room looks like this…”

Placing his hands on his hips, he took another look around. “Well then, let’s get to work. Let’s finish this before sunrise,” he sighed before hopping over the couch. “You got an idea how you want the furniture placed? "A smile makes its way to your face before nodding excitedly.

It took you only an hour to get everything in place thanks to Logan doing most of the heavy lifting. After placing the last book on the shelf you let out a loud yawn starting to feel exhausted.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed” your husband said, carrying you up to your room.

Bonus:

That morning you sat at the dining table hard at work on something on your laptop.

Logan had to do a double take making sure he was seeing things correctly. "Is that our living room?”

“Yep”

“Did you seriously build our living room in—”

“The Sims? Yep. I actually built our house in the Sims.” you zoomed the camera out to show the entire first floor of the build before shrugging. “It makes redecorating easier.”

a/n: the bonus was really just an excuse to add the small detail that the reader uses the sims as reference for decorating the house lol

word count: 511