#Thank you so much for the prompt!!! and 'our' favorite??? THAT MEANS SO MUCH <333

[pupkashi]

Pupkashi! Congratulations on 1k!! You deserved it!!🎉💙 may I please request a drabble with the prompt  “aw, sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask...come here.” From the Water category with  “you’re my everything.” From the Cocktails category with our favorite white haired man, Gojo Satoru!💙

thank you friend !! i hope you enjoy this little piece :3 let me know what you think <3 !

warnings: mentions of feeling insecure / not good enough

3:27 am

your eyes were burning, but the second you laid down the tears you were holding back threatened to flow, and the sobs you were keeping at bay would slip past your lips.

it wasn’t something satoru did or said to make you feel insecure, he was always so perfect to you. in fact, it’s because he was so perfect that you felt like you’d never be enough for him.

why you? from everyone he could choose from, why would he choose you?

‘he chose me.’

‘he chose me,’ you’re trying to remind yourself, hot tears flowing down your face. your fingers ghosted over the keyboard, debating wether or not you should message him. you put your phone down, you shouldn’t bother him.

it’s like he had a sixth sense when it came to you. your phone lighting up only seconds later with a text from him.

hi baby <333

through teary eyes and shaky hands you typed out your message quickly, biting your bottom lip as you sent the text.

can you come home?

he replies in seconds, attentive as always.

are you okay? I’m omw

you hear his footsteps before you see him, the door to your shared bedroom opening quietly, satoru quickly taking in your state and rushing to your side.

“oh sweetheart” he mumbles, not bothering to slip out of his uniform as his arms wrap around you, bringing you close to him, one hand rubbing your back and the other smoothing your hair. “I’m right here baby,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head.

when you finally calm down, he’s slipping out of his uniform, sliding under the covers with you. “you wanna talk about it?” his voice is gentle, thumb wiping away a stray tear from your face.

you nod your head, clearing your throat a bit, sitting a bit straighter and fiddling with the edge of the blanket, was that string always there?

“i just” you let out a shaky breath, satoru doesn’t rush you, only staring at you with soft eyes, “am i enough for you? don’t you deserve better?” you don’t look up as the words leave your mouth.

satoru can feel his heart break in his chest, he can feel the shards of his heart lodging into his sides as he stares at you.

“you’re my everything” it feels second nature to tell you that, to tell you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him, “you’re more than enough for me sweets” he’s leaning closer to you, one of his hands slipping under you chin, gently making you face him.

“you’re all i ever need” telling you that was easy to him. it’s easy to love someone as perfect for him as you were.

“who else is gonna tell me off? who’s gonna laugh at my terrible jokes? who am i gonna watch bad romcoms with?” his eyes look like they’re shimmering with love as he stares at you, like you created the universe.

you laugh a bit, sniffling as you tear your eyes away from his, wiping away the couple of tears that ran down your face.

“i love you, pretty” his words are dripping with sincerity, and the feeling of his hand intwining with your serves as a reminder of his words. the warmth of his hands mending your heart, because it’s only you in the entire world who feels the warmth of his palms.

it’s only you that know how warm he runs, how cuddly he gets at night. it’s only you who he never has his infinity on with. it’s only you he drops everything for at a moments notice.

the two of you only sit there in silence for a second, letting you compose yourself before you’re excusing yourself to wash your face, coming back and finding satoru standing at the foot of the bed.

“are you leaving?” you ask, satoru smiles at you.

“you think I’m gonna leave you at a time like this?” he’s throwing his uniform in the hamper and taking large strides to you, kissing your nose before sweeping you off your feet and throwing you onto the bed.

“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart” he mumbles, “just picking up after myself” smiling as he peppers kisses on your face. he only stops when your lips capture his, smiling into the kiss.

the two of you slip under the covers quickly, battling for the blanket for a second before you both finally settle in.

“can i be the little spoon?” you whisper.

“aw sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask” he mumbles, extending his arms and scooting a bit closer to you, “cmere.”

he’s kissing the top of your head, arms gripping you tightly and sighing happily. you felt the warmth of his body on yours, his lips just barely ghosting over your shoulder before he presses a kiss there.

“gnight sweets” he whispers, “i love you so much” he presses another kiss to your shoulder.

“i love you more, my angel boy” you mumble, eyes heavier by the second, the comfort of his body against yours paired with his cologne making it harder to stay awake, “sweet dreams.”

you’re asleep by the time satoru replies, “any dream with you is sweet” giggling to himself before closing his eyes, squeezing you a bit closer to him.

[headkiss]

Hello! For a Christmas prompt, I was thinking maybe secret Santa with Eddie (and the hellfire gang) or first Christmas gift with Eddie who employs the assistance of Dustin to figure out how to make it the most perfect gift ever?

hiiii i went for the second one and i hope u like it <333 | 0.6k words, fluff and fem!reader

“What do I get her?” Eddie asks.

“I don’t know. You’re the one dating her,” Dustin’s quick to reply.

Eddie should know by now that asking for Dustin’s help comes with his attitude and sarcasm. He should also, in theory, know what to get his girlfriend for Christmas but here he is.

“Obviously, but it’s our first Christmas together,” he picks at the hem of his three quarter sleeves. “It has to be good, you know?”

“How about some jewelry? Girls like that,” Dustin shrugs.

“Did you get Suzie jewelry?”

“No, because Suzie is not like other girls. Duh.”

“I don’t even know why I try with you,” Eddie shakes his head.

It’s later that night when the idea comes to him. You’re not someone who needs a gift, you’ve told him multiple times he doesn’t have to get you anything. What kind of shit is that? Of course he’s gonna get you something.

He was sitting on the couch in the trailer, mindless TV playing, fiddling with his guitar pick necklace when he thought about it.

You fiddle with that necklace of his, too. When you’re cuddling, your head on his chest or his shoulder. It’s a habit you share, and he’s noticed that you don’t have a necklace on usually. That maybe you’d like one, too.

He gets up and gets to work. Finds an empty chain in his collection of jewelry, grabs one of his many picks. He nicks his finger cutting the hole into it, but he doesn’t mind.

Then, because he’s Eddie, he has to include music as a gift, too. He makes you a mixtape. Songs that remind him of you, that you have memories of. Cheesy shit that he’d never hear the end of from Dustin or Steve.

It was all worth it to see your reaction when he gave it to you.

You’re sitting on his bed across from him when he hands you the box.

“Eddie, I told you not to get me anything!” Though your wide smile tells him this was definitely the right move.

“Just open it, would you?”

“Okay, okay.”

You rip the wrapping paper away carefully, as if you wanted to preserve his wrapping job even though it was messy and had much more tape than necessary. You see the mixtape first, reading every song title he scrawled onto it.

“It’s perfect,” you say and you mean it.

Even just months into your relationship, you’re sure that there’s nobody better for you than Eddie. He’s sweet, always seems to be able to make you smile or laugh, and he’s romantic even if he keeps it hidden. It’s clear in the way he holds you, soft and secure. In the way he looks at you.

“There’s more,” he points to the necklace that had fallen to the bed.

You pick it up, look at it and then at him. You didn’t think he’d notice how often you fiddled with the one he wears. Then again, he seems to notice a lot of things.

“Eddie.”

“You like it?”

“Love it. So much.” You hold it out for him to grab, “will you put it on for me?”

“‘Course.”

He moves to stand behind where you sit on the bed, sweeps your hair over your shoulder for you to hold out of the way. His fingertips graze your skin as he places it around your neck, fighting with the clasp a bit before getting it.

He leans down to kiss the side of your neck before pulling back. You turn to face him, your smile even bigger than before, if that was possible.

“Thank you so much, Eddie.”

“Looks good on you,” he taps the pick that now rests on your chest. “My girl.”

You reach up and pull him down by the back of his neck for a kiss. A thank you, an appreciation, sticky sweet.

You pull away before either of you get carried away, “my turn.”

Eddie grabs the wrapped box you give him, much neater than his was. He thinks his favorite gift ever is you, but the sketchbook and drawing supplies you give him are perfect, too.

[oracleofstars]

✦ 3VOLS : ISSUE 1, RAFAYEL

Featuring @maimochies, a well known Love & Deepspace author, as the spotlight creator!

IM NEW, WHATS "3VOLS" THE MAGAZINE?

This will serve as a "mini masterlist" where we compile links of works from different creators based on the character. And yes, its not limited to fanfiction. This is open to artists, graphic design/gfx creators & editors. (Basically, if you've created any kind of creative media related to the character)

MAIMOCHIES. WHO IS SHE?

mai is a rafayel enjoyer and a love & deepspace author! she has been writing in her corner of the internet with the pretty rafayel themed blog. have you seen her around? well, we have interviewed her recently with 4 simple questions. let's get to know mai better!

what got you into making love&deepspace content? are there any creators who inspired you to do so?

mai : funny enough ages ago when the first demo trailer came out for love and deepspace I didn't even know about it!! I happened to stumble upon a short clip of zayne and saved the video on a whim because he was attractive >·< then, as fate would have it, the game's official trailer popped up on my fyp and I got hooked, downloaded the game and haven't looked back since <333 l&ds is still new to the tumblr scene but I absolutely adore my mutuals' takes and fics on the boys!!

as a rafayel fan—what is your favorite headcannon of him? this can be your own or others

mai : hmmm… I think my favorite headcanon about rafayel is that he secretly cares a lot more than he lets on. lingers outside your apartment to make sure you've gotten home safe, always sending you a goodnight and good morning text, oh so conveniently shows up with a warm ready made meal when he knows you're having a particularly hard day, he cares deeply but he's scared of showing it.

if you could describe your favorite character with 5 words, what would it be?

mai : a gift from the stars

how is your time in oracle of stars so far?

so much fun!! it's such an honor to be part of such a loving and positive community. while I'm not as active as I would like to be I can see the effort that goes into the network and the server, from the graphics to the events. it's such a special place for l&ds creators to come together and uplift each other

RECOMMENDATIONS FROM THE DEEPSPACE NETWORK

welcome to the rafayel masterlist, find something that piques your interest here! show some love to our creators as well <3

l&ds boys crushing on you - @ maimochies

affectionate headcanons - @ maimochies

how the l&ds boys kiss - @ maimochies

sing with me? - @ sevvynth

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞. - @ jqnehr

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - @ jqnehr

birthday celebration - @ lovexdeepspace

l&ds boys + their nicknames for you - @ lovexdeepspace

JEALOUSY , JEALOUSY! - @ rafyne

MESSAGES I CANT SEND : DEAR RAFAYEL

recently we had a 3VOLS related event entitled DEAR RAFAYEL, where we send out a prompt every 7 days and you have the choice to use whichever one you wanted.

POST MASTERLIST

dear rafayel ( prompt day 1 ) - @ rafyne

dear rafayel ( prompt day 3 ) - @ sweetheartsaku

WHAT ELSE IS HAPPENING?

its april 5, that means our applications are open until april 10. come join us in the discord & the network. this first issue is finally done, thank you for all the support you've given the oracle. we'll see you again next time!

[lothcatthree]

just obsessed with the lawnmower au!! each of the chapters are so hot and sweet and funny and really incorporate the personality of each brother, plus obi-wan’s unhinged levels of horniness. y’all are feeding us <333 i also absolutely loved the cal pregnancy mention! any plans to expand on the bode/cal baby-verse?

anon!!! this!!! is so nice!!!!!

I'm not sure if you are the rexobi anon from a while back but if you are then I'm so glad you got to finally read the finished product! we had a bit too much fun with this one because unhinged horny obi wan is our favorite

OUGGHHH the cal/bode baby-verse...... I would LOVE to do more with them and I am sure that either me/@krispyswips/Both of us will do something eventually but right now, not much is planned! we're just trying to finish up afterglow at the moment but who knows 🫣

with that being said, I am always taking prompts and if there's something you'd like to see, I'm a fiend for those two and I do love knocking cal up. sweet sweet impregnable cal. just let me know!

thank you again for coming in here and saying such kind things, it means so much to both me and krisp <3

[lockewrites]

Come to Bed

F!LDB x Miraak || Slight-NSFT || 675 words

AO3 & FF.net

Prompt:  "trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover’s kissing your neck, making your head spin"  for our favorite pair of dragonborns, please :D

The candles were nearing their last minutes of life, the flame dimming with each second passed. And still Miraak remained hunched over the table, the whites of his fingertips surrounded in the pink of irritation, the weight of him and his worries pressing into the table.

“If you haven’t found it by now…” Telyra’s voice trailed off. Her body leaned against the doorframe across the room, her arms crossed over her chest.

Miraak’s form deflated with the long release of breath. “So you have said.”

“Will you come to bed?” she asked, the usual mirth in her voice replaced by fatigue. 

Moments of silence carried on the dust motes illuminated by the fading candles whorled between them. 

Letting out a sigh, Telyra stepped toward him, her sheer night robe brushing along the stone floor; skin unbothered despite the chill in the air. Her pale, silver hand pressed into the map on the table, sliding it to rest against his.

“Miraak.”

He turned at her voice, shadows well at home under his eyes and familiar with the red surrounding his irises. 

“You can’t see an answer if you can’t see,” she said. “The candles are just about through. We’ll gather again tomorrow, but you need to sleep.”

“My mind will not grant me the peace needed to sleep,” he muttered. “Not until we discern a viable strategy.”

Telyra placed her hand atop his. “The war can wait a night.”

A sigh was his only acknowledgment. 

With another of her own, she moved beneath his arm and placed herself between him and the table; it wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, her back having to arch around Miraak’s torso as he didn’t make any effort to provide her space. He simply looked at her, or perhaps through her to the map.

“Come to bed,” she repeated.

“I will shortly,” he replied, not meeting her eyes.

“No. Now.”

He offered nothing more than a soft grunt, no tonal inclination of ‘yes’ or ‘no.’

Asking politely found only failure. She touched his waist, opting for a new means of persuasion. His stomach twitched under her fingers, but otherwise, he remained still. Telyra’s hands grazed along his torso, slipping beneath the deep-cut collar of his shirt; his heart thrummed under her skin, harder and faster as he recognized the game she instigated. This was not their first stand-off in which words failed.

“Please,” she whispered.

With a deep sigh, he ignored her. It was naught but mere pride keeping him here at this point, Telyra believed.

“The bed is far too cold without you,” she pleaded.

“You do not feel cold,” he replied.

“Maybe not, but…” Telyra leaned up and pressed a kiss at the edge of his jaw. “I certainly feel you.”

He leaned into her on instinct, growing rigid as soon as he realized her play.

“I can take your mind elsewhere,” she promised against his skin as her lips followed the taut muscle of his neck.

“There is little that could free my thoughts of this war,” Miraak retorted. The color filling his cheeks spoke otherwise. 

Lower her kisses traveled, sucking on his skin briefly before placating it with tender presses of her mouth, leaving no physical trace of her affections beyond the blush creeping along his neck. She reached his collarbone and gave it the softest nick of her teeth.

“No honor to be found in your tactics,” he mumbled.

She smiled. “I’ve always preferred to play dirty.”

As she continued tracing the lines of his neck, her hands traveled down his torso, his waist, stopping only when they felt his growing excitement. A quiet moan vibrated in the back of his throat as she brushed across the front of his pants. 

Her mouth returned to his ear, and she asked, “Now will you come to bed?”

“No,” he replied. His embrace engulfed her, and without a chance to react, he lifted her onto the table and stepped between her legs.

Telyra stared at him for a breath’s moment before his lips claimed hers.

“Not yet.”

[apricotgojo]

hi bestie.. 😃

so um , i saw this prompt somewhere and i wanted to send it to my favorite blog ! ( you ) so here it is!!

adrien with a s/o who’s from america ( new york specifically ) and she has a very veronica lodge type past. meaning she’s very proper and rich and silvertounged but very kindhearted and sweet and extremely loyal.

but she has a past where she used to be a bully in new york and bullied people if they didn’t fit in , and was practically the it girl from a movie? does that make sense?

however shes changed , yet one day during a akuma attack , her whole past gets revealed and videos of her being a complete BITCH and it being played off as hot by her classmates gets shown to the entire of paris?

what’s adrien doing? is she going to comfort her or leave her?

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

 I had so much fun writing this, but fair warning that it’s kind of angsty oops! thank u for the request nonetheless <333

Ship: Adrien Agreste X reader

Warnings: Swearing.

Tags: Angst oops

What should you do when your father is out on a business trip?

Throw a party.

And that’s exactly what you did. At least that’s what you used to do back in New York.   It’s something you were known for. Now since you’ve got the chance to start fresh with a new life in Paris you decided to bring an old tradition back with you and invite some friends over from the school you’re attending, and your boyfriend of course.

Adrien Agreste. You had no idea what you did to get such an angel in your life. You’ve been dating him for a few moths now and you could already see yourself becoming a better person around him. You came to Paris with the intention of leaving your past behind, starting new and fresh without the bullshit from your past. This was it. Nothing could fuck this up.

“Hey,let me help you.” You hear your Adrien say while you try to adjust the lights near the DJ stand.

“I got it.” You say and get on your tip toes to hang the last light. “There.” You say, a successful smile on your face.

“You really out did yourself huh?” You feel his arms wrapping around you from the back and you hum.

“Oh please Agreste, this is nothing compared to what I used to do in New York.” You say and turn around, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I hope everyone likes it.” You say, more to yourself than to him.

“Of course they will, Ma belle.” He says and kisses your forehead.

You loved it when he called you nicknames, they just made butterflies burst around your stomach.

His soft hand reaches up to touch your cheek and he caresses it gently. You look into his green eyes which were soft and welcoming. He is so gorgeous.

Your noses touch and you sigh, touching his hand and smiling softly. “I hate to ruin the moment, my love but I have to go make a few minor changes before your friends come.”

He pouts at you. “But everything’s already perfect, can’t we spend some alone time together before everyone comes?”

You shake your head. “I promise you’ll have me all to yourself tonight , Agreste.” You smirk and watch as his cheeks glow red. You quickly kiss his cheek and giggle, walking away to the kitchen to make sure that everything is in place.

It didn’t take long before people started arriving.

“Claudia, start offering the drinks around to people.” You whisper to your maid before going to greet everyone.

A familiar bluenette appears, with an amazed look on her face while she looks around. You grin and walk towards her.  

“Marinette! You look stunning!” You say and give each other a friendly kiss on the cheek. She really did look stunning. You’ve never seen her hair like this before, let down and slightly curled.  She’s wearing a dress which perfectly hugged her body and the colour was gorgeous on her - A deep vermilion shade which complemented her fair skin. 

“Likewise.” She grins and looks at your dress. “Oh my god who are you wearing? This dress is gorgeous.” She gasps, eyes wide while she moved around to see the dress from the back and front.  You knew that she would comment on it, she had an eye for fashion after all.

“My father got this for me as a gift from South Korea. The designer is a family friend of ours.” You smile proudly. You didn’t want to brag about it but in all honesty you loved this dress too much not to show it off. 

You look to her side and see a blue haired boy standing kind of awkwardly next to her. “And you must be…?” You trail off, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Luka, Marinette’s date.” He says nonchalantly and Marinette stops looking at your dress, straightening up with her face glowing red.

“Ah, I see. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Im-“

“I already know who you are.” He states and you furrow your eyebrows. You’re more than sure you’ve never met this guy before.

Marinette nudges him and you see him stiffen up.

“I mean, it was kind of a big deal when you came to Paris and everyone was talking about you so-“

Marinette sighs and grabs Lukas arm. “We’re going to get a drink, It was nice seeing you! Au revoir !” She says and walks away with Luka. You could hear her cussing at him from where you were standing.

Ah, of course. You knew that everyone was talking about you. The new rich bitch from New York who’s mother is in jail. That’s what everyone saw at first. Maybe they do still see it now. But maybe that’s why you fell for Adrien, because he never judged you in the first place despite all those rumors.

You turn around and see him, talking to Nino. He’s wearing the outfit you picked out for him.  Black shirt slightly unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up, tan pants with a black belt around them and black converse.  His hair was messy but it looked so good on him and his cheeks were tinted a little pink, probably because of the few drinks that he’s had already.  Your eyes meet and he smiles at you. Right as he was about to come next to you, you feel someone tap your shoulder.

“Hi, Nadja Chamack. Did you move to paris because your mother is imprisoned for drug trafficking? Was your father denied bail?” The woman rushes to say while shoving a microphone to your face. You stare at her wide eyed. You didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, leave now before I call security, you shouldn’t be up here.” You hear Adrien say sternly while putting a hand on your shoulder.

“But was that the reason you came to Paris or was it because of the video that was spread of you-“

“Security!” Adrien shouts and two body guards grab Nadja and her camera man.

You stand there, dumbfounded as the body guards drag them away, the two cussing and struggling to get out of their grasp.

“Mon ange, are you okay?” Adrien asks, cupping your face with his hands, snapping you out of your thoughts.

 You look at him and clear your throat.

 “I’m fine, I need a drink.” You say and remove his hands from your face and start walking away.

He grabs your hand and looks at you, concern filling your eyes.

“No you’re not okay.” He says, kissing your hand and holding it gently. “What did they mean by video?” He asks.

Your body goes into full fight or flight mode.

“God Adrien! It’s nothing.” You snap at him. “just let it go, I don’t want to deal with this right now.” You remove yourself from his grasp and quickly walk away to the open bar.

You didn’t mean to snap at him but that conversation needed to wait until you two got more serious. You weren’t ready for it.

You grab a glass of champagne and down it, your face contorting because of the after taste.

You were about to get another one until you hear a scream.

“We want to know all your secrets! Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news!” A distorted voice says and you drop your glass on the floor when you see a dark purple monstrous figure coming your way.

“Shit.” You cuss and run away from the bar.

Everyone was screaming and trying to rush to the exit but everywhere was closed off with a purple like shield around.

You frantically look around to find a place to hide until you see a familiar blond with cat ears motioning to you.

Chat Noir. Thank god.

You were about to run to him until you started floating in the air, a purple bubble surrounding you.

You screamed and frantically hit it to try to escape but it was no use. 

“I got you now!” You hear the distorted voice say and let out an evil laugh.

You watch your phone float out of your hand and out of the bubble.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.

You were fucked.

The bubble that surrounded you explodes and you fell from it, right into the arms of Chat Noir.

“Hey I got you it’s okay” He says smiling at you and for some reason you were slightly comforted by him.

 Your eyes fill with tears and your throat begins to feel like it’s closing.

“She has my phone.” You croak out and your body starts shaking.

You see Ladybug swinging from the roof, throwing her Yo-Yo to try and grasp the villain but it was too late.

A screen appeared out of thin air and a video started playing -  you were in it, in your classroom in your school in New York. You knew exactly what this video was.

Your jaw clenched when it started playing.

“Awh look she’s crying guys.” You say in a condescending tone in the video. The girl, Sarah, was balling her eyes out in front of you while you smirk and stand in front of her, your arms crossed.

“H-How could you!” She sobs out.

“How could I what? Your boyfriend was the one with his hands all over me, I just gave him what he really wanted.” You say and chuckle.

“That’s not true he would never-“

“Cheat?” You cut her off, lean closer to her and put your hands on the desk in front of her. “hate to break it to you honey but he did.” You tell her and she sobs even harder.

“Maybe this will help you put you back in your place.” You say, grabbing her face, making her look at you. “You’re a nobody, a loser and you had the audacity to talk shit behind my back?”

Her lips quiver in fear and she was visibly shaking in the video.

“You think you could ever stand a chance against me? Think again bitch.” You say and let her face go, turning around and arranging your skirt.

“By the way, he’s a really good kisser. Such a shame.” And with that you walk away from her while people wolf whistle at you and mumble things under their breath.

You were still in Chat’s arms, he was looking at the screen, eyes wide and lips parted. It was like he was frozen. Tears were streaming down your face, you couldn’t move.

Everyone around you was mumbling and whispering things.

“She’s such a bitch.”

“I knew the rumors about her were true! She’s horrible!”

“This wasn’t the video I wanted! Where’s the proof where’s the-“ The villain gets cut off by Ladybug grabbing her microphone with the akuma in it and slamming against her knee. A purple butterfly emerges from it and she grabs it with her yoyo, turning it white.

    “Miraculous ladybug!” She chants and the place starts magically getting back to normal.

Chat clears his throat. “I need to go.” He mumbles and removes his hands from you. You nod and stare down at your shoes.

“Thank you for saving me.” You say, forcing yourself to smile.

He didn’t even look at you, he didn’t even say anything as he left.

Did he think you were horrible too?

Oh my god.

Adrien.

 After the villains were taken away everyone left without even saying goodbye to you.

You sat down on the platform near the DJ stand and hugged your knees closer to your chest.

You hear footsteps walk towards you and you look up. His green eyes meet yours but they instantly avert to the side.

“You know, when we first started dating, everyone was telling me about these stupid rumors about you and I never wanted to hear them because I never believed you could be capable of that.” He says, a frown on his lips.  “I never wanted to be so fucking right in my life but I guess I was wrong.”

You were trying so hard not to cry in front of him. You knew that this would happen when he found out, it was like a gut feeling. Adrien Agreste is a good person. He likes to be surrounded by good people and that video just showed that you might not be the good person he really thought you were. Your heart ached.

“I’ve c-changed Adrien.” You stutter in a small voice, scared that you would break down if you spoke too loudly.

“Have you really?” he questions, looking directly at you. He was disappointed in you. “God, why didn’t you tell me this before!” He rubs his face in frustration. You’ve never seen Adrien so worked up like this.

“Because I knew You’d react like this!” You say, louder this time as you get up. “For fucks sake Adrien! I told you my past wasn’t perfect and I know I was a bitch but I was young and stupid and I know it doesn’t excuse my actions but I’ve grown from my mistakes. I came to Paris with the mindset of becoming better, finding out who I really am and starting fresh!”

You watch him part his lips to say something but You cut him off.

“Look me right in the eye and tell me you’ve never done a mistake in your life, Adrien.”

His lips close and he averts his gaze away from you again.

  “I know I should’ve told you sooner but I was too scared of losing you. Y-you made Paris feel like my home, you’re the reason why I make better choices, you helped me find myself.” Tears start falling down your cheeks and you look down. “And if I haven’t changed then I wouldn’t be looking stupid and crying over you and explaining myself to you because im genuinely terrified at the thought of losing the first person in my life who I’ve genuinely fallen in love with.” You sob out.

There was silence, apart from the sniffles and sobs coming from you.

“What did you say?” Adrien asks you and you hear his footsteps come closer.

“What?” You sniffle, looking up at him, furrowing your eyebrows. Your eyes were puffy and red and so was your nose. You haven’t cried like this in ages.

“The last part.”

“I’ve genuinely fallen in love with you? “ You mumble and widen your eyes. Oh shit, you’ve fucked up again.

“I know it’s sudden and I don’t expect you to return it back and I don’t know why I just said that but-“ He cuts you off with his lips smashing against yours.

It was euphoric. Probably the most genuine kiss you’ve ever felt in your life.

He breaks away, your foreheads touching and both of you breathless.

His pretty pink lips curl into a small smile and his face cups yours, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“I love you too.” He whispers and kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry I overreacted, I just didn’t want to be wrong about you but I believe that you’ve changed, I know you’re heart is pure.”

And that’s when you realized that yes, your heart was pure again. Clean from all the sins you’ve did in the past. You didn’t know if it was his green eyes, soft skin, perfect lips or maybe the way he looked at you that has cleansed you but maybe it took pure love to find a pure heart.

[minghaocouture]

REQUEST: Anon asked: “Xion teasing you when he finds out you have a crush on him, even though you’re a little bit older? (but he low key has a crush on you too.)”

Pairing: Son Dongju x Reader Genre: Fluff, Light Angst Warning: Descriptions of anxiety, Language  WC: 978

A/N: Alrightie nonnie, thanks for being patient with me! Dongju is my precious boi and I wanted to do him justice! I’m not sure how well i did on the prompt but i tried! I have learned that for him I am the ultimate perfectionist, he deserves that from me. I hope you enjoy nonnie <333

This was a mistake. 

You knew that you should have kept your feelings close, knew that Dongju wouldn’t like you in that way but you still told him anyway. Yet, you never expected for him to start laughing right after your confession. It hurt a lot more than you would like to admit, but you tried your best to steel your facial expression as you waited for Dongju to finish. It would only be worse if you started crying right now.

As his laughter subsided, he was left with the brightest of smiles you had ever seen grace his face. If only it wasn’t because he was laughing at you, if only it were just out of happiness and not at your expense. You couldn’t meet his beautiful caramel gaze any longer, the anxiety creeping through your system like a plague. You could feel your hands trembling lightly, so you gripped them together in front of you for some semblance of comfort without showing how upset you were.

“Alright, alright you got your laugh. I get it, it’s hilarious that I’m crushing on you.” You muttered, trying to play along like you weren’t hurt. It would be better that way, less awkward if you wanted to try and salvage some semblance of your former relationship. Swallowing your pride, and what little dignity you had left, you continued, “We can, totally just forget this happened and just never talk about it again. I promise I won’t make things weird.”

“Nope.” Dongju didn’t even let you finish your thought before denying your words. Your heart sunk, you hadn’t thought that it would be like this but you were truly regretting listening to Gunhak. 

“Seriously, Dongju it’s fine. I really don’t want these feelings to get between our friendship.” If it was possible for your heart to break more, then it would have shattered further as he shook his head. 

“Too late, friendship officially ruined.” He still held that sickeningly sweet smile on his face as he took a step towards you. It took everything you had to not back away from him, or hell, run away just out of embarrassment and pain. “Relationship started, well if you want me to be your boyfriend.” 

You were floored by his words, did he seriously just pull that shit? For a moment you started questioning, why exactly you liked him, but that was a dumb question because you knew exactly why. You had fallen for that mischievous twinkle in his eye when he decides to mess with his Hyungs, the way he loved teasing those closest to him, the way people thought he was intimidating when really he was one of the sweetest people you had ever met. Well...when he wasn’t pulling shit like this. 

He couldn’t stop smiling as he waited for your response, reaching out and taking your hands into his own and swinging them lightly. 

“Were you worried I didn’t like you cause you’re older than me?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly as that familiar twinkle found its way into his eyes. “I mean, I can still love you even if you’re a dinosaur.” 

You scoffed, pulling one of your hands from his grasp so that you could lightly slap his shoulder. Which once again prompted a laugh from the male, who then proceeded to lean forward and press his forehead into your shoulder. “You’re my favorite dinosaur. My ancient baby.” 

“Dongju, I’m only a few years older than you.” He ignored your argument in favor of continuing to list off things that were old, as if they were going to be his new pet names for you. 

“My Pangea. I like that one, I might have to keep it.” He leaned back just enough so that he could flash a playful grin in your direction. “Kiss me once if you like the name, and kiss me twice if you hate it. “

“Or maybe I don’t kiss you at all, just to be mean back?”

“Noooooo.” He quickly let your hands go so that he could snake his arms around your waist as he whined loudly in your ear. Typical Dongju attitude when things don’t go his way, letting his body weight drop onto your frame which forced you to quickly wrap your arms around him so that neither of you fell. “Pleaseeee, my beautiful Pangea, please give me kisses? I deserve them.” 

“What will I get in return?”

“You...get to kiss me?”

“Dongju!!”

His lower lip jutted out in the most pitiful pout and you were almost certain he learned that from Dongmyeong. Despite knowing what he was doing you couldn’t stop yourself from adhering to his request. 

It was a bit awkward with how he was standing, almost curled around you, but you did it. Gently cupping his cheek, you pulled his face closer to yours and pressed your lips ever so slightly against his. Almost as if he were a fire and you were scared to get too close, just incase this was just a big joke to him. Despite your fear, as soon as your lips met his kissed back with much more force than you were expecting. Turning your feather light kiss into one filled with a passion you weren’t aware lived inside of Dongju. His teeth gently nipped at your bottom lip, and you vaguely wondered how much more you would get bitten by the man now that you were a couple (?). 

After a heat filled moment, he pulled away with a smug grin on his face as if he had just cheated some kind of prize out of you. Your breathing was much heavier than before and you found yourself almost embarrassed as he stared at you.

“Looks like Pangea’s you’re new nickname.”

Without hesitation, you grabbed his cheeks between your hands and firmly kissed him once more.

“Absolutely not.”

[domesticated-feral]

@hexedhiraeth asked;

Hey, so I hope you haven't already been asked that, but i really like the quote " burn it down, to build it up again " frome Burn It-Fever 333 and i thought it had a huge Steter energy. Hope inspire you.

Thank you for the prompt! Hopefully this little oneshot is what you expected! Rest of the story under the cut cause it's long (1542 words)

"So, I take it you won't be home for dinner tonight?" Peter asked, the other side of the line silent.

"I just- I have a lot of paperwork to fill and this case I've been working on is also a lot and-" Stiles began to ramble before Peter cut him off.

"I gotta admit, I haven't been feeling much significant to you these days."

He could hear Stiles take in a deep breath before he asks "are we seriously talking about this again?"

"Stiles, you're always at work, whenever I wake up, whenever I sleep. Even whenever I want to have some intimate time together with you, it's always not now and I'm busy," Peter pauses for a while to compose himself. "Do I even matter to you anymore?"

"Peter, I-"

"Was this 'relationship' for nothing?" Peter asked, "or was it just for the money?"

He got up from the couch where he was sitting and started to pace around the living room.

He heard a door open and close, Stiles was moving around in the police station, his breath slow and steady up against Peter's ear.

He'd define it sensual and hot if he wasn't in the middle of an argument.

"So what? Was it really just for wealth? A relationship just so I'd help cover for your tuition expenses?" He asked again, his throat tensing up as Stiles said nothing.

"Do you really fucking think of all this just as me trying to use you as my wallet?" Stiles snapped, a car door opened and slammed shut in the background as he said so.

Stiles had probably gone out to his jeep for privacy.

"It pretty much looks like it, so why wouldn't I think so?"

"Fuck you, Peter. All I'm trying to do is get us both money because your money won't last forever since you never thought about working or our future apparently," he said, "so if you want to think of our relationship as an easy money-grab for me, then fine. Don't expect me to show up tonight, or at all."

Peter wanted to say something but he was immediately met with the dial tone as Stiles ended the call right after he supposedly ended their relationship.

'Fuck,' he thought, a sigh escaping his lips.

He hated this, he hated Stiles so much right now. Even more, he hated himself for feeling so petty and angry at this situation.

If Stiles wanted to break up with him, then fine. He pocketed his phone as he beelined for their shared bedroom in his apartment. He opened the closet with such force, slamming it against the wall before it rolled halfway back as he pulled Stiles' suitcase out.

He didn't even care as he ripped Stiles' clothes, all the flannel, t-shirts, and sweaters out of the closet and into the suitcase open on the bed they shared together. He brought the rest of the clothes of loads, stuffing them into the suitcase until it was filled to the brim.

Taking out more of Stiles' possessions, he put them in bags, everything from body spray to his favorite snacks in the pantry.

His anger had a tight rein on him as he threw the bags and suitcase into the trunk of his car. He slams his car door with too much anger held in his hands that the window cracks.

Whatever. He'd have enough money to fix it with since he wasn't in a relationship with Stiles anymore.

Driving to the Stilinski house, he took the suitcase and bags to the front porch; he couldn't care less if they got stolen.

The rest of the night was spent cooped up in his apartment. He hadn't heard anything from Stiles and he didn't want to. His anger ran meaninglessly now. Like a raging fire catching on anything and everything flammable inside him. Peter doesn’t sleep that night, he tried sleeping but his mind kept drifting to Stiles.

The sun comes and rises, anger was still present in him, only subdued by time and exhaustion. He kept checking his phone, for a message, email, anything from Stiles. But he got nothing. They really had broken up.

He spends the morning, and most of the afternoon asleep. Exhaustion got the best of him and he had nothing to do anymore. As the sun moves closer to the horizon, he finally gets up. Taking a nice warm shower before roaming around his apartment before starting on a small meal for himself.

A few dirty dishes later, he got himself a mediocre plate of mac and cheese. He settles down to eat it, constantly checking his phone.

As he finished his plate of pasta, his phone begins ringing. His adrenaline kicks in, he checks his phone only for the caller to be his nephew, Derek.

“What do you want, Derek?” his voice was rough, after all, he hadn’t spoken to anyone ever since the phone call last night.

“There’s a supernatural roaming downtown, we need some extra help.”

Peter was glad he hadn’t called because of recent shifts in relationships, a.k.a. Stiles and his relationship.

“Help as in moral support? If so, you know I still have questionable morals.”

“Shut up and get down here, I’m waiting outside.”

Peter puts the plate in the sink with the rest of the dirty dishes and walks out of his apartment.

Downstairs, Derek was waiting in his Camaro.

“What is so powerful about this supernatural that you need to call good old Uncle Peter for?” he asked as he got in the passenger seat.

“It’s a wounded manticore-shifter, that’s stuck in manticore form.”

Peter hummed, nodding. He dealt with a manticore before, although friendly and not in manticore form. This one was probably not so friendly.

“You will scout the entire south of the downtown district. Stiles is waiting there for you since both of you will be scouting that place.”

“Wait, what?” Peter was taken aback. He was not ready to face Stiles and definitely hadn’t thought about talking to him yet. “Why am I paired with Stiles?”

Derek looked at him, an eyebrow raised, before he turns back to face the road.

“Because I’m scouting with Braeden in the Preserve.”

Derek knew something was up, his face gave it away pretty easily, but he wasn’t giving in to the curiosity it seemed as the ride continued in silence. Peter saw Stiles’ jeep parked on the side of the road, Derek slows down.

Peter takes a deep breath before opening the car door. He felt a stew of emotions inside him all at once. Anger, sadness, anxiety, and more unexplainable mixes of emotions hitting him left and right.

Stiles also looked away as soon as he saw Peter exit the vehicle. He hadn’t known either perhaps. He wasn’t expecting Peter either.

Derek drives off, leaving Stiles and Peter to themselves.

The silence continued as Stiles got into his jeep, Peter getting into the passenger side. It was awkward, tense, and filled with a lot of mixed emotions emanating from both of them. All enclosed within the jeep.

Stiles begins driving, Peter observes his side of the road, rarely turning to look at Stiles.

“Glad to know the feeling’s mutual,” Stiles uttered.

Peter doesn’t say anything, but his mind, oh, his mind is speaking a ton. Going on for miles and miles of what he could say, what could happen, and of course, thoughts trying to shut them down.

They make it to the most southern point of the district, Stiles turning to take the road that parts downtown with the more suburban area.

Patrolling around, there wasn’t a sign of the manticore, no sounds that Peter was able to pick other than his own heart beating, Stiles’ breathing and the rumble of the jeep engine.

“I wasn’t aware,” Stiles said.

Peter turned to look at him, confused.

“I wasn’t aware that I wasn’t paying attention to you, or our relationship,” he elaborated, “I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have gone off on-” This time, Stiles was the one to cut off Peter.

“Don’t. You had every right to be mad at me,” he said, glancing over to Peter before turning back to the road. “I just, I don’t know why I acted that way. I mean, I do know, but… it’s not because of you.”

Peter kept silent, Stiles had a lot to say on his mind and Peter was willing to listen.

“I was having second thoughts on this, our relationship,” he said, “I know, I should’ve talked to you about it, but I didn’t want to be concerned.”

“Stiles, I’m concerned about you all the time.”

He let out a dry chuckle, “you are?”

“Honey, you’re a mess, of course, I’d be worried about you.”

Stiles raked a hand through his hair, “so you forgive me?” he looked at Peter.

“It’ll take a little bit more than that to get my forgiveness,” Peter smirked.

Stiles’ phone pings, he digs it out and reads the text he got.

“Manticore’s found,” he said, “so, what is it that I have to do to get your forgiveness?”

Stiles had a sly grin growing on his face, Peter knew exactly what Stiles had to do and he did too.

[infinites-chaser]

MLQC Dictionary Prompts: 'ephemeral' + comfort + kiro (I hope this is how it works aaaa, I love your writing!)

e·phem·er·al. adj.

(from the ancient Greek, ephēmeros. lasting only a day.)

he’s sprawled silly across her lap, the two of them about to fall from the couch from their fit of laughter when he realizes: he will never see this smile of hers again.

not this one. not this exact one, her head tipped back, eyes crinkled crescent moon shut, hair springing joyful and free from her slept-in bun, her thighs warm under his head and barely covered by the old hoodie of his she’s taken to wearing around the house as hers.

this is a moment that will fade, he realizes. soon, he won’t remember why they were laughing in the first place, won’t remember the particulars of the way the light through the window kissed her dimples, caught the edges of her dark hair, and spun it into gold.

much as he’ll try to capture it again in memory, in song, he’ll never have this again. not this smile.

not this laugh either. not the look in her eyes when her laughter’s finally subsided, and she brings her gaze back down to meet his. the love, the tenderness, the emotion he tries to best to capture in lyrics, the feeling that goes beyond words— the weight of it knocks the breath from his lungs even as she catches hers.

he’d heard once— in a science podcast that minutes later savin had demanded turned off— that the world our minds experience is already past, the present lost in the time it takes a feeling to travel from eyes, from nose, from lips, from ears and hands to brain,

and he wonders, briefly, bitterly, if this is what it means to love: to always lose. to be stuck in a moment past, forever chasing the footsteps of the present, no thought spared for the future. knowing it’ll still all slip like sand through his fingers in the end.

he wonders if this is why he’ll look out across a stadium of fans and always see cameras and not faces upturned in his direction, phones swaying to the melody, their flashlights poor substitute for starstruck, loving eyes. wonders if the crotchety old critics who scoff and say things like “put down your phone, live in the moment!” are the ones who’ve had it right all along.

how can you live in the moment, he wants to ask them, knowing it’s going to end?

how can you fault someone in love for wanting a moment to last forever? for wanting remembrance less faulty than memory, something physical, something to hold?

but, what makes moments like these special? what makes us want to hold onto them more than the rest? is there some unspeakable beauty known only through living it, breathing it, trying forever to live it again, in spite of how transient, in spite of how fleeting? or perhaps is it beautiful because of its temporary nature?

he could command the first. try and search for that je ne sais quoi in a memory brought to life again, unnatural, forced. love not given warm, given freely but demanded, cold and heartless. the thought makes bile rise in the back of his throat.

he decides it must be the second, or something approximating it.

because when he thinks about it, maybe love is not meant to be lived clinging onto past moments, onto the glitter and glamour of a first meeting made sparkling, made magic by the tragedy of it all, the thought prickling in the back of both your minds that no matter how enchanting this conversation is (this connection, this world created of just the two of you), it, like all beautiful things, like all moments, is meant to end.

love is not built on frozen snapshots from the past, on connections made once, remade into a reality larger than life by folding and unfolding a memory’s polaroid until your mind gilds over the worn edges and creates an idea of a person, an expectation that living, breathing humans, perfect in their imperfections, could never hope to become.

love is a choice, he thinks. (he concludes. he chooses.) love is knowing that a single moment may be a tragedy from the start, in how transient, in how fleeting. love is knowing that one day, this will inevitably end. (their time together. this happiness. their concert, this song they share.) knowing, and choosing the present moment and the moments to come anyways, despite the endings to come, despite how futile it all may seem because what’s one moment, perfectly preserved, against a lifetime more, no matter how messy the memory ends up, no matter how blurry and flawed?

he will never see this smile of hers again, he thinks. not this one.

not this exact one, not her with her head tipped back, eyes not quite shut, hair falling free and playful from her messy bun, her thighs soft under his head, half-covered by her old hoodie, the one he thinks was once his, the hoodie she’s taken to wearing around the house as hers,

but what’s one smile against a lifetime’s worth?

.

.

.

(love is a promise. love means maybe you won’t get to keep every memory perfectly, but instead, you’ll share many more to come.)

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i liked the look of the definition first and didn’t wanna disrupt the flow of the ficlet aaaah but BASIA <333 thank you so much for this ask you’re the loveliest and ephemeral is just?? such a beautiful word that i think about far too much thank you for giving me the chance to explore it and muse about it through kiro’s eyes <33 hope you enjoyed !! ^^ ps love your writing toooo

(and special thanks to @aliaisreal again for masterminding the whole prompt meme it’s absolutely my favorite thing right now anyone and everyone pls feel free to send a word + genre/character my way <33) 

[autumnblogs]

Day 2: Symphony Impossible to Play

Picking up from yesterday, we just met Rose.

https://homestuck.com/story/220

Right out of the gate, here’s something interesting - another one where a character interacts directly with her medium! I wonder whose eyes she feels on her. Are Rose’s Seer powers allowing her to detect us watching her? Later on, it turns out that Kanaya was watching her all along during her intro. Maybe that’s who she senses? I think it’s possibly both of those, and a third option - Rose is a paranoid girl who doesn’t feel very secure in her own home, or comfortable in her own skin.

More after the break.

https://homestuck.com/story/223

John does a lot of roleplaying, and this is one of the earliest spots in the comic where he does this. Specifically, John performs a lot of his favorite scenes from different movies, and no surprise to anyone, almost all of the times he does, he’s performing either the role of a lover, or of a father. Malo, who I respect a lot, talks a little about John’s appreciation for signifiers here, along with some of their chums. I was going to say something about other points where John’s inner voice comments on the necessity of signifiers to make a thing itself (OR ELSE IT’S A PRETTY PISS POOR EXCUSE FOR THE THING) yesterday, but I didn’t have the thoughts fully formed at the time. Luckily, Malo will call attention to it for me.

This is another one of those weird things about the way that reality works, and it might all retroactively work that way because John expects it to work that way. Homestuck is full to bursting with symbols - everything in Homestuck is extremely abstracted as part of the art style, and also as part of the storytelling, often rendered down to some basic elements that make it recognizable. An example of something Homestuck uses as a symbol would be like, Mustaches - a symbol associated with Grandpa. Swords, symbols associated with Striders. The symbol doesn’t have to have any kind of literal logical association with the thing it represents, but we associate the two things with each other because of cultural context.

https://homestuck.com/story/225

I always liked Rose’s house best out of the group. There’s something deeply romantic to me about the premise of a wooded retreat far away from civilization. I’m pretty sure the Lalonde residence is based on Falling Water but I could be mistaken. As long as I’m thinking about Symbols, by the way, Cats are a Lalonde Symbol. Their presence in the story always evokes Lalondes even when they’re not in the room (which is not very often, as it turns out!) and by association, witches. Both of the Lalondes are witches in the sense of being powerful women who attain to that power by consorting with dubious and transgressive sources.

Rose is up front and melodramatic about her not so great relationship with her Mom, and it’s pretty much literally always on her mind. (Rose’s Mom is an alcoholic, and I should be clear that her relationship has lots of reasons to be not great, but Mom Lalonde deliberately being spiteful to Rose is not one of the reasons). I like to think there are a lot of these misunderstandings between parents and children and if that we were just a little more open with each other, we’d find that we didn’t have as much to be afraid of in each other as we think. But I might never know. Another one of my favorite series that has the inability of Parents and Children to communicate with each other as a central theme is Hideaki Anno’s Neon Genesis Evangelion and if you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend you go do so.

https://homestuck.com/story/231

The presentation of the Guardians is so unsettling that in my first readthrough, I thought they must be some kind of monsters artificially imposed into these characters’ obviously artificial lives to create difficulty for them. Clearly, I thought the story was going in a completely different direction than it actually ended up going.

https://homestuck.com/story/236

Rose does not always think her cunning plans all the way through, something she has in common with her biological father.

https://homestuck.com/story/271

I probably could have mentioned this funny little guy earlier than I did, but Wayward Vagabond is in the story now. I’m not totally clear on whether the Carapacians have any greater meaning, but they sure are charming, and like just about everything that isn’t specifically John and his friends, they exist on a layer of the story that is just a little further away from just the text, and a little closer to the audience - they can enter narrative prompts, much like you or I would have if we were involved in Homestuck’s earliest pages. As a rule in Homestuck, the more influence you personally have over the narratives which change the material conditions of the characters’ lives, the more sinister and ambiguous you become. Luckily, WV turns out to be a pretty benign guy, but if you’re the sort of person to be reading this, you are no doubt aware of the fact that most of Homestuck’s narrators don’t turn out to be nearly so friendly. The Carapacians introduce us to the idea that characters in the story are allowed to be audience members and narrators too. So I guess, really, that’s the greater meaning of the Carapacians.

https://homestuck.com/story/272

Always enjoy Rose’s long, outlandish metaphors. Any chance to read more of them is a good chance to. (Although the main one on this page is a holdover from some of the cringy stuff in MSPA’s early days - some of it slightly racist, some of it slightly homophobic.)

https://homestuck.com/story/287

Andrew’s insistence on having characters like Dave rap at us, the audience, actually reminds me a lot of JRR Tolkien’s tendency to pepper his stuff with songs that he wrote for his in universe stuff. And while both are legitimately talented at their craft, as one of my friends put it, “I’m not a rapper... so stop rappin’ at me!”

https://homestuck.com/story/293

Jade is another character whose first post I forgot to mention, but here she is having a bit more to say than before! I think I remember my initial impression of Jade being pretty favorable, and then gradually declining until she got a bit more exposition. Perky people bother me.

https://homestuck.com/story/307

Another one of Andrew’s cool prose poems. I don’t mind these as much as the rapping, clearly. Rain and Strings are another pair of symbols pretty strongly associated with Rose, although I hardly need to tell you that. This obviously alludes to Rose’s mythological quest. I think it also foreshadows a lot of her worst decisions. Rose overthinks and overthinks and overthinks, and then by the time she should have acted, it’s too late, and she overreacts instead, usually in catastrophic ways.

https://homestuck.com/story/312

Dave’s room isn’t nearly as messy as Rose’s, but his bed isn’t made, same as every other Derse Dreamer. This is also probably the first place that we get hints of Dave’s fascination with death (he collects dead things). He’s specifically fascinated with his own death, and fantasizing about self-sacrifice, something that he ends up doing twice over the course of the comic, is one of the ways that Dave experiences masculinity. Thanks for that, Bro.

https://homestuck.com/story/320

Dave almost immediately fails to uphold his irony schtick within just seconds of our getting to know him. For all that he pretends to the same extreme aloofness as his brother, I don’t think there’s an insincere bone in Dave’s body. Then again, maybe he’s just getting distracted by food, of which there is a significant dearth in his household. Thanks for that, Bro.

https://homestuck.com/story/326

I will never get back the time I spent reading Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff. Was it worth it?

Yeah probably.

https://homestuck.com/story/332

I think this is the very first time I’ve noticed that Dave has a nifty gaming computer with the transparent glass pane and the interior lights and everything. Like, this readthrough, this panel. I’m sure I mentioned somewhere that I get more out of this webcomic every time I read it.

https://homestuck.com/story/333

Dave and Rose are another character relationship I just enjoy tremendously. Their verbal sparring is one of the highlights of the webcomic.

https://homestuck.com/story/344

Bro’s puppet fascination tells us pretty early on that this is a hands-off, manipulative kind of guy. While Bro isn’t in a metanarrative layer the way that the Carapacians are, positioning him as a puppetmaster, controlling things from behind the scenes, still gives him the same kind of sinister ambiguity as one of the comic’s actual narrators.

https://homestuck.com/story/357

Far from being the kind of chill cooldude who kills with a straight face and doesn’t look at explosions, Dave kills a random bird and immediately feels remorseful about it. Poor kid.

https://homestuck.com/story/360

There is almost nothing worse than having someone perform interest in something you enjoy to try and influence you. Unfortunately, that is not what is taking place here. Rose is quick to assume malicious intent as she does a bit earlier when she tucks her journals under her bed because she feels like she’s being watched.

https://homestuck.com/story/369

Mom, sadly, giving your daughter oodles of presents and showering everything she does in ostentatious displays of affection is sadly not a substitute for earnest communication with her and your emotional presence. These two need to learn each other’s love languages. (Note to self. Not everybody enjoys lavish presents as much as I do.)

Roxy is a giver. That’s something that shows up time and again, especially when we meet her in person much later.

https://homestuck.com/story/377

Mom Lalonde performs femininity.

https://homestuck.com/story/382

Jade sees right through Dave.

In other notes, I think most of these kids would be way happier if their Guardians were more emotionally available, and less badass.

I’m going to come back to that and write more on it at some point instead of just alluding to it repeatedly. Maybe after Dave Strifes with his bro.

https://homestuck.com/story/389

Is Mom’s compulsive gift-giving because that’s her love language? Is she performing capitalism by giving her daughter extremely expensive gifts as a show of affection? Is it both things? (Roxy is never exposed to Capitalism except by the awesome powers of Dirk’s cached wikipedia archives, and her gift-giving tends to be significantly less ostentatious than Mom’s.)

https://homestuck.com/story/404

John roleplays some more.

https://homestuck.com/story/414

Here’s where I’ll say one of the things that I think is like a big deal, because I guess now’s as good a time as any. A lot of the roleplaying that John does, and the one-upsmanship that he and Dave do with each other, and Dave and Bro do with each other, and Mom’s ironic housewife routine, and the burial of Jasper in a mausoleum are rituals. Like symbols, they’re cultural touchstones that are ultimately empty when they no longer point to the thing that they signify. Funerals are grieving rituals. When a funeral doesn’t functionally serve the purpose of helping with grief, it becomes an empty signifier. Maybe this is how Mom grieved for Jaspers - I’ll have to check and see what Roxy thinks about it when I get that far, because I forgot.

We do a lot of stupid things in a monkey see monkey do fashion because we’ve just always done them that way, even when they were built for a completely different society, and no longer serve the same function that they used to serve. Big ostentatious funerals are like that, I think. Ideally, they’d give big families an opportunity to come together in mutual support, celebrate the joy brought to them by the deceased, demonstrate compassion to the grieving, and so on and so forth. I’m not prescriptively saying “don’t have a funeral” here, my point is just that funerals are one of those cultural narratives that I mentioned in the first post.

This funeral does not serve the function of helping Rose to grieve. It’s just kind of fucked up.

https://homestuck.com/story/415

Oh hey, Rose has more fish language attached to her - she earlier makes reference to her knitting-needle tech by saying that she thinks she could probably filet a fish with them. Here, she talks about having bigger fish to fry. Rose is associated with Water through her planet, the Land of Light and Rain, and with fish through Cetus. She’s also attached to other deep sea creatures in the form of the horrorterrors.

https://homestuck.com/story/420

I’m going to pause for now and post this since I’ve read through another roughly 200 pages of Homestuck this evening on the fortuitous page of 420. It probably helps that I started earlier than I did yesterday. Nanna’s about to give some exposition, and I already wrote my big brain take for the day so for now;

Cam signing off, alive and not alone.

[ashtonirwins]

fic writer interview

i was tagged by @quelsentiment <3 thank you 

name: nova / 28finelines 

fandoms: one direction, though i’ve also written things for aftg and just never posted them fjhdkjfgh 😳

where you post: ao3 & occasionally tumblr 

most popular oneshot: let’s get our snog on 😌

most popular multi-chapter: oh, god. the one that saves me. i have no idea why it got so popular but oh well. it was very cathartic at the time. 💞

favorite story you’ve written so far: i mean probably every universe but ours <33 i love it very much. 

fic you were nervous to post: all of them because i’m very shy ghdjgh probably every universe but ours again because i worked so hard on it and for so long. i was also nervous about hold on to me (i’m a little unsteady) because it’s quite personal to me, but i didn’t expect it to get any attention tbh i wrote it for myself. 

how do you choose your titles: they just come to me. they’re often taken from song lyrics or poetry but for the most part they just fall into my lap. choosing titles is one of the first things i do when writing a fic, though sometimes the title changes before i post it. every universe but ours was self explanatory and i had the title written before i had even put the line in the story itself. sometimes i take a line from the story that i just grew attached to and make it the title 

do you outline?: it depends! with some stories i just write and see where it takes me. i do that for most of my oneshots. though i might have a vague idea of where i want the story to go, i try not to worry about an outline until i’ve written the first draft. for things like every universe but ours, yes. i had to do a bit of outlining. i had a long list of AU ideas and i wrote snippets for each of them (even ones that didn’t make the final cut 👀) and then pieced them together. when i was about half-way through i wrote down a vague idea of what i wanted to happen in each universe and what their purpose was. 

complete: i honestly don’t know. i used to have a lot more on my ao3 that i deleted. i’d say at least 10? but there’s only 7 up now. 

in progress: i don’t post anything until it’s finished. though i do have an idea for something i might post chapter by chapter....... 

coming soon: my wmyb fic! it’s ridiculous crack. niall wears pink jean shorts. liam screams about space. zayn gets dizzy and almost breaks harry’s hand. it’s quite lovely and i’m excited to post it. 

not yet started: so many things. i’m rewriting the one that saves me. i’m also working on a dystopian soulmate au. a fake relationship au where louis is a drummer. (it’s very important to me.) a roadtrip au through space. and my temporary fix song fic. 

prompts: let’s get our snog on was a prompt!! but that’s about it. someone once asked me to write a fic where the characters don’t have their lives together and it’s okay and i am writing that. i’m always open for people to talk about fic tho. i love getting ideas. 

upcoming work you’re most excited about: probably the world we had in mind which is the roadtrip through space. it’s going to be a lot of work and a lot of research though so probably won’t be out until this time next year 😬 also this supernatural/fantasy au that i’ve got under wraps. 

thank you for tagging me, e! & if you’re reading this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged. <333

[afictionaladventure16]

58? Chris&Anthony&Seb x reader?! They are all at Disney World and they loose the reader!? Sooo much fluff and just a little angst please? Love you so much and I literally love reading everything you write!! You are so talented!!

Lost in Disneyworld (Avengers Cast x Teen!Reader) 

A/N: I had fun writing this one, but now I just want to go to Disneyworld or Disneyland with Seb, Chris, and Anthony… Anyways, hope you enjoy the fic!! I love you and thank you so much for reading my fics!

Cast members: Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan

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Warnings: small panic attack like super duper tiny, and fluff with some attempt of angst. 

Word Count: 901

58. “You lost her!?”

“What I say? That ride is the best in this park!” Anthony said as he walked out into the crowd, “now, you don’t have to say, but you will soon acknowledge that I was right.” He had convinced you to go on one of his favorite rides in Disney World, while Seb and Chris went to get some refreshments. You argued that the ride was the least best in the park and well, that caused Anthony to almost have a heart attack, “Y/N, are you mad at me or something girl?” Anthony turned around to face you but you weren’t there. He looked around trying to spot your familiar face in the crowd but he couldn’t find you he began to panic even more. “Shit, shit, shit!” He muttered to himself. He ran to the dining area where Seb and Chris said they’d meet you guys.

“You think they should be done soon? I’m starving,” Seb said as he glanced at his watch.

“Should be, that ride doesn’t have a long wait,” Chris said as he took a sip of water. “There they come,” Chris said as he spotted Anthony running over to them, “You guys racing or what?”

Anthony took a second to catch his breath, “I lost Y/N.”

Sebastian quickly stood up, “you lost her!?”

“Look, I’m sorry, man, I don’t know, one minute she was there and the next she wasn’t!”

“And you just left that area!? She could still be over there!” Sebastian went into full dad mode, although, he didn’t have children he thought of you as his own.

“I mean, is it really a bad thing? Getting lost in Disneyworld? It’s like every kid’s dream, I’m pretty sure it’s even Chris’s dream!” Anthony defended causing Sebastian and Chris to roll their eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay, we’ll just call her phon-”

“I have her phone,” Sebastian said to Chris as he took out your phone from his pocket, “because she was supposed to be with Anthony, she asked me to hold onto her phone so it wouldn’t fall out of her pocket.”

“Well, shit,” Chris muttered. Chris sighed as he pondered about an idea, “alright, let’s give her a few minutes, she knows she’s supposed to meet us here after the ride.” Anthony nods in agreement.

Sebastian sighed, “I can’t believe you lost her.” They waited a few minutes, but Sebastian began to grow anxious, “I’m gonna go see if I can look for her,” he said as he began to walk away. “You guys stay here just in case.”

You were trying your best to remain calm, but the huge crowds were not helping. “Don’t panic,” you kept telling yourself as you walked around the park, “I just have to find The Diamond Horseshoe.” The sounds of little kids screaming pierced through your ears, you let out a deep breath and continue walking, “I should’ve kept my phone with me.” You wished you had magic ruby shoes that you click your heels three times and just be wherever the guys are. But this wasn’t Kansas and you weren’t Dorothy nor did you have a dog named Toto.

You spotted a familiar face, you ran towards them, their face lighting up when they saw you, “Y/N!”

“Seb!” You exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around Sebastian, “I thought I was gonna die.”

He chuckled, “being a little over dramatic there kid, don’t you think?” You clung to him, feeling tears well up in your eyes, Sebastian heard your breathing become uneven, “hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re safe,” he said softly as he rubbed your back, “let’s get back to the others.” he let you cling to his side as you both walked over to The Diamond Horseshoe.

“Oh thank God!” Anthony expressed as he saw, he quickly walked over to you and pulled you into an embrace, “I am so sorry, kid, I thought you were next to me the whole time.” You rolled your eyes at Anthony.

“Come here,” Chris said softly as he took you from Anthony’s embrace, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“She had a small panic attack but she’s fine now,” Sebastian said, “we just know that she won’t be going anywhere with Anthony alone for a while.”

Anthony groaned, “I got kids of my own, I think I know how to take care of a child.”

“You’re the one that lost her!”

“Alright,” Chris said as he still held your embrace, his hand gently caressing your hair, “I think we shouldn’t split up anymore for the rest of the trip.”

Sebastian nodded in agreement, “I think that’s a wonderful idea, but right now an even better idea would be to get something to eat because I am starving.”

“I can tell,” you spoke up, “I heard your stomach growl all the way here.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “Whatever, let’s go as a group so we don’t lose one another… I mean, I’m okay with losing Anthony but Chris, you’re our map, man. We kind of need you.” This caused you to laugh. Sebastian smiled at you, “come on,” he gestured for you to follow him. Even after some small unfortunate events, you had fun throughout the rest of your trip in Disneyworld, especially with the three men you looked up to in your life. Three men that treated you as their own.

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[zynita]

My Decade in Books

I was tagged by the lovely @brightbeautifulthings and her blog is filled with exactly that, so please jump over and give her a follow.

The 2010's were good years - they weren't perfect by any means and they involved a lot of growing up/learning what it means to be an adult, but I think that I came out of them a much better person and better prepared for what the world has in store for me. Looking back, I read a lot of amazing books! When I went back to make my choices for this post I was surprised to find that I read 333 books from 2012 through 2019! 2012 was the year that I created my Goodreads account and since then I have used it to track my reading progress over the years, so looking back at 2010 and 2011 may be a bit hazy, but there are a couple of special reading moments near and dear to my heart that I can share. So let's get into this~

The Rules: Respond to the prompt “My Decade in Books” however you want and then tag some people! I decided to share a book and/or series which defined the year along with some of my memories/reasons as to for doing so. You can do that or make up a response that is entirely your own, there is no wrong way to go about it.

2010: Yep, like many I got caught up in the Twilight craze and while I still find sparkly vampires a bit odd/silly, this series did motivate me to start reading again on a regular basis. Prior to that, I had been in a car accident in the late fall/early winter of 2006 and then my daughter was born April 2007. Unfortunately, my mental health was not the greatest as I was dealing with post-partum depression in combination with my pre-existing depression and possible/slight post-concussive changes. In 2010 I was given a boxed set of the series as a birthday gift and reading it ultimately helped spark my interest in books again - this was one of the first steps to breaking out of my apathetic depression. I will always be thankful for Twilight because it showed me that I was still capable of feeling real living breathing changing emotions.

2011: This year was marked by the completion of my Associate's Degree in Accounting/Business Administration that spring and acceptance to continue studying accounting at the local state university. My daughter was 4 years old and about to start preschool. We were able to get a place of our own moving in with my wife (then girlfriend) into a cute 2-bedroom apartment - we became a family. One of the best memories I have from our time living there was how at night I would read the story of the boy wizard who lived in a closet under the stairs to our daughter. This series would go on to define so much of our lives as it became her favorite for a number of years - the first major book series she read entirely on her own, eventually going on to do so in Spanish as well. We became a small flock of Ravenclaws and she has bloomed into quite the reader herself. I will always have a soft spot in my heart and memory for this series because of the story it tells and for the part it played in our story.

2012: I previously read King's Dark Tower in the mid 2000's and the story deeply resonated with me. When I found out that King was planning to release a new Dark Tower book, The Wind Through the Keyhole, I knew that I had to reread the series. The series' story feels dark and gritty, the tale of a knight from a world that has moved on fulfilling his quest to reach the Tower, revered as the center of all worlds. There is a certain tragic nostalgic romance to the story of an old knight in a dying world haunted by his past questing with what initially seems to be an unlikely group, only to eventually come together as something more - as ka-tet. This is a series that I know I will return to in the future.

2013: If you go through my Tumblr history, specifically on my book blog, you will come across my reviews and a large portion of my reviews written in 2013 dealt with my read through of Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series - 22 books and 1 novella (Guilty Pleasures through Affliction). I first picked up Guilty Pleasures during a book sale in ~2011 and I recall reading it and a couple of the subsequent books (maybe 3 of them at most). At first, I was drawn in by Anita herself but when I came back to the books in 2013 and read the entire series I found myself intrigued by the many characters around Anita and her relationships with them. The series started as one thing and developed into something different - changing focus from a supernatural police procedural to being more character driven. This doesn't mean that Anita doesn't still go out and hunt the bad guys, but it is no longer the absolute main focus of the story and I am okay with that. Anita and her relationship struggles helped me to understand/come to terms with the concept that love isn't the same across all relationships, that people love differently and that is okay. It helped me to become comfortable in the knowledge that I can love others and it doesn't compromise/lessen the love that I have for my wife. For that reason alone, I will always have a strong admiration/fondness for Anita Blake. I plan on reading the two most recent releases (Crimson Death and Serpentine) some time this year!~

2014: This year was a very very difficult year for me and my wife and I spiraled into a deep depression. Due to my mental health difficulties I failed to complete my bachelor's degree program and had to leave school. I ultimately wound up doing nothing more than sleeping, playing video games, and attempting to read when I could. I remember that I was scrolling through Tumblr and I saw a post praising The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern - I was immediately enamoured with the cover, the starkness of the black/white/red, a circus, magic, and intrigue, I had to read it. My first read through took me 4 days because I never wanted it to end. This book helped me break a major reading slump through its beautiful lyrical prose of opponents turned lovers forged and bound within the fire locked behind the blackened gates of the traveling Les Cirques des Reves. I have read this book a total of 4 times and each time has only further deepened my love and appreciation for it - this book is my ultimate comfort read (though it may now have strong competition from her sophomore novel, The Starless Sea).

2015: At the behest of my love and my pseudo brother (I basically adopted him as the younger brother I never had) I picked up/started reading Robert Jordan's epic fantasy saga Wheel of Time which was ultimately completed by Brandon Sanderson following the death of Jordan. The series made up a great deal of my 2015 reading though I did make time for other books as well. What I particularly loved about the series was a combination of the richness of the world and the complexity of the characters. We witness these characters as they mature and grow into themselves ultimately becoming worthy of the title of ta'veren placed upon them by the Wheel. With the Amazon TV show on the horizon, I will likely pick up the series again and with subsequent readthroughs comes the opportunity to pick up on little things/foreshadowing that may have been missed before.

2016: This was another year where I didn't read a lot of books (only 38), but the majority of the ones I read were ones that I really enjoyed and Gail Carriger's Parasol Protectorate Series was a notable favorite. While I was working on my bachelor's degree I had the opportunity to take an upper division English course focused on Victorian Era literature and what started as a spark of interest became a warm comforting fire. Parasol Protectorate combined two genres which I had enjoyed on their own (historical fiction and paranormal/fantasy[?]) into something which felt entirely unique. I fell in love with the characters and thoroughly enjoyed the series - so much so that I have returned to Carriger's Victorian Era with my current read through of her Finishing School Series, an upcoming re-read of Parasol Protectorate, and a first time read through of the sequel series The Custard Protocol.

2017: So much of 2017 is honestly a blur... I was hired in July 2015 as a medical transcriptionist but over the following years would continue to gain increased responsibilities (with associated pay increases) allowing for some pretty notable things to occur leading up to my girlfriend and I getting married!~ We had been dating/living together in addition to having been friends for so much time before that it just made sense for us to get married and I can't picture my life without her in it. My favorite read that year was E.K. Johnston's That Inevitable Victorian Thing for so many reasons. The novel plays with history as we know it and speculates on what would have occurred had colonialism never taken root and instead a utopia was formed under the British Empire - an empire without racism, homophobia, and classism built upon mutual respect and harmony. This book is full of diversity/representation/LGBTQIA+/etc. while exploring identity, orientation, and relationships in a respectful/open-minded manner. I have already slated this book for a re-read as soon as I finish my current read through of Carriger's works.

2018: This book is probably one of the most important books I have ever read. I can't remember how exactly I came across it but I knew that I had to read it as soon as I read the synopsis. I then shared it with my daughter (who was then 11 years old) and we decided to buddy read it. This book...this is the book that I wish I had had the opportunity to read when I was that same age attempting to learn about and understand my own sexuality. This book has also allowed my wife and me to have a continuing, open dialogue with our daughter (now turning 13 in April). I actually Tweeted this basic sentiment to Ms. Blake upon finishing the book and she actually replied to me!~

Since then my daughter has read the book multiple times and we bought her a hardback copy for Christmas. Maybe one day we can attend a signing and thank Ms. Blake for Ivy's story personally.

2019: My favorite of read of 2019 was Elizabeth Wein's Code Name Verity. ((I know, I could have easily posted and gushed about Erin Morgenstern's The Starless Sea which I absolutely love but given that I had previously mentioned The Night Circus I felt it prudent to discuss something else.)) When I was book blogging in 2013-2014 I remember seeing a lot of posts talking about it and its unique approach to storytelling. I remember picking up the ebook but I was so caught up in reading other things at the time that it sat on my TBR shelf. Fast forward to last year and I finally decided to take the time and read it. Color me 100% floored and angry at myself for waiting so long to read it! I fell absolutely in love with Verity/Julie, with the story that she wove, with the friendship between her and Maddie. The synopsis describes the book as "harrowing" and "beautifully written," descriptors that I wholeheartedly agree with. My wife knew how much I enjoyed it and I received a copy of the hardback edition which will eventually grace my bookshelf (sort of kind of need to buy one first).

So that is My Decade in Books! I am very bad about tagging people in things, but if you saw the post and feel so inclined to make one of your own please do and tag me in it to check out. If you stuck through this post to the end, I greatly appreciate it and wish you well in the new reading decade.

*Zyn/Melanie*

[saastrac]

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