#This took so many days to finish but look how much I am IMPROVING

[professor-walnut]

Pokemon go keeps giving me weather warnings saying it isn’t safe to play in the heatwave. So thought I’d give them all a day off to stay indoors and eat junkfood and chill to beat the heat. u-u <3 They deserve this.

[wutheringmights]

After I finished reading The Epic of Gilgamesh today, I entered a fugue state where I sat down and read the entirety of Alanna: The First Adventure by Tamora Pierce.

On the record, I have had a lifelong love and adoration for Pierce's Tortall books. I first read the Song of the Lioness quartet when I was 11, and they rewrote my brain. I love them so much. I reread them and the other Tortall books on a semi-frequent schedule.

It's been a while since I reread any of the Alanna books, if only because my sister took our shared copies when she moved out. I've been meaning to buy my own set for a long while now but haven't been able to justify the purchase. The other week, I just so happened to find the first two volumes at my local indie bookstore. I bought them immediately, as well as ordered the third and fourth book. (And discovered that the store owner knows me by name-- when I went to pick up my order, she saw me and said, Hi Frankie! I got your books over here.) (I may be spending too much money there.)

So I have been in a bit of an emotional rut these past few weeks. Work sucks. Life stinks. The temptation to run off to Tortall and curl up in the fantasy story that captivated me as a kid has never been stronger.

Ergo, I ran off to read the first book as soon as I could.

If you're looking for any critique of this book, series, or Tortall in general, I will never give it. Sure, it's problematic and dated, and in many ways imperfect, but someone else can list out all of its issues. They're all perfect to me.

Anyway, the book. I should say something about this book in particular.

One thing I appreciate about Pierce's writing is how she handles school settings in fantasy. Learning and training is so mundane. All of her heroines have to work hard and put in extra hours of study in order to improve, much less keep up with their peers. It's so normal that it circles around to being weirdly refreshing.

Also, there is still no other fantasy author who handles period talk and birth control the way Pierce does. We make fun of the trope of fantasy birth control nowadays, but I rarely see it presented as it is here: as a part of normal puberty lessons and given long before sex is in the girl's radar. And even today with the glut of YA fantasy stories out there, I still have yet to see menstruation be portrayed as frequently or as bluntly as Pierce writes it.

There was a period of time publishers really tried to push the Tortall books as straight YA, which doesn't work for that reason alone. You gotta market them to middle schoolers. They're the ones just starting puberty talks, and getting scenes like this is so good for their brains.

Moving on: I fucking love these characters. Alanna was an icon of brash, temperamental heroines that have shaped my taste to this day. I love how even in the first book, Jon is kinda shitty. I adore George Cooper. Talk about a taste maker the way this man sets a standard.

I just can't be coherent when it comes to any Tortall books. I have no thoughts. Head empty. I am going to binge the rest of this series as quickly as I can before my library book comes in. Then normal book content will resume.

Before I go, I need to talk about the book covers.

Growing up, my sister and I had these covers:

Which, god. I love them. The black is striking. The art is incredible. Alanna looks so good. They were the perfect pocket-size too. I was going to buy the same edition for my copies, but instead I got the 40th anniversary reprints:

Not bad at all! These books have had some seriously bad covers, and these look great! Very anime, which will appeal to the 11 year olds who need to have their socks rocked by this series.

But, man. I really miss those black covers. One day I will splurge and buy a second set of them just so that I can stare at the art.

[oneecheri]

Late night confessions with Mattheo Riddle

Genre: Fluff, mild language. ( with a smoking problem )

Ship: Mattheo x Reader, no usage of name.

Word count: 884 words.

Song: Shameless

Notes: Please do provide me with feedback, how can I improve my writing and/or if you like the story or not. I originally wanted to post my writings on TikTok but at the end decided to open a tumblr page so I’m new. Pls give me some love babes. Also, the pictures are from Pinterest but the writing is mine. Enjoy!

“I am sorry Y/N.” Mattheo breathed out a puff of smoke as his gaze was fixed on the stars. You were a little far from him, both leaning against the cold walls of the astronomy tower.

“I had no right to ruin your studies with that guy.” He then turned to you and met your cold gaze meant for him.

“Please don’t look at me like that… say something… your silence is killing me.” His searching gaze wandered between your eyes, nose and lips. He lowered his head, taking another deep puff from his smoke.

“Yes, you had no right to do that Riddle…you humiliated me….” you let out and got closer to him, your voice cold as ice sending him uncomfortable shivers.

“Under which title…for which reason?”

He let out a chuckle turning his body towards yours. “As a friend?”

You shook your head and put your manicured fingers on your hips, urging him to continue.

“Acquaintances?”

Your heart beat rapidly increased due to his warm brown orbs never leaving yours.

So you were glad that it was the night time.

He couldn’t see the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Fuck… House mates?” He tried harshly itching his neck.

“But I, hell sure, am not regretting that.” He spat out while searching for some sort of feeling in your eyes. His gaze accidentally dropping to your pursed shiny lips.

“You got detention because of that…plus he had a girlfriend, so your jealousy was good for nothing, dear.” You smirked trying to get on his nerves.

He tsked and threw his finished cigarette down, crushing it with the tip of his shoe.

“I am - I was not…” He looked at you and felt his chest tighten from all the love within.

“Okay you win baby, I was jealous as hell.” He admitted tipping closer to where you were leaning towards the wall.

“I had no title and no right to punch that guy too, I know.” He continued getting closer to you his right hand fisted and a few veins popping on his neck.

“But he was too close, too close.” He stood tall over you, making you look up through your lashes.

“I am sorry that I made you mad, dear.” He gently touched your chin, slowly moving your head higher, and your bodies closer.

“Mattheo…” you whispered, closing your eyes.

Hearing your alluring whisper, he seemed to get out of the trance he had in your captivating eyes.

He whispered some curses, hardly pulling himself away from you. His fisted hand seemed to open by itself, trying to get himself a new cigarette from his jacket in a rush.

You gently stepped closer to where he had moved, and held his hand.

“Mattheo…” he looked at your hand holding his and gulped lowering his head.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t… it’s going to be too many for a day. You’ve had a lot…cigarettes… today.”

The thought of you paying attention to him, let alone counting the amount of cigarettes he had, made his heart flutter, suddenly butterflies erupting.

“Why?” He whispered.

“It’s gonna be too much.” He held your hand suddenly his eyes going wide. Your hands were freezing. He gently took both your hands into his large palms, puffing out hot air, trying to warm them up. You couldn’t stop the smile that found its way on your face and mouthed him a ‘thank you.’ Your eyes not leaving each other for a few seconds.

“I…” he started, suddenly feeling short on air.

“I’m not the best dude out there.” He tilted his head up, staring at the stars, not meeting your gaze. “I like fighting, cigarettes. I like cuts and bruises that show my victory on others. I like fast cars and parties…” he breathed out, his eyes closing in a flood of mixed feelings.

“Yet you…” he opened his eyes, directing them at you. “You’re the most gentle, calm and loving person I have ever seen in my entire life.” You smiled which made him smile in return. You noticed his hands stop shaking and mentally noted to hold his hands whenever he seemed to go overdose with his smoking.

“You hate fighting and you’re afraid of blood. You always put plasters on my victory medals…”

“I guess you mean cuts and bruises all over your face!” You scoffed making him let out a dry chuckle. “I guess.”

“Look I am sorry for everything.”

“What?”

“I won’t ever do something like this and humiliate you…”

“Mattheo…”

“I will keep myself away from you…” he gulped and stepped away from you. His eyes getting blurry and body almost loosing balance.

“You are so stupid!” You yell, tears suddenly settling on your eyes.

“What…” he whispered, stopping and turning back to face you again.

“Yeah…” He let his eyes close as you stepped closer to him, your hands landing on his chest and hit him.

“You’re so dumb!” You yelled again, a single tear escaping your eyes.

“You can’t feel my love.”

“No.” He whispered and held your wrists, pressing soft kisses on each.

“Really…” He cupped your face and brought his forehead against yours.

“I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too Mattheo.” And with that, he wiped your tears making you feel back alive that midnight.

[honeygrahambitch]

"One day you will have to tell me how your adversity towards lamb meat has commenced." Hannibal said as he watched Will washing the dishes. He grabbed a towel to dry them.

"We had this lamb." The response came unexpectedly. Hannibal believed Will would just make a snarky remark and change the subject, just like he always did when it came to things that were actually deeply rooted. "When I was a kid, I mean. I named him Popcorn."

Hannibal realized the story wouldn't have a happy ending. "Because of what he looked like or did he actually have a preference for popcorn?"

"Both." Will said and even though Hannibal could not see his expression, he could tell there was a bittersweet smile on his lips. "His mother died soon after he was born. And we became very attached to each other. My mom was very much alive but it's not like it made a difference."

Hannibal felt a note of resentment in Will's tone.

"So you and Popcorn were both lonely. You had that in common."

"Indeed. I learnt to sneak him into my bedroom. He even learnt to be quiet when we were inside. He was quite smart now that I think about it." Will took a break for a few seconds and Hannibal noticed the way his fingers tightened their grip on the dish he was holding, his knuckles turning white. "My dad would often get drunk. I learned that hiding into the barn through the sheep was my only escape."

Hannibal frowned at the image of a young Will have to run away from a drunk violent father. He put down the dish he was drying and opened one of the kitchen cabinets. He grabbed a whiskey bottle and two glasses.

"Your mother was distant and your dad was violent."

"My relationship with my dad improved after my mother left one day. He was more sober. Anyway, doctor, this is not about my relationship with my parents, as much as you would love to hear that." Will said and imagined the way Hannibal was smiling, guilty in charge behind him.

"I love to listen to everything you say, Will. I am not only hearing." Hannibal said. "And then?"

"And then what? Ah, right." Will said and cleared his throat. "Popcorn grew at some point so sneaking him indoors became impossible. His horns were showing and he learnt that he could try them on me. Got a lot of bruises cause I never saw him coming."

"Sounds like you ruined a lot of trousers."

"Oh, trust me, I did. I got into a lot of trouble because of that." Will replied and remembered how many times he had tried to make up excuses about why his pants were so messed up. They were poor, but for as kid it didn't make sense why his parents would get so angry.

"One day I came from school and I wanted to go see Popcorn, just like I usually did. It was raining so my dad insisted that I get inside and see Popcorn after dinner."

Hannibal listened in silence as he felt like the story was approaching its end. "We had dinner and then I sneaked out to go look for Popcorn. And I couldn't find him anywhere. So I asked my dad."

"No." Hannibal heard himself whisper.

Will let out a deep sigh.

"He wasn't sober. He laughed and told me that Popcorn was in my stomach by now."

"Oh, dearest."

"So to answer your question, that is why I don't eat lamb. And to answer your unasked question, yes, I would like a glass of whiskey."

When Hannibal said nothing, Will turned to face him. He hadn't moved an inch since Will had finished his story.

"Are you okay?"

"I imagined this would be the way it would end." Hannibal said. "I am sorry you had to go through all of that. Can I ask you something."

"Yeah?"

"Why did you decide to tell me now about it? You always brush it off."

"I just felt like sharing it. And I knew you wouldn't find it stupid."

"Darling, of course not." Hannibal said as he welcomed Will into his arms. "And it also answers my other curiosity."

"Which is that?" Will said as he buried himself into Hannibal's shoulder.

"I now understand why you don't eat popcorn either."

"Did you make a list of everything I don't eat?"

"Mentally, yes. I pay lots of attention to your preferences."

"I am not even surprised."

[daisybell17]

New Years with Loki hc’s:

He would be so confused on why this was such a big deal to many midgardians…its a new year…so what?

Besides his confusion, he loved new years eve parties, and with you it just makes it 100x better

His first new years eve party was hosted by Tony Stark so of course it did not disappoint

He wore a nice black suit with hints of green silks inside his coat jacket. You on the other hand wore a tight fitting dress, also having hints of green through glitter spread around the dress

Loki could not keep his eye off you

The night was filled with great conversation, food, drinks and celebration of the year that passed by and the year to come

Loki kept hearing about “resolutions” and of course when it came to Midgardian things he did not understand, he would ask you

“Why is everyone asking me my “resolutions”? From Stark to the spider boy to even the arrow guy…what is a resolution darling?”

“Well a new years resolution is something people make as a sort of change in their life, sometimes they’re big, sometimes small. It’s just something people make as the new year comes, since its like a restart of everything”

“That sounds…odd, why do people wait till new years to make a change, just do it now”

“I cant really answer that honey, everyone is different, plus I have my own resolution”

His eyebrows raised at your response “You do? Enlighten me my dear”

“Yea one of my new years resolution is to spend more time reading, hopefully finishing books i have been putting of. I guess mine is small but it is some improvement…you should make something!” You encouraged him as to bring in the new years spirit

“Me? Improvement? Make a resolution? Darling I don’t need one. I’m perfect. duh” He snickered

You laughed at his response “You know there isn’t such thing as perfection, thats what makes life beautiful, its always changing and you find the beauty in it…plus, even perfection such as yourself can always self improve somewhere”

“That defeat the whole purpose of perfect, I don’t need some resolution…i am PERFECT darling!” He kisses your cheek as he finished his stance

“Okay! Whatever you say honey”

The night goes on as normal but of course your words linger Loki’s mind…and he took a minute to do some reflection…i mean he knew he was perfect, but even perfection has room for self-improvement…hmmm..

As the final 10 minutes of the year approached, your tipsy self found Loki and fell onto him

“Woah! Darling you ok?” He says as he holds you up

“YUP JUST TIPSY! …its a-almost n-new years…i need to be sober for our kisssssss”

“Kiss? I can kiss you right now you know”

“nOOOO new years eve kiss! I need water…NOW”

Loki rushes to get you water to get you back to being sober and by the time you gathered yourself and your thoughts, there was about 3 minutes to go

“OKAY IM GOOD! so basically a new years kiss is when we kiss once the clock hits 0! so basically…an i love you kiss, happy new year! Ya get it?”

Loki nods…he would kiss you any day at any time but he knew to wait, this was special to you as he could tell

As everyone gathered and the clock counted down, you and Loki stood together side by side

“10….9…8…7!”

Loki watches as everyone was here, celebrating the past and the future, all in the present moment…

“6…5…4...3!”

As the last 3 seconds ticked by, he took one good look at you. He knew how the past year had been for you…filled with so much good, too much bad in his opinion but amazing moment you both shared…and he couldn’t wait to see what the future brought for you in your own right, but for where you both will be and the memories to be created…he couldn’t wait

“2…1! Happy New Year!” Everyone cheered, screams of happiness filled the room and hugs and love was spread all around

You looked up at Loki and awaited for him to kiss you, which he did once you gave that glance that drove him insane

As the kiss went on, Loki felt nothing but happiness…how lucky is he to be with someone like you? What a lucky god he is….

Pulling away, you hugged Loki and watched as the fireworks went of and your friends greeting one another, you and Loki also greeting back

The excitement slowly died down and many went back to partying and drinking…Loki looked at you “Darling…I have a resolution”

You looked at him happily “You do?! You wanna share or keep it to yourself?”

“No no…you should know…My new years resolution is to make us happier…build us closer to our future…and of course…love you more and more each day…”

Looking at Loki, your eyes welled up in happy tears and you kissed him once more “Oh i’m so lucky to be with you…my love, I love you so much”

“I am just as lucky as you…I love you too…happy new year” He says with a smile as he held you close

[teacasket]

AITA for upstaging my partner’s aunt?

u/Complacent_Chicken915

genre: fluff au: non-idol au warnings: swearing word count: 0.7k   pairing: gn!reader x lee felix

Throwaway for obvious reasons. I (28M) am married to my partner (28). We dated for six years and got married this year. I’ve met their family many times at parties and gatherings. I used to bring brownies to the events but stopped after my partner’s Aunt Camille made rude comments about them. Before anyone asks, my brownies aren’t bad. I used to work part-time at a bakery in college, so I have some professional experience. The cousins love them, my in-laws love them, everyone but Camille thinks they’re great.

Some backstory about Camille: Camille is not her real name. It’s the name she picked for herself when she studied abroad in France thirty years ago in college. Camille thinks that because she spent three months in France, she’s more cultured about dessert than anyone else. She constantly talks shit about any dessert she didn’t make.

I stopped bringing my brownies because I was fed up with her comments. People were disappointed, but Camille’s so annoying that they understood. I just started dropping off the brownies at their houses instead.

During the last big family party three months ago, one of the cousins brought a homemade black forest cake. Of course, Camille belittled her. She made a sixteen year old girl cry! I usually try to stay out Camille's way, but what the fuck???

Last month, Camille invited us to her birthday party. We weren’t planning to go at first. But last night, Camille posted on Instagram the finished cake. To be honest, it looks ugly. For all her talk, she doesn’t know anything about decorating. So I decided to improve on her cake. After all, it’s her birthday.

Well, the party happened, and I brought a three tiered lemon cake with piped sunflowers. I even made some macarons for it. It was a pain in the ass to make, but it was all worth it to see Camille’s face when I walked in. Some of the family hadn’t seen the actual cake yet since Camille had it hidden away as a surprise, so they thought my cake was the birthday cake. Camille was livid, screaming at me for “upstaging me on her special day” and that she “knew [I] was an asshole from day one.” Her mom tried to calm her down, but she just got more upset. My partner and I left soon after.

I got a few angry texts later saying I shouldn’t have provoked her because I knew how she would react. Cakes are her thing too, so extra salt in the wound. I’ve been feeling a little guilty since other people are dealing with the blowback, not me. My partner doesn’t think I did anything wrong, but they also hate Camille, so I don’t know if I can trust their judgment on this. So Reddit, AITA?

Edit: Just wanted to answer a couple of questions. My partner was completely supportive of me making the cake. In fact, they showed me the post and suggested this was how I could get back at her. Yes, they’re petty, and that’s why I love them.

Partner’s family has always enabled Camille. It’s easier than confronting her, and they don’t want to cut her off because she’ll have no support system if they do. It’s mostly the older generation. The “kids,” aka the younger ones who are sick of her shit, want nothing to do with her but put up with it her for family’s sake.

We left the cake at her party. I don’t know what happened to it.

Edit 2: For privacy, I can’t share any pictures of the cake, but I promise mine was much better.

Update: The cousin who made the black forest cake texted me and said she liked the cake. She asked if I could give her some piping tips. No word from Camille yet, but her brother called to apologize for her behavior.

Update 2: A few people texted their support, and an uncle apologized for his angry texts. Partner thinks I shouldn’t accept it, but the thought still counts. Apparently, my in-laws took the cake home. They said it was delicious.

Update 3: Camille called and screamed at me some more. Until I apologize, she won’t attend any more family gatherings if I’m there, so I guess I won’t be seeing ever again, thank God. Thanks for all your feedback and comments.

[nekoannie-chan]

Getting to know each other again

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 400 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: All Steve wants is to get you back.

Major Tags: Fluff, angst, mention of amnesia.

Additional tags: This is my gift to @sinceimetyou. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GABY!

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Steve woke up agitated again. Again, he had that nightmare about the day you disappeared and how your body vanished between his fingers. If they had left him, he would have finished off Thanos himself with his own hands.

He had searched through many books, through your things, everywhere. He needed a solution, a way he could bring you back.

The emptiness of being without you was enormous, and nothing could fill it. He tried to occupy his mind with different activities, but one way or another, everything always came back to you.

Several times he thought that there must be some way to go back in time, and he didn't even care if he had to start all over again; he was able to do whatever it took to bring you back.

He ran as fast as he could when he saw they were coming back. He didn't want you to be alone; it would probably be too confusing. He didn't have much time to think about how he was going to explain to you what had happened.

He stopped when he was close; he took a breath; he needed to calm down first; you couldn't see him so upset either; although it was obvious that he couldn't hide what had happened, he couldn't wipe the passage of time from his face.

“Y/N," Steve said carefully.

You looked at him confused; you didn't know what had happened.

“What happened? What am I doing here? “you questioned, looking around you. Steve was about to answer you when you interrupted him. “Who are you?"

Now Steve was the one who was confused, but then he remembered that maybe there was a slight possibility that you had suffered a blow to the head just before you disappeared; in fact, you were unconscious when he hugged you before you vanished.

He bit his lip, trying to contain all the feelings that were welling up inside him. He managed to convince you to go with him.

"Y/N has amnesia." Those words kept echoing in Steve's head, but he wasn't going to give up hope, not this time; somehow he was going to make you regain your memory, and if not, then he was going to make you get to know each other again, like in the beginning, until you fell in love with him again.

He wasn't going to lose you again.

[maleyanderecafe]

Good day! I was wondering if your review on Restart Heart has changed after the new demo came out recently? If you haven't played it yet, I suggest trying it out and letting us know what you think of it.

After trying my hand at the updated demo, I can safely say that my personal opinion has changed quite a bit since the very first version. The MC seems a touch more like an insufferable prick now with how rude they are towards some characters, how "Mary Sue" they act in given situations, and how they overreact to certain events occurring around them. Their inner thoughts and rational thinking are nothing like mine as well, but that's more of a personal thing. While I'm aware it's currently still a demo and these events aren't considered "canon" by the dev, it isn't exactly doing a good job at persuading me to try out the finished version of the game once it comes out.

I do like that there are more than one "main" yandere now, however unfortunately none of the other characters aside from Ezra and Sammy really appeal to me. Each character seems very "stereotypical" and play into a very specific trope, but it's been like that since the first release so I'm not too bothered by it. I guess I was hoping for more developed and interesting characters in the update and got let down with the lack of improvement from the first version.

I'm also unsure how I feel about how overly "woke" the demo is trying to be? The overuse of Arabic phrases by Bess seems somewhat out of place and repetitive, so many characters are overtly trans or use their ethnicity as a base for their personality (especially seen on tumblr), the NSFW scenes [in the first version] feel like I was being babysat with the constant "consent check ins" and boundary implementations, and characters like Steph talk about their job [a pornstar] as though it's something to glorify or romanticize. The game's job is to make these characters appealing enough for us to pursue but I can't get over how forced/unnecessary their backstories and personalities feel. I'm transmasc myself but I'm put off by these constant reminders being shoved in my face at every turn, especially on the official tumblr page. I like that these sorts of things are being represented in a positive way (much less in a visual novel where it's so rare), but I don't like how constant and overplayed they are.

I will say that the writing has definitely improved in the new demo and it doesn't feel as overtly casual with the grammar and punctuation anymore (almost as if the narrator was texting me rather than talking to me). The characters have established connections with the MC now which I like, though I understand that this may not be everyone's cup of tea. The new CGs are nice too, however I won't comment on the updated art style since I personally prefer the scratchy anime style of games like TKATB, Mushroom Oasis, and even 14DWY [the first version]. I've always liked the music used and the GUI looks good, so I didn't mind not seeing much of an update for them in the new demo.

Overall, I have mixed feelings but I'm hopeful and optimistic that the finished version will be much better if the updated demo is anything to go by. I also hope there won't be a price tag on the finished product because as good as it is now, there is still so much that needs to be improved on to justify even a $5 label. These are my personal thoughts, though I'd love to hear yours as well.

It took me a while to replay the new demo and then find the older demos since it's no longer on the itchio page (There is still a link for the third day, but I had to watch epsylion's video on the fourth day, which excludes some routes). I admit that while I am generally aware of what is going on with various vns and their updates, I haven't had time to really go through and play most of them, so if there is a game that I have gone over before but it has updated, feel free to send me an ask.

Restart Heart seems to have an interesting conception, with the game going up to it's fourth day, before eventually being pulled back into a shorter demo that encapsulates the first day, likely to revamp and improve on the game as a whole. As such, I'm not sure if I've missed anything specifically as I'm not on the patreon . As a quick recap, the general plot of the first demo was that the MC, Sugar basically went on a huge party rager after finding out their ex fiance cheated on them and got their younger sister pregnant. As a result, the four days that we do spend with Sugar and the other characters are generally Sugar attempting to get back on their feet with the help of Ezra and the other characters, Bess, Blaire, Sammy, Chris and Steph along with sleeping with some of them if you so choose to. The new demo is a bit similar but only covers Sugar before finding out about the cheating, with them having a smaller interaction with the rest of the crew at the chocolate place they work at (namely that they almost got crushed by a bunch of staplers).

I think compared to the four day version of Restart Heart, I actually prefer this new demo's Sugar to the old one, though that's likely going to change once they find out about the cheating that's going on. While I understand that Sugar is going through a generally horrible situation of someone cheating on them, I also find their behavior kind of hard to deal with and not that much fun to play with. This is just my general gripe with a lot of yandere vns, not just Restart Heart in particular, where the MC tends to be very cynical and dislikes doing... well anything, which to me is a touch tedious and kind of annoying at times. I also feel like from the four day version, they feel a lot more bitter and angry (again due to the break up) but also coddled very heavily as well. Understandably it is nice to have someone who is able to care about you and try to make things feel better when everything feels like it's falling apart, but to me it still feels very infantalizing in some aspects, with every character seemingly trying to nurse Sugar back to feeling better. It's likely more of a me thing since I've always been the type of person to drag myself back up by my feet, rather than attempt to rely too much on other people. In the new demo, Sugar has yet to experience this (at least from what I can tell) so is generally more stable and less prickly. I don't think it's particularly Mary Sue like in the new demo, considering that I feel like if my friend almost got crushed by a bunch of staplers, we'd all run over there too and make sure that they're okay, though I can see where you're coming from since most of the characters are revolving around Sugar in that sort of way. It's hard to say what kind of characters the Restart Heart gang will be considering that it is still a demo, but considering it did have four days already out, I can see what you mean. We don't get to see too much into their lives (outside of Blaire, I think which probably has the most characterization out of Chris and of course Ezra). It would be nice for them to do other things as well like go out on dates or just hang out more one on one (like going to hang out at the library with Sammy, for instance) to get to know them a bit more.

Interesting take on it. I did notice that Bess uses a lot of Arabic phrases, kind of like someone who is trying to learn the language and is attempting to use it in their every day life so that they can remember it. I don't think that specifically was the intention, but it did come off like that for me. I'm not really sure what you mean by "overtly trans or use their ethnicity as a base for their personality", do you mean as more of like that's their main personality trait? A very minor confusion I have with the game is the use of pronouns that are attached onto the characters. That in itself isn't really a problem but it does seem a touch redundant because there is a character bio for all of the characters that already has the pronouns on it. Not anything huge, but it is a strange decision to make. The checkins for nsfw content is generally a thing that happens in a lot of r18 yandere vns, but I do get that it does feel very babysitting like, especially if it's something that happens after the initial agreement.

I do agree that the writing has improved a lot more, with the characters written in a more lifelike manner and feels more like they have known Sugar for a while. I also agree that it's nice that they have more stronger connections to Sugar this time around. I think the music is good, though I do wish that they would change it up more since the same soundtrack repeated does make it a bit tiring (though this is likely just a demo thing). Lilith did a good job of coding everything as expected, especially with the pronoun, name, partner, nickname choices in the very beginning. There is a lot of variation for people who want to be called a specific way during the NSFW parts (though admittedly I don't really like most of them since well, I prefer submissive yanderes). They are doing a lot of projects right now, so it is hard to say when the full version will come out and what the quality will be right now. Hopefully it will come out well though, and there will be more yandere content that I can shift through.

[presidential--suite]

My 2023 Year in GIFs

(Look at how much I've improved 😍)

Jan: Otherwise known as Trey's titties. This gif was the winner on that set and I mean...we know why. Also inspired a later set...This is a very juicy source vid, damn. Look at him.

Feb: The only set I made in all of February! Made for AME when someone found this video and we freaked out because shiny shirt in action!

March: My Cannibal month for sure. Fell in love with Alferd here 💖 All the sets were Cannibal! themed. (And blurry as all fuck.) I need more ship content *sigh*

April: This was the month I became obsessed with Les Claypool. We have all witnessed my progression deeper and deeper into being a Pooler haha. This was the first set I made of him.

May: My birthday month! Trey smiling: my favorite subject 😍 He's so beautiful and vibrant. Could use a sharpen. Didn't know how to do that yet lol.

June: This set is prob the most popular thing I ever made on here and the only thing I turned off notifs for. And I think it's only at like 230 notes. What a loser. Had to crop these so awkwardly to get the watermarks out.

July: More product of challenges 💖 I actually bought this clip just to get the little smile shown here. Never before seen footage, unless you watched live of course. Wow, so valuable. This set taught me my most valuable lesson: how to get around the black screen of death.

Aug: Concert month!!! Very fun doing a whole 24 hours of the 25th anniversary. 😍 Made these little cut outs to practice adding images. First time I ever did that.

Sept: Les birthday this month; I left work early just to finish all these lol. Never worked so hard on tumblr things before. 24 hours of birthday stuff. This was my favorite set because, God, he's so ethereal. 😇

Oct: To help with my PLBD, AME gave me a new activity: Lestober, in which I made so many new Les things on my 2nd blog. 😍😍😍 Of course the gif is from that (prompt: fave music video). Don't think I did anything else that month, gif wise.

Nov: What was November? Just more Les stanning. You can tell I've run out on M&T stuff that hasn't been done to death. On the other hand I have hours of Les footage that's never been gifed. 🤷‍♀️

Dec: Advent month!! Didn't actually make any m&t gifs for that though haha. I did have a 25 days of gifs going on the 2nd blog (spurring from the hours of footage...) So lots and lots of Les. Also peep how much nicer this one is...I learned how to fucking make things nicer ughhhhh Only took 2 years.

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Innocence- Aemond X OC

Summary: War is an ugly thing; Something that is common knowledge to all and yet something people resort to anyway when conflicts arise. It was not something Eirlys Velaryon wanted though, nor what Aemond Targaryen wanted as well. It was a war they were dragged into, and suffering they had to endure for crimes they were innocent of.

Warnings: Smut [18+ minors DNI]

Masterlist

Part 7

"Are you quiet certain you don't want me to accompany you?" Aemond asked once again as he lazily sprawled himself on Eirlys' bed while she packed a few of her essentials. He'd offered to help but made no effort to do so as of yet "at the very least only until you're within a few leagues away from the castle"

"Yes I am certain ñuha prūmia" (my heart) Eirlys sighed as she assured him yet again for the fifth time that evening "I'm not flying to war, I'm simply making a short trip to visit my family"

"Your valerian has improved I see" the prince grinned at her and the term she'd used to address him with "nyke kessa bardugon naejot ao tolvie tubis" (I shall write to you every day)

"hae kessa nyke" (as will I) Eirlys smiled. She figured Aemond was only jesting while she was in truth being serious about writing to him, just as a form of assurance that she had reached Dragonstone safely.

"We're going to be wed soon" Aemond simply stated.

"We are" Eirlys replied.

"Are you done packing your things?" The boy asked as he leaned back into the softness of the pillows "come lie here with me"

"It would get done a lot faster if you actually helped, like how you said you would" the princess muttered in annoyance as she put away another one of her many dresses "all you've been doing is eating my ear off"

"Something else you'd like me to eat then?" Aemond inquired with a smirk as he propped himself up by his elbows to glance at Eirlys "tell me what other use I could put my mouth to"

"You're disgusting" the younger girl laughed as she reached for a cushion and flung it at him which Aemond effortlessly caught with one hand without flinching.

"Oh am I now?" He raised a brow as he placed the cushion beside himself "wasn't disgusting last night when I was in between your legs, now was I princess?"

"Alright I've had enough of you" The girl rose to her feet and marched around the bed to get to him. She held his hand and began to tug "get out"

"A-Aemond please" he mimicked her moaning and burst into a fit of laughter, looking at her with an amused expression while she struggled to pull him off the bed "yes, right there"

"Shut up" Eirlys tried to stop herself from joining him in laughter "you are the absolute worst. Perhaps I should moan someone else's name then"

"You can try it jorrāelagon (love) but I assure you, you will find the man's head who's name you dared to moan in my presence, mounted on a spike the very next morning" Aemond's signature smirk still danced on his lips but his tone was far from jovial. No, he was being serious "and then I'd fuck you senseless until the only name you can remember is mine"

"If you helped as much as you talk, I might've let you spend the night in my chambers" Eirlys taunted as she let go of his hands, knowing well enough she could not overpower him before she went and bolted the door and headed back toward the trunks she was preparing for her journey.

"Why'd you bolt the door?" Aemond asked as he sat up, still in no hopes of actually helping; shameless.

Eirlys did not respond. She simply undid the front of her dress to loosen it and then got herself rid of it before retiring her underskirts as well until she was completely naked.

Aemond was suddenly very interested in where this was headed.

He quickly got to his feet and walked toward her but Eirlys took a step back before he'd even reached her.

"You don't get to touch me until I've finished packing all my things" she smiled smugly at him "the sooner I'm done, the sooner you can take me so I suggest you quit ogling and start helping"

Aemond muttered a few profanities under his breath before he begrudgingly joined her in folding clothes, wrapping a few shoes and boxing a few pieces of jewellery and then putting them into either of the two trunks, neatly.

Eirlys was making things rather difficult for him. He noted her leaning to retrieve things that were closest to him, occasionally squeezing one of her breasts. Sometimes even whimpering softly while she brushed her fingers against her core.

However, when they were finally done packing, she slipped into one of her nightgowns and proceeded to torment him further by telling him she did not wish to entertain him tonight.

Aemond of course, would never force her to do something if she did not wish for it but he could quiet clearly see that she was only doing this to agonise him further.

He seized her by the waist, lifting her up quiet easily, before bringing her to the bed and crawling on top of her.

He once again, did not prolong his time on her neck or any other areas where the bruises might be visible. And now out of all times would be the worst considering she was on her way to see her parents and brothers.

He couldn't deny that he wanted to leaves a few marks on her neck, simply to enrage her brothers Jace and Luke but he also remembered that her step father Daemon would be the first one at his door with a sword in hand.

He impatiently ripped the dress, earning a scowl from the princess.

"Aemond-" she gasped before her face contoured into an expression of pure annoyance "you ripped my dress-"

"I can have five more made for each one I rip" he grinned down at her chest, still covered with his love bites "gods you are beautiful"

He wasted absolutely no time in devouring her and this time Eirlys made sure to keep her voice down each time she moaned.

"You're still dressed" the girl managed to say while Aemond held her legs firmly apart and tongue fucked her.

"I know" he simply mumbled, still sucking on her clit.

"Take them off" Eirlys entangled her fingers in his hair "now"

Aemond obliged. He would listen to almost anything she had to say.

Eirlys felt the blood rush to her cheeks when she saw his hard member that she hadn't seen properly yet since he was handling himself while she was sat atop a table the last time.

Aemond once again got on his knees but Eirlys stopped him.

"I- I want to please you" she meekly told him as she rose up from the bed and stood before him "but you'll have to guide me"

Aemond's heart clenched at how she looked up at him so innocently. He forgot how not-so-innocently she was taunting him only moments ago. Right now all he could see was his sweet Eirlys tenderly looking up at him with no lust but pure longing for him.

Aemond sat down at the edge of the bed with his legs spread open while Eirlys got on her knees in between them. The sight along of her meekly looking up at him with his small, delicate hands resting gently on his thighs, was enough to drive him insane.

He reached down to take one of her hands in his to guide to his throbbing cock.

"Wrap your fingers around" he instructed in a soft, tender voice; afraid that if he spoke any louder he would frighten her "now glide your hand up and down my length, slowly at first"

He let go of her hand and let her do it herself. She was nervous, he could tell so he did not make her anymore anxious by staring down at her. He simply leaned back and gazed at the ceiling while he enjoyed the sensation of her pumping him.

"You can lick the tip, and along my shaft too if yo- oh" he bit his lip the moment her tongue made contact with the head of his member.

She licked the head first before dragging her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way back up before swirling her tongue around the head, tasting his pre cum.

"Did I do it right?" She nervously asked to which Aemond responded with a hum and then laced his fingers with her free hand.

"Eirlys" he breathed out "take me in your mouth, as much as you can and then suck"

The girl took a moment to look at his length. There was no way she would be able to take all of him. She hesitantly placed her lips on the head of his cock, taking him little by little and stroking the rest of him with her hand.

It took a few minutes for her to get used to it and to set a pace.

Aemond could feel himself getting lost to the sensation. How long he'd craved for this, for her.

His other hand went to gently fist her platinum hair while he ever so slightly tightened his grip on the hand that he'd interlaced his fingers with her's.

Aemond shut his eye tightly as he bit his lip and fought back the moans that got caught up in his throat.

Eirlys mistook his silence for something else entirely, not being able to see how desperately he was holding himself back.

"Am I doing something wrong?" She asked, fearing that she was doing a terrible job. The last thing she wanted was not being able to satisfy him.

"N-no don't stop" Aemond whimpered "you feel amazing"

Aemond's hips rose from the bed, pushing himself a little more into her mouth as he felt himself getting closer with each second that passed.

"Eirlys" he moaned softly as he threw his head back, his chest heaving while he anticipated for that wave of bliss to wash over "I, I'm so close"

He thought she might pull back, only using her hand to help relieve himself but she kept sucking him off, bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

Aemond's mind went blank and his senses dulled as he felt the familiar sensation of sparks shooting through the entirety of his body.

Hot ribbons of white shot out of him and into Eirlys' mouth that caught her by surprise at first but she swallowed nonetheless, taking a moment to get herself accustomed to the salty taste.

Aemond was a mess. His throat felt dry and his chest glistened with sweat while he continued to pant.

Eirlys used the back of her hand to wipe the bit of his semen at the corner of her lips before climbing into bed with him.

"Did I do okay?" She asked, hoping that she was able to satisfy him the same way he'd satisfied her.

"You were more than okay jorrāelagon" (love) he wrapped and arm around her and pulled her close before pressing a kiss to her forehead "I don't feel like letting you go all the more after this"

~

The flight to Dragonstone was indeed a short one.

Aemond made quiet a fuss the morning of the departure, peppering Eirlys with kisses before she left her chambers.

It would be her name day a few days after her return back to the Red Keep and he kept reminding her to not prolong her stay since it had turned into quiet a ritual for them to celebrate their name days with each other. Aemond knew it was selfish, to ask her to spend her birthday with him instead of her brothers; especially since she was seeing them after years. But he did not care for them, Eirlys was his and his alone and if that made them hate him even more, so be it.

Besides, it was not their love he was after. It was their sister who his heart belonged to.

It was no secret that the prince had grown rather too attached to the princess but the extent of this attachment became very clear to her that day and in turn revealed to her that Aemond Targaryen would be a very protective yet needy husband.

The one-eyed prince kept his composure once he was within the company of other nobles at court, sending off his beloved wife-to-be with a lingering kiss to the hand and a smile.

As much as he wanted to seize her by the waist and kiss her senseless, him and her both knew that such a desperate display of affection would only create more gossip and not the good kind. Aemond didn't care, he took no offence and bore no shame when it came to showing his love to his beloved but he knew such bold gestures would only speculate rumours within the narrow minded people at court and put to question their virtues. They were both royalty in their youth, and it wouldn't be a complete surprise if it were rumoured that they both had humped one another several times. Why else would there be such affection between two people who were in an arranged marriage?

Small minded people indeed.

Ember had been spotted from afar from one of the guards at the watchtower of Dragonstone. The men weren't able to identify the dragon but Daemon, who had already marched toward the narrow bridge that served as the entrance of the castle, knew at once it was Eirlys and her dragon, and asked one of the guards to inform Rhaenyra; thus alerting the princess of her daughter's unannounced arrival to their home.

Rhaenyra did not care that she was not dressed in one of her finer dresses, she was simply in an excited rush to see her daughter after all these years. Jace and Luke too did not bother to change out of their messy clothes that were a bit muddy due to their training.

They all rushed to the entrance while Ember took his time to make his descent, circling the grounds a few times before gliding down toward the gates.

Rhaenyra smiled when she saw her daughter from a distance, who was eagerly undoing the chains of her saddle.

Her hair was long but she had it styles in soft curls, much similar to how Alicent wore her hair. Even though she did have a few braids incorporated into the style, Rhaenyra could tell that the queen had a minor influence on how Eirlys presented herself.

Eirlys wore a coral blue dress, to signify her being a Velaryon princess. Yet a few minor accents were of sage green, a symbolism of her union with the prince Aemond, who wore the colours of his mother's preference: Green.

Eirlys effortlessly got down from the saddle atop her dragon. She gently rubbed the scaly neck of Ember, muttering something to him that the others could not hear because of the distance but it seemed to put her grumpy dragon a good mood, who made it noticeable by making a low rumbling noise and nudging his head to her belly.

With one last pat to the Dragons's head, Eirlys made her way toward her family.

Rhaenyra was the first from the lot to step forward, arms outstretched and a warm smile to greet her beloved and only daughter.

Eirlys wasted no time in breaking into a run, her silvery hair flying with the wind behind her before she was engulfed into her mother's embrace.

"You look beautiful my darling" Rhaenyra kissed the girl's forehead "oh how I've missed being able to hold you"

Daemon was right by his wife's side, who greeted the girl with another hug; a shorter one, but warm nonetheless.

"You are the very image of your mother" he smiled as he pulled away to look at the girl "they shall sing songs of your beauty"

"You flatter me, step-father" Eirlys smiled at the compliment "though I am no match for my mother's ethereal beauty"

"The scrolls will certainly record how you reak of dragon"

Eirlys rolled her eyes at her brother's comment.

"Well I can now say without guilt that I did not miss you Jace" The girl smiled before she hugged her brother who simply chuckled in response.

"Luke? My! what a handsome young lad you've become" Eirlys' smile grew even more as her eyes landed on one of her younger brothers "and dear gods, you've grown taller! Almost as tall as myself"

It was true, Lucerys had infact reached almost the same height as her, a few more years and he would indefinitely outgrow her.

The boy simply smiled at her, abashed. He let the girl playfully ruffle his brown curls before she hugged him.

"Joffrey my love" Eirlys wrapped her arms around the youngest as she bent on her knees to be on the same level as him, not caring about her dress being ruined "I've missed you so, look at how much you've grown, why you're nearly man enough to wield a sword"

"Rather clear who's her favourite" Jace muttered, earning a chuckle from Luke and Joffrey sticking out his tongue at them as a taunt.

"What brings you to Dragonstone, my dearest" Rhaenyra asked as she gently tucked a few strands of hair behind Eirlys' ear.

"Have the greens finally managed to bore you senseless" Daemon snickered "if this is about you wanting to dissolve the engagement with the one-eyed prince, just say the word and consider it done"

"It's actually quite the opposite" the girl put on a smile, despite the obvious hatred Daemon exhibited toward her betrothed. She'd just visited her family for the first time in years and did not wish to commence an argument "shall we head inside? I am rather tired"

"Of course" Rhaenyra ushered toward the gates "I shall have the servants prepare a warm bath for you. We shall have a feast tonight to welcome my daughter back"

The bath was rather refreshing.

Eirlys scrubbed at her skin, gently, to wash away the smell of smoke and dragon.

The oils provided here were a complete contrast to the ones she used at King's landing.

While she usually used ones that had hints of sweet florals or fruit, here she was given ones that gave off a gentle yet spicy fragrance like viburnum, mint and cloves.

She picked a maroon dress for dinner, to match with her mother who she'd seen wearing a red gown only moments after she finished bathing.

She wore her hair down but braided two locks of her hair on either side with a black ribbon and then tied them both at the back of her head, giving it the illusion of a braided crown.

For her jewellery, she scanned through one of her many expensive and intricate necklaces for she was known to take after her mother and prefer the choice of the more finer and precious jewels that her darling Aemond was well aware of. In fact, most of her jewellery were gifts from the prince, a token of his ever growing love for her.

She picked a gold necklace that had a small yet detailed head of a dragon for a pendant. In its mouth was an even smaller gem that was as blue as the sapphire Aemond wore, another symbol of their courtship.

She slipped on a ring made from valerian steel. It resembled twine twisting around to form a loop with three small diamonds placed randomly that represented her three brothers: Jace, Luke and Joffrey. A gift from her Mother on her two and tenth name day.

Once she was happy with her appearance, she walked toward the dining room, escorted by one of the guards.

The numerous candles lit provided a dim yet warm and welcoming ambience.

"Evening sister" Jace pulled out a chair for her "allow me"

Quiet the gentleman.

Jace returned the smile his sister gave, that was quiet similar to his mother's. He was slightly envious of her, how she had been blessed with their mother's looks as opposed him him and his brothers who took after their father.

Their true father.

Though one thing did make her stand out just like the rest of them, granted hers was not as obvious.

Her eyes.

Her eyes glowed like the brightest of flames when the fires of the room shone against them just right.

She did not have her mother's bluish-lilac eyes that most Targaryens had.

No. She, like the rest of them, had her father's brown eyes.

And yet not once did that ever make her question her legitimacy. Why would she? She had never been ridiculed at court like the rest of them.

Besides, the king had once told everyone it was the Baratheon blood in her that blessed her with those doe-like eyes.

He'd said the same for the boys upon seeing their appearance. But the lords and ladies at court found it much easier to believe Eirlys' legitimacy over theirs because of how loudly their appearance resembled that of the late lord Strong.

His envy never managed to overpower his love for her though, she was his little sister.

His little snowdrop that he would protect with his life.

There was almost nothing she could do or say that could ever make the prince turn against her.

"Does our uncle give you a hard time?" Luke asked as he took his seat beside his older sister.

"Prince Aemond is one of my closest friends at court" Eirlys beamed at the boy "he doesn't do anything that might hurt me"

Lies.

He had done, once. But that was water under the bridge.

"Of course he doesn't torment her" Jace switched glances from Eirlys to Luke "that side of his is reserved only for the both of us"

"Why does he hate you boys so?" Joffrey asked innocently, not knowing that he too was on Aemond's list of nuisances.

"He dislikes us because he believes mere rumours he once heard" Jace smiled as he came up with a quick response "you needn't take anything he says to heart"

"You're lucky you take after mother and not father" Luke muttered under his breath so that Joffrey might not hear.

"Luke!" Jace scolded.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Eirlys asked cluelessly "our father Laenor was quiet charming"

"No that's not-"

"That is enough" Jace interrupted sternly. It was best that Eirlys didn't know. Knowledge of such would only complicate things further.

"Did I miss something?" Eirlys turned to Jace with a playful smile "have we grown apart so much that I can't be let in on a few secrets?"

"No of course not" The older boy assured "it's just Luke being mean. Lucerys, do not talk about father that way. Eirlys is right, Laenor was indeed a handsome man"

Luke rolled his eyes at his brother's attempt at forming a quick cover up. Jace was quiet the actor and quick to come up with solutions to escape a situation.

Though his farce did not fool his sister. These boys were her blood, she could quiet easily tell Luke had begun something that was a delicate matter, at least for Jace.

She did not bring it up since her mother and Daemon walked in to begin with their dinner. But she would question them about it later.

"So" Rhaenyra took a sip of her wine "do tell, my dearest, what has brought you back home to me? It must be rather important if you decided to fly here yourself"

"Perhaps she fled the city" Luke jested "living with those vipers must've been torturous"

Daemon laughed at this but Rhaenyra and Eirlys simply rolled their eyes.

Like mother, like daughter.

"I came to announce to you all about my wedding to prince Aemond" she told them as a smile crept to her face "it is to happen on the evening of the new moon"

"So soon?" Daemon tilted his head as he looked at her with confusion "seems sudden"

"It does, yes" Eirlys admitted "but the queen sees no more reason to prolong the engagement. And I too am more than eager to be wed"

Jace and Luke shared judgmental glances discreetly. It was no secret that the boys did not like her betrothed. Why would they when he addressed them by the term 'bastards' instead of their own names.

"I would be more than delighted if mother would accompany me back to King's landing to help with the wedding preparations" she turned to look at her mother with a hopeful expression "the queen offered to help with my wedding gown earlier but I declined and requested to design it with the presence and guidance of my mother as well"

Rhaenyra beamed with pride at her daughter.

"Of course my sweetheart" she answered with that smile still dancing on her lips "I would be delighted to help with anything you may need assistance with"

"I assume you will be wed in the sept then?" Daemon asked.

"She did wish for us to exchange vows in the sept, yes, but I made another request" the girl told him "I informed her of my desire to honour tradition and have an authentic valerian ceremony of exchanging marriage vows"

Daemon too was now sat there with a proud smile similar to Rhaenyra's.

"Should've made another request to exchange your husband for a better one" Jace muttered, proceeding to make a light hearted joke "or at the very least a complete one"

"Jace" his mother's tone was sharp, almost like a warning "your sister just announced her marriage, be nice"

"Aemond is not the same boy you once tormented" Eirlys sternly told them, subtly hinting that they too were to blame for the way he spoke to them "I agree he hurled treasonous insults but all of that is in the past. He paid the price with his eye. He is a man changed and the man who I am to take as my lord husband, I urge you to keep that in mind before you say anything against him"

Everyone at the table grew momentarily silent.

They had never heard Eirlys speak so sharply and least of all as defence against Aemond.

They all got the warning.

Eirlys was not the same girl she once was.

She would not stand an ill word against her betrothed.

The rest of the evening was a lot better even though it got off to an awkward start.

They exchanged stories and filled her in on things she'd missed out on over the years and she did the same.

By the time dinner ended and she was back in the chamber of her own, she began to write her letter to Aemond, letting him know that she had reached her family safely and that the news of their marriage was taken in with great joy, for the most part.

She rolled the parchment into a scroll after she'd signed her name and sealed it with her own emblem: a snowflake.

After sending it off with a raven, she headed to bed.

She was aware the letter would reach Aemond within a few hours time and knowing him, he would write one back as soon he'd received her's; which would most likely arrive on the morrow.

With the thought of waking up to a letter from her sweet prince, Eirlys let sleep take over her as she rest her head on the pillow after such a long and eventful day.

~

It had been three days.

Well, three days and sixteen hours to be specific.

Not that he was keeping track of it in his notebook.

But Aemond was starting to grow concerned.

In the span of these 'three' days, he'd written almost seven letter to Eirlys and not a single one was responded to.

He didn't think much of it when she didn't respond to his first or second one, she must've been so tired after her journey and then busy with her family.

But in his last two letters he had mentioned his worry and requested for a reply, even if it was a small piece ripped form a large parchment with nothing but her initials sighed in a corner.

But nothing.

No response.

He thought perhaps her family did not approve of their marriage and had maybe asked her to stay with them at Dragonstone permanently. But she had mentioned in her first and only letter they took the news rather joyously, so what could possibly be the reason behind her silence?

Another day passed.

And another.

Until it was finally the day he has been awaiting ever since he'd waved goodbye to Eirlys as she soared away from the Red Keep, above the city and into the clouds.

His beloved was returning to him again.

"You are like a puppy, you know that?" Aegon commented as he stood beside Aemond who awaited with anticipation for the arrival of the princess and her mother "a needy puppy who can't go on a single day without his master"

"Another word and I will have Ember burn you to crisp" Aemond casually stated as he held both his arms behind him. His shoulders were pushed back and his posture was upright. Aemond carried himself with a certain poise and gave off a dark and dominant aura that demanded respect from everyone who set their sights on him.

If his confident body language did not do the job, his intimidating stare did it for him.

This was something even Daeron looked up to and incorporated.

Meanwhile all Aegon cared about was drinking and sleeping; with random women most of the time.

Helaena, with her queen mother Alicent and her father and her husband the king too, were present.

Viserys still felt weak with his growing illness but he wished to be present to welcome his beloved daughter and his sweet granddaughter.

The sounds of the dragons screeching reached them before the sight of the dragons did.

The majestic winged beasts made themselves visible in their own time, slowly descending from the clouds and nearer to the castle grounds.

Rhaenyra was the first to dismount her dragon, Eirlys took her time undoing her chains.

Each of them greeted the princess Rhaenyra with a slight incline of the head, as a form of paying their respects which she also returned with the same gesture.

Aemond was more eager to see Eirlys than his half sister and he shamelessly marched away from his family and walked toward her, extending his hand to help her off the saddle, that she took.

"I have missed you dearly" he looked down at her fondly.

"As did I my prince" she replied with a smile, yet not looking up to face him.

Aemond looked at her confused, none of the nobles from court were present. Why was she addressing him so formally? Perhaps she hadn't taken notice of it yet.

"It is just us, jorrāelagon" (love) he looked at her with a playful smirk whilst assuring her that it was only him and his family present "you may discard the use of such formalities-"

"I am rather tired" she told him as he walked her back to greet the rest of his family "forgive me but I need to retire to my chambers and indulge in a bath"

And with that she left him to say her hello's to the others before she made her way to her chambers at court.

Aemond was so lost as to what had happened.

Why was she being so distant? And with the day of their wedding nearing. Perhaps it was just nerves?

He would not let whatever he fought for, quiet literally, wither away so quickly.

Rhaenyra did not speak much with her step-siblings, most of her conversations were with Alicent and her father Viserys. Though Aemond and his siblings stood there with their father, mother and grandfather, a polite gesture.

The prince marched to Eirlys' chambers soon after his family had dispersed and the dragons were taken to the pit.

In truth he wanted to desperately talk to Eirlys as soon as she walked away from the others but he remained stood alongside his mother only because Eirlys had informed him she wished to bathe first.

He knocked twice and awaited her permission, which came after an interval of a few seconds.

He swiftly opened the door and walked in, taking long strides toward her.

"What's wrong?" She asked when she saw the expression he wore; a mix between concern and hurt. Her eyes darted away as quickly as they'd turned to examine him, not wishing to hold eye contact.

"That's a question I ought to ask you" he simply told her, his voice sounding a lot harsher than he intended "what's wrong?"

"Nothing I-"

"You're being so distant and it took barely a few words for me to notice something is off" he told her as he took a step closer, suddenly feeling so far away from her even though she was within arms reach "you refuse to call me by my name Eirlys! It was you who said I am your closest friend before I am your betrothed"

"I am aware" she briskly responded, unsure if she should let her disappointment show or if she should maintain her calm composure.

She wanted to tell him everything but she would not let him have the satisfaction of knowing that his negligence of her while she was away had such an effect.

That along with a certain conversation she had with her brothers had put her through quiet a spiral of emotions.

"What's gotten into you?" He finally snapped, his voice on the danger of cracking. Aemond didn't know the last time he'd cried and he certainly did not want to break down now "you don't look at me, you don't say my name, you didn't even respond to any of my letters!"

"You wrote me letters?" Eirlys finally raised her head to meet his gaze.

Her eyes softened when she looked into his, it carried such sorrow that it made her heart clench at the sight. She did not wish to be the reason behind her beloved's sadness. But at the same time, he was also the reason behind hers, again.

"I did" he sadly replied "y-you never..."

"I never received any" it was her who took a step toward him this time. Days worth of sorrow and anger vanished in a matter of seconds when Aemond told her that he did write to her "in fact it was I who wrote to you numerous times"

"I only ever received one of your letters, the one you sent on the very night you reached Dragonstone" he told her "I wrote back to you soon after, seven times"

The both of them were so confused as to how neither of their letters made it to them. Did the birds fly astray? It would be an odd occurrence for it to happen for each letter that was sent.

But who would benefit from breaking their union?

No other lord in the realm had ever approached Eirlys with the intention of courting her. Neither did any lady make advances on Aemond with hopes of being his lady wife.

An odd occurrence indeed.

One thing was clear, this couldn't be something that happened by chance.

"I was afraid you would not return" the prince sighed as he reached out to hold her hands in his "i thought that perhaps you..."

"Shh" she went up on her toes to rest her forehead against his.

She did not want to talk further about something that had put them through complete misery in the last few days. She simply wanted to be with him. To feel his presence.

To some this might seem so silly. But this was their first time being apart.

Never in their lives had they spent a single day apart so for them suddenly to be away from each other for a little less than a week, when their days since childhood revolved around each other, was rather difficult for the both of them.

She was relieved that he did not forget her or resort to ignore her and the letters she wrote. Thought it did upset her. The misplacement of the letters had put her in a rather horrible mood in the past couple of days.

She couldn't deny that it did cross her mind that perhaps Aemond had resorted to following Aegon's ways with regards to tending to his sexual urges.

A fleeting thought that she pushed away the moment it came.

Aemond would never. He had promised.

A gentle smile graced her lips when she felt Aemond welcoming her into an embrace as his toned arms wrapped around her smaller frame, pulling her cautiously closer to him.

He smelled of green apple with a hint of charred sandalwood. His smell accompanied by the sound of the crackling fire in her cozy room felt like home.

He was her home,

Her heart,

Everything.

"Change of oils" Aemond softly mumbled as he placed a kiss atop her head that he then rested his chin on "you smell different"

"Do you not like it?" Eirlys asked, knowing well that he, in fact, did.

She had carried with her some of the oils that her mother used to give her at their castle, suddenly rather fond of the spicy scented ones over the sweet ones here at court.

Dianthus and lemon balm is the one she'd picked to bathe in to drive away the smell that lingered after a dragon ride that went on for too long.

"It's a nice change" he rocked her gently "very sultry"

Eirlys responded with a soft 'hmm', a habit she'd picked up from Aemond himself. They once again embraced the comfortable silence. It offered some solace from the busy life at court.

"I love you Aemond" Eirlys interrupted the quietness of the room as she pulled back slightly just to look up at him.

After days of feeling her absence, it felt reliving to hear her say his name whilst in the security of his arms. Arms that he'd wielded the sharpest of swords with. With which he would kill for her.

He looked down at her and then a single tear rolled down his cheek, then another, and another.

Aemond never let his emotions out. He was the one who bottled it all up and never let anything show on the surface.

But with Eirlys he'd felt a sort of calm wash over him. It gave him a sense of belongingness, a blanket of safety, like you'd feel within your home.

She was his home.

He didn't know what he felt in that moment.

Relaxed?

Relieved?

Happy?

The girl's expression quickly turned into one of concern as she reached up to gently wipe away the tears.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

Aemond smiled for the first time in days as he sniffled.

"I love you"

Taglist: @beiigegalx

[wordywarriorwrites]

Calendar Girl: January

Series Masterlist: Calendar Girl Joel Miller Masterlist Author: @wordywarriorwritesrwrites​ Summary: The story of how Joel Miller falls in love again, told over a series of months. Series Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Violence. Discussions of rape and consent. Alcohol consumption. Age-gap.

January

“Don’t pull,” Joel instructed. “Just squeeze.”

Still unused to the kick and noise, you hesitated on the follow-through, and the first shot only winged the target. After he reminded you of your stance and hand placement, you aimed and fired again. The second bullet had been much closer to the mark, and the third better still.

After you popped off the remaining rounds, Joel complimented your progress, and gave you some additional tips on your handling and timing. You were a fast learner; he knew you’d only improve with time and practice, and after he’d reloaded and returned the gun to you, you went again, and hit the target five out of seven rounds.

“Ready to move onto something with a bit more firepower?” Joel asked as he dumped the shells.

“Go big or go home,” you laughed.

Ellie smiled and nudged your shoulder, “You going to be patrolling regularly?”

You shook your head, “I don’t think so. But I want to be ready to fill in - just in case.”

As you and Ellie chatted, Joel prepped his Mossberg 500. While he loaded, he wondered if you’d ever had to shoot your way out of a bad situation, if you’d ever needed to defend yourself in the ways Ellie had, or if you’d been forced to do other things - like some of the things he’d done - in order to survive.

He’d never bothered to ask if you’d taken out a clicker or killed a human being before - not that it would’ve mattered, or changed the way he felt about you. After all, he’d done more than his fair share of killing and had no right to judge anyone. Since the threat of violence always simmered just beneath the surface, knowing how to shoot was not only smart, it was a valuable, life-saving skill Joel thought everyone should learn.

Especially you.

“I like my knife,” Ellie stated as she showed it off. “Saved my ass many times, but after I learned how to shoot - well, I just feel safer now, you know?”

You made a noise of agreement, “I get it.”

He handed the shotgun over to Ellie, and after he advised you to cover your ears, she fired off a few. There was a significant difference between the Taurus Model 66 (his preferred weapon of choice) and a pump action. By having Ellie demonstrate, he hoped you’d feel more confident trying it, and be prepared to practice with and use a rifle in future. After Ellie emptied it, he took the shotgun apart, explained the innerworkings, and guided you through cleaning, reassembly, and loading.

By the time you finished putting it back together, it had gotten too dark to continue on with target practice, so, he called an end to the lesson for the day. After the weapons had been checked back in and secured in the town’s armory, the three of you left the makeshift shooting range, and walked to the mess hall for dinner. Ellie had been quick to ditch you both in favor of her friends, and after Joel followed you through the chow line for his serving of spaghetti and salad, he took a seat on the bench across from you at the table.

“So, you gonna tell me the real reason why you wanna learn how to shoot?” he asked.

You picked up your fork and knife, “I told you why.”

“I offered to teach you last year,” Joel replied as he rested his forearms on the table. “You refused - said you weren’t comfortable with it. What’s changed?”

While you looked down at your plate and stabbed at your leafy greens, he stared at you and willed you to speak. You’d been weird and standoffish since Christmas. In fact, Joel would go so far as to say you’d done a spectacular job of avoiding him almost entirely, and he’d grown tired of it.

“You gonna talk to me?” he prodded. “Or am I only your friend when you need somethin’?”

You jerked your head up. Slammed your fork down. Mirrored his posture. Gaze now completely direct and full of fire, you asked him when he learned and who’d taught him.

“I grew up in Texas. Was practically born with a rifle in my hand,” he shrugged. “Dad taught me when I turned seven, maybe eight. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, I used to be a trust fund brat, remember? And the only thing my parents ever taught me was how to be seen and not heard,” you snapped back lowly. “So, when the world went to shit, what do you think happened to me and girls like me? Huh?”

Joel knew some things about your past, about your life from before. Over a few too many at the bar one night, you’d compared battle scars. Swapped some of the grittier war stories. Neither of you had gone too deep into the weeds, though, because the pain had been too raw, and you’d both wanted to think about other things. You told him you’d lost your entire family the first night, that you’d seen unimaginable horrors since then, but he’d hoped such horrors hadn’t been inflicted on you.

After a stretch of silence, you cleared your throat, and kicked up your chin, “I don’t want pity, alright? I just… It’s well past time I learned how to protect myself.”  

He nodded, “Whatever you need.”

You sat up straighter and reached for your fork, “And I’m sorry for avoiding you. With everything that’s happened… Well, I’m an absolute shitshow and not really the best company right now.”  

Joel tentatively reached out and placed a hand on your forearm, “Hey, there’s nothin’ to be sorry for. And I’d rather see the shitshow than have you lower the curtain on me.”

“You want to see the drama unfold?” you snorted.

He smirked. Squeezed gently. You sighed and placed your hand over his. Joel looked at you and you looked at him, and without saying a word, you understood each other. It just flowed between you, effortless and uncomplicated. Many things had been left unsaid, but it was as if you both knew those things didn’t need to be said all at once. Time was not guaranteed and life was even shorter and more precious, but there wasn’t any rush to rake up the past just yet.

Especially not when there was a present and a future to be considered.

“You got time tomorrow for another lesson?” Joel wondered.

You took a bite of salad and thought for a moment before you spoke, “Morning’s free.”

He twirled some spaghetti and brought it toward his mouth, “I’ll meet you at your place.”

Having aired it out, conversation flowed freer and supper went down easier. A half hour later, he checked in with Ellie, who was still in the thick of it with her friends. With a promise that she’d be home in an hour, Joel offered to walk you to your place, and you accepted.

“Listen, uh, do you have anything at home?” he wondered, eyes on the icy ground and hands shoved in deep in his pockets. “Something to protect yourself with?”

“Broken baseball bat,” you said as you yanked on your hat and sidestepped a snow mound. “And dull kitchen knives. Those count?”

Joel didn’t have it in him to tell you that they didn’t count for much. That when it came down to it, you’d probably only have one chance to hit or stab someone - especially if that someone was faster and bigger than you. And if you were taken by surprise, overpowered, or knocked out cold, those weapons could be taken from you and used against you. At least with a gun and decent aim, you’d stand a chance of either scaring a would-be attacker off or wounding them bad enough to get away.

“Why do you ask?” you prompted.  

Joel glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were alone before he spoke again.

“I know it’s against town policy to keep firearms in our homes,” he voiced quietly. “But I have two hidden away. One is a nine-millimeter. You could handle it. And it’s yours - if you want it.”

You nodded, “I’ll take it.”

It wasn’t until your house came into view that you gently grabbed his elbow and pulled him to a stop. Snowflakes drifted, landed on the hood of your coat, and you practically vibrated with shivers. The icy wind aggravated his nose, and his fingers felt as if they’d gone numb, but he didn’t dare move - not with you so close, and especially not when you placed your mitten-covered hands on his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” you murmured.  “Night, Joel.”

Joel dipped his chin. Bid you goodnight as well. Watched you climb the stairs and go inside before he turned around and headed in the opposite direction.  

He was warm all the way home.

Next Chapter: February

[delunesnumberonefan]

sketch time

you will sit down. you will look at my horrible little women. And You Will Appreciate Them

no this is NOT going under a cut you will see the blood sweat and tears i put into belialah's demon form and you will appreciate it, me, and saskia's off the charts world class monsterfucker status

we got saskia. we're familiar with saskia--or at least you should be. go look at the art by korppipoika and give them so many notes--this post will wait. and while you're out, look at the post about the matriarchs too. and if you're not up to date on saskia and belialah, here's another one for your list. i'll be here when you get back.

up to date? excited? horny? me too!!

so we got those two. in order for the images: saskia (recent), belialah (first draft, still happy with this and haven't been able to capture this vision since)

we got their dynamic:

saskia being a bitch and belialah being, despite everything, head over heels. still can't quite nail belialah's human face, but we're learning

...it took me a long time to nail down belialah's demon form. it went through a lot of drafts---many of which i am not sharing. this one is the oldest one i'm willing to share:

i believe this is draft 3? patch notes from earlier drafts: 4 fingers instead of three, took out "humanoid" eyes, added floaty halo bits. other than that, this is what it's mostly stayed true to. chase gave me an inspo and i remixed it and made it worse because i love body horror. so we have this! extra joint between the wrist and elbow, loads and loads of eyes, sharp teeth (yum!), wings, and a broken halo plus the big horn. love her. she has spider legs below her waist--she has "skirts" that are made from her skin that she usually wears (has?) over them.

made some eensy sketches for ideas:

i tinkered on size, proportion, posture, etc. it's vague, but not exact for either of them. i want a bigger height difference and this is for me first and foremost

i settled on this body type for saskia:

no nipples so she's not naked :) this is for anatomy reference, tumblr. ANATOMY. be so nice to me ;-;

ignore the stuff at the edges, this is part of a larger project idk if i'll finish where i look at all the matriarchs and their body types. saskia is the most...well, besides ethalind, the most hourglass shape. this is the most recent drawing of her i have besides the one at the very end, this is the one i would say is most canon. hence why it is included--the last one i have doesn't quite hit right for me. still working on consistency.

as i improved my art, i wanted to take another stab at belialah. which meant figuring out her lower half.

i did these ones reeaaally recently. i looked at so many things for inspo: crabs, spiders, human pelvises, centaur speculative biology, drider speculative biology, an introspective look at how much of a monsterfucker i am, etc. until i found something i was happy with. these are within the last few days. the lil sketches at the far bottom right of the first page are what i settled on. after that, i tinkered with how she looks with skirts vs no skirts---ignore the sword, it's no longer accurate to what it actually looks like, but that's endgame shit and no spoilers :)

i'm really happy with how she's turned out and i think she's kickass and awesome and i can't wait to beat her and saskia into the ground.

and then we have:

team gaslight gatekeep girlboss :)

i drew this last night!! really happy with how my art is coming along. i hesitated on whether to draw the skirts, because i think the spider legs are so fucking cool and i know logically the skirts are there but tbh its funner drawing the spider legs than the skirts :(

i want to make it very clear: belialah is submissive in the way a guard dog is submissive, to quote a post i once tagged as gilt and lost. belialah is loyal, devoted, willing to protect--but will wait for an order before acting

btw, to make something else clear: saskia? saw the demon form first. is more attracted to the demon form than the human form. is far more willing to smash with belialah in demon form. i love my weirdest little freak of a woman <3

ok that's all bye

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw’s Birthday Event - Epilogue

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a content which hasn’t been released in EN yet!⚡

[Released Date: 21 June 2023]

The raindrops falling on the window, wrapped in the glittering candlelight seemed colorful and romantic in front of me.

Shaw: What are you smiling at?

Shaw: I'm still waiting for your next surprise.

Shaw, who was sitting across from me, was clearly in a good mood, and his slightly raised voice blended with the rustling sound of rain.

MC: Ha…. When did I smile?

MC: Well because your vibe and candlelight dinners temperament surely doesn't "match", couldn't help to glance a few times.

Shaw smiled, stretched out his hand, and casually loosened his tie twice.

Shaw: If it doesn't fit, it doesn't fit.

Shaw: You're going to make this fun anyway, aren't you?

Seeing the determination in his eyes, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but curl up.

MC: Of course. At this point, I am more and more confident.

—

“What do you want to do with him at this moment?”

1) Happily blow out the candles

2) Sing Happy birthday

3) Eat longevity noodles

—

[Blow out the candles]

Blow after and blow out candles with him!

Shaw: I won’t make a wish this year, and just ask you for it.

[Sing happy birthday]

Sing happy birthday with him after clicking!

Shaw: Not bad, come and record me a sample next time. Don't worry, when did I trick you?

[Eat longevity noodles]

MC: Candle-light-dinner-is-coming~

I smiled and brought the longevity noodles I had made myself to Shaw at the table.

He glanced at the longevity noodles I made and raised the corners of his lips as if he couldn't help it.

Shaw: All right, eat longevity noodles in a Western restaurant.

Shaw: Not a bad idea.

MC: Is it just not bad?

MC: So if I say this bowl of longevity noodles was made by my own hands… Can you upgrade the rating again?

Shaw: There's no need to remind me so deliberately.

Shaw: Just by looking at the appearance, I can tell that you made it.

MC: ...What do you mean, you find it ugly??

Before the questioning was over, Shaw grabbed my wrist and asked me to sit next to him.

Shaw: I haven't finished yet, don't give me the blame.

Shaw: Here— —

Although he pointed at the longevity noodles angrily, I could clearly see the smile hidden in his eyes.

Shaw: Only the dumbest people would want to stuff several pounds of ingredients into it.

Shaw: If it was the restaurant, it would have closed down.

Shaw: Besides, the toppings are all the things I love to eat.

Shaw: This is not something that anyone can know in a day or two.

Shaw: Besides you, I can't think of another person.

Hearing what he said, I couldn't help but approach him happily.

MC: Heh heh, although some people are beating around the bush, I can still tell that it means happiness and satisfaction. I mean, I like it very much.

Shaw didn't speak, but the slightly raised corners of his lips had quietly responded to my words. Immediately afterward, he picked up two pairs of chopsticks and handed one of them to me.

Shaw: Eat noodles.

MC: This is no good, these noodles should be eaten by birthday stars.

Shaw: There are so many rules.

Shaw: Besides, if you don't try it, how will you improve in the future?

MC: ... I know. But no matter what, the birthday boy has to eat the first bite first!

Seeing my serious face, Shaw simply picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in his mouth.

MC: How is it? Is it delicious?

Shaw: Not bad, with your mixed coke.

Shaw: It is in line with your past "exclusive recipe" style.

I couldn't help laughing and poked lightly on his side face that reflected the candlelight.

Damn it, he didn't move away…. But rather handed a mouthful of noodles to my lips.

Shaw: It's your turn.

I was startled and took a bite of the noodles.

The warm and soft texture instantly fills the taste buds. Seeing me show a smile of satisfaction, Shaw slightly raised his eyebrows.

Shaw: Well, you'll have your share of good luck next.

Shaw: No need to save it.

Shaw: After all, I will give it to you next year.

_

[danicloth]

Hello! My name is Moriah and I am a junior in high school. I was wondering if I might be able to get your insight on a few questions I have?

I am in my final years of high school and am starting to think about college but I have no idea what I want to pursue. I know I love art, so for a long time I have been thinking about getting an art major or going to an art school.

I’m reaching out because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR ART and I think you are a very talented artist! I have been in love with your art for so long and I am curious and wondering how you are able to fit drawing into your life?

1.) Do you think going to school for art or having an art major is worth it? What was it like?

2.) how can I fit art into my everyday life? I’m sure you have work and other things to do in your life so how do you balance it out? (I just want to know how you can draw as much as you do!)

3.) do you do art as a hobby or a career? If it is a hobby how to you balance work, art, and home life? If it is a career or part-time career is it an alright source of income?

Thank you so much! And sorry if these questions might seem personal. I just want to know how other artist manage to draw and create their work and still have an adult life. Thanks again, and thank you for being a huge inspiration in my life to create the art I love! Your art means so much to me!❤️❤️ ❤️

Hi Moriah!! How have you been? :D✨ I'm so sorry it took me sooooo long to respond. I've been busy like crazy 😩 but I'll try to be as honest as possible and make it understandable too, ‘cause, you know, my english sometimes fails me jaja

1. In my case it was 💜, being able to study the things I love made it much easier for me to finish my degree and know what I want to do now, and although I know that now we are in a time in which you can learn many things just by watching videos or tutorials (especially related to drawing), I still believe that if you want that, you like it and you know you can be good at it, do it ✨, it is better to be happy doing what you like than to be stuck in something you don't, although I would recommend having a idea WHAT you want to study, maybe animation, character design, graphic design, etc. That will create a clearer vision of where you want to go. You can ask yourself, of everything you do, what do you like the most?

2. Personally, I am a very organized person >w<, not to the point of writing down everything I do or have to do in the day, but having an idea of the things I should do helps me a lot, since there are things that I obviously cannot skip, such as work, that takes up a lot of my time, so every time I can I start drawing, even if it's just a small doodle, it's well known that if you want to improve you have to practice and you don't know how much just scribbling helps you 0m0, much of which I know I learned by trying and trying and trying just by drawing silly things in my notebooks, but of course drawing all day is not healthy either. For example, if I get tired I take breaks, maybe to eat a snack, go out with my friends or play with my pet, like that you balance your routine a little, doing your responsibilities but improving along the way and without getting tired.

3. Right now only as a hobby jaja, this year I would like to look for a job related to animation so I couldn't help you as much in that aspect, but I can tell you that nowadays you should have two or more sources of income, even if you have a permanent job in something related to art, have another one just in case or if you have a hobby you can also take advantage of it, like me for example, making commissions you could say that it is my hobby and I am taking advantage of it, but as I mentioned before, organizing yourself will help you. It helps a lot in what you want to do, where you want to go and even your life ✨

I feel very honored that you asked me 🥹✨, don't worry, I am also very new to being a functional adult on my own xD but I am happy to know that you can have that trust with me 💜, I hope that some of my answers have helped you ^w^ I send you a big hug 🫂✨

[gettinshiggywithit]

hey jaya :) i have an idea for a request that’s been on my mind for a while

dabi x reader with a passion for music and he hears u sing for the first time

u can do this whenever there’s no rush ty and have a nice day bro :)

HEYYY CARMENNNN

Okay first off im rly sorry this is comin out a whole_ass century after you sent it in,but i hope i did ur idea justice!

Please let me know what u thought in the comments!

!Dabi x A Reader Who Has A Passion For Music!

Scenario:- Dabi with an s/o who has a passion for music!

Pairing:- dabi x gn!reader

Genre:-fluff

A/N:- I apologize in advance for how bad i am at writing songs lyrics :’)

music was a big part of your life

it'd helped you find yourself,given you an outlet to take out all your frustrations(while simultaneously creating something beautiful) and it had,in many ways, saved you.

but not many people knew that

you were passionate,but your passion had never set foot outside of your own private safe space.

but when you met dabi,he too became your safe space.

you felt like you could be free,safe and completely yourself with him.

but for some reason you just never brought up your love for music.and even when the opportunity to do so presented itself,you just shook your head and claimed that you were just a casual enjoyer of perfectly placed notes and chords.

but one day when you thought you were alone in your apartment,

(touya had supposedly gone on another mission for the league and would be back later that night)

you finished your chores and retreated back to your room,your little cave of safety.

once there,you picked up your favourite instrument from the box under your bed(some gifts,some found for ablsolute steals at sales and some bought by yourself) and began playing a simple note,it turned into a full on performance complete with your own singing and a little dancing.

and before long you were full on belting out the lyrics to the song you'd been obsessed with over the past few days.

you hadnt done this in a LONG time and it just felt so...so liberating!

after youd finished the song you looked down at the instrument in your hands and thought of doing something you hadnt in a while.

improv.

you started with a random note and as the words flowed you sang them out.

just as you were getting to the chorus,your mans(its the boiiii) just arrived home.

he took his shoes off at the door (you'd specifically asked him to, because if you has to sweep up mystery gunk again,youd kill him yourself~)and made his way to your room where he knew youd be.

when he got closer he heard the singing and was SHOOKETH!.

he never knew you could sing so...so beautifully?angellicly? buddy didnt even have a word to describe how to describe it!

and then he heard the lyrics,

im in love and youre to blame,

im drawn to you like a moth to a flame,

you stole my heart and set me free,

to be the one i was meant to be.

your fire,its blue its hot and it burns,

but darlin when im with you i wouldnt mind getting burned.

and when we're alone,you run your pretty mouth but if you say your ugly again i swear ill you right on out~

youre beautiful,youre mine and i wouldnt have it any other way,touya,i love pretty things,but paper rings would do any day

he was stunned.

were you...SINGING ABOUT HIM???

and as you finished the last line and turened around,you yelped (WHERE TF HAD HE COME FROM)

and within seconds you were panicing.... what would he think????

how much had he heard??????????

your head was racing with worst-case scenarios!!!

he noticed this and took a few steps towards you,and when you didnt back away he knew you were really in deep.

he held your face in his hands(which seemed to bring you back to reality)and before you could say anything in your 'defence'

he captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

and within seconds you felt something hot and sticky running down your cheek alongside your sudden tears

when you opened your eyes you saw that youd both been crying,him tears of blood and you salty water.

this woke you up fully as you ran to your bedside table to get tissues to wipe his 'tears'

as you were doing so you heard him let out a whispered "thank you" and you knew i wasnt just for the tissues,but for what hed heard.

heat rose to your face and you just smiled."dont mention it"was your response which was accompanied by another quick peck on his lips.

after that you werent afraid or embarassed to share your love for music with the man of your dreams,you even started doin little duets on your date nights and lemme tell ya,buddy was DEDICATED to learning the guitar!

he wanted to be your acompanist(is that a word???)

and soon,all the instruments that had been hidden away in the darkness under your bed,were decorating your walls along with songs youd written to eachother(yh its not thatt romantic,yall just tacked em onto the wall :"))

music had saved you,and now it had made you and your lover closer than ever.

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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"Fic Writer" Meme

(I'm not just a fic writer, and have adjusted the questions accordingly.)

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AO3 Name: sanguinity

Fandoms: Currently, the Hornblower novels and The Flight of the Heron. Previously, Strange Empire, Elementary, and a wide array of niche Holmes fandoms. And in the even more distant past, I mostly did lots of rare-fandom exchanges (Yuletide, Festivids, Kaleidoscope -- oh, how I miss Kaleidoscope!), so that between one thing and another, the long tail of my fandoms list is very long. (There was a long time that I wondered how it was even possible that people managed to have enough works in a single fandom to qualify for a remix exchange, since I had almost exclusively one-offs! But that all has changed now…)

Number of Works: 172. Most of those are fic; a couple dozen are vids; a handful are podfic. I need to go through and sort out my video and podfic hosting again; providers have decayed, morphed, and gone offline since I posted these, and I need to find new hosts for some of them.

Work I spent the most time on: Hornblower's Lost Honour, at approximately three years. (That will be GREATLY eclipsed by Langstroth on Bees if I ever finish it! Which I still intend to do someday!) Longest I spent on a vid was a year, for Something Good (Will Come From That), my multi-Holmes magnum opus.

Works I spent the least time on: Oh, good God, there are so many I whipped out in a day. A Peaceful and Beautiful Spot (FotH), Brandy and Soda (The Seven Per-Cent Solution), and Score: Q to 12 (Elementary) were all single-day works that came out very well. The Sherlock 60s, by dint of being 60 word stories, also all took something like an hour apiece. Also, the whole ceci ne pas une vid collection was made at the pace of a vidlet a day, which usually involved downloading and watching the movie, too.

Longest fic: Hornblower's Lost Honour

Shortest fic: the individual entries in Sixty for Sixty, each being a sixty word story based on one of the sixty canon Sherlock Holmes stories.

Most hits: The Sincerity of Dust (BBC Sherlock)

Most kudos: See previous. It's one of my oldest works, written at the height of a mega-fandom, and it's been wildly popular from the beginning.

Total Word Count: 726,055

Favorite Work of my Own: I feel like you're King Solomon asking me to cut my babies in half! Usually my favorite is whichever one I've reread or rewatched recently. They nearly all mean something special to me, or I wouldn't have put in the work to finish them.

Fic You Want To Rewrite/Expand On: Ugh, all the early stuff needs to be rewritten. I use too many italics, the sentence structures are awkward. I've improved SO MUCH as a writer that I almost flinch to look at them now. But I REFUSE to go back and rewrite them, I am NOT going to get entrapped in that time suck of despair and self-reproach.

As for expansion, there are a number of stories I want to write further installments to: Until Death or England Do Us Part, the Kraken series, the Any Service series, the Psychic Wolves series…

Share a Bit of a WIP or story idea you are planning on:

While visiting Ewen Cameron in the dungeons under Fort Augustus, Keith Windham forgots his pen-knife. Ewen's guards discover it the next morning when he is searched before his departure for Fort William, and via its inscription, it is traced back to Keith. Keith is court-martialed for aiding a prisoner, found guilty, and cashiered. His sword is broken, and his spirit with it.

Several years go by before he learns that the court martial had been rigged against him from the start, and that Major Guthrie had been instrumental in arranging that. With a burning desire to recover his honour, Keith boards a ship for the Highlands, the site of Guthrie's current posting, to demand satisfaction. Upon landing in Inverness, however, he makes a near-fatal miscalculation: he is robbed, stabbed, and left for dead.

When he wakes, he is in an unfamiliar room, with a very worried Ewen Cameron of Ardroy sitting vigil at his bedside…

Tagging @gniew777, @cedarboots, @verecunda, @tgarnsl, @chiropteracupola, @sailorpants, and anyone else who wishes to play!