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[intoapuddle]

Archive historian my beloved ❤️

[diremoone]

whipped cream apology | r. sukuna

fights are uncommon between you and your fiancé, but there are times they do happen. you know you’ll never hear a verbal apology come from him, but you know he’s sorry; Sukuna’s apologies always come in the form of gifts, food, or acts of service. this time is no different :3

w — modern au, chef! sukuna (he owns and works in his own restaurant but that’s not elaborated on), itsy bitsy sprinkles of angst bc of a mentioned fight, fluff, this is super duper short haha, food and food descriptions bc I am a woman who loves her food so sue me :3 this is just a random lil fic I wrote in like a day so i won’t be surprised if this flops lmao

[ divider credit to @/inklore ]

You don’t know how you go to sleep angry, but you do.

Last night had been awful. Maybe you’d blown everything a little out of proportion, maybe not. Your energy hadn’t been so great coming through the front door of your home. You’d just been stalked by a couple of guys that wouldn’t stop leering at you, and to top that off you had an old woman at the register of the store get ugly with you. All you wanted was the nice dinner you know would be awaiting you and to not be bothered for awhile after that.

Problem was, was that Sukuna was also in a bad mood. Someone at the kitchen of his restaurant had put him in a super bad mood by not following orders, and a food critic was to be coming by in a few days. And when you mixed his bad mood with yours, it led to you two going to bed on bad terms.

But now, you’re not even sure that Sukuna had come to bed.

Did that idiot sleep on the couch?

Just as you’re about to get out of bed, you see a note on the nightstand with your name on it. You grab it, unfold it and read: ‘Stay in bed and text me when you’re awake.’

Your sleepy brain goes blank for a moment, but you oblige your fiancé’s request anyway, texting him that you’re awake with a pink heart afterward, hoping he still wasn’t upset with you.

Sukuna’s answer is almost immediate.

Give me a few more minutes and I’ll be upstairs.

But you do need to pee really really bad. You make your bathroom trip as quick as possible and hop back in the bed, miraculously just as Sukuna comes through the door with a large tray of what you smell to be food.

“Morning, baby,” he greets you.

You can see the solemn look on his face, one of upset. He’s still bothered about last night.

“Morning, ‘kuna,” you reply, smiling at him. It seems to partially work, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

You flatten out the blanket as he sets the tray over your legs. Your eyes can’t help but blown open so wide in shock and excitement that you accidentally make them hurt. To your expression and blinking eyes, Sukuna chuckles.

“An apology, for my shitty behavior last night.”

There are several plates of food on the large tray. Perfectly cooked eggs, bacon, sausage; all of your favorite comfort foods all sit before you.

But right in the center is a heaping pile of one inch-thick, fluffy pancakes the size of your head, four stacked atop of another. Butter runs down underneath the sweet maple syrup. Neatly placed around the edges of the plate are bananas and strawberries. And on the very top is a generous pile of whipped cream in a fancy swirl.

You grin at his meticulousness of making such a wonderful plate that’s only just going to get messy.

“Sukuna—”

He scowls. “Don’t even bother me with apologizing back. I don’t wanna hear it. I’m the asshole. You did nothing wrong.”

Love swells in your heart and soul for the man you’re soon to marry. God, you love him.

“You’re sure?”

He tsks. “Positive.”

You smile brightly. “I love you.”

His cheeks and ears go pink. “Just eat.”

“Cheeseball,” you call him, cutting into the pancakes. “But don’t mind if I do.”

“If you can’t eat all of that, I’ll eat the rest.”

“Fuck off, it’s mine.”

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[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

requests: “remus on a first date with shy reader?” and “maybe Remus lupin with a plus size reader? just if you’re comfy with it of course! thanks!”

fluffy 🐈 first date

pairing: Remus x reader

tags / description: shy! reader, plus size! reader, anxious! reader, reader insecurities, but these in a somewhat toned down way; sweet and fluffy; first date, first kiss; not proofread, sorry!

word count: 1.9k

Why couldn’t he have asked you out during winter?

You’re standing in front of the mirror, finishing fixing your hair for your date, but you can’t help but keep glancing down. Your arms are bare; your top is loose, but somehow your sides manage to look chubby anyway. 

But it was so bloody hot out. You were not going to put yourself through a miserable time just to cover yourself up. Besides, you’d known Remus a while, had mutual friends. He knew what you looked like. And he’d asked you out anyway. 

At least, you think he had. You’d been sure in the moment, but afterward, when you started overthinking (and panicking), you’d begun having doubts this was a date. He’d asked you to “hang out” on Saturday, but he had clarified that he meant just the two of you. You’d been too shy to ask any further questions.

You try to exhale the negative thoughts away, and right as you go to check the time, you hear a knock at your door. Your stomach drops — whether in nerves or excitement, you’re not sure. When you open it, Remus’s brilliant smile intensifies the feeling. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you whisper back. You step out of your place but trip on the threshold. Remus quickly catches you, one of his arms snaking around your middle.

“You okay?” he chuckles gently. His hand lingers on your side even after you’re steady, and the self-consciousness butterflies war with the lovestruck ones.

You’re mortified at how quickly you’d managed to be awkward. Your cheeks burn, and you wish desperately you could hit a reset button like you did the many times you imagined this scenario in your head.

“‘M fine. Sorry,” you smile shyly, unable to look him in the eyes.

“’S alright.” He sounds kind, at ease. “You ready?”

You nod and follow him outside. As soon as the hot sun hits you, you’re grateful for your outfit. There’d been too many other times you’d endured the heat instead, and you’re glad with your progress of loving and taking care of yourself as you are. Without thinking, you smile at yourself at the thought. You’re startled by Remus’s chuckle next to you. His eyes on you burn more than the summer weather.

“What?” you manage.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, smiling all the while, “that smile was just adorable is all. I’d love to know what’s going on in your head to make you smile like that.”

Ironically, this completely erases your smile. You know it’s impossible, know he’s trying to be sweet; but even still, the embarrassment is overwhelming. 

“What?” You hear the new tension in his voice. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no, sorry, I - I just,” you wince at your awkwardness, “I’m just being stupid.”

“Don’t say that.” Gently, playfully, he bumps your shoulder with his. “You’re great.”

“Thanks,” you respond, but you sound sarcastic. “You are,” he repeats. 

You’re tense but smiling when you ask, “So where are we going?” “It’s a surprise,” he chuckles. “It’s kind of weird. But I saw it and thought of you. Not that you’re weird! I mean, you’re weird in a special way. I mean, I think it’ll be fun. For you. For me as well! Just getting to hang out with you is fun for me, obviously,” he rambles quickly, cringing at the end.

There it is again: “hang out.” What did that mean?

At your silence, he goes on, “Fuck, sorry, I’m just a bit nervous, you know?” He laughs mirthlessly. “You’re nervous?” you reply before you can think about it. “Why would you be nervous? I’m the one who should be freaking out. And am, by the way.”

“Oh, and you have a monopoly on first date nerves, do you?” he shoots back playfully.

“So this is a date?”  Again, it’s out of your mouth before you really realize what you’re saying, and when you do, you’re terrified you’ve asked. His eyes wide, his hand messing with his hair, he replies, “Of course.” Then after a beat, “I mean, I thought it was. If you want it to be, that is…”

“I do!” Too loud. Shit. “I do,” much softer.

“It’s a date then,” he concludes, smiling. You nod. 

Your walking together eases your nerves as you go. Something about the motion, the not having to look at him directly, brings you solace. You’re already worrying about how that’ll change when you reach your destination, but you try to push that away and enjoy the easy chat along the way. 

You love talking to Remus… which is saying a lot. People make you nervous. And Remus isn’t just people. He’s smart, kind, funny, attentive, unreasonably attractive people. But something about the way he listens assuages your anxiety rather than exacerbates it. He makes you feel heard and seen. But never in a way that makes you feel judged. And you love hearing what he has to say in return. Conversation with Remus could be so many things: fun, thought-provoking, surprising, comforting… but never upsetting.

He turns off the high street into a cute side street and stops in front of a surprising establishment. It’s a café. A cat café. 

He looks nervous as he watches for your reaction. Maybe he can’t read it, because he starts another nervous ramble: “We can go somewhere else if you’re not into it. I just thought, well, you know, I know you like cats. And coffee. And not so much talking to people. So, if you got nervous, you could just pet the cats or something. I don’t know. Maybe it was stupid, I just —” 

“I love it,” you interrupt. “You do?” The relief plasters itself across his face. 

“I love it,” you repeat, laughing now. “You’re right. About all that. Everything you just said. And you’re the most thoughtful person I’ve ever met for thinking it.” Your warm smile comes easily now, and the adoring one he gives you in return makes you shyly look away.

He grabs your hand and walks in.

The place is shockingly cosy yet spacious. And crawling with cats. A friendly black cat rubs itself against your leg, and you can’t think of a possibly better first date.

The seats are ridiculously comfortable, and only a couple of minutes in, an adorable ragdoll sitting near you lets you coax him into your lap. He’s incredibly soft, and his purring makes you feel at ease. 

Remus smiles at you, watching you pet the cat, never demanding more attention, but always easily continuing the conversation. He tells you stories, listens to yours, asks you questions, and all the while giggles at the cats’ antics and cuteness. 

He stops petting the cat lounging next to him to take a sip of his tea, and she scolds him, rubbing her head aggressively on his leg. Remus laughs and obliges, and the responding purrs warm your heart.

“She likes you,” you say. “Yeah,” he smiles, petting her. “Not as much as that one likes you,” he chuckles, nodding toward your lap, where your new friend had fallen asleep snuggling you. “He’s got good taste.” 

You give a sincere but strained smile, and not knowing what to say, go to drink some coffee. Your nerves distracting you, you clumsily knock over the cup, spilling some on the cat by Remus. Startled, it hisses and jumps across Remus to get to the ground, scratching him in her hurry across.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You reach over to try and help somehow, but there’s not much you can do, and your hands just dance around him awkwardly. “I’m sorry; I’m so, so sorry,” you keep chanting. 

“It’s fine, really.” “Oh my god,” you mumble, covering your face with your hands.

“Hey, it’s fine; it’s okay,” Remus reassures you, and you feel his hands come to yours. 

He brings your hands away from your face and holds them in his, his thumb running back and forth on your skin. “It’s okay. It’s not a big deal,” he tries to calm you. You want to believe him, but you feel horrible, and another look at the freshly bloody scratch on his arm makes you wince. He sees you looking at it, and releasing one of your hands, he brings his up to your chin, raising it so your eyes meet his. “I’m fine, lovely. It’s just a scratch,” he smiles. “I don’t think it’ll even leave a scar,” he looks down at it. “But, hey, if it does, I don’t even mind. I’ll love to have a reminder of our first date,” he laughs. 

“Yeah, of how I ruined it all,” you retort sadly. “Ugh, it’s not surprising, of course I did,” you look away despite his hand gently holding your chin. “It’s only surprising you wanted it to be a date in the first place.” 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he shushes you gently. “Please stop.” You do, but keep looking down, feeling on the verge of tears. “Hey, look at me, love. Please.” You manage it. “Of course I wanted to be a date. How could I not? Don’t you realize by now I love spending time with you?” “You love spending time with all your friends.” As your insecurities surface, the tears finally do as well. 

“You’re not like all my friends. Actually, you’re not like any of my friends.”

“Yeah, I’m not as cool and outgoing,” you sniffle. And in the softest whisper, you add, “or as pretty. Maybe if I finally lost some weight…”

“You’re breaking my heart here, lovely,” he says, scooting close to you. “You’re so beautiful.” When you try to look away, he gently guides your face back, caressing you and repeating, “So fucking beautiful. And fun and funny. Witty and wicked smart. You don’t have to be outgoing to be those things. Being loud is overrated,” he jokes. “Your quiet is electric. You save the words for the good stuff. And you’re much more expressive than you think,” he chuckles. “It’s subtle, but it’s there. If you look. And I can’t help but look. Fuck, it’s enthralling. You’re enthralling.” A smile, a caress. He squeezes your hand. “So can you please stop being so mean to my favourite person?” he chuckles, moving closer, his eyes piercing yours. You give the slightest nod, and he wipes your tears away, smiling warmly. 

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay.” 

His hand lingers on your face even after all your tears are gone. You see his Adam’s apple bob and feel his hand get a bit fidgety in yours. His eyes quickly shoot across your face. They linger on your lips but return to your eyes as he moves closer. You smile at him and move the tiniest bit toward him as well. He smiles back, and you can feel his tension begin to ease at your warmth. It completely melts away when his lips meet yours. Remus tastes slightly of tea when he deepens the kiss. He’s a warmth and comfort you’ve never felt before, and you want to be enveloped in him forever. 

Your forever is cut quite short by the cat from earlier bounding back into his lap, startling you apart. She rubs her head against him, and you both laugh as you pet her. 

Remus’s eyes are cheerful as he’s looking down at her, but when he looks up at you, they fill with a striking brightness and adoration. If eyes that stunning could look at you like that, maybe you could see the beauty they beheld too.

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Buddies

"Yoooo Pete!", Tom shouted across the whole gym floor. He had just spotted his workout partner and waved.

"Hey! What's up?", Peter called back from where he was working out.

Tom walked towards him, wearing only his red gym shorts, showing off his toned body. Both of them would qualify for the dictionary entry of "jock": Both were young men in their twenties who met over their obsession with working out, drinking and picking up girls. Tom was the larger one of them both and had medium length blonde dyed hair, while Peter was half a head shorter and not quite as bulky as Tom. Still, both of them had definitely bodies that turned a lot of heads - and they knew that well.

"Are you doing anything later?", Tom asked the other jock after they had said hello with a short hug. Emphasis was on short, of course, since neither of them wanted to come across as gay.

"I don't think so," replied Peter. "Why?"

"Care for a post-workout beer?" suggested Tom.

"Sure." Peter responded, "But we will have to earn that first!"

"Yeah, let's go work out some more then," agreed Tom enthusiastically.

The workout was long and intense, with Tom and Peter spotting for each other in tandem. Back in the locker room, as Peter was waiting for Tom to finish his shower - the gym showers were pretty small and there was a mutual understanding between them that they would absolutely not shower together, that was gay shit - he spotted something on the floor under a bench. Curious, he bent down and picked it up: It was an old coin that looked like a silver dollar or maybe even a quarter.

"Nice", he said to himself and pocketed the coin, not realizing it vanished once he put it in his pocket. Tom finished his shower quickly afterwards and they both headed for Tom's apartment. It was close to the gym and a good place to enjoy a beer.

As usual, when they entered the apartment, it was sparkly clean. Both buddies were neat-freaks, and it was way easier to bring home girls that way. Peter flopped down on the designer couch and looked expectantly at Tom. "You mentioned beer?"

"Yeah, sure," Tom answered, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge door. He pulled out two bottles of cold beer and handed one bottle to Peter. "Cheers!" They clinked their bottles and took a sip.

Peter liked this kind of beer very much: It wasn't too bitter but still full of flavor. "So how are things with your new neighbor?", he made casual conversation. "The hot one", he added for not-needed clarification.

Tom smiled. "She's nice," he said, taking another swig of his beer. "Aaand really hot. Did I mention she left her door open while changing last week when I came home? She didn't seem to care if anyone saw..."

"Wow!", exclaimed Peter in disbelief. "And you're telling me you haven't fucked her yet?"

"Well, no... But I'm planning to." He took another sip of his beer before going on: "I mean, have you looked at her boobs? Just the right size!"

Peter had felt horny since they exited the gym, and his buddies graphic description didn't make things better. He tried to casually readjust himself to hide his boner. "They're nice, yeah. But what about the ass?" He asked curiously.

Tom nodded, thinking about her tight little bubble butt. "Yeah, she has a great booty. And she's got a killer rack, too."

God, Peters cock was throbbing. What was wrong? A little dirty talk didn't usually excite him so much. He reached down to his groin to readjust himself again, shivering slightly as he touched his cock through his shorts. His friends' comments made him feel strangely aroused, almost as if he would get a hardon just from looking at her.

"What is it with you today?", Tom finally asked, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor before suddenly laughing. "Are you having a boner, dude?"

"Yeah," admitted Peter, feeling embarrassed by the sudden realization of his erection. "It's your fault, talking about that hot babe."

"So, you're saying", continued Tom, laughing, "I am giving you a stiff one? No homo, man!"

Peter laughed nervously and looked away, trying to hide his hard-on. "Shut up, dude!"

But it was no use. His cock was harder than it ever was, and it was aching to be touched. He looked at Tom. They didn't have that kind of relationship, but he *needed* to touch himself now. Excusing himself to the bathroom would be even more embarrassing. So, he just fished out his leaking rod out of his shorts and mumbled "God, sorry, I hope you don't mind." as he slowly began to stroke himself.

"Dude! What the fuck!? Are you jerking off?! Do that at home!" Tom shouted, shocked by what he saw. He couldn't believe his best friend was doing that in front of him. He wanted to say more, but there was something else catching his eye: On the right arm that Peter was using to jerk his cock, he could see some hair growing in. Just a light coating, but clearly visible. Usually, Peter was well groomed, just like himself. His left arm followed suit.

"Dude! You're getting hairy!" Tom exclaimed, even though that adjective was really far from true yet. Peter looked down on the arm Tom pointed at, without stopping his slow jerking. Tom was right, this coating of hair hadn't been there before. As he looked to his legs, he could see the same thing happening there. For some perverse reason, this only served to make him even more horny. He moaned, as another spurt of precum wetted his hand.

"Dude, are you okay? Why are you fucking jerking yourself off in front of me?" Tom asked concernedly. He felt bad for his friend who seemed to be getting turned on by his own body changes. A small diamond patch of dark hair had now appeared on his friends chest and he could see small bushes of hair growing in under his armpits. That was when Tom smelled it. The manly smell of musk and sweat, coming from Peter. His armpits were damp from sweat, as this new smell only turned him on even more.

"Oh God Tom, I'm so sorry, but... I... You...", With a defeated grunt, Peter grabbed his buddies head with his right hand and forced it between his legs, and over his cock.

At first, Tom was surprised, before he tried to resist. It was no use, however. Even though Tom was supposed the stronger one of them both, Peter had his hand firmly at the back of Toms head and pressed him into his groin. Peters cock, which was slick with pre rubbed against his mouth which he kept closed at all costs.

"Come on!" Peter whined, increasing the force even more. "I need someone to suck me off here."

"I'm not..." Tom began to answer, only to recognize his mistake right after. As he opened his mouth to answer, Peters cock was pushed inside. He could taste the salty flavor of Peter's precum on it and almost gagged. He wanted to byte, but somehow didn't find the strength for it. He let out a soft involuntary moan instead as Peter's cock slipped deeper into his throat until it hit his tonsils.

Meanwhile, Peter noticed a visible trail of black hair running across his previously hairless cobblestone abs. He felt really bad basically face-fucking his workout buddy, but he just couldn't restrain himself. He *needed* to bob his bros head up and down his cock with his strong paw. As more and more hair grew in on his belly, he felt his body filling up more and more. His muscles were joined by a substantial layer of fat, giving him a burlier look by the second. At the same time, his smell intensified further, filling up Toms apartment.

Meanwhile, Tom was undergoing a change of his own. Every passing second, he felt weaker and weaker, his body visibly shrinking in on itself. It didn't help that his nostrils were simultaneously attacked by the increasingly intense stink of Peter and his large pubic bush that was growing in either. He was being used, and he hated every second of it, but found himself powerless to do anything about it.

Where Peters stink reached the apartment, it began to change, subtly at first, then increasingly fast: The designer couch became a cheap red leather sofa. In the kitchen, dirty pans and plates were piling up, a patina of dust and grime covered the surfaces. It looked like a wardrobe exploded over the room, as dirty laundry scattered over the floor, adding to the stale and stinky air with the same aroma that Peter was emitting full force now. If anything, this only served to excite him more. While his left hand went through his beard and his dense pelt of body hair, he grabbed more and more of Toms shrinking body with his right hand and pressed it into his groin, not caring that it changed into a wooly cloth like material that had seen much, much better days already. It was ripped and ragged, stained by numerous stains of various sources. Mainly, of course, cum, but also pre, sweat and even the occasional bit of piss that had leaked into Toms fabric body.

The cum rag that was once Tom was fully aware of everything happening to it. It could still taste and smell, all across its filthy fabric body, and was forced to absorb another huge load of cum that Peter shot into it, even though it was still damp from the previous one.

Panting, Peter threw the used cum rag onto a pile of clothing on the floor. He didn't care that his hairy body was crusty with dried up cum or that he stank like a cave man. Taking a shower was not a concept the new Peter needed, he was a real man after all.

If you're a fan of the theme, check out my other two sides of the same coin stories!

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 17

welcome the the seventeenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. got got got it bad by @kairiolette

"He leans in to hook his arm around Keith’s shoulders in full. It’s right in Keith ear, when he speaks. “I have a crush on someone new, like, every week.”

“No—it's not someone.” Keith brings his head up, and it feels as heavy on his neck as if it were his center of gravity, and he meets Lance’s eyes with his own. Keith doesn’t mean to communicate something through their silence, he just kind of gets caught up in staring at Lance’s face, which tends to happen lately. Sharp features, cheekbones and chin. Impossible eyes and a loud mouth as expressive as his eyebrows. But Lance seems to come to some understanding on his own. He sits back in a rare, rare moment of speechlessness, that mouth of his slightly pursed and twitching in its search for words in what can only be, though Keith doesn’t know much about body language, immense confusion on the brink of realization."

Or: Keith acknowledges his feelings for Lance and promptly goes through the five stages of grief.

what have i said about fics from 2016!!! just the end note and the end made me LAUGH like i couldnt help reading this. they are so stupid and so lame and i love them so much. if u like 5+1 and u like klance being annoying i highly recommend

2. Wicked rather than virtuous by 2dick2down [EXLPICIT]

No one ever told you how hard it was to be sexy during a Washington winter, especially not Fifty Shades of Grey, which Lance often felt like the star of. And, all right, in all fairness, Keith wasn’t Christian Grey levels of wealthy, and he didn’t have any secret sex rooms, and Lance was not with him because he’d signed his ass over to a repressed BDSM god.

Don’t get Lance wrong. Keith was definitely a repressed rich boy. It was just that he was Mr. Grey’s inverse: the type of repressed rich boy you had to beg to spank you and even then there was no telling if he’d have to leave the room afterwards because he felt so torn up with guilt at having to hurt you. Which he didn’t. Or, well, he did, but Lance liked it. Enough to ask for it, anyway.

And was that honestly so crazy?

okay so honestly this is a porn fic. BUT it is a porn fic that also has a plot, and the plot is actually pretty sweet. the crowning jewel of this fic tho is how fucking funny it is. like i was genuinely laughing out loud on several occasions. i will provide for you an example of such:

“Let me cook for you, since you so rudely interrupted my attempts to feed you last night.”

“I don’t know,” Lance said. “If I remember correctly, I was stuffed for most of the night.”

Keith let that sit between them untouched.

“I know you want to laugh.”

it’s so funny. this is one of many moments. read it trust me

3. you build your tower (but call me home) by @parchmints

In the land of Arus, the youngest Nalquodian prince—Prince Leandro—is hidden away in a little castle that overlooks the kingdom; a countermeasure to protect him from the Galran assassins that have sworn to take his life.

And in the tallest tower of the castle, behind a grimy rose window and under a dusty sheet, is an enchanting gargoyle that the prince finds himself compelled to visit every day.

Almost as if by a spell...

idk what it is about me and gargoyle fics. im obsessed. this one in particular blew me away!! the plot was EXCELLENT, magic and fantasy and royalty that doesnt suck. so much fun and SO much intrigue. i read this the first time and literally could not put it down, and then when i finished i scrolled right back up to the top and reread it

4. you’re lucky that’s what i like by zenstrike

Lance rescues a hamster from certain doom.

or, Lance has Keith wrapped around his little finger and doesn’t even realize it.

okay this description is from the first work in the series and it does not do the whole thing justice omg. i am OBSESSED with this series. a month or so ago i was freaking out on here bc it was updated for the first time in forever and i was so pumped!! the way klance is written here is like nothing i’ve ever read before and i cannot get enough. they’re soft and they’re scared and they’re so so young and they don’t know how anything works yet but they know that they want to find out together. and they each come from a place of brokenness and strangeness and they know that beauty can come from that messiness and they embrace it but they are so sure that they will be the ones to stay tangled together despite the odds and they’re RIGHT. literally no words i could use would properly explain this series to you like i am speechless! 

5. layer cake by zenstrike

Keith and Lance, on the couch with a bottle of wine

this fic is from you’re lucky that’s what i like, and it’s singled out particularly because this one did things to me. i read it several times in a row just to fully process it. it’s so aptly named because the layers of devotion...genuinely almost more than i could and can handle. god. 

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura LN13 Chapter 5 Summary

I am currently reading Hamefura LN13 and will post summaries after each chapter.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Foreign Study

Chapter 2: The Prince Of Ethenell (Part 1)

Chapter 2: The Prince Of Ethenell (Part 2)

Chapter 3: The Sightseeing Outing With Cezar

Chapter 4: Maria's Crisis (Part 1)

Chapter 4: Maria's Crisis (Part 2)

Chapter 5: A Prince's Jealousy

Raphael Has Been Worried Sick About Katarina

When Katarina returns to the Ministry, Raphael pounces on her right away.

Since Katarina told him something unsetting before leaving, Raphael had been worried the whole time. And when she contacted him afterward and told him she had faced Sarah among others, he became even more worried.

In truth, Raphael wanted to go with her as support but couldn't because of work. He was eagerly waiting for her to return while doing his work. 

Raphael: I told you to be careful but you put yourself in danger again! Are you injured? Is anything wrong with your body?

Katarina apologizes to Raphael since she can tell he has been worried sick about her. She also tells him she is okay and has no injury. Raphael feels relieved.

Katarina's Questioning - Magic Going Out of Control

Katarina will be questioned by Larna, who knows about dark magic, and Cyrus, who is in charge of containing Larna's enthusiasm.

Katarina tells Larna and Cyrus she lost control of her magic during the incident. She lost control as "she used dark magic in a way unrelated to her will".

Back then, Katarina felt like a blizzard was blowing out of her body. Larna and Cyrus recognize in this description the sensation felt when someone loses control of their magic.

Katarina has never experienced losing control of her magic until now because she only has a small amount of magic power. But it happened to Keith around the time he arrived in the Claes house since he still couldn't control his magic well then. After the incident, Katarina felt guilty and did some research about magic going out of control. She feels like what she has experienced herself is different from what she learned from her research.

Katarina wonders if the fact she lost control of her magic means that she actually has high dark magic power. Larna can't verify it since they can't comprehend what high dark magic power is, but she agrees it is possible. Katarina remembers that they don't know much about dark magic because it has been hidden by royals for a long time until one of them disclosed it during the previous succession struggle.

Cyrus adds that magic going out of control is not only caused by high magic power. It can also be caused by emotional disarray. Katarina remembers that she heard before that emotional disarray could cause magic disarray. It didn't cross her mind because back then she didn't understand what it meant and figured it didn't concern her since she had weak magic.

Larna thinks Katarina lost control of her magic because she experienced strong anger just before. After all, they know dark magic feeds on negative emotions. It makes sense to Katarina but she can't readily agree since she can't distinctly remember what happened.

Katarina asks if it can possibly happen again. She is scared of experiencing it again because at that time she felt like she had become someone else. Cyrus thinks it is possible.

Katarina asks what she can do so that it won't happen. Larna thinks it will be difficult to contain her feelings since Katarina gets angry for the sake of her loved ones. Katarina agrees. She doesn't really get angry for herself but she usually can't contain her anger when the people precious to her are suffering. 

Larna suggests to Katarina that whenever she feels overwhelmed with anger and feels like she might lose control, she should tell herself that she might hurt her loved ones. By doing so, she might be able to control her anger and calm down. Katarina thinks it could indeed work and will try next time.

Katarina and Larna are happy to have found a solution, but Cyrus reminds them that there is no guarantee it will work. He suggests setting up a list of measures to make sure she won't lose control of her magic again.

Katarina thinks Cyrus is right.

Cyrus comes up with the following measures:

Katarina should try not to be emotional. She should especially not accumulate negative emotions

Katarina should be extra careful when using dark magic

Katarina should not do anything dangerous so that she won't get involved with the organization

Cyrus will let her know if he thinks of something else.

Katarina's Questioning - How She Came to Her Senses

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Larna: And so, when the situation turned like this, how did you come to your senses? Please go into details about this.

...Larna asked, looking deeply interested.

That was right. I didn't explain in detail how I came to my senses. As a noble lady, it somehow felt a bit embarrassing to tell people. 

But in front of Larna and her sparkling eyes, and Cyrus and his serious face urging me for an answer, I had no choice but to confess.

Katarina: Umm... Prince Cezar sensed that there was something strange with me, so he startled me to make me come to my senses. And then I was able to come to my senses.

I said this while leaving out the details.

Cyrus: Startling someone who forgot themselves, and the moment their thoughts are taken away they come to their senses, huh? The Prince Ethenell is quite good!

Cyrus was impressed, but Larna...

Larna: I see. And so, what kind of things did he do to startle you? Did he shout in your ears or something?

She precisely asked the question I didn't want her to ask.

Aaah~ As I thought, I couldn't hide it from them.

Katarina: Umm... My nose...

Larna: Your nose?

Katarina: He bit it.

For a moment, silence fell into the room as if time had stopped. 

After a little while, time elapsed again and Cyrus asked...

Cyrus: So... In order to startle you, the Prince of  Ethenell bit your nose, is that right?

Because he asked me this again with a serious face, I also took on a serious expression and said...

Katarina: Yes, that's right.

...I answered.

Silence fell into the room again for a while. Then...

Larna: Ahahahahaha!

Larna's roar of laughter resounded in the room.

Larna: Ahahahaha! So he bit your nose to startle you? What the hell is that? He couldn't do anything else? Ahaha!

After hearing Larna's big roar of laughter, I also started wondering why he bit my nose. At that time, I was more affected by how he startled me by suddenly biting my nose and that it was thanks to this that I was saved. I never asked myself why he bit my nose.

Cyrus: ...What's this? Could it be the Ethenellian way to startle someone?

Because Cyrus was wondering this with a serious face, Larna's laughter didn't calm down.

Somehow, a chaotic mood fell inside the room.

Still, I was glad that they didn't tell me it was indecent for a noble lady to be bitten on the nose.

Before long, Larna had stopped laughing, and...

Larna: Well then, let me create a record of this, okay?

...she said, which took me by surprise.

Katarina: Eh?! You will create a record of this? Including how I got my nose bitten?!

Larna: Yes, this part is especially important. It might become needed if, later on, you get into the same state.

Katarina: N-No way! So I would get my nose bitten each time?!

Larna: I don't think it would come to this. After all, we have come up with measures earlier.

Katarina: Ah, that's right. ...But if this record is read by lots of people...

…then they may say things about me, and about Cezar too.

People saying things about me was one thing, but if people said things about Cezar, who had saved me, I would feel sorry for him.

Larna: Ah, yes. I will only show the points that might impact you and the Prince of Ethenell to the truly necessary persons, so you can relax.

After Larna's words, I breathed a sigh of relief.

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End of Katarina's Questioning

After that, Larna asked Katarina how she had sensed Maria's impending crisis. 

Larna accepted Katarina explaining it as "her intuition" since it had also been the case in Raphael's incident. She seemed intrigued by Katarina and her "very keen intuition".

Then, Katarina went into detail about the mysterious man and Sarah.

The inquiry was over around sunset.

Katarina heard that Maria and her mother were thoroughly examined at the hospital and would stay in a facility inside the Ministry with Maria's father (who had been contacted after the incident)

Katarina heard that the undercover guards were all right.

Cezar's questioning is still going on. Katarina is exhausted, so she decides to properly thank him tomorrow and returns home ahead.

Katarina Thinks Back About Today's Events

Katarina is riding the Claes carriage home and is thinking back about today's events.

The men who attacked Maria's home were hired thugs who mostly didn't know anything.

The mysterious man only retrieved Sarah and left the men there because they were "sacrificial pawns". OG!Katarina was arrested at the end of Cezar's route, which means she was also considered a "sacrificial pawn".

The organization used OG!Katarina desire for revenge, tempted her into acquiring dark magic, and threw her away once she made a mistake. Katarina feels sorry for her despite only thinking of her as a "baddie" until now.

Even so, Katarina feels relieved to have overcome the jail doom end of Cezar's route. Katarina knows the game is still not over, she doesn't know who the second capture target is, and she doesn't know what will happen with the other capture targets. Even so, she has overcome her doom today and feels satisfying tiredness as a result.

When she reaches home, Katarina is so exhausted she falls asleep.

Keith's Lecture

First thing in the morning, Keith barges into Katarina's room, asks her various questions about the incident and lectures her. This time, Katarina is fully aware that she put herself in danger, so she apologizes.

Katarina Receives Cezar's Visit

Today is her day off, so Katarina is thinking of visiting Cezar and properly thanking him.

A servant notifies Katarina that she has a visitor. Katarina is surprised. She usually doesn't get notified of the arrival of a visitor since her childhood friends usually hang out in the Claes house as if it were their second home.

Katarina gets ready and goes to meet the visitor. To her surprise, it is Cezar.

Katarina asks Cezar what he is doing here. Cezar replies that he came because she left ahead yesterday and he couldn't help worrying about her physical condition.

Katarina guesses Cezar must have been worried about her because she was trembling after her magic went out of control and after the man's words. Cezar seems to be very kind.

Katarina tells Cezar that she has completely recovered after a good night's sleep. She thinks to herself that she only needs a good meal and a good night's sleep to be full of energy the next day. It is her special skill. Cezar feels relieved. 

Cezar asks Katarina how her questioning went yesterday. Katarina replies that her superior asked her for lots of details during it.

Katarina remembers that she told Larna and Cyrus about Cezar biting her nose to make her come to her senses. She feels like she needs to let Cezar know since it might impact his image. While embarrassed, Katarina tells Cezar that she had no choice but to tell her superiors about the way he made her come back to her senses. Cezar doesn't mind since he expected they would ask. Cezar apologizes for doing such a thing to her. Katarina flusteredly tells him he doesn't need to apologize since he saved her. Rather she should be the one thanking him. Cezar is relieved.

Katarina tells Cezar she was surprised when he approached his face at that time. She was wondering what he would do. Cezar grins and asks if she thought he would kiss her. Katarina gets flustered. Cezar chuckles and demonstrates by moving his face close to Katarina's. Katarina freezes over the shock. Cezar's up-close face is alluring and beautiful. Then Cezar drops the mischievous smile and takes on a serious expression.

Cezar: Katarina, I...

At that moment, the door vigorously opens.

Geordo vs. Cezar

Geordo appears, quickly walks to Katarina, holds her shoulders, and pulls her towards him.

Geordo: Prince Cezar, could you not approach my fiancée so familiarly?

Geordo has such a stern tone that Katarina would have apologized immediately if he were speaking to her. Even so, Cezar elegantly greets Geordo.

Katarina feels like Geordo is not conducting himself properly in front of a royal. This is not something Geordo would usually do.

Geordo asks Cezar what he is doing in Katarina's house. Cezar explains that he just wanted to check up on Katarina after the incident yesterday. Geordo thanks him for his concern but he doesn't need to worry about Katarina.

Katarina can tell Geordo is showing bare hostility at Cezar. Even so, Cezar is not upset by it in the slightest.

Geordo understands that Cezar has been worried about Katarina since they fought together and that he wants to offer his apologies to her. Cezar looks at Katarina as if saying "Right?" Katarina figures Cezar is referring to him biting her nose, so she hurriedly tells him that it is really fine and he doesn't need to apologize. She has called Cezar "Mister Cezar" as if they were alone.

Geordo reacts badly to Katarina calling Cezar "Mister Cezar". Katarina is afraid Geordo might be mad at her for showing disrespect to a foreign royal. Cezar tells Geordo that he has asked Katarina to treat him intimately. Upon hearing this, Geordo's hold on Katarina's shoulders gets stronger. When she looks up at him, Geordo is making a very severe face, completely different from his usual princely smile that doesn't reveal his emotions. She can't believe he would show that face to another person, especially another royal.

Geordo asks Cezar if it is because they were intimate that he did such a thing to startle her. Geordo's voice is chilly. Katarina is surprised that Geordo knows about the nose bite incident. Geordo tells her he heard the gist of it from his brother. Katarina guesses that Larna told Jeffrey about it. She feels embarrassed that even Geordo knows about it now.

Cezar tells Geordo it is because of this incident that he has wanted to apologize to Katarina. He also apologizes to him for doing such a thing to his fiancée. Katarina also emphasizes to Geordo that Cezar saved her with this act.

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Geordo: … I know. I do understand that it is thanks to Prince Cezar’s action that you were saved. But I just can’t stand someone else, someone who isn’t me touching you. Katarina, you are my fiancée.

All while saying this, for some reason Geordo approached his face.

Because I had no idea why, I froze with my eyes wide.

The moment I felt dazed because Geordo's face was too close, something soft touched my lips.

Eh?! I knew that sensation.

This is Geordo's lips? Which means this is a k-kiss?! W-Why suddenly? Why?!

There was confusion and great panic in my head but my body remained unmoving. Wait, this was long. The times before, his lips had moved away right after, but now his lips wouldn't move away. On top of this, I felt like something soft had entered my mouth!   

What in the world could it be? No way... Could it be that thing I heard about... The adult kiss?!

Because there was just too much to process in my head, I fainted.

Geordo: Katarina is my precious fiancée, so please don’t involve yourself with her anymore.

While my consciousness was fading, I felt like I heard Geordo's stern voice.

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Katarina Dreams About Her Past Life

It is the day after her older brother has climbed down the mountains while carrying her on his back. 

The brother will be taken to the hospital to treat the wounds on his legs.

Monkey Girl apologizes to her brother since it is her fault.

The brother curtly tells her that it is not her fault. Then he says in a low voice it is the role of a big brother to help his little sister when she is in trouble.

The brother leaves.

Monkey Girl feels happy because of her brother's words. She thanks him in her heart. Her brother may bully her and say mean things to her but she loves him.

It is the end of the memory.

Katarina feels like she is having lots of nostalgic dreams lately. Maybe it is because she sees her older brother in Cezar. Though, her older brother is not as cool as Cezar.

Katarina wonders why she is sleeping.

Geordo Apologizes to Katarina

Katarina wakes up in her room. There is sunlight entering her room. It doesn't seem to be morning else Anne would have woken her up. She doesn't remember when she went to sleep.

Geordo speak to Katarina. He is glad that she has woken up. Katarina wonders why Geordo is in her room.

Geordo apologizes for what he did and tells her it was because he thought Cezar had kissed her. Katarina completely denies Cezar having kissed her. Geordo explains he now knows that but he seems to have misunderstood what his brother said at the time. Then he got jealous and forgot himself. He can't believe he did such a thing in front of people.

Katarina remembers Geordo's kiss and gets flustered. She is completely dying of embarrassment over the memory.

Geordo awkwardly asks Katarina if she will forgive him. Geordo is looking at her with upturned puppy eyes.

Katarina flusteredly says yes with her face still hot because of embarrassment.

A happy smile blooms on Geordo's face.

The Gang Pulls Geordo Apart From Katarina

The door of Katarina's room vigorously opens.

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Mary: I have heard everything. Prince Geordo, please get away from Lady Katarina.

Mary rushed in with such vigor that I felt like I had heard a sound effect.

Then Mary...

Mary: Prince Alan.

After she had called him, Alan behind her yanked Geordo away from my bed.

Geordo: Wait, what are you doing?!

Geordo said this in a displeased voice. In response to him, Keith, who entered next...

Keith: What do you mean by "What are you doing?" Put a hand over your chest and think about it yourself. Starting today, you are temporarily banned from the Claes house.

He declared this in an imposing stance.

Sophia: That's right, Prince Geordo. You won't be able to approach Lady Katarina for a while.

Sophia, who had arrived before I knew it, had said this, and Nicol behind her was also nodding.

And then, through everyone's strength, Geordo was steadily pulled far from me.

Geordo: I have already apologized to Katarina and she has forgiven me.

Geordo said this, but...

Mary: Even if Lady Katarina forgives you, we won't.

Without Mary showing any signs of backing down, Geordo steadily got further away from me.

After looking at this scene, the heat on my face had calmed down.

Keith: Are you okay, Big Sister?

Before I knew it, Keith was right next to me. Because he had asked this,

Katarina: I am okay.

After replying to him with this, I asked him something I was curious about.

Katarina: Umm, why are you all here?

There was often someone coming over on my day off, but having everyone over like this mostly never happened.

Keith: Ah, it seems like everyone has heard what happened to you yesterday, and because they were worried, they have come to see how you were doing. 

Keith said this with an awkward smile.

Katarina: I see.

Looking at everyone's heated faces, I felt relieved.

"Recall the people precious to you if you ever feel like you would lose control of your dark magic."

If there ever were a next time, I would recall everyone. If I did that, things would probably be alright. This was what I thought.

A little later, Maria came over to thank me for yesterday with lots of handmade sweets. Maria had recovered. I ate the sweets with her and everyone.

I spent a nice holiday as if yesterday had just been a dream.

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[twstbookclub]

Words of Love

Summary: Ace could be better at a relationship. How could it be? He never learned how. Instead of being taught, he was attacked by his ex-girlfriend's friends for not doing something. It'll be different this time. You'll make sure of that. Pronouns: Gender Neutral POV: 2nd Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Ace Trappola, Slight comedy, Romance, Fluff, First date with Ace, Ice skating date, Ace is still a little shit Word Count: 1,041

A/N: Man... The amount of trouble I had writing a smitten Ace who didn't want to admit his feelings was like whiplash. I thought I knew how to write the boy, but I was wrong. Honestly, this could've been done better, and maybe I'll rewrite one when I can, but I am still satisfied with this one. Thank you for reading!

Ace was a good person, and it was surprising to see him come up to you to ask you out. Though, as soon as you said yes, he ran off while trying to act all cool? Then he would give you a winter hat and a pair of gloves, only saying, “Make sure to wear them to our date” and leave it at that. You did like him, that part was admittable, but as for the reason why—

“Good Seven, I can tell why his ex-girlfriend was into him… But I can tell why she left him,” you whispered while watching Ace grab food from the building’s cafe. He’s a sweet kid, really, but…

GEEZ, THE AWKWARD TENSION IS UNBEARABLE.

You sighed and looked towards Ace, staring briefly before smiling and looking down at the ground. The atmosphere was filled with screams, laughs, and the scraping of blades against ice, since Ace decided to surprise you with a date to an ice skating rink on your day off before winter break began. It was his way of spending time with you, but how could you blame him for trying?

He’s such a mess, and he can be too blunt for one’s comfort—not to mention a slacker… but he’s cute.

What? Gotta give credit where credit is due, right? Anyway…

“Oi, how are you feeling?” Ace asked while walking back to you and setting down the food on the table, then he fixed his scarf that was hanging off your neck. He felt cold to the touch, but how could he not? He sacrificed his warmth to give it to you, then he let you fall on your ass right after. How fun.

“Hmm… I’m warmer than I was before, but I’m still in pain thanks to someone letting me fall,” you responded sarcastically, knowing it would strike a nerve within the boy. After that, you took a fry from his meal and ate away, as if indifferent to his offense.

“Hey! I said I was sorry, and I’m buying you food. Is that not enough for forgiveness?” He spoke with that look again—the sharp edges of his eyes softening, brows furrowed, and lips pulled into a frown. It wasn’t the usual harsh scowl, but it was… more gentle and hesitant.

It was something he had done quite a bit tonight.

You snapped your head at him and raised an eyebrow. “That’s the bare minimum, Ace! Is this how you treated your girlfriend from middle school?”

He went quiet, but not from anger. He started thinking, really. The fact that he had to think about it was concerning enough as is.

“Honestly…” He said, still pondering. “I never really did this kind of stuff for her.”

“Oh. My. Seven.” You could only sigh from disappointment, wondering how such a good guy could be so… clueless. You ran a hand through your hair, before standing up and giving him back his jacket.

“Ace, you’re a great person. You know that, you even boast about it sometimes—which kudos to you for that.”

Ace raised an eyebrow at your words since he was only hearing compliments. This made him shiver in his timbers, for a lack of a better word in this description. “Buuuut…?”

“Get yourself together!” You yelled, giving him a bonk on the head afterwards for dramatic effect.

“Ow! Fine, geez.” Ace sighed, putting his jacket back on you again and fixing your hair. “Yeah, I’m pretty clueless on this relationship and romance stuff—”

Oh really? Didn’t know that.

“—I rarely took my past girlfriend out on dates or hangouts, not even to walk around. You’re different,” Ace said with a sincere look in his eye, but his view wasn’t directed at you. It was towards the floor. You could only sigh and move your hand to hold his. 

“Ace…” You started, took a breath, then looked at him with a small smile. “You're a great guy on your own. I don't need you to impress me in some way just because I'm someone you want to be with.”

“I know, but you're different from others who've confessed, different from my middle school relationship, and I… really want to be with you,” he said carefully, giving your hand a squeeze for his own reassurance. The love in his eyes just made the moment a lot sweeter.

You felt your heart begin to melt. You knew having a crush on him was so right, but you just needed to find the reason why. You move your other hand to his cheek to make him look at you directly.

“Then, just do what you think is right. Go with the flow and we can figure the rest out together. I'm not going anywhere.”

Your words and touch made Ace relax, and he slowly gave you a snarky grin. “What I think is right, you say?” His tone was mischievous, and before you knew it, he pulled you back onto the ice rink.

“Hey–! What are you doing!? Ace!” You yelled, seeing him start to move around with you on the ice. He laughed at you and moved slowly so as to not hurt you, even keeping you close until you could get the hang of it.

“Come on! I took you out to have fun, so fun we'll have!” Ace said with a laugh, keeping you close while pulling you with him.

The ice made the place cold and the spins would make you dizzy, but it couldn't compare to the warmth you both began to feel for one another, like hearts intertwining into one.

After the date, he was walking you home, hand in hand, unable to look towards your direction. You noticed this and smiled, wanting to tease him about it.

“Look at you… All smiles. I've never seen this from you before.”

“I've never had someone tell me I could be myself. My ex was wanting me to change for her, but where's the fun in that?” Ace said, making both of you laugh.

Finally, he let you go before you got to your door. He watched you again with those eyes, the ones you grew accustomed to in those few hours. Who knew words would have meant so much?

[rocknrolldaughter]

All My Dreams Fulfilled

Description: Elvis will always be there to reassure his girl, even when she thinks the worst.

Warnings: Reader being insecure, name-calling, general fluff, cheeky bit of suggestive language at the end. This is my first fic, so nobody call me a "cringe hoe" please. Many thanks!

You were strong. Everyone knew that. Stern, determined, passionate, a force to be reckoned with. Your friends couldn't get enough of you. God knows that your boyfriend, Elvis, could barely keep his hands off of you. But neither could the guilt and sorrow that resided in your insides and ate you alive. Being a rockstar's girlfriend was definitely a challenge, you knew that from the moment you first felt his soft lips press on yours. But, you never anticipated it getting this bad. You never thought that you would be sat on your double bed, having a breakdown over a shopping trip. Your boyfriend's envious young fans had come up to you at every opportunity, deeming you a "no good-whore", "an ugly slut" and "after his money". One woman even had the nerve to throw her coffee at you in the street, causing you to be an embarrassed mess, just in time for the paparazzi. You fled the scene, cameras flashing and girls wailing with laughter.

Once you got home, you ran upstairs, surpassing everything and only focusing on getting to the door of your bedroom. You took off your bra, feeling free afterwards, and then putting your shirt back on. Running your hands through your hair, you let yourself drop onto the bed. Secured by the comfort of a bed, you just let everything go. The tears you had been saving for a thunderstorm suddenly broke out in a second, soaking your pillow as you dug your face into the soft surface and screamed for everything you had. Why did you deserve this? Was it a crime to be in love? The questions preceded one another, until you finally reached the epitome of self-loathing. "Am I good enough for him?".

Elvis had told you time and time again that you were his only girl, but was he capable of lying? Did he have thousands of desperate girls lined up outside his dressing room, each one more than willing to replace you? What did he see in you? You knew he was bound to leave you. The tears flooded the bed, sinking your head further down in shame into your beaten pillow.

Elvis had been working late at the studio recently, so you had no worries about him returning to see your sullen state.

Or, you thought.

Midst your breakdown, you heard the front door slam shut.

"Y/N, baby?" The Southern drawl called out, as you tried to put a pause on your meltdown. Was it 8pm already? You desperately clawed at your face, trying to eradicate any evidence of sadness, while Elvis called out for you.

"Darlin, there you are-" He started, but his smile faded the moment he saw your tear-stained face. He rushed to your side, his firm hand stroking your shoulder as he tried to pry you from your ball. He planted tender kisses along your neck, sensing that he should relax you before trying to explain the issue. His kisses wiped away glassy tears, his soft breathing soothing you as final sobs fled. "Oh, baby, oh, you pretty girl." He shushed you, trying to calm your crying.

For a while, you dug your face into his chest, hoping for the moment to never end. His large hand ran up and down your back, calming your whimpers. Whenever you shook or breathed unevenly, he held you closer, tighter. His lips left calming kisses along your hair, as his thumb gently caressed your face.

"I'm so sorry, Elvis, I'm so sorry." You whispered out, digging your nails into his back as you held onto him with all your strength.

"No, baby, don't be sorry. I just wanna know what's wrong, s'all." He muttered, his hand continuing to run along your back. "Are you ready to tell me, darlin?" He carried on, lifting your chin up to face him. It broke his heart to see you like this. Your face stained with tears, your eyes dead, your smile gone.

"I-I was out today, and these girls came up to me, callin me a no-good whore, and u-ugly. Sayin you were gonna leave me." You whimpered out, tears threatening to fall once again. And, they did. More violent tears erupted from your eyes as you remembered the event, breaths cut off by your murderous sobs.

"Shh, shh, baby." He cooed into your ear, keeping a firm grip on you as you trembled in his arms.

"Darlin, you're the light of my life. No other girl could ever come close to you. And those girls, they're jealous. Jealous because you're my one and only girl. You, my darlin, are an angel. Heaven-sent. God, I should be the one cryin, every day I'm scared of losin ya. Baby, don't do anythin stupid. Ever. Even if everyone else on the planet hates ya, I'll always love ya more than life itself. You got that, girl? " He reassured you, stroking your hair as he kissed your neck. You smiled, nodding slightly.

"Oh, sweetheart, I love seeing ya smile. You should do it more." He teased, winking as you looked up at him.

"Only for you." You joked.

"Oh no, girl, smile for the world. It makes it brighter." He smiled. "But then again, that's the only thing of yours you can share with the world. The rest is mine, baby." He added playfully.

"Please give an example, Mr Presley." You laughed, watching his eyes fill with desire. Desire for you.

He flipped you over, so that you were underneath him. He began to pry your shirt from your shoulders, but insecurity overcame you, and you pulled it down fiercely.

"Don't hide, darlin, you're beautiful. My beautiful girl." He mumbled, pulling the shirt over your head, only to reveal that you were lacking of a bra.

"Oh, you dirty girl."

[sonicxsideblogarchived]

sonic is insanely fucking powerful

now, you may think im joking. i am not. i am completely serious as i say this: x!sonic is insanely fucking powerful with no actual fucking explanation.

now you probably want evidence. reasonable. so ill start with what made me realize this in the first place

episode 53.

it's a fine episode to be sure, a great introduction into series 2. but that's not what we're talking about here.

we're talking about the fact that sonic somehow fucking survives falling from space, into the atmosphere and to his world with minimal injuries and zero amnesia whatsoever.

as you most likely know, shadow does something similar although to my knowledge it's unknown if he actually hit earth or got past the atmosphere BUT. let's talk about what we do actually know, is that shadow needed to be put in a fucking rejuvenation tank powered by a CHAOS EMERALD. a CHAOS EMERALD. let me remind you that the chaos emeralds have been described as having limitless power multiple times. i highly doubt eggman would've used a chaos emerald if it wasn't completely necessary. and considering he'd have to had shadow for at least SIX months without him waking up from his coma. yeah. he had very good reason.

and WHEN he woke up he had amnesia, not remembering anything of his life before.

now with that in mind let's go over what injuries sonic actually had.

also let me remind you: before falling from space, sonic had already been fighting dark oak, one of the metarex who notoriously: cannot be damaged by regular means. sonic was in his super form so he was able to do so to an extent this means that most likely not the entirety of his injuries are from falling from space but rather fighting dark oak. you can even see he already has some scratches on his arm.

anyways, how did sonic look when eggman first found him and after eggman patched him up?

[Image Description: Sonic is lying down in the sand. He is notably covered in scratches and looks pained. His eyes are closed and the subtitles read "I don't know what happened, but I can't have you dying in my neighborhood.]

[Image Description: Sonic is asleep, lying down on a white bed with only a white pillow on it. There is a circle around said bed on the floor. End Image Description.]

before eggman patched him up he looked. really fucked up which would be normal. but afterwards. he literally looks completely normal needing ZERO bandages and the only visible injury he still has are the scratches from earlier.

[Image Description: Sonic is in his super form and in space, there are brown things floating around. His arms are stretched out and he has a determined but stressed expression on his face. He has three scratches on his right arm. End Image Description.]

[Image Description: Sonic is lying on a bed. It is from a sideways point of view and his eye is slightly open. He as three scratches on his arm along with four smaller ones above them. End Image Description.]

though he does have a few more smaller scratches beside it but that's not the point. the point is his only physically visible injury seems to be from fighting dark oak rather than you know. falling from space.

what the fuck.

and yes i know multiple characters said they come tell something was wrong after sonic fainted after fighting the metarex but. HE SHOULD BE MORE INJURED THAN THAT REALISTICALLY??????

seriously i am. dumbfounded at this point.

and you may think is this the end of the post. it isn't but we're done talking about this particular moment.

we're going to talk about the time sonic literally bended a tank barrel with his bare hands with no indication it was hard or even that he had to put in any effort to do so (also the fact he seemingly. survived being shot by said tank barrel with no injuries. what the fuck)

for reference this is from episode 42.

we don't actually SEE sonic get shot but considering this:

[Image Description: A slightly smoking crater, in the shape if of a path. End Image Description.]

yeah. im pretty sure we can say it hit him and he didn't just dodge. and he. just didn't get injured??? somehow??

and then yknow. this.

[Image Description: Sonic is on a tank barrel which he has pulled upwards and is continuing to pull at. End Image Description.]

[Image Description: The tank barrel has been twisted into a spiral like shape. Sonic is on the back with one hand on the end of the tank barrel. End Image Description.]

ok but seriously what the actual hell. sonic being incredibly durable we've already gone over but super strength is NOT an ability sonic is supposed to have. and this is pretty much inarguably not a result of his super speed considering he's using his arms here. sir what the actual fuck.

but what truly convinces me xsonic has insane power levels is dark sonic.

that's right.

[Image Description: Sonic in his dark form beneath thick smoke. The subtitles read "Is this what you wanted to see?" End Image Description.]

him.

but you may be wondering, isn't dark sonic a transformation like super sonic how would it- no you're wrong. go read this post and then return

anyways now that's you're done reading that you probably understand.

if dark sonic is just something sonic can do for whatever reason that would mean that his power levels are FAR beyond what we actually get to see. the power to destroy two metarex bots in seconds.. imagine what ELSE he might be capable of.

tldr: xsonic is powerful as shit with literally no goddamn explanation and i want to know why.

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

Hi hello I'm desprate for WhiteNight content😭

Hello. Welcome. You aren't alone. I, too, am desperate for WhiteNight content.

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⸸ You Will Need Me ⸸

( Based on the headcanon I wrote for O-01-45, Plague Doctor.)

Description: The Doctor lied to you, deceived you, and if that wasn't all, he took the only person that made this place bearable. You will never return to his side ever again, but do you think that will stop him from wanting you back?

Added Scenario: You are an Agent with a high Justice level, so naturally, the Manager sent you to do Suppression work on WhiteNight

Warning: Christian themes and cults, mentioned death, suicide (from Heretic confession), victim shaming

Word Count: + 1 200

A black fedora. A beak mask.

Beneath those and his heavy coat, no one knew who, or what was hidden beneath all those layers. But what they did know, it was his warmth, his kindness, and a love that he so freely gave to everyone.

A love that many of the Agents desperately wanted. You would never admit it, but you were one of those people. You trusted him.

No, to say that would be inaccurate. You were desperate to trust him.

Because looking back, you were overlooking all of the warning signs, feigning ignorance to all the wrongness of his actions. You have noticed how many have left the Doctor's unit: red-faced, euphoric, and intoxicated despite having brought no drugs with them.

But then, O-03-03 warned you: "Stay away from that creature."

Ever since, the bubble of mystique surrounding the Doctor popped. The rose-tinted glasses had shattered, and all that left for you to see was an Abnormality.

An Abnormality you were beginning to doubt was a ZAYIN.

Still, you wanted to believe in him. Even when he began to drop his black clothes in exchange for lighter, whiter ones. Even when you were noticing delusions of grandeur and martyrdom in his words. Not even the Beast's number on his collar convinced you.

You really, really wanted to believe in him. Almost to the point of being just as blind as his cult followers.

"I did tell you, didn't I?" O-01-45--no. T-03-46, or as data entry now said, WhiteNight, gently swayed up and down as he lazily floated a few feet off the floor. "The day will come that I will save you. I am certain I foretold you."

"Save us from what?" You couldn't help but balk in disgust. "You massacred more than half of the facility. You killed everyone in my team! Some of your followers were my friends, and you...you! You turned them into those...things!"

"You cannot fault them for seeking companionship, <Name>. They were lonely souls trapped in a slaughterhouse. They didn't want to become attached to someone who will soon be on the butchering block, but I am permanent. Deathless. Eternal. With me, they wouldn't have to fear such things."

"So, you put them on the butchering block instead?"

"Worthy is the lamb who was slain," his lips parted to show a toothy smile. "My Apostles deserved all the power and wisdom they received, and the honor they shall receive afterwards."

You opened your mouth, ready to scream at him. But what would be the point? He was so far up in his own delusions that you would only be wasting your breath.

T-03-46 tilted his head, perhaps curious for your silence, perhaps to mock you for your ignorance. His thick lashes that fanned over his cheek fluttered open a little, and it took your all not to flinch at the redness of his eyes.

"Ah, but there was that heretic." T-03-46 sat up midair, crossing his legs gracefully as he did so.

You glared at the mentioning of your friend. "You don't get to call them that."

"Ah. Perhaps I missed the truth. You are not here for the Rapture. You are here for them, aren't you?"

"Yes." You raised your head, looking at him head on. "What other reason should I have to come see you?"

A thick fog begin to flow into the room. It was cool, lighter than the air in the room, yet it sunk down to the floor where it hid your feet.

As the Doctor, he had been difficult to read. As the Doctor, he could keep his emotions hidden behind an affable mask. But in this form, where his powers were always on display for everyone to see, he was far more predictable.

And right now, you know you had just angered him.

"What a shame. For you to waste your loyalty and heart on that sinner. Tell me, what is it about them that you love so much? They betrayed your trust as much as they did mine. And when it all became too much, they confessed to that false prophet with the thorns, and hung themselves. They could have never offered you the release you so desperately want. They couldn't even save themselves...so, how could they possibly have saved you?"

"That is true. They are just human after all. A weak, sinful little human that willingly brought themselves to this hell, but so am I. I chose to work for this place. Not you. Not some higher being. Not any monster that thinks of themselves as a god."

Still, his face remained neutral. You weren't digging deep enough.

"Have you still not gotten it, yet? I. Don't. Need you."

And that was when a bloody mist engulfed the entire room, enveloping you in its cold embrace. Faintly, you could see what seemed to be gears and cogs in your peripherals. You could never tell for certain as they moved as your eyes moved.

You glanced back at T-03-46, delighted to see how much darker his eyes had become.

"Oh, you lost soul." He shook his head the same way a gentle parent would at a child's misdeed. "What makes you skeptical? So wary and hesitant to believe in me? Was it the Doctor's mask? My healing gifts, and abilities? Or were you unimpressed by my miracles? Because believe me, <Name>, the Rapture is only a fraction of the great things I can do."

At the thought of that, the image of the world falling into chaos and ruin popped up in your mind. His Apostles would be setting fire onto everything in their way, turning not only L-Corp's district into an inferno, but the entire City. But at the center of it all would be a light so bright, more vibrant and blinding than the fires. He would shine brighter than the sun itself, making the night white.

You raised your chin, looking at him head on. "You are nothing to me."

Then, for the very first time since the white fog appeared in his unit, his eyes twitched. But just as you thought he was finally going to release his murderous intent on you, the room shifted back to its normal lighting. The air was no longer a bloody hue, and the fog retreated back to wherever it came from.

He began to giggle, which then morphed into a loud, manic laughter.

"You say that, but I know deep down that you need me. You may refuse me all you want, but you can never change the truth that you! Are trapped here!"

The angelic abomination giggled some more, greatly amused by your predicament, but you ignored it.

The Manager sent you here because he believed in you--or at the very least, your self-discipline. You would be letting this Abnormality win if you allow his words to goad a reaction out of you.

You were grateful to hear the familiar click of the door unlocking. It seemed that you have managed to finish your task. And with a Good result, at that, as the PE boxes you counted afterwards were tremendous.

Another work done successfully without a breach, you thought in relief.

But as you left his containment unit, you felt his bloody-red eyes follow you.

Unless this day ends, you would never cease to feel as though another Rapture is bound to happen.

~ ~ ~ End ~ ~ ~

So, about his sudden shift in mood towards the end there? WhiteNight favours Suppression work, and I have no other explanation for it asides from sheer arrogance.

This Abnormality really believes in himself so much that he would simply find your refusal to believe in him cute and amusing.

[spiced-wine-fic]

Thursbitch

Thursbitch is a novel by Alan Garner, and also a real place on the moors that he visited when he was young. This visit put down the roots of the novel. There is a marker there to one John Turner

HERE JOHN TURNER WAS CAST AWAY IN A HEAVY SNOW STORM IN THE NIGHT IN OR ABOUT THE YEAR 1755”. And on the other side “THE PRINT OF A WOMANS SHOE WAS FOUND BY HIS SIDE WERE [sic] HE LAY DEAD. Alan Garner:

‘John Turner lived at Saltersford Hall, where his father was a tenant farmer. He was born in 1706 and became a packman, or jagger, with a train of four horses.

On Christmas Eve, 1735, (that is, when John was twenty-nine), he was on his way back from Northwich. It was snowing. But packmen were used to being on the road in all weathers and at all hours. They knew the hills better than anyone. They took no risks. Jaggers were looked on as boundary-striders, as Grendel is described in Beowulf, wild men, wodwose, as in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. They belonged more to the hills than to the valleys. Yet on that Christmas Eve, John Turner did not reach home. The next morning he was found dead, though his team of horses survived, covered by drifts. And by him, on the white, wind-smoothed land, was the single print of a woman's shoe in the snow.’

The elements are Old English þyrs and bæch: “demon”; “valley”. “Thursbitch” is first recorded in 1384, a time when names were descriptive only. This was no Romantic conceit. For the people of those hills in the fourteenth century that valley was frequented by a þyrs: a demon.’

Alan Garner: Mr. X is my most sensitive, yet most elliptical, informant. A straight question never brings a straight reply. His replies are clues for me to follow; and only when I come back with an answer will he deliver another. I've been tested by an examiner who hopes that I'll discover what has been lost; and I'm not at all sure that his behaviour is conscious. As he stepped into the yard, he said over his shoulder, “What's wrong with this valley, Alan? What's wrong?” And closed the door. On another of my visits to the house, Mr. X opened the door to go. He paused, and said, “They never should have buried that baby in Thursbitch.” The Silk Museum at Macclesfield invited me to give a lecture of my own choosing. Afterwards, there were questions, then the audience departed. I noticed that a man was hanging back. When no one else was left, he approached. He was late middle-aged, neatly dressed and groomed; indeed, without deprecation, dapper. He said he'd been relieved by what I'd said about John Turner. He revealed that, from his qualifying as a GP in 1948 until his recent retirement, his practice had been the hill country to the northeast of Macclesfield. He'd never been happy with Saltersford, and always dreaded (his word) a night call there. 

In 1999, I telephoned the vicar. Despite the twenty-six year gap, he remembered me. I told him that I now had a clearer picture of Saltersford and that there were some questions I'd like to have his opinion on. I asked him for his thoughts on Thursbitch; and I am now speaking from my notes made during the conversation. He said that he had no personal experience of the place, because he'd never been there. He said that, at his induction in 1972, his Church Wardens had told him that it would not be safe for “a man of the cloth” to enter the valley. One of them had said that he himself never went there, because it was “not a healthy part”. The vicar followed the advice because he respected the men who had given it. He also said that the people of Saltersford think of it as “no good place”, “not right”, “not safe’;. He explained that this attitude was spiritual, and said, “I wouldn't like to go up myself. I think the valley needs feeding.”

I wanted to put the phone down, but the vicar reported another incident. The people had told him that, in 1985, Thursbitch was filled with what they termed and he did not question “a lot of electrical magic”. I went to see Mr. Y, a farmer born and reared at Saltersford Hall, the home of John Turner. I needed permission to drive along the western ridge of Thursbitch. He said that he wanted me down by dusk and he wanted me to let him know that I was down. I thought that Mr. Y had no high opinion of my ability to drive a Land Rover. But he continued. “You see.” Pause. “There isn't a farmer in all these hills around.” Pause. “As will open his door after dark.” Pause. “Not even to cross the yard.” Pause. “Without he's got his gun.” “Not that it would be of any use.” “But it makes you feel better.” “Somehow.”

[lnc2]

my mom and i got in a huge fight yesterday which is a generous description of what was basically me being clumsy and knocking over a lamp and her berating me, implying i was stupid at one point because i forgot the word for remote, and then saying i was too incompetent to take care of the house while they're out of town. obviously i was distraught by the whole thing and i said lately everything i do seems to irritate you and she snapped back that i called her five times the other day to complain (it had been a weird day- milk exploded in my fridge/power line went out/etc. and these conversations didn't last long beyond the normal check in i've been doing because, you know, i'm sick). but i do call a lot and i can't do all of the things she wants me to so it's not like i can really argue back or defend myself especially when it's a "what you're doing rn is hurtful" and she slams back with "well here are all the things you do wrong" instead of having any sort of productive conversation. i think it's the fact that i'm not getting better and she's tired of it and i'm not going to get into everything here because it's too much but i can be understanding and also reach my own breaking point because instead of communicating with me about her frustrations she went into a tirade that was just disproportionate with the situation and also just incredibly damaging. i left and told them i hope they had a good trip. after a nice long cry session and then a conveniently timed therapy appt i opted instead of shooting her a message asking for space (my best friend's idea which i shot down because i know her response would be passive aggressive and turn the blame back on me) or going with my initial impulse which was just to not talk to either of my parents at all but let the silence fester (also a bad idea because i would just sit in my feelings) i opted to text my dad and say i hope you have a safe trip but i won't be reaching out. i'll be fine but if there's an emergency i'll let them know and they should call if they need something. that way my dad could pass it on to my mom and i could just... try and piece my peace together.

so tell me why i just got a call from her checking in like nothing happened? i said i was doing fine and then ended the call a minute later. i've mentioned before that whenever she does something wrong she just brushes it aside and acts like i should just get over it and i'm being unreasonable but yesterday was just... completely too much for me. idek if i expect an apology but i definitely want space. i'm putting this here bc i was shifting wildly between i did the right thing and i'm a horrible person before i even got that call and now i'm spiraling again because i hate conflict especially with my parents and especially because rn i can't do anything literally so i feel so guilty with everything involving them because, you know, they're supporting me rn because fucking covid fucking disabled me. and if i thought communicating these feelings with her would work then i'd do it but i've tried and i always am the one who ends up apologizing and then being resentful afterwards and i'm tired. i'm so tired.

anyways i'm just sharing this so i don't sit in my internal dialogue of guilt that i wasn't immediately forthcoming or wanting to talk to brush it aside which has been our pattern my whole life. i'm allowed to be hurt and angry. i just need to remind myself of that.

i'm trying to avoid the impulse to defend her bc ofc she's done so much for me and i know i'm not perfect and blah blah blah because that's not the point rn. the point is that i'm hurt and and i'm angry and i can feel these feelings without temporizing them.

ugh.

[fouralignments]

Q1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I came back to Blessed By Khonshu, My Son Comes Back to Me after the death of my dad and the loss of myself during those two years of doing care work, I did not for myself, I pushed my thoughts, my feelings downward just did what I was told.

The day of my father's death...I knew something was up, I felt something was wrong as my sister and her boyfriend was over; but nobody was telling me anything. I just went about my day as usual. I made brownies at the say so of my Aunt because my sister was deeply upset. They wouldn't even allow me to go into his room. It was until the evening that I pressed my aunt on it; but she didn't give me a straight answer; I wasn't getting her subtext, I'm actually autistic and one of my challenges is not picking up on social cues; so my mom came in and I screamed at her wanting to know WTF; she finally told me that my father was dying. Not even an hour later, my father died.

It was the worse kind of ableism; infantilization. it came from my mom. She withheld information and made a decision for me. I'd never been so angry and enraged in my life. I find myself not wanting to forgive her. It hurt and cut so deep.

I just felt like I didn't matter. Afterwards, things came out my grandmother treated my dad like shit along with her other children and fucked them big time; she just didn't care and because of my dad's dyslexia he was illiterate (this is pre-ADA). It made a lot of things make sense growing up and how my Dad barely interacted with my grandmother and grandfather; I don't blame him.

I wanted just to write a novel to vent my frustrations; so I chose this one. It started off as quick writing style not as intensive as The God and The Thief to keep people happy while I wrote that and it slowly starting becoming more and more important in my life and so the writing style became fuller.

Q2. What scene did you first put down?

The first scene that I put down was chapter 1, it OG was posted on Tumblr after an emotional breakdown that I had during my Gender & Globalization class; I was not in a good place emotionally. I had to write something dark, so I stayed up until 2 AM to write it.

Q9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

I would have to say there is some cross pollination between versions of En Sabah Nur in my fics.

But there are alternate versions of scenes like when Sabah Nur is connecting to the world through electronics. I was going to write a page just seeing all things he gets into like hacking all the universities in the world and getting the world's history; language files, breaking into Boeing, Raytheon and defense industry forcing them to go congress to explain what secrets got out; shutting down and causing a fire in a Trask industry production plant and shutting down a vital important part that came from Denmark so basically all his electronics and Trask industry filing for bankruptcy; shutting down pipelines in the US; shutting down trains in the Soviet Union; nearly causing black outs and watching all old documentary and broadcasts and tv shows and basically turn ALL TVs on.

Chapter 6 was OG chapter 3.

Like had planned on Erik leaving in chapter 3 (I was going to add an extra scene where he is packing up)

Charles going into Cerebro again and but unable to find Peter and going through his connection the Scotland meadows (chapter 5), however Sabah Nur laid a trap for Charles. Which makes sense with the arrow description in chapter 6. Charles's powers being de-buffed; it nearly kills him; Cerebro destroyed; Erik senses something wrong goes into rescues him and Charles wakes up that night with Erik next to him (he still DEEPLY cares about Charles).

What I have planned is more absolutely terrifying of what Sabah Nur can do. THERE Is a FUCKING reason why En Sabah Nur is considered a god. It makes him FUCKING TERRIFYING.

Charles contacting Raven on an brick phone to see if she can find Peter, waking her up in the middle of the night.

In chapter 5 that OG was Peter stirring the pot between (under Sabah Nur's control; Charles contacting him with Cerebro) Charles and Erik of one another's jealously and it was going to end with Peter losing hope and knowing no one is coming to save him. Peter needs more agency.

Then I made another twist after listening Both Reached for the Gun Chicago (Musical) ; its foreshadowed in beginning, its practically telegraphed.

@mysticillusionfox

[tenrose]

Ok, so I finished first book and tbh I started as a joke but I'm probably gonna end up being addicted lmao

Now I have to keep in mind that I wanted to read this when I was like 12 but I am now 30 (what a leap in time 😬) so obviously I'm not reading with the same eyes. I know for sure that 12yo me would have been obsessed with it, I love the idea of kids turning into animals and I would have made scenarios and possibly fanfictions with shit tons of OCs (even tho back then I didn't even know the word fanfic but that had never stopped me lmao).

Now as an adult I obviously find the book jumping too quickly into action and being too condensed but keeping in mind that it is for teens, it does make sense. Now, I have to tell that all those months I have been chasing after the absolute bliss I felt reading when I was young, and overall being nostalgic of my teens (even tho it was in fact shit years djzjzj) and I found in these books what I loved about fiction back then and that we kind of lost along the way with YA literature today. Now I don't read that much YA anymore, I think the last one I read was Cruel Prince and I hated it (some might say it's not YA but to me it kind of is YA). Tbh basically since Six of Crows I never loved any YA books after, I think. And I don't even like the world YA anymore because it has been turned into like fantasy or science fiction with romance and like no that's not it just call them SFF romances books and move along with it. But also sometimes they call YA a fantasy book just because it has romance in it and honestly WTF is wrong them. Anyway I'm completely derailing from the initial topic sorry.

So as I was saying, it is for teens and adults can read teen books if they want and that's fine and let's stop trying to invent new terms for marketing purposes every two days. Also it always funny and interesting seeing librarians and booksellers having discussion where to put a certain book because it means the said book is interesting.

And ofc we shouldn't expect some things -such has heavy descriptions- from books targeted at teens. And I'm not expecting them. Yes it goes fast, yes it's short sentences with a lot of dialogues etc. Etc. But that's normal for kid fiction.

Now what I really love and that I know is gonna be the reason why I love the books despite all of this is that it has exactly what my nostalgic brain seek for: a bunch of kids teaming together to beat some evil. I'm a sucker for a family of kids/teens/adults/misfits whatever. It's just my favourite trope in the world. And I will take it over romance any day. Not that I hate romance, but I prefer having the plot over the romance and the romance being just like one of the many relationships characters experience (now you know why I'm not into YA as it has basically turned into romance with minimalist fantasy world building and then a plot nowadays). Obviously there are many counterexamples of books focused on romance that I love, the most recent being This How You Lose the Time War but if you've read it... You know the writing and the type of narrative is the reason why it is an adult romance book, bye. But other than this examples it's not what I seek when I picking a book targeted at younger audience, and it's absolutely not what I seek when reading nostalgic 90s 00s stories. Because that's not what they were about. HDM was not about romance even they have some, HP wasn't about romance either, Ewilan wasn't about romance either and so weren't pretty much all teen books we had at the time. But they did have romance at some point and that's completely different. Like I expect Animorphs to have romantic drama at some point and that's fine with me. But keeping in mind that is not for adult, it kind of make sense that friendship, family are very important topics in these books. Like it is what most teens live. Or maybe teens don't live like this anymore, idk? But for me it was I lived, and romantic relationships came afterwards (or not at all dhjdje) but basically most of us we were just discovering it at that time. However the absolute drama we had over the 'you are not my bestie anymore', complaining about our family and stuff, that was big. And being in group of friends is what most of us were looking for back then. I mean having no friends was way more worse than not having a bf or gf, at least it was for me.

So yes I love the kids friendships over the rest. And I love that the books depicts them as kids, they react and act like kids and it's great and I hope teens today still can find these kind of stories. I already got attached to these kids and they have already distinctive personalities and stories so I can't wait to see the different POVs. Can't wait to see them have big ass dramas and feud against each other and suffering because, well, I love angst. I can already see that trauma is gonna be an important part of the story and some seems to have pretty fucked up families and that's topic I love to read about too.

And tbh kids turning into animals has the same vibes for me that when I've first read HDM with people having their soul visible has animals. Idk, there is something inherently adventurous and fun with the combo kids + animals. Or maybe I just love animals, we don't know. This come from someone whose very first original story was about a dude crossing a cursed cave with his cheetah lmao.

But yes, so far I liked it, the writing was according to its audience, the story is very kids story. And I think it's gonna have a decent world building. And I can tell that characters development are going to happen hand in hand with the plot and I like it. I just however found out that some books are ghostwritten and I am a bit wary of it but I'm far from being there to worry about it now anyway. This first book was an exposition so I kinda understand why it is a bit fast. The narrative being fast, I know they are all short books. Tbh if I'm reading all of them in one go I won't even be able to tell all books apart so it won't matter that much anyway.

Watch me falling for the late 90s early 00s nostalgia trick. I mean it's funny when you think about it, because I have been allergic to all these reboots of our generations or older because I can see from trailers only how polished they are. Like I do expect some stuff to be outdated and not exactly extremely progressive happening in the books, but also I am an adult so I can totally have the necessary distance to both appreciate something and be aware of its wrong.

[jaaankiey]

aaa hello !! i just want to say i adore your fics. i was genuinely so shocked when i saw you like my fic (aadol) and i don't really know where i'm going with this but i just want to thank u for carrying the leafpin community !! ur such a great writer omg ... i am so sorry i am very awkward </3

hey!!! thank you for the comment and AAAA?!?!?! i always get so confused when people reach out and say they like my writing. I'm still like "they're really OOC" but what matters is that people have fun and enjoy reading them haha!!

going off the initials, you're the author who wrote anatomically accurate descriptions of love, I'm assuming? (i hope i got it right otherwise this would be so embarrassing ;0;)

just a heads up to anybody peeking at this, it is a mature-rated work with themes of cannibalism, character death, and implied suicide so please be mindful if that's a trigger.

spoiler warning under the cut as i do want to discuss the work :0

SO assuming that i'm not horrifically wrong about which fic it is, yes. YES. i put something in my bookmark for it along the lines of "cannibalism as an expression of love !!!" and I'm like... WOW! i love that kind of trope! i love how twisted it is like pop off!! words do very little in conveying my excitement over it because i'd be either typing in all caps OR i can't accurately explain how *chef's kiss* this work was.

i really am a sucker for this concept and this one shot was a really good little meal towards it. like there's so much meaning that can be tied to it AND it's all done with minimal dialogue which is a pretty damn feat itself!! UGHH, the concept of loving someone so much that you want to make some shred of them a part of your own being; so primal, so unexplainable, it's a single faucet of the dark path desire and love can lead down right here, RIGHT IN THIS FIC!! this is DOOMED YURI 100 PERCENT.

i read this in horrified shock. y'know that feeling where someone says something really unfunny but the uncomfortable silence sort of makes you laugh a little albeit very nervously and weakly? me with this work. it's a trainwreck in terms of the events that happened and yet i can't look away. I'm compelled to keep watching, keep reading as a silly girl literally eats her lover and then proceeds to kill herself afterward while also ensuring that they died right in the same spot?? if your mate doesn't do this, dump 'em /joking.

i was shocked by the end of it to the point of comedy. i really thought "damn, double homicide" before remembering "wait a minute, this is a cannibalism work stop laughing"

that was a lot of thoughts, i'm sorry. I LOVE THIS WORK! YOU DID GREAT! AADOL is the author's first work so please be kind about it too! hope you keep writing! it's a good hobby to have overall if you're looking to have something to fill your time with. good luck and hope you'll post more!

[yifangtheanimator]

FMP pitch

Teaser

a homeless man have been blocked way by three staff in supermarket. He is suspected of shoplifting.

Synopsis

The man is sitting in the police station in nervous, and faced to the police officer. He is closing his eyes slowly, and recalling the most difficult memory for him......

Story

The homeless man is finishing check-out in the supermarket and ready to move out. At the exit, three staff in the supermarket are reached and blocked his way. The man is nervous and at a loss. He do not know why they find him, judging from their expressions, something bad might be about to happen.

Excuse me Sir, you are suspected of shoplifting. Please let us check your bag and other personal belongings. One of the supermarket staff said to the homeless man.

They took the shopping bag of the man and shaked out the contents in it. The sound of heavy metal colliding on the ground. One of the staff picked up a canned beer, it is not what they want.

Where did you hide it? The box of meat you stolen. The staff who picked the beer up asked. From his expression, the staff is convinced that the fact of shoplifting by the man.

Surrounding people are whispering. The staff's words were loud and powerful, and inadvertently guided the public opinion. The man felt the suspicious eyes of the surrounding people shining on his back, like countless sharp thorns piercing his body deeply. With low self-esteem and cowardice, he finally couldn't bear the pressure at this moment and exploded.

I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't steal anything! Please! Trust me!

At this time, the other staff have also spoke. He explained the reason why the man was approached today. A few minutes ago, they are in control room and saw that man is standing in front of the refrigerator and quietly put a box of meat into his backpack. Therefore, the staff have locked the appearance of suspected target and contacted one of the security in front of exit by walkie talkie, to prevent the man escape from the supermarket.

Then, they ran out of control room and reached as soon as possible to block his way at the exit, until now. However, one thing very weird is the dissappearing backpack. According to the supermarket staff's description, the man put the meat into his backpack. When they found the man, there was no backpack in his personal belongings. Instead, there is a supermarket shopping bag that could be seen everywhere, as well as a can of sardines and a can of beer in the shopping bag.

Although they did not find the box of meat that the man stole or his backpack, they still suspected that the man had a partner in the crime.

Afterwards, they called the police. In the police station, the police officer have asked and take notes with the supermarket staff and the suspected men separately. Immediately after, the police officer compared the notes from both sides. He initially judged that the suspect is innocent.

Animation Settings

I would like to make this 2D animation in different methods of materials but mainly in digital. Based on the advice and suggestions I got last time, I think it is important to show diffrent texture on its specific scenes. I am satisfied with the part I shot with the paper-based mini police station and the ceiling fan made by ice cream sticks. Therefore, I may keep the style in my first draft of animatic and trying to add more contents and dialogues to it.

As the first draft film I inicially designed, the film is basically coloured with blue. I firmly believe in the principle that less is more, so I am prefer to use 1 or 2 types of colours to build the story. Therefore, it will be not a 'colourful' film in this way.

Characters

Initial character designs on sketchbook:

As the reference of the supermarket uniforms, I compared both in Sainsbury's and Audi and I found the latter is most similar to the design in my imagine. Therefore, I would like to choose the Audi employee uniforms as the basis for my character design on supermarket staff.

Character Turnaround