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sulumuns-dootah · 11 months

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Gusion x f!Reader - Skipping school (18+)

A/N: A something that I got inspired to write by something that defnitelly didn't happen. This might not be the best out there, but this is my first smut in a really long time (last time i wrote one i was still a minor and had no bussiness in knowing what smut is). Also this is very self-indulgent, so I'm sorry if it's too ooc for you. (Writing this also made me realise that Gusion is pretty much like my real life boyfriend)

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

Characters: Gusion

Word count: 1471

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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“I thought you were at school.” Gusion startled you as you were going to the kitchen for another glass of coke. You didn't even notice him sitting in your living room and reading a book from your bookcase. Of course he was reading your favorite book you raved to him about many times before.

“I uh....missed my bus...” you trailed off not wanting to admit to him that you'd now twice in a row skipped school. But then something popped into your head: “...Hey, what part are you reading?”.

“Don't even think about changing the subject. How did that happen again?” his tone was stern and slightly irritated.

“I was literally right there, but the driver is a dick and left even though he saw me clearly there.” you huffed and sat down next to Gusion in annoyance.

“You're a pain to deal with, you know?”

“And yet you still come here.”

“Ugh, whatever. Do you at least have some notes from those classes?”

“Yeah, teachers send us the materials we're working with.”

“Great, so go take your notes and when you're done we can read this book together.” Gusion finishes your argument with a sip of coffee from one of your mugs. You stand up with the same annoyance you sat down with and head back to your room.

Not even twenty minutes pass and you're already fed up with all the different types of fruit for your Pomology class, so you resort to scrolling on your phone instead.

“Just what do you think you're doing right now?” a voice booms from behind you.

“A break. Ever heard of the Pomodoro method?”

“You've barely written down half of a page.” Gusion looms over you to see what you've written.

“There's a lot to get through!” You say loudly this time, annoyed that he chooses to not pick up on your bad mood.

“You really are a pain. Do I really have to supervise you?” he sighs as much as his lungs allow.

The moment Gusion sees your answer is only an eyeroll, he picks you up, sits on your chair and sets you on his lap. You can feel his slightly rapid heartbeat and smell his significant scent of dark coffee and old books. This definitely made things worse and the delicious juicy fruits in your materials would soon be replaced by thoughts about another delicious fruit that you currently sat on. You tried to compose yourself, but Gusion noticed your slightly ragged breath.

“I tell you what: for every page you fill up I'll give you a hickey.” he mutters under your ear and follows it by a soft bite. You only softly hum and nod you head, trying to calm your breathing and start to write down things again.

Five pages and five hickeys later, Gusion is playing with the hem to your shorts and patiently waits for you to finish rereading your notes to make sure you understand them. Something else, that is not so patient has made itself known more and more with every page. Every time you slightly shifted in his lap to reach for something or to get more comfortable, Gusion would quietly grunt trying to not distract you from your task. But now you were finished and any distraction was welcome.

“Good girl. Do you know how attractive it was to see you write all that down? I think you deserve a reward. Can you guess what it is?” his hand that played with your shorts moved slightly inward to stroke your inner thigh.

“I think I know exactly what I deserve.” you turn your head around to kiss him.

“You really are a cocky one. Careful with that attitude or you might not get what you expect.” the strokes have turned into light taps with and occasional squeeze between them.

Gusion picks you up and carries you to your bed with leisurely steps as if he's not the one who clearly needs this more. As he sets you down, his hand quickly makes its way to his tie to undo it.

Your back hasn't even fully hit the mattress and your hands are already pinned above your head to be tied to a headboard. Finally looking up from his neck to see his face, you see Gusion's black eyes are even darker with lust.

He pulls back to fully appreciate your choice of outfit, which only consists of thigh highs, oversized zip up hoodie and underwear since you planned to only stay at home for the rest of the day. Though it did make you feel slightly self-conscious, there isn't much that you can do to cover yourself with your hands tied up and your legs being spread by Gusion kneeling between them.

The hands previously holding the end of the tie that binds your wrists, travel slowly over your torso to rest under your thighs, massaging them. He pauses and simply looks at you with unreadable expression despite having one of his rare smirks.

“Are you only gonna look at me all pretty, or are you actually gonna do something?” you break up the silence, slightly curious how he can manage to stay so collected despite his obviously painful boner.

“What a smart mouth you have, but you better be careful I don't find another use for it.” he digs his nails into your thighs and shifts more backwards to take off his shirt. His skin is so tempting to touch; if only you weren't tied down you'd rake your nails down it. He continues by taking off his pants to be left only in his underwear. You shiver in anticipation of what's to come.

Returning to his previous spot, Gusion runs his hands from your ankles up to rest on your waist for a moment while his mouth resumes where it left off leaving hickeys. He slowly makes his way down by unzipping your hoodie and kisses with occasional bites that will surely leave marks. Stopping above the area where you need him the most, pulling your underwear down and skips to your inner thighs. Each of them earns few bites and kisses until he's up again, admiring his work which has already started to begin to show its blue-black results.

“I should leave you like this so you remember to not skip school.” Gusion pauses to palm himself for a few seconds before he finally pulls his member out “But the truth is, that I enjoy having you in my lap while you're taking notes.”

“So I should be missing it more then, huh?” you reply with a sassy tone in your voice and sticking your tongue out with a wink.

Gusion only slaps your inner thigh painfully and gives you a stern look that warns you to not pull a stunt like that. But before you can roll your eyes in response, he enters you and you can feel tears well up in your eyes from the stretch.

A deep sigh leaves Gusion and then finally is followed by him starting to move. He plants a tattooed hand next to your head while the other moves to play with your tits. You try to stealthily get your hands undone so you can scratch and claw his back, but he's having none of it. His thrusts speed up and become more forceful, which has you bouncing closer to the headboard but also brings you closer to your release faster than you'd like.

“S-slow down... Too much...” you manage to breath out between moans to maybe get some mercy to be able enjoy this feeling longer. Gusion only chuckles into your ear and speeds up even more, which has your headboard banging into the wall. At a time like this you're glad you don't have neighbours.

The hand playing with your tits moves to your clit to massage it and his head moves to plant kisses on that special spot on your neck. All of these things combined have you seeing stars and screaming his name.

It doesn't take much time for you to find your release despite trying to hold off for as long as possible. Gusion lets you ride out your orgasm but doesn't pull out. Quite the opposite, actually - he stops, still rock solid.

“Why did you finish me so quickly? Why didn't you finish yourself?” you still try to catch your breath.

“Do you really think I don't know that you also skipped yesterday? I bet there's a lot of things you have to write down for those classes too.” he picks you up while still inside you and carries you back to your desk.

#what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in “hell” is bad?#whb gusion #whb smut

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sugutoad · 11 months

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Matchup For @fourtyfourcatss

╰┈➤ Thank you for doing Matchups at Sugutoad

─ ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─ ship of the day ─ ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─

╰┈➤ Yuuta Okkotsu ‘ I Want To Be Needed By Someone.’

There is no denying that Yuuta is a hopeless romantic, particularly when it comes to you. The way in which his eyes dance across the room as you pass by, yearning that you would glance at him just once.

Once he discovered your love for reading, he pleaded to Maki. Hopelessly asking to know your favourite books, he was desperate to have a proper conversation with you even if it meant he had to waste hours reading something he had found no interest in.

He never cared for eye contact, he was a timid boy. He couldn’t maintain eye contact for a split second. Not until he met you. The way your lashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. The way your eyes sparkled when fascinated by something. The way the sun made your eyes brighter. He couldn’t help but occasionally glance over, hoping you were looking back at him.

Just laying down in bed, arms wrapped around your waist and his nose buried in your black hair. He kept mumbling about problems, which mostly consisted of his missions. The way he felt so relaxed, as if a burden were to be lifted from his shoulders, when you had told him what to do. To speak up to the elders on his problems and get over his anxiety problems.

Late night walks or just any time of the day worked for him. He just wanted to be by your side at all times. You two take a lot of walks together, just walking next to each other silently is everything that Yuuta could ask for

Your eyes are engrossed in your book, occasionally letting out a gasp or a frown. His eyes are fixated on you, the way your expression muscles move when a scene happens made him chuckle under his breath.

Enough about you and your books, now it is time for your writing. When you stay up late trying to brainstorm some story idea or writing something down, he brings in food or anything else you need or look like you need. When you're done writing, he will reread over your drabbles and make sure they are perfect. He doesn’t want to lie to you and make sure you are the best at what you wish to do. He will be here every step along the way and supporting from the sideline.

Listening to you talk for hours. It’s that one dynamic where one listens and the other talks. But Yuuta is patient and listens to you, even if it’s a rant about a fictional character that he has no idea of.

Flirtatious whispers, little promises and brushing against each other's knuckles is something to expect from Yuuta. He would be those guys from those cheesy movies to brush away stray strands falling loose on your face before kissing you slowly, the way your lips clasped so perfectly against his made him want to never pull away.

Yuuta had to leave Japan for a mission, you were devastated that day. He texts you everyday and has to make sure that your day went perfectly. He won’t call you at night time, he knows you're asleep and doesn’t want to ruin it so he calls in the morning. Calls that last for hours often get you late to class which causes Maki to be pissed at you. It was worth it. ALSO cute presents from where he is staying and says it reminds him of you. He is those cute people who send videos to their s/o and tell them they remind you of him, Maki once broke out laughing when she saw Yuuta sending you a picture of a koala with the captions ‘ This reminds me of you baby ☺️☺️ so cute and fluffy’. She never stopped bullying you or Yuuta about it ever.

Maki was the first to notice the way Yuuta looked at you and smiled. Cornering Yuuta one day in an empty, she had asked him if he liked her and when he said he did, a smirk was visible on her face. She, alongside Toge and Panda, worked for hours to prepare the perfect date. Nothing could absolutely go wrong. All that was left was Yuuta to ask you out.

Literally the sweetest and healthiest boyfriend you could have, so you better not say no. He will be so devastated but he will understand and try to avoid you, thinking you don’t like him at all. It’s all fun and games until Rika learns that so… good luck if you reject him I guess

#I added hcs this time!#Jjk #matchups #anime matchups #jjk matchups #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta x you #jjk yuuta #yuuta x reader #sazh moonboard #sazh matchup

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ars-matron · 8 months

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The Tarot Sequence Reread

Nothing has given me brain rot in a long while like the Tarot Sequence by K D Edwards has. And since I just finished reading all the supplemental stuff right when my hold for The Last Sun came back up I thought I would do something I have only done once before-and in a much less flattering way for a book I hated-and live blog my reread.

There's just so much in this series I need to pay closer attention to. And usually I would go on here and read some metas, but there is literally nothing!! The only things in the tags for this series is people wishing there were more people reading it, a handful of very wonderful fanarts, and an account of the decline of a discord that evidently used to exist for it. So, maybe this will encourage some people to read the books too.

Because there are some heavy topics in this series anytime I talk about such topics I will tag for them, but if they don't come up in the chapters I'm reviewing, I won't. So if you have certain things back listed you might not see all my posts on it. Anyone who is reading along and is curious about it can DM me.

NOW! Predictions and things I want to pay attention to under the cut for spoiler reasons.

The Tower. At the end of the prologue of the first book my thoughts were, " So we trust NO ONE!!" Except Queenie, because why would Rune and Brand live with her if she was evil? Then the children showed up and I had to trust them, they were too young to be part of the, whole thing, plus they are so cute. You have to trust them. And then Addam came along, and of course we trust him, he's an Addam, he's a giant dancing teddy bear and I love him! So I read the whole series (that's out so far) expecting we would find out the Tower was an evil guy, that he had had something to do with the fall of the Sun Throne. Honestly by the end of the third book I didn't think that any longer, and I was starting to before that after finding out he was also Qunn's godfather because!!! There is no way Qunn wouldn't have seen if the Tower revealed he had been a part of all that. (I'm still asking myself HOW exactly he or Mayan wouldn't have noticed an astral projection listening device being installed in Rune's room at their freaking tower that is super locked down! But then it happened for two other locations that were supposed to be super warded and protected my other companions too. So maybe it isn't his fault. I do think he might blame himself, I do think that some of his stand-offishness might also be guilt for not being able to stop the attack on the Sun Throne to start with. We will see...) I'm going to go into this read through with the assumption he is just lonely and sad and not a bad guy.

QUEENIE!!!! Because, WHO THE FUCK IS QUEENIE!? I was already suspicious because every time someone asks Rune and Brand where she came from, or how long she's been with them, they say "She's been with us forever." Every time! It reeks of mind fuckery. Then Eidolon and the epilogue that wasn't came along. Current theory is that she is the Empress, and also that she's probably Rune's mother. I would be willing to bet she was the woman at the end of the third book who spoke up to the river after everyone else. Edwards did a good job of making her disappear in the background, but I'm gonna be hunting for every mention of her and how she acts around everyone.

Ciaran, just because I love him and at first also suspected him of evil deeds. But he's just your gay vodka uncle and he loves all his adopted family so much and I just want to keep a closer on him at the start of the series.

Kellum. We only see him once in the second book, but he's mentioned in Eidolon by the Fool (Or Queenie pretending to be the Fool, again I'm not sure, there's Queenie interference for sure) And he was in one of the supplemental novellas. I think he will be making a bigger appearance in the next book.

Quinn's prophecies. I'll probably make a list of those for a separate master post.

Tallas. The Atlantean soul mates. This is a MAJOR spoiler. Rune says that Brand and he formed a talla bond the night of the attack. That it was what brought Brand out of the geas and got them to safety. The bond was gone when he woke up in the hospital and he's spent this whole time thinking he's somehow broken their talla bond. Something definitely happened between him and Addam in the Westlands, and I don't think Addam was wrong in assuming it was the budding of a talla bond. Because something sort of bond-like is also there now after the Hourglass Throne, after he used his bond with Brand to get him and Addam back to their time. My theory here is that they might be each other tallas, all three of them. Together. We know that it doesn't have to be a sexual relationship, though I don't think Addam would mind that one bit. Everything is pointing to the three of them being tied together somehow, and my theory is mostly that, before they were together together, no one talla bond could form and take precedence over the other. Now that they are together all the time, going on missions, living together, they have more opportunities for a bond to fully form and take hold. Assuming it involves all three of them.

And with that, I'm going to go read!

#the tarot sequence #k d edwards #the last sun #rune saint john #brand saint john #max saint john #quinn saint nicholas #addam saint nicholas #the hanged man #the hourglass throne #the eidolon #booklr #ttsrr

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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You wrote this for me?: Bo Sinclair x gn author reader

I've recently said I write poetry and while I might not be good, it means a lot to me. I recently posted a poem on my poetry blog @living-dead-author about comfort characters and I thought it was fitting for this idea I've had. I might do this kind of format with other characters later on too.

Warnings: Kinda invasion of privacy (Bo reads Y/n's poetry journal without their knowledge), hurt/comfort?, fluff, Bo is bad with emotions

He knows you write. He's read some of your other works when you wanted him to see them and he was the one who brought you the journal after he saw you writing on any piece of paper you could get your hands on. He never looked in it without your permission of course, he understands wanting to keep things private.

But today when you left that journal open while you went to go grab something Bo couldn't help but look into the journal. He raised a brow when he saw his name in the title of a poem. Looking back at the kitchen doorway he picks it up and reads it to himself.

A poem for Bo

I want to say sorry

Because I know that’s all I can do

I can’t take away what happened

And I know apologies don’t fix much

But I know how it feels to never get one

I’m saying sorry now

Because no one else will give you the apology that you deserve

He sits there on the couch for a moment. Running a hand over his mouth. Bo doesn't do well with his emotions. He doesn't want anyone to even know that he has them. But rereading those words over and over again gets him tearing up. The fact it's in his lover's hand writing and signature red pen ink only adds to this growing feeling of tears.

Before he let's any fall he wipes them away as you come back into the living room, holding a glass of water. You notice him holding the journal as he looks back up at you. Your mouth opens then closes. You repeat this a few times before setting down your glass of water and looking down at Bo, who quickly stands up.

"I um...I was going to show you that after I got all of it worked out. It's a first draft and I didn't think it was good enough to show you yet." A heat rises in your face and a knot forms in your stomach. These problems only grow as Bo walks around the coffee table over to you, setting down your book.

He want's to tease you about it. He want's to tease you so much about how you really do love him. How you care enough about him to actually write this for him. But all of those words die in his throat when he looks at you and your worried eyes. He smiles before pulling you into a hug. A little confused, you hug back.

"You like it don't you?" You ask. Bo sniffles and holds you closer.

"Well I do like it. I like it a lot. I'm not good with all that digging into writing and stuff but I do like it a lot." He replies.

"I want you to know that I mean every word I said in that ok?" He doesn't reply but he pushes you even deeper into him if that was even possible, "I love you so much Bo." You feel him kiss the top of your head.

"I love you too Y/n."

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

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sky-drgn · 2 years

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Heart Break Valentine's Day

Genre: Angst Pairing: Kunikida x reader Pronouns: None Warnings: None Word Count: 905

Reading Kunikida was as easy to read as reading a book, more specifically, his notebook. Not only is it the tool for his ability, but it also carries everything about him. His schedule, his beliefs, his ideals. If you want to know about Kunikida, get your hands on that notebook.

Now, that is easier said than done if you are his enemy. He always has his guard up and his notebook tucked away safely. In the office around people he trusts - with his life, not his notebook - it's a little easier to get. Dazai gets his hands on it whenever he wants to. Trying to find some things new to pester the blond about. Like his love interest, for example.

Your name was written in the margins and on some of the corners of various pages in his notebook. All of those accidental of course. The action surprised the blond, when he realized he was doing it, he closed the notebook and denied the action and the heat on his cheeks. Dazai teased him about this constantly.

“Oh ho, what’s this?” Dazai teased, having swiped Kunikida’s notebook earlier that hour. It was just the two of them in the office, everyone else was on a job or at lunch. “Why is Y/N’s name written all over your notebook Kunikida?”

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Do you like them Kunikida? I thought you weren’t planning to meet someone for a few more years. Did they make an exception to your ideals?~”

“Of course, they didn’t! They’re-

-Special to you. You can’t just meet someone you’ll fall in love with at a specified time and place. Love doesn’t work that way.”

“And what would you know about love? You’re just a player looking for a double suicide with every woman you meet.”

“I know more than you’d think actually. Things aren’t going to work out like you think they will.”

Kunikida reread his notebook with Dazai’s words stuck in his head. Seeing your name in the margins and corners. He loathed admitting that Dazai was right. He does have feelings for you. The schedule he has planned out isn’t possible. When you meet someone, you meet someone. And you… you didn’t even meet half of his long list of character traits he wanted in a life partner. Yet here you are, making his heart beat faster and occupying his mind. There was no denying his feelings.

Turning to a new page Kunidia wrote how he was going to ask you out and where he’d take you for your first date.

Dazai, of course, got his hands on Kunikida’s notebook the next day.

“What’s this? You’re going to ask them out?” Dazai said with a singsong tone to annoy the blond. “They love this restaurant! They’ll definitely enjoy that.”

Kunikida really should have questioned why Dazai knew you love that restaurant.

A week later, Kunikida was finally able to meet with you. Since you don’t officially work for the agency, your schedule had been more hectic than his. But given that it was a calm day with no terrorist or mafia attacks that the agency needed to clean up, you invited the blond over — but only if he didn’t mind watching you do some baking. In the end, he agreed, and showed up exactly on time; just as you expected him to.

“You can take a seat at the island, I was able to get the baking done earlier than expected so I’m just cleaning up now. Sorry about the mess, I know you don’t like that.”

“No, it’s alright. Would you mind if I helped?”

“By all means, go ahead, I’ll ways take help when it comes to cleaning the kitchen.” The two went to work cleaning Kunikida starting with the washing while you dried and put things away. “So, what could I do for ya, Kunikida?”

“Well, I was hoping you’d join me later for dinner. Apologies that it's such short notice, I wanted to ask in person.” Kunikida said as his cheeks painted red.

“Today? I have plans for dinner already. Is this something work-related? You can always tell me now you know. With you helping me clean I’ll have some free time on my hands. If it’s something that has to wait, I can always meet you after dinner.”

“Don’t tell me you already forgot what today is, Y/N?” Kunikida nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of that teasing voice. Why is he here? In your house. “Are the chocolates ready yet?”

“Your crab-shaped chocolates are cooling in the fridge, so you can’t have any yet.” You said turning to face the source of the teasing voice. “And yeah, of course, I know what day it is, Osamu. What does that have to with- He doesn’t know.”

“He doesn’t~”

“What don’t I know?” Kunikida finally asked turning to face Dazai. The brunette was dressed down in house clothes, pajamas even, hair a mess like he just woke up. Kunikida could even see across the room that the door that most likely led to your bedroom was open ajar, where it was completely closed when he looked around when he first walked in.

“Y/N and I are each other’s permanent Valentine,” Dazai said with the softest smile Kunikida had ever seen on the man. He didn’t even know his work partner was capable of smiling in such a way. “We’re married.”

#kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #kunikida x you #kunikida x y/n #kunikida x reader #kunikida angst #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bsd dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #dazai x you #dazai x reader #I'm sorry not Kunikida #happy valentine's day #valentine's day #sky's writing ⛅

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bedlamsbard · 9 months

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The one New Year's habit I've had pretty consistently for the past decade+ is going through my yearly reading spreadsheet just to see how much I actually read -- I've got spreadsheets from 2012 onwards on this computer, though I think I started in 2010. I also start the new spreadsheet for the year on January 1. I do it in Excel, with sheets for Books, Shorts and Novellas, Comics, and Audiobooks. At one point I had a DNF sheet, but I don't tend to DNF books so I got rid of it last year or the year before. (This is simply because I just don't read books I'm not likely to finish -- I don't really read new-to-me authors and I do a lot of rereading.) I color code throughout the year at the end of every month; the color coding is based on vibes, and 2023's colors tended to be pretty faded/muted. I read more nonfiction for fun this year than I have in many years because I did so much WWII and Cold War research for Home, which was somewhat of a relief to me because I'd been worried that I'd lost my ability to read nonfiction for fun in graduate school. (For those that don't know, I'm a history PhD student, which means all I do is read nonfiction, not for fun even if I enjoy my subject.) I don't count any reading I do for school on my spreadsheet.

Total numbers this year:

Books: 103

Short stories and novellas: 15

Comics: 6 (5 trades, 1 single)

Audiobooks: 55

These are pretty low numbers for me; I had a couple months this year where I only read 3-4 books, which is for me a very, very bad sign. It is noticeably better than 2022, where I read under a hundred books, the lowest numbers since I started tracking (and 2022 was a really bad year for me). My best year on record is 2019, where I read 200 books. I think this was the highest year for audiobooks, though -- I listen to audiobooks in the kitchen. (And I do a lot of repeats, because I have very specific qualifications for what I'll listen to on audiobook, and there were a number of occasions this year where I listened to the same audiobook on repeat three or four times in a row, listened to something else, went back to that one. Anyway, the Code Name Verity audiobook is great if you want to cry in your kitchen.)

I'm a very, very fast reader; I also do around 90% rereads -- lower than that this year because I went on that nonfiction spree. I do so many rereads that it's not really worth asking me what the best book I read this year is, because I've read most of them before. I usually do a couple of nearly-full author backlist rereads over the course of a year, which might take several months; this year was Barbara Hambly and S.M. Stirling. (If you've got an author you really like, it's actually quite fun to do this in chronological order, but if it's someone like Hambly, you do have to clear 4-6 months for that. Or longer if you're not as fast a reader as I am.)

anyway. 2024 spreadsheet's open now and I'm carrying over anything unfinished from 2023 onto it, so we'll see how this year shakes out.

#your girl

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echantedtoon · 11 months

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Demon Bride Ch39 To Play Matchmaker

(Warnings: Gyutaro puts himself down, possibly some habits of his including clawing himself, maybe some blood mentioned. He gets bullied a little bit. Enmu IS his own warning. Mentioning of the red light district but this will STAY SFW!!!)

The days went by painfully slowly.

Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday.

You swore if it wasn't for Rui and Enmu's visits you would've gone insane but now you just might with the new information on your lineage. You stayed in shock for the rest of the week. You wondered if it imprinted worked both ways. You found yourself incredible more fond of Rui the more you spent time with him. You caught him reading those thick books Enmu left him starting The next morning when you woke up and just found him sitting on a pile of pillows with probably one of the thicker books in his lap. On the cover it read 'Historica Demonca Vol. 1'.

"....Rui?" He hummed acknowledging you but not taking his eyes off the pages in front of him. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Studying. That pervert you invited to lunch said that I was behind my peers, I resent his words so I aim to prove him wrong. It'll be easy for me to catch up on everything since I was already schooled in most of these topics."

...You blinked. "Rui, you went to school before?"

He shook his head. "No. As my Ex-father's heir I was forced to learn many things such as my kinds' history, math, and such other topics. It was easy enough. I had a lot of time on my hands and it's not like I had anything else to do while I was sick in bed for most of my childhood."

"Rui ..You shouldn't force yourself to study so hard if it stresses you."

"I do not mind reading these books. They give me something to do since we aren't going anywhere soon."

Wow...Well he was blunt but he had a point. So you'd let him read to entertain himself. This was a good thing to do right? Letting him read the books he was given? You supposed there was literally nothing else for him to do for now and it would be good for him to learn...Or reread what he already knew. As long as he ate his meals and went to bed on time you didn't have an issue with it. However there was one issue on Wednesday morning when you were eating breakfast. Rui had somehow managed to speed read three of the twelve thick books already and started making two separate piles by the mountain of pillows he sat on. One of already read books and one of the ones he hadn't read yet. He stood there looking between two books in his hands he kept blinking at... before placing them both down and walking up to your tired groggy body. A pale hand poked your cheek.

"Mother?"

"Hm?' you hummed half asleep.

"That pervert is a doctor right? So would he know a lot of science and math?"

"Huh?...oh..Yeah I guess so. *yyyyyaaaaawwwnn*"

"His room is close by right?"

"Mmm hmm."

"....Ok. I'll be right back."

You were too half asleep to notice that the door to your room slide right open and a pale figure step out into the hallway. Around three minutes later a pair of footsteps came back through and behind it was a thread and attached to the thread bound by his legs was a smiling amused figure dragged across the floor.

"Hello Mother," Rui greeted as he walked past you. "I'm holding the pervert hostage Until he explains through both subjects."

"That's nice, Rui."

Enmu chuckled waving at you as he was dragged past. "Good morning, Darling.~ Your son and I are bonding today."

"That's nice, Enmu.".....A glass breaking sound went off in your mind as you snapped awake and looked over your shoulder. "Wait. What?!"

Enmu was propped up next to the pile of pillows and told to 'stay put or else's as Rui just plopped himself down onto the pile of pillows again and picked up the science book. And that's how Enmu ended up spending the entire day with you as Rui grumbled reading through the book only to look up every so often to point at something in the book and demand Enmu explain something to him to which the half tied demon was happy to help him with whatever the boy needed explaining. You guessed science was a lot easier for Rui to understand minus a few topics because he flew through the book under a few hours before getting back to that math book. Almost from the very first page Enmu had to sit there as Rui shoved the book at him and walk him through each page.

"-and that's how you get negative one by minusing from the fraction."

"Oh...Why can't they explain it that easily in the book?"

"Because the secret is that they make the math hard to understand so that only the cleverest of students figure it out. They like to weed out the less crafty ones because they think that'll make the students work harder and therefore become smarter to keep up with their noble status."

"... That's the dumbest logic I've ever heard."

You couldn't help but laugh at what Rui said.

"How do you even know this?"

"I'm a doctor. We have to know math to give accurate measurements, and I was once a scam artist so I know manipulative behavior when I see it."

You paused. "Wait..What was that?"

"Hm? Oh. I was once a scam artist as you humans called it. Me personally I like to call myself a master of mind.~ I could make anyone feel better just by words.~ ..Then the master took an interest and threatened me with execution if I didn't join the Kizuki and there was something about no longer being allowed around large crowds of women-" He waved a hand. "Nothing too important."

You just....stared at him. Before giving a deep inhale. "Enmu... We're going to have a VERY serious talk later."

"Hey!" Rui tapped a hand impatiently on the book. "I have seven other books to finish after this one. Tell me how to find the square root of this x!"

Thursday. Friday.

Maybe you shouldn't have let Rui and Enmu stay up all night Wednesday to walk Rui through the entirety of the math book but Rui wouldn't stop insisting and grabbing your leg pulling at you pleading until you finally relented. Akaza mentioned Demons could go three weeks without sleep right? So one night wouldn't hurt him, and Enmu was a capable doctor so you figured it was ok. You tried to stay up with them but you fell asleep around midnight and woke up sometime around ten in the morning to find Rui already on another book with food next to him to eat. Enmu smiled next to you with a bowl of soup held out to you

"Good morning, Darling.~ Seems our spawn is quite the smart little thinker. He's already made it through half of those books already.~ He takes after me.~"

"Not the pervert parts. I still have my eye on you."

You blinked...."Huh?"

The one good thing to come out of this stressful week was that you had the idea of sending that 'courting gift' of Douma's back to him. That should be the nail im the coffin and get at least one demon off your back. Now you just had to worry about a few others.

Saturday.Sunday.

Enmu had finally left sometimes Friday afternoon after giving Rui a check up and giving him another small dose of medicine noticing his temperature had unexpectedly gone up again before he tried to kiss you again, failed when Rui shot a string of webs over his mouth, and left leaving the both of you there and Rui reading his eighth book by now. You never seen someone read so fast and wondered if he was used to reading so much due to his previous situation.

Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday.

It was early in the morning when you first heard it, the knocking and when you didn't get up right away from your peaceful sleep world the door slid open and someone else walked in and over to you. Your eyes were closed but jumped awake when a firm hand grabbed your shoulder and shook you until they slowly rolled open, and your head looked back up to a lady servant smiling at you.

"Wake up, My Lady. I'm to escort the young sire today for school and get you ready for your visitor."

....You flopped your head back into the pillows and groaned-

And .. That's how it went. Rui's books was all gathered up, he seemed a lot more calmer about leaving for school, and then they left. Leaving you with a servant who attempted to get you ready but a firm scowl and no was enough to get her to back off and once again leave you alone in the quiet room. ...Alllll alone. Just sitting there. Staring right at the ceiling...You again sighed and kicked a blanket off in a fit scowling at nothing in particular and pushing yourself up out of bed.

Fine then. You'd get up. This would be a great time to look around for any exits now that you were alone. Most likely everyone else would be busy doing their own chores to notice you, plus it would be easier to sneak out unnoticed without worrying about Rui tagging along. Alright. How were you going to do this? You hummed yawning and stretching your back out whilst standing up. Let's see...There was more than one room in this place. You could sneak out through a window and walk across the docks! And you could stuff pillows under your covers to make it look like you were still asleep! No one would suspect that you'd be gone! Rui's connecting room had a window so that worked double in your favor. But then how would you be able to map this area out?...Hmm. perhaps you could make your own map with paper and ink? But what if you got los-

You froze. An icey spear shot down your spine and made a shiver run back up it as a thought rattled your brain.

You weren't alone.

".... Who's in here with me?"

There was silence for a long, long moment before a powerful presence manifested behind you making your hair stand on end.

"I'm impressed. You managed to notice me before most of my prey does or anyone in general for that matter."

You didn't say anything but you slowly turned to look over your shoulder and paused as bright yellow eyes stared back at you.

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Red.

The symbol for many things. Passion. Hatred. Love. Anger. But maybe the one she's most familiar with was blood red. Red. Red. Red. Such a pretty color for such a messy job but someone had to do it. She would. Oh yes. She would. After all she had a natural born talent for such things so why shouldn't she indulge in what she was best at?

Red

The red lights shined bright tonight. With each pruseccion of the music that sounded with each graceful step she took. The crowds parting. The jealous looks of the many women. The envious eyes of many men. Staring. Staring. Staring. Yes. Look upon her and know that not a single one of you will ever be anything like her. Will never be anything even close to her beauty. That's the punishment they all deserved for life depriving her of so much for so long. All the hardships now theirs and not hers. Disgusting and disgraceful all of them! They didn't even deserve to gaze upon her beauty!...But for the sake of her Master, she would play the part of the beautiful doll they all both loved and hated. Including these annoying tasks and parades to greet a lowly customer she would only reject. After all he didn't deserve her.

Thank goodness that troublesome display was over with. Now she could relax and let herself just sit there and bask in its rightly deserved room. On display a meneragrie of items only the lowers than her could only dream of seeing let alone owning them. Why shouldn't she indulge herself? She's the one who put in the work to deserve them not them! The only ones who deserved such things were her. Her alone.

And her brother.

He deserved to have everything. Even if he denied himself it only to give her more things. He deserved to indulge in himself. Even if he thought he was unworthy. He deserved to be beautiful. Even if he thought he was the ugliest thing that ever walked the earth.

Where was that dummy anyhow? He was supposed to be back hours ago. He promised her he'd come back to her after that little display she paraded on. But now it's been hours. So long that she had to touch up her make up in the reflection, light provided by dimly lit candles. He was within the envious, jealous looks as she walked but now it seemed he had vanished into thin air.

Bu-BUMP

A pause in motion as a far away pulse gave her a pause. Red lipstick to her lips. Hmm. That was awfully strange. That wasn't her heart that beat. Hers was still as motionless as a rock. So why was she feeling a heartbeat in the back of her mind?

Bu-BUMP Bu-BUMP Bu-BUMP

Oh..OH! Now what did she have here? She felt surprised. Shocked even. Oh..Oh no. Don't tell her that- ..Oh gods above! Don't tell her that her brother got his own heart snatched up! A pit of jealously and anger grew. WHO?! WHY?! WHAT MADE HER SO INSTANTLY MORE SPECIAL THAN HIS OWN SISTER?! WAS SHE EVEN HALF AS PRETTY?! HIGHLY UNLIKELY!! AFTER ALL HE SAID SO HIMSELF!! NO ONE WAS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN HER! ....But wait. If he was falling for someone, where did that place her situation now? Hmm....A relaxed feeling came over her. No matter. She was content with knowing that no matter what he'd always choose her over any lame 'love' if she asked. He'd do anything for her...But then again...This might open up more opportunities for her.

"Great. Looks like it finally happened. Brother finally got lost in a pretty face and fell. Just when I thought it was going to be a peaceful year. Oh well. It was bound to happen sooner or later surrounded by dozens of women....She better be worth the trouble."

Maybe he'll at least stop complaining about others easily being able to get a girlfriend. Or maybe he'll be more lenient when she found someone attractive without instantly jumping in to make a decision on the matter for her. One of the few things they argue about really but it's been really getting annoying. What really annoyed her was he still didn't come back for a few days. She was FURIOUS by the time he finally bothered to climb in through the window one dark night looking like a drowned man.

"It's about time you came back!! You left me high and dry for days without word of what you were doing and I half to feel your annoying crush on and off!! And you won't let me go out days without you?! HEY!! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

Instead a heavy weight tiredly flopped itself onto her back. Dam. When's the last time he slept? "Ran into stupid...train pervert. Go to the castle now..carry me. I'm exhausted."

"You had me annoyed for days and you're giving me an order?! What am I ?! A pack mule?! HEY! AREN'T YOU LISTENING AT ALL?!"

A stronger prescence melted into her and she felt a tired pang from the back of her mind as she pouted. Why did SHE have to do all the traveling and carry HIM around?! And why did she have to go to the Infinity Castle NOW?!

"Just do it," a voice spoke inside her mind before it fell into a deep sleep.

She ended up pouting and just sitting there forever before relenting. Fine then. If they were wanted at the castle then she'd go to the castle but she was annoying him the entire way there!! A lipstick was thrown against the wall in frustration as she got up disappearing into the night.

******"

"You men need to keep your voices down and quit being so annoying!"

Step after step she took down a flight of stairs and into the scene with everyone else. It's been so long since she's been to one of these. The last one had been when her brother and herself had been initiated into the Kizuki with the insistence of Upper Moon Two putting in a good word for them. Maybe that was a kind gesture on his part but she always saw it more as a person recognizing a powerful alley to keep for himself. However she just walked into an annoying argument. Men! As usual!

"You all can be so loud. It's bad enough I have to deal with annoying men at the Entertainment District but now I have to do it here too?!"

"Daki," Akaza simply and politely greeted ignoring everything else she said. "It's good to see you again. You look healthy. Is your brother with you?"

"Of course he is! He's just asleep from the long trip!"

"You'd better wake him up and have him come out for the meeting. The Master wants everyone present for this meeting."

"Well you heard him. WAKE UP ALREADY!!", She yelled into her mind and an annoyed feeling was sent back to her. "DON'T GIVE ME THAT!! I DID ALL THE WORK GETTING US HERE SO GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT HERE!!"

There was more annoyance but something did detach itself from her, melting away from her back like rain washing off a roof until a hunched figure stood next to her and gave her a half annoyed half tired look which she frowned back. Served him right! She did all the hard work getting them there!!

The Master Arrived.

A thud rang out as her arms and head hit the floor of the stairs in an instant. She expected her brother to follow her lead...But he didn't? Why wasn't he-

"Psst." Of course she looked up at him but he wasn't looking at her. His neck was craned above them at the scene before him. "Look UP, dummy!" Was he talking to her? She dared to look up and follow his gaze. Only to notice that he was locking eyes with beautiful woman. NOT as beautiful as her but she was absolutely lovely for human standards."Don't be stupid! BOW!!"

The woman instantly obeyed. He ducked his head back down. His eyes locked with hers. A fain heartbeat going off that she felt. And they both knew that she knew exactly who she was to him. So....THIS was the woman her brother fell for? Honestly she was expecting worst. But she was decent looking (for a human) and she spoke her mind against a demon so she'd probably be able to handle her brother's tantrums....She guessed she could live with someone like that. As long as they didn't get any ideas about completely taking her brother or thinking she was higher than her on any level. She needed to know her place. Now only if her brother wouldn't just stare at her when everyone was diving to gift her gifts. PAH! A silly thought. Her court a lowly human!?

"Like I'd do that."

She then paused and looked to her brother whom was just scratching at his neck and watching with sad lovestruck eyes. Like a fool who'd only discover their love wasn't meant to be. Ugh. He really wasn't going to do anything was he? She frowned.. before easily swiping the red-black cloth from around his neck and shoulders and dropping it. Up, up, up it fell until it fell right on top of the girl's head staking her brother's claim to join her heart's battle. Her brother mortified looked at her with a look of betrayal and she merely rolled her eyes.

"We both know you want her. And you'll have her. One way or another."

Their Master had summoned them both plus that little goblin Enmu to his own private study the very next day. She always hated the pervert. Her brother knew this. Which was why he placed himself between Enmu and her and kept sending disgusted looks his way that could kill a person. Her brother had many uses.

"I have business with my wife. I'm tasking you three with making sure that girl doesn't leave my sight even when I cannot see. You will be my eyes and ears. Watch her. We will not let another Tamayo slip through unnoticed. From until further notice, you three will be staying in the castle. However don't make yourselves or your mission obvious to her."

TAMAYO?! THAT GIRL WAS A- NO!! IT COULDN'T BE!! BUT IF THE MASTER SAID SO THEN IT MUST BE TRUE!!

.......Wait-

THAT WAS WHY SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL (for a human)!!! ALL THROUGHOUT HISTORY THE TAMAYO WOMEN WERE SO BEAUTIFUL (not as beautiful as her mind you but just below her) AND SHE WAS NO EXCEPTION!! OOOH!! THAT WAS WHY HER BROTHER FELL FOR HER!!! SHE FELT A HINT OF ANNOYANCE POO UP-

But wait.....

Didn't her brother DESERVE the BEST?! OBVIOUSLY the best WAS HER and no one else...but second most beautiful woman would suit him just nicely. And why not? What she wanted Gyutaro always... A L W A Y S. Made sure she got. And what her brother wanted.

Her brother got.

It was the little goblin who made the plan to actually infiltrate her trust and she only went along with it because it seemed like a good idea to confirm blood work or whatever it was that he was doing and allow him (a familiar face to her) to make an opening for her (a not familiar face to her) that wouldn't arose suspicion. The plan would be arranged soon. She just had to wait...FOR HOURS!! SHE HAD TO WAIT FOR HOURS UNTIL HE FINALLY CAME BACK THE CREEP!

Silent.

That's what the entire dark room was when he finally got back. He wasn't surprised when he stepped in and closed the door softly behind him, walking into the middle of the room before stopping and turning to the darkest corner. Before smiling at a moving shadow.

"Daki, good evening my dear. You look lovely tonight as always. Did you have a nice trip coming over?"

Two piercing yellow eyes scowled back at him. "I've been waiting here almost all day! Where the hell have you been?!"

He chuckled. "Forgive me. I lost track of time doing work, but I did confirm what the Master suspected. You know your assignment to keep an eye on her until he comes back?"

"Of course I do! I'm not stupid!"

"That's good. Oh my. Where's your brother? I hope he knows too."

"He's here. He's just asleep bored from how long you made him wait. The dummy was never able to get anything done without me pushing him! I have to do everything I swear! Including making sure he doesn't die a marriage less idiot!"

"Oh?... You're still insisting on setting them up? I would've thought you would've wanted to keep your brother's attention only on you."

"He's never even kissed a woman before and complains all the time about whenever someone has a girlfriend but does he ever try to put himself out there? Oh no. But whenever I want to go on dates it's always 'No, Daki. You can't date until Im dead and three days after to make sure I'm dead.' UGH!! IM ALMOST TWO HUNDRED YEARS OLD!! I CAN GO ON DATES BY MYSELF!!"

"Oh. So it's a matter of you wanting him to have a distraction so YOU can have dates... Sounds like a big brother alright. Not sure how I feel about you trying to set him up with MY begonia...but Im too curious to see how this goes to stop you."

"Hmph! I don't need your permission anyways!" He only chuckled again and walked over to a desk where he grabbed a quill and piece of paper. "What are you doing now?!"

"I'm writing a progress report for our Master. Turns out our suspicions were true." The woman rose a brow in surprise as a feather quill scratched on paper. "Dear Master. How is your trip? I'm happy to inform you things are well here but there's something you should know. OH! That reminds me. Before I forget-" He smiled back at her. "She's expecting you next Wednesday. I already set up an entire shopping spree and spa day for the two of you all expenses paid thanks to Douma being in charge of the money budget for a while. He agreed to pay for everything instantly when I mentioned it to him. I'll write down all the places you can go so you don't lose track."

"Hmph. Probably the only decent thing you've done for any woman."

"On the contrary. I'd love for my begonia to destress and have a nice time.~ "

She couldn't believe she had to be forced to wait more than a week for this but the rewards would be worth it. She forced her brother to split from her own body for a little while. He'd have to be used to it soon if he wanted to be ready. However she did catch him gazing at an obi in his hands. One he came back with tied around his neck. A gift from that woman. He caught her staring an just gave her an unreadable expression.

"You better be ready. I haven't been doing all the work for you to deny yourself anymore."

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You stood there tense and silent as two yellow eyes stared back at you from the shadows. They tilted at you questioning and calculating as if taking in your entire body, mind, and soul.

"Who are you!? Why are you in my room?!...HOW did you get into my room?!"

"I've been waiting since that boy left. You just didn't notice until now." A figure stepped out from the shadows arms crossed and annoyed look sketched on her face. "I'm annoyed with everyone making me wait! It's annoying!"

Your eyes widened. What you saw....Was the most BEAUTIFUL woman you'd ever seen. Her body was covered in a magenta kimono that looked both expensive but also oddly complimented her beauty just right to make her look even more beautiful. Her skin was flawless and her beautiful face was adorned with sun yellow eyes and pure white long hair that flower freely from a long ponytail but...strangely...her white hair turned to a light green at the bottom. There was also a beautiful pink flower like mark on her cheek...Huh. For some reason she seemed so familiar to you.

She scoffed as you continued staring and tapped a foot annoyed. "Nothing to say! I was hoping you'd be at least competent enough to greet me prope-"

"You're beautiful."

The strange, new woman froze mid nagging... before snapping back to you. "What. Did. You. Say?"

"Uh... Sorry." You held up a hand. "I guess it just came out. But you're the most beautiful demon woman I've ever seen." It's true. This mystery woman could give Mitsuri or Kanae a run for their money in a beauty contest. She obviously wasn't human with her inhuman features but at the same time those features didn't make her ugly at all. "I didn't mean to come off as rude."

The woman just stayed silent for a long moment before narrowing her eyes and seemed to think about something for a moment. Before smiling. "That's an acceptable greeting. I'm glad you were smart enough to realize what you saw the first time you saw it." What did she mean by that? "And my brother was right? You do smell like peonies. I suppose not the most annoying smell."

"....I'm sorry. But who are you?"

She scoffed. "Didn't that gremlin tell you anything?! I'm Daki. And I'm going to make you a proper woman by the end of the day."

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Hi!!

Don't you just love it when you read about Clace as side characters and they're just being a cute couple?

I've been reading TDA, The Tales from Shadowhunters Academy and the extras and just enjoying seeing Clace from the other characters pov, just them being "Jace's expression softened looking Clary" or "Clary and Jace are weirdly good together" etc, "Jace sleeping on Clary's lap" or "I've never seen anyone else in love like them (....)" or "Jace and Clary can always be persuaded to go together" or when Jace says "where Clary go I go" in TFTSA

I'm paraphrasing obviously cuz i can't remember the exact quotes but yeah 💖💖💖

And I've also noticed how they're actually quite a playful couple--outside of their own books, cuz when we're reading from Clary's and Jace's perspectives, they seem quite serious sometimes since we're reading their thoughts basically

But i love how to other characters, they're portrayed as still acting like teens and early adults later on. I just--Cassandra Clare *chefs kiss*

Closest example i remember rn since I've just finished TFTSA is when Sizzy and Clace had this double date and Clace is just playing footsie under the table (and Jace may have accidentally rubbed his leg against Simon's) xDD

They're just---Clary and Jace are so cute individually and also in love i just 🥺🥺🥺💖

This is not an ask or anything but i just needed to write this down somewhere cuz I have all these new feelings about them from rereading xD (I read TMI years ago but only just started the other series now)

I'm sorry for the long 'ask' and thank you for your daily Clace quotes! 💖🦆

Hi, love! :D

I'm so sorry for taking so long to answer!! But my life was chaotic this week and I didn't have a lot of time on tumblr and I didn't want to give you a lame answer of three words or something like that 🫣But it's finally saturday and it looks like my life it's back under control, well mostly anyways, so I got some time to fangirl now 😌

Yes!!! I totally do!! I mean, I love TMI of course, but my kids suffered a LOT on those books, so reading about Clace from different characters' perspective on other books it's so refreshing! I love it 🤩🥰

Like how they notice the way Clary touches Jace or how Jace looks at Clary, the way some people is even jealous of their relationship or think they would never fit with someone else the way Jace and Clary do, how in love they are, I'm all here for it!!! 🤩🤩💕

And yes! The playful part 😂😂 I agree, they seem a lot more serious with each other on their books. I love their dynamic in CoB because they got more into each other nerves in that book 😂 But I can't blame them, I mean, CoA and most of CoG was pure hell for them. CoFA wasn't much better. CoLS wasn't really Jace and CoHF (my favorite btw) they were a little more playful in that one. Point is, they were facing some serious problems in TMI, I understand Cassie didn't portrayed them more playful with each other on those books 🫠 So I'm so happy to see them in the other books, happy and confident in their relationship 🥰🥺 I mean, it’s also canon that they are playful with each other even during sexy times 😂😏🔥

And bestie, how they seem to be able to have sex on almost every place? Like on the floor in faerie? They can. On the floor in the greenhouse? They can. Let's not even start talking about caves in Hell. They have no chill 😂😂😂

Also Clary smacking Jace every now and then is so funny to me, they're that kind of couple 😂😭😂

BESTIE NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR A LONG ASK ON MY BOX. I love to receive asks!!! Especially about some fangirling about Clace 😌😌✨

#dailyclace #clace #jace herondale #clary fairchild #ask #🌻✨

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reneesbooks · 1 year

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writeblr positivity tag

my wonderful morbo @serenanymph tagged me <3 gently tagging @lyssa-ink @lena-rambles @zmwrites @winterandwords and under a cut because it's long. blank questions at the bottom <3

1. What motivates you to write?

the thought of holding the finished book in my hands and being able to reread it and share it. also spite

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

y'all wanna see maura be a little bit fucked up and evil

“My father said something to me often,” Maura interrupts, her eyes narrowing. “The law is the law. None are exempt.” She tosses a disdainful look at the duchess. “Those who have no respect for the law will always have excuses for breaking it.” She bends down and tips the duchess's chin up with a finger. Keelan's fingers tighten around his sword. Maura tilts her head to the side. “Your Grace,” she says. “You asked for mercy. You shall have it.”

The duchess sobs. “Thank you, Your Majesty—”

“Do not thank me, wretch.” Maura's lip curls. “Your mercy is the mercy allotted by law. Tell me. Which foot do you value more?”

The duchess's lip trembles. “I beg you, Your Majesty, mercy—”

“You shall have it.” Maura's eyes are unforgiving. “Which foot?”

The duchess's eyes dart around the throne room, wide and terrified. “I—I don't know.”

“Hm.” Maura releases her and stands. “She can have more time to decide. Until she does, get her out of my sight.”

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

i love all my children equally this is a mean question. currently my favorite chew toy is Jack, who is a minor character in my current wip. Jack is a pathetic disaster bisexual who was left to die as an infant but still managed to survive to adulthood and is using that luck to cause problems on purpose. he steals for a living and flirts for fun and profit. he is in love with his best friend/accomplice Arthur, but can't handle real emotions and is being really thickheaded about it. Arthur is too busy pining for him to notice. Jack is just a little guy. gay boy disaster man. also he killed like 20 people.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

working out plot/worldbuilding issues. i love sitting down and going "ok how am i going to make this make any gddamn sense" and then bouncing ideas around until i hit one that fits perfectly. yeah sex is great but have you ever found the perfect answer to your plot hole that ties together all the recurring themes and arcs in the story AND has an opportunity to use your overcomplicated worldbuilding?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

mainly dialogue. i love imagining conversations and i've been working on dialogue for a long time. my dialogue used to be so cringey so glad i learned from it

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

we're all a little unhinged about our own writing so nobody minds when you get a little unhinged about their writing. safe space to be unhinged about people's writing

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

i use campfire write and i love it for keeping worldbuilding organized. it has a lot of visual tools which is great for me personally and it's very customizable. highly recommend it, there is a free desktop version that still gets you quite a bit of usage and the mobile app is free

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

i've really enjoyed fleshing out the countries outside of Raedora and how their political systems and cultures are different. for example Guildi also is monarchical, but they have an emperor and their law is absolute, followed exactly as written based on the judgment of the emperor. Fierodia, by contrast, is the homeland of the dragons, so they have two governments--one for the humans, and one for the dragons--and both are a little more democratic in nature, with a Council of the Wise (elders) ruling the dragons while the most powerful magical human families sit on another council that takes petitions from representatives sent by villages and cities.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

open a blank document. i do this in a simple text editor (.txt) because it forces me to look at the words more (idk how else to explain it). write the dumbest thing you can think of. literally. if you get stuck, hit enter a few times and start writing something else. yes even if you get stuck in the middle of a sentence. do NOT let yourself sit there staring at a blank document, just write. even if it's bad and stupid and doesn't make sense. ESPECIALLY if it's bad and stupid and doesn't make sense. write the stupid little plot bunnies that you came up with in line at starbucks. bullet point a short story you'll never write. purposefully write the most gd-awful purple prose. have some silly little fun with it. rewrite snl episodes that you think would be funnier if you were in charge. anytime you are stuck for more than like 30 seconds hit enter three times and try something else. rinse and repeat until the gears start turning for the thing you actually want to work on.

save these files (i have a little dedicated spot on my drive) so that you don't lose your funky little experimental stuff. you never know what you'll find there later.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

i adore @serenanymph's wip beast and all the blorbos found within and how much she supports lacuna. @lyssa-ink's wips my beloved. @zmwrites has some incredible wips and an amazing writing style. i love the worldbuilding from @akindofmagictoo's dragonsong and @oh-no-another-idea is one of the biggest sweethearts on this website.

blank questions:

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

#writeblr community #writeblr #writeblr positivity #tag game #it’s my morbo 🥺🥰#lacuna #anyway this got even longer than i expected but i had fun #oh jack...he technically has a higher body count than keelan #there is a longer version of the maura snippet where she goes a bit feral and keelan thinks 'oh boy hope this doesn't awaken anything in me #rb original #original fiction #maura #keelan #jack

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this is a continuation of my thoughts from this post about justus & den nichtraucher + „married for 30 years“

i did write it at 1am and it is a whole garbled mix of english and german, but that’s how my brain works and i don’t think it conveys the same point if i try to translate it. sorry :(

something something ALMOST.

they were ALMOST something and then it was ripped away from them and they were torn apart and they lost each other.

they still wear the rings they exchanged, 30 years later.

when people notice it and ask if they’re married or ask about their wife or something like that, they always play it off and say it’s a sentimental thing, ein geschenk von einem alten bekannten. sowas in der art

they still wear the rings they exchanged, when they were so young, so much younger than they are now, and maybe it’s too late? maybe all those years DIDN'T go by without trace, maybe everything is different now, maybe everything has changed and he doesn’t feel the same as he felt all those years ago?

but he’s still wearing the ring.

both of them are still wearing the ring.

(something something THE LOVE IS STILL THERE SYMBOLIZED BY THE RINGS THEY GAVE EACH OTHER AS A PROMISE WHEN THAT WAS ALL THEY COULD DO, THERE WAS SO MUCH UNSAID BUT THEY GAVE EACH OTHER A SILENT PROMISE-

wait. something something johnny/martin, nachdem sie den justus und den nichtraucher zusammenbringen, am zaun - wo sie sich die hand geben und ein stummes versprechen, dass sich mit worten gar nicht ausdrücken lässt.

OH MEIN GOTT WHAT IF THE PARALLELS

something something justus/nichtraucher & johnny/martin parallels

i never really noticed that before someone pointed out that was apparently what they were going for in the 2003 film??

but oh my god what if parallels…

i need to think about this some more.

wenn martin wie der justus ist, dann ist johnny wie der nichtraucher

martin / justus parallels ist klar, martin hat sich den justus als vorbild genommen

und something something „der justus is everyone’s dad but especially martins and the nichtraucher is everyone’s dad but especially johnnys“ (von @is-this-taken-too-questionmark)

where was i going

right

but just imagine

der justus und der nichtraucher meet again and it’s like in the book because the book is superior which i also like because it’s so open ended. it’s so intimate. they reunite and martin and johnny immediately know to give them their space.

i also like that it was just a martin/johnny thing to plan that. in all the adaptations i’ve watched they take the whole gang with them and everyone watches.

meanwhile in the book it’s so private and intimate (like i said)

i’m just saying when you consider every adaptation the version where it made the most sense for them to kiss would be the book. because they were alone. no one else around. and we leave so anything could have happened really

i imagine it like

they spent quite some time catching up. crying probably. maybe not talking about feelings yet cause. you know. they just found each other again after decades. don’t wanna ruin that.

but both of them notice the ring is still on the others hand. and they don’t bring it up because „well, ich will nichts überstürzen. das muss ja gar nichts bedeuten. i’d better not get my hopes up.“ but they both steal little glances at it while they sit in the eisenbahnwaggon and talk and drink tea.

and then they go out?

i don’t fully remember how it went, i really need to reread.

but they go out. just to the lokal the nichtraucher plays at. just as friends, of course. just as friends. even if there was something more it’d be way too dangerous in 1930s germany.

(ohh unrelated aber an dieser stelle fällt mir die szene aus dem 1954 film ein, wo die beiden auf dem nachhauseweg eine schneeballschlacht machen… unterhalten die sich im buch auch über den briefkasten, der da immer noch steht? ist das canon oder hab ich mir das ausgedacht?)

jedenfalls!!

die ringe symbolisieren das stumme versprechen. parallels to the silent promise between johnny and martin.

dass sie die ringe nach all den jahren noch tragen ist das symbol dafür, dass sie immer noch nacheinander suchen/aufeinander warten/sich nacheinander sehnen/einander nicht vergessen können etc. -> dass sie sich immer noch lieben!!

ich denk aber grad auch, so ein ring wär vielleicht sogar ein gutes cover für einen queeren menschen zu dieser zeit? ein ehering, den er nie abnimmt und über dessen geschichte er nicht reden will? oh, der ärmste hat seine frau verloren… (hat der nichtraucher ja auch)

(da muss ich auch überlegen. der nichtraucher war ja verheiratet. die frau ist bei der geburt gestorben, wenn ich mich recht erinnere. und danach war der nichtraucher so am boden zerstört, dass er verschwunden ist. (wohin eigentlich? ich muss rereaden…)

der justus war ebenfalls am boden zerstört.

fragt sich nur, wie mein „married for 30 years“ da reinpassen würde.

wahrscheinlich gar nicht so wirklich.

der nichtraucher war verheiratet. er liebte seine frau. (bi king.) da war schon irgendwie was mit johann, aber darüber hat er lieber nicht nachgedacht. johann was a little bit heartbroken deep inside. but he loved his friend more than he cared about his own heartache (bc i’m a sucker for this painful yearning/pining shit >:3)

years and decades later. robert returns to the town, not knowing that johann was right there.

(did they seriously just live in the same town for years probably and never notice??)

maybe robert returned because he felt the ache too. he missed johann. and so, maybe subconsciously, maybe intentionally, he returns to the town they both went to school together.

and he’s happy in his little eisenbahnwaggon. he befriends the kids from the internat (man, now i wanna write about how the boys and the nichtraucher became friends…). this is basically all in the book.

johann stayed in this town. (is that book accurate. check!!)

on one hand, because of his job as a teacher. you know the story. you know why that was important to him. but maybe (just maybe) he also stayed for robert? maybe he hoped they would both find their way back here after all those years?

(and they did!!)

ok thinking about people’s reactions to the ring again….

der justus ist unverheiratet. (er ist schwul)

und der nichtraucher ist zu isoliert, als dass leute oft nach dem ring fragen würden. die jungs fragen einmal, als sie zu besuch sind. und der nichtraucher erzählt, das sei ein andenken an einen alten freund, den er verloren habe. oder vielleicht sagt er sogar, er ist von einer verlorenen liebe?! keeping it genderneutral and ambiguous.

[„ach. diesen ring habe ich vor langer zeit von einer verlorenen liebe bekommen. ich kann mich einfach nicht davon trennen.“]

don’t know what the justus would say. vielleicht fragt ihn einer der jungs irgendwann: „sagen sie mal, dr bökh. ich wollte sie bloß fragen - warum tragen sie eigentlich einen ring, wenn sie nicht verheiratet sind?“

keine ahnung, wie der justus darauf antwortet. er reagiert mit einem milden lächeln und sagt etwas ähnliches wie der nichtraucher. vielleicht etwas wie „dieser ring ist ein versprechen, dass ich vor langer zeit gegeben habe.“

(side note: potential shipname; justraucher (lmao))

vielleicht figuren martin und johnny es heraus, weil sie wieder bemerken, wie die teile zusammenpassen

okay!! back on point!!

maybe it makes more sense in a 2003 movie way?

young 17-year old bob und johann in the 60s.

they give each other a promise, although they never quite kiss. and that promise is kept, even when bob runs away and leaves johann with everything in his wake.

und manchmal ist johann wirklich sauer auf robert. wie er ihn sitzen gelassen hat. und er überlegt, den ring abzunehmen- aber dann tut er es nicht.

er ist ja auch nicht wirklich wütend auf robert. er versteht, warum er tat, was er tat. dafür kennen sie sich viel zu gut. und am meisten vermisst er ihn eigentlich. besonders wenn er den ring anguckt. aber trotzdem -oder deshalb- bleibt der ring. das ist schließlich alles, was er noch so wirklich übrig hat von bob.

auch, wenn sein herz gebrochen wurde- dieses versprechen hat er noch. er hat es noch. an seinem finger. tag und nacht.

der punkt ist, ihm wurde das herz gebrochen. deshalb rastet er so aus, als die kinder mit dem „fliegenden klassenzimmer“ ankommen - das reißt alte wunden auf. aber vielleicht ist das ja etwas gutes…?

„ich wüsste übrigens auch gern, was los ist.“, sagt kathrin sanft, als die kinder in seinem büro stehen.

und während er erzählt, die ganze geschichte - na gut, die halbe. einige dinge kann er einfach nicht teilen - da huscht kathrins blick zu dem ring an seiner hand und verständnis spült über ihr gesicht.

(dem ring, der der grund ist, warum er keinen ehering für kathrin an die hand nehmen wollte.

wait, what if johann/nichtraucher/kathrin und johann hat nicht nur zwei hände sondern auch zwei ringe)

und als sie sich dann wieder treffen und johann sieht, dass auch robert nach all den jahren den ring noch trägt-

da ist das ein zweites versprechen. ein versprechen, dass das erste niemals gebrochen wird.

(and yes of course they kiss. and no, the kids aren’t there, because these men deserve some privacy goddamn)

ok i think i’m done for now

how many words were that

NOPE ANOTHER!!

»something between exes and old friends and former lovers and „married for 30 years“«

meaning:

exes : there was something back then. like there actually *was* something, not an almost. or maybe an almost? there are a lot of almosts. that’s why i’m saying „something between“

old friends : think canon. book canon. old friend.

former lovers : kinda like exes but the implications are less bitterness and more heartache because they were torn apart instead of willfully leaving.

married for 30 years : that dynamic, like they’ve known each other for a lifetime. it feels so natural, despite having been apart for 30 years.

(imagine; (not necessarily justus/nichtraucher, maybe reddie, but i’m talking about justraucher hier.

when they can finally get married at like 50 or 60; „well technically you have to add the years we were apart! we gave each other a promise, we even have rings.“ (oh my god what if they used the VERY SAME RINGS if they got married) (i’m not too much of a marriage fic fan but i could make an exception if this is good))

#here you go #this is unfiltered #i edited the typos but i don’t wanna touch up the brain barf #i think it’s best if it stays like this #dfk #das fliegende klassenzimmer #justus/nichtraucher #dr johann bökh #dr robert uthofft #der nichtraucher #bro idk what to tag #mine #justus & der nichtraucher #<- that is my ship tag despite the misleading '&'#this is very unpolished #like i said. brain barf while i was sleep deprived.#i might come back and polish it and actually write something out of this #no promises though #ive never done that before

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