#goldleaf’s writing

[itsgoldleaf]

I posted my first codywan fic a year ago today! You can read it again below, if you like 🧡

A Spectre, A Shade

He’s a mirage, he’s real. He stumbles out of the dust and he is Cody and he is not Cody. Obi-Wan chooses not to see him. Since the galaxy went dark, there is little freedom to indulge in thoughts of anyone who knew him before. Cody who is not Cody stands with his feet in the sand and the suns at his back, and Obi-Wan considers him a phantom and turns away.

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(Codywan gang you are all so lovely, this pairing has my heart and so do all of you!! Keep creating such gorgeous art and stories and everything, they mean so much to so many 🧡)

[bluenightfyre]

Remember this project from last year? Spent the run-up to Christmas jazzing it up with some gold leaf and finally got around to tidying my bookcase enough to give it pride of place in the middle ❤️ This project was a personal one for one of my writing projects to be written in, but if anyone would like a similar project, don't hesitate to give me a DM or request via my website www.bluenightfyre.com! . . . . . #bookbinding #bookbinder #goldleaf #skullnotebook #leatherbindings #leatherboundjournal #writing #writersofinstagram #giftsforwriters https://www.instagram.com/p/CnKPf5QoHWB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐚

Pairings: Jaemin Na x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Jaemin Na, the dashing yet ambitious magnate, is tired of playing the toll as a silent stakeholder. He wants your father's business. He wants the whole thing, even if it means seducing the boss's daughter to get it.

Warning: Business Rivals to Fwb to lovers, Toxic Family Relationship, Violence, Business politics, Businessman AU, Forbidden Relationship, Slight Angst, Male Manipulation, Manipulation tactics, Smut (+18) Minors dni, Daddy Kink, Degradation Kink, Rough Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Ownership Kink, DDLG, Fingering, Spitting, Marking, Bruises, Grinding, Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex.

A/N: My third NCT Dream fic! They're truly my favorite group, so I plan on writing more for them. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this. Excuse me while I project my daddy kink onto Jaemin. Im sorry, but my bias fuels it way too much. You all saw that live, right?... THAT one live. Iykyk. Anyway, he's so daddy coded, okay bye.

The moon is high, and the night is deep when you find yourself quite literally being paraded around a bustling open reception. Goldleaf and tinsel wrap around the off-white columns, veneering the room in a deep but faintly expensive sepia tone. Despite the hatred festering in your bones, you did have to admit that the clubhouse in the very center of a highly competitive Country Club did make for a good party reception indeed. Nestling all of 100 dapper guests, 100 partners, wives and mistresses, and 100 wallets, to sink their wrinkled hands into.

Your father did know how to throw a party, you'd certainly give the man that. That is all you give him, however. That is all the grace he deserves.

Despite the tempest of emotions in your veins, the laughter you emit to the group surrounding the small appetizer's table is static and robotic, and anything but genuine. It pitters politely out of your lips as you raise the flute of shampagne, hoping to disguise just how fucking annoyed you actually were.

"You'll do well to remember the name," your father proclaims before laying a hand on your back as he pushes you closer into the circle of suited men - a lamb to the proverbial slaughter.

"She's going to be running things once I retire," a Jazz number played by a live band is not enough to drown out the influx of chatter that spreads throughout the main hall of the Clubhouse at the news of your father's retirement. You could practically here the thinning lips salivate at the very sound of it: The emperor, stepping down, leaving his empire vulnerable to the raiders.

"I feel proud and so unbelievably lucky to have such a reliable line of succession." Says your father, "When I'm six foot under, I'll know that Neo Tech is safe in her hands-"

A snicker escapes, likely concocted by the decent amount of alcohol in your blood, "Although that time isn't coming soon enough!" Your statement allows for a grand chuckle to fall across the table where you all stood, nursing your deviled eggs and bacon-wrapped asparagus.

The display is that of good-natured jest between a father and daughter to the guests around you, clad in ambercrombie suits and Alexander Mcqueen gowns.

Your father, however, slithers a hand onto your shoulder, squeezing all too hard as he laughs statically.

You can feel the warning in his calloused grip. A stern threat...

Not too much, it cautioned.

The action, though seemingly innocent and fleeting to the rest of the table, draws the attention of a man whose countenance had been sparse and dismisive the entire evening. Despite this being a private gathering for your father's most trusted stakeholders and their partners, Jaemin had been far from interested in attending.

Once, he was made privy to the knowledge that this was a retirement celebration, however... that changed things, and Jaemin threw on his jet black Armani blazer over a silky unisex blouse that stretched across his chest.

He admits that he made his attendance out of greed. Having to save face and play the roll of the responsibile stakeholder before he was truly able to pillage your father's company right from underneath him. If that meant entertaining the degenerate conversation of greying white men with viagra prescriptions and a cocaine addiction, then so be it.

"It truly is a shame that I have to take something from someone as promising as yourself." He whispers to himself over the rim of his own champagne flute, his darkened eyes stationed on you. It was difficult not to stare, when you were being hounded by business associates, men and women alike, eager to ascertain how they might win the hand of the queen.

A silk gown drips like the liquidfied night sky down your curves, spilling on the floor around what Jaemin imagined to be ample, soft thighs - something he could sink his fingers into, sink his teeth into-

You're chuckling very fakely at something an investor said at a round cocktail table nearby. Although what really gets Jaemin's blood rushing through his arteries is the sight of your father dragging you away from the main hall, up a spiraling stair case. Jaemin prided himself on minding his business. This came second nature to him.

What he could not ignore, however, was the slight alarm, marring the scowl along your soft face. Nothing could spoil your perfect makeup, but the frown he caught a glimpse of before you disappeared was enough.

Jaemin almost immediately found his Hilfiger loafers leading him down the path you had just walked. He downed the golden liquid in his flute and, never breaking eye contact from the spiral staircase, placed the glass on the tray of a mobile waiter. He wiped the access champagne off his lips, quite barbarically, with the sleeves of his blazer as he emerged into the main foyer.

Immediately, a hiss of conversation could be heard from the mezzanine above.

"-the hands of the company! Do you understand how important this is?! How fucking ungrateful you are-"

"Not to interrupt," Jaemin speaks, slyly climbing the stairs as he stuffed his hand into the pocket of his dress pants. The look your father thows him is absolutely villanizing.

Instead of shying away, however, you swallow thickly to note a slow sick sort of smirk curling onto Jaemin's face.

"Who the fuck are you?" Instead of sparing your father any look at all, Jaemin's gaze is solidified on your father's violent grip on your forearm.

"You don't know who he is?" You ask your father, marginally shocked but not at all surprised as Jaemin neared the two of you.

"That's okay, that's okay," he says, letting the gleaming smirk stay solid across his face, "My father sends his greetings, by the way" Jaemin says, "I didn't wish for our 45% share not to be represented at such a monumental event."

Therein lies the very first signs of embarrassment around your father's face. He begrudgingly removes his grip from your forearm but does not leave before he quickly tacks on, "Excuse me, Mr Na, but this is a private conversation -"

Jaemin is already lifting his hand, his Rolex gleaming under the crystal chandelier as he casually says, "Important enough to miss an audience with your shareholders? Everyone is asking for you, big man." Jaemin replies smoothly, "You are still the boss, right?"

Then, and only then does Jaemin exchange the very first real bit if eye contact with you tnh entire evening, and God strike you dead if it did not release an influx of warm, sputtering butterflies with molten wings in the pit of your stomach. You're still glidd to his side. The successor cradled tightly to her Daddy's arm.

"We'll finish this later," Your father hisses in your ear before stepping back and giving Jaemin one final nod. His disappearance births an uncomfortable heat and even more uncomfortable silence in the mezzanine. Jaemin does nothing but watch you with a tilted head and a near constant smirk.

"Hi." He says cheekily, all of the seriousness in his voice gone as he begins to move closer to you. You only roll your eyes before turning around to scour for a free room in the clubhouse. He follows cooly and calmly.

"Stop staring at my ass," you chide, pushing open a heavy door before switching on the light.

"Nah," Jaemin follows you inside. "Don't tell me what to do,"

He turns to peer down the corridor with one raised eyebrow before effectively sealing the door shut. You had led the both of you into one of the very many guest suites peppered across the Clubhouse. Jaemin is remarkably pleased to notice how your inhibitions immediately melt away. Your shoulders relax as you kick off your red bottomed heels, letting them land lazily in a corner.

"You haven't told him have you?" His voice is stable but rumbles like a heavy cloud throughout the room.

You evade eye contact as you quickly walk up to him, beginning to splay tiny kisses around his exposed neck.

"No, Jaemin," Your breathe fans across his exposed skin as you undo thr little bow of the silk blouse, "I did not tell my father about your plans to rape his company," You push down his blazer and he lets you. Watching you with a piercing glare as a deep, warm, pool of lust begins to grow in your core at the very sight of how big he truly is.

"Would you rather he find out on the day?" He asks, still letting you undress him as if he was a lifeless piece of him. "I know you're evil but that evil-"

"Fuck, you're so hot," Jaemin's cock stirs, as it always did, when that needy sort of whine pushed itself out the confines of your throat. You knew what buttons to push, to get the reaction you wanted. Tonight, however, would prove to be a much different occasion.

"How long do you plan on waiting?" You're nails are dragging itself down the front of his muscled body. Before you can reach his cock, already causing a bulge in his dress pants, Jaemin roughly grabs at your wrist.

"I said. How long do you plan on waiting?" Despite the calmness in his voice, Jaemin's grip on your wrist is unrelenting. It is rough, and it is violent, and it makes your father's earlier grip on your forearm feel like a child's play.

"Fucking forever, Jaemin! Jesus!" You burst in a flurry of rage and lust and frustration. "I will wait until forever it means I won't get outed as a shit daughter and a fucking rat, Jaemin!"

He tilts his head as he smiles and cooly says, "Watch that tone."

But he's already got you going, and you're finally letting out the feelings that had only been building for the duration of an entire, hellish evening. "Can you even begin to understand how I feel?! I know you want this company, but -"

"But?" Jaemin asks in a sing-song voice before pulling you closer by your wrist. He dips his head down, folding his tall frame over as he tilts your head up. "There shouldn't be a but, baby." The words are veneered in a lustful whisper as he finally places his lips to your throat.

"With me, it's either all or nothing." Now it's Jaemin's turn to slowly drag his hands up the side of your curves. He lets the tips of his fingers tease the fabric as he smoothes his hand over your chest. Your resolve explodes, and you melt right into him, as his hand makes its way up your throat. His palm enclosing the spot where his lips have just been.

"I hate seeing you like that, baby. I hate seeing you glued to his side when you should be glued to mine."

You're faintly aware that you're both mobile now. Not knowing which way is up and which is down as your back presses against a wall.

"He's..." you swallow thickly as Jaemin slips down the soft fabric of your dress. Your exposed shoulder is immediately assaulted by his reign of wet and drunken kisses.

As he tongues at the skin, Jaemin makes sure to look up at you. Siren eyes under thick eyebrows as he pushes the fabric all the way down until your dress is pooling at your feet and you're left in nothing but your Fenty underwear.

"He's family." You applaud yourself mentally for having the brain capacity to formulate all of two words. That celebration, however, immediately falls short when Jaemin snickers. He pulls back, turning his head slightly as his tongue stabs the inside of his mouth before swinging his head back to you.

"You always tell me you only have one, Daddy, don't you?"

A deep, angry heat blossoms around your skin as you evade eye contact. "Jesus, Jaemin."

"Jaemin?" He mocks, before pushing you back further onto wall.

"Is that who I am to you?"

"That is your name, yes." Your confidence waver when his hands begin to push down the straps of bra. He undoes the clasps as he says, "Interesting. So then, i guess, my name wasnt Jaemin, when i fucked you on a nalcony in Mykonos? Got it."

He's quick to push your panties down far enough so that he's forcing his fingers between your legs. The gasp you emit is almost painful as you immediately buck your hips into his hand. “Fuck-”

“You cum on my hand, correct?”

“F-Fuck,” he lets you hump lazily into his palm and you all but whimper as your begin to yearn for him to fuck you with his long digits.

“You cum on my hand. You cum on my cock. Only I can do that for you, baby”

“God, yes, Daddy.”

Jaemin has to physically stop himself from not pulling his pants down and fucking your brains right right and there. Those words leaving your mouth did something animalistic to him- scratching a very archaic part of his monkey brain that let him know that you needed him. You needed him to reach orgasm, you needed him to fuck you to feel good. You needed him.

“You don't need anyone else, but me, right baby?”

You're so dangerously close to the edge, your vision blurring with your oncoming orgasm as you reply, “You, Daddy- only you.”

His cock is pushing painfully against dress pants and Jaemin swear as he pulls his blouse over his head. Your breathing grows even more precipitous when you see his torso in all its big and gleaming glory.

“need you so bad,” you mumble, still pushing your hips out even though his hand has disappeared and there's nothing there.

“Yeah?” He asks, pulling his cock out without breaking eye contact, “You need Daddy’s cock, don't you, sweetheart?”

“I need it,” you whisper and watch as your words affect him in ways you had not seen before.

Jaemin’s eyes are blown into saucers while the tips of his brown hair is drenched in sweat. Gone is the cockiness. Gone is the smirk. He only brings a cupped hand up to your mouth as he orders you to, “Spit.”

Almost without thinking about it, you do just that, and Jaemin watches with an open mouth as he begins to stroke his himself with your wetness. He throws his head back in a broken amalgamation of a moan and a gasp, and you're only left to watch while your hand almost subconsciously moves down your own body.

The sound of your wetness brings Jaemin back to the mission at hand as he lolls his head forward. The sight of you fucking yourself, knuckles deep, as your eyes zero in on his hand, has him immediately pushing you against the wall.

“You're such a fucking slut-” He hisses and you moan as he pulls your hand up to his mouth. “Did Daddy teach you to be a slut?” and when you fail to respond he only says, “Answer me,” he says cooly, “Did I teach you to be a slut, or a good girl?”

You have truly reached a stalemate. Not knowing what to say that might garner a favourable response. Dread pools in your tummy and Jaemin only watches as go to war with yourself. The conflict in your eye is present and raw.

All is quiet as Jaemin bends down slowly and that signature smirk curls at the end of his lips.

“Cute.” He whispers before crashing his lips against yours.

Your hands enclose around the back of Jaemin's hand as he effortlessly picks you up off the ground, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. He pushes you up against the wall and the immediate contact of your dripping pussy pressed against his skin has you both moaning and groaning into the kiss.

“So fucking cute...” He whispers before easing his cock right into you, “You're so fucking tight- fuck-” the wind sounds like it has been knocked clean out of him as he begins to fuck you with harsh, violent thrusts.

“That's it, pretty girl,”

You can hear the smile in his voice and you fight to open your eyes. If there was one thing that got you even wetter it was the sight of Jaemin just managing a lazy open-mouth smile as he forced his cock into your cunt. It stings and hurts but the pleasure in his hooded eyes make the experience all the more worth it.

Jaemin clenches his jaw together as he leans down until you're both forehead to forehead.

“That man downstairs isn't your Daddy, is he?” His eyes dare you to disagree with him but all you do us shake your head as you say, “You. You're my Da- oh God.”

“I'll take that title too,” he chuckles before pushing his face into the crook of your neck as he sped up his pace. Jaemin fucks hard and rough and you claw mindlessly at his back. He loves it. You know he does because his cock is twitching inside of you and you know he's close.

“Fuck-Daddy, please!”

Your begging nearly sends him over the edge but he still manages to keep his thrusts hard and unrelenting. “You gonna cum for me, Princess?”

“F-Fuck yes, Sir-”

“You're not gonna keep me a secret, are you? Promise me. ” You knew what he was doing, forcing you into a mental state of complete disrepair as he bullied his cock into your cunt.

“F-Fuck," he hisses, "Answer me, baby- ‘mgonna fill your cunt so fucking fast,” he breathes out, before throwing his head back again.

“Promise!” You grit out, “I promise-” almost immediately, your orgasm washes over you eliciting wave after wave of delicious pleasure that has your mind rumbling.

“F-Fuck you're so tight- Fuck, Fuck, fuck-!” He exclaims before he's emptying himself inside of you. He's fucking you with the stamina of a caveman as he forces his seed all the way inside. “God you're so sexy, you know that?” He says, with his eyes still clenched shut as his aftershocks pass through his body. “So fucking hot.”

While his mind soars on the wings of his orgasm, that post nut clarit crashes through gradually. You breathe out steadily as you stare into nothingness. “I can't believe I gave our family company away like that,”

A hand is quick to pull you by the chin until you're looking up at him. Even with his wet and matted hair, along with the beads of sweat growing pregnant on his brow, Jaemin remains ever handsome. His smile ever present.

“It's still the family business, Honey.” Jaemin smirks, “Our family.”

♡♡♡ if you made it this far, thanks for reading

[dokries]

venus

pairing: hong jisoo (joshua) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: ~1.1k

warnings: weird period era speech at one point, calling each other idiots lovingly, a few kisses

author note: okay so apparently i needed to write compensation after goldleaf so this is the fluff to make up for that 😭 special thanks to regina song for releasing the fangirl album cause this fic would not exist without it! lots of love 💗

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you come back with a water bottle to see your boyfriend staring at the abstract piece he stood by when he said he’d wait for you earlier. 

“figured out the secret, shua?” you sneak up from behind him, causing him to jump a little before he smiles when he realizes it’s you. joshua wraps a hand around your waist to pull you closer. 

you had been looking at this specific painting for a whole, trying to make sense of its contrasting strokes of blue and orange as best as the both of you could—after all, two minds are better than one, right? …yeah, no, not in your case, considering you were still stumped.

joshua turns back to the painting, and you take his sheepish grin as a no. a few moments later, he pokes your shoulder with wide eyes. “i think i figured it out!”

you raise an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue. he leans in and whispers into your ear, “i think it means i’m in love with you.”

you look at him from the corner of your eye, and can’t help but giggle at his silly remark, even if you’re already used to the cheesy lines your boyfriend says all the time. 

“is that because you’re the blue strokes in this piece, and i’m the orange that compliments you? hey, wouldn’t that be seungkwan…?” you trail off, suddenly remembering the boy from jeju you’re both friends with. 

your boyfriend shakes his head fiercely. “you first, always.” joshua brings your hand up to his lips, softly kissing the side of it with a wink—your cheeks turn into a red he loves more than any painting, and his laugh echoes throughout the exhibit. 

“you’re cute,” is all he says before taking a look at his fancy watch—you two had dressed up to seem more intellectual than you actually are—to check the time and he winces. “oh, we should leave, the museum closes pretty soon.” 

you nod before waving goodbye to the curator nearby, and walk outside to the hallway, joshua’s hand still interlocked with yours. his friends like to tease him for how they’ve never seen him not holding onto you, whether it’s your hand or arm—he could be very clingy at times if he wanted to annoy you (which he did more often than not).

however, you have no idea where you’re going once you turn into an unfamiliar hallway, lined with doors that lead to ballrooms, judging by their signs. you look back at joshua nervously but he only smiles. “oh darling, don’t worry. i’m sure there’s a map or something in case of an emergency here somewhere, right?” 

you split up to look for any indication of how to get back to the parking lot you came from, roaming up and down the hall after you call joshua a genius—he corrects you, saying he’s your genius only. a few minutes pass as you search along the walls before you hear your boyfriend calling your name. “over here!”

you follow his voice until you get to a partially open door, one that leads to an empty ballroom. this must’ve been used for an event earlier, considering that there’s still tables set up around the main section of the floor for dancing; the person in charge of cleaning it all up is probably on their break. 

you walk over to joshua, who’s standing in the middle of the open space, before whistling lowly. “wow, some fancy stuff must’ve happened here.”

joshua’s eyes sparkle like the huge light gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the numerous candles on it still lit up from the extravagant night, as he grabs your hand with his own, and twirls you around a couple of times before stopping with a giggle. “let’s dance!” 

so you do. though you have no music to listen along to, you make due with the sounds of your shoes hitting the ground, and joshua’s light humming of his favourite song at the moment. you spin and twirl, and you now wonder if your boyfriend’s had training in the waltz or something because of how well he’s leading you through the ballroom as you travel along the edges of the tables, the white cloths a whisper on your legs as they move away. 

you don’t know how long it takes for joshua to stop, his hair and clothes slightly untidy, and you suppose yours are as well. he bows, your hand still in his, mocking the period dramas you’ve watched with him. “my wondrous partner, i thank thee for this magnificent dance.” 

you giggle, bowing back to play along with his act, and speak softly. “why, my dear sir, i believe i must thank you instead! if it was not thee who led this dance, i would have been dancing as if my legs had been attacked by a donkey!” 

joshua looks at you in shock before laughing, falling into you as he does so. “what do you mean, a donkey?”

you shrug, wrapping your arms around him in a loose hug, which he returns. “hey, i don’t know! you’re the one who started the weird roleplay, not me.” 

he pulls back and grins at you before grabbing your cheeks gently to kiss you all over the face despite your protests. he stops when you chuckle, hands now pressing your cheeks together so you look like a little chipmunk. “oh, i love you so much, don’t i?”

you puff out your chest and roll your eyes. “well of course you do! i’m quite lovable, am i not?”

joshua smiles softly before placing a sweet kiss on your temple—thankfully, only one this time—murmuring, “yes, you really are.”

when your eyes soften as he pulls back, he smiles mischievously and adds on, “my little lovable idiot, that’s for sure.” 

you groan loudly. joshua really can’t go ten seconds without insulting you lovingly, can he? but you smile nonetheless, and pinch his cheeks as punishment, earning you whines of pain before you let go. “and you’re my lovable idiot, okay? no one else gets to call you that, not even jeonghan.”

your boyfriend chuckles at the mention of his best friend’s name, holding his pinky out. “i promise i won’t even let jeonghan call me that.”

you grin before intertwining your pinky with his, before placing a peck on his cheek. “good.”

[anachrosims]

[TS4 CC] COUNTRY MANOR COLLECTION: PART 2

Hello there!!

Here’s part 2 of the Country Manor Collection. ^^ 

This series was inspired by a build I’m currently working on that’s centered around my sims and the potential royal family story I’d like to write..... eventually...

WHAT YOU GET:

Round Portraits: My first from-scratch mesh! Yay! A whopping 68 swatches, all in gold frame, featuring new portraits & old favorites. Spec map, shadow, all that good stuff. 676 Polys. Not all swatches shown, that gif would be massive. Includes portraits spanning the last 500 years.

Royal Carpeting: 22 swatches total, all shown; pulled from real luxury and royal carpet patterns! Perfect for your palaces and country home getaways, or if you just want to feel fancy.

Grand Hall Portraits: 50 swatches total; 25 portraits in gold and brown frames. Not all swatches are shown--the gif is showing off the new portraits. Vampires frame but it IS basegame compatible! Includes portraits spanning the last 500 years.

Heraldic Wallpaper: 9 swatches total, all shown; heraldic goldleaf on red, green, and blue fields with white, brown, and dark brown wainscot options.

Grand Hall Panels: 32 swatches total, all shown; carved oak panels inspired by Tudor British oak palace and castle walls.

LODs, shadows, spec/normal maps on all.

Color and style tags as well!

TOU:

Keep these textures and meshes FREE! NO paywalls, NO ads, NO link shorteners. Feel free to include in build Mod files that are NOT behind paywalls! Feel free to convert to other games! 

As always, let me know if there’s anything janky, and have fun!!

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[songbirdsanctuary]

Hermitcraft Warriors AU, chapter 1

This one is mainly a test-ish chapter for me to get a feel for writing in a warrior cats style.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,368

Mumbo crouched low in the snow, his crimson eyes fixed on the unsuspecting mouse as it scurried about, its small form a potential source of much-needed sustenance for the Clan in the harsh grip of Leaf-bare. With flawless precision, he pounced, his jaws closing on the creature's neck in a swift, deadly motion. The mouse went limp in his grasp, a meager prize but a vital addition to the meager stores the Clan had managed to gather.

The bitter bite of the cold wind nipped at his fur as Mumbo stood over his kill, sending a silent thanks to StarClan, a sense of grim determination settling over him. Every morsel counted in times like these, when prey was scarce and hunger gnawed at the bellies of his fellow Clanmates. With a heavy heart, he acknowledged the harsh reality of their existence in the unforgiving wilderness, where survival hung by a precarious thread and every hunt was a matter of life and death.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a pale light over the snow-covered landscape, Mumbo made his way back to the designated meeting spot where the rest of his patrol awaited. Thoughts of the meager prey he had caught lingered in his mind, a stark reminder of the challenges they faced in the face of nature's unrelenting grip.

One mouse isn't enough to feed the Clan. he mused silently, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders as he approached SheepHorn and ZombieBloom, his companions in the hunt for pery. SheepHorn greeted him with a nod, a vole clasped firmly in his jaws, the faint scent of prey lingering in the crisp air.

ZombieBloom, ever the fierce and determined warrior, who normaly stood tall and proud, looked thin and wery, a thin mouse dangling from her jaws. She regarded Mumbo's catch with a disdainful huff. With a determined flick of her tail, she gestured for them to follow as she led the way back to camp, her pace brisk and purposeful.

As they got to the camp entrinse GoldLeaf, who was standing gard, greeted them.

“Hows the pray running?” He asked. ZombieBloom spoke around the mouse she held.

“Better than yesterday.” She huffed as she walked in. After dropping their meager prey on the small fresh-kill pile, Mumbo watched as his fellow Clanmates dispersed to find their own solace amidst the biting chill of Leaf-bare. Their breath misted in the cold air, a stark contrast to the warmth that eluded them in the barren landscape. With a heavy heart, he broke away from the group.

Finding a secluded spot beneath the shelter of a fallen tree, Mumbo settled himself in a patch of fading sunlight, the sparse branches above offering little protection from the biting winds that swept through the camp. Despite the relative warmth of his chosen spot, the chill of Leaf-bare lingered in the air, seeping into his fur and chilling him to the bone.

"Hey, Mumbo." The soft voice interrupted his thoughts, and he turned to see FeatherStep approaching, his light brown fur ruffling in the breeze. A small smile tugged at Mumbo's lips as his clanmate settled beside him, seeking the comfort of companionship in the desolate winter landscape.

"Hi," Mumbo greeted, the warmth of FeatherStep's presence a welcome reprieve from the cold solitude that had settled over him. They sat together beneath the skeletal branches, their breath mingling in the frosty air as they exchanged quiet conversation.

"How did hunting go?" FeatherStep inquired, his blue eyes bright with curiosity as he eagerly awaited Mumbo's response.

"It was okay," Mumbo replied with a shrug, his words tinged with a hint of resignation. "Most of the prey is still hiding in their dens, but I managed to catch a mouse."

FeatherStep's eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of fresh prey, his own hunger evident in the way he licked his lips in anticipation. "I can't wait until the birds come back," he mused wistfully. "It's been forever since I had a starling."

A mischievous gleam sparkled in Mumbo's eyes as a playful idea took root in his mind. "You know what," he began, his whiskers twitching with amusement. "When the birds return, I'll catch a starling just for you."

FeatherStep rolled his eyes good-naturedly, a fond smile curving his lips. "You know you're terrible at catching birds," he teased, a gentle ribbing that spoke of their long-standing camaraderie.

Pretending to be offended, Mumbo huffed theatrically and playfully batted a paw at FeatherStep's ears. The tabby swiftly ducked out of reach, his laughter ringing out in the cold air as they engaged in their familiar banter.

"Come on, you know it's true," FeatherStep quipped, his playful demeanor putting Mumbo at ease as they shared a moment of levity amidst the harsh realities of their daily struggles. With a resigned sigh, Mumbo rested his head on his paws in defeat, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he embraced the simple joy of companionship in the midst of Leaf-bare's unforgiving grip.

"Mumbo, FeatherStep! Would you like to grab something from the fresh-kill pile?" KnightClaw's call echoed through the clearing, drawing the attention of the two young cats. FeatherStep eagerly sprang up, his brown tabby fur bristling with excitement as he made his way towards the pile of prey. However, Mumbo remained seated, his crinsion eyes fixed on the ground.

"I'll wait until the clan has eaten, then I'll see if there's anything left," Mumbo mumbled, a hint of reluctance in his tone. KnightClaw arched an eyebrow in concern at Mumbo's response.

"But you said that yesterday, and there was nothing left. You must be hungry." KnightClaw pressed, trying to coax Mumbo into joining the others in eating. Mumbo shook his head stubbornly, his ears pinned back in determination.

"I'll be fine," Mumbo insisted, his voice soft but resolute. Without waiting for further argument, he curled up in a tight ball, closing his eyes and feigning sleep to avoid the conversation.

As the moments passed, Mumbo heard the soft sound of pawsteps approaching. He cracked open an eye to see FeatherStep returning, a skinny mouse dangling from his jaws. Mumbo tensed, expecting his friend to simply enjoy the meal and leave him be. However, to his surprise, FeatherStep nudged him gently with a paw, causing Mumbo to look up in confusion.

"You eat the rest," FeatherStep offered, pushing the half-eaten mouse towards Mumbo. He blinked in disbelief, his heart swelling with gratitude at the unexpected gesture of kindness.

"Aren't you hungry?" Mumbo questioned, unable to fathom why FeatherStep would sacrifice his own meal for him. FeatherStep grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his bright blue eyes as he stood tall.

"Yes, but so are you," FeatherStep declared proudly, his voice laced with determination. "And I'm not letting you go hungry, Mumbo. We're friends, remember? Besides if I didn’t offer you some pray I’m sure some cat would have." With that, he settled down beside Mumbo, watching quietly as his companion hesitantly took a few bites of the offered mouse.

"Thank you," Mumbo whispered, his words laden with unspoken gratitude. It wasn’t much but it was still something.

As they sat there in the peaceful tranquility of the clearing, the last hints of sunlight casting a golden glow on their fur, FeatherStep inched closer to Mumbo. The tabby tom's movements were gentle and deliberate as he closed the gap between them, his touch as light as a feather as he began to groom behind Mumbo's ears. Mumbo, surprised by the gesture but delighted by the warmth of FeatherStep's affection, purred softly in response, his eyes falling shut in contentment.

FeatherStep's movements were practiced and precise, his tongue deftly working through matted fur with a gentle touch. Mumbo tilted his head slightly, allowing FeatherStep better access to the hard-to-reach spots behind his ears, a small smile playing on his lips as he relished the sensation of his friend's comforting touch.

As FeatherStep continued to groom him, Mumbo couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him. The worries and uncertainties that had plagued his mind earlier seemed to melt away in the face of FeatherStep's simple act of kindness.

[sleepyburito]

sometimes I get the urge to write actual chracter sheets for my dnd characters but then my motivation leaves me

So I shall just introduce them here:

Amaryllis ‘Lily’ Willow Tusk

half elf Barbarian with gauntlets as her weapon of choice

she’s about 5”4

was raised by Gorlag Tusk, an orc after her birth parents death when she was 8

very blunt, like a punch she will hit where it hurts

doesnt like to talk if she doesn’t have to

violence is the question and the answer is yes

Hala Goldleaf

Centaur Cleric under Selune

raised by a church after being discovered by one of the sisters there

very sweet but a bit jumpy, will and has bucked someone due to being startled

weapon of choice is a sword

Subclass: path of calamity

Theus

Warlock with an arch Demon Patron named Samuel

tiefling

was born into a necromancer cult but left a few years after his mothers death

chill guy but has a slight temper, keeps to himself mainly

uses a staff

[elismor]

Remember how, just the other day, I was going on about how I love it when a fic makes me want to both punch and kiss the author?

Yeah. @itsgoldleaf? Put on a helmet and some chapstick.

Let It Out, Let It Go has an exchange between Obi-Wan and Cody that is just a feat of homeric proportions.

Way back in ye olden dayes, I had a fandom friend who was an artist and she specialized in pointillism. She did a piece of the actor we were all crazy for and it was STUNNING and when people praised her for it, she said something like "Oh, I just organize the dots".

And that's what writing is, really. I have all the same words that goldleaf does...but she organized them way better.

[ajthinks]

Inktober Day 4

This is from the official daily Inktober 2022 prompt list that I have, once again, repurposed for my own writing uses.

Inktober Day 4: Scallop

Sindri flipped the card over and over in his fingers as he stared out over the city of Anistrol. The card was smooth, with a heavy, expensive weight to it. The scalloped edges slid under his nails, but the goldleaf had been expertly applied and remained firmly attached. A truly expensive but tasteful touch. The name on the front was also embossed in gold. The message on the back…wasn’t.

The door to his room slammed open and closed. Something thudded to the floor, then Killian threw himself onto his bed with a melodramatic moan.

Sindri kept his eyes on the edge of the school grounds and tapped the card against his chin as Killian began to ramble.

“How did the interview go?” Sindri interrupted. He was beginning to understand how to direct his roommate.

The Solian paused, then sat straight up. He flung himself to the floor and his discarded bag, tearing into it like a man lost to midnight sun sickness. Solians were a peculiar lot. Or, at least this one was.

“I got in!” Killian crowed, whirling about on his knees to flash a wrinkled letter to Sindri. “You’re looking at Professor Movira’s 1st year assistant!” Then he shrugged, exuberance only slightly subdued. “No card, but…” Those blue eyes narrowed, catching the gleam of gold in sunlight. “Wait a heartbeat! Did you?!” Killian tripped over his knees and hands to stand upright and reach Sindri’s bed in the same motion.

Sindri held up the scalloped card to Killian’s ever-questing fingers. “Not an offer,” he stated simply. “Not yet.”

Elaine Capucine

Impress me.

[cabinetofoldsecretloves]

Seasons Out Of Time Another ghost painting for the Wip Little Ghost Story Book A mother/daughter Ghostly Adventure writing together for the first time about their favourite subject, the supernatural. ♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️ © 2023 @batandmaggie @ottawabloggers @ottawamixedmediaartists @hauntedwalk @rideau_walkingtours #spookystorywriter#bookstagram #spirits #ghostart #ghoststory #ghosts #ghoststories #ghostbook #haunting #halloween #cats #spookycute #cute #childrenillustration #oilpainting #goldleaf #illustration #illustragram #bat&maggie#annabelle&m #ghostales1957#beautiful #halloweeneveryday #halloweenlover#clouds #wip (at Kemptville, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/ConTperPGzd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[itsgoldleaf]

Hello friends, I am so excited to share some more Codywan with you all for @codywanweek! This is from all three of today’s prompts: post-war (no order 66), the sun, and hurt/comfort.

~~~

All in the eyes, as everything with Cody always was; just the deepening of a crow’s foot, then nothing. Cody, stoic to the last, and who probably did love Obi-Wan as much as Obi-Wan loved him right up until the blind spot in his head swallowed him whole.

~~~

Read it on Ao3 here:

Skin of Our Teeth

[latevictorian]

I’m hosting a tea party next Saturday! Lavender scones, traditional scones, and cucumber sandwiches are on the menu. Earl grey and masala chai. Chocolate chip cookies. I’m going to bake it all. I spent $800 on Royal Albert teaware specifically for the occasion—vintage, new, and thrifted. I found the most darling teacup: goldleaf, hyperreal teal/purple iridescent hue, a teacup fit for the finest host! I also picked up some glossy Oneida teaspoons, butter knives, tiny ramekins, and strainers. I have free time for the first time in a long time. I’m writing a lot. I’m reading more, or trying to (always trying to). I read Concrete Island in between Alexander of Macedon (halfway through that beast now, I love it so much and I never want it to end). I’m journaling, obviously. I’m supine a lot of the time. I feel leisurely and I like my new routine. I’ve inched yet closer to self-actualization. To happiness, to a happier year, to good company. More books, more tea, more classics, more tea parties, more writing, more art, more trips to the city, more beautiful walks in the garden. To the last dregs of summer. I am so ready for cooler, more fanciful, more wondrous days!

[mybookplacenet]

Featured Post: Modern Monarchy Vol.1 The Caveman King by Shemar James

About Modern Monarchy Vol.1 The Caveman King: In the era where prehistoric and modern people coexist, darkness infiltrates the Goldleaf Kingdom as it is left vulnerable in the King and Queen’s absence. Determined to defend their castle, the heirs to the throne and their friends must unite an uneasy alliance between primitive and modern people to combat the power-hungry Caveman King and his vicious army who threaten the safety and dominion of their home. They soon realize that he is just the beginning of their coming storm of trouble: ruthless giants, tyrannical aliens, and the Caveman King’s vengeful son, Prince Chad, all threaten their refuge. Targeted Age Group: 12-18 Written by: Shemar James Buy the ebook: Buy the Book On Amazon Buy the Book On Barnes & Noble/Nook Link to Series Buy the Print Book: Buy the Book On Amazon Buy the Book On Barnes & Noble/Nook Buy the Book On Lulu Author Bio: Shemar published his first novel in 2012, at just sixteen years old, called, The Adventures of Zorax Zoomster, a suspenseful sci-fi, fantasy story tells the adventure of a teenage alien crew who journey to the vast galaxy to find a way to save their own civilization from a powerful evil ruler. Although daunting, Shemar’s ambition to share his creativity with the world far outweighed his fears of doing so. Shemar didn’t stop there, he also recently published a comic books series, entitled Modern Monarchy: The Caveman King, a fantasy, adventure tale of a princess and her friends of the prehistoric world left to ward off the outside enemies that threaten to overthrow their kingdom while learning to form an uneasy alliance with the modern people of their day. His most recent publication, is his poetry and short story collection, I.N.S.P.I.R.E.D: A Decade of Imagination & Reflection where Shemar shares more personal pieces of his life from his years in junior high through his time in university and also includes poetry from his parents as well. Shemar is originally from Chicago and he completed his Masters of Science in Entrepreneurship last year. His long-term objective is to see his works transformed into a television series, movie, or video game. He wants to inspire people who may be aspiring to become an author like him never to give up. He encourages aspiring writers to fix their eyes on the dream and just start writing. Follow the author on social media: Facebook Fan Page Instagram LinkedIn Read the full article

[dokries]

goldleaf

pairing: hong jisoo (joshua) x gender neutral reader

genre: angst, hanahaki au

word count: 1.1k

warnings: no happy ending, mentions of death + implied main character death…eventually, One mention of swearing, unrequited love, the normal hanahaki au things (blood, throwing up, etc.)

author note: um so guess who found out she can actually write angst! it’s written in joshua’s pov the entire time and reader is just kinda in the background (they’re still important though!) also, if you want a lil more info about how i wrote this, check out my reblog! lots of love ♡

masterlist

when joshua sees you with them, he can’t deny that he feels…more than he wishes he did.

he’s sick and tired of the hollowness in his chest but it’s fine. it’ll all be fine once he sees you happy, right? that's what he says to convince himself before looking up at the sky and seeing you in the shape of the clouds and the way the sun hits them and himself.

fuck, he’s in too deep to continue to believe the sorry excuse he’s made up for himself to feel a little better. it never helps anyway, so why keep using it? he lets it go, imagining it fluttering away on a breeze that reminds him way too much of the person always on his mind.

so when the tingling in his throat comes out as petals the same golden like the colour he imagines your soul to be, he isn’t surprised. as he exits the bathroom, he avoids jeonghan’s gaze, promises that he’ll be fine; after all, it’s just a cold—whatever it takes to keep his best friend from worrying. at least he knows his promises won’t be worth much anyway.

he sees you often, your smile as cheery as the flowers haunting him in his dreams and the ones sticking to his lungs, trapped in his chest. he’s alright, he tells himself. he’ll be fine.

he doesn’t go to the doctor. he’s read and seen enough of what’s happening to him, and he knows the choice he’ll have to make if he goes. he knows that the only solution is to forget, but he would never do that. he can’t let go of wandering around in the wheat fields that one summer you two were in the countryside, or the time you laughed and laughed at a joke that wasn’t funny, or when he lost all hope and you were there, making sure he could get back up again and live. if the price of keeping the memories he holds close is death, he’s okay with it.

joshua doesn’t tell his roommates. he knows that jeonghan and seungcheol would drag him to the emergency room against his will, and force him to take the option he’s already decided against. he wouldn’t let them sway him anyway, but it’s easier if they don’t know. however, time seems to choose to leave the bathroom—even when it seems to be going too fast for joshua’s liking these days—when jeonghan finds him hovering over the sink, bloody tissues in his hand and washed petals placed carefully on the side.

the two of them say nothing.

jeonghan leaves, and joshua turns to the mirror above the sink, taking a good look at himself. he wipes off the dried blood on his top lip, noticing nothing else wrong. he doesn’t realize that after he leaves, jeonghan is horrified by the lack of light in his friend’s eyes, the spark he thought would never go out.

jeonghan hasn’t said anything since, lost in his thoughts every time he’s home. seungcheol is freaked out, not understanding the dead silence in the house. he doesn’t know that he’ll have to pay more for rent in…well, however long it takes for joshua’s lungs to finally fill up with your flowers. joshua knows he’s being cruel, but can’t he be allowed to be selfish in his last moments? is that too much to ask for after everything?

he doesn’t approach jeonghan, and instead writes. he writes journal entries in that notebook you got him a few years back, but he never used it because he was too scared to mess up in something you gave him; letters to those he’ll miss. he revises the one for his mother over and over again, crumpling paper like his lungs.

joshua doesn’t try to hide anything from seungcheol. he knows that his housemate’s blank expression means more than what he says. in fact, there is nothing said; their house is a place to rest and eat and nothing else. it’s as if there’s three ghosts, not just a single potential one. joshua sighs, wheezing out more petals. he grabs them hastily, making sure they don’t fall to the ground or worse, onto your letter. he carries them gently in his bloodied hands to the bathroom sink once again, the only companion he seems to have in the past few weeks.

joshua rinses each souvenir of his love one by one, clearing the dark red off before drying them and taking them back to the pile he’s made ever since this started. at first, they were hidden away in a small box on the corner of his desk, so no one would wander in and see them. now, he puts them on his nightstand haphazardly, the dark wood no longer visible under the various shades of yellow and red.

joshua picks up his pen—the expensive one his mom gifted him when he moved away so long ago; he never used it until now. the ink glides smoothly over the clean paper he had taken out earlier. he writes once again.

the only thing he knows how to say now is sorry. he writes it over and over again, signing each letter with the sounds he can barely make in real life, his voice hoarse from the damage done on his throat, and the lack of use.

maybe it’s time for something different? after all, this is for you, and he wants the news to be broken softly. he racks his head for something, anything that he finds good enough to become something real. he drinks the day-old water from the plastic bottle beside him, the familiar taste of blood accompanying it.

he glances at the clock he’s kept beside him since the start, and counts down two seconds; he has no time to waste.

he puts down the words he’s said so often to you that they’ve become a habit but seem to have changed ever since he started throwing up marigolds—a literal reminder of his unrequited love.

it’ll be a bit hard to be there for you when he’s dead, won’t it? joshua doesn’t mind. he never will.

he chuckles dryly, a whole flower falling out. he gets up and repeats his process for the petals before sitting back down.

joshua looks at his handiwork, pausing and adding a few more words before moving his paper to the side, and starting on another letter for his mother.

he stares blearily at the clock again, the red blinking numbers the only comfort he allows himself. it’s a new day.

joshua hopes it’ll finally be his last.

[goldleaf-art]

Rex with a mullet lives rent free in my head 24/7

[magnhild]

Goldleaf Week Day 1- Confession

so because i ship goldleaf a lot more than snowpines and also because i run this shipweek i decided i would put a little bit more Actual Effort into the prompts...so today you get a tiny oneshot and a coloured sketch. enjoy!

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This was it. This was the moment. Pretty much her entire first year at Atlas had been building up to this and now she was finally going to do it.

Joanna stood not far away, chatting to Fiona, clearly excited about something; probably their upcoming end-of-year break. Tall, beautiful and with a grin that could make any reasonable person freeze on spot.

May stood up and tried not to let her hands shake. T was dumb that she was nervous; she was a Huntress. An all-powerful, totally badass monster fighter. And yet, asking out a pretty girl scared May more than any Gimm ever had.

Fiona walked away with a wave to Joanna as May approached, sending a wink her way as she turned. Clearly, the smaller girl knew what May was attempting to do.

Joanna’s face lit up when she noticed May.

“Oh hey, are we good for another lunch date?”

May froze; her mind went numb. “I...what??” Another??

Joanna looked confused. “You know, the lunch dates we go on every few weeks?” A look of horror crossed her face. “…Oh no….did…did you not see them as dates?? Have I been dating someone who didn’t even know it??” She covered her face with her hands. “Gods, I’m so sorry May, I should’ve actually checked or something…we can stop if you want.”

May’s mind finally un-numbed. “N-no!” She darted forward and grabbed Joanna’s hands in hers. “I didn’t know you thought of them that way but I really want them to be that way.”

Joanna glanced down at their clasped hands and then back up at May. “…You do?”

May nodded furiously, her nervousness now being replaced by bubbly excitement. “I would love to keep going one dates with you. Especially now that I know they’re dates.”

Joanna looked uncharacteristically shy and smiled; a softer grin that her usual one. “Sounds great. So…when can we start this for real?”

fuck i’m bad at hands and side-shots y’all