#honestly can't believe I finished this

[thelittlecellwhocould]

15+ hours of crocheting/knitting in the last 3 days but I gotta say I'm extremely proud of how this last minute present turned out 🤩

(is it really last minute if I've had at least 3 rows crocheted for the last 2 years though??)

the inspiration

[flieslikeamoron]

Sleight of Hand [Steddie Fic - 19/19]

It took over a year, but IT'S DONE. 140K! Put it on my tombstone! 

Okay, it's long as shit... But what’s it about you say. 

IDK, friend… It’s about two dudes figuring out the hard way that they’re worthy of love. It’s about getting more than you bargained for. It’s about the ways we hide and the lies we tell, and being brave enough to let someone see you, love you. Being brave enough to want and to hope and to try. About inching incompetently toward love. Also a shit ton of fucking. But sometimes the kind of fucking one person in the comments described as “the most emotionally devastating blow job scene I’ve ever read.” It’s a post season 2 AU. It’s my magnum opus. I hope you like it.

TITLE: Sleight of Hand FANDOM: Stranger Things PAIRING: Steve/Eddie RATING: Explicit WORD COUNT: 143K (Complete!) SUMMARY: Steve needs a weed dealer. He gets a bit more than that.

CHAPTER 19 to finish | CHAPTER 1 to start | Playlist

[gaonsguitarpicks]

LOST AND FOUND - GAON

♬ Gaon x gn reader ♬ fluff, Gaon cursing and having a mental breakdown about a lost guitar pick ♬ 1.5k+ words ♬ Summary: “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever.” A quote about a guitar pick and the hidden meanings connected to it. ♬ Note: I’m sorry, I had to write about his poor guitar picks, I HAD TO—

It’s been a while since Jiseok felt such an overwhelming sense of panic that all he could think was, “I'm fucked.”

At first it's just a factual judge of his reality, however there's no human who would willingly admit that they're fucked without trying to resist such a terrible fate first. Jiseok is the same, so he keeps repeating this one sentence like the meaning of it would change if he said it enough times. All the while, he's making a mess of his room. 

Not here. 

He proceeds to the living room and repeats his previous frantic searching and cursing. 

Not here either. 

He moves to the kitchen and checks the pantry, double checks the fridge even though it's ridiculous to even imagine that it would be there, but according to his friends, that's also a common place it could be. 

Well, it's not there now. 

He searches the bathroom and takes out every single one of his clothes to check their pockets. 

Nope. 

He looks into the toilet and prays that he didn’t accidentally flush it down. (Also wouldn’t be the first time.) In any case, he can't really confirm it, can he? 

But Jiseok can't give up. This was a present you gave him for his birthday a month after the two of you started dating. He still remembers that you were visibly embarrassed since at that time, you didn’t know each other well yet, so you weren’t sure what to gift him. You wanted it to be meaningful but not too big, and in the end, you gave him a guitar pick that you customized yourself. It had both of your names on it and Jiseok's favorite colors, and he could never forget how happy it made him. It was a very special gift that made him fall completely in love with you, and he thought of it as a charm signaling the beginning of a beautiful relationship. 

Jiseok suddenly stopped in the center of the living room with his feet rooted to the ground. 

Does this mean you will break up with him because he lost the guitar pick??? 

"Um… what’s wrong with you?" Seungmin comes out of his room and the first thing he sees is Jiseok having a full mental breakdown in the middle of the living room so granted, he's a little concerned. 

Jiseok looks at him like he's seeing hope itself, which is also pretty concerning. 

"Have you seen my guitar pick?" 

"Dude," Seungmin starts slowly, so the crushing truth of the reality won't break his friend even more, "I see your picks everywhere."

And Jiseok knows that, because it happened at least a hundred times today that when he was almost happy to find the one he was looking for, it turned out to be a different one. 

"Well, I'm fucked."

Seungmin decides to ignore him and continue his way to the kitchen because he's hungry and this is not his problem. He also knows what pick in particular Jiseok is talking about because he obviously wouldn’t even try looking for any of the others. He doesn’t have much sympathy, though, he’s had it coming. Maybe the shock will teach him to not leave his picks littered everywhere anymore.

He casually takes out an ice cream from the freezer, and because Jiseok hasn't moved at all and he's a good friend, he tries to be a bit more helpful. 

"Didn't you say you keep it in a safe place so you wouldn't lose it?"

"Yeah," Jiseok looks up and stares straight into his eyes, "but it's not there."

"Well, good luck figuring out how to apologize." Seungmin pats his devastated friend on the shoulder and goes back to his room to eat his ice cream in peace. He tried. 

Jiseok keeps standing there, in the middle of the living room, and considers possible scenarios.

The safe place mentioned above is in his room, on his nightstand, so he can always see it and fiddle with it while he’s lying in bed. This way he can also easily pick it up and use it when he feels like it without having to look for it, though he usually only uses it when he misses you or plays especially for you. He’s overly conscious about his bad habit of constantly losing his guitar picks, so he always makes sure to put it back on his nightstand after he’s done using it.

However, there is no guarantee that he didn’t just forget about it one day and took it out somewhere.

His phone buzzes in his hand, shocking him back to reality, and he looks at the death sentence displayed on the screen in the form of a text message.

[ I’ll be there soon 🥰 ]

He frowns, speedrunning his thoughts in his mind to figure out why you would come over at this critical timing. Then he finds that one thought buried between the others: you agreed to go out for lunch today.

This means Jiseok has exactly fifteen minutes to either figure out where the guitar pick is or as Seungmin said, how to apologize for losing it.

One part of him thinks that if he’s being honest with himself, it’s a miracle that he didn’t lose it for this long, so you can’t be too mad at him. The other part is full-on panicking because he feels that what he lost this time isn't a simple guitar pick but a special, heartfelt present from you. What if you think that he doesn’t care about you or that he doesn’t treasure what you give him, and you consider him a bad boyfriend and want to break up with him?

He absolutely cannot let that happen!

In conclusion, he will use the remaining thirteen minutes to collect very valid and convincing points and arguments about how he is the perfect boyfriend that you should never leave.

He still jumps out of his skin when he hears the door open but he’s quick enough to take on a determined expression like it’s do or die now.

“Hey, are you ready to…” you cut yourself off. You immediately notice that something is off because your boyfriend is not breaking off into a smile and attacks you with a hug after seeing you. He’s just standing in front of you, his whole posture looks stiff and his eyes a little frantic. “Is something wrong?”

For a second, Jiseok looks up and mumbles something - probably a prayer - before he promptly falls to his knees.

“I’m so sorry for losing the special guitar pick you gave me for my birthday I’ve looked for it everywhere but I can’t find it I have no idea where I could’ve left it—”

“What?” You try to cut in because you’re very confused about this whole situation but he’s rambling like a speech he memorized by heart and he can’t even hear your voice anymore.

“—I’m so sorry I swear I always put it back to its place and I was so careful not to lose it because you gave it to me and—” 

“Jiseok…” you try again but he just keeps going on.

“—it genuinely made me so happy and I love it and I love you so much I’m so so so sorry please don’t break up with me I—”

“Kwak Jiseok!” You crouch down to him and lightly tap his cheeks with your palms to ground him. You sigh in relief when he finally shuts up and his eyes focus on you. By this time you managed to grasp the situation and all you can do is look at him fondly, feeling a bit sorry. You caress his cheeks with your thumbs to calm him down, and you tell him in a gentle but firm voice, “It’s okay, I’m not mad at you.”

“You aren’t?” He blinks at you like this is a completely unexpected turn of events.

“I’m not.”

“Oh.”

“Actually,” you say, letting go of his face and reaching into your pocket, taking out the guitar pick that was in the center of today’s events, “you left it at my place when you came over last time.”

“Oh.”

Jiseok goes a little cross-eyed as he looks at the guitar pick, there’s a moment of silence before his face lights up and he starts laughing. His laughter sounds a little like his soul and his sanity escaped his body but at this point, you can understand it.

Then he suddenly grabs your hands still holding the guitar pick and declares with such a pure, innocent joy that you can’t help but smile with him, “It came back to me!”

You don’t know this but you bringing back the guitar pick to him meant so much more than you simply forgiving him for losing it. It was a new beginning, a second chance, something that made him even more sure that you’re the one for him. He had a feeling that no matter what happens in the future, no matter what difficulties force distance between the two of you, you would come back to him, just like this guitar pick.

[darkpetal16]

HAHA.

I completed a full route (start to finish) in IF - Dusttale. 

I made this game to test stuff for my other two (IF - Underfell & IF - Mafiafell) because I was too scared of experimenting in them and losing, like, everything. But the more I tested in IF - Dusttale the closer it got to an actual ending. 

Today I sat down and finished my first draft of it. 

I’ll step away from it for a few days then come back and start the editing process. If all goes well I may be able to post the complete game this week! 

Woo hoo!

[perexcri]

happy one year to her and one of my better opening lines for a fic <3

now, because i'm curious:

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from today's writing, chapter 18 of A Stain that Won't Dissolve:

Sebastian's smile was so warm. Then he rocked back and forward on his hips and sighed.  'Not to target you while you're still recovering or anything, but I really think we should talk about high school. It just seems like... It just seems like that's between us actually becoming friends, or whatever.' 'Like you want to be friends with someone like me,' Alex said, finding the whole thing darkly funny.  'That's just it, why wouldn't I? Like, actually, when you're not putting me down for being gay - which...is a whole other thing - or being a nerd, or being whatever, you're actually just an interesting, quiet guy. Why wouldn't I want to be friends with you?'  Alex couldn't think of what to say. Embarrassingly, there was a voice in his head shouting: Sebastian thinks I'm interesting! 

[scrawnytreedemon]

What stupid names? Can I know the names?

Ghirahim, Sephiroth, Zant, Kirby... I'm blanking but I know I have so many more.

(shout-outs to Cris!!! love ya buddy xoxo)

Micolash is a perfectly respectable irl name(a Hungarian variation of "Nikolas", iirc), but on him it has such a Vibe but then again I am writing Him. The name is the least outrageous thing here lmao.

In general, I tend to like villains, and villains tend to have "stupid-as-fuck-on-a-real-person" names. They might be perfectly serviceable with titles, but the moment you take them into a more intimate setting it's just... Bro. You're getting called that, on a day-to-day basis?

God, so sorry for blanking out on the more ridiculous names, I know I have more... But I think the grandiosity of the first two should do plenty well.

[lady-a-stuff]

Rereading the sab trilogy and Mal isn't as bad as people made me think

[moonscape]

palkia you son of a bitch

[jtl07]

Hello!!! I just read your story "i see you clearly now (i hold you dearly now)" and it's something so incredible beautiful that I'm trying to find more words to describe what I'm feeling but I'm falling miserably in this task so I just want to thank you for sharing your talent with us (I left a comment in ao3 but it's not enough! I needed to tell you here too <3

hi hello oh wow gosh hi you did not fail at all, *i* am failing to express my thanks to you! it's a fic that took me by surprise in so many ways and it honestly makes me emotional every time someone says it connected with them. thank you sosososo much for reaching out here, it means a ton <3

[behindthesefangirleyes]

You might wish to know a lot of things about their wedding, and their love, but frankly, it’s no one’s business but theirs.

[pencilofawesomeness]

Hi!

It's been a while, hope you're doing well 💕.

First of all, thanks for your post answering my "question" last time (in December), when I told you I needed some cheering up. It was really a difficult night for me, so even though I wasn't exactly feeling bad the next day by the time I read your answer I was still happy and grateful for the distraction.

Anyway I can't seem to remember ; is today a htryds post day or is it next week?

I'm eager to see what Runaways will be like, but I did vote for the Erik getting "arrested" option because I was eager to read that too.

It wouldn't really make sense given that he's not really a social person, but I've been playing with the idea of Mystogan being the 5th member of the FT delegation against the OS purely for the potential hilarity/angst (depending on the situations) of there being "2 Jellals".

Hope you have a lovely day!

🐧

Penguin!! Good to see you~

Posting week is next week. I am still working on the fic, lol.

HAHAHA the hilarity for all other guilds involved if Jellal and Mystogan were both on the team would be unmatched. Bonus points if they're never in the room at the same time. Accidentally gaslighting everyone into thinking this dude is some sort of ninja shapeshifter.

I'm sorry to hear you were having a rough time, but I'm glad there was some improvement. And yes, I am also excited the Erik oneshot won because I've been waiting to do it for a while now.

For the funsies, here's a sneak peak, because seeing your ask made me smile:

“Could you at least get me some water before I have to wait two hours for your superior to show up?” Erik asked, startling the man slightly. He heard the errant pen mark etch across the paper. “I literally just came from a fight, you know.”

The grunt looked affronted by the demand for a moment, but fortunately this guy was calm enough to not be an ass about it. Much. “I’ll see if that can be arranged,” he promised vaguely before he handed off the clipboard to Erik. “Now, this is—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Erik interrupted. “The non-disclosure agreements and citizen’s incident report. I know.” He has only filled these damn things out dozens of times already.

[motto-chanto-itte]

brooo im gonna miss this game so muchhhhh what the fukc!!!

[saintedbythestorm]

Now I'm super curious and want to know about that hyperfixation of yours 😀

That's so sweet of you ❤️, but it really is just my on-going hyperfixation with the fallout franchise again. 😅 (and in this case more specifically fallout new vegas, my beloved).

See, Hoover Dam is a central point for that games whole story and I guess I always found it a little funny that thing survived a nuclear war? But like after that post, how they expect it to be one of our remaining structures, it just... suddenly made a bit more sense.

And me with a very bad case of 3 am brain™ was absolutely mind blown and losing my shit and was about to freak out in the tags. Clearly managed to chill out a bit at the last second but yeah...

That was rather silly of me. 😅

[burke-juliet]

shadow and bone netflix killing off david before he got to marry genya and be part of the triumvirate is my villain origin story

[twotales]

Listen, I write for myself. If y'all wanna show up to the puppet show then come on in, but I don't need an audience.