#hopeless writes

[hopelesswritergall]

Alright half kinda ideas for my headcanons on how you meet the boys

IF YOU HAVE IDEAS OR A SUGGESTION, OR WANT ME TO ADD SOMEBODY, PLEASE DM ME OR PUT IT IN MY ASK BOX

:DD

@harrycollettapologist @howyouloveyourdragon @daenerysapologist thank you guys for helping me with like motivation, support but also with ideas for this one

Aegon

He saw you studying in the library and suddenly he started to study more often….. Aemond has his suspicions

Aemond

He was reading a book on the bleachers. You just sat next to him getting out your own book

Jace

Alright. You a theater kid he not. You were to perform Romeo and Juliet and you landed the part of Juliet. He spend the rest of the week preparing with Cregan his audition for Romeo.

Cregan

He’s a Jock. He’s playing basketball, when he saw you in the crowd he winked and you came to him after the game

Daemon

You were working on a school project with Jace, when he popped in to ask if you needed anything.

[thor-is-trans-and-pan-he-told-me]

wrote another nimona fanfic for a request pretty proud of it ngl

[lomlompurim]

respost separated from the og post bc I really liked this silly little thing I made

And a little extra of my own

little binghe has a goal in this life and it only gets worse once he mets sqq, no one dares to threaten his position as sqq's future wife, he literally was born to be his spouse!!

[fumifooms]

People should talk about Yaad and Thistle more. Weird granduncle that killed your dad in a petty impulsive punitive act, leaving you very scared of him as you live under his control for centuries. Imagine growing up hearing stories of the King’s brother, the kind, clever, collected and calm advisor and right hand man. But only knowing him by how warped he’s become, violent and erratic. He punishes you, too, robbing you of any agency by putting you inside of a doll. And then despite, he becomes catatonic and you’re left to take care of him in his brother’s body while he thinks you’re him. And then you see those slivers of that nice caring person you heard so much about in your childhood a millenium ago, and as he babbles about Delgal thinking he’s you, recalling memories and old habits, you wonder about how things must have used to be, before, and how they’ve changed irreparably. Today is melancholic again.

Yaad being like, Thistle’s sort of great-nephew who’s lived most of his life seeing him as being out of his mind and only a mirage of the noble attentive person he once was, now having to take care of him, someone who was an older familial figure to him… Seeing him gentle, soft and unhurried after all this time spent in an emotional anxious paranoid frenzy... Yaad and Thistle post-canon is so special

[stil-lindigo]

an aro-ace's love letter to love.

(the title "Laozi's bowl" is in reference to the famous quote by Chinese philosopher Laozi who said "It is the empty space which makes the bowl useful.")

[akindplace]

it’s okay if getting better is taking longer than you hoped to. if getting better doesn’t mean getting cured. if somedays are better than others. if others seem to heal faster. if it’s exhausting. if your illness is chronic and progressive. it doesn’t mean people won’t love you as you are, it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve help, it doesn’t mean that you can’t ever be happy. you still deserve care, love and kindness when you’re suffering, and i hope you find it within yourself to feel compassion towards your own body, even if some people might not, even if it doesn’t work in the way you wished it would, even if it’s different.

[bedtimescenarios]

Whumper didn't even try to hide the bruises.

As they lead Whumpee to the mirror, they finally gaze upon their reflection. Dressed in a silk gown, topped off with the finest jewlery, they look beautiful. Elegant. Broken.

They didn't bother to cover any of the bruises. Nor the cuts, nor the scars, for that matter. Every delicate fabric fold cascading down their body stands in contrast with their battered body. Green on red. Grace on pain.

This party will be bustling with people just as sick as Whumper, and Whumpee knows it. They won't help them. There's no escape, that is becoming clearer day by day.

Whumper tucks a lock of stray hair behind Whumpee's ear, and it feels odd for the hands that have caused so much pain to carress them so gently. Perhaps that's why they flinch. Tilting their head at Whumpee's reflection, Whumper simply smiles.

yes, i'm baaack🫢

[lotus-pear]

i think you guys are onto smth..

i unironically got invested in this HELP

[ghostlyfleur]

steve who pulls the hem of your skirt down when it rises up for you when your hands are busy. steve who pulls the strap of your top up your shoulder when it falls. steve who delicately pushes your glasses up your nose when they slide down. steve who insists on tying your shoelaces for you. steve who gently tucks your hair behind your ears while you talk. steve who wipes chocolate with his thumb from the corner of your mouth. steve who bops your nose when he teases you. steve who adjusts the beanie you wear when you’re cold to make sure you’re covered properly. steve who drags the clasp and pendant of your necklaces to the right places. steve who plays with the rings on your fingers while he talks. steve who puts small flowers he picks on the streets behind your ears to see you blush. steve who brings you closer to him by the loops in your jeans.

steve harrington who is completely obsessed with you and devoted to you, and isn’t afraid of showing it… even if you two are not together yet.

[starrystevie]

it doesn't happen as a revelation. there's no jolting pain in his chest that sends steve reeling, no internal crisis that has him shaking on the bathroom floor, no shocking sense of guilt or desperation or fire licking in his veins. nothing that makes the world stop spinning and making him trip over his feet.

it's a normal moment when he realizes he's in love with eddie.

they're sitting in steve's car, ac blasting and music on low for once, waiting for a handful of the kids to get done with their final exams. they don't pick them up as much anymore and steve pointedly ignores how much he misses the times of carting them all around before mike started a ripple effect and got his license. but they're taking the kids to the lake after school to try and enjoy the last bits of non-suffocating sunshine before summer really hits, just like old times.

it isn't a revelation in the sense that it's some earth shattering event, but more like a moment of clarity. eddie's hair blows back for a second and he's blabbering about something from the dnd game he played the night before with his shop buddies with a wide grin and animated hands and the sun glints off the puckered pink scar on the side of his face in the most perfect way and he's beautiful and-

oh.

oh.

steve's vision seems clearer than it has in a while. his lungs feel a bit more shaky but not in a bad way, his heart stumbles against his ribcage like it's tripped over itself and the butterflies in his chest are the only things catching it. he laughs to himself because of course this has to happen when he wasn't expecting it, when he doesn't have a plan, but then eddie's looking at him and he knows he doesn't need one. not yet, anyway.

"you good, man?" eddie asks, eyebrows crinkled together and smirk on his face. he's painted golden in the afternoon sun, shining as bright as the north star. steve's always liked gold.

it's taken steve years to get here. the two of them have grown up together in the way that teenagers do while they figure out the roads laid out before them. they've learned each other's ins and outs through long nights and early mornings and everything in between. he knows his breathing, the way his footsteps sound, the smell of his aftershave, the feeling of his hands on his shoulders. it all comes together in this perfect package wrapped up in a perfect bow and for once, steve lets himself hope like he's a kid on christmas morning.

"yeah," he shakes his head to clear out the eddie-shaped stars in his vision, offers up a smirk of his own. it's taken years to get here so he still has time to do this right. "perfect."

[hopelesswritergall]

okay hear me out — artist aegon x history student reader headcanons 👀

Get me out of here

Yesss BESTIE

TW: Wars…..? Idk know

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Summary: Aegon doesn’t want to work in the museum shop, but maybe he can grow to like it?

Taglist(comment or ask to be added/removed): @howyouloveyourdragon /@simp-aholic @daenerysapologist

Je suis very sorry that it’s not gender neutral with body description. It’s just I think that Aegon notices curves in women.

Museum name: The history of all (why cuz why not)

It all started because of his mother. “Aegon for the love of god! Get a job! We can’t keep financing you, do something besides you study! Please.”

“But Mom, I do my art?!”

“Aegon, this isn’t enough to live. You need to get a job!”

Soooo Aegon had to find a job, he didn’t want to interact with people who couldn’t appreciate beauty and art. So his best shot was the museum, the gift shop.

He decided to lie a tiny bit on his resumé. He didn’t work for another museum during his first year of college, he doesn’t like to work with everyone and a few other things.

He walked into the museum and got greeted instantly with the reception and right beside that, the gift shop.

But what he saw blew his mind, a beauty was seated at the reception. He could see they had some nice curves, and a pretty smile. As he got closer he could hear their laugh and see a twinkle in their eyes.

“Hello beauty, I can see why you work here. You are a piece of art.” He would say, flirty. Howeverr it had the opposite effect. You stared at him with the customer service face

“Goodmorning Sir, what can I do for you today?” You smiled politely. But inside you thought “Alright, he has the smooth talking, what does he want?”

He looked a bit taken aback that his ‘pickup line’ didn’t work. “Oh… uhmmm, I’m here for the opening of employee in the gift shop. With who do I talk?”

“Oh. Alright. You go through the door on the left, yes the yellow one. Then continue walking till you see a little sign saying director. Knock and then you’re there. Good luck.”

“Yeah….. thanks.” Aaanddd Aegon quickly walked to the door. Feeling embarrassed as fuck.

Well the conversation might have been bad, but his job interview was a success. He got the job!

He walked back to the reception, you were currently not busy so he decided he should get to know his colleague.

“Well guess who got the job?” He said leaning on the reception. “Well guessing by your smug smirk, I guess you?”

You stood up, walked to your fellow receptionist, said something very quick and walked back to Aegon.

“Alright follow me, I’ll work you through your first day here.”

He was a little embarrassed that the girl he tried to flirt with was now showing him the ropes.

“Okay so, you’ll be in charge of the gift shop. I may ask you to do some other stuff around the museum but this will be your main task. And yes before you ask, I am in a way your boss and you’ll report back to me. I’m the supervisor or the shop and the help desk so please don’t ask stupid questions. Because contrary what people say there are stupid questions.”

Let’s say that Aegon felt mildly embarrassed and was happy to start working. He was just thinking "Get me out of here."

"When are my break times? Because as much as I love to discuss my entire day working. I do like breaks."

"You'll get a break when you deserve one. Now go and work newbie." And with that you left to attend to other matters.

"Alright Aegon it's only for a while, just prove to your parents you aren't a failure, then you can quit." He muttered to himself

The rest of the day he spent his time restocking, working at the counter, helping customers and staring at his hot and smart boss.

A new painting has just been brought in and you were inspecting it. Aegon decided to join you and see it for himself. He was an artist after all.

"Wow! It's so amazing! What a great painting, just look at those details. And look at the composition, your attention is immediately at the person standing on too, with the flag" Aegon said, he looked at you wanting to see your opinion

" AMAZING?! This painting is horrible! It's supposed to be the French revolution the second day or something based on the supposed day it is signed. But the painting doesn't match with the information that we have. It was supposed to be raining, here it is a clear sky! And the uniforms! Those uniforms weren't used by the French army until 1890. This doesn't add up! It's a fake and it's horrible they are even offering this to us!"

Aegon just stared in awe. "I suppose you're a history major?"he asked.

"Yeah, what's the best place for a history major? A museum of course!"

And thus began a love-hate relationship. Whenever Aegon found something beautiful you just had to come in with the historical facts.

It doesn't matter if it's a painting, a musical or even movies. There is always a tiny thing that is wrong with it.

Soon after meeting you couldn't help but fall for the guy. So the dates that were platonic at first turned romantic very soon.

And yes you still pointed out those annoying little details but he grew to love them. And he loved you.

[thor-is-trans-and-pan-he-told-me]

oh look the second chapter is out

[inklessletter]

I dreamed of your voice last night, and it sounded as lonely as I am. Are you trapped in there? Are you... are you real?

Thank you for trusting the process again <3

[feral-ballad]

Michiko Aoyama, tr. by Alison Watts, from What You Are Looking for is in the Library

[Text ID: “What are you looking for? she had asked me. / I think about it. A place for these dreams that I don’t know what to do with?”]

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Part 3 of butcher!Simon I've got two lovely anons in my inbox and seeing people liking butcher!Simon really made me want to put more of my thoughts about him into words. Thank you two! I hope this doesn't suck too bad. < Part 2 | COD Masterlist | Part 4 >

It’s Friday. That fact is the only thing that keeps Simon from turning himself into minced meat. Friday means you’ll come and get your ugly mutt meat. That means he’ll get to see you and hear your pretty voice and if he’s really lucky and plays his cards right, maybe he can make you laugh again.

So when some Karen complains that his meat went bad after she left it on the porch for a week (Jesus what did he do to deserve customers like that) he swiftly throws her out of the shop and tells her to get her meat elsewhere if the quality isn’t satisfying, instead of getting into an actual fight (Would you be proud of him for that? Call him a good boy?).

He doesn’t want to be occupied with some silly argument when you come in. You deserve his full attention.

When he sees you through the window he feels like a wife that has been waiting for years to see her husband come back from war (hah, the irony of that thought), and immediately straightens up brushing his apron down and adjusting the mask.

This time you only hesitate a second before you open the door and step in with your dog. Simon grins a bit behind his mask. He’s so proud of you for doing what makes you more comfortable that he almost murmurs “good little lovie” under his breath but he manages to bite it back. Thanking god for the self-control to hold that in because that would have weirded you out for sure.

You smile brightly at him and he wants to steal you away and chain you up in his home so no one else but him gets to see that.

When did he turn into such a fucking creep? He shakes his head to rid himself of those thoughts. Seeing you smile like that makes tension he didn’t even know he had bleed out of his shoulders.

“Hi, Simon.”

He almost shudders, hearing his name being said by you again. And instead of greeting you back, like a normal fucking human, he is so flustered by your smile that he only manages a vague grunt as hello.

He’s reverted back to cavemen days, it seems. He’s already made a fool of himself and you’ve been in the shop for barely a few seconds.

You step up to the counter, looking at the meat while your dog eyes Simon. At least he doesn’t seem to hate him which he counts as a big achievement.

Simon nearly groans again when he sees the adorable way you purse your lips and furrow your eyebrows in concentration. Yeah, Fridays and Tuesdays are his favorite days of the week for sure.

He watches you pick out your meat and carefully bags it for you, making sure that you have the best pieces.

“Not the usual?”, he questions and watches you nearly jump from suddenly hearing his voice.

Why is he so bad when it comes to making you feel at ease? You shake your head.

“Want to give my boy options so I know which ones are his favorites.”, you explain and pet your dogs back who promptly begins to wag his tail.

Damn, Simon would wag his tail for you too if you deigned him worthy of getting to feel your hands.  He could swear your dog is grinning at him victoriously when you stop petting him to pay and get the meat from Simon’s hold.

The sly mutt gets all nosy with the bag and slyly tries to take it from you. You turn your full attention to the dog.

“Down, boy.”, your voice is stern and immediately the dog settles, looking up at you with big innocent eyes. “That's my good little pup.”

Simon grabs onto the counter, blood rushing to his face and other places. God he really wishes he was born a dog.

[chez-cinnamon]

Ideas ideas ideas.................

After a while I've come to a realisation that I like poly Fionn and Cass......... so introducing a new OC for the Real World AU?? I will make a proper post for him but for now meet Hayden Palmer (or Mr. Palmer as he's most known) !!

He is a big bifailure !!!