#i actually like what i've been writing so far for that fic ><

[fleetingcalypso]

Hii!! So I've been obsessed with the two fics you've written about Henry so far. The way you write is pure art ♡

I was wondering, if we have already seen the way the reader/significant other thinks of Henry, how would he think of them? Say, during a slow, surprisingly lazy morning, where the sun peeks through the window and falls over the entanglement of sheets that lay atop the bed, along with the two lovers. Soft caresses, lingering kisses, or just the simple act of holding one another, I'd be more than ecstatic to see what would go through that pretty mind of his.

Have a lovely day, and if you choose this as your next prompt, I want to thank you in advance ♡♡♡

≋ Silent mornings, roaring thoughts. Is he capable of loving something other than the feeling of being loved?

≋ Henry Winter x GN!Reader ≋

≋ Word Count: 1123 words.

≋ TW: Mentions of dr*gs (h*roin, c*caine), religious imagery, possible toxic relationship

It's not the birds chirping outside his window that inconsiderately pull him from his slumber, neither is the way playful sunrays of the dawn sent by Eos kiss his skin as they make their way into the room. The only culprit for his sudden awakening is the absence of a familiar body in his arms. 

With his tired eyes still closed, Henry reaches towards the side of the bed where he knows, without the shadow of a doubt, his companion is still sleeping soundly, the soft breaths he hears coming from them almost lull him back into Hypnos' world. Rolling away from his embrace in the middle of the night, what audacity they have. Soon enough, their back is once again pressed against him, one strong arm protectively wrapped around their body, securing them in his hold. He is able to press his lips to the back of their neck for a chaste kiss just in time before sleep washes over him like the gentlest of tsunamis. 

When Henry awakens for the second time that morning, he does not spare a second to let his eyelids part and cast his gaze to the ravishing - although looking quite blurry- human lying alongside him, stroking his face and occasionally pushing midnight colored strands of hair away from his forehead. He does not speak. There is no need to. The only truly meaningful silence in the world is confined between the four walls of his bedroom, comfortable and soothing. The outside can be unreasonably boisterous, for all he cares, he is going to pay it no mind. They’re in the eye of the storm.

It was immaculate moments like these, with his beloved stretching their arm back towards the nightstand, fishing out his glasses from the many scattered papers on the surface that made him somewhat happy. This ambiguous domesticity he never really thought anyone was worthy of sharing with him in the beginning had caught him by surprise. It snuck up on him, lurking, until there was not a single way of avoiding it. 

 And so he watches wordlessly as the indistinct figure apparently cleans his glasses using the edge of their sleeping shirt, which is actually his, before setting them delicately onto his nose. If questioned about it, he will forever, incessantly deny the way his heart throbs harder in his chest when their fingers slide behind his ears and tickle his neck, to make sure the temple tips fit just right. It's just a momentary touch, yet it's akin to a shot of heroin or a sniff of cocaine. 

Instead of a simple good morning he opts for something slightly more doting as he leans forward, capturing their lips with his. Henry doesn't even have to pull them in. They do it themselves, what a sweet lamb. He relishes in the way their body and mind acts by his unspoken, implicit commands. He offers them a taste and they crave a banquet: when soft hands land on his bare chest he does not stop them, when a soft hum of indulgence joins the orchestra of blankets rustling and breaths entangling he pulls away. 

Alas, he speaks, “Greedy bird,” his voice is deep and gravelly, warm like the very sunrays that still sneak their way into the room, acting like prying spectators to a viewerless play. 

“Good morning,” they greet him with a whisper. There’s an exhilarating satisfaction in knowing that each time the sun rises, there is already a devoted follower standing at the gates of his Church, hands clasping a rosary until its shape is engraved in their flesh, halfway through a prayer, and each time the sun sets, said worshiper doesn’t leave after the end of the sermon, no, they stay back and clean the blood-stained altar with their clothes. It gets him high, makes his blood boil in his veins. It’s the closest thing to feeling like a God he has experienced while going about the mundanity of everyday life.

He kisses them again. And again. And again. Until they’re the ones to pull back, the breath in their lungs being insufficient.

They’re the greedy one Henry reminds himself as his fingers dig into their waist, they’re the greedy one he chants in his head as his lips find their neck and suck on the supple skin, they’re the greedy one he insists as he finds himself addicted to the way their fingers move through his hair. 

In the back of his psyche a humming, wretched hypothesis forms. He tunes it out as best as he can, even thinking about acknowledging it feels like treason against himself.

“I love you,” They break him out of his spiraling thoughts. He doesn’t say it back. Instead his veiny hands reach to cup their face, he holds them like they’re prepared and willing to be laid upon a sacrificial stone and be gutted in the name of devotion, but instead of a knife to the neck he bestows upon them a kiss between the eyes. 

They constantly guide him to a state of self-questioning. Is it love what he feels? Surely not. It is not love that instructs him to kiss their brow, their cheekbone, their jaw, until he reaches their lips once again. Certainly, it cannot be love that tilts the corner of his lips into a soft smile when his palms heats up from their cheeks flushing.

Unavoidably, he realizes, it is love that binds him to the bed they’re in and the sneaking suspicion that blossomed in a moment of absent-minded bliss was wholly factual. Veiling his growing feelings behind an invisible curtain served only to secure him into a state of hiding, and each time he desperately put his efforts in persuading himself that he did not know what love was a wind picked up, disregarding his wishes and pushing away the imperceptible shield he was putting up.

“As do I.” He replies, in a hushed whisper, rolling onto his back. Only at this instant he feels the tightness in his muscles, that with a groan he tries to stretch away, his arms lifting above his head.

“Do you? Love me?”

“I do.”

“What if I don’t believe it?”

Henry turns to look at them, taking apart each microexpression their face is incapable of hiding. “You do believe it.” Before they can counter, he speaks again, shushing them, “Now, quit your singing, my nightingale. Let’s avoid our responsibilities for just a big longer.” And subserviently they comply, resting their head onto his chest. Even if he won’t outright say the words they want to hear that is fine, his heartbeat has always betrayed him and revealed the truth. They’re both greedy, for the same sin but in different ways.

[byslantedlight]

Hello OFMD Tumblr thingie, and all the amazing people who are out there, and especially the ones who've been making all the posts that have made me so happy over the last few months. 💖💖💖 First and most importantly, thank you, thank you, thank you, to anyone who sees this!

This is my first post to Tumblr (probably pretty obvious from my huge lack of Tumblr sophistication! And the length of this post...) If you don't count reblogging things that I wanted to be able to find again. I've braved up to comment thank you to people a couple of times, but that's been it so far. I must admit it all looks a bit scary from this side of the glass, even though I can also see how friendly people mostly are.

But OFMD fandom is big! And you've been here a long time! I loved Series 1 when I watched it, and knew I wanted to watch out for Series 2, but it wasn't until I re-watched it when the Series 2 trailer came out on BBC iPlayer that I fell veeeery in love with it! And by then you were already here, and there was a language and debates about things I'd barely even noticed, and it's mostly me staring with big eyes thinking wow, and sometimes huh? and... well, you know. Plus there's trying to work out Tumblr, which I definitely haven't actually managed to do yet, and possibly never will, so... I decided to just jump in and post summat. Even just rambling, which is a bit of a specialty of mine... I mean - what's the worst that can happen, right? 😬

So... how come now? Well, I can't make art or gorgeous screenshots or gifs. I do write, but I'm still hanging out to get the right voices in my keyboard... I know them when I hear them, but you've gotta get the right rhythm going, and I'm not quite there yet, I don't think. Although really, I should probably just sit down and try (and stop waiting for work to shut up and give me time - I should be a pirate and take it!)

Anyway (told you about the rambling...) what I'm mostly doing apart from rewatching the eps on a constant loop is reading the fic. I'm picking it according to kudos on AO3, and according to recs that I see on Tumblr, and it's occured to me that alot of the stories I'm loving must have been recced looong ago, and that newbies like me totally missed them, and so maybe I could do my own recs, even if they are of older stories, and someone might find them useful. You know, if I work out how anyone else might ever see my posts. 😁 And if people aren't put off by my probably age-revealing use of emojis. (But I am entirely age-appropriate for Ed and Stede, and if I had to look up what zaddy meant too, well, that just means I matched Rhys Darby's expression in the bts, right? 🤨)

So it's not much, but I'd like to contribute even just a tiny bit to OFMD fandom in return for everything it gives me, so... yeah. That's my plan. I'll start in a bit, but this post is probably already too long since it's just rambling. And kind of dull. I should probably have said tl:dr at the top, shouldn't I, but then maybe anyone who actually saw this wouldn't, so... See, I kind of live in hope. 😊

Okay. Tags next, right? ... ack ... why won't it let me create new tags instead of just using ones from the drop down...? Well, those will have to do for now... maybe someone who sees this will have mercy and tell me how? I'll just be over here being a slight failure at Tumblr... And if you've made it this far (how long is an acceptable post over here?! Not this long, I don't think...) - thank you hugely for just that, and may your dreams be OFMD and joyous!

[dailydegurechaff]

Today’s Daily Degurechaff is… Regular Tanya is on vacation day # - Kitsune AU

au bonus round: kitsune

I think an AU where Tanya's reborn as a Kitsune has potential. Honestly, my first thought of how it'd go is it that people assume she's some kind of diety and decide to make a shrine to her. I think it would be funny, bc she'd probably hate it immensely. I don't think i'll write something like that myself tho.

I believe there is actually a person out there writing a Tanya Kitsune AU tho! Tanya's Tail by ErikTheos. I've read whats been released so far and I think the fic is just getting started but its one I'm gonna try to keep up with :)

[melverie]

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh today I've been constantly experiencing the urge to un-private today-in-the-devildom & start writing for it again

[muntadhir]

Why didn't you guys tell me how fun roleplaying as Venigni is. Why didn't you. /s

For real though, he and P are playing a game and talking about sexy things and it's both funny and cute. Will they kiss???? I dunno but I think that'd be neat.

Someday I will write a fic about Lorenzini Venigni. I have zero ideas, but I am writing it down. I am taking notes. I am a lover of the man Lorenzini Venigni.

[theflyingfeeling]

fic talk in the tags 💝

[fiepige]

Wanted to write a quick noirpunk blurb but now I'm 4 pages in and actually considering making it a full blown fic instead.

I don't think it would be that long but I've still got a couple of things to add so I feel like I might just make it a fic at this point.

[chiropteracupola]

the wind and sea do follow thee /

and all the ledges calling thee...

[six-of-cringe]

See I was kind of hoping that the show would flesh out Wylan and Jesper's pre-SoC relationship because it wasn't much expounded upon in the books, but instead they somehow managed to flesh it out even less

[softboiledwonderland]

Why have I not become a LOTR nerd sooner in my life I have truly missed out... but even more than that it’s happened at the right time and exactly when it should have

[imwritesometimes]

I think the huge chunk in the middle of my wip notebook that is just manic notes, outlines, time lines, entire chapters complete with edits from the last (almost) year that I abandoned should idk... have the decency to tear themselves out and set themselves on fire

[lighthouseborna]

the worst someone can do if you suggest a plot they don't like while plotting is. say no. or i guess ghost you but that's still them saying "no" if you think about it. but anyway say your idea when plotting. it is more frustrating to be met with what looks like ambivalence than to toss ideas that don't work around. say the idea, that's what plotting is for. you're trying to find something fun for both of you. "whatever you want!" feels like i've cornered someone into something they don't want, or don't care about, and traps both people in a feeling of obligation.

[delta-piscium]

I read your tags about your writing and just wanted to tell you that you are not alone in this. I know so many brilliant writers by now and I swear every single one of them has felt like that. So please, don't let yourself be discouraged. The stories you write are precious and I hope you keep on sharing them with us 🫶

oh hey hello, I had to keep this in my inbox for a bit just to have it for myself, this is so kind thank you so much <3

and yeah, while I of course don't want anyone else to go through the writing self doubt it is nice to know I'm not alone in it so thanks for that too. And I won't stop sharing, I enjoy it too much but oh god is it hard sometimes so this means a lot

[msmacabre310]

RULES: Write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Thanks @empty-cryptid for the tag! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Had an insane night so didn't get around to this until later.

I have... a lot of WIPs floating around lol. Some of my most recent sentences are SUPER spoilery so I went for slightly different lines instead. Here are some from two unrelated to any fandom events (both going to be extremely long fics):

1. "Oh, you know, I just really felt like razing a village to the ground that day."

2. The silver hue of the moonlight hung in the air like a puff of breath on a cold morning, the forlorn lunar sigh replacing all the oxygen outside with an ethereal sense of loneliness.

And for Encantober:

1. “Toñito’s right, Mirabel, she makes that thing look like a cheese grater.”

2. In a sense, [the donkeys] were the closest thing Luisa had to coworkers, so it made sense that her backbreaking labor hardly drew a glance from them.

3. The Rata-novela didn't have a plot line so much as a plot-Gordian-knot.

4. For as much as Luisa adored kittens and puppies, they rarely adored her back for fear that they might incur further bouts of her affection.

5. Though everyone universally agreed that making herself cry should not be Luisa's new hobby, they had to question what on earth made Camilo think that making other people cry would suit her better.

I haven't started anything for the Encanto Big Bang yet, but I'm sure it'll sure be... Something 😅

Anyway I don't even think I know enough people to tag this for every word, so I'll leave it as an open tag for anybody who wants to do it 😂

[andthebubbles]

i am soooo obsessed with bridgerton s2 rn and that combined with some bad takes i’ve seen on seb and f1 lately is just... kinda pushing me away from all that...

i do wonder if i’m more into bridgerton s2 than i ever was with rop, but i suppose time will tell wrt longevity and stuff

my faves from bridgerton are (in some order!): anthony, benedict, penelope, kate :3 

[terrainofheartfelt]

besties this sumbitch is gonna be so long