#i literally made up a fictional candy for this story

[avelnfear]

Chapter One

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Danny studied the room, trying to keep their breathing steady. It was a simple room with no furnishings done completely in black, although the floor was black marble and the walls were black wood. A simple black door stood in one wall. There really wasn’t enough in the room to help with their anxiety, so they took to pacing the room. Danny started out on the ground until that simply wasn’t enough, slowly transitioning to floating then to zooming from one side of the room to the other.

As he paced, Danny’s mind drifted, his tail curled and uncurled behind him. He thought back to when he’d first met Jazz, and the instant connection they’d both felt. No one could have imagined how that one meeting would lead to all of this. Danny’d already been tossed around a few towns while waiting to be adopted, some of his paperwork turning up missing or filled out in symbols that didn’t mean anything, and he’d already learned that his voice didn’t always like people by the time he met Jazz. Through the pity of some attendants, he knew some sign and was decently proficient with writing and reading.

Jazz had only been nine, meaning Danny was about seven since no one was really sure when his birthday was. The two of them had quickly become inseparable, maybe because of the short gap between their ages. Over the next eleven years, things had moved fairly quickly, starting with the addition of Tucker and Sam into their little group. The addition should have added a level of separation to the group, but they’d only grown closer. The group got together shortly before Tucker’s seventh birthday.

They’d all learned a lot by separating into groups to do things. Danny and Sam went into gymnastics together, Jazz got lessons on survival and first aid and a couple in hunting, and Tucker learned to be self-sufficient and very good at computers. They all taught each other everything that they could. The four of them also took various martial art and sign language classes, again sharing insight and the like. Maddie thought her kids wanted diverse interests, so she’d signed them up for dance classes as well.

From the outside looking in, it looked like they were preparing for something, gearing up for some massive undertaking that no one could figure out. From the inside looking in, they knew they were preparing for something, but they didn’t know what. Eventually, something changed. The four of them abruptly quit their extra classes the summer before the younger ones’ freshman year. Coincidentally, this was about a month before the completion of the Fenton Portal, an invention designed to break through the dimensional barrier and open a doorway to the Ghost Zone.

Then the portal was completed, and Danny died. His story should have ended there, but he had somehow come back. The next few months had shown the four exactly what they had been preparing for as their town was suddenly open to visitors from the Ghost Zone. The years had flown by in a flurry of fights and training, discovery and working, and trying to keep their grades up. Jack and Maddie had thrown themselves into ghost hunting, not really noticing when Jazz graduated early with Danny following closely behind. 

In the mess of building up for the crowning ceremony, the Fenton Siblings hadn’t really kept tabs on the Fenton Parents, so Danny simply prayed they hadn’t made any questionable inventions while they were distracted. There were hardly any words spoken at FentonWorks as both sides were in a flurry of preparation for various things. Still, Danny had hoped that his parents would have at least thought to check up on their schooling.

Now, on the day of the crowning ceremony, Danny just couldn’t keep still. Clockwork had been its usual cryptic self about why the crowning ceremony was taking place separately from the coronation despite the words meaning basically the same thing in English. That had made Danny very stressed until Pandora and Dora had explained that the crowning ceremony was just to crown him as King until the coronation when he was given the Throne because the Realms wouldn’t last until the preparations could be made to have a proper coronation. 

Danny tried to stop his pacing. He knew that this was a stressful event, knew he usually got out stress through movement, knew that he wasn’t even harming the floor, and knew that they’d already made every possible preparation. However, the pacing session had started to feel different, heavy, in a way that he didn’t really like. It reminded Danny of those times when he was alone at night, that a choking sense that something was missing would drown him, like an unseen tsunami. This sense had only been mixed with several different types of anticipation, and it was hanging heavily in the air around him, making it hard to breathe without completely restricting his breath.

They pondered all of this, thoughts racing as they kept pacing. Flashes of playful growls, brief impressions of blue, and a feeling that was at once peace and loss flickered in and out of focus, dancing in and around the thoughts in their head and the strange pressure flooding their senses. Danny drifted through their thoughts, losing their sense of time as they did, until the sound of their name broke them from their trance.

Looking up, they saw their people standing in the doorway. The familiar sight brought comfort to Danny, and they found themself looking over their friends to double check that everything was okay. Sam chuckled as she noticed what they were doing, popping a hip as if posing for the inspection. Tucker merely smiled, and Jazz shook her head bemusedly.

Sam wore a little bit fancier clothing than usual, a black cropped tank, short black skirt with an ectoplasm green grid on it, dark purple leggings, and black combat boots. Her black bob was cut jaggedly and left to hang around her face. Her bracelets and choker matched, both looking like chains with black capsules in the center of some of the links, hanging from the choker was a red duck candle charm. 

Tucker wore his usual army green cargo pants with extra pockets, brown combat boots, muted mustard long sleeve shirt, and red beret. His red duck candle pin was pinned to the end of his beret. He wore bubble bracelets with the same black capsules as Sam in them. His black half circle glasses were set on his face over a black face mask.

Jazz had needed to dress up a little for her part in the ceremony, so she was wearing a black jumpsuit decorated with teal chain and vines and the rare pair of ectoplasm green eyes. The suit was tucked into black combat boots that had teal lines framing the structure. A short cap hung from her shoulders, Danny’s symbol done in ectoplasm green on the back. At the bottom corner was a red duck candle pin.

Danny had also been told to dress for the occasion, wearing a similar jumpsuit to Jazz except his was decorated with ectoplasm green eyes as the main feature along with silver snowflakes and his neckline was higher, turning it into a turtleneck of sorts. Over this was a cape made to brush the floor whether he walked on it or floated over it, but if he started flying in earnest then it would shrink to the walking size. The inside of the cape was a perfect night sky, like someone had ripped a patch of the sky in order to make it, except for the inside of the hood which was red. The outside of the cape was a black that rivaled the space between the stars in depth. The pin keeping the cape attached was a silver pin in the shape of a crown, the gems in said crown being shaped like stars.

“Is it time?” Danny’s voice was quiet, yet it carried across the room to the three that were still at the door. Sam smiled at him and Tucker gave him a thumbs up as they shifted to let Jazz into the room.

“Yeah little bro, it’s time.” Jazz’s voice seemed very loud in comparison to Danny’s, but there was no mistaking the kind tone it held, matching the expression on her face.

Danny heaved in a deep breath. Sam’s smile turned reassuring as Tucker let his eyes speak his reassurances as they watched Danny approach. Danny felt himself relax as he met with his friends. They assumed the formation, Sam and Tucker in the front, Jazz behind them, and Danny at the rear as they walked out the door. As much as he was relaxing, the strange anticipation-panic-missing was building. 

Since they were already in the Clocktower where the crowning ceremony was to take place, it didn’t take very long to arrive before Clockwork, coincidentally taking just enough time to let the anticipation-panic-missing build while still remaining bearable. Sam and Tucker split off to stand before Clockwork a couple steps off to the side and forward, mirroring each other. Jazz walked in front of him until they were three quarters of the way to Clockwork. There, she turned sideways as he passed, bowing slightly in his direction. As he moved past her, she fell into step behind his left side. Danny stopped before Clockwork, head held high and face carefully blank.

Amusement and pride flickered in Clockwork’s red eyes like a bonfire as it gazed upon him, but its face was otherwise devoid of emotion. “We few are gathered here today to witness a momentous occasion, The Crowning of a King. Historically, every King has treated their Crowning differently. Today is a day that will change nothing yet stand out as a herald of great change. The High King of All Ghosts is a title that goes hand in hand with several others. Including titles received from predecessors, it is my honor to bestow upon you, Phantom, some titles of your own. However, before we get to that, it appears I will say a few more words. What has gone before shall now come again, when the pieces shall finally find their place. All is as it should be. Now,” Clockwork lifts its hands, the Crown appearing between the hands without touching them. “I bestow upon you the titles of The Balance, Endless One, and the Unbound Star. Let these people and this Crown bear witness.” Here, it lowered its hands until the Crown rested on Danny’s head. “With this Ring,” The Ring appears, floating before the finger it will rest on. “And all these people as witnesses, I name you The Balance, Endless One, and the Unbound Star.” 

The Ring slipped onto Danny’s finger, and his glow intensified, growing brighter and brighter as his power surged due to the titles. His eyes were glowing so green that they were gold. Black ice grew around, dimming the glow and acting like a second skin while still obscuring his form. Danny had the weird sense of being able to see what was happening as though from outside of his body.

Clockwork stepped back. “And thus the Crowning is complete.” As one the four people in the room bowed, thumping their fists on the left side of their chests twice. “All hail the High King of All Ghosts!” Clockwork called out.

Once again in unison, Clockwork, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker called out, “The King is Dead! Long Live the King!” Over and over the words rang out, and as they did, Danny felt something build up, flowing out from and into his core. Suddenly, he could feel the Infinite Realms and everything in them in their entirety. He knew something was happening around him, but he couldn’t process it as he felt each and every one of his subjects as they felt the effects of his Crowning.

All too suddenly for Danny’s very overwhelmed brain, his vision went black, but it didn’t stay that way for long as memories began rushing by. Danny didn’t understand what was happening, but it soon clicked that these were his memories from other lives playing on loop. There were only two lives, but they were vastly different. One ended in peace after a long while, and the other ended abruptly after a very short time.

Danny watched as the memories started yet again. Suddenly, with the force of a train, a thought struck him. Jason was who was missing from his life yet causing such a big impact. Maybe the impact was so big precisely because they hadn’t met yet. A tiny voice whispered shortly after that first thought that he’d never found his biological family either.

These two thoughts seemed to trigger a change because he was no longer watching the memories, but living them again. When he’d lived through all his lives again, catching up to his most recent Crowning, Danny snapped back to awareness. The black ice that had been holding him broke off with a resounding crack, revealing that nothing had changed appearance wise despite what some might have thought with the light show earlier. If memory repeated itself, the changes to his appearance would come at the coronation.

Looking around, he was alone in the room, but that was expected since it had probably been a few days since the ceremony. Tucker, Jazz, and Sam had set up one of the adjacent rooms to be a comfortable resting place while they waited for him to stabilize after the massive surge in power that the ceremony brought him. They hadn’t told him which room it was though, but he had a simple fix for that.

Reaching out with Danny’s new-old senses, they easily located their people, quickly and silently moving through the wall. Appearing behind their people, they smirked mischievously. “So.” They started, watching as the room’s occupants jumped.

“Holy dragon plushies, don’t do that, Danny!” Jazz gasped, pushing a hand into her chest as if trying to calm her heart.

“Empty gum wrappers!! Warning would be nice!” Tucker barked out as he pulled himself back into the bean bag he’d fallen out of at the sudden appearance of Danny.

“Pink lacy frills!” Sam gasped, going pale before swiftly recovering. “Ancients, Danny! That wasn’t very nice.”

Danny chuckled for a few seconds, thoroughly enjoying his people’s reactions. “I found out two things. One, the curse on Amity Park that doesn’t allow anyone to swear is a legitimate curse, not a wish from Desiree. As long as you consider yourself from Amity Park, then you can’t swear, regardless of whether or not you were born there or you leave. If Amity Park shaped you at all, you get the fun of developing your own swear language.” His people were now all staring at him, waiting for the second thing he’d figured out. “Secondly, I’m the one who first made Candy Cores in both forms, Khuzbu and Khuzba.”

“Wow!” Tucker said in awe. “Wait a minute, how did you get all of that from one simple ceremony?”

“Well…”

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[moonsbypadfoot]

interest | theodore nott x female reader.

warnings : angst, fluff, based on real live events that I am still going through! (Some parts are still made up, I've only experienced the first half, the second half are made up) 😘🙃, slytherin reader (doesn't really affect the story), usage of y/n, short, short, short fan fiction, wrote this in like 30 mins, english isn't my first language and I am convinced that I'm dyslexic, second person pov,

have fun reading!

🦖

it was your fifth year at hogwarts, fifth year being friends with pansy, and your fifth year being hopelessly inlove with theodore.

yes, you've had 'relationships' before him, but he was still at the back of your mind. theodore was still lingering.

Theo seemed funny, moody, and so much more, but, you didn't expect him to like books.

Pansy looked down while eating her food, and simply said "you're reading little women too? Theodore loves that book" To which you hushed her immediately.

But that didn't stop you from asking her about Theo,later that day. "He likes it? " You asked, showing the book to pansy, "who likes what? " Pansy scrunched her eyebrows, and you groaned loudly.

"Theodore, pansy, Theodore! "

Pansy nodded her head, saying "oh yeah, he likes it". You gasped at how chill she is, and you said " This might be it pansy! ".

And oh you were right, it is it. You and daphne were sitting on a bench, gossiping about other people. When all of the sudden, Theodore passed you two, and said "Laurie, mhm? ".

"So you do like little women? " You and daphne's attention were shifted to him "since forever", and just like that, he left.

That became a more and more of a schedule for you to sit on that same bench everyday, on the exact same time. Daphne doesn't know that you still like him, it was well common knowledge that you used to like Theodore, but, everyone thought that you had moved on.

Daphne was so tired of Theodore, that whenever she sees him coming to you two, she'd roll her eyes sand say stuff like 'here he goes again' and make the biggest sigh ever.

Your first 'real' conversation was him coming up to you, saying "I like jo more than amy". At that point you didn't know what to say, neither Daphne or Pansy was there to make you less tense.

You scoffed "Amy is way better". You tried to keep yourself cool, and you did just that.

For days to days you two became closer. You'd have little chit chats after dinner, and your liking for him became bigger, but it shouldn't have.

"I have some little women.. Merch, I can send it to your room, later" Theodore suggested. "First of all, pansy would kill me if I had a boy in my room. Second of all, that will not happen cause if you do the stairs will turn into a literal slide and make you look stupid" You said, to which he just started at you.

You stupidly dreamt of him in your room, which is obviously forbidden.

Unsurprisingly, Daphne eventually found out about you still liking him, and she's convinced that Theo likes you back.

"Do you not remember what he said? 'I used to like little women, now I like it again because of her' and the boy pointed at you! And do you not remember quidditch? "

Oh boy, you do remember Quidditch.

His Quidditch match was last Wednesday, and two days before that, you two made a bet. If he won, you have to give him 15 galleons, and if he lose, he has to give you 15 galleons.

See, that same week, your professors had bombarded everyone with exams. So, if it wasn't for him you wouldn't have watched any of the Quidditch stuff.

That Wednesday, you kept exactly 15 galleons in your pocket. And, unsurprisingly he won. The slytherins celebrated like crazy, and, after that, you came up to him, saying "I could've bought myself candy but, I have your 15 galleons".

"No need for that," Theodore softly smiles, and went back to his friends who were cheering and waiting for him.

That day you couldve swore you spent a thousand hour telling pansy what you felt.

All of the sudden, Theodore didn't seem interested. You hadn't told Daphne about this, but pansy is so mas at him for the sudden stop of interest.

"See, boys are immature" Pansy groaned and rolled her eyes. "I wanted to know about his friend and, theodore-"

"Not so loud! " You sushed her, reminding that you two were still in the great hall. You doubt anyone heard you but, still, for safety reasons. "How about.. My 'him', we can call him uh.. "

"Toaster, cause if he doesn't act right Im gonna-"

"Hold your horses, pansy, let's call him trex"

"Fine, you're way too nice for that guy, and uhm, what should I call my 'him'? " Pansy asked, and, there was one minute of silence.

"Maybe trial number #2? "

That was the day your nicknames were born, and, things excelated from there. 'Trial #2', which is blaise, talked to pansy in the Slightest way possible, and 'trex' which is theo is talking to you, but he makes the conversation as dry as possible.

Theo is almost always the conversation starter, but when it comes to keeping the conversation going, it's you, and it is hardwork to keep Theo talking to you

That also reminded you of a conversation you had a long, long time ago with millicent. About how he's broken home and doesn't have a mother, and turns out it was true.

"So, that explains the on and off thing with you and him" Pansy shrugged "if you're really in love with him, you're in some really deep shit. Trial #2 barely talks to me"

and in deep shit you are, as the days became longer because he didn't want to talk to you. Pansy convinced you enough to just stop talking to him.

You felt better but, there is still something in you still craving him dearly.

"He's just there, pansy, like.. Like a word about to be spoken, but then vanishes out of our brains! One second he's there and the next he's gone! " You complained.

What made you more confused is that, you and him became more confusing. You felt like you're more than a friend, but you don't know what it is because of one thing he said.

It was common for you friends, lorenzo, and Mattheo, to tease you about Theo. It's as if they know.

Obviously, Theo was there too, along with Daphne next to you. "Y/n, I think you and Theodore are a good fit" Lorenzo laughed, and the others chimed with agreement. But, it was a subtle whisper from Theo that made you down for the rest of the day. "Don't say that, I like astoria"

You kept laughing, though it was obvious for those who actually knows you that your laugh was so fake.

You kept ignoring him, and you truly do feel better for once. As pansy says 'give him taste of his own medicine ' and you did what she said, and you felt better, for awhile.

Till he came up to you and forced you to confess.

"The fuck is wrong with you y/n? " Theodore said. "What do you mean? " You said, but, the pit in your stomach tells you exactly what he means.

"You're avoiding me. I thought we were friends"

"That's the problem" You said, in a confusing tone, which made him think.. Was it a question or a statement?

"I thought we couldve been more, Theo" You rolled your eyes at his oblivion, and you paused "you like astoria, don't you, mhm? You said it yourself".

Theo frowned "don't act so innocent, you and Macmillan were so close I thought you two were dating".

"I wasn't" You paused, "I moved on a long time ago, unlike you, no one moves on in the span of two weeks".

"Her friends told me she doesn't like me! "

"So what? That makes it right? I don't care if she likes you or not, I care if you like her or not. If I'm just your second choice, this won't work. Pansy told me that I'm better than any boys in Hogwarts, and I agree with her! Because boys like you suck"

"I like you, okay? Will you get that into your thick skull?" Theodore groaned and rolled his eyes.

"You're weird" You said, "what about me Is weird? " Theo asks.

"Your on and off stuff. You act interested, then when I actually wanna talk to you you get so dry, do you not think of that? Or you're actually really dumb? "

"You ignored me too"

"That's because I wanted you to feel what I felt! "

You honestly felt sad but, anger was more visible. But Theo looked emotionless. He wasn't happy, angry, sad, he was just there.

You both wanted to say something, but you didn't. Neither you nor Theo said a thing. You opened your bag and found your book, well, technically his.

"Here's a book that i borrowed" You said, giving it to him. "You can keep it" Theo pushed the book back to you, but your hand didn't budge. "No thanks, theo.. Ive written somethings in pencil. Don't worry too much because it's so thin you could barely tell what I wrote, a single swipe with your finger or eraser, it'll be gone".

A week has passed. And you knew for a fact he didn't re read the book.

On your favorite page, you wrote 'three broomsticks, next month, 9:00 AM? ' a month ago.

You knew way more than to come there, or did you?

[f10werfae]

Sugar Sweet Thong

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader

warning: After Y/n gets a new thong, away up in his cabin where no one can touch her but him, her wild man of a husband can’t keep his hands off her (Major Dom Henry)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Baby, how did your little gift exchange thing go today? n’ what’s behind your beautiful body?”Henry asked watching his girl creep in through the front door, a clearly visible Victoria Secret bag in her hands. “It went well” She said shortly, her act falling once Henry patted his knees, beckoning her to sit on his beefy thighs; a strong arm curling around her waist. “Well what’d ya get sugar? C’mon n’ let me see, even brought more firewood in so we can snuggle in close tonight”

He growled nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his lips pressing a sloppy kiss onto her jaw. “We actually did something a little different this year, w-we did a thong exchange, so we all-“

“So you all bought each other thongs huh? Go on baby, show me your pretty new lace on for me to play with” Henry leant back in the arm chair, Y/n easily cuddling back with him, instantly missing his body heat. Henry’s arm around her waist softly stroked her stomach, his fingers teasing the rim of her underwear

“But that’s embarrassing! I can just hold it up for youu” Y/n whined shoving her face in his neck, the smell of pinewood and cologne filling her nose, his chequered over-shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tight white shirt.

A year ago Henry took a trip to the closest town for new tools, his eyes immediately caught onto the sweet little thing working in her grandparent’s candy shop. Dressed in a lavender dress she always greeted him with a smile, clinging onto his burly arms every time they walked about town, gaining a few stares as people thought ‘How could such a grumpy thing get that light?’

Of course once Henry convinced her to elope, it only made sense that she moved out with him to his isolated luxurious cabin out on the slopes. Their wedding consisted of just her family, Henry’s being nowhere in site but that didn’t bother any of them, frankly Y/n’s parents were just glad she was finally married despite her still being in her early 20s; for a man in his 30s like Henry to want their daughter’s hand in marriage, that was a gift.

“You’re my wife, if anythin the lace is the frame for my pretty picture. Now go get the damn thong on” Henry said more dominantly slapping Y/n’s ass causing her to squeal and giggle to their shared bedroom.

Pulling the thong up her thighs, Y/n couldn’t help but feel confident at the sight of the new lace on her body, when her friend’s words came back to her. “Come on Y/n, think of it as a present for both you and your grumpy ol’ man” Lucy giggled handing Y/n the bag.

Putting on one of Henry’s plaid shirts over her, she walked back out to the armchair in front of the log fire, wearing nothing underneath but her new thong. “Well?” Henry asked taking another swig of beer, throwing his cap onto the floor.

Y/n shyly pulled up the shirt revealing it to her husband, causing him to sit up and lean forward, his nose hitting her mound. “Sugar, you decorated my flower with another pretty flower, how thoughtful of you” He said looking up at her before taking his tongue and striping a lick up her thinly covered pussy.

“W-what are you doing Hen?” Y/n asked threading her fingers through his messy curls, his, “Kissing my pretty pussy” Henry growled placing kisses all over, finally setting one on her clit, causing his woman to slightly jolt in his hold. Henry leant back, unbuckling the belt she had recently gotten him for Christmas, his jeans falling to just his knees.

“Sit on my lap baby, get comfortable with your man, tell me about your day, wan’ hear all about it” Nodding Y/n sat back on his lap, the only thing between her pussy and his thick cock, being her lace thong. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other starting to slowly rub her clit through the lace as she talked.

“W-we went to starbucks, oh fuck, and- and then”

“Language baby” Henry growled slapping her pussy out of nowhere, before going back to slowly playing with her nub, his other arm making sure she doesn’t wiggle away from him.

“T-then we went back to Grace’s and we did the thong- thong exchange” Y/n gasped feeling Henry’s cock slide between her thighs, his red head bumping her clit every single time, just like he wanted. “That’s it baby, keep talking to me” Henry urged, his fingers going into his mouth and going back onto her clit, his other hand groping onto her right breast as she clawed onto his arms.

“Can’t do it, feels too good bear” Y/n breathed out leaning her head back onto his shoulder, his lips instantly landing onto her cheek, her head turning to give him a small kiss on the lips. “Got you all dumbed up on my cock, right honey? Can’t think when i’m all up on you, you drive me crazy” He growled fixing her up tighter against him, both his hands now going to her waist for his next move.

“Can’t imagine what woulda happened if I didn’t marry ya and bring you up here with me, you ever going to keep my pussy away from me?” Henry taunted pushing her body up and down, his cock sliding up and down her pussy lips which were now visible with the soaked lace.

“N-no. is’ your pussy baby, can have it whenever you want” Y/n moaned, her eyes going to the back of her head, knowing damn well that his words were enough to make her cum then and there. “Want you inside me Hen”

“Nuh-uh honey, maybe tomorrow, m’tired tonight. You understand right? Was busy working for us day n’ night” Henry said smirking knowing damn well his bank accounts were big enough to supply them another 10 lifetimes, but his baby didn’t need to know that, and she wouldn’t.

“Y-you’re right Hen, m’sorry, love you so much” Y/n whimpered feeling tears prick her eyes, her head turning coaxing out Henry’s tongue with her own, their rapid movements causing their kiss to turn wet and messy real quick. Filthy just like they both liked it. “I love you too baby. I’m going to cum on top of your pussy, that okay sugar?” He asked in her ear, her voice now rasped and broken as she screamed for him to do so. His cock painting the lilac lace white with his cum, Y/n’s eyes starting to lid close from exhaustion

“Can I at least keep this pair?” Y/n shuddered feeling her husband peel the sticky fabric down her thighs, watching as he threw it to somewhere in the living room, her eyes basically love hearts as she watched him attend to her. Kissing her nose, giving her a massive drink of water, bringing her back onto his lap this time with a soft blanket.

“You know the rules sugar, no underwear indoors” Henry whispered watching their log fire, his arms clasped around her waist as she resumed her story of her day, her nails softly playing with the wedding bands on their fingers. “Then I saw Stephanie’s new baby, n’ I was thinking can we have one?”

Henry woke up from his daydream to see Y/n looking up at him cutely, a sweet sugar like smile on her face, “Course baby, i’ll give you anything you want”

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[stuniolo-simp4life]

Call Me Back- Chris Sturniolo 

Paring- Chris Sturniolo and Y/n 

Description- Chris has been ignoring you for a while, upsetting you, until one night he shows up at your apartment. 

Warnings- angst, crying. Remember everything is fictional! Nothing here applies to real life.

NOT PROOF READ!

You had really been upset this past week. Chris had been distant this week. At first, you thought he was busy with filming and that he needed space. 

But it had gotten more complicated. 

He stopped answering your calls and texts. You could see his likes on other girls' social media.

Another thing- you didn’t care about whose posts he liked, whether they were girls or not.

It was that he was liking pictures of half-naked girls was what got to you. 

You could feel your heart swell when you got a notification. 

Chris.sturniolo made a post 

You clicked on the notification. A picture popped up. It looked like Chris was at a party. He had that big bright smile the one he would always show around you.

What really caught your attention though, was that his arm was clinging onto another girl's waist. 

The girl was leaning her head on his shoulder, and her arm was on his other shoulder. 

You felt your heart crack. Had he found another girl? Is that why he had been ignoring you? 

The girl did look perfect for him though. Golden brown hair. Crisp, green eyes. Big, perfect pink lips. You felt your heart crack even more. It looked like a match made in heaven. 

You hadn’t even realized tears welled up in your eyes until they started streaming down your cheeks. You choked a sob, as you sank into your pillow. 

You didn’t like your emotions getting the best of you but when they did, it was too late. 

What if you were just overreacting? What if she was just a close friend? 

But you saw how both their eyes showed happiness. Connection. Love. 

You cried yourself to sleep that night. 

___---___---___---___---___---___---___---___ 

Two more days passed. Two more notifications, each day. Each post with the same girl. The same bright eyes.

The same smile. The same pang of pain in your heart. You had tried calling him too, but he would just ignore your calls, or not answer. 

You decided that you did want to live a sob story, so you went to the grocery store, hoping to at least be productive and get some tasks done. 

You found yourself driving to target, hoping to buy some things. For one: food. It was always your comfort. 

You also needed to buy your daily necessities, like toilet paper and soaps. 

And you defiantly bought snacks and candy. 

You thought things were going well. You thought you could avoid any possible thought of Chris at all today.

You were literally finished checking out your items. 

But no. The world must really hate you. 

The way your heart shattered when you heard that laugh. As you saw those brown locks of hair.  

Chris. 

And you heard the female laughter following. That golden brown hair. Those deep, crisp, green eyes. That girl. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to move. At all. Who is she? Why do I feel like this? You couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

And the next thing you knew, they were right in front of you. “Oh hey y/n!” You heard Chris’s voice. You couldn’t utter a word. 

You couldn’t hear, you couldn’t feel you couldn’t speak. Are you alright? He asked. Are you okay?

I can’t do this. You finally snapped back to reality, and you ran. You ran right out of that store. You couldn’t turn back.  

He had ignored you for almost a week and a half. Hadn’t picked up any of your calls. And now suddenly acting like he cares? You couldn’t do this. 

You cried as soon as you got home. 

___---___---___---___---___---___---___  What time is it? Was your first thought as you woke up. You rubbed your eyes. Sighed. You needed to relax.  

You grabbed your phone, a blanket, and snacks from your kitchen, and made your way to the living room. 

10 things I hate about you. Thats what you decided to put. 

You wrapped the blanket around yourself, its warmth covering you, protecting you, keeping you safe. Why can’t they be Chris’s arms. 

You were about halfway into the movie and on your third bowl of popcorn when you heard a knock on the door. You sighed, not wanting to get up. 

The knocks wouldn’t stop, so you forced yourself to answer it. 

“What are you doing here,” you asked. Where’s your new girl? You wanted to ask. Why haven’t you broken up with me? 

“I wanted to see if you were alright.” he said.  

“You wanted to see if I was okay?” you could feel your voice rising.

“Oh Chris I’ve been great. I’ve just been ignored for a whole week by my boyfriend, not to mention that he’s been hasn’t been answering my texts of calls, and hanging out with some girl I don’t even know?” 

You were crying at this point. “So yeah Chris. I’ve been doing great.” He was silent for a moment, his eyes showing pure heartbreak. 

You couldn’t. You completely broke down. Sobbing. 

Chris knew you didn’t like crying. That’s why he was so shocked. It broke his heart that he made you feel this way. 

He pulled you into a hug, murmuring soft, reassuring words into your ear. “Shhh, you're alright pretty girl. Don’t cry. Please.” his voice cracked on the last word. 

Once you had calmed down a bit, both of you took a seat on the couch. 

“10 things I hate about you,” he said. “That’s always been your comfort movie.” You nodded your head. 

A few moments passed. “Look y/n, I owe an apology. I’m sorry I haven’t reached out in what feels like forever.” he sighed. “What about that girl?” you asked. 

That’s what was bothering you the most. 

“Yeah um, she's the reason. Ally. She was one of my best friends in middle school, and she surprised me by showing up out of nowhere. She moved away right before high school- before we even met. I was just happy to see her when she came. She has a boyfriend, you know.” 

“Oh,” was all you could manage with a voice crack. “I-I’m so sorry.” Guilty guilty I feel so guilty.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek, many more following. For the second time, Chris pulled me into a hug, kissing my hair and rubbing my back. “It’s not your fault pretty girl. Don’t cry. I promise you.”  

His touch leaves a trail of butterflies on my skin. “I’m sorry for ignoring you, my sweet girl. I promise you that won’t happen again.” 

You sniffled as you hugged him burying your face into the crook of his neck. He suddenly picked you up bridal style. “Lets get you showered and ready for bed, yeah?” 

You nodded your head. Love Love Love in his eyes. “Chris I love you.” 

He looked down at you and smiled that warm warm smile. “I love you too baby.”  

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[tyrantisterror]

My Personal History with My Good Friend, Satan

My first encounter with The Devil - that I can remember, at least - came when I was about three or so. My mom liked to borrow VHS tapes from libraries to show me and my siblings a lot, and one of the libraries she used was the one at our church. It was a small and obviously very religion-centric collection, but it left a notable mark on me - like, that's where I saw this weird, kinda shitty cartoon version of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe which might be responsible for irreconcilably fucking up my taste in women? I just have this distinct memory of watching the scene where Edmund is tempted by the White Witch and thinking, "Yeah, he's making the right call." If anything I was frustrated that he hesitated - three year old me was already simping for this woman. Just imagine a child channeling Ernie Hudson in Ghostbusters and growling, "When a terrifying and beautiful woman offers you candy and a private sleigh ride, you say YES!" and that's basically me as a kid.

Where was I? Right, Satan. So, the other video from that library I remember was this cartoon retelling of Bible stories, and really I just remember the Adam and Eve part. The temptation scene had this huge, super gnarly-looking demonic red snake in it, and he was so cool and badass and I was already predisposed to like snakes anyway, so of course he was my instant favorite. But, like almost all media featuring reptiles that captured my little child heart, he turned out to be the bad guy - literally The Devil, in this case - and was punished at the end of the story. And that pissed me off.

Sometime shortly thereafter - or at least that's how I remember it, this was over thirty years ago so things might be smushed closer together than they really were by the fog of ages - some of the kids in my preschool chastised me for liking snakes. "Don't you know the devil is a snake? Snakes are evil!" I remembered the movie, and it made me angry.

Because snakes aren't evil, and as a kid I knew that because my parents taught me it. Snakes were just animals, they don't know right from wrong, and to call them evil it to judge them for what they are, not what they do. That experience taught me a very important lesson: The Devil is a tool to make people hate the innocent. And as I'd later learn, snakes were far from the only innocents people would vilify because of a demonic association.

The second time I met the devil came a few years later, when I was six or seven or so. My Grampa and Grams liked to take us up North to Mackinac City and the Upper Peninsula each summer, and I have a lot of fond memories of those trips, but there was one in particular that's relevant to this discussion. We saw a sign for a "laser light show" in the shopping district, and I got to stay up late to see it with my family. The show in question was basically a cartoon projected into the night sky adapting the song The Devil Went Down to Georgia. It was super primitive and hokey and cornball and terrible and I loved every second of it. I was enchanted, absolutely delighted with the spectacle and the silly song where the devil was less a force of evil and more a comically bumbling inept supervillain - one of my favorite archetypes, even back then. So that's the second lesson about the devil I learned: The Devil can be fun sometimes.

Now, Godzilla, one of the few reptile characters I encountered as a kid who didn't end up a villain (at least not in the first movie of his I saw, Godzilla vs. Megalon), had already set me on the path to loving monsters of all stripes and, by extension, horror fiction in general, so as I grew up I had many more encounters with the devil. But while I warmed up quickly to most monster archetypes, like vampires, zombies, werewolves, etc., I always felt dismissive of demons. It kind of coincided with me becoming disillusioned with Christianity as a whole, in fact. A story about fighting evil, Christian-style demons is ultimately an allegory for fighting evil as defined by Christianity, and Christianity's definition of what evil is, well, sucks. It's bad! They got some things right, but some things horribly wrong. The devil is the tool Christianity uses to make you hate the innocent, and I struggled to enjoy a lot of demon stories because of that. Still do with some, in fact.

There were exceptions, of course - I loved The Evil Dead series as soon as I saw it at too-early-of-an-age, but then, the demons in it aren't super Christian. They aren't repelled by holy water or crucifixes or prayer, and in fact God and Jesus barely get mentioned in the series and never come up as a potential solution. They're kind of secular as demons go, and maybe that made them easier to stomach. But overall, demons ranked pretty low in the hierarchy of monsters to me - they were too tainted by the religion that spawned them for me to enjoy.

Until college, anyway. I quietly renounced my faith during my Freshmen year, and then, as if seeking one last chance at redemption in my eyes, the devil came to me again the following year. That's when I had a class on Medieval literature, and was exposed to far older devil stories than I had ever seen before. And Medieval devils kick ass. They have so much more personality and variety than I had come to expect, and some are downright affable, even sympathetic to a degree. It was one of many moments in college when I realized there was much more to a topic I'd previously written off as boring and trite.

This is when I read Dante's The Divine Comedy and Milton's Paradise Lost and Marlowe's Faust and Ben Johnson's The Devil Is An Ass. It's when I read early Gothic Horror novels like Matthew Gregory Lewis's The Monk, and dived into The Twilight Zone, which has more than a few episodes that are updates of medieval-style devil folktales in a more modern (i.e. 1960's) setting. And so many of these works presented the Devil not as a stand-in for everything Christianity hates, but as a person - a deeply flawed person, yes, but a person with actual wants and feelings and thoughts of his own, a person who was interesting and compelling - and sometimes funny, and sometimes charming, and sometimes really sad. There was, dare I say... sympathy for the devil growing in my heart.

In the last year of my undergraduate studies, I attended my college's yearly Medieval Studies Congress, where people from all over the world came to Kalamazoo just to share their research papers on medieval history and literature. One girl's thesis paper was on the subject of "rueful devils," i.e. depictions of demons in literature where they wanted to repent their sins and redeem themselves, which uniformly ended with the devils' hopes being dashed as they could not fully repent. This idea... possessed me. The idea that the devil could repent, or at least try to - that there could be hope even in the most debauched sinner. It was such a good narrative trope in my eyes - why did it die out centuries ago?

Well, because the church didn't like it, you see. If the devil can repent - if the Absolute King of Evil can choose to become a good person - then he's not very useful as a tool to make people hate the innocent anymore. The devil MUST be "pure evil" to work as intended. A rueful devil, a repentant devil, a devil that can be redeemed, forces us to be more forgiving and kind. It forces us to be better. It prevents us from hating people because an old book says so. And some people just couldn't have that, and so the trope died.

...

After I got my bachelor's degree, I entered the job market and, after applying to fifty different places or so, was finally hired as a high school english teacher about two weeks before the school year started. Said school year was the worst year of my life. Like, I've had extreme self loathing issues and suicidal ideation since, like, sixth grade, but holy shit it was NEVER as bad as it was in that nine month stretch between 2012 and 2013. There was this bridge I had to cross on the way to work each morning, and about two months in the job was so stressful that part of my morning routine was thinking, "You know, if I just swerve to the right, this can all be over and I'll never have to worry again." About halfway in I began drastically losing weight despite not changing my diet or getting more exercise and it was so traumatic that to this day whenever my weight starts to drop my initial reaction is dread rather than excitement. I impulse bought the first two Kung-Fu Panda movies and, after watching each for the first time and crying hideously, proceeded to watch them on repeat for an entire weekend while sobbing myself hoarse for reasons I couldn't comprehend at the time.

I was in Hell. And the devil met me there.

I started writing a story during that year. I didn't get very far, just a couple chapters, but it was one of the few things that gave me a sense of accomplishment. Despite all the stress and sadness and misery, I made something. It was a story about demons, and Hell, and trying to make your life better even when the world around you seems deadset on making you suffer as much as possible.

When my bosses called me into their office at the end of that year and told me that I had to quit my job so the assistant principal could take my teaching position and survive the downsizing they'd get next year, and that if I didn't quit they'd give me the lowest teacher evaluation they could and make it supremely difficult for me to get hired elsewhere... I was relieved. I'd been let out of Hell. After a handful of months left to finish out the year, I was free.

And then I went home, with nothing. No job, no desire to pursue the career for which I'd spent five years and an ungodly amount of money getting a degree to pursue, no nest egg, nothing. Nothing except a few chapters of a book.

The years that followed were hard. I did a lot of temp work, it took me a very long time to find something that worked for me. I may have left the worst year of my life, but there was still a lot of misery waiting for me. And through it all, I felt the need to accomplish... something, ANYTHING. I had to make something to prove I had a reason to exist, even if it was something that only had value to me.

With three years of work, those chapters became my first novel, No Sympathies: A Tale of Those Who Trespass Against Us. It was about the devil, and Hell, and finding salvation even when things seem inescapably bleak. It was my first novel, and now, eight years later, it's the first of five.

The devil saved my life. He saw me at my lowest, lifted me up, whispered, "It'll be ok. You have to keep going. I'll be with you, but you have to keep going," and goddammit, he kept me from swerving right.

That's when I learned the greatest truth about the devil, at least to me. The devil is a tool to make people hate the innocent, yes, this is true, but because of that, the devil can be a savior for the broken, the beaten, and the damned. You can feel like you're worthless, wretched, and doomed. But if the devil can rise from Hell, if the devil can choose to change, if people are willing to pray for the one sinner who needs it most - then there's hope for you too, isn't there?

Demons are creatures of rebellion - against God, against nature, against the powers that be, against doom and damnation itself. They were made to be a tool to hurt the innocent, but that's not what they have to be. Devils can lift us up, because no matter how far you fall, no one can say whether it's the end for you except you.

...I would like to point out that I am being figurative here. The devil does not literally exist, at least not in my view of things. He's a fictional character, nothing more. But he's a prolific fictional character, and how we portray him can say so much about us. And, to me, he is a dear friend, despite being imaginary, because the devil was there for me when I was low, and it was on his wings that I rose from doom.

...again, figuratively, not literally.

[notfreetoday]

China's censorship of Justice in the Dark - some FAQ

photo cr @ 白夜飛行家 on weibo

Also known as The Abyss/Mo Du/Silent Reading (link goes to a great carrd made by a Mo Du fan) by Priest, the same author who brought us Guardian. The show was dropped on Youku China on the 18th of February and is now on Youku International (VIP needed from ep 3 onwards). 8 episodes have been released. There is no official release schedule yet, though the rumour is 5 episodes every Saturday at 10am China time. Total of 30 episodes, ending on the 11th of March (Yes rumours are this specific).

The English subs are AI generated, and they are not great. I hope they improve the subs as the show gains traction. (I watch on the China ver of the app, but I'll post any egregarious subbing errors if I come across them)

Changes made from the novel

The title, character names and premise has been changed. The ages of the some of the side characters/victims have also been changed. It's clear that scenes have been re-edited and re-dubbed, because some dialogue doesn't match the lip movements (WOH flashbacks anyone?) This is all to get pass censorship. A lot of the story, including the dialogue, has been preserved, and the changes aren't jarring.

Seems like there was a lot of uproar regarding the changes?

The show has been trending on weibo every day since it dropped, for good and bad reasons. Many book fans were upset with the changes on Day 1 and didn't bother watching pass the introduction of the premise, and there were complaints about the suitability of the actors' looks. By Day 2 the comments turned to "hey this isn't so bad??" And now everyone is just badgering youku for the next few episodes, cause they've literally released nothing else about the show since they dropped the episodes.

Has the story been sacrificed to pass censorship?

After watching 8 ep, I don't believe so. The novel covers sociopathy and the darkness of humanity - the show uses a "nuclear accident" as a reason for "genetic changes" in 1.3% of the population - causing these people to lose the ability to empathise with others. This is actually a very smart move because by blaming everything on a fictional, genetic mutation, the show can actually get away with showing the darker, more questionable parts of humanity, without having to censor it too much. The first case of the show mentions drugs and even has a short clip that heavily implies someone seizing from an overdose (you'll miss it if you aren't paying attention). There are underaged victims, and if they continue in this vein there will be more trigger warning worthy scenes from the book included. These things just don't get shown or talked about in c dramas - even if we don't talk about the BL, it's pretty crazy they managed to get this stuff out after the recent censorship changes.

Is the BL still.... there?

There are 8 episodes out so far and to me, it's working. We're not talking WOH level of chemistry here, but ep 3 onwards is when our CP starts paying more attention to each other. There is more than enough "candy" to find if you know what you're looking for. That said, it is not and will never be BL, just an adaptation.

Ok what am I looking for?

Glad you asked! Take for example the show's name change - from 深渊 (shen yuan) to 光•渊 (guang • yuan).

深 - deep 渊 - deep (often referring to a pool, so a deep dark pool, like in a cave) Shen Yuan comes from the novel and is translated as The Abyss, and represents Fei Du (Pei Su in the show)

光 - bright light Guang•Yuan is not a proper term by itself - it's a mash up of the words for bright light and deep pool. The light represents Luo Wenzhou (Luo Weizhao in the show), the one beam of light that penetrates Fei Du's darkness. Hence the English name "Justice in the Dark" is a pretty good translation.

The new names of the characters are Pei Su 裴溯 and Luo Weizhao 骆为昭. See the last character of each name? Su has the radical 月, for Moon in it, and Zhao has the radical 日, for Sun in it. The moon is considered Yin, and the sun is Yang. Together, they are Yin and Yang.

Hey maybe you think that's pushing it, but welcome to the life of a BL adaptation fan 🤣🤣

[actiniumwrites]

AUTUMN LEAVES

synopsis: a collection of fall/ halloween themed prompts alongside short stories with some of the genshin characters <3

characters: heizou, kaeya, albedo, yelan, scaramouche, ayaka, tighnari, and dehya x gn! reader (separately)

warnings: fluff, cussing, mentions of murder and suicide in yelan’s (not part of the story / fictional)

notes: i started this back in august and finally finished it just in time for mid-fall. not gonna lie, it was a lot more to write than i initially thought, but i still enjoyed it so i might do another one when christmas/ winter rolls around :)

Heizou + Candy Apples

The bright red maple leaves of Inazuma fell gently onto the ground and whisked through the quiet wind as you and Heizou walked through the streets of Inazuma City, hands and fingers loosely intertwined.

It was calm and quiet, only the sound of chatter from the other visitors filling the air. Your hands swung back and forth, a light smile grazing your face. That was until you felt a sudden pull on your hand, as if you were being dragged away.

The detective you called your boyfriend was now pulling you along with him, but not enough to hurt you. “Heizou! Slow down, what the hell-” you called out to him, confused on why he was so suddenly running.

“Aw, C’mon, Y/n! Don’t you smell that?” He laughed, not caring to turn back and face you.

“Smell what?” You said puzzled. Heizou huffed dramatically before stopping and pointing to the cart standing just a few feet away, a worker stood in front of it handing out candy apples with a warm smile on their face.

“It’s candy apples! C’mon, lets get some!” He jumped excitedly, almost as if he was a child. He was right though, they smelled really good and you were quite hungry. Besides, it was fall now and what better way to kick off the season than having candy apples together with your boyfriend.

—

Kaeya + Halloween Party

“Y/n! Over here!” you heard as soon as you walked into the knight’s headquarters. Your eyes searched around until you saw Amber waving at you from the opposite side of the corridor, excitement was present in her eyes.

You smiled back and walked over toward her. The two of you complimented each other’s costumes and caught up with each other for a bit. It didn’t last long before a gloved hand made its way to your shoulder and pulled you into someone’s side.

“Well, well, well,” someone said from beside you, “What do we have here?”

“Shut up, Kaeya,” you jokingly rolled your eyes.

His eyes widened and he feigned a hurt expression, “Now, that is no way to treat your boyfriend, Y/n.”

Your eyes squinted once you turned to face him, “Kaeya, you can’t be my boyfriend without a costume. Literally who shows up to a halloween party without a cosutme!”

“What? I am wearing a costume!”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Really? Because it looks like what you wear everyday,” you deadpanned. He placed a hand over his heart, the fake hurt expression from earlier once again making its way back onto his face. Amber laughed and walked away from the petty argument, you hadn’t even noticed her leave.

“No I’m not, I’m dressed as a pirate!”

You had half a nerve to slap him right then and there, instead, you burst out laughing. Some of the other knights had even looked over to see what all the commotion was, but ignored it nevertheless. You weren’t phased by it though, in fact, you were too consumed by your laughter.

“There- There is no way, you’re being serious right now!” You held your stomach as you continued to laugh.

“Stop laughing…I’m serious, Y/n. Stop laughing!”

—

Albedo + Apple Cider

“Shit it’s cold out here,” you spoke as you shivered, hands tucked under your armpits to try to keep warm. Albedo glanced at you, a frown making it’s way onto his face.

“Really? It seems quite warm here compared to Dragonspine,” he thought aloud. The two of you stopped walking, choosing to stand next to the fountain for a moment. It was only October, yet the air felt freezing cold as you and Albedo took a late night walk in Mondstadt’s city gates. If anything, you were happy you weren’t in Dragonspine right now.

Albedo looked down at himself, all he had on was his normal lab coat, but without the sleeves, he knew it would do no good to keep you warm. “I apologize, I do not have anything to keep you warm. Perhaps, you could take my gloves though?”

Without hesitation, you took them from his hands. It barely did anything to help though. Your teeth were chattering now and Albedo was getting more and more worried.

“Here, come sit down for a second,” the alchemist said as he guided you to a nearby bench. Luckily, it was wooden so it wasn’t too cold unlike the stone ones. You wrapped your arms around your torso, leaning forward as you watched him walk off toward the Good Hunter.

A few moments later, your blonde haired boyfriend returned, two cups in his hand. He carefully sat down next you before handing you one of them, “They were selling hot apple cider, I believe this could help to warm you up.”

You smiled and drank it quickly, almost burning your tongue. “Careful, now,” Albedo spoke again, a light laugh falling from his lips.

You sipped it carefully and Albedo moved to put his arm around you. Mentally, he made a note to start wearing an actual coat. You looked so cute wearing his gloves and sipping on the cider, Albedo smiled at the sight. He could only imagine what you would look like wearing one of his coats.

—

Yelan + Scary Story Telling

“…Some say he died of natural causes, but everyone knows it’s actually because he brutally murdered everyone and then killed himself, allowing him to haunt the building forever.”

…

“Y/n?” Yelan spoke after a moment of silence. She turned to face you, who was lying next to her in bed, only to find you with a ghostly look on your face and a frightened stare.

An hour ago, you and Yelan were supposed to go to bed for the night. However, since it was nearing Halloween, Yelan thought it would be a fun idea to tell scary stories. It turned out to not be so fun after all now that you were practically shaking in fear next to her.

Yelan smirked for a moment, proud of herself for successfully scaring you. Her laugh suddenly rang out in your ears and you frowned. “That is so not funny.”

You turned away from her and pulled the covers over yourself. Yelan’s laughter gently faded out and a quiet but warm smile grazed her face. Her eyes softened as she looked at you.

Carefully, she wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you toward her so that your back was against her torso. “I’m sorry for scaring you, do you forgive me?”

You huffed out a sigh and turned around in her arms, gently laying your head against her chest and shutting your eyes. “I guess I can forgive you,” you sleepily murmured.

“Good,” she said quietly, “But I gotta say, your face was priceless.”

“Yelan!”

—

Scaramouche + Handing Out Candy

The sound of kids running through the street and the light wind sifting through the leaves was the only sound filling the air. It was nice, something calming to zone out to. A dazed look was on your face as you smiled at all the kids enjoying the Halloween festivities.

The sound someone spitting something out followed by a “Ugh, that’s fucking disgusting.” was what snapped you out of your trance. Your eyes snapped to your boyfriend who was sitting next to you, a grimace on his face and a candy wrapper now on the floor.

“Did you seriously just eat a piece of the candy? That’s for the kids, Scaramouche!” You exclaimed.

“So? I wanted to try it. Though I shouldn’t have seeing as it tasted like the worst thing I’ve ever eaten in my life,” he countered, ”I mean, seriously, what kids even eat this shit?”

You rolled your eyes at him and snatched the bowl from his hands, “C’mon, can’t you be nice for once? It’s Halloween!”

“Shut up. You taste it then and then you’ll be on my side instead of these creepy little demon children.”

“You just ate the last piece of that candy thou-” you were cut off by Scaramouche placing his lips directly on yours, the flavors of the candy now on your tongue. When he stepped back, he smirked at you, prepared for you to agree with him.

“The candy tastes fine to me,” you paused for a second, a smile pulling at your lips, “Though, maybe it’s just your breath.”

Scaramouche’s smile fell from his face in an instant, “I’ll kill you- hey! Get back here, Y/n!”

—

Ayaka + Full Moon

The first time you met her it was like love at first sight for you. Your hands were all clammy and your heart starting racing. She was your first crush, and you were sure she would be your last. No one could compare to her.

“Wow,” you breathed out in awe as you stared up at the night sky. You had practically whispered it, but Ayaka still heard you. Her eyes followed your line of sight and she gazed up at it too. It was Halloween and there was a full moon, it was perfect.

“You always have loved the moon, haven’t you?” she spoke, voice soft as always. You only nodded, still staring up at it. On the contrary, her eyes drifted back to you. 

She had been walking you out for the night and you were just about to say goodbye. Yet, here you were, still at the Estate standing side by side. Neither of you wanted to leave the other. 

Ayaka’s hand grabbed yours gently, pulling you out of your trance. She knew you loved the moon, how could she not? So, with her mind made up, she interlocked her fingers with yours and pulled you a little closer.

You hadn’t known that she liked you back, but maybe tonight you could. Maybe tonight, Ayaka could finally tell you how she felt.

—

Tighnari + Autumn Rain

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You turned toward Tighnari as you stood up from the forest ground, a confused look on your face, “What’s wrong?”

He nearly rolled his eyes at you, “It’s cloudy out, meaning it’s probably going to rain…again. And that means we have to postpone work for another day. Why does it have to rain so damn much during the fall.”

You held back the urge to laugh, “Are you serious? It’s just rain, it’s not gonna kill your work.”

The forest watcher was about to argue again but was interrupted by a small droplet of water landing on his face. He let out an annoyance laced sigh and began to grab his things. More droplets began to fall and fast — almost as fast as his mood was dropping.

“Archons, c’mon, Y/n, let’s go ba-” Tighnari stopped mid-sentence, his bag would’ve fallen off his shoulder if you hadn’t grabbed it in time. You were about to keep walking when his arm suddenly shot out and pulled you back against him, “You can’t go out there, it’s pouring and you’ll get all of our equipment wet.”

You fought back the flushed feeling you had just gotten and gently removed his arm from in front of you — it was certainly not helping the developing crush you had on him. “It’s just a little autumn rain, Tighnari. We can’t wait under these plants forever. Besides, we literally live in a rainforest.”

“No, we can’t risk ruining our equipment with the water. And I don’t want you getting sick,” he spoke calmly. You nearly felt your heart beat out of your chest.

You carefully took off your backpack and laid it against a rock, Tighnari did the same. As the two of you settled down, Tighnari began to gently smile to himself as he glanced at you. Even though the weather conditions were less than ideal, Tighnari knew it was the perfect time to finally confess his feelings for you.

—

Dehya + Leaves

“Archons, have I ever mentioned how much I hate being in the rainforest?” Dehya grumbled. You giggled in response.

“Only a million times,” you responded. A small smile was still on your face. It was always so comical for you whenever you had the chance to walk through Sumeru City with Dehya. It made her so pouty sometimes. She found it annoying, but you found it rather cute.

Not that she knew that, of course.

The silence between the two of you was comfortable. You had stopped walking as you stopped in front of the door to your house. Dehya hesitantly stopped, her hand dropping from your arm. You brushed over the spot, feeling a little cold now that it was gone.

You giggle softly again and the same frown from earlier returned to Dehya’s face. Your hand reached up to her hair and she leaned back a bit, flustered.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as you walked closer, her eyes widening. Any closer, and your lips could’ve touched.

But you quickly retreated and your hand retracted from her hair. You held something up to her face as you slyly smiled.

“There was a leaf in your hair.”

[jaxieus]

ive written this three times but tumblr keeps messing up and undoing all the writing i did :'(

but i wont let it discourage me! ive got a lot to say about the art i made even though its messy sketches on mspain(t) XD

i had been feeling burnt out and decided to draw comfort characters ( some that ive not drawn in a long time or have acknowledged but never drew before) and the carebears is a franchise thats been with me for so long i made a whole painting for class about it!

i made a list and with utter shock i realized that i basically bacame my owm worts enemy! the list grew so much (and is still growing :')) and i only drew a few characters so far

i know ill render these soon but the others will take a while

(but im really concerned about how im gonna tag this without being obnoxious 🥲)

i have like alot to say about these characters i drew because they mean so much to me and i never really could delve into them at school.

theres more i want to say and its under the cut! :D

so this is gonna get a lil personal but hopefully not too much to the point its boring ,:)

the first character i want to talk about is Ursula. i remember when i was younger being increadibly infatuated with her. i would draw her whenever i could. on chalkboards, the wall, i made paper cut-out of her and digitally drew her on ms paint! she was the first character that a had a desire to be close to in a way. a character albeit evil felt comforting and till this day make me tear up from how beautiful her design is! Ursula was the first female character i felt a strong aesthetic attraction to. (im just kinda a sucker for powerful women)

so i made sure to stay true to her design by keeping her body type and tentacles. basically just switching her hands and head to the carebears design (im still deciding whether or not to keep her hair)

second has to be Rosalina. she really made me accept and realize that i did have an attraction to the same sex ':) i loved playing as her in smash bros, listening/watching her story in galaxy. i never really 'got' the whole thing but reflecting and growing as a person did make me realize that not just fictional men look great but women too!

her design is based on the carebear cousins because the main thing was the mane! you dont really see a bear with a long loc covering its eye so having her different from the others i think gives good variety

third King Candy. oka y i recently feel back inlove with him! mostly because of @/ blackthewolf17's drawings of him!! and that made me rewatch the movie and wow! i remember liking his character a while back but i never really appreciated his as a villain! watching the movie and seeing the art made me remember the discussions i had with my fam about liking him and them not really understanding. (its kinda a running theme with a lot of the characters i like)

i wanted the characters the pop out and look recognizable. i kept the crown and collar. his belly badge is a paper covering his original badge! this one shows the crown and a few bits of candy. (leaning into the fact that he doesnt belong)

next is NME SalesGuy for Four. (such a clever name) this dude is literally a character that i was shocked by his stature! i mean what did i expect? falling for a dude that exudes tall energy but is literally a short king! this dude was there during some cool family times while watching right back at ya!

while looking for references, i found i cb comic and i loved how their legs looked. it wasnt bent like the originals on the cards and i thought they looked really goofy! so i went with that with the design becasue he just doesnt really fit with everyone elses stlye

fifth Rick Sanchez. man, this old man. has been with me through a lot. i saw a poster if the show before it premiered and two years after, i watched it and ive obsessed over him so much i made people watch Rick and Morty so i could talk with them about it. R&M really got me back onto tumblr because it was my entire personality since the show was at its peak and after. (old men tsk tsk) i made OCs Self inserts and played the mobile game. i literally memorized episodes to recite as i went to sleep. and analyzed frames of my fave episode to get better at animation!

i gave Rick clothes because i wanted him to have some flair. iconic elements of him is his tousled hair, coat and alcohol. (hes drinking 'happy juice')

Sixth is Coach Brunt. a girlboss of a villain! she took care of and orphan and made her feel like she was her own! shes determined, strong, fierce, fit, has a great voice, money, and kind. what more could a girl ask for?? this was another character that i had seen while watching CS with the fam. (still havent completed it tho)

i did break the rule and give her a tuft of hair also ':/ but i like her BB i gave her.

its a paw punching a heart (maybe too violent)

Seventh is Johan liebert. i really loved this dude. the series just made me think more about human nature and nurture. i met some cool people becasue of this dude. Johan in a way made me cope with the problems that happened in my life. he really was the character that i also found out i was ace+aro. i just loved drawing him. filling pages of my sketchbook and centering english papers based around him and the lessons i learned from seeing the bad in his character and how people might turnout to be similar and how it can be a problem. (idk if it made sense, but i learned to appreciate humanity more and not be so headstrong and become blinded by my views. but also learning that its good for people to know whats coming for the people that wronged you)

Johans BB is painted on white, so you wouldnt be able to see what he is all about :)

theres is so much already but eighth is Senpai. this Fker is my worst enemy, just like all the characters i drew soo much of this guy that i thought i was gonna go crazy, there was a pang in my chest when the drawings looked like trash. he was the character that made me want to get better at art and engage more with people. i made a fnf OC to be this dudes father. (it was some of the most wholesome thing i ever drew)

Senpai has a more basic design. he also has his identifying elements like the backpack and mic

ninth is Saul. my bbg. it started with the character but sadlt turned into a full obsession over Bob Odenkirk and finding all of his shows and movies that he directed of acted in. thankfully im not deep into it anymore. but when i regularly used instagram, you could see the decent into madness for him. i made animations and really detailed fanart. if Sen got me to draw my fave better, Bob made me attempt to perfect it.

his design sadly is my weakest. i wanted to add some fake hair on him. but im sure you can see that i got lazy. a few weeks ago i made versions of the BRBA&BCS cast as Geronimo Stilton characters and (sad excusee) but i didnt want to put more into the design because i became drained from looking at the growing list D;<

his BB is based on themis :)

tenth is Big Jack Horner. i love this man. i ironically said "he was the hottest character in the movie" on my third watch and man i actually believed it on the way out of the theatre. i wanted to see if anyone liked him like i did and to my surprise people did! this dude has such a great bod, voice, attitude and like many of the characters i like i ask, "is there any proof of death? i dont think so".

i havent drawn him in months and i dont like that i havents so he was the first bear i drew. his BB is a pie but i think ill add his insignia or have him draw on it like Oopsie bear to fit his situation.

like maybe something silly like a frowning face on his BB

im going to put eleven and twelve together because both play a similar role. my two men of science. ive only recently started to like Medic and Scudworth. these two bring such a great jot to me just like all to kooky men i like as well.

sadly, they both look the same, the only thing differentiating them is the glasses. i love their voices and design.

i ahve yet to give Scudsy his own BB tho.

last thing i want to say is why i chose carebears as the main style.

the franchise has been with me since i can even remember or at least before i could comprehend what it was. i remember seeining either oopsie or good luck bear plush at a carnival and i really wanted it but it was closing and i mean it was probably bigger than me so i couldnt get it and it became an obsession of mine! i loved green and a already had a few at home whats one more? so i tried to drop hints at my mom. well as good as a 5-7 yr old could do with drawings.

theres a lot more to say but i might go one for so long it wont fit here!

this was very long and if you read it thank you very much! im glad i got to comfortably speak my mind (well write it) in my own way that did have structure but felt more personal and less embarrassing that my english teacher asking me to write something about myself and my life. or my Art teacher saying i have the freedom to create something but then talk about it with in a time span because im not the only one that has something good to say about their art.

im not sure if all of it was understandable and might've been really unnecessary but im glad either way.

[redd956]

Vivid Detail & Description

Today in class while reading off part of a non-fiction journal I was asked both by a curious student and teacher where I get my vivid description from, and if I had any advise.

I’ve been thinking about the moment all day, since I especially couldn’t get my words out of my mouth properly to want to explain what I wanted. So maybe by adding it to my blog I could instead give someone else some good tips, tricks, or inspo.

A few of my own favorite descriptive sentences pulled from my own writing

I bet Jaxon himself was playing imagery in his head of me tearing Audrey’s place to shreds like a Kaiju in an old movie from the sixties, raring claws and everything. I can’t imagine how wild my eyes instantly looked. (CNF Guilt as Charged)

She made it out of a piece of abandoned towel. It’s vibrant color has long since been bleached by the sun, and the threads are beginning to come apart. Yet Candy holds it tightly against his skinny body (Dwarvish-Gnome Piece 2)

 Light rain turns into violent splatters before we know it. White streaks of lighting fractal across the sky, loud booms of thunder shortly following. Destroyed pieces of a fence stand in front of the yellow field. I quickly climb over their collapsed remains, them sinking deeper into the mud underneath our feet (Usarin’s Chronicles Child Sector)

Here’s things I do (Isn’t guaranteed to work for you, just things I do)

Put yourself in the reader’s shoes

By that I mean pretend you are trying to force someone else to imagine the scene, fantasy world, or characters without them ever being there. Bring attention to things only someone literally in the scene would experience.

Think about what the reader doesn’t know, and paint them a picture so that it’s as if they’re there, detail and all.

Show emotion and story through detail

Don't tell me she is depressed

Try: Her room looks like it hasn't been touched in weeks, yet there's no dust on her bed. The pillowcase to her favorite pillow is still dampened with tears, and she lays next to it drearily staring at the wall.

Don't oversaturate

Break up paragraphs of description and detail with anything and everything. There's more to writing than detail. Frequently those are really good at writing description and utilizing vivid detail lose the charm of their works and writing through oversaturation, where they do not know the stopping limit for description.

Use everything in moderation, which is a great piece of advice for anything and everything, but also applies to writing. This goes for prose, dialogue, jokes, and also description. Practice! And learn what works, what’s too much, and what isn’t.

Professional advise that I like & How To Achieve

Use those five senses!

Sensory details are incredibly helpful in making a scene read vividly. Never forget your five senses, they can make any boring description feel more alive.

Use descriptive words (and the right ones)

This is a much more difficult one to keep up with, but it is often the problem at hand. There are thousands of words in just English alone, but this applies to other languages as well. Although some words are synonyms, each of them are still descriptive in very different ways.

Take for instance:

Cold, Freezing, Icy, Frosted Over, Cool;

The woman felt her fingertips against the cold surface.

The woman felt her fingertips against the icy surface.

The woman felt her fingertips against the cool surface.

These three sentences are using these synonyms, however each of them convey a different tone and idea. One has ice on it, another is cool maybe even nice feeling, while one is simply just cold.

Descriptive words alone are helpful to practice with, because some bring in a lot more imagery.

Less descriptive words are fine, they can work, and this doesn’t just apply to adjectives. I might make my own series of posts for descriptive words.

[seariii]

Orchid, sage, and chamomile!

HIIIII THANK YOUUUU ILY

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

oh thats a difficult one.... home by cavetown probably... musically feels great, the lyrics is touching, and its mv helps it wrap it all up nicely.... it always gives me the chills.... there are other songs that i adore with my whole being, but right now thats the one that came to mind

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

music definetly!!! well... visual stories like videogames or anime make me cry, and that can also be considered art.... but going with traditional meaning of art, music!!! music gives me so many feelings and lets me experiment worlds that otherwise i wouldnt... sometimes music has themes that i would otherwise never get close to, and sometimes music tells you stories without even words... or without really understanding them!!! there was this one time... that a friend was introducing me to bts and made a playlist and i was listening to it with them, and two songs, one i told them i saw a flower floating down a river, and on the other one it felt like hot like the dessert, and funny enough, he said that on the music video the second one does have a dessert and the first one had a beautiful story that had to do with flowers.... i cant remember exactly what all was, but i thought that its impressive that even without understanding any words, that music managed to pass through a message.... i dont know, i love music

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

oh!! another fun one!!! anything!!! you see, one of my love languages is gift giving/receiving. it doesnt mean that im materialist or anything like that, tho.... to me, what matters is the thought. literally, that you thought of me while you were getting/buying/making the drawing, thats what makes it valuable for me.

maybe its a little silly from the outside, but ill use a story that happened. we made a secret santa with some friends, but the person who organized it got it wrong, placed a person twice and didnt put me in the options. so when the day came, i was the last one, and the second person who hadnt given the gift to the repeated person, ended up giving it to me. it was basically the same that i asked for. but..... they didnt think of me when they bought it, it wasnt for me.

thats why... you can give me a flower you found on the side of the road, or an amiibo, or a drawing, or a lollipop from your candy bag, or anything really. because what matters to me is that you thought of me.... i hope that makes sense hahahahaha

[downwiththeficness]

Shadow and Veil-Chapter Nine

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction.  Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his  best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty  well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run  her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life  from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings  for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed.  You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there  are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen  eyes.  This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence,  and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O  dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should  not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to  other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.  

Word Count:~3600

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Eva rummaged through the kitchen pantry, pulling out anything that even remotely looked like a snack and throwing it over her shoulder to land on the island. Having dug around on every shelf and in every drawer, she stood before the mountain of chips, pretzels, cookies, and candy with her brows drawn together.

“This is about as good as its going to get,” she said to herself.

In the cabinet storage beneath the island were all of her platters, bowls, and serving utensils. She tugged a long serving board from the bunch along with several of the less valuable bowls. Quickly, she plated the snacks in what she hoped was an appetizing spread, making little adjustments as she went. Then, she picked up the board by its handles and carefully walked around the corner and down the hall to The Lounge.

Crossing the threshold, Eva took four steps into the room and waited to be acknowledged. The band was sprawled out around the room—the drummer was standing next to the bar talking to Mr. Jimenez, the bass and guitar player were looking at Josh’s (rarely used) stereo, and the singer was sitting on the sofa opposite Eva talking with Josh.

She shifted on her feet, looking to catch her husband’s attention. He was preoccupied with a rather effusively gesticulated story being told by the blonde next to him and it didn’t look like he would notice her any time soon. Her arms were starting to hurt from holding the heavy tray. She didn’t want to drop it, but she also didn’t know if she would be allowed to set it down without Josh’s approval.

Thankfully, the drummer, a man with hair that reached his mid-back, glanced in her direction and hurried to assist.

“Let me take that,” he offered, already halfway to relieving her of the tray.

“Thank you.”

“No,” he replied with a wide smile, “thank you. This looks awesome.”

She returned his smile, “Its no problem, really.”

“You didn’t have to do this,” then, to the room, “Hey! We got grub!”

Conversations stalled as the group dug in. Eva stood near the bar and folded her hands in front of her as she watched them pick out handfuls of what they wanted. There were nods of approval all around, which she tried not to feel too proud about.

The singer spotted her and called out to Eva around a mouthful of marshmallows, “Come sit with us.”

Eva glanced at Josh and, not seeing any censure in his expression, perched beside the blonde on the sofa. She was a beta, smelled like flowers.

“I’m Lizzy.”

“Eva.”

“Josh’s wife, right?”

Eva nodded.

“Thanks for letting us hang out,” Lizzy said, “Your house is huge.”

Startled by the frank assessment, Eva could not keep herself from a nervous laugh, “Thank you.”

“Our place is kind of a shit hole, but its home, you know?”

The drummer made a sound of disapproval, “That shit hole is a nice place, man.”

Lizzy was unconvinced, “There’s rats, Gene.”

“There’s rats everywhere, Lizzy.”

Eva leaned a bit towards Lizzy, “I can confirm that. Rats can get in almost anywhere.”

She learned that lesson the hard way. One of her first hidden stashes of money got eaten up by the little creatures when she didn’t wrap it carefully enough. Now, every bit of her money was stowed away in metal boxes.

“Alright, alright,” Lizzy conceded, “Its not that bad.” She held up a finger, “But, this place is really nice. Josh told me he was a doctor. You must be head honcho somewhere, right?”

Eva hesitated before saying, “I’m the accountant for the family’s pharmaceutical company.”

Lizzy’s eyes widened, “That’s a big deal, right?” Not waiting for Eva’s response, she turned to Josh, “She’s a big deal.”

Her husband was all smiles, “Eva is pivotal to the finances of the company.”

Across the coffee table, Mr. Jimenez had taken a spot next to the drummer. He rested his weight on the arm of the sofa, observing silently. Eva could not meet his gaze, not after what he’d said at dinner. She was too afraid that she would reveal something in any small, shared look. It was a mistake Eva couldn’t afford to make with Josh so close.

“So, you pay her the big bucks,” Lizzy said with a tease in her voice.

Eva brushed her hand over her brow to conceal the wince. Josh didn’t pay her anything. At least, he didn’t pay her anything that could be considered a salary. She got a weekly allowance that covered the occasional wardrobe update and gas for the car Josh let her drive. Everything else was put on the company card where it could be tracked.

“I don’t pay her nearly enough for all the benefits I get. She handles all the boring paperwork so I don’t have to.”

Lizzy case Eva a sly smile, “I bet she’s good at it.”

“The best,” Josh said. He was no longer smiling and there was a tension around his eyes. Eva began a desperate mental search for a way to change the subject.

“Careful,” Mr. Jimenez cut in, “You keep singing her praises and I might be forced to have Eva come work for me.”

She nearly dropped her face into her hand. Did he have to antagonize her husband?

Eyes narrow, Josh’s voice was firm, “She’d have to want to work for you first.”

Mr. Jimenez was undeterred, “Kidnapping, then.”

What the fuck are you doing? Eva thought, hysterical. Having dinner with them, complimenting her, being nice to her, these were all excusable in light of their business partnership. But this was almost a threat—no, this was blatant threat. Open. Honest. Clear as day.

It was some kind of miracle that none of Josh’s new friends seemed to notice the rise in tension between the two men.

Certainly not Lizzy, who asked, “Are you also in the pharmaceutical business?”

Mr. Jimenez shook his head, “I’m in shipping and transportation. But, Dr. Moore and I are working on a project together.”

Lizzy made a soft ‘oh’ of intrigue, “What kind of project?”

“The boring kind,” Josh answered with an air of finality, “Eva, we haven’t offered our guests any drinks.”

That was her cue to become invisible. The conversation had revolved around her enough and it was time for Josh to re-take the spotlight. She stood and walked behind the bar to mix a large batch of cocktails. In her absence, Josh led the group towards another topic. The band, apparently called Stag Nation. Like, stagnation as in standing still, but two words, as the drummer explained. They were working on their first album. According to Lizzy, the studio guy was a real creep, but Jim (the guitarist) set him straight after he made a pass a Lizzy.

Rather than pour individual glasses, Eva stirred up a pitcher full. She set it and enough glasses for everyone on yet another tray and carried it over to the coffee table. As the drinks were poured, the bass player mentioned the stereo sitting along the back wall near the sliding glass doors.

“You don’t have that many albums,” he said, “for such a nice set up.”

“Ah, man,” Lizzy groaned, “Leave him alone.” Then, to Josh, “Marcus is an audiophile. Half his room is records.”

Marcus was almost convincingly offended, “Those are classics.”

“Most of them don’t even play. They’re literally falling apart.”

“That’s because they are classics!”

This went on for a while as the cocktail in the pitcher was slowly drained. Eva got up and made another. The topic still hadn’t changed by the time she returned with the second round, much to the annoyance of everyone but Marcus and Lizzy.

Gene leaned forward and dug around in his back pocket, “If y’all are gonna keep this shit up, I’m gonna need a joint just to listen to it.” He produced a baggie of what was clearly pot and held it up, “You good if we smoke in here, brother?”

Eva looked at Josh with raised brows. He was no stranger to pot, often smoked with Alexei on their nights out—which Myra could absolutely never find out. But, these were strangers, not his best friend.

“As long as you’ll share,” Josh replied.

Apparently, he didn’t care. Eva hid her surprise by taking a drink from her glass. Quick, effective hands rolled the joint and Gene lit it with Jim’s lighter. Puff. Puff. Pass. Around the circle it went. When it got to Eva, she demurred.

Lizzy poked her arm, “C’mon, its not gonna kill you.”

Josh laughed, “It might not kill her, but Eva’s a real bitch when she smokes. Isn’t that right, Eva?”

It was true. Sort of. Eva didn’t mind the high so much, but it made her less careful. Her words, her facial expression, all revealed what she actually thought and felt. She was a bitch when she smoked because she smoked around Josh and Josh always made her feel like a bitch.

“Its better for everyone if I don’t,” Eva said with a tight smile.

Lizzy shrugged and the joint kept going around—until Mr. Jimenez, too, refused. He had work in the morning and needed a clear head. Eva assessed him for sincerity, then looked down at the coffee table where his half empty glass sat. Had he refilled it even once? How many drinks did he have with dinner?

Mr. Jimenez caught her looking and he cocked his head to the side in question. Was she going to call him out? Eva held his stare for a moment, then looked away. She didn’t have the courage.

When the joint was nothing more than a tiny roach, Marcus got up and started up an album. Frank Sinatra crooned through the speakers. Jim razzed Marcus for picking such an old record, but Marcus just said that it was one of his dad’s favorites.

“At least he still talks to his dad,” Lizzy said as she picked up another handful of marshmallows, “I haven’t even seen mine since last Christmas. He’s convinced I’m singing the devil’s music.”

Eva sympathized with Lizzy. Her parents were equally strict about the kind of music she listened to growing up, “Maybe he’ll get used to it.”

Shaking her head, Lizzy began putting the marshmallows onto the tips of pretzels like tiny skewers, “Nah. He kicked me out when I was sixteen. I only go back to see mama. You got family around here?”

Eva flinched, then worked to correct herself. There was no way Lizzy could know the minefield she’d just stepped out into.

Josh, his eyes drooping, laughed, “She hasn’t had family for a couple years, now.”

Lizzy’s mouth opened in confusion as she looked between Eva and Josh. It was clear that she sensed that there was something being said between the lines and that she was looking to walk back the conversation to a safer topic.

Eva took pity on her, “They died in a plane crash.”

Looking over Lizzy’s shoulder, Eva silently asked Josh to leave it alone. They had guests and they didn’t need to know all the dirty secrets of her marriage. Josh’s mouth thinned and he grabbed his glass to drain it.

“I’m so sorry,” Lizzy breathed.

“Its fine,” Eva replied, “It happened a long time ago.” Then, because she needed to get as much distance as she could, “That pitcher’s almost empty. Let me get y’all another.”

Grabbing up the pitcher, Eva stood and put the bar between herself and the rest of the people in the room. Her hands were shaking as she measured out liquor, mixer, and ice. As she worked, Eva viciously swallowed down the need to cry from grief, from guilt. By the time she poured the drink into the pitcher, Eva was almost as numb as she needed to be in order to get through the rest of the night.

Sinatra’s voice faded away, replaced by CCR.

Eva looked up to find Mr. Jimenez approaching the bar, glass in hand. He set it on the bar and leaned on a forearm beside it. There was a softness in his eyes that unsettled her as much as it made her want to press her cheek to his.

“Did you not like the drink?” Eva asked, needing to talk about something completely innocuous.

“Its a little sweet for me.”

She nodded, reflexively reaching over and grabbing a decanter, “Try this. Its got more fire in it, less sweetness.”

He watched her pour, caught the glass as she slid it across the bar at him, and drank. Eva replaced the decanter as she waited for his verdict.

“Better,” he pronounced.

Eva let herself smile in pleasure. She was about to give him the name of the liquor when an excited squeal took the attention of the entire room.

“You guys have a pool!” Lizzy turned and grinned at Josh, “We gotta go swimming. Right now!”

Another excited yell and the sliding door was pulled open so that Lizzy could run out into the back yard towards the in ground pool. Eva looked at Josh, who was already moving around the sofa. He was smiling, which was good. Her shoulders dropped and she released a slow breath.

“Looks like its time to take this outside,” Eva said as she rounded the bar, pitcher in hand.

Mr. Jimenez watched her the whole way, waiting for her to pass him before he followed. Eva felt the weight of his eyes as she cleared the sliding door. An unwilling smile crossed her lips as she watched their guests disrobe and cast their clothes aside, some of them balancing awkwardly on one leg. At the far end of the pool, near the ladder, Josh was shrugging out of his slacks.

“Eva! Come swim with us!”

She shook her head at Lizzy, “Its too cold for me tonight.”

It was not too cold. Though the summer was near its end, the water would still be warm enough to swim for a few more weeks. Eva set the pitcher down near the edge of the pool and moved to sit on one of the lounge chairs. She gathered her skirt around her legs and folded them beneath her.

Movement to her right. Mr. Jimenez sat on the chair next to her.

“You’re not going for a swim?”

“No,” he replied, eyes on the water, “There’s no place to hang my suit. It would wrinkle.���

“God forbid,” she murmured beneath her breath.

“You aren’t swimming.”

Eva rolled her eyes, “There’s no place to hang my dress.”

He laughed and the hair on her arms stood on end. The sound of it made her stomach flip in her belly, made it difficult to breathe. She swallowed hard and focused on Jim who was doing a front flip into the water. A round of rallying cries went up all around, which made her chuckle.

From this distance, they were just a group a friends having a good time—drinking, laughing, getting high. If Eva didn’t let herself look too closely, she could almost believe that this was a normal night in a normal house.

But, only if she didn’t look too close.

And so, Eva looked at the sky.

“I’m sorry to hear about your parents.”

Eva sighed. If she had a dollar for every time that was said to her she wouldn’t have to steal from her husband. She let the silence hang, tugging back the barb on her tongue. It wasn’t his fault. People often felt compelled to acknowledge her grief.

“It happened a long time ago.”

“Years?”

She hummed in confirmation, hoping that the starlight would dry the tears that threatened.

“My mother once told me that grief has no expiration date, that you can’t put it on a schedule. She said grief was how we knew we loved.”

Eva turned to look at him, her face a mask of confusion. How could he say something like that so casually? Mr. Jimenez—Diego—was just…sitting there. Drink in hand. Legs outstretched. On a fucking lounge chair.

“Thank you,” she croaked, meaning it.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, meaning it.

A loud shriek drew her attention to the pool. Josh was lifting Lizzy and throwing her into the water while her band mates cheered him on. Gene dove in after her, waves rippling outwards. Jim, in vengeance for Lizzy, used both arms to slosh water at Josh. New friends playing old childhood games.

“I need a drink,” Eva announced, slapping both hands on her thighs.

She rose and skirted the edge of the pool, hustling towards the house. Inside, she headed for the bar and grabbed a decanter from it, pouring a healthy amount and taking a long pull from the glass. This night wasn’t going at all like it was supposed to. Eva didn’t, exactly, know how it was supposed to go, but it definitely wasn’t this.

From outside, she heard Diego call out to Josh, asking where the bathroom was, followed by Josh’s muffled reply. Eva refilled her glass and capped the decanter, setting it back in its place. Her first step toward the door was more of a stumble, Diego’s body blocking her intended path.

“Its through there,” she pointed towards the hallway, “first door on your right.”

He nodded wordlessly, his eyes focused on her. Eva stood still as he moved forward. His steps were slow enough to give her time to make a decision about what she was going to do, how she was going to react. Even that extended courtesy wasn’t enough.

Eva held onto her roiling emotions by the skin of her teeth. She was unable to move, to think. All she could do was breathe—which only made things worse. Her nose was filled with his scent. It invaded every synapse of her brain, loosening the muscles of her shoulders and neck until she felt as pliable as taffy.

Diego lifted a hand a ran the back of his fingers down the open neckline of her dress. His wrist turned so that he could press his palm over her stomach. The weight of it grounded her against the burn of hormones that rejoiced in the touch. Eva was reduced down to her omega core as it recognized the alpha before her.

Encouraged, Diego stepped closer, the hand on her stomach smoothing around to her side. He leaned down, nose brushing her jaw, and inhaled. The exhale was not much more than a low groan, but it was enough to startle Eva out of her stupor.

“You have to let me go,” she whispered, checking that no one had noticed their absence.

He shook his head, free hand taking her other hip and pulling her closer. She wanted to be closer, wanted to know what it felt like to be pressed against him. Only long held fear and self-preservation could overrule her body.

Palm on his chest, Eva dipped her chin to catch his gaze, “Diego. Let me go.”

The use of his name seemed to bring him back to the present. He blinked rapidly, then stepped back and around her, walking steadily towards the hall. Eva drew in a cleansing breath and forced herself to walk in the opposite direction.

Outside, she took a sharp right and ducked under the raised terrace. Setting her drink down on the concrete, Eva opened a storage box and pulled out several pool noodles and tossed them into the pool.

“So you don’t drown,” she explained with a smile. “I’m going to bed.”

Lizzy pulled one of the noodles down around her hips and sat on it, “Good night! Thanks for letting us come over!”

Eva waved at her, “No problem.”

Bending down, she picked up her glass and walked back inside. She grabbed the tray of half eaten snacks and dumped most of them in kitchen trash can. After setting the bowls in the sink to be cleaned up the next morning, Eva turned off the light. She crossed the hall, one hand on the banister, when the bathroom door opened.

Diego stopped, one foot in the hall, and stared at her. Eva took the moment to memorize his face, the openness of his expression, before she gave a small nod and ascended the staircase. He watched her until she cleared the landing and turned down the upstairs hallway.

In the safety of her room, Eva closed the door and leaned against it. This was getting out of hand. She didn’t know why Diego was inserting himself into her life—no, she knew. Eva knew.

Every omega knew the stories of finding an alpha that was so compatible that staying away was impossible. It started with cartoon princesses and white knights, moved on to angst ridden teen movies, and finally evolved into R-rated thrillers that came out every Fall.

Eva never placed much stock in those kinds of stories, though she heard local gossip now and again about a pair of lovers bonding within weeks of meeting. It never occurred to her to want such a thing or to think it would ever happen to her.

And, here she was, knee deep in it.

“I hate this so much,” she said to the empty room.

It was sort of true. Mostly, it was a lie.

Eva closed her eyes as she remembered the heat of his hands on her. Her nerves still trembled in the places where they touched. She wished she had the courage to kiss him, to take what he so clearly wanted to give her.

She couldn’t let that happen.

She couldn’t.

If Eva kissed him, she knew there would be no turning back. Her whole world would be shattered into bits, revealing a whole new existence where he sat at the center. She wouldn’t be able to hide it from Josh, certainly not from the ever perceptive Alexei. Eva would be caught red handed and there would be no escaping the consequences. Not for her. Not for him.

They would never survive.

[fawns-life]

I really love your OC universe!! I’m making my own & I was wondering how you came up with the names of the places or if you took inspiration from specific places?

Ahh thank you, ^-^ I’m glad you’re interested.

For a few, I took inspiration from reality, either subtle or direct. For example, L.A. exists in my story almost the same way it exists in our world, with minor differences. The Heavens and Hell are also fictionalized, but similar to how they’re normally depicted.

As for places more subtly based on reality, Cupid’s Heaven and CandyCure Hospital are given overly romanticized and ‘sweet’ names despite the dark occurrences that plague these places. I based this on my real life workplace, which has an overly saccharine name despite its dark history.

Other places are works of imagination that I’d come up with in this past decade or so. The City of Petals was conceptualized around twelve years ago, and it’s named after the city’s unique flower shape. The city was historically named Hana (花) for the way the whole city bloomed with flowers in the springtime.

The island which the City of Petals is located is called Niji Kojima (虹小島) which translates roughly to ‘rainbow island’. I simply named it that because it was a cute name.

The Junnihonfuu district (純日本風) was given that name because it perfectly describes it. It’s a part of the city dedicated to traditional Japanese culture and style. Same with Modern色茶屋, it’s named after the historical teahouses that employed SWers.

And as for Winter Snowflake, that was a name for the school that I came up with around a decade ago. I believe the blue in the uniform design was part of the inspiration.

Stargrove church was named that because it seemed fitting. Stars are a common motif among angels in my story, especially because Starberries are abundant in the Heavens and Eden.

As for Eden (which I haven’t made a page for on Toyhouse yet) I named it after the Garden of Eden in the Bible. However, it’s actually an in-between space of the heavens, which is the only part of the heavens that humans can access.

If I had any advice for naming places in your story, I think a mixture of reality and fantasy are good. I mostly try to stick to cute theming unless the name is literal or based on something that already exists.

For example, heaven and hell are already well understood concepts, so keeping the name the same for recognition- while turning the concept on it’s head makes for provoking storytelling. Cute and sweet names are fun for the same reason, because you can include ‘candy’ in the name while having atrocities occur at such a place- it’s both ironic and memorable.

Thank you for the fun question. I hope my answer was helpful in some way. :>

[why-is-james-on-here]

I just finished a shitty Christian fantasy novel. Rant time!

I wish I could start this review with some snarky comment making fun of how awful this book is. I wish I could talk about how it murders the English language on every page or how it made me feel mental anguish on par with physical pain. I can’t though. If Leviathan was the worst book ever, that would be something. Instead this book is… empty. It’s a tale based in Christian mythology, all about the life of Noah when he was a young man, long before God told him to build the Ark so he could escape the Great Flood. It takes place in a world filled with angels, giants, dragons (actually dinosaurs in this world), and at the center of it is a man chosen by God to do great things. Does that sound cool? Well, yeah, I thought so too. There are 2 issues (at least 2 big issues, there’s plenty of small ones) that prevent this book from being… anything. 1: The author believes that all of this is literally true. He genuinely believes that the Earth is only a few thousand years old and dinosaurs lived with humans in Biblical times. That’s hardcore stupid on its own, then you realize it means that R.M. Huffman believes this book is all true. Maybe parts of it are fictional in his mind, but which parts? It’s impossible to say. Imagine if J.R.R. Tolkien wrote The Lord of the Rings under the impression it was real. He wouldn’t be writing it to make interesting characters or a cool world to explore or a story with heart, he’d be writing it with religious reverence. He’d be copying something someone else already made without any new ideas or themes added and expecting everyone else to admire it as much as he does. And if anyone doesn’t admire it, it’s because they hate God and Christians. No need for self-reflection or taking criticism, because this isn’t actually a fantasy novel (in his mind). The issue here is not that the author has different beliefs than me, or even that he’s clumsily pushing them in his book. The issue is that there is nothing here beyond his beliefs, which brings me to the next point. 2: There are maybe 6 events that transpire over the course of more than 400 pages. This isn’t an adventure, or even a series of adventures, it’s just Noah. Noah hanging around at home and basking in everyone talking about how great he is and how he’s destined for great things. Noah going to get help for his town without running into trouble. Noah coming up with brilliant plans to defeat villains such as “If we want to kill the Leviathan we have to break it’s skull open with an ax!” Great plan, mate, no one else could have come up with that. That might be fine if Noah had any personality or interesting things to say/do, he doesn’t though. He’s just the hero because the author made him the hero, and the author made him the hero because the Bible did. There’s a final battle near the end which, to be fair, isn’t half bad. It would be better if the protagonist actually did things instead of just knowing how to win without effort, but y’know, I’ve read worse. The only real entertainment value it has is to remember that the author believes this is all literally true. He’s an insane dipshit who believes humans and dinosaurs lived together, this isn’t a fantasy world for him, its existence is a religious fact, never to be questioned. And if anyone does question it, they must be attacked/silenced. So I can’t even act like this book is the worst thing ever. I want to channel my inner Roger Ebert to roast it until it’s reduced to ashes so I can scatter them on the wind. I can’t though. And even if I could, this book isn’t worth it. There is nothing here, not even anything to mock. I know Christian conservatives would say that dog shit tasted like candy if the dog claimed to love Jesus first, so I expect at least some hate for this negative review. I don’t care though. This book isn’t bad because it’s Christian, it’s bad because it’s bad.

[veeceda]

Proshippers aren't bad and here's why.

The definition of proship is someone who respects other people's ships regardless if they like it or not. You don't need to ship anything to be proship. Pro is a prefix, meaning support. It does not mean problematic.

Does fiction affect reality? Yes, but your brain can tell the difference between fiction and reality. There are a lot of things people like in fiction that disgust them in real life. Imagine playing video games. You hijack someone's car, kill people and mug them, or kill your enemies. But you know it's not real. When you go to the movie theater, you submerge yourself in the story. But when you leave, you know none of it was real. Let's take disney movies for example. It may be an emotional roller coaster, but you know it isn't real. Snow white was 14 but I don't see anyone screaming at disney that fiction affects reality. We all grew up with disney and most of us are fine. When I was 12, I shipped billdip. Back then, it was normal for 12-14 year Olds to ship weird stuff. It never made me believe these things are okay in real life. There is 0 evidence to suggest that if you indulge in proship content you are going to become a monster.

Is it weird or gross? Sure, but it's not bad to be weird.

Can it be used as grooming material? Yes, literally everything can. But you're not going to blame the candy company for grooming and try to ban candy.

"Kids are going to think it's okay in real life"

In my opinion, if you can't tell the difference between fiction and reality you probably shouldn't be on the internet. I can't speak for everyone, but I for one advocate for proper tagging (tagging is useless on Twitter though.) Most proship accounts don't allow people under 18 to follow them. If a kid ignores their dni it isn't their fault. I don't think it's fair to accuse people of being groomers just because you were groomed by a proshipper.

I am using my freedom of creative expression to have fun. Art is one of the healthiest coping mechanisms out there. You tell proshipper to go to therapy but there's literally art therapy.

Nobody has died because of a drawing. If not harming anyone and doing what I like makes me a bad person so be it. You only live once and I may as well live happy.

"It's morally wrong"

This is the same argument homophobes make.

Notice how advocating for art censorship has saver NO ONE?

So it's not hurting anyone, makes people happy, but you hate us because we're freaks. It's the same argument homophobes make.

I've been proship since I was 14. I haven't hurt anyone.

[e-lisard]

A plan for everything

Characters: Near Hallow, Owen Dunn, Alistair Whitaker, Valentine Atwater

Warnings: none

Story: Second Chance At Life

WC: 420

"The stage has been set."

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"There's no way this is going to work," Owen whispers, fingers twitching.

"There's no way what's going to work?" Alistair Whitaker himself asks, looking down at the two teens.

Owen startles, nearly hitting the wall, while Near just hangs his head.

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"It's all up to you now. Don't mess it up."

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An hour later, the head of the Whitaker family is still scolding them in his office, the papers with their plan on his desk.

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"Don't forget your own part."

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"And you even tried to rope the Atwater heir into your plan? Do you really wish to bring shame upon all Schools?" Alistair slams a hand on his desk, making Near flinch.

It takes everything in Owen not to pull Near behind him, protecting him from Alistair, but he can't. Not right now.

"Let me guess. This was all your idea, mister Hatheway?" Alistair approaches Near, quite literally looking down his nose at him.

"What makes you say that, sir?" Near stays calm under the scrutiny, although he has not once looked up from the floor.

"Because of how elaborate it is. It's even accounted for when I am usually away. Such a shame the plan for today was different..."

"Are you saying I am too dumb to make a plan like that, sir?" Owen interjects. He knows he's not the brightest, not the one people usually go to for their plans, but that doesn't mean he's stupid.

The question throws Alistair off, as he hesitates. "So it was you who made this plan? Hm. Perhaps if you did your best in your classes-"

"It wasn't me," Owen interrupts, grinning. "I just thought it was rude of you to immediately assume it wasn't."

...

Again, Owen knows he's not the brightest.

...

That evening, when they're finally free from Alistair, they hole themselves up in their shared room, with the third member of their team.

"I can't believe that actually worked!" Val shakes his head, gesturing at the candy and drinks on the table.

"I can't believe Near came up with such a plan! I would've just tried to sneak out," Owen says, ruffling Near's hair.

"And that's why I am the one making plans. If he actually had gone, we would've had candy with none of us getting caught. Now that he didn't..."

"The two of you needed to be bait," Val finishes, tossing him a coin. "Which makes me lose the bet. I never thought it would work."

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[introverted-ghost]

Hello, how are you doing? :))

Just realized how ~weird~ it is that we have been friends for this long and I do not know your name. I don't mean your real name necessarily, but just some way to call you? Lmao I literally cannot believe I am only now asking this, I feel like a terrible online friend :((

Funny how internet friendships work tho. Like I know you're a half-psychic pisces, and your favorite color is green, and you like The Owl House and The Ninja Turtles and Ninjago, and you have cats and several siblings.....

But I don't have a way to call you.

????

Honestly wtFUCK.

So imma ask you some questions to know you a lil better, if you don't mind.

1. HOW CAN I CALL YOU OMGGGG

2. Favorite candy

3. How was this past week? Anything fun?

4. What kind of books do you like? Not gonna ask favorite book, but just talk to me about books :) you like reading, right? I know you like comics, and reading comics is reading. You can talk to me about comics.

5. What is your favorite fun fact? Can be about anything. I'll tell you mine: a human teeth has 32 calories.

6. YOU HAVE CATS, RIGHT? I HAVE THIS MEMORY THAT YOU SHOWED ME SOME PICTURES OF THEM. RIGHT?? TWO OF THEM. I DIDN'T MADE THAT UP. RIGHT????

7. Do you still wanna be friends after this mess of an ask? Lmao.

Sorry. Currently 2:00 am. I shouldn't be allowed to use internet at this unholy hours.

I’m gonna fucking die I just finished answering this then tumblr crashed and it was gone. Anyways~

1. To be honest I don’t really care what people call me. Most folks call me dryad but I also go by edland, xero, kylan, and rian or anything else really since I don’t super care

2. I don’t think I have a favourite candy so I went to check what was in my stash which was virtually nothing (Imma have to stock up once I get paid) but there was a container of pink lemonade lemonheads (which are pretty good btw)

3. Id probably have to make a whole separate post to cover everything I did but basically we went camping a lot in different places across the province each night (depending on where you’re from that may not seem too impressive but I’ll tell you in messages the size of it compared to Colombia so you get the picture)

4. I like fiction stories, usually fantasy but chill if it’s not. I recently (yesterday) got a book from the library I asked for ages ago (it took extra time since the one they gave me originally was in Chinese so I returned that one and asked for one in english) it’s called journey to the west btw. I know a lot about it and have watched many adaptations of it but it’s nice to be able to read it. Yes I also like comics

These are all the Tmnt comics I have so far

5. I don’t know if this is my favourite fun fact or if I’ve already told you or if you already know since you’re super smart. The Latin words for 7 8 9 10 are septem octo novem decem respectively. You may recognize them as the 9-12 months of the year, which you would be correct. It bothered me that it doesn’t match up but they were named during the Julian calendar which started in April (that’s also how April fools started) so with quick comparing I learnt that it STILL DOESNT MATCH UP :|

6. I do have cats. Three of them though

First there’s Meredith he’s the oldest by a month

Then jingles

Skip ahead 5 or 6 years and you got Maggie (this picture was taken after she was spayed and we had to put her cone on when I wasn’t there to watch, she tried to escape while I was at school but just ended up making things worse for herself)

7. Yes of course I do!

Now you answer them! Well except 5 since you kinda already did. And 6 since it was kinda a me specific question. And 1 since I already know your name. And a modified 7 (do you still want to be my friend after this mess of an answer?)

Also go to sleep 🔫