#i'm so excited to write with you!
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
hopeful-hellion · 1 year ago
Text
@jadesigners continued from here X
Jackie's gaze was fixed on the shelf adjacent, looking for something sweet. They'd been hoping to find carrot cake or cheesecake that day but alas, the bakery had been sold out. So it looks like it was gonna be gummy worms this time. Shrugging to themselves, they pick up the bag and turn....walking right into someone. "Shit!" They manage to slow the fall just enough that they don't land on anything important. "I-I'm okay, thanks." They hop to their feet quickly. "Are you?"
22 notes · View notes
csaladanya · 7 months ago
Note
"you're the nurse." tabitha's approach is direct and to-the-point, obvious; she's not great at small talk and even had to internally debate with herself on approaching for several long-winded minutes before she finally made it to medical. she's a bit awkward, standoffish as she looks at the woman, her eye-contact fleeting.
"how strict are the regulations about medication? as in, do you happen to have something that works for, like, headaches?"
"i am."
anya's own response is unsure, as if questioning herself and her own position upon prompting. she eyes tabitha as she stands in front of her—watching her completely avoid eye contact has anya doing the same, focusing on the cabinets on the wall behind her.
"pony express isn't very generous with their medicine stocks, but i have a limited supply of mid-strength paracetamol. we don't have things like cough medicine—but we do have oxycodone. it's kind of ... all over the place, i guess."
2 notes · View notes
yuuchama · 7 months ago
Text
The easiest way to find Sebek is to walk around the Night Raven campus, going "where's my Sebek?"
It elicits odd stares and plenty of snickers from the other students, but it gets the job done. You'll know when he's nearby. After repeating this phrase enough times and in multiple places around campus, you'll hear a familiar thundering cry.
"I am not your Sebek!"
The shout is eventually followed by the man himself. You can tell what direction he's in by the heavy stomps, thudding against the ground almost as loud as his voice. His frown is as sharp as his furrowed brows. The slight tinge of embarrassment colors his face.
"Human! How dare you..."
The familiar face makes you smile with joy. "There you are! There's my Sebek."
He falters. It's clear he has so much to say, but can't find the right words to get out first. They pile up in his mouth while he stammers. You fear you may have traumatized him until the verbal barrage bursts out like a dam.
"How dare you! You know I serve none other than the great heir to Briar Valley. To even imply that I am yours? A mere human's? Inconceivable! Your absurdity knows no bounds!"
He sounds as energetic as ever. You decide to interrupt the angry monologue before he really gets going.
"Sebek, I wanted to know if we're still having lunch together."
"To insult the very essence of my being! As if you..."
It takes a hot second for your inquiry to reach his ears, but when he catches it, the rambling drifts off. He grows oddly quiet. He balls his hands into fists and unclenches them several times in quick succession, testing the limits of his uniform gloves. This would already have delved into a physical fight if you were any other student.
Despite your inane actions, you're practically harmless. Any great guard should easily be able to ignore petty taunts. It's best to consider this a test. Sebek clears his throat.
"Of course we are. You didn't have to come find me just for that. I always keep my word." The redness of his ear tips peeking out from under his hair remind you of a Christmas tree.
"Great! Can't wait."
You stick out your hand for a parting high five. Sebek subverts expectations by grabbing your palm. His gloves are warm and a little sweaty after rushing to find you, and his grip is anything but soft in a boyish display of dominance.
"Do not do this again," he says. He's stern, but after that warning his voice drops to a normal level and he sounds almost gentle. "Just... text me, like a normal person. You have my number."
3K notes · View notes
wardingshout · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Travelling for Day 4 of SpeSilverWeek! going to Mt. Silver to visit "the extended family"...
3K notes · View notes
hazelnootnut · 10 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
ACT 2 "You're... me?" "That's right, stardust!"
You know I've been drawing Loop as their Siffrin form so much that it's got me thinking. I've read and seen so many fics and artworks of Loop eventually getting back to looking like their old self, but I don't think I've seen any so far of Loop already being a mirror copy of Siffrin. So uh, yoink?
ISAT AU where the game plays out the same way (plot-wise at least) but Loop looks like Siffrin the whole time and while Siffrin is extremely perplexed that there's another him, he's still gotta accept their help because how else are they supposed to escape the loops? Good ol' Loop is here to help, helpful friendly Loop!
Siffrin is going through it still but Differently.
Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
verridaiya · 4 months ago
Text
—Dream Blooms
"I've seen you there, before."
Tumblr media
This fic was born from watching Sylus's Abyssal Blossom card and watching my heart break into a million pieces. It hurt, but then I realized you know who hasn't been hurt by it? Sylus.
Based on the prevailing theory/my headcannons that the Abyssal Blossom card was just a dream, brought on by MC's yearning for a normal, quiet life after the events of Beyond Cloudfall chapter 7.
Synopsis: Sylus invites himself over to take care of you while you're sick. You tell him about a pleasant dream of yours and proceed to break his heart. (Or, you dream of something you've dreamt before, and Sylus hears about it for the first time.)
Contains: Spoilers for Sylus's Beyond Cloudfall myth and the Abyssal Blossom card, Sylus x MC/reader, gender neutral MC/reader, angst/hurt (the comfort will come later), current timeline Sylus & MC
Word Count: 1.7k
start | Part 2 >
Tumblr media
“I had a strange dream again.”
“Another one, sweetheart?”
Sylus’s voice is a soft murmur above you. You open your blurry eyes to a darkened room and a pleasantly warm body under you, wrapped around you. Your head feels as hazy as the moonlight filtering in from the cloudy night sky through the window. Half-awake and half asleep, you can still feel the sensations of your dream like phantom memories. You hum an affirmation, shaking off the vestiges of a medicine-induced sleepiness.
You’re not quite sure how you found yourself in this position: sprawled out on your couch, nestled between a warm blanket and an even warmer Sylus, breathing in the scent of him through your admittedly stuffy nose. The last thing you remember was you laying collapsed on your bed, trying to convince yourself that you’re not sick, you’re just tired from a long week at the Hunter’s Association, and to muster up the energy to find something to eat. And then, suddenly, there was Sylus, filling your doorway as he had filled every part of your life, your thoughts, and now your dreams.
You’ve been having more of those recently, ever since you absorbed the power of another Aether Core almost a year ago. Reality intertwining with illusions, the people in your life woven intricately into a tapestry of dreams. Fragments of memories, glimpses of things that could never be, or never was. Flashing scales underneath glistening waves. Zayne, in a flowing robe you’ve never seen on him before, but looked so right on him. A silent forest, illuminated by starlight. You would wake up yearning for something just out of reach, hands outstretched to capture the essence of something that slips, incorporeal, through your fingers.
This dream was gentle, though. And this time, your hands didn’t need to reach far to grasp the heart of your dreams.
“You were in it this time, Sylus.”
“Oh?” he says, sounding intrigued. “Do tell, kitten.”
You hear him place something on the coffee table—his phone, probably—his attention shifting solely to you. He carefully moves to his side, extricating himself from under you, a large hand propping his head up so he can fully face you.
The soft moonlight illuminates on his face, throwing it into relief. Silvery hair threaded with shadow, a pale complexion half shrouded in darkness, eyes like banked hearths warming you with its glow. Through the haze of your fever, you can almost envision what you saw in your dream. You lift a hand pat his soft hair, as if searching for something that wasn’t there, before trailing your fingers down the side of his face.
“You had something on your head.” No, not exactly on his head. You can’t quite remember. The you in the dream was certain that the something was more a part of him than anything else. You frown slightly. The more you strain to remember the details of it, the more awake you became, and the more it danced out of your grasp. “Something sharp and twisting. Rough. It was beautiful, though. You were beautiful.”
Sylus stares at you with wide eyes you couldn’t decipher in your current state. There’s a spark of something foreign in his eyes.
“And?” he urges on, his deep voice uncharacteristically eager to your ears. He reaches to grab the hand that was holding his face, pressing it gently to him. His thumb rubs against the back of it in small soothing motions. “Can you tell me more about this dream of yours, kitten?”
You grasp at the cotton inside your head, stuffy from sleep and sickness. It takes so much effort, to tease apart the strands and find the wisps of fading dreams. It doesn’t help that you were also fighting off the drowsiness. You try, though, to give him what he’s asking for, as he always does for you.
“We were standing in a lovely field of flowers. They were breathtaking, Sylus. Such a vivid, dazzling red. There was a black spire in the distance, I think.” The spire had stood tucked away in the backdrop of rolling hills, but it was a small detail your mind was stuck on for some reason.
Thinking about that spire again, your mind can almost conjure a clear image of your dream. A lingering feeling of déjà vu washes over you, settling heavy on your chest. You’ve dreamt this before; you feel this with every bone in your body as an unshakeable fact. You’ve seen this obsidian spire before, this sprawling flower field. You know with startling certainty that you’ve had this exact dream before. But when you try to recall when, the feeling dissipates and leaves behind only a phantom sensation and an absence in your memory you cannot comprehend.
Sylus watches as you shake away the remnants of déjà vu. Your brow furrows. You’ve come to be accustomed to his intense stares through the months you’ve known him, but this one was… strange. It was as if he was trying to look deep into the fabric of your soul, even without the use of the Aether Core in his eye. His face remains a blank and indecipherable mask, leaving you with no indication of what he’s thinking of. You wanted to know what was going on in that unfathomable mind of his.
Longing. Trepidation. Yearning, a yearning that aches and makes you want to answer its call. You become distantly aware of emotions trickling into you that weren’t your own. You didn’t realize you were resonating with Sylus until he severed it, the hand holding yours shifting to catch your wrist instead. He leans down to brush his soft lips against it before letting your hand rest gently on your stomach.
“How about you recover from your fever first before you use your evol, sweetie.” He laughs softly, the red-gold brilliance of your evols intertwined fading from your hands.
“Oh, sorry.”
His presence in your mind and by your side was so natural that you weren’t even aware of when you began resonating with him. It seemed like your body responded to your desires even while your mind lagged behind. That brief glimpse into him enabled you to decipher that emotion in his eyes, though you struggle to make sense of it.
It was hope.
“Never apologize to me. What else do you remember?” he asks quietly, before you can puzzle over it further.
You close your eyes, willing the memories of the fleeing dream forward. The golden light of a setting sun. The crisp cold of mountainous air. The feeling of being the only two creatures in the world. And, inexplicably, the feeling of home.
“We were up in the air flying, somehow, before we landed in that blossoming valley. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. I felt like I was in a whole other world. When I turned around to look at you, I saw you sitting there amongst the flowers. Red, like shining rubies. Red like-” you pause, the words at the tip of your tongue. A silhouette appears in your mind’s eye, before it sinks back into the void.
“Red, like rich wine,” you finish, though you know that’s not what you had wanted to say.
When he said nothing, you continued on. “I decorated you with those flowers. We were so carefree, unworried and relaxed. It was just us, no one else, in the valley that was our playground. I think I was teasing you, or maybe you were teasing me. You said something about seeing the other side of things, something taunting. We ended up play-fighting, rolling around and sending petals up in the air.”
You smile, the warmth of the dream enveloping you.
“It felt so real.” You wanted it to be real, this lovely lush field and this gorgeous, monstrous Sylus.
Monstrous?
Startled out of your reverie, you blink open your eyes. No, there is nothing monstrous about Sylus. Not anymore, not since those first few nights that you’ve met him so long ago. Shaking your head slightly to dispel the thought, you turn your head to glance at him, realizing he hasn’t spoken in a while.
His eyes are closed, brows furrowed and drawn tightly together. You’ve seen this expression on his face before, briefly, when he struggles to heal a particularly nasty wound. His body is so tense when you reach out to him, muscles taut and rigid beneath your fingers. You’re not quite sure he’s even breathing.
“Sylus?”
At your prompting, Sylus sucks in a breath through his teeth and exhales. He opens his eyes and your breath catches. Rich garnet eyes glow in the darkness, twin wine-dark seas drowning in sorrow, regret. Agony.
It is so at odds to the sweetness of your recounted dream that alarm shot through you, temporarily driving away the sleepiness. Seeing the pain in his eyes unsettled you; it didn’t belong on his face at all. Your sluggish brain tries to make sense of what you could have said to have garnered this reaction. Did you say something wrong? Your chest tightens at the thought of hurting him with your words, somehow. You begin to prop yourself up.
Sylus stops you with one gentle hand, pushing you to lay back down. He silently regards you, the silence between you stretching into something delicate.
There are so many things you want to say, to ask and to comfort. Sylus was never one to let his emotions show as openly as they are right now. You want to ask what was wrong, take back your silly little story if all it gave him was pain, even if you didn’t understand why.
But through the jumble of your fever, all that came out of your tired mouth was, “It was just a dream, Sylus.”
He quietly watches you for a few breaths longer. Slowly, he lifts a hand to gently caresses your cheek, holding you as if you were something as fragile as a memory. Leaning down, he brushes his lips against your forehead, soft as a butterfly’s wings, as the petals of a phantom flower.
“You’re right,” he says, with a grief you cannot fathom.
“It was just a dream, sweetheart.” His voice is barely a whisper. “It can be nothing more than a dream.”
574 notes · View notes
veevil · 3 months ago
Text
FALLOUT CHERIK AU!!
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Since the fish fic is about to be finished, I started working on another cherik AU with the help of the christian minecraft server and got to smash my special interest together with my current hyperfixation!
Charles is a pre-war vault dweller who gets defrosted into the wasteland with no idea on what is going on and Erik is a mercenary, griefing his late wife and children.
Charles slowly loses his spark and faith in humanity after experiencing The Horrors and Erik finds something worth living for and learns how to love again.
The whole AU is basically just the I can fix him/I can make him worse meme.
306 notes · View notes
Text
i'm unwell!!! because in stede's eyes, ned low was right!! ned says "he [ed] only likes you because of your bumbling amateur status" and calls stede blackbeard's "pet" just like izzy did in series 1
so stede steps up as a captain, kills the man who harmed his crew, and suddenly, for once in stede's life, he isn't a joke! the gentleman pirate is taken seriously and welcomed into the pirate community!
and what happens less than 24 hours later? ed calls their night together a mistake, AND LEAVES.
yes, obviously the situation is more nuanced, and these old men are once again struggling to communicate, but i 100% understand why stede went a bit of the rails at the end of episode 7. stede's been so focused on trying to help ed, that he's completely ignored his own ongoing identity crisis and trauma, and after the incident at the academy in series 1, this meltdown was long overdue.
3K notes · View notes
naffeclipse · 5 months ago
Text
O' Medusa
Gorgon!Eclipse x Reader
The wrath of the divine hunts for your blood and flesh. You flee into the darkness, carrying a bitter wound. A goddess blesses you with a gift and a protector, and a minor deity guides you to your new refuge: a long abandoned temple with a mysterious figure dwelling inside. Your prayers are answered by a chorus of snakes.
Word Count: ~10,900 Warnings: Blood, violence, injury, fear, anxiety, and nightmares
A/N: Hi, hello! I'm so very eager to introduce my new fic! I love the inherent tragedy of lots of Greek Mythology and while this is heavily inspired by the culture/period, it will not be entirely one-to-one with actual Greek Mythology lore. I play around with established FNAF characters and insert them into the story as I see fit. Very few will use their actual names so I apologize if that's disconcerting. However, I hope you have fun figuring out who is who!
The subject matter within this fic will contain darker themes, and I am warning you now to consider the tags carefully before reading.
249 notes · View notes
mischievous-thunder · 5 months ago
Text
Wade: If I were an octopus, I'd have slapped 8 people at once.
Logan: if I were an octopus, I'd just select one person and slap them with 8 times the force.
Wade: *Stares at Logan with adoration and sheer excitement*
343 notes · View notes
seokminfilm · 3 months ago
Text
cutie 🧸 lee seokmin
Tumblr media Tumblr media
🧸 pairing, lee seokmin x reader
🧸 warnings, non-idol au, very short, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, seokmin calls reader lovie (new seokmin pet name unlocked??), skinship (face touching & hair playing), lots of kisses and giggles, whiny seokmin (the crowd cries and screams)
🧸 summary, if you had to make a list of the cutest things, your touch-starved, whiny boyfriend would be number one on that list.
🧸 author's note, missing seokmin hours are so bad right now so i need to write something 😭 hopefully this fic will ease me back into writing for seokmin cause I've been having writer's block for him lately and it's not fun 💔 praying that i can finally write dawn's seokmin college au fic this weekend!!
🧸 now playing, sherbet lobby (nicopatty, bxnji)
🧸 word count, 521 | for @kstrucknet
Tumblr media
you find yourself lounging on the couch on a lazy saturday afternoon, home before your boyfriend as you wait for his arrival. he had gone to lunch with some of his college friends and was on his way home as he had just texted you about 15 minutes ago.
the sound of keys jingling the front door's lock pulls your attention away from your phone, and you smile as the door cracks open, revealing your brown-eyed boyfriend in the cutest sweater you think you've ever seen him wear.
"welcome home, seokkie." you smile softly, throwing your phone somewhere on the couch as you stand up, approaching your boyfriend.
"hi lovie," seokmin's usual sparkling eyes are slightly tired, and he makes his way over to you after dropping his leftover food on the countertop, body falling on top of you as his head lands in your lap. he's still upbeat, his smile beaming as you kiss his forehead, but he seems slower and ready to nap.
"how was lunch? you look sleepy," you tease, tapping the end of seokmin's sharp nose as he giggles. his smile lines appear when he chuckles, and you kiss the dimple on his cheek, fingers already combing through his hair as he sighs in pleasure.
"it was good, really yummy. i missed you so bad though─needed you so bad, lovie," seokmin mumbles, large hand on your bare thigh as he nuzzles his face into your legs. you giggle at his warm breath on your skin, hands still running through his styled hair.
"did you now?" you ask teasingly, and seokmin nods, a little whine escaping his lips as he kisses your bare thighs. giggling, you softly take seokmin's chin in your hand, turning him to look up at you as you trace his jawline.
seokmin's quickly falling into whatever slow spell you're putting on him, blinking becoming slower as he smiles up at you softly.
"you're such a cutie," you brush seokmin's bangs back from his face, and seokmin shakes his head, sighing as his warm cheek tickles your bare skin. his cheeks are slowly turning a light red, and even the tips of his ears perk up, shyness written all over his face as he giggles nervously, covering his face.
"stop, lovie." seokmin's low voice has a whine to it, and you're already on a teasing streak, unable to stop. your hands are all over seokmin's features, tracing his nose, eyebrows, and lips as if you're trying to memorize his beautiful features.
"sorry, minnie. i'll leave you alone," you nod, and seokmin shuts his eyes, peeking out of one a few seconds later as he clears his throat.
"you don't actually have to stop." seokmin mumbles, and you kiss his lips again, softly breathing against him as you pull away, a warm smile on your face as you continue to card your fingers through his dark hair.
"god, you're so, so cute, minnie. i don't know how you do it," you whisper, and seokmin chuckles lowly, finally falling quiet and letting you do your thing, treating him with care and affection the rest of the afternoon.
233 notes · View notes
keferon · 3 months ago
Note
Getting lost (part 2/?)!!
-----------------------------------------
The humans were really weird today, they had treated him to a meal in addition to the frozen fish he got every day, and he had done nothing! His pool was closed to the public, which only happened when he had a medical appointment and he hated them. The feeling of apprehension clouded his thoughts, it steamed in his belly, resonated in his heart before intruding into his flesh and bones, filling his being with a tugging, a curious desire to search, to understand. With this thick cloud blocking his little world of thoughts and the many staff members circling around his waters, he only wanted one thing: answers.
He would have asked, he COULD have asked, but humans didn't like that. He often tried to talk to them, but the more words came out of his mouth, when his language went beyond simple things like "eat" and "hello", their gaze withered, in the same way that an overwatered flower would have done. The truth brushed the veil of their thoughts before being quickly rejected for coos of joy and excitement at the new words that the orca had learned. And they couldn't really hear him anyway, people he recognized as veterinarians thanks to their green outfits were standing behind the glass of his indoor aquarium and not on the platform they normally used above the water. It felt more like a check-up than a real intervention and he thanked all the deities he knew for that! But no verbal interaction for him.
That still didn't explain why his part of the aquarium was closed. The keepers liked to do their check-ups in public, and honestly it, reassured him not to be alone during them. Being alone made him feel empty, there was nothing to do, nothing to say....just him and himself. He loathed when his body became numb from inactivity, when even his emotions mixed in the melancholy of his thoughts to become nothing but noise without purpose or words. He knew that the more the days passed, the more the little world he tried to keep in a corner of his head crumbled and that one day it would end up collapsing. That day, he will have gotten lost deep enough to never get out again, and there are days when he wonders if he would do better to swim faster to the bottom, to stop the internal bomb that was sleeping inside him, to let the ticking of the clock stop for good and to finally be at peace.
Little taps on the surface brought him out of thoughts he didn't want to have, that he tried as best he could to hide. It was his signal, maybe everything wasn't completely different today? Without hesitation he gave a simple tail swipe that propelled him without any real force towards the air. It was much too hot for his taste, one of the big disadvantages of summer, which made him think that they hadn't provided him with any enrichment with ice recently, maybe they didn't have enough for the whole park? His gaze fell on his regular keeper, Brice, who gave him a gentle pat on the top of his head between his ears.
"Hi buddy"
He cooed before throwing him a fish from a basin placed next to him. Jazz caught it on the fly, creating waves under his weight that soaked the keeper from head to toe, making him laugh. He liked to make people laugh, he was good at it, and he knew that the more he did it, the more humans would come and the less alone he would be. While eating his meal (they were really generous today), he saw Brice talking to the veterinarians who had been behind the window a few moments earlier but also to other people he didn't recognize, inspectors perhaps? In any case, their conversation was clear, even if the humans, as usual, didn't suspect that he was listening.
"Are we sure that the procedure is possible?
- One hundred percent, Jazz is completely docile and has no wounds that could be infected by a mystery disease from the other.
- The new mer is clearly not docile, he has been trying to escape since he woke up. I recommend a gentle approach, a quick first contact so that they assimilate each other."
The orca's ears perked up and his food froze in his throat. A new mer? Here?? He seemed to pause in his rapid descent into the heart of his mind, a pause in the chaos as the numbers of the bomb stopped decreasing, all to listen, to confirm the growing feeling in his chest. Hope? Fear? Stress or just pure denial that something like this could happen? In his head, a new melody began to write itself.
-----------------------------------------
-🦇🐧
Part 2 is less poetic, I didn't have the strenght for it🥲 hope you still like it!
OOOOOOOOOAAAHHHHH I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT SO MUCH DKLDNFKELNDHFKF
Tumblr media
218 notes · View notes
burningcheese-merchant · 11 days ago
Note
Can you write more about Golden Cheese and Herald of Change Au, I've been starving for more, please 🙏
It's really funny that you ask this now, because I've actually been working on the prologue/first chapter of this AU recently and am hoping to finish the draft this weekend, and then post the chapter soon after 👀 your timing is impeccable haha
I'll give you a few crumbs because I don't want to spoil anything important even though I really want to waaaaahhhhhh
Past Burning Spice (or Herald of Change) calls Golden Cheese "little dove" as opposed to just "little bird". There's a reason for it, but I won't say what it is yet. You'll see why in the story
Past Burning Spice/Herald of Change is actually seen as quite the heartthrob. Incredibly handsome and thrice as strong. Intelligent and jovial. Selfless, heroic, larger than life. A god amongst men in more ways than one. But he hardly ever notices anyone's attention/affection, and when he does, he always turns them down; he's not interested in romance. Doesn't really see the point. Seems kind of fanciful, honestly. Hunting and fighting are more fun. Or... that's how he thought of it, before his little dove appeared. Now he suddenly sees what the fuss is about...
I cannot stress how absolutely, unequivocally jarring it is for Golden Cheese to see Burning Spice like this. She only knew him as a bloodthirsty monster. Now he's a warm, kind leader and guide, loved and worshiped by all. Whiplash doesn't begin to cover it. Never mind that he keeps... smiling at her. And going out of his way to talk to her and spend time with her. And... ugh, is he flirting with her? What is going on? The audacity! In both the past AND the future! Some things never change, it seems
Golden Cheese gets encouraged to give Past Spice/Herald a chance, more than once, by... someone or another. I won't say who
Past Spice/Herald seeks romantic advice from... someone or another, won't say who. It really goes to show how badly he wishes to win her over, though
He's quite touchy-feely, especially with her (she doesn't like it but he's persistent). Something you'll see him do in particular is cup her chin and run/brush his thumb over her lips. A simple gesture that's meant to be sweet and adoring (and becomes extremely important later on in the story, trust me. No I will not explain)
They do go on at least one (1) date. No, you do not get to know what happens. Buuuuut I'll say that it's not perfect. (But it goes better than one would expect)
She does... warm up to him. Slowly. Accidentally. No, she isn't happy about it... at least for a while. Who would've thought his charms would actually work on her...
Timekeeper is having a fucking blast watching all of this go on, this is her new favorite soap opera, she is SO glad she made this decision, she can worry about the massive consequences later
118 notes · View notes
science-lings · 1 year ago
Text
God, I love it when people who clearly have personal experience or expert knowledge on certain things write obscure AUs that incorporate those things so hyperspecifically that I feel like I'm learning something.
I love nurses who write hospital AUs that have accurate medical knowledge just thrown in there because they went to medical school and when people who clearly had a phase where they obsessed over a certain time period write an AU set in that time period or location it's just so fun.
Tell me about the 1950s Chicago culture and history and how the characters are interracial and how that affects their life, I love when the money is accurately converted and the personal histories of the characters are thoughtfully woven to incorporate the new setting they're put in, I love it when people care so much about making something and use their own expertise to aide them.
586 notes · View notes
maaxverstappen · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
help me hold onto you | T | 9/13
f1driver!max and streamer!charles
The man—Charles, Max assumes—sounds French. He loves that. He should be used to a French accent, he was forced to converse with Pierre often enough, but it sounds different coming from Charles. More melodic. Almost similar to someone he used to know once. “And that made me think,” Charles says, voice bellowing from Max’s speakers. “That it was stupid that we didn't have carrots before. Like, come on, it's a farming game.” Max has no fucking idea what the hell he is on about.
or: Max is lonely and finds Charles streaming on Twitch.
based on this prompt sent to @f1prompts
503 notes · View notes
gennyrthewriter · 8 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
After TWO YEARS, the sequel to The Backwater is finally out!
Check out These Other Coasts on Amazon!
(Or, as always, hit me up for a PDF. It's MY book I'll distribute it how I WANT!)
If you like colonial-era inspired low-ish fantasy with political intrigue, moral ambiguity, and a whole cast of queer characters, give it a chance!
263 notes · View notes