#i'm looking forward to this y'all

[aparticularbandit]

also finished the outline, and it does look like thirty-five chapters + prologue (already posted) + epilogue.

i'm in chapter thirty-three, so i have. 33-35 + epilogue left.

...and the five remnants chapters i haven't written yet, but i think i'm going to try and write those in one swoop probably next week? i have a general idea what those maintain, and i don't expect izuru to show up until maybe the second fic (i haven't decided yet because i want to see him in dr3 before i decide what to do with him).

so nine chapters total left to write.

chapters are usually 2-3k.

that's another 18-27k.

except that the first remnants chapter is relatively short in comparison with the other chapters and i expect the others to follow suit - so those should be between 1-2k. so that's 5-10k + 8-12k.

except again that the prologue was shorter, too, and i suspect the epilogue will follow that, too, so i'd put that one closer to 1-2k and not quite 3k.

which is 6-12k + 6-9k. so 12-21k. roughly.

right now i'm at a little over 67k, which means 79k at the lowest end (i'd round up for 80k) and 94k at the highest end (and i'd round up for 95k).

so this thing will likely end up anywhere from 80k-95k.

and there's a second fic.

i'm tired. XD

[abd-illustrates]

☃️ Eira ☃️

Finished art from this week's video! It was really nice to draw my ice boi again, but even nicer to see him (and the video itself) getting such a warm reception from y’all in the comments - thank y’all so much for the lovely energy 💖

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[mobius-m-mobius]

#brb telling detective Aziraphale everything I know

[pushing500]

Well... I'm sure you did your best, Kwahu. Perhaps we'll find an artistic skilltrainer or something sometime and see if you can do a better one, but it'll do for now.

Before we recruit our lovebird prisoners, we have to convert them to see the truth of our ways. Ivy is a remarkably good socialiser, so she's on prison wardening duty. She's doing amazing!!

We usually feed our dead to the harbinger trees, so we don't have too many corpses lying around for this death pall to raise, but nobody likes choking on this smog while it's around. Everyone is annoyed about it (except Alistair who has never complained about anything because he's perfect)

Oh, hell...

What can we say except... welcome to the family!

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[sorryimananti-romantic]

The Leaders | chapter 6 teaser

“Oh, dear,” Seonghwa pulled you closer, prompting you to settle on your knees instead of keeping them upright as a barrier between you two. “Tell me you said something he deserved to hear.”

“I did,” you sniffed. “I told him not to come after me or mine ever again unless he wants to start a war he can never win.”

A smirk creeped up the underboss’ lips, sending a stirring of nerves to your stomach. “Me or mine, huh?”

“I had to say something–”

“You did well,” Seonghwa said, cupping your face and wiping your eyes, nodding in acknowledgement. “You did so well, love. And I’m glad you stayed strong. You don’t ever have to break in front of your father anymore. You can break in front of me, in front of any of us but– never him.”

You looked at Seonghwa, truly looked at him. His eyes glinted with a million unsaid things, but even in the dim light of the lamp, you could tell that they held admiration and something like pride. Something you always wished to see in someone’s eyes when they looked at you.

“Why do you cry, love?” He asked, wiping the tears that threatened to roll down your cheeks. You didn’t even realise that you were crying silently now.

“I don’t know,” you told him. “Seonghwa– can I really break in front of you?”

Something unreadable flickered across Seonghwa’s face. “You can. With me, or Hongjoong, or any of us, you can be yourself. We’re here– I’m here for you. You never have to feel alone again.”

You tightened your lips, stifling a sob. Seonghwa only smiled, scooting closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. You let out a shaky breath and then went still as he kissed your cheek. 

“Won’t you look at me?”

The deep timbre of his voice sounded inside your skull. You kept your eyes shut and he wiped the remnants of the tears away from your lashes before kissing both your eyelids, his soft lips like feathers of an angel's wing shielding you from everything that hurt you. Your hands tangled in his shirt as he continued to pepper light kisses all over your face, the sound of his breath making your heart flutter uncontrollably. However, he stopped right when he kissed near your mouth, his hands almost shaking as he cradled your jaw and pulled back to gauge your reaction.

“Look at me.”

“I’m scared,” you opened your eyes and your gaze stuck on his plump lips. “I don’t understand why you all want me. I don’t understand why we’re here, like this.”

He only smiled in answer. “Is it too much?”

“That’s the thing,” you scoffed in disbelief. “I don’t think it is.”

[kipskiptrip]

[croquettish]

stardew memes (3/?)

[viperwhispered]

Too Little

Part three of Jamil (not) dealing with feels here we go. Jamil x reader, Jamil’s pov Previous parts: part one, part two

This was stupid.

Here he was, rolling around in bed, unable to sleep because thoughts of you filled his mind.

It had been futile of Jamil to think that he could simply brush your presence aside, that he could treat you like just another schoolmate and not let you consume his mind. 

Not when every quiet moment had him reach for his phone in hopes of a new message from you.

Not when you kept on finding new ways to make his heart skip a beat every time he saw you.

Not when he missed you more acutely every time you weren’t there.

So, despite his best efforts, his mind treaded those same paths, time and again, occupied by all the parts of you. Your expressions, your mannerisms, your words, every single detail committed to his memory and played over and over.

He suspected that at this point he’d be able to recreate most of your expressions just from memory. Your voice, too, playing so clearly in his mind.

Not to even mention those oh so tantalizing what ifs, supplying him with even sweeter temptations than the confines of reality and memory could provide.

What it would feel like to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to-

No. No no no. He would not go there.

Jamil could feel the heat burning in his cheeks and he rolled over, groaning into his pillow.

This was ridiculous. Absolutely preposterous.

Yet, there was no getting out of it.

He wanted you.

He wanted more of you, so much more than what he had.

Because each taste of you left him craving more, each glimpse made him want to uncover everything there was to you.

Even the parts you might consider ugly, as sappy as that was.

What kind of people did you like, anyway?

Charming? Intelligent? Funny?

Rich and influential? 

Did you even like guys? Or relationships in general?

Just the thought - relationship - made Jamil's cheeks burn even brighter, made his legs twitch under the covers.

Yet, somehow, it did not sound so bad.

To have you.

To be yours.

To know and be known.

He huffed and turned over onto his back.

As if his duties left room for something for himself, left enough of him to share with someone like that.

And would you like what you saw in him, anyway?

Yet, his excuses were beginning to sound more and more hollow.

After all, he was nothing if not resourceful, and so far you’d shown no signs of shying away, even as you dug your way deeper.

Jamil stared at the canopy over his bed with unseeing eyes.

He’d have to do something about this.

Because if he didn’t, he might just lose his mind.

But was the alternative any better? Could he even handle it? The full force of you, if - and it was a big if - you were to accept him.

Even now, when you looked at him in that particular way of yours… He never could hold your eyes for long when that happened. The softness and the warmth he saw were far too overwhelming, always forcing him to turn away lest he made a complete fool of himself.

If he were to have that, with the full force of affection intention behind it… How could he even bear it?

Like the other day… You’d found Jamil in the middle of his chores and dragged him away, his to-do list crumbling when you grabbed his hand and led him outside.

He was all too aware of how his protests had been half-hearted at best. How your sudden appearance, your touch had shut down every sensible part of him, leaving him unpleasantly raw.

And by the time he’d gathered himself, nearly convinced himself he had other things he should be doing instead, you were sharing ice creams outside Sam’s, to celebrate the first warm day of the year.

As if it wasn’t warm in Scarabia year round.

As if he hadn’t been too preoccupied by your happiness and enthusiasm to bring himself to heel.

Sometimes, it was all he could do not to be swept away by you, barely keeping his head above the surface.

So, what choice did he have but to act?

You’d made a home in his heart already, whether he asked for it or not.

All he could do was take control of what he could.

Eta: you can find part 4 here and part 5 / the final part here. Oh dear I'm starting to get tempted to write this from the reader's pov as well. Or maybe I'll just have to ramble about the thought process behind this at some point to get that out of my system. I also considered going to a more horny direction with this but decided to go with this kind of yearning in the end. But, if the horny version is of interest for y'all, maybe I can do that as an alternative / supplementary thing to this series, or some sort of a standalone at some point. Hope y'all enjoyed! One or two more parts are still to come. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @mazapanmiau @perilous-pasta @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, do let me know! Also feel free to specify if you only want tags for particular kinds of works (like sfw/nsfw for example).

[aliencatart]

so the story goes....

seriously such an amazing series and i'm going to be missing these kings very dearly

[morelikeravenbore]

I loved you then, and I love you still: a WIP.

i give you absolutely no context but here's a snippet from the fifth year au I've been quietly working on since last april lol 😭💀

When Sebastian was sure enough time had passed for the magic to weave through her, he stood and opened her trunk at the foot of the bed. Conveniently, the spell made it easy to locate the items that held associations with him, each one warm to the touch and glowing faintly red. Slowly, methodically, he collected the relics of himself: a scarf here, a book there, the blue ribbon he'd brought her in Hogsmeade, the pair of woolly green socks she'd “borrowed” from him in the middle of her first Scottish winter. He did not allow himself to dwell on the memories that surfaced: not on the sound of her laughter or smell of her hair, nor how much warmer her small, cold hands got when he held them, and how good it made him feel that it was his warmth that eased her discomfort. But when he found the glowing blue jar tucked away at the bottom of her trunk, his resolve wavered. 

The memory twisted like a knife in his chest:

Late in the library one cold January, a request for a spare quill has Aurélie rummaging through her pockets. 

‘I have one here, I'm sure of it,��� she says. ‘Hold this?’ 

Into Sebastian's open palm, she deposits the small jar of bluebell flames.

‘You kept these?’ he asks, surprised. 

‘Of course I did!’ she exclaims, as if offended by the mere suggestion that she hadn't. ‘I take them with me everywhere! They make me feel…’ She searches for the word, brow furrowed cutely. ‘Warm.’

Sebastian feels warm himself. ‘I'm glad,’ he smiles.  As evening slipped into night, he clutched the jar of bluebells to his chest and cried. Then he wrapped them in up his old green socks and buried them in her trunk where they belonged.

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Even more things that were said In the BTS segment of this episode that I absolutely ADORE:

“What Ellie's confronting Is the *fundamental* Injustice of life” ~ Craig Mazin

“I think, as an audience, we want karmic justice, to say “The bad people should pay the price for what they've done and the good people should live happily ever after”. But that's not how the world operates. And, the most moral character of the story, Jesse, dies In an Instant” ~ Neil Druckmann

“There Is a tragedy to the fact that his selflessness and so many characters’ selflessness Is the reason that they end up falling.” ~ Halley Cross

“For Ellie, If we thought she was broken before, now she Is completely broken. And If Joel Is gone and Jesse's gone, what does she have left? She has this realization, finally, “If I give myself up, then maybe Tommy & Dina will be able to live”. And I think Ellie needed that redemption” ~ Nina Lopez-Corrado

“Ellie Is looking at herself. Ellie Is looking at Abby and seeing the rage and the pain of “You took somebody I loved”. And there Is this full-circle moment, but now It's too late and Ellie has to reap what she's sown” ~ Halley Cross (OHHHHH, I love how she worded this!!)

“We're used to telling “good guy, bad guy” stories In Hollywood. What *we* try and do with ‘The Last Of Us’ Is tell “people” stories. And In this case, *everybody* no matter which side they're on, has a strong case to be *very* angry at someone. And that anger comes out as violence. It comes out as retribution. It comes out as lies. And the question Is, where does It all end? *Can* It end? And If so, *how*?” ~ Craig Mazin (The editors focusing on Dina with ‘retribution’ and on Tommy with ‘lies’ was SO fucking good, btw, omfg-)

God, these people really do know their fucking show because I ADORE how they're handling the story as a whole for television. It truly Is amazing

All In all, I loved this finale, I loved this season, and I CANNOT wait for Season 3. Abby's story Is gonna be amazing to watch and finally getting to see her, Lev, AND Yara In action Is gonna be so fucking great

[pushing500]

⚠️ ALL HANDS ON DECK!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! BABY CREEPJOINER'S ARRIVAL IS IMMINENT!! ⚠️

We have our best doctors on scene and Jut is right here by his wife's side. You know it's serious because Mechi put his hair up for it! We can't risk any problems!

Congratulations on the birth of a healthy baby girl!! She is a baseliner, so it looks like she hasn't inherited Mum's genie genes or Dad's sanguophage genes, but that's alright. Maybe dad will turn her when she's older, who knows?

I knew Baby's hair colour was going to be a surprise, given that both her parents are bald, but I confess I wasn't expecting a green and purple gradient.

Baby Creepjoiner takes both her parents' names, named Danielle (Dani for short) after her father Marc-Daniel, and using her mother's surname. She's a lovely little girl, and her parents are delighted with her.

Jut took Dani for a walk after Beau had fed her, probably to introduce himself properly and make sure Beau got some well-earned rest. It's been a long day, but we have a beautiful new baby to show for it and the whole colony is better for it, I think.

Welcome to the world, Dani. We've been so excited to meet you! <3

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[10yearsofdnp]

March 22, 2015: Phil hosts a liveshow, where he gives birth to Susan 3 the Tamagotchi, schools us with random facts, and hints at doing some Easter baking! 👾📚🐣

[addicted-to-the-knife]

I think it's very important that we bring back this inherent understanding that actors are also just some fucking guys (gender neutral)

[redo-rewind-if]

(o゜▽゜)o☆ progress report time! ☆゜

Next Update (Chapter 4):

Opening: 100%

Avoid August/Confront Him: 100%

A Normal Day at Work: 100%

You Can Fix This, Right? 🤡: 95%

Keep Your Friends Close...: 35%

Avoidant Route: 0%

Good news everyone! I'm getting really, really close to finishing the writing for this chapter. I'll still need time after for editing and coding and all that jazz but soon... soon...

My current (admittedly probably too optimistic) estimate for the Chapter 4 release is late February/Early March. No promises but I think it's doable. This chapter is shorter than the last, it's just complicated due to the time loops and the variations I need to add. Oh well, got nobody to blame for that but myself lol. 😅

[cultivating-wildflowers]

evidently my trick to confidence and success is saying no to shame and blundering and bluffing my way through most interactions with all the poise of a three-year-old. and also laughing at myself a great deal.