#lol this happens for every art piece I’ve ever made

[covenofthearticulate]

#VCselfrecsunday 

#VCselfrecsunday is a chance to rec one of your own works (fic, art, head canons, meta- go wild!) and say just why you liked making it, what you’re proud of, or what made you want to create it in the first place. 

My self-rec is:

Hazy Shade of Winter

Fandom: Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Characters: Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de Pointe du Lac Additional Tags: Angst, Smut, Blood Drinking, Cock Warming, POV First Person, POV Lestat de Lioncourt, Little bit of Fluff, blood snowballing? is that a thing? it is now. Summary: Louis has these nights, you see. Nights in which the waking world is too loud and the prospect of getting out of bed is simply unbearable. I understand it perfectly— happens to the best of us vampires every once in a while, Brat Prince included. The problem with my dear Louis, however, is that he is still so hungry!

This was the first fic I wrote after about a 4 year hiatus, so in a way I think of it a lot like a comeback fic. I was honestly expecting to be so terrified and overwhelmed with this piece, especially since it was the first ever time I’ve written entirely in first person (and the first time I’ve written Lestat’s pov, no less!), but for some damn reason, writing Lestat came frighteningly easy to me. No wonder Anne kept him around for so long LOL he was honestly such a joy to spend time with, and so different from Louis!

I think, out of all of my fics, this one has the most of my voice in it, if that makes sense. Like, of course all of my writing has a certain tone and a certain poetry that is unique to me, but this one just felt very me in the way that it’s paced, the way Lestat’s stream of consciousness meanders, the various one-line wallop sentences that are sprinkled throughout. 

And, of course, it was really fun to stomp around in this murky grey-area of canon! One of the things I get really emotional about is when, in Merrick, David points out that Louis has been refusing to drink blood from any elder vampires because he doesn’t want to grow stronger. I don’t think it’s ever been fully discussed what affect that must’ve had on his and Lestat’s intimacy, so there’s a lot of tension and yearning and it fucks me up a lil bit LOL it’s just so good.

Tagged by: @hekateinhell thanks friend <3 Tagging: @nodominion @auburnandamberangel @emileesaurus @calipsan aaaaaand anyone else who wants to jump in!!! please go for it, consider yourself tagged!!

[edalynn]

huntlow shippers say its pretty much confirmed they'll be canon and i do see some of their arguments. blushing is used as shorthand for romantic feelings so it makes sense for some to interpret hunter blushing as a crush. and to make it more balanced shippers then look at scenes of them interacting and stretch the logic a bit to argue that willow also has a crush (though i absolutely don't see it lol).

but i feel like the crew is more teasing the fans with the ship than actually foreshadowing that it would happen in the story, you know? they go out of their way to avoid any actual conversation between hunter and willow after their first episode together. and even though hunter is given the "romantic" shorthands willow is given none.

in that one stream when someone asked if the ship would happen dana found it rly funny and reacted like they were going to tease the fandom with something unexpected. and they can't kill off one half of the ship bc that would go against the vibe of the story and hunter and willows character arcs. but if they're just going to make them canon then it's weird that dana would have such a big reaction to it. i would have just expected a cryptic smile and a "stay tuned ;DDD"

same with that one promo art of thanks to them with huntlow holding hands like if they do get together why would you show that on a piece of promo art? especially for an episode where they don't get together? it would have been more impactful if they just let it happen in the show without alluding to it in the promos. they definitely didn't do that for lumity or raeda. same thing with some other promo arts where huntlow are standing next to each other or that one where hunter is looking at willow.

i can buy that hunter has a crush but i can't see willow having one, or them getting together in a well-written way. im really hoping they go with the "willow rejects hunters love confession" route bc they haven't had a conversation in almost 10 episodes and i trust the crew to write romantic relationships better than that. i hope the crew's push for the huntlow ship is just a big troll on their part (although it would be kind of mean to huntlow shippers if it was just a troll)

The whole belief that it’s “confirmed canon” is honestly my biggest gripe with huntlows because the ones that insist it is canon are the ones that come after people that don’t ship it, as if there haven’t always been people in fandom spaces that actively ignore actual canon ships anyway. It’s definitely frustrating because blushing is often used as romantic shorthand, but toh has down an amazing job from day one of showing characters blushing at people they look up to or admire with absolutely no romantic context (I.e. Willow at Luz, or Luz at Eda which is CLEARLY one of awe and admiration) so I think if they pull the rug out from under shippers and have it said or implied “it was because he looked up to her the whole time, not romantic!” It would be very on brand and also hilarious. And if it IS a crush, I’m going to decide to ignore canon and say Hunter has very little social skills and has no idea what just admiring and wanting to be a person’s friend feels like so he thinks it’s romantic attraction lol. In the other hand with Willow, she clearly has no romantic interest in him whatsoever. As I said before, we’ve seen Willow blush and it’s only ever been in a platonic sense (aroace Willow 👀) so if that’s shippers’ marker for romantic attraction she definitely is NOT interested in him in that way.

I definitely agree with you that it feels like a tease, and it would definitely be Dana’s MO for a show she’s so heavily laden with queer rep for the straight “couple” to get the usual queerbait treatment. It would feel like a fuck you to Disney and every other show that has made queer ppl the butt of their jokes for so many years and I think that’s beautiful. Also im so glad you think the same thing about that stream. I’ve said the EXACT same thing in the past- that reaction was definitely not a blushy uwu my pairing reaction that was the reaction of a person that has some shit up her sleeve in regards to the question lmfao. Dana hasn’t reacted that way visibly about lumity OR raeda which she later in the same stream said was her favorite ship, so reacting that way to a ship that’s not even canon and that fans are constantly theorizing about seems SO un-Dana terrace to me. Like I cannot stress enough how much that would not make sense lmao.

I haven’t seen the promo art of them holding hands??? Kind of glad I haven’t seen it? But yeah, the way they’re always looking at each other in promo art. It definitely seems like a tease, though because none of those episodes have really had them interacting at all. I genuinely cannot see how they could produce a well written romance like you said even before this last episode, but ESPECIALLY now after this last episode. It would feel cheap and like they’re using a romance as the thing to heal hunter after all the trauma he’s gone through. With flapjack, you know,, and being the most important thing in Hunter’s life, it feels they’ve narratively gone too far for huntlow to end up being anything more than a “sure your best friend might have died to save your life, but you’re all better now because the girl said yes :)” type deal. It makes me feel kinda sick thinking about it because it would feel disrespectful to everything he’s just gone through. Hunter needs time to grieve and re-find himself, the thought of him having any romantic feelings for anyone/a crush on anyone after what happened wouldn’t make sense. Like “oh yeah that was traumatizing, but potential romance!!”. Like it would be shelving all the trauma he now needs to process and make flapjack’s sacrifice feel so cheap because I cannot see hunter having any interest in anything like that anymore directly after that’s happened. When people are traumatized like that they tend to close off, emotions shut down, etc (not to say that’s exactly what will happen, but it narratively makes sense after all that with how we already know hunter acts) and wouldn’t actively be thinking about a romance but would more likely be distancing himself. I swear to god if we get a scene of the hexsquad and camila of hunter explaining being a grimwalker/what all happened and it ends with him blushing at Willow because she for once ever does something romantic back or just hugs him or something I will snap because like I said it would make it feel like flapjacks sacrifice is being pushed to the wayside just to further a random ship that barely has any canon evidence. It already would have felt cheap to make it canon before, but it REALLY would now. That being said, I agree with you that I trust that if they were going to end up romantic the crew would have done much better writing for it rather than it feeling like a constant tease AND I trust Dana to handle the aftermath of all the shown physical abuse Hunter just experienced better than to make huntlow canon to “fix him”. The amazing quality of writing for lumity and raeda really doesn’t lend high hopes for huntlow actually becoming canon & I hope it stays that way for the sake of the writing.

[simkaswriting]

Fake Christmas-(Steve Rogers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Fluff, Christmas

Summary: What happens when Steve agrees to be (Y/N)’s fake boyfriend for her family’s Christmas dinner?

A/N: Wow, my first fanfiction in almost three years. Thank you uni for draining my creative spirit lol. But here’s a piece I’ve been writing on and off since last Christmas, hence the theme ;) As always, please reblog or leave a comment if you enjoy the fic :)

Twenty minutes. Twenty painfully long minutes is how long I’ve been toying with my phone, contemplating how to reply to my moms long anticipated text. Mind running 20 miles an hour, trying to scramble for any half-plausible excuse to relieve myself of the yearly family gathering, something which I haven’t managed to successfully do to date. It isn’t because I don’t want to see my family over the Christmas period, but rather because they expect me to bring them a boyfriend, and when I inadvertently fail every year, they never seem to back down from discussing all of my possible shortcomings. And at this point, it’s getting tiring.

Interrupting my useless thought process, Steve’s grumble echoes throughout the large living room, no doubt unhappy with one of the players in the football game he’s watching on Tony’s state of the art TV. Ever the avid fan of the Patriots, perhaps to an extent that may verge on unhealthy. But I am not one to judge, considering the countless arguments Bucky and I have gotten in over old movies. Hands behind his head and feet taking up the whole sofa, he mumbles under his breath every time something goes wrong with his team.

Ever since I joined the Avengers two years ago due to my only slightly annoying element-sensitive powers, the two of us have gotten along like a house on fire. His borderline indestructibility has made him one of my only options for sparing partners given my occasional accidental burning through hand pads, something Natasha still brings up to this day. So, Steve has become my go to sparring partner, and through the hours of intense training, the two of us have slowly grown closer over time. Before I knew it, the sparring grew to cool down sessions, to walks, to drinks, to hanging out in each other’s bedrooms until ungodly hours. And now, Steve has become someone I know I can rely on, someone who I can share my worries and nightmares with, a comfort I didn’t know I needed. A royal pain in my ass too though, but purely because his stupid face and stupid voice and stupid charm has been the only thing occupying my mind lately, to a fault.

Setting my phone down with a dejected sigh, I slowly rise from the corner armchair obscured by a comically large fake plant Pepper no doubt chose. I set my sights on the kettle and tea box, needing some calming herbs to help me think clearer. A nice steaming cup of tea has never failed me before.

“Steve, do you want tea?” I call over to the super soldier who’s somehow managed to occupy the entirety of the L-shaped couch with his enhanced frame, to absolutely nobody’s surprise.

He lazily shifts his gaze from the TV to me, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Almost apologetically, he nods. “That would be lovely (Y/N), thank you. If you wait a few minutes I can help, but we’re in the last quarter now. It’s all or nothing now.”

I grin back at him. “It’s alright, go Patriots.”

This earns me a beaming smile and a fist in the air from the Captain.

I busy myself making us tea, a chamomile blend for me and blackberry for him, and think of some more excuses while the kettle boils. Chicken pox? Too worrying. Work emergency? Not severe enough. Sudden ruptured gallbladder? They would insist on coming to see me. With a small frown, I pour the water into our mugs and place it down on the table in front of Steve just as the game draws to a close. Judging by his smile, the Patriots did indeed win. Which spells good news for the whole team, as his good mood will no doubt reflect on the training sessions, which are about to become a lot less severe. My muscles silently thank the Patriots.  

“You seem to be my lucky charm.” He grins as he takes his mug and takes a small sip, the games highlights now being played. Not finding it particularly interesting, I stand by his seat with a small blush and contemplate some more half-hearted excuses to feed my family.

After a few minutes of silence, highlights seemingly forgotten, Steve frowns up at me and sits up properly, freeing up a part of the sofa which he pats for me to sit on. “Are you alright?”

Sighing, I sit down next to him, heart a little unsteady at the lack of space between us.

“Yeah, mom’s hounding me for the Christmas dinner this weekend. She won’t take no for an answer.” I huff, knowing fine well I sound like a sulking child. 

At this, Steve’s gaze shifts from curious to concerned so fast it almost startles me.

“Why don’t you want to go? I thought you were on good terms with your parents.” His voice is laced with worry, as if this conversation is his biggest current worry, which is sweet in its own way.

I nod, contemplating whether or not I want to share my yearly experiences of seemingly never-ending teasing. But if anyone has understood my struggle with relationships, it’s Steve. “I am, but when the whole family gathers together for Christmas, it feels like an event designed specifically to tease me about my lack of a boyfriend. It’s just gotten old now. I was so desperate last year, that I offered to pay Thor to pretend to be my boyfriend just to get them off my back. But he unfortunately wasn’t having it.” I chuckle at the memory of a flustered God of Thunder, and how that was the first time I ever heart him struggle with his words.

Steve nods along, running his hand through his hair, something he often does when he’s thinking. It’s a habit he’s had for as long as I can remember, a cute one at that, especially when his shirt rises a little and exposes a sliver of his tones stomach. It definitely beats the nail biting both Bruce and Clint are so fond of.

“That bad?”

I look at his raised eyebrows and solemnly nod. Unfortunately, yes, that bad.

Looking at me, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Slowly he faces me, his tea somehow already finished. “Call me crazy, but you gave me an idea, so hear me out.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Okay, go on.” Curious and mildly scared of what idea he could possibly have; I take another sip of my tea.

“I can pretend to be boyfriend to stave off your family, and you don’t even have to pay me. I’ll do it for your mom’s Christmas cookies you always talk about.”

The tea seems to go down the wrong tube, my throat not agreeing with the combination of the hot liquid and Steve’s out of pocket proposal. For a few seconds I sputter and cough, trying to wrap my head around what he said. Patriotic, Mr American Values Steve Rogers, wants to willingly lie to my entire family and pretend to be my boyfriend just to help me out and save me from embarrassment?

“Oh no, breathe. Breathe, (Y/N).” Steve takes the cup from my hands and gently places it on the table and starts rubbing soothing circles on my back.

After a few seconds, I calm down enough to look at him without going into another coughing fit. 

“Are you sure about this one, Cap?” I question, obvious doubt clouding my voice, only because I know how my family can get. And how easily embarrassed Steve is sometimes. And how much I actually like the man in front of me despite nights spent convincing myself otherwise. It could be a recipe for disaster, especially since he is the one and only Captain America.

“Yes, of course. I reckon it could even be quite fun.” He shrugs and cracks one of his signature smiles that makes my heart do somersaults. 

 Taking a moment to really consider it, I weigh up my options. My family would definitely stop pestering me if I brought home the one and only Captain America, national hero and the original gentleman. They would no doubt love him. Plus, it could potentially be fun. However, long term it isn’t doable. But beggars can’t be choosers, so I mentally kick myself for agreeing.

“I hate how little convincing you’ve had to do. But sure, what could go wrong.”

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Steve pulls up outside of the lake house, parking his car in the row of Jeeps and Hummers already occupying the small car park, all dusted with tufts of snow. His American classic, that probably cost more to repair than it’s worth, sticks out like a sore thumb. “If this is what CEO’s and doctors can afford, I think it’s time I reconsider my career path.” Steve mutters under his breath, gawking at the expensive cars surrounding him. He’s shown an interest in cars and bikes since the early days, or so Bucky said. Maybe this could be some common ground for conversation once the starstruck awe subsides.

I glance at Steve whose eyes are full of child-like glee as his neck cranes to get a better look at my uncles Rolls-Royce Phantom. He really looks like a child on Christmas morning. And not just because of the hideous Christmas jumper he let me force onto him.

Just as I begin to think that I might ask him to turn the car around and leave, because dear God is this whole plan crazy, Steve pulls the keys out of the ignition and opens his door. The bastard probably knew my train of thought and wasn’t going to give me an easy out. But then again, he always seems to have an inkling of what I’m thinking. And we did drive three hours to get here

He walks around to my side of the car and opens the door for me with an encouraging smile, offering his hand to me like the gentleman he is. I take it, noticing how warm and steady it is compared to mine, almost as if he’s not worried about the next few hours ahead in the slightest. Not worried about tarnishing his God-like reputation or lying to my whole family. My stomach flips from the feel of his hand in mine as we slowly walk towards the lake house.

“You’re fine, remember to breathe. Just pretend this is one of our normal undercover missions, like the one we pulled off in Amsterdam in January.” Steve smiles at me reassuringly. Despite appreciating his reassurance, I can’t quite feel like the situation in Amsterdam was nowhere near as dangerous as this one. Amsterdam wasn’t quite the fake boyfriend and girlfriend scenario we’re going for here. It’s ironic, because it’s usually the guy that’s shitting bricks when it comes to meeting the parents, not the girl bringing him home.

Taking a few deep breaths which don’t work to calm my nerves in the slightest, my voice wavers with uncertainty. “You’re right, we went over the story like a million times. We’ll be fine, right?”

The two of us walk up the large wooden stairs towards the glass door, his hand giving mine a reassuring squeeze. The two of us spent hours coming up with a plausible backstory for our ‘relationship’ over the last few days, to Bucky’s and Nat’s immense amusement. We both know what to do, what to say, and how to act to make this the most believable fake relationship possible. It really is almost like a mission. So why does my stomach feel so light?

Steve rubs his thumb over my knuckles, as if reminding me that everything will turn out fine. The action brings my attention back to our intertwined hands and I can do absolutely nothing to stop the blush creeping up to my cheeks.

Before I have the chance to gather my nerves and knock on the door, a silhouette appears behind the stained glass door and swings it open, revealing my slightly dishevelled aunt Janice in an awful Christmas sweater rivalling the hideousness of Steve’s and my own one. Her hand clutches a half-empty glass of amber liquid which I assume is whiskey, as she takes another sip before pulling me into a bone crushing hug. The smell of cigarette smoke stings my nostrils in a nostalgic way.

Pulling away, I notice her eyes are already slightly glazed over as she looks me up and down with approval. Glass balanced on her ring and pinkie finger, she holds me at arm’s length, appearing genuinely delighted to see me. “I’m so happy you made it! Your mom persisted you were very taken with work but look at you! You’re here!” A smile of my own works its way to my lips, her drunken happiness contagious. My aunt has always been my personal favourite.

As she lets go, her attention shifts over to Steve. “And who might this be?”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise of their own will as I follow her gaze to the tall man next to me. Does she not recognise him? Captain America himself?

Steve smiles politely and tugs me closer to his side. “This is the boyfriend, ma’am. Steve Rogers, a pleasure to meet you.” He extends his hand out for a handshake, polite as ever. But instead, to my surprise, Janice envelops him in a hug of his own with a delighted squeal. I watch to make sure the contents of her glass don’t end up on Steve’s sweater.

“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.” She laughs as she lets go of Steve and opens the door a little wider. The smell of spices and warmth that flow out makes my stomach burn with nostalgia. “Come, let’s introduce you to the rest of the family, they don’t bite. Well, maybe Coconut. But I wouldn’t worry about her.”

As we walk through the threshold, Steve gives me a questioning look as my aunt rushes into the living room. No doubt excited to inform the cohort that the last unmarried member of the family that’s of age finally brought someone home to the family.

Hanging mu jacket up on the coathanger by the door, I just nod to the small white Dachshund curled up at the bottom of the staircase, barely registering us. “That’s Coconut. She’s known to bite a few ankles here and there.” Vicious creature.

Putting on the bravest smile I can muster, and with a reassuring smile from Steve, we head to meet the rest of the family, chickens entering the wolves den. I hold Steve’s hand tightly in mine, so tight it might cause the average man pain, But not-

“Captain America!” A chorus of excited yells surrounds us as my nieces and nephews rush at the man standing next to me. Their eyes wide in awe, and I don’t blame them. Steve is truly incredible.

Steve chuckles and bends down to high-five the army of five starstruck kids, this no doubt being better than any Christmas present they’ll receive. The youngest, Adam, asks if Steve brought his shield with wide doe eyes only children are capable of, to which Steve promises him he will bring it next time. Despite the empty promise, seeing the way he’s interacting with the kids sets my heart into overdrive, and I have to force myself to stop ogling the incredible man next to me, despite the sight being the cutest I’ve ever witnessed.

Instead, I look across the room at mom and dad, who both wear shocked expressions, their previous conversation forgotten. A quick glance around the room confirms that everyone is indeed gaping at the embodiment of patriotism I brought along.

Once Steve’s sure the kids are happy with the answers to their seemingly never ending questions, he stands back up and haphazardly wraps an arm around my waist, smiling at the people gathered in the large room with one of his signature charming and disarming smiles.

With a small breath to calm my crazy nerves, I also smile at my family. “Family, this is Steve. My boyfriend.” I gently pull his hand from my waist and intertwine my fingers with his as if it were the most natural thing to us. “Though you probably know him better as Captain America.”

My parents both eagerly shoot out of their seats and rush to Steve and I, looks of awe that could easily compete with the kids plastered across their faces. Dad immediately begins to shake Steve’s hand with a wide smile, and I swear he’s holding back from physically vibrating with excitement. “It’s an incredible honour to meet you, Captain.”

I silently thank that Steve is used to these types of reactions.

Mom gives me a quick welcoming hug but her attention is painfully clearly on the handsome man I brought along with me.

“Likewise, Sir. Please, call me Steve.” 

Mom leans a little closer and whispers. “You did good.” There isn’t any doubt whether or not she approves of Steve, who most likely heard her. It isn’t every day your child brings home a legendary super soldier. This may even make up for previous years of disappointment, where she would sigh dramatically every few minutes to remind me how I’d disappointed her.

And I fully agree with her. I can’t even begin to imagine anyone else standing next to me, holding my hand, faking this relationship with me. Nobody could possibly be up for this, as Thor showcased, and I don’t believe I’d feel this comfortable around another person. I don’t even have to think about it very hard, but Steve could very well be the perfect man, and I can’t lie to myself that some deeply buried part of me isn’t sad that this is all just a charade. But I push that thought to the back of my mind and instead turn my focus to the job at hand.

The two of us make our rounds until he’s met everyone, with my grandad being the most excited to have met him. And I’m pretty sure that if I don’t bring him along with me to the next family Christmas, I’ll be getting disowned and written out of 20 different wills. Much to their disappointment, I have a feeling this is a one-off favour that he won’t want to keep up.

“Dinner is getting served, please head to the table.” My gran calls from the doorway to the kitchen, and we all simultaneously make our way into the newly renovated dining room. To my surprise, the ceiling has been replaced from brick to glass, white now thanks to the snow. The room itself has been extended to accommodate our ever-growing family.

Steve pulls out the chair for me with a small smile, and I take a seat with flushed cheeks, which to my horror burn brighter when he places a gentle kiss on one of them as he sits down.

He turns to face me with the softest smile, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. “You okay darling?”

I blink once, twice, three times before I can muster a simple ‘yes honey’ in return. Despite the attention on us, nobody seems to pick up on the strangeness of my behaviour. And I internally curse at myself for letting him catch me off guard like this.

The next few minutes are full of everyone getting settled in and food being distributed around. I have to hide my smile when I hear a few of my relatives quietly bicker over who gets to sit on Steve’s other side while he innocently discusses classic cards with my dad and uncles.

Once everyone’s settled down and eating away, I bite my lip nervously as the questions start pouring in from all sides, like an interrogation.

“How did you two meet? And when?” Comes from my cousin, her eyes devouring every inch of Steve as if her were a gazelle and she was on the hunt. And I really can’t blame her, Steve is insanely attractive by any standard, and even those without any taste couldn’t disagree. Instinctively, I take a hold of his hand and smile sweetly at him, a foul acid burning deep in my stomach at the thought of her hands on him. My heart continues hammering against my chest as if trying to escape, but this time it’s not because this charade is making me nervous. It’s because of him.

Steve takes a small drink from his glass of what I assume is whiskey and launches into our well-practiced story.

“It was around nine months ago. I was out for my morning run and we happened to bump into each other. She didn’t recognise me at first, which I was thankful for, at least I knew her initial interest came from an honest place, and not just because I’m Captain America. Now though, I’m not so sure.” His soft smiles slowly turns teasing, and I nudge his shoulder playfully, hoping my blush isn’t too noticeable. Even though we practiced out story, nothing could have prepared me for the physical touch that came along with it.

“Wow Steve, and here I was thinking I’ve been sly about it all this time.”

Laughter echoes around the dining room, and my nephews launch into 101 questions, mainly focusing on how fast he can run, and if he can beat the Flash. And having had the pleasure to watch Steve train, and once stupidly challenging him, I’m beyond aware of his full capabilities. He lightly squeezes my hand before letting go and tucking into the plate of food before him like a man possessed. I have to bite into some potatoes to keep my laughter contained.

“Nine months? And why am I only hearing about this now?” Mom’s eyes wide like saucers burn holes through me, voice shrill, as I fight the urge to avert my gaze.

“I’m sorry! We just wanted to make sure what we have is solid and that our schedules wouldn’t clash too much. You do know his whole gig is sort of saving the world? And God, let’s not even mention the publicity that’s heading our way once we go public.” I rush out, throwing my hands up and gesturing wildly, hoping that will somehow help communicate my point across.

Steve chuckles next to me, eyes warm and comforting on me, those angelic blue eyes that hold the power to render me speechless and burn scorching holes through me. The familiar flutter of butterflies in my stomach disrupts my trance.

“That’s true, just imagine the headlines. ’97 year old Captain America catches himself a girl born seven decades after him’, or maybe ‘Captain America can’t find anyone his own age to date’. Better yet, ‘award for oldest cougar in the world goes to Steve Rogers’. It’ll be rather amusing that’s for sure, but far from easy.” I smile at Steve as he speaks and roll my eyes at his creativity. The family seems amused, while some of the younger kids ask to their parents horror what a cougar is. Perhaps working for the New York Times was his true calling, with his expert avoidance of the word paedophile. Though some part of me worries that a few months from now when my relatives begin asking where such headlines are, I’ll be forced to come clean.

I take a sip from my glass and continue gently smiling at Steve, though this time it isn’t forced for our performance’s sake. No, this time it’s a real smile. Because the man next to me truly is incredible. He’s seen me at my lowest when Pietro died, or when my dog went missing only to resurface with his head missing as a threat from one of our many enemies. And in turn I was there when he so desperately tried proving Bucky’s innocence against the wishes of the mighty Tony Stark himself. But he was also the one to hug me first when I got my PhD, and I was the first person he lent his infamous shield to for a long mission. And through the turmoil and good times, we’ve come out stronger than ever, with newfound strength and closeness. And a different kind of love on my behalf. I would walk through Hell and back for him, and I have no doubts he would do the same.

Grandma smiles from behind her glass of white wine, and I swear I can see the shadows of devil horns take form. “So Steve, what are your intentions with my little (Y/N)?”

My breath catches in my throat. We didn’t rehearse this question, stupidely. Why didn’t we think to cover this base? I force myself to swallow the delicious food and begin to shake my head. “Okay Gran, that’s not-“

Before I have the chance to try and stop the train collision about to happen, Steve interrupts me, perhaps for the first time since I met him.

“I’m glad you asked. It has only been nine months. However we have discussed what the future holds for us, and as long as (Y/N) still wants me around, then ring shopping definitely isn’t out of the question.” Steve sends me a cheeky wink, softly brushing his thumb over my knee to ease some of my tension, not knowing that the touch of his skin on mine is throwing me into a frenzy.

“In my decades-spanning life, I have never met a woman so passionate and determined, not only in her personal life but in her career too. She knows what she wants and goes for it without asking permission of anyone. Waking up next to her every morning really makes the 66 years I spent under the ice worth it, almost like fate. Every day I look at her and fall deeper in love, and who could really blame me. She makes me feel like the luckiest man alive, which I no doubt am. Not every woman would sit through a Patriots game just to make their partner happy.”

It takes all of my goddamn self-control, of which there isn’t a lot, to keep my jaw firmly attached and away from hitting the table. Self-control that multiple people at the table don’t see to quite possess. The sudden dryness in my throat forces a cough out of me, and I desperately hope my attempt and playing it off as a laugh at his Patriots joke is believable. But the cruel reality is that my heart is hammering against my chest faster than Steve can run, and my palms are as wet as my throat wishes it was. How did he come up with this on the spot and deliver it so effortlessly? Almost too smoothly. We didn’t rehearse this. What am I going to do next year when he doesn’t show up to the Christmas dinner with me? Keep the lie going and tell them he’s on some top-secret mission, or be forced to come clean when he finds a woman for himself? Despite it feeling like he was speaking from the heart, I have to convince myself it isn’t true. Because there sure isn’t an ounce of truth to what he said.

Steve smiles at my gran, sweet as honey, before pulling me closer and placing a soft kiss on my forehead. My heart, not heading for a cardiac arrest, skips a beat at his sudden burst of affection. But I can’t deny I love the contact, and I don’t try to stop the smile fighting its way onto my face.

There’s a brief moment of silence, before the sound of cooing attacks us from every direction. My mother actually has tears in her eyes, and I have to bite my lip to keep my own at bay, if only after seeing hers. But if anything, his lovely speech and the reactions of my loved ones reminds me of our actual relationship; two close friends, nothing less, nothing more. And it leaves an unpleasant pit in my stomach.

The poor guy barely has time to swallow, and the others to recover, before Aunt Janice takes another drink of the auburn liquid in her glass and waves her hand frantically for attention. Now that I think about it, an online ad for a fake boyfriend probably would have been less stressful.

A playful look on her face, Janice winks at him. “Your alcohol tolerance, soldier? What do ya say to an old-fashioned drinking game?”

My eyes widen instantly at her proposition. Does she realise that Steve is a superhuman? An enhanced soldier? Scientifically altered to be the perfect man. A man who could drink Asgards alcohol of the gods with no effect?

“You might not want to do that, ma’am.” Steve looks at her with amused eyes and smiles shyly, obviously not wanting to offend her, but also trying to put her off one of the bigger mistakes of her life. 

I nod furiously in agreement. “Please don’t, that’s not a good idea. A really bad one actually.”

“I’m just saying, I don’t believe everything the media say. Your tolerance is surely not that high?” She presses, and I recognise that she’s one step away from pulling out a bottle of Jack for each of them. But thankfully, my grandmother chimes in, chastising her daughter.

“Janice leave the poor man alone, alcohol only lowers potency and I want to spoil my grandchildren next Christmas.”

I just about choke on my own saliva, as does my dad.

“Mom please, they need to get married first and move in together before trying for a family.” My mom shakes her head at grandma in disproval, to which grandma rolls her eyes and swats my moms hand off her shoulder, before once again setting her sights on me and Steve.

“When I was your age, Janice and Clyde were already crawling around and I was expecting with your aunt Angie. You two have a lot of catching up to do.” 

I look at Steve, for reassurance or some solace, I’m not sure, but he looks more amused than worried.

“I understand ma’am. I was born during an era where you were expected to marry, settle, and have children within months of knowing one another, and at a very young age. Today’s culture did come as a shock to me.”

Before Steve has a chance to promise great grandchildren and a wedding, I slide out of my seat and take Steve’s hand in mine.

“Actually, Steve honey come help me get the presents from the car? Sorry, I only just remembered we forgot to bring them in with us.” I shoot an apologetic smile to mom and discreetly nudge him, which he thankfully takes as a hint and also stands up. I can see Mom gearing up to protest, but I just smile and pull him out of the room, right out of the front door, not bothering to take our jackets. I feel like another layer on my already flushed skin would only worsen my state.

The fresh air hits me like a beautiful slap in the face that I whole-heartedly welcome. I bask in the cold breeze for a few seconds. It does wonders calming my rampant thoughts. And the slow snowfall around me only helps more.

“See now I agree with your mom, I was also thinking marriage, house, children is a good order to do things in. I’m glad some old ideals still live in todays society.” Steve quips, his tone oozing mirth. My steely glare does nothing to stop his infections smile.

“Don’t you dare encourage them or so God help me I’ll have Stark confiscate your shield from you. This, we, aren’t real and I don’t need them getting attached to you when they’ll only ever see you on TV again.” My hands take on a life of their own as I throw them around wildly to try emphasise what I’m saying, and just how serious of a conversation this is gearing up to be. As soon as the words leave my mouth though, they feel too harsh. Wrong, even. This is a fake relationship, but it feels wrong. The lake to our left unsettles, waves on an otherwise motionless pool of water rising higher and higher, my emotions clearly affecting my powers.  

His hand wraps around my clenched fist and softly begins to rub soothing circles on my knuckles, calming me down, lowering the unnatural wall of water. Looking into his eyes I don’t see the amusement I heard in his tone though, and it throws me. 

“(Y/N)....” Steve glances at our intertwined hands for a few seconds. My name hangs in the air as his other hand combs through his hair. The nervous habit. We stand in silence for a few seconds as the pit in my stomach grows darker and deeper. For a reason unbeknown to me, I feel unease. Foreboding. 

“(Y/N) you make me want things I can’t have.” Steve’s smile is a sad one, and it hurts me to see. But what does he mean? Is it my family since he doesn’t have his own one?

“Steve I... What?” 

My mind runs rampant and wild with no signs of stopping. Where is this coming from? What brought this on? 

Looking at our hands something clicks. Could he possibly be talking about us? It’s an absurd thought that I already know is wrong, yet the tingle in my stomach is persistent. Could it be? I look up at him, his soft blue eyes, and dare to hope. ”Who says you can’t?”

His eyes shoot up to mine. They search my own ones for something, anything, that might give him the idea I’m joking. I fight the urge to look away, not because I’m uncomfortable though. Purely because the intensity he’s looking at me with flares up my cheeks. His eyes flicker with defeat.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, (Y/N). Training, missions, falling asleep... Normal daily activities and I can’t commit to them. I can’t do it. I just can’t, you’re always on my mind.” His voice is low with a tinge of defeat as his thumb continues to draw circles on my knuckles.

“Buck told me to either snap out of it or grow a pair. But how could I do this to you? Bind you in a relationship when I will outlive you? Outlive even our children? I can’t do that to someone I care for. Someone I... I refuse.” His brows furrow more and more until there’s a deep shadow over his eyes. His beautiful, troubled eyes.

The words hang between us, heavy, yet relieving, almost freeing. Hopeful despite the content of them. The heat drains from my face as his words really register in my mind. Does he love me? Is he consumed by love the way I am? Has he felt this way since the first time we met, or only more recently? Does anyone else know? Does he seriously think that this decision is only up to him? Questions fly around my head, dizzying me, ones I desperately want answers to, but that can wait. His eyes haven’t budged from our hands. I can’t read him. But I have to say something. I have to for the sake of my sanity, and our relationship, whatever that may be after his declaration.

“Steve this isn’t just your choice anymore. I understand what you mean but dear God, with this logic you’re destined to live a lonely life. A long, lonely life, when you could be happy. We could be happy.” I take a step closer to him, our faces inches apart. My desperate eyes search his face for any sign of agreement, any sign that his selfless act is dissipating. He sighs and begins to shake his head no, but the cracks are there, just beneath the surface. I just need to press harder.

“Do it, take a chance. I’m begging you, Steve. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been. I want this, you, us. I want the things you fed my family in there. With you.” The crack in my voice betrays my confident bravado as I begin to feel the desperation. He has to say yes. He has to. There is no way we could go back to the way we were before, not with these revelations now out in the open. 

Steve gently smiles down at me, meeting my eyes with a soft look that melts my heart. I hold his unwavering stare, but the corners of my vision begin to slightly blur from the tears of desperation.

His free hand reaches up to caress my cheek and jaw. I lean into his touch like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Our breaths come out in short puffs of white clouds as the silence stretches out. I have to do it. Now or never.

I stretch up and before I can back out or my heart palpitations succeed in giving me a heart attack, I press my lips against his. 

The exact moment our lips touch, two things happen simultaneously. First, Steve wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him with a soft groan, which threatens to stop my heart beating right on the spot. Second, the snow around us intensifies from a mere dusting to a ferocious fall that has us both grinning into the kiss like two lovesick idiots. 

I don’t care for his stubble as his lips feel so soft moving against mine, tasting vaguely of alcohol and mints and that odd combination of things I can’t put my finger on that scream Steve. My fingers weave themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. I can tell he’s being a gentleman and holding back, and I don’t push him. There’s plenty of time for that. 

He breaks away from the kiss, gently resting his forehead against mine as our breaths almost drown out the sudden storm my excitement caused. His voice is soft, and I have to strain to hear him. 

“I love you (Y/N).”

I don’t even try to stop the smile spreading across my lips at those words. I’ve been wanting, no yearning, to hear those words from him for years. Hoping that amidst the heat of battle he’d shout them to me in fear that we won’t live to see each other again. That perhaps at one of Tony’s extravagant parties, he would find his way to me and whisper the words only for me to hear. But this somehow feels right. The two of us at my family’s lake house, acting as fake boyfriend and girlfriend in a desperate bid to save my sanity and reputation. Waiting this long has been worth it.

“I love you too, Steve.”

We’re both stand in the snowfall for a few minutes, grinning at each other like idiots. Relishing in the words we've both been silently begging to hear.

“Let’s head back before you grandmother starts picking out baby names.” 

Hand in hand, the two of us head back inside to face my family once again, however this time it’s different. This time we don’t have to pretend.

[always-andromeda]

tumblr as eaten TWO of my asks now. this is gonna be a bit all over the place so bear w me hahah

to recap what i’ve sent you:

exactly!! i was so hyped when they figured it out & the rocket finally didn't explode.

re: the october sky festival: oh that's so cool! if you're close by enough, you should totally go to it! i would love to go to it as well but seeing as i’m canadian, tennessee is a bit out of reach for me lol

also! i love listening to other people ramble about the shit they're interested in, so ramble away, my friend!

i was watching lovely and amazing for the first time last night & scrolling my dash at the same time when i came across your post about wanting to watch it, so weird!! but jake in that movie?? you’re so right, he IS diet holden😭 definitely a watered down version, he’s not depressed enough. but he is a loser & i love that. & the hair!! i think he had it black for bubble boy but omg it adds so much to the loser factor for some reason. ik it sounds like i just agree w u on everything, but you have good (& correct👀) takes, so how could i not?? but yeah, the movie itself wasn’t great. however, i could watch a compilation of clips of him in that movie forever🫠 the way he’s staring at michelle when they’re at the bar & she’s talking about her art 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

-🤹

I SWEAR, if tumblr keeps doing this, imma have to walk on down to Mr. Tumblr’s office and give him a piece of my mind. 😤😤😤

(But also lmao thank you for putting up with my rambling, much love and appreciation. 🫶🏻)

See, even though I’m American, I live literally across the country from Tennessee so it’s a bit of a long shot for me too bUT HEY. Maybe that’s a thing that’ll have to go on my bucket list lol.

AND OH MY GOSH, I am loving the random synchronicity we’re experiencing rn with Jake’s movies lol. You’re very right, it 100% isn’t a good movie like at all. bUT JAKE’S CHARACTER IS SO— 🥰 I adore him. Like the way that he is so enthusiastic and encouraging about Michelle’s goofy little art pieces?? And like listen…I adore Jake’s little emo era where his hair is just JET BLACK so seeing him get to be just like this weird little loserboy had me smiling so big. Holden is definitely a bit more unhinged and pessimistic than Jordan is. But like. If I had a nickel for every time Jake Gyllenhaal played a sad little emo guy who wanted to fuck his older coworker, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t many bUT HEY, it’s weird that it’s happened twice!!

ALSO MORE ABOUT THE MOVIE IN GENERAL. I wasn’t a huge fan of Michelle pretty early on just because she had those entitled middle aged white woman vibes and that energy annoys me. But when she hooked up with Jordan (in front of his damn house too I think????) I was so— 😀 And when she got arrested for it?? And then was released?? And the movie plays it off like, “Lmao sometimes you have sex with a minor!! Lmao 🤪 mistakes were made!!!!” I was so. So flabbergasted. That was SUCH a strange choice to make in the story. 😀

Also, fun fact. Learned from the iMDB page that the working title for this movie was SAD BUT TRUE. And that makes me wheeze so hard. I wish they had kept it because HOLY FUCK that is one of the funniest titles I’ve ever heard for a movie. Like, lmao, that moment when you go to jail for statutory rape?? Sad…but true!! 🤘🏻🤪🤘🏻

[treesap-blogs]

GUYS IM SORRY THIS REVIEW IS GOING UP LATE you’ll eventually see why lmao! “Cemetery Boys” by Aiden Thomas review!

Hello, Tumblrians! Because I’m trying to make sure practically all of my Goodreads finished books are covered here, there’s an overwhelmingly high number of reviews that are going to be published this week! Sorry :(! BUT!!! At least my reading queue is being cleared up for the end of the month (which you can attribute to me just wanting to be orderly but is actually related to the release of The Wicked Bargain by Gabe Cole Novoa)(who was?? In the acknowledgements for this book actually?? Are the authors friends or something?). Broskis I was so excited for Cemetery Boys because I’ve been wanting to read it for YEARS!!! It was one of the first queer books I ever heard about, actually! And it will always have a special place in my heart because it’s the first time I’ve read a book with a trans protagonist. (I’m non-binary and also genderfluid, because a few times the trans male label could apply, and I’ve identified as some flavor of lesbian for a while although I’ve just been using the label “queer” for a while. Fits my gender better.) 

Also HOLY SHIT i just realized!! This is my tenth Tumblr Review guys :D!! Wow! Very happy to be writing one about a book I adored! To celebrate this milestone, take some art I made of these two! It’s singlehandedly the reason why this review took so long to put up lmao, it’s almost midnight where I am but it’s probably not Saturday anymore for a lot of people on Tumblr up at this hour and with similar time zones as I. Gonna be honest, I was considering redrawing when Julian asked Yadriel if he could kiss him (in Spanish!!!)(read the book and you’d know why that’s a big deal lmao), but I watched an Instagram reel and featured in it was a very realistic piece of fanart of when the two were kinda just lovingly spending time sitting ontop the car and looking at the sunset by the side of the road! Inspiration just struck.

I’m hoping to post art on a more consistent basis in here, hopefully y’all enjoy the piece in this review! (Perhaps I’ll do this with every 10 book milestone?) (if I don’t like the book and don’t want to make fanart maybe I’ll just draw a different one or my OCs lol)

Anyhow! I absolutely ate up, devoured even, cried on, and threw up this book when I read it. Whilst some might not be a fan of the short time frame the romance happens in (it..took some adjusting for me to be honest), I was still absolutely emotional over Yadriel and Julian oh my goodness. They’re so sweet with each other!! WAUGH. I was anxious for a devastating ending most of the time, but wherever my heart was broken, it was healed with some of Yadriel’s brujx magic by the time I’d finished reading. (So corny I know but SHUSH.) The “last day” chapter/scene in the book also just radiated comfort haha. (Perhaps I’m biased though, as I tend to feel in colors and around this point I had enough of an emotional attachment to form the “nostalgic nighttime blues with a light yellow and orange-yellow haze feeling. Which I shall always associate with the smell of a well-kept hotel room now, thanks to the location I finished this book.) Julian opening up eventually, and his immediate acceptance of Yadriel was also very sweet. They were overall very sweet, even if the circumstances they were in meant that they made very “hormonal teen” decisions at times. It didn’t feel like a product of bad writing lmao I’m sure that was intentional.

Yadriel was also a spectacular example of authentic transmasculine representation. I was delighted to read a sentence that mentioned a binder, resonated with his experiences of gender dysphoria, and although he faces a lot of struggle to be seen as who he is within his family, that was handled with care. I also loved the different Latine cultures present in the families in the book, there were different touches added to Dia De Muertos and it brought a very home-y feel to some of the atmosphere of the book. (Saying “some of” because the other parts of the story are horror of course sjkskjbdfbk) On all fronts, the representation was great :).

Also, if the story seems interesting to you based on the premise, but you don’t really enjoy horror, keep in mind that the stuff in this is pretty tame! There’s a few gnarly details, like (slight spoilers) an attempted human sacrifice towards the end, and of course some of the spirits turning “maligno”(conjugent for “malignant”, they become corrupted before they’re forced to leave the surface world, your standard horror elements stuff ensues), but that’s about it. While spirits/ghosts and the existence of what’s technically witches in this realm means that it belongs under the horror category, at least I as a reader thought it fit more just under the paranormal genre. The only other horror book I’ve read on here is The Witchery, and I’d say it’s a teensy bit more spooky than that on the scale? All I have to say for that.

Anyhow! Last thing I feel like talking about is that I liked how the theme of death was handled throughout the book? In several ways, our characters were trying to find closure and there’s multiple very realistic depictions of grief. I’m kinda running out of rambling juice here, so I don’t have much else to add, but it was interesting to see the different facets of loss(I would elaborate on all of them, but I don’t feel like typing up a Spoiler Segment here and it would probably contain mild to moderate spoilers if I did that without warning). It made this a melancholy read, in my opinion.

Overall! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐/5 stars, no doubt :D! (the third book on here to be given a 5-star rating, there to join When The Angels Left The Old Country by Sacha Lamb and The Lesbiana’s Guide To Catholic School by Sonora Reyes!)

Paz, signing off!

(Book trigger/content warnings: Misgendering/deadnaming, mentions of transphobia, mentions of deportation, some instances of experienced racism, grief(loss of a parent), blood and body horror.)

[stillthesunkenstars]

Heyy, I hope it’s ok to send you a message about this and it doesn’t cause more anxiety or anything for you (and feel free to ignore or delete this if you want, that’s totally fine by me). I know I don’t follow your main here, but I do scroll through it every now and I just did that and saw all your posts about leaving tumblr and the BS fandom.

it’s late and past my bedtime and my brain is kinda fried rn, so I hope this comes out the way I want it to, but all I wanted to say is that I’ve loved your art ever since I first saw it and your drawings are a very big reason why I first started messing around with the DWEU/BS myself. I still haven’t been able to read as much BS stuff as I’d like to, but I do plan to do that someday, and the character and her stories have been a really big inspiration to me over the past couple of years. like the way she keeps being a good person and choosing to be kind and loving her friends and trying to hold her family together in spite of everything the universe has throw at her to try to break her down… that’s meant A Lot to me, and I think your posts and artwork were a huge reason for that. like they really kickstarted my interest if that makes sense.

I’m sorry you feel so alone here, and I really hope you have a better time on other social media sites! we all have to do what’s best and healthiest for us, and social media is a thing meant entirely for our own enjoyment, so if you’re not enjoying this place, then definitely don’t feel bad for moving on!

but I don’t ever want to look back and realize that I didn’t tell someone they mattered when they did, so I wanted to send this message to you and say everything I just said. and also that I think your art is amazing, like not just your DW/BS art, but your whole style and everything is so cool and inspiring to me. anyway, yeah I have to go to bed now lol :’) but I hope you have a good time posting on other sites, and maybe I’ll see you there sometime! and thanks so much for all the amazing Brax art you’ve given us, as someone who also cares about that character it’s always made me so happy to know there was someone else out there who cared about him and that I wasn’t the only one. I wish you all the best! ✨🌟

Hey gurt!! Thanks for this message that is so kind of you to say😭😭 leaving tumblr for a while is kinda an impulse decision because for a consecutive week my mom just decided to trigger me about my art unprompted and it made the loneliness I felt because of tumblr worse in a way? But now that I left tumblr for a few days I really do feel much better, I want to return to make drawings for those of u who also enjoys BS but I know making drawings with the intention of ‘feeding’ other people within such a small fandom is what drained me in the first place so I’m hesitant. I’m going to therapy this week to talk about this (and a lot of other things on my mind I’m not only going to go to therapy bc tumblr lol) but if/when I return I must sort out my relationship with this website. I’m not a very nice person I think and I don’t always act rationally here but I want to just. Take a break for a while on tumblr

And YES BS is just such a good piece of media!! Like for all its dysfunctional family shenanigans like everything everyone ever does is out of love mostly… I like brax for the corpse party esque mindgames horror stuff but knowing that before everything he really started his descent into madness wishing the tragedies like what happened on dellah would not fall upon his friends and thus taking the matters into his own hands is just. The road to hell really is paved with good intentions 😭😭 that being said I don’t think I would quit drawing bs art ever because while it is a hyperfixiation it is a genuinely good piece of media that captures my almost every aesthetic.

Genuinely thank you for this message again, I’m very happy to know you enjoyed my art 😭😭

[realpokefarmconfessions]

Anon who sent in the long ask about that bitch back for more! (I should make up a name for myself. *thinks* BabblingBrooke, or BB for short *smiles*)

Okay, I’m taking the piss out of the RP style writing she and her daddy do, one I grew out of at like 14. But I would like to name myself something lol. Also it’s funny she chose that wf name for herself because it’s true. Her shit spreads everywhere very fast and everyone has to run for cover because no one wants to get caught in that mess. She claims she’s no pyromaniac but her presence begs to differ. But I digress.

I agree with the other anon she 100% sent that anon ask in to defend herself. Sounds exactly like her, and you’d know that if you read even a single post from her anywhere. The arrogance. The perpetual victim complex. The fact that both it and she mentions (on her PH journal, natch) she’s been back to PFQ “barely five days.” The stilted language which sounds so fake, like no one speaks the way she does and that’s not a good thing (though she’ll definitely pretend it is. For the sake of her fragile ego). It’s instantly recognizable, which means she can’t hide or disguise herself, and it’s worse she thinks it makes her writing any good. As a writer myself, I can’t stand to read the excepts for her “serious” works. I can separate art from artist, but god her writing is dreadfully dull, and the most painfully pretentious piece of prose I’ve ever had the misfortune to pick up. For someone who claims to read a lot, who was one of those kids who preferred a book to going out to recess (she’s not like those other snot-nosed brat kids, hurrhurr), her prose is dry as SIN.

And she steals, you know? She wrote this Mary Sue Pokémon story on WP (there’s a gym with ALLLL the types, and the main character can understand Pokémon, and has a wonderful relationship with her awesome daddy who’s too obviously an idealized stand-in for her not-so-wonderful dad). And because it’s wattpad, someone commented on nearly every single paragraph and helped her fix a whole bunch of shit. Get rid of superfluous details, fix up her grammar, stop using just past tense Jesus Christ. I’m all for people having fun and it doesn’t have to be good obviously, but for someone who claims she wants to be a writer, would she not use this opportunity to show off her prowess? Unless that’s all she has, in which case... I’m sorry for any future editors.

Anyway, she changed a bunch of things and it read better. No credit to the person who helped her, none whatsoever. In fact, she blocked them! Twice!

Later on made a journal post saying she wanted to unblock them so she could show them how much she’s improved since she actually paid attention to their advices. But Daddy said no, don’t unblock them. See, Daddy decided this person helping her was actively and maliciously criticizing her, you know? And she goes “Oh. Why are people like that? :(” like a pure innocent little angel child who just found out bad things happen in the world. And Daddy tells her they just wanted to put her down and kick her while she’s there, and their words didn’t matter. Despite the fact that she admits they helped her improve her craft, she was actually just fine and perfect and dandy. Coddle coddle daddy’s girl :3 The end! /barf

Also I’m pretty sure she calls herself Wiccan just to be able to claim she’s a witch. They’re not synonymous, but she likes that aesthetic, you know what’m sayin’? That’s the kind of cringe thing she’d do, right alongside having her dad pretend to be her boyfriend (because men were allegedly throwing themselves at her and sending her dick pics. Like? Just block them, you dumbass??) and then having the motherfucking gall to be :surprise Pikachu face: and outright offended when people think they’re incestuous and fucking. How else did she expect that to go down??? You didn’t have to do that when you could just block them?!! Play stupid games, win stupid prizes! Being a furry is one thing. Appropriation is another.

Look. I’m sorry she had a shit life. I’m sorry she’s still having a shit time of it. But she can’t keep playing the perpetual victim and expecting people to believe she’s changed when she clearly hasn’t. When confronted, she just doubles down on the arrogance: putting up those self-righteous quotes about “being mean and picking on someone who’s weaker than you says a lot more about YOU than it does about me! *Hmph!*” and constantly insisting she’s above it all and she’s better than that—all that makes all her “positivity” seem incredibly manufactured. Can’t take her seriously when she’s got that holier-than-thou attitude about her. The only point she’s proving is she’s still a spiteful piece of work. Nothing special, and absolutely nothing new. Same old shit, just different day. She’s just quieter now on the platform where she knows she’s not wanted. She saves all that whining and vitriol for the other site, where she can journal, and no one can call her out on her BS because the shit she spews happened elsewhere. I bet most people don’t even know about her PH journal despite her links.

Whether she finds this on her own because she just can’t help herself, or someone is going to “inform” her about it, either way I hope she read this and takes something away from it. If nothing else, I hope she gets this:

Take your fucking meds while you’re lucky enough to get them because you can’t will away mental illness. We all know your willpower is for shit anyway. How many times have you quit PFQ, said you’re never going to play ever again, only to come crawling back? Stop speaking in absolutes. Stop making promises you can’t keep. Someone calling you out for being an asshole is not “harassment” or “witch-hunting.” You vague and trashtalk all the time, what does that make you?

Being mentally ill or neurodivergent is not a fucking shield for your actions. You can only play the “you’re picking on someone who’s MENTALLY UNWELL!” card for so long until that’s all anyone sees you as, and at that point you can’t get mad at people for doing so. Babygirl you did that to yourself. You’re never just one thing. Hiding behind it will curry you no favors. Look at where you are now, you poor poor perpetual victim. Boo hoo, go cry to daddy, Princess, don’t cry here. (Or however Bender said it in the Breakfast Club!)

Wear your goddamn mask this time so you don’t catch COVID again. Christ on a stick.

Also I hope you’re not a Trump supporter anymore. You were so fucking sure he was in the right. Hope you learned your lesson :)

XO

BB 😘

BB, I HAVE NO WORDS. NONE. I CANNOT!!!!!!!! YOU ALSO REMINDED ME OF SO MUCH I FORGOT ABOUT AND SO MUCH I DIDNT KNOW AND I'M.... 🏆 TAKE THIS

[gen-writes]

Writing and Self Doubt

unfortunately this post is gonna be a little bit of a downer, but i’ve been really struggling with my self image lately (honestly in all areas — physical, mental, creative) and i want to address this in case any of you guys are experiencing something similar.

i feel like writing is romanticized a lot of the time, and for the most part, it’s really not accurate. the hot mug of tea, classical music playing in the background, sitting at your desk in flickering candlelight with a notepad at your side. in reality, that vibe is only matched once in a blue moon for me. 99% of it is me hunched over my computer screen, dehydrated but too into my work to get up and get a drink of water, mumbling to myself like a madman, aaaand…only writing about two sentences an hour.

all jokes aside though, i’ve been stressing about my career path lately. i’ve still got time to figure it out, but i know for an absolute fact that i want to be a published author and it scares me that i can’t guarantee that it’ll happen. what if all of this time and energy and thought that’s going into my book ends up as a finished manuscript gathering dust on a shelf? or worse, what if i give up on it entirely? what if i start querying and never get an agent, or get an agent but never sell my book? what if i’m not good enough?

that’s my biggest writing fear: what if i’m not good enough, and what if i’ll never be good enough?

story time: i was looking through my manuscript today, excited to continue a scene i’ve been working on, but the second i looked at it, i felt like crying. i didn’t like anything i read over. it sounded childish and unprofessional, and immediately a thought popped into my head: “you actually thought this was good?” this story that i’ve spent years putting my heart and soul into just isn’t everything i’d dreamed it would be. sure, some days it is. but other days, it sounds like my writing from five years ago and i doubt that i’ve made any progress.

but here’s the point of all this: i know i want to be a writer. i know i want to be published. no, i can’t guarantee that i’ll make it in traditional publishing, but that’s always been and always will be my dream, so i can’t give up on it just because i feel down. basically, stick to the age-old “if you don’t try, you’ll never know.”

if you’re currently doubting your writing, let me tell you something: it isn’t perfect. neither is mine. honestly, i don’t believe in perfect writing, and i also don’t believe in labeling your work as “not good enough.” not good enough for who? yourself? a publishing agency? a reader? art is and always will be subjective, and sure, there are definitive rights and wrong and goods and bads to the craft, but there’s a mix of all of that in every piece of writing.

i can’t tell you if your writing is publishable, or even if it ever will be. the one thing i can say for certain, though, is that you’ll never get better without practice. that means letting go of the writing romanticization, sitting down with your laptop, and getting to work. it means being your harshest critic while also realizing that your writing doesn’t define your worth and is always improving.

this was more a message to myself than anything. i find it easier to take my own advice when i put it into words, so this was a mouthful lol but thanks for sticking around. keep writing and working hard besties <3

[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

Look out of the nearest window. What do you see? Details, please. well it’s still dark out right now, sunrise isn’t for another hour but I see illuminated in the lampposts our driveway and the silhouettes of his Jeep in front of the house, and our neighbor’s house as well as the outline of her car parked next to hers and her front porch steps

When you think of the word “posh”, what springs to mind? British lol especially skits from Michael McIntyre (brit comedian)

When you have chocolate, do you eat it room temperature? yeah always

Or are you like me and stick the bar into the fridge first? nope only if it’s like chocolate ice cream from the grocery store

What’s the most shocking thing that’s happened in your part of town? umm no idea to be honest? ours is very small and quiet up along the backroads for the most part so anything shocking would be probably be in Reading or surrounding towns

Which brand are your headphones/earbuds? I have a pair of white Apple earphones and yes, with the chord attached 

Do you see planes fly over your house at all? all the time, our small airport is about 5-10 mins down the road so planes and occasional choppers flying overhead pretty low

Are there any constellations you recognize just by looking at them? yeah I always know Orion, I’ve never really gotten how to recognize others but we can see a lot of em here

Which room of your house/apartment do you spend the most time in? living room

Which insect do you find the most beautiful? butterflies, some fuzzy caterpillars too I love the patterns

Did you have crafts/woodwork at school growing up? I had shop once in 6th grade, loved it. I had art class in middle school 7th grade where one of my best girlfriends taught me how to draw basic anime characters and we did paper mache, made a clay pot, did some weaving...

If so, what was the best assignment you did for it? I loved it all, I love art and making things. especially when I learned how to do shading with drawings and oil pastels

Do you have a friend who likes to tell you everything? yeah

What was the last thing you got very excited about? not much lately, it’s been hell breaking loose lately You can go to any city in any country you want. Which city do you go to? London or somewhere in Italy

Do you like gardening? If so, what do you grow? I’ve never done any but I’d love to grow white roses and homegrown veggies and fruits

Do you enjoy puzzle games? If so, which one’s your favourite? yeah, I love crosswords mostly 

Is there a substance you avoid at all costs? If so, what is it and why? I mean I’ve never done any hard drugs and never really even wanted to so...I guess any substance where you’d have to shoot up. I hate needles, I’d never wanna get desperate enough to need to use them on myself constantly

What would you love to live next door to? a liquor store or bar

What gives you nostalgia? lots of things

What’s the best thing about fall? the colors 

What’s the worst thing about fall? certain dates that happen during...

Do you get cold easily? Or are you constantly hot? complete opposite. I’m constantly overheating due to an illness of mine so it’s very hard to deal every day especially with certain temperatures 

When you think of a classy drink, what comes to mind first? martini

Do you prefer eating out or cooking your own meals? eating out, I can’t cook 

Which language do you think is the most complicated to learn? every language has it’s difficulties so any of em

Is there a place that you might call your second home? his arms

How do you imagine your later life to look like? no fucking clue anymore...

What is a job you would never in a million years want to do? ask Mike Jobs lol there’s a show specifically to answer this 

Is there a piece of jewelry that you feel naked without? my engagement ring

Do you ever “go commando”? yeah sometimes

Do you ever try to make words out of number sequences you see? no

What’s the sweetest thing someone’s done for you? loved me...

Which wild animals are a common sight in your area? what isn’t, actually? lol we have a lot of wildlife and cattle around here given the farmlands...it’s PA, man. 

What’s the weirdest building in your city? the Pagoda given the design but it’s beautiful, especially at night with the red lights lit up 

How do you keep in touch with friends usually? texting/messaging

Do you get a lot of visitors? not a soul

Do you recognize friends’/family’s vehicles by sound? in the past one or two yeah, but right now my fiance’s Jeep. always.

Which Disney villain is your favourite? Scar

On a regular day, what do you usually do at 3 o'clock in the afternoon? if I’m not dozing, usually watching tv and scrolling on my phone

What’s something new you’ve just recently learned? not sure

Which possession would you not want to inherit from a relative? their reputation.

What is something you would never dare to do in public? anything that draws attention to me

Would you/ did you have a hen night/bachelorette party? haven’t gotten there yet, still haven’t been able to even plan the wedding...somewhere down the line maybe

Has anyone taken you on holiday somewhere? If so, where? yeah, my fiance to VA back in 2016 to where he was stationed while in the Navy and back in 2021 to LA I got to go on a work trip with him finally since I never can otherwise

Have you taken somebody on holiday? If so, where did you taken them? no I don’t have the money

Who do you see as an iconic star? too many to list

Have you ever been to a vineyard? yeah

Are there any swans around where you live? I haven’t seen any but who knows, possibly

Does anyone in your inner circle struggle with addiction? try my entire family, including myself

Has anyone told you lately that you have a nice smile? nope and I never believe it or see it when they do

How did you spend your last birthday? was just three weeks ago and spent it here alone...DoorDashed myself a nice steak dinner from Outback, that’s it..

[survey--s]

346.

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? It depends on the type of cereal lol. I don’t like too much milk or it goes soggy, but if I keep it too dry I can’t eat it either. 2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintry day? Yeah, I love it as long as it’s not raining too. 3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? I just fold the corners over which is apparently some kind of book sin, lol. 4: how do you take your coffee/tea? I like both with milk and sugar. 5: are you self-conscious of your smile? I wouldn’t say I was self-conscious as such, I just don’t like it lol.

6: do you keep plants? No. 7: do you name your plants? .... 8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? I don’t really use art to express my feelings. 9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? Yeah, I do it all the time, especially in the car or the shower, or when I’m doing various bits of housework too. 10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? On my side mostly, but sometimes I wake up on my back too. 11: what’s an inside joke you have with your friends? Nothing is coming to mind right now. 12: what’s your favorite planet? Saturn. 13: what’s something that made you smile today? Uhhh. lol. Not much. I woke up with horrendous stomach cramps and I’ve been sore and tired ever since. At least I don’t have to work though. 14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Open-plan, lots of plants and bookshelves, big windows. Lots of comfortable furniture and fairy lights all over the place. Cosy but modern. 15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! There are more trees on earth than there are stars in the Milky Way. 16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? I’m not really a massive fan of pasta but a well-made spaghetti bolognese is never going to be a problem. 17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I’m happy with it being my natural colour for now. 18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. Uhh, nothing is coming to mind, but lots of my friends are new and they don’t really know anything about my past. 19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it? This is it, lol. 20: what’s your favorite eye color? Green. I LOVE green eyes. 21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. I don’t really have a favourite one. 22: are you a morning person? As long as I’ve had enough sleep, I love mornings. 23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have zero obligations? Sleep in late, breakfast in bed, walk the dog if needed, then either hang out at home and watch TV/movies, or go to the pub for lunch and just enjoy not having to rush anywhere. 25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? I don’t break into places. 26: what are the shoes you’ve had forever and wear with every single outfit? My black flats. I’ve had them almost four years but they’re probably not going to make it another summer which sucks as they’re SO comfy. 27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? Spearmint. 28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset. 29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? Suzanne calls her dog a potato when he’s naughty lol. It just makes me smile so much as it’s so cute and innocent sounding ha. When he’s good he gets called a pudding LOL. 30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Yeah, a few times. 31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? I hate socks and only wear them when I have to. I have white trainer socks and then coloured socks for boots etc. 32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. Nothing in particular, just clubbing or walking home drunk etc. 33: what’s your fave pastry? Pain au chocolat or cinnamon swirls. 34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I had loads but my favourite was a white rabbit called Beauty. She had a pink ribbon and pink toe beans. I got her in Canada and I remember crying on the plane home as a little girl sitting near us wanted to keep her lol. I don’t know what happened to her though, I suspect she ended up in the charity shop or donated to a friend. 35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I used to be absolutely obsessed with stuff like that but I don’t really have much need for it these days as everything is digital. I still love looking at cute notebooks and stuff though. 36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? Something relaxed - maybe Mumford and Sons? 37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? Clean and tidy. Mess really stresses me out and it doesn’t help that Mike would live in a hovel if he could lol. 38: tell us about your pet peeves! Drivers who don’t use their turn signals, slow drivers who don’t allow you to overtake, people who don’t put dirty dishes in the sink and dog owners who let their dogs run up to mine when mine are on lead. 39: what color do you wear the most? Black. 40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s its story? does it have any meaning to you? My wedding ring and well, it’s the symbol of my marriage? lol. 41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? I just finished Looking Glass by Christina Henry. I loved it as the second “Alice” book of hers was really difficult to finish lol. 42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! Yeah, it’s small with slate floors, hand-carved wooden benches and open fires. It also has a lovely garden in the summer and it’s dog-friendly. Everything is made fresh on site too. 43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Mike. 44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? The whole of the last two weeks lol. It makes such a difference being on holiday and not having to rush around like crazy all day.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Yes. 46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. I saw a pun competition and entered 10 puns. I hoped to win, but no pun in ten did. 47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Anything that involves hunting and killing endangered animals. 48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Bears and no, I can’t say they’re something I ever worry about lol. 49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I haven’t bought anything like that for years. 50: what’s an odd thing you collect? Uhh, I don’t think I collect anything weird.

[nanalikessurveys]

The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner?

Yeah, I use conditioner almost always. If I’m in a hurry I might skip it.

Do you prefer light or dark jeans? Dark jeans always.

When you listen to music, do you generally sing along, or just listen? I never sing along, I lipsync or just listen. 

Do you have any of your exes as friends on Facebook? I’m not on Facebook.

Who was your first love? Do you ever miss that person? My boyfriend when I was 19? I think? He and our memories together cross my mind every now and then but I don’t miss him like that.

How many cars are parked at your house right now? I live in an apartment building and there’s a lot of cars parked on the parking lot.

Do you have any Italian ancestry? Most likely no.

Do you prefer water to be ice cold or at room temperature? Ice cold water. I can’t drink room temperature water.

Has anyone ever told you you’re a control freak? No.

Do you know anyone who has gone missing? If so, were they ever found? I had to think for a few seconds before answering because I once had a dream of my aunt going missing and I was like wait did it actually happen or no? hahahahha but no, luckily no one I know has ever gone missing.

What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? I once ordered something from a restaurant which turned out to be really really hot (at least for my standards, I can’t tolerate spicy food) and sadly I couldn’t finish my meal. I don’t remember what it was though since it was long ago.

Do you need to talk to someone? Not right now.

Is something confusing you at the moment? Nah.

When was the last time you had a real deep chat? Maybe a few weeks ago when I was visiting my friend. She was telling me about her current hardships so we started to chat about it.

Who did you last see on webcam? My doctor when we still had to have our doctor’s meetings via webcam.

What’s your best friend’s pet’s name(s)? She doesn’t have any pets.

Have you ever taken a picture while laying in the grass? Not that I remember.

Who’s your favorite Disney character? I have no clue. I’m not a big fan of Disney.

Have you ever deliberately tried to get someone drunk? Nope lol.

When was the last time you used a pay phone and who were you calling? I’ve never used one.

Do you like being kissed on the neck? Yess please.

Have you ever had sex with someone you weren’t dating (but had feelings for) in the hopes that they would ask you out later? No.

What’s the most you would be willing to spend on a good bra? Maybe 40e or so?

Do you have any of your teachers’ personal cell phone numbers saved in your contacts list? Nope, I don’t think any teachers give their personal phone numbers to students here.

Do you ever stalk peoples’ personal blogs, even if you don’t know them very well? I don’t know anyone who has a tumblr blog so if I’ve ever stalked someone then it’s someone I don’t know.

What’s one thing about today’s generation that you just can’t stand? Some trends on tiktok can be awful. And pranks that are just plain rude and evil.

Be honest: how do you feel about abortion? I’m pro-choice.

Is there anyone you currently want to reach out to? Nope, I’m good.

What is your favorite piece of art you own? Hmm, I don’t know. I have some great pieces at my home but I’m not sure which would be my favorite. I like all of them.

What’s the one thing you apologized for this month? For zoning out while my mother was talking to me lol.

My favorite color is ______? Purple or green.

I wish I had _____? More money and the ability to save money.

What did you buy today? Nothing too much. I woke up, made some breakfast, watched netflix, made lunch and now I’m doing this.

What made you pick up the last book you started reading? I had it recommended to me.

What about your life concerns you the most? My future for sure. It’s been causing me major panic for the past couple years now and I feel like it’s getting worse.

What do you find particularly offensive? Would you say you’re easy or difficult to offend? I’m not super easily offended but I might get offended if someone insults something that’s really close to my heart. Or something that I’ve struggled with, like someone undervaluing my life’s hardships or problems.

What was the last series you finished watching? Do you have any plans to begin another? I first finished Breaking Bad at the end of last year. I loved it so much that I rewatched the whole show a few months later haha. Now I started to watch Better Call Saul in May I think, and I love that one too. I’m on season 3 now (because I’m slow.)

What is one way in which you are different from a year ago? What is one way in which you are still the same? Last summer was the worst time of my life so, I’m happier now. January-april this year was kind of awful as well but I’ve managed to get over that for now. Can’t wait for my next breakdown :(

If you could learn about anything without the stress of grades or cost, what kind of classes would you take? I'd go study criminology. If I also had the brains for that.

Name a song you’ve listened to today? Can I by Tedy

When you were younger, did you have a swing set or a playhouse in your backyard? I’ve always lived in an apartment building so we never had our own yard. But the community yard or whatever had a swing set, which is where I spent many hours.

Is your mall nice? We have more than one mall here. But yeah I like them.

Do you have a Sonic near you? If so, what’s your favorite drink from there? No.

Will you be voting in the presidential elections next time around? Yes, it’ll be my first actually because I didn’t vote the last time even though I was old enough.

How do you feel about chocolate-covered strawberries? I want some now :(

Did you ever stop having feelings for someone and then started having those feelings again for them? No.

Do you hate the last guy you had a thing with? Nope, haven’t even seen him in years.

To whom did you last give the finger? Idk, I don’t really do that.

What was the last musical instrument played in your presence? A piano. My sister was performing at a local piano concert so I was there to watch it.

Do you like sprinkles on your ice cream? I don’t really see the point of it since they don’t really taste like anything, so I’d rather not have them.

Honestly, have you ever crashed a party before? No.

Do you know how to do the moon walk? Somewhat.

Has anybody ever told you that you have a good singing voice? Nope. because I don’t have a nice voice.

Onion rings or french fries? French fries. Don’t like onion rings.

Has anybody ever described you as a heart breaker? Nope.

Has anybody ever told you that you talk too fast? Haha yes. I’m the fastest walker among everyone I know.

Who is the best cook that you know? My dad is really good.

Which meal throughout the day do you skip the most? Maybe lunch. I usually eat all meals so it’s hard to say for certain.

What’s the largest amount that you can juggle at one time? Is it juggling if it only involves 2 objects?

What was your favorite thing to go on at the playground as a kid? The swing set. I would go to our yard and swing on them for over an hour. I would just let me imagination flow and think about everything while swinging. Kind of like traveling in a car, it’s relaxing and you can just think about everything for hours without getting bored.

Do you know how much you weighed at birth? How much? About 3000g, I was pretty tiny.

Which aspect of your daily routine takes the most time? What do you do? Uhh laying on bed and watching youtube these days. As sad as it sounds.

Do you enjoy buying gifts for others, or could you do without this? I like buying gifts for others. But the worst part is trying to think what I should buy. I tend to overthink it a lot and always just assume they won’t like anything I buy.

What is one thing you are expected to do, if anything? Umm I’m not sure.

How do you tend to view driving? Monotonous or entertaining? I don’t have my licence because I don’t need it. I would find driving pretty scary tbh.

Do you enjoy talking about music with others? Not really tbh. I don’t find it that interesting.

Is acting something you enjoy? No.

When do you feel most accomplished? After doing something I’ve been meaning to do for ages.

Do you think Manwich is amazing or completely gross? I don’t know what it is.

How many best friends do you have? One.

Are you a smoker, drinker, pothead or none of the above? I'm none of the above. I drink once in a blue moon but that’s it.

If you have your ears pierced, when did you get them pierced? I had my first ones done when I was like 9 or 10.

Do you own any exercise machines? Not any machines. But I have some equipment like resistance bands, dumbbells, pilates blocks etc.

On Facebook, do you have people listed as your siblings who aren’t really your siblings? I’m not on Facebook.

Have you ever drawn or painted a self-portrait? Yeah a few times. I should try again some day, it’s been a while.

Who was your last voicemail from? I don’t get voicemails.

Have you ever been falsely accused of something serious? Nope. Gladly not.

Did you ever set up a lemonade stand when you were a kid? Uhh no.

When was the last time you spoke to someone in a different language? Different than my own language? I guess when I was visiting my best friend we sometimes like to say some words or sayings in English.

Have you ever received an anonymous gift? No.

Have you ever camped out somewhere for an event the next day? No, I wouldn’t do that haha, I don’t even like camping.

When were you the saddest in your life? Summer 2021 and the beginning of 2022.

Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? I haven’t been in one and I also don’t know anyone who is.

If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? I have an older sister but she still lives with our mom since she’s disabled and can’t really live fully on her own. She’s looking for a place now which offers some sort of support or help to the residents. I moved out to live alone in 2019 when I was about to turn 21.

Have you ever gotten searched by the cops? Nope.

Do you like fried rice? Yesss, i love it.

What was the last thing you drank? I made an iced americano. So that one.

[twopoppies]

Hi! I hope it’s not too annoying of a request but I was wondering if you or your followers can think of any fics that are kinda inspiring academically, especially regarding British literature, if that makes sense? I just finished rereading Come As You Are and every time I read it, it motivates me to read more and practice my writing because I want to be more like Harry from that fic hahaha and I’m looking for more fics which evoke this feeling since I’m starting my masters in October and I need all the help I can get. Thank you so much! (I absolutely love your master post and its my go to couple times a week!)

Hi sweetheart. Hmmm... I just reblogged my Dark Academia fic rec, but other than that I think it would be fics where one or the other are writers/poets etc. Not all of these are heavy on the writing/poetry, but they're all great fics.

Make Your Words A Weapon by @helloamhere (E, 36K) I recently read this a second time and it’s even better than I remembered. I love everything this author writes. This one just really hit me hard for whatever reason. Maybe it’s the way they explore Louis’ anxiety and coping mechanisms and pain and the way he pushes people away and protects himself, but also wants someone to push back just a bit and love him despite all of that. And the way Harry is the perfect foil for all of it, while also feeling like a fully developed character himself. Yeah, it’s probably all of that. Plus soul marks! (Musician Harry/Music Journalist Louis)

Our Lives, Non Fiction by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 114K) this is, quite literally, the best fic I’ve read in years. It’s so well written, clever, funny, emotional, and sexy. Its draw you in immediately and you’ll end up falling in love with these characters before you know it. Don’t miss this one. Harry and Louis are both authors.

An Invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon / @twopoppies (E, 45K) this one is mine, I hope you like it:

Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn’t ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son.

The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about. Farmer Harry / author Louis

Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo (E, 115K) Beautifully written, flawed characters and an emotionally engaging and ANGSTY plot. Super hot smut that made me cry like a fool. Banter, OT5 friendship, and the gritty realness of New York as a backdrop. Loved this one. Artist Harry / Author Louis

where your lips land by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite (E, 12K) Ok, I’ve recommended this one a few times and I really do love it. Anyway, I love fics where the two of them are both artists of some sort (Louis is a poet in this one, Harry is a photographer) because it allows for another layer of understanding and connection and support. I particularly love the way Louis’ tattoos are woven into this story with layered meaning. And, as always, just beautiful writing.

you’re writing lines about me by snazzyasalways (T, 4K) This is gorgeously written on that Dreamy, poetic style I happen to love. Louis is a blind poet, Harry is a baker, Harry falls in love with Louis’ words, then with him.

another hazy may by deLILah (M, 41K) Another author who writes great fic after great fic. This one has that dreamy quality I love and there’s also something about it that, at times, reminds me of a little bit of a Raymond Chandler novel. I know that’s weird...but, yeah, it does. Anyway, I love this one. Such a good read.

I would name the stars for you (I would take you there) by orphan_account (M, 91K) This is just beautifully written. Angst. Mutual pining. Dumb boys. Beautiful descriptions of art and creativity and fame and beautiful poetry.

Little Technicolor Things by scary_crow (M, 72K) This is truly one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have ever read and it is an absolutely travesty that it’s not being talked about every day. This fic is gorgeous and poetic and romantic and heartbreaking and an explosion of metaphoric images and everything I never knew I needed but now that I have it I want to read it over and over and over.

But If This Ends by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense (E, 107K) This author referred to this fic as their “depressed vampire” fic while they were writing, and it is that. But it’s also a unique story with beautifully fleshed out characters, plot twists, and super hot smut. Go check it out! Vampire Harry / Writer Louis

24K Magic by @justalittlelouislove (E, 33K) FINALLY a category in which I can rec this author! I love everything they write, but this was the first one I’d read and it’s just great. Smooth dialogue, sexy smut, great description of character growth…just a really fun fic.

the best part of me (was always you) by @moonshinelouis-archive (E, 6K) Gorgeous writing. The descriptions of heartbreak and missing someone and still loving them were really well done. And I cried. Of course.

'Sup by MediaWhore (GA, 7K) Divorced, awkward Harry pining for silver fox Louis is a trope I never knew I needed, but I love it so much.

I Will Never Rust by stylez (E, 38K) I must have read this at least 5 years ago and I honestly don’t remember details, but my notes say “gorgeous, sad, sexy” so... I’m crossing my fingers that old me knew what she was talking about. It’s frat boy Harry so that could go either way. LOL! Student/Poet Harry.

Loyal Knight and True by rainbowninja167 / (E, 52K) Really original story, mystery and magic, great characterizations. All around a very good read!

Turning Page by purpledaisy (M, 68K) This author does a wonderful job with their characterizations which makes their fics such a pleasure to read. This one really has you rooting for curmudgeonly Louis and skittish/secretive Harry to figure their shit out and fall in love. If you like this one, make time to read this author’s fic, Walk That Mile – it’s one of my all time favorites. Sports journalist Louis.

Black with Autumn Rain by Whimsicule (T, 93K) This author is a favorite. If you like intense, creative stories, with complex characters and tight dialogue, you should read all of their fics. This one has the flavor of a Daphne du Maurier novel – dark, creepy, and moodily romantic. Plus a supernatural edge. It’s so good. Journalist Harry.

That Sounds Fake But Okay by dancingontheceiling (E, 113K) This one has a little bit of everything: Enemies to lovers, fake relationship, famous/not famous... plus, really good writing and some sexy smut scenes. Actor Louis / journalist Harry.

Sing When You're Winning by hazmesentir (NR, 91K) another one I read ages ago, but I always like this author’s writing and the premise of newly out footballer Louis and journalist intern Harry who somehow snags the interview, is such a fun one. And I don’t know why it has an NR rating, there’s plenty of smut.

feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright (M, 123K) I read this one so, so long ago that all I remember is that I loved it, that there’s some really romantic and sweet moments, and that my notes from way back when only say, “OMG this one is so good! And I’ve barely gotten to the smut!” HAHAHAHA! Journalist Harry/prince Louis (this fic has been deleted, so the link is to a download).

[xtinyaurora]

Oh my gosh thank you for doing my ask. Reading Seonghwaart was soooo satisfying. Can you do y/n doesn't believe that they're sexually attractive, so Ateez proves to them that they are (sexually). Please and thank you 😊 ☺ ❤

Ateez reaction: Their Y/N doesn’t believe that they’re {sexually} attractive

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut & fluff

➼ pairing: Ateez x female!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, spanking, mentions of scars & stretch marks, pet names, daddy kink / sie kink, nudes, reader kinda puts themself down, anal sex, chocking, oral sex, breeding kink (?)...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby, so read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: I hope I wrote this the way you wanted... Also, if anyone’s interested in a male version, let me know! All gif credits go to their owners!

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Park Seonghwa

You were standing Infront of the mirror, looking at your naked body, which was still a bit wet from the shower you took a few minutes ago. You were ashamed to say the least. You couldn’t understand what exactly Seonghwa found attractive about your body. You wanted to look good for him but you’re just a flat piece of a human being. As you were starting to build tears in your eyes, your boyfriend walked into your shared bedroom. „What’s wrong, baby?” He knew what was up, it’s not the first time he caught you crying over yourself. You shook your head not wanting to talk about it and grabbing your towel to cover yourself up. Hwa breathed out loudly, shaking his head. He then pulled the towel away, ignoring your protests. „Do you see this?” He grabbed your tits, slowly massaging them. „Do you see how perfect these are, how well they fit into my hands.” Then his head made its way to your right breast. He slowly started licking your nipple, it immediately getting hard. Out of nowhere he slapped your left breast with one of his hands. „You like that?” You silently nodded your head, a scoff left Seonghwas mouth. „Fucking shit you’re so hot. You don’t understand how you make me feel. How those pretty little tits could make me cum just from touching and slapping them like that, fuck.” Seonghwa then roughly threw you on the bed and started to undress himself...

Kim Hongjoong

„Say it, baby, come on.” You tried to get your breathing under control but Hongjoongs speed was too fast, the pleasure too much to take. „I - I, agh!” You couldn’t stop screaming moaning. „I know you can do it, come on.” His hips started to move faster than before, making it harder for you. You were so overwhelmed that tears started to form in your eyes. „I can’t-t.” A hard smack landed on your ass. „Yes you can and now say it!” Yelled your boyfriend from behind. He harshly pulled you up by grabbing your throat, making you face both of you in the mirror. „Tell me beautiful, tell me how breathtaking you look, I know you can do that for me, baby. Show daddy how much of a good girl you are.” You squeezed your eyes together, forcing those words out of your mouth. „I am beautiful.” Hongjoongs grip on your throat got stronger. „Open your eyes, princess.” You did what he said and opened your eyes, almost reaching your high. „J-Joong, I think I-.” „No, the fuck not. You’re not going to cum until you do what I asked you to.” You closed your eyes again, god. Hongjoong movements completely stopped, making you whine out loudly. „Look at yourself.” You pulled your eyebrows up, eyes getting rounder. „Do it!” Damn boy, chill out. As your were looking at yourself, Hongjoong slowly pulled out of you. Another whine left your mouth, not going unnoticed by him. „Look at this pretty pussy, all wet and all mine. Men, am I lucky. Oh and... those beautiful tits, this fucking cute ass, my god I am about to lose my shit. How am I so lucky to have all of this? I love you so fucking much Y/N. Don’t worry though, I will show you how beautiful you are. You wanna these tits to be bigger? Oh, don’t worry, can do that for you. I can’t wait to get you pregnant, you will look so beautiful with a round belly, fuck.”

Jeong Yunho

You two were currently play fighting over some food. Both of you thought it would be a good idea to visit the park and have a picnic today, since it’s finally warm and sunny again. You didn’t notice how far your skirt actually went up, when you jumped on your boyfriend. It wasn’t that short of a skirt, it covered more than 60% of your legs but it was loose, so it was easy to raise up. When Yunho gave you a smack on your ass, you were fast to sit back and pull it down again. Yunho looked at you questioning, you only shaking your head, hiding face. „Was that too much?” You immediately assured him that it wasn’t about that slap on your ass. „Then what’s wrong?” Again, you shook your head. The male then grabbed your face, making you look at him. „Baby, tell me.” You moved his hands from your face, lowering your gaze. „I just don’t feel comfortable with showing myself off, you know, my legs could be seen when I jumped on you.” When you looked back up to see his reaction, a smile was placed on his face. „Honey, you’re beautiful. Those pretty legs would turn on every men, no, even girls. You don’t know how much I wanna grab them and pull you over me, so you can ride my hard ass cock.” Your eyes torn open, a blush creeping on your face. A loud laugh left Yunho’s mouth, him staring to eat again as of nothing happened.

Kang Yeosang

When you read the massage your boyfriend sent you just a few seconds ago, you almost spitted out your drink. Now you had an incoming call... „Uhm, hello?” Silence. Then you heard heavy breathing. „Baby, please. I need you to do that for me, I can’t take it anymore, I need to release.” You didn’t know what to say, only blushing more. „Yeosang, you know how I feel about my body, I can’t jus-“ „Baby, don’t you understand that I need that beautiful hot body to cum? That you turn me on that much, that I only need to see you to cum. Fuck, please princess I need you. Please send me some nudes, it hurts. I promise once I get home, I will reward you, hm? How does that sound?” You nodded your head, even tho you knew he couldn’t see you. „Sounds Good.” A load moan left his mouth. „That’s my good little girl, now make daddy happy and take your close off so he can see those beautiful small tits, yea?” You bit bottom lip. „Yes, sir.”

Choi San

A loud whistle was heard when you walked into the living room. When you looked at the male, he bit his lip. „Damn, baby, look at those curves. Shit, come here, I wanna smack that ass.” You only stood there, shocked. San then raised one of his eyebrows. „What? Can’t I touch my girlfriend now?” You shook your head. San looked as if he got offended by that. „Oh? Why is that?” You now shrugged with your shoulders. „Don’t you want to use that pretty mouth of yours, baby? Talk to me.” He now stood up and made his way to you. When he reached you, he slung his arms around you waist, face just a few inches away from yours. „Not listening to me? I guess you wanna use that beautiful mouth of yours for something else’s then, huh?” Now you started smirking, kinda enjoyed where’s this is going. This was way better then going out for a fancy dinner with the boys. Don’t get me wrong, you loved the boys, but you didn’t feel comfortable and confident enough to go out with that dress, San bought you for this dinner. „Look at you, so beautiful. Even my friends want to have you and fuck your pretty pussy. They wanna grab this fat ass and smack it, want to cum on your pretty body. Oh how bad for them that they could never have you, you’re all mine, this pretty body is all mine.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi! You can’t just walk in like that.” His eyes went big. „Why not, I am your boyfriend?” His innocent voice made you melt, he’s so cute. You turned around, hiding your body from him. „I know that, but you know how I feel about myself. I am ashamed.” His eyes got even rounder. „Even if it’s me? I thought you feel comfortable with me. Did I do something wrong? Oh my god I make you uncomfortable. What do I do?! I shoul-„ „No Mingi. It’s not that... it’s just... never mind.” You kept on cleaning yourself, trying to ignore him. You heard the sound of a belt and clothes moving. When you turned to look what he was up to, you directly looked into your boyfriends eyes. He smiled at your surprised expression and leaned further into you. „Mingi, I-“ You got interrupted by a kiss. Soon, the kiss got more intense, both of you starting to touch each other’s body’s. Mingi broke the kiss, giving you time to breath. „You know Y/N, I know it might take some time until you understand that but you’re the most stunning human I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And you know those scars and marks on your body? They are just as beautiful. They make you unique, it’s just like art. I love you, you and every tiny bit of your beautiful 'flaws'. Please never forget that baby.“ You were on the verse of tears, like damn, you love that boy so much. A smile was sitting on both of your faces, you leaning back in to continue your make out session.

Jung Wooyoung

He slowly placed soft his kisses down your tummy. When he bit into one of your belly roles (is that even the correct word? lol), you immediately scolded him for that. „But it’s cute.” You rolled your eyes. „No, Woo, it’s not cute. Please stop.” He chuckled at your reaction, still thinking it’s cute. „Okay, cry baby.“ He then kept on kissing your tummy, started to go further down towards your core. „Woo...” You couldn’t really make out if you were warning him or were asking for more, either way, he kept going and pulled your PJ pants & panties down. Now, he had a perfect look of your stretch marks. You tried to hide them by placing your hands on top of them but Wooyoung slapped them away. „Ouch!” He didn’t gave a fuck, honestly. „Move, I wanna look at those sexy stretch marks. Damn, this is all mine.” You got a hard slap on your left thigh, letting out a moan, your boyfriend only smirking a smirk by that. „Like that, huh? Lemme eat you out then.” He gave you another slap, this time on your clit. I guess, what he wants, he gets?

Choi Jongho

„Jongho, no.” He kept pulling you on himself. „Hey, don’t worry, baby. Did you already forget how strong I am?” He let out a cute chuckle, making you smile but it soon vanished out of your face again. Jongho wanted you to ride his face but you felt uncomfortable with that idea. Your were too heavy, at least in your own opinion. Jongho always told you that you’re beautiful the way you are and that he loved you no matter what. He also always assured you that you aren’t heavy and even if, he could handle it, since he was a strong guy. Still, you were too scared of hurting him. Jongho assured you that he would be fine and would stop if you don’t like it, so you made your way above his face, slowly sinking down. You immediately let out a soft moan when his tongue met your cunt. After some time he told you to move, your fear of hurting him rising again. „Princess, don’t worry. You did so good till now, I know you can do even better. Come on, ride my face, cupcake.” You closed your eyes and started to move slowly. While so, Jongho kept on praising you from time to time, you growing more confided by that. You soon reached your high, making a mess all over your boyfriends face. Jongho licked you clean until every drop was gone. You then stood up and checked on him, he giving you a proud smile. „I knew you could do it, I am so proud of you! We need do this more often tho, that was freaking hot.”

[withcolebrock]

I Drew That

Corpse Husband x fem!reader

Summary: Corpse finds out that Y/N has a drawing of him as her background

Warnings: swearing :)

Word Count: 1,818

Author’s Note: I’ve spent weeks trying to write this piece :/ I just couldn’t find a way to make it how I wanted it if that makes sense but I tried my best. This idea was very cute because I can totally see this happening lol. Especially with like the whole flirty voice thing Corpse has been doing with like Brentman and like James and stuff haha. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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Tonight was one of the many nights that she was playing Among Us. It had taken over her life, a flood of success followed her once she had played with Sean and Felix. She had gained over two hundred thousand subscribers on her YouTube channel. It had changed her life for the better, in many ways.

For the last three rounds, it had been strict imposter wins. Felix won two of those. Everyone was shocked when it was him the second time, Felix was getting great at the game. The group then decided to switch lobbies because Felix was throwing a fit about getting imposter too much. It was the usual group of Felix, Sean, Poki, Rae, Sykkuno, Leslie, Toast, Dave, Corpse, and Y/N.

Over the last few months everyone in the group had gotten a lot closer. Especially Corpse and Y/N. After the first time they played together, a lobby Sean had created, they had talked for hours after the first game they played. This had continued almost every time they had played  Most of the time, Corpse would be editing his videos while talking with her. It calmed him as he worked. She would be working on her art or scrolling through Pinterest or Tumblr.

They had even FaceTimed several times, where Corpse revealed his face to her. He made a big deal out of it, saying a whole monologue before he turned the camera to his face. She followed in pursuit being very dramatic as well. Whenever they would talk he would play her his music, waiting to see if she liked it. She loved any song he put out, despite it not being her usual music taste.

One night she was scrolling through Tumblr and found an artist who was drawing Among Us players with their little characters. One particular character made her smile and her heart flutter slightly. It was an amazing drawing of Corpse and his little character sitting on his shoulder. It was an art style she was familiar with, she loved supporting smaller artists. It was the cutest thing she has ever seen. Weirdly, it perfectly described him. She loved it so much, she decided to keep it as her phone Wallpaper.

The round started on Mira, where Y/N was a crewmate again. Throughout the whole night, she still hasn’t gotten imposter. “Dammit,” she groaned at the screen. She stood still at the start of the map, waiting to see if anyone would fake tasks at the start. Everyone ran off, not doing them. She quickly followed.

After a long thirty seconds lights get shut off. She ignores the emergency and continues doing her tasks, she stood by the vending machine when Felix killed her. “It’s fucking Felix again!” she leaned back in her chair groaning. She covered her face with her hands. “He’s gotta stop killing me first,” she shook her head. She tried to hide how annoyed she was.

Her body was called by Poki, she was the only dead one. “Oh my god,” Poki said once the screen popped up.

“Y/N no!” Rae yelled, “You guys, she’s died first the last three rounds,”

“Wait really? Oh Jesus, sorry Y/N,” Sykkuo said, a breathy laugh leaving his lips.

“I’ll protect you next round, Y/N, I promise,” Corpse said. Y/N tried to hide her smile and the heat rushing to her cheeks.

“We’ll avenge you, Y/N!” Sean yelled. Soon after everyone grieved her death they began asking each other where they were. Everyone had a solid alibi making it impossible for them to figure out who did it.

“Guys, guys, Y/N died first the last three rounds right?” Toast started, everyone hummed, “Who was imposter these past few rounds?” he explained. Everyone gasped.

“You really think I would kill her first three rounds in a row?” Felix tried to defend himself as the voting time clock turned red.

“You’ve done it twice already!” Sean yelled, voting Felix. Felix was saved since half of the group skipped. She floated around the map trying to get her tasks done quickly so she could talk to her chat without holding back the rest of the group.

She glanced towards her chat, reading a few questions, she shifted her gaze to the game and thought about the questions. “I’ve been working on a cute little animation for you guys, I might do another art stream with you guys. Only if you guys want it, of course.” she read through a few more questions while answering them, while she waited for the meetings to end.

Once all of her tasks were done, she began to talk about her art and fanart. “Yeah, there’s an artist on Tumblr, they are amazing, they deserve so much more recognition,”  she explained as she showed them her lock screen with the drawing of Corpse; without thinking about her chat being curious as to why it was him. Turning her phone back towards her, her eyes widened as realization dawned on her.

The chat began to flood in with questions, begging Y/N to tell them why she had Corpse’s drawing as her background. She chose to ignore the question and continue talking about her own art and showing fan art. Despite trying to change the subject, she sighed dramatically. “Chat, there’s no reason why Corpse’s character is my background, the artist is just good, stop talking about it,” she giggled as the victory screen popped up on her screen.

“Felix what the fuck!” she unmuted in discord. He began laughing as he began to defend his actions. “No, no it doesn’t matter if I know your liar voice, Felix-” After about five minutes of everyone talking the next round started. She was a crewmate again, “I feel like I’m bugged,” she groaned as she started running around doing her tasks. Corpse’s little black character was following her.

“Looks like I got myself a little body guard,” she smiled as she spoke. They walked passed the medbay room, as Corpse moved his character dramatically. She rolled her eyes as they both walked into the medbay room. She didn’t have medbay, but she sat waiting for Corpse to finish. They continued doing tasks together until a body was called. It was Sean’s.

“Y/N’s cleared I was with her the entire time,” Corpse said confidently into his mic. She said the same about him. Poki was acting a little weird during the call, which made Y/N a little suspicious of her.

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When the lights were shut off Corpse was killed by Poki, and he groaned as his body was killed immediately. Poki called out Y/N right away, saying that she was with Corpse the whole time. Corpse glanced towards his chat, finally able to try and read everything everyone was saying. His eyes lit up as he saw her name flash the screen several times.

One person kept spamming the chat saying, Y/N’s has your Among Us character as her background, he smiled as he read it. He knew exactly what the picture was, “Oh really?” he hummed as he continued reading. Everyone was saying how nervous she got when they kept asking her about it. He pressed his lips together nervously. He decided to drop it for now, but he was curious. He looked back up to the screen and began to listen to what was happening during the meeting.

“...You really think I would spend this whole game marinating Corpse for me to kill him in front of Poki? What about that double kill that happened, there was no way I would’ve done that if I was with him.” Y/N explained, over Poki trying to defend herself.

“I think she’s got it guys,” It was down to Toast, Y/N, Sykkuno, and Poki. Everyone quickly voted for Poki. The Victory screen popped up. “I knew you had it, Y/N,” Corpse said as everyone started shouting into the discord.

After a few minutes of them discussing the round, they decided to switch over to Polius. “Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?” Corpse asked, the group quickly went quiet.

“Sure,” she giggled.

“My chat keeps saying you have my character as your phone background, is that true?” he asked, teasingly. He smiled widely. The entire group started cheering while teasing Y/N and Corpse.

Her mouth dropped open as she tried to find a way to explain it, “Well, uh,” she cleared her throat, “I do actually, it was great art, what was I supposed to do?” she laughed.

“Oooo, someone has a little crush,” Sean teased, Felix quickly joined. The rest of the group was simply laughing along. Corpse stayed silent while the group was teasing Y/N, and Corpse for that matter.

He pulled up Y/N’s Twitter and began to scroll through her feed to find the perfect drawing. He took the drawing that Y/N did of her own Among Us character. It was a drawing of Y/N holding her little character in her hand. It was his favorite piece of art she has done. Mainly because she drew it while on FaceTime with him. He quickly changed it to his iphone background, he glanced back towards the screen, seeing if the game started. He took a screenshot of it and immediately texted it to Y/N.

“Y/N, look at our messages,” he said simply into his mic. The group slowly stopped talking as they waited for Y/N to open the message.

“Corpse, I’m scared,” she whispered, everyone started laughing.

“Just open the message,” he giggled.

She sighed dramatically while she pulled up the messages with Corpse, seeing the screenshot. Her lips fell into a pout as she saw it. “I drew that,” she mumbled into the mic.

“You did,” he whispered, as he felt heat rise in his cheeks. He loved hearing her voice. “It’s my favorite,” he continued.

“Corpse,” she whined as her eyes began to tear up. She didn’t know why, but her heart felt so full. “You didn’t have to do that,” she mumbled, readjusting herself in her chair. She shifted her gaze towards the contact name, Corpseyyy.

“Of course I did, It was beautiful art,” he muttered while he looked back towards his phone, admiring his new phone background.

“Is this..a possible.. New relationship starting?” Sean whispered dramatically into his mic.

“It sounds like it,” Rae interjected. Corpse rolled his eyes dramatically, but he didn’t oppose the idea; neither did Y/N. Rae quickly started the game, letting the tension ease between everyone. Corpse and Y/N got imposter together.

“Oh my god finally,” Y/N said into the mic as she started faking tasks, “Chat, please stop saying I’m blushing, you aren’t helping,” she giggled as she continued the game. She raised her hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth.

[smurphyse]

Loki is dating a young woman who is a fantastic cook and one day he realizes his pants are a tad tight. He’s gained some weight but doesn’t have the heart to stop eating her wonderful food

Southern Belle

Word Count: 1691 words

Tags: body issues (not like anything too triggering, I don’t think), mentions of sex

I always love feedback, but like, please be nice lol

Send me more Loki prompts! <3 I love doing oneshots!

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“Here we go,” she sing-songed, carrying a large baking dish over to the table, the little hand-painted ladybugs that decorated it’s sides seeming just as excited as she.

Loki sat patiently, smiling at her as she set it down on the blue checkered tablecloth next to a tub of ice cream. She set down a few brightly colored plates, all painted with various bugs and flowers, decorated by her own hand- which were still stained with paint, he noticed fondly. 

“Peach cobbler,” she grinned, shaking her shoulders in excitement, “Just like Mamaw used to make!”

She watched him closely as he took his first bite, giggling when his eyebrows knitted together in bliss. Fuck, everything she made seemed to come from Valhalla.

His girl, his Southern Belle. The two had been dating for only a few months, ever since Loki had come to San Francisco during his travels. She had been poking around an art fair, her long curls pulled up into two pigtails as she pulled out pieces to observe.

She’d been wearing a pair of dirt smeared overalls, detailed with little butterflies and flowers, obviously hand-embroidered. They were rolled up at the ankles, her neon Converse forcing his eye to her like a shining beacon in the night. 

He’d been drawn to her, like a moth to the flame, unable to control himself as he pushed past the crowds to meet her. As he came face-to-face with her she glanced up at him and flashed him a megawatt smile. He’d been speechless, utterly besotted. 

“Can I help you, darlin’? You look lost,” she drawled, and it took a moment for the Allspeak to translate her thick Southern accent. 

“I think I’ve just been found, actually,” he chuckled, finally finding his voice. 

Her smile seemed to grow brighter, the little crinkles around her eyes deepening as she flushed deeply. 

Loki had offered her a coffee, and she took it. He’d been living in bliss ever since.

She’d come to San Francisco to be an artist, picking up little commissions here and there, working in various galleries and zipping from place to place to help out her fellow creators. She was constantly buzzing around, full of excitement and energy about the whole world around her, ready to take it on day by day.

She gave Loki courage, made him see the little details of this Odin-forsaken planet that he had mostly overlooked. He loathed to admit it, but she had made him love Earth, so long as she was on it. 

One day he would take her to Asgard, and he would watch as she painted the skies in her excitement and ecstasy. His world would be born anew in his eyes, just from the little things she would point out, things he’d never seen. 

They found time for one another whenever they could. Loki had kept himself busy working in various art fairs, finding himself a good organizer for such events. One activity that they had found pulled them together, besides the lovely rapture that was their sex, was cooking. Loki had taken it up when he arrived on Earth, mostly enjoying food closer to Asgard’s cuisines. She was from the South, whatever that meant Loki was not sure, but she insisted it meant all things ‘comfort food’. 

And comfort it gave. She’d shown him Tennessee Barbeque, ‘Pop Pop’s Soaked Ribs’, a bunch of things having to do with cottage cheese, and of course, desserts. 

He was settling down. Norns, if Thor could see him now. He’d likely have a joke or two to make of his unattached, emotionally distant brother finding love in such a creature as her. 

Loki could hear her now, singing some country song in the shower, her deep twang echoing off the tiles and through her small apartment. 

He was getting ready for the day, pulling on a deep green undershirt as he stood in his boxers. He pulled a pair of black slacks out of his little designated area of the closet and pulled them up.

As he buttoned them, he noticed they felt a bit tighter than the last time he’d worn them a few weeks ago. They had one of her art events to go to for lunch, and he’d been wearing jeans mostly when he was working at the fairs. 

Turning, Loki checked out his ass in the mirror. He still looked fabulous if he had to say, but his pants were tighter. 

Could this be a trick? Had Thor tracked him down and performed some spell to throw Loki off his game? It certainly would not be the first time something similar had happened. 

He lifted the shirt, turning to the side as he patted his tummy, his finger pinching along his sides as he sighed heavily. He stepped closer to the mirror, pressing the back of his hand under his chin. His mouth dropped open in shock, and he glared at his reflection.

He’d gained weight.

“I wouldn’t have nothin’ if I didn’t have you,” she sang as she walked back into the bedroom in a fluffy pink towel. She came up behind him and wrapped her hands around his waist, giving him a squeeze as she placed a kiss between his shoulders.

“Hey, handsome.”

Loki scoffed, feeling quite uncomfortable suddenly. She frowned against his back, her hands squeezing his sides lightly, his love handles.

He pulled away from her with a groan, the air feeling heavy around him. He turned to look at her, her lip set in a pout on her concerned face.

“I’m not feeling very handsome today, kitten.”

“Oh,” her frown set deeper for a moment, but was quickly replaced by a mischievous smile, “Is there something I can do to make you feel handsome?”

She tucked her lip between her teeth as she sauntered back up to him, placing her hands on his chest. He smiled down at her, his heart bursting in his chest. 

Loki dipped his head, catching her lips with his own. Her hands tangled into his hair as her towel fell away, and Loki took the opportunity to lift her into his arms and carry her over to the bed.

“I think I have something in mind,” he grinned, pulling her under the covers as she giggled from his touch. 

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They arrived at the event a little late. The only craft she was not talented in was the art of makeup, but luckily Loki was, and they’d had to spend a few extra minutes covering up some of the hickeys someone had left on her neck and chest.

They were at some vegan restaurant in town that doubled as an art studio. Loki would never understand it, all these hybrid businesses were too niche, they’d have a hard time lasting in this market. But, she liked going and supporting other artists and friends, enjoyed having her art displayed on the walls of local businesses, and who was he to deny her that fun?

The little buffet table was filled with all sorts of leafy greens and vegetables of all colors. It was a vibrant exhibit, accentuated greatly by her art that complimented the bright green and orange paint job of the establishment.

“How come you don’t make food like this?” he asked, waving a blackbean taquito toward her as she gazed at another artist’s work.

“I make vegetables all the time,” she shrugged, snagging the taquito out of his hand and taking a bite.

“You make vegetables with Crisco, which I believe is just butter and animal fat mixed together.”

“I thought you liked my food, honey,” her big eyes clouded with worry, and his chest crumbled in an instant. 

“Oh, my sweet,” Loki sighed, snaking one of his hands around her waist, the other moving to cup her chin, “I do, it’s just-”

“Just what? You’ve been acting weird all day, Loki. What’s going on?”

He felt the heat creep across his cheeks, embarrassment flooding his every vein as he looked down at her. He hated feeling like this, vulnerable, but he wanted to be honest with her, to invest in this relationship.

“I’ve gained some weight recently… and I think it’s from your cooking.”

Her eyes widened in shock, “I haven’t noticed.”

His head cocked to the side, his lips pursing in disbelief. She noticed everything, from the ants on the sidewalk to the stars in the sky, she saw it all. 

“Loki, if you want me to make healthier meals, I’m more than willing. You just seemed to like my comfort recipes so much, and I wanted to make you things you liked,” she wrapped her arms around his waist, tugging his hips tightly against hers. “I have lots of recipes in my book, darlin’.”

“I do love your cooking. I guess I just feel a little… insecure right now,” he admitted, his face starting to cramp from the blazing blush across his nose.

“I really didn’t notice anything, but,” her hands dragged back to his belly, patting it softly as she stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. “Now that you mention it, I do like the little bit of cushion I’m feelin’.”

“Wow,” he chuckled, kissing her again. He covered her hands with his, giving them a soft squeeze of thanks. 

Suddenly, he had an idea. He leaned in and whispered hotly against her ear, “Think you can help me work some of it off?”

“Oh,” she feigned innocence, her southern drawl coming out in full force, “what kind of exercises do you have in mind?”

“The kind that includes me, you, and a locked bathroom door fifteen feet away,” Loki smirked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. 

“Oh, I’m gonna be so sore in the mornin’,” she laughed as Loki dragged her to the other end of the restaurant, admiring his ass in his trousers unabashedly. 

Loki pulled her into the bathroom, locking the door behind them as he lifted her onto the sink. She grinned at him, her eyes full of light as he looked at her lovingly.

His girl, his Southern Belle.

His favorite thing to eat.

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Hi ! I've seen that your request are open so here's mine for mister Park Jimin or Kim Taehyung, whatever you prefer !

So like, It would a scenario where the reader starts sending letters to one of them that is in prison for whatever reasons (it's up to you), and they start falling in love through these letters until they finally meet in real life when he gets out. And if you'd like, maybe things can get a little (a lot) freaky once they reunite. But overall it would be a fluffy love story :)

Thank you in advance if you decide to write it ! Hope it was clear enough...(I love your writing by the way <3)

Not me calling my dad (who is a lawyer) to ask for legal advice over this lol

Also I did Jimin because I have lots of Tae requests on my to-do list

A crime by law but not by morals. You were looking through the profiles of the prisoners that wanted a pen-pal —just because your friend had mentioned the organization and you were curious— when an inmate caught your eye. He caught your eye because he was undoubtedly the most handsome man you had ever seen; face so ethereal it made you wonder if he was human or a fairy. And when you dug through his profile a bit more, you found about the reason for his incarceration. Young man hits his father after years of physical and mental abuse towards him and his mother, ends up giving him a fractured neck that needs multiple surgeries to be fixed. Court rules it was not done in defense, because the young man came home to find his mother having just been thrown down the stairs, meaning he wasn’t present for the violent act and therefore he acted out of malice. Five years in prison.

His name was Park Jimin. And be it his majestic beauty or the injustice you felt for him upon reading his file, you decided to send him a letter. You didn’t know what you expected in his response —if you even got one of those— but it was definitely not one of the sweetest letters you had ever read. Thanking you for the gesture like it was the best thing that had happened to him the past two years he was in there. Immediately sharing with you his interests, like his passion for dancing and singing, as well as his love for drawing, taking the liberty to include a small piece of art he had created in the letter. Which was phenomenal. I know you might not believe me, but I’m actually a great dancer. And to prove it to you, here are some scribbles of me dancing.

He wanted to know all about you. And by the way he wrote, you knew you wanted to get to know him better as well. He was so funny, nice, smart, understanding… A perfect man trapped away that you could only talk to via those letters. A perfect friend. I have made a couple of friends here, but by far the best acquaintance has been you. And perhaps even more. I saw a dream about you last night. It was a nice dream because I could touch you. Time passed and you went from smiling at receiving his letters to verging on addicted to them.

I wish I could meet you. Perhaps… one day…

That day finally arrived three years after you first started corresponding, and by then Jimin knew you were waiting for him; you knew he was counting the days even more than he was already. He asked you for a few days to visit his mother and find his old self back before seeing you. And you had agreed to meet at a specific diner, on a specific day, at a specific time. And knew that if one of you didn’t show up, you would probably lose touch forever. You tried not to think about that as you sat and waited, butterflies in your stomach absolutely killing you. The door opened and closed, the little bell over it ringing and signaling people’s arrival, yet never the one person’s you wanted.

“Sorry I’m late—” a sweet voice gasped next to you, “—but apparently there’s been changes to the public transports since I’ve been gone and I got a bit lost.”

You blinked at the man. Park Jimin. That was Park Jimin, right? The ethereal face you couldn’t stop thinking about, yet could have never imagined it would be even better up close. The chirpy voice you had tried to guess many times but never got so close to how at home this one made you feel. The smile, a smile that definitely lived up to his corny jokes, and his eyes that found yours, never to let go again. He was right in front of you and you couldn’t believe it. You didn’t know what to say.

“Hi…” you panted.

And his smile grew. “Hi.”

There was just a second of uncertainty, perhaps even awkwardness, before you both leaned in for a hug— a hug was appropriate after three years of talking and never seeing each other, right? A hug was appropriate after you had confessed to each other in every way other than the physical yet? He smelled like a fairy, flowers and scents of emotions of love filling your body as you held him as tightly as you could. Like you were afraid he would slip between your fingers, or you would wake up alone in your bed all of a sudden.

But none of that happened. Jimin sat with you and you had dinner together. It didn’t flow as easily as your letters did, but neither had such expectations when you were too busy battling the heat growing in your chest and he was too busy blushing with every compliment. “I’m sorry, I haven’t done this in a while…” This? “A date.”

It’s not like it was planned for you to kiss him before going into your apartment that night —I mean, you had definitely daydreamed about it enough times, but you understood why something like that might take some time. But it happened naturally, it would have been more awkward to prevent it. His lips soft against yours, even when things got more heated and his teeth bump into yours like he had forgotten how to do this. You pulled him in through the door and it was the most natural thing.

“I’ve missed you so much, even if this is the first time I see you.” You knew he meant it by the way his breathing was all over the place and you had barely even taken your shirt off. You struggled to find beautiful words like his, even if what you felt inside you was undoubtedly the most magnificent thing ever. But he understood you even if all you could do was kiss him. The moans that were born and died in between your lips told him all he needed to know.

“I can’t wait to have you in my life.” It was good enough, he seemed pleased enough. Happy enough to flip you on your back and change your positions at which you were making love, plunging into you as he held you as close as possible, mouth never leaving yours. A position normally so bland, yet so powerful when it’s with the person you love. He was whiny in your ear, almost crying about how good it felt to finally have you the way he wanted, to feel you, touch you, kiss you, fuck you. Love you. Jimin promised he wasn’t ever going to leave your life as he came, and you promised you wanted nothing more than to be with him as you found your own release. Confessing to each other in the physical sense for once, all throughout the night and the rest of the nights that were to come.

Park Jimin. Finally, in your arms.

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