#loooong overdue but here take it

[hwanchaesong]

Then I Met You

Highschool!Wooyoung X Reader

genre & warnings: fluff, a lil bit of angst, cursing, brief mentions of injuries, cheating, divorce, family problems, highschool!au

word count: 1.5k

requested by: @trix-159

a/n: i am back for the mean time and i know this request is LOOOONG overdue so forgive me 🥲 but i do hope that this suits your taste and enjoy reading! 🫶

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"You think this is a joke?!" Wooyoung screeched in the middle of the cafeteria, pointing an accusing finger towards his bestfriend, San.

"You ate a stolen piece of chicken, MY chicken." he dramatically fell on his knees, fake crying that made his other friends groan at his antics, "San, I trusted you with all my heart and this is how you repay me?"

San held his hands up in defense, "It's not my fault that you're too busy talking that you didn't notice me get your oh so, beloved chicken."

"Why you!-" Wooyoung stood up, ready to pounce at San but to his bad luck, his ankle decided to fuck with him, causing him to lose balance and fall. Right on his face.

"My goodness you idiot!" Hongjoong rushed to Wooyoung, picking him up and dragging him to the nurse's office.

"Your nose is bleeding and you got this huge bump on your forehead." Hongjoong commented, looking at the younger male with an unamused expression, to which Wooyoung only pouted in response.

Upon opening the nurse's office, your crouching figure greeted the two males.

"Y/N, thank goodness you're here. Please take care of this fool for me."

Your head whipped to the side when you heard the familiar voice of Hongjoong, the smile on your face dropping when you saw the person he's pertaining for you to take care of.

"Wooyo!" you began walking towards the said man, a scowl on your face as you began to scold him like a child, "How many times do I have to tell you to be careful!"

The pout on Wooyoung's face deepens, opting to stay quiet and not make eye contact with you. Hongjoong sighs and deliberately throws the guy at you.

"Oh my god-" you wailed as you tried to catch Wooyoung. Your hands wrapping themselves around his waist, trying to protest for the spartan ways of the older but shorter man.

"He's all yours." Hongjoong nonchalantly says, and with a wave of his hand, he immediately stepped out of the office, leaving you and Wooyoung alone.

Wooyoung is still processing the situation.

First, you called him by his nickname.

Second, you're holding him close to you.

Third, you smell so good he could just k-

"Wooyo, you're kind of heavy. Please get yourself together." your voice brought him out of his stupor, moving away from you at the speed of light and wincing from the sudden movement. The pain from the earlier accident still affecting him.

A loud sigh brought his attention back to you, seeing you pointing to one of the clinic beds and wordlessly telling him to sit so you could inspect and clean his injuries.

"How can you be so clumsy?" you asked, watching him walk towards the bed as you made your way to the cabinets, looking for the items you need to patch him up.

"It's not my fault," he scoffs, crossing his arms, "it's my ankle's fault for giving up on me in an important situation."

You rolled your eyes in disbelief, "And what might this important situation be?"

You started treating him while listening to his mini rant. Nodding your head from time to time, humoring him like a child.

"Can you believe him? and he calls himself my friend, how fucking dare he!" when he said this, his face turned to you, his eyes directly making contact with yours and time seems to have stopped for you.

The afternoon light from the sun peeked through the windows, shining on Wooyoung's handsome face and god did he have to look perfect right now?

The beam of brightness highlighting his features, making him look like an ethereal prince that you could only see in fairytales.

You didn't realize you were staring, not until he pinched your cheeks, "You weren't listening!"

You swat his hands away, "I am!" you pinched his cheeks back, making him groan in slight pain, "And to be honest, you were being dramatic."

He deadpanned, pursing his lips and preparing for another tantrum but before he could do so, your next words made his day better all of a sudden.

"You're lucky you're cute."

"Oh? What was that?" he smirked, your eyes widening when you realized what you said.

"Nah, I didn't say shit." you removed your hands from his cheeks, turning away and pretending to be busy, "Now go away, I have a lot to do and you're all done."

Even with your back facing him, the red tips of your ears were a dead giveaway.

"Don't worry," a whisper made itself into your ears, goosebumps raising on your skin when you discerned how close the proximity is between you and Wooyoung, "I think you're adorable as well."

"Wooyo!" you turned and pushed him away, to no avail as he gripped your wrist. Tight but gentle, like how he usually handles you.

The man himself is a barbarian, everyone knows that.

He goes around laughing like a maniac, almost bursting everyone's ears yet he also makes people laugh. His goofy and dazzling personality attracts too much attention.

Too much that it sometimes irked you because for pete's sake, having girls follow him around is annoying, considering the ever growing feelings you have for him.

You had always observed him from afar, admiring him for being real. For being an icon of happiness and.. well, for being a clown.

Anyways, you've seen him do things that one might overlook but in truth, those actions speak louder than words.

The way he takes care of his friends, crying when his friends cry, being clingy whenever he wants some attention. He is a loveable pain in the ass.

And that made you develop a tiny crush on him. You did not plan on confessing as you thought that your tiny infatuation will soon fade away like it always does.

But noo, Wooyoung just had to barge in one day and decided to wreck havoc in your already messy life.

He was complaining that one faithful day, telling you that he's having a headache because his friend (Yeosang) bonked him on the head. And as a functioning human being, you responded logically.

He wasn't accepting it though.

"Wooyoung, this is basic science. That can't happen. Now please do go and stop disturbing me."

"What? No! Then at least kiss my boo boo away!"

Was he flirting with you that day? Maybe. What matters now is the current dilemma you're in.

"Wooyo," you sternly said, "let me go."

He glared at you, "No." he replied back with much stubbornness.

You were about to tell him off again, but you winced at his next words, "Why do you always push me away?"

"I don't."

"Yes you do! And it's so darn frustrating because I really l-" he deliberately cut off his sentence. Pausing before he makes a mistake that he'll surely regret later.

He had already admitted it to his self. Just not to you.

He loves you.

The moment he laid his eyes on you, he knows that he'll want to spend the rest of his life you.

But he also does know that you have a lot on your plate.

The amount of times he heard you crying in empty classrooms or inside the girl's restroom (no he is by no means a pervert, he just knows that you're in there because of.. his keen eyes that can always spot you) is alarming.

And like the investigator he is, he learned that you were having some family problems.

A cheating father, parents going through divorce, custody fights and many more. Frankly, he doesn't want to be a burden to you, in fact, he wants to be your safe place.

He had longed for you to come to him, lean on him and he swears to all deities out there that he will protect you.

But for some reason, the timing wasn't always right.

"You what?" you whispered, wanting an answer but is scared to hear it because surely, you wouldn't be able to react properly.

Wooyoung opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again. This time, he lets go of you and you immediately missed his warmth.

"I really love being with you."

You were left breathless, maybe.. just maybe, when everything is peaceful in your life then the pieces might fall into its rightful places one by one.

"Yeah," you smiled, flicking his forehead, "I like being with you too even if you're too troublesome."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes as he began to walk away, "I know right, that is why even if you act all tough I know that you can't resist me."

Ah, really the nerve of this guy.

His words and presence turning your ordinary day into extraordinary.

Just as he was about to walk out of the door, he turned to you once more, giving you a soft look, "Don't worry, I'll still be here no matter what."

He didn't give you the chance to respond, running away from the office and leaving you dumbfounded with a pounding heart.

Your hands made their way onto your chest, trying to calm your erratic heart rate.

"Thank you, Wooyo. I'll come to you soon as well."

Right person, right time. You two will make it happen even against all odds because the first time that you two met, a home was built right then and there.

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[cheswirls]

saboace fic rec list [non-eng]

loooong overdue. well, ik i’ve been silent abt op on here for longer than i have not, and that’s def not what (most) ppl follow me for, so i’m also throwing this into the main (ship) tags. i may do another one later on, but for now the subject of this list has been set.

prefacing this by saying if you can’t read in any language other than english, that’s okay, you can still go thru all of the recs on this list anyways. 

and how, you might ask? my personal favorite tool is yandex. yandex is an online (free!) translator that i personally think has a better translation system than google. in yandex, if you follow this link > here!

yandex also has a raw text translator where you can input a website link and get an option to translate the page it links to in full. once it’s translated, yandex acts as a background tool to the still-interactive website, so you can browse regularly without being confined to one page. (if yandex gives you any trouble, google translate also will translate interactive webpages in full – just not in the mini-translator on google’s search function. there are also amazing browser extensions that will translate webpages at the click of a button! aka pls don’t let written language be a barrier when it’s digital and on the internet~)

important: the tool is not perfect in any way and i am not claiming it as such. it functions differently with different websites, and i’ve only used it from one web browser, so i can’t claim if that would make things different.

with that being said!! here are five sa fics i love dearly that are not in english. (also please assume all of these are 5/5 stars) [under a cut for length]

1) further down the road by julia aldridge

https://ficbook.net/readfic/12782298 russian - complete - T rating - 30 pages

modern au, this is a roadtrip-to-the-beach fic. :) each little tidbit matches to a song from one of ace’s tapes, and the formatting/flow of the story hinges on that. saboace isn’t established officially in the beginning but the trip acts as the (act) necessary to push them in that direction.  guest appearances by koala + others but they don’t detract from the romance plot, which is refreshing. (also, sometimes yandex –and others– work better if you translate from serbian. there’s no set cryllic translator, so you can honestly try your luck with any of the languages that use written cryllic.)  absolutely cannot get enough of roadtrip fics and this one takes the cake. something about it is so whimsical, especially because the motives behind the trip are revealed steadily throughout the story, so in the beginning you’re on this grand journey with them without knowing the reasons. this also means it gives you different insight if you go back and reread, and i love things with high reread value, so c: hehe

2) a salamander lives in the light music by altair

https://ficbook.net/readfic/9947641 russian - T rating - 5 pages

altair’s writing is fantastic. please check out all of their other works. i am linking one saboace fic of theirs but the underlying message is that all of them are good. seriously. they have this writing style that makes me want to print the words onto a cake and eat them. you get sucked in from the first line, from all the poetic minute details, and it takes you from there. they also just (my opinion here) really understand sabo and ace as characters. this one is short but the prose is so attention-grabbing i had to put it in. the premise is sabo works as an exorcist overseas, and has arrived in boston to track down ace. none of altair’s works are very long but they always pack a punch. if you end up liking this one you will love the other ones too.

3) sabotaged ~♥~ by sasl

https://www.fanfiktion.de/s/61bb9e410000ccad17dfbd73/1/Sabotiert german - complete - E rating - 168k

THIS! okay first a preface: sometimes yandex (chrome browser) has trouble w this site on desktop. on mobile it works fine. if you need to just switch. everything by office is amazing but this is truly the crown jewel of saboace fics. it starts off insincere –ace pretending to come out as bi as a ruse to regain his friendship with his ex, bonney– and very quickly becomes more and more along the lines of the truth when ace confides this to koala, who introduces him to her already-out longtime friend sabo. i.. cannot recommend this one enough. the plot is excellent, the writing is outstanding, the characters are written so full of life and vitality. it’s so funny. like if you care even a shred about laughing and having fun while reading fic i promise you will enjoy this one. immensely. do not let the length scare you, it’s divided into 25 chapters which breaks things down into 5-7k, which is a lot easier to digest.  it’s pretty lighthearted and fun, as office has a tendency to give angst a short lifespan in her fics. everyone is 20+ but i would still classify this as coming-of-age in the most non-spoilery way i can. there is background kid/law but the focus (and pov) stays on sabo and ace, so if that’s not your thing (hint: it wasn’t mine) then i can say with sincerity that it’s manageably minor. also there is minor shanks/marco. ALSO. haha a bit unusual for sa fics, but roger and rouge are both alive and well and wonderful parents and you will love how they are integrated into the story. i know i sure did.  #1 rec off this list if you must knowww. please read this one if you have to pick.

4) my heart will go on by wirola

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29270850 chinese - complete - T rating - 20k

the system rating on ao3 says G, so above is my honest one. also, from the bottom of my heart: fuck this one. everything on the list has a happy ending, and i promise this one fulfills that requirement. (: that being said, it does have its ups and downs. lots.  the more in-depth summary is this: sabo and ace are best friends and live together on the us west coast. ace is an athlete and sabo an artist. one day sabo gets a call and is rudely awakened by the fact that his adoptive father, dragon, is soon to be married to an industry rival, crocodile. the problem is sabo has (thought) been in love with dragon since adolescence, and he views this as himself having very little time to act on his feelings. and with that, lemme backtrack. as someone who doesn’t care about dragon/sabo or dragon/crocodile, i did read the fic in full and absolutely loved it. most of the pov is ace, and most of the narration centers on the fact that ace has been in love with sabo for years, but as his best friend, continues to hold himself to the role of sabo’s wingman. the dragon/sabo is one-sided and simmers out about halfway through the fic. it was interesting! i will say that. it didn’t push the limits of my tolerance at all, which means it should be more than fine for others (the line of what i’m willing to put up with in fics is not very long, so please take this in good faith.) it’s unorthodox, but it’s well worth it.

5) let it rain by noarbor 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40162059 chinese - complete - G rating - 2k

this one is short but really cute. it’s on my (hidden) list of ao3 sa recs that i might pull from next for another rec list, but since it’s (relatively) recent and in chinese, i’m giving it a spot here. chinese is the one thing i don’t think yandex does greatly because there is no differentiation between (chinese) and written mandarin. if you want a good chinese translator, look for one that has simplified chinese as an option. that being said! this one is SO sweet. in short, sabo has chronic pain that worsens during the rain, so during these times he seeks out ace as a comfort heater so he can get some sleep during the night. it’s really adorable. noarbor knows how to set a scene and let you fall into it. i have read this one so many times. so, so many. highly recommend. 

bonus! 6) once upon a time there were two lovers who lived on a planet of red peppers and cranberries by strayon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43142967 chinese - complete - G rating - 2.4k

what a title :) anything by strayon is over-the-moon amazing. i like this one the most because it’s so domestic and thats///// a weakness of mine when it comes to sa fics. also bc sabo is portrayed as a nonsensical writer and thats very relatable. basically a fic where ace takes care of sabo while he writes through a new novel. super heartwarming. i love love love how they write ace in all of their fics, and i promise you will too

[monkietale]

happy new years! i've been working on this project for almost a year now.

i feel like we're long overdue for an update here, so i'm gonna share where i'm at right now:

monkietale won't be canceled.

but i've ran into some roadblocks that i have to overcome:

modding undertale is freaking difficult... it's hard to get things to be exactly the way you want them to be, especially with sprites because i have to change sprite sizes and get them to work in-game and all that. plus, having to change all the dialogue and getting that to work in-game as well, and figuring out how to change the story and all that to work with the LMK cast, that kind of stuff. it's a bit much for just a mod of undertale, and i'm only one person.

but, i decided something. i'm already learning gamemaker studio for some other projects, so i decided once i have all those figured out i can finally make monkietale from scratch. keep in mind this is going to take a loooong time, but i think i'm willing to put in the work for it. since it's just an undertale reskin i don't really have to worry too much about the art side of stuff and just about rewriting the dialogue and making the game functional and all that, which is probably the easiest part for me lol.

so, even though i don't have any actual update, i'm just here to let you guys know the route i'm taking from now on. not having to worry about working within the confines of the base game in regards to sprite sizes, limits for the dialogue and all that makes things a lot easier on me. keep in mind i'm not going to start on it yet until i have my other stuff sorted out which will take me a while.

[avatarsarny]

you be happy too, someday

A short thing I wrote for Makoto Shinkai’s stunning film Your Name. Enjoy my friends!

Her voice is pretty, Taki thinks vaguely. It’s gentle and lilting, and something about it nags at the back of his mind as if he’s heard it before, a long time ago, or perhaps in another lifetime. It’s a feeling he’d long become used to, ever since that time five years ago, when a destroyed town with a miraculously surviving population tugged at his consciousness, his very spirit. Why, why did such a place call to him so? What about this raven-haired young woman standing at the bottom of the street stairs makes him want to stop and stare at her sweet, familiar face forever?

 Tears silently stream down her face as she looks at him, impossibly hopeful, as though she too had been searching as hard as he had for something, a memory that she couldn’t quite reach, couldn’t quite fathom.

 He asks her name tentatively, and she asks for his, at the same time. He has an increasingly suspicious feeling he’s done this before, somewhere. Where?

 The nagging in the back of his mind becomes as loud as a chime swinging right beside his ear, and suddenly, his heart skips a beat, his lungs seem to refuse to take in any air, the sun is shining far too brightly in his eyes.

 “Mitsuha.” The words escape her lips first, breathlessly spoken, as if she’d been holding it inside her for years. Her eyes are wide as the open sky above them, tears brimming again and threatening to fall out, but she doesn’t blink, for fear of the whole thing being just another dream, just another echo in time.

 And yet the name reverberates through Taki’s ears like the ring of a temple bell, and in the next moment, he’s drowning in yesterday.

 Memories of a small lakeside town in the country wash over him, taken from what he used to think was just his imagination running away with the wind. A beautiful shrine in a forest. Waking up feeling weight on his chest he didn’t know he had before, until he decided to look down. A little sister named Yotsuha, pushing back the paper screen door to find him delirious and cupping his breasts each morning. A grandmother lovingly brushing his long, black-as-night hair, telling him about the strings of time, the God living at the top of the crater in the distance who would grant any wish, so long as he left a piece of himself behind for it. A father who gave speeches in the town center each day, a bottle of sake hidden in a cave beneath the earth.

 Sayaka. Tessie. Running frantically one afternoon on the day of the Autumn Festival with them, all over town, trying to save the people from imminent death. What death?

 Tears are spilling down Taki’s face, and suddenly his knees give way. He collapses at the top of the stairs, but the flood of memories doesn’t end. He doesn’t want it to. He wants to remember, wanted so badly to for so long; they held the key to his longing, an answer to a seemingly fruitless quest.

He’s standing the edge of a crater at twilight, and she’s there. Taki’s heart twists and aches at the sight of her, she’s standing right in front of him on the crater’s edge too, saying his name over and over again in that oh-so-soft voice of hers, wiping at her eyes.

 “Taki-kun,” her voice echoes, her newly cut short hair gently drifting in the mountain breeze, the red woven string he’d had around his wrist now prettily tied around her head.

 Their conversation, the comet, everything rushes back to him, as suddenly as a thunderstorm in midsummer.

 He’s brought back to reality when he feels someone shaking his shoulder. He immediately snaps his eyes shut. But his heart sinks, he knows that when he opens them everything he remembers would be gone. He can’t forget it all again! Not after all this time!

 “No, please,” he whispers sadly, “I don’t want to forget again.” Eyes still determinedly screwed shut, he blindly reaches for the hands shaking at his shoulders, tries to brush them off, so he can remember in peace.

 A lilting, all-too-familiar voice sighs next to him. “Taki-kun, my grandma says it’s never a good thing to live in the past.”

 His eyes fly open, and a young woman with long midnight hair is gripping his shoulders, blinking back tears and smiling at him.

 “Mitsuha.” He breathes. Her name leaves his lips in an instant, as if it was an innate reflex, and not a struggle to remember, as it once had been.

 Her hands slowly move across his shoulders – they were broader than she remembered, she thinks, and a lick of warmth runs down her spine – to cup his cheeks. “Taki-kun. It’s really you,” she whispers shakily, hardly daring to believe he was real.

 Taki wastes no time – he pulls her into a long embrace, arms coming up to hold her tight, and she pulls him impossibly closer, feeling his warm and solid form beneath his suit, his brown hair against her hands, every bit as soft as she remembered feeling, when she was in his body.

 They must be an odd sight, Taki wonders at length. Two young adults clutching at each other at the top of a staircase as if they’d die if they broke apart. But Mitsuha is here and real and he remembers her, after all this time, and he really can’t bring himself to care how they look.

 “Thank you,” she murmurs against his ear. “We owe you our lives, Taki-kun. You saved us.” She squeezes him a little harder, then pulls back to meet his gaze. “I’ve been looking for you for so, so long…” she trails off, distracted by the way his eyes soften when she speaks, the way his fingers curl around hers.

 “I should be thanking you,” he smiles wistfully. “You gave me another life, something different from the dull one I had.” His fingers fully intertwine with hers. “I’ve been searching for you for years, too,” he says quietly. “I don’t ever want to forget you again.”

 Pink stains Mitsuha’s cheeks at his admission, but she smiles that smile again, and he almost forgets to breathe. “Me neither.” She reaches around to the red string that holds her hair up, tugs it loose, and gently takes his hand in hers to wind it back around his wrist.

 “This helped me remember you after that night you told me about the comet. I didn’t remember your name, though. Not until now.” Her fingertips are warm as they tie the string, brushing gently along the back of Taki’s hand and sending shivers through him.

 He draws in a sharp breath. “Won’t – won’t you forget everything without this?” he gestures to his wrist, but she shakes her head, eyes bright and sure.

 “I don’t need it anymore. I – I think after the comet, our timelines converged again. You reset the clock when you drank my sake, at least for me. And now we’re here and I don’t need it to be twilight to see you, so – so I think our times are now the same,” she pauses, then giggles softly. “The God under the Mountain has been very kind to us, then. It must’ve really liked you.” She meets his eyes, and Taki flushes.

 “I…I asked it for another chance,” he admits, heat creeping up the back of his neck. “Not to switch bodies again though!” he says quickly, as she laughs. “You and your whole town were gone. I wanted another chance so that you could all live. So I could finally meet you.” He looks down, at the red string on his wrist, and her fingers are still resting against his hand. He takes them in his own. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

 “Taki-kun, on behalf of my family and Itomori, I – “

 “Would you like to go for lunch?” he blurts out, and tries very hard not to inwardly cringe. Well, a tiny voice pipes up in the back of his mind, she did once say that you needed help in the dating department.

 “I – oh! With me?” Mitsuha’s cheeks turn from pink to scarlet, but she quickly nods, looking slightly dumbstruck but sincere. “Yes, of course I would!”

 Taki grins in relief. “What do you like to eat? I’ll go anywhere you want.” He gets to his feet and pulls her up with him.

 “Italian.” Mitsuha says promptly, and he stares at her. Laughter bubbles up inside them, threatening to burst out onto the quiet Tokyo street, but they resolutely hold it in. Like a secret, inside joke between longtime friends. They both get the feeling there will be many more where that came from as the day goes on.

 Taki forces himself to regain his composure, but a wide grin still tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Italian it is.”

[emissaire]

Hey Fae! I was reading through some of your works and I really enjoyed them, you’re a great writer 😊

If it is ok, may I please request a female!reader x Nanami (both are sorcerers) drabble/oneshot?

Perhaps one where they’re intimate (the extent may be up to you!) and they get walked in on /where they’re seen by others (other characters)?

Thank you and I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

warnings/inludes: mdni, nsfw, smut, fluff, degradation, office sex, asphyxiation, choking, slapping, piv sex, satosugu being clowns lol, excessive use of " — "

note: aaaa i'm so sorry! this one is loooong overdue. i hope you're still here to read this request of yours! >< and hey, i'm working on my pending requests now so hehe

Having such a strong resolve, you have never persuaded your boyfriend, Nanami Kento, to do something risky in public— especially in the workplace. You can look at him with your pretty puppy eyes and pouty lips with a whine, but you can never, and I mean never, have him fall for your antics. Well, that was until Geto Suguru, your ex for about five years now, just waltzed back into Jujutsu Tech after three years of being gone, away on a special mission with his adopted daughters. 

"Ohmf— Ken, slow down!" You moan wantonly, shaky legs helplessly clinging around Kento's unrelenting hips, stroking deep and long into your sopping cunt. Each and every thrust he makes, you get louder and louder as he never fails to hit that spongy spot that makes you curl your toes in utter bliss.

"Shut up." His words are simple and short but they make you simper, clenching around his pistoning cock in your heavenly heat, devouring you and taking you— just as he should. "You little slut. You think you're so sly, huh?" There's a hand wrapped around your neck, pressing on your pulse point— his fingers tapping on your skin as if he's waiting for you to get delirious from the lack of oxygen and the never ending pleasure he's giving you.

"Wha— whatta ya' talkin' about?" Your words come out slurred, mind barely comprehending the situation you're in. Kento's not making love with you, he's fucking you. He's showing you what you're going to miss out on if you play with fire… with Suguru.

"Quit acting dumb, you silly bitch. You must be having so much fun right now." This time, your cheek receives a tingling lash, leaving you hazy and on the verge of exploding— fuck, you're so close. 

"Ken, please! Please please please—" You don't get to finish your pathetic begging when the door of your boyfriend's office cracks open to reveal the reason why you're in this predicament. Suguru stands there awkwardly, eyes looking anywhere but your sprawled out body on the blonde's mahogany table.

"What're you doing still standing there? Get in, Suguru!" Pushes the other male sorcerer— Satoru. Great. Just great. "Oooh! Spicy, steamy, sexy—" 

"We're leaving! Sorry for the intrusion!" Your ex hurriedly drags his best friend out of the office by the collar of his shirt, face as red as a ripe tomato. At least he's got the decency to look away and get flustered despite seeing you in that way before, unlike someone else. That goofy white-haired motherfucker. You'll deck him one of these days.

You're still shaking by the time you look again at Kento, a funny smile threatening to fall on your lips. "Well… there's that."

The man just sighs then pulls you up to his chest. "Did I hurt you, sweetheart?"

"No, I liked it. Every bit of it." You giggle, pressing a light kiss on his collarbone. You stay silent for a while, basking in the calm of the moment and the beats of his heart.  "Ken, you know I love you, right?"

It takes him a while to respond but he later on sighs in resignation. "Yeah, of course I do. I know it's stupid for me to get jealous over a man you haven't seen in years but what you had with him is incomparable. I mean— he's your first love after all."

"Babe, listen. Yes, he's my first love but you're my greatest love. I can't even imagine life without you now, it's crazy. I know I sound like I'm talking big but I can see myself loving you for the rest of my life. It's you, Ken. Just you and I'll have it no other way."

The smile he gives is one that melts your heart and the longer you look at him, admire him, the more you realize that you've won in life. I mean, how many people in the world find someone as lovely as Nanami Kento?

Bonus:

"I didn't know Nanami's got that in him, I mean, just look at him! Could you picture him getting down and dirty— Ouch, Suguru?!"

"Please shut up. You're fucking embarrassing."

"You're just jealous you can't get that pussy no more."

"At least I got a pussy once in my life. What about you? Aww, no bitches?"

"Fuck y—"

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[fan-clan-fun]

Here's some ranks I've been working on for a few years for my fan clan SoaringClan!

Loooong overdue posting this, but the length made it more difficult to answer, thanks for your patience!

For a little context, SoaringClan has multiple ranks, is a clan outside of the main four that believes in something called the Everafter(a belief that spirits and a god called Feline walks among mortals and whispers advice to them.) They live in a nerfed version of a Redwood Forest(trees that are still far bigger then the og five clans wouldve ever encountered, but not that big.) And have two camps, one on the ground and one in the trees.

Fascinating! Seems like you have done plenty of world building, and even those details are enough to pique my interest, can't wait to read more.

RANKS:

Leader: The leader of the clans who was chosen late in their training to be taught by the former Leader. Their names can end with -sun or -moon depending on the sign Feline sends them as their blessing. (A sun blessing could be feeling extremely warm during your Rank Step up, and a moon blessing could be feeling a sudden rush of calm for example.) There are usually two leaders, but there's been some accounts of 3, 4 or even 5 leaders.

Im curious about why sometimes there are more leaders than others. Are more called at certain times to solve certain problems? How are duties divided among the leaders?

The Council: The group of elders who consult with The Leaders on most issues. This could be deciding whether or not a cat should join or be exiled, if they should have an emergency camp-merge, etc.) They are usually 120+ moons but some are younger.

I appreciate the elders having a place of honor and being consulted for their knowledge, they deserve it.

Whisperer: A cat with the suffix -whisper or -echo. They are trained to listen and speak the words of The Everafter, they usually also hunt. They do NOT fight in fear of injuries to their voice or connection occurring. They are encouraged not to take a mate due to their connection possibly being passed down from parent to kit and cursing the kit, but it's not mandatory.

Ooo I like this, their reason for fighting is logical, as is the concern about passing on their ability to kits. I love when spiritual connections can have potential downsides!

Trackers: These are cats who track, hunt, and kill prey or cats on the hitlist. They are extremely dangerous and smart, but there are only a small amount. They are also used as spies.

Guardians: They guard and patrol the territory, they are strong and swift with a talent for fighting and intimidation. They are taught to hunt to catch extra prey, but thats usually the Trackers job.

If there are so few trackers, do the guardians do the majority of the hunting? Though with so many ranks Im sure they all learn how to hunt just to be safe.

Healers: Exactly what you'd think, they collect herbs and heal SoaringClan. Theyre usually about 8-10 healers at a time due to how large the clan is. Sometimes up to 15-20 can be alive at once. They work closely with Trackers.

At least the clan won't run out of healers any time soon!

Fliers: A rank that strictly lives in the trees, and why the second camp is needed. They have the incredible ability of leaping high up in the air to go from branch to branch and tree to tree. They train their paw pads for it by rubbing them on rough bark and rocks. They can hunt and fight in the trees and can be used to ambush intruders. However, this duty does come with the most fatalities. But is necessary for their survival, because if they don't have eyes in the trees they wouldn't be able to easily tell the weather or if a storm is approaching, know the flow of prey throughout the territory, ambush predators and intruders before they get too close to camp, and to make sure that dangerous birds don't nest above them.

This is a fun rank! It fits well with the premise, and Im sure that it adds a lot to the clan's culture too.

Kit-Keepers: Any cat can become a kit-keeper if they please, while most would prefer to live their life hunting and fighting. These cats take the duty of caring for all kits too old to suckle. Feeding and nurturing them as they grow. Usually kits know of their birth parents, but have a closer connection to the kit-keepers. Aka cat malewives real.

Its nice that any cat can be involved in caring for and nurturing the next generation! Especially considering how cats focus on raising their young communally in real life as well.

SoaringClan is a large, bustling community that can boast almost 100 cats at a time. But that also brings internal struggles among their ranks.

And who knows what would happen if the other clans found them.

It seems like the clan would have a lot of internal conflict rather than external conflict, which works because of their size. The choice to have so many different ranks also suits their size, so it seems like it works out quite well! Thanks again for the submission!

[floradorned]

❃       ‘ PERMANENT  PLOTTING  CALL.

long overdue, but i believe i’d like to shift my focus to developing some lasting bonds for haruki. it’s been a loooong, long while since i’ve done one of these, so i hope you’ll bear with me! but before we begin, you might be asking: what does this entail? well, i’ll tell you! by liking this post, you are giving me permission to———

pop into your IMs to plot!

relentlessly send you memes.

engage regularly in your minis.

send you starters (with permission, of course!)

& a whole bunch of generally good-for-development shenanigans!

sound good? neato! now let’s get onto what’s on the menu.

RELATIONSHIPS.

fellow  deities  &  immortals.

while haruki isn’t specifically a deity of worship, he is a being of higher power. thus, he would have great interest in learning the origins of others of a similar state. is your muse a god of the underworld? or an angel belonging to the heavens? or rather an immortal who’s lived hundreds or even thousands of years? anything of that sort would fall into this category! he’d like to hear what others like him may think of their immortality, or their relations to that of humankind. or, well—  really just about anything that two ancient souls would have in common!

kindred  spirits.

both figuratively and literally! as a sprite of blossoms, haruki is gentle-natured and soft spoken with strong ties to the earth and flora. therefore, if your character has similar traits, they will certainly get along with one another! he prefers most of his time in solitude, but with a like minded individual he truly tends to open up and welcome their company. this, of course, is to a much higher degree if they’re a spirit or a nonhuman like himself, but it’s not at all limited from human characters. i want him to branch out!

friends.

he needs these. he doesn’t have very many of these. haruki can come across a bit stiff and serious to those he first meets, but he’s a very kind and understanding individual and i think there’s a lot he can offer someone else in terms of company. once you get past his initial outer layer, you’ll find a very loyal, very giving friend in him, one who doesn’t really discriminate in what sort of person he may befriend. he isn’t very judgmental, something that makes forming a bond like this easy even with those who might be extreme opposites of him. so long as someone doesn’t mind having a very calm and grounded personality tagging alongside them, this has potential for most muses.

so  you  want  to  get  adopted?

i can’t think of what exactly i’d call this category, but what’s important to note is that haruki has a very nurturing personality. almost to a fault. need someone to look after you? he’ll do that. need a source of advice or comfort? you’re staring at it. looking for a paternal or guardian figure? he’s your man— er, dog spirit. basically if you’ve got a muse that needs someone to take them under their wing, he’s here and he’ll do it because he can’t Not mom-friend someone to death. i think these particular bonds have the grounds for being super, super sweet. so i’m actively searching for them!

romance.

a self-explanatory one, but  i have a Lot to say about it so hear me out… is mutual understanding a trope you enjoy? are you into slow burn? then this could potentially be a category for you. to start things off: romance with haruki isn’t very easy. many eons of bearing man’s burdens and grief has taken its toll on him, and to say he’s walled off to certain things is a severe understatement. however, despite that romantic relationships with him would be a challenge, they aren’t impossible. (unless you’re a human. sorry, outliving his partner isn’t something he’s looking to experience. 😔) but the main factor here is that haruki, despite how he has barricaded much of himself, is a benevolent being with exceptional compassion and selflessness for others. thus, what i think is a good foundation to a romantic relationship with him would be one or more of the following.

someone who would understand his origins.

someone who would be a good influence on him, or vice versa, him acting as the kinder influence on them.

someone who would find balance with him.

someone who could learn with or from him.

any of these are what i would see working out, but i’m open to exploring any other dynamics you might suggest! but basically… if you’re up for some heavy, maybe a lil angsty, pining slow burn, your muse would get a fiercely loyal and kind partner at the end of it. i, of course, have Way more i can say about this but i’d rather save that for actual plotting because otherwise i’ll keep you here for 10 years LOL. aaand that’s about it! if you don’t see something here, it’s not because i’m not open to it. i probably just didn’t think of it. please feel free to approach me about any ideas you have! i’m all for a good plot pitch. thanks for reading!  <3

[cutie1365]

Winchester Part 4/4

Winchester Part 4

Pairing: Sherlock x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: It’s supernatural, blood, death, gore, you get the gist.

A/N: This is the last part :) I hope you enjoyed this little mini series that was supposed to just be an imagine request that's loooong overdue. Like I think it was requested almost 5 years ago and I’m the worst.

Any and all feedback is welcome and encouraged :)

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After working through another plan with your brothers you’d decided you needed some fresh air. You needed a refill on some supplies and to get some spray paint so you decided to accompany John and Sam to the store. Of course you elected to don a turtle neck so as to not raise any questions at the shops for the bruises scattering your neck. It only throbbed slightly when you touched them, god knows you’ve had worse, you could handle it. Plus you didn’t want Sherlock to see you in pain and feel even worse about what had happened.

Dean and Sherlock stay behind to iron out the plan and wait for word from his homeless network. You were slightly worried about leaving them together, you knew how protective Dean was over you. Likely you’d be gone for an hour or two, having to frequent a new shop to not raise suspicion over the bulk of items purchased.

The moment the three of you leave, silence falls over the flat. Dean is sitting in the kitchen doing some research on his laptop. Sherlock silently makes his way over to him.

“Dean.” Sherlock says, getting his attention as the Winchester brother turns toward him with a raised brow, “There’s something I want to do...”

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You walked back into a silent flat... too silent. It looked as if Sherlock and Dean hadn’t moved, occupying the exact same spots as when you left. You placed the bag of spray paint and other supplies onto the desk as you turned and examined Sherlock.

You noticed some gauze and tape peeking out from his shirt on his chest.

“What happened?” You asked, eyes going wide, thinking he’d been hurt, or his company had gotten a little over protective.

“Dean!” You turn towards him, scolding him, for what you weren’t sure.

Dean’s expression was unchanged as he lifted his head for you to turn back to Sherlock. He had peeled back the covering to reveal a fresh tattoo.

“Sherlock!” You gasped, your hand immediately went to the collar of his shirt to examine the new anti possession symbol on his ivory skin.

“What did you do?” You asked softly.

“To make sure what happened can never happen again.” He stated, grabbing your hand.

“You didn’t have to do that, I-” You weren’t sure what to say.

“I wanted to, so you never have to doubt-” Sherlock began, but you cut him off.

“But you know that’s there forever now.” You raised your voice slightly.

“Yes, I know how tattoos work Y/N.” He smiled, looking down at you.

You simply shook your head with a frown, and turned, pulling your hand from his and heading down the hall.

You couldn’t understand why he would do this.

“Did I do something wrong?” Sherlock asked your brothers once you left the room.

“No, no, you did good.” Dean nodded, as Sam stood next to him, still a little shocked himself.

“Then why?” He motioned off to where you’d fled.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for her,” Sam explained. “Nice doesn’t exist where we come from, she’s just not used to it. It freaked her out, that’s all.”

Sherlock looked off towards the closed bedroom door that you had retreated behind. He didn’t mean to upset you, he didn’t know how broken your past left you, but he was damn sure he wanted to be the one to help put you back together. After tonight, all this would be over. The demon would be dead, and you could go back to a different kind of hunting. There wouldn’t be any more secrets between the two of you, there’d be nothing holding you back.

He started walking towards the bedroom door, he wouldn’t just let you run off this time.

“I wouldn’t-” Dean tried to warn him, but Sherlock had already opened and closed the door, “Ok.”

Sherlock found you sitting on the edge of the bed, with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N...” He sat beside you, “Look at me, please.”

“Why would you do this for me?” You motion towards the tattoo.

“Because I love you, and I never want to hurt you.” Sherlock explained.

“But-” You still didn’t understand.

“Y/N, you’re worth it, can’t you see that?” Sherlock said, with a frown when he realized the answer was no.

“I just... I’ve never been in a relationship like this. I’ve never... cared for someone like I care for you. When you’re a hunter you’re going from town to town, for no more than a week or so. I’ve never had anything permanent until I met you and I just... I can’t lose you.” You cried, Sherlock wrapped his arms around you. He’d never seen you cry. He wasn’t the best with words or these kinds of emotions, so he held you and rubbed your back and let you cry. Hopefully, this will all be over tonight.

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A few hours later the trap was set, and you were as determined as ever. You were looking off towards the door of the abandoned factory, reviewing the plan in your head. You knew you still had one more card to play.

“Y/N, I know that look, what are you going to do?” Dean asked with a raised brow.

“Whatever it takes.” You muttered, not turning to face him.

“Y/N...” He warned, but he was really more worried than anything.

“Just trust me, please.” You whipped around and your eyes met his.

He tossed you the can of spray paint for you to finish the devils trap and wardings. And with a few sprays you were all set.

“We’re gonna get this guy, finish this once and for all.” Dean tried to reassure you. You simply nodded, not wanting him to press further.

You all got into position and Sam cut the lights, if your intel was correct the demon would be walking into his den at any moment.

Before you knew it, the door was pushed open, letting a sliver of light into the room. The demon strolled in, totally unsuspecting and walked right into your trap... literally.

The demon let out a growl as he was forced backwards when trying to leave the circle. Suddenly Sam switched the light back on and you all jumped into place. So far everything was going to plan.

Sam began reciting the exorcism, causing the demon to squirm.

He began glancing around the room, seeing if there was anything he could use to escape, any sort of weapons. And as if an idea popped in his head, his eyes lifted making contact with you and smirking. He pulled out a dagger from his pocket and threw it towards the end of the circle. It stuck into the wooden floor, smudging the wet paint and breaking the circle.

“No!” You shouted, reaching towards Sherlock as the demon pulled him towards him.

Before you could move, the demon had a knife to Sherlock’s throat.

“You really thought it would be that easy?” The demon chuckled darkly.

You shared a look with your brothers, you all stood still, waiting for him to make his next move.

“You weren’t this quiet last night little hunter.” He smirked, licking his lips.

Dean stepped forward in anger, his fists clenched. The demon applied the knife to Sherlock’s throat, causing him to hiss slightly as a small drizzle of blood made its way down his neck.

“Stop!” You yelled, raising your hand and taking a deep breath.

“You want me right? That’s what this whole thing is about?” You nodded, keeping the demon's attention on you.

He raised a brow, letting you know he was listening and ready to consider your offer.

“Him for me, ok?” You nodded, desperately.

Before your brothers or Sherlock could protest, the demon pulled a gun from his back pocket.

“Ok.” He smiled, immediately pulling the trigger without a second thought.

Your body dropped to the floor like a ton of bricks as the demon pushed Sherlock forward, releasing the blade from against his throat.

The commotion gave Dean time to catch the demon by surprise, jumping to sink the demon blade into his chest. He screamed in pain as he died a painful death, dropping to his knees.

Your breathing became heavy as you felt the blood pouring from your abdomen. Sherlock fell to the floor, kneeling beside you as he assessed your injury.

“Why the hell would you do that?” Sherlock screamed, almost in tears as he realized how bad the wound was.

“It’s ok, I’ll be fine.” You choked out slowly, trying to reassure him but obviously not doing a great job.

John appeared on your other side, bending down to examine the damage. His eyes glanced up and met Sherlock’s, and his face said everything... it wasn’t good. John sighed as he made his way to his feet.

Sherlock looked up to your brothers who were standing wide eyed, unmoving.

“Do something, she’s your bloody sister!” Sherlock yelled.

“Sher-”, You reached for his hands, they were wet, covered in your blood, “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Y/N-” He cried, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“I love you,” You whispered, but you weren’t sure if you even made a sound as everything went dark.

“No!” Sherlock yelled as your eyes closed and your hand went limp in his.

Dean now slowly knelt next to you.

“Is she?” He looked up to John, the medical professional.

John slipped his fingers onto your bruised, cold neck.

“No pulse,” He shook his head somberly.

Dean rose to his feet, sharing a look with his brother that Sherlock was unable to decipher. He wasn’t thinking about deducing them, he could only feel the anger bubbling up inside of him.

He jumped up, grabbing Dean by the lapels of his jacket before ramming his fist against his jaw. Dean stumbled back as Sam helped steady him.

“She brought you here to help, to fix this, and now she’s dead and you don’t even care? Your sister is dead!” Sherlock screamed, his rage making everything cloudy.

“Because I didn’t believe her,” His voice dropped as he turned back to look at you lying lifeless on the floor, “I didn’t believe her.”

Sherlock dropped to his knees once more, pulling you into his lap as he stroked your hair, his voice shaking.

“I didn’t believe you, I’m so sorry.” He cried.

After a moment he glanced back towards your brothers. They’ve been quiet, too quiet. Sam glanced down at his watch and Sherlock furrowed his brows as he watched the brothers share a look.

He nearly jolted as he felt you moving in his arms.

Suddenly, you gasped, sucking in a large gulp of air and beginning to cough.

“What the fuck?” Sherlock muttered, looking down at you in shock.

Now your brothers jumped into action and were both at your side. Sam lifted the edge of your bloody shirt to reveal what would have been a gaping bullet wound. Instead it was replaced by a circular scar.

“You alright?” Sam asked, you nodded as he helped you sit up.

“Hold on, what the fuck just happened? You were shot, you died, you had no pulse.” Sherlock raised his voice.

“Crowley owed me a favor. I cashed in.” You explained, glancing down to see Sherlock’s hands covered in blood, your blood.

“Who is Crowley?” Sherlock asked, shaking his head in confusion.

“King of Hell.” Dean answered for her, rubbing his sore jaw.

Sherlock’s confusion turned back to anger.

“You knew she was going to do this? You knew she was going to be fine?” He yelled at Dean.

“I knew she was going to do whatever it took to save your ass, and I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.” Dean retorted.

“You went to Hell?” Sherlock asked softly, his red, puffy eyes meeting your own.

“Darlin, I'm no saint.” You smiled sadly.

“And you came back?” He asked, still not comprehending how just a minute ago you were stone cold.

“I’m here, aren’t I.” You shrugged, feeling your wet clothes sticking to your body, knowing you must look like Carrie at the prom.

Sherlock’s face was stuck in shock and confusion, and he didn’t move for almost a whole minute.

“John, I think he’s short circuiting. You might want to check him for a concussion, or maybe he needs an MRI.” You smirked, repeating his words from just days before.

“So it’s true? All of it?” Sherlock asked.

“All of it.” You nodded.

“Demons, ghosts, vampires...” He began to list off.

“All of it.” You repeated.

He was quiet for a moment, taking it all in.

His next two words shocked you, something you never thought would come out of his mouth.

“Marry me.” He said suddenly.

“What?” Your brothers said in unison, but you only smiled.

“Y/N, you took a bullet for me, you died for me.” Sherlock shook his head, you wouldn’t do that if you didn’t love him.

“And you got a tattoo for me,” You smiled, pulling him closer until your lips met. You took a bullet for him, and you’d do it again, any day... but you may need to do Crowley a couple favors first.

[crazy-loca-blog]

Personal thoughts on Open Heart Second Year, Chapter 18

Note: As the title says, these are just personal opinions on Choices books and chapters. Of course, you may agree or disagree with them, I only use this platform to express my thoughts on what I read every week and what I’d like to see in the next chapters, because none of my friends play Choices so I have no one to comment the books with.

Last week I was so, so overwhelmed (in a good way) for everything that happened at that gala that I couldn’t even begin to write a post. My head was a mess! I had so much information on my mind that it was impossible for me to get one nice paragraph. Luckily, this means this week I have so much to say! So get ready, because this post is a long one!

First of all, let me tell you that after what happened this week, I’m betting for a 20 chapter book. It’s the only way I can see them making a proper closure to the story (with chapter 19 focused on saving Leland Bloom’s wife AND Edenbrook, and chapter 20 focused on fixing our own mess with our LIs).

I have mixed emotions on this chapter. At first, I absolutely loved it. It gave me such a rollercoaster of emotions that I just couldn’t help loving it. I went from being surprised to see Aurora back, to laughing with Zaid and Baz treating a patient together, to almost crying with the night out scene. I was really hyped! But then I replayed the chapter and I began to notice all those small details that you don’t notice when you first read it, and yeah, I have to agree with a lot of people who are as invested in this series as I am: something is not adding up after the rewrites.

As a person who’s romancing Ethan, Chapter 17 was a HUGE step in the relationship with the MC. The guy finally got rid of all his morals and his visions of what’s ethically correct dismantled the diagnostics team (aka “he’s not our boss anymore”) and decided to make things public with the MC (not “official”, but “public”). Now that I look at that moment in retrospective, I might understand the scene made sense so that the writers could finally level the field with people who are romancing Rafael, Jackie and Bryce. But this is when the first problem arises: the relationship with Rafael, Jackie or Bryce has never been public either. Sure, there has been some PDA between them and the MC throughout the whole series, but it’s not like our friends can say “oh, they’re a thing”, it’s not something evident. Why didn’t they use the gala for that? I simply don’t get it! They didn’t need to be “official”, just “public”. It was so easy, and I think it would have made things easier for the rest of the book.

And then we have this time jump… which now I’m beginning to realize it wasn’t as huge as we originally thought! Sure, we skipped Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year, and we went from winter to spring in, literally, one screenshot. So it may seem it’s been a long, long time since the gala… BUT… the book has been settled on winter since forever now (there was already snow in Chapter 13 when we returned to work!), so even though we know it’s been over a month since the gala (because, and here I quote Ethan Ramsey, “this will actually stretch our budget for much longer than we expected”), it’s not like we’ve been on that limbo for a really, really loooong time!

Of course, this doesn’t justify the fact that the relationships with the LIs were affected by this time gap. And this is where I think the writers made a huge mistake. I actually said something about it already, but the fact that we’re not staying in Boston to continue our residency (even though we know in the end we’ll stay) may be the thing that it’s delaying the fact that we’re not official with our LIs. Again, Rafael is staying in Boston… after the Panacea scandal, Jackie will go wherever she’s accepted… Bryce was looking at a hospital in Chicago… and the more I replay the chapter, the more I think Ethan is overworking to avoid thinking about his own future (yup, he is a mess and he’s delaying the inevitable… as usual). But this doesn’t mean we don’t want to know what’s going on with our relationship… like… long distance? breaking up? enjoying it while it lasts? Chapter 18 was the right moment to have “the talk” (there were at least two moments in the chapter that would have worked perfectly: those free individual scenes that we had with our LIs… or during the night out, after Ethan joined the gang at the helipad) and it didn’t happen… and yes, it’s disappointing and frustrating. They missed a HUGE opportunity.

Despite all this, this chapter gave us a bunch of good scenes:

1. The hospital scenes. This was a brief moment, but it was simply beautiful. In Chapter 17, we realized that “everything was about the mission” and that seemed to be a breaking point for everyone at Edenbrook. Seeing all of them working as the huge team they are, everyone overworking and helping each other just to help as many people as possible gave me all those community vibes that we constantly hear about in this series. I definitely need more of this in Book 3. The fact that they also connected all this madness with the closure of our interns plots was a nice detail. Can you believe that Gary Garrison was definitely the “last man standing”? Also, did you notice that Sothy and Elijah’s plot changes depending on the choices you made in past chapters? And I want to think that Sienna and Mitch finally talking about what happened will give her the peace of mind she needs and deserves.

2. Bryce’s diamond scene. I had so much fun with the Lahelas in Book 2. I love these two… I just can’t stop making puppy eyes every time we have a chance to witness such a wonderful relationship between these siblings. And Keiki leaving to boarding school was the happy ending they deserved. I’m so glad to see that there won’t be a new drama for them and that their parents agreed to send Keiki to boarding school. I loved to see how much Bryce grew in Book 2 (you know that I’ve always loved him, but now I came to consider him a “national treasure” type of guy) and how he really made his biggest effort to become the best version of himself we’ve seen so far. I’m so proud of him that it hurts!

3. Esme’s plot. It was nice to see that the relationship with her actually changes based on our choices. It still bothers me that we won’t know if she did it on purpose or not (I really hope we get to know the truth by the end of the book), but I felt proud of defending her after seeing how she seemed to be the only one who actually cared about Levi in that negotiation between his parents and the board, where everything was about “how much is Levi worth”. And I have to say that I fully agree with what Esme tells us if we don’t defend her… let’s be honest, the main reason why we got away with all Mrs. Martinez stuff was because PB was already planning a Book 2 of what Ethan did for us at the hearing.

4. The night out with our friends. We asked for it for a really, really long time. Book 2 was so focused on the hospital stuff that we missed those moments with our friends. It was so different from Vegas! It was intimate, it was emotional, there was this much needed bonding between the gang… there was a heart to heart that was long overdue! It was definitely a proper temporary goodbye to them. Besides what I mentioned before about “the talk”, I don’t think I would’ve changed anything about this scene.

By now, the final chapters of the book seem pretty obvious. I mean… Leland Bloom is a BILLIONAIRE and he loves to negotiate. Will he save Edenbrook if we save his wife? Absolutely, there is no question! We know the man is an ass****, but we also know how much he ADORES his wife and how genuine their marriage is (it’s 100% true love). She is also a caring woman, so I definitely don’t want to see her die. But how will they approach it? And here is where I want to see something HUGE happening (fingers crossed!). We know that the diagnostics team has been reduced to three people: the MC, Baz, and Ethan. BUT, at the same time, we have a full staff of people available to help (in the words of Ethan, “The other departments have taken the diagnostics team’s lead”... which leads to an inconsistency because the team is supposedly dismantled). So not only I see our team solving the case, but also everyone at the hospital involved on it. I can see Caroline Bloom taken by the paramedics to be admitted to Edenbrook, the nurses taking care of her, our friends helping to solve the case as part of the diagnostics team, Bryce, Harper and Tanaka performing some surgery, Kyra working on the paperwork… I’d love to see that, in the end, saving Edenbrook was a group effort and not only something like “the diagnostics team saved the hospital from closing”. That would be so, so nice to see and it would give every single character in this book the recognition they deserve!

[dustbinflower0]

i know it’s so much to ask you to acre for your life and getting land fuckin sucks but PLEASE get them done. i’ve followed for a long time, and you’re such a special person even if you don’t believe it. i know you’ve bene told this before and that it won’t change anything going on in your head, but please stay alive. please keep fighting.

Thank you so much for your message. I can't even tell you how much it means that you've followed me for so long. With my first blog I had a lot more followers and you guys got me through a lot. I was so sad when my blogs started getting deleted and I lost touch. Thank you for sticking by me.

I'm thinking of making an appointment with my pcp. it's loooong overdue; I used to see her once a week for labs. And my psych is really pushing me to see her. I love her and she's amazing, it's just hard to make a priority and to care.

I haven't totally given up. To be honest, it plagues me and feels like a total complete failure that I'm still here, and survived my attempts, even if barely. But I'm doing the work in therapy, and I make myself get out of bed and follow a routine. It takes a lot of effort, but I am trying.

Hope you're well. Sending lots of love 💖

[f0rever15elf]

Hi so this thing is loooong overdue and I meant to do this MONTHS ago but here it is.

So, you. HOLY SHIT YOU. AND YOUR WRITING?????? oh my fricking damn god. I am IN LOVE with your writing. You are one of THE most underrated writers/blog in our fandom. Your Pero???? One of my most favourite Peros by far. I had just joined Tumblr when you announced about the Roommates series. I am hooked ever since.

One random day I decided to open my tumblr from the desktop and I viewed your blog and HOLY SHIT. IT'S SO PRETTILY CURATED??!?!?!?!?!?

You care so much about other people EVEN when you barely know them. Like you weren't obliged to reach out to me during some drama but you did and kept updates on my wellbeing which... 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I meant to write this about months ago but I kept delaying until I couldn't help it.

Love you so much. Your presence is a blessing on Tumblr

OH my darling!!! I read this last night before I went to sleep and it made me so happy I cried. Now, reading it again this morning, I’m equally happy! 

You’re so damn sweet and your complements have me over the moon!! Thank you so so so much, I’m so happy you love my Pero series as much as you do! It’s so close to my heart, I’m so happy that I can share it with you! 

And thank you! I can’t really take credit for the blog theme, it’s not mine. You can actually find it here! I simply changed the color of the background ^^. I may be getting better at programming, but html is still a foreign concept to me. Maybe one day! 

I really just want people to be ok and to be happy. That’s all I want in life, for my friends and the people I care about and for everyone else to be ok and to be happy. If I can ever help anyone in any way, I want to. I’m just glad that after all that drama that you’re doing ok lovely <3 

Thank you so much darling this is the nicest thing I have ever received, and has picked up my spirits more than you know. Stay wonderful <3 

[solesurvivorkat]

FC5 Deputy GFH Dialogue

(Quickie ‘Katie IRL’ Update: So sorry for lack of writing... to be succinct, I might have a sleep disorder, possibly Sleep Apnea - been very tired/lethargic for several months now, finally have a test scheduled for late August. Will have to ‘make do’/power through fatigue until then. I will do my best to jump-start my writing {and my YT channel} until then!

Also - as for ‘I Need to Tell You’ (FC5 no-cult AU fic) - I don’t think I have a ton of readers for that one, so I’m just gonna stick to the movie-plot where I can & finish it up {the end is nearing!}. If anyone wants to read anything else from that ‘verse, lemme know & I’ll whip something up - otherwise, I’m gonna finish that up & get back to working on ‘The Book of John’ again, which is loooong overdue {poor Sarah’s been in John’s bunker forever, lol!}. THAT said... )

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Deputy Sarah Rook

(NOTE: My apologies if Sarah’s dialogue is similar to anyone else’s OC’s... I promise and swear that if it happens, it’s purely coincidental. I am adamant about not {purposely} stealing anyone else’s creativity! <3  Also, this is quite long... but it’s not everything in FC5, so if you like it & want even more, just lemme know, lol.)

With Fangs for Hire:

Boomer: “Aww, who’s my sweet, brave boy?” (kisses forehead) - “Good boy, Boomer!” - “I know what it’s like to have someone you love taken away from you... but don’t worry boy, you’re not alone. And I’ll do everything I can to make sure you never are again.” - “I won’t let Eden’s Gate use you, I promise.” - “Boomer, go!” - “Rae-Rae won’t have died in vain, I promise you.”

Peaches: “I’m... usually more of a dog person - but as long as I get to keep all my fingers and limbs, I’m satisfied.” - “Peaches, attack!” - “Us girls gotta stick together, right?” - “Hmm... one blue eye, one brown. Unique!” - “Needless to say, a cougar’s a very dangerous pet. Miss Mable never should have tried to raise you in captivity. Still... it can be handy to have a cougar for an ally.” - (gives affectionate pets) “Aww, my sweet little ‘danger kitty’...”

Cheeseburger: “You’re like a... big, dangerous teddy.” (laughs) - “Cheeseburger! How are ya, buddy?” - “Wade was sweet to look after you. I promise I’ll try to do the same.” - “I will not let Jacob take you.” - “Ohh, those big brown eyes of yours...” - “I can’t believe Wade not only found a collar to fit you, but also one that had cheeseburgers on it. Wow.” - “I’m glad you’re on my side, boy.” - “No, I can’t give you any more cheeseburgers. ...Stop looking at me like that, you know they’re not good for you. ...You’re on a diet, remember? ...  (sighs)  .....Okay, ONE burger. Don’t tell anyone.”

With other Guns for Hire:

Sharky

(serious) “Sharky... just between us... you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” - “Sharky... never change.” (smiles)

“Sharky, I know fire is your, uh- ‘specialty’, but... you need to try not burning down half the forest with us!” 

“Anything you say, Charlemagne.” 

“You and Hurk are a dangerous duo - in more ways than one.” 

(horrified, after hearing about his mom/parents) “Anyone who'd do that to an innocent baby doesn’t deserve them. You’re better off, Shark.” 

(cheesy grin) “I hope Eden’s Gate stocked up on ‘Shark repellent’!” 

(when fighting together) “Time for a ‘Shark attack’!” - “You’ve got us between a rock and a shark place!” - “Sarah and Shark, makin’ their mark!” - “You might be better off using your gun here, Sharky.”

“Disco, Sharky? Really? (sighs) ...All right, to each his own.”

“Hey Sharky, got a bad joke for ya - what’s a shark’s favorite bible story? ...’Noah’s Shark’!”

“Ride or die, buddy!”

“No matter what, I’ve always got your back, Sharky.”

Grace

(chuckles nervously/anxiously after seeing ‘serious/deadpan Grace’) “Sorry, I... joking around is kind of my ‘defense mechanism’...”

“A medal in the Olympics... that’s amazing, Grace. ...Er- no pun intended.”

“For what it’s worth... thank you for your service to our country.”

(after Grace mentions destroying copies of ‘Only You’, Sarah chuckles sadly) “Y’know, it’s funny... I actually used to like that song...”

“I know you want to protect your dad’s grave, I do completely understand... but we also need to help protect innocent people that’re still living too, you know? They need us... need you.”

Hurk

"Hercules Drubman Junior - as I live and breathe." (smiles)

“Hurk, I... don’t think a rocket launcher is the best weapon to use right now...”

“As... ‘tempting’ as ‘Hurk’s Gate’ sounds, I... don’t think it’s quite for me.”

(at a loss for words) “...Oh Hurk...”

“Y’know Hurk... there is a lot more to life than beer, drugs, and sex...” - (Hurk {looks horrified}: “...Say whaat? What’choo talkin’ ‘bout, Dep??”)

“Hurk, just... be careful.”

(stares blankly, then slowly raises an eyebrow) “...Monkey... King/God??”

“No offense dude, but... if your dad doesn’t stop talking I may have to ‘accidentally’ shoot him.”

(sneaking around) “You’re not exactly the ‘king of stealth’. Why don’t... you hang back here for a minute? I’ll signal you or call out if I need you.”

“To each their own, but ‘partying’ is... not really my thing.”

Adelaide

(pointing in turn to Sharky, Hurk, then Addie, during ‘tongue-in-cheek’ suggestions for Sarah) “No, no, and HELL no.”

(Addie: "Punch it Chewie! ...Bet you got a kick out of that, you fuckin’ nerd.") “Hey- I love the reference, and I’m proud of who I am. ...Mostly.” (smiles)

“Addie, for the last time - no, I did not inspect John's underwear drawer when I was at Seed Ranch. I was a little occupied at the time.” (turns bright red as Addie looks thrilled) “...That- that’s not what I meant!”

(reluctantly) “Addie? I kind of need some... ‘womanly advice’.” - (Addie, eyebrows raised: “And you came to me?? Oh hunny...”)

“While I appreciate your... ‘openness’, no - I do not need ‘tips’ from you and Xander about ‘positions’.”

“Addie... ‘showing more cleavage’ is not going to help me with the Seed brothers or Eden’s Gate, despite your insistence.”

“...I am not playing ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’...”

Nick

(after flying Carmina - and puking once landed) “Nick... if you ever make me do that again... I don’t know what I’ll do, but it’ll be bad.”

“Flying may be great for you, but I’m much happier with my feet on the ground.”

“I’ll protect you and your family as much as I can - that’s a promise.”

“Defending your business, plane, home, family, and friends like you have been... I’m sure your family would be very proud of you.”

“There he is, ‘King of the Skies’!”

“You and Kim... you’re lucky to have each other. I kind of envy that.”

“Rook and Rye - on land and in the sky!“

“I know fighting Eden’s Gate is important, but... don’t forget to be there for Kim too. We’ve [the Resistance] got this... Kim and your baby need you more.” 

(After Carmina's born) "How's Kim and the baby? You'd better be taking good care of my goddaughter!"

Jess

“I know we grew up in very different ‘environments’, but... I also know what it’s like to feel alone for a long time. No pressure, but... I’m here if you ever need someone to lend an ear.”

(re: Jess’s insane survival skills) “...You’ve got to teach me that/how to do that sometime.”

“You’re related to Dutch? Wow, that’s... kinda cool.”

“I thought I swore a lot, but... wow.”

“Yeah... I’m not one for small talk, either.”

In Combat

(to herself, stressed) “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...”

“Aw shit...”

“Fucking Peggies!”

(to herself, quickly and quietly) “You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day...”

“Let’s kick some Peggie ass!”

(to herself) “I can do all things through him who strengthens me...”

“May God have mercy on you.”

“I don’t think my soul is the one that needs saving!”

Driving

(hears ‘Oh John’ on the radio & starts humming along. After a couple seconds, realizes what she’s doing and shakes her head, murmuring to herself) “...Damnit...”

“I’m driving? If you say so.”

“ ‘Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need... roads.’ “ (smug grin)

“I used to like driving. Found it kind of relaxing, most of the time. ...That was before I started having to get used to being pursued and chased down by Eden’s Gate trucks.”

“Time for... LUDICROUS SPEED!”

“Fasten your seatbelts... it’s going to be a bumpy ride!”

Idle

“...So...?”

“Everything okay? Do you need a break?”

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but I spent most of my life in New England - Connecticut, actually. Born and raised. I moved out to Hope County only a few years ago, when the Deputy job opened up. Thought it’d be... a ‘fresh start’. ...Definitely didn’t expect anything like all this to happen.”

“I used to roll my eyes - or want to - every time the Sheriff and the other Deps called me ‘Rookie’. They thought it was so funny, on account of my last name and all, and me being the newest addition to the department. Now that we’re all spread out and fighting against the cult... I think I kind of miss it.”

“Some of the most horrible things imaginable... have been done by people who claim they had ‘good reasons’ behind their actions.”

“There’s an old proverb that states, ‘Hell is full of good meanings, but heaven is full of good works’. ...There’s a lot of wisdom in that.”

“God has a reason for everything, even if we don’t always understand why...”

“The right thing to do is not always the easy thing to do...”

“Faith is believing in things when common sense tell you not to.“

“Imagine the things we could accomplish... if we would just try.”

“ ‘Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.’ ...Make fun of me all you want, but it’s true.”

“I do love nature. ...You know... when it’s not being interrupted by religious idiots.”

“Courage isn’t the absence of fear... it’s deciding that something is more important than fear.”

Recruiting/Greeting

“I’ll do everything I can... you can count on it.”

“Good to see you again.”

“Let’s do this.”

“Stronger together!”

Dismissal

“Until we meet again - stay safe.”

“Call me if you need me.”

“Done already? Aww, you’re killin’ me, Smalls.”

Injured/Down

“God damnit... not yet...”

“FUCK!”

“This can’t be it...”

“I’m sorry... I tried...”

“I need some help!”

Revived/Assisted

“Thanks... now let’s teach these assholes a lesson they won’t soon forget.”

“Never tell me the odds!”

“Never give up, never surrender!”

“Thanks for the help!”

“Thanks... our work’s not done yet!”

Stealth

“Shh... ‘silence is golden’, remember?“

“Keep a low profile!”

“Be cautious...”

“Don’t let ‘em see you comin’...”

“ ‘Even a fool who keeps silent is considered wise...’ ”

Being aimed at

“Watch where you’re pointing that.”

“I’m a much better shot than I let on. Just remember that.”

“Two hits - me hitting you, and you hitting the ground. I suggest you aim elsewhere.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Location-Specific:

By any body of water: “When I lived in Connecticut, I loved seeing the ocean. The lakes in Montana can be beautiful, but... it’s not quite the same.”

The Henbane: “Freakin’ Bliss.” / “Please promise me... that you’ll never, ever let me end up like one of Faith’s Angels.” / “Exploiting people’s weaknesses and fears to get them to do what you want... it’s wrong on so many levels.” / “Rachel Jessop wasn’t the first, or even the second ‘Faith Seed’... I wonder if she’s ever afraid of ending up like them.” / “God wants people to follow him willingly, to choose to do good - not be forced into it with trickery and fear. Even if - in an insane world - Joseph was right, it doesn’t excuse the things that Eden’s Gate has done. If they have a message to spread, this isn’t the way to do it.”

Holland Valley: “Saying ‘Yes’ to everything doesn’t make you a better person.” /  “Many people know the seven deadly sins... but few people can name - let alone even know about - the 'seven virtues': chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, and humility. ...But you don’t see John tattooing those on people.” / John is... he’s done some horrible things. Committed heinous acts. But knowing the life he had to endure as a child when the Duncans adopted him... I hate so many of the things he’s done, but... part of me can’t help feeling sorry for him, too.” / “Underneath all those layers of ‘jackass’, way, waaaay deep down... I think there’s a lot of hurt and pain in John.”

The Whitetails: “Jacob acts like having feelings, friends, caring for things and people makes you weak. It’s just the opposite... having things to fight for - people to fight for - is a strength. More than just a ‘purpose’ - it’s a blessing.” / (angry) Jacob turning me into a weapon of destruction... he’s going to pay for that. / Forcing Bliss on animals to turn them into Judges... it’s wrong on multiple levels. / “I’m ‘weak’, Jacob? I’ll show you what a ‘weak’ person can do.”

[silvermoonjewel]

hey friends !!

here are some tag games that have been loooong overdue!! i was tagged twice by @moonpils thank u !! sorry that it took me so long ;;

Rules:

Take the test

Reblog this post with what type you got

Tag 7 mutuals to do the same!

Let’s find our matches people!

I am a Dreamer! The world is a place of beauty and magic in the eyes of a DREAMER. Where others see facts and figures, you see symbols, metaphors, and hidden meanings. 

21 Questions

Name: Celine

Nickname: atm people don’t really use nicknames for me anymore

Star sign: Taurus !

Height: 163cm

Current time: 09:03

Favourite artist: Super Junior, SHINee, BTOB, Monsta X, B1A4

Song stuck in head: i’m listening to an nct playlist now, summer 127 by nct 127 is playing !

Last Movie I Saw: hmmm i think it was Two Weeks Notice

Last thing I googled: ‘infj-t best match’ (i was showing a friend that my personality type matches well with Namjoon’s ahhaha)

Other blogs: yup! @narniadreams is my main!

Do I get asks: on this blog, almost never ;;

Reason of URL: i love hyukjae lol, it speaks for itself

Following: 128

Avg sleep: around 5 or 6 hours

What I am currently wearing: black long sleeve high neck shirt, black jean skirt + belt and chain, black thighs and black trainers. can u tell i like black?

Dream Job: film director i think

Dream Trip: i wanna go back to south korea SO BADLY!! but i also want to go to iceland one day, japan too, and new zealand! 

Favourite Foods: potatoes maybe? rice??? i also love apples

Instruments: i can play violin, and a bit of guitar/ukelele and piano

Favourite Song: It’s You by Super Junior is my favourite Kpop song ever, however there are so many great ones 

i don’t tag anyone bc i am WAY too late with this ;;; so so sorry, but these were fun to do !! 

[figmentforms]

Loooong overdue Q&A,and Announcements!

Lots of the questions are from many many months ago. Sorry about that! I’m super behind on everything because my life got so crazy for a while there and I’m still catching up! If interested in details about my life, I wrote more in depth about it at the bottom of this post!

Announcements:

❄ Comic updates should start to be weekly again now that things are finally settling down in my life! :D

❄ I found some copies of my comics to sell! If interested in a printed copy of AToTR Volume 1 or Volume 2, Check out my Etsy store here! https://www.etsy.com/shop/GildedPixel

***From the last round of comic selling, a few got sent back to me because something went wrong with the address. Unfortunately i have no idea who didn’t get theirs because of the aforementioned chaos. If you still haven’t gotten your order from like... half a year ago, please just let me know and I’ll send you your order again.

❄ Apparently tumblr is having some uh… “serious technical difficulties”. If it goes belly up, all my comics are free to see on my Patreon. Only the newest comic each week is locked for only patrons to view, but it unlocks when the next one comes out each week. https://www.patreon.com/LorIllustration

❄ A new update to the Youtube dub of my comic is up on Starbot Dubs!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZuLjHvERxA

If you haven’t see the previous 5 parts, they’re all here as one video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTAEM9PFPVY

And Now for Q&A!!!

I am so grateful for this letter and for the many other letters of support I was sent over the past couple months. It really helped me get through the low times and I’ll always appreciate it that you and many others took the time to send me words of encouragement, empathy, and advice. Thank you so much! 

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Thank you! AND I WOULD BE SO HONORED PLEASE DO!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D

Thank you! My best advice for anatomy would be to focus on two things: look  online for skeletal and muscle anatomy illustrations. Knowing the hardware under the skin helps SO much! Also do lots of life drawings. Draw anyone willing to sit still long enough for you! The more you do it, the easier it will get and the more you will develop your own style!

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For the most part, I draw around the word bubbles! Then the next priority is to draw what needs to be shown to communicate the point of the panels. Usually in the super early stages it’s just characters that are sketched in, but sometimes elements of the setting are just as important, like a doorway or establishing the setting for a new scene! I hope that helps!

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LOL she would be SO tempted, but wouldn’t resort to anything like that unless it was over something extremely important that also happened to be an emergency. Ganondorf however would have no problem with it because he has a different, much more Direct, style of governing. XD

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Rinku is indeed Link!

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Absolutely the second one. XD

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TaDaaa!!!! XD

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Super good question! For the most part all the rooms are just laid out as I need them to communicate a comic clearly. The exception is if I already have drawn a room, I try to keep it the same. The throne room, Specific bedrooms, ect. But I don’t have a castle layout set in stone or anything. lol I will eventually have to do that at some point though.

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I strongly considered having this be a story arc at one point but it got dropped! Short answer is, Yes. He would eventually try to do that. But would find that Impa had already secretly killed him years ago and never told Zelda.

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Oh he totally does that all the time!!!  Just not important to the story so it’s not shown!

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YUP!!! XD

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Someday, totally, but I haven’t even caught up with the ones I started last spring!!! *I suddenly experience a mighty wave of shame*

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Awww! That’s a really sweet idea!!!! She would totally take his name and he would be so darn proud!

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Oh HECK YEAH!!!!

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Possibly! But if so, it will be in the next reincarnation arc!

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At a later point, I think! if I have time to develop it and not stagnate the story too terribly much!

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Thank you! And Tingle? At some point, YES. Mask salesman? Not sure yet! maybe!

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That's beautiful!!! Was it a fic??? That’s an incredibly cool idea!

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That’s adorable. Eventually they would have to dance together at a royal ball. Ganondorf is a bit more graceful than Zelda, but they would manage. Would be cute as heck too because Zelda would be a little shy and Ganondorf would urge her to be more confident... and maybe rile up her competitive nature by saying he’s better at it than her.

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Update on my life!

Leaving my old life and my ex last August was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it was the right choice and I’m so much happier now. Things are finally getting stable now! I was only planning to stay with my aunt Jan in Ohio for a short while, but she recently got some serious health problems so I’ll be staying with her for several months more to help take care of her. And even though I wasn’t looking for a new relationship so soon after leaving my troubled marriage, I randomly met someone a few weeks ago that just amazed me with how universally kind he is and with how much we have in common! His name is Mark and he works as an army nurse with a forward surgical team attached to a special operations joint task force. He just got deployed to Afghanistan to go and patch people up, and if all goes well he will be back home in late summer. I never thought soul mates were really a thing, but if they are, I think he’s mine! As for my dog Oscar, he’s continued to grow and be a happy giant puppy! He’s going to be a full year old at the end of December! He’s almost 60 pounds now!!!

On the less than great side, I’ve had no luck finding an art-related job, so I’m going to be switching my career goals over to becoming an art teacher. But honestly, I think teaching will be a much more emotionally fulfilling career, so even though that wasn’t my original plan, I’m excited to start to chase that new dream!

Thank you all so much for your continued kindness and support for both for my work and for me as a human. You all are a big part of why I had the confidence and self worth to leave a bad situation and I will always be grateful to you all for that. Thank you for helping me reach this new better life! 

[thereadingcycle]

Just for a Week (chapter 5)

Hey guys! So you may have noticed that I haven’t gotten to your prompts yet (I promise they’re coming) but it is because I have been working on this loooong overdue update! I hope you enjoy! If you’re not up to date, then you can get up to date here.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror again.

Harry walked back to the closet, tossing his clothes to the ground again.

Harry put on something that he had already tried on ten minutes ago.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror again.

This cycle lasted almost an hour before Ron couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Mate, if you change your clothes one more time, I’m going to spell whatever you put on next so you won’t be able to take it off.”

“You wouldn’t even know a spell to do that,” Harry commented, pulling down the green sweater he was wearing.

“True, but I will go downstairs, ask ‘Mione, come back up here, and spell your clothes on you. Don’t make me do it. I will.”

Harry looked up at Ron’s reflection in the mirror and saw that he was serious. He looked down at the sweater he had on and weighed his options before deciding not to risk it.

“Fine. I’ll stick with what I have,” he grumbled, going to his drawer to pull out a pair of socks.

“Good. Green looks nice on you anyway. It makes your eyes pop,” Ron said absentmindedly. Then, catching the look Harry threw him, he added, “I- I mean at least that’s what Draco will think. He’ll love anything you’re wearing. That’s what boyfriends do.” Harry’s heart dropped just like it did every time someone referred to Draco as his “boyfriend”.

“Yeah,” Harry muttered, focusing all of his attention on tying his shoes so that Ron wouldn’t see the heat rising to his cheeks.

“I should know,” Ron continued. “I am a boyfriend after all. And if you ask me, I don’t really care about what Hermione’s wearing so much as when she takes her-”

“Okay, Ron!” Harry shot into a standing position. “I get it. I get what you’re trying to do, and thank you, but please, don’t ever talk to me about Hermione without clothes on. Ever.”

“Oh right, sorry,” Ron said, looking sheepish. “Is this a gay thing? Like now that you’re dating a boy, you don’t want to talk about girls?”

“No,” Harry rolled his eyes. “It’s a ‘Hermione is like my sister’ thing. Just like I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to tell you about Ginny without-”

“Yes! Yes, I understand what you’re saying now. Please stop talking.”

There was a moment of awkward silence, both of them uncomfortably looking at the floor and trying to chase out unwanted visuals.

“Okay,” Harry said, reaching for the doorknob. “Then we’re agreed that we won’t talk about this anymore.”

“Yes,” Ron nodded, looking eager to leave the room and this conversation behind. “Never again.”

Harry and Ron walked down the stairs to the eighth year common room, laughing and joking the whole way down. Harry was just about to shove Ron for his comment about the third outfit he had tried on when he noticed that the other boy had stopped in his tracks at the bottom of the stairs.

“Bloody hell…” Ron whisphered, letting his mouth hang open as he trailed off. Harry turned his head to follow his friend’s gaze.

Hermione was sitting in one of the loveseats by the fire, her head tossed back in laughter. Her usually messy clothes were now delicate ringlets that spiraled down past her shoulders, and her purple top gave Harry a momentary flashback to her Yule Ball dress. She looked beautiful, but Harry’s attention didn’t linger on her for very long because right next to her, leaning against the arm of her chair, and laughing right along with her, was Draco. Harry’s heart missed a beat as his eyes raked over what he was wearing. He had on dark blue skinny jeans, trainers (Harry had never seen Draco in trainers before), and a scarlet sweater that was just a bit too big. Harry looked down at his own green sweater and couldn’t help but wonder if Draco had dressed for him too. When his eyes finally landed on Draco’s face, he saw that the other boy was staring back at him, the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

Harry was grateful when Ron slapped an arm around his shoulders, snapping him out of his daze and allowing him to tear his eyes away from Draco.

“We’re the luckiest blokes in the school, aren’t we?” He grinned and ruffled Harry hair (that he had spent at least an hour trying to tame).

“Yeah…” Harry agreed, swatting Ron’s hands away, but he was already crossing the room to where Hermione sat waiting for him. Harry followed along behind him, too nervous to bother fixing his hair.

“Hey, Dray,” He said, shuffling over to him. He barely had the words out of his mouth before Draco’s hands were in his hair, smoothing it down.

“You look like you and Weasley just rolled out of bed together,” he was saying. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a hot look, but maybe a bit inappropriate for where we’re going.”

Harry’s mind only played the words “hot look” at warpspeed in his mind about 2,000 times before he was able to compose himself enough to speak.

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Find the Word Tag

Loooong overdue, but here is the Find the Word as I was tagged into by wonderful @opal-bee (thank you!) 

The assigned words are bitter, sand, sorrow, cloud. I’m going to be going through several WIPs to find them. The below came from three different WIPs.

Bitter:  “Most people never learned the truth until later,” Dorian said softly.

“Yeah. Besides, they’ve mostly forgotten about her now,” Felix said bitterly. “Even the important ones.” When Dorian didn’t respond to that--couldn’t respond to that--Felix shook his head and heaved himself out of the car. He waited until Dorian was standing, coffees and pastries well in hand, before taking a deep breath and bracing himself. “Let’s go.”

As they walked in silence towards the building, Felix was again struck by the beauty of the facility where his father lived now. The builders had clearly known what the buildings would be used for, and had sought to offset the inside by making the outside as colorful as possible. The buildings were covered with a thin layer of metal which shone in the sunlight, and as they walked towards the door, the shimmer of light on that metal produced a coruscating liquid rainbow. Felix let his eyes follow the dancing light, grateful for the distraction from what awaited them. “Thank you for coming with me,” he said abruptly to Dorian. “I mean it. I’m… I’m not looking forward to all this.”

Sand: Sands. And yet he simply couldn’t reject it. “Then I will see you after the tour and probably the evening meal, then?”

“I think so.” Ylona gave a little sigh and final squeeze before withdrawing her hand, knowing that it wouldn’t be visible except to the most expert eye once the clothes were on and adjusted. But he would be feeling it for a while, that was certain. “You’ll see all of us.”

He smiled, though he was still struggling with allowing himself to truly enjoy it. At least they seemed genuine in their enjoyment. "Good. I'm looking forward to it." 

And, the sands help him, he was. 

Sorrow: Cassandra nodded grimly as she took the pouch. "Understood." For a moment she studied his face, then reached up to lay her hand on his cheek. The light of his eyes reflected off the metal of her glove, granting the silver a crimson hue. "I am sorry it came to this," she whispered, "but--"

"But it is time for me to assume the mantle of the Templar once more," he finished for her, taking her hand and lowering it. "Consider it one final opportunity to do the will of the Maker." When the sorrow didn't leave her face, he gave her a gentle smile. He did owe her that, after all. "Goodbye, Cassandra." 

She straightened, then leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Goodbye, Cullen." Without another word, she departed, leaving him to make his final preparations.

 Cloud: Eventually he became aware of a heavy hand on his shoulder, of being shaken gently, and of an echoing sound that kept repeating over and over again. The realization stole over him that his body had grown almost as numb as his heart, and that the moon had disappeared behind a bank of thick, dark clouds. When he looked up, it took him a moment to associate a name with the hulking giant kneeling next to him, and longer still before he realized that the echoing sound was his name. 

Tagging @ramonadecember, @lathboraxviran, @bh-chaotic, @cap-sweet-and-salty-sadness, and anyone else who wants to try this meme! Your words to find are: crow, spirit, look, smile