this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. i might as well post it

So I decided to gather all the ‘hobby’ dialogue from the Darkest Dungeon files. It seems to be an unused string of camping dialogue, but offers some interesting insight into the characters. I’ve just put them in the order they appear in:

Bounty Hunter

  • “A little time to reflect on my strategies.”
  • “Hold this apple on your head. Now stand still.”
  • “I will practice. Train. A professional adheres to a regimen.”

Crusader

  • “Shhh! I am praying!”
  • “Go away! I am reading my Versebook!”
  • “No, I’ll not play dice with you! I am studying the Verses!”

Grave Robber

  • “You – idle one! Hold my yarn!”
  • “Yes, I carve tiny tombstones. Mementos of my exploits.”
  • “These stab holes will simply not do! Where’s my needle and thread?”

Hellion

  • “Bet none of you can throw a knife as well as I. Eh?”
  • “Wrestle me. I crave an easy victory. (grin)”
  • “I am learning to read. It is a rare skill among my kind.”

Highwayman

  • “… with the night for his throne?” Hmm… tricky.“
  • ”… and he always came home?“ … No, no…”
  • “… like a dog to a bone?” … Still not right!“

Jester

  • "It’s called juggling. You never been to a circus?”
  • “What do I do for fun? You’re joking, right?”
  • “I’m practicing my sneering. Pretty good, huh?”

Leper

  • “Here we sit, the calm in the eye of the storm.”
  • “I must be cautious when stretching my ligaments, lest they tear, of course.”
  • “Pass this pipe around. The smoke dulls the senses.”

Occultist

  • “Why, I am documenting the journey, of course. Care to read?”
  • “Some quiet, please. I am on the verge of breaking the cypher.”
  • “Sigh… it is too dark to study my rituals here.”

Plague Doctor

  • “Some bark of aspen? Or maybe boiled cerato leaf? Hmm…”
  • “Hold that wound still. My sketch is nearly done.”
  • “May I lance that boil? The pus is intriguingly gray!”

Vestal

  • “Busy yourself elsewhere. I am praying for your soul.”
  • “Yes, I shave my legs. What of it?”
  • “Have you thread? I’ve torn a seam in my temple garments.”

Man-At-Arms

  • “Leave me to reflect on the day’s battles.”
  • “How did that one blow slip past my guard..? I must think…”
  • “I learned to carve during the lulls of the Cyprian campaign.”

Arbalest

  • “Put this apple on your head and close your eyes.”
  • “I will stick with you until wanderlust strikes again.”
  • “Dice? What’s the wager?”

Houndmaster

  • “…and that’s when I learned the hound could sing!”
  • “Cooking meat robs it of its nutrifying essence.”
  • “It is certain that anyone in politics has been corrupted in some fashion or another.”

Abomination

  • “I only ever had time for my crucible and scrolls.”
  • “Oh I’ve loved before, but all were forgotten in the laboratory.”
  • “Care to see my drawings for a mechanical hand?”

Musketeer 

  • “My father can reload a musket as quick as a wink!”
  • “When we return, I am certain the club will initiate me”
  • “Whoever smells like that should die of shame and disgrace”
A Game of Chess

This was a post in my drafts for a while now which I just came across and … thought it might be relevant to bring out.

The Chessboard symbolism has shown up many times throughout the series

Following the Cochlea/Rushima Island arc, Aogiri was exterminated and the old Kings- Arima and Tsuneyoshi- are now dead:

This marked the end of the previous game of Chess, where the CCG triumphed against Aogiri. And now we’ve started afresh with Kaneki and Furuta as the Kings of the new game

There are valid arguments for which character represents which colour piece- at this stage I’m thinking Kaneki as White King and Furuta as Black King (explained here [x])

Well back in :re chapter 38, there was a chessboard in Uta’s mask shop

I’m not sure if it will ever be relevant in that much detail but it’s interesting to take note of which pieces are in play and see if it will match any events. It may coincide with some events now, or in the future, or mean nothing at all but it’s kind of neat to take note now and look back on later.

So this is the set up on Uta’s board.

Just for reference, these are the symbols/pieces (because holy shit I kept getting the crown symbols mixed up):

Black

  • The Black King has been chased into the corner and is being held there by the White Rook and Pawn. However, it is safe for the time being no matter what move the opponent makes- protected by the Black Queen and Rook. Even if it can’t move itself, it’s defenses are strong. Furuta himself has been put in a difficult situation with Hide, Marude and Matsuri’s coup.
  • The Black Queen is poised to take out those threatening the King. However, if it is White’s turn next she could be captured by the White Pawn- the ‘weakest’ piece attacking the ‘strongest’ piece on the board. Rize could be considered Furuta’s (unwilling) Queen, represented by the Oggai who have her kagune and are currently Furuta’s main ace in the sleeve.
  • The Black Knight is ready to take down the White Rook to protect the King or the Bishop (which could be a sacrificial move with the White Pawn diagonal). Ui, whose interest is riding horses, carries a spear/lance Quinque and has recently switched from wearing the white dove coat to Furuta’s new black uniform, could be considered his Knight.
  • The Black Rook is safe and protecting it’s King.
  • Notable captured Black pieces that are sitting next to the board on the table are the Knight, (possible) Bishop and a Pawn.

When Furuta announced himself as King, 4 characters were lined up in a row on the checkered floor:

It will be interesting to see if these are meant to reflect the pieces in that order on the board (Donato is an obvious choice for Bishop). Uta as Furuta’s Queen piece is an interesting concept.

White

  • The White King is safe and out of the way, with two Pawn soldiers at either side standing guard. Kaneki is currently away from the onslaught of the 24th Ward, surrounding by troops.
  • One White Rook is cornering the Black King but depending on which colour’s turn it is, may be in danger from the Black Queen or Knight. Alternatively, it may capture the Black Queen. 
  • If Ui is the Black Knight, that makes Hirako the White Rook. Wouldn’t it be interesting if he were the Rook from the right side of the King, like Hirako was Arima’s right hand man.
  • The other White Rook is being held at bay in the corner. Both the Rook, Knight and Pawn haven’t moved from their starting positions as of yet- they’ve yet to make their move in the game.
  • One Pawn is cornering the Black King, another is in a position to capture the Black Queen if it is White’s turn.
  • Notable captured White pieces on the table are the Bishop and 2 Pawns. 
  • The White side has also lost it’s Queen. If Kaneki is the White King, Touka is obviously the White Queen
  • Yet the White Queen piece is missing from the captured pieces on the table. That piece has disappeared. If we get a cliffhanger with Touka’s fate in upcoming chapters, well there we go.

All of this is pretty much conjecture considering there’s a high chance those pieces were placed there at random. Depending on how you look at it, many different characters could fit the situation of different pieces but these are just my main thoughts!

//so I was thinking this morning (always a dangerous sign) that I’ve talked a bit recently about how the Tumblr RP community isn’t always very good at encouraging people to find ways to manage or get to their drafts, and is instead more likely to coddle peoples’ anxieties without actually helping them at all. 

So this is a post of a few tips and tricks that might help RPers manage some of the more common anxieties I see crop up in our circle. Now, I’m not a full psychologist and nor am I licensed counselor. But I do have my master’s degree in clinical psychology with the intention to go on for the PhD (or get licensed to practice if I don’t get into a program) so I do kinda know what I’m talking about. Hopefully some of this advice is a little helpful:

1. “My drafts just stress me out.” This is a pretty common complaint, but I think in most circumstances it’s caused by stress going on outside of the RP world. Take a step back and breathe. Handle whatever is going on in your real life. That always comes first. If you come back and your drafts are still causing you to feel panicky, the next step is to find out the more specific reasons why. That’s going to help you best address the anxiety. Read on for some common reasons.

2. “I’ve gotten so behind, there’s so many and I’m overwhelmed.” This happens all the time! You take a hiatus for a week or two, or life just got really busy for a while, or just lost muse and now it’s back. But in the meantime, your drafts have piled up- suddenly you’re looking at 20, 50, 100- how do you even start? 

The best way I’ve found to handle this is to break them up into smaller chunks. It might be helpful to copy and paste your partners’ replies over into one or more word documents. You can then further organize those word documents even more. One for short replies, one for long, one for medium length. Or you can organize by muses, by how long the draft has been in your folder- whichever way you want to handle this. If you want to put one reply per document, you can organize them into folders instead. How you do this is entirely up to you.

Set a small goal for yourself- even one draft a day is better than no drafts at all. But by breaking the work up into chunks, you’ve taken a lot of the pressure off yourself. A goal of 1-5 drafts a day is a lot better than looking at all 50. 

Another tip- use the queue! Or simply keep completed drafts saved in the drafts folder until you’ve caught up enough to start posting. The queue will stagger your posts so replies aren’t coming out all at once, and your partners aren’t able to immediately reply back. And obviously keeping them in drafts even after they’re done lets you have more time to catch up. These are just a couple of tips, however, and there are probably other good ways to manage drafts. Find what works best for you!

And don’t be afraid to drop a couple if you have no muse for those threads anymore. Just let your partner know, they’ll understand. And if they don’t, they’re just an asshole and who needs that, right? It is better to communicate that you’re dropping them, however, so you’re partner isn’t left hanging.

3. “I haven’t replied in weeks, I’m worried my partner hates me.” I guarantee this is not true. Most people in the rp community are very understanding of slow response time. Your partners want to rp with you- they’ll be thrilled to see a response, even if it’s been several weeks. Responding, even slowly, shows a lot more dedication and excitement over your threads. 

So if it’s been several weeks, and you finally have muse for that thread and want to reply to it, but feel guilty or anxious because it’s been so long- reply anyway. Your partner will be so happy to see your response. 

Another way to alleviate this anxiety is to simply talk to your partner. And I know, this can be scary- but sometimes you have to bite the bullet and do the thing that makes you anxious. Take it slow if you need to, but communication is the best way to feel better about it. And I guarantee, you are going to feel so much more proud of yourself if you did the thing that made you anxious than if you didn’t.

That goes for replying as well. 

4. “I feel so inadequate compared to others. I should just stop.” This is an example of what mental health professionals call a “negative automatic thought”, or “NAT”. And like real gnats, these little thoughts get all up in your ears and start buzzing around. They can spiral out of control very quickly, until you feel absolutely terrible about yourself. These thoughts are very common in people with both anxiety and depression. 

But the thing is, they can be changed. You can actually re-wire your brain with a little work so that it won’t think these thoughts quite as often. One of the most effective ways is to simply replace the negative thought with a positive one- even if you don’t believe it. So if your negative thought is “I’m horrible compared to other people,” a replacement thought could be “No, I’m just as good as anyone else,” or “my writing is unique to me and it has value.”

You will not believe yourself at first, and it will seem a little bit weird when you start. It’s also a little challenging- your negative thoughts are automatic, you’re so used to thinking them that you aren’t even fully aware of it it half the time. But when you do catch yourself spiraling off into those negative thoughts- try to stop them. This is something we teach in therapy and over time, it does help. And it does get easier.

5. “It has to be PERFECT.” Perfectionism is at the root of a lot of peoples’ anxieties. But I challenge you with this- why? Why does it have to be perfect? What will happen if it’s not perfect? 

The answer to that, usually, is “my partners will hate me/lose interest/think I’m stupid or a bad writer.” Perfectionism is usually a fear of judgment, and it’s usually fueled by feelings of inadequacy or fears of failure. So to that, I refer you back to the previous advice about negative automatic thoughts. 

Challenge your thinking about your perfectionism. A good replacement thought for this one is “even if it’s not perfect, my partner will still be happy that I responded. My writing is still valuable to them.” Another good one- “imperfection means there’s room to grow. Mistakes don’t mean I’m a failure or no good.” 

In general, don’t let anxiety say “I can’t do this.” You can do it. Anxiety is not a permanent state. The body cannot sustain it very long- the elevated heart rate, heavy breathing, heightened arousal- it’s physically impossible for it to last. Eventually, your body will start to calm itself and even back out. This is something that is very hard to sit with, because your natural instinct is to run away from the thing that’s making you anxious. Your instinct is to close the drafts folder, to close the messenger, to log out of tumblr and ignore it all completely. But the truth is, that only makes your anxiety worse in the long run. 

Now, if these tips don’t help, or you’re finding your anxiety is so bad that it’s affecting your daily life in almost everything- I encourage people to please see a psychologist, psychiatrist, or some other mental health professional. Anxiety that’s chronically preventing you from doing the things you enjoy is anxiety that probably needs treatment. Having the extra support of a therapist or medication often makes it possible to implement some of these strategies, or find better ones that work for you. Especially if you’re having a hard time managing things on your own. 

Anybody that wants to add to this with other ideas that have been helpful to you, please feel free to do so. 

cathcer1984  asked:

Sorry I feel like I'm being a pain, asking so often... but do you guys have a werewolf convention tag? Where things like Electricity in the Contact and Wake Up Call and Pretty in Tents and similar fics would be? If this makes sense? ... its late and I'm not wearing my glasses. Thanks in advance.

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Anonymous said:Can you rec some werewolf convention fics? Thank you x

Omggggggggggg….NO.  I had this huge post almost done, and then accidentally dragged another tab on top and it reloaded this page, so I lost everything *wails*.  I think I recovered most of the links, fingers crossed!  (damn you, Tumblr!!!  Let me save replies as drafts!!!!!)  -Emmy

Originally posted by batlabels

Indulgence by Inell

(2,500 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, emissary!Stiles, married!sterek, public sex

Derek and Stiles indulge in a mutual kink in a hotel corridor outside a crowded ballroom during a werewolf conference.

Pack Dynamics Among Born Werewolves by alocalband 

(3,009 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, enemies to lovers

A Werewolf Convention AU in which both Derek and Stiles are complete nerds about supernatural politics.

Anything But Dull by tryslora

(3,593 I Teen I Complete)  *stackson, fake!sterek, arranged marriage

Politics is everything at a werewolf conference. Stiles is pretending to be Derek’s boyfriend. Peter is trying to make alliances by marrying Jackson and Malia off to other packs. And Jackson is frustrated by wanting the one person he can’t have.

Only Fools (Fall) by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl)

(4,836 I Teen I Complete)  *derek/stiles/scott

Scott knew this was a bad idea from the get go.
Okay, maybe not quite, but let’s just say he had some reservations about bringing Derek and Stiles to the Northern California Alpha Symposium as his guests. He was willing to take a majority of the blame, but he just wishes someone (coughLYDIAcough) would have stepped in and straightened this out before things got out of hand.

Operation Get Derek Laid by Kikileduc 

(5,109 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, secret relationship, spark!stiles

There’s pining, misunderstandings, confusion, a little jealousy…

Stiles and Derek they have a nice thing, no one knows, yet. The issue is, they want their alpha to get lucky at the werewolf seminar, and well Stiles thinks Derek wants that too…

Two Beds + Three People by KuriKuri

(5,145 I Explicit I Complete)  *derek/stiles/scott, polyamory

“You’re not going to try out the bed, Derek?” Scott asks, and Derek really, really hopes Scott doesn’t notice the way his heart skips a beat. There are many ways Derek can think of trying out Scott and Stiles’ hotel bed, none of them appropriate.

(Or: sour skittles at a werewolf convention.)

Alpha and Emissary by Chiomi

(6,319 I Teen I Complete)   *sterek, magic!stiles

One hears rumors, seeping out of Beacon Hills on waves of smoke and blood.

And then one sees the True Alpha’s Star Wars swim trunks.

The whole weekend is very unnerving.

My Best Decision (Has Yet To Be Made) by only_one_word 

(6,563 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, emissary!stiles

Stiles knows a couple things about Derek:
Derek doesn’t like to speak in full sentences in the morning
Similarly, he doesn’t like asking for help

Family Unit by AsagiStilinski

(8,851 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, magic!stiles, packmom!stiles, roadtrip

So werewolf symposiums are a thing

That’s a thing that exists, it’s happening, it’s in the world now

And Stiles doesn’t know what in the name of hell he did to deserve this

(“It’s a mixed supernatural convention Stiles, not a ‘werewolf symposium’!”“)

We Have Potential by dragon_temeraire

(10,196 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, fake relationship, werewolf culture

Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

Mates and Mushrooms by mikkimouse 

(11,536 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, fake/pretend relationship, sex pollen, dubious consent

Derek’s not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.

It might be a great plan…if only Derek weren’t head over heels in love with him.

It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn’t have a vested interest in Derek staying single.

Find Me Sitting Poolside by TroubleIWant 

(14,286 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, fake/pretend relationship

“Oh, and you’re the Hales!” the host exclaims when Stiles slides the sign-up sheet back. “Or, Hale and Stilinski, I guess. For now.” She gives them a conspiratorial wink. “I have to say, we are just pleased as punch to see an adorable couple like you attending!”

Stiles tosses an arm familiarly around Derek’s shoulders despite all the bags hanging off them, and gives him a squeeze. “I know! We’re pretty much the cutest. Right, honey?” He shoots his Alpha a shit-eating grin.

Derek bares his teeth in what’s probably supposed to be a smile, except that it isn’t, in much the same way that they are supposed to be a couple, but aren’t.

Survival is a Habit by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere 

(15,805 I Not Rated I WIP)  *sterek, spark!stiles

Nearly a year after the Hale pack defeated their first real threat, Talia gets a call inviting them to attend the Triennial Pack Convention.  

They gladly accept, hoping to use the TPC as one last celebration before the younger members go off to college, but when a series of events puts the pack at risk, they find themselves in desperate need of allies.

Love You Harder by tryslora 

(24,886 I Explicit I Complete)  *scott/stiles, unrequited love, fake/pretend relationship, emissary!stiles

Pretend dating is hard. Like really. Like walking around hard all the time hard. Stiles is starting to wonder if he’s going to survive the experience.

Espy Me, While I Watch You by frostedgoddess 

(27,280 I General I WIP)  *sterek, spark!Stiles

Derek Hale is a lot of things; Alpha, leader, survivor, and hopeless closet fanboy to the devastatingly cute YouTube sensation, Spark Stiles Stilinski.

Then, Derek’s betas come up with an amazing plan to get Derek an emissary. Any Alpha’s dream come true.

And it will be, if Derek can juggle his responsibilities as an Alpha, judgement, guilt, and roughly a metric fuckton of self-loathing and doubt about whether he’s good enough for a beautiful thing like Stiles.

It’s Free (And Always Will Be) by kellifer_fic, maichan808 (maichan)   

(31,681 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, werewolves are known

Stiles starts looking around, like there’s someone who’ll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can’t blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after she’d found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month.

Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He’s completely doomed.

Of Werewolves and Dolphins by Ilovesocks_24 

(53,506 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, scott/isaac, friends to lovers

  “Stiles, come on! It’ll be fun,” Scott said. “You can’t deny that seven days in the Caribbean on a cruise ship full of hot, single werewolves won’t be a good time.”

 “Maybe for you,” Stiles said. “Because you’re tan and have a six pack. No one is going to talk to me at all. Also, fun fact: I’m not even a werewolf.”

 “You don’t have to be a werewolf to come,” Scott said. “You just have to be twenty-one so you can drink. Or so hot guys can buy you drinks,” he added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

 “No, thanks,” Stiles said, shrugging. “Go on without me, just send postcards with all the hot guys you meet.”

 “They’re stopping in Cozumel,” Scott said. “It says here that you can swim with dolphins.”

 “Did you say we could swim with dolphins?” Stiles asked, curiously. “Like the ones that do tricks at Seaworld?”

 “That’s what swimming is,” Scott said, eyes gleaming.  

 “When do we leave?” Stiles asked.

Or the one where Scott convinces Stiles to go on a werewolf singles cruise. Stiles is really only going for the dolphins. Until he meets Derek.

You Make My Heart Ache by grimm 

(248,910 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, parrish/stiles, nogistune/stiles, mates, stripper!derek, bakery au

Based on this prompt & photo! I couldn’t resist. :D

Rating: General
Applicable Tags: Fake boyfriends, Fluff

Here’s a fic based on the first part of this post w/ College AU klance, Lance sick and stranded at the airport, and Keith knowing what caretaking is.

For Lance, bad news comes in the form of a woman’s voice, calmly notifying the lobby full of passengers that their flight to Michigan has been delayed for five hours due to severe weather conditions. His stomach drops. Uncomfortable dread washes over him. He can’t take another five hours in the airport, he just can’t.

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The Joker x Reader - “I Love You”

You never miss a chance to say the magic words to him. The Joker doesn’t want to hear about it but you are not the one to give up so easily. Actually… I guess anybody can back down if pushed enough.

– During an important meeting with new business partners, Frost interrupts and brings in a little envelope to J, whispering you said it is absolutely urgent and imperative he opens it right away. The Joker wonders what the hell it might be, opens the letter and shakes it to take out the contents when a bunch of pink glitter flies all over along with your message on  a piece of paper: “I LOVE YOU.” The other guys fake cough, attempting to pretend they didn’t see crap while The Clown Prince of Crime gives them an icy glance, annoyed with your stunt:

“If I hear a single sound, I swear you’re all dead!!!!”

Goddammit woman, stop your shit! he thinks biting on his cheek, dusting off the sparkly dust off his shirt, but stashing your little note in his pocket.

– You are away on a mission for 2 days when his cell suddenly goes off at 1 AM, letting him now he has a new message. He is more than cranky he got woken up and checks to see what it is. A text from you: “ I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU.”

You must be kidding me! J growls, pissed you bothered him with such nonsense but saves the message in his drafts and goes back to sleep.

– One night he visits the club without you and gets out of his Lamborghini when the phone beeps.

What is it, the stupid words again?!  he scoffs when he sees your name on the screen.

“Look up!” the text simply says and he does, noticing the huge light up message on the top of the building across the street; “I LOVE YOU.”

This is getting beyond ridiculous, The Joker huffs but takes a picture of what you did and saves it in his favorites.

– After taking a shower in the morning, J goes in the front of the sink to brush his teeth and finally gazes at the mirror. There it is, written with red lipstick: “I LOVE YOU.”

He rolls his eyes, fed up with your behavior and erases the words, not before that wide smirk creeps up on his lips. He hears you giggle and goes back to frowning:

“Cut it out, Y/N!!!”

– You bring the white mocha to his office and place it right on top of his papers. J stares at it for a few seconds and sighs, lifting his blue eyes from the cup, complaining about what you wrote with foam: “I LOVE YOU.”

“Are you done with this rubbish, Princess?” he mutters while you just innocently lift your shoulders up, not answering. “Bring me another mocha and NO FUNNY BUSINESS, understand?”

You pout, disappointed he never appreciates your efforts and by the time you are back with his new coffee The Joker already finished the other cup.

“What?” he snarls when notices your smile. “Don’t get it to your head, Doll, I really couldn’t wait any longer so I had to drink it; you’re so slow!” he makes sure to admonish but kisses your wrist when you hand him the mug.

–During a heist you go with a few henchmen on the upper floor while he stays down with the rest, looking around for the diamonds and gold. You go behind a wall and dial his number. He picks up after 3 rings and you just say; “I LOVE YOU,” and hang up.

Really?! The Joker mumbles, astonished at your unprofessional conduct (that’s how he likes to call it). He simply texts back: “Shut up, Y/N!”

And… he asked for it when your reply pops up on the screen: ““ I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU.”

I totally can’t stand her; she really drives me nuts, he concludes, irked at your game, but saves this message in drafts too.

– J wakes up and his feet touch something cold and pretty sharp when he gets out of bed. You got him a ton of gold chains and arranged them on the floor to spell “I LOVE YOU.” His mouth opens on amazement, considering chocking the life out of you at this point. Your green haired boyfriend kicks the chains all over the place, mad again, but not before taking a picture of your accomplishment and saving it in his favorites. He hears you snicker.

“I said cut it out, Y/N!!!!”

– “Bubble bath is readyyyyyy,” you announce, proud of the nice evening you planned for the two of you.

J comes in, taking his clothes off, suspiciously scrutinizing the bathroom.

“Any hidden ‘I love you’ anywhere?” he smacks his lips, warning you he’s not going to tolerate your actions anymore. He had such a shitty day it’s not even funny.

“Nope,” you confidently declare, moving back in the Jacuzzi so he can sit by you.“Nothing at all, baby.” He’s starting to relax when you massage his shoulders, then lean over and kiss his neck, whispering: “I LOVE YOU.”

“That’s it !!!” he splashes all over, angered at your little stupid plan to squeeze in those stupid words again. “Quit bothering me, you pain in the ass!!!”

“What, you don’t want me to love you?” you raise your voice also, not understanding why he’s so worked up.

“I didn’t say that!” he yells back and you are baffled.

“So what’s the problem then?!”

“STOP SAYING IT!” he hisses at you, panting.
“Why should I?! Aren’t you happy that I love you?!”

“NO! I don’t need your stupid love!!!!!” The Joker has a fit, kicking all the candles and shampoo bottles in his rage, making sure to direct them your way.

You gasp in pain when one of the candles hits you right in the face since you didn’t have enough time to dodge it. You don’t say anything, just step out of the hot tub, holding your numb left cheek with your hand.

J stops his tantrum but doesn’t react in any other way as you leave him standing in the water, still fuming at your absurdities.

– The I LOVE YOU’s stopped. He doesn’t get any more letters, texts, hidden messages or sky lights on the buildings. So exciting you finally got it into your head you irritate him with your stupid feelings all the time! The King of Gotham doesn’t even hear it when you make love and that delights him.

The white mocha doesn’t taste the same though. When he asks why, you sassily respond:

“Because it’s not made with love so get used to it!”

“Cut it out, Y/N!” he snaps as you quietly walk away and couldn’t care less.

– He didn’t hear the words out of you in a few months and it’s perfect. Today he even went through his phone to delete all the useless pictures and drafts he saved from you.

– “Look up,” you urge him, pulling on his arm and his heart starts beating faster for some reason, but then all he sees is The Batsy signal in the night sky.

“He’s close, we should get going,” you tell J and he agrees, disappointed at the revelation. He kind of expected something else.
– Frost brings the letter to him in the meeting, whispering it’s urgent and J impatiently opens it to find inside just a dull piece of paper: “Dinner at 6, robbery at 7.30 . All ready to go.”

She could’ve texted me, he sulks, cramming your note in his pocket. He kind of expected something else.

– You are away for one night and he gets the text at 3AM. He immediately jumps out of bed and grins when he sees your name on the screen.

“This undercover mission you assigned me is very boring.” That’s all you sent. He grumbles something not very sweet and tosses the phone on the table, stretching and going back to bed, frustrated. He kind of expected something else.

 – He gets out of the shower and looks at the mirror just to see your insipid notation with red lipstick: “Be back soon.”

Why doesn’t she just text me if that’s all she has to say?! The Joker whines, grabbing a paper towel so he can clean your mess. He kind of expected something else.

– “Bubble bath is readyyyy!” you shout and he comes in, ready to unwind. You move so he can sit by you and begin massaging his shoulders, talking about a bunch of stuff that happened during the day.

“Well?!” he interrupts your speech, turning his head towards you.

“Well what?” you ask back, not getting the point, already forgetting what you were talking about and it annoys you.

“Say it!” he commands, slowly blinking, elbowing you.

“Say what?” you squint your eyes, trying to remember the topic he just made you forget.

“You know what, Pumpkin. Say it!” he mutters through his clenched teeth, not thrilled he has to bring it up.

You take a deep breath and gaze at each other for a few good seconds before finally kissing his neck and enunciate: “I LOVE YOU.”

“Good, I was wondering about that,” he grouchily comments, leaning backwards so he can rest against your body. “My white mocha better taste great again, Doll,” The Joker makes sure to point out, closing his eyes.

“With or without foam?” you tease J and since he’s such a difficult person he sure deserves it.

“With and it better spell something,” he reaches his hand to tug on your wet hair.

“It might if I still have the skills; it’s been a while,” you debate and it’s actually the truth.

 “Don’t care, make it work,” he puffs, not giving a damn; he just expects it.

You want to laugh but can’t: your strategy worked- it was learned from the best. Your boyfriend should be proud since manipulating things to obtain what is desired happens to be his specialty. 

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Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: All of the in-between moments of a relationship, captured in the one-sided monologue that is voicemail. 

A/N: 

This has been sitting in my drafts for over a week whoops.

This isn’t the Untitled Garbage Fic that I’ve been rambling about but hopefully it will hold you over until that one is post-able.

Basically, I wanted to start getting words flowing again for the first time since we finished WYCH and that manifested in me choosing the absolute worst format for telling a narrative story. Honestly, this may or may not be the dumbest thing I’ve ever posted like @ becca why would you think this is a good structure for a fic? 

I hope you get a kick out of me fumbling my way out of writer’s block lmao.

Also ps shout out to @fragmentofmymind​ for being great at all times and for reading through this monstrosity for me (and providing that gif), she’s super awesome and super talented and if you aren’t following her already then honestly where have you been??

Word Count: does it even matter? the format on this is weird I’m so sorry.


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kept {one}

What: BTS Fic
Genre: Angst + Implied Smut
Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader 
Words: 2.2k

Jeongguk and you grew up together and has had a huge crush on you since childhood. One night together changes the equation. The question is, is it a good change?

Suggested Listening: My Love - Majid Jordan

A/N: There is implied smut in this fic simply because I’m THE worst at writing smut but after much encouragement (and multiple draft checks) by the actual angel @taecup I decided to post this. I owe you a lot bb, thank you so much for always always encouraging me! Ily :3


“I’ve waited so long for this, I can’t believe it’s actually happening.” he said in a breathy tone, sitting patiently with his hands crossed and clasped tightly behind him, in the gold ornate chair of your hotel room.

“Did our little Gukkie really think of me that way? I’m flattered.” you twittered pleasantly from the bathroom. It wasn’t a lie, you were genuinely pleased that he wanted you this way, you had never known. 

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New romantics (Prologue)

A/N: Okay peeps, this is the prologue of my new series. I loved writing the PT Diaries so much that I decided that I wanted to write a new series. This one is going to be based on Charlotte Reed, Mitch’s best friend (yup, expect a loot of Leafs making appearances). Please, let me know what you think of this!

Word count: 949

Warnings: none, I think.

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“Hello Mariam –” I hear my best friend’s voice from my room upstairs and smile.  “– where is she?”

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FINALLY

Request: “Could you do a Alec imagine of being Izzy’s parabati and best friend since childhood and Izzy talks you into going on a double date with her and Simon and Raphael because she knows both you and Alec need a push to make a move and she knows Alec knows Raphael has a thing for you which will make him extra jealous?? And you can’t deny you didn’t have a good time because Raphael is nice once you get past his layers of undead doucheness and you both were sarcastic snarky brats the whole date??”

This has been sitting in my drafts for ages so I decided to finally post it.

REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED.

Word Count: 1384

Clothes, shoes and a range of other items Izzy deemed ‘necessities’ lay scattered across the entirety of my bedroom floor like that first, crisp layer of freshly fallen snow, or perhaps a more accurate description would be that it looked as though the heavens had unleashed an almighty roar and sent waves of snow cascading down in an avalanche.  In reality, Izzy had come barrelling into my room, her arms laden down with a rainbow of fabrics and all sorts of beautifying concoctions that I couldn’t even name.  Somehow or other, I had allowed myself to be convinced into going on a date with Raphael.

I knew I shouldn’t have let Izzy talk me into it.  It was a crazy idea from the start, and I had somehow, foolishly let her convince me that I was doing this to help her out, and that things weren’t the other way round.  It was just so hard to argue with her perfect,well formed, valid arguments.  I mean, really, what reason was there for me not to go?  Apart from the obvious one which was that it would be a date with a vampire, but Izzy had managed to counter that argument faster than those superhuman bloodsuckers could run.  The one and only good reason I had for not going, was that I liked Alec.  I really liked Alec if I was being honest with myself… but Izzy didn’t know that.  Or at least I sincerely hoped that she didn’t.

Sneaking out of the institute was going to be near impossible.  Sneaking out of the institute without our absence going unnoticed was going to require divine intervention.  I didn’t know how Izzy managed it on a regular basis, especially with those terrifying high heels she always wore. Izzy had insisted that I wear something she picked out, and Izzy could be pretty stubborn when she wanted to be.  I supposed it was a Lightwood trait, it was definitely a huge contributor to all of the arguments she had with her brothers.  Her brothers.  If Alec caught us out here he would definitely kill us, if I didn’t die of embarrassment first.  Perhaps I would just sink down through the ground once and for all into my own grave.

Somehow, we made it out.  That wasn’t to say that we would make it back in, because I certainly wasn’t sure about that, but I was sure that Izzy would be able to sweet talk her way out of almost anything.  Or sweet talk somebody else into almost anything.  Like how she sweet talked me, into going on a date, with a vampire, with Raphael.

To be fair to Raphael, he wasn’t an awful date.  Sure, he could be snarky and sarcastic as hell, and had had a good few lifetimes to perfect the art of the perfect comeback, but that didn’t mean he was worse than me.  One of the good things about this constant bickering was that I think it made Izzy regret her decision to invite me along just a little bit.  I caught her rolling her eyes at Simon more than a couple of times throughout our meal at Takis Diner.  Especially when we first walked in.  
“Well hello there darling.”  Raphael had practically purred, his eyes crinkling with mirth as his lips tugged to the side in a smirk in reaction to the glare I shot his way.  
“Hi.”  I replied, stiff as a robot.  Simon stifled a laugh as he reached out to embrace Izzy in a warm hug.  
Raphael offered me a pout, his arms outstretched.  “Hey!  Where’s my hug?”  
“Same place as that Shax demon I banished yesterday, would you like to join it?”   
“I’m beginning to think that might be a better idea than this date.”  
“Good, then we’re on the same page.”
“Can’t you two be nice to each other for one night?”  Izzy interjected with a frown and a sharp glare. 

As it turned out, the answer was no.  Whilst we weren’t being serious, or at least not entirely with our insults and snippy snide comments, they did carry on for the rest of the night.  They continued through the meal itself, while I watched, with morbid fascination as Raphael and Simon both drank glasses of blood.  “Something the matter dear?”
“Just wondering how that stuff can possibly be appealing to you.”  I frowned, glancing at the deep red liquid.  
“Don’t worry darling, I’d much rather be drinking your blood.”  This was said with a deep breath in, which got him exactly the reaction he had desired.  With my fists clenching around my cutlery I managed to snap back with sickly sweetness.  “Well don’t you worry either sweetheart, I’d much rather be spilling your blood.  Guess we can’t all have what we want.”  
“I have to agree, I certainly don’t think I’ll be getting any -”
“Hm-hmm.”  Simon cleared his throat with a meaningful glance towards Raphael who sighed, leaning back with his drink in hand and a roll of his eyes. 
The bickering also continued along the walk home, although I did notice that as the night wore on, and we spoke more, chatted more, I began to like him more.  Not like like him, I was still head over heels for Alec, but I couldn’t deny that Raphael could be a nice guy.  When he wanted to be.  Or maybe it was just that I had wanted to see it before, or hadn’t looked close enough, hadn’t read between his sarcastic lines.  Either way, for somebody who was dead, he certainly managed to make me feel alive.  He managed to make me laugh and smile, and warm up to him little by little, right up until the moment Alec met us at the institute gates with a scowl to rival them all.  

Simon and Raphael got the message straight away, and scurried off into the night, leaving Izzy and I to approach a gently fuming Alec with dread curling in the pits of our stomachs.  “Heey.”  I greeted as I swung open the gate.  “Fancy seeing you here!” 
“Fancy not seeing you two here!  For the last 2 hours!  Where the hell have you been?  And why were you with that bloodsucker?!”  I took note of how when Alec said that, how he didn’t use the plural.  He was referring to Raphael, and Raphael alone.  
“We were on a date.”  Said Izzy with care.  
“A date?!”  Alec all but roared.  “With a vampire?!”  He was looking straight at me now, and I got the distinct feeling that I was the person his anger was directed towards.  Or perhaps it wasn’t quite anger.  Was it jealousy I was detecting?  “Do you have any idea-”
“It was my idea.”  Izzy butted in, her tone as pointed as her stiletto heals.  Hurt and a hint of betrayal flashed across Alec’s face.  
“Why?”  To me, he directed his next comment.  “I’m sorry she dragged you into that then, although you seemed to be having a very nice time.”  Was I imagining things?  To me, it sounded like jealousy, for sure.  
“I did have a very nice time, but I can assure you it won’t be happening again.  Raphael is nice, he’s funny, but I don’t see him that way.”  
“Oh.”  He seemed to pause to collect his thoughts.  “Well, that’s, good to know I guess.  But, why did you go on a date with him in the first place if you didn’t think of him that way?  You know he likes you-”
“Wait, what?”  
“And,”  Alec carried on regardless, “I don’t understand why you wouldn’t just ask somebody you do think of that way.”  Alec’s fists were now clenching and un-clenching at his sides as his eyes darted about.  He was thinking about something.  And if I wasn’t mistaken, he was jealous, which meant maybe this would be a good time to finally say what I had been thinking for a while.  
“Maybe I wasn’t sure he thought of me the same way.”
“Yeah, well you’ll never know if you don’t ask.”
“Okay then Alec, will you go out with me?”  For once Alec seemed entirely lost for words.  He nodded, still not uttering a single word, even as his mouth opened and closed while Izzy danced beside me.
“FINALLY!”

deadelectron  asked:

hello friend, since you're taking requests, how do feel about head canons of the losers in uni? Like what they study and stuff like that :))

thank you friend! :)

bill and eddie are the only losers to share a dorm. richie (passive aggressively) joked “if denbrough was gonna steal my boyfriend, i might as well bunk with mike. ain’t that right, hanlon?” ben and beverly had been dating his high school and bill beat richie to asking eddie to senior prom, and the boys have been together since

beverly is working towards a degree in fashion, interested in working in theater design. she befriends a group of girls with tattoos and piercings who dye beverly’s hair a different color every week. she loves drafting and sewing and sketching. bev also gets eddie and stan to model for her, sticking pins in them whenever they’re free, she insists they both have the “slim figure any women would dream of,”

mike is majoring in history and plays college football! he has a whole ride scholarship and is interested in being an archivist. he works at a little book store right outside of town where the shelves of books tower over even him and the smell of old paper and dust clog his nostrils and it’s unbearably warm, but he loves it. all the losers wear their team colors while supporting mike at his games and beverly and eddie paint each other’s faces. he’s also part of the black student alliance! mike is a busy boy with a busy schedule but always finds a way to attend a party

rich is interested in video game designing. he’s played so many games during his 18 years, and stan said no video game in the world could be top down, a scroller, a shooter, a great soundtrack, challenging, or have the extreme and detailed violence and gore that richie was looking for in a 8 bit style. so richie decided he had to make it himself. he’s on the math club and he kicks ass at ping pong and ultimate frisbee in the quad. he skateboarded every where by the way

bill changes his major twice during college but sticks with writing. the work is very easy for him and he loves reading out loud, even with his stutter. he also works on the school’s news paper! and is part of the french club!

eddie wants to be an elementary school teacher! he didn’t have any siblings of his own, but he loved being around georgie while he was growing up, but the boy is much older now. eddie has miles of patience for everyone besides richie, so he thinks it’s a good choice. he’s well organized and visits class rooms and student teaches and plays with children and he loves it. he also studies spanish in his free time!!!

ben is studying to be an architect!! he had an interest in art, drawing, mathematics, and this was the best he could wrap them up in. calculus was his favorite class and the work load was heavy so he didn’t really participate in any clubs, plus he liked beverly being the only one to see his poetry

stan is majoring in accounting!! he knows that keeping track of how well his favorite baseball team plays and predicting how will they do in the future is important for a big win,, so why not apply to same logic to his day to day life? of course his classes were boring, with creating balance sheets and practicing accounting information systems but the math came very easy to him and it wasn’t hard work. he also helped his friends with their monthly savings. he sits in at bill’s french club meetings when he is free but he is part of the photography club himself! he’s won little cash prizes entering his artistic shots of beautiful birds he’s found on campus

bill works at a coffee shop near campus and got eddie a job there, too. they both always make sure to save a table for their friends to study at, and on sometimes on thursday nights, ben recites his poetry there. when their friends are around, bill and eddie speak to each other in french and spanish and the rest of the losers hate it

the first college party they attended was around halloween time, richie and stan arrived separately, both wearing masks, and ended up making out in the bath room

stan has so many interests and swears he’s gonna join the tennis club next semester but no one really believes him

richie has a room mate who always stays over at his girlfriend’s dorm and richie hates being alone, so after mike’s had a late night and ready to get some rest, he finds richie curled up under his blankets. he never asks him to move and tries his best to climb into bed without waking him up. or !!! sometimes beverly wakes up to hear her shower running and richie singing loudly

he always bought stan a cup of coffee in the mornings and a pastry of some kind

mike always sat aside books that he thought stan or ben would have an interest in or needed for a course, and he always gave them a friendly discount

feel free to add on! i would love to read what u guys come up w

anonymous asked:

What would a TFA yandere Optimus and MTMTE Ratchet be like?

Optimus Prime

  • He means well, truly he does, but that noble drive of his to protect you and keep you safe sometimes borders on the obsessive.
  • He’s never had this much responsibility before.  He doesn’t know if he’ll make a good leader, or if he can even do this job at all, but you’re in his charge and he’s vowed to protect you with his very life if need be (like a night pledging his service to his lady.)
  • There’s so much about you that Optimus admires – your strength, your passion, your kindness. In his eyes you truly are the best of what humanity has to offer.  You have such a brilliant inner light about you, and he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure no one tries to snuff you out.
  • He’s chivalrous and courteous to you right from the very beginning, treating you with the same respect he would the other members of his team and not shutting down your ideas or telling you what you can and can’t do just because you’re a human.
  • He doesn’t even approach you with romantic intentions for fear of spoiling your friendship.  (You’d have to be the one to reach out to him if you wanted any kind of relationship.)
  • That’s not to say he doesn’t love you – Primus does he love you!  You’re all he ever thinks about!  Your smile sets his spark on fire and when you say his name, it’s all he can do to keep from overheating.  He wants you so badly that his desires have begun to seep into his dreams at night – dreams that he dare not even think about.  
  • He doesn’t breath a word of this to anyone of course, especially not you.  Optimus is very good at hiding his true feelings.  It’s not right, he knows it’s not right for him to feel this way about you.  He feels as though he’s betrayed your trust in him simply by having these feelings.  Even if he can’t have you the way that he wants, at least he gets to see that beautiful smile of yours every day.
  • But worse than his feelings for you are the twisted pangs of jealousy he gets whenever he sees someone trying to get close to you.  Optimus knows he has no right to be jealous, why should he?  He can’t even blame you for flirting back because he knows you’re oblivious to his feelings – by his own choice, no less.  He hates himself for it, and yet he can’t bring himself to stop.  The longer he goes without confessing, the darker and angrier his possessive streak grows.
  • He hides it well, because of course he does.  No bot would ever suspect the esteemed Optimus Prime of harboring those kind of murderous thoughts, that is until they’re backed up against the wall of a dark alley with an axe blade to their neck and Optimus growling poisonous threats into their audials.
  • You’re blissfully unaware of any of this of course; he makes vitally sure of that.  But you can’t help but notice the almost animalistic rage that overtakes him on the battle field when he feels there’s a threat to your safety…


Ratchet

  • His obsession with you stems less from attraction and more from a possessive need to keep you safe.
  • Ratchet often has a habit of “adopting” some of the younger/smaller/innocent bots on the crew, so it’s little wonder that he would take the one human on board under his wing.
  • He really is a wonderful guardian, if a bit overbearing at times.  He constantly nags you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself (getting enough to eat, exercising, taking your vitamins.)
  • Primus help you if you have an erratic sleeping schedule.  You’re going to bed when Ratchet says you are, no excuses!  Don’t make him come over there and carry you!  
  • He’s not what you’d call a cuddly bot by any means, but he does like for you to sit on his shoulder while he works.  He finds your presence comforting.  And Primus knows he needs all the calm he can get on this ship.
  • He’s extremely protective of you.  He doesn’t like for you to be out of his sight for too long.  What if you wandered off somewhere and got lost?  What if something happened and you couldn’t reach him? What if you got stepped on?!  The only people Ratchet trusts to look after you while he’s away are his fellow medics.  (He knows they’ll also force you to eat and sleep regularly when he’s not around.)
  • He’d never tell you who you can and can’t talk to, but he strongly advises you to stay away from bots like Whirl, or any of the larger bots that might accidentally crush you without realizing it.
  • You notice a change in Ratchet when Drift is sent away.  He becomes more frustrated, unfocused and despondent, often ignoring his own advice and forgoing sleep or refueling.  You can tell loosing someone so close to him is taking a mental and physical toll on him.  You just wish there was something you could do to help.
  • He starts becoming more affectionate with you, often sitting you in his lap to stroke your hair and back absentmindedly while he works, or carrying you around the ship in his hands.  You don’t mind the extra attention.  If holding you somehow brings him one small shred of comfort then you’re happy to oblige him.
  • His worry for you also increases tenfold.  It gets to the point where he doesn’t like you to leave the medbay unless he’s there to carry you.  He even offers to help you move some of the stuff from your shared habsuite there so you’ll be more comfortable when he’s working late.  It’s a bit smothering at times, but you grin and bear it for his sake. After all, he’s done so much for you already.  The least you can do is be there for him during his time of grief.
  • It’s only when you awake one morning to find that you’ve been stolen from your bed as Ratchet pilots a stolen escape pod halfway across the galaxy do you realize (too late) just how wrong you had been…

A piece set around the time of Ellen’s death and Claire’s illness on the ridge. Thank you for reading and I hope you’re all having a terrific week so far ❤️ xxx

Jamie pressed his nose against the bakery window and breathed deeply. The smell of freshly baked bread filled him with a sense of home and he needed that very badly right now.
Everything felt so wrong since his mam died. His father was beside himself and seemed thinner and angrier every day. His sister was trying her best but her dinners tasted awful and she never seemed to stop crying.

Jamie had wept too, of course. They all had and his chest still felt tight with sorrow whenever he thought of his Mam. Her presence in the house was so strong he kept expecting to see her around each corner and every time he entered a room he felt her there and wanted nothing more than to hold or be held by her again.

He had tried to hug his father that morning, to try and offer some comfort and seek some too, but after nearly crushing him in a sudden embrace Brian had asked him to leave him be.

Jamie had closed the door to his father’s study and heard the familiar wail of his father’s grief, followed by terrible cursing and thumping as he pounded the desk with his clenched fists.
Jamie had been hovering outside the door uncertain of what to do when Mrs Crook hurried out of the kitchen and ushered him away with her.
“Dinna fash wee Jamie. Ye Da is strained wi’ sorrow but he’ll be alright.”

“Shouldn’t we go to him?”

“No laddie, leave him be. Men grieve alone, aye?”

She had wrapped an arm around his shoulders and propelled him ahead of her into the warmth of the kitchen where Jenny was stood on a stall at the sink peeling carrots.

“Da’s greetin’ again Jenny.”

“I ken that. I ha’ ears clotheid!”
Jenny had snapped, turning to glare at him. Mrs Crook had held up her hands and tried to place herself between them but Jamie had ducked around her to return Jenny’s glare.

“Dinna call me a clotheid!”

“Dinna be one then!”

“Targe Cuddie!”
Jamie had yelled and had already been mentally preparing his next insult when Jenny burst into tears. It shocked him so much he had simply gawped at her as Mrs Crook hurried over and folded Jenny into her ample bosom.

“Jenny … Jenny I’m sorry … I didna mean it…”

He had padded forward softly and Mrs Crook had simply pulled him into the clutch as well, waiting for Jenny to quieten to the occasional sniff before releasing her hold on them.
Jenny had wiped her eyes on her sleeve and Jamie had offered her his own, rather grubby handkerchief.

“That needs washing Jamie, gi’ it here and I’ll see to it for ye.”

“I can do it.”
Jamie had offered and Jenny had favoured him with a small smile.

“Ye dinna ken how to do laundry but Mrs Crook showed me. I will show ye how to do it later so ye dinna scald ye fingers or get soap everywhere.”

The argument between them was clearly over and Jamie had nodded gamely but Mrs Crook seemed to have had enough of the Fraser children’s tempers clashing for a little while and had bade him go to the village and bring back two loaves of bread instead.

“I can make bread.”
Jenny had frowned indignantly, but with an excuse about the kitchen not being warm enough for dough to rise in time for dinner, Mrs Crook pressed some coins into Jamie’s palm and nudged him toward the door.

“Besides, it will do ye brother good to be of use and out of mischief.”
She smiled and pecked Jamie lightly on the head to show she didn’t mean it. She had given him his instructions whilst bundling him into a coat and thick knitted scarf to ward off the cold.

“Two loaves, fresh as ye can, if the baker asks for more than two pence each, ye tell him who ye are and who the bread is for.”

“He kens who I am!”

“Aye, but kenning somethin’ an’ hearin’ it plain spoke are two different things sometimes.”

“Alright.”

“And dinna pick the loaves on ye way home or there’ll be no pie for ye after supper.”

She warned finally, tucking a fabric sack into his pocket to carry the bread home in.

Jamie had waved and taken off at a trot, almost giddy with the sense of freedom after days cooped up indoors.

He had run until his lungs felt fit to burst and then slowed to a jog, delighting in the foggy shapes his breath created in front of him. He wrote his name with a finger on frosty fence posts and had found a suitably thick stick to pretend it was a sword and he was battling monsters and evil clansmen alike.

When he reached the village he headed straight to the bakers and it was as he stood looking in that John Murray clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Hàlo Jamie.”

“Hàlo Mister Murray.”

Jamie hid the stick behind his back, feeling guilty to have been playing when he knew he should be in mourning.

“How are ye laddie?”

“I’m verra well thank ye,”
Jamie answered automatically and John’s lip quirked at the boy’s good manners, knowing what a terror he had the ability to be when the mood took him. He plucked the stick out of the boy’s hand and held it as reverently as any blade.

“Ye ha’ found a fine weapon I see. Verra nice!”

John winked at Jamie who grinned sheepishly at him in response. Handing back the stick John cleared his throat

“How is ye father?”

“Da is …”

Jamie bit his lip and swung the stick absently, trying to find words that might adequately capture the state of his father. John nodded in quiet understanding.

“Do ye think he would appreciate some company?”

“I dinna ken Sir. A man grieves alone, aye?”

John nodded again and sighed heavily.

“Aye but I’ll be along anyway. How is wee Janet?”

“She’s learning to cook.”
Jamie shrugged; he didn’t want to talk about his sister crying, especially as he still felt a little guilty for upsetting her so much that very morning. Misreading Jamie’s guilt for a grimace John laughed

“Hang in there lad, she’ll be a bonnie cook before ye ken it.”

John grinned and then crouched down in front of Jamie.
“Ye Da is like to be fair distracted for a wee while yet, so should ye need anything at all, either ye or Jenny, come to me, aye?”

Before he knew what he was doing, Jamie threw his arms around the older man’s neck and held on for all he was worth. John patted his back and hushed him gently. Once the little lad’s shoulders stopped shaking he carefully detached Jamie’s grip on him and stood him up.

“I ken this is a terrible time for ye and I willna lie to ye and say it will stop hurtin’ any time soon, but it will get easier wi’ time. Ye mother was a wonderful woman and she loved her bairns fiercely and was sae proud o’ ye both. Ye must try and be strong and brave now, like she would want ye to be.”

John held Jamie’s stare and smiled into those remarkable blue cat eyes.

“Stay as honest, loyal and good as ye are and ye Mam will always be able to look down on ye from Heaven wi’ pride and ken that she did a grand job.”

Jamie nodded, slightly awestruck by the normally stern and stoic Mr Murray speaking to him so freely but then, it seemed that the world was on its head in all ways at the moment.

“Alrigh’. Go on and get what ye were told to and hurry home.”

John stood up and ruffled Jamie’s hair.
“Oh Jamie! Tonight, ye must be sure to tell Janet that she has done a fine job of dinner, whatever it’s like, she’ll appreciate ye sayin’ so.”
*

Jamie collected the loaves and headed for home, swinging the sack around like a catapult. As he approached Lallybroch he realised that he was slowing down and felt a twinge of guilt, still he could not deny that the prospect of going into the gloomy house was not exactly appealing.

He hovered by the gate wondering if he could slip the bread into the kitchen and be on his way again without Mrs Crook collaring him and making him sit by the fire to warm up.

“Jamie?”
Brian’s voice made him jump and Jamie half crushed one loaf as he snatched the bag out of the air before it hit the ground.
“Och! I’m sorry! I didna mean to scare ye.”
Brian offered guiltily and stepped forward to rescue the food.

“I wasna scairt.”
Jamie passed it to him and looked up at his father cautiously under his lashes. Brian seemed better than he had for days and Jamie wondered whether, like him, his Da had just needed to be out in cold and wet for a while to feel normal again.

“Ye dinna wish to go inside and get warm?”

“I’m no’ verra cold Da and it’s good to be outside.”
Brian smiled at him, the first part was clearly not the truth, Jamie’s fingers were red with cold and his nose was running, but the second part was so abundantly true Brian couldn’t fault the lad.

“Aye it is. The house doesna feel quite right at the moment does it?”

“Mam is still there but she’s gone too so it feels a bit queer.”

Jamie shrugged and Brian nodded, giving his son a side long look.

“I miss her terribly Jamie, just as ye and Jenny do, and my behaviour has been a bit … erratic.”

Brian could feel the lad watching him intently and bit his lip, just as Jamie so often did and braced himself to say what he wanted to say.

“I dinna ken if I will be a verra good substitute for ye Mam. She had a way about her that is … was … softer than mysel’. Ye and Jenny ha’ both inherited my temper, ye ken?”

Jamie nodded and the action sent a draft under his collar making him shiver. Brian set the sack down and reached out, taking both of Jamie’s hands in one of his own and using his free hand to rub some warmth into them, his calloused palm chafing gently across the back of his son’s small, smooth hands.

“What I mean to say,”
Brian continued
“Is that I canna promise I will be as gentle as ye Mam, nor as patient, but I will try. I love ye both, verra much, I hope ye ne’er doubt that.”

“No Da.”

“Good.”
Brian looked out over Jamie’s head and lifted one hand to wave at Jenny, her small face visible in the kitchen window.

“Go on in wi’ this,”
He said handing Jamie the sack of bread

“But Da…”
“An’ tell ye sister to wrap up warm, I think we shall go for a ride.”
Brian spoke over the top of Jamie’s protest and smiled at him.
“Change ye stockings too. Those are far too thin for this weather.”

It was the sort of thing his mother would have thought of and it sounded strange coming from his father but Jamie didn’t comment on it and hurried to do as he was asked, eager to saddle up and feel the wind whipping through his hair.

“JENNY!!”
He hollered, running toward the kitchen door and was dimly aware of his father calling out to him not to go around screeching like an angry kestrel. That was a far more usual patriarchal instruction!

*
“Da?”

Jamie looked up with a start and blinked at Brianna, standing in the doorway to his study. The smell of freshly baked bread was wafting into the room from the kitchen and she was smiling at him with a slight frown of concern between her brows.

“Are you OK?”

“I am.”
Jamie stood up and rubbed his eyes hastily to clear his head and bring him fully back to the present. He had not been asleep but in a sort of haze between wakefulness and unconsciousness that allowed his mind to wander.

“How’s ye mother?”

“Asleep, but her pulse is strong and she seems to be over the worst of it.”

Brianna’s smile widened and she stepped into the room, opening her arms to him. Jamie embraced her warmly and kissed the copper silk of her hair.

“That’s good news a leannan. I’ll go an’ sit wi’ her for a while.”
Brianna nodded, she had managed to persuade her father to leave her mother’s side to get some rest but it was clear he had not slept at all and she knew better than to try and keep him away any longer.

“Sure, but have some lunch first.”

Jamie’s stomach growled and he grinned shyly at his daughter.

“Aye, that seems wise. I dinna wish my gut to be the first thing ye Mam hears when she wakes.”

Brianna laughed at the thought of her mother’s indignation and led the way through to the kitchen.
“I don’t think she’d mind too much but eat anyway.”

She placed a plate of bread, ham and cheese in front of him as he sat down at the table. Jamie caught her wrist as she moved away and bit his lip.

“I ken ye mother will be alright, I dinna doubt it at all, but …”
He raised his eyes to meet his daughters and held her gaze steadily.

“I wish ye to ken that should anything ever happen to her, I would do my best to love ye well enough for the both o’ us.”

Brianna leant forward and wordlessly kissed her father’s cheek, rough from days without shaving.

“Thank ye Da.”
She murmured and squeezed his hand tightly before straightening and gesturing to his plate.

“Now seriously, eat your lunch! Or I will…”
She nabbed a slice of ham from his plate and winked at him in the same way she might have done with Jem if he was being difficult.

Jamie laughed, obediently picking up a piece of the fresh bread and stuffing it happily in his mouth.
*

The End of an Era and a New Beginning… 

Hey, so. You may have noticed that I’ve been pretty quiet lately. The reason for it was that I was experiencing PC issues (again), which eventually led me to having to do a complete reinstall of Windows. I got most of my old software back now and my game files are also tucked away safely on my hard drive, but… I’ve been thinking. 

You see, I’ve always been extremely tempted to try a real BACC with a clean neighborhood and a fresh, organized Downloads folder. So far, however, I never quite dared do it, and for several reasons: first off, reorganizing the mess that is my Downloads folder would’ve been hell; next, doing a BACC is time-consuming and I simply wasn’t willing to make that kind of commitment at the time; and finally, I wasn’t ready to give up my old, beloved custom hood of 5+ years and the sims inhabiting it. Whenever I started itching for a BACC I’d always tell myself that, if I ever had to reinstall my game from scratch, I’d start one then… and well, looks like that time has finally come now. 

At the moment I’m in the middle of extracting all the old lots and sims that I want to keep around (the good news is, I plan on sharing most if not all of them once the process is complete :)). The next step is to take out my old folders and throw in the new ones, and create a clean or empty hood (still haven’t decided which one). Once that part is done, I’ll slowly start accumulating cc again (yes, I also intend to go through with the ‘rebuild my Downloads folder’ thing), and then, finally, I can get to the actual simming part… Yep, it’s gonna be a long haul. Bear with me, good people.  

While I’m in the midst of the above described process, I won’t be able to answer wcifs or do cc lists (unless I have my old Dl folder in at the moment, like in the case of the nosemasks wcif from earlier), I probably won’t be sharing or creating much cc (though I do have a few projects pending, and I might add download links to the sims I extracted), and I won’t post new pics either, since I lost my Fraps folder (still got a few photosets sitting in my Drafts though, and naturally I’ll be reblogging posts from fellow simmers from time to time, too). 

TL;DR: I have a new sims installation and want to start a new hood. It’s a long process and you may not see any results for a good while, but know that I’m still around and haven’t given up on simming. See you all on the flip side!

a few things i’ve learned from trying to write more in the past couple of years

usual disclaimer that i’m not published and these are things that work for me, when i say “you” i’m being abstract and referring to myself, etc, etc

this is a VERY LONG post, to everyone on mobile, i apologize

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Title: A Letter to Jake McKenzie (An Officer McKenzie fic, Slight JakexMC)

Follow along the audio post by reading Rebecca McKenzie’s letter here

Characters: Officer Rebecca McKenzie, Jake McKenzie, M/C
Word Count:
2746
Summary:
Rebecca thought he was out of her life for sure.  It’s been far too long.  Since he disappeared, she has mourned, stored away the memories, and moved on with her lifeThat is, until a glimmer of hope resurfaced into her life, reviving her determination to search for Jake again. 

Author’s Note:
The soundcloud audio and visual of the letter are just ADDITIONAL COMPONENTS!  You can still enjoy the fic without reading the letter or listening to Rebecca’s audio post.  The letter is in the story, just separated in chunks between Rebecca’s memories.  I just got really into this story so added a lil something extra. 

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rigormortisbutt  asked:

OK SO I really need a fic told from the point of view of one of Will's students, and they're just really annoyed that their classes keep getting cancelled and rearranged and they signed up for this class because Will is a genuinely good teacher but they're getting almost zero time with him what the hell.

I will file this away in the idea bin, but for now, how about I offer you a little something from the “abandoned fic ideas” pile?  Way back when a bunch of folks were doing the Tale of Two Murder Husbands collaborative thing, I was going to do a ficlet from the perspective of Will’s former TA.  I got started on it late because I was originally going to do a different character and then let someone else have that character, so in the end I couldn’t pull my fic together in time, and I ended up not finishing/posting it.  

But I still have the draft of what I got done!  And it does touch on Will, The Very Good Yet Never Around FBI Teacher.  So it might at least help scratch your itch.

Draft half-fic below the cut, in the form of a transcript from an interview with Will’s former TA.

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