#mindless writing

[magicmindless]

A HC List but it’s just Lois Stilnsky

First HC list that doesn’t have to do with Papa Louie lets go

- Early 40s maybe. She’s a kind, caring lady but she can have a bit of an attitude sometimes

- She’s been used as an armrest before because she’s short. She doesn’t appreciate it

- When she was around her 20s she found Roman beaten in an alleyway and left for dead by who he thought were his allies (yeah, gang/mafia stuff). She aided him however she could and then called an ambulance

- Despite being short, she hogs the bed at night, taking up over half of it. Roman has to constantly push her aside so that he can sleep comfortably with her

- Her dad is dead… yeah that’s it, he died of a heart attack

- She came from a humble middle class family. Her father also happened to be an accountant and her mother was a women’s rights activist (she’s retired now)

- As telling from her entry requests she seems to have a good relationship with her mother. They usually just have tea and snacks together and they never run out of things to talk about

- She loves desserts, anything with raspberries in them she’s down for, and also likes white chocolate over other chocolates (even if it technically isn’t chocolate)

- She became a housewife because she didn’t mind it. It’s her own choice and no one told her to do it so she felt fine just taking care of the house and occasionally going out shopping or whatever

- Roman kind of spoils her. The first gift she’s ever gotten from him was her hat she always wears ingame

- I’m sorry but I can’t come up with a reason for her hair covering her eyes. I don’t really wanna say scarring so… yeah, she just likes it

- Her favorite types of shows are dramas, romcoms, and oddly cooking shows. Most days when she has little energy or she’s done with all of her housework she watches TV

- She also likes embroidery. She has embroidered Romans handkerchiefs and even his ties which he wears under his suit (he does love them a lot)

- She’s a pouty person. Roman tells her that’s what she has the most in common with her mom: They both pout and stay silent when they’re pissed off

- She likes setting up tea dates with the other ladies, usually Rafttellyn though because she’s the only other person home most of the time. They both know dirt on everyone

- She loves teasing Roman, but when he teases her back she acts pouty (she loves it when he teases her back)

(Last little note here I am once again so sorry about the people who never got hc lists they requested for certain people, I’ve been in a massive writing block for a while and it got worse this summer, I can’t even write for my original characters but my motivation to write seems to be back? Kind of? Idk I hope it’ll come back fully with milk soon-)

[styles-rainbow-paradise]

An untitled little Drabble I wrote a few years ago with the one and only Harry Styles in mind. I hope you’ll give it a read. I think it’s fluffy . . . Maybe

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The day you had first met now seemed as though it belonged to another dimension – drama had been flowing freely accompanying moods that where beyond high strung.

It had been a strange day, and to see him sitting alone – head buried in a book – had felt like the kicker. From the distance his face had looked contorted – almost like he had been fighting hard to hold back an array of tears.

It had been this exact thing that had prompted your approach, although you were big in respecting another’s right to privacy – especially when it was a hard known fact that it was almost impossible to come by.

It had felt almost cosmic as you had neared – questioning your actions with each new step.

It felt like something destined by the stars, written years prior to the enactment.

Maybe you should have walked away, but it just wasn’t in your nature to leave someone hurting and upset.

“Hi,” You had mumbled, internally kicking yourself at the thud of his dropped book in startled response.

He had smiled than – clearly forced – clearly ready to put the kind of show you must’ve been there for.

You hadn’t said anything than, just bent down and retrieved his book before silently sitting across from him.

It had been such a brief meeting.

It had felt natural.

Smiles surfaced, laughs snuck out – although you had never found out just what had been bothering him that day.

It hadn’t been your place to pry; you were just glad to be a friend – however brief.

-

You had never imagined several years later he would be there again.

You had never entertained the idea of once more crossing paths – again being a friend.

“Hi,” He had mumbled, resulting in the growing coffee spill before you.

You had almost gasped upon looking up only to see that smile.

You could never have dreamed that he would remember you – no more than just a lowly girl.

You had never anticipated that he would tell you than what you meant to him – ask to share with you a coffee.

You had never realised you could make an impact, be a friend – especially not to him.

[narrators-journal]

Imaginary friends tend to linger

Like that goofy little thing I posted a bit back about Ryoji crawling into bed with Minato, this is just a relaxed, mindless bit of fluff lol. I needed something sweet to wash away some gore my friend showed me, and this did the trick <3

               "Do you wanna cuddle?" Ryoji offered, smiling down at the blue-haired boy who laid on the tiny twin bed. Laying on his back under two blankets, staring up at the dimly glowing blue eyes of his imaginary friend, shivering. Or, perhaps, not-imaginary friend. It was complicated. Though, that didn't matter at the moment. As Minato just about jumped up and gestured for the odd, possibly inhuman brunette to lay down. Which the sapphire-eyed man was happy to do.              "I take that as a yes!" He sang, getting situated so he could stretch out on his back. Letting the eye-catching yellow scarf he somehow got a few years back out of nowhere sprawl out around him, a pleased smile spread over his pale face, and his white button-up lift a little from his stretching to expose the soft belly that the blue-haired nineteen-year-old was happy to flop onto in place of the small bed. "I'm glad I can still be useful to you, funeral lily." The brunette hummed, letting his long time friend straddle him and hunker down so his smaller, colder body could be squished into the odd creature's warmer form. As he spoke, he covered them up once more and ran his fingers through the nineteen-year-old's shaggy hair with a soft smile. Minato, meanwhile, simply laid his head on his imaginary friends chest and let out a slow breath. Letting his bones soak in the abundance of warmth Ryoji let off until his body thawed into a puddle. Melting across the pudgy brunette's soft body while Ryoji played with his hair and rubbed small circles into his back.              "Imaginary friends aren't supposed to be laid on, y'know..." He finally mumbled, not even bothering to open his stormy eyes or even his mouth much as he spoke.              "Oh, you're so right. Here, get up and I'll-" The response that got was a growl before the blue-haired young adult locked his arms around the brown-haired man, making him chuckle. "But, I thought I wasn't supposed to be laid on." Once again, Ryoji didn't get a verbal response, but a movement when the shivering man made him squeal with an attempt at biting him. After that, though, the midnight-haired emo settled back down with a huff. Muttered,              "Just shut up and go to sleep or whatever you do. It's too late for this." as he settled back down to listen to his old friend's heart and sap away his warmth. Ryoji seemed to agree, as he only gave an amused chuckle before going quiet and returning to simultaneously rubbing his back and playing with his hair. Letting the quiet emo settle down into a boneless puddle with his eyes shut and only the brunette's steady heartbeat and his own breathing to fill the silence of his dark bedroom. Imaginary friend, angel, demon, it didn't matter for the moment. Ryoji Mochizuki had been around for years, always there to comfort, cheer up, or warm the midnight-haired teen. And with winter being this cold, and Minato's home this empty, the delicious weight of another human's arm holding him and his excess body heat was more important. The blue-eyed creature could've admitted to being Asmodeus himself and the shivering boy wouldn't have cared. If the devil was this charming, considerate, and gentle with his sinners, Minato couldn't see what Heaven could offer to top it.

[silent-sound]

I got lost in your sheets in the tightness of your arms in the rhythm of your breath in the warmth of your heart

yet I found myself in love a place of tenderness I found myself with you a place of lost and found

[tubbobonsai]

jshlatt and wilbur face to face nothing but themselves and the afterlife is like an arena. little box you stuff your little roosters in with blades tied to their hockjoints. 2 days in.

jschlatt and wilbur in a pile on the floor, or what they had decided was floor. something to base a home on, to balance meaning on. and ive been thinking that maybe we could, some day, be forgiven, maybe do good even. 6 months in.

jschlatt and wilbur and the firm grip on a forearm, held sideways over a leg bent from the knee. digging leer, in the dark theyd gotten so customed to, a mutual smile, fondness so twisted in shape it made you naturalistically afraid. and the movement, the snap. 5 years in.

jschlatt and wilbur unknown of each other. strangers in the north and the south poles of an endless nowhere. because being alone had turned out to be the only thing that helped. connection is not a savior. glue erodes your heart away. and there would be so many years to come. 8 years in.

[spellingsbees]

Things Are Getting Closer To The Sun - Solar Flare Fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/705664

After

there is no afterlife, no darkness for their minds to float in

there is simply nothing

the universe moving on the only way it can

they were so insignificant, little specs in a vast dark space

but they were everything and they were so bright

the end of the world burned them

it was hot and terrifying but it felt safe

the sun had always been there, and now it was coming to collect them

it took them away in it’s arms, engulfing them in blinding and scalding and peace

and then there was nothing

and the universe moved on

there wasn’t anyone left to remember them

there were only particles and other solar systems and space

endless space

and it was okay

because whether or not anyone knew it, they had existed

they had been

[spaceshipsandaliens-blog1]

I want to write a poem about how Your eyes shine like a full moon and Your laugh makes my heart ache and Your smell lingers in my lungs until my next breathe but There are no words to describe your perfection to me. I want to tell the world how Your name feels so heavy leaving my lips and Your warmth radiates onto everyone around you and Your voice surrounds every inch of my body but Everyone has stopped listening. I want to find out if Your hands feel good in mine and Your lips feel as soft as they look and Your heart beats as fast as mine does when you look my way but I will have to wait, and I’m not very patient. - spaceshipsandaliens

[magicmindless]

Envious

I’ve always been envious of my peers

From how they created To how they talked From how much they knew And I did not

Envy fuels my improvement But also my pain It gave me a motive But also brings shame

Envy is an emotion Like any other We can be proud But also envious of each other

Because of this The thought came to be: I wonder if someone is envious of me?