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[teddy-tj-dore-jace]

So…I am TRYING to write my next part for my BoodyMary oneshot series.

Except I can NOT figure out how to start this one.

This is what I have to start:

AND I HATE IT.

Actually, I love it a lot. But I don’t love it for starting off this fic. I think.

And then I’m like, “should I just do like soft smut first and then have Simon have a crisis or have Simon have the crisis first?”

Me: BRAIN WHY DOES THERE NEED TO BE A CRISIS?!

Brain: BECAUSE YOU’RE AN ANGSTY MFCKER AND YOU KNOW YOU WANT THIS.

So yea, that’s my mental state right now.

[jelly-writes-sometimes]

Im bored so here have this piece i made of my ocs (under cut)

Arcelia was bored out of her mind. She didn't like shopping- especially in *boring* places where she was supposed to sit still. She'd much rather play. But she needed to tag along to get errands done- her measurements at the tailor's, checking sword weights, and then all of Captain's work stuff.

The sun was high in the sky, but it didn't matter. She stood by the displays of a jewelry shop, waiting for Captain to be done with his discussion with new merchants. She stared through the glass, admiring the gems and metals.

She always liked pretty things- shining and gorgeous.

A boy popped up, leaning over the glass display. His dark blonde curls fell over his hazel eyes and freckles splattered across his face. He smiled wide, one of his teeth missing, “Hi! I’m Alexis! What’s your name?” She was surprised, but she smiled back, “Arcelia.”

Arcelia was happy to find something to do. She was even happier to have made a new friend. They talked while she waited, but making the time seem shorter.

This shop was Alexis' mom's. She was the lady talking to Captain, actually. Alexis told her about the shop, showing her their very best jewelry with childlike enthusiasm that was reciprocated by Arcelia's innocent taste for pretty-looking things.

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Alexis was pointing bracelets in the display when he stopped suddenly. He leaned in conspiratorially, nearly close enough to slide off the top of display where he sat, and whispered to Arcelia, "Do you want to see something?"

She was hooked. Secrets were tempting to children her age, and she couldn't help but get excited, "Yeah!"

Alexis nodded, disappearing behind the glass counter for a moment before climbing back up. He held something out, showing it to her. It was a flower, sculpted out of stained glass. It caught the light and sparkled, sending small, soft rays of light in all directions. The stem was a gorgeous green that branched into well-detailed leaves and twirled onto the blush-pink petals. Arcelia gasped, "It's *beautiful!*"

Alexis grinned, "I know right!" He twirled the flower in his hands for a moment. He looked at her, and hesitated. "Um...you can have it." He stretched his arm out to her, expecting her to take the flower from him.

"But it's yours," Arcelia reasoned, looking at the flower and then the boy. He shook his head, insistently, his eyes glittering and his cheeks slightly pink, "I want you to have it! It's fine!"

Arcelia thought for a second. The offer was tempting, and she really liked the flower. It wouldn't be unfair, right? She took the flower from his hands, her face feeling weird and hot, "Thank you!" She always liked pretty things- shining and gorgeous.

He helped her up onto the counter, where they shared the candy Captain bought for her, and continued to talk and play. The grown-ups were still wrapping up their conversation, but Arcelia didn't care how long they took anymore. It just meant more time for her and Alexis to talk.

[bekolxeram]

I’ve been attempting to expand my Tommy being a part of the emergency landing rescue hc. I still suck at writing, again, English is like my 3rd language. But here’s another snippet of my whole idea so far, it’s about Buck’s headspace when he bucked Gerrard really hard. I’ll probably keep writing, but don’t expect too much, I’m still a slow and bad writer and I don’t have an AO3 account.

“Do I need to remind you who’s captain of this firehouse? I’m shocked you haven’t washed out,” Something unlocks in Buck’s head as Gerrard rants on. “You’re disrespectful... *Buzz—* Or is your skull to thick… *Buzz—*” Every insult, every vile remark Buck has heard from his new captain starts echoing each other, congregating into one single buzzing swarm of noise, like the tens of millions of bees that have been terrorizing Los Angeles for the past several days.

“Disgrace to the uni… *Buzz—*” Gerrard.

*Buzz—*, bees.

“Unsatisfactory! *Buzz—*” Gerrard again, shut up.

*Buzz—* buzzsaw.

“You gotta stop letting this guy… *Buzz—*” Eddie, I can’t.

*Buzz—* buzzsaw.

“Want me to pat you on the back… *Buzz—*” Gerrard.

I need to take him down.

*Buzz— Clang!* buzzsaw.

I need to take him down, right now.

Buck runs towards Gerrard with all the frustration, exasperation, resentment and misery he has kept bottled up inside, releasing his emotions in the form of a full body tackle. Once they hit the floor, crimson liquid starts seeping out from where the fire captain’s head currently lies.

What have I done… Buck panics.

“Woah,” Eddie looks in disbelief at the runaway buzzsaw, now firmly stuck into the side of an engine, “You saved him.” It is only now that Buck finally realizes his outburst might have helped his target dodge the bladed projectile, dragging him out of the palm of Death.

“Or maybe killed him,” Chimney springs into action straight away, crouching down to check on the wounded Gerrard. Hen follows suit and start examining her new patient. “Get the leads on him,” Hen instructs Chimney. “I’ll get the life pack,” the paramedic immediately rushes into the ambulance. Buck can do nothing but stands still and alternates his sight between his captain’s motionless body and the giant piece of sharpened metal sticking out like the death trap it is, trying to process what just happened.

A small crowd soon gathers around the scene of the not so accidental accident. It is a fire station, so naturally, almost all of the onlookers are trained to handle medical emergencies themselves. Yet, no one shows even a shred of concern, or the willingness to take action to help their injured boss, including Eddie, who has since stepped back and joined the rest of the spectators. He seems rather... at ease, so Gerrard’s injury is likely not life threatening. As Buck watches closer, he swears he can see a hint of amusement on his best friend’s face.

[amchapel]

young beron?? yes please!!!!

You were getting old. So old, in fact, that recalling your own birthday and age had become difficult and draining, often leaving you deeply disturbed.

There were mornings when you awoke with a mind utterly blank, save for one persistent, disquieting thought: you were merely an ancient vessel for an ageless power. Whether it was the power itself or perhaps both you and it, you couldn't quite remember. Yet the weight of this burden was inescapable, a relentless chain binding you to the Autumn Court, the passage of time blurring the lines between your identity and the enigmatic force that anchored you there.

And so you surrendered. You gave up trying to recall your age in years. Instead, looking back, you realized you could measure the stretches of your life by Beron Vanserra's growing heartlessness.

Beron Vanserra had not always been heartless. Your fateful encounter with him took place on his twenty-fifth birthday, during the reign of his grandfather, Pyris Vanserra, as the esteemed High Lord. The grand celebration unfolded in an open field beneath a mesmerizing canopy of twinkling stars, where the night air was refreshingly crisp, carrying the delightful mingling scents of smoke, cloves, and cider, creating an enchanting and truly unforgettable atmosphere. It was a night where the very essence of magic seemed to dance in the air, weaving its spell around all present.

The lords and ladies from every corner of Autumn were immersed in a whirlwind of festivities. Laughter and music filled the air as they reveled in the abundance of food and drink. Graceful and natural movements guided them in and out of colorful tents, and their plates were piled high with savory delicacies. Their goblets overflowed with rich wine, and with each step, they painted the open field with spilled food and scattered drops of wine, leaving behind a tapestry of joyous chaos wherever the night carried them.

But as the night unfolded, Beron Vanserra was nowhere to be found.

Far from the heart of the festivities, within the confines of a tent belonging to a lesser lord, Beron's presence was felt in an entirely different manner. His labored breaths mingled with low, guttural growls as his fingers dug into the tender flesh of his companion's hips, leaving behind angry bruises as a testament to his fervor. Momentarily regaining his composure, he relaxed his grip.

Ignoring the faint whimpers of his partner, he slowed his movements, pressing his body against hers, melding them together amidst the chaotic tangle of bedding and grass. With possessive intent, he anchored her to him, one arm snaking possessively between her breasts while the other deftly sought out her pleasure, his fingers encountering nothing but the undeniable evidence of her arousal.

[thediktatortot]

-Billy had always wondered what the hell he'd done in life to deserve Steve Harrington living in it. Not that he was going to question it because he knew damned well by this point he relied on the other boy too much to be able to part from him now.

He watches Steve mess around with the car radio while he drives, something that if Billy was the one driving, Steve would be giving him trouble for 'not keeping his eyes on the road'. Billy knows Steve has control issues when it comes to driving, but he still can't help roll his eyes when Steve does the exact same thing he yells at Billy for. The radio station stops, the intro to Just The Two Of Us turning up as Steve says "Oh- Yes. I love this song."

Billy shakes his head a little and rolls his eyes, a small smirk on his lips. "You have the most top twenty taste in music Harrington."

Steve gives Billy and exasperated look, "Hey! Just because it's popular doesn't mean it isn't good. It's a top twenty for a reason." He starts humming to the song's intro, eyes on the road as they drive down the back roads of Indianan to get back to Hawkins. "I see the crystal raindrops fall, and the beauty of it all, is when the sun comes shining through." "Harringtooon." Billy groans and rolls his eyes as Steve begins singing, and very flirtatious expression on his face.

"To make those rainbows in my eyes, when I think of you sometime and I wanna spend some time with yooouu. Just the two of us-"

"You're so embarrassing." Billy groans, feeling his cheeks heat up as he goes pink, his lips pursing in what he knows is a pout.

Billy and Steve's relationship is still pretty new, and there was an element of Steve's personality that was still pretty hard for Billy to handle. Steve is a very romantic individual once they made things official, his role as boyfriend being taken very seriously.

"Just the two of us! We can make it if we tryyy just the two of us-" Steve actually has a good voice when he really sings, often opening up like this solely in front of Billy because he knows Billy enjoys it.

But Billy would never admit that openly so he was glad Steve knew he liked it.

Billy thinks he knows why he can't join in with Steve as he sings so easily, can read himself well enough by now to know that everything that's wrong with him is because of the shame his father instilled in him his whole life.

Billy wants to but he can feel a pressure in his chest that keeps him silent as he gently bobs his head to the music because he can't say it's a bad song and Steve is right about popular songs being popular for a reason.

Billy's favorite from this year was "Holding Back The Tears". Not a song he'd ever be admitting out loud ever if he wanted to keep his musical dignity.

Steve keeps singing, a smile on his face the whole time as he knows it both enamors and embarrasses Billy at the same time, enjoying the stupid smile Billy can't wipe off his face the entire time.

"You love it." Steve says as the song ends, and a few seconds of silence pass.

"Hmm." Billy hums as he looks out the window, wishing he could stick his head out and cool off before turning to look at Steve. "You're a menace. I don't know why I ever agreed to date you."

Steve just laughs. "Mhm. Like I said, you love it." -

[hopelessromanfic]

[jinxed-games]

Hi, I hope you’re well lately! Can I ask how ROs’ reaction of MC’s death? However, MC came back after a few days, injures but alive?

Assuming in relationship for this ask

The Mage isn't in Etrea when you manage to limp back to the city walls. Instead you are met with several reports of injured members of the court and a new scorch mark on the floor of the throne room. No one knows where they went or if they even intend on returning. You are left to recover without them, and given the duty to find them.

The Royal looks worse than you when they run to your side. As if they were the ones who almost died and not you. For the next few days after your return they only leave the room when you (and only you) insist. They are with you constantly, hands reaching out for reassurance that you are really there.

Alistair is the one that finds you. If your injuries aren't fatal then he clings to you, his head buried in your neck. Then he carries you to the nearest clinic, demanding that you are immediately taken care of. You see him often as you recover. He comes with food, games, whatever you ask or need.

Maeve lets you be the first night you get back, but you hear her interrogating the physicians about your condition. The next morning you wake to your favorite food and an expensive bottle of wine. Maeve comes to visit you as often as she can, her relieved smile never fading.

The Healer is at your side. First with what feels like dozens of different ways to treat your wounds. Then, when you are better, a thinly veiled lecture about what you've done. They won't ever mention how it affected them, and you never get it out of anyone else what they did when they thought you were gone. But you notice how people are more skittish around them and that is more than enough.

Dorin doesn't visit you at all while you are recovering. You get notes. A few meals sent your way specifically on his order. But you don't see him until you are better. Weeks later. His face is dark when he sees you but his voice holds satisfaction, "You've come in time. I've just received the confirmation that the one's who hurt you are dealt with."