Hello, Sweetie.

soo im going through some stuff in my closet and that includes my rock collection from when i was a kid! its so cool realizing i remember every single one of them and my reasons for keeping it, even though there's probably around 50 of them there and a lot of them seem a bit mundane.

showing a collection like this to caleb and seeing his eyes light up as he remembers the little trinkets alongside you!! he has little anecdotes and stories that you completely forgot, and was maybe even there with you when you found or were given the rocks. your favorites are some of the ones he found for you; you remember keeping them close whenever he wasn't able to be by your side.

there's a happy sparkle in his eyes that often comes when he remembers your happy childhood moments together, along with something else you can't quite identify. you ask him why he's looking at you strangely, and he shakes his head and plays it off.

but internally, he's been comparing your expressions and mannerisms to when you explained to him your reasoning for keeping each rock when you were children. the way you show him how each one shines differently under the light, and how your points towards the value of every stone match up to the ones you chattered about back then.

his expression becomes increasingly fond as the conversation continues. he loves seeing that you still have traces of that innocent happiness brought by something so small, your sweet nature unchanged even more than a decade later.

he eventually gives in to his desires and folds you into a tight hug, pressing a long kiss to your temple. you don't pull away, melting into him trustingly and letting your eyes droop closed. he wants to keep you happy like this forever.

"I love you so much, pips. So, so much. Only show me this side of you, okay? Promise me."

synopsis: sylus has no fears. what? what do you mean, needles? that makes no sens—

alright, scratch that. sylus has one fear.

tags: fluff, needles obvs, vague description of vaccination process, reader is adamant that sylus gets this shot, he’s a chicken, resonating, domesticisms at the end  word count: 900

to combat a virus that seems to disproportionately affect evolvers, all eligible individuals have been given a new preventative vaccine. 

almost all of them, anyway.

“come on!” you huff, pushing with all your might. “it won't be that bad!”

“why don't you try again, kitten? you almost moved me an inch that time.” 

this early in the morning, the pharmacy parking lot is mostly empty. but by the time you finally manage to drag sylus inside, you fear they'll already be closed for the day.

you'd gotten your shot weeks ago, the only side effect being a bit of soreness. but every time you asked sylus how his shot went, he always found a way to dodge the question. after days of back-and-forth and a 30-minute interrogation, you’d reached a harrowing conclusion:

sylus was afraid of needles.

“it’s not as odd as you think,” he’d said while you gaped at him. “believe it or not, i value my life. why should i let a stranger skewer me and thank them for it?”

you are under no obligation to read that fic

you don't have to be mutuals with people you don't like or don't know very well or whose content you don't enjoy

it's okay to block someone for petty reasons

there is no quota for interactions

you do not have to reply to every comment or tag someone leaves you

But Onychinus provides the best offer out of all of them

Only, you can't seem to wrap your head around its boss

He's the definition of intimidating and powerful. The moment he steps into the room, everyone is standing at attention, ready to please his every whim. Except, of course, the two men who seem to be his right- and left-hand pawns. They were the ones who tested your skill initially, and were still shocked that you caught on to every type of lie they threw your way

When Sylus himself decided to test it out... you were surprised that he wasn't lying. A few things here and there, just to keep you on your toes, but the truths were stranger than fiction in all ways: the amount of wealth at his command, the trades and deals he's most interested in - you expected even his name to be false, yet it was all open information given to you or half a mark off to see if you'd catch it

Even after you're hired, you expect him to lie

You can't help it, really. He's the head of a massive organization that runs and thrives in the N109 Zone - a city of liars of all breeds

When he says, "Good job, sweetie," you stare at him for a hint of sarcasm. You find none

"I trust you" isn't said with an ounce of deceit

You hate how awful it feels to stare him in the eye, waiting for the hammer to fall, when he murmurs in the softest voice you've ever heard from him, "I care about you." Because you've been burned one too many times before. Because you've let your guard down and been tricked when you were too inexperienced and naive to catch the lie being said

Saw this, looks fun!

Link to the quiz is here

… yeah, that tracks.

Soft tagging @blockcat-safari, @jackdraw-spwrite, @cityofangeisislying, @audioeidolon, @venusplantt, @bardicc-inspo and @voidindite in case they would like to play along :)

Ngl it's accurate very accurate, me writing crack funnies hc and fics and also brainrotted self lol

Oh look it's my favorite genre of isekai anime.

Hm. Sounds about right I suppose-

I wasn’t tagged and just found this through scrolling but I am so happy because Idiots in love is (one of) my favorite tropes/tags. MY IDIOTS TO LOVERS IS SO PRECIOUS TO ME. And I also consider myself to likely be in that kind of situation as well. I probably will just overthink and maybe gaslight myself if anyone ever showed romantic interest in me. Also it’s just so silly and fun. I love my Idiots in Love tag. Let’s be silly and share a brain cell together! Idiots to lovers to so fun it makes me smile so much my cheeks hurt. But Idiots in love already are hilarious. Gimme gimme I want and need more of my lovable idiots. This life is too short to not enjoy the silliness and awkwardness of moments of love. Whether it is platonic or romantic or something else all together. I love Love. Anyways, I’ll be tagging some mutuals in case they’d like to try this quiz for themselves.

considering domestic fluff makes an appearance in like 90% of my fics, this feels very accurate. I’ve been told this is what characterizes my writing lol. definitely one of my favorites :)

incorrect response: write the rest of the story to be as twisty, shocking and counter to expectations as possible, regardless of whether this is a logical or satisfying way for the plot to go

correct response:

(you’re not stupid. I posted this thinking it would amuse a handful of mutuals who all knew the context and that would be about it, so I didn’t think about providing any other explanation. I had no idea it would spread this far.)

I’ll start from the very beginning just to be thorough. so this is Alex Hirsch, creator and head writer of Gravity Falls, a show which had a big focus on mystery, conspiracies, codes and ciphers, etc. the whole plot is kicked off by one of the main characters finding a mysterious old journal in the woods, which detailed all kinds of weird and supernatural things, but then ended abruptly with the author saying they had to hide the journal because they were being watched. the central driving mystery of the show, therefore, was the question of who wrote the journal and what happened to them.

now, the thing about Gravity Falls is that, while it must be said that the writers weren’t always quite as sure of their plans as we tend to like to think they are, it is very much a fair play mystery, with legitimate clues to what was going on. but the writers were caught off guard by how quickly the show attracted a dedicated audience, including a lot of people outside the primary presumed demographic, who started solving the clues faster than expected. so some of the fans were able to correctly guess who the author was before it was revealed in the show, and the theory started spreading. this put the writers in something of a panic, because this was THE mystery that the whole story revolved around, with ¾ of the show building up to the dramatic reveal in the middle of season 2. they wanted it to be a mystery that could be figured out, sure, but they weren’t prepared for people to solve it so far in advance of when it was planned to be revealed, which would have really taken away from the big moment. they weren’t going to change the main story itself, but having been caught unaware by how much attention the fans were paying, they wanted to up the ante and make the mystery more complex to solve going forward–but first they needed to buy some time and throw the fandom off the scent for a little longer.

hence, Alex’s plan as described above. they whipped up a fake shot that appears to give away the identity of the author as being another character in the show, put it on a screen in the studio as if it was a real animation frame, took a picture of it, and ‘leaked’ it online. it was initially decided to be a hoax (albeit, I think, presumed to be a hoax originating from outside the production team), until Alex posted this tweet:

…before quickly deleting it (though not so quickly that it didn’t get seen, of course).

it worked well enough to distract most people for a while, and wasn’t revealed as a hoax until a year later, when an episode aired that definitively proved that the supposed screenshot could never have happened, at which point Alex owned up to the whole thing as seen in the tweet above. by then the episode with the real reveal wasn’t far off, and while people did still work it out ahead of time, it was more of an “OH MY GOD I KNEW IT!” moment than a “booooooring, we’ve known that for ages” moment, which of course was what the writers wanted all along.

personally I find this a fascinating approach to dealing with the problem of spoilers, because it doesn’t affect the story itself at all; if you watch Gravity Falls today–or if you were watching it when it aired without any significant contact with the fandom–you’d never know about it. ultimately, the problem the writers were facing wasn’t that some people might guess the answer to the mystery–they never wanted to make it completely impossible to predict–so much as it was that they hadn’t designed the story to stand up to so many people working on the puzzle together, which resulted in a sort of total output of puzzle-solving ability that far outstripped the capability of any one solo human being. so their solution is something that’s very much targeted toward delaying that group problem-solving, without actually affecting the experience of any individual person watching the show.

plus, it’s very in keeping with the overall tone of the show.

don’t:

change the ending

do:

He carries the freshly cut lemon over to where you’re preparing the salad dressing. With a step to the right, you make room for him to squeeze the lemon into your bowl. Instead you feel the sticky liquid trickle onto your forearm and down your wrist.

Turning to him wide eyed and confused, all you see is an amused smile followed by a sarcastic "oops" and a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

The half squeezed lemon lands on the counter with a splat, sending more juices onto your arm in tiny droplets.

"Hm…" he ponders dramatically, while slowly running a finger up your arm and through the lemon juice. "Why choose sour when life has so many sweet delights?"

You open your mouth intending to call him out on the weird behavior, but before you can get a word out Sylus’ finger, coated in juice, makes its way to your lips.

"Do you like it, kitten?" He asks, letting his finger move beyond your bottom lip to gently graze your tongue.

You smile mischievously before closing your lips around his finger. The sour lemon doesn’t bother you much at all when you’re getting to watch Sylus’ composure crumble with each swipe of your tongue.

Strong hands grip your waist and places you on the kitchen counter so quickly you barely register that it’s happening.

He leans in, teasing you with the promise of a kiss, before moving to kiss your shoulder instead. Then, he moves down the length of your arm, licking, kissing, sucking, and biting at your skin. By the time he reaches your wrist, his knees have hit the floor.

"So sweet, sweetie," he hums, nuzzling the inside of your thigh.

"The lemon?" You tease, spreading your knees further to his great delight.

"Yes, the lemon," he mumbles against your skin, playing into your joke. Somehow, he sounds like he's drunk on you already, before even getting a proper taste. "My favorite, did you know?"

By the end of the evening you’re both satiated and satisfied.