Author: somewhatavidreader

im writing this up at the desk and i just tried like three times to use the desktop’s mouse for my laptop’s cursor THIS IS FINE

lazulisong:

I’m starting Nano today so friendly reminder if you want to rubberneck at my hubris and suffering you can get access to the Google Drive folder for the low, low cost of a donation to my ko-fi (https://ko-fi.com/A320MOR) or just dming me and asking for a link if we’ve known each other for a while. 

Anyway, this is what I got done this morning, which I am strongly resisting the urge to nuke from orbit but WHATEVER, SHIT BRAIN, WE’RE DOING THIS ANYWAY: 

Once upon a time there was a prince who lived under a curse.

He was born under it, and suffered under it, and then he was saved from it, but he was angry at the price.

What type of curse? I’ll tell you eventually. Shh. This is a long story.

This prince was a royal son of the empire. His mother was a wife of the Emperor and he was not the youngest, nor the oldest son, nor was he the son of the Empress, so from the first he had no idea of trying for the throne. But things don’t happen how you want them, I suppose.

This prince went out to war and returned from the war, and when he came back, his mother said to him, “I suppose it’s time for you to take a wife.”

He supposed his mother was right, and went to the matchmakers, who found him a girl. This girl died before the marriage, which was very sad, but he hadn’t known her very well. The prince took a concubine, who seemed fine at first, but afterwards died as well. He ended up with five concubines, I think, but none of them lived to cause trouble  for long.

No, I don’t suppose it was very nice of him to take concubines and not a wife. Things were different then. He did what was expected of him.

A little before the concubine got sick, the prince met a girl. This girl was the prettiest girl the prince had ever seen. She had long black hair and big chestnut-colored eyes and she laughed a lot, but most importantly, she wasn’t afraid of the prince, who was very reserved and did not speak light words or say pretty things. If he liked it, he said so, if he didn’t like it, he also said so. This was part of the reason why he didn’t think he should try to be Emperor. The other part – well, the prince could read. One could ascend, but for how long?

Anyway, about this girl: the prince fell in love with her. She had beautiful handwriting, and she was very clever. She moved quickly and quietly, like a little graceful bird. And again: she wasn’t afraid of him. This was so novel that the prince probably would have fallen in love with her just for that, no matter what. She made him feel like a tall tree protecting a little bird’s nest.

Well – he liked her so well that he asked his Imperial Father if it wasn’t time he had an official wife. And his Imperial Father mentioned, in a sort of roundabout way, that he hoped he wasn’t thinking of this girl from a military family, or that daughter from an official’s family. All those girls seemed very forward and spoiled, if you looked at them. And besides, his Imperial Brothers had married all the first daughters from those sorts of families, so he would have to marry a concubine’s daughter, or a younger daughter, and that was beneath his dear son’s dignity.

No, he wasn’t, he was thinking of just a normal girl, like a daughter from a scholar’s family.

That was different and his Imperial Father immediately asked him what sort of scholar’s daughter he thought he would like. Maybe that girl from the family that always had sons that came in the top three spots in the examinations? Maybe that other girl whose family wrote such piercing essays about corruption?

No, no, just a girl. He didn’t care for a very smart girl, or for one whose family was always stirring up trouble. He just wanted a nice, well-bred girl to get old with.

He said that, and he waited.

Now, his Imperial Father’s face had been getting brighter and brighter through this whole conversation. If you read your history, instead of begging her to help you all the time, you’d know that this Imperial Father was riding a very cross tiger. He had a lot of sons, just like he’d been supposed to, and now all those sons were looking at his throne greedily, and at each other hatefully. If one of them wanted to hamstring himself with an ordinary wife instead of a clever one who might cause trouble with her husband’s family or one that had a family to back a bid to send her Imperial Father in Law to his ancestors before he wished to join them – well, his loving father wouldn’t get in his way.

So they sparred a little with words, the prince acting indifferent for the sake of the watchers who would bring this news back to his dear brothers, and the Emperor encouraging him to speak for the sake of his future happiness. Finally the prince admitted he’d heard a girl from the Mei family was filial, industrious and thrifty. Had !seen her once at a palace gathering, and his consort mother had known her family before she entered the palace.

Ow! Stop pinching me! I won’t get to the point any sooner if you try to hurry me.

fkyb:

For @lazygeisha who won’t ask but deserves all the Soft™ fic 😘❤💞

“Cantaloupe, my love, wake up,” Tin whispers into Can’s ear. He trails kisses all around Can face in hopes of softening the harsh blow he’s giving him, knowing full well that Can holds his sleep sacred.

“I know it’s early, but you have to see this sunrise,” Tin continues when Can’s frown turns into a content smile from all the kisses.

“Nope,” Can says once the words reach his sleep-full brain. “Lemme sleep. Sleep’s good. Go away.”

“Alright, I have no choice then,” Tin says with a final kiss on Can’s nose. He bends over the bed and picks Can up, duvet and all.

“What the-”

“Hold tight,” Tin says as he carries Can bridal-style to their balcony. Can obliges, looping his arms around Tin’s neck, deciding that as long as he doesn’t have to actually walk he might as well let Tin show him his sunset.

Tin carefully sits down on their hammock, holding Can all the while, and after minimum fussing they’re both lying down, tangled together in Can’s duvet. Can’s head is resting on Tin’s chest, Tin’s hand idly tracing curly patterns on Can’s back, and alright, this isn’t so bad.

Can looks up at Tin, and from this close the early morning light is doing beautiful things to Tin’s face, bathing him in a warm glow, and maybe waking up early is worth it.

Guardian – Androids

timetravelfreak:

Here’s some awful thing I’ve been working on after not sleeping enough and watching too many Guardian MVs while scrolling through the Detroit: Become Human wiki.

Have a snippet of Zhao Yunlan who tries to investigate the Sundial case while being distracted by the fact that Dragon City Universtity’s library android is really really hot.

In which Shen Wei pretends to be an android because his human identity fell through and Zhao Yunlan is having a crisis because he knew he wasn’t exactly virgin pure, but he’s never had a thing for an android before.

The first thing Zhao
Yunlan thinks when he meets SW100 is “Wow”, because seriously, it
should be illegal for someone to be that gorgeous.

The second thing he thinks
when he sees him is “Fuck” and not in a good way. Because while
it’s a decently small size, seeing the LED at SW100’s temple feels like being
doused with a bucket of ice-water while having a wet dream.

Keep reading

fkyb:

lazygeisha:

fkyb:

For @lazygeisha who won’t ask but deserves all the Soft™ fic 😘❤💞

“Cantaloupe, my love, wake up,” Tin whispers into Can’s ear. He trails kisses all around Can face in hopes of softening the harsh blow he’s giving him, knowing full well that Can holds his sleep sacred.

“I know it’s early, but you have to see this sunrise,” Tin continues when Can’s frown turns into a content smile from all the kisses.

“Nope,” Can says once the words reach his sleep-full brain. “Lemme sleep. Sleep’s good. Go away.”

“Alright, I have no choice then,” Tin says with a final kiss on Can’s nose. He bends over the bed and picks Can up, duvet and all.

“What the-”

“Hold tight,” Tin says as he carries Can bridal-style to their balcony. Can obliges, looping his arms around Tin’s neck, deciding that as long as he doesn’t have to actually walk he might as well let Tin show him his sunset.

Tin carefully sits down on their hammock, holding Can all the while, and after minimum fussing they’re both lying down, tangled together in Can’s duvet. Can’s head is resting on Tin’s chest, Tin’s hand idly tracing curly patterns on Can’s back, and alright, this isn’t so bad.

Can looks up at Tin, and from this close the early morning light is doing beautiful things to Tin’s face, bathing him in a warm glow, and maybe waking up early is worth it.

@fkyb Oh my god, you are so sweet! Thank you! I lurrv soft boys! ❤ <– okay, that sounds so incredibly creepy, so let’s change that to “I enjoy a story wherein the main characters – who are adults – show the softer, caring side of their feelings toward each other.”

There ya go.

👌👌uncreepy 💯💯