A page from the Book of the Sun - VI
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Romanticizing your life sounds so stupid but it will help you cope. Taking extra time to make a yummie coffee in the morning, sitting outide observing the wind in the trees, writing poems, going to old book stores, watching your childhood favourite movies, listening to romantic jazz, writing in a coffee shop, making sure you have moody lighting in your room, putting on asmr rooms as a background noise while you work. It's not a solution, but it makes things a bit better.
We Need You Back
TW : none.
What if you left the military because of health issue and decided to sign yourself back to college. Maybe you used to go to college but stop because of financial problem.
Working in the SAS for so many years means fat paycheck and you’re barely having time to indulge yourself in luxury because of missions. It has made your bank account fat with money that you barely touch over the years. You don’t have to do any work or part time, just focus on studying.
One day, while you’re in class, suddenly all the window has been shattered and door has been forced open by bunch of men in military gear. Your professor look around in panic and anxiousness. On instinct, you reach for your knife that you hide in your boots but stop your movement when your eyes catches the familiar faces.
A bearded man with bucket hat approach you carefully, face stern but eyes soften as he took your form. “Sergeant Y/L/N,” Captain Price, your idol and the one who has help you many times, greeted you.
“Captain. I would say it’s good to see you but the circumstances seems to not be looking good...” you eyed the busted door on the corner of your eyes and saw your former lieutenant, Ghost, standing there with your favorite mohawk guy and your bestie bug boy.
“Yeah... Sorry about the commotion, but we need you back.” Price said while Garrick hand you a bulletproof vest with a ‘sorry’ smile. At least he’s guilty(?)
You heard whispers and looks from your new friends and the other students but all you can see/feel is the silent hopeful gazes of your old comrades.
You sighed out loud before grabbing the vest and putting it on, effortlessly. Ghost smirk under his mask, not worried at all since he knew you’ll be back. (Lies. He was worried you’ll decline and has lose sleep over it.)
Price smile knowingly and hand you a handgun while Soap goes to the professor to give them Laswell’s number for repairment.
Note : i do want to write this, but feel free to add your blurb too!
This is unusually specific and personal - one of the scenarios I like to daydream about🙈
I Think Its Fair to Say the Fandom Is Tired of Smut.
Continuing the trend of me ranting about the fandom because I hate most of y'all. I may be the most hated person in the fandom, and I'm pretty proud of it, 'cause I'm hated by all the wrong people, anyway.
So, I've noticed that my fluff fics (with just the tiniest of spice, even if the "act" is mostly implied), get more attention than the full-on smut ones.
Maybe I'm just better at writing fluff, or people are just over the constant smut being posted.
Don't get me wrong, some of the smut on this app is 10/10, but the majority of it is just constant usage of the word "cunny" (automatically give me the ick), bad dialogue that would make anyone who has had actual sex walk out, and other stuff that makes me feel like I should be put in jail. @darkmountainstorm-blog summarized this pretty well.
Speaking of the dialogue, why do people think characters not using full sentences during sex is better? I get that being "pussy drunk" is the idea, but It's a personal ick of mine.
"'Feel so good on my cock,"
Jesus. Stop this. I can't find this hot. It seems every smut on this app has this exact sentence.
Tell me what you guys think. Am I the only one who has these icks?
Anyway, I'm thinking of writing a multi-chapter fic of Were-Bear König. Nothing big, but a 5 chapter type of thing. I was inspired by some amazing fanart I saw on TikTok. I would post it, but I have no idea who to credit.
One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
