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day 1 - moving out (Candy x unspecified LI)

Words: 443

TW: the story happens after Candy's husband (I didn't specify who) passes away. there aren't any mentions about how he died; but still read with caution if this subject can upset you

Candy's P. O. V.

"Ma'am, are we free to go, is everything set now?"

I didn't pay attention to the question, still standing in the doorway, sweeping the empty room with my eyes. It was hard to take in the view: my brain filled in the void with the rugs, furnitures, pictures, newspaper on the table, the TV....

"....ma'am?"

I turned towards the young man in front of me; he was working for a professional decluttering company, the very one I called to help me get rid of some of my belongings. My heart ached to let go of certain things, but I couldn't possibly take everything with me to my new flat. The only real love in my life left my side, and I couldn't bear to live alone in the same house that was once filled with his laughter and voice.

I hoped that the organiser would impute me not hearing him to my old age, and nodded. "Yes, everything is on the truck, you can go. Thank you for your help."

He curtly said goodbye, then left, taking his favourite armchair, his desk, his-

The thought of raining on a day like this being cliché flashed through my mind, when I realised that it was my own tear that wetted my face. I thought that I had got over it by now; isn't grief supposed to last for only a few months? That's what all of my friends told me, at least. That it will be better, that I will eventually forget about him, that life will overgrow the pain...

When will it dull?

I walked back to my own car. There was nothing else I could do, the whole house is empty besides few things that the owners-to-be liked and bought. My accidental prediction became true after all; when it was already dark - so dark that the world outside my car's light seemed non-existent - I noticed some drops on the wind-shield. One, two, five, and many, many more. They imitated my tears that started falling once again, and I had to pull over to calm down. There were two images in my mind, never disappearing: one showed the house the way it once was, full of life when the grandchildren visited, being a safe heaven for them; and one showed its present state, the walls ripped from the family photos covering them, the wooden floor naked without the carpets warming them, the dark rooms with all the light taken away from there.

An image of life, and an image of death. A painful reminder of the past, and the truthfully cold present.

And I couldn't decide which one hurt more to see.

"The grief does not go away. It doesn’t go away, life just grows around lit. First, there is nothing but loss. All the time. It breaks up body and soul sharply, without mercy. You have to go crazy, you have to perish in pain. We feel like there's no more. With such an absence, such a large void, it is no longer possible to live. Then life goes on. Time goes on stubbornly. Suddenly the moment will come — it will only become clear later — when it no longer hurts without stopping. Breathing spaces start to take place in the flow of torment that was thought unstoppable. Minutes when you can pay attention to something else. Little islands. Then there will be more and more of these. Suddenly we find that the morning, the boundary between dream and wakefulness is no longer broken by the icy realization that they are no more. Then, sometimes we can smile when we think, "Hm, I remember how funny it was when....!" Memories no longer bring pain, but gratitude that they were here. Over time, there will be new joy, there will be new momentum. There will be plans and new desires. There will be peace and forgiveness, but grief will not diminish, it will not decrease. Life grows around it."

30 day angst writing challenge

Kinktober

I know it’s early, but I wanted to leave here the list I’ll be using for my submissions to Kinktober 2020. I put together the numbers that I thought would be interesting to write about and edited this pic. Feel free to use!!!!

I’ll decide myself the pairings and prompts, but if you’d like to see something especific, NSFW or not, you can commision me here!

I’ll write for the following fandoms:

- My Candy Love

- Eldarya

- Mystic Messenger

- The Arcana

thank you Fa for thinking of me 🥺 I like MCL more, but that doesn’t mean I don’t write for Eldarya (I actually recieved more ED requests lately than MCL hehe). my askbox was closed for some time, but a little later today I’ll reopen it so if you want to send me headcanon prompts anon, feel free to!

also yeah, in this post (my reblog of what Tetra linked as well) I listed the active MCL writers I know of. there are other people of course, just go through the comments and you will find lots of talented writers ❤️

Hey Tetra, how are you? Since you are not writing anymore (😥), could you recommend some blogs that write about MCL or ED?

Hey anon! Don’t worry there are lots of writers around here!  I get this question quite often, check the notes in this post, the whole fandom came together and tagged all the writers we currently have on tumblr.

Also, I will personally recommend to check my girl @vanillaamoursucrethings she is accepting requests but I have no time to read these days, please send her one in my place! 💕

Ah, but it’s much funnier to imagine random scenes that show their other personality traits, and these gotta be connected somehow

i have to remind myself that i don't need to write a whole book for every character i make. sometimes characters can exist simply for the sake of being sexy

take my uquiz???

hey guys I made a uquiz - what nostalgic thing i've been using to cope lately are YOU? link will b in the reblogs

Twinless Twin

Characters: Armin, Alexy Tags: Grief, Character Death, otomehavehalloweenevent

His face is a guide map for how his brother would’ve aged; his brother’s portrait of Dorian Gray. 

Keep reading

So I have a desire to revitalise the old mcl kink meme but unfortunately the settings have been changed to no longer allow anonymous posting, so I created a new one!

Here's the MLC Kink Meme, relaunched and ready for your prompts

Human / vampire (Candy x Priya)

Note: written for day 3 of Dykecember. time is relative anyways (also I'm experimenting with a new way to format my fics, don't mind me) Words: 795 Candy's P. O. V.

What is a vampire? In popular legend, a vampire is a creature, often fanged, that preys upon humans, generally by consuming their blood.

‘Okay, I didn’t get any smarter, thank you Britannica’ I murmured to myself, looking up from my laptop’s screen to take a glance at my girlfriend’s face. 

When Priya had called me up to say that she had become a vampire somehow, I first ended the call, rolling my eyes at her bad sense of humor. Then she called me back, almost hysterical. 

I quickly realized it wasn’t a joke. 

We spent the previous hour at Rosa’s place, trying to calm Priya down, and surfing the web for any useful info. Unfortunately, everything we had found was about ‘adult’ vampires. Not a word about someone freshly turned into one. 

“Did you find anything?” 

Priya tried her best to mask her voice, but it was clear that she was very afraid. 

“Uh no, not yet. The best I found was an article detailing vampire diet. Apparently, you don’t necessarily need blood. Anything red is good for you.” 

She didn’t reply, just laid down on the couch, covering her face with her palm. I closed my laptop to walk over to her. 

Rosa left a little earlier to drop off Thia at Alexy’s, and Leigh was gone the whole week to visit Lysander. Priya and I had some time for ourselves. 

“Hey” I sat down next to her. “We’re going to figure it out, okay? I’m sure you’re not the only one with this problem. Worst case scenario, we will consult Stephenie Meyer.” 

“Urgh, I don’t really appreciate your jokes.” Priya turned over to her other side, with her back to me, but didn’t pull away when I started caressing her side. 

“It’s not the end of the world anyways. If the legends are true, you will be exceptionally fast and powerful, you will live for much longer than otherwise, you will be immune to pretty much any disease. I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s a bad deal.” 

“Haha. You forgot about not being able to stand in the sun or eat garlic. Not to mention the crosses.” 

“That’s not a problem, we don’t live in Italy.” 

I spoke without thinking, but I reached my goal: Priya laughed – for the first time during the evening. 

“Thank you. Your support means a lot to me. Really.” 

She turned towards me a little to look in my eyes while speaking, but then quickly diverted her gaze. Her expression turned sour, almost regretful. If she had been sad or angry, I would have understood that, but this...? 

“What’s wrong?” 

“What isn’t?” She chuckled, not answering my question. 

“No, but... really.” 

She sat up, but still avoiding looking at me. 

“It’s just... if I stay this way, and the myths are true, I’m supposed to drink blood, aren’t I?” 

Her fingers found their way to the hem of my shirt and started playing with it. 

"Well, yes...” 

“Well... I don’t know how to phrase it, but I started feeling this strange pull towards you. Of course, I always found you ravishing, but it seems that whatever change is going on inside me, it also affects how I look at you...” 

While talking, Priya shifted her position on the couch to lean in my direction. Her fingers stopped fidgeting with the fabric of my shirt and instead rested on my sides. I felt my cheeks burn. We have been together for more than four years now – we had kissed, seen each other without clothes and made love multiple times. And yet, in this moment, I felt that we had never been so vulnerable in front of each other ever before. 

She got closer, lowering her head, making its way to my neck. If I had really wanted to, I would have been able to stop her, to move away – but I didn’t. I tilted my head to give her better access and braced myself for what was coming. 

I hadn’t noticed that Priya’s teeth got sharp already, but now they pierced through my skin with relative ease. I clenched my jaw, not to give away the pain I felt – if this is what it takes for Priya to feel better, so be it. 

While she was feeding on me, pictures flooded my mind. Her arrival at Sweet Amoris High School; her kiss with Iris that awakened previously unknown feelings, but mostly jealousy in me; our reunion in university, and the rebirth of our friendship that slowly changed into something deeper. 

I loved her, and I knew she loved me too, more than anything. When she finally lifted her head from my neck, wiping her mouth, I knew that now we were tied together more tightly than I ever thought possible.

Dykecember challenge

AO3 has been scraped, once again.

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.