If It's One Thing I Dislike About Wings Of Eternity, It's How Golden Cheese Half-realised/realised Late

I can write after months of sitting and running behind my ass and then take a whole year just for the damn title and summary before going back into the thousand year writer's block slumber.

At least I got something out ☺️

writing is hard but coming up with a cunty title and catchy summary will slay even god's strongest soldier

Rah, my childhood

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All of you are saviours

Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

To Tame the Tamer

𓂀 The beast tamer, Smoked Cheese Cookie, requires a stern talking to.

Pairing: Smoked Cheese Cookie × Fem!Reader

Note: He's Affogato Cookie but likeable (not like he isn't but SC is just better).

WC: 817

Graphics: orange 1 + 1.1, orange 2

The beast tamer could not suppress the scoff that emerged from the thought of his "Golden Sovereign" refusing to act, and that she continued to cling to a fallen kingdom. It has been years since the Dark Flour War has passed, and still she fears what can no longer threaten her. The kingdom he has pledged his undying loyalty to, is frozen in a certain period of time, neither evolving or devolving. He, too, is but a mere husk, a cheap imitation of what he once was. 

A figment of her imagination.

And that is the worst insult of all. He, the once great beast tamer of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, reduced to nothing but a mere soul, wandering the ruins of the fallen kingdom. How pathetic. Even the great Gate Guardian is but a soul and nothing more, his strength limited by the coward that insists on continuing this tasteless façade.

She is hopeless. Completely, utterly hopeless. And the mere fact that Mozzarella Cookie and Burnt Cheese Cookie continue to stand by her side and even encourage her delusions is nothing short of infuriating. If only he could get his hands on her soul jam, free everyone of this miserable charade. Yes... He could return this kingdom to its former glory, better it even. The people would be grateful of his deeds, they would all be free of Golden Cheese's delusions, they would no longer have to live as husks, and he would—

“I know that look.”

Curses. Of course someone had to interrupt his line of glorious thoughts. Who would dare to approach him in his private chambers? The Smoked Cheese Cookie? Who—?

“Your greed, Smoked Cheese Cookie, while great, requires its limits. You know what happened the last time you attempted to overthrow Her Radiance.”

Ah... Her. The only one who could, eh, calm him in this state. The only person who could understand his vision even if she disagreed with his ways of going about it. Perhaps that is why he loved and cherished her so, why he would forsake his duties to the kingdom without a second thought for her if she only commanded it. Yes, the love of his life.

"Yes, I remember it quite well, my jewel..." Smoked Cheese Cookie responds, eyeing his beloved from the side.

Ever the gleaming woman. Not even Her Radiance compares to the greatness that is his jewel—his treasure. He could feel himself getting lost in her visage. His eyes that were once filled with a barely contained rage were now calm, the fire in his eyes subdued for only a moment by the only one who could tame him by her mere presence.

“My, you never cease your admiration. Am I truly a sight to behold?” she chuckled into his ear so suddenly.

He had not noticed her move from her spot. Smoked Cheese Cookie was so enthralled by her, so enchanted, that he never once took notice of her walking towards him. She never ceased to amaze him. It is as if he is a beast and she is his tamer. And he is more than willing to comply.

He turned around to face her, feeling his simmering rage die down fully, if only for the time being. “You are more radiant than Golden Cheese Cookie herself, my jewel. You are more radiant than this entire golden kingdom and any jewels or treasures in this cruel world,” he murmured, hand raising to cup her cheek. She smiled at his gesture, her own hand coming up to overlap his before she spoke, her voice soothing the last remnants of his frustration and snuffing out the flames of his fury.

“You tell me that often.”

“For it is true.”

She hummed in response to his words, staring deeply into his eyes, her smile never fading. Pathetic as this façade was, seeing her made it... bearable. She made it bearable. She always did and that is why he would never let her go. He refuses to. Not like how...

No. The war is over. It is no more. All that remained was him and her, alone in his private quarters, her lips closing the distance between his, and then, her taste. His grip on his staff faded, the staff falling to the pristine floor as the hand that held it reached up for her face to pull her closer. She, too, grasped onto him, arms wrapping around his slender but toned waist, pulling him closer.

Her touch was intoxicating, like the finest cheese from the richest cheese fondue. He was losing himself in that richness, his hands roaming her body, and slipping beneath her robes. His hands roamed her body gracefully, his touch filled with need and frustration.

Perhaps this façade isn't so bad after all if it meant having her like this. Perhaps this façade isn't bad at all if it meant having her…

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ATTENTION ALL SOLYGBM FANS.

THE AUTHOR IS BACK.

Fatherhood? Impossible!

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Fatherhood was a phase unwelcome in the Great Destroyer's endless life. The mere concept of fatherhood clashes with all that he is. He is a destroyer, devoid of any tender and loving feelings, the very things that make up fatherhood.

Fatherhood is a new phase in his life—if not the only new phase in his life apart from being once the hailed Herald of Change and now the feared usurper—the Great Destroyer.

The woman he met once upon time, the woman who sought his knowledge, was barely to be found. She was still present, however, she had matured. All because of this little spawn that belonged to none other than him.

However, despite having matured, it was clear she, too, struggled with motherhood having stepped so suddenly into her life. An invasion initially unwelcome but now... unsure.

Both parents struggled with what is now presented before them. Something which they must (forcefully) accept and it seems as if the mother has taken that first step forward. Whether Burning Spice truly wishes to do so or not, remains to be seen. However, should he not, it comes at the price of his little lamb.

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I got bored and did something.

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞

Pairings ➤ Curly × Fem!Reader

Content: Angst, Jimmy, Curly choking down his pills

Synopsis: Keeping him sane from the pain is all that you can do.

WC: 710

Note: I'm rather rusty with the writing. It's been a while.

Graphics -> art by @berryboo, “I'm sorry” divider, ××× divider, red lines divider

“Y/N,” Jimmy calls, snapping the nurse out of her thoughts. “Yes?” she answers, looking up at the man as her body tensed up ever so slightly. Her body is always prepared to punch the man in the face especially since everything seems to get worse now that he's in charge.

“He's making those noises again and Anya was the one who shut him up last time. It's your turn now.”

She still couldn't understand how Curly ever managed to be friends with someone as despicable as Jimmy, how he still even considered him a friend even after the blatant display of envy. She couldn't understand him.

Nevertheless “Right, I'll get to it” she didn't question the man and did as he said. She was in no state or mood to fight, especially knowing that there were more important things to worry about and that she couldn't let Curly suffer a second longer than he already has.

She rushed towards the Med-bay where she was met with a groaning and writhing Curly. The sight made her cringe, her skin crawl, and pity the incapacitated captain.

“Hnggrhhhh...” Curly groaned and whined uncontrollably.

The nurse quickly walked towards the table with the painkillers “Yes, captain. I know,” taking out a bunch of pills before hastily approaching his bed.

Curly looked up at her with his one eye still groaning and writhing, pleading despite his lack of words to make the pain end. She looked down at him with pity. This wasn't the captain Curly she knew.

“Yes, I know. I hear you.”

Unlike Jimmy, she was very gentle with handling Curly. She took the courtesy of slightly seating herself next to him so could lift his head just high enough to be able to swallow his pills somewhat easier.

“Hrnhhgg!” despite his squirming, she was able to keep a firm but gentle hold on the man as he then opened his mouth “I know, captain,” and gave him his pills one by one. What followed next was the agonising noise of Curly struggling to swallow his pills along with the jerking of his body. As much as it killed her to witness the sight, she held on to Curly firmly, assisting him and ensuring that he did not choke his pills.

At the end of the gruelling process, she let out a breath she wasn't aware she held. As she was about to lay Curly back down so she could head out, the unmistakable sound of soft, broken sobs reached her ears. Immediately, her eyes snapped down towards Curly, realising that he was... crying.

She did not know what to do or say but she could understand one thing from this moment: Curly did not want to be alone. Despite the mere twitches he was able to make with his body, she noticed his left arm slightly, ever so slightly reaching out towards her, as if begging her to stay.

His one eye remained trained on her and despite the lack of tears, she knew he was trying to cry and sob uncontrollably... but could not because of the pain. It crushed her, “No need, Curly,” but she gently held him in her arms against her abdomen “I'll stay,” gently and briefly caressing his head as she listened to his sobs. Her eyes teared up at the noise... This was not her once trustworthy and responsible captain, no... he was just a man. A broken man. And that hurt to know.

At that moment, it all began to sink in. The agony Curly is in, the likelihood of remaining in space and never being found, the monster that is Jimmy being in charge of things. What would become of Swansea, Anya, Daisuke? What would become of Curly?

What would become of her?

Tears clouded her already blurry vision as her arms instinctively held Curly closer, though it was to comfort herself more or less. Curly's despair forced her to face the reality that is.

“I'm sorry...” and as her tears cascaded down her cheeks, her hand gently caressing Curly's bandaged face as his eye stared up at her, “I'll stay,” she only could promise him that slight bit of comfort she can provide and wait for their inevitable doom...

“I'll be here.”

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