Some People Think Writers Are So Eloquent And Good With Words, But The Reality Is That We Can Sit There

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

Alright, since some people wanted to hear about this, I present to you:

A grim reaper AU!!!

It probably doesn't even count as an AU, but...I kinda don't know what else to call it (I'm up for ideas tho😏)

Now, imagine this:

Comte has been experiencing some...strange encouters in town in the past...few weeks.

It started as a weird gut feeling. The feeling that you are being stared at. But he never seemed to find the cause of this feeling.

Then it seems he's being followed. But it's not just one person, no. In fact, it seems it's always somebody else. Once it's a small child standing at a candy store, once a beautiful young lady at the park, another time it's a coachman on a break or an old woman with a basket of apples at the market.

He only catches them staring at him intently from the corner of his eyes, but when he turns to look at them, there's no one there.

Comte feels something isn't right, but doesn't want to alarm anyone, so he only tells Leonardo what's going on and asks if he could keep an eye out for anything or anyone strange next time he's in town.

But nothing really comes out of it. Nobody suspicious or suddenly dissapearing spotted.

So, cue a very tired and done-with-everything Comte walking into his study to work on...whatever Comte works on. Fanmail, probably.

Only to find out there is a random ass stranger sitting behind his desk, casually observing all the stuff he has there.

aaaaaaaaaaand that'll be it for tonight! I'm very tired and battling my own pesonal demons, but if you'll like this, I'll definitely do my best to continue!

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No but seriously this was so beautiful and nice and calm and just so, so true. The part with the intrusive thoughts??? Oh I felt that.

Thank you so so much for this, you have no idea how much this means to me <333

Hello! Could I maybe get some Silco x reader hurt/comfort fic? Maybe the reader is struggling mentally and Silco tries to help them? It doesn't need to be anything too heavy, I've kust been dealing with some self destructive urges and depressive thoughts lately and I'd appreciate the comfort <3 You absolutely don't have to write this if it makes you feel uncomfortable though, just let me know if you decide to not write it, so I don't expect anything. Thank you so much!

Sorry this took so long. I hope you're doing alright and this might help a little. We've all been there. This is heavily based on my own experiences so I hope that's okay <3

Warnings: Depressive thoughts

You’re numb again.

It’s cold. Dark.

You ever get the feeling the world is too much? Like life is passing you by too fast and you don’t know where it’s going. Or where you’re gonna end up? What’s going to happen next?

Will today be like yesterday?

What about tomorrow?

You feel lost.

Left behind.

It’s all too much.

So you stay in bed, waiting. Doing absolutely nothing because anything feels like it’s too much. Until…

The hand that touches your shoulder is warm. It moves down your side to then rub circles around the small of your back. Breathing comes easier now.

“Silco,” his name is just a quiet whisper on your lips and yet, he still hears you.

“I’m here, my love,” he says.

His hand strokes down your arm, fingers tangle themselves between your own. He squeezes gently.

You feel grounded. Secure. Safe.

He scoots in under the covers behind you. You feel his chest press against your back, and his nose pokes your neck as he shuffles closer.

“Those thoughts haunting you again, my dear?” he asks. He knows you may not have the strength to answer.

But you manage a small nod. And that’s plenty enough for him to understand.

He presses a kiss behind your ear, and then another to your neck. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”

A smile flickers on your face for just a moment.

You take a deep breath; finding some small urge of strength you roll over to face him.

Not a word uttered between you. You stare into each other's eyes, longingly. You can just make out the blue in the dim light of the room, swirls of sky and ocean turquoise merging together. The red flickering brightly, almost looking like a small flame, guiding you towards it.

You reach your free hand up, running it back through his hair and then down to the nape of his neck. His blue eye closes slowly and he hums quietly in response. You watched intently as the pupil of the red dilates, shrinking down the ring of fire that surrounds it.

“You have beautiful eyes, Silco.” Your voice was weak.

A soft chuckle left him as he opened his blue eye to meet your gaze.

“As do you, my dear.” He leans close to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

The tips of your fingers brush lightly at the back of his neck, just below his hairline.

You open your mouth to speak, but the words are stuck in your throat. You hate this. It shouldn’t be like this, he does so much for you but what-

“Focus on me. I’m right here. You’re stronger than you think.” He knew you so well. Always knew how to pull you away from those thoughts.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I’m so useless. I don’t pull my weight around here-”

“Hush now. That’s nonsense.” He squeezes your hand again. The other moves up to cup your cheek and his thumb traces over your lips lightly. “You do plenty for me with just your presence, my love. I don’t need anything else from you. Just having you here is enough.”

He kisses you again, but deeper, more passionately than before, as if to emphasise the meaning of his words. Tender and slow. As though the Eye of Zaun — a man who was always busy — had all the time in the world. He was sure to always make time for you.

“I love you,” he says, tightening his grip on your hand. “You’re mine. Always mine. No matter what.”

You smile — a genuine smile; one that reaches your eyes and makes the corner of your eyes crease. It stays. “I love you too.”

“Good.” He brushes the back of his hand down along your cheek. “Because I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

This is a pro-choice blog

I view anti-choicer’s the same way I do anti-vaxxers, anti-maskers and climate deniers. I block them all.

None of these conspiracies are based in any scientific evidence and I refuse to give them any oxygen.

Abortion is healthcare and reproductive rights are non-negotiable.

Omg thank you so much! I swear y'all are the nicest <33

Alright, since some people wanted to hear about this, I present to you:

A grim reaper AU!!!

It probably doesn't even count as an AU, but...I kinda don't know what else to call it (I'm up for ideas tho😏)

Now, imagine this:

Comte has been experiencing some...strange encouters in town in the past...few weeks.

It started as a weird gut feeling. The feeling that you are being stared at. But he never seemed to find the cause of this feeling.

Then it seems he's being followed. But it's not just one person, no. In fact, it seems it's always somebody else. Once it's a small child standing at a candy store, once a beautiful young lady at the park, another time it's a coachman on a break or an old woman with a basket of apples at the market.

He only catches them staring at him intently from the corner of his eyes, but when he turns to look at them, there's no one there.

Comte feels something isn't right, but doesn't want to alarm anyone, so he only tells Leonardo what's going on and asks if he could keep an eye out for anything or anyone strange next time he's in town.

But nothing really comes out of it. Nobody suspicious or suddenly dissapearing spotted.

So, cue a very tired and done-with-everything Comte walking into his study to work on...whatever Comte works on. Fanmail, probably.

Only to find out there is a random ass stranger sitting behind his desk, casually observing all the stuff he has there.

aaaaaaaaaaand that'll be it for tonight! I'm very tired and battling my own pesonal demons, but if you'll like this, I'll definitely do my best to continue!