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
thank you guys so much for the requests! I got so many, damn 😅 don’t worry though, I’ll write everything I got. I go in the order I recieved the prompt(s), I hope that sounds fair for everyone
on another note: there’s still an ask that’s a bit of a mystery to me. someone asked for 11, 13 and 14 (namely: bathing / showering, soft spot / weakness, prgenancy / birth) but the anon didn’t write a name long with the prompts
hey hey anon, if you see this, send me a name please 😟 there’s no deadline or something, I just want to deliver what I’m asked to write
I know that the things I post about these days are only Picrews and other tag games and I’m extremely sorry! I’m supposed to post my writings on this blog
I’m writing a little Cas piece rn after that comes the Kinktober challenge. I’m really sorry but I don’t think I will be able to write anything else in September, school is stressing on me
PS: pretty pleeeease don’t tag me on Picrews anymore! (I mean not this blog, I love Picrews but I’d rather post them on @darkredviolet) Every time I look at my post-count I feel so great for being productive then I remember that half of them is just Picrews :(
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amazing
I was taking a break from my homework, and my graphic tablet was too far away from me…yes, this is Lance,, I mean Cursed Lance.
2024 is over, but not my (hopefully not temporary) motivation for writing! my plans for the beginning of the year:
finish Dykecember. even though December ended, I really liked this challenge and I have an idea for most of the prompts, so I want to finish it, no matter how much time it takes. as it's a different month now, I don't think I'll care about the numbering of the days that much - I'll go with what I like, and eventually all 31 will be done
complete the old requests. I have some "leftover" requests from before my break (yes, from years ago.... I'm ashamed of myself). I wanted to do Dykecember as a way of practice to get back into writing, so that the requested pieces won't be half-assed, but these will be next
go on with my original ideas. believe or not, but I actually still have ideas for original fics as well, and I plan on developing these too!
+ if I get any requests in the meantime, I will write that too of course (though I don't really expect that to happen considering that I completely lost my old audience - which is not a surprise since I disappeared for more than 2 years)
I also started developing my own interactive fiction game.... it's just a lil' passion project for now, but maybe when it's a 100% finished and I feel confident enough with it, I'll share it too :)
for privacy reasons (and I also think it was confusing at times), I'm now @tania-rambles on my side-blog instead of darkredviolet
everything will stay the same, except the name of course
if you ever find a broken link either on this blog or on @/tania-rambles, feel free to shoot me a message or ask, and I'll fix it ^^
french version — Armani, une jeune étudiante d’université, décide de vivre dans un nouvel air après quelques évènements drastiques qu’elle a subi, et lorsqu’elle réussit à avoir un travail en tant que jeune fille au pair à Mystery Spell : elle ne pouvait plus faire machine arrière.
english version — Armani, a young university student, decides to live in a new air after some drastic events she has been through, and when she manages to get a job as an au pair at Mystery Spell : she couldn’t turn back.
danger | migos, marshmello do it like a dude | jessie j morning after dark | timberland ft nelly furtado, soshy sweet dreams | beyoncé true love | p!nk only a fool | galantis x ship wrek x pink sweat$ kiss and make up | dua lipa, blackpink put it down | brandy ft chris brown
genre ; surnatural, romance, action status ; on-going
author note : on the summer break, i said that i would write a fanfiction on “is it love? mystery spell : drogo” and i finally did it !
the story will retrace the game storyline but many things will change as the plot and the whole shebang (if you wanna to have the original game, you can either play or watch the lets play !). there will be two versions : english and french, i will try to post simultaneously ! sorry for the mispelling on the chapters but if they are you can tell me and i will correct it !
anyways, i hope that yall will like and enjoy reading ! peace out !
french version chapitre i ; “soit la bienvenue dans notre famille”
english version chapter i ; “welcome to our family”
Hello! Can I ask for 5 and 12 with Nevra? Also, I saw jealous headcanon for Lance, can I ask for one with Nev too?! Especially if he's jealous about Leiftan! 😊
sure! again, I don't mind original prompts (especially if it's an interesting one like this... 👀)
5. first kiss
(I'll write it as their first time in New Era, as there was a canon one in Origins)
Nevra likes to give small kisses on Guardian's cheeks or her neck, but he knows these don't really "count", they are affectionate but not passionate
their first kiss after Guardian wakes up isn't passionate either though; they are talking, their past arguments are long forgotten but he's too shy for some reason. Guardian isn't afraid however, pressing her lips quickly on his, flashing a smile at him afterwards
Nevra is too stunned to properly process what happened at first. when all things fall into place, he grabbes her head, maybe a little too harshly but not too much, and connect their lips again. the kiss this time is longer, with tongue and a bit of lip biting as well
12. first time
(the same as with first kiss)
it doesn't take very long for Guardian and Nevra to have sex together, but definitely after they are a pair. Nevra had his fair amount of one night stands, he wouldn't want that kind of relationship with Guardian
when Guardian starts to undress, she notices how Nevra's breathing quickens and his face reddens, so she slows down her moves, teasing him as she takes off her clothes
both are experienced, though Nevra more, he's the dominant one during their first time. he likes to please and torture Guardian at the same time, with lots of foreplay and touching
when they are done, Nevra wants to make sure she didn't regret anything, but she reassures him. the two spend the rest of the night in each others' arms
being jealous
Nevra being jealous... he’s totally unpredictable at those times. he’s mad at everything and everyone. may the gods bless whoever made a move on Guardian, because Nevra will come for him
it’s even worse if that person is Leiftan. “does he think just because they slept together for 7 years, he’s entitled to have her?” Nevra is sure to have a discussion with Leiftan. at some point, Leiftan quietly says “you know, she’s not yours either, she’s her own person...” which just makes Nevra 100% angrier, but in the end no one dies and Nevra achieves his goal
he’s not angry towards Guardian herself, how could he? but he’s still nervous when it’s just the two of them. asserting his dominance over her helps though, seeing that she is his
Nevra is less and less likely to get mad jealous as the time goes on, he slowly but surely grows confident in their relationship and trusts Guardian to defend herself when it’s needed
I have no idea of what’s going on here, leave me alone. don’t ask, just read
Word count: 571
Nathaniel’s P. O. V.
The quiet night was suddenly interrupted when my phone started ringing. At first I ignored it, hoping that whoever was calling me would realise that I was busy trying to sleep, but it continued ringing. I sighed as I sat up in my bed, and I picked up. I was just about to ask how can I help, when someone spoke on the other side.
“William Danford? We called for an uber, it’s you, right?”
The woman calling me had a pleasant voice, but I could sense that she cried not so long ago. I tried to be polite, but it still annoyed me that she called me in the middle of the night.
“No, sorry. Wrong num-” I started, but another voice, a male this time, made me stop in the middle of my sentence.
“Is that damned uber coming or not?!”
“I have the cause of the crying, don’t I?” I thought. Working as a waiter, I saw many scenes like this; a “pair”, where the man didn’t acknowledge that the other one didn’t want him there. It wasn’t rare that I had to step in so he would leave.
“I’m not your driver, but I can drive you as I’m already awake” I said while I turned on the lights to get ready. “Where will it be?”
A few minutes later I was in the parking lot of a small restaurant, waiting for a young couple to get in my car. To my unfortune the process wasn’t really fast because they just argued on the pavement. I didn’t want to listen in so I glued my eyes on the road, drumming with my fingers. This is how we spent the first half of the “trip”, the other half in utter silence.
After some time we finally arrived at a hotel. The man left, without paying, but he closed the door on the woman when she tried to get out of my car. I didn’t really know what to do, so I turned around to see that she was close to crying again.
“Miss, do you want me to take somewhere else?” I asked.
She wiped away a tear then spoke: “I- I can try calling up my friend if I can sleep at her place. And please just call me Candy.”
I didn’t want to be quiet during the route so I tried to maintain smalltalk. And first Candy didn’t really cooperate and it was awkward, but after some time she became calmer and we had a nice chat. I found out that the man is actually her, now ex, boyfriend and they were supposed to visit a mutual friend when he realised he’d rather spend the night without her. I couldn’t really understand the man; every time I looked at Candy in the rearview mirror I saw an otherwise beautiful woman. Only the crying, caused by him, distorted her features.
Even after I dropped her off, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I have to admit I found her intriguing, and I felt bad that I missed my chance to properly reassure her. I fell back asleep, my dream setting me free, but she was on my mind after waking up again and going to work. I wanted to call her up to make sure she’s okay, but I didn’t want to bother her.
Well, whatever, not like we will ever run into each other again.
Right?
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