MY CANDY LOVE

Yue's Medical Bills and Mishaps, organized by Younique Bales

Hey there, my name is Younique but most of you probably know me as Radical_Yue or just… Younique Bales needs your support for Yue's Medical Bills and Mishaps

Hey guys I know this isn’t the most proper place to do this but I admittedly just want to get this going somewhere, but if any of you are able to share this it’d be greatly appreciated. My roommate recently had emergency surgery and had previously lost her job due to covid. She’s been scraping by doing commissions up till now but with the surgery and the pain she was in prior to the surgery, she’s been unable to do any work for a few weeks now. 

Also if any of y’all donate submit/dm me a message with your receipt and I’ll try to draw/doodle something for you ;v;)/

Some examples of draws I’ve done —v

is mermay still a thing?

genuinely curious, since uhhh it's already the 2nd of May and I haven't seen any mermaids yet, but I was kind of looking towards to it :c I even thought about joining, but idk what will happen about that one

or maybe I just looked in the wrong corners of the internet... hmm

(also, I think I can remember there were prompts like "storm" and stuff. but now that I think about it, I haven't seen prompt lists this year either.... damn I really hope this didn't die out, I liked it lots)

💛🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up, if you want to. If you get it back even better 🌙🌺🍃💛

aw, thank you so much! it’s really kind of you to have thought about me <3 I’m bad at math, and I sent this back to more than 10 people, you can’t stop me >:D

I can 100% relate, the writers you listed were my favourites as well (hell, they were the main reason why I even signed up on this site). steph-writes started making her own games, it’s understandable that she doesn’t want to write for other fandoms anymore (though it’s a bit still sad that she deleted her MCL writings T-T), while I don’t even know what happened to otome-aeriie?? she kind of just disappeared, I think

luckily, not everyone quit the fandom! there are still a bunch of talented writers on Tumblr, such as

Tetrakys (hehe, I won’t tag her, I’m sure you know her)

@marycecilyy

@idolcandy (she’s on AO3 as well)

@otomes-and-tears

@centralsaints (though they write mostly on AO3, as far as I know)

@melodyalanaroster (she mostly writes about her own OC, but that doesn’t mean at all that she’s not talented!)

@vanillaamoursucrethings​

I think this is all?? I hope I didn’t leave out anyone. I know some other people who write sometimes, or just used to, but these people are still active in the fandom ^^

Okey, so I have a question.

I was out of tumblr for a while and when I logged in for a first time i noticed a change. Why is no one writing any MCL fanfictions? You, steph-writing and otome-aeriie were my favourite writers, I was coming back to your stories all the time and it was my favourite guilty pleasure. And now they both wiped out all of their MCL fanfictions and you also stopped writing MCL stories. I dont want to be disrespectful but is there any specific reason why it happened? I saw that there was a time when girls got some hate for their work but I loved them so much. I miss those times..💔

Hey happy to see you online again! I hope you're doing well.

I can't speak for other people, but personally i just lost interest in writing, it was a funny experience while it lasted but it has never been 'my thing'. I've never felt like a writer but I'm really grateful you and other people liked my writing 💕 I still write short dabbles sometimes, but small things and only when inspiration strikes, which is rare. (Incidentally I made a post about it yesterday but it was buried under dozen of comments on the latest episode)

Dispair not though! There are still people who write in the fandom! I've been very busy this past year so I haven't kept track but MCL writers if you see this post feel free to comment/reblog with a link to your masterlist so people can find your works :)

hetalia is violently antisemitic and racist

That was one of the few days when I let the serenity of the moment wash over me, like a shy wave caressing the shore after the storm.

I could feel her kicking once, twice and three times, impatient. My serenity meant very little to her, but I could understand why, it wasn’t complete. Just the two of us was enough, but it wasn’t complete. I let my hands find the spot she was, my palm where her little feet would maybe kick again.

“He’s late, isn’t he?” No answer. I smiled. “Don’t sulk, Lilly, Dad is in his way.” My words wouldn’t be enough to convince her, but I made myself even more comfortable on the crouch, relaxing even further.

I started murmuring a song to her, our favorite song, letting the smooth tons of the harmony envelop us, calming her. I could feel the change, her anxiety going way with the song and I could help feel a pang of emotion. She was relaxing with my voice. She knew how safe and wanted she is. Everything would be fine.

The sound of the keys, the door opening, was the perfect excuse for me to recompose myself. Quick, I erased from my face any trace of the treacherous tears my eyes. But of course, I couldn’t fool my husband just the way I wanted. It took only one look in my face for him to know, intuitively, how my confused and sensitive feelings were interfering.

“Not again, May.” Despite the scolding nature of his words, Rayan walked up to me with gentle eyes and a small smile tugging on his lips. “Lilly gets upset when you cry, I get too.”

I waited for him to sit next to my legs, hands reaching for mines, before I could say anything “I’m happy.” I confessed, shyly. “It’s just… she really likes my singing voice.” Rayan’s smile grew.

“She was kicking again?” He guessed, looking down for a moment before getting his face close to my belly. “You got a lullaby today too, hun? But this time you couldn’t wait for me?” talking with the baby was contagious, we already love let Lilly hear our voices and know us. Rayan kissed the spot when he felt her kicking early this morning, before going out, he didn’t know she had moved and was now kicking in the side, but I didn’t correct him.

I sang again, the same song from before, now adding the lyrics to both of them, one of my hands resting in his hair while the other would still be on my belly. Rayan’s green eyes lit up, recognizing the song.

“Our song.” He whispered, sighing quietly, before his voice joined mine. Lilly got to quiet, the closest of sleep that she could get, but we still sang the song just one more time to her, just to be sure.  

@nicoliharu gave me the permission to post and write something to go along with it. 

awww you're so sweet, why would I make fun of you T-T

you can bet on staying friends with me btw, there's no way I'm letting you go >:D

the happiest birthdays of all, Bee! we haven't known each other for long, but I'm glad we've met, you're one of the funniest, kindest and smartest people I've ever known ❤️ you always have so amazing ideas and theories 😍 have a beautiful day (and don't forget to finally sign up for *those* channels 👀🤭)

I finally have access to the forbidden chatrooms. I feel like an adult already!!

Thank you so much, Tani 💛

We have only known each other for a little while, but you’re already so important to me! You have a great sense of humour and you’re always so helpful and nice! You don’t make fun of me for my cursed ideas and is usually the first to get on board with them 🥺

I hope we continue to be friends 💛💛

13 with candy and Nath 🥺

thank you anon, to be honest I was kind of praying for someone to ask this 😌🤭 it's a little short, sorry 😔

13. soft spot / weakness

I’m fairly sure that Nathaniel doesn’t like to mix work and private life; if someone went after his family or friends because he’s a cop, that would be a nightmare for him

a “positive” kind of weakness of him is junk food. he likes to eat healthily and work out regularly, but damn those burgers sure look good...

Candy running her hands down his stomach, along his hands can really make him lose his head. also just. biting his neck. do this, and he will literally shake like a pudding

send me headcanon prompts!

Today is New Year's Eve, typically my favorite Christmas festivity. But this year is different, this year is harder and sadder, because everything that makes festivities special has been taken away 😭

After this year, I'll never take for granted all the people around me. I'll never take for granted my grandma's cooking and love, my mother's renovated hopes making her the soul of the party, my brother's awkwardness, my teary great-aunt, my grandpa's falling asleep in the midst of chaos, my tipsy uncles, my aunty's cheerfulness, my dear cousin throwing me shrimp's heads, the little children running everywhere... I'll miss our traditions: everyone wearing matching red underwear bought by grandma's, my uncle starting to eat the grapes at the quarter bells, my aunt forgeting at least one grape, jumping on the right foot when the clock strikes twelve, the gold jewelry shining inside champagne flutes during our midnight toast... and midnight hugs and kisses. 

Today there won't be none of that, not for me, not for so many people in the world. Today we won't celebrate this holiday as it should be celebrated (well, whatever your traditions are where you come from), but we'll keep fighting against this pandemic to celebrate the next. We're not close to our old normal yet, but we're getting there. There's more hope for this year to come than we've ever wished for another, and one day more of resisting this is one day less for it to end.

And for mental well-being to come back, thank you very much.

To all my friends here: celebrate as you want or feel, or don't celebrate if you're not up to it. I wish you and your love ones health and safety and love 💕 And to all of you who've lost someone, you who have to see an empty chair, I send you strength and all the virtual hugs in the world.

I hope for a 2021 filled with you lovely people!

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