#☽ ic ;; drabbles

[sd-vtm]

Oh no, not again.. she dropped another thing while cleaning!

This time is was one of Mrs Elliot’s Japanese tea cups..

She is quick to drop down to her knees and began to scoop up the glass into a small pile with a shake of both hands.

Great..

Mrs. Elliot is gonna have her head for sure for this one.. This was one of the maiden of the house’s favorite mug! Last week she dropped a vase while cleaning it too, so V knew she was on thin ice already as it was!

..I mean come on, how was she suppose to know it costed 5 thousand pound? Why would you spend so much on a piece of ceramic?! Least to say she recieved a good smack across the face for breaking that vase. The only reason she didn't get thrown in the cellar this time was cause Tessa stepped in and promised that it wouldn't happen again.

Yet now she was breaking that promise and its all her fault! This time she would take the punishment for it. Let it be her this time, and not mom Tessa. Things weren't very great in the Elliot Manor, the Master and Mistress of the house always seem to fight and smell of booze more as of late, and even Tessa seemed to be constantly looking over her shoulder.. V didn't truely understand why, but she knew the human girl was afraid sometimes. She often would sit outside her door with J, listening to the other cry herself to sleep.

J often looked angry too, and seemed to just get defensive when she tried to ask questions.. It had to be because of the harsh words constantly thrown her way, not being raised by parents who are suppose to love and nurture their children.. She remembers a few times having to clean the blood off her mother's face or apply antibacterial cream to the wounds on her wrists from the shackles her mother put on her when she got out of line.

V experienced it too, a smack here or a good shove if they made a mistake.

..But the worst touch of all was from Mr Elliot himself, which seem to happen the most. The little maid had lost count of when she felt his hands wander up her dress. However, it only happened when James had the manor to himself cause the wife was on business with Tessa, since the poor girl was often dragged along with her.

..She hated those weekends.

Cause it was when the human man acted stranger and would often request that she sit on his lap while he worked. She didn't like that alone time with him, his hands wondered, tugging and sliding up her dress to feel against her thigh or underwear. And he would often whisper very odd things to her.. The human always sounded so desperate, sellinf strong of booze during such moments. And most of the times these odd cuddling session would just just end with him crying into her shoulder, explaining his misery and woes within his marriage. ..That he wished he could take her to bed.

Whatever that means..

V often replayed those strange words often in her memory file; trying to figure out what he meant by that.. All she knew was that it made her feel really uncomfortable. Her metal felt like it had a slimey feeling to it after he touched her. And a small part of her thought maybe she deserved it. Considering she wouldn't have the guts to ever protest. The mug is quickly hidden under the china cabinet and she is quick to scurry away.

We need to stop thinking about it so much..but it was hard not too. Especially when she found herself crying when the thought got too loud..

[writteninscarlet]

What If? ...Wanda told you she loved you? (accepting) ;; @mastcrmarksman

Clinton Francis Barton would make a lot of Top 10 lists for Wanda. For some, even Top 5.

Most annoying, worst jokes, who’d eaten the most pizza slices/doughnuts/etc from the floor…

He was also up there as a main contender for her favourite Avenger. And that wasn’t something she would be embarrassed to admit. Because quite frankly, Clint was AMAZING. He was quick-witted and though his jokes were badly timed (hilariously badly timed ha ha) and some simply were ‘dad jokes’ he was one of the few that could get her to laugh in a serious situation. Or when her depression hit hard. He was incredibly smart and talented. How he was able to make those trick arrows was beyond her. They required precision and an intimate knowledge, and credit where credit was due. And he kept up incredibly well for an archer amongst witches and Gods. He had the heart of a hero - and the bruises and x-ray scans of a stuntman. He was INCREDIBLE. He didn’t judge her - not for the simple things like being vegetarian or not drinking alcohol recently, or the bigger things and there were a LOT of big mistakes and bad choices in her past.

Clint had been there with her from her not-so-humble beginnings as an Avenger. She had taken her lead from Steve, of course. Steve was good and strong. He was a leader with a leaders confidence and soft charm. A gentleman! And Wanda had fallen for those charms and had often rushed to his defence or agreed with his plans. At the same time, Steve often seemed miles away from her.

He was just TOO good. His nature and his morals… he had his moments of course, but things seemed so black and white to him. Wanda always felt like she had to continually run to catch up with him. Steve had brought her into the fold and made her feel welcome, like family. But there was a gap.

Clint was good, too. But with Clint there came understanding and acceptance. The fact he could annoy her was actually amazing. They just clicked. She enjoyed teasing him in return, and didn’t feel abashed or ashamed about telling him off or a few prank hexes. Sometimes, because of her past and coming from the Brotherhood, she felt she had to hide her gifts or be ‘saintly’ all the time. To remain calm and without anger. Just in case it set someone off or frightened her. But the acceptance with Clint allowed her to be herself. And she loved that. The Scarlet Witch was and always would be part of her. But she felt like she was also just Wanda when around him.

The course of heroic adventures never did run easy or true.

Her actions, spurned on by grief and anger and an instability because of her powers, had massive consequences. Irreparable consequences. Her actions were a mistake and in her right mind not something she would have done - but she was still in her mind and she had made choices. Bad ones.

The pain she’d caused those around her was a scar and weight that wasn’t likely to ever go away. What she had done—- what had happened with Clint— Some may have called it a crazed and she supposed it was somewhat accurate, but she was still Wanda throughout and she’d hurt him, badly. (ended him, erased him, need she go on).

Bad choices simply to plague them. She was a chaos witch but Clint didn’t seem to need magic to lead a chaotic life (and how much was it damage she had caused?)

Past mistakes and choices were never forgotten, but neither were last feelings.

And Clint Barton was HOME.

Her mind had been shattered over and over, her life played with by others - her mind sometimes not even seeming like her own. She was regretful and remorseful and would have done anything to change events, but that was just it. The past was the past. And Wanda had learnt that some things were out of her control.

Therapy was a hard decision to make. It was admitting that there was a problem and that she was weak. But talking did seem to help. The medication helped. But she was off that now. And there were a lot of people out there who didn’t know she’d been in therapy or if they did, didn’t know she’d been on medication. She’d told Clint of course, later down the line whilst on the meds. And she’d told him about her therapists, including the one that turned out to be a criminal trying to take advantage. The therapy helped.

What helped more was HOME. A tentative and easy friendship, and then a stronger connection that they were building between them again. Wanda was glad and relieved to have Clint back in her life. There was no hiding any of her past with him for he had been there for nearly all of it. He knew her weaknesses and her guilt and her shame. He wasn’t a therapist and she had no intention of dumping her issues on him, it wasn’t fair. Not after what she’d done and because he had troubles of his own.

But it was easy to share aspects of her life and new troubles with him. And when he needed to open up, she would listen for him. He was the reason she’d ever played the game Yahtzee, the reason she’d learnt sign language, and a really big reason why she’d been with the Avengers for so long. So when Clint had an issue, Wanda wouldn’t hesitate to reach out and offer help.

It was easy to meet up for coffee or food or shopping or any activity together. So easy to pop around and see him. So easy to hug him and tease him. They had seen one another at some of their absolute lowest points, and Wanda accepted Clint for who he was and who he was trying to be. And she loved everything that he was, flaws and all. He wasn’t perfect like Steve always tried to be. He hid some parts of him but wasn’t afraid of being himself either. No big persona to hide behind around her.

When she had news or it had simply been a while, Wanda knew she could count on Clint. Quick phone call, quick message, and they’d work something out to meet. They had a few decent diners to go to now. And if he had trouble or simply wanted to speak, then Wanda would be there for him. It worked both ways.

He was comfortable to be around, he was easy to talk to, he could make her laugh and relaxed. He could completely stress her out and irritate her, too. When something funny happened or she had gossip, she thought of telling Clint. When she was sad or wanted to feel more energetic, she thought of Clint. She was happy and at home around him. And if that wasn’t love, she didn’t know what was.

Which… she maybe didn’t know. There was a lot of different ways for people to love one another. Wanda wasn’t sure she really understood love, but she accepted her feelings for what they were.

These thoughts came fairly quickly to her as she listened to Clint describe his latest anecdote, painting the scene of his heroic actions - all, probably, distractions to hide the bruise on his cheek which she could and would heal if asked. But only with consent. Of course.

She scrunched up her nose, slightly amused smile curling up one corner of her lips before taking a sip of her hot tea. Almost finished. And his coffee probably done, too. They’d been talking for some time, after all. The snacks were long gone.

It was simply the two of them in her shop. The Emporium did okay business. She sold a variety of magical objects that only those with knowledge could use, but also things available to everyone. Her main trade was the Last Door of course, so an empty shop didn’t completely bother her (though it might be nice to do good business one day). Sitting comfortably at the table with him, she’d let him go through his anecdotes - jumping in with a question or two, as well as praise but teasing and sincere. And a few scoffs as well. Emphasis some points, that was all. She completely and totally believed he’d done all those stunts. Sure.

With her cup empty, she stood to get more hot drinks but paused as she passed him.

Some feelings deserved to be shared and known. There was no expectation for them to be returned, but some things weren’t meant to be kept inside. Stood by Clint’s side, she placed a hand on his shoulder before leaning in to place a soft, warm kiss to his forehead.

“I love you, Clint,” she said, softly and sweetly. Truth warmth in her tone. And she meant those words. There was a lot of ways to love someone, and Wanda probably loved Clint in nearly all of those ways. There would be times she’d be hard pressed to think of someone more important to her. Clint was wild and impulsive, he could be arrogant and sometimes self loathing. But Clint always tried his best and Wanda could see and appreciate that. Clint Barton was a hero in just as many senses of the word as the way she loved him. And he deserved to know that she cared. Straightening up, those words were perhaps clear on her face and in her smile. And if she needed to, she’d repeat them to make sure he heard. He didn’t need to say anything back, he just needed to hear them. “I love you, and I thought I’d just make sure you knew that.”

[psycadenza]

“ tristan . “

the voice comes to tristan’s ears suddenly, sharply, like the sudden ring of a bell you’ve seldom heard . the voice is a REFLECTION of his own, if not a bit lower and more monotone . he turns, and the familiar face of his brother ( his own face ? ) greets him . silently, tristan presses his lips closed and tries to shuffle past, to STAY OUT OF HIS WAY .

he feels a hand gently grab his sleeve, halting tristan from leaving . he looks up into Felix’s face, neutral where his own expression was confused .

“ … how are you ? “ Felix asks tentatively .

no matter how hard tristan tries, he can’t remember the last time felix spoke to him for more than one or two words, nonetheless ask about his well-being . the thought made him frown, and it took a small shake of his head to snap back to reality .

“ I’m fine . “

“ that’s good . “

there’s a pause, discomfort thick in the air . Felix doesn’t yet release his twin’s sleeve from his grasp . instead, he looks down, thinks, then looks back up at tristan .

“ … do you want to … do something ? watch a show, or … I don’t know . anything, you and me ? “

surely tristan has fallen into an alternate dimension . his watch must have malfunctioned, this must be a MISTAKE .

but how nice and merciful a mistake it was .

“ um … sure . that sounds nice . “

“ there’s a new documentary that came out . something about the effort to preserve endangered species, I think . “ Felix half-shrugged, releasing tristan’s sleeve . “ we could watch that . “

tristan felt the faintest of smiles on his face . “ okay . “

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Cold Comforts (Beetlejuice Drabble)

Betelgeuse x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: You have a headache and Beej does his best to offer you some comfort.

Fic type: comfort, fluff

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"There y'are, babe, where've y'been, huh?" Beej's voice travelled loudly through your apartment as you closed the door and rested your forehead against its cold surface.

You didn't offer a verbal response, just let your bag slouch to the floor with a loud thud as you ambled towards the living room where you knew he'd be. Where else would he be other than camped out watching old sitcom reruns.

Catching sight of his splitting grin and satin-striped pyjamas, you let out a very long sigh of relief before collapsing into his lap like a sad, wet cat.

Beej seemed confused about this, and his hand hesitated, hovering above your back before he finally dropped it to rub you comfortingly.

"C'mon, babe," he said, tone as soft as he was capable of making it. "Talk t'me. What's wrong, huh?"

You grumbled in response, muttering something about the beginnings of a migraine and something about work. BJ tutted and snapped his fingers, ensuring the lights turned off and the volume on the television dropped to barely audible. You winced at the loud click of his fingers, and he grunted as an apology.

A second, much quieter snap of his fingers sounded and there was a soft pop of energy to your right. You take a peek and find a duplicate Betelgeuse standing there in an all-white suit and black bowtie, domed platter in his outstretched hand.

“Refreshment to go with your dinner, babe?” The duplicate asks, scrunching his smile a little and giving you a very standard Beej wink as he whips the metallic dome from the platter to reveal an ice-cold glass of water. “Aw c’mon, don’t leave a guy hangin’- whaddaya want, huh? Lobster? Sirloin steak? Horse rib? Last time I had horse was the Plague.”

Offering a tense smile, you shook your head and politely declined.

"Mm," he grunted. "No-go there, huh? Whaddaya need, sweet cheeks?"

You sighed discontentedly and buried your forehead against his cool chest. Perks of being dead- he was always the right temperature to cool you down when you needed it. He eventually warmed up with the contact against your skin, but it was nice while it lasted. Though less so in Winter.

"Needy little thing, huh? Nuh-uh, no moving. Dead Man's orders," he tuts, pressing your head back to his chest when you try to raise it. "Be good for me 'n stay there. There y'go."

It was a good thing Beej had old MASH re-runs to entertain himself with- as it wasn't long before you were curled up, fast asleep with his fingers in your hair. And he had no plans to wake you any time soon, either.

[euphoricfilter]

"Here we go, the 3am zoomies..." Yoongi. Hybrid, fluff. -🖤

strawberry ice cream:

pairing: carpenter! yoongi x bunny hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || hybrid au ||

summary: yoongi’s solution to your 3am outbursts always ended in sweet kisses that tasted of sweet coffee and strawberry ice cream.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, yoongi being the softy he is <3 reader is a howl’s moving castle enthusiast

notes: prompt from this drabble game!!

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Yoongi knew exactly what he was getting himself into when Namjoon had asked if you could come and stay with him. a new permanent home for you, and a new friend for Yoongi.

because as much as he’d hate to admit it, Yoongi had spent months researching bunny hybrids before he’d even been offered to house you. where he’d been cocooned in blankets of an evening, absorbed into his own little bubble of the internet where he’d be able to learn anything and everything about the life of a bunny hybrid; and what he as a human could do to provide the proper care for your kind.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Namjoon to properly take care of you. he knew you’d have a cozy little life with the author, house much bigger than his little apartment where you’d have your own back garden to hop around in, and an owner more than happy to indulge in your strict diet and strange little habits.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Namjoon to properly take care of you. he knew you’d have a cozy little life with the author, house much bigger than his little apartment where you’d have your own back garden to hop around in, and an owner more than happy to indulge in your strict diet and strange little habits.

it’s just, Yoongi had been enamoured by you minutes after your first introduction and he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling off since. fingers always itching to tease over the base of your ears, fur the prettiest shade of snow white and the cutest little squeak you’d let out when surprised. you were bashful, never too loud though he’d caught onto your little bursts of pent-up energy which would shine through—ever so pretty and ever so perfect, Yoongi couldn’t help the saccharine fondness that slithered its way into his heart.

Namjoon loved you, he truly did, just as much as you loved him back— but with his rise in fame and touring the country for book tours for weeks on end with no sign of this new life fizzling out, he couldn’t be around as much as you needed him to be. and so, the solution; Yoongi.

a solution you hadn’t been upset with, because Yoongi had a habit of spoiling you more than Namjoon did.

the carpenter didn't mind an extra pair of hands around the workshop, endeared when you’d take a catnap on the worn-down couch at the back of room, where your little bunny ears would twitch with every clatter of his tools hitting the work surface or the gentle ding of the bell above the door.

he’d spend most evenings carving out little bunnies that you’d paint of a morning before you helped sweep the floors after lunch— rewarded with a tub of fluffy strawberry ice cream and a coffee-mingled kiss before Yoongi got back to work for the afternoon. both humming along to whatever plays on the radio until the sun sets and you’re wriggling around, always hungry just as the shop is ready to close up for the night.

you’d read on the windowsill, slices of orange sunlight warming your cheeks, often distracted as you simply people watch; giving Yoongi a running commentary on everyone that passes the shop, or how maybe you should one day get a dog together.

“i already have a cute bunny, why would i need a dog?” you hadn’t been able to see his smile with his back turned to you, but you could hear it in his voice.

he’d muffled a laugh, drowned out by the slick noise of chipping wood when he’d seen the strawberry-ice cream pink hue dusting your cheeks.

it had always been a little ironic how much you loved anything that bounced. a little habit Namjoon had left out when making sure Yoongi knew every little detail about you. a habit that took months for him to figure out.

he’d been out grocery shopping, and you’d been so invested in Howl’s Moving Castle, flopped over the couch, he’d simply left you to finish the movie while he’d run some errands. not expecting you to be jumping on the couch when he’d gotten home.

you’d been embarrassed, fumbling to apologize, but Yoongi hadn’t cared all that much— not when you looked the happiest, you’d been since moving in with him.  

and it had been cute until the first couch broke, springs snapping under the weight of your constant bouncing.

you’d cried, and Yoongi had held you until you’d hiccupped in his arms with a watery apology that he silenced with a kiss to your forehead, and enough reassurance that he wasn’t mad, his own panic sizzling mellow when you stopped falling head-first into a panic attack.

after the second couch had folded, you’d moved to the bed, wary that Yoongi’s patience could surely only run so thin when this is the second time you’d ruined a piece of furniture.

“what’s this?” Yoongi had patted over the mattress one evening, divot a little more noticeable when he pulls the duvet away. it felt like déjà vu, pearly tears glazing your cheeks with stuttered out apologies and gentle kisses to placate your worries; because Yoongi could never find it in himself to get mad at you, not when he knows you hadn’t done it on purpose.

he’d bought you a mini trampoline for the living room, an easy solution to this problem. the perfect solution even, with you hopping in the living room and his furniture fully intact, really Yoongi felt like he’d outdone himself this time round.

it was a noise complaint from the downstairs neighbours that had the trampoline shucked onto the balcony, your feet thumping a little harder against the floor on the days it was too cold to go out there and bounce. truly a problem on nights like these when you just couldn’t seem to settle down. bouncing from one room to another, almost burning your arm while he’s been cooking.

“here we go, the 3am zoomies” Yoongi grunts, no venom behind his words at all, if anything he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, “hey! no bouncing on the couch” he wags a finger at you in warning.

you hop off the couch, “but yoongi” you whine, your ears flopping over your forehead, and Yoongi sighs.

“i know, doll. how about we go out?”

“where?” you bounce on your toes, hands falling on Yoongi’s shoulders when you almost trip over the edge of the rug; his hands falling onto your hips to hold you steady.

“what do you think about ice cream?”

“strawberry?”

and Yoongi laughs when he catches sight of your tail twitching from over your shoulder, cottony fur erratic with excitement.

“if that’s what you want, bun” he smooths your ears down the back of your head, tickling the base with the tips of his fingers; and you shiver in his hold, practically vibrating in his arms.

“let’s go” you tug on his sleeve.

“you need to put your shoes on first, my love” he reminds you, letting you tie your laces in the car, his own excitement hard to contain when you looked this happy.

nights like these were Yoongi’s favourite, knees knocking with one another as you sit on stools by the window of the convenience store, one of your hands tucked in his pocket to keep warm, fingers laced.

Yoongi’s kisses always tasted sugary sweet from the coffee, your tongue peeking out for a taste, a little more addicting than the bitter stuff he drank at home.

and Yoongi would chase after your lips, kissing you back because it tasted like strawberry ice cream and forever promises of a future where the two of you could stay like this forever.

the sweetness of your lips sating his sweet tooth, and cementing his ever-growing love in your heart, knowing you’d found a home in his.

🍓thank you for reading <3 feedback is always encouraged!!

[forever-rogue]

Omg! If you do short winter drabbles maybe the kids start a snowball fight and both Steve and you trip and fall, you on top of him ofc bc we love a good cliche and after years of dancing around each other you finally take the leap and kiss him and oh surprise he likes you back!! idk if this is inspiring, just throwing ideas out there 🥰 I love your blog btw congrats on your milestone you deserve it!! 💕💖

AN | It’s an actual drabble for once! Please this got me so soft 🥺🥺

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 900

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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“Be careful!” you didn’t even know why you bothered to yell at the kids. None of them were even paying attention to you, already too wrapped up in their little snowball fight, “someone’s gonna get hurt!”

“Andddd they are totally ignoring you,” Steve popped up right next to you, making your entire body flush with warmth despite the frigid temperatures. You beamed at him and shrugged your shoulders as if to say what a shocker. He matched your smile before delicately reaching over and brushing a few snowflakes out of your hair, “don’t worry, sweetheart, I’d never ignore you.”

And oh. He really had to go and pull out the sweetheart card. It was almost as if he knew that made you weak in the knees and want to kiss him on the spot. He probably knew, to be quite honest; you were pretty sure you weren’t subtle in your affections towards him. But if it bothered him, he never complained; maybe he just liked the attention.

“How very sweet of you, darling,” you teased, almost losing your mind when he looped his arms through yours. It was such an innocent gesture, but the thoughts it inspired in you were downright sinful, “Steve?”

“Come on,” he motioned his head across the park to where a few small holiday pop up stalls were located, “let’s go and get some hot chocolate.”

“Ooh, yes please,” what could possibly be better than Steve Harrington and hot chocolate? Nothing. You paused for a moment before giving him a serious look, “will there be mini marshmallows?”

“Of course!”

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One of the things you always loved about Steve was how easy and effortless it was to spend time with him. You supposed he was your best friend for a reason after all. The best friend you were madly and hopelessly in love with…even if he didn’t know that. 

Once you had your hot chocolates in hand, you were walking around the park, talking about anything and nothing at the same time. You could hear the kids laughing and screaming, way too invested in their little snowball fight. It was funny to watch them playing; it seemed like not that long ago that had been you and Steve. It seemed like so long ago, but at the same time you still felt like those kids at heart.

You could see the evidence of the fight all over the walking path, broken and scattered bits of ice all over. You were wearing decent boots so you weren’t too worried about slipping…but it seemed like destiny had a different plan. One foot forward after a moment of not paying attention, and….immediately you felt yourself start to slip. A small yelp of surprise escaped your lips, and Steve tried to catch and keep you from falling, but he too just went down. He did his best to shield you from hitting the cold, hard ground, but it was no use. The two of you were in a heap on the icy ground, hot chocolate spilled all around you. 

“Babe,” Steve’s eyes were wide as he looked you over to make sure you were okay.But when he saw the look on your face, a smile there despite the tumble he relaxed. You brought into a fit of giggles at the tangles of limbs the two of you had become, “are you alright?”

“Yes,” you promised, leaning forward to wipe a smudge of chocolate off his face, “I’m okay. What about you, Stevie?”

“I’m alright,” his big, soft eyes studied, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. You hadn’t realized you were still touching his cheek until you noticed him leaning into your touch. The way he was looking at you made you want to die from the sweetness. Had he always looked at you like that? Fuck. He had. Why was it just now that you were noticing? You pulled your hand back suddenly, almost as if he had shocked you. He chuckled softly and shook his head in amusement, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Umm…” you opened and closed your mouth a few times before deciding fuck it. You leaned in and kissed him, nothing more than a small peck, a saccharine brush of your lips over his. But it felt so right. So utterly perfect. When you pulled back he was beaming at you, brighter than the sun itself, “h-have you always looked at me like that?”

“Yes,” he promised softly and your heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness - and all the love you had for him. He leaned in and kissed you again, his hand gently holding your face, “I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

“I love you, Steve,” your voice was a whisper, almost as if you were afraid to say it out loud.

“I love you,” he whispered back, exchanging soft looks and shy smiles, “I-”

“Stop kissing!” Dustin’s voice cut right through both of you, “it’s gross!”

“Watch it Henderson!” Steve shouted back before turning to you again, “come on, let’s get out of here and somewhere warm.”

“Will there be more hot chocolate?”

“There will be more hot chocolate.”

“And more kisses?”

“All of the kisses.”

[xxladyballadxx]

FFXVI Masterlist

All the works belong to Kaya Scarlett Ballad. No reposting is allowed. Steal my work and I will block your ass💀

Clive Rosfield

Knight In Love (Headcanon)

Always Be With You

Proposal

Love At First Sight

I Really Like You (Pt 2 to Love At First Sight)

Paperplane (Modern Au)

Would You Like To Dance With Me?

It’s Okay.. 

I Remember.. 

The Mission

Confession

Fire Fairy

Taste of You (Smut)

Colliding Memories (Angst)

Farewell (Angst)

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Joshua Rosfield 

Opening Up (Angst)

Open Your Heart

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Cidolfus Telamon

Warm Feelings (Fluff Headcanon)

Night Of The Storm (Fluff Drabble)

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Jill Warrick

My Lady

More Than Friendship 

Soulmates 

Ice and Snow

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Dion Lesage

Marriage 

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Benedikta Harman

Lust Of Desires (NSFW HEADCANON)

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Barnabas Tharmr

His Queen (Headcanon)

Worthless (ANGST) 

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[namelessmoons-corner]

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (✿◡‿◡)

☽ Hey there ! Welcome to my page! ☾

🌑 Call me Moon !

🌒 They/them pronouns (if i catch u misgendering me you'll catch my fists)

🌓 Here's my ao3 : Moon's AO3 dashboard

🌔 My inbox is open, so if you have a request, don't hesitate to send me a message! can't promise to write it if it doesn't inspire at all though :(

🌕 If you have any question about the lore of my fics, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ask, that way i can yap about it and write it down, because right now most of it is in my brain

🌖 I also post about my dnd sessions on this blog, so if you have any question about DMing or The Wild Beyond the Witchlight campaign, don't hesitate!

🌗 Blog navigation: #Moon's Daily Fic Recs #Moon's Wild Beyond the Witchlight Session Notes #Blue Bird Sequence

🌘 The fandoms I (can) write for : Agatha All Along, ATEEZ, Harry Potter, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, A Song of Ice and Fire/GOT/House of the Dragon, Stranger Things, Stray Kids

*★,°*:(Show more if you want to see a master list of all my fics):*.°★*

My fics

Blue Bird Sequence, an AU where ATEEZ are flying pirates :

Blue Bird (main fic) (Wooyoung finds himself in a world so much like his, but different at the same time | Flying pirates ATEEZ, Steampunk/Sci-Fi/Supernatural elements) ☆ 3,2k words - WIP

Spin off - I've been searching for an empty box (San's backstory from Blue Bird | told in chapters of ten 100 words drabbles) ☆ 1k words - WIP

Spin off - The Destroyed Lands (200 years in the past, Seoul is destroyed) ☆ >1k words - One Shot

My HP fic

In Between (a tale told in first, Regulus Black/Mary Macdonald) - One Shot

Attempt at writing a fic a day (I didn't last 5 days)

Change my future (jjk fic | Yuuji's future child appears during the night) - One Shot

Strike a deal with the Devil (bnha fic | one shot following an OC) - One Shot

Baby Duckling (jjk fic | Nanami finds Gojo in his home) - One Shot

A Purple-coloured Stain (bnha fic | A suspicious stain has appeared on the dorms' carpet) - One Shot

[ruinakete]

ZEPHIA ( ZELESTIA ) DAHUT - KUROSAWA. has arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery!

#RUINAKETE ━━━ private roleplay blog for Zephia of Fire Emblem: Engage ( FE17 ); interpreted & loved by Elix ( 8TEEN / any prns ); affiliated with The Officers Academy as a faculty member.

NOTES ON PORTRAYAL.

with Zephia being written after the canon events of Engage, the likelihood of spoilers appearing in their posts is highly possible. of course, I will tag all of the appropriate posts accordingly. the official tag for any spoilers will be # engage spoilers to avoid them.

hired at Garreg Mach Monastery as a professor ( switching between Sword, Reason, and Flying classes ) and a dutiful church attendant, Zelphia arrives in Fódlan to shatter the unity of the Church of Seiros. with every crack of doubt created, she hopes to engrain the teachings of the Fell Dragon into the young minds of her students; to start their conquest over in a new continent.

having been brought back, Zephia has recognized her prior relationship with the Four Hounds as the kind of love she's fought so hard for. however, the effect this will have on her IC will be gradual. her detachment and independence from Lord Sombron as her utmost priority upon realizing that she can successfully create pawns to unconditionally love her is another factor I hope to explore with time. this is not to say that she does not / will not still support Sombron's cause.

also, in the case that it must be stated, Zephia is not a friendly or kind-hearted muse. none of her intentions are, in the slightest, of goodwill. there are plenty of boundaries that she will purposefully cross without apologizing and social standards she will break. Zephia is a bad person that will not be redeemed on this blog. just let it be known that I do not agree or condone her actions or morals.

because of how often she was near / learned of the Emblems and had a hand on them at some point, Zephia will mistake some muses in the monastery for their Emblem alternates. of course, this will be one-sided and not reciprocated.

as Zelestia is Zephia's alternate, I am beyond open to writing her for little AU / split interactions that are not set in the timeline of current Fódlan. depending on certain prompts / ask memes, Zelestia will be substituted instead of Zephia for a more fitting response. this substitution will be less than the amount I write Zephia since her alternate is not the muse I applied for.

NAVIGATION ━━━ RULES; MUSE; STATS; INTERVIEW; THREADS; SUPPORTS PAGE.

TAGS.

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ the cruelty of a mother's greed ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ a bleeding dragonstone; her heart crystal ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . ( all answered asks )

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ in the mouth of his dragon ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 .

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood laughs at ・ 【 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . ( drabbles of the muse )

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the daughter known by her teeth ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . ( headcanons or meta written about the muse )

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ love is pain; pain is punishment ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 】 . ( any quotes from literature that are reblogged )

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ an immortal's memories ・ 【 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 】 . ( posts that are reblogged that were not written by myself but contain an interaction with my muse that i want to save )

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ mun; barely ・ 【 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 .

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .

☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ mission name ・ 【 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 】 .

[roosterbruiser]

☾ ☽ Landslide tidbits

asks, drabbles, non-canon things, etc.

☾ ☽ Bob x Maggie what-if

☾ ☽ Bob and Faye in college

☾ ☽ how the animals react to Olive

☾ ☽ Bob x Faye's platonic relationship + reaction after Maggie's death

☾ ☽ Jake x Maggie if she lived

☾ ☽ Jake x Faye headcanon

☾ ☽ Faye x Bradley's favorite dates

☾ ☽ how old is everyone in Landslide?

☾ ☽ Silver Springs x Landslide crossover?

☾ ☽ fan fic asks 1

☾ ☽ OTP ask 1

☾ ☽ OTP ask 2

☾ ☽ OTP ask 3

☾ ☽ omg did you kill Jake off?!?

☾ ☽ thx for not killing off Jake

☾ ☽ favorite scenes of Landslide 1

☾ ☽ headcanon of Ice meeting Crimson and Clover

☾ ☽ Maverick and Cyclone grandpa rivalry

☾ ☽ the Faye and Cyclone dynamic

☾ ☽ all the Ledger-Bradshaw births

☾ ☽ Ledger-Bradshaw children reveal

☾ ☽ my commentary on chapter nine of Landslide

☾ ☽ my commentary on THE phone call between Faye & Jake

☾ ☽ my commentary on the sex scene between Faye and Bradley before the mission

☾ ☽ my commentary on Jake's pre-wedding confession

☾ ☽ a snipped of the bonfire scene from Bob's perspective

☾ ☽ if Bob and Faye got married (platonically) vs if Bob and Maggie got married (romantically)

☾ ☽ the Mob shippers (that's Maggie x Bob) (sorry in advance for that) and the platonic soulmates that are Faye and Bob

☾ ☽ if Maggie and Faye went on the Uranium Mission

☾ ☽ tropes and AU's I would write in the Rumours Universe

☾ ☽ you were gonna kill Faye??? spoiler alert: yes.

☾ ☽ is Faye protective over Jake when he finds a love interest + does Faye ever talk to Maneater and Jagger?

☾ ☽ Bradley x Faye paint fight

☾ ☽ incorrect quotes pt. 1

☾ ☽ if Faye listened to new music, what would it be?

☾ ☽ record shopping with the Dagger Squad

☾ ☽ if the Dagger Squad all picked one NEW record each to have Faye listen to

☾ ☽ Bob visits Faye in rehab. she comes clean.

[sd-vtm]

Ah..

Why, ..is it so warm..?

..Too warm, it felt like fire was flickering around inside her, pulsing pain through her circuits as V jerked up into a seated position., a blanket dropped over her head as her visor read blank with static flickering across it, as if struggling to even read out a large ⚠︎ caution symbol. The other blindly began to panic and stood up too fast, then collapsed to her knees with a whimper. V clawed at her face, then snaps her hands down onto the bed instead with a choked sob.

“..H…el..p m..e..”

Right. There is nobody to help is there?

Hurts, oh robo-god it hurts!

It felt like her oil tank was being slowly ripped part from the inside, her core races erratically within its casing inside her chest. V held onto her abdomen and began to dry heave few times. V then crumbled onto her side, there was barely any oil left to empty up. Caution and emergency alerts flash all over her HUB screen and blocks out her vision. The femdrone moaned in agony before rolling off her bed before collapsing onto the floor, the blanket around her going with.

She was in bed.. the heat woke her up out of recharge.

What's going on?

V tries to online her optics but their system stalls and the caution window pops up yet again.

Why?!

Her hunting instincts flickered on without her access and the other growled like an animal, the large X written now across her visor where her optics would be. The femdrone withering a little as once smoothed digits suddenly eject some sharp claws, the fabric under her rips and cries as its torn into.

Can’t breathe..

Can’t escape..!

Fuck fuck fuck!

She tried to look at her oil levels but she is denied access yet again, just like her optics; her CPU crashes and gives up on her too. And V finally rips free of the blanket, hissing as her jaw extended open with saliva oozing down sharp teeth. Now unable to control her own limbs, the other begins to scrape and claw the floor as she scrambled away on all fours, desperate to find anything, ANYTHING to rip her hands into. She was starving, and right now nothing else matters but getting her fill.

The femdrones conscious finally fades and Disassembly default settings click over. ..Guess she should have forced herself after all to drink a canister of oil before sleeping. V knew she had been low..

But the taste of that awful motor oil..

With a low growl, the mindless drone now scrambled up to the hay loft with a lash of her tail as it oozed with nanite. The one time Traitor went off to explore for a few days..

She was glad though, deep down that he was.

Cause she was ready to kill anything and anyone.

[writteninscarlet]

Wanda Speaking Her Truth;; Stephen Strange (Dr.) !! @strxngetimes

“Well if it isn’t the DRAMA STUDENT of the heroic world,” she remarked with a grin, leaning back against the desk and watching him. “I think you can be quick to judge a situation and try as you might you still think of your way as the best way to do anything.”

She tilted her head, auburn hair tumbling over shoulders in natural curls. “Which makes you rather arrogant.” A little hum as she thought. “You’re also abrupt and sceptical and truly the definition of reckless.” Wanda was being truthful. Was it hurtful? She wasn’t aiming for that but that was a sorry excuse, because she still said it.

But overall?

A hand reached out for his, the lightest of touches and gentlest of holds. “You’re incredible, Stephen. You’re hard working and determined. The amount of effort you put in puts me to shame. You want to be the best, but it’s not just for you it’s for others as well.”

“Your knowledge and grasp of not just mystical arts but so many other things almost makes me jealous - but not quite. Better, it makes me want to try harder myself to keep up to you and be an equal.” Her smile was bright and warm. It couldn’t brush away the criticism from before, but she was laying it all down for him. “I like you Stephen. You’re intriguing. You’re smart and witty, you’re talented. And a mystery. And I do like mysteries.”

[deadeyemarkxman]

"Ah, there you are." Came Sanctum's soft voice. He had been walking around the dealbated building that his new "boss" had taken to calling their home base after making sure Steel was still alive. He had found the green hedgehog sitting on the edge of the roof as the last light of day was starting to fade. The only acknowledgment Scourge gave was his ear twitching at the sound of Sanctum's approach.

"You alright?" Sanctum asked, now sitting next to Scourge.

"Yeah." Scourge sighed in response, "I just...Ah forget it..."

"No. Tell me."

"I just...Can't help but feel like a failure, y' know?" He refused to make eye contact, knowing the armored hedgehog would say something snarky like 'No, I don't know. I am the ultimate lifeform' or 'Yeah, you are a failure. You fucking suck'. Instead, his words surprised Scourge.

"I know what you mean. But you're not a failure. Not completely anyways...You did almost get us killed today-"

"Thanks asshole."

"Let me finish, fuck." Sanctum said, exasperated. "When I met you, you were an arrogant, cocky bastard and I hated your guts. But you gave me a chance. You bind us all together. You're our boss, and I wouldn't want it any other way."

Surprised, Scourge looked up. There wasn't a single trace of deceit on Sanctum's face. His eyes shone bright, and with honesty. Scourge felt his face burn, "That's gay, dude."

"Fuck this." Sanctum growled and stood up. He continued grumbling as he walked away. Scourge went back to looking at the now dark purple sky and smiled to himself. Letting a sigh out from his nose, he then stood up and went inside the building as well.

[psycadenza]

ITS BRIGHT . there’s too much light, too many blank white walls . it aches . IT HURTS . the sting of BETRAYAL coils his stomach .

GOD, IT HURTS .

it hurts like impossibly big needles being shoved into his skin . ( HE HATES NEEDLES . ) his head is POUNDING . he feels curiosity, endless madness, an OBSESSION .

HE CANT MOVE, HE CAN’T GET OUT . he doesn’t get what’s happening . it’s too much . no one where’s his voice ( as expected . ) he yells LOUDER . it falls on deaf ears .

I WILL MAKE YOU BETTER .

[lunarspeared]

ic tags.

☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; starter: open. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; starter: closed. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; about. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; misc. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; hc / study. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; drabble. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; answered. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; dash com. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; dash games. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; imagery. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; in character. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; CRACK. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; memes. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; musings. ☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; worldbuilding.

[theaterism]

“i reckon pots are designed to make your arm shake when you fill them with water. it’s strategic, yeah? otherwise i’d be too powerful.”