#A very vague prompt idea tho

[cerealmonster15]

been thinkin about what I could write for twst fic again… opened my notes app cuz I gotta go thru it before I swap phones… some unwritten fic plans are in there 👀

[reading-stains]

Land of Spirits - Case Files

Welp, I don't think they're even poetry prompts anymore (which is what I'd meant them to be), they're more like prompted conceptual writing that is sometimes poetry, sometimes short stories, and sometimes a "creative experience" of sorts.

So anyway, I'm sending it late because I needed to format it, but this is my entry for @nosebleedclub's prompt 12, "Land of spirits" and it's clear I didn't get creative with my own titling.

Hope whoever reads this enjoys!

PREMISE: You're given a set of files on data from veterans that have gone through the Land of Spirits. You hope to learn a little from what you're going to face. Oh, and there's some strange notes from a 'seer' at the bottom, but you don't really get what they mean.

So anyway, there you have it. Hope you stick to the non-combatant ones for today, they seem pretty nice.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Tora gets hit w the time travel beam *gestures vaguely towards the "team ro time travel to warring states era but make it Tora AU team ro" post*

And gets mistaken for a bastard senju kid and missing brother of Tobirama bc of the resemblance. But also using the same logic I used w Itachi of the "the only people allowed to draw the connection are people who personally knew Tobirama when he was Tora's age (which, if sticking to the original team ro prompt, would be like 12) so only like. The founders + Touka get to make that conclusion

Him 🤝 Tenzo -> getting mistaken for a Senju and getting lots of hugs from Hashirama that make them Feel Things (TM)

People are telling Tora he's probably a bastard kid and he's making deliberate eye contact w that one time he tried to break into the senju compound and was kicked out bc the gates keyed into senju blood specifically. He's pretty sure he's not a senju guys. Trust him. Really.

Mmmm ok but actually taking it seriously, how would Tora affect the team ro dynamics in that specific adventure? In my original post I went really in depth on what each character thinks of their situation + the founders, so would that change at all?

On top of that, since it's a few month before the Uchiha coup, it's also peak Itachi-Tora-Shisui chaos hours as they plot to stop it

I think it's mostly the same, tho maybe Tora's general affect on Itachi means he isn't quite so much in the "Hey what if we just kill Madara. What then." boat

But also I can see the opposite, with maybe Itachi instead getting Tora on the "Hey what if we kill Madara in his sleep" boat

Shisui can sense the "Tora and Itachi are doing something alarming" button being slammed in the room over and investigates

Oh my god worst possible outcome: they get Shisui on board too. I can see it tbh, they were looking for ways to avoid the coup and the possible village retaliation and like hey !!! Opportunity they sure as fuck won't be getting anywhere else!!!

Plus like, play into the "Itachi rarley offers his own opinion bc he trusts Tora and Shisui to be in charge, but when he does offer it he's listened to"

Well he sure did offer his opinion!! And he sure is being listened to!!!

They actually all just feed into eachothers stress and decide that yes. To avoid the Uchiha coup and or possible village retaliation (they dont know the massacre is on the board yet but suspect smthn similarly bad), this is the best choice to make.

It turns into Kakashi having to talk them all down (whether he does so in time or not is debatable)

They get stopped, obviously, (tho actually commiting to killing off Madara like that would be very funny) and Madara assumes it was Tora's idea bc hes a clear leading figure in the trio and the other two are Uchiha. Tora is willing to take the fall for his friend, but Itachi is not

Itachi has a whole breakdown and bursts into awful messy tears for the first time since his father took him out to a battlefield as a child.

It's a whole thing and everyone is horrified (Tora and Shisui especially but even Madara + whoever else was there are cringing awkwardly at the sight of a previously blank faced little kid just. Loosing it.)

Itachi confesses to it being his idea and, at this point we're past the time travel reveal, explains he just needs to make sure Madara doesn't freak the fuck out and inevitable fuck over the entire Uchiha clan w a shitty reputation that haunts him for years to come

Madara is horrified what the fuck

Also INCREDIBLY demoralized ab the village now, what do you MEAN he fucking left it what do you MEAN originally Izuna died (they were keeping them in the dark ab everything future-wise other than just the fact that the village existed but this kind of forced the lid off that pot)

Also note: Kakashi !! Was !! Not !! Aware of this !!! Holy shit kids !!!!!!

They end up having a whole Thing(tm) about how look even if Madara one of the causes of their shit reputation,,, it can't all be traced back to and blamed on one man. That's not how politics work you guys.

(Queue shocked Pikachu faces and disbelief of three teenagers)

Kakashi, having his own special front row seats to the Konoha politics and rumor mill + yondaime's student + experience with facing the worst of it bc of his dad, giving them some sort of speech about scapegoats and politics and the soul crushing realities of systematic oppression and blame

It's a learning experience.

[emelinstriker]

Nezha ♡ A Special Stranger

Just a short one-shot of how you met Nezha. c:

Also, Honkai: Star Rail came out and now I'm stuck at TL41 with SU World 6 done and am still stuck on FH 11 cuz I only can make one team side work well. Got basically no other content besides that anymore and speedran 3 other accs to TB15 in under 3 hours each out of boredom. I'm a proud E1 Gepard main tho. :D

♡ Part 1 | ♡ Part 2 | ♡ Part 3

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

You actually met your boyfriend on accident. The Monkey King apparently stole a very important item from the Celestial Realm, and said item was being guarded by Nezha. He never told you about what exactly went down, just that he was basically hunting him down for a while over some set of rings.

Either way, he ended up at Lantern City and knew Sun Wukong would be there. But he didn't want to garner attention or cause a scene with all the mortals around, so he slipped into the crowd with a cloak, waiting for an opportunity to confront the Monkey King... Honestly roaming the streets of the city was a little unnerving considering most of the merch they had was related to Sun Wukong in some way...

But then he bumped into you. Or rather, the side of your backpack. You were enjoying your time as tourist and weren't alarmed at his cloaked look. You were able to still see his handsome face after all. "Sorry...", he said before slowly trying to walk away again. However, something told you to strike up a conversation with him, so you did.

"H- Hey! Wait up!" Nezha stopped in his tracks as he turned back around to face you. "Are you a local? Do you know about any sights here other than the giant lantern?"

And that's when you both got caught up in a conversation. Oddly enough, the people around you were loud, yet Nezha had no problem ignoring the sounds to solely focus on you. He didn't seem interested in talking to you at first, mainly due to him being on a mission. But then you brought up the topic of how you were a fan of stories about the Celestial Realm. The way you got excited about this topic piqued his interest... You could tell based on how he suddenly started talking a lot more. You did find it interesting how he knew about even more stories than you though. He even added in more details to moments you only vaguely knew of.

Apparently his talk with you was so fun and distracting that he didn't even notice Sun Wukong suddenly being on stage: Until the pig holding the mic started singing so loud you had to cover your ears. It wasn't exactly the volume itself that got to you, it was mainly just the sudden volume change without warning that hurt. People closer to the stage even seemed to have been blown away by his voice... literally. Nezha took notice of your discomfort and looked over at the stage, now taking notice of the nervously smiling Monkey King. He glared in his direction before making his decision.

The Lotus Prince put one hand on your back and started to lightly push you away from the stage and away from the crowd. "C'mon", he mouthed over the singer's voice as he lead you to a more quiet area. You were still able to hear the stage rather clearly, but your ears were no longer in pain. He made sure you were okay first before telling you that it was getting late and he slowly needed to go. You asked him if you'd see him again, and he couldn't stop himself from smirking.

"As much as I'd love to see you again, I don't think my job allows me to have the time to look for you..." You tilted your head in confusion, prompting him to continue. His mouth formed a straight line. "...Let's just say I'm a guard."

You let out a quiet 'Oh, okay' before your disappointed gaze avoided eye contact. Nezha sighed, placing one hand behind his neck. "Look, you're nice to talk to, but we're both tourists here and would have to part ways anyway. I'm just your average stranger, after all."

Now, that just gave you a funny idea.

You took off your backpack, placing it in on the ground between the two of you before pulling out a cap that was white on the front half and red everywhere else. Afterwards you pulled out one of your pens and started to write on the front. Then you handed the cap to the cloaked Lotus Prince. "Here you go!"

He looked at you in confusion after reading out the words you wrote on it. "(Y/N)'s Special Stranger...?"

"We may have to part ways, but that doesn't mean I can't give you some sort of souvenir... If you think this is kinda funny too, that is. You can just get rid of the cap if you don't want it... I haven't been able to use it much anyway", you commented. However, instead of throwing it away or handing it back to you, the stranger let out a chuckle in amusement.

"Well, it certainly is funny. Thank you, (Y/N). I'll keep it, don't worry", he said as he gave you a small smile. But it was enough to make the rest of your day all the better. However, you decided to ask one last thing with a grin...

"Before you go, what's your name, dear special stranger of mine?"

He rolled his eyes with an amused smile before answering with a name that surprised you, as it seemed very familiar.

"Nezha."

...

"So that's why you're wearing this thing", the Monkey King connected the dots in his mind as he looked at the words written on the Lotus Prince's newfound cap.

He sadly wasn't able to wear it during the time the entire Lady Bone Demon crisis happened, but now he finally got to wear it in peace... for the most part. Because Sun Wukong came to visit him and immediately had to tease him over the obvious claim written on his friend's new hat by a mortal.

The simian gave him yet another smug grin. "Are you going to try see them again? Your lovely stranger~?"

Nezha felt his cheeks heat up as one of his hands moved to lower his cap in the front a bit, seemingly trying to hide his face... and failing. "I already told them I can't. The Samadhi Fire's map may have probably been the most important item I was supposed to guard, but there are still other items I was tasked to watch over."

Wukong's expression then quickly turned into an unamused one. "Seriously? You're not even trying to look for them on the side for like five minutes a day?"

"How would I be able to find them within five minutes? I don't even know where they're from!"

"Fine then! I'll find them for you-" The Monkey King exclaimed before suddenly grabbing Nezha's cap, ripping it off his head before placing it on his own, smiling brightly with his thumbs up. "Take my help as a little gift for your love life. See you in a bit, Nezha!"

The simian then quickly summoned his cloud before zooming off into the skies, leaving a completely red-faced Lotus Prince behind. Whether the red colors came from pure rage or pure embarrassment was hard to tell. It seemed to be more of a mixed case. He cursed under his breath before using his own abilities to go after the monkey.

"SUN WUKONG!!"

> Masterlist <

[sakasakiii]

Hi!

I love your work!! Your art is very pretty. Do you have a specific idea of how old everyone is ? Do you lean more towards canon or do you have your own dates in mind ? If don’t wanna a answer it’s ok!

Hope u have a nice day

(Remember to drink water!)

hiiii nonnie!!! thank you for checking in, and im happy u like the stuff i put out!! when it comes to ages, it's difficult to answer sometimes bc of the way professor tolkien's timeline is-- it makes gauging one singular place where most of the cast can be compared something that makes my tired brain go 😵🤧🤕 but i love the prompt youve given! and thus heres my attempt at it

with most of my tolkien stuff, i always try to stick to canon wherever possible emphasis is on try lmao and the topic of ages is one such place. i do make exceptions to the Professor's canon sometimes for a few reasons: 1) i like some of the scrapped ideas in his drafts, or 2) i just prefer other options. with ages, i think the only charas with canon-established ages i deviated from are fingolfin, finrod, turgon, and aredhel. i try to keep cases like these minimal tho, so i hope it doesn't bother anyone too much... 👉👈

anyways i figured just dropping a list of numbers would be kinda boring to look at so heres an illustrated guide to what the ~rough~ ages of the finweans are in my head whenever i write or draw. Y.T. 1495 (the year Finwe dies) is the controlled medium ive used to enable a fair comparison of the Finweans

note: "born Y.T. xxx" means this is the canon date of birth listed on Tolkien Gateway. "est. born [xxx]" means this is a noncanon estimate:

the First Age gets a lot more muddled from there due to the hullaballoo of everything going on, so ill only be including the doriathrim and a few other denizens of nargothrond:

it's mostly the older elves that are more undefined/vague with their ages (i.o.w. others like elwing, earendil, the peredhil twins, and most Men all have set dates of birth), so they're all i'll be doing for now. but it's that vagueness which makes hcing all the more enjoyable, isn't it! plus since we’re on this subject, under the cut are just a few headcanons and musings ive had that i wanted to put somewhere 😙

Finarfin and Earwen were born within months of each other! Finwe and Olwe made a Really Big Deal out of when they found out their wives were pregnant at the same time. As a result, the two were often sent on many playdates with each other to “bolster healthy relations” between the Noldor and the Teleri. It wasn’t an arranged marriage situation, but I like to think they were goofy for each other from the start… Resulting in the two eventually getting married as soon as they came of age, the fastest out of all of Finwe’s kids to do so. 

The reason the Ambarussa are significantly younger than the other Finweans (especially the Feanorians-- there’s a 100 Valian year gap between them and Curufin alone!) is because I imagine they were accidental babies that even Feanor didn’t expect to conceive. too bad morgoth said "its morgin time!" and started Messing Things Up shortly afterwards.....

Anaire was Lalwen's good friend long before she married Fingolfin; they met through Lalwen who wingmanned Fingolfin the whole time. i like think Anaire'd be the best out of all the wives at keeping good, healthy bonds with all the women of her family :DD

luthien's potential 姐姐/big sis dynamic with all the younger doriathrim elves is something i daydream about a lot 😌 but sometimes the fact that she's older than finarfin keeps me up at night

this has been really fun, so thanks again for asking-- annnd yessir, i am chugging water as i write this so you better be doing the same ❤️ have a great start to your week!

[phantomposting]

Another sleepy soup brain rant about possible au prompts I hope you guys enjoy and sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar errors.

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I think you guys can tell my favorite thing is twin aus. I absolutely live for the found family trope and I love a good reuniting story. Usually these aus are written with Danny and Damian being close as kids and when they reunite it highlights just how inseparable they were, but what if that wasn't rey the case?

Growing up in the league is super competitive and it's kill or be killed. Look at when Damian tried to kill Tim it wasn't a he hated him thing it was more of a "I have to prove myself" thing. They were raised in a way where only the strongest get positive reinforcement.

So it stands to reason these twins constantly has to fight against eachother for Ra's praise and eventually that leads to an all out fight for the right to be the League's heir.

Needless to say Damian and Danyal saw eachother as nothing but obstacles to overcome. They would constantly belittle eachother in an attempt to lower the other's moral and get into fights. The day the duel for heirship happened they were both prepared to take the other's life. It just so happened Damian was the stronger twin and came out on top. He had no regrets and shed no tears for Danyal. He was simply too weak for the league. Damian had always known that fact.

So clockwork interjects since Phantom plays a very important role in keeping the timeline on it's optimal path. He uses the pits to revive Danny and drops him off in Illinois to be adopted by the Fenton's.

With hazy memories and a competitive instincts he at first gets in a lot of fights with Jazz and feels he has to prove himself in order to gain his parents love. He's slow but surely proven wrong tho and unlearns what the league had ingrained in him. Eventually he grows up to be the kind and caring kid we know and love.

Damian gains the same progress he does cannonically. He has a cold exterior but a soft interior. He is warm and kind even with the demon reputation. As he grows and gets in a healthier headspace/environment he grows to regret how he had treated Danyal though he would never tell a soul or admit it he regrets having his twins blood on his hands.

Danny from what he can remember hates how mean he was to his twin and wishes he had a chance to rekindle their relationship and be kinder to him.

Eventually Danny becomes Phantom and that wish gets granted when he's on the run from his parents. He ends up in Gotham and gets into trouble which eventually leads to Damian running into him as Robin.

Damian immediately assumes this is another plan the league has to kill him or his family so he attacks Danny and demands to know if the league sent him. He knows Danyal is very cut throat and cold after all he's not risking it with his evil twin/possible clone of his twin.

Needless to say he's speechless when the terrified Danyal apologizes profusely and has no idea what the heck he's talking about. This kid acts nothing like his brother. Did he make a mistake? Nope this kid admits he vaguely remembers the league and him but has no connection to them now.

He keeps his guard up but everything about this Danyal is throwing him for a loop. The only mean words he says about him are done in a light hearted sarcastic way. He apologizes for how mean he was as a kid. He's meek and anxious absolutely the opposite of the bold and confident Danyal he had known. 

Bruce is insanely surprised to find out he has another son that's supposed to be dead but surprisingly isn't. He opens his home to Danny tho cautiously but still kindly and warmly. It's insanely surprisingly to the family that this kid is a polar opposite of Damian.

Damian is cold towards Danny at first and it takes awhile for him to warm up even then he says some pretty cruel things out of habit. Danny is pretty forgiving and feels he deserves it for how awful he was so he rolls with the punches.

Due to the distrust between the twins it takes a lot of time for Danny to finally open up about being half ghost and running from his previous parents whom want to experiment on him and dissect him molecule by molecule. Damian is the first to learn this after making some big strides in treating Danyal kinder and learning to trust him.

Eventually we get to a level where they are protective of eachother and are very close but it takes a hot minute and the path to this point is very rocky.

[fanaticsnail]

Hello Snail! I adore your Writing so much and inhope you Take time to refill your cup 🥺 and i am very Happy that you have opened comissions, you deserve that your writing is amazing, don't get me wrong. 🙏🏻

I am a little confused about your requests tho. Because sometimes someone just asks you with vague Idea or a scenario and you write a full fic about it...does that count as a requests too? Or when someone asks for another character for a series Like "dreaming of you" for example. Can we No longer do that? Would that be disrespectful now?

And what about the requests you have accumulated at this point, like the "Kissing booth" series for exammple? Will that nonlonger be continued? 🥺

I Just wanna know how to interact with you from now on in regards to these Things

Hi Anon! Thank you for your beautiful ask, and I appreciate you so much for wanting further clarification on my commissions. I found as I was writing my response, that I waffled and went on for far too long in phrasing all of it.

To make a long story short, absolutely go on as we always have together here:

When my requests are open, send me requests of scenarios you'd love to see come to light.

When I'm completing a broad series, absolutely send in your preferences on which way you'd love to see me leading it.

That's how it's always been, and as it always should be here. I have a very deep love for this community, and I adore the interaction we all have together. Nothing has changed in that regard.

For commissions: it's specifically for that person, not for here unless they would like it displayed on my blog. Attached via email, docs, or discord: my words curated for the person purchasing it - and only them.

Again, nothing has changed. Content will be produced as it has been, and will continue to do so for free, as it always was. I don't see myself stopping any time soon with my words, and I hope you stay along for the ride.

There is more I feel I have to say, and it's listed below the cut just in case. Again, I love you all here, and nothing has changed.

Firstly: allow me to specify, and thank you so much for your ask, my absolute darling. My answer is lengthy, but please bear with me.

Requests are currently closed: I have a few in my arsenal that I am still plowing through at the pace that I can when the words come to me. The Kissing Booth is closed, and there are a few in my inbox that I am going to complete when the scene arrives in my mind. I also have chaptered series that I'll be running alongside these, and I can't wait to release them.

If there's a series that you would like to see for a character that I've not yet written for (pollen, dreaming of you, dance series, Hey Doc scenario) always, always submit an idea. I love hearing your thoughts and letting the words take me on a ride with them. I write for me, and those interactions mean the absolute world to me.

I had my requests open for a while to allow my creativity to fly, and promptly close them after receiving a fair few prompts. Again, the kissing booth is closed, and I have so many beautiful characters I can't wait to write kisses for (Tashigi, Nami, Robin my beloveds). There was an issue with my asks glitching for a while, but I have managed to save all those I received in a doc to not lose them this time around.

I feel like I should clarify a little bit regarding commissions, and I really should've added it to the sheet when I made it. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to talk more about this, I really appreciate it.

With limited slots available at a time, commissions will be happening. What that means is I will do my best to meet the criteria of a specific scenario: original character x Canon, or canon x reader or otherwise - exclusively for the person that requests it within the parameters specified.

It's more personalised and more controlled by the person requesting, rather than giving me an idea and watching me sprint beyond the horizon. It's also more intimate: gifted directly to the person asking for a slot, as opposed to sharing to those within this beautiful community that I love so much here. It will be unpublished here or AO3, unless the person commissioning would like to see it showcased on my blog.

Again, I will also be writing for the community here with the content that I always have been. There are so many unfinished works that I would love to wrap up with a big bow before the year has finished.

I'll add again: I will still be making content for free here with my own thoughts and completing prior requests, and I have no intention of stopping any time soon.

To sum up:

If you like my writing, and would like to see specifically curated material personally for you and your own use, I have a few slots available to deliver that material for those who request it. If you've read my material and want to see what it would look like with a specific character, an original character, or 'x reader' in your Gmail, docs, or Discord, this is an opportunity to see it come to fruition.

The words I produce for my commissions are for the person purchasing it, and if they'd like me to share it here, I would absolutely do so.

Again: I will still be writing my usual content here alongside commissions.

To use a specific example of my own preference:

I love Heat (Kid Pirate) as a character, and would love to see more Heat content put out there.

If I've found a person who writes for Heat, and I love the way they write him in all the fics they've described him in, and I would love to see them write for a specific reader exclusively for me (afab, amab, original character with their name intact, or otherwise specified). If they had an option to do this, I would absolutely want it from them because I love their content so much.

Similarly to an artist producing visual media, and using the above as the same example:

"But Snail... Why are you opening commissions now when you've always written for free?"

I would interact similarly to this:

"This artist is amazing, and the way they draw Heat is awesome and exactly how I picture him. I'd love to see him in a pose of my own choosing as opposed to how they normally draw him: breathing fire, with a man, with a woman, with a mink-kind, with a fishfolk, without Wire, in a Heart Pirate Boiler Suit - I just think he's neat, and I would love an art piece specifically for me that nobody else has access to but me and the person who created it."

Anon, I'm not having a go at you and I love you for wanting to clarify this with me. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to give an explanation. I appreciate you all the more for it.

I am opening commissions for the same reason I want to commission other artists and writers: I would like to purchase their creativity and enjoy it myself.

If I was to use the earlier example in this response regarding Heat, I would love to see more 'Heat x Tobiuo' content. Tobiuo is my original character, and Heat is her person. Them together is my favourite, and I would love to see another artist's visual media, or written content with their take on them. I am happy to read Heat x reader, or other Heat x OC writing - but I would really like to see my own original character - that's what commissions are for.

Tldr: commissions are curated specifically for the person requesting them, a little creation for them and them alone unless otherwise specified to publish on Tumblr of AO3.

I will not be halting my original content, or abandoning any of my requests I accumulated before closing them. I plan to complete them as they were asked in a timely manner that suits me, alongside commissioned work given specifically to the person requesting it.

I'm still writing for free in a non-exclusive way: hearing asks, listening to words, and going wherever the wind takes me. Commissions are exclusively for the person requesting them, and a way for me to make money so I can pay for commissions of my own from other creators.

I will still be writing my usual content here, and please absolutely don't stop interacting as we always have been.

Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to ramble on about this, I really appreciate the time you've given me to express further clarity. If you've read this far, thank you for your time.

Regular content will be still running here, and I love all of our interactions we have in this space we've created together. Again, thank you anon. 🖤🐌

[versegm]

Your daily reminder that if you ever find yourself thinking "man I wish there was more content about (blorbo/ship/concept)" you can just. Do that. You can just open a word doc or pick up a pen and start drawing. If it's your first time yeah it'll suck but a blorbo is a really good motivation to improve I find. You don't even need to be super fancy you can fire off a headcanon or a stick figure or a vague idea in the main time if you want if you're loud enough other people will start talking about it too.

If you don't wanna do all of that tho there's always the option of paying someone to do it. There are a bunch of folks with open commissions who would be delighted to draw your bitches for money. Fic comms are less common but if you've got a fave writer it can be worth shooting them a message to see if they'd be down to write something just for you.

If someone is already making shit you like about your blorbo, sending them compliments could very well lead to them creating more for free! Encouragements are nice like that. Y'know propping a comment on a fic reblogging someone's art sending them nice messages.

There's also the option for fandom events! Gift exchanges! Prompt memes! Plenty of opportunities to get people to like the same things you do!

Be the change you want to see in the world, basically!

[tiredrobin]

referring to my last post im too lazy to like. explain the premise in detail so the basic idea is danny and damian twins thing, danielle/dani clone is the same age as danny, she has his memories but not all of them and jumbled and fragmented and messy and it fucks with her a lot. and danny also. now theyre triplets in the way where damian has obviously no memories of dani but she remembers him and its SO MESSY and emotionally difficult for all of them because dani is 100% danny's sister but not damian's. heres a non-specific ficlet thing i tamped out because this au is stuck in my fucking head but i dont know enough to write it because i dont care abt dc stuff. thanks for understanding

also. theyre literally all transgender. because i said so. this is a legal requirement for this au. vlad switched the chromosomes to make a more stable clone but dani was like "...no, im a girl actually". danny and dani joke about switching bodies all the time. damian and danny didn't know they were trans until after they separated, damian still doesnt know danny is because he thinks danny is dead, danny does know Now because damians a wayne and is in the news and danny recognized him evn tho no one but damian's family knows hes transmasc. also danny is transmasc in the agender kind of way. nothing can fucking stop me

vague context: sometimes dani quizzes danny on his/sorta-their past, bcuz her memories are so weird and jumbled and it helps to hear the truth evn when she cant actually remember it.

cw: brief mention of an adult being creepy towards children

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"Okay," Dani says, and Danny pretends he isn't fervently praying she'll shut up.

"Okay," he echoes after a long moment, prompting. Somehow, the wariness doesn't leak into his voice.

"Third coach tried to kill us—you," she says.

'Third coach' means Danny and Damian's third trainer. Dani uses words pretty strangely, sometimes. Her language has a habit of slipping into something more rudimentary, simplified, like she's a toddler.

She's a year and seven months old. Her grasp on language is, in Danny's personal opinion, remarkable.

"That happened, yes," Danny says when he realizes he'd been quiet too long. He's starting to drag. These conversations are exhausting in a way he can never articulate, not even to Dani, but there'd be no reason to because he knows she gets it. From the way she's listing to her side in the air, the imbalance fucking with her physics enough that she's starting to drift very subtly to the left, she's worn thin.

"… Why?" she asks after a long pause. "He seemed nice."

Danny focuses in on the thrum of her core. It's in near-perfect resonance with his own, which used to be so deeply disturbing it made his skin crawl but now feels soothing. It's a balm on his frayed nerves during the bad days; a reminder that, though he's lost one sibling, he has another.

"He wasn't," Danny murmurs. Third trainer smiled a lot—that might be what Dani is remembering—but he had wandering hands and a creepy way of looking at him and Damian. He taught them about pinching nerves. His fingers always lingered.

"Oh," says Dani. She rights her tilt, though she's still drifting. Danny's brain does a weird thing, a math sort of thing, that calculates the angle of her drift, the current speed, the projected acceleration. If she keeps going, she'll bump into the wall in three minutes, twenty-seven seconds.

(His brain does weird things like that, sometimes. Frostbite says it's a result of ectoplasm mixing with living neural pathways. The ectoplasm appears to be acting as a stimulant of sorts, or maybe a steroid. A stimulant-steroid. (…Stimuloid?) He hadn't been able to follow the explanation very well at the time, due to the fact that his brain was doing the opposite of what it's doing now. Sometimes he thinks so fast it feels like his thoughts are teleporting; sometimes his head is so foggy he can barely process what's right in front of him. It's super great. Super.)

"… Oh," Dani says again, softer. Then, in an abrupt subject change, "Did you really almost push Tucker off some stairs?"

"You" this time. The way she selects it—"us", "me", "you"—it says a lot about how the memory feels to her. She'd been raised an assassin; she barely knows Tucker, Danny's oldest friend. She hardly recognizes dad; she wants to cling to Sam. Sometimes it's him, sometimes it's her, sometimes it's a weird third thing. Or something. She'd phrased it in a way that made him laugh and forget most of it, when he'd asked, and now he regrets that.

"I did, yeah," he huffs a laugh. "He stole—"

"Our truck!" Our. "Yeah, okay, I remember that."

"It wasn't a truck."

"No? It—ohhh, it was the, um. The model train. The one you built! That Tucker's dad gave you."

He nods. "Yeah. I was worried he'd break it."

"And pushing him down the stairs wouldn't?"

"Assassin training."

"Sure."

One of her eyes is a little crinkled. She might be getting a headache, because that's the face Danny makes when he's getting a headache. (It's the face Damian made when he got one, too.) (Stop comparing them.) "You should get some rest," Danny tries.

"I'll get nightmares."

Her nightmares are weird. She's talked about them enough for Danny to feel familiar with them, even though his are nothing like her's. She'd tried sharing one with him, once, and it'd hurt his head for days after.

"I'm gonna get nightmares too, now," he points out. She winces. Danny realizes too late that might have sounded more accusatory than intended. He wanted her to stop asking questions, yeah, but not at the cost of herself. He's the reason she exists now; he's the reason why her head is so stuffed full of things that don't make sense, memories and daydreams and terrors both real and imagined haunting every step she takes. Even if he isn't the one that made her, hadn't ever wanted her—even if that, she's his responsibility.

"It goes both ways, idiot," she says.

She's not reading his mind, but. It's like she is. She can feel his core like it's his thoughts, and that's near enough. "I'm the older brother," he says, intentionally putting something a little haughty in his voice, a tone he hasn't carried since he was, like, eight or something. The effect is ruined a bit as he lays down, angled so he can still watch her drift towards the wall. "You're my responsibility. That's how it goes."

She rolls her eyes. "What if I wanna be the older brother?"

"Can't. You're the youngest, out of the three of us."

Dani sort of… pauses.

Danny does, too. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. Damian is… "gone" isn't the right word, because he's not dead. Not like Danny thought he was for a… for a while. But he's off limits in a way Danny can't access. He hasn't referred to Damian as his brother since the first time Dani started asking questions, and she'd been careful to avoid doing so herself. Which would seem considerate, if Danny didn't know she avoided it because the whole thing just feels too big and too messy to look at in the eyes.

And here Danny's gone, shoving his foot in his mouth. The three of us. There isn't three; Damian has to think Danny's dead. Has to have mourned him. If Damian knew…

It's so scary to think about.

And—there's Dani, now. Not a replacement—nothing could replace Damian—but Damian would feel that she is. Probably.

"What a mess," Dani says.

Had she thought the same things? Maybe. No way to tell without asking, and Danny's too tired to ask. "Yeah."

She touches down onto the ground. On silent feet, she checks the locks on Danny's door, and then she pads over to the bed and nudges him until he gives her enough space to lay down next to him. She's not going to sleep here, and Danny won't be able to sleep with her there (it reminds them both of sharing a bed with Damian), but she likes to do this sometimes and Danny likes it when she does.

Neither of them say anything else. Danny won't be able to fall asleep, but he manages to start a very light doze. Dani's core thrums contentment and his echoes it. She's saying I love you I love you I love you and he's singing it back, and when her pinkie hooks into his—like Damian, like Damian, stop comparing them but it's so much like Damian—Danny curls his to lock it in place.

"I might to spy on him," she murmurs after an unknown amount of time.

Danny cracks open an eye. "You won't."

"I want to," she amends, "But… I won't." I'm scared, she doesn't say, but Danny can hear it anyway.

"The tabloids do it enough for us," Danny points out.

She snorts. "Yeah, sure. 'Damian Wayne: Vegetarian or secret animal killer?' Definitely a good accurate way to get information."

Danny smiles and lets his eyes slip shut again. "He was like that even when we were little." Didn't like eating meat, eating animals.

"I remember."

He sighs. His core sings I love you. Dani's pinkie slips from his. There's a sweep of cold, like a blanket being pulled over him, and then she's gone. He might see her in a week; he might not see her for months.

Danny drifts to sleep.

[codename-adler]

I LOVE BABY GIRL, GOOD LUCK. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO WRITE IT SOON. WE'RE IN RENISON DROUGHT!!

but per your Kevin suggestions..... u choose! both Start of Time and The Language of Boys sound awesome!

so sorries for the late late response! as an apology, why don't i answer both? (who am i kidding, this is totally a treat for me. i need to yappa yappa yap away to procrastinate finishing my fic for daylight savings...)

Adler's WiPs ~ Project: Start of Time

Literally: Andrew bathing Kevin. a bath AU. that's all.

this was supposed to be my 2nd fic for the Daylight Savings Fic Fest, a self-prompt, but alas my claimed prompt took way more time and brain juices than anticipated, so i had to cancel it for the time being. the idea is very much still alive tho!

i went through frankly impressive mental gymnastics to figure out a credible (to me) way to put these bad boys in that specific situation.

the summary i gave @dayurno (and subsequently forgot):

Andrew gives Kevin a bath. It's like the reverse put-it-in-rice-if-it's-broken. Andrew says 'dunk it in water to make it better' and you know what? it works. All kidding aside, something traumatic happens to Kevin that makes him dissociate, and Andrew takes it upon himself to take care of him while he makes his way back to reality. might turn NSFW, we'll see.

the vibe it brings to the function:

non-sexual intimacy, body worship, non-sexual aftercare

angst, hurt/comfort, PTSD

getting together / non-established relationship (Kandrew)

baptism imagery? rebirth imagery?

a very Carrie moment

a very Vesper Lynd/James Bond in Casino Royale moment

touch-starved Kevin Day

vulnerable Kevin Day

soft Andrew Minyard

soft Kandrew

Andreil/Kandreil left unsaid & up to interpretation; only Kandrew centric

post-canon

Andrew Minyard Saves the Day

starring special guest Jean Moreau

song: Start of Time by Gabrielle Aplin

in more details: because of the way the Championships finale ended, and because Kevin and the Foxes can never get a goddamn break, the victory ceremony is held weeks later, and Riko's funeral is scheduled the day right after. When Kevin and Jean are forced to go, they get attacked by angry Ravens fan after they bury the casket. While Jean manages to get Kevin safely back to the hotel, he cannot get him safely out of his troubled mind. That's Andrew's job. Hopefully some good will come of this.

lord knows how long i've obsessed over the idea of Andrew bathing Kevin. i truly do not know why.

Adler's WiPs ~ Project: The Language of Boys

pairing(s): Kandreil getting together, Kandrew centric, established Andreil

vague summary: While in the Pros, Andrew is injured during a game. Because all three men are on different teams, nobody is there for him when it happens; however, Kevin is closest to where the match is happening, so he is the one designated to keep vigil at Andrew's hospital bedside. Feelings ensue and are revealed, until Neil arrives at last and things are well again, times three.

key scene: Kevin being the one Andrew wakes up to and loving it

featuring: Andrew & Allison 'friendship' - the most important phone calls - body language and the importance of even the smallest gestures - vulnerable Andrew & protective Kevin - lots and lots of staring - there was only one (hospital) bed - worship and reverence

inspo: The Language of Girls by Ramin Djawadi, from the HotD soundtrack

consider these 2 the mirror of each other, i guess! i just really, really need soft and vulnerable Kandrew in my life.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Day 4- Oblivious 101

Pair: Malleus x Idia x Azul

Prompt: different cultures

Notes: :0c OMG no au day

Warnings: :0c none as well?!

Idia guessed that some people have different behaviors towards others. He, as well, makes part out of this category.

But when Azul suddenly put on the board game table dead fish, Idia didn't know how to even react. Malleus, who was there because he got bored at his own club, also seemed taken aback by the apparition of the said dead animals. There were 2 very big fishes, definitely strangled, with their eyes bubbling up and their mouths wide open.

"I caught them myself right before our club meeting!" the latter puffed proudly. "Uhhh... Greeeeaaat..." Idia awkwardly trailed. "Very impressive." Malleus mused, examining the fish from top to bottom. "You like it?" Azul definitely was way too excited than his usual business persona allowed. Idia felt bad to ruin his mood so he only nodded. "Indeed... I appreciate this heartfelt gift..." Malleus hummed with a small smile, definitely more content about the dead fish than Idia was.

Still, the 2 kept the dead fish. Idia even fried it in order to eat. It was a good fish, even if the texture wasn't all that desirable.

Another instance of this odd behavior, was during joint classes. Sometimes, in order to make more time of his day, Vargas would put remedials students along with another 2 classes.

And Azul was usually in the remedials.

That's when Idia started to notice that Malleus wanted to seek attention. Usually he was very quiet, very down to the point, but now? Now he purposely showed off all the cool tricks he knew of, making sure that Idia and Azul would look and bask in his greatness, just like other students.

"Is he... Mocking me?!" Azul puffed as Idia grumbled, sitting down on the grass. "dunno... Glad PE turned into 'looking at Mr Malleus flexing'." Idia breathed.

Still, the odd behaviour only got worse when Malleus seemed to be expecting another reaction from the 2. He didn't forsee that maybe openly mocking more than half of the student body in their flying skills won't result in some being actually bothered by it?

After a week or so, tho, Idia realised, much to his own horror, that the 2 seemed to make some secret alliance and now act odd together around him. More dead animals that he's supposed to eat, more flexing around.

The new one was that, apparently, Idia missed the mark about throwing objects.

He was outside, Ortho next to him since the latter insisted oh so much on getting some fresh air. Still, he was allowed to play some video-games under a tree shade as Ortho was chatting away with the rest of the first years, a few meters next to Idia.

THUNK!

the firehead yelped, catching the attention of everyone else in his vicinity. Next to him, giving a dent in the ground, was a big pot of flowers, plummeted in there. Trembling in fear, Idia looked up, but saw nothing.

This went for the span of as long as the first years talked around, before Jack pointed out the possibility of Idia getting his skull split open by some falling pot. As for a solution, the first years welcomed Idia to stay with them, out of the tree shade, free from any falling pots.

Or so they thought.

"So, ya know... I said Hey~ and she totally blew me o-" THUNK!

Ace was hit square in the face with a pot. Idia was next to him, just as terrified as the rest of the group. "OMG, karma is finally coming for Trappola?! There's good in this world?!" Epel gasped. "Maybe I'll just scoot away from the pot magnet..." Ace groaned, going further from Idia. "Well... I guess you could go to your room, big brother... Until someone else gets clocked by a pot." Ortho exhaled.

It was hard to say who exactly threw pots around, but Idia had a vague idea of the culprit. Or in this case, culprits.

Still, he couldn't confront them. What's he supposed to even say? 'Hey, why do you throw flower pots at me? You want me dead?' is not a very polite response to this situation, but it would be the most appropriate in this situation.

The next day, unfortunately, it was a dormleader meeting. And Ortho insisted, again, that Idia shall attend it in person. And to make sure of it, the robot boy deconected Idia's tablet and locked him outside the dorm until the meeting is finished.

"And so... I believe we should-" Riddle continued his rant as either Azul or Vil would cut through to add some other imput, which also escalated in a rant. A new one was the presence of Malleus, who excitedly listened to anything that was spoken. He stood in between Azul and Idia, as per his insistences, all stoic, with a pleased smug smile on his face, as if the conversation about the sports clubs funds management was a praise session for him. He may not be that implicated into those, but Azul was only interested because Floyd was in the basketball club.

Still, Leona shifted into a nap as Kalim wad the only one troubled by something. At one point, the heir sensed that the conversation was nearing its end and thus he deemed it fit to make an intervention.

"You know... The headmaster said that we, as dorm members, should have some bonding activity... And I don't know... Idia was chased with flower pots yesterday... I don't think that was fun..." The heir trailed. Now all eyes were on Idia, whose hair tips turned a pinkish-purple.

Well, not all, since both Malleus and Azul found the floor to be very interesting at that moment.

"I think we should have something really fun! Oh! What about ice-cream?" Kalim suggested. "A wonderful idea, child of Asim... I believe we can procure it from Sam just as easy, no?" Malleus tilted his head. "But that wouldn't be fun... OH! I know! Let's all draw names! And we go in town and pick ice-cream that we think our name fits best. We bring it here and we mix them around!" Kalim excitedly clapped his hands.

The others looked at him as if he had grown 3 heads. Leona grumbled at that. "That is literally the dumbe-" "It's wonderful!" Malleus matched the excitement of the heir. "Really? You think so?" "I consider it as a beneficial bonding activity! I'm sure everyone would enjoy some ice-cream on this sunny day." Malleus smiled, summoning a few rolled up papers. With a defeated puff, Azul blended his hat to Vil, who mixed together the papers.

Riddle was the first to draw out a paper, reading the name and putting in his pocket without much hassle. Leone didn't even mention the name, groaning as his eyes read it 3 times, just to make sure. Azul seemed content with his luck, while Kalim seemed excited. Vil kept his best act to seem uninterested, while Idia picked his with a tremble as he read the name. Malleus was last and he seemed intrigued by the name itself, before putting it in his pocket.

"Alright! Let's go to town now! Is 2 hours enough for everyone?" Kalim asked. "I think it's more than enough, Kalim..." Riddle reassured, as each left for their own merry ways.

"Shroud..." "EEP!" Idia looked at Malleus, who grabbed him by the hand. Seeing that the firehead stopped, Malleus let go of the hand. "I was wondering... If you would help us find some suitable ice-cream for our names." the fae mused. "Us?" Idia tilted his head.

"Well... He insisted, so if you also accept, it will be us 3... We could finish the task faster that way." Azul mumbled. Idia looked in between the 2.

If he refuses, he'll have to deal with THE Malleus Draconia being upset at him. But if he accepts, he'll have to tag along the 2 to hell knows where for some ice-cream.

Adding the obvious pots murder attempts on these 2's side. Idia feared for his life more than a bad impression now.

"A-alright..." He breathed out, immediately being met with a happy Malleus, Azul exhaling behind the fae. "Well, then... Let's change into something more suitable for outside and go. In 20 minutes at the front gate?" He asked, receiving nodds from the other 2.

Once Idia was at the gate, he had to re-look over his own note: Kalim. Of all people, he had the immense luck of nailing exactly the most extroverted student there is in this school. The good part, Kalim would probably be happy with any flavor assigned to him. Still, this only made Idia's pool of choose wider and therefore harder to take only 1 flavour.

"Ah! Idia! You're here already!" Azul beamed as this time Malleus was trailing after the mer. Unlike Idia's simple hoodie and pants, Azul wore jeans with a turtleneck and a jacket to boot, while Malleus made even his own simple sweater and pants to look elegant. Although, Idia didn't take the fae as someone who had a soft lavender sweater in his wardrobe.

Still, they had to go in the Sage island city.

"Well... Let's go into a supermarket... There are enough flavors to pick from..." Azul mumbled. Idia couldn't even say it better. It would be easy. Just go to the frozen goodies section, pick whatever ice-cram box you want, pay and get out.

But, the walk to it, Idia couldn't help but feel almost squished in between the 2. Maybe it was the heat of the day or his anxiety over-doing it, but he could almost say he was squished like a play-doh piece in some toddler's hand.

The supermarket wasn't far, but damn did Idia feel like it took an eternity. "After you..." Malleus puffed as he reached towards the doors to open them, yet he failed miserably as those were automatic doors. If Idia were to say, the latter's curiousity over some automatic doors was both amusing and cute. But, that only took from their time. "Come on, Malleus... We have to go..." "But the do-" "You'll see them when we get out too..." Azul exhaled as the fae gave in and followed after them.

They didn't take a cart, because 3 boxes of ice-cream weren't that worth it for a whole cart to be dragged around.

But, what Idia came to realise, was that this place was oddly crowded today.

"Is this place used to be full of children of man?" Malleus tilted his head as by him some hurried person passed. "I'm certain this is not the case." Azul exhaled. "unfortunately... The frozen section is further down..." The mer grumbled.

"What are you 2 going to get?" Idia asked. "I am thinking of something red... But not strawberries... I feel like those would be too obvious." Azul exhaled. "I must embody the spirit of modern elegance... So I fully believe a more... Exotic aroma, will fit my demands." Malleus mused. Idia nodded.

"I'll probably pick chocolate chips... I'm sure that fits my name well enough..." He exhaled.

Reaching the said section, it seemed, surprisingly deserted of any people. The containers were almost empty, save for some specific items. "Well... Let's dig up!" Azul exhaled and Malleus summoned a shovel. "Not that kind of digging..." Idia replied, the fae unsummoning the shovel.

Idia saw the lack of cookie flavours, so he darted his attention towards the closest one, plain chocolate. It was full of them, so the firehead wanted one from the bottom. Those usually were less tampered with. Hands pushing away the said containers, Idia saw an odd one sticking out. Grabbing it, it was a different box alltogether.

'Chocolate and chip cookie' was written in big bold letters. Idia grinned from ear to ear. Maybe his luck was rounding up good in the end. Kalim would probably be excited about it.

"well, Idia? Did you find it?" Azul asked as he peered over. "fuhihi! The last cookie ice-cream is yours truly! SSR item acquired!" He cheered, before looking at Azul's ice-cream: pineapple and dragon fruit. On the box itself it showed a bright red ice-cream served by suggestion. "I think... This is perfect for my needs." He mused with a smile.

"I have found my perfect choice!" Malleus declared as he happily skipped over, showing his pick: Passion fruit. Idia had no idea how these 2 found such flavours, but he wasn't going to complain. He got his loot, off he was to pay and get out.

"Oh, dear... Is that the last box of cookie ice-cream?" Idia halted as a sweet voice of a grandma asked, leaning on her crane for support. "I'm afraid yes..." Azul spoke for Idia, who was entirely grateful that he didn't have to go face-to-face and refuse a small and sweet grandma.

She gave a sweet smile. "Ah... Such a shame. My nephew sure would've loved it..." she noted before going towards the other flavors that were still in stock. Idia took it as that and went on his marry way, Azul in front and Malleus behind, ll 3 ready to pay for their soon to be purchase.

"HEY! HE HAS THE LAST COOKIE ICE-CREAM!"

Idia's hair became a bright and jaggedy teal as the said yell from the small grandma alerted the whole store. The other people in there eyed the firehead, who hugged the container and applied a spell to keep it freezing still. "Idia..." Azul mused. "Yes?" "Did you know there's a selective sale today, right?" "A what?" Malleus tilted his head. Azul gulped as he made a few steps back, all 3 bumping into each other.

"It means we have to RUN!" the mer sprinted, grabbing Idia by the hand as Malleus followed close by, yet, by the 2 in the front not being so apt at PE, the greedy mob was reaching them. "This isn't going to work." Malleus mused, grabbing the 2 in his arms and sprinting as much as his legs could carry.

They were told that complex magic is forbidden outside school while they are still studying in there. And, unfortunately, teleporting is cutting right in that category. Still, Malleus looked with a dread at the mob that was racing on those carts to catch them up.

"Wall!" Idia yelled. "Wall?" "WALL!" Azul also yelled.

THUD!

The 3 crashed into a wall. groaning, Idia crawled his way out as Azul preserved the 3 boxes of ice-cream in his hold, re-casting the freezing spell on all 3 at once. "Malleus... Come on!" "I'm fine!" The Fae mused, but immediately he was thrown by a cart crashing into him.

"What is with these people?!" Idia gasped as he got the said discarded cart, Azul putting the boxes inside and also Malleus and himself, while Idia holded onto it, with one leg pushing the cart to roll off as fast as he could, trying to maneuver it in between the isles and to the cashier, where a poor, tired employee was waiting for their shift to end.

SKRRRR!

Stopping with a spin, Idia managed to roll backwards, the cart in front of the cashier as he was next to it. The employee looked at him, then at the angry mob following, before Azul and Malleus handed the boxes to the employee, checking them out.

"53-" "Keep the change, please." Azul said as Malleus gave out the madol bills, Idia pushing the cart out with the 2 still inside and the ice-cream at the octomer.

"We have survived!" The Fae said as he and Azul got out of the cart. "And acquired the ice-cream!" He cheered as the other 2 couldn't help but smile weakly.

"Well... I believe Idia's little hunting instincts were very useful." Azul hummed and Malleus seemed to nod in understanding. "Hold on! Hold on! What are you 2 on about?" Idia tilted his head, absolutely confused. This, also translated to confusion from the other 2.

"You didn't realise? The fish?" "The sitting together?" "the flowers?" "Offering to procure food together?" Idia closed for a second his eyes, trying to think what all these odd things had to do with each other. Then, he looked at Azul and Malleus.

An octopus and a dragon Fae. Both predators by nature.

"Oh..."

Oh!

Idia's once calm and blue hair burst into pink as he looked in another way. "Humans kinda... Court differently, you know? Thought for a hot second that you wanted to kill me with the pots." he whispered the last part.

At that, Azul was the first one to intertwine their hands together. "How about you show us how humans court and we show you how our kind properly courts too... I admit... My first attempts were sloppy at best..." The mer mused. "Lilia advised me that, perhaps, I should approach things much slower than Fae usually do." Malleus took Idia's other hand, the firehead looking in between the 2 with big eyes.

"y-yeah... Let's try it... Slowly..." Idia breathed out.

It turns out, Riddle drew Idia's name out and Kalim got Leona's, who got Azul. Only Vil and Malleus drew each others's names, to which the model presented with a beautiful mint and chocolate cream ice-cream. Riddle brought forth a pineapple ice-cream, saying that it resembles Idia's eye color. Leona picked a lavender one because Azul was a dramatic bastard so, clearly, something flamboyant would fit. Kalim was the most excited by the cookies ice-cream, while he brought for Leona an almond ice-cream. Added with Azul and Malleus's picks, everyone seemed pretty content in the results.

"Oh... Do I see right? The Idia Shroud is showing PDA?" Vil raised a brow with a teasing smirk as Idia realised that he still holded Malleus's hand, while Azul was latched onto his side, enjoying his ice-cream portion. "I-"

"Oh thank sevens! Finally! Kalim and Jade owe me a 15." Riddle breathed out.  "Aww... I lost..." The heir handed to the redhead some madols.

"Wait... WAIT! wait wait!" Azul shook his head. "YOU Betted on us?!" Idia couldn't help but avert eye contact as Malleus found the ice-cream to be his only focus point.

"Well... It was pretty obvious..." Vil noted, nonchalantly taking a scoop of his ice-cream. "Once you piece together the fact of who exactly we are talking about... It makes sense." he added, which only served to rub salt in Idia's metaphorically severe wounds. "Also, Leona... I expect my 20 by this evening, preferably." The model smirked as the lion Beastman grumbled. "And here I betted that the lizard brain was gonna propose." He grumbled.

"You know... He was very close to that..." "Eh?!" Idia looked in disbelief at Azul, then at Malleus. Taking a deep breath, the firehead tried to tame down his rowdy flames. "We are dating! Fine!" He puffed.

"But next time... Please... No more flower pots!"

[greypetrel]

Hair, arms, and footwear for Alyra!

Hi Mo! Ok this was fun and made me want to start another playthrough with her. MMMMMH.

Tis the prompt list

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

Answered here!

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

She had a wide collections of daggers, swords and stilettos she wears on occasions where she can slip. If her main sword and dagger set gets worn only for battle/travel, she doesn't feel safe without a blade on her. Or two. Or three.

If she has a hat with a pin, you can bet the pin is sharpened enough to be used as a weapon. Some daggers strapped around her body even in parties, particularly at parties. One never knows when one may need it, do we remember how the first landsmeet she attended ended up? Who can assure her the others won't end up like that?

She has a dagger under her pillow, of course. One never knows. (and that's how Zevran learnt that surprising her as she sleeps is not a very good idea.)

The one she never uses is Duncan's dagger. Alistair insisted on leaving it to her as a memento, she accepted it because it was a delicate moment and she didn't want to quarrel any more than they were already. She has very mixed feelings about Duncan, tho, and kept his dagger as a memento, more for Alistair's sake. Duncan is still the person that left Tamlen behind, and that's not something she'll ever forgive him.

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

She wore her first pair of closed shoes at Ostagar. She took one look at the camp and at the terrain, told Duncan that she wouldn't have set one step in that open aired latrine if he hadn't procured her one pair of boots. She could go back to the forest, it was fine with her, she made explicit that she want NOT to be there, after all.

"Your encampment had a halla enclosure, did you never walked inside? What's the difference?" "Halla manure is cleaner than..." *vaguely gestures at the camp* "... Than this. Don't bother going out of your way for me tho, I told you my boundary but I can go back to the woods and disappear, I don't want to be a Warden anyway. Your choice, really."

Duncan got her a pair of boots.

She got used to closed shoes, Leliana converted her fully to dainty shoes and heels. At first she didn't think she would have liked them, put her first pair on just to prove Leliana that they were stupid... She quite likes how she looks with them. Not that she ever told Leliana directly of course, she has a reputation to maintain.

She still shuns closed shoes and wears leg wraps whenever she goes hunting. Out of nostalgy and habit, but she finds it easier to be silent if she can feel the terrain under her toes,

[blairsanne]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier.

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

This is a great way to meet, thanks! :D

Self, Job/Work: I'm happy to receive asks, but I may be vague about certain answers if I think I need to be. That said, I'm usually pretty open book.

Fandom stuff:

I do like Tolkien, The Hobbit, Bagginshield, and LOTR. I don't really have strong opinions on ships and will consume whatever floats my interest for that fandom. (Haven't gotten into Silmarillion yet.)

Although I have seen quite a bit of Sherlock, I wouldn't consider myself an active member of the fandom. I would passively consume it if I happened upon it.

Other fandoms I'm into would be Big Wolf on Campus, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Revolutionary Girl Utena, The Almighty Johnsons, Sailor Moon, Young Hercules... Critical Role (tho I'm very behind in C3). Probably others I can't think of right now.

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only: Happy to get asks about any of the above. I don't draw much lately so I haven't really posted art to tumblr, but I don't mind drawing things from time to time. I recently bought a tablet I need to figure out. I used to write a lot. I'm still recovering from burnout on that, but I'm sure I'll pick it up again. I have some fanvids up. I do have sideblogs (see my pinned post) but I wouldn't be upset if you asked my main about a topic one of the sideblogs handles.

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Always happy to receive.

Pets: Sure! I have two black cats.

Garden and Hobbies: I don't garden, but I guess I have hobbies. I play video games, and I'm in a competitive club in a really cute mobile app game (we were global #1 in the last club event). I run fandom spaces on Facebook and Discord. In theory, I write fiction. I do video edits occasionally. I hoard media. I've been reading a lot this year (physical books). I do some volunteer stuff here and there.

Like being tagged in things: Love being tagged in tag games/ask games/etc., picrews and the like, or on any fandom things you think I'd like. :)

[parkitaco]

can I ask for details abt this amnesia fic that once has so much promise? 👀

also fun fact I too have an amnesia fic that once held so much promise but is now functionally abandoned until further notice. hive mind moment

hello elli YES omg idk what it is apparently amnesia fics are just that fucking difficult. or smth. idk but!! yes i will share everything that is still in my brain involving this fic (under the cut tho i'm abt to infodump so hard)

this idea was originally planted by an anon who left a very cute little amnesia prompt in my inbox (anon if you're out there i'm so sorry i swearrr). i've since deviated from the og prompt which was fairly lighthearted (amnesia will sees mike hovering over him obsessively and assumes he's his bf. and mike short circuits. which was an excellent idea my brain just wouldn't accept it) and went for angst bc well. i'm like that. and basically my idea was just that will wakes up in mike's room very recently post-apocalypse (the wheeler's house has been a base in the apocalypse and mike offered his room bc of course he did), having been in a coma for a few months. the idea behind it was that vecna / the hive mind tried to possess him again, but this time will was strong enough to fight back, and though he couldn't fight *through* the possession he was at least able to kind of incapacitate himself so that he couldn't be used to hurt his friends (yay angst!!). while he was asleep the others managed to stop vecna / kill the UD, hence freeing will from possession. yay he's awake!! unfortunately, since he was in the coma for so long, the virus ate away parts of his consciousness, namely his memories.

basically i took s2 and birthdaygate and made it bigger and more dramatic and worse. yay parker!!

the way i was planning on having will's memories come back is very slowly and methodically (i.e. it takes him a while to remember stuff but once he does it pretty much sticks), mainly through him being reminded of them through sensory recognition or people sharing stuff - he also has vague feelings attached to people, and can definitely recognize when a face belongs to someone important to him (cough cough mike wheeler) but he doesn't remember names or details and this drives him INSANE.

the bylerification of this would be mike, post-apocalypse and broken up with el and having had some Very Important Realizations, frantically fumbling trying to give will love confessions and apologies when will literally doesn't remember any of their fights. so not only does mike have to apologize for everything, he also has to make will relive it first, and Then hope that will doesn't reject him. (hehe.) this sucks for him, but yada yada it all works out and they make out sloppy. the end

i abandoned this fic for a lot of reasons, many of which i no longer remember, but the main ones were a., that is a lot of backstory for a story that ultimately doesn't have much plot beyond Mike Is Stressed And Will Is Confused, and b., at the time i was kind of burnt out on writing/reading apocalypse stuff, and c., i wasn't a big fan of the concept of everyone saving the world with will still incapacitated bc i know my boy is more of a key character than that!!! (this is small and ik people could get over it for This One Fic but it Really Bothered me Ok)

that being said,,, writing all this out did remind me of how much i liked the concept and i think taking the pressure off of myself for a couple months did help, as did taking a break from apocalypsey concepts for a while. so. Maybe. and that is all i will say about that <33

[yooglefics]

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I’m honored and open to reading your ideas, for the stories already on my blog or a completly new one. And from just a prompt to a fully detailed one, and I’ll try my best to make it justice. 

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I also ask you to keep in mind that I may take my own creative liberties sometimes, mostly in the ideas that are vague, to help my writing. Hope you can understand. 

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[sketchybardlings]

(insert whatever name you call it)-tober is here! and for once I'm posting my desperate desperate attempts to get through it in one piece. this year I'm not following a traditional prompt list (mostly because Inktober is shit this year and I'm not personally fond of the themed ones) and instead I'm going to be using each day's wordle answer as a completely blind prompt. no planning ahead, no preparation, just some good old fashioned dumb luck. may the wordle gods have mercy on me. also to keep it reasonable i have 3 days (including the days after October) to complete each prompt, and if i cannot for the life of me think of anything with the initial prompt i have the 4 Quordle answers as backups.

without further ado my prompt for 10/1/2024 is...

MODEM

...as in miss Cassandra Modem of EXO Tech, aka Madam WWWeb

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i know i know, very cheesy, very corny, not very original when i know there is already someone else named madam web without all the stupid W's, but i just wanted to draw a cliché comic book villainess ok!? just look at her lil ethernet wire waist cape and be happy, ok?

in other news I'm very happy with this, the concept came out clean, the silhouette is dynamic, the anatomy doesn't look like someone went to town on it with a smear brush, and i didn't even start with a sketch. that's all just pen.

still not sure if i like the shaded version or the lineart more tho

like there is something about this that's just more appealing to me.

maybe its the contrast of her skin tone not being super shaded in the first one, she is black (maybe blasian honestly) but i wasn't sure how to shade her the right color losing her features in it, which i definitely don't want to do because she's gorgeous. or her tattoo. even if it is a little vague. its supposed to be a record player with a string of writing underneath. "what goes around comes around" or something like that, no idea why that's paired with a record player, it just kinda happened like that.