#Funny i don't normally go for soft prompts

[luveline]

𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

you comfort miguel when he lashes out after a memory —a ficlet featuring begrudgingly lovesick miguel and a flirty spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. requested here. fem!reader, 1.5k

cw implied ptsd and accidental rough handling

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Miguel can feel your heart-eyes on him. You're sitting behind him on the floor in his office, or, as you've fondly nick-named it this week, The Control Room, humming and making little origami flowers. 

So far you've made five, promising him without prompting a multi-coloured bouquet. He doesn't know why you've stopped (or why you started), but he doesn't have to turn around to confirm it. He can tell. You're shameless either way, proven when you say, "Hey, handsome?" 

He sighs with more annoyance than he feels. "What?"

"How'd you know I was talking to you?" you ask, with a laugh he loves and hates at once. Loves, because it's a really nice sound, and hates, because he knows how this goes. "I could've been talking to Margo." 

"She is handsome," Lyla chimes in. 

"Very much," you agree. 

Margo, alias Spider-Byte, looks up from her tablet screen to flash a smile. "Thanks, guys." 

"What did you want, then?" Miguel asks.

He's surrounded by girls who live to annoy him —they all laugh as though they know something he doesn't, and when he turns to glare at them they laugh more. Lyla zips out of his eyeline, disappearing from view with a sympathetic, "He's dumber than he looks." 

"Hurtful," Miguel says, turning back to his screen. "Why do I bother?" 

You stand up with your bundle of paper flowers crinkling in your hands and approach him. You're of normal height, while Miguel is of 'ridiculous' height (your word choice), and so you have trouble looking him in the eye when you stand close. You have more trouble keeping your distance, craning your neck all the way up with your rubber capped shoes to his spidersuit ones. 

"Can you lean down a bit, please?" you ask. 

Margo laughs, “Oh, here we go.”

Miguel has trouble saying no to you. And by trouble, he means he finds it impossible, and he hasn't done it in a while. He leans down very slightly, worried you're going to try and kiss him in front of the others. He's kissed you already (which he hates himself for, what a stupid thing to do) (but was a good kiss, as things go, your lips soft under his, his ardency undulating in the face of your little gasping sound when he'd bitten your lip, when he'd grasped at your side like you were slipping through his fingers), and you've kissed him. But never in front of other people.

Which isn't to say they don't know. Everyone definitely knows. They're just too scared or too kind to say. Or, like Lyla or Margo, they find it funny. 

Now in reach, you lift an origami flower to his ear and attempt to prop it there. He has a flash of a memory, a small hand by his face, the summer sun on his neck, and he can't deal with it. He grabs your wrist and pushes it away from him. 

Your eyes widen. You're not unused to his bad moods, but Miguel doesn't grab.

You look back, and he thinks it's because you're scared, and he wishes he could take it back straight away, but you're looking for Margo and Lyla. When you see they aren't there, you take his face into your empty hand and ask, "What's wrong?" 

Miguel doesn't answer. He doesn't know what to say. Sorry would be a good start, but his mouth is dry. He frowns down at you.

"I didn't mean to overstep," you say, uncharacteristically serious. 

"I didn't mean to grab you," he says. 

"I know. It wasn't so aggressive, anyways. I'm genetically enhanced, you know?" Your smile creases the delicate skin at the corners of your eyes. "I'll make you something else. A fan, for the heat, or a jumping frog." 

You turn and take a step away. Again, Miguel reaches for you, but when he takes your wrist this time it's with the kindness you deserve.

"I'm sorry, cariño," he says. 

He’s embarrassed for having pushed you away, even if he couldn’t control himself. All you were trying to do no doubt was make him happy. It's usually your main prerogative besides winding him up, and he can't find any ill will in a paper flower. 

"Cariño," you quote in a murmur. It doesn't take a second for you to return to your smiley, loving self. "That's definitely something nice." 

"It's affectionate." He doesn't explain more than that. 

You force your hand into his, twirling inward like a half-hearted dance. "I can tell," you say giddily, dropping your cheek into his chest. 

He rubs the back of your hand. Sorry, sorry, it says, each pass of his thumb against your skin. 

"Miguel," you say, in the lilting cadence of a girl with a favour to ask, "now you've ragged me around–" 

"Not what happened–" 

"–I was thinking maybe I could do something to you." You smile cheekily around your words. 

He sweeps his gaze across the office to make sure there's no one here with you both, or about to be. Complicated you may be, but Miguel knows you well. Better than he should. He spent a long time denying his feelings for you, aggrieved and guilty, and a longer amount of time resenting you for being so damned enchanting. Which wasn't your fault in reality —you're a weird creature, and you can be a little off-putting; it's Miguel's problem alone that he wants you as badly as he does. To feel your neat, teasing smirk under his lips. To have the line of your jaw against his hand as you whisper flirtation or laugh at your own awful jokes. 

To take your hip into his grasp and squeeze. 

There have been times where Miguel wanted to press you up against a wall and kiss you into silence, quieten your taunting teasing with a bite to match his bark. And there have been times where he wanted to rub the tense line between your shoulders, having caught you in a vulnerable moment, and promise that things will be better. 

He isn't making any more promises, not in this life, but he thinks that someone like you, who tries too hard to make people happy and sometimes wears two masks at once deserves to do whatever it is they want to do to people like him.

"Okay," he says quietly. His voice is rough as hewn stone. 

You have a pocket full of paper stars that crunch as you lean in. "I'm gonna kiss you, if you promise not not to freak out. Is that cool?" 

Okay, you deserve some softness, but Miguel would rather lead. Your hand falls to his chest, and his hands find your face. His fingers behind your ears, his thumbs aligned with your smile, he squeezes your cheeks in his hold gently, tilting your chin up, and up. The column of your throat is bared and begging to be scandalised. He can imagine it, the bruising his lips would leave behind like crescent moons and the pinprick crimson stars from his needling fangs if he were to only press down. 

"We'll compromise. I'll kiss you, and you'll let me apologise again." 

"I don't need you to say sorry again," you say softly. 

"Then I won't say it." 

The implication has heat rising to your cheeks. Your hand grabs uselessly at his suit as you close your eyes, and Miguel knows his cue. He leans down and kisses you, tender but a little rough, your lips soft and warm and eager as he encourages your head to one side. It feels like you try to say something but you don't move back, and so he doesn't either, kissing and kissing and kissing until he's sure he'll remember how it feel tonight, hours from now, when he's staring at a screen wishing you were haunting his office rather than in a doze in the girl's dormitory. 

"Miguel," you say, practically into his mouth. This time he pulls away, and you take a small step back so you don't have to crane your neck. "I, uh…" 

Miguel wipes the sheen from your bottom lip, not not listening but certainly not giving his full attention. He's hoping you'll let him kiss you again.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the flower," you say. 

His eyes lifted to yours. "It's not that. It's not you. Don't waste any time thinking about it, okay?" 

He pinches your chin between his forefinger and his thumb. You hold his eyes for a moment. 

"I don't really think," you say bashfully, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a hug he doesn't have time to reciprocate. 

"You think," he says, blinking as you retreat from him completely, waltzing back to your origami station on the floor. Your hips don't sway, but there's a movement to them he tracks. 

"About you, handsome? All the time." 

Miguel groans and turns back to his screens. Lyla appears silently, and sticks a finger into her mouth in a mock gag. 

"That's in poor taste," he says. 

"I would like to hand in my resignation." 

"You can't resign, Lyla. You're a hologram." 

She pushes her heart-shaped sunglasses up her nose and blinks out of view, refusing to speak to Miguel for the rest of the day outside of official Society business, and even then she's cranky. You fill the void of conversation with a mixture of nonsensical and merited suggestions, and by the time you leave for the night, his desk is decorated by a rainbow menagerie of paper animals, each one made with care. 

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thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed! please consider reblogging if you have the time! <;3 if you have a request of this pairing or other miguel fics and want to share, im eager to see them!

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[theyanderebin]

Yantober Day 6! Unothodox Gift!

Not gonna lie was less inspired to write day five so, uh- Just scooted over that one. I've got something for it. Just not feelin' it!

This was fun though! I thought the energy of this one was a little bit funny.

Briefly noted fem reader, in only like the 2nd paragraph i think-

(As always, prompt courtesy of @ozzgin's yantober list which is right here!)

It's about 850 words!

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There was a throbbing inside your skull, screwing your eyes tighter. Your body on something significantly harder than your soft mattress at home. Arms bound securely behind your back and your ankles simply ties together with a thick rope. "What the fuck?" You thought, your stomach twisting as fear bubbled up inside it.

"Now really," A familiar voice, from where? "You know that's not her colour at all dear." The woman chided someone. "I was just suggesting. I mean we only have so many options.." A man replied gently. You knew these voices… why? Cracking one of your eyes open, standing over you were a roughly middle aged blonde woman in a lengthy cardigan looking over at a man with dulled black hair and a tiredness to his face. "Oh.." rang through your head, "Oh! what the fuck!?" Your eyes staring widened at them both. "Well we have time," She said, "And if we don't find the perfect colours tonight we can simply go shopping for more." She reached in into a dark cloth bag and pulled out a ribbon of slightly shiny fabric. A simple blue. "This is much nicer." "Would it be fair to choose a monotone pair?" He suggested, hand on his chin thoughtfully. "Like black and white?" "Yes! It would be simple and effective." He remarked in a cheery tone. "Hmm.." she hummed, head tilting to the side. "I suppose it would put more focus on her than the wrappings.." With a sigh she turned.

Your eyes locked with her soft green ones, as you both stared silently at each other. Great. Excellent. Your ex's parents. What. The. Hell. Her husband turned away to pull a black swathe of velvety fabric and a hank of shiny white ribbon from a bag on the floor nearby. "How about this?" He turned back in the direction of you both., "Or is it too dark-? Oh!" He blinked somewhat owlishly. You stared back up at him. Your voice cracked out, "What the hell.." "Hello.." He tacked on a greeting with an awkward smile. His wife audibly cleared her throat. "Well.. uh. I suppose there is some explanation due here.." She pushed her blonde hair away from her cheek, placing down the bag. "As i'm sure you know our precious boy's birthday is coming up. We simply wanted to show him how much we care for him." She reasoned as if this was even bordering on normal. "He's so broken up ever since you left him, so.. We couldn't bear to see him so sad." He rested a comforting hand on her shoulder as her voice choked up. "So we brought upon ourselves to bring him a gift that would make him the happiest.. and.. well.."

They gave no more explanation after that, simply moving right into carefully wrapping you in a soft velvet fabric and securing it with the white ribbon. Once sufficiently wrapped and unable to do anything about it, you were carefully moved to a much softer spot. A bed tucked away in the guest room in the back of the house. They couldn't have you developing any more bruises after all. He gave you a pat on the head before he left. Truly the father's choice of reassurance. Or at least attempted. You were alone. The only company in the room the quiet ticking of a clock. You weren't exactly sure how much time had passed, only that they made sure you ate three meals a day, whether you particularly liked it or not. The only thing you knew was you wanted away from that damn clock! Counting seconds had gotten so old, SO long ago!

You fell asleep one night. Awoken to jostling in the morning. Her humming heard just over the rumble of a car engine. You were almost certain you knew where you were headed. But god! at least you're away from the infuriating ticking. When you finally stopped, their car parked in the garage. You could hear their muffled greetings and birthday wishes through the car windows.

When he finally got a hold of you it was almost far too tight. Desperately having to keep his eyes off of how precious you were. "Wow.." The ecstasy blooming in his strained voice, "You didn't have to." His mother only smiled, "Of course we did! We want to see you happy sweetheart." She leaned over to peck a kiss on his forehead, he wouldn't even think of denying her with how perfectly they chose his lovely gift. "You two have fun, alight!" she finished cheerfully as his father clapped him on the shoulder. Your expression? A blank stare locked onto an empty wall as the two of them took their leave, not wanting to 'disturb the lovebirds'. Ew.

Feeling his arms snake their way around your body, you shuddered. Pressing his face to the top of your hair and taking a deep breath. "I missed you…" He breathed, "So.. So much.." A finger hooked it's way around the white ribbon securing your fabric, "How bout' we get you unwrapped, hm?" You could hear him grinning.

[crowandmousewritingco]

A Scary Bad Time

Pairing: Benjamin "Benny" Miller x gn!reader

Words: 2.2k

Rating: G, nothing spicy here peeps. This fic just shows off the golden retriever energy that this man radiates.

Summary: You agree with to go to a haunted house with your fiance. Nearing the end, you realize that the whole thing is way too much for you to process and handle.

Author: Mod Crow

Author's Note: This story using the July prompt list from @thepromptfoundry, this fic specifically is using print #8, sensory sensitivity. I don't have the disorder that I chose to write about, so if one who reads this does, please feel free to correct me! The disorder in question is Sensory Processing Disorder, if you would like to learn about SPD, follow the link below.

Info on SPD: https://www.rileychildrens.org/health-info/sensory-processing-disorders

Dipping your hands back into your cardigan’s pockets, your fingers instantly finding the flat, smooth stone that you always kept there. Normally you’d take your fiance’s hand when you started feeling overwhelmed, but he wasn’t next to you at the moment. He was buying tickets while you held your spots in line for entry. Turning towards the ticket booth, you looked through the line trying to see him. When you didn’t see him in line however you could feel your chest tighten. You could feel yourself getting close to that edge, but that was until you saw the familiar brown hair and blue eyes and -arguably your favorite part of his face- his smile. 

“Sorry about the wait, sweetheart, the couple in front of me started arguing.” Benny slung his arm on your shoulders and gently pulled him into his side. You couldn’t help but lean into his body, the warmth he radiated was nice in the cool October evening air. But it wasn’t just the warmth, it was him. The fact that was simply touching you was more than enough to bring down the residual anxiety that was left over from just moments ago. 

You looked up to Benny, chin resting on the side of his chest. “You promise to stay right beside me the whole time right?” You puffed out your bottom lip ever so slightly, just enough so that you were giving him your famous puppy dog face, or as he likes to call it the ‘definition of having to say yes’. 

You scanned his face as he looked at you, he offered back a soft, honest smile, “Of course sweetheart. If they try to take you from me I’ll fight them.” Hearing him chuckle at his joke made you giggle in response. “It’s nice to know that not only is my soon-to-be-husband handsome and funny, but he’s also a body guard.” 

By the time Benny returned and you had your chance to calm down, the line finally started moving. You were hoping that the line would move just slow enough that you could convince yourself that this was going to be A-okay; though something deep in the pit of your stomach felt heavy. 

“Tickets please.” the sound of the annoyed teen’s voice pulled you from your worrying brain. You looked to Benny right as he handed over the tickets, ‘Too late to back out now.’ Taking a deep breath you put up the front that there wasn’t an ounce of nerves in your body.

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Benny wasn’t lying when he said he’d fight someone if they tried to split the two of you up. Right after the two of you had entered, a blood covered butcher was the first to try, and the first to back down. The only other person who tried was a little girl who had dressed as a haunted, cracked porcelain doll. Benny hadn’t actually threatened the kid, but he did do a pretty great job at scaring her shitless. 

“I told you I’d fight whoever I needed, sweetheart.” Benny’s voice was soft as he planted a kiss on your forehead. The two of you stood there a moment, maybe Benny realized that you weren’t feeling the best, or maybe he simply wanted a moment to just yourselves. Even if that happened to be right now in a haunted house.

“We should probably keep moving before others come walking through.” You step back just enough to show that you were okay to continue. Benny studied your face for a moment, ‘Oh no, can he tell that something is wrong?’ But just as the thought entered your head, Benny was offering a soft smile before continuing through the Halloween attraction. 

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According to Benny, the two of you were drawing closer to the end, but to you it looked like this thing would keep going on for the rest of your lives. Your grip on Benny’s jacket sleeve at this point was in a white knuckled, death grip. You’d be damned if now would be the time that you get separated, and you knew it was getting obvious that this was quickly becoming too much.

As the two of you entered a new room -this one decorated like an abandoned laboratory- you looked around trying to familiarize yourself with the new surroundings. Benny however, was looking down at you, worried, laced throughout his blue eyes. Looking at Benny you saw his eyes,and the look on his face. As you went to calm him however, the once dimly lit room suddenly went black. The sudden darkness isn’t what tipped you over the edge however, it was the feeling of someone grabbing your shoulders and giving you a little tug. At the feeling of tugging, you felt a not-so-unfamiliar pain shoot through your shoulders. Then at the sound of the whisper in your ear you realized what was happening. ‘I’m way beyond overstimulated,’ Looking towards where you think Benny was standing, you gave an apologetic look and thought to yourself, ‘Sorry Benji.’ Squeezing your eyes shut, you could feel yourself almost…turn off. You no longer were in control. Shoving the person off of you, you felt your feet carry you in the other direction, the direction of the exit. Or so you hoped so. 

With your eyes still closed you felt your body collide with other people, though you couldn’t tell who was another patron, or a scare actor. After the collisions slowed, you finally opened your eyes. Looking around you could tell you were still in the haunted house, but you couldn’t place where. Other than the unfamiliarity of the area, you relished in the relative quietness of the area. Walking closer to the wall, you could feel yourself coming back to your body. Touching the wall you quickly pulled away, the wall felt…wrong. Clenching your jaw, you drop to a sitting position and pull your knees to your chest. You buried your face in your legs, trying to calm yourself.

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He could tell something was wrong when they had the last couple of rooms. Something just felt off about you. Maybe it was the way your grip tightened on his jacket sleeve, or maybe it was the subtle way your breathing had changed. Before it was forced deep breaths and now it was ragged quick inhales. Despite having noticed the changes, and prepared for the possible shut down, he wasn’t prepared for the lights to go out. Nor was he prepared for you to let go of his jacket and vanish by the time the lights came back on.

“Sweetheart?” Benny looked around the small room that you had just been in. At first Benny had been relatively calm while looking for you. He had assumed you had found one of the walls of the room and were sitting there. But after walking the parameter and still not finding you, he could feel his own pulse racing. Benny knew you had a hard time in public places because of all of the senses. Going back to the middle of the room Benny stood there a moment, ‘If they’d had run towards the exit, we would have bumped into each other. So that means…’ Looking towards the way back, Benny sighed and made his way through.

Soft ‘sorry’s and ‘pardon me’s left Benny’s lips as he made his way through the crowd. As he walked through the haunted house backwards, Benny noticed the areas that allowed the scareers to hide from view. Walk past each one he would dip his head around the corner and scan the area. The deeper he made it back into the attraction, the more worried he grew for you…and how angry he was at himself. He had promised to not let the two of you get split up, and what was he doing right now? Looking for you because he had failed you, he had broken a promise. Something he had sworn to you the day he proposed to you. 

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‘Inhale for four, hold for two, exhale for six.’ You kept repeating to yourself in your head, hands under the bend of your legs, fingers rubbing the obsidian worry stone that once lived in your jacket pocket. 

“Sweetheart?” At first the familiar voice and pet name didn’t register in your brain. Somehow he sounded far away, yet so close at the same time. You also didn’t quite register to the following calls either. It wasn't until Benny was crouched in front of you on the floor, his lips saying your name, that it registered that his hand on your arm. You had expected the touch to feel like before, red hot, razor sharp pins being forced into your skin at electric speed; but Benny’s touch wasn’t. While his touch didn’t hurt like hell, it was still unpleasant, like a loose shirt on healing sunburn.

“Hey, you made me even more scared than Will is with snakes.” You could tell he was trying to help by telling stupid jokes because he knew it was what you liked when you didn’t feel your best. You knew he wanted a laugh, a giggle, hell, you knew damn well that he’d even take that huff of air that sometimes happens with reading something dumb, but dumb that borders on being funny. You wanted to give that Benny, you really did. What you didn’t want to do though, was lie about how you’re feeling. 

Shutting your eyes, you move one of your shaking hands to your pocket and drop the smooth stone. Once empty, your hand retreats from the pocket and joins along your other hand, atop your knees. With your hands on your knees, you take a couple of breaths in an attempt to quell the shaking in your hands and the pounding in your chest. As you took your last deep breath, you opened your eyes and locked them with Benny’s bright blue ones. 

“Thank you for finding me,” You smiled softly, in an attempt to help you convince Benny that you’re okay. “Oh and I’m sorry about that whole, running off thing.” You joked weakly. You could tell that your joke wasn’t helping calm your worried fiance. Thinking for a moment you decided to reach out and take Benny’s hands. Once you had his hands in hand, you brought them back to rest on your knees. Without talking, you opened his hands and studied them, running your fingers over the prominent lines at first, before turning over his hands to do the same with the scars that were scattered over his knuckles from the years of boxing. 

After a silent moment you looked at Benny once again, though this time he wasn’t staring at you. Well at least not at your face, instead his eyes were glued to where the two of you were tangled, your hands. Detaching one of your entangled hands, you lifted it to rest on Benny’s cheek. Running your thumb along his cheek you watched as he lifted his blue eyes from your hands, to yours. As you looked at each other you felt Benny pull one of his hands away. Once his hand was in your peripheral, you looked at it and followed it to its resting point. On top of yours. 

“Sweetheart, are you okay? What happened back there?” You could tell Benny was still worried, and you knew he wouldn’t feel one hundred percent better till he knew the truth. The whole truth. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. 

“Benji,” He knew that tone and nickname from the times you were crying, or was giving bad news. “You know how I’m sensitive to…well everything?” You watch as he nods, him almost knowing that his talking might be too much for you right now. “Well there’s more to it than that. I have sensory processing disorder, SPD. I’m more sensitive to things. To me sometimes sounds are way louder than they really are, and sometimes light touches feel like slaps.” You take a moment, the sound of your own voice becoming too much. 

“Wh-What happened in there doesn’t happen often. The last time that happened I was a sophomore in high school. I had to give my baby presentation in home economics, and during my presentation a couple of babies went off -mine included- and it became too much. I dropped my papers and kinda speed walked out of the class.” Hearing Benny chuckle helped calm you. 

The two of you sat, hidden behind a fake wall, for a while. Just talking. By the time a worker had found the two of you, you were perfectly content. Benny helped you to your feet and dusted off the dirt on your butt and back. Benny led the way to the entrance -since the two of you were closer to that than the exit- you followed happily behind.

 Once out of the attraction, he led the way to his car. From there the two of you drove around till dawn, talking over the soft music of the car’s radio. Once the yawns started Benny was quick to get home. He was even quicker to get you from your side of the car, unlock the door and let you in. Not only was it quick for him to help strip you of your date clothes, but also help you find your way to your bed. He wrapped his arm around you the second your legs were on the bed, pulling you in close. He kissed the side of your face to the best of his ability, and whispered an ‘I love you’. As soon as the words left his mouth you slipped off to dreamland.

[tinytalkingtina]

The True Face of Bravery

Written for the @steddiemicrofic June challenge prompt, using the word "stuff" and max 483 words.

483 words | Rating: T (for a single swear word)

Tags: Fantasy DnD AU, Tiefling Steve Harrington, Anti-Tiefling racism, Steve Harrington has bad parents, implied child abuse, first kiss

Ao3 link

"'Mi'lord', your squire is whining he can't find your club, the one with the spikes and-um." Eddie froze with his hands still on the tent flap, staring at Steve. And surely this was Steve, he had the same facial features and clothes as Stephen Harrington, heir to the Barony of Loch Nora and paladin extraordinaire. Except Stephen Harrington didn't have luminous red skin, or a pair of horns that spiraled up out of his hair and curved back over themselves just above his ears. And he certainly didn't normally have a pointed tail poking out from his trousers. Before Eddie could even begin to think of retreating, he found himself roughly yanked inside the tent. “Wait!” Eddie flailed, wrenching himself out of Steve's grasp. “Please don't kill me! As fitting as it would be for Eddie the Banished to die at the hand of a noble I really would rather it not happen today, I promise I can keep my mouth shut and—“ Eddie stopped babbling as he took in how badly Steve was trembling. Weaponless, he had only moved to block the tent flap. Steve lifted a shaking hand to his nose. "Father was right, it was always going to come down to an act of stupidity on my part. Just, let me finish this mission, please." Eddie blinked, still wrapping his head around his companion’s true appearance. "What?" "Vecna is a blight on these lands. Even if the Order is going to expel me once they know, I swore an oath to slay him. I'm asking that you wait to turn me in until we're done. I promise, I'll go quietly." "Why would I turn you in?" Steve's tail twitched when he was anxious. "Have you somehow missed that I'm the shameful reminder of my ancestor's wrongdoings?” he said, clearly mimicking something he had been told many times over. Eddie took a tentative step forward. "And what makes you think I give a flying fuck what stuff society or your Order believes? Sweetheart, I'm just impressed you've managed to hide yourself for this long." "As a child my parents wouldn't let me leave my chambers until I could cast illusion magic." Steve whispered. "But why—” "You're kind of the ideal paladin, you know?" Eddie barreled on. "Always throwing yourself headlong into danger to protect others. You're kind and funny and," he blushed, "absolutely breathtaking. If those abyssal chickens hadn't broken my lute, I would immediately start composing something about the swirl of your horns." "You would...oh." Red hands with black-tipped claws reached out to gently encircle his waist. Eddie shyly reached up to tuck a loose lock of Steve's hair behind one of his horns. "Come on, let's get some rest. You have an undead lich to slay tomorrow, Sir Stephen the Brave,” he said softly. The equally soft kiss he received in response spoke of something much longer than tomorrow.

Some tidbits of trivia/more babbling about this AU under the cut!

I've had an idea for a DnD AU for a long time, featuring members of the nobility Harringtons who made a deal with a devil in exchange for power and wealth. When their first-born son was a born a tiefling, to hide their shame, they at first kept him hidden from view, then, once he learned magic, forced him to constantly cast disguise self to appear human.

As a paladin, he is driven to helping those in need, but doesn't like anyone touching his hair (they'll feel his horns under the illusion magic) hence his nickname "the Hair". Dustin is an artificer gnome, his loyal if mouthy squire, while Eddie is a half elf bard who doesn't initially like "Mr goody two shoes shining knight".

Vecna is a literal undead evil lich causing trouble from his own pocket dimension, dubbed "The Upside Down".

Also Abyssal chickens are in fact a real DnD monster and they are adorably terrifying.

[toruro]

hihi ok so i have a request

hear me out lol

so like svt caring for u /taking you home when u go out w friends to a gathering or something and accidentally eat an edible which has u on mars and u don’t know what to do

kinda funny, kinda soft, kinda idk srry

svt + when you're high

a/n: hi anon! i didn't write individual scenarios because i couldn't think of such different and long scenarios for all thirteen of them but i wrote a few and assigned members to them, so i hope that works! anyways i LOVED this prompt LFMAO? this lwk reminds me of the first time i had an edible and i was like.., ok this isn't working and then i ate more and then it felt like i elevated to the subspace so ngl all of these might just be self inserts.

tags/warnings: recreational marijuana use

w/c: 1.1k

seungcheol, wonwoo, jihoon

he notices you cuddle closer to his side as you and your guys' friends gather by the fireplace, but doesn't think anything of it until he hears you giggling a little too much at a joke he thinks you normally wouldn't find very funny. he’d look down at you and when you look up at him with those dopey eyes he knows something’s up. looking down at the plate on your lap his eyes would widen as he realizes that you ate the edibles. he’d curse himself for not letting you know earlier that they were edibles but realizes that there’s no point in sulking over that now. he would definitely excuse the both of you and take you home but as he tries to get you into the car you’d be incredibly stubborn. “baby get into the car.” you’d literally stomp your feet and shake your head. “no!” he would get slightly irritated, but the look on your face is just so cute that he’s finding it difficult to stay strict. “baby please.” you’d go back and forth for ages, and at some point he thinks he might pull out his hair. safe to say that the next time you’re out with friend, he keeps a close eye on you.

jeonghan, minghao, vernon, chan

he notices you're high right away because you're making zero fucking sense when you speak. like you'll be talking, acting like everything's normal, but then he'd actually listen to what you're saying and you would just be...saying words, not sentences. he would kind of go blank for a second wondering when the hell this happened because you didn't mention anything about wanting to get high tonight, but when he notices the empty plate with a few brownie crumbs left in your hand, he'd put two and two together and figure that you hadn't done this intentionally. he would be slightly upset that no one (himself included) let you know that they were edibles, frowning to himself as he dragged you to the car. you'd get in obediently, still running off your mouth with what nonsense you were going on about earlier, and at some point while driving home, he just really needs you to shut up so he can focus on the gps. he'd pull over so he can reach over to hold your hand, pleading, "babe, please, i love you but i really need you to be quiet. i can't focus on the road." your eyes would well up with tears and he winces as he realizes that he might have just set off a ticking bomb. "you don't wanna hear me talk?" you'd ask quietly voice wavering as he sighs. he'd spend another 15 minutes just trying to convince you that he loves talking to you, he just doesn't want to two of you to die from a car crash.

joshua, jun, mingyu

he's be slightly confused when you go up to him, wide-eyed asking him if he thinks you look pretty tonight because while he knows you love words of affirmation, you usually don't ask for it in social settings. when he'd answer, "of course i think you look pretty," you'd pout and huff and then repeat the question. he'd look at you confused, asking you if you're okay because you're usually not like this. his eyes would flicker around you and your surroundings and that's when he sees the little candy bag that definitely wasn't filled with normal gummies in them. literally will snatch the bag away from you, groaning when he sees it empty. assuming the worst, he would excuse the two of you and take you to the bathroom to talk to you. "how many d'you eat?" you'd give him a funny look. "how many of what?" you'd look so innocent he wants to melt, but he holds up his firm exterior. "the gummies, baby, how many?" you tap your chin funnily before saying, "maybe...one—no wait, like five—honestly i don't know! they were kinda yummy." he sighs, "baby they were edibles." you look at him kind of dumbly. "and? they tasted good." he'd just look at you for a few moments trying to decide what to do with you before piling you into his car to take you home as you run off his ears about how much you love cookies. he wouldn't have the heart to tell you to shut up, because he honestly finds it super cute, but he'd also try his best to keep an eye on you constantly.

soonyoung, dokyeom, seungkwan

he's the life of the party and he honestly thrives in crowds, so when you feel yourself swaying side to side a little, you aren't sure if you should go up to him and interrupt whatever he's got going on, or just sit tight and hope for the best. of course, right now, you aren't in your right mind and the thought of him being annoyed with you for interrupting him sends you spiraling, although you know it's a very unlikely situation. you kind of just sit in the corner and talk with one of your friends until she has to leave and you start feeling unbearably lonely and finally end up marching up to your boyfriend who's having a conversation with a group. when he notices you by his side, he greets you with a smile, "hey baby." wrapping an arm around you, you try to not get lost in the racing thoughts of your mind, saying, "can we go?" he turns to look at you, a little confused. "is everything alright?" your breath would hitch and you'd feel tears well up in your eyes for no reason. you can't really control it, but him wouldn't understand what's going on and be concerned. "are you mad at me?" you blurt out, not being able to stop yourself. "no—babe, what's going on?" he'd ask, pulling you away from the group to talk to you in a hallway. "baby," you'd whine, "i think i ate an edible and now i don't know what to do." his gaze would soften and he'd laugh a little at your tears—he's not laughing at your sorrow, he just knows that you get emotional when you're high and that this wasn't what he was expecting. "okay baby," he says, taking your hand, "let's go." you turn to look at the other people, "but what about your frie—" he cuts you off, "they don't matter. all i care about right now is you."

[familyvideostevie]

if you write our lovesick Steve with the “being observant to their likes and dislikes” prompt from the little romantic gestures promptlist, I will give you a fat smooch (even if you don’t I’ll still smooch you)

okay, lets smooch <3 | being observant to their likes and dislikes ---

The pizza arrives while Steve is in the bathroom. You try not to worry about whether or not you cleaned enough, what he'll think of the silly poster on your wall, of your floral shower curtain.

You've only been dating for a few weeks and this is the first time Steve's been to your place. Pizza and a movie, you'd proposed, and he could spend the night if he wanted to. He'd flushed a little at that, but kissed you swiftly and said it sounded like a great plan.

So here you are, wondering if you're ever going to get your heart rate to slow down to a normal range. You pay the delivery boy and grab plates and napkins before setting everything on the coffee table, plopping on the floor.

"Was that the pizza?" Steve calls from down the hall.

"Yeah," you say pulling the box open. When you see what's inside you groan. "Damn, Steve, they put mushrooms on the whole thing." Without waiting for his reply, you start to pick them off of half of the pizza.

"What?" he asks, and you glance up to find him back in the living room with you, looking slightly confused.

"I asked for them on half, since I like them and I know you don't," you say as you finish your task. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Hold on," he says. "I don't think we've ever talked about how I hate mushrooms." You wipe your hands on a napkin and pull a piece of pizza onto your plate without looking at him. Your heart does something funny in your chest. It's true -- Steve never told you about this.

"I just noticed," you say, softly. "You order that pasta at Enzo's without mushrooms and that one time at Robin's you picked them off of your pizza, too." Steve plops down on the carpet beside you, eyes wide with something that looks like...wonder.

"But that was before we got together," he says. "You noticed that?"

You kind of want to melt into your carpet right now. Obviously you liked Steve for a while before you started dating, but it feels like a lot to reveal that, especially if he doesn't already know. So you don't answer him, instead taking a bite of pizza and reaching for the TV remote.

But gentle fingers grab your chin and turn your head so that you're looking at him. "Hey," he says. "Don't be embarrassed." Steve likes to say that he's not the smartest guy in the world, but he's remarkably observant when it comes to your moods. Maybe you're easy to read, but you like to think he's just paying attention. That he knows you.

"I notice everything about you, Steve," you say after you swallow your mouthful. Steve releases your chin but cups your cheek with his palm, not letting you pull away just yet.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" He's teasing you now, just a little, but you know him well, too. You can see the sight draw of his brows, like the answer to this question matters to him.

So you swallow your embarrassment and lean into his hand. "You don't like to wear orange," you say. "And you tie your shoes with bunny ears. You talk to your car and your crack your knuckles when you're nervous. When we napped last week on your couch you uh, talked a little. In your sleep."

Steve looks so fond it makes your breath catch. His thumb catches the corner of your mouth. "Alright, that's enough," he says, but the's smiling. He leans in and you close your eyes on instinct. "C'mere."

His lips are soft against yours, gentle and sweet. It's a chaste kiss and you sigh into it, into Steve. His tongue traces the same of your mouth before he pulls away. "You taste like mushrooms," he mutters, and you laugh, falling into him and pressing your forehead to his shoulder.

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Overwhelming, but in a good way

@prinxietyweek

Prinxiety Week Day 4

Prompt: Daydream

Warnings: None

Words: 1,102

AO3

Author’s Note: So sorry this is so late, I was at an estrogen party <3

Virgil laid on his bed, staring at the roof. His mind wasn't in the room. In fact, his mind was about as far from his room as he could get.

No, his mind was on Roman, not the dust collecting on his ceiling fan. He thought about how the two had been so much closer lately. He thought about how much he got to see Roman’s amazing smile. His blinding confidence. His smirks and teasing glances. It all made Virgil’s stomach flip. Roman just radiated passion. Virgil could fall in love with it. In fact, he may have already.

His mind drifted to all of the things he loved about Roman. His passion was forefront, but there was more. He was funny, quick-witted, and he had so much love to give. It was overwhelming at times, but in a good way.

That was the best way to describe Roman. Overwhelming at times, but in a good way.

He had big declarations of affection, but he also had his little ways of showing he cared, too. Virgil mentioned that caffeine sometimes worsened his anxiety, and their very next hangout, Roman had calming decaf tea for the both of them. He even custom made Virgil his own purple and black tea cup! Virgil watched him paint it by hand. He was so careful and delicate.

Speaking of delicate- 

No.

He wouldn't let his mind wander that direction.

But he couldn't help it. His eyes would wander down to Roman’s lips at least once a day, and he hated it! It was distracting. His mind would go down rabbit holes he always struggled to pull himself out of. He'd space out in the middle of a conversation. He couldn't focus when Roman was around.

Though he had to admit. The thought of -

A loud, booming voice startled him from his thoughts. “I have arrived!”

“Shit-!” Virgil jumped, losing his balance and slipping off the side of his bed, landing between it and his nightstand. “Ow! Fuck- Princey! What the fuck, man?!”

“What?! You summoned me!”

“No I didn't! I was just sitting here!”

“I definitely felt you summon me.”

“What's going on here?” Logan asked from the doorway. “I heard a noise, and then- Virgil, why are you on the floor?”

“Cause Roman scared me off my bed!”

“Are you harmed?” Logan asked, helping him up.

“I don't think so.”

"Good.” Logan turned to Roman. “Out of curiosity, why did you scare Virgil?”

“It wasn't on purpose! He summoned me!”

“I can promise you, I didn't, Roman.”

Roman opened his mouth, but was cut short by a curt “Ah.” From Logan.

“What?” Virgil and Roman asked in unison.

“I believe I know what happened,” Logan started, turning to Virgil. “When another side is experiencing particularly bad anxiety, you feel that you are being summoned, correct?”

“Yeah, I don't see-”

“Oh!” Roman exclaimed, earning a startled yelp from Virgil. “Sorry.” he flashed an apologetic smile, and then his expression shifted into an excited smile, hands flapping. Virgil could melt. “I think I know what happened!”

“Oh?”

“You were daydreaming!” Virgil’s stomach dropped. “Anxiety summons you, and pretty strong daydreams can summon me sometimes! I can- why do you look scared?”

“What? I don't!” Virgil spat.

“You know daydreaming is normal, right?” Roman asked, his expression gentle now. “Even Logan does sometimes!”

“I- well, yeah, I know it's normal, it's just…” Virgil pulled his hood over his head, pulling the drawstrings to hide his face.

“Hey, it's okay,” Roman said, wrapping arms around him. When did he get so gentle? “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just thought I could help. I'm great with daydreams!”

Virgil couldn't tell you what air of confidence possessed him to do this, but he suddenly found himself blurting the first thing that came to mind. “It was about you!” He clapped a hand over his mouth. “Wait- I-I mean -” he backtracked. “I-I mean-”

“Me?” Roman asked, his voice soft, and eyes wide with… wonder?

“I-I-I mean- yeah?” His eyes flicked down to Roman's lips for just a second. He cursed himself, because Roman had definitely seen, and he almost certainly didn't feel the same, and-

“Hey, hey, take a breath. It's okay,” Roman said softly. Virgil hadn't noticed his rapid breathing, though it wasn't hard to correct. In fact, he wasn't sure he could breathe at all once he looked at Roman's face. The adoration in his expression was overwhelming.

Overwhelming, but in a good way.

“Would you believe me,” Roman started, his voice soft, “If I told you I daydream about you, too?”

“No.”

“No?” Roman pulled away, just slightly.

“Nope. Don't believe you.”

“And why not?”

Virgil shrugged, not meeting his gaze. “I dunno,” he mumbled.

“Well, you should. Cause I do.” Roman gently guided his head up by his chin. Virgil obliged. “I do,” Roman repeated. He gave a big smile, corners of his eyes crinkling softly.

“Okay… Yeah, I believe you.”

“Good,” Roman said softly. “Can I-... Can I kiss you?”

Virgil’s eyes widened. He searched Roman's face for any trace of sarcasm or insincerity, but found none.

“You-you can say no!” Roman added quickly. “I-I won't hold it against you! I just- I-I thought-”

Virgil nodded, trying- and failing- to suppress a smile.

“Is-is that a yes? Cause I wanna be extra sure-”

“Yes. It's a yes,” Virgil smiled softly.

That was all the warning Roman needed. He leaned downward, closing his eyes and pressing his lips against Virgil’s. It was soft, and slow. Gentle.

Overwhelming, but in the best way possible. 

If Roman minded Virgil’s spiky snake bites, he didn't show it. He leaned into the kiss, smiling. Virgil found himself smiling too. And this time, he didn't try to hide it.

He found it ended much too soon for his liking, but didn't fight it as Roman pulled away. Large green eyes focused on him, fond and warm. He felt like there were spiders skittering around in his stomach. His chest was warm. He stared back at Roman, dazed. He was sure he had a big, dopey smile on his face, but he didn't care.

“Your-your eyeshadow is really pretty,” Roman stammered.

“Eyeshadow?” Virgil mumbled.

“It's lavender now. And-and sparkly.”

Virgil couldn't hold back bright giggles anymore, muffled by Roman’s chest. Roman wrapped arms around his back.

“So, I was thinking… would you be free for a date on Saturday?” Roman asked.

“Yeah… I think that sounds nice,” Virgil looked up at Roman, and broke into a wide smile.

He leaned in for another kiss.

Author’s Note: Logan watching this whole thing happen awkwardly from the doorway like: 🧍

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hello! I am writing original fiction for fun, and I’m still playing around with the characters to familiarize with them. I use prompts to kind of give me some context and I try to write the characters in context from there. I pretty much have an idea of my characters personality, but sometimes I find myself wondering « would that character actually do that? » since I’m writing my own characters, can they ever be out of character?? Sometimes it feels like I just want them to do/say stuff (because it’s funny or because I like it), but that it doesn’t really fit with the personality I wanted for them. Should I try to « stick » more to the personality traits I gave them at the beginning or should I just go with the flow?

Sorry if a similar question had already been asked. Have a good day :)

Characters Straying from Planned Personality

Planning your characters' personalities from the beginning can be a helpful way to get to know them and stay consistent throughout the story. However, the bottom line with storytelling is we are trying to tell an entertaining story, and so sometimes aspects of the personalities we planned don't necessarily lend themselves to what's best for a particular moment in the story. For that reason, it's not that uncommon for character personalities to evolve as we write. That's our brain evolving the character to meet the needs of the story. And this is fine because even in real life, personality is only a metric for our typical behavior. It doesn't necessarily dictate every single thing we say and do. If you look at your own behavior, you will probably find some moments or situations where you've done things that would seem "out of character" but which made sense for you in the moment. That's what we're looking to do with our characters, too. As long as something doesn't go completely against something you've established, it's in character.

And what I mean by "as long as it doesn't go against something you've established" is this:

If you have a character with a shy personality, and they're normally soft-spoken and reserved, if they witness something sudden and shocking, it's not necessarily "out of character" for them to scream, talk rapidly, and become very animated. Surprise will do that to a person.

However, if this character has witnessed other similarly shocking things earlier in the story and they didn't react in that way--say they stood by and observed quietly--then it would be out of character for them to respond to this shocking moment in that way unless you can establish why this time is different than the other times. So, the bottom line is keeping things "in character" is all about making things make sense with what you've previously laid out in the story.

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Maxiel prompt: anything to do with wag Daniel.

daniel is a fan-favourite wag-- or like, as much of a fan favourite as you can be while still being a wag (there will always be strange haters). he's a bit weirded out by it all at first, the attention for literally just seeing a guy (and max is, definitely in all ways just some guy) but daniel is also a bit of a peacock in every universe, so OBVIOUSLY thrives off of this

daniel loves those wag fashion accounts he finds them so funny but also likes to be helpful-- sometimes when he sees that they've gone hat: unknown, he'll reach out and be like hey bought my hat from (x brand) btw!

he likes posting max, making tiktoks with him etc. not just in big ways but subtle ones too (think: lily muni he's brillll socials presence) and like... daniel understands marketing and the importance of image and sure, it's not like this is some kind of PR relationship, or that he's shelling out their life for content but... he's always liked documenting!!

daniel makes his .jpg acc in this verse and it blows up, obviously, he just gets along with everyone really well and at this point its like, 2-3 years into their relationship so he's been in the paddock a ton now and just hung out with drivers/their wags in a normal way. so he CAN just go up to valtteri (who they see a lot if they're all in melbs/aus) and be like LOL CHEESE! (everyone finds it rlly funny when he gets in 'trouble' then has to put that 'licensed photographer' sticker on his camera from the f1 officials) daniel changes his bio to say an official f1 photographer 📷 for shits and giggles

the first time he gets interviewed in the paddock he doesn't even remember what he says-- totally blanks out and just rambles because he's already nervous and oh god totally not pr trained and-- gah! he's sure it's a weird rambling mess! except then he catches up to max later and max is like "so i heard you were off being famous!" and daniels like urghh no don't make fun of me, and max is like what? no you were rlly great apparently! very impressive. and daniels like oh.... oh okay :)

max and daniel do NOT do soft launching-- they literally go on a few dates fall very hard and fast in love and then daniel is being hard posted on max's ig bc he does not do social conventions like that lmfao. max is very like but im dating you... so im going to post our photos together. obviously. and daniels like oh but the mystery! the intrigue! max finds it rlly funny.

they do dinner at the horners pretty often-- daniel always says he feels like some kind of real housewife, which max finds hilarious, and they get very VERY drunk on their expensive gins.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Writing Game 1.4: Campfire

Prompt: Campfire Pairing: Clark Kent/Steve Rogers

"I still think it's cheating." Steve grins, watching Clark roll his eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry that the 'Star-Spangled Man With a Plan' couldn't get the flint working."

"Wow, do people still know about that one? I kinda thought that one would die off. It's a bit of a mouthful."

"I was just a very good history student."

"Aren't you a reporter? Shouldn't you be more interested in current events?"

"You are current." Clark laughs. "But also, you've got to know where you've been to know where you're going, right?"

"Then I guess I must know that better than anyone." Steve clicks his teeth, shooting Clark a grin. His face must be funny, because Clark snorts in an effort to stifle his giggles.

It wasn't exactly a common thing for them, camping, but during a week spent in Smallville with the Kents, Steve took the opportunity when Clark mentioned it to get them some private time. Martha and Jonathan are wonderful, but their guest room is just not conducive for two large muscular men in the same bed.

"I really liked getting to see your home. It's fascinating to me... were you ever really that small?"

Clark laughs again. "Yeah. I was quite the shrimpy kid, you know. It was one of the things I liked - Pa was a late bloomer too, and it made me feel connected to him when they told me when I was adopted."

Steve nods. "They're lucky to have you. And you with them. I think my mom woulda liked them. And you."

Clark lies back on the soft grass, looking up through the trees to the night sky. "You're doing okay, right?"

"Hmm?" Steve asks, glancing back at him. "Okay about what?"

"That joke Pa made this morning. About you being older than him."

It was harmless, Steve thought. In his own way, Jonathan was trying to put Steve at ease about it. It was a weird situation, even he would admit. How would he feel if his and Clark's son was marrying a guy who looked his age but was older than him? And then the idle thought hits him in full force that he just imagined him and Clark having a kid in the future. Starting a family. But he didn't let his wild thoughts run away with his mouth. "I didn't mind, honestly. I like that he's... okay enough to joke, I guess?"

Steve flops back onto the grass and rolls onto his side, looking right at Clark. "I love you."

"Aww. I love you too."

The reply is always so easy for Clark. It still makes Steve jumpy, the idea of being so open and free with his love - even when he knew his attraction to more than just women, he knew only that kind was "acceptable" in polite society. The first time he kissed Clark in public, he had a reaction that was somehow like the euphoric feeling of cresting the top of a roller coaster and having a panic attack all at once.

Clark scoots closer, and Steve opens his arms to cuddle him close.

"Thanks for doing this. I know maybe a whole week with my parents might be overwhelming-"

"It's really not. Martha and Jon are... they're amazing people. And you have such a close relationship with them - what, am I gonna make you choose, them or me?" Steve scoffs. "I think, even under normal circumstances, your parents are probably the best ever."

Clark beams at him, and graces him with a long, slow, passionate kiss. "All the same, we'll head home after tomorrow. I wanna do things with you that I really don't wanna be in my parents' house for."

Steve blushes, and Clark kisses him again. "I mean... technically we're not in your parents' house right now."

It's so hard to fluster Clark, and Steve cherishes the chances he gets to. Clark goes bright red, and then rolls off of Steve, laughing. "Okay, someday I'll tell you about when I came out to my parents. Let's just say I'm never trying to have sex on their land again."

"Oh, come on, you have to tell me now!"

"Fine. We were fooling around. Me and this boy from school. A good friend, Billy Crescent. My first boyfriend, after Lana and I broke up. And he, well... let's just say I caused a sonic boom and knocked down a whole buncha trees."

Steve starts to snicker, and bursts into full on guffaws. Clark pouts just a moment before he starts to laugh too.

"Alright, alright. We'll make sure not to cause another environmental incident until we get home." Steve teases, silencing Clark's retort with another long kiss.

They speak and kiss well into the night, and long after their campfire dies down, they cuddle in each other's arms, fast asleep.

[undertale-writing-times]

I'd also love Nightmare with the prompt ❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜, please!

Nightmare never wanted to admit to himself how much he cared for his boys. After Cross left them, he realized that they all could. Hell, when he first got Dusty and Axe, they didn't want to be part of the group at all. He had a feeling sometimes they didn't want to be there even now... and Error wasn't even exactly a member of their group.

The only member that could never leave was Killer; that was from a deal that they made. He made his mind block out the fact that he started to... ugh... care for them.

Until the day Killer was dusted.

It had been a normal day, going to this one AU. It was a random one; they checked it out before and figured it would be a good place to get resources... in and out quickly. The monsters tried to fight, but the Bad Sanses made quick work of them. It was almost laughable, honestly. Was this really the best that they could do? It would be funny if it wasn't so sad.

They just had to be careful because there was a large valley all around the village that they came out at. Nightmare didn't check, but it looked deep, and he liked to toss some of the monsters down there during the fight. He loved feeling their fear before it was suddenly cut out when they died. Fall damage—what a bitch, right?

Then he heard a sound: "Boss!" He turns his head quickly to see a blast flying at him. It wouldn't have done much, honestly. Dream is the only way to truly 'kill' him. It may have hurt, but it wouldn't have killed him. Instead of him getting hit, though, Killer jumped in the way. It hit him, flinging him back, and he went falling into the valley.

The same place Nightmare had been tossing people to just feel them die.

"Killer!" He shouts, panic quickly lacing his voice—he didn't even bother trying to hide it. Dusty hurried off to deal with the one that sent the blast, using his bone attacks, and Nightmare moved over to the edge to look down there. Killer's jacket was caught on a branch, but Nightmare couldn't see him down there. Just the dust that formed when the monsters died.

No. No, no, nonono, it couldn't have been him; he wouldn't have died from that kind of fall. "I'm going down there. The rest of you get whatever you can and get out." Before he waited for an answer, he jumped down. Before he hit the ground, he shot out his tentacles, stabbing into the walls so he wouldn't hit the ground.

This boy was an idiot!

It wouldn't have killed him, but it could have killed Killer. Why would he do something like that? Nightmare tried to be angry, but the only emotion he could feel right now was worry, and he hated that. He didn't want to be worried about these idiots.

There was nothing but the dust of fallen monsters. Crap... he shuts his eyes, trying to listen for any sounds. He heard soft creaking, so he followed the sound to see Killer holding his arm, leaning against the 'wall' of the place. He turned his head to look over at Nightmare and smiled. "Hey boss, sorry about that... d...didn't mean to."

"Didn't mean to?" He snaps, "You were dead; I saw you die." He storms over and was SO tempted to hit him, but he held himself back and says, "You're an idiot. Protecting me is something good to do, but not when it's someone as weak as that. Do you think so lowly of me?" He moves his tentacle, lifting Killer up off the ground. He was holding onto his arm, which was most likely damaged at the same place as before. "We're going home so you can be healed. Don't worry me like that."

"Aww, you worry about us?" He asks, teasingly, but yelped when Nightmare tightened the tentacle, which caused a shot of pain to most likely go through him, so he decided to bite his tongue for now. Haha, he found this funny... he wanted his jacket though.

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Week 1: New Prompt (Favourite Ship)

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Awkwardly enough, I don't really have a favourite ship— I think there's a pretty good argument for most of the pairings in the show, and it didn't go on for long enough to definitively have anyone 'end up' together. This is terrible content for a social media challenge, however, so here are a couple different pairings in 'pining and/or lovey-dovey' excerpts from fics I've written...

The Date to End All Dates (Part III) (Ethan/Sarah)

Ethan still hadn’t fully caught his breath back. “Way to go guys!” Sarah cheered, a smile beaming on her face as she ran towards him, pulling him into an excited hug. Acting on impulse, Ethan hugged her back, tight, pulling her head onto his shoulder, one hand on her hair. She was ok! Sarah was ok! He rested his head on top of hers, breathing in her light, floral scent as they embraced. In that one moment, Sarah was ok— and that was all that mattered.

When the moment passed, Ethan pulled their heads back, adrenalized confidence slowly dissipating from his system. They were now face to face, and here he was again— lost in those eyes. He gulped a little and gave a small, embarrassed laugh. “I—” he started, no idea how to articulate the thought. He dropped his gaze, conscious of the fact that he was staring, but his eyes were only met with Sarah’s glossy lips.

“Ethan,” she laughed, brushing a little hair out of his eyes. “It’s ok.”

And that was all that she said as she leaned in and kissed him. Ethan felt his heart flutter as their lips touched, soft and gentle, and he understood in that moment that he’d been too caught up in his own insecurities to realise that Sarah was just as nervous and uncertain as he was. When they finally broke the kiss, still holding on to each other, Ethan’s breath stuttered at Sarah’s shy, wide-eyed smile.

“I don’t think our date was a mistake,” he rushed out. Another moment longer, and he may have lost his nerve. “I’ve liked you since forever,” he confessed. “I feel that we have this connection and, honestly? Sarah, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, or—” He trailed off, swallowing the thought. Her eyes looked deep in thought. “What I’m trying to say is,” he began, staring from the beginning again. He sighed; why was this so hard? “I really like you. I mean, like-like you, and I want more than anything for us to have another date.” He paused, searching for her reaction, “But, whatever happens, I don’t want to lose you as a friend. If you don’t want that, I mean, and—”

Benny’s loud, pointed cough cut him off, prompting him to look around. Not to his great surprise, their three friends were gathered round watching, a gaping smile on Rory’s face, and a knowing smile between Erica and Benny. Were they still holding hands?

“Just kiss her again, already,” Erica moaned, pointing to her open mouth to represent vomit. Ethan rolled his eyes.

“Erica!” Sarah complained, scandalised. Feeling his cheeks heat up, Ethan removed a hand from Sarah’s back to rub awkwardly on the back of his head. Gently, Sarah pulled it back down. “I’d love to go on another date.”

Ethan’s smile beamed. “Miiight wanna have a few less near death experiences on the next one though,” he joked.

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If We Never Met (Benny/Ethan)

“I’m telling you, dude!” an exasperated Benny shouted, shooting up to a sitting position, “Take out the vampires and the weekly monster fights, just—” he grumbled a little, frustrated at Ethan’s bemused half smirk and struggling to find the words. “Just imagine we’re a couple’a normal high schoolers, okay?”

Ethan snorted. “I still don’t think Erica would date you,” he said matter-of-factly, earning him a scandalized look. It wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation, lounging around in Ethan’s room after an (increasingly rare) uneventful day— Benny flopped on his bed as if he owned the place, and Ethan sat at the computer. He didn’t mind really; the chair was comfortable, and it was funny to watch his best friend flop around whilst he defended his dating prowess… If it could even be called that. Benny was a lot of things, but good with girls wasn’t one of them— particularly hot girls. “Benny, it’s Erica.”

“Pre-vampire Erica, Eth!” Benny retorted, “No man-eating bloodlust and leather jackets, just a dreamy, dorky Dusker girl.” Ethan paused to consider it. “We’d’ve sat and watched The Bloodsucker Diaries on your couch, and then I’d’ve walked her home after she tucked you in.” Ethan stared Benny down with his best laser-eye look, having forgotten that this was, in fact, Benny’s master plan to score a date with Erica. “She’d probably look into my eyes and then look away,” Benny continued, sighing a little as his fantasy ran away with him, “And I’d lift up her chin with my finger— like this,” he said, performing said action on Ethan before he had the chance to react and dodge.

Suddenly, Ethan felt slightly out of breath. The moment was weirdly intimate: his face lifted by his friend’s gentle caress, just enough that their eyes met. And when their eyes met… Benny was fixing him with a look— not the cheesy, eyebrow-wiggling smirk he was relatively infamous for, but some kind of deep, passionate gaze that was focused both on him and through him at once, as if he could see right into Ethan’s thoughts. Dreams. Desires, even. Maybe if the moment hadn’t been so unexpectedly thrust upon him, Ethan would’ve laughed it off as a corny imitation of the male lead on the new Dusk poster, but for now all he could see was how green those eyes were. Not green-ish or hazel, but an almost luminous verdant green, like sunbeams filtering through a shallow sea. Ethan felt Benny’s knuckles brush against his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

And then, just as suddenly as the moment had begun, it ended, Benny’s hands returning to his sides as he broke the stare, smiling. What had just happened?

“And then,” Benny continued excitedly, gesturing with a pointed finger and snapping Ethan back to the topic of conversation. His hypothetical dating life. With Erica. “I’d ask her if she had a date to the Dusk premiere.” When Ethan didn’t react, Benny shook his head, “We go to the premiere together, and, voila! She falls madly in love with me.”

Ethan sighed a little, looking away before making eye contact with Benny again. When he did, the awkwardness of their momenthad worn off, his friend’s dorky grin and ridiculous hand gestures inviting back the easy laughter. He really was ridiculous sometimes. “So, not only do you have to sit through a Dusk movie,” Ethan teased, noting Benny’s look of displeasure at the mention of the film, “But you expect her to fall— what was it? Madly in love with you, after that one date?”

“I—” Benny started, shimmying up onto his knees to lean down over a still-seated Ethan as he opened and closed his mouth whilst pointing, insulted and entirely lost for words which he’d no doubt say anyway. Ridiculous. “In this hypothetical, yes— I watch Dusk III, but—”

“What if she hypothetically still turned you down?”

“Then I’d have to hypothetically,” Benny retorted, making mocking air-quotes around the word, “Convince her!” He stared at Ethan intently, as if there was a correlation between how wide his eyes were and how valid his point was.

Ethan looked down through a half-laugh, half-sigh. “These hypotheticals are kinda ridiculous anyway— life without the supernatural?” He met Benny’s wistfully resigned smile with one of his own. “I’m a seer and you’re a freakin’ spellmaster, whatever that actually means; we don’t exist without the supernatural.”

Benny gave a hollow chuckle, “Heavy stuff.”

“Maybe,” Ethan conceded, “But even before we found out about all this, it was already a part of us: even if we didn’t realise it.” Sensing the confusion in Benny’s eyes, he chose to elaborate. Ethan often wondered whether his friend thought of these things as often as he did— whether any of their traits were really their own, or just a consequence of being something not quite human. Would Ethan Morgan be as perceptive if he wasn’t a seer? Would he have the same eye for details? “It’s like your grandma told you that first night,” he continued, trusting Benny to know what he meant, “At least some of your love for sci-fi and fantasy comes from some kind of… arcane pull to the unexplained. Who knows what other personality traits you have are tied to what you are rather than who you are?” Would you still have those enchanting eyes, Ethan wants to ask, but doesn’t. Benny laughed at the impassioned speech, though whether out of genuine amusement or fear of the sudden gravity of the conversation, Ethan wasn’t so sure. He was distracted by a familiar lopsided smile. “Now who’s making stupid hypotheticals,” Benny quipped. There was a comfortable silence before he spoke again, “Honestly, I don’t know who I’d be if I wasn’t born as some terrifying little witch boy,” he joked, wiggling his fingers like a cartoon villain and earning a laugh from Ethan and himself before he continued in earnest, “But I don’t know who I’d be if I wasn’t your best friend either.”

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[dean-a-mean-tae]

100 Followers Event

CLOSED

In celebration of getting 100+ followers, I decided to do this little event. Thank you, my gorgeous loves, for all the love and support! I hope you guys enjoy this.

ASKs

*.·:·Rules.·:·.*

Event last until December 30th

You can request any Stray Kids member

I have no limit on how many characters you choose

You can choose any AU

I'll try to do drabbles with at least 300 words

Regular guidelines apply as well

Prompts can be reused

Specify who you want saying what

"Nicholas says the bold stuff and you can let whoever say the rest" or, "Hyunjin say italics and Nicholas say bold and Minho say the normal stuff"

Or you can give me free range and I'll make whoever say the prompts

*.·:·AUs.·:·.*

Soulmates

Hybrids

Vampire

Werewolf

Soft Yandere

Hero/Villian AU

Grumpy x Sunshine

Royalty

Demon or Angel

*.·:·Genres.·:·.*

Fluff

Crack

Hurt/Comfort

Horror (I might suck at this ;-;)

Platonic or Romantic

*.·:·Prompts.·:·.*

"Wait, don't go."

"Can I have a hug?" "You know you don't have to ask, right?"

"I'm not giving you anything!"

"Get your own!"

"I'm sorry." "No, you aren't."

"I'm sorry." "Not your fault."

"Don't look at them. Look at me. You're doing amazing."

"I'm proud of you." "I didn't do anything." "You're alive."

"Why are you so sleepy?"

"I'm gonna hang up so you can sleep." "No."

"You're so mean!" "I'm not, but I can show you mean."

"Are we ignoring the hole in the wall?"

"Your Highness-" "Stop calling me that." "What do I call you then?" "My name?" "...Your majesty?" "I'm gonna hit you with this book." (Can be a different title)

"Where do you think you're going?" "Away?" "Away where?" "To a faraway land-" "Answer the question." "I'm going to piss! Can I go to the bathroom?!"

"Guys?" "We aren't going that way!" "Guys?" "That way or back! Cause I'm not going with creepy old man. No offense." "Hello?" "Can we talk about this?" "Guys!" "What?!" "Don't yell! There's a man in the window." "No, there isn't." "They're not lying! He's right there!"

"Are we ignoring the massive claw marks?" "Ignorance is bliss."

"That's not what I had in mind, but I'll allow it 'cause it's funny."

"I know y'all heard that." "Nope." "We're choosing to ignore it." "Well, now we can't cause it's coming this way." "How can you say that so calmly?!"

"On a normal day, we would be eating a sugar night snack right now." "You guys eat human food?" "You don't?!" "You're missing out."

"This is why you don't lean over someone sleeping." "How the hell was I supposed to know he would break my nose?!"

Thank you again, my gorgeous loves!

[deedjre]

day 9 - relationships ! god. i have a lot to say about these three. the basics: trio of foils formerly in a love triangle (the triangle was solved). now they're two boyfriends and a third wheel that has dated both of them (they have all dated at some point. the reason polycule was not the answer is that john is aggressively monogamous in my mind). now where it gets really complicated is that they're all foils. these idiots are stuck repeating everyone's mistakes but they've escaped the loop now i think. still foils though.

(prompt list) incredibly detailed going through of how they're foils below. not really on dawsey's end.

okay. first off. names (left to right): John Rider (nicknamed Dick and Johnny boy by Colin), Colin James (nicknamed Jim by Dawsey), Dawsey Lennan Cessair (nicknames: Daws, D-Daws, that guy from the 500s (derogatory) (colin used to call him that)) We're getting into symbolism first. Because they're foils. John's main color is blue, Colin's is pink, and Dawsey's was red (through meeting John in highschool) and now it's purple. think the song Colors by Halsey. hopefully i dont have to explain that pink is an opposite to blue. john and colin are almost complete opposites. Quick detour: dawsey's name means soft/kind, his middle name means sweetheart/lover, and his last name is sorrow/affliction. now you know everything about him. the other two don't have names with meaning unless you count the nickname "dick" being bc john would comfort colin in a way that would be classed easily as "dickriding". back to it: they have animal symbolism too. john is a hare, colin is a great horned owl (his nickname in his writing group is owl), and dawsey is a bunny. a great horned owl is a predator of both of these, but the hare has a much better chance at defending itself from the owl than the bunny does. the bunny is naive.

physicality wise: john is bony (even when healthy) and appears very sickly. he has big, sunken eyes. all of his clothes are baggy on him, and he initially had much shorter hair when living with colin. i usually think of him as looking like a tim burton character. colin, on the other hand, has been fat his whole adult life. he is 6'4 (john and dawsey are 5'9). he always looks full of life despite having more relaxed eyes. his clothes, nowaday, have to be tailored specifically to fit him (thankfully he has money. unlike john. listen when i SAY they're foils-) and he ALWAYS has a mullet. i'm going to exacerbate this.

mullet haver since 8 years old. thats before john was even BORN (11 year age gap; they met when john was 23). which is incredibly funny to me. actually, just noticed this, he has a widow's peak where john has a part. back on track: john's features are more rounded while colin's are more squared. they. they kinda swap this lmao. anyway where does dawsey fit in? he's like john if he was healthy and nice. he and john are very similar. this is on purpose. design wise it was a coincidence actually. but them being similar is on purpose !!

now in terms of personality and other stuff: dawsey is the most normal. he's a sweet guy, usually tired. gets exasperated easily. mostly introverted. he has both parents. not the best of parents but i think he has both (his father is actually terrible though). john is very isolationist. he hates leaving his house, he hates talking, he hates everything social. this is mostly because he's insecure about his looks. have you seen those fear mongering anti smoking psas from the 2000s?? cause i have and honestly that's where i got the idea to give him a neck stoma. anyway they make neck stomas seem freaky which is kinda rude but the psas were effective, so. draw your own conclusion on ethics but either way it'd 100% make john self conscious. what was i talking about. anyway. john hates himself. but he also had a minor superiority complex. he too has both parents with his father being shittier. can you tell i have daddy issues. colin, on the other hand loves social interaction. he sucks ass at it but he loves talking to people and being praised. he's very confident in himself but he DOES have NPD so back when he was roommates with John, he was very low self esteem. in case you were wondering, john's response was "i can fix him" and then taught him how to mask better. colin got the groceries and he's not at all insecure about his body. almost always has a smile on. he, unlike the other two, lost his mother at a young age and hated his father, but his father was very caring towards him regardless.

now. dynamics. this is a dramatic tragedy romcom of a summarized backstory. dawsey and john dated in highschool. they dated in secret because it was the 2000s and even looking at a guy the wrong way could get you called gay in a derogatory manner. they had an okay relationship, very messy, but one day they got caught by Dawsey's father who then banned the two from seeing each other again. details not sorted out, but either john or dawsey wound up lashing out at the other after this. now. colin met john when they became roommates, and after a rough day at work he wound up crying within earshot of john which started their weird relationship. basically "and they were roommates" at its finest. they fell in love with each other but colin is used to transactional relationships, to say the least, so he didn't recognize this. dawsey shows up, colin and dawsey fall for each other, dawsey gets with a woman (love a bi king) who treats him poorly (colin notices this because he also treats dawsey poorly to a lesser extent and warns him heavily but dawsey ignores it). after daws realizes his mistake he goes back to colin (who basically spat in his face). now. go back a bit. colin left john at one point to room with dawsey. john was angry about this and was resentful towards dawsey (he did not know it was dawsey and dawsey did not know colin had a roommate or that the roommate was john). now. back to that rainy night (yes it was rainy when dawsey begged to stay at colin's place after running from his soon to be ex wife). the next day colin lashed the fuck out like "augh i loved you i just wante dyou to love me i thought we had something". and then he and dawsey were on tense terms. later john winds up. you're not gonna believe this but he lashes out at colin in the exact same way and then he moves upstate (they're in new york) and colin's like "oh i fucked up lashing out at daws and also i just realized i love this man where is he going". colin later repairs his relationship with dawsey but dawsey has a husband now so he opts to wait for john to reappear in his life (to his credit he was emailing john often). now. in the present (ten years later in 2027). he's close friends with dawsey, dawsey is close with him, john is a pathetic mess and is very much trying not to love colin so he doesn't repeat his mistake (he fails on both fronts), colin is like obsessed with john (these two bitches went from seeing only flaws in the other to idolizing the other), and john and dawsey are on semi tense terms but they're chill. so i hope you understand their dynamic from all of that.

Now FUCK Dawsey i wanna talk about how gay john and colin are. john had to cuddle colin EVERY night while he vented about how awful his life was. decently heavy stuff but also minor inconveniences too. john slept in the same bed as this man multiple times and was used as a teddy bear. they used to shower together but they had to stop. colin stopped smoking bc john didn't like it and actively noticed how upset john looked at bars, despite not being good with these kinds of things. john taught colin to donate to charity he was like "you'll look better if you donate. but don't brag about it or people will hate you". and colin is like a fucking puppy or some shit and managed to be coached into regularly donating to charities like that. john kept adding strawberries to the grocery list so colin started adding it himself and bought a strawberry perfume to wear. and he kept wearing it because john liked it. colin considered john to be the second best person behind himself (MASSIVE compliment). john used to wear a pair of colin's pajamas that were way too big on him and considered them his for the most part, but recognized them enough as colin's that he left them behind when leaving. colin proceeded to keep those pajamas and never wear them again because they're john's. he kept neck stoma care supplies around his house in case john ever came back to live with him. colin used john as his muse for his writing. all he did was write about his time with john and became a successful writer. colin was very distressed when john left and he became incredibly rash. john basically lost his ability to care for himself without colin. colin would put on space documentaries when leaving friends to their own devices out of habit because that's what john liked. when john finally went back to colin ten years later they still loved each other and fell back into routine near perfectly. they're so fucking gay.

[cirquedumoi]

Lo, another fanfic! Once again for a LU Discord prompt, this time for Legend Week. Proofread by Oh Sibling Dearest (@thorns-for-the-sake-of-flowers), who also pointed put that I was massively overthinking how to write the middle of the fic. Anyways, Legend & Wind get stuck in a cave, and neither have a particularly good time. (From Legend's P.O.V)

As a sidenote, I had their pronouns picked out before realising I'd never use Legend's, so have them anyways lol:

Legend: Ce/Cir/Cirs/Cirself (Genderqueer)

Wind: He/Him

Wild (mentioned): They/He (Genderfluid)

((Ao3 link))

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Thank whatever deity was listening that neither of us got seriously hurt. However, it did mean that now we had no way of getting help from the others. I could only hope they heard the collapse.

“Fuckin’ hell that sucked,”

“Usually I’d tell you off for swearing, Sailor, but you’re not wrong. It’s also not like the others are here to tell you off,” Being honest, I never really cared about swearing, but it’s funny to see the reactions.

“As if yer ever serious about it,” Wind retorted, smirking. A frown soon overtook that, though. “I hope the others heard that. Not that I hate ya or anything, this is just…”

“Not ideal. I get it,” I sighed. “So much for ‘quality bonding time’,”

“Ha, yeah. Wonder what happened, though. Things don’t normally fall down on their own,”

“I can't feel any magical bullshit here, so it was probably going to happen regardless of who came in next.” I mean, something could've happened, but it was unlikely that it was anything against us.

“Sucks that it had to be us. Also, I'd be surprised if ya don't have something to help,” Wind's statement was fair enough, however I very much did not have anything we could use. That would've been due to Wind's (and Time's) insistence that we shouldn't need much. Just our luck.

“At least you have your necklace,” I hoped it'd work. He'd never let me have a look at it before, despite my curiosity.

“Ah, yeah!” He pulled his necklace out from under his shirt. A faint glow outlined his face as got to work on trying to get through to Wild. I also wasn’t sure why it could connect to Wild's slate, their magic was completely different to the Sailor's. After what I guessed were a few attempts, Wind sighed. The glow faded, darkness again swallowing the cave.

“He's not answering. I guess they don't have the slate with them,”

“Might be swimming. The gods know they wanted to,” From what Wind had said before we split off, the beach wasn't too far from here. Besides that, the Champion had a knack for finding new places.

“Yeah, maybe,” He sighed, a soft thump bouncing around the walls as he sat down. “Why did we have to go to this cave? We could've gone with everyone else, or at least found a better cave,”

“Well there were, and still are, lots of crystals in here, and I know you like them. Also, you wanted to ‘explore the wilderness’. And drag me along,” Could just be an effect of the collapse, but I was starting to get a headache.

“Ye wanted to come! It's also not like I overly wanted to look in here. For all I know, us just walking in here made it collapse!”

“I’m sorry, are you trying to imply that I caused this mess!?” How dare he, the idiot didn’t- no, couldn’t do anything to stop this either. That did not make it my-

“I didn’t really mean to, no.” I barely caught him staring at me through the darkness. I did miss him mumbling something else though. Which… Is fairly out of character for the one who likes to make his thoughts known.

“If you're going to say something, could you speak up?” That came out harsher than I meant. A sigh came in response.

“Are ye?” What did he-?

“Am I what?”

“I- I don’t think this was yer fault despite what I said, neither of us could’ve stopped it,” He started, seeming to catch himself before he started rambling. “But… do you?"

[eldritchmochi]

Word prompt for the letters! SWORD TIME

mina pls that is so many letters lmao

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

okay, if it is not obvious, i have thought SO MUCH about disability in exandria, so heres a general worldbuilding headcannon vs character based hc but it's shown that disability isn't overly impactful in exandria. basically everything we've seen ranging from pcs like shakaste to big npcs like dancer and also smaller one off pcs like the moorbounder dealer in the city of beasts, whatever the name is, they're fully functional within society despite major physical disabilities and theres functionally not a whole lot of ableism at a surface level when it comes to worldbuilding (thanks matt).

however..... its not hard (for me) to extrapolate how the dynasty in particular would have a not great view on disability (thank u cherry for putting it into words as i was charlie day-ing over coping skills early on). it's not something that i talk about explicitly in coping skills (and may not since it would be really info dumpy and not vibe with the way i write or characterize the wizards lmao) but it's something ive spent a great deal of time thinking thru for the dang fic and my in-head notes are basically a) in a modern setting like coping skills, the healthcare situation moves at a glacial pace partly because elves live forever so what is a several year wait for a non emergent specialist issue and b) major disabilities, things that impact daily living to a significant degree that cannot be "fixed" with magic, are at best really only tolerated until anamnesis or consecution so the body can be reset into a more perfect form

i could wax poetic about the nitty gritty as it relates to coping skills specifically, but that is like, the base premise of 90% of the fic lmao

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

okay so, heres the thing: with the exception of a few squicks, if something is well written with some fukken *heart* i will eat up just about anything. theres some tropes i don't really get myself and haven't found anything with it that's interested me, like hanahaki, but i have fav fics involving things i notoriously avoid, like kid fic and hs aus. like legitimately, my absolute fav fic is a non explicit hs au, which considering i basically dont read non explicit fics OR hs aus is fucking wild

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

lets see, i did one here for an ashrym fic, and one here for general shadowgast so lets go with a single character, and a delightfully weird song for her

obviously imogen, again, because its funny. do not ask me why spotify recommended this german edm country album to me a bit ago but i listened to the whole thing and it fucking slapped, and this song immediately went on my hells playlist

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

I AM ONLY DOING ONE BECAUSE I DONT TRUST YOU MINA (ilu but also damn many letters lmao)

but callowmoore is just chefs kiss. i don't see anything necessarily romantic between them but i love the idea of the two of them bonding over being absolute gremlins. ashton definitely needs a charismatic wingman and fearne definitely needs someone who has (some level of) smarts re Doing Crimes, so the two of them playing off each other is just delightful and i love how soft they are with each other in cannon and in turn all the fanart (especially the forehead kiss???? im still not normal about that)

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

hmmmmmmmmmmm okay i guess maybe reylo? the rots kiss was absolute garbage rey deserves better BUT i am in theory into her domming the shit out of him but reylo shippers as a whole soured me on the ship and now i just hhhh no thank you, even from authors i trust to write it in a way i'd enjoy :C

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

T answered here! (basically no lmao)

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

homestuck :I like part of it was definitely the Fandom Cycle of falling out if interest with something, especially once there stopped being new cannon i could access but a bigger part of it was seeing all my fav artists and writers in the fandoms, particularly the ones 30+, PARTICULARLY Black artist, being absolutely shat on by kids for the crime of... being adults in fandom spaces basically, or otherwise creating fanworks that featured non-white, non-thin depictions of the characters. i live vicariously thru @/roundandtalented when they spam share hs art because i still love those characters but yeesh ye olde tumblr hs fandom got VERY toxic

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

answered once here with ashton and here with astarion so i guess i gotta keep the train going with "a" name characters

hmmmmmmmmmm

okay lets say abby from ncis (i have watched Many crime procedurals lmao). i imagine she and i would be GREAT fashion buddies, especially when i'm bubblegum pop kawaii to her scary goth. we could swap tips on breaking in big stompy boots and all the best places for cute clothes, and i think we're fairly close in size too so could even SWAP gasp The Dream

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

god i do not know if fandom as a whole has picked up on any of the various things i've built in my fics but tbh i think its absolutely hilarious how i inevitably write a porn/camming au for like every fandom i write multiple fics for. it happens, every single time. EVERY TIME. in fact, mine and cherry's sg camming au started with me lampshading this trend i have, laughing about how FINALLY here was a fandom where i couldn't write camming and make it work, except whoops i thought too hard on it and made it work. this occurred over the course of like..... a single evening. i had the basic outline sketched out within twenty minutes of me being like "theres no way i could write camming into critical role, NO WAY" i am not even exaggerating

so i guess maybe my hilarious contribution to critical role is the contemporary magical setting proof-of-concept???? cherry did say there werent really that many at the time i asked because i lov me some modern aus

there are maybe some letters left idk at this point lmao but here is the meme for those of u who made it thru all that