#I guess this counts as another tumblr prompt :'D

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Scenario: A-Yao loses the ability to lie convincingly for 48 hours. Any 48 hours of your choice. How screwed is he?

Oh man.

You know, I took this long in replying bc the potential of this premise is HUGE! My boi can get grossly screwed up in many ways :')

But since I love him, how about it plays in his favor in the end. Kinda sorta xD

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Whatever dumb experiment Chengmei had been conducting on his own was obviously guaranteed to backfire. Jin Guangyao should have known that leaving the delinquent unsupervised was a terrible idea.

And now here he was, having to deal with the aftermath of a talisman that very much exploded in his face earlier that day, and in front of the one person who didn’t need more reasons to distrust him.

At least the mysterious effects of the talisman had made themselves clear enough.

“Of course there is nothing wrong, da-ge,” he said, feeling the unnatural pull of his muscles as he forced a smile like he never had to before. He couldn’t even control the inflection of his voice!

Nie Mingjue was staring at him with his brows deeply furrowed. On a normal day, Jin Guangyao would internally roll his eyes at the unnecessary mistrust but, that day, he would admit that he, too, would be suspicious if he was da-ge.

Which was unfortunate, to say the least, since he had just altered the accursed song!

“Then why have you been so silent all day?” da-ge asked.

Because I can’t trust my own body.

“Because there’s nothing to say,” Jin Guangyao replied as a nervous chuckle escaped him despite himself. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to disturb you from focusing on Clarity.”

“You have been tugging at the same cord since I asked.”

Jin Guangyao had no control of his facial expressions as he surprised himself fidgeting with the guqin.

“T-this? Hmm, I just… have been very busy,” he blurted out, unable to force his gaze to meet Nie Mingjue’s. “I said I was going to make sure that Xue Yang got punished, didn’t I?”

And he might just seriously consider killing that pest for real after the mess he had gotten Jin Guangyao into!

“You have always been busy, yet I have never seen you twitch. This isn’t like you.”

“Aha, I-I think these recent days have been particularly challenging.”

The smile —if he could even call it that— was starting to ache in his face, and he couldn’t look Nie Mingjue straight in the eye for more than a quick glance as the man merely kept on staring.

“Then leave already, you would be of no help in this condition,” Nie Mingjue eventually declared, and for once, Jin Guangyao was grateful for his da-ge absolute lack of tact.

“Yes, might be for the best,” he agreed, standing up. “I will come back tomorrow.”

Hopefully, Chengmei would have found a solution, or the effect would have worn off by then.

It didn’t.

And da-ge was not alone when Jin Guangyao reappeared the next day.

“Hello, A-Yao,” er-ge greeted him with that gentle smile of his, yet with obvious reservations as he gestured to Jin Guangyao to approach and take a seat with them. “Da-ge said that you have been displaying some odd behaviors, is everything alright?”

Oh, gods, not this again.

“Yes! Yes, er-ge, everything is perfectly fine,” the exaggerated enthusiasm of his voice was honestly insulting even to himself, and he could swear that he felt a tic in his eye.

As expected, his two sworn brothers shared a look.

“See? He’s been acting like this since yesterday,” da-ge said.

“Hmm. A-Yao, you know that you can trust us if something is in your mind.”

What was in his mind was that he needed to get Nie Mingjue to qi deviate before the deadline for Chengmei’s execution arrived, and he couldn’t do that if he didn’t keep on playing Turmoil, which was impossible if Lan Xichen was right there!

“I told da-ge already that I have been terribly busy uhm… assisting father in various endeavors of personal interest, yes.”

“Didn’t you say it was because of Xue Yang?”

Damnit!

“Uhh, he is… one of those endeavors— is it getting warmer here?”

Why on Earth did he say that?!

Er-ge and da-ge looked at each other again, now with open puzzlement and preoccupation. That was it, Chengmei had managed to not only get himself killed, but Jin Guangyao, as well, for the mistake of trying to save him.

“I told you that kicking him had been out of line, da-ge.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

… wait, what?

“Listen, this is my fault,” Nie Mingjue told him and, for a moment, Jin Guangyao thought hallucinations were another effect of that stupid talisman by the way da-ge seemed truly remorseful. “You exasperated me that day, and while I stand by my arguments… my final remark and actions were completely unwarranted. It has been hard to control my worst impulses, but now your head is all messed up by the contusion. I’m sorry.”

Wait, what!

As it turned out, the talisman not only affected his mannerisms when he tried to… choose his word strategically, but also when he wanted to conceal his emotions. Try as he may, he couldn’t school his expression to something other than the bewilderment he felt and how touched he was to hear Nie Mingjue, of all people, apologize to him!

When was the last time someone did that?!

“I…” his lip trembled too much to properly elaborate, and his voice came out as a weak whine, prompting his two sworn brothers to stand up and relocate by his side.

“Don’t force yourself,” er-ge told him. “The damage to your head must be taking a toll on your body.”

“Yes, something is clearly wrong with you.”

“Y-you don’t think this is another of my wicked tricks, da-ge?”

“What reason would you have to act like you are spasming whenever you speak? If anything, you always took pride in your shallow pretty words.”

Nie Mingjue frowned, but there was also a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“A-Yao, if you allow me, I could use some Lan medicine on you.”

“B-but… Xue Yang…”

Da-ge sighed.

“We can see that matter on a later date, it is obvious that you are not well.”

Er-ge placed his hand on Jin Guangyao’s arm in an encouraging gesture, and he could have broken down in tears right there and then. Lan Xichen could end whatever that talisman had done to him, he could buy time with Nie Mingjue until he thought of a better solution to the Chengmei predicament.

“Thank you,” he said and, finally, his smile didn’t feel like a grimace. “Maybe er-ge could also take over and play for da-ge instead. This A-Yao would hate to mess up Clarity in this state.”

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 22. Lights And Strings [C7]

Pairing: Turpin x Fem!Wife!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Turpin’s house

Continuation of: Prompt 4. Sharing, 6. Out Of Care, 13. Shimmering Icicles, 15. Cards And Coals, 17. Bells Of Christmas & 18. Blankets And Snuggles

A/N: It’s the last part of the Turpin serial for this Rickmas, darlings! 🥰👏 It’s currently 07:58 over here when I finish writing this and I’m going to be publishing it right away - it does take some time getting it up on AO3 and Tumblr but I have a packed day so figured I’d kick it off on the right foot while my husband drops off our daughter for her last day at preschool for the year 🥰

This is shorter, like I said yesterday I won’t have the time to write long fics for the last three prompts unless I turn manic and stay up until like 2 am 😂 I hope you’ll like this sweet ending though. After all, HEA was promised and now we are also at the end of Rickmas so these last three need to represent having reached our destination and survived another year I guess 😅👍

Tags/TW’s: Kissing, Embracing, Love, Care, Adoration, Possessive Feelings, Honesty, Changing for SO, Mentions Rough Smut And Proper Aftercare, All The Giddy Feels, Being Self-aware

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 1.2k+

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It had been four days since that faithful day of cataclysmic change between you and your husband — your caring, sweet, depraved man of a husband. Waking up alone felt strange, he usually woke you up for a kiss before work nowadays but today you woke up alone.

Stretching in bed, you yawned and felt some kinks straighten out in your back from last night’s odd position. He’d had you bent backwards over the edge of the bed while he delighted in eating you out for several long moments before he decided to claim you while groaning depravities for all in the house to hear. I cannot believe I enjoy such things being said to me— No, no it’s only when he says such things. All other men can go to hell for saying such things to women. Double standard or not, I won’t stand for men treating women like that without their consent.

You giggled at yourself, and your strange thoughts, and kicked your legs under the cover while thinking of all the sweetness he poured over you after everything was said and done. Each time, and he never left you alone in bed afterward either. He always cuddled and held you close, you absolutely loved it — the contrast between the rough lovemaking and the soft aftercare he lavished upon you. You¨d picked up his teaching swiftly, after all, it wasn’t a difficult thing to do when he was such a good leader. You didn’t have to think, only feel.

“Where are you now?” You asked aloud while throwing on your robe and slipping your feet into some warm slippers. “Guess I shall go for a little hunt of my own,” you said with a smile and left the bedroom to find your husband. What you found when you reached the stairs was something else entirely though.

The railing was dressed in garlands and red strings of silk, every surface you could see while you walked downstairs was covered in decorations. Everything you had put up and then taken down was back — not where you’d put them of course, but they were back. There was Christmas everywhere you looked, the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air along with sulphur and you couldn’t stop the wide smile spreading your lips.

You rushed the rest of the way down, nearly bolting toward the office while you tried to take in the fact your home was covered in holiday cheer. You threw open the door, “Richard—” But he wasn’t there. “Where are you?” you asked yourself before turning back, heading toward the parlour. Perhaps you’d find him lounging with a book there.

You found him standing before the roaring fire, a cup of coffee in his large hand and his body dressed in all red. Wine red to be precise, with black detailing and silken details — like his ascot pinned with a gleaming jade pin. He was an absolute vision, yet his eyes were fixed firmly on you while they came to live as swirling grey storms.

“Love,” he said darkly, his eyes travelling along your entire form before reaching your eyes once more. You felt incredibly underdressed compared to him. “Richard,” you replied and walked toward him with fluttering butterflies in your stomach. “What is all this?” you asked while he sat his cup down and reached out to embrace you. “Merry Christmas, love,” he said and kissed the top of your head before tugging you even closer and kissing you deeply for a few seconds before he straightened. “M-Merry Christmas,” you replied and felt no shame about inhaling his scent as if you were dependent on it. His deep chuckle warmed your very bones while he gave you a squeeze before letting you go — only holding your hands.

“You hate Christmas,” you whispered while your eyes travelled all around. The many candles lit, the garlands and silken strings, and the holly and little porcelain decorations all craved your attention. “But I love you,” he replied while grasping your chin to turn your attention back to him. “So I shall endure and make sure that smile of yours keeps shining, love.” “Oh, Richard, sweet husband of mine,” you said gently, appreciation evident in your voice. He chuckled. “Sweet, hm? For you, only.” “Just how I want it,” you confessed. You were too possessive of the man not to feel giddy about being his one and only, his exception, his little wife whom he called all things between a filthy whore and his sweet wife.

Richard led you through the house, showing all the decorations and little details, he appeared nearly proud of his work but if you were correct he was really proud about satisfying you. It was a strange sensation, that lights and strings could make a man such as he puff out his chest with pride while intensely gauging your reactions. You, who were nothing as extraordinary as he, were the most important person to him and only your opinion and feelings mattered to the great judge of London whom all feared.

You were not nothing, of course. You were a Lady, born and raised in a grand family with teachers and instructors, you were a capable woman within the field of being a Lady but that was nothing compared to being a judge by societal standards. So, for all intents and purposes, you were nothing in comparison. To know that little you were of such great importance to a man like your husband had your stomach turning with glee and joy. It wasn’t a feeling you had liked at first, it was selfish, or perhaps self-righteous, but now you adored it. With Richard you were safe to feel however you felt, there was no shaming between the two of you and you absolutely loved that.

Richard led you into the dining room where a grand breakfast was laid out on the table, no servant in sight. “My sweet wife,” Richard said and pulled out your chair before scooting you in. “Thank you.” He sat down beside you, which was odd as he always sat opposite you. But, as soon as he had poured himself a fresh cup of coffee it became apparent why. His hand landed atop your thigh, only separated from your skin by your night dress and robe. You loved having him so close, loved having him touch you, loved feeling his warmth and strength so you only looked up at him with warm eyes while he gave you a half smile before sipping his coffee.

You ate breakfast in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. It wasn’t until you had both finished that he leaned closer, whispering in your ear about how he wanted to take you to his office and use the silky red strings from the decorations to tie you over his desk. You had shot up from the chair so fast it would have toppled if Richard hadn’t caught it when it tipped backward. The smirk he wore told you all you needed to know, he’d make good on the promise and you had never imagined Christmas decorations would ever be part of lovemaking — you would soon find out just how wonderful silken strings could feel around one’s wrists. Perhaps you and your husband would create new Christmas traditions, ones he could love and enjoy too…

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A/N: Oh how I hope this little ending warmed you right up darling - it's short but so so so sweet and I really just allowed the words to flow this morning. I do love how this shows the HEA they will forever have and the freedom they have with each other. Gosh, it's just so sweet 😍👏 AND IT'S ALMSOT CHRISTMAS DARLINGS!!!!

Q: Have you ever gone skiing? Can you ski? A: I have gone skiing, both distance and downhill (no idea what it's called) but I'm afraid of heights so I stick to distance if I gotta go 😂😂😂

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[Dec:2023]

[willhavetheirtrinkets]

Hello Musyc! Season's Greetings to you! I have been a part of the Dramione fandom for the past 5 years and have been sending nominations to the DHr Advent for 3 years and I just wanted to THANK YOU this year for organizing such a lovely fest. In true Christmas tradition, it feels like a gift to us readers from the authors and artists we love and follow. I have found so many authors through past advents when I was new to the fandom and it feels especially cool for us readers (read: lurkers) to nominate them ourselves. You are doing such amazing work! I hope this tradition continues forever and that you get the same happiness from it that we do. Have a Happy Holiday Season!

P.S. - A question, what are the trends you have seen come and go through the advents?

Nonny, thank you so very very very much. I truly enjoy hosting the Advent and the entire process of it. It has been a constant for more than a decade, and while it's never entirely smooth, I love doing it.

I start planning in August, setting up timelines and refreshing my files so that everything is ready to go. The posting schedule, the prompts lists, the invitation letters and the FAQs. The joyful acceptances and the "I wish I could" declines from nominees - I make so many charts in a season. :))) Even when I'm staring down the barrel of over a thousand votes to count or waiting anxiously for the last person to accept so I can send out the prompts, I enjoy every minute of getting this fest ready for another year.

Trends, hmmm. Most of what I observe is platforms - I can see the shift from livejournal to tumblr to instagram, and how that has affected nominations over time. I can tell when a new group of people have seen the announcement that nominations are open, because little clusters of votes start to happen. ("Oh, facebook knows now. Oh, I see Filo fans are voting." That sort of thing.)

The typical voter nominates 8-10 people, and the typical nominee receives 5-7 votes. Some voters nominate one, some nominate 20. Some receive one vote, some get double digits. There are always outliers, but the median numbers stay consistent. At least one person every year nominates writers and artists who have been long out of fandom, and it makes me feel warm to know those names are still remembered and beloved.

I make my own little predictions as to who will be nominated (and I know I'm not the only one!) and I'm usually about half right! I try to anticipate who will accept or decline if they're nominated (this year there were three declines - one predicted, one unexpected, and one I couldn't guess either way.) I'm never entirely correct, though. There are always at least two or three in the final list that I didn't see coming at all and I'm delighted every time.

For works, the general trend has been about the same. If you took every Advent creation over the years and put them in a blender, you'd get something T to M rated, fluffy with a little pining (usually from Draco!) and/or non-explicit smut, about 4500 words long for fic/a single brightly colored piece for art, and with minimal additional characters beyond Draco and Hermione. (Ron, Harry, Luna, and Neville are the most popular additional characters in recent years, if they're used.) There are always variations, but this tends to be the most popular sort of set-up.

The wealth of love and affection for this pairing has never wavered, and I know that it will continue. Already looking forward to 2023! :D

[voidstilesplease]

Swords and Arrows

or That Summer When The Ares and Athena Cabins Finally Allied For Capture The Flag part 1 of 3

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(A Steo Demigod AU) || For @anonymous's prompt: "Scott as a Roman demigod instead of Greek" || word count: 2,647 || The Entire Demigod Series -> [AO3][Tumblr] (it's finally a working link tfg)

Stiles pulls back, "I was going to ask if you missed me," he says, face flushed and beaming. "But it appears I don't need to."

"You never need to."

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I.

"Why the long face, little brother?" Tara asks cheerfully, wedging herself on the bench between Theo and one of their half-siblings, and placing down her tray brimming with colorful food as opposed to Theo's bleak and half-empty one. She grins at Theo, but he's not in the mood to return the goodwill.

Theo pokes half-heartedly at the contents of his tray: a lonely sealed bag with a couple squares of ambrosia inside - the food of the gods - some cheese and two slices of wheat bread. "Don't call me little brother," he mutters with little heat, leaning to the table to whisper a request to his goblet, which immediately fills up with sparkling water.

Tara looks over Theo's head at Fred, their Head Counselor, sitting on Theo's other side. "He's not back yet?"

Fred shakes his head, wiping the bbq sauce at the side of his mouth. "Nope," he replies, popping the 'p' and catching on to the question without much elaboration. By now, there's only one 'he' that reduces Theo to a brooding and sulky man-child. "He hasn't answered Theo's last IM, too."

"Try the last five Iris Messages," Theo grumbles in annoyance. He turns to Tara, face contorted in a sour expression. "I mean, how difficult is it to take my call? He always has drachmas in his pocket exactly for this reason."

"He's probably busy disintegrating monsters," Fred says reasonably. Which, of course, makes sense. Monsters make the most infuriating and persistent roadblock of all. They make any journey twice as long for demigods - if they don't manage to kill you, that is. "Or, you know," Fred adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "maybe he's being an accomodating companion to the Son of Jupiter."

Theo grinds his teeth hard and fixes his head counselor with a death glare. Fred only shrugs at Theo's reaction, obviously aiming for the exact response, and chuckling through a bite of ambrosia. Theo has half a mind to punch him in the jugular. He doesn't need a reminder of who Stiles is with, thanks. Spitefully, he harshly impales a piece of grape from Fred's tray with the tines of his fork and shoves it to his mouth in the most menacing manner he can project.

It only makes Fred guffaw, spraying bits of food onto the table. The campers across from him slide their trays away protectively, shrieking an indignant chorus of "Fred!" as they make sure no stray bits made it into their platters. Fred raps at his chest as he reaches for his goblet, still laughing his dumb ass off while trying to wave his hand in apology.

Their neighbors also share their opinion on the appalling table manners of the Ares brood - spitting out food may slightly be a common scene from their lot, unfortunately.

Brett from the Apollo cabin throws corn kernels at Fred, a strange display of solidarity if you can believe it, while Ara, the half-Korean junior counselor of Athena cabin, gives the Ares and Apollo tables a look of disapproval. She's a pretty terrifying 15 years old, which is why Stiles is extremely fond of her. With Stiles gone to New Rome the first week back to camp, Ara is doing a kickass job taking over the head counselor duty. (But, to Hades with it, Theo would much prefer Stiles to be scowling at their table.)

"Okay, first of all," Tara says over the little chaos. "Fred, you're disgusting. Second," she holds Theo's chin to compel him to look at her, then smirks, "Stealing a piece of fruit is not a cabin 5-worthy intimidation tactic."

Theo opens his mouth for his scathing retort, but at the same time, one of Stiles's younger siblings points in the direction of the cabins. "Hey, it's Stiles!"

Many heads look up, but Theo springs to his feet instantly, scanning the area for Stiles. He catches sight of him almost immediately, bounding to the Mess Hall in his orange shirt, face bright under the camp's enchanted borders, as radiant as the last time Theo saw him four long months ago. Without much thought, Theo finds himself carried by his feet towards Stiles.

Stiles sees him coming too, and his smile broaden. Theo sprints, forgetting himself and where they are. They meet halfway, by the entrance of the Mess Hall, with Theo knocking into Stiles's open arms strong enough that it's a surprise they're still upright on the ground.

Theo squeezes him to make sure his mind did not conjure a Spectre to appease his longing. Stiles feels solid under his hands, if a little sweaty, and he smells as if he was run over by monsters. But underneath the grime, he catches the scent of Stiles's favorite body wash. He feels himself sagging in satisfaction.

Stiles pulls back, "I was going to ask if you missed me," he says, face flushed and beaming. "But it appears I don't need to."

"You never need to."

Theo doesn't know how long they stood just smiling at each other, but they break apart at Chiron's pointed clearing of the throat. It's not even in Theo's head to be embarrassed by his actions despite the cackling and many leering faces of the other demigods. Mr. D merely raises an unimpressed eyebrow, though the twinkle in his eyes can only be from amusement.

Chiron is sitting on his wheelchair today, hiding his horse's ass behind the illusion of human legs - why he still does it is a wonder - and rolls forward to them.

"Stiles Stilinski," he greets merrily, the lines of his eyes crinkling when he smiles. "Welcome back." Chiron gazes a little behind them, then, nodding kindly towards another boy Theo only notices, is standing patiently at a distance.

The boy, Scott McCall, son of Jupiter and a praetor of the Roman demigods' army, the Twelfth Legion Fulminata, steps forward to bow his head in respect of the centaur. "Chiron," he also acknowledges Mr. D who didn't bother to get up from the head table. "Lord Bacchus."

"Hm," Mr. D hums without correcting the demigod, sipping on his diet coke dismissively.

Theo doesn't hate Scott, but he also doesn't like him - strongly, irrationally, dislikes him. Instinctively, he shuffles closer to Stiles as if his boyfriend is going to dissolve into the Mist if he isn't close enough to pull him back.

Theo's been agitated since Stiles told him, a week prior, that he was flying to New Rome in California where Camp Jupiter is, the Roman camp, for a 'friendly' visit. Everyone's allowed to cross borders, but no one has really done so just to tour around. After all, the camps are on opposing sides of the country and monsters don't pause to consider not killing vacationing demigods.

A couple of times before last week, when Theo visited Stiles in his Manhattan apartment, he'd, out of the blue, mentioned the varied courses and scholarships that New Rome University offered, as Theo laid his head on Stiles's lap while the latter read. Theo hadn't minded it at the time, as Stiles quickly dropped the subject. But another month passed and Stiles mentioned it again, randomly, during one of their IMs, adding that he might check into the enrollment requisites. Theo started to worry, then.

If Stiles goes to New Rome for college, Theo can't follow him. He never even got to finish eighth grade. And Scott, he's one of the Romans, their leader, and grudging as he is to admit, one of Stiles's friends now the more he visits Camp Half-Blood. He will eagerly encourage Stiles, telling him of the countless perks that Camp Jupiter has. He will be as big a hero there as he is in Camp Half-Blood, and he can rise to praetorship alongside Scott if the Legion so wishes it.

Scott is not a bad person per se, but he wears the color and insignia of the place Theo might lose Stiles to. And if Theo blinks the wrong way, he might not see quick enough that Stiles is being whisked away to the other side of the coast, leading a life without him.

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After officially welcoming the son of Jupiter to the camp, feeding him, and getting him settled in Cabin One, the campers go about their daily routine of training.

The blade vibrates when it hits the shooting log, right on the marked spot. Then it disappears into thin air and reappears in Theo's hand only to be thrown back to the same spot. He does it repeatedly, unrelentingly, until Tara aims with his bow and hits his blade with an arrow to send both weapons clanging to the ground, a few meters away.

Theo heaves; he doesn't even know he's breathless just from throwing until then. Wiping beads of sweat from his forehead, he nods appreciatively at the bow in Tara's hands when his sister stands beside him with a smile. "If we aren't siblings, I'd mistake you for a daughter of Apollo."

"Please," she laughs, opening her palm, gesturing at the fallen weapons. Both her arrow and Theo's blade fly to her hands in a matter of seconds. "I don't want to light up like a glow stick while waxing poetry during a fight." Children of Apollo don't actually do those in the middle of a fight, but they do glow when they're healing, and they can make others speak in rhymes just for fun. Tara offers the knife back to his brother. "Also, we're children of Ares. By birthright alone, we should know to wield any weapon of war."

Theo takes the knife and snorts, "And yet, I suck at archery."

"I can't summon weapons out of thin air," She points out, grinning at him as she puts the arrow back to its sheaf. "I guess we just can't have it all or Zeus would be zapping us one by one."

Theo scoffs, leaning into position to begin throwing again.

"Speaking of Zeus," Tara says, a playful tone in her words. "Where's your favorite son of the Sky God?"

Theo spares her a glare before flinging his knife and burying it onto the battered practice log. He purses his lips before answering, "He's at the Big House with Chiron, Mr. D, Stiles, and the other head counselors." He clenches his fingers around the blade's hilt when it returns to his hands. "They're talking about a little orientation on New Rome University's scholarships and handing brochures and study guide for the DSTOMP." Theo doesn't bother hiding the acid in his voice from his sister. She'll recognize it anyway, even if he masks it with neutrality. He can't mask it with neutrality.

She quirks a brow, "You don't sound too eager," she notes. "Are you still jealous of Scott, little brother?"

"I'm not jealous of Scott," he says, gritting his teeth. "And don't call me little brother."

"Why are you so strung up, then, if you're not baselessly jealous?"

He finds his reply being interrupted for the second time that day, this time by a distant rumbling coming from the sky. All activities on the ground cease as everyone turns to the increasing volume of an invisible running engine. Theo scans the space above them, at first not grasping anything in motion, until a burst of light reveals a flying, glowing red bus coming down fast to the ground.

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Someone goes to alert Chiron as the rest of them scamper to the landing site by the amphitheater. The bus landed surprisingly smooth, despite its breakneck descent.

"Is that a Ferrari bus?" One of the campers points out.

Sure enough, the logo at the front of the vehicle, a black prancing horse on a yellow background, is of the famous luxury sports brand. But why would there be a flying Ferrari bus at Camp Half-Blood?

"Oh gods," Lori gasps somewhere on Theo's left. "Is that dad's sun chariot?"

As if on cue, the bus door opens, and a teenager who looks about Theo's age exits, wearing what he can only describe as a hipster look. He flashes a blinding grin - and quite literally at that, since they have to shield their eyes momentarily from the glimmer of his teeth - clears his throat dramatically, and announces:

"Hello demigods

The sun landed on your grounds

I am so awesome."

There's silence at first, then a series of enthusiastic applause from Brett and the rest of cabin seven comes next. The teenager bows theatrically, although Theo finds nothing extraordinary about what he just said. But soon, the others join in with half-hearted claps, recognizing the powerful aura suddenly seeping into their skins that could only mean there's a god among them - well, another god, aside from Dionysus, their Camp Director. And with the terrible haiku, there will be no mistaking who graced their camp today. The last time Theo had seen him, during the almost war on his first year at camp, the god had worn the body of a muscular mid-20's blond man. Now, it seems he favors to look even younger despite his four thousand years.

"Lord Apollo," Chiron's voice drowns out the applaud as he trots forward, now in his form as a white stallion from the waist down. "It's a pleasant surprise. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

Mr. D isn't as warm. He snorts, rolling his eyes. "Oh, bother, what brought you here now?"

Apollo's bright persona doesn't falter as he gestures at the bus - that is apparently his sun chariot. Theo remembers the time when he almost drove Apollo's chariot, if the Hermes cabin did not snitch it from under their noses, and thus putting three cabins grounded after a severe prank war. He had to take Liam's dish duties and pay him just so his present for Stiles could be delivered in time for Christmas.

"I'm here at the request of my little sister." The god says proudly, as the door opens again, this time with grumbling teenage and prepubescent girls coming out from the bus. All dressed in the same outfit: silver jackets, silver camo pants, and black combat boots, and they carry at their backs a quiver of sharp silver arrows. They glance at Apollo with apparent distrust, standing as far away from him as possible, as the god continues, "To deliver her hunters safely while she's away on a personal errand."

Several demigods groan in displeasure at the news, and even Chiron's lips form a thin line, though he tries to smile through the tension. Mr. D seems to be delighted now, though, happier to see the strange, vicious-looking ladies than his own brother. Personally, it feels like an omen of danger. Mr. D is never happy unless something perilous is about to descend upon his campers - even if his own daughter, Malia, is among them.

"Thank you, Lord Apollo." One of the hunters says albeit she looks physically pained by her words. She stands at the front of the group, a silver ring headwear around her head, with bouncing black curls, a pointed nose, and a strong chin. The other hunters also look at her when she speaks. It's easy to recognize her as the group's leader. "And thank you, Lord Dionysus, Chiron, for accomodating the hunters of Lady Artemis."

Chiron nods at the girl, eyes softening with kindness born out of familiarity, "You're always welcome, Allison."

Mr. D laughs boisterously, then. Like his punishment has just been lifted and he can go back to Olympus and away from the brats, celebrating by getting drunk on wine after years of prohibition. "Well, at least, Capture the Flag this Friday seems more enticing now, don't you think so, Chiron?" He gives a wicked grin at his campers, not waiting for a reply, his change in demeanor promising a torturous next few days for the demigods. "Ready to lose the Camp Half-Blood banner to these little girls for the 58th time in a row?"

~•~

[mysterytickingegos]

Ouija Board

Pairing: Ghost!Blank x Reader (Ambiguous)

Genre: Paranormal

Word Count: 1,512

Summary: Sequel to Blank’s Winter Ficlet. After months of Blank poking at your sanity out of boredom, you bring your friends home to get their help, and someone brings a Ouija board into the mix. The day ends with you being left with more questions than answers. (There will probably be another part to this later.)

Anonymous Request: 1. Blankgameplays 2. she/her 3. Platonic/ambiguous 4. Fluff (meet cute, like Blanky Boi is 'haunting' {would you call it haunting? is he even a ghost?} reader's house) Prompt: 63 - Reader: “I don’t believe in ghosts.” Blank: *about to ruin this mans whole career* Please and thank you with extra sprinkles on top ♥ ☆ﾟ.*♥･｡ﾟ♥

Authors Note: First off, to get it out of the way, I was originally using a gif from the tumblr search option, and I removed it when asked. Even though I’ve done so, I can’t remove the reply because they blocked me before I even saw the notification. The gif you should be seeing (if it matches the image description) is one I made myself. Now, onto the important stuff- Oh my god, it is about time I got this done! I’m so sorry it took this long for me to get to it! If it helps in any way I finished this fic with idea’s on continuing it later so...you’ll probably be getting more out of your request than most!

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[Image Description: A gif of Ethan (Crankgameplays) edited to be spooky with multicolored layers. He leans towards the camera and speaks ominously.]

You’d started out with nerves of steel.

Ghosts weren’t real. You knew that.

It’s an old house, and you have an overactive imagination. That’s what you told yourself, over and over again, even once it stopped making sense. But there’s only so many times you can catch things moving on their own, or you could hear that distant voice, before you started to get a little tense. So when you finally hit your limit, you turned to your friends, bringing them to the house in the hopes that they could confirm what you’d been seeing. Or not.

“Okay, before we go in, here’s the plan. We don’t talk about it.” You started, keeping Vi and Eric on the stairs. “Because I think if it knows that I told you about it, it won’t do anything. Like, try to make me look crazy.”

“You do look a little crazy right now.” Violet quipped, nudging you further up the stairs. “Come on, we get it. Act normal, pay attention, let’s get ghost hunting.”

“Ugh, please don’t call it that.” You unlocked the front door, stepping in with your friends following right behind you.

You tossed your keys onto the counter, and the sudden noise was all it took to make Eric yelp. You and Violet both turned to look at him, seeing him cover his face with his hand. “Sorry...”

You sighed, already close to giving up on this plan. You were pretty sure the so-called ghost didn’t even have to do anything. Eric was so nervous and Violet was so excited about this whole thing that they’d probably make up their own ghost story by the time you finished painting the office.

But you trudged forward, bringing them upstairs and getting to work.

You dug your speaker out of the closet, putting some decent music on and leaving it in the corner of the room. Eric pried the paint can open and Violet started lining the room with painting tape. For the first time in a long time, you were all stuck in an uncomfortable silence. waiting for something to happen.

But the day went off without a hitch. It was late in the evening when you finished painting the walls and your friends got ready to leave. “You know, if this was your way of trying to get free labor out of us, fair play to you.” Vi joked, slinging her bag over her shoulders at the door. “But honestly, I’m kind of bummed.”

You shook your head. “I swear I wasn’t, guys. I’m sorry. God, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Eric came up behind you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey it’s alright, you can- well I mean if you want you can stay with us for-���

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a small thud and a clattering sound coming from the room right above you, the office. All three of you looked up at the ceiling, then at each other, before making a quick pace back upstairs. You flicked the light back on to see that the half-empty bucket of paint you’d left was now on it’s side, and the color of the floor now matched the walls.

“...Dude, this thing is an asshole.” Vi said bluntly, earning a quiet plea from Eric not to make it mad.

“I knew it! I told you! There’s no way this shit just happens, right?” Despite the fact your floor was ruined, you couldn’t help but get excited. “I mean it’s ridiculous but this happens all the time.”

“Okay, this is going to get even cooler, beeecause...” Vi grinned, pulling her bag back around and digging through it until she found what she was looking for, something wrapped in a beige cloth. “Guess what I brought.”

You watched her unwrap what turned out to be a planchette, which had been wrapped in what turned out to be a cloth Ouija board. Eric coughed nervously, taking a small step back towards the stairs, “I actually uh..I can’t stay, I sort of have a-a doctors appointment! Yeah, that. That’s what I have to get to.”

“It’s seven at night.”

“Yeah, um...it’s therapy. You know, they stay open late and...yeah.” And with that Eric excused himself from any further ‘ghost hunting,’ fleeing out the front door. Before you could also object to the idea of talking to the ghost, Vi grabbed your hand and pulled you along to the living room.

“Do you have any candles?” She asked, kneeling down on the floor and spreading out the Ouija board.

“I have a couple scented candles we could light, I guess...” You shrugged and went around collecting them. You started to say something more but stopped to rethink it. This was ridiculous. Lighting candles for a ouijia board? Acknowledging any of this ghost nonsense felt silly enough to you, just a couple months ago stuff like this was all a big joke to you. But what other explanation could there be for everything you had experienced? Maybe you should have done a bit more research, set up a camera or-

“Y/n?” Vi called out from the floor, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Swallowing your pride, you brought the candles and a matchbox over and kneeled across from her. “So since when are you interested in all this, anyway?”

“What, ghosts and stuff?” She stayed quiet for a moment as she helped you set the candles up on either side of the two of you. “I dunno, I guess I’m just starting to notice that maybe...things aren’t as they seem. Kind of like you. But I actually find it fun. So, are you ready to do this?”

You nodded. “I guess so...” Placing your fingers on the planchette, you took a deep breathe before you started. “Hello?”

“Hello? That’s all you’ve got?”

“Shush.”

“I’m just saying, maybe-” “It’s my house that’s haunted so-”

HELLO

You both fell silent again, glancing up at each other. She looked like she might explode from excitement and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. Then, you kept going. “My name is Y/n, this is my friend Violet.”

I  K N O W

“What’s your name?”

The planchette began to move again, but this time rather than settle on any letters or even move towards ‘No,’ it moved to a blank patch of the cloth.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you waited for any movement, but it didn’t come. “Do you have a name?”

D O  N O T  R E M E M B E R

‘Oh.’ You felt a pang in your heart at that.

Vi pouted a little, her head tilting to the side. She was the next to ask something. “What are you?”

G H O S T

“Alright-”

M A Y B E

“...Maybe?”

D O  N O T  R E M E M B E R

Chills ran down your spine. That was not a comforting thought. “Is there anything else in the house with us?”

NO

“You’ve really been scaring my friend, you know.” Vi said, looking cautiously around the room as she spoke.

I  K N O W

It took everything you had to keep your shaking hands on the planchette. “Do you want me to leave?”

Nothing happened. You waited, your heart pounding out of your chest. The sun had officially set, making the house pitch black aside from your little pocket of candlelight. You could almost make out a shadow over the board, it’s source seemingly coming from behind you. You didn’t dare mention it. “Do you want to be alone here again? Because I’d understand that.”

Even more dead silence.

Violet let out a sharp sigh, taking one hand off the planchette, despite your objection, to rub her temple. “Are you still there?”

YES

“I just want to understand why you’re doing this.” You said, much quieter than you meant.

S O R R Y

“You’re sorry?”

S T A Y

“But...what?”

You and Violet sat there for another thirty minutes, asking questions and waiting for answers that never came. The spirit was apparently done talking. “Alright, well...” Violet stood up, putting her bag back on.

“What? Wait, I don’t get any of this. What do I do?” You began to panic, not entirely sure if you should be leaving the board yet.

“You can have the board, keep trying tomorrow, I don’t know. Look-” Her tone was coming off uncharacteristically harsh now, as she avoided your eyes. “My head is splitting, think it’s all the candle fumes. I’m gonna breeze off, good luck though.”

You squinted at the door when it hit you what she said. "Breeze off?” Shaking it off, you turned your attention back to your unusual roommate. “Okay, I’m going to call it a night I guess. I have paint to clean up so,” You moved the planchette to ‘Goodbye,’ taking your hands off and being seconds away from blowing out the candles when it moved all on it’s own.

G O O D N I G H T

[luvlyrv]

Our Songs | pt. 5 | Wendy x f!Reader sm!au

Summary: You and Wendy are rising musicians who are garnering attention. As the both of you decide to begin working on writing songs together, will you catch each other's attention too?

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This was the ONLY thing I have saved from when I lost all of my writing because I already transferred into my tumblr drafts! I just had to do some editing today, but yeah it was basically finished a month ago now... I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to update this series.

Date: 1/12/21 (written)

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You're at Wendy's place like you promised and ring the doorbell. Quickly, you hear footsteps and watch as the door swings open to see an excited Wendy. She opens up her arms and you give each other a warm hug.

You enter her house, and it's a cozy sight. It was a modest house with warm colors on the wall and matching colored furniture. Then, you notice a sweet and chocolatey smell coming from what you assumed was the kitchen. You can't help but to begin cracking open a smile as you look at Wendy.

"Did you make something just for me?"

Wendy smiles back at you and gently pushes your shoulder.

"Of course I did, silly. I told you I'd pay you back properly."

Wendy takes your hand and you shyly follower her into her kitchen. There she had dinner laid out as well as some brownies and cookies that she had freshly baked. You could feel your mouth watering at the sight.

"Well I be damned, you might be a better chef than me."

Wendy laughs at your comment before trying to be modest.

"Hey, you probably do a lot more cooking than I do. I prefer baking over cooking proper meals."

"But seriously… this all looks so good. Let's take a picture together and post it! I want people to know!"

"Know what?" Wendy asks you while laughing a little bit at your bubbling excitement.

"That the great Wendy went through all of this effort just for me." You gush.

You pull Wendy close to you and grab your phone. The close proximity making Wendy panic just a bit. She calms herself down though as you position the both of you in front of the food, taking a picture and uploading it on Twitter. The both of you are smiling happily and you decided to just tweet a ":D" with the photo. Wendy retweets it before the both of you sit down and eat dinner together.

Occasionally though, the both of you check Twitter to see everyone's responses. Reading the replies aloud to each other, the both of you feel happy to see fans happy about your blossoming friendship.

"I'm really happy that Seulgi pushed me to do this collaboration with you." You confess to Wendy with a smile. She nods her head in agreement.

"I think I'm really lucky to meet a person as cool and genuine as you."

It was a heartfelt moment to be acknowledging the enjoyment the both of you received from each other's presence. The both of you continued reading replies, most of them spurring the two of you to continue complimenting each other. Although… there were some replies that warranted a different response. After laughing at a previous comment, Wendy began reading a different one.

"Oh look, this person says that you and I would… make a good couple." Wendy says, all of a sudden rubbing her neck and looking bashful. You watch her as she says this and feel equally as embarrassed. You tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"I mean, how would they know right? It's just been some banter and one picture of us together." Wow. Real smooth there.

The two of you decide to go about dinner without anymore Twitter, and time once again slips by as you're both engrossed in conversing with each other.

After you both finished dinner, Wendy began microwaving some popcorn and had you sit on the couch. She pulls up Netflix on the TV as sits with a large, warm bowl of popcorn in her lap and you reaching for popcorn to put in your mouth.

"What do you wanna watch?" She asks you.

"Anything you wanna watch, it's up to you." You shrug in response.

"You know, I really hate indecisive people." She teases you.

In the end though, Wendy chose a random and a bit unknown romcom to watch with you. To be honest though, it was kind of a bad movie, leading you to slowly drift away into sleep. Although you found the movie boring, Wendy was a sucker for romance, a sucker for comedy, and especially a sucker for what were seen as cheap and bad movies. She was totally engrossed.

When you first started watching the movie with Wendy, you guys were already sitting next to each other. By the time you fell asleep though, the already small gap between the two of you was completely closed. When Wendy stopped paying attention to the moving and turned her head over to gage your reaction. She was shocked to see that instead of sitting there, watching the movie with her, your head had found its way onto her shoulder.

She bit back a smile while looking down on you. Thoughts about how cute you looked began to creep into her mind, but she pushed them away. She sets the bowl of popcorn down and carefully moved out of your way. Quietly, she makes her way to her bedroom and picks out a blanket for you to use. She returns to your sleeping form and lays it across your body to keep you warm.

"Goodnight, Y/N." She whispers. She begins to walk out of the living room and back into her room.

As Wendy does this though, your eyes flutter open just a little bit. You watch as Wendy slowly leaves the room. You don't bother calling out to her or getting up. Your face heats up in embarrassment at the thought of you dozing off in front of Wendy so easily like that. You feel a strange fuzziness in your stomach as you bask in the smell of the blanket though. It smelled of Wendy, and something about it seemed so intoxicating to you. Quickly, you drift back to sleep again.

The sun has risen and so has your body. When your eyes opened you took in the sight of the living room, a sight much different from the bedroom you'd usually be greeted with. Conveniently, Wendy had begun waking up herself around the same time. You hear a soft click from her bedroom door as she opens it, walking into the living room. Rubbing her eyes she catches you awake and smiles. Before she can say anything though, you wanted to thank her.

"Thanks for the blanket, and sorry for falling asleep so suddenly… I'm sure the movie was great." You laugh towards the end, knowing the it most definitely wasn't if the beginning of the movie had anything to say.

"No problem. You know, hanging out with you is really fun." Wendy admits.

"I'm glad you think that." You said quietly.

The both of you decide to just have cereal for breakfast, and once again you find yourselves talking.

"Mmm," you begin saying while in a middle of a bite. You swallow first and then continue talking. "Hey, I just realized we haven't exchanged numbers at all!"

Wendy takes a second to think.

"I guess we really haven't."

"How about you give me your number?"

"Is this your way of hitting on me?"

"No no no, really I just want your number." You shake your head at her. Wendy giggles a bit and you exchange numbers.

"Besides giving me your number, you know what else we should do? We should make a video together to keep building up the hype for our EP." You tell Wendy, and her face seems to beam with intrigue at the idea.

"That sounds really cool, your place or my place?"

"How about we do one at both of our places and post it on our different YouTube channels?"

"Yeah, what would we do though?" Wendy asks for clarification.

"How about…" You think for a second. "How about we can do one where we sing a duet and then another were we just ask some prompt questions?"

Wendy agrees with your proposal. Soon enough though, you feel like it's time to go. Before you get to open Wendy's door to leave though, she hugs you from the back.

"Thanks for coming over, Y/N." Wendy speaks into your back.

She doesn't see it, but you feel your face heat up again.

"Anytime, like you said, hanging out with you is fun."

You say your goodbyes and head back home.

[ragewerthers]

Brittle

Summary: Midoriya is finally going to get Shinsou back for all the times he's used his quirk on him and pranked him!

How?

With a prank of his own!

However, that can be a little difficult when you have a clever boyfriend... and you can't keep a straight face.

A/n: This is based off of a prompt I received from a very, very patient anon on tumblr!  

They were looking for a Shinsou/Deku or Bakugou/Deku fic with a lee!Midoriya!  

I'm so sorry it took so long to create, but I hope that this fic will brighten your day and get a few laughs!  This was my first time writing these two so I hope I did them justice!

You can also find read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23775139

Enjoy! :D

Word Count: 2128

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“Are you enjoying the movie, Hitoshi?” Midoriya asked, glancing up at his boyfriend as they sat on his bed.  It wasn’t the most interesting of date nights, but really they both had agreed long ago that the quietness of just being able to be together was more than enough.

Deku felt his heart flutter a bit as his boyfriend glanced down at him, still unused to being under his intense stare.  “Yes.  Though I didn’t realize you were a fan of rom-coms,” Shinsou teased.

Midoriya instantly felt his cheeks heating up and ducked his head, fiddling with his fingers.  “I-I… it’s… I just…,” the green-haired teen began to ramble, but soon he found Shinsou’s lips against his cheek making his cheeks flush up even more under the gentle attention.

“It’s cute,” Shinsou promised gently, the arm wrapped around Deku hugging him just a little closer.

Okay.  Now he was definitely somewhere between crimson and scarlet on the blush-o-meter.  But as lovely and sweet and wonderful as this evening was turning out there was something that he had been planning for awhile and he really, really didn’t want to get deterred.

The plan?

Operation Prank Shinsou!

Was it the most creative name?  No.

Was it the most elaborate prank?  Also no.

But it was something he had been wanting to try for the longest time!  Shinsou always managed to prank or tease him somehow.  Whether it was by using his quirk on him or simply because he was clever by nature.  But this time… oh this time Deku knew he had him for sure!

“You’re c-cute too,” Midoriya murmured back after he realized he’d not responded in awhile, getting a chuckle from Shinsou as they both settled back down for the movie.

He could feel the way Shinsou was starting to relax once more against him and that was the first step in making sure things went according to plan.

The more relaxed and unassuming he was, the more the prank would work on him!

As the movie went on for a little while longer, Deku kept glancing at his nightstand and the various items on it.  Something he had assumed he’d been incredibly careful about until he felt a little squeeze to his shoulder.  Looking up he noticed Shinsou’s gaze back on him, a confused expression on his face.  “Everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah!  I just… I’m ready for a snack aren’t you?” he asked, shifting a bit so he could reach for a can on his nightstand.

But it was no ordinary can.

Oh the genius of it!

It looked like a harmless, delicious can of peanut brittle, but in reality?  It was filled with spring loaded fake snakes!

Giggling to himself at the sheer brilliance of what was to happen, Deku sat back on the bed, cuddling back up to his boyfriend.  “I thought you’d enjoy something sweet!  I bought some peanut brittle earlier and I figured why not save it for our movie night?” he offered, handing the can to Shinsou with the widest smile on his face.

Glancing from Deku to the can, Shinsou couldn’t help lifting an eyebrow.  “Ah… so… is this what you were looking at so much?” he asked.

Deku nodded emphatically, fighting back another bout of giggles as Shinsou took the can from him.  Midoriya couldn’t help leaning away slightly and bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.  “You… You should have the honors of opening it.  I know you like your sweets,” he said, eyes darting from the can to Shinsou and back again.

Now it was Shinsou’s turn to try and fight a smile, biting his lower lip as he watched the glee overcoming Deku’s features.

“Ah... yes.  I really could go for some… ‘peanut brittle’.  It’s always been a super secret favorite of mine.  Oh how did you know?” he asked, slowly moving his other hand to the lid of the can.

Deku brought his other hand up to try and hide his growing smile, watching as Shinsou began to slowly pry open the lid.  Oh this was going to be so good!  His poor boyfriend didn’t suspect a thing!

But in a flash the can was pointed toward him and before he could say a word, Shinsou opened the lid, sending the snakes flying out toward him.

The shriek that left his mouth was something he would deny for the rest of his life.  He was a hero in training!  Admitting that fake snakes springing from a can that he himself had bought was too shameful to ever speak of again!

He only managed to be drawn from his stupor as the sound of laughter finally reached his ears.

Looking up from under the multitude of fake snakes that now covered him, he could just make out Shinsou curled up on his side, laughing harder than he could ever remember.

“O-Oh my gahad!” he wheezed, glancing over to Midoriya before busting out into even heavier laughter.  “You… yo-you should’ve heheheard yourself!”  Shinsou was absolutely beside himself with laughter.

Midoriya could feel his cheeks heating up as he looked down at the little snakes that still clung to him.

“Y-Yeah well… if you had just opened them like you were supposed to then I wouldn’t have sounded so silly,” Midoriya grumbled, sitting up a bit more and picking a few of the snakes off of himself, dropping them over the side of the bed.

“That’s right.  You had planned on making me sound like the silly one, isn’t that right, Deku?” Shinsou’s voice purred next to him and instantly Midoriya felt his face heat up even more.

Glancing over to his boyfriend he could see his smile growing and his eyes instantly widened, a shaky smile already forming on his own lips.

“U-Um… no?” he squeaked, leaning back further and further the more Shinsou followed him until he felt his back hit the mattress.

“Oh… I think you did, Midoriya.  And… I think you need to pay for acting so villainous,” Shinsou teased.

“N-No!  No it’s not fair!  You u-use your quirk on me all the time to p-pra-hahank stahahahap!” Midoriya giggled, unable to finish his sentence as he already felt a hand spidering up his left side, making him try to turn over and curl up into a protective ball.

Shinsou was having none of it and instantly moved to straddle his waist, quickly gathering up his wrists in one hand and pinning them overhead.

“Is that right?  Then I will show you that I definitely don’t need to use my quirk to make you pay for your treachery!” Shinsou promised as Deku continued to giggle nervously beneath him, squirming this way and that as he tried to wriggle his way free.  He knew that if he put strength into it he could definitely get his hands free, but he also knew that there was no way he was going to inadvertently fling his boyfriend into the wall because he was afraid of his impending doom!

What was worse, was that Shinsou knew this as well.

Oh he was in trouble.

“No!  You d-don’t have to waitwaitwahahait!” he giggled nervously as Shinsou turned his free hand into a claw, letting it drop quickly toward Midoriya’s stomach making him squeak and jump without ever touching him.  He hated this part!  The moments before the attack where Shinsou would get him feeling nervous and a million times more vulnerable by feinting little attack to his stomach, his sides, his ribs until finally...

“I don’t have to wait?  Well… if you insist,” Shinsou said lightly and with that, his fingers made their attack!

“Nononono-ahahahaha!  Shinsahahahagahad!” Deku cried out, his laughter leaving him in one big rush as skilled fingers scribbled over his stomach.  The fingers fluttered their way from one side to the other.  The sensation had his back arching off the bed before attempting to try and suck his stomach in to protect himself.

“None of that, Deku-kun!  Take your punishment for your evil peanut brittle plans!” Shinsou teased, bringing his hand up to rest against Deku’s lower ribs, his thumb starting to massage deeply right underneath the sensitive bones.

Midoriya instantly yelped as the ticklish sensation raced up his body making him rock back and forth to try and get away from that evil hand.

“B-But ihihit dihihidn’t even wohohohohork!  Stahahahahap it!” he cried out in ticklish laughter, the sound intensifying as he felt Shinsou’s hand starting to vibrate up his ribs.

“Because I’m such a clever hero who knows when evil is about to attack,” Shinsou teased, watching as Midoriya’s freckles began to stand out against the blush spreading over his nose and cheeks from laughing.  “Now… apologize like the good little villain you are and I’ll stop.”

“Thahahat’s n-not fahahahair!” Deku giggled hysterically as Shinsou brought his hand up from Midoriya’s ribs, letting them flutter under his chin and along the side of his neck.  This always got the most adorable giggle fits out of the poor guy and Shinsou could never get enough.

“Of course it is!  I almost had snakes on me, Deku.  How could you do that to me?” he sighed dramatically, feeling the way Midoriya tried to scrunch his shoulder to hide his sensitive neck.  “Well… if you’re going to be difficult I guess I have no choice.  You brought this on yourself, Midoriya.”

Before he could say anything, ask what his boyfriend meant by that, he felt his wrists released… and then the real attack began.

His reflexes were a second too slow to bring his arms down before he felt fingers tickling against his armpits, the laughter erupting out of him louder than even he could remember.  “HIHIHIHITOSHIHIHI!  PLEHEHEASE!” he positively howled, his head tossed back in laughter as tears of mirth gathered on his eyelashes.

“What was that?  Was that an apology?  Didn’t sound like an apology to me?” Shinsou teased with that wide grin of his, his fingers still scribbling quickly against his smaller boyfriends underarms as Deku’s legs kicked out behind him.

“I’M SAHAHAHARRY!  I’M SO-SOSAHAHARRY GAHAHAHAD!” he cackled, his arms clasped tight to his sides and having absolutely no effect in stopping his evil boyfriend!  The only saving grace was that this time he hadn’t used his quirk on him.  There was no way he would’ve survived if Shinsou had been able to control his movements!

“God?  Well… you don’t have to flatter me, but I suppose I can let you off with a light warning,” Shinsou teased, his fingers slowing down their attack to just light flutters of his fingertips.  The gentle tickles keeping Midoriya caught up in frantic, bubbly giggles.

“Y-You’re so mehehean,” Midoriya giggled, twitching every once in awhile from the soft tickles until finally the teasy sensations stopped and he felt warm lips press against his own.

Slowly his giggling subsided at the sweet kisses, his eyes opening to find Shinsou watching him with the most gentle expression.  His cheeks were already red from laughter, but that didn’t stop them from trying to blush more at the look he was getting.

“You’re the one who had treachery in your heart,” Shinsou teased softly, giving his fingers one last little wriggle against Midoriya’s upper ribs, making him giggle one last time before stopping and rolling over to lay beside his partner.

“I th-thought… thought it was clever…,” Midoriya panted, soon finding himself cuddled up in Shinsou’s arms and easily complying.  Turning onto his side he curled up against his chest, catching his breath as Shinsou soothed over his back.

“It would’ve been… if you weren’t so terrible at lying and keeping a poker face,” Shinsou chuckled, causing Midoriya to give a little laugh.

“Was it really that bad?”

“You might as well have handed me the can and said ‘There’s snakes in here.  Open it’,” Shinsou said lightly.  “But it was still cute watching you try.  We’ll have to work on that.”

“Well… it was nice getting a chance to see you laugh.  Even at my expense,” Midoriya murmured with a soft smile, eyes closing as he nuzzled closer to Shinsou.  The soft touch to his back and the warmth from his boyfriend easily making him ready to nod off after that little tickle attack.

Shinsou smiled softly as he heard that, pressing a little kiss to his boyfriends fluffy hair.  “Well… you definitely know how to make me smile, Izuku,” he murmured, making Midoriya smile.

Deku gave a contented little hum and felt himself slowly starting to lose his battle against an impending nap.  However, even if he wasn’t the best at pranks and hadn’t succeeded, if this was how all of his pranks ended… he really wouldn’t mind at all.

But he was going to get him next time for sure!

[dirigibleplumbing]

Fic Writer Interview

Thank you @fanfictiongreenirises​ for the tag, I love doing these! 

Name(s): dirigibleplumbing, also diri, dirigible, or Naomi 

Fandom(s): I mainly write Steve/Tony. I have a couple weird little crossovers and then some Yuletide fic on my ao3 too. But I have some novel-length Star Trek (Kirk/Spock) and Hannibal (Will/Hannibal) in the works. 

Where you post: Ao3, and then I make tumblr posts for the Ao3 pieces. 

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos): Every True Thing  In which MCU post-everyone-lived-Endgame Steve and Tony are both dosed with truth serum. 

Most Popular Multi-Chapter (by kudos): Ashes to Ashes, an Infinity War fix-it via group Groundhog Day loop, which I haven’t reread since I finished it and I’m a little scared to see how it holds up 

Favorite story you’ve written so far: This isn’t my usual answer, and I think it may change again after I finish up a few WIPs, but at this moment it’s No Surprises 

Fic you were nervous to post: I was probably most nervous about Lay Me Low because it’s my first published darkfic and, like... a window into my id. 

How do you choose your titles?: How DO I choose my titles? I guess... important lines or themes, song lyrics, making my spouse do it, random word generators, asking my dog for advice, or some combination thereof 

Do you outline?: Yes. Though I frequently start writing pieces before outlining them, I generally can’t use anything from that stage, or have to rewrite it massively, but it gets me started. The only exception is Personal Use, which I wrote entirely without an outline and happened mostly by accident. (The first sequel had an outline though, as does the in-progress one.) 

Complete: 35 written pieces

In-Progress: 0

Coming soon/not yet started: Y’know what, I came here to have a good time, and I’m feeling so attacked right now! Okay so, depending on how you want to count, I have approximately 18 WIPs that I’m actively working on, another 6 or 7 that I’ve started and have in the back of my mind, another half-dozen I’ve currently abandoned, and then several more I just have some scattered notes for and haven’t started actually working on.

Prompts?: I opened prompts up a while ago, said I’d write them in a week, and haven’t finished a single one. I am working on them, I swear! In the meantime, you are welcome to send me prompts and I will work on them at some point! I’m trying to prioritize the first prompts I got, and other than external deadlines will just work on whatever I’m most excited about in the moment, but yeah, sure, I’m taking prompts :D 

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: I’m working on a big angsty 616 Civil War fix-it that is now fully outlined and, while it’s in an awkward stage right now, I can’t wait to read it when it’s done. There’s also this MCU thing I’ve been working and on -- on and off -- for years and I have high hopes for the poorly negotiated kink and emotional manipulation therein. 

I tag: @elcorhamletlive​ @arukou-arukou​ @hollypunkers​ @whenas-in-silks​ @kiyaar​ @blossomsinthemist​ @sineala​ @silkspectred​ @suitofhumour​ @onlymorelove​ and anyone else who wants to do it! 

[gaylotusthatexists]

An Accidental Confession

pairing: dukexiety

summary: Virgil and Remus are relaxing together after a day at school, when Remus confesses something neither of them expected.

trigger warnings: swearing, blood mention, general remus-related body horror mention

word count: 1080

a/n: Yo, I wrote this based on a prompt by @pattonkittysquad2 over on the big bang discord server, so you can blame them for this entirely. Had a great time writing it tho, so thank you <3 Anyway this was just be practising writing dukexiety, but I hope y’all enjoy ^^

ao3

Virgil spread his legs out across the bed as he ran his fingers through Remus' hair. He hadn't exactly planned for this to happen, but it wasn't his fault that Remus had his head laid on his stomach, in the perfect position for Virgil to play with his hair. And Remus didn't seem to be objecting, so Virgil saw no reason to stop. Maybe asides from the fact that his brain wouldn't stop screaming because Remus was so close.

He was rambling on about something, Virgil was pretty sure. He wasn't quite paying attention. For the last hour or so since they arrived back at Virgil's place, Virgil had been scrolling through Tumblr on his phone, mostly looking at aesthetics and reblogging the occasional piece of art. This wasn't the first time they had done this, of course. Remus came round after school almost very day, and if he didn't he was often on call to Virgil for several hours, but...

Christ, they had never been this close. He supposed that Remus was just exhausted, or something. Tired. Exam season was coming up soon, and whilst Remus wasn't exactly a brilliant student, Virgil knew that he tried his best in his studies, and exam stress was definitely beginning to get to him. To get to both of them.

So nights like this was good. Nights where they didn't have to worry about school, where they could just lie together and be at peace. Remus was letting out his thoughts and emotions and Virgil was just relaxing.

"So then I just stab the guy, right? And-"

Oh. That didn't sound great. What was Remus talking about again?

"-then another monster comes round the corner, and at this point I've got basically no weapons and I'm completely fucked, y'know?"

Ah. A video game, probably. Remus did play a lot of those, Virgil noticed. Horror games particularly. Virgil himself wasn't a massive fan - he was a big fan of sleeping at night, not really a fan of staying up and staring at the door in case a horrible beast burst threw and ate off his face.

"-but of course I'm gonna keep going, because I gotta rescue my true love or whatever, right? Like, if you were stuck in a tower obviously I'd come and save you, so it wasn't really a question-"

Virgil froze. He stared at his phone screen for a second, vision blurring slightly, before he blinked and glanced down at Remus.

"Sorry, what did you just say?" he asked.

Remus smirked. "I tore the guys arm off and blood splattered everywhere," he repeated, proudly.

"No, uh, before that."

He frowned. "Before... Oh. Right." He sat up, readjusting himself to sit cross legged. "You mean about you being stuck in a tower?"

Virgil nodded, slowly.

"Yeah, I probably fantasise about that a little too much, I think Roman's a bad influence on me."

Virgil tried his best to remain calm. "D-Did you mean that other thing you said, though?"

Remus hummed. "What other thing?"

"You... You implied that you love me?"

Remus' eyes widened. "Oh, shit, did I?"

"Kinda?"

"Is... Is that okay?" he asked, moving his legs so they hung off the bed. "It's okay if it isn't. I mean, I do kinda think of you like that, but I understand if you don't, like it's fine, I-"

Virgil's thoughts exploded in a million different directions. Was Remus really saying what he thought he was saying? Was... Was this a confession of love, or something? Was this what Virgil had been waiting for, for so long, what he hadn't even thought he'd been waiting for?

Maybe he had known it. All those nights that the two had spent together, laughing and playing and sharing secrets. All those years where it was just the two of them, protecting each other, looking out for each other, taking on the world together. All of those hugs they had shared, the tears they had shed, the smiles they had traded. And now...

"Oh, God, sorry, I'm freaking you out now-"

Virgil shut him up by pressing their lips together and all of a sudden things began to make sense. In that moment, their hearts intertwined as one, beating in sync. Remus melted into Virgil, reaching his arms around his shoulders and kissing back. It was passionate, verging on aggressive, as they made up for all those years lost.

And when Virgil finally pulled away, he looked at Remus, staring back in shock. That look just made him panic again.

"Sorry, was that too-"

"Don't apologise," Remus said, moving closer to Virgil. "I just wasn't-"

"I feel the same way," Virgil blurted out, immediately turning a bright shade of pink a few moments later.

Remus giggled. "Wow, really? I never would've guessed-"

"Shut up," Virgil grumbled, shoving him playfully. "I... God, I didn't even realise it until just now."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Yeah... H-How long have you-"

"Years," Remus said. "Since... Remember that time we went exploring in the woods and found that stone wall?"

Virgil nodded. "We climbed it and I fell off. I got a cut on my knee, it was bleeding for days..."

"That's when I first figured it out," Remus said. "The thought of losing you made me realise that I wanted to be with you, all the time. I-It was silly, because it was hardly a fall, you were fine, but... We were young."

"That- That was, like, five years ago, though," Virgil said.

"Yup." Remus smirked. "I was waiting."

For a moment longer, the two just stared at each other, until Virgil burst into laughter. He wasn't sure why - maybe he was just happy, or maybe it was something about Remus' smile. He threw his arms around Remus again and pulled him in for a hug, returning to scrolling into his phone, just happy that he understood what was so special about the two of them now.

"So, does this make us boyfriends?" Remus asked.

"Eh, I wouldn't put a label on it yet," Virgil said.

"But do I get to kiss you?"

"Absolutely."

[tessadoesstuff]

Run It With Love - Chapter 1

For the KOTOBER event from Tumblr!

For Day 1 - Beast

Next Chapter!

A non-linear story of Bly, Aayla, and Quinlan in the time of the Knights of the Old Republic games (about 3,800 years before the prequels) designed to be read without any knowledge of that game or time.

This story will eventually use all of the prompts from KOTOBER, although for the sake of my sanity I will be posting around 3 prompts a week rather than one a day :D

Thank you to LadyVadar and GoBayern for betaing this fic for me!

Aayla fiddles with the gloves she is wearing, even as she sends a cocky grin over to the crowded sidelines of the racing track. She scans the mass of sentients gathered at the dusty, questionably legal, sandy swoop-racing track until her eyes find where Quinlan has chosen his space. Aayla’s master is about 100 yards past the starting line, leaning over the edge of the track to wave at her. Mission has perched on his shoulders, cackling at something Quinlan must have said. The 14-year-old twi’lek is gripping Quinlan’s shoulders with her legs, her hands in the air, waving at Aayla. Admittedly, that was a very good way to get her attention and make sure she spotted them. Mission’s bright blue skin stood out from the dusty shades of green and brown worn by most of those local to Tatooine.

The organizer of the day’s races, Motta the Hutt, begins speaking over the intercom. He announces that the race would begin soon, which draws Aayla’s attention back to the track ahead of her. She tunes out the fake voice that one of the announcers is putting on – if she had to guess she would put her credits on the twi’lek girl trying to play up the stereotype of the weak, pretty female twi’lek. Whoever the announcer is, they’re repeating the fake backstory Aayla produced when she found herself in this time, declaring her the rookie racer this swoop-racing season.

A second, male announcer takes over as the start light ahead of Aayla starts to power on. She listens a little closer when the announcer mentions the time to beat. 23 seconds doesn’t seem too bad – she had watched racers on Taris do much better when she had watched the season opener. Although to be fair, that had been an entirely different track on a different planet.

Aayla flips the lever on the side of her speeder – no, they’re called swoop bikes at this point in time – to turn on the bike’s custom accelerator on and feels it hum to life beneath her, the extra power surging through the bike. As the lights begin to count down to the start of the race, Aayla wraps her hands around the throttle and brake controls attached to the handles of the speeder. As the go light turns green, Aayla slams the throttle trigger to the handlebar, squeezing it tight, and the bike leaps into motion.

Immediately she shifts to avoid the huge pile of debris in front of her, dodging left towards one of the ten acceleration pads placed along the track to give a boost of speed to a racer. As she passes over the pad, she slams her left handlebar forwards, releasing the speed that her accelerator has been building up. Combined, the two speed boosts send her shooting ahead. Through the air, she can feel the vibrations that mean the male announcer is commenting on something, but only barely.

Her lekku stream out behind her as she hits another speed panel and dodges between two more piles of the Hutt’s junk out on the field, the wind rushing around them as she gains speed until the only vibrations she can hear are the ringing songs of the air. She speeds over two more speed panels placed back to back, releasing her speed from the accelerator again as she hits the second pad, and its ever-so-slight slope is enough that she gets a fair amount of air as she does, and she sails over the ridge of sand left in the track by a previous racer. If her count is right, she’s ten seconds in, and almost halfway there. Her count has never been wrong in any of her practice runs.

The following pad is on the far side of the wide track, and at her high speed she only manages to clip the corner of it, but that sets her up for the next one. She squeezes between a rock arch and an artificial obstacle for a straight drive at the oncoming pad.

She takes a deep breath, and just as she reaches it, she slams both her handlebars forward to activate all of her accelerator’s speed, and then adds just a touch of brakes and twists the handlebars the way Anakin would twist the steering wheel when he pod-raced in the lower levels of Coruscant with her, and the bike shoots into the air, clearing two obstacles and sailing for a good hundred yards, despite the fact that the swoop bikes were clearly designed to hover at less than knee height above the ground.

In the air, Aayla sails over another speed pad without activating it, but the next two are in a straight shot to the finish line. On the ground, Aayla would have to dodge several obstacles to get to them, but airborne, she is able to sail right to them, landing on the tail end of the first and shooting straight at the second and final speed pad, releasing her accelerator’s speed for the last time as she shoots across the finish line.

In the end zone, Aayla lets go of the throttle, which she had been squeezing at max since the start of the race, and eases into the brace as she loops around the circular end zone. When the swoop bike finally comes to a rest, she hops off the bike and looks over to the entrance to the end zone. The gate slams open, and three figures come bounding through into the end zone.

“Bly!” She cries out, throwing her arms around her boyfriend, who gives a chuckle and hugs her back. “How did I do?” She asks. She had been moving too fast to hear when they announced her time. Bly gives a dopey grin back at her.

“22 and a half seconds. You did it! That gives you the top time today unless there are any late challengers.” Aayla grins, still full of the adrenaline from moving that fast. She can see less than half the track from where she’s standing. She leans forward and kisses Bly on each cheek, right on top of his golden tattoos.

“With a race like that? There won’t be any late challengers.” Sam comments from where they’re leaning against their swoop-bike, the Jedi checking the ignition and the accelerator on their swoop bike.

“I know! You were incredible!” Juhani adds. The cathar has one of the biggest grins Aayla has ever seen on her face, and the ponytail that is perched on the back of her head sways back and forth a little as the Jedi padawan bounces up and down a little.

“Oh please, my bike was incredible. You were okay.” Sam comments as they bang their lightsaber against the brakes. Aayla giggles, even as Juhani and Bly make twin noises of protest. “We should start heading back – we agreed to meet Master Vos and Mission outside the swoop offices,” Sam adds, and Aayla waves over one of Motta the Hutt’s employees to take Sam’s bike back to the swoop offices on one of their trailers, now that Sam has given it their thumbs up.

Once the bike was all loaded up, Aayla loops her arm through Bly’s and ducks out of the gate onto the path through the sandy Tatooine wastelands. Sam and Juhani follow one step behind them, the sand crunching under their feet as they begin their trek. The sun is beginning to set, so it is only horribly hot out, as opposed to the nearly deadly heat it had been when the races had started.

“When did you and Juhani get here, Sam? I thought the whole point of me riding this race was that you were going to be busy with our side project.” That gets a sigh out of Juhani.

“We hit a dead-end for today. Mission’s brother definitely came here with his girlfriend after he ditched Mission on Taris.” The cather offers, but that was hardly new news. They had heard as much from said ex-girlfriend when Mission had run into her on Dantooine.

“And Lena’s theory was definitely right – after she dumped Griff, he was employed by Czerka Corp for a while. Unfortunately, he’s missing right now, and the Czerka representative is being dodgy about answering any questions about him.” Sam adds on.

“The more I hear about Mission’s brother, the less I think he’s half the man she thinks he is,” Bly adds. “I mean, he was already on thin ice for abandoning his 12-year-old sister on a planet where the system is designed to oppress and marginalize non-humans like her. But every time I learn something new about him, he still manages to surprise me.” Bly grinds out. Aayla can feel his indignation strong in the force. Bly takes being a good older brother very seriously.

“And, the Czerka representative expressed that while they are too busy to look into it now, if someone were to, say, deal with their Sand People problem on the West Dune Sea, they would be more than happy to help. Not that they would be able to pay the said person.” Sam adds.

“You got to love casual, openly corrupt businesses, don’t you?” Aayla chimes in, and gets snorts of laughter from the others, so she considers it a success.

“It’s horrible. I can’t believe the things Czerka gets away with.” Juhani responds, her disapproval filling the force.

“So, what’s the plan? Do you need us to distract Mission again while you guys keep hunting down this lead?” Aayla chimes back in.

“If that’s possible? That would be ideal.” Sam responded, and Juhani nodded.

“Of course, it is. There’s another race tomorrow.” Aayla smirks.

“Maybe Mission will manage to drag Zaalbar to the race with her this time.” Bly offered, a fond smile on his face.

“I doubt it. I bet sand is a pain to get out of Wookie fur.” Sam chimes back in.

[laceymorganwrites]

Here is 2nd prompt: 1 to 9, 11 to 14, 16, 17, 21 to 24, 28 to 37, 39, 43 to 45, 52, 55, 56(let me guess MGK?), 64, 67, 69, 70, 72, 73, 75 to 81, 83 to 87, 90 to 92, 94, 98, 106 to 123, 125 to 127, 134, 138, 139, 143 to 151, 154 and 155 (cut it in two/three part we gonna have an headache if not) -Sarah

I´m gonna put a cut here lol this is gonna be a long post 

1. Full name

I´m uncomfortable answering that one. My first irl name is Hope though

2. Age

18

3. 3 fears

spiders, lonliness, death

4. 3 things I love

my friends, my cats, writing

5. 4 turn ons

subs, lip biting, intense eye contant, praise

6. 4 turn offs

degrading, forcing control, belittling me, just being disgusting

7. my best friend

met him in tenth grade, best thing that ever happened to me. platonic soulmate, always there for me. Love him with all my heart

8. sexual orientation

lesbian, on the aro spectrum

9. my best first date

never had any

11. What do I miss?

Being able to get a good night´s sleep

12. What time were I born?

Around 4am

13. favorite color?

since black doesn´t count yellow, dark red, dark purple

14. Do I have a crush?

on irls no. On fictional men yes

16. favorite place?

Dublin (especially the pubs)

17. favorite food?

french toast, homemade burgers, pizza

21. Shoe size

38 in Germany (idk the size system of other countries)

22. Eye color

Dark blue, with a bit of green in the middle. My eyes look like the ocean, so when I say dark blue, I mean really dark.

23. hair color

Natural dirty blonde, but currently washed out dyed purple

24. favorite style of clothing?

grunge with elements of punk

28. favorite movie?

Lord of the rings

29. favorite song?

I can´t choose just one, but the one that really means a lot to me is You´ll Be Fine by Palaye Royale

30. Favorite band?

Used to be Creeper, but is currently Palaye Royale

31. How I feel right now?

Tired and in pain (just started my period)

32. Someone I love

My best friend

33. my current relationship status

single irl, but dating lesbian anon on here

34. my relationship with my parents

good I guess, though we don´t do a lot together

35. favorite holiday

Halloween and Pride

36. Tattoos and piercings I have

none

37. Tattoos and piercings I want

none since I have a low pain tolerance (it´s rlly nonexistent)

39. Do I and my last ex hate each other?

Well, I´m over it but he´s petty and spreading rumors about me so....

43. How long does it take for me to get ready in the morning?

An hour. I take a long time to fully wake up, so I do things very slow. 

44. have you shaved your legs in the past three days?

nope. I don´t shave, my mom thinks it´s disgusting but I don´t care. My body, my rules

45. Where am I right now?

In my bed, as always

52. when was the last time I hugged someone?

A few days ago

55. what is something I disliked about today?

starting my period

56. If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Nikki Sixx.

64. Do I believe in magic?

Not really, but I´m open to anything

67. What was the last book you´ve read?

I´m currently reading ´The Dirt´

69. Do I have any nicknames?

Lace, Ace, Hopi

70. what was the worst injury I ever had?

my self inflicted one  I guess

72. can I touch my nose with a tongue?

sadly no

73. Is there anything pink 10 feets from me?

yup, my pillow

75. what was I doing last night at 12 AM?

listening to Yagami Yato´s audios

76. What do I think Satan´s last name is?

Mine since I´ll marry her when I arrive in hell

77. What´s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

Na Na Na by MCR

78. How can you win my heart?

Make me laugh

79. What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

Fucking finally

80. What is my favorite word?

Cunt

81. my top 5 blogs on tumblr

@varia-venus @one-piece-dumpster-fire @miyaniacs @aomineavenue @hoe-imaginess

83. Do I have any relatives in jail?

Not that I know

84. I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

Teleportation

85. What would be a question I´d be afraid to tell the truth on?

Why are you like this?

86. What is my current desktop picture?

It´s an edited Madara one my friend made me

87. had sex?

Voluntarily no

90. failed a class?

Luckily no

91. kissed a boy?

yup, 2 times and both times it was disgusting af

92. kissed a girl?

no, but she kissed me and that was when I realized I was gay. She broke my heart too.

94. Had a job?

no, but hopefully soon

98. played on a sports team?

no, I can´t play sports

106. been to a wedding?

only when I was little, so I don´t remember anything

107. Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

that´s nothing to me. I spend my whole day on here. That´s why I spam with those prompt thingies, cause I get bored and am always active

108. Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

I´m a fucking hermit, of course I have

109. been outside my home country?

yes, mutliple times

110. gotten my heart broken?

yup and it hurt like a bitch

111. been to a professional sports game?

Me and my class went to a pro ice hockey game and it was amazing

112. broken a bone?

not yet fortunately

113. cut myself?

yup and not proud of it

114. been to prom?

no, got cancelled because of COVID

115. been in an airplane?

yes, but I´m afraid of flying and heights

116. fly by helicopter?

no

117. what concerts have I been to?

Katy Perry, Halestorm (2 times), The Pretty Reckless, All Time Low, Halsey, Waterparks, Palaye Royale, Kyle Gass Band, Hey Violet, David Guetta, Bring me the horizon, Macklemore (2 times), Rihanna, Panic! At the disco, Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots (2 times), Amy Shark, Hayley Kiyoko

118. had a crush on someone of the same sex?

yes

119. learned another language?

yup. But I failed and can´t speak any of it. The only foreign language that stuck with me is English

120. wore make up?

yeah, a lot actually. I like experimenting with make up

121. lost my virginity before I was 18?

Not voluntarily

122. Had oral sex?

Not voluntarily

123. Dyed my hair?

A lot

125. Rode in am ambulance?

no

126. had a surgery?

only a minor one

127. met someone famous?

I met a German youtuber at the Halsey concert and I got VIP tickets for Palaye Royale, so I met all of them

134. What do I want for my birthday?

I don´t know. Probably some cosplay supplies

138. what was my favorite toy as a child?

I was a Playmobil kid

139. Favorite TV show?

Can´t choose. Will go with Haikyuu for now

143. Favorite pizza topping?

Ham and mushrooms

144. Am I afraid of the dark?

yes

145. Am I afraid of heights?

yes

146. Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

no, but I never done any of that

147. Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

all the time cause I keep comparing myself to others

148. what I´m really bad at

social interaction

149. what my greatest achievements are

graduating and making it into uni

150. the meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

can´t really remember to be honest. People have always been talking behind my back rather than saying it to my face

151. what I´d do if I won in a lottery?

move to Ireland, buy a house, give the rest to charity

154. something I fantasize about

anime men

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

hey im new to fandom tumblr, what's the deal with these writing challenges? i keep seeing them everywhere, but I guess I'm a bit lost on the specifics? Like word counts/limits/point of them (not tryna be rude, just genuinely curious) thanks! b&w/sad tumblr was very isolating so im just not used to this yet!

Hey darling, welcome then :D You are not being rude at all, so don’t worry ^^

Basically writing challenges are created for lots of reasons. To help other writers getting some ideas for a new piece, to get your followers to participate, to get your blog out there, to motivate others in writing or to celebrate something. 

We create them usually for milestones, such as my 1k followers, but there are writing challenges that are made just for the fun of it. It really depends on the person who creates it. 

There are no limits to word counts in my case. It can be a one shot, a series, an imagine, it’s up to the writers. Restrictions are created by the person who hosts the challenge, therefore they may be different from another challenge you participate in. For example in my challenge you can find the rules at the beginning of the post. Such as clearly state your warnings, don’t write incest, place a keep reading line if it’s over 1k and if possible. It really is up to the host what kind of rules they create.

Prompts and tropes are there to help writers think of an idea, something that they might look at and they get inspired. I participated in writing challenges where I saw the prompt and just a whole story came to me in an instant. It honestly is a really awesome feeling :D

I hope this helps and if you have any other questions or you would like to participate, feel free to ask ^^

Heloise’s 1k followers writing challenge

[xleafyheartx]

I LOVEEE JIX. There is so much personality in one tiny boi xD Mun, you are talented! I would like advice: I also write for fun and people tell me that I write amazingly well BUT that my OCS are boring and they 'ruin' my great plots. I agree because I also think characters are more important than plot, a poor plot with great characters can be fun, but no good plot can make up for boring characters. How do you give Jix or your OCS so much personality? Thank you beforehand! Stay safe from Covid!

{out of leaves} AWWWW! Thank you so much! Well, to be fair, Jix is one of my most developed OCs that I have been writing the longest. He’s beaten by only one other OC as far as detail and length of time I’ve been writing them. I’ve been writing him for about 15 years now. So part of it is just that I’ve been writing him so long that I’m very comfortable with him and know him like the back of my hand.

But as for how he got to this point... I started out writing him in a short story that was part of a bunch of things (several short stories and a large unfinished novel) for my most developed fictional fantasy world. He was a sidekick character, but by no means minor, and he actually ends up saving the hero of the story from certain doom while he was passed out and couldn’t defend himself. But anyway... so even before I brought Jix to Tumblr, I had written him in a short story and also rped him in in-person D&D games I ran as well. That established his core self and how he fit into his canon world and gave me a starting point to branch him out (no pun intended) and rp him in other media like here on Tumblr.

Then once I brought him here... that was where so much unexpected further development took place. Because it’s one thing to write an OC yourself within your own worlds and situations and ideas that you have for them, but it’s another thing entirely to put the character out into an environment not controlled by you anymore and have them interact with other characters written by people with minds that aren’t yours. Suddenly, you’ll be writing your OC in situations you never thought of before, or with characters they’ve never seen before, or being presented with objects they’ve never seen before. Anything can happen in threads, and because you’re writing with other people and not 100% controlling everything your character is exposed to, you’ll suddenly have to come up with reactions, beliefs, likes, dislikes, etc. that you never thought to develop before and those things then become other facets of their personality.

In addition to just putting Jix out there in threads, one of the best things for developing an OC (or even a canon muse you want to develop beyond what was seen or written about them), is by posting memes or writing posts that solicit questions, writing topics, or other spontaneous things for you to write about. Whether they’re directed to you or your muse, this can be a great way to develop your OC, because now you’ll be asked about their favorite whatevers, or what they might do in this or that situation, or what if they were confronted with this, or how did you decide on this or that when creating them? Development in threads is great, but it can take a long time. Answering asks and memes about your muses can prompt you to develop parts of your OC that were lacking or sparse, to come up with new headcanons, or to let them answer questions that might never have come up during rping. Then, if you save those headcanons in a file or whatever, you can remember them and draw upon them the next time you’re asked about them. That’s how you start with nothing and continue to build again and again upon what you have each time to make a multi-layered and detailed OC that comes across as very lifelike.

Having said all of this, Jix has a life of his own and he is constantly pushing me to develop him and to even change him a bit over time as he ages. That sounds funny to say a fictional character I made myself is pushing me to do anything, but Jix has a very strong personality that just jumps off the page for me in a way so very few of the hundreds of OCs I’ve made in books and short stories ever have. I can probably count on one hand the number of characters I’ve made that seemed to have that sort of autonomy to them, feeling like they’re driving me to write their story and not the other way around. There is a reason why Jix is my favorite OC I’ve ever created. I am not certain I could ever make another like him that is as interesting or unique. So maybe he is just a nice anomaly among the multitudes of boring, flat, one-dimensional characters I’ve made in the past. XD

Right, so I rambled for a while there, but I hope this was helpful. Feel free to ask other questions about writing or my process if you want. I love to help other writers! Although I am by no means saying that my methods are perfect or the only way to do things. There are many ways to make a detailed OC. Finding the right one for you that is most conducive to your writing style and the type of character you want to develop can be key to fleshing them out in the most lifelike way. =)

Also, we seem to have opposite problems as writers, haha. My original writing is often criticized for having boring, linear plotlines that take away from my detailed and engaging characters, creatures, and world-building. So... I guess every writer has something they’re not good at. But that doesn’t mean you can’t improve upon it! ^_^

[is0gild]

Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 6

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 4,673

FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER

Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

“Oh jeez, seriously?” Rayne snerked, a tiny plastic taste spoon hanging out of one corner of her mouth. “C’mon Elsa, they were just man boobs!”

Feeling a faint warmth creep up into my face, I huffed and turned my head to one side. “You don’t know, you weren’t there!”

“Psssh,” her eyes rolled, “I doubt they’re as mind blowing as you’re making them out to be.”

I twitched, gaze darting to the left. “I never exactly said the words mind blowing...”

Never said they weren't either.

...shush, brain.

She removed the tiny pink spoon from between her teeth to twirl it in the air as she singsonged, “The way you’re overreacting, you may as well have.”

Blushing intensifies.

“I’m not overreacting, I… I’m REacting! In… in just the exact right, perfect amount!” I stammered out, lightly stamping my foot down.  “I mean, one second he’s just standing there, and the next? He takes his shirt off! Right in front of me! Who does that?!”

“Sure a lotta guys would love to,” she muttered, but I hardly heard her in my current state of mid-rant.

“I mean, the Pizza Planet back room was just a ten second walk away, he couldn’t wait that long? He had to do it right there, right that second? That’s it! That’s the only reason that I’m being all… this! It has nothing to do with the alleged mind blowing...ness of his, uh…his...” I floundered, gesturing wildly to my bosom, “... décolletage or the accompanying, er…” my hand now did a frantic circle around my abdomen, “...accoutrements! I mean, fine, okay, I’m sure as far as man boobs and such go, his are very, ah… very nice.  Adequate. Stately, even.” Dear god, somebody stop me. “...pleasantly symmetrical? Quite… satisfactory and well structured… s-some might even say-”

“You done?” she cut in, an eyebrow quirking.

I hid my face in my hands, mumbling, “Yes please.”

“Alright. Now girl, let me tell you, you haven’t seen mind blowing pectorals until you’ve seen Riku’s. I-” she stopped, snapping her fingers. Then she was digging her phone out of her back pocket, her thumb now rapidly swiping across the screen several times. “Hang on, I got pictures, I can show you. Ah-ha!” She grinned brightly, turning the phone screen towards me and thrusting it in my face.

“Gah!” I quickly looked away, raising a hand to block the image. “Why?! Just… why?!”

“What? I’m proud of my hubby’s man boobs and like showing them off!”

Thankfully, Kristoff chose that moment to join us, usual bored look in place as he stretched his arm across the counter, offering a dollop of ice cream on another small spoon to Rayne. “Here’s the taste of Daisy Sorbet you asked for, Ma’am,” he droned out.

Eyes lighting up, she tossed the first spoon, snatching the new one up and sticking it in her mouth. “Mmmmm, fantastic! Now, garçon, I’d like to sample the Honeybunny please!”

He huffed out a soft growl. “Ma’am, that’ll be the twentieth flavor you’ve tasted. Would you like to try, oh, say, I dunno… actually buying something?”

“Excuse me,” she sniffed, raising her nose up and placing a hand on her chest, fingers splayed, “but I am with child, sir. Picking the exact right flavor of ice cream that won’t upset my sweet lil jellybean is a delicate, delicate process.”

Kristoff groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Then he fixed me with a dull stare. “Elsa, make your friend go shoo.”

I gave him a sympathetic smile, but just shook my head, “Sorry, not happening.” 

“Ha!” Rayne cried triumphantly. “Now be a good boy, run along and get me that Honeybunny! Chop chop! We don’t need you hanging around listening in on us discussing our important business!” 

His eyelids droop. “I believe I overheard the phrase ‘man boobs’ several times, how important can it really be?”

Rayne thrust out her lower lip, tapping an index finger to it. “Oh dear, there’s been such a long interruption now to my taste testing… I hope I don’t forget all the flavors I’ve already tried and have to start all over from the beginning again…”

“...one sample of the Honeybunny coming right up, Ma’am,” he said through grit teeth before turning and walking away.

I muffled a snort into my hand as I watched him go.

Sorry, Kristoff!

It was now the next day and I was back at work. I’d done my best the night before to clean up the devastating aftermath in the wake of Hurricane Ice Cream, but hadn’t quite been able to get it all - in particular, the splatters across the ceiling were just simply out of my reach. So I’d shown up early this morning to meet the opening crew on their way in and explain what had happened, offering what further assistance I could. Luckily, I hadn’t gotten in trouble. According to Kristoff, pushing the Anger Button was practically a right of passage for all new employees at this point. Pretty much everyone that’d ever worked here had done it at some time or another. I was just warned not to let it happen again.

Which, trust me, I wasn’t. I was going to be very mindful to not invade the Anger Button's personal space from now on.

I’d been exhausted when I’d got back home so late last night, so had gone straight to bed. Then this morning I’d rushed out practically at the crack of dawn, so I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Rayne. But she was making up for lost time by coming down now in the middle of the day to visit me at work and had just finished dragging my latest little misadventure out of me. She claimed she had a sixth sense about these things, that she’d known something was up and that I'd needed someone to talk to. 

And I'm sure all the free samples she was scoring right now had absolutely squat to do with it.

As soon as Kristoff was out of earshot once more, she hunched over the counter towards me and lowered her voice, “Alright but no, seriously, why was seeing Lea in all his shirtless glory such a big deal now, hm? You act like you've never seen a dude topless before.”

I flinched. “Well…”

Her brow furrowed. “…you have seen a dude topless, right? I mean, you were engaged for crying out loud!”

“Oh no, I have,” I nodded before pursing my lips to one side, averting my gaze. “But…”

“But?” she prompted. If she had a seat, she would quite literally be on the edge of it.

My hand reached up to toy with my braid. Nope, still a ponytail. Sighing, I said, “It was only ever in public settings, like big group outings on Father’s yacht. Last night was just… different.” I paused to bite down on my bottom lip before whispering, “I’ve never been alone with a half naked guy before.”

Something clicked behind Rayne’s eyes as they widened. “Wait… Elsa… did you and your ex ever, you know… do the do?”

I hesitated, fidgeting with my fingers. “We-”

“Alright, here’s the Honeybunny, as requested.”

Whew! Saved by the Kristoff!

He offered the new spoonful of ice cream to her, but her hand snapped up to block it. Her gaze remained narrowed on me as she told him, “I’m gonna need a sample of every single flavor. Stat.”

“Oh, come on!” Kristoff whined. “Even the ones you’ve already tried?!”

“Especially the ones I’ve already tried.”

Grumbling under his breath, he spat out, “Fine, but then that’s it, I’m cutting you off. Crazy preggo lady or not, you’re either going to have to buy something or beat it.” 

He turned to go, but was halted as Rayne said, “Kristoff.” He looked back over her shoulder to see her eyes dead serious. “Leave the Honeybunny.”

His lips flapped as he puffed out a heavy breath, then handed her the taste spoon and stomped off. 

“That should keep him busy and buy us a few minutes of privacy,” she beamed, shoving the ice cream into her mouth and once more leaving the spoon dangling from her lips. Then she planted her elbows on the counter, propped her chin in her palms and bat her lashes at me. “So… you were saying?”

I could feel that soft heat cozying up inside my cheeks again. “Could we maybe talk about this later? This isn’t particularly a discussion I want to have at a mall nor in my place of work, and we’re two for two right now.”

“Well tough noogies, sweetpea, cuz it’s happening. Now out with it.” 

Exhaling through my nose, I relented. “No, we never… I’ve never… done that. I... told him that I wanted to wait until marriage.”

She released a low whistle - an impressive feat given the spoon still between her lips. “So you’re still rocking your V-card? Who woulda thought you were so traditional? I mean, knowing you, I guess maybe I shoulda figured...”

“That’s just it though, I’m not sure if I am,” I hung my head with a frown. “It’s just… me and him, we made sense as a couple on the surface, at least in my head we did. And sure, we would go out on dates and we would kiss, but… I was just never really interested in going beyond that… with him…”

“But you’re thinking with the right guy, you might?” She bent in further, waggling her eyebrows. “...be interested?” 

My nose wrinkled and I lifted one shoulder.  “I’m honestly not sure… maybe?”

Rayne leaned back once more, holding her hands up, “That’s okay, that’s a big topic to tackle and not one you necessarily have to sort out right this second, so let’s take a step back from that. Start with something smaller. Something like learning to get out of your comfort zone every once in a while.”

I tipped my head to one side, “My comfort zone?”

“Sweetie, I love you, you know I do, but you’re one awkward penguin, plain and simple. Last night is a prime example, and just one of many at that. Now that you’ve left the life of the rich and pampered behind you and are out in this brave new world, you should start putting yourself out there more. You know, try new things, anything really would be good, no matter how small and insignificant it might seem, just to get you out of that protective bubble you tend to keep yourself in.”

“But I like the bubble,” I pouted, my voice small. “It’s all round and comfy and safe.”

She grinned gently, “I know it is, but I think this could really do you some good.”

Grimacing, I managed to snag a thin tendril of my ponytail to twist around my finger. “Okay, so then… what kind of things were you thinking?”

“That brings us to Lesson Two of The Real World for Dummies,” she held up a pair of fingers with a tiny smirk. “Making friends!”

I blinked and then gave a tiny scoff, “I’ve made friends.”

“Name one since you’ve started this whole independence thing.”

“Easy,” I crossed my arms, “Riku.”

She shook her head. “Riku and I are a package deal. He was basically a freebie and doesn’t count.”

Frowning in thought, I tried, “Frozone and Kristoff?”

Rayne gave a derisive snort. “Work friends? You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

My eyebrows knit together before I brightened. “Sora! He’s my friend, he said so himself!”

“Please, that boy would make friends with a toaster given half the chance,” she deadpanned. “In fact, he did once. It involved a sharpie smiley face. Nuff said. No, name one new friendship that you had to put some sort of effort into forming and didn’t simply fall into your lap. Go on. I’m listening.”

...darn it, she was right.

It seemed my hermit was showing.

Her grin turned smug. “That’s what I thought. So here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna go out there and you’re gonna make yourself a new lil friend. That’s part one of getting you out of your comfort zone.”

Oh no.

“There’s a part two?”

“Yup!” She slammed her phone down on the counter before me and ordered, “Call them.”

I gave a nervous chuckle and tossed my hands up in a loose shrug, asking innocently, “Call who?”

“Don’t get cute with me, missy! You think I forgot our lil chat a few days ago, but think again! Enough is enough, you’ve had plenty of time, now stop making excuses and just do it already. I know it’s scary, but this is just something you gotta do! You-”

“I thought I might find you here.”

Back stiffening at the third voice chiming into the conversation, Rayne slowly turned around to see Riku standing there, arms folded under his chest, one foot tapping as he went on, “Isn’t somebody supposed to be staying home and getting lots of bed rest?”

“Tch,” her lip curled slightly, “c’mon, I’m barely showing, just let me live my life!”

Biting back a grin, he took a step towards, “Come on, you, let’s get you back-”

“Jailbreak!” She booked it, darting off into the plastic jungle that was the food court.

His shoulders slumped and he scratched the back of his head as he called after her, “Seriously? You’re gonna make me chase your sorry butt?”

“Yup!” she cackled, strategically positioning herself so that several tables were between her and her husband. 

“Fine,” he smirked slyly, “but you asked for it. Here I come!” He bolted after her.

“Great,” I heard a grumble beside me, turning to see Kristoff standing there with a sour look and roughly forty of those teeny, ice cream laden spoons wedged between all his fingers on both hands. “Now what am I supposed to do with these?”

“Eat them?” I grinned as I plucked one free and closed my mouth around it. Mmmmmm, chocolate! “Otherwise it would be wasteful, which is bad for the environment.”

He gave me a flat look. “Okay, I know you’re being facetious and I don’t care.” One corner of his lips turning up, he lifted one spoon-adorned fist into the air. “I must do my part… for the environment!” Then he crammed five of them into his mouth.

“The planet applauds you for your service and your sacrifice, sir,” I snorted as he ambled off once more.

It was only then that I looked down and realized Rayne’s phone still rested atop the counter before me. Taunting me. Maybe she’d simply forgot it, but honestly? Pretty sure that girl knew exactly what she was doing. With a sigh, I picked it up, my reflection staring back at me in the blackened screen.

...okay, maybe I had been putting it off long enough, to the point of ridiculousness even. Delaying the inevitable was probably only making it worse at this point. I should give them something at least. Some sort of proof of life so that they didn’t think, I don’t know… like I’d run off to join the circus only to get murdered by Bozo the Clown or something. 

Still I hesitated, my fingers frozen around the phone.

“Ma’am, is this man bothering you?”

Welcoming the distraction (perhaps a bit too eagerly), I looked up to spot two familiar figures in matching uniforms. The security guards from last night were standing out in the food court, addressing Rayne now as she used a chair as makeshift cover to hide from Riku.

“Every second I’ve been married to his ass,” she replied dryly.

“Gotcha!” Riku pounced, eliciting a squeal of delight from her as he scooped her up. I snerked as the mall cops just shook their heads and meandered off.

And these two dorks were going to be parents.

My eyes drifted past them to the Lucky Cat Café and I blinked. The stocky brunet was back and manning the register this time, but more importantly, so was that blonde guy. The one I’d seen working at the Pizza Planet just yesterday. How odd. So then, I guess he was currently working both jobs? Barista by day, pizza boy by night? Did he need the munny that bad? Yeesh, how expensive must his rent be?

Having just handed a customer their drink order with a smile and a wave, he then said something to his coworker before I watched him disappear into the back door. Just as it had clicked shut behind him-

“Ta da!” he sprung up on the other side of the counter directly in front of me, arms raised high over his head, startling a yelp from me and nearly making me drop the phone.

Heart hammering in my chest, my wide eyes darted from where he stood now not three feet away from me, to the door I’d just seen him walk through all the way on the other side of the food court.  Then to him. Then to that door. Then back and forth a few more times.

He’d somehow traversed that large gap in the space of mere nano-seconds.

And had managed to swap his coffee shop uniform for Pizza Planet duds no less!

How did he do that?!

“Now I know what you’re thinking,” he beamed at me, striking up a finger. “How did he do that?”

...woah, he was a mind reader too?

“And there’s only one plausible explanation!” he continued with a cocky wink. “Teleportation!”

“Or maybe you just have a twin, you knucklehead,” another voice said as a hand cuffed the blonde on the back of his head.

… oh. A twin. Right.

That made way more sense than the next stage of human evolution being upon us and super powered mutants now walking amongst the rest of us mere muggles.

What a silly notion. Who would have thought that? Certainly not me.

Nope.

“Man, why you gotta always ruin my fun?” the blonde grumbled as he rubbed the fresh sore spot and scowled at the owner of the palm that had just delivered swift justice to his noggin.

“What can I say, Rox? Your suffering gives me life,” Lea shrugged before turning his gaze on me with a grin and waggling his fingers. “Hi again.”

This was the first appearance he’d made all day. It was a bit of a comfort to see him in his work clothes - a likely sign that he hadn’t gotten fired. I would have felt horrible if last night’s antics had cost him his job. In any case, he’d probably arrived just a few minutes ago and would be starting his shift shortly.

Becoming aware of the fact that my fingers were still absently fiddling with the phone, I quickly pocketed it and cleared my throat. “H-hello… wha-”

“Hiya!” a black haired girl shoved Lea out of the way to lean over the counter and get in my face, blasting me with a huge smile and causing me to stagger back a step. She too was decked out in the Pizza Planet attire. I recognized her from my first day of work. “So happy we finally got to come over here! I’ve been dying to meet you!”

My eyebrows rose. “You have…?”

“You kidding? It’s not just any chick that can make Lea here drop pizza dough on his head! Besides, it’s truly an honor to be in the presence of the record holder. I’m in awe.” 

Further up and up those brows went. “The record?”

“Yeah! I mean, that has to be the fastest anyone’s ever planted one on Lea’s li-”

“Xion!” he hissed, clamping a hand over her mouth. “Zip it!”

The blonde - Rox, was it? - smirked evilly beside them, “Lea’s just glad that Ice Palace finally hired a cute girl and- ow!”

I couldn’t see it, but was pretty sure Lea had just kicked him.

“That’s enough out of you two twerps,” Lea grumbled, stabbing a finger out in the direction of the food court. “Table. Now.”

“Fiiiiiine,” Rox huffed out while Xion just shot me another grin and a wave before the pair of them wandered off to find seats.

“Oi, those two, I swear,” he groaned, rubbing the nape of his neck as he turned back towards me, chuckling softly. “Don’t mind the kiddos. Their teasing’s all aimed at me, not you. They mean well, they can just be a lot sometimes.”

I cocked my head. “The… kiddos?”

“Heh, yup!” Then his spine snapped straight and he winced, rapidly shaking his head and waving his hands back and forth in front of him. “Not that they’re my- No, I’m not a- I’m nowhere near old enough to be their- That is to say, uh… they’re my friends. That’s it, no… familial connection whatsoever.”

“Ah… I see,” I said, feeling a tiny tug at one corner of my lips.

It was nice for once that I wasn’t the one that was spazzing out.

Also nice that the two of us could finally manage to hold a conversation.

Sorta.

...it was still a work in progress.

I looked down, gathering my thoughts to find something to say. I immediately regretted it as my eyes inadvertently landed on his chest, prompting my mind to gleefully run a slideshow of his topless exploits from the night before. Face heating, I snapped my gaze back up to meet his, blurting out, “So they didn’t manage to ab y-” I paled. “Nab, I meant nab! They didn’t manage to nab you last night?”

Scratch that. I’d really love to go back to the whole not talking thing.

“Those couple o’ brick-for-brains? Please,” he brushed off, “they couldn’t catch a sedated sloth dragging a one ton slab of concrete behind it. I coulda outrun them blindfolded and with one leg tied behind my back.” Now there was an image. “Gave them the slip no problem, then had my boss sort it all out with them this morning. We’re in the clear!”

“That’s good to hear,” I gave a small sigh of relief.

Then I just stared at him. 

He stared back.

Yup.

Whoooooole lotta staring.

All of it awkward.

I glanced sideways. “So…”

“Oh! Right. Three bars of the Sea Salt Ice Cream please,” he held up a matching number of fingers while his other hand scratched a spot behind his ear.

“A-absolutely! Coming right up!” Yes! Ice cream! Ice cream I could do! I darted over to the bottom freezers, opening them up and crouching down to look for the stack of light turquoise frozen bars. The cold air felt good on my face and I took this chance to recuperate and collect myself. 

Steady, keep it together, girl. You got this. Just another minute more and you’ll be through this social interaction and on the other side. And it should only get easier from here on out, right? ...right? And hey, look on the bright side. This wasn’t going all that bad. So far you’ve gotten through this with little to no mishaps. Sure, there was that one teeny “ab” slip up, but he didn’t even notice… I think. You can do this. You’re doing fine. You haven’t even thought of the Kissident once the entire time he’s been here!

...aaaaaaaaand now you’re thinking about it.

Great. Thanks a lot, brain.

Grabbing the three plastic-wrapped Sea Salts, I slammed the door shut and made my way back towards the register with determination and resolve.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.

No more slip ups. Don’t you do it. Don’t you say it. Don’t you dare.

I rang him up before looking back up at Lea as I offered him the bars. “Will that be all? Could I interest you in anything else-” 

Don’t say “kiss,” don’t say “kiss,” don’t say “kiss.” 

“-like a cone of the Milky Way? Rockin’ Crunch? Vanilla Lips- Glitz!” My eyes screwed shut. “Vanilla… Vanilla Glitz? Or any of our other fine flavors?”

Well… at least I hadn’t said “kiss” anyway.

He smiled. Oh gosh, he had dimples. “Nope! Just those, thanks.” He paid for his purchase and took the ice cream. With a nod, he turned to go but then hesitated, glancing back down at me. “Listen, that pair of clowns I call friends just went on lunch and I’m not on the clock for another thirty minutes. We’ll be at that table over there,” he crooked his head towards where Xion and Rox now sat chatting over their trays of food. “If you can take a break, you should come hang out with us.” 

I blinked once. Then twice. Then pointed a finger at myself. “...me?”

He was asking me? To join them?

Lea snorted. “Yeah, you. And if you’re worried, don’t be. The kiddos have had all their rabies shots. Just think about it, kay?” He lightly rapped a knuckle against the countertop before walking off with a wave. “Hope to be seeing ya!” 

I watched him approach the other two, giving the back of Rox’s seat a swift kick before easily dodging the swipe Rox threw back at him. Then he mussed up Xion’s hair as he tossed the ice cream bars into the center of the table and spun an empty chair around so he could sit in it backwards. I watched his mouth move as he told them something before they all burst into laughter.

They seemed nice. And they’d invited me to sit with them.

...wow, that’d sounded so high school.

Which, by the way, was something I’d never been good at, surprise surprise. And I wasn’t talking about the academic part of it, no, that’d been fine. But when it came to all those cliques and that whole popularity contest and just in general trying to fit it? Yeah, no. That hadn’t been for me. At lunch times, I’d only ever sat with my ex and his friends, and even then only because it was what was expected of me. His buddies had only ever ignored me anyway. If it’d been up to me, I never would have sat with anyone at all. Risk someone actually trying to start a conversation with me? Nu uh. Too scary. Left to my own devices, I probably would have just secured a table all to myself and built a fort out of trays to hide in and shut out the rest of the world.

Needless to say, the thought of joining Lea and his friends? Frigging terrified me.

Which is why it wasn’t going to happen.

Thanks, but no thanks!

I’ll just keep chilling over here inside Ice Palace, aka my beloved Fortress of Solitude. Or rather… Fortress of Almost Solitude, since Kristoff was still around. But you’d hardly even know he was there. He was just off in a corner, still contentedly making his way through those taste spoons.

But as I looked back to that happy trio out there, I frowned. Something was nagging me. Needling at the back of my mind.

Took me a second to realize that it was Rayne’s words from earlier.

That I needed to get out of my comfort zone. That I had to put myself out there and try new things. That I should put effort into making some friends. 

The effort in this case being something so simple as sitting at a table.

One tiny act that seemed so insignificant and yet so intimidating at the same time.

I watched them for a few minutes more. Then I looked to the clock hanging on the wall. I was due for my own lunch break.

...oh god, was I really going to do this?

Another heartbeat of indecision. Then I lifted my chin, squared my shoulders, marched into the back room to grab my paper bag lunch before exiting into the food court, heading straight for their table.

Apparently yes. I was really doing this.

Operation Make Friends was a go.

Courage don’t fail me now.

...pretty please? 

Author's note: Will Elsa ever call this mysterious "them"? How will Elsa's next thrilling adventure in human interaction go? Will Operation Make Friends be an amazing, glorious success or end in epic, tragic failure? Will Kristoff get a terrible tummy ache from eating all those lil ice cream samples? Stay tuned for the answers to all those questions and more! (Except for that last question... some things were just meant to always remain a mystery...)

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to my new followers, as well as to those of you who hit that like button on the last chapter, seeing that always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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[arlome]

Writer Ask Meme

I was tagged by the lovely @senseandaccountability 

ao3 name: Arlome

fandoms: I have 11 fandoms on my writing list on AO3, but my most recent and active ones are Miss Fisher Murder Mysteries and Lucifer.

fic i spent the most time on: hmmmmm..... if we’re talking published fics, I’d say probably The Devil Goes to Shul. It was quite the emotional process.

shortest fic: I have quite a few of tiny ficlets in my Lucifer and mfmm tumblr prompt collections. Some are very short :)

most hits: Motel California, 12574 hits

most kudos: Motel California, 1204 kudos

most comment threads: Motel California, 133 comment threads.

most bookmarks: Motel California, 315 bookmarks

highest total word count: Yes, you’ve guessed it :D - 22,106 words. In fact, I think I should have stopped writing after Motel California. Clearly, it’s the peak of my writing career :D

favorite fic i wrote: I really don’t know...but let me tell you this - It’s not Motel California :P

fic i want to rewrite/expand on: There are several I plan to expand on! But I’ve no idea when I’ll be able to do so. Real life and all that jazz...

share a bit of a wip or story idea you’re working on: This little scene is from a mfmm long fic I’m working on at the moment. It’s a sort of sequel/prequel to Zai Gezunt and a bit of a Jack Robinson origin story. It’s called ‘Exodus’ now, but the WIP title used to ‘Jewish Jack:

“Word is you know German, Robinson,” Captain Green says, and shuffles some papers on his desk in attempt to appear nonthreatening and nonchalant. One fleeting look at Jack’s furrowed brow, and air of utter confusion hastens him to clarify, “One of the privates saw you with your letter and reported it.”

Jack sighs. Paranoia and Ignorance. God help him.

“It’s not German, It’s Yiddish,” he replies, his tones clipped. “But yes, Sir; it’s true. I do know the language.”

His commanding officer stares at him with wide eyes, a look of sheer disbelief on his face.

“You’re Jewish, Robinson?”

And Another fic I’m always working on, Something Wicked. Here’s a little something for you from the eternally upcoming chapter four:

“What was his greatest desire?” she blurts out suddenly and blushes profusely as Lucifer’s obsidian eyes fix her with an ageless stare.

“Darling – “he begins, but she interrupts him; the air around them, the feeling of anxious uneasiness, it’s pressing down on her again and she suddenly finds breathing a tad too difficult for her liking.

“You asked him, I know you asked him – “

“All he ever wanted was to make great music,” Lucifer shrugs, pushing into her words, “but, isn’t that what all musicians really want?”

He flashes her a wistful smile, one that comes from the depth of his immortal soul – a smile that is genuine, and full of feeling and regret; a smile of bittersweet nostalgia, one that speaks of ribbons of smoke rising from a shared cigarette, of soulful music notes floating through the air like graceful cranes, and of good times long gone.

Chloe can’t decide whether the smile is meant solely for the ghost of a dearly departed rock legend, or if she, too, has some secret claim to it.

“Yes,” she allows, her voice a bit hoarse around the edges, “I suppose it is.”

I’m tagging @aurora-australis-tumbles @notonelineff @rather-impertinent @thewillowbends and anybody else who’d like to do this!

[lechatnoir1918]

Author Interview (/Artist Interview for me)

Right so I’m going to modify this a bit since the majority of my published stuff is art and not writing.

Tagged by: @viikirks

Name: Annika (yes, exactly like the girl from “Pippi Longstocking”, you can have a word to my parents about that)

Fandoms: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries

Where you post: AO3 and Tumblr for the art

Most popular one-shot: I have not published a one-shot yet, however the drawing that has by far been the most popular is this one, where I drew the kiss that should have happened at the end of “Unnatural Habits”.

Most popular multi-chapter story: Inktober Drabbles is not technically multi-chapter, because the chapters don’t form one story, but that one nonetheless as it’s the only fic I’ve posted. 

As for art, my Missed Opportunities series here on Tumblr (though also not connected) is the most popular (also because it’s been the majority of my posts).

Favorite story you wrote: I really do like all of my Inktober drabbles, my favorite would probably be the whump for Day 13 “Ash”.

For the art, it’s hard to pick a favorite because everything I draw is like a baby to me, there are only two that I look back on think “ugh, I really shouldn't have posted it like that”. The second drawing I ever published took me an insane amount of time to draw (because of Phryne’s coat) so that one is probably up there. I also really like this one, which is a kiss at the end of “Game, Set, Murder”. Also the Jack’s forehead kiss one. But now that I’m looking through them again, I really do like everything and I can’t really pick a favorite.

Story you were nervous to post: Hm, the story I was most nervous to post would have to be my first smutty drabble. 

Likewise with the art, the first Phrack kiss I drew and posted cost me a lot of nerves because it was so out of my comfort zone. My comfort zone has since expanded significantly, lol.

How you choose your titles: I need to do more titles. The drawings I seldomly title and if I do it’s something very basic. The drabbles I have prompts for so I avoided that issue there. :D But titles are coming.

Do you outline: No. I probably should. With the drabbles for Inktober I’m just kind of winging it and seeing where the drabble takes me. I think if I were to write a longer fic I would try to outline.

For the art I start off with stick figure sketches, essentially, to figure out if a pose I had in mind will work, then I add another rough sketch, then a finer one, and then I start coloring or whatever else I’m doing with the drawing and add in details etc. I guess that counts as an outline? 

Complete: Nothing on AO3 yet as the Inktober stuff is still going. On Tumblr I have posted 62 posts, many of those with multiple drawings. That’s actually a lot more than I thought I had, ahhhhh.

In-progress: Inktober definitely. Also there is a Whumptober fic that’s chilling on my laptop and waiting to be completed.

Coming soon/not yet started: (okay listen I have PLANS)

I have two ideas for smutty (who would have thought) one-shots that I really want to write

I am starting a new series of drawings inspired by fics, because there are SO many amazing authors and stories in this fandom. It will either be called “Ficspiration” (thank you @omgimsarahtoo ) or “Fic Pics” (thanks to @aurora-australis-tumbles )

I really want to fic my Missed Opportunities art series as well as other drawings. I do always have a clear concept/story in my head when I draw so I don’t know why I haven't written them down so far.

I’m trying to work out a Phrack thanksgiving special and am working on a collab for christmas

I’m also looking into Redbubble/ christmas cards/ coloring pages because all of those ideas have been brought up by people. <3

Do you accept prompts: ALWAYS. LITERALLY. Drop me a fucking prompt and I promise I’ll get it done. Anything. The prompts help me so much because I know someone wants to see what I’m drawing so literally anything you want to see, let me know. Now that I’m branching out into writing, the same goes for that. Please.

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: Probably one of the one-shots, there will be banging of all sorts involved. 

For the art, I’m very excited for the 10th post in my Missed Opportunities series because it’s “animated”. We’ll see how that goes, ha.

Tagging @whopooh , whose fics rank among my very very favorites of all time, and @raven-haired-lady-detective because I love reading what you write.