#I may just share the drabbles even if no one asks XD

[where-dreamers-go]

What about Eragon walking in on their SO changing! But make it spicy!

"Look In Your Eyes" Eragon x Reader

(A/N: Oh dear. Spicy, but not too spicy, okay? XD Wait, haven’t I wrote something about Eragon or Reader without a shirt before? I just dawned on me. Ah ha! There is a laundry day drabble thing where Reader isn’t wearing anything from the waist up. See? I knew. I remembered. Anyways… Warnings: mentions of undressing, kissing, and romance. Word Count: 453 words)

Strange days happened to everyone. Even lucky days happened to others.

You had spilled a drink on your shirt not too long ago. Said article of clothing had been tossed in the bathing area to be dealt with at a later time. It was in fact not the day to work on dirty laundry.

A few minutes in peace and quiet would work nicely, however.

Until the door to your quarters opened and you remembered how you forgot to lock it properly.

You hastily covered your front torso with a fresh shirt.

“There you are,” said Eragon as he walked in.

“Um.”

Brown eyes widened as he took in the sight of you. Eragon had not seen you in a handful of hours and walking in on you half dressed definitely surprised the Dragon Rider.

He kicked the door shut.

You jumped only slightly at the sound.

Seeing your body language, he raised his hands up and stated, ���Formal dress isn’t necessary here. There’s no need to worry.”

“Oh?” You caught how he looked at you with intimate ideas behind brown eyes. He was hardly one to mask his expressions around you.

“It’s only me. Also a room with a bed,” he lowered his hands and walked toward you, “and a closed door.”

“Very observant, love,” you laughed lightly as he stood before you. “Should I not worry about you?”

“Why should you?” Eragon inquired, linking his arms around your hips slowly.

“You have that look in your eyes.”

“What look?” Thumbs created circles along your skin, causing chills to run up your back.

“Your ‘I can be in your arms all night and day’ look. Have I been away from you that long?” You teased.

“We’re not needed for anything important today.”

“I should hope not.” You kept your shirt close to your chest, keeping in warmth.

“No one knows I’m here except you.”

“Eragon,” you sighed, “if you’re going to do anything, why do you insist on voicing observations instead of asking for a kiss when we both know you want one?”

“Only thinking of you.” Eragon’s arms tightened their hold. “May I have your kiss? And many kisses after?”

“You certainly may.”

Time slowed as lips met. Hands roamed to where skin lay uncovered on the other they loved most. Top-most outerwear, however clean, met in a small pile atop of a wooden desk. A series of kisses and shared breathes kept the pair of you busy, an activity neither declared a bother as others.

How long were the two of you to enjoy the benefits of love while life continue outside the quarters?

No telling, not when Eragon’s hands splayed across your back with little intention of leaving.

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[celestialbruise]

Hello! I saw that you were doing drabble requests so I wanted come by and ask for one. It's for and Ever After High PIDW AU! Here's a link to the post>>>

https://www.tumblr.com/afsosville/762244543880003584/ever-after-high-but-make-it-a-pidw-au-imagine?source=share

I'd be great if you wrote the drabble to be like those EAH miniature episodes. The ship I was going for this is a cuter version of Bingjiu. I dont even know if you've seen EAH so I'd get it if you didn't wanna do it! Just putting this in here in case you did jdflhbtjddjf

I was so, so excited to find this in my inbox! I adored ever after high as a child, and so combining my two loves was really too much fun! and, like, this is such an original, fun idea?? yeah, I really am obsessed XD I hope I was able to do it justice<3

(also, just have to say I may have visited your acc and started fangirling a bit, because your art is AMAZING🤍🤍 your bingjiu erha art gave me life! so I feel so very honored to be trusted with your prompt)

Shen Jiu, trembling, holds an ink brush in between white-knuckled fingers. It creaks in his hold, threatening to snap. Shen Jiu hopes it does.

Shen Jiu should have been used to this, others’ hatred. Sudden, unexplained cruelty. But there is something uniquely sick about fate’s tapestry, its threads being woven around your throat like a noose, when all you wish is to breathe like the rest. Shen Jiu never asked for this - of course, he didn’t, because then he wouldn’t have gotten it. The gods have never answered his prayers. No, they laugh at his pleas, their mocking, smiling faces demons skulking in the burning wreckage of all of his dreams. 

The blank, open-faced book sits before him, begging for his name. Begging for the script to be written in his blood. 

The sins of the father become the sins of the son. What a ridiculous, cruel curse. Shen Jiu barely knew his father - this ‘Shen Qingqiu,’ this scourge - and yet, he is meant to follow in his footsteps? And for what? Petty glory? Fleeting satisfaction?

Shen Jiu resents this so-called destiny, resents the fact that it reads like a macabre play. He refuses to play the fool, to be a mere puppet pulled along by its strings, dancing to the beat of war drums and jeers. All around him, mirrors play out sick scenes from his life, predestined and ordained by vicious vultures starved for blood. Shen Jiu watches himself be beaten bloody, battered and bruised, relentlessly, endlessly, night after night with no reprieve. Watches himself cheat and lie and steal just to get by, just to survive another harrowing day. He beholds the monster the mirrors dictate he becomes, that he is. A jealous, spiteful, cruel man who hurts in the way he was hurt, knowing nothing else and never bothering to learn. And then he falls, and his fall from grace is slow, and terrible, and agonizing. He is put on trial before the world, his sins laid bare, flayed open, left raw and shaking as greedy eyes entertain their malaise with the horror of his suffering. And then he is thrown in prison to rot. And rot he does; losing his limbs, his tongue, his eyes, every little piece of himself, his very soul damned to an abyss that this time, will disgorge no survivors. 

No. No, Shen Jiu will not resign himself to this. He refuses it. 

This world has turned its back on Shen Jiu. Why should Shen Jiu agonize over turning his back on the world? Shen Jiu drops the ink brush and steps away from the book, lifting his head to stare defiantly out at the slavering crowd, resisting, unrelenting. Daring the gods who made him this way to contort his body to fit into that ghoulish shape. Shen Jiu will offer no assistance. Shen Jiu will not be a part of digging his own grave. 

The crowd is confused, their bloodlust left unfulfilled. They begin to shout more viciously, cursing Shen Jiu to the heavens, their cries like the howling of wolves. Shen Jiu weathers it, his glare sharpening until it could cut through flesh, to the bone.

Let them curse me, Shen Jiu thinks, biting his tongue bloody. I will not doom myself to this destiny. 

This is a story that will not be told; Shen Jiu refuses to write the words. The hand that held the inkbrush as if it were a weapon slowly curls into a fist.

And then his fingers are being uncurled slowly, carefully, gently. A hand slips into his, their lifelines colliding, fingers fitting together in an embrace. Shen Jiu turns his head to find that it is Luo Binghe who has come to stand beside him, Luo Binghe who is holding his hand, defying the ravenous crowd with a glare of his own. 

Shen Jiu no longer stands alone. 

Luo Binghe raises his other hand, but only to knock the book away, sending it falling down, down into the mob below. Shen Jiu watches this all in a stupefied haze, wondering what the punchline is, when the rug will be pulled out from under his feet. Why would Luo Binghe do such a thing? The boy Shen Jiu is meant to torment and cast into hell? His destiny, unlike Shen Jiu’s, is as bright as the sun, bestowed by the very same gods who have spit in Shen Jiu’s face. 

“It’s all bullshit,” Luo Binghe whispers, because he must be able to see the confusion roiling in Shen Jiu’s eyes. Shen Jiu is hardly trying to hide it. “Why should I resign myself to someone else’s meddling? Why would I want my father’s destiny? He’s always been too overbearing. And just look at where singing that stupid book got him - he’s utterly miserable.”

“Without the book, what do you plan to do?” Shen Jiu asks, attempting to sound disdainful because by all rights this is a hopeless situation - but he can’t suppress the tremor of hope that cracks through the ice in his tone.

“We’ll make our own destiny,” Luo Binghe shrugs, lips curling into a smile that is as ruthless as it is earnest. “It can’t be that hard.”

[animasola86]

Hey anima!! Pickles here :3

I was just curious, how do you think about sick day with Sir would be? I'm curious to see how he'd be whenever HE'S sick, even if it's just a little fever or something. Do you think he'd ask Darling to take care of him and stay close, or since he's more independent, he'd just keep to himself until he felt fine? I know it probably wouldn't fit into Infatuated, but I still was just wondering XD

(So excited for Saturday by the way!! I've been giddy about the new chapters all week.)

My dearest pickles!!! Thank you so much for this little thinking experiment! I could answer your question as I normally would, but as soon as my brain started really thinking about it, I had to write it differently. I've said something about writing one-shots for Sir and Darling before, but never found the right theme/prompt to start, but THIS, yes! I already wrote a little drabble of 800 words, but there's more on the horizon and I may be able to upload it in between the new chapters as a thing of its own.

Thank you for tickling my writer brain!!! I hope it's okay I'm taking my time answering this, and I sure hope it's worth the wait! :3

Until then, I can't wait to finally share the new chapters of Infatuated with you (though I have to remind you that we're starting with Sir's POV, so don't expect daisies and rainbows, okay? XD)!

<3

[elvenbeard]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Yes I'm actually doing this on a Wednesday wooo :D

I just went back through all my tags of the last month and man, you guys ;__; <3 I'm not good at keeping up with tumblr atm and I don't have something to share every week, so I think once a month a WIP Wednesday might be a good compromise XD Thank you for all the tags!!

@theviridianbunny @dreamskug @ouroboros-hideout @lokiina @therealnightcity @chevvy-yates tagging you all right back!

So, with that off of my list of works in progress, as is answering all the tag games and quizzes, some projects I'm working on atm:

Writing: Love is stored in the olive jar (WT) - Chapter 13

It's done, but still needs a lot of editing, as it got very heavy on dialogue in the end and I want it all to flow more nicely and make it a bit more scenic XD Too many instances of "she looked up again" or "he paused for a moment/second" xD But I'm getting there! Here's a snippet from the already somewhat polished beginning:

“Alright,” Fuentes said as she finally caught her breath again, “I suggest we cut straight to the chase.” “Yes,” V nodded, “Thank you again for taking the time.” “Of course,” Fuentes nodded, “I have to admit, I have been thinking about you and your case a lot these past days. Even with the limited knowledge I have so far, I still believe I may be able to help. If you are willing now to tell me more about your condition now, of course.” ‘Willing’ wasn’t the word V would use, it was more a necessity at this point. “I will,” he said, “But only if you can provide me with a certain level of security.” Fuentes shifted in her chair slightly and frowned, then she opened one of the drawers of her desk and pulled out a tablet. She turned it on and began to search for something on it while maintaining eye contact with V as best as she managed. “You’ve come here today as my patient. As far as I’m concerned, everything, anything that we discuss, falls under the doctor-patient confidentiality. My contract with the Little China MedCenter binds me to treat your data and information with utmost care and discretion. All data we store is locked away securely, all in accordance with your Trauma Team policy. I can resend you the patient information papers and contracts, although I think most of them you should already have…” “I care less about the MedCenter than about what you personally do with the information I’m going to give you,” V said, and Fuentes stopped her search, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I’m not sure what you’re alluding to,” she said, still polite, but significantly more tense than before. “Nothing,” V shook his head carefully, “This is just not something I tell random strangers on the street… no offense, of course. If I have to play with open cards, I need you to as well.”

In which Vince hates doctors but has to trust one now, boo XD

Writing: Some drabbles :3

Inbetween the longfic I still have some ask prompt drabbles to fill that I'm looking forward to tackling soon! And in a sudden burst of inspiration I wrote out a long although not very serious convo between Vince and Johnny the other day xD I'd love to turn it into a (VP) comic maybe, but I'm not sure yet XD

Art: Nothing new since last time, slowly chipping away at some bigger projects inbetween

VP: Currently no concrete plans for a bigger project

Although I wanna do more "days in the life" for Vince!! And I wanna play around more with some poses though and have a very soft set to share that I gotta edit a bit still ;_; Tomorrow probably!

Also, I'd like to turn the interface thingies from my recent "V as NPC" projects into shareable templates, that is also on my wip/ to-do list! Just wanna gather some in-game reference shots first :D

Modding: 👀👀👀

I'm working on a little something maybe, and I'm so excited :DDD Just gotta relearn how to do Archive XL, it's been half a year xD And I fought MLSetup Builder so fucking hard, but now I know how to edit MLMask Setups, so that's a victory at least XD And I have a base for a very kitschy coat :3

But yes, so much to that so far! See you again in a month or so probably with an ever-growing pile of wips xD But maybe some more writing, maybe some more art, and maybe a finished mod after too long 👀

[a-lil-perspective]

Could we get some headcanons with Asher and his uncles?

!!! ANON WHO ARE YOU PLEASE LET ME LOVE YOU—

I literally rolled on the floor when I got this ask. XD

OKAY LISTEN

I actually have this “Get To Know Asher” post I’ve been working on and I have tons of Uncle stuff for it that I am definitely putting here. Omg this literally made me so happy, Anon. Thank you!

Asher + Ba’vodu Hunter

Asher never takes off Uncle Hunter’s bandana. It’s seen the Ramser’ika through every phase and been everything he’s needed: teething rag, comfort blankie, cloth to wipe the tears, makeshift wrap to absorb the blood of yet another cut—

The most impressive part? Hunter’s bandana made it out with only a teeny tiny hole. :) (Mom’s been meaning to sew that up...)

Outdoor activities is their man thing. It is without fail that Hunter clears the schedule every weekend to take his favorite nephew out for some hunting and fishing. No matter what planet they’re stationed, those two get outdoors in all different climates.

Hunter makes it his priority to teach Asher an adaptability that branches to all aspects of life. He may or may not let his Sergeant disposition take over out of habit. Tough love happens.

Asher is inquisitive by nature and extremely attentive to the instruction. Ba’vodu Hunter is his muse.

Hunter regards Asher as the Commando Prince.

Mando’a sessions and training with the Ba’vodu Hunter? It’s practically Commando Bible Study.

Hunter teaches Asher different skill sets like tracking, most efficient takedowns, cleaning and skinning a catch, and overall how to be proficient with a blade.

Asher also learnt all of Uncle Hunter’s favorite breathing techniques. :)

Asher is good and well with the knives, but he prefers his crossbow.

Their favorite outdoor spot is down by the creek, sequestered away in the thicket where they can chat idly, gorge on fresh catches, and unwind. It has been reported that those two have taken a nap out in nature on more than one occasion. Ask Tech for the recording.

Asher + Ba’vodu Wrecker

Asher and Uncle Wrecker are workout buddies. The Ramser’ika is built a bit broader than his Dad but still retains the height. Uncle Wrecker thinks the kid might outgrow him one day.

Wrecker teaches Asher how to stretch beforehand so that he doesn’t injure his muscles (Hunter has the breathing techniques, Wrecker has the stretching ones).

Even though Asher doesn’t provide much physical challenge for the likes of Wrecker, he loves being the human barbell regardless.

Asher all-around loves getting yeeted by his huge Uncle whenever, wherever.

They are a bit of a chaotic duo. Lots of jokes and roughhousing. Kid’s got a GREAT sense of humor. Not the cynical kind his Dad tries (and fails) to deliver, the kind that gets you laughing so hard your belly hurts. Really, the guys are impressed.

Wrecker called Asher “Ashy” when he was a baby. Uncle Wrecker 100% had the best baby talk.

Wrecker loved dressing baby Asher. :)

Further props to the big guy for being the only Ba’vodu to successfully keep up with the toddler energy.

Can dismantle a bomb by the age of six thanks to Uncle Wrecker. :)

The two turn into something of chemists (under the supervision of a highly tense Uncle Tech), and all the colorful explosions strike the young prodigy as fascinating.

Asher discovers his penchant for art because of his Uncle Wrecker. Both love painting and piecing together armor. :)

Speaking of, Wrecker was the most insistent on Asher getting his own set; began begging as soon as the little man could hold his head up.

First armor fitting with Uncle Wrecker is one of Asher’s favorite moments to date.

Uncle Wrecker took Asher for rides on the family Gonk when he was little. Thus they both share a deep bond with Gertrude the Gonk.

Asher wants a Gonk farm for reasons unknown to his father, who just grudgingly picked up the third damn one that week.

Asher + Ba’vodu Tech

NERD DUO.

Asher is the most enthusiastic trivia night participant to date, it’s hard to believe he’s the offspring of Crosshair. Tech is over the moon. Constantly reminds the boy of how much more tolerable he is to be around than his father, which earns an indignant huff from Crosshair off to the side.

Two nerds rambling on about quadratic formulas.

Asher and Tech share some simarities in appearance: Asher is far-sighted, so he has corrective eyewear that he wears when reading/looking at things up close. (He looks adorable in glasses. Very scholarly. Uncle Tech is proud).

Tech helped Asher procure the perfect pair, and had to refrain from equipping it with all these groovy enhancements similar to that of his own (it doesn’t need spyware, Uncle Tech; it’s just a pair of reading glasses).

Tech is practically always recording Asher, from the time he was a baby, all throughout the milestones. Loves making growth charts and spreadsheets for it.

Uncle Tech, with his amassment of data, forces everyone to adhere to a strict nutritional outline for the growing child. Will wake the nephew up in the middle of the night to ensure he took his supplements before bed.

Asher’s sassiness really shines through with Uncle Tech, much to the man’s exasperation, who holds out hope that he is not dealing with a literal Crosshair 2.0. (Realizes his hopes were in vain when he meets Asher’s spitfire sister)

Back to recordings: Asher loves getting to view all the old footage of his family in action.

Alongside Wrecker, Tech also aids in the armor process by way of design printouts and all the appropriate measurements. For someone as painstaking as Tech, it’s a constant revision.

Asher + Ba’vodu Echo

Asher is given the nickname “Six” by Echo, as the sixth honorary member of the Bad Batch.

“Watch your six” became a running joke in the fam. :)

Asher once called Echo “Five” in good nature. He doesn’t understand why Uncle Echo holes up for the rest of the day after. That night, he learns about an Uncle Fives.

Echo shares his stories and experiences of a bygone era. Asher is a persuasive little thing so Echo always ends up sharing more than he initially intended. He finds it to be therapeutic, meanwhile Asher is enrapt with the fact that he has millions of Uncles.

Asher reminds Echo of the cadets on Kamino.

Uncle Echo tends to plunge himself into deep reminisce around the kid. Asher is a tender soul and easy to bond with. Echo is ashamed to admit that the kid has seen more crying sessions than deemed appropriate.

Echo wonders what Fives’ son would be like, or any of his millions of brothers’. One day it hits him that Asher is the encapsulation of a time and people that are no more. He is every single one of those child soldiers, stripped of the soldier and left to his sacred, coveted youth. Asher is what freedom—identity—looks like for a Clone Trooper. Youthful bliss.

Asher and Echo share the most unique, intimate bond out of all of the Uncles. Echo thinks the Ramser’ika is a good listener like his Dad.

Bonus headcanons for the Buire: Asher l o v e s spectating Mom and Dad’s Sabacc matches. Puts his little glasses on so he can see the cards, leans over Mom’s shoulder and proceeds to brag to Dad over her winning hand (even if it’s not actually one). Asher is Mom’s biggest simp, second only to Dad of course.

I have blurbs/drabbles for all of these scenarios if y’all would like to see!

[yandere-sins]

I just wanna say, I love how you write the miya twins as yanderes! May I request a drabble aight them doing some forced cuddles? Yknow, keeping it pg ;)

"PG” on a yandere blog, alright xD Thanks for requesting ♥

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Scrolling on his phone with one hand, Osamu used his free one to brush the tips of his fingers up and down your back comfortingly. You watched him silently browse through Instagram and Twitter, never huffing, never chuckling at the posts, and you stayed completely quiet in return. It was your nightly ritual with him and the only chance you had to hear from other people outside of this apartment you were held in. See how their lives kept moving on while yours had been put on hold ever since you had been brought here.

Osamu didn’t mind you reading his texts and posts, even asking for your opinions on what to write occasionally. To you, it was a tiny bit of freedom, even if it wouldn’t help you escape from your nightmare. But to him, it was so much more. For Osamu, it was a form of intimacy he had never shared with anyone before. Having you rest by his side, his arm around you, and your head close enough to kiss was enough to make his heart palpitate no matter how often you two did it. There was no one in the world he would have wanted to share his evenings with instead.

But there was one more person you two had to deal with.

Atsumu’s shower had long been turned off, but he always took a long time in the bathroom to give his body the care it needed. His career was still going strong, and so much relied on him being fit and healthy from head to toe. It gave you and Osamu some calm before the storm, but nothing lasted forever.

The smell of soap and aftershave waved over you as the additional weight of Atsumu’s toned body pressed up to you from behind. Arms slung around your midriff, and you were effectively caged between the twins, but you felt Osamu’s stuck arm resting on your back, curling and pushing Atsumu away. Offended, Atsumu let out a fake grumble of pain, and Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Ouch!” he complained, but allowed some air between your bodies, enough so that Osamu could lift his arm out, letting it fall to the side instead, Atsumu taking the chance to inch closer to you again. You didn’t want to feel every one of his muscles tensing against you, but nothing would have changed by fighting it. It was a painful realization, one you had to make too long ago already. Struggling and fighting only led to more dissatisfaction between all of you, no matter if you had to sacrifice more than just your comfort to accommodate your captors.

With his face burrowing into the nape of your neck happily, Atsumu took some deep breaths, relaxing after a long day of working out and training. He once told you there were two things that made him especially happy after a hard day: spooning you and feeling your warmth in his arms, and making you laugh. You believed him, but he had to settle for number one more often these days, as there was nothing for you to laugh about anymore.

It wasn’t too long until Osamu put his phone away, reasonably exhausted after working all day too. Switching off the light, the already dark room only grew darker; colder too. But you never had to freeze. Not with Atsumu wrapping a big blanket around you three and Osamu turning around so you could comfortably rest against his chest. The two bodies were like heaters around you, saving a lot of money on the electricity bill and making sure you’d never be cold. Just like you warmed their hearts, they wanted you to rely on their warmth and, more importantly, miss it when they were gone.

Just another one of their awful tactics to force you into this relationship you didn’t want. Another attempt on making you appreciate and love them against your will. But secured between them, another day ended, and your eyes closed as the brothers held you close to their bodies, breathing you in and loving you even more every second you were in their arms. Gentle, fulfilled. Their definition of happiness; that’s what you were. They may have been poison, but you were a drug they couldn’t get away from.

And at least in your dreams, you could forget this tragedy for a little bit while the twins got to dream about paradise.

[levi-supreme]

Hiiii may I ask for a friendship night for Valentines with Sasha? We're both single and just wanna go have some fun! (But maybe she's crushing on Niccolo and they haven't started dating yet).

Maybe we're going to take a dance class and have to figure out who is going to be leading? It's all in good fun! There's lots of silliness and laughing. Oh and, or alternatively... if there's food involved because, we like food LOL.

I think something like a casual pants suit that's loose around the legs might be cute! And perhaps a ribbon tied around front. Comfortable but just a tiny bit dressy that allows for movement.

Eliza!!! Omg this was such a cute idea. The idea of Sasha crushing on Nicolo and not getting asked out on a Valentine's Day date seems to be a very bad combination XD

Nonetheless, here's your lovely pantsuit for your best friend date with Sasha, and I hope you enjoy!! This is set in the events of this drabble, but the two of them aren't officially 'dating' yet haha.

Just like that drabble, you two call each other 'babe' as a cute nickname. Also, two random SNK characters will guest star as your dance instructors!!

There's quite a bit of dialogue, and I tried to keep this less like an instruction manual on ballroom dancing too (but there's some footnotes at the end hehe). I hope it was fun for you!!!

Rei's Ask Games: Valentine's Day Special (closed!!)

It was Valentine's Day today, yet, your best friend was in an extremely bad mood. Sasha had been crushing on the handsome chef Nicolo from the café on campus for the longest time ever, and likewise, he was interested in her too. She was looking forward to going on a Valentine's Day date with Chef Nicolo, yet all she got was disappointment when he told her that he had to work at the café that day because there were many couples going there for dinner reservations.

"Cheer up, babe, it's just a date," you told Sasha one night in your shared dormitory. Sasha was stuffing her face full of ice cream, sulking while eating straight out of the tub. "We can go out on a best friend date too." Hearing you, Sasha visibly cheered up, shouting 'sisters before misters!' in a loud voice before eating more ice cream. You chuckled, thinking of how to have the most fun with your best friend that day.

Come Valentine's Day, Sasha was surprised when you told her to dress up in something comfortable and easy. Seeing you wear a beige coloured pantsuit, Sasha decided to follow you, wearing a pair of khaki wide-legged pants and a white chiffon blouse.

"So, where are we going, babe? You've been so secretive." Sasha grumbled as you both left your dormitory.

"You'll find out soon." You replied with a laugh.

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"You brought me dancing?" Sasha shot you a look as you both stood outside the dance studio. Many people were entering the studio to register their attendance for the class, yet Sasha was reluctant to enter.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that? It's fun. Plus, you get to dance with me, your best friend." Sasha looked around the studio after hearing you. Majority of the people there were couples trying to learn something new together, and Sasha felt the both of you stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Hi! Are you here for the dance class?" A lady with short platinum blonde hair came up to the both of you with a wide smile. "We're starting in five, so it's best to register your attendance." You gave the lady a nod and dragged Sasha into the studio, signing your attendances on a piece of paper. The both of you stood by the barres and waited for the class to start. Soon, another tall male with short black hair called everyone to gather in the middle. The lady from earlier was standing next to him.

"Good evening, class. My name is Marlowe, and this charming lady on my righty is my partner, Hitch. We'll be your instructors for the next 10 sessions."

Once the instructors finished going through the administrative details, they started with simple warmups and stretches, followed by the basic footwork of Rumba. You were having some difficulty catching up, but Sasha was doing a fantastic job following the tempo and the steps. She also seemed a little more intrigued by the lesson, and was paying better attention.

Instructor Marlowe then got everyone to form up into pairs, getting the males to stand on the left while the females stood on the right. You and Sasha stared at each other.

"Okay, now, who's going to be the guy?" Sasha looked at you.

"You're the better candidate, isn't it? You're the taller and manlier one."

Sasha playfully poked your rib, earning a giggle from you, "I'm manlier? Says the one who dared Jean to go on a date."

"And failed terribly," you grimaced, "oh, come on, Sasha, just be the guy. You're better than me anyway."

"Fine, Eliza, fine." Sasha relented and stood on your left. Marlowe then told the people standing on the left to mirror his movements, while the people standing on the right are to mirror Hitch.

"Now, gentlemen—and one lady—as the leader, place your right hand below your partner's right shoulder blade," Marlowe placed his right arm below Hitch's shoulder blade and everyone else imitated him, "and the lady is to place their left hand on their partner's shoulder, resting their arm comfortably like so." Hitch placed her hand on Marlowe's shoulder and you copied her.

"Remember to keep your arms and elbows joined together so that you can feel the connection. Next, hold your partner's hand like so." Everyone in class followed the instructions given by Marlowe.

"Always remember to look into your partner's eyes when you dance, yes? I don't want anyone to be looking at their feet!" Sasha and you looked at each other, and after a few seconds of silence, Sasha burst out laughing and you bit down on your lip.

"Oh, I am feeling that connection, Eliza, not sure if you do," Sasha wiggled her eyebrows and you snorted, causing the couple standing near you to turn around. You quickly muttered a soft apology before focusing on the two instructors.

"Now, at our count, let's try the Rumba together, shall we?" Hitch smiled at the class and everyone happily echoed after her. "On our count: one, two, three, one, two, three..." As Hitch started counting, everyone in class tried dancing together. You were really afraid of stepping on Sasha's foot, but Sasha was a natural; she switched over from the partner steps to the leader steps smoothly even without prior practise, since both of you were learning the partner steps together earlier.

After a while, Hitch started playing a song on the radio and told everyone to try and dance to the music. You were feeling more confident, and Sasha was doing a fantastic job leading the dance. Both instructors had their eyes on the both of you as well. By the end of the lesson, Sasha was smiling from ear to ear.

"Oh my god, babe, that was so fun!" Sasha laughed as she drank water from her bottle, "it was better than what I expected."

"Well, instructor Marlowe did seem to take a liking to you. Maybe you can ditch Nicolo and go for him instead." You joked and Sasha rolled her eyes.

"As much as he did disappoint me, I'm not ditching Nicolo for him." Sasha paused in her steps and a devilish grin appeared across her face. "You know what? Maybe I should bring Nicolo here next week. You can bring Jean." You nearly dropped your purse.

"No way, bestie," you cringed again, shuddering at the thought, "that one dare was enough. I am not asking Jean out on any more dates ever again." Sasha laughed again and hugged you close, talking excitedly about supper and how she was going to make Nicolo come here next week. You listened to her with a soft smile, glad that this best friend date turned out well after all.

In ballroom dancing, the male is usually the 'leader' and he usually starts with the left foot. On the other hand, the female is the 'partner' and she starts with the right foot.

I've always pictured Sasha to be a really fast learner, and she can definitely learn just by watching and observing too. She's also really good at making sense of things, so Sasha could definitely adapt to switching from the 'partner' steps over to the 'leader' steps without a problem.

Also, Jean makes a cameo in mention here because he's your mutual friend and you're interested in him. Once, Sasha dared you to asked him out on a date (which didn't go as well as you expected), so Sasha likes to tease you about it XD

[dnofsunshine]

3, 7, and 18!

awww omg tysm, again <333 for the weird questions for writers ask game:

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

i don't... have a routine, i don't think? the first thing i have to do is take my adhd meds. XD usually i have lo-fi going or i write in silence, but i absolutely have to write on my laptop, lol. i got a tablet with a keyboard and i'm struggling to get used to it, so that's why it's cursed. phone writing? nope. cannot. writing on paper?? that's so,,, i can write outlines on paper but??? fic?? uh uh. i absolutely, positively have to have my laptop or i'm screwed lol.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

i love the thrill of sharing it. i also really enjoy going back and re-reading it later, when i'm looking for something specifically tailored to my needs. but mostly i love sharing it, whether it's privately with one of my online friends or on ffn/ao3. feedback gives me lifeee

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

oh dear. XD i wrote this after watching an episode of the anime horimiya, it just screamed Kageyama?? in the episode, one of the mcs, Hori, has a fever and she's wanting someone there, but her mom is always working, so she's alone and she doesn't want to be, but her bf stops by to give her some medicine and she's not lucid, she keeps asking, "Where are you going?" over and over, because she doesn't want to be alone, and i just... i had to write this.

he's drugged from some medicine after a pulled muscle, and he's had a nightmare, and he's at Hinata's. a lovely combo and opportunity for h/c.

here's the passage from a drabble i wrote recently:

“Where are you?” Kageyama repeated, even though Hinata was right in front of him now. Holding him now. “Where are you?”

“I’m right here.” His hands squeezed Kageyama’s forearms in what he hoped was reassurance, attempting to keep the panic out of his voice because what the heck was happening? “I’m right here, Kageyama.”

A whimper fell from Kageyama’s lips: a helpless, vulnerable sound that made Kageyama seem so much younger and smaller than he looked. Something in Hinata’s chest shifted and plummeted, sinking so fast and so hard that it left his body without even giving him time to prepare.

Was Kageyama even lucid?

“Kageyama?” Hinata repeated, soft and careful but so very scared. “Can… can you hear me?”

Kageyama’s head lulled forward, forehead resting against Hinata’s chest. His voice shook as he echoed repeatedly: “Where are you? Where… where are you, Hinata?”

“I’m here,” Hinata whispered, tears swimming in his eyes. “You… you keep asking where I am, but… but what are you really saying, Kageyama?”

this changed a bit in that later, Natsu shows up asking about Kageyama, and she wasn't supposed to, but eh that's how the writer life works XD

(p.s.: this scene also screams takaishida, i may do a takaishida version hehe. what can i say i'm a sucker for the lonely ones with abandonment issues)

[neko-bri]

Hii!! Just want to say that I love your blog and that you are a sweetie! If I can ask, I would like to see your personal headcanons about hitsuhina or Hitsugaya (or both of them XD) , as I'm a huge fan from their bound Xxx

Hii!!!! OMG just fkfhfkfkfkw this ask message made me smile! Thank you so much for sending this!!! I just...am crying so bad! I thank you anon-san!!! I love your blog too!! I am sure of it since you love hitsuhina too!!! < 333 they are one of my favorite ships ever!! * 3 * I want to write more drabbles of these two precious babies of ours! < 333 I am sorry if this was late!! ; a ; you are so precious!! We all can be friends with our love for hitsuhina!! < 333 I did find my old headcanons too from my old momo rp tumblr as well! * 3 * I may have made this too long with some headcanons. sorry sorry!!

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Momo headcanon -- [ Growth ] For Momo as a headcanon I did have a few but one of them was I thought about how Momo looked at herself after Aizen's betrayal and her admiration for him was shattered. I thought that she wanted to become stronger with experience of that pain over what happened. To grow into someone who is mature and want to gain more experience but to also keep moving forward with time to gain new experiences. She is thankful for being able to look at herself with happiness and even the sadness, she could learn and cope with her feelings to learn to grow up. Her feelings for Aizen slowly diminish and her heart is set on new goals for growing stronger. As she met her new captain she wanted to share that strength to learn to be stronger so she can find the strength to never feel that again. Her Captain Hirako shares the pain of being betrayed and used like a pawn. Knowing Momo's pain and Toshiro knowing that Momo went through all that. His strength to protect Momo is what he strives for. I just thought Momo want to keep going and look back as a strength to see how far she has come. She is healing with time slowly but, will also open the door for her heart to trust again with all the bad experiences she faced and pain. She is such a strong woman to heal and also learn to walk forward.

____________________________ [Momo's headcanon] Hair cut || Headcanon

A new start. New life was beginning the day of all the heartache. The long hair had symbolized the time with a distant past. So long forgotten. Back then it also meant forgetting the love that was forged from becomming a fukutaichou  within fifth division along with a dearest love that has for long betrayed deep within this very soul. Symbolize of change the brunette had thought about how hair change and the appearance over starting over. A new light had shown on her with the hair clip given from a very special friend dear to her own heart. Not mentioning the name—-she had thought of moving past all the pain and everything that caused the cheerful shinigami to frown. Fresh start on how childish, naive, and foolish the very girl thought change was in order.

A new light has shine upon me… That is why I wish to change, to become a better person. This is my time to shine. _______________________________________________ [Momo Headcanon ] Trust

—-ღ Trust has many ways of words through your mouth. It can be a trust that no longer alive. Or this trust has been broken by a deep wound to the heart. That trust…had always effected the brunette when a sword by her admirater had broke her in half. That pain lived through her each day. Still remembering the way he use to smile at her, teach her things, show her how to become stronger. Those days—-were now gone with that trust completely destroyed. After her coma; the trust that normally would be able to surround the ones easily. Had been slightly putting Momo in fear. Fear to approach others or even to love. If she ever found it again; it take her time to slowly sooth the wound that was gravely wounded by the one who she once trusted… Hinamori had troubles giving that trust to the ones who use to be near her. Or new ones. Once she opened her heart; fear began to consume her between being used again like a tool. That is what eats her alive each day until finally breaking into million pieces.

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Hitsuhina [Bonds] [Headcanon]

—-ღ Bonds… This word meant a lot to the brunette who created many bonds with her friends. One of them was a child along side her which she never forget. That person had kept at her side since day one. Hinamori still remains beside him even after everything. Blaming herself for what little thing wasn’t her fault. Her childhood friend, Shiro-chan still forgives her and continue to do so. How Hinamori could not understand his reasoning in forgiveness. It was something she always want to keep their bonds strong. Holding hand in, hand they will fight against anything that would try to break them apart. Never again would she wish to point her blade at someone who never gave up on her. He was the most important person to her. Still remaining as her precious friend that never will die out. For his forgiveness that made her smile to herself in the mirror. It was something she will never mistaken from his words. His words that helped her through so much. She will keep a good grip on his hand and forever keeping the bond that the two have created.

Never again will let it break apart…

[monday-headache]

Hey Simon! Thank you for the amazing ask <3 Right back at you:

I love that you're writing/arting about characters that have never met in canon (Gaige and Sasha, Fiona and Scarlett). What drew you to writing these characters together? And are there any more that you'd love to explore one day? :D

Hey Sarah, glad it made you smile. I want to have more interaction with the fandom so I’ll try to make this a regular, so please be free to send me questions whenever. I’d love to read your thoughts ;)

And Omg, that’s a fantastic question as well but, be aware, this is gonna be an essay as well.

Mhh where to start, where to start.

So first things first, My headcanon of why I think Gaige and Sasha would be best friends started a pretty long while ago, way before I even got gently pushed towards the Idea of really starting to write about it in the first place. Because you must know, even though Strays is my first longshot, it is also my very first fanfc I’ve ever written in like ever. So no matter how shitty, great or whatever it will turn out to be or how well others will be, Strays has and will always have a special place in my heart. And I’m not gonna rush things either, even when the fandom will die out, my Ideas for it will flow ;)

But yeah how it started. To put it simply Gaige was my first character In Borderlands ever that I played myself. I knew about the Lore of 1 and I’ve played 1 with a friend by the time it came out, but I played 1 myself AFTER I finished 2 So that may be a big reason, why I have such an open spot for Gaige. But also because she is fun, quirky extreme, punky, loves robots and tech... to put it simple a lot of traits I really love about a character. Her backstory with the science fair was so fresh and funny, and it may be one of my favorite spoken dialogue interactions heard over echo cassette’s

Then after Bl2 my love for Borderlands continued, played 1, played TPS and then... There was Tales, and by god do I loved Tales, and I hella still do. You probably know the feeling yourself. And with the love for the game, came a huge love for it’s cast. Like seriously I think besides Tector there isn’t really a character where I was going like, “ugh this one is trash” on the contrary. And besides my obvious love for the main 2 characters, there was a big love for the Deutagonist’s of this masterpiece. Namely Sasha and Loaderbot.

Loaderbot may have officially taken the spot for me as most favorite Robot in video game history ever (and Gortys for the most precious character ever). Like his whole segment of kidnapping them, forcing them to tell the truth, only to show how much he had grieved, how betrayed he felt and that he did all of tha  for his loved ones. Man say what you will about him, but damn he was written perfectly. I was blown away.

Secondly is of course, as you might have guessed it Sasha. I could go lengths for her too, how much I love and admire her character, how real she felt as a sister, a pandoran and last but not least as a human. Sasha felt to me like the most well rounded out character of the 6 (pls don’t hate me for it guys) From the punk rebellious attitude, to learning that she had an anti Hyperion pirate radio, that she used to broadcast bad things that happens in her neighbourhood, to her adapting her morals and learn that even in the most corrupt organisations there are still normal people struggling with their own life, and then progressing from it. And lastly after everything was at loss, the money the plan, she was willing to sacrifice her whole life for a dear friend/s, even on her dying breath putting both Rhys and her Sister at ease and in her last moments. Amazing.

Oooh boy and that was just the prelude to it all XD

After that I noticed a lot of similarities, between characters. Sasha and Loaderbot for instance are both pragmatic, put the lives of their loved ones over their own, love tech, are socially open people while holding back on information and emotion. Not to mention the scenes in 2 and 3 and also 4 and 5 where it is slightly hinted how well Sasha and Loaderbot work together, without sharing much words. So naturally the Idea was born that Sash and LB became quite close.

And the same goes for Sasha and Gaige. I was actually surprised that nobody (not entirely true, I saw one fanart of it) seemed to made that connection before as it was so obvious to me. So basically Sasha is a softer version of Gaige, in many terms. They both have a big heart for tech and especially guns. They both hosted a small radio broadcast that blew up in their region over night. Both are anarchist’s who spread the word for awareness, how fucked up the company war actually is. Both are not really good at their aim. Both call robots as their closes’t friends. Both share a deep hatred for Handsome Jack and his doings. Both fought a giant ass Vault Monster and nearly died in the process of doing so. Both got screwed up big time and now have a huge bounty on their head... So you see the list goes on, and honestly the more I write them, the more similarities I notice, both hc wise and canon wise. So there more I thought about it, and noticed similarites the more I fell in love with the Idea of them becoming close. And from there the Idea was born, that they probably met on a job ( the most likely scenario in the Borderlands universe). It had to be before BL3 of course, and to be after Tales naturally so that only put one timeline in the focus, Commander Lillith.

To be honest, I didn’t expect everything turning out so big. Like seriously I orifinally planed like 8k words or so. Now I’m dangling on the Idea of having 13 chapters and a big ass finally, a neat wrap up of everything and even a possible epilogue XD Yeah, that wasn’t what I expected either but damn do I love doing it.

Like seriously my headcanons only just gotten bigger and bigger. From a whole nebula system in the galaxy, to regions I created in my own mind for it, to even complex backstorys. Like why Sasha wears a headband, why she loves guns so much, what happened to her and Fi’s parents, why she was raised by her aunt, what does Felix have to do with it, Why Gaige has this kicks of both sudden depression and manical behavior. Why she’s so close to her dad, but her mom wasn’t even mentioned once (but teased), why she wanted to become a wedding planer, and why she is so obsessed with robots and margarita mix. I think one day, this thing will turn into a tabletop game or something XD

So estimated 20k words on my answer later and now we are going for my own created ship Scarleona. Don’t worry, as much as I like to gosh about that too, it wont take as long I prommy.

Scarleona was created in a sudden urge while thinking about what happpend to Fiona while Strays happened. And similar to Gaige and Sasha, Scarleona was born from a dynamic. Especially of those from two Ladybosses with Silvertongue and speech 100XD Fiona and Scarlett may have become my favorite Fiona ship (no offense everybody) because of how well they play off each other. Fiona is a con artist, her whole life she was used to swindle, to play it cool and by ear, go with the flow, and expect the unexpected. So here core idea is that she is manupulating people by LYING to them.

Scarlett on the other hand is similar while also the complete opposite to it. She is backstabby, plays with her charm and most importantly she is dead honest while tricking people. In fact even so honest that people don’t even realised that they got tricked even though she told it several times before. And this dynamic is so fascinating to me. You see, Fiona has almost an answer an action for everything prepared, but the idea that her winning honesty, is mind puzzling to Fiona is so perfect. @michellespenscratchz wrote me a drabble several months ago and I think that line describes it just perfect

“So, let me see if I got this straight,” Fiona tilted her head inquisitively at Captain Scarlett. “You needed these Vault Hunters’ help to find this treasure for you. So you…just asked them?”

“That’s right.” Scarlett nodded, inspecting her hook nonchalantly.

“Even though they knew you wanted it for yourself?” Fiona asked.

“Indeed,” Scarlett replied.

“And they…” Fiona blinked, “…knew you planned on fighting them for it once they had it.”

“Of course they did,” Scarlett shrugged. “I told them as much.”

“You told them?”

“Yes.”

“And they helped you anyway?”

“Precisely.” Scarlett turned her hat against the blistering wind. “I fear I don’t quite grasp what about this is so difficult to grasp, Fiona dear.”

“Huh.” Fiona cast her gaze out across the expanse of Pandoran horizon. “I guess I just gotta–I dunno–rethink my whole life right now.”

So yeah, that was basically it. I kinda diagressed and didn’t want to hurt your eyes more looking at the long ass text, but please if you have some more questions to it, pls hit me. I love to gosh about it <3

And thank you so much <3 This was hella fun

[talkfantasytome]

I see that you have a lot of Nessian stories. 1) Are they your favorite ship? 2) What's your favorite piece of your favorite ship that you've written. 3) And on a separate note, are you currently working on something? If so, can you gives us a snippet?

HI NONNIE!

Okay, first, I just wanna let you know, you're gonna have a special place in my heart forever. <3 You're the first to ask me questions like this/questions about me, and I'm soooo excited. 💕

Also, sorry, but I'm excited and I talk a lot in general, and typing doesn't change that...

1) YES! Nessian very much is (so far). Don't get me wrong, there are a loooot of other ships I love. And Lysaedion got pretty close to taking over, ngl. And I do have a fic I'm hoping to write for them with a prompt sitting in my ask box. Plus other fic ideas for other ships, and I want to do more in both ToG and ACOTAR (CC it'll basically always be 'It Would've Been So Right' and whatever one-shots/drabbles come after it in the same AU.) But, there's something about Nessian. No matter what, I keep coming back to them. And while it may just be me being wayyy to in love with Cassian, I do think it's more than that. xD

2) Hmmmm...THAT'S SO TOUGH! It's probably, at the moment, Don't Forget Your Orgasm - cause the banter that inspired the title may be some of THE BEST banter I've ever written. But, I don't know...The Girl in the Hat also holds a special place in my heart. Maybe cause I literally thought of it in the shower, and within about 3-4 hours it was all written and published, on the eve of my birthday. lol But, that one's harder to think about - cause it makes me cry.

Wait, no, actually, I think it's Did You Know You Have a Freckle? (see, I even linked that one). Which is in the Velaris Tattoo Parlor series. I was really happy with how I structured it, and also how I ended it, kinda turning it around. It's just soft and fluffy and so sweet.

3) Something Nessian or something in general? 👀 I'll admit, I have a lot more written outside of Nessian, mostly cause a lot of my Nessian stuff is shorter stories and it gets published faster. I do have a fic I'm slowlyyyy working on that is NextGen and does, kinda, involve a Nessian kid - BUT THAT'S ALL I'LL SAY! (Other than a snippet I maybe already shared.)

So, I'll give you two short snippets.

Here's basically my only current Nessian WIP that's more than an idea/bullet points/two lines:

"Happy Solstice, Cassian," she said kindly. She gave him a small hug or, well, it was more like she lightly pressed her body against his, and then stepped back, leaving a small, wrapped box in his hand. She looked toward Emerie and then back up at him. "I'm happy for you." She gave him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, and then walked out the room, giving everyone a final wave before collecting her coat and heading out into the night to go back to her place.

He couldn't help but wonder if she was going to that same apartment. Perhaps he could fly by there tonight-

No, Cassian! He rolled his eyes at his own stupidity and then looked back at the box.

He turned it over in his hands, studying the precise wrapping. She'd gotten him a gift. He didn't even know if he could open it. The fact that he had a present from Nesta was enough. He could place this wrapped box on his nightside table and it would be the best piece of decoration in any house he'd ever lived in.

(Sad truth: This has been a WIP since before pretty much every Nessian piece I've published.)

And, super smol, surprise WIP, not telling what. 😝

Adayra pulled away, her brow furrowed as she looked at him, confusion building within her.

"You...," he started, sighing heavily. "You're not going to like what you see."

She brushed her thumb against his cheek. "Impossible," she said gently, her eyes locking with his.

Watching his torso, Adayra undid the third and fourth button, certain she saw his chest rising higher with each breath.

[decembermoonskz]

— 🌙💜🦉 content creator - 2020 review  

i was tagged my so many lovelies !! thank you @sleepylixie​ @n8dlesoupguk​ @delicatewerewolfsoul​ @meiiyue​ @chogiwow​ for tagging me! 

here we go!! :D

1. First creation of 2020 and most recent creation of 2020:

most recent: Right now it’d be the bday timestamp I made for lily and Snowfall, my jack frost!jeongin fic (but i’m working on broken compass aka mad king!chan atm) first: It’s actually an unposted chan fic pfff I made it in january of 2020, but at the time I wasn’t even on tumblr (it was a demon!chan fic)

2. One of your favorite creations from 2020:

I think I have more than one favorite but I’d say Lie To Me my witch!chan fic I made is one of my favorites I’ve made so far, and Broken Compass although it isn’t released yet (psst go check out the masterlist and snippets now to get ready for it!)

3. A creation you’re really proud of:

Daffodil, without a doubt. On top of it being one of my longest fics I’ve ever written, the process that went into making it and the fact that it’s what helped me start posting makes it something I’m really proud of. 

4. A creation that took you forever:

Uuuuh still Daffodil LOL xD It’s such a long fic and I spent a good amount of time redrafting and proofreading, (it’s also almost 30k words sooooooo-) but yeah it’s such a long fic that it’s length alone is probs the one that took forever. Broken Compass is also taking a while but it’s also a multi-part series. >v>a (although my 100 followers drabbles took me a minute too but not quite as long)

5. A creation from 2020 that received the most notes:

Daffodil again, it’s almost at 400 notes which I think is crazy and I’m super thankful for that honestly, it means the world that people really enjoyed, osme even said it was their favorite or favorirte chan fic they’ve read and that just really touched my heart. TTwTT

6. A creation you think deserved more notes:

Hmmm I’m not really caught up on the amount of notes my works get if I’m being honest. Of course I’d like for ppl to enjoy what I put out, but this blog is more so for me to practice sharing my work so whatever amount of notes I get is fine. If I had to pick one that I hope gets more recognition someday then..... I’ll just go with Lie To Me and probably Remedy, two fics from my series The Lost Luna (really just all of TLL I hope more people can enjoy it ^v^)

7. A new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it:

Uuuuh I only write for skz and that’s not really a new fandom since I’ve been stanning them since about May of 2018 so yeah. xD

8. A creation you made that breaks your heart:

Probably Crow’s Blood, Minho’s part of TLL. It’s one of the more angsty fics I’ve written, but also Close Call one of my Jisung drabbles made me kinda emo too. My heart goes out to him in that one hehe

9. A ‘simple’ creation you really love:

Oh oh! One of my timestamps! [3:01pm] it has Chan as a thief and the mc is a princess. It’s so simple and cute and a lot of people actually really enjoyed it much to my pleasant surprise! ^^ Some even asked for a part 2 so I’ve been playing around with the idea. It was an idea that hit me and I wrote it on the spot and posted it soon after. (I also think my mailbox asks are cute which is basically small bite-sized skz soft hours asks)

10. A creation that was inspired by another one:

Hmmm.... I suppose I was inspired to make The Lost Luna after seeing some witch!svt fics by @puppetwritings​ if that counts? Like seeing them write for seventeen and make them witches inspired me and made me think that stray kids as witches would be cool! plus I didn’t feel like witch!skz was something you saw very often so I went for it.

11. A favorite creation made by someone else:

Oh boy I don’t have just one so here’s a list of my recs FICS IN BOLD  ARE NSFW/18+ SO MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE AND PLEASE RESPECT AUTHOR’S GUIDELINES ABOUT NOT HAVING MINORS ON THEIR BLOGS

(these are mainly bang chan fics... forgive me my bias is showing so heavily here >/////<)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ That Mixtape Love, In Umbra and Only Fools Rush In by @sleepylixie ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Prowl, Standby by @skzctnightnight ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Midnight Snack by @rebecca-noona  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Bittersweet and Things You Said At 1am by @n8dlesoupguk ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Storm Wanderer by @aliceu​ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Seesaw 2020 ver. by @dreaminghaos​ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Lucky and You Love Me by @dreamescapeswriting​ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ 11:11 by @lettersfromaphrodite​​ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ A to Z Boyfriend Bang Chan by @rosieecheeks​​ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Crimson by @mikoto-ica-fics​ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Phobia by @hanflix​  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Date A Boy Who Makes You Mixtapes and A Dress Made of Starlight by @moonlit-han​ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Love You Unconditionally and Pporappippam by @chaninfused​   ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ [2:38pm] by @staylibrary​​ 

these all are so good and I’m probably forgetting some more honeslty (y’all are so talented oof-)

12. Some of your favorite content creators from this year:

@sleepylixie​ @skzctnightnight​ @rebecca-noona​ @n8dlesoupguk​ @aliceu​ @dreamescapeswriting​ @mikoto-ica-fics​ @hanflix​ @moonlit-han​ @lettersfromaphrodite​ @chaninfused​ @delicatewerewolfsoul​ @rosieecheeks​​ @meiiyue​ @binniesthighs​ 

13. And for good measure, another couple of creations of yours you love:

oh um hmmm I linked a bunch of my stuff already but I’ll go ahead and link some more that I haven’t already LOL I enjoyed writing: 

fraglie - bc tempting - lmh  [6:03pm] - lmh in your dreams - hhj stand by me - scb rise again - hjs catch that royal - lf brown sugar - yji 

[dragonologist-phd]

1, 4, 8, 9 and 10 for the Meta Asks, please!

thank you!

1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

ooh fun question! i have a lot of drabble/one shot ideas but I’ll take this to mean current multi-chapter fics! Right now I have three stories that I’m currently (more or less) updating

Of Diamonds and Dust- Dragon Age Origins fic featuring the journey of Wardens Darvis Brosca and Marja Aeducan during the first game! It basically started with me playing the dwarf origins and thinking “Wow my Aeducan and Brosca would really not like each other”, and so of course I had to write about them being forced to work together and eventually developing a reluctant found family relationship. Updates are kinda slow but pretty consistent- it’s definitely my longest fic and honestly I’m a lot further than I expected to get when I first started. I just really like these characters and want to keep writing them!

If The Creeks Don’t Rise- Pillars of Eternity Desta/Aloth fic! It feels like forever since I’ve updated this one, but I’m hoping to work more on it soon once fluff inspiration returns! I love developing the “between the scenes” moments in games, and Desta and Aloth’s relationship is so sweet and soft.

Prodigy- Tyranny fic focusing on the family dynamics between my Fatebinder, Bleden Mark, and Sirin! I’m replaying Tyranny right now (with DLC’s this time!) and I have so many headcanons on these three that I just had to write them. Progress isn’t too fast but also Tyranny fandom is so small I’m pretty sure very few people are actually reading it so I don’t feel bad about it XD it’s basically just me fulfilling my wish to write some Evil Found Family!

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Hmm...I’ll go with this bit from Of Diamonds And Dust! I like it because I think it captures Marja’s personality so well- she is very focused in her ambitions and has a sort of relentless optimism that drives her forward, and although her values are very noble and chivalrous there’s also an edge of ruthlessness that comes from her upbringing in Orzammar. She’s just such an interesting character to write and these paragraphs from one of the early chapters are still something I’m very fond of:

How many of her ancestors have seen such things? Not many, she believes. Self-respecting, noble-born dwarves don’t visit the surface. Trian certainly would have died before letting himself be brought up to the surface world to look into the sky. Which, Marja numbly supposes, is exactly what happened.

But she’s alive. Everything else may be ashes around her- one brother dead, another turned traitor, and a father who thinks her a liar and a murderer- but she is alive. And even if she joins the Wardens and the Shapers purge her name from all records, she is an Aeducan still.

And when she is ready, when Bhelen has grown complacent in the belief that he is safe, she will return to this city and show her brother what it looks like when an Aeducan wages war.

8. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

I do like to read the same genres that I write, but also a bunch of stuff I don’t write. I love mysteries, but turns out developing plots for mysteries is really hard!

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

A little bit of both- drabbles are definitely easier to manage and I’ve got way more of them, but I’ve also get a few longfics I like. I’m definitely a pantser, I’ve tried using outlines and they just don’t work all that well for me. Any time I try to plan more than two chapters ahead I end up changing everything by the time I actually write it. But that’s what works for me!

10. How would you describe your writing process?

It depends. Sometimes I’ll have an idea for a story first, and I’ll usually throw together a quick bullet point list of what I want to happen and elements I know I want to include. Then I’ll go back and expand on those bullet points until I have the story. I more often do this for my multi-chapter fics where I’m trying to keep track of plot points.

If a scene is focused around a conversation, I’ll usually write the dialogue first and then go fill the descriptions after. It helps to get the actual conversation out of my head right away.

Sometimes I’ll just think of a specific description or line of dialogue and get so attached to it that I’ll build a scene around that. It’s usually how I end up with drabbles, but it happens sometimes with longer scenes too.

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 67

Hey-o, peoples. How you doing this fine Saturday? Let’s see what we’ll be getting next week. Stay tuned to the end of this post for a spoiler-y glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure gone Mini AND now also the next Radiohusk drabble I’ll post sometime next week!

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 39 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 27th of May. Chapter 40 half done and scheduled for 17th of June.

I post a new chapter every three weeks on Wednesdays. These updates always include a sneak-peek for the next chapter, slowly getting longer over the three weeks waiting period.

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That month of the year

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Every year, for a single month, the Radio Demon gets… emotional. His antlers are in velvet and he’s pumped full of hormones that make him behave quite unlike himself: suddenly, everywhere he looks, instead of seeing fellow demons all he sees are helpless little fawns that nobody is taking a proper care of! Solution? Adopt them.

Husk, Niffty, Camille, Honey, and the rest of the older Fawns put up with their Mom/Dad’s nonsense every year, but this time there’s a new, rotten apple in their midst and they have to protect Alastor from this crook. Without Alastor knowing about it. As Husk likes to put it: “This is fucking bullshit. …I mean fudgy nonsense.”

(Crack taken seriously. Gen)

Progress: The first two chapters are finished. The third chapter is more than halfway done. I want to have a few chapters written before posting anything, because this is hella slow to write. I did some good editing! That sure is something done for once XD;

This fic is co-authored by Maximillian!

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe of “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 18 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 5th of June. Chapter 19 hasn’t been started yet, but the scheduled posting date is 12th of June. A sneak-peek will be posted on Thursday.

I have 18 prompts left.

This fic receives a new chapter every Friday.

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Secret drabbles and ficlets!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: I’ve occasionally written completely random Radiohusk fics and shared them with a bunch of friends without posting them on AO3 or here. I’d like to rectify that and start posting them here at random for everyone to read. I won’t be posting them on AO3 because I don’t want to, so keeping an eye on this blog is even more rewarding than before for a while.

Progress: I have three separate ficlets at the moment, and a few nearly finished ones that I’ll probably get done sooner or later (with one exception that I’m unlikely to actually finish at all). I’ll post them at most once a week, on whatever day I feel like doing it. Basically, keep your eyes open ;)

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Experiment in Romance (Hazbin Hotel)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here are the promised sneak-peek into Adventure gone Mini (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

Link and Sidon were man-handled through a hallway between two mushrooms into another part of the building. Whereas the first room had been vast and grand looking – and thus perfect to play tag in – the next place had a more… sacred temple kind of atmosphere. There were ornate pillars all around the place, mystical yet peaceful looking paintings hanging from the walls, and an altar against one wall. There was also a small fountain in the middle of the room. Before the fountain stood an adult Minish dressed in the same robes as the children were. They turned around to look when their rather noisy group entered the room. "Oh, visitors?" they asked, rather unnecessarily in Link's opinion.

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Random drabble

Husk was casually lounging in the hotel's communal living room, feeling thoroughly disinclined to open the bar yet – it was way too early to get enough customers to make it worth his damn while. So instead, he was sitting on the couch, idly working on a sudoku puzzle in one of the "recreational activity books” that Charlie had placed around the room. It was one way to kill time, and the hard puzzles at the end of the book actually posed an intellectual challenge that the crossword puzzles in the newspaper sorely lacked.

He lifted his eyes from the book when he heard another person enter the room. Mind, he didn’t need to look up to know who it was, as Alastor’s shoes had a very distinctive sound to them thanks to the hoof-prints on the bottom. But look he did, and as he did so he noticed that something about the way Alastor carried himself looked… off. Or maybe it was his expression? Or his soundscape? Fuck if he knew what it was, but he knew it was something anyway.

He said nothing as Alastor made a beeline to the couch and sat down next to him, just a hair’s breadth away, their sides and legs barely not touching. It made Husk way too aware of that side of his body, and how the smallest movement on his part might cross that line. It was damn uncomfortable.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

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[avenger-hawk]

i just read one of your asks about your future fics. have you considered writing about sasukes interactions with karin?? not sasukarin (but sasukarin is still a good ship!!) but i really like your karin meta and would love to see her in your fics, even if she isnt part of a ship!!

wow Anon I just realized in the last nice ask I received about my writing I forgot to mention a suisasu oneshot I started writing as a drabble here…I haven’t thought about writing something centered on Sasuke and Karin, usually I wrote about Team Taka as a team, as in my Team Taka headcanons here, here and in bits of In Power (ff.net/ ao3) and What He Wanted (ff.net/ ao3).

I know what you mean when you love a character like Karin and you want to see her more, even in a not shippy context. And I totally agree that SasuKarin really IS a good ship, the only worthy Sasuke ship with a girl, tbh. (I think Sasuino would be ok too but I’m not interested in it all all as I find it boring, and I prefer Saiino anyway).

(needless to say: SS shippers, don’t read, this is not for you. And since it’s properly tagged as anti, don’t bitch)

It’s only a matter of personal taste, I’m usually more interested in rarer pairings, and because when I think of Team Taka ships I’m more intrigued by suisasu and juusasu that in my opinion have room for both ‘healthy’ dynamics and darker ones. But if I weren’t so slow and full of future writing projects as you read, I’d totally like to write them. In fact, I’m gonna leave some random headcanons here cause I’m sorry I’m not able to write all the things I have in mind and you guys mention, AND because I’m so late replying to this ask that I feel guilty xD

My favourite things to read and write isn’t romance but dark stuff and hurt/comfort, so I would love some hurt/comfort between them, and there is a lot of possibility for this, just thinking about canon. I actually see SK hurt/comfort as canon behind the screen so you may have an idea already, both for shippy and non-shippy stuff.

For example, there’s nothing about Sasuke’s years at Otogakure but we know he was always with Orochimaru, not only training or taking poisons/drugs to get stronger, but also visiting other hideouts and assisting to his horrible experiments as well as seeing/meeting Suigetsu and Karin, mostly, as she was not a prisoner but a subordinate, kinda like Kabuto. She saw more about Sasuke than the others in Team Taka, and this may mean a lot of things. For example like in this fanart, inspired by that Karin-centric filler episode (I think 331) where she witnesses Orochimaru taking Sasuke in a dark room which seems quite creepy and may be interpreted as…eh, you get it. And there’s also Kabuto telling her that Sasuke sought Orochimaru, that he came her by his own choice…that, in this dark context, that he is ok with things being done to him (it’s the price for power). 

So it’s interesting to imagine Karin being more and more intrigued by this person, who saved her in the past, when they were genin, and who now came to her creepy leader that she knows very well, and ‘lets’ him do all sorts of things to him. Some random headcanons coming, more or less connected

-(tw: pain) Otogakure: she’s doing some work and she overhears someone moaning in pain, and she sees Sasuke shirtless, strapped to a table/bed and kind of squirming, as he’s been injected poison for his training and he’s clearly suffering.

(She takes his hand and tries to comfort him. She thinks he was in too much pain to remember but some time later he tells her ‘thank you. For being beside me that day’)

-(tw: r*pe) Orochimaru leaves the creepy room and tells her to heal Sasuke. When she enters she sees him battered bruised and bloodied everywhere, looking in pain and lost, defeated, and it’s easy to understand what happened, and that it’s neither a first nor a last time, but when he sees her he puts up a tough face, cause he doesn’t know her and he doesn’t know if he can trust her as maybe she’s like Kabuto. He can’t imagine that she (like in my Team Taka headcanons part 2) was r*ped too by Orochimaru, that most of his ‘most interesting subjects’ have been at least once. He’s the most special which means Oro always comes to him ‘to toughen him up’ and ‘train’ him or ‘just’ to be repayed for making him stronger, and he’s constantly manipulated by him (that he’s not as strong as Itachi, that he needs him to be stronger and defeat his brother, and so on) and she knows this. She, too, is wary of him cause he might be so manipulated that he supports him and if she says something wrong he might tell Oro who might punish her and she is ok with him now, he leaves her be without molesting her, so she wants to keep the peace. So she’s discreet and heals him, not in the impersonal way Kabuto does though. Sasuke appreciates silently.

-(tw: random violence and blood) Inspired by this amazing fanart by @lisimba-art. Sasuke is trained to use his curse mark, but it’s hard to completely control his powers in that form, with those weird wings and everything. So it’s exhausting for his body but also for his mind, he can’t even think straight at some point, and he can’t control his emotions either, even though he tries hard cause he can’t be weak. Orochimaru makes him fight against other ‘test subjects’ with the curse mark or with other powers he developed on them, and Sasuke kills them…he hates killing, as there is only one person he wants to kill. He feels his body move and he can’t avoid it, he feels his nails slashing another human and can’t avoid it, it’s horrible, it’s like being trapped in a nightmare. 

Karin stumbles on the fighting ground and sees him. They know each other by then, she is worried about him, many in Oto bet on how long he will last, if he will last, when Orochimaru will ‘devour’ him, if the curse mark will ‘devour’ him first. When she sees him Orochimaru, who was observing him with Kabuto, left already. Sasuke is standing alone, a few corpses around him. She approaches him, talking slowly and calmly, to check his wounds. Nothing too serious, the most worrying thing is his mental/emotional state, cause he looks around without actually seeing things, he seems lost, troubled. 

It takes a few minutes for him to see the one who’s speaking to him, and when he does he’s not in his usual state anyway, Karin can tell not just from his chakra but from his body language. He’s standing so, so close to her, his shoulders are hunched and his eyes are empty, or somewhere else still. Or maybe they want to be somewhere else, she can’t tell. She should feel the heat radiating from his toned body -she dreamt of a moment like this- but the tanned version of what is normally pale is so cold..maybe he got so close because she’s warm instead.   

“Sasuke…bite me, you’ll get some chakra back and you won’t feel cold anymore,“ she tells him, but he just hovers over her, silent as a hawk watching its prey, but unlike it, just staring at her. 

“I killed all of them” Sasuke’s voice is low and raspy, but he’s back, she’s glad but also sad because he’s clearly upset by what happened and she knows why. Everyone does. 

- (tw: mentions of blood/violence/r*pe) This works both for Otogakure and for Hebi/Taka travelling. Night time, Karin hears some low pained sounds and she realizes it’s Sasuke having a nightmare, about either the above mentioned moment where he was forced to kill random people, or about some abuse Orochimaru inflicted on him, either directly or through someone else like Kabuto. He suddenly wakes up and realizes Karin was there. She tries comforting him by saying that she knows what he felt back then cause she was done similar things, and also Suigetsu and Kabuto and others, even though she doesn’t minimize his experience (as Oro’s favourite he took more than others of whom he soon got tired). It’s a hurt/comfort moment where they share intimate traumatic experiences and bond.

Bonus dark points if the experience Sasuke had a nightmare of, involved the aforementioned indirect abuse inflicted by Orochimaru but indirectly, through his current comrades Suigetsu and Juugo, ofc hypnotized/drugged/in some trance. Karin connects with the way he sometimes looks at them when he’s more tired and vulnerable, almost imperceptibly but she can see chakra shifts. They talk, he doesn’t say anything but the things he said in his sleep were obvious so she tries to make him admit and he does, as he’s honest. He doesn’t blame them, he knows they were under Orochimaru’s power just like he was during his curse mark mode when he wasn’t able to control it.

He thinks that Suigetsu and Juugo don’t even remember that experience but they do, exactly like he does with his killing random people in curse mode form. 

More bonus dark points if Karin assisted to the traumatic thing cause she was Oro’s assistant too, sort of.

Related to my Akatsuki AU that is mostly in my mind for now (how unexpected lol) and it’s Itachi/Sasuke centric but there’s also a lot of Sasuke interactions (like, with Deidara a lot, I just like the idea) and lots of Team Taka that exists in this context first as Orochimaru’s subordinates along with Kabuto, then as Sasuke’s comrades, cause while Itachi is a full fledged Akatsuki, like Orochimaru (he never left Akatsuki in my AU), Sasuke is not, and like Orochimaru has subordinates affiliates to the Akatsuki, Itachi has Sasuke. Unlike Akatsuki wearing cloaks with red clouds, Akatsuki ‘lesser’ members wear black cloaks like Sasuke and Team Taka wore in canon. They are given missions too, they’re younger and less experienced that the others and their interactions and dynamics are similar to canon ones.

Uh Anon why did you make me think of more interesting scenarios tho, I had too many already lol

[cartooness]

‘I am NOT blushing, it’s just warm in here.’ For the masonder drabbles pls?

"Alright, Lav. You can do this, he's right there. Just go up to him and ask him out! Can't be that hard... right?"

Lavender was nervous beyond belief, she's never done anything like this before. But she's read enough books to know that to move the plot along, you've gotta go for it or you'll be screaming in frustration later.

Mason Adalbert. The one boy who could send her heart a flutter and turn her whole being to mush with a smile. He didn't seem like the kind of boy "girls like her" would go for; but she didn't give any fucks about that. He was cute as a button, smart, was super kind, and drank his respect women juice. Did she mention he was absolutely adorable?

She fixed her collar, adjusted her romper, and tousled her hair a bit. Here goes nothing.

"Mason."

He looked up from cleaning his glasses. "Yeah?"

fUCk he's cute, "Um. I was, um, hoping that. Um.", 'God I'm going nowhere, just cut to the chase.' she thought to herself. "Would you go out with me? Uh, please?"

He looked at her with a blank stare as he adjusted his glasses, "Me? Are. Are you sure?" 'Of course it's you!', she hastily thought.

"Yes, you. I'm sure of it. I um.. would really like to go out with you."

His cheeks flushed red and he gave a shy smile. "Yes. I'd love to. Where.... were ya thinking of going?"

Time for her plan! "Well, I was thinking of going to the roller rink tomorrow because it's Half Price Thursday. Plus, I've never been and I just thought it'd be fun... and yeah." God, she hoped she didn't look or sound too awkward.

"Ooh that does sound like fun, Lavender! What time were you thinking of-"

Ah, shit, Sheila's coming...

"Well, well, well, look at what we've got here! A goth wannabe prude asking out a boring little prude nerd. What a perfect pair, I'll bet-"

Lavender bared her claws, "Sheila Anderson get the fuck out of my face before I slice your damn neck off."she growled.

"Jeez bitch, calm down, I was just leaving", replied Sheila, annoyance and fear in her voice.

"Good." And with that, Lav went back to her business. "I'm so sorry Mason, I HATE when she talks to people like that, especially people I... like. Um, i was thinking around 5:30. Will that work for you?"

"Uhh yeah, that sounds good! Let me just, um, write it down really quick in my Little Tiny Journal for Various Things. ((Authors note, I actually have a notebook that says that on me at all times. XD))"

"Alrighty! It's a date! See ya then, bye! One of my dads should be here by now to, uh, pick me up haha."

He pulled her into a quick hug, "Bye Lav!"

...

She shouldn't have said a single thing. Lav had just come home to a small swarm of deadbeats, and not quite thinking, she spilled the beans about her upcoming date with Mason to them. But the thing about them is, they're like little kids; they'll repeat what they hear to anyone who'll listen. Excited about the news, they roamed around telling everyone in HQ that 'Lavender has a date with a boy tomorrow!' over and over again.

"Dang it, now I'll probably have to deal with- oh no he's pounding on my door."

"LAVENDER DEARIE, PLEASE LET ME IN, I HAVE TO KNOW ALL THE BITS AND DETAILS ABOUT YOUR DATE!! OH MY GODS, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR-"

"Calm down Decan, you're going to break down my door!! Come in, we'll talk, I promise."

She let him in and he immediately started asking his burning questions, "Who is it!? Who's the lucky lad!? I'm all ears!!" With a sigh, she prepared herself to answer his 300 questions. "Well, it's Mason,-"

"HAH!! I KNEW IT!! LEWIS, YOU OWE ME 20 DOLLARS!!" he exclaimed.

"Um. Alright then. Mason and I are going to the roller rink tomorrow at 5:30 for Half Price Thursday."

"Ooh! I have a couple of outfit ideas that will make him fall head over heels for you~" he replied, ready to plan.

"Fine. But I get to choose the shoes."

"Deal! Let's see what they are so I can plan accordingly!"

She phased through her walk in closet and pulled out her choice of shoes, recieving a slight grimace from Decan. "These ones. I insist."

Decan took a large inhale, "Darling, I  L O V E  you, but I'm starting to regret that deal... I just... can't quite DEAL with those shoes... but! I like a challenge, so let's see what I can do!"

The shoes in question were knee high tye dye Converse in the demi romantic and asexual flag colors, but the green and purple colors were neon; not the easiest thing to match, that's for sure.

What felt like AGES later, Decan found an outfit consisting of a shin length black dress with lavender lace trim on the bottom, completed with sheer tights. He looked as if he was in the nth dimension, proud to have accomplished an impossible seeming task. "I DID IT!!! FINALLY!!!"

"Yes you did! I feel cute uwu."

"Well, you ARE cute!" he replied, stating his facts.

"....fine. I'll let you have it this ONE time." she replied, a small blush on her face.

"Alrighty then! Let's go downstairs, everyone is a buzz with excitement about your first date~"

So downstairs they went, and about four seconds later E V E R Y O N E was shooting the same rapid fire question,

"LAV WHO ARE YOU GOING ON A DATE WITH?!?!"

With a sharp inhale, she spilled the tea, "I'm going on a date with Mason, he's the cutie I'm always talking about." 

"And YOU, LEWIS PEPPER, OWE ME TWENTY BUCKAROOS!! FORK IT OVER!!" bellowed Decan, thrilled to have predicted correctly for once.

A slight grumble was heard from the back of the living room, and an annoyed deadbeat swarmed over with a twenty dollar bill and put it in Decan's waiting hands, "thank you!!~"

Everyone shared their excitement for the girl, along with a bit of worry about what could happen, but Lavender assured them that Mason is a very kind person. Plus, if anything happens, she always has a way to get out of a situation; magic and her amazing combat skills.

...

The day had come, and Lav had just been dropped off at the roller rink. She began looking for Mason until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Hey! Looking for me?~" he announced, playful smirk on his face.

"Actually, yes. Sorry to keep you waiting, one of my dads took a bit longer than I thought doing my makeup... but hey! I'm not technically late, it's only 5:19." she replied.

"Oh please, you're worth the wait."

"What?"

"What?"

Both teens had a dusting of red on their faces, standing in an awkward silence.

"Umm, you look very nice! Love the shoes, must've taken ages to match haha." Mason chimed, nervously laughing.

"Aww, thank you. My Papa Decan almost gave in trying to find something, twas funny." she replied.

"Lav?"

"Yeah?"

"How. How many dads do you have, um, exactly? Are they polyamorous or, uh, something to that extent?" he asked, curious.

"Oh, that! No, they're not all poly, I'm adopted and a bunch of people have shared custody over me, so I basically have like, a dozen parents at this point pretty much. And all but two are men, so that's why I have a bunch of dads. Funny thing is, they're all in their mid-to-late twenties, so they're not quite on that 'dad age level' but I don't care. They all make bad jokes and are very caring so... yeah, haha. Don't tell anyone, but I'd totally do anything for them, all my caretakers. I love them a lot, and they all love me a lot, and I don't deserve them most of the time." she warmly replied, softly smiling to herself. Mason felt his cheeks warm up and his eyes were likely shining.

"Awww, that's so sweet! Also, you SO deserve each other! I like to think that things usually happen for some reason one way or another, and I think it's wonderful that they found you and that you all care for each other so much! Wh-why are you crying? Are you alright?"

She touched her face and realized 'yep those are mascara tears alright.'

"Oh, um, I'm okay. Sorry, I didn't even see I was crying. Um, let's, um, go inside, it's getting dark... or something. Haha." Lav replied, trying to move the date along.

"Oh, um, ok. Do you... want a hug?" he asked, trying to make her feel better.

"Yes please, I'd love that."

And with that, he pulled her into a warm hug, taking in each others warmth with a smile. 'She smells like warm apple pie... no wonder she's so wonderful...'

After what felt like An eternity, they departed and both were blushing messes.

"Um-"

"I am NOT blushing, it's just warm in here." snapped Lav, not sure what to do with these... warm,,, happy static feelings.

"Wait, you're  B L U S H I N G?? You look so cute though!" he replied back, smile in his eyes.

"Wha, uh, I-I do NOT!!",she sputtered, blushing deeper, "YOU'RE the cutie here! With your beautiful silver eyes, your soft caramel hair, and your breathtaking smile that I like so much! Not to mention, you're SUPER smart and nice and, and, GENUINE!! Do you know how many times literal DIRTBAGS have tried to flirt with me? They're always weird and gross and I do NOT like it, and I don't like how it's easily accepted for them to be all... X rated all the time!! Like, it may be cause I'm ace and repulsed by s*xual stuff, but still! Don't be gross, people!" she outburst, recieving some strange glances.

"*sigh*, I'm sorry Mason, let's go inside now, people are staring and I don't want them to do anything to you." she softly spoke, gently holding his back for him to follow her.

"...thank you. For, um, everything. It means a lot to me, stuff like that. Again, thank you so much.", he whispered, not sure what to say or do. "...am I making this, uh, awkward for you, Lavender? I'm really sorry if I am-"

"No, you're fine it's, uh, all good. Let's go get skates and such already, haha." she nervously replied, finally walking inside.

...

They were having a surprisingly good time, despite the shaky beginning. Both were doing laps around the rink, holding onto the perimeter every ten seconds due to fear of falling. But they got the hang of it, carefully skating around. They kept tapping hands, unsure of whether or not it was appropriate to join them together. Finally, Mason went in for the kill and took ahold of her hand. She felt a smile creep up her face, and held his hand back.

"Your hand fits nicely into mine, ya know." he smiled.

"Yeah. It does." she replied back, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles, and him in return blushing like crazy. "Aww, you're so cute when you're blushing, Mason."

WELL THAT TOOK FOREVER LMAO. Sorry for the excessive length, it turned into a full on fic lol. Hope you enjoyed it anyway!!

Also Decan belongs to @thefearanddespair

EDIT: This is for the Villain!Lav AU, I forgot to mention it lol