#Mylo’s drabbles

[stellar-bookworm]

Today I saw a group of students huddle around one of the tables. At first I didn’t pay it much mind, then I heard meowing.

Well, it looks like our library has an espurr visitor. I’m not quite sure how it got here but as long as it doesn’t cause any trouble I’m content with sweeping its hairs off of the places it frequents.

I think I might bring some tuna and corn for my lunch break tomorrow, in case it returns.

[stellar-bookworm]

From what I’m seeing, it looks like there was a slight delay with the activation of your powers. That tends to happen at first when a psychic tries to guide their powers for the first time. The explosion likely came from your frustration. You must’ve wanted to break that boulder when it didn’t move, even if for one moment, and that was enough to make it explode.

Since psychics wield their powers from their mind, emotions tend to have an impact on how we direct them. I tend to struggle with this myself, so I have a way to alleviate this.

First, think of something to keep you grounded. It could be a loved one, a favorite food or a texture you like. Whatever it is, it needs to be something that makes you feel at peace when thinking of it.

Then, take a deep breath, and you can begin to focus on the item you wanted to lift.

"Focusing" is a bit of a vague term, but you’ll want to take a good look at the item. See the way it reflects the light, the small details around it, the overall shape of it. Don’t try to move it just yet. Once you feel confident enough, try to think of pulling it closer to you.

If you find yourself getting stressed, think of something to ground yourself again.

I've got a great idea, as long as i'm a Meowstic i should have some Amount of Psychic energy, shouldn't i?

So... i don't know how this works but i should just be able to concentrate, and then things move or something.

[poisonedpowder]

tags.

[tofulune]

༻skin/flesh/beating hearts

i. SKIN (down to the roots)

ii. FLESH (all that i am)

iii. BEATING HEARTS (new beginnings)

—"Darling, did you mean free from me?"

Vi x F!Reader

Synopsis: You live underneath Vi’s ribcage as a squiggly, fading stick-and-poke Vi had pressured you into doing.

OR

A series of drabbles in which Vi copes with the loss of her first love (you).

Tags: [1,122 Words], First Love, Tattooing, Petty Arguments, Cuddling

You live underneath Vi’s ribcage as a squiggly, fading stick-and-poke Vi had pressured you into doing for her.

She never thought you’d actually do it until your shaky hands found its way onto the needle. Vi remembers the quivers with each stroke and the pain hidden behind her amusement for your careful gaze.

It’s amusing to Vi.

“I don’t know why you’re making me do this…” You mumble out.

A secret part of her relishes in the moments where you fuss over her, when you're careful with her. She smirks when you’re not looking.

Even though she’s upset at you right now, one look at you and Vi wants to promise you the world.

“I’m just so…mad! Like, don’t you ever get tired of it?” Vi says and her ribs puff out with each angry sigh she lets out much to your alarm, your eyebrows furrowing in concern as you try to smooth the skin taut again. You scold Vi, but she keeps talking as if waving you off. “That enforcers can just do whatever they want to us because of where we come from?”

“I thought you said we’d stop talking about this.”

“Not until I understand what your problem is.”

This morning, the two of you got in a fight about a job Vi heard about from Little Man. Vi, you, and the others were supposed to be packed and ready to go by tonight, but when you found out the job was in the heart of Piltover you and Vi started to argue which ended up in you guys not heading out anymore.

Now, Vi did not care about what anyone else thought. If Mylo or Claggor had anything to say about a job she’d tell them to suck it up and keep on.

With you it’s different.

She could probably keep on without you…for a little bit anyway. The thing is, that unlike Mylo and Claggor who follow Vi trying to catch up, you plant your stubborn feet into the floor and not too long later Vi’s ego comes running back after you, upset and all.

Safe to say, even if she did leave she wouldn’t even have made it out the door.

You take the needle back huffing and furrowing your brows at Vi and Vi immediately shuts her mouth and holds your wrist keeping the needle there with a determined look on her face.

It’s quiet a moment.

“Tell me your greatest dream.” Vi says still a bit angry, but you can tell she tried to soften her voice.

“My greatest dream?” You reply, raising a brow, confused at the sudden change of topic. Your hand relaxes though and you resume the tattoo on the second loop of the letter in your name.

“It could be anything.”

Vi watches you carefully and attentively as if she’s ready to ingrain your words to memory.

You’re still quiet as a mouse.

Vi grumbles sighing thinking you might not want to talk. Vi looks away with a small frown on her lips though her brows remain furrowed.

You pause the tattoo and sit up a bit. Your eyes wander around the room before a slight sheepish smile appears on your lips. Vi notices it, confused a bit.

“It’s silly…”

Vi’s own small smile appears at your shyness. Did your greatest dream have something to do with…her?

“I won’t judge.”

The room is tense as you stare at Vi, gnawing at your bottom lip before sighing and giving in.

The way you look at Vi makes the butterflies in her stomach flutter. She hopes she’s not blushing as she tries her best to have a neutral face.

“…A princess.”

“Huh…?”

Vi snorts thinking it was some sort of joke and she laughs, which was a mistake because her rib aches and she holds your name (or at least half of it) with a groan.

“I mean it…!” You smile rolling your eyes chuckling at Vi’s agony, the atmosphere becoming a lot less tense. “I really do think it’d be nice to be a princess…”

Vi grimaces as she looks back at you slowly laying on her pillows again. You pull her skin taut and start working on your name again.

“Sure, but why a princess?” She shrugs.

“Well…we always scale those tall buildings when we head topside. Maybe I’d like to be inside one day. High ceilings and all.”

You pause, just taking in the sounds of Vi’s small breaths whenever you poke at her.

“I mean, Piltover looks like a fairytale compared to Zaun. I spent all my life looking up at what could be.” You decide to say.

“Then…I guess that makes sense.” And Vi means it.

When Vi looks at you, you were the perfect princess. She wants that for you and she imagines that for you. You, in a castle with a crown of jewels and clothes that weren’t worn out or faded.

Vi smiles before snorting. “There’s not really an opportunity to be a princess down here.”

“Well…I like being down here with you.”

You say it as if you were wondering if it was such a crime to want to be with Vi. To be safe under Vander’s protection. You two were still just teenagers, you understood that much.

Vi smiles. Though she loves the feeling she gets in her heart when she hears it, she never understood until later that this is enough for you.

She supposes that’s where you two were opposites.

You and Vi were always a push and pull with each other.

You were steady and she would always rock the boat, yet you both were too stubborn to see the other’s side.

You lift the needle off of Vi’s ribs staring at her.

You two were so upset with each other.

Yet there was your name like a promise.

In squiggly black ink is your name, carved into her ribcage.

You don’t move when Vi then takes your hand holding it against her cheek as she closes her eyes.

Vi’s love felt like a curse sometimes. The shield and the blade all at once.

Vi loved so hard sometimes it felt as though you were suffocating.

But someone like you who’s parents are always working in the factories, who didn’t have a brigade like Vi did, her love was all you’ve ever known and you were selfish with it.

“First thing tomorrow morning we’ll go to the penthouse in Piltover.” You say softly laying down and resting your head on Vi’s shoulder.

Vi’s eyes perk up a bit and she raises a brow.

“You think it’s a good idea?”

You nod, “I trust you.”

Though you and Vi had your differences, the love was there. That much was known.

[cauldron-of-oddities]

Ekko making jewelry out of his owl feathers as presents for his 'pretty bird'

May turn into a drabble at some point as I seem terribly prone to that. 

@youmaycallmeyourhighness hope you enjoy these little headcanons.

Jewellery for his pretty bird 

He gets the idea when she's about to turn 13

He’s in half a panic, yeah sure she always seems happy with the gifts he finds for her, but this year has to be special. 

Usually, he would get her some really nice materials to work with or a pretty stone or two. Now, that's not enough. 

He remembers how enamoured she seemed with his feathers and decides to combine the two.

He's a full year ahead of her and so has had his first moult. His mother nabs a feather and gets a bit mushy about her boy growing up. His dad joins in, and Ekko is horribly embarrassed, but he likes people happy, especially his family and friends, so, ok, yeah, he can deal with his parents cooing over him. 

"Such a handsome boy you are”

His father teased him, soon he'd fly the nest, and he'd charm all the girls with that pretty plumage. 

“Hush you, there's only one girl.”

"Mom! She's my friend”

“You didn't need to ask who we meant, though.” his father chortled. 

When she comes by Benzo's shop to ask for some replacement parts for the taps. He's busy trying to get a stubborn wing feather out, and his beak is not doing the trick. Her long fingers pluck it out gently. 

Shyly she asks if she can keep it. It's gorgeous and a soft sort of smoothness to it, and she keeps running her fingers over it and against her cheeks, zoning out for a bit as she gets lost in the feeling. So he knows she likes his feathers.

He also knows touch grounds her, so he figures it can be a stress reliever, so something she can fiddle with and keep with her. 

His first attempts at making a piece didn't go well. He breaks multiple feathers. The stem of the feather is definitely not like metal. 

He makes 3 pieces eventually that year.

An earring set with a shiny cog blue beads and a long flight feather for her birthday.

A bracelet with little fluffy feathers, this one is made of string that looks like a mini boa is wrapped around her wrist. Makes it for her first moult. He asks if he can have some of her feathers. 

The third is a necklace. In an echo of the earrings, he alternates some of his smaler feathers and hers alternating with little cogs. This one he has not given yet because the implications are very clear.

He's secretly thrilled that he's with her in some form most of the time. 

She wears the earrings often, and it soon becomes her lucky charm. 

Vi thinks it's adorable and ribs her sister good naturedly. 

Vander just lets out a chuckle “kids” “It suits you, Powder. That's quite the special gift.” Is all he says but does raise his eyebrow at Ekko. 

Mylo teases her mercilessly “Can't be without your knight in shiny feathers, eh?” 

Claggor thinks it's sweet and wonders if he should keep some of his more colourful feathers for the future. 

Mylo stole them once, when she was ignoring him, and as a bit of revenge for the challenge race, she beat him in. He knew it would get a rise out of her. It does so spectacularly. It sends feathers flying. Yeah, it's not pretty. The awkward little Powder has it in her to be a right terrifying hellion.  

[band--psycho]

Vander x Reader-Locked In

For the amazing @barbersjoywith the request of "Will you be my be my valentine" for my valentines day drabble writing challenge

I hope you all enjoy this!

Word count: 483

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“Y/n?” Vander asked; confusion lacing his voice as he narrowed his eyes, trying to work out what Y/n was doing down here; in the basement of the pub. 

“Vander?” Y/n questioned back, equally as confused as Vander. 

“What’re you doing here, darl?”

“Powder brought me here,” 

“Christ,” Vander sighed, rubbing his forehead as realization dawned on him. 

Those damn kids. 

He loved them, but they were sneaky little devils at times. 

Vi, Powder, Claggor and Mylo had joked about locking him and Y/n in a room together so that he would finally ask her to be his valentine, after finding out that he had feelings for her. And because it was Valentine’s Day in a few days. 

He should’ve expected this. 

He didn’t know how to explain this to Y/n; ‘sorry my kids know I have a crush on you so have locked us in here so I can ask you out,’ didn’t sound great.

So he simply said nothing and walked back up the stairs to the door.

“You gonna let us out of here?” Vander asked through the door, knowing that the kids were standing on the other side of it. 

He knew he could probably break it down; but he didn’t want to hurt them, so breaking the door down wasn’t really an option. 

“You gonna tell Y/n that you like her and ask her to be your valentine?” Vi countered; only making Vander roll his eyes. 

The others he could potentially persuade, but Vi, she was stubborn as hell, like him…and there was no way she was going to unlock this door unless he told Y/n how he felt. 

With another sigh Vander began walking back down the stairs, attempting to figure out how to tell Y/n his true feelings for her. 

“Y/n-” he began, not realising how close she was to him. 

“Is it true?”

Shit. Vander thought to himself, she’d heard Vi’s comment.

His brain was racing with ways in which he could answer her; but before any other words could leave Vanders lips, he felt Y/n's hand on his face, his thumb softly stroking his cheek. 

“Is it true?” She repeated, as she slowly began to close the distance between them, until their lips were just a few inches apart. 

“Yes,” he admitted honestly, before leaning forward slightly to place a soft kiss upon Y/n's lips.

A kiss that Y/n quickly reciprocated. 

It didn’t take long before the kiss intensified. 

Her hands tangled in his hair as he wrapped his arms around the top part of her legs before lifting her off of the ground, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. 

“So, uh, will you be my valentine, doll?” He chuckled against her lips; as their eyes met.  

“Of course,” she beamed; before capturing his lips once again in a kiss.

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[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, November 25th

PRINCIPAL: Buffy? BUFFY: Hey. PRINCIPAL: Hey. I—thought that you were, um— DAWN: Sick? She was. Oh, vomiting and oozing from various places and— PRINCIPAL: Yeah, I remember, so please don't go on. DAWN: Oh, but now, it's amazing. The doctor gave her some cream. BUFFY: (overlapping with Dawn) Pills. (Principal looks back and forth between them) And a cream. And I'm all better.

~~Bring on the Night~~

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Being Known by Kean (abreathofsnowandashes) (Buffy/Angel, T)

The Chosen Princess and the Shadow Knight by KairosImprimatur (Buffy/Angel, not rated)

Not Like Before by buffytargaryen (Buffy/Angel, G)

The Red Gate by bluestarsandclouds (Buffy/Angel, G)

Side Mission by Taaroko (Buffy/Angel, T)

Overexcited by AmorousGreen (Buffy/Angel, E)

Angelus's Mercy: Part Two by MCorey1317 (Buffy/Angel, E)

My Rebel Is the Centerfold by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

My Rebel Is the Centerfold by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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Foregiveness Doesn't Come Easy, Chapter 7 by slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, not rated)

Prolonging The Inevitable, Chapter 83 by Lotzofcanary (Scoobies, CSI crossover, M)

With Arms Wide Open, Chapter 15 by jaybird023 (Buffy/Giles, E)

The Windows of Babylon, Chapter 10 by 42_Noodles (Xander, Hellsing and Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler crossover, E)

When Ethan Rayne made Rambo, Chapter 7 by USKiwi (Scoobies, not rated)

Going Home (to a place we’ve never been before), Chapter 14 by curiouswombat (Dawn, Silmarillion crossover, T)

Fuel’s Aflame, Chapter 14 by wickedrum (Buffy/Spike, not rated)

Moments that Make You: The Hero and The Princess, Chapter 94 by myheadsgonenumb (Cordelia/Doyle, T)

Can't Salvage This, Chapter 3 by fatalfae (Buffy/Angel, M)

Dawn Rising, Chapter 21 by Luna_delCielo (Buffy/Finrod Felagund, Silmarillion crossover, T)

"The Sky's Gonna Open", Chapter 6 by lindseymcdonaldseyelashes (Lindsey/OC, E)

Buffyverse Flashfic, Chapter 9 by NotASlayer (Buffy/Anya, T)

Caged, Chapter 3 by Susan19 (Buffy/Faith, T)

New York, Chapter 20 by drsquidlove (Giles/Xander, M)

Cruel, Cruel Summer, Chapter 2 by Michaelt (Scoobies, not rated)

Breathe Again, Chapter 14 by Califi62 (Angel/Cordelia, M)

One Day You'll Know, Chapter 6 by HaleKent (Buffy/Spike, M)

New Blood, Chapter 10 by danu40k (Xander, Naruto crossover, T)

The More the World is Changing, the More it Stays the Same, Chapter 2 by the_widow_twankey (Angel/Spike, M)

Never Let Me Down Again, Chapters 1-2 by BuildMeUpButtercup_x (Buffy/Angel, M)

Transformed By Love, Chapter 1 by Buffyworldbuilder (Ensemble, Vampire Diaries and The Originals crossover, T)

Crash and Burn, Chapters 20-21 by NautiBitz (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Dead End Plots, Chapter 21 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Buffy 2.0, Chapter 16 by BlueZeroZeroOne (Buffy, FR18)

Embracing The Darkness, Chapter 5 by BlueZeroZeroOne (Buffy, FR21)

Transformed By Love, Chapter 1 by Buffyworldbuilder (Ensemble, The Originals crossover, FR15)

Cherry On Top, Chapter 2 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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Artwork: Giles and Spike with Aziraphale and Crowley by fish3s (Good Omens crossover, worksafe)

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Gifset: Buffy and Angel by muldery (worksafe)

Animation: Xander being roomies with Spike by pzyii (TW for suicide mention, worksafe)

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Buffy becoming almost completely soulless by Aphony Cree

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[togetherhearted]

Hello, I would like to request Jinx, Sevika, Vi and a randomised character with a reader who introduces them to their family (poro). Please and Thank you in advance :D!

Sure! I hope you'll like it!

JINX,SEVIKA,VI,MYLO AND THEIR S/O PORO FAMILY.

GUMDROP PORO.

She made a promise to herself to look good in front of your family;what she didn't expect was to find out that the only member of your family was as energetic as her. The more the merrier!

"Hey baby! Me and Berry made you a cake!" "Awww Jinx you didn't hav-" You took a better look at the kitchen.

Two shelves where on the floor, the frosting all over the table, there was a feeble smell of something burnt.

You sighed and grabbed the broom,not before having kissed both of them on the head.

PATCHED POROBOT.

Sevika sat down on your work bench,his augmented arm was malfunctionin' after a bad blow.

"Stay here, I'll go grab the tools" You left the room.

You came back followed by a little robotic Poro. You placed it on the table and opened its back; taking a screwdriver "Amazed mh? This is Spot. I built it myself after my family...- You bit your lips. Sevika put her good arm on your shoulder understanding. You took a breath and began to work on her robotic arm.

BUNNY PORO.

She found a Poro at her door, you soon after, completely drenched  "Sugarplum?Why are you here?Come on in!" She hurriedly went to get clean clothes for you "You know...Fluff didn't want to wait anymore She was too excited to meet you" "Fluff?" "Yeah..." You scratched your neck sheepishly "My..my Poro" The little creature was bouncing excited around the room. "She's a bit of a klutz. We both fell in the water..." Vi chuckled, drying your hair with a towel "When I'll be done with you Introduce me to her properly" You nodded smiling.

PLUNDER PORO

Mylo fidgeted when you told him you were going to introduce him to your family, your  "Cool family"!

And here he was,in front of your house "Come on Mylo!"The boy followed you inside. He took a look around; where did you finf all these cool stuff??They looked expensive! Imagine the money you could make with these!

"Hone-..ahem Y/N, how did you..." You proudly patted a Poro that was sitting  on a pile of junk "You have to thank Gold for all of these!" You winked "He's the cool one of the family~"

[missarcanearts]

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞

Paring: Claggor x Female Reader

General Tags: Fluff, angst, gore, blood, inappropriate language/lots of cursing, violence, death, the sorts

Chapter Index:

One Two Three Four Five

[chickenparm]

Can I request sum a lil sweet with vander, like a vander x reader and they are singing to the kids and he hears it

a little drabble for you. i left it a bit ambiguous on their relationship status, you can fill in those blanks with something pre-established or ready to happen.

Vander/gn!Reader Drabble - SFW ---

It's his favorite time of night, when he can creep down the stairs and be careful of every creaking step. When he can slip to the doorway that bars him from the room Vi and Powder share, though he knows Mylo and Claggor are there too - probably trying not to seem like they'd come for the same reasons that Vander does.

It starts quiet, but Vander knows it by heart and can pick out the first hummed note of the little song you sing them. With his forehead against the wall to relax against, Vander can almost picture the carding of your fingers through Powder's hair, loosened from the braid she wears it in. He can imagine Vi in her own bunk, one leg dangling over the side as she swings her foot.

And most of all, he can picture you - smiling softly and humming until words form. It's an old lullaby, one that almost every kid from the fissures had heard at one point or another. Whether you sing it because it soothes the gaggle of kids, or simply to give them a sweet memory to look back on, Vander isn't sure.

Maybe it's both.

Even though he's not the intended audience, its effect still works on him, too. His tensions ease for the span of time it takes you to get through all the verses, and suddenly the worries that built over the span of the day aren't quite so pressing.

Maybe if he waits outside for you, just this once, he can convince you to sing it for him as well. Old habits die hard, and maybe it's written into his very bones for that particular song to turn him soft like this. There's no shame in it, and his mind is made up long before the song ends and your footsteps start to move toward the door.

[stellar-bookworm]

Hello. My name is Mylo, and I run this blog.

I’m a librarian at the Shalour City institute. I live alone with my Silver-Cross vulpix, Relic.

I suppose I have unnatural abilities, but I do not have much control over them.

I like to observe the night sky and document the constellations.

I don't speak Galarian very well, I'm here to learn the language better.

I can help with finding references or sharing book suggestions.

(Ooc below the cut!)

Hello! Mpc here with yet another blog.

This time around, out of blog rp will be possible, and I’ll accept magic anons sometimes. Just be on the lookout for when I do.

This blog will be open to high stakes, and will have topics of hybrids and eebydeeby’s in the future so if that’s a thing you don’t want to be associated with you’ve been warned here.

Some organizational tags:

#Mylo’s drabbles - this one’s for when the muse gives their opinion on something. I don’t really see the need to tag everything as a Mylo post since it’s their blog, soo yeah.

#Relic on the phone - sometimes, Mylo’s pokemon might appear on the blog! The vulpix knows how to read, though she has a language barrier that’s a bit more pronounced than her trainer so she might speak mostly in french.

For convenience’s sake, I’ve attached the tags to this post so you can read up on them. I’ll update this post when more’s added.

Although my muse and I are adults, I remain uncomfortable with erp. Most you’ll see from me is a dirty joke tagged as suggestive. I tend to tag those things with just the name of the thing to make it easier to filter.

That’s all that comes to mind for now. I’ll probably update this as things come up.

Oh, and don’t be afraid to come up to me if I messed something up or of you’d want me to tag some of my posts. I’m still learning how to do things around here.

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[caspercryptid]

Hiii! This might be a weirdly specific ask but I loved the way you wrote timebomb on the overwatch au. Would you mind a drabble about timebomb with the hanahaki au? (If that's even how you spell it) and to make it extra interesting maybe jinx has the disease

That's actually the perfect level of specificity! textbook perfect ask, 10/10. TWs for Jinx's psychosis, blood, and choking in the usual hanahaki ways. Thank you for the timebomb ask, love them, don't write nearly enough of them. (Want my playlist for them?)

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The hardest part is hiding it from Silco.

You’d think it would be the illness itself– the hacking cough that shakes her whole body and makes her feel like she’s going to snap in two, makes her want to reach inside her chest and tear her stupid traitorous heart out. Or maybe you’d think it would be the nasty way the flowers taste or the way they fuck her aim up when she has to stop and breathe through it, or maybe breathing. Maybe you’d think that breathing would be hard. Maybe you’d think heartbreak would be hard, but it isn’t, it’s easy, it’s so. So fucking easy. It’s the easiest thing in the whole world, she’s been handling it over a decade now, she’s loved him almost as long as she’s been alive and he’s hated her for half of it. It’s easy. Dying of it would be easy too. It would be the easiest thing in the world. She felt like she was killing her long before it actually started killing her.

So maybe if she could just lie down and let it kill her she would.

But Silco’s worried, so she’s been careful, in a way that it’s hard to be, so fucking hard to be, all the time, the screaming and shaking things in her head that always make her feel like she’s spiralling down some tunnel she won’t climb out of. It makes it hard to concentrate sometimes, to keep a clear goal and outline and plan in her head. So no one thinks she can. So that makes it easier. She can get away with things because she does them in the spaces between breaths and plans them out with the same attention she pays to the math of her engineering. She’d never make the mistakes she made as a kid again. Her machines would work. Her wiring would connect. Her shots would land. She’d learn the blueprints down to the line till she could draw them on walls in the dark. She did, sometimes. Sometimes just got through the first broad strokes till she was sure she remembered the angles before she switched to drawing a monkey. It was soothing, knowing exactly where her pen or her paint can was going. Vectors, velocities, other words that began with V. Verisimilitude.

Off track again. She’d planned waste disposal like she was building another bomb. She’d carried napkins on her, coughed only when there were other sounds and she was out of sightline. Thankfully, the flowers were pretty common. Ghost pipe grew out of the gutters, had complex systems with their stems from the strange chemical mud by the rivers and down the alleys. They were beautiful. She thought about it sometimes. That they were beautiful. As bleached out as his hair. At least she could die to something beautiful. Whenever she thought about it too much she could hear Mylo in her head laughing at her, so she tried not to. That’s stupid. She just needed to focus on getting rid of them. She dumped them back into the gutters, never the trash cans inside. She didn’t cough in front of him. She didn’t cough in front of him. She didn’t cough in front of anyone, except Mylo, who knew all her dark secrets anyway and anyway he wasn’t real it didn’t matter if he saw her it didn’t matter if he was laughing at her he wasn’t real.

And that would have been fine, except she’d messed up.

In front of Sevika.

They were fighting– she’d fucked something up, she didn’t remember what, and Sevika was getting that particularly brutal set jaw she got sometimes when she was really thinking that Jinx had put Silco in danger, and it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair that they both loved him and they both wanted the same thing and that they couldn’t get along they fought all the time. And something slips sideways in Jinx’s head and she’s thinking about something else, she’s thinking about people who want the same thing and can’t seem to talk and maybe if they just talked they could figure it out maybe if stupid boys would stop looking at her like she’s a ghost–

It seizes in her throat, and she doubles over. She tries to pretend like she’s laughing, tries to piss Sevika off enough to get her to stomp off, but the blood comes up faster than she can stop it and splashes through her fingers, hitting the wooden floor of the storeroom the same time her knees do.

“–Jinx–”

Jinx doesn’t think she’s ever heard Sevika use that tone on her before, or she half thinks it, because really she’s thinking fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck and it hurts, fuck it hurts, it’s hard to get it out of her throat and she can’t breathe and she’s wheezing, and then she’s hacking blood and flower petals up onto Sevika’s legs, because Sevika is kneeling in front of her, and she has just enough time to process that before Sevika hits her in the back and knocks the last of the stem out of her throat. They stay there in silence for a bit, broken only by Jinx desperately stealing back her breath, trying to piston the air back into her lungs in rough and seizing breaths.

“Fuck.” Sevika says, and Jinx just nods.

“How long?” She asks, and Jinx wipes her mouth.

“Months.” She mumbles. “Might, uh. Be longer than months. I don’t remember when I got the first ones.”

“You haven’t told Silco.” It’s not a question, though it begs the question. Jinx shakes her head no anyway, and then asks, tentative–

“What would he... do?”

Sevika snorts, once. “No idea. But you gotta tell him.”

“Why. I’m– dying anyway.”

Sevika sighs. “Well, one. Because if you don’t, I will.”

Jinx can’t even really be angry about that. She’d do the exact same thing if Sevika was sick. They understood each other.

“–and two,” Sevika continues, “Because if you just up and die on him, no warning, nothing? He wouldn’t be able to handle it. He’d break. You know that.”

Jinx does know that, but didn’t want to think about it. She looks down at the flowers across the floor, across both of their legs.

“–Can you give me a day?” She asks, finally. “Give me a day. I’ll handle it.”

Sevika eyes her. “You’re not gonna do something stupid, are you?”

“You think everything I do is stupid.” Jinx says, as she starts to climb up on unsteady legs. To her surprise, Sevika stands first and offers her a hand, pulling her up.

“Twenty four hours.” Sevika says. “And you’d better look better, kid. Your aim’s been deteriorating. Don’t think you can say it’s fixed and lie.”

“I won’t.” Jinx says, meaning it, and then sticks out her tongue and blows a raspberry before she ducks around Sevika and darts out the door. “Clock starts now!” she calls.

“Clock already started!” Sevika yells after her, but Jinx is already gone.

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It’s not hard to find Ekko’s base, but she doesn’t go in. She figures the best way to draw him out is to do something loud a few blocks away and wait.

Or, at least, she was going to do something loud. But she’d forgotten to bring her guns, because this was a peaceful mission, or whatever. So she doesn’t quite know how to get his attention, but there is a really miserably white stretch of undisturbed wall down the alley, and well–

The mural’s gotten fairly elaborate by the time she hears the footsteps down the alley. They’re tentative, not quite at the pace of someone incoming with a gun, and not quite the right weight either. They sound like his, but Jinx hears things sometimes, all sorts of things, and Ekko’s footsteps would absolutely be something she’d hear if she let herself zone out long enough, left her mind alone to run like a hamster on a wheel, so it’s not until he calls out that she looks over.

“What are you– doing, exactly?”

“Painting.” She says. “Duh.”

“Why?” He asks, guarded, and Jinx looks at him.

“–you came alone.” She realizes. It shouldn’t affect her. It shouldn’t matter. That was stupid of him, though, he shouldn’t come fight her alone, he should be trying to protect himself from her.

“So did you.” He says.

“Yeah, but I—” She can feel the tickle in her throat, and she swallows, realizing she doesn’t have a plan. Ekko frowns.

“You’re kinda freaking me out.” He says, sticking his hands in his pockets. “What are you doing here?”

Jinx wants to answer, she really does, but actually looking at him gets her in the chest, and before she can she doubles over, coughing hard, and in her peripheral vision Ekko lunges forward, catches her before she hits the ground as it rips through her. She thinks about fungal root systems– the way love is always there under the surface and growing and she thinks about it because every little tendril and filament burns as she lets out a hacking cough, and it’s warm, she’s warm as she’s lowered to the ground in Ekko’s arms, which makes it worse, and she can feel her eyes stinging as she shakes, she must be sobbing, the force of trying to hack the flowers up is ripping through her, and there’s blood and warmth and pain and then there’s—

Ekko’s mouth on hers.

She reels for a second, but he doesn’t pull away when she freezes, just reaches up to hold her cheek in his hand, pressing closer. Assuring her this is real, making himself solid and close and comfortable, and she remembers to kiss him back, throws her arms around his neck and hold on, and it aches, still, but it’s a good ache. It’s like the sting of her hands when she let go of the bat she’d played with as a kid, the ache of her arm after the pitch, her legs when they were playing. His thumb reaches up to wipe away the corner of her eye, the tears still falling, and he pulls away.

“We’re even.” he mutters.

“Even?” she asks, quietly.

He snorts, once, and then pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and snaps it open. Freesias fall out of it, all colors, the kind she’d scouted out of Piltover’s trash out of a kid, dumped off from old displays. She picks one up as she presses her cheek into his shoulder, settled into his lap, cupping it in her hands.

“–these are the freshest I've ever seen them.” She says.

“You loved them. Knew it had to be you.”

She doesn’t ask why he didn’t come find her. She presses her face into his shoulder.

“–I’m glad I got to save you too.” She murmurs. “For once.”

He presses her cheek to her hair.

“...same to you.”

[readbythestarlight]

someone holds me (safe and warm)

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Pairing: Vi/Caitlyn

Warnings: canon typical sadness, spoilers

Word count: triple drabble (300 exactly)

The world around them is burning, a little more every day. Maybe it’s always been burning. Burning, burning, burning, from the moment her parents died on the bridge.

From the moment Vander and Mylo and Claggor died.

From the moment she lost her sister, again (for good, forever?).

Topside, the Undercity, it doesn’t matter now. All the world is fire.

For Vi, it’s no surprise those same flames burn their way into her dreams, endlessly consuming.

No surprise that when she wakes it doesn’t make a difference, because dreams and reality are all full of the same loss, the same anger, the same clinging, cloying smoke that makes it hard to breathe.

Sobs that tear their way out past her lips, and tears hot enough that they too, burn.

Everything burns.

But this.

A voice, sleepy, and not burning but warm; warm as the arm draped around her middle, the body at her back. “Shhh, it’s alright.”

Vi sobs again, or laughs, because it’s not, it’s not, it’s never going to be how can you even say that look around us nothing is okay nothing will ever be okay—

“Vi…”

Vi groans, whimpers a response, the best that she can do.

And then, she’s moved. Or something moves around her, shifting from her back to her front. Pulling her in until her face is pressed into a shoulder, and gentle fingers run through her hair.

And a song, a tune, a melody? She doesn’t recognize it, but it’s drifting slow and sleepy in her ear.

“Wha—what are you doing?” she asks. Chokes out around all the tears and fears and words and smoke clogging up her throat.

“Shh…” Cait ghosts fingertips against her cheek. Still sleepy, still sweet (like a cupcake).

Not burning, but warm.

“I’m scaring away your monsters.”

[fangirlofall]

Anybody got any Mylo and/or Claggor fic prompts? I need some variety while writing my chaptered fic and any short Drabble-esque prompts might be fun to avoid burnout!

[band--psycho]

Vander x Reader-A Surpise On Valentines Day

For the lvoely @conretewings 💛 who requested the prompt Valentines Day on a budget

I know my Valentines Day Drabbles are running a little late -I'm sorry- this last week has just been super hectic! But I am hoping all of the stories will be posted at the end of this month!

Word count:500

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

“Vander?” Y/n called out, knocking on the door of the usually bustling bar, that tonight was unusually quiet. 

It was silent. Earilly so.

Especially for a night that should’ve been full of people seeing as it was Valentine’s Day. 

“Y/n,” four familiar voices said in harmony, making Y/n almost jump out of her skin, as they opened the door to the Last Drop.

Vi, her little sister Powder, Mylo and Claggor all shared a very suspicious look on their faces. 

“Did we scare you?” Vi smirked.

“Maybe,”

“We totally did,” Mylo teased, nudging Claggor slightly.

“Where’s Vander?” Y/n asked; glancing at the four children.

“He’s uh-he’s busy,” Mylo stated,his tone completely different to a few moments ago. 

“Busy doing?”

“He’s making-” Powder began very excitedly before Vi carefully placed a hand over her sister's mouth,  only adding to both Y/n's confusion and curiosity. 

“Way to nearly ruin the surprise,” Mylo muttered, earning a death glare from both Vi and Powder.

It wasn’t meant to be loud enough for Y/n to hear; yet she did.

“A surprise?”

“Congrats, Mylo,” Vi hissed, before turning her attention to Y/n.

“Go in,” she said simply; opening the door behind her.

Cautiously, Y/n did so, expecting it to be a prank they were pulling on her. 

But when she was inside, she saw a table that was at the center of the room with a singular lit candle flickered in the middle of the table. A white tablecloth with hand drawn love hearts covered the table that two plates and matching cutlery were on.

It made her heart melt.

“You’re early,” Vander said, snapping Y/n out of her thoughts, making her look up at him and the trays of food he was carrying. 

He seemed stressed. 

Very stressed.

“Do you need a hand?” She asked softly; trying to hold back her smile.

“No,” he answered simply, setting the trays down on the bar before walking over to Y/n. 

“What I need you to do is sit down,” he continued, pulling out her chair so that she could sit down in it; she did and he pushed the chair back in. 

“What’s all this for?” 

“Valentines Day,” he cooed, placing a kiss on the top of her head before taking the plate in front of her away and heading back to the trays of food on the bar.

Money was tight for both of them most weeks; she didn’t exactly earn a lot and although Vander had a good income, most of it went on the children and keeping the bar open. So they’d both agreed to not do anything for Valentine’s Day. 

And here he was, with a closed bar, treating her to a homemade meal.

“Vander, you didn’t have-”

“I wanted to, darl,” he continued, as he placed down a plate of food in front of her. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smiled, leaning down to place a delicate kiss on Y/ns lips. 

Tagging:

@xacatalepsyx @barbersjoy @conretewings @yn-ymn-yln @book-dragon03@bookworm1767 @the-lone-librarian @cass-brightwood @munsinner @withmyteeth @bestbitchsstuff @fortune-fool02 @arielpanda1 @wildestdreamcatcher @simping-ella @mothratic @stickyrice5096 @levis-butterfingers @justabigass-simp

[myloshinobu]

#KINKTOBER2018

¿Qué es el kinktober? Bueno, técnicamente es una práctica de todos los años en donde todo octubre se usa para escribir respecto a fetiches sexuales como reto para el escritor para experimentar su escritura. Es como el #inktober(dibujos con diferente temática todo octubre) pero para escritores.

KINKTOBER PARA MYLO

En mi caso, pensaba participar sin subir nada al respecto a mi página pero como he visto que ha crecido bastante los últimos meses pues quise que ustedes participen si así lo desean. Entonces organicé dos listas diferentes.

* La primera es como cualquier lista del kinktober, con una palabra en al que puedes desarrollar tu idea base.

*La segunda son las palabras pero con una situación que puedan desarrollar.

Vean las imágenes y verán. En mi caso quise hacerla más en situación simple que en algo más elaborado. A partir de lo cotidiano puedes sacar tu lado fetichista. Cualquier pretexto es bueno para tener sexo.

¿Qué se necesita para participar?

1. Querer hacerlo, esto es un juego <3 y tiene que ser divertido 2. Participas con fanfics, drabbles, one-shot, etc... 3. En este caso no necesitan ser escritores. Se aceptan edits, videos, fanarts, collage, etc. Con lo que quieran participar. 4. Puedes publicarlo en cualquier plataforma o si no tienes donde, podemos usar la página para publicarlo en una nota y que la gente pueda leerte. Solo pasa el link por inbox. 5. No es necesario que participes todos los días o si se te pasa el día, no hay problema. Al final de octubre haré una recopilación de quienes quisieron participar. 6. Se acepta cualquier pareja (si, hasta el Stucky xD). Aquí recibimos todo y todo se lee :3 7. No necesita ser de Marvel pero tengan en cuenta que como aquí suele haber más público de Marvel tendrá mejor recepción siendo Marvel que de otro fandom pero yo lo recibo y promociono gustosa. 8. Puedo aceptar yuri, de hecho sería interesante leer algo así xD 9. Firmar todos sus trabajos con la etiqueta #Mylooctober o etiquetando a la página. Estoy en tumblr, ao3, amor yaoi, wattpad con el mismo nombre que la página (Mylo Shinobu) por si me quieren etiquetar directamente.

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Datos:

Nombre (o seudonimo) Título Link de trabajo en cuestión Shipp/ shipps Fandom Día o idea en la que se basa

Ejemplo:

N: Mylo Shinobu T. Labios Link Shipp: Irondoom Fandom: Marvel Comics Día: 1 de octubre (Labios)

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Si desean participar pues solo envíen su trabajo antes de que acabe octubre o antes del día que tiene el prompt.

Si tienen dudas comenten y encantada les contesto (tarde pero lo hago). Y recuerden, no necesitan ser todos los días, con uno o dos que quieran participar los recibo encantados.

¡¡Nos vemos en octubre!!

#MyloShinobu

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