#and my writing skills are rusty

[spineapplestudios]

Housewife drabble

Moon leans against the counter, clawed fingers coiled around a damp rag, dragging it around the rim of an empty glass, methodically polishing until it seems to shine like crystal in the light. Crimson pupils lock in on you the moment you step up to the counter infront of him. “A bit late to the party, dont you think? Even the after party has packed up shop” His voice is like gravelled honey, low and rough yet melodic. A music box that's been worn from use. “But, just in time for the AFTER-after party” You smile awkwardly. Something about both the animatronic house staff irked you. They were just so- real, too real almost. With distinct personalities and quirks, flaws and mistakes that made them so different from one another. It almost always made you forget that you were talking to a being no different from the household computer with arms and legs…Almost. The Moon bot lets out a low chuckle. “Well then~” Slinging the rag over his shoulder, he places the freshly cleaned glass infront of you. “How may I be of service tonight, Estralla~?”

[vagueeyes]

Propaganda for today's @insideno9bracket poll is appreciation for the costumes in THE TROLLEY PROBLEM.

Drew wearing dark colours and Blake wearing light (with dark underneath!) was easy to spot early on. But rewatching the episode today I finally realized what they resemble...

It's chess pieces. They are playing chess the entire episode. How did this not occur to me before??

Also, I've not read the script yet, but this has always been my favourite bit of dialogue - it summaries a lot of the show very well:

[alonelystargazer]

Take This Lonely Heart 💞

Relationship(s): Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, other minor/background relationships

Rating: Mature

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Curses, Alternate Universe - Modern/College, Coming of Age, Slow Burn, Aged Up Characters, Love Letters, Alternating POV, Fluff, Heavy Angst, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Alcohol Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Suggestive, more tags will be added

Word count: 8.4k, Chapter 1/?

Summary:

Two lonely hearts make a connection at a Christmas Eve party but lose it in the same night. A series of cards and letters brings them closer than they could have ever imagined.

Read it on AO3 here.

Hi everyone! The fic I've been hyping up for months now is finally here, and I hope that you'll follow along on the journey! It's been a wild ride trying to brainstorm, outline, and most of all, WRITE this story, especially after the many times I rewrote this first chapter. I just wanted to make sure I got my vision right, and I think I finally have, so I'm ready to share it!

One thing I want to mention is that I'll be exploring some mature/adult themes in this story and I'll provide any appropriate warnings. That being said, I hope no one comes at me for so-and-so thing that I made sure to tag! Don't read it if it's something that makes you uncomfortable or just aren't interested in, and to my mutuals, no hard feelings if you don't wanna read it for whatever reason!

I'll try to keep a consistent schedule by posting a new chapter every month, and then once I've built a backlog of chapters, my goal will be to post every two weeks. If anyone is interested in asking me things about the story, I'm glad to answer them, but I also have a tag on my blog that you can look through.

Anyway, thanks to everyone who have been showing support for my fic and for waiting so patiently! I hope you all like it!

[heareriissmau]

❧ ❝pseudo alliance❞

mha kacchako!smau

disclaimer: if you don't like kacchako step away. this smau is only for fun. also this is gonna be filled with a lot of curses or expletives because bakugo.

genre: comedy, romance, slow burn, crack, tooth-rotting fluff summary: After the big war of today's generation, the popularity of Class 2A skyrocketed even before their debut as Pro-Heroes. Which comes with a price. The most popular students in class are getting way too much attention to the extent of being stalked. So, the students brainstormed ideas on how put a halt on these harrassments. Or; Class 2A opts for Bakugo and Uraraka to fake date to get rid of each other's strange fans. ship: Bakugo Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako (My Hero Academia)

**paragraphs are present for this part. **

word count: 1,720

katsuki semi-slams the cluster of books on the table. not loud enough to be glared at by the librarian for the second time, but loud enough to express his vexation over his project partner's tardiness. it has been well over 5 minutes, where the hell is she?

he pushes his phone away with a grunt, opening one of the books to start studying. twenty minutes already passed. he's never one to waste time.

thinking about this had him pissed off again.

"she's in charge of collecting homework today." the two-toned boy sitting across katsuki reminded, not sparing a single glance at the latter. "just saying. in case you forgot."

katsuki huffed through his nose. "of course i knew that." he did not. he did forget, so he mentally forgave his cheeky partner for not showing up at the designated time. doesn't change the fact that ochako didn't bother give him a heads up before she left!

"guess it's fine she isn't here yet," the raven-head sitting beside shoto spoke and rested a palm over her chin, observing the blond. katsuki noticed neither of them mentioned ochako's name on purpose. kyoka continued, leaning a little closer to whisper, "not much onlookers today."

she made a good point. it's rare on occasion to see the library be not filled to the brim with curious students openly watching them like hawks. it was a curse to be popular.

"aren't you a girl, too?"

"probably not."

katsuki raised his eyebrow at kyoka for the dumb response, which the raven-head shrugged at in deadpan.

it's 'cause kyoka is taken.

guess fangirls knew to respect a relationship, even if one hasn't been established yet. this left a shudder down the blond's spine. the word 'dating' has been haunting him recently. let's think about something else.

why isn't uraraka ochako here yet?

katsuki has already had the one page he's been reading over and over memorized while waiting. he could've started by himself but she borrowed his laptop to work on her part of the report. this was getting nowhere. he checked the time on his phone. 5:45 pm.

"if you need her so bad, why don't you go look for her?"

he absolutely did not like the teasing tone underneath kyoka's voice and it didn't help that he found her smiling at him like a damn cheshire cat. she's definitely mina's friend.

the twitch on katsuki's eye was beyond his control. "she ain't lost." he checked the messages on his phone for good measure, earning a snicker from the girl.

"it seems to me you're worried about her," shoto finally spoke again while taking his time writing notes for his report. "the way your leg has been bouncing up and down under the table the last several minutes is annoying, bakugo."

katsuki didn't even realize his anxiety was showing. wait, anxiety? who's anxious?! god-

fine.

he considers ochako a friend now, maybe. a friendship orchestrated by a frog every lunch break. whatever. sure. it's harmless to admit he's worried about her whereabouts and it's not weird just because she's a girl.

girls are so fucking weird.

"she could be terrorized by that kid that likes her, for all i know," katsuki blurted out of nowhere.

"so you are worried about her?" kyoka questioned.

"whatever you wanna call it." katsuki was tired.

"how sweet. hope you get worried about me, too." katsuki considered shoving a book in shoto's mouth.

"anyway, if it helps," kyoka's earlobe jack slithers back up to its original length and twirls it around at the blond like a pointer finger casting a spell at him. "there's a familiar giggle i heard in the hallway. that should be her."

as if on reflex, katsuki stood up from his seat, catching the attention of both his classmates. he blinked.

"i'mma go piss."

"gross."

"sure. of course, you are."

he nodded at no one, "be right back," and exits the library. he paid no mind to the stares bored onto his back by those two. they already know where he's actually headed anyway.

shoving both his hands in his pockets, katsuki walked down the halls and roamed his eyes discreetly around the long corridor. also completely passed the restrooms as he did. he'll go later. from a few feet away, he finally found the very girl he's wondered where the hell has been all this time, talking with a dude.

jesus, could you tell her to get a room? katsuki rolled his eyes before turning around about to leave her there until ochako saw him. her cheery, jolly expression then immediately turned sour. she widened her eyes at him, brows furrowed, lips pursed tightly. katsuki thought she looked like she was about to let out a fat shit while the dude with her was turned away, trying to find something from his backpack.

wait.

wait.

ochako's expression now looked like she was about to cry while letting out a fat shit. he pieced it together. right in front of her was the same dude trying to get into her pants even after getting rejected over and over. from the looks of it, she could be signalling katsuki to offer her help.

now, what was he supposed to do???

he scratched his head and watched as ochako still made a crying face at him. flailing an arm to get him to come until she quickly snapped out of it, back to her fake smile when her stalker turned to her again and gave her unwanted undivided attention. katsuki was very tired.

"oi, cheeks."

he finally approached. the stalker turned to the direction of the voice and flinched at the sight of the very bakugo katsuki looming behind him. that's right, get scared. "i've been waiting for an hour for you and this is where you've been?"

that wasn't a lie. though an hour was an exaggeration, but nevertheless the sense of relief painted on ochako's face was absolutely priceless. what have they been talking about for her to react like this from getting found?

"sorry, bakugo-kun! a bunch of stuff happened so," the brunette sheepishly responded and slid away from the other kid. she stood right next to katsuki like a little cat that got sprayed with water.

she turned back to the first year, presenting her usual chirpy self, "anyway, asahi-kun! what were you saying?" as if she actually cared about what he said at this point.

the kid, apparently called asahi, had his mouth agape. his eyes shifted back-and-forth from ochako to katsuki. must have been confused by the combination. "i was about to ask if you're free to go to an exhibit with me this friday?!" the ahashi kid held out the tickets to her face.

ochako made this strange apologetic look as she said, "oh, i'm sorry. we're workin' on our assignment. i'm sure you'll find somebody else to hang out with!"

oof.

wow, she's had it, huh?

that is not something ochako would usually say.

the look of confusion rather than dejected sadness that resulted on the azashitty's face was katsuki's answer. he must've been incredibly egotistic to only be confused ochako had rejected him. "then what about another day? are you free-"

alright. katsuki got the gist of it.

"are we done here?"

his voice exploded from the patience that has been lost since he left the library, startling the kid in the process. "she said no, didn't she? the hell are you still yapping for? you really think over-insisting would get her to say yes? you made out of fucking gold or something?"

"don't be too loud, bakugo-kun."

"wh- w- what's it to you?! m- mind your own business!" he looked like he was about to pee on the spot. a wimp, after all.

"'mind my own business,' he says," katsuki scoffed, maintaining eye contact with the first year. indimidation works so why not use more of it. "what if i told you it is my business? i'm the one she's hanging out with this friday anyway." it's for their project but he can be smug about that too.

ochako badly wanted to roll her eyes to the back of her head, but she didn't. "let's just go to the library." she tried to avoid the whole debacle and go back but katsuki held her in place. he wrapped an arm around her neck.

this felt ominous.

"y- you? okay? what's that supposed to mean?" the kid seemed to be bothered at the sudden skinship. ochako and katsuki were always seen together, in the same group of friends. to add, ochako has always been the clingy type of friend. she's found to be linking arms with, holding hands with, resting her head against her closest friends from class but never with katsuki. the very dude that disliked skinship, a complete opposite of ochako.

so, what's going on right now could very well be a nightmare fuel.

ochako sighed. "well, he isn't wrong.

"we're partners fo-"

"we're dating."

there was silence.

the partners made eye contact. one just as surprised as the other. ochako stared right at him with crazy eyes. katsuki guessed she must've been losing it inside.

"WHAT?" but not as much as the kid before them.

the blond decided to stand his ground, breaking eye contact with the girl in his arm. "yeah," his voice cracked.

"uraraka-senpai!" the kid shifted his attention to the poor internally spiraling ochako. he just doesn't stop, doesn't he? "since when? why haven't you told me anything?! all this time i've just been stupidly chasing over someone that's taken?!"

ochako's eyebrows furrowed at the demand for an explanation. as well as the absurdity of this conversation. especially from a literal extra. "i think we're done here, asahi-kun. i would like for you to stop bothering me anymore, or i will actually call faculty on you."

ochako unhooked katsuki's arm dangling around her and held his hand, pulling him to the library with her. they walked silently, or not considering the incoherent shouts coming from a certain student.

just now did katsuki realize what he had done.

"holy fucking shit."

ochako stopped to give him a blank stare.

"... my bad."

"remember this is your fault."

"fine."

both students decided it was best to not proceed with their previous objective back at the library.

⸻ part 10: patience wasn't the key

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heights alliance secrets:

denki cried on priv, asking kyoka to unblock him. he apologized.

kyoka was eavesdropping. shoto, too.

toru sent ochako one-word messages frantically that it amounted to over 50 messages notified on ochako's end.

katsuki was then given another reason to save ochako's number.

oh and they went to the courtyard because acads comes first. also, ochako needed some time to chill before coming back to the dorms and be met with interrogation.

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[yucanbmylxdy]

You and Nanami have always liked eachother

But never acting upon it. Until in your adulthood at the very least.

You've always had your eye on him ever since you were both in high school. You never thought you'd have your chance with him since he was so closed off, introverted and seemed like he didn't want to be anywhere. Thus you admired him from afar. Making your feelings unknown to the blonde teenage boy.

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As far as Nanami has known you, you were a curious being. He always saw your lingering eyes on him when you don't know he's looking. Your attempts to get him to every outing possible with Gojo and your other friends. He's seen Gojo's attempt with setting you two up. But it seems like you weren't interested in the very slightest. To him, it looked like you were avoiding him. He didn't know why and he wouldn't even dream of asking Gojo if he knew anything about it, he would not live in a world like that.

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When the both of you pursued being a teacher and teaching the younger generation of sorcerers , the feelings you've held for one another were buried deep inside your hearts. I mean, come on, it was probably just puppy love. Right?

[thesophisticatedworm]

It's tea and thinking about Thiam hours again...

...is that a word document in the background...a WIP mayhaps...

I wanna say thanks to @thiamsalpha for inspiring me to find time to get back into writing

[ruvviks]

i'm crazy btw

[mooniexchild]

a fanfic where the chain meets eow zelda.

[avas-snazzical-corner]

Found this drafted in my notes app half finished and decided to finish it

Doesn't have a title or anything but some attention would be appreciated 👍

Word Count: 796

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Edward had to stifle a yawn as he carried himself out of his lab, eyes heavy with exhaustion. He didn't bother to check the time, he already knew it was very, very late. After spending way too long standing under the flourecent lights, his head ached, and so did his aging bones. He needed to get to bed while it was still dark. Ava would be waiting for him, after all.

As he rounded the corner into the living room, the German had to double take as he saw Ava sitting on the couch, eyes glued to her phone, and the TV on. He could see empty soda cans and a couple snack wrappers surrounding her. Even with the distance between her and himself, Edward saw the way her usually bright eyes were dull, and how dark circles formed a ring under them. The winged girl looked as though her phone was the only thing keeping her awake.

“Ava?” His quiet voice alerted the girl at last, her head snapping to attention as the Doctor approached.

“Oh-" Ava blinked the tiredness out of her eyes. “Hey, Edward..” Edward heard the grogginess in her voice as she finally met his puzzled gaze. “What are you doing up so late, liebchen?" He asked. "It's the middle of the night. You should be in bed."

Ava cocked her head. "That's funny coming from you." She chuckled dryly. "What're YOU doing up, huh?" She questioned, squinting her eyes, then slowly closing them as she bit back a yawn of her own.

A reasonable question, I suppose. The Doctor thought, his icy gaze briefly running over his smaller darling's frame.

"I was just in mein lab. You know a scientist's--" He was cut off by yet another yawn. "--job is never truly done."

“...Yeah, I don't know what answer I was expecting from my workaholic husband...” Ava mused, flopping back on the couch with a dull thump, keeping her eyes on him, her phone now forgotten.

Edward rolled his eyes. “Ja, ja. What a comedian you are, mein liebe." The sarcasm in his tone was unmistakable. "But now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to bed. Und you should be too."

Ava waved him off dismissively. "I'll be in bed whenever...I'ma just..stay out here a little longer.."

Edward didn't move from his spot, crossing his arms. "Darling, it is very late. It isn't good for you to be staying up this long." His voice was laced with worry. "Nor is it good for you to be eating this much at this hour."

His winged wife simply shrugged. "I'll be fine, honey. Just gimme a few more minutes and..." She yawned softly. "I'll be right with you.." Her eyes slowly blinked, sleepy tears forming at their corners.

The German had an unimpressed look despite his tiredness. "Ava." He used his stern voice now. "As both a doctor und your husband, I command you to accompany me to our bedroom. Come willingly or I will have to take you meinself."

Ava's wings twitched irritably. She was growing cranky, but losing her resolve. Edward could tell. "You don't got the strength.." She grunted, the challenge clear in her tone as she shifted on the sofa. And she was right. Her weight versus Edward's bony arms, it was clear who'd win.

But that wouldn't stop him from trying.

"Alright. If you want to play games with the Doktor, liebe, then we shall play." Edward focused his eyes on her, taking less than 4 strides to not only turn off the TV, but push his arms beneath Ava's chubby frame and scoop her up off the couch in one motion.

The winged girl yelped as she was hoisted up, not having enough energy left to do more than squirm in her husband's shaky, but firm grip. Her protests grew wordless, and Edward began to walk to the bedroom, smirking victoriously.

It only took a few staggering footsteps before his grumpy wife began to grow quieter and quieter, until finally.....silence.

As he bedroom door came within reach, the German stole a glance down at his wife, and instantly, his smirk softened into a warm smile. And what did he see, you may ask?

In his arms now laid a snoozing Ava, who had already fallen asleep before Edward had even reached their bedroom door.

With an amused shake of his head, he shouldered the door open, carrying his sleeping dove over to the bed and laying her down as gently as he could. He got into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her sleeping form and pulling her flush against him, his head comfortably nestled into her neck.

And it didn't take long for the German to follow behind his wife as he finally drifted off into his own little dreamland, his arms never letting his love go.

[finickyfelix]

I've been writing Foxglove Dust lately, and the second most major character has finally been introduced, so here, meet Asen.

Tievis couldn't believe his luck, couldn't believe that he'd essentially just been handed a new experiment subject. There had to be a catch to this. Well, there was a catch to it, he had to turn Asen back into a human, but he could just ignore that one. There had to be something bigger, something more major that he'd overlooked. But that didn't matter right now. He couldn't control the grin slowly spreading over his face. He supposed he probably looked horrifying, grinning like that, but Asen didn't comment. Tievis tore his eyes away from his newly-acquired experiment and moved to lock the door. “You're not actually going to turn me back into a human, right?” Asen asked once Tievis's back was turned, once he could no longer see him, breaking the silence. Tievis froze. Was he really that readable? Had he completely lost his ability to hide his intentions? “What makes you say that?” he asked carefully. “I don't want to be human again. And I don't think you actually plan to do it. You can't turn me back. My uncle is hung up on the past.” “...I see.” Was this a trap, or could he really drop the pretenses and tell Asen what he really planned to do to him? He didn't want to keep lying to his experiments. He'd lied to Nameless, and… He didn't have the time to be sentimental right now.

Hello, writing excerpt tag list. It's been a little while. This is the second time ever that I have used this tag list, wow. @leahnardo-da-veggie, @diabolical-blue, @saturnine-saturneight, @lychhiker, @autism-purgatory.

[theadventurousdork]

I'm 0.2 seconds away from writing a fic about Rachel and Max teaming up to find a missing Chloe.

[troutflight]

The darkhawk brainrot is so bad I had to write a fanfic about them

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64259482

[hawkeish]

thank you to @another-rogue-trevelyan for tagging me!! I’m working on the fourth chapter of my rookanis fic and it’s kicking me up the arse, but here’s a very out-of-context snippet that will make absolutely no sense:

“No, no, no, no, no—”

“Calm down, kid. This your first bar fight?”

“Calm?” A shrill shriek of a laugh. “You want me to be calm? I can’t lose my position and—and Ingellvar—Rook—is she—oh, fuck, there are people in there who I set on fire—”

Retching.

“Ah, now this takes me back!” A warm chuckle. “Harding, did I ever tell you about the first time Daisy bottled someone—”

“Not sure this is the time!” someone—much more feminine—breaks in. Then, softer: “That’s right. Deep breaths. There you go—oh.” More retching, punctuated by half-sobs, then the thuds of pats on the back. “Well, better out than in, as my ma says! I can clean my boots later.”

Varric.

The word pulls at a loose yarn in the jumbled knots of Orrenrook’s rattled brain. She knows Varric. No. Knows of a Varric, maybe.

“Venatori weren’t in the plan.” A low murmur—the man. The voices are louder than they were, drowning out the sounds of vomiting.“Neither was a bar fight. Or a half-drunk mortalitasi who’s just violated one of his culture’s most venerated beliefs.”

Mortalitasi. Rook knows that word, too. She likes how it sounds. It makes her think home.

“Venatori should always be in the plan,” the woman replies, sighing. “And we should be more used to bar fights by now. Wherever you go, Kirkwall’s je ne sais quoi follows. Which always means blood magic. And bar fights.”

An exaggerated, tongue-cluck of a tut. “Labelling it Evil Mage City is one thing, Harding, but using Orlesian to describe it? You wound me. Speaking of wounds, we should maybe be more careful that our Watcher here doesn’t bleed out. Especially not here. Propping her up on the vhenadahl as she succumbs to head trauma inflicted by a racist Tevinter fanatic feels a little tone-deaf, Harding—”

Vhenadahl.

Whatever else is said, Orrenrook doesn’t hear it. Consciousness begins to slip from her grasp once more, unspooling like twine, and as she falls into darkness she is thinking of the vhenadahl, of standing beneath it with Porphyria in a cool Nevarran downpour, of how she will never feel the warmth of her not-quite-mother’s hand again.

tagging @canavaris , @rookinthecrownest, @katuary, @librivore42, @aymayzing and anyone else who fancies it! (if you want to be tagged by me for writing stuff, please lemme know!)

[the1andonlyjes]

gay people in my phone

today I wrote and updated a fic

if I can do it you can do it too

[blankinsidecards]

i’m writing a fic for the Legends & Lattes book (because this is a “write the orc x succubus lesbian smut you wish to see in the world” situation) and I didn’t listen to the audio book of L&L but I did listen to the audio books of the TLT and somehow Tandri’s voice in my head has become indistinguishable from Moira Quirk’s voice for Camilla Hect

[guppyfreedom]

Oscar meets Anton

Oscar does not approve his brothers' new colleague.

For those who are unfamiliar with the Swedes, they are from a Netflix show called "The Umbrella Academy." Their first and last appearance is in season two. They are brothers who are assassins that work for an organization called the Temps Commission.

Oscar (Thomas Sinclair - in gif) Axel (Kris Holden Ried) Otto (Jason Bryden)

For those who are unfamiliar with Anton Chigurh, he is from a novel/film called "No Country for Old Men." He is a psychopathic professional hitman. His employers are unknown.

(Javier Bardem)

With one last hard push, Oscar managed to fit his victim's head inside the freezer. He had finished hacking the woman to death after realizing she was abusing her cats. The poor babies were malnourished; neglected.

Oscar walked to the woman's couch, sighing heavily. He sat down and picked up one of her...well, his cats and laid them onto his lap. He shushed the animal gently, rubbing their back.

Even though she wasn't their assigned target, she still got in the way. His older brothers didn't mind Oscar's bloodlust as long as there were no witnesses.

Plus, the men had a soft spot for animals...especially kittens.

"That was foolish," a deep voice commented.

Except for one.

Oscar looked up, his blue eyes narrowing at his brothers' new...colleague. He snorted at the man's ugly haircut since it reminded him of Otto's hair.

"All that strength wasted for miserable animals instead of our target," the man, Anton, continued.

Anton was sitting on an upholstered chair across Oscar, his hands perfectly resting on his lap.

"That tiken deserved it," snapped Oscar, gently putting his cat to the side as he glared at man.

"I don't think you understand. Typical, for someone as young as you. You took too much time. A bullet to the head is quicker and the outcome is easier to clean."

"The Commission takes care of our mess," shrugged Oscar.

Anton exhaled sharply. "...Alright. That explains it."

Oscar's clenched fists and angered expression looked as if he wanted to have a go at Anton while Anton's dry smile was challenging him to try it.

"Enough," a commanding accented voice spoke.

The two men turn, seeing Axel walk into the living room. The eldest brother was holding his patched blue coat, carefully draping it on the back rest of the wooden chair.

"Yes," replied Anton, "your impulsive brother on the other hand..."

Axel heavily sighed, gesturing at his brother with a stern look.

Knock it off.

Oscar clenched his jaw, turning away from the two older men. He hated how it seemed Axel was favoring this Chigurh man over his own little brother.

With a hissed curse, Oscar stood up and stormed out of the living room to his bedroom upstairs.

He doesn't like his brother's "friend".