#discord drabbles

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

Wei Wuxian leans his head against Lan Zhan's, closing his eyes in contentment. Lan Zhan is a heavy but comfortable weight, sitting slightly perpendicular in his lap so that no crushing is happening. The scent of sandalwood is the same as ever, filling Wei Wuxian's nose until he can smell nothing but his husband.

He remembers when they were younger. When Lan Zhan was, though perfect in every other way, still hesitant to "make" Wei Wuxian care for him the way he cared for Wei Wuxian. As if cuddling Lan Zhan has ever been, or will ever be, or could ever be in a hundred thousand years, a hardship.

There's a joke there that Wei Wuxian's not going to make, if only because they're not young anymore. And sitting in Lan Zhan's lap is their granddaughter, conked out after a long afternoon of having to deal with her baby brother crying his head off.

It's okay. He'll make the joke later, once the Jingshi is free of the rest of their family. For now, Wei Wuxian tightens his hold on his husband, rocking them side to side gently as Lan Zhan watches over their other grandchildren, playing by the lotus pond with their aunt and uncle. For now, he'll just exist in, and enjoy, this moment.

[textmel8r]

[ SMAU ] 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄 ? in which the jujutsu kaisen men confront you about seeing you with another man ( who just so happens to be your relative ) .

୨୧˚ incl; satoru gojo , suguru geto , kento nanami , toji fushiguro , choso kamo

୨୧˚ cw; slight! suggestive in suguru’s , crack , profanity

୨୧˚ an; mostly made this post to promote my discord server , come join freak nation we objectify anime characters 🤤

likes and reblogs are appreciated !

[irisinluv]

The first time your spouse ever saw you come home from work with tear tracks down your face was the last time you ever came home from work at all.

“Baby it was just a bad migraine. I can go back to work.”

“No.”

“But-“

“No.”

You huff as you’re dragged back to bed for the billionth time.

“Come on, I’m gonna be late!”

“Can’t be late, you don’t work there anymore.”

You laugh as they bury their face in your neck, leaving slow open mouth kisses and you say, “that’s not how it works, I can’t just not show up ever again.”

“Sure you can, you sent an email yesterday saying you quit effective immediately.”

You pull back and stare at them, hard.

“I did WHAT?!”

Let’s just say you didn’t end up getting up and going to work that day. Or any day after. They’ve been wanting you to quit anyways, they can provide for you, and they don’t like sharing you with your coworkers. This just sped things up.

[drarrymyheart]

Discord Drabble challenge - Aug 2024

Prompt: Restart

Word count: 137

Potter,

This letter is to express gratitude on behalf of my mother and myself for your speech before the Wizengamot. Although egregiously sanctimonious,—

Potter,

You needn’t have — Why—

I NEVER WANTED YOUR HELP

Potter,

Was one life debt not enough to hold over my head?

I don’t deserve—

You continuously insert yourself into my life until I can think of nothing else. Dreams and waking hours consumed by your green eyes and disfigured face, your back pressed to my chest surrounded by heat and smoke, your arse—

Do all trainee Auror uniforms fit like that or is it just yours that is so tight it’s indecent?

Potter,

What happens now?

Potter,

I don’t think I’ve really hated you for years.

Potter,

Thank you.

-DLM

P.S. Mother has invited you for tea. Saturday 3pm. Don’t be late.

[14dayswithyou]

The 14DWY brainrot is real... >_< were ypu planning on sharing koi ren's design here too or is it discord only for now? remember to drink lots n lots of water today 🐸☔️

i don't rmbr if i included this but can you share any koi crumbs too?

✦゜ANSWERED: aaaaa I'm 14 years late to this ask (/silly), but thank you for reminding me!! I'll add the new Mer Ren design to da queue >:3

I'll also put the Koi Ren (I'm rocking with this new name!!) crumbs under the cut!!

"Stop rocking the boat, Ren." Without sparing a glance in his direction, you continue to stare out into the vast, open lake. "You'll scare away all the fish."

Had you turned around, you would've seen the faux-deadpan look on his face as Ren takes in the irony of your words. As if to prove a point, he gently swishes his tail in the water, which causes small ripples to form and (eventually) disturb your bobber. "I don't think the boat is the problem here."

"Okay, how about this... One more fish, then we can go back." You finally look back at your scaley companion — who was still leaning against the edge of your tin boat with a lazy smile — and give him a resolute nod. "Promise."

"Sure," Ren casually reaches into the boat to pick and pluck at some of your live bait. "But you said that about the last three fish."

"This will be the last one. I swear."

"You... swear?" You try to ignore the way Ren swallows up one of your minnows as if you weren't using them for bait as he continues to speak, "Like... curse words? Humans sure are weird creatures."

As if realising his comment, Ren's ocean-blue eyes widen slightly and shift towards your form. "N-Not... Not you, though."

With a laugh, you playfully try to nudge him off of the boat. All it does is cause it to tip slightly, but Ren steadies it when you show signs of losing balance.

"Alright. One more fish, then?"

You nod and cast your attention back to your rod once more. You don't even notice the silence — nor Ren slipping away — until you suddenly feel a tug on your line and call out to your companion in excitement. "That was quick!"

Quickly reeling it in, you wonder what kind of fish you'd just caught — it's definitely stronger than you anticipated, given how the rod drastically bends and snaps at every movement from the fish. And just as you see the shadow from the murky depths get closer, the ripples get bigger and cause a stir underneath your tin boat. Standing up now, you try with all your might to reel it on board...

...Only for a mess of black hair to emerge from below and peer up at you with a smug look.

"Ren!"

"Looks like you got a big one."

"C'moooon." You practically whine, though you allow Ren to haul himself into your tiny boat and rest his head in your lap. You can still feel his body shake from underneath your touch, no doubt still laughing at his poor attempt at a joke. "This doesn't count."

A beat passes before your fishy companion responds. "...Hm? Fine then."

Another moment of silence follows before he slithers back into the water without another word. Half of you worries that you might've said something to offend him (there was still the tiniest hint of a language barrier between you two). Still, it ultimately leads to nothing as Ren soon emerges once more — only this time, he's hauling the biggest largemouth bass you'd ever seen into your boat.

"This good enough?" He looks at you with wide, blue eyes. "If not, I can probably find a sturgeon and—"

"It's bigger than my boat!"

"Is this what your kind calls... exaggeration? Because your boat is big enough even for me to—"

"—Arghh! It's getting water everywhere! Put it back!"

It was almost comical how Ren tossed the fish over his shoulder and back into the water without breaking eye contact with you.

Another wave of silence hits, yet neither of you seems to move or break the awkward staring contest you'd somehow started. It's then when you notice Ren's grin get bigger — most likely at your resignation and embarrassment — which causes you to fall back into your seat in defeat.

"Fine. Enough fishing for today. Let's head back." Busying yourself with the bucket of fish and tacklebox in front of you, you secure your gear and pack everything away. But it seems Ren had other plans, seeing as he took it upon himself to climb back into your boat and rest his arms on your legs. No longer able to move as freely, you have no choice but to indulge in his carefree whims.

"But you caught me. Aren't you going to bring me home too?"

"As much as I want to," Truly, you do. You've always wanted to show Ren the world outside of Lake Bluemoss. "There's no way I'm carrying you all the way down the mountain."

"You never know until you cry."

"Try." You correct him. "Until you try."

"Your kind sure are funny." Ren nuzzles himself closer. "Perhaps another time, then... Stay here tonight."

Your body pricks up at his words, and you spare a glance at the abandoned boathouse near the dock. Despite its rough and rugged exterior, you and Ren actually made it quite comfy. It had some of your old blankets and sheets thrown over one of the boats to make it comfortable to lounge in — alongside a giant empty tank that you and Ren filled with water for him to sit in as well. Despite the lack of human traction, the place still felt homey and well-loved.

"...I guess I could."

"Then what are we waiting shore?"

You had to roll your eyes at his attempt at a pun.

[cranberrymoons]

stay

prompt: "Don't go... please." (discord drabble) word count: 370 rated: m

you give me angsty dialogue prompts, i will make them fluff 😤 enjoy!

“Don’t go,” Eddie says, hand sliding over Steve’s hip. “Please?”

Steve feels his heart give a lazy thrum as he pauses on his way out of bed. He blinks. 

“You want me to stay?”

He’s not really a one night stand kind of guy for this exact reason. He always wants to linger, or for it to last, and then he ends up making himself sad when they finish what they came there to do and the other person starts giving him subtle cues to zip himself up and go home.

But Eddie had drawn him in when their eyes caught across the bar earlier, and Steve had thought – even if it does end up hurting in the end, it’s worth it for that smile. And he has a type, okay, that’s part of it, but there’s also this shine that seems to come off of Eddie that made him just – 

Eddie lets out a quiet laugh, turning his face to halfway hide it in the pillow. 

“You’re so far out of my league, I’m tempted to just tie you to the bed and never let you go.”

“I’m really not,” Steve says as he lets himself be drawn back into bed. Eddie eases him onto his back and slides over top of him, drawing his wrists over his head and bending to kiss a line down his neck. “I’m really not that great, just –”

“Just very hot,” Eddie says, rolling his hips. “And very sweet.” Steve gasps, feeling his cock twitch where it’s trapped between them. “And by some accident, very naked in my bed.” 

Steve tangles a hand in the hair at the back of Eddie’s head, pulling him back up into a kiss to drag teeth over his bottom lip and draw it into his mouth. Their tongues slide together and Steve feels his head start to spin, and he breaks away to take a shaky breath in. Eddie’s mouth moves to his jaw, biting a line back to his ear.

“Kind of want to keep it that way for a little longer,” he says in a low voice as he runs a hand down Steve’s side, shivery and light. “Unless you have somewhere else to be.”

[also on ao3]

[wanderingblindly]

On Intimacy (Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, 600 words, Drabble)

Written in a 20-minute sprint with some very supportive besties on Discord, who are single handedly prying me from my writing slump. For the prompt: "There isn't anything that I wouldn't do for you"

God, it's embarrassing. He's only 24 years old, he's a professional athlete. Allegedly, he's in his prime – he should be, at least. And yet, staring down at his trainers beside the door, he's not.

He leans forward a fraction of a centimeter, hardly visible.

His back twinges.

It shows on his face.

It's been like this for days; the double headers and endless hours on the plane are taking their toll, the rough tracks are the icing on the cake. Jon's doing his best to work on him, he's doing his best to take care of it, and yet. And yet.

He can't bend down to get his shoes on, back extra stiff first thing in the morning.

He could do it, really, if he just admitted that he had to do it differently. Bending at the knee, keeping his back mostly stiff – he could do it. But he shouldn't have to; he's Lando Norris, he eats his stupid trainer-approved food and sleeps early when his schedule necessitates it.

His cheeks start to grow hot, vision going blurry with a destabilizing wash of budding tears.

Embarrassing.

"You ready to go?" Oscar calls from the kitchen, closing the fridge and probably tossing a water bottle between his hands. He raises a brow at Lando when he approaches the entryway, noticing Lando's fixated stare at his feet – at his trainers just a step away. "Lando?"

"Yeah," He says, wincing at the wobble in his voice.

Embarrassing.

But he can do it, of course he can do it. So he leans forward before jerking still – unable to keep the wince off his face. The tears – hot and frustrated and pricking at him from the inside – lose their battle with gravity, sliding down his cheeks.

"You're meeting with Jon first thing, right?" Oscar asks calmly, closing the distance between them with a quick stride. Lando nods, rubbing harshly at his eyes like he can will the tears away.

He doesn't see Oscar slide down to one knee, but he hears his water bottle thud against the floor.

With his palms still pressed to his eyes: "Get up." Lando's voice cracks, awash with a new wave of mortification.

"It's fine," He says, and Lando looks; Oscar's looking up at him, he tilted slightly to the side, fingers making quick work of loosening Lando's laces.

"I don't need you to put on my fucking shoes," The words are harsh, but his voice is pathetic; he's not angry, but rather hurt – self-flagellating.

Oscar shrugs, putting the shoe back on the ground and grabbing Lando's ankle. "I know you don't," His voice is calm, gaze fixed on guiding Lando's foot into the trainer, tying it up.

Lando's breath catches at the delicacy of his touch, something about it burrowing deep in his chest.

One shoe on and the other in hand, Oscar looks back up at him – the thin skin under his eyes flushed pink, lips quirked into the soft half-smile he saves just for when they're alone.

"But I want to." He finishes, driving the point home by reaching for Lando's other ankle.

"It's –" Lando starts to protest instinctively. Degrading. Unnecessary. Awkward.

Oscar cuts him off. "You know I'd do anything for you." He ties the second shoe with a sense of finality, not leaving any room for Lando's poor attempt at pride.

"Yeah," Lando says softly, pulling Oscar's gaze back up to him. He stands slowly, not breaking eye contact – nearly nose to nose. "Thanks."

"Of course," He smiles, leaning forward for a chaste kiss. "We're gonna be late to the track."

It's dizzying. Lando feels like he's floating on air, images of Oscar looking up at him running behind his reddened eyes.

He fights the butterflies in his stomach to get it out: "Right."

[mosaickiwi]

14DWY As a Drama AU

Hey remember when I said I’d post this in February oopsies!! (don’t ask me about demon!ren i will cry)

Open at your own risk this thing is LONG. Tried to give everyone at least a little something! upon putting this in my drafts i realized olivia exists i'll add her at some point uhhh. Also you can tell how much I love Elanor... hehe

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

The cult classic romantic thriller, 14 Days With You, is now a drama! Coming to all your favorite streaming platforms this summer. A whirlwind romance gone right and wrong that you DON’T want to miss.

Cast List

[REDACTED]

🖤 Quiet kid that used the after school theater program to delay returning home. Never wanted to perform, but loved doing costumes, make up, and correcting others (in his mind) on how to portray their roles. 

🖤 Spent a little extra time perfecting the costumes of a certain someone who didn't even know they existed. He always traded house chores with his sister so she'd sit in the audience to solely film Tree #2's performance.

🖤 Was an apprentice special effects makeup artist after graduation at first, particularly for horror films, but it didn't exactly pay the bills when they left home.

🖤 Easily rose to the top in their acting career due to his dedication for crafting characters to perfection. 

🖤 Dolly Parton/Lady Gaga-esque in their separation of work and life—completely unrecognizable in their regular civilian attire. Paparazzi have never gotten a picture of them in all their years trying.

🖤 Has zero issues getting into character, but does "method acting" on occasion to make sure people leave them alone on set. And also to fuck with directors and producers they don't like. Notoriously difficult to work with because of it + their overall attitude towards others, still gets hired somehow.

🖤 Got offered the role as the main love interest in 14DWY without an audition, thanks to a previous manipulative pink haired character he played in a film that ended up never being released. (2017 Ren because it's funny)

 Angel (you!)

💜 Participated in the same after school theater program as [REDACTED] and Leon for a few semesters before you got bored of it. Curiosity for acting resurfaced later in life.

💜 Newbie actor at the recently formed talent agency of your friend. Only starred as non-speaking roles or background characters in small productions until the drama. You moved back to Corland Bay after uni for the better industry prospects.

💜 You initially auditioned for a very small role in the drama as an employee in a seaside shop at first, but somehow you wound up as the lead? (un)lucky you.

💜 Feel free to fill in the blank for any whys and hows you think of to fit your OC/self/sona as you so please <3

Elanor

💖 Normally an actress and casting director, first time as an executive producer for the drama. Dreams of bringing her own romantic screenplays to life. Hasn't quite proven herself the way she wants in the industry to feel confident enough in them. 

💖 Catalyst for the drama being made. A "friend" mistakenly recommended the 14DWY book to her. She absolutely loathes all the psychological horror of it but sees the potential it has.

💖 Also the reason [REDACTED] was immediately cast, and you as well once she saw your chemistry with him while reading for a minor role. He hadn't shown a fraction of as much interest when reading lines with other potential candidates, so she decided to take the risk of an untested talent as the headliner.

💖 Refuses to use her family's name to get her stuff made. She wants her works to speak for themselves. Very picky about who she works with due to her family having hands in most of Corland's entertainment industry so she hardly gets a genuine interaction beyond ass-kissing.

💖 Always partial to working with Conan's small studio since he was the only director to give her any sort of criticism in spite of her family, as gentle and polite as it was. She still cried a little in the dressing room though.

💖 Genuine confusion when Conan wants her to act as both a producer and assist with direction. She only intended to bring it to his interest. But how could she say no to someone whose judgment and opinion she respects so much?

Conan

💖 Runs and owns a small scale studio in the Bay that seems to pick and choose its productions at random. It is in fact Alice sneaking into her dad's home office and putting scented stickers on the ones she likes. (She only reads the titles)

💖 Extremely proud of Elanor for getting so far on her own, and would take on one of her dozens of scripts no questions asked if she'd only work up the courage to show him one. So imagine his surprise when she comes to him with a romantic horror instead of one of the fairy tale romances he sees her scribbling notes on during breaks.

💖 While he’s the one with the final say, he does try to let Elanor have as much free reign as possible on the project in the hopes to boost her confidence.

Kiara

💖 A super-star actress and model that got her start in Corland’s local industry, but quickly hit it big. 

💖 When she isn’t drowning in work, she’ll swing through town to check in on her sister.

💖 Desperately wants to star in one of Elanor’s productions, but respects her sister’s desire for independence. Though she does like to tease about certain casting decisions on the drama when made aware of them.

the rest of the cast are unfortunately very silly i couldn't resist

Moth

💖 Started a talent agency out of spite for the terrible castings in their favorite media. Got further invested upon realizing they could read the scripts before the movies or show adaptations were even announced.

💖 The one who pushed you to audition for a minor role in the production once the rumor about who was cast as the main love interest reaches them. They've heard all the horror stories about [REDACTED] so wanted the inside scoop. Horrified and fascinated to find out you get the lead role. It’s like watching a train wreck.

Leon

💖 Joined the theater program initially because of you, but got really into it. Moved away to attend a performing arts school until his mother got sick.

💖 Took every wacky infomercial or street performance gig he could find to pay the hospital bills until Teo found out and swooped in.

💖 Eternally grateful for the burden of financial ruin being relieved, so he always accepts the jobs Teo gets for him. He definitely won’t complain since he’s not dressed in an animal costume and shouting nonsensical slogans for cleaning products.

Teo

💖 Met Leon through a shared production and quickly bonded. Attended a different performing arts school and met Jae as a child.

💖 Almost the exact opposite of his game character purely for the funnies. Shy, introverted, can’t flirt to save his life. Still a nepo baby but he can hold his own in acting. Doesn’t like his character much, but is extremely jealous of the confidence he oozes.

💖 Leon and Jae are his only friends in the industry so he uses his sway to get them parts if they haven't already gotten a call back. Gets REALLY nervous on set for certain roles so he needs their support.

Jae

💖 Attended the same school as Teo when they were kids, and is constantly pitching intentionally bad ideas and joking on set to reassure his friend.

💖 A little bit of a thrill seeker, so does all his own small stunts if he thinks he’s capable. Stands there and gawks watching the more extreme stunts, loudest to clap when they go well.

💖 Kept bringing Maple to the shoots cause how could he even think about leaving her at home? She would occasionally break her leash and wander into a scene for head scratches and kisses. The film crew always booed when a PA came to take her off set.

Violet

💖 Completely terrible at caring for plants. Inspired by her role, she starts vlogging about her plant mom journey before shooting even begins. All her advice is completely wrong and terrible. Her personal assistant keeps her in the dark by tending to the plants themselves to fix her mistakes.

💖 Finds out she has a talent for flower arrangement, though. Does thank you vases for the cast and crew on all her future productions that last a lifetime because her PA made sure all the flowers were fake.

Exposition

(silly on set shenanigans)

🎬 Scenes get retaken quite a bit, since you’re still extremely new to it all. Most of the cast and crew expect anger out of [REDACTED] after the 4th call for a re-shoot on the first day’s library scene, but he’s surprisingly cracking jokes about his dye job and reassuring you that you’re doing great. The infamously ill-tempered actor is smiling somehow… even being patient? Not glaring down his co-star for minor slip ups? They cannot recognize this person.

🎬 Violet and [REDACTED] naturally butt heads on set. She respects their acting, not the actor. Zero hesitation to snap back if he’s getting snarky with a PA. You’re the one people have to beg to separate them, and you’re completely baffled that [REDACTED] doesn’t treat others as nicely as he treats you.

🎬 Even though Elanor is a nervous wreck about the first real thing to ultimately make or break her career, she’s scarily efficient on set—as long as no one distracts her. She does get sidetracked once in a while, only because she loves chatting and answering any questions the cast or crew might have. She even brings one of her own cats to set during a slower day to see if they can get along with Maple. Leaves Conan in charge when the horror scenes are being shot. They’re both put off by how vivid they feel, but Conan at least can grin and bear it. 

🎬 You and Leon manage to catch up on set while [REDACTED] is otherwise occupied shooting said horror scenes. You tease him about a few infomercials you saw when looking up his actor reel, and Leon teases you back about your unlucky streak of being a tree or a rock in every play the theater program put on when y’all were younger. Laughs even harder once he finds out your most prominent roles until then were “unnamed zombie #5 at the bottom of the pile” and “sleeping train passenger.”

🎬 Try as he might, [REDACTED] doesn’t convince Elanor to change up a few crucial parts of the script for his benefit. His offhand threats of leaving the production fall on deaf ears, as she is all too happy to do re-shoots to make Teo the lead. His innocent hints to you about the shoddy script fly over your head for some reason! You love how it's turning out, what does he mean?

🎬 Super shy Teo prefaces and warns his co-stars before acting in every scene of his character being excessively flirty. Most of the actors have worked with him at some point or another beforehand, so they let him go through his routine without issue. Some crew members love the whiplash of him switching between overly courteous and smarmy, others vastly prefer the flirty character and mourn the loss as production comes to a close.

The Build Up

📺 The higher ups pressure Violet to start a short-lived streaming career to boost interest, since she’s hopeless with plants. She amasses a cult following for her MMO reviews, blind raids on new patches, and her wild ride of a Minecraft playthrough. In the end she winds up preferring to play games off stream, but once in a blue moon she’ll do a first time raid stream so her more dedicated fans can join and watch her alliance get wiped. Creative trolling is highly encouraged.

📺 Teo, Jae, and Leon appear on a late night TV show for promotion. It was meant to be for Teo and [REDACTED] at first. (Where’s the leading lover? [REDACTED] refused all promo appearances or sit downs without you being involved in them.) The host plays a clip that Teo’s particularly embarrassed about, and he hides his face in shame when the crowd hoots and hollers praise about his portrayal.

📺 [REDACTED] comes across as doting and overprotective of you once you’re pushed into the spotlight of celebrity, and shows increasingly concerning behaviors as the premiere looms closer. Depending on your response, they’ll back off to a point or dial it up. Interviewers and consumers mistake it as the eccentric actor’s “method acting” so the red flags just slide right past.

📺 Elanor and Conan guest star in a podcast for off-the-cuff romance enthusiasts. Their strangely cagey and joking comments like “there were so many retakes we couldn’t keep track of what was meant to be the actors messing around or part of the final cuts,” and “we’ve actually sent all the reviewers 1 of 14 versions with completely different endings,” leave listeners all the more curious to see the film.

The Climax

🎉 Reception is huge, in good ways for most. The majority of the cast see a surge in popularity if they didn’t already from the hype. 

🎉 Teo bemoans his endless offerings for sarcastic pretty boy jobs, Leon makes enough to get picky about his roles (and pay Teo back), Jae somehow cons a studio into an action film starring Maple—and subsequently adopts every single one of her stunt doubles. 

🎉 Moth throws the agency away to start adapting anime and manga themselves. Elanor finally feels validated enough to bring one of her romantic screenplays to the big screen, starring her sister Kiara and a very enthusiastic Violet as the leading couple. 

🎉 Conan’s studio is overloaded with scripts, and Alice runs out of scented stickers that much quicker. They are severely backlogged send help.

🎉 One determined conspiracy theorist sets out to prove those missing 13 versions of the ending are real, based on minor cuts and inconsistencies purposefully left in the public release.

The End, Roll Credits

choose your own ending

Bad End 💔 - A Falling Star

💔 If you respond negatively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor during shoots and promo: he plays the waiting game, uses his connections and blackmail to make sure all your roles without his name attached don’t garner nearly as much attention as the ones where you’re co-stars.

💔 Your negotiating power quickly plummets as you fall out of demand and end up begging just for the non-speaking roles you once loathed.

💔 The careers of anyone you got close to on set fall apart much faster than yours, before they’re outright blacklisted in the industry.

💔 You begrudgingly call up your last option. He can’t do much for your friends, but their offer to help you make a comeback is always open.

Neutral End 💌 - Just One More Try

💌 If you respond indifferently to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: the drama leads to you getting more offers, though a handful are for playing opposite of [REDACTED], as the on-screen chemistry was too much for studios to ignore for cash grabs.

💌 Elanor has rid herself of the drama’s subsequent rights, despite positive reception, so a sequel sprouts up in the works at a different studio. One that doesn’t mind catering to the whims of their actors when it comes to script integrity.

💌 You arrive on the set to find that not just one, but all of your cast mates except for them were written to have much smaller parts in the sequel. In fact, you rarely find a scene in the revised script where [REDACTED] isn’t alongside you.

💌 Sadly the contract is air tight, just put up with it until it’s over… What’s this clause about further sequels?

Good End 💍 - Off Into the Sunset

💍 If you respond positively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: you’ll sadly announce at the post premiere press conference that acting was a one-and-done adventure for you. Retired effective immediately, no farewell interviews.

💍 You’re spotted around town for a few weeks in a mask with a tall, darkly dressed companion at your side before you disappear from the public eye and Corland Bay all together.

💍 A few of your friends at least have an idea of where you are, and they meet up with you whenever you're in a nearby city. None of them can recognize the man glued to your side, though. Not that he'd say anything to clue them in.

💍 After months of near inactivity, [REDACTED] mysteriously deletes their socials without a word, sparking confusion and outrage among hardcore fans still desperately hoping for a sequel.

[geoxstxrs]

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❤︎ 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 ❤︎ ꜰʟᴜꜱᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇᴜᴍ This is puuure fluff <3 260 words You and Violet were walking through the maze of rooms in the Victoria and Albert museum, pointing out interesting works of art and fun ornaments every now and then. You were enjoying your time with your boyfriend but... You were getting a little bored of all the old stuff. With a small private smile, you decided to entertain yourself.

'Hey, Gregory.' You waited for his reaction, he had wandered off to stick his nose as close as the museum security would let him to a charcoal sketch. He turned, curious. 'Yeah?' 'I got a new perfume, did you notice?' A look of guilt washed liver his features, it almost made you regret your trick. Almost. 'Yeah come smell it, see if you like it.' He hurried over, his long coat swishing in his wake. You angled your face up, seemingly to give him space. Gregory leaned in, close, right where you wanted him, and inhaled. Before he had the time to even look confused because you were wearing your usual perfume, you enacted your trick: quickly, you dipped your head down and pressed a kiss to his forehead — well, partly to his hair, partly to his forehead. He reeled away, blushing so hard he almost blended in with the red of a depiction of The Great Fire Of London. 'What? Why? Huh?' He stuttered as you laughed, trying to stay quiet to still be respectful of the museum space. 'You're so red sweetheart!' You wheezed, wrapping an arm around him for a half-hug. 'Cause you keep teasing me!' He wailed.

@velleitxs, @violetscharcoal, @ellebasy-sabrinaa

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

It had been so long since Qingheng-jun had last seen his younger son that, upon meeting him again, he was filled with an unfortunate thought: he couldn’t recognize Wangji as anything more than an unknown Lan disciple.

Well. Perhaps that was not true. Wangji looked like Xichen, and Qingheng-jun had had to interact with his heir in more recent times. But if not for those moments, he would not be able to recognize either.

This did not particularly bother him. He knew his lot in life, the consequences of what he and Xiuqin had done. His sons were strangers to him; this was simply a fact.

However, though he didn’t know them, he had believed he understood his brother and the way the boys would be raised. From what he remembered of Wangji, the only behavior issue he ever had was refusing to sleep in his own bed at night without Xichen there to lull him to rest.

(Distantly, Qingheng-jun recalled that Qiren had told him of other broken rules after that incident, things that Qiren had deemed important enough to inform him of. The details were hazy now.)

Beheading sect heirs—beheading anyone, really—was not something he had believed Wangji capable of. His sons were well-behaved and had never had an emergency bad enough to warrant Qingheng-jun’s attention since the moment they were born.

As such, when a disciple disrupted his seclusion claiming that Qiren needed to see him urgently, Qingheng-jun had said no. When it was explained to him it was an issue with one of his sons, he’d attempted to dismiss the boy. Finally, when Xichen ran up—and yes, he had run, wearing robes flecked in blood, fear and confusion in his eyes—Qingheng-jun had agreed to come.

Now he understood. And looking at Wangji, kneeling nonchalantly while elders and disciples ran about in a panic, no remorse in his eyes, his clothing and skin still bloody from beheading Wen Chao in a room full of guest disciples—Qingheng-jun sighed.

He supposed they should have expected this. Wangji had always been Xiuqin’s boy, after all.

Wangji turned his cold gaze onto Qingheng-jun then.

Yes, Qingheng-jun thought, well familiar with the hatred he saw there. Just like her.

[textmel8r]

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[moraxsthrone]

ever since kaeya's new skin got leaked i haven't been able to stop thinking about getting drunk w him while braiding each other's hair and painting each other's nails. don't tell me kaeya doesn't have a hair pulling kink bc if you pull on that braid while he's slamming into you, he has to bite your shoulder to keep from nutting, making you whine in pain as that breathy moan of his heats up your skin that's now wet with his drool.

[wynnyfryd]

“Gonna call you a cicada when I make you scream all night,” Eddie murmurs against Steve’s jaw.

Steve pulls back, a judgy little look on his judgy little face. “That was a lot more smooth in your head, wasn’t it?”

“…Yes, it was.”

“You know cicadas don’t even call all night, right? It’s only at dusk—”

“Okay, you can shut up and go back to making out with me now, thank you.”

[fidothefinch]

“Hmm, too long.” The tech, Lisa, pinched the bulging satin at the back of Cass’s heel. “See this? It means the heel will slip off when you go up en pointe. I have something else though. . . “

Cass nodded, heart fluttering with nerves-excitement. While Lisa turned back to the wall of shelving, she slipped the pointe shoes off and packed them back up with reverence.

Bruce watched silently from another chair, learning just as much today as Cass was.

Lisa returned with three new boxes in tow. “Try these,” she said, passing one of them over. “They’re shorter, and the box is more tapered, so you’re less likely to sink into them when you go up.”

Cass opened the next box and adjusted her toe pad before pulling on the next pointe shoe. The slightly rough canvas on the inside gripped the tights-sock they had given her, and the tough frame of the “box” hugged the knuckles where her toes met her feet. She sat back, letting Lisa check, and with a nod of approval she stood.

It was odd, standing in pointe shoes. The bottoms were slightly beveled, making her ankles and feet work harder to keep balance.

“How does it feel?” Lisa asked.

“Good?” Cass shrugged, not looking up from her feet. Her toes barely touched the end of the shoe. Was that right?

“Okay.” Lisa seemed to study her feet a moment longer, before nodding to herself. “Step up, parallel.”

Cass followed her to the small barre and mirror at the end of the fitting room. Gently, she stepped up one foot, letting her weight fall down into her toes, then repeated with the other foot. It was a new sensation, but the box helped support her weight.

“Hmm,” Lisa said. “You’ve got a pretty high arch.”

Cass nodded. “Banana feet,” she offered. It’s what her ballet teacher had told her.

“The shank,” Lisa said, kneeling next to Cass and tapping the bottoms of her feet, “acts as extra support for the feet. This shoe has a flexible shank, which is what schools usually like for beginners. You may benefit from the support a harder shank can give.”

Cass nodded solemnly.

Bruce made a small sound, and Cass darted her eyes toward him in the mirror. “Something wrong?” she asked, suddenly concerned. She lowered her heels, and the pressure released off her toes was such an odd sensation.

Bruce shook his head quickly. “No.” His head tilted to the side, and his body language shifted to soft-love-proud. “You’re a ballerina,” he said.

Cass beamed. She stepped up again, finding her balance and lifting her arms up above her head. She had watched dancers on stage with awe. They were graceful, lighter than air, stronger than steel. Confident in every movement and gesture; the smallest details performed with intention.  Beautiful movement.

And she glowed, as she saw it in all herself.

[cranberrymoons]

howdy sailor

prompt: closet (discord drabble)

Steve’s laying on the couch, half-heartedly watching some episode of some show he’s seen something like a hundred times at this point, which he’s only really half paying attention to, when his phone chimes. He glances down, tabs over to the app.

howdy sailor

He smiles. The photo of him in his Halloween costume from a couple years ago, which Robin had all but forced him to include on his profile.

I think it’s actually supposed to be “ahoy” 

The bubble of the guy's reply appears, then disappears, then reappears, then:

hi ahoy, i’m eddie

Steve laughs in spite of himself, sitting up straighter on the couch.

I'm Steve

He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip as he stares at the screen, waiting for the response. It doesn't come right away, and he flips over to the guy's profile, swiping through his photos. He's good looking and tall, with dark hair and dark clothes and dark painted nails and a dark pair of boots that he's wearing in every photo except one, in which he's standing on a beach in a tiny... tiny pair of bright red shorts.

Steve stares, opens the photo, zooms in... He gets another message and flips back over to the conversation, and –

sailor steve, please lie and tell me you're wearing that costume right now

Steve raises his eyebrows. He probably still has it somewhere, but –

Only if you lie and tell me you're wearing the swim shorts

There's a brief pause, then,

deal. want to meet on the high seas for a drink, i'll bring the life preservers?

Steve smiles to himself, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he considers. He glances back up at the TV, then at the time on his phone. It's only 6 o clock. It's not like he's got anything better going on tonight. Maybe just one?

Yes to a drink... but let's start off on land first before we set sail?

It's – is it too cheesy? It's definitely too cheesy.

He almost deletes it, then he glances back up at the start of their conversation, which literally began with a dad joke, and – he hits send.

—

An hour later, he's in a bar listening to the hottest man he's ever seen talk passionately about... dragons? Elves?

Something, something, he has no idea, but – he might have to dig that costume out of the back of his closet after all.

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