#oops short starter

[cookieofearthbread]

@milk-and-trickery (Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk)

Pure Vanilla wasn't sure what was exactly was wrong as everything around him seems to be normal however he couldn't help but feel anxious about something as if there was something wrong or something bad was going to happen.

....Maybe he was just being paranoid and he was used to things going wrong that his mind simply expected trouble no matter what... Even when everything was perfectly fine and there was nothing wrong.

The calm before the storm as one puts it. After all, it was quiet......

Too quiet...

That's when it finally clicked for him; it was too quiet considering there should be a party ongoing with the fairies... Yet he couldn't hear anything... Not a slightest sound which prompted in the healer leaving the area he was in and head towards the direction of the party....

He still couldn't hear anything even when he got closer and closer to the location of the party and when he did arrive; he didn't see a a single soul in sight.

Where is everyone?

"Hello?" He called out, trying to hide the anxiety laced in his voice, whilst looking around.

[heartintact]

✧ closed starter for the one and only @thursdaygrl.

From an outsider’s perspective, the image had to be cheerful, celebratory, even. The table was adorned by a good number of empty glasses and a few half-full ones, and laughter had bloomed easily while listening to anecdotes about how hard it’d been to secure the rights to the script that, today, had officially been green-lit. It was thrilling to get to see how it worked from the inside; however, Sylvia couldn’t trick herself into thinking there wasn’t a massive element of performativity to it all; she had spent the night trying to fight the urge to roll her eyes at River’s comments, barely avoiding scoffing whenever they said something that stole their boss’ attention. The blonde had managed to be pleasant and entertaining, or that’s what she wanted to believe—doing her best to earn a future invitation again; yet, her true nature only shone unrestrictedly once Vivianne said her goodbye, promising to keep the tab open under the company’s card because it’d just been that kind of day. The smile on her face didn't drop; it just turned sharper. “So, is that your go-to strategy? Suckin’ up to her during drinks and hope that’d win her over?” It was a textbook moment of a pot calling the kettle black, but Sylvia didn’t care about it. Giving a shit about coherency in her accusations was the kind of thing she could’ve done three drinks ago. “That’s kinda basic, River. Thought you’d be a better contender than that.”

[existentialflirt]

Matt had let Yumie spend the night in his bed while he'd taken the couch. He hadn't slept well, and that was only partially from the faint worry about letting someone that had tried to kill him sleep in his home. Not that it was unusual. If he had to consider it, entirely too many people in his life have tried to kill him. Yumie's motivation had certainly been novel, though.

He woke up early to do yoga and turn on his electric kettle. Matt obviously didn't know what, if anything, she took for breakfast. Heating up water was a safe bet for flexibility. He heard her body start to rouse, and tilted his head curiously as he listened while moving through his kitchen.

Yumie's heart rate increased in a way that he usually associated with anxiety and she began to talk to herself. Her voice sounded strange, and he vaguely remembered her warning him that she might not be the same in the morning.

"Good morning," Matt greeted her quietly when she moved into the living room, smiling in what he hoped was a re-assuring way. "I'd say I told you so about that nightcap but as a general rule, I try not to annoy someone that sleeps with a sword."

starter for @formaberserkir

[haresvoid]

'KASAEN QUESTIONED NOT THE WHIMS OF THE GREAT EYE. The task sent on, spoken through the means of the Princes Daedra rather than the ENTITY ITSELF felt like finding an invisible x marked spot (BUT NOTHING WAS EVER STRAIGHT FORWARD // SHE WAS CERTAIN THAT FACTOR WAS FOR BRIEFEST AMUSEMENTS). Inevitability brought her to where and what was sought, and a rip through the planes opened.

'THE REALM WAS BARREN, DRY, AND HOT. Nothing akin to the moist cool air of Apocrypha, or the tundra of Skyrim where she grew (SOMEHOW MORE LONELY). Her experience, her readings could not put finger to WHERE she was-- - it had factors of other Daedric Prince realms, but not QUITE. Perhaps it was a spot undocumented within the Deadlands, or the Ashpits perhaps? Regardless, surely it was an object Hermaeus Mora sought in these planes, some lost tome of knowledge or scrap sheet of secrets (AND THATS ALL SHE HAD TO FIND). What she hadn't anticipated was an individual-- - eyes scanned, accustomed to Daedra of all various shapes and sizes but she fit none.... much like this realm. “&– - What manner of place is this?” The question, SIMPLE SEEMING, was multifaceted (IT WOULD LET HER GAUGE HOW TO PROCEED). Whether the information would be gained, or she would be attacked. Whether the individual would TOY AND SNEER, or FLEE PERHAPS? Waiting, avid and aware // @infernaliscor liked for a Kasaen starter !

[wallcrawlparker]

feels delivery for @imjustthemechanic

It was just a small ping, nothing more. Just a tiny little glimpse of normalcy that shouldn't be there, and it probably meant nothing at all. He should really just shrug it off, grab himself a drink and call it a night early...

But he can't because this little ping had awoken a fire of hope inside Peter's chest, a temporary connection to his deceased mentor's servers that should not have been possible. He'd tried everything in the first months after Tony had been gone, desperate to find some proof that it was all just a fucked up nightmare... but even EDITH couldn't find any connections. Of course, it made sense. He was dead.

But when this split second connection reached him on that fateful friday evening, he couldn't let it go. He spent the whole night trying to get precise coordinates and when he did find them, he ran to his piece of shit pizza delivery car and drove. Hours. He didn't care if this was all for nothing because for the first time in a long time he knew what he was doing. He had hope and a goal.

...

Finding a literal cottage with obvious Stark tech installed was not what he had expected. His logical brain tried to believe this was likely just Pepper's safe house or something but.... then he caught a glimpse of Tony Stark himself, alive, and the young vigilante just fell to his knees. Tears streaming down his cheeks, mouth half open in shock, just... kneeling in the man's driveway.

[vigilantdesert]

Fuck it, Tribal Business Starter Call

[spidersins]

❛ so, when am i gonna get ya film you doin' scare-eoke? 'cause i'm waiting. ❜

[besana]

engineered ;

@bexeve

sana chews her lip, looking at her pc. it blinks back at her in its swirl of rainbow lights, taunting her with how functional it is. she looks back at her bed, where her phone sits face-up, unlocked to a specific text conversation. the last text is from yesterday morning, sent by sana, because of course it is.

( to: eve ❣️ ) → the show was amazing, great job! it was great to see you 😊

she groans aloud, flopping into her desk chair and covering her eyes as the motion sets the chair spinning gently. there's a small mew from the door, and sana peeks between her fingers to see cowboy, her tuxedo cat, strutting into the room like he owns the place. which, to be fair, he may as well.

an idea strikes. she'll have to be careful, keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't try to eat anything -- the last thing she wants is for her baby to get hurt, after all. but it is promising...

"cowboy!" she calls, reaching down to grab his favorite wand toy from the ground nearby. she waves it in front of the underside of the desk tauntingly, watching as his eyes lock on to the motion. bingo. "come on, just go under the desk. i know you wanna tug all my cords out, don't you? yes, don't you?" she coos at him, grinning as he settles into a ready position. she holds her breath as his butt wiggles back and forth once, twice, and he pounces.

cowboy isn't a small cat. he was, once, but sana will admit he's getting a little pudgy. she moves the string out of the way, letting him go sailing by to land under the desk, where he pounces on the cords to the pc instead, tugging several of them free and causing the lights to flicker off.

while he looks around, curious and delighted to be in a place sana rarely allows him, she quickly picks up her phone and snaps a picture. before she does anything else, she reaches in to grab cowboy and tucks him into the crook of her arm, cooing softly. "ope, okay, don't want you getting the wrong idea. you're still not allowed in there, i don't want you electrocuting yourself. you did your job, though, good kitty!"

turning back around, she lets him down on the bed and sends the picture to eve, along with a text.

( to: eve ❣️ ) → [image attached] → my cat got under my desk 😭 idk what exactly he did, but help please? 🥺

[purpleknighty]

Do I Wanna Know?

Pairing: Agent!Haerin x Agent!Fem!Reader

Summary: Now a rouge spy, fleeing from the old agency you once worked for, you find yourself at a familiar doorstep you never thought you’d see again.

Warnings/tags: violence, mentions of blood and injuries, small angst, enemies to lovers(?), reader and haerin are off and on, heavy emphasis on communication, misunderstandings(?), tell me if I missed anything else

Tonight has been shit, nothing has worked out in your favor, everything keeps getting worse and worse.

At first, you assumed it was very badly timed coincidences. You walk into a bar for starters, college students being the loudest customers there. 20 minutes into enjoying your drink, a suspicious group of men walk in, eyeing you up and down.

They whisper among each other, stealing glances at your seated frame, but you feel their eyes on the back of your head.

You keep calm, waiting to see who makes the first move. The men do, and as they itch closer, you realize they look like agents that you use to work with.

Fuck that.

You pay for the two drinks you had, a gin tonic and a strawberry sunset, bolting out the doors with the group falling after you.

It becomes an annoying game of cat and mouse, the racing after your car, the unnecessary shooting, the rookie mistakes they keep making, it was all just headache inducing.

That same group purposely took a different route to corner you, five guys in black suits coming out to bring you back to headquarters.

You denied their request upon getting out the car, not caring about how wanted you are within the agency, how much of a target is on your back or how much money the higher uppers are offering these stupid rookies to bring you back.

You could give two shits about it.

Your refusal results in an all-out-brawl, which was very unfair in your case, five guys all jumping one person? Now that’s just plain dirty. You win through experience but you don’t leave the battlefield unscathed, one of those bastard had slashed you with his knife, adding another wound that needs to heal.

At this point, wounded, bleeding and tired and the clock passing midnight. It was best to go home and clean up before resting.

But somehow, your body goes on autopilot. Foot pressing on the gas, hands turning the steering wheel into a familiar place, onto a familiar road and oops, now you’re standing at a familiar doorstep.

This is a bad idea. You should turn back around. It’s all the blood loss getting to your head.

Despite the voices telling you to not follow through, you do it anyways. Knocking with your free hand as the other presses a flimsy cloth over your cut to stop the bleeding.

You wait a few seconds before doing it again, ignoring how slowly you’re starting to become dizzy and lightheaded. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.

Passing out in front of your enemy’s(?) doorstep isn’t a good look on you or anyone.

As you’re about to give up, grumbling curses under your breath, the door opens. A set of cat eyes stare through the cracked door, suspicious but upon seeing your silhouette, the door flys open.

There, she stands in all her sleepy glory. Hair slightly disheveled, sleep shorts with a tank top on adores her body and cat eyes that still make your heart flutter and chest tighten.

Yup, it’s definitely the blood loss now.

“What happened?” She breaks the silence, dark eyes sinking in your injured frame. White shirt now stained red from your blood and others, dark jeans covered in dirt from all the times you were thrown into the ground of that god-awful alleyway.

A dry chuckle leaves your lips, causing you to cough up. “You know,” A half-smile finds its way onto your face. “Being hunted all night, the fun stuff.”

Haerin huffs, making sure the coast is clear by looking down her hallway. Seeing no one but you and her awake at this hour, she gently pulls you in.

“Let’s..” She pauses, eyes lingering on you. “Let’s get you cleaned up so you can get out of my house.”

Wow, such a friendly welcoming.

You hiss at the pain, hands gripping the armrest at your sides. You can never get use to this, snitches. No matter how many wounds you have received as your time as an agent, you will never get use to getting snitches.

Your head falls back to lay on the headrest of the office chair, a sigh of relief can be heard, aware this painful procedure is done and over with.

“How did this happen?” Haerin speaks softly, fingertip lightly circling and messaging around the wound as to not hurt you.

You ignore the groan that threatens to spill from your throat, ignoring the feeling of desire everytime you look at Haerin.

You know you can’t have her but that’s what keeps pulling you in, what keeps making you come back.

You run a hand through your hair, utterly exhausted. “Rookie agents were sent after me. Found my ass in a bar downtown.”

You watch Haerin’s brows frown, almost like she’s lost in thought before collecting herself and standing up from her kneeling position.

“Why are you here? You are a target, coming here makes me an enemy as well, you know?” The cat-eyed girl looks back over her shoulder, only to shake her head at seeing you once again, this time bruised and wounded.

“I work for the same agency that’s after you, Y/n. A hefty amount of money is being offered to whoever can successfully bring you back, dead or alive.”

The raven haired traces her pointer finger over the barrel of your pistol that lays unsupervised on her desk, petite fingers are quick to grab the gun, now your own weapon is being pointed at you.

“I could kill you right now. You’re tired, open, and vulnerable. I could end this nuisance and bring you back to headquarters myself.”

She’s right, Haerin could kill you right now and you wouldn’t have the energy to fight back. Your knife is too on her desk but she stands right next to it which puts you at an disadvantage, and she knows you have a big slash on the side of your stomach, another disadvantage to you.

Your life on the line, the barrel to your gun in point blank range to your face, you should be scared.. but you’re not.

You can’t stop thinking about how the moonlight makes Haerin the most beautiful woman alive, even more than she already is. Cat eyes that keep you hooked, a smile or grin or smirk that makes you weak in the knees, or a laugh that makes you wish things were different.

You wished you and Haerin met under different circumstances.

Maybe then things could’ve worked out better between you two.

“Then kill me. You have the opportunity, Haerin. Take it.”

She sighs, arms dropping, a small smile graces her pretty lips.

“You’re so stupid, dingus.”

God, you love when she calls you that.

Miss it even.

A dorky smile breaks out before you can stop it, eyes filled with so much emotion for the cat-eyed woman. You just hope the dimmed moonlight doesn’t expose too much.

Then a harsh jolt of pain flashes up your spine from a simple gesture, reminding you of the real reason why you’re here, why you’re sitting in Haerin’s apartment to begin with.

It ruins the mood greatly.

You go to stand up, abruptly becoming lightheaded and close to losing your balance. Haerin’s eyes widen in worry, rushing to your side as you try to re-focus your vision.

“Sorry,” You murmur, seeing the slight mess you made. “Stood up too quickly.” Haerin frowns, eyes glancing up to your face then back down to your cut.

She bites her lip before speaking, “Stay.” She says it so softly that it scratches your brain in a way that just feels right. “You’re injured.. stay for the night.”

She shyly finishes, not sure if her hands on your arms are there to keep you or her steady, you don’t mind the warmth though.

The request feels tempting, is this how Eve felt when the snake whispered for her to eat the forbidden fruit?

Inner conflict arose, your heart tells you to do it, take her up on her offer. Once in a lifetime opportunity, but your mind says no. It’ll feel good in the moment, but will it help you in the long run?

Haerin is already breaking protocols, giving aid to someone the higher ups deem to be an enemy. If they catch wind of this.. Haerin might be outcasted, thrown out of the agency and ending up in the same situation you’re in.

A wanted agent, a criminal who’s on the run from an organization that’s wants you dead.

Yeah, this was a bad idea after all.

You forcefully have to pull yourself away Haerin’s grasp, choosing to ignore the look of disappointment that comes across her face.

“Where you going?” She breaks the silence, voice quiet, watching your back muscles flex as you reach out for your ruined shirt.

“Leaving.”

Cat eyes stare daggers into you, brows now stuck in a permanent frown.

“Why? I said you can stay for the night.” The feeling of annoyance seeps into your veins, wondering why Haerin’s starting this now.

“No reason. I’m just getting myself out of your hair.”

She stops you from grabbing your gun, the small puddle of annoyance expanding from the action. A sigh of frustration slips pass your lips, running a hand through your hair.

“Haerin.”

“Stay, Y/n. You’re injured.”

“That hasn’t stopped me before.”

“Well, I’m stopping you now.”

Your eye twitches, why won’t she let you leave? She’s let you walked out on multiple occasions, but why now? Why stop you now?

You scoff, now isn’t the time for your emotions to get in the way. You shove past her, grabbing what belongs to you from her desk and making your way through her bedroom door.

But Haerin isn’t one to give up easily (one of many traits that you love about her) and forcefully grabs onto your forearm, halting you for putting your shoes on.

“Haerin- I swear to god—“ But you stop upon looking back at her. Now there’s a clear look of sadness, dark brown eyes are slightly teary and her grip tightens on your skin.

She looks so small and fragile, so vulnerable and soft. Even through your shoving and pushing, Haerin has always been gentle and patient.

Never one to swear, even when upset or angry. Always polite and quiet.

You still can’t fathom why she chose to become an agent with her shy and timid demeanor.

“Please..”

Her voice cracks, trying to push back the sniffles and tears that threaten to fall.

“Stay.. please..”

Her pleads and begs get muffled and drowned out by your lips. Her broken voice echoing through the empty walls of her apartment, almost as if it’s haunting and taunting your very existence.

Your hand finds way to the back of her head, burying itself in her silky locks. The other placed on her waist to pull her closer, needing her scent to linger on your skin.

This kiss feels different, like there’s a hidden message behind it. A message Haerin can’t express with words but can convey with body language.

You pull back when oxygen becomes a problem, your warm breath fanning over her lips and your heat engulfing her into a comforting embrace.

“I’ve missed you..” She whispers, finally spilling. Her palms rest above your chest before scrunching the ruined fabric in her grasp.

“I’ve been worried after everything happened.. I got even more worried when Headquarter started sending agents after you..”

She pauses, observing you quietly as she continues to talk.

It’s one of those rare moments when Haerin talks and never stops.

“Was it really that bad?”

You shrug, not wanting to think about how chaotic your life has been since and focus more on the woman in your arms.

“I broke protocol, and I mean a bunch of them too when I was working. The higher ups have always been strict about their rules.”

She nuzzles into your neck, the act resembling a cat. Your heart speeds up, pumping and butterflies forming.

“You went MIA for months..” You crack a small smile at her voice.

“Had to keep a low profile. Didn’t wanna die so early into my retirement.”

You go to move, which prompts the brunette to cling on to you tighter. God, she’s gonna be the death of you.

“Relax, kitty.” You press a reassuring kiss to her temple, the brief smell of her shampoo easily evaporates any worries you might’ve had for the night.

“Just going to take my shoes off, I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiles into your neck, looking up at you through her lashes, cat eyes instantly turning you smitten. A faint blush creeps over her cheeks and up to the tips of her ears.

Attractive, ethereal, magnificent, beautiful.

Kang Haerin makes you feel alive.

You let your emotions win once again that night, choosing to bask in what it would feel like to fall in love with Haerin without death knocking at your front door.

And honestly.. now you don’t wanna know.

[seeking-the-lost-and-the-found]

OPEN RP STARTER: 'Spilled blood. Oops, sorry, boss.'

You were running from a monster. It was never safe for demigods to be out in the world.

Then a loud slash was heard. You saw a black haired girl and a short ginger haired girl standing a few feet ahead of you where the monster lay.

"Mission accomplished." The taller girl said.

"Uh...Astrid?" The ginger said, pointing towards you.

Taglist

@timesworse-nightmare

[klaissance]

Do you have any dad klance headcannons?

Thank you so much for asking dear sweet asker I appreciate you so much. I actually,,, lowkey don't? Dad!Klance is not something I think about that much, I think bc as a teenage girl in my 20s I am not in a parent/family space that often BUT FOR YOU IMMA TRY HERE WE GO:

for starters I think they're really good at it let's get that straight from the jump

Lance always wanted to be a parent I think--comes from a big family, has watched his siblings become parents, is obsessed with his cool uncle status, has always seen parenthood ahead as something to look forward to

Keith is the opposite, never in a million bazillion years thought that was in the cards for him

he's gay so that came with its own list of things to be worried about that would be difficult in terms of, like, acquiring a child, plus he just sort of had a shitty time as a kid, has a funny relationship with the words "parent" and "dad" and hasn't had the time to hash that out with a therapist because he's been in space

really truly Keith is a feral desert child and when presented with the thought of turning a small being into an adult suitable for society his brain shorts out

...until they get together

actually, both of them flip on this while they're in space OKAY NOW WE'RE COOKING

Lance, my poor sweet darling prince, is a little less sold on children. He grows up hard and fast and violent in the intergalactic war they're thrust into, sees terrible things happen to good people all over the place, sees kids left parentless and parents lose a child, sees himself nearly die more times than he can count (oop that one time he did die lol), and suddenly the idea of kids in the future isn't tinted golden and sparkling with the memories of his childhood. He's an adult and anything could happen and it's terrifying and hard and he knows he loves what he does--loves helping people, loves interacting with children, wants to teach or something later for sure maybe--but the actual parenting is soured by the thought of his mom back home thinking her son is dead and not even having the closure of a burial or anything. He learns that nothing is certain in the way he used to think it was, and stops expecting specific things for his future

Klance gets together [how?? girls idk any infinite number of ways that is every post I'll ever make until the end of time but not this one--trust though it was juicy] and they stay together while they're fighting the space war, and slowly and then all at once Keith "Lone Wolf" "Not A Family Man" "Feral Desert Orphan" "Kids What Are Those" Kogane is, like,,,, thinking about his life and his future beyond like,,, the next hour,,, and is imagining kids in the picture??? trust it shocks him too

This actually is a version of their relationship that I really like thinking about! Lance pivots on all of his hopes and dreams that he'd had all his life about certain milestones for things--marriage, kids, the white picket fence and all that jazz--and throws it all out the window. Because piloting magical sentient lions in a space war is fucking crazy and life is nothing like what he thought and what is important to him reshapes; it isn't the milestones it is the feelings they represent, the security and companionship he is seeking, the fulfillment he can find from interacting with others in different ways. Keith is the opposite; he never thought any of the milestones were important because he assumed they were for other, non-broken people. People--not him--who could have nice things like spouses and houses and children to raise in their image or whatever. And to make a long and introspective story short he gets to hold Lance's hand and suddenly all of those nice things are back on the table and he gets to want them and finds out that he does

I guess this is where it gets fuzzy for me I've seen some things where they space adopt and that's really fun and fresh

Or they wait until they get back to Earth after having the Cool Uncle Era with Lance's nieces and nephews which is my shit i love cool uncle klance

I do think I subscribe to them adopting older children out of the foster system as opposed to however infant adoption works

but any way you slice it Keith is So Pressed About Getting It Right he's reading books he's asking Shiro and then wanting to die because Shiro is So Cringe about his caretaking advice UGH

and Lance is back in a comfy phase about it now that they've decided to do it, regaling Keith when he freaks out with tales of times he and his siblings totally almost died or that crazy shit happened or that his parents did x y z totally sideways--his point being: and look how well it turned out anyway

the important thing is that when they do have children they love them more than anything and demonstrate a positive healthy relationship for them and they try to meet them where they are and also give them opportunities to grow and be happy and therefore it all works out perfect :)

Also as an added bonus here are some of my favorite depictions of dad!Klance for your perusal:

deerstalkerdeathfrisbee's True Love or Something ok these were like my earliest favorite fics ever when I tell you this raised me and reset my brain chemistry I am being so serious. They aren't dadding until later in the series [THIS ONE] but actually the whole thing is so excellent

that,,, actually is the only one coming to mind right now but people SOUND OFF IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE PLS <3 i will return to this post with more if i find any

I hope this was good for you obviously I just stream-of-conscious dumped into the text box but it was super fun to do, if anybody has any other prompting thoughts I would love to ideate more I just,,,, love thinking about them so much,,,, ok everybody have a great day!!

[nahoney22]

The Bad Batch

HC’s & One Shots

Masterlist & Navigation Link

All works created by Nahoney22 on The Bad Batch + Others

One Shots

Cadets of the Clone Wars

Birthday Surprise

Female Reader Works

Not Safe For Work

Cheeky Flashing***

Oops, My Bad ***

Soft Starters ***

Embracing the Curves (mild NSFW, plus size reader)

The Perfect Plan***

Dirty Whispers***

Safe for Work

Spooky Batchers 🎃

The Way You Make Me Feel (plus Rex)

That feeling - (can be read as GN)

First Kiss | First Kiss 2.0

First Hug

Caring for You - Endometriosis

Under the Mistletoe

500 Days of the Bad Batch 💋

Gender Neutral Works

Not Safe For Work

Catching Rays*** ☀️

The Safe Word***

Tattoos***

Safe For Work

Valentines Day

Falling For You

Dancing Shoes

Helmet Kisses (plus Rex, Fives and Howzer)

Piercings

Snow ❄️

Lost Something?

Strong Significant Other 💪 (plus Gregor and Rex)

Arguments and Reconciliation

Tall Significant Other

Short Significant Other

Out of Order (Jedi Reader)

No Way Home - Readers Death

Big Spoon, Little Spoon

Comforting Soulmates

Sleepy Shoulders

I Love You

Accidental Sleeping Arrangements

Male Reader Works

Safe For Work

Top Surgery Scars

Body Dysphoria (female to male trans reader)

[inboxinspirations]

30 Scenario Starters: Your Muse Is Cutting My Muses Hair

"Stop moving around so much."

"Oops, my hand slipped. I can fix that real quick."

"Are you sure you want it that short?"

"Don't complain if you don't like it. I told you I've never done this before."

"I think I'm getting the hang of this."

"Don't be a baby. It'll grow back."

"Oh no, I think I cut a chunk out of your hair. Don't worry, I'm sure no one will notice."

"Is this okay or do you want me to cut it shorter?"

"What do you think?"

"Don't give me that look. You asked for this."

"Do you want bangs or not?"

"I can give you a shave too while I'm at it."

"Are you sure you don't want to keep it long? I think it looks nice."

"How many inches would you like me to take off?"

"Don't move! I'm not quite finished creating my masterpiece."

"How short do you want it?"

"Uh oh, I might have accidentally gone a bit shorter than you wanted."

"You sure you don't want a buzz cut?"

"Hey, at least it can't get any worse, right?"

"Sorry, I will..get a band-aid for your ear."

"I told you I'd suck at this!"

"I promise not to give you a mullet or a bowl cut."

"I never claimed to be a hairdresser!"

"This is actually a good look for you."

"Don't rush me unless you want a buzz cut!"

"I think I've done a pretty good job. Do you like it?"

"I'm not sure if your hair is winning or losing this battle with my scissors."

"Are you positive you want me to cut it?"

"I'm not sure if this is a good idea. Me and sharp scissors don't mix very well."

"Now, if I mess this up, you can always wear a hat."

[viperwhispered]

The 'Anything Goes' Story

So, I was thinking of doing a fun little writing challenge thing, where basically

Y’all give me a prompt

I write a short bit according to that prompt

Y’all give me another prompt to continue the story with

I write the continuation to the previous part based on the new prompt

And so on so forth

Now I know my brand’s basically Jamil x reader, but feel free to throw whatever my way, as long as we're sticking to twst.

A serious LeoVil scene? I’ll make an attempt. Crack (taken seriously or not) Crewel x his furcoat? Sure I’ll give it a go. Just a day in the life of the prefect? Yeah I'll go for it.

Like, I can’t promise to do them well, especially with characters I'm less familiar with, but I will try to do something.

Especially with the prompts after the first one, you can totally take things into a totally new direction with genre, style or character suggestions.

Want me to turn the story into a soap opera? Sure. Horror story? I can try. Pepper in some angst (or humor) in the middle of whatever else is going on? I’m on it. Throw a surprise character (or even oc) my way? I’ll try to squeeze them in somehow.

Basically, this is giving you all free reign to throw curveballs my way and see what a beautiful mess story we’ll make together.

I would ask you to keep the prompts short, like a couple lines at most, since the individual story installments will ideally be about drabble length (unless I get carried away, oop). Something like character(s), scenario, tone / genre, or whatever y'all think would be fun to see.

For starters, I’ll pick the first prompt given as a reply / reblog to this post. For future installments, I’ll probably be posting the continuations at different times, giving folks on different timezones the chance to participate and give a prompt.

Also no two prompts in a row from the same person (if this somehow gets a lot of people onboard, I might increase the limit, but let’s start with that).

If for some reason I’m uncomfortable writing something in a particular prompt (or my head is fully empty), I might veto it and ask the person to modify their suggestion / make a new one. I would also like to keep this story sfw, tho I’m okay going suggestive / violent / dramatic with it.

The story installments

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Tag list

@colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist

@lex752 @perilous-pasta @twstgo

If you’re someone who would like to be tagged for this thing (or my writing in general), do let me know!

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Short, a demon ideal?

Okay this post has been on my mind for a while now. So shout-out to @wow-skylar and @spacehostilityy for putting the idea of Meliodas and Zeldris bullying Estarossa for his height and short being a demon ideal into my head. Now allow me to run wild with it. (Apparently this turned into a whole analysis oops)

I love this because it kinda feels like it'd be a "silly little idea", but it actually makes sense. For starters, let's talk about Meliodas and his own height. Throughout the manga/anime we repeatedly get Meliodas being mistaken for a kid and underestimated because of this and the fact that he is Tiny™

And how does Meliodas react to this? Well, it's Mel, so it's not like he's fazed by these kind of things. But! While we do get him, sometimes repeatedly, stating that he's not a kid (because obviously he's not), we don't really get him protesting about his height/size. Granted, we don't get nearly as much occasions with someone pointing out his size without calling him a kid or such, but let's look at the above scene with Simon. Meliodas isn't just unfazed, he seems surprised that Simon would even be surprised that the captain of the Seven Deadly Sins, the infamous strongest and cruelest order of knights, is someone of his size.

Which brings us to Diane's height. When Gowther reveals that Diane has been lying about her height, Meliodas is confused and doesn't get why it's a big deal actually being 30 rather than 29 feet. Now this is mostly played off like a "boys vs girls" thing, and could just be a Meliodas thing. But why would it be a Meliodas thing? Maybe because he's a demon rather than a giant/human. Like @somthing-lavender said in the original post, this could be the result of demons not actually caring about height.

Okay so - demons don't care about heights is actually something that (to me at least) makes a lot of sense when you think about it. We're shown time and time again that size doesn't matter to demons, it's not a requirement for strength or power. The first demon we meet (that we know is a demon when we do) is the Red Demon. And yeah, at first the red (and also gray) demons seem like these big powerful threats. But, let's face it, it's season 1. A lot of people seemed more powerful back then than in later seasons. And the red and gray demons' power levels lie around 1,000-3,000 - which we now know isn't that much. Something that season 2 (season 3 on Netflix) quickly proves.

Season 2 introduces us a lot more to the demon clan's power levels. Because that's when power levels in general are revealed, but also because we get the Ten Commandments and Meliodas with his power restored. As for the Ten Commandments, we get a first view at their power levels through Galand's, which is 26,000 (with his magic depleted). Now, yes, I'm aware that Galand is also a big demon, but let's make a little comparison, shall we?

According to the wiki, the red demons are 800cm (26'3") tall with a power level of 1,000-1,300 and Galand is 408cm (13'5") tall with a power level of 27,000. This means that while Galand is about half the size of a red demon his power level is still about 27 times bigger. And! Galand is the Commandment with the lowest power level, the others' ranging between 31,000 and 61,000. With the exception of Grayroad and Fraudrin (and Drole, but he's a giant and shouldn't be included in this anyway), the others are also a lot smaller than him.

What's my point with all of this? That, despite the title of this post, demons don't care about height. There isn't some "gotta be big and strong" thing going on among the demons. Because they can just as well be tiny and strong. I mean, before Meliodas' power is restored (when he only has about 10% of his power) his strength still lies at 960, which is slightly above Diane's (a literal giant) 950 in her human size.

The demon clan is just a lot more diverse in that way compared to other races, like humans and giants (who btw kinda must appear to be more or less all the same size to demons?). There are some demons that are really big and powerful like Galand and Fraudrin. But also really short and powerful demons like Meliodas and Zeldris. So, yeah, they don't put the same value in heights like humans do.

Of course ideals don't always have to do with what's actually best. So, let's leave the analysis of canon for a bit and look at the idea that originally inspired this post: short being seen as an ideal for demons.

Now I love the idea that Mel and Zel accidentally creates a beauty standard by being short. And, once again, I have to admit, it kinda makes sense. Because when it comes to beauty standards we tend to look towards celebrities, right? Successful and desirable people? And, I mean, Meliodas and Zeldris are literal princes. They're also both insanely powerful, both successfully led the Ten Commandments at different points, and Meliodas was widely looked at as the one most likely to be the next Demon King. It makes sense that other demons would look at them as being the "ideal demon". It's also not like it would change after the Holy War finally ended because these two short demons (together with their allies) killed the Demon King and Supreme Deity, beings who were seen as gods, and then became kings of Liones and the demon clan respectively. And, yup, still stupidly powerful.

Plus, you could have so much fun with this idea. Like, if being short is the ideal, how do the demons look at tall demons - yeah, he's hot but he's also tall - or big demons - overcompensating much?

I can just imagine the shit Estarossa would have to put up with from his brothers (for example, see post mentioned at the top and reblogs of it). And Galand! I Imagine he would also get bullied by the smaller (and younger) Ten Commandments members (dude even gets bigger when using his power oof). Meliodas and Zeldris probably wouldn't give it too much thought (besides bullying their brother because "why you so tall? you gotta be adopted"), except when it comes to one other thing. The Demon King.

I like the thought about these two having these inside jokes about their father in-between all the trauma and abuse. Like look at that ridiculous size of their father, now that's a demon who is overcompensating XD - Also, how would this ideal affect the rest of the demons' view on the Demon King. Imagine some demons secretly side-eyeing the DK. "Yeah, he's unimaginably powerful and I would never dare say anything, but he's not really attractive, is he?" And "look at that insanely huge and powerful god of the realm, what would he be without his size?"

Idk I'm just messing around at this point. Anyway! I had some Thoughts™ (apparently) :)

[windbreakes]

@shishitoren-vc, starter call —— ❝ my hair feels so weird now! ❞ he hasn't been able to stop himself from running his hands through the short strands all day. a haircut was sorely overdue, sure, but is he supposed to feel so much lighter after one? choji doesn't know! he grins up at his companion, rocking back and forth on his feet as his hand runs through his hair again—— oops! there he goes again. well, it's not like he'll stop himself. ❝ kame-chan, is it the same for you too? ❞