#pringles oc prompts

[can-of-pringles]

ok ok one more:

Mari and Peter take kid Rosie (you decide what age) to a town fair/carnival.

Thanks for the prompt!

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

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"Okay, now, remember to stay close to us while we're here." Marigold reminded her daughter as they walked to the entrance of the carnival.

Rosie lightly sighed but listened, holding onto both her parents' hands. "I won't run away!"

"We're only asking because we've never been here before, and it's a fairly big place. You could get lost easily." Peter added.

"You would find me if I got lost," she pointed out.

He pressed his lips into a fine line. "Okay, yeah, obviously, but we're not going to let that happen, right?"

Rosie shook her head. "No. Won't let it happen."

"Good." Marigold sighed in half exasperation at the conversation and relief. "Now I need to pay for these tickets."

The little girl cheered and started rambling about what she was going to do once they entered. Peter smiled and agreed, talking about some of the fast rides.

"But you are fast already?" She asked.

"Yeah, but sometimes it's nice to let the machines do the work, it's more of like a lazy river situation for me." He explained.

"Lazy river?"

"Mari, remind me to write down that we need to take Rosie to a water park,"

Already holding the tickets, she placed them in her purse, and raised an eyebrow at his request. "We're literally at the carnival right now and we're already planning another trip?"

"I didn't say that... I was just putting the idea out there. And besides, it could be like a bigger family trip." Peter shrugged.

"Just don't say D-I-S-N-E-Y while talking about trips right now." Marigold whispered.

Rosie furrowed her little eyebrows as she tried to decipher her mother's coded message. "Does it have to do with ducks?"

"Nope, and stop guessing. We should be going on all the rides, right?" Peter reminded.

Forgetting about the secret at the mention of rides, Rosie grinned and cheered. "Let's go!"

"Alright, we're going in. Please don't yank my arm off." Marigold chuckled at her excitement.

"Yeah, we're not made out of Legos," Peter added.

Rosie giggled and looked around at all the bright colorful lights and carnival music, widening her eyes at all the sights.

"It's beautiful!" She grinned.

"You know what's really beautiful? Look." Peter pointed at the decorated carousel horses.

Rosie gasped and started begging her parents to go on it first.

"And I thought you were afraid of horses?" Marigold teased lightly.

He scoffed. "Okay, one, I am not afraid of horses, I just value my life around unpredictable thousand-pound animals. And two, these are carnival horses that aren't real."

He grimaced at Rosie's slightly sad face. "Okay, they're not like real real... real outside of this place!"

She smiled and nodded, feeling assured. "Real in our minds!"

"Nice save," Marigold muttered.

They walked towards the carousel, Rosie choosing a white horse with purple ribbons in its mane. "This one!"

Peter picked her up and placed her gently on the saddle molded to the horse. "Wrap your hands around the pole here, and I'll also hold you so you don't lose balance."

Once she was situated, Rosie was losing her patience. "Let's ride!"

"Hold on, let me find a horse," Marigold replied as she got on a brown horse with red ribbons.

Realizing only she and her mother were riding, Rosie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"You're not riding?" She asked Peter.

"No, it's safer for me to stand next to you, y'know the balance thing. I'm fine, really, I don't need to ride."

He didn't need their carnival experience to be suddenly interrupted by Rosie somehow slipping. Was he being overly cautious? Probably. Did he care? Not really.

Marigold shot him a look, eyebrow slightly raised. He shrugged and she didn't pry anymore; rather him be too careful than not enough. However she felt about the situation at hand, Marigold appreciated the gentle and protective side of him.

"Okay... promise to really ride another ride next time," Rosie insisted.

"Of course."

The ride started and they began to slowly spin, the spinning reaching a good comfortable speed as they went around.

"Weee!" Rosie cheered.

Marigold chuckled. "Go horse! Go!"

"Needs a name!" The girl suggested.

"Hmm..." Her mother pondered. "This noble steed is sir Gallop." She spoke with a fake fancy voice.

"Yay! Sir Gallop and Princess Snow." Rosie grinned.

"Princess Snow, huh? It suits her," Peter commented, slightly leaning against another horse.

"She's the fastest horse here!" She bragged.

"Really? Is she faster than me?"

"Well, duh, she's a horse. She has more than two legs, so obviously she runs faster," Rosie spoke matter-of-factly.

Peter stammered as he thought of what to respond with and ended up scoffing.

Marigold quietly laughed to herself.

"I don't think horses work like that..." He frowned.

"Normal horses don't."

He sat there in silence until he shrugged and muttered an 'I guess'

The ride sped up, spinning faster. Rosie cheered and without thinking, raised her hands up in the air. Peter caught her as soon as she began to slip.

"You're alright, remember to hold on, okay?" He assured the surprised girl.

She quickly nodded and gripped the pole tighter.

Peter glanced at Marigold with a knowing look and she shook her head and sighed, realizing he had been right.

---

Marigold and Rosie walked around the carnival by themselves as Peter waited in line for one of the roller coasters. Rosie was too short to ride and couldn't be left by herself. Marigold didn't mind, she didn't like roller coasters much anyway.

"We're not going to go too far, but I know you don't want to wait around," Marigold said.

"Yeah, 'cause it's boring," Rosie spoke dramatically.

"So much like her father..." She thought.

"After he's done maybe we could get some food? How does popcorn and corn dogs sound?"

The girl's eyes lit up and she gasped at the mention of the tasty food. "Yes!"

Marigold chuckled at her enthusiasm. "I can't remember the last time I had a corn dog... I think it would be good with ranc—ow!" She exclaimed. "Rosie, why did you tug on my arm? It hurt..."

"Look!" She pointed at the face-painting booth across from the roller coaster.

"If you wanted my attention, you could've just spoken up."

Rosie frowned lightly. "I'm sorry, Mommy. Could I get my face painted?"

"Thank you for saying sorry, and yes, of course." She smiled.

"Yay! Will you get one too?"

Marigold hummed. "I don't know... I'm slightly sensitive to the makeup. Probably not."

"Okay," Rosie replied, not too upset by this.

She led her mother to the booth and was greeted by the painter.

"So, do you want to take a look at the options?" They smiled, pointing at the chart.

"Can you paint ducks?" Rosie asked immediately.

"Like Donald Duck?"

She shook her head. "Any ducks."

"Like just a regular duck," Marigold clarified.

"Sure, why don't you take a seat here." They instructed.

Rosie grinned and sat down on the stool.

"Try to stay as still as you can,"

"Here you go." Marigold handed her daughter a small spinning toy to hold in her hands whilst she sat.

"She has trouble sitting still and having something to fidget with helps," Marigold added when the painter looked at her.

"Oh, that's so helpful. So many fidgety kids, am I right?"

Marigold lightly chuckled. "Yeah, totally. Many fidgety people in general."

She took a seat while she waited for Rosie's makeover to be finished.

---

After Peter was finished, he stood around near the roller coaster area, looking for his wife and daughter.

He grinned and waved when he saw them waving back. Rosie sprinted over to him first.

"Look! Look! Look at my face!" Rosie pointed to her cheeks, one duck on one cheek and the second duck on the other.

"Oh, hey! Look at that!" Peter chuckled and smiled. "You got your face painted."

She nodded and began to make a quacking noise as if the ducks on her face were talking.

"Did you have fun?" Marigold asked him.

"Yeah, it was pretty relaxing."

"I still don't understand how a roller coaster could be relaxing... but whatever." She furrowed her brows and smiled in amusement.

"Well, they are!"

"Yeah. Are you hungry? I brought it up with miss duckie that we could get some popcorn and corn dogs after you were finished with the ride." She suggested.

"Oh, yes! I am starving!" He agreed.

"That's what I thought you'd say." She smiled.

---

After they ate and went on a few more rides together, it was getting rather late. The sky faded from blue to pink. The family was walking through the grounds when Rosie spotted something yellow and fuzzy.

A huge plush duck was hanging from one of the booths, a prize to be won. Rosie's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Look! Look at it!" She pointed.

"You want to try to win it?" Marigold asked.

"Yes!" She jumped up and down ecstatically.

"Okay, sounds like a job for me," Peter smirked.

"I want to do it together!" Rosie whined.

"Alright, alright, you guys can try to win it together. It looks like you just shoot the target." Marigold placed her hands on Peter and Rosies' shoulders.

"Yeah, let's do this, Rosie!"

"Yay!"

---

Rosie climbed up the tall stool and grabbed the gun. Peter stood next to her and helped hold the gun steady.

"Alright, are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes!" She said fiercely.

"I'll aim and you shoot." Peter instructed.

Rosie nodded and the game's lights turned on; bright bulbs flashed in patterns and music began to play.

"Shoot! Press the trigger!" He exclaimed.

Rosie quickly started firing, and he worked on moving and aiming the gun at the targets.

"One more target!"

Rosie hit the last target and it fell down. The music turned into victory music and the lights flashed green.

"Yay!" She cheered.

"You did it! You won!" Peter grinned.

"We won!"

Marigold clapped and cheered.

Peter pointed to the duck hanging up and the carnival worker took it down and handed it to him. He handed the duck to its new owner.

Rosie struggled to hold it, barely able to walk without stumbling. It was almost as big as her.

"Here, why don't I hold it until we get to the car." Peter offered.

Rosie huffed but agreed, handing it to him.

"Are we really going home?" She frowned.

"It's getting late, Ro. Aren't you getting sleepy?" Marigold asked.

"No!" She protested but then yawned.

"Well, that was our last ticket..." Peter added.

"We can always come back, sweetie." She smiled.

The girl sighed and nodded.

They walked out of the carnival towards the parking lot. Already fading fast, Marigold held a sleepy Rosie in her arms while Peter held the duck.

"So, have you thought of a name?" Peter asked.

"What?" Rosie blinked, eyelids getting heavy.

"For the duck," Marigold continued.

"Oh... Um... Big Dude."

The parents laughed.

"Big Dude... Alright." Marigold nodded slowly.

"I mean, he is a big dude, he's the size of Rosie!" Peter defended.

"True." She chuckled.

"Did you have fun at the carnival?" Marigold asked her daughter when they found their car.

"Yeah! I want to go again!"

"We will go back at some point," she assured.

"Totally, maybe next time we can come back with more friends and family," Peter added.

"Yay...!" Rosie yawned.

[justabitscrewy]

hi hi oc ask can I get 14 and 17 for Izen 👀👀

[link to the ask prompts]

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Izen would answer saying how he wants to be seen as — he wants to be seen as kind, non-threatening, helpful even. He wants people to think of him as being beneficial, useful, capable.

He wants these things and is putting in the effort to achieve them. He has a polite demeanor, carefully controlled body language, and will happily do odd jobs and favors for people around whatever town he and Phaela are staying in. But, while he doesn’t have the words for it, the deeper answer is dependent entirely on the views of others, not the results of his own actions.

He wants to be seen with kindness. He wants to be seen with grace, and compassion and understanding. He knows he’s made mistakes, and he knows that in his fractured desperation, he’ll certainly continue to make mistakes. The constant performance to put others at ease doesn’t come naturally to him. And in a perfect world, he would be given the simple but life changing reassurance of the benefit of the doubt — something he never received from the monks.

17. What is the worst thing you've put your OC through story-wise?

UH SO. Honestly basically his entire back story lmaoooooo. And i dont want to go into too much detail about specifics without them coming up in session first, but! I can say that the no-good-bad-scary-sad-times began the day he became a drider. And this ask definitely compelled me to draw some vaguely sad art about it.

[link to art -- tw for gore and body horror -- he was quite lethally ripped in twain before becoming a drider]

[can-of-pringles]

Sorry 🫢

Thinking about little Kaia asking her fathers about heaven and what it's like. Before she could really grasp what all happened. It's especially heart wrenching to them because how do you explain to a child that they themself were kept practically hostage there? Things done to them that should never be done to someone so young? Stuff that while she doesn't remember consciously, it's still there, muscle memory. So they don't. Not yet, at least. It's for when she's older. For now, Crowley in particular tells her about his creations from when he was in heaven. And he tells her about his stars while all the other thoughts linger in the back of his mind.

Bestie you can't do this to me-

[aqua-the-smiter]

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦୨୧✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ ℑ𝔯𝔬𝔫 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 Ferrus Manus x female oc (Argena Seeva) Other parts in the reblogs Ferrus, in a bid to one up his pain-in-the-ass brother Fulgrim, takes up drawing. Gets some reference help from his long suffering friend and senechal, Argena. Part of my AU I have cleverly called the Primarch Wife AU. Happy endings, the boys get the help they need, Big E is a good dad and, most importantly, everybody gets a wife. Because big husband and small wife makes brain go brr

Sexual content/NSFW after the cut - Very lewd-but-not-lewd touching, Ferrus jacking off to his future wife while trying to get work done, idiots in love. @thevoidscreams @pringles-plaguehaus ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦୨୧✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊ “Gena?” Ferrus asked, sounding uncharacteristically nervous. “I have a…strange favor to ask of you.” Argena put down the loop of silver she’d been polishing and turned around on her stool to face him as she heard him out. Throne, he even looked uncomfortable, and she wondered what exactly he needed that he was looking so hot under the collar. Ferrus Manus was many things, but wavering was not one of them. Actually he was kind of cute like that. She mentally slapped herself almost as soon as the thought crossed her mind. HE. IS. YOUR. BOSS. She’d been with him for over a year and half at this point. It felt like it should have been longer. Falling into the role of his senechal had been so easy after a while. Especially after they’d started spending more time simply enjoying each other’s company. He was a surprisingly layered man once he opened up enough to show it. And, she heavily suspected, a lonely one too. So they’d gotten close more easily than she would have first thought. It even showed in the way he addressed her. Gena, a more tender nickname than her given. “Does it have anything to do with your ongoing attempts to one up your brother?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It does, yes. Look, I can’t help it. Fulgrim has been driving me mad recently, so I want to pay him back in kind.” “I know, I know. And if you pull it off you’ll make him absolutely seethe.” “It” in question was Ferrus putting a serious effort into learning how to draw. He could already, but it was an entirely different kind. Technical drawings, machine blueprints, weapon schematics. Nothing really artistic, although it could be counted as a form of art in its own right if you asked her. Watching him work was hypnotic, the movement of the pencil or stylus in his metal hands impossibly graceful. Elegant even. But most people didn’t see it that way. Resident artsy fuck, Fulgrim, certainly didn’t. Constantly making little jabs and jokes at his best friend’s inability to produce anything else than purely practical drawings. Finally, Ferrus had enough and announced to her in private that he was going to produce a piece of actual art better than anything Fulgrim could do (and he wasn’t as good as everyone thought he was, including himself) out of pure brotherly spite. The early results were rough, but promising. Argena herself had quite a bit of skill, picked up from her goldsmithing hobby, and he’d come to her with practice sketches, rudimentary shapes and simple three dimensional objects. It took him a while, but he was definitely getting it. His talent for technical drawings was beginning to shine through with the clean linework. In short, it seemed he might actually do it. “That is the goal.” He said, just a little smug. “So what do you need me for, pray tell my lord?” She prompted. The Primarch seemed to steel himself for a moment. “Well…I feel I’m ready to move on to…organic materials now. I can only draw my own tools so much before I cease to learn any more from the exercise. I was going to ask if I could study you. Your anatomy, I mean.” And it already sounded like that would involve less clothes than she started with that day. “...Study my anatomy? How so? Moreover, why?”

“Feel up your body. Your muscles, skeletal structure, general build. How everything connects and moves together. I find that I learn best when I am up to the elbows in it so to speak, so being able to touch it would be the best thing. You are the only person I feel comfortable coming to with this. It is, ultimately, quite a petty thing I’m after. You have been very understanding of me. More than I thought would be possible.” Ferrus paused for a moment, wondering if what he had to say next was even a good idea before deciding he’d take that chance. “Also, you are objectively a very beautiful woman. Whatever someone’s personal tastes may be, nobody could look at you and deny it. And subjectively, I think you are a beautiful woman. For those reasons you’d make the best subject for what I’m trying to accomplish. If the goal of art is to create something pleasing to the eye, something that captures the beauty of the world and the enthusiasm of the creator in a still image, you would be a perfect basis. Not like the mess of colors and lines Fulgrim throws on his canvases.” He spoke so frankly. Ferrus was always a very no-nonsense type of person, but to have that direct, blunt nature used in such a glowing description of her was something else entirely. Because you knew for a fact when he said something, he meant it. It made her feel very warm inside. “And this is purely for research, right?” She asked tentatively. “Purely objective.” He swore. “And I won’t go any farther than you want or touch you anywhere you don’t want to be touched. I’ll fill in any gaps in my knowledge with an anatomy book. Just tell me where to stop, and I will.” Somehow a Primarch who’d grown up in the wilderness eating sand had a better concept of boundaries than many people. “Well...I trust you, so I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.” She said after a moment, rubbing her upper arm. “I’m willing. Let’s do it.” He gave her one of his rare smiles (that seemed to be becoming less rare nowadays come to think of it), genuinely grateful. It made her feel more at ease with the agreement. Who knows, it might even be fun. ₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

[kazimakuwabara]

'bonding' (for the post you made earlier)

( I didn't notice this in my inbox D: I'll write something up now! Just a special treat for ya ;) )

(set before the start of the series, featuring Sota, my friend's oc.)

***

"Take your sister, take your sister... why I gotta be babysitter every time ma wants to drink?" Yusuke snorted, muttering to himself as he held his younger sister's hand.

The girl, Sota, with long brown hair like Atsuko, but eyes as feisty as her brother's, glared up at the teen, "It's cuz you're a dumbass."

"Oi! Watch your fucking mouth! I don't need Ma pissed at me again because she thinks I taught you to swear!" Yusuke cautioned.

"...You did teach me to swear," Sota reasoned.

Yusuke actually smiled at that, "Well Tiny, I know that, but I don't need that to spread, got me?"

"Because you're afraid of Mom!" Sota teased.

"Yeah, her bad alcoholic breath maybe," Yusuke sighed, tugging Sota with him as they rounded a corner. He paused, spotting a new vending machine in the street, right next to a lamp post. Sota spotted it to, and tugging her hand free from her older brother's, ran for it.

"Hey! They got Pringles!" And with that little announcement, Sota reached her hand into the flap of the vending machine and started to dig up.

Yusuke grinned, hands in his pockets, and sauntered over to his sister, "That will never-"

Sota popped her hand out, a can of Pringles her prize. She grinned cheekily up at her brother, "Ha! What were you about to say, dear brother?"

Yusuke blinked, and then grinned, "I was going to say, get me the Reese's cups."

Sota's hand shot back into the vending machine, and she grunted a huffy little, "Yeah, you got it!"

Half an hour later, the bottom half of the vending machine emptied, their pockets overflowing, and Sota's overall's particularly overflowing, the pair marched for home.

"Okay, Tiny, and what do we say if we run into Keiko?" Yusuke prompted.

"I won a market lottery because I'm so damn cute!" Sota sighed, with all the drama of a t.v. actress, "And if that doesn't work, I give her all the Strawberry Yogurt chews."

"There you go kid, 'atta girl!" Yusuke sniggered.

[romanceandshenanigans]

Writer Q&A

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

I've been playing around with a fantasy setting centered around an archipelago where a multitude of magical creatures have made their home, but now the mainland has the means to get to them and navigating what exactly to do next. I've got a witch queen married to a shapeshifting dragon, a fey king in a poly relationship with a fairy and an immortal human, shifter clans, mermaids, themes of colonization the works.

There are just so many directions I can take it and my tendency to overwrite means it'll be a long time before I get anything coherent out of it. It's part of the reason I'm starting with this regency romance first. I want to prove I can complete a full novel before I commit to a whole fantasy series.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

Not especially when it comes to my writing. However, whenever people have asked me for writing advice and specifically writing OCs, I've always felt flattered.

What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

Favorite part is finally giving all these voices in my head some place to live. It's a relief exorcising all those little conversations and flashes of moments out of me only to realize I've got a bit more to say than just "wouldn't it be cute if". Of course, this prompts only more voices and the never ending cycle of mental abuse continues.

Descriptions. I know what the scene is supposed to look like. Why can't I just telepathically communicate it to the audience? It's the screenwriter training. Can't be helped.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

Any free time. Literally. Doesn't matter if I"m particularly motivated. If I have some free time, I know I will just feel better if I go somewhere and write for at least an hour. Doesn't have to be good. I don't necessarily have to use any of it. I just need to do it.

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

Let it be bad. It's a lesson I'm still trying to instill within my self, but it is vital. Just let it be bad, it's what a first draft is for.

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

Theming actually is really important if you want to keep any kind of cohesion through various drafts, especially for long term pieces.

What is your favorite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

Honestly I've only written only short pieces, all fan-fiction. This is my first attempt an a wholly original creation. I've completed a couple of short film scripts, but honestly nothing I'd particularly want to share here.

What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

"I am haunted by humans." - Death (The Book Thief by Markus Zusak)

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

I think it depends on what you mean by controversial. I mean, I am setting my story in regency era England so there are characters who are going to have homophobic view points on some of the characters I plan to write, but I know I'm also going to make a point about showing how that view point is wrong. I'm not afraid to cast authorial judgement on my characters. So, what is controversial about that set up?

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

Well my younger self who have a rude awakening about certain aspects of her sexuality, I can tell you that much. And that also goes for political ideology and general attitudes towards life. The difference between a sixteen year old and a twenty-eight year old is frankly staggering.

Tagging: @kittttycakes, @16boyfriends-and-me, @can-of-pringles, @auroramagpie and anyone else who would like to join in. (Just make sure to make your own posts)

[wulflynn]

I’ve always had a fascination with the Mabari hounds, and I was sad that DAI didn’t really give you the chance to have one (there’s the big pupper Cullen finds during the Exalted Council, but even then, the dog isn’t a party-member or a combat summon).

I get little prompts flashing through my mind at the most inconvenient of times when I can’t jot them down to reflect more on later. I want to write a story sooo bad (I get hella intimidated by the amazing stories I’ve already been reading), set in Inquisition and somehow integrating Mabari hounds—like an OC agent who breeds and raises them, and is recruited to move them in to Skyhold. War or no war, no place is home without a dog, and they’re like Pringle’s—you can’t just have one!

Anywho, I had the sudden urge to doodle and came up with this. It’s a little bare, but I like it ✨

Edit to add: I’ll have to amend this and recreate more pictures to include the OC agent, Cybil. Pictured here with Boris is my Fae Lavellan ✨

[can-of-pringles]

"Gift for Pringles" 👀

I have both wips on my phone and computer so I guess I'll share both?

Phone:

Another Sandman snippet

Arith and Iriel puppy fic

Argument

Hair

Sick fic chap

Song fic

Wanted

Computer:

Iriel cooking disaster

OC AU (single dad Arith)

kaia and crowley prompt

Ariel death scene

arith and iriel confessions

Kaia 18 bday doc

Ariel wedding fic

K&L future chap

(R=18) Angst time

(R=10) Cookies

(R=7) Story Time

(R=18) Quite a Surprise Birthday Gift

(R=15/16?) Thank You

Six Times Rosie Wanted a Duck and One Time She Got One

(R=6) Little Interruptions

(R=11) The New Kid

(R=7) On The Treetop

(R=16) nest

(R=5) First day of school

(R=9) Sleepover problems

(R=7) nightmare fic

(R=6) Hair Brushing

Tagging whoever wants to do it

thanks for the tag @my-deer-friend! been a while since I've done a tag game :)

Rules: Post names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you and ask with the title that intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

okay I don't actually have a WIP folder lmao. I'm gonna have a look at my google docs and put down the stuff I'm (semi?) actively working on rn!

Disposition or Circumstance (already up on ao3)

to heal is to break (also up on ao3)

shaving fic

John & Jagger shenanigans

Philip draft

sherlock au

Green Eyes bonus (I promised this one like two years ago and no it is not finished but sometimes I add a sentence and pretend I AM going to finish it)

well unfortunately I don't know seven people so I'm gonna try my best <3 @simplysummers @the-reynolds-pamphlet @quillsink @monsterqueerelizaschuyler @beeschaos

[mahvaladara]

For the OC Ask Prompt: 7, 12, 13, 15 & 19 for Arlo

7. What are the last 3 things in their Google search history?

Ghost sightings in Henley on Bagley Dragon myths Stephen Hawking's History of All PDF free download 12. What do they use as a bookmark?

A wornout polaroid of Fannar.

13. How do they organise their books on the shelf (by name, colour, genre, or using the dewey decimal system)?

Theme, Size and color. He puts all books of the same subject in the same shelf, then organizes the books by size and color. 15. They need to go on a 5 hour drive. How do they prepare?

Lots of water and a few snacks. He might also take a pillow and blanket in case he needs to nap. He also takes his camera to take pictures along the way. 19. What would their 1am convenience store snack purchases be? Pringles. Pringles are one of the few tasty for the soul snacks he can eat without spitting a tooth. So Arlo sneaks out with Syra and Mal to buy pringles and other tasty for the soul snacks.

[can-of-pringles]

Or a different one if you'd prefer (or do them both):

Crowley and Aziraphale teaching a young Kaia how to fly?

Omg crazy enough, I used to have this super old wip about that! It sucks I don't have it anymore, I don't know what happened to it.. (this was probably around 2019?) I'll try to recreate some of it from memory.

"Kaia, dear, what are you up to?" Aziraphale asked as he noticed her quickly flapping what little wings she had, still not fully grown yet due to her age.

She turned to look at him. "Fly. I saw the birds on the TV do it."

They had been watching plenty of nature documentaries lately, Kaia seemingly obsessed with them and all the animals shown. Though her parents always managed to skip the more gruesome parts, deciding she was still too little to know the full educational aspect of said nature documentaries.

"Well, you won't be able to do it, here at least... we would need to be on a different plane for that," Crowley explained.

"Plane? But how will I fly on a plane?" Kaia tilted her head. "I don't think I can even fly the plane!"

"He means a different plane of existence, where it's possible for us to fly," Aziraphale added.

Kaia furrowed her eyebrows but slowly nodded anyway.

"Angel, she's clearly confused, okay, y'know what- why don't we just show her?"

"Yeah! Yeah! I want to go!" She cheered.

"It could be dangerous..." The angel fretted.

"Dangerous? How? It's only us in there, she'll be fine!" Crowley said.

"I want to learn how to fly!" Kaia insisted.

"I suppose it's an important skill for her to learn..." Aziraphale pointed out.

"Exactly." The demon added.

"Let's go!" She was getting impatient, wanting to see this 'plane' and learn to use her wings.

"Alright, alright, we'll teach you," Crowley assured.

"Yay!" Kaia grinned.

The parents held their hands out and she grabbed them, allowing them to be transported there.

[infinitysgrace]

Prompt: something one of your ocs would be arrested for

Me: ... idfk, probably buying a can of pringles from a gas station in the middle of the night.

[can-of-pringles]

“Today I caught Peter writing me a love letter,” Marigold stood around chatting with her friends, Jean and Jubilee.

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” Jubilee gushed.

Marigold smiled. “Yeah, when I asked him what he was writing, he said something for me but then he rushed me out of his room, saying he wasn’t finished writing it,”

Jubilee laughed. “That’s how you know it’s a love letter,”

“Or a poem,” Jean added.

“Whatever it is, I know I’m going to love it,”

“Hey, you ladies talking about me?” Peter butted into the conversation.

The three women turned around.

“How did you know?” Marigold asked.

“You weren’t eavesdropping were you?” Jean raised an eyebrow.

“Not quite, I just heard my name and giggling,”

“That was me,” Jubilee smiled sheepishly.

“So, what are you talking about? If it’s about me, I want to hear,” Peter said.

“Just talking about the thing you’re writing for me,” Marigold replied.

“How do you know that it’s about you?” Peter smirked.

“You pushed me out of the room! Saying that it wasn’t ready for me to read!” Marigold scoffed.

“After hearing Marigold talking all about it, it better be a love letter or poem, or else,” Jean gave him a look.

“It is! Well, one of those two, I will not say which, gosh, you’re so intimidating, Jean!” Peter crossed his arms over his chest.

“Good.” Jean smiled.

“So, you’re not going to say which one?” Marigold asked.

“Nope, it’s a surprise,” Peter smiled.

“Aw, you two are so cute,” Jubilee grinned.

“You’re really serious about this Peter, well, I can’t wait to read it, I bet it’s very romantic,” Marigold smiled.

Peter rolled his eyes. “You’re always acting like I’m so in love with you,”

“Aren’t you?”

“Ok, yeah, maybe, that doesn’t matter,” He tried to hide his grin.

Marigold scoffed and playfully swatted his arm. “It does matter, you are,” She teased.

Peter started blushing. “Ok! Ok! You’re right!”

Jean and Jubilee, chuckled.

“Ok, well, come by my room in a minute, you can read it then,” Peter kissed her cheek and sped off.

“He is so in love with you,” Jean said.

“I know,” Marigold smiled.

“You HAVE to tell us what happens!” Jubilee grinned.

“Alright, I will, I promise,”

“See you later,” Jean added.

“Bye!” Marigold waved as she walked to Peter’s room.

Prompt #688

“You’re always acting like I’m so in love with you.”

“Aren’t you?”

“That doesn’t matter.”

[practically-an-x-man]

Because we were just talking about it, have a pringles OC writing prompt. How about an X-Men one with Peter and Marigold. You probably know them well enough by now but there's always Mari's toyhouse.

(sentence/dialogue prompt)

"Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up sentences when you look at me like that,"

If you need more lmk but also no pressure

Sorry it took me so long to get around to this! It took me forever to come up with something good with this prompt, and admittedly I was a little worried that I wouldn't get Mari right. Weirdly, she was harder to write then Arith and Iriel, even though you've got so much more written for her.

But anyway, I hope this is cute! It's about 1.4k words, definitely not my longest piece of writing, but I think it's fun. Oh, and here's a song that'll be important as you read.

If there was one thing you could count on Peter Maximoff for (aside from saving lives and cracking terrible jokes), it was his taste in music. He’d been suggesting the karaoke night for weeks, but it was only when a karaoke machine mysteriously appeared in the rec room that he was able to put it into motion.

“You paid for that, right?” Marigold asked, eyeing the hunk of silver and black plastic as her partner fiddled with it. Peter twisted over his shoulder to look at her. His dark eyes were sparkling with a familiar mischievous light, and she knew the answer before he even said it. 

“Sure,” he said with a shrug, though a smile kept twitching at the corners of his lips. Marigold sighed. 

“You’ve got to stop doing that,” she said, “Eventually someone’s going to realize it’s you.”

“Psh,” he replied, looking amused, “I’m too good. They couldn’t catch me if they tried. And anyway, I’ll give it back tomorrow. I just need it for tonight.”

“Alright,” Mari agreed. She couldn’t say she had the cleanest record herself (it came with the territory of being an X-Man), but she figured there were worse things than just borrowing it for the night. Besides, it was a Monday - who goes out for karaoke on a Monday? They probably wouldn’t even miss it.

“Do you need help setting it up?” she asked instead, taking a few steps closer and crouching beside Peter as he kept working on the machine. He thought for a second. 

“No, I think I’m okay.” he said, “But we could test it out. Gotta make sure it works before tonight.”

“What song?” 

“Let’s see what’s in there,” Peter answered. He pressed a button on the side of the machine, and a CD port slid open. There was already a disc in there (Willie Nelson - yikes), but Peter plucked it out and set it on top of the machine. He leaned back on his heels, fingers drumming restlessly on his knees over the span of a few heartbeats. 

“Alright, I’ve got it.” he said suddenly, then disappeared in a flash of silver. He was back almost before Mari realized he’d gone, and dropped another CD into the port with eager, excited movements.

“What’d you pick?” Marigold asked, trying to spot the label on the CD as it slid into the karaoke machine. She couldn’t quite pick it out in time. 

“Stevie Nicks.” Peter answered with a grin, fighting to untangle the microphone wires. Mari smiled. He knew that was one of her favorites.

Peter bounced up to his feet, holding out a hand to her. Marigold took it and let him pull her up to her feet, accepting the microphone he handed to her. He held a second one up in front of his face. 

“Testing, testing, one-two-” he started, then winced at the burst of noise that spewed through the speakers, “Shit, that’s too-”

He darted over and twisted the volume knob, grateful when the echo faded from the room. Tentatively, he lifted the microphone back up. 

“Test?” he repeated, a little quieter that time, “Okay, good, that’s better. Try yours.”

Marigold lifted up her microphone, wincing a little at the smell of metal and old beer that clung to it. 

“Did you get this from a bar?” she asked, forgetting that she was supposed to be testing the microphone. Peter reached out and lowered the volume before her voice could boom through the speakers. 

“Yeah?” he replied, tilting his head at her, “Where else do you do karaoke?”

“I thought you took it from a RadioShack or something.” she answered, giving a sidelong look to the microphone in her hand. She knew it wasn’t exactly unclean, but there was something about it, and the thought that so many other hands had touched it before her, that made her skin crawl. It even felt a little sticky, but that might’ve just been her imagination.

Peter must have noticed her expression, because his eyebrows furrowed. A moment later, he’d zipped away again, only to return right in front of her. He had a Clorox wipe in one hand. The other reached for the microphone. 

“Here, let’s wipe it off,” he said.

“You read my mind,” Marigold responded gratefully, “Be right back. I’m gonna go wash my hands.”

When she returned, feeling much better after scrubbing the unpleasant bar-smell residue off her hands, Peter was wiping down his own microphone as well. When he’d finished with that, he ran the Clorox wipe over the front of the karaoke machine, over all the buttons and knobs, then tossed it in the trash and wiped off his hands on the front of his shirt. 

“Alright.” he said, “Better?”

“Much better,” she agreed, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, honey.” He handed her the microphone once again - this time it had the pleasant if chemically lemon-smell of the Clorox wipe - then crouched down to start the song. They were greeted to soft strains of acoustic guitar, mingled with a light music-box chiming. Mari smiled as she came in with the first lyrics. 

“Is love so fragile and the heart so hollow?” she sang, feeling a little self-conscious at first. She got over it quickly. There was nobody in the room but her and Peter, what was there to be embarrassed about? “Shatter with words, impossible to follow.”

From her right, she caught Peter’s eyes. She saw nothing but soft affection on his face for a moment, until he realized she was looking at him. That gentle expression was quickly replaced with teasing as he stuck his tongue out at her. Marigold rolled her eyes but kept singing. 

“You’re saying I’m fragile, I try not to be,” she continued, “I search only for something I can’t see.”

Despite herself, she found her eyes straying over to Peter again. And again, she caught a flash of something warm across his face… and then he crossed his eyes at her. Mari laughed before she could stop herself. 

“Stop distracting me!” she demanded, pointedly turning her eyes away from him before she could miss the next line in the song, “I have my own life, and I am stronger than you know.”

“I’m not distracting you!” Peter insisted, “I’m just looking at you! Am I not allowed to look at you?”

She elected to ignore him. 

“But I carry this feeling,” Marigold sang, “When you walked into my-” She made the mistake of turning around, and found her partner giving her the goofiest expression he could muster - teeth bared, eyes bugged out, like he was doing his best impersonation of a dollar-store Halloween mask. Mari couldn’t help it. She broke down into a fit of giggles.

“Stop that!” she laughed, reaching out to push lightly at his shoulder.

“Stop what?” Peter fired back, grinning wide enough to make dimples crease his cheeks. 

“Quit smiling at me!” Marigold insisted, “I can’t stop messing up sentences when you look at me like that!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Peter said, lifting his palms in surrender. 

“You’re making faces!”

“What faces? Mare-bear, this is just my face!”

“Mare-bear,” she repeated, giving him a look even as she tried to hold back her own laughter, “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Ah, you love me.” he teased, then added, “Mare-bear.”

“Stop it!” Marigold laughed, smiling so hard it hurt.

“You do!” 

“Maybe.” 

“Maybe?” he repeated, “What, singing karaoke got me bumped down to maybe status?”

“No, ‘Mare-bear’ got you bumped down to maybe status.” she fired back, though the threat didn’t hold much meaning when she still couldn’t pull the smile off her face. 

“Then I’ll just have to win you back with my incredible singing,” Peter said, lifting the microphone to his lips with a flourish, “Careful, Mari, I’m irresistible.”

“Maybe.”

“Again with the ‘maybe’!” he blurted, then shrugged and shot her a wink, “You’ll see.” 

With all his teasing, he almost missed his entrance to the song, but he recovered quickly enough.

“You in the moonlight, with your sleepy eyes,” Peter sang, reaching out a hand like he was an overly-dramatic actor in a music video, “Would you ever love a man like me?”

He turned to face her, giving her his best romantic look as he kept singing. Marigold just scrunched her nose at him, then stuck out her tongue. Peter barked out a laugh, his dark eyes brightening even as he missed his cue for the next lyric. 

“Uh- When I walked into your house, I knew I’d never want to leave,” he corrected quickly, but Marigold was already grinning.

“See?” she teased, triumphant, “I messed you up!”

[oc-question]

What is your OCs favorite potato product? Be really specific

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

It Comes In Threes

Monthly Prompts Day 23

August 23rd - Tab

AU Used: None

Characters:  Butchy, Giggles, Lugnut, CheeChee, Seacat (Teen Beach) and Miles (OC)

Notes: I promise you that the snacks and drinks that I have mentioned are all real things that my mom remembered having in her house as a kid growing up in the late 60s-70s. I didn’t believe her on a few of them, but after some research, I was proven very wrong.

Big Momma’s was always stocked up on the best sodas and snacks, everybody in town knew that. Everybody knew that if new snacks rolled around or a new soda commercial aired and they wanted to try it, all they had to do was tell Big Momma herself, and she would add it to the next delivery order if she could. Most of the regulars had a preferred combo that Big Momma kept in stock year round. Kiki, CheeChee and Rascal all liked to swap between Nehi grape soda and Hires root beer. Tanner enjoyed Squirt brand grapefruit soda and some kind of sugar coated popcorn called Screaming Yellow Zonkers. Struts and Lugnut always seemed to share a bottle of Moxie and a container of Pringles.

Miles, however, liked to be on the complicated side. He always liked to try whatever was new. At first, it was simple things like switching from crunchy Chee-tos to the puffy Chee-tos. Then, when he got permission from Big Momma to branch out and see what else might interest him, he began slowly requesting more things. His newest conquest, however, had taken almost a month to get into Big Momma’s because so many places were ordering it.

Tab was the newest thing on the soda scene. It was sugar-free and was already booming with popularity due to being only the second soft drink on the market that had no sugar. The swanky design on the packaging had made people of all ages flock to the new drink, making it hard to find in stock anywhere.

Miles had requested it the same day he had seen someone drinking it at work.

It had been almost a three months at that point. Miles had been drinking nothing apart from Tab. The first week after Big Momma’s had recieved the shipment of Tab, everyone had tried it. Most of the regulars had no real liking for the drink, yet a select few, namely Lugnut, Seacat and CheeChee, had actually liked the drink. To most, the drink was nothing more than a new version of Royal Crown’s Diet Rite. To Miles, it was one of the best drinks he’d ever had. He soon incorporated it into his regular drink orders along with Devil Shake and Nehi.

A few weeks after Miles’ initial trial of Tab, some of the regulars in Big Momma’s had begun to notice his addiction to the cola. Miles had been the only one consistently drinking it and, after a while, he seemed to drink nothing apart from Tab. Most of them had offered to buy him something different such as a water or a milkshake, only to be turned down and asked if they’d mind getting him a Tab instead. A full month had come and gone and, all the while, Butchy had been encouraging him to have something, anything other than the soft drinks, but Miles had been adament that, as there was no sugar in the drink, it couldn’t do him any real harm.

Butchy decided to recruit his little sister’s close friend and lab partner, Giggles, to do some research on the soda to see if there was anything they could use to dissuade Miles from his obsession. Giggles had accepted the idea fairly quickly, taking one of the bottles Miles had left on the counter at Big Momma’s so she could research the ingredients on the label to see what it all meant. Most of the ingredients had been fairly harmless. Carbonated water, phosphoric acid, potassium benzoate, and caffeine were among the listings, however they posed no real threats as most colas Giggles had seen, contained most of those same ingredients. One thing Giggles wasn’t thrilled to see, however, was that Tab had potassium cyclamate, saccharin and aspartame high on the ingredients list.

Aspartame was a common enough ingredient, especially in “diet” sodas. It was an artificial sweetener although, if you had too much of it, it was proven to cause symptoms similar to multiple sclerosis. What Giggles focused on more, was the high ranking of potassium cyclamate and saccharin. If mixed to a certain extent, the mixture was nearly 50 times sweeter than simple table sugar. 

In the simplest terms Giggles could find to use in her explanation to Butchy; the soda was not as “sugar-free” as it claimed and would be worse off for Miles to consume than a normal soda.

Butchy had taken the information to Miles, who had seemed unbothered by the information that was laid before him. In Butchy’s opinion, Miles was only unfazed because the drink hadn’t bothered him or the others in the slightest since they’d begun drinking it. With the help of the others who had been drinking it, Butchy set out with a plan to change Miles’ opinion.

It began with Seacat. As Miles wasn’t as close to the surfer as he was with Lugnut and CheeChee, Butchy decided to begin his plan with him. A few days had gone by since Giggles and Butchy had given Miles their report on the drink and the plan had already been discussed with all parties involved. Giggles had alerted some of the regular surfers as to what would happen, while Butchy had taken to only telling a few of his biker friends. Seacat had gone through his usual routine of getting a drink - buying a Tab this time - and snack from Big Momma before returning to his usual table next to CheeChee.

After a while of drinking soda and talking, Seacat began complaining about his stomach and was ushered out of the restaurant by CheeChee and a couple of the surfers. Miles had watched in mild concern, calling out for CheeChee to call them later on to update them on how the surfer was doing. CheeChee gave him a simple thumbs-up and continued on her way with the groaning Seacat.

Miles had watched them leave the restaurant before turning back to his snack. He polished off the rest of his snack and everyone assumed he had done the same with his soda. He never left more than a drop in those bottles of Tab. After a bit of conversation, Miles announced that he was going to head out for the night. Butchy took note of the fact that Miles had left his bottle of Tab with a few sips worth of soda left in it. 

Phase 1: Acknowledgment, was a small success.

The next stage of the plan was simple, but Butchy was almost sure it would work. Two days after Seacat had gone home - he supposedly claimed it must’ve been something he’d had at lunch that day - CheeChee had gotten a Tab cola from Big Momma and sat herself with the rest of the Rodent crew. She sipped at her soda and made small talk with everyone, occasionally making faces after drinking her soda. Butchy noticed, with a small burst of pride, that Miles was subconsciously nudging his own soda away from him more and more as CheeChee reacted poorly to her own.

A little while after finishing her soda, CheeChee claimed she felt tired and wanted to go home and rest before having to go in to work later on in the day. Struts and Lela, being the good friends they were, decided to walk her home as they noticed she looked dizzy when she rose from her seat. Miles decided to follow the group of girls, stating he wanted to make sure they would get there safely before he left for work himself. Butchy couldn’t hide his smile when he realized that Miles had left his soda practically half-full on the table.

Phase 2: Recognition, was a success.

Finally, Butchy’s plan was coming to a close. He had talked it over with Lugnut and decided to make things hit things closer to Miles than it had been. Lugnut and Butchy were Miles’ best friends and the three of them were pretty much brothers. Miles had gotten a Tab after work that evening, yet had only taken a few swigs from it despite how long they’d been at the restaurant. Butchy and Lugnut had decided to join Miles in his choice of drink, Butchy insisting he simply wanted to try it again. Miles had sat with them, watching them with what looked like some sort of anticipation.

After a while of sitting, talking and laughing, the group retired to the outer deck of Big Momma’s for the evening. Lugnut had already polished off his first bottle of Tab with Butchy offering him the rest of his own after deciding that the soda just wasn’t for him. Butchy had relaxed into his chair, giving an exhausted yawn as, despite that being part of the plan, staring out at the starry sky that had settled over the horizon, had made him feel pretty tired.

Lugnut had followed suit not long after, yet began claiming that he was starting to feel “fuzzy-headed,” whatever that meant. Butchy noticed that Miles had abandoned his drink and somehow pried Lugnut’s from his hand and set it on the table. Miles and Butchy had walked Lugnut home, Miles making sure to stay with Lugnut until he was sure that the older boy was okay on his own. After that, Miles and Butchy returned to Butchy’s house, where Miles had been staying for the last seven months. Miles had been watching Butchy out of the corner of his eye as they walked, but said nothing about how Butchy and Lugnut had acted at Big Momma’s.

That night, Butchy had stayed up until nearly midnight with Miles, feeling the younger brunette’s eyes on him multiple times throughout the night. After a while, Miles had passed out on the couch, so Butchy had covered him with a blanket and retired to bed himself.

He wasn’t entirely sure if the last phase of his plan had worked properly, but he was almost entirely sure it had. It wasn’t until the next day, when everyone had arrived at Big Momma’s, that Butchy was sure that it had worked. Miles had, evidently, bought all of the remaining Tab colas from Big Momma and gotten rid of them somehow, politely asking her to never buy the soda again. Miles had seen the “affects” it had on those around him and told her that he was worried for their health. Miles had confided in Butchy later that day that, when Lela offered Miles the last Tab in the refrigerator at their house, he had taken it from her, waited until she had left the room and poured it down the drain. Miles didn’t want to drink it anymore and he definitely didn’t want his friends to drink it again.

Even though Butchy knew deep down that he should’ve told Miles then and there about what they had done, he found himself incapable of doing so. The look Miles had given him after admitting what he’d done was one that almost rivalled the one Lela would give him when she was caught stealing sweets before dinner. Miles wasn’t used to living with Butchy in the sense that he still had to adjust to having someone who wouldn’t yell at him for doing something like that. Butchy had noticed that about him fairly soon after Miles had moved in. Instead of telling Miles about the plan that their friend group had come up with, Butchy told Miles he was proud of him and seeing the smile on the younger biker’s face was more than enough for Butchy.

Phase 3: Protection, was a definite success.

[lairep]

Late happy birthday!!! May happiness follow you wherever you go!

Why thank you!!! (☆▽☆)

I honestly wouldn’t mind getting stalked by happiness, it sounds like a great time ngl

For some reason I imagine Happiness to be this really hot dude in a butler outfit doing everything for me and waiting on my hand and foot. He’ll follow me everywhere while carrying a pink floral tote bag filled with my favorite snacks and a portable juicer. He’ll also do my eyebrows for me bc I’m incapable.

Name: Happiness

Age: 24

Height: 182cm

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Green

Occupation: Butler (???)

Abilities: Making juice, looks good in pink and baby blue, can talk to lizards, can read things backwards really fast

Likes: Juice

Dislikes: Pringles

i dont know why this became an OC prompt but it just happened im sorry bye