#sorry this took so long to answer but thank you so much for sending in a prompt!!

[mintytealfox]

lolol just had a thought for my Anastasia AU :P

If the fact that Orpheus and Alice used to play Orpheus and Eurydice together when they were young, that I found on the wiki, is true, what if...

What if Alice roped young Norton into their game and had him play as Hades? Put on fake, manacial villain façade and carry her bridal style down the hallway to be chased by Orpheus all over the mansion? 😊

God, I feel like that would be such a cute image and memory that Norton and Orpheus would look back on fondly, those days in paradise where they didn't have to worry much as kids 😔

I THOUGHT I RESPONDED TO THIS ALREADY CAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH SO MY SHOCK WHEN I SAW IT STILL HERE OH MY OGGHHHSSSSSS

-RAPIDLY TYPINNGGGGGGGGGG-

THIS IS SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE ACTUAL BABIES BEFORE REALITY HITS AAAHHHH 😭😭😭😭

I am getting this image of it turning into a glorified race where Orpheus and Norton end up taking it way too seriously and are actually running with all they have trying to beat the other to get to Alice LOL So Norton can keep Eurydice in the 'underworld' and Orpheus running so he can take her from the underworld, of their imagined story they are playing LOL

The two just running and throwing everything they got at each other LOL

Norton: "ALICE IS STAYING" Orpheus: "ALICE IS LEAVING WITH ME" -Norton throws big pillows in Orpheus's way- -Orpheus throws a big ball at Norton-

a full motion picture to behold through a child's eyes LOL

Then, like you say, Norton winning and running away with her as Orpheus now has to chase after them IM DYING LOOOL

(Honestly, imagine if da capo all knew each other before the world whacked them all to a pulp ;; )

GOSH I LOVE HAPPINESS AAAHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ask-that-weird-dog]

Kris. Kris. Kris. Of the two, do you prefer moss or potassium more?

* (You get the feeling this is about to be a very, very weird day.)

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[cuubism]

Actually, what about death and Hob finally meeting and sharing embarrassing stories about Dream?

I LOVE Hob meeting Death and being friends with Death. I'm pondering embarrassing stories about Dream, though... because I feel like Dream is actually a very easy person to hurt. Not in all cases; if someone he doesn't respect or who's a particular opponent of his criticizes or insults him he's just like "okay, whatever." Lucifer was like "you're powerless here" and kept ragging on him and Dream was just like "okay if you think so. you're wrong though <3" so he's not always fragile, he's generally pretty assured in his capabilities as Dream except in certain cases like failing to stop the first Dream vortex, 'letting' the Dreaming decay while he was imprisoned and what not.

I'm not sure it would be the same with people he loves and trusts. Hob even calling him lonely sent him running, which wasn't intended to be insulting but probably felt that way to Dream. So I'm not sure Dream would tolerate being made fun of very well, even if it was done fondly; I think it would probably sting more than anything. I honestly didn't even love the way Death poked at him in ep 6 (and I love Death) especially after he had just been through hell. Dream is very proud and under that kind of fragile when it comes to his core self, and this would all probably just hurt more than anything.

Funnily, I think Hob is the opposite -- he can take ribbing from anyone and just laugh it off. The ONLY person I think it would hurt from, actually, is Dream himself.

[kit-just-kit]

Send "💬" and my muse will reveal a Pet Name or Nickname that they have for yours. (for Igor pls!)

Terms of endearment meme

"Ahhhh but the charter on this one is somewhat of tally darling, is it not? Zver, drakon, zhivotnye.......the ones I scream in the heights of passion, when you're driving me wild even though surely I butcher the pronunciation of them.......". (she hadn't, Kit took the utmost care to ensure both her diction and speech patterns were spot on when saying anything in Igor's native language). ".....and yet, my favourite, is the one I use when I'm at my quietest, my calmest.

My Russian".

[coollyinterferes]

Joseph is just going to give his dear old Uncle a great big hug for the coming winter months. Not only that but a beaming smile too as he laughs proudly and totally did NOT plant a sticky note on Speedwagon's back saying he's the best uncle in the world.

unprompted asks 【always accepting】 @gazelessmenagerie

The silent hug from Joseph is welcomed by the old man with literal open arms. Speedwagon hugs the younger and much taller male back, giving him a wholehearted hug that rivals Joseph's in warmth too. It's mindblowing how tall his dear Joseph has gotten over the last few years! Despite not being much like his grandfather in regards to overall personality, Joseph definitely has Jonathan's genes and it shows. It's not that Robert hadn't noticed how tall Joseph had grown, because he did, it's just that it always becomes a lot more evident when they share a moment like this.

"That was really sweet, Jojo." Robert says with a smile that reflects that fondness he has for the youngest Joestar. One of his hands goes to pat the top of Joseph's head, ruffling the young man's hair just a little, fondly, like he always would when Jojo was little and the two spent hours playing together or reading comics and stories about fantastic heroes,and so on.

"I really appreciate it. Thank you, dearest."

[phoenixcoin]

❂⭃ @deusmater asked: ⥷❂ ❂⭃ CHANGED! ⥷❂

Glimpses of the Past send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

⤛⌠❂⌡⤜

Byron sat at his desk long into the night, just staring down at smooth, flat surface. That flat piece of wood had felt far too long like a sheet of glass upon which he was precariously perched, playing the part of a jester for the hands of Sanbreque. How he toiled away over stacks and stacks of papers, unraveling everything his brother had ever stood for, only just managing to slip by a bit of coin or two to those names which he supported. So many years where he had been using that place as an instrument of ruin and ignoring the cries beneath him.

But that night had changed everything. Seeing Clive and Jill after such a large span of death and silence, it had completely toppled his world and every single stack of those damn papers. He had never played the part of a villain well, and he could no longer sit idly by and watch the duchy crumble under his hands. Watch the world fall to pieces between the mortar and pestle that was the war between Waloed and Sanbreque. Knowing that Clive was alive, knowing what he was fighting for, how could he possibly continue to waste his days staring at this barren environment at his desk?

Oh, it should have been a very serious moment, but Byron could not fight the corners of his mouth pulling into a grin, couldn't fight for a moment the laughter that started small and began to grow. With a rolling laugh fit for some jolly old king, Byron stood and took his arm to sweep across the surface of his desk to knock every single object into the floor. A shower of paper and trinkets that crashed with a terrible sound, sending its echo through the halls like a banshee crying out in the night.

Byron's servants rushed to the door of his study, crowding around in fear and concern. A stray voice called out among the rest: "My lord, whatever is the matter!? What are you doing?"

Byron turned to face them, hands on his hips and a smile beaming larger and brighter than any who worked at the estate had seen in a great many years, "Ready a ferry for me, my man. I am joining Cid the Outlaw!"

A cacophony of confusion and concern erupted from the staff, and with the chaos a great many rebuttals to deny such a short-sighted idea, but Byron merely laughed, hard and loud, and sauntered out of the room to his bedchamber. It was time for him to ready himself for a great adventure.

[supersapphical]

sooo i'm not sure who first posted about claire x patience but honestly it's been rattling around in my mind ever since so a lil drabble about them would be amazing!! <3

YESSSSS Claire x Patience, let's do it!

This is a liiiiiiitle bit longer than a lil drabble because apparently I have no self control when it comes to rarepairs but please enjoy established relationship Claire/Patience on a hunt (also Missouri is alive and well).

Read on AO3 or under the cut.

“You ready for this?” Claire asks.

Claire’s hand grips Patience’s hand tightly as Patience nods resolutely. Claire’s other hand carries a duffle bag full of supplies.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Claire leads her in through the backdoor of the house, which had clearly been broken into before. Patience raises an eyebrow.

“What? It’s an abandoned, haunted house,” Claire shrugs. “Who's gonna care if I break a few locks?”

The air inside the house is noticeably chillier than outside but, other than that, it seems like any other building that’s fallen into disuse. Dust covering the surfaces, a bit of a stuffy smell, nothing that overtly indicates a haunting. And yet, as soon as Patience steps inside, she can sense the spirit’s presence. It’s nothing she can feel, hear, smell, taste or touch. It’s simply sure knowledge that invades her brain, sending shivers down her spine for no good reason.

Claire must notice the change in her demeanor because she asks, “Your extra senses already picking something up?”

“Yeah, you’re right, there’s definitely a ghost in here,” Patience says.

“You ready to get to work?”

Patience nods. Claire gives a final squeeze to her hand before letting go so she can get to work setting up a salt circle around Patience.

“Most ghosts don’t tend to be active during the day but just in case,” she says as she dumps salt around her.

“What do you want me to look for, specifically?” Patience asks.

“Anything you can pick up on that might help me see what’s keeping the ghost here.”

“You already torched the remains?”

“Cremated,” Claire grunts as she heaves the last of the salt onto the floor.

“All set?” Patience asks.

Claire pulls two iron crow bars from her bag and hands one to Patience, “As set as we can be.”

Patience takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She grips the crow bar more as a grounding technique than with any real intention of actually using it. She knew some basic self defense even before taking up the life of a hunter and she’s been taking more in depth hand-to-hand combat lessons with Jody but a deep psychic reading will require all of her focus.

“You should come spar with me sometime, I’ll show you how to actually use that thing,” Claire teases her lightly, indicating the completely unthreatening grip Patience has on the crow bar.

“Quiet,” Patience hushes her but it does give her some encouragement to realize she knew exactly how Claire was gesturing without even opening her eyes. She’s really starting to get good at projecting her consciousness outward.

Or perhaps she’s just gotten too familiar with Claire’s body language.

Patience shakes the very distracting thought of Claire’s body out of her head and tries to center herself again.

“It could be useful, you know, practicing some fighting techniques,” Claire continues.

“You really want me to come beat you again?”

“That wasn’t a fair fight! You cheated,” Claire huffs.

“Anticipating your movements and reacting to them is just what fighting is,” Patiences says calmly, her eyes still closed and breathing even. “That’s not cheating.”

“It is when you’re psychic,” Claire rolls her eyes.

“Do you want me to focus or not? Reading the energy in this room is taking longer than it usually does.”

“Maybe you just have to have some patience,” Claire smirks.

Patience groans, “Your dad jokes are getting worse than Dean’s.”

She says it mostly to shut Claire up and it works because Claire stands there with her mouth gaping open, clearly taken aback.

“You love my dad jokes,” Claire eventually mutters, her arms crossed and an offended look marring her face.

Patience tries to clear her mind again. She’s been honing her gift through lessons with her grandmother, Missouri, who assures her she’s been getting better but focusing her powers still takes her a tremendous amount of energy and concentration. She wishes all visions could come to her as easily as the unprompted ones do. She frequently wonders if she’ll ever be able to access her powers with complete ease, the way her grandma seems to do. Her grandmother tells her (without her ever saying her fears out loud) that it will come with time and practice. Until then, she guesses she just has to struggle through.

With another deep inhale and a slow exhale, she sends her consciousness outward, into the house. Tapping into the house’s strange energy, she follows along in her mind to every corner and cranny, searching out to see if any object in the house has sentimental meaning attached. Sentimental objects always have a different aura.

She startles a little as she bumps up against a strange energy she’s not familiar with. It’s something dark and dangerous. This must be the ghost. It’s strange, to try to connect with the energies of a house and suddenly be connected to a sentient spirit but she supposes it must work differently with dead people. When she connects with the energy of a space, she is feeling out the memories of all that has happened there. What is a ghost but a memory that can speak for itself?

She tries to unobtrusively follow the spirit’s energy, searching for its source in the house. Her consciousness moves through room after room, trying to feel out where this specific energy is strongest.

She’s feeling out a long forgotten upstairs bedroom when suddenly she’s hit with a powerful wave of desperation. Being in this room is torture, being in this room is suffocating her, being in this room is killing her. She tries to quickly retract herself from the room but she can’t, she’s stuck there and she’s being filled with feelings of despair and grief and pain that don’t belong to her.

In the room where her body stands, the atmosphere is changing. The temperature is dropping and a strange wind that seems to come from nowhere is picking up.

“Patience?” Claire asks, lifting up her crowbar so it's ready to swing.

Patience can’t answer. Her voice has been stolen from her. She can’t even nod to let Claire know she’s alright. She can see her own body in the salt circle that Claire had made for her, but everything she is is trapped in the upstairs bedroom.

A shaky apparition appears and Claire swings through it, banishing it but only for a moment before it rematerializes on the other side of the circle. Claire lunges for it, swinging, and banishes it again only for it to appear on the other side of the room.

The room downstairs becomes more and more hostile as Patience tries to escape the bedroom and bring herself back to her own body. Small debris starts circling in the wind as Claire works to keep banishing the apparition every time it appears.

“Patience! Are you alright?”

If Patience had the ability to speak, she’d only scream.

Claire is desperately fending off every attack with her crowbar as the wind picks up, howling louder and louder. Patience knows that Claire is in trouble, she’s a fighter but even she can’t fight off something undead forever. She can hear Claire struggling, fighting as hard as she can to keep up with something that doesn’t even have a living body to tire out. Logically, she knows she needs to move, to help but she’s so outside of her own body, she feels only distantly aware of the danger they both face at this moment.

“PATIENCE!”

Patience hears Claire’s frantic shouting over the sound of the roaring wind but she can’t respond. She can see in her mind’s eye that the wind is wearing away at the careful salt line keeping her safe but she’s too overwhelmed by misery and heartache to move.

Claire is wildly swinging her crowbar at any apparition that appears and Patience is no longer trying to hear she is overcome with the need to be heard. The feeling is strange, it’s such a powerful need that it fills her up until she might burst but it doesn’t feel like a part of her.

She thinks back to the breathing techniques her grandma taught her and tries to bring herself back to her physical body. It’s only doing this that she realizes that this urgent need she is feeling isn’t her own emotion, it’s the ghost’s emotions.

Tears are streaming down her face now as she finally has enough control over herself to quietly whisper to the howling wind, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

She projects these feelings towards the being she can sense in the house, she tries to send them all of her compassion while repeating over and over again, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

She closes her eyes tight and focuses all her empathy towards the tormented spirit. The wind starts to die down, bits and chunks of debris clattering back down to the floor. The air is less chilly now, the energy less hostile. The only sound now is Claire panting for breath, still clutching her crowbar.

“I should bring you on all the ghost hunts,” Claire says breathlessly, eyes continuing to search the room for any hidden threat.

Her eyes wide open now that she’s back in her body, tears are streaming silently down her face and she can’t bring herself to answer. Claire looks over at her in the silence.

“Hey, hey,” Claire says, walking up to her. “It’s okay, we’re both okay.”

Patience gasps in deep as if it's the first breath she’s taken since she connected with the spirit. She’s trying to remember her grandma’s rules. Ground yourself, keep yourself breathing, keep yourself calm, keep yourself aware.

Claire reaches up and gently cradles Patience’s face in her hands, “Patience, are you okay?”

Patience manages to nod this time.

“Good,” Claire says softly, wiping some of Patience’s tears away with her thumbs. “Are you coming back to me?”

Patience is still unable to answer, her own heart several armies worth of battling emotions.

Claire lets her forehead fall against Patience’s. Claire takes deep, slow, deliberate breaths, her hands still tenderly cradling Patience’s face and shuffles closer until the toes of their shoes touch. Patience closes her eyes again but this time, instead of spreading her awareness out further, she narrows it to only the points where Claire is touching her. The warm place where their foreheads rest together, Claire’s hands around her face, Claire’s work boots pressed up against her own soft sneakers.

She follows Claire’s breath, matching her own breathing with it until she feels like she’s entirely back in her own body again.

“What happened here?” Patience breathes out but then almost immediately says, “No, never mind. Don’t tell me. There’s a—”

She steps abruptly away from Claire and Claire’s hands fall down to her sides, looking almost dejected in the way they hang. Patiences looks around the room helplessly, unable to believe that when she first walked in here, it had looked so ordinary to her. Now she sees it for what it really is: a prison.

Patience takes a deep breath and then says, “There’s a loose floorboard upstairs.”

“Something hidden in there?” Claire asks, still eyeing Patience carefully but willing to take the cue that Patience just wants to keep working. “Well, let’s go check it out.”

Claire takes the duffle and easily walks upstairs and to the bedroom. Patience has a much harder time forcing her physical self to cross the threshold of the bedroom but she follows Claire anyway, knowing that there will be no relief for the spirit she felt if they don’t find a way to release it.

Claire gestures to the room and Patience points to the floorboard she knows holds secrets.

“Huh, actually get to use this thing as a crowbar,” Claire says happily, prying up the floorboard with the crowbar.

Patience drops to her knees, reaching into the hole to find that the floorboard holds dozens of letters, yellowed with age.

“What happened here?” Patience asks again.

“Are you sure you really want to know?”

Patience nods.

“Daughter of a family that lived here in the early sixties, she committed suicide.”

Patience takes this information in. It feels right but also…not.

“The story goes that she went insane so the family had to keep her locked up,” Claire continues. “They kept her locked in this room so she wouldn’t hurt anyone else.”

“No, that’s not right,” Patience says and she’s not even sure where the words come from, only that she’s sure they’re true.

“That’s what all the neighbors said,” Claire says. “But most of it was just rumors, I think.”

“She loved someone and her parents didn’t approve,” Patience says, her fingers lightly tracing the letters. “They locked her away so she couldn’t run away with him. These are the only things she had with her, to give her hope.”

A breeze stirs in the room and Claire is on high alert again, tightly gripping her crowbar but Patience doesn’t feel any threat in the spirit’s action, only affirmation.

“We don’t have to burn all of them, do we?” Patience asks.

Claire’s silence speaks volumes. Patience gathers the letter to herself, holding them close, her thumbs running gently along the worn in folds.

Holding the letters tenderly, Patience quietly says to them, “You must have loved him so much. It’s not fair that you have to stay here.”

Claire bows her head, hands clasped together in front of her so tightly that Patience can see bright red splotches contrasting with too pale points where the blood hasn’t been allowed to flow to her fingers properly.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you. It isn’t right and it isn’t fair. It’s also not right for you to be trapped here even after death, so it’s time to say goodbye now,” Patience says to the letters and the house and anyone else who may be listening.

Placing them carefully on the floor, Patience looks up to Claire expectantly. Claire reaches into the duffle bag by her feet and digs out the salt and matches.

“Do you want to…?” Claire asks, offering her the materials.

“I’ll do the salt,” Patience says. She takes it from Claire and carefully spreads grains of salt on to each letter, making sure the salt passes over all the folds and creases, before gently setting them down on the floor again.

“Ready?” Claire asks.

“Ready,” Patience says quietly.

Claire strikes a match and it sounds startlingly loud in the quiet of the room. The flame burns bright and illuminates Claire’s fair face in an almost ethereal glow as she bends down to let the fire catch on the letters.

They watch in silence as the letters are reduced to ashes.

“Come on, let's get out of here,” Claire says, offering Patience her hand. Patience grabs Claire’s hand and uses it to sling Claire’s arm around herself, nestling close to Claire and snaking her own arm around Claire’s waist. It’s a little awkward, Claire a little unbalanced because of the heavy duffle in her other hand but Patience needs the reassurance, the warm body pressed to her side as confirmation that Claire is still right here with her, very much alive and reachable.

“You’re getting really good at that stuff,” Claire says.

“Yeah,” Patience says, fiddling a little with the zipper on Claire’s jacket because it’s the only thing within her reach to fiddle with.

They walk back to the car in silence, still glued to each other. Patience dreads the moment when they’ll have to separate to get into the car, even if it will be the briefest of moments before they can touch each other again.

Claire throws the duffle in the trunk while still attached to Patience but then they walk to their separate sides of the car, Claire to the driver’s seat and Patience to the passenger’s seat. After they’re settled, Patience reaches out a hand and Claire’s is there to meet her. There’s a heaviness hanging over the car as they both sit silent and still.

“Do you regret coming out here, doing all this with us?” Claire asks her suddenly.

She says the word us but Patience hears what she’s really asking. Do you regret being with me?

“No,” Patience says firmly. “It’s hard sometimes. A lot of the time, but there’s no place I’d rather be.”

Claire smiles at her and starts the car.

“Me, either,” Claire says and she throws the car into drive and points it towards home.

[mutxnts]

Fic meme: 22, 23, 24!

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene.

okay maybe don't read this oodly since it does have a bit of an aa4 spoiler KJLSDFKLJGDSKLJFG but this was one of my favorite fics to write this year, and also maybe the paragraphs i'm most proud of. from good old days:

“You look like a true defense attorney now,” Miles complimented with a warm smile. “Take a look for yourself.” He gestured toward the full-length mirror nearby, indicating for him to turn toward it now that his outfit was complete. Phoenix did just that. What he saw in the mirror wasn’t just a reflection of the outfit he was wearing, but was also a reflection of the man he’d once been—of the defense attorney he’d once been. But now he was older, made stronger by all the adversity he had faced in the past decade. The gray hair at his temples showed clear signs of aging, and there was a certain weariness in his eyes that seemed to have been a permanent fixture since his disbarment, but the attorney’s badge on his chest still shone proudly in the face of all that. He had grown and changed so much as a person since the last time he had worn his attorney’s badge, and yet who he was at his core remained unchanged. He was still the same Phoenix Wright that cared about finding the truth and believing in people when no one else did.

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph that you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

okay it's kind of stupid but this part from sweet, sweet bliss was challenging to me:

“Hmm… pancakes sound good,” he answered. And then, because he couldn’t resist teasing his boyfriend to get him worked up, he added, “Along with a side of bacon, eggs, and toast, perhaps. And a parfait, don’t forget that.”

i don't know why but i always struggle with food in fics? i'm always trying to decide if it's like, a normal dish to have or if it's too fancy or not something that the character would be able to make. or, if it's even something people normally eat KJSKJFDGSJKDFG and don't get me started on writing restaurant scenes, i am always so bad at deciding what a character would order so i try to be vague about it 😭 idk why food is such a challenge to me but it is jskdfgjkldfjkldfg

24. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

hmmm, i think one of the things that surprised me the most while working on a fic is that i actually had an idea for how i could make hot, sticky, sweet (warning that is an explicit fic) into a two-parter instead of just a one shot. i've never written anything that wasn't a one shot, so the fact that i had ideas for how to continue the story surprised me. i wasn't sure if i was going to actually write the second part or not, but it did reshape the way i ended that fic. i had like 3 different ideas for the ending, but decided in the end to go with something more opened ended in case i ever came back to it and wanted to write that second part. (and surprisingly, i did start working on the second chapter!)

[oculusxcaro]

🌸 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last few blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. 🌸

Thanks for sending this! Slipping this under the cut because it's OOC! 🐸

(Hello there! Thanks for sending this to me and I'm so sorry it's taken so long to answer! It's... hard to answer because I don't feel like I'm a very interesting person so facts are hard to give? Okay, umm. I met J.ames M.arsters in Wales a LONG time ago. I have the enzyme that thinks 'soap' when it comes to cilantro/coriander in dishes making some meals impossible to enjoy! Back when I lived in London. I took care of an injured Ring-necked dove. It had been hit by a car and didn't look like it was going to make the night but it survived. Fed it sweetcorn and peas which it loved and soon made a full recovery. After I released it, it kept coming back and brought it's mate along for a couple of years until we moved away. I still miss my little bird friend but it's been ten years since then so maybe it's descendants are still visiting?)

[passionfruitbowls]

6,7, and 17 for the writer's ask game!

6. What is your darkest fear about writing? i would say it’s the possibility that my writing will never be “good enough” for a wider audience (then again, we’re all our own worst critics, aren’t we? 😅) and that i’ll never have the time or motivation to finish a novel or any other kind of literary work

7. What is your deepest joy about writing? the fact that it’s a way of telling the world that i have something to say, whether it’s as simple as “hey here are some characters from a show i love wouldn’t it be great if they held hands and kissed” or a commentary on a current issue!! i love using words to make myself heard and i also love hearing what people think of my ideas and opinions <3

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text. i hope you don’t mind me talking about a slightly older wip, since most of mine have been on the back burner for a while due to finals XD basically i came up with an idea for an ml fic in which adrien attends a masked ball for people who are in paris’ high society/the wealthy elite and…get this…ladybug is there as a guest of honour!! mind-blowing, right? and of course the two of them inadvertently end up dancing together at some point, then decide to find a more private place to chat since they don’t want to draw attention to themselves…there may or may not be a bit of nervous flirting and a cheek kiss ;)

this is the very beginning of the fic, which i wrote in… *checks the version history and looks away out of embarrassment* november 2020. damn.

[direwombat]

Hmm, how about Syb and Faith for the ship ask?

i've answered this one here, but it'd most likely be one of those things where faith gaslights and girlbosses syb into thinking syb is rescuing faith, when in actuality, faith is just turning syb into her bodyguard against the resistance. big princess (faith) and knight (syb) vibes. syb would find a sense of purpose in protecting faith, but it wouldn't provide her with the same kind of comfort she gets with jacob (knowing that he'd also protect her). she'd be doing most of the work and heavy lifting in that relationship to be sure

[self-ships-ahoy]

5, 7, and 8 for whoever you're feelin!

70s/80s Songs-Based Ship Meme

After much internal debate, I have decided to go with Sigma on this one. Despite what I said about wondering if Synthia is more oc than s/i, I'm still sticking with first person for now.

5: Billy Joel - The Longest Time: What effect do you imagine you would have on your F/O? Do you think that you would influence how they think of things, their interests, or how they react to things? Do you think they would try different things because of you?

Aside from helping him become more stable and safe in his own mind? I think we influence each other a lot through all the discussions we've had over the years; we both like to wonder and hypothesize and consider viewpoints. I influence him to come down to earth and enjoy little moments, as much as he's expanded my range of thinking (both works in progress lol). I think if I can make a good case for something, I can convince him to try something new, though it's probably not new for me. More than anything, I think I've given him hope for himself and us and the future, and that he still deserves love and care after everything that's happened to him.

...I may have also influenced his opinion on marine life. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

7: Daryl Hall & John Oates - Out of Touch: What conceptual or intangible things do you associate with your F/O? (eg., colors, music, scents, times, etc)

Well, space for one XD Seriously, I see space pics or facts or anything like that and I think of him. I also sort of associate him with classical/dark academia stuff; I listened to a lot of that while trying to accept my feelings lol. And I think he's in a similar spot with Medic, where anything pertaining to his home country reminds me of him. That's kind of it for now, but I'm sure more associations will come in time!

8: Elton John - I’m Still Standing: What’s a song you enjoy (one that you didn’t pick up from them, if applicable) that you think your F/O would also like?

Well, seeing how he didn't mind Lucio's music (more so to have something drowning out The Melody, but he did say he was a fan because of it and the songs were "delightfully" distracting). He might pick up synthwave from me, or...what's it called, chillwave? Something electronic that provides a good earworm you can sleep to (as opposed to ones you can't....or is that just me). I'd recommend lofi, but I think he wants something he can work or think to, and lofi's really for relaxing. And I wanna avoid something with a heavy base bc of @/pearsaregrossfightme's funny post where he subconsciously controlled gravity to rise and fall to the beat of a cool song he vibed with. He probably reacts to music the same way I do, on an autistic level - give me a good song and I just feel it in my core.

To pick a specific song, Maybe Descend (Emil Rottmayer), or the more famous Resonance (HOME) - something from Electronic Gems that you put on in the background to help you concentrate while studying and stuff.

[gojohatemail]

@jamesfiance @l33chez

Hiiiii :3 thank you both, mixing this into one post for easy answering! ALso, sorry it took me forever to answer these, low energy things ya know <3

-be mine — how would they react to you flirting with them, do they get flustered? flirt back?

-In the beginning, neither of us knew the other was flirting. We Are Oblivious, me more so. You HAVE to tell me you're flirting with me, or I'll just think you're being nice. Adachi's the same. We're also just not used to it, so when we both realized what the other was doing, we were pretty flustered. Normally Adachi does flirt back though.

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-darling — what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

-Neither of us have anything really fancy. Even Adachi's suit isn't "fancy" it's his work clothes, really. Really, around Inaba, we'd just wear something casual and comfy around. Adachi's always happy to wear simple jeans, and I like not having to wear long sleeves.

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-sweets — what’s their favorite valentines-esque food? (think anything you’d get in that seasonal aisle at the grocery store!)

-We're both chocolate lovers! All the flavored chocolates around this time, like strawberry and raspberry, are my favorite! Adachi really just like a simple milk, maybe a dark, chocolate. He's never gotten chocolate before, so he was really surprised to get some from me, dating or not.

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-date night — describe your ideal date with them! spare no expense, realism to the wind, what’s your dream outing?

-More like date weekend. Adachi wants to take me to Tokyo. He wants to show me the city, eat at a good restaurant, get a good hotel. He wants to show me how much more fun the city is compared to the country side. I'm not very good at planning these kinds of things, but he'd have it all taken care of.

[lutavero]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Hi Lauren!! Thank you so much for sending this in! (and forgive me for being a month late answering this 💀)

Quite possibly one of my fav ever sets is the TK 'feral cat' Strand set. Like it's just such a fun fan concept and I just had so much fun doing it, with all the cat silhouettes and arrows and blending.

The next one is another TK set. The 2nd gif just looks so cool, despite me using one of the most basic effects. I also adore the quote so much, and it was quite possibly the first time I used the 'outer text line moved-up' trick too!

Another older one, the Jaskier pastel rainbow set. The very first time I truly tried a color palette set and it just came out so nicely???

This Gwyn set I made for one of the appreciation weeks. I'm just really happy about how this color combo turned out. Also, the middle gif was just so much fun to make and it looks so cool!

This older Clary Fray set. It was such a big leap from my usual comfort zone since I mostly work with blues.

This Tarlos s3 set. Like I said, orange/yellow and red are just so hard for me to color but they just felt more fitting for this set and I also tried to do something I never/hardly did before. I'm super proud of how the typography and blending turned out!! And then the 3x18 gif... 💖💖

[spiritofahtohallan]

“You are so beautiful.”

Elsa didn't get to leave the castle as often as she'd like to. Being the queen of Arendelle she had a lot of responsibilities to tend to and she was still getting used to living a life with open doors.

Today though had been an unusally slow day and she had therefore decided to seize the opportunity that had been presented to her. Stepping outside in what felt for the first time in forever since her coronation, Elsa smiled as she felt the sun on her face and breathed in the fresh air, reminding herself that she really had to do this more often.

Strolling around Arendelle, taking in the sights of her beautiful kingdom and stopping at a stand to view some flowers she was thinking of buying for Anna, Elsa was pulled out of her thoughts by a tiny voice.

"I - Oh thank you so much" She replied, a smile forming on her lips, "You're very pretty yourself" Elsa complimented the child.

"Are you from Arendelle? I don't think I have seen you around here before" she inquired, "then again I don't get to leave the castle as often as I'd like to".

[eli-writes-sometimes]

Happy STS! What are your characters' favorite songs? Bonus: Why that song?

Hey Tori! Thanks for the ask, sorry it too so long to get to!

This is actually something I've thought about quite a lot for the main characters of Five Man Band, as I wrote a little short story about thhem winning a akaraoke contest at the agency they worl at, so I'll answer with them!

Riley - he's a sucker for sweater weather by the neighbourhood - back before the story started, him and his (now dead) girlfriend used to sing it together, and listening to it reminds him of her, so he loves

Niamh - she loves older music, and she'll listen to voulez-vous by abba on repeat whenever she can

Ash - because of her fire powers, she's obsessed with songs about fire and she loves rock music, so she loves my songs know what you did in the dark (light em up) by fall out boy

Kai - he would probably say that he listens to too much music to have a favourite, but he loves will wood, and his favourite is laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!)

Phoenix - they're a musical nerd, and their favourite song is either flowers or wedding song from hadestown - they wouldn't be able to choose, and I can't either

Thanks for the ask!