#thank you for the ask my dear!

[softquietsteadylove]

Another drama for the runaway bride? Maybe Eros really comes over and tries to get Thena back? And it comes to the point where Gil has to intervene 😃

Gil cracked the reins on the horse again, forcing the poor creature onward. But he knew where he needed to go, and he needed to get there before Eros did. "Come on!"

The horse voiced its concern but sped through the trees and towards the higher roads. He was heading in almost the opposite direction really. But the road for horses spiralled down the mountain. He needed to get to the steepest part, where he could cut him off.

He had Thena.

Gil had been out on his usual day. He was meeting his quotas. He had actually been staying out a little longer than necessary. Everyday, after he had fulfilled the work he needed to do for payment, he would find some good trees and work on getting boards and beams from them.

He wanted to expand the cabin. He wanted it to feel like a home for Thena as much as him. And while she was quite at home, he wanted to make more of a house than his open bodied bachelor hut. He would add onto the cabin's end and make a real, proper bedchamber for them. Maybe he could even add a bath room, if the winter was late this year.

He was just heading home when he heard it--the sound of hooves. He had taken off in a sprint towards home. He didn't hear the loud rattling of a carriage on the road, and there wasn't a whole infantry this time either. But the running of a horse was unmistakable.

When he did get home, he had found the door open, Thena's berry basket on the porch and its contents spilled everywhere, as if she had been dragged away by the ankles. The tracks of the horse were fresh. He knew what he had to do. Her captor being on horse was a good thing. No one could navigate the woods well enough to run a creature through it. He had moved around the side of the house. The guard sent with the prince - and to apprehend Gil, no doubt - was waiting in the garden for him.

Gil didn't like violence. He was a peaceful man. But he picked up the shovel and struck the man with such force that the metal against his helmet sounded like canon fire. The man went down and Gil had taken his horse without a second thought.

He was no rider, but he knew what he had to do.

Now, he was barrelling towards a cliffside, waiting for their paths to align. He had to time it right. And he couldn't risk Thena getting seriously hurt in the process. His timing had to be perfect.

As he began to see the road laid out below, curving along with the shape of the mountain, he heard it. He craned his head backwards. A horse was speeding down the road, right in the middle of it. The prince was riding with one hand on his reins and another over his shoulder.

Thena was slung over it, bound like a wild boar he had captured (disgraceful treatment of a lady).

Either he couldn't hear her over the two horses unknowingly racing each other, or she was gagged as well as bound. For a prince, he had truly treated Thena the way a barbarian would.

Gil pulled back on his reins, only slightly. He had to get this right. He patted the horse's neck, muttering his apologies to it. Poor thing didn't deserve what was about to happen. But it was for a good cause.

Eros rounded the bend swiftly, Thena in hand. Of course, with such a sharp curve, and at the speed he was travelling, he had to take it as widely as possible. Gil watched until he was at the thinnest part of the road, closest to the edge.

He cracked the reins.

The horse brayed, screaming as it leapt over the edge of the elevation and plummeted over the edge, legs flailing. Gil reached out, plowing into the prince from behind and wrapping his arms around Thena. It was chaos, everything hurt and his eyes were barely open. But he wrapped his arms around her and kept rolling.

The two horses lay in the road, crying out in distress and probably pain. Gil dragged him and Thena both off the edge and below the road. Somehow, they managed to slither into the trunk of a tree. It was a very familiar tree, with a base large and hollow enough for someone to use as shelter. It was tight with both of them.

"Thena?!"

Gil held her head against his shoulder as Eros wailed for her. He had thought the prince a spoiled and perhaps delicate creature. But listening to him bellow her name with rage in his bones, perhaps he was a man of drive after all.

"Thena!!!"

Gil worked on the rope around Thena's wrists. He would let Eros tire himself out up there. If he didn't fully know what happened, all the better. He could scream his head right off his shoulders. He pulled the cloth from within her mouth like a horse's bridle. He whispered, "Thena?"

She winced, but her sparkling green eyes opened. Her mouth opened but he pressed it against his chest again.

"I know you're there, lumberjack!"

Thena's newly unbound hands clutched at him. He held her tightly. They could keep running as long as they needed, as far as he was concerned. He would sooner burn down the cabin - his life's work - and start anew somewhere than hand Thena over to that cretin.

"Your highness!"

It was harder to hear as the new voice joined them. The two men spoke amongst themselves, the guard no doubt explaining how he had been assailed and woken up to his horse missing. Eros knew he had something to do with it, but there was no substantial evidence that he had. Right now, it just seemed that a horse had gotten spooked and run right over the edge in its panic.

"Another day, Thena dear!" Eros promised in a menacing tone (at least Gil found it very menacing). He was hovering close to the edge, looking into the woods below for evidence of his escaped prey.

"Your highness, what of the horse?"

There was a long pause, and then Eros was yelling again. "Put it down! And next time you see the lumberjack, do exactly the same!"

Thena clutched at him again but he rubbed her back. He was quite sure Eros didn't have that kind of mettle to him. Even if he did, that would have to be addressed at a later date. He held her still, waiting until there no sounds of distressed horses, or the clatter of armour and swords. He waited much longer than that.

Eventually he shifted. His legs were all pins and needles. Even if they had laid a trap for them, he doubted they were going to wait all night. He shifted Thena in his arms, pressing his finger to her lips. Even if they were waiting, they couldn't know she was with him.

Gil crawled out of the tree, looking around furtively as a fawn with every movement. He peeked up the hill, trying to determine if their hunters were lying in wait. He crawled on his belly, through the pine needles and twigs. He made it to the road's edge.

The horse was gone. Perhaps Eros was more bluster than substance after all. Gil had to admit he hoped the horse would not be put down for what he had demanded of it. He slid back down to their tree shelter.

Thena looked at him, tears in her eyes.

He just nodded, holding out his hand for her. It was a long walk if they took the roads. Her feet were bare, proving that they had broken into the cabin and snatched her away.

She crawled out to join him, collapsing into his chest. He rubbed her back, letting her sob into his shirt. What a fright for his runaway bride to have. And he had failed to protect her, yet again.

They made it back to the road, at least. He looked at Thena, who seemed completely in a daze. Her feet were covered in mud from the road, probably scratched and wounded all over again. He would prepare one of her favourite foot baths when they got home.

Would it still feel like home to her? After having been taken from its very steps?

Gil moved deftly, sweeping her up into his arms so she wouldn't have to walk a single more step. She didn't say anything as he looped her arm around the back of his neck. He didn't say anything either, although he looked at her as her fingers touched his cheek.

"Are you hurt?"

He smiled faintly. Her voice was steady, if a little raw. "No, I'm not hurt. Are you?"

She shook her head, looking at him like she had never seen him before he had fallen from the sky. "I tried to call for you, but he put that cloth in my mouth. I scratched him."

Gil examined the mix of blood an dirt under her delicate fingernails. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple, "that's my girl."

She let out something resembling a laugh as well, resting her head more comfortably on his shoulder. "What will we do, Gil? Will they keep coming after us?"

"I don't know, sweetheart." It was a pitiful offering. But it was his most honest one.

"I don't want to leave our home."

"I know." He didn't particularly want to either. But perhaps that would be best for his runaway bride.

"I'm surprised claiming we were married had no effect. I thought surely if Eros thought you'd already had me that he would no longer have any interest."

Gil blushed. He would also assume something like that, honestly. But clearly Eros either didn't believe her or didn't care even if it was true. But surely if they were married, there was nothing he nor her father could do.

They had to find a way to wed.

[appalesbian]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

1. I love to cook and i'm pretty good at it! my enchiladas are always a crowd favorite :)

2. I have successfully completed the 100 baby challenge in the Sims 4 (pre-infant update though so not quite as impressive)

3. I'm currently saving up to go back to school and get my sex therapy certification! idk if it'll happen this year but you never know🤷🏻‍♀️

[renegadeknight]

Ooh what's Safe Haven? <3

Hello! Safe Haven is a modern au that came about from chatting with @marceltheshellwithflipflopson ! it's Joel meets new/young mom Anna and then keeps running into her until they eventually fall into a weird little happy family together.

It started with Joel finding Ellie hiding in the pancake section of the store and then my brain did what it always does and started filling in a whole plot to get them to the happy little family part so I might not have the # of wips that bumble does (affectionate) but the few I do have always explode into longer multi chapter fics 😅

you can find some snips on my pinned post if you like!

the game

[skywalking-through-life]

I think the sparring thing is pretty spot on lololol

(in reference to your recent headcannon post)

Lolololol, thank you very much. Honestly, I think I can admit to this being one of my favorite percabeth headcanons in general - I've already written it once, and I can practically guarantee I am going to write it again. 😂

I will take any percabeth sparring prompts/requests, because I am literally ALWAYS down to write that - sfw, and NSFW, lol.

[hells-most-powerful-overlord]

No bitches

Bully Anon

What now?

[nightofnyx8]

Hello friend :)

For the fanfic writer ask game:

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

and

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written! (Maybe trying to get a sneak peek hehe)

Have a nice evening!

Hello my dear friend! Thank you so much for these wonderful questions!

15. I like short, symbolic titles. One striking image that perfectly encapsulates the fic that's also easy to remember. The Woman in Red and many of my royai fics fit into that category. A lot of them have lyrics from songs in them, like As Time Goes By (a popular song during WW2) and i'd risk it all just to be with you. Some are from poems (marriage in a bottle and if the stars could speak), and some are from book titles (All the Things We Cannot Say). My favorite fic title would probably have to be Song of the Raven, as one of the recurring symbols in that fic is music. "Raven" is a term used during the Cold War to describe a male agent who obtained sensitive information through the act of sex. Each of the chapters from Loid's POV in that fic are musical terms to fit the motif.

9. I unfortunately don't have the time to write every day, especially during the school year. I work best when I have a few hours blocked out for it, usually during the weekends or at the very end of the day. Though there is the rare occasion that inspiration strikes at 2 AM and I get no sleep whatsoever (often when my best writing happens though, for some unknown reason).

Here's a sneak peak for the next chapter of As Time Goes By!

[crownleys]

Sun, earth, seedling for Kira? :D :D :D

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Kira is 100% a morning person. She'll be up at the crack of dawn most days, to get an early morning run in before work! 🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them? Absolutely. It's as easy as breathing. There's nothing more important to her, including her own self, than her loved ones.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

This one was honestly really really hard, because I think a lot of things would stand out to her from her childhood! She carries her past kind of heavily. One memory that comes to mind, however, that would 100% stand out sharply for her would be her 10th birthday I think. I always liked the idea it was one of the few her grandparents were able to attend, and they gifted her a massive dollhouse of a Victorian-style home -- the fancy kind that's fully furnished with real wooden furniture and can open up or close fully. It would have been one of the things that sparked her love of antiques!

[innerslumber]

Oh Navya, you must tell me more about this Marine Biologist Enemies to Lovers AU story you have going. ☺️💞

Hello Mel!!!! Thank you for the ask!!!

Okay, so I was going through a few different ideas but what I ultimately settled on was that Bucky and Steve are both marine biologists and rivals/nemesis in their fields. They don't actually know each other very well but they went to rival schools, other scientists are constantly comparing them and there mayyyy have been a few passive aggressive academic peer reviews.

But they end up on the same boat for an expedition because of grant/funding issues and also because their work can overlap and probably help both of their research. They are NOT enthused about this but the choice has been taken out of their hands.

And it's definitely a meet ugly because there has now been years of assumptions and petty shit talking and they are just being assholes to each other. Meanwhile the rest of the crew see the writing on the wall and a betting pool starts to see when they finally just fuck it out.

Unfortunately, both Bucky and Steve learn about the bet and refuse to give into the sexual tension because that's LOSING so fuck that!

But Bucky thinks he's going to go catatonic because Steve is allergic to clothes and constantly just walks around in tiny shorts or lounging with an open wetsuit.

And if it was just lust, Bucky could handle it but Steve turns out not to be the arrogant prick he thought was. He's a great team leader, knowledgeable and so fucking competent. That drives Bucky up the wall because he has a competency kink a mile wide.

As for Steve, he thought Bucky was going to just lock himself in the lab and be a demanding jerk who won't be a team player. Instead, Bucky is right there with everyone getting dirty and working his ass off even though he has less field experience than Steve. And Steve will swallow knives before he admits it but he loves how Bucky's face lights up when he talks about his work. Because it's so obvious how much Bucky cares about the ocean, its creatures, and wants to protect everything about it.

Something will eventually give of course but who's going to trip up first? 😏😏😏

[thatndginger]

Happy Saturday!

Please share with me something about your recent writing that you are proud of. It can be a line you are proud of writing, an idea, progress you’ve made, anything.

Heya Avra! Happy Saturday!

So the thing I'm really proud of right now isn't entirely related to writing, but it has a big impact on it. I spent about 6 months off my meds for various reasons, and during those six months I didn't do hardly anything with my writing. My Conspiracy Wall went neglected, my desk piled up with all kinds of random detritus, my google docs looked like a drought-stricked desert...

BUT! I'm back on my meds now, and I'm creating again! I spent about a week updating and expanding the Shapeshifter Conspiracy Wall, I finally sat down and pulled together all the little notes I've scattered around in the last six months, and I've made some pretty good headway on solidifying the worldbuilding of some key parts of the Shapeshifter world. I haven't gotten to actually adding to the draft yet - I think that will have to wait until I'm no longer working 26 of my 36 weekly work hours in the span of two days (one more week!).

I'm proud of my ability to bounce back, and to delve back into something that for a while just made me kinda sad because I couldn't really enjoy it. I'm proud of the progress I've managed to make in a short amount of time being fully 'back in' ^.^

[koholintz]

they’re the family ever

[i-got-da-rubes]

“Thank you for asking what nobody else did.

What not even I considered.”

Drawn with my non-dominant hand.

[rakiah]

so i read that lions will follow females they're interested in and this gave me an idea for a funny scenario:

leona peacefully taking his nap, waking up the instant he hears vil's voice, and instinctively trying to get up before actively stoping himself while cursing his cat instincts

probably the moment he goes "fuck i'm in love with him aren't i?"

Give me more time and I’ll do a short comic about that cause this prompt is gold ✨

[appalesbian]

12!

12. Are there any clichés or tropes that you actively avoid in your fics?

Hmm. Personally I don’t really vibe with the characterization of Korra as like ~swaggering playboy with big top energy~ that I know is pretty popular in the fandom, so I generally stay away from it in my writing. No judgement if that’s your thing, hypothetical reader! It just doesn’t make a lot of sense to me so I don’t write it🤷🏻‍♀️

[renegadeknight]

11 & 15 for the ask game 💋

hiiiiiii Lauren ❤️

11. a WIP you'd like to finish someday

aside from the obvious answer of stubborn love, I have a Joel and Ellie get separated by the fireflies as they're approaching SLC, they whisk her away to an alternate location to start working on a cure and leave Joel for dead on the side of the road WIP that I'm really excited about!

15. favorite weather for writing

you're gonna hate this lol (or maybe not cause it would make you want to stay home?) but I want it like 50 degrees and grey and raining, so peaceful, bonus points for a thunderstorm but we don't get those very often

fic writer ask game!

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[hells-most-powerful-overlord]

Did you just call me a deer.

(This is what you get for pointing out my typo)

I believe Angel called it a typing quirk

It’s a pun, it’s more entertaining this way