#vannah talks writing

[akaakeis]

Vannah lovely!! would you match my freak??? possibly?? maybe??

How dare you back up Ave <//3 you're both wrong <3 technically all three of you are wrong! I don't have a nice voice, you can take it up with the council!

I would like to know if you have any wips you're excited for :3

-kai <3

kai dear!! i'll absolutely match your freak <3

me and ave are CORRECT the council had come to that conclusion yesterday (we are the council)

aaaa i think i may have mentioned this before but i don't take days to write my works!! i sit down and write, edit, etc. all within the same day </3 but i do have some ideas that im particularly excited about!

a second part to us without me :3 we find out that hinata had met eden long before he had moved + he had been in love with them for a while before breaking up w yn

ive had this one on my mind for ages now but its just suna + yn spending a late night together talking about their pasts and listening to music off of suna's cds (which he collects!!!)

thank u kai <3 check your inbox later today 🙂‍↕️

[bakery-anon]

♪ positivity prime time! share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile ♪

Ave ilysm <333 thank you for sending this to me 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Three people I care deeply about [tumblr edition]!!!

You! (Ave) You were one of my first mutuals on tumblr and I’m very grateful for it. You didn’t have to respond to me, hell you didn’t even have to follow me back but you did. You wrote One Summer Day and I just needed to tell you how much I loved it (and still do, guys please I have brainrot and it’s her fault). Thank you for making me feel special, when I’m sad you send me things to cheer me up and I’m so appreciative of that. You remind me of drinking hot coco with friends and going to fall markets. Talking with you feels like a warm hug from someone you haven’t seen in a while. You never make me feel like I’m annoying you or that you would literally be doing anything else than talking to me and I’m so happy for that. Thank you for continuing to be my friend and look over my essays and let me ramble to you about things. Thank you for being my biggest supporter <3 I love you Ave, thank you for being my friend. (I hope writing goes well and that you did a good job on your presentation you had <3)

Vannah! My lovely!!! You’re one of my newer friends but that doesn’t discredit how much you mean to me! <3 you’re an amazing person and truly one of my biggest hype people be it for something I’ve written or for homework. You remind me of a cozy blanket, talking with you makes me feel all warm and wrapped up. Thank you for listening to my rambles and finding a way to make me happy when I’m sad. I hope you won’t be too hard on yourself, remember it’s okay to take breaks and admit that things are hard! You’re so funny too, out conversations make me giggle so much bcs we’ll both say outrageous things and make each other laugh. Thank you for being my friend Vannah I love you <3 (I hope homework goes well and your test! You got this <3)

Ness! You’re also one of my newer friends on here!!! I appreciate and love you deeply!!! <333 you make me giggle and kick my feet. Our DM’s are such a safe cozy space, we yap so much and I want to thank you for allowing me to feel comfortable to do that. Thank you for making me feel loved and cared for. You didn’t have to answer my first ask and have a yap session with me but you did and I’m thankful for it everyday. Thank you Ness for making me feel loved and safe. You remind me of watching my favorite movie (The Princess Bride). Talking with you helps melt my stress away and I forget I was even sad when we yap. Thank you for being such a lovely amazing person. Thank you for being my friend and trusting me to let me be your friend too. I love you Ness!!! <333 (I hope your wrist feels better)

Q gets an honorary mention bcs they have tumblr now lol <3 omg guys I’m gonna try not to ramble too much for this one bcs I need content for my Christmas letter I’m giving them. Q, you’re lovely and I’m so happy that you’re my friend. We only met just last year but we’ve made so many memories together that it feels like longer. You’re a joy to be around, I know you don’t feel like it all the time but I enjoy just sitting in silence with you. You’re my support and I know that I can go to you for anything, thank you for letting me be myself. For letting me lay on you, and ramble about things you don’t care about, and convincing me to do and try things I normally wouldn’t. You remind me of dancing in the kitchen bcs it’s something we’ve done. You find new ways to make me laugh and I’m so grateful for you. There’s a certain calmness that envelops me when we hang out and I get really sleepy. I heard that when you feel safe around someone you get sleepy because you don’t feel the need to be on alert. I love you Q and can’t wait to make more memories with you <3

(guys I love all of my moots <3 there should be a button that like sends all of your moots a notification telling you how much you love them).

[manuchyy]

a FRANCIS X TALL!READER X NICK headcannon.

genre: romance

warnings: cussing, mentions of gore, blood, and death.

author's note: hello dear anon! I hope you like this hc I made! I know I'm not a professional at this but I tried my best. I have been struggling to write anything at all so I apologize if it's not enough :( I can totally work on part two who knows...

FRANCIS AND NICK FIGHT OVER TALL READER

You were picked on, that’s for sure.

You've been teased for being tall since you were young. People found it acceptable at times, but not always. You couldn't please everyone or yourself all of the time. It had been an exhausting journey of hearing others talk behind your back or giving you strange stares because of your height. It felt as if you were an anomaly in society.

You disliked being tall sometimes, it could make life a bit harder.

Your height wasn't usually an issue, but it may be a hassle since certain things were just too small for you. It got on your nerves. You weren’t too tall, however, any tall person would have difficulties in life, be it with clothes or jewelry. 

The green Flu was unexpected.

At this stage, jewelry or clothing would not be your primary focus. Now, your life came first, and it was constantly on a razor's edge. As long as you can remember, the Green Flu stormed in and crushed everything, and your entire existence was flipped upside down in seconds. You were at your Savannah apartment, near the Vannah Hotel. You read about a mystery sickness that decimated Pennsylvania just a few days ago. You heard a beating on your door, and they were already inside before you could open it. They might have picked up the smell of you.

You figured they were what the sites and rumors said, infected with mutated rabies. CEDA wasn’t helpful in delivering information on them, you guessed, so the public did. You saw one video of Fairfield, a person running from them in pure horror. It had been said that any fatal injuries would put them down, so that’s what you did, you followed your instincts and tried for a kitchen knife.

The knife got one down, with one blow to the chest. You were slightly taller than these…infected, which made it slightly easier to fight them. The other two scratched at you, they got your arms and belly in the process and god did it hurt. You decided to push past them and run instead, if you stayed any longer, they could potentially do worse damage.

You ran to an evacuation center and met a good soul. 

You sprinted as far as your legs could carry you, your lungs burned from the exertion, and your breathing became more labored. You came to a halt when you noticed a few cars driving past and helicopters flying above in the same direction as the cars. You followed them till you arrived at one of the evacuation centers.

Luck wasn’t on your side, however. This evacuation had been moved to the Vannah Hotel due to the proximity of the infected to that zone. You gripped at your hair in panic and just followed the soldier's instructions. You were redirected to the Vannah Hotel in a bus full of people, the CEDA officer driving it completely ignoring the blood on your shirt or scratches on your arms. 

Good management of security.

The bus arrived at the Vannah Hotel, but you were turned away as you approached the entrance due to issues with your arms and bloodied self. They weren't allowed to shoot you, but when they inquired for directions, a ruckus occurred inside, diverting your attention away from the street. The infected followed and people turned inside. You all scrambled while soldiers shot at the infected, your heart accelerating. 

You dashed up the stairs as an explosion in the kitchen blew your ears off and shook parts of the structure. You collapsed to the ground as others climbed by you, unconcerned about whether or not you were wounded. The scratches on your arms itched and burned, and you coughed as smoke rose up from the set of stairs. 

You felt like giving up until a woman came up to you and pulled you up to your feet despite your height. She was much smaller than you but seemed to have good cardio. The woman and you took shelter in one of the rooms to wait until the ruckus outside was over, despite the fire spreading. 

Her name was Rochelle. She was a reporter, you understood, working here at CEDA’s evacuation and reporting everything. 

You eventually, meet the others in the Vannah Hotel as the evacuation is moved there

You and Rochelle stayed in the room for minutes until all the commotion outside was over. Both of you exited the bedroom and went over to the set of stairs again where you met three other people. A younger and shorter-looking man with a yellow shirt, a buff football teacher with a purple and yellow shirt, and a…man in an expensive suit. How fitting.

You snorted to yourself. He looked at you the same way kids would whenever they saw you. Although you saw something else in his eyes. Disgust. You figured it was because of all the blood on you, considering his suit was all white and tidy. 

The other three were more welcoming when it came to you. You all ran up the set of stairs to the last floor on the roof - while Coach fought for his life to go up the stairs, the suited man making a comment on how the helicopter was made of chocolate? Now that’s just rude.

Nick was disgusted by the blood, but enamored by you. The truth hurt.

Nick, the con man, was not a romantic type. He was well-known for it. There was a reason why his marriage failed. But it irritated him how smitten he was with you. Truth be told, your height caught his attention, but god did it make you all the more beautiful. It was eye-catching, it fit your frame very well and it gave you such a confident posture. You were gorgeous, and he hated himself for even looking at you that way.

You two started on the wrong foot too, he made a snarky comment about your height to mask his liking for it and you got offended, and you bit back at him. With time, however, you two hit it off very well and you began to like his company. No matter how annoying his attitude may be sometimes.

Rayford is the town of love, apparently. You meet three others and Ellis falls in love while something else begins to occur.

You encountered another party from Philadelphia when you arrived in Rayford after departing Savannah in Jimmy Gibs' vehicle. Zoey, a young student, Louis, an analyst, and Francis a tough biker man with a stylish vest. 

To be honest, Francis was the one who drew your attention out of the three. His attitude and approach were highly unique, reminding you of Nick in some ways. 

Louis was a nice guy, his welcoming words made you feel safe while Zoey just looked hurt. You guessed she went through a lot to get from Philadelphia to Rayford. Ellis on the other hand, completely fell in love with the girl, expressing it to all of your team.

Francis had never fallen so hard. In love.

Like Nick, Francis wasn’t one for romance. One-time stands were enough for him and that’s about it. But when he saw you, something in him twisted at his chest. You were the tallest on your team and very good-looking. That was not all, your voice also made him melt. The way you spoke, the way you moved, your height so eye-catching, your body, everything about you was perfect. 

And he loved that.

Zoey caught up to it as soon as he spoke about you the first time and boy was she annoyed. She tried to motion to you ‘him? Really?’ and you brushed it off as a joke. She was serious. Zoey could not understand how this would even work. Francis just shut her up by saying she had Ellis to worry about.

You are so confused, what is all of this talk?

You thought Zoey tried to joke around with you, perhaps she took note of the way you looked at Francis - similar to the way you looked at Nick for a while now - and made a comment on it. You didn’t think much of it, however.

The group from Philadelphia joins your team and Francis and Nick immediately hit it off on the wrong foot.

You were shocked when you walked in on Francis and Nick at each other's faces one day. Francis pushed Nick off of him with both of his arms and snarled at him before leaving the room. Nick just stood there in shame, said nothing, and left. 

They had been doing this for a few days now, spitting at each other, making snarky remarks or straight-up fighting and you couldn’t understand why. It puzzled you how they could make all of this fuss when all of you already have your lives on the line every day, running from cannibal freaks.

They fought again and you stepped in this time.

You walked through the rooms of the motel where your team took shelter when you heard arguing in the room to your right. You walked closer to it, the moon shining upon it casting long shadows around you.

“Well, I’m not the dirty biker here, am I? You’re not sophisticated enough, so beat it!” You heard a muffled voice yell. You guessed it was Nick.

“Dirty? Is that what you think I am suit?” Francis roared.

You had to stop this. You broke into the room and the frown on your face immediately stopped the two. They stepped away from each other and looked away as if they had just been scolded by their parents.

“What the hell is going on in here?” You questioned, arms crossed across your chest.

Both men avoided eye contact with each other and tried to explain what each thought. You were confused beyond stars and you questioned the reasoning behind all of their fighting. They were quiet. You couldn’t force it out of them and after you three talked, Francis just walked off the room excusing himself. You and Nick looked at each other and you frowned again. He cleared his throat and said he would sleep, so you left.

Nick is annoyed.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and everything you did. He hated the idea of Francis stealing you or being near you, he couldn’t bear it. He wanted you all to himself. Francis was only getting in the way, and he had already expressed to Nick how he felt about you which drove Nick insane. He punched Francis one day over it but Coach broke them off before any serious damage could be done.

Francis is pissed.

Francis was beyond pissed. Everywhere he went, you were there and so was Nick. He hated that name. He hated how close he was to you. Couldn’t he just back off? Francis had been punched by Nick the other day and he wants to make him pay for it, all because of you.

You talk to Zoey and Rochelle who seem to have a better understanding, and you are horrified.

You, Zoey, and Rochelle had been having a conversation with the rest of the team, discussing changes that could be made. You decided to mention how Nick and Francis had been fighting badly over the last few days and how it could affect the team in the future. That’s when they spilled the beans.

Zoey went first, telling you how Francis felt about you. How crazy he was about your height and how he wanted to give you all the love in his heart. She told you that with a disgusted expression.

Rochelle went after her, telling you how enamored Nick was with you. Nick wanted nothing but to try and make you happy, he wanted to make up for his distant marriages and how badly they ended by giving you the world.

You cried. 

You tried to have them talk in a civilized manner. And it worked?

You had approached the two one morning as they had been tasked with fixing one of the doors in the shelter you all stayed in. They were working in silence, and they only talked when necessary. 

You walked over to them and asked to speak in private with the two. They were confused but obliged anyway. The three of you enter the room, with Nick closing the door and sitting down on one of the chairs. Francis stood on his feet with crossed arms. 

You expressed how you felt, to their surprise. You told them how you wanted to have them go through a civilized conversation before they even fought about it. You wanted to try something with them and you told them how you understood it was hard.

“Just please, don’t make this harder for me than it already is.” You finished and left the room, leaving no room for argument.

Nick and Francis surprisingly talked, in a calm manner this time. They were in the room for a good ten minutes before they came out. You waited by the door and as they looked at you, they smiled like never before. You did too. 

The three of you were now together!

The three of you had a lot of fun, in both ways. It felt good to see Nick and Francis joking with each other instead of fighting or just seeing them having a normal conversation. It was good to have a happy team. 

Coach was proud of you for standing up, he mentioned those two looked like two kids fighting and he was glad you put an end to it. 

Nick and Francis though? They were the happiest in this story. God were they jumping around like two kids who just got candy in an amusement park. Nick smiled to himself while Francis listened to some rock on his mp4.

You were their everything, that’s for sure.

[rogesims]

The Twins

Another day, another class. For some reason, Ms. Rogers was really angry.

"Your extra credit sucks, mostly because you come to school and just sit doing nothing for hours. So, starting today, all students are required to join some after-school activity. No exceptions!" 

During lunch, Leo and Kev talked about the news. "Watcher damn! I guess they won't count livestreaming as an extracurricular. What club or team are you gonna join?"

"Well, Vannah is the Computer team captain and she invited me in. I wouldn't recommend it, though: after all, you're a playable sim and that's just a rabbit hole extra. Also, the school computers would suck next to yours at home!" 

"Yeah, you're right. I guess I'm gon' have to check what other options are available." The person next to Kevin talked. "Hey, sorry to interrupt! I'm Tia, I couldn't help but listen. I'm part of the Theater Club, it's pretty cool! You should talk to Dani and Marcos." 

"Yeah, that surely is the place", Leo thought. There was a bunch of people on stage, not one known sim in sight besides Tia, the person he met during lunch.

"Hi, you Dani? I'm Leo. I talked to Tia and they told me you're the person in charge here." "Hi Leo, nice to meet you! That would be me, along with my brother Marcos over there." "Hi, welcome!", said Marcos. "It's nice to have new people down here."

"I need some extra cred, and Tia said you were accepting. Can I be of any help at all?" "Do you have any creative skills?", Dani asked. "Does writing homework and selfie photography counts?" 

"Yeah, no." But don't worry, we can work something out", Dani assured him. "I'm a legacy heir, so at least I can promise I'll have a lot of playable time to learn anything you guys need!"

"Welcome to Theater Club! Thank you for joining. We'd probably never have screentime otherwise."

It was almost 7, so the club called it a day and everyone went home. After that mortifying Molly moment the day before, Leo was thinking maybe Theater was exactly what he needed to get over it... 

I'm so happy to introduce you to the Tang family! Paizley Tang was Gen 3 heir in my bestie @TheBlkPlumbob, and now they crossover to the Roge Universe! She and her husband Casanova Goth (long lost Goth cousin) are Dani and Marcos' parents.

Paiz is a Yoga Instructor, and now she doesn't have any more legacy obligations, she's in search of inner peace. 

Casanova is a sous-chef and is in search of a new restaurant to work at... Hmmm I wonder how this will turn out...

And you already met the twins. Both Marcos and Dani dream of becoming huge movie Honeywood stars!

[bimbosandbubbles]

✮⤷About me!

✰⤷My name is Vannah but everyone I know really calls me Nonnies! So both is just perfect if you’re having trouble deciding what to call me!:)

✰⤷ I adore the color orange,it’s my fav! I also love the fruit plus the mixed versions like tangerines or clementines! I love crunchy grapes and mint chocolate chip ice cream! I’m absolutely obsessed with chinchillas and snails! Seriously,do yourself and search up snails eating it’s the cutest thing ever! I am obsessed with dilfs! Ugh or big muscley men or just skinny men,tbh any man that’s kinda cute. AND OMG MEN WITH BIG NOSES🤭

✰⤷ I’m kind of shy and awkward especially when I know for a fact that a lot of people are cooler than me! Like omg people on here are so cool and such good writers! Plus ya’lls creativity to the themes of your blogs! Because I’m awkward though I tend to not talk to people because I’m afraid they won’t like me but I’m definitely gonna out of my shell to talk you to guys! I definitely need to be y’all’s friends!

✰⤷ Speaking of friends, part of the reason I came on here in the first place is to make friends! Once I turned 18, I downloaded this app and saw how so many creator have such a good community full of moots! I was just kind of a stalker blog who just read other people’s works! However,due to the lack of cared for chubby reader content I decided to try my hand at writing fics!

✰⤷ I’m racially black and ethically Haitian and Puerto Rican! Both of my parents are also the same ethnic mix as me so I find that pretty cool! However despite my Caribbean ethnicities I can’t speak a word of Creole or Spanish and when I attempt to my family just laughs at me（◞‸◟）. So the only language I can really speak is English. I know I’m not the only person who loves their culture(s) but don’t really know too much about them like language or traditions.

✰⤷ I’m a huge fat nerd! Literally,love talking about comics or manga! I love Marvel and Dc and obvi Animanga. I really like Shonens,Seinens and Josei! Especially Josei! I had a whole Nana and Princess Jellyfish phase til age 16. My favs seinens change a lot but Berserk and Real are most def up there for me. Shonens are Fullmetal Alchemist and JJBA! I’m literally obsessed with JJBA and omg before I used to be worse. I had a huge TR phase for months too! And super random but does anyone else struggle with understanding manga fights? I always just end up making up my own fights tbh.

✰⤷ My biggest fear is not being able to finish anything or being less than! And for some reason things crawling on me really terrify me.

✰⤷ I’m obsessed with music! Every single pair of headphones I own don’t get super loud anymore cause I busted them up by having the volume super loud all the time! But I can’t help it,I need songs to literally be shoved up inside my ears otherwise I don’t want it! But majority of the time I just like to have it on for background noise when I’m doing homework or something. I also love podcasts especially book or movie/show recaps or true crime.

✰⤷ Ok so,I feel like I over shared a lot so this is the end of my about me! Love you bookieee! Thank you for reading!

Ps-Please be my friend if you’re similar to me or get what I’m saying 🧎🏽‍♀️

Ps to my Ps- I’m really affectionate and call everyone nicknames out of habit. I use bookie or babygirl(as a joke I swear guys) a lot!

[vannahfanfics]

Hey guys, just an update. For any of you who follow my FanFiction account, effective immediately that account will no longer be updated. All story updates (and eventually requests) will operate only through Tumblr and Ao3. I am in the process of taking down the links on the masterlists and such. Thank you! 

[hushyouu]

It’s 4 AM and I’m emotional so I’m making this post

Thank you to everyone who’s been there for me or has interacted with me here on Tumblr. When I joined Tumblr I had not expected to meet the people that I now call friends, honestly I can’t put into words how much everyone has helped me.

in particular here are a few that I’d like to give mention to, perhaps we aren’t as close as we used to be or talk as much as we used to. But know I still care about you despite all that

Thank you to Curse for being my first friend here. Thank you for staying up till ungodly hours of the night with me and talking, I’ll never get bored of our conversations and random ideas.

Thank you to Lane who’s heard me complain about a million things and listened to those complaints willingly and supported me even when I had others against me. Thank you as well for staying in vc with me for 12+ hours even if I cant recall everything that happened I know I had a lot of fun.

Thank you to Hikaru who puts a smile on my face every time I to talk to them. You’re always so kind even when you’re not feeling your best. Thank you for dealing with me and being one of my online partners <3

Thank you to Almond who puts up with me staring down at them during RPs. You’re hilarious and I love you even if you’re still struggling to take these compliments I hope one day you can look back at these and accept them.

Thank you to Mika who has barked at me, for me, and with me. You’re always so fun to be around no matter the situation and I love talking to you. The chickens as well.

Thank you to Dango who sits with vcs with us for hours even if he knows that they’re gonna eventually fall asleep and be moved into a separate call.

Thank you to Jia who always tries to spread positivity and general happiness even at her worst. Thank you for taking the time to check up on people.

Thank you to Sarah who had comforted me at my worst. Thank you for being there during some of my worst moments to talk things out with me and help me. You were always so kind yet not afraid to say what you thought.

Thank you to Ez who is always a joy to talk to. I do see your little reactions on messages and I think they’re great. You’re always so funny on the dash and I hope things are going well for you.

Thank you to Quill who has always been so kind. Thank you for listening to me talk and being there to talk with me when I was doing awful, thank you for checking up on me when I wasn’t doing alright.

Of course, this isn’t even a list of everyone who’s helped me, but it is a list of a few memories and people who stick out to me at the moment I am writing this. Thank you to all my mutuals for being here, including but not limited to

rana, vannah, rie, tura, curse (yes there’s two), lette, koi, li, sin, lyz, rebi, lili, may, blue, boo, pauline, abbie, veille, rei, jayee, atlas, j, spookii, genesis, sam, mori, mo, keo, thalia, mocha, cal, karma, loqua, sunny, jing, and roc

[silkylious]

If you're okay with it, maybe you could write a drabble for Dabi with a Shy s/o who's scared of the other league members? Feel free to ignore this, this concept has just been living in my mind rent free lately djfnkdkd

no please I love this hjfhfhdj, thanks for the request nonnie hope you like it <33

All eyes were on you the second you stepped foot into the dim bar. Silence ensued for longer than you'd anticipated, each ticking second adding to the incessant nagging in your brain telling you that you shouldn't be here. Until a particularly high voice cut the quiet with a girlish squeal, and before you can grab tighter on Dabi's limp arm, a figure had smothered you in a forced side hug.

That was your official introduction to The League.

Had your boyfriend been any less of a shit, he would have helped you get the blonde gremlin away from you, but the frantic way you looked back at him was too amusing to disrupt.

You'd gotten a lot more comfortable with each member over time, though you still held that delicate air of timidity about you.

Shigaraki barely acknowledged your existence (not wanting to associate with anyone in relation with Dabi). Spinner was relatively polite and gave you the space you needed, so did Kurogiri. And you actually liked talking to Compress, finding his humor quite charming, often getting lost in casual conversation with him while your boyfriend was out and about; something that Dabi didn't exactly like, if the looks he gave Compress were any indication.

In fact he'd become much more openly affectionate with you whenever Compress was around, a distinct possessiveness in the way he firmly places his hand on the small of your back, igniting a heat that swarmed up your neck and made you cower closer to his larger body, hoping to conceal just how much he affected you.

Toga, however, was the real problem. She's nice, just overwhelming. Doesn't help that Dabi quite enjoys watching you squirm around in your stool while she hurls every compliment under the sun at you. You've learned to shrug her comments off, even if they made your face too hot to touch.

When you first learned of Dabi's line of work, his conviction, you were predictably scared out of your skin, even more so once you met his partners in crime. But dispite still being wary of them, you've grown to like each of them as individuals, and neither you nor Dabi would have it any other way.

taglist: @sassi-sunflower @mypimpademia @solar3lunar @vannah-spotlight @hbwtbsl @khionne @angiebug101 @xetou @hbwtbsl @sugas-sweetheart @smexy-goose (send an ask if you wanna be added!) <3

[toomuchquidditch]

Doe Silverling

Year of Graduation from Hogwarts:1998

House: Ravenclaw

Career Path: Dept of Mysteries worker

Blood Status: half-blood

Place of Birth: Edinburgh, Scotland

Sport: n/a

Likes: classical music, frogs, Muggle mystery novels, rain, making Daisy chains, pastries, letter writing, painting, floral patterns, punk music, baking

Dislikes: being alone, jello, pudding, salamanders, slugs

Favorite Classes: History of Magic, Alchemy

Physical Quirks/Scars: left arm is less mobile due to an accident as a child. No amount of medicine has been able to heal it so she needs to wear a sling when it flares up.

Speech: soft, bubbly, flows like a melody

Patronus: brown owl

School Pet: black cat

Family: Florence Silverling (mother, architect), Tevi Silverling (father, ministry worker), Dove Silverling (older sister +6 years, Slytherin), Dunlin Silverling (older brother +5 years, Gryffindor)

Friends: Bramble Nightingale, Althea Abbott (Dina oc), Sirena Gomershall (Vannah oc), Hannah Abbott, Tallula Clary, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Thisbe Featherstone, Axel Donahough, Susan Bones

Love Interest: Ernie Macmillan

Personality: Very focused on anything she’s doing or anyone she’s talking to. She likes listening to others talk when she does things, silence around her never suited her well. Shes a great friend, tactile, and always has a little gift for anyone at the drop of a hat(for example: a flower she picked that she thinks they’d like, a little poem written on a spare piece of parchment that reminded her of them, etc.).

Playlist:

Tag: @decennia @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle @codenamekryptonite @annibunnysworld @kazinejghafa @bravelittleflower @ocfairygodmother @foxesandmagic @raith-way

[random-fangirl003]

Notice Me - Nathan Drake

Fandom: Uncharted

Character(s): Nathan Drake, OCs, Sam Drake, Elena Fisher, Sully

Pairing(s): Nathan Drake x OC

Type: Oneshot

Warning(s): Cussing, Arguments, Pregnancy Mention, Teasing

Summary: Tired of playing second fiddle to Elena, Nathan's best friend decides to prove a point.

A/N: NEW TO THIS FANDOM, MIGHT GET STUFF WRONG!

Anyone who looked close enough, could tell that Savannah Grant was in love with Nathan Drake, and they could also see how much Nathan Drake loved Savannah Grant, but the two of them were as oblivious to their affections towards one another. So, they constantly spent time together, whether treasure hunting or otherwise, as best friends do. On the latest treasure hunt, Savannah had dug up information on the location of a map for Alaric's treasure, which was being sold in a charity auction, meaning that they would have to break in and steal it, or honestly bid on it, which was causing a bit of a dispute between the two best friends currently.

"No! No way!" Nathan huffs from where he's sitting, leaning back on two legs of his chair. "You can't just go into that auction unarmed and alone!"

"What?! I'm not strong enough to do it? Is that what you mean?!" Savannah demands, placing her hands on her hips.

"I never said that!" Nathan replies. "It's just too dangerous to go it alone!"

"Yet you had no problem sending Sully in alone, last time."

"That's different."

"How? How is it different, Nathaniel?! How is my going to an auction, while you do the exact see thing as last time, any different? In case you forgot, this is my treasure! I found it!" She growls, narrowing her eyes at him.

"It just is!" He replies as he stands up, pressing his hands on the table.

"If it were Elena, you'd have no problems with it!"

"That's different too! She's-"

"What?" She demands, cutting the treasure hunter off. "She's what? Stronger? Smarter? Prettier?"

"I never said any of those things!" Nathan yells, anger flushing his cheeks as she slams a hand on the table herself.

"You didn't need to." She growls as she presses off the table, her anger turning her vision red as she turns away. "I'm going! And if you're so fucking worried, I'll ask Michael to accompany me as my date!" She stalks off, leaving Nathan fuming behind her, Sully and Sam are off to the side of the room, completely forgotten.

"Michael?! How could she just invite that pompous, arrogant-?!"

"She is in charge, Nate. She's been doing most of the work this time." Sam points out, causing his brother to turn on him with wild eyes, raking a hand through his hair.

"But, he's played her so many times!" Nathan shouts as Sully holds up his hands.

"She's a big girl, she knows what she's doing." Her annoyance had bit at Nathan, and he knew she threw Michael's name into the fray, just to anger him, but he also knew that she would keep her word, and that jackass would be escorting her to the auction tomorrow evening.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it." Nathan retorts sharply, leaving the room. Elena and Savannah are sitting on the roof top patio in the hot evening sun of Southern Italy, where the blonde journalist is trying to calm the ginger treasure hunter down.

"Look, he didn't mean it like that, Vannah." Elena grasps her friend's hand. "You just have a tendency to go head first into things, without thinking them through."

"Seriously?! You just don't understand why I'm doing this, do you?!" Savannah exclaims, rage still burning in her words. "Nathan sees me as a burden! All I ever do is screw up, some way or another. I want to show that I'm worth being in this, being by his- I mean your guys' side."

"You don't always screw up," Elena shakes her head, patting Savannah's hand. "I mean, remember the time Nate didn't remember to write down the pattern to a puzzle in his journal, and you remembered it all, in order? Or how about the time none of us could speak that one language, uh-"

"Taushiro. I wouldn't have learned if I hadn't wanted to show up Nate." Savannah sighs, leaning into her fist.

"Exactly! You and Nate may fight, but you bring our the best in each other. You just have to understand where you both are coming from, ya know?" Elena's words make Savannah sigh again as she runs her other hand through her wild curls, pulling away her hand as she grimaces at the muck that always seems to find it's way there, due to the constant running, fighting, and everything else that is entailed with treasure hunting.

"I guess you're right." Savannah stands with a hesitant smile, heading towards the stairs, only to pause. "Elena, you don't happen to... like Nate, right?" She asks, looking at the blonde from over her shoulder.

"I, uh-" Elena pauses, and let's out a shocked laugh. "No, it's not like that. Nathan is like a brother, I mean once, yeah, I did. But, you know how it is, I mean-"

"Is it Sam?" She turns bright red at that, causing Savannah to giggle, shaking her head. "You might want to talk to him about that."

"Like you can talk?" The journalist teases, causing Savannah to scoff, entering their hotel room.

"Savannah, I-" Nathan starts as he walks over to her from the other room, but Savannah pushes past him.

"I need a shower, Nathan. Then to make a call." She slams the door to the room that she and Elena share, grabbing her toiletries, clothes, and a towel, before exiting her room to enter the bathroom, leaving Nathan standing in the hallway, stunned at her behavior.

The silent treatment continues through the night, and into the next day, where Elena and Sully go over the layouts of the mansion where the auction is being held, and the plan for the others, while Savannah spends the day getting ready. At half past eight, she finally leaves her room, entering the living room in a shimmering blue dress with a slit up her thigh, and silver high heels on. "God, my stomach is in knots." Savannah says as she walks over to the kitchenette, Nathan's mouth dropping open at the sight of her, Sam's and Sully's mouths aren't far along.

"Don't you look nice!" Elena says brightly as she pulls out supplies for a sandwich. "You are probably hungry."

"No, I'm in heels and a dumbass dress, that feels like I had to be slathered in Crisco to get into. I hate being unable to wear my boots, and clothes I can fight or defend in. You ever see someone ungraceful, who could dodge a bullet in a dress?" Elena shakes her head with a laugh, and starts to spread mayo over her bread.

"Well, eat before you go. You'll feel better." Elena says.

"No way, if I eat one bite, every seem in this thing will split open." Savannah says as she glances back at the dumbstruck men, who are watching her, instead of preparing for the night. "Are they alright?"

"You look like a girl!" Sam says, causing her to snort.

"I am a girl." She points out, causing Nathan to snap his mouth shut, slugging Sam in the arm.

"Yeah, but you don't look it!" Sam replies, causing Savannah to sigh, threading her fingers through the one long sleeve of her dress, feeling rather sheepish now.

"Well, you look lovely, Sav." Sully says, pressing out of his chair, before crossing to her with a cigar clenched between his teeth.

"Thanks Sully, I'd give you a hug, but Elena lent me her expensive perfume, I don't want to smell like cigarettes too, I'll smell like a hooker." She giggles at Sully's affronted expression, there's a knock on the door that silences them all. "That'd be Michael." She says, grabbing her clutch from the table by the door, and opening it to show a suave man in a tux, his black hair is slicked back, and he has a cocky smirk on his clean shaven face.

"V-V." Michael sweeps her up in a hug, causing her to let out a surprised laugh, hugging him back as Nathan grits his teeth, clenching a fist behind her. "How have you been, luv?" He asks as he pulls back to set her to the floor.

"Living one day to the next." She answers honestly, before walking over to grabbing her shawl from the chair beside Nathan, not even sparing him a glance as she walks back towards Michael. "Well, are we going?"

"Indeed," He grabs her hand, bringing it up to press a kiss to her gloved knuckle, before tucking it into his arm. "far well all, enjoy your evening." He bids, telling them all that Michael has no clue what is really going on as Savannah waves, closing the door behind them after, a sweep of her shawl over her shoulders. During the drive to the mansion, Savannah and Michael make polite conversation with one another, while back at the hotel the others are getting dressed, and preparing for the sting, while Nathan seethes in his anger.

Pulling up to the mansion, Savannah removes the invitations from her pouch as Michael rounds to the other side of the car, opening her door, before offering a hand to help her out of the car. Taking it, the ginger treasure hunter stares up at the manor, her green eyes wide as Michael chuckles, tucking her hand through his arm. "Are you sure you'd rather be here, than somewhere else for our date? I'm only in Italy for the weekend."

"Michael, you're my escort, this isn't a date." He fakes a wounded look as he walks her towards the door, where the guards study their invitations, and scan her purse, before allowing them in. The main foyer is full of people in fancy dress, the artifacts are spread out on the tables for examining, there is music, dancing, a grand chandelier, and a champagne fountain with flutes next to it for drinking. "Will you get me a drink? I want to look at the artifacts." Michael nods, giving her a teasing bow as she starts towards a table, pretending to be examining a golden plate as she pulls out a lipstick container from her purse. Pretending to put the lipstick on, she pulls the ear piece out of the bottom, sticking it in her ear, before smacking her lips together as she puts the lipstick away.

"Check check, Sav can you hear me?" Sully asks as she let's out a hum of acknowledge, though to others it might seem like she's humming along to the music.

"We're outside right now," Nate says, his voice a welcome distraction from the pit in her stomach. "I'm working on getting the passage under the mansion open for the others."

"V-V, luv?" She turns to the British ambassador as he walks over with two champagne flutes, offering her one as she bites her lip.

"Actually, I haven't ate yet. I really shouldn't drink on an empty stomach." She says, causing Michael to deflate as Nathan chuckles in her ear, causing her to struggle not to roll her eyes.

"No matter," Michael sets the flute on a passing waiter's tray, tucking her hand into his arm again. "I do wish you had mentioned something, I would have made sure you ate before we had come."

"I'm alright." She says as they both start to wander around, her looking for the artifact that hides the map, and Michael watching Savannah's expressions and mannerisms.

"Savannah, I need you to open the servant's door leading to the kitchen." Nate's voice is in her ear, making her swallow thickly as she glances at the clock.

"Michael, I'm going to go to the bathroom and fix my make-up-"

"Ah, luv, no need, you are beautiful, as always." Michael reaches up to brush a wild curl from her face, and she blushes.

"Oh please." Nathan says in the ear piece, making Savannah's face to crumple, and Michael frowns.

"What's wrong?" She shakes her head, forcing herself to smile convincingly.

"My stomach is eating itself. I'm going to pop into the kitchen and grab something."

"Are you sure that's wise?" Michael asks, grasping her hand as she pulls away, and she looks back at him.

"I'll ask permission if anyone spots me." She gives a teasing grin. "Besides, mister ambassador, I remember the two of us having quite a bit of fun sneaking around, while we were younger." Michael chuckles, rubbing his neck as Nathan makes a gagging sound in the mic as Savannah struts away, her path towards the kitchen dead ahead. Slipping into the kitchen is fine, the servants merely sent questioning looks, though seeing her attire they left her alone, most guests were allowed to do as they wished, as long as they caused no trouble. The area around servant's door to the kitchen was abandoned, but she was careful when resting upon the wood, her back flat against it as she looked around, watching the servants carefully as she unlocked and opened the door.

"Finally!" Nathan groans as he enters, dressed to the nines as she glares at him, holding out her hand for her pistol- with Nate, shooting was never far behind. He hands the weapon to her, making her throw back the skirt of her dress from the slit, and slide the gun into the holster on her leg, Nate's eyes trailing up and down her legs as she tugs the gown back into place.

"Have you found the artifact?" Elena asks, entering the kitchen in a waitressing outfit.

"The map is in the vase, like I thought. Lot number 31." Savannah says, holding out a stolen apron from a kitchen cart. Elena pulls on the apron, tying up her hair as Sam ties the apron behind her back, he's in his own waiter outfit, and Sully is obviously waiting in the car for their getaway.

"Do we need the vase?" Sam inquires, causing her to roll her eyes.

"The map is in the vase." She replies, making him frown. "It's also from the year Alaric died, we might need it- it could contain a clue, or be part of a puzzle, so yes. It's not a very big vase, and it's more than likely full of dirt, considering it looks like an urn, but the marking indicate that it isn't."

"So, we're stealing the map, vase and all." Nathan replies, and Savannah looks at him, before frowning.

"You're supposed to be a waiter."

"I couldn't find a uniform in my size, so I knocked out a guest, and stole his clothes." She wrinkles her nose, attempting to hold back a giggle as Nathan smiles. "I'm a guest now."

"Well, Michael knows who you are, so if he asks why I didn't come with you, tell him the truth. We're fighting." She states.

"Are we really?" Nathan asks, causing her to glare at him. "You are beautiful tonight... so beautiful." He says softly, causing her to blush as she looks away, shuffling a bit until Sam clears his throat, looking up as Elena elbows the older of the Drake brothers in the stomach, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and starts towards the party.

"Show time." Elena says into the ear piece, making Savannah paste a smile on her face, exiting the kitchen alone. She heads over to Michael, an apology on her lips as he smiles at her.

"Sorry, I had to meet Nate at the door. We're fighting, but he insisted on coming." Michael frowns as he glances around, probably for Nathan, as Savannah smiles up at him. "I'll take that champagne now." He nods his head, grabbing her hand to tuck it into his arm, before escorting her towards the champagne fountain.

"I hope he doesn't interrupt our time again, tonight. I have missed you V-V." She forces herself to continue to smile.

"Gross. Watch, next he'll say he wants to get back together." Nathan hisses in her ear as she takes the flute of champagne from Michael, sipping on it the bubbling drink.

"I mean it, V-V, my love. I made a mistake, I wish to be with you once more." Savannah chokes, spitting her drink right in Michael's face, coughing out an apology as Elena, as a waitress, hands him a napkin from her apron. Savannah takes the other napkin, dabbing at her chin as Elena shoots her a sympathetic grin, walking behind Michael to hover.

"I-I am so sorry." She coughs, shaking her head. "I didn't mean to-" He wipes his face with the napkin.

"No no, you didn't do anything wrong, luv." Elena pretends to stick a finger down her throat behind him. "I merely chose the wrong moment to speak my mind." He continues to wipe his face as she sets the drink down.

"I-Look, Michael, you really hurt me last time, you took advantage of my heart and my feelings, and I just- I just felt that I could never love again. You know how difficult it was for me to trust you, the only other person I could ever trust like that, was Nate." Michael clears his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"So, you have turned me down. My heart is now the one to have been played."

"Michael, I never said this was a date, and I never implied that we'd be in a relationship. I needed an escort, that is all. And, as a friend, I thought we could-"

"You've still rejected me!" Michael says, anger in his voice.

"Shh, please, don't make a scene." She begs softly.

"Can I at least be told why? Am I not man enough? Did I hurt you too much?"

"No, that's not it. Well, it's sort of it, but I just-" She bites her lip, looking around. "I just-"

"She's with me." She jumps at the feeling of a familiar arm falling around her waist, pulling her tightly against the person's side, and she looks up to see Nate. "We've been fighting, so I asked her to at least, if she didn't want me to come, invite someone she knew could be trusted, to escort her tonight. What can I say? We fight, but I love her." Savannah's heart pounds and sputters at those words, making her blush as Michael looks at her for confirmation, and she freezes, then slowly nods.

"I see. As far as I can tell, you've made up quite well, and I shall be on my way." Michael bows, walking away with arrogance in his stride as she glances back up at Nate, before she pushes him away a bit.

"I had that!" She snaps, causing Nate to roll his eyes.

"Not from what I saw. Elena was about ready to pour champagne on the guy, to get him to leave." Rubbing her arm, she swallows thickly, glancing at Elena, who is handing out drinks to guests, and she sets her own down.

"So, you decided to play the noble hero and sacrifice yourself for the greater good of the mission?" She scoffs, roll her eyes as she walks away. Nathan grabs her by the wrist, turning her back to him.

"Hey, I never said that! What the hell is with you lately?" Her face falls as she jerks her wrist from his grasp.

"Let's just finish this mission, and I will be out of your hair for good!" She snaps, stalking off towards the artifact, waiting until everything goes dark, and her night-vision contacts come flooding to life, allowing her to slink silently to the table. She quick in grabbing the vase from the table, before hurrying towards the kitchen door. Just as she slips inside, Nathan, and Elena right on her tail, the foyer floods with light again. Tossing the vase to Nathan, who hides it in his pocket, Sam meets them at the servant's door, the four of them exiting without anyone noticing. Or so they thought.

"So, hey," Nathan whispers as they slink through the mansion. "what did you mean by out of my hair "for good"? Are you leaving after this hunt?" She glares at him as she takes measured steps, ignoring his question.

"Who goes there?!" A guard shouts, causing her to flinch at the sound of her heels hitting the floor, and Nate turns his flashlight on them. "The wind?" The guard asks, causing her to glance at the guard from behind the pillar, watching him walk away. Her breath stutters in her relief as she stands flush against the stone pillar, the others are just as quiet around her.

"Take them off, Sav!" Elena whispers in a rush, causing Savannah to nod.

"I'm on it." She shuffles nearly silent as she struggles to get the heels off, then she tosses them to Sam, who hurriedly catches them, before padding up to the guard as he turns back towards them, his flashlight barely hits her toes, before she swings her arm up. Driving her elbow into the guard's head, she knocks him out as he drops to the floor like a sack of rocks, his flashlight rolling across the floor. Nathan whistles softly, impressed as he drags the unconscious guard behind a flower box to hide him, and the four of them continue on their route.

"Are you going to answer me?" Nate asks after a few minutes of silence, then as they round another corner, she just shoots him a glare.

"Now is not the time, Nathan." She retorts as the whistling of a bullet goes past her head, skimming across her cheek as it blows her hair past her eyes, and they all turn, Nathan pushing Elena behind the nearest cover as Savannah dodges another bullet, dropping behind cover. The darkness provides ample cover as she pulls out her gun, and she nods to Nathan, who in turn nods to her, the two of them taking turns to pop out of cover to shoot, not a single word said between them, while Sam scouts ahead.

"How about now?!" Nathan asks as he presses against the pillar, reloading as Savannah pops out of cover, shooting one of the guards in the shoulder, making the guard scream as he falls.

"No, Nathan!" She replies, shooting down another guard. "Why does it always end in a firefight with you?"

"Brilliant question! Let's ask them next time." Elena says as Nathan pops out of cover, firing as Savannah drops back into cover, reloading her gun.

"Are you leaving?!" Nathan asks as he fires one last round, and the final guard falls, the three of them standing as Sam pops up from the route ahead, beckoning them silently. "Hey," Nathan grabs her hand, tugging her to a stop as Elena and Sam continue on ahead. "are you?"

"Nate-"

"Don't Nate me! Are you leaving? Are you done after this?" Nathan asks, his face is sad.

"I-I don't know." She answers truthfully, looking at the ground. "I just don't know." She pulls away, starting towards the exit, followed by Nathan. Sully is as quick a get away as always, the four of them are in the car with the door barely closed, before Sully is peeling out of the mansion gates, the guards start to pile out of the mansion, guns firing. "Heads down!" She shouts, pushing Nate's head down as she drops her head into his lap, a bullet piercing the back window, and out the front. Sully drives like a mad man, swerving and stopping and driving in and out of alleyways and places where a car can barely fit, Nate's arms are around Elena, making Savannah feel bad as she struggles to stay in her seat from the jostling, unable to latch her seatbelt, unlike the others. The bridge on the way to the hotel starts to lift up before them, and Sully clenches the wheel, gunning the engine.

"Hold on!" Sully shouts, driving off a bridge as she let's out a scream, Nathan's eyes go wide when he sees her flying from her seat, his arms reaching out to catch her, jerking her into his lap as Sully lands on the other side of the bridge, and the guards chasing them have no choice but to stop as Sully speeds away. She gasps, clinging to Nathan's arms that are secured firmly around her, heart pounding for two different reasons as Nathan murmurs calming words in her ear, stroking her arm. Nathan holds her shaking form all the way back to the hotel, where Sully swerves around the back, into the underground parking space, allowing Sam to help Elena out as Sully climbs out, Nate muttering that the older man is a "son of a bitch" as he unbuckles, pushing Savannah into a sitting position as he slides out of the car. She sits still as a stone, her heart pounding so hard that it aches, and her eyes wide from the terror flushing from her veins, she doesn't even notice Nathan opening her door, turning her around as he places a warm hand against her cheek.

"Sav? Hon? We're back." Nathan murmurs, causing her to blink, sucking in a sharp breath as she looks around, head jerking from one direction to the other, before she slowly climbs out of the car, her bare feet touching the ground for barely a moment, before Nathan sweeps her into his arms, Bridal style.

"N-Nate?" She asks in confusion.

"You're still a bit shocked, right?" He closes the car door with his shoe, following the others to where they disappeared into the hotel, and when they return to their hotel room, nobody says anything while Nathan whisks Savannah away to his bedroom. "You've got a bit of blood on you," Nathan says as he comes back from the bathroom with a damp rag, having set her on the foot of his bed. "I also grabbed some bandages for your feet. You didn't say anything, but you probably have blisters on your ankles from those heels, huh?" Savannah looks away, sheepishly as Nate scrubs at her elbow, where she can already feel a bruise under the blood, from knocking that one guard out, and then he moves to her cheek, where the first bullet had barely gazed her. He hadn't said anything, but his heart about stopped when he heard and saw that bullet coming at her, and while he pushed Elena down, he had wanted to tackle Savannah to the ground, and shield her with his entire body. "You were shot."

"I'm fine." She answers truthfully, he drops the rag, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, before she looks at him, eyes finally focusing. "I am, Nate." She covers his hand with her own, causing him to lighten up on the pressure, taking a deep shaking breath. "I'm fine." He leans up, pressing a kiss to her forehead, before he pulls back to kneel, taking her foot to clean it, before placing a bandage over one of her heels, where a blister is. He does the same with the other as she let's out a soft sigh, looking out the window beside the bed. "You were reckless tonight." She says, causing him to glance up at her, she realizes that he's shed the jacket of his pilfered suit, and he is now fiddling with the strap to the holster on her leg. "I understand that you're worried about Elena, but how many times has she been through this?"

"I don't know what you mean." Nate says defiantly as Savannah sighs.

"You were circling Elena like a guard dog, you wouldn't even give her a gun. It was an argument for her to even be allowed to join us on this mission!" Savannah pushes a stray curl from her face. "You know that she can take care of herself, she has more proved it, I just don't get why you suddenly have become so overprotective of-"

"Elena is pregnant." Nathan says as he sets her holster on the bed, looking up at her from where he squats, watching her press her lips together in a firm line, her eyes flicking across his face to determine if he's telling the truth.

"She's... and are you-?"

"No!" Nathan scoffs, rolling his eyes at her implication. "Sam is." She snaps her mouth shut, smiling a bit as she shakes her head.

"And they didn't want to distract from the treasure hunt, so they hid the pregnancy and kept their relationship a secret." She rolls her eyes.

"You've been after this treasure for a couple years now. It's understandable on why they'd want to keep quiet if you finally got a lead." She huffs a curl of hair from her face, but it just drops back down, making her sigh as she pushes it back behind her ear.

"So, you aren't with Elena?" Nathan blanches at that, as if the idea makes him sick. "God, if someone had just told me that!" She groans, pressing her palms to her eyes. "I mean, Elena said there was nothing going on, but with how protective you've been, and reluctant you've been about treasure hunting, I just thought- I guess I dunno, that you guys wanted out, so you could settle down in peace? I thought maybe Elena told me what she told me, because you guys were trying to cut me out!"

"Never, Sav. You are my best friend." Nathan says as he stands, and she slowly rocks to her feet.

"Now, don't even try to lie to me about your relationship with Chloe, after we all separated from each other a couple years back." Nathan groans as he presses his face into his hand, shaking his head.

"You're never going to leave that be, are you?" He asks as she waltzes to the bedroom door, tugging the fraying hairband out of her flaming mane, letting the curls fly free.

"She dumped you in the end, didn't she? What happened there, Nate? You were a good match, the double agent and the blind buffoon." She teases as Nathan glares playfully at her.

"None of your business, huh? The only thing she was right about, is missing her ass." Nate retorts as she throws back her head, laughing as the first rays of the sun catch in her mane from the window, lighting it on fire as she slips out, ready to finally look at the map to Alaric's treasure, and get some sleep after being up and on the run all night.

It takes weeks of searching, clue after clue, until eventually they find the treasure- Elena and Sam had taken off almost a week previous, for the safety of the baby, and Sully had ducked a week before with the same excuse as always, "I'm getting too old for this shit!" and that left Nate and Savannah, still slightly at odds, left to chase the treasure. Of course, like all of the hunts involving the Drake boys, this one was a race to the vault, in the middle of a Southern Italian countryside, and lots and lots of guns. "Duck!" Savannah shouts at Nathan as she tosses a grenade over their cover, dropping down as the little ball rolls into enemy cover, and Nathan throws his hands out, slapping them over her ears as the explosion goes off, leaving his ears ringing.

"Think before you throw, Sav!" He hisses as he rubs at one of his ears, and she gives a sheepish grin as she leans around the stone they're behind, firing quickly at any stragglers.

"Ah shit!" She shouts, swinging back around to press against the stone, her hand gripping her shoulder of her dominant arm, gun having been dropped in her panic.

"W-What?" Nathan asks as he continues to fire, and she shakes her head.

"No, it's nothing. Keep shooting." She says as she reaches into a pocket of her cargo pants, ripping a bandage from the pocket, and sliding her shirt sleeve up, her hand pressing the adhesive bandage to the bloody wound. "Are you ready to move ahead yet?" She asks, shouldering her shotgun after she grabs it, and Nate looks at her, spying the blood smeared down her arm.

"Sav, are you okay?!" He asks worriedly, causing her to nod, wincing noticably, making him give her a look that says he's not buying it.

"I'm fine, let's just get to the treasure vault." She rolls out of cover, back flush against a barrier that one of the enemies had setup, before she glances around the corner, then clambers to her feet with her shotgun holstered, her dominant arm useless while injured. Picking up a fallen enemy's pistol, she checks the clip, before she slides it back in, cocking the gun, readying to shoot as they move through the countryside.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take a look at that?" Nate asks as he watches blood seep through the white bandage and the green of her shirt. "You might need stitches." She shakes off his hand when he reaches for her arm.

"I'm fine, Nate! Let's just get to the vault." She says again, making Nate groan, chasing after ambitious young woman as they duck around passages, shooting a couple more enemies, and solve a couple more riddles, before they both enter the vault, where the leader of their enemies- Michael himself (honestly, why is she not surprised?), is stalking back and forth, flaunting and rambling his victory to the rest of his men.

"-this wealth, nobody would dare to reject me again!" He booms as they press against nearby pillars, and Nate shoots her a look.

"You dated this guy? What does he have performance issues that he needs to compensate for?" Nathan hisses as she rolls her eyes.

"I wouldn't know, we never went that far." She reaches into a pocket of her pant, pulling out silencers for their pistols, one of which she tosses to Nate. They waste no time screwing the silencers onto their guns, before she lurches around a cover, and a muted shot leaves her gun, striking one of the men on the balcony above in the middle of the forehead, he drops dead as she leans back into cover.

"Nice shot." Nate whispers as she blushes, watching him do the same from his place, they are silent at picking off the men on the balconies above the vault as the other men start to carry out the treasure, the opposite direction of where the treasure hunters are.

"With this, I can make her pay, make them all pay!" Michael rambles, unaware of his men dropping dead around him, until they've all been picked off. Putting away her pistol, she shoulders her shotgun, training it on Michael as Nathan watches her back.

"Michael!" The British ambassador turns, eyes wide as he sees her. "What've you done? Why are you here?"

"Ah, V-V, my luv. I see you've brought... your friend." He grimaces at Nate, before looking back at her. "I figured that since you had an interest in this treasure, perhaps you might be willing to come back to me, if I had it first. I had planned on telling you back in England, but you were a saucy minx, and hot in my trail. I needed to move quickly."

"What happened to you?" She asks as Michael gives her a crazed grin.

"Love, my darling. It does things to a man, things he never thought possible." Michael trains his gun on Nathan, making her freeze as she looks back him, seeing Nathan freeze as two big guys come in, grabbing him by the arms after wrestling the gun away from him, one kicks it towards Michael, making her eye it as she throws down her shotgun, she knows the drill by now. "Now, I will give you a choice- it's not a hard one. Come with me, and live in the lap of luxury and be my wife. Or, choose Mr. Drake over there, and die with the man you love."

"What?!" She barks, looking at Nathan, who shakes his head, urging her to not sacrifice herself for him. "You can't be serious, Michael! You can't just kill him, f-for-"

"I can and I will!" Michael booms, his shout making her flinch as she glances at Nate, who watches her in fear. A plan forms in her head as she turns to Michael, and she starts to edge towards him a bit.

"Michael," Her voice falling into a more sultry tone as she sways over to him, making the Brit grin sickeningly sweet.

"Sav, what're you doing?!" Nathan exclaims as she turn to him, pinning him with a glare, before discreetly shooting Nathan a wink, before she wraps her arms around Michael's neck.

"Oh, Michael, can't you tell when a girl is playing hard to get?" She asks, running a finger up the ambassador's chest, causing the man to purr as he wraps his arms around her, and she rests her head against his chest. "I had Nathan fake being my boyfriend at the party, to make you jealous. You're so sexy when you're jealous." She swallows the rising bike in her throat as she leans up on her tip toes as Michael grins, leaning down with their lips hovering near each other, until he freezes as she buries the pistol into his stomach, making him freeze. "Call them off." She hisses as he glances up at her, before he looks at the man, then waves the men off, and they drop Nathan, who dives for his gun, turning to sink a bullet between both the men's eyes. "Now, we are leaving-" She let's out a choked noise as something sharp sinks into her side, pain lancing through her side.

"NO!" Nathan let's out a panicked shout as Michael pushes her away, and she stumbles back, her hand coming to her side to press against the soaked material of her shirt. She looks up, seeing a blade glistening with her blood, in Michael's hand as her knees become weak, she falls to the floor as he brings the blade up, licking the gleaming silver with a disgusting hum. Nathan let's out an enraged scream, unloading the remaining clip of his gun into Michael's body with a scream. "No no no no!" Nate murmurs quickly as he scrambles over to her, once Michael's body collapses, dropping to his knees to press his callus covered hands on her side, making sure to put pressure against her wound as he looks around. Eyeing the only other exit, he lifts her into his arms, following the trail that the looters took, leaving her behind a cover as he takes out the rest of the men on the only truck, which is loaded with gems and gold.

"N-Nate," She calls weakly as he rushes back to lift her into his arms, the world is blurry as she looks around, letting out a whimper when he starts to run, jostling her wounds. "Nathan-" She whimpers, and he shushes her as he lays her in the front of the truck, buckling her up.

"You're fine. You'll be fine!" He repeatedly says, turning the key in the ignition, gunning it through the trees, gravel spitting everywhere as she groans at the jerking movements of the truck. "I'm sorry, Sav. I know sweetheart, I know. I know it hurts, but it'll be okay, you'll be okay." He promises as he starts towards the small town they were staying in now, not far from the vault as he starts making calls while he pulls into town. He barely has the truck in park, key out of the ignition, before he rounds to her side, climbing into the giant truck to lift her, carefully, out of the truck, yelling at the townies for the doctor.

Days now move sluggishly as he paces constantly outside of the medical clinic, his eyes flicking from his phone to the door, to the truck to back again. The treasure they had loaded into the truck was a good amount, but nobody knew except for Nathan, but he couldn't even focus with Savannah incapacitated. Sully, Sam, and Elena eventually make it to the town, if you could even call the practical village, a town, but the doctors still do not give any updates on Savannah's status, despite Nate constantly prodding and camping outside of the clinic every night and day.

"If she dies-! I-If I lose her-" Nate groans, running his fingers through his short hair.

"Nate, kid, relax. You ain't gonna lose her." Sully says from his spot on a crate, flicking his cigar.

"No, Sully, she was distracting him for me! She sacrificed herself, made herself vulnerable for me! So, I could escape. It's all my fault." Elena huffs as Nate's stalking back and forth before the door increases, his fingers digging against the root of his hair.

"I always knew that Michael was an off bastard, but this is sickening." Sam says as Sully and Elena both nod in agreement. "He licked her blood off the blade?"

"Yes." Nate replies, he remembers the look on Michael's face as he licked Savannah's blood off the blade, the disgust rolls through Nathan again at the memory of ecstatic look that Michael had on his face, from Savannah's blood on his lips. "He looked like an addict getting his fix."

"Like an addict getting his fix?" Elena shutters as she looks at Sam, who clenches her hand in understanding of her concern. "God, and Savannah once thought she was in love with that creep."

"Let's not talk about that." Sully says as Nathan runs his fingers his hair, tugging his hair at the roots as he groans, stalking up to the door to the clinic, fist poised to pound on the door, when it flies open.

"D-Doc?" Nate's voice is worried as the doctor wipes his hands off on a rag, tossing it over his shoulder.

"Your friend will live. We did not want to give you news until we were sure." The Doctor says as he looks at everyone, before he looks up at Nate. "You may see her, but only one at a time." The Doctor enters the clinic, leaving the door open as Nathan looks back at the trio that are looking at him.

"We can wait, Nate. Go see her." Elena urges, causing him to nod, ducking into the clinic towards the back room, where the Doctor had motioned him to be, and he pauses outside the door, before opening it to the room. The bed occupies Savannah's weak form, with bandages wrapping her shoulder and her stomach, up over her chest, so she is left in only her pants, and a threadbare blanket over her legs. Her long ginger mane is pinned beneath her, tied back with a strip of leather, and caked with sweat, congealed blood, and muck. Walking around the bed, Nate kneels on the floor beside her, grasping her hand that was resting on her stomach, his eyes down-turned as he rests his forehead against her hand.

"Sav," He sighs weakly, his thumb rubbing back and forth across her soft knuckles. "I am so sorry. For everything." He murmurs as he looks up at her. "I don't expect you to forgive me, but if you could just... I know the doctor said you'd be fine, but I need to to pull through. I need you to open your eyes, and show me that you'll be fine. I-it's been almost a week, so please, let me know that you're okay. Just open your eyes, Vannah." He groans as he runs a grungy hand over his face, then looks up at her face again. "You said that you wanted to leave, that you were done... can you please wake up, and tell me that you are done. Call me an idiot again. Anything. If you want to be done, we'll be done together, I promise. If you want to start a normal life, we can start a normal life together." He reaches up to caress her freckled cheek. "I can't live without you, Sav. I-I love you." He rests his forehead on her hand again, feeling exhaustion washing over him. "Did you hear me, Sav? I'm in love with you! So, just... open your damn eyes! Let me kiss you, or you can yell at me, you can slap me for all I care! Just wake up!" Nate pleads, clutching her hand tighter as he grits his teeth.

"Nate?" His head snaps up, but Savannah is still unconscious, causing him to turn, seeing Elena standing in the doorway, her eyes are sad. "I-I couldn't wait, I was so worried."

"It's okay," He clears his throat as Elena looks at Savannah, then back at Nathan.

"She loves you too, you know?" He furrows his brow as Elena smiles to herself. "She'd kill me by now, if she were awake, but you deserve to know." He runs his fingers through Savannah's hair, before he presses off the ground beside the bed.

"I'll be outside if-"

"No no no, you deserve to stay in here. Be the first thing she sees when she wakes up." Elena waves him off, pressing a hand to her back to stretch, after the last couple weeks, she's starting to show a bit. "Besides, Sam and I are going to head to the hotel, your niece or nephew is killing me."

"Alright," He pulls her into a hug, letting go the minute that he hears an agonized cry, turning to see Savannah's eyes wide open as she holds her side, while trying to sit up. "Sav!" He crosses to her side once more, easing her up off her elbow as she let's out a tearful whine. "It's okay, easy hon." He props the flat pillows up, leaning her back against them as he sits on the side of the bed, tucking a wild curl behind her ear.

"N-Nate?" She swallows thickly, causing him to grab his canteen off the belt, twisting the cap off, and placing it to her lips. She takes long pulls of the water, before turning her head away, wiping her mouth on her arm as Nathan chuckles, putting the canteen away. "Where are we? How long have I been out?" She murmurs, causing him to smirk.

"We're in the village, not far from the vault. You've been out for a week..." She looks at him questioningly, but he shakes his head. "The longest week of my life. I've missed your voice." He cups her cheek as she frowns.

"I'm so-"

"No. You didn't know." He leans forward, pressing his forehead to her own. "You just wanted me to be safe, I just wish you hadn't had to get hurt by that freak, in order to keep me safe." She looks confused as he pulls her close, kissing her deeply. She makes a noise of surprise, but falls into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You don't know how long I've been dying for that to happen." She murmurs as she leans away, looking up into his blue eyes, seeing them spark with light after her words register with him.

"You have been?" He asks softly, causing her to blush, pressing her lips together in a firm line as she nods. "I'm in love with you, Sav. I have been for years."

"Really?" She asks softly, skeptical and hoping as he smiles, nodding. "You couldn't have told me, I dunno, before I almost died?" Nathan chuckles at her words, leaning in to kiss her again.

Hope I've done the characters justice, I'm seriously new to this fandom- like I just started watching a playthrough yesterday. But, Nathan is just so nnn. I couldn't not write a story. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, sorry if the characters are a little OOC.

[waterloou]

Fic Writer tag game: tagged by loml @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle

How many works do you have on AO3?

-26

What’s your total AO3 word count?

I’m too lazy to count

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

-On ao3? 6. In general? 12? Harry Potter, Teen Wolf, Letters to Juliet, Les Miserables, Jonas Brothers(I was v young), One Direction(I was also very young), Buffy, Bridgerton, Grishaverse, Riverdale, Twilight, Archie Comics

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Something New

Kudos: 27

Parvati sees Hermione in a new light

Dangit Combeferre

Kudos: 22

Courfeyrac had the perfect proposal planned...until Combeferre beat him to it

Why Did I have to Punch that guy?

Kudos: 22

Sweet Pea punches a guy bugging fangs

Science

Kudos: 22

Combeferre discovers a new planet and names it after Courfeyrac

On the Pitch

Kudos: 22

Annabelle Finnigan’s time at hogwarts 1989-1996

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually try to! I really need to get better at that tbh sometimes I mean to reply and then get hella sidetracked.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Holy Water Cannot Help You Now. I literally have the end chapter written I just do NOT know how to get there lmao. It’s gruesome tho

Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

In terms of with friends? Yes. In terms of fandom? Not that I remember. I’ve incorporated other elements of shows into a fic (Grimm and teen wolf, izombie and caos) but nothing with canon characters.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Only by my mother

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

See, I’ve tried. None of it is ever seeing the light of day. Bc that might mean I’ve gotta talk ab it and I’m too ace for that lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve had an offer. Idk if they did it

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Between Courferre and Thiam

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

Holy Water Cannot Help You Now. I just get so depressed when writing I made it too sad didn’t add in enough comedy

What are your writing strengths? What are your writing weaknesses?

I think my strength is details and world building. My weaknesses are definitely plot structure and dialogue at times.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If I know it, great, but if it doesn’t feel organic in the writing I don’t tend to use it. I’ll use singular phrases mostly.

What was the first fandom you’ve written for?

Lmao gonna have to say the same as Vannah and say Jonas brothers in 5th/6th grade

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I’m tied between my Parvati/hermione one shot and my Bennett/George one shot where they’re dancing in her kitchen at midnight

Tagging: @s-s-southsideserpentine @humangrumpycat @kazinejghafa @elenapetrova @jinxsflame @decennia @thecaillic @scienceoftheidiot @nervousfandom @kiara-carrera

[writhingcreature]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity :)

Oh um hi lol. Okay let’s do this.

1. Dean Winchester’s happiness

2. Chidi and Eleanor from the Good Place kissing and looking at each and standing close and saying each others’ names and talking to each other and talking to othr people about each other and the way Eleanor writes Chidi’s name and- them. Together. Yep

3. My best friend, because she’s The Best and I would never trade her and I hope she never goes away (fuck you Vannah, I hate feelings what the fuck)

4. Stanley Uris. Stozier, but like. Stanley Uris. Stan the Man. Jewish boi. Sarcastic baby. Mr. “Everything is poisoned ivy” and “no Richie, she’s not hot”. Mr. Almost Threw Hands with Greta Because She Bumped into Richie Just Wait Until I Sink My Teeth Into You Bitch. My B A B E E

5. Oh and you know, my boyfriend. He’s cool too

[wildflowerrambles]

100 Questions

I was tagged by the lovely @super-strange-sons. Thanks so much, Chels! I adore you! <3

This is a long one so grab a snack. Probably quite a few things you didn’t know about me.

I’m tagging anyone who would like to do this! Tag me in it because I want to see. :)

1. What is your nickname? Sav or Vannah on occasion & Cubbie by my parents (gotta love ‘em).

2. How old are you? 23.

3. What is your birth month? December.

4. What is your zodiac sign? Sagitarius.

5. What is your favorite color? Lavender.

6. What’s your lucky number? Not particularly lucky but I like 4, 8, & 13.

7. Do you have any pets? Sadly, my cat died this morning. We do have another cat though.

8. Where are you from? Mississippi.

9. How tall are you? 5′3”.

10. What shoe size are you? 6 and a half.

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Probably 20+ - I love shoes.

12. Are you random? Absolutely.

13. Last person you texted? My mom.

14. Are you psychic in any way? Negative.

15. Last TV show watched? Grey’s Anatomy.

16. Favorite movie? Beauty & the Beast (the animated one).

17. Favourite show from your childhood? Franklin. Anything Disney Channel. Throwbacks like PB & J Otter, Roly Poly Oly, etc.

18. Do you want children? Possibly one day.

19. Do you want a church wedding? Not really. I would rather get married in a forest.

20. What is your religion? Christian!

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes, for family.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? I got a ticket once for going under a yellow light that turned red. Does that count?

23. How is life? It has its ups and downs, but overall - much more positive than in the past. :)

24. Baths or showers? I typically shower, but I love a good bath.

25. What color socks are you wearing? Currently not wearing any.

26. Have you ever been famous? Not even kinda.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? I think it would be so much fun to perform/play shows, but I like being able to do my own thing without being under a magnifying glass.

28. What type of music do you like? Rock, blues, indie, pop - just about anything with the exception of country.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Nope.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? I have three, but I really only use one for sleeping.

31. What position do you usually sleep in? Stomach or curled up on my side.

32. How big is your house? Along the smaller side of average..?

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Right now I’m stuck on oatmeal with peanut butter & honey.

34. Have you ever left the country? Nope.

35. Have you ever tried archery? Nope.

36. Do you like anyone? Not anyone who knows I exist, l o l

37. Favorite swear word? Y’know, I don’t really swear irl.

38. When do you fall asleep? As of lately, it’s been around 11 - 12.

39. Do you have any scars? Some tiny ones but nothing too noticeable.

40. Sexual orientation? Straight.

41. Are you a good liar? I would say so, hehe oops

42. What languages would you like to learn? I wanted to learn Korean, but I’m not really sure.

43. Top 10 songs? Oh gosh. This is always changing. Music is my passion. Anything Hozier, 5SOS, Shawn Mendes, Astrid S, Billie Eilish, so many more.

44. Do you like your country? It is what it is. I can’t complain too much haha.

45. Do you have friends from the web? Yes! They’re some of my very favorite people. <3

46. What is your personality type? I’m rather quiet and often seen as shy. I’m laid back and open about most things. Most people probably would say I’m nice and positive (or I hope).

47. Hogwarts House? I’m honestly not sure.

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yep.

49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to? My first thought was Jessica Day.

50. Left or right handed? Right.

51. Are you scared of spiders? Terrified.

52. Favorite food? I enjoy most foods.

53. Favorite foreign food? Tacos. But again, I eat most foods.

54. Are you a clean or messy person? Clean.

55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? Be a good ole boy & do what they do.

56. What color underwear? Pink & gray.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Depends, but an average of 30 - 40 mins.

58. Do you have much of an ego? No.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck.

60. Do you talk to yourself? Don’t we all?

61. Do you sing to yourself? Yes. More often than not.

62. Are you a good singer? Yes…?

63. Biggest Fears? Spiders, heights, large bodies of water, the unknown.

65. Are you a grammar nazi? I can be.

66. Do you have long or short hair? Short!

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? I’d probably have to write them down, but I could do it.

68. Favorite school subject? I think I was best at English and math. I enjoyed psychology in college.

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Introvert.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope.

71. What makes you nervous? New opportunities, especially if I don’t know what to expect.

72. Are you scared of the dark? I certainly don’t enjoy it.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends - sometimes.

74. Are you ticklish? Yep.

75. Have you ever started a rumor? Not intentionally.

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? Nope.

77. Have you ever drank underage? Nope.

78. Have you ever done drugs? I tried weed once, if that counts.

79. What do you fantasize about? I feel my tumblr speaks for itself, especially my personal one.

80. How many piercings do you have? 4 in my ears, and I had my cartilage pierced but the hole closed.

81. Can you roll your R’s? I can.

82. How fast can you type? Reasonably fast.

83. How fast can you run? I don’t enjoy running & will only do it if something is after me.

84. What color is your hair? Brown/reddish.

85. What color are your eyes? Blue.

86. What are you allergic to? Nothing that I’m aware of.

87. Do you keep a journal? Eh, no.

88. Are you depressed about anything? Depression has been a struggle for me, but I always try to stay positive. :)

89. Do you like your age? Sure, why not.

90. What makes you angry? It takes a good bit to get me fired up, so I can’t really think of anything particular off the top of my head.

91. Do you like your own name? Sure, why not.

92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? Not that I know of, but who knows what I did as a child.

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? I would like one of each - no particular order.

94. What talents do you have? Singing, dancing, a few enjoy what I write. I’m pretty creative & “good” at several things, but not really outstanding at anything.

95. Sun or moon? Both.

96. How did you get your name? My parents liked it. Not sure there’s really any story behind it.

97. Are you religious? I am.

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? Currently no, but it’s something I’ve looked into a good bit lately.

99. Color of your bedspread? Pale yellow.

100. Color of your room? Beige.

[notorgazmo-blog]

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN.

repost, not reblog! tag muns you would like to get to know better when done!

tagged by: @nctfree

name:  Savannah

nickname: Sav, never Vannah

age: 23

pronouns: She/her

height: 5′6″

birthday: Oct 26

aesthetic: gold, burgundy, mountains, smoking, sweaters, inappropriate jokes, puppies

last song you listened to: Traveling In Pairs - Salt Cathedral 

favourite muse(s) you’ve written: Ummm Joe Young/Orgazmo obv. 

what inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): It’s my favorite movie; he’s so wholesome (and prissy) ... Just such a sweetheart. Pure of heart, wants to do the right thing. And Trey Parker is one of my all time heroes. I’m from Colorado and in the entertainment industry, and kind of plan on following in his footsteps. 

what is your favorite aspect of your current muse: His heart and his kindness. 

favourite types of threads: Ones where shit gets done, things move forward. I like character development. I like for Joe to learn more about himself, for him to have to take a look at himself and his life. And fuck it, I like fluff too. 

biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: Biggest struggle is most people haven’t seen Orgazmo and don’t know what it is. Lots of people RP The Book of Mormon and don’t even know they’re practically in the same universe. Like, there are literally so many parallels. I could RP with any one of y’all but most of them don’t talk to me. Which I’m not bitter about, I love my writing partners more than air - it’s just sort of like, why? LIKE HELLO Joe’s a shining Mormon missionary! Minus the porn stuff. lol

tagging:  whoever wants to

[vannahfanfics]

I'm interested in applying for an upcoming zine (because I have an obsession) so does anybody have some Ichigo x Rukia requests so I can stock up my portfolio? 😊

[vannahfanfics]

Out of curiosity, could you list everything that's currently in your queue?

Sure! It's not very long; I'm trying my best to publish once a day at 5 p.m., but with my exam block approaching, I may have to stop posting for a bit 😅 In order, I have:

A domestic IchiRuki request;

A Chrome x Ken (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!) story;

A Sokka x Yue story;

And a Mei x Melissa mad scientist-themed headcanon request!