#welp another to the wip pile!!

[thebirdarts]

Wip Wednesday [Thursday] part 2

a new wip that i didnt start in time to show of yesterday, just the sketch so far, but when I saw these posters on my dash again I knew I had to use it for me Tesoro as the kingmaker work I've been planning for ages... Muros getting a dye job- just kidding- but I had to make the crown drip blood and colouring Muros hair red seemed like a choice that fits well with the vibe of the original poster. Not sure how to emulate in the overwhelming black given Tesoros hatred of sleeves but I will see what works best when I get to the colouring stage!

[sleepy-spam-reblog-things]

Thinking of making a fic based off this now

Oh that's where he went

[vanmarkus]

Wip Wednesday 🎄

I was tagged by the ever so lovely @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon and @rainbow-nerdss mwuah 💛

Welp a little later than usual but here I am! And uh apparently I added another Christmas fic to the pile because why not lmao but it's just a real short one and I'm aiming for it to be posted this week. 🫡

He was just about to decide what kind of disgustingly greasy takeout food to order, when the door clicked open behind his back.

He turned to see— Eddie. Because of course it was Eddie.

“Hey,” he said gently, shutting the door behind himself and Buck knew it was a little irrational right now, but it still warmed his heart that Eddie came and went like this; that he knew no matter what, he was always welcome here.

“Hi.” Buck gave him a weak smile over the brim of his beer bottle, unsure of what to expect.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Why, did uh did I not seem okay?” Buck scoffed, just falling short of casual.

Eddie averted his gaze almost guiltily before pinning Buck with a knowing look. “No.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s fair.” Buck took a long swig of his beer with a grimace.

“You know it doesn’t change anything, right?”

“Uh no, Eddie, I really don’t know that.” Buck drawled and put the bottle down on the counter top with a loud clink.

“Bu—”

“Eddie, you’re leaving the 118. That- that literally changes everything!” He spread his arms widely, as if he could indicate just how much of that everything covered.

✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @ladydorian05 @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @eowon @heartshapedvows @nmcggg @watchyourbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie

[kemendin]

I finished my second runthrough of the JK class story last night, on second Cas, and I’ve had a lot of Thoughts about the aftermath running through my brain….

For Cas it’s not just ‘welp Emperor’s dead, let’s blow this clam bake’ - he brings the Dark Temple down on Vitiate in a surge of fury and Scourge has to dig him out and rescue him, and there’s a decent span of recuperation before the ceremony.

Cas very nearly refuses to even attend the celebration - the last thing he wants to do is stand there in front of half the Republic and be proclaimed a hero. As far as he’s concerned, his hero days died on the Fortress under Vitiate’s control. In the end Kira persuades him to go and be congratulated, but he’s clearly subdued through the proceedings, doesn’t say any more than he has to.

He also flatly declines being elevated to the rank of Jedi Master. He tells Satele he’s too young, he’s not ready, and in front of so many eyes she doesn’t fight him on it. Or maybe she sees the look in his eyes, haunted by shadows, and wisely decides not to press it. Because Cas is still bitter about what happened on the Fortress, he still blames the Jedi for it at least in part, and his relationship with the Order, and the Council in particular, is still far too fractured for him to feel right about being their peer.

And running underneath all of this is the dread that Scourge is going to leave, now that they’ve accomplished what brought them together and Cas is no longer useful to him. Because they’re still Jedi and Sith, still so different and contentious with each other, but Cas can’t fight what he feels for Scourge and he KNOWS that if Scourge leaves now - that’s it, it’s over, there will never be another chance for them. He has to find a way to convince Scourge to stay as part of the crew.

And that’s what I’m unexpectedly writing now, that scene. Another WIP on the pile, send help.

[disheveled-artist]

It sucks when you really want to do something, like really, REALLY, want to do something, but your brain goes, 'hah, nah bro' and stops you from doing it.... Welp, time to add another cool idea to the wip pile and cover it with a blanket to not feel the shame.

[jgyapologism]

welp. the results are in

truly amazing 17/17 say yes looks like the people have spoken. another project to add to my already packed wip pile

love this for me <3

So I found an old fic I wrote (and orphaned) and realized the characters are a near-perfect fit for Sand and Ray.

For a bit of context: it's about soulmates. Sand's character would be a long-time fan of Ray's (who is famous in some way I haven't decided yet b/c the original one doesn't fit him), and his best friend, Nick, basically arranges their meeting and they slowly fall in love from there.

(it's also over 100k words)

[barricadebops]

Oh my God, I did it. I finally fucking did it. I lost the battle against temptation and started writing an Enjoltaire Tangled AU.

[thelreads]

Welp, the “a few days” that I previously mentioned unfortunately got a bit pushed back as work started to pile and pile on top of me this previous week. The usual stuff, 14-hours shift, all on my own, lovely days. Funnily enough I did manage to write a tad bit, and will probably post another chapter of my wip soon, but that`s irrelevant now, it`s time to return to the liveblog. I`m lucky that today is Sunday, the weekend is when I`m planning to schedule the Spy x Family chapters from now on.

Last time- oh boy that was a long time ago, but if I recall correctly it was right after Twilight succeeded in his mission. It was the end of the underground tennis war match arena of hell arc, right? Yeah it was that, I just looked at the previous liveblog. So, let us start again, shall we? Hopefully I`ll be able to get a good chunk of the chapter today, so, let us begin Mission 34.

Oh, right where we left apparently, in the spymobile. Twilight is about to have some much needed rest and care after that absolute flustercuck that was his mission.

Oh Twilight, you shouldn`t have said that, she`s into that kind of shit, you know? Not the reported part, she just want people to think you two are an item.

[karoiseka]

Bolt

Note: ENDWALKER SPOILERS (through just after 1st dungeon)

((I was struck instantly by an idea [Which is ironically a lead-in to a WIP I’m working on...] and just never got the details smoothed out quickly.  Welp, here’s late entry #2))

Low murmurs filled the large room along with the constant background hum of the machines made to help with the sewing.  Ruveydah Fibers was practically buzzing compared to other parts of the city Karo had visited earlier with Estinien.  They had paused here in the brightly adorned room, long enough for the Dragoon to comment on some of the fabric colors and how Aymeric would like a few of the shades–gold and blue in particular.  The walk through the city had been the longest the two had been together alone in a long time, and Karo enjoyed the small tidbits of information that seemed to spill forth from his lips while he matched his pace to her smaller legs.  She wasn’t surprised that Aymeric wasn’t far from Estinen’s thoughts, but, for him to admit it so openly with her–well, it was a welcome change of pace from his gruff brooding she had mostly been subjected to.

She was supposed to be heading down to the High Crucible, and she mused she really was, however, the idea of dressing her beaus up, as well as buying some local outfits for the rest of the Scions was too good to pass up.  She had already gotten ahold of Tataru on Linkshell and scribbled down everyone’s measurements (including that of a certain Lord Commander who would be getting a gift signed as if from Estinien).  Now all Karo had to do was pick out which colors everyone got from the endless bolts of cloth that surrounded her.

There was much to be said about keeping with the colors her friends most often wore, and another train of thought that had her dressing them in complementing colors that were just a little different.  Running a hand along a deep green she smiled and got to work. 

The deep green was one of the first she set aside, thinking what a good contrast that would make to Alphinaud’s normal blues.  To simplify she planned to have all the designs be similar cuts that she had seen scattered throughout the city.  Karo wandered the room, eyes searching for the perfect matches in her mind.  A dark purple would do to shake things up for Y’shtola, close enough to her now normal black.  Moments later an amber peered out from in between the stacks, reminding her of Urianger’s gentle eyes, and into the pile it went.  The shimmering pearl white spoke of Thancred entirely too much, as did the deep dark red just a few shades darker than G’raha’s Exarch robe.

Karo didn’t notice the attention she was getting from the weavers as the pile of bolts grew on the table she had claimed, so absorbed in her joyful shopping.  Unbeknownst to her, she had been pulling some fairly pricey cloths as she looked for quality and color first.  Unbeknownst to the workers, Karo had been saving and not had much to spend gil on for quite some time, and had quite the stash put away for treats like this.

A bolt of reddish-orange went in the pile for Alisaie, and a deep violet blue for Estinien.  The gift for Aymeric, Karo searched quite a bit longer for, finally finding the Borel blue silk laced with gold that Estinien had pointed out earlier in the day.  Pale pink and spring green were the last colors pulled for gifts of the Lalafell pair back home, and Karo turned to finally grab the blue silk shot with silver thread that had caught her own eye.

Grinning, she turned to the waiting attendants, of which at this point a small crowd had stopped their work to watch the Warrior and her mountain of fabric.

“Okay, I have a list, who wants it?”  Karo’s laughter rang out in the halls as the weavers descended, all intent to share in the commission.

[noteguk]

Hai miss nala!!! Idk if you saw it going around but I saw a bunch of authors doing yhis tag game about which wips they were writing?? I was wondering if you could tell us what you have in store since you didn’t do the tag game 🥺

Hey!! Welp I’m actually horrible with tag games 💀 I always think “I’ll do it later!!” and I always forget... but sure!! I have a lot of incoherent ideas in my wips but these are the most “complete” ones:

Athlete!jk x reader / childhood best friends + fake dating / college au

Bad romance! The next part of the bad influence series in which they finally get together 😑 it’s been 84 years

A weird outline of the other parts of the bi series as well (two so far, to be exact), plus an enormous pile of half-written drabbles that I’ll probably finish in a maniacal frenzy as always

Dark medieval fantasy with Taehyung that I’m pretty sure I’ll actually never finish but I’m really proud of the plot???

doctor!reader x firefighter!jk 🙃 this one is making me suffer

brother’s best friend with Taehyung, with an extra spark of the usual corruption kink (another one that I’m pretty sure I’ll never finish lmao)

a request I got for virgin!namjoon and experienced!reader (this one I’m like one paragraph away from finishing but I have no idea how to wrap it up dhdkdhd)

InstagramModel!jk x reader / roommates au (kinda stuck on a few plot points :/)

enemies to lovers drabble with fboy!jimin

[rum-and-shattered-dreams]

20 First Lines

Tagged by @athgalla and @novantinuum​! Thanks! This should be interesting!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories.  See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

_

I don’t have 20 “published” fics so I might fill out the extras with some old or unfinished things.

Unless otherwise specified, these are Gravity Falls fics. I’ll just go in order from oldest to newest with the extras tacked on at the end:

1) Mending

A chilled evening breeze, laced in the scents of grass and evergreen, blew through the broken walls and collapsed beams of the Mystery Shack’s living room.

2) Behind the Facade (starts with a flashback to childhood)

Stan kicked his feet, sending his swing hurtling back and forth.

3) The Vandals

From the moment he returned to Dimension 46’/, Stanford wanted to know what had become of his old friend, Fiddleford.

4) Maybe It’s Not Too Late

The Stan O’ War II was a creaky vessel cobbled together by loving hands.

5) Artistic Differences

Crisp leaves rustled across the gravel path in a cascade of yellow and orange.

6) Letters to the Oracle

Early September brought a cool breeze to the forest making Stanford’s morning walks infinitely more pleasant.

7) The Gift of Sleep

Dipper yawned and turned another page, soaking in the story of a boy who could travel to other worlds in his dreams.

8) One Person’s Boredom Is Another Person’s Fun (One shot in the Maybe It’s Not Too Late series)

Stanford’s pen scribbled between the lines of a notebook, his curly cursive filling the backs and fronts of nearly every dogeared page with revised notes from a long day of lectures.

9) The Best Handyman This Place Has Ever Seen

Stan showed nearly every yellowed tooth of his dentures in a smile that strained his cheeks as much as his patience.

10) Maybe It's Not Too Late - deleted/unwritten scenes

Stan and Fiddleford dragged their feet across the terrazzo, slogging their way to the musty elevator through a maze of scuffed walls and hospital halls.

11) Heroism is Subjective (Starts with a flash forward to Dipper and Mabel as adults)

Dipper had barely climbed out of his slush-spattered SUV when a flash of pink and purple slammed into him and powerful arms wrapped around his neck.  Mabel's quilted coat sleeves squished against his cheeks as she squealed in delight, "Dipper!"

12) The Plaidypus

In a tangle of half-shadows cast in purple, red, green, and blue, stretching from the base of each object on his desk, cast from the glow of every lamp in his study turned to its brightest setting, Stanford's head spun.

13) The Man Downstairs

A quiet mind was a rare occurrence for Stanford Pines, even before he'd made the deal that plunged his life into lonely confinement.

14) He Thought He’d Be Relieved (One-shot in The Man Downstairs series)

It had already been three years - Three years since that demon discovered a way to possess Ford's body whenever he pleased and they still had no way of stopping him.

15) A Fresh Start

Ford awoke, curled up on his side, to the nose-tingling scent of fresh-cut wood and a sneeze that alerted him to a more pressing matter than his irritated sinuses.

16) Devour-Ed (The only Ed, Edd, and Eddy thing I’ve ever written - from 2004 >_< If anyone wants to look at this atrocity it actually still exists on Fanart Central along with some old art which is half embarrassingly horrible and half actually not bad)

“Run, Ed, run!” Edd screamed, to a scurrying Ed. “I’m running, I’m running!” Ed huffed as he carried Edd on his shoulders. “Hurry, hurry!” Edd panicked. “I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying!” “In, in!” The two Eds scrambled through the door to Ed’s house. “I’m inning, I’m inning!”

17) Ripples to Waves (Working title - original WIP)

“Hurry!  Uh… I mean…  please, can’t we go any faster?”  Thick navy cotton crinkled between Kai’s fidgeting hands leaving the hem of his military cadet coat pressed with wrinkles.

18) Untitled Prequel to Ripples to Waves (Is it? IDK. It might be part 1 of the series?)

Wilhelmina was, despite her habit of climbing dirt piles and rolling down the sides, a princess.

19) Maybe Part 2 or 3 of Ripples to Waves? This one might need some explanation since it would have been set up in a previous part that Alstr is blind, Kai has actually silver hair and uses tarnish remover to clean it sometimes, and they train together daily. (And they might be destined to be NB ace partners but don’t know it yet ;))

Alstr’s staff sailed through the air toward Kai’s head.  He barely somersaulted out of the way, his braid flipping behind him and leaving a pungent trail of tarnish remover for Alstr to follow.

20) There is no 20 :P

Technically there are... other things I’ve written but I’m not going to be horny on main I mean there are a bunch of things that will never be finished and a bunch that are too nebulous to pick out an opening line so I’ll just leave it at that.

Welp, guess I go for a lot of description or setting the scene right away. Some are awfully wordy in looking back on them. The shorter, snappier ones feel better to me now. 

As for a favorite, I kind of like # 18. It’s short but still sets up the premise of the character. And I’m pretty fond of #13 and #9 for setting up the mood/tone.

And now for the tagging! It looks like a bunch of people I know have already been tagged but if you haven’t been and you see this, consider yourself tagged!

[luly902]

Me: has 5 wips, 2 dtiys and 1 collab , all unfinished*

@mr-scrapton-fnaf-offical : uploads a new DTIYS of their fnaf awesome au*

Me: welp guess another going to the pile—

[diedieri]

WIP - Unfinished- Holiday Brickercup (that sounds like a cookie)

So I really really wanted to get this finished the for Holiday but..Kinda lost steam.

I loved the idea of fluff n smut and I was like I need to get some Brick and Buttercup action so it doesn’t bleed too much into the main fic (LOLOLOLOL WELP)

so...this is unfinished, it’s a one shot, who knows maybe I’ll feel motivated later. I had a whole vision for this and for a Butch x Buttercup one shot too

alas...

I legit have not reread a damn word of this.

Little ficlet under the cut. I guess a bit of a warning-- i love all the dumbass holiday movie tropes. xDDDD;; so that’s what this (and the other) were supposed to be. Self indulgent lol  WHEN AM I NOT YOLO.

If motivation does hit me, i will prolly put the finished product up on AO3

happy holidays merry christmas, mask up and stay safe

Christmas.

 Cookies. Presents. Families. Snow. And escape plans.

��Year after year, Buttercup had told herself she was going to skip it. Tell her family oh sorry, she had other plans. Every year, she came closer than the last. Last year had been that final straw. Buttercup, the only single sister watching everyone laugh and clap at the serendipitous surprise of both Blossom and Bubbles being proposed to. Buttercup was happy for them, and hateful for every family gathering to follow. Every time her sister’s promised they knew a girl, they knew a guy, that she would just love if she gave them a chance!

 Buttercup hadn’t been looking for love or waiting for it. There was a city to save. Work to be done.

 So this Christmas, she had a plan. From Halloween on she’d been dropping hints and planting the seeds of her having someone to see. Being late due to a date. At last when Blossom proposed the time the meet at the house, Buttercup laid out her cards.

 “Oh, this year I’m actually going out of town! It’s nothing, big…Just.” She had to downplay it and let her sisters assume it was her pride getting in the way. They were elated and made her swear next year she’d insist the plans be back at the Professors.

 It would have been just as easy to stay home in her apartment to play out her rouse. The more Buttercup had begun to imagine her would be date, the more she had decided to be accurate, incase anyone asked questions. She’d tell them which cabin she was going to, how cold it was going to be. She researched every night until one day she had done it. She booked a cabin from a small mom and pop place. They had pictures on their website but you had to call to make reservations.

 What would Christmas be without a little self-indulgence? Wine, lingerie, bathbombs, and cookies were all on the list. It was her first vacation ever, the first ever alone at least. Bubbles had given her a gift just for the trip, a freshly knitted scarf and cap. Blossom bought her an expensive leather jacket. The professor got her doc martins. The guilt bled in a little. Only a little. She need the time away. To feel good and sane again. The distance would help her love her family and not strangle them.

    “Ms. Utonium! You’re. Here.”  The disappointment had never been more obvious. Buttercup barely got in the door, she hadn’t been able to shut it quick enough without letting snow blow in. Even her vision had been questionable in the brewing snow storm. Her cheeks were red and fingers nearly frozen shut around the handles of her duffle.

 “Yeah,” Buttercup didn’t smile to met the woman’s nervous countenance. She was portly and rosey cheeked, though Buttercup would argue it was more flustered than natural. She set her bag at her feet. A distance from the counter.

 “Oh sweetie,” Her distance instantly recognized, “I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just. Well.” She shuffled from behind the counter, her hands wiped over her apron hand stitched with an abundance of Christmas decorum. It matched the check in cabin nicely. Two trees. Real pine. A burning fire place. There were presents neatly placed under the pine and stockings stuffed to the brim. The lights on this cabin had been a dead give away when she wasn’t sure where to check in.

 “You see with the storm coming, folks haven’t been checkin’ out. I couldn’t kick them out without a plan on Christmas. And with the planes grounded, I didn’t think anyone else would be coming in.”

 At the mention of anyone else Buttercup turned completely to the red couch just behind her, another guest with a long black coat and red cap. If there had been any surprise he had since collected himself and left Buttercup alone to flounder.

 Brick. Rowdyruff Brick was sitting with crossed arms staring her down. Of course the only two people with super powers had braved the storm and made it up to the mountain.

 “Well darlin, you see, we have one cabin left.”

 “So you gave it to him?” Buttercup asked with a snap, eyes still on Brick. If there was anything a Ruff could manage to take from a Puff it was their happiness. Buttercup’s one holiday she’d given herself. The chance to be without ridicule and out from under a microscope, the only one single and alone—her perfectly planned cottage get away. Stolen.

 “No.” Brick answered for her. “She wanted to be sure no one was coming.”

 “Goodness gracious,” The woman fanned her face despite the chill. She’d said it like a swear and the tone had Buttercup turning her back on Brick. Somehow she suspected this woman rarely swore and her meltdown would be a bigger threat than Brick.

 “Hey, Ma’am its—”

 “We know each other,” Brick cut in. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Buttercup, a visual representation to calm the ailed woman. “We can split it.”

 “What?” The hostess and Buttercup asked together.  

  “But she’s,” a she, the woman might have said.

 “I can handle myself lady.” Buttercup stomped out the fear without batting an eye. The point of this vacation was to be alone, right? If Brick had come this far away from Townsville it had to be no different than her.

 “Is that alright?” Her cheeks were less fire engine emergency and more Jack Frost had nipped at her cheeks. Buttercup made fists in her pockets and damned the will of the people.

 “That’ll be just fine.” Hardly. “Brick is a real gentleman. Righty Bricky?” She had been queuing up for a pack mule joke, but he had already shouldered her bag and taken the key from the Mrs. Klaus look alike.

 “Oh dearie, take this. You’ll need all the extra you can get.” She hoisted a bundle of logs with both hands, Brick took it with one. “Oh, goodness and why don’t you take this on the house. For the trouble. We normally host a Christmas party, a little raffle.” She gifted Buttercup with a blanketed basket.

 With the way Mrs. Klaus had been apologizing, Buttercup had been expecting the worst pick of the lot. Brick, drove their rented car slower than she’d ever seen him move up the twisted Mountain Road. It was farther than the other cabins. Brick gestured to the crude map that had come with the key.

 “The Christmas Cottage. Really.” Buttercup snickered and noted the ghost of a smirk on Brick.

 “What do you expect? I booked the one on Rudolph road.”

 “I thought Snowflake Lane was winter themed.” It had been the cheapest of the bunch and even for her fake trips, Buttercup had kept to a budget.

 The outside was small, decorated modestly with lighted candy canes noting the start of the long driveway up to the cottage. They framed the walkway up to the door, keeping its guest on path. This far up the mountain and back into the wood, the snow had piled on high and thick. The candy canes barely had any light to them under the grey sky and hidden under blankets of snow.

 The chill was enough to have Brick and Buttercup moving quick. Neither dawdled over their situation and wanted to get in the cabin and warm themselves up. Brick fumbled with his things and the keys, he barely stepped in before back tracking to the car. He had thought a little deeper into the lodging, bringing multiple cooking supplies where Buttercup had a bag of goods to make pancakes, cookies, sausage, eggs, popcorn and frozen pizza. She thought about dining out one of the nights, she hadn’t thought about that being weather considering. Weather had played a very small part in her fantasy get away.

 Of course Brick had considered everything. Buttercup hung in the doorway, Brick maneuvering around her to set down the large yeti cooler. He shut the door behind them,

 “It’s warm.” He held out a palm. Buttercup kept hers tucked under her armpits. Her breathe wasn’t visible in the cabin and the chill closed behind them she thought anything might feel warm.

 “Stomp off the snow and kick off your shoes.”

 “I know how snow works,” Buttercup chirped and carefully undid the laces. As much as she loved the new kicks it was a relief to be out of them. The backs of her ankles were no stronger than anyone else’s when it came to breaking in new boots. She floated above the wood flooring to the cream colored carpeting.

 Brick turned on every light as he walked, carrying the cooler to the kitchenette first. Buttercup couldn’t believe her own gasp.

 The sharp ‘what’ died gently when he saw just what the switch had turned on. Every eve above the head was wrapped in white lights, the door frames lined with lighted garland and a tree just in front of the balcony, across from the dark fireplace. Blossom was a master interior designer, but Buttercup had never oo’ed and aw’ed like this before. It was a scene out of a movie, she was staring at a real life Christmas card. A red plush blanket tossed over the couch. Matching mugs on the wooden coffee table, Mr. and Mrs.

 “Oh shit,” Buttercup held one up, a packaged cocoa nestled neatly inside. “I guess this is why she sorry.”

 “Honeymoon suite.” Brick agreed and held up a bottle of champagne. “Oh. And there’s cake.” He read the card,

“A small wedding cake for the lovely Mr. and Mrs. Rudolph.”

 “You’re shitting me,” Buttercup floated behind him. The damn thing was even decorated with the two reindeer. Either the couple would have hated or loved this. Likely loved it considering their location of choice.

 “Well. Mr. Rudolph. We have cake.” Buttercup had no shame. Free wedding cake? She’d take the name if it came with a prize.

 “I bet there are more surprises, Mrs. Rudolph.”  His joke knocked a grin onto her face. Brick was snide and snarky. His remarks could cut as deep as his fist could punch. Something said without it being at the expense of any person was a bit of a surprise.

 “Should we see what else the happy couple left four our honeymoon?”

 “Wouldn’t that be stealing?”

 “We’re helping them not be wasteful. Come on.”

 “Go on, I’m going to start the fire.”

 “Oh because that’s such a challenge for you.”  Buttercup reached, her nail dragged from his collar bone and over Brick’s adam’s apple. Her sister was an ice breather and he had a belly of fire.

 “I don’t need to use shit to start a fire.”

 “Uh-huh, I’m sure you can.” Buttercup batted her eyes and walked down the hall, “I’ll turn up the heater. Don’t want to freeze out.”

 Buttercup didn’t really doubt the resourcefulness of the other. The boys had lived on their own, who knows what tricks each of them had picked up to sustain themselves. The banter was just another dialect, part of Buttercup’s language. A natural problem starter and shit stirrer.

[ythmir-writes]

Are you still looking for prompts for 182? Ikémen sengoku Hideyoshi + box please~~~~ OMG are you gonna leave us after 182? 😭😭😭

hello hello dear anon! Welp at the time you sent this, I was still looking for prompts but for now it’s closed until I wrap up part 1 (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

and as to your other question, well I can’t say what will happen in the future but for now, rest assured I’m not going anywhere! I love writing too much to stop after 182 and I have too many WIPS and OCs and AUs and a whole bunch of stuff I haven’t done yet (ฅΦωΦ)ฅ 

erratic posting schedule aside, i’m here to stay for a looooong time

so here you go! i hope you enjoy this. it’s super casual and fun!

BOX

fandom: Ikemen Sengokucharacter: Hideyoshi Toyotomi

“Hideyoshi, just please.” Ieyasu groaned. “For the love of everything that you consider holy, stop pacing.”

Hideyoshi waved a hand. “I can’t.”

“Can’t?” Ieyasu grumbled behind his coffee mug. “Or won’t?”

“Both.” Hideyoshi ran a hand nervously through his hair. “The post office told me it’ll be here by six a.m. And it’s -” Hideyoshi shot a glance at the clock “ - been ten minutes since.”

Ieyasu sighed loudly. Or groaned again. He was not sure. Mornings without having two black coffees first were blurry at best; he was only halfway through his first. That Hideyoshi had been pacing like a panicking chicken around the kitchen island made this morning just a little bit more surreal. Then again, Hideyoshi pacing should not have been a new thing.

“It’ll get here.” Mitsunari said brightly as he slathered what looked like his third slab of peanut butter onto the toast in his hand. Ieyasu shuddered, taking away the peanut butter from him.

“You’ll make yourself sick.”

“What?” Hideyoshi and Mitsunari both asked, turning to him.

Ieyasu grumbled, reflexively shrinking back into his hoodie, unable to take both their attention at the same time. “Ugh. Stop. Please let me have my second coffee before you shine on me.” Mitsunari offered to get him a second cup (Ieyasu declined). Hideyoshi muttered something about heart palpitations before resuming his pacing (Ieyasu ignored).

“Well, isn’t this a chaotic sight.” Mitsuhide appeared by the kitchen door, already looking fresh and prepped for the day, his white hair slicked back to dry.

Ieyasu gestured at Hideyoshi who was peeking at the living room window again. “Package day.”

Mitsuhide raised his brows in understanding. “Well. This country’s postal system has never failed us before.”

“That’s right.” Mitsunari added. “Lord Nobunaga’s packages always reach us.”

“I know. I know.” Hideyoshi stopped in front of them, pointing a finger on his own watch. “But the question is when, when, when.”

“Sooner than you think.” Masamune piped, moving away from the stove and placing the scrambled eggs on the last empty plate. “Now settle down like good children and have breakfast. We can’t keep vigil on Nobunaga’s package on empty stomachs.”

Everyone agreed, save for Hideyoshi who scratched his head; anxious and ready to explode.

As much as Ieyasu wanted to ignore Hideyoshi, their kitchen-island/dining area could fit only six people, and there was no way he could miss Hideyoshi managing to do two more laps around the island before settling down on his usual seat.

“I can’t take this anymore.” He declared.

Ieyasu was about to open his mouth to say that Hideyoshi was not the only one, when all of a sudden the doorbell rang. Hideyoshi shot out of his seat and managed to get to the door in two steps. Not that it was impossible given how tiny their apartment was but the speed still managed to rock Hideyoshi’s chair back. Masamune only barely saved it from hitting the floor.

Mitsuhide chuckled, bringing his mug to his lips. “I just love the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the taste of panic in the morning.”

“Don’t be mean.” Masamune said but there was no reprimand in his voice. “Hideyoshi hasn’t been sleeping well since Nobunaga took that vacation.”

“It was his idea.” Ieyasu said, watching Hideyoshi at the corner of his eye. Hideyoshi peeped through the window, said something incoherent about punctuality and how young ones just cannot be expected to keep time anymore, before yanking open the door.

“Yeah.” Masamune answered. “But Hideyoshi thought he was going to go with him.”

Ieyasu could still remember how Hideyoshi had been on the verge of a breakdown as Nobunaga waved at them before passing through the luggage check-in at the airport. He could also distinctly remember Hideyoshi making Nobunaga promise to send him proof he arrived at his hotel safely.

Nobunaga had agreed. Hideyoshi had looked hopeful. Ieyasu had chosen to ignore the look Nobunaga had given Hideyoshi. He had also chosen to stop himself from asking if Hideyoshi, in his grief, caught that mischievous twinkle in Nobunaga’s eyes.

Twenty four hours into his absence, Nobunaga’s package had arrived: five beautifully crafted store-bought hotel mugs, one for each of them, with their initials stylishly handpainted at the bottom.

Hideyoshi had been beside himself with joy and relief, happily admiring his white mug with a bold green HT, and saying something about Nobunaga’s excellent taste -

Until he opened the envelope that came with the mugs. It contained pictures, mostly selfies. The top of the pile showed that Nobunaga did arrive at his hotel in Germany as he promised. The succeeding pictures also showed that he had begun a spontaneous cross-trekking trip from Europe to Asia using only a popular ride-sharing app.

The last picture was Nobunaga on the side of a road in the middle of what looked like a dense forest. He was smiling his usual gallant smile and he was holding a piece of paper where he wrote the words, “EVERYTHING IS FINE”. A car was behind him, smoking as cars usually did when they hit trees at very high speeds.

How Nobunaga managed to take them all and print them all and then send them to the apartment within twenty-four hours would remain mystery until he arrived.

How they had managed to stop Hideyoshi from going hysterical and following Nobunaga was all thanks to a second package that arrived twenty minutes from the first. It had another picture and a letter specifically telling Hideyoshi not to follow Nobunaga and to wait for him to come back. It also contained a promise that Nobunaga would be sending packages periodically over time. So there should be nothing for them to worry about.

Ieyasu had welcomed the idea of an extended break from their work. Masamune and Mitsuhide had agreed with him. Mitsunari had wondered out loud if they could ask Nobunaga for specific souvenirs. Only Hideyoshi seemed to foam at the mouth. Everyone that was not Mitsuhide tried to console him. And at that time, Ieyasu had somehow felt sorry for him and almost regretted not mentioning that he had a hunch Nobunaga was up to something.

Until Hideyoshi began his ritual pacing whenever it was time for Nobunaga’s package to arrive. Now, Ieyasu was past caring. Nobunaga needed to come back asap to get him sorted out.

“What is it, Hideyoshi?” Mitsuhide asked as Hideyoshi closed the door “What did our lord and master send over this time?”

Ieyasu set down his mug and watched as Hideyoshi carried the box into their kitchen area. It was a bit large, almost three feet tall and five feet across. It had red FRAGILE stickers all over, and somehow Ieyasu had the distinct impression Nobunaga had been given free reign of how much tape went on the box.

“That screams Nobunaga all over, doesn’t it?” Masamune commented, pushing back from the table to stand beside Hideyoshi.

“Did the postman say what’s inside?” Mitsunari asked, wiping excess rice from his chin.

“He didn’t.” Hideyoshi crouched down and placed a hand on top of the box.

“Well? Go on.” Mitsuhide said from where he sat. “Open it.”

HIdeyoshi sighed, shoulders slumping. “It’s like, I want to. But I’m afraid of what I’m going to find inside.”

Mitsuhide snorted. Masamune laughed.

“The live seafood was a shocker.” Masamune managed to wheeze. “Even if we did have to move half the living room to fit the aquariums. Tasted good tho.”

“Get it over with.” Ieyasu grumbled even as he got down from his own chair. “Here.” He handed Hideyoshi a pair of scissors. “The sooner you know the sooner we can all calm down.”

Hideyoshi wiped his hand on his nape. “All right.”

It took three whole minutes for Hideyoshi to cut through the packaging tape. He hesitated just short of cutting the box but then sighed and drove the scissors through. He pried it open the rest of the way and revealed a stack of items each wrapped in multi-colored cellophane wrapped around bubble wrap which in turn was wrapped around something. Ieyasu couldn’t see.

“So it wasn’t overkill then.” Masamune kneeled beside Hideyoshi. “These do look breakable.”

“Mason jars.” Mitsunari said from the far end of the table.

Hideyoshi made a noise as he picked up one of the jars and held it to the light. “I can’t see through all the wrapping.”

Never trust Nobunaga with tape. Or any packaging adhesive for that matter. Everything was fragile in his standards.

“Have you tried shaking it?” Mitsuhide asked.

Hideyoshi cast him a suspicious look. “You shake it.”

“Cowards.” Ieyasu sighed, picking one, testing its weight before placing it on the table. “What did the note say?”

“The card that came with said it was for health.”

“Great.” Ieyasu muttered. With the way things are looking, he needed something for all the stress. He began to pick at the wrapping. The cellophane was easy but it only revealed that the bubblewrap was secured by duct tape. Ieyasu sighed, cut through the damn thing, and peeled back Nobunaga’s obvious obsessiveness with packing materials.

The jar contained little multi-colored shapes, no bigger than a dime. Ieyasu turned it over and realized the they formed a rainbow. He quickly turned around to announce this, only to see that Masamune, Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi had all taken their jars and stepped back. And they were beckoning for a clueless Mitsunari to join them. “Seriously?!”

“You have to be honest, Nobunaga’s ideas get wilder each time.” Mitsuhide said in what seemed like everyone’s defense.

Ieyasu opened his mouth and then closed it. He really needed two coffees to be fully functional. “Mason jars could have seriously hurt us if Nobunaga made them burst in our face. They’re not made of tempered glass.”

“He would have bought something safe.” Hideyoshi said in automatic defense.

Mitsuhide raised a brow. “So you’re not against the idea of Nobunaga actually sending us a prank.”

Hideyoshi stiffened.

“Well?” Ieyasu waived an impatient hand. “I got meringue.”

“You what?!”

Masamune barked a laugh, tore at the wrappers, opened the jar, and took a sniff. “They’re technically healthy all right.” He scooped out something small and dark in his hands. “Chocolate balls.”

“Jawbreakers.” Mitsuhide announced.

“Sour tapes.” Mitsunari said.

Hideyoshi clutched his chest. “These aren’t healthy at all!”

“Oh!” Mitsunari clapped his hands. “But these are great when you feel a bit nauseous. It helps keep you levelled. And sugar helps keep you going if you have no food and are really hungry.”

“I have just maybe a very vague idea of what yours could be, Hideyoshi.” Mitsuhide grinned, popping a jawbreaker into his mouth. “Take a guess?”

Hideyoshi swallowed. “It’s that damned thing, isn’t it?”

“Your favorite.” Mitsuhide snickered.

Hideyoshi groaned, asked the heavens why did Nobunaga keep on torturing him, and proceeded to open his jar. The act seemed to take him forever and when he finally cracked open the jar, he let out the longest sigh Ieyasu had heard him have. “Konpeito.” Hideyoshi said in defeat.

“It’s all konpeito.” Mitsunari said as he went through the rest of the mason jars in the box.

Ieyasu was not sure whether he should pat Hideyoshi on the back or join in the laughter. He did not have a taste for sweets either. The meringue almost felt like punishment too.

But first before any consoling can be done, Ieyasu needed second cup of coffee.

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23/182

[davidthetraveler]

David’s Story Updates:  Beneath the Waves

Welp, here we go again.  Another WIP to add to the pile of things I may at some point actually finish.  But enough about that.

I’d like to introduce to you all a brand new story:  Beneath the Waves.  To explain it, here’s the summary:

Beneath the crashing waves of the sea lies a vast world teaming with extraordinary life.  But like all lives, not everything is better down where it’s wetter.  For four mers in particular, life under the sea is anything but easy.  Prejudice, tragedy, and general disrespect are as much a part of life for them as breathing.  But perhaps together, they can find a way to show their aquatic world the truth.  And maybe even save it along the way.

I hope you guys enjoy it, and if you can after reading it, feel free to leave me a comment to let me know what you thought of it.

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In any case, I’d like to thank everyone in advance for their patronage of this story, as well as any feedback you have for me.

I’d also like to thank @randomslasher for giving me permission to write this story, as well as creating the original mer AU that it was inspired by.

Also, a shout out to @omgoreokitkat-21 for helping me come up with the names for the other mer species/races and for looking over the first chapter for me.  Love you so much, Kit.

Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19081285/chapters/45330577

Disclaimer:  This story is written with the express permission of RandomSlasher (LJ).  While it is inspired by their original Mer AU, and borrows certain recognizable elements from it, it is in no way, shape, or form reflective of their story’s canon and represents its own separate literary world.

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[revasnaslan]

thanks! for you shiro, thace, varric, solas, and... dorian!

thank you vox!! :> this got kind of long cause i have a tendency to ramble so it’s going under a cut just i don’t clutter dashes

Shiro

First impression: hello there who are you?? (i think shiro was the first character i saw from voltron actually, ironically enough cause i know keith and lance are the ones who drag in a lot of people for… reasons.)

Impression now: HE IS A GOOD BOY!! A PURE BOY WHO DOESN’T DESERVE THIS SHIT!!

Favorite moment: omg there are so many tho?? i think my favorite right now (cause it changes) is the BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! scene

Idea for a story: well right now i’m trying to pick at a story for sh//unk week where he and hunk are talking about different it is in space?? like there’s not really weather or anything so they haven’t seen rain in weeks… months??

Unpopular opinion: i happen to headcanon him as asexual… or gray-a?? so like, seeing smut with him in (especially gross smut) kind of peeves me off a little bit =_=;;

Favorite relationship: i really adore his relationship with the rest of team voltron in general, but especially with keith, pidge, and allura… like honestly it’s just so nice that he cares about them so much hE BELIEVES IN THEM!!!

Favorite headcanon: oh i don’t think i’ve written up a character study for him yet so i haven’t really thought of any of them yet, but i do like reading explanations for that white streak in his hair??

Thace

First impression: okay truth be told, i only basically adopted him after he got rOBBED in S2… like before that my interest in him was just omg there’s a Galra who’s against Zarkon and he has a cool knife

Impression now: MY BEST BOY!! HE IS MY BEST BOY AND HE WAS ROBBED AND THEY WASTED SO MUCH POTENTIAL @ DREAMWORKS WRITERS GIVE HIM BACK

Favorite moment: *thace voice* that is very alarming (his lowkey sass is amazing tbh)

Idea for a story: look man do you want the long list or the short list because most of my current voltron fic wips involve thace in some capacity cause he’s my bby boy… most of this is thulaz too

Unpopular opinion: ugh and i am so sick of most of what i’ve seen for him in this fandom (making him kind of a jerk for one thing) hE IS A SWEETHEART LOOK AT THAT SMILE

Favorite relationship: considering his lack of screentime (my boy was rOBBED), most of this is fanon, but thulaz is my otp (”but what if–” “ulaz dO NOT”) and i adore thace being a paternal figure to keith (hE WAS SO NICE TO KEITH ;;;^;;;)

Favorite headcanon: LOOK AT HIM HE’S GOT ANXIETY also this man is demi as fuck with a low sex drive and you will take that headcanon away from me when you pry it from my cold dead heads

Varric

First impression: did that guy just shoot someone in the shoulder over a coin satchel

Impression now: hE NEEDS A VACATION AND A NAP

Favorite moment: the aforementioned “shooting someone in the shoulder over a coin satchel” is a v good one, but i also love any time he interacts with cassandra or cole or solas too xD

Idea for a story: he comes up with those, i don’t need to do his job for him xD

Unpopular opinion: he really needs to get over bianca (the woman, not the crossbow)

Favorite relationship: i just really love how he interacts with cole ;;v;; but i also love the relationship he has with hawke too

Favorite headcanon: ugh i know i’ve seen some good ones but i’m so out of touch with the dragon age fandom cause i’m like only connected to it by a string at this point so…

Solas

First impression: who the fuck is this why is this bald man talking to me

Impression now: MY TRASH EGG ELF HUSBAND

Favorite moment: *solas voice* was that a serious question? (cause that’s the moment i was like “weLP TIME TO GO RESTART THE GAME AS AN ELF”)

Idea for a story: i have huuuuuuge pile of wips from when dragon age was my main fandom that i might go back to one day, but the main one that i really want to eventually finish involves my lavellan accidentally being captured by his agents because they completely went against his orders to avoid bran at all costs and because it’s bran solas is now stuck with her because the only way she’s going home is kicking and screaming and he likes his knee caps thank you

Unpopular opinion: until the story plays out more i refuse to label him a villain (tho what he’s doing isn’t right and he really needs anOTHER nap) but rather an antagonist, because i highly doubt that even if he is a villain he’s the MAIN villain

Favorite relationship: i love the potential relationships he could have with lavellan, even if it’s not romantic?? like i really adore him just being friends with them too.

Favorite headcanon: uh… i really like the one where mythal is his mom?? idek why because it’s probably not gonna happen but it’s like the one that’s stuck with me the most and i think it’s because of the sheer hilarity of it (tho it’s also rather sad because mythal is clearly manipulating him to some degree)

Dorian

First impression: he fancy and has a nice voice

Impression now: I WILL PROTECT HIM

Favorite moment: his opening scene where he just straight up wHACKS a demon in the fucking face with his staff that was a+

Idea for a story: i don’t think i have any since dragon age isn’t my main fandom anymore, but i know i had some buried somewhere about his relationship with bran cause they were best friends??

Unpopular opinion: i don’t… really have one i don’t think??

Favorite relationship: i’ve never played his romance, but i know the relationship he has with an unromanced inquisitor is really really sweet… like honestly he deserves all the friends ;v;

Favorite headcanon: again i haven’t been actively involved in the dragon age fandom in probably like six months so i’m a little bit out of the loop and i haven’t really thought about it too much