#writing from my old blog

[desired-fantasy-writings]

(Most) NSR characters reaction to receiving flowers from their S/O

Request by: I forgor

Warnings: None

Readers Gender: Gender Neutral

Fanfic Type: Headcanon

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1028

Zuke

For being the chillest dude in the city, he honestly grows confused, yet flattered. He isn't much into flowers, but he appreciates them never the less with a growing blush on his cheeks. He's never gotten flowers from anyone before, but he'd rather buy his S/O flowers instead cause he loves to see their reaction (including giving them lots of kisses right after.)

DK West

Same as Zuke (cause he's his older brother obviously, duh) but acts very excitable as he picks his S/O up in a big bear hug. He's quite surprised they did something quite out of the norm, but he appreciates their enthusiasm when they show him the flowers with a jolly yet anxious look on their face. 

Mayday

Oh boy. If you thought she was already cracked, she'd be even more cracked tossing the thought of personal space out the window when her S/O gives her flowers. She's always excited getting anything from her S/O in general really, but the flowers they picked out were her favourite colour (and they smelt nice.) Since she lives in a sewer, she couldn't keep the poor things alive. Zuke told her so after all.

Eve

Poor thing grows into a blushing mess, basically speechless. She's just so appreciative while loving the generous gift. The flowers that her S/O gifted her gave Eve the inspiration she needed for her next art piece. This new sense of inspiration lead Eve to taking the flowers (including their S/O) to her studio and started a new project that evolved all around them, the flowers, and every amount of love Eve has for her S/O into it. 

Tatiana

Doesn't seem amused or impressed by them at first, but she takes the flowers from her S/O and thanks them anyway. Tatiana is quite a softy when she's alone so when no ones looking (including her S/O) she's able to finally use a somewhat-expensive-vase that was the perfect size for the flowers, leaving them in her office. When her S/O comes up to her office, they seem them on the table while Tatiana admired them. Let's just say after that happened Tatiana and her S/O have an "argument" about who's the cutest one now in their relationship. 

Neon J

He finds it weird at first (regardless of his S/O's gender) Neon only acted like this not to hurt their feelings of course, but this was just something he wasn't used to. Time passed by until Neon grew flustered, but his S/O caught him read-handed, pulling him into a hug. Neon J admits it while hugging them back, no longer being able to hide it behind his tough exterior anymore.

Rin (1010)

Would be in complete shock. He thought it was supposed to be the other way around. The bouquet of camellia's where beautiful to his eyes though. He's quite flattered either way, (and very blushy) and doesn't know what to say or do. Being the emotional robot Rin was, he almost bursts into tears, but holds them in and brings his S/O in a bone crushing hug after snapping himself out of his shocked state.

Zimelu (1010)

His face is as bright as a lava lamp once he sees a bouquet of amaryllis's in his S/O's hands. He felt strange receiving flowers, but thankfully takes them into his hands with a quick thank you. He basically turns very tsundere. He won't admit it, but after he received the flowers, he immediately looks for a vase and got them all nice and pretty on his nightstand right by the window, admiring them.

Purl-Hew (1010)

Acts very tsundere receiving the flowers. They were gorgeous blue flowers. He tries to hide his blushing, bright cheeks, but fails miserably. He also tries to hide a growing smile on his face. If him and his S/O are alone, he'd hold them close and kiss them all over their face. Since he's too shy to speak at that moment, his actions spoke for him.

Haym (1010)

Knowing how Haym is receiving any gift from his S/O, he was a thrilled blushy boy after receiving the bouquet of blue violets. Yeah, they'll die eventually, but it's the meaning behind the flower and the thought that counts! Haym showers his S/O with affection after receiving them.

Eloni (1010)

Doesn't know how to react to the bouquet of pink roses. He was pretty shocked. His cheeks grew the brightest they've ever been, blinding their S/O's eyes slightly. He apologizes and says he can't help it with a giant smile on his face while picking up his S/O to take them to his room to shower then with affection.

DJSS

DJ's reaction was... not too pleasant at first. He acted like his egotistical self, but he was a bit more rude about it (cause of his masculinity, but he wouldn't tell his S/O that) He kept calling them simpleton, but not in a joking way like he usually would. This left his S/O saddened, feeling tears start falling down their eyes. They begin to walk away as the flowers plopped on the ground. After hearing them leave, DJ huffs, feeling bad that he reacted the way he did. He turns around in his chair to see the flowers on the ground. They were a mixture of colours just like the galaxy. DJ then realized he fucked up, getting up to grab the flowers and looked for his S/O. He felt his heart sink as he quickly grabbed his phone to call them. Not to get too personal or anything, but when his S/O picked up, DJ was already driving to their house to cater and love them to apologize for him being such an asshole. 

Kliff

This rat of a man acts quite tsundere. He acts like he's upset and despises the flowers, but truly he doesn't. He's always appreciated and loved plants, but he wouldn't tell his S/O that so they could embarrass him even more with their way of expressing their love and affection for him.

[villain-enthusiast]

TOUCH-STARVED HERO RAHH.

.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine, actually,” the hero muttered from their sloppy position on the ground, though the oozing gash slicing across their torso and the fresh bruises circling their throat said otherwise.

The villain arched a brow, crouching down so they were eye level with the hero. “Do you think I’m dumb?”

The hero glowered at them. “Seems like you're deaf, actually. I said I’m fine,” they snapped, even as pain shuddered through their battered body. “Now if you could just get out of my way—,”

“Darling, please. You couldn’t stand up even if you tried, let alone walk yourself halfway across the city to your apartment.” The villain smirked at the hero’s deepening scowl, but the teasing flair didn't quite reach their eyes. “Let me do you a small favor while I’m here, at least.”

The hero bared their teeth. “Fuck off. I don’t need your stupid healing powers. You'll probably turn this into one of your idiotic bargains—," A harsh coughing fit cut them off, rattling their chest.

They tasted blood on their tongue. Fuck.

“Gosh, so prideful." The villain sighed, tilting their head. "Oh look at that, you're bleeding." They lifted a hand and ran a thumb over their hero's lips, wiping away a smattering of blood that had spilled from their mouth.

The hero's breath hitched at the villain's touch, the smallest, most delicate of noises escaping them before they could stop themselves.

The villain paused, their brow furrowing as their gaze took in every little movement and detail of the hero's involuntary response.

The hero's jaw tightened. Every muscle in their body screamed at them to get away, but they couldn't move. Or was it that they didn't want to move? "Villain, I swear—,"

Then the villain’s hand was cupping their cheek, and the hero melted.

A desperate whimper tore from their throat, their head lolling into the cool touch of the villain's palm as all the pain and exhaustion radiating through their body suddenly evaporated.

They closed their eyes, feeling their face begin to burn with shame.

"Oh, sweetheart," the villain murmured. Their other hand swept through the matted strands of the hero's hair, working through the tangles.

The hero had to bite down on their lip so that they didn't make another embarrassing noise. So gentle. The villain's touch was so, so gentle. So at odds to their earlier opponent's strangling grip and blinding punches, so contrasting to gaping loneliness and helplessness of coming home to no one, of having to painfully stitch themselves up day after day after day...

The villain brushed away a tear that the hero didn't realize had fallen.

"Hey, look at me," the villain said softly, nudging their chin up. The hero blinked at them, fighting back a sob. "You need to let me heal you, okay? You're losing a lot of blood."

The hero swallowed, barely processing the villain's words, their brain entirely occupied by the hand still on their face—or maybe it was just the blood loss. "Yeah," they managed, voice hoarse. It felt like their vocal chords were coated in tar.

"I'm going to do your stomach first," the villain noted. "I need both my hands for this, alright?"

The hero nodded, ignoring the inevitable panic that shot through them at the sudden absence of the villain's touch, which returned almost immediately on the deep laceration on their lower torso.

The hero cringed, bracing for some kind of torturous, painful mending, but the villain's powers were warm, soft, like honey in a cup of hot tea or a crackling fireplace during a winter storm. God, how many years had it been since they'd felt so comforted?

A whimper escaped the hero once more. They tensed. Jesus fucking christ.

The villain cracked a smile as they worked. "Don't worry, love. You're not the first person I've healed that enjoys the feeling." They brushed a palm over the wound, weaving the hero's flesh and skin back together. "This is gonna scar, but at least you'll live to see another day, hm?"

The hero scoffed weakly, still drunk on the villain's magic.

The villain swept their hands over the hero's body, feeling for more damage. "Gosh, Hero," they hummed, "you get yourself into so much trouble, do so much for this pitiful city, and for what?" They placed their hands on the hero's battered neck, soothing the inflammation. "When's the last time someone took care of you?" they asked quietly, but the question seemed more for themselves than for the hero.

Several heartbeats passed before the villain pulled away, finished with their work. The hero couldn't stop themselves from chasing their touch, nearly toppling over.

The villain caught them before they hit the ground, chuckling. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you?"

The hero felt a lump form in their throat at the thought of the villain leaving. I'm not gonna make it home. Not without Villain. They squeezed their eyes shut, swallowing their pride. "Please," they whispered. "Take me home. All I ask."

"Don't need to ask me twice." The villain swept the hero up into their arms, smirking at their indignant (and exhausted) glare. "You're not walking, sorry. You're getting all my love and special treatment today." They winked, as if they were joking.

But as the villain paced their way to the hero's apartment, and as the hero began to fall asleep in their arms, they both knew it wasn't a joke.

[threadbearsweater]

The first time you spend the night with Barou, you wake to a view of his bare, broad back as he sits on the edge of the bed. His shoulders flex as he stretches his arms above his head.

"What time is it?" you murmur, your voice still thick with sleep.

"Still early," he answers. His own voice is a quiet rumble; you feel it on your skin more than you hear it. It sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, and you rub your thighs together under the sheets, reminded of how it felt to hear his breath on your ear last night. "I'm going for a run."

That pulls a pout from your pretty mouth, and you reach out from under the covers to lay a hand between his shoulder blades. He's warm, firm, sturdy beneath your fingertips. "It's still dark," you protest weakly, knowing that it's not going to change his mind.

Barou turns his upper half and catches your hand in his, then kisses the inside of your wrist. "There's coffee in the kitchen. I'll be back before you know it."

Your tired smile almost breaks his resolve. Beautiful lover in his bed or not, he has a routine to stick to. And you love him for it.

"Bring me a bagel?" you say, watching him tie his hair into a makeshift bun. He nods once, one side of his mouth curling into some semblance of a smile. His eyes sparkle, though. You have your own habits, and he loves you for them.

"Yeah. See you soon."

You watch him go, then snuggle under the covers again, idly wondering what thread count his sheets are because they're the softest you've ever felt. When you wake again, the sun soaks into the room in orange and yellow beams, and Barou sits at your side with a paper bag with a suspiciously bagel-shaped treat inside.

[otomiyaa]

Not Like You | Vi x Caitlyn

Random drabbles 1/?

"Vi... Did you mean it?"

Caitlyn was just thinking that her question may have been a little unclear when Vi answered with "what exactly, cupcake?", and she chuckled.

"You said you don't care, when I told you I...." Caitlyn paused as Maddie's face flashed before her eyes, just briefly.

"When you told me you saw someone?"

Caitlyn nodded. Vi hummed and turned her head to stare at the ceiling. While Caitlyn didn't expect the I don't fucking care answer to be repeated, she also didn't expect Vi to make a big deal of it, so when she took a moment to answer, her heart started to race just a little bit.

"Does it bother you?" Caitlyn asked when she even noticed the smile on Vi's face slowly faded.

Luckliy, Vi shook her head and that lovely smile was right back again.

"No, because... I'm pretty confident that she didn't love you like I do."

Caitlyn's heart fluttered. Oh. She felt how Vi, still warm and naked, crawled against her.

"She didn't touch you the way I touch you... Right?" Vi caressed Caitlyn's bare arm, making the skin tingle under her touch.

"She didn't kiss you the same way either..." Vi kissed her, and Caitlyn was officially floating. She closed her eyes and opened her lips slightly, allowing Vi to make out with her while she was still enjoying this feeling of bliss.

"She didn't make love to you like me, did she?" Vi kissed Cait's neck and slowly moved down. Her words didn't find their way out so she just shook her head.

Vi kissed her chest, then slowly moved down and hovered above her bare stomach. Caitlyn held her breath, thinking she was going further down, but Vi then said:

"And.. I'm 100% sure she didn't tickle you the way I do!" Without warning, Vi pressed her lips against Caitlyn's tummy and blew the craziest raspberry ever while her fingers plunged into her sides, tickling her indeed in a way no one else ever did.

"Hohohold on now- Vahah-Viii!" Caitlyn squealed, but Vi was relentless. The parts of Caitlyn's bare skin she touched with her fingers and lips, even if it was just to tickle her, every part was just burning and tingling.

"Am I right, hmm? I'm right, yeah?" Vi was just teasing. Of course she wouldn't let Caitlyn answer, she was too merciless for that. Caitlyn heard herself cackle like she hadn't done in a long while. Indeed, her time with Maddie had not been anything like this.

"Viiii-hehehe I cahahan't breheathe!" she whined. Vi's fingers that tickled her anywhere with such incredible speed came to a sudden stop, and she moved back up to kiss her lips.

"Tell me I'm right." The smile on her face looked so smug and proud. Pffft. Caitlyn chuckled.

"So confident," she breathed out, and she tiredly responded to the kiss.

"But... yes, you're right. She didn't do anything of those things to me. Well, not like you."

Vi smiled. "Then we're all good cupcake. Besides! We'll just have to make up for our lost time."

Caitlyn nodded. She then watched her cautiously. "Wait.. You mean...?" Well, she hoped to maybe share some more of that blissful love. But relentless Vi had other plans and suddenly started on round 2 of Caitlyn's death by tickling.

"Gotcha, Cait!" she cried triumphantly while her fingers were back to making Caitlyn squeal before she could barely recover from the first attack.

"VAaaahaha-Violehehet you ehehevil- nohoho!"

Yes. No one could ever replace her crazy girlfriend!

[milfgyuu]

Wonwoo knows he can be a little aloof at times and he doesn’t mean to be. It’s just too easy to get lost in his head and his work so he really tries to focus on the little things. He refills your tea when it’s empty. Covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep on the couch, taking an extra minute to watch your even breathing and kiss your hair. He holds your hand in the car and he always touches you as he walks by, just to remind you that he’s here even when he’s not able to be fully present. There are short handwritten notes left all over the house. Some practical like “grabbing milk after work” and some more intimate like the one left stuck to the lamp on your bedside table, “I’ll be thinking about you all day. Dinner tonight, making reservations. I love you, xx” 🖤

[averlym]

fairest of the fair

[sforzesco]

so it’s. it’s like. man this is so hard without my laptop.

alright so Crassus is a weird guy, existentially. There’s a tendency to speculate, assign, and insert him into whatever places are conspiratorial and shadowy because he fits into those narrative places with ease. My personal favorite (aside from all of it) is the idea that he may have pulled strings wrt to Sulla and Caesar’s conflict to help get Caesar out of it.

The Defeat of Rome: Crassus, Carrhae and the Invasion of the East, Gareth C. Sampson

In the universe that exists in my head, he definitely had a hand in it, but he didn’t really intend for Caesar to figure out he played a part in it, but Caesar’s good at puzzles, and noticing someone goes both ways. Binding someone to yourself goes both ways.

Crassus: The First Tycoon, Peter Stothard

This scene takes place sometime relatively soon after Sulla’s death. Crassus has complicated feelings about it, Caesar less so. Veni, vidi, vici, baby!

Here’s a bonus thing that I keep thinking about with them.

The Roman Revolution, Ronald Syme

like, utang na loob. and it is DEEP between them.

[anghraine]

It feels extremely silly that only today did I realize that pantry and panadería are slightly similar-sounding for a reason >_>

(The English word pantry is one of the many, many common modern English words derived from Anglo-French: in this case, panetrie, from Old French paneterie, "bread room" ... Spanish panadería also has a complex etymology, but all are related to Latin panis, "bread.")

[motogp-museum]

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Intro:

(i'll just put it at the bottom so i remember to delete it)

I have been hoarding all of these (there are like 1000 more in my draft and queue lol) for a while now in my draft bc even tho they are like 3 note gifs, they are historical artefacts to meeee.

Anyway, I've got a cold, and so to occupy myself, I decided to just make a blog so that everything can be organised and easy (ish, this is tumblr after all) to find!

I know heaps of my fellow ✨motogp tumblrinas ✨have made archives for their favs, and you are all braver than me, bc I would lose all the gifs immediately if I tried to create new archival posts. So I just reblogged everything and am going to hope for the best in terms of copyright lol

But yeah, these aren't just my favs. This is more just a snapshot of the fandom at different periods. I only reblogged the deactivated ones, but, y'all, use the posts as little gateways to blogs from that time period, it is FACINATING.

As always, peer review is welcome! If i completely messed up a tag (very likely, since i used the mass tag editor), you're welcome to let me know. Also if there's a ship tag, fun tag or something you want me to add in the mass tag editor, lemme know! more than happy to add literally anything ✨✨

I only started this today, so it's very much a work in progress! All the things without a link are because the posts that match up with them are in the queue. I also need to add the ones i forgot

[bunnibombz]

18 year old college student Yuuji who brings home his, slightly older, friend Yuuta for a week on summer break.

Yuuta; who only two hours after they arrive and he meets you, Yuuji's stepmom, slides Yuuji some money and tells him to go a couple of blocks to grab snacks. The pink haired boy didn't think much of it, happily agreeing in his puppy dog way and sliding on his shoes before heading out.

He was gone maybe thirty minutes.

His housekey was pulled from the door and he was toeing his shoes off again when he sees you, bent over the kitchen island moaning and squealing as Yuuta stretches you out and fucks you into a drooling mess.

[l3viat8an]

There's something about the way Levi always calls MC an angel that really gets to me yk?

He's a demon in hell (not to mention former angel himself-) but he uses the word as a compliment!!

Probably one of the highest ones he can think of! That's how much you mean to him!

To him you really are an angel! Someone, lovely, kind, that brightens up the room just by being there!

[desired-fantasy-writings]

Aran Ryan Relationship Headcanons

Request by?: Nobody Warnings: Slight mentions of NSFW at the end Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanon Fanfic Genre: Fluff kinda, kinda not Word Count: 469

• Who would in their right mind date a man like Aran Ryan (who's a complete psychopath) who wouldn't stop at nothing to hurt anyone? Oh yea, that one person would be his S/O.

• Everyone they knew told them not to even dare try to befriend him, let alone get close to him by how dangerous of a man he is; even some of the other boxers think he's insane, but his S/O looked passed the facade. Still insane yes, but Aran has some humility in him.

• Lots and lots of head nuggies.

• Aran always has his arm around his S/O's shoulder or waist.

• Aran gets him and his S/O in trouble almost on a daily basis.

• A real aggressive lover outside and inside the sheets if you know what I mean- 

• People get the impression that Aran and his S/O are just best buds when really they're lovers. Aran doesn't really show lovey dovey affection like most couples would. Not to say he can't at all, but the way he does it is different.

• Making fun of his S/O, teasing them, pushing them a little, hard high-fives, grabbing his S/O's shoulder whilst shaking them, leaving hard nibbles wherever he can latch himself onto, and if he's feeling real comfortable he'll leave sloppy kisses on his S/O; those are just the few ways on how he shows his way of affection toward his S/O.

• Aran's favourite place to go for dates are the local bar obviously (definitely not because he wants to fight some blokes to impress his S/O), but also playing pool and darts with his S/O are his go to these days though. If Aran's feeling "real nice" that day he'd prefer staying at his or his S/O's place to watch movies (or, you know, he'll make out with them).  

• In my NSFW head canons for Aran I explained how he'd be hyper sexual asf, but I didn't clarify something quite important. It's only when he's real close to someone, someone he has full amount of trust and love for since he has trouble trusting others (explaining why he's aggressive in his mannerisms). 

• Trust me when I say Aran gets real comfortable, way too comfortable. Examples of real comfortable would be him walking around his place (or his S/O's) butt ass naked with not a care in the world, basically begging his S/O to touch him. 

• He's touched starved as fuck after all, help the poor lad.

• Aran acts all innocent til he has his moment to strike. He does what he does sometimes to see if his S/O takes the bait or not (and no surprise it does 👀). 

• Aran really softens up toward his S/O, like real soft. He's more hush hush, but he still acts like his usual self.

[lapislaprima]

It all began in a small flower shop tucked away on an obscure side street of Mondstadt, where foreign flowers from distant lands were sold.

Few people ventured down this street, which allowed the shop’s owner the luxury of a slow-paced routine. Today was no different. A gentle breeze drifted through the open window, stirring the young woman’s hair as she absentmindedly stared into the distance.

Outside, Venti lingered by the transparent window, his curious gaze fixed on the daydreaming shop owner. He often passed this shop, his interest piqued more and more with each visit. Was it the exotic flowers that drew him in? Or was it the reserved, shy shopkeeper who seemed perpetually lost in her own world? When asked, he would simply shrug and say it was the calming atmosphere that made him return.

He chuckled softly at the sight of her sleeping face, recognizing that she had dozed off while writing again. Venti knew little about the mysterious flower seller, but one detail stood out: her passion for writing. She always carried a blue notebook bound with golden laces, and he often noticed her ink-stained fingers—evidence of her habit of becoming so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even notice the mess she made.

Taking a deep breath, Venti reached for the silver doorknob and opened the door with a gentle swing. A soft chime from the tiny golden bell above the door announced his entrance. The sound startled the shopkeeper awake, and she let out a surprised yelp, her wide eyes darting around in confusion. Realizing where she was, she immediately began tidying her cluttered table, shoving crumpled pages and her notebook into a drawer in a flurry of movement.

From the counter, she gave a flustered “Welcome,” her voice barely above a whisper.

Venti pretended to browse the shop, letting her regain her composure. The room was filled with an array of vibrant flowers, some familiar, others foreign, their colors blending into a kaleidoscope of beauty. His soft footsteps echoed in the quiet space as the shopkeeper anxiously scrubbed at the dried ink on her hands with her apron.

“Please excuse my behavior,” she finally said, stepping out from behind the counter. “How can I help you today?”

Venti turned to face her, noting the nervous smile on her lips. “Did I wake you from an interesting dream?” he asked instead of answering, his playful grin betraying his amusement.

The question caught her off guard. She hesitated, her mind flitting back to the pleasant dream she had just been pulled from—a dream so perfect she felt a pang of disappointment upon waking, though she couldn’t recall the details. “No, of course not,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “Please don’t worry about that.”

Venti chuckled, watching her flustered response. He was about to tease her further when he added, “Actually, I’m just looking around. To be honest, I don’t have a single Mora on me.”

Her confusion was evident. “Excuse me? You don’t have any money?”

He laughed again, as carefree as ever. “Nope! I don’t own a single Mora. But when I do get some, I’d spend it on dandelion wine!” He said this with such pride that she couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief.

“I see... Did you leave your money at home, then?” she asked hesitantly, her voice gentle but uncertain.

Her question sent him into another fit of laughter. “No, I mean I don’t own any at all,” he replied cheerfully. “But don’t worry about me. You’re talking to the best bard in all of Mondstadt! I make my living through music!”

As Venti launched into an animated description of his “skills,” he paused to glance at her, expecting awe or excitement. Instead, he was met with confusion and mild panic. “Sir,” she interrupted softly, “this is a flower shop.”

A brief silence filled the room.

“Hehe. I know.”

She sighed, returning to her seat behind the counter. Though he was technically a customer, she doubted he had any intention of buying flowers, so she decided to give him his space.

For a while, the only sounds were Venti’s quiet footsteps and her soft breathing. The silence didn’t bother her, but the bard found it stifling. Finally, he broke it.

“It’s Venti,” he said suddenly, not turning to face her.

The shopkeeper blinked, puzzled. “Pardon?”

“My name,” he clarified, turning around with a grin. “It’s Venti. It’s good to know the names of the customers who’ll visit often.”

With that, he headed toward the door. His hand rested on the knob as he turned back one last time.

“And what’s your name, Miss Flower Shop Girl?”

“Maybe I'll tell you during your next visit.” she replied with a small smile.

The golden bell chimed as he left, disappearing down the street. Venti made a mental note to bring Mora next time. After all, he fully intended to return.

[enbeemagical]

tagged by @curls-cat

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

uhhh. WIPs (parentheses means I have comments on it XD not part of the title, to be clear)

Shadow and Light (wowwww no one saw that one coming /sarcasm)

Interludes (S&L related)

The Afterlife (also S&L related)

Moondark (eyyy not S&L. haven't touched it in ages tho)

Angel of Music (also haven't touched in ages, title needs an update)

AtM: Faerun

Blurred (also needs a title update)

@alls-fair-in-pride-and-prejudice @odd-dragon @shiniestcrow @indigo--montoya @dyrewrites @seastarblue aaaaand @that-disabled-princess

[javierduffy]

ohh javieran … javieran post kieran’s death .., javier is a poor lonesome cowboy in america a long way from home with no more sweetheart to sit and talk with him ooohhh can anyone hear me ….

[heffrondriving]

oh so NOW y'all rushers wanna talk about James Diamond/Jett Stetson and Jo Taylor/Lucy Stone?!??!?!!! NOW y'all wanna go and totally get behind that like it's the next big revelation?!!??? WHERE WERE Y'ALL WHEN I WAS OUT THERE FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE ALONE IN THE FRONTLINES COVERED IN BLOOD AND RELENTLESSLY HERALDING THESE DAMN RAREPAIRS WITH EVERY INCH OF MY BATTERED CONVICTION AND YET NO ONE FUCKIN LISTENED?!?!!!! ISTG I'M GODDAMN CASSANDRA RN FINALLY WATCHING FORETOLD PROPHECIES GET FULFILLED AND YET. THE VINDICATION FEELS ALL TOO LATE AS THE LEGACY I HAVE BUILT IS ALL BUT FORGOTTEN NOW