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Manifesting that I’ll actually finish (/start tbh) the Latte fic I’ve had brewing (*trapdoor creaks threateningly*) for literally 8 years this year.

2025, the year of our Lord Latte. In other words, if you think about it, the Master Brew-

*trapdoor opens*

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While I don’t personally love Allurance as a romantic couple, Allurance as a power friendship is fucking outstanding. No notes (yes notes, as in the essay I could write on the subject, but I digress).

Random thought that hit me today. The power of their friendship transcends animation and enters my mind

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Everytime I get a notification that someone like my Latte post I sit here like “THERE IS ANOTHER IN THE ABYSS”

I love you fellow Latte lovers. You could say, in fact, I love you a Lat-

*trapdoor opens*

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I’m what you could call an artist

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New fic: “Battle for Wills”

“Lance’s body feels permanently sluggish these days.”

Posted now on my ao3

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New Fic: “Float”

“Sometimes you face so much and have to continue to face so much that all you want to do is float away.”

Posted now to AO3

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Double surprise!

Chapter 2, the final part, is out!

Surprise! New post on AO3 “Oh no”

Guess what? New short fic about Lance attempting to write a midterm paper. It’s short, it’s sweet, and Coran is there in spirit. Give it a look!

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Surprise! New post on AO3 “Oh no”

Guess what? New short fic about Lance attempting to write a midterm paper. It’s short, it’s sweet, and Coran is there in spirit. Give it a look!

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You know, sometimes I want to go on to do something world changing, become really famous for something, and sometimes I want to escape to the woods and create a secret aviary where I take care of my birds and act mysterious. Also have the best trick or treating set up, like a super sick haunted house set up with all king size candy bars. Going to make the neighbors (distant) jealous with my sick ass Halloween get up. But also they can trick or treat, too, fuck adults not being allowed to trick or treat. This post was supposed to be about pigeons.

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New fic out now!

“Nothing Lasts Forever”

Check it on on my AO3! Short fic.

Lance faces a panic attack in the middle of the night!

That’s all I got for y’all, have a great night

(I’m sorry, this description is literal shit LOL)

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“Does Worth Come From The Blood or The Soul?”

New fic out on AO3! Don’t want to say too much and spoil things, so I’ll let this blurb speak for me:

If Lance had any idea his normal day would turn into a night trip at a long since abandoned cemetery, he would have changed his shoes. While he absolutely loved his vans, they did nothing to stop the slew of mud across his ankles, and after enough slimy steps, across the soles of his socks and feet.

He’s careful not to step into too many mud puddles, headlamp lighting up as much as the overgrown ground as it could, but given the cemetery was half swamp at this point, it was fruitless. Years of no visitors and no maintenance led to the church in the corner of the property to crumble. With that, however, it built half of a wall in front of the only escape for any rainwater. Water built up, with no maintenance plants built up, and now Lance was having as much luck safely getting through this cemetery as a cat trying to fight its reflection.

“This is so not worth it,” he mumbled under his breath, carefully placing his foot behind a gravestone so as to not slide through the massive brown puddle (half a pond, at this point with how far it stretched across this row of stones) in front of it. Sure, he’d do near anything for evidence, but maybe he should have come during the day.

“Maybe Pidge and Hunk are right,” Lance sighs, preparing to make his next step as his foot finally finds a safe spot. He can imagine his best friends’ faces falling as he grabbed the latest tip from Pidge’s printer and booked it out of her front door. No preparation or care for the sinking sun, just a mad dash to his car to look for any hint of…

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For more, check out the link below or go directly to my AO3 page in the pinned post!

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I'm just going to throw this into the tumblr void and see what happens

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Shiro's Cooking - Now on AO3!

IT IS LIVE! Shiro's cooking can be found on my AO3, which is linked above! Below is a small snippet of it. Enjoy!

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Let it be known: Shiro has plenty of talent. 

He can speak three languages (yes, Klingon counts), help lead a group of chaotic teens into becoming the universe’s heroes, fight with one arm tied…well, one arm, and is one of the rare few with the talent of waking a sleeping Holt (Pidge and Matt are demons in the morning).

So what if this one, little, itty-bitty thing he wasn’t so good at?

“Just keep reminding yourself, Shiro. You’re plenty talented,” he says to himself as he watches the smoke of what used to be an egg rise above the stove and seemingly head directly into the smoke detector. 

As the fire alarm goes off for the third time this month, Shiro just sighs and sits down on the floor to wait for the fire department to arrive. 

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“Do we need to ban you from the kitchen again?”

Shiro blindly smacks his flesh arm around until it hits Adam. He smiles from where his head is leaned against their dining room table. 

Ha! Gottem.

His fiance just snorts.

“Feel accomplished?”

“Very,” Shiro responds, finally lifting his head. Adam raises one nearly perfectly groomed eyebrow, waiting for Shiro to respond to his question. Said eyebrow would be finished had Adam not had to stop to see whether this alarm was real. Personally, Shiro thinks the situation explains itself, but Adam would never let it slide now that his self-care time is being eaten into.

“...I tried making an egg again…”

“So that’s what it was.”

“Addaaammm,” Shiro whines, leaning onto Adam’s shoulder and nearly sending them both to the ground. 

“Takashi, this is on you. You know you can’t cook for shit. Why do you keep on trying?”

“I’m not that bad!”

Adam raises his other eyebrow this time. He actually had time to finish that one.

“I just sent the fire department away with cookies as a thank you for the holiday card they sent us. We know them so well they send us holiday cards, Takashi.”

“Maybe Daryl and Samantha are just nice people!”

“We know them all by name!”

Shiro sighs and closes his eyes. He lets himself be a lump as Adam struggles to move him so he can wrap an arm around Shiro. He isn’t letting the ‘you’re shit at it’ comment go so quickly.

“Maybe we can get you lessons?”

“We tried that. Now I’m banned from most places that offer classes, Hunk has me permanently banned from his kitchen, the Atlas kitchen, and the Garrison kitchen, and word got to the Holts so I’m banned from their kitchen on principle.”

Adam whistles.

“That’s…kind of impressive.”

“Adaamm-”

Adam shoves a hand over Shiro’s mouth before he can start whining again. 

“Nope. You have to admit it, Takashi. This is just the one thing you’re not good at, and that’s okay. That’s what you have me around for,” Adam says, pressing a kiss to Shiro’s forehead. 

His words lift some of the weight off Shiro’s shoulders. He nods and lets himself relax. 

“You’re right.”

“I usually am.”

Shiro pinches Adam’s side, making the tan man yelp and jerk to the side. 

“Woo-AH!”

Shiro tries to hold onto the table, but it’s too late. Adam’s chair tips over, and with his arm still around Shiro, he drags him down, too. Collapsing in a pile, Shiro feels the wind fly out of him. 

They both take a moment to catch their breath, as given Adam’s weezing, the wind was knocked from him, too. 

“You can’t even sit near the kitchen without something going wrong,” Adam finally says after a few moments of silence. 

Shiro just covers his eyes and groans.

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it was supposed to be 1,000 words, how is it already at 4,000-

Edit: where did these 5,000 words come from

The fic is taking longer than planned (haven’t finished putting in the explosion-), but hopefully HOPEFULLY it will be out tonight

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The fic is taking longer than planned (haven’t finished putting in the explosion-), but hopefully HOPEFULLY it will be out tonight

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Shiro's cooking

One of my favorite things about the VLD fandom is how you can be reading any fanfic, literally any, and it will mention Shiro's cooking being shitty.

Horribly angsty fic that makes you question reality and why we do things they way that we do and by the way did you know Shiro can't cook and anyway now everyone's dead-

Sweet, fluffy domestic moment between literally any ship, cuddling on the couch and laughing about Shiro's horrible attempt at cooking and then deciding to get married.

Literally just anything and BAM. Shiro burns water.

Space dad dies, gets lost in space, takes care of five children with sentient lion warships, but still can't catch a break because he finds a a way to mess up cereal.

Anyway, new fic this weekend, guess the topic-

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