#idea snippet ///

[tgmsunmontue]

Bradley who runs away and joins the circus. It's just pure luck that the circus is actually in town, and it's not a circus with animals, more of a Cirque du Soleil with training wheels.

So he ends up as a crew member, and he's strong and able, very willing to follow instructions. It's whole different lifestyle from the regimented military he'd been thinking was going to be his life, but he leans into it.

The trapeze artists find him watching and ask him if he wants to try, and sure, why the hell not right? Plus he's tall and got strong arms so some of the gymnasts also start getting him to work out with him. His flexibility improves and his skills on the trapeze do as well.

Also he's exposed to a whole range of sexualities and genders which he'd never really considered before, so it's an awakening of another sort and there's plenty of experience and learning opportunities there as well.

He soaks it all in like a sponge.

In ~10 years Jake is taking his sisters to see Cirque du Soleil while he's home on leave and a certain performer catches his eye. So he goes back for every available show and he becomes a little bit of a fan and learns his name etc. But he's not that much of a creeper to actually approach Bradley, so just leaves it.

Then he's in a coffee shop, waiting for his order, and then the Barista calls out "Bradley Bradshaw" and hell no, there is no way... But there he is, no makeup or sparkly costume but somehow looking like a fucking wet dream and Jake manages to look all cool and suave by tripping over his own feet and spilling his coffee all down Bradley Bradshaw's pants.

[eggwishing]

I ONCE TRIED TO WASH THAT SCUFFED OLD THING WHILE HE WAS TAKING ONE OF HIS NAPS, BUT WHEN I TOOK IT OFF HE WAS WEARING ANOTHER IDENTICAL ONE UNDERNEATH! AND ANOTHER! I GOT THROUGH TEN MORE LAYERS OF THE SAME THING BEFORE HE WOKE UP. I WAS SO FRUSTRATED! WHERE DID HE EVEN GET THOSE FROM? THEY ALL EVEN HAD THE SAME STAINS!!

[maiko-coy]

I think they'll get along quite well, actually...

[frownyalfred]

okay but the delicious angst of Batman and Robin getting trapped in a collapse or some other situation where an agonized Bruce is the only thing holding up the rubble/a piece of concrete on his back above an injured Dick, playing at being Superman by holding a superhuman amount of weight on his shoulders because if he lets go, they’ll both be crushed? and Dick wakes up, instantly clocks the situation, and knows that the only thing he can do to help is talk Bruce through it. to distract him long enough for someone to find them. to keep going, B, you can do it—

[last-starry-sky]

Had a dream last night of alpha!141 discovering omega!reader through her small “daily life” youtube channel.

Just the thought of four massive men pressed together, jostling one another to watch you on one phone screen (held in a fucking death grip) as you film yourself setting up your nest or making a smoothie.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Sapor

{The Apothecary Diaries / Reader}

《Coming back from your travels, you run into a familiar face...》

[2][3]

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Blinking at him, you hold out the plate easily. "Here, this should put some meat on your bones." You glance back to the pot. The scent of spices and fried meat wafting through the area.

The male gulps, the aroma, while delicious, something was off.

You were a friend of the Apothecary Maomao, though not mentioned much. The few times he's ever heard of you; you were given the title of odd. Even SHE, had found you... Intriguing.

"Well?" You spare him a glance, keeping a steady rhythm when stirring the soup. 

The eunuch sweats as his eyes narrow to the food, squeamish.

Maomao looks away from him, trying to enjoy her meal in peace. She never thought the supposed cool head "Moon Prince", could be so picky. He tried the food at the market, so why now? Smirking at the flaw, Maomao thanks you in her thoughts.

"If you're that scared, it's alright." You state, peeking at Maomao, you note her joyous smile as she sips at the stew.

"But, I would have liked to share a meal with one of Xiaomao's friends."

You say with a soft grumble as the poor eunuch feels his heart race. Guilt clawing at his stomach as he lightly taps the wooden bowl.

Maomao deadpans at the tactic, while efficient (since it would often work with her), it was still bothersome to see.

The male grabs his spoon with a fidgeting hand. Dipping it lightly into the warm broth, he closes his eyes before taking a bite. Swallowing down the smooth flavorful liquid as his eyes open wide at the texture.

"...It's, delicious. Thank you." He smiled, stomach roaring at him for another bite.

"Oh? Good. I'm glad." You cease your stirring, going to the pan beside you. Lifting the lid as the sizzle of steam overtakes the room, you wave it down as you grab another plate.

"Here, 'had some leftover pork, thought' it'd be best to use it with company." You head over to the table, placing down the fried meat.

With a casual hand, you pat his shoulder kindly. Placing the items on the middle of the table for everyone to have.

Face flushed, he takes a eager bite of his meal. Unable to look you in the eye.

Maomao scrunches up her nose in distaste at the male. Stabbing into her portion of meat as she dismisses the idea... Choosing to ignore it and save the headache for another day.

-

"Huh... "Apprentice"...? You sure?" You ask the smaller human, chopping up some cabbage as she hands you another. "You told me that you would cease your traveling for the time being. Possibly an opportunity to learn of the culinary dishes in the palace as well."

"Hmm.." You knew there was more to it than that, but you didn't ask. Grabbing a few plates, you lay the grilled meat onto the porcelain.

"Alright, do I need a interview?"

"You passed the first step." She eyes your actions. "You have skill of what's edible and what isn't, most don't. You're care for what you serve and do it with caution." Maomao nodded as you huff mirthfully.

"You would have to ask your friend Jinshi, I doubt he'd take my word for my supposed, "skill." " You smile, handing over the plate. Maomao scoffs at the thought of HIM being a friend.

 "I will put a good word in." Xiaomao mumbled, "I.. Would not mine to teach you more, of course. And I'm sure I can learn from you as well."

Maomao is quiet, snacking on the fruit you had cut as she eyes your back.

"Found' some mushrooms on my traveling, I don't know if they're poisonous or not. Figured you'll have more fun figuring it out."

You reply as an excited gasp leaves Maomao as she goes to grab your bag. Eagerly digging through it until she found her prize. 

-

Slamming the table, you keep steady on the dough. Flour sprinkled here or there on your skin as you hum. 

"If you're gonna' keep staring, you might as well help." You don't look away from the task as the purple haired beauty blinks at the forward remark.

Playing it off with a polite smile, he emerges closer into the room with his servant behind him.

"I wanted to see to it personally on how your first week is here."

Slamming the dough harshly, the two men jump at the sound, They honestly thought the table would break in two.

"It's very hospital, thank you."

Jinshi walks a few steps closer, peering over your shoulder in quiet curiosity. A small laugh leaves you at the sight of him.

"Would you want to try?" You offer politely. 

Surprised, the young man raises his head at you. "Kneading it isn't always the fun part, but..."

You slam the dough down more softly. "You need patience, being careful with each step." 

*Slam!*

"Because without that, the dough can't rise to its needed structure."

Jinshi blinks, taken aback by your words...

He leaves your side for a moment, going over to the washing bucket. Cleaning his hands and drying them off before returning back beside you. Stary-eyed with a strange smile as Gaoshun pinches his forehead, exasperated at him.

You look at him, "So, you wanna' learn then?"

-

"NO!" You bemoan. "You can't just expect it rise without yeast!" You chide as you hand over the specific item. Albeit strained with your teachings, you helped the poor man with his goal of making bread.

He was a bit overconfident in the beginning though..

"Ah I see.. So like this?" His chest puffs happily, showing you a barely mixed batch of mix.

You watch him focus on his task, sweat on his brow as he flattens the dough. He was diligent, not one to give up so easily, you could give him that.

You tap his shoulder. "I'll take over from here," you reply as the man stops. Looking as if he wanted to retort, clearly, he wanted to finish up. "Yes, thank you. (L/N) for this impromptu cooking lesson." His servant steps forward, nodding to his Master with a frown,

Jinshi's lips curl into themselves, a hint of pout on his face. Yet he relents. "Thank you for the experience and wisdom. I shall take my leave." He flounces out of the room, his smile more than polite.

'That was hard to watch...' Maomao complains, watching you finish up. A proud look crossing your face, the girl is taken aback. Here she thought that look was reserved for her...

'Damn him...' 

Without much thought, you take the bread out of the oven, showing the final product.

"Hmm... It's not bad."

-

Notes:

I wanted to try writing a Senshi inspired reader without being blatant! Just a small idea I've had for awhile! I think Jinshi is a interesting character to write for! And moamao is utterly hilarious! Just felt like trying something new! 

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[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #4

Danny knew he had screwed up and that he was going to be in so much trouble as he flew hurriedly through the streets of Gotham.

"Old man is going to be so pissed...." he muttered as he zigzagged through the buildings. He had just gotten back from a side mission with Clockwork when he learned that one of their villains had gotten their hands on portal technology. Not his parents mind you, no one could read their chicken scratch besides Danny or Jazz. No but Vlad's, who was supposed to be a redeemed man but apparently some of his inventions still managed to get onto the black market.

Danny hat been in the Ghost Zone when they had that found out and the old man pinged him to get back sooner. And oh boy was Danny in for a portal mess when he got back to Gotham. He instantly went out to help the old man. Batman was out on his own and Danny had been trying to give him support when he got tangled up and ended up thrown through a portal.

Yeah, he knew his the old man would give him a good lecture, like the day he had gotten taken under the other mans wing. So now after Danny finally made his way back to Gotham he flew through the streets in search of the old man, it looked like the portal problem had resolved while he was trying to find his way back but still Danny had a weird feeling about Gotham now.

"OLD MAN!" He yelled as he spied Batman on top of a building. Grinning brightly he came to an stop directly in front of the other waving happily. "Sorry it took so long but I am back and in one piece! No injuries! See!"

Danny grinned brightly despite not getting an instant answer or lecture back. Though he paused when he noticed the kid in colourful clothing and others like one with a red face covering helmet, one themed in blue and one in black and red. "Did you get help from others? And I thought you didn't like kid playing hero?"

He tilted his head confused as he studied Batman before his eyes widened. "Hey, since when is your insignia not red...?"

It was in that moment that Danny realized he messed up big time somehow and slipped up as he uttered his next words. "You're not old man Thomas...?"

[torakowalski]

I was thinking about post S4 Dustin finding some songs that Eddie wrote and he decides he's going to record them as like, a memorial. But on the day he's too upset to do it, so Steve steps in and does it for him.

And it's only meant to be for the Party, but people hear it and the lyrics are good and Steve has a nice voice, so it gets on really local radio. Which leads to a bit more attention and then a bit more.

People want to interview Steve about it, this singer-songwriter from the town that was just destroyed by an earthquake.

But all Steve wants to do is explain how they're not HIS songs, they're Eddie's songs. Except! Everyone thinks Eddie is a murderer, so he can't say whose songs they are, just sort of talks around it. And it accidentally sounds like he's talking around them having been written by an ex boyfriend.

Some people who read the music magazines are like GASP that boy who sings those songs is queer! Like us!! And then he gets a FOLLOWING.

He truly has no idea how any of this is happening, but everyone from Hellfire is so happy that Eddie's songs are getting heard that he just kind of keeps going. Plus he's making money from them, which he can give to Wayne.

(Eddie obvs gets out of the Upside Down and is like, why have you POP SONGED my lyrics??

Steve like, um excuse that's rock. Also I think I've fallen in love with you via singing your songs. That's chill, right?)

[lovecraftiancicada]

Edit: THIS IS THE FIC THAT MADE ME THINK HE WAS AN OLD MAN 😭 (there's implied nsfw, but it's mostly comedy!)

[anniebass]

It’s a big bed. A California King, funnily enough a few inches narrower than King, but longer — can't help being a size queen, Steve — and one of the first joint purchases they made, as Eddie insisted his previous bed was haunted, too many bodies, invisible stains, et cetera. Not that Steve much asked for details. Well, wasn’t exactly a joint purchase, Eddie wouldn’t allow him to chip in beyond the bedding, but, eh. Picked together. Comfy. Spacious, big enough to not touch at all; a touching sentiment, because it rarely occurs in their shared bed. There's always some point of contact, a hand, a foot nudging him, a leg swung over his. Innocently.

forgot to post this one, middle aged men engaging in corny pillow talk, from a standalone installment of middle aged man yaoi

[coniferouspines]

The phone was ringing. Stanford picked it up with his usual greeting. “Stanford Pines speaking.”

“Ford,” a familiar voice said—one that Stanford hadn’t heard in years. It sounded desperate, panicked. “Ford, please. Please, you have to help me.”

Stanford felt all the air leave his chest. All he could manage was a strangled, “Stanley?”

They hadn’t spoken to each other since they were teens, and now Stanley was calling out of nowhere asking for help? He wanted to be mad. Except… his brother sounded so distraught. And Stanley didn’t beg. Not like this.

“Please, Ford. They’re coming for me. Please, help me! I can’t—”

Stanford felt ice creep into his veins as his brother broke off with heavy, gasping breaths. He could hear something in the background, other voices.

“Stanley?! Stanley, what’s going on? Who’s coming for you? Where are you?!” Stanford demanded, clutching the phone in a vice grip.

All he heard in response was a clatter, then a shout and sounds of a scuffle.

“Let go of me!” Stanley was yelling. He sounded like he was a few feet away from the phone now. “Let go! I won’t go back! I won’t!”

“Stanley?!” Stanford shouted. He felt helpless, his mind racing, trying to figure out a way to find where Stanley was. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His brother was being abducted right at that moment and he couldn’t do anything about it.

“STANFORD!” he heard Stanley scream. He sounded even further away now, his voice raw and ragged. “FORD, HELP! DON’T LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY! FORD!”

“Stan!” Stanford screamed in response, his hands shaking, body shot with adrenaline that had no outlet. “STANLEY!”

There was a long pause, Stanford straining to hear what was happening on the other end, only picking up muffled yelling. Then there was a rustle, and the other end of the line was grabbed.

An unfamiliar voice spoke, deep and neutral, “Please do not be alarmed. One of our patients managed to escape today and has been causing quite the ruckus. On behalf of the Idaho State Psychiatric Institute, we apologize for any distress this may have caused you.”

Everything came screeching to a halt. Stanford’s jaw hung open. “Idaho… Psychiatric Institute?” he muttered back dumbly.

“Yes. We are truly sorry for the disturbance to your day our patient has caused.”

Stanley… had been institutionalized?

“So he’s not hurt?” Stanford asked, still trying to digest this new information.

“He will be perfectly fine. We have everything under control.”

Stanford wasn’t sure he believed that. He couldn’t get his brother’s cries out of his ears. He couldn’t let go of how upset and distressed Stanley had sounded.

He couldn’t forget the way Stanley had begged for his help.

Or:

Stan has a mental breakdown and ends up forcibly institutionalized. He manages to escape at one point and calls Ford, begging for help. Ford gets the wrong idea and thinks Stan is being kidnapped and panics until a nurse clears up the misunderstanding for him.

And then he goes to see his brother. Stan isn’t mentally well, but Ford can’t allow him to just sit and rot alone in an institution. Not after that phone call. Stan needs him, and Ford doubts the institute could help Stan the way Ford could. So he decides to go and collect his brother, whether the institute wants him to or not.

He won’t let Stan down a second time.

(Follow up scene found here)

[ishipgenfics]

Outsider POV on Somewhere Else Jonathan Sims must be just. so much.

Like imagine. You're part of a support group, and a new guy decides to join. You ask him his name and he says, "Jonathan," and then after a long pause, "Blackwood. Jonathan Blackwood. But call me Jon."

He doesn't like tape recorders. You only know this because the person who hosts the support group is into retro things, and tries to keep a couple around. She turned one on once when someone asked about it, and you noticed Jon clutching his nails into his hands so tight he's nearly breaking the skin. You lean over and whisper, "Do you want me to ask her to stop?" He says, "It's fine," and you nod, but you still try and change the subject whenever people bring up tape recorders from that point on.

He full-body flinches one day when someone says Hello, Jon. Nearly slams into a wall and everything. He tries to play it off, but after that people say Hi Jon, or Nice to see you, or things like that. Anything but Hello.

He says he used to work at a 'non-profit for studying the supernatural'. Someone asks where it was and he says London. You tell your wife about it, and two days later she emails you an article. Magnus Institute Burns Down In 1999. It was in Manchester. You tell her not to bring it up again.

The guy is snarky and blunt and downright rude at times, but when a woman comes in and tells them about being trapped in a empty warehouse for a week, he comforts her in a way none of the rest of them know how. "I believe you," he says, repeats it like a mantra, like a prayer. "I believe you." He says 'I'm sorry' less like he's sorry this happened to her, and more like he's taking the blame onto himself.

He talks about Martin, sometimes. His reason, he calls him. Normally you'd point out that while it's of course good to love your partner, you should have other reasons to live, but you stay quiet. This guy needs all the happiness he can get.

You leave a little late that day, and when you do you hear him on the phone talking to someone. "She'd been touched by the Lonely, Martin!" he says. "Which is bad, of course, but--" he seems to choke up, "Martin, I didn't feel any compulsion for a Statement. A-at all. I think it's really gone."

You just walk by.

You don't know what's going on with Jon, but it really isn't any of your business. You're an anxious queer lesbian and he's a traumatized ace guy, and you aren't going to make his life any harder than you have to.

Just. Jonathan Sims in a support group.

[cubedmango]

「安達が魔法使いにならなかった世界線の話」 + 「もしもの話」 — english translation

[tinysweetbunny]

"What, like what you see?"

"You know very well I cannot do such a thing."

--

I think Shadow Milk likes his smile you guys

[envysparkler]

“And if you could trade this one for the dead one, son for son, would you do it?”

For an instant, the image flashed into his head, seductive and alluring—Jason back, Jason home, Jason alive—before it vanished, leaving behind a young boy broken in pieces and Jason’s horrified expression.

“No,” Bruce said hoarsely, and it tore at him, but he could never trade one life for another.

“No?” Hood repeated, voice harsh.

“Because then I’d have no sons,” Bruce said quietly.

“Gave up on the dead brat already, huh.”

Bruce wished he could punch Hood and wipe the stupid sneer off his face.

“If I exchanged an innocent life to bring Jason back,” Bruce said, struggling to keep his voice level, “Then he would never speak to me again.”

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Sapor.2

{The Apothecary Diaries / Reader}

《Coming back from your travels, you run into a familiar face...》

[1][3]

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Waiting by the lake, you wander into the waters without thought. Finding the purple haired male, he seemed rather unhappy having to traverse the lake back to land.

You offer out a hand, turning around as you gesture to your back. "I'll carry you, we don't need ya catching a cold, Sir." You spoke, waiting. "Ah-, t-there's no need-" He tried to dissuade your offer, it was quite strange to him. He didn't require such assistance!

You look at him sternly, "if you keep yappin' then you'll be frozen the time you get out."

He gapes at your brash words, not expecting them. Yet, you apologize, once more gesturing for him climb on your back.

"You did enough, just let me aid you."

Awkwardly, he shifts behind you as his legs dangle on your waist. Hoisting him up, you traverse the water. "Y-You are quite strong."

You nodded, keeping your eyes focused to land. "I've traveled around a lot, you need strength to protect oneself."

Resting his soaked head on your own, you don't mind the water dripping into your face.

"Thank you."

You said among the soft crickets and moths. A silent question rests on his mind, before he had a chance to speak, you start.

"I am... Often worried when Maomao is here. But, if I could ask one favor from you, Master Jinshi. Keep her safe, or the least, keep a eye on her. Please.." "You pause, grip tighter on the male.

"I know she would of ended up here anyway, but... I just wish not under the circumstances that led up to it." Your tone shifts slightly as you sigh.

Jinshi recalled when Maomao had told him of her unfortunates that led her to the rear palace.

You find the grassy shore, you loosen your grip as Jinshi steps down, mind roaring with questions that he wished he had answers to, yet are silenced as he takes a look at you.

No words could describe the feelings in his chest, so he lets them linger like the mud now stuck to your clothes. Still drenched, but at least the warm air helped. The two of you follow the path back to the palace in silence.

-

Raising a brow at the soaked male, you huff out a laugh at the sight. The Enuche, more displeased by the second, scoffs at you. Throwing a harsh glare at Maomao and you, yet you don't mind.

"My hair is still wet!"

Gaoshun shot the both of you a look as Maomao begrudgingly grabs a towel to wipe down his purple locks.

You on the other hand, decided to treat the soaked fellow for his hard work.

Gathering your items, you place down a heavy tray of jar and boxes. Cups, big and small and different shapes. Maomao and Gaoshun eye you in surprise at the sight. 

Jinshi, still unpleased, crosses his arms.

You place down a simple little cup in front of the drenched male.

You take ahold of one of the other cups, pouring in what he assumed, was milk, steam radiating off the cup.

Laying down a small box of cinnamon, you sprinkle some in with a spoon. Before handling another jar. This time, you use the spoon to gather a good bit of the golden honey, then a small pinch of a sweet-smelling fragrance he couldn't name at the moment. Stirring the mix together slowly, you present the drink.

A syrupy aroma sprouting about as you lay a small plate beside the cup. A strange food item placed atop the plain plate.

"Here, this will warm you up."

The male eyes you skeptically, lowering his hand to grab the cup while keeping contact. He sips the liquid, before immediately placing it down. The gentle sweetness and heat from the drink was... Soothing. 

But he didn't want his rage to slip away just like that!

"It's... Sweet." He mumbles, hands itching to grab ahold of the cup once more.

You shrug, "well, I know tea is more of your preference. But I thought this might help more."

You lightly gesture to the flakey pastry beside the cup. 

"This should do you some good too, I was inspired by the bread you made the other day. Thought' it'd be something you'd enjoy." You state as Maomao rose a brow. You always kept an eye on one's efforts, even herself. (She recalled you making her something mixed with wine for her after this eventful day. She couldn't wait to try it!)

Ignoring the comment, he bites into the dish, taste buds erupting at the buttery taste and crunchy texture. He gulps down his gasp with each bite. Enjoying the meal as his agitation lightens. Even if his clothes were still a heavy thing to wear.

"Master Jinshi, your clothes are provided for when you're done." Goashun states, bowing slightly as he nodded to you with appreciation.

Finishing up his meal, he gathers himself. Head held high as his signature smile is back on his face. Maomao stands a bit closer to you as she eyes him wearily. That expression was different, she knew it was. The way his eyes lowered just a bit, as if his gaze was.. Enthralled-!

"Thank you, the meal was delicious, I shall take my leave now."

'Their hair...' Maomao eyes you, hair slightly damp and then noticing your clothes were slightly soaked in the back.

Maomao wwould rather you not be swept away by the males charms. No matter his beauty, she cannot allow you to be heartbroken by him. (Much less be by him.) She dismisses the idea for another time, even if the situation regarding the envoys was over. It still wasn't finished quite yet..

"Maomao." You pipe up, collecting your dishes. 

"Yes?"

"I wanted you to try the chocolates I made, I infused a filling with some wine, I learned the idea from the west-"

Excited at the words, she turns to you slowly. "I'll give it to you once I'm done cleanin' up."

"I'll help." She replied too quickly, a giddy smile on her features. You laugh at the enthusiasm as the two of you finish up.

Maomao goes lost in her thoughts, 'if...I could, I wouldn't mind travelling with them... It wouldn't be so bad. If we could eat such new and creative dishes and discover more medicines...' She blinks at the wistful idea, shaking her head. "Rather, I should just focus on the now."

-

You take ahold of the mallet, sweat glistening on your brow as bits of your clothes hang off of you due to much movement. A excited expression on your face as you swing the hammer down. 

Jinshi, terrified at the sound, hides by the door as he watches Maomao eye your body thoughtfully.

Smiling down brightly at the squishy substance, you continue your work as Jinshi gathers the courage to walk inside. "I see that you're busy.." He hides his tenseness with a smile, trying not to eye your process. Maomao hides her stink-eye, she could literally see him trying and (failing) to watch.

Gaoshun enters right behind his master, rather calm at the sound of your quiet grunts as you slam down the mallet quickly onto the forming mochitsuki.

"Apothecary, I would like to have a word."

"Yes, of course Master Jinshi."

Before the three of them left, they hear a hearty cheer leave you. Catching their attention, you grin wide with mirth

"Haha! It's ready!"

Goashun sighs as he notices his master and the Apothecary smiling at the sight.

-

Notes:

I had a fun time with trying to write with a Senshi! Inspired (Y/N). I have whole types of head canons with them with Jinshi and Maomao. They're just so silly! Also, I hope some of ya'll got the references I added! (Also, Senshi is a character from Dungeon Meshi.) I recommend it! It sorta ties in with the ideas I have regarding these two fics and hopefully more to come!. 

Tags: @teddiiursula @softnightplumes

(SO, another installment! I've been thinking maybe I should start writing for more Shoujo series. Manga, anime or manhwa. But it's all in good fun, let me know what ya'll think! Thanks for reading! See you later!)