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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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in the club freakin it in a sensitive style

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reblog after voting!!

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Thinking many Iron Bull thoughts because this one post where someone said bull never really made the decision to leave the Qun keeps coming back to haunt me; I’ve always disagreed with it but couldn’t articulate why BUT NOW I CAN.

And it goes right along that narrative theme of the pc/inquisitor coming in to help people deal with a mess that’s already happened (aka aftermath).

Iron Bull has already separated himself from the Qun as much as he possibly can without your help, before he meets you. He has left the Qun in all but name. “But he’s still Ben Hassrath” in name only (even that is stretching it—he chose a new name for himself outside the Qun, and he loves his name). “But he still reports to the Qun on Inquisition business” ish. See, the whole Ben Hassrath thing was Bull’s bargaining chip to get in on the inquisition, but he probably knew it had to go both ways for the Qun to be in on the deal. He didn’t join on behalf of the Qun. He joined because Krem convinced him it was a good idea. The chargers, and Krem, are the crux on which everything hinges for Bull.

One of the very first conversations you can have with Bull is about that one time he almost left the Qun, but chose to go get brainwashed because leaving was terrifying. He was convinced that it was stay with the Qun or become a monster. It’s significant that he tells you this story because that is exactly where he finds himself again in his personal quest.

Bull has already emotionally left the Qun by the time he starts his personal quest—not officially, because of his fear. If he’s “officially” still Qunari, he’s not a monster. That’s the truth he holds onto. But when it comes down to it, he doesn’t rely on the Qun for really much of anything anymore. When the big decision is upon him, he doesn’t look to the voice of the Qun on his right, he looks to his left, to you. When the voice of the Qun says “don’t do this,” he doesn’t say “you have a point”. He says “But they’re my men.” Bull’s people are not the Qunari, not by the time this quest happens. His people are the chargers. They’re his world. He wants to save them, even if it means sacrificing his connection with the Qun, it’s written on his face, it’s in his hesitation. He’s at that same place he’s been before, ready to give up the Qun, but that fear is still there.

The question for him isn’t “should I keep being Qunari”. It’s “would doing what I want to do, being who I want to be, make me a monster?” That’s what he’s really asking the Inquisitor. “Would saving them, choosing them, make me a monster?”

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Hey did you know that running into a bunch of Wooloos at night look EXTREMELY MENACING

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Hey so ik it's been- *checks calendar* - literal years since you have updated this story (three years since you've posted) but I was wondering if you were still working on "Married to an edgy skeleton"? Idk if you'll respond to this (or if you'll even see it) but I also wanted to know if you're okay since you haven't posted anything recently (at least from what I could find). I loved your story on Fell sans and it's what really got me into writing tbh and I just wanted you to know that no matter what you're going through or what you have been through, I personally love your work and I hope you come back to the internet in general ^^. I shall leave you with this cuddly raccoon in the meantime 🦝

Hello there! It really has been [throws calender out the window] a while!

I'm glad that story got you into writing! It was honestly a very fun little idea when I first started writing it and it hasn't completely left my brain.

I'm gonna be honest, a big part of me wants to go back and finish it, but if I do I'm gonna need to start from the beginning again cuz the one who started that story is not the same one I am now askjdda

I do have ideas on how I'd go about re-starting it but this time I gotta hold myself to the "Finish it completely before publishing" standard or I'll keep going back and editing stuff I've already published

If I do re-write/re-publish it'd def show up on my AO3!!

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Can you do an ask for Draco Malfoy meeting someone and seeing the sunset with them and realizing that the world can be beautiful sometimes too?

(Of course! Sorry for the wait btw!)

Pain. Suffering. Humiliation.

That’s all Draco Malfoy had known since he came to Hogwarts. 

There was humiliation where people recognized Harry Potter, who was no better than a simple Muggle with parlor tricks, as greater than him. A Pureblood with a distinguished family! 

There was suffering when he retired to his rooms, the quiet of the dorms allowing the harsh words of his father to echo in his head. The threats and promises of disappointment should he not live up to his father’s expectations.

And the pain. The pain of the humiliation and suffering roiling inside him. The pain of being compared endlessly to his father. The pain of bearing his father’s sins and being expected to uphold them. The pain of molding himself to those expectations simply because they were too hard to fight.

But even through the pain, he was granted hope. A light he could cling to in his dark, foreboding world. 

He didn’t know by what power he was given this gift. But he would cherish it. Even if he didn’t know how to express that.

You came into his life, a whirlwind of quiet snarks in class followed by challenging glares when he overstepped a boundary or fell back into the habit of cruelty. You took his cold, empty world and tore a seam of light in it.

And as he shivered on the bridge in the early morning, stars still out and the sky dark, he mused that the world reflected his internal battle. His eyes drifted across the horizon, watching as the first rays of the sun sliced its way into the sky. He felt your shivering form press up against his own, a small ember of warmth blossoming between you.

‘Maybe the world isn’t so cruel,’ he thought as he pulled you closer, into his arms before gazing into your sleepy face, highlighted by the dawn. ‘At least...it doesn’t seem as cruel when you’re here, bringing me the sun.’

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hey cutie idk if your requests are open 🙃 and if they aren't, just delete this lmao | but anyway can you do a cedric x Slytherin reader where he's embarrassing her by squishing her cheeks and stuff in public but then... In private she does it to him and coos and gives him kisses everywhere and he's all blushy and she calls him baby and ugh I'm ranting but take your time sweetie, and thank you for reading that if you did ❤️

(This is a really adorable ask!! So sorry for the long wait btw ^.^’)

“Squish-”

“Stop it.”

“Squishy squish-”

“Ced, I”m serious.”

“Hi, Serious-”

“I hate you so much.”

“I’m Cedric, the love of your life.”

Giving a scathing, deadly glare was almost a required trait to be in Slytherin. The narrowed eyes, the silent look of wishing death upon the recipient, and the ominous aura of dark intentions would normally be enough to make anyone of the receiving end of your glare turn and run for the nearest teacher.

But instead of running or hiding or doing anything to stop your glare, the smug Hufflepuff Seeker merely smushed your cheeks between his palms again and grinned widely.

“I still hate you,” You muttered, your words muffled by the current position your cheeks were in. Cedric’s only response was an unfairly adorable giggle before he pulled you in to kiss your forehead then rest his forehead against yours. 

“That’s practically a marriage proposal coming from you.” He teased, kissing your forehead again. 

You responded by giving him a raspberry and pouted up at him. Your cheeks were absolutely not burning, no sir.

“Cedric!” You whined, pulling his hands off your cheeks “You’re embarrassing me!” 

Cedric chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hugged you tightly. “It’s not my fault that you’re so adorable!” He cooed.

You stuck your tongue out at him and he laughed in response. 

“You make it sound like you’ve never done this to me before,” Cedric teased, nudging you with his elbow. 

“I do not!!” You narrowed your eyes and shifted your gaze away from your giggling Seeker. You humped and crossed your arms.

And yet, a few hours later, tucked away in the corner of the library, hidden by towers of bookshelves and cushions, you sat in Cedric’s lap, hands on his cheeks, squishing them together while he read from a textbook.

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Hey no rush in this one but if you still can take requests can I have a 19, 28, 67 with the classic original ut sans and the reader being the shy one ok thanks bye -runs in fangirl shame-

(You didn’t specify a prompt list but I’m guessing it’s the kissing one, yes? So sorry for the long wait but I hope you enjoy!)

19. Shy Kiss

28. First Kiss

67. When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

Stargazing picnic dates were your favorite dates.

Just you, Sans, and the entire expansion of the universe set above you.

But with your face gently cupped in Sans’ hands, and with you returning the gesture, the universe was standing right in your arms. You felt Sans’ bony cheek nuzzle into your palm and a warm smile spread across your face as the two of you leaned in once more.

Blue magic surged on Sans’ cheekbones as he felt your breath softly brush against his teeth. His thumb brushed against your lower lip and heat bloomed on your cheeks.

Nothing to worry about here, just the first kiss, right?

Acting on reflex (before you could second guess yourself or overthink the situation), you pulled Sans close, eliminating the distance between your mouths. 

Your eyes shut tight as you leaned into the touch, Sans’ eyes widened in shock before slowly sinking closed. He pulled you into his arms and settled you in his lap, the hand cupping your cheek tightened as he angled your head to deepen the kiss.

You felt your body melt in his arms and a pleasant sigh left your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your heart and his soul pounded as one before Sans suddenly pulled away, holding you delicately in his arms.

“I’m sorry-” Sans whispered, his blue eyelights wide with shock, as the ever present urge to second-guess himself crept in. “-are you sure you-” 

You tugged his neck and kissed him fiercely, molding your body to his until you felt him relax completely in your arms. “That answer your question?” You teased, a shy grin spreading across your features.

You felt Sans chuckle as he hugged you tightly “Then may I do it again?” He asked in a low voice, with a crooked, lovestruck grin on his face.

The blush on your cheeks raged and made your entire face feel like it was on fire. “You may.”

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Summary:  Zavala just wants to start this Vanguard meeting with no hiccups. But Daiane Jaaj, the six-year-old Guardian seems to have other ideas as she stands at the end of the Vanguard table wearing Cayde’s cloak with an excited grin on her face. Cayde is simultaneously dying of cuteness and laughter and Ikora is definitely marking this as one of her favorite meetings.

Basically, a Destiny OC I’ve hardly fleshed out gets an entire one-shot bc my brain is indecisive on what I should focus on but also wants Cayde’s dad instincts to be recognized. Hence this fic.

Here’s her bio btw since that’s gonna take a bit longer to explain :p

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Hi! Hope everything is well with you! I was wondering if you could do something where Cedric Diggory ends up in detention somehow, and the Slytherin Reader that is there as well, is quite surprised how pretty boy Diggory ended up there to begin with... but even more about how their detention ended ;)

AN: Kay so this story snatched my brain and ran so imma put a read more cut in here, sorry! Hope you enjoy!!

Go to Hogwarts, they said.

Get sorted into Slytherin, they said.

It’ll be fun, they said.

Looking around you at the mostly empty classroom with Finch up at the front desk, you mentally noted to have a few words with whoever said Hogwarts life would be fun and easy.

You sighed loudly and plopped your chin in your palm and glared at the wall.

Is it too late to plead innocent?

Your eyes glanced over to Mrs. Norris who was perched on Filch’s desk and felt a chill run down your spine when she stopped her grooming to stare at you with her unblinking red eyes.

Yeah detention really sucked at Hogwarts…

Although from what you heard from some of the older students, detention was usually served in the kitchens. So why were you in an empty classroom?

Your eyes darted around the room trying to find a clock of some kind to see how long you’ve been stuck there. You eventually found an ornate grandfather clock that informed you that it’s been...five minutes?!?!!!

It’s only been five minutes since you were brought in???

Sweet Merlin’s ankle socks this was torture-

You let out a frustrated growl and flopped your head on the desk.

“Hey!!” Filch’s gravelly voice cut through the room and seemed to echo around your skull. “No sudden movements you little runt! One more peep outta you and I’ll chain you to the ceiling!” 

Normally, you’d ignore Filch’s threats. But you were bored so you decided to enjoy a few moments of sass.

“Likely story, Filch.” You responded dryly, not even looking up at the squib groundskeeper. “Everyone knows Dumbledore won’t let you abuse us students like that.” 

Filch snarled and stomped his boots on the floor. “Watch your tongue, wretch! I am your superior and you will respect my authority or I will have you whipped!”

“There will be no whipping of anyone, Mister Argus Filch.” The stern yet maternal voice of Professor Sprout interrupted Filch’s tantrum. 

The Hufflepuff’s Head of House strode in with her head held high and a firm gaze. “Mister Filch, we talked about threatening students with torture.” Her tone conveyed a sense of frustration and disappointment and you were genuinely surprised to see Filch cower before the woman with an embarrassed look on his face.

You perked up eagerly, internally grinning at what just happened. Was it too much to hope Professor Sprout would save you from this death via boredom detention?

Filch mumbled out an apology and crossed his arms. 

Professor Sprout smiled and nodded her head “Apology accepted.” She turned to you and nodded a hello “Hope you’re doing well, Dearie.” She said softly.

Warmth and hope bloomed in your chest at the endearing nickname. Freedom was so close you could almost taste it!

“I’m doing well now that I know I won’t be shackled to the ceiling,” You grinned at her, not bothering to look at Filch who huffed in annoyance.

Sprout chuckled softly “I’m glad I could ease your mind, Dearie. But I’m afraid that’s all the saving I can do.”

Betrayal!

“I’m just here to drop off your detention partner and then I’ll be on my way.” Professor Sprout cast another warning glare at Filch before stepping to the side to reveal your detention inmate.

“This is Cedric Diggory, he’ll be joining you for this week and the next. I do hope you two get along and become friends!” Sprout smiles brightly at the two of you before quickly saying her goodbyes.

Vaguely, you heard Filch order the both of you to follow him to the dungeons to the kitchens (as if neither of you knew where the kitchen was located). But you were too busy trying to pick your jaw off the floor at the fact that Cedric “Pretty Boy” Diggory was in detention.

Your mind raced, conjuring up as many possible (and impossible) reasons he could have gotten into detention. Started a fight? Nah, he’s gotta keep a clean record to stay on the Quidditch team. Dared to cast a forbidden curse? A horrifying mental image (Merlin help anyone who provokes a Hufflepuff into using forbidden curses) but also unlikely. 

Maybe he sassed Snape?

That’s how you got here but you can’t picture Diggory actively sassing Snape to his face. Not many did, and from what you knew, Sassing Snape had even been banned from Gryffindor Dare Challenges. That’s how much no one sassed Snape. 

Except you apparently, but in your defense, you do believe he was just overreacting.

A small but firm tug on your sleeve yanked you out of your head just as Filch stopped at the doors of the kitchens.

Beside you, you felt Diggory inconspicuously step away from you before Filch turned around to address the both of you with a wicked, greasy smile.

Heck, you owed the Hufflepuff now-

“Enjoy your detention, wretches.” Filch drawled, opening up the door to the kitchens. Diggory shifted on his feet, obviously uncomfortable. Which Filch obviously noticed. “A shame I can’t stay and enjoy your suffer-”

“Welp, thanks for the tour, I’ll send a tip for you at the front desk.” you interrupted, shoving past Filch who stuttered wildly. You glanced back to see Diggory shuffle in quietly behind you, stepping away from Filch as far as he could while still being polite. “Now I’m sure you’re a very busy man so I’ll leave you to it!” 

You quickly dashed up to the door and closed it in front of a fuming groundskeeper who shouted empty threats.

Feeling absolutely smug and pleased with yourself, you made a dramatic show if dusting off your shoulders as a smirk grew on your features. You turned to Diggory and grinned “Tour Guides can be so pushy sometimes, don’t you agree?” You quipped, earning a chuckle covered up by a cough from the Quidditch Star himself.

“You two!” A harsh voice came from below your kneecaps mere seconds before your shoes were attacked by a wooden spoon wielding House Elf. “Put your robes on the hooks by the door then report to the wash station! If I’m gonna be forced to watch you two delinquents in my kitchen, I’ll at least put you to work!”

The plump House Elf motioned first to the small rack of hooks by the kitchen doors then at the giant sink pressed against the brick walls to his right. He smacked his wooden spoon again, this time at the floor in between you and Diggory. “Don’t just stand there! Hurry! Pitts doesn’t run a social area! Pitts runs a kitchen!”

He turns abruptly and you turn to Diggory, half-bewildered and half-amused at being ordered around by a House Elf. You weren’t sure what to expect from Hufflepuff’s Seeker but a very terrified look on his face with arms scrunched up around his torso was not what you were expecting.

Oh no, he’s adorable- You thought to yourself, torn between cooing over the expression on his face as he nervously chewed his lip and bolting to wrap him in a large blanket to comfort him. Step one: Don’t fall for the adorable looks of my detention buddy.

You coughed softly and waved a hand in front of Diggory’s face. “Hey, pretty boy, you there?” 

Diggory’s grey eyes fluttered before looking at you. He took a sharp inhale and quickly dropped his hands and straightened himself up. “S-sorry! Yes, I’m here. Uh, can I help you with your robe?” He asked, gesturing quickly to the hooks near the door as he quickly removed his and draped it over his forearm before holding his hands up to assist you with yours.

Oh no, he’s sweet-

“Uh, yeah sure. Thanks.” You mumbled before removing your robe to brush off your out-of-class clothes. Diggory took both robes and neatly set them up on the hooks. He began folding his slightly wrinkled sleeves up his forearm and you felt every inch of your body suddenly break out into internal screaming.

I bet 10 galleons, a month’s worth of Butterbeer, and a lifetime supply of chocolate frogs that boy is part Veela-

“What are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head slightly as the two of you began heading to the wash area. 

“We’re washing dishes, aren’t we?” Diggory replied, glancing up at the large sink with a pile of dishes to the side of it. “I just didn’t want to get my sleeves too wet.” 

You blinked. Shoot, you didn’t think of that.

You quickly made sure your sleeves were out of reach of the water as you both arrived at the sink where another House Elf quickly explained your jobs and how to properly wash dishes before leaving the two of you unsupervised. 

Silence enveloped the both of you as you got to work, the only words exchanged between you both were reminders of how Pitts wanted the dishes washed and soft mutters of frustration when a dish slipped or clinked loudly against the sink.

After an eternity (*30 minutes*) of washing an endless pile of dishes, you finally caught a break long enough to stretch out your muscles and pop your neck.

Only for Pitts to gleefully drop another mountain of dishes at the sink with a pinched look on his face. “Hurry up! If you troublemakers have time to break rules and get in trouble, you have time to wash more dishes!”

You were suddenly very tempted to wash dishes while singing obnoxious songs as off-key as humanly possible.

You ground your teeth but said nothing and angrily scrubbed the closest dish. As you finished your dish, you passed it off to Diggory to dry but stopped when you saw that look from earlier plastered on his face.

His eyebrows pinched in worry while he chewed on his lip, his clouded eyes darted from the sink in front of him to where Pitts stood on a crate barking out orders.

Oof, poor guy’s gotta be stressed outta his mind…

“So uh...what are you in for?” You asked, casually handing over the dish like you hadn’t been holding it for the past minute.

Diggory blinked before looking at you. “Excuse me?”

“What are you in for?” You repeated as you grabbed the next dish “Me? I’m in for asking Snape why we don’t have Alchemy classes on the regular like at the Beauxbatons.” You rolled your eyes at the memory of Snape’s face turning red in the middle of Potions Class. “I was just wondering what the differences were between potions and alchemy classes and Snape went all ‘We don’t question the curriculums in the middle of class’ so I just asked if the reason was because he sucked at Alchemy-” Beside you, Diggory let out a choked wheeze “-and he banished me to the care of our wondrous groundskeeper slash tour guide Argus Filch.”

“I-, you-” Diggory bit his lip in an effort to contain giggles. “You said what to Snape?” He laughed and shook his head as he finished drying the dish in his hands. “I’m...honestly surprised you’re still alive.”

You grinned “I happen to be very good at avoiding death via Snape. It’s mostly thanks to the fact that we were surrounded by an entire class full of witnesses that kept me alive.” 

Diggory chuckled again and you nudged him with the next dish you passed along. “So what about you, pretty boy? How’d someone with a squeaky clean record like you end up in detention?”

“Oh, I set a student’s robe on fire.”

ExcUSE?!?!????

You physically choked on your saliva and felt your nails dig into the metal of the sink as you tried to cough your way back to a clear throat.

Diggory panicked beside you and quickly cleaned a glass and filled it with some clean water and handed it to you while waiting for you to remember how to breathe properly.

“I’m sorry, you w h a t?!”

“I overheard a fifth year refer to a first year as ‘Mudblood’ so I cast Incendio on the fifth year’s robes.” Diggory replied, shrugging as a grim countenance fell on his face. “I don’t know either of them but I hope that first year is okay…”

“Wait, wait, wait! Back up!” You made the time out sign and pointed at Diggory “If you’re the one who stood up for that first year, why are you here instead of that fifth year?!”

Diggory sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Not sure...I didn’t ask, I’m...kind of in shock that I haven’t been expelled from the Quidditch team or Hogwarts yet.”

Ah, the classic “I did a bad thing now the worst possible consequence will happen” thoughts.

“But-! You were defending the kid! Why are you in trouble?” 

Another shrug. “I mean, even if I was defending someone, I used magic outside of class in an aggressive way. That’s still a punishable offense.”

Your nose scrunched up and a frown formed on your face. “I don’t suppose you can give me the appearance of this fifth year?”

“No, I’m not going to tell you what that student looks like so you’ll try to make their life a living hell while pretending to know nothing.”

“I wasn’t gonna!!”

Diggory looked at you with a half-serious half-amused expression. “Then what were you planning?”

You stuck your tongue out and grinned evilly “I was simply going to introduce them to the mermaid friends I made in Black Lake!”

Both of you broke out into laughs only to be shushed by Pitts who ordered the two of you to stop slacking.

Diggory flinched at Pitt’s tone and you gently bumped the Hufflepuff’s arm. “Hey....you okay? Pitts isn’t bothering you too much, is he? I bet I can annoy him into being quieter if you need him to stop shouting.”

Diggory smiled softly at you “Thank you but I’m...I’m okay. It’s not Pitts who I’m worried about.”

“Is it Filch? Please tell me it’s Filch. I learned this firework spell from a Gryffindor and I’ve been dying to try it out.”

Another small laugh. “No, well...not anymore. Filch is definitely terrifying but he’s the least of my problems.”

Ah, so it’s probably a personal thing. Aight no biggie, just casually steer the conversation away. No need to get mushy on the first day of school prison- ahem- detention.

“It’s my dad that I’m worried about…”

Aaaand there goes that idea-

“He’s very proud of me and I try really hard to be this perfect son for him who never causes any trouble and I’m…” Diggory looked down at the sink and his eyes went glassy for a moment before he took a deep breath. “I’ve never gotten detention before. I’ve always found some way to avoid it by picking fights with bullies when there’s a crowd of people around to confirm the bully’s actions and my defense but this time…”

“You were set up.” Your eyes widened in realization as your jaw dropped.

Diggory nodded grimly and slowly resumed his dish drying.

“Did...did you tell any of the professors what happened?” You asked softly, silently considering any and all options to track down this fifth year and cause them some sort of harm.

“Professor Sprout.” He said, taking the next dish from you “She said she’ll do some asking around but…” His throat went dry and his eyes watered.

“She gave you the disappointed voice?”

He nodded once and you nearly teared up in sympathy.

Nothing had ever made you cry as fast as hearing Professor Sprout saying “I’m very disappointed in you, Dearie.” And you were a Slytherin. You had to deal with Severus “I’m better than all of you” Snape’s condescending tone since you arrived to Hogwarts! 

“I’m...sorry, Diggory.” You whispered, not sure how to comfort him.

“Cedric. And it’s alright...I appreciate you just listening to me ramble.”

“Uh, you’re welcome?”

“Cedric.” He said again, a bit firmer this time. “You don’t have to call me ‘Diggory’.” He clarified before turning to you with a shy smile. “We’re stuck in detention for a week together, aren’t we? Might as well get to know each other.”

“O-oh, right. Uh, thanks, Cedric.” You mumbled, trying furiously to stop a random blush from rising to your cheeks. “S-so uh...after detention’s over, wanna grab a Butterbeer?” You glared at the mountain of dishes before turning back to Cedric.

Cedric grinned widely at you and practically glowed “I’d love to! It’s a date!”

Well, failed Step One I guess-

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Hey! Nice to see you again. I missed you!! ^-^

Aww thank you! I've missed you too!

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*wheezes like I just ran a marathon*

I just went back and redid all the tags and stuff so hopefully everything works now-

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@ the anon who requested Prompts  19, 28, 67 with the classic original ut sans and the reader being the shy one, can you please contact me and tell me which prompt list you are taking requests from?

Here’s a link to the prompts that I’m taking requests from:

https://ihaveanimagine.tumblr.com/tagged/prompt-list

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Ninja Turtles, Michelangelo, 2012 and rottmnt, with a selectively mute friend turned crush, and when said friend/crush trusts him fully to feel comfortable talking with him the most?

2012!Michelangelo

When you first meet, Mikey is a little...confused why his new friend chooses not to speak. He loves speaking and can’t comprehend why someone would choose not to.

But as your friend, Mikey makes it his duty to support your decision! After all, “I can talk plenty for the both of us!!” 

If you use it or have an interest in learning, Mikey will 100% be down to learn sign language(s) to have active conversations with you so you aren’t limited to facial expressions, charades, or a thumbs up/down.

(Side note, due to Mikey being so close with his mute friend, the two are not allowed to be a team during charade games at the Lair because they’re too powerful as a team)

When Mikey starts developing feelings for his friend, he tries to drop subtle hints.

Ya know, casually grabbing his friend’s hand to hold then releasing the hand because they need the hand to sign. Wrapping his arms around them in tight hugs, not wanting to let go, etc.

And that’s when his friend hits him with the most dizzying display of trust he’s ever experienced.

His friend talks to him. In their voice. It’s gravelly and unused but to Mikey it’s one of the most cherished things in the multiverse to him.

Expect him to be stunned in silence for a while before he gets big eyes and pulls his friend in for a bone crushing hug while he gushes about how proud he is to be trusted by them.

Rise!Michelangelo

Very similar to 2012 Mikey, he’ll be a little confused why someone chooses not to speak but respects and supports their decision nonetheless.

He’ll also learn some sign language to make communication with his friend easier but he’ll also add lots of arts and crafts to help his friend express themselves as much as possible without speaking. He’s a very energetic and expressive person by nature so he has no problem with finding the best outlet to help his friend express themself.

As clever as Mikey can be, it will take a long while to realize that his feelings toward his best friend are no longer platonic but romantic. And that event will come in the form of his friend speaking to him in the privacy of a New York rooftop pillowfort.

A simple quiet, hoarse “Thank you” followed by a hand squeeze and a wide grin is all it takes for Mikey to spiral into ten different emotions at the same time, absolutely reeling at the fact you trust him enough to speak to him and dEAR SWEET PIZZA SUPREME IN THE SKY YOU SPOKE TO HIM AND WHY IS HIS HEART BEATING SO FAST, STOP IT!!

He may or may not give his friend a blank look of shock for a few seconds before absolutely melting while stuttering out a “You’re welcome” and a tight hug.

Yeah this boy is absolutely smitten, help him.

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I am so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for the 10000x time this past few years but I’m going through all the asks I got and they’ll be answered ASAP!

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Shattered Glass!Megatron, meeting an old friend from before the war with the Autobots. Turn of events this friend is from a verse where Megatron is the bad, cruel, warlord instead of Optimus, how would that go?

Oooohhh, this is a really intersting thought!

SG!Megs would be really excited to see his old friend, he’d be beyond relieved to see them alive and safe after a brutal war with the Autobots. 

But when his friend recoils from him and screams threats at him and accuses him for being guilty of the crimes committed by the Optimus the False Prime, he’s confused and hurt but mostly confused because he never did those things.

It’s only after a long while of trying to get his friend to open up and talk to him does he discover they come from a universe where he is the raging Warlord and Optimus is the gentle yet deadly Guardian.

Needless to say SG!Megatron is very...conflicted about this situation.

He doesn’t understand how there could possibly be a version of him who lets his anger and authority corrupt him into something evil. He doesn’t understand how there can be two (or more) versions of the same planet and the same war with the same bots.

Had he not been in the middle of a war, he’d be fascinated by this. 

Ultimately, he’d probably want to offer his friend shelter. Let them decide if they want to stay here with him or if they want to go back to their dimension. 

Secretly, SG!Megs would hope his friend stays as he misses their company but will understand if they want to go back.