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Ignore the respost, tumblr messeed up the original, but I posted a new chapter yesterday!! The fic's alive!!

And you can read it here!

Title: 5 Times Lance Adjusts To Piloting The Red Lion…

Chapter: 4/6

Fandom: Voltron

Warnings: N/A

Rating: General Audience

Words: 2k

Chapter Desc:

Allura takes a step forward, her hands clasped in front of her. “Each of our lions associates with an element. Blue, as you may have guessed, works incredibly well underwater because she works with water and ice. Red on the other hand…” She looks up at Red.

“Is a fire elemental,” finishes Keith.

Lance looks to the shore and frowns. “So he doesn’t do great with water.”

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I just finished writing the next chapter to my Lance fic but I have... a lot of mixed feelings about it 😭

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I’m still working on that Red Paladin Lance fic, I swear 😭

I’ve just been busy with school and artist alleys 😔

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Posted a new chapter yesterday :D

Didn't mean for this one to double the wordcount of the fic but here we are 😭

Title: 5 Times Lance Adjusts To Piloting The Red Lion…

Chapter: 3/6

Fandom: Voltron

Warnings: N/A

Rating: General Audience

Words: 3k

Chapter Desc:

The sun shines down from above, sending rays of coloured light down onto them through the stained glass ceiling. Blues and purples seem to stain the paladins and Lance can’t help but watch as the colours shift on his arm in awe.

“Holy quiznack, this is beautiful,” whispers Lance.

Although, he can’t stay in his state of wonder for long as he hears somebody clear their throat ahead of them.

Lance feels himself stiffen under Groma’s gaze. “If we may begin our negotiations early,” he starts turning his back to Lance once more, “I would like to state that the people of Korissan have accomplished many feats while our alliance with Altea has been… nullified.”

Groma sends one last harsh look Lance’s way before continuing onward.

Red stirs at the back of his mind.

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New chapter came out yesterday!

Title: 5 Times Lance Adjusts To Piloting The Red Lion…

Chapter: 2/6

Fandom: Voltron

Warnings: N/A

Rating: General Audience

Words: 2k

Chapter Desc:

“You’re slow,” says Keith with a huff as Lance made his way out of Red and into his hanger.

“Is lecturing me as soon as I get out of my lion just going to be a consistent thing from now on? Because I’m honestly not much of a fan.”

“Red isn’t meant to be slow,”

Lance sighs. “Well I don’t exactly have the time to practice with him! I don’t know if you noticed, but there aren’t many things to practice my reaction time on in space.”

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Title: 5 Times Lance Adjusts To Piloting The Red Lion…

Fandom: Voltron

Warnings: N/A

Rating: General Audience

Words: 2k

Chapter: 1/6

Characters: Lance, Red Lion, Keith

Relevant Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, character analysis (kind of)

Desc:

...And The 1 Time Red Had To Adjust To Lance

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"While he wasn’t entirely accustomed to the swap just yet, Lance believed he was getting a good grasp on it. There were only a handful of times Lance lost control of Red’s speed and sent him nearly flying into one of the other lions, but he’d say he’s gotten rather used to it… for the most part.

Not really.

…He was working on it?"

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Psst I posted a new fic

(Can I really say its new if I originally wrote it last year?)

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Hey!! Writers block has been a pain, so I was wondering if anybody has some writing prompts? Preferably ninjago related but I'm down for original stuff/anything else I listed below!

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Their Side

Deep deep down, Crawly knew they shouldn’t be tempting the angel. They shouldn’t be leading Aziraphale along and convincing him that surely a little nibble wouldn’t do much harm?

Pride welled up inside of them as they watched him scarf down the ox rib, grease smearing across his cheeks and hands. Eyes wide with wonder as he stuffs his face.

They didn’t know why they had done it… Well, they did. They’re a demon. Tempting is what they do.

But they knew what it felt like to fall. To be exiled from everything you knew. So why were they taking such a risk in tempting Aziraphale?

Maybe, even further down, Crawly longed for a friend they could rely on without question.

With the exception of Hastur and Ligur - those two were inseparable at times - nobody was truly friends with one another in Hell. They were all hesitant to let their guards down, and more than willing to exploit weaknesses.

All shadows of the angels they once were.

But Aziraphale? He had retained his joyfulness and loyalty.

Perhaps it’s because he retained his angelic status. Perhaps he’s still naive.

And perhaps Crawley’s the most demonic of them all for wanting to take that away.

But they hoped, deep deep deep down, that maybe they could have a true ally in Hell if Aziraphale were to fall. An ally who wouldn’t fuss over Heaven or Hell. An ally that could just be by their side.

Of course, this hope dwindled out as they looked Aziraphale in the eye the next day. Tears threatened to escape his wet eyes as he grieved his place in heaven.

He had lied straight to Gabriel’s face. He had sinned.

Crawly never wanted to see him like that again.

So they sat with the angel, reassuring him that he won’t be going to Hell. That they believed he wouldn’t like it there. That it’d be their little secret.

The hesitant relief that washed over Aziraphale’s face sent a warmth through Crawly, something they hoped to experience more as the decades go on.

They didn’t want Aziraphale to fall. Not anymore. But maybe, just maybe, they still found their ally. Maybe it’s not just Crawly’s side anymore.

It could be their side.

"Our side."

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There's a universe where Aziraphale was the one who fell because he thought the suggestions box was a great idea and Lucifer encouraged him doing so... Angel!Crowley, seeing the cherub's fall, decided to never question God (at least not in front of her)

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Maybe I should just cave and make this acc it’s own pfp

I love changing this acc’s aesthetic every time my favourite thing ever changes 🤗

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I love changing this acc’s aesthetic every time my favourite thing ever changes 🤗

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Title: I'll Come With You

Fandom: Good Omens

Warnings: N/A

Rating: General Audience

Words: 1k

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Metatron

Relevant Tags: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort (kinda??), Good Omens Spoilers, First Kiss, Second Kiss, Canon Divergent

Desc:

!!Good Omens Season 2 Spoilers!!

“I’ll come.”

Aziraphale stilled, eyes widening and mouth stuck open.

“What?” It was barely a whisper, but Crowley heard it loud and clear. He heard the mixture of confusion and relief mixed into Aziraphale’s tone as if he was unsure of what Crowley was agreeing to.

“I’ll come with you.” A lump formed in Crowley’s throat as he forced the words out of himself. “To heaven.”

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Or: Crowley goes to heaven with Aziraphale.

(Full fic under the cut)

It was far from Crowley’s proudest moment, but he hadn’t had time to think his actions through. The way the angel looked away, frustration and sadness wafting off of him in waves. He couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t let it… them end like this. He needed one more chance. One last ditch effort to make Aziraphale see that he was wrong . That going back to heaven would only make things worse, no matter what the blasted Metatron said.

Crowley’s body seemed to have taken control and replicated every romcom he had sat through. In an act of desperation, he marched towards the angel, pulled him in by his lapels, and smashed their faces together. As he twisted his eyes shut he could finally understand why humans liked this so much, even with the bitterness of their situation looming over them.

A surprised squeak had escaped from Aziraphale, but he hadn’t pulled away. His hands ghosted Crowley’s side and back, unsure yet desperate. There were points where his hand would settle and pull them closer to one another, before falling. Crowley screwed his eyes shut tighter, trying to well down the pool of warmth swirling in his chest.

Eventually, Crowley was the one who stepped back, the kiss feeling both too short and blissfully long. 

The sob that escaped Aziraphale turned the warm pool in his chest to ice. He looked devastated, eyes welling up with tears and lips trembling as he struggled to get a word out. Behind his watery gaze was a longing Crowley had never seen from his angel before.

Longing for him.

But the longing faded into something else. Confusion? Anger? Crowley couldn’t tell, but it broke his heart seeing him like this. Seeing him torn.

And right as Aziraphale brought himself out of his stupor and as soon as he could finally muster up the words stuck in his throat–

“I’ll come.”

Aziraphale stilled, eyes widening and mouth stuck open.

“What?” It was barely a whisper, but Crowley heard it loud and clear. He heard the mixture of confusion and relief mixed into Aziraphale’s tone as if he was unsure of what Crowley was agreeing to.

“I’ll come with you.” A lump formed in Crowley’s throat as he forced the words out of himself. “To heaven.”

He despised heaven, maybe even more than he despised hell. They were toxic and manipulative, the higher ups only caring for themselves. But… But if Aziraphale was going to be up top maybe he could make a difference. He could change heaven… But he wasn’t going to be able to do that alone. No, he was too naive for that. The other archangels could easily take advantage of him, and if the Metatron even laid a finger on him–

“Oh, Crowley.” He was jolted out of his thoughts by a soft hand being placed upon his cheek. He locked eyes with Aziraphale from behind his sunglasses, a watery smile spread across his face. “You won’t regret a single second of this.”

He doubted that... Not that he’d admit it out loud. Not when Aziraphale looked so happy.

Their second kiss was just as sudden as the first as Aziraphale pulled him in, smiling into it. Crowley could feel the love radiating from his angel, causing tears to well up in his eyes.

A singular tear escapes Crowley and pools at the bottom of his sunglasses frame as he leans into the kiss, relishing in what little freedom he and Aziraphale have left. 

The ringing of the bookshop’s bell indicated the Metatron’s return, but Crowley didn’t care. Just a few more moments. A few more moments of just the two of them,  please .

Aziraphale pulls away, a whine escaping Crowley as he chases after him. “Dear,” whispers Aziraphale, placing a hand up to Crowley’s lips with an amused smile, “you’ve stopped time again.”

Oh. Crowley looks around them and catches sight of the humans outside the bookshop, all frozen in place.

“‘Suppose I have,” he grumbles, letting his shoulder slacken as Aziraphale shifts away from him, keeping a hand on his forearm.

“Should you…” Aziraphale motions around the two of them and Crowley finally notices the Metatron at the bookshop doorway, a surprised look etched onto his face.

A part of him wanted to take this opportunity to run off with Aziraphale to Alpha Centauri or even somewhere like the South Downs, just as he had originally pitched. His gaze moved to Aziraphale’s, and the angel’s eyebrows narrowed in concern. 

“Crowley?” he asked.

No. Aziraphale had already turned him down. No point in dealing with a fourth rejection of his idea of running away.

Taking in a breath, Crowley let the world around them set into motion once more. He watched as the citizens of Soho returned to the hurried walks down the sidewalk and conversations at Nina’s coffee shop. He watched the birds fly through the air and cars race down the street.

“Well, it seems you two are ready.”

Crowley couldn’t help but bristle at the sound of the Metatron’s voice. Aziraphale smiles and lets his hand squeeze Crowley’s arm before sliding down and touching his hand tentatively. Crowley eagerly snatches his hand into his own, entwining their fingers together. 

Aziraphale’s smile widens. “We’re ready to make a difference,” he proclaims proudly. Crowley does his best not to scowl.

Crowley was ready.

The Metatron smiles, gesturing outside the bookshop. “Then we best be on our way. I promise that Muriel will take excellent care of the place.” The Metatron’s gaze shifts over to Crowley. “We’re ecstatic to have you back.”

 He was ready to do whatever it takes to protect his angel.

Crowley gives a weak nod and the three leave the bookshop, entering the bustling street before them. Crowley eyes the elevator to heaven and scowls. He was moments away from sealing his fate. Moments away from being an angel again.

Moments away from a job he once hated.

But he’d go back and protect Aziraphale, even if it meant falling all over again.

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🎵Everyday it‘s a getting closer🎶

We‘ve got a release date!

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Another old fic that I tried to edit a little 💪

AO3 link

Title: Whispers

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Warnings: N/A

Rating: General Audience

Words: 1k

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Gray Fullbuster, Porlyusica (kinda), Erza Scarlet (kinda)

Relevant Tags: Angst, Character Analysis

Desc: The whispers started when Gray had absorbed Memento Mori. Granted, they were hardly noticeable over the cries of Natsu from above. Even if he wasn’t completely aware of their presence at the time, Gray would later admit that those whispers were what motivated him to take down Mard Geer with his bow. Once the markings disappeared, so did the whispers, and neither returned. That is, until a few weeks later.

Or: Gray deals with the side effects of his demon slaying magic

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  The whispers started when Gray had absorbed Memento Mori.

  Granted, they were hardly noticeable over the cries of Natsu from above. Even if he wasn’t completely aware of their presence at the time, Gray would later admit that those whispers were what motivated him to take down Mard Geer with his bow.

  Once the markings disappeared, so did the whispers, and neither returned.

  That is, until a few weeks later.

  The marking returned mere days after he and Juvia had moved into Amefurashi village. When they first returned, Gray could do nothing but look down at his bare arm and follow the jagged spiral marks up to his shoulders. Then he finally noticed the voices whispering to him.

  Use the magic.

  Find E.N.D.

  Hurt those who’ve wronged you.

  Hurt.

  Hurt.

  Hurt.

  Those thoughts were easily shaken away before Juvia had made her presence known. She inquired about what was wrong but Gray had shrugged her question off, preferring to not worry her.

   When he had gone to Porlyusica to ask about the markings and whispers. Porlyusica had seemed concerned but reassured Gray that she would do everything she could to help keep his magic at bay. After they worked together to calm his magic, Porlyusica had specified for Gray to return to her if his markings so much as spread an inch further into his body or if the whispers worsen.

  Gray had to leave for Erza’s covert mission soon after. As his markings played a part in his disguise, his slaying magic was constantly active, but he never did manage to check in with her once the markings began to grow. Or when the voices became louder .

  The voices gnawed at his mind, tempting him into the darkness. It’ll be fine. They would say. You won’t get hurt if you just accept it.

  But he couldn’t. He had to follow Porlyusica’s advice and not lose control.

  For the most part, that is.

   Now and again, when any of the members of Avatar seemed to get suspicious of him, he would let himself sink into the madness a little. He’d let the slaying magic’s claws grab hold of his heart and let that manic grin spread across his face. Gray’s memory always grew hazy around those times he let himself go. It would always be a blur of negative feelings and crazed laughter bubbling up within him.

  He hated looking back on it. There was a growing fear that one day, those negative feelings that formed whenever he let himself go would take over. A fear that he’ll lose himself.

  It’ll make my act more convincing . He reasoned. Just don’t do it too often and you’ll be fine.

  When Natsu, Lucy, and Happy showed up on purification day, there was a small part of him that was relieved. It was a small part of him who knew they’d be a big enough nuisance that he’d have to betray Avatar early and never have to force himself into that dark place ever again.

  Gray felt himself relax the slightest bit as he let his magic power die down in his friends’ cell. He relished in the way his hair fell flat and in how he finally got to let his marking crawl off his body. He wanted to smile as the voices finally turned back into whispers...

  When Lucy, Natsu, and Happy weren’t looking, Gray let his face morph into a frown. That wasn’t right.

  The voices were supposed to disappear along with the markings, not just fade.

  Unfortunately, Gray didn’t have much time to dwell on this development, as he and his team left to stop the purification. Despite being ever present in his mind, the events from that day managed to drown out the magic’s whispers.

  By the time it was nightfall, Gray had already forgotten about the whispers, having grown used to the voices during his time with Avatar. He laughed with his friends and didn’t pay much mind to the slayer magic trying to claw at his heart once more. It relentlessly tried to drag him back. To activate his markings and sink him back into the madness.

  But he didn’t.

   He couldn’t.

   Not when he had his friends to ground him.

  But then came Invel.

  The voices had gotten so loud as soon as he woke up to Juvia laying on the ground, motionless and surrounded by a pool of blood. His markings hadn’t even made its way onto his body yet .

  They yelled at him, tempting him to just let go like before, to sink into his magic.

  “He deserves to die ,” they said, louder and clearer than ever before, “don’t you think, Gray? ”

  But Gray didn’t give in. He wouldn’t deny that it was tempting, but he kept himself grounded with what little determination he had left. He stayed and ignored the oh so loud voices even when he learned E.N.D.’s real name.

  Gray stayed until he saw how far gone Natsu was. He could practically feel the bloodlust rolling off E.N.D. as Gray tried to get an answer out of him. Once Gray came to realize he might have to watch another person close to him die, he thought it would be better to slip away into his magic. Let it do the demon slaying for him.

  Gray couldn’t remember much of his fight with E.N.D. It was mostly a blur of anger and grief. He remembered flashes of flaming claws swiping at him and E.N.D.’s own angry eyes glaring at Gray.

  It was Erza’s interference that seemed to pull Gray-and seemingly Natsu-out of his haze, and Juvia’s sudden return is what grounded him.

  After their victory against Alvarez-and after Gray noticed the voices once again grew louder even with the marks gone-Erza expressed some worry for him. She stated that during his fight with E.N.D., she had noticed that his markings now covered half of his face. She inquired on if he should see Porlyusica, but Happy had quickly wormed his way into their conversation, informing Erza that Gray’s markings had returned to how they once were. That seemingly eased some of her worries.

  Happy had no idea how thankful Gray was for his interjection.

  If I could manage it in Avatar, I can manage it here. He thought to himself. I don’t need to see Porlyusica about this.

  And besides. A voice hissed in his head, and Gray wasn’t entirely sure if it was his or his magic’s. She’s probably busy with all those who were injured during the battle.

  And so, he stayed quiet about it, preferring to not worry his family.

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I haven’t posted a fic in a hot minute, but let’s try it out 💪

Title: Comfort

Fandom: MCU, Loki

Warnings: N/A

Rating: T

Chapters: 2/2

Characters: Loki, Grandmaster (kinda)

Relevant Tags: Angst, Character Analysis

Desc: Loki found comfort in the clothes he wore.

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New acc but psspsspss would anybody be able to give me ninjago writing prompts psspsspss