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Updated: 2.1.25

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[ronearoundblindly]

Meep-Cute

Bucky Barnes & shapeshifter!Reader (platonic; you are Alpine) ((eventual Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Reader))

Summary: In your fluffy, white cat form, you come across a stranger who is unexpectedly kind.

I decided to make this a drabble series because it's really just a bunch of cute situations until the big reveal. Let's just enjoy some adorable fluff and sweet!Bucky in the mean time, right? No warnings, although there's very vague mentions that reader has a sad past, too.

*I'm sorry this is a weird one to tag on here because 'x reader' usually means a relationship, but eh, I'm doing my best, gang. WC 614

He was so still sitting on the stoop, shaggy dark hair covering his face, all black clothing that not even the buckles shine on, you didn’t know he was there until nearly past. With so much on your mind, your shoulders bend high, your head stays level, but your tail droops between your legs.

You are as low to the ground as possible, trying and failing to be as invisible as the man on the stairs.

Out of nowhere you hear this soft coo of “hello there,” startling you to jump sky high and scuttle a few paces farther before looking back.

He seems small in the shadows, but the hand that stretches out is enormous, pale. 

“Pretty girl, where you going?” His voice is so soft. You’ve been deceived by ’soft’ before.

After looking around, checking for any threats you may have missed, you chirp.

“All alone, huh? You hungry? Thirsty?”

You hiss…softly.

“Okay, okay, you don’t know me. I get it.” The pale hand withdraws into his shadows again. “I’m Bucky.”

There’s a cautious rumble in the back of your throat, but he’s made no moves to catch you, keep you, or worse.

“I just wanted to say ‘hi,’ darling.”

It’s the tinge of sadness, the resignation in his tone that turns the tables in your mind. You recognize that. Sometimes, you just want someone there, too.

He’s earned a meow, and you sit daintily on your haunches in a streak of moonlight.

“Hey,” Bucky mutters, shifting, “aren’t you a sweet—“

But the hand that extends this time is shiny, reflective, and clicks in places, so you shy away.

“Shit. Sorry, doll.” He flips it palm up and touches his knuckles to the pavement, letting you sniff at the bizarre appendage.

The metallic smell is overwhelming. You huff it out of your nostrils.

Bucky chuckles. “Not my favorite either.”

Why you trust him enough to do this, you couldn’t say, but you’re compelled to bap at the fingers until he pulls them away, insisting they aren’t a toy.

Bucky tsks, patting himself down for a moment before going straight for his boot lace, asking if you like strings instead.

You aren’t a real cat. He doesn’t know—hopefully never will—but shouldn’t be put out by undoing an entire shoe for your entertainment, so you immediately walk forward and place your paw on the ties.

His hands freeze.

When you look up, your eyes adjust to the deeper darkness to see tortured features, sad, strained, and questioning. He seems shocked, and you sense he fears something, about this situation or about you.

You tap your paw against him once more and cock your head to the side playfully, hoping to lighten that weight sitting atop him. You know that feeling. You left that feeling only hours ago.

Bucky’s breath catches as he hesitates, inscrutable eyes wide and watching, until his pale hand raises slowly to pet you between the ears. It’s only the graze of his fingertips, hardly even a scratch, but you make sure to purr in encouragement.

Those downcast eyes transform, crinkling at the edges as a smile breaks the mask of unspoken pain, and he coos again.

“Hello, there, beautiful lady. Whatcha doing all alone out here?”

You could ask him the same, but you’re not ready to be human yet. Too much has happened. Too much could happen still. It’s safer to take your time, to listen, to stay, so you lean into his hand, flop onto your side, draped across the steel toes of his big boots, and chatter incoherently.

Bucky’s smart, though, because you can tell he knows you meant, “well, I’m not alone now.”

[Next Part: Scaredy Cat]

[Love Bites with Steve Rogers]

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[wren-kitchens]

simply having a wonderful christmastime

a bit of a gempearl drabble, because I wanted to do a little something. tis the season after all HKDHS

664 words, mentions of alcohol

pearl bumps into her, all bubbly laughter and not-quite-sober grins, with tinsel thrown  around her neck like a scarf. her cheeks are flushed with pleasure and heat and whatever it is that she's been drinking all night, and in all honesty, it is gorgeous. of course, everything about pearl is gorgeous, but- well, gem is a little tipsy herself, and she's finding that she's beginning to notice every little detail about pearl all over again. it's definitely a blessing- a christmas miracle, if you will. 

christmas parties on hermitcraft are always a blast, but there's something very distinct about just finishing a death game in time to get drunk and dance and eat far too many sweet things on christmas night with your best friends. and of course, new faces can never hurt—joel and etho have been talking (maybe flirting? impossible to say with those two) by the snack table for hours, and skizz has spared no time in pulling impulse (and anyone else he can convince, but mostly impulse) into the silliest dances gem has ever seen. jokes about snails and superpowers are exchanged every so often, and gem's chest is warm with laughter at both the inside jokes and the confusion on the non-lifer hermits' faces. 

gem has definitely eaten more than her fill of christmas cookies, and is feeling faintly sick, but she's not about to let that stop her from spinning pearl around teasingly. the way pearl leans back to laugh so openly is worth any kind of nausea from excess gingerbread. 

"you’re certainly merry." gem catches pearl's arms as she stumbles a little, grinning. "happy christmas."

"it's christmas!" pearl cheers, half giggling as she talks. void, she's beautiful. "you smell like cookies."

gem laughs, and pearl's smile widens as she watches intently. her stomach flips, and it's entirely unrelated to the desserts. "yeah- i’ve had a few too many." she baps pearl on the nose. "and it looks like you’ve had a few too many drinks."

pearl scoffs, waving an arm (almost hitting gem in the face in the process, which kind of disproves her point). "i’m not drunk. i’m happy- i’m with gem!"

yeah, gem really loves these christmas parties. "okay, sweetheart." she teases, enjoying the way pearl blushes. 

"okay- i’m very drunk." pearl admits, and gem laughs. "but I am happy. and because you just- you look like the sun." she lifts a hand to cup gem's face, stroking her cheek.

gem can’t help but melt into her, face flushing in a way that would definitely be a lot more embarrassing if she was that little bit more sober. "pearl.."

in that endearing way she does, pearl tilts her head ever so slightly to the side. "that's me. what is it?"

maybe it's that pretty little smile pearl has been wearing this whole conversation, but gem feels as if she's somehow more intoxicated than she was a few moments ago, and- well, words seem far less important than kissing. so that's what she does. 

pearl kisses back readily, and gem remembers distantly pearl telling her that she can always tell when she wants to kiss her, because she gets this- this look in her eyes. whatever that means. it's one of those things that makes gem smile every time she remembers it, because- pearl knows her so well, doesn't she? how lucky gem is to have her. 

gem pulls away, if only to see that brief second where pearl blinks, regaining her composure. she can’t help grinning—she's so beautiful. 

"no mistletoe here." pearl teases, flicking at gem's hair. her hand is on gem's waist, and it's just lovely. void, gem is so lucky. and kinda drunk. 

"do we have to go find some," gem leans in again, and pearl's eyes flick to her lips in a way that makes her heart swell. "or can I just kiss you again?"

pearl hums, her nose brushing gem's. "y’know, I think i'll let it slide."

[theallianceofcelestials]

Drabble of the fan seeing baby eclipse for the first time / when he’s turned please 🙏

(No pressure if not I’ll take small bits)

Dw, I like doing lil drabbles, even if I take longer with them than the other asks!

Killcode growls in annoyance under his breath, half-tempted to just ignore the call he was given. The only reason he's even going to this summon is because he thinks he vaguely remembers the shape of the caller scientist's name as Eclipse's partner for the day. The woman better be calling him for a good reason.

He's not that far now, which is why he picks up the weird sounds. He stops at the higher pitched small voice, wondering if his son's bear friend brought in his cubs today. He doesn't think any of them sound like this, however.

"Researcher please, your father will be here shortly we can-"

"B' who he?"

Dread begins to pool in his stomach, and he can't be blamed for picking up the speed and rounding the corner almost aggressively. He freezes in his tracks almost immediately.

Before him, on the floor, is a tiny familiarly coloured solar animatronic, currently twisting himself around so he can look at him. The tiny being struggles to properly look up at him, but when their optics meet familiar white-gold optics light up.

"PAPA!"

The joyful shriek startles him, even as something melts within him when small hands begin reaching for him, and that now tiny face breaks into a sunny grin. It's mostly eclipsed by worry and fear.

What if that's not his son anymore? What if his son died? what if what if

"Is everything alright? I can see the fear on your face— "

He carefully picks up the child, nausea beginning to churn within his stomach, his joints are tensing almost as if in preparation of a fight, but there's nothing to fight here and he's useless all over again as his family suffers and it's his fault because if only he—

A small hand baps his chest, breaking him out of his stupor. When he looks down, the tiny animatronic is still smiling at him.

"I want cake! Nd can I pl-pla-plaay with Lu-LuLuny afte'?"

Something in him untangles, and Killcode heaves a heavy sigh of relief, before leaning down to nuzzle into Eclipse's now chubby and rounded rays. It takes everything in him not to scream.

"Of course son"

He melts inside just the tiniest bit when he's nuzzled back, and with one last icy glare at the scientists he turns and leaves.

.*.*.*.

Bloodmoon has to admit, when they left to find their father after he went out for something, they did not expect to come across him with a tiny Eclipse in his hand.

But well, life has always been strange.

They feel themselves clam up, and Bloody insists they need to run, to escape, but Rusty holds as form as his shaky being can. He's been hit by that sudden terror as well.

"Father, what is this? "

He's almost afraid to ask, especially with his twin trying to drag him away, both from the front and from the child, but he holds firm for now. He won't let Bloodmoon be seen rushing away in fear at the sight of a mere child.

"It appears your brother had an accident while he was working. And as a result, he'll temporarily be a child for a while"

Hopefully is the word their father doesn't say out loud but they hear all the same. It doesn't help with Rusty's current predicament.

"Will you boys hold him for a bit? I need to warn everyone else"

"Why can't we do that?!"

Their father raises a brow, and they twitch in a mixture of offense and shame while their body also decides to wince. They're aware it's a weird look, but they don't care. Their speaking abilities were just rightfully questioned, and they'd rather not anger their father

The child gets passed to them, and then they're left blinking at each other in the hallway.

Big gold optics look at them, seeming to almost sparkle for a second in recognition, and then small arms are wrapping around their neck.

"Brother Bloodm- BlooMoon!"

They whimper in fear even as they secure their grip on their now baby brother.

Worst of all, they're the eldests again!

.*.*.*.

Solar Flare thinks about life and its unfairness as the tiny Eclipse attempts his best to get to them. The two of them have been at this for a while now.

Solar Flare will back away, not wanting to hurt its softer brother, and the stubborn child will climb or toddle after him with a fiery determination that it's grown to love. Only problem with that is how the child seems to be ignoring its attempts to keep him safe.

They'll admit, they've somewhat given up. If the child can climb up to the couch, they won't move this time. It's almost like he senses it too, because he's been trying to pull himself up for minutes.

It raises its head, looking first for his uncles, finding Uncle Sun worrying away at his ribbons while the cats meow loudly for his attention, probably asking for food again. He's been slowly descending into madness and worry since they've been made aware of the situation.

Uncle Moon is pacing in the bathroom, staring blankly ahead of himself in what they can recignise as sheer fear. Their uncle doesn't do well with children. He especially doesn't know what to do in this situation, probably already worrying about when they will turn to him for an answer. Solar Flare is ashamed to admit it's also hoping Uncle will pull a miracle this time as well.

It jumps as something flops down onto his lap, meeting large beloved optics when he looks down. Seems like the childified Eclipse has managed to climb up.

"Flare mean!"

It can't quite help the sad cant to its shoulders, but it tries softening it by exaggerating it. Thankfully, the baby only laughs.

With a toddler now in its lap, it carefully reaches around to hold him, both to stabilize him and to keep him away from their sharp edges. This apparently means cuddle time for its brother.

It sighs in silent fondness as it's now tiny big brother curls up against him, trying to fight a smile down all the while. It'll stand guard over him for however long he'll allow it, then go back to its avoidence.

It doesn't want its brother hurt, after all

.*.*.*.

Lunar can more than admit he's childish sometimes.

But can you blame him for being freaked out in this situation?!

His big brother is a baby! A sodding toddler! And he doesn't know how to handle it!

He objectively knows what to do, and he objectively also knows that what he's feeling is probably jealousy, but he's going to deny that until he's dead. Because he's self aware enough to know that's stupid.

The little Eclipse has been staring at him for a while, both hurt and angry by his distance, but Lunar really doesn't know what to do! He has no idea how he can just turn all these stupid emotions off so he can be there for his brother, who must be terrified because of his situation.

And he can also admit the glaring is more adorable than anything. He's kinda taking pictures of it. Good blackmail material, even if Clipsy is particularly generous with those.

If nothing else, he can laugh his ass of at it later, but for now maaaaaybe he should try something? Kids like playing games right?

.*.*.*.

Sun'll never admit the bubble of utter glee that rose in him when he saw the tiny solar model in Bloodmoon's hands. He'll also forever deny any sort of parental instinct that's still trying to rear its ugly head.

Especially because his newest nephew is currently curled up in his lap like a kitten! It's so damned adorable!

He was a bit anxious earlier, but now he's calmish. He's realised nothing bad's going on, it's just a little mishap.

He internally squeals in delight as the baby babbles while waving an uncoordinated little hand in the general direction of the kitchen, looking up at him sometimes to make sure he's still listening.

He's dead. Sun's going to be dead. No way to avoid it sadly

.*.*.*.

Moon's a bit... freaked out right now.

His prick of a nephew is an adorable little bugger like this, he'll give him that, but he's all to aware of his own jagged edges and sharp tongue that'd usually entertain Eclipse, but now would just make him cry.

It especially doesn't help that the child has decided Moon's an excellent person to help with taking a nap. He blames his idiotic past self for it. He should have never taken pity on the fucker while he was being crushed during family vacation.

He sighs, searching up bedtime stories on the family phone real quick so he can get rid of the brat. And just because he can, he flicks the happily spinning rounded rays, snorting at the offended noise.

"Alright kid, one story then you f- leave me be, got it?"

The baby just smiles brightly at him, and Moon sighs. This is going to be miserable

[drdtships]

Charwhit Charwhit Charwhit Charwhit Charwhit Charwhit Charwhit Charwhit ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

[HCS and short drabble]

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Sometimes they watch anime together.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ They once spent the entire night - dusk till dawn - binging music videos.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Scenario HCS:

I like to think that Whit had a harder time with the crush stage than Charles did. Like:

Charles

I hate this guy... Oh, no. I like this guy.

Whit

Oh, he's cute and interesting! Closed off, tsundere-ish, smart. We're gonna be great friends... Crap, I want to be more than friends. But what if I ruin our friendship?! I don't want him to feel awkward or go back to being alone! ARRGGHH.

Meanwhile Charles is like, when is this idiot going to confess?

Charles got fed up and confessed first.

During this anxiety time for Whit, Eden became his closest friend.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ "You're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot <3"

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Teruko and Rose are Charles's best friends.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Charles hates being called Charlie because it's what Elliot called him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Whit is a chronic overthinker. Sometimes Charles constantly has to tell him to 'snap out of it' and bap him.

--Mod Fishy!!

[anonymousbeefriendfanfics]

Hiii hello there lovely human! Saw your spring prompts and i need to make 2 requests. Tighnari/Reader with a few prompts, basically a day in nature (let's imagine Teyvat has seasons like winter and spring bc we've never actually seen them lol). Prompts: 3, 10 and 18 + 24 after night falls. 1/2

Thank you thank you thank you, this was so much fun to write! I love Tighnari so much, he's everything to me <3 Now I want to write more about Tighnari and the seasons, hehe~

This is actually my first ever drabble, too!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character/Pairing: Tighnari x Reader

Warnings: Very fluffy, just like his tail!

Prompts: Spring Prompts; Nature Walk, Kisses, Animals, and Chilly!

"Nari, look!" you hiss, one hand catching his wrist while the other stretches out, pointing. His ears perk up as he follows your gesture, his gaze softening when he spots what's caught your attention. An avidya leopard is stretched out on a rock, warming herself in the sunlight, while two half-grown kittens play nearby. As you stand silently and listen, quiet little mews and growls reach your ears as they tussle together. One kitten baps the other on the head with a paw too big for its little legs, and the other kitten hisses indignantly, trying - and failing - to bite the retreating paw.

"They remind me of Kaveh and Alhaitham," Tighnari murmurs, and you stifle a laugh, nodding in agreement. The slightly smaller second kitten launches at its sibling, who easily sidesteps the attack, looking rather pleased with itself for dodging.

You watch on together as the kittens play until they tire themselves out and flop down near their mama for a nap. She affectionately licks the nearest kitten on top of the head, and you're surprised when Tighnari copies her, leaning over and kissing your cheek. He gives you a soft smile when you look at him, a playful look in his eyes. "What? Would you prefer that I licked you?" You give his shoulder a small shove, and he stifles a laugh, both of you careful not to disturb the little family.

"C'mon," he says at last, his gloved hand finding yours. "We should keep moving. It'll be dark soon, and we've gotta get home."

You don't make it home before the sun sets as you'd planned when you set out on the nature walk this afternoon, a fact that is made very clear as the warmth from the sinking sun retreats. It's quickly becoming chilly, and you shiver slightly, wishing you'd brought a jacket.

"Are you cold?" Tighnari asks, attentive as always. You nod, knowing better than to try and hide anything from him - he knows you too well.

"Come here, I'll warm you up," he says, dropping your hand and opening your arms. You gratefully step into his embrace, sighing happily as his arms close around your back, his fluffy tail curling around your legs. He's delightfully warm, and he smells incredible as you nuzzle into his neck. He always smells good, a combination of his natural scent and the various plant-based products he uses. It has a naturally calming effect on you.

Once you're warmer, you pull back slightly, ready to continue on, but Tighnari doesn't let you go yet. One hand cups your cheek as he leans closer, his nose brushing against yours. "Thank you for taking this walk with me. You mean so much to me," he says quietly, and your heart skips a beat; that's practically a love confession. Before you can respond, his soft lips press against yours, capturing your mouth in a gentle, yet passionate kiss, showing you just how much he truly cares for you.

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[itzchrissydoesstuff]

🍞It’s the First of Da Month👑

(A Silly Trinity drabble)

Synopsis: The next morning after one of the trio’s sleepovers, Buhdeuce delivers a random awakening to SwaySway and Michael

Content warning(s): none! (Just Buhdeuce being a little rascal tho) :3

A/N: lol didn’t expect THIS from me, huh? Happy first day of March, guys!! :3

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*Neverland Ranch*

It was a fresh early morning over at Neverland Ranch. While the sun hadn’t fully risen yet, it did just enough for daylight to come. Over at the main house of Neverland, the sillies were sound asleep in the living room after one of their epic, silly sleepovers. Every sleepover was crazier after the next, but regardless, they all loved it.

Buhdeuce was the first of the three to rise and shine. He was cuddled with SwaySway in one of the sofas. Buhdeuce slowly opened his eyes and let out a small yawn before reaching for his phone, which had happened to be next to the sofa he and SwaySway were sleeping in.

“Hmm… what day is it…?” Buhdeuce whispered in a groggy voice. As soon as he brought his phone to his face, the screen lit up. He softly smiled and chuckled as he was greeted with his lock screen showing a picture of him and SwaySway in a cute selfie. But then, his eyes lit up as soon as he saw the date at the top of the screen.

“Saturday, March 1”

Buhdeuce couldn’t wipe the wide smile on his face. It was the first of the month! He’s made it a little tradition of his to blast that one part of “Sky” by Playboy Carti every first day of the month. SwaySway had no idea what gave Buhdeuce the idea of doing this, but he always loves to see Buhdeuce happy doing his thing. Poor Michael, though. He has no idea what the little duck has up his sleeve. It took a few minutes, but Buhdeuce managed to make his way out of SwaySway’s arms, replacing himself with a pillow so his taller bap wouldn’t suspect a thing. He quietly tip toed to his backpack, which had already seemed open, reached for his little Bluetooth speaker, and connected it to his phone in an instant. He had definitely planned for this.

Buhdeuce was trying his very best to hold in his laughter. Suddenly, he heard Michael slightly turn in the other sofa. Luckily, it wasn’t enough for him to wake up, giving Buhdeuce the all clear to keep going with his little prank. Buhdeuce opened the music app, searched up the song, and skipped to the best part.

With the song still paused, Buhdeuce tossed the Bluetooth speaker in the middle of the living room, immediately unpaused the song. The music blared at full volume, startling SwaySway and Michael out of their sleep. Poor SwaySway had the misfortune of falling face flat off the couch.

“WAKE UP!! IT’S THE FIRST OF THE MONTH!!” Buhdeuce shouted along with the song, jumping up and down. Sway and Michael couldn’t believe what had just suddenly happened. Finally, SwaySway spoke up, his voice still groggy.

“Deucer, not again…!”SwaySway was always surprised by this joke of Buhdeuce’s, even after the many times he’s had to endure it.

“Buhdeuce, what the heck is going on…??” Michael looked like he had seen a ghost. Eyes wide and he was shaking a bit. There was no doubt he was more shook than SwaySway.

The small duck paused the song and burst into a fit of laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHA!! You two should see your faces!!” Buhdeuce was enjoying the funny moment, cracking up like there’s no tomorrow. “This NEVER gets old!”

SwaySway sighed, “There will never be a month where you don’t do that, huh, B?” He then looked over to Michael. “Sorry about that, Mike. Buhdeuce does this EVERY first of the month.”

“Phew…! It’s okay. It was actually kinda funny” Michael chuckled. “And for me, who has a hard time waking up, it was a random, yet interesting way to wake up.”

“Happy to do that for ya, MJ!” Buhdeuce grinned and snickered.

“So… now that we’re all up from that random awakening, how about some breakfast?” SwaySway chimed in.

“Good idea. I can whip us up some pancakes. Sound good?” Michael stood up from the sofa.

“YEAHH BOYY!! Can we help make them?” Buhdeuce asked, SwaySway taking his smaller bap into his arms.

“Of course! C’mon.” Michael made his way to the kitchen, the ducks followed. Now, that’s how to start the first of the month.

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Written by ChrissyDoesStuff

‼️DO NOT STEAL‼️

Can ya believe I wrote this in just 3 hours? Anyways, happy first day of March, guys! :3

[sugarysakurakitty]

Rhehjsnaa baps u gently hihiiii words r hard your art is soossososo pretty nd awesome nd amazing nd i love it sm also do you think i should bother to try nd finish the stupidly soft gay huspands snippet thing ? Also hugging u nd also also hi <333 oh also apparently theres a huge storm warnjng here so if power goes out might start being Wonkey TM nd such or disspear for awhile if happens- whouldnt be to long tho <3

Yayayay thank you !! Words are also hard fir me cuddling you and yes you should continue the snippet I was actually considering jumping in my drabble to the other end of the spectrum.... also dw if it does we actually had a storm like that just yesterday i understnwd

[daisyofwaterdeep]

"OUUUUUUU MY HEART, THIS IS SO SWEET AND PERFECT...." Aw! Thank you!

"I actually read this last night before bed and ended up just grinning up at my ceiling thinking about it till I went to sleep" Happy to hear it had the desired effect of bringing joy. 🤗 Also, wow! You just gave me a huge compliment. Again, thank you!

"#I ADORE THIS" Well, I hope you know that I have been adoring seeing your responses and that you would/do have my blessing to use any/all of the Tara stuff I bapped your way for your fanfics/drabbles/etc. (I mean, you always were free to use them, but I just wanted to make sure that fact was clear—especially with how easily tone/intent can get lost)

THANK YOU FOR THE ABSOLUTE FEAST!!! I definitely would love to write something more solid with wingman Tara when I have the time, so I appreciate you ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

[myers-meadow]

"If you were to forget about other people's likes and dislikes, what has been on your mind the most of all? What has been plagueing your dreams, and your every waking hour? I'm curious :))"

I've been really stressed and feeling under pressure for the past several weeks, so it's honestly best for all parties involved that I don't drag that into your inbox (I'll be fine, it's just that perfectionistic tendencies don't tend to mix well with heavy work loads; it's unpleasant but it's a good learning experience for me about just doing what I can/good enough). Looking forward to it being over with in a few weeks.

Other than that, I guess I recently realized how many different aliases I have in this fandom (I haven't connected any of them to each other and I plan to keep it that way, I'm still a socially anxious mess after all 🫠). Bapping prompts and ideas over to various people and seeing what they do with it is just interesting to me. Maybe it's egotistical of me, but I enjoy seeing what people think of my ideas and then how they make it their own if it happens to strike their fancy.

Anywho, that's enough rambling from me (aka I feel like I have been talking too much and am chickening out until my spine comes back 😅). I look forward to seeing what you write next, be it a drabble, headcanons, answering one of my asks, answering someone else's ask, or something else entirely. We're all here to enjoy a shared interest after all.

you sent this a week ago - so if a more chill situation was a few weeks away, it now is yet another week closer to being chill ✨. Regardless I'm sorry it's been a stressful time for you, and i hope it eases soon. Learning how to manage perfectionism sounds like a harsh lesson, but one that will serve you for a lifetime to come.

You have a lot of aliases? Oh boy, that sounds stressful. But perhaps that's just me, I hope for you it creates a space where you can feel safe to express yourself in.

Then I will make sure to cheer you up with answers when I can. Sometimes i see someone else do the same prompt, and it really is very interesting to see the direction they take it in!

xoxo stay safe out there

[cloudbattrolls]

Dead Silent

This drabble is preceded by Digging Deeper and directly followed by Abrasion.

Death can come in such strange ways. I am not one to dwell on it, but I will admit; the method here surprised even me.

--

Naturally, Ullane asks Yarrex to help investigate these leads. He checks on the graffiti, which seems to be nothing out of the ordinary - the word ‘Q-Bag’ is included, to Ullane’s dryly amused snort. She can guess where that one came from. 

He finds out that the last person to use the unlocked door was one Giorni Valtop - one of the medical staff - on his smoke break, but that the clinic’s camera footage shows no signs of a trespasser coming through it. 

Ullane muses that perhaps they could figure out if someone using cloaking tech or the like came through it, to which Yarrex responds he’s not psychic, though that would be pretty cool. He remarks that they’re not sure who threw the phone away, but he could have chrono-reactive lenses installed last night to zoom in on the trash can and find out (Ulalne rolls her eyes at that).

He hands the phone to her, having already gone dumpster diving for it in preparation, and remarks that it’s an old-style one, the kind you flip open, imagine. Also, the memory and battery cards have been removed.

Ullane mentions that such a person could still be tracked by visible breath or movement in the air, or yes, with a psychic; it’s too bad Zanzul is away now. Yarrex responds that he’s aware, but their cameras’ resolution isn’t top of the line and they’re in static positions. 

She also comments that the phone’s state isn’t strange at all; clearly it was used to communicate something the caller didn’t want any record of, and it means Halvir may not be the murderer at all, it could be someone else entirely. 

Yarrex points out that it would’ve made more sense to throw the phone away outside the clinic, and Ullane agrees. If they didn’t do that, perhaps they couldn’t, they had to get rid of it immediately for some reason…

…or, she says, struck by a sudden thought, it wasn’t a burner phone at all. It was used in some other incriminating way.

Yarrex shrugs and says he hasn’t the foggiest what it was used for if not making villainous calls.

Ullane rolls her eyes and says that their…opposition…is not ‘villainous’. At least, no more than she used to be. She isn’t an expert on technology, but she could ask Xrumon.

The brownblood warns her that if she stays too vague she’s liable to put on a tinfoil hat. He has some made, just in case. 

She retorts that she looks stupid when she wears any hat, and that she’s intentionally being careful.

Her head of security thoughtfully remarks that the walls have sponge clots…and they ooze green slime, but only on Tuesdays.

Ullane pushes him a little. Stop it with the Spongebob, she says, she hears it enough from Thrixe.

Yarrex collapses in agony, wailing for workman’s comp.

She prods him with a toe. Save it for the theater, Fissaa. Get up.

He takes out a copy of the movie “Up” from his sylladex and hands it to her. She baps him in the face with it and then puts it away in her own, silently wondering how he keeps pulling out oddly fitting objects to match what she says.

Once Ullane goes to Xrumon, he looks at the phone and says it’s a phone. Has she considered giving him a battery to turn it back on with or should he power it with one made out of spite?

Ullane placidly replies that it seems like something he could do, but she leaves and returns with a slightly odd looking battery for him to use.

Xrumon boots up the phone and notes that someone wiped the internal memory on top of tossing the external card, asking her what she thinks it was used for. 

Ullane tells him that she thinks it was used to hack the nanotech, which she knows sounds ridiculous, but she isn’t ruling anything out.

He replies that that’s easy to prove; just bring him a nanobot and a piece of bread.

Ullane frowns, finding it hard to believe it’s that simple, then retrieves the needed things quickly. She explains that usually, Friday simply controls the nanotech with her psi, since they’re technically part of her; made from her own cells’ extremely effective DNA repair that she has so her body can cope with her radioactivity manipulation ability.

But when other clinic staff use them, of course they have manual commands via a remote, or a pre-made code, like a normal robot. It’s dangerous to alter their instructions too much once they’re inside a body, though, she adds.

She hadn’t even thought they could be hacked, she muses. Or maybe the batch itself was interfered with during creation, but that seems less likely.

Xrumon, asks if there’s a specific radio frequency the nanites listen to, and Ullane confirms there is; that’s Friday’s power, after all. Electromagnetic manipulation.

The tealblood goes into the phone’s ringtone and connects it to his laptop, nothing that funnily enough their past work on Reality’s Song is helpful here. 

At first, his work produces only a tuneless noise that becomes inaudible when he puts it on the correct frequency. Then he holds it up to the piece of bread and presses play.

There is no sound.

Yet as both trolls watch, the piece of bread tears itself to pieces, spurred on by the noiseless song.

--

Such trouble gone to, simply to kill one man. Trolls die of less and for less all the time.

But one death, well placed and timed, can change everything.

[spacequokka]

Page 99

Pairing: mob boss!Yongguk x mercenary!Reader Genre: Crime AU Rating: PG-13 Summary: Your target has an offer you can't refuse. Word Count: 0.3k Warnings: talks of murder, guns present in scene

To be honest, you found the whole situation funny. Your target had you captured and brought to him, eliminating the need to search for him. As if having you there on his terms could delay the outcome.

The door opened. Speak of the devil… Yongguk stepped into the room flanked by his men, each of whom had their weapons drawn with a finger on the trigger. Yongguk kept his eyes on you as he sat in a chair across from you. “I hope my men weren’t too rough.”

You grinned. “I didn’t mind. I like a little pain.”

Yongguk chuckled. “Do you now? I’ll keep that in mind. So, let’s get down to business. I need to know who hired you.”

You pressed your lips together and shook your head. “I’m sorry. I have a strict confidentiality policy for my customers. These lips are sealed.”

He huffed. “Whoever hired you knew I’d be there. That indicates someone I trust has betrayed me. I don’t tolerate traitors.”

“Sorry.” You shrugged. “Not my problem.”

He studied you for a few minutes, his intense gaze unwavering as the wheels in his mind turned. “…How much are they paying?”

Of all the things you expected to come out of that pretty mouth, that wasn’t it. “I…one million.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit smug. “An easy job now.”

He nodded and sat back in his chair. “I’ll pay you two to be my bodyguard.”

Your eyebrows rose. “Two million?”

“Yes. Until I figure out who sold me out. I’ll even give you half up front.”

Admittedly, you felt guilty for considering it. It was bad for business as customers would have trust issues. But for two million dollars? Money talks and you listen. “Deal.”

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 9 - Lie

(Still behind, v much sooo. But I'm writing and that counts for something!)

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Chetney & Fresh Cut Grass

Rare was a day when any of the Hells seriously fought with one another. Despite the powder kegs they all arguably were, inter party conflict was something they tended to avoid. So to have his otherwise calm evening broken by the sounds of barked out shouts and doors slamming… well, Chetney couldn't help his curiosity.

Not that he’d needed to go far, apparently. Just three steps in, Fresh Cut Grass came whirling around the corner, knocking right into the elderly gnome and sending them both crashing to the ground.

“Fuck!” Chetney cried out, scowling as head collided violently with the floor. “What where you’re goin-”

Oh. Well snap, shit was seriously fucked, wasn't it? Fresh Cut Grass wasn't even moving, not a word of frantic apology or anything. The gilded bot just lay there, almost concerningly so. With a hissed grunt Chetney pulled himself up, shuffling over to his friend’s side and offering their face plate a half hearted poke.

“You alive there, Letters?”

No response.

Weird. It wasn't like them to leave others in the lurch, to leave a chance for concern or worry. Not that Chetney was either of those! Not yet, at least. Nah, not while those peepers of theirs were still shining a bright, sunny blue.

So, with a slight shrug, he stepped to the side, sliding down the nearest wall and letting himself come to rest beside Fresh Cut Grass’ unresponsive form. Calloused old fingers dipped into his work belt, pulling free his favorite chisel and a nice bit of cherry oak.

“Heard some shoutin’ and shit earlier,” Chetney absentmindedly commented, after a minute's silence. “Are you and Ashton beefing? ‘Cause that was one heck of a door slam! I could feel the timber creaking, weeping for my tender embrace!”

Finally, movement! Fresh Cut Grass seemed to… pull into themself, head rolling to the side, his already unreadable face disappearing out of sight.

“Takin’ that shit as a yes,” he continued, pausing mid carve to playfully bap the morose aeormaton with the butt of his knife. “Sulking won't make him less pissy at you, Letters. You get up off your ass! Do something! You can't just lie there, sulking like a piece of rotting birch! Your chassis might be made of disgusting metal, but inside you've got the heart of a mighty oak! So get up and fuckin’ fix shit!”

There was a beat of silence, a moment of nothing where Chetney almost felt that his speech had failed. His wonderfully impassioned speech, if you were to ask him.

And then, at least, a reply.

“I… I can’t get up.”

Oh.

Laughter, rough and wheezing, as Chetney grabbed Fresh Cut Grass by the arm and yanked him back up onto his wheel, bringing tears of mirthful joy to his wrinkle lined eyes.

“Did you seriously waste all that time lying there ‘cause you couldn't get up?!”

“Hey! Don't laugh at me, Chet!”

Chetney only laughed harder, before slapping his metallic bud upside the head. He grinned as Fresh Cut Grass yelped, rubbing the back of his head with an indignant little huff.

“What was that for!”

“For wasting time that could have been spent fixin’ shit. Why aren't you chasin’ his hot headed ass down and smoothing shit over?”

“I…” Fresh Cut Grass faltered, hands wringing nervously before him. “Ashton- We had a real big fight. I don't- What if he doesn't wanna see me, Chet?”

At that, Chetney could only scoff.

“Bitch has a soft spot for you bigger than the mother fuckin’ moon! You’re seriously worried he's done with ya?”

“... Maybe? … Do you really think he’s-”

“GO."

There was a growl to his voice, deep and wolven, that had Fresh Cut Grass jolting and instinctively nodding.

“I- Alright! I’ll give it a try! Thanks, Chetney!”

With that, they were rolling away, leaving just Chetney alone once more to watch him retreating. There was a smile upon his lips, rare in its softness and warmth as he let his gaze drop back down to his carving, the angular form of Fresh Cut Grass ever so slowly coming to life in the groves and nics of the wood.

“Aaah, to be young at heart again…”

[lunearta]

Quiero escribir de grupos y artistas que están "olvidados". Por tanto, si queréis recibir fanfics/oneshots/drabbles sobre ellos también, hacédmelo saber. Compartid también esta publicación para encontrar MUTUALS a los que les guste estos grupos masculinos:

VIXX

U-KISS

SUPER JUNIOR

NU'EST

SHINee

EXO

Y menciones especiales a: 100%, A-JAX, BAP, BEAST/HIGHLIGHT, Big Bang, Block B, Boyfriend, Boys Republic, MBLAQ, FT. ISLAND, Cross Gene, 2AM, 2PM, CN Blue, C-Clown, INFINITE, M4M.

~ A ver cuánta gente se acuerda de ellos. ~

[theallianceofcelestials]

Works ok, so far at least XP

How about a drabble about baby SEA's Eclipse and baby Blood Moon getting into some shenanigans?

- 🎭

That's good to hear :)

And just a lil short one cuz drabbles do be requiring energy :P

Eclipse stands on his tippy toes, almost ready to set his plan in motion. He just needs to push this block a bit more in, aaaaand it should be ready now!

He can't help himself, and giggles, already imagening the look on Bloodmoon's face. This will teach them not to mess with him!

He rushes to the other side of the room, grabbing the soft stuffie kitty like nothing happened, but he can't quite make himself face the other way.

He wants to see everything!

Bloodmoon crawls out from the bathroom, almost immediately zeroing in on the red string-thing hanging from the drawer. And like he planned it, they can't ignore it!

They sneak up on it with wide eyes, shaking in excitement as they 'hunt' or whatever. And just before they pounce, he's already shaky with laughter.

They bap at the string, pulling it and even chewing it, which is gross, slowly making it slide lower and lower. The more that's down, the more determined they seem to pull the rest off too. Good!

They never see the block coming!

One moment they're playing, and the next they squawk as it hits them on the head, pressing them to the floor.

They blink in surprise, but predictably they don't cry. Instead they begin grumbling and whining, just like he knew they would.

Eclipse can't keep it in anymore, he bursts out laughing, clutching his sides. When the twins turn to him, looking betrayed, he only laughs harder.

"No jumping more me! I fight back!"

They hiss at him, and he hisses back. They're just about to playfully jump when their game is interrupted by large hands snatching them all.

"Eclipse, that wasn't very nice. Bloomoon, stop jumping Eclipse, he said multiple times he doesn't like it"

He screams in rage, trying to squirm his way out. Sadly, the big hand holding him is escape proof!

"It's also naptime for you both"

NOOOOOOO!

[merelyafigment]

WHY IS CHICO PONDERING NOW?

Stop it. [bap] Stop. [bap] Miguel ponders, YOU STOP. [bapbapbap]

This was supposed to be a drabble-ish thing. 😓

My evil brain: I want to write a Miguel/Chico (Oz) drabble. Go look for prompts.

Me: Bitch. You never answered the last prompts people actually sent you, and WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO START NEW THINGS?!

MEB: I dunno. ...I just yearn.