#cherry snippets

[dahlia-tourism-board]

Wrote this fluff out of spite, since the fandom likes to keep reminding me that Gavin will outlive the DAMN crew:

Gavin and Freelancer always knew kids were off the table. No big decision, it just wasn't for them.

But when Huxley and Damien finally get through the adoption process and introduce a shy but sweet little girl to 'Uncle Gavin'...well, Gavin feels that tug at his heart much more than he expected.

When Lasko and Dear bring home baby twins, Uncle Gavin feels that heart-tug again as they learn to walk, and start walking towards him.

His found family is expanding, growing, and he's so honored to be a part of it. He and Freelancer gush and coo over their niblings, and love them more than anything.

The Crew all stay in Dahlia. It's their home, it's their family. As they age, Gavin and the kids all help out in caring for them. One by one, Gavin says goodbye to his original found family. Eventually, he says goodbye to the love of his life.

But he's never alone. Uncle Gavin is always surrounded by his friends' children. And they live on through them.

Huxley and Damien's daughter has drive, ambition, and the kindest heart. Lasko and Dear's twins have soft voices, generous souls, and a surprisingly subtle mischievous streak.

Eventually, these kids all find partners, friends, and families of their own. And every time, he is introduced as 'Uncle Gavin'.

He's a fixture in all their lives throughout the generations. As people come into the fold, they explain to newcomers that Uncle Gavin always has been and always will be there.

And more often than not, he'll catch glimpses of his first family. Someone will have Damien's laugh or Freelancer's wit, Huxley's empathy or Lasko's intuition, or Dear's sense of humor.

He misses his first found family, his partner, and will for as long as he exists. But surrounded by the legacy of the love they all shared, Uncle Gavin knows that they will always be with him.

[cubedmango]

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

[peppermint-whiskers]

Heyyy!

So @emositecc made me realize that we could totally share the first drafts/snippets I wrote when we were still planning the Mind Wipe AU. Here's the first version of The Reveal(tm) as a treat ;3 Plus art by emo!!

(this is like the third snippet in the snippets doc ahdjebd)

“Why, can't you tell?” Alastor laughed. He looped an arm around Pen’s arm, which earned a flinch from the man. “Don't tell me you don't recognize him.” Charlie looked from Alastor to Pen. Confusion warred in her head—what was he getting at? “Alastor, this is our friend. What—” “And I suppose friends lie to each other.” He shook his head sadly. Pen started shaking, his eyes wide and full of terror. “I'm so sorry you had to find out this way, dear Charlie, but your friend ‘Pen’ is none other but Sir Pentious in disguise.” No. No, that couldn't be right. Sir Pentious was dead, and Pen was— But the look on his face. Utter devastation—had he lied to her? She thought she could trust him. Why would . . . ? “Liar!” Vaggie snarled. “You've got a motive for this, Alastor, I just know it!” “Ask him yourself!” Alastor exclaimed. “I'm sure he'll tell you all about it, won't you, my friend?” All eyes turned to Pen. He flinched under their scrutiny and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Vaggie’s shoulders drooped. Charlie's own heart sank at the impending realization that one of her best friends was lying to her this entire time. “Pents is dead,” Angel snarled. “Cut the shit, Al!” He took an angry step forward, but Husk quickly held him back. If he was offended by any of this, Alastor didn't show it. “Do you remember his first reason for coming to the hotel, Charlie? He was sent to spy on us, wasn't he?” “N-no!” Pen screamed. “It's not—” “And he's doing the same thing now.” “I swear I'm not!” “He is the link Heaven needs to sink your precious hotel to the ground.” Static buzzed around Alastor, and he held Pen’s arm tighter than before. “If he can continue to get away with it, just think what the seraphim might do.” Charlie locked her teary eyes with Pen’s. “Tell me it's not true,” she gasped. “Pen—no, I don't—” “Don't believe him, please don't believe him,” Pen begged. “It's not—I’m not—” A bomb suddenly exploded in front of Alastor, one that exploded in red and white streamers. Cherri stepped forward, an angry gleam in her eye. “Step the fuck back!”  His grin widening, Alastor complied. “Certainly, but I would think I was doing a service to you.” She ignored him. Instead, she turned to Pen, who was clutching his neck with one hand and pulling at his collar with the other. “Pen,” she said, her tone lowering in an attempt to calm her boyfriend. “What the hell is going on?” “I'm—” Pen shook his head desperately. “Cherri, I can't—” He couldn't do it. Something blocked his throat—held his tongue so that he couldn't speak in his defense. And while his ears rang and his skin ran cold, Alastor continued spilling horrible lies.  He was always going to betray you, he said with a smirk. He won't even speak in his own defense because he knows it's all true, he said with the fakest sympathetic smile. Heaven sent him to spy on us, to stomp us out, he growled with a grin that was all teeth. And—and Pentious couldn't speak. He couldn't speak, and he watched with horror as the faces of his friends, of his loved ones, morphed from confusion to anger and betrayal. He couldn't breathe—he couldn't breathe— Charlie's eyes filled with tears. Cherri’s face twisted into something confused and hurt. He couldn't stay anymore— Opening a portal in a panic, Pentious ran away from the hotel, from his friends and girlfriend, from the horrible lies spilling from that horrible smile. He ran away and immediately ran into Sera. Oh, this is worse . . . He couldn't bear to look up at her, but Pentious managed to force his eyes up to meet hers. She looked angry—furious. “What. Happened?”

[chock-and-bates]

Listen would Max finger Charles in public in the medieval au or does he still have s shred of shame?

another anon recently inspired me to write little 4k word fic that answer this very question 🥰

cherry wine: During a council meeting, King Max Verstappen of Red Bull takes issue with the way Lord Sainz is looking at Queen Charles. He decides the Lord needs a reminder on who the queen belong to.

And after Max reveals a secret during the confrontation… Charles is rather happy to help.

it will be out in the next few days, you can consider it a preview or deleted scene for the main story!

semi- spicy snippet under the cut in honor of this ask 🌶️

“Who could blame me, really,” Max pondered aloud, as he slowly slid Charles’ undergarments down his legs, “He’s got the prettiest cunt, Sainz. I needed to taste it as soon as I had a look.”

Mortifyingly, Max tosses the undergarments into the middle of the table, right where Carlos is sure to see them.

“You’ll never see him yourself, of course,” Max continues almost casually, his hand slipping right back underneath Charles’ skirt. “But maybe I can give you an idea on what you’re missing...”

His free arm tightens where he’s got Charles cradled up against him, as if preparing for his wife to make a move to escape.

But he needn't have worried.

There is a morbid, hateful curiosity growing inside of Charles that wants to see how far Max is willing to take this, what his plans are for the new Duke of Ferrari.

And if there’s one thing Charles can trust… it’s for Max to deluge him with wicked pleasure, no matter how much Charles loathes him for it.

[perolesims]

Future Story Snippet

Thank you so much for tagging me @simscognito, @bloomingkyras & @bakersimmer ❤️🥹

Who’s Cherry’s secret companion? 👀

I have no idea who to tag... AAAAAA

But I’m gonna tag some people anyway: @mariapaulaaah @mdshh @simplywhytney @purplesimmer455 & you!

Feel free to ignore me! ❤️

[printzeizarra]

Cherry calls her observational skills "an artist's intuition," but when it comes to chemistry, it doesn't take a genius to blind her with science. Stan suspects she's leading him on...

[leashybebes]

hi! 😊

For "making me write" 🌸 (I'm so intrigued!) or/and 🌈 if you want to :)

hi hi! here's some 🌸 from the same scene as this part

"Is it not written, 'oo you're so sharp you'll cut yourself one of these days'."

Buck blinks. "Written where?"

Sweeper blinks back at him. "You know, very few people ask that. None of us are just one man, Evan Buckley. Every single one of us is tied to thousands of other people. You turn a corner too fast and a dozen strings snap, and the role you play or might have played in those lives comes to an end."

[chickycherrycola]

snippet sunday~ 🌧

Thanks @worldismyne for the tag today! 🙏🏻 gonna share something a bit different and a bit personal today - it's Mother's Day in the US and I have a rather tumultuous relationship with the holiday. It's always a difficult one for me for reasons too complex to summarize in one silly little tumblr post. So for this week, I'll share a preview of one of my angstier SoMa Week pieces that centers around Maka's abandonment issues:

The rain reminds her of the day her Mama left.

Storms of this caliber are uncommon in Death City, even at this time of year - late winter, when the desert climate is at it's mildest and wettest and the sun hangs sleepy and sluggish in the sky. It was a wet, winter day, the day her Mama left, the day Maka watched her go, the set of her shoulders as decisive as the door as it clicked shut behind her. She didn't look back even once, and the last memory Maka has of her mother is the view of the back of her head - tawny blonde hair and twin ponytails hanging low and loose down her back.

That, and the sound of the rain on the rooftop.

She sits in her dimly-lit living room, utterly alone on the couch as she listens to the fat, heavy raindrops drumming against the windows, and instantly, she's transported back to that day. Instantly, she's eleven years old again and wondering why she wasn't good enough.

If she'll ever be good enough.

I'll tag @mellancholy-morose @vautour-coccinelle-serpent @blackbloodteeth and @silluuuu today! And anyone else who sees this and wants to play :3

[fabbyf1]

Well besties, the results are in.

69% of you (*laughs in fratboy*) voted yes for the GP fic. i swear we were all joking at one point, but hey, look at us. we keep pushing. so naturally, instead of doing the hundred other real-life-productive things I need to do right now... The GP Fic™ has come to life.

(NSFW if you squint) snippet under the cut!

WE ARE SO BACK. Coming to AO3 soon.

“Baby...” Max warned, his hand still unmoving on Charles’ cock. 

“He would be good at telling you what to do. He always tells you what to do,” Charles said at top speed, his words slurring together toward the end. “He would-- he would stay calm and give you advice, and you-- you like listening to him.” 

“I like listening to him in my car,�� Max countered, grinning at him. 

“No!” Charles groaned, wrapping his hand around Max’s fingers on his cock and encouraging him to move again. Max indulged him, leaning forward to lick a long, fat stripe up the side of his cock. It made a wonderful noise come out of Charles’ lungs, and he dropped his hand on Max’s forearm instead. “It would be hot.”

“Baby,” Max said, chuckling again as he pulled off. “You’re being very silly.” 

“No, I’m not!” Charles whined, fucking his cock into Max’s fist again. “It would be hot.” 

“Let me get this straight,” Max teased, sitting back on his haunches and letting go of Charles’ cock altogether. Charles didn’t seem very happy about it, based on how he glared down at Max. It only made him chuckle again. “You want GP to sit in a chair and... what? Watch me fuck you?” 

“Yes,” Charles replied grumpily. 

“And you want him to talk me through it like I’m on a hot lap?” 

“Yes!” Charles said, a little less grumpy and more relieved. 

“You want Gianpiero Lambiase to tell me how to fuck you,” Max clarified. 

“Oui. Exactly.” 

“You realize he’s straight, right?” Max said, laughing and looking at Charles like he was ridiculous. Charles glared at him, kicking his foot out to jab his toes into Max’s thigh. “And like... married. They have children together. The man could not be more straight, baby.”  Charles rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen the way he hugs you. He’s not totally straight.”

[cherry-leclerc]

cherry’s journal entry #20:

GUYS I’M FINALLY DONE WITH WRITING LUST HALLELUJAH THANK YOU GODDDD 😛🤟🤠🫶😭🥱💯🔥🔥

roughly 16k+ words and a lot of unreliable narrators which I LIVE FOR 🤝🤝🤝

should be starting pride soon 😈😈

hope ur excited.

[dahlia-tourism-board]

Vampire makers feel their progeny's emotions. Not all of them, not all the time. But when it's heightened, when it's strong enough, those feelings bleed through.

Alexis knew that all too well. She had felt when Sam fell apart after the Inversion. She had felt when he'd fallen in love, when he was having childish fun with the Shaw Pack, when he was at peace in his mate's arms.

But now they were dead, and Alexis was drowning in his grief.

They had lived a full life, a happy life. Sam had been by their side until the very end. Loyal and patient and so deeply in love.

Alexis still raged and wondered why he couldn't have felt that for her, when she was right there, would always be right there.

But a small, tender part of her, the part that still felt something akin to love, just wanted to help him. To ease the hurt of a good man.

Sam would never want to see her, though. So all she could do was carry his pain with her from afar, and hope it was enough, even though it wasn't.

Sometime later, though not much, she awoke to find she didn't feel anything from him anymore now. Ashes in the wind.

Even in death, he'd still chosen them. For the first and last time in her undead life, Alexis wept.

[persephoneflouwers]

Sunday Snippet

LIKE CHERRY BLOSSOMS by PERSEPHONEFLOUWERS

Written for the @omegaharryfest , coming soon.

“Look at that. Still in the realm of the living, then” Zayn runs a hand through his hair, and confidently strides towards them. The threatening shield peeks out from behind his shoulders. “The ungifted Prince.”

Louis snorts. Was it supposed to sound like an insult or something?

“Don’t say that, Z.,” Harry whispers. He sounds out of breath and seems unsure. Louis smells he’s getting more nervous by the second.

“Why, H? It’s the truth.”

“Zayn,” Louis interjects. He knows very well he can defend himself. “Did you forget that I don’t give a shit about that, huh? I thought you could come up with something more…creative.”

Louis's eyes flicker over to Harry, his gaze lingering for just a moment. His alpha kicks in his chest, when the smell of Harry's distress reaches the subtle scent of unease wafting through the air. Without saying a word, Louis knows that it should be his turn to step in, to offer comfort and protection.

“None of this creative nonsense, Louis,” Zayn says, “You’ve never been worthy.”

And this might as well be said inside his mind, because he feels the world grow suffocatingly quiet, as if the air itself has been sucked away. Shadows creep along the walls, devouring any trace of light.

Aracne.

TAGS: Ex married to lovers, Royalty with mentions of superpowers, mythology, mythological creatures as pets/weapons (lmao), Infertility, mpreg, mating cycles, side ziam, side shiall, mentions of war, dual POV, war and fights, plot twist, main character death (or is it??? Not sure how to say this), non traditional ABO dynamics which means omegas are not simply cute pretty little things, but bad ass intimidating warriors and alphas are basically the commoners lucky enough to marry them :)

[momochizoey]

Not sure if I'm supposed to send in separate asks, but here we go!

Burning Cherry Blossom

The Godhood Gambit

Historiography of the Elemental Nations: Sakura the Historian

Michizula Sugarmommy fic

Would love to read whatever you've got for each of these please!

No worries, one ask works! I'll put the snippets for all of them below a read more:

Burning Cherry Blossom:

Sakura had always walked a fine line between two irreconcilable ideals, two oaths. 

She was a medic. She took an oath to heal the injured, to treat the sick, to save those who could be saved and ease the suffering of those who could not. Enemy or ally alike were to be healed to the best of her ability (even if enemies just ended up in the Torture & Interrogation Department afterwards; a living enemy was worth much more than a dead one, particularly to the village with a clan of mindwalkers).

She was also a shinobi. When she graduated at 12, she swore an oath to her Hokage and to her village to be a tool, a weapon in its hands, to kill and to lie and to steal and indeed to die for the Great Tree that was the Village Hidden in the Leaves, to fuel its Will of Fire with her own. It sounded very heroic at the time, but the following years had taught her that there was no honour in being a shinobi. Your closest friend from yesterday could try to stick a fist of lightning through your chest the next day. The ninja invading your village and killing your people one day could be your most sincere allies tomorrow. Honour was for samurai and for the dead, Tsunade always told her. 

The Fire Nation was honourable to its very core. It wasn’t just a virtue here, it was a way of life. 

It wasn’t all sunshine and roses of course. There was war, a longer war than Konoha had even existed (and wasn’t that a mindfuck to think about). But even there, honour was a priority. Civilian casualties were avoided where possible, targeting only those capable of bending or combat. When possible, even enemy combatants were held captive instead of killed. Soldiers kept themselves to standards almost as strict as Konoha medics.

For the first time since Lady Tsunade took her under her wing, she didn’t feel the tension between those two roles pulling at her seams.

She had wondered if everyone in this world was just like that. The possibility was both inspiring and terrifying. Inspiring, because it showed Naruto’s dream might be possible after all. Terrifying, because what if all it would take was the rise of one group that thought differently to bring it all down, the way the shinobi had for the samurai. 

She wasn’t sure if she was disappointed or relieved when her time in Ba Sing Se proved even this gentle world had its dark Roots hiding underground.

“What is this about? Your agents show up in the middle of the night and drag me down here?” She made sure to struggle against her Root-wannabe captors. Seriously, she might have to get them some blank masks at some point. “You will not treat a Kyoshi Warrior this way!” 

“But you’re not a Kyoshi Warrior, are you, Princess Azula of the Fire Nation?”

The Danzo act would have probably put her on guard more if she didn’t know for a fact Long Feng wasn’t even one tenth as strong as that warhawk ever was. 

Still, Azula knew the real danger a man like this posed was never his own prowess. No, the danger lay in his command over his private army, and his ability to make the shadows his home.

She narrowed her eyes. “What do you want?”

What he didn’t realize was that a new monster, a shinobi, was now skulking these shadows, far more dangerous and experienced than he could ever be. 

“I want to make a deal.”

He wasn’t going to last a week.

The Godhood Gambit:

"Your Highness, the enemy troops are sallying forth from their positions!"

Stifling a gasp, Mio turned towards her father, anxiously watching his reaction through her veil. The frown that had hung off his face since the start of the siege was briefly replaced by a sad look she couldn't quite identify, before his expression hardened into the proud warrior he had been before her birth.

"It is time. Men, you have your orders. Protect the city with your lives. Today we show these Pirates why water doesn't last in the desert".

A resounding roar answered his proclamation, and then the court was filled by clanking weapons, chafing leather, and barking orders.

Her father's voice rang out over the noise. "Takeo. Stay behind."

Cursing under her breath, she hurried towards her father's side, hoping she could reach him before -

"Your majesty," she heard the glib voice of her betrothed say and groaned. "What task do you have for me? Shall I take out the enemy admiral? Burn down their flagship? Flank their forces?"

Her father shook his head. "No, I need you for a much more important task." Takeo puffed out his chest, ready to receive the honour of a lifetime - "I need you to guard Mio in the Sun Shrine."

"But Lord Haruya-"

"But father! -"

"I have made up my mind on this, both of you," her father cut them both off. "My daughter is the chosen of the Sun God, and my only heir. Without her, there is no future for the Land of Fire." Then he turned to her. "Mio, your safety is of the utmost importance, and Takeo is to be your husband, your future king. You need to learn to trust him, and let him cover your weak spots if you are to be Queen. You are a team. Please, act like it."

Mio bit her tongue, forcing herself to nod. 'Maybe if he wasn't such a dick, we'd be a decent team by now, but it's not like I got a say in who my husband would be now did I?'

She glanced at Takeo and flinched. She had never seen such a venomous look on his face before as he bowed low. "Of course, my lord. I will ensure your daughter's safety."

Silence reigned as her father stared him down. "See that you do," he concluded.

Her father held her back for a moment longer.

There was something in his eyes in that moment that made her freeze. He looked terrified, like he was afraid she would disappear any moment.

He held her shoulder, his dark hand moving a strand of her blond hair out of her face. "Please, my Ray of Sunshine. Promise me you will stay in the shrine with Takeo until I tell you it's safe today. No matter what happens, I need to know you will stay out of danger."

She hugged him, not wanting to see that strange sad look anymore. "I promise. I love you, father."

He held her tight for a moment. "And I love you, Mio."

He let go. "Now, go, you two. May the Sun God protect you."

Historiography of the Elemental Nations: Sakura the Historian:

Those who do not know their history are doomed to repeat it. A trite saying, but not without merit. The Uchiha and Senju, Kamizuri and Fushō, Karatachi and Yuki. All clans that joined together under the banner of villages to prevent the bloodshed of their people. A mere 20 years later would see each of their villages perpetrate and suffer more catastrophic losses than ever before

“-and that’s why the clans lived together peacefully within Konoha ever since. Alright, now everybody grab your lunches, and I’ll see you all at the target range for shuriken practice in an hour!”

Sakura dutifully finished her notes as Mizuki-sensei finished up the class, then hesitated. She wanted to hurry outside to have lunch and chat with Ino, but something was bugging her. 

Ino shot her a questioning look when she noticed Sakura lagging behind. 

“You go ahead,” Sakura said. “I still have some questions about the lesson.”

Ino shrugged and skipped ahead, effortlessly inserting herself in the center of the conversation with some other girls from their class. For a moment Sakura felt a stab of envy, wishing she could navigate social situations as seamlessly as her more popular friend, but she buries it, focusing instead on her current goal. 

“Ah, Mizuki-sensei? I had a question about today’s material.”

Mizuki looked up with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t understand something from the lesson? That’s unlike you, Sakura-chan.” 

Sakura blushed, the compliment catching her unaware. 

“Ah, I - Thank you Mizuki-sensei, it’s just - I was curious about what it was like during the Warring Clans period? I mean, you said it took a lot of convincing for the Senju and Uchiha to work together, and for other clans to join. But if it was so bad during that time, there had to have been more people looking for alternatives, right? Or they had to have good reasons not to change? I don’t know what period came before, but maybe it was even worse then? I thought…”

She trailed off, heart sinking. Mizuki was looking at her like she had turned into a toad, completely baffled, though that look was slowly replaced by something she couldn’t identify.

He remained silent for a moment. “Sakura-chan, I’m sorry to say but there wasn’t anything before the Warring Clans period, nothing we know of at least. There’s myths about the Sage who supposedly lived between one and two thousand years ago, but that’s more the domain of Temple Monks, I wouldn’t know anything about that.” 

“Nothing??” Inner shouted, and she couldn’t help but agree. “What does he mean, nothing!? It can’t have just been 800 years of Warring Clans if it was so horrible. There’s got to be more on this!”

Seeing her look of confusion, he seemed to decide something. “Tell you what, I’ll write you a pass for the library giving you access to some history scrolls of genin level, if you can do some research about the history before the founding and write me an essay about it, I’ll grade it for extra credit, does that sound good? You have to promise you’ll keep up with your normal schoolwork however, although I doubt you’ll have any problems with that.” He winked as he said that, and she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks again.

“Th-Thank you Mizuki-Sensei! I won’t let you down!”

She grabbed the permission slip, stuffing it in her pocket, and ran outside to find Ino again.

Michizula Sugarmommy AU:

Standing in front of the door ready to knock, Azula hesitated. She’d often stood in front of this very door years ago, impatiently waiting for Mai to show up. Being here now for a very different reason, she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

She still didn’t know if she could trust Matsuri. Could this be a plot Mai cooked up, a trap she was about to walk into? 

Azula knew Mai still didn’t trust her around Zuko. Despite her complete lack of involvement in politics since the end of the war, she’d heard her image, as it was portrayed in the old propaganda posters, was still considered a rallying point for opponents to Zuko’s rule. If Mai had discovered where Azula’s desires truly lay, there was no doubt in her mind she would publicly expose her to tarnish her image among the Sozinists and to protect Zuko’s position. But why she’d use her old home when Azula would recognize it instantly, she didn’t know.

She steeled herself then. If it was a trap, so be it. If it gained her new enemies, at least it would give her a target for her anger that wasn’t herself. Agni, if it lost her the dubious ‘support’ of those who’d preferred her as the monster she’d been, perhaps she’d be viewed with less suspicion. 

Decision made, she gave a firm knock on the door and waited. And waited. Finally, the door opened to reveal Mai’s mother Michi. 

The last time she had seen Michi had been back in Omashu, but there she had been wearing an outfit that was appropriate for the colder Earth Kingdom climate. This time Azula couldn’t help but notice the way the thinner fabric clung to her form, revealing more of her figure than before without diminishing her elegance a bit. She forced herself to meet Michi’s gaze, holding back a blush. Clearly, being caught reading a scroll like that had rattled her more than she thought.

Michi raised an eyebrow at her, having noticed her appraising look, and she flushed a bit. Great going, Azula. Ambush or not, she was already making a fool of herself. 

Michi smiled warmly at her, and stepped forward to give her a hug. “Azula, darling, what a lovely surprise! What brings you here tonight? Did Mai want to meet you here for some reason? She should have told me, I’d have had the cook prepare you two a meal!” She pulled back from the hug a bit, her hands still on Azula’s arms.

Azula shook her head and cleared her throat. “No, no, Mai didn’t ask me to come here. I’d heard there was a type of… soirée, of sorts, here tonight? A woman named Matsuri mentioned it. She told me to tell you she’d invited me.”

Michi gave her an intrigued look at that, a calculating gleam in her eyes. “Did she now? How interesting. She did tell me she invited someone, but it seems she failed to inform me it was such a close family friend.” She stepped aside, gesturing for Azula to enter while laying a gentle hand on the small of her back. “Please, darling, come in! You’re always more than welcome here, let me show you around.”

They walked down the opulent halls, paintings of flowers and mountains decorating the walls. Finally, they arrived at a dark wooden door. Azula remembered Mai telling her and Ty Lee that it was a room her mother occasionally entertained guests in, and that they weren’t allowed in. She’d been curious about the room for a little while after that, like any kid told not to do something, but it was always kept locked, and as they started spending more time at the palace she ended up forgetting all about it. 

Now, hearing multiple voices talking and laughing behind it, her old curiosity rose up once more. 

Michi put a hand on the door and sent her a smile before pushing it open. “Welcome, Azula, to the Golden Orchid Society.”

The room beyond showed itself to be a tastefully decorated lounge. As she followed Michi in she could see a table where four women were playing mahjong in the corner to the left of the door. In the middle of the room, stretching from the northern to southern end, was a long, low table, surrounded by red-cushioned zaisu. Behind that in the other corner stood an impressively filled wine rack. 

The southern half of the room had two seating areas next to a set of wide open sliding doors taking up the entire southern wall. To the right of the entrance, three women were seated around a small round table, two of them sitting very close together on the red couch decorated with a stitched golden floral pattern. The second conversation area was across the room, featuring an L-shaped couch around a small coffee table with Matsuri and another woman gesturing wildly as they discussed something.  

The sliding doors opened up to show an entirely walled-in garden. There was a tree, two flower bushes, and a path going around a small half-moon shaped pond. On the other side in the arch of the pond stood a pavilion.

Azula gaped as she took in her surroundings. Never in her wildest imagination did she think this could be hidden in the home of her childhood friend. She turned back to Michi when she heard her laugh.

“Should I take your silence as a good sign? I’m glad I can still impress you even when you no doubt grew up with much more luxurious surroundings.” She then gestured for Azula to follow her again.”‘Come, let me introduce you to everyone.”

[silluuuu]

six-sentence/snippet sunday <3

i can't seem to shake wanting to say 'six sentence' for this game hahah but today is, indeed, eight sentences. here's a lil bit more of oftr in the flashback days, which is getting worked on consistently but soooo slowly as always ;-;

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“Which do you like better? In non-conservatory times, I mean.”

“Guitar,” he says immediately.

“But you’re better at piano,” she says.

“Damn, okay,” he says, affronted, but there’s a strange, soft amusement behind his eyes.

“You said you were better at piano!” she retorts, smacking him on the shoulder.

“When?!”

“…You mentioned it a long time ago,” she pouts, sticking her face into the sleeves of her sweatshirt.

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New drunk!Eddie idea has about 400 words at the moment, I think this one is gonna be a full fic, but only a one-shot. Here’s a snippet, takes place a few days after the bachelor party. But I should stress this is NOT a cheating fic- it’s more about Eddie spiralling bc he thinks something might have happened

After he's reached a certain level of tipsiness, Eddie knows he tends to find minor details very important, to the point where he can be a little, not argumentative, but insistent maybe. He's woken up after a night out with the team once or twice to open tabs in his phone, featuring such hits as "silver surfferr marvel ro dc", "sSandra bullock age" and one time "narwhals real". So he's unsurprised to see an open search page in his phone, and has half a smile on his face as he wonders what Totally Important Thing his drunk self thought he had to Google right that moment.

The easy amusement on his face is swiftly replaced by a dread so cold and sudden he feels like he's been submerged in a bath of ice, as the screen stares back at him and the search bar proudly displays

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[betweenlands]

i am so deeply emotional about sbk right now. how the hell does a server this good exist