#credit: brotp prompts

[mamaspidershit]

Natasha: That might be your dumbest idea yet. Peter: So… We’re doing it? Natasha: Hell yeah we are. 

[maybeimamuppet]

I LOST THE ASK IM SORRY ANON BUT HERE

REGINA

favorite thing about them

heheeeeeehoooo i’m a lesbian but honestly she has so much like depth to her in a way that’s not immediately obvious and it’s really interesting as a writer getting to explore that beyond canon

least favorite thing about them

i don’t like that i relate to her!!!! i don’t like the idea of being mean and she is and i’m entirely convinced she and i have the same personality disorder and i am terrified that i’m like her. some people have said it and i just hate that it might be true

but like as a character in and of herself it’s how she uses people for her own gain. that’s not cool boo

favorite line

“boo, you whore” from the movie

“that’s what i keep trying to explain to the president on twitter but he blocked me” from the show

i can’t remember enough of what she says in the new movie rn but i’ll find smth later i’m sure lol

brOTP

damian. she and damian both love taylor swift and they listen to every song together and fangirl together and also damian gets her into musicals. regina likes the dark gritty ones with good music like les mis and little shop and damian likes the classics (obvs)

OTP

post redemption arc i ship her with like every woman in this. like any combo of gretchen and karen, i’m an absolute SUCKER for cadina (like i’m literally on my knees begging for cadina fic prompts please), rejanis is. it has potential not my fav but i do partake from time to time.

but like aaron would just turn out bad nobody really likes shane or kevin and damian. is gay. so none of the men lol

nOTP

this woman is GAY so again any of the guys lol. also if it’s done wrong rejanis can be real icky and i don’t like that

random headcanon

she can juggle. cady is the only one who knows and regina will absolutely kill her if she lets it slip

unpopular opinion

she is a victim who made the wrong choices and not the monster a lot of people make her out to be. she is not the villain of the story she is the villain of her own life by fault of her own mind which is the fault of her upbringing and she is making the only choices she knows how which just so happen to hurt a lot of people. she absolutely can be redeemed and she deserves it. which is why the bus doesn’t just straight up kill her.

song i associate with them

i think i said this for janis but monster from frozen has very much internal regina vibes to me that she like is terrified of letting anyone else see. also i know it’s about something VERY DIFFERENT but all grown up from bare seems like it would really speak to her. and also just all of renee’s songs bc duh

favorite picture of them

it’s a gif and this is how i lost the post last time but uh

like. holy shit.

DAMIAN

favorite thing about them

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again but that boy drinks his loving janis sarkisian juice every morning as part of a balanced breakfast. he knows they’re each others person and i think he navigates their admittedly strange relationship really well. 

and also i love that this ~17 year old fat openly gay kid has SO MUCH confidence in himself. could he be overcompensating and actually have a lot internally that he doesn’t like about himself? yes absolutely . but the way he chooses to handle himself with such grace and confidence as he navigates such a complex web of social issues is really admirable to me and i don’t think he gets enough credit :))

least favorite thing about them

some of the stereotypes aren’t like super cool but like they had to come from somewhere so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

favorite line

damian is what got me into this show tbh i have so many

but i thiiiiiink it’s gotta be either “and they are more addictive than opioids and girl scout thin mints combined” (also hot take but i’ve been a girl scout for 18 years and thin mints SUCK)

OR

“did she just leave while i was actively caring about her? no. / she’s leaving! just like my DAD.”

honestly just like all of stop all of cautionary tale just him i love him yes

brOTP

besides the obvious answer of janis again i would say regina. but also he and gretchen get coffee at least once a week and bond over dances and choreography and whatnot and he and karen are joined at the hip whenever they’re together and you cannot tell me otherwise. and cady is basically his little sister

OTP

THEATRE BOY FROM THE NEW MOVIE OMGGGGG but also like. i don’t really know lol

i usually write him as being with aaron but that’s bc when i was writing like three months in i asked and all my (four) readers at the time said they wanted damiaaron it was not my first pick. but it has grown on me a lot and i think they’re super cute together

nOTP

i am terrified of the amount of romantic fic out there for him and janis?? like y’all ran face first into the point and hit ur heads so hard u still couldn’t see it huh

random headcanon

he kicked janis’ front teeth out in tap class when they were five and janis still has a small scar on her lip

unpopular opinion

i know i write about it a lot and stuff but making him trans feels really reductive of his personality sometimes. we need more trans rep obviously and i love people being able to take characters like him and feel seen but i question it with him in particular a lot. similar vibes to people who make matilda trans i just dk. lots of complicated feelings about it

also that he is the best goddamn character in the whole thing

song i associate with them

uhhhhhh for whatever reason 9 to 5 by dolly parton?? and jolene are the first two to pop into my head lol idk why

oh and also better work bitch by britney spears (i think??)

favorite picture of them

[shangrila11]

Lunch break // Akito Shinonome & Toya Aoyagi (Project Sekai: Colourful Stage!)

Akito entered the classroom of class 1B and looked around. It didn't take long for him to find his partner scribbling something on his notebook.

"Toya, I've brought you coffee, just the way you like it. Here," Akito passed a styrofoam cup with said beverage to the other male who gratefully accepted.

"Thank you, Akito. Sorry for the trouble," Toya smiled, paying his friend for the coffee. Returning the smile, the orange-haired assured him that it was no problem at all, saying that since Toya's teacher had ended class a little late, he might as well buy him the coffee while waiting.

"Come on, let's eat. The food won't taste as nice when it's cold," Akito said.

"Ok."

After thanking for the food, the two teens began digging in. Toya offered Akito some of his food which the later accepted after a bit of insistence from his friend. In return, Akito gave Toya some of his. As the two of them enjoyed the delicious food, they chatted about school, recent events and of course, music.

"One of my favourite artist recently released a new album. Wanna hear it later?" Akito asked.

"I would love to."

And so after their meal, Akito shared his earpiece with Toya to listen to the songs.

"Amazing. The songs are really nice so far. They experiment with different genres and songs but still manage to fit them into a theme. The vocals are nice as well," Toya remarked.

"Yeah. I hope -- no, we will make songs that are better than this some day," Akito's green eyes flared with determination and passion. Toya nodded, a gentle smile on his face.

"Yes, we will."

"Akito! Toya! What are you two up to?"

A holographic image of a smiling Len materialised from Toya's phone.

"Len! What are you doing here?" Akito frowned. He glanced around. Fortunately, most of the students had gone to the cafeteria for lunch so there weren't many people here.

"Rin and I are taking a break from practice and I thought of checking up on you two," Len chirped.

"I see. Akito and I are listening to a few new songs by one of his favourire artists."

"Cool! As much as I would like to listen to them, it's probably not practical for me to listen like this," Len smiled sadly.

"I'll let you listen to them when we get the chance," Akito promised, his earlier annoyed expression softening.

"Really? You better not forget your promise!" Len exclaimed, his exprssion brightening. The three of them continued chatting for a while longer before Len and Akito had to go. Rin was calling for Len while Akito had to leave because lunch break was about to end.

“See you later for practice, Toya,” Akito smiled. Toya smiled back.

“Yeah. See you.” 

(Inspired by the prompt #16 of brotp prompts on tumblr)

(Picture does not belong to me. Credit goes to Colourful Palette, Sega and Crypton Future Media)

[thebulletinhamilton-quotes]

Aaron Burr: If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all!

Alexander Hamilton: Shit, so you now want me to go mute?

Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison: Ideally.

[draculadarkpharaohprompts]

Prompt from a story I am currently writing. Please give me credit if you use it.

A: You’re...different than I expected. B: Different how? A: Well, C told me that you had survived through massive trauma and have a really dark sense of humor. Not to mention she said you can curb stomp most people without a lot of effort... B: I can see your confusion with the curb stomping since I’m in a wheelchair, but why does the rest of it confuse you? A: You’re wearing hot pink nail polish, a fandom T-shirt, and as of yet you’ve been nothing but friendly. None of that really fits what I expected of you. B: What? I can’t have a dark sense of humor and like the color pink? Or is it that because I’ve lived through trauma I have to be some dark and brooding bitch to everyone that breathes my way? Am I not allowed to have interests or hobbies because of what happened in my past or my current disability?  A: No! I just- B: No is right. Stereotypes are irritating and I’m going to do and wear what I enjoy. I don’t care if it doesn’t fit society’s normal. Because I’ve never cared about society’s opinion of me. I’m going to like my heavy metal music, pink nail polish, the occasional skirt, and anything else I damn well feel like. 

[weirdthoughtsasprompts]

Person A: Can you be romantic?

Person B: Uhh i could try?

Person A, smiling: Disgusting, please do.

[sparrowmoth]

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Last Updated: 18 October 2021

[memethebum]

Here’s chapter 3!!!

This one starts off with me trying to squeeze in as much Maka/Black*Star brotp and Spirit being a pretty good dad moments and then ends with a lil’ bit of angst

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10:25 p.m.

“That’s enough marshmallows Black*Star,” Maka asserted through gritted teeth and wasn’t the least bit surprised to find her childhood friend sneering at her before handing back the steaming cup of hot cocoa.

“Aww, but didn’t you say I got more than you that one time?” Black*Star teased before picking up a small glass for himself.

“That was years ago!” she hollered while lightly swaying the sugary treats that were now submerged in her cup.

She couldn’t find it in herself to deal with Black*Star’s inflated ego at the moment, not after losing track of Soul due to her mind being too preoccupied with chanting he doesn’t love me in that way to he’s allowed to have his own feelings to maybe the pain will go away after traveling, like it did with mama.

“Doesn’t make a difference to me. Now come on, I gotta show you something,” he replied before grabbing hold of Maka’s right arm and pulling her towards a party hall that was adjacent to the one they were previously in.

“Make this quick, the others should be coming soon,” Maka added, wondering what could be keeping everyone from making it to a New Year’s party that was known to happen annually since Spartoi’s formation.

However, instead of getting some sort of witty reply from Black*Star, she suddenly felt the other meister wrap his large hands in front of her eyelids before shoving her through the partially opened hall doors.

“AHH BLACK*STAR WHAT’RE YOU-“

“SURPRISE,” she heard a group of people call out above her protests, prompting Black*Star to free her eyes from behind his hands.

Maka was then greeted with a colorful array of balloons and streamers set up in almost every corner of the room she had been led into.

It also appeared as if every person of importance in her life had been present, and the meister’s eyes lit up once they met the faces of her papa, Stein, Kilik, and even Ox.

However, the picturesque moment of happiness was suddenly ripped away from her after being greeted with Soul’s soft smile from the center of the group, which added to the already insufferable tension she was attempting to battle against after he thwarted her attempted confession back at their apartment.

“We all decided this was a fun way to say goodbye, although most of the credit should go to Black*Star since he planned and organized almost everything,” Marie explained, ripping Maka out of her muddled thoughts.

“You..did all this?” Maka mumbled in shock before looking towards the blue-haired meister.

Black*Star’s grin seemed to stretch across the entire span on his face as he kept his eyes trained on the partygoers.

He then swung an arm around Maka before raising his glass with an exaggerated chuckle.

“Alright people, this a party! I wanna see everyone leave hot and ready for a hangover the next morning,” he bellowed, causing Blair to raise a bottle of spiked cider while Nygus shouted “no underage drinking” over the cat witch’s cheering.

The crowd then began to disperse into small groups, allowing Black*Star to finally meet Maka’s bemused gaze.

“What? You should’ve expected I’d see you off with something extravagant,” he said before brushing his fist through her hair.

“MAKAAA,” called a voice from the center of the room, causing the girl in question to swat Black*Star’s hand away and look for the source of the sudden holler with a disgruntled expression.

“Let papa have the first dance with you?” Spirit whined, offering his outstretched hand to his daughter.

Maka let out a small huff before accepting her papa’s hand and allowing him to gleefully whisk her away towards the center of the dance floor.

She couldn’t help but allow her eyes to attempt pinpointing Soul from the new position in the room, although the meister immediately regretted making such a decision once a small weight began to bob in her throat after she found him murmuring with Liz by the hall’s entrance.

The silent tension of the bike ride to Shibusen began to take over all her thoughts once more, and knowing that tonight wasn’t the start of those silent misgivings caused her to be even more on edge as she now viewed her partner from a distance.

I never thought pushing him back would be so…simple she thought while her mind whizzed in agony over how much time he had been spending at Gallows Manor ever since she told him that she was going to leave and take the risk of dismembering the connection they had cherished for years.

“P-papa?” she felt her lips spill out.

“Hm, what is it angel?” he hummed, causing Maka to notice that his voice had mellowed out into a soft trill instead of his usual dramatic tone.

“Do you-plan on retiring soon, now that things have finally calmed down?” Maka mumbled and watched as her papa began to give her a quizzical look.

“I actually haven’t really thought much about retiring at my age, although I’ll probably end up doing it soon now that you’re all grown up. I’ve always wanted to go traveling, so guess I should make use of the peace too,” he chuckled as Maka slowly began to hang her head and focused on the slow rhythm of their footsteps.

“That means Soul is probably going to take your place right?” she whispered before daring a glance at Spirit’s expression.

It never seemed to faze her how quick his mood would sour when the mere mention of her partner came up.

“Yea, I guess that little octopus-head would be next in line for the position. Of course, it’s up to Kid on whether he takes over my role or one of a Deathscythe posted outside of Death City,” he grumbled before quickly brandishing a smile at her once more.

“Let’s not worry about him though. I want us to have fun tonight so I can see my daughter off with a big smile,” he added before twirling them farther away from the corner where Soul was standing.

That answers it then. At the end of the day, he’s gonna have to move on without me somehow she reasoned before feeling a sharp pain jab her chest.

A quick glance back at Liz’s bemused expression morphed that sensation into pure rage, and Maka was sure that every single memory she had of their so called friendship added even more fuel to the raging fire within her soul.

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10:45 p.m.

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up were the only three words cycling through Soul’s mind as he stiffly drove his meister to her farewell party.

The Deathscythe had hardly been able to calm his nerves when Black*Star was marching him away from Maka and towards the others in order to prepare everything for the big surprise, and his jaw felt unnervingly heavy as he mustered up the courage to flash a smile once Maka’s eyes landed upon him after Black*Star led her into the room.

“Alright, what’s so important that you had to pull me away from the middle of a party to talk about? If you’re still pissed about me saying that one Gil Evans album felt off then-“

“I fucked it all up,” he exclaimed above Liz’s complaints.

“What…you mean the thing with Maka?” she gaped.

“I-uh-kinda made it sound like she was just a friend to me and now I don’t even…” he cut off before running a hand through his hair and frantically pulling at the roots in stress.

What we need is to finally communicate with each other, even if Liz says that won’t work he concluded before craning his head back to look at his meister, who seemed to be walking away from Spirit.

Soul then shared a few awkward moments of eye contact with the other Deathscythe before quickly shifting his attention back towards Liz.

“You probably don’t need me telling you this, but the best thing to do here is just be straight with her. The damage really isn’t all that bad, so just tell Maka you were stressed about her leaving, need to talk it out, and then go play that song,” Liz explained before taking a swig of her spiked cider.

“Look,” she immediately whispered afterwards, causing Soul to follow the slanted tilt of her head.

“There comes your chance,” she finished just as the meister in question began to scurry away from the dessert table sprawled in the corner of the room and towards the small doorway which led to a balcony that resembled the one he was sulking on during the night of Medusa’s attack all those years ago.

“I-uh,” Soul attempted to cough out, but was quickly silenced after Liz gave him a firm pat on the back before walking away with a slight wave of her hand in his direction.

The Deathscythe then took the initiative to clumsily straighten his tie and slowly walk towards Maka.

Ok, cool guys don’t just flake out on proper communication, especially not with the girl they’re supposed to be fucking confessin’ to Soul mentally reasoned just as he was a foot away from his partner, who had put down the pastry she was eating in order to meet his gaze.

“Uh-hi,” said Soul.

“Hi,” repeated Maka.

“Things have been…going kinda fast, so I was wonderin’ if you’d wanna talk-“

“What, got bored of Liz and finally decided to spend time with your partner?” she hissed over him, causing Soul to raise his eyebrows in confusion.

“What’re you talking about?” he questioned, only to be answered with a dry chuckle from Maka.

“Don’t play dumb with me Soul. It’s pretty obvious you were counting down the days until I finally leave, u-until you can finally start your new life as Death’s last Deathscythe,” she elaborated, leaving Soul completely dumbfounded by her words.

“What! I still don’t get what you’re-,”

“I bet you can’t wait for that can you, having a deadweight finally get off your case? Not having to worry about some backwater meister? Do you even care that I’m leaving!” Maka practically screeched, causing her words to rattle within Soul’s head as he felt the words chip away at a dam he’d kept in place the whole week.

“Of course I care that you’re leaving! That’s all that’s been going through my damn mind ever since you brought this whole thing up! Do you even hear yourself right now?” he roared back, with his screams echoing across the chilled air between them.

“Loud and fucking clear Soul Eater Evans! Unlike you, I’m trying-no I’m risking it all with this last minute decision just to be considerate of the other person,” his partner retorted as she clenched her fingers into a tight fist just as Soul let out a sharp snort.

“Yea, that’s why you haven’t said shit to me about the reason you’re leavin’ isn’t it?

That’s why you’ve been keeping me in the dark about everything you’re “risking” isn’t it?

That’s why you’re screwing me over and following in the footsteps of some lady that fucking abandoned you years ago, right?” he let the words slip out his tongue, although one look at how Maka’s face immediately crumpled made him wish that the tense wall that had been wedged between them would just muffle out the words.

“Well…you don’t have to worry about me screwing you over anymore. Once I walk down those stairs…it’ll be the end of everything between us, and that’ll be that,” she attempted to yelp back at him, although it came out more as a shaky whisper that only caused Soul’s heart to plummet further into an aching abyss as he also began to notice the slight tremble of her fingers and the glossy rims of her eyes as she kept her gaze fixed at the balcony’s floor.

“Goodbye Soul,” Maka plainly exclaimed before pushing past him and bolting out the party hall, leaving the Deathscythe to battle his own set of tears as he watched her small figure walk down the Shibusen stairs.

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ok I am actually going to do these in order and give a little explanation as an extra challenge. I think it's interesting what my faves are vs which are most popular. If anyone has read more than one of these and remembers reading it, I'd love to know what you think or thought.

5: Renegade Nights

This was my first long-form Nessian piece and what I love about it is the ideas. It was all written pre-acosf and during the pandemic. I needed something to do and it was the first time I had gotten back into writing in a LONG time. I don't write like this anymore. I don't love the style and I think it's a little in your face/tell don't show, but I still love it and I stand by the ideas in it. (RIP to when I thought I was Suzanne Colins out here writing in present tense with no reason to be. Yikes.)

4: Shadows of Death

This is a chapter in my one-shot series that I LOVE. I always struggle to write Azriel and whenever people ask for him I don't know what to do, but this one just... came to me. His voice was so clear and I wrote it all in one sitting on my notes app. I love the Nezriel brotp and the connection of the darkest parts of 2 pretty dark characters.

3: Going for Gold

People LOVED this when it came out. It started as an evening project while I watched the Olympics this summer, but the characters just took over. It was my first foray into an ensemble cast and a way to challenge myself to write better action scenes. Overall, it was quick and there are things I would change, but it has a place in my heart.

1: Nightmare Dressed Like a Day Dream

This one-shot just has a place in my soul. It was my cathartic, pissed off, I will not accept this narrative post ACOSF pop off and I think it is some of my best writing. I've re-read it so many times. It is my comfort fic for myself.

1: The Best Laid Plans

This story, to me, represented a shift in my writing style. Both in fics and my original stuff. I consciously focused more on visual and active descriptions rather than throwing everything into the dialogue and I think it showed. I remember being very proud of every chapter of this when it was coming out. I spent time. I focused. I edited. And I think it helped a lot of those things become more natural. This is the story I credit with how I now slam out all those prompts directly into the answer box of a tumblr ask while I walk home from work. This story was the first time I felt like I was writing something and proud of it rather than just sending a silly little fic into the wind. It is my most commented on and most liked fic, and it was the first time I felt like people were responding to something I wrote because it was well written rather than because I was just giving them overdramatic scenes that they wanted. I think the characters are represented in a realistic and fair way that was not as bias as my earlier stuff, and that made for more dynamic relationships. I know it seems like I'm really self-congratualing here, but I tried hard with this one and I am proud of it.

Honourable mention: Assentio Mentium

I think some people might be surprised this didn't make the cut. The truth is, this story is so personal and I use it as venting sometimes. I have a love-hate relationship with it, but it has to be mentioned because of how people respond to it. This story has the most thoughtful comments of anything I've written and it makes me feel so good because it is a lot of my real experiences and opinions so I love the response and the dialogues. (also I'm more than halfway through the next chapter, it isn't abandoned I just struggle to get inspo on this one sometimes)

[donivanessdoodles]

Curious to see what you think of Marco

Give me a character and I will answer: MARCO

I love Marco, my favorite pineapple 🍍

Prompt credit @agayconcept

◇Why I like them: I'm always drawn to characters that can seem calm ans collected and fuck shit up in 2 seconds. Marco is wonderfully written as a calm strong doctor but with the Phoenix fruit he can turn into a dangerous creature and wreck shit up, my kinda character. Though his attire can be questionable xD

◇Why I don't like them: I love them

◇favorite episode/scene: since he doesn't have the most screen time i love every scene with him, especially the neon flames and when he transforms. I love the colored and fluid motions/animations ♡♡♡♡

◇Favorite line: "Yoi" i love the accent they give him lol its hecken cute

◇favorite outfit: i love the white shirt and black pants he has the next time he is seen after marinford.

◇OTP: Ace and Thatch, either individual or a trio. Nothing can change my mind. NOTHING

◇Brotp: Izou and Deuce

◇Headcannon: I don't have any headcannons for him yet of my own but I love that Oda cannonly states that if his ween was cut off he could regenerate it with his phoenix powers and it makes me giggle

◇unpopular opinion: None

◇A wish: I could give him a hug

◇A-Oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: that he dies is pretty much the only thing aside from he better never change his hair, the pineapple look is amazing on him.

◇5 words to describe them: fruity, handsome, delicious, friendly, and amazing cause I said so

◇nickname: pineapple, birdy, Phoenix

[voxmyriad]

Ok a prompt if I may:

The 501st are on leave, Ahsoka finds Rex as he’s leaving the barracks, asks him what he wants to do after the war, they wander around the city chatting and end up in a spot that Rex likes to go to between deployments because it’s peaceful

I just love their brother/sister BroTP vibes and I think they’d have good conversations

- @anstarwar

This ended up not being on Coruscant, but I still want to hit up this food market. Set sometime before things get really awful everywhere. || Send in prompts

Sometimes, they got lucky. Sometimes, a mission wound up not being a mission at all. They'd been sent to give support to a group of city-based freedom fighters, but by the time they'd arrived, guerrilla forces had pushed the Separatists to the fringes of the city, easy targets for the 501st air support. They hadn't even needed to land troops.

They hadn't been responsible for the victory either, but the leaders of the people had invited them into the city anyway, a gesture of solidarity toward their intention of joining the Republic. The Resolute wouldn't be running with a skeleton crew, by any means, but every trooper not currently on duty was being released for some overdue shore leave.

So was Ahsoka, and as soon as Anakin let her go, she ran toward the barracks, full of ideas, and skidded to a halt as Rex emerged. "Hi," she said, grinning, a little out of breath. "I got a tip about a good dumpling place."

"When did you have time to get a tip about a good dumpling place?" Rex asked as he fell into step next to her, helmet propped on his hip. They were off-duty, but he wasn't going anywhere without his armor.

"Okay, I don't have a tip about a good dumpling place," she admitted. "I was hoping you'd want to come look for one with me."

Rex laughed, tension unspooling from his shoulders as they hopped aboard a LAAT/i with a group of shinies for quick transport to the surface. "Yeah, let's look around. Maybe we'll find something even better."

"Better than dumplings?" Ahsoka asked skeptically.

"I don't trust dumplings," a trooper said. There was barely a scratch to his armor yet. Could probably count the meals he'd eaten planetside on one hand. "Could be anything in there."

"They could hide anything under a bowl of noodles, too," the trooper beside him pointed out. Another shiny, but he looked like he'd at least seen a battle or two. The easy camaraderie between them could mean they were squadmates, but Ahsoka didn't know them yet.

"At least with noodles you can dig around and make sure you're not gonna eat something with too many eyes."

"How many eyes have you ever found in a dumpling?"

Ahsoka and Rex fell silent, grinning at each other as the rest of the troopers joined in and the great debate about the perfect food rose around them.

"Something even better" turned out to be an entire small marketplace filled with stalls serving an array of foods for a few credits. Rex and Ahsoka split up, the better to collect as much variety as they possibly could, and perched at a table toward the edge of the market. From here they had a view overlooking a busy park. The native vegetation here was a delicate purple, but otherwise, it looked like dozens of others, filled with citizens strolling the paths, children running across the trimmed grasses. The war had hardly touched them, to look at them now.

"Do you ever think about the end of the war?" Ahsoka asked, contemplating one more tiny dumpling.

Rex finished the one he'd just taken. "Sometimes. I don't really know what to think about the end of the war."

"How do you mean?" Reluctantly, she set the dumpling down again. It was tiny, but it might have been one morsel too many. Maybe in a few minutes she'd have room for it.

Dipping a small cube of unidentified but delicious protein into a fiery sauce, Rex shrugged a shoulder. "Well, we're not citizens. We were created for this war, but they didn't exactly write in pension plans for all of us." He took the bite and washed it down with a bottle of juice the vendor had squeezed in front of him. He didn't know what it was, but he knew it was fresh.

Ahsoka frowned, thoughtful, as she set her flimsy tray aside and watched three children playing some complicated ball-tossing game. It was impossible to determine the rules, if there were any rules, but all three of them were laughing, darting back and forth. "Well, what would you like to do? If you could do anything."

"Anything, huh?" Rex watched the game-playing, tracking movements of the ball and the players, and started to piece together the strategies. "I thought once I might try my hand at farming. I, ah. Met someone who came to it late. Seemed pretty contented with the life."

"Farming?" Ahsoka wrinkled her nose.

Rex elbowed her, laughing. "What's that face for?"

"Nothing," she said quickly. "It's—it's not important."

He waited. He knew that tone. Whatever it was, it was at least a little important, or she would have just come out and told him.

". . . well." Ahsoka picked up a skewer that had once held meatballs and bent it lightly between her fingers, testing the tensile strength before it would splinter. "Every youngling in the Temple wants to be a Padawan. But we all know not everyone will be chosen. Of course, there are a lot of other duties, and they're all important!" she added hurriedly. "But . . . being passed over by a Master and sent to the AgriCorps always felt like it would be more of a punishment than a calling. To me, anyway. That's what I think of when I think about farming. It almost happened to Master Kenobi."

"Really?" The children had tired of the game now and were sitting in a triangle on the grass, tossing the ball from one to the next while they talked. Rex wondered what they were talking about, but they were too far away to overhear. "Never heard that story."

"I only know it because Anakin mentioned it once." She paused, uncertain. "I don't think it's my story to tell."

"What would you do, then?" Rex asked after a few moments of thoughtful silence. "If you weren't a Jedi?"

"Me?" The skewer splintered. Ahsoka set it down again and brushed tiny spicules off her legs. "I really don't know. I can't imagine not being a Jedi. . . . but I suppose after the war, I'll still be one. And you'll be . . ."

"A farmer. Yeah, I've decided. I like the sound of it. Besides, who knows? You might come visit me and find out you'd've loved it in the AgriCorps," Rex teased, tweaking the chain that served as her Padawan braid. "Be begging me to stay on and help with the crops, or the livestock, or the orchard, whatever I've got."

"I doubt it," Ahsoka countered, but she was laughing again, thoughts of someday not being a Jedi neatly banished at the image of Rex working his farm. It took shape in her mind, rows of crops, a hill of crooked fruit trees, fenced-in animals peacefully grazing. "I'd like that for you," she said at last, softer now, more serious.

Rex glanced down at their empty trays and plucked up that one last little dumpling. "It's a nice thought," he said, and his tone was . . . pleasantly neutral. It was a nice thought, a nice thought that wouldn't be happening. "C'mon, see if you can catch it. No cheating."

"See if you can throw it straight," she teased right back as she scrambled off the table and backed up to the railing.

He threw it straight and she caught it, right on target, no cheating. The three children looked up toward the balcony at the dual hollers of triumph, but Ahsoka and Rex had already gone.

[welllpthisishappening]

Hi, not a WIP question, but I always see you tagging stuff with "stupid witch fic inspo" and stuff like that. Which of your fics is the "stupid witch fic"? I thought I'd read most of them, but I think I may have missed one.

I hope you know what you've started with this question, because it's going to get me talking about one of my absolute favorite, entirely self-indulgent subjects. That's right! It's time to talk about All Was Golden in the Sky!

Once upon a time (or more like: February 2019) I saw a writing prompt that was something along the lines of: you're sitting outside your apartment because you've been locked out or sexiled or something like that and someone's coming up after making a late-night snack run and then you fall in love. That was the basic gist. The specifics aren't important. What is important was that my brain was like WRITE THAT, NOW. I had already signed up for @cssns at that point and, in fact, had already written a story. (it was All the Subliminal Things, that's got soulmates) But I am who I am as a person and was like I'm going to WRITE THAT, NOW. So, I started writing what was, at the time, a pretty modern witch fic. With Emma as the witch. And Killian as like—totally in love with her. From the get. Hence the tag. And I kept writing. Few chapters in between covering state basketball tournaments.

E X C E P T

As previously discussed, I am who I am as a person, so, #ThatStupidWitchFic sort of—exploded. Into something that was no longer a straight modern AU with Emma as a witch. Sorry, everyone this was not the modern AU it was supposed to be. It's because I could not figure out how Emma and Killian would get initially separated without something DRASTIC happening. So I did something drastic. Basically I retooled my entire plot, realized I'd written myself into an explanation without entirely meaning to and, suddenly, #ThatStupidWitchFicInspo became a tag that made very little sense. In that it is just an absolute mess of gif sets and art and All Was Golden in the Sky became one of my favorite things I have ever written. Like, ever. If you haven't read it (please, read it), the pretty long story includes:

Super powerful, decidedly magical Emma

A Killian who's like FOLLOW THAT LADY ANYWHERE? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP

Prophecy

Magical families that are not-so-secretly based on the Hargreeves from the Umbrella Academy

Scenes written entirely to the credits song from Pocahontas, If I Never Knew You

Flashback scenes set...not in the modern world

Strong New York City opinions

The sentence THAT'S LOVE, DICK (which might be the greatest sentence I've ever written, honestly)

Will-Belle-Killian triangle of friendship supremacy

A whole Arendelle subplot that, yes, absolutely had to happen

Sword fights

Another Neverland subplot that I'm also pretty proud of in that it's kind of freaky and magic stuff happens

(There's a twist. I wrote myself into it. The twist includes more sword fights.)

SWOON-WORTHY ROMANCE IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF

Ariel-Killian brotp that spawned a nearly 50K spinoff

Potential for a sequel that I really may write for the approximately 27 people who enjoyed this story (shout out to @shireness-says and @optomisticgirl who both championed writing the self-indulgent spinoff, and @distant-rose who read the whole story in basically a day and then made glorious cover art and @searchingwardrobes who also made art for the story.)

When I tell you that I had the best time writing this, I am not exaggerating. If Blue Line is my fandom heart, then this is, like, my self-indulgent soul. It's fantasy and romance and a quasi-road trip and there's a seeress and Rumplestilskin and a DRAGON and pretty much every single character mentioned on Once Upon a Time. I love it. I still add stuff to the tag for that maybe-sequel I will probably write and then never post.

[thebulletinhamilton-quotes]

John Laurens: Wake up Alexander! We are going on an adventure!

Alexander Hamilton: *pulls the covers over his head* John it’s four am in the morning, please shut the fuck up and go the fuck to sleep.

[phrynewrites]

Teacher Jasmine for the character questions please!

favorite thing about them

She's always persistent and willing to try something new. Even when hit with the volleyball, she always gets back up.

least favorite thing about them

Jasmine sometimes fails to give people credit where it's due.

favorite line

(This one is from the upcoming teachers au prompt): No, I'm not getting off to Blackfish. I'm just saying nature documentaries serve many purposes."

brOTP

In this fic, Kerri and Kornbread are the ultimate brOTP

OTP

Jasco for sure.

nOTP

n/a

random headcanon

Teachers AU Jasmine has a striped cardigan for every day of the month.

song i associate with them

Cloud 9 - Beach Bunny

[tinkonka]

Witch’s Heart themed asks!

(credit for the basis of this ask game goes to @exploration-b​ i’ve just modified some of the questions!)

1.     How and when did you learn about Witch’s Heart? 2.     What were your first impressions of the game, or of a certain character? 3.     Do you have a standout moment from a certain part? (Please specify the scenario/stage) 4.     Have you played or started the game multiple times? 5.     Have you watched a playthrough of the game, or multiple? If so, which one(s), if you don’t mind divulging? 6.     What makes Witch’s Heart stand out among any other game? 7.     What do you like and dislike about the gameplay of Witch’s Heart? 8.     How did the demon wishes go for you? 9.     What’s your favorite ship? (please don’t discredit other ships) 10.  Do you have a favorite demon request/wish? 11.  Which location in the game is your favorite? 12.  Any music tracks you like in particular? 13.  What’s your favorite CG in general?  14.  Do you have a favorite character sprite? 15.  Favorite pixel sprite? 16.  Who’s your favorite human? 17.  Who’s your favorite demon? 18.  What do you think about the demons? 19.  Your opinion on Noel? 20.  How would you rank the humans? Feel free to explain your choices if you want to. 21.  How would you rank the demons? Feel free to explain. 22.  Is there a really strong opinion you’d defend to the grave? Share it here. Preferably not ship discourse, please. 23.  Any theories for the other conclusions? 24.  Who did you distrust in Ashe’s scenario if you’ve played it? 25.  What did you think of Sirius’ conclusion? Or if you haven’t played it, what do you look forward to? 26.  Which character do you connect with the most? 27.  Is there anything in particular you’re really interested in analyzing and learning more about? (Could be a character, a scene, a location, etc.) 28.  Do you have any worries about where the story is heading, or things you hope really won’t happen? 29.  Whose perspective of the story so far would you want to see told the most? 30.  Which conclusion are you most excited for? 31.  Favorite art piece (could be from the creator or fanart)? 32.  Are there any videos/quotes/memes you associate with anyone or anything from this game? 33.  Have you made any playlists related to witch’s heart, or do you have any songs associated with something that happens or someone? 34.  Do you have any AUs for witch’s heart? If so, please share them! 35.  Do you have any witch’s heart OCs - or, maybe if not, how would you picture yourself in a game like theirs? 36.  If the witch’s heart characters were in some sort of crossover, what kind of crossovers would you want or imagine? 37.  Okay, what are your BroTPs and favorite platonic relationships? 38.  Make up a completely canon event that absolutely happens in the game. 39.  Do you think there are videos that anyone who enjoys this game should watch at least once? 40.  Is there any work of writing related to this game you think people should read? 41.  Have you convinced anyone to play witch’s heart yet, or are you wanting to? 42.  If you’ve taken a personality quiz about these characters, who did you get? Do you agree or disagree with the results? 43.  What kind of merchandise would you want to own? 44.  Are you working on any fan work related to witch’s heart? (this can be analyses, art, writing, videos, graphics, cosplay, anything!) 45.  How many files have you saved related to witch’s heart on your device, and/or how many posts do you have tagged under this game? 46.  Are you part of any Discord servers or other groups who discuss the game? 47.  How long would you consider yourself to have been part of the community?48.  Who is someone in the community whose posts you enjoy? 49.  What are your thoughts on the future of this game, when it gets completed?Will there be an influx of fans, or will the community remain decently smaller?50.  Free prompt! Ramble about anything you want to in regard to witch’s heart. Anything at all.

[givenevents]

Mafuyu Satou Character Appreciation Day 2021

Hello everyone, and happy 2021! We are back to celebrate Mafuyu’s birthday with a Character Appreciation Day!

Event Info

Date: February 28

Pairings: Any Mafuyu pairing, including brotp, as well as Mafuyu centric pieces

Event Rules: Can be found here

Acceptable submissions: Anything and everything - art, fics, poetry, amvs, headcanons, etc.

No prompts for this one, submit whatever inspires you!

Event Collection: If you publish on AO3 please post your entry to the event collection Given Events. Event Tag: Use the tag givenevents in your first five, you can also mention @givenevents in your post.

Event header credits: Mafuyu art by Natsuki Kizu.