#little creatures happen when I'm procrastinating

[jemichiart]

I should be working on zine projects (or just sleeping, since I'm ill), but I really felt like drawing a tiny little owl, so this happened. xD

If you like this little owl, you can get this design as many kinds of prints or products on:

[groupalpha]

LSoL: Now, lets see... depending on how your biology reads... you might be a good fit.

You can punch hard, so that's a good sign.

LSoL: Hm... one of the local field slugcats, not that I know much. ...

There's not many more of you around on this island. The numbers have been dwindling... Maybe you all are becoming nomadic, or moving onto something else in the next cycle.

Whatever the case is... it's probably for the best that the creatures here leave. The rains don't really help any of you.

That's not the point though...

LSoL: I'm... from the simulations I'm reading, and the information on you, you're probably a great fit.

Doesn't automatically mean this will be a win though... but I better try at least.

LSoL: ALRIGHT! Enough procrastinating! I better go through with this, as an opportunity like this might not happen again.

Little archeologist, I have a favor to ask you. A big one at that.

LSoL: Based on what happened when toxic marsh's tower fell, and when space collective's tower fell... I think this a good hypothesis, so test this for me.

LSoL: If you could, I want you to go to the communications tower above my structure. Past my city, past the train cars, there should be a tower.

LSoL: I want you to destroy it.

There is a piece located on the top of it, and you should be able to destoy it using electric spears. It will cause the tower to short circuit. This has to work. So please, do this for me.

LSoL: Thank you. Come back to me when the task has been done.

[iravaid]

🚗✈️🎶🐉 for Lunchbox (absolutely losing it at the idea of her trying to drive)

(from this meme)

Hi Shro hi! A Lunchbox ask, hell yeah. I was tempted to draw these responses and then i remembered I'm already procrastinating exam revision so. well. maybe another day lmao

🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?

Unfortunately, Lunchbox has never and will never qualify for a driver's license. Fortunately, this will never stop her. Rest in pieces, random van she found idling in front of a bank (don't worry about what was happening inside)(worry more about how Lunchbox figured out how to reach the pedals and look out the windscreen at the same time)(Spoiler: she didn't).

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

Lunchbox has her home range of LA, and that's pretty much her set in terms of travelling. The sewers/Warrens are both her home and her safe place, her home turf where bad things are far less likely to happen to her. Bar the occasional trans-continental journey to New York for hijinks, of course; Lunchbox isn't one to do things in half measures.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Hm, i don't see Lunchbox listening to music all that much on her own. As a little kid, I can see Lunchbox liking/listening to what the people in her immediate circle like - she likes Juan Gabriel when Nines calls in to have the late-night radio play Querida, and she likes Peggy Lee when Gary has a moment of sentimentality and breaks out the vinyl record player. She also likes the elevator music that plays in Venture Tower, while on her way to cause annoying, low stakes Problems for the local Cam.

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

Unicorns! Specifically the ones from the Unicorn Alphabet by Marianna Mayer. I can see Lunchbox quietly sitting with the book propped open across her lap, almost reverently tracing her little claws across the pages.

Thank you for the ask!

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I haven't been tagged in this one (yet) but I'm in a major procrastination mood this morning so answering tumblr questions is currently way more appealing than actual writing so let's do this XD

How many works do you have on AO3? 67 1/2 - the 1/2 is because I have a very little Obidala-ish thing which is currently sitting in my files waiting to be published when I find an extra minute (like right now, for instance, except that I'm doing a survey instead oops ;))

What's your total AO3 word count? Ummm...let's just say if I had a dollar for every word of fanfic I've ever written, my bank account would be very, very happy.

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Game of Thrones. But my full fandoms list has 25 unique fandoms, some major, some minor, and some where the entire tag is owned by me.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Île Aux Ours, Jamais T'oublier, Sunrise on the Jade Sea, La Nuit Venait, The Heir of Riverrun which are all Jorleesi fics except for THOR, which I'm pleasantly surprised to find so high in the rankings (although to be fair there's Jorleesi in that one too :)). And just because I was curious, my top five excluding any Jorleesi content are: New World Symphony (Vicbourne - oh I loved them so, history be damned), Dreams and Dragonglass (Viserys x Alicent from HotD), A Girl, A Drowned Man (ahem, Jaime Lannister x Arya Stark - don't even ask XD), over time and tide and death leaping (Obidala4Ever <3), and Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed (Siegfried x Audrey from the new All Creatures Great & Small - S5 is our season friends, I can feel it)

Do you respond to comments? Yes, all of them (except for the obvious trolls). I heart my readers and have had such good times in the comment section <3 Speaking of which, I'm behind with replies again. Just know my inbox is glaring at me.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ummm, that's a hard one because I usually reach for the fluff endings with both hands. But I suppose...right now it's got to be my Hunger Games fic, and she gained the willow tree. I mean, it's intensely angsty, even more so than the source material, and may remain that way forever (at least until I update it and fix what I broke lol)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost all of my Jorleesi fics have unabashedly happy endings but I think Île Aux Ours edges out the others just because basically everyone (spoiler alert: except for Viserys, Rhaegar and the Night King) live! And all my ships survive! And House Mormont is flourishing! And the Seven Kingdoms are at peace for once! (at least until I write the sequel ;))

Do you get hate on fics? Only on the Game of Thrones fics, and relatively speaking, very, very rarely. It was slightly more common right at the end of Game of Thrones (people had feelings) but it's almost completely died off in recent years...which is a relief. Because trolls are easily ignored but they don't make anyone's day brighter.

Do you write smut? Again, rarely. But, ya know, sometimes things happen ;)

Do you write crossovers? Yes, but usually it's not what I would consider a true crossover. More me adapting one film/series to the setting/plot/characters of another. The only true crossover I've ever written is, I believe, this one: light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling (where Tom Bombadil and Melisandre of Asshai meet up and make a trade - sometimes writing brains are weird)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not that I know of? Although I had a reader request permission to translate a couple of my Jorleesi fics into Russian so that may have happened and I just never received a link from them.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ohhhh, yesssssss. My forever partner-in-Jorleesi-crime is @salzrand <3 9 fics and counting :)

What's your all-time favorite ship? Based on my writing activity over the last 5-6 years, I think there's really only one correct answer here and it's the lobsters. A bear and his dragon-girl. A princess and her steadfast knight. They're perfect, they're dreamy. And forever inspiring. I cannot. But other than Jorleesi, I have to give top billing to Jane/Lisbon, Obi-Wan/Padme, Dickon/Mary, Jean Valjean/Fantine, Christy/Neil, Lexie/Mark because these are ships that have stayed with me for at least a decade or longer and are part of my DNA at this point.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Ugh. Don't talk to me about unfinished fics. They judge me with their Chapter 1/? eyes. They glare at me disapprovingly each time I log into AO3. And I know that there are a few that have been waiting on an update for a long, long time (and some of you have probably given up hope that I'll ever return to them), but never say never...at least until I'm dead XD

What are your writing strengths? I think I have a flair for writing scenery and believable multi-generational family dynamics. I also think I'm fairly good at fixing canon disappointments with some fun and unique twists (it's the soap opera training, I swear XD). I try to keep dialogue very natural, characterization at least partly canon-based and do a lot of research for my fics on time-period details, with mostly successful results...lol well, that's the hope anyway. And I think another strength that has made me successful in writing age-gap ships especially is that I can write character relationships in a way that might go beyond the whole attraction thing and touch on deeper connections (or something).

What are your writing weaknesses? Endings. Aren't they everyone's? Titles. And my pacing can be off sometimes. I think I get away with it in fic-writing for the most part but I have a few fics that aren't as "tight" as they could be. There are a few words/phrases that I rely on too much. And I'm sure I have a bunch of others that I'm unaware of.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I haven't done this much and I really don't venture outside French if I try it. I rely on friends who are native speakers to make sure I'm not saying anything off the wall.

First fandom you wrote for? Titanic 😍 I had to save Thomas Andrews. He looked so sad and despairing winding that clock at the end. I should have probably saved Leo too but let's just assume in my version, Kate scooched over let him share the door XD

Favorite fic you've written? Impossible to choose. I love them all. Okay, okay, Sunrise on the Jade Sea. But only because you're forcing me to answer <3

Tagging: @clarasimone @gettingovergreta @toas-tea @bridgr6 @crushermyheart @heatherfield <3 Or be like me and tag yourself ;)

[mollycoddle707]

Detective Satan and assistant MC [Obey me Fic+Art]

A/N: Hello @tulipsaisle ! I'm your secret Santa! I decided to write a fic about an adventure with Satan and the mc :) I hope you enjoy it and - MERRY CHRISTMAS HOHOHO

Thanks @lemeowade for organising this event <3

(Btw I didn't get to proofread it, 'cause it's exam period for me now haha, I used this event to justify procrastinating lmao)

Rating: General Audiences

Word count: 1275

Masterlist

“Aha! More footsteps! Let’s follow them.” Satan cried out. You had been following the same trail of footsteps for 20 minutes already. You crossed the street, walked past majolish and that one store where Levi gets his manga. “Are you sure that it stayed within the city?” you asked, “If it left the city then there is no way we’ll find it again.” Satan wagged his finger. “Tsk, no no. Rule number one of sleuthing. Never give up once you have a trail. We will find this cat, even if it’s the last thing I’ll do!”

(1 hour earlier)

You and Satan left the catcafé after a well deserved break. A couple of weeks ago the place opened and the two of you had already become regulars, the cats even looked up when hearing your names. Quite adorable. “Did you see how Nifty rubbed her hear against me?” Satan asked, still on a high from the affection he got from the feline. “I did.” You responded. “It was so adorable! And the bell around her neck clanged so happily when you started playing with him.” Satan smiled more at that comment. The cats really seemed to like him and it was the biggest piece of joy in his life. You decided to head back to the house of Lamentation, because you still needed to study for a human charming test. Memorising spells sucks. You thought. You were looking around, trying to find anything and everything to use as an excuse not to go home when you suddenly saw Asmo running across the street. “GET BACK HERE YOU THIEF!” He yelled. “What is this all about?” You commented. Satan looked up, seemingly indifferent about the situation. “Hm? Don’t know, don’t care.” He said as he walked past his screeching brother. Asmo continued as he continued running into an ally. “GIVE ME MY NECKLACE BACK CAT! YOU FIEND!” …. Satan’s head whipped around and he came to a halt. “Cat?” He whispered. “Did he just say… Cat?” He enunciated every word. “I guess.” You said. “Let’s see what’s happening” He quickly responded. He grabbed your hand and rushed into the ally, following his brother. Wow, he switched his attitude quickly after hearing the word cat. You thought. However, you were very grateful to Asmo’s screeching. Now you could procrastinate more, yes! 

The two of you entered the ally and saw Asmo yelling to a furry creature sitting atop the wall that closes the ally. “I said! Give it back!” He cried. The cat didn’t seem to pay him much mind. He wagged his tail while holding on to a shiny gold necklace. “What is going on?” Satan questioned. Asmo turned around: “O perfect!” He said, tears welling up in his eyes. “I just returned from buying that gorgeous necklace. I was going to wear it to school tomorrow, ‘cause it matched a shirt I have perfectly. However,” He turned again, now facing the cat. “This little THIEF, stole it from me!” The cat wagged his tail again, content to be out of reach. “I have been chasing it all through town!” The cat purred, enjoying the show. However, it soon became bored. It turned around and hopped down to the other side of the wall. “NOOO” Asmo cried once more. How can someone yell that much? You questioned. “Now I’ll never find it again.” He dejectedly looked down. “No need to fear dear younger brother of mine.” Satan said in a voice that can only be described as the voice of a protagonist. “It is clear to me now. This is a case for a detective and his assistant.” He put on a detective hat and was holding a magnifying glass. Where did those come from? “We will find that necklace for you!” He grabbed your hand. “Detective Satan and his assistant are on the care!” You interjected. “Can’t we both be detectives? Why do I have to be an assistant.” “Because every detective needs an assistant, everyone knows that. And I’m not gonna be one, so..” He shrugged his shoulders and Asmo asked. “So, will you two return my necklace?” Satan put his nose up into the air; “Of course dear younger brother, no need to fear. You just return home and well find that cat and return your jewellery.” “Yay!” Asmo commented. “Then I’ll leave it to you! Bye bye you two.” His good spirits seemed to have returned. Asmo strolled out of the ally, leaving Satan and you by yourselves. Wait no. I mean detective Satan and his assistant! “So, where do we start?” You asked. “Find clues.” He responded. “So, lets follow the trail this cat left behind until we find him and solve the case of the lost necklace!”

(Back to the present)

“Satan, we have been running around for over forty-five minutes, we questioned a bunch of people and cats and we’ve lost our trail. Maybe it’s time to call it quits and go home.” Your watch indicated that it was almost time for dinner. Luckily it wasn’t your day to cook, but still, you had had it with the detective stuff. “No!” He interjected. “We still haven’t found the cat, nor the necklace! We can’t return now. Asmo will lose all hope.” Right, that’s the reason. Not ‘cause you wanna continue playing Sherlock Holmes. “Fine. However, if we don’t find any more clues in the next fifteen minutes then I’m going home.” You said, giving an ultimatum. “Deal.” he quickly responded. You let out a sigh. The cat had disappeared from your sight a while ago, the chance that you’ll find it again was quite slim. However, the blond haired demon next to you refused to give up. It was quite admirable. You continued your search, questioning more passerbys and cats. You wondered if Satan really had learned the language of cats or if he was just messing around in the name of ‘questioning their kind’. Several minutes passed with no luck in finding clues. You looked at your watch once more: “It’s been fifteen minutes, Satan. Let’s return, I don’t think we’re gonna find it again.” You said to him, “Let’s give this one to the cats.” Satan looked down dejectedly. You were right. “It seems the great detective Satan has failed.” He sighed. You grabbed his hand and started walking towards the house of Lamentation. You passed the bookshop, the grocery store, the cat café where you were sitting an hour and a half ago and majolish where the crime first took place. Your eyes swept over the small ally next to the store. A flash shooting across it. Huh? You thought. What was that? Satan was still walking next to you. At first he was unaware of your discovery, he was still gloomy about his failure as a detective. However, then he felt you slowing your steps and your gaze was focused on a dark ally. “What is i-” He started, but he was interrupted when you swiftly pulled him into the ally. “There it is! The culprit!” You yelled. “What?!” He questioned perplexed. You let go of his hand, stealthily snuck upon the cat (without being noticed) and grabbed the necklace that he was holding in his mouth! “Got it! I got it, Satan!” You celebrated. You had been victorious! Satan grabbed your shoulders, a smile on his face. “Good job! Detective Satan and his assistant do it again!” Your brows furrowed. You shook your head, removed the detective hat from his head and put it on yourself. “Wrong.” You paused, looking at him dramatically. “It was detective MC and assistant Satan who cracked the case.”

[charkyzombicorn]

Hi hello there. I got personally mental ill over Ocean God Jinbe and his war against drugs/ devil fruits. I was just barely holding myself back by the skin of my teeth due the sheer plethora of ask you already have. But I can do it no longer. My apologies . I've been living alone in my musings for too long.

Okay to start! This question has been rattling in my head!

When a devil fruit lands in the sea, what happens? (In one piece the ocean treats it like a regular old fruit but Jinbei is an active Force with thoughts) Does he Yeet that out of the water like "yo get that shit out of my turf" or they sink like rocks ( Guess what land fuckers you don't get to eat them. I took them out of circulation) . He hates these fruits so much. I can't see him being normal about them in their raw un eaten form.

(I know the second one probably won't happen canonically but him just having several grand devil fruit cave that he just Chucks them into. caves that have little pockets of air so he doesn't have to touch them ever again- is really funny and far too proactive .) ( It could be both. it'd be real funny if it was both. If he gets too sick and tired of yeeting/ floating a damn fruit around he will take them and put them on a Shelf still far too close to him but at least it's not running around.)

( It's probably the smartest thing he could do and to prevent it from happening to all the fruit maybe he'll just get yelled by brook???? or betrayers - fish mens that want profit and/or power - keep raiding the fruit cave - sells the fruits - putting them back into circulation.)

It could be a known element where there's Fishman guards AND )

Like I said. I'm getting far too into it. And there's more thate. Gods aren't supposed to be this involved. I know. It is probably going against something that you've already written down. I know. but I needed to get this out of my head.

Hello! I've been procrastinating on answering more asks but I love this I'm so sorry I can't answer things quickly typically

It depends on the fruit! Paramecia and Logia he stashes where he hopes they will never be found, but never close together because if a wandering D manages to find where he hid one they won't find multiple (D's are good at doing exactly what Jimbe doesn't want them to do, or most or all of the gods, it takes a while for Jimbe to understand why Luffy made this will to oppose the gods but he gets it eventually). The closest devilfruits to eachother Jimbe will risk are the 3-4 stuck in glaciers on an island made of ice, and those are the ones like the pet fruit that he's especially morally disgusted by, because he can sort of half-guard them in ice (ice is a mix between water and rock in this au so Brook also knows they're there). Zoans, however, have souls. Jimbe is deeply invested in souls having freedom, even ones made to live as objects or parasites, even ones he hates so distinctly. He takes Zoans to Chopper, since he is god of creatures, and trusts Chopper to care for the souls (even if that means giving the fruits to those Chopper deems worthy).

Also, every god makes up their own rules for interacting with the world, but the general consensus is not to rule over any part of it. None of the gods really Want to rule the world or any other world (except Maybe Teach but Teach wants to rule his void and clean it of anything and everything to exist so idk if that counts). The gods are guides and observers mostly, now that the world is made and it's cycles are mostly self-sufficient. If the gods really disagree they either avoid eachother or fight and fighting just hurts the world they love so most arent fans and will join in until the fight is all against one.

[hiccanna-tidbits]

AKGHBKUEFYDGJ when I tell you I just BARELY got all my submissions from last year's Hiccanna month in in time for this year's Hiccanna month--

Truly I have levels of procrastination inside me that most college students can only dream of.

So anyways, here's a moodboard for a fic I wrote a full-ass year ago. A moodboard that I made...last week XD Better late than never, I guess?

The fic is We're at the movie scene where everyone drowns, and it's also posted both on my AO3 Infrared_Ultraviolet and my ff.net Infrared-Ultraviolet! Go check it out :3 Hopefully I'll have the time and energy to write more full-length one-shots for Hiccanna month this year, but we will have to see! I'm a working woman now earning the big bank so I can continue to pay my internet bills and maintain the fandom lifestyle XD

Anna gets to have terrible insomnia because she is my beloved projection blorbo and she gets to deal will all of my issues for me <3 But hey, it's not like it doesn't have canon basis! We see that she does in fact have trouble getting up in the morning (enough to make it a running gag!) and is pretty bleary and out-of-it when she does, which could easily be the result of not running on much sleep and (unwillingly) staying up late. We can also see pretty consistently that she's not what would be considered a "morning person" (although I have my doubts such a thing even exists in real life). Anna's pretty heavily ADHD-coded, which often has insomnia as a side effect because your brain will not turn off ever, least of all when you need to sleep. Things like time blindness when you get super into doing something right before bed or existing anxiety and/or paranoia that's exacerbated by the ADHD really do not help, either.

Anyways, I'm here to tell you that the fear of forgetting your sleep meds when you're going on a short trip/crashing at a friend's house is very, very real. Especially since you often don't realize it until everyone else is already dozing off and no one wants to take you to the pharmacy to buy more XD At that point, your options are a) start taking shots in hopes the alcohol drowsiness will put you to sleep or b) lie awake and get bored and angry and hate your life and also have no one else to talk to because everyone else went to sleep in under 5 minutes. Yes, it really is that bad.

The one upside is that there IS the possibility you will get to watch your crush sleep in a non-creepy way (like you didn't seek them out like a stalker--you just can't go the fuck to sleep and they happen to be 5 feet away!) and fawn over how cute they look doing it XD Which is the only thing that gets Anna through the night, I'm pretty sure!

Although being alone with the stars and the creature noises doesn't sound half bad, if you HAVE to stay awake XD Better than staring at the wall of your room, anyways! Still praying for Anna to get that Starbucks the next morning, tho ^^;

Man, I really wish my college campus had had a duck pond with amusing but occasionally aggressive geese. We had some pretty insane squirrels, but staring down a squirrel is just not the same as being chased by a hissing goose. This is something that I think should happen to everyone at some point, to keep humanity humble. Also being followed around by hungry honking geese while you try to evade them and go to class sounds like the exact kind of college shenanigans I needed in my life! Instead of the depression-laden mess it actually was ajnsdlkuhkuedgh

I love the idea of Anna kinda inadvertently memorizing Hiccup's freckle patterns and finding little designs in them, like constellations <3 She pays WAY too close attention to him, and it shows XD I remember back in college I was gone af for this one guy, and I noticed he had this freckle pattern on his cheek that kind of looked like a baseball diamond. And I adored the fuck out of it ;____; If anyone replaced him with a clone who didn't have that little baseball diamond, I would catch on SO DAMN FAST. I imagine Anna would do the same thing with Hiccup XD Ain't nobody swaps Hiccup for a doppelganger without Anna being ON THE FUCK TOP OF IT.

Pretty pleased with how this one came out! I kind of wanted to do a juxtaposition of dark pics with well-lit pics, and I think the end result turned out pretty decent! Also ended up with a green, orange/brown, purple, and black color scheme, which all go together surprisingly well :O

Any modern AU Anna would also definitely own that exact greenish-blue sweater. Just sayin!

As always, pic credits available upon request!

[lbulldesigns]

Time Travel Fix-It Fic

So a little while ago I made a post about foreshadowing in a couple of Powder's drawings, here's the link to it if you want to read it...

https://at.tumblr.com/lbulldesigns/700252698427179008/mqrmwpi0n00n

I mentioned a head cannon I had where Powder has clairvoyant esque abilities but wasn't fully aware of them, and ended up interpreting them in her art, hence why her drawings had so much foreshadowing in them.

Soooooo naturally I came up with an idea for a fic because I'm weak, and added it onto the long list of fics I need to write but haven't yet because I keep coming up with new ideas as I'm hashing out the details for current story concepts 😭😭😭

🤦 holy lord of procrastination, I'm beginning to understand how George R.R Martin feels now 😂😂😂

Okay so the premise of this story is basically a time travel fix it, but it's done differently because rather than characters returning to the past it's everything that happens in Arcane is just a really long and finely detailed premonition that Powder has.

The story progresses how it does in the show and then some with a brief summary of how (non-cannon) the events after S1 goes. So after Jinx fires the rocket, war breaks out between Zaun and Piltover which goes on for three years before the Void attacks Runeterra. Jinx, after years of fighting, sacrifices herself to close the gate that the Void creatures are coming out from as atonement for her past sins but the Void took so much life that civilisation is basically now gone.

At the moment Jinx dies she wakes up as Powder in her bunk at The Last Drop. She lies there trying to get her bearings, as she's being accosted with memories from the future and her memories from the last few days. The best way to describe how she feels is if two halves of herself are catching up with each other and comparing notes on what they've been up to whilst she sits there trying to follow along, she is left in this state of complete numbness for several days in which during this time her family are wondering why Powder is not talking or responding to anyone. She's expressionless, quiet, and operating on auto pilot (she's basically a living doll), which leaves them really worried about her because they can't get her to snap out of this state and Vi's really worried about what might have happened to make her little sister like this.

After awhile however she snaps out of it and has settled on having her older selfs personality, which is basically Jinx after she's managed to overcome a lot of her issues and found better coping mechanisms. When this happens she just breaks down crying, out of the sheer overwhelming emotions and realisation that she has a second chance to fix everything and make better choices.

She begins making plans on how to save everyone, whilst also hiding the fact that she has memories of a future that hasn't happened yet because she has first hand knowledge of what happens when people believe she's crazy whilst also trying to convince Vi that she's okay because her doll state has left Vi even more protective of her and unwilling to let Powder out of her sight.

Some things to keep in mind:

She's seen everything in the future, including other people's stories. Her premonition works in the same way as if she were actually watching the show.

She doesn't have the same insecurities as pre-premonition Powder because Jinx came to terms with a lot of these insecurities during the wars.

Piltover is still her enemy but she's going to fight them at a different angle then teen Jinx did and recognises that not all Pilties are greedy and immoral.

She doesn't know what to do about Silco, she recognises that he has the best plan (currently) to fight back against Piltover but she doesn't want history to repeat itself or for Zaun to go through a trial by fire like before.

She WILL do whatever it takes to save her family, all of her family.

And, she has retained knowledge of engineering, physics, and magic and will be utilising all of this going forward.

I want to avoid making her too OP, the aim is to make her use the knowledge she's gained whilst "growing up" but also keeping in mind that she will have limitations as she is physically still a child going through her awkward phase of childhood.

I welcome all feedback and ideas ☺️��️

[dark-nat-ones-blessing]

thinkin about julian and his Themes(TM)

(musing on my characters as metaphor for neurodivergence)

sometimes i think it's funny that i played Nuth and Julian back to back because they're such wildly different people - the teenage girl railing against an unfair world by aggressively staking her claim on it, all "fuck you, you're not my mum, me and my friends come first and the world fucking owes us one"

versus

A Regular Normal Human Man (Magic Edition) Procrastinating On His Magic PHD. just a polite, friendly, twenty-something man with an autistically intense interest in magical flora, who has lived a generally "good" life, and is equal parts terrified and thrilled by the amount of high-stakes drama his life now involves

the more time i've spent with julian the more i've come to realise he's as much an exploration of Difference and Otherness as nuth was. nuth was, "what happens when everyone knows you're different - when you're othered for something you can't hide?" and julian is, "what happens when you're able to fit in, just about? when being accepted is achievable, you just have to compartmentalise a little?"

julian's best friend is the outcast half-orc who lives in the rainforest and cherishes the beasts society goes 'ew' at. they met and were fast friends within days. because (on julian's end, he knows) the only difference between the two of them is that if julian walks into a room, nobody stares. he has the ability to pass as Normal even if he's happier out on his research trips, exploring bogs and jungles knee-deep in moss, than he is when he has to smarten back up and return to the academy. julian feels quietly stifled in the halls of the academy, he has passions for a subject his peers find low-brow and not worth attention, worthy of light mockery. nobody else's spellbooks are stained with sap and pigment from crushed petals. wizards don't enjoy crawling around in the mud. but julian does, very much!

and there's a bittersweetness to julian's determination to write an encyclopaedia that would put his name on the map of magical discoveries. there's part of him that hopes that if he achieves enough then he'd be taken seriously. and he's scared of being taken seriously, because other people don't love the things he loves the way he does. he would happily spend the rest of his life studying maximilian, because maximilian is a marvel. but he knows that, to reap the rewards of recognition, he might be expected to just...hand the creature over for tests he's sure are unnecessary, might harm it, blinded by academic intention and no care and no love.

julian's theme asks, "what happens when your Otherness is most visible in the things you're passionate about and that make you feel most alive?" and i'm like LMAO i made two characters back to back about my history with The Autistic Experience:

Part 1: Teenhood) I Can't Mask And You Can't Make Me, Bite My Freak Ass

Part 2: Twenties) I Can Mask And It Is Purgatory, I Don't Think I Like Being Acceptable, I Like It When I Don't Have To Be Acceptable Actually, Can I Just Quit, Is That A Thing You Can Do?

julian+heather is just the biggest Finally Finding A Neurodivergent Friend Who Gets You Metaphor and i love that for them.

[idiacide]

Request for Headmage Crowley's reaction when you ask him for a date? (Seriously, there isn't enough Crowley love out there!)

TRULY dire crowley puts on the plague mask every day, and for what? No bitches??????? (For the sake of this I'm just gonna assert, Reader isn't a student lmao).

Dire Crowley

So here's the thing about asking him on a date.

You have to actually get a word in edgewise to do that.

This is gonna be harder than you thought.

Sure, you'd think the strategy would just be to head him off at the pass, try to open the conversation yourself and just say your piece before he had the chance to interrupt. Foolish naivety on your part.

"So Dire," You said, sliding up next to him in the library. "We've been seeing each other for a bit now and-"

"Yes we have! Also, my friend, I'd ask that you keep your voice down. This IS a library after all."

"....Right," You say, tactfully sidestepping the fact that his booming voice cut through the silence far louder than your whispered inquiry did. You drop your voice a little anyways. "And I was-"

"Oh, I don't mean to be harsh with you." He shakes his head almost mournfully, the beak of his mask nearly smacking you in the face as he puts an understanding hand on your shoulder.“I simply wish to keep this as a space where my students can study and sharpen their abilities with optimal focus.”

“That makes-”

“I’m such a benevolent educator, aren’t I?”

“Yes-”

“Aaah, but if only that benevolence could help me here.” He gives another somber shake, releasing your shoulder to gesture at the massive books open in front of him. “Quite the puzzle before me, do you think perhaps-”

“Dire!” You say, a whisper that comes out more like a hiss than you mean it to. You feel your face heating up when he turns back to you, mouth still half open. Still, you’ve stepped off the board, only thing left to do is twist this into as graceful a dive as you can. 

“I was....I was wondering if...y-you’d maybe like to go get some coffee, or something.” You barrel through the last words like a high speed train, god is it hot in this library or is it just him.

Crowley doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, a miracle in and of itself. You see some flickering behind the dark glass of his mask that might be blinking. “...To discuss this matter further...?”

“If you’d like.” You say quickly, before he has the chance to pick up steam again. “But I was thinking of it more...like a date.”

Silence.

“If that’s something...that you’d be into. With me.”

More silence, goddamn is this a library or something. For a split second you almost spit out a just kidding...Before his mouth twists into a smile so sweet its almost childish.

“I must say, I’m a little flabbergasted, my friend.” He snaps the book closed, not breaking his gaze with you even as he rises in a fluid motion to stand. Crowley slides it back onto the gap in the shelf it came from, his magic whipping the others on his desk off to their home sections. “You beat me to it.”

“I....what?”

“Come along!” He holds out his hand to you, beckoning almost impatiently. “I’ll do better than coffee, dinner is much more appropriate for an evening of this nature.”

“Right.....right now?!” Now its your turn to have your flabber thoroughly gasted. You stare at his palm like its an alien creature, until he flexes it once more and you slide your hand into it.

“Of course! It wouldn’t do for me to preach against procrastination to my students only to do the same in my own romantic life!” He tugs you to your feet and you find yourself nearly pressed against his chest as he ushers you out the door. 

Despite the fact that everything is happening, so much, right now, you can’t help but feel your heart beat a little faster at the proximity. His grip on your shoulder is warm and secure, and as he leads you into the corridor he beams down at you/ “Its a little short notice, but I have a place in mind that should give the proper ambience. My, but I am a generous man...”

[asscandles]

Hello !!! I really liked ur writing (also the fandoms you do are chef's kiss) and i wanted to request for Mondo, Togami and Fuyuhiko (separately of course) with a very touchy (short 👀 I'm like 5'0") reader, who likes to squish their cheeks, hug them and give lil smoochies, sit or have the boys sit on her lap and other stuff like that? (It'd be cute if it were a mutual crush situation but I don't mind platonic either) Thank you sm in advance if you write it !!

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ!! ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ + ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ

Mondo Owada

Honestly, he never thought he would ever be in this position.

Him? The Ultimate Biker Gang Leader? Receiving a constant supply of affection?

Ridiculous. Improbable. Impossible.

Oh, but don’t get me wrong. It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy the attention. But after he accidentally shouted at you in embarrassment when you complimented his eyes, reflexively crushed a pencil and consequently showered you with the splintered wood when you ambushed him with a hug, and fled from the premises after you innocuously offered to massage his shoulders… the idea of you sticking around in his life seemed unfeasible.

But here you are.

It doesn’t take him long to grow accustomed to the attentiveness and devotion you always treat him with.

“So, we should close off this area and tighten our control around this neighborhood. Oh, and maybe--”

“Uh, sir? What’s… um… What’s..?” One of his men tentatively pointed to where you were clinging to Mondo’s back, legs constricted around his waist and arms looped around his neck, blinking blankly at the man standing before you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Mondo didn’t even flinch. “Anyway, as I was saying--”

Mondo really doesn’t mind when you cling to him in public. In fact, he appreciates the warmth of your body and the unexpected sense of security that holding your hand gives him.

But, he starts to draw the line when you stand in front of him while he’s sitting, smiling sweetly as you squish his cheeks and giggle about how adorable he is. He always flushes a florid shade and averts his eyes from yours. He would never tell you, but whenever you do that, he feels so defenseless, something that the rest of his crew should never know about.

That’s why he tells you to keep such intimate actions private. When you two are alone, you can squish his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses as often as you want. You understand this, and you’re always ecstatic whenever you walk in on him somewhere he’s alone.

You’re so short he loves it omg.

He thinks that watching you struggle to reach his face with your lips is so funny. He will often poke fun at you by either pretending to not see you or lifting his chin even higher. When you finally give up and try to storm away with a huff, he captures you in his arms and lifts you off the ground while you grumble indignantly.

Okay, but when you press yourself against him and wrap yourself in the loose fabric of his jacket so that it covers both of you? BITCHHH he melts.

Due to your short stature, you often find yourself seated upon his shoulders. At first, Mondo was taunted by his friends for quote-on-quote “having his head buried between your thighs,” but Mondo easily dismissed their teasing. He knew that your intentions were nothing less than pure…

Even if he initially was nervous and sweaty at the idea of being so… so close to you.

Mondo always treated you as if you were made of glass. Since you’re so small and he’s so muscular and tall, he always feared that a single bump or scratch would absolutely eviscerate your bones and pulverize your internal organs. For a while, he had been worried that he would forget about his own strength and accidentally hurt you. So, it did take him a little longer to reciprocate your affectionate.

That being said, he nearly flipped his shit when you nonchalantly asked him to try sitting in your lap. His brain was pumping out ideas at ninety miles an hour, but his lips could only communicate half of them, leaving him stuttering and nearly choking on his saliva. He was certain that he would crush your body beyond recognition if he tried.

No way. No. No. Absolutely not.

He’s cool with having you seated on his lap, though. In fact, he even encourages it. Having such a stunning gem to show off to his men during meetings stokes the flames of confidence within him, often resulting in a shit-eating grin and a protective hand on your shoulder or around your waist.

You get unlimited access to Mondo with his hair down, you lucky bitch.

You’re absolutely bewitched with how soft his hair is as it slips through your fingers like rivulets of water, the opposite of how it feels when it’s gelled into his usual hairstyle. You spend a lot of time combing your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp. Mondo finds it extremely relaxing, and he often comes to you whenever he has a headache or needs an extra push that will lull him to sleep.

Byakuya Togami

Before you appeared in his life, he had never been subjected to genuine love and sentiment. In his world, it was either surpass or be surpassed. Mercy was not an option, and competition was all he knew. As a result, he views everyone around him as inferior and lesser creatures.

When you first started to show kindness to him, he thought that you were merely pitying him because he spent so much time by himself. This led to him holding you at an icy distance and shooting scathing remarks in your direction.

However, you were steadfast in your determination to make Byakuya a part of your life. It took some time, but soon enough, you had earned a place in his heart.

He wished that he didn’t know how it was possible for you to have become such an essential part of his life, but he did. No matter how many times he told you that you were annoying, a distraction, or disgusting, it was clear that you were absolutely unaffected by it. You knew that his dislike of you wasn’t personal. Your tenacity is what caused his harsh words to dissipate in his throat and him to surrender to the prospect of developing a relationship with you. 

You were strong, and he understood that now.

It definitely takes him a long time to accept your clingy nature, and even then, he sometimes feels suffocated by the surplus of affection.

It doesn’t mean that he completely brushes you off. It just means that you have to be more sparing with your ministrations.

He sees nothing wrong with allowing you a quick hug or to hold his hand in public. If anyone says anything about it, he will deadass act like nothing is happening. He knows that if he acknowledges it, the chances of him becoming openly flustered will skyrocket.

He would never be able to live it down.

Anything else you would like to do to him, he prefers to keep it private.

Wow, that sounds suggestive.

Whatever, let’s proceed.

He’ll gripe and complain about you being heavy, but he never pushes you off or directly tells you to get off when you burrow your way beneath his arm and curl into his side while he reads. He’ll just sigh and settle his arm around you with the tiniest, most discreet smile.

He can’t help but chuckle to himself when you remove his glasses so that you can wear them instead. His chuckle flourishes into a genuine laugh when you promptly yank them off, your stomach churning in protest of your warped vision.

When you hold his hand in private, you pay a lot of attention to his fingers. You toy with them, marveling at how strong they are despite their slender appearance.

So, kisses are a thing.

“What was that?”

“Uh, a kiss.”

“Revolting… Do it again.”

A common thing, actually.

You plant kisses everywhere that you can: his fingertips, his cheeks, his shoulders, the back of his hand, his nose. He never fails to blush red as a rose, often pulling away and pressing the back of his hand to his mouth.

If you want him to complain in mock disgust, press a sloppy, prolonged kiss right in the center of his forehead.

If you want him to squirm, brush the softest kiss you can manage to either his collarbone or the shell of his ear. Biiiitchhhh…

ANYWAY, THAT’S NOT THE POINT--

Surprise, surprise. He loves poking fun at your height. How shocking. How absolutely unbelievable.

Like Mondo, he finds amusement in watching you balance on your tiptoes as you try to kiss him. You, however, combat his devious snickering by seizing his crossover tie and yanking him down to your height, catching him off guard. Then, all he can do is inwardly grumble about his blunder while you press a kiss to the corner of his lips

He once actually sat on you to trap you after you tried (and failed) to tickle him. He wasn’t expecting you to laugh gleefully and wrap your arms around his waist to anchor him to you. Since you were enjoying what he deemed a punishment, it was no longer pleasurable for him. He finds it embarrassing to voluntarily sit on anyone’s lap--let alone the lap of someone remarkably smaller than him. He sees it as a role of submission. Need I explain more?

He won’t complain if you sit on his, though. Well, I lied. This bitch complains about everything. It’s more like… he won’t reject you if you end up on his lap.

But about a half hour into whatever the hell this “cuddling” thing is, Byakuya discovers that the combination of your weight and body heat is an interesting catalyst for the onslaught of fatigue that he’s been procrastinating for the longest time.

You happen to doze off first. But upon awakening, you notice that Byakuya’s head is resting against yours, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. His book is closed beside him.

Ngl, you thought he was actually going to rock your shit the first time you squished his cheeks. His frosty glare was enough to make you draw back in shock, but it soon disappeared, accompanied by a sigh from him.

“You have one more opportunity to do that. Don’t waste it.”

Oh, you definitely don’t.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Someone is???? Smaller than him???

!!!!

That one inch of height makes him feel so powerful omfg.

Because of his job, he would rather keep any kind of affection hidden behind closed doors. The only people who he would let PDA slide around are those in his immediate circle, like his family, Peko, and whoever else serves directly under him.

He just wants to keep you safe, and he feels that the best way to do that is to not make it known that he has a soft spot for you.

You smile at the way his aloof, callous demeanor switches to a gentler, more amicable one when he sees you waiting for him to finish whatever job he’s been tasked with. His perpetual scowl melts away, the wrinkles of irritation blemishing his forehead smooth, and his distrusting, narrowed eyes round with an almost childlike, innocent delight.

You enjoy the latter side of him so much that it isn’t uncommon for you to cling to his waist and drop like dead weight, forcing him to drag you with him across the floor if he wants to return to work.

“Hiko… You can’t leave..!” You whine. “I’ll miss you..!”

“I’m sorry…” He huffs, taking another step while you’re dragged behind him like some ragdoll. “But I have things I need to take care of!”

You eventually sink into a heap on the floor when he reaches the door, making a half-hearted attempt to hold on to his ankles.

He chuckles and squats down in front of you. “I’ll be back later.” You sit up and sharply turn your head away with a pout. He gently yet firmly seizes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing you to look at him. “Promise.” His eyes are gentle, but you know he’s serious. You reluctantly release him.

“Okay,” you mumble. “Please, be safe.”

You know the, “When I was your age…” thing?

Yeah, Fuyuhiko does that shit. But, he does, “When I was your height…” instead.

A fucki.ng pO w  e R trip.

He really likes the feeling of having you on his lap. It makes him feel like he’s actually capable of offering security to someone. Bonus points if you straddle his lap and hug him close in return, resting your chin on his shoulder.

Back-hugs? Back-hugs.

The first time you snuck up on him and embraced him from behind, he almost knocked you tf out. But over time, he’s gotten used to it. That doesn’t mean you don’t manage to catch him off guard from time to time. Feeling him jolt and hearing him yelp in shock when you wrap your arms around his waist never fails to make you laugh. One time, you laughed so hard that your legs gave out and you tumbled to the ground, accidentally dragging him with you.

Whenever he’s stressed, kisses always seem to be the cure. Sprinkled across his cheeks, tracing the edge of his jaw, following the shell of his ear, pressed to his fingertips--you name it. Whatever you have to offer, he’s more than happy to let you have your way and shower him with love.

You pay special attention to his freckles. Whenever he’s had a taxing day, you vow to kiss each and every freckle on his face. When you’re lulling him to sleep with his head in your lap, you smooth a feather-light fingertip over his cheeks, playing connect-the-dots with his freckles.

But there are just some days where he needs to be the baby, y’know? On those days, he likes laying with his face pressed into your stomach and his body curled into your embrace. You watch over him lovingly, tracing the designs shaved into his hair with a curious finger and slowly massaging his scalp.

He needs reassurance every now and then, verbal or otherwise. You are always more than willing to oblige, filling whatever role he needs at the moment.

He always takes necessary precautions, such as locking the doors and drawing the curtains, before he allows himself to strip his soul bare and lay all of his impurities before you. This is a side of him that no one else must know about. Otherwise, his reputation would take a massive blow.

Speaking of “baby,” it’s no secret that Fuyuhiko positively despises his baby face. You, however, adore it. You like to squish his cheeks and coo about how cute he is. He never resists you, and will even play along by puckering his lips at you if he’s in a good mood. It doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t like his face, but if you seem to be fond of it, then maybe it’s not all that bad.

But if anyone else even thinks about touching him in such a manner, then that’s it.

Their ass is grass.

[kakiwrites]

taking refuge with the pirates

Genre: fluff

A Hanta Sero x reader

Synopsis: A time where elves, fairies, dragons, and other wonderful creatures live in harmony, how would you choose to live? On a pirate ship? Making potions? Who do you stumble upon along the journey? A soldier, a poet, a king? Well, that’s for you to decide.

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 a/n: writing this out of pure procrastination because our teacher gives us group works every single week to perform with no breaks. Thanks anon for the request! I really enjoyed all the sero requests because I didn't do him often. So finally, I can experiment and actually try to see if I could do his character or not! Hope you guys enjoy it! Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Let's get started!

 Finally, someone found you.

 Well, you found them.

 You were one of the maids sailing with the princesses and princes for a party when a hot-headed prince pushed you overboard because you didn't get your dish was. Ridiculous and cruel as It seemed, it still happened. You were luckily close to an old deserted island where you stayed for the next couple of days surviving off of rainwater and fruits bare from the trees.

 You were trying to spot small ships that might find your way when you hear yelling from the eastern side of the island. What was that? You went all around already to find no one inhabiting it. So why are there voices now? Were you just hallucinating?

 You hid behind the bushes as you saw a man with jet-black hair, tied behind in a messy ponytail and a girl with pink skin. Their outfits yelled out 'pirate' with bandanas and ruffed up tunics, pants and skirts, swords sheathed to their side.

 They seemed to be collecting some fruit from the trees and placing them in empty barrels to take back to their main ship which was rocking back and forth steadily.

 These weren't the kind of people that would take you in.

 You were about to turn away and look for another way out when you accidentally trip and made yourself known to the two pirates.

 They immediately paraded towards you, swords in hand. "state your name, spy." the raven-haired boy said with a scowl. Even though he seemed angry, he was feeling happy. Happy because he finally captured one of the coast guard spies and can finally repay his captain, Bakugo, with a little bit of fun, getting information out of the poor little girl.

 Poor… little… girl. He felt a void in his stomach. he couldn't decipher what it meant, But even then, he didn't waver, pointing his sharpened sword to your neck. You can feel the sharpness and you knew that if you say the wrong thing or try to make a run for it, you'll get slashed down without much of a fight.

 "I'm not a spy." you tried to convince them desperately, making the boy raised his eyebrow in question. The pink-skinned girl spoke up next, a smirk filled with anger and smugness on her face.

 "then what are you? Who are you?" she said, pressing her sword on your collarbone. You gulped and raised your hands.

 "I'm (y/n). I've been stuck on this island for a while." you laughed nervously. The boy, still skeptical, pulls his sword away and sheaths it back up. The pink girl doing the same.

 "come on mina, we don't have time for this. Captain Bakubro's gonna kill us," he said with a dark chuckle before walking back to the boat to load the barrels into them. Mina giggled, she was about to leave when she looked back at you pitifully. She lends her hand out to help you stand. You take it gratefully.

 "mina, what are you doing?" he asked, looking over the bush to see the girl chatting away with you and making you laugh.

 "sero, can we take her with us?" she pleaded, pushing you forward, well, too forward as you stumbled and fell, just in time for the boy to catch you in his arms. You felt your cheeks burn hot as you looked away. Sero cleared his throat before standing you upright then looking back at mina who was giggling to herself. He didn't even realize until he gazed down that he was still holding you by the shoulders.

 "y-you okay?" he asked you, trying to keep his voice from cracking and embarrassing himself. You smiled at him, your smile was really infectious, making sero smile at you too.

 "perfectly okay," you said. Just then, mina rushed over and immediately helped you into the boat without any further questions. Sero tried to regain his composure before hopping in and rowing the boat away from the shore and next to the bowl of the ship.

 The other crewmates lower the rope and start helping their two members by carrying the barrels onto the poop deck. "denki, Eiji! A little help here!" mina yelled out as she ushered you up the ladder right after sero. The boys, denki, and eijiro, stared at you as you stepped onto the deck. Everyone stopped and stared. Your gaze fell to the ground. They were gonna kick you out just as you thought you were finally going to get out of that place.

 Sero stood in front of you, obscuring their view of you. He stuck out his pinky from behind his back for you to take for comfort and you do so. Sero was as pink as mina as everyone started laughing to themselves.

 The laughing garnered the attention of someone in the captain's quarters. The man burst open the door, the murmurs and laughs fell silent as the blonde swept over the room only to spot you sandwiched between sero and mina, who just got on board.

 "sero. Who is that?" the man, who you assumed was the captain, said. Sero gulped before looking at the blonde eye to eye.

 "We found her stranded on the island, captain Bakugo. I wouldn't just leave a fair lady all alone." he said in the best confident tone he could muster.

the captain, bakugo as sero called him, rubbed the bridge of his nose. "and who is going to take care of her? Teach her the basics and pick up her slack huh?" he said. Mina was about to speak up when sero looked back at her and shook his head, clearing his throat to get the captain's attention once more.

 "I'll take full responsibility for her captain." he simply said. Luckily, captain bakugo didn't seem to be a stubborn person when It came to new people. He just grumbled before looking back at all three of you.

 "Okay then, you better not be bullshitting me hanta. You're going to watch her every move got it?" the captain said. All eyes were on sero once more. He adjusted pulls his pinky away which made you sad but not before his hand finds yours and he squeezes to keep your spirits up. He looked back at you. He had a smile that could make anyone swoon over. His eyes glistened and shone with some kind of passion you can't put your finger on. He was looking at you with so much… trust and hope. Even though you couldn't tell what he was thinking, mina could read him like a book.

 Sero felt love at first sight.

 "I would gladly take care of her sir."

 ITS SO SHORT schoolwork popped up and I was suddenly brought out of the mood. Sorry if it looks rushed or bad because I think it is. I kinda also changed it up a little, so hopefully that's okay with you guys 😊Requests are open by the way so please don't be shy to leave anything In my inbox! Love you guys ♥️💖💕

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[braincoins]

I'm gonna go again with my fav fic prompt, Lance and Coran making a mess. This time, they try shopping/cooking/DIY of some sort? Thanks in advance. :D By the way, procrastinating on one fic by writing lots of smaller ones is still procrastinating.

((It’s part procrastination, part ‘Help me remember why I like this effing fandom’.))

“You can’t even bake cookies without help?” Coran scoffed.

“I can!” Lance retorted indignantly. “But I can’t read Altean well enough, and I want to know what I’m putting into these.” Lance frowned around at the various ingredients he’d been able to find. “Hunk is sick and he deserves the best cookies ever. Unfortunately, my grandma isn’t here, so he’s gonna have to settle for ...third best.”

“Let me guess,” Coran said, “Hunk’s are second?”

“Of course. Have you had his cookies?”

“Well, they make handy scaultrite lens replacements.”

“One time, Coran! THAT WAS ONE TIME!” Lance was not about to let a challenge to Hunk’s cooking go... well, unchallenged. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around his waist so it’d be out of the way. “Okay, we’ve got the milk.”

Coran turned a little green. Lance grinned and continued listing off ingredients. “So we need flour, sugar, butter, eggs...”

“Hold on, you need flowers for cookies?”

“No, flour. You know, like white powder that you make bread out of?”

“Oh!” Coran picked up a box and offered it to him. “Strange word for it, but there you go.”

Lance opened the box and peered in. It did look like flour, so he assumed that was good enough. “I don’t remember how much we need, but... a lot. It’s the main ingredient. So I’ll just eyeball it.”

“You’re going to do what to it?!”

“NOT THAT.” Lance dumped some flour into the bowl until he was satisfied it was enough, then set the box aside. “Now, sugar. Need lots of that, too. Preferably brown sugar.” Coran looked just as confused as he had when “flour” had come up. “It’s like little tiny rock crystals, only sweet.”

Coran circled Lance’s pile of ingredients, shaking his head until he plucked out a small bag. “Ah! Here we are. It’s not brown though.”

“White’s fine.”

“It’s not white either.”

“Well, what color is it?”

Coran opened the bag and peered inside. “I’d put it at a puce.”

“Let me see.” He snatched the bag and looked inside. Aside from the color, it did look like sugar. “Eh, close enough. Who knows, maybe it’ll give it a kick.” He dumped in a bunch of the puce sugar. “Okay now, what’s next...?”

A Half-Varga Later

“Well, how was I supposed to know?!” Lance screamed over the din of the alarms. “You were supposed to be translating for me!”

“I was!” Coran shouted back. “You were asking for weird things that I didn’t know! I was doing the best I could!”

“Can’t you shut those alarms off?!” 

“AIM OVER THERE!” Coran hollered instead, targeting a particularly large gout of fire.

“I CAN’T! I’M CONTAINING THE COOKIE BLOB!” By which Lance meant he was finding various pots and bowls to try to collect the seemingly non-stop rainbow-sherbet monstrosity oozing out of the oven.

Half the kitchen was covered in blob - including Coran and Lance - and the other half was on fire.

“Lance?!” Pidge shouted. He looked over his shoulder to see her, Shiro, and Allura standing in the doorway, eyes all wide as dinner plates. “What are you doing?!”

“Uh, we could use some help?” Coran pointed out. Allura rushed in to get another fire extinguisher.

“WHAT IS THAT?!” Pidge shrieked, pointing at the oven as another large blob glopped onto Lance’s shoes.

Shiro looked to his right and then ran off. From the hallway, Lance could hear Hunk asking, “What is it? What’s wrong? What happened to the kitchen?!” It sounded like Shiro was trying to calm him down and also keep him from seeing his beloved kitchen in its current state. Thank you so, so much, Shiro.

“Just... find me a bucket, will you?” he hissed at Pidge.

Currently taking ficlet prompts so that I don’t explode and ooze all over everything like a rainbow blob creature.

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prinxiety- danger (I'm craving some angst on this cold night)

Heeeyyy this was meant to be three sentences but you know what? It’s eight chapters now. Huzzah.

At last, I try my hand at fic writing! This is my first multi-chapter fic, so please go easy on me, people. The fic is already completed, so you guys don’t have to worry about getting emotionally invested in a fic that is doomed to never be finished. This fic is primarily Prinxiety, but it has some wonderful tidbits of Logicality despite the prompt from my dear friend cel. Thank you cel; without you, this fic would not be possible. 

Here’s how this is going to work, folks! I’ll post one chapter every other day (yell at me if I forget) both here on my Tumblr and on my AO3. I hope you all enjoy it!

Read it on AO3 Here!

Escapade: Chapter One

“Roman, listen, I know I may be sounding really boy-who-cried-wolfish right now, but this time I really think this is a bad idea.”

Roman turned at the sharp tug he felt at his wrist. Looking up, he saw Virgil staring at him with an expression of sheer desperation and fear. The anxious side was clinging to his wrist, still too unsure as to whether he was comfortable enough to hold Roman’s hand.

They were standing outside the doorway to Roman’s room, the entryway to a land that was full of equal parts wonder and mystery. It was home to a variety of flora and fauna, creatures of Roman’s creation, but also home to a number of goblins and beasts that had somehow found a niche in so bright and happy a place. They provided Roman with a reason to vent his princely desire to protect, so he often went on quests to annihilate them so that he may have people like Virgil over for Disney movie marathons. It was deeply annoying to Roman to have these gentle moments with his boyfriend interrupted by the caterwauling of a banshee or the devilish snickers of a gnome.

But the most terrible and dangerous of beasts was the feared Dragon Witch, a creature of terrible might that was a menace to all present in Roman’s kingdom. She was of course a child of Roman’s powerful imagination, but she was infused with an almost indestructible force; teenage insecurity. Yes, Roman had created the Dragon Witch with the involuntary help of Virgil back in Thomas’s teenage years, when the man was dealing with the frightening development of hormones, homework, and homosexuality. In sheer desperation to alleviate his negative feelings, Roman had accidentally created a dragon that also had the power of witchcraft. She had been wreaking havoc on the mind palace ever since; a lot of Thomas’s memories were lost because of her, as she went on frequent forays to destroy everything she could before she got tired and returned to her cave to sleep for another few months.

Roman had recently been tracking her sleeping pattern very carefully, and, with the statistical help of Logan, had pinpointed another Dragon Witch rampage to be scheduled for this week. And so, with his sword slung over his shoulder and a care package Patton had shoved into his hands, he bid the Sides farewell. Logan and Patton had let him go with only minor apprehension.

Virgil, on the other hand, had been more reluctant.

And thus, he had chased Roman to his door, and begged him to stay behind.

Roman, not breaking his gaze, gently put down Patton’s parting gift and slung off his sword. His throat suddenly felt swollen with constricted tears. He was stricken by an intense pang of love for the man before him, a sensation that started in his chest and extended to every part of his body. He reached out, and gently pulled Virgil closer, one hand wrapping slowly around his waist, and the other tenderly cupping his soft cheek. Virgil, unsure what to do with his hands, stood awkwardly, his hands at his sides. He was unable to look directly at Roman for extended periods, even now when they had been dating for months. It was one of his many nervous habits.  

“You don’t sound like that at all, love,” Roman murmured, “I know you never utter any warning without good reason.”

Virgil tore his eyes away and stared resolutely at the fallen sword and scabbard. He nibbled his lip, his blinking increasing; Roman knew that this was his way of stifling tears. “I just feel like…like something bad is going to happen. I-I can’t explain it.”

He looked up at Roman, his eyes heavy with tears. “I really think you’re in danger this time, Ro.”

Roman blinked at the nickname and at the assertive tone in which Virgil made his prediction. He sighed, resting his forehead against Virgil’s, forming his words carefully.

“Verge…I’m always in danger. Every time I go in my room there’s always a slight chance that something bad is going to happen. And I was content with that for a while.”

“Was?” Virgil interrupted, swiveling his eyes back to Roman’s.

“Was,” Roman assented, “Until we started our relationship.”

He tenderly kissed Virgil on the forehead, and smirked gently at the blush that instantly appeared on the anxious side’s face. “The Dragon Witch is very manipulative. If she finds out about…us…she’ll find a way to get to me. And she would do that-”

“-By getting me.” Virgil finished flatly.

There was a thin silence.

“Please, Virgil, understand I’m not blaming this on you,” Roman murmured, swiping his thumb over Virgil’s cheek to brush away a tear that had spilled from his eye, “Being with you has made me stop…procrastinating on my mission. It’s made me realize that my lack of action can have consequences. Serious consequences.”

His finger gently traced a fresh, pink scar along Virgil’s jaw; a memory of an encounter with a goblin in Roman’s room the week before.

“…You got that goblin, though,” Virgil muttered.

Roman smiled, gently pulling Virgil closer and burying his nose in his hair. He breathed in his scent, a pleasing mixture of mint and cinnamon that he had grown to love over the past few weeks. He would miss it on his journey.

“I did, love, but they are all under the influence of the Dragon Witch. She is the one who sends them after us,” he murmured, “With her gone, it would be easier to…remove them. And you’d never get hurt again.”

Roman tensed only slightly when he felt unsure arms wrap around his waist, and squeeze him tightly. He felt Virgil move forward, and moved his hand away so that Virgil may bury his face into the crook of Roman’s neck. The love he felt deep in his chest throbbed achingly as he felt Virgil shaking with tears.

“I-I don’t want you to go,” Virgil whispered, his voice cracking.  

Roman sighed, wrapping his other arm around Virgil’s waist. He had always imagined having a tearful farewell with a lover before he embarked on a perilous quest, but fuck, he had never imagined it to hurt this bad. Now that his lover was finally here, and now that he was finally begging him to stay, he felt completely torn, like a dog’s favorite chew toy. In a way, Virgil as a lover was teaching him more about princehood than any of his past adventures.

Roman’s heart ached. He could feel Virgil’s heartbreak in the way the man shuddered with sobs, in the intensity in which he hugged, and in the way he placed his full weight in Roman’s arms.

“…I-I don’t want to go either,” he murmured, running his hand through Virgil’s unruly hair.

He felt Virgil stiffen, and he pulled away suddenly, an accusatory look in his wet eyes. “Then why are you leaving? Why won’t you stay?” he hissed.

“Because if I don’t act now, Virgil, all of you are at risk!” Roman replied sharply.

Virgil looked reproachful, and he quickly snapped his jaw shut. Roman cringed.

“…I’m sorry, Virgil. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just…I just got to call you my lover…and I can’t stand the thought of losing you at the claws of something I should have taken care of sooner.”

Virgil softened at the apologetic gleam in Roman’s eyes, and gently placed a chaste kiss on his cheek; all was forgiven.

Roman gently tugged at Virgil’s waist, asking in gesture for him to lean forward. When Virgil obliged and pressed against his prince, Roman almost convinced himself that he could wait until next month to vanquish the Dragon Witch. Maybe she wouldn’t cause too much damage this month. Maybe he should stay…

No, he thought, I can’t take that risk.

“I have to go,” he murmured softly into Virgil’s hair.

There was a moment of silence, before Virgil shakily nodded. “I know.”

Roman wrapped his arm around Virgil’s waist once more, and carded his fingers through the anxious side’s hair. Virgil looked up, and locked eyes with Roman. He saw the determination in his gaze, an emotion that was coupled with intense sorrow. Virgil still had a little trouble figuring out when Roman was acting or when he was truly emoting, but this time, he knew the Prince was genuine.

Without hardly a conscious thought, Virgil leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss onto Roman’s lips. The Prince’s eyes fell closed, and Virgil was quick to follow suit. Roman pulled Virgil closer so that he may absorb every sensation he felt in the kiss; the weight of Virgil in his arms, the heat radiating from his hoodie and his lips, the strength behind the arms wrapping him up in a heartfelt embrace.

They broke apart after a few moments, mouths barely apart as they merely breathed, their eyes still closed. Roman could feel Virgil’s warm breath on his lips, and he could taste the cookie he had stolen out of Patton’s care package earlier.

He wanted to stand there forever, always savoring Virgil, but he knew he was wasting precious time. Logan, after an hour of crunching numbers, had predicted the Dragon Witch to rise tomorrow at midnight. As she resided on the other side of his kingdom, he had to move fast.

Roman opened his eyes. “I-I really have to go, Verge.”

Virgil scrunched his eyes shut tighter, and bit down on his own lip. Roman was afraid he would force him not to go, but the anxious side nodded, and unwound his arms from the prince’s waist and backed away.

Roman immediately felt cold.

When Virgil reopened his eyes, they were glistening with tears once more. He nodded, a jerky bob of his head. “I know.”

Roman slowly picked up the care package, taking care to ensure it was carefully tied. He reached for his sword and scabbard, but found it to be gone. He opened his mouth to say something, but felt gentle hands placing the familiar leather weight around his shoulders.

Roman straightened up after Virgil had made sure the sword was properly strung across his shoulders. The anxious side stood back to admire his work, a faint smile of pride quirking at the corner of his lips.

“You’ll be back in three days, right?” Virgil asked quietly, but in a tone that scarcely managed to hide a command.

Roman grinned. “On my honor.”

Virgil blinked, and nodded, his hands sinking deep into the depths of his hoodie pockets. He watched as Roman turned and opened the door to his room. Instantly, sunlight and birdsong leaked out into the hallway. Roman took one step in, and looked like he was about to shut the door, before he turned around and threw a wink at Virgil.

“I love you, Verge.”

“…’Love you too, dork.”

The sunlight and birdsong vanished along with the Prince as the door clicked shut.

The hole in Virgil’s heart slowly began to fill with dread. He sighed, flipped up his hood, and went across the hall to his room. He shut and locked his door before Patton or Logan could intercept him and offer him awkward sympathy.

Three days was a long time to wait.