#wippets

[jamiesfootball]

Blue rose pastries! (Not tentacle monsters.)

These are so mesmerizing. Have a snippet!

“Sam looks like he can handle things on the fly because he trains so much, but he doesn’t do well with surprises. If something unexpected happens, he freezes up. If I’ve gotta move the ball on the fly, it���s going to Dani. He likes a little spontaneity.” Roy made another note- “Put Sam in more situations.”

[yaoiboss]

sabolaw anyone?

[shibaraki]

accidentally quirked into a cat and taken in by the guy ur in love with but he has no idea that it’s you yeah I’ll write that

[weaselmcdiesel]

just a couple of my fav fantrolls to draw in their pyjamas

[heart-0f-a-rebel16]

I’m gonna throw up these dorks are so cheesy

[phoenixiancrystallist]

425 words of an adorable Frey and Knell interaction for @cruelfeline :)

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"You're quiet," Frey said since the sound of her footsteps and nothing else just about drove her nuts.

"I'm sorry," came Knell's immediate response. "What would you like to talk about?"

Frey shrugged. "Nothing, really. I'm just used to Cuff chatting my ear off."

"Ah."

And that's the end of that conversation. Frey frowned at the overgrown road in front of her. Not even the wind as it rustled through grasses and flowers helped. Bodhi cavorted a ways off, also silent. No playful mews or anything.

Athia had no goddamned right to be so fucking quiet.

"It's simply that you told me we were done talking and I'm trying to respect that," Knell said in a rush after they'd dealt with a pack of lymnocyon. Frey's feet stopped and she raised her left hand to look at the jewelry.

"Just about the plant." And Frey's romantic interests; no way in hell'd she bring that up again just in case Knell pounced on it. A beat of silence preceded a noise of comprehension from Knell.

"Ah. It seems I once again misunderstood your request, Frey. I'll try to do better in the future."

"Nah, it's cool. At least you're polite."

"Oh, well, thank you. I do try"

"Did you do that with Bobbi a lot?" Frey asked as she resumed her trek. "Misunderstandings and all that?"

"Not in particular," Knell said. "But she so rarely made requests of me."

"Not very demanding, huh?"

"Oh, no," Knell chuckled, "no, I simply took responsibility for the predicament I accidentally thrust upon her. I suppose in so doing I assumed a more... matronly role than is appropriate to take with a Tanta."

"Yeah, well, don't put me on some kind of pedestal or anything," Frey said, half grumble.

"I assure you, I'm not. There's simply a matter of propriety—"

"Look." Frey sighed. Not the tone she'd meant to take; too damn snappy. She tried again. "We're gonna be stuck together for awhile. I've got shit to do and I can't let you just fuck off to do who knows what in Athia, you know?"

"Of course, Frey. It's perfectly understandable." Sounded like Knell meant it, too.

"Right, so, I'm not cool with all that pomp and circumstance bullshit. Treat me like Bobbi. I'm just like her except I can move shit with my mind. Okay?"

"This is... highly unorthodox," Knell admitted. "I'm afraid it quite goes against my nature to treat a Tanta so casually. The most I can promise is that I will try, Frey."

"I'll take it."

[novemberhush]

I’m posting this in the hopes that it’ll make me actually finish something (slightly) longer than a drabble. (Nobody hold their breath, though.)

Anyway, this is from a fic that was originally supposed to be a drabble (which I started back in August of last year and then abandoned) for a set of prompt words from the @sterekdrabbles blog, but there was no way I could make it work in just 100 words, at least not in the way I wanted, so, if I do manage to finish it, I’ll be submitting it to the @sterekdrabblesgonelong blog instead. Check both blogs out for all your Sterek needs!

“Derek! Come on! Dance with me! Pleeeeeeeeeease!” Stiles wheedled, his speech grown more slurred since he’d disappeared into the heaving throng on the dancefloor with Erica hours before and not looked back. Clearly they’d found the bar at some point.

Derek sighed the long-suffering sigh of ‘too sober for this shit’ people everywhere.

“How much alcohol has he had exactly?”

An unrepentant Erica shrugged, smirking, before an unsteady Stiles, swaying like the pendulum in the old grandfather clock that used to stand in the hall of Derek’s childhood home, interrupted with a question of his own.

“Are you scared?”

I tag @all-or-nothing-baby @stellarmeadow @chaoticfandomgirly and anyone else who feels like sharing something they might be working on (doesn’t matter if we’re mutuals or not). No pressure on anyone who doesn’t feel like sharing/have anything to share.❤️

[giggly-squiggily]

I’m not allowed (self imposed rule to not change my blog theme up until May 1st), I know I’m not allowed…

I’ve done it now, too bleeding late. (It’s Arthur time.

Fics resume May 1st!)

[anatomyfordisaster]

"Sebastain listens to x y and z band"

"No no he listens to x y and z!!!"

That motherfucker listens to whatever I put on I bet his music taste is ass

[jamiesfootball]

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Here's a snippet from a project I started before season three aired. Not sure if I'll get back to it but I might:

First time Colin met Jamie was as a starter in the U18s during a Wales v England match. Colin played first string the whole season. Football was something that came easy to him. While he wasn't likely to be the next Gareth Bale or Chris Gunter, and he was shorter than most of his teammates by a head, he was scrappier, hungrier, angrier than anyone else he knew - on the field or off. The coaches were always on him to take it easy or he'd tear something, but it was lip service at best. They kept him on because he was a force of nature: block, cross, shoot, it didn't matter. He couldn't be pigeonholed. He was inconspicuous and could slide pass the bigger players before they realized where the ball had gone; he was a threat. So Colin had walked into that match with England full of teenage vigor, thinking he was hot shit. Then at the 57' mark England took an injury, and Jamie Tartt took the stage. In the next thirty-three minutes, he'd also take Colin's self-esteem and a fucking hat trick. Nothing in his young life had prepared him for the look of intensity on the other boy's eyes as he stampeded down the field like the fucking Tasmanian Devil. He blew past Ellis and Bowen like a tap dancer, and when Colin came to tango, he was helplessly tangled in a series of checks maneuvered like a game of chess. He tripped on his feet. Got up quick with rage in his blood only to get nutmegged, the ball slipping cleanly between his unsteady legs, before Tartt took his first breakaway of the evening. The remainder of the match seared into his brain like a bloodbath. A chip shot in injury time sealed the fucking deal, the ball breezing overt the goalie's fingertips to bury into the net. Colin couldn't even blame his short legs for not keeping up. Him and Tartt were the same height. It was a lesson Colin had put other players through but never learned for himself: that you were only as good as your world was wide. The next time they met Jamie was fresh on loan from Man City. Colin called it: the guy didn't remember him at all.

[tenderhooked]

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thank you my beloved em!!! another wippet from the second chapter of the ending where you finally find your way home:

“You passed out,” Sam said before Dani had a chance to offer another wildly implausible lie. “We’re taking you home so you can rest.” “Uh, correction,” said Jamie. “You were taking me home. Now I’m awake and I ain’t going nowhere with you.” He had moved past the fact of his passing out with remarkable speed. Sam filed that away for later and crossed his arms, attempting to project an image of authority. It was easier than he’d expected, considering Jamie was currently about ten years younger than him and donning a fairly ridiculous haircut, but it didn’t feel right. It fit wrong across the shoulders, like a coat he hadn’t grown into. “We were taking you home and we still are,” he said. “You live with us. You—it’s your home.” Jamie blinked. “I what.” “You live with us,” Dani repeated. He rocked onto the balls of his feet. “Or, your—your older self, he lives with us. Which means you do, too. By logic.” “By logic,” echoed Jamie, unimpressed. “We won’t force you to do anything,” Sam interjected. “I promise, Jamie, we won’t. But we would very much like it if you did come home with us.” There must have been an undercurrent of honesty to his tone, a tender genuinity, because Jamie went still and his expression—fractured, almost, a fragile breaking that split the shell over his face and revealed to Sam its soft interior. His stomach cramped. Here was his friend. Here was the ghost. And the ghost opened its mouth and said, “I s’pose I can do that.”

[yaoiboss]

only just recently caught up on one piece and they’re all i can think about

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

roses be upon ye 🌹🌺🌹🌼🌹

Thank you thank you :)

Here is a rough bit I’ve just written from the 5+1 of Higgins giving good advice and the one time he didn’t, tentatively titled Dear Leslie:

The match was a disaster. The team was no doubt devastated. And things seem to be going from bad to worse as Leslie approached the changing room to see Beard forcibly remove a swearing, unkempt man from the facility. Leslie watched the retreating figure with more than a little apprehension. The glimpse of sky blue told him the man was a City supporter, but how the man slipped past security, Leslie’s unsure.

“Fuck off you prick, let me finish things with my son. Boy needs to be reminded where the fuck he came from you Yankee fuck,” the man yelled as Beard dragged him out of sight.

Before Higgins had a chance to ponder what the stranger’s words meant, Ted rushed by him, looking like he had another bad fish pie. But Leslie knew better now, he knew it wasn’t food poisoning causing his friend to scurry away.

“Ted–”

“I’m good, go check on the team,” Ted called over to his shoulder and Leslie’s torn between his duty to the club and his duty to a friend.

The changing room was quiet. Too quiet. And if there was anything a father of five knew it was that silence was suspicious. The only thing worse than the eerie quiet was the choked sob that ripped through the space like a grenade. His shoes filled with lead as he took the final few steps into the room.

In the middle of the room, Jamie Tartt stood openly sobbing in Roy Kent’s arms. More than crying, he’s cracked open and the only thing holding him together is Roy Kent duct tape. Arms Leslie’s witnessed push the younger man plenty of times, now held him like a lifeline. Higgins could hardly believe this is the same Jamie Tartt who approached him for tickets two days earlier.

He’s just a dick. Every situation, he does exactly what a dick would do. Not much you can do with that.

Regret slammed into Higgins like a bus.

[weaselmcdiesel]

really quick and sketchy comic about alternia's most platonic kismesissitude

based off this post

[weasohsees]

Hii!!

Is there any trivia you can share about the fantrolls? Any of them in Quadrants, or perhaps even just friends? (Any dynamic really, I'm curious :O!!)

HIII YESSSS omg ok so i was already drawing this so i may as well add it-

ok so im incredibly biased bc hyrcan and asimia were my favorites before i even finished designing the group but theyre the BEST moirails and im thinking theyve been friends for a lonng time, havent decided exactly how they met though. asimia is a witch of rage so she's especially good at dealing with other's complicated emotions and it just so happens hyrcan is a very very messed up prince of life who needs some issues dealt with askfhd

also nessis has a crazy vacillating flush/pitch crush on hyrcan thats sorta driving him insane and hyrcan is completely unaware and would be completely unwilling to reciprocate and i believe asimia's the only one who can. deal with nessis adksjfh at least. healthily LMAO

i have random facts like uh three people have flush crushes on kattuz but she has that quadrant filled, celare and grisel used to be moirails until something crazy happened, havent decided what, so now grisel and rudere are moirails instead, and boveme and phioma are really good friends

thats all the stuff i have thats closer to concrete :)

[phoenixiancrystallist]

*whispers* I wrote a thing :D Just need to polish it up and I'll post it for Christmas, but I'ma share a bit of it bc I'm super happy about it 💜

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Cinta knew she could never atone for her sins, could never undo the hurt, could never erase the memories of loneliness, anger, and abandonment. What she could do, through a miracle beyond her design, was give her beloved Alfre new memories. Memories filled with love, and care, and togetherness, and laughter.

And song.

"Happy birthday to you." Cinta's voice wavered with her uncertainty. Frey's eyes snapped up to Cinta's again, wide with warring emotions. Cinta smiled.

"Happy birthday to you," she continued with more confidence, watched her Alfre's expression shift from incredulity to dawning horror.

"No."

"Happy birthday, dear Alfre."

"Oh my god, no, stop—"

"Happy birthday," Cinta finished, pulling her daughter into another tight embrace, "to you."