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adelaidedrubman · 8 months

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wip wednesday....... LOSERS’ edition.

(that’s every day with my characters but) i decided to kick off wip wednesday, and use it as an excuse to belatedly post the sentences written for the losers of the wip poll from a while back. in part because i lost the post with who wanted to be tagged in the losers post yeah. so, decided to share as a wip day buffet to the usual suspects instead (on that note, this is always a no pressure tag with no expectation you have to read in order to tag me back, but an extra bonus no pressure disclaimer please nobody feel obligated to read every excerpt even if you want to read one.)

sending tags TO my beloveds @henbased @florbelles @unholymilf @belorage @socially-awkward-skeleton @corvosattano @inafieldofdaisies @direwombat @roofgeese @shallow-gravy @derelictheretic @strangefable @8bitpizzacoupons @stacispratt @orionlancasterr @v0idbuggy @jackiesarch @nuclearstorms @strafethesesinners @firstaidspray @clicheantagonist @simplegenius042 @miyabilicious @ladyofedens-blog @nightbloodbix @poetikat @voidika @ishwaris @confidentandgood @ri-a-rose @cassietrn @wrathfulrook @schoute @bluemojave @afarcryfrommymain @trench-rot @blissfulalchemist @shellibisshe @roberthouses @indorilnerevarine (+ open invitation + psa i am moving to an opt-in tag list soon so if you would like to keep/start being tagged please like or comment here.)

without further ado, the wips that just couldn’t rise to meet the #HANKSWEEP. these are in descending order of number of votes, so longer excerpts towards the top. credit to @derelictheretic for the text dividers i used here to break it up + make it visually easier to read your excerpt of choice.

HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER: 8 VOTES. the john/jestiny fake dating post getting dumped by their respective polycules au. here’s 8 sentences i wrote for chapter three following the poll, which i’m hoping to be able to post in full sometime this week.

“You crashed my boat.” “No shit!” she spat back, butting her forehead against his. “You shouldn’t have been fucking distracting me!” His brow twitched, his body tensing further. “You crashed. My. Boat!” “And did you get some kinda fuckin’ head injury during it or something?!” she barked. “The boat crashed —” “You crashed —” “— you have sufficiently fuckin’ established that.” She shoved her hand harder against his collarbone, digging her nails into the mass of his shoulder. “So how about instead of sitting around goin’ off like a broken record you get the fuck off me and help me shove this thing back into the water? I’ll even give you the honor of driving the piece of junk back to the marina, since you have such a minnow up your ass about me doing it.”

FIELD NOTES: 8 VOTES. working title for jenna’s canon, set pre-reaping. i’ve had trouble getting this one started beyond stray excerpts because i want to format it in a style that’s new for me, epistolary storytelling through research notes, emails, etc. mixed with traditional narration. on that note, i played fast and loose with tallying the sentences here due to the first part being in segmented shorthand, so it’s technically over count.

8:14 PM - Luggage Inventory, Convent Living Quarters. -Small but visible damage to zipper on inner pocket of main suitcase. Bending of teeth bent at approx. two inches from base. Zips with minimal effort, contents of pocket accounted for. -Approx. 10ml fluid missing from water bottle clipped to handle, visual estimate. Check for leaks/transfer remaining fluid for lab analysis to be added to agenda. -Slight tears to lining at A gentle series of knocks drew Jenna from her journal, eyes settling on the peeling eggshell white paint and warped wood of the exterior door opposite the foot of her bunk. She flicked her eyes to the open doorway at her left to confirm that none of the women in the adjoining cabin appeared to have intentions of crossing the invisible barrier of privacy given to her as a ‘special guest’ with a ‘room all to herself’ and answering the knock themselves before climbing down from her bed to cross the short length of the room. She left the journal open with cover flat atop the mattress and pen tucked into its gutter. It would just as easily read as an accounting of damage done by the airline on the flight over, were John to keep up the established pattern of indirect but relentless restless prying. Jenna admonished herself for the intellectual laziness of making assumptions as she peered through the crack in the door she opened, finding it wasn’t John who stood there at all. “I just wanted to see that you were settling in alright,” Faith greeted with a soft smile, dropping the hand that had knocked to fold into the one hovering at her waist, lacing the fingers together with palms pointed towards the ground. She seemed careful not to touch the frame of the door, to do anything to tangibly intrude into Jenna’s space, but rocked forward on the balls of her feet to lean just past the threshold, in subtle elicitation of an invitation to enter.

INFERNO: 3 VOTES. a simple lil role reversal au, baptist!jestiny/deputy!john.

He was sure if there were any onlookers watching as he stepped gently and deliberately along the slick mud of the riverbank to weave himself into the throngs of faithful, they would think he looked less like a Deputy County Attorney approaching a potential key witness, and more like a moth drawn to a flame. All the better, he thought. He knew how to carefully craft a misleading image, too.

AMERICA’S SWEETHEART: 3 VOTES. i never really planned to write anything in this verse or make it a cohesive story, but if i were going to i would want to do it exclusively through the pov of people just trying to do their job being forced to interact with johnjess. so here’s me playing with that, and with trying to use present tense for something besides the opossum fic. also i did lines instead of sentences because there were lots of short ones oops.

“They were national news. Were,” Penelope corrects with a hiss of derision. “When they were tried. I’m not driving four hours to Hope County every time the court has to deny the habeas corpus petition of the month! I mean, for the love of god, Stuart — I was a Peabody nominee.” He shrugs as he folds in the temples of his glasses, carefully placing them on the desk beside his tea. “Was,” he grants flatly. “A nominee. You didn’t win.” The stiff leather of his chair creaks in complaint beneath his shifting weight as he pauses a beat, tacking on, “The paper will be generous with reimbursing travel expenses, of course. There’s a new little resort that popped up at one of the marinas I’ve heard is actually quite nice. Has a spa and everything.”

MINE’S BIGGER: 2 VOTES. a verse vague john/jestiny silly little oneshot that is nsfw adjacent (excerpt fully sfw).

John swatted away the hand attempting to puncture the delicate silk lapel of his robe with the point of the badge, knocking the bronze star down to clatter against the hardwood. “It doesn’t exactly require high-caliber deductive reasoning to see how desperately you’re trying to deflect right now,” he huffed, pulling up the neck of his robe with a protective grip.

JOIN ME IN THE SKY: 1 VOTE. a silly little john/jestiny airline crew au, john is a pilot and jestiny is a flight attendant. (ft. suffering crew members nick rye and mary may fairgrave.)

“What I’m doing is my duty as the Captain of this crew to see that its members are in line and following orders,” he bit out, shoving past Nick to take his place in front of the door to the absent flight attendant’s room. “Kindly see to it that you’re not the next subordinate in need of attention.”

…seriously? who the fuck was the one person who voted for wildfire? turn on your location i just wanna talk. but here. ““chapter 19””” or whatever

It had never been her particular habit, but as she watched billowing black smoke rise from the short, torn and twisted metal remnants of the frame of the silo with the heat from its explosion flaring hot on her cheeks, Jestiny thought she could understand now why some people enjoyed smoking after sex.

#also if the sentence count is wrong places i didn’t mention blame the sentence counter site i used not me.#wip #fic: hook‚ line‚ and sinker #v: field notes #(new tag added. maybe that will shame me into writing it.)#v: inferno #v: america’s sweetheart #v: join me in the sky #fic: wildfire

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sourplumjinx · 4 months

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Ehe,some hornii wip😳😳

My fingers hurt to the bone,help

#valveplug #transformers #cuntyformers #inferno #fortress maximus #wip

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tackytigerfic · 5 months

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๋࣭ ⭑☔ for the ask game please! ๋࣭ ⭑

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Hello, dear Apri! thanks so much for asking. I have quite a few of these. I would never say never and in fact I have started writing all of these, to various extents, but they have been languishing in my docs for many years now so may never see the light of day.

First we have the Theo Knot fic (my eternal thanks to the Theo Knot anon) and I do really want to write this one because I think it would be really fun to tease out the tone? Like, would it be more cracky or more angsty? I think in my planning doc for this one I had the idea to bring adult Teddy into it too, with a werewolf inheritance and maybe him having a crush on Theo and that would bring tension between him and Harry... Or maybe he even has a crush on Harry and his wolfy instincts just make things worse. anyway I am mentioning this here because I really want it to happen sometime!

I also had an idea for a sentient homes fic where Harry finds out he has a country house (also left to him by Sirius) but that the house is actually "mated" or paired in some way with Malfoy Manor. Harry and Draco hate each other, and their house start ruining their lives by trying to shove them together. Lots of potential fun for healing/ redemption arc/ post-war reparation stuff. Plus country squire deliciousness.

Aaaand one other fic I have a good few thousand words written of is a multi-POV quidditch fic where Harry is a washed up somewhat slutty Quidditch star, and Draco comes back from France and buys the team Harry plays for in a last-ditch attempt to save them from relegation. I had eight scenes planned in the POVs of people like Pansy, Lee Jordan, an OC who is a young French seeker Draco recruits, Oliver Wood, Ron, and so on. I think I also had a scene with Draco wearing... gold... shorts? and then the final sex scene would be in Harry/Draco POV. anyway. i think that would be fun as I've never done a full multi POV fic.

#i wont even mention my F1 AU #the one with the fiery crash #where he just walks out of the inferno #a comes back wrong fic?#maybe?#the french campsite fic where Draco leaves England after the war #the master of death fic where harry can't die and is reckless as a result and draco does die while trying to keep up with him #and then harry goes beyond the veil to get him back #or what about the one where draco is a researcher at the Ministry and works out a way to go beyond the veil to bring Sirius back?#anyway i must finish my current lovely wip and maybe then i can get cracking on some of these!#drarry #asked and answered #wip ask game #rowing and writing

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elhuei · 9 months

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Writer Q&A | Tag Game

Thank you to @mthollowell-writes for tagging me! 💞You can find their original post here! :)

1) What motivates you to write?

(Stories are like ghosts that haunt my thoughts and writing is the only way to exorcize them) I'm motivated to write the kind of books I want to read + the sort of characters I want to read! Not enough black lesbian girlies in fiction so I gotta do my part by releasing them into the wild 💅🏾

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

I'll share the first few paragraphs from Little Infernos! Its old + I shared it before but it lives in my head rent free <3

Possession is an impossible skill to grasp. The doctor told her as much. “Think of yourself as a ghost,” he’d said, with a chuckle and a thin-lipped smile. Play pretend. A game to take her mind off the terror of stealing back her body from whatever’s taken it the night before. Remember, start small. The tips of a finger, a big toe, maybe even a whole pinky, if she was feeling so bold. Slip back in, one part at a time. This time, Dante is sprawled out in a bed of Ponderosa pine-needles. Bitter moss and loamy soil weighs down her tongue, pebbles rolling hard behind her throat. Aftertastes of pondweed and eelgrass. A ring of trees loom overhead, peaks fading into a dark and stainless sky. She moves her right index finger first, dragging in a breath of dirt and timberland air as she revels in the prick. Something small. Next is her left finger, then her pinky and middle. Soon, she is grabbing a fistful of earth and leaves and morels, propping herself up on empty arms. Another fight to push herself back into her body. The thin-lipped doctor says it’s sleep paralysis. Her father says it’s demons, the ones which drew her to Beau. Web M.D. also says sleep paralysis, so it must be true.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Hmm Dante from Little Infernos! She just like me fr (in an alternate universe where I'm a little freak who has little freak things happen to her.) Since I focus on my fantasy projects so much I don't often get to explore more contemporary characters. I love Dante because she's the kind of black girl we don't often see in media (shy, quiet, introverted, ✨feral✨) and I get to aspects of myself in her that I can't quite replicate in my fantasy wips.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Worldbuilding! I love building out worlds for fantasy projects, and thinking about all the little intricacies that go into developing a fleshed out world. It's super time consuming, and if I don't reign myself in it can become a never-ending process, but it's so much fun regardless.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Hmm I think I'm fairly good at scene/setting descriptions! Ironically enough I do suffer from White Room Syndrome during first drafts because I tend to focus more on dialogue/character interactions, but during editing I think I do well setting scenes + making the worlds I'm writing about feel alive.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I love how friendly and encouraging everyone is! We're all here to write our silly little stories and obsess over our silly little characters together :)

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I used to use Scrivener to compile all my worldbuilding notes (personally I don't enjoy drafting in Scrivener lol) BUT I've recently started using Notion and I love it so much! Very easy to use and satisfies my urge to make all my notes ✨aesthetically pleasing✨ Its like having secret wip pages just for myself and I love it sm <3

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I love the magic system I've built for A Killing of Kinfolk! Mayhaps one day I'll make a more in depth worldbuilding post but tldr; all living things have magic (Kin) within them, some people can wield Kin while others cannot. A person's magic (regardless if whether or not they can wield it) essentially works like antibodies, protecting from outside sources of magic. Casting/using magic on another person is always going to be a painful, invasive, and if prolonged, deadly process. This makes the most prominent use of Kin, healing magic (Mendwork) extremely difficult. Healers have to work slow and meticulously to ensure they exert enough Kin to heal their patients without too much pain or further harm. There are other schools of magic within AKOK (seedweaving, bonewielding and banework) but Mendwork is by far the most complex and interesting to me. I really liked the idea of a magic system that's actively hostile to its user—a healing magic that hurts just as much. Very fun <3

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

READ! I feel like this is overused advice but I know all my worst writers block moments come when I haven't read anything in a while. I'm trying to be better about reading regularly and revisiting old favs when I get stuck to inspire me and remind me why I want to write.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I'm continuously inspired by writers such as @coffeeandcalligraphy , @fluoresensitive , @yvesdot & @seasteading, and I have to shout out @aninkwellofnectar , and my beloved @harehearts for being such kind and supportive writeblr friends 💞

I'll no pressure tag: @cuntylittlesalmon , @serenanymph , @thepixiediaries , @meerawrites & @tragicbackstoryenjoyer + anyone who'd like to join in!

#tag games.#q&a tag #writeblr #writers on tumblr #wip: little infernos #wip: akok

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potatolordofficial · 3 months

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1, 3, 10, 33 for dante! :3c

filling this out just reminds me how fuckin depressed dante is. get this man some therapy and also zoloft. also i was briefly possessed by dante's muse while writing this that's why its formatted like that

1: What is your idea of perfect happiness?

He thinks being free of his debt to the Raven, and living in the Ridge with hi husband, their children, and their neighbors would be his idea of perfect.

3: What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

He thinks if he was a little faster, a little smarter, a little not-this, that he'd be able to keep people safer. He thinks he's a hodge-podge of bad traits, and that if he could scrub himself clean and pick new ones, things would be better.

His anger towards others, towards himself, is what he deplores most.

10: What do you most dislike about your appearance?

He really doesn't like his nose, he thinks it's too big. No one else thinks so, Gordon actually quite likes his nose.

33: How would you like to die?

Isn't that the kicker, asking a man incapable of staying dead how he wants to go out. He's done it all, drownings, immolation, gunshots, stabbings--

He'd like to die of old age, in his sleep. In his bed. In his home.

#inferno wip #ask game answers

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thedeal-if · 11 months

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If it’s not too spoilery can I ask how the Ro’s would act if they were jealous? Like maybe the think the mc likes someone else. (I really liked your writing btw)

Ah thanks seriously😭 And dw I don't think it's spoilery at all!

Lol hive mind. Very convenient because as I was writing the original drabbles I really didn't like how they were coming out 😭 Ty for providing an actual scenario anon

The two of you are finally allowed a moment of tranquillity, just a moment is all you ask of lately, and it has finally been granted. You deserve it, you all do. A walk in the park is just what you need, and one of your companions is kind enough to grace you with their beloved presence.

When the unknown person approaches you it is definitely a surprise. There’s something hidden behind their back. They catch your eye, shoot a wide smile your way and reveal to you what’s in their hands: a delicate bouquet, pale pink tulips, white sweet peas and roses, and lavender posies. It reminds you of the softness of spring.

“These are for you,” the person says cheerfully. They fiddle with their hands, a crimson blush overcoming their complexion “I just— I thought you were gorgeous and I wanted you to have them.”

Dante doesn't usually get jealous. He's very free-spirited and feels like being jealous would be a little like trapping himself in a hole he can't escape. Oh, but if Dante does feel jealousy then it's a wildfire fire. He's always lived his emotions quite intensely. From his pov, everything is like a rollercoaster. Everything is too much, too quickly, and it's too awful. From MC's pov, they would notice Dante is sulky and a little quicker to snap. Anger is his main defence mechanism. Dante would also get very overprotective, directing this rage at whoever he thought MC liked. Lol I can't help but see Nathan being a dick about it but I'll hold back from adding him to the drabble.

Your eyes reflect your amusement, and maybe that’s the main reason Dante scoffs as loudly as he does. He stands next to you, petrified like he’s made of ice. But he definitely isn’t. Dante is close enough for you to feel the way his body temperature rises drastically.

“Scu—” Dante bites his tongue and swallows the Italian word before it spills. When he switches back to English, his words carry a certain force “Fucking pardon?”

The person who handed you the bouquet, visibly flustered, lifts both hands as if to placate Dante’s anger. It doesn’t work, it never does. If he’s a fire, any attempt to mollify him is a fan.

“Calm down. It was just a compliment, man,” the person laughs nervously “I didn’t know.”

“Dante,” you say before he can yell at them. The way he whips his head in your direction reminds you a little of a puppy expecting to be scolded.

You give Dante a look that says more than words ever could. It is also loud enough for him to hear beyond the haze of rage, and Dante sighs. Under his breath, he counts to ten in Italian—he only reaches number six before giving up and waving a hand in the stranger’s direction.

“Screw off, human,” Dante scoffs at them.

He eyes the bouquet like it has personally offended him—knowing him, it has. Dante holds his hands out, you hand it to him almost on autopilot. The Aeshma takes a step back, and you watch as he sets the flowers ablaze with the palms of his hands. That’s the moment the stranger decides to run.

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With the way Lilith has lived and the relationships they've had, jealousy was something they haven’t really felt. Ever. It's a little complicated and I think it's more fun if I don't explain and you all see for yourselves ^^. If she thought MC liked someone else Lilith would definitely feel upset though. But not too openly, more like a silent resignation. Lilith is very self-conscious she tends to overthink. So she'd definitely overthink the entire situation, though she'd never openly complain or vent to anyone. Actually, she'd be quite supportive of MC making a move on the third person.

There’s a faint snorting sound next to you, Lilith startles you with her sudden huff, a surprising sound that is maybe a little too mean, especially given the fact that this is Lilith laughing, and she’s probably the kindest—not person—creature you know. Her abrupt snort quickly dissolves into an amused chuckle, and it confuses even the stranger.

Lilith smiles sweetly at them. It almost seems innocent, the way her eyes crinkle. But you know her.

“No flowers for me?” Lilith muses with a fake pout. Your eyes flutter towards her big red rose earrings. Being put in the spot like that would embarrass anyone, and the stranger is no exception.

They flush but are unable to say anything before Lilith speaks again

“I’m kidding, of course. [Name] really is lovely, right?” she asks in a whisper, cocking her head towards you. As if you can’t hear her “The flowers are so pretty too! That’s so sweet. Right, love?”

One of your eyebrows rises at her antics, “Yeah, they are,” you admit.

Lilith sends a brief smirk your way. The stranger nods their thanks, red-faced.

“I’d have chosen a... hotter pink, though,” she says, her voice low, it has a faint reverberation that ties around her cadence like ribbons. Only you can hear Lilith's words.

You’d be blind not to see that, despite her nonchalance, Lilith’s very heated tone and her eyes full of affection are saved only for you to hear and see.

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I gave Josh the sin of envy for a reason lol. When it comes to people, he never does things halfway, if he really likes someone he likes them all the way (it's kinda the same with his friendships). Josh is kinda low-key the same with all his relationships: when he sees the person he likes with someone else he starts to seriously question his own self-worth. Much like Lilith he would never complain or vent. Josh is a person who prefers to deal with his own problems and insecurities himself, even if he doesn't really know how to cope with them healthily sometimes. He'd also be quite supportive while he's dying inside.

Josh gazes over the flowers with clear interest, a look that seems entirely out of place when you see just how stiff his posture is, and how tightly he’s gritting his teeth. You’re pretty familiar with his ticks and quirks after being friends for so many years, but this new reaction of Josh’s is new, strange and, frankly, quite thrilling. You didn’t think he’d be the type to be jealous.

“Thank you,” you tell the stranger politely. Josh echoes your words absentmindedly, like an afterthought. Like a child whose mother just ordered food at a restaurant.

He snaps back out of it quickly and smiles at the stranger.

“They are very pretty,” Josh nods “The flowers, I mean.”

The stranger tilts their head his way, but it’s you to whom they give a knowing look. It’s only once they’re gone that Josh speaks again.

“I didn’t know you liked flowers!” he says all too tightly. Focusing on the nice things and dealing with the big elephant in the room—his very obvious discomfort—is just such a Josh thing to do.

“It’s nice, y’know. Getting flowers.”

“Yeah,” Josh mumbles. He swallows and offers a tentative smile—too coy to be accidental, “I promise that the ones I’ll get you won’t look like you’re about to do a bouquet toss.”

Josh and future tenses—you know it’s a promise and not an empty hypothesis.

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Villanelle has one philosophy and one philosophy alone: if she ignores a problem it doesn't exist anymore. Sure she likes MC but it doesn't mean she has to like them forever (is what Villanelle tells herself when she starts to feel jealous). Villanelle believes that bad feelings can be willed away if she thinks positively and manifests an optimistic outcome. Would probably do a 1000 tarot readings to sort out her thoughts. (It doesn't really work most of the time, she still overthinks like crazy).

Villanelle releases a loud gasp before you can react, she leans forward to get a better look. You know the witch has a very intense passion towards flowers—plants in general, Villanelle gets fiercely defensive when you mix the two up—, so it’s not that strange for her to be more excited than you.

“Thanks,” you tell the stranger. Villanelle gushes over the pretty shade of lavender.

The stranger appears amused by the witch’s shameless elation. They promptly ignore her in favour of offering you a suggestive smile.

“No need, it’s my pleasure.”

The bundle of energy next to you appears to have found a way to quiet her restlessness. Villanelle has frozen a little, frowning at one of the roses. Her thoughts seem to have a mind of their own, and you fear that Villanelle is either having a vision or glaring at a nasty bug. You don’t know which one you hope for.

“Villie?”

“Oh?” she blinks and smiles at you “I’m peachy, don’t worry.”

She must be as peachy as she claims. Villanelle turns around and busies herself while you say your goodbyes to the stranger, thanking them again for the flowers. By the time Villanelle returns to your side, she’s holding two common daisies in each of her hands.

When your eyes land on her you can tell she’s blushing.

“I…”

Villanelle clears her throat, tries again.

“I give you flowers so often it feels weird not to collaborate on this one,” she explains earnestly. A frown interrupts her honest expression “Is that strange?”

“No. No, it isn’t.”

Villanelle grins widely, “Ah, good!”

One of the daisies joins the bouquet. The other, (you have to lean down for her to place/) she places behind your ear.

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It'd be hard to notice Victor is upset because his disposition seems serious and neutral all the time lol. Victor would definitely be the kind of person to be jealous and feel mad at everything when he's jealous. He wouldn't logically understand why he's feeling that way, he wouldn't be able to find a rational explanation and that would be so frustrating to him. It'd drive him mad. But Victor wants and he wants very badly despite himself. Rather than lashing out, though, he'd be much more prone to brooding. Probably would glare a lot at the person he thought MC liked.

The stranger and you establish what is originally meant—at least on your part—to be a polite conversation. You thank them for the flowers, compliment the bouquet’s colors. One thing leads to another and now the stranger is telling you about themselves, flirting skittishly and telling you about themselves. In all honesty, you have no clue as to why they might feel so encouraged. You know you wouldn’t be the same way if Victor glared at you the same way he’s glaring at them.

An irritated Victor—genuinely irritated—is a sight you know like the back of your hand. Hands that hold the bouquet he briefly glares at, too. Victor is angsty.

“Let’s go, Warner,” he says suddenly. The way he ignores the stranger’s presence is far from accidental.

Said stranger throws their hands up in mock indignation, “Dude, I was talking to them.”

The glare Victor sends them is renewed, more than angry. It seems to be more deathly than a knife to the throat.

“You look like you're trying to explode their head with your mind,” you comment teasingly.

His murderous eyes settle on you, and they soften.

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Aliyah is always so hard to answer asks for, her mind and life are an entire mess and a half. I think she'd be pretty divided in terms of jealousy? It really depends on her mood and day. Aliyah either can't be bothered to care and convinces herself that she's all that and that she shouldn't waste her time with MC, or she drowns in very self-deprecating thoughts. Most likely, Aliyah wouldn't even dare complain. Though jealousy is annoying, it'd be much scarier if someone realized she felt that way in the first place.

Aliyah’s hatred towards humans originally seemed like a one-time thing. Your kind is the Top 1 in her long ‘Aliyah’s comprehensive list of distasteful things she doesn’t ever want to see or hear from again.’ Though you’re clearly kidding, you wouldn’t be surprised if such a list exists. If it does, it probably has been expanded to include flowers and bouquets.

The flowers in your hand, specifically, appear to be the scum of the Earth—according to Aliyah’s very biased and opinionated mind, at least. She doesn’t say so outright. But the very disgusted grimace on her face can’t mean anything else.

Aliyah shudders, and you think she’s probably remembering the compliment the stranger gave you, “Seriously?”

“Huh?”

“You thought the hu—” Aliyah stops herself, grits her teeth, she seems to drown in some newfound irritation “You thought this idiot here was gorgeous and decided, what? To buy some shitty gas station flowers to prove it?” a loud snort follows, “Don’t make me laugh. That’s just so... pathetic.”

Very flustered, the stranger flounders with their answer.

“Excuse me?”

Aliyah opens her mouth to answer, but she seems to decide not to. With a groan, she crosses her arms defensively, turns towards you with a neutral expression and says, “I’m out of here.”

The Genie walks away, and you pretend not to notice that she waits for you to catch up.

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Nathan is a gremlin who wants attention 100% of time time. He might feel a little bad here and there if he thinks MC likes someone else but, rather than dwell on those thoughts and emotions, Nathan finds himself doing all he can to get MC's attention. In his mind, he hasn't been rejected and it'd be stupid to assume they can't just change their mind. In the privacy of his mind, Nathan would be surprisingly vulnerable about the entire situation. But if Nathan is known for something, that is barreling head first into situations with little to no thoughts involved. He's definitely not backing down until MC is with someone else, he starts liking someone else, or MC flat-out rejects his advances.

For a—not a person—creature as dramatic as Nathan, he doesn’t give much of a reaction. The angel looks at you, at the flowers, at the stranger, at you again, and then at your hands. You can tell he’s thinking, but you’re not sure you want to know what it is about. Nathan’s ideas... You shudder, remembering the long list of misfortunes that always follow the words ‘Guys, I have an amazing plan!’

But your fate is sealed when Nathan smirks. You lost.

“Hey, mate, where did you get these?” he gets his answer, waves at you and the stranger with a loud “Cheers! Be right back,” and leaves before you can say something.

By the time he returns, you’ve already said goodbye to the stranger. Nathan skips over to you like a little kid, excited to show you something. When you do a double take you notice two things: firstly, Nathan is carrying himself like he’s the embodiment of smugness, like the cat who caught the canary.

Secondly, Nathan is holding a beautiful bouquet of roses colored in an intense indigo—his favourite color—and carnations. He skids to a halt in front of you, half-lidded eyes anchoring on your frame.

“Oh, our new friend left already? Pity,” he sighs. Nathan moves on all too quickly for the sentiment to be sincere “Anyway. These are for you! I thought you were beautiful and I wanted you to have them.”

You snort, “Really?”

“You like my flowers, don’t you?” Nathan smirks, presenting the bouquet to you “You like them much more than theirs. I can tell~”

Your eyes roll fondly. You don’t deny it, though. It’s no use.

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Eden is very logical and practical but complicated feelings often go way over his head. He wouldn't get jealous, not because he doesn't get jealous, but because he's extremely oblivious about these things. If Eden thought for a second that MC liked someone else he'd probably avoid the feeling (he really hates drama), which might make him come off as cold, or like he's giving MC the cold shoulder. Overall he's the most upset about MC not making any extra time for them, which he quietly sulks about.

Eden is often quiet and only speaks up when he has something absolutely important to say. You don’t think it’s out of character for him to listen silently to you and the stranger.

They are very shameless and flirty at first but revert back to measured politeness once they notice you don’t seem all that interested in them. They say goodbye after a short chat, leaving you behind with the bouquet and an Eden with a small pout and a furrowed brow.

“What’s wrong?” you ask lightly, bumping your shoulder against theirs.

“Hm? Oh. Nothing. It’s dumb,” Eden waves a tired and dismissing hand “It doesn’t matter.”

“Eden…”

He sighs in defeat.

“I don’t know,” he reaches out boldly, takes the flowers from your hands and resumes the walk “Seeing you and them like that. It was really annoying.”

After a brief pause, amused, you ask, “Are you jealous?”

“What? Of course not.”

Eden’s grimace indicates his clear distaste for the topic. It drops too quickly, and he changes the topic before you can question him again.

#the deal #the deal if #i practically murdered both my wrists to get this done #This really felt like a crash course on jealousy lol ty anon #the deal act 1 #inferno #if wip #ask #dante #lilith #josh #villanelle #victor #aliyah #nathan #eden #ros #scenario

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