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A LA MEME. MDZS, Really nice guy who hates only you, hate at first sight?
It was totally inappropriate for a corpse to be popular.
But there it was: the Ghost General was more well-liked every day. He seemed to spend all his time wandering around rescuing maidens from monsters and lifting wagons off of old men. In a few years he'd be a hero of the people.
Even the cultivation world didn't expect harm from him anymore. Most of Jin Ling's peers addressed the corpse as qianbei; Jin Ling didn't, but he seemed to get on with him well enough.
Jiang Cheng hadn't actually said out loud, when he saw Wen Qionglin parting ways with Sect Leader Jin with an exchange of polite salutes, he killed your father, but he'd looked it. Jin Ling, fluent in Jiang Cheng's expressions, sighed.
"It was an accident," he said. "And he's apologized. And, you know, uncle, he was held prisoner by Jin Sect almost my entire life, you can't say he hasn't paid for it. And..."
And they had killed his whole family. And his older sister.
Jiang Cheng looked away. "Huh."
When Jiang Cheng had made his first, clumsy attempt at mending a little of the gruesome breach between himself and Wei Wuxian, the Ghost General had been there, glaring daggers at him from behind the Yiling Laozu.
It had been more disconcerting than it should have been, and Jiang Cheng had stumbled, interrupted himself, and fallen silent enough times that eventually Wei Wuxian had taken pity on him, reached out, patted him on the arm one time, said, "Good talk, Jiang Cheng," and extricated them both from the situation.
Freed from the burden of conversation, he'd returned Wen Qionglin's glare, and lost. Corpses didn't need to blink.
He didn't want the bastard to like him. Which was just as well since it was out of the question. Jiang Cheng had never for a second in his life liked Wen Qionglin; from the first time he'd laid eyes on him when they were youths he'd interpreted him as a pathetic, burdensome coward, and despised him for it.
Owing the man his life had made it worse--he hadn't even wanted to be saved, and it was Wei Wuxian's stupid horrible charm and habit of interfering where he wasn't wanted that had done it, and like hell had he owed anything, when that person's family had murdered his. (I owe him nothing, he'd told himself once, because Wen Qionglin had been the reason he lost Wei Wuxian.)
Another time, he found himself in both their company and drew apart, letting the Yiling Patriarch and the Ghost General play at being mentors to the youth. Neither of you lived to see twenty-five, he wanted to shout. What do you think you have to teach them?
Even Jin Ling...it made him furious. Furious to glance over and see a corpse's stiff face conveying softness.
Furious to look past the crowd and see Lan Wangji's eyes falling on Wen Qionglin with an unmistakable resentment. And to know that it wasn't the stiff propriety of the Lan Wangji of their youths, objecting to the heresy of that fierce corpse's existence; that it was the look of a petty, jealous man resenting the way Wei Wuxian knocked his shoulder together with the Ghost General's and laughed.
"Where do you get off hating Wen Ning?" he asked the next time he found himself alone with Lan Wangji. It was a stupid thing to ask, but if he let himself think about how they were threshing through the underbrush looking for Wei Wuxian, about the last time they had looked for Wei Wuxian together...
Lan Wangji ignored him.
Jiang Cheng snorted. "Okay. So maybe you don't hate him. But he likes you! He's so deferential it makes me want to puke."
Lan Wangji favored him with the merest hint of a sneer, just enough to show he was listening to Jiang Cheng talk.
"You're disgusting," said Jiang Cheng. "Do you really think he shouldn't have anyone but you in his life? That he's your property?"
Lan Wangji's stride broke. It was a triumph, in a way--Jiang Cheng had never thrown him so badly in all the years they'd known each other.
"Each man judges others by his own heart," said Lan Wangji, thick with contempt, and then he was walking ahead with pointed rapidity, determined to separate from Jiang Cheng, until staying together would have meant chasing after him, and Jiang Cheng turned and went the other way, muttering blackly.
In the end, fittingly, neither of them caught up in time to be of use. Wen Ning, with his homing sense for Wei Wuxian, had shown up out of who the fuck knew where and bailed him out.
Jiang Cheng stumbled upon the haunted spring just in time to see a sodden, bedraggled Wei Wuxian launch himself away from his pet Wen's supportive arm and fling himself against the upright form of Hanguang-jun, which bent around him with a reverent murmur.
Jiang Cheng was already turning away in disgust to head back home, hating that he'd let himself be dragged into this, when he heard Lan Wangji say with careful, solemn deliberation: "Thank you, Wen Qionglin. For taking care of him."
Jiang Cheng glanced back against his will to see the Ghost General saluting deeply, wide-eyed, infinitely humble, his murmur that it was nothing special, Hanguang-jun, nearly drowned out by Wei Wuxian's delighted shouting about how good his Lan Zhan was and how much Wen Ning deserved to be appreciated.
Jiang Cheng walked away.
Wen Qionglin wasn't rude to him. Not in any way you could point at. And he knew full well he'd be making an ass of himself if he tried to pick a verbal fight.
After all, they had killed Wen Qionglin's older sister.
The whole cultivation world had done it, but only Jiang Cheng had done it after Wen Qionglin saved his life. He'd told himself he owed no debt for that, and perhaps he hadn't, but the fact remained: of the two of them, one had been brave and virtuous and earned the loyalty of Wei Wuxian.
And one of them had been pathetic, a coward, a burden.
Jiang Cheng could never look at the man without seeing the look in his dead eyes across the length of Suibian.
Jiang Cheng had never been good at lying to himself, especially if the lie was meant to be comforting. He always tried it anyway. Comforting lies used to sound so true, in Wei Wuxian's mouth; he should never have gotten into the habit of relying on that. To letting that person think Jiang Cheng was someone who needed to be swaddled in falsehoods to give him the strength to bear up under his own duties.
Wen Qionglin was a kind, gentle, courageous dead body, shy and courteous and increasingly appreciated for his virtues, in this strange new world created in the wake of Jin Guanyao's disgrace. And whenever his eyes fell on Jiang Cheng they were cold, hard, flat, contemptuous.
Every time he looked at him Jiang Cheng could nearly hear him thinking, like a cold wind against the back of his neck: I should have left you in that heap of corpses with the rest of your family.
What are you worth, Jiang Wanyin, that so many should be spent in saving you? That Wei Wuxian would drag us all into the shadow of death to make you whole, only for you to turn your face aside when it was me lying there, and let him die for us without lifting a finger?
Selfish, whining coward. If only I had left you there to die.
If only, Jiang Cheng imagined spitting back, anger hot and bracing in his throat. If only! I never asked for any of it! How dare you expect me to repay you!
But Wen Qionglin never spoke any of the words out loud. He only looked, cold dead flat black eyes. A frozen river. Sometimes Jiang Cheng thought that if he lashed out hard enough he would break a hole in the ice, and be devoured whole.
#ask#hoc est meum#ramblebrambleamble#jiang cheng is projecting like a drive-in movie theater here to be clear#like he's not wrong that he is wen ning's least favorite living human being#but wen ning also doesn't generally think this hard about it lmao#or like about him at all if he doesn't have to#mdzs#jiang cheng#wen ning#ask game#reverse tropes#really nice guy who hates only you#this is like the opposite energy from my previous fill for the same prompt alkflkj;#writing#my fic#fanfic#realized these 'mini fics' are long enough to need a cut woop
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For the fanfic ask game - “Oh my god! Is that a hickey?” (Any characters/rating etc)
hello there, my friend!! oh this was so fun, I had to make this stobin and if my brain wasn't so fixated on big bang-ery right now, I would've turned this into something more <333
"Oh my god! Is that a hickey?" Robin screeches in the safety of an empty Family Video, grabbing Steve by the arm of his sweater and pulling him closer to inspect the purpling bruise blooming in the crook of his neck.
"No, Rob, I got into a fight with my mom's curling iron and lost."
He rolls his eyes and swats her away, subconsciously rubbing his neck to brush away the memory of Eddie's lips, and teeth, and and hands, so that he can focus on work and not how badly he wants him to feel it again... and again, and again.
"That wasn't there yesterday and you didn't have a date last night, you just hung out with... oh, holy shit," Robin's voice drops to a whisper and her eyes grow three times their size.
"Yeah," Steve grins. "Holy shit."
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Prompt: Thief
From the Land of Myth Discord Server: One Word Writing Prompt Game
Word prompt provided by BronteHeart
"That boy is a thief!"
The accusation echoed through the courtroom, unchallenged and unanswered. The cook who'd hurled it stood red-faced before the throne, with Merlin looking uncharacteristically meek beside her. He waited with his head bowed, his hands clasped firmly before him, not daring to lift his gaze from his feet.
Arthur didn't like it.
"What has the boy stolen?" his father asked, signaling his own servant to bring more wine. He was distracted today, and disinterested in such a petty case. Both boded well for Merlin, as long as the idiot didn't say anything to incriminate himself.
"Three rabbits," the cook said. "The very best in Camelot, raised by my own hand and intended for the king's table."
"And what proof do you have against Merlin?" Arthur cut in. It was a good moment—his father had turned to have his goblet filled, and he liked it when Arthur took charge of things.
"He was the only one who had access to their cages after I left last night," the cook said. Her manner was haughty, which would have set Arthur against her even if he hadn't known the accused. She was one of the most important workers in the castle, after all, and Merlin had only been there a few weeks. Uther would have taken her word over Merlin's and been done with it.
Arthur should have done the same. Instead, he folded his arms and said, "Merlin. Did you steal the rabbits?"
"No, sire."
At least he had the sense to use titles in front of the king. Arthur returned his attention to the cook. "Were his quarters searched?"
The woman hesitated. "Yes, but—"
"And were the rabbits found?"
"No, but—"
"Do you have any idea where Merlin might be keeping them?"
She swallows. "No. But I'm certain he—"
"I'm afraid that, without proof, I cannot issue a punishment." Arthur kept his head turned away from his father, trying not to read into the continued silence from the throne. "Should new evidence be found, I shall reconsider my ruling. Until then, I must dismiss this accusation."
The cook stared at him, but she had more sense than to argue. With a somewhat sullen curtsey, she mumbled an acceptance of his judgement and turned away.
"You are too lenient," Uther said, and Arthur suppressed a wince. "A night in the stocks would have wrung the confession out of him."
Arthur let his hands fall to his sides. "That was the last case for today. If you do not require my presence here any longer, I am due at the training fields."
His father dismissed him with a wave, and Arthur strode from the room. Merlin, who had stayed where he was in the middle of the room, hurried silently after him. Arthur led the way into the hall, nodding to the guards to close the great doors behind them.
"Thank you," Merlin said softly, once the guards had shut themselves in the throne room and left him and Arthur in the empty hall. "For believing me, I mean. I wasn't sure you would."
"I don't believe you," Arthur said, crossing his arms again.
Merlin blinked at him. "But... you—"
"I don't think you stole the rabbits," Arthur said. "But I'm sure you had something to do with it. So go on, out with it. Where are they?"
Arthur expected sheepishness, or possibly guilt. Maybe another attempt at a lie. Instead, Merlin raised his chin and said, "I released them into the forest."
Now it was Arthur's turn to blink. "You..." he said weakly, but was unable to think of anything else to say. "Why?"
Merlin looked away, a petulant expression crossing his face. "You wouldn't understand."
"Merlin."
"They were just... the cook kept saying how she was going to kill them, and they just kept looking at me, and their eyes were so big, and..." He trailed off, still not meeting Arthur's gaze.
Arthur took a calming breath. "So you released what was meant to be the king's supper because you thought they were too cute to eat?"
There was a pause, and then Merlin made a motion that was half nod and half shrug.
Arthur wanted to be angry. He wanted to feel the righteous wrath the cook had felt—which his father would have felt, had Merlin confessed before the throne. Instead, he felt a bubble of something light and unfamiliar rising up in his chest, something which may have turned to laughter if he didn't choke it out quickly enough.
So he twisted the sound that wanted to be a laugh into a cough and started down the hallway. "Fetch my armor," he said, clearing his throat for good measure.
Merlin took an unsteady breath. "You're not going to bring me back to your father?"
"You didn't steal the rabbits," Arthur said. "That's the crime I was asked to judge, and I've given my verdict. There's no use revisiting it now. But Merlin..." He turned to look over his shoulder, taking in Merlin's bright eyes and disbelieving smile.
"Yes?" he said eagerly.
Arthur sighed. He had a feeling he was going to regret the inexplicable fondness threatening to attach itself to his new manservant.
"Maybe avoid the rabbit cages from now on."
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things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear
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It’s the middle of the night at the Diaz house, and Buck is walking in unannounced.
He makes sure to be as silent as possible so that he doesn’t wake up Eddie and Christopher, even though his limbs are trembling and his sight is darkened by the lingering nightmare that woke him up, and he's afraid he might crash onto the first obstacle that will stand before him.
Buck isn’t expecting anyone to be up so late. He only came so that he could crash on the couch, and let his weary heart rest surrounded by the walls of the house he wished could be his home.
There’s light in the living room however.
Eddie’s soft-spoken voice floats up to Buck although he can’t make out what’s being said.
Oh, awkward. Should Buck just make his escape before Eddie notices him?
But no, they have promised one another to ask for help when they needed. If Buck wants Eddie to reach out to him when he has a nightmare, then Buck must reach out in return when he himself has one.
“Can’t you just let it go?” Eddie whispers loudly.
Buck frowns and steps further into the house.
Eddie is facing away from Buck who can see his computer’s screen from where he is standing, and he catches Sophia Diaz rolling her eyes.
Buck likes Sophia. He’s met her only a couple of times but she was a riot each time, and knew how to rile up her big brother like no one else.
Really, Buck doesn’t mean to eavesdrop. He truly is about to make his presence known but Sophia speaks up before he can, and this time, he’s close enough to hear her.
“Come on, Eddie,” she admonishes like only a sibling can. “You’ve told me weeks ago you wanted Buck to move in with you, why do you keep chickening out?”
“I don’t chicken out,” Eddie protests, just as Buck exclaims,
“You want me to move in with you?”
Eddie all but jumps out of his chair, spinning around, his hand going to his heart.
“Buck! What– when did you get here?”
In the background, Buck can see Sophia laughing.
“Just now,” he replies, a bit dazed. “You want me to move in with you?”
Any remnant of his nightmare is long gone, the happiness that’s setting his entire body alight, has extinguished the horror of the memories.
To Buck, Eddie is the sun, the light that guides him in darkness. His smile shines upon the lives of those he loves, Eddie quiets the cacophony of Buck’s mind with his rooted confidence, his affirmed loyalty.
Eddie is the sun and Buck would gladly go blind only for another glimpse of him.
Eddie is many things, and a coward has never been one of them.
“Yes, Buck,” Eddie admits, his smile soft and private. “I want you to move in with us.”
“Are you sure?” Buck asks, because he has to. “We aren’t even dating yet.”
It’s been hovering between them, unsaid, unacknowledged with words, but they both know. This is where they are going, and they are walking together toward the same end. They only take their times because they have both made mistakes before, with each other and with previous partners, and this is too important to rush.
The traits of Eddie’s face turn impossibly softer. If love had a face, it would be Eddie Diaz, standing in his living room, wearing gym shorts and a graying white shirt, as he stares at Evan Buckley with stars in his eyes.
“I’ve loved you for a long time, and I’ll love you for a long time still.”
Washed are all of Buck’s self-doubts. They will come back tomorrow like the tide returns to the shore, and Eddie will stand in all his grandeur and order the sea to gentleness.
“So have I,” he says. “So will I.”
And it should be fitting that the first time they say I love you to each other, it’s to confirm the longevity of their love.
Their journey together has not always been an easy one, but it is one that will continue for many years. All that Buck wants, is that it lasts for all the years that they have left.
They have been sharing the same path for years, ever since the promise of having each other's back. They were friends for a long time before they fell in love, or perhaps they have been in love just as long. Perhaps, to them, it's the same thing.
None of it matters though, only that they are here.
“I think that’s when you kiss each other,” Sophia pipes in.
Buck laughs, careful still to be quiet enough not to risk waking up Christopher.
“Why are you still there?” Eddie complains, but he’s smiling too.
“I had to make sure you wouldn’t mess it up somehow,” she says. “One can never be too careful with you two.”
“Well, we’re all set here, thanks for your help. Go be noisy to Adriana.”
“It’s not as entertaining.”
“Goodbye, Sophia,” Eddie says.
“Bye!” Buck adds cheerfully, waving at her.
The last thing they see of her before Eddie hangs up, is her sticking their tongue at them, her eyes sparkling.
“So,” Buck says in the quiet that follows. “We’re going to live together.”
“We are, yeah,” Eddie confirms with the same joy that Buck is feeling.
“And we’re dating, right?”
“We are dating, Buckley.”
“Copy that, Diaz.”
The space between them is unbearable, and so Buck walks into Eddie’s arms who welcome him like he belongs there. Maybe he does.
A mere two hours ago, Buck was waking up trembling, plagued by images of his friends bleeding out and dying. He was shaking as he got dressed, and he was so unsettled that he ordered an Uber rather than make the drive himself.
And now, Eddie is holding him tight, their gazes are meeting and neither will look away.
“I love you,” Buck says because he can, because there is nothing else to say.
“I love you too.”
Sophia was right. They could have been kissing much earlier, but making their journey on their own time has always been a necessity.
Still now, as they kiss, there is no rushing.
They know that they have all the time in the world. It’s only them and their hearts beating in unison.
They part, breathless, at peace. They let their foreheads touch, their bodies are pressed together, their fingers are laced together.
The two of them together, as it should be.
And now they are going to live together. All that Buck has ever wanted his going to be his, theirs to share. Tomorrow morning, Christopher will wake up, and he will find Buck and Eddie making breakfast together.
Perhaps then, they will tell him about Buck moving in.
“Is Christopher going to be okay with this?” Buck asks softly.
If Christopher asked, Buck would walk through Hell and back. He already has, he’s walked the streets of LA after the tsunami, bodies laying all around, he bleeding and terrified.
He would do it all over again for all of eternity if it meant Christopher was safe and happy.
“He was the one who had the idea first,” Eddie said.
“What?”
“He said you spend so much time here, there’s no need for you to have your own apartment.”
Buck snorts.
“This kid, I swear.”
“There’s no other like him,” Eddie smiles. “But he was right, this is your place. Everything here is yours, including us.”
And what can Buck do but kiss this impossible man senseless?
This time around, the kiss is less chaste though it’s still as sweet.
Neither could say how long they spend right, there, in the living room, kissing and laughing and talking. They talk about their future, about places they could go together, holidays they could take for Christopher.
They talk about the big things, the things that hurt – the nightmares, the fears – but they also talk about all the things that bring them joy, and these things are many.
They talk too about the small nothings that make up so much of life. They talk about their next shift, what they are going to tell their friends about the two of them being together, and what groceries they will need to buy.
The sky is lightening outside, they still have a few hours before Christopher wake up, but this bubble of time is theirs and theirs only yet.
It’s not until much later, after they have migrated to the couch, still pressed impossibly close together, that the realization hits Buck.
“I finally have a couch,” he blurts out.
“Yeah?” Eddie says. “You think that’s the right one for you?”
Months prior, they had this conversation. Buck being weary of making another mistake, he hadn’t known then that the perfect choice was right in front of him.
But he knows now, and he’ll never lose sight of it ever again.
This couch, in this house.
Their home.
“I’ve never been surer of anything.”
If Buck knows anything thing about the future, it’s that he has found where he belongs, and it’s by Eddie and Christopher’s side.
They are his home, his family.
He can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with them.
#911 fic#911#buddie fic#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#my writing#oh the prompt game was mini fic?? well 1.5k is mini no??#anyway here you go lol#i hope you like it it!!
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for the mini fic game! “The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.” Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
"And then I was gonna end with 'Boys like me belonged to the rain.'" Nursey finished. "What do you think?"
And Dex - well Dex had to think about that for a while. Because he knew how big a deal it was that Nursey was showing him his poetry at all. Knew first hand how hard they had both fought to get to this friendship. Been through argument after argument; careless comments and intentional hurts.
But they had gotten here. To a place where Nursey had shyly asked Dex's opinion - I trust you bro - and Dex, powerless to refuse, had agreed to hear it. He treasured that trust, held it close.
But he was fucked. Because Dex didn't have the words for this. Not the tactful, delicate words he knew Nursey needed to hear. His life was built around tools and numbers, not prose and poetry.
And Dex hated the poem.
Well -
It was written well, so well that even someone like Dex could follow the metaphors; Dex could be let in on Nursey's thoughts, just enough for a glimpse. But the glimpse was dark and twisted and Dex was furious.
"Dex?"
There was no way he could say that. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, trying to come up with something, anything to compliment. And, as usual, words deserted him.
"You gonna say anything, man, you're looking sort of - tense?" asked Nursey. It breaks Dex out of his reverie and loosens his jaw but without his brain's permission.
"It's really awful, Nurse."
You could hear a pin drop. The silence feels like an actual weight on his chest and Dex knows, okay? He knows how badly he fucked up. Knows he won't ever get a chance like this again.
"I mean--"
"Wow, Poindexter, harsh," Nursey says, the light in his eyes snuffed out. "If you didn't want to listen, you shouldn't have said yes."
"Wait, Nursey, I meant --"
"Save it, Dex, we're chill," Nursey bites out, already shoving his things back into his bag.
"No it was written really well I just--"
"Save it for someone who cares," Nursey says, striding across the room, hand already on the doorknob before Dex finds his voice again.
"It's awful because at one point you felt like that Nursey."
Nursey pauses, not looking at Dex, hand still on the doorknob.
"What?"
"Or that you still feel like that I don't know, but. But - Nursey. Derek. The sun is meant for everyone. And the fact that you felt the opposite strongly enough to write a whole poem about it infuriates me."
Derek has turned back now, just staring at Dex, wearing an expression that Dex has never seen.
"Because you deserve all the good things this world can possibly muster. You're kind, and smart, and strong, funny and surprising, and you just - you care so much about the world and the people in it. There's no way that the world could ever be so cruel as to just restrict you to belonging to the rain. You belong to the summer sun just as much, if not more."
Dex can feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. He has no idea where the words came from, but they seem to have dried up for now. He takes a deep breath and looks up at Derek and Derek is -
Dropping his backpack and striding toward Dex with such purpose that his breath catches in this throat. He still can't parse the expression on his face. No idea what Derek is going to do or say when suddenly he's there and reaching out and -
Lips. Full, slightly chapped, lips on his. Moving against his. Moving with his as he gathers enough brain cells to kiss Derek back. To throw his arms around Derek's waist. To sigh into his mouth, letting his tongue flick out and move against Derek's. Minutes, hours, or perhaps several sunlit days pass before they break apart, needing air.
Derek rests his forehead against Dex's, unwilling to separate further than a breath.
"Shit, Will. Warn a guy next time."
"I have no idea where that came from. But if this is the result, I am not complaining."
"If I say that you've been my summer sun for months now, are you going to hit me?"
"Just a little. But I'll save it for later."
"Chill."
#cricket writes#mini fic game#dex#nursey#nurseydex#my maine man#omgcp#check please#look this could also be a super angsty zimbits thing but#i just didn't want to#thanks for the prompt lau
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Authenticity: (24/?) Wild POV, Autistic Wild because I'm autistic and he's my comfort character
Summary: Wild knew he was… odd. He experienced the world differently than everyone else. No one seemed to feel as deeply as he did, about the things he did. Sometimes he would interact with people and it would just feel… off. It was as if everyone else had a rulebook on how to be a person but Wild was left watching and guessing.
And the thing is, Wild knew his friends knew it too. But these new friends, they were different. They didn’t treat him like he was different, or broken, or a burden. They just took him in stride. Wild didn’t know how to put into words how much that meant to him.
In which Wild is autistic because I’m autistic and I want him to be.
Gratitude: (3/9) Sky fluff!
Summary: 8 times Sky receives a gratitude crystal from the chain + 1 time he gives some away.
In Defense of Honor: (4/9) Badass Sky appreciation, Sky-centric with individual chapters for the others
Summary: 8 times Sky defends another member of the chain + 1 time they all defend him.
Only the Wild Ones (are the ones you can never catch): (5/5) Wild & Twilight centric Wild meets the chain
Summary: At 6, Link visits Castle Town for the first time and meets some strange men in the woods. At 12, Link pulls the Master Sword and sees his imaginary friends again. At 14, Link is appointed as the Princess’s personal guard and is grateful to have old friends on his side. At 16, the Calamity strikes, and Link has never felt more alone. At 16, Link dies.
At 117, Link defeats evil incarnate and saves Hyrule. At 117, Link meets eight peculiar heroes for the first time. Or, at least, what he believes is the first time.
Twilight thinks the Goddess Hylia has a cruel sense of humor and needs to leave his cub alone.
Favorite LU Oneshots
Sentiment: Warriors and Time have a disagreement. AKA two traumatized heroes don’t know how to handle emotions and then they try to have a healthy conversation about it
Delirium: Sky’s whittling slowed, hands lowering into his lap. His gaze was locked on Wild, as it had been for most of the afternoon. Wild wouldn’t stop twitching. Sky couldn’t figure out why. Based on kikker-oma’s art.
Welcome Home: The chain arrives at Lon Lon Ranch, and Malon’s words trigger a memory.
Bouquet: Wind, Wild, and Hyrule are planning a prank. They're quite obvious about it, but Time lets it happen anyway.
Find all my oneshots for LU on my AO3 here!
Heroes Spirit Fanfic
Space Bugs: Bugs In Space: (1/1)
Summary: Cori teaches Eras how to identify insects. Space AU.
Swamp Bugs: Bugs Not In Space And Not Quite On Land: (1/1)
Summary: Cori takes Sky, Twilight, and Sailor to look for bugs. Tensions are high.
Land Bugs: Bugs Not In Space: (1/1)
Summary: Cori and Agitha lead the second official meeting of the Bug Squad.
Bonus Links Fanfic
Loft Gets To Have One (1) Nice Day: (1/1)
Summary: Loft and the very good extremely nice day. Featuring Groose, Zelda, and a board game.
On Our Best Behavior: (14/14) (3,002 words)
Summary: Short Bonus Links Prompt Fills for Flufftober 2023.
Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic:
Affection: (6/6) BOTW
Summary: Five times others make assumptions about Link and Zelda plus one time they figure out what their relationship means to them. Or, Link and Zelda in a QPR.
More: (1/1) BOTW
Summary: Link and Zelda bond over flames and Zelda has a lot of feelings about it.
Speaking to the Wind: (1/1) TOTK
Summary: Link updates Zelda on his progress. She isn’t there to respond. AKA Link is lonely and is having a lot of big feelings.
Falling Through the Air: (1/1) TOTK
Summary: Link discovers her.
Skyward Sword Fanfic
Shapes in the Clouds: (1/1) GrooZeLink fluff
Summary: Groose finds Link looking at the clouds.
Tags
#ace writes : my stories
#ace’s lu analysis : my LU analysis posts
#ace's bl analysis : my bonus links analysis posts and my thoughts on the updates
#art for my fic : amazing art based on my writing!
#three sentence prompt : ask game where you submit a word and I write three sentences of a fic based on it (it’s always longer than three sentences)
#lu incorrect quotes : instead of studying for finals I created over 100 incorrect quotes for LU XD they can be found under this tag
#authenticity : my autistic Wild story
#idoh : tag for my story In Defense of Honor
#gratitide : tag for the gratitude crystal story
#autistic chain : all my LU autism stuff
#ace has polls : my polls. They’re fun
#good art : reblogs of art I really really like (also artists I reblog from a lot each have their own art tag - it’s “artistname art”)
#lu fic recs : other people’s fics I really really like
#the lu boyos : stuff with all the links (boyos is gender neutral lol)
#self care : unrelated to LU usually. Just general self care tips!
#Zelda!!! : my cat
#ace writes#ace's lu analysis#ace's bl analysis#ace’s art#ace has polls#lu incorrect quotes#authenticity#idoh#gratitude#three sentence prompt#smiling compilation#febuwhump2023#whumptober2023#poll result mini fic#my favs#the lu boyos#hnghhhhhh#wolfy1298 art#good art#ace’s asks#ace's ask games#sky with POTS#Zelda!!!#art for my fic#a gift!#lu fic recs
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It's been a while since I've done a game
Submit a sentence and a pairing and I will make it into a mini fic!
Doing through the end of the night April 19th :)
#mini fic#game#prompt game#thenatandwandaseries#natandwandaseries#ao3 fanfic#the nat and wanda series#marvel fanfic series#ao3 writer#ao3
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did you see the arlecchino animation and teaser??? a;fasjl;f
they make me so sad :(( also, the teaser was hot af tho, had me so downbad. arlecchino's lore is just so 😭
~EL anon
would you like new toys?
i simped so hard during the animation and teaser i decided to write a mini series fic about arlecchino. i have a lot of thoughts about it and now i'm regretting not taking up your offer lmao
forethoughts: my love language is writing someone an entire fic about them (not really, but i will write you an entire letter).
notes: fem!reader in mind, but gn!. NOT AN x READER!! READER IS A CHILD IN THIS!
In every cluster of children, there was always one that had trouble making friends.
That title was unfortunately bestowed upon you.
Always excluded in activities and games, left to play in the corner with the leftover, worn out toys while everyone chose the newest and best toys in the box. It had always been that way; you didn’t see it changing any time.
Father was always more lenient and caring with you. She made sure you were the first in line to get breakfast, lunch and dinner. While everyone had a curfew, you were allowed to wander the halls freely and exit your room. That of course didn’t make it any easier for you to make friends.
Like a robot given the same set of codes and no changes, days blurred into weeks, and weeks blurred into months while you lived your solitary life.
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You sat crossed leg, facing the corner of the playroom, hands empty. You ran out of luck; all the toys were already gone by the time you got to the box. Letting out a sigh, boredom finally consumed you, prompting you to stand up, brush the dust off your shorts as you exited the playroom. No one batted an eye or even glanced at your direction; to them you were invisible. To everyone you were invisible.
Wandering the halls of the House of Hearth at night gave you a pretty good scope on the architecture of the building. If someone asked you where the infirmary was or the bathroom, you could accurately pinpoint the location for them. You looked at the colorful glass panes on the sides of the halls, raising a hand to block the sunlight from hitting your face. They called you a dreamer, delusional for your ideas and thoughts. Said your hopes were far too high. Father always disagreed. Father always disagreed with whatever the others called you.
A sudden shriek was ripped out of your throat as your body went sideways, shoulder hitting an even stone ground. You winced, forcing yourself to sit as you examined your body. You could barely make out what was your leg and arm with the lighting. Standing up, you decided to explore the uncharted territory in your little mind map. The walls were lined with sharp blades that glimmered under the narrow light source opposite to the swords. You looked behind you, to your sides, in front of you, as you allowed curiosity to take hold of your mind. With two hands, you lifted one of the blades from its holding place, letting it fall onto the ground. You dragged the blade along the stone to the center of the room, ignoring the shriek of protest the sword was making. Letting out a deep breath, you gripped your hands around the hilt of the sword, lifting it as high as you could. When you’d finally lift it over your head, a triumphant cheer exited your mouth, eyes admiring the shine and sharpness of the blade like a bee eyeing a flower.
“Children like you should not be wielding such dangerous objects.” Your muscles went limp, bones turning into uncooked noodles as your head spun to the direction of the voice. Father. Fear wasn’t just done with taking hold of your body. Fear was transmitted into the blade itself. Before you knew it, a sharp pain emitted through your forehead, a rush of warmness surging towards the area. The sword fell on your side, next to your collapsed body.
“Y/N!” Father was instantly by your side. Through that cold and emotionless facade, you could see a flash of worry and fear in her eyes. Fear. Father felt fear. Your head was placed in Father’s arms, knees hooked onto her other arm as you were rushed out of the dark room.
You sat on Father’s table in silence, fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt as you stared at your dirt covered, bruised hands. Father reciprocated the silence, as she stood in front of you, using a cotton ball to dab up the blood. You winced at the serum that was infused with the cotton against your fresh wound, knuckles turning white. Father didn’t let out any remark at your wince, rather you could feel her actions becoming more gentle and tender.
“This might hurt.” Father muttered, picking up something from her tray of material, the object having a thin string tail behind. You could barely stifle a shriek as the needle penetrates your skin, the lithe object dancing from one side to another, piercing hole after hole in your skin. You gripped onto your sleeve for life until your hand was ghost white, as Father stitched up your wound before you could blink. Father let out a sigh, snipping any remaining string as she set the needle on the tray. Her eyes shifted downwards, her lips pursed as you felt her gaze burning into your skull.
“...I’m sorry.” You murmured quietly, the words regurgitating out of your mouth, unable to squeeze anything out under her gaze.
“I thought I told you that recklessness always leads to failure. What were you doing out of the playroom?”
“...” You could feel the corners of your eyes starting to burn up, your mouth quivering. Father noticed. Of course she did.
“Look at me.” Father sighed.
Reluctantly, you lifted your head, meeting Father’s eyes. Instead of scorn and disappointment, you were met with understanding and warmth, her pursed lips turning into a thin smile. Thin. Just like the ice you were on. Father could smile all she wanted, but you knew you were as good as dead.
Father’s hand went for your head, sharp fingers combing through your hair. “What type of toy do you like, Y/N? I am planning to get more for the toybox; it appears we have a shortage of toys. Of course, I would like to get the best and newest toys for all. I was wondering what you would like to see and play with.”
Your heart moved an inch higher from your stomach, still threatening to fall and combust into millions of pieces. “U-Uhm… I d-don’t know…”
“Speak up, my child.”
“I-I don’t know… what toys I like, Father…”
Father let out a chuckle. “Of course. How could you choose your favorite in an empty box?”
You looked down at her words. Of course Father knew.
“Y/N.”
You looked back up at her, meeting her playful eyes, a look you knew she only gave you and you only.
“How about I introduce you to some… new toys not any of the other children have seen? Would you like some new toys?”
“Toys… the others haven’t seen?” You tilt your head at that statement.
“Yes. Toys the others have not seen. Are you interested? I will personally teach you how to… play with these toys.”
You nodded your head, a small hesitant smile on your face. Father never offered the other children new toys. Father never offered how to play with toys. Father never played with the others.
The corners of Father’s thin lips tugged upwards slightly, as her finger hovered over your wound. She helped you off the desk, hand holding yours as she led you out of her office. “It is almost time for lunch. But I would rather you get some rest after what happened. Rest assured I will bring food to your room.”
“Y-Yes, Father.” You mumbled.
Father led you to your room upstairs, setting you on the plush mattress as the blanket was draped over your body. She ran her fingers through your hair again, petting your head before strolling out of the room. “Rest well, my child.”
~
Arlecchino closed the door, letting out a sigh. She made her way back downstairs to join the other children. “Rest assured, my child, no one will ever dare to lay a finger on you anymore. No harm shall ever come your way.”
#genshin impact#arlecchino#house of hearth#arlecchino x reader#the x reader tag is only for wider reach this is not an x reader#arlecchino genshin#the knave#my child#aetherwrites
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//OOC: It's really cold where I live right now, and I'm stuck inside until it snows, so I decided to make a Rotomblr ask game! Everyone else's are so fun, so I wanted to try it out myself! Some of these will be mini-story prompts, so feel free to create your own little fics or whatever! I love reading all of your stories!
Rotomblr Ask Game: ANGST Edition!
📒: If they keep a journal, what is the saddest thing they've ever written in it?
🩸: Has your OC ever been severely wounded?
😢: Has one of their Pokemon ever died, and how?
🧬: Tell me about your OCs' family problems, if they have any.
✂️: Have they ever had an argument that shattered their relationship with someone close?
🫣: Tell me about a time when your OC has been truly terrified/horrified by something.
⚔️: Have they ever been in a fight against someone really dangerous?
⏳: Has your OC ever been "too late" to do/say something, and it had serious consequences?
🛡️: Have they ever failed to protect someone they love, and what happened?
🥊: Has your OC ever been betrayed, and how did it affect them?
🧪: What is the most sick they have ever been?
💣: Has your OC ever hurt someone precious to them by losing their temper?
⛓️: When was a time that your OC felt truly, inescapably, hopelessly trapped?
#rotomblr#rotumblr#pokemon irl#pokeblog irl#pokemon rp#pokeblog rp#pokemon#pokeblogging#pkmn irl#pkmn rp#oc ask game#tw pokemon death#angst prompts
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i'm your biggest fan [j.shaw x morgan!child!reader]
prompt: after jaedyn's great performance at the game against argentina, you become her biggest fan.
author notes: been trying to get back to writing more and finally got some inspiration. i have been wanting to write a child!reader fic forever, blame @/woso-dreamzzz because im in love with her child!reader fics so bad. this is me trying to make myself feel better after that shit ass usa vs mexico game 🤗 so enjoy! P.S. the reader is like around five in this.
you're standing on the pitch after the usa vs argentina, happily following around your soccer aunts. this game was one of the best lately. your throat was dry from all the shouting and cheering you have been doing. especially when your mother scored a banger in the nineteenth minute. of course you weren't only cheering only for your mommy, getting loud for all your soccer aunts too. like blondie lindsey and tiny rose. that doesn't mean you haven't been focusing your attention on the new girls though; they are officially your soccer cousins now since they are all too young to be aunties in your opinion.
one new girl in particular has caught your attention. the way she has been performing so strongly throughout the whole match has you obsessed with her. not that you understand soccer tactics or anything, but even a five year old knows good play when they see it. you screamed her name the loudest (right after your mommy's of course); jaedyn. not only was jaedyn the cool new girl who your mommy says is going to the next big thing for the team, but she also wears the number above your mommy's new one. you honestly hated the new number because your mommy is number thirteen, not seven but you can't seem to understand whatever rule your mom told you about because it's too much for your brain so you don't think about it. the only good thing that came out of the change is the fact your mommy's cubby is next to jaedyn's.
the moment you spot the girl in the question as you follow around lynn, who just stopped to talk to crystal about the game, you slip off to where jaedyn is which wasn't a hard task. just having to go through a few legs with some quick "hi!"s in-between.
finally you make it to where jaedyn is sipping on her water bottle. she looks so cool even when just standing around. it seems jaedyn doesn't spot you, so you just do the ol' tug them by the shorts trick and her eyes look down at you.
"oh? hey mini morgan," her smile is like the sun to you. her tone sounds so chill and cool that you try to copy her. "hi big shaw!" you say. your words coming out way less cool than hers but it was worth the effort. the american player lets out a short laugh, ruffling your hair that's in pigtails. making it a bit messy, but you don't really mind. it's jaedyn doing it so why would you?
"big shaw? i'm the only shaw around here, so shouldn't it be shaw the first?" you nod at her words already. "okay, shaw the first, can you teach me how to shoot a banger?" you ask. looking up at her with high exceptions already. the way you say your words make her laugh loudly which confuses you. why is cool girl jaedyn laughing? is it because she thinks you can't score a banger too? or maybe she's like a magician and can't reveal her secrets.
you lean more towards the magician theory, saying, "i promise i won't tell anyone about it! so you can keep your shooting superpower hidden." jaedyn just shakes her head before crouching down to your height. "you don't have to keep it a secret. i think everyone already knows," she whispers, "but yeah i'll teach you. just make sure to ask your mommy." you let a excited gasp as you whip your head around. looking for your mom across the pitch. your expert alex morgan finding eyes locate her easily. turning your head back to look at jaedyn with a smile. you hold out your pinky finger, "pinky promise?"
"pinky promise," jaedyn accepts your declaration of confirmation as she locks her pinky finger with yours. "thanks shaw the first!" you shout at her after pulling away. already running quickly to go ask your mommy to let jaedyn to teach you how to score bangers. hopefully she doesn't question why didn't you just ask her since you wouldn't want to break it your mommy that jaedyn is just cooler. your mommy is still one of the coolest though.
you almost bump into the legs of naomi on your way to your mommy, but dodge quickly with your great dodging skills. naomi even said you might be a defender in the making once. the loud voice of yours can be heard to everyone around you as you finally reach your mommy.
"can big shaw teach me how to score bangers, please!" you shout out happily. your mommy just chuckles before patting the top of your head, "of course, baby."
and that was possibly the path to you being a future forward. all thanks to big shaw.
#uswnt x reader#alex morgan x reader#jaedyn shaw x reader#jaedyn shaw#alex morgan#woso x reader#woso fanfics
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wheeboo's 2k follower event
guess what, everyone? the wheeboo garden has officially reached 2,000 flowers! i seriously cannot express the amount of thanks and love i have for every single one of you, and i appreciate all the support this place has gotten since the moment i first started posting <3 i can't wait to continue this journey alongside you all and for us to continue blooming together! to commemorate, i planned a lil event in celebration for this milestone that you all can participate in!!
RULES ⭐
⋄❥ everything will be kept sfw. i'm fine with writing suggestive scenes, just nothing explicit.
⋄❥ any content involved in the event will be under the tag #wheeboo's 2k event!
⋄❥ asks/requests for the event will be open until april 30th. anything sent after that will not be written.
⋄❥ i will start writing/answering your asks this upcoming week.
⋄❥ my general requests are closed, but it will be open for this event only, so if possible reference the event in your ask whenever you send it in!
FIC GAME ⭐ (limited slots -- 20 slots)
⋄❥ submit a member of your choice, and up to two dialogue prompts from the lists down below OR a song of your choice, and i will write you a fic (!! please remember to be specific from which prompt list you choose from !!)
↳ ex: mingyu + #17 from list 2
↳ ex: seungkwan + #5 from list 3 + #10 from list 1
↳ ex: jeonghan + daylight by taylor swift
⋄❥ the fic will be 500 words or more, depending on the prompt(s) sent in and how much inspo i get <3
⋄❥ you can send in multiple reqs, but i cannot promise i will write every single one you send in or if i get to it at all. and of course, i humbly ask for all of your patience while i get as much done as i can <3
⋄❥ prompt list 1 (@eddysocs) | prompt list 2 | prompt list 3 (@dumplingsjinson)
ASK GAMES ⭐ (unlimited slots)
⋄❥ ask me questions about myself AND/OR my fics whether published or unpublished, and i will respond as long as i am comfortable with it (ask me my favourite colour, drink, opinion on something, favourite trope to write, my wips, what the process of ___ fic was like, etc. anything!).
⋄❥ send me an ask describing your personality and i will match you with a member and a trope, and i'll write a mini-headcanon for you! (non-mooties, be as much detailed as you wish! you can be anon too!)
⋄❥ you can send in as many asks as you want, but please keep it in separate asks if you choose to do both!
taglist (open) ʚɞ @enhazen @haowrld @icyminghao @slytherinshua @jeonride @lockburn-castle @vrnism @weird-bookworm @mhlsymlysn @ryuwonieebae @yeonjuns-redhair @wonwooz1 @woohaeyo @mark-geolli @caramyisabitchforsvtandbts @aaniag @wootify @carlesscat-thinklogic23 @phenomenalgirl9 @roziesmei @mirxzii @bookyeom @parkjennykim @melodicrabbit @bewoyewo @honglynights
also tagging some moots for visibility n boosts srry guys ^^ ʚɞ @etherealyoungk @fairyhaos @blue-jisungs @slytherinshua @welcometomyoasis @haecien @mangocustard16 @weird-bookworm @kyeomyun @bookyeom
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for the first sentence ask game:
Steve is trying to be inconspicuous, but he isn't sure he's succeeding.
janai!! thank you!! I'm so sorry this took so long but I posted that game and then laugh went into a full sprint <333
Steve is trying to be inconspicuous, but he isn't sure he's succeeding.
But who can blame him, really? The sun is hot, the pool is cool, and Eddie has El on his shoulders playing chicken against Nancy and Max. Sweat and pool water drip down Eddie's neck, exposed beneath a mop of curls tied up in a bun, and Steve tries to pretend he's not thinking about chasing them with his tongue by grilling burgers. He's trying to be inconspicuous, but Robin saddles up next to him, bumping his shoulder with her own, and undoes the charade.
"Hey, Dingus," she whispers. "You're drooling. Also, that burger's on fire."
mini-fic prompt game
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Prompt: Clothing
From the Land of Myth Discord Server: One Word Writing Prompt Game
Word prompt provided by Krazy_Kitty
"What's this?" Merlin asked, frowning in confusion at the bundle of finely embroidered shirts Arthur had thrust at him. They were folded in a neat pile, so it wasn't laundry, but Merlin couldn't fathom what else it might be.
Arthur seemed to be trying very hard not to fidget. "Shirts, Merlin. I understand you rarely see them clean, but surely even you know what shirts are."
"Why are you giving me shirts?"
The not-fidgeting turned into a distracted drum of Arthur's fingers against the door frame. "You said sorcerers liked being given clothing."
"I—what?"
"At the Cauldron of Arianrhod," Arthur went on, determined. "And I thought—not that you need payment, but—I just thought..."
Merlin stared at him. "You're giving me shirts because I told you that the Dolma likes to be paid in dresses?"
"Was that only her?" Arthur asked, a hint of worry pricking at his words. "I assumed all sorcerers—but look, if you don't want them—"
"No," Merlin said quickly. Things had been tense between them since Merlin's confession, and he could recognize an olive branch when he saw one. "Shirts are great. These are great. Thank you."
But the uncertainty didn't leave Arthur's eyes. "Was it only the Dolma who wanted clothing?"
Merlin had vowed, after his confession, never to lie to Arthur again—but he was not about to admit why the Dolma needed a dress.
"No," he said firmly, hugging the shirts to his chest. "All sorcerers love clothing. Thank you, Arthur."
#oneshot#fanfic#ficlet#merlin#bbc merlin#arthur pendragon#fic#mini fic#one word writing prompt#writing prompt game#land of myth discord server
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Steddie Florist AU - mini fic (inspired by a twitter prompt)
Eddie never bought flowers. Not once in his life had it even crossed his mind. But every afternoon before he heads into his shift at the bar he steals a glance at the perfectly styled man through the window organizing the bouquets. Every once in a while, Eddie would catch himself stopping dead in his tracks staring between the guy and the flowers, and every once in a while they’d make eye contact. His face would flush red as he quickly buried his face back in his leather jacket and rush into work.
Steve loved making bouquets. He loved flowers, and the chill of the cooler they were kept in. He loved sharing holidays with the strangers that came and went. He loved the curly hair and leather that floated across the windows from the storefront. And he loved that stranger’s rich chocolate eyes even more. The deer in the headlights look he’d stumble upon when their views locked. One afternoon, the man finally walked in and after all his failed attempts at love here he was ready to try again. He stood from where he was kneeling, “What brings you in?”
Eddie practically burst into the shop with no game plan in mind and stopped immediately at the entrance. Thankfully the man, much more gorgeous without the glare of glass between them, spoke first. “Oh um, not sure? I walk by everyday and uh thought id look around?” A small giggle escaped the florist, “sure man, look all you want. I’m here if you have any questions.” He flashed a well executed customer service smile then went to tend to some of the house plants across the sales floor. Eddie waded through the aisles curiously examining the buckets of roses and countless other flowers he didn’t know the names of. He lingered around the… “Seems like you like the dahlias” the florist said, lingering next to Eddie making him jump. “Shit man! You have a quiet step” “I’m sorry, Robin scolds me for scaring her all the time.” He looked away sheepish. “Well at least you can make it up to her with all these lovely flowers,” he nervously chuckled, “She must love that quality in her partner at least.” The florist laughed, “Shes not my girlfriend, no. Shes my best friend… and co-worker.”
Steve could’ve watched this man walk around the shop for hours. The curiosity he wandered with held a child-like wonder, an interest in the unknown and he had to go and scare the guy. The man sighed relief and got back to the flowers, “wait? These are dahlias? Like the murder?” Steve lost it at that, “like the murder!?” He laughed, held his stomach and everything. “Yes like that, but it was a flower first.” “Oh right, well maybe ill get one of these?” The man asked so unsure if that was even ok. “Of course, you want just a single one?” The man combed his fingers through his curls then rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh ya just one of the purple ones. Im sure theres an empty bottle at work I can put it in. Might be nice to have it on the bar.” They walked over to the counter and Steve wrapped the single dahlia in a sheet of black tissue paper. “This one is on me,” Steve winked. The man’s cheeks flushed pink and the guy avoided any eye contact like the plague. “You sure? I don’t mind paying,” He offered. “I’m sure, least I could do for scaring you.” The man took his single flower with utmost care turned towards the door and just before leaving he turned back to Steve. “If you’re free later, head over to the Red Dragon. Its only a block down the street, I’ll get you a drink on me. Just ask for Eddie if you don’t see me, sometimes I get stuck recycling the kegs in the back”
Part 2
#steddie fanfic#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#steve x eddie#florist au#tempted to make this longer
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✦ 3VOLS : ISSUE 1, RAFAYEL
Featuring @maimochies, a well known Love & Deepspace author, as the spotlight creator!
IM NEW, WHATS "3VOLS" THE MAGAZINE?
This will serve as a "mini masterlist" where we compile links of works from different creators based on the character. And yes, its not limited to fanfiction. This is open to artists, graphic design/gfx creators & editors. (Basically, if you've created any kind of creative media related to the character)
MAIMOCHIES. WHO IS SHE?
mai is a rafayel enjoyer and a love & deepspace author! she has been writing in her corner of the internet with the pretty rafayel themed blog. have you seen her around? well, we have interviewed her recently with 4 simple questions. let's get to know mai better!
what got you into making love&deepspace content? are there any creators who inspired you to do so?
mai : funny enough ages ago when the first demo trailer came out for love and deepspace I didn't even know about it!! I happened to stumble upon a short clip of zayne and saved the video on a whim because he was attractive >·< then, as fate would have it, the game's official trailer popped up on my fyp and I got hooked, downloaded the game and haven't looked back since <333 l&ds is still new to the tumblr scene but I absolutely adore my mutuals' takes and fics on the boys!!
as a rafayel fan—what is your favorite headcannon of him? this can be your own or others
mai : hmmm… I think my favorite headcanon about rafayel is that he secretly cares a lot more than he lets on. lingers outside your apartment to make sure you've gotten home safe, always sending you a goodnight and good morning text, oh so conveniently shows up with a warm ready made meal when he knows you're having a particularly hard day, he cares deeply but he's scared of showing it.
if you could describe your favorite character with 5 words, what would it be?
mai : a gift from the stars
how is your time in oracle of stars so far?
so much fun!! it's such an honor to be part of such a loving and positive community. while I'm not as active as I would like to be I can see the effort that goes into the network and the server, from the graphics to the events. it's such a special place for l&ds creators to come together and uplift each other
RECOMMENDATIONS FROM THE DEEPSPACE NETWORK
welcome to the rafayel masterlist, find something that piques your interest here! show some love to our creators as well <3
l&ds boys crushing on you - @ maimochies
affectionate headcanons - @ maimochies
how the l&ds boys kiss - @ maimochies
sing with me? - @ sevvynth
𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞. - @ jqnehr
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - @ jqnehr
birthday celebration - @ lovexdeepspace
l&ds boys + their nicknames for you - @ lovexdeepspace
JEALOUSY , JEALOUSY! - @ rafyne
MESSAGES I CANT SEND : DEAR RAFAYEL
recently we had a 3VOLS related event entitled DEAR RAFAYEL, where we send out a prompt every 7 days and you have the choice to use whichever one you wanted.
POST MASTERLIST
dear rafayel ( prompt day 1 ) - @ rafyne
dear rafayel ( prompt day 3 ) - @ sweetheartsaku
WHAT ELSE IS HAPPENING?
its april 5, that means our applications are open until april 10. come join us in the discord & the network. this first issue is finally done, thank you for all the support you've given the oracle. we'll see you again next time!
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Ok guys, look at me *shaking with ghostbat energy*
During the events of Batman fear state, scarecrow finds a way to get into batman's mind and mess around a little. So, naturally, batman asks ghostmaker to enter his mind and check what's going on, you know, as you do
This happens in Batman (2016) #113, if you wanna read the whole thing you can start at Batman #106 or (if you wanna see Khoa's introduction and first appearance in the comics) Batman #102. I'm telling you this because right here at this moment, there's a wonderful, incredible potential for ghostbat fics and I need someone to tap into that, so bear with me
In the actual issue, things get resolved a little faster, but here we have your prompt: Bruce and Khoa exploring Bruce's mind, walking around through all of his memories, trying to get to the one they need and find out what's wrong with his brain (besides the usual).
So we can see Bruce at multiple points of his life
Khoa: you know, I think you could've been an actual cute baby if they'd just given you brown contact lenses
Bruce: don't start
Khoa: I mean it, you had potential. But as things are, you were just a small creepy creature
Khoa: like, what's the deal with all the staring?
Bruce: I was attentive and observing.
Khoa: you were strange and off-putting... Not much different than you are now I guess
Khoa: Oh, he's staring at me now. Can you make him stop? Do they come with an off button?
Bruce: It's just a memory, Khoa, it can't hurt you
Baby!Bruce: •-•
We can have kid!Bruce going to the park with his parents; they send him to play with the other kids and about half an hour later he comes back with some company.
Kid! Bruce: *holding a little kid's hand* Mother, Father. Meet your new son, Tobias.
Martha: What
Kid!Bruce: I adopted him as my brother since you wouldn't give me one by your own volition. He's part of the family now. He's very nice, I think you'll like him.
Tobias: :D
Thomas: How did you even get him-
Martha: *carefully* Look, Bruce. Darling. I know you want a little brother...
Kid!Bruce: I really, really want •-•
Martha: ... really, really want. But you can't just steal a kid like that, that's illegal.
Kid!Bruce: -_-
Kid!Bruce: I shall be a criminal, then.
*in the background*
Khoa: so... you've always been like that, hm?
Bruce: stfu i was six
The comedic potential??? The opportunity to throw all your headcanons into it and call it a day???? C'MON!
And you can take a completely comedic approach to it, but may I present you one more aspect of this little adventure because everything is fun and games until I throw horror at it O_o
So, here's the thing about Scarecrow's plan: he creates an evil/monstrous version of Bruce in his memories. It doesn't appear much so it's hard for me to explain what exactly it is and what it's supposed to do, but it's basically:
Ghostmaker just straight up kills it but yk I think there's more potential to this idea, it can be further explored
I, personally, love the idea of this disturbing version of him being able to manifest itself in multiple memory!bruce versions
So, cute but creepy baby bruce? He's about to get creepier
Baby!Bruce: •-•
Baby!Bruce: *eyes go completely black*
Khoa: yk, Bruce... I'm not a kid specialist, but I think there might be something genuinely wrong with mini-you...
Bruce: Khoa, seriously, I thought the only baby here was my younger self. Could you please stop trembling under the stare of a 1 year old-
Baby!Bruce: *turns his head 360 degrees like a kid in a horror movie and starts coughing black goo*
Bruce: ...
Khoa: see, this is why i never wanted kids.
Also, just as a side note, khoa can also show bruce his own memories
So you can do whatever you want with that information. I just really wish that whole plotline had been longer
#this has been in my drafts#for SO LONG#you have no idea#i simply don't have the energy to finish long posts#i keep trying to make them anyway#but god if the state of my drafts isn't depressing#drac panels#drac rambles#batman fear state#ghostbat#batman#bruce wayne#ghostmaker#minhkhoa khan
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