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prianya · 1 year

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request time!

so i was thinking last life! reader staying friends with n protecting Mumbo while he's on red even tho they're not, maybe paired with them trying to convince mumbo to let them give him a life

i've not seen mumbo's pov yet but from what i saw of him in others' vids he deserved so much better the poor man

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Golden Glow

Mumbo x Reader • Romantic

Word Count • 1022 words

Summary • As an argument reaches a silent crescendo, there's a resolution. While silent, it is still beautiful.

Note • God, the new year is already difficult, and it hasn't even been two weeks. Also, I'm sorry for the gaps in posting, I've been so busy with school and it feels like I can't do anything these days. Enjoy!

The field of wheat rolls out in front of you, golden stalks swaying in the wind. You had been hard at work for hours, hand-harvesting the crops with your sickle. Still, the amount of crop surpasses the sunlight you have left, the sun already starting to meet the horizon. You drop the sickle, wiping your face and looking back at the house. Mumbo sits on the porch, a bag of mixed vegetables next to him. He had come by your farm to help you, at your insistence. He had made his own conditions, however, and limited himself to pulling vegetables as to not give himself any type of weapon. You had scoffed at the words, almost offended as he gave you the reason for it. To not put himself in a position to hurt you, he said.

“To not hurt me. Void, I could laugh,” you say, crossing your arms as you scowled at him. He just withers under the look, trying idly to displace your annoyance. You finally just roll your eyes, throwing the sickle at his feet.

“Pick it up,” is all you say, and Mumbo just gapes at it.

“I. I can’t.” he finally says, standing as if to run from the tool. You pick it up, taking steady steps towards his retreating form. You catch him at the door, taking one of his hands and forcing it open. The sickle’s leather handle fits into his palm easily, having been molded over weeks of use.

“Wait-,” is all he managed to say, his hand falling to his side as you let go and step back.

“See? It’s fine. It wouldn’t even be a problem if you would just let me give you a life. You’re so stubborn,” you say, watching as his face goes from panic, to shock, and then to relief.

“Oh my void. Never do that again,” he sighs out roughly, the relief heavy on his face. He ignores the last statement, favoring the action of walking inside.

You just frown, watching as he haphazardly drops the tool – weapon – on the porch. You follow shortly after, picking up the bag of vegetables he left on the porch in his panic. You both stop inside the kitchen and settle into your routine of washing and preparing the vegetables. He stationed himself at the sink, scrubbing the vegetables of dirt and off of their surfaces. You take the vegetables, setting aside the ones you plan to use for dinner. You begin chopping potatoes, quartering them neatly and pouring them in the pot on the stove. Neither of you pause in your actions as you talk, a well-oiled machine through years of camaraderie.

“I saw a frog by your crops today,” Mumbo says, moving himself from the sink to the chopping boar opposite of yours on the kitchen island.

“Oh really? I haven’t seen any in a while. It’s getting close to the start of the winter and the biome closest to here is pretty cold.” you say, placing down your knife and carrying the pot of mixed vegetables to the stove. You add water, mixing spices throughout as you let it boil. Mumbo finishes cutting the last of the vegetables, pouring a mix of potatoes and carrots into the pot. Dinner comes quickly, and the two of you share the hot meal. You’re slumped at the table, the energy of the day wearing off as the fatigue of fieldwork sets in. Mumbo watches you slump, and sighs.

“Hey, go lay down. It’s late and you’re half asleep. Your stew will still be here in the morning,” he says gently, helping you out of your chair and placing both yours and his bowl on the counter. Leading you to bed, you both lay down. Your head hits the covers, and instead of sleeping, you observe Mumbo. He seems to be waiting for you to fall asleep, yet you just watch.

You stare at him as he faces the ceiling, your hands pinned under your face as you look. He’s stoic, almost unmoving as he thinks to space. The setting sun hits the window, painting his and your own face in beautiful golden-orange lighting. You almost miss his eyes darting towards the side, his eyes catching yours in the evening light. The room grows darker through your silence, and glowing reds and greens fill the space.

“Why?” Mumbo asks, his eyes finding yours in the dark. You just stare, his eyes almost maroon from the glow of his tattoo.

“Why what?” you finally say, humming quietly as he debates his answer.

“Why do you stay,” he starts, “when you would be safer anywhere else? You endanger yourself every time you step in this room, let alone get close to me. Why chance it?” He ends in a whisper, almost as if he were afraid his words would make you realize. Your face softens, and you give a small sigh.

“I stay for you, Mumbo. You’re the love of my life. I couldn’t leave you if I tried, it would hurt too much.” He just stares at the ceiling again, and you lay your head down once again. You grab his hand, and you meet no resistance like usual. You hum to fill the tense silence, and watch as green fades to yellow, until the only light you can see is that pale gold.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your eyelids drooping as you keep hold of his hand. He smiles gently at you, taking your hand and kissing the pads of your fingers. He lays your hand on his heart, and the turn of his head reveals the newly yellow tattoo.

“I should be the one thanking you,” he whispers, his eyes hazel in the light. You just sigh gently at the words, shaking your head from where it rests on your arm.

“Just go to sleep,” you whisper, and you hum as he turns on his side and wraps an arm around you. You rest gently, the faint light in the room soothing as you finally rest for what seems to have been the first time since the season’s beginning.

• Enjoy your stay! • Come again soon! •

#hermitcraft x reader #pri writes!!#mumbo x reader #mumbo jumbo x reader #last life x reader

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prisiidon · 23 days

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✨ Zora May 2024 ✨ 6th year let's gO 🐬

Guidelines: Tag as #Zora May. Not everyday, no specific order, just pick some prompts you like! For: art/writing, canon zora and zora ocs~ Past prompts can be used, and you can merge prompts too 🐟 I’ll also rb entries!

Design a Zora Masterpost

Entries: tumblr entries | twitter entries | old twitter entries Previous events: 2023 | 2020-2021 | 2019 | 2018

#zora may #legend of zelda #totk #tears of the kingdom #botw #breath of the wild #tloz #loz #twilight princess #art challenge #art #writing #pri posts

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mirrorhouse · 8 months

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PRIS GLITTERBELL ✰

the youngest daughter of three, pris' intended role in life was set in stone before she was even born. trained to pickpocket, obfuscate her intentions, and wield a dagger from a young age, at fourteen, she began working for her family as a smuggler. fifteen years later, after a series of betrayals, pris fled the underdark with nothing but the clothes on her back and the coins in her pockets-- only to be snatched up by an illithid ship the moment it seemed like true freedom was finally within her reach.

#baldur's gate #bg3 #bg3edit #pris #*#i'm not sure why i've fallen in love with her so hard but i do love her a lot #i've been starting new playthroughs over and over and finally am sticking with this one #and!! i haven't made gifs like this in sooo long or like. really written anything down for my characters either. but i did it for her #even though this barely counts as writing or even a fully formed coherent thought #anyway. she <3

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sourrcandy · 3 months

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WTW PROMPT WEEK ↳ day 01 ; protagonist & antagonist

psd template by @feelrush

outrun time stars chui yunkei, who takes being fired from the police force hard and misunderstandings worst. stripped of her law-abiding do-gooder reputation, yunkei is forced into a world of supposed normality. but when the mysterious serial killer, sun wukong, she was investigating before her discharge strikes close to home, her investigation leads her to uncover a web of crime and corruption within the kowloon walled city — linked to her family's own dark past.

(*more under the cut, tw blood + descriptions of murder/death)

i. chui yunkei

her blood sings with adrenaline. the dirt path rounds and she eases up on the gas, letting the car swerve through the curve elegantly, and she flies across the finish line. all it takes is the few seconds of nothingness between her car and the finish line to make her feel alive, the rest of the world a distant memory.

ii. sun wukong

the kowloon walled city wants to remember him as a distant memory, a serial killer myth that parents tell their children as a warning to be good. yunkei wishes to be oblivious like them, to live peacefully where her only worries are if the drinking water is contaminated again or if her loud neighbours have brought trouble again with their gambling addiction. but when she closes her eyes, all she sees is blood smeared on the alley wall, a gutted body of a prostitute with the same gold band she has seen over and over again in the past three months.

general taglist. @kazino @serpentarii @seasteading @lasbrumas @sympathyhouse @halcionic @janaisvu

outrun time taglist. n/a

— send an ask to be added/removed.

#wtwcommunity #wtwevent #wip: outrun time #writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #harls.jpg #my writing #otwriting #otedit #been waiting to do smth for this wip for a while now bc shes been living in my head rent free #so ty pris for motivating me

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hard-times-paramore · 7 months

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Therefore We Are - a Blade Runner fanfic

It's a prequel about the lives of the Replicants from the movie. Plus a few OCs. I am writing together with @sharonz-arty-corner03

Summary:

The Tyrell Corporation brought about the Nexus 6 Replicant as the promised solution to humanity’s problems.

Unique to themselves and yet the same to everyone else, these feats of genetic engineering knew no limits save those imposed by their masters.

They lived, they worked, they died holding up the colonies' ecosystem as just another cog or wire in the endless machine of life.

Until a group of Replicants—led by one ROY BATTY—decided that they too had thoughts, and relationships and destinies.

This was not called conscience. It was called malfunction.

#Blade Runner #fanfic #longfic #roy batty #leon kowalski #zhora salome #pris stratton #my posts #my art #my writing

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pringleston · 3 months

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Call me biased and I absolutely am but Erwin Pries is one of the strongest townie designs Sims 4 has ever produced and they really dropped the ball in taking advantage of that for the Strangeville pack gameplay. If him and the Eclectic Arts household was given more background and love in the gameplay, it would have been as intriguing as some Sims 2 lore was and would have ranked that pack a lot higher for me and others based on nostalgia and a love of sims franchise quirkiness and whimsy (which I think overall is the most prominent in Sims 2 and sims games from around that time)

#sims 4 #erwin pries #strangeville #strangetown #like they got a lot of aesthetics down but it ultimately suffered the sims 4 curse of having any sort of charm in the writing

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optiwashere · 3 months

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In contrast to that post I reblogged the other day about not really caring about how people view my writing...

It's because I'm utterly neurotic about my own writing! Every sentence matters! I care so much I have to tell myself I don't care! Analyzing every single word and the rhythm of each one next to the other is as important to me as the image any single sentence conveys! The rich tapestry I'm weaving of vibes and beats is fucking important! To me!

#random rambling about writing #I care so much about character voices and prose styling that it's genuinely not good for me (unironic)#if you pried open my skull and expunged the gray matter you'd find within that void an odd little creature with a keyboard #and that odd little creature is deathly afraid of being misunderstood and misclassified

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writingmeraki · 2 months

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is it ever too late to upload a birthday fic 😔

#zoro x reader #[ pri dumps ]#goshhh i was so excited to finish this #i cant find the word doc what the fuck 😭#i do remember writing it i sweaarrrrrr #i usually write and then make a draft on blr #FUCK MEEEE #but this might come out some fucjing day tbh i remember the idea of it 🙏#also got some mackenyu reels that made me realise why i am obsessed with him #hence the zoro motivation!!!!

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vizthedatum · 2 months

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recalibrating people-pleaser (2024)

I used to be really soft and forgiving Muttering "I'm sorry" for all my supposed sinning

I gave an enormous benefit of the doubt I wanted to be friendly no matter the route

I didn't know how much resentment lay inside I pushed all my sadness and anger aside

People usually liked my nature Until I wronged something major

I apologized and wanted to fix it all No matter the cost, no matter how small

People were trying their best with what they had It's not like they wanted to be mad

But I watched as I got hurt without repent My needs and thoughts brought so much dissent

I didn't always know how to be direct When I tried, I was faced with neglect

The little hurts, the big hurts - really, all of it Peacekeeping only goes as far as people want it

The apology and the changing behavior program Only works when I am being true to who I am

Now, I'm speaking up more about my needs I am discerning of people's deeds…

When did I become someone who gave up on people anyway? I love people; I don't want them to go away

But the more I accept what I can't handle I see myself becoming more substantial

I am now more selective of those in my life And I find myself with health, strength, and less strife

My close ones tell me that I'm not that upsetting But my initial attempts at advocacy were offputting

I've upset people with my unrelenting rejection I said unnecessary words borne of disconnection

I've hurt people by turning them away Because I felt as if it was too painful for them to stay

Not repairing relationships can cause pain Yet I am doing it over and over again

Still, I don't regret letting people go They weren't helping me grow

I'm getting better at being able to release I'm thankful for the lessons in forgiveness and peace

But I look back to my soft past self, now obsolete, And I wonder, am I still lovely and sweet?

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- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri ~ গোলাপ্রী

#poem #people pleaser #recovering people pleaser #poetry #original poem #rose the artist formerly known as she her pri #golapri #writing #audhd #unmasking #autistic #neurodivergence #healing #prose #healing journey

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prianya · 2 years

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hello! was wondering if i could request etho x reader with shaky hands? reader has trouble writing sometimes, their hands get cold easily, their wrists get achy, stuff like that! also drink water, have a snack, and look after yourself!

Wavering, Unwavering

Etho x Reader ▪︎ Romantic

Word Count ▪︎ 389 words

Summary ▪︎ With wavering hands and steady resolve, you begin to plan. When wrist pain stops that, Etho is there to help.

Note ▪︎ I actually have pretty poor circulation, and I get very cold in my extremities, so this is very close to home! The wrist pain is actually something I get too, but not very often. I hope you enjoy this one!

You had always had problems with your hands. Poor circulation caused many drawbacks, particularly bad when it came to your hands. You already got cold easily, a chill falling over you at any given moment, but your hands constantly felt like they were dipped in ice water. Your hands also shook terribly, your writing scratchy and wavering due to tge unsteadiness. Another effect of your poor circulation was achy wrists, and the dull pains that shot through your fingers when you used your hands for too long.

It wasn't usually a problem, since you didn't write often, but making blueprints for the new season had ruined your plan. You sat with Etho, across from eachother at matching desks as you drafted your blueprints.

You make a face, a sharp pain shooting through your wrist and fading into a dull throb. You drop the pen lightly, rubbing your wrist as you try to get over the dull ache shooting through it. Etho looks over slightly, watching as you twist your wrist gently.

"Is your wrist feeling okay? I can get you ice if you need." He says, gently taking your hand and cradling your wrist.

"I'm good, love," you reply, pulling your hand back and picking up the pen. You continue to write while Etho watches carefully, your hand shaking slightly. You continue to focus on tbe page, your penmanship wavering slightly as your hands tremble. Eventually you sigh, setting down the pen once again to hold your wrist.

"Maybe some ice would help," you say gently, smiling wryly at Etho. He lets out a small chuckle before standing and leaving to, presumably, get ice.

You wait, rubbing your hands together to stave off the sudden cold layering over them. Etho comes back seconds later, a towel laying in a bowl of water. He lies the towel over your wrists, and you startle slightly when the warm water touches your skin.

"I thought ice might make your hands too cold, so I brought you a warm towel instead," he hums, and clasps your hands between his own. You smile at him, and lay your head on his shoulder as he sits next to you.

"Thank you, Etho," You say, turning your head slightly to kiss him on the cheek. Etho blushes slightly, and just smiles at you as a reply.

#hermitcraft x reader #ethoslab x reader #etho x reader #pri writes!!

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prisiidon · 1 year

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✨ Zora May 2023 - 5th anniversary ✨ Tag any of your zora-related art/writing! go fkn ham guys to celebrate both of these! >:) Resources below:

Design a Zora Masterpost | Random fish generator

Entries: tumblr entries | twitter entries | old twitter entries

Previous events: 2020-2021 | 2019 | 2018

EDIT: EXTENDED! (due to leaks, spoilers and totk release in May)

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mieltelecheycrema · 5 months

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yk no one really talks about the ending glitch thing (from what ive seen) in f and c like yeah its a whole blink and you miss it type thing but the implications !!!!

more in tags

#like ive seen two ppl bring it up so far and get very little notes so sad #this is why im writing a pwish fic or well trying really hard to and idk if it even classifies as that #fionna and cake spoilers #okay so basically the idea is scarab and prismo whole roomate sitch blah blah blah scarab has been avoiding looking at prismo. like basical #y ignoring due to being mad and embarrassed then either smth brings attention to the glitching or scarab notices it and its like whu huh ?#bam prject prismo gone now its og pris and scarab is freaking the fuck out and has to figure out how to deal #then to the meat its gonna be like getting to know each other better backstory stuff and like figuring out what is going on while trying to #keep like the wishmaster position lookinh normal like nothings wrong or smth w/ the big boss #its all notes rn and i haven’t written fic in the longest but !!! i think it should be touched on more #prismo #scarab #yeah thats all im tagging ughh im so busy though idk if ill be able to even write the dang thing #i want to though 🫵 thats the important biz #mielmbles #prismo could die also like idk i got a bunch of steps and dialogue written #now the actual real question is if ill share the fic or just preserve it in my notebook like the other ones

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istadris · 7 months

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César/Astérix prompt, sur le thème "gui" ou alors "récompense", je te laisse choisir ;)

«Tu sais, Jules, je crois qu'on commence à se croiser plus souvent lorsque nous t'aidons que lorsque nous nous battons.»

Une remarque à la fois narquoise et pertinente, réalisa César avec une certaine surprise. Certes, il n'avait pas encore renoncé à conquérir le village...un jour, très certainement, quand il aurait fini de mettre de l'ordre dans ses affaires politiques et trouvé un plan assez retors pour vaincre ces Gaulois...

Mais au lieu de se comporter en ennemis raisonnables et ne faire face à César que sur le champ de bataille ou lors de négociations serrées, les Gaulois avaient pris la fâcheuse habitude de se mêler de ses affaires, le plus souvent à son avantage (comme en ce jour, où ils avaient débarrassé César d'un assassin à ses trousses), ce qui l'obligeait par principe à leur être redevable, en plus de s'être habitué à leurs têtes.Plus d'une fois il s'était interrogé sur ce qui les amenait encore et toujours sur sa route, notamment le petit guerrier blond.

« Certains diraient que c'est volontaire, répondit César en gardant un ton neutre malgré sa curiosité. Après tout, m'avoir comme débiteur à défaut d'allié vous permettrait de vivre en paix de mes troupes.

—Tu nous surestimes grandement si tu penses qu'on est assez informés de tes faits et gestes pour calculer nos actions.

—Je m'en voudrais de vous prendre pour plus intelligents que vous ne l'êtes.

—Ah, voilà le Jules que je connais bien, sourit le Gaulois.

—Mais cela m'intrigue d'autant plus. Toi et les tiens m'aidez à chaque fois par pure coïncidence...mais le feriez-vous volontairement, si vous en aviez l'opportunité ?

—Ça dépend. Est-ce que le jeu en vaudrait la chandelle ?»

La question était posée d'un ton badin mais tout comme la fausse indifférence de Jules, un fond de curiosité perçait dans la voix du petit Gaulois. Cherchait-il un potentiel avantage à exploiter pour son village ? Avait-il une récompense précise en tête ? Ou n'était-ce qu'une curiosité naïve ?

« La réponse devrait t'apparaître assez facilement. Tant que je serais en vie, votre village ne connaîtra pas la paix.Nous sommes ennemis, au mieux alliés contre un ennemi commun.

—En es-tu si sûr ? Après tout, il n'y a pas si longtemps nous avons partagé un banquet en l'honneur de ton fils, tu as fait reconstruire notre village...nous ne faisons pas de si mauvais alliés, selon moi.»

Il y avait un ton étrange dans la voix du Gaulois. Un regard en coin qui n'avait rien de moqueur, mais que César n'arrivait pas à déchiffrer.

« C'était une trêve... rafraîchissante. Et je vous suis réellement reconnaissants, à toi et les tiens, d'avoir protégé mon fils. Mais cela ne suffira pas à établir une paix durable entre nous. Après tout, pour chaque fois que vous m'avez aidé, vous m'avez causé des soucis volontairement. En réponse à des plans entrepris contre votre village, ajouta-t-il en voyant le Gaulois sur le point de s'indigner, je ne suis pas hypocrite au point de me convaincre du contraire.

—Donc selon toi, nous ne devrions pas t'aider si un jour tu avais réellement besoin de notre aide.

—Qu'y gagneriez-vous? M'aider ne ferait aucun sens, n'aurait aucune logique.»

A nouveau cet étrange regard. Si César ne connaissait pas mieux le Gaulois, il y aurait vu de la mélancolie, comme on en aurait pour une chimère hors d'atteinte...mais que connaissait-il de lui, en fin de compte?

Mais déjà l'expression se dissipait en un sourire narquois bien familier.

« Ah, mais nous sommes connus pour être un village de fous, pas vrai?»

#Astérix #asterix #Césastérix #julius caesar #my writing #Ista writes #writing ask meme #answers #j'ai pris quelques libertés avec le prompt ''récompense'' mais j'espère que ça te plaire

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priscilla9993 · 9 months

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Going off of @enchantedlandcoffee‘s nail polish prompt, I’m going to flesh it out some. Take passion where it leads me!

It had only been a half hour since Killian came in to drop off apartment warming gifts of food and Alice was all too merry to take a break from unpacking to eat sandwiches and take part in some “vibrant mess” as the sounds of power drills whirred from the bedroom to be as Robin assembling Ikea furniture. While he had planned to help out with anything, Killian hadn’t predicted helping his daughter paint her nails, so that she wouldn’t scarf down her food in order to have a free painting hand. The cloth tarp laid out over Robin and Alice’s dining table, littered with paint splotches from the adventurous artist’s previous works, currently acted as a nail salon station.

“What color do you want painted on next when this dries, Starfish?” Killian asked, holding a neon orange nail polish brush as Alice’s left hand, nails decorated in bright dots over simple bases, rested gently on his hook.

Usually, he’d be one for keeping his modern prosthetic on, as the byproduct of the curse made him more comfortable with its daily use. However, the silver attachment, familiar to him as ocean currents, suited being cleaned and dampened better than the black tailored glove he covered his hand prosthetic in.

Alice hummed happily as she took another bite of her marmalade sandwich before continuing to sort through a purple plastic storage case full of random polishes and makeup supplies, the glass clinking as she rummaged through them to pick out a lucky shade. One bottle caught her attention and she paused, looking at him with her eyes lit up in a way the former pirate knew tremendously well. “This one!” she exclaimed, fetching out a glittery topcoat and setting it on the tarp. “But only if you do it with me, Papa!”

“Starfish, I don’t think-” Killian hesitated. “I thought matching could be fun.” Alice nervously laughed and started fidgeting with a ring around her thumb.

He took a deep breath, contemplating the consequences of saying yes. Killian wanted to decline her request, imagining how his ears would sheepishly tint red and how he might earn another nickname similar to ‘Eagle Scout’ going into the precinct the next day, but as he saw Alice teeming with hope, he couldn’t say no. With a tired exhale, the detective swallowed his pride, twisted the brush cap back on as Alice held the previous neon polish bottle, and reciprocated her happiness with a smile.

“What have I got to lose?” Killian confidently replied. “But, I don’t think I can put that on first without a,” he addressed with an eyebrow raised, “what do you call it?”

“A base coat,” Alice confirmed, nodding in agreement to what he was implying. She dug around the case again until she pulled out an obsidian shaded polish. “Which hand should I do first?” the realm hopper questioned, tongue in cheek, earning her an eye roll in return.

They opened the black lacquer together as he readied himself for the first coat of paint he’d had on his nails in decades. Alice reassured him, “Don’t worry, Papa, I’ll be precise as long as you hold still.” “I’ll do my best,” he replied, jokingly shifting his hook up and down with every few strokes that she painted. By sticking to a repetitive motion, her drying hand was stuck on a small roller coaster, causing her to laugh or glare at him with annoyance. The next morning, Killian’s work day was filled with whispers and giggles around him until the desk sergeant, Sam Ryce, patted him on the shoulder as he grabbed his 2nd coffee. Clasping the warm paper cup, the detective’s fingernails dazzled like stars across a midnight sky.

“I see you’ve upgraded from Eagle Scout to Prom Queen,” Ryce candidly commented with a chuckle.

Killian grimaced as he sidestepped, increasing the distance between him and the desk sergeant. He replied back loudly, enough for the whole small precinct to hear and turn to silence, “So what? Call me what you like, but you’re missing out on a self care day.” As he walked back to his glass office space to sort out more paperwork related to the emergency calls made regarding the apocalyptic storms, Ryce complaining to others about how he couldn’t take a joke, Killian smiled, glad that a silly reminder of his time with Alice could stay by his side at work. He couldn’t wait to see how Alice and Robin were settling into their new apartment the next time he saw them.

#knightrook #wish killian jones #detective rogers #alice jones #robin mills #samuel b ryce #father daughter bonding #nail painting #sometimes I take an idea and run with it #pris writes

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disorganizedkitten · 19 days

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Sometimes I wander onto blogs of fandoms I'm not in just to explore. I like looking at the fanart and the dissertations and the fics and wondering what goes on in canon

Seeing how much I can figure out

Or I'll jump into a new fandom tag on ao3 and get the full weight of foreshadowing without the dramatic irony because I know NONE OF THESE PEOPLE

NONE OF THESE EVENTS

Your dramatic-irony-foreshadowing clues don't work on me!!

it's incredibly fun, 10/10 do recommend

#detroit become human #BNHA #Anytime I touch minecraft with a pole #FNAF #specifically the Sun and Moon Show #Those fics are really fun actually #Do I understand canon more than serial killers and viruses?#nope #do I deeply enjoy this?#yep #Idk if it's canon or just the authors but Sun and Moon are a lovely duo and they can be pried out of my cold dead hands #also Philza and Technoblade feature a lot in the platonic soulmates tag and I love that for them #also sometimes I find original works on ao3 and those are good actually #INCREDIBLY so I should drop a rec list sometime #I am finally far enough along to write my own bnha fics which is a great feeling #but lemme tell you starting the fandom with Anyone by Gentrychild was BAFFLING #I had to leave and come back #signifcantly more fun the second time around #guessing who was who :chefskiss:#Also Danny Phantom #am definitely in that fandom now #started the show and everything #but 90% sure I started in fics #also megamind #vaguely in the fandom and DEVOUR the fics #anyway this is your reminder to branch out of your little zoo #Jaymeow Speaks

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herstoriies · 6 months

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your outfit's entertaining. i'll give you that. (Javert, possibly but not necessarily while they're still prickly with each other XD)

AS SAID BY DORIAN PAVUS [accepting!]

Why, if it wasn’t her favorite Producer. Blue eyes rolled at the remark, and a debonaire pursed lips tugged to a grin at the presence of her esteemed rival and significant annoyance, M. Aristide Javert.

“I do live to entertain~” vanity if ever there was. She waved in front of her an ornate fan - painted birds on white silk and brimmed with white feathers (matching the white feathers decorating the side of her hair), before holding it up to her left ear - that is in the secret language of fans meaning, I wish to be rid of you. Of course, this was matched with a proud smile. “So coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment~”

Priscilla glimmered like a male peacock - literally, in an azure blue velvet gown with peacock feathers adorning her neckline, train, and skirt. And yet the bustle gown fitted her to perfection and accentuated every vision of her flattering physique. Designed probably by Charles Worth, who by now was the primary source for Priscilla's wardrobe. The overall look was avante-garde and practically sang: look at me, but that’s what Divas do best, being the center of attention. Around her neck was also the latest necklace gifted by one of those revolving dandies - M. Guy Thibault this time?

“And what color ribbon did you select to tie your mane this time? Burgundy, wine, or scarlet?”

@reverdies

#reverdies : javert #v: joie de paris #I still love writing them when they're prickly XD #reverdies #and it always makes me grin to think #'hey these two dorks eventually get married!' XD #also it's about time I nod at that npc dandy I have from this story XD #btw in the director's cut of this reply Pris thinks to herself:#If only this gala came with a fountain large enough that she could 'accidentally' push him into

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