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minhosimthings · 8 months

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Gummy bears please?

Synopsis: In which Jake wants gummy candy.

Warnings: FLUFF AND FLUFF

Pairings: Sim Jaeyun/Jake × gn!reader, implied shorter reader

A/N: dumb little drabble of mine cause I cannot write another chapter of anything rn. Oh and it's not specified what the gummy actually is because gummy to me is gummy candy which includes gummy bears and all the other sugary stuff! So if you call it something else, I don't know what to do!

Song rec: Melting by Kali Uchis.

"Omg babe the store's still open!" Your boyfriend of five years, Jaeyun or Jake, was tightly holding your hand and basically dragging you behind him as you strode up to the twenty four hour convenience store near your house. The snow was thick today and your Wellington boots were fighting for their life as your legs were half immersed in the snow. "Darling, it's a twenty four hour store. It's always open." You laughed at your boyfriend's sad puppy face as you corrected him and entered the store, pushing the transparent door which had 'pull' clearly written in green on it. "Hey Y/nnie!" The blonde haired cashier with the cutest cheeks and a green apron greeted you from the front counter. This place was a cute little blue building and you and Jake knew most of the employees who came here since every piece of utility in your house came from here, from the tiny little iron nails to the heavy curtain rods. "Hey Sunoo. Working the late shift again?" You asked the boy as his face formed into a pout and he sulked. "I'm stuck with Jay Hyung again. Like why me? I'm just doing this for a raise in my monthly allowance and every single time luck seems to be against my favour." "Yah atleast you got stuck with me and not Riki. Be thankful you spoilt brat." A husky voice came from the shadows behind Sunoo as Jay came carrying two purple bags, clad in the same apron as Sunoo. Jay and Sunoo were school mates who had studied with Jake and their relationship could basically be described as grumpy × sunshine, except most of the time you didn't know who was who. You gently smiled at Jay and turned to around, to not only find your boyfriend missing, but also to hear your name being screamed at a very high pitch from somewhere across the store. You sighed and smiled to yourself and went across the aisles to find Jake. You shouldn't have given him that experimental cup of lavender infused coffee because now, at twelve in the morning he was an overactive golden retriev- oh sorry a cream border collie.

You looked around the wooden shelves of the sanitary items isle and through a tiny gap in between the shelves, you spotted a patch of messy brown hair. You wound around the aisle you were in and went into the next one, to find Jake kneeling in front of a multicolored bag. Of course. Where else would you find a hyperactive Jake if not in the candy aisle? You really didn't want Jake to have more sugar, because if he did, oh he wouldn't sleep until next year's first snow (which would allow you to fall in love with him all over again). Jake looked so adorable, crouched in front of all the candy, his eyes wider than, well, a kid in a candy shop. His own pair of Wellington boots were slightly damn and his scarf was nowhere to be found. But as you looked at him, clad in those black glasses and that fat little jacket, you felt yourself going back to the Twenty First night of September when you had taken the effort to talk to your cute barista colleague. And that effort bore fruit as that cute barista now stood in front of you with the messiest hair and a rambling tongue which was saying "Baby, baby baby! Can we get this pleeease?" He held up a multicolored pack of gummies. You knew he didn't really like chocolate much and always preferred to go for gummies or some sort of fruit snack, a trait which both you and his elder brother Heeseung despised and tried to get out of him. Unfortunately for you, Jake never really got out of his obsession for gummies and you knew how they made him behave. Oh he was a cat on catnip when he had all the sugar which was in the gummies. Overexcited, on a sugar high, never getting tired and eventually getting hangover-like symptoms the next mornings.

"Jake baby no. Let's not get gummies now ok? We're here to pick up some ramen. How about we get that and then tomorrow I'll get you ice cream hm?" Your heart dropped slowly as you noticed the expression on Jake's face get sadder and sadder, that cute little pout getting bigger. Oh no. Oh you knew what was coming now. There's only one force in this universe which can defeat your slightly tsundere heart. And that was called the 'Jake's puppy eyes'. He usually did that when he wanted to cuddle but you just wanted to sleep or when you wouldn't get him gummies. And oh boy. You could easily say no to a lot of people, but this? This was the ultimate force. You could never say no to Jake when he widens his eyes, pouts his cute little lips and ruffles his hair so that he looks like the human version of Layla.

And sure enough he did exactly that. To dramatise it even more, he knelt down in front of you and did the face while hugging your waist. "Jakey babe no. Please don't do that face you know I can't resis-" Your serious words were cut off by Jake wrapping his arms properly around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss, his soft pink lips dancing with yours. The kiss was slow, soft and sweet, with both of your eyes closed and your lips doing a sensual dance with each other's. As Jake pulled away from the kiss first and your vision fell upon his brown eyes, you couldn't resist anymore. "Alright babe we can get the gummies." Jake smiled so widely that you thought his mouth was about to fall off and was about to go in for another kiss when- "Hey lovebirds! We're about to close shop! Get your ramen and get your asses back home! The snow's coming in again." Jay shouted from across the store loudly. Jake looked at your eyes and grinned cutely. "See baby? I told you they won't be open for twenty four hours that's just ridiculous!" Your heart lifted so much and your smile only got wider as you looked at Jake and thanked the universe for bringing him to you as you picked up some ramen and went off to get them checked out by Sunoo.

"Yoi the gummies are buy one get one free!"

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iguessitsjustme · 1 year

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TinTol - Angel Baby

Requested by @benkaaoi

#triage #triage the series #triage bl #rae makes video edits #rae takes requests #i will still take one more video request just follow the link above if you want #i'm starting to learn my software and transitions and things #hope you enjoy this!#also a++ song choice for these two #i could not have picked a better song for these two if i tried #also thank you for reminding me that troye sivan exists it's been way too long since i listened to any of troye's songs

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darcymariaphoster · 11 months

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Chapters: 36/? Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Denmark/Finland/Norway/Sweden (Hetalia), Norway/Sweden (Hetalia), Denmark/Norway/Sweden (Hetalia), Denmark/Norway (Hetalia), Denmark/Sweden (Hetalia), Finland/Sweden (Hetalia), Finland/Norway (Hetalia), Denmark/Finland (Hetalia), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Austria/Hungary/Prussia (Hetalia) Characters: Nordics (Hetalia), Denmark (Hetalia), Norway (Hetalia), Sweden (Hetalia), Finland (Hetalia), Germany (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia), Poland (Hetalia), Lithuania (Hetalia), Austria (Hetalia), Estonia (Hetalia), Iceland (Hetalia), Sealand (Hetalia), Hetalia Original Character(s), Svalbard (Hetalia), Greenland (Hetalia), Latvia (Hetalia), Belarus (Hetalia), Hungary (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fantasy, Polyamory, OT4, Magic, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Thermokinesis, I don't know what to call Sweden's gift, Blood, War, probably fluff, Because I can't write without fluff, I'm writing this instead of finishing my other wip, this is definitely an indulgent fic, Very generous nod to the Viking Age, Soulmate AU, my attempt at a slow burn, .-., Mpreg, Family, Unique family dynamic, Raising children, Empath, Seer, Healer, I have done more research for this story than any other story, I just honestly hope that shows, Norse paganism, respectful nod to Sami culture, my take on some of the spiritual aspects of viking and Sami cultures Series: Part 1 of Nordic Tales Summary:

The Väinämöinen family is dead.

That's the news that sparks the building of a new and vast kingdom, one that promises to rival even the most powerful kingdoms in Europe. It's not the way Sigurd had imagined meeting any of his soul partners, under political terms and conditions. But here he is -- with three other men, conspiracy, and more personal challenges than he'd ever thought one could handle.

All he'd wanted was to be King.

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shrinkthisviolet · 10 months

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OC Creator Bingo 2023

Kiwi

for @mshrom

#hope you enjoy this!#pokemon oc #ocb2023 #oc creator bingo 2023 #i don’t make a lot of moodboards/aesthetics usually so 😅#ocappreciationtag #other people’s ocs

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ravens-words · 2 years

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💓 Send me a ship + a sentence and I’ll write the next 5 (or more) sentences. (All Ships in 911, LS, RNM)

Tarlos-

TK looked at Carlos like he was seeing him for the first time, and maybe in some ways he was.

Thank you, T 💛

TK looked at Carlos like he was seeing him for the first time, and maybe in some ways he was. He stood in the doorway of their little girl's room, leaning against the door jamb, and simply watched as his husband held her, a hand rubbing her back gently as he spoke to her in a quiet murmur. There was something so soft, but also fierce and protective about this Carlos- like he was ready to fight anything for her, even the nightmares.

He stepped inside, quiet enough to not startle their dozing daughter, and wrapped his arms around his husband from behind. He pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades, then one on the warm skin of his neck, making him shiver. "Hey," he whispered into his skin.

Carlos leaned into his arms slightly, and TK gladly took the weight. "Hi," he muttered, "what are you doing up?"

TK shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Bed's cold without you."

He laughed, and TK felt it against his chest. "I see how it is, you just want me to keep you warm."

"Mhmm," he hummed, pulling back, then taking one of his hands, "she's asleep. Come back to bed."

Carlos nodded, and somewhat reluctantly put their daughter back in her crib. He stepped back and into TK's waiting arms. They kissed for a few seconds, languid and unhurried, before TK tugged him back using his grip on his waist. "Bed," he repeated.

Carlos grinned, and leaned down to kiss him again.

#tarlos #tarlos fic #ejwritestarlos #ej's600celebration #hope you enjoy this!

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concealeddarkness13 · 2 years

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Fire and Steel (Speedrunning Therapy) Part 1

The amazing @drabbleitout and I have been working on a collaboration, where my character, Chess, from All’s Fair gets transported to their world from the story Time Borrowed. Which leads to found family and learning that she can be loved and have friends! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, and @starryeve88! If you want to be added or dropped from this taglist, just let me know!

Voices were shouting, and I flinched and huddled more in the corner of the cold alleyway. The cops were coming, and they would find me, and they would take me and hurt me, and I couldn’t stop them. I squeezed my eyes shut as the shouts grew closer…

It was suddenly bright out. And warmer. I opened my eyes and stared. I was outside a city, and it looked nothing like any of the cities I had ever seen. And the plants were so different from the plants on her world. What was this place? I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming.

But no. I was still here, and so the best thing to do would be to get information. But, fuck, I didn’t have a jacket, so my right arm prosthetic was visible. Which would be trouble. So, first priority was stealing enough money for a jacket and some food. Then figure out what the fuck was going on.

I walked into the city, staying in the shadows as I pickpocketed anyone I could. The coins didn’t look anything like the currency on my world, and there were humans walking around without looking worried. So, this couldn’t be inside or outside the enclosure. And I had heard that there were different planets with humans living on them. At least people thought so. Maybe…I was in a different world? Still, I needed to cover up my prosthetics. That was my top priority.

I found an almost empty store and walked in, checking out the different jackets for something that was pretty warm. It was chilly outside. As I was looking, a man approached me, and he had on some kind of uniform that looked distinctly like a cop’s uniform, just not any cop’s uniform I had seen.

“Leather jackets are really in right now,” he chuckled. He had dark skin; short, black hair; and brown eyes. And he was trying to look friendly, but I wasn’t believing that for a second. No cop was friendly. I turned around, but there was another man caging me in. Shit. The first man got my attention back, but I still watched the other one, and I turned so my back wasn’t to either of them. “Do you mind if we talk to you for a second? We’ve had some calls of concern that may involve you.”

Shit. I tried to hide my prosthetic arm, but that was probably way the fuck too late. How would they react to prosthetics here, if this was indeed a new world? I glanced around. There was an exit not far from me. I could probably get there before they could get me. “What do you mean?”

“Well, we’ve just had some, uh, heated report someone’s been going around of someone dipping for cash. And you sorta fit the description.” He motioned to my arm, and I tried to hide it more. “Which, I get. It’s still pretty chilled out. Probably not the best for those joints. I’m not here to ruin anyone’s day. I just want to talk about what might be going on.”

Bullshit. I glanced around again and took a step back. “I’m not going with you anywhere.”

“Take it easy. We don’t have to go anywhere unless you wanna make a scene.” The first man held up his hands as if he didn’t want to hurt me. More bullshit. “I’m on my lunch break, so I’m just looking to get this settled here. Won’t even send in a report. But if you run, I don’t feel like chasing, and then Beau’s gonna have to go after you -it’s gonna be a lot of paperwork.” He didn’t move, but I kept stepping back, away from either of them. “If you didn’t, fine. If you did, you can just leave what you found and call it a day.”

Fuck no. This was all I had to survive. And anyway, I wouldn’t believe his fucking words for a second. I coughed out some smoke before I ducked under the clothes behind me and sprinted for the exit. I got there without a problem and ran for the crowds, ducking and weaving through people without really disturbing anyone and winding through alleyways and through traffic. I skidded down an alleyway, and I was sure I had lost them, but when I turned around, the second man, the one with pale skin and curly, brown hair, skidded into the alleyway after me. Fuck.

I took a few steps back as he staggered back, looking unbalanced. Shit, how fast was he? I would be impressed if he wasn’t a fucking cop. He spoke, and he didn’t even sound out of breath. “Please, don’t run.” I coughed up some smoke as the fire in my lungs burned my throat. “A-are you alright?”

“What’s it matter to you?” My voice already sounded hoarse from the fire burning my throat.

“It matters very much, especially if you’re in pain. It’s my job to help people, and I want to help you. Are you hurt?”

What the fuck was he talking about? That wasn’t right. The cops on my world didn’t give a shit. Ever. “Bullshit!” I backed up some more. “You don’t fucking care!”

He drew a fucking gun. Sure, he just wanted to help. “If you run I’ll have no choice but to detain you.”

I had to escape. I turned, ready to run and dodge the bullets, but before I could get very far, the first man jumped in front of me and grabbed me, and I screamed, hitting and kicking him, but he wouldn’t let me go, not even when I hit him with my prosthetics. He barely even flinched. He got me back on my feet and turned me around after I kneed him in the stomach. “A little help here, bud!” And then the second man grabbed me too and forced me still as they got cuffs around my wrists. The fire flared up, and I started coughing up more smoke as a car showed up, and the first man pushed me into the car.

Well, there was a fucking window still, so I started kicking at it as they talked outside. But the glass was thick, and even my prosthetic leg couldn’t kick through it easily. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but then the one who had caught up to me got in the car in the backseat with me.

“You’re okay. Will you give me the chance to talk? Can I help you?”

I growled at him and shook my head and summoned some fire to my foot so I could try to melt the glass. I could just see those dark rooms, the cops laughing at me as they beat me. I wasn’t going back there! Not if I had anything to say about it. Even though it was still taking way the fuck too long to melt the glass. I already started coughing up smoke.

“Garnet, drive,” the second man said. “I’m going to alert EMT’s to meet us at the station. We need to get her help. Calm her down so we can find out what’s going on.”

“Or calm her down so she doesn’t set the car on fire!”

Fuck. The fire in my lungs flared up again, and I collapsed in a coughing fit, losing the fire on my foot. I curled up on the seat, coughing and not having the time to try anything else. Shit.

“Give me your water bottle,” the second man said through the mesh window.

“Mine?”

“Well, I certainly don’t have one. Give it.” Garnet opened the window and handed his water bottle through it. The other man grabbed it and held it out to me. “Would you like something for your cough? It sounds painful.”

I shook my head. Why was he pretending to be so nice? But there was no reason to take the water. “Water…makes it worse.” I was still coughing, but it was finally starting to calm down.

“…worse?” He took the water back. “I’m sorry. Is…is there anything that may help? Can you tell me how I can help?”

Finally, I was starting to feel a little better. I leaned against the door and tried to take in deep breaths in between coughs. “Nothing.”

“Are you in pain? Would it be better if I got rid of the cuffs?” He paused, but I didn’t respond. “Can we make a deal? If we can talk we’ll get rid of the cuffs, we won’t have to get anyone else involved. No holding cell. No EMT’s. Just the three of us.”

No fucking way would I believe that. He just wanted me to be compliant. I clenched my fists. “I can’t trust your fucking word.”

Garnet parked the car, and I tensed. What were they going to do? Beat me here and now? The other man smiled at Garnet and turned back to me, and I cowered away from him as much as I could. “What if we start small? My name is Beau. What’s your name?”

What the hell was this strategy? It wasn’t like he really cared, but it also wouldn’t hurt to play along. “…Chess.”

He smiled a little. “It’s nice to meet you Chess. I know we didn’t have the best of introductions at the store, and I apologize for that. Were you trying to get something to stay warm?” He nodded at my arm, and I flinched. “We have a coworker, Valetta, she has a prosthetic too. She’s told us they can have issues if the weather is too cold.”

I frowned. What the fuck? Why were they so invested in this fucking farce? “You don’t get to know anything about me.” I stiffened, just in case he decided to hit me for my impudence.

“That’s fair.” Wait, what? “I’m a stranger and you’re smart to keep personal information to yourself.”

“I got here when I was eighteen,” Garnet spoke up, not looking at me. “I took the first bus out of foster care for as far as a jar of change would take me. I know what a dip looks like. I lived on the streets boosting motorcycles and electric cars to get by. If you’re stealin’ pocket change, you’re not doing it for sport.” He glanced up so that he was looking at me through the mirror. “A- I know you’re not from here because if you wanted to steal, you’d be down closer to the bay. Not in this neighborhood. B- this isn’t your first rodeo, which means someone hasn’t been doing their job.” He pointed at the building he had parked at. It looked like a store. “I’m gonna leave the car parked here. I’m gonna go inside and get you a jacket. Tell me the size and a color you’d like. You’ve got two minutes.”

What the fuck? This had to be a trick. But I couldn’t figure it out. “Um. Pink and medium.”

“Bet,” he nodded and left, and I stared after him as he actually walked into the store. What the fuck?

“I didn’t know about the motorcylces part,” Beau admitted. “But you have good taste. Pink is really popular this year. Unfortunately, Garnet doesn’t, so please don’t be offended with his choice of attire. His wardrobe consists of band tees and hoodies. How is your throat?”

There was no fucking way he meant this. There was no way! Not after all the shit I had to deal with on my world! I looked over at Beau. “I don’t understand. Why don’t you just drop the act? Any cop has only wanted to hurt me or wish that I would die.” I curled my lip in a snarl. “If they caught me, they’d just hurt me or worse. You’re not any different.”

He looked so fucking surprised, and I frowned. Either he was a really good actor, or this really wasn’t how they were here. He finally spoke after a lengthy pause. “That’s horrific. They shouldn’t be holding that position if that’s the way they go about things.” He kept staring at me. “I know I can’t convince you with just words, but I promise that harming you isn’t even in the realm of what I want, or what I’m even here for.”

He leaned to set the water bottle on the floor, then unzipped the jacket to roll up one of the sleeves. “You see, I’m not like Garnet. I’m an artificial intelligence unit, and my job is to help people. Protect people.” The skin of his arm moved, revealing cracks and glowing machinery underneath. Okay. I really wasn’t on my own world anymore. No one had robots. He pulled one of the panels away, and wires ran underneath his skin. “I may not be familiar with those where you come from, but I do believe I may be at least a little different.”

I blinked and stared. Yeah, this was a different world. So, maybe he really was telling the truth. “I don’t understand. And…I don’t even know if I’m from this world. I’ve never heard of an artificial intelligence unit.” The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. Shit.

“Like an alien, from outer space?!” But before I could try and figure out how to fix it, Garnet was back, and he did have a bag with something pink inside. He really had gotten a jacket?

He walked over to my door. “If I open this, are you gonna run away again?”

I shifted so I wasn’t leaning against the door. There was no way I could escape, and maybe they weren’t so bad as I had thought. “You’ll just catch me again, so I guess I won’t run.”

He opened the door with a chuckle. “See, I knew you were a smart one. And we had a deal, so I’m gonna hold up my end and get those cuffs off. But if you try burning my car down, we’re gonna have problems. Turn a little bit.” I did so, not saying anything. They…were possibly nice. And sure enough, he got a key and unlocked them and offered the jacket.

“Garnet, I don’t think we should take her in,” Beau said.

“Yeah, I was thinkin’ that too.” He leaned on the door. “At least not for any criminal activity. I think maybe we should keep this under wraps, at least for right now. But I don’t know if I feel comfortable just letting back out here to run amuck. So, we need to come to some kind of agreement. You don’t have to tell me details, but don’t lie to me -you have somewhere to stay?”

The jacket was so comfy. I frowned as I put it on. How much should I say? I had already admitted that I didn’t think I was from this world. Should I say more? “I don’t even know where I am. I don’t recognize anything.”

“Featherfall, Maryland.” Yeah, nope. I was certainly not on my world anymore. “No? Alright, well, you can—”

“You can stay with us!” Beau announced.

“Hey now, hold on a second. She might not want to stay with one of us. Maybe she’d be more comfortable with one of the girls.”

“Oh, right.”

“So, if you’d like, we can take you to the station -as a visitor- and let you meet some of the others. See if maybe we can find you somewhere you’ll be comfortable to stay until you get your feet under you, or figure out how to get home?”

I still frowned as I snuggled more into the jacket. It was so warm. There had to be something he expected out of this. “How do you want me to pay you back?”

“Well not with swiped cash.” Garnet chuckled. “How about not making me run anymore today?”

Huh? That wasn’t a way to pay him back. “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to pay me back for nothing. We made a deal, you calmed down, I got you a jacket. As long as you don’t try taking off and making me have to do paperwork, I’d call that square.” He winked. “Besides, the city pays me. You don’t have to. So, where to?”

Oh. So he wanted a different kind of payment. Got it. I made my voice get all low and flirty. “It doesn’t matter. I’m comfortable wherever.”

Beau sighed and shook his head at Garnet, who looked confused. “What? What’d I do?”

“He has absolutely no idea what you’re saying,” Beau said, looking over at me. “It doesn’t quite…connect.” He turned back to Garnet. “She’s offering favors to pay you back for helping her.”

Garnet stared and then chuckled, looking way too amused. Huh? “Ch’yeah, no -I mean I’m flattered, but not really my thing.” He shook his head, leaning on the door. “That -uh, is that common where you’re from? Because I’m starting to wonder if we should be worrying to send you back home.”

I nodded. All the damn time. “I still don’t understand. And yeah. No one does something for free. Especially not for me.”

“Especially not you? Why especially not you?”

I hesitated, but this wasn’t my world. They didn’t hate my prosthetics. “People hate the prosthetics I have, and therefore think that I don’t deserve what other people do.”

“Wow!” He chuckled. “Are you serious? They don’t have laws or something for that?” My frown deepened, and I lowered my gaze to the floor. They really had laws to tell people to hate people from the cyborg experiments and pretend like they had never existed. Garnet glanced at Beau before looking back at me and kneeling so he was eye to eye with me. “Well, I can promise you, no one’s going to think that way here…the fire might be, uh, new, but no one’s going to think anything different just because you have prosthetics. I mean, look at Beau, he's 100% synthetic.”

“We do worry about the fire, and the occasional issue you seem to be having with smoke.” Beau tilted his head. “But having prosthetics doesn’t mean you’re entitled to less.”

I tilted my head back. This didn’t make any sense. “Why are you being so nice?”

Garnet’s smile turned into a thin line, and I shrunk down. I had said the wrong thing. They were going to hurt me now. But he just shrugged. “I like to help out. Cops were crooked when I was a kid, so, just doing my bit to turn the tables. Plus, it really helps to clean out the brain when trying to sleep at night. Beau is just…like that. But don’t let him fool you, he can be mean.”

“I’m not mean!”

“Would you rather I be a jerk?” I could feel his eyes on me. “I mean, I can, but usually you gotta deserve it.”

No, I wouldn’t. “It would make more sense. But no, I suppose not.”

“No offense, but I couldn’t give two shits if you’ve got prosthetics. One of my best friends is prosthetics with code, my other best friend has a prosthetic leg and prosthetic hearing. So, I guess I’m nice because I don’t really have a reason to be mean. But it would probably be on sight with the guys where you’re from. Don’t think I’d get along there.” He patted the side of the car and stood up. “Hungry? Tired?”

Both of those things. My stomach growled, but I just shook my head. “I’m fine.”

“Then how about we take you back? See what we can do to help.”

They were so fucking nice. “Sounds good.” I snuggled into the jacket more and actually felt a little bit comfortable. I didn’t understand how they could be so nice, but maybe I was safer here than my own world. They were actually treating me like a human being, so this was already way better than my world.

#writeblr #fire and steel #hope you enjoy this!#the characters are so much fun!

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nach0 · 2 years

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Would like to say I LOVE all your empires works. I think Gem and Xornoth would have made some great interactions if they were seen together more in Canon.

I dont know if you're taking requests right now or if you were already planning to write this, but can you write a bit of the aftermath of the ending of "Words of Fire"? I love your work!

Ahh thank you! I wasn't planning on writing anything but this ask got the ideas flowing and I blacked out to find 200 words in a word doc lol

As Gem sprinted through the forest, she let out a laugh at the irony of the situation. Here she was, years after running away the first time, doing the exact same thing to the person who saved her.

No, not saved.

Xornoth didn’t care, they’d just been using her.

(But they’d kept her around after, a small part of her brain whispered. Wasn’t that proof they cared?)

She shook her head to clear it, focusing on her destination. The Crystal Cliffs was out, as was the Grimlands. They would expect her to go there.

The sun started to rise, and she muttered a curse. The minute Xornoth realised she was missing they would have guards searching for her, or worse, come look themself.

Finally pushing through the trees, her heart soared with hope when the empire came into view. Desperately knocking on the door, she leaned against the porch railings to catch her breath.

“Hello?” The ruler asked, opening the door with a concerned look. “Are you alright, do you need help?”

Nodding, Gem bowed low. “Your majesty, I formally request sanctuary from Rivendell’s king and their forces.”

The ruler gently nudged her upright, smiling softly.

“Of course. Why don’t you come inside and tell me what happened? And please, just call me Pearl.”

I am a sucker for Pearl and Gem's friendship, they are the beloveds

There is a possibility of even more another time but I wanna try and finish my current wip first haha

Tag list: @a-chilly-pepper @over-emotional-huffelpuff

#not gonna main tag this just because it's so short #my writing #nach0 writing #hope you enjoy this!#feel free to come up with theories and ideas or anything for this au #i'd love to hear them!

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endless-oc-creations · 2 years

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❤️Spreading Love Giveaway❤️

For Poppy{ @come-along-pond } from a secret admirer.

Message from Secret Admirer: I know we haven’t talked much, but I really like your blog, and I really love how creative you are. Hope this sweet little graphic puts a smile on your face during this difficult time in the oc community.

Coloring: Prairie by Irwinbae {DeviantArt}

💕 Forever Taglist: @bravelittleflower @kendelias @sunlitscribe @eddysocs @jvstjewels @raith-way @waterloou @decennia @hiddenqveendom @stanshollaand @foxesandmagic @booty-boggins @asirensrage @connietheecunning 💕

#I'm still pushing these out!#I can't apologize enough for the delay!#hope you enjoy this!#for friends

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whiteshipnightjar · 3 months

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Zoozve, my beloved

#i cannot tell you how much this made me smile just bc it's so full of love #moon #venus #zoozve #long post #sorry about that it's very long but it's very entertaining i hope you enjoy this lil zoozve gem haha #astronomy #astrophysics #space

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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months

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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them?#“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years.#thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me.#idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

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emberglowfox · 7 months

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Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

#sparks art #comic #angel #robot #my art #my comics #keeper: the angel #keeper: the lighthouse keeper #my ocs #hoogh. this was a grind yall lmao. but i am pleased with it #i hope you enjoy :pray: also keep your fingers crossed for me that this wins the contest #like it. it wont. because i am up against actual SEQA kids that know what theyre doing. and i dont actually mind really #but it would be funny #long post #very long post #sorry #i hope the readmore works

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buggachat · 5 months

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something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

#writing this my brain was like: what if he actually likes it?#what if he likes people openly criticizing him in ways nobody actually does to Adrien agreste?#because Adrien Agreste is perfect and can do no wrong. maybe he enjoys being insulted or something #and then I remembered chat noirs multiple breakdowns about feeling unworthy and yknow what yeah I don’t think he likes it LOL #do normal people actually fall asleep when they lie down #if you can’t tell I recently decided to make my random ml musings your guys’ business instead of keeping it to myself #hope you enjoy

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little-eye-guy · 1 year

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"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere

#eye guy speaks #i need that phrase to be removed from everyone's vocabulary Please #why are you so convinced that such things cannot be discovered by or found in the mundane #1/1/23 edit: hope you all have enjoyed yourselves bc im ready for some peace and quiet *turns off reblogs*#1/4/23 edit: please don't comment about wanting to reblog. the experience itself may be fleeting but you will have your memory of it #(aka i turned them off for my health and you will be ok. it's just a post)

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pitgritted · 7 months

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garen’s words were met with a lighthearted scoff from the half - beast . a heat had wedged itself between the clutches of his chest cavity , a searing blood curdling heat that strangled his heart , bones , &. lungs . the aftermath of a spar . sett had the body to prove it , scars grazing over the mounds of muscle , notably his biceps &. pectorals . divots of his chiseled body rolled with every breath . his abdominal muscles &. obliques were fuckin’ tense . his knuckles throbbed with a potent straining sensation , like he was hitting a brick wall to a senseless . his concussive blows would just temporarily stun garen &. ultimately the stocky bulldozer would rise to his feet again .

sett liked that . he liked that a lot . but he knew damn well if he was mildly injured in the fight , so was garen . sett doesn’t play with his food , not like many of his fighters . “ for a man who knows how to work their blade , your fists ain’t half bad . ” he replies , grazing fingers over his temple , lightly coated in a sheen of sweat , &. feeling a bruise swelter in reaction . well — his jaw fuckin’ hurt . getting knocked right on your face , &. then trying to anticipate the direction of the punch to make it less lethal upon impact , wasn’t fun . end up with a few teeth discarded from your gums , a busted lip , broken jaw , or a swollen ass cheek . sett ended up with two of the latter .

a busted lip &. a mildly swollen cheek . the dulled pain would surface up his face , into a rather annoying headache . the boss drags his legs over beside garen’s seated body , his long appendage of a tongue curling over a bloodied fang . he tastes a faint saltiness &. a heavy supplement of iron . huh … guess he might’ve also busted up something from inside after all . chalking it down to experience , sett hasn’t had a meaningful dose of sparring in a long time . &. it would be a demacian riling to get a go . a vanguard to boot . a trained specimen of battle . he was reassured to know garen doesn’t get knocked down easily like some ragdoll . didn’t die easily .

sett plants himself next to them , eyes getting a better grasp of his physique &. wear . felt a little prideful on his hits , as evident by the bruises that seem to encroach on ivory flesh . slowly bleed through the petal like white . his furry ear flicks sideways , his jaw shifting softly .

“ bullshit . i didn’t hold back on you … don’t try to play tough with me , big guy . boss man always knows how to plan his punches . fought a lot of bastards to know . ” &. garen certainly was no different . outside of pensive matters like fighting for one’s country , land , &. king — sett did it for the comfort of a swollen coffer . vastly different goals &. outcomes . the environment felt sticky &. irritable . didn’t help ionia was in a season of insufferable heat . the tree that was weaved to make up his pit would act like a sponge &. hold onto it . it was a dry scent that would plague his nostrils . the scent of wood having gone without water . for days . doesn’t deter sett from making a remark , a witty comment , his rugged voice blistering off the sharp edges of his saliva coated fangs . translucent strings clinging to his canines . “ why’s such an important demacian itchin’ for a fight ? … what ? are your comrades too soft for you ? ”

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.” - starter for @mettlemight .

#mettlemight #𓆰 ㅤ ㅤ〝 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲… 〞 — 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 : SETT THE BOSS.#sett ic.#hope you enjoy this!

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