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biscuitboba · 7 months

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Thinking about the "you are my captain luffy, and im your first mate" line and uhh, remember when luffy first asked zoro to become a part of his crew? while untying the ropes, zoro said to luffy something along the line "you can untie me, but i'm still not gonna be part of your crew", and he was all like "i mean it!", and then later luffy also asked nami to join his crew, but of course she rejected him too.

Anyway, later (after teaming up with nami first then zoro second) luffy told morgan that they are a crew (just luffy being luffy), but zoro and nami of course refuted his statement. Not just once though, after defeating morgan and the other marines, nami and zoro pulled out the "not a crew" statement simultaneously after the "im sensing a little bit of tension amongst the crew" line from luffy.

So like i cant help but think about how zoro and nami technically kinda joined at the same time? And not just that, but nami's actually the first person that luffy teamed up with! And this got me thinking, zoro what makes you think that you are luffy's first mate? I get if animanga zoro wanted to call himself luffy's first mate, but opla zoro? Like anyway all im trying to say is that opla zoro is a self proclaimed first mate, i said what i said.

Also i'd like to add something from what i've read somewhere about first mate and:

"First mate is the vice captain and is not necessarily the first person to join. A first mate is appointed after a sizeable crew is formed and the captain picks the most suitable person to lead his crew in his absence."

AND REMEMBER THE "you just got here you don't know what luffy needs" line from zoro??? luffy said that he needed zoro. Zoro heard what he said. This man is just ready to commit for life. He picked himself as the first mate like a champ, as he should.

EDIT: after rewatching opla i just realised that nami used the first mate phrase not only once but twice (when talking to/abt zoro). But i still think that zoro is a self proclaimed first mate, cuz first mate should've been chosen by the captain and they (luffy & zoro) never really talked about it so i stand by what i said:D

#Like i get that zoro naturally becomes a part of straw hat crew #like there's no official moment as clear as the one in the anime or manga when zolo agrees with luffy to join his crew #but like the lack of 'officially joining the crew' moment is what makes the “im your first mate” line from zoro CRAZIER to me #roronoa “im your first mate okay? from now till the end. get used to it.” zoro #luffy couldnt be happier though #zolu #luzo #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece #one piece live action #opla #im overthinking and reaching about zolu again whats new?#pulling the shane “ive connected the two dots” madej move #or not really

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jadenoryuu · 8 months

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DP x ? Crossover Prompt

A though came to me when I re-read the tags on "Robin's Egg" by Calix/@arzuera (which I can't rec fast enough):

What if, given their liminality due to exposure to ectoplasm, the Fentons, Sam and Tucker have a proto-core?

What if, due to any accident of your choice (be the Nasty Burger explosion, the GiW getting shoot-y or a ghost attack), they get killed?

And what if, before their bodies die, Danny manages to snag their proto-cores and stuff them in a Thermos or within himself, to keep them from the possibility of fading after death?

After fleeing from Amity because of plot reasons (usually Vlad, but you could choose whatever), Danny now has two three possible options:

Help them stabilize as full ghosts. Angsty and full of feels, but that's a given due to the situation. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Try to clone their human bodies and shove the proto-core (or full core if they had time to mature) inside of them before they could develop a soul of their own and so become halfas. [That's a personal headcanon of mine: "normal" clones can't be perfect replicas of the templates, because the soul (or the Core in an halfa's case) is impossible to copy. In this case the clones are more body-suits than ex-novo beings.]

Oh, I almost forgot! Robot body instead of a flesh one! Would they be considered the first generation of sentient machines or just ghosts possessing technology (a-la Technus/Skulker)?

Now, to add in more feels, there are two possibilities that could happen when Danny's still on the run:

Danny is "alone", because the proto-cores are in coma, so he has no one to bring him out of his spirals. (Bonus points if they have some moments of lucidity where they are too confused by what's going on, before going under again, to understand anything Danny's saying.)

They are conscious and, while Danny has someone to talk to, in the meanwhile they also feel his agony, regret and desperation to do something to fix things.

This idea is free for everyone, but I'd like to be tagged if anyone uses it! (I want to see what you come up with!!)

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#danny phantom #the dragon speaks #fic prompt #crossover #crossover idea #main character death #or not really #hurt/comfort #the angst #ghost core #clones #liminal Fentons #liminal Sam #liminal Tucker #fic rec

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isagrimorie · 1 month

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It would be the funniest thing if, upon returning to the Alpha Quadrant and through no fault of her own, Janeway gets a reputation as an eligible bachelor, the constant runaway bride. Her first (beta canon) engagement didn’t push through because of tragedy, her second, in canon engagement didn’t go through either.

A few half-hearted dates, and maybe the prospect of finally having sex with other people who aren’t under her direct command and being practically celibate for 7 years with a few (mediocre to good) one night stands and in-canon celebrity status as Voyager’s Captain gets Janeway a reputation as a rake.

And. It. Stuck.

Janeway doesn’t know how it even happened.

Janeway is mortified. And its too late to get ahead of because the more she denies it, the more people don’t believe her.

(It doesn’t help that there were persistent rumors that Janeway dated both Chakotay and Seven of Nine at the same time. Janeway thinks that’s unfair because she didn’t do anything of the sort, that’s why she’s trying to date now!)

Her sister, Phoebe, finds it HILARIOUS.

Tom and B’Elanna also find it hilarious and doesn’t in any way dissuade Janeway’s reputation. In fact, they encourage it. If anyone deserves a lot of sex after the Delta Quadrant it’s Janeway. It’s a harmless thing, and if they can help Janeway get some, well…

#kathryn janeway #poor janeway #or not really #star trek #it just would really be funny

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patolemus · 1 year

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I’ve been doing some thinking, and I believe that we as a community should normalize Aemond bottoming without the aid of the abo universe, or big Lucerys Breakbones Velaryon. Not that I don’t love those stories, but I’m craving some the beast you’ve made of me type of fics with bottom Aemond. Just because.

I just really want to read Lucy reaming into him savagely and making him see stars even if everyone else thinks is the other way around

#if anyone has any recs of this please send them my way #this is a pro bottom aemond account #all my homies love bottom aemond #of course the toxic and unhealthy dynamic is still there don’t worry #it wouldn’t be lucemond if it didn’t have a little bit much of that toxicity #toxic lucemond is the base of all lucemond don’t lie to yourselves #lucemond #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen x lucerys velaryon #aemond x lucerys #hotd #house of the dragon #promp #or not really #just some silly little thoughts

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intermundia · 2 years

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What are your self-indulgent wishes for the OWK finale lol

If something like this happens I will astrally project into the sun

#kenobi spoilers #or not really #kenobi speculation lmao #kenobi show #obi-wan kenobi #sw #sw comics

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peachypinkygloss · 6 months

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hope y'all are wide awake for some jungkook angst 🔥

#lmfaooo #sorry #or not really #<3

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forafcrtnight · 20 days

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HIRAM HAD BEEN LOOKING FOR HER EVER SINCE HE HAD ENDED UP HERE. OF COURSE, HE HADN'T KNOWN PRECISELY HOW IT WAS TAT HE WAS GOING TO BE RECEIVED, BUT.. VERONICA WAS HIS DAUGHTER AND HE KNEW THAT WHEREVER HE WENT? he was always going to be waiting for her. always. he was always going to be looking out for her, because.. well, who else was all of this for? who else was his empire for? her and her alone, even if she didn't want it. he had his people out looking for her, of course he did, and.. when they came up with a proper location? hiram knew that he had to go find her himself. "mija, ¿qué ha pasado? te he estado buscando por todas partes." and truly, he really had been. @demongemz

#hiram ; talks.#hiram ; veronica.#SURPRISE >:)#or not really #i bet you knew this was coming sghfhdghfdgf

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asphodelpoetry · 23 days

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it won’t matter how far i get from that house,

that bathroom,

blade,

i am a hurt child seeking comfort in blood

all i will ever need is the tools:

grave built by my own trembling hands

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elena-of-avalor-polls · 6 months

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You guys have no idea what you make me do by voting for the best song theme.

#mod rambles #First I wanted to say I’m great at doing useless stuff #but then I thought the thing I’m doing is not that useless I actually wanted to do it for quite a long time #And now I’m also great at being vague #or not really

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creationofacentury · 2 years

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Falling, p1.

Summary: Grian has had the same recurring dream for two weeks now.

Relationship: Mumbo & Grian, platonic? (This part is, but I can’t guarantee the next part would be.)

Character: Mumbo Jumbo, Grian (Also mentioned the Boatem Crew.)

Note: This is strictly about their MC personas, DO NOT take this seriously!

The wind whizzes past his face. He is plummeting down into an obscure fog, his consciousness getting more and more distant. There are screams, far from where he is and- and it's getting closer.

He tries to open his eyes.

Nothing.

Blackness.

The screams are louder and clearer now. They sounds like...

He can't recognize the voices, but they are very very familiar.

A sly and crooked smile, a broad shoulder, a pair of blue eyes. Suit. A tie. A pair of leather shoes. They are screaming, so loud, so loud so loud he feels like he’s losing his hearing. He screams, too, but no sound comes out. Why is there no- why can’t he- what is going on?

Now the people in front of him are in a space suit.

He watches his own visor cracks open and suddenly he couldn’t breath. The wind is still wizzing past him.

He is in tears, he can’t see them now- they are blobs in his vision. He raises his hand to wipe the tear, and realize he couldn’t move.

“Guys-” He wheezes out. “Guys! I am here! I am-”

He loses his voice again. Don’t go! Please, guys, someone, grab me, I-

The person with the broad shoulder visors cracks, and he suddenly plummet into the void underneath them, then the sly smile, and the blue eyes- he feels like his heart gets ripped out from his chest, torn apart and pieced back then ripped out and torn apart again. He wants to shout and wail, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t shout, couldn’t do anything-

The one in the suit is staring at him- where’s is his helmet? He looks at the man desperately and the man smile. An apologetic smile. He has a bad feeling.

“Sorry.”

The man also falls into the void.

“-Mumbo!”

Giran sits up, gasping for air. He stares at the chest he placed around the bed last night, and he sigh.

Well. Surrounds himself with things doesn’t seem to work. He checked the clock. It’s only 4 in the morning. He doesn’t feel like going back to sleep (it’s the same anyway), so he get out of the bed, gets his gear on and starts the day.

Four in the morning. It’s not getting better.

It’s not getting better.

Clank!

Mumbo’s hands stop at the buttons of his shirt. There’s someone in his base. “Is anyone there?”

The sound of closing chest can be heard. Not long after that, sound of more things that get dropped on the floor can also be heard.

Mumbo sigh. He gets around the corner that he hides, “Grian-”

And he stops. For a second, he thought Grian was a ghost. The pale face in front of him looks too lifeless to be Grian’s.

“Mum-Mumbo! What a coincidence! I didn’t expect to see you here wow! Weird isn’t it!” Grian blurts out. He tries to hide the things behind his back and fails miserably.

“Dude, you looks awful! It’s- it's six-thirty in the morning, why are you stealing my things at six-thirty in the morning?!”

“What? Pffffft noooo- I am just here to admire your vault, you know, what a beautiful, beautiful vault-”

“I can see you holding my iron!”

“These can be my iron, you never know.”

“Gosh, it’s too early for this.”Mumbo drags a hand over his face but he is chuckling, “Grian, it's so early, did you stay up all night doing project again?”

Grian not-so-subtly puts the items into his inventory and mutters, “Yeah, that would have bean the wise thing to do.” He picks up the gold on the ground, stares at it for a second before opening the chest to put it back.

Mumbo opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn’t know what to say. Grian is strangely quiet today, something doesn’t feel right.

“I think you should go back to sleep, Grian, you looks like you might collapse.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.”

“ Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

“...Okay. If you say so. Just, don’t overwork yourself.”

“Will do, thanks Mom.”

“GRIAN!”

Grian smiles then takes off. Mumbo huffs, a little bit too fondly, though he notices he has yet to button up his shirt. Well that’s embarrassing. He quickly does the buttons.

The next day, Mumbo is working on his new slime farm when his communicator goes off.

<Grian: mumbo can you come to xb’s dropper thing now>

<Grian: ?>

<Mumbo: okay>

He flies there and lands on the top of XB’s Octodrop. Grian is nowhere to be seen. “Grian?”

“I am here, in the middle!”

Grian’s voice comes from somewhere below. Mumbo see his name tag showing in the middle of the dropper, so he glides down to the bottom and gets in the bubble-vator.

“Hi, Mumbo. I didn’t interrupt something, did I?”

“I was just building a new slime farm, it’s fine.”

“You haven’t had one?”

“I have. It’s not as efficient as I would like, so I am building a new one.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Mumbo waits for Grian to talk. Grian doesn’t.

“Grian? Why do you call me here?”

“Oh, I just...I can’t get out.”

“Do you not have your elytra?”

“I have.” Grian looks uncomfortable.

“I can give you some rockets,”

“It’s not that. I just. I can’t. It’s too high.” Grian says, almost troubled, “There’s no other way to get out either.”

“...You are afraid of height? Since when?”

“I don’t know! I am not- I am not scared, of height, I just-! It’s- I fell. You saw it in the chat, right?”

“You fell from the dropper? But what about the feather-falling potion?”

“I- forgot about the potion and jumped.”

Mumbo laughs. Grian is so reckless sometimes, and Mumbo is loving this. After a second or two, he notices Grian’s silence, and he stops laughing immediately. Is Grian mad?

“Are you...” He watches Grian shifting on his feet, and he decides to ask another question. “...Grian, are you okay?”

“I am fine.”

That’s- that didn’t sound like Grian at all. Grian brushing off concerns is a normal thing, sure, everybody does that. Grian being visibly dejected is a whole different thing, still, everyone has bad days. This time though, Grian sounded strangely defensive and at the same time, very tired and restless.

Mumbo knows Grian. Maybe not very well, or he does know Grian very well...? Those don’t matter, because sometimes Grian is just hard to communicate with words, like how Grian uses pranks as a way of showing he cares- that’s Grian, somehow both affectionate and shy, also complicated and simple all at the same time. He stands next to Grian and gives him a side hug, hoping that it would help.

Grian doesn’t protest or back away. They just stand there. After a little while, Grian’s shoulder starts shaking slightly, so Mumbo looks away. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks quietly.

Grian buries his head in Mumbo’s shoulder. Mumbo is a little bit surprised; he was about to back away but caught himself at the last second. Grian needs this, and he can give him that.

After a moment of silence, “Is this a bird thing?”

Grian snorts. “I dunno know what you’re talking about.”

Mumbo is feeling rebellious today, so he ventures, “The burying.”

Grian was silent for a while before he speaks. “That’s ostrich. I am not an ostrich-hybrid, Mumbo. Is all the Redstone circuits finally drive you crazy? ”

Mumbo pretends to be offended and huff angrily, but he is relief. Grian can crack jokes- that’s a good sign. “I mean ostriches are big birds, and you are also a big bird, Grian. Ostrich Grian?”

Grian slaps one of Mumbo’s upper arm without lifting his head. “I can’t believe you.” Mumbo laughs.

Yet a moment of silence.

“Grian, can you tell me what happened?”

Grian sighs into Mumbo’s suit before he backs away. He hangs his head, seeming reluctant to raise his gaze, “I...the fall, it’s messing with my head.”

“Oh. That must have been awful.” Sometimes respawn doesn’t really fix all the pain, that Mumbo knows. But Grian shakes his head.

“It’s the fall from season eight, Mumbo. I have been stuck with the same nightmare for two weeks, I- when I looked down on the dropper tower I panicked and I just jumped without thinking and everything went dark after that and I- I-”

“Wait, the fall from season eight?”

Grian shuts his mouth tight. He nods, sit down on the bed. He looks exhausted just like yesterday, his pale face almost ghost-like. The fall that made Grian panic so much that he called Mumbo here. The fall from season eight...ah. Must be the ‘rocket’ they took to get to season nine.

“Did...did you sleep yesterday, Grian?”

“I didn’t.” Grian sighs.

“The nightmare’s that bad, huh?” Mumbo says. “I mean Scar’s traveling method did feel like a nightmare, if I am being completely honest.”

Grian lets out a weak laugh, but doesn’t say anything.

“Can I- can I help?

Grian shrugs. Mumbo deflates. “Maybe- do you want me to be there when you sleep? Would that help? I mean it doesn’t have to be me! Uh- who do you- like maybe Scar? Or Pearl? I know you and Pearl has known each other for a very long time-”

Grian actually laughs this time. Mumbo would take that as a win.

“No, just you would be fine, Mumbo. Maybe it would actually help.”

Mumbo wonders why the way his name rolls off Grian’s tongue always feels deliberate.

Falling, p2 (not out yet) (This is another chapter that you guys have to wait forever tbh)

My rant:

I have been working on this for three or four days now, but I just realize this is getting out of hand. This was meant to be a one-shot gosh darn it. But the way Grian reacts to the fall is not something I can deal with in a one-shot, I am not at that level yet, so bear with me, folks!

Thank you for reading this. And just like every time, this fic probably has way too much spelling mistakes or whatever. If you see one, SHOUT THEM OUT and I would really appreciate it! Thank you! Though please shout gently

#hermitcraft fanfic #grumbo #grian #mumbo jumbo #platonic #or not really #but can be read as platonic #or something else if you want #why do I do this to myself again #hermitcraft

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apparently-artless · 2 years

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So I added Hoshi no Samidare on the list of anime series that I am currently watching. Some people might actually find the plot a bit dumb but I find it interesting (please don’t mind my weird sense and taste, I’m the type of person who can find the most boring anime interesting and would still watch it despite the low ratings from other people). The start of the episode was kinda funny too.

I find Amamiya’s character interesting too. Not the typical goody two shoes main character who will accept trying to save the world because he was told to do so. But well, I guess in this case, it’s kinda understandable how he reacted when a lizard suddenly appeared in his room and tells him to save the world.

I was also laughing most of the time with Crezant Noi and Amamiya’s exchange.

Amamiya’s seiyuu is Enoki Junya while Crezant Noi’s seiyuu is Tsuda Ken. Kinda rings a bell, right? Itadori and Nanamin! But with the roles kinda reversed? Also, hearing Tsuda Ken’s comedic voice is kinda pleasing to the ears so that’s another reason to watch this series. (*¯ ³¯*)♡

#hoshi no samidare #amamiya yuuhi #crezant noi #enoki junya #tsuda ken #anime review?#or not really #artless

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forabeatofadrum · 2 years

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Look, look, it’s past midnight here so it is officially Wednesday. Unless someone from, for example, GMT+10 has posted something already, I guess that for many this will be an early tag. But I am going to Germany tomorrow (well, today, it’s Wednesday) morning so I don’t know when else I have the time to post this.

And admittedly, I am a bit excited about this Klaine fic. I still have to come up with a possible title, so have my untitled alien polyglot Blaine fic:

This Kurt lives all the way in Bushwick. Blaine takes the train and the moment he gets squished against a metal pole, he’s jealous of Wes, whose superpower is teleportation.

Or when he’s finding his way to this ‘loft’ and he fails. Then he’s jealous of David’s navigation power.

Look, being a polyglot is definitely useful, but there are even more useful powers out there! New York’s crowdedness is great for Blaine’s power, but it leads to Blaine being lost more often than he’d like to admit. Maybe he should get over his grudge against technology (it’s an alien thing!) and download something like Google Maps.

Blaine’s ten minutes late, but once he finds the right building, he lets out a relieved sigh. He takes the elevator to the right floor. Kurt had written him that it looks shady and that there’s no doorbell, so when Blaine’s at the door he knocks loudly.

The door slides (slides!) open and Blaine is greeted by a man so handsome that despite his linguistics skills, Blaine’s rendered speechless.

Tagging @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @bookish-bogwitch @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @wellbelesbian @bazzybelle @dragoneggo @raenestee @tea-brigade @tectonicduck @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @confused-bi-queer @artsyunderstudy @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @takitalks @facewithoutheart @ivelovedhimthroughworse @justgleekout (hi!)

#me‚ a clueless aroace: yes sure let's have another love at first sight that is how it works right #again i am trying to match bakery with vibes here and in bakery fic kurt was also like hearteyes motherfucker the moment he saw blaine sooo #wip wednesday #tagged in #or not really

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ragnarlothcat · 2 years

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I think we will get an Obi-Wan an anakin reunion in the later episode, like 5 or 6. I think they want to build it up, I do hope for a lightsaber fight between them because I loved it in episode 3 but I also hope we get some talking. A friend said something that they hope Obi-Wan tries to get anakin back to the light, obviously it will fail but still. I don't want to have to many expectations. Personally I also hope for some Luke and Obi-Wan moments and I am pretty sure we will get them. I love flashbacks, in every way. I think with Luke and Obi-Wan content there is also huge potential for flashbacks. I mean Luke does look a lot like his father. I loved baby Leia, I didn't expect there scenes to be like that but it definitely was a positive surprise. 🌻✨

Did you get any writing inspiration, thanks to the first two episodes?

Oh yeah that makes sense to me too! I'm a big fan of building some tension first anyway. I could definitely see your friend's point (and yes, tragically it will have to fail unless this is the canon divergent kissing tv show I want it to be) and that would be painful and perfect. I'm also trying not to overthink it since it's Obi-Wan content with our boys. I'm just happy the show exists at all!

In terms of writing inspiration, yes, but in the opposite direction. The show made me sad so my beloved @bi-wan and I were messaging about the fluffiest, softest AUs to compensate. The angst of canon makes me want to combat it with the most conflict-free fic ever where they just take bubble baths and hug puppies.

And I do want to write some canon fix-it fics. I can work on my slightly more nuanced character study WIP or I can write a fic that boils down to "Anakin can't be evil if he's too busy being railed" which I think is also a pretty valid argument! Checkmate, Palpatine! 💙

#kenobi spoilers #asks #anon #the show is very good #the fics we're getting now are also very good #i've never written vaderwan #or not really #i have a tiny fic with a raised-a-sith vader but that's a little different #and they never even kiss

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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years

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Tagged by @nv-md (been waiting all week to start this post!) and @ghaniblue and I'm going to share something from a WIP I started ages ago and have not touched for months in the hopes that it'll give me the willpower to continue writing. I am just under 15K into the tale and stuck in the sense that I've been purposely focusing on a multitude of other things...

“Woof-woof!”

“Must you make such a racket, Walter!”

“Woof-woof!”

“Of course, yes, naturally, how dare I think that maybe, just maybe, you actually care about me, eh?”

Despite his outward vexation, Harry isn’t at all angry, at least not seriously. He grudgingly opens his eyes again, and this time he doesn’t bother with his wand. A wandless non-verbal spell has his glasses flying from his nightstand straight into his outstretched hand. He haphazardly pushes his spectacles onto his nose and blinks, waits for his world to swim into focus. Once it has, he finds himself staring into the warm and friendly chocolate-brown eyes of the pitch-black crup which has just leapt up onto his bed and is now wagging its forked tail in obvious excitement ― no surprise at all, Harry thinks. After all, Walter’s quest to wake him has been a successful one.

Walter snorts happily, bounds forward and nuzzles his hand with its wet snout and to show the crup that he’s just a little cross with him, Harry drags his hand away and reaches for his wand again. As his fingers wrap around the hilt and he tightens his grip, he delights in the strength that oozes from the phoenix feather inside. It tickles the palm of his hand quite nicely. With a smile, Harry swooshes the holly and flicks the switch that turns the lamp on his nightstand on. At once, his bedroom is dipped in a soothing shade of golden hue. With the appearance of the light, the last of the firework dragon disappears with a faint sputter and a low protesting hiss.

Harry turns his attention back to Walter and tells his crup precisely what he thinks of him, namely that Walter is utterly despicable. He reminds him―quite firmly―that it is Saturday, that he doesn’t have to work, that day hasn’t even broken yet and that Rose and Hugo are at Cochach’s Grange, then pauses long enough to fix Walter with a long, stern glare.

Tagging everyone who needs a little encouragement in working on their unfinished works.

#six sentence sunday #dg writes #or not really #encouragement #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco / harry #harry / draco #dmhp #hpdm #drarry #drarry fic #unfinished #work in progress #i need time #so much time #procrastination queen

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