#thank you again!! they were a joy to draw 😊

[snarkspawn]

Commission for @par-vollen of her lovely OC Olive ✨

#absentia #interactive fiction #commissions #par-vollen #thank you again!! they were a joy to draw 😊

[ninchen1909]

Jealousy II

Warnings: few curse words, angst with a happy ending, my not existing knowledge about medical stuff or injuries (blame Grey’s Anatomy)

Word count: 2.400

Hey,

thank you so much for so much positive feedback on the first part, it really meant the world to me, I hope you also enjoy this part.😊🥰

I hope you have a great day, night or whatever

 Erling POV

"I love you"

I sadly watch as the door slams shut behind my girl's back and my whispered words are drowned out by the loud slamming of the door. For what feels like an eternity, I just stand there and look at the now closed door. Everything in me screams to run after her, to bring her back home and sort this whole mess out. But my princess has always been so clear about what she wants and doesn't want, and she's made it perfectly obvious from the start that she needs and wants her freedoms, which is why I suppress my protective instincts as best I can. With drooping shoulders I return to the living room, the annoying voice of the sports presenter penetrates my ears and I can't help but immediately turn off the TV. Suddenly, an oppressive silence fills our house.

Guilt overcomes me like a hot, blazing fire. How could I be so stupid as to insinuate that she would cheat on me? But Jude and (Y/n) got along so well the whole evening, laughing and joking together without a care in the world.  Actually, I should have been happy that they got along so well, but the only thing I could think about in that moment was "What if she finds Jude more interesting than me?". Prettier, smarter just better?" "What if she leaves me for him?". Looking back, these thoughts were idiotic. But in that moment, all the old insecurities came back up and overtook me. (y/n) never gave me a reason to doubt her loyalty or love, never made me feel like she only wanted me for my money or fame. At the end of the day, I can't explain why I reacted the way I did. I can only say that I regret it now, so fucking much. Again and again my eyes fall on the living room clock, my whole body tense, as I wait for her to come back. Everything in me burns to apologize properly to her, to beg for her forgiveness. Nervously I run my fingers through my hair, with every passing minute the tension in me grows and when (y/n) is not back after an hour, the tension turns into pure fear. Heat rises in me and I don't know what to do with myself, again and again my eyes wander to the front door, in the silent hope that she will return any second. But in vain. With a loud sigh I let myself fall onto the sofa, my fingers nervously tangling with each other. Seconds feel like minutes, minutes like hours. But nothing happens, no sign of my girl.  I jolt as the shrill ring of my cell  breaks the unusual silence in our house.

A quick glance at the display triggers joy in me, with quick fingers I answer the call.

"Hey darling, are you on your way home, yet. I really want to tal....?"

"Am I speaking to Mr. Haarland ?"

A friendly sounding female voice rings out to me, but it doesn't cause the same heart palpitations as the voice that usually answers at this number.  

Confused, my eyebrows draw together.

"Yes, you are, but who are you?"

"My name is Ms. Smith, I am calling you because you are listed in this cell phone as the emergency contact for Miss. (y/l/n)."

"Emergency contact? Why does my girlfriend need an emergency contact now?"

My mind is racing, almost desperately trying to suppress the unpleasant thoughts, fear settles in my heart."

"Mr. Haarland, please try to calm down."

My breathing quickens and the phone in my hand begins to shake. Still, I try to take a deep breath and give the woman on the other end line my full attention.

"Your girlfriend was hit by a car...."

My heart stops for a few beats, only to continue beating at double speed. I don't give the woman on the phone a chance to finish her sentence.

"I'll be right there. What hospital is she in?"

As I am still speaking, I make my way to the hallway to put on my shoes.

I internalize the address, which Ms. Smith relays to me before I end the call. Cold sweat forms on my forehead and I feel like I am no longer in control of my body. My teeth sink themselves in the tender flesh of my lip, the strange taste of iron soon fills my mouth.

This is all my fault, if I hadn't overreacted she would never have gone outside. We would be cuddled up on the sofa just enjoying each other's presence, while I would watch her laughing at the ridiculous jokes the characters of our favourite TV-show would  make.

Silent tears stream down my face as I steer the car through the dark streets of Manchester, my fingers clawing almost painfully into the smooth leather cover of the steering wheel.

The drive happens as if I'm in a trance; at that moment, I'm acting as if I'm on autopilot. Without thinking much, I only function to reach my destination.

As soon as I enter the large brick building, the acrid, unpleasant smell of the disinfectant hits me and burns unpleasantly in my nostrils. Hectically I look around. People hurry from one room to another, while others sit quietly in the waiting area, hoping to soon get an update on their loved one. I try to block out all the hectic and the noises witch surround me as best as I can, while I make my way to the reception desk.

An older woman, with dark black hair sits behind the light brown wooden desk as she  looks at the computer screen in front of her with a solid disinterest.  The light blue light reflected in her black horn-rimmed glasses.

Bored, she lifts her gaze as she notice my presence one of her thinly plucked eyebrows shoots up.

"How can I help you?"

Just like her whole expression, her voice makes it seem as if she would prefer to be somewhere else entirely.

"My girlfriend (y/n) (y/l/n), was involved in an accident."

With slow fingers, she types something on the keyboard. Impatiently, I drum my fingers on the cold surface of the table, which earns me an annoyed sigh from the woman in front of me, but i really couldn't care less about her impression about me.

"Your girlfriend is still in surgery right now, please sit down  in the waiting room, a doctor will come to see you when the surgery is finished."

Her voice sounds monotone and cold, as if she has memorized these words.

"Can you tell me something, anything, about her condition?"

Under other circumstances, I'm sure I would have surprised myself at how desperate my voice sounds, but I couldn't give a damn at the moment.

"Do I look like a doctor to you?"

"Listen, I'm sorry to bother you like this, but I love this woman, alright?  I just want to know if my girl is okay. So please, if you know something, let me know"

My words seem to spark something in her, as her hard, unyielding features, are now surrounded by a gentle warmth.

"I'm afraid I can't give you any information about your lady friend's health, but I can guarantee you that the staff at this hospital will do everything they can to help any patient to the best of their ability. And as soon as they can, one of them will be able to give you information, but for that, please go to the waiting area."

Resignedly, I drop into one of the uncomfortable blue chairs before burying my face in my hands. Silent tears leak from my eyes and run straight down over my cheek onto my neck.  

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, but in this moment time doesn't have any meaning whatsoever. With each passing minute I become more nervous, my hair standing out in all directions, and my eyes aching from all the tears. Again and again I look up hopefully as a doctor enters the room, only to hide my face back in my face, when they pass by me.

Desperately, I watch the other people in the waiting room, as they receive information about their loved ones in surgery. So many different emotions surround me, tears of happiness and sadness, cursing, praying, break downs, people clinging to each other in the hope to find comfort due a touch.

What will my reaction be?

Only after two more seemingly endless hours does a doctor approach me. Her long, brown hair bobs with every step she takes. As quickly as I can, I rise from my chair.

"Mr. Haaland?"

Mutely, I nod as I take her hand, which she holds out to me.

"I'm Dr. Parker, I'm the attending doctor for Ms. (y/l/n)."

"How is my girl? Is she alive? Is she in a lot of pain? When can I go to s.."

"Mr. Haaland, I know a lot has happened, but you need to calm down a bit, all right?"

Again, I can only nod mutely.

"First of all, your girlfriend is alive..."

At that very moment my legs give way and I drop backwards onto the chair, a million stones fall from my heart and I feel like I can breathe properly for the first time in hours.

"Your girlfriend was hit by a car on a crosswalk and got dragged along several meters. As a result, her spleen ruptured and the blood that leaked from it collected in her abdomen. However, we were able to repair this injury thanks to an emergency surgery, the bleeding was stopped and the blood is now being eliminated from the body with the help of medication. In addition, two of her ribs were broken, as well as her left arm. Fortunately, we were able to immediately rule out injuries to the skull, which shows us that Miss (y/l/n) was remarkably lucky. If you ask me, it is almost a miracle that she got off relatively lightly. All the superficial injuries like abrasions and bruises will be gone in about a week or two, the fractures and the spleen injury will take a little longer, but in 9 to 10 weeks, they should be completely healed. Mrs. (y/l/n) will have to stay here for another week or so, but then she will be allowed to leave the hospital, subject to certain rules. She’s still under narcotics right know, but it’s only a matter of time, until she wakes up again.

Happiness erupts in my belly like a firework and tears start to brim in my eyes.

"Thank you so much Doc, you can't imagine how happy you’re making me right now. Can I see her, please?"

I look at her with pleading eyes, only to return the smile she gives me.

"Of course, follow me I'll take you to her."

With quick steps I follow her, down the endless seeming corridors of the hospitals.

As soon as I open the door to her room, the air gets stuck in my lungs. Even though I know my girl will be better soon and she won't suffer any consequential damage, it doesn't make this sight any easier. The steady monotonous beeping of the equipment penetrates my ears, while the bitter smell of disinfectant settles in my lungs. It is with great difficulty that I can hold back the sobs that start to rise. My princess lies bolt upright in the narrow hospital bed, a sterile white varnish envelops the body, which is so familiar to me, her arms lie rigidly next to her torso.

One of them is surrounded by a bulky, white plaster, abrasions extend through her face and neck, only the constant up and down of her chest won't let me completely collapse. I tremble slightly as the doctor speaks in a calm, tender voice. “I’ll leave you two alone now, if anything happens or if you have any questions,  just press the emergency button. ” She points to a small red button at the head of the bed. “I will, thank you. ” “It goes without saying. I wish you both the best of luck”

With these words, she leaves the hospital room, her doctor’s coat waving in the air.. With timid steps, I step up to the bed, only to grab  her small hand. The unusual cold that emanates from it strikes me in the heart and I strengthen my grip around her flesh, in the hope to give her some warmth. “I’m so sorry my darling, I was such an asshole. I let my insecurities get the better of me. You never gave me a reason to doubt your loyalty or love. Please forgive me, I’ll spend my life trying to make it up to you. ”

My voice sounds broken, devastated even. Gently I raise our clasped hands upwards to breathe a tender kiss on the back of her hands, before I lay my head on it.

A uncomfortable Silence falls over the small room, only to be broken, by the soft delicate voice of my angel. “You really were an asshole. ” Surprised , I jerk up my head to look at the beautiful woman in front of me, her eyes radiate exhaustion, the pain meds clearly taking a toll on her. The normally soft and tender  voice now rough and hotter. Instantly I grab the cup of water from the bed side table, before holding it to her lips, carefully I help her drink from it. “I was and I’m so fucking sorry. It’s all my fault, that you lay here. If I wouldn’t have be so stubborn, you wanted to talk about it an I ju…  ” As so often in the last few hours, I can feel the moisture of the tears on my cheeks. A sob escapes my throat, when I fell her soft, tender skin on my cheek, her thumb softly traces patterns on my wet skin. “Babe, it’s not your fault, if anyone is to blame, it’s these wannabe Formula One driver, but not you. We’re in a relationship, we love each other and when you love each other you also fight from time to time. And it’s a sad fact that the people you love the dearest, can anger you the most. I just hope you know I would never cheat on you. ” “Yes, darling, I know, I’m just afraid you’ll wake up one day and realize you could have a better man, one who will always be there for you, who can hold you every night, and not being in another country. One who can always be present in the important moments of your life, in person and not only on Facetime.  ”

Tears stream down my face, while soft sobs shake my body. With a soft grip on my neck, she tugs my body into hers. With her healthy hand she runs up and down my back in a soothing motion. “Shh, it’s alright love, everything is alright. I love you, only you. There will never be a better man in my opinion, you’re it for me.” ” “I love you too. So fucking much.” ” Our lips meet in a gentle kiss, our body’s entangled in each other. After what feels like a eternity our lips separate themselves from each other. I lean my forehead against hers, as I hear a soft chuckle escapes her swollen lips. “ “Well, now  that we’ve  cleared up. . . ” With a gentle movement she’s leaving my embrace, only to create a way to big distance between us. “. . . would you please swing your ridiculously large body into that bed. Even though I’m the one who got hit, you look way more shitty than I do, and trust me, that means something.  So let’s go to sleep. ” Unable to even begin to argue, I strip my shoes off my feet and leave them on the carelessly on the floor, before I gently lie down next to my girl. Always careful not to hurt her. As best I can I wrap my arms around her body and feel her laying her head on my chest. Slowly, one of my hands wanders into her hair, where I start lovingly stroking over it. “Did I tell you, you look really hot even in that weird hospital gown? ” Her hotter, yet beautiful laugh permeates the room. “You are such an idiot. ” “Ha! jokes on you, because I’m your idiot. ” She lifts her head off my chest and looks at me with her beautiful eyes, which are filled with pure, unconditional love. “Yes, that you are. And I couldn’t be more prouder about that. ”

#football #football imagine #Erling Haaland #erling x reader #erling håland #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland x reader

[italoniponic]

Howdy do~! First of all, major congrats on the 100 followers!👍 Now for the Harvesting event, I would like some headcannons of Leona taking his fem! s/o to visit his family after Falena learns about her from Cheka during his previous visit. Super fluff, please! Thanks a bunch!😊

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Thanks for requesting again, darling <3 Hope you don’t mind but I made these as g!n reader. But I hope it’s still good. Oh God, I love fluff. And mixing it with Leona having to deal with his chaotic brother and nephew? Priceless joy lmao People really looked at me and said “girl, you need more Leona in your life”. Oh, bc Falena’s wife doesn’t have a name yet, I decided to hc her name as “Maisha”.

Also, this is my 10th request~ I’m so happy |

Leona Kingscholar x gender neutral reader / established relationship / kingscholar family / fluff / use of "you" pronouns

Cherry's Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

It's the Circle of Life, Basically

“Someone up there is laughing at me. Probably the kings of the past,” Leona grumbled to himself as he saw you being pulled by Falena for a tight hug. You'd say it was a bear hug if he wasn't a lion beastman. And to your delight, Cheka hugged your leg, glad to see you visiting them and bringing his uncle by the ear;

Did anyone even say that convincing Leona to introduce you to his family was easy? Nobody. Falena and Maisha well knew that Leona's relationship with the family was difficult, but seeing you together makes them very happy. You were welcomed with open arms by the Kingscholars, as if you were already from the pride even without them knowing your name. Quite a reception;

All the time Cheka stuck to Leona, like a small, persistent tick, and when his uncle was at the limit of patience, you distracted Cheka with some games and jokes — and turned into his new stuffed animal. The son’s energy always draws loud laughter from Falena and you realize, in admiration, how similar the brothers were in this regard. Like the King, Leona's laugh always gave you the impression that rumbled around every corner, powerful and fascinating;

Maisha is already more patient and calm in this regard, which doesn’t fail to please Leona no matter how much he doesn’t admit openly. She asks her husband and son to be more cordial to the visitor, you, and often gets Leona to have some time to rest quietly or show you the palace. You’re very grateful for her kindness, not noticing her glances at Leona. Unfortunately, Maisha has her own way of irritating her brother-in-law's nerves. “You are in love, I am so happy for you!,” she says with her gaze, smiling;

Leona feels like a child again. Not only because he always acted in a mature way for Maisha — one of the very few people he respects — not to regard him as inferior, but also because returning to the palace always mixes the suffocating present with the difficult past. But every time you shake his hand and comment excitedly on a painting or the decoration of the rooms, he feels a certain relief. In the end, it was a good idea to bring you;

Leona realizes that you keep a certain distance from the palace servants, as if you know their true intentions behind the polite smiles, always remaining by his or his family's side. He doesn't know how to feel about it, that special care you have for him. Then Leona just strokes your head and moves on in your conversation, telling you about the wonders of that vast, sunny Savannah;

As eventually Cheka emerges to talk to you two, you remember something and holding back laughter, you ask Leona to finally teach Cheka how to play magift, just as the boy asked and he promised in the intra-school tournament. Leona gives you an angry look, even more so because his nephew is impossibly happy with your idea. And you dare to swear you love him, right? Unfortunately promises are promises and Leona keeps the deal. Falena, Maisha and you watch the two play in the courtyard of the palace as you all share “gum bugs”;

“How did you first meet?,” Falena once asked. How to explain...? It was because of very special circumstances. You found out that Leona was a mob away from killing Malleus, he almost turned a friend into sand while having an emotional meltdown, and you spent an entire night singing “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” for him to agree to help you take down a veteran who was enslaving the entire school. “I accidentally stepped on his tail.”;

To soften Leona's nerves, you decided to distract him with the second thing he likes more than meat: chess. Of course knowing whether or not to play the game will end up saving you time but, he would have no problem explaining the rules if you’re not the best at the game. And Leona is a very good strategist. His compenetrated emerald look is mesmerizing and that's what you blame your defeats on, jokingly;

Leona wouldn't be Leona if he didn't run away from the festivities in the palace — or from Cheka and Falena in general — to get some sleep. “But you indeed made him stay awake for a long time during the visit,” Maisha chuckled when she saw Leona lying on your lap. You were on the couch in the Royal Library for a few hours and you watched his sleep with great care, worthy of a royal nap;

“Thank you,” you said suddenly when the two of you were on the balcony of the upper garden that was very reminiscent of the school Botanical Garden. Leona raised an eyebrow, confused. “For showing me your world. It's all so perfect!,” you continued. Leona let out a snarled laugh, impressed with you marveling at such small things. “Please, if there’s a perfect world, it is shining in your eyes,” he replied, pulling you closer. Then your lips touched like the Sun that touches the horizon at dawn.

| Special Notes: I'll always reference the love songs from the Lion King 1 and 2. No, nobody can't stop me. |

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #cheka kingscholar #falena kingscholar #farena kingscholar #twst imagines #twst x reader #twst fluff #twst scenarios #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

[faytalepsy]

Hi Fay! I was admiring some of your drawings yesterday and this little thing popped into my head 😊 i'm a great fan of your work (not just your drawings but your fics too) so i thought i'd share how they inspire me. It's not much but since it's the first time i write anything at all i'm trying to not be too hard on myself (apologies for any mistakes and formatting, english is not my first language)

you're a gift to this fandom ❤💫

Farah had never bothered to learn how to play chess; truth be told she didn't have the patience for it nor did she care much about strategy (luckily for her and the rest of the batallion, Saul had a natural talent for it).

At first, Rosalind had tried to encourage her to learn by using analogies (that Farah barely understood) and explaining pieces and rules and tactics and other things that Farah didn't pay much attention to. At the end of the day she couldn't remember any of it but to her relief (and surprise) her mentor didn't press it. So Farah never learnt.

Sometimes she felt guilty about it but why should she waste time with that? Her strength was her magic. She was training to become a soldier, to fight in the war. All she had to do was follow Rosalind, she'd train her and lead her into battle. She'd lead all of them to victory.

When she was young Farah used to try to work out which chess piece each member of the batallion represented, even though she only had a vague idea of their value and how they moved: were the specialists meant to be the pawns? Rosalind probably thought so, but surely Saul and Andreas were worth more than an average pawn... and what about the fairies? Would Rosalind consider the less powerful ones in the same regard as the specialists? A fairy like Ben had to be a rook at the very least; he might even become a knight or a bishop one day.

As for the king, Farah decided early on that it represented the inhabitants of the Otherworld. The queen was the most powerful piece in the board which meant it could only be Rosalind. So what was Farah supposed to be?

When she was feeling confident, Farah even dared consider herself as the queen, which left Rosalind in the place of the king. It made sense, she'd tell herself, her mentor didn't take much part in the actual fighting anymore but she remained the most important member of their army. She was the head, their leader, the only piece they couldn't afford to lose.

How stupid she'd been. How blind and ignorant. Pawns and rooks and knights, even the king and queen, they were all just pieces in a game. Rosalind had been the player all along.

Hi my wonderful amazing anon!! I'm incredibly sorry it took me this long to respond but I wanted to do it right and not just type a quick answer crammed in between lectures or other assignments!

First, thank you so so much for your message. I am truly honoured that you shared this with me and everytime I hear one of my works inspires people I could jump with joy! I feel like inspiring others is one of the most beautiful things art can do and it doesn't happen often to me that I'm on the inspiring end!💕

And of course I'm also beyond happy you like ny drawings and fics, thank you for the support!!!💕

As a chess lover (although quite the amateur I fear) I always love chess analogies!! But I have to admit I found it hard to apply them to fate characters because in my mind they only work for specific situations because everyone switches places in my head depending on situation and relationship. That's why I love love love how you had Farah deliberating the pieces and her place on the board from her perspective as a soldier in the war! And the king as the inhabitants of the otherworld would make so much sense! But also Farah deliberating both herself and Rosalind as Queen, comparing how she would measure up to her mentor just to realise that Rosalind was the player all along because she absolutely was.

Again you so much for sharing this and I hope you write more whenever inspiration hits!!

Also can I just say that this message made me happy everytime I opened my inbox for the past week?? because it absolutely has been brightening my day!💕

#fate the winx saga #farah dowling #anon #anon ask #ftws

[acacia-may]

Happily Ever After [Danganronpa UDG Fanfiction]

Description: Nagisa knows he shouldn't be working so hard on his day off. Luckily, his young daughter is there to remind him to take a break by talking him into playing the role of "prince" in her most recent fairytale game.

Fandom: Danganronpa Ultra Despair Girls (UDG)

Genre: Family Fluff, Cotton-Candy Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Future-Fic, Wholesome

Characters and Relationships: Nagisa Shingetsu and His Daughter. The other Warriors of Hope are mentioned and so are Toko and Komaru. There are no pairings explicitly included or mentioned.

Rating: G

Warnings: Some vague references to Nagisa's childhood trauma and the events of UDG. Some spoilers for UDG are included. Monaca gets roasted a little bit by Jataro's storybook (but she's not mentioned by name). However, this is mostly nothing but fluff. It might give you cavities.

Word Count: 3198

This story was written for @light-wynd! 😊 Wyndi, I absolutely loved the beautiful drawing of an older Nagisa you made inspired by my headcanons, and I hope you will enjoy this story just as much as I enjoyed your art. 💕 For this story, I was really inspired by your prompt and your art, first and foremost, but I also took inspiration from another one of your art pieces which depicted Nagisa as a prince. I also really tried to incorporate Jataro's lovely fairytale retellings from in the game itself into this story as well. When you said that you might like to read about the dynamic between Papa Nagisa and his more upbeat and extroverted daughter, this was what came to my mind. I really hope you enjoy it and that it is what you were hoping for/what you had in mind when you mentioned the prompt. Thank you so much again for such beautiful art! Cheers!!💖

Story below the cut.

Nagisa’s brow furrowed at the report he had been working on for the past several days. He knew it would probably be best to just leave his work at the office, but after a night of interrupted sleep—tossing and turning while worrying over it, he decided to work on it some from his home office. His mouth twitched in the corners as he imagined what his closest friends would do if they found out he was working so hard on his day off. His laptop would probably end up in the bushes outside his window.

Nagisa sighed. He should probably take a break.

“Papa! Papa!” As if on cue, his young daughter, Kei, darted into his office—skipping and twirling around in a sparkly princess dress. She leaned her elbows on the side of his desk staring up at him with wide, blue eyes. Even after all of these years, it was still so surreal to Nagisa to see his own eyes staring back at him from his daughter’s face—especially with such joy and life in them. “What’re you doing?”

“Just catching up on some work.”

Kei tilted her head at him curiously. “Why?”

“It needs to be finished soon.”

Nagisa rubbed his tired eyes until his reading glasses were left lopsided. When Kei had been very little, she used to play with them—grabbing at the frames with her tiny hands whenever Nagisa had tried to read to her. Shortly before she had turned one, she had tried to put one of the lenses in her mouth but had luckily been stopped. He chuckled quietly. She had always been such a curious child. Even now, as she stared perplexed at his computer screen, her eyes were wide with wonder and curiosity. However, her little brow furrowed thoughtfully, and she frowned.

“Are you okay, Papa? You look sleepy.”

Nagisa couldn’t hold back a breathy laugh, but he reassured his daughter. “Maybe a little sleepy, but I’m fine.”

“Do you want to take a nap?”

Nagisa shrugged. A nap sounded nice, but it would probably make it harder to fall asleep that evening. Plus, who would keep an eye on the kids if he was asleep. He shook his head. “No, thank you. I’m not that sleepy, but”—he sighed— “I should probably take a break.”  

Kei’s smile quickly returned. It was bright and beaming as it spread between her rosy cheeks and reached her eyes. Nagisa couldn’t quite understand how his daughter found so many things to smile about, but he wished he could see the world like she did. To Kei, even the smallest of things were exciting and wonderful. Earlier that week she had woken him up early in the morning—exuberantly tugging on the sleeve of his pajamas to come see the birds building a nest in a tree outside her window after they had woken her up with their singing.

“Then, can we play, Papa?” asked Kei as she twisted the skirt of her dress—swaying back and forth almost as if she was dancing. Nagisa quirked an eyebrow at her, but his mouth curved in the corners.

“Do you want to play princess again?”

Kei nodded enthusiastically—her long pigtails bobbing up and down. “Yes! Can you guess which princess I am?”

Humming thoughtfully, Nagisa tilted his head pretending to inspect a particularly giggly Kei. “Hm…Let’s see…” He made a show of narrowing his eyes and stroking his chin as if he was deep in thought which only made his daughter laugh more. “You have a very beautiful dress and a lovely tiara.”   

“Thank you,” replied Kei with a short curtesy which upset a much-too-big crown she had nestled between the hair antenna she had asked him to style into her hair for reasons that had always escaped him.

“But”—he paused, staring at the indoor shoe Kei triumphantly shoved under his nose. “It seems you are missing a shoe, Your Highness.” Kei giggled. “Are you Cinderella by any chance?”

Giggling even harder, Kei shook her head. “No. Guess again, Papa.”

Nagisa’s brow furrowed—actually perplexed this time instead of just play-acting for his daughter’s amusement. “You’re not Cinderella?” he repeated in confusion.

“No.” Kei shook her head again before adjusting her lopsided tiara. “I’ll give you a hint. I’m kind of like Cinderella, but better.”

Nagisa hummed. He had quickly learned all of his princesses thanks to Kei—or at least he thought he had. He considered listing all of the princesses he knew: Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, The Little Mermaid and so on, but he was fairly certain those could all be ruled out as options. Sighing, Nagisa conceded, “I don’t know. Which princess are you, Kei?”

“That’s okay, Papa.” She reassured him with a smile which only widened as she declared triumphantly, “I’m Cinder-Kotoko.”

Nagisa’s eyes widened. “Cinder…Kotoko?”

His daughter, however, did not seem to pick up on his confusion as she cheerfully hummed and nodded. “She’s my favorite princess. She’s like Cinderella, but she wanted to go to the ball because she wanted to go to a party and to dance not to meet the prince or anything. But then the evil stepsister was being mean to the prince, so Cinder-Kotoko told her to stop, and they became friends.”

Kei tilted her head at him perplexed as he stifled a laugh. He imagined the real “Cinder-Kotoko” would probably approve of this version of the story. His brow quickly furrowed at the thought, however, as he suddenly remembered a similar story Jataro had made up years ago, back when they were all still children. Did he tell it to Kei by chance or was it “Cinder-Kotoko” herself?

“Kei, where did you hear about Cinder-Kotoko?”

Giggling, Kei’s face lit up. “In the storybook Aunt Toko gave me.”

Nagisa quirked an eyebrow. Ms. Fukawa? That was unexpected.

“She says it’s a test, so I didn’t show you because I don’t want to cheat on the test.”

“I don’t think that’s what she meant by that,” chuckled Nagisa. Ms. Fukawa worked in publishing so, if he had to guess, it was likely an advance copy of a new children’s book she had given to Kei to test out. Kei, however, was a bit too young to understand that, and her eyes narrowed at him in confusion. “It’s not a test like you take at school,” he explained. “She wants to test out the story to see if you like it.”

“Oh…” giggled Kei burying her face in her hands. “I see. I like it very much! It’s my new favorite story. Do you want to see, Papa?”

Nagisa nodded, and Kei skipped off to get the storybook—after Nagisa reminded her to put her “glass slipper” back on before she tripped and fell, of course. Kei quickly returned with a beautiful storybook. Its title “Cinder-Kotoko” was written in flourishes of calligraphy, each letter emblazoned with gold as they curled around the painting of a fancy shoe on the cover. Nagisa couldn’t hold back his smile at the subtitle: “Written by Jataro Kemuri and Toko Fukawa. Illustrated by Jataro Kemuri.” As far as Nagisa knew, Ms. Fukawa had never written a children’s book in her life, but as she was the Ultimate Writing Prodigy, Nagisa was sure that she could write well in any genre regardless of the target demographic. What he didn’t understand, however, was what Jataro could have possibly said to convince her to help him write his storybook in the first place?

Jataro, like the rest of them, had grown to look up to Ms. Fukawa as a sort of elder sister or, Nagisa supposed, more accurately, a teacher. After all, it was really Ms. Fukawa who had taught them most of their life skills as well as how to assimilate back into society after their destructive rampage. To this day, as far as Nagisa was aware, Masaru still called her “Toko-sensei” because she had taught him how to fry an egg and, according to him, he is “eternally in her debt for it.” Nagisa too had a lot of respect for her himself, though he could never tell how Ms. Fukawa felt about him and his friends besides that they were “little terrors” when they were younger. While he liked to imagine she had a sort of familial affection for them all now, he would have never thought she could be convinced to help Jataro with one of his projects. Maybe she just wanted to sell more books? Maybe Komaru talked her into it? Nagisa sighed. He supposed it didn’t matter much, but he had to admit he was curious.

“Isn’t it pretty?” Kei gushed over the book, pulling Nagisa out of his thoughts. She excitedly began to flip through the pages. “This is something that’s different too, Papa”—she pointed to a page of “Cinder-Kotoko” in a twirling ballgown next to a man in velvet robes and a long cape with a magic wand—“This is Cinder-Kotoko’s Fairy Godfather. He’s like a Fairy Godmother but better.”

Nagisa chuckled. The “Fairy Godfather” looked an awfully lot like Jataro, though he wasn’t sure Kei had noticed.

“He gave Cinder-Kotoko a pretty dress so she could go to the ball, but it’s a magic dress so the evil stepsister won’t know who she is,” Kei prattled. “This is where I left off in the game. Now I’m going to the ball to make friends with the prince because he’s lonely.”

“Lonely?”

Kei nodded solemnly. “He wants to have friends, so he’s having a big party, but he doesn’t like parties.”

Nagisa tilted his head. If he remembered this story correctly, Masaru should be the prince, and he loved parties. Clearly Jataro was making some revisions.

“Can you be the prince, Papa?” pleaded Kei with wide eyes. “Cinder-Kotoko and the prince are friends at the end, and you’re my friend.”

Something ached in Nagisa’s chest, but he managed to nod at his daughter who beamed and twirled around in her sparkly gown. “Okay. What do I have to do to be the prince?”

Kei grabbed his hand and began tugging him out of the office into the living room. “This is where the ball is. The prince is dancing with the evil stepsister, but he doesn’t want to.” Kei shoved a pillow into his hands. Nagisa frowned.

“Does your brother know you took his pillow for this game?”

Kei nodded. “When I asked him if he could play with me, he was reading so he said he was busy but that I could use his pillow instead. It’s perfect for the evil stepsister because it’s green.”

Nagisa paused. “Green?” he asked aloud, almost in spite of himself. Kei nodded again.

“The evil stepsister’s hair is green. She’s not very nice, but she pretends like she’s nice because she rescued Cinder-Kotoko from a dragon… But really she just wanted Cinder-Kotoko to do all her chores, and she’s really mean to her.” Kei paused. “She wants to be the prince’s only friend, but the prince wants to have other nice friends too. But she won’t let him dance with any of the other people at the party.”

Nagisa’s mouth twitched. This certainly sounded…familiar… Though, if he was being perfectly honest, he wouldn’t have suspected that Jataro had this level of pettiness in him.

“But don’t worry, Papa. She gets banished to outer space at the end.”

Shaking his head, Nagisa stifled the laugh that reverberated in his chest. He was a grown adult and should not find this as funny as he did. Truthfully, he felt guilty for finding it funny at all.

Luckily, Kei didn’t seem to notice as she continued, “But right now the prince is having a fight with her because he doesn’t want to dance anymore so you say…‘Thank you, but I don’t want to dance with you anymore.’”

She stared up at him expectantly, and Nagisa cleared his throat and in his best impression of a prince—and Masaru—told the pillow stepsister, “Thank you, but I don’t want to dance with you anymore.”

“But then she gets mad and says that you have to dance with her, and you say, ‘No.’”

Kei paused and waited until Nagisa repeated, “No.”

“But she won’t stop bothering you so then, Cinder-Kotoko comes over.” Kei cupped her hand over the side of her mouth and whispered, “That’s me, Papa.”

Nagisa smiled and nodded as Kei took a few very dramatic steps forward. “He says he doesn’t want to dance with you anymore, so you need to stop.”

When Kei took the pillow and threw it across the room, Nagisa could no longer hold back his laughter. He quickly apologized to his very confused daughter. “Sorry. Did she…um…run away?”

Kei nodded. “But the prince is sad because he thought she was his only friend.”

Nagisa tried his best to look solemn. He wasn’t sure how well he was doing, however, as he had always been a terrible actor.

“It’s okay,” reassured Kei or, Nagisa supposed, Cinder-Kotoko, taking his hand. She smiled brightly at him. “You can make new friends. She wasn’t a very nice friend to have anyway, but I can be your friend.”

“I’d like that very much,” Nagisa replied. He hoped his daughter wouldn’t mind his ad-libbing too much.

Kei giggled before she curtsied at him. “I came to the ball because I want to dance. Do you want to dance?” Nagisa paused waiting for Kei’s direction. “You do,” she whispered to him.

“Yes, thank you.”

Kei turned on a waltz that sounded vaguely familiar—from an adaptation of the actual Cinderella perhaps, and he took her tiny hands and swayed back and forth as best he could to the rhythm of the song. Nagisa wasn’t sure it could be called dancing since it was mostly Kei twirling circles around him, but he tried his best for her sake. Kei didn’t seem to mind, however, as she laughed and giggled—spinning around him in her pretty princess dress.

Still, he eventually apologized with a sheepish smile, “I’m afraid I’m not very good at dancing.”

“It’s okay, Papa. The prince in the storybook isn’t either, but Cinder-Kotoko teaches him. I can—” Kei stopped as the music came to an end. Her shoulders stiffened, and she looked around with a gasp. “That means the ball part is over, Papa. Cinder-Kotoko has to go home before midnight.”

Nagisa nodded understandingly. “That makes sense. I’m sure it’s way past her bedtime.”

“Papa,” groaned Kei, but she laughed. “You’re supposed to say ‘Wait. Do you have to go? I don’t know your name yet.’”

“Oh…uh…” He stumbled but tried to repeat the lines as best he could though, even he could admit they sounded stiff, awkward, and robotic. “‘Wait. Do you have to go? I don’t know you name yet.’”

“I have to go,” exclaimed Kei before taking off one of her slippers and handing it to him. “She leaves her shoe behind on accident though.”

“Ah so does the prince go look for her now?”

Kei shook her head. “No. The hero goes to look for her.”

“The hero?”

“He’s the captain of the guard and the bravest person in the whole kingdom. He tells the prince that he will give Cinder-Kotoko her shoe back because that’s what a hero does.”

Nagisa quirked an eyebrow. He could almost guarantee that if he opened up that storybook this “hero” character would look a lot like Masaru. But wait… if Masaru was the hero—who was the prince?

“Kei…er…Cinder-Kotoko?”

“Yes, Papa?” she giggled.

“What does the prince in the storybook look like?” he asked, curiosity finally getting the best of him. Kei tilted her head before her face lit up in a bright beaming smile.

“He kind of looks like you, Papa, because his hair is blue and it sticks up on the top like little horns.” She pointed to his hair antenna before descending into giggles and reaching for the storybook—opening up to a page with the prince who, sure enough, did look like him—crown nestled between his little hair horns and all.  “You’re kind of like him too, Papa, because you’re smart and you’re nice and you take care of us. The prince is smart and nice and takes care of his friends.” She paused before blinking at him with sincere, wide eyes. “Are you a prince, Papa?”

Nagisa chuckled. Jataro seemed to think so—or perhaps it was Masaru or Kotoko who had suggested him for the role? Maybe even Ms. Fukawa? Regardless, it certainly wasn’t a role he would have ever given to himself. He could think of several people far more qualified than him to be fairy tale princes. Still… Nagisa felt a warmth spreading through his chest, and he met his daughter’s eyes and smiled.

“No, I’m afraid I’m not a prince,” he admitted. Kei frowned, before Nagisa added thoughtfully, “But I think I could be a king…”

“A king?”

Humming, Nagisa nodded in agreement. “Because my daughter is a princess.” His mouth twitched into a smile as Kei’s face positively lit up.

“You mean it, Papa? Is that me?”

He nodded, and she squealed in joy and delight—startling him by throwing her little arms around him and hugging him tightly. Once the initial surprise wore off, Nagisa’s face softened, and he leaned over so he was closer to his daughter’s height and pulling her close to him.

“I love you, Papa.”

Nagisa sniffled. There was still a pang in his chest and something misty in his eyes every time she said it. He hoped that she would never have to learn why—would never have the cruelty and unfairness of the world steal that light, that joy, and that wonder from her eyes. However, he knew that he couldn’t shelter and protect her forever, no matter how much he may want to. Someday when she was too old for dress up, pretend balls, and princess stories, she would learn that there were children who said those words only to be met with deafening silence—who waited and waited for an “I love you too” that would never come. All he could do was ensure that his daughter would never be one of them.

“I love you too, Kei,” he said as he ran his tender hand through her hair. He could feel her laugh as she curled into his chest before pulling away from their hug at last.  

“Do you want to know how the story ends, Papa?”

As his daughter stared up at him with wide, sparkling eyes, a smile tugged at Nagisa’s mouth. He already knew how the story ended.

Of course, he couldn’t speak for Cinder-Kotoko, the brave hero, or the fairy godfather, though he hoped with all his heart that they were happy, as happy as the once lonely prince. He wasn’t lonely anymore and his world was bigger, brighter, and better because of the smile of the little princess who called him “Papa.” And as she positively beamed at him now, he had no doubt that some way, somehow, and by some miracle, he got to live happily ever after. 

#nagisa shingetsu #nagisa my son my boy 💙 #he deserves the world #danganronpa udg fanfiction #family fluff #my writing

[zelkams-art]

Hi, I hope you are doing well. It made me feel a bit sad reading that Fraxus is a thing of the past on this blog. Though I know people's interest change etc. I am glad that you look back on them fondly and haven't deleted your old art ( again I know people can do what they want with their art). Just thanking you for the great art past and present. It's brought me a lot of joy.

Hello!! And thank youu!

I mean yeah, I don't draw for Fairy Tail or fraxus anymore, but for sure they were very important parts of my time as an artist! I had a lot of fun drawing those pics and I also look back at them with fondness!

Thank you so much for still sticking around! 😊😘

#asks and answers #not art #anon

[ganen-cheese]

I deleted my Tumblr awhile ago and have been following you on Twitter. I'm sad that all this unnecessary drama has happened to you. It has probably really hurt you. I have also went through similar situations online and it really does take the joy out of being able to have fun and interact with fellow fandom groups. I do hope you can recovery from this event and enjoy being online again. Your tweets whenever 19 days updated were always so enjoyable to read! Hope to see you again!

Thank you so much for your kind message. Negativity bias can take a toll. Especially if it happens within the circle. Makes you imagine these people were just laughing behind your back all this time you were laughing and talking with them stupidly, sharing your thoughts. I’m sorry that you had to go through that as well… it is quite common it seems.

But not all people are like that of course. 😊 I’m happy to find real friends in the fandom and I can always enjoy things by myself even if I am not online. I don’t need the recognition, notoriety or whatever. I’m only a fake name after all drawing derivative works. I found people judge me with numbers even while I avoid so much to put any significance in it except a community. But it can’t be helped. At least friends don’t see it that way and see past it. 😊

It made me happy to read you enjoyed my Tweets. It’s all crazy things I wrote at 2 in the morning 😂 but I’m glad that it brought you joy.

[howtobecomeadragon]

7, 9, 19, 29, 35 for the writing ask thing :)

hello!!! sorry for getting to this so late, yikes haha. and thank you so much for asking!!!

7. what is your deepest joy about writing?

i like putting words together in ways that give me a little shiver. i like having a little plot and characterization puzzle to entertain myself with even when away from writing, trying to get everythingto fit just so. i like feeling pride at having finished a fic, a project. i like to imagine readers giggling and getting lost in my fics like i myself have done so many times as a reader before i was writing much. there's a lot of joy to writing 🙂

9. do you believe in ghosts?

i do not!! i haven't really experienced anything that's made me question that, but hey, if something happens that makes me wonder, i'm open to it.

19. tell me a story about your writing journey. when did you start? why did you start? were there bumps along the way? where are you now and where are you going?

my childhood dream career was always becoming an author. i read a lot and that translated to wanting to write stories too. i wrote a lot as a kid, and then stopped entirely until after i graduated college. i tried writing a story a couple years after that, and never got more than 10k words in. i stopped writing again until last september when i finally decided to hop on the fanfic train and i've been writing regularly since then. i think fanfic was just an easier method of writing, with characters i already love and less pressure of wondering whether i could ever truly publish the story i'd been working on. fanfic is just fun. maaaaybe someday i'll try to revisit writing a novel, but i'm having a ton of fun doing what i'm doing now 😊

29. where do you draw your inspiration? what do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

i draw inspiration from fics i'd want to read myself, thoughts about my own life, other stories i've read. when the inspiration well runs dry, i tend to just stop and walk away for a few days. i never outline or do much planning so i'm often just coming up with ideas as i go along and sometimes need some time to let the ideas marinade as i figure out how the story works together and what should happen next! i often just need time and space.

35. what's your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

well, as mentioned above, i do not plan or outline. i don't plan character arcs or what happens one chapter down the line or what conflicts pop up. i just go with the flow and somehow everything usually just lines up, whether it takes massive rewrites of earlier chapters or sitting for a week with no progress as i figure out what tf happens next. sometimes i'll just write a throwaway line of what a character is thinking and that ends up changing the direction the fic quite a bit. it is chaotic and frustrating at times but works for me!

questions from this post!

#ask #ask game answers

[mlmxreader]

Hello! How are you doing? I'm not doing too bad myself. Was taking a break from helping with some basement renos and I saw that you posted something, not gonna lie, I did squeal a little, and it did draw some curious looks from my parents 🤣. But thats neither here nor there because obviously I had to stop by and say thank you for Cost of War and Loyal to a Fault and if I may, share some thoughts 😊.

Cost of War

I loved the exploration of the costs of war that perhaps don’t get as much attention until after the fact. Slowly losing aspects of oneself, the glint one may have, ability to express genuine joy in an environment that sucks the good and life out of anything and everything it clutches onto. I felt that this was very powerful with the last statement in the piece that war, infact, does take everything and this very nature is what has led to the accumulation of the general mistrust that Alfie now finds himself grappling with. However, I found it quite beautiful how the reader continues to remain stagnant in his insistence that there are no ‘true’ enemies, at least not here. Everyone really is just as scared as the next person, regardless of which side you are on, you were thrust into a bloodbath that was not of your choosing, to fight in a war whose initiators are nowhere to be found on the battlefield itself. I.E., the mentioning of the 14 year old children fighting and the stark contrast of the imagery of war and running from the candy shop was quite effective in hammering this point home.

The adamance reader has in constantly reminding Alfie that he too feels the same. In my opinion, reader and Alfie both act as a sort of counterbalance for the other. Each holding desperately onto the core of who the other person is against the constant pull the nature of war has. In this particular moment, Alfie is acting as the balance in trying to speak some sense into y/n, attempting to keep him alive whilst the reader is trying just as desperately to ensure that Alfie continues to hold onto his humanity. Neither wants the other to succumb to its effect, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. That’s why I feel Alfie has such resentment when he recalls that he has not heard y/n laugh as he once had. He can feel, what he labels as his own failure, to shield him (reader) from the damage that is their current condition, a sentiment no doubt held by reader himself when it comes to Alfie.

On a happier, less somber note, I really loved reading this line:

"Shut the fuck up," he raised his hands, palms facing out as he started to head south with you. "If we die, I'm fuckin' killin' you myself."

Just so characteristically Alfie!! Him and his fierce need to protect his boyfriend (and his boyfriend’s need to do the same for him) is just *chefs kiss*. But I really chuckled at the ‘if you die, I’ll kill you myself' sentiment 🤣. This would honestly be so true of the dynamic between Alfie and his s/o, and it would be a two way street.

Loyal To a Fault

"Fucking fix him! Now, you fucking cretin! Or I'll fucking hang you from your fucking ribs on the flagpole outside! Do I make myself fucking clear?!"

👀👀👀

I would not want to be the poor sap on the receiving end of that. Even Bane is like: oh shit. It’s always the people who rarely, if ever, display outward acts of anger that are the scariest because you know you’ve fucked up when the quiet one is yelling at you.

"My love," he growled. "I'm keeping my promise."

🥹🥹🥹

Bane knows they don’t need him to protect them but he just loves them so much that he wants to be there. Needs to be there to make 100% sure that they are indeed safe. Reader clearly has the same sentiment considering their stubborn ass refused to leave him even when he insisted. And it's not just that they can’t fathom life without the other, it's the fact that there truly would be no life if the other wasn’t there. Thats how much they love eachother and it's just beautiful.

Again, thank you so very much for both of these pieces!! I loved them!

Have a great rest of your day. Until next time, friend.

🖤🖤🖤

🐍anon

hi!!! I'm okay, thank you 🫶🏻 had a long day, but yk, it happens lmao and at least I have 2 days off now as well so I can get some rest and I can keep writing!!

djvkfkfkskg the thought of someone squealing bc I posted a new fic has me feeling both honoured and giggly rn 💀

but you're so very welcome!!! I'm so sorry this took me so long to answer!!

Cost of War

First of all, thank you. truly. one of my biggest inspirations when writing WW1 stuff is absolutely Erich Maria Remarque, who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front - so that... explains a lot lmfao

Alfie is... he's broken by the war. like so many others within the trenches on both sides, he's jaded and he's seen the price of a mile paid thousands of times over and he's broken. he's one side of the same coin as the reader, only his side has been exposed to a lot more coarse material and has worn away slightly. the reader is broken, as well, bc everybody in the trenches was broken in one way or another - but he's a lot more aware of the situation and aware of the fact that the war isn't worth fighting. men and boys are dying before their eyes, and for what?

WW1 wasn't justified, it only caused suffering and despair. many, many, MANY children died during WW1 in the trenches. none of them got to have the childhood that Alfie and the reader did. none of them got to grow up. Alfie and the reader have both had parts of their humanity torn from them, but their reaction to it is different - Alfie tries to prioritise survival, the reader tries to prioritise continuing to refuse to become jaded.

100% Alfie is resentful that the war took away his boyfriend's laughter, but what he doesn't realise is that it's taken away parts of him, too; he doesn't realise that it's taken away bits of his compassion, bits of his understanding of his fellow man's situation.

they're definitely the type to jump in front of a bullet for one another, but there's no way that they'd be able to cope w/o the other; they're a pair, they're matching socks, they can't be without the other.

Loyal to a Fault

👀👀👀👀👀 indeed.

Bane has fucked people up regularly, from breaking backs to literal murder, but his s/o? oooohhhoooo. different story. that motherfucker is terrifying when losing their temper, even to BANE. nobody's surviving that wrath.

Bane is very much aware that the reader can look after themself PERFECTLY fine, he knows that the reader can defend themselves and doesn't doubt that - buuuuuuuuuut that's still his beloved. and Bane is a very protective man. they're absolutely a perfect match, both stubborn and loyal, both protective and scary when it's needed...

without the reader, Bane would be lost, just completely lost; they've been together for so long, and been through so much together, that it'd be like missing a huge chunk of himself to lose the reader. they're practically glued to his side, just as he's glued to theirs. the colours of the world would become dull and faded, and he'd be left with a large and gaping hole in his chest whenever he stopped for 5 minutes. he'd be lost. completely. all meaning and beauty in the world be gone, bc they wouldn't be there.

again, thank you so much for the long reviews 🥹🫶🏻 and I'm so glad you enjoyed the fics!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#asks #🐍 anon

[giosele]

7, 11, and 29! 😊

Thank you for the ask Cai! <3

#7 - What is your deepest joy about writing?

The personal growth that comes with writing. My earliest works (2-3K) took me ages, and I was in awe of anyone that could push fics out every week or so (I still am, but now it's more of a "Man, I really admire their work ethic and focus" vs "I am but a worm in the shadow of greatness" vibe).

Creating something new is always great too, especially for the blorbos I love.

#11 - Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I do! If I've published something, the original, pre-beta'd draft was probably 20 - 30% longer. I write for myself, but if I decide to publish, my priority shifts to making it as entertaining as possible for readers. I tend to over-cut for the sake of keeping a story line tight.

I grieve for cut scenes, especially if they have banger prose! Every once in awhile I'll read through my old drafts, but most stay in the 'graveyard' unfortunately.

#29 - Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

I enjoy listening to music and seeing where my mind wanders. My imagination will conjure up a scene or an idea and I'll work from there.

If that doesn't work, I'll step away from writing and commit to a book or two. While reading, I'll think about canon divergence or seeing certain dynamics play off each other, so when I'm done, I'm typically itching to write something.

I also think writers should try to read as much as possible, so it's a win-win process haha.

Thank you again for the ask! These were a ton of fun to answer ^_^

#asks

[tom-whore-dleston]

hii jordan! hope you are well! <3 just wanted to say that i’ve just read the “how you and Shang-Chi met” and i loved loved loved the father relationship with Wong in this! can’t wait to read your other stories!

ahhh hello hello!!! 😊😊👋🏽👋🏽

Thank you so much❤️❤️❤️ Everyone knows that Rolling Dice and Rocking Hips is my baby, but I tend to think more about Shangqi and reader's backstory than I do about their [s]extravagant adventures lol but I also love to daydream about reader's back story and how she became a mini Wong 😄 idk just seeing Wong's interacton with Katy and Shangqi got me thinking about how cool of a dad he would be! I have been meaning to expand on Wong and reader's relationship but you know me, the h word thots end up vacating my head space and I forget to give some love to my fluffy thots😆

I hope it's alright with you if I quickly indulge myself on reader's backstory bc I love her the same way Shangqi and Wong love her 🥲 it starts to get a lil smutty towards the end so proceed with caution lol

Wong unofficially adopted you around the events of when Stephen became Dr. Strange. It was one of the rare times he thought with his heart instead of his head, and he wouldn't have changed a thing about it. You were really were his pride and joy like he told Katy and Shangqi, especially when you would roast the shit out of Stephen 😂

Speaking of Stephen, you and he butt heads often (it was always over minor things but to both of you, it was serious lol), and Wong always had to intervene before one of you got hurt. And heaven forbid his mini-me got hurt.

After Wong sobered up from karaoke night with Katy and Shangqi (which was also the night you met them), you were constantly texting Shangqi and sending him memes. You would get so giddy every time your phone would ring and see "The second newest avenger 💪🏼😎" pop up on your screen. While your face was glued to your phone, Wong smiled while watching your face beam with a kind of happiness he has never seen on you before.

"I knew you would like Shangqi, but I didn't expect you to be this whipped over him," your dad would tease.

"Me? Whipped?? I don't know what you're talking about...Wait a minute, who taught you what being whipped meant?" You tried to play it cool but Wong always saw past you.

After your daily boba dates with Shangqi, you would come home squealing and jumping up and down. One time Wong caught you and just smiled all happily, knowing damn well you were absolutely "whipped" over him.

"Okaaayyyy, I really do like him." You would start giggling like a school girl, thinking about how cute he was. "I don't get it, Pops. He's so cute, I just wanna punch him."

The night you and Shangqi hosted karaoke night with the other Avengers. Of course, your dad got absolutely shit faced (again). You were about to help him back through the portal, leaving Shangqi with all the passed out Avengers, but once you arrive back at the Sanctum, Stephen began a lecture you never thought you would hear from him.

“I know you and I don’t always see eye to eye, but I do see how much you like this boy. I was in love once and I would hate for you to let that kind of love go because of other things in your life. Let me take care of Wong. Go back to your boyfriend." For the first time ever, you actually hugged Stephen before transporting back to the Avengers compound.

When you got back to the party (or what was left of it), Shangqi was cleaning up while all the Avengers were sprawled out around the room. You helped him clean up the rest of the cups and trash.

Both of you decided to take a shot of soju upon realizing you never took one together the whole night. After downing the soju, Shangqi suggested drawing a dick on Bucky's face while he was knocked out. You and Shangqi were in a fit of giggles as Bucky's mouth flew open and he started snoring. Without thinking much of it, you leaned your head against Shangqi as you were calming down from your giggle spell.

Shangqi brushed the hair off your face, causing you to look up into his brown eyes. His hand rested on the back of your head before he leaned in to attach his lips on yours. You grabbed his cheeks to deepen the kiss and he pulled you closer against his body. Feeling bold, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you reciprocated by flicking yours against his. Once you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his and bumped noses.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long," you admitted. Shangqi pecked your lips again. This time, he smiled into your lips. He couldn't believe he was finally kissing you.

"Me too, Princess. I've had feelings for you for so long." Now it was your turn to initiate the next kiss. Your hands roamed his chest, feeling his muscles through his shirt.

"You were all I could think about ever since we met. I want you so bad, Shangqi!"

Shangqi smirked, trailing his lips down your neck. "You can have me, Princess. I'm all yours." With that, he scooped you into his arms and carried you into his room. And we all knows what happens next.

Wong found out about you and Shangqi through word of mouth. He wished that you had told him personally, but he knew that any tea on the Avengers would spread like wildfire. The day after you both made it official, Wong offered to take you and Shangqi to lunch because he was just really happy that you were happy.

When you excused yourself to the bathroom, Wong's demeanor turned serious when he was left with Shangqi. He wasn't too serious, but just the right amount for Shangqi to get a little intimidated.

"Listen, Shangqi. I like you...and I know my daughter really likes you too. I'm gonna be honest with you, I found out some things I did not need to know about you two." Shangqi's eyes widened in realization and prepared for Wong's fist to meet his face. Instead, he just received a firm grip on the shoulder. "You are both adults and I can't tell you what to do. But please, leave that for the Avengers compound. Stephen and I enjoy the peace and quiet and don't need to hear any of that shit."

Shangqi stiffly nodded his head before Wong wiped away his serious look and resumed eating his meal.

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[eileen-crys]

A refined lady with a pure heart

Since I was really proud of the first part of this fic, that's the "safe" one with no upsetting topics whatsoever, I decided to cut it from the whole fic and post it separately for everyone to read! 😊 I really love the fact that we have a little interview with Veronica, and I tried to imagine how it went! I edited the part right after just to give it a nice conclusion.

Original fic's post here

The air was buzzing with excitement and music, people singing all together and cheering at every song, marveling at Steven Tyler's moves and belting out every Aerosmith song.

John and Veronica had found a perfect spot in the audience, right next to Roger, Brian and Chrissie, and John clung at Ronnie's waist throughout the whole concert while also observing Tom Hamilton's moves on the bass. Always studying, no matter what.

It's been a while since Veronica had attended an aftershow party, she's never been really an enthusiast of staying among so many people, between alcohol and debauchery, but she couldn't deny part of her had missed such a dose of lighthearted fun next to her husband. 

They all followed Aerosmith at the Searchy's Penthouse Club for the party and soon the photographers' flashes began exploding as soon as the three members of Queen appeared. Now this was something that took Veronica off guard and she winced at John's side. 

"I'm leaving you guys with the photographers." She whispered in John's ear and kissed his cheek. 

"Sure. Sorry, Vee…" John gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before watching her hide behind a Japanese journalist that he had already seen a couple of times, then attached himself at Roger's side, almost blending in his fluffy fur coat. 

He knew how much Ronnie disliked being photographed at public events and his eyes silently promised her that he'd be back soon. 

The Japanese journalist turned around to see Ronnie standing nervously next to him, and gave her a polite smile, bowing a little. 

"You must be Mrs. Deacon, yes?" He asked kindly with a strong accent, and Veronica nodded shyly, not used to interacting with journalists, but with a spark of pride for John that never left her. There was something weird about being recognised as his wife, a feeling that made her neck tingle and her heart flutter.

"I am. Nice to meet you."

"My pleasure." 

They both stared at John and Roger being interviewed and photographed and the journalist knew he had to wait for his turn to ask some questions. 

"I've heard that it's just like this also in Japan." Veronica said smiling, a bit blinded by the flashes, and the journalist turned again towards her, surprised about her words. 

"We got lots of fan letters from Japan. They were not only special but also warm-hearted, using every device. Drawings, stickers, little gifts... Japanese fans are wonderful!" She beamed, reminiscing how they even received some frog-themed letters and gifts after John had revealed he had a son and they called him "frog", which completely melted Ronnie's heart. She couldn't travel that much while pregnant or with a toddler, but she could feel the love from Japanese fans radiating from the letters.

The journalist seemed to light up at her statement and bowed again. 

"Thank you! We love Queen, yes! I'm so happy to know you like fan letters, in Japan fans put a lot of effort into making them. Can I put your words in the magazine, Mrs. Deacon?" 

Veronica widened her eyes in surprise. He wanted to publish her words in the magazine? She took a moment to think about it, perhaps it wasn't a bad idea and she didn't say anything potentially offensive, after all. 

"Yes, sure! Thank you." She gave him a little bow that made the journalist almost shine with joy.

"Thank you, Mrs. Deacon!" 

Weeks later she'd find out that the kind journalist from Japan had actually published her words, describing her as a "refined lady with a pure heart", which thrilled her to bits. 

But now she went looking for John, as the journalists mixed with the crowd and moved their interest in Aerosmith again…

She spotted him for just a moment and took a couple of glasses of champagne, one for herself and one for her husband, but the moment she turned he must've moved away and it was as if John had disappeared to another planet. 

Ronnie couldn't find him anywhere. 

She took a sip from her own glass and found Brian and Chrissie chatting with other musicians, though they had no idea about Deaky's whereabouts. 

Another sip of champagne, and her glass was empty.

It was even harder to find John in a place like this, where most boys had long hair like him; she had confused at least two guys for Roger already and everyone's head now seemed her husband's. 

"Excuse me…" She patted a shoulder, meeting the gaze of a girl with very heavy makeup and a quite revealing outfit. "Uh, have you seen the bassist of Queen?" 

"Who?"

"Uhh… he's quite tall, long brown hair, long nose. His name is John." She tried to explain, drinking from John's glass now in a weak attempt to wipe away her shyness.

"Look, sweetheart, I know at least twelve Johns like that and probably half of them are here. I'm sorry." The lady slurred a bit, before turning again to the friends she was chatting with.

"Thank you…" Veronica murmured, defeated.

It was then that she felt a hand patting her shoulder, and she snapped her head back to see who it had been. 

Her eyes met John's bright smile, framed by his long auburn hair, and she let out a sigh of relief.

"Here you are!" He chirped, "I couldn't find you anymore!"

"I think it's a bit too crowded here... would you like to go for a walk?" He asked after a while, out of the blue, and Ronnie widened her eyes.

"Same, I was getting quite worried... and I drank also the glass for you, sorry." She apologised, her cheeks burning both because of the champagne and embarrassment, but John didn't seem to mind. He finished the champagne in his glass and took her hands, inviting her for a dance.

They swayed along the best Aerosmith's ballads and let themselves go at the more rock songs, having fun despite John had a preference for disco and motown. Just being with his lady, meeting his bandmates and friends, was making the night special.

"What? Where?"

"Out! I feel like walking just with you, what do you think?" He smile from ear to ear, and Veronica felt a bit taken aback, her man always able to surprise her. They were in the middle of a party and he wanted to walk in the streets of London... and she couldn't say no to that proposal, as visiting London at night had become a rare event since they had Robert.

"I think it's a wonderful idea!"

As they walked in the park, among the yellow leaves in the chilling nightof October, they held their hands, humming in unison the songs they had the chance to experience live.

"Hey, Ronnie." He called her in the almost ethereal silence under the streetlights of Putney, as they headed towards their home, where Robert was probably already sleeping in his crib, lulled by Freddie's lullabies and Mary's arms. "I saw you talking with a Japanese journalist, right? Did he bother you?"

Veronica seemed to light up, she almost forgot about that highlight of the evening.

"No, he was really nice! I told him about the sweet letters we always get from Japan and he asked me if he could write my words in the article!" She beamed.

"And?" John squeezed her hand, eager for her to go on while his heart inflated with pride, as much as hers when she saw him talking with the journalists.

"And I said yes, why not?" She scoffed casually before letting out a shy chuckle, bewildered of her own boldness as she gave an actual interview.

"That's so sweet, Ronnie! I can't wait to read the article, then. I love you." He bent down to kiss her softly and she leaned her head on his shoulder. 

"I love you too, John." 

Dedicated to the lovely @sweetiediqi 🥺💖

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[skippyv20]

😳🏴‍☠️🦜🏴‍☠️😳WINDSOR ANON AND PG😳🏴‍☠️🦜🏴‍☠️😳

WINDSOR ANON AND PG🍁🍁🏰🏰…” THAT WEEKEND … “ Sir, sir, the terrible trio have arrived, and there all dressed as PIRATES!!😱😱 I’m not walking the plank again sir, i refuse !!… “ calm down Sydney, Ahhh here they are , hello you 🏴‍☠️ skallywags” … Gan-pops, Gan pops”

WINDSOR ANON AND PG PART TWO🍁🍁🏰🏰…… “ well ,well Charlotte, What are supposed to be” … “Gan pops , I’m Blackbeard’s daughter Angelica, look at my sword” …” and I’m Long Johns little brother ( CRIED LOUIS) , …… “And I’m Hector Barbossa, ( SHOUTS GEORGE) , And we want uncle Sydney to walk the plank 😱😱😱😱

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

Saturday November 28/20

🎄💚💜💚🎄💚💜💚🎄THANK YOU DEAR WINDSOR ANON🎄💚💜💚🎄💚💜💚🎄

NOVEMBER 28/2020 SATURDAY EVENING HERE

VIGNETTE #48 PART ONE AND PART TWO

PART ONE ❤️🎄💚🎄💜🎄💚🎄❤️

THE PREPARATION FOR THE ARRIVAL OF THE CAMBRIDGE FAMILY BEGAN IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY DECIDED TO VISIT. THE CHILDREN 💚👶❤��👧💚👦❤️HAD THEIR 💼 BAGS 💼 💼 OF ESSENTIALS PACKED WITHIN AN HOUR 🕰 ⏳ ⌛️ AFTER BEING TOLD THEY WERE GOING TO VISIT 🏰GAN-GAN AND GAN-DAD OR ALTERNATIVELY GAN-POPS🥰🥰🥰🥰. THE LOVE 💚💜❤️💜💚THE FAMILY HAS IS SO PALPABLE IT PERMEATES THE ENTIRE CASTLE 🏰 AND STAFF. FINALLY THE DAY 🗓 HAS ARRIVED FOR THE WEEKEND VISIT. I WILL NEVER FORGET THE MARVELLOUS DAME MAGGIE SMITH, IN DOWNTON ABBEY. THEY WERE AT A DINNER ! TO I BELIEVE,  WELCOME MATTHEW CRAWLEY AND HIS MOTHER TO DOWNTON. HE WAS A PRACTICING LAWYER AND SPOKE OF WORKING DURING THE WEEK AND MANAGING DOWNTON ON WEEKENDS. DON’T WORRY KIDS I AM GETTING TO MY POINT🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. ANYHOW, DAME MAGGIE, AT HER FINEST WAS MOST BEFUDDLED BECAUSE SHE ASKED, IN ALL SINCEREITY, “AND JUST WHAT  IS A WEEKEND”😄🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. THE ARISTOCRACY AT THAT TIME HAD NO IDEA 💡WHAT A WEEKEND WAS. IT IS A FABULOUS SCENE. I LOVE DAME MAGGIE!! ANYHOW BACK TO THE WEEKEND. 🗓 FINALLY THE DAM OF EXCITEMENT BURST 💦 💦 💦 , SO TO SPEAK, AND THE CHILDREN ARRIVED IN A FLURRY OF GREETINGS HUGS 🤗 SND 😘 KISSES 😘. SYDNEY ANNOUNCES THEIR IMMINENT ARRIVAL. SIR, SIR, THE TERRIBLE TRIO HAVE ARRIVED AND WORSE YET SIR…..THEY ARE ALL DRESSED AS PIRATES 🏴‍☠️ 🦜 👶🏴‍☠️ 🦜 👧🏴‍☠️ 🦜👧🏴‍☠️🦜😱😱. WELL SYDNEY FOR HEAVENS SAKE, OF COURSE THEY WOULD BE DRESSED ALL PIRATEY 🏴‍☠️ 🦜 YOU JUST GAVE THEM THE GRANDEST SHOW OF FUN AS A PIRATE 🏴‍☠️ SILLY  GOOSE 🦢 (CLOSEST EMOJITO GOOSE, YOUR MAJESTY, IF YOU PLEASE, DEFINITELY PLEASE CONTACT APPLE 🍎, I NEED MORE EMOJIS FOR THE VIGNETTES🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂)BACK TO OUR FLUSTERED SYDNEY, I AM  NOT! NYET! NEVER! NEIN! NON! WALKING THAT PLANK AGAIN SIR! 😡😡🤬🤬😡😡🥵! 🗣🗣🗣SYDNEY CONTINUES, I ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY ABSITIVELY POSULUTELY REFUSE SIR!!!! POOR SYDNEY IS SO FLUSTERED, JUST LIKE A WET HEN 💦 🐓 💦 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, HE IS MIXING WORDS TOGETHER. THAT IS OK SYDNEY, I FREQUENTLY DO THAT AS WELL 😉 😉. HIMSELF, 🤣🤣😂😂LAUGHING INSIDE, SAYS 🗣 OH DO CALM DOWN SYDNEY. AAAHHHH HERE THEY ARE, GREETING THEM WITH LOVE💜💚❤️💚💜❤️💚💜HELLO YOU SKALLYWAGS 🏴‍☠️🦜👶🏴‍☠️🦜👧🏴‍☠️🦜👦🏴‍☠️🦜TO THEIR LOUD HAPPY GREETINGS ALL THREE AT ONCE SHOUTING GAN-POPS, GAN-POPS, GAN-POPS. THE ATMOSPHERE IS OF PURE LOVE ❤️ 💚💜💚❤️💚💜💚❤️💚💜JOY ☺️🙃😊🙃🙃😊🙃☺️AND HAPPINESS 😁😁😁😁TO BE TOGETHER.👶👧👦

PART TWO❤️🎄💚🎄💜🎄💚🎄❤️

EVERYONE IS COMFORTABLY INSIDE THE CASTLE 🏰. NATURALLY, SYDNEY IS TAKING THEIR 💼 💼 💼 LUGGAGE AND MARY IS GREETING THEM ALL AS WELL, TAKING THEIR COATS AND OTHER ACCOUTREMENTS. ALL THE CHILDREN 💜👶💚👧❤️👦💜ARE CLAMOURING FOR ATTENTION, MOST IMPORTANTLY FOR THEIR COSTUMES. HIMSELF IS FULLY IN HIS ELEMENT NOW. SURROUNDED BY PIRATE 🏴‍☠️🦜GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN THAT ARE SO BELOVED. 💜👶💚👧❤️👦💜.  NOW IN THE ✍️DRAWING ROOM BY THE FIRE 🔥 TO WARM UP AND FOR A FULL INSPECTION 🧐 FROM THE ADMIRAL 🏅 🎖 🥇 OF THEIR 🏴‍☠️ DRESS. HIMSELF, GOES INTO SERIOUS ADMIRAL 🏅 🎖 🥇 MODE AND OFFICIAL DUTY OF INSPECTING HIS ‘TROOP OF PIRATES’ 🏴‍☠️🦜🏴‍☠️🦜🦜🏴‍☠️! HE 🗣 SAYS WELL WELL CHARLOTTE, 💜👧💜WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?? GAN-POPS, I AM BLACKBEARD’S DAUGHTER ANGELICA!! JUST TAKE A LOOK AT MY SWORD 🗡 AS SHE WIELDS IT HIGH IN THE AIR BACK AND FORTH, EXTREMELY PROUD OF HER SWORDSGIRLSHIP(IT CANNOT BE SWORDSMANSHIP🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂).  FEARING HE WILL BE MISSED AND DOES NOT HAVE PATIENCE SKILLS FULLY DEVELOPED YET(HEY WHO DOES??🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂), WEE LITTLE LOUIS 💜👶💜CRIES OUT, GAN-POPS, I IS LONG JOHN WITTLE BWOTHER.. LOUIS VERY CHUFFED WITH HIMSELF AS HE  WIELDS HIS SWORD 🗡🗡. ( REMEMBER MY STORY FROM PREVIOUS VIGNETTE?🍩) 💜GEORGE👦💜 , GETTING IN ON THE FUN SHOUTS, 🗣🗣AND I’M HECTOR BARBOSSA. THERE MUST HAVE BEEN RESEARCH 📖 📚 👩‍💻 DONE FOR THESE CHARACTERS AND I AM ASSUMING CATHERINE DID THE BULK OF IT!! NOW THE CHILDREN BEGIN TO SHOUT THEIR PLAN AND WISHES LOUDLY. WE WANT UNCLE  SYDNEY TO WALK THE PLANK AGAIN 🙄🙄🙄🙄😳😳😳😳😱😱😱😱😱.FOR SOME ODD REASON, SYDNEY HAS VANISHED WHEN NORMALLY HE WOULD BE STANDING NEAR. HMMMMMMM……I WONDER IF. HE THOUGHT 💭 THIS MIGHT HAPPEN.🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂……….to be continued…………

DONE WITH THE GREATEST LOVE AND RESPECT FOR HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN AND HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE PHILIP THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH 

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