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thebusytypewriter · 9 months

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CONGRATS SALEM!! you know i had to hop on the event so could i request a short fluffy komaeda x reader on a picnic date?? thank you so much <33

TY JACKIE!! Short fluffy drabble is short and fluffy. Hope you enjoy! <3

“What are you so nervous about? Everything looks great!”

Nagito only hums, the sound indicating his disagreement. His gaze is not on the array of fruits and pastries in front of you both, prepared in advance for this afternoon specifically. Instead, he stares up at the sky in distrust. “Should be coming any minute now.”

You know what he’s implying—rain, storms, something. Your boyfriend has this nasty luck cycle that follows him around, and he’s expecting the bad side of it to show up while you’re on your picnic date. Despite both the weather reports and your reassurances, Nagito has decided that it’s only a matter of time.

“Ko. It’s sunny and clear. Even if it wasn’t, we brought umbrellas for a reason. You can relax.”

Working his lip between his teeth, he finally looks back at you, and you see more anxiety in his wide pale eyes than you’ve ever seen before. “But… if someone like me has been lucky enough to go out with someone as wonderful as you, then the consequences should be coming shortly, right? We should… We should just—”

With a roll of your eyes, you push one of the cut strawberries against his lips, effectively shutting him up. “No chance of rain. Not a cloud in sight. Hell, there’s pretty much no one around to initiate any sort of shenanigans. What does that mean? You tell me.”

Nagito ponders this for a moment, sitting there with the chilled fruit pressed against his mouth, before he hesitantly takes a bite of it. After he swallows, he relents, “Nothing’s going to go wrong, then?”

“I dunno about nothing,” you laugh. “That’s just life. But at least nothing major will happen. So you can relax, sweetheart. Just breathe, and… enjoy the view. Isn’t the lake gorgeous today?”

At the nod of your head in indication, he turns to the still water only a few meters away from you both. The sun hits it at just the right angle that it shimmers and sparkles, and the remaining water spray in the air from birds’ presences catches the light in a faint rainbow of color.

Tension seeps out of his body almost immediately, and a smile finally pulls at his lips. “It’s perfect.”

Nagito’s hand finds yours and squeezes, and you squeeze back.

Perfect.

#Follower Event :D #salem's works #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #komaeda x reader #nagito komeada x reader #danganronpa x reader #this really is p short but it's the ~vibes~ y'know #also as of this post i should mention that the 20 follower event is now kinda like. 20-40 follower event lmao #so thank you guys!!#but also sorry for spaced out replies! i blame uni :/#next one will likely be not danganronpa actually! very excited to share this one #the prompt is A++

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book-of-legends · 1 month

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Zhen@Hope: The Ho-oh approached the woman with a small grin, "You know I never seen one of you before. I hope I'm not being rude by this." A laugh from him as he scratched the back of his head. "Are you related to the night or something?" He knew he was in the present of the God but he couldn't help but to act relaxed, he was having fun.

"It's trivial in the face of eternity." She smiled, "Does it truly matter if its rude or not? Asking questions is how we learn after all." "As for being related to the night, you have a keen eye there! I would expect nothing less from a..." Hope hummed in thought as she glanced over him, it was clear he was no mortal. "Let's see..."

"I know some find the title a little too much." "My appearance likely gave it away, but if you need know. Some mortals call me the Goddess of the Night, others the Moone Goddess, but I personally prefer to be known as solely Hope. For It's what I bring those I protect."

"It was what my creator Xerneas made me for after all. To watch over the stars and bring Hope for the future after the war." She grinned, "And you? You remind me of the God of Fortune in my universe, he's quite the fiery character! He protects the skies and brings blessings of wealth to the mortals. Though I must say, that old god is less easy on the eyes than you. I quite like your attire, very elegant and stylish."

#LoUsleepover #Gods: Lunala #Last fully colored ask for the time being #everything else will be sketches and text #To the people who's asks I answer Hope might prompt people to talk more but its the end of the event soon so you can ignore it #I wrote most of these a while ago #Also! Thank you for the ask >:D I got super excited when I seen you in my inbox #Event: LoUsleepover

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doodleodds · 2 years

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royalty & fairy tale au’s are meant to be mixed and u can’t change my mind

Late shuake week 2022 day 3 - Royalty AU

#shuakeweek2022 #akechi goro #kurusu akira #I JUST REALLY LOVE SLEEPING BEAUTY OK #or well. i love the idea of 'sleeping curses.' idk why! they've always fascinated me #i used to be obsessed with aurora and snow white for that reason #and so here i am! as always! projecting this interest of mine onto my favorite characters :)#also for reference because i just realized how weird it reads: goro's gonna be in the tallest tower when he's cursed #that's why akira's got a reason to climb it. so. yeah #also in case you were wondering why i said 'see you tomorrow with more art' and then proceeded not to post for.....four days:#1) work decided that i'm going to be doing more hours so i now have very little free time;#2) i decided to actually try my hand at coloring again like an IDIOT and now here we are. sigh. coloring is hard #i was trying to hard not to just overdose on comic dots again lol & it resulted in this nonsense. me and my one very textured stone wall #ANYWAY lmao even though i missed like. every single day of akeshu week so far i'm still gonna be doing the prompts #just at my own pace! so. hopefully expect more art. soon. ish. hopefully not with another uhhh 2 month gap like last year lol #also quick fun fact since you made it this far in my tags! that second page originally wasn't supposed to be there!#i drew sleeping goro just cause i could and i was just gonna stick him under a read more but then i got attached lmao #and now he's in the main post! :D yayyyyyy goro #ANYWAY that was super long. thanks for reading & i hope u have a lovely day!!!!

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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Suggestion for your fic prompt request :)

Jaheira and Karlach - "stories around the campfire" - Karlach is full of questions about the old days, and Jaheira tells her a story she may not have expected.

TYSM for this prompt! This one made me smile a lot. (I really love writing both Jaheira and Karlach, so writing both of them bonding is, as Karlach would say, aces. :D ) I really hope you enjoy it!

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Comrades and Lost Children

Pairing: Jaheira & Karlach Characters: Jaheira, Karlach Rating: G Warnings: None Word Count: 2.3k Setting: Several hours after the death of Ketheric Thorm Summary: Jaheira and Karlach share memories during a late night after the fall of Moonrise Towers. other bg3 one-shots | send me fic requests!

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A shadow among shadows, the black panther pads through the twisted forest outside Moonrise.

The curse is already beginning to fade with Ketheric’s death. The land is hardly yet safe, but the silent creature can step without pain in the milder patches of darkness. And it seems joyous in that freedom; a low purr rumbles in its throat as it darts repeatedly from the path to climb a gnarled tree trunk or roll in a struggling patch of grass, scenting out the places where nature’s strength is starting to recover within the broken landscape.

It’s a short journey north to Last Light, but the panther’s meandering route takes it past the moonlight-bathed building. Instead, it makes for the small camp where Hector and his companions have been lodging since their arrival in the shadowlands. Unsurprisingly, given it is nearly two in the morning, the camp is still and silent; only a lone tiefling figure sits up keeping guard by the slowly dying fire.

So softly does the huge cat move that Karlach does not at first notice its approach. It is almost within the circle of firelight before she registers it - but when she does, she moves fast, leaping to her feet with a startled cry and bringing her sword to bear on the beast. “Holy shit--”

For a moment the two of them stare at each other, unmoving. Then the panther's body begins to shift, magical energy flowing off it like a surge of dark water. Jaheira's lithe form uncurls within the burst of power into a standing position from the hunch in which the wildshape left her. “Is there a problem, Karlach?” she says, looking calmly into the point of the sword drawn on her.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Karlach says. She slumps with relief and lets the weapon drop to her side; a nervous smile bursts onto her face at once as she recognizes the other woman. “You scared the piss out of me.”

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#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #baldur's gate 3 fic #jaheira #jaheira bg3 #karlach #karlach bg3 #karlach cliffgate #i enjoyed writing this so much; thank you for the prompt! <3 #i think i've decided these two are my favorite characters to write by far c:#(maybe tied with lae'zel)#also if i had a nickel for every time this week i posted something about jaheira getting wine-tipsy and opening up to someone #i'd have two nickels #which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice XD #no hector liveblog tonight bc i have gw2 raids in a little while but i offer this instead :D

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c-is-for-circinate · 10 months

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Ok so regarding the stranger things extended universe, i definitely want to know more about nancy and her storyline, like does this become her career ? investigating government conspiracies? And how does she feel about it? About not living a more peaceful life after everything?

After something like Hawkins, there are three ways to go if you want to keep sane, Nancy thinks. Or, well. As sane as any of them are, now.

Some of them went out into the world ready to grab life and joy with both hands and all their teeth, the memory of how close death came to devouring them enough to spur them on to devour life right back. (Eddie's playing Boston next week, wants to know if she'll go to his show; Max and El, last Nancy heard, are learning to surf.) Some of them went out into the world still full of combat reflexes they didn't mean to keep and tripped into a new fight, a slower quieter more mundane one. (She saw the photos Jonathan took last time he visited Steve and Robin in Chicago, the protests last month, the signs, the flags.) And some of them...well. Some of them left the lessons of Hawkins a little less behind than that.

They won in Hawkins, inasmuch as burned-out buildings and the town memorials and the deep scars cutting through a still-damaged downtown count as winning. That battle's fought and won and done. But Nancy hasn't forgotten who started it, and it wasn't Henry Creel.

(She'll argue with Dustin about it, over a mountain of fried shrimp and a pitcher of beer he's somehow old enough to legally buy, because Dustin's always cared more about the how than the why. He thinks the important lesson of Hawkins is that the laws of physics known by everybody across the global scientific community are wrong. They spend an hour and a half going back and forth about Oppenheimer and Eisenhower, Regan and Brezhnev and Martin Brenner, because one of the only differences between Vecna and a nuclear bomb is still the fact that nobody thinks Vecna could exist, but Dustin is wrong about why that's important.)

Science can do a thousand things nobody thinks it can do. Science can split an atom. Science can split dimensions. It doesn't matter why it's possible; it doesn't even really matter what's possible, beyond the fact that massive governments with thousands of soldiers and billions of dollars can always kill when they want to. Whether it's a bomb or a child experiment or a gas leak.

What matters, every time, is that people are dead. What matters is that the public needs to know.

Nancy makes her name in college breaking a story about illegal sewage dumping near a residential neighborhood before the Boston Globe even has it. She gets a professor fired for plagiarism. She almost gets expelled for libel when she tries to run a story about date rape on campus. (She almost gets caught slashing tires, after that one, but she learned from the best. Erica Sinclair taught her plenty about stealth, and Murray's been trying to drive in the idea of patience since the first time they met.)

It's not about monsters, it was never about monsters. There aren't any more monsters, Nancy thinks. (She keeps a licensed handgun in a shoebox in her apartment, because she ran out of ammo for the Makarov years ago, because monsters aren't the only things that like to threaten too-curious reporters in the middle of the night, and because you never know.) It's always been about the people the monsters destroy.

Nobody will ever believe the story of what destroyed Hawkins, probably. (Maybe someday they'll declassify. Nancy has a four-hundred-page memoir under lock and key in the safe where she doesn't store her gun, if the world ever gets there. Maybe she'll just pass it down to Mike's grandchildren.) But people know now that it was Hawkins National Lab. That some kind of government weapons research, right there on Indiana soil, broke a small town in half. That's something.

Nancy graduates college and interns anywhere she can get a foot in the door. The Globe. The Times. The Washington Post. The Post, finally, sticks. There's an editor there who loves to give new reporters just enough slack in their leashes to hang themselves with, so they can fill the back of the paper with issue-selling scandal and then have somebody to fire if the wrong person in power gets upset. Nancy does three months of research, jotting off puff pieces and human interest stories about charity work and bills with no opposition, quietly filling up file folders of photos and receipts and evidence that nobody can prove she didn't obtain legally. Her first headline runs on a Tuesday morning and gets a White House senior staffer fired by Thursday afternoon.

It could have gotten her clearing out her desk by the end of Friday, but Nancy was careful. Nancy was smart. It chafes from the inside out, like a blister on her soul, but she knows all about water it down. She could've implicated a dozen elected officials in this, and ten of them would have skated right by with no trouble, just plenty of cause to make Nancy trouble right back. (There are already people in Washington who know her name. Nancy knows there are files about her in the Pentagon.) So she's careful, she's delicate, and she implies nothing at all about anybody she can't demolish outright. She waters it down. It gets her a promotion.

Nancy doesn't drink icewater vodka, herself. She likes whiskey instead, in her coffee, in her tea. She talks on the phone with Murray Bauman at only the most irregular intervals, and he sneers at her in a way that Nancy's pretty sure translates, on Murray's tongue, to a colleague's respect. She tries not to lie. She's better at it, nowadays.

Nancy is hungry, has always been hungry. Has always been starving, one way or another, all the way back when she was twelve years old thirsting for adventure in the basement with her little brother, fifteen and ravenous for a challenge, an experience, the chance to grow up. She's choked on what she thought she wanted enough times that you'd think she'd learn by now. Mostly what it's done is toughen her teeth and teach her to chew.

She wants truth, and she can have it for herself, if she's good enough. If she doesn't try to force-feed it to the rest of the world too hard. She wants respect, she wants justice, she's selfish and selfless and hungry for all of it.

She wants to not be so afraid. She wants to not be so alone. She wants, sometimes, just once in a while, to be a little bit quiet and a little bit soft and rest.

It didn't work with Jonathan the same way it didn't work with Steve, or Liam, or Casey, or Diane. Nancy aches to be a little less alone, but she doesn't starve for it. Never once in her life has she been hungry for a person the way she's hungry for everything else. Never once in her life has she actually fallen in love back.

But Jonathan is at her front door again, because Jonathan is a yo-yo to all the people he's ever loved: backing off to give them time and space to grow, rocketing off into the world alone just for a little while, just as long as he can bear it, and then slinging himself back. Back to her again, this time.

Jonathan knows the score. Knows she loves him as much as she's ever loved anybody, other than Barb and Mike and her mother and Holly. And if it's not hunger -- if the closest Nancy has ever gotten to hunger for another person tends to happen in that oh-so-very, very discreet bar where Nancy can wear a perfectly-tailored suit and buy whiskey sours for girls in short skirts with no nightmares behind their eyes -- well, Nancy's never wanted most of them past the next morning anyway.

So sometimes Jonathan is on her couch and sometimes he's in her bed, and sometimes they fuck and sometimes all they do is sleep. When she needs a photojournalist, he's never once let her down. When she has nightmares, she wakes up just as terrified, but it's so much easier to pull herself together with someone to pull it together for. And Nancy Wheeler has never been in love, will never be in love, but she doesn't know what it could possibly have to offer that she could want more than that.

Does Nancy like her life? Wrong question. Stupid question. Better to ask if Nancy would have it any other way -- and well, yeah, she'd have a president who didn't sexually harass interns, a national defense budget that wasn't ten times the size of the department of education's, and a coffeemaker in the office that didn't get grounds in everything. She'd live in a world that didn't need her, find a new thing to be hungry about. Maybe she and Barb would both be on track for tenure by now.

In this world, she has half a dozen Pulitzer nominations and a Polk Award on her bookshelf. She has a locked filing cabinet full of other people's secrets and a locked safe full of her own. There's a file with her name on it somewhere in the Pentagon, although she hasn't managed to sneak in to read it yet. She's pretty sure the files on her desk about Pentagon staff are thicker.

#asked and answered #C writes stuff #the ST EU #Nancy Wheeler #yes this is part of one large extended universe #but I also stand by it as a general Nancy post-canon headcanon #let Nancy be aro and sort of gay and sort of ace and complicated about it #also let her choose to occasionally fuck boys about it anyway #:D #thank you for this prompt!#this was very much the push I needed

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robbed-ghost · 2 years

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Brad Wayne, but instead of finding out the other Wayne’s are the Bats, he just finds out random secrets that stem from them being Bats. Bruce spent a few months in a Himalayan monetary, Dick almost married Starfire, Barbara owns a whole clocktower, Jason designed super bullets, et cetra.

Ohhhh yes. Brad may be stupid but he’s not an idiot, he knows when something’s strange and he’s got a good enough memory to write down the stuff he hears. He really just thinks they’re strange and traumatized, however. When the family finally thinks he’s not going to connect the dots and decide to mess with him, they don’t realize he’d remember all of it and write it down to try and tell his guys about them what. Looking back at the list doesn’t make him confident that they’ll believe him, though.

- Bruce was penpals/chess buddies with the penguin

- Bruce isn’t actually an alcoholic he just wants an excuse to get away from conversation

- Dick owns a circus and was a cop. And a museum curator. And a male model (note to self just check his IMDB) probably indecision from his parents not being around?

- Dick grew up with an elephant and still visits it sometimes, so sad

- They all speak at least 5 languages (proof: Bruce and totally-not-Jason-Todd argued about ice cream in like Ukrainian or something and then switched to some kind of Asian language)

- Jason is also legally dead so maybe he’s a ghost or something but that doesn’t explain how he attends Shakespeare book club with Alfred. Maybe Alfred can see ghosts? PTSD?

- Tim is like 17 and runs some of the company but didn’t even really graduate school ??

- Damian has a pet cow and also grew up on a remote island

- Dick was engaged to Starfire TWICE

- Stephanie’s dad was Cluemaster (really bad spin-off of the riddler) which explains why she’s good at wordle

- Alfred has so many guns but Bruce doesn’t really do anything about it, something about Alfred having been a spy in the past? Dude can do makeup like no one’s business tho

- Damian has even more family on his mom’s side but won’t talk about them other than the fact that his brother’s name is Respawn, what kinda name is that ?

- Pretty sure Tim only knows how to make soup. Also his friend looks JUST like Superman it’s crazy

#dc #Brad wayne #Brad thinks he has to be the normal one to help them #to save them from themselves #he sees them fighting and he’s like D: while bruce is just like ‘they’re fine. leave them be.’#batfam #Brad thinks they’re all too traumatized to be normal and wants to be kind to them #they are but they’re also fucking with him #thank you for asking this I love asks and things in my inbox #I’ve probably missed stuff yes but the amount of facts about these characters that are independent of Bruce are terribly sparse #anything starting with ‘x but x’ is ideal I am holding you closely #writing prompt

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nemmet · 1 year

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🥂 fred

ok so this turning into a full piece was sort of an accident, but the prompt reminded me so much of a fic i wrote last year that i just had to go for it!! 🌹

emoji + character ask game

#the fic is very cheesy and needlessly wordy #but i have fond memories of writing it and think it still holds up!!!!#also the drink he’s holding is lemonade lmao #also also he is wearing loop earplugs because i have them and didn’t know what else to do #hashtag not sponsored #thank you so much for this prompt!!! i had a lot of fun with it :D #scooby doo #scooby doo fanart #fred jones #fred scooby doo #nem art :)#scooby doo and nemmet too!

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wexhappyxfew · 3 months

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Yay asks! Can I do 'riding the bike to the bakery in the morning' from the Spring list for Flo and Lemmons?

hey merc!!! thank you so much for stopping by the askbox and with such a fun prompt idea!! AND for flo and lemmons - these two i just love getting a chance to write with, and your enthusiam towards their friendship meant a whole lot, so finally getting to give them a feature - just thank you!! :) i hope you enjoy! <3

prompt: riding the bike to the bakery in the morning

featuring: Florence 'Flo' Godfrey and Ken Lemmons

"I'll get there faster than you can say hardstand!" Flo yelled over her shoulder as she sped down the road, the grass-laden fields dipping down into trees, filled with sprawling hills and livestock.

Growing up with an older brother who seemed to make it his life goal to make everything and anything when they were younger 'friendly competition', she'd gotten pretty good at beating Kenny Lemmons fair and square to the bakery on their bikes at 0630 in the morning.

It was usually better on mornings when the B-17s weren't taking off to the sky, but even that seemed lucky, whenever those days did happen to come.

"Keep making statements like that and one day it will happen," Ken called from somewhere behind her, before the sound of his bike disappeared a bit, "just not today!" Flo let out a chuckle as she came to a skidding stop in the middle of the road, the world silencing around her as she watched Lemmons come rolling up to her side, stopping rather abruptly beside her, exhaustedly leaning forward over the handle bars and glancing up to her with a soft sigh.

"I'm gonna have to have a word with Charlie Godfrey," he said, pushing up from the handle bars and taking in a breath, "you're too damn fast."

"Consider it a gift." she said with a grin, maneuvering her bike facing forward again, "Charlie wouldn't consider it one, but…..hey, he started it." All those years ago, she finished in her head. Lemmons chuckled at her words and looked out towards the sunrise - bathed in blues, purples, pinks and yellows. Yeah, she could say something like that was beautiful. Especially in a time like this. Sunrises were a sign you made it to the next day.

"Pretty ain't it?" he said; she glanced his way and nodded.

"Sometimes it's nicer when the planes aren't taking off," she said quietly, "knowing the boys won't be going up to the skies."

"Yeah," Lemmons said quietly like he didn't want to think about it, before glancing her way, "hey, you realize you could give Major Egan a run for his money on these things." Flo let out a chuckle and shook her head.

"He's a mad-man on wheels at the best of times," Flo said, "next time he happens to get his hands on a bike, I'll make sure to give him the offer. First one to cycle around base buys the other a drink."

"I'd bet on you, Flo," Lemmons said, adjusting his front tire from his handlebars, "though, he'd probably heckle me for not picking him."

"That's just his thing," Flo muttered over her shoulder with a laugh, "c'mon, that blueberry muffin is calling my name and squawking over a sunrise isn't going to get us there any faster!" Lemmons chuckled, as he pushed off from the ground, riding gently beside her as they continued down the quiet path that early morning towards the nearby town where the local bakery had muffins that were quite literally to die for - a cinnamon-sugar crunch on top, fluffy, thick and delicious. And usually, the owner would give them a drink for free, so she'd go for house coffee and Lemmons, ever as oh-so-sophisticatedly, drank tea. Flo usually got a kick out of it, seeing him sip tea like a middle-aged Englishman.

"Someone was looking for you earlier this morning," Lemmons said with a smirk, as he sent a glance her way, "he seemed really interested in your wearabouts. Wink was worried at first it was some weirdo, but then he started talking about this girl he had met the other day and he had sworn he'd seen her with us before-"

"Who?" Flo asked, glancing his way as she readjusted on the bike, suddenly feeling like she lost all capabilities of riding a bike. One person came to mind in her brain, enough to hijack her bike riding capabilities, quick enough for Lemmons to realize.

"Real swell guy," Lemmons said with a smile her way, "real kind, too. Usually makes sure we're taken care of as ground crew men." Flo sent him a look.

"Well that could be just about any pilot on base," she said, and then scoffed," even Helen! Or Tatty! Sweet as peaches those two are! Watching out for me when I need time away from the crew."

"Are you saying we're bad influences?" Lemmons scoffed with mock offense, "I'm wounded, Flo, really, that hurt." But she watched the smile on his face grew and she shook her head.

"You ass." she said with a chuckle, "Seriously who was it, just tell me."

"I think it's more fun to make you guess," Lemmons said with a laugh, "c'mon, we still have at least 15 minutes to the bakery, just take a guess, let me have it."

"Is this charades?" Flo murmured under her breath as she sent him a look. He let out a laugh.

"C'mon, Flo, just take a stab, I'll make sure to tell him later that you didn't remember him-"

"Kenny!" Flo admonished, reaching over the bikes to give him a light, slightly unstable slap on the shoulder, "Don't you tell him that!"

"Oh so you do know who it is." Lemmons said with a snicker, catching the look on her face in an instant, "Oh, c'mon, you know who it is. You got all defensive and protective. Let's see -"

"Is he a Captain?" Flo questioned softly, her voice gentle as they continued down the street in front of them. Lemmons smirked and let out a laugh.

"Oh he's a Captain," Lemmons said, "and a dog named Meatball is his first mate." Flo broke out into a laugh and glanced at him, and then looked forward again, still keeping a smile dancing at the corners of her lips.

"Captain DeMarco." Flo said and Lemmons chuckled at her words.

"Yeah," Lemmons said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "I suspect when they get back from the run today, he'll be looking for you, too." Flo smiled wide, maybe too wide for her own good and then glanced over at him.

"He's a real sweetheart," Flo said as they continued forward, "a gentleman really." Lemmons watched her and then stopped his bike, Flo glancing back once she realized he wasn't keeping up with her.

"Am I going too fast again?" she called to him as he slowly walked his bike forward a bit and stopped beside her, the look in his eye far more serious than it had been earlier.

"Fonda wrote me earlier, just got her letter," Lemmons said, "asked how the crew was, how you were doing, how the boys were….I wrote back, saying how everything was, giving her updates, telling her how I was feeling, all of that sorta stuff." She watched him.

"I don't know, Flo, but," Lemmons shrugged his shoulders, "you just always got this big smile on your face now. It suits you, really. And it started once you came in from the flying club a few nights back. Look, I'm not telling you what to do, but…..he cares about you. And when he goes up in those forts day after day, knowing he has the opportunity to see you any chance he can manage, I know he'll come looking for you." Flo stared at Lemmons, watching as he messed with a piece of fabric he tore off the pilots seat of Cleven's fort earlier - it'd been hanging about with no way of getting sewn back on anytime soon.

"War's war, but so is love," Lemmons said, "I write to my Fonda any chance I can get, even if it's at 2 in the morning after cleaning up a plane. He shows up even after he's watched men parachute out from burning forts and dying high above the ground. Even when I know he's hurting. When they all are." Flo watched him as the sun began to tickle their cheeks, her eyes fighting a bit of the emotions that lingered there.

"And I know you haven't had an easy go in the past," Lemmons said, "but someone like him is showing up for you - it's scary? Hell yeah it's scary! But ya know what else is scary? War. But hope and love are greater than that combined. And I don't want you missing that just because you think you don't deserve it…." Flo continued to watch him, his words and her thoughts living in her mind and consuming her.

"I see him and…." Flo started and could feel her thoughts beginning to calm, just the idea of him there settling them. She saw his eyes, heard his laugh, remembered the touch of his hand somewhere along her cheek, that look in his eyes when it was just the two of them somewhere under a sunset, looking at each other like it would never end. Knowing it could be the last time. Last time for anything and everything. Last time for him.

"You really think so?"

"I know so," Lemmons said, the quickness with his words enough confirmation, "Meatball doesn't just run over to us for shits and giggles now, does he?" Flo watched him and smiled softly and nodded.

"Thank you, Kenny," she said quietly - Lemmons patted her arm and then nodded forward.

"C'mon, those muffins got our name right on top and I'm gonna have to tell Fonda exactly how it tasted or she'll lose it on me if I don't tell her how it was," he said, before pushing off from the ground, a wild grin on his face, smile growing wide on his lips, and a wink in his eye, "you should see the way he looks at you, Godfrey! Like you lassoed the moon!"

a/n: fonda mention! she was kenny's wife, and they married before the war and it felt apt to give her a mention here! :) ALSO, charlie godfrey is in fact friends with marty armstrong, the brother of war correspondent esther armstrong featured in my bob fic And Then The Dawn Came! i LIVE for these connections for fun WOOO!

#THESE TWOOOO #my fav besties fr #florence 'flo' godfrey #ken lemmons #also:#bernard demarco mention hehe #not going to fully tag his name here bc well he's not really here lol #masters of the air #mota #i hope you enjoyed!!!#the angst for these is REALLY becoming a thing #because after these recent episodes everything for mota is coming out angsty somehow haha #THANK YOU MERC FOR THE PROMPT!!! :D #mota writings

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sunriseverse · 8 months

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I'm going to send you a second one!

fandom: Sha Hai (again)

character: Wang Meng

prompt: "My boss is..."

WANG MENG!!!!!!! oh this is going to be fun, i haven't taken a crack at him yet.......

If there's one thing that Wang Meng has learnt these past years, dogging Wu Xie's heels across the continent and every imaginable inhospitable clime on offer, it's that morals are highly relative, and generally useless when in the business he's unwittingly fallen into—though, to be fair, he supposes that selling tomb goods isn't many degrees up from actually doing the tomb raiding, all things considered—, which is why when he catches the kid—he's been calling him the kid, because honestly, he's not sure he'll last that long, even if Wu Xie seems pretty optimistic, because, honestly, Wu Xie and optimism are things that one should run from these days, and the only reason Wang Meng doesn't is because he's dug himself in too deep—rooting through the pack where Wu Xie stashes his cigarettes, all he does is sigh, and say, "Those are expensive, you know," rather than bother with any of the bullshit about how they'll destroy your lungs.

"Wu Xie smokes them all the time," the kid says, glaring at him mulishly as he finally wrestles the small pack of dongchongxiacao cigarettes from the hidden pocket in the pack that is, probably, not that hidden, if some teen can figure out where it is—Wang Meng will have to mention that to him, when he gets back from his ostensible discussion with Lao Ma about how to enter the tomb beneath their feet—, before almost dropping them from hands are far too clumsy for the false confidence being projected, which makes Wang Meng snort in amusement.

"My boss is..." Wang Meng pauses, trying to think of how to formulate something that doesn't sound like he's spent far too much time with a man who barely even pays him anything, something that would make his schoolmates jeer at him, and then finally settles on, instead, "go take a piss or something, you haven't left the tent all day, kids need sunlight and fresh air," and plucks the carton from his hands, tucks it into his own pocket for safekeeping, and steers the kid towards the tent flap.

#spinecorset writes #fun fact those cigarettes retail around 145$ per carton so well over one thousand rmb. also they're made with cordyceps fungus #fanfic #dmbj #thank you for the prompt! i genuinely had so much fun with it :D #c.txt

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spinjitsuburst · 7 months

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OH I’m SO here to ask questions!!!!

(Any of what you’ve written)

16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

CABNET MAN

18. How many chapters do you plan to write ahead before publishing?

22. Will this fic include more angst or more fluff?

Because of my severe Skybound problems. (And some rather horrifying Cm fanart I saw.)

7 What are your plans for Nadakhan?

And maybe along the same lines.

9. Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

Pushing it with a lot of questions but if you like answering. I have quite a few of my own.

fic ask game!

16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

Gonna go ahead and answer with a not-Cabinet Man one cuz the other questions are about cabinet man HAJSHDKH

In the Bruiseshipping fic I’m working on I wrote this moment that’s lived rent free in my skull I love gay people

Cabinet Man questions!

18. How many chapters do you plan to write ahead before publishing?

Quite a lot! I at least want to get through most of the initial Prime Empire stuff, and start planning/writing snippets of other arcs as well. I’ve had this AU bouncing around in my skull for so long (coming up on a year now??) that I really want to put a lot of time and thought into it before I start posting it!

Also I’m. Very shy shdkdhdkdh so I wanna make sure everything’s good for my own sanity

22. Will this fic include more fluff or angst?

I think it’ll be a healthy mix! I myself am a huge angst enjoyer so it will have it’s moments but I like when a fic has those moments balanced well with fluff, character relationship moments, positive character development, etc. Plus not everyone enjoys a ton of angst and I want it to be accessible for people who want silly fun times as well!

7. What are your plans for Nadakhan?

As always:

On a serious note though, I’m gonna be reworking him a bit so he’s actually. Well written. I hate hate haaaaate the forced marriage plot and think it’s kinda really stupid so his motivations for everything are going to be more “you destroyed my home realm you fucks” as to why he ends up going after the ninja

Also in my opinion he goes from “interesting villain with a compelling backstory” to “one note creep” really fast in the show so HDKDHDKHF he’s getting an overhaul for my own sanity

Me aggressively rewriting Skybound like I can fix it I can FIX it

9. Is there anything in the fic you’re not excited about writing?

A lot actually and most of it is because I still have to plan everything out HAKAHSKSH

My biggest issue right now is figuring out how to balance the seasons that won’t have a ton of changes in their actual events. Like Hands of Time happens pretty much the same as canon and I’m unsure of exactly how to make that interesting without just rewriting everything. I’m having a similar issue with most of the Ice Chapter of Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitzu and the Oni trilogy. I’ll figure it out but I’m not looking forward to actually trying to write that stuff out haha

There’s enough stuff I AM excited to write that outweighs that though!! It gets me motivated to write even the things that I’m not looking forward to as much

#ALSO THANK YOU FOR ASKING SO MANY QUESTUONS UHUHU I love talking about my projects :D #and feel free to ask questions outside of ask prompts too (although I’m still accepting ask game asks too :D)#cabinet man AU #Ninjago #fanfic #spinjitsu screams #ask #ask game

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supermarine-silvally · 3 months

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💜 Yara

Thank you very much for the prompt, dear Anon!! <3 I hope you enjoy it!

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

This fucking Marine would not leave her alone.

“And so there I was, surrounded by forty of the nastiest, ugliest pirates in all of the South Blue! They were pointing their weapons at me, creeping closer and yelling curses far too crude to repeat in front of a lady. Bunch of disgusting savages.” The man took a swig of alcohol, pounding his mug against the counter.

Yara’s teeth gritted, staring down at the bottom of her glass as if it had gold in it. If it wasn’t for this ridiculously overpriced beverage-- some kind of pomegranate-flavoured thing that didn’t taste half as good as it looked on the menu board-- she would’ve been out of this shithole bar ages ago.

It was the first day that the Moby Dick had made shore in almost a month, and she had somehow managed to spend far too long of it stuck next to this loser who had just spent the last hour bragging about his impending promotion to Captain of the 453rd Branch or whatever. The shit-eating smirk on his face told her that women were usually fawning over him by this point, and the fact that she wasn’t apparently meant that she needed a little more persuading.

The Marine leaned closer to her, his breath reeking of cheap liquor. “So you know what I did next?”

“I couldn’t care le--”

“I grabbed hold of the steering wheel and swung the ship around! The bastards were so surprised, they didn’t even have time to grab hold of anything, so they all ended up tumbling into the ocean!!” He roared with laughter. “Can you believe that? See, the thing about pirates is that they’re all so hopelessly stupid.”

“Are they now?” Yara said flatly. She was increasingly tempted to push the edge of her dress back, fully revealing the tattoo that adorned her left leg. The only reason why she hadn’t so far was because she was loath to make the man think she was trying to entice him.

“You better believe it, sweetcheeks.” He winked. “And if you want my opinion, Gold Roger was the stupidest one of all. Some ‘King of the Pirates’ he was. I heard there wasn’t even much of a fight to bring the brute down.” Swallowing another gulp of his beverage, he turned to face her. “Now, enough about me. What’s a pretty little gal like you doing all alone in this part of town?”

“Who said she was alone?” a familiar voice spoke from behind them.

Yara’s heart leapt, a small smile creeping onto her lips as she finally glanced up from her half-empty glass.

Ace flashed the both of them one of his usual cocky grins before draping an arm over Yara’s shoulders. “There you are. I was looking everywhere for you.”

The Marine’s expression soured. He shuffled closer to Yara, his tone dropping. “What do you say we get out of here? A man of my rank can get a room at any hotel you fancy.”

Ace tsked. “Whispering isn’t polite, y’know. And there’s a big problem with your plan.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

A devilish grin spread across the young pirate’s face. He withdrew his arm and reached forwards, fingers brushing gently under Yara’s jaw as he tilted her chin up ever so slightly. “She’s mine.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he leaned in, his lips colliding with hers. Yara’s eyes widened, surprised by the sudden burst of affection, but they quickly fluttered shut. Ace’s hands had found her waist, pulling her in closer, the taste of pomegranate lingering between them as he deepened the kiss. Finally, he pulled away with a gentle nip to her bottom lip, leaving her breathless. Keeping one arm wrapped firmly around her midsection, he shot the Marine the most satisfied smirk Yara had ever seen.

The man’s lip curled as he slid off the bar stool and took a step towards Ace, trying to look menacing. “Oh, yeah? Who do you think you--” He stopped, his eyes landing on the ASCE tattoo on Ace’s arm. All the colour instantly drained from his face. “W-Wait a minute… I know you… You’re… You’re Fire Fist!!”

Ace tipped his hat at him. “That I am. Pleasure to meet ya.”

“But… that means…” His gaze slowly shifted over to Yara, finally noticing the tattoo poking out from under the hem of her dress. He gulped. “H-Hellcat Yara… It’s-- It’s the Whitebeard Pirates!!”

“And you say we’re the stupid ones,” Yara said disdainfully, watching as the man’s shaking hand reached for the sword strapped to his belt. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

His hand stilled for a second before grabbing the sword and whipping it out. “I’ll… I’ll capture you both! You have a combined bounty of almost one billion Berry, right?! I’ll be rich-- and a hero!!”

Ace and Yara looked at each other, then back at the quivering Marine. Yara let out a sigh, lifting up her glass.

Thunk!!

Before the man could move, she brought it down over his head. He slumped over, his sword clattering to the ground. The rest of the pomegranate-flavoured beverage splashed from the glass, dripping down his blank face.

“Wow.” Ace looked impressed. “That’s one way to solve it.”

Yara shrugged. “I’ve been wanting to do that for over an hour now. Besides, his flirting game sucked anyways.” She placed the glass down on the bar’s counter, sliding it over to the bartender who had apparently seen enough brawls to be completely unbothered by the situation.

Side by side, the two young pirates left the bar, stepping out onto the sunny street.

Ace’s stomach growled as they walked, making him chuckle. “All that excitement and I’m completely famished. Now whaddaya say I take you out for dinner? My treat.”

She laughed. “You say ‘treat’ as if you haven’t skipped the bill on every single date you’ve ever taken me on.”

“That’s true,” he conceded, grinning sheepishly.

Yara looped her arm around his, twining their fingers together. “I would love dinner. And to spend time with you as long as you’ll have me.”

Ace pretended to ponder it. “Well, if that’s the case, then… How about forever?”

Smiling, she leaned down and pressed a kiss against the crossed-out ‘S’ of his tattoo. “Forever sounds nice.”

tagging: @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene

#oc: bravada yara #my ocs #ship: portada #otp: i'd burn the world for you #portgas d ace x oc #asked and answered #this was SO FUN to write omg and i think it turned out well?#i write so much of angsty marineford ace that i really enjoyed channelling goofy (but also badass) alabasta ace for this #thank you so much for the prompt!! i really appreciate it!!#also for my opla-only friends ace has this gag where he always dines and dashes #and lemme tell you if they leave that out of the live action i'm gonna be PISSED lmao #yara doesn't mind though. it's kinda fun when they're both running for their lives from an angry chef #she also had to steal to survive at one point in her life so she gets not wanting to pay for stuff (and not having money)#you can tell yara has matured because fighting marines used to be On Sight for her #(she really really hates them)#my writing #<- forgot to tag

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