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WIP Wednesday - Welcome to the Mod Shop - Chapter 2 Preview
It's a day early but I can never guarantee that I'll actually post on Wednesday (because I will be playing Destiny).
Anja-3 had seen may Exos cross the threshold of the Mod Shop. She’d seen war-torn Exos, newly risen with no memory of their past lives, hobble into her store to be repaired and upgraded. She’d seen Exos plated in palladium come in to cover themselves in decals and etchings. Conversely, she’d seen the most basic chassis turn into a work of art under her and her team’s hands. Of all the things she’s seen, though, Anja never expected anyone famous to grace her doorway. 
When Saint-14 first walked in, Anja thought she was mistaken. Purple lights were common among male Exos, especially those with a frame that attempted to mimic the great Titan’s. Then she heard him speak, and although she was almost certain it was actually him, she knew her fair share of Exos with eastern European accents. She was even guilty of contracting linguists to help her fabricate a few voice modulators over the years, but she knew their faults. They always sounded faintly mechanical and nothing like the real voice of an Exo, if a voice modulator set to transpose electrical frequencies of the human mind could be called “real”. But the longer she watched him move throughout the store, the more certain she started to grow. By the time they were shaking hands, Anja felt like acquiring his name was a formality more than anything else.
When she unlocked the shop earlier that morning, Anja was brimming with excitement. She whistled as she disarmed the security system and turned on the showroom lights. She did a little dance as she restocked a rack of decals. She even smiled when the troublesome kids from the neighborhood tried to sneak in to peek at the penis wall. The only thing that dampened her mood was when her surgical assistant, a lovely human named Clara, asked her why she was so happy and she could not gush that it was because Saint-14, the esteemed hero of the City, had come to her humble shop. Damn, potential patient/surgeon confidentiality! Instead, she just shrugged and said she must have woken up on the right side of the bed.
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jadedzer0 · 11 months
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Idee Fixe - Next Chapter Update Options
Posting on main because my sideblog has still not returned from the Shadow Realm (though to be fair...my first support ticket from last week I don't think went through bc I never got a confirmation email so I just resubmitted it this morning...let's hope it only takes a few days!)
Anywho, I'm working on Chapter 5 of Idee Fixe, my Phantom of the Opera Modern AU fic, today and wanted to see if anyone had any preferences!
Tagging folks I know who may want to vote: @subtlybrilliant @prommethium
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kirans-wonderland · 3 months
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Hiya Kiran! I love the sound of your Valentine's event - what a cute idea!!
If I may, I'd like to request a little date with my darling 🌹Jade Leech ^v^
I hope you have fun with this event of yours!!
(also, I accidentally unfollowed you for a moment when I went to send this ask ToT I'm sorry, bud!!)
(I still love you)
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Maybe it’s predictable but he really wants to take you hiking. Like… more than usual.. in a strange way. He’s already packed your bag for you. He knows you’re not as avid of a hiker as he, is so he takes a more leisurely pace. He almost doesn’t stop talking the entire walk, but it’s nice. You like hearing him talk. It’s not often he rambles and rambles without end. He *will* point out *every single* fungi and moss along the way. He even brought jars with him to collect any new samples he finds along the way. Was he killing two birds with one stone? …yeah. After a while, you finally figured out why he had been so eager to take you hiking specifically. He had lead you to a clearing in the woods surrounding a beautiful lake. There was already a blanket set up on the grass with a basket, books, a tea kettle and.. a tent? It took you two a while to hike up here so… Just how early had he gotten up to set this all up? He wouldn’t even let you ask the question before he ushered you onto the blanket to sit and was taking off your hiking shoes. It was an afternoon of talking, reading aloud and just enjoying each others company in the privacy of the deep woods.
At one point, you sat on the shore of the lake watching the water, waiting for him to pop up again. Jade had gone into the lake, in his eel form and was finding little things at the bottom of the lake. Pretty stones, random knickknacks and even a couple fish. His sharp teeth were in a cute grip every time he dropped off a “gift”. That evening he set up a little camp, cooked up the fish he caught and spent a while stargazing with you until you both went to sleep in the tent. 
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blazepandaartz · 1 year
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hikariale · 2 months
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love overflow!
"want to place that hoodie you took off by our pillow and eventually eat rice from its warmth. i know. that's not something that's easily understood, but i won't give up and i'll keep telling you how i feel!"
headcanons about peculiar habits formed out of love
characters: jade, jax briggs, shang tsung, skarlet, tanya
content warnings: mentions of injury and gore, smoking, timeline ambiguous but written with the original timeline in mind, ask to tag!
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Jade will gossip with you. She takes her job extremely seriously and tends to distance herself from unprofessional things, so even the way she interacts in casual settings can feel uptight. Though she claims she has no vested interest in gossip, she always seems to know the juiciest things. Being in touch with court intrigue is just another duty of protecting Kitana, so she always has an ear to the floor. Technically, since they're palace secrets, telling them to an outsider is unthinkable and borderline treasonous... But if you press her, it's rather easy. She has her own opinions, even if she pretends to be above it all, so once you break the dam, you'll get the entire flood. Being able to confide in someone without courtly pretences is a treat to her, so she actually looks forward to you asking her about it.
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Jax won't smoke around you if you aren't a smoker. He doesn't quit smoking, but the only time you will see his lighter is during camping trips. His clothes still smell of smoke, but if you spend the entire day with him, you're more likely to learn what kind of laundry detergent he uses. He doesn't want you to be stuck inhaling his secondhand smoke because he knows that it is objectively bad for people, so even if you say it's alright, he will probably abstain. If you are a smoker, he may have casual banter with you over your respective brand picks. Still, he won't knock it until he tries it, so you may end up swapping cigs one day. Though it's his biggest vice, he will unquestionably kick it if you ask him to. And if you're both smokers, he will try to keep both of you accountable and responsible with intake.
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Shang Tsung will never treat you like a glass doll, but he will micromanage your health. Unless he takes care of things with his own hands, he won't feel satisfied that everything is in order. In some ways, it's a blessing. But depending on your tolerance for unconventional treatment, it can be a bit of a curse. The good news is that you could be sliced down the middle and thrown into a pool of acid and still live to see the next day. The bad news is that, if he cannot prevent your death, he will rouse you from your eternal slumber. The words "favourite person" may not seem to mean much from him, but the key term is "person," as opposed to "subject" or "pawn." A person may be physically cloned, but Shang Tsung knows better than anybody that clones are not the same person.
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Skarlet will take the blood from your wounds like a keepsake. Though it might make you uneasy, she doesn't have any ill will. In her mind, it is the same as keeping a photo of you in a locket. No matter the severity of the injury, Skarlet can keep you from bleeding out, so you could joke with her that she's taking a blood tax for her services. Depending on the situation, she might even crack a smile! It is hard for her to explain why she takes your blood when she doesn't really need it for anything, but just be assured that she could distinguish your blood from anybody else's. Even if yours was a single drop in a bloody ocean. That attachment is, in its own morbid way, the red string that she's tied between the both of you.
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Tanya will just lie on your behalf. You don't want to go to a meeting? You can't because your ceiling caved and you had to stay home all day to deal with the issue. Someone is giving you unwanted attention? Better luck next time because Tanya will make up a list of reasons about why that person shouldn't try to approach you anymore long enough to be a legal document. It would be nice if she let you know ahead of time, but she will set a wedge between you and your petty inconveniences as soon as she hears about them. You can fight your own battles, but if she doesn't think it's worth your time, she will swiftly sweep and smother them under a rug. If it is something that has been causing you a lot of duress, she might go the extra mile of stomping on that spot as you walk along your merry way.
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thehollowwriter · 2 months
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Summary: Jade and Finn enjoy a moment in the forest together
(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤️)
Beautiful
The feeling of grass under his feet was like heaven on earth.
Finn gazed silently at the lush green blades, awed. Soft and cold, the sweet grass tickling at his toes made his brain tingle in delight.
How ironic. He hated the feeling of sand, the dreadful rough, coarse stuff that always managed to worm its way into places he didn't know he had. Sand, abundant in his home, left such a sour taste in his mouth.
But grass? A notable land feature? It was a pleasant sensation.
"I see you're enjoying yourself over there."
Finn turned his head to see Jade entering the clearing he was standing in with his arms full of jars filled with the various flora and fauna of the forest.
Jade looked positively delighted, smiling brightly as he placed the jars and his large bag on the ground.
"Prefer the grass over sand, then?" The eel asked, tilting his head. "You look happy."
Finn nodded his head and padded over to where Jade was standing, sighing.
"It's nice." He murmured. "Soft. Quiet. I like it here."
He gazed at the shaded clearing they had decided to rest in. Soft glittering sunlight streamed through the trees, and a gentle breeze made leaves rustle and grass away, joining the music caused by a bubbling creek.
The calls of various birds and insects sounded from all around them, and a sweet smell filled the air.
It was serene.
Jade unzipped his bag, pulled out a large blanket, and rolled it onto the grass.
"Come. Sit." He insisted. "It's lunchtime."
Finn rolled his eyes. It was barely noon. Nonetheless, he humoured his partner and sat down across from him.
"You're awfully impatient. It's only eleven-thirty."
Jade's smile was placid and unbothered.
"For your food, darling, I can never wait." He said sweetly, taking a large container of food and some flasks from the bag.
"It's only sandwiches and tea," Finn said softly. "Papa sent up the meat."
Jade simply chuckled. "True, but every little thing you make should be served to a prince."
Finn's cheeks warmed, and he busied himself with staring at the creek.
"Don't say stupid things like that." He mumbled. "A prince won't eat sandwiches."
"Not unless it's yours." Jade teased, laughing when Finn covered his face with his hands. "Here, just grab something to eat."
To the surmise of absolutely nobody, both of them reached for the sliced meat first. The meat was cut so beautifully and tasted so delicious it was almost unreal. Finn was delighted his father sent some up, as were his three parasites - uh, boyfriends.
Sharp teeth tore through the flesh of raw fish easily, allowing an explosion of flavour to burst forth. One would expect it to taste salty, but Finn's father truly had a gift with flavour.
They ate in comfortable silence, happy to simply enjoy each other's company and admire the scenery.
"Oh!"
Finn shifted his gaze away from the gentle creek to find Jade staring at something with wide eyes.
"...Yes?"
"It's pink deathcaps!' Jade exclaimed, a positively delighted smile crossing onto his face. He began shuffling through the bag for his camera and notebook, mumbling about how rare this was.
Finn smiled and closed his eyes, humming in acknowledgement to Jade's words.
At first, Finn had little interest in mushrooms, but after listening to Jade's excited ramblings about them, he realised they were beautiful and horrifying little things. Nowadays, it was not uncommon to find them in his paintings, whether it be a few in the background or a wave of mycelium engulfing his main piece.
Jade, positively beaming in excitement, scribbled in his notebook and posted the surprisingly high quality Polaroid he had taken inside.
"Come look!"
Sighing, Finn shuffled across the blanket so he was next to Jade, squinting.
"Where?"
Jade, much to Finn's surprise, locked their fingers together and used his free hand to point at a large tree.
There, sprouting out of one of the branches, was a sizable group of pink deathcap mushrooms.
"Aren't they beautiful?"
Finn nodded. His head slowly turned to face Jade.
Sunshine bathed the eel's face in a gentle golden light, catching the glittering gold and olive of his excited eyes and the teal of his hair. His lips, shiny and soft, were pulled into a wide smile that showed off viciously sharp teeth. His voice, warm and deep, was like music.
"Yes." Finn whispered, unable to tear his gaze away. "Beautiful."
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A/N:.I hope you liked this one! Finn and Floyd's is up next <3
Tagging: @distant-velleity @krenenbaker @whspermy-name @theleechyskrunkly @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @the-banana-0verlord @kitwasnothere
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genderflu1dwh0r · 5 months
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Idk, I'm really tired, but had an idea
Beck had done damage to Jade, he had made her insecure and jealous. He made her feel like he was going to cheat on her, which he had done before. He messed up how she perceived her future relationships with partners. Jade knew that something was wrong, she knew that she was jealous and insecure, she knew that she needed to do something about it, but she hid from it.
When she got with Tori, she thought every time they weren't together, that she was cheating on her. She would constantly text and call her, making sure she was doing what she said she was. It was damaging. She didn't want to lose Tori, she was scared.
Cat had sat Jade down and talked with her about how she had to stop being so jealous and that she was only going to push Tori away, Jade tried to deny it, but she knew she was right. She cussed her out only to show up at the Vega's house unannounced. She saw that all the cars were gone, but the lights inside were on.
She knocked on the door, Tori answered, letting her in. Jade demanded Tori to sit down and listen. She began to talk, not looking at her girlfriend. She was embarrassed to even be saying that she was not thinking right and that she needed help. Jade was expecting Tori to call her crazy and breakup with her, cause she wasn't thinking straight, but no, Tori listened, she let Jade ramble and get her thoughts out. She respected her.
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So.
***2021 and 2022 Jade, Rook, and Leona White Day Letter spoilers below the cut!!***
***All 2021 letters can be found here!***
***All 2022 letters can be found here!***
I did NOT expect to be taken aback by LEONA’S 2022 White Day letter, of all characters 🤡 why Why WHY did it have to be FAKE CAT………………………………… LIKE DON’T GET ME WRONG, I REALLY LIKED JADE AND ROOK’S LETTERS TOO but those two didn’t really hit me the same as they did in the 2021 letters????
Jade’s 2021 letter was an excellent blend of his usual polite demeanor and a bit of trickery and teasing at the very end (”Truly, would I lie to you?”)! His 2022 letter maintains the polite tone, but it doesn’t have the same flavor as the 2021 letter did. Instead, the 2022 version ends with “This experience has been well and truly fascinating.” It’s still very much a Jade thing to say, but it’s much more dialed back and contemplative, like he’s musing over the ordeal and actually appreciative at having learned something more to the culture and the celebrations of land creatures. That’s, of course, endearing in its own way 🥺 DN;OUBFQEYOG8YwvyABOHSVFASVUOabyo It just doesn’t make me. FBIHviyoDVIYsvdibioDTVOEQFOYIBACBIHL screech as much as the implication that he could be duping me OTL I’M WEIRD OKAY LEMME BE 
Rook’s 2021 letter was very poetic and flowery! It was really wholesome and heartfelt, and it honestly made my heart melt a little reading it 😂 I actually a little disappointed with Rook’s 2022 letter asdbhhasyodboasbidsabid It wasn’t nearly as verbose as the 2021 one, but I do chuckle a little at the thought of catching Rook off guard with a gift. I’m not as much of a fan as him saying, “[...] I felt the urge to spring into dance on the spot” though. It sounds like a very Rook thing to do, but asdshlbashldbiyasadbsila THE IDEA OF ROOK RANDOMLY DANCING IN PUBLIC SOUNDS LIKE THE START TO AN IMPROMPTU DISNEY MUSICAL NUMBER, AND I’M NOT ABOUT TO BE A PART OF THATA SDSHABHDLASBIHLnjdwguveuVOUSalviSvos
OKAY BUT
THE BIGGEST SURPRISE OF ALL FOR ME WAS LEONA??????? LIKE I DIDN’T EVEN BUY THIS LOSER’S 2021 WHITE DAY LETTER BUT THE FUCKING CONTRAST BETWEEN 2021 AND 2022 IS LIKE NIGHT AND DAY????????????????????
In Leona’s 2021 letter, it felt like he was writing it while being held at gunpoint 😅 which I do believe is the vibe they were going for? Like, Leona treated writing the letter like it was a chore that he didn’t want to tend to. It’s cleare that he’s just going through the motions and that his heart isn’t entirelty into it. “Etiquette dictates that I must express my gratitude for the thoughtful gift you have given me.” It sounds like Leona’s doing all of this out of obligation, and he dislikes having to do it at all. He even closes out the letter by promising that he’ll MAYBE give you something in return, if he FEELS like it. BUT IT’S TOTALLY DIFFERENT ENERGY FOR HIS 2022 LETTER?????????? Man’s literally like: “So here you go, a proper message of gratitude: Thank you for your considerate gift.” Leona’s gift to you IS his thank you, because it takes so much for him to bite the bullet, swallow his pride, and be genuine in expressing his emotions. It actually means a LOT to hear this from Leona “emotionally constipated” Kingscholar 🤡 IS THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN YOUR WHITE DAY LETTERS I SEE, KINGSCHOLAR????????????? IS IT???????????????????? ARE YOIU.................... BECOMING YASAHII?>>?????? a tsTSUN DERE????????????????????????? BITR B Y B IT????? hmmmmmMMMMMMMM??????????????
BRUH IT’S EVEN WORSE BECAUSE THE FIRST PART OF THE 2022 LETTER IS “I’m no stranger to lavish gifts, but getting one from you was unexpected enough to pique my interest.” THE KEY PHRASE HERE IS “I’m no stranger to lavish gifts”. Leona has made it clear in a variety of voice lines and vignettes that he’s used to being treated like the royalty that he is; he’s USED to getting expensive things. In his Birthday Boy vignettes, he explicitly mentions that his older brother, Farena/Falena, sent him a very expensive rug. Leona says that the rug could be better served if it was gifted to another country rather than to him, as it could help forge stronger relationships with other nations, or earn new allies for the Sunset Savanna. He’s dismissive of his older brother’s gift (an older brother that, mind you, appears to dote on Leona and offer him unconditional love and support). He also acts prickly and defensive when he talks about gifts he receives from other family members, such as Cheka, often talking about how annoying or bothersome they are. BUT IN LEONA’S 2022 WHITE DAY LETTER, HE ACTUALLY EXPRESSES GENUINE GRATITUDE TO YOU FOR YOUR GIFT??????????
WHAT IS THIS 🤡 WHAT’S THIS GROSS FUZZY FEELING IN MY CHEST AND HOW TF DO I GET RID OF IT ID ON’T LIKE THIS  ASDBIYLASIYOdyvAVIYDiyoqeyg8r87g9qwpq8q064;.,l[jkdph[wnioybgqye7qef8ovtufbadoasfybacsfyugadfsvDSFGIYOdsbiyoDSFADFYUGYOIAFASDKHLBASBHUSDAVAYUSDVAFSVIYOacbi;ACOGVUCSBYOQPBY9CBCsbiocpSUPOIcvyoibpqdcvyoqcbh[cqp9biypcnosOJB ADVNM;LBJWKM,QV;DVWINO[VBUPQFYC9QUQCVSOYBIQTF8OYC9
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Anyway.
OTL
I’m fine. 🤡 Everything is fine.
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veeples-archive · 1 year
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musicalis interruptus
fandom: the wayhaven chronicles ship: specialist agent mason x faustus word count: ~800 warnings: minimal suggestive text 🤷 set around general book three-ish. it's summer.
Cutting Faustus’s hair hadn’t been in their plans.
Plans weren’t really structured a thing, but they’d established a pattern. Expectation. Watching some shit ass horror movie Faustus dug out of a bargain bin. A pack of cheap beer shared on the warehouse’s roof with only each other and the stars for company. Sometimes not talking to each other at all, only the sound of Faustus picking his guitar and scribbling notes between them.
It was all pretense for one thing, really: a bed or a couch or an alley if they were both desperate enough, Faustus under him, or him under Faustus, tallying each time they’d made the other come undone.
(Faustus is in the lead by two. He doesn’t play fair, especially when it comes to his mouth, but Mason finds it hard to fault him for playing dirty when it does it so damn well.)
They know the game, they play it well. 
Yet here is instead. In Faustus’s kitchen because the bathroom was too small to fit them both, a halo of black hair around his feet, an electric razor pressed into his hand to clear the overgrown backside Faustus couldn’t reach. At least Faustus had clipped and sheared the front and top himself.
“Gonna miss this fringe on you.” Mason runs his pointer finger around the black hair curling down Faustus’s neck. When Mason first met Faustus four months ago – Had it already been four months? Had it only been four months? – it’d been short and neat. “Like having something to pull.”
Mason catches the eye roll in the mirror Faustus propped on the kitchen table. “Me too, sunshine, but you don’t have to put up with the dumbass way it sticks up in the morning. Besides, it’s getting too hot to have it this long.”
Mason understands. He’s started pulling back the bulk of his hair into a loose ponytail to stave off the summer heat encroaching down on them. It didn’t explain why Faustus had decided that Mason of all people needed to cut his hair in the middle of Reanimator.
“No shit.” Mason thumbs the switch of the razor. He hates to say he’s hesitating, but most of his experience with tending to his own hair was trimming the dead ends, and even then it was only something he did every few months. “You know I’ve never done this crap before, don’t you.”
“It’s just hair. Even if you manage to fuck it up it’ll grow back.” Faustus shrugs one shoulder. 
“Don’t tell me this backwater town doesn’t even have a lousy barber.” 
“You’re here, aren’t you? I’ve trusted you with more than just a pair of fucking clippers, Mason.” Faustus twists in the worn kitchen chair to grin up at him. One hand hovers close to the one holding the razor, as if in motion to take it. 
Mason pulls the razor away and sneers at the smirk he receives in turn. “If you end up bald in the back don’t blame me, handsome.”
“Unless you fuck around with the settings I won’t. Anyway, wouldn’t I look hot as a cue ball?” Faustus bats his eyelashes, voice all plastic sweetness.
“No.” Yes. “Are you going to turn around so I can do this or what?”
Dramatics aside, Mason knows there’s a nugget of honesty hidden in it. Faustus trusts him. It’s a more plain show of truth than he’s come to expect from the detective who lies as easy as he breathes. Mason figures he can at least put in some amount of effort to not screw up his hair for it.
Lengths of hair fall away as Mason pushes the razor up the curve of Faustus’s head with no real grace or finesse. Mason goes slow, methodical. Faustus offers some direction, telling him where to stop, taking the razor to change the setting, and giving it back. They pass twenty minutes like this, swapping banter with the razor, until finally Mason does his best to neaten the back into an even line.
It’s not bad. It’s not great, either. The back’s a little choppy, but so are the bangs that Faustus took a naked razor to. Messy, punk, but fitting; Mason feels proud enough that Faustus doesn’t look like he went through a wood shredder. 
“You’re done.”
Faustus’s fingers reach back around his neck, skimming the jagged half circle scarred into his skin, feeling the sharpness of freshly cut fuzz. He sighs his approval, rolls his head back. Upside-down smiles at Mason, all syrupy laziness.
“Thanks,” Faustus says, reaching for him. Mason shuffles forward, leans down when Faustus tugs the loose flap of his shirt. “Feel better already.”
Faustus kisses him with a curious gentleness Mason is becoming more familiar with.
He’d kissed him like that after they saved that fortune teller woman in Mason’s bedroom when he’d been expecting fire instead of warmth. Mason had kissed Faustus like that at the bakery without understanding why. He still doesn’t. He doesn’t care to explore it either.
It’s enough to know Mason never liked kissing anyone more than he likes kissing Faustus.
“C’mon.” Faustus says as he rocks forward out of the chair, hair fluttering around him, immediately ignored. “We still gotta finish Re-animator so we can put on Bride of Re-animator.”
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blahblahblees · 3 months
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ヽ`、☁ヽ`─── victorious masterlist
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tori vega
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andre harris
dating andre harris college au (from oxangejuice)
beck oliver
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jade west
dating jade west headcanon (from oxangejuice)
robby shapiro
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cat valentine
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trina vega
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jadevalentine-writes · 11 months
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Me, once the shadowban was lifted:
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HELLO EVERYONE, I LIVE!
This blog was accidentally shadowbanned/mistakenly flagged as spam for the last two weeks! Thankfully, tumblr staff are super understanding and after I submitted an IT ticket, they were able to reinstate me. It's good to be back!
And it comes just in time, because I have another POTO poll for ya'll! 👀
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jadedzer0 · 11 months
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One day my writing blog will be back from the war (shadowban), but until then Ima post this on main.
My urge to write Legend of Zelda fic again is high and unruly. But I've been hopskotching so much between fandoms and leaving WiPs in my wake that I know if I start, I won't finish Idee Fix or the other Phantom of the Opera fic I have planned.
Instead of a longfic, I think I'll just post shorter stories/scenes and start with ones I already drafted long ago for Breathe of the Wild.
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liebermintz · 2 years
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Good idea, writing prompt, thought experiment, what have you: Nope but it's also a Victorious episode. And the tone of scenes with the Victorious characters has match the tone of the show, even in the darkest scenes from Nope.
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ofsandstonebodies · 2 years
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please tell me what your ocs did for valentine's first pleaseeeee ;-;
i am answering this after 2 months bcs i am an asshole so here we go:
jade and rheia: quiet day, woke up late, spent a lazy afternoon, probably tried to cook something together (i want to eat smth cooked by them so bad.) in the evening they tried to slow dance but they're both horrible at it so they just spent most of the time laughing at each other and themselves. went out for dinner, and then a long midnight drive jade kept talking about how rheia's blue streak almost matched the night sky and she told him to shut up (affectionate) and keep his eyes on the road and returned home at 3:30 am. (they're my actual parents. seriously.)
zia and keyani: woke up so fucking early, idk how they do it. worked out together, zia may or may not have carried keyani full bridal style to (zia: only to show off my superior strength ofc. *proceeds to get smacked on the head by keyani*), went out to have breakfast and spent the whole day hopping from place to place (only private ones for obvious reasons). lastly, they went to a nursery, and keyani gifted zia with a pot of bougainvillea then they went home and made out (zia: SHE BOUGHT ME FUCKING BOUGAINVILLEA ASGLDJLAHFKF) (they're dorks, your honour)
amien and ciaran: Ci woke up at 6 am. Amien woke up around noon. (Ci decided to not wake him as a present). They spent the whole afternoon watching the stupidest movies they could find (amien is ranting about how idiotic they are and ci is heart eyes.) in the evening they choose 3 horror movies to watch through the night. They start the first one but halfway through it Ci falls asleep. Amien just kisses his head, and lays down next to him, putting away the movie. i.e., until ci flicks him on the head and tells him to finish the movies bcs he likes his rants and now it's amien's turn to have heart eyes.
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hisui-dreamer · 2 months
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Can I have orange blossoms with jade leech for eternal love and marriage please? Thankyou!
is it love or just really nice flowers?
Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader
Synopsis: jade likes giving you flowers, it probably doesn't mean anything special though... right?
Tags: fluff, pining, slowish burn, eels are cowards, mentions of marriage, reader likes flowers
Word count: 1.2k+
Notes: thank you for requesting anon!! i had a lot of fun squealing when writing this one hehe
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flower of choice: orange blossoms
orange blossoms symbolise eternal love and marriage, and they are often used in wedding ceremonies as symbols of purity and eternal love
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You suppose it all started on your first Valentine’s Day in Twisted Wonderland.
As a member of the Mostro Lounge staff, you found yourself amidst the bustling atmosphere of the Mostro Lounge, where Azul's ambitious plans to capitalize on the love-filled holiday were in full swing. The lounge pulsated with the presence of couples occupying every available table.
Soft, dim lighting cast a warm glow over the space, enveloping everything in an air of intimacy and mystery. The gentle hum of conversation and laughter filled the air, mingling with the smooth melodies of jazz music drifting from hidden speakers.
Couples nestled into plush velvet booths, their faces illuminated by the soft light, lost in each other's eyes and whispers. Waiters moved gracefully between tables, delivering trays adorned with exotic beverages and plates of delectable meals, their steps silent against the plush carpeting.
But what caught your eye the most were the bouquets given to significant others, adorning the tables like precious jewels. Each one was a masterpiece in its own right, meticulously selected and arranged to convey the deepest sentiments of adoration.
"It must be nice receiving flowers…" you murmured to yourself, lost in thought.
“You would like to receive flowers?”
You snapped your head around at the sound of Jade's voice, finding him with a curious expression on his face. Surprise flickered in your eyes at his question, but a smile bloomed on your lips as you considered receiving flowers from someone.
“Yeah," you replied, a hint of longing in your voice, "who wouldn't? Receiving gifts makes you feel so appreciated. Plus, who wouldn't be happy looking at something pretty?"
Jade took a moment to mull over your words, his gaze thoughtful. Eventually, he nodded in agreement. "Hmm… I see. That does sound quite lovely," he acknowledged.
The conversation was quickly cut short when new orders and tasks arrived. In the whirlwind of never-ending tasks, the conversation had slipped from your mind almost entirely, until he appeared later that week, returning from a hiking trip with a delightful surprise in tow.
"Here, Prefect," he began, his voice gentle as he produced a bouquet of orange blossoms from behind his back. "These are for you," he offered with a soft smile.
The bouquet was a sight to behold, a delicate ensemble of ivory-hued blooms that exuded an ethereal beauty. Each flower boasted star-shaped petals, arranged in a symmetrical fashion around a central cluster of stamens. These stamens, adorned with tips of yellow to orange hues, stood out like tiny flames amidst the pristine white petals, adding a touch of vibrant colour to the otherwise pure palette. With their intricate details and subtle fragrance, the orange blossoms seemed to radiate a quiet elegance, captivating all who beheld their serene charm.
You couldn't help but notice the faintest flush of pink tinting his ears, and your own heart skipped a beat in response. You were well aware of the symbolism behind orange blossoms—eternal love and marriage. But surely, Jade couldn't mean that, could he?
"You brought these for me?" you asked, a mix of surprise and delight colouring your tone.
Jade nodded, a warmth spreading through him at your delight. "Yes, I thought you might like them," he admitted softly.
As you accepted the bouquet, a rush of emotions flooded over you. The delicate scent of the orange blossoms enveloped you, filling your senses with a sweet, intoxicating aroma. Mesmerized, you found yourself unable to look away from the vibrant blooms, each one a masterpiece of nature, without a single flaw in sight.
Jade's gaze remained fixed on yours, his expression tender and sincere. It was as though he was studying your reaction with unwavering attention, and a flutter of anticipation stirred in your chest at the vulnerability he revealed.
"Thank you, Jade," you said, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity. "These are beautiful."
A relieved smile spread across Jade's face, his eyes alight with a mixture of joy and relief. "I'm glad you like them," he murmured, his voice tinged with warmth.
Though you’re not sure why, Jade had made it a habit to always bring back a bouquet of orange blossoms for you from his hiking trips.
"It doesn't really bother me," he'd say with a closed-eye smile, "since it's on the way."
Each time he presented you with the blooms, your heart fluttered with joy. Yet, you hesitated to believe there were underlying intentions behind his gift. After all, Jade had always been kind to you, and you couldn't fathom the idea of him harbouring romantic feelings.
As the end of his third year at NRC approached, a bittersweet anticipation filled the air. The impending farewell weighed heavy on your heart, mingling with a sense of melancholy. Although Jade promised to visit during breaks and holidays, the thought of no longer seeing him every day stung with loneliness.
Summer break was nearing, and the campus was buzzing with students bidding farewells and exchanging hugs. Amidst the flurry of goodbyes, Jade sought you out, as he always did, with a bouquet of orange blossoms cradled in his arms. His smile was tinged with a hint of sadness as he approached you, and you felt a lump form in your throat at the sight of him.
"These are for you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he handed the flowers to you.
You accepted the bouquet with trembling hands, the weight of the moment settling heavily upon you. The sweet fragrance of the orange blossoms enveloped you like a comforting embrace, but it did little to dispel the sorrow that threatened to consume you.
"Thank you, Jade," you managed to say, your voice choked with emotion.
“I... I don’t wish for this to be the last time I give you flowers,” he confessed softly, his eyes searching yours with earnest sincerity. “Will you really not consider marriage with me?"
A heavy silence hung between you, each moment feeling weighted with unspoken words and unexpressed feelings. Then, Jade reached out to cup your cheek, guiding your gaze to meet his.
Caught off guard by his heartfelt plea, your eyes widened in astonishment. "Jade, I... I never realized... You…"
"But you knew, didn't you? You must have..." Jade's voice trembled with vulnerability. "Every flower, every gesture—it was all for you."
Your mind raced, memories flashing before your eyes like a vivid tapestry woven from moments shared together. Each bouquet, each flower—he had poured his heart into every gesture, his feelings hidden in plain sight all along.
Tears shimmered in your eyes as understanding washed over you like a gentle wave crashing upon the shore. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and you realized the depth of his devotion, the sincerity of his love.
“Yes, Jade," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath but filled with certainty. "Yes, a thousand times, yes."
The next thing you know, his lips are pressed against yours in a tender, passionate embrace. In that fleeting moment, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the sweetness of his kiss, and the promise of a love that would endure through every trial and triumph.
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Summary: Fin loves red. He loves his partners, too.
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Red
Finn adored red. Such a beautiful fascinating colour. The colour of rage. The colour of blood. The colour of love.
Green remained his favourite colour, but red triggered so many emotions in him, so many... feelings. There was much he could do with red, especially today.
A deep crimson stained Finn's hands. Some of it had gotten in his hair somehow, tangling with and matting the dark green locks. Streaks of red marred his face too, but there wasn't much of it.
Truly, he would look ghastly to an outsider. Coated in red, grin stretched wide over his face. But there were no outsiders. Be was perfectly alone in his greenhouse, free to do as he pleased.
The movement of his paintbrush against the canvas was practised and delicate, slow and careful. Red stained the white of the canvas.
Apart from the wet sounds of the paintbrush, it was dead silent. Finn didn't dare say a word, opting to bite his lip in poorly restrained excitement instead.
A splash of purple and a dash of teal were the only break from the raw, unyielding red dominating Finn's piece. Red ran down the large canvas in thick rivulets, forging a number of haunting rivers that travelled to the bottom of the canvas.
Perfect. Oh, it was perfect.
The sound of a doorknob turning and a door creaking open shattered the silence, pulling Finn's attention from his work.
"Finn?" Came Azul's voice. "You called us rather urgently. If this is about a painting, I have a lot of work to do. It will have to wait."
"Oh, but it can't." Finn said, his voice nearly cracking in delight. "I made something for you. Something special."
He stood up and set his paints down. Then he slowly and carefully turned his easel around to face the other three, gripping the side tightly and cocking his head to the side.
"I do hope you like it."
Three pairs of eyes widened in varying degrees of surprise, fixed on Finn's little homage to red.
An anatomically correct heart was centred on the once pristine white canvas, brought to life in dozens of intricate painted shades of red. It felt so real, so life-like, one would wonder if Finn somehow got hold of a real heart to use as a reference.
Red dripped down from the heart in half-dried streaks that glistened in the light.They trailed all the way down to the edge of the canvas, running over Finn's slanted and looping signature at the bottom right.
But that wasn't all.
Octopus arms burst from every opening, from the aorta to the vena cavas to the pulmonary veins, encircling the heart in a protective embrace. Two moray eels squeezed out of the vena cavas and tangled with the arms in a beautiful flurry of purple and teal.
"Happy Valentine's Day, my loves."
His partners were stunned into silence for a while. Then, a low chuckle sounded.
"It's beautiful." Jade spoke first. "Thank you, darling."
His voice stirred Floyd from his stupor. "Ha! Ya always find something interesting to do. S'pretty."
Azul took a moment or so longer to form words, seemingly entranced by Finn's piece.
"It's... it's incredible, Finn. Do y-"
Finn reached forward and pressed a finger against his lips. "No. This is for the three of you. Nobody else."
"Ah, right, of course." Azul smiled. "It's amazing. Thank you, Finn."
Finn preened at the praise, delighted. "I'm glad you like it. I wanted to- well-." His face flushed a little. "I wanted to show how I felt in a more effective way than words. You... you've captured my heart."
His voice steadily grew quieter, and he cringed at how ridiculously cheesy he sounded, even if it was true.
"Aww, our stone cold cookie is being all lovey dovey today." Floyd cooed. "Lucky day."
"Indeed it is." Azul purred, an utterly diabolical smirk plastered to his face. "So honest. How unlike you, Finn."
"I believe he's simply getting into the holiday spirit." Jade chimed in. "In fact, I'm surprised you didn't get us real hearts this year."
"I wanted to," Finn said almost immediately. "Papa had no leftovers to spare, and I couldn't get human hearts. But I spoke with him, and he was able to send up your favourite cuts for me."
"Really?"
The excited expressions on his partner's faces made him laugh.
"Of course. Anything for my dearly beloveds."
-End
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun with this one. I didn't know how to end it, though, sorry rjtntn
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