#not a writer

[therainnight]

Me blathering about Omgaverse JaviLloyd. 

Warning: I'm no writer. English is my second language AND this is me blathering about Omgaverse JaviLloyd. 

Of course, there is no beta reader. this is me blathering

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hear me out- omega!Lloyd.

Yeah I know he must suit for being beta but I like the chaos of Suho and others that not is baron or baroness, don’t know if Lloyd is omega.

Originally, his death isn’t only because of drinking too much but also consumed heat suppressant pills for a long time and won’t let his body have heat after the first time it happened, and because of that most people think he is beta.

Unfortunately, Kim Suho aka our beloved young master takes his body without this knowing this. He did notice the pill bottle on the bedside table but don’t think too much about it. (In his defense, “it a pill bottle with no label. Who would dare to touch it?”)

The story continues like now it in the novel or webcomic. There was once or twice, Javier noticed a new scent coming from Lloyd. VERY SUS. At first, Javier thinks that Lloyd has a secret meeting with omega to steal the weird knowledge that recently Lloyd possessed but that theory has to drop out because Javier is with Lloyd 24/7 after he picks up Lloyd from passing out on the road on a faithful day.

Lloyd knows only a few things about this second-gender thing. “The knight of blood and iron” is focused on Javier’s knighthood journey more than the second gender. He knows what beta, omega, and alpha are but just that it.

After the mining & ant incident, it the moment that Lloyd learned about his real second gender. He learned from the mouth of his family doctor. At first, the doctor praised Lloyd for his choice of choosing to stop drinking after that he praised him for stopping taking heat suppressant pills and letting his body free for once, doing what it was designed for.

“Heat? What?” Lloyd asked but the doctor didn’t notice and keep talking.

“It’s good that now you consider your health, young master. But just completely stopping consuming heat suppressants immediately is kind of dangerous. I will write a new set of pills for u to stable your system, ok?”

“Oh and please don’t take it the wrong way but now you're out of pills, I think you should consider wearing a collar for your own protection.”

“I know. Sir Asrahan is trustworthy and noble alpha but as you always said to your soldier, safety first! Hahaha” the doctor laughed softly.

Before Lloyd could ask doctors more about this “heat” and pills. Baron and baroness break into the room and hug him while telling how they were glad that Lloyd is awake and safe. After a joyful family drop-down. Baron tells Lloyd that he knows about Lloyd's decision to stop taking heat suppressants. The baron presents Lloyd with a collar with the Frontera symbol on it. He said that ask for a mage to cast a spell cast on it to become invisible when the user wears it.

“I know how much you hate people knowing about it but please, think as to help ease your father and mother’s mind.”

Lloyd was confused but agreed to what the baron and baroness begged him for. Good for Lloyd, He wasn’t alone. Javier was also confused.

Nowadays, young master Lloyd has this- bewitching scent coming right off him. At first is very dilute, if it is not because of his sharp sense and of the time they spend together. He won’t notice it but now it becomes more clear and stronger. It smells like chocolate mostly but also another sweet scent that makes a sweet tooth like Javier crave for some.

On one relaxed night, The one that Lloyd can have a routine like normal people. He finished his bath, ready to put Javier into dreamland but Javier have some business before joining him in his bedroom. Lloyd rolls around on the queen-size bed. Lloyd can’t help but feel uneasy and annoyed with how his bed is.

Everyone would have some moments like this. When you feel like the bed is not right and they fix the bed until you feel comfortable again.

So Lloyd spend time waiting for Javier to fix his bed until he felt satisfied. He fluffs 4 pillows that he has. He keeps arranging it but is still unsatisfied.

‘Tomorrow was my day off!! I will have a good quality night's sleep today!!!’

Before he knows he collects the many pillows and blankets as much as he can. While Lloyd arranges his bed like a madman he notices Javier’s pink pillow on the chair near his bed. He picks the pink pillow up. Look around it. Before hugging it to test the quality of the pillow. Turn out it is perfect!

Lloyd replaced the pink pillow with his own pillow while thinking Javier won’t mind him borrowing this pillow just for one day.

-knock- -knock-

“Master Lloyd. It’s me”

“Ah! Come in.”

Javier didn’t prepare his heart for what he witnessed after he opened the door. The usually normal bed is now full of pillows and blankets. Anyone can see that each item has gone through a lot of calculations to determine where to put it.

‘I- it looks like a nes-‘ before Javier can end his thoughts suddenly Lloyd pops out.

“Ha ha! Lo and behold! This is my fortress!”

“....Young master, what are you doing?”

“...make my bed? ANYWAY! come join me! it's very comfy, you know~? Want to sleep with this big brother tonight~?”

“..with all the respect, sir. I have to refuse- wait. Is that my pillow?” 

"oh-AH. Yes. I will borrow it today! "

"You have a ton of pillow, Sir. Why you must borrow mine? please give it to me"

"What-? Did I just hear SIR KNIGHT ASRAHAN say he can't sleep without his pink pillow? don't worry. I won't tell a soul."

"--!"

Javier moves closer to the bed with a fortress(?) make of pillows. To be honest, the nest- no- the bed looks very comfy and neat but he can't let himself go along with what this trash human planned.

Thank you for reading! :3

#tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #javier asrahan #javilloyd #or is it #javillo #omegaverse #omega!lloyd #alpha!Javier #not a writer #me blabbing #my art #doodle

[sodacrisps]

Hi

I did half a thing and this lovely piece by dear @tiramegtoons pushed me to finish it up a bit more

No, right?

(also hi I’m back kinda/kinda not, I’m working on it)

#hiiiii #ahit the snatcher #my art #self insert #y/n insert #ahit #I’m gonna post some random stuff to try to get back in the groove #I actually tried writing a bit for this #but again #not a writer #Snatcher #snatcher x reader

[xiaoklong]

Okay. Im not a writer i just read. But hear me out. Enid as harley quinn and wedneaday as batman/joker.

Unhinged Enid and justice wednesday or unhunged wednesday. Is it just me?!

#wenclair #fic ideas #writing prompt #not a writer #enid sinclair #wednesday addams

[m-ayo-o]

i looveeeee those fics where it just jumps STRAIGHT INTO THE ACTION LIKE HHNGNGHHHH then scrolls back a minute to recap HOW THE FUCK u got there then builds back up into it again it'ssssssssss perfectttttt

#idk what it's called #not a writer #just love that shit #addicted #jjk smut #em.rambles #(not me trying to write one of those heheheh)

[soul-xhoney]

1:10

You’re still the one I think of when I have things to tell; and when I wore your sweatshirt yesterday I realized how much I missed your smell. It lingered…

Like all the things I’ve mentally made note of since the day we met, it stained my brain the way we stained your counter with the red wine we drank

Or the way I’d stand to lock your hair after a late afternoon beach run; like the touch of your warm skin that embraces me like the sun

Like the words to the song you wrote, the art drew or the sculpture you made; the look on your face when you showed me

You linger…

#zcmk #an excerpt from a book i'll never write #an excerpt from a story i'll never write #late night thoughts #soilled thoughts #dreams i’ll never tell #thinking out loud #prose poetry #literature #lit #unfinished #dear diary #books #writersblr #writerscorner #spilled writing #wannabe writer #not a writer #idk what this is

[rennorthernlights]

The Beginning of The End

Back on my angst again! Again, I ain’t a writer but I do daydream a lot. I tend to just write in my notes and call it a day. Anyways!

Warnings!! Blood, guns, torture, death, cursing, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

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The team all felt it to some degree. Something bad was going to happen. Price was going through more cigars than usual, Ghost was thrumming his fingers on his thighs, Gaz was more on edge, and Soap couldn’t stop bouncing his leg. The mission was far too easy. The type of easy that it raised the alarm bells in Price’s mind.

How many days has it been? Been far too many or least it feels like it has. Should’ve known it would go bad. Price should’ve seen the signs when they got the intel so quickly. He should’ve made Ghost check the case and because Price didn’t listen to his instincts he and his men were captured. Being bruised and bloody is normal but torture? Even Price in his age and experience knew that he and his men could only last so long.

“Laswell. Just wait for Laswell.” He grunts out, hands tied behind his back. His mind reeling in ideas on how he and his boys can escape. But no matter how hard he tried to get the ropes off it just wouldn’t budge. Being tortured in rounds. Sometimes it was Gaz first or Soap or Ghost. The sick bastards never made a pattern so none of the men could prepare. He hears yelling and Scottish curses and he knows Soap is back. Ghost already had his…turn of torture and that means that it’s either him or Gaz next. Price is hoping that it’s him and not Gaz.

Soap is forcibly shoved into the chair, Soap struggles but weakened from the torture…he can only struggle so much before his arms are pulled and tied tightly with a rope. “Soap you with me?” Price says, worry in his tone as he sees just how badly they hurt the Scot. But Soap doesn’t speak.

Something isn’t right. Something in Price’s gut tells him that something bad is about to happen. Before Price can even voice it, the man that forced Soap in his chair presses the gun head to Soaps head. His breath caught in his throat as Gaz and Ghost tense up.

The man then speaks, “I know none of you are gonna speak. In fact,” he presses the gun harder to Soap’s head and Ghost outright lunges forward. The ropes around Ghost hold true though and the man clicks his tongue in amused disapproval. “I know y’all would die than speak…but not everyone has to.” The man says it like he’s being generous. Like offering a bug to be crushed by the hand instead of the boot.

Price growls, tired of the game, “Spit it out already.” The man tisks in amusement.

“Eager to die are we, Captin?” He laughs and removes the gun from Soaps head and the team slightly relax. “Hears the deal. Because I’m just so generous.” Chuckling like he just told the funniest joke. “Your dear Sergeant is gonna choose who lives and,” points the gun from Gaz, to Ghost, and then to Price. “…who dies.”

The room falls deathly silent, like hours have passed when it’s only been seconds. “Oh! And Soap, you can’t choose yourself. No, no, no,” the man grins sickening as he sees the turmoil in Soap’s eyes. The fact that Soap is deciding the fate of everyone. “Only one gets to live. Happy choosing! You have,” he looks down at his watch. “20 minutes.”

20 minutes. 20 minutes to decide the fate of the team. The man walks out, the sound of the door slamming behind them as the team fall into utter silence. Any lesser team would’ve been begging, begging to live. As is the ‘Live’ instinct, to push down the others to live. To be the last one standing and yet…yet it’s silent.

“I’ll die.” Ghost’s gruff voice cuts through the silence like nails on a chalk board. Gaz and Soap immediately protest. “I’m not letting any of you die for me.” He says so resolutely. Ghost has run the scenario in his head probably as much as Price. Having so much experience in the military he just knows. Same as Price, that there’s no getting out of this. Not without all of them dying and Ghost can’t have that.

“If anyone has a better chance it’s you and Price.“ Gaz tries to say but Price glares. Seethes at seeing Gaz so willing to die. But it’s easy to sacrifice yourself to save the ones you love.

“No. No, we can try. We can…” Soap clambers as he tries to think. Tries to find something to make the ropes on his arms budge. “W-We can..we can do something..”

“Soap,” Price calls out as he already sees the spiral, “Sergeant,” he calls again as Soap starts to panic. The burden of choosing who gets to live and who dies, it’s just too much. “Johnny!” Price yells and he jolts. “Breath. That’s an order.” Price says firmly before looking back at Gaz.

“I’m not going to be the reason any of you die.” He says firmly to Gaz but Gaz outright glares.

“Sir, with all due respect. If anyone can give them hell it’s you or Ghost.” Gaz says, putting on a brave front but deep down he wants to breakdown. Barely in his late 20s and still has so much to give but he knows. He knows that Ghost or Price has the better chance at getting revenge. “Avenge us.” He says firmly. “One of you has too.” Gaz says, a finality in his voice. Nudged his leg out as much as possible to Soap to give him some fo of physical touch. “I’m going with you, Johnny.”

“Fuck!” Ghost yells and his head kills forward. Anger swelling in his bones but also desperation. Desperate to die so they can have a chance.

Price is fairing no better as Gaz seems so confident in him or Ghost. But how? How can he when Price lead them all to this? Ghost is arguing with Gaz and Soap. Arguing so loudly and ordering them to choose differently, to think differently. Price has always done well under pressure, always has. It’s what made him such a good sniper.

Minutes go by and Prices internal clock is telling him that’s it’s almost time. He closes his eyes and thinks back on everything. The time he was a boy to the time he joined. Meeting Farah and Hadir. Alex and Laswell. And then to meeting Simon. Memories flooding back to when he met Kyle, practically kidnapping him and he chuckles to himself. Remembering the time he met Johnny, the Scot always so vibrant. For a bit it all feels quiet even with the commotion.

“Enough.” Price says as Gaz and Ghost are screaming. Soap’s eyes so down cast it’s like he’s dead already. “Johnny,” Price says and the Scot looks up. Silently speaking with their eyes and Ghost tenses up. “I’m going with you.” Price says, a smile gracing his face even as Ghost yells.

“No! Fucking no.” Ghost growls out. Looking at Soap and silently pleading, begging him to choose anyone else.

“Alright then, Captain.” Soap smiles back. Seems that Soap didn’t even have to choose.

“Just don’t bore me with those god awful fishing metaphors.” Gaz grins, a laugh right after as he knowingly chooses his fate. Ghost is yelling at them. Arguing with them to choose him to die instead. The door slams open.

“Times up! Ready or not.” The man walks in and his eyebrows arch as he sees the 3 men chuckling, looking at each other in peace while the other yells in anger. “So I see we’ve chosen?” Ghost curses at him, “Oh don’t be such an asshole. So,” he looks at Soap. “Who gets to live?” The gun aimed at Soap. “Ghost gets to li-“

BANG

“No!!” Ghost screams out, the Scots blood sprawled on Gaz as the Scots body falls forward. The ropes holding the lifeless body. “NO!!”

BANG

….

“STOP! FUCKING STOP!”

….

BANG

“And as promised.” The man grins, Ghost seethes with so much anger. Tears down his face as he yells in anguish. “Aww don’t be so sad. You get to live.” He laughs as Ghost struggles in the binds.

“I’m going to fucking KILL YOU!” Ghost growls out. Didn’t even get to say goodbye. Didn’t even get to tell them he loves them. Didn’t get to say how much they saved him from his own spiral of pain.

“Yeah,” the man laughs and hits Ghost hard on his head. Forcibly knocking him out.

#john price #kyle gaz garrick #johnny mactavish #simon ghost riley #not a writer #in the back of my mind #you died #angst #don’t worry #he gets his revenge #found family #there’s only one #i’m sorry #not really though

[conspicuouslygay]

Another image I can't get out of my head. @monstrous-femme 's In Her Hips .

#yes im avoiding my own fic #jedi mind trick #ive always been an art person #not a writer #youre next eska #jk but maybe not #ronance #ronance fanart

[goodomensjail]

I see all your “Aziraphale better do the apology dance” and raise you this line during the Ineffable Reunion:

Aziraphale: I was wrong. . . But you weren’t right.

Then maybe some GODDAMN communication about what they MEANT to say Jesus.

#not a writer #good omens #aziraphale #Crowley #aziracrow

[cros-s]

so frustrating to have a lot of story ideas but not able to put them into an actual story because they're jumbled in your head. You dont know how to start it but you already have the ending in mind 🥲

#not a writer #frustrated storyteller #how to write #lmao

[tamelee]

I thought you’d find this cute: scenario—> give Sasuke a fox and tell him if he misses it that it’ll turn into a handsome prince. And then it turns into Naruto.

Ahw~ heh, idk if Sasuke would be wanting a 'handsome prince' but him with a fox is definitely something I thought about before!! Based off of this art:

(except it is AU, sorta, and Sasuke still has both his arms)

He'd be traveling and encounter an obnoxious looking orange fox. Almost too bright, clearly visible under the moonlight- a bit odd he thinks. It follows him around. Sasuke finds it strange because foxes can hunt very well and usually stay away from humans as they are scared of them. Not this one though. It probably learned to associate people with food Sasuke thought and so he was reluctant to share his food/water with the fox at first. But after a while of not being able to scare the little animal away and it becoming bolder in his approach, coming closer every time, Sasuke threw it a snack. And he observed. Since it was nighttime you normally wouldn't be able to see its features. But this is Sasuke. There were no signs of it having rabies or otherwise being sick as far as Sasuke could tell. And.. were those eyes blue?

Slowly Sasuke stood up so as to not disturb the fox while it was eating but to no avail. The moment he walked away the animal started to follow him again. He sighed but allowed it to because he was on a mission and had no time to entertain it further. After some time the fox was still there. Dawn was approaching fast and Sasuke braced himself, disappointed that yet another night passed by without results. He'd now have to wait until dusk again. Reaching into his pockets to grab his remaining food he turned around to give it to the little animal but the fox wasn't there anymore. Instead there was a fully grown, blond guy with the same blue eyes awkwardly smiling up at him.

"Hi." He held up his hand halfheartedly as if to wave.

"..." Sasuke's eyes went wide seeing the round mark on the guy's hand, then glancing down on his own which was in the shape of a moon. Found you then. Or better yet, you found me.

"..Uh, thanks for the food I was starving! Are you- hey- you're getting smaller!"

Sasuke blinked because he was getting smaller. And he grew wings too. It was now daytime after all. The guy laughed. "A hawk, huh. I'm Naruto. Tell me your name later."

Sasuke shook his feathers once.

Naruto.

#asktamelee #fic idea #lmao I'm not a fic writer #I make stories #not a writer #authors I love you

[cordelia-gretson]

Stepping out of my comfort zone here. Several ALOTO friends have been kind and supportive in their attempt to convince me to write a fic. Then my wife stumbled across the first chapter on AO3 I told no one about two months later, calls me at work and asks, “are you Cordelia_Gretson?” 😳🫥 So I admit that I am and she wants to know if Carson ever replied to the letter. Well according to a notebook I’d been dragging around, yes but not anywhere else. Her and a few others nudged me along and this is the result.

So, here goes nothing and admitting it’s mine. 😮‍💨

Hope someone likes it out there.

#a league of their own #aloto #greta gill #carson shaw #greta x carson #carson x greta #gretson #letters #canon lesbian character #they deserve their happy ending #they deserve each other #they deserve so much more #heartache #pining #jess mccready #lupe garcia #so out of character #not a writer #i love them #i love them sm #ao3 fanfic #read on ao3 #what is happening #scared shitless

[icarus-suraki]

Unpopular opinion, but some of y'all have got to get over yourselves when it comes to artwork and writing. It's not just "art" or "writing." It's like ART!!! and WRITING!!! around here. It's like some kind of sacred vocation around here if you draw pictures. And I am tired.

IDK, maybe someday there'll be less ridiculously overwrought "poetry" that gets slung around. Just chill.

#i mean #i was young once too #but maybe read something #that's not ya #you might learn how to write better #i'm just saying #the intensity y'all have #it doesn't have to be baroque #just fix it #unpopular opinion #hot take #i guess #not a writer #not an artist #so maybe that's why #but idk with y'all

[imawholeassmood]

like herding cats

"Lena." Alex is mad. Big mad. And, despite her current condition, she knows Lena knows it, if her wide eyes are any indication. "You're going to fix this right now."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

And that…did not come from where Alex expected. She closes her eyes and imagines pinching the bridge of her nose as she lets out a heavy sigh. When she's collected herself enough, Alex turns toward the direction of Lena's voice.

Instead of the usual black hair and sophistication, she's met with the most beautiful creature she's ever seen in her life, not to say that Lena isn't a gorgeous woman, but what stands before her now is an ethereal being. An absolute vision.

With a luscious brown coat and eyes she could get lost in for days, Alex reminds herself this is her sister's lover and that's enough to snap her back to reality. Except when she speaks again, Alex can't shake the idea that there's something off about this Lena.

"Alex," the not-Lena Lena says, clearly trying to get Alex to focus on whatever she's apparently been explaining to unlistening ears, "I can't fix this because I didn't do it."

Ok, that gets Alex's attention. "What do you mean you didn't do this?" she says more than a little irritated. "This is your thing."

Before this absolute enchantress, no, Alex corrects herself, she is not attracted to this or any version of Lena, can respond, another familiar voice joins the conversation.

"Don't be mad," Kara says. Or, at least Alex thinks it's Kara. She's looking a little different than Alex is used to and it's honestly getting a bit overwhelming for her. She plops her ass right on the floor to prepare for whatever words might follow that super encouraging opening line. "I'm pretty sure this is a gift from Mxy," Kara continues as she saddles up next to Lena, "I just don't know what he's actually gifting us by doing this."

Alex stares between the two of them, Lena with a familiar and yet, somehow very different blend of softness and toughness that is so alluring to Alex in the worst way possible, and Kara who she could have sworn was more strawberry blonde than this current…blue?

She's still deciding between blue and gray when a very excited Nia announces from where Alex thought she left Lena, "this. is. awesome!"

Black hair. Nia's hair is dark enough so that makes sense. Alex almost convinces herself when a very distinct orange appears behind the now three of them lined up in front of her.

She watches as the familiar orange cat grabs a spot next to Kara and another, not-at-all-familiar Siamese? Balinese? Alex was going to have to brush up on her cat breeds, bookends this oddly endearing lineup. Her eyes scan her friends across from her.

Damn, she thinks as she gets to the other end where the last of the feline superheroes has joined, I wanted to be the Bengal.

#supercorp #kara danvers and lena luthor #supercorp fic #not a writer

[rennorthernlights]

I need more angst in COD. Like that gut wrenching “Oh my god, why?” Type of angst. Makes you take a step back and go “Goddamn”

Maybe something happened on a mission. Maybe the mission was supposed to be easy and that caused the 141 to ease up a bit, made them less stiff and clear-cut. Or maybe they knew it was gonna be bad and they had to brace for an inevitable. Or they were forced into making hard choice between living and dying and there could only be one that made it out.

(Disclaimer; I’m not a writer but I do daydream a lot so this has been running in my head and I just need to write it.)

Ghost can’t even think, can’t even breath as Soap is desperately pressing his hands on Prices chest. Gaz was yelling in anger a second ago and now. Now Ghost can’t even hear Gaz. Price jumped in front of Soap faster than Soap could even blink. Shoving Soap to the ground and even though it took 2 seconds for Soaps back to hit the ground it felt like an eternity.

Soap rushed forward to Price as soon as he got back up nd Ghost? Ghost can’t even breath, can’t even think. He locked up so fast, never has place been so loud and yet quiet. His eyes wide as Soap is speaking. Is he even speaking? Ghost can’t hear, all he thinks about is the day he came home saw his family dead. His mind merging and blending as he panics because he’s seen Price get hurt but never like this. Never to the point where it might be the end.

Soaps yelling, yelling at Ghost, yelling at Gaz. Gaz is no where to be seen. Murder in his eyes and a gun in his hand. Gaz, who’s always calm, always collected just snapped. Seeing Price on the ground bleeding out, a pained groan in his voice. Even Price’s well groomed beard was coated in blood. Gaz even with all that murder in his eyes even as he kills with so much precision he remains deathly calm. Only his breathing is erratic.

Soap didn’t think he’d be the only sound thinking one. Never believed he’d have to be the one to pull everyone together. His heart is pounding, his hands are shaking, there’s so much blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. And it’s just not stoping as he does what he can to stop Price from dying. Yelling into the comms for an emergency evac to get Price out. Yelling for Gaz to get his ass back here because he’s never seen Gaz like this and it scares him. Scares Soap so goddamn much.

“Gaz! Gaz! Get your goddamn ass back here!” Soap yells into the comms, desperate to bring his friend, his brother back. Price winces and Soap’s momentarily distracted. “Fuck!” Soap knows, knows that Gaz is like this because he cares so deeply about Price. Price who took Gaz under his wing, Price who spends so much time with Gaz because Price sees so much potential in Gaz. Soap fucking knows and that’s why he’s scared that Gaz is going to get himself killed.

“Ghost! Ghost! I need your fucking hel-“ Soap freezes mid-sentence. Seeing Ghost look like he’s about to witness someone he loves die again, he can practically hear Ghost’s erratic breathing. And that’s when Soap sees it. Gaz isn’t the only one thinking he’s about to lose a father.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john price #johnny mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #angst #not a writer #but i’m trying

[orbitinghetalia]

Gilbert stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw her. She was as beautiful as she always was, but that didn’t stop him from staring at her in horror. Or the infant in her arms. The way Daina was rocking the child in her arms to sleep while softly cooing at it looked right on her, but he was nowhere ready to deal with a baby.

He only just got ready to give this relationship a go and he was still very new to it, yet Gilbert had grown to trust Lithuania who knew how to survive in this household and had taught him how to after the war ended.

There hadn’t been a small child for him to take care of since Ludwig had been little. Which made him think about how much he missed his little brother, being separated from him by that damned wall. How quickly he had grown up, much faster than Gilbert himself, but the younger nations seemed to grow so fast these days.

Only now did she notice him. “Hello Gilbert.” Getting no greeting in response, the Lithuanian woman took a closer look at her partner. “What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing the fear on his face.

“Please tell me that isn’t yours.” As he pointed at the small, noisy bundle in her arms. Daina looked at him like he lost his mind. “It’s not mine, right?!” She simply signed as she shook her head.

“No, of course not. This is the little girl of one of the woman working in the kitchen.”

The Prussian supported himself against the wall before leaving the room.

“I’m getting a beer!” He yelled out in relief. Lithuania smiled softly and continued to rock the human child while she looked as her love fled from the room.

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Prompt: accidental baby acquisition for @lietpruweek.

#lietpruweek #aph prussia #hws prussia #aph lithuania #hws lithuania #aph lietpru #my stuff #my fics #my drabbles #not a writer

[thezenanna]

so i do write oc fics on ao3 for funsie????

dunno why would anyone ever wanna read these mere drabbles but in case ur bored and absolutely out of things to read and also a masochist

Dina's backstory

Dina's (spicy) love life? Warning, girl is a poly lesbian

Poppy's spicy hurt/comfort oneshot (more in the future?)

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#oc fic #thezenanna writes #NOT a writer #can u tell how much sleep token is soaked in these angsty sapphic stories #ao3 link #illustrator writes sound weird????? #ao3 writer #illustrators on tumblr