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[void-botanist]

Wrapped Scenelets No. 95: splits

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 95, Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

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The Confluence leaves seemed to intensify the sound of the wind, clattering together in a way the conifers at home never did, and throwing around the weird storm light with their shadows. It was easier to look out the window than it was to keep watching what was happening six feet away, to keep waiting and waiting. Tem stole a glance back anyway. Marietta was still making small talk with the nurses, though it was getting bigger the longer it went on. Probably Tem should be talking too, pretending that all this was real normal and they weren’t that worried. But they didn’t feel quite like they were in the room anymore. The worry and the panic surrounded their mind completely, and they were getting through it by just not thinking about it too hard. Not thinking about how their roots were still locked into Marietta’s, and would be until their sprout, Milo, finally split off their combined rootstock, however many more hours that took. Not thinking about the brace around Milo’s tiny body, covering so much that it looked like per was just a metal can with limbs and a head, the only thing standing between per and all manner of infection and injury. Not thinking about what happened if the brace wasn’t enough, and despite the doctors’ confidence, Milo died when per differentiated. Just thinking about the strange foreign leaves. The strange foreign wind, and the strange foreign shape of the window. Just how this was their first, and Marietta’s, and if per died, they would have to get out of this job. There was no way they could brave it again after that. It was honestly a wonder they hadn’t passed out from the stress yet.

They were half-rehearsing a worst-case call to their husband when they felt an odd creaking in their roots. Turning back to the room, they found the nurses all crowding around Milo, and Marietta watching them. Milo’s roots were lifting up, shrinking back from the rootstock. When Tem could feel the bizarre sensation of Milo standing on their roots rather than as part of them, per eyes opened. They felt per wobble and their heart stuck in their throat. But the machine connected to per brace said that per was breathing. Now Tem was too, coming halfway back into reality out of pure relief.

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Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#this would have happened 45 years ago. which is before half the nonroot characters in this world were even born #and Milo is but a YOUTH he is barely a third of the way through his life. maybe not even a quarter #anyway re: the tfa powerpoint Tem is Milo's second parent. the one he doesn't know very well #which is an extremely common thing with uep. some don't even know their second parent at all. Nid doesn't #c: Tem #c: Marietta #c: Milo #rose writ #scenelets wrapped

[lostbutterflyutau]

A Stolen Moment

Note: Firstly, I’d like to give a shout-out to @pizzansunshine who helped with some of the planning for this scene and even suggested a line for it! This ‘scenelet,’ as I call it, will eventually be part of a larger fic. But, for now, I’m going to give a little bit of background for it. This is post-Mirror World AU where Carla has graduated from school and has moved back to Avalor permanently.

Prior to this scene, Elena received a last-minute invitation inviting her to Alonso’s birthday celebration in Cordoba. However, she and the other members of the Grand Council are currently tied up in other matters and unable to make the trip. So, she decides to send Carla as the representative from Avalor because she’s the only person not involved in a project. But, then Carla is given the details of the trip and finds out that her required guard detail does not include the Captain. Needless to say, she is not pleased.

Gabe frowned as he looked over the folder in front of him and flipped through the pages. He didn’t understand. What was is that made this new course so difficult? Was it the new magical obstacles? Or perhaps the layout? He paused, opened one of the drawers on his desk and grabbed out the folder containing the course’s details, pulled the layout sketch from it.

‘Hmm…’ He thought, reaching for a pencil as he looked the paper over, ‘What if we move this section here? And I can talk to Mateo about – ’ His thoughts halted for a moment when a soft knock came at the door. He flicked his eyes up at the door, gave permission for the person to enter and turned back to the paper just as the handle clicked. He expected the visitor to walk in and hand over the paperwork he’d been waiting on. But, instead of the hard footsteps of a guard’s boots, he heard the soft click of small heels making their way across the room.

Confused, he glanced back up, eyes widening when they saw first the familiar, black shoes that had made those telling noises, followed by rich, violet fabric accentuated with splashes of black, including the sash that drew attention to the slight curves he tried not to focus on too much as his eyes continued to move upward, past jade pearls to meet with the striking, violet eyes that were currently fixated on him along with the signature smile that meant she was up to something.

“Carla, what are you – ” He started to ask, stopped when she started to saunter towards him, watched her every move as she crossed the floor and then paused at his desk before settling herself on top of it and his paperwork. He raised a curious eyebrow as she smoothed out her skirt, hands settling delicately on top of it.

“Gabe,” She said, drawing out his name in a soft, cutesy tone as she batted her eyelashes at him in the way she knew would drive her man crazy. However, instead of the typical response, which usually involved his face flushing over and him forgetting or fumbling over something, she got an amused smirk.

Gabe bit back a laugh. He knew this game all too well. “What do you want, Carla?” He teased.

“Well…” She started and carefully slid off the desk, finger trailing along the smooth mahogany as she made her way around to him, saying as she did so, “Elena’s sending me to Cordoba for Alonso’s birthday with another member of the royal guard.”

“A member that I personally screened. You know you’re required – ” He tried to explain as he shifted the chair towards the direction she was going.

“But I don’t want another guard,” She interrupted, set her hands on the arms of his chair and leaned in close, so close that he caught the scent of her Sparkling Champagne perfume, which he quickly realised she was wearing on purpose. It was a personal favourite of his. The warm, sultry scent suited her very well, especially now.

He made the mistake of flicking his eyes upwards to meet hers, caught the eager spark in them as she moved one of her hands, brought it up to rest against his cheek, their breaths intermingling when she moved in another half inch.

“Carla – ”

“I want mine,” Carla purred, closed the distance between them. She half-expected him to resist, after all, she had interrupted his work, and was pleasantly surprised when, after the initial shock wore off, he reciprocated and eagerly returned the kiss.

He knew he should stop her, even brought his arms up with the intent to push her way, but after the day he had endured, he figured he deserved a little break. At least, that’s how he justified it to himself as his hands came down to settle on her waist just as she pulled back, stifling a soft giggle at the look of adoration in his eyes as he looked her over, his smirk returning when he decided on his next move.

“Come here,” He encouraged and carefully guided her into sitting across his lap, wrapping one arm around her waist and taking her hand with his free one once she was settled.  

She glanced from their intertwined hands to his face, breath catching when she saw the desire flickering in his eyes. She knew that look. Heat sparking in her core, she untangled her hand from his, used it to reach up and grasp the fabric of his collar. She pulled him in closer, claiming his mouth with her own before he could change his mind, her lips caressing his softly, intimately. Her hand slid from his collar to his chest, fingers instinctively curling into fabric as he gave into the lingering kiss.

Part of him knew they shouldn’t be doing this. Especially not here. But he couldn’t – or rather, didn’t want to – stop, despite the long list of tasks he had to make sure got completed by the end of the day. A list that only grew when Elena announced that she was sending Carla to Cordoba. By herself. He wasn’t worried. Not really. She’d grown up on the road, so traveling was nothing new to her. And yet, he couldn’t help the pang in his heart when he remembered that, as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t go with her. He was needed in Avalor. With the Grand Council splitting up to attend events across both Avalor and other kingdoms over the next few weeks, there was a lot to do in selecting and preparing the guards assigned to each event, which is why he had to get the paperwork –

His thoughts halted when she pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, her lips curving into coy smile.

“Much more fun than paperwork, isn’t it?” Carla teased, taking the hand that was currently settled around his shoulder and carefully, strategically moving it settle against the back of his head so she could play with his hair.  

“It’s still the paperwork I should be focusing on,” He countered, even as he brought his own hand up, caressed her cheek with his thumb.

She raised an eyebrow, eyes asking the question for her. But…?

‘Forget the paperwork,’ Gabe decided and leaned in at the same time she did. They met halfway, their lips molding to each other once, twice, thrice more, the world fading farther and farther away with each kiss. The only thing he could register was the feel of her in his arms. The taste of the Avaloran chocolate on her lips perfectly mixed with the sultry scent of her perfume. The gentle touch of her hand when it came up to cradle his jaw that contrasted with the way she tightly gripped his hair.

Even though it had been a couple of months, Carla was still taken aback by how his kisses made her feel, and even more so that she liked those feelings. He made her feel special, wanted and desired in a way she never knew she needed, especially in stolen moments like these. She hadn’t intended for this to happen. She had only wanted to entice him a bit. See if she could convince him to accompany her on this trip. But, she also wasn’t complaining. How could she with the way he was kissing her? Or the way he looked at her, adoration heavy in his gaze, when he pulled back? She’d never imagined anyone looking at her like that until he came along. Even now, a small part of her couldn’t believe that he was looking at her in such a way. He was the Captain of the Guard. He could probably have any girl he wanted. And yet, he chose her.

She smiled at the thought as she glanced up at him through her lashes, fingers gently brushing against his cheek as she leaned up to meet his lips again.

This time, he pressed a little harder, his tongue slipping past her lips when they parted underneath his. He was gentle, but demanding and she was unable to do anything but surrender.  

Carla let him take the lead as they began the dance they were both coming to know so well. She gave into his silent demands, mind going completely blank as they kissed and kissed. She desperately wished there was a way to pull him even closer as a wave of sensation crashed over her. She could have stayed like that forever, completely wrapped in everything that was him. The last thing on her mind was figuring out how to stop.

But, stop they did, jumping apart when they finally registered the sound of another person loudly clearing their throat, followed by a soft chuckle. Gabe and Carla looked first at each other, exchanged the same, confused look before turning to the source of the noise and meeting the amused gaze of Lieutenant Rico Villalobos, whose mouth was curved into an smug smirk as he commented,

“Well, what do you know? Third time really is the charm.”  

“Wait…You had to repeat it twice?” Gabe asked, thoroughly embarrassed to be caught in such a position. Not only was it extremely unprofessional on his part, it didn’t reflect well on Carla either. Some of the other guards already had enough to say about them being together. The last thing he wanted was for them to have more material to use against her. Luckily, that didn’t seem to matter to Rico, who seemed more amused than anything.

The Lieutenant gave another chuckle. It took everything in him to not simply burst into laughter. At first, he had been stunned. The last thing he expected to see when he opened that door was the usually tight-laced, disciplined guard captain wrapped up in such a heated moment that he didn’t register the warning knock his subordinate had given or the door opening or his entering and crossing the room. Once the shock wore off, he just wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Of course he would be the one to find them like this.

“Well, you were so caught in the moment,” Rico teased as he set his hand on the desk, leaned over slightly, “In fact, I’m surprised I could see anything with the way you two were steaming up the office!”

Carla narrowed her eyes at him as she fought down the urge to get up, reach across the desk and smack that smug look off his face. She settled for snapping, “And you just had to cool things down, didn’t you?”

‘Carla…’ Gabe thought, shaking his head at her comment. He sighed and gently urged her out of his lap, ignoring the pout she gave when her feet were back on the floor. He turned the chair back around, said as he stood, “Car –” He stopped, corrected himself, “I mean, Miss Delgado, you’re dismissed.”

“But, Gabe – ” She tried to protest in her cute voice and he cut his eyes at her, daring her to say another word. Catching his look, she sighed, grumbled as she crossed her arms, “Fine.”  

With that, she stepped out, throwing Rico a look as she passed him.

#elena of avalor #my fanfiction #carla delgado #gabe nunez #Gabe x Carla #scenelet #Mirror World AU #I need more gabela kisses in my life

[amrynth]

Daily Drabble 1/365

So I haven’t really done drabbles before (my usual go to is what I call a scenelet and it doesn’t have a set length) so I found myself a list of prompts for the year.  It’ll be a mixture of fanworks and original characters so stay tuned~!

Prompt:  Stroke of Midnight

Work:  Yuri on Ice

Yuuri leaned over the back of the chair kissing Viktor on his neck, just below the ear.

“What was that for?” Viktor asked, startled out of the countdown on his phone to the new year.  It wasn’t an unpleasant interruption, just one he had not be expecting.

“Happy New Year,” Yuuri said with a soft smile and slid into his lap.  “I wanted to start it right.”  

“You missed,” Viktor pulled his husband closer and ran one thumb across his lips.  

Yuuri smiled and wrapped his arms around Viktor before leaning in to stick the landing on his second try.  

#drabble #yuri on ice #daily drabble 2018 #daily writing #yoi #viktuuri #victuuri #yuuri katsuki #viktor nikiforov #smooches #new years kiss

[void-botanist]

Wrapped Scenelets No. 37: control

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 37, Rearview by Bad Suns.

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It was harder to take them down than she expected, but she had them in the dirt quickly enough thanks to the element of surprise. They were trying to wrestle her off, and they almost succeeded, before she landed the first punch. Did they really think she didn’t mean it? Fucker. They destabilized her, got a hit in that jostled her teeth, and then visibly regretted it once their nosebleed was all over her knuckles. She heard the other kids crowding around, not sure whether to cheer on the fighting or get someone to stop it. Not that it would matter either way, because her point would be made well enough in a few more hits.

Suddenly there were hands on her biceps and someone—no, two someones—pulling her off of her quarry.

“Isabel, stop.” Her sister was on her left somehow—she’d never pulled Isabel out of a fight before. Looking to her right made it clear what was different: that new kid, Spinder, was on her other arm. He was the stronger one, but her sister had the weight to balance things out. As soon as Isabel stumbled back to her feet, she threw them both off.

“That’s what you get when you’re a bitch to a Hendriss,” she said, stabbing a finger at the fucker sitting up to hold their bleeding nose. Without looking at anyone else, she turned and made her exit from the circle of assholes.

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Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#alternate title: That's What You Get When I Let My Heart Win #I don't know Rodney's deadname and I don't want to know. but he's the sister here #this would have happened not that long after they moved to Antarac - before he figured out he was trans #c: Isabel #c: Rodney #c: Spinder #wip: nicea #<- close enough #rose writ #scenelets wrapped

[void-botanist]

Wrapped Scenelets No. 41: diner

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 41, Maneater by Daryl Hall & John Oates.

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Beyond Spinder the door of the diner let in a guy who looked familiar. Isabel couldn’t place him, and then all at once he was too familiar.

“Hey,” she said to Spinder, who was busy with the last of his hot chocolate, “you wanna get out of here?”

He licked the chocolate mustache off his lip. “Yeah, sure.”

Isabel shrugged on her jacket and led the way to the door, which was unfortunately the only way out. Maybe only Jones was here—like that ever happened. She passed someone on her way out the door and did not look at them.

“I see you caught another one, Jingle Bell,” came their voice. His voice. She kept walking, only glancing to check that Spinder was still a step behind her. “You gotta be careful with her, man. She’ll eat up all your money.”

The slap of the door closing suggested he’d remembered he had better things to do than harass her. She slowed and Spinder caught up.

“Was that Finnegan Brand?” he asked in a low tone, his eyebrows raised high.

“Yup,” she answered.

“And he’s still mad about the challenge burger?”

She scoffed. “Yeah, apparently.”

He seemed to be thinking that over, and then he said even more incredulously, “Jingle Bell??”

She laughed. “It felt cute in eleventh grade.”

He grinned. “It’s cute now, too, if you don’t try to say it ominously.”

That made her laugh harder, and then Spinder was laughing too.

As her laugh faded, she said, “He was right, though. I will eat up all your money.”

“I know. That’s why you pay at the diner. I gotta save my money for the challenge burger you finish.”

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Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#this happened years ago when they were ~20 #challenge burger as in one of those giant promotional burgers where if you finish it all you don't have to pay #which now that I think about it means Spinder is saying he'll never have to pay anything #that is not actually what I intended and is not what he intends either. if this scene continued Isabel would point this out #c: Isabel #c: Spinder #c: Finnegan #rose writ #c: nicea #<- I suppose #scenelets wrapped

[void-botanist]

Wrapped Scenelets No. 94: optimist

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 94, Pompeii by Bastille.

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The horizontal slat-windows of the view dome were overshadowed with brown dust hammering at the outside so hard Bo could hear it just a little. People trickled through a few yards from the chairs where they sat dropping slices of deep-fried fruit into their mouth with the tips of their talons. But there was nothing Bo could do to help with dust storms, or at least nothing that anyone had offered to them.

A set of footsteps cut away from the flow and they looked up to see Cady coming to join them.

“What are you up to?” he asked as he sat down in the chair across from them.

They swallowed their latest slice. “Just this. What’s up?”

“Oh, you know.” Cady’s eyes barely left the windows as he spoke, one hand waving dismissively with his words. “Just…trying to find something to do.”

“You can talk about them,” Bo said, looking right at him until he finally looked back. “It doesn’t have to be either-or.” Maybe they’d implied otherwise a few days ago, but sometimes it was hard to talk to Cady and get him to hear anything.

“I’m just going to say all the same stuff.” His eyes didn’t quite stay on Bo’s face. “It won’t change anything.”

“Might make you feel better.”

“Yeah.” He ran his knuckles over the hair at his jaw, and Bo went back to eating while they waited. “Do you really think they’re going to get the message?”

They nodded, then swallowed. “They will.” They believed it, but they believed it more for Cady.

“They will,” Cady said like he was confirming it. Like he would believe it too, no matter how much he had to repeat it.

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Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

#this was from the early days on Speekal some 9+ years ago #scenelets wrapped #c: Cady #c: Bo #wip: nicea #rose writ

[void-botanist]

I'm actually debating whether to do an ask game for the wrapped scenelets a little at a time. Right now I have 21 that I haven't posted.

@outpost51 I tag thee since you're doing reading this month

#poll o' clock #fun fact last I checked I am the only person on tumblr who uses that tag #scenelets wrapped

[void-botanist]

Wrapped Scenelets No. 13: return

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 13, It's Time by Imagine Dragons.

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Declan was still sitting in his same old seat, not the captain’s seat, because that had always been Cady’s—was Isabel’s, now—but everyone looked to him for guidance.

“All right,” he said, trying to muster a confidence he wasn’t even sure would come through in his voice, “take her up, Tristan.”

Tristan ran through her normal ritual on the other side of the bridge. Something in his brain said they should already be launched as soon as he saw her stop adjusting things, but maybe that was just how Cady did things. Or maybe three years had made him forget. As Nicea rose on her ground thrusters, his body remembered the shape of his chair, and how Cady was supposed to be manning the co-pilot’s chair, where Rodney was strapped in now. He still looked like a baby to Declan, even though twenty-six wasn’t much tenderer an age than he himself was, but he had a warp cert and his pilot’s license now. Right, Cady had taken the co-pilot’s controls in the central chair or the dashboard chair next to Tristan’s depending on his mood. He was never in one place. He was never worried about it.

The sky around them faded through to darkness. After three years of mental black hole, he was back in the void, and Nicea Shipping was back in business.

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Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#this is from seven years before the events of Nicea #reminder that Declan has a flat affect so all of the expressions that feel very obvious to him are not so much for everyone else #c: Declan #c: Tristan #c: Rodney #wip: nicea #scenelets wrapped #rose writ

[void-botanist]

Wrapped Scenelets No. 29: East Line party time

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 29, TiK ToK by Kesha.

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Hatt grinned, the whiskey bottle half-tilted in their hand. “You ready for this?”

Isabel tried not to glare from the other side of the counter. “Give it to me.”

Next to her Rodney just nodded.

Hatt neatly poured a thick shot for each of them, then pulled another bottle out of the fridge that had tiny pieces of garlic, onion, and some kind of hot red pepper swimming at the bottom, keeping the brine inside a questionable red-purple color. Behind the first set of shot glasses they filled a second set with the purple brine. Then they swapped the bottle in their hand for a shot glass in each. She copied them, and so did Rodney.

“Pegrás!” Hatt said, and they all threw back the whiskey, then the brine.

As soon as the brine hit her tongue it was over. She swallowed, but she also half fell off the bar stool, coughing through the burn of alcohol topped with the fire of capsaicin. “God. Fuck, Hatt, that’s nasty. Ugh. Why would you do this to good whiskey?”

“Because it’s good and you have no taste,” Hatt said. “Rodney agrees with me. Right?”

Rodney shrugged. “It was all right.”

“Follies of youth,” Isabel said without much conviction. “Can I at least get some milk?”

Hatt poured her a glass without complaint. Probably all they’d wanted was to make her suffer through that.

“If there’s secret shit chopped up in the bottom of this, I’m going to kill you,” she said, taking a drink of it without waiting for an answer. It seemed to be normal milk.

“I wouldn’t disrespect milk like that,” they said, putting the carton back in the fridge. “Besides, Annette would kill me first for fucking up her coffee.”

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Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#the mission: take a pickleback and make it worse #(I've never had a pickleback but pickle brine is tasty) #reminder that Hatt is Rodney & Isabel's adopted sibling. their dad adopted Hatt after he married his second wife Annette #Isabel is the oldest of them. Rodney is the youngest #also me trying to get the vibe across without having Isabel say Jesus Christ #c: Hatt #c: Isabel #c: Rodney #wip: nicea 2 #scenelets wrapped #rose writ

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Wrapped Scenelets No. 91: oyster

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 91, US by Ego Son and OVERWERK.

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Pressed into her small ship desk space, Tristan propped her tablet up in its case, sipping at her coffee with one hand while she tapped through her files with the other. She really should organize the folders more. Maybe after this video, which was in the right spot. She pressed play and sat back.

At first it was just an empty space, studio lights on wood floor. Then Gil stepped into frame in her black tails and bright blue curls. She had a mullet three years ago, and it looked so good on her. Tristan moved into view after her, showing a flash of blue bow tie and cummerbund to match Gil’s hair. They took their places on the floor, Tristan set to lead their waltz. Then, as the audience was expecting strings, the chopped vocal samples of their chosen song came over the speakers. As soon as the electric tones started to flow, they swept across the floor, bodies limber and loose but working so close together, legs interleaved in turn, feet hitting the beats perfectly. She relived the spins and dips and the rush of Gil’s smile while she saw only the sketch of it from the outside. The music shifted, and as smooth as silk Gil was leading, guiding Tristan through the steps she knew by heart, the two of them fluid, precise, orbiting each other over the floor. The way she remembered it, the audience in the dark around them ceased to exist, and it was her and Gil and the open floor. When they completed their dance it was still just them, in that intimate silence of a breath before the applause rang out and the video stopped. She could feel the rush of it in her chest, sitting here in the middle of nothing.

God, she missed Gil.

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Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#the concept: what if Tristan and Gil danced to US #I don't know if you can waltz to this song but I was thinking of waltzes as I wrote this #I think this scene will actually be in Nicea #c: Tristan #c: Gil #wip: nicea #rose writ #scenelets wrapped

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Wrapped Scenelets No. 49: curls

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 49, Locked out of Heaven by Bruno Mars.

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Declan tucked a sprig of mint into the bracket on the side of his moms’ headstone. It still covered their yard, untamed as ever. He read over their names again, for the thousandth time, and then the thousand and first, and thought about everything they’d missed in the last months. He didn’t feel the need to tell them. If they could know, they already knew. If not, he’d just be talking to himself. And if they did know, it was possible they knew everything, from Cady sweeping him into a new world, to the way Cady’s curls clung to his fingers in the soft moments, to the way Cady smiled at him, and the way he smiled back. How he still couldn’t believe that someone like Cady, a voidbitten force of chaos, could look at him and say, you’re the only one I want to travel the stars with, here, or out there. Could want to try to love him the way he wanted to be loved. He was so good at being alone that it wasn’t a question of letting anyone in. No one had ever really wanted in, not since the accident. Cady was the only person he’d ever been able to sit next to and explain that when they died, something in him broke. He wasn’t Declan but sad—he was different. He was alone, and that seemed like the only way to be. Cady couldn’t change him back. But for some reason he liked this Declan. Liked him enough to say, this is my family. They can be yours, too, long before he asked if Declan would marry him.

If he would marry Cady! He pressed his hands hard against his face, smiling into them. He’d said yes, of course he’d said yes!—and he would say it again a thousand times. His moms wouldn’t be there to see him be married, but if they could know, they already knew that he was happy.

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Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

#this was ~12 years before Nicea? maybe longer. Cady and Declan did have a few years of being married before the disappearance #also say hi to Declan's lesbian moms. sorry about how they're dead #you can tell there's a whole grief thing going on in the world of nicea because I just keep making new gravestone conventions #c: Declan #c: Cady #wip: nicea #scenelets wrapped #rose writ

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Wrapped Scenelets No. 21: cufflinks

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 21, That's What I Like by Bruno Mars.

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Nestled in the midnight velvet of the box were two white gold cufflinks, cut in the shape of the compass-rose stars of his favorite suit. Spinder’s heart sank.

“They’re gorgeous,” he said. That much was true.

Fabian was doing that little smile he did when he didn’t want to look too pleased with himself, but was nevertheless very pleased. “I figured you could wear them to dinner on Monday.”

Ah. This was a gift for dinner with the Avelas, not because Fabian had just wanted to do something nice. “I don’t have any shirts with split cuffs, though.”

“Oh, right.” Fabian bounced his fingertips off the side of his own head. “I forgot about that. You don’t fit in my shirts, do you?”

“No,” Spinder said, his eyebrows raised just enough to point out that Fabian was still not using his brain.

“Right, of course. Never mind.” Spinder expected him to say some other nonsense, but instead he paused, blinked, and held his hand back out. “Let me take those back and get you something you can actually wear.”

“You don’t have to get me anything,” Spinder said as he dropped the box in Fabian’s hand. Fabian took them across the room, and to his back Spinder continued, “I don’t think cufflinks or no cufflinks is gonna make the difference to your parents.”

“I didn’t get them just so you could impress my parents,” Fabian said, putting the box down on his desk and turning to lean back against the desktop. “I wanted to get something nice for you. I just apparently lose my head when I open the DeRos catalog.”

Spinder couldn’t help smiling a little at that. “It happens to the best of us.”

Fabian gave him half a smile in return, then pulled something out of his desk drawer before coming back to the sofa. When he held it out Spinder saw that it was in fact a DeRos catalog.

“How about you tell me what you want. Doesn’t have to be from DeRos.”

Spinder accepted the hefty catalog and started his search with Fabian half-snuggled against him.

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Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#yes it's his fanciest suit. but it's also his favorite #honestly surprised that this song is so high on the list #though honestly a lot of this playlist is a surprise to me. 2023 was 1 million years long #this would have happened ~2 years before Nicea. I haven't worked out the exact timeline of their relationship #the unsaid thing here is that Spinder's right arm ends past the elbow #so like it's technically possible that he fits into Fabian's shirts even though they both wear highly tailored clothes #but the right arm is not going to be tailored in a nice/comfortable fashion for Spinder #and obviously there's no inherent reason Spinder can't wear cufflinks but he doesn't want to bother with them #anyway this is Fabian's most common fault: meaning well yet never stepping out of his own frame of reference #c: Spinder #c: Fabian #wip: nicea #rose writ #scenelets wrapped

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Wrapped Scenelets No. 73: lacupla

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 73, Forbidden Tracks by The Flashbulb.

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From high on the side of Lacupla, Avis could see down across the forests and sands to the blue horizon, past the softer peak of Lier. This place was nothing like home, in a nonsense way she couldn’t put her finger on. Imni was covered with forests—orchards—and yet they felt like the opposite of the trees all around her. They were different species, sure, but a tree was also a tree. It shouldn’t feel this disparate.

Then again, “home” wasn’t really home either, not anymore. She’d been there and it felt like a dream, the kind where you know you’ve been there before, a hundred dreams ago, but that means nothing. Everything was the same, really, and she was different. The magic had all gone out of it. It was no longer the place where she’d made it through everything with him, because of him. Memories of afternoons on the quad felt like cruel setups, first moves in a game she could never have won. She’d dealt with the nasty leeches that were her parents, and she’d been sure that no one was going to ever suck the life out of her like that again. That she wouldn’t have to watch someone else be cowed by the people who demanded too much of him. That she couldn’t be tossed aside in the same way by her husband, the one person she actually trusted. She’d been sure that he was worth trusting for fifteen years of lies.

She puffed out a humorless laugh of a nose-breath. Better no home than one with no foundation.

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Soravis taglist: @vacantgodling @athenswrites

Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#guess what everybody Avis is traumatized too #c: Avis #wip: aom #rose writ #scenelets wrapped

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Wrapped Scenelets No. 30: relatable

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 30, bloodline by Ariana Grande.

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Snap came up to the catwalk and Rolf swung down to sit on per shoulder.

“So, how are things with Dory and Niala?” per asked in Hayokin.

“Well,” Rolf said, “now, I don’t know—I’m from nowhere, you know—but I think they’re so emotionally constipated.”

Per laughed softly as per sat back in one of the swl-size chairs in a corner of the lounge. “And why is that?”

Rolf slid down onto the arm of the chair. “It’s almost painful. They work together, and I think as much as they fuck with me they must do just as much just them. You can practically see the love beams passing between them and they keep saying to me, ‘we’re just business partners’. No, no, you two are clearly not ‘just business partners’ anymore. I don’t even care anymore whether they kick me out. Can they just say that they love each other already?” Before Snap could formulate a sufficiently funny or wise response, they pointed up at per and said, “Well, what about you? Are you just business partners?”

Snap smiled, showing all of per sharp teeth in the process. “Oruga and I were never business partners, thank goodness.”

Rolf giggled. “But how is it?”

“I like them. A lot. And I suppose the sex is…passable.” The tip of per tongue poked out between per front teeth, as though Rolf needed even that much to know per was joking.

“Well, you should try falling in love. Then you can say you’re just business partners. Although…is fucking the opposite of being business partners for nswl? Is that just how it works for all the surfs?”

“Business partners can do whatever they want. It’s the coworkers and bosses that get you.”

Rolf nodded sagely. “Can’t relate. Never had a fuckable coworker.” That was enough to send them both giggling.

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Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#this feels like it needs a million points of context but the most important ones: #Rolf is literally a foot tall and belongs to a cave dwelling species that is literally 'what if a bat became a deep cave creature #and also a smol humanoid' #'surfs' are thus surface dwellers. all the other sapient species #also they used to hate their old job and everyone in it attractiveness notwithstanding #they and Snap have been best friends forever and are from the same area #and also reminder that Snap is Derik and Wylie's oldest sibling #c: Snap #c: Rolf #wip: icepith #rose writ #scenelets wrapped

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Wrapped Scenelets No. 28: ribs and ink

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 28, Rolling in the Deep by Adele.

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For the first time in fifteen years, Avis popped the endcap off the red map tube and pulled out its contents. Spread out on the table and weighed down with her old glass paperweights, it took up a good half of the space. It looked almost as bright as it did the days she drew it. One day for each memory, except for the last day, where Sorian had given her two. She wasn’t exactly a great artist, but that had never been the point. Her little points and poofs were good enough mountains and clouds to get the idea across, and even if they weren’t, they were labeled, so that when she put her fingers down on the first landscape on the map, she knew she was going to see the west coast of Imni.

What she wasn’t prepared for was how much it felt like she had never left.

The quality of the memory was a little grainy as she moved her fingers across the ink, but she could almost feel the spray on her face from that long-ago ocean splashing against the rocks. And then the orchards, the endless white-barked trees laden with round yellow fruit, the way their leaves washed silver as they lifted with the breeze. The city of Kiun, the one she remembered, the one that was almost identical to the place she’d been three weeks ago but felt like home. And it wasn’t because Sorian was there. This was his memory, sure, but even the most defined person in her copies was a vaguely upright ripple. There were no voices, no sounds, but the buildings and the bushes and the lightpoles felt sharp and solid, like she was seeing them in front of her. What Kiun was missing now was forever captured here, in the space between her ink and her heart, and it felt so real that she believed that somehow she could find it again. Then she took her fingers off the map, and she knew that was a lie.

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Soravis taglist: @vacantgodling @athenswrites

Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#another one of those 'eh? that even made my wrapped?' songs #but I really like this scenelet. god I love writing Avis #if I could write Anni and Sid as good as I write Avis oh boy. TFA and AOM would be indomitable #c: Avis #wip: aom #rose writ #scenelets wrapped

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Wrapped Scenelets No. 58: hero's return

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 58, World of Mortals by Instrumental Core and Really Slow Motion.

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The carved-stone benches outside the Glass Palace were both comfier and harder than they looked, but they were also hot, and Kane wasn’t sure how long he could keep sitting there. But if he got up, all of his nervous energy would turn into pacing, which would ruin the drama of him waiting here. Maybe he’d just stand up—

“Kane?”

Apparently he’d misinterpreted what direction Trixie lived in, because as soon as he was on his feet she was off to his side instead of in front of him. When he turned, though, she ran over to him, completely ignoring the flowers he had halfway lifted up toward her and smashing her hands against his cheeks.

“You asshole.” She smacked his cheeks, just enough for it to sting a little. “Six months my ass. Where have you fucking been?”

“Well, stop squishing my face and I’ll tell you.”

She eased up but didn’t move her hands. “Tell me you’re not leaving again.”

“Well—”

“Tell me, or I’m done with this conversation until you go and come back again.”

“I’m not leaving again. Not like that.”

She narrowed her eyes.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Trix. I don’t live here.”

That got him half a grin. “Do you live anywhere, now?”

“Nope.”

Finally, she took her hands off his face, then immediately threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. He hugged her back almost as hard.

When she stepped back, she said, “I still haven’t forgiven you.”

“Yet,” he said, brandishing his bouquet of daisies at her.

“Yeah,” she said with a smile, snatching them from him. “Yet.”

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Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#the glass palace is a hotel not a palace #Trixie lives with Zalen and Silas. Kane is her bff who fucked off to deal with some family nonsense and then didn't come back for 5 years #c: Trixie #c: Kane #wip: all that remains #rose writ #scenelets wrapped