Moodboard asks update:
Due to me being exhausted from work and the fact that I have to dig deeper for the rest of the moodboard asks (mainly otps), it might take longer before they’re done, nevertheless, I’m working on more than one at the same time and I honestly hope to be done with three by Tuesday. So, basically, don’t worry! <3
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Hey Terra! Hope you are well ☺️ for drunk drabbles 2.0, can you do number 13 pleeeease 🥺💕
Drunk Drabbles
13: “Don’t move.”
Wish
Characters: One-sided Jeankasa
Word Count: 345 words
Darkness had descended over the narrow streets of Trost. Flickering torches threw their light upon immense walls of sandstone brick whilst shadows pooled in the recesses. After a long night of feasting, the Scouts’ District Branch Mess Hall was emptying. Recruits both young and old stumbled over the cobblestones as they navigated their way back to the barracks. Lines of soldiers clung to each other’s shoulders, swaying as they moved. One individual was retching upon someone’s doorstep. Another grinned foolishly into the half-full tankard he had swiped, slopping the remaining contents of it over his shoes.
Mikasa Ackerman stood gazing out over a river of ink, arms folded about her. A breeze stirred her short, black hair. She placed a hand to the back of her neck, covering skin which was usually concealed in the warmth of her red, woollen scarf.
As she began descending the stone steps, to where the water lay dark and silent, Mikasa was alerted to a presence behind her.
“Hey!”
Turning, she came face to face with Jean. He stopped short so that the two of them were standing one step apart. His eyes flicked from Mikasa’s own to her brow, then to the lower part of her face as though he was mapping each of her features in turn.
“Hold on. Don’t move.” Mikasa obliged as Jean reached towards her cheek. She felt the back of his finger brush her skin. The next moment he presented her with a fallen eyelash.
“I think you’re supposed to make a wish, right?”
Mikasa regarded him solemnly. Lips slightly pursed, she leaned forwards and blew the tiny strand away into the night air. Jean stood, his finger still outstretched, as though waiting for some divine presence to make itself known. With the world unchanged, Mikasa’s jaw tensed. Eyelids lowered, she gazed at him with something akin to disappointment.
“It didn’t work,” she sighed at last. “You’re still here.”
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Just a small update
I know I went a little M.I.A after posting a bunch of stuff but been writing in my absence, just not small stuff. I ended up not liking my Martain story I had going so I lost motivation. I might pick it back up and retry. I just didn’t like what I had. I have some Grish verse stuff in the works. I also abandoned my Benny Watts one shot I had going, but will definitely get back to that.
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hiii could you write a kol mikaelson x reader fic where kol helps y/n babysit their baby sister or just to babysit? ty and love ur work 🫶🫶🫶
I would LOVE to! Just so I can get closer to what you were thinking, what age were you thinking for the little sister? Like, really little? Or closer to a teenager?
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Mercenary x Photographer
Naib x Joseph (NaibJos)
“One day, we will destroy each other...”
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“Mr.Inference, do you think this plan will work out? Like really really really work out?”, Lady Truth, Emma Woods, is really concerned about what Naib just told them to do.
Naib takes one more look at his plan, then talks in a calm manner, “It might not be the best plan, but it is our only plan.”
“Are you sure? This is a very high risk plan! Like, the riskest plan i’ve ever seen from you!”, Emma said with little hope of convincing Naib to change his mind.
Unfortunately, Naib already sets his mind, “Without taking risks, there is no way to take him down.”
Emma reads the plan once more time, and still can not stop doubting about it, “We might die before being able to bring him down with this plan.”
“That’s why i’m putting myself in danger. I know that snake the most. I will have a better chance to escape just in case.”
“But, isn’t your leg...”, Emma can’t help mentioning about it, but Naib interrupts her.
“Enough talking. Prepare yourself. We will execute this plan tomorrow.”
The plan is going smoothly, until thing happens.
“Oh look who it is, if it isn’t my dear Inference. How is your leg these days? I remember it has a deep cut the last time we met.” A voice appears from the blackness.
Naib decides to stay and stall them. “Truth! Run! I will hold them back!”
“But...”, Emma is hesitated to go.
“Go! Now!”, Naib shouts.
Emma has no choice but leaving Naib behind.
When there are only two of them left, the real fight begins.
“Once again, you come back to me, Inference. Or, should i say, Naib Subedar.”, D.M says in a sing-song voice.
“Joshep!”. Naib shows a clear disgust when he hears that. He wishes he could punch that smug face so hard that it will need surgery.
“Shall we dance?”, Joshep takes out his trusted one-handed blade.
Naib takes out the sword in his cane, “Of fucking course!”
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“...but we can’t stop.”
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oh oh oh about the doodle ask maybe Red Hood Jason interacting with Robin jason who he (maybe just) rescued? ( Feel free to ignore this if it's weird )
Here it is!! Not at all as poetic as one would hope 😭
[ Little Jason: "Why do you look like that?" (What the fuck does B FEED me in the future?) <- terrified) ]
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