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sooooo, would anyone want me to write veggie fics/drabbles here more often? just curious. also, please feel free to request some veggie drabbles for this week/weekend in my asks!

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♥︎ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ♥︎

An original story entirely created by Me.

Eclipse belongs to @eclipse-wisp . Blu belongs to myself!

The sweet smell of freshly baked muffins filled the air as the glass doors to the café swung open and shut with each passing customer. People of all races shuffled in and out, bidding each other rushed hellos as they went about their day, fresh coffee or tea in hand, some even treating themselves to a warm pastry as well.

The man behind the counter tucked his hair behind his ear, using a pencil to hold it there as he ran back and forth, dancing between other employees to take care of making coffees and pulling various sweets out of the ovens.

“Excuse me, sir?” A soft voice rang out from the other side of the counter. He threw out a quick apology and asked the customer to give him just a moment as he placed the hot tray onto the counter to cool and pulled off his oven mitt before turning around. “Good morning ma’am! What can I do for you today?” She smiled at him and pulled out her phone, swiping through a text conversation quickly before clicking on a photo. “I’m sorry this may be a bit difficult to place but my son has been here before with his nanny and he told me that I just have to try this muffin.”

He smiled down at her and nodded, “Of course! Those are our lemon poppyseed muffins with a made in house lemon glaze! We have a batch of them in the oven right now if you’re okay with waiting!” She looked down at her watch before nodding, “That should be fine, I don’t need to be at the office for a bit. May I also order a coffee?” He nodded and waved her over towards the register. “I’d like to get a pumpkin mocha coffee, preferably hot since it is a bit chilly this morning.” He chuckled and agreed “Of course ma’am, and what would be a good name for the order?”

“Blu will be fine! I’ll just be waiting right to the side until the muffins are ready.” She paid and walked to the side of the small shop, answering a few calls here and there from people while she waited. The oven dinged and an elf drifted past where eclipse stood taking more orders to pull the fresh muffins out and set them on a rack to cool. Eclipse turned quickly after placing the last order and began to brew and fix up each coffee that had came through.

“Miss Blu? I have your coffee ready if you’d like to take it now.” He smiled down at her and placed it on the counter, sliding it towards her as she grabbed it. “Thank you so much,” she reached into the top of her shirt and pulled out a $10 bill. “And here, I see how hard you’ve been working. You’re doing amazing! Keep up the go-“

“Order for Blu?! Blu?! One lemon poppyseed muffin for Blu?” A smaller fairy flew up towards the counter with the bag as Blu raised her hand slightly and waved the fairy over. “That’s me, thank you so much sir.” The fairy nodded and flew back down to collect another bag. “Anyways, keep up the good work, you’ve made so many people smile already today with how kind you are to them, it’s refreshing to see someone act so kindly to other people, even if they don’t know them.”

Eclipse smiled once more and took the tip, thanking her for being so kind. “Y’know, I just don’t see a reason to be an asshole. At the end of the day we all have the same goal. To go home and prepare to do it all again the next day. So why bother making someone’s day harder by being rude.” Blu swallowed a sip of her coffee and nodded. “I couldn’t agree more, There’s no reason to treat anyone any differently ever. No matter the person’s status.”

Her watch beeped a few times and her ears twitched as a shocked look flooded over her features. “Shit I’m gonna be late! I’ll stop by on my lunch break. What time are you here till?” He checked his own watch and called out from where he stood as she began to walk backwards towards the door. “I work until 2pm so I’ll see you around noon?” She nodded and grinned at him. “I’ll see you then Eclipse.” And he grinned back. “See ya then Miss Blu.”

The elf from earlier leaned over onto the counter, relaxing for a second as the shop began to slow down from the breakfast rush. “So?” Eclipse turned to look at her, slightly confused. “What do you mean so?” She rolled her eyes and motioned towards the door. “Find yourself a date? What was that all about?” Eclipse rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Really Sylk? Why the hell would you think I had a date.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter as well, matching her stance.

“Come on dude. A woman like that would have you set for life! Didn’t you see her badge?” He cocked an eyebrow at her and she smacked her head down against her now folded arms. “Really? She was the head journalist of Medusarian Today.” He huffed kinda and looked out the door. “Well, I’m not really looking for a relationship at the moment. Just trying to make myself a life here before I try and get laid y’know.” Sylk shook her head and made a retching noise. “Gross dude. Don’t wanna hear about my buddies sex life. Thanks anyways though.” She pushed herself off the counter and tossed a rag at him.

“Here start making yourself useful and clean up before the big boss comes around and starts chewing us out.” He chuckled and pulled a spray bottle from a small alcove under the counter and sprayed some on the rag before wiping around the coffee machines, listening out for the bell on the door to inevitably chime again as another customer made their way in.

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Popping the last bite of the muffin into her mouth, Blu flew into the doors of the Newspaper office, flying straight up the stairwell to save the time of walking. She buzzed past a few coworkers, apologizing as their papers flew out of their hands and landed directly in front of her office door. “Good morning Ms. Medusarian! Eventful morning?” A shorter goblin woman smiled up at her. “Good morning Elora, and I wouldn’t say eventful. Just a longer than usual stop at Rolling Hills.”

Elora chuckled and nodded. “I never have the time to stop before I come in, I hear that they have really good pastry’s though!” Blu nodded and opened the door to her office, motioning for Elora to follow suit. “Come on girl, we got work to do.” Elora did a fake salute and puffed out her chest, trailing behind Blu to make it inside before the door closed and she couldn’t reach the knob.

Blu set down her coffee and sat in her chair spinning a few times while she waited for her computer to boot up. “Alright, lay it on me. Any good stories from the past week? Anything that’ll make all the elves and orcs really get going?” Elora moved through a couple of files and placed some onto Blu’s desk. “We haven’t really came across anything too interesting lately, but with Halloween rolling around and Thanksgiving not too far behind a lot of folks are wanting to celebrate early.” Blu hummed and looked through the files, tossing them all to the side as she ran a hand through her hair.

“I guess we could run a few stories on the latest holiday trends and some events that are going on around Medusai. I could ask my Dad for a list of the events he has in the city hall.” Elora nodded and jotted down a few notes. “I think we could get a few good stories on the rising population of spirits this year. Usually they don’t come in until there’s only a few days before Halloween but this year they’ve been coming earlier.” Elora continued jotting down her notes and ripped the paper off of her notepad and handed it to Blu. She gave it a quick once over and rolled it up like a scroll, tied a little green ribbon on it, and held it in her palm. It glowed bright blue and one by one became little water droplets that collected into a puddle in her hand. She blew on the puddle and it faded away. “Alright, I sent it down to Chrys. She should start researching everything once she gets in around 12. Anything else on our menu today or can I get started on my background work?” Elora put her notepad face down in her lap and looked up at Blu from her seat.

“Y’know, Ms. Blu, you haven’t had any time off recently, I’m sure your son would love to have you home a bit early today.” Blu sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Elora I-“ Elora held up a finger and motioned for Blu to stop talking. “Go spend time with Asmodeous. He misses you Blu, you’re working yourself to death.”

Blu sighed once more, a bit more dramatically and nodded. “Fine, go ahead and clear my schedule for the next three days. If I have any important meetings tell the CEO I’ll be back in a few days, that I’m sick or something.” Elora nodded and smiled up at Blu, holding out her hand to take the files. “Thank you, Blu. Take some time before the holidays and enjoy yourself. Maybe even try to go on a date or two.” Blu rolled her eyes and smacked the files into her hand. “Fine, I’ll see you soon El.” And she rose from her desk and shut her computer down, grabbing her coffee before flying out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Mommy!!” Asmodeous jumped into Blu’s arms and giggled as she spun him around. “Hi baby! I thought I’d come home and spend some time with you today! Maybe we can go get some muffins from that shop you like?” Asmo’s face lit up like a light and he nodded quickly. “Baby where’s Erawin? I’d like to tell her she can go home if she’d like to.” Asmo flew out of his mother’s arms and landed onto the wooden floor. “This way mommy, Nana is cleaning up the kitchen.” Blu grabbed her sons smaller hand and walked down the hall, knocking on the wall before entering the kitchen.

“Good morning Miss. Erawin, how are you today?” The goblin turned around and dried her hands off on a dish towel that was hanging over her shoulder. “Good morning Miss Blu! I’m doing good thank you! You’re home early, is everything alright?” Blu nodded and picked Asmodeous back up, placing him on her hip. “Your sister actually gave me the day off, she wouldn’t quit nagging me to take some time for myself.” Erawin laughed to herself and nodded. “Yeah that sounds like her, she kept telling me that she was worried about how much you’d been working.” Blu shook her head and sighed. “I keep telling her that I’m fine, I’m trying to pick up a few extra shifts so I have plenty of money for the holidays.”

Asmodeous wriggled his way out of Blu’s arms once again and flew off down the hallway, the sound of him rummaging through his toy box rang out from his room. “Y’know Miss Blu, I’m really glad you took Elora’s advice. Asmo really misses having you around, especially after what happened with his father.” Blu nodded and ran a hand through her hair. “I know, but after he left I had to pick up so many extra shifts at the office to continue to give him the comfortable life he always had an-“ Erawin held up her hand and shook her head.

“Blu, I get it. I’m not mad or upset with you, trust me. I just think it would be nice if you found someone to settle down with, someone who could treat Asmodeous like he was one of their own.” Blu shook her head and sighed. “Erawin please. I don’t know if I even could bring myself to start seeing someone romantically again. I’d be better off finding a friend and asking if they would want to live here and be a ’father figure’. After Vero I don’t even know if Asmo would want another father in his life.” Erawin opened her mouth beginning to speak once more but was cut off by Asmodeous flying quickly back through the door.

“Mommy can we go now? I’m so hungry I feel like I’m gonna die!” Blu and Erawin looked between each other and giggled. Erawin scooped Asmodeous into her arms and began walking towards the living room. “I’ll keep him occupied and get his shoes on for you Miss Blu, go change out of your suit. And do your makeup! Who knows maybe you’ll run into Prince Charming while you’re there!”

Blu shot a few Fae curses under her breath towards Erawin and walked upstairs towards her own room, pulling her heels off before she even made it to her room. She waved her hand towards the closet and it opened up, revealing a wide variety of shirts, dresses, suits, and in the very back, a white wedding gown. Blu pulled off her skirt and her button down shirt and tossed them into a basket beside her dresser, walking towards the closet. She ran her hand across the fabric of the wedding gown, a deep emptiness threatening to fill her chest, before she pulled a dark green jumpsuit out of the closet and slipped it on.

She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, leaving a long strand out to hang over her face. The water like texture of her hair flowed throughout the ponytail, leaving a pretty sea foam at the very bottom hanging just below her lower back. She slipped on some white sandals and swiped some light makeup over her face before heading back downstairs to head out with Asmodeous.

“Alright sweetheart are you ready to go? We can get there just after the lunch rush if we leave now so all of the muffins should be fresh!” Asmodeous jumped up and ran to the door, hovering right in front of it waiting impatiently for his Mother. “Miss Erawin you are more than welcome to head home for the day whenever you would like. I’ll send you your paycheck once we get to the café.” Erawin nodded and stood from where she sat. “Yes ma’am! Thank you so much for the day off, I’m just going to finish tidying up and then I’ll head out!” Blu gave her a quick hug and thanked her again for helping out around the house before she grabbed Asmodeous’s hand and opened the door.

“Come on baby, let’s go have some snacks and then maybe we can head to the park or to the movies.”

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Love From The Other Side - Chapter 2

good afternoon taleblr i have brought some more food for you. i hope you guys love spencer because hes my silly

once again you can read on AO3 or below the cut! and if you’re so inclined a reblow or comment would be loved!

“Huh?” Johnny Ghost pushed himself up off the back of the dead-tripods head, his entire demeanor different now. He absentmindedly wiped the blood off his face (at least any of the blood that hadn’t already soaked into his handkerchief mask, that is) as he focused his attention on the man in front of him.

 “What could you possibly have of mine?” He asked, making the safe assumption that Spencer was simply bluffing. 

Through the years this war had been dragging on, Ghost had lost, gained, and observed countless people. But it was strangest to see how the people he used to know had changed in such drastic ways. Spencer, the seventeen-year-old who used to live in the basement of the Acachalla house, who once would spend countless hours playing various computer games and always had some sort of sarcastic remark to make – was now a grown man threatening him with a gun. 

The absence of light in Spencer’s eyes told a story, as well as the large scar that decorated the left side of his face. Johnny couldn’t help but be curious as to how he got that. As well as how much it must’ve hurt.

Spencer finally slipped the item out of his pocket and weighed it in his palm, displaying it out to Ghost. 

Johnny skeptically looked forward at Spencer’s hand, eyebrows narrowing in confusion as he looked upon the item, before ultimately snatching it from him to examine himself.

It was an exact copy of the knife he currently had — the same one he had used to defeat the tripod just a few minutes ago. Now, this normally wouldn’t be such a big deal, y’know, mass-produced knives were a thing. Though that concept was more so a thing of the past and finding duplicates of items in this environment could be like winning the lottery twice in a row. It just didn’t make sense.

But as Ghost pulled out his knife in order to compare the two and it was evident that this other knife was exactly like his. It had the same scratch marks in all the right spots, and both of them had that crudely crossed-out P.I.E symbol that he had carved years beforehand. 

It was as if someone had cloned his knife or something, which was impossible since absolutely no one was to put hands on it other than him.

“Where the hell did you get this?” Ghost refocused his attention on Spencer, looking back up at him with an accusatory glare. “What…what is this?”

“A knife. Your knife to be exact,” Spencer said smugly as Ghost gave him an unamused look.

“I know that, dipshit.” Ghost grumbled through his teeth, before stepping forward to Spencer in a threatening way, gripping both knives in his hand and shaking them with emphasis. “Answer my question. How and where did you get this?” 

Spencer remained still, unbothered by Ghost’s sporadic movement. “Simple. I got it from you.” He spoke without emotion, and yet it only confused and frustrated Johnny more.

The knives once in Ghost’s palms clattered to the ground as he advanced and grabbed Spencer by the sides of his jacket, grasping the fabric tightly in his hands as he roughly pulled the man forward. 

The two now face to face, Spencer was able to get a good look at Johnny. He had only one eye, and as Spencer could previously remember a distinct brownish-hazel to his eyes, what now remained was more of a reddish hue, which piqued his curiosity. The missing eye was covered by a makeshift eye patch, and peaking out from under the fabric was a slanted scar that was assumed to be the cause of removal. 

“If you don’t quit with your bullshit and give me a straight fucking answer, I’m gonna find a way to get it out of you myself.” Ghost’s breath was heavy, and from the sound of it, Spencer could assume there was a smile on his face. 

This was strange for Ghost — not necessarily the threatening aspect but the fact that him being overly aggressive was something he was finding joy in. Though he found it odd, there were plenty of other things Spencer could care more about, and that did not concern him as of right now.

“I was getting to that part,” Spencer shoved Ghost off, and upon doing so successfully he re-adjusted his jacket and remained his composed self. “To make a long story short, you are not the only you currently in this universe.”

Upon being shoved off, Ghost picked the knives up from the ground, and quietly hesitated when looking for whichever one was his, before ultimately just shoving one in his pocket and hoping it was right. He let out a half-amused scoff in return. “Is that all…? So you came all this way just to point a gun at me and waste my time?” “Do your ears only work 50% of the time or are you just choosing not to listen?” Spencer himself grew irritated, yet his body language remained calm. “There is another you in this universe. Do you not understand the possible repercussions of that?” He stressed, squeezing the pistol in his hand as he stepped closer to Ghost. “No, no, I heard you,” Johnny scowled, “I just don’t care. What do you say I do about it? The world is burning, half the members of the P.I.E. army are dead, aliens have taken over the planet and there’s no hope for humanity and everything is just a ticking time bomb till everyone is dead.” 

His eyebrows tightly knitted together as he exasperated his point, the rest of his face curling into sarcastic amusement as he tilted his head to Spencer. “Everything is for nothing, Spencer, so what matters if there's another me running around?”

Spencer paused, half astonished at how Johnny was acting. He was used to the typically melancholic sarcasm that was par for the course when it came to Ghost, but he supposed that he had miscalculated truly how difficult the task at hand would be. Somehow he had gotten so used to everything that he neglected to remember that some people just didn’t have that push for survival anymore. But to be quite frank, this wasn’t living, and it didn’t take a genius to point that out. 

It made Spencer question – just for a moment – why the hell he was doing this. Why he was spending the possible last years of his life fighting for a cause that seems so frankly impossible? To have someone verbalize that unspoken, deep-rooted fear that he had in the back of his mind all this time of isolation was such a slap in the face it brought him to silence. If everything is for nothing, then what matters?

His cause was so much bigger than Ghost. It was bigger than himself, as well. But he didn’t have time to dwell on things that didn’t help his cause. If he did, he’d just be wasting time. Though, that didn't eliminate the anxious thoughts from occupying his brain.

After a pause, Spencer sighed and lowered his gun, a dejected look in his eyes and a sour taste in his mouth. “Things don’t have to be this way, you know that.” “Listen,” Ghost dropped his expression in trade for one of accepted hopelessness, one that Spencer saw in survivors so commonly. “I don’t care for what ‘could be’, alright? Things are this way. They’ve been this way. They’ll stay this way. That’s just how life is.”

“But-” Spencer opened his mouth, just to be interrupted. “Shut up,” Ghost barked, the tension getting to him. “Toast has spent all these years to no avail trying to pull the same shit you are. It’s gotten him nowhere. As smart as you think you are, whatever universe or time bull-shit you’re trying to get yourself into is gonna be all for nothing.” 

Johnny moved forward to leave, looking towards Spencer as he got his final words in. “Don’t waste the only time you have left.” He finally then pushed him aside, heading past him and leaving Spencer to just watch him walk away.

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before i pass out for the night. since my brain is back on dan and phil as if its 2016 or something i need to put this out into the world. this isnt some sort of important life changing post, just a personal funny thing

so when i was 13 and fixating on dan and phil, i read a lot of fanfics. like, i guarantee that even after all these years that, if i had the statistics, that fandom was the one i read the most fanfics for and constantly. i couldnt tell you what nearly any of them were about, and i have a feeling that many of them are probably lost to time by now. i also dont know if i need to mention that yeah, a lot of them were shipping, and yes ive long grown out of that. (the dnp fandom is actually what made me grow out of that)

anyway all this to say that over the last 6 years after i stopped fixating on dan and phil, one fanfic stuck with me and i just. i think about it every once in a while. its been over half a decade. it wasnt a groundbreaking fic, i dont remember any quotes or specifics, just the premise as of at least the first few chapters. idk why it stuck with me

it was literally a fic about. if the world had gotten to a point where almost every child was born as like, a science baby instead of a natural baby, and phil was a science baby, but dan was a natural baby. and there was somehow this like, thing where the science babies would bully the natural babies for some reason idek, and this was a highschool setting and i think dan was a new kid in school. and what gets me about the fic is that dan was some small shy scared kid and phil was some mean jerk bully. and how wild that is compared to how they are in real life

this isnt me trying to find the fic or the person who wrote it or any of that, this is literally just. i remember this fic at least once every few months and i needed to get it out of my brain somewhere

#there are few fics that i remember several years after i read them the first time. this is one of them #depressingly. some of the fics that are on that list are most definitely gone by now #there was one in the vt fandom i still think about 6 years later that i loved. but the person who wrote it hated it :[ #the others that are on that list off the top of my head are the hlvrai mermaid fic and the hlvrai alien weed fic #my brain latches onto the most random fics to remember forever lol #my post #dan and phil #<- tagging for blog purposes. not because i want people to see this #if you see this post. good for you i guess ajfjshd #bur seriously if you know the fic/author of what im talking about. i mean itd be neat to find it again. but dont bother them yknow #its also wild how thats like. such a dystopian novel premise. not in a bad way just a neutral way #i love the premises that people come up with for fanfiction. like. ANYTHING can be a fanfic premise and i find that so magical #i had a fanfic premise that was originally meant to be a dnp fanfic that ive long since changed to be an original thing lol #and its... a weird premise lol. at least i think so #anyway since this is the bottom of the tags and no ones going to read this. i gotta say i have so many thoughts on dnp fanfic culture #and my personal relationship with it which i think. my personal relationship with it was heavily influenced by me being like. #transmasc + mlm but not knowing either yet and how wild that is to look back on #its why i love that one meme pic thats like. 'straight girls who fetishize mlm look like this in 5 years' and it shows a pic of jessie #jessie from breaking bad sorry the tag length ran out #but anyway im not gonna make full posts about that. just wanted to mention it somewhere lol

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A Dream’s disguise ( alternative end )

Fu hua x HoC! Gender neutral! Reader

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“ Khalique you're up!”

“ What? ”

Khalique pokes her head out from the kitchen, a small figure turns around holding out a glowing light blue page at the white haired girl which she immediately understands.

She walks out of the kitchen and grabs the paper from ?, checking the paper she realized it was from the last timeline.

“ Really? ”

“ Yup, mind giving it a little change? ”

“ Just… this time. ”

Khalique changes her body back to the ghostly state, summoning out a portal she jumps in.

“ Imaginary, can you transfer me to the dream's disguise timeline? Like right after she tries to crush the core? ”

The tree didn’t respond or it never did, it just sucked her into the timeline Khalique wants to be in.

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“ Ha…. Ha…”

Same dream, same fight, she was lost to Fu Hua again intentionally, right before The phoenix grabbed her core she said out the same line but different.

“ Heh… you know if.. you crush my core… (y/n) will die with me. ”

This time, The phoenix stopped but her hand was still hovering over the core.

“ Make it quick. ”

“ (y/n)’s body is not fully theirs, the body is supported by the Herrscher core… the same one which now you are about to crush. ”

Taking the chances while Fu Hua is still sinking in the information, Khalique quickly chains her against the floor.

“ !!..”

“ You trickster.. ”

“ I wouldn’t say the same~ ”

The ghostly figure gets up from the ground watching the phoenix struggles with the chains, now it is the waiting game and trapping someone.

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. . .

This time the scene at the battlefield is quite different due to the none-crushing-core end, massive chains have wrapped itself around The End, Multiple cracks sounds followed with new chains replacing the cracked ones.

“ I win.. Kiana.. ”

The end.. or you should say Kiana the end, she didn’t reply instead is trying to break the chains that’s limiting her.

“ You.. are not Khalique… this is her power . . . Who are you?!”

“ ..I borrowed her body…? ”

“ Khalique.. won’t like this.. ”

“ Apparently I agreed to that idea. ”

A ghostly figure joins in.

“ Even a herrscher needs a break here and there Kiana. ” 

“ But.. ”

“ I agreed on that, plus it is fun to watch their journey. ”

Khalique waves her hand and the chains break into cubes floating around the duo.

“ Admit your defeat Kiana in many of this timeline there’s some ending where humanity won against you. ”

“ l see.. What about our god? ”

“ Oh Father? Just tell him I'm taking a break from his crazy-honkai-related-plan. ”

( Translation: IM FIXING THE TIMELINE YOU FUCKED UP DAD )

“ Honkai has a gender? ”

“ Nah i just called him Father and he accepted it. ”

In reality Khalique called Honkai Mother before father and annoyed the hell out of Honkai who decided to let Khalique call them Father.

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( gonna skip to the wedding since the main thing is done (kind of) )

“ ‘The savior of humanity and Jingwei’s wedding’ huh? ”

Khalique smirked at you who’s in a dress/suit, embarrassed you turned your head to the opposite side.

Anyway you didn’t expect they would make this big of a wedding. Moreover Khalique will represent the priest.

The wedding’s decorations are finished ahead of time thanks to Khalique who just makes everything out of honkai with a casual face as if she did this before, the music is on, guests here and there.

Yet you are panicking in the dressing room while the person who’s responsible for putting your slight makeup on just stands there and watches you walking back and forth.

“ Do I look good??? Nooo! What if I accidentally trip by the carpet while walking?! ”

“ (Y/n)~ are you re- ”

*BAM!*

Apparently you slam the door the moment it opens and now we have a hurt Khalique who’s holding her face on the floor and a panicking (h/c).

“ Auhhhh…Fuhak hehhh! ”

( Translation: ahhh…ducking hell! )

“ Do i…. Call the ambulance..? ”

“ NH! WH HAUH A WEHDING GUHING ON! ”

( no! We have a wedding going on! ” )

Soo after that short accident in the dressing room the wedding went on without a accident.

“ Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man/woman and this woman in holy matrimony. ”

“ Fu Hua, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love them, to honor them, to comfort them, and to keep them in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

“ I do. ”

“ (y/n) , do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in (holy) matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

“ I-l do. ”

Then follows with nothing.

“ you know what? I'm tired of saying the same full line for every Kaslanas’s wedding and now yours? ”

“ JUST SAY THE LINE! ”

A person yelled.

“ You may kiss the bride! ”

Then you are suddenly pulled over by Fu Hua.

*Clap clap!*

Khalique quickly walks away from the crowds of people who begin to swarm around the new marriage couple, she holds out the glowing light blue paper which it breaks to cubes and disappears.

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There you all go :)

Don’t sus me saying i copy and paste the wedding line from internet.

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#fu hua honkai #honkai fanfics #honkai impact #honkai x reader #honkai impact x reader #fu hua x reader #Now few more to go T vT

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My love | Tan x Street

Summary: After a triggering day at work the last thing Street wants to do is go out with the team but it’s alright because Tan will always be there to help <3

Authors note: This turned out longer than I expected, still it was great fun to write. Let me know if i should write a part two | unedited |

Word count: 879

Genre: Hurt\Comfort

Warning: mention of child abuse, panic attacks

With the shift's end nearing, Street steps into the locker room, peeling his shirt off with a sigh; it's been a long day for the team. Chasing down Street's uncle may have brought up some triggering memories, but keeping it to himself seemed like the best idea as he didn't want to worry anyone.

Tan was next to enter the locker room, sitting on the bench behind Street "we don't have to go; we could just go home, have a shower, cuddle, watch movies or even just sleep?" Street softly sighs. The team had decided to go out for drinks tonight; he didn't want to go; Street didn't even know why he agreed; maybe keeping it a secret was a bigger deal than he realised. Street shakes his head slightly as he puts on a new shirt, closing his locker and turning to face Tan "why? I'm fine," he says. He Kisses Tan's forehead before leaving the room; he's thankful for his boyfriend's efforts, but pretending everything is okay just feels like the better option.

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A wave of anxiety hits Street as they enter the bar; he's not sure why, but the noise, a large number of people, and he's suddenly very aware of everything and everyone. With his emotions on high alert, Street is ready to turn around and run straight home to bed. It isn't until Tan places his hand on his lower back that Street remembers why they are there, but moving seems impossible, with the memories flooding his brain. Tan pushes him slightly, placing a light kiss on his cheek. Street shoves his hands in his pockets and holds his head up high; he can do this, he's got to do this, so walking up to his team with a smile, he steals Luca's beer. Tan sighs softly, following him but not before buying them a beer; he doesn't want to deal with a Luca and Street fight tonight.

Street taps his fingers on the table as the conversation of today's shift continues to flow through his ears. This is not what Street needs to hear, and Tan knows that. The team doesn't, and saying anything just seems to jeopardise Street's wants, "it's not often I say this, but I'm glad we got to hand over this case; that man made me sick, and the thought of what else he could've done-" Deacon cuts himself off with a sigh. That's when Tan notices Street is staring. Although he wishes he could say Street's just zoned out, he can tell it's an anxiety attack. The tapping of the fingers, the staring in the mix of rapid blinking, the small foot taps, it's all a dead giveaway. Tan wraps his arm around Street's waist, hoping not to draw too much attention to them. Pulling Street closer, he kisses his forehead softly. Today the team had to chase down Street's uncle. Nearing the end of the shift, Hicks found out who he was, so instead of causing a scene, he handed the case over to 50-squad. Tan's sure Hicks came up with some sort of excuse. Still, he didn't care about that because Tan just couldn't figure out how he knew the guy; it wasn't until Hicks handed the case over to 50-squad and Street wasn't around that it clicked. Now Street was the only priority; he just wanted to get him out of this chaos without causing a riff in his relationship or his team. Don't date teammates.

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Tan's holding back tears as he drives, a quick 15-minute ride home now feeling like an eternity as he listens to his boyfriend's sobs. Honestly, he expected this; the breakdown had been brewing all day. As Tan pulled into the driveway, he looked at the broken man sitting next to him. Getting out of the car, he grabs their bags and places them inside; then, opening the passenger side door, he picks Street up gently, causing an immediate bear hug for Tan. Street needs a different kind of love, the kind you need after watching your mother kill your father in front of you and try to get you to take the blame, the kind of love you need when one of your abusers needs a place to stay, and they pick your apartment, the kind of love you need when you bottle your emotions up till you can't take it anymore, and you finally break down, the kind of love of hiding even from the people you care about most. Tan? Tan gives that love away for free he might as well tattoo it on his forehead. And Tan loves Street more than anything in the world; he'd do anything for him, so cuddling and playing with his hair while he waits for Street to drift off is how this night ends.

Tan is up early the following day, cooking some sort of breakfast concoction. He knows; he knows Street will want to pretend nothing happened. And Tan's going to let it slide this time, they have a shift today, and he knows Hondo won't let it go. So Tan's just going to settle for a bit of extra love-giving and wait for the truth to come out to the rest of 20-squad when Street's ready.

#anne writes #js #vt #s.w.a.t. fanfic #20-squad

[plushmon]

CHAPTER 6 IS HERE! FINALLY! how long has it been?

if u dont know what this is its a crossover between HLVRAI and VenturianTale (mostly P.I.E)

#hlvrai #hlvrai fanfic #taleblr #benrey #dr coomer #tommy coolatta #forzen #darnold #vt #venturiantale

[obsidiancreates]

VenturianTale was my first ever Hyperfixation/Special Interest. It was like an Activation Switch for that aspect of my Autism. I got so obsessed with it that my parents banned me from watching the video so I would hide in a tiny towel closet for hours, sweating off enough poundage to make a Second Me, watching on my Mom's old non-active phone. I started watching in the summer of 2013 when I was 9 and I'm 20 now and still think about it every day. I started writing and posting fanfic purely for VenturianTale. My first real crush was on Jimmy Casket. Until yesterday I hadn't watched a VenturianTale video since Bethany's video came out but I could still sing every little iconic song. Yesterday I learned I can still quote multiple videos In Unison with the actual audio.

I cannot stress how serious I am when I say that I am physically incapable of forgetting VT Lore or when I say that this channel is one of the foundations of my very soul

#venturiantale #taleblr

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Secret Santa gift for @madame-blueberry

“How do I look?” Bob asked, adjusting his tie and nervously fiddling with the collar of his suit. “Ya look great, Bob! Don’t sweat it!” Larry chirped, smiling at his best friend from behind him in the mirror. “It’s a big day for her; I don’t want to disappoint.” “It’s a big day for both of you,” Larry pointed out. “You’re both getting married. To each other!” “I know, but Megan’s so worried about everything being perfect. It has to be perfect for her.” “Does it, Bob? Or are you just usin’ Megan as an excuse?” Bob stiffened at the accusation, and without turning around, he nervously laughed, “What do you mean?” “I mean, I think you’re the one nervous, and you’re the one who wants it to be perfect. You’re treatin’ this like one of the shows! Ya can’t direct your weddin’ -” “I can too!” Bob blurted out, indignant, before catching himself. “I mean, I - for her, not because I -” he broke off abruptly, and he said, “So what if I want it to be perfect? It’s supposed to be grand and beautiful, and… and I had this planned for so long, since I was a kid, and…” Larry nodded and said, “I know, Bob, but you’re too close to the worry to wedding - err, the wedding to worry. Nothin’s gonna go wrong!” “What if she changes her mind? What if she realizes she doesn’t like me like that?” Bob fretted. Larry gave a half smile. “Really, Bob? Ya don’t think she loves ya? She’s Madame Blueberry. She gave up a career on Broadway to work with ya on the show. She had that role in the Funny Girl revival - we couldn’t escape her singin’ Don’t Rain on My Parade whenever she had a minute to practice, and she gave it up to do more shows with you when you offered.” “Well, she failed that audition like, three times, but I get it,” Bob said, and he sighed. “Well, what if she comes to her senses? What if she realizes she can do better?” “She wants ya Bob, and what Megan wants, Megan gets. I don’t wanna be the one who has to go out there on your behalf and tell her ya got cold feet.” “Won’t be the first time she’s shot the messenger, but I made her promise not to bring her pistol this time,” Bob said. “If that makes it better.” “Nope, I’m not takin’ the chance, Bob.” “Is everyone else ready? The - the ring bearer, and the flower girl - are they -? Do they have the ring? The flowers? Do they know what to do?” “Egg Boy and Bathroom Girl are very capable, don’t worry!” “I’m nervous, Larry. What if I forget what to say when I see her?” “I’ll mouth the words to ya,” Larry said, adding, “I even wrote down what I remembered of your vows, so in case ya forget, they’re right here.” Bob turned and took the piece of paper from Larry, and he smiled tearfully. “You’re such a good friend, I - wait a minute,” he looked down at the paper and narrowed his eyes. “Larry, these aren’t my vows! These are just lines you wrote down from that weird Victorian play that predicted 9/11.” “Oh! Yeah, but they’re pretty romantic!” “I’m not reading these to her. I remember my vows; it’s fine,” Bob said, handing Larry back the note. There was a knock on the door, and Nezzer popped his head into the room. “Hope you’re ready - everyone’s seated, and it’s time to start.” “Okay, we’ll be right out. Thank you, Mr. Nezzer.” Bob answered hurriedly, waving him off. “You ready, Bob?” Larry asked as Nezzer left. Bob thought of Megan then: her laughter, smile, sparkling eyes, and cruel but playful teasing. He loved every moment with her, and he would love every second of their future. “You ready?” Larry repeated, looking concerned at Bob’s hesitation. Bob smiled then. “I’m ready. In fact, I can hardly wait.”

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The wedding had gone off without a hitch, and it was as beautiful as Bob had hoped for, though not nearly as beautiful as his new wife was. Wife. He loved that he could call her that now. He rolled the word around in his mind as a tired Megan slumbered beside him in their wedding bed. Even now, he admired her beauty, gentle and slow breathing, fluttering eyelashes, and content, resting frown. Her blonde wig had been set aside, and her dark brown curls draped across the silk pillowcase. He was also tired from the wedding, but the day's excitement kept him awake, replaying the ceremony on a seemingly endless loop. It starts when he sees her walking down the aisle, her cheeks glowing pink and her elegant wedding dress and veil seemingly designed to rival Princess Diana’s in glamour, making her appear as if she is effortlessly floating among the flower petals. His first instinct is to draw his breath in awe and hold it until his heart begins to beat again. It fast-forwards then to when she’s standing in front of him, and instinctively, he reaches out to gently brush her cheek with the back of his hand affectionately. She doesn’t complain that he might ruin her makeup; she merely smiles, her eyes crinkling joyfully at the edges. Suddenly, he’s aware the officiant is speaking, and he remembers that there’s an audience, though, for the moment before, he would’ve sworn it was just the two of them. They say their vows, and he recites them without fail, and when it’s her turn, he finds himself hypnotized by how she forms her red-stained lips around each accented word and how she sews a tiny smile into each syllable. He savors the moment again when they share their first kiss as a married couple, pressing his lips into hers, melting a little when she embraces him passionately. He feels a little chill run down his spine. Before he knows it, his memory has caught up to the reception. He only steps on her foot once, clumsily, because he is too busy staring into her eyes to watch his feet. They laugh it off, and as their dance ends, she kisses him again, and his heart soars. This memory melts away, and he returns to the ceremony, watching her glide towards him down the aisle. This time, he is awoken from this memory by a sleepy, murmuring voice, “Robert, go to bed, mon ange.” “I’m sorry, Megan. Did I wake you?” “Non, but it’s been a long day. You should sleep. We have our honeymoon tomorrow. I cannot wait to show you Paris, but it is a very long flight.” Bob sighed, snuggling under the covers with his wife. “I love you.” “And I you,” she answered with a smile, curling up against him, “Or else I wouldn’t have married you. Now, goodnight, I am very tired.” He chuckled and kissed her goodnight on the forehead, and he closed his eyes and let his memories turn into dreams.

#veggietales Drabble #veggietales fic #veggietales fanfic #vt fic #vt fanfic #I cannot remember my fic tag for the life of me

[idontknowreallywhy]

for the fic writer asks <3

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Hello!

10 - Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

Typed it into Notes app on my phone where live most of my drafty bits - no “blinks” but I use the word “blinked” an excessive amount… basically every doc comes up 🤭😳 I mean the characters have gotta keep their eyes hydrated… right?

This is the most recent un-posted one:

She checked her seatbelt for the twentieth time and forced herself to breathe evenly. She was in a seat, not in a crate. This was safe. This was legal. Nobody was going to catch her. Nobody would die. She trusted the pilot with her life. It was an airfield it was supposed to smell of fuel. She was in a seat. With a belt. She was supposed to be here. It was… a plane. She… felt herself sliding uncontrollably in the darkness…

She jumped as a gentle touch to her arm dragged her back. She blinked the grey fog from the edges of her vision and tried to wrestle her heart rate into something resembling functional.

“Estera? You with me?”

Scott was twisted around in the pilot seat, that all too familiar crinkle of concern between his eyebrows. She swallowed and nodded furiously.

28 - On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

String… length thereof… some days I’ll struggle to manage a sentence even though my head is full of scenes… others I get in a bit of a frenzy and write a few thousand words… then spend ages messing about with them so most won’t make the cut. If I’m in commute one-shot mode I guess between 500-1000 words?

41 - Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I am an avid re-reader. If I need to relax/escape, rather than picking up something new I will more often will pick up a book I have already read and get embroiled all over again - I don’t find knowing the ending spoils it in the slightest. I still ride the same rollercoaster. The same goes for fanfics. Some days I just need one of the stories I already know will carry me away - there are a couple I could probably write out large chunks of if asked I’ve read them that many times… @gumnut-logic’s VT Green, @sweet-christabel’s Misconceptions, @womble1’s Hallmark Christmas and @lenle-g & @tsarinatorment’s Just a Bruise (which will forever be known to me as “the comfort rock” being some notable examples…

#ask game tag

[v4mpyrebat]

Love From The Other Side - Chapter 3

this ones a bit shorter, but leads up to big thing! had a rough past two weeks, but trying to stay consistent this time and work at my own pace. enjoyyy! once again, available on AO3 or below the cut, tell me your thoughts!

“Don’t waste the only time you have left.”

It wasn’t the words themself that bothered Spencer, but the implications behind them.

For some reason unbeknownst to himself, the thought of everything being for nothing was something that hadn’t bothered him until now. ...now.

Perhaps it had been because he had basically no social contact for the past…ever. And so the only beliefs he ever lived with came from the unfaltering self-assured nonsense that spewed from his brain.

Guess a reality check from someone else was enough to spiral his entire thought process – a kind of spiraling that hadn’t ever affected him up until the war.

Sometimes he missed that miserable, self-confident son of a bitch that was his younger self.

The sun began to set around him as he made his way home and out of the city. The scenery around him was about as disheveled as he felt, but suppose it makes sense as we are all products of our environment. That deep feeling of hopelessness crawled at his stomach and tugged at him, making this walk far more of a hindrance than Spencer cared for. ...for.

Emotions like this did not serve him. They were a waste of energy and only proved to waste his time.

Okay, so he was wasting time by trying to save the universe. He was wasting time by feeling emotional about wasting time.

But what the hell is time if there is no future?

What even constitutes there being a future if you have no hope for one?

As he walked, he soaked in the sights of the city that he rarely ever saw. He wondered how many people once lived and used these buildings regularly, and even then, how many of them died in the carnage and now in death had nothing of remembrance to their prior existence. What a shitty way to go out – with no one to remember who you were, and no one to remember what you’ve done.

The totaled cars, the abandoned pieces of trash, and the faded shadows of those who once stood.

This was all proof that people were here. Proof that, despite how shitty the world even used to be, people lived. Lived in spite of themselves, in spite of their conditions – no matter how mundane they may seem even now. They were here because they were here. No rhyme, no reason.

Years ago, Spencer might've thought it was the end of the world when the internet cut out, yet it never truly deeply bothered him as much as he said or felt it did.

Now, at the end of the world, the mundane was seldom, and living in spite of yourself was dying because death felt more alive than living itself.

Taking in a deep breath, Spencer stopped in his tracks, taking a moment to rest. He had a long way back anyways.

The question of “why” popped back into his head again.

Why was he doing all this if he had no one who cared for him? Did he have anything to live for, something to work for?

Why did it matter so much to him? It wasn’t as if he originally did much with his life.

Yeah, yeah, saving billions of lives for people who don’t know him, won’t notice, and won’t care.

Throughout the years, it had always been his dream to wake up from this nightmare, as if it was once again just a normal Tuesday, and the apocalypse was simply something idealized in movies. But would he save the world, would all this suffering be for nothing?

Stuck in his thoughts, it took Spencer a moment before he checked back into reality.

A booming, ear-bleeding metal droning suddenly bombarded his ears. As the sound hovered over him, upon instinct he ducked into the nearest building and slid down against the concrete wall, choosing to hide under what little ceiling was left. Rubble surrounded him, and as the sun set, there went his only source of light as it slowly faded from the broken cracks in the wall and ceiling.

Loud stomps from outside shook the ground around him, as he attempted to regain his composure. Go figure, a tripod. Most likely it was coming back for its friend that Ghost had far too much fun killing.

Though, what truly startled Spencer wasn’t the tripod.

It was what was inside the room with him. ...him.

His breath hitched as he tried to force his eyes to adjust to the spreading darkness, trying to analyze the danger level of his current situation.

There was a sound he could hear, barely audible over the loud yowls of the creature outside.

He finally got a good look around the room, and when he did, his heart dropped to his stomach.

Far in the corner, it sat, huddled up and shaking immensely with fear, soft sobs echoing from its form.

This was no creature…

It was a child.

#mod issac #venturiantale pie #venturiantalepie #taleblr #Spencer Acachalla #fanfic #VT #vt fanfic #vtpie #vt fic #johnny ghost #oc #fanfiction #billion year war #meow #ao3 #venturiantale

[muzzzzle]

I don't know this new 'you' yet, Nancy | Audio

My dearest @medaris generated and edited an art for yet another scene for the first part of the VT fanfic finale! I have missed the last two chapters’ aesthetics and I don’t think I’ll go through with them, but I just can’t have this scene missed, so here it is, with the little audio I've made and the extract from the fic of course.

The tune changed, and Nancy noticed out of the corner of her eye that the small groups were beginning to break into pairs. The awkward triangle she found herself in was beginning to press even harder.

“Solomon, I hope you'll forgive me if I steal Miss Montgomery away from you for one dance?” suddenly she heard a voice from the side, almost choking on wine.

Sallow Senior cocked an eyebrow, but nodded briefly in agreement, casting one last squinted glance at her, and left. Aesop, muttering something, picked up the rapidly diminishing cane with ease and placed it in his pocket, straightening up and extending his hand forward in an inviting gesture.

“I hope you won’t deny me the pleasure, Miss Montgomery?” Now that they were alone together, Nancy heard again the familiar tingle in his voice, the same tingle that had made her lose her head and throw herself into the deep end.

The girl shifted her questioning gaze to the ex-Auror's injured leg.

“I wouldn't want to strain you with unnecessary movements, sir," she replied politely, raising her eyes to his again.

“You don't have to worry about that, Nancy, let me feel younger for just a moment," his wide-open palm was still outstretched towards her and the Gryffindor hesitantly dipped her fingers into it, sending her glass off to the nearest passing tray.

He was still considerably taller — she barely reached the top of his nose with her head. She put her hand on his shoulder and he gently squeezed her waist, the warmth of his palm instantly penetrating the thin silk fabric. Even without pressing close to him, she could smell the almost forgotten bitter-smoky scent. He led her slowly but confidently, seeming as if he were about to pick her up by the waist and lift her into the air — so effortless his movements were.

“I didn't think I'd see you here today, Miss Montgomery," he said softly, tilting his head and squeezing her hand tighter. “I confess you took me by surprise.”

“I didn't think you could dance like that," Nancy replied in tone. “With your injury.”

“It's been with me for too long, I think I can manage one dance," Sharp grinned. “You look stunning, Miss Montgomery, my House colours suit you very much.”

“Thank you, but it was a mere coincidence. You and your ex-colleague are on the same page, though; he seems to be just as sentimental about school memories," Montgomery said, irritated.

“Well, I suppose sentimentality is common at my age. I didn't mean to offend you," Aesop lowered his gaze to her and smiled fondly. “You've changed a lot in the three years since graduation, Nancy, and you seemed warmer towards Hogwarts before.”

“I was just an overly enthusiastic, naive girl, no surprise there.”

“I liked that girl," he admitted so easily and disarmingly that the Gryffindor nearly stepped on his foot.

It was as if a charge travelled from his fingers to her waist, making her chest heave nervously. His words caught a deep boil, Nancy looked up at him defiantly and lifted her chin, lips tight.

“So you don't like me anymore?” She asked, playing.

An actively circling couple suddenly came upon them from behind, and Sharp, saving the girl from collision, pressed her harder against him. She had no time to realise what had happened but hurried to pull away as soon as they were at a safe distance.

“I don't know this new ‘you’ yet, Nancy," he replied, his velvet gaze sliding over her cheekbones.

“Well, that's true," she was the first to avert her eyes.

As the tune came to an end, the dancing couples let go of each other and, out of breath but quite satisfied, began to applaud. Sharp, sliding his fingers along the thin silk of her waist, released the former student and brought her fingers, clasped in his other hand, to his lips, leaving a weightless kiss on them.

“I am eternally grateful to you, Miss Montgomery. And I was delighted to see you. Have a nice evening!”

He bowed gallantly and, taking out the reduced cane, returned it to its former size. Nancy, exhaling, hurried away from the epicentre of the gathering of guests, but followed his broad back with a glance. Before he was out of sight, she saw a vial gleam in his hand as he tipped the contents into himself and ducked behind a huge column. Montgomery did not see him or Solomon again for the rest of the evening.

#volatile times fanfic #aesop sharp #aesop sharp x mc #professor sharp #nancy montgomery #aesop sharp audio #aesop sharp ai

[mbat]

the hardest part about writing gay stories or stories where most of the characters/main characters are the same gender IS THAT THEY ALL HAVE THE SAME PRONOUNS AAAA

there is only so many times i can say their names before it feels like im saying it way too many times lol

#my post #its also really funny writing a serious story and one of the main characters is named TOAST. #yes im writing vt fanfic. dont mind me

[imaginespazzi]

Hey! I’m not the last vt anon, I’m a new one, I haven’t messaged you at all yet.

I go to Virginia tech myself actually and have went to numerous vt wbb games than I can count. I know there’s a lot of rumors that G and L have dated but that’s not the case at all. They truly are just great friends, or, they used to be at least.

G is not dating gabby, she’s actually dating the coaches other daughter, Kendyl. They’ve been together for a very long time. She even made a custom bedazzled Georgia t shirt for last years ACC tournament.

As for G and L, they seem to be on rough waters rn, and it’s not just with L. None of the girls wished G a happy birthday this year like they used to, L and G haven’t been interacting with each other lately on socials, G hasn’t been hanging out with the other girls on the team either, and G took down the highlight of their podcast (this could also be because she left VT and is prob done with the poddy).

Anyways, I hope this clears some stuff. Both of them are very, very, very loved here at VT and we’re all very sad yet proud to see them go!

I have become Virginia Tech gossip central somehow haven't I? 😭

Inchresting, so that twitter page was definitely onto something. Dating the coaches daughter? Oooh very fanfic of her! But lowkey with how much Brooks loves her, this makes so much sense.

I'm honestly not surprised at a lot of this. I don't know what happened obviously, but where there's a separate group chat, there's usually drama in some way or another. Either way, I hope they all thrive and maybe things get better eventually cause Georgia and Liz seemed to genuinely have such a sweet bond.

Thanks for the clarifications babes <3

#ask #i have such a soft spot for liz specifically that this make me sad ngl

[heather-ouo]

Freedom of the puppet 

Fem! Reader x fem Khalique (oc)

Warnings: short scene of parent arugement, rushed.

Is hard to write this when l’m distracted.

No idea what i have made here-

Things to remind

(T/n) - teacher name or their last name

(Y/n) (L/n) - your name & last name

(H/c) - hair color

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For your whole life you have authoritarian parents. You did everything to make them happy but it didn’t satisfy them no matter what until they found a new way to make their wish come true, the happiness and the childhood you thought you could have burned to dust.

Time passes by and you become the “ perfect child ” in everyone’s eyes but they never know the truth. Today is the day you answered the call of your savior, Khalique or what she calls herself as “ Herrscher of Creation ”

“ Next we have (y/n) (l/n)! The youngest student in my school who is the best student of this year! ”

The (h/c) girl walks up with a smile and heads towards the long table, you look down to find your parents among the crowds who are talking to other parents around them.

Taking a deep breath you felt all the eyesights on you and a faint present behind you

‘ It's alright (y/n) … let out all those years of pain…. ’

It whispers behind you as the faint present guild you hand to the microphone.

“ I… I would like to thank myself for how I managed to survive from the pressure and the abuse treatment l got from my parents.. other than thank you Teacher and Mr/ms. (T/n). ” 

You paused gasps and “ whats ” can be heard below the stage, you saw one of your parents stand up, the (h/c) girl looks at her parents in the eyes all those years of fear start to fade and a burning sensation started to build up in your chest.

“ (Y/N)! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! ”

“ I AM DONE WITH YOUR PERFECT CHILD ACT! I WANT TO BE MYSELF NOT THE IMAGE OF THE CHILD YOU WANT ME TO BE!! ”

“ AFTER ALL THESE YEARS THAT’S HOW YOU REPAY YOUR PARENTS?! ”

“ I WISH YOU ARE NEVER MY PARENTS!!! ”

After that the air went quiet yet the others watched but are no longer the eyes of humans instead they are blindfolded.

The parents rushed up to the stage to attempt to grab you but failed, Strings from above which is attached to their arms stopped them.

‘ See the strings? You don’t have to worry about them anymore! Don’t you think? Puppet master? ’

The faint present holds your hands together and an orange yellow-ish gem appears in the middle white strings start to appear and attach to your fingers.

‘ Embrace this power (y/n)..! From this day onwards you are free from this disgusting humanity’s hell! This will be your own show! You will no longer be the puppet those bugs can control freely! ’

“ For on this day I can be myself…? ”

‘ Yes you earn it.. ’

The (h/c) girl cups the gem in her hands and swallows it.

That day a whole school of adults and children disappeared in one day and not even the Valkyrie can explain why.

. . .

. .

.

“ You were pretty dramatic back then Kha.”

“ Oh come on! can’t you just let that pass on? We have a show going on right now. ”

Currently you two are hidden somewhere in the Theater of Dominance while watching K-423 fighting for her life and the humanity to beat the new era’s Herrscher.

Yes there’s two Dominance in the Theater, one from the previous era which is you and the new era’s Dominance.

“ Your… great great uh.. x500 great granddaughter? ”

“ You've seen her before but this one is a clone. ”

“ But you said there’s a new Herrscher is apperining and they are on the humanity side? ”

Khalique pointed towards the sky showing a bright ball of flame with a person in it fighting against the main Dominance.

“ Ohhhh… ” 

“ Anyway Kha… can we get back to our date? ”

“ Date? ”

“ You idiot, we were on a date before you drag me here. ”

“ Oh yea! my bad let’s go back . ”

With a snap sound a quantum portal appears behind the duo and Khalique holds your hand hand then exiting the theater, the outside time are temporary stop due to some herrscher and you two sat back down then continue your date.

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tagging people ( permission asked :) )

@azukaaa

#Honkai oc x reader #honkai fanfics #honkai impact #Laying on the freaking ground rn #God i should eat too much coffee candy T vT #I feel like im gonna throw up #I NEED TO WRITE KHALIQUE’S CHARACTER CHART #AHHHHHHHHH #God my eczema is acting up again-

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Prompt - Kun angry on VT and don't talk to him and VT got high fever.

Please write Kundavai × Vandhiyathevan fanfic

I really love your work ♥️

Thanks for the prompt 😊 taking a little break from fic writing for a while since I'm having my exams next week bt will work on this and some other updates as soon as my exams get over 👍

#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #answering asks #arulmozhi #vanathi #kundavai #vanthiyathevan #aditha karikalan #nandini