Vicky/Blobert is super cute to think about!
Blobert’s the sweetest boyfriend, hiding greeting cards and small presents where he knows Vicky will find them. They’re definitely that couple who shares a milkshake while gazing into each other’s eyes.
Always cheering her on when Vicky’s competing with someone; consoling her when she loses to Polly in chess. He’ll hug her and say, “you’ll get her next time, honey!”
Cheek kisses 24/7.
Blobert will always gush about her, telling people how lucky he feels to be with her. He writes vicky’s name in his notebook while doodling little hearts around it, while daydreaming about her.
Cuddling with a blob/slime monster is the best.
Just, they’d be super cute together and they make me soft!
(Bonus: please consider the following ot3 - Scott/Vicky/Blobert)
I was tagged by the lovely @dragonheart-swtor and I have actually written this week! So here's a little bit from the next chapter of Vanity & Deceit in which some very important things go down...
They rounded a bend in the canyon and Melwas had his answer. Was that… a Republic shuttle? It was like someone had dumped a full fuel container’s worth of icy water over his head. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe.
What was happening? What was happening?
He knew, Force, he knew that Nevar’ija was there for the shuttle, but he couldn’t accept it--wouldn’t. Without thinking he pushed forward at a run, shouting, “Nev, look out! Pubs!” He refused to acknowledge the look of horrified shock on her face, seeping out from behind her sturdy mental blocks, as she turned to face him. Melwas careened into her, pulling her down behind a pile of fallen rocks, out of sight of the Republic shuttle that had surely seen them both.
Nevar’ija shoved Melwas off her roughly, terror and panic splitting the void around her and tearing violently through the Force. “What are you doing here?” She snarled and her voice was shrill with emotions she could no longer control.
“Saving your ass, that’s what! There’s an enemy ship in visual range! And the canyons? What were you thinking?” Melwas shouted back, raising his voice over the roar of the shuttle engines that growled to life. The Republic knew they’d been spotted by the Sith.
Nevar’ija turned, panicked, to the shuttle as it whirred to life. When she turned her gaze back to Melwas her eyes were a pool of the deepest sadness Melwas had ever seen and he could feel her pain through the Force. Oh no. No, Force, please no. Please, this isn't a mess that I can clean up, no, don't let it be... He prayed. In vain.
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✮ “Whispers of Love in the Wind” - Kazuha Fluff [childhood friends to lovers]
✮ TITLE TBD - Part II of Childe angst (“Hiraeth”) - [enemies to lovers? Idk how to describe it, but we’re going with that for now]
✮ “I’ll marry whoever gives me a jar of stars” - 2 part fic with Diluc and Kaeya (separate) - [childhood friends, unrequited love, general angst 😍]
✮ TITLE TBD - Kazuha [soulmate au, reincarnation, some angst, archon quest Act II spoilers]
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“Why would you risk that?” I sputter out.
It doesn’t make sense to me. Madge has the best of everything- what Twelve can offer at least. I don’t know what would make her go out on a limb like that, especially after the things she’s told me, how uncomfortable the trio from the Capitol made her, how dangerous they seemed. Madge was right about them, they are dangerous, and she’s been spying on them and reporting to the rebels.
“Why not?” Madge’s voice is stealthy and low. “I didn’t even have to think about it- you saw what happened during the Games! It’s a good opportunity, and we need to do something now, Katniss- the districts are furious. Everything around here is wrong. Someone has to do something. We can’t just sit back and watch it get worse. Things need to change.” Her eyes meet mine for a millisecond before they’re gone again. Then she‘s plastering on a toothy smile for her father who’s stopping beside us.
Chapter 23 can be found here on Ao3. Rated T.
edit by @mrspeetamellark
“In your lap, to you, was a goddess. Someone that you considered yourself lucky to even be their friend”
Doin a bunch of prompt list fics
I want a Persona4 fanfiction with this specific AU:
Adachi in the position as the protagonist. And with a team of THIS FERAL TEENAGERS trying to safe the city from murderer. He's still an adult and a police officer. But he's not the bad guy here. Genuinely trying to stop this serial killer. Yuu just the charming-intelligent-soft-waifu material nephew of Dojima. Yuu is kind of the... Oblivious but somehow helpful one. Like, he don't have persona but he's smart okay? He help them to solve the case unknowingly. Adachi IS TORN. Yuu is a minor, and his superior nephew. ITS IS NOT OKAY TO HAVE FEELING OVER THE- shit. He's smiling this way. Act normal. Adachi practically begging Chie and Yosuke to keep Yuu busy so he won't come to his apartment and make dinner and prepare his bath LIKE HIS GODDAMN WIFE.
Sorry I'm just rambling.
and so i hold your face with both my hands,
the sun shinning on you making you look almost serene,
the birds sing a song, and the flowers dance along,
this would all be so beautiful if your blood didn’t stain the grass,
i’m sorry my dear, but i must let you go now.
may your soul find its way home.
my contraversial tiva opinion is that Ziva would use "Anthony" like a pet name sometimes
birini SEVERsen HERŞEYİN olur herŞEY onunLA öZgür oLur ,zzz
@hauntsallmywhatifs sent ‘what are you into’ is such a fucking broad question. what do i say to that? a tv show or choking? (to Cheryl blossom from thea)
Amusement shines within her eyes, it pulls the corners of cherry-red lips upwards. The other woman does have a point, you could answer that question with a million different things. The Blossom girl shrugs her shoulders before opening her mouth to speak.
“I prefer to give the most surprising answers. It’s always fun to watch these peasants scramble for something to say in response.” It had not been her that had asked the question but now, Cheryl would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little interested.
“Well? Go on, then. Give me your most surprising answer.”
The absolute drama of these dialogue sequences I’ve been writing is actually making it hard to work.
I’m physically revolted with what I’ve written this morning.
Nothing special purpose
Just want to give you flowers
I hope everything goes well with you
Anyone wanna hear random headcanons about RadioTrouble...? (◕ᴗ◕✿)
((sdfgjhsdf I wanna keep writing but I need to get my laundry and go to bed. I am gonna be closing tonight, so I won’t be on until later!