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REQUESTS CURRENTLY: OPEN // CLOSED
Hi! This is fox's sideblog for doing arknights minifics on request. Send me an ask with an arknights character/ship/prompt and I'll do a writing about it.
Every attempt I make to keep on a regular schedule has failed so drabbles will be posted whenever I feel like it.
I reserve the right to deny any request (dw it doesn't happen often)
Drabbles are collected every so often and posted to ao3 here!
If you like my work you can send me something here!
Kjera/Degenbrecher... their scenes together were so weirdly flirtatious sdlfkjsd
In the shadow of Walnut, the maid glides to a stop next to the support column, nodding to the figure on the other side indirectly.
"You came."
"I did. I would never decline an invitation from such an honored member of the community."
"You flatter me."
Kjera crosses her hands in front of her. "So tell me, Madam Degenbrecher. What is this meeting for?"
"I think you know, Miss Kjera."
"Kjarr. Please."
A waft of smoke drifts from behind the pillar as Degenbrecher exhales. "Kjarr, then."
A moment of silence passes as neither one speaks.
"Have you told Enciodas?"
Degenbrecher snorts. "If he hasn't figured it out on his own, he doesn't deserve to know. This isn't blackmail."
"So what is it?"
"A request. Or a challenge."
Kjera blinks, once, twice. "You wish to fight?"
"I wish to be beaten."
A conversation returns to Kjera's memory, one undertaken in a similar shadow, and a smile slowly spreads across her face. "I understand."
"Do you?"
"I do. You desire the struggle of a fight you know you cannot win."
Degenbrecher sighs softly. "You understand."
"You know, you and Lady Enya are not so dissimilar."
"Are we now?"
Kjera smiles gently at the note of interest in Degenbrecher's voice. "If it pleases you, I shall arrange for you to meet us for dinner, and we can discuss further details of this arrangement then."
Ptilopsis pirates games for her/Iffy's Nintendo Game(Orirock)Cube
Closure: hey ptilopsis are you available for a moment
Ptilopsis: Affirmative.
Closure: ok cool
Closure: the firewall has been very insistent that your terminal system is no longer secure
Closure: and they seem to have started about the same time you came back from Columbia on your latest mission
Closure: please tell me you didn't bring any fishy devices back with you
Ptilopsis: Request received.
Closure: ... and?
Ptilopsis: I was requested to not inform you about any "fishy devices".
Closure: ... yeah ok I walked into that one
Closure: what do you have
Ptilopsis: I returned from my latest mission with a first edition PlaySquare game system, as well as a drive containing what I believed to be source code for several iconic PlaySquare games. I was intending to write them onto playable discs and gift them to Miss Ifrit.
Ptilopsis: I will complete that task and remove the drive from the Rhodes Island network ASAP. I apologize if I have caused you any additional stress.
Closure: ahhhhhhh gotcha gotcha
Closure: ... you wouldn't by chance happen to have any of the worldstuck games on that drive? I've been looking for the third one for decades
fiaexu, night terrors? (since fia has those and exusiai also doesn't sleep well)
she is falling
no
she is the one standing still and everything is falling around her and she cannot do a thing to stop it she cannot even move at all
and she can see their faces as they watch pity burning their hearts as they fall away in perfect focus and only she remains in the spaces left behind and she is falling and she cannot move and she is ---
Fiammetta's heart pounds as she snaps back to herself.
After a moment, her body remembers to breathe.
After another moment, she remembers where she is.
Lemuel's room. Lemuel's bed.
Where is she. They were lying side by side, atop the threadbare sheets Rhodes provided, where is she.
Fiammetta reaches, desperate, longing, trying to ignore the voice inside telling her it didn't matter where Lemuel was, she had left just like all the others, leaving behind nothing but --
A note.
Fia -
Sorry, couldn't fall asleep. Went out to the lounge balcony to get some fresh air. If you're up before I get back, sorry.
Unsigned, but Fiammetta would know the scrawl with her eyes closed, which they do as she breathes a sigh, letting her tension drain as best she can.
The door beeps, slowly opens, cautious footsteps.
"Fia?"
"El."
Her voice shakes, almost cracks, and she frowns, but now Lemuel is here, crawling up the bed to join her, arms encircling like the most natural thing in the world, a glowing halo in the bitter darkness, and things are right again.
😸 ooh ooh!!! If ur accepting drabble prompts again can I ask for myrrhleaf with the prompt "unexpected feelings"
The feelings can be whatever u want them to be c:<
"I'm heading down to the training rooms."
"Alright, have fun, love you!"
Myrrh continued brushing through her hair, squinting into the mirror above her dresser, until it dawned on her exactly what she had just said.
Red and co. visiting the convalescent garden together? I really like your stuff with them!
A knock. Then another, more confident. Perfumer stretched, slipping a ribbon between the pages of her book, standing from her armchair and stepping lightly over to the door to her office.
"Hello, Frostleaf. Please keep your voice down, she's asleep right now."
Haiiii oomfie 👋👋
Can I request something for Kafka and Snowsant??
SFW, NSFW, your choice really, I trust you with the birds 😌
Although I would prefer just something cute with SFW I am also curious what you would cook up with the other option
"So... now what?"
"Now ya wait!" Kafka patted the soil plot in front of her. "Water and sun and let the seeds do what they do best."
"Oh! Water! Do I need to water it every day?" Snowsant fumbled for the planner in her pocket. "What time of day would be best, do you think? I could --"
"Not every day, probly like... every three days? Lena keeps these greenhouses nice 'n consistent like, so ya don't gotta worry about things changin. But in the meantime, while yer waitin for these ta sprout, I gotcha this!"
From the shelf behind her, Kafka pulled a small pot, already overflowing with white striped ivy, with a small gold bow tied around the base. "Ta-daaaa!"
Speechless, Snowsant took it with both hands, as Kafka continued to chatter happily.
"It's a variegated tradescantia! Super easy to care for, super pretty too. Reminded me of yer hair! See, the white stripes? That's the variegated part. They don't grow like this normally, ya gotta split em off from a mother plant."
A sniffle from Snowsant broke the train of Kafka's monologue.
"Hey, Snowy? Ya good?"
"Y - yeah." Snowsant wiped at her face with a sleeve. "It's - sorry, I'm not --"
"Whoa, hey, hey! It's ok. Here, let Kafka."
A handkerchief appeared from a pocket, and Kafka took Snowsant's face in her hand, dabbing at her tears.
"There we go. Musta been a good gift to open up the waterworks, huh?"
Snowsant nodded, beaming at the gardener. "The - the best."
"Awrighty, Kafka's still got it!"
Snowsant chuckled through her tears, and Kafka tucked her handkerchief away, clapping Snowsant on the shoulder.
"Cmon, lets go find a good spot for yer new buddy to live, kay? Kay. I was thinkin that one window ledge by yer desk might be nice, eh?"
(and on that note I'm gonna close reqs while I work through the inbox thank you everyone I love you all)
Red is compulsed to draw blood every day. But some days, there is no mission, or the prey escapes, and she is left alone with her knives. and herself.
BIG OLD SELF HARM CW IF THATS NOT OBVIOUS FROM THE PROMPT
Oooh ooh!!! If ur up for requests how about something with post time skip krangle since we know they're all alive!!!
U dont gotta if ur not up for it btw!!! I love reading all ur writing and have been keeping up the best I can with it all even if I'm not interacting!!
Kroos --
My path crossed with the landship by chance and I thought I would drop by and see if you were in. I guess you can tell by this note that you weren't. Feels like ages since we got the chance to actually be together in person.
The chocolates in the old clubhouse are for you, by the way. I picked them up in Tkaronto, from that run-down factory we used to pass by on patrols. Turns out they got bought by Miltons and fixed up, and everything's shiny and new. Still tastes the same to me though.
Apparently you've been sent to Yan, with Lava? How did that go? Hopefully less chaotic and wild then those novels she used to leave in our dorms. Although with you two, hard to say. I've heard it's really pretty up in the mountains there, although I don't know what part you're in.
Send my love to Beags, if you can. Guess she hasn't been back to the landship in a while, my last note was still in her mailbox. She's stationed in Bolivar still, right? We should see if we can request some leave together, go down and visit her. I'll leave my next posting details with Logistics, tell her to write me when she can.
I miss you two.
More than I can possibly fit on this paper, I miss you two.
Write me when you get the chance. Love you.
-- Fang
i have arrived again for the annual Cliffheart prompt :3c how abooouuut "unlikely friends" :3
Cliffheart shifted, stretching her arms as best she could, pushing carefully against the walls of the disused air vent.
The short-range comm on her shoulder crackled, and she thumbed at the button.
" -- repeat, Matterhorn has left the kitchen. Cliffheart, have you seen anything?"
"No sign of him yet, but I have eyes on the door. Don't forget to use codenames."
There was a brief moment of silence. " ... I did use your codename, though."
"Not that codename, the ones for the mission!"
"Why do you need so many names? I've always been fine with just the one."
Cliffheart sighed, shaking her head. "Because it's what you do on a heist! Also, we don't want Closure to overhear us and find out who's raiding the storeroom."
"Wouldn't she recognize us by our voices? And if she can hear us, why are we using these at all?"
A third voice piped up through the tinny speaker. "Cliffy, Luna, can we go yet? I'm hungry."
"Ceobe, the door isn't opened yet."
Cliffheart rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "Moonmoon, Cue, if you keep radioing me, someone's gonna hear, and then the whole plan is ruined. Now shush, I think I hear Big Man coming."
"Big Man is Matterhorn, right?"
"Yes, now quiet," Cliffheart hissed as footsteps thudded below her hiding spot.
(hey I'm gonna try and revive this blog I think I miss doing these so nows a great time to send in requests!)
ok i love you all you have some great ideas but I do try to keep this blog SFW so maybe dont get too carried away
(hey I'm gonna try and revive this blog I think I miss doing these so nows a great time to send in requests!)
How about something for Ashlock, maybe some wholesome stuff with her and Flametail? (Or any of the other Pinus Sylvestris members if you want)
Ashlock hummed as she picked up the knife from the counter. Trim the carrot head, trim the tip. Turn, cut lengthwise, turn, cut into quarters. Lift with the knife and slide into the bowl next to her. Reach for the next carrot.
Easy to fall into a trance, cooking for everyone. Not that they were ever around at the same time to eat, but keeping food ready was simple, really.
A body bumped into her from behind, wrapping strong arms around her hips.
"Hey Ashley."
Ashlock frowned. Flametail sounded... tired. Worn down. Not at all like her normal self. "Hey Sona. What's up?"
"Long day. That's all."
A sniff, a sigh. A telltale tremor in her voice.
"Sona, let me - " Ashlock tried to turn around, but Flametail's arms locked tight around her.
"Mmm-mmm. I'm fine."
"You're clearly not."
"I'm. Fine. You do too much for me anyway."
"Sona." Ashlock braces her arms against the counter, breaking Flametail's hold and turning to face her girlfriend. "We're a team, remember? Don't push yourself if you don't have to."
Flametail traced her gaze across the wall behind Ashlock. "But I - "
"Hey."
Ashlock held her arms out, and it took only a second for Flametail to fall into them, tears welling at the corners of her eyes as Ashlock rubbed at her shoulders, still humming gently.
@rinerikacallinen953
"My dear smith! I received word that you requested my presence?"
"Pallas. I made you a new chain to test."
Vulcan swung the door to the blast furnace shut with a satisfying thud, stalking across her workshop to a table by the door, picking up a coil of metal and spikes with a carved wooden handle, offering it to Pallas reverently.
"Ah, you know me too well., love." Pallas hefted the weapon, eyes gleaming. "Look, it fits to my hand as if molded by the gods."
"You flatter me." Vulcan watched as Pallas lifted the point of the whip to her eye. "What about the balance, and weight distribution."
"Tis perfect, as all your work is, and always has been. I still do not understand why you will not take the credit you are due. Do you not long for the days when every champion in Minos knew your name?"
"No. Do you?"
Pallas paused, chain swinging from her hand in perfect tempo. Vulcan sighed.
"The past is well behind us, Pallas, and dwelling on it won't change anything. Come. I want to see it in action."
Catapult trying to finally thank Viviana for helping her escape from the knights?
Ok, you can do this, Arleta!
Despite the pep talk, Catapult continued to pace back and forth outside the dormitory door.
Just knock and introduce yourself, and say thank you. It's not rocket science!
Or maybe wait and see if she recognizes you?
...Nah, it was years ago. No way she would remember some kid she saw once.
Just knock. Just knock. Just knock just knock just knock just knock just --
Catapult jumped as the door opened, and Viviana started at the unexpected Kuranta pacing outside her door.
"Oh! I'm - I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be out here."
"Nah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be waiting - I mean, I was just trying to - Um. Hi!"
Catapult cringed, but Viviana merely smiled, reaching out a hand.
"Viviana. I don't believe I caught your name, last time we met?"
"Catapult." Catapult took her hand and shook before blinking, once, twice, processing what she just heard. "You - wait, you remember?"
"You have a very distinctive voice." Viviana smiled. "I was just heading down to get some dinner. Would you care to join me? I'd love to hear the tale of how you ended up here."
Transmasc Stainless and Plume talk about Gender?
"Um... Mr Stainless?"
Feist rolled himself out from underneath the automated arrow machine, glancing up at the Liberi standing in front of him.
"Hey! Just Feist is fine, Plume. If you need this machine, it should be good to go now."
"No! Actually, Mr... Feist, I wanted to ask you about... something else."
Feist pulled a towel from his belt, wiping at his hands, watching the way Plume was wringing her hands much the same.
"Yeah, of course. What's up?"
"I, um. I... saw that you're wearing, um. A binder. And I just actually, uh, started wearing one myself? And I was wondering if you, uh, had any advice, because I know you aren't supposed to wear them when you're working out? But I don't want to - "
"You don't ever wanna take it off." Feist nodded, watching Plume sigh with relief. "Believe me, I get it."
"I.. had a feeling you would."
"So!" Feist clapped his hands together, glancing at his watch. "Tell you what. How about we head to the cafeteria, and I can give you some tips over lunch, my treat. How does that sound, Mr Plume?"
Feist grinned, watching Plume's eyes open wide, mouth open with surprise, with recognition, with joy. "I take it that's a yes. Give me a minute to drop my tools off at the workshop and I'll meet you there."