(sorry if this is kinda intrusive for ur personal, ur just inactive on ur other acct so im gonna ask here) do u think there'll be a chatzy day in the next few months?
I am inactive on the other account purely because of a string of events that left me unable to fill the prompts I got for drabbles(Including; Arm in a sling, sick, computer loss completely for a week, depression, writerâs block, family surprise plans, etc). I should hopefully be filling the drabble prompts sometime in these next two weeks.
As for a chatzy day, I would like to have one. I would like to do one on 4/11, this upcoming Monday, probably sometime around 1pm or 2pm my time- but the time isnât set in stone. (I definitely prefer you ask these sort of things on my other blog, but I understand why you would stray here. No worries.)
(sorry if this is kinda intrusive for ur personal, ur just inactive on ur other acct so im gonna ask here) do u think there'll be a chatzy day in the next few months?
I am inactive on the other account purely because of a string of events that left me unable to fill the prompts I got for drabbles(Including; Arm in a sling, sick, computer loss completely for a week, depression, writerâs block, family surprise plans, etc). I should hopefully be filling the drabble prompts sometime in these next two weeks.
As for a chatzy day, I would like to have one. I would like to do one on 4/11, this upcoming Monday, probably sometime around 1pm or 2pm my time- but the time isnât set in stone. (I definitely prefer you ask these sort of things on my other blog, but I understand why you would stray here. No worries.)
Due to exhaustion and last minute birthday plans being sprung on me, the drabbles are gonna be done through out this week as I can before/after work. Iâm sorry for those of you waiting patiently.
/me whispers a selfish prompt: -- Raywood in a nearly empty diner outside town at two in the morning, GTA & soul mate AU--
Rayâs got blood on his hoodie. Right where he canât explain it away as a spill. He doesnât really have time to go home either- heâs damn hungry and after things got so up close and personal heâs absolutely allowed to treat himself. Okay so maybe he would have treated himself anyways but the job is done and nothing anyone in the diner can say will get him to leave.
âYouâre going to jail.â
Except maybe that. Cut a guy a break, heâs already had one knife fight he really doesnât want another! Sighing to himself, Ray puts on a big grin to face the guy whoâs standing over his table. If heâs a cop, heâs the weirdest fucking cop the sniperâs ever seen. Thereâs facepaint on him and a leather jacket that it should be much too fucking warm for.
Either way, heâs much more conflicted over the words themselves. If this guyâs a cop, heâs fucked. If heâs not, Rayâs still fucked. Those four words are on his arm. Right under where the blood stain is. Itâs not the first time heâs heard it either- so heâs preparing himself for the same disappointment as always.
âNah, theyâll save the room for someone whoâs actually worth catching.â Ray answers, the same way he always does. He doesnât expect anything to come out of it, but he still watches the new comer for any tells. Anything that might say he knows what it means because Ray figured out a while ago itâs what his words must be. The stranger just raises an eyebrow.
âIâm Ryan.â Says facepaint, and he sits down across from Ray. âIâve been looking for you for a very long time.â
Prompt: Kerry trying to tell Miles he has Dragon Physiology (maybe Western Dragon Physiology) and Miles completely misunderstanding what he's saying
âMiles I really need you to listen to me. Itâs super important!!â Kerry said, trying to draw the manâs attention to him. Maybe a walk through the park hadnât been the best idea for this but damnit he really wanted to address this tonight. Miles had to know before they got too far and it came out some other way.
âHuh? Whatâs up, Kerry?â Miles turned back to his boyfriend, confused and worried. Had he missed something? Whatever it was the other would tell him soon.
âI-.. Iâm a dragon.â He waited, watching the taller man for some sort of reaction. The laughter that came was unexpected.
âAww, of course you are Ker! My little dragon come to steal the princess- er.. prince away?â
âWe donât really do that now adays. I mean if you want to get captured I could probably find a cave or something but-â
âYouâd find a cave to play capture the princess with me? Youâre too sweet for me sometimesâ
âMiles!! This is serious though. I mean it, I am a dragon.â
âYou can be whatever you want to be babe, but when we live together Iâm stealing half your hoard.â
RTLFG prompt: Statera really wants to fly. Statera tries to bribe Tottonate into letting him fly on the other gods back.
A/N: Happy Birthday to me, Presents for you! For anyone wondering- please check out Colinâs and my Fantasy AU Group- RTLFG! These are two of the Gods for that verse. <3
âI am only saying that our powers are perhaps a bit imbalanced.â Statera said, frowning. This had gone on for quite a bit and it was starting to get frustrated.
âIt sounded like you were saying my look is imbalanced- Iâll make more dragons soon enough. Just give it time.â Tottonate said with a yawn. âI donât get what the big deal is really.â
âYou can fly.â
âSo?â
âWhat if others also wish to fly?â
âThatâs why we have dragon knights and mages, Stats. The humans fly.â
âBut the gods do not.â
âBecause they do other things. I canât climb a tree like Miazae, make a human like Eri, and I canât bless the walkers with protective masks like you. We all have our strengths.â
âItâs- well, what if one of the gods wants to fly?â
âTheyâd have to ask a dragon. Maybe exchange something for the ride.â
âI have a mask for that cleric youâre fond of if you will let me ride on your back.â
So my birthday is coming up. I wanted to do something for it but I just donât have the time to plan for it. Instead of a planned fic, weâll do this. From now until February 7th at 11:59pm (Arizona MST time), send me prompts. I want prompts for any pairing you can think of, for any au you can think of, and for any excuse for me to write a dragon into something. Or use a song.
Then, on February 8th, Iâll celebrate my birthday by drabbling away. <3
u asked for prompts so!! minecraft au with matt as an almost legendary builder (his work is rlly impressive after all) and geoff hires him to upgrade achievement city. Jeremy's an old architect friend geoff asked to help and when they meet they fall into step together immediately. they have money and resources and with Jeremy's fondness for builds paired with Matt's creativity, achievement city gets a MAJOR upgrade. for one, they make it more like a city than 6 buildings in a circle (1/2
Iâm answering this to inform you I never recieved a 2/2.
DAVIEEE U R A KING FOR THE ZOMBIE DOCTORS. i completely forgot abt it but then all of the sudden perfect hurt comfort jerematt shows up on my dash????? what a good way to kick off the weekend - ryry
I am not even going to lie, I had that in my drafts for so very long. And I mean at least 4. I'm so glad to have it out there in the world. I'm also glad you liked it, RyRy.
So my birthday is coming up. I wanted to do something for it but I just donât have the time to plan for it. Instead of a planned fic, weâll do this. From now until February 7th at 11:59pm (Arizona MST time), send me prompts. I want prompts for any pairing you can think of, for any au you can think of, and for any excuse for me to write a dragon into something. Or use a song.
Then, on February 8th, Iâll celebrate my birthday by drabbling away. <3
A/N: Oh sweet summer child, remember when this was relevant? Ha.. Finally a sequel to this. Warning for Slight Gore/Disturbing Descriptions.
Jeremy's been sick for three days when his skin starts to turn green. Matt hadn't even known he'd been bit. They'd fought that night- that wasn't something to hide. It just wasn't. The next morning they'd moved on like the fight had never happened- they didn't have time to be upset. Jeremy already had an entire green arm.
They make it another three days west before the first scare happens. Their nights have been spent curled up around each other- praying and pretending that nothing would go wrong. Matt wakes up to Jeremy staring at him. The man doesn't respond when he asks him what's up. He just stares, like he's in some sort of trance. A few minutes later Jeremy finally blinks again and apologizes. Matt's terrified for him.
With the change already developing so quickly, Matt refuses to press on. They can't go clear a field like this, they can't build things together like this, and- most of all- they just can't keep living like nothing is wrong like this. He builds them a pretty wooden house and spends days collecting the iron needed to make a door.
Jeremy's half green and his words are slurring by the time he's got the quarantine room built. There's a bed, a chest full of steak, a couple of paintings, an ocelot Jeremy tamed, a glass wall, and an iron door that only opens from one side. Matt's got the lever to put on the other side but Jeremy makes him promise not to put it there.
Neither is really ready to put him in there. The room's ready, stocked, and absolutely ignored. Jeremy gets worse quickly. There's no patch of skin that's not green on him. His words aren't words anymore. They're groans, moans, and gestures that are slowed so much more than they should be. He's not gone completely though. Jeremy still smiles at him, still defends him, and still tries to comfort him. Jeremy can't talk but he's lucid and in pain- Matt's not dumb, he's seen the wincing.
Jeremy locks himself in the room one night. Matt can't figure out what happened, but any time he tries to enter the door Jeremy just shakes his head. Matt spends his time trying to find a way to help and whispering promises to Jeremy. Ones he gets increasingly sure he can't keep.
Jeremy's completely turned and no longer turns to his name after a few days. Matt tries to keep talking to him but it makes his chest ache when there's not even a grunt in response. Kdin finds him sitting in front of the glass, watching Jeremy stare at him. The man pulls him away and tells him about a group who managed to fix a zombie. Matt begs Kdin to lead him to the group. If thereâs anyway to help Jeremy- if thereâs any way itâs not too late alreadyâŠ
They find the group after two weeks. They were farther north than last reported, but Matt doesnât care because they know how to fix it. The group introduces themselves, offers Matt a place to stay for the night, and promises things heâd not sure he can believe. Thereâs no way this will work, but Mattâs too desperate to not believe in it.
Ray- the one of the group who was actually the zombie- asks him to lead them to Jeremy. The man looks strangely lost in thought and keeps tripping over calling Jeremy a zombie. Matt appreciates that a little- even if heâs turned, itâs still just Jeremy right? It has to be. He leads them back to his little home and the containment chamber. Jeremy launches at the glass when he gets home, scratching at it like he could get through if he just keeps trying.
The men he brought home avoid looking at Jeremy. All except Ray who looks on with such pity that it makes Matt queasy. Jeremy doesnât need pity right now. He needs help! He needs some way to be able to use his brain again because Matt doesnât care how long heâs been changed- thatâs still him in there. Thatâs the only fucking reason heâs even taken any of these people here!
It seems like forever before anything is actually done. Thereâs so much talking that Matt canât follow. He doesnât care about their morals. He doesnât care about how long they can stay. He doesnât care about their conflicting risk levels. All he cares about is whether or not theyâre going to help him. His answer comes in a very short answer- they need to make a trip to the nether to finish the ingredients list.
Matt spends the entire day theyâre away in front of the quarantine room. The one who claims to have been a zombie sits with him. Tells him all about what it was actually like for him. What Jeremyâs probably going through right now and how talking wonât actually help, but the noise will give Jeremyâs decaying mind something to focus on. Even if itâs all one big lie, Matt finds comfort in it anyways. He wants to trust them- he needs to believe them.
Their âtreatmentâ looks like it shouldnât work. It looks and sounds like an old witchâs tale that wonât get them anywhere. Itâs not something he can even speak against- he was the one who came begging for their help. If he says anything against it now, it may risk everything. So he takes the golden apple and walks with Ray to the pressure plate.
Jeremy tries to launch himself at Matt. He doesnât have the muscles too, so he ends up lying on the floor for a good bit. Ray nudges him forward and he finds himself kneeling pretty quickly. Itâs terrifying having to dodge your boyfriendâs teeth on your skin. Matt lodges the apple in Jeremyâs mouth when the zombie moans, and watches for it to be bitten into.
The scream Jeremy makes when the apple rolls away from him is painful. He wants to leave the room and scoop the man up all at once. Ray just keeps him back for a minute. âDudeâs in a lot of pain right now. That shit is like drinking poison straight. Wait until he faints.â
The other five donât seem to like Rayâs words. Matt barely even takes notice of them. Theyâre just background noise as he focuses in on every movement Jeremy makes. The treatment couldnât have just been something nice could it? No, of course itâs got to be more pain to end months upon months of pain. Fucking ridiculous. Matt rushes forward the moment Rayâs arm drops, bringing Jeremyâs head into his lap.
If this cure is bullshit⊠If Jeremy doesnât reverse and bites him.. Well, Matt canât care anymore. Heâd rather be a zombie with Jeremy than a struggling human without. Ray stays with him the whole night as they wait up for his boyfriend to wake up. Jeremy doesnât. Itâs only supposed to take one day but Matt can feel the breathing.
âMaybeâŠ. Maybe itâs just taking longer because heâs been one longer?â One of the five outside the quarantine room says.
âIt only took me a day, but Iâd only been craving flesh for a week tops.â Ray says quietly, but neither comment is soothing.
Itâs three days before Jeremy opens his eyes. Three long days that Matt stays like that, in the quarantine room, with an ex-zombie who promises the miracle cure really works. Three days that he just whispers nonsense and promises new starts to a comatose body thatâll never hear him. Three long fucking days where food is always forced upon him and sleep seems unimportant. Three days until Jeremyâs opening his eyes with a groan and asking Matt to break their windows.
Itâs three days until Matt cries, holds his boyfriend close, and tells him he loves him as many times as days they couldnât speak.
Hey papa dragon! Do you think you could get a chance to write a freewood angst drabble for my datemate? They really love angsty freewood and I want to surprise them and your writing is awesome so. If you don't have time, no worries! Love you papa dragon!!!
A/N: This is for Alex, this darlinâs datemate, and Iâm sorry it took so long. I couldnât seem to write a singular fic in one au, so I made drabbles of 3 different ones. <3 (In order: Soulmate AU, Fake AH AU and an AU based on RTLFG )
James Ryan Haywood. That was the name that was written on Gavinâs wrist in the tiniest, sloppiest, hardest to read soulmate mark ever. Seriously, couldnât the man have at least tried to write neatly? How was he ever supposed to find a soulmate whoâs name he couldnât bloody read?! It was like Ryan hadnât even wanted to be found. Though, that wasnât too far from the truth.
Gavin David Free wasnât written across Ryanâs wrist. It wasnât stashed anywhere else on the otherâs body either- there was no connection between them. Instead, Gavinâs name was on the bearded man who probably deserved better. Or at least deserved someone who had his name. The entire office was just a mess of soulmates, after all. Like Ryan and Ray.
Ryan had Ray Narvaez Jr written right over his heart. Because why just make it a mismatch? Why not absolutely rub it in Gavinâs face that the name heâd held onto all his life wasnât even actually his. It belonged to one of his best friends who got all the cheesy romantic and ridiculous things Gavin had always dreamed about as a kid. None of this damn situation was fair.
Sighing, he moved the slap bracelet down to cover his wrist again. Maybe one day heâd show Ryan- but not today. Not when Ray and Ryan was still so new that he might ruin it just by showing off. For now heâd accept Jackâs offer for a dinner between friends and then maybe drink and talk with Geoff about what could have been.
Thereâs been radio silence for the last twenty minutes. Â Two explosions, way too many cops, and silence that is driving Ryan past the point of sanity. Not that he was ever really far from it anyways- being the Mad King and all that. Still, itâs too quiet. Even for the tail end of a heist it shouldnât be this quiet. Geoff or Jack should still be screaming for everyone in his ear. Or at least Ray should be saying something. Their sniper had been far enough away that he should have gotten out of everything just fine.
The cops are closing in on him. The alleyway he took has one exit and two fire escapes that wonât lead him anywhere but out of cover. Ryanâs got more than enough firepower to take them out but right now he doesnât have the patience. He needs to get out- to go fix the radio silence and make sure that Gavinâs okay. Frowning under the mask, he readies the tommy gun heâd been carrying. His finger is still on the trigger when itâs Officer Sorola that steps forward, alone.
The Officer offers out something and Ryan drops the gun back to hang at his waist when he sees what it is. His ear piece. The radio hadnât gone silent, heâd lost the damn ear piece that connected him to everyone. Laughing silently, he gratefully takes it and places it back in. The sound of Gavinâs voice has never been sweeter, even if itâs panicked yelling about a missing teammate.
The necromancer isnât safe here. Gavin knows that like he knows that the closest cleric to them is more likely to argue with them than fight. Jackâs only a little bit to the North, but itâs still too close. Besides, only a bit further than him is that paladin whoâs nickname is all about undead slaying. So when Gavin trips over his words, for once itâs not because heâs flustered over something the handsome man said.
Itâs because theyâre not safe. Gavinâs current travelling group wonât accept someone with a skeleton bull companion. The town theyâre at has only a church of life. It ignores that Erivorte is also the God of death- and preaches how every necromancer is denying His will. Itâs possibly the worst town for them to have seen each other in. Gavin shakes his head, tears in his eyes as he covers Ryanâs mouth. âNo you donât understand. You have to leave! Theyâll have your head if you stay here and I canât.. I-â
âGavin..â Ryan says softly, pulling the rangerâs hands down into his own. âI understand. What direction is your group travelling?â
âEast.â
âThen Iâll go ahead and meet you at the next town. Iâll wait for you there, I promise.â
âRyan-â
âI love you, Gavin.â The necromancer leaned down to kiss the other man before retreating back to Edgar. âGo back before they suspect anything. Iâll see you soon.â
âI love you too.â Gavin whispered, his lover already gone. He made his way back to Jack, Caleb, and Chris with a sense of nausea. So many questions had gone unanswered, so many moments stolen away but it wasnât worth the risk. Not here. He suggested that they get moving to the next town, eager to spend some time with Ryan.
aHH Hestia is perfect for jack!! i feel like jeremy or ryan would be a Neith devotee. lindsay makes me think Freya or Sehkmet, and gavin is definitely connected with Dionysus in some way, i feel that in my bones - ryry
<3. Oooo, Jeremy for Neith definitely. Iâm so down for Freya for Lindsay. And Gavin as the Dionysus devotee would make a lot of sense, but Ryanâs also a theater kid, prone to joking/âritualâ madness, and seems to have less protests towards cross dressing. Thus my confliction.Â
to start the debate: what pantheons would the boys be devoted to? would they all be Hellenistic? then ofc the eternal question: what gods bc if there's multiple pantheons that will be even harder to decid E - guess i should share that im ryry
RYRY<3.
Honestly Iâm not sure yet. I know that Jack is a Hestia devotee. Ray is really chill with Hermes, they get one another. I canât decide if Ryan or Gavin should be devoted to Dionysus but you bet your sweet ass someone will be.
I think Iâd have at least 3 be hellenistic if not all, but thatâs the group of gods I feel most comfortable with writing, yâknow?
what abt the boys being devotees to different pantheons? i never see anything abt kemeticism or your belief which i dont know the name of, im sry, and i didnt even know they were still active until recently. so just rtah bein devotees and figuring which God to pledge to if they ever find one, what pantheon, how to incorporate it into their lives. just a nice lil au for ppl who'd like some awareness and for ppl who didn't even know they exist
So I have this ask saved in a note to self- I am totally for building a devotees realm. Already have ideas for it. Iâm always a slut for Hellenic/Hellenistic (Greek/ Greek+Others) devotees. Iâm answering this to let you know I absolutely saw it and am totally going to write something for it. Also, itâs nothing to be sorry over. Dionysus was calling me my whole life and I had no idea because I didnât know it was still a thing you could do until I was about 17/18. Always felt a tug, just never knew what to do with it until a sibling told me their altar was to Hermes- not to The Goddess. Itâs a hard thing to know about when itâs not so wide spread.
what if michael was a muse?? mainly bc the thought of artists, musicians and god knows who else constantly giving him business cards and listening to his videos is rlly funny to me. and michael not having ANY skills related to the arts and managing the shit ppl invite him to and mail to him. hes inspired the animation crew during crunch season SO many times theyre all very careful to not prank him in any war pranks. (also fae i do know by name are pronounced weird and i dont know to spell it)
after a solid hour of wiki scouring and google searches i found what jack is!! A Tikbalang, and apparently my memory is utter shit bc its not a plant fae, it just hides in forests and lures travelers away to their very painfully slow death. got the talisman thing right tho, marking victims with it is exactly what it isand ryan is an Alkonost!! Again, poorly described by me but i couldnt think of anything other than âdelicate bird sirenâ
I think Muse works really well and would blend a bit better with the others. I admire your dedication to researching it. (As for poorly described/bad memory, donât feel bad. I looked at my sister and went âthe one whoâs not burnie but also writes things for themâ for Miles so⊠Yâknow.)  Youâve got an amazing start of an au built there, darlinâ.
