I write fanfics and headcanons! (OC Blog is candiedfluffandangstymuffins.tumblr.com) I will take almost any request as long as I'm familiar with the fandom! :)
Hello! 😊 Is request box still opening for Voltron Legendary defender x female reader scenarios, headcanons and oneshots? Please answer my question I appreciate. 😊
Hi there! Right now I haven’t posted on this blog for, well, forever, so I can’t guarantee much. But if you send in a request for something like a scenario or a headcanon I can probably work with it!
So none of my fic has been flagged that I can TELL (I specifically checked the posts with 50 shades of Klance bc like. even though it isn’t hardcore explicit I don’t trust the blue hellsite) and here’s just a reminder that all my stuff is on Ao3 on the same name and if it’s not, for whatever reason, you’re welcome to save it personally.
Note: Aaron is part of a story I am writing which is set in another Universe.
Full Name: Aaron Baanah Tyr (Tyr comes from the man who raised him, not his birth parents)
Age: Start of Foray he is 15, by the end, he is 19.
Birth: Unknown
Height: 5′6″
Hair: White
Eyes: Right eye is purple, left is a milky white.
Occupation: Charge to the eldest heir of the McLoud estate.
Parents: Unkown
Siblings: Unknown
Heritage: Half-Demon, Half-Human
Religion: Agnostic
Hobbies: Playing the Piano, experimenting in his lab, building explosives, exercising (martial arts, endurance training, etc)
Likes: Music, his lab, his fidget toys.
Dislikes: Fire, not serious eldest heir, people.
Strengths: Quick thinker, plan maker, and organized.
Weaknesses: His fire powers, his second-guessing on everything.
Character Background: Left on the stairs to a rundown church which stands on the outside of a bustling city, Aaron was raised by the Father who ran services for those labeled as “demons” due to their bloodlines. Aaron, being half-demon, half-human, was hated by all but the Father. One night when Aaron was 9, the Church was burned to the ground by those who didn’t see eye to eye with the Father, and Aaron escaped, running away. It was that night he discovered his fire abilities and hated himself for them. About a year later he ran into the Heirs to the McLoud estate and stayed with them ever since.
Wants: To find out what happened to the Father that raised him.
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What’s up, guys, we are VERBOSITY INCARNATE and we’re here to play you some music and blow your minds- that is, as long as you’re okay with that, and that your mind isn’t already blown, which I suppose it might have been previously- but I digress, as I’ve often been told I do in longer sentences that I believe require clarification (they do not always require clarification).
When I was little, I loved the trope of “I love them [romantically] but I can’t tell them because I’m scared they won’t reciprocate.” But you know what’s occurred to me? This trope works even better in a platonic/familial sense, because it’s so much less common to admit those types of feelings to someone.
Give me two friends who have to keep biting their tongue to not introduce the other as “my best friend,” because wow, this person really is my best friend but what if I’m not theirs, and best is such a strong word, and will they be offended, and I don’t want to slip up they’re so cool
Give me a completely platonic boy/girl duo who sees each other as brother and sister but not wanting to say so, because that’s a really unusual thing to do, and in so many movies those relationships turn into a romance, and what if people think we’re faking it to “hide our feelings,” but wow I’m really not attracted to them and they’re like a sibling to me
Give me an adult who sees a child like their daughter/son and trying their hardest not to think about them that way, because at least somewhere (if not present), they have biological parents who might love and/or miss them, and I feel like that’s disrespecting them, and anyways how do I explain to a kid (especially a young one) that I love them like they were my own, and I know I trained them and mentored them and even raised them but what if they wish they knew their real parents and just aren’t saying anything to be polite
Hi everyone! After next week, I’ll be done with finals and back in an environment where I’ll really need writing as a catharsis. So! Here are the fandoms/things I will write for! Send prompts, characters, be as general or specific as you want!
If you’re afraid to leave a review/comment because you think it’ll sound stupid, don’t be. Just leave an incoherent reply in all caps. We love that shit.
Hi everyone! After next week, I’ll be done with finals and back in an environment where I’ll really need writing as a catharsis. So! Here are the fandoms/things I will write for! Send prompts, characters, be as general or specific as you want!
Hi everyone! After next week, I’ll be done with finals and back in an environment where I’ll really need writing as a catharsis. So! Here are the fandoms/things I will write for! Send prompts, characters, be as general or specific as you want!
when people point out a scene/particular line(s) that tugged at their heartstrings
when people ask for your meta of your work that they enjoyed so much
when someone comments on a fic you wrote 982783113502 years ago
getting recc’d
just the small happiness in knowing you made someone out there smile on their way to work/home or at school, in knowing you warmed someone’s heart somehow
When people leave long thoughtful comments that tell you what parts of your writing they love, what parts stood out to them, what parts they could see in their mind as if they were there. Bonus points for quoting the sentences they loved and telling you why.
When people leave incoherent screaming comments because they’ve lost the ability to form words in response to your writing and so they just shriek at you instead.
Question comes from @originalcharactertag and this post!
Which OC is a sinnamon roll?
Taini. Fucking...Taini. She’s aromantic but she likes sex, like a lot, and is easily the most apt to make filthy jokes. She’s also in no way ashamed of liking sex and will be very honest with you if you ask. So like if we have to go to the conventional definition of sinnamon roll, her.
Miles: He’s proudest of managing to get out of that damn hotel alive, of coming back to Noah, of helping get the people who did get out alive. Thinking about how he helped four people get out alive helps mitigate the two that he couldn’t help (at least sometimes)
Cadence: Getting through her bipolar disorder. She attempted suicide, harmed herself, did all sorts of things before she broke down and asked for help. It was a huge struggle and she’s very proud of getting away from it, of getting it controlled, of taking the step to take medication and seek out counseling.
Daysha: Daysha is proudest of how she practically half supported her family and saved up enough money to get her through college. She spent her childhood working her ass off any way she could to get her family through and to get her mother away from her asshole dad, and it worked.
Ryota: He’s proudest of resisting the influences of the spirits in the hotel, just by sheer power of will. Not a lot of people could do that, and he did it, not harming Taini, not hurting any of his friends.
Taini: She’s proudest of maintaining her faith, even when it was hardest. She kept her ancestors and the world’s spirits in mind even when things were at their worst, and they helped carry her through everything in life that hurt her.
Hi all! Here’s some writing for my favorite BroTP! This prompt comes from @witterprompts and this post: “If you think about it, we’re only a few steps away from being an actual couple.”
Taini smiled with slight fondness as she heard the door open. She didn't even bother looking over at who it was or what they were doing; she already knew, even as focused on the pan of food she was cooking as she was. "Yes, I'm making eggs, yes, there are enough for you too," she said over her shoulder. "They're just about done, you can come grab some."
"I fucking love you," Ryota told her, moving to hug her from behind.
"You're sweaty from your run, get off," Taini replied without any real animosity as she handed him a plate. "There's plenty, take what you want." Ryota obliged, filling his plate with eggs and a little bit of the toast that Taini had prepared before flopping down on one of their sofas. There wasn't much in the way of seating; they'd just moved into the apartment, and neither of them really had a ton of money for furnishing. However, it suited them just fine. For Taini, she appreciated being out of the crowded dorms on campus. And Ryota appreciated having a place all to himself, one that wasn't under the jurisdiction of the school. This way, it was one step closer to independence from his parents, one step closer to being out of the grasp of his mother. And living together was honestly a step that they had expected to take (that is, after Taini had made Ryota promise that he would keep the apartment at least in a livable state, confining his usual mess to his room).
"Mmmm," Ryota hummed contentedly through a mouthful of eggs. "It's good."
"Hey, unlike you, I learned to cook before I left for college," Taini informed him, sitting next to him with her plate.
"I can cook!" Taini raised an eyebrow at his indignant tone.
"When was the last time you cooked?"
"I made toast yesterday."
"You burnt toast yesterday, that doesn't count."
"Listen, that's called "charred," not burnt, and it has its place in cooking."
"Whatever you say, chef." Taini brought her legs up, tucking them under herself as she ate. "God, and we wonder why people think we're a couple. I feel like a housewife scolding her husband. Her hopeless husband who can't even make toast." Ryota rolled his eyes.
"If you think about it, we're only a few steps away from being an actual couple," he informed Taini. "We're already living together."
"Yes, but I'm not at all willing to take those steps to be an actual couple. Being single is so much better, and you know it." Ryota shrugged.
"Hey, I wouldn't mind a romantic partner, as long as it isn't you." Taini chuckled.
"I can't tell if I should be insulted or flattered that you think of me as a close enough friend to keep me out of the romantic sphere."
"Don't be insulted, I just mean because I know you don't have any interest. And I have no interest in being a part of your myriad sexual conquests. How many guys have seen the interior of this apartment?" Ryota asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Do you really think I keep track? And you're the last one who should question me, how many girls have seen the interior of this apartment?" she shot back, raising an eyebrow.
"Only one so far, we've only been here a couple of weeks."
"You don't have the social stigma preventing you from having lots of sex, you've got no excuse for that poor performance," Taini told him with a chuckle. Ryota lightly kicked her knee, the closest part of her that he could reach.
"I'm just not as into random sex as you are and you know it," he told her with a grin. "I'm looking for love and you're just looking for dick."
"Guilty as charged," Taini told him with a shrug, taking another bite of egg. "And you'll find someone, trust me. If I can be delusional enough to move in with you and be around you for as long as I am, surely someone else will be. Plenty of women might be, in fact."
"Excuse you, delusional is not the word for it, I'm a catch and you know it. You're smart enough to not move in with someone you don't like having around."
"Again, guilty as charged. Somehow having you save my life on multiple occasions and being a great, sensitive, sweet human being to boot makes me like you. Who'd have thought?"
"I think that's the most compliments I've gotten from you in a single sentence, Tsuma. Are you dying? I shouldn't get used to this adulation, should I? I'll just be disappointed in the future."
"You know it." Taini took a sip of her water and set her plate on the coffee table. "Ugh, I really don't want to deal with more calculus today."
"Relatable, honestly. Let me know if you ever figure out some of that shit, I'm pretty desperately in need of help there." Taini started to walk away, likely to grab her things and get fully dressed, but after a moment of thought, Ryota decided to stop her. "Hey, Tsuma?"
"Yeah?" Taini paused, turned around. "Are you alright?"
"You know, you're pretty great too. And if you wanted a boyfriend or a husband, aside from me, of course, I know you could get one. Because you're a really great person that any guy would be lucky to be around, me included." He smiled at her, setting his plate down next to hers. "I really appreciate everything you do for me, and I really appreciate you moving in with me to get me out of those dorms."
"Hey, it's not like I didn't want to get out too. And you mean a lot to me." Taini paused for a minute. "Now, enough with being so sappy. You're going to spoil me with all these compliments. I'd better get ready, and you need to shower."
"I'll take care of the dishes first," Ryota told her with a grin.
"You must really be possessed," Taini told him with a shake of the head. "But it's not like I'm complaining."