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Nap time at the Wayne manor, the only time bruce can sit and stare at his children especially jason. His boy is growing up fast he needs to savour this moment :') Jason isn't fully asleep here, and bruce knows too. They both pretend anyway.

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For those who might not know; good. you don't want to.

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*on a mission*

Recruit: Sergeant, your phone is ringing

Soap: Who is it?

Recruit: Your wife

Soap: What? I’m not married

*Soap takes his phone and is surprised to see “My Wife” on the screen*

Soap: *answers* Sergeant MacTavish, who is this?

Ghost: Who is this— Stop fucking around, MacTavish!

Soap: Oh that makes sense

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Fanfiction Writer Asks

Most of the writer ask posts I come across are only like ten or so questions long so I thought I’d try to make a longer one because we like talking about our writing! Feel free to reblog!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

7) When is your preferred time to write?

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories.

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write?

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

44) What is the last line you wrote?

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

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I’m in the mood to chat for a bit so feel free to send in questions!

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writer asks 📃

send these to a writer you know or answer some yourself!

ink: what do you do to “set the mood” when writing?

pen and paper: do you prefer writing by hand or on a device? why?

diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day?

journal: do you ever write just so you can enjoy something to read?

novella: do you prefer to write short stories, one-shots, or entire novels?

pulitzer: tell about/link a piece where you fielt your writing was the best.

genre: what genre do you prefer to write in?

narrator: what pov do you like writing in best?

backstory: how did you come to love writing?

time-lapse: how long have you been writing (as a hobby or for work)?

characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.

carnegie: what authors and/or books/stories have inspired you to write or influenced your work?

faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?

o’connor: what tropes/genres do you dislike writing?

dickinson: what insecurities do you have about your own writing? what do you think you should improve on?

playlist: what kind of music/songs help you write? do you have a writing playlist?

record: have you written things based off of songs? do you like to?

nobel: have you published anything you’ve written? online or irl?

notepad: can you write anywhere or do you have to be in a specific place and mood to write?

parchment: how often do you or your personal life influence your writing?

dedication: if you were to publish a book or multiple, who would you dedicate the book(s) to?

trope: what’s a pet peeve you have about writing?

input: what’s something you hate that people say to you about writing/your writing?

critic: what’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received about writing?

mifflin: what do you feel is your strong suit in writing?

houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?

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Fun Fact

Put a Fic I’ve written in my ask box and I’ll give you a ‘fun fact’ about it. :D

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This is the most fun looking thing I’ve seen in a while, can I do this too? I’d love to

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PLEASE?

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Still happy to do these! And you absolutely can submit a fic I’ve already given a fact for. :)

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Sanders Sides fanfic writer asks!

Which of the sides do you write the most angst for?

How do you characterize (a side/all of the sides)?

Which of the sides do you write the most fluff for?

Which is your favorite to write?

Do you enjoy writing Deceit? If you do, do you prefer to write him as a villain or sympathetic?

Favorite ship to write if any?

What’s your favorite AU for the sides? Or do you like to write them as they are in the series?

If you write them as Human!Sides, which one gets the tragic backstory most often?

Which side do you write the most hurt/comfort for?

What’s your playlist for writing? Do songs often influence your work?

Would you let Thomas within five feet of your work or do you prefer it to stay underground?

Which of the sides do you tend to write as comfort characters if any at all?

Do you plot out your work or just open up a blank document and go for it?

Do you like to stay true to the characterization that Thomas has provided, or do you build on top of it/stray from it?

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Tea, Apple Juice And Cookies

ao3 link | Masterlist

Authors note: So it took me months to finally finish typing up and editing this and i think it turned out pretty good! I always see Patton being the father so i thought i’d mix it up and have Roman being Patton’s dad which was quite fun! I hope you guys love this fluff fest with like that mild injury. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope it comes across as good as well :D

Summary: Roman and his son Patton spend a relaxing day at home, spending time together and enjoying being in each other’s company

Pairing(s): Platonic/familial Royality

Warnings: food mention, breif injury (not talked about in detail though just mentioned)

Words: 2,503

Tags: @novagalaxy4real @tree4life25 @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @say-no-to-this-but-its-laurens @magicmapleleaf @moxiety–sanders101 @vrexemi @theresneverenoughfandoms @patchworkofstars @iris-sanders-athena @awkward-andanxious @ravenclawicecream

As he crept around the back of the sofa, Patton made sure to keep a close eye on his father. He was small enough to be able to hide behind the large seat without being seen, but tall enough to have to crawl, for if he stood, his head would peep over the top and his plan would be ruined.

Just as the 7 year old managed to move directly behind his target, the man stood and took off to the kitchen. Change of plan. Making sure he was distracted, Patton attempted to ninja roll across the carpeted floor to get from the sofa to the wall that was joined to the kitchen.

It ended up being more of a log roll and scramble over, but Patton was proud of it. He placed his circular framed glasses back on his face and edged as quietly as he could down the hallway to the door and peered around the corner to see his dad standing in front of the kettle, waiting for it to ding.

It didn’t look as if he had been spotted yet, so his master plan was still in action. He tiptoed on the blue checker pattered lino floor of the kitchen, crouching ever so slightly as he thought it would make him stealthier. It was what everyone did in the cartoons at least!

He inched forward, holding his breath as he crept, a mischievous grin on his face. He continued and got closer to his tall father who still had his back turned. Closer and closer until-

“Surprise attack!” The child suddenly yelled and dived for the left leg and latched onto it, wrapping his whole body around it.

Roman, having heard his son’s antics from since they were in the sitting room till now, feigned surprise and gasped. “Ack! Where did you come from? I’m being attacked!” he yelled, looking down at his son, who wore dungarees, that were cut off just before the knee and had patched sewn on from different shows and cartoons he liked (such as a Totoro, a Steven Universe gem, a cat, a heart with glasses and a few other patches as well), with a pastel blue shirt, and was currently clinging onto his leg, beaming wickedly up at him. “Have mercy upon my leg!”

The boy giggled, “Your leg’s mine now!”

Roman put a hand to his forehead dramatically, “Alas! What ever shall I do! I have a small person stuck to my leg! How shall I ever be able to survive!”

Paton pouted, “I’m a prince, not just a… person!” then his face brightened up again and he laughed, “You’re trapped now!”

“Oh no!” Roman put his hands on his hips and smiled back at the young boy. “Guess I’ll just have to find some other way to get to the teabags!” his smile grew wider and he took a step with his right leg towards the teabag tin which was on the other side of the room. Then, with what he made look like all his strength, he hoisted his left leg with the extra weight and took another step, carrying Patton with it. Instantly, the room was filled with childlike screeches and laughter. Sounds that were like bells to Roman’s ears.

“Hnng,” he lifted Patton again and more high-pitched shouts rang. “No little Princes can defeat the mighty Roman!” he then moved his arms to show off what little muscle he had there.

The morning summer sunlight shining through the large window in front of the sink to the left of the pair cast a warm glow over the two. It reflected off Patton’s glasses and made his freckles stand out, his brownish-red hair catching the sun and lightening to almost a caramel colour. He was simply the most adorable child Roman had ever had (and the only child) as the boy giggled uncontrollably from where he held tight to Roman’s leg. He gazed down at his son and could feel his heart swell with love for his child.

After a few more steps, each one making Patton cling tighter, they made it to the tin. “Ha ha! Made it! I told you I was unstoppable,” Roman said triumphantly, taking out a bag, making a mental note to put teabags on the shopping list for later.

Patton’s eyes glinted mischievously, “now you gotta go back again.”

A sigh, “you are correct young Patton. How do you suppose I get back there then, hmm?”

“Tricky! Dark blue squares have sharks! Watch out for them,” Patton stated, still smiling.

“Sharks?” Roman exclaimed, “oh dear, this shall be a treacherous journey indeed! Hold on tight!”

And with that they were off again, Roman deciding to choose a long winded path to get back to the kettle. Halfway on their way back, it dinged to signal it had finished. Admittedly, he did almost fall into a pit of sharks on a few steps, but managed to keep balance easily, so he wasn’t attacked.

It didn’t take long to return to the counter with the teabag, so when they arrived, the water was still boiling hot. Roman dumped the teabag into his red mug which had a yellow crown on the side and looked down at his leg. “Would you like a drink Patty-cake?” He asked.

Patton hummed in thought for a moment. “Apple juice!” Roman raised an eyebrow. “Please!”

Roman obliged and went over to the fridge and took out the carton of apple juice. “And which cup shall you want today?”

“Totoro please!” said cup was retrieved from the cupboard above them; where all the other mugs were held. It was a glass cup with all the characters from the film ‘My Neighbour Totoro’ around the sides. He filled it up with apple juice then returned to making his own tea. After thoroughly mixing the teabag in the hot water and squeezing it out against the side of the mug, he took both the glass and the mug over to the table in the middle of the room.

“If you want your juice you’re gonna have to let go of my leg Pat,” Roman chuckled.

“Fiiine,” Patton detached himself reluctantly and climbed onto the chair across from his dad, who had gone to put milk in his tea and returned to the table again, stirring slowly and putting a curly-whirly straw in Patton’s glass.

The two sat in silence for a good few minutes, listening to the birds chirping outside and enjoying the warmth that the sunshine brought. A squirrel raced across the grass outside and up a tree.

“Cookies!” Patton exclaimed, making his father jump ever so slightly.

“Cookies?” He asked.

“Yeah!” Patton replied enthusiastically.

“What about them Patty?” Roman queried.

“Can we make them?” the boy said, excitedly jumping up and standing.

Roman raised an eyebrow as he warmed his hands on the outside of the mug. “Now?” Patton nodded vigorously, his glasses almost falling off in the process. “Alright then.”

Roman stood up and collected the old recipe book from its place atop a shelf on the wall. It was a tad worn down and torn in various places but that was only due to how often it had been picked up and used. He set it down on the table and with Patton standing next to him, flicked through the pages till he found the cat bookmark that marked the page which held the recipe for the cookies.

They split off to gather the ingredients, bringing them back to the large table and setting them down. Roman clapped once after they’d gotten everything and then together they started creating the mixture, measuring the ingredients with weighing scales that probably should have been replaced a while ago, and adding too many chocolate chips than was needed, but it wasn’t as if anyone else was going to find out anyways.

Then a baking tray was buttered and circles of the cookie mixture were placed onto it. Oven turned on, cookies placed in and timer set. Now all that was left was to wait.

And wait.

Aaaaaand wait.

Patton was growing bored by the second sitting in front of the oven, watching the cookies expand and rise slowly.

Roman, noticing his growing boredom spoke up. “Patton, would you be a gentleman and pick out a film for us to watch after these have finished baking?”

Patton paused, “but what if I don’t wanna be a gentleman…”

Roman just smiled, “then you don’t have to be, now run along you little piece of royalty and choose that film!”

The child beamed and dashed out the room racing to the DVD box and spending a few minutes deciding, then racing back to the kitchen with said DVD in hand.

“Got one!” He announced as he rushed back into the kitchen. “Can we watch Toto-”

His sentence was cut off as he tripped over his own feet and face planted into the floor. He had let go of the DVD and his glasses had come off but other than that, he thought he was ok. He got onto hands and knees, finding his glasses and putting them back onto his face. Standing back up he picked up the film and went over to his dad, who had just risen to see if Patton was ok.

As if nothing had happened, Patton smiled widely and repeated himself. “Can we watch Totoro?”

“For sure! What a brilliant choice of films! Are you ok though? It seemed as though you had a pretty nasty fall there Patty-cake,” Roman knelt down so he was level with the child to check whether he was ok or not.

“I’m ok!” Patton smiled, “though my knees do hurt a bit…”

Roman checked them and found a small graze on each. “Hmm, would you like to sit on the table while I assess the possible damage?” Patton nodded and Roman hoisted him up under his arms and sat him on the table with his legs hanging off the edge, which began to gently kick back and forth almost instantly.

He kneeled down again to have a closer look. “Hmm, doesn’t look too bad, looks like we won’t be removing any legs any time soon.” He smiled. “Although we may need to use a plaster,” he then stood up and went to the medicine cabinet. “Which one would you like?” he asked, pulling out a few tins, all of which had different animals on them.

“Cat please,” Roman nodded and brought over the pastel pink tin, putting the other ones back.

“I’m going to need to clean this first though, hold on, it won’t take long.” And then he started gently dabbing at the grazed knees, muttering encouragements as he could see Patton wincing. “You’re so brave, you know that pat?” he said as he put the biggest plaster he had over the scrapes, covering both kneecaps in a pastel pink plaster which had a white cartoon cat face in the middle of. “Want me to kiss it better?” Patton nodded. Roman did so, making as extra as he could, making Patton giggle. “May all your wounds heal again and become twice as strong!”

They were interrupted by the timer beeping at them, alerting them to the cookies being done. Patton hopped off the table to watch as Roman grabbed the pair of oven gloves and took the tray of cookies out, putting them onto a cooling rack to cool down. “Remember to wait till they’re cool to eat them, ok Pat?” Roman reminded him and he nodded.

“Yeah I know,” Patton replied with a smile.

Roman went back over to the table to pick up his mug, and then leaned against a counter, sipping the warm drink, enjoying the moment. Patton pushed himself forwards after a couple of minutes and went over to his dad. “You doing ok there padre?” Roman asked as he felt a weight on his feet and arms wrapping around both of his legs. He looked down to see Patton smiling up at him. He chuckled softly. “And now what might you be doing Pat-Pat?” Roman wrapped his arms around the child ever so gently.

“Standing on your feet,” Patton answered, smiling wider, if that was even possible.

“It seems so. Why might you be doing so, young one?” Roman replied.

“Cuz I felt like it,” Patton said. Roman hummed in thought, then started rocking from side to side like a penguin would, both pairs of feet being lifted one after the other, Patton’s feet so much smaller than Roman’s own. Bouts of cheerful glee rang like bells and the magic of a child’s laugh filled the room, Roman’s own deep laugh joining in as well. They swayed for a few minutes, ending up going in large circles in the space, turning all over the place, till they got dizzy and had to stop, but the laughter carried on nevertheless.

Then Patton lifted his arms and his dad reached under his armpits and effortlessly lifted him in to the air, much like how a character in a recent Ghibli film they’d watched was. Patton was then spun round again and dropped into his father’s safe arms, being held close, the two hugging one another tightly. There was a warm atmosphere, between the sun and their love for one another.

“You’re gonna grow up to be someone great one day, I know you will.” Roman said, eyes closed as he pressed his son’s head to his neck, holding him tighter, but not too tight, in a comforting loving way. “The road may become rough, but I know you’ll be the best you that you can be.” The two smiled, eyes blocking out the rest of the world as they were closed and they existed only in the embrace they shared. Nothing would be able to break the close bond the two shared, as father with son.

And so the rest of the day was spent watching films, in the company of each other, relaxing in the summer warmth and the glow the sun gave through the windows. Many cookies were eaten and by the 4th film, they were growing quite tired, both laying on the sofa, Patton’s head in his father’s lap.

“Hey dad?” he spoke up quietly.

Roman paused in running his hand lovingly through the child’s hair. “Yeah kiddo?” He replied

“I love you,” Patton turned to smile at Roman, rolling over to hug him round the waist. Roman leaned over and hugged Patton back.

“I love you too, Patton.” He replied, and then they continued watching the film.

Even if Patton grew older and became less dependent on Roman, their bond would never change. They would both continue loving each other, even if one day Patton might get married, he would always love his dad, the man who was there for him through thick and thin.

But for now there was the quiet moments and joys of youthful childhood, moments filled with tea, apple juice and cookies.

Feathers, Sand, It Will All Be Grand

ao3 link | Masterlist

“No beach days. People won’t stare at you, but they’ll stare at me.”

Authors note: Been going through some prompt lists to try and get some writing ideas and i found this one on a promt list here by @sexlessrpmemes so i ended up writing this :)

Summary: Logan wants to spend a couple days at the beach with his friend Roman. The other man has other plans however.

Pairing(s): Platonic Logince

Warnings: mentions of bulying (nothing explicit), descrimination against winged people talked about

Words: 857

Tags: @novagalaxy4real @tree4life25 @say-no-to-this-but-its-laurens @magicmapleleaf @vrexemi @theresneverenoughfandoms @patchworkofstars @awkward-andanxious @ravenclawicecream @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @moxiety--sanders101 @iris-sanders-athena

It was Logan’s idea they go to the beach really. He and Roman had both been so caught up in their work that neither had time to take a break. The only time they had was at home at night, with Logan running his fingers through Roman’s soft feathered wings he only let out when in the safety of their house.

See, Roman was among the few in the population who were born with wings. It wasn’t common but it wasn’t rare for that matter either. Despite their beauty, many people held grudges and despised those who had them and thus picked on those who bore wings just because they were different. Sometimes as a result of this constant bullying, some decided to hide their wings within coats and binders made for them specifically just so that they could look like they no longer had them and could fit in and not have to be subjected to the abuse they faced.

Roman was no different. He too had grown up with the bias and hate towards winged people being out against him. No matter what is family may have said to try and convince him otherwise, he grew to hate his wings and started to cover them up, folding them against his back for ages while he sat in class and meetings. Sometimes it would hurt, but at least he wouldn’t have to be called names anymore.

Then a few years after he left secondary school and mid-uni, he met his closest and best friend Logan. Logan was fascinated when he found out about Roman’s wings and never thought any less of him because of them. They few closer and closer, eventually moving in with each other and sharing the space. They were as close as friends could be.

Which then brought them to their current dilemma.

“Surely you may be able to take a couple days off work?” Logan pushed.

“Logan, no.” Roman turned away, going back to preening his wings, pulling out any dead feathers.

“One weekend is all I’m asking-“

“No.” Roman interrupted, not looking up.

“Okay but lust tell me why?” The other man questioned.

Roman sighed. “No beach days. People won’t stare at you, but they’ll stare at me.”

“Why should that matter? You’ll be with me, I’ll defend you!” And oh for how much Roman loved Logan, he could be real dense sometimes.

“That’s not it, sure you being there would help but…”

“But what?”

“But people will still look at me as if I don’t belong. Like I shouldn’t exist, as if my being there is somehow offensive,” Logan went silent as Roman continued. “They look at me as if I’m some kind of beast… but you… you’re normal! You don’t have these ugly things coming out of your back, people don’t pass you by and give you a stare you’ve seen a thousand times before. People don’t go silent the moment you enter a room because they know what you are, because they know what kind of a monster you are…”

There was silence.

“So I’m sorry, but I just… I just can’t go out… I’m sorry.” He hung his head and let a few tears slip free, both his arms and wings moving to hug himself.

Logan reached out and gently put a hand on the other’s back, “hey, I’m… sorry you still have to go through all that…” Roman peeked out from between his feathers. “I can completely understand your reluctance. No one should ever have to experience that but well…” he paused. “Anyways, if you really don’t want to go, that’s okay, we can find things to do back here. That’s okay with me.”

“Thank you Lo,” Roman uncurled slightly and smiled timidly. “I would love to go to the beach with you don’t get me wrong, but… yeah.”

There were a few moments spent in silence before Logan spoke again. “You know, I happened across an ad for a beach that was only open to those with wings and those accepting of them.” Roman’s head whipped to face him, eyes wide. “Anyone found being disrespectful gets rightly kicked out and dismissed from the premises.”

If it were possible, Roman’s eyes would have stars in them. “Really?!” Logan nodded and the winged man sprung up, wings tucked in behind him as they did when he was excited about something. “Can we- could we- could we go there maybe? Please?”

Logan chuckled and nodded in reply. The next moment he was tackled to the ground in a strong hug.

“Oh thank you Logan, you beautiful genius you! You are the most bestest friend I could have ever had the pleasure of having, thank you so much!” Roman cried out and ignores Logan’s muttering of how ‘bestest’ wasn’t an actual word.

Nevertheless he smiled. “You’re welcome Ro,” Logan hugged back.

So the next weekend, they booked a hotel, packed their bags and made off for the beach. And if they had a relaxing couple days in the sun and if Roman had a chance to fly again or meet a couple new friends, well, that was their business.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #logince #platonic logince #metawrites

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I wrote a fic for familial royality recently and there just were a few scenes i loved so i decided to make a drawing of one of them ^-^ I really like how this one ended up looking in the end so yeet!

The fic this was from: Tea, Apple Juice And Cookies

Tags: @patchworkofstars @im-so-infinitesimal @whatevenisnormal @evilmuffin @trashypansexual @kan-hi-doodles

Speedpaint:

you bet i have another fic i need to type up and it is of the feathery type :)

The Prince Costume

ao3 link | Masterlist

23 - I immediately regret this decision.

44 - Is that my shirt?

Authors note: Been really loving this parental royality au i have going so have some more writing for that!

Summary: Patton wants a prince costume like his dad

Pairing(s): Parental/familial royality

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Words: 430

Tags: @novagalaxy4real @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @say-no-to-this-but-its-laurens @magicmapleleaf @moxiety--sanders101 @vrexemi @theresneverenoughfandoms @iris-sanders-athena @awkward-andanxious @ravenclawicecream @tree4life25 @patchworkofstars

“Hey dad? I wanna have a costume like you!” Patton asked as he watched Roman sorting through his outfits for shows in his wardrobe.

“Oh? Which one?” Roman replied, quirking a brow.

“Like the prince one!” The child clarified. “I want to be a prince just like you!”

Roman lifted Patton into the air and held him against his hip. “Why of course! Every prince must have their own costume, especially such a superb prince as yourself!” Patton giggled and hugged his dad. “All we need is some material, a sewing machine and measurements!”

One shopping trip and a day later…

“I immediately regret this decision.” Roman muttered as he sat in the centre of the sitting room, a sewing machine to his right and in front of him sheets of paper were laid out with a rough pattern sketched onto them. Patton had run off to grab the tape measure from the study upstairs and had been gone for some time.

“Patton?” Roman called upstairs, “you alright?”

A distant “yeah” could be heard, and then the thundering of feet going down the stairs. “Don’t run on the stairs Pat!” Roman called out and the feet slowed.

The child rounded the corner and skidded on the wooden floor with his socks, only managing to stay upright by flailing his arms around wildly like a windmill. Roman could only stare.

“Got the tape measure dad!” Patton smiled. Roman was looking at him and trying not to smile.

“Is… Is that my shirt?” the man asked, hiding him grin behind his hand. Patton had obviously raided his wardrobe and pulled out one of his t-shirts. It happened to be the one that was white and had a prince costume design printed onto it that a friend had gotten him as a joke and… Patton was now wearing that extremely baggy shirt.

“Yeah!” Patton put his hands on his hips and smiled triumphantly.

“And why might you be wearing my shirt Patty-cake?” Roman asked.

“Cuz! Gotta’ get into the mood!” he then came and sat to the left of Roman.

Roman ruffled the child’s hair. “Alright. Just for today Little Prince.” Said prince gave out a cheer and looked gleefully up at his father.

“Now, let’s get started on your own costume Prince Patton.”

And thus the next few days were spent measuring, cutting out material and sewing it all together. The end result being a costume Patton could call his own and the two of them could so forth wear their costumes as a duo, as father and son, Prince and Prince.

#sanders sides #patton sanders #roman sanders #metawrites #royality #parental royality #familial royality #fluff #sorry its short

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Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

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if anyone sends me some of these i’ll write it for the parental/familial royality au :) send me one more numbers as a prompt and ill write it :D

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Dreamers and Deceivers - Chapter 2

ao3 link | Masterlist | Headcannons | Crewlist

Askblog: @ask-the-dreamers-and-deceivers

Authors note: Heyyyyyy guysss! So, i know it’s been an absolute age since i wrote chapter one and i appologise for the hiatus, but! I managed to write chapter 2! It was originally going to be a really long chapter but i decided to split it in two otherwise it would have taken an age to be posted, so yeah! Hope you like it, let me know what you think and again any advice is welcome as i am not by any standards a pirate expert :)

Summary: Captain Roman, leader of the crew and ship ‘The Dreamers’, has a long standing rivarly with the captain and crew of ‘The Deceivers’. As much as they may be a thrown together crew of misfits and the castaways, The Dreamers are the closest bunch out on the sea and are prepared to fight anyone for one another. But when Roman spots the cabin boy of the Deceiver’s crew, he feels compelled to rescue the boy. However when they do, things start to get interesting, secrets are put into the open and some are not who they say they are.

Pairing(s): None as of yet

Warnings: deceit insults people, a vague fight (?) its not too intense just ships clashing

Words: 888

Tags:

General: @novagalaxy4real @tree4life25 @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @say-no-to-this-but-its-laurens @magicmapleleaf @moxiety–sanders101 @vrexemi @theresneverenoughfandoms @patchworkofstars @iris-sanders-athena @awkward-andanxious @ravenclawicecream

D and D: @sleepyssnail @thisqueerisonfire @i-can-explain-really @crofters-jam @vir-gull @jynxlovesluck @realspookygiraffe @missmad12 @dragonangel-funandfire

Cannon-balls flew from readied places within the ships, people were heard yelling to one other from their respective sides. The two ships approached each other at a faster pace, speeding headfirst forwards with only a slight angle – neither of them wanted to collide head on with the other’s ship as it would certainly mean too much damage and probably death.

In barely any time at all, the two ships sides clashed, the right hand side of Roman’s ship and the left of Deceit’s scraped together, causing some of the wooden boards on the outsides to splinter and become damaged.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Logan muttered apprehensively under his breath as he looked between where the two ships were joined, then back to Roman who had fire in his eyes and was glaring at the other captain.

The two made no move to actually slice one another with their swords – that would come another day, but their stares alone could kill a person. Cannons continued to fire, wounding both ships and creating holes. Roman’s crew would never aim to sink a ship, damage it above water yes, but hitting the hull of a ship was a no-no. They weren’t wanting to kill the enemy after all. Unfortunately the opponent had different ideals and clearly aimed for the fatal parts, though not managing to make a hit so far that was low enough to cause some serious damage.

“You know you’re not going to win this one Deceit,” Captain Roman shouted, brandishing his sword at the other much like an Olympic fencer would, whatever that was. “Just give up and leave us be!”

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Dreamers and Deceivers - Chapter 2

ao3 link | Masterlist | Headcannons | Crewlist

Askblog: @ask-the-dreamers-and-deceivers

Pairing(s): None as of yet

Warnings: deceit insults people, a vague fight (?) its not too intense just ships clashing

Words: 888

Tags:

General: @novagalaxy4real @tree4life25 @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @say-no-to-this-but-its-laurens @magicmapleleaf @moxiety--sanders101 @vrexemi @theresneverenoughfandoms @patchworkofstars @iris-sanders-athena @awkward-andanxious @ravenclawicecream

D and D: @sleepyssnail @thisqueerisonfire @i-can-explain-really @crofters-jam @vir-gull @jynxlovesluck @realspookygiraffe @missmad12 @dragonangel-funandfire

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #metawrites #insults #DandD #pirate au #dreamers and deceivers

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Tea, Apple Juice And Cookies

ao3 link | Masterlist

Summary: Roman and his son Patton spend a relaxing day at home, spending time together and enjoying being in each other’s company

Pairing(s): Platonic/familial Royality

Warnings: food mention, breif injury (not talked about in detail though just mentioned)

Words: 2,503

He inched forward, holding his breath as he crept, a mischievous grin on his face. He continued and got closer to his tall father who still had his back turned. Closer and closer until-

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patchworkofstars

This is absolutely adorable and I love every word of it 💖💙💖💙 It’s so soft, and sweet, and pure, and wholesome, and cute, and gentle, and happy 💖💙💖💙

metaphoricalplutowrites

Agdkfhsks thanks patch!!!! Aaaa thanks!!! I'm so glad you liked it :D

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Tea, Apple Juice And Cookies

ao3 link | Masterlist

Summary: Roman and his son Patton spend a relaxing day at home, spending time together and enjoying being in each other’s company

Pairing(s): Platonic/familial Royality

Warnings: food mention, breif injury (not talked about in detail though just mentioned)

Words: 2,503

He inched forward, holding his breath as he crept, a mischievous grin on his face. He continued and got closer to his tall father who still had his back turned. Closer and closer until-

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theresneverenoughfandoms

This! Is so soft! And domestic! And amazing! These boys are absolutely precious, what delightful drama dorks, I love them so much!

metaphoricalplutowrites

Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you like them ^-^

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