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4, 19, 20 for the ask fic game :D
4 ⧽. is there an au or trope that you haven't written before, but would want to try?
hmmm honestly i'm a big canon divergence gal—i like changing one point of the plot and seeing how the characters would handle it/change/recontextualize in-world, so not really any aus ... but i do think an arranged marriage trope would be extremely fun to write out, mostly thinking neris there
19 ⧽. give a hint/teaser about something you're writing without any context or explanation! tease us haha
20 ⧽. answer any one of the other questions that you want to! -> 12 ⧽. what's a song or two you associate with renascence?
omg i'm so glad u asked olipop! right now very much pivot & scrape by sophie thatcher and thoroughfare by ethel cain
ask game if ! ur nasty
happy wipwednesday my beloved! I'm so glad I didn't miss it!
as always I wish you a nice week and ask for just a little bit of arson neil 👉👈
mwah!
WIP Wednesday (7/17) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 199)
After a dozen very wrong guesses, 10 finally gives up with a sigh. “I quit.”
“You can’t quit. That would make you a loser,” Andrew tells him as he positions one of his kitchen bar stools by the wall. Because Andrew’s not a quitter. He’s sort of stupid maybe. And a little reckless. But not a quitter.
“Guess I’m a loser then.” 10 admits, making Andrew snort as he climbs up onto the bar stool. Once he’s fully stood up it teeters a bit, threatening to dump him onto the ground. But he claws at the ceiling until it stabilizes.
“Guess you are.” Andrew says, letting out a breath along with the words.
"Why did you pick purple?"
“It’s soothing.”
“Soothing?”
“Or something like that. My therapist’s office was this color.” Andrew says, before realizing that’s giving something away. He’d walked in one Wednesday to find Betsy had lost her mind and painted one of her walls, transforming it from beige to a striking shade of violet. She’d done the couch side first— Andrew’s side— and said she did it because it was her favorite color and she wanted to look at it all the time.
Ok you guys said you wanted to see but I’m too shy to face reveal so:
Tada! The skirt is handmade :)
holay molay hi moot how r u
HIIIII IM GOOOODDD.. just a little bored and sleepy so i decided to see what's up on tumblr :P! i hope youre well buddy!!!!
Aaand now tublr is being buggy but I still want do dodle dump on one last person, so @ladye-zelda!