#fic tidbit

[clockwayswrites]

The yellow flowers were bright against the headstone. Danny had gone with a bouquet of small sunflowers. Something about how cheerful and slightly silly the flowers were seemed right. Bruce thought they were a good choice too. “I don’t actually know what to say,” Danny started. Bruce had stepped back a bit under a tree to give Danny some privacy. “I’ve never actually talked to a grave like this. I don’t have one. A grave, I mean; I don’t have a grave. I’m glad that you do.”

[kinardsevan]

several sentence sunday tuesday

(since I hurt your feelings with that mini, here have something life-affirming :) ; aka, the mpreg/babyfic NO ONE is asking me to write)

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Tommy crosses the space between them, stands in front of the peninsula, opposite from him. He turns the bag around, and although Evan had done a decent job of hiding the evidence from the top, the side of the box can easily be seen in the translucent bag. His breath quickens. 

“Did you want to tell me something,” Tommy asks him. His tone is soft and inquisitive, but not angry. 

His mouth feels dry and his jaw slacks. “I…” His gaze shifts back and forth between Tommy and the bag, and whether he’s entirely aware of it or not, his hand slides down the front of his shirt, resting over his abdomen as anxiety flurries around inside of him. “T-Tommy.” Tears pierce his eyes. He needs more time to figure this out. He’s not ready for this conversation. 

Tommy’s shoulders sink and he rounds the peninsula, leaning down long enough to set the bag on the floor before he closes the space between himself and Evan. He grabs him at the hips, firm but gentle, and pops him up onto the counter with ease. 

“Hey,” he coaxes gently. “Talk to me.” 

Evan shakes his head, trying to find air and the ability to swallow, but his panic is just continuing to rise. Tommy frowns, reaching up and brushing a thumb over his cheek. He takes a step to his right, reaching up into the over-sink rack and grabbing a clean glass before filling it and moving back in front of Evan. 

“Drink,” he orders softly, lifting the glass to Evan’s lips. 

The blonde takes it gratefully, swallowing down several gulps. When his mouth is more wet, he pushes it away and Tommy sets it inside the sink before reaching for Evan’s hands and holding them, brushing his thumbs over the back. 

“Now talk to me,” Tommy repeats. “What’s going on?” 

Evan shakes his head, new tears filling his eyes. “I-I don’t- I just- I mean, I- i-it- I wasn’t tr-trying-…” 

“Okay,” Tommy comments, letting go of his hands to cup his face. “Take a breath, baby.” 

“But this-…I mean we’re not- it’s too soon, and-..” 

Tommy shakes his head this time, a small frown pulling on the corners of his mouth. “Honey, we haven’t even had a conversation about this. Now take a deep breath and start with what made you buy a test.” 

Evan nods, forcing himself to inhale a deep breath in time with Tommy’s own breaths, and after a few seconds, his brain feels a little less fuzzy. 

“Eddie made a comment about me eating everything in sight,” he murmurs after a moment. A scowl sets quickly into Tommy’s expression, and he shakes his head. “No, no. Not like that. Just-…just- he was right. A-and then Bobby and I were talking about vacation time coming up, and I was thinking back to the holidays, and that got me thinking about how we’d spent them, and then before I knew it, I was standing in the aisle at the drug store.” 

Tommy nods, following along with his story. “So you took the test then?” 

Evan gulps again, nods again. “s’ positive.” 

Tommy stares at him for a moment, considering the information Evan has shared with him. “Well.” He pauses, and Evan isn’t sure if it’s for dramatic effect or if he’s actually thinking, but either way, he’s not a fan. Tommy takes a breath. “We knew this was a risk.” 

“B-but we-we haven’t even discuss-discussed it,” Evan stammers, and his panic rising back up is practically visible from outer space. Tommy shakes his head gently, shushing him softly as his thumbs move against Evan’s cheeks again.

“Calm down,” he murmurs softly. He waits a moment, lets Evan breathe. “You’re right. We haven’t talked about it. But we have talked about kids in the grand scheme, and this might not have been the plan, but it’s happening.” He pauses again, and this time he’s the one taking a deep breath. “Now, at the end of the day, this is your body and your decision. But whatever you decide… I’m in.” 

Evan gulps at Tommy’s statement. Whatever he decides? Tommy has zero input on this? That’s not really an effective answer to where he thought this discussion would go, not that he was even clear on how he did expect it to go. 

“Take all the circumstances out of it,” Tommy tells him, tilting his head and watching Evan’s expression. “Don’t think about how long we’ve been together or where our lives are at. Just whether this is something you want.” 

Evan nods, glancing down at his hands in his lap for a moment. Truth be told, he doesn’t need Tommy’s help with that part of things. He’s always known that he wanted kids. If he’s being honest, it wasn’t long after Tommy first kissed him that he was imagining having Tommy’s babies. Still, as much as those two feelings have coexisted inside of him for nearly a year now, he expected to have more time than this. 

“I’ve known that since the first time you kissed me,” he rasps, his voice shaking. Tommy’s eyes soften at him and his head tilts just a bit more as a smile tugs further across his face. 

“Evan.” He slides him forward on the counter, leans up half an inch or so and captures Evan’s lips in a kiss, sliding one of his hands behind the younger man’s head. Still, he doesn’t hold the kiss for more than a few seconds. When he pull back, his gaze drops between them to Evan’s stomach before he looks back up at him, the glint of something in his eyes. 

“So we’re doing this,” Tommy states, and it’s not really a question. 

“I mean, I-…” He pauses, takes a breath. “Yes.” 

Tommy’s smile splits into a grin, and he pulls Evan even closer. Evan’s legs lock around his hips as Tommy laughs, burying his face in Evan’s neck. 

[caparrucia]

"I remember them fighting," the boy said, slowing down thoughtfully as his expression darkened. "They were always fighting. It was just... injustice compounds the longer you fight! Every slight gets escalated and then all of a sudden, it's not justice, just vengeance."

"And that's why Galahd has no army, then," Nyx surmised, watching him chew thoughtfully.

"It doesn't?" Bright eyes looked up at him, purple and red swirling in them.

Nyx shook his head.

"It was banned, a long, long time ago," Nyx pointed out, counting with his fingers. "No army, no warriors, no fighting, really." He snickered. "Not to say we didn't figure out a way around that. We're very good at arguing." He grinned. "And I'm really good at guarding."

"Huh," Ramuh said, blinking. "That's... that's a smart way of going about it. I guess Old Man me wasn't a moron."

Nyx smiled wryly.

"I wouldn't say so, no."

Ramuh grinned, sly and terrible like the coeurls lazing all around the clearing, keeping watch without being overt.

"I get the feeling you wouldn't say so even if it were true." He snickered. "You've got that piety look all over your face." A pause. "Do you sing?" He looked wistful. "I remember the singing. It was nice."

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Out of context chap9 momence

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

“You know…” He was still holding your hand, you realized, which made your circuits fizzle nervously. Then he leaned in a little closer, giving you an inquisitive look. You felt yourself tense, though not from fear. You weren’t sure why you tensed, now that you thought about it... “Actually... You DO look familiar. Have we met?”

You blinked, suddenly wondering if he DID remember you but just got you mixed up with every other staff-bot in the place. That… was better than being entirely forgotten, you supposed, but you still felt an old wilt of sadness at the thought. You were about to nod when he suddenly straightened, snapping his fingers.

readerbot fic chapter3 in progress,, (im working on like five diff things rn but writing readerbot being an overthinking mess is especially easy atm sorry sdhfsdjfhsd dont worry the next chapter of 'not fine' IS in the works i swear. no it definitely doesnt have only five paragraphs shhh dont worry abt it)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

I really like your art and fic, like if I was a cat I would be constant headbutting your shit and I nyoom around my room whenever I see that u posted something new and do happy jumps and flap my hands and shit. your stuff? highlight of my day. I've actually started writing cause of you [bad timing due to exams being next week] and its cause your art for some reason beyond me just keeps inspiring ideas in my head. your fic and art is catnip for my cat soul and i cant get enough of it, crumb pls?

JKHGJF thank u im rlly touched by that honestly thank u and i love u

i think i have two crumbs i can share!:

not fine crumb

Moon hummed, displeased, but rolled onto his front to prop himself up on his elbows right in front of you. He kicked his feet idly, giving you a funny, doting look. You were trying to tidy up some of the various paperwork scattered around when he reached out and adjusted one of the origami flowers tucked behind your ear. It was a sort of tradition the three of you shared, now- whenever you came in to work in the daycare, Sun or Moon would carefully decorate you with the paper flowers you loved so much. It was a nice way to start your day- under their silly, careful hands and always having a pretty reminder of them just a reflection away. They seemed to like it, as well, which was another bonus.

and Merm Eclipse crumb

The first time you met him, you didn’t realize you had.

The cold, slate-colored clouds of a lashing rain were rolling in as you slipped and skidded on the steps as you rushed to get the laundry off the clothesline before the mist settled in. It was getting dark already, making your already slippery journey down even more dangerous and stupid, but the surging water down below was… beautiful, in a way that most things that can kill you are.

You stopped, leaning over the railing slightly to watch the water rise and fall and crash against the heaps of stone below. The water always turned the same dark, unforgiving gray as the sky, slightly bluer than the clouds but even more tumultuous. The tips flashed white and striking as the crests caught the light, clawing up the jagged side of the cliff as though the water wanted to grab you and pull you in by the ankles.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Hmmm...is me again sorry for the bother but i did some little things and i want you to see what i wrote so far!?? English is not my first language sorry for any mistakes:

"For a long time he doesn't answer you just floating, as if he was thinking what to say to you, and then he goes around twice, and what hurt you was right, with a pain in your chest you grab a bucket (he was the size of a medium salmon) and puts him in there, leaving the house in the middle of the night, he looked totally confused, and why you were so quiet, had he done something wrong?  Has he made you angry?  Quickly eclipse starts spinning inside the bucket doing tricks, sounds anything for you just look at him please don't be angry don't leave him for dead."

I don't know why,but i thought that the reader saved eclipse when they are very little, and kept him as an pet, for an while,maybe some months? Until they got too big and they thought that he was sad and yeah...

Do you like it what you read it?

I LOVE THIS I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU!!!! I am head over heels for the idea of tiny Eclipse trying to win Reader over even as they’re headed to the beach so they can set him free,,,,, poor little guppy fishy boy doesn’t wanna be alone : ( I LOVE THIS YOU ARE VERY TALENTED

[echodance]

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I don't know how to write Don Quixote I say putting her into the next chapter immediately

such is the price I must pay to get the scene I want I guess.