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[venscient]

isagani da streamurr. guess the chat level impossible, basta tropang nerds yan except me and narcisa. idea from my hg (or cassiomeda on ao3 hehehehe pls check her out)

[ikeasharksss]

does anyone know sapphic fiction that has the vibes of tj klune? i finished reading "under the whispering door" today & i've always been a fan of "house on the cerulean sea", but man i wish i could find lesbians in this genre

[gfmima]

IM A BAD PERSON I COMPLETELY FORGOT IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY SHIDNCOFNFKF WHO EVEN AM I ANYMORE

[topazshadowwolf]

fuzzynight- what would they argue about? And who would be the first to apologize?

( btw that first asked was purpose to be ‘mentioned’ and not ‘meant’ and it driving me crazy that made that mistake)

I have been working on this one and I struggling with coming up with a story that turns into an actual argument. I finally think I know why. As much as I loooove writing when couples argue, and show the dynamics on them getting through their differences, these two are different. Over the years, I have written several Soriel fics with arguments. The Door, my big soriel fic (which is still a WIP, it is not abandoned just picked at slower) had a few arguments in it. I am no stranger to writing them. Conflict resolution is a BIG part of building a relationship.

BUT... I think this two are... I can't just pick an argument and write it like I can with most Soriel. Because it would either be super short or it just won't feel natural. First off, most "arguments" is them teasing each other. See The Next Morning on AO3 for some of these teasing micro arguments. No real apologizing need for those. It's more playful banter between them.

So... what about a REAL argument? What if one of them hit a "sore" topic and it just spirals from there? Well, first you gotta consider these characters. You don't know Lyra's history yet, but like other Toriels there was an argument between her and her Asgore. And it was bad like with other Toriels. The thing is... hers was REALLY bad... so, she is more likely to back down and seek alternatives now. Or say, "Let us step away and come back later to discuss this with calmer heads."

She's not the only one like this. Nightmare, despite his seemingly disagreeable nature with most, does not like it when others are yelling at him. It kinda... brings back bad memories of nearly dying. Things he doesn't want to think about. Bare in mind, if he has all the figurative cards, sure, he'll engage in an argument, but it's more of a "I already won, and let me tell you why in a way that is most frustrating to you" sort of thing. (Unless it is Dream. Sibling code dictates he must argue with his twin brother at any point.) He also has few allies, and what few he has, he won't risk losing over a petty disagreement.

So, if the two were to argue, it would have to be something big. The two would likely not yell except maybe once or twice. That would signal to them both that they need to back down fir now. So, they would mutually agree that this is getting them no where and go their separate ways for a while. Each would think about it and offer solutions to their problem when they next meet. As to who would apologize first? That would depend on who escalated it first or who said the harshest comment if anything mean was said. Nightmare is not above admitting when he is wrong to those he is close to. For him, it is how he keeps his pride in check. As for Lyra, she's a responsible adult who knows she is not above mistakes and needs to be accountable for them. So, in all likelihood, the one feeling the most guilty for the argument would get their apology out first.

[fanfic-reader00]

Me, latino, 30°C or more everyday here, reading fics with cozy blankets, fuzzy socks and hot cocoa.

[chasing-the-rabit1]

Dudas existenciales

Comienzo a pensar en escribir un fic de el libro que me tiene obsesionada, pero ¿deberia dividirlo por capitulos?  ¿cuan extenso hacerlo, tres páginas es mucho o poco? ¿deberia hablar día por día?... demasiadas dudas, pero al menos tengo claro el tema Alex y Henry están en cuarentena en DC

[thirium-ink]

lines from a discarded draft for a request:

“I’m afraid I still don’t understand,” Connor said for the umpteenth time. He stood next to you, his torso bent in an almost perfect 45-degree angle to look down at the table, his hands clasped together over the small of his back. Even a month after the becoming deviant, after androids being declared alive, he still hadn’t lost the machine-like rigidity during normal social interaction.

You sighed, put the scissors down and tried to shake off a piece of wrapping paper that was stuck to your thumb, grumbling under your breath. It wasn’t your best job of wrapping the present, but it would do. You had gotten an old paperback edition of ‘Treasure Island’ for Hank, who’d told you once that he used to read this book when he was a boy.

“It’s human tradition to give presents at Christmas. Unless you decide not to, of course. And some don’t even celebrate Christmas but—”

“But Hank already knows this book.”

You chuckled. “It’s about the sentimental value, Connor. About the memories.”

Connor didn’t reply. Nervous to have somehow come across as brash, you looked up at him, only to see him with his head tilted to the side, his brows furrowed in that minuscule frown he still always wore when something confused him. Curiously, you craned your neck to look at his LED, but the android quickly ducked away.

“I’m not accustomed to Christmas traditions.”

You laughed. “It’s your first Christmas, Con. You’ll get used to it.”

He shrugged and watched you tie off the bow on the present and get up from your chair. You grabbed his hands and tugged him with you to the living room, where Sumo had climbed onto the couch, snoring quietly—his usual sleeping spot was occupied by the Christmas tree you had insisted on buying. It lit the room in a warm, cozy light and you placed the presents underneath, sighing in satisfaction.

It had taken you a lot of convincing to have Hank host the Christmas party at his place and invite his coworkers over. He hadn’t celebrated Christmas since Cole’s passing, but you had seen him glance at Connor with fondness. So when you suggested to do it for him, he had begrudgingly agreed.

“I don’t have a gift for Hank.” Connor frowned and his voice held a vulnerability you hadn’t expected.

“Connor, you gave him a son,” you replied and turned around, smiling at him, “he doesn’t need anything else.” You were sure you heard him swallow at that and his eyes glazed over with unshed tears. “Christmas is about family,” you added, “and we are your family.”

A/N: I’ve been trying to figure out this really cute mistletoe request, and naturally I got carried away writing the first draft but this scene was too cute not to share so oops