#sasha writes

[n0pepng]

Promises

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Izuna

Additional Tags: Fluff, childhood romance

Written for @tobiizusummer Day 5: Pinky Promises

─────────────────

Tobirama can't keep a conversation going to save his life.

Fortunately, Izuna can't shut up to save his life.

[stranger-detective]

Mike lifts his shoulders slightly. “Something to do with Will’s powers.”

Which is, of course, the other big development of the night. Robin’s newly adopted friend is not just cathartically learning to accept himself – he’s a superhero, apparently, which is absolutely insane and Robin is so proud of him but suddenly, abruptly, not even that is at the forefront of her mind anymore.

Because she knows she isn’t imagining the look on Mike’s face.

OR: In the aftermath of their run-in with Vecna, Robin begins to notice all the not-so-straight behaviors of a certain Wheeler boy.

[lasbrumas-archived]

SAINTLESS –– a wip introduction

❝ there were sinners, and then there were the de la Cruz. ❞

GENRES ; high fantasy, lgbtq+

DEMOGRAPHIC ; adult (na)

THEMES & TROPES ; familial curses, cities in the sky, vaguely steampunk, found family, magical realism, finding forgiveness, forgiving yourself, redemption, eldritch angels, gothic & catholic aesthetics

NARRATION/POV ; 3rd, multi pov

STATUS ; drafting

SYNOPSIS ;

Adelina Castillo de la Cruz is one of the infamous de la Cruz’s who live within the floating sky-city of Ascension. The family is cursed with mysterious afflictions the likes of which no doctor or priest can cure nor banish, and it’s said even one encounter with them can pass it to the unlucky bystander. To avoid trouble, Adelina hides behind her father’s surname and hides her affliction in layers of clothes.

But then her uncle goes missing the same night the Rot –– a mysterious entity that’s been slowly consuming other sky-cities –– first makes its presence known in Ascension. With her city and family in a panic, Adelina goes on a quest to discover the reason behind his disappearance and how it relates to the Rot. Joining her are her cousin, Emilio; Carlos, an orphan boy with mysterious ties to her family; and Salvador, an angel questioning his own faith. Plagued by their own curses and with time running out, what they will discover about themselves and their world may just be Ascension’s undoing.

CHARACTERS ;

☞ Adelina Castillo de la Cruz ; 25, with no life plan or goal. likes learning for the sake of learning and hates being asked what she’s doing with her life. hides from her responsibilities by going on adventures around the city. her curse makes her appearance difficult to remember and fuzzy, like looking at something from the corner of your eye.

☞ Emilio de la Cruz Sanchez ; 18, Adelina’s cousin and an avid scholar. avoids all forms of confrontation and decision-making. suffers from a curse which causes him to have a limited amount of words he can speak per day.

☞ Carlos Aguilar ; 18, orphaned at a young age with no clue who his parents are except for his name. currently lives at one of the smaller parishes in Ascension as ward and trainee to Padre. suffers from a curse which causes him to get lost often or to lose things. do not trust with a map.

☞ Salvador ; 1000s, one of the angels designated as a watcher to oversee the humans in Ascension. has a fondness for books, coffeeshops, and is allergic to sleep. if given the choice, he’d rather stay home. suffers from an unknown affliction.

[raider-of-the-lost-barks]

soooo i did a thing

tw: mentioned substance abuse AND tk kinda thinks about it again so yeah

somewhere between this is my friend tk and are we breaking up

____________

this is…. uh, my friend, tk

this phrase is probably going to hunt him in his dreams. no, scratch that, it is definitely going to haunt him.

"and you just left him there? at the farmer's market?" asks paul.

"i said i had to go," tk is sitting on the couch in paul's apartment. he didn't feel like going to his dad about it because the man literally almost died again. he could do without some more drama from his son.

however, tk also didn't trust himself to be alone in such a situation. he didn't use since new-york but who knows what his mind will get him to do. judd was so not the option as you don't talk to your elder brother about your boy problems. mateo certainly was not either. and out of marjan and paul… tk somehow found himself on the doorstep of paul's apartment.

"you had to go. really?"

"yes, really. i panicked, okay! i…" tk's voice breaks. because really what was he supposed to do? "i thought we were finally on the same page! i thought we were going serious! and now it turns out that he didn't even tell his parents about us?" tk is on the brink of a nervous breakdown, he can feel it just around the corner, waiting for him. the need for the substances is close behind. he hasn't felt like that since the new-york fiasco.

"tk!" paul's face is mere millimeters away. "stop it. you are overthinking and your breathing is way too fast."

"that… is a good idea"

"it is," paul gets up and gets a cup of water. "drink. and then talk. to me, not your inner voice."

tk downs the cup and gives it back. it feels like he swallowed all of his words together with the water.

"okay. let me start then," paul sits down on the couch beside tk, their knees and shoulders touching. "you freaked out because you suddenly found the two of you on different pages,right?" tk nods as the words are still stuck. "okay, so. do you know a possible reason for why carlos wouldn't talk to his parents about you? or more like why he wouldn't talk to them about having a boyfriend?"

and

it hits tk like a fucking train.

"oh my god. i'm an awful boyfriend!"

"what?" paul seems as shell-shocked as tk. "why would you say something like that? tk?"

"he…" and the dam is finally broken. "he let me choose the pace with which we were going and here i am! being all pushy and… and… and self-centered… and an asshole in general… and-"

"we are done with and's." paul's arms circle tk in a hug. "you are an amazing being and an even better boyfriend."

"but… carlos isn't ready for such a step and here i was trying to get him to let me meet his parents!"

"hey," paul hugs him a bit tighter. "you didn't know. and carlos never told you about it. you are not at fault here."

and if tk thought the dam broke a couple of minutes back, he knows that that was just a sample. the tears come out of nowhere and don't seem to be ending soon. he is shaking and crying and there is snot on paul's shoulder now. still, the other only holds him tight and doesn't intend on letting go.

after some time which could be minutes or hours for all that tk cares, he's finally calming down. paul leans back but still keeps his arms on tk.

"look at me," tk brings up his gaze and he can see just how serious paul is. "you know what you need to do right now? go to carlos and talk. there is only one way to find out why carlos did the thing he did. so talk to him, alright?"

"okay, yeah, you are right. just as always."

"exactly. as always."

there is a smirk on paul's face that finds itself a friend on tk's own face.

and suddenly tk understands one crucial thing.

he doesn't want to turn to the substances. not when he has such great friends.

[aureliobooks]

Sasha’s Untitled Collection of Surrealist Horror-Comedy.

channel 58 --

a mining ship comes under attack, and a mechanic barricades himself in the communications bay with nothing but a radio. as the ship slowly falls from orbit toward a planet without breathable air, two strangers have a conversation from different sides of the galaxy.

“What are you going to do?”

“No idea,” Lincoln breathed. The planet loomed in the viewport, and the busted proximity alarm sparked in the corner. “But you know what, Rose? If I’m really about to die, at least I’ve got a damn good view.”

dead of winter --

in a cabin nestled in the mountains, two teens find themselves with only one channel on the television and herds of white deer outside their door. this is normal, right?

“If you open that door, I swear I’ll kill you.”

“It isn’t that bad,” he muttered. “It’s negative sixteen degrees out, sure, but who cares? The worst thing out here is the cold. We’ve got nothing to worry about.”

hell is open --

there’s a demon in that house on the end of the street, the devil loiters at the bar, and sometimes the guests that enter the casino down the highway don’t come back out. welcome to bluesprings. we hope you enjoy your stay.

Even though it was all I knew, the desert could get quite boring when your best conversation partner was the Devil and your second best was a man that wasn't quite human that always asked you for a smoke at the overpass. I think I would have taken nearly any job I was offered if it let me spend time with this newcomer.

[spacedout-ace]

The Fan’s Boys

This is based off the Fanboy!AU that @jordansgreenshorts, @itsramen, an Anon on Shorts’ Tumblr and myself created about SyndiShotSparklez. (1711 Words)

Jordan Maron, also known as CaptainSparklez on Tumblr, was the biggest fan of a YouTube series named ‘Mianite’. Anything collectible you could find, you could guarantee that Jordan already had on the day it came out, he had posters stuck up on his bedroom walls, a couple shelves on a bookcase dedicated to his Mianite figurines, a section on his wardrobe that only had Mianite t-shirts hung up neatly – ordered by the different YouTubers of course – and lastly, his two prized possessions.  Nadeshot and Syndicate body pillows that were proudly laid on his double bed, one either side so that he could lay in between the two YouTubers. Obsessive was a word that Jordan had heard himself being described as, Creep was another, but Jordan brushed that all off as he sat at his desk drawing another picture of Nadeshot and Syndicate hugging his own character who looked remarkably like himself. His eyes flicking to look up at the plushies on his desk smiling at him, a rush of excitement went through him. In just twelve hours he would be meeting the two men he had fallen so incredibly hard for, he sighed and ran his fingers through the short, tangled, black curls of hair on his head.

‘I need a break’ Jordan thought to himself before standing up and stretching his body, clicking noises filled the room as he had been hunched over for some time now. He jogged downstairs to grab a bottle of water quietly before using the bathroom and plopping back into his desk chair, he clicked onto Tumblr and scrolled through it, not paying full attention to it. That is until he saw in big, bold, black letters: Mianite Harem Visual Novel. Jordan sat up straight and furrowed his brows as he read through the post, how had he missed this? A wide grin soon took over his face as he downloaded it excitedly, leg bouncing as he couldn’t sit still anymore. An almost silent giggle escaping him as he opened it up and clicked new game, the alarm clock beside him reading ‘1:13 AM’

The clock now read ‘3:42 AM’ and Jordan was finally finishing up his third play through, he had found out that there was a secret ending and he just had to find it before going to sleep and that’s exactly what he did. He sat with headphones on listening to Nadeshot’s voice actor tell him how he had fallen for him, while Syndicate’s voice actor agreed and told him more or less the same thing. This is all Jordan had ever wanted to hear, his two idols tell him that they were utterly in love with him. With pinks cheeks, Jordan saved the play through and shut the program down, his art popping back up that he had completely forgotten about. He bit his lip in thought before shaking his head at himself, saving the file and closing the computer down completely.

‘I don’t need more art to show them, I have folder full already’ He mused with a soft chuckle, stripping off his shirt and shorts before crawling into bed and wrapping his arms around Syndicate’s waist and resting his head on his chest sleepily. He took a deep breath as he shut his eyes and cuddled into the pillow with the blanket, slipping into sleep with the reminder of needing to update one of his many fanfictions in the morning.

Jordan made himself look as best as he could when he was shaking in anticipation, his hair styled perfectly into his little quiff, a black Syndicate t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He was stood chatting to a girl who he had planned on meeting up with at the meet-up, Jordan couldn’t help but blush as people recognized him from the picture he posted before he left saying that he was going and to say hi if they wanted to. People praised him for his art, both on his main blog and on his not so secret nsfw art blog, and sometimes requested him to draw things, he just smiled and nodded along as he was a little too shy to really speak to all the new people. Syndicate and Nadeshot stood together as they spoke to one girl who was grinning and talking so fast it was hard to understand whatever she was talking about, they posed for pictures and hugged before she walked away and squealed about it to her small group of friends who were waiting for her. Fan after fan walked up, had their conversation, took pictures and hugged the two men before leaving, the queue in front of Jordan slowly shortened and he felt his nerves get worse and worse as his fingers tugged and scrunched the corners of the plastic wallets inside his folder that was pressed close to his chest.

‘What if they hate it, what if I’m not good enough, what if they like I’m weird?’ Jordan’s mind panicked and short fused as tears gathered in his eyes and he felt like he couldn’t move or breathe anymore, his friend was before him so he had no one to help him relax and the pushing crowd wasn’t helping in the slightest. Jordan’s friend walked away and they both glanced over to see the smaller man trembling with tears running down his cheeks looking terrified and freaked out, Nadeshot led the other over to him as he placed on hand on Jordan’s shoulder. Seeing that the boy had completely gone into shock Nade hugged the boy as Syndicate told the rest of the fans that they’d be back in a few moments after they had calmed Jordan down, Nade helped him walk behind the building they were next to and Jordan just lent into Nade slightly.

“Hey there buddy, what’s your name?” Nadeshot cooed as he helped Jordan sit down and he sat in front of him with a gentle smile to keep him relaxed as Syndicate followed what Nade was doing as it seemed he knew what he was doing with the fan.

“J-Jo-Jordan” He managed to stammer out so they both smiled and nodded, Syndicate leaning forward to hug him and Jordan just crumbling and crying into him as he hugged him back. Jordan had imagined this moment for so long and now they’re right in front of him, holding him and caring for him, it was all too much for him and his sudden panic attack had shaken him up badly.

“As I’m sure you already knew, I’m Matt and this is Tom. Can I ask what this is?” He tapped the folder Jordan had dropped when he hugged Tom, he peeled himself away and picked the book up, his cheeks turning pink as he held it out with shaking hands for Matt to take and look at. He gently took it and opened it to see a picture Jordan had drawn of Tom and Matt with their arms around each other’s shoulders grinning, the two YouTubers flicked through the art as they grinned and pointed at some excitedly “Is this you?” He asked pointing to Jordan’s own character making him blush harder and nod as he found it hard to meet either set of brown eyes looking down at him, the night sent reading and writing fanfiction, not to mention some of the things he had drawn, about them contributing to his shyness.

“These are fucking amazing Jordan! You’re an awesome artist” Tom praised him and Matt heartily agreed which just led to Jordan feeling lightheaded and dizzy as he slumped back against the brick wall, Tom squeaking in shock as Matt ran off to grab a bottle of water for him, helping Jordan to tilt his head slightly and carefully aiding him to drink.

“Easy Jordan, don’t need you fainting on us… You know we’re just normal people, we’re just like you, it’s okay. Don’t think of us as these people who are held so much higher than you, we’re nothing amazing, just some guys who play Minecraft” Matt coaxed him as Jordan built enough strength to take the bottle and finish it before collecting himself, he wiped back the tears that were sat on his rosy cheeks. Both of them hugged Jordan tightly and he cuddled up to the pair affectionately while he tried to sort out his stressed brain, Jordan didn’t realize that tears were slipping down his face again until Tom was wiping them away again and encouraging him to stop.

“I-I’m sorry I messed up, I-I think I just got overwhelmed and I was scared you wouldn’t like me or my art” He finally admitted with his dropped, voice sounding weak and fragile before he felt a hand tilt his head up and lips press the burning skin of his cheeks as Tom and Matt had just kissed him, only burning his face redder as he gasped and looked at them shocked.

“It’s fine cutie, now dry those tears and let’s get back there yeah?” Tom cheered energetically making the younger giggle and smile before nodding timidly, Matt and Tom either side of him as they helped him up and Matt was holding onto Jordan’s folder.

They led him by the hand so the crowd burst into cheers as people started calling his name, he looked confused but saw Erin and a couple of the others he had met leading the crowd to cheer for him. Matt and Tom lifting his hands up in victory while he just blushed and smiled, hearing a thousand phones take his picture embarrassingly.

They hugged and took pictures before Jordan waved at the pair as Erin dragged him away, Jordan practically beaming and skipping along beside her after a moment. She begged him for details but he just smirked and repeated that it was his secret that he only shared with his two idols… That night while Jordan was finishing off the picture from the previous night he heard his phone ping as he got a text, confused he looked over to see an unknown number with the message.

‘Someone was a hopeful little artist xx - Tom and Matt’

He had completely forgotten that he wrote his contact details in the back of the folder.

[bigbrotherlouis]

i don’t even know anymore but i’m not not into it

[buckley911]

Just when I think that it’s impossible for Miles to take a cuter photo than any he’s already taken, he proves me wrong.