#tanosoka

[estherroberts]

fmkin patty, lucretia, and the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home

patty is fuck, obviously. she’s above human institutions like marriage and seeing as she’s immortal, would only be depressing for both of us. and i wouldn’t dare kin an eldritch god.

now this is when it gets tricky. because i would absolutely marry either of them in a heartbeat. i think ultimately i have more in common with lucretia though, so kin her and marry the fowwliyh 👍🏻

[clairelutra]

ladynoir and science

when they enter college, ladybug knows exactly what chat is taking that semester, whether she wants to or not. she’s not sure how he manages to maintain his grades when he seems to spend every single class just thinking up pickup lines.

like, the sciences are obvious enough—physics involves heat and movement and biology is, well, biology, but then he takes a grammar intensive and teases her about parantheticals, of all things.

ladybug ends up taking a language class just so she can hit on him in broken spanish without him knowing it and get back at him for what he’s been putting him through.

send me a character/ship and a word for a headcanon

[summerwoodsmoke]

all this and heaven too

by @estherroberts​ and @tanosoka​

chapter two: the dating game

fandom: ars paradoxica

content: rated g, sally/esther/bridget, post season 2 finale, lots of conversations about Feelings and lots of gay bullshit

masterpost

A disembodied voice booms, making Sally jump. “Welcome to the Dating Game!” The announcement is quickly followed by uproarious applause.

The what? Sally thinks. And why does that voice sound like Wyatt’s? Looking around, she realizes she’s sitting on a brightly colored stage, facing a live studio audience. To her left, Bridget smiles and waves at the crowd. To her right, there is a small table littered with index cards, and on the other side of it, Esther. Also, Jack Wyatt is there. And he happens to be sporting a truly hideous white suit and holding a long, thin mic.

Sally attempts to telepathically message Esther as quickly and as loudly as she can: MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH ME ESTHER; PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IS HAPPENING, but Esther is oblivious to her call for help, and waves at the audience too.

“Fuck it,” Sally mumbles, and hams it up for the crowd. She doesn’t know what she’s doing here, but she might as well enjoy herself.

read the rest on ao3!

[moon-pizza-action]

Characters to Whom I Relate

Tagged by @tanosoka and idk what other rules there are. If you see this, consider yourself tagged!

Joan Bright, The Bright Sessions

Listen, if you’re a big sister, you can relate to Joan probably. I may have postponed my PhD in psychology for a few years while I get my health under control, but my goal is still to be in Joan’s job someday. And I would definitely recruit my patients into a secret army if I had to do it to save my little brother. I don’t drink scotch but I do drink wine and honestly I do drink it at work sometimes too (when I’m recording at home, not anything else, lol). RED WINE IS GOOD FOR DRYING OUT YOUR MOUTH, DON’T JUDGE! lol

Holly, Oakpodcast

I don’t think I could cut it as a Marine very well (something Holly and I have in common), but I could maybe be okay as a hacker. And we’ve been through some similar trauma and similar life stuff, especially this whole extreme poverty deal, lol. I also date terrible people and nerd out about sci fi and drink too much and feed cheeseburgers to cats and have meltdowns at the library. I love Holly but also I hope my life goes a lot better than hers.

Oak, Oakpodcast

I think I relate way more to Oak than Holly? I’m kind of both of them. But listen, if anyone hurt my girlfriend or sister or anyone close to me like that, yeah, I would go on a vengeance-fueled murder rampage too. But sometimes you’ve just gotta step back and let that person fight their own battles, or else in the process of trying to make them feel better, you could destroy their whole life. Well-intentioned but still shitty. Been there. I’m not really the “WOO LET’S JUMP OUT OF AIRPLANES!!!” type but I’d at least try speed if I didn’t have heart problems. And I like to think I’m okay at leading teams. 

Antigone Funn, Wooden Overcoats

Listen, I would never leave the house except for movie night either. Homebodies working from home and reading porn rather than dating, UNITE. Also I don’t brush my hair a lot, and I make the most ridiculous jokes to my crushes, and I know my way around a corpse thanks to lots of anatomy and physiology labs, so hey!

[bookofmormonmemes]

(answering these all at once cus im lazy)

@tanosoka @eleveri @justthatspiffy @ayaad-tumbling akshjkfldgaksdfjh thank you very much i work hard on them

@tenlongfingers only the best for my faithful friends [finger guns]

[dunnetwins]

stragan and 3am

He gives up on sleeping at somewhere around 2:38 am, swearing under his breath and he collects his keys and decides to try and get some coffee at the diner in town that’s open all night. The last thing he expects to see is Alex, looking just as tired and just as surprised when the finally looks up and sees him standing at the door.

She gestures him over, and he hesitates for a moment before sitting down in the booth next to her, feeling unexpectedly relieved to not have to spend the night alone.

1.) Give me a pairing.2.) Give me a prompt.3.) I will write you a three-sentence fic.

[jessaminelovelace]

stragan and dancing

“Dr. Strand,” Alex huffs out a laugh at the pathetic placement of his hand much, much higher than it should be on her back, like he’s afraid that if he puts it lower her ass will bite (which it won’t, she thinks, unless this place has put some sort of curse on her) “it’s okay.” 

He doesn’t move his hand any lower, but his eyes crinkle at the corners in silent amusement, a quality of of his that she’s recently come to admire, along with the conspiracy beard — and god, she can’t believe she actually misses the conspiracy beard. 

“I don’t really think proper dancing technique is in question at the moment, Alex,” he murmurs, gaze flicking towards where Nic is currently attempting to read through a horribly decrepit latin spell-book, and Alex snorts in agreement.

send me a pairing + a prompt and i’ll write you a three-sentence fic !!

[arkvdy]

sally/chet and blushing~

ALYO SHA !

(you have no idea how hard it was to jam pack everything into 3 sentences)

He knows it must be the end of the world because she’s in the car with him and she’s smiling, not shouting at him or crying. By the time he snaps out of it, she has asked him a question that he never heard, and he is reminded painfully of the time he tried to take a girl out in the seventh grade (and couldn’t get ten words out the whole evening). He cranks open the window hoping she won’t notice but she does, and the grin she gives him in response – that darned goofy grin! – just makes everything worse.

send me a pairing and prompt and i’ll write you a three-sentence fic!