#tflatte

[gingerly-writing]

love your work! could i get a set of prompts for a villain who doesn't want to hurt anyone, so they turned to villainy because they have a really dangerous power and thought it would keep people away from them, and a hero trying to convince them the hero can help them?

thank you for commissioning! I’m really happy with these (such a good premise!) so I hope you like them too!

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“Villains don’t have friends. This status keeps people away from me.”“It’s not keeping me away.”“That’s because you are singularly incapable of taking a hint.”The hero had to smile. “Be that as it may, I’m here. I’m here, and I want to help you.”“That might be your final mistake.”

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“Let me help you!”“Let me make my own choices! Don’t you get it? Don’t you think I’ve tried this before? Haven’t you read my files? The heroes that died- that I killed? Didn’t you wonder what happened to them?” The villain’s eyes shone with tears. “Don’t you think they tried to save me too?”“It would be different-”The villain shook their head. “That’s what they all said.”

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“I’m a monster-”“Monsters want to hurt people. You don’t.”“Like intent makes a difference? People are still dead. It doesn’t matter if an animal is scared or evil -if it hurts people, it gets put down. It has to be put down.”Realisation dawned. “You’re not just a villain because you want to keep people away. You’re trying to attract heroes. You’re trying to attract a death sentence.”

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thank you for commissioning these! if anyone else would like to commission a prompt set my kofi is here <3

[rioifyoucanhearme]

lupcretia for H or K :3

K. On the edge of consciousness for @tflatte

You could swim through the humidity on this plane. It’s not hot, not too hot, but the nights are sticky and sweaty.

It gets baked off during the days, so a lot of the crew have taken to sleeping in the middle of the day and working through the night, except for the twins, who’ve taken to not sleeping at all. Which is interesting, since the last time they meditated as a habit, they were children. 

This day has gone on far too long, in Lucretia’s professional opinion. She’d spent a good chunk of the day by the lake, documenting a type of flower that only blooms at night, touching up sketches she’d made in the pre-dawn, when they were open and glowing soft blue in stead of the moon which had already set. In the night, Lup had plucked one and tucked it behind her ear, and said she was, “totally smokin’, babe.” And the thought of it made her want to fill pages of her journal with nothing but this flower. She’d drawn the elf an embarrassing number of times. With the moon-flowers braided into her hair, tucked behind her ears, held between soft fingers- enough times that she had to tear a few pages out and hide them away somewhere.

There’s another handful of pages pinned under her closed journal, the corners fluttering in the breeze that comes off the water, cooling the hillside she’d chosen to recline on to something bearable. Lucretia closes her eyes, and she drifts. 

She becomes passingly aware of an arm under her head at some point, and she’s got no idea how much time has passed, but the light has faded enough that in her head she can see the soft pastel colors of sunset, painting the sky, painting the water, painting Lup’s face, which she can feel pressed against her hair. Like a dream. Lucretia can feel her warm, steady breath blowing against her shoulder, and when she shifts closer, she can feel the quiet, quick exhale that comes with a smile spreading across Lup’s face. She doesn’t have to open her eyes to see anything, especially not the way her face looks when she sleeps, like she’s finally resting after a thousand years of fight.

It’s dark when Lucretia wakes again, and the humidity is back in full force, so that her arm sticks to Lup’s belly where it had fallen. She peels it off, slowly, because the elf is still sleeping- and Lucretia knows they don’t need to sleep, but she’s so peaceful and quiet, she couldn’t forgive herself for waking something so comfortable. She rolls onto her side in the soft grass, the wind blowing through her hair like whispering romance, and she finds the spot in Lup’s side where she fits perfectly without bothering to open her eyes.

[askjaelyn]

you have big orc energy

Thank you Kiera for my life. I appreciate it

[tinwomanrunaway]

1 and 5 for the fanfic ask meme

Hey hey! Thanks for sending me Work Distractions! :-)

1. So this is not a TAZ thing (I’m pleased with most of the TAZ stuff I’ve done, though realistically they all could’ve done with a more thorough edit, but ah well), but by far the best thing I’ve ever written imo is Women’s Work, a very angry Fallout 4 fic. It was…honestly barely even a fic, more like a thinly-veiled rant about how Fallout insisted on giving every other male character a Tragically Dead Wife and Isn’t That Sad For Them, That These Women Died? But it was so satisfying to bring these women back to life, kill their husbands, and give them their male-counterparts narratives. Probably unsurprisingly it’s my least-read fic by a wide margin, lol, being that it’s not at all sexy and focuses on characters that only I and like two other friends love, but I’m immensely proud of how it turned out.

5. I already got this one, but I’m answering it again because I am a wild desert pony who runs free always and also has about a thousand headcanons that haven’t/might not ever make it into fic. So yes, another idea that I desperately cling to is that post-canon, Magnus is the only one who really gets death. He’s the first to truly forgive Lucretia, even if he doesn’t understand how she could’ve done it (Taako being the opposite in a really interesting way, actually – he understands, if Lup hadn’t disappeared probably wouldn’t even been that upset, but anyone who takes Lup away is Enemy Number One for a long, long time), partly because he understands that they are going to die one day. Both of them way sooner than anyone else. She will die, and then it’ll be too late to fix anything between them. I imagine him trying to talk to Taako and Davenport, and especially to a blupcretia-universe Barry, and Barry is angry and hurt but doesn’t really get it either. She’ll be dead soon, Magnus says urgently. She’ll be dead, and you won’t. How can you not see that? There’s never enough time, not anymore. 

Magnus thinks about Julia a lot when these conversations happen – they weren’t together long enough to have any major fights, never got the chance to hurt each other this badly, but he likes to think if they had, they would’ve forgiven each other the well-intentioned, terrible mistakes they surely would’ve made.

[skippyin]

Hey so uhhhhh after posting this and this me and @tflatte got talking and wound up creating a pretty cool TAZ Monster AU.

She’s writing a Really Awesome Fic and I highly recommend you guys check it out because we’ve got some cool ideas we’ve been bouncing back and forth and are very excited to share it with you all. Just a heads up though, minor spoilers for the Stolen Century.

[tanoraqui]

Girl Genius

(also for @asukaskerian and @avoid-avoidance!)

funniest moment: “:D :D :D” (bottom row, center panel)

heartbreakingest moment: Oggie crying because he never really thought they’d find a Heterodyne again, and they did.

heartwarmingest moment: Gil and Tarvek running the Empire together for like 30 seconds

most badass moment: I know I should have something of Agatha’s here but honestly, “I AM GILGAMESH WULFENBACH AND I AM IN CONTROL!” is the song of my heart

most…okay, you know how I sometimes scream excitedly about things like narrative parallels or intricately constructed plot arcs? top moment for that: hm, I did say I would reference single instances…when Gil woke Tarvek and they reunion-hugged, and the panel placement was evocative of when Agatha tackle-hug reunioned with Gil

[tradeable]

Lydia is screaming because Edward won't stop telling people embarrassing childhood stories about her.

She used to be a tomboy, can you believe that?

[lakesandquarries]

for the ask meme: frisk, sans, magnus, merle, taako, 14

14. Leave in charge of my home while I’m away

okay in order of worst to best:5. merle. i come home and there’s garbage everywhere. my bathtub is filled with dirt. there are plants in the sink. i am in hell4. sans. he just doesn’t even show up3. frisk. they aren’t great at watching the house but they feed the cats and do the dishes and shit2. taako. everything’s a mess and there’s dishes up to the ceiling buuuut there’s also a huge homecooked meal so it’s cool1. magnus. he builds me a new bedframe and three bookcases and a dining table and chairs