You Absolutely Roasted Councilmen In The Beginning And I Was Not Ready For That

You absolutely roasted Councilmen in the beginning and I was not ready for that

TSS Snippet: Garden Fire

Aka, ‘Let Aspen Say Fuck’ Scenario #2:

Emry was on the cusp of drifting into a lovely nap- on a sun-warmed couch and just after having a snack, no less- when the smell of smoke jarred his nose.

For a moment, he considered ignoring it. He hadn’t touched the fireplace recently, had lit no candles. Surely everything was fine, and these cushions were just so nice and warm-

 “Fuck!”

He jolted up and fell off the sofa.

 “Aspen?” His head whipped around for the source of the curse. He couldn’t hear any footsteps inside the house, nor an echo of their voice in the halls- they must be in the garden. With a groan, he scrambled to his feet and sprinted outside.

 “What’s happening- Aspen!” He skidded to a halt at the back door.

The rose bushes were on fire, and Aspen was darting between them and the birdbath in the center of the garden, cupping water in their hands and tossing it onto the burning leaves. The splashes fizzled and smoked with all the effectiveness of a Councilman’s thoughts and prayers.

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April Prompts Day 4 - easter egg

Featuring: Bella and Freddie

Freddie heard a faint whistling from the stairs, matched with a rhythmic tap of someone coming. He groaned, recognising the footsteps. Replacing a vial in its stand he wheeled back on his sleek office chair. To call it an office chair was an understatement. After establishing himself enough resources to be relatively independent he started putting funds to what someone affectionately called his supervillain chair. It had wide armrests for coffee, and a luxuriously tall back for dramatic reveals. It curved at the top, making half an egg and simultaneously a good place to hide when jammed against a wall.

The melody peaked with the footsteps and a slight figure stood shadowed in the doorway.

"So," the voice was melodic, dusty, and feminine, but the word was commanding and perfectly articulated, almost cocky. The lurker had power and they knew it. "You're still working today."

He scoffed, "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because it's a holiday for most people, pipsqueak," they drawled.

"Don't call me that," he squawked. "And I don't need holidays. I have work to do. Villainous projects."

"You know, you're not as intimidating as you think you are," they teased.

"Neither are you," he shot back, "Scarlet Maiden."

Scarlet Maiden, also known as Anabella, frowned and stepped into the light. She wore a white graphic tee, embellished with a small galaxy on it and chunky black jeans, armed with at least half a dozen pockets. She made a small noise of disapproval, "Not with that name I'm not, pipsqueak." She ignored his protests. "The Crimson Programmer however, holds more power. Doesn't it make you shiver?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I think you're just a dork."

She swept an arm over his area cluttered with beakers, vials and containers. "Look who's talking! I could shut off 73% of your equipment right now," she threatened.

"And lose such a valuable flow of cash?"

"Please. I've been doing this for years, you're not my only client."

"Maybe, but I have to-"

"Look," Bella interrupted, "we could do this all day. But we both have things to attend to. So here, take this and I'll relieve you of my presence." She walked forward and placed something thumb-sized wrapped in cerulean foil.

"What is it?" He turned it over in his hand and held it up to the light. 

Her eyes widened, "Are you serious? Did you even have a childhood?"

Freddie leveled a glare at her. She rolled her eyes in response.

"It's an Easter egg. Considering that's what the Christian world is celebrating up there. It's chocolate."

He wrinkled his nose, "Really? And the purpose of this is…"

"Fun," Bella shrugged. "Kids look for them and then gorge themselves on them. Just enjoy it and don't think too hard about it." She ruffled his hair and strode out, once again ignoring his indignation.

He huffed and stuck out his tongue at her retreating combat boots. Curious, he unwrapped the foiled egg, depositing the foil scraps in a small waste basket. He popped it in his mouth. Average. It was nothing compared to the chocolate his mother used to buy on rare occasions. But then again, German chocolate was a hard standard to match. Still, it was a sweet gesture. He cringed at the unintentional pun, but let a smile grace his lips as he turned back to his work.

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That's brilliant

Okay, so Lev and Evgeny own an academy, and I realized that it's quite expensive - like, before you start getting tuition money, you still have to build/buy a building, the land around it, employ people, etc. But my idiots aren't the type to have a lot of money, and even if they did they'd probably waste it instead of saving up. So I needed a convenient way to have them get the money.

Long story short, it's now official that at some point the two threatened a prophet into giving them a run-down of each century's easy cash grab. The academy is built on the money they got from investing in Apple.

zodiac writing asks!

aries: when have you felt the most confident in your writing? when have you felt the least confident?

taurus: how long will you spend on a story or scene before you give up?

gemini: how often will your plot change throughout the course of writing?

cancer: how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?

leo: what things will show up in every book you write? do you ever feel like a one-trick pony?

virgo: are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

libra: how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?

scorpio: how much research did you have to do for your current wip? what was the weirdest thing you had to google?

sagittarius: do you find your writing humorous? do you have any comic relief characters? what do you do if a scene gets too serious?

capricorn: what does your writing schedule look like? how often does it take you to write a chapter?

aquarius: what is the most unique thing about your current wip?

pisces: how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

It’s International Asexuality Day!!!!

Learning more about what being ace means to me and embracing that part of myself is one of the most liberating things I have ever experienced.

Being ace is wonderful!

Asexuality is beautiful!

Happy International Asexuality Day to all of the ace folks out there! I love you! 💜