Oh, Those Two Are So Soft For Each Other. I Love It

Oh, those two are so soft for each other. I love it

~sweet dreams~

characters: juni, nyx

word count: 1042

hurt/comfort

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Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, the rhythm like music to her ears as Juni lay wide awake in the hospital room. Darkness surrounded her, pressing in on all sides, almost suffocating in its completeness. The only light came from the ancient face of the pale moon as it streamed in through the parted curtains, battling against the dark shadows of the room in a losing battle. Unlike a few hours before, her heartbeat felt strong, the blood rushing through her veins normally once again. 

If Juni closed her eyes, she could almost imagine the room around her was her bedroom. That is, if it weren’t for the beeping of machines, and the tube in her arm, and the soft snoring of her dads from the chairs at the foot of the bed. She breathed in, trying to focus on something- anything- to block her mind from drifting to dark places full of fear and dread and-

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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.

Gemini and cancer? For the zodiac asks

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

I usually outline heavily before I write, so the plot doesn’t change drastically, but I do change the timing of some things!

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

Emotional scenes take me a very, very long time to write- it’s 90% staring at the screen and thinking about what happens, thinking about the proper dialogue, what feels right, etc, and 10% jotting it down when I’m happy-ish with it. And yes, I totally feel what the characters are feeling!

thanks so much for the asks!!

would you like to tell everyone aunt jetta’s origin story? it is a wonderful one~

(thank you for helping me find this)

So.... at the beginning of when Briar and I developing all our characters, I decided that Nyx (Briar’s character) had a too sad backstory. I “requested an aunt” so she wouldn’t be so alone. Dawn already existed at this point (albeit unnamed if memory serves me correctly) so Aunt Jetta was attached to her.

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

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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