Mini Requests!

Mini Requests!

So, to get back into the spirit of writing, I’ll be doing mini requests! They are gonna be super short, only a few paragraphs max, but I’m doing requests again! You send me sentence prompts (two sentences max per request please) and the characters you want (max 4 ) & if you want it to be romantic leave the ship name also! I know a lot of people have really good, detailed requests that I’ve been working on, but I’ve lost a lot of motivation due to recent events. But don’t worry, I’m going to get them finished as soon as possible. Feel free to choose the characters, sizes [g/t], ship, and if you wanna go ahead and ask for fluff or angst.

ex 1) “It Doesn’t have to be this way.” With Roman & Deceit [Rociet]

ex 2) “It doesn’t have to be this way.” Roman and Deceit

ex 3) “It doesn’t have to be this way.” tiny! Roman & giant! deceit! [Roceit Fluff]

Everyone’s lives changed when they were discovered: Tiny people.

They were given rights, just as any human would, but with a few exceptions. Their tiny size makes it hard to have a good job. Most of the time, they are enlisted to help the mentally disabled, or children in hospitals. A bunch of safety measures are taken, but there aren’t any other options for the little guys. Tiny people are also known for their powerful empathy, so depressed people recover more often with a tiny person.

If they don’t feel safe, they can tell their protector. A protector is someone that makes sure the tiny people aren’t abused or killed. Mainly because they are an endangered species.

"I need to stop asking questions." With a giant!Deceit and Tiny!Virgil and Tiny!Remus (Fluff?)

[Click here] Here you go!

I need to stop asking questions. (Deceit, Virgil, & Remus)

In the darker side of the mindscape, it was quiet. Too quiet. Even with the other two dark sides being about as tall as his thumb, it was still eerily silent. He slowly stood up from the couch, walking around with his eyes on the ground. Where are they? Why is it so damn quiet, it’s never this quiet. At that moment, there was a loud crash coming from the kitchen and Dee ran in, groaning at what he saw. “Of course you two did this.”

Sitting on the counter was Virgil and Remus, covered in cookie crumbs from the cookies Dee had baked the other day. The cookie jar was in ruins on the floor along with random cookie crumbs and chocolate chips. They look up at him, Remus grinning brightly and Virgil looking like a deer in headlights.

“What on Earth did you two do!?” Dee asked, summoning a broom and dustpan, bending down onto the floor to sweep up the glass shards and cookie crumbs.

“We got cookies!” Remus chirped, shoving a massive chocolate chip in his face.

“Sorry Dee. We….kinda made a mess,” Virgil mumbled, ducking his head as he slowly ate a smaller crumb. “Don’t be mad.”

“I….I’m not mad,” he informed after a moment, waving away the mess. “But I want to know why you did this. You could of just asked me for help, you know that, right?”

“We wanted to do it ourselves!” Remus piped up, getting chocolate all over his face. 

Dee groaned, reaching out and plucking both of them up, cleaning up the counters. “ I need to stop asking questions. Come on, you both need a bath.”

“No way!” Remus whined, squirming and trying to get away, while Virgil sat calmly in Dee’s hand.

“Remus, calm down now,” Dee ordered, pushing the dark creativity down. “Just accept the bath and I’ll make more cookies afterwards, deal?”

Remus took a moment, a long, long moment, before grinning. “Deal! But they better be extra extra extra good!”

Dee chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Of course Remus, I’ll make them extra good for you.”

“No! They have to be extra extra extra good! Come on, super duper good!”

“Fine, they will be extra extra extra good, I promise.”

This is an appreciation post for the fanfic authors who aren’t included on rec lists

For the fanfic authors who don’t get art of their fics

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For the fanfic authors who write rarepairs or gen fics

For the fanfic authors who get hate for the ships/characters/fandoms they write

For the fanfic authors who write in English despite it not being their first language

For the fanfic authors who don’t write in English

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For the fanfic authors who only write one ship

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For the fanfic authors who write to vent or cope

For the fanfic authors who are just waiting for their big break

Keep creating, I love you ❤️

Title game: The Shadow Prince

Virgil sat on his throne, lounging back and messing with his phone. He kicked his feet, before he heard footsteps entering the room. He looked up, to see a knight wearing silver armor and a red sash across his chest.

“I have come to vanquish you, Shadow Prince! You’re reign of terror has come to an- hey! What did I say about phones?!” Roman cried out, huffing.

Virgil rolled his eyes and waved his phone away, pretending it didn’t exist. “Oh knight, you’re bravery amuses me, but today you shall perish,” he deadpanned, standing up and waving his hand.

“Haha! I will vanquish you de-ah!” He cried out when he was flung into the wall. “Virgil! I wasn’t do-hey!” He rolled away from the massive boulder that was heading for him. “Let me fin- ISH!” He ducked when the throne itself was thrown, almost landing on top of him.

“Sorry Princey, I can’t hear you~” He purred, throwing a ball of dark magic at him, watching Roman rolling and dodging everything he threw at the prince. He continued, walking closer to him. “You’re so funny, you know? It’s adorable when you-” He cut off with a squeak when the prince charged at him, knocking him back so he fell onto the floor, Roman hovering over him.

“Finally!” Roman gasped, his face flushed. “God damn will you let me finish my speech now?” He was stopped when Virgil pulled him down and pressed their lips together. He sighed, leaning in and brushing back the emo’s hair.

When Virgil pulled away, he was smirking up at Roman. “No, I don’t think so. I’d rather you be quiet and kiss me or go back to being a trick monkey for me.”

Roman paused, before shrugging. “Kisses it is, I suppose.” He pressed their lips together once more, this kiss being sweeter than the first. One of these days he was going to get Virgil to play properly, but until then he would continue to kiss his boyfriend and give him every bit of affection he could.