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Awwwwww (I’m sorry I just had to write this but I doubt I did it justice!)

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“The arms.”

“Excuse me?” Deciet looked down the brim of his nose at Roman, expressionless save for the slightly smug smile that seemed to adorn his face at all times.

“I want to see them,” the prince huffed, looking about three seconds away from rolling his eyes. “All of them. Can you show me?”

“I don’t know... can I?” Deciet drawled in return, if only to aggravate the dramatic man in front of him. He was quite cute when he was angry, his face flushed a bright red that complimented his sash so very well...

Roman really did roll his eyes then, before hesitating. He scrunched his eyes closed for a moment before speaking again. “...Please?” The word seemed to pain him, and this only caused Deciet’s smirk to grow.

Very slowly, Deciet raised his arms from his sides, watching the way Roman’s eyes carefully followed his movement. He hesitated for only a moment more. Was he really about to do this?

Romans eyes were bright as he watched, his expression something akin to hopeful. Deciet could feel himself give in, and he had to stifle a sigh. Still slower than before, Deciet’s other arms raised up to meet the light as he forced down his discomfort. “Ta-da,” he said dryly. “I definitely don’t hope they were everything you hoped they would be-“ he trailed off in confusion, voice laced with surprise at this point rather than his usual sarcasm. “What in God’s name are you doing?”

Roman looked up at him from where he knelt on the floor, and simply smirked. Carefully, he reached out, taking one of Deciet’s still gloved hands, and raising it to his mouth. There, he placed a small kiss on the center of the top of Deciet’s hand.

Deciet couldn’t help the small flush that began to cover half of his face. Very subtly, he turned that half of his face from Roman’s, so as not to reveal to the prince the possibility of any emotions he may be feeling at that very moment. In fact, he felt a strange sense of pride at how well he was concealing his fast beating heart and unbridled joy at the affection Roman was giving him.

Roman moved to his right hand, and then the hand above that. And Deciet let him, the same small flush adorning his face all the while. In fact, he stayed still as a rock as Roman kissed all his hands, the only change being that his smile seemingly appeared just a tad more genuine than only moments before.

Roman stood up, a smirk on his face to rival Deciet’s.

Deciet himself cleared his throat. “Well, that was just terrible,” he managed to get out, hiding his hands once more, and refusing to meet Roman’s eye.

He was rewarded with a small giggle, and his heart soared. Curse these emotions... “I’m sure it was,” Roman answered mirthfully. “I’m sure it was.”

cute prompt

Roman asking Deceit to show off all his arms. he then proceeds to give a smooch to every one of Deceit’s hands once he confusedly does so.

SoulService

Hiya! So recently, due to me taking 500-1000 word requests for sanders sides prompts, @ask-villegas-sides asked me to do a small fic for their sides. I wouldn’t usually do something like this, but it seemed like fun, and I had an awesome time writing it! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

I did end up going a little over a thousand words, cause I just couldn’t stop! :) It was super fun to write, and while I did take a few creative liberties, I don’t think I strayed too far from the original creative vision. Anywho, ask-villegas-sides is a super cool blog, and I hope that y’all check them out if you haven’t already! (I will be posting an edited version of this fic using the sanders sides names on my AO3 as well)

Prompt: Soulmate AU where everyone on their 20th birthday gets a text from SoulService, a trip planner specifically designed for finding soulmates, California man Lev certainly wasn’t expecting to be texted pre-paid plane tickets to meet his soulmate across the country in Florida! 

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“Oh, Lev, this is wonderful!” his mother exclaimed, practically dancing around his childhood pastel painted bedroom. “My little boy, all grown up and ready to meet his soulmate!” 

Lev’s heart was pounding, hands clammy as he stared down at his phone. The text tone had been like any other, and the notification from SoulService lay right under an unopened text from his friend Beckett, asking if he had left his hoodie at Lev’s. Would Lev be less nervous if his mother hadn’t insisted he come home for his birthday? Probably not. 

“Well, what are you waiting for? Look at what they wrote you!” His mother’s grin was wide, and Lev could feel his stomach twist. 

Hands shaking, he unlocked the phone, the message popping up on the screen:

Welcome, Lev Foster! SoulService wishes you a happy birthday, and a good life. Your message is as follows:

Greetings, soulmate. I’ve been waiting to meet you for three months now, and am excited at the prospect of getting to know you better. SoulService was kind enough to notify me that we live in two separate states, so I have taken the liberty of booking you a plane ticket to visit me out here in Florida. I prefer to speak in person, so I will disclose any of my more personal information after you land. I hope to see you soon.

Your message ends here. Thank you for using SoulService!

“Rather forward, aren’t they?” His mother was reading over his shoulder. “Asking you to fly all the way out to Florida.” 

But Lev was grinning, already clicking on the attached file. “Florida, huh?”

The week flew by, filled with packing and repacking, and packing again. Lev wanted to make cookies for the trip, but Beckett assured him that there would be cookies in Florida. Beckett also gave him lots of facts and tips about Florida, many of which Lev suspected were made up. 

“I hear that it’s overrun by alligators, and the people just avoid them where they can.”

“It’s so humid that it feels like you’re swimming through the air.” 

“Apparently, the old to young people ratio is three to one.” 

And finally, the day arrived. And Beckett had nothing more to say to him than a slightly teary (though he would never admit it) “Good luck.” Lev waved to his family as he left to look for his terminal. One slightly jittery plane ride to Florida later, Lev stood with his baby blue backpack, gazing all around at the hustle and bustle of this new place. 

Tourists were the first thing he noticed, heartbeat picking up a little as he looked left and right for the sign. They wore hats and Hawaiian t-shirts and were currently joining him in gaping at everyone and everything around them. Lev spotted a little boy, not more than two, give him a toothy grin and wave shyly at him. He beamed at the child, waving back. 

There was a small group of people waiting around and holding signs, most of them seeming bored or uninterested. It’s as good a place as any to try and find my soulmate, Lev thought, beginning to make his way over to them. He could feel butterflies in his chest even as he thought  of the word soulmate. 

He was coloring a picture of a butterfly. His mother sat on the floor next to him, braiding her long auburn hair.

“Everyone has a second half, Lev.” 

“Even me?” Lev’s eyes were wide, shining with childlike joy. 

His mother smiled at him endearingly. “Even you. And when you find them, like your father found me, the two of you will click. You’ll know them when you see them, for sure. They’re as much your beginning as they are your end. Fate has written the two of you together.”

His father was sipping his coffee at the table. “Your generation has it easy, kiddo,” he said, a small smirk adorning his face. “With SoulService technology, more people than ever find their one true match. And believe me, it’s not something you want to miss out on.” 

His father shot his mother another smile, as Lev felt his mind begin to whir, thinking about all the possibilities his future would hold. He doodled another, smaller butterfly next to the first. Would his soulmate be nice? If they were his other half, they had to be! Would they like coloring and puppies as much as he did? He sure hoped so! 

Lev bit his lip nervously, still dragging his blue suitcase behind him, as he looked over the people and their handheld signs. His heartbeat skyrocketed. There. Him. 

The young man in question was holding a plain white sign, the word ‘Foster’ written in black pen in the center of it. His handwriting was neat, methodical. He was wearing a black shirt, and a necktie. And almost as if in a dream, he looked up, and locked eyes with Lev. 

A small shock seemed to go through Lev’s body, and he all but floated over to the man with his last name. Finally in front of him, his tongue seemed too big for his mouth. 

“Greetings,” the man said, a pleasant smile adorning his face. “I presume that you are Lev. My name is Flint. I apologize for the somewhat sudden and forward action of inviting you to my home state, however I presumed that it would be optimal for us to meet as soon as-” his voice died in his throat, confusion and alarm making their way across his face. “You- you’re crying,” he stated. “Are you okay? Have I done something wrong?”

Lev stifled a small giggle, wiping his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m just so overwhelmed!” he made out. “I’m here, with you, and you’re standing right in front of me, and you’re so cute and proper, and-” Lev couldn’t take it anymore, he all but tackled Flint in a huge hug, sending the both of them stumbling. “I’m just so glad that you’re here,” he whispered, grinning wider than he ever had before. 

He could feel Flint’s arms wrap around him as well, just as well as he could feel his smile, and the happiness radiating off of him. “Likewise,” Flint whispered back.

Dean/Cas Book Club!

Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't posting as regularly as I usually do; I've just started actually going into college rather than doing online lessons and it has been a bit hectic.

Anyway, I have exciting news! I've started a Dean/Cas Book Club, where every week we choose a fic to read and we read it together. If you want to chat about fics or act like a middle aged alcoholic woman, feel free to join our discord server!

If you don't want to join or don't have discord, I'll still post the book of the week every thursday, so you can join in anyway!

Qibli: send dudes.

Moon: oh, I've seen this one before. I'm gonna say, "you mean send nudes?" and you'll say, "I'm in a fight, I need men." ha-ha, very funny.

Qibli: no, I'm just gay and lonely. send dudes.

So my friend said this

And in response I sent her this rant which took 20 minutes to write (I would cut the post here but idk how to do it on mobile tumblr):

Sundew and Tsunami are definitely very similar, but one of their biggest differences has to do with family. Tsunami has a loving (sometimes overprotective) mother, as well as her sisters and her brothers. Sure, she was stolen as an egg, but at least she had the other dragonets of destiny - their friendship probably saved a lot of them from major emotional issues. When Tsunami starts raging (like the time she attacked that SkyWing), it's mostly out of wanting to protect her friends or herself.

However, Sundew grew up with no really close relationships we can see other than Willow, who she doesn't even get to see very often. Her parents only had her to make her into a weapon of revenge, which probably messed with her head at least a little. Her mother appears to constantly be yelling at her, arguing with her, and pushing her too hard, and her father seems to be pretty absent most of the time. Which he does have in common with Tsunami's dad, you know, because he's dead. So sure, both of them probably have some form of trauma, but Sundew most likely has more insecurity and lashes out because she doesn't believe she's worth anything beyond vengeance against the HiveWings. (That's my headcanon anyway.)

Before Cricket, Blue, and the others, Sundew was only fighting for the lost forests and the LeafWing tribe, and so she can prove to her mother that she's her own person and she can decide for herself what she wants. Meanwhile, Tsunami probably feels that she's accomplished her mission in life, and like Sundew, she believes she can choose her own path in life, instead of a fate someone else has set for her; whether it be a parent or a prophecy.

In conclusion, Sundew and Tsunami are very similar characters, but just because they have agressive personalities doesn't mean you should put them in a box together and ignore their amazing backstories and motivations.

Update: I decided to turn this in for an english assignment and my teacher gave it an 11.5/12

hi just wondering if ur story 'undeserving of a love like yours' is finished? i want to read it but im just waiting for all the chapters

hi there!! the series is finished yes :]

I do plan on adding a prologue, but its really just a bonus to add a deeper meaning to the story, and in my opinion its better if its read afterwards anyway as a sort of surprise

I have no idea how to put sense in that, its a beginning type bonus but better read at the end? its not normally how prologues work...

Second part of my little comic! There's no way he didn't realize the world he knew was gone when he got to the Human Realm... The denial is strong in this one