anonymous asked:

Smol s/o who had a dreary day and goes back to their habsuit with mtmte megatron and they just cuddle or smthing sweet,, I really love your writing it always manages to make me feel better- keep up the great work!

Thank you sweetie! This was a really cute prompt ^.^

You were exhausted. That morning you’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, and from there it’d just gotten worse. It seemed nobody was watching where they were going and you nearly got stepped on several times. Whirl had been especially temperamental, Tailgate constantly complained to you about “relationship issues”- though those two things may have been connected- and to top it all off you hadn’t been able to see Megatron all day. He was too busy, probably with cleaning up one of Rodimus’ messes. You huffed and pushed away the thought; that wasn’t fair to Roddy- this whole day had just made you tired and grumpy. Groaning, you dragged your feet through the hall.

Finally you made it to your habsuite. Good thing too, because you felt ready to keel over.  You trudged halfway to the berth before you were gathered up in strong, gentle servos.

“Megatron!” you gasped. “I didn’t see you when I came in!”

Megatron smiled at you- the smile reserved especially for you, the one that lit up his optics. He pulled your favorite blanket from his subspace and lounged back on the berth, wrapping you up and settling you on his chest. The blanket smelled freshly washed.

“I’m not surprised,” he said, petting your head. “You look drained. Was it a rough day?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” You nuzzled against the warmth of his chest to hear the whirr of his spark. Megatron’s servo came up to rest lightly on your back. A contended sigh left your lips as he caressed you. The fatigue melted into soft sleepiness as your muscles unwound and your spine relaxed; you couldn’t have been more comfortable if you were lying on a cloud. You mumbled a barely-there goodnight as you drifted off.

“Goodnight, My Love.”

Heat Stroke (Kanej, Six of Crows)

Honestly, this is pure crack. It’s fluff with a tinge of angst because I can’t write anything but that, but also because Kaz is the most melodramatic and Extra person there is. Boy, could you just be easy for once? Based on this post that had me rolling. I’m a sucker for jealousy fics. Also, this is low-key one of my favorite tropes. This is my first Six of Crows fic. I don’t plan on writing many because I’ve got too much on my plate and I don’t know if I can get a handle on the characters. But I did have fun writing this. Kaz kind of reminds me of Roy in a strange way tbh.

The mere idea of going to the beach sent Kaz into a silent, near frothing rage. Who in their right mind would want to go to the beach? What was good about them anyways? There was too much sun, too much pointless salty water, and far too many people, most of whom were in an ungodly state of undress that made him want to pay them to cover up.

Sure, it would be easy pickings, considering that people left all their belongings just lying around in the sand on their blankets while they splashed about like ducklings in the ocean or snoozed in the sun, but that wasn’t even fun. What was picking money off of lazy tourists after breaking into an impregnable prison and destroying the lives of not one but two filthy, scheming bastards?

There was no way in hell that Kaz would step foot on those sandy shores. He’d hightail it back to Ketterdam and its slums before he did that.

Then, of course, he overheard Inej mentioning to Nina that she couldn’t wait to be on the beach again. The last time she had been on one, she had been stolen from her family. She was excited to make new memories, much happier ones, to replace the one that had been forced upon her. Would the sand feel the same beneath her toes – like quicksand? Would the ocean water lull her into a daze until she felt like she was drifting in the center of the universe? Would the sun warm her skin and bleed color into her again?

And that was how Kaz found himself standing on the edge of a beach, just inches away from the sand. Enough of it had been tramped onto the sidewalk, grainy underneath his shoes, and he scowled at the contact.

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I have a new idea that’s very rapidly growing into a WIP. It’s fantasy (how uh …high or low I don’t know yet, but it’s going for high it seems) and it’s full, and I mean FULL, of clichés and I kinda love it? I want to take all annoying fantasy tropes and use them just to challenge myself.

You have your fantasy racism, a Prophecy, a lost princess who also has amazing magical powers, a hundred hot boys … 

And you’re thinking there’s a twist but there isn’t. 

I’m literally about to start writing just a fun, unoriginal high fantasy romp. Fantasy for those who want the cool, flashy magical battles without the endless worldbuilding and four billion apostrophes. A … funtasy, if you will. 

PSA: Semi-hiatus

Hey all, School is getting to that super busy part of the year #gross. So I’m gonna officially hiatus my blogs until sometime mid April

I may be around periodically and reblog some shit or potentially do replies, memes, inbox stuff but no guarantees. Sorry bout it but #realLife

(also imma reblog this on most of my blogs so I apologize if you have to see it a thousand times)