<b>what I tell myself:</b> I'm gonna make some commander decks this evening, I have some ideas with all the new spoilers coming out.<p/><b>what I actually do:</b> *put 15 cards in a pile, then get bored and start on yet another pile. There are hundreds of piles now. Cards cover every spare surface. Not a single commander deck has been made*<p/></p>
Ravenclaws are the ones that make a study group. Also at the meeting, they are also the ones to get it off track after 10 minutes because it’s ‘Break Time’ and they never really get it back on track. It ends up being a very unproductive night/day.
Please. Y’all knew it was a matter of time. Someone was going to do it. Someone will probably do it better than me, but here is my contribution, complete with a light smattering of Promptis. This is literally something I pulled out of my ass in a span of an hour, so don’t expect anything profound or mind-blowing, lol!
A chill swept through the air and Noctis held back a shiver
as he crouched, surveying his surroundings. The world turned silver as he
counted. One, two, three MTs guarding the Citadel doors, two more flanking each
side corridor, and at least one in every hallway up to the main elevator. From
there, he could make out a peppering of guards, but they were far too heavily
banked on a ground assault. Infiltrating it by air seemed to be the way to go.
He sighed, the world returning to its natural state, and he
fiddled with the hook attached to his gauntlet, careful to avoid the tip of his
hidden blade as he adjusted the fit. It wouldn’t have been the first time he
had accidentally stabbed himself, but the first and second times were more than
enough to instill the fear of a third. Standing, he gave one last glance toward
the place he once called home before sliding quietly down the slanted roof of
an old, nearby church. A pang of sadness settled in the pit of his stomach. It
was unbecoming of a prince, no, a king, to abandon his kingdom, but the
Brotherhood left him little choice.
A/N Yo its yo pal kristie again. Its nearly 4am and im still in the coffee shop writing this!!!! I’m delirious and really hungry but i finished chapter two because I already enjoy this story so much! also if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes pls forgive me, it is 4am afterall
Uni student Dan, being the nightowl he is, has a habit of studying at a cafe in the middle of the night to escape his busy house on campus. The cafe is cute and quiet, and all the barista’s are sweet to him, including the one with the free cookies.
Genre: still p fluffy imo
word count: 1k
A couple of weeks passed, midterms came and went, and Dan
still regularly went to the café in the middle of the night. He had gotten to
know his favourite barista more and more with each visit, and left early on the
nights that Phil didn’t work. A few unproductive nights, Phil finished his
shifts just as Dan arrived to study, which resulted in Phil staying behind
after his shift and sitting with Dan, rambling about new episodes of shows they
had bonded over.
Dan whined loudly. “Phiii-iil! I haven’t watched it yet!”
“Well why not?” Phil asked in disbelief. “It was so amazing!”
The younger boy rolled his eyes, leaning back into the booth
seat. “Because I’m a busy Uni student! I don’t have time to watch my shows!” He
said with more of a whine, pouting.
Phil chuckled. “Oh yeah, ‘busy Uni student’, that’s why you
spend your days sleeping and then spending your nights cooped up in this place,
huh?” He asked with a playful smirk.
“Shut up! Uni has probably gotten a shitton more difficult
since you graduated, old man!”
“Hey! I only kinda
old! Also, I can’t wait until you’re a lawyer who uses ‘shitton’ in court. You’re
gonna do great!” Phil teased, his face scrunching up as he giggled and his
tongue poked out from his teeth.
Dan threw a small piece of his muffin at the older boy,
giggling. “You’re just a big bully, aren’t you?”
Phil shrugged, giggling softly and picking up the piece of
muffin off of the table and eating it. “Oh yeah, just the meanest person you
could ever possibly meet!”
“I don’t doubt it, honestly.” Dan smiled a toothy grin, his
eyes drifting down to the table and running over his text book that he hadn’t even
thought about since Phil finished his shift and sat across from him. “Don’t you
have something better to do? I mean, you aren’t in school anymore. You should
take advantage of the fact that you can sleep.”
Phil shrugged and picked at his own muffin. “Home isn’t as
fun as it is hanging out here with you.” He said with a shrug. “Doing YouTube
means I don’t get out much besides when I work here or when I hang out here
with you. Or when I get my dog.”
“Dog? Now you have me interested.” Dan said, pushing his
text book aside and leaning his elbows on the table, propping his head on his
hands and smiling at Phil.
Phil chuckled and leaned back in his seat. “Yeah. Dog. His
name is Po, well, his name is something else but my boyfriend hated it, so he
goes by Po.” Dan could feel his heart sink, not realizing that there was always
the potential that Phil could’ve been in a relationship. Why hadn’t he
mentioned him before? Why did Dan even care? Phil was older and more mature
anyways, he’s already finished school, how was Dan so oblivious to realizing
that Phil probably had higher standards. Probably like being finished
University. Of course, he had a boyfriend.
Phil kept his eyes trained on Dan closely, a small smile
forming on his lips as he could see the gears turning in the younger boy’s
head. “We are broken up. About a month ago. But, this has confirmed my
suspicions. Daniel has a crush!” Phil teased, reaching over to playfully poke
Dan glared back at Phil, swatting his hand away as a soft
blush came upon his cheeks. “Shut up! I do not!”
“Oh, please Dan! I
could practically see the light leave your eyes!” Phil giggled, holding his
stomach as he laughed. “Oh, you’re so precious!”
Dan blushed harder and huffed, beginning to shove his books
into his bag. “Ass.”
Phil giggled and grabbed Dan’s wrist gently. “Hey, hey, I’m
not making fun of you.” He said softly, smiling. “I wouldn’t have pointed it
out if I didn’t feel the same way.”
Dan stopped what he was doing, staring blankly at the table.
“Wait, you…you feel the same way?”
Phil let go of Dan’s wrist and chuckled, sitting back and
nodding. “I don’t sit in a random café at 4am for everyone, you know.”
Dan slowly relaxed as his blush faded. He sat up straight
again and chewed on his bottom lip, staring at the wall behind Phil. “But…I’m
just a stupid kid.”
“You’re in University for Law. You aren’t stupid. And your
intelligence level has nothing to do with how I view you as a person.”
“We barely know each other…” Dan said, barely above a
whisper, his heart beating quickly.
Phil smiled softly. “Nothing has to happen, D. Just because
we know we have feelings for each other doesn’t mean anything has to start. We
can still be friends. I’m not dropping to one knee, I’m not expecting us to run
away and elope. They’re just feelings.”
Dan nodded a bit and visibly relaxed more, a shy smile on
his lips. “Damn, I was totally hoping you’d choose run away and elope.”
Phil laughed and reached to grab Dan’s empty plate from his
muffin, standing up. “How about dinner, instead?”
“I uh…I’m a Uni student, Phil. I don’t really have the money
to be going out for dinner…” Dan said softly, fiddling with his fingers. “Or
nice clothes…or people skills.”
Phil grinned and walked back over after he put the plates on
the tray, sitting across from Dan again and leaning forward. “Great. Me
neither. So, I can cook! Or I mean…attempt to cook. And we can play video games
Dan slowly began to smile. “That sounds absolutely
Phil reached to grab Dan’s phone off the table and put his number
into it and texted himself. “Perfect, I’ll text you. I gotta head out though. I
have to get the dog at 6.”
“Get the dog?”
“Yeah, my ex and I share the dog. Kind of like sharing
custody of a child.” He said with a shrug, smiling. “I’ll see you soon, Dan.”
“See you soon Phil.” Dan said softly and watched the older
boy walk out of the café. He looked down at the new contact in his phone and
felt himself break out into a grin as he read the name:
a/n: another 3k followers celebration drabble. slow and steady, right? here you go, @noonesthatpowerful. :)
Between having a best
friend and knowing that said best friend is going to be having plenty of fun
with overly and disgustingly mushy romantic gestures over the span of the next
twenty-four hours, she knows she’s, well, just about royally screwed. Luckily for
her, Emma Swan always has a plan in place for days like these.
That’s why she has
her very own Killian Jones…except he’s not hers in any sense. They’re
good friends - have known each other for years (it’s simply platonic, of
It’s also one of
those rare days in which she has nothing in particular to do (and an extremely
So she grabs her
phone, wallet, keys, and hauls her ass out of the flat after she’s said her
farewells to David and Mary Margaret (lord knows how much Prince Charming
behaviour will turn up while she was gone) while shrugging on her jacket.
The weather isn’t all
too bad this time of the year, but since it’s a little late, it’s rather
chilly. The jacket can keep her warm, but definitely not for an extended period
of time. Now that she thinks about it, she’s constantly scolded by having a
lack of inventory for clothing that’s appropriate for certain seasons.
Emma makes her way
down to the sidewalk, each step heavy with intention to just get to his place
so she can just chill and not actually stress over two lovey-dovey romantics.
Whether it’s because she’s jealous she can’t have something like that or
because it’s unbearably too much for her to handle are two things she can’t
seem to differentiate by this point. She has been single for a majority of her
life, save for the two failed relationships that crashed and burned into the
dirt, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t happy with being single.
Kevin signed off his show with “Until next time, Desert Bluffs”, rather than anything having to do with sleep or night because there was no night anymore in Desert Bluffs under the light of the Smiling God – and sleep is SO unproductive.