ryūjin no ken wo kurae *:･ﾟ✧ writing

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]trigger warnings ahead for sensitive subjects, bc i usually explore that with my writing. still getting used to writing dialogue by myself, will have lots of errors, mostly just a testing thing yo

[basorexia]

cOU GHS

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]i am. disgusted

[basorexia]

cOUGHS VIOLENTLY ON

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Rhys, Vaughn, Yvette & Assquez

Imagine person A sexily sucking a candy cane while looking at person B but person C slaps them on the back and catches them by surprise so they inhale the candy cane and start choking on it and so B starts giving them the Heimlich maneuver but it’s not working so person C starts yelling “Harder! Do it harder!” while A is choking and their eyes are bulging which panics person C even more so they start punching person A in the stomach to try and knock the cane out and person A starts yelling “Oh my God!” because this is awful but then Person D walks by and hears the screaming and gasping and “Harder!” and “Oh my God!“s and WHAT IF THEY THINK THE WORST???

Rhys narrowed his eyes at Yvette and in one smooth second he was plopping the sticky candy-cane in his hand in his mouth and gnawing on it gently, making a show of sticking his tongue out and slathering the awkwardly curved portion in what he thought was a sensual manner. Yvette crossed her arms and stared at him, not his mouth, clearly unimpressed. He just went in harder.

And then, just as he was leaning forward to skewer her with his sexual prowess even more, he heard a, "Hey, bro!" and then a sharp pain in his back made him start in surprise, squeaking and then choking as the candy cane he'd been slowly shoving in his mouth completely disappeared and then he was grabbing for his throat, oh my God, and Vaughn took one look at him and turned into a big pile of: "Oh my God. Oh my God. Rhys! Are you okay? Rhys -answer me - wait no, you can't answer me, you're choking!" arms grabbed his middle and Yvette, speedier than he expected, was shoving him against her front and squeezing in little bursts of strength that had his long legs slipping and sliding on the floor, his scaly dress boots squeaking in tandem. Meanwhile, Vaughn had his head in his hands and shaking himself wildly, his face flushed and clammy. "Yvette! Do it harder, he's going to die -"

"I am, and you could be helping too!" Yvette shot back, her head appearing from the side of Rhys, the side of her face smushed into his mechanical arm as she glared at Vaughn.

Vaughn's face went from white to beat red. "Not like that - go harder! Harder! Haaar-" Rhys choked a little, the blunt, straight end of the candy-cane sticking out from between his lips. Vaughn's eyes shone with accomplishment. "You're almost there - hey, just let me -" and now Vaughn was diving for Rhys and punching him in the stomach.

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Vasquez has been rounding the corner of the aircraft when he'd heard something. Now, usually he'd just dismiss it and leave it at that, but the grunts sounded awfully familiar and if who he thought was hiding in there he'd really, really just love to see the look on his face when he found Vasquez peeking around the corner -

- "Oh my God!" Rhys was panting, his words barely distinguishable as Vasquez tip-toed over. "Harder!" another voice was crying. "It's almost out!" and then, "Why was that thing that close to your mouth anyway?" a grunt sounded, louder this time, and a wet sound emitted as Rhys coughed something up. Vasquez arrived just in time to look through the crack in the door of the room the two people were in just to make out Rhys' hunched over form, and his little nerd friend rubbing his back and crooning over him. Behind him was another shadow, and he couldn't really see it until it moved within view and said, "Because he thought he could impress me into buying lunch this time."

BONUS: Person D walks in and sees what’s actually happening and it’s not any better.

BONUS: Person D walks in and starts laughing.

BONUS: Person D starts crying.

Rhys scratched at his stomach with one hand, and coughed into his cybernetic one, the peppermint taste of the candy cane lingering in his mouth until he could practically taste it through his nostrils. Vaughn hovered over him, and Yvette leaned against the table, inspecting her nails. "I don't know why you would -"

"Ah-ha!" the door slammed against the wall with a crack, and Rhys resorted to a fit of coughing as he choked on spit (he was choking on everything), taken by surprise for the second time that day and none too happy about it.

Vasquez looked like he had found something juicy, but then his face fell and his eyes scanned the room. Rhys, half-dying; Yvette, bored; Vaughn, panicky, like that one time when Rhys had found him trying to use his gel but failing miserably in the process of applying it.

And then Vasquez laughed.

"Oh, I actually thought..." he trailed off, a cruel smile playing on his dumb face, biting at the edge of his lip in a brief display of satisfaction as his eyes attached to the glint of the candy cane and stayed there stubbornly. "I actually thought that you guys weren't so dumb. Almost played me like a fiddle, didn't you, Reese?" Rhys wrinkled his nose and spit candy-cane flavored spit on the floor. Vasquez put his hand on his chest and moved away, fancying himself disgraced by such an uncultured way of telling him to fuck off. "Oh, oh God. It's just bringing tears to my eyes, really." he wiped his right just for good measure, laughing throatily again. "Go back to flirting with your food. Please. I'll just be out there, you know. Getting the real thing." and then he turned around on his heel and skipped off.

"I hate that guy." Rhys snapped, rubbing his face again.

"How did he even find out where we were?" Vaughn asked. Yvette snorted.

"You were screaming your head off. I'd be surprised if big-headed assholes like him didn't hear you."

[Wafture]

Imagine person A and Person B kissing for the first time, and neither want to be the first to pull away from the kiss, so they just sit there for a while not knowing what to do.

Harringrove. "It's not gay if we stay like this, right?"

Imagine that Person A and Person B of your OTP are both dating the same person (can be from your NoTP), but neither of them know about the other relationship. When they find out their partner is cheating on them both, they team up to plan revenge, and end up falling in love along the way.

Jon/Sansa, Jon/Sansa/Daenerys (?)

Imagine your OTP eating takeout and Person A says something about how spicy their dish is and Person B says, “Lemme see,” and Person A expects them to take a bite of their food but instead Person B steals a kiss and manages to meet tongue with tongue all in a few seconds and then pulls away and remarks, “Almost hotter than you.”

Imagine Person B is laying awake in bed one night and can’t get to sleep when they get a message from A. A has sent B some memes, and B sends more memes back. This continues until it escalates into one of them copy/pasting the entire script to Shrek to the other.

Karkat/Dave(?)

Person A runs across the road to pet Person B’s dog. Or: They join a group on Facebook for a breed of dog that has meetups. Person A has that kind of dog. Person B wants one but can’t while living with their parents so they just want to pet the dogs. Person B is extremely happy at the next planned meetup and thinks A’s dog is the cutest of the group. (And that A is the cutest of the group - after the dogs, of course.)

Gendrya.

Persons A and B of your OTP are in space. A kisses B and then says “It’s not gay if it’s on the moon.” B tells them that they’re on another planet, not a moon. A realises they done fucked up.

“You are a really hot police officer and I am trying to sneakily take pictures of you but you notice and start posing” AU. (insp)

Jaime/Brienne

[Wafture]

Prompt: draco getting dared to wave his wand at harry and say "homo erectus" like it'll actualLLY DO SOMETHING

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Entertaining the idea of rewriting the Jon/Danny story line in season 7 to be more... in character, but including Jonsa as endgame. Maybe my first AO3 fic? Get someone to beta it.

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]SANSA AND DAENERYS AS SEASONS

Sansa was a hot day in the South, where all you wanted to do was run amok and eat sweets. Sansa was sliding through water and feeling wet but you keep going because of the rush you get. Sansa was sticking your head out of the car and blasting that stupid pop station you hate but play anyways because you just like it loud. Sansa was going to the Drive and sitting in the back of your truck with blankets and pillows, cuddling up as the night cooled and the bugs crawled out to kiss your flesh an unbecoming red. Sansa Stark was soft and gooey like ice cream; she was pretty and scandalous like the skirts that girls wore in that season, the skirts that were far too above their knees to be legal.

Daenerys was the winter. She was cold and harsh, but her kisses were snowflakes and melted on your skin before disappearing, keeping you coming for more. Daenerys was winter because she froze you with a glare and she froced you into a hasty retreat; she was cold day and night, and there were no changes. The day was as short as her temper and snow storms flared when you displeased her, wrecking havoc from one end of her kingdom to the other. But when you payed her with compliments and good cheer, she became warm and inviting, like the homes you go to after a long day of driving through the bad weather. She was the cookies you prepared for Santa, hard but pleasing, and as bright and radiant as the Christmas tree you decorated. And after you pledge your loyalty, she showers you with gifts on Christmas morning.

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]On the blade of his sword, all blood looked the same.

Her lips were painted with it in uneven brush strokes, like calligraphy, dipping from broad to skinny but slick and red. His fingers were stained with it as he touched the edge of her rosy lips and stained his thumb and forefinger with her lifeblood, and as he stared down at her pale face and fluttering blue eyes, he could tune out her gasps and moans and only see artist's work. She was beautiful, even when she died from a wound he had inflicted upon her with a mere thrust of his sword. It seems I have become the counterpart to Jaime's Kingslayer, he would muse wryly, as he held the intended queen of Westeros in his arms, not as the boy he had been but as the man he had become, and this man was untouched by death, even if it stirred in his embrace and reached out to him. Her touch was chilling to the bone, like winter, and he knew the Dragon Queen was grasping for life, for him, but he would let her fall into the abyss and turn his back on her just like he had that fateful day. Her fingers were fleeting, brushing on his cheek before falling to her side.

He did not cry for her like he had for Ygritte. He was silent all the while. And when she had stilled in his arms, he grasped his sword from the river of blood that watered the vegetation below their bodies, and set fire to her corpse with the woods around them. And when the stars had long come out, the sky had gone dark above his head, and the snow had fallen to melt upon his armor, he slept long for the first time in months, and he dreamed a dream of spring.