#samwrites

Ay yo it’s me, your every day Trans Girl who’s got NO idea what's going in life, but ah well, as long as you have fun at the end of the day who REALLY cares about know wtf is going on?

Realized I was trans a few years back... Well NO, at first I Was like “Oh lmao Femboyyyy, then Gender Fluidddd <And honestly this might be more true than I gave it credit> and then within this last 2 years realized I was TransFem and decided to just SEND it, Whats my point in telling you all of this? Literally nothing, I just ramble way too much and decided I wanted a pinned post on my accounts lol.

I wont talk much, this account will mostly just be used for reblogs and such, but you know what they say, the only way for you to start writing something, is to just... START, which always sounded insane but it’s TRUE. No secrets to doing something, no hidden methods, nothing gets done unless you actually start.

I might post some weird writing scraps I have here and there as they come up as I want to get better at writing, but honestly who knows at the end of the day, this might just become a place where I post random stuff like “Me, Me when, Me when my brain goes AWOOGA” talking about my partner lol, I’ll likely put some tags on this post that I think I’ll use for any posts I might use, I enjoy being able to easily sort through a page.

Pairing: Aran Ojiro and F!reader(not really that significant)

Content: Fluff just fluff, readers been feeling really low, this gentle giant helps them feel good.

A/N : just wanna thank @omismuse shawtyy somehow inspired me to write this. Take it boo. Have y'all seen post timeskip Aran. I'm pretty sure I fell in love with that man.

The day couldn't get any more worse for you. With a blunt headache and a sore body from crouching on your desk and looking at your laptop for hours, you felt you couldn't process anymore. Your train ride was silent as well. You just wanted to step on to your house and do nothing. The workload wasn’t even that bad today relative to your mood. It’s just that, you have been feeling really low for some reason. The confident aura you always put up seems to scuttle away somewhere. These days, whenever you put up an outfit, you cannot help but feel like you’re not made for it. Whatever you do feels wrong. Ignoring for a few days felt like a temporary relief till now when it feels like all the negative feeling just doubled up and fell over you. Today was the worst.

I have not loved it as it loved me

Do not scatter me to the wind

I have always closed my coat to its breeze

Do not float me on the ocean

I have never swam beaneath it’s seas

These places that seem right and worthy

They do not mean much to me

So do not pretend my dust is deserving

Do not take me to rolling fields

Do not plant me beneath their dirt

Instead I ask that in my death

I am made as small as I felt in life

Find me a befitting urn or carved wood

And pour what I will be into its arms

I beg you not sit me on any mantle

I will not watch over you in my death

I plead cart me from attic to attic

college AU, established Sheith, undecided on Latte, Allurance or solo Lance

This semester has been kicking Shiro’s ass, he shows up to a group hangout late, hasn’t shaved in 2 days, rocking the patchy, awful stubble look

Matt notices that it just so happens to be November 2nd. “Are you doing No Shave November or something?” 

Shiro: fuck you, maybe I am 

Lance: Haaa let’s hope Keith isn’t doing No Nut November, I bet you’d look sick with a beard

Keith:  i'm torn between being extremely grossed out and kicking your ass, and reminding you that i've never once murdered you and thus have fully demonstrated that i'm a paragon of self control

Lance: I bet you $50 you can’t do No Nut November

Keith: ......... awkward glance at Shiro 

Shiro just shrugs, he’s been too busy and exhausted to *ahem* meet Keith’s needs lately anyway

Keith (to Lance): you have to do it too 

(if Latte, Matt protests loudly) (if Allurance, Matt reminds Keith that Allura is studying abroad this semester and Lance will have almost 0 temptation)

The Bet is Made

As the month goes on, Keith is struggling, even though everyone else (including Shiro) agrees that Shiro’s scruffy, patchy weirdly thin and wispy facial hair is Not A Good Look, Keith is still super into it

Lance: dude you’re just too horny to have any kind of quality taste right now

Keith: Shiro is the most gorgeous man that’s ever lived and we sleep in the bed, i will kill you right now

Another bet- Lance wagers an additional $50 that immediately after they bang, Keith will beg Shiro to shave because it’s honestly just... so bad. 

Keith agrees without a second thought

Interlude for Shenanigans

(if Allurance- Allura gets back just before the end of November and Lance loses) 

December 1st, 12:01 am, sheith does the do again finally

Keith rolls over and is just “........... oh god, I owe Lance $50. I love you so much, but please go shave.” 

Shiro just laughs and rubs his scratchy hobo beard on Keith’s face

2 choices

only two

one’s too bad for me

the other i just can’t seem to do

what if i need a third option

Finally deciding to post any of my backlog of short stories on here, I said I wanted to start doing this back in like late December? So I’m glad I’m finally getting around to it, this one IS a bit long for a first one, sitting at about 1600 words, but, I was rather proud of this one, my partner gave me the prompt: “A fateful meeting between three enemies to lovers: a sorceress, a dragon, and a princess.”

Without Further Adieu

A Realization

Late at night one Midsummer night in the Kingdom of Fortund, long after anyone besides the town guard, unsavory folks and some select servants have gone to sleep, there was a lone hooded figure walking down one of the shadier parts of the town.

Moving swiftly so as to not get caught by any night watchman, the hooded individual quickly ducked into an alley and knocked quickly on a heavy wooden door. A few moments passed before a slot on the door opened and a voice came out “What do you want?” came a deep gruff voice from the other side of the door. The Cloaked Figure sighed for a second before responding “Honestly Frank you’d figure you’d know by now you’d know it’s me, I DO come here the same time every time” she shook her head before continuing “Fine fine, ‘A trip to endless wonder’” 

As she finished her sentence she heard multiple locks on the door being undone before the door opened, Frank standing in the doorway, beckoning her inside “Sorry about that Miss Sharrow, you know how the boss can be, policy is policy after all, come on in"

Walking past him Ms.Sharrow put a gold coin on his desk behind the door, thanked him for letting her in, and continued downstairs, further into the large basement beneath the district. At one point this space was likely used as some shelter for the neighborhood when the fear of the city coming under siege was still a worry. But nowadays what with magical barriers, and a lot of fighting being done away from the city, these bunkers of sorts had long been forgotten. And in this ones case, turned into a quite literal underground gambling den.

Coming up on the woman at the front counter, Ms.Sharrow began in earnest “Glad to see you back and healthy Marren! Hope the sickness passed you without too much trouble!”

Looking up on surprise Marren smiled at the Cloaked Girl “Ah Ms.Sharrow! Thank you, yes! Things are all cleared up finally, that bit of sickness really didn’t want to let me go!” She paused for a moment and checked some papers she had on her desk “Looks like your usual suspects are already in the usual private booth, shall I inform them you’ve arrived?” Chuckling slightly before waving her hand, Sharrowstarted walking off to the side of Marren “No need, those two bastards would just start something about me needing to be waited on or something, I’ve been coming here long enough to know where to go thank you.”

Walking down the hallway she reminisced for a moment, it hadn’t been too many months ago that Sharrowhad no idea this place even existed. The Deep Phoenix was a place often overlooked by the Monarchy of Fortund due to the proprietor occasionally helping to feed them information on some of the more extremist individuals that frequented this place of vice.

While the place wasn’t the grandest place Sharrowhad even been to, not by a longshot, for what it was, they had really done up the place to a much higher degree than she could ever expect. Some rather nice paintings hung on the wall, there was a well stocked bar, even often some nice live music playing. It might be a den of scum, vice and villainy, but it at least was a NICE one

Passing a variety of side doors all named after a variety of gems, she stopped before one labeled The Emerald Room. The room was kept constantly reserved for a very select three, a group Ms.Sharrow was a part of. Fishing a key out of her cloak, she started to go to open the door, when suddenly someone from the inside opened it. “You’re late, girly” said the man opening the door. A taller gentleman, with short unkempt hair, wearing a rather nice black doublet, but whose most noticeable feature was the seemingly glowing red eyes he had, signifying him as… “Oh shut it Malik, you’re one to talk, surprised you managed to get off your horde and make it here before me, damned greedy Dragon” 

Pushing past him and going inside the private room she heard another womans voice from inside the room “Oh calm down you two, I think we’ve all been doing this for long enough to hear pretty much any and all insults we have for each other. And keep in mind your highness, the staff aren’t the only ones who can realize you show up at the same time every week”

Walking in fully past the curtain dividing the room Sharrow finally discarded her cloak, sitting down at the table across from the woman, “Yeah yeah, sure, Nora, just deal me in already if you guys have been waiting for SO long for me to get here apparently”

The three of them hadn’t known each other for too long, meeting in The DP just a few months back, a bit after Sharrow had joined the place herself actually. But ever since they met there had been animosity between the three of them, Dragons like Malik were hated due to terrorizing villages, and going after magical users due to the fear of them trying to control Dragons like him. Sorceresses like Nora were often considered troublemakers, always causing issues for nations across the continent of Thorell, from terrorizing the kingdom with things like plague, to terrifying people by transforming into crazy beasts.

And of course Princess Sharrow had grown up hearing such awful tales about them, so even though she had never seen the two of them actually cause any of the kinds of trouble from her teachings, she still held animosity towards them, just as they all did for each other. All that being said though, there was a quite strict no fighting rule the DP, so instead of causing problems for themselves with management, they had decided to settle things with a game of cards to prove who was the best.

Several months later, and with weekly matches ever since, the three of them had gotten to know each other better, and while the animosity proper had worn off, that didn’t mean they liked each other at all. Just that they weren’t actively at each others throats during every game.

And yet, as Sharrow sat there looking between the two of them, she had a moment of realization, sure she’s heard a lot of STORIES about trouble people like them have caused in the past. But in reality? There hadn’t been much issues between the three of them outside of prejudices they all had between the three of them.

The more she thought, the more she realized she didn’t have any real reason to hate the two of them outside of what she was taught, and after months of talking with them during games she was starting to think that she might actu…

“Hellooooooo? You good there Sharrow? You know you’re up right?” Came a voice next to her, startling her out of her thoughts. Realizing she must have just been sitting there staring off into space for a while she picked up her cards, “Yeah I hear you Malik, don’t worry, just, realizing some things is all you know?” She paused before looking between the two of them “Ignoring what I’ve been taught for a second here, I don’t think I’ve heard of either of you causing trouble like I was taught.”

She pointed to Malik “You, Mr Terrifying, village burning, kingdom destroying monster. The only thing you seem to talk about you doing is sleeping, eating and drinking, you seem more like a party animal than a monster of legends”

Shifting her finger to point at Nora she continued “And you Madam, for someone who has some honestly quite horrifying legends told about her kind, all you seem to want to talk about is what new odd potions you’ve come up with and stews you have cooking at home”

“Hells, it seems like the owner of this place is scarier than both of you combined, and I got her daughter a gift for her birthday last month, no problem!” She shook her head looking back at her cards “But whatever honestly, just because I might have realized I have no reason to properly hate either of you doesn’t mean I wont kick BOTH your asses again tonight at cards”

The room went silent for a minute as Nora and Malik looked between each other before breaking into a hearty laugh, stunning Sharrow.

“Oh Princess… We might not match what you have been taught, but YOU are EXACTLY what we thought you were like. Headstrong, aggressive, tomboyish, all around rebellious girl, I mean you are a member of the Royal Family, sitting here with two of the nation's long term enemies.”

“Agreed, tho you can add rude to that list, I don’t ONLY Eat, drink and sleep you know. A guys gotta have hobbies, you know! Just because I don’t tell you about my art doesn’t mean I don’t do any” followed up Malik a smile coming across his own face “You really are something else Princess”