@aooogust
guys please hear me out
childe smells like juniper
idk why i just think he does
maybe a tad bit of vanilla, cedarwood and orange
like warm vanilla smell in a nostalgic way ykwim
diluc smells like grapes, faintly of campfires, and fir, because those are the trees that grow near dawn winery
HELLO it’s been almost a year but i’m on ao3 now!! My chaeya fixation is over LMFAOO so i’m posting chiluc now
i just started watching spn and omg sam is so hot
should i re do my chaeya fic i genuinely feel like i owe you guys a better and edited version since my writing style changed so drastically
2.9K words into this espresseline fic and i’m not even done with the intro yet…. what have i gotten myself into again?
i’m in my espresseline and chaeya brain rot arc rn but chaeya is being put off AGAIN i’m sorry
i just want one singular trans character hurt/comfort fic that doesn’t involve the cis person affirming the trans dudes identity please oh my god /neg
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
i did a thing guys
teaser for the new fic i’m writing… enjoy
( non-binary espresso, and blood warning just FYI)
A deafening bang echoed from behind the building, the metallic boom similar to the sound of a dumpster slamming shut.
Oh god, these hooligans again.
Espresso tossed their cigarette, before stepping on it. Their shoe grinding it into the sidewalk was unnecessary, however they were pissed.
‘Whoever interrupted my smoke… They better have a damn good reason.’
They thought to themself.
Their breath puffed in white clouds, and Espresso realized they had left without a coat.
Marching towards the alleyway, they spun on their heel, raising their voice as they turned the corner.
“Come out. Dumpster diving is prohibited, and I won’t tolerate obnoxiousness, especially not this early in the morning.”
Silence.
Espresso tried again, increasing the volume of their voice.
“I said, come out. I’m not going to ask a third time.”
Several garbage bags rustled, pushed out of the way by… a mascot?
No… this was far larger, feathers shimmering with gold liquid, trickling out of a shoulder wound… connected to the most breathtaking man Espresso had ever seen.