#Sorry about the tag spam idk why I just did that

[notadwarf-planet]

Hatchetfield text posts i made

#Starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #paul matthews #emma perkins #Paulkins #ted spankoffski #Tinky #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #Npmd #Tgwdlm #Sorry about the tag spam idk why I just did that #🧷 #incorrect quotes #textposts

[shaperaverse-brainrot]

My ass realising if I want more Lloydven fics I'm doing to have to write them: >:(

#😭😭😭 #Such a cruel world how dare I have to write what I want to read smh #/lh hj #I am so sorry for spamming Shaperaverse ao3 tags with too many fics over the last few years #I just. I want to read about the silly goofy goobers. I've read most Shaperaverse things on Ao3 multiple times #Idk I've tried to refrain from writing recently because I write a lot of garbage and nonsense but the brainrot hasn't left #Why did I get the obsessed with a weird niche peice of media autism and not the stem special interest autism #I'll shut up now and probably delete this later

[bonesandthebees]

okay hi i’m just a little neurodivergent fellow who associates shit w other shit (i’m the call me what u like + stars person) and i’m rewatching the sam and colby wilbur george ghost hunt video and like 50 minutes in for the estes method spirit box my brain was just like pYTHIA????? my guy straight up blindfolded and interpreting a spirit box lol

same energy as the amazon video uk stream with jack and wilbur where they were blindfolded and had mystery boxes and the chat was like SIREN???? which.. i remember watching live like guys pls… lots of people don’t want fic brought up why is the entire chat this but like besides the fact that it was obnoxious and the ENTIRE chat like they weren’t wrong i just wish they were more quietly not wrong lol

but idk if you’re one of the people who doesn’t want fic brought up to cc’s but i know a lot of people don’t and personally i wouldn’t either lol anyway hi sorry for rambling again!! once again i am just a little guy who connects shit to shit and now bye i’m gonna finish rewatching the video :) i hope u have a lovely evening/day

lmao yeah I saw some people making a siren joke with that screenshot of wilbur doing the estes method in the sam and colby video

the amazon video uk stream... that I remember so clearly because I wasn't watching it, but suddenly my twitter notifs just started blowing up and i opened it to see dozens of people tagging me in screenshots of wilbur in the blindfold with the caption 'SIREN?!' tbh I just found that really funny

also, yes, I'm one of those people that doesn't want fic brought up to cc's but when clinic blew up I pretty much just accepted it was going to happen no matter what. then this happened:

which was arguably one of the most Mornings of my entire life. I'd literally gone out to a lesbian bar the night before so i was hungover and woke up at 6 am to my phone blowing up bc of that so that was. a time.

also when wilbur posted hitting on 16/the wilbur van on ao3, for a very long time clinic was right above it in kudos. so I had already assumed he was at least somewhat aware of my fic because he would've seen it sitting above his own (since he straight up bragged on stream once about how many kudos it had meaning he did look at the rankings)

so like. no I don't want my fic being brought up to cc's but also with clinic it's already happened lmao so I don't really care. it's out of my control so if it happens it happens. as long as people aren't asking cc's to read it or spamming the link I'm kind of just like oh well

at the very least, when clinic blew up and I realized it was very likely going to get seen by cc's I was relieved bc out of my fics at the time clinic was the one I was the most 'okay' with cc's encountering. I didn't like it, but I was like well it could be worse

#ask #realcowboysdrinkjuice

[emeraldbabygirl]

I very strongly believe, and I’m not one to state my opinions on the sexuality of idols out loud unless I’m close with someone and it happens to come up in conversation, but I’m convinced that yoojung and kb are actually in a relationship and have been. Like, I’ve made jokes about their matching fits and them laying together and being all cute and shit and the whole “taebin flesh flap supremacy” but idk they have a strong chemistry just from what I’ve seen of them together that I’d be extremely baffled if they were not an item or even gay.

Maybe it’s just me wanting them to be together cause I like the thought of it and they are so cute together anyway even if they are just friends. I just idk I like the idea that they are just together and it’s kinda a secret but since they do the gay representation in all their stuffs that people just assume it’s fitting and they don’t question it idk. Anyway this is the only time I’ll ever say anything like this cause I don’t like to say “oh this idol is this and this one is def this” cause I don’t care and it’s not my business anyway, and I’m def not going to go on twitter or insta and say this cause for one thing I hate twitter so much and another thing is I don’t feel good about saying anything about an idol that might cause an argument or they might see it or it might just cause problems, esp on twitter because the piranhas on that site will take anything you say and turn it around and shit all over you I’ve seen it happen and experienced it myself. I hate twitter. Fuck twitter. I only have it to follow idols and a few friends but it’s so toxic, so many people are just straight up asswipes.

I’ve seen people go on places like twitter and tiktok where the idols have accounts and can check tags and look at stuff if they want and then like push their views and opinions on to idols and constantly bring up stuff and talk about stuff about an idol and like we don’t know them, we don’t know if something they see might make them uncomfortable we shouldn’t say stuff that can cause problems. In general like I don’t say stuff about idols, like I have this blog and I say whatever I want about an idol whether it’s negative or positive or sexual or whatever and they will never see it cause it stays on my blog. I don’t say anything to idols or about idols on insta or twitter if it’s going to cause a problem or they might see it and get upset. Ok I did one thing once, I haven’t done it since, as I joke (which you have to be careful when trying to joke with idols and people in general) anyway I said “please choke me” or something along those lines on a pic of st.van. That’s all I’ve said to an idol like that, I mostly just uwu and give idols compliments and sometimes they like them <3 but I’ve seen people like tag the idol or stuff and just kinda bug them or like spam comments on their lives and stuff idk anyway, and there’s people that are like, like on tiktok I’ve seen some people be like “don’t assume an idols sexuality” and then they say “but these idols are all gay” like bro. Bro what? Like you can assume all you want about an idol but don’t like rub it in their faces and like harass them just cause you assume they are or aren’t a certain way. And why should you care anyway? It’s their life and you’re not even like, we’re strangers and what they do or who they do is none of our business.

It derailed a bit but yeah I’m only saying this cause idk I..idk anyway as long as my shit talks and things stay on my blog and I’m not taking to social media and saying things that could snowball into something I’m okay. I just wanted to say that I really think KB and Yoojung would be so cute and I was joking about them getting married but if they did I think they would be together forever and yeah anyway. I might delete this later. Also also I’m not the best at putting my thoughts into words and I don’t think this post will upset anyone but if it does it’s not intentional and I’m sorry. I really just wanted to vomit about how cute kb and yoojung are and how I’m jealous of them and want what they have even if it’s just platonic, and I ended up..ranting.

Tl;dr: I think kb and yoojung are bofies and I didn’t want to say this on twitter cause I don’t want someone to carve it in stone and then harass me for my opinions or try to tell them specifically that they have to be gay cause another person said so or whatever. I’m just entertaining the thought purely for myself. AND THIS IS JUST MY OPINION PLEASE DONT EAT MY ASS. IM NOT EVEN GOING TO FIGHT ANYONE ON THIS LIKE I DONT KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THEM ITS JUST A SILLY OPINION. I don’t care if they’re gay I don’t care if they’re straight, I don’t care if they were purple leprechauns that lived in my butt, it don’t matter to me at all I just think they are cute is all. I really don’t care, if they’re happy they are happy it’s not my business and I’m not going to bang pots and pans together demanding that they be a certain way. Ok I’m done I’m sorry.

#also i will not me tagging them cause i don’t want to #but I will tag my fav tag of theirs <3 #taebin supremacy #taebin flesh flap supremacy #teehee kyu and yoo LoL #rant #personal #blah blah blah #onlyoneof

[dinobotisland]

have you seen the santae vps? they're in alpha and accepting applications atm. love your energy and just wanna see you have thoughts about it, if it interests you.

^^ industry plant anon ask bc true harley warriors know i don't like neo-clones

anyway real answer is i heard of it from promo posts and blocked the main blog immediately bc the way they were promoting their site was annoying. sorry but spam tagging every popular petsite on earth, wtf ? the art is nice, but again i don't like neo-clones and i would need to see gameplay to see if it does or doesn't fall into the dappervolk pit of game that is vastly unpleasant to play.

also wtf is this.

i'd be the worst fucking person in the beta test, noooo way around that LMAO. like i could give them criticism from my experience with dv, goatlings and eggcave but i vastly prefer breeding sims. i am way too much of a hater imo, and this is part of why i said "industry plant anon" bc i literally am such a picky person and don't like some sites and loooove complaining. since its such a new site i don't think it could work around the flaws inherent to petsites in its current state and i would be like a wild animal maiming it. also if the rpg part depends on pets having different skills depending on species like lorwolf its going to go to hell, no way around that. idk if they have ks exclusive stuff but by the looks of the blep um. well they'll get it eventually but if it turns out to be optimal you start to have a problem there.

ALSO i'm going to personally kill the person who did the css for doing the font through google fonts. can you people download and self host your fucking fonts they don't work on my end and they end up looking like garbage with the slimmest line weight on god's green earth look at my screenshot example and compare it to the wayback screenshot of the alpha testing announcement post actually on the site. I'm going to have to write my own stylus style to even be able to play, and you know damn well the site's going to have a blanket ban on extensions like every petsite has to.

(wayback screenshot)

anyway if they have gameplay previews and they're locked behind needing to be in the discord goodbye forever LMAO ! i'll def keep an eye on it infrequently but generally this probably isn't going to be a site i like unless they do some aspect besides the art really well bc the appeal is the beasts to me. if they accept my alpha test application they make a mistake imo, i'll sign up for funzies bc i like the blep beastie

also full disclosure me calling you a santae staff member was a joke LOL, if i was right i'm right but sometimes thangs happen for real.

#Anonymous #asks #santae #santae pets #<- idk hwat tag they use but they could at least use the font advice if they see this

[fluffypotatey]

Hello there! I hope your month is kind to you. Have you watched the Netflix Monkey King yet? If so, what are your feelings about the plot and the characters? Thoughts on the changes?

I've read a role swap fic idea LMK AU where instead of Tropitaka finding SWK in the mountain, LBD was the one who did it instead. Of course, she wasn't a crazy reformist extremist yet in when thwy met. Cue LBD seeing thia trapped monkey and thinking "i can fix him" while SWK goes "i can make her worse". It kinda ended up with both of them bwcoming worse for the turn because of each other enabling the worst and Macaque, who took SWK's plac with the pilgrims instead, sealed both of them together. Cut to the present where the duo came back and became big bad against Macaque, who's taken to protecting Megapolis as its shadow. The fic idea is under my #role swap au tags becuase the other details took too long to summarize the whole thing. Point is, in an AU where SWK is working with LBD instead of Macaque, but willingly, or maybe not, what would it take for SWK to turn on LBD, whether it involves Macaque or not? How do you think SWK would deal with MK, who is under Macaque's mentorship instead, while running the Lady's orders?

hey! i’m doing well 🥰 but sorry no, i still haven’t watched Netflix’s Minkey King yet 😭 it’s on my list don’t worry!!! when i do watch it, you’ll know (because i’ll probably be spamming my blog with nothing but that lol)

as for that au 👀 it definitely looks interesting but I will say, I personally think LBD was in her villain arc already when she finds SWK but the sentiment would probably be the same lol

it does make me wonder why Macky would be chosen as Tripitaka’s companion instead of SWK in this round. did he run into the monk just before he was supposed to meet SWK? was SWK already freed by LBD and Guanyin chose Macky as the next viable option?

anyway, for your questions

1) I think this SWK probably would be willing to betray LBD very easily. remember that when Tripitaka freed SWK that first time, the monkey had sworn to be his companion but immediately when against that promise once freed because the idea of serving not just a mortal but a pacifist monk felt insulting to him. so if SWK was freed by someone else who promised him revenge on those who hurt him but then he later found out was using him to wipe out the universe? he would easily dip

man’s has his own agenda and it doesn’t involve wiping out the universe and destroying his island with his monkeys

and if it concerned Macky? he probably wouldn’t show it, but I think he’d be very against LBD harming Macky and would even side with MK for it (but who’s to say that he isn’t against using MK either 👀)

2) yeah Sun Wukong and MK’s relationship would be so different in this au (but that even begs the question on whether MK’s origins are the same or he was created for the same reason 👀)

and if Macky’s mentoring the guy, then it’s a whole mess of using MK to get to Macky. also i feel like his revenge would be slightly different because I doubt Macky would have been able to kill Wukong in the past (maybe seal him away again?), so instead his anger is more out of Macky loyalties switching and allowing him to be sealed away again. he could even believe that Macky was simply doing what he was told because he was bound to the monk for the journey, and now sees MK as fulfilling that same role. maybe idk

tbh i don’t think evil!SWK and MK would have the same kind of dynamic progression that MK and Macky have in lmk. if anything, MK would be terrified of swk and his power but also be worried about the emotional toll the monkey king places on Macky.

but yeah idk those are my thought on what I can glean on this type of au

#so i looked through your role swap au tags but wasn’t sure which one was the one you were referring to #but it does seem like a fun concept! #is this my cup of tea? …..eh not really #i feel like it diffuses the original intentions of the JTTW story even tho lmk is sort of loosely sticking to the books #i digress #this is simply my opinion #there are some role swaps i like and some i am iffy about #that’s just me #the op of this au is free to do whatever #and hey maybe since i wasn’t able to read all the details of this au i might have liked their interpretation #but yeah #lmk #lmk au #asks

[uppuzs]

thanks so much for your lovely answers, it's been so amazing getting to know you these past few weeks! ive started on your gift and i hope youre as excited about it as i am !!!

my last few questions are what do you look for/ enjoy the most when looking for fanworks? like tropes/tags/characters/etc.?

what would you love to see in your gift or have your gift include?

and what are your top 5 favorite ships and why?

thank you, thank you, again and i hope you enjoy the holidays as well!!!

- your animanga secret santa ❄️☃️

aww it was great getting to know you too! i'm so excited since this is my first time participating in something like this, so i'm sure i will love whatever you make <3

when i look for fanworks i look for my favorite characters. when i see edits of my fave characters and how pretty they look it makes me wanna edit them too. i also love bright colors and pastels so i look for those, and pretty fonts. idk what it is but i think fonts that are simple looking can make an edit very pretty!

as i said, i love bright colors, pastels and all. i get so mesmerized when i see bright colored and pastel edits. i would like to see my fave characters too, but whatever you make i will love. i'm very excited!!!

my top 6 fave ships are zosan, bkdk, renga, sasamiya and akafuri.

zoro and sanji have always been my number one ship, they were the first ship i fell in love with. their banter and their dyanamics make me smile and i love that they trust each other even if they don't admit it hehe.

bkdk is my favorite ship right now. idk with the way people have treated us in the past, i still get very nervous to spam how much i love this ship when im not on twitter with my bkdk mutuals. people who are anti bkdk will say how toxic and unhealthy it is and continue to undermine both characters relationship with each other (it honestly gets tiring hearing the same thing after 4 or 5 years) but i love this ship so much. izuku and katsuki's journey was very fascinating to watch. i love izuku standing up for himself and showing katsuki he's not messing around. i love izuku being aware that katsuki has always been big jerk but still sees him as an amazing person. i love how izuku still calls him kacchan and katsuki has never told him to stop calling him that. i love katsuki realizing his weaknesses and growing as a person and taking responsibility for his actions by trying to atone and apologizing, i love how they're both nerds.

im ranting lol, but bkdk is my comfort ship, it brings me much joy. if i could live in heroes rising movie i would!

renga was my obsession since last year. once i got obsessed with that ship, i was on the A03 tag more than i was on the bkdk tag lol. i just love how they both became friends. they're soulmates. literally the sun and moon. two strangers who were alone but found solace in each other.

sasamiya is just adorable. i haven't read any fics of it yet but the way sasaki accepted miyano's interest and wanted to share it with him was so cute. i love how sasaki never pushed miyano for an answer to his confession and just waited until he was ready. i love how miyano took the time to know sasaki and realize how he felt. i love how both miyano and sasaki love each other so much and how flustered they get around each other. my babies <333

akafuri was a ship i got into this year. i was rewatching knb again and their interactions were so funny. even though furihata and akashi literally have like three interactions but those were enough for me to love this ship. the A03 tag is pretty much not active but i did right a fic and i want to write more fics!

sorry i was rambling lol. i hope you have a safe holidays <3

#ask #anon #animanga secret santa

[mrfutureboy]

u cant tell me jennifer didnt have the “rachel” haircut in the 90s. well, u can, but u cant stop me from picturing it.

#original entry #i dont want to tag this cuz i dont want to spam the jen tag w stupid posts #tho i will tag it later for blawg purposes but i think it still works that only the first 5 tags show up in the tag iykwim #idk it started with me trying to imagine what clara would wear in the 90s and i thought about overalls and then about rachel green #actually it started with me thinking about clara and doc w the mcfly babies #then clara outfit then overalls then rachel green then jennifer #for whatever reason i specifically pictured jen w that hairstyle LITERALLY the day she had her babies idk why my brain did that #she couldve just...had the hair and the babies she didnt have to fucking be in labor #anyway #jennifer parker #bttf #if this damned post shows up in the tags im so sorry

[trinisgayforkimberly]

Wildmoore prompt: The conversation between Ryan/Sophie in that awkward ass ride in the batmobile 😩right after Ryan says “So happy you two found each other”

Thanks for the prompt! I may need to do another one shot with this prompt cause idk if I'm all that happy with it, but for the sake of my writer's block here it is. sorry about any mistakes, y'all already know I'm trash. Leave me a prompt if you dare! I'm actually surprised i've written so much, anyways imma go spam the tags byeeee.

Ryan is not brooding. She’s not, because she has no reason to be. If whatever “this” was between them meant so little to Sophie, then she felt the same. Ryan had felt bad enough when Sophie admitted she hadn’t gone home the last night, but the added admission that said person was Renee Montoya felt like another blow to an already bruised ego. She grips onto the wheel just a little tighter, making sure her eyes don’t stray to the woman next to her.

And that’s the thing, Ryan thinks, she wouldn't feel so hurt if she just stopped having these little epiphanies of just how much she likes Sophie. Of noticing the sly comments and the blushing cheeks that come with it, or the small touches Sophie sneaks every once in a while that leave her breathless. It’s the little things she notices now that she’s having to go without, and part of her is just begging her to talk to Sophie, to find a resolution where they could both have what they want. But things aren’t that simple, and she can’t help the way the words seem to die on her tongue every time she thinks of letting Sophie in.

The soft hum of the car is the only thing keeping Ryan from going insane, the tension in the air thick and suffocating. She can’t help but scowl at herself as she thinks of Sophie and Renee again, shaking her head slightly as if to rid her of her thoughts. This is what she gets for trying to keep her safe.

“Ryan-” Sophie’s voice snaps Ryan to attention, brown eyes finding hazel almost instantly. She looks back at the road quickly, but not before she notices the small look of guilt Sophie sends her way.

“I don’t really wanna talk about it,” Ryan grumbles into the air, clearing her throat and sitting up slightly as if to give an air of indifference.

“It meant nothing.” Sophie whispers anyway, sincerity lacing every word. Ryan thinks this is the worst place for a talk like this, her words causing her stomach to swoop and her chest to flutter. Ryan’s said she doesn’t want to talk about it, though, so she doesn’t respond. The words hang over them as Ryan hits the gas pedal before she swerves out of the small traffic she approaches. “It felt like you were pushing me away and that you didn’t care.”

Ryan holds the small scoff that bubbles up her throat by biting on her lip, shaking her head as she spares another glance at Sophie, taking in the way she seemed to nervously bite on her own lip as her hands fidgeted in her lap. Those were never Ryan’s intentions; she had just wanted to keep Sophie safe, and while she knew Sophie could take care of herself, letting Sophie help felt like she had been risking too much. Ryan doesn’t get it, though, because if they had been dancing around each other, why did Sophie feel the need to run to someone else’s bed? But it’s not like they’ve ever cleared the air between, never told each other the extent of their feelings, so it’s not like Sophie owed her anything. Ryan doesn’t have the right to be upset, but she can’t help the ugly green monster that seems to take over whenever she pictures them together.

“Ryan, will you please talk to me?” Sophie pleads next to her, her voice rough with determination as Ryan hears her shift in her seat.

“Do you trust me?” Ryan finds herself asking, her own words taking her by surprise as she spared another glance at Sophie. Hazel eyes don’t miss a beat before they’re staring back at her, searching for something not yet known.

“Yes,” Sophie answers after a beat, “I do now.”

Ryan gives it to her; understands she, herself, was acting rather shady in keeping Marquis’ secret from her. If the roles were reversed, Ryan is sure she would have reacted much the same. Ryan pulls the car over, a couple cars racing past them before they’re alone. Despite her line of questioning, Ryan can’t seem to find her words, unsure on how to proceed. Sophie seems to realize the longer pause, reaching across the center counsel to grab one of Ryan’s hands in her own. She has her gloves on, but it doesn’t stop her from feeling the warmth of Sophie’s hands.

“I’m sorry,” Sophie admits, an earnest look crossing her face as she looks at Ryan. Ryan realizes Sophie doesn’t have to necessarily apologize for anything, she hadn’t done anything wrong - well, her choice in who she slept with wasn’t the most ideal, but Ryan is more upset about Sophie feeling the need to warm someone else’s bed regardless of who that person was. “I was hurt and lashing out, and she was just there.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Sophie,” Ryan states, and just before Sophie goes to interrupt, she continues, “I’m not saying it doesn’t help, just that I realize I may not have been clear on how I felt.”

The air is still tense, both women on high alert to the other, eyes searching for any dishonesty or doubt as they look at each other. Ryan wants nothing more than to just forget all of this ever happened, wants to go about her day and worry about everything else going wrong at this point. Arguing with Sophie never ended well, and the thought of her running back to Montoya makes her skin crawl.

“Or what I want,” Ryan continues, her breath catching as she eyes the other woman’s lips. With a small inhale of breath, Ryan let’s herself lean forward, the distance between them still decent, but enough for Ryan to notice the way hazel eyes seem to dip to her lips and the small hitch in Sophie’s breathing. It brings a small smirk to her lips, makes her feel better that Sophie seems to be just as affected as she felt.

“Do you trust me?” Sophie rasps, her cheeks warming as she dips her head. Ryan takes a second, looks at the woman in front of her as she recalls their memories together.

“Hey, guys?” Luke’s voice fills the car, snapping them from the small little bubble that had formed around them. Ryan groans inwardly, really hating Luke for his timing, but she answers quickly. “Sort of in the middle of a mission, remember? Mary?”

Ryan feels guilt sink in her stomach before she’s on the road again. The last thing she needs to do is screw up getting that antidote for Mary, but the guilt sits a little easier when she feels Sophie slide a hand on her thigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze as they make their way to Jada. Ryan is sure things aren’t over yet, she’s got enough going on to fill ten books, but she feels the small talk with Sophie is enough to quell her aching heart for just a little bit longer.

“Yep,” Ryan responds in the coms, she and Sophie sharing a sheepish look. “On our way.”

#wildmoore #batwoman #ryan x sophie #sophie moore #ryan wilder #text #my fic stuff #bruh this one is shorter but that's cause like i cant seem to focus on my writing long enough for any of it to make sense #i call it the beginning stages of my writers block #also wtf was that epsidoe this show has no reason to be this good #and the acting my gawd #and at least its all this angst #i love angst #a lot easier to write than fluff #anywaaaays if yall have anymore ideas hit me up #does anyone even read these? lmao who gives a fuc

[petitprincess1]

Sheesh. What is with these anons that you get? Seems like they're a bunch of messed up crackers. If they want to criticize shows like Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, we're not telling them they're not allowed to. It's almost like they can't stand that there are fans of Vivziepop's two shows who choose to see the positive in them instead of obsessing over all the flaws. I get that HH and HB aren't perfect shows but that's why I like them anyway. So why do critical blogs complain about even that?

Hope you mean crackers as in the food and not the racial slur.

Idk what's up with my anons recently. It's very weird, but also kinda enjoyable x3 I've never once told anyone that they can't criticize anything. It's just that they're basically repeating the same gripes over and over again. Plus, they complain about stuff that has yet to be explored because, again, it's just a pilot. What are/were you expecting? You want just a huge exposition dump?

Besides, I've given my own critiques, as well. Like the pacing being too quick at times or even House of Asmodeus being a little too long. I didn't say this, but I did wish that we, at least, saw some repercussions Blitzo got with Millie and Moxxie for breaking their trust. However, it is a part one, so I'm not too upset. It'll def be shown.

But, yeah, I don't...know xP Also, sorry for spamming the tags

Edit: They meant the salted saltinesssss!!!

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #ask answered #ok 2 rb

[almond-arlet]

One of those Days | Eren x Reader

“It’s just one of those days where grace feels far away.”

tags: modern!eren, young adult eren, best boyfie eren

synopsis: it’s been a rough day and your boyfriend Eren realised from your messages that you’re not doing alright and decided to swing by.

word count: 1695

warning: brief description of a low moods. other than that, it’s just soft.

author’s note: there’s just something about imagining yourself being comforted by your comfort characters that just feels so warm? idk who needs it, but here’s eren being your source of comfort after you’ve had a rough day. it is NOT how I imagined it in my head but its whatever

YOUR PHONE PINGED, the sound making you groan and roll over in your bed to face the dressing table beside you. You squinted, the light from your phone’s lit-up screen hurting your eyes in the dark room. The curtains were closed and the lights were off, and it had been that way since you woke up late. It’s been 4 hours since then. You contemplated whether or not you checked who the message was from, a deep sigh leaving your lips as you reached an arm out to grab the device from your dressing table.

The first thing you did was lower the brightness, not wanting to ruin your eyesight (as if to say it was healthy, to begin with) and then you checked the notifications centre and gasped at the number of messages you received from one person in the past hour, alone.

40 messages from bun supremacy

You contemplated whether you opened them, he was your boyfriend, after all. You decided to push yourself up until you were seated, leaning back against the many pillows that decorate your bed. “If I don’t open them, I should be fine.” You spoke to yourself, pressing the notification to see what your worried boyfriend had to say. “Ah, shit.” Your eyes nearly fell out of your head upon seeing that he had been checking up on your wellbeing (and probably stressing, too).

I’m on my way, just letting you know, was the last thing he sent you, the sentence sending your brain into a frenzy. You hadn’t showered, you haven’t cleaned your bedroom in a week and you weren’t even sure what the state of your kitchen and lounge area was like. You didn’t bother checking how long ago he sent the message, tossing your phone aside and jumping to your feet, heading straight for the bathroom. The least you could do was wash your face and brush your teeth.

Once you were done, your first task was opening the curtains and the windows, an attempt to bring some life into your room and get rid of the death-like stench. It’s not like your boyfriend hasn’t been over before, but in the year you had been dating him, he had never encountered you on a really rough day. You were always able to pick yourself up enough to have a slightly tidier space or you would go and visit him to change the scenery.

After quickly making your bed, you put on a pair of sliders and ran out of your room to make a start on cleaning the rest of your apartment. Your journey was cut short by the sight of your boyfriend taking off his shoes at your apartment front door and changing into a pair of sliders that matched yours, a very full duffel bag resting by his feet. He never brought that bag with him unless he was planning to stay over.

You weren’t quite sure why you froze in your steps but it seemed your brain froze, too, unable to form at least a “good afternoon” when he straightened up and locked eyes with you. You couldn’t think of what to do as he walked to your kitchen and set down a bag of what looked like fast food on the counter. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a very fast-moving vehicle.

“You didn’t see my messages?” He asked, glancing over at you as if he hadn’t spent all morning spamming your phone to check if you were fine, proceeding to take out the contents of the brown fast-food bag. A wrap, fries, a salad and two canned drinks. One of your favourite go-to depression foods.

“Sorry, I was… busy.” You finally find the words to say, clearing your throat and sliding your feet across the floor as you went to the cupboards to take out two plates, turning around and placing them on the counter. “Why order food? I could have made something.”

“You haven’t eaten, cooking will take too long.” He answered, not even sparing you a glance whilst he took the plates and unwrapped the food, neatly placing them onto the dishes. It always amazed you that he could tell when you haven’t eaten anything, or when you were having a rough time. It made things easier for both of you as you never had to explain because he would support you without a word. It saved the task of having to put your feelings into words, which often made you feel worse.

“Sorry I didn’t answer your messages earlier.” You muttered, watching him shaking his head in response. He looked up at you, green eyes scanning your face before he gave you a half-smile.

“It’s okay. I’m here now.” He said, nodding his head to the space behind him, which was the lounge area. “Come on.” He took his plate and drink and headed to your coffee table, setting his things down and taking a seat on the floor.

“Mhm.” You nod, following after him and taking a seat beside him, turning around to grab the tv remote from your couch so that you weren’t eating in awkward silence. It probably wouldn’t have been an awkward silence, but in your mind, you could see yourself being uncomfortable the whole time.

Sometimes it scared you when he never asked questions. Not because of anything negative, but because you were certain he could read you like an open book. It took one look from those wide eyes of his to read your mind and sometimes it made you feel exposed. You wondered sometimes if when he stared at you, he was trying to read your mind. Like he was doing right now, occasionally stealing glances at you whilst you had your meal. Of course, that was probably because you hadn’t given him an inkling of how you were doing and so he had to rely on his expert body language reading skills to figure out what was going on. How were you supposed to tell him anyway when you didn’t even know what was going on?

You sighed, the feeling you were wallowing in all morning coming back and killing your appetite. At least you ate half of your meal. It was better than nothing.

“Are you okay?” The man beside you finally asked the question that had been on his mind all day, setting his food down and turning his body to give you his undivided attention.

“I don’t know. It’s just one of those days, I guess. I’m just tired.” You answered him honestly, your voice quiet compared to the low volume of the nonsensical show playing from the tv.

“Let’s go sit on the couch, you might be able to take a nap. We can clean up late.” He didn’t give you the option to argue against it, getting to his feet and holding his hands out to help you up. You held back a sigh, taking his slightly rough hands and pulling yourself up. You both headed to the coach and automatically placed yourselves into the spooning position. His long arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his chest. You wrapped your hands around one of his forearms, burying your arm into his bicep so you could breathe him in. He was warm and soft, smelling like pines and cinnamon and detergent. He felt like home.

There was something about this single act of being held by him in this position that seemed to open the floodgates. Your throat was burning, your sight blurring from the sudden onset of tears and you felt your body shake. In one second, you became a sobbing mess, crying loudly whilst your boyfriend unwrapped one of his arms to gently caress your head to comfort you.

You weren’t quite sure how long you had been crying for, but eventually, you felt as if you had managed to pour your entire soul out, so much so that you were now exhausted. Despite the fact that you knew your boyfriend’s jumper was now soaked in your tears and snot and you looked worse for wear, you were grateful for the cathartic experience. What you had been feeling for the past few days had been weighing you down and all it took was half a wrap, a cuddle and a gentle stroke of your head to feel release. Perhaps he knew you needed it.

You felt him shift behind you, your body too tired and weak to find the strength to see what he was doing. You felt his hand at your lower back and before you could ask what he was doing, you see his hand in front of your face with a clean tissue. He wiped your eyes first and then your nose, you tilt your head towards him to help him see you better.

You watched him carry a concentrated look on his face as he made sure he’d cleaned away all the mess from your face (and his sleeve), brows knit together and lips pulled into a small pout. For some reason, it made you laugh, the breathy sound startling him for a moment before he relaxed and tried to fight a smile.

“What are you laughing at?” He muttered, throwing the used tissue so that it landed on the coffee table.

“You’re babying me.”

“Yeah. You’re my baby.” He gave you a gentle smile then leaned down and planted a kiss onto your forehead. You returned the smile because he was absolutely right. You wouldn’t trust yourself with anyone else but Eren Yeager. “You’re my baby.” He repeated, this time allowing his lips to meet yours.

#your sunflower writes #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan fluff #attack on titan fic #attack on titan eren #modern aot #aot imagines #aot #aot au #attack on titan au #eren fluff

[fkevin073]

For the ship asks

what is your absolute favorite ship?

explain why do/don’t ship Carla and Polo?

favorite AU ideas for Nick and Ziggy? And same question with Alice and Cindy

Is a lot, i'm sorry but i'm courius

oof this is a tough one, but I shall do my best!

for question one:

I have a lot of favourite ships. I love pretty much all period drama couples, especially Austen ones, so those are top of the list. But in terms of other media: Stefan and Elena from TVD, Jane and Michael from JTV, Jess and Rory from Gilmore Girls, Peeta and Katniss from THG, and many many more. Jake and Amy from Brooklyn 99, all the ships from ATLA pretty much, The Good Place I just ship everyone. Lol, there's a lot, but the first 5 are like the main ones.

I mean I love talking about/writing for nick & ziggy but I don't ship them in terms of wanting them to be together. Like if the curse wasn't a thing and Nick wasn't an evil douchebag, sure I would like I did before watching 1666 but he's really so awful. I like to pretend he isn't a lot of the time, but yeah. I don't "ship" ship them if that makes sense. I do think they are fascinating though!

for question 2:

Okay, I don't ship Carla and Polo from Elite. Idk I mean they're both gorgeous, but tbh I preferred Carla with Samuel. I don't ship Carla and Polo because to be when we saw their relationship it felt very much like they were together just for convenience/image and not because they genuinely wanted to be together anymore, if that makes sense. Especially after what happens in season 1, any chance they had of getting back together vanished. Like it just got so manipulative and toxic and I didn't feel like they really liked who they were around each other.

now for question 3:

I mean for Nick & Ziggy I've literally written so many AU's for them it's hard to keep count, so I'm going to list potential ideas for them that I might finish/haven't written yet and others that I know other people are interested in writing:

1. I've been working (very very slowly) on a period drama au for nick x ziggy which might quite possibly go nowhere.

2. then there's this other idea based on a prompt from @indistinctmumblings that I'm developing where Nick & Ziggy are young adults instead of teenagers and meet when he's on the force because she keeps getting arrested and they drive around in his cruiser looking for Sarah fier's bones. I'm still debating about whether the curse should be in it or not (Nick's dad is still alive at this point. Nick only briefly saw Ziggy at Nightwing so they didn't get a chance to reconnect)

3. there's a lot of interesting fic ideas people have talked about writing so I'm excited to see if anything turns up with that.

4. finally, I had a really in depth discussion also with @indistinctmumblings about a time-loop AU, where Nick is trapped reliving the same day in 1978 over and over again. Idk if I could or would write that - like I try to bring something new to each Nick & Ziggy fic I write in terms of characterization, plot, how the curse ends and everything, and I feel like I'm approaching the finish line in terms of creating new content? Like I don't want to regurgitate the same thing I've already spammed this tag so much lmao, but we'll see. this fic idea - especially the ending shot - has really stuck with me, but it's a popular idea and not one I came up with on my own, so.

in terms of Cindy and Alice lol, my favourite AU is when they both live and get to live happily ever after! I love that. But I also love the idea of them in some kind of competitive setting (maybe a figure skating/olympics AU where they're both favourites to win and used to be friends omg) or even just the idea of them being roommates in college and then slowly falling in love. I love these two, but it hurts so much to write for them 😢😢

thanks for the ask! 💕

#nick x ziggy #fear street #cindy x alice #elite #stelena #Jane x michael #Rory x jess #asks #answered asks

[fandom-sheep]

Capt. Puffy and BadBoyHalo 25 APR 21

Delayed Liveblogging Red Banquet Part 1/1

I’m not mentally prepared for this

But Eret looks awesome and I’m glad they decided to ride the red armor horse.

We’re nervous too.

Also Fundy casually wearing just plain armor.

I’m dual weilding streams now.

Bads got some good music going.

I’m going to primarily watch Puffy’s POV but I’m also watching Bad because I refuse to miss anything.

Ponk and Ant are there wondering where everyone is. Everyone is watching Eret spin on a horse.

Oh Niki!

Oh Sam!

I love how some went all out and got new skins while others just, threw on some armor.

Oh. Everyone’s finally wandering in.

I’m going to mostly listen to Bad never mind. I feel listening to the most main character ish character would be smart.

Ah water. Sketchy.

This is too hospitable for my liking.

Niki seems impressed.

Everyone claiming to be 6’3” wow.

I’m still in love with the fact that Eret’s and Foolish’s outfits do match those from that one fan art.

Oh look at Fundy all dressed up.

I look away for one second and Sam is in a cauldron.

There is too much funny stuff happening for lore.

Finally making there way to the dance floor. Nice.

Bad’s end is so far behind where I am watching Puffys.

Forget it. I’ll watch Puffy’s uneless something interesting happens.

Everything does look nice.

Foolish. Please don’t make this too cursed. Please.

Thick Cider. Mhm.

*noises of disappointment in cursed lore*

Has no one met Fundy? They are surprised he robbed the outfit.

Eret so proud of her dress.

Oh wait George is here for the Lore and he is on time. Impressive.

Sam isn’t wearing pants... that is a good point. Oh off he goes.

This is just a series of insulting each other in fancy outfits. There is no lore. Only mild chaos.

Are we having a maid bit? Yep we are having a cat maid hbomb bit.

We’re just sitting her insulting one another.

Dinner! I’m also trying to add tags to this with everyone who is here and this is going to be hard.

Puffy also sitting at the head of the table. That’s probably symbolic.

Look at Foolish go... look at that totem go.

Oh look the King is speaking. Oh monarch?

Eret’s skin just looks so good. I can’t get over it.

Everyone taking turns sharing at the banquet like kids introducing themselves at the start of an event.

Oh no. Puffy is going.

Road trip plays in the background.

Oh George. Fundy cheering for being asleep.

Beat flavored soup. Wow. Free range beet. I would say that.

Who is throwing eggs? I recognize that sound effect.

Bad. You are talking yourself into a hole.

I know dramatic speeches and I did not like those pauses.

Whoa Whoa Whoa. Lava Wall.

We leaving the leaf.

HBomb is sizzling.

Oh. They planned for her plan.

This feels like a chaotic show.

WAIT HANNAH! I FORGOT THE EGG GOT HER!

No. No main event.

How many other plans are there?!?! This feels like such a strange episode.

Oh? Attempted egg splosion.

We knew that wouldn’t work after Quackity’s attempt.

Well... it was a good try.

Wait executions! There aren’t enough cannon lives here for executions.

Oh Eret! Speaking up.

You go your majesty.

He might have been the original traitor but he did get to grow.

Oh please don’t sacrifice Eret.

Oh Fundy sounds so distraught.

Oh wow Fundy and Niki saying exactly the same thing.

I do not like this.

Ah the totem has yeeted the Rolex.

Yes Lightning!

Oh they planned for that. he revealed his skills and they planned for it.

*distressed sounds*

Wow Eret is ready to die first so Foolish doesn’t have to.

And they swapped spots.

No. Quit manipulating. We don’t need another manipulation arc.

I’m getting chills from all this.

NOOOOO

Canon Life’s Lose so far: 1

Bop Bop Bop. Another one bites the dust.

Oh. Quackity.

Sup Quackity.

Eret you aren’t streaming quit blocking the view.

Go duck man go.

How did Quackity get in again? I missed that somehow?

The Rolex. Quit with the mild comedy! We’re over here crying and y’all are throwing a Rolex.

Oh no! What army.

FREAKING TECHNOBLADE!

AND THE HOUNDS!

Alright. Waiting for the dogs to come is an acceptable comedic distraction.

Techno is terrifying.

Oh Purpled. And kiddo has a nice suit.

Techno and Quackity’s fans are going to go nuts.

Look at Puffy go.

Good job gal.

Look at that hound army go.

All the cannon lives being lost.

Don’t go for him?

Oh Purpled go. That ok.

Poor Fundy sounds so stressed.

Techno in character going “IDK who that is”

Oh rats. They got out.

Another prison. Why is that our solution to everything.

Ive pulled Bad’s POV up again, but I’ve got ads.

Oh. Bad sounds sad. And his chat is spamming dream...

And he has sad music.

Everyone being an unreliable narrator here.

Oh bad boating away.

While everyone talking about containing the egg.

Oh Bad’s ending on a sad note.

People talking about plot armor. Eret has been here since Early L’manberg and he still has all cannon lives.

Well. Bad ended and everyone else is stressing.

Digging out. Everyone so done with all that.

Aww. No more parties...

Hooray Air!

Oh. Stew.

Oh Puffy honey.

Her child was killed in front of her. Killed her friends. There is a crisis.

The others dinking around just out of and just in frame aren’t helping the moment.

Oh. We lost a doggies. Sadness.

Sorry wait Puffy is doing heart hurting stuff.

Go find your boy honey.

Oh wait we’re ending.

Well... that was something.

Can someone else go live and just kinda chill on the smp out of character please? Just so there is a little less whiplash of streams ending.

Anyway. That was really good and I like all the characters being involved. Didn’t feel like anyone was too out of place between speeches and just the hanging out at the beginning.

#dreamsmp #dsmp #dsmp lore #badboyhalo #foolish gamers #captain puffy #georgenotfound #hannahxxrose #fundy #antfrost #awesamdude #ponk #eret #niki nihachu #hbomb94 #quackity #purpled #technoblade #red banquet #spoilers #dsmp spoilers #delayed liveblogging

[thewickerking]

everyday i wake up. i find a mutual in law whos blocked me. like whyyy i dont even do anything on this website. some ex muts too like what. i feel like i have very little internet presence outside of talking to specific internet friends on like. discord like what do i do on TUMBLR that makes ppl want to hardblock me. i swear i was blocked less by mutual in laws on my old account where home.stuck was one of my top tags (im an ex hs fan for context i do not support it and actively hate it) like ??? i KNOW im overthinking this its literally tumblr who cares and i laugh abt it a lot but idk it bothers me like im not fixated on it pleeease dont think im that terminally online or anything i think im just mental illness 👍

like idk idk i put a huge amount of energy into how im perceived bc it matters a lot to me that people around me like me ..like irl i will buy food for people i despise bc i want ppl to have positive associations with me soo bad . this isnt like an "ohhh im such a nice person how dare u not like me im so nice" thing bc i absolutely can and will be an asshole and im constantly walking the line between "im overly self confident for fun" and "i genuinely think im better than everyone and will say it" and like a bunch of other stuff i dont have to list all my flaws to make a point (<- almost did but decided againist it)

anyways idk idk!! im so likeable irl which again sounds very egotistical but is literally true like im not afraid of confrontation or anything but im friendly and honest and ppl generally enjoy me being around which is something ive worked sooooo hard to make true and like. idk mutual in laws are people i see around and i like having little friends in my phone ! mils feel like classmates u see around but dont talk to much and the idea of that like. category (is that the right word..) of people not liking me is genuinely upsetting i literally dont have anyone in my entire school who doesnt like me or like. feels more negative abt me than positive or neutral (to my knowledge at least..)

like idk i feel like im going in circles and i genuinely am not super invested in this it isnt consuming my every waking thought or whatever its just frustrating and im a bit paranoid people are talking shit about me and like........ i am fine confronting issues people have with me like if theres a genuine issue pleeeeease talk to me abt it i would rather be confronted with an issue of mine out of nowhere then be blocked but most of the people who have me blocked probably have for things that arent objectively bad but annoy them like spam rbing or whatever (i dont think i spam the dash or mass rb from ppl but idk i might to some ppl) but i dont knowwww and its driving me off the walls <- will literally stop caring abt this in 5 minutes and it just thinking about it really hard rn and making my self feel worse by overthinking but also feeling better by talking it out instead of letting it fester

anyways sorry for the lack of read more im on mobile :( but like yeah im just talking it out ill feel better and more normal when i post this bc i just need to tell people things even if they dont matter just to have them out there and feel real or smn idk. i dont really get why it works but it does so yay ^-^

#this is so long helppppp um im kinda embarrassed abt it now lmao #long post #vent #<- kinda??? idk i just want ppl to be able to filter it if they dont wanna see it #.ares

[goldafterglow]

hold me in the meadows

Summary: You are Ezra’s dreamcatcher and he is your burrow.

Request: “The sleepy prompts!! Lovely! Can you do “I have had nightmares every night for the past three weeks and now they’re gone because of you, how did you do that?” with (can you guess??) EZRA” - the love of my life, @opheliaelysia

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k+

Tags: angst?, fluff, more metaphors that don’t mean anything, weird touching lol idk what the fuck this fic is, this is also not beta read so send the flood send the flu

Author’s Note: If you left a like or comment or reblog on Dissolve Me I’m telling you with as little shame as is humanly possible that I definitely reread it at least 3 times. Feedback means the word to me! also this was supposed to be a 500 word drabble and now it’s over 4.5k words if that tells you anything about me. I apologize in advance I think I’ve really outdone myself w/ my bullshit this time

Gif Credit: @pascvl; Also shout out to @pascalplease sorry I spammed you for nothing dsfgdsg

Ezra is staring at you.

He’d met you on one of those toxic moons, one of those deceitfully picturesque mirages where the dust glitters like lily petals but the air would kill you before you could think to appreciate it. You were a floater; a nomad with no place to call home, but you figured you liked it that way. Homes were permanent. They set lives and futures in cobblestone and trapped spirits in gated properties, keeping just about anything and everything tethered under the farce of security. Homes make paraffin casings around dragonfly wings and turn footprints to concrete. So you never had one, and you never wanted one. Ezra had found you amusing. You had found him to be better company than just yourself. So with great reluctance, you established a partnership. Not one forged in steel or bronze but something still fleeting, its true meaning always escaping your lips like a forgotten thought. It’s too much work to try and think about it anyway.

You had let him invite you to reside in his tent. It took coaxing, required copious amounts of golden honey spilling from Ezra’s tongue to get you to tenaciously stick to him, but you were no match for his silver tongue. He did everything he could to assure that this wasn’t a habitat, but merely a shelter - a thing that could be taken down and built back up somewhere else, anywhere you wanted. So you had obliged. He let you take the cot closest to the zipper door; you liked being closer to the exit, just a rotation away from being back on your feet. He tries to let you truly feel like if you wanted to escape, wanted to elope with liberty and run away from the loose bonds of the canopy, you could.

Three weeks of sleeping adjacent to him and you still don’t want to.

Ezra is used to temporary relationships. He has done his fair share of companion hopping, although he wasn’t really making an effort to do so. It scares him a little - why can’t he make anyone stay, make anything last? Partners passed him by, either to traverse on their lonesome or to stay with that greedy man in the eternal sky. Teams disbanded around him like glass castles shattering in his wake. Ezra, whether he liked it or not, was accustomed to transience.

He is not, however, accustomed to fearing that sharp brevity. Ezra is constantly on his toes around you, frequently wondering if he’s pushing you away or pulling you closer. You aren’t skittish, don’t constantly question everything he says or get offended by the sound of his voice, but he’s still scared of losing you. Every time he looks into your eyes he sees wonder, a certain fascination with life that he tries so hard to match because he wants to find things as beautiful as you do. As beautiful as you are. He wants to mis-quote your favorite novels that you force him to read so that you’ll scold him so affectionately and tell him that perhaps he had garnered a little brain damage from his previous escapades. He wants to trip over tree roots that have herniated through the soil so you can laugh at him, maybe lay there on the grass with him for a little bit. Just a little bit.

In your own mind, you are guarded. You try your very best not to get too personal, too deep, too much. Because you don’t like it when people can see your flushed, bloody insides. You just know that the moment you open your chest, someone will steal your heart right out of your rib cage and like the pass of a hummingbird, all of your secrets will be free to float in the breeze like the ashes of your lost quintessence; it’ll all be gone and then you’ll really be empty.  So how could you ever know what you mean to Ezra?

He knows what a truly locked up person looks like. He’s spent hundreds of cycles with people that don’t make a noise. He’s sat in bustling pods of people and felt like the only man in the room, like solitary confinement for his mind. No, you are not some warning-covered steel box, padlocked and duct-taped and glued shut so that even if he’s sitting right next to you, he’ll have nothing more than his own voice bounce to off of your walls and fly right back to him. You’re a music box, a gold-trimmed heart-shaped sound bottle, and he learns that if he winds you up the right way, you’ll sing so pretty for him.

He has spent so long talking, nonsensically making those arbitrary noises burst out of his throat until they lose all meaning, but finally, for the first time in so fucking long, Ezra gets to listen.

He listens to you tell him you think his hair is stupid and that sometimes he smells bad. He listens to you lament about barren dig-sites and wasted time, about how it’s so fucking hot in your suit. He listens to you fantasize about touching the trees, burying your face in your flowers and squeezing the moss in your hands. About drowning in the river so that your body is filled with the water and then rolling in the sand so that it all sticks to you and you have to dive back in to clean off. About feeling something.

Sometimes, Ezra just wants to hear something other than his own voice. And you’re the cold towel to his inflamed skin, refreshing and addictive. You’re much braver than you think, so much stronger than you give yourself credit for, because for once, Ezra can talk into the forest and know that there’s someone to listen besides the leaves. He doesn’t feel alone.

Every night, when the moon has turned its back on the narcissistic Sun and opened its arms to the thousands of other stars, each just a prick of light but understanding of their place in the tapestry of the darkness, the two of you retire to that tent. You both redress into comfortable clothes, backs turned on each other under the guise of respect, and climb into your respective cots. Ezra would turn off that shitty lantern that illuminated the enclosure, and your shadows would dissipate into the darkness.

Except Ezra’s shadows don’t disappear; they hide. They blend into the black and mold into one man-engulfing untamable beast to possess Ezra’s throat. And they manifest again in his mind. They poison that movie that plays once you slip consciousness, instills fear into his bone marrow until he doesn’t feel safe in his own body, his own thoughts.

These slumber illusions haunt Ezra. His right arm waves at him in his sleep, the souls to which he was the conduit bridging life and death haunt his diaphragm with toothy grins to mock him, screeching into his cavities. They remind him that he was never really alone because he has the suffocating embrace of those spirits that are sewn so tight to his eyelids. Every night he somehow manages to pull himself from the darkness only for his own demons to pull him back by the throat. He is always oscillating between consciousness and unconsciousness, being tossed around like a helpless rag with no hope of liberation. Nothing scares him more than his own thoughts.

And you know. You know all of it. How could you not? You were born a tumbleweed, wandering across desolation, so of course you’re a light sleeper. And you can hear Ezra’s choked cries, his tossing and turning as he drains himself of any sense of safety. But this man is a stranger to you. He is just a person you reside with, talk to all the time, nudge gently and tease and smile with. He is just the person that you wake up wanting to see, whose attention you always crave. A stranger.

So every night you turn your body to face the zipper of the tent and pretend that you can’t hear him cry. Pretend that you don’t sometimes cry with him. A pretty lavender lie that smells sweet, tastes sweeter.

You, in your cowardice, let him destroy himself. Watch as the bags under his eyes get bigger and greyer and the strings holding his shoulders up lose their tension.

Ezra, in his flawed cratered embodiment, is only human. And he had gone so long without holding anyone, without being held. He knows what he wants, knows who he wants. But he also knows how jittery you are, how fluttery your heart is, and he doesn’t want to approach it too fast lest he startle you and you fly off into the stars. But he can’t keep doing this, can’t live with himself when he knows he’s not the one in control but those horned, slimy creatures that claw at his maxilla with their venomous grins.

The lights are out in the tent per usual, so Ezra can’t really see you. His careful eyes can trace the outline of the curves of your body - or is it that his delusional eyes are envisioning some arbitrary glow around you, convincing him that what he’s seeing is real? Reality is a concept with which he is no longer familiar.

You, laying in your cot, decide that you just can’t take it anymore. You can’t stand to let this intruder of your life break you down the way he is without even trying. How dare he look into you, how dare he listen to you without passing judgement, how fucking dare he make you feel like a flower in bloom?

Ezra hears your breaths - they’re uneven. You haven’t gone to sleep. What are you waiting for?

“Ezra?” you practically squeak into the void. His ears perk up immediately; your cotton candy voice is enticing to him, flossing its way through his veins.

“What are you doing up, birdie?” Ezra asks softly, the air of his lungs floating on top of his words. He doesn’t mean to keep you awake, but he isn’t mad that you are. It’s stimulating his nerves enough to keep himself awake, and that’s something he probably won’t ever be able to repay you for.

“I-um….” Shit. You hadn’t expected to get this far. What would you say to him? How could you tell him that you wanted to help cleanse him, that you wanted to grovel in lime-coated thumb tacks with him and absorb his pain into your tissue paper skin? “I can’t sleep.”

Not a lie. Ezra knows you mean it. He just doesn’t know why.

“Well that won’t suffice,” he decides, outstretching his left arm blindly off the edge of his cot until his fingers brush against what he’s looking for: that goddamn lantern. With a little more fumbling, a weak but good enough orange glow is emitted on the floor between the two of you. You both catch each other’s pitiful gaze. You want to take care of each other, want to shield each other from the red sprites that nip angrily at each other’s hearts. Ezra holds his left arm out to you, tentatively. He’s never been more unsure in his life. He watches you glance at his arm, and then quickly to the side. You’re trying to decide if you’ll let him add another tether to you. If you’ll let him become something sewed so tight to your bleeding skin that to leave would rip you apart.

You slowly get up and walk over to his cot.

Ezra lets out a soft breath and his lips turn to a soft smile. He’s soft.

“C’mere, dandelion” he mumbles to you, and he hasn’t missed his right arm so much as in this moment. He wants to hold you properly, wants to keep you as close to him as possible. You’re hesitant, and he can tell. You’ve never been this close to him before, and you want to savor it. When your head finally touches his shoulder, it’s like a catalyst ignites underneath the two of you. You mold into each other the way the gods intended, like lake water seeping into the smallest of crevices of an empty river bed. Like the opposing poles of two magnets, like a key penetrating a lock. Like you were made for each other. Your arms immediately wrap around him, his neck now a fixture of your body, and his arm leads you to lay down on the cot. Without words, without that candid discourse that Ezra was so fond of, his face is buried into the warmth of your chest and he feels like you’ve cast an ethereal shield around him.

Ezra doesn’t need to hold you tight because you’re holding him tighter, like you’re trying to cling to something invisible and foreign before it can even think to leave you. Before it realizes that it doesn’t want you. Don’t leave. He can feel you breathe him in, face smashed against his wild hair, and he can’t blame you because he’s breathing you in too.

“Sweetheart-” he breathes, fanning against your skin in a way that sends a deep shiver down your spine and shakes your shoulders.

“Shh.” And for once in his cursed life, he’s speechless. There’s so much, too much that he wants to say to you, but his mind is shouting all of it at him at once and he doesn’t even know where to start. So he shuts the fuck up. He feels you. He feels your heat melt him until he can barely control his own muscles because they’ve gone limp, unable to perform a single contraction because his fibers are relaxed, are at peace.

He doesn’t know when he falls asleep.

When Ezra wakes, you’re still sweet and motionless around him. The lamp was still on, still shining pathetically on the ground. He doesn’t feel the need to look around or squeeze his lids closed in an attempt to wring the bad rest out of him.

Rest?

He thinks fucking hard. When had he woken up last night? When had his banshees infiltrated his thoughts and cried into the void of his packed mind? All he can recall are caramel dreams, whipped cream clouds and berry trampolines for him to jump high into the cotton candy sky. He thinks he might like it that way. Maybe every night can be like that, every morning can feel this transcendent.

He hears you moan quietly as you stir not long after him, breaths shuddering on their way out of your nose as you slowly come to your senses.

“Good morning, birdie,” Ezra finally says. He doesn’t know what to say to you, what he can say to you, without making you flip a switch and realize that it’s all a mistake, that he is a mistake. His eardrums smile as your sleepy whining settles.

“Morning, Ezra,” you whisper, throat not ready to talk yet. It’s okay; you’d rather hear him talk to you anyway.

“Did you…were you able to achieve some sort of comfort?” Ezra asks. For a second you’re confused until you remember what you’d told him last night, and you realize that you’re holding him the same way you were when you’d gone to sleep. He hadn’t woken up.

“Yeah, Ezra,” you finally say after letting yourself simmer in the silence for a second. “Thank you.”

He smiles wide against your skin, the blunt tip of his excitement the battering ram that beats against his racing heart. He’s given you something worthy of your gratefulness, and the feeling of being worthy light his chest with blue flames.

“It’s not my intention to blow you away, dandelion,” Ezra says, his nerves manifesting into his characteristic breathy laughs, “but I can’t deny how direly I want to just touch you.” You feel the air get knocked out of you as your diaphragm begins to spasm; what is he asking? You’ve thought about it before; god, of course you’ve thought about it before. To lay back as you let him study you, memorize you and then let you do the same. Analyze the sculpted marble of his body to remind yourself why you love it so much.

“Please.”

It’s barely a whisper, a secret told to the wind, but Ezra hears you. Ezra always hears you.

So Ezra’s fingers begin to wander along your skin. He wants to map out the scars on your body, wants to learn the shape of you so intimately that he could remodel you if he wanted to. He wants to know your body the way he knows when you’re disappointed or frustrated or amazed or confused. He wants to just know.

You feel the calloused pads of Ezra’s fingers put a little pressure onto that dip of your thoracic vertebrae, draw circles above your hip right under the fabric of your sweatshirt, caress your shoulder. He’s slowly exposing your skin to the humid chill of the dank enclosure, carefully making your top cover less and less of you, but you’ve never felt warmer.

As Ezra’s mind begins to really warm up and the cogs begin to grease themselves, his words begin to flow out the way you’re used to. The way you’ve learned to love.

“Sweetheart, I have had nightmares every night for the past three weeks and now they’re gone,” he blurts. Fuck. His hand stutters against the small of your back. He’s done it now, he’s really gone and blown it, because now you know he’s fucking broken and you’re smart enough to know when to avoid damaged goods. You have to know that if you were to take your hands and try and feel him you’d just get bumps and ridges and cracks. But Ezra is selfish, can’t help himself or his thoughts, so he keeps rambling. “It is not my intention to come off as presumptuous, but I just know it’s because of you. How did you do that, birdie? You never told me you were sent to me as a dreamcatcher.”

You can’t help but smile into his scalp a little at his words. You didn’t mind taking all of his bad dreams and refracting them far away into the space between the stars for him. A light, breathy laugh rolls off your tongue like a huff, because fuck, if you were going to be embroidered to something it might as well be him.

Your breath hitches again as the back of his hand runs flat along your stomach. It travels back around and up to the nape of your neck, tracing your shoulders and then over to your clavicles, paying close attention to the dips. You can’t help but wonder if this means as much to him as it does to you; it means everything to you.

“You’re right. I’ve been holding out on you all this time,” you say, and he can hear you smile through the roses of your words. He slowly and with purpose lifts his head from your embrace so that he can look up at you, maybe even catch a glimpse of that pretty grin of yours and burn it onto his lenses.

“I’m not confident that you’ll ever know how fortuitous I was the day I met you.” Ezra’s voice is low as he speaks, his drawl stretching and fraying the ends of his words, and you soak in every last syllable. You soak in the meaning of his words. He feels lucky to have you.

You look down at him, bringing a hand to run through his hair. That stupid blonde streak snatches your attention for a moment and you thumb at the strands. You want to tease him about it, mock him a little, but you don’t. The moon marine in your arms holds so much unbridled beauty, and it’s all yours to look at.

Ezra is all yours to look at.

Ezra’s hand travels up to your face, cupping your cheek while his thumb toys with the corner of your mouth in a way that makes you bite your lip through a smile. Throwing all caution to the wind, you turn your head and press a shy kiss to the heel of his palm. Ezra’s skin burns where you’ve sanctified him. His hand begins to crave your touch in other ways, he is craving something more from you, but he knows he does far too much taking. He’s already taken so much from you, has already stolen so many moments from you out of sheer gluttony, but it’s not always his fault because you’re so giving. He knows you were a little hollow from the start, knows you were a little frayed in the first place, but still you share your thoughts and companionship with him because whether you know it or not, you’re a little taken by this space mutineer. If you fled this little thing you’ve built with him, you’d be leaving the prettiest parts of yourself behind for him to keep taking care of the way a mother makes her son’s bed after he leaves for college because what if you want to come back?

But you haven’t left, haven’t abandoned him and in turn, yourself. You’re right here, letting him bask in your reverent lavender radiation, and as he looks at how you’re giving off your own intrinsic glow because the shitty orange light on the ground isn’t enough, he knows he hasn’t earned it. He doesn’t think this is a very fair transaction at all, but he’s too selfish to stop you from paying a little extra. You’ll let him keep the change.

Ezra wordlessly lifts his head, nosing at your wrist so that you’ll bring it lower and let him kiss the delicate skin there. He looks up at you with wide, eager eyes of adoration. His feelings for you are beginning to bubble underneath the surface of his silk-lined thoughts and he is willing them to stay at that low simmer because he doesn’t want to think about anything except how fucking gorgeous you look in the lamplight.

“I’m growing rather fond of the way you feel against me,” Ezra finally says. Everything is so foreign now, so new, so he tries to do the one thing you both know, the one routine you can both dance without needing to think about it: talking.

“I like it too Ezra,” you giggle. Not a long, flittery one, but a pass of air with a note under it. You’re a little nervous too.

“I reckon I could get accustomed to this,” he whispers. Your lip betrays you, curling itself to reveal your reply before you even say it. Your teeth capture your lower lip for the act of treason, but it’s too late. “But I’d just hate it if I made you feel like you’re bearing my baggage.”

“Ezra, you don’t have crippling baggage,” you insist. What is this man talking about? You were the one with issues. You were the one that had to be convinced to stay with him, you were the one that insisted on the right cot, you were the real coward here. You were broken. “Everyone has their demons. There is so much more inside of you. You’re so full.”

Ezra’s eyes go a little wide at your words. You didn’t think he was half a man? Some incomplete mosaic that would never find his missing pieces?

“You flatter me,” he chuckles; no, he giggles.

“Well…I just figured there’s no way a broken man could handle his broken partner the way you deal with me.” His expression melts into something more than pity and less than ignorance - confusion. The tap in Ezra’s tongue pops loose and his words begin to cascade from his lips like some majestic phenomenon, like holy water spraying the filth off of your brow.

“I need you to look at me, firefly.” His voice is more stern now, his words more articulate as he shifts up the bed slightly so that he’s eye level with you. He’s still on his side, his left hand is still gripping the flesh at your hip. “I don’t think you’ll ever truly comprehend how much you’ve done for me these past cycles, but this life is quiet and toilsome. You’re capable of recognizing beauty in things I wouldn’t have even taken note of in the first place, and I hang onto your every utterance whether you’re aware or not. It’s easy for me to sit here and tell you how bad I always want you because you fill my thoughts, pretty dandelion. And if someone came here and regurgitated your exact words to me, it still wouldn’t hold a candle to the way you sing when you wonder out loud. I don’t need to ‘deal’ with you, sweet rose. I want you.”

Your lip quivers a little; you know Ezra likes talking to you, he’s told you before. But you couldn’t help but assume Ezra just likes talking, period. That he liked having you around about as much as he’d enjoy the company of any other talker. To think that someone wants you, your passions and afterthoughts and pondering notions, meant more than anything you could articulate.

“Ezra-” you start, but you cut yourself off. You want to let his words turn into condensation on your skin, to form little rain clouds above your head so that they pour back down on you in delicate drops. You want to let him linger, to sit and hang above you like the sky hangs above the ocean.

You look straight at him, deep into his inquiring brown eyes as you both begin to breathe the same air, scents mingling between you like the heat between two stars. His nose is right up against yours and you can feel his lashes caress your cheekbone. He’s so close, but you want him closer, need him to move his hand or blink his eyes or do something, because you can’t take the nothingness anymore when you’ve got everything pressed right up against your face.

Ezra decides he wants one last thing from you.

“My rose, I don’t want to ask too much of you, but I suppose if that were true I wouldn’t have invited you to stay with me anyway. In the tent, of course. Not the cot.” Fuck, what was he saying? He lets out a soft laugh as he tries to reorganize his thoughts, a blushing mess under your gaze because he’s so used to knowing exactly how to get what he wants, but he’s really pushing your boundaries and bending your fence posts now. You’re turning him into a man who fumbles, a man who doesn’t always have to know what he’s about to say, and he doesn’t mind being a little less talk around you and a lot more touch.

Suddenly, he’s reminded of what he wanted to ask you.

“Sweet creature, could I kiss you?”

You don’t miss a beat in this soft ballad you’re playing with him, letting out a gentle “yeah, Ezra.”

You don’t like homes, don’t like to be told that you’re forever nailed to walls and wood. But maybe, as Ezra’s scruffy chin leans up to slot his lips against yours, you could build a tent in him. Maybe this leaky soul was your permanent, your unyielding, your perpetual.

As Ezra tilts his head towards you with a soft moan so he can kiss you the way you deserve, speak to you through the blinding sensation of his mouth telling you how he wants you, needs you, loves you, without using a single word, he is confident that his hollow cavities are beginning to be filled by your amber essence. He can tell you’re letting yourself finally take root in him, clearing out the wretched foliage so that you can curl up in the meadow of his soul and rest your bones within him.

Yeah.

You’re home.

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do u hv any general tips on writing? ive spent so long re reading ur fics to learn from them, and each time im absolutely amazed at how good it is, like, each word feels like it needed to be there including words like "really" "probably" "even" just small things like that, make it so real, and as if we're actually reading the character's thoughts. also, when it comes to fics, do you base it off your own life? or do you some research, if so are there any sites u use frequently? have a good day <3

Hmmm okay

I'll go slightly out of order (under cut bc trying not to spam dashes):

First off, thank you so so much!! Wowzers! Every time someone says they've read something I wrote more than once, it makes me so, so happy!!! And to do it with the intention of learning?! Whoa! I'm so touched! Someone once told me they learned a lot whenever I did that "commentary" on coming up tails... I planned on doing that w ch. 11 of aibg (that someone requested)... maybe I should rally? Idk, if you think it'd be of some use, lmk and I'll begin this weekend. That said, I never took a writing class apart from one memoir one, so idk much. I'm also just kind of going with the flow and hoping what I write makes sense! I don't think I'd ever have enough confidence in my writing to go into a creative lit class or anything! (funny you'd say that about not having one excessive word bc I'm actively trying to write LESS... I think I always have too many unnecessary words 😂)

(vaguely answered inspo before) I do base a LOT off my own life. Mostly conversations I'm imagining with people I like. Like I have a crush on this guy (see any other post), and a few months back I saw him in a store and we didn't speak, but saw each other. i kept imagining he would wait outside when i exited and i'd walk up to him and the first thing i'd say to him, meeting him in person for the first time, would be: "i'm going to hate myself, aren't i?" "why?" he'd ask. "for having sex with you." and that obviously didn't happen, but i imagined it over and over and am always tempted to write a ST story w work enemies based on that one fantasied-conversation. does that make sense?

The easiest ones offhand are ALL of On Pride. I did get a splinter and meet a classmate at the hospital week one of undergrad. I went to dinner with someone i liked all through law school and he always knew it and it always felt like the timing didn't work, but he also was single and then went out with someone else? but i still am positive liked me? idk (this and hospital were years apart and different people). Or in paper moon, I had a think w a guy in barbados that was similar... or had the same conversation at the cloisters in ny that they have in the church about god... So point of the story: yes, a lot of things are based off dumb shit in my life, but most is based off imagined-conversations with men. also a lot on scenes from media I consume. I'll see a movie, love one plot point, think about it for weeks, and then decide to write it down. (or these days, you guys... i did a rough outline of that whole royal!au/bodyguard!au after someone put it in an ask 😂)

That all said, I don't do research for inspiration... but when I have a question (see this answer) I just google. during oh, oh I'm on fire (worth the tag even though no one will read? 😭) I called my mother so many times to ask about the 70's (i.e. did you say fridge or icebox growing up? when did grandma stop wearing panty-hose?). So that's basically it? (i even read a book specifically for that though!). No specific websites. Sorry I can't be of more help!

And then, finally, general tips:

just write. That’s the most important. Edit later if that helps. Just keep writing.

I am a pro-outliner. But sometimes that doesn’t work for everyone. I love it because I can lay out the big things and then see where I have gaps. And when I need motivation, i already have the section basically drafted. So if I’m having to force myself (which happens — it’s work. There is always a few parts (sometimes more) of a fic I have to grit my teeth through), I already have what I want to say outlined and can just write it out and by the time I finish that section, I’m into it and can move onto the next thing. I love outlining. It helps me see the big picture too. And when I need motivation, I’ll just reread my outline.

If that doesn’t work though, then just write. And when it gets hard, see if you can just eek out one more page, even if you hate everything you’re putting down, just to get over that hurdle.

And find friends! If you ever need someone to look at your writing, let me know! I have no superlative ideas, but can always be around to talk through things/motivate!

Anyway, sorry for this morbidly long answer. I hope at least some of it was of use. And thank you for this message! It really made my day to see it as soon as I woke up!

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