#anyways I'm normal rn /lying

[nutklcker]

I'm thinkin abt Anno rn and like

Imagine loving a Masked (romantically, platonically, or otherwise)

Wether you're an employee or a monster or whatever, you have a lovely little masked by your side all the time, and you collect scrap or hunt or just exist until eventually their body starts to deteriorate

And as a person, an organic thingy, you think it's dying and you mourn and spend your last days together, until eventually, one day, they stop moving

And then a few days later you notice the mask has fallen off, and you bring it with you as a keepsake, holding it with you for days, or weeks, or months, or maybe even years. Before eventually you just can't help it, you need to feel them, to see them, to hear them, to smell them, and you just need to be close to them again, and you bring the mask up to your face, it potentially fitting around your features perfectly, and it's like you feel them and see them and smell them again.

And then you feel their consciousness, and from her either can go two ways

Drunk on love and the grief of potentially reconnecting, you can't bring yourself to move the mask away, it feels like they're right there with you, you need to stay like this, because they feel so close. And eventually, the mask connects. And you can hear them and feel them and smell them again, but they're not there, they are but it's because they're within you. You share the same skin, you look with the same eyes and touch with the same hands, and you're perfectly together, whole once again, but in a new way that can never separate you two ever again. (*)

Or, the other option, you manage to pull the mask away, connecting the dots on what's happening, and you realize if you can just find a host you can have your lovely Masked back. So you spend time, maybe you hunt down a different Masked to use their body, maybe you go for the first humanoid thing you see like an employee or a Bracken, or maybe you are an employee and you send out a request for a new employee, recognizing you're dooming some newbie to death but coming to terms with that fate of theirs in order to have your loved one once again

And, there's a third option that's quite a but angsty beneath the cut

(*) Or, depending on your interpretation or wishes for how the masks work in this scenario, maybe once the make takes hold YOU die. And your poor Masked returns, recognizing this smell, these hands, this voice, and it's yours, but you're gone. And you've left them there, in your body, your decaying body. You had their mask, and their mask was basically immortal. But now? For them? You're gone, and the only physical remnant of you is theirs now, and because of the way their life works, that remnant is decaying, rotting, and eventually turning to dust. And once again they'll just be a mask, slowly falling off a body, waiting for someone to put it on.

#host #anyways I'm normal rn /lying #angst #vent #kinda? #we've been switching so much recently and I haven't had a lot of time to live my life so I've had a lot of pent up emotions #but some creative writing helps #especially when I think about option one and the possibility of basically cuddling Anno forever #but now I feel Rend tugging at my brain cuz he wants to think abt the prompt too #sigh #I love my brain guys #they make my life better #but also I miss being around sometimes #oh well #say la vee or whatever /lhj #also ignore any spelling errors I'm so so tired /pos /nm

[michax-forever]

“I’m so normal I swear!”

My kins:

#I'm so normal (is lying) #Spooky month #Michax post #Robert #Roy #Weird question but does anyone else always end up shipping their kins? #Like I'm looking at my list and there are so many pairings that I kin who I also ship? #Anyways these two are my personality rn #Hatzgang

[angeltism]

being hyperro is getting the impulse to scroll through the lovecore tag and annoy uu all randomly w a barrage of lovey dovey posts

#➳ the fool speaks #all kinds of cute scenarios are going through my mind rn #i literally just woke up what the scallop #but anyways . thinking about picnic dates . movie dates . fancy restaurant dates . forehead kisses . tight hugs #early morning cuddling . uu n uur somebun special adopting cats together . buying eachother kyute gifts . etc #I'm normal (lying)

[pia-writes-things]

I really love it when I develop a new obsession on someone, discover they did problematic things 10, 20, 30 years ago and obsess about that for 2 weeks straight. The way my stomach feels right now is so nice

#obviously I'm lying I'm not having a good time rn #it's like my critical thinking and ability to distance myself fly out the window the minute I obsess about something #instead of just liking it a normal amount #anyway this is a really stupid thing to complain about but I needed to get it off my chest #to delete later #pia's oversharing

[martyrofacrimescene]

Finally played superhot in full and

#also those bitches weren't lying time does fly when you play that shit #accidentally pulled an all nighter I am such a sleepy guy rn #anyway. I'm so normal. #so so so so so so normal #superhot

[memorydragon]

Spoilers ahead. Confusing spoilers if you haven't started the novel, but if you're half-way through please scroll past.

So when I say this scene is what drove me mental years ago back when I first started reading Po Yun and Tun Hai, that reading it again even after so many years still made me feral. This was the Ride or Die moment that never left while translations were dropped and disappearing. Please understand when I say that reading again after reading the whole novel makes me 10x more feral than before. That is not an exaggeration. I am 100% not okay and these are crying in the club hours. F̴̻̹̊͑̉̿e̵̘̠͈͗ͅr̶̞̠͍̮̓̊͠ā̶͈̹̅̓͠ḻ̵͓̏͑͘.

Because Wu Yu's long, long panic attack, because when he's finally able to come up for air when the waves recede just the slightest, he's pushed back down again and again, because his 'safe' person has been taken away.

Because this 'elite' who had an easy life, just admitted he'd been dragged from the fire when he was nine years old after his parents were murdered in front of him. This person who wants to take him out of this hell and pull him back, who should be safe, is covering Wu Yu with his whole body, cradling his head and covering his eyes as a ruthless mob decends on them. Because this shouldn't be happening again - but death follows behind him mercilessly cutting everyone down but leaving him. Because dying is easy living is more difficult. Bu Chonghua's blood is on his face and this person should be safe but keeping their promise requires sacrifice. Please don't promise any more.

(Bu Chonghua was supposed to run. He was supposed to leave Wu Yu to deal with the mob. But if he'd done that, people would have died, and it probably wouldn't be Wu Yu, and he'd promised to pull Wu Yu back from this abyss. He wouldn't let the rage of the mob swallow Wu Yu like a wave, dragging him back under. As they beat him, he cradle's Wu Yu's head and covers his eyes, because he won't give Wu Yu up, not to the ocean or to fire, and I'm so fucking Normal about this.)

Liao Gang sees Wu Yu at the hospital and knows something is wrong. Something is off, this is not the meek and submissive Wu Yu they've met for these past few months. He correctly pulls Wu Yu aside and instead of admonishing him to go get checked over, he says 'hey, why don't you get checked out by the hospital because someone needs to look after Captain Bu tonight. If you let them patch you up, you'll be put with the captain.' And Wu Yu finally - finally relents and allows the hospital staff to look him over.

When the lights are off and he can't sleep because there's no light he tries to trace over the current Bu Chonghua with the memory of the child he'd saved in the past, and he can't sleep but he can finally breathe. Now he can agree that Bu Chonghua and Zhang Boming are different, that Bu Chonghua isn't just an elite who sends his subordinates to death for greater glory, but someone who wants to pull him back. (And I'm putting it more politely. I honestly love that Wu Yu is still sort of cursing Bu Chonghua out when he says this, because of course he is, and Bu Chonghua is immediately gonna chew him out for smoking. I love Them.)

But when he wakes up, Bu Chonghua is gone. The hospital bed is empty and cold, and there's a committee of directors who have come to question him. He asks where his safe person Bu Chonghua is, but they put him off, saying they just want to ask a few questions. Bu Chonghua has been isolated because there's been a death - death always follows him - and they're pushing the blame on him and Bu Chonghua. Why did Zhang Boming jump to his death? What did you say to him? Why did you survive? What right do you have to survive? He'll take all the blame on himself. He was the one who killed the suspect, Bu Chonghua didn't hurt any of the mob. It was him, it was all him, and what right do you have to speak about loyalty and sacrifice, when the hospital report on their injuries is right in front of you. They assume Wu Yu will see this is just a formality, but he doesn't have the frame of reference they knew he should It wasn't him with that frame of reference, he never had one and he lashes out. They're caging him, blaming him again, and what right do you have to talk about loyalty to someone who is on the front lines?

What right do you have to come back? What right do you have to survive?

After they sedate him and bring him back, leaving him in confinement (there's a bed, his wounds have been dressed, and there's even a tv and above average food left out for him. It's a plush confinement, only for one night. They think they're going easy on him and he should be grateful, because no one told them he's panicking and has been in danger undercover his whole life for twelve years and he hasn't been able to handle eating meat since he was a child. The lights are off when he wakes up, and he's alone. The lights are off and no one is responding when he asks them to turn on the lights. No one is there when he's progressively slipping back under the waves of panic. And when he lifts the lid on the food, all he can smell is meat.

He bites his own finger, trying to wash it out with the smell of the disinfectant from his wounds and blood, but he can still smell the meat that he spilt in his own revulsion and the lights are still off. (Wu Yu, little fish, I'm not blaming you, but please, please learn to talk about your triggers and let people know so they can accommodate you, because they would actually like to accommodate you and you're not weak because you have ptsd, you're breaking our hearts. Also, as an aside, Song Ping is actually quite hilarious in this fight. He's not to blame either, but he's making things so much worse and I love that Bu Chonghua has to yell at both of them to calm down because they're both set off on his sake)

And when someone finally comes, finally turns on the lights, they're blaming him. Look how you're acting! You're acting like a spoiled child when we've sacrifed been so nice to you! We've brought you back here, to this place you've worked for several months, your new home!

Except he never came back.

He was never brought back.

He was sacrificed for to catch the criminal. He died because his life was less important than catching someone on the wrong side of the law.

He was never asked if he wanted this sacrifice. He never wanted to be a cop. Who is Wu Yu? He's never had a name. Let him go, let him go - let him go!

He was never brought back. He never came back - Zhang Boming made the correct choice, but he never came back. The sacrifice was chosen, the promise was paid. Why did he survive? What right did Wu Yu have to survive when we he never came back.

"Wu Yu!"

He never came back.

"It's me. Okay, calm down." Someone restraining him, and he struggles automatically, but slowly stops. "It's me, Wu Yu. It's me. Just calm down."

Bu Chonghua came back. Held him above the water untll he could catch his breath. And finally, finally...

The boy left his own blood on Bu Chonghua's cheek, disappearing for twenty years, leaving only one command - Survive.

"I arrived late."

"I was just a little worried. It wasn't very late." It wasn't his whole life twelve years. It was only one nightmare. You pulled me back.

The boy who rushed off to save a child he didn't know finally appeared before Bu Chonghua again. He came back.

He came back.

#Swallowing the Seas #Huai Shang #This is Mem's life #meta and things #if you're wondering who the fuck is narrating that's intentional actually. #it's meant to be messy #because I'm completely feral over these trauma kittens #And if you are sitting there thinking wow Mem You're insane #I should stay away from these novels for my own sake #you're probably not wrong. #But if you decide to jump in anyway and join me in my insanity #check the tags on novel updates and if you're uncertain feel free to ask me about any of them #but please join me #I will shout to the void #and I'll keep shouting until I've finally dragged some of you down with me #and probably shout a bit more after that because I'm so not okay about Them #These are crying over trauma kittens hours in the club hours rn #I am really not lying when I said it's making me ten times more feral now that I've already read it #It's so much worse when you know #and I'm Normal about this

[blkkatsuki]

sasuke being driven by love for his clan and his family ouuu

#ludo.txt #everyone else is like “oh he's a dick who betrayed his village!!!!!” but it's like #the village systemically oppressed his clan for years and then eliminated them once they tried fighting back #ik most characters don't know that yet but yeah #anyways tho I'd betray the village too. u fucked over my people!!! #idk man maybe my ancestors r just speaking through me rn...through a nrt post #if u ask me abt him or gaagaa I will go insane and maul you (lovingly) #I'm so normal (lying) #this isn't the most well formulated I could probably dig deeper than that but in my defense #its 12 am and I'm a tired teenager who starts school again in 2 weeks

[bellflower-goat]

anyways fucking. fucking hell

#Dear fuck why is this shit so hard #Who cares if I say it once in the notes of a post noone will read anyways #just. fucking hell people aren't lying when they say that this age is the fucking worst to live in #I just wanna hope that things will get better I am gripping that promise so so hard rn #I'm just so goddamn tired and. just. #At least when I'm older I'll have the possibility to dissappear and never hear or talk or deal with these people ever again #Just. fucking god this is hard #and everyone says to keep going caus things will get better. I don't have any hope anymore but I guess I just gotta keep going #And I wanna make a big deal out of everything and make so many people hurt with that one permanent desition but I know it aint #worth it and stuff. just fucking hell. #was it so hard to ask to live somewhere safe. I just want to worry abt normal things #I dont wnat to have to do things that don't suit me I shouldn't be doing any of this I should just worry abt. #who fucking knows. I should be able to just worry about dumb internet drama and using soci.al media too much or whatever #But I can't worry about that that's just not how it works #And I remember that maybe I could have a nice life where. where I get to breathe for once and I get to be happy and taken care of #And then I get hope and I tjink things can change and then i am forced to remember what happens when I dare to think such dumb shit #things won't change. at least not now. no hope just gotta endure this shit and wait till I am old enough to just. get out of here and never #Look back and stuff. #maybe I'll get to do that.and I'll be happy and everything will be alright #It's hard to imagine that will happen. Most likely won't. but I dont know #And here I am. I should be saying this to my the.rapist or some shit but instead I'm venting on a tumblr blog just. #I should probably go to sleep #just. How naive of me to think that things would have gotten better. #And a part of me thinks it's stupid to say this shit here like it feels like I'm just doing this for attention or some shit and I dunno #Maybe I am doing it for attention. hoping that someone will read this dumb little cry for help and at least tell me that I'll be alright #but I know that won't happen but still I do this. just in case

[hobiebrownismygod]

miles 42 x touchy reader?

im on a trend of writing 42 rn I love him so much 😭 anyways I hope you like this!! Wasn't sure if you wanted fem or gn reader so I made them gn! <3

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Miles was never the touchy type. Ever since his dad died, he'd kept to himself. He stopped giving and receiving hugs (unless it was from his mother), and he absolutely refused to let people touch him.

That was...until he started dating you. That was a whole different story. Sure he didn't like being touched, but how could he say no to his adorable partner?

When you got close to someone, you were always touching them in one way or another, whether it was your finger hooked through their belt loop, your hand holding onto their elbow, or just your hand on their leg. You needed to be holding onto someone.

You weren't sure why you were like that, if you had some sort of unsolved trauma, or you were just really touch-starved, but you knew you loved being close to people.

So, even though you knew your boyfriend didn't like being touched much, and he wasn't the touchy type, you made sure to shower him with all the physical love and affection you could.

It was your love language!

"Milesss" you dragged his name out as you interlocked your fingers with his, pulling him into yet another store. "Come on! We've only been here for an hour!"

He groaned in response, shaking his head and letting you lead him into another clothing store. "I'm tired" He grumbled, letting go of your hand and folding his arms over his chest like he was having a tantrum. "Haven't you bought enough clothes?"

"We both know that's impossible" You scoffed, your hand latching onto his elbow to hold him down as you walked through the shop, already shoving some new shirts and items into your bag.

"Hey...do you like these?" You asked, stopping in front of a display of matching bracelets and oogling over them while he stood back with an unamused look on his face. "Yeah, they're nice babe" He said absentmindedly, eyes wandering elsewhere.

"We should get them! Matching bracelets, isn't that cute?" You asked, taking his hand and pulling him in a little. He scowled slightly, looking down at them and giving you a forced half-smile. "Sure. Whatever you want."

Your expression faltered slightly but you pressed on, looking through them for a pair that you thought would suit the two of you. "We could get blue and red...or we could get purple and green. Which do you like more?"

"Purple and green, probably" he said, taking his hand out of yours and shoving it back in his pocket.

You raised a brow at this. "You okay?" You asked a little softly, feeling your heart drop slightly. "I'm fine." He said normally, giving you a little shrug. "Why?"

"No reason...you just seem a little distant today." You said quietly, folding your arms over your chest. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just one of those days, I don't know" he mumbled, looking away.

"Do you not want me to hold onto you?" You asked automatically. The first thing you always asked people when they acted off was whether you'd made them uncomfortable. You knew you were touchy and you knew some people didn't like that, but the fact that your boyfriend might've been getting sick of your touching was off-putting and made your expression fall.

"What?" He asked confusedly, putting his hand down. "Of course not. I'm fine with you holding onto me" He said half-heartedly.

You shook your head, looking away from him. "You're lying, I know you don't like it. I'm sorry, Miles...I just like holding onto people" you apologized awkwardly, starting to feel bad.

He shook his head at you, a smile forming on his face. "Hey, you know that's not the reason" He reassured you, taking your hand in his. "I'm just...not used to it much. But I like when you hold onto me, really."

"Really?" You asked glumly, looking up at him. He nodded, pulling you a little closer and kissing the palm your hand gently. "I love you, and I love how touchy you are." he said with a smile. "I'm just being a dick. Don't worry about it." he joked.

When he saw you didn't respond, his smile faltered slightly. He sighed. "Would you feel better if I gave you a hug?" he suggested, holding his arms out slightly.

Your face immediately lit up and you nodded shyly, walking into his outstretched arms. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace and kissing the top of your head gently. "You know I love you right?" he murmured.

You nodded, a quiet laugh escaping your lips. "yeah, I know Miles" You whispered back, looking up at him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. "I love you too." His expression brightened in response.

He put one arm around your waist to hold you against him while he picked one of the bracelets up. "How about these ones hmm? I'll take purple, you take green?" He suggested while you adjusted your head against his chest. "Okay."

"Mm, okay. Let's go get them then. My treat."

"Your treat?" You laughed, looking up at him. "Miles, you're broke!"

"Uh, for your information I can afford a pair of ten dollar bracelets" he said with an eye-roll, inspecting them in his hands. "But yeah actually, I am kinda broke."

With a snort you took them from his hands, taking a step back and twirling them between your fingers. "I'll pay for it." You said, shaking your head.

"That's why I love you" he teased, gently putting his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked towards the register. "And I know you love spoiling me"

"Hah! You're lucky I'm nice."

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

ok how do u expect me to not share my thoughts with u after seeing this...

it's like 11pm rn and I have work tomorrow but ????? do I give a damn? no. Im thinking about bucky and steve in a modern world where steves phone is used only for looking at news articles and buckys is full of the kinda shit you would expect. he's got Instagram, tiktok (but he doesn't post videos, just watches the occasional cat video and reposts it only for thousands of people to like his repost and gush about his adorable love for cats).

ANYWAY I'm thinking one night he and Steve are chilling on the couch, half focused on the movie playing, Bucky scrolling on his phone for a bit.

then he sees the video in the link on tiktok and stops. he doesn't usually dwell on the videos he comes across on his feed. he'll acknowledge them and move on until he sees a cat doing something cute - then he'll shove his phone under Steve's nose until he sees. but. this video makes him squirm a little, seeing the guy's muscles squeeze right up against his boyfriends jaw. strong. perfect.

he looks up at Steve from across the couch, his feet in Steve's lap, studying him. looking at his arms.

"uh.. Buck?"

bucky looks at Steve's face and blushes bright red at being caught. he manages to push aside his embarrassment by asking Steve to watch the video and proposing that maybe they could.. recreate it?

"just to see what it feels like?" bucky asks, and when Steve nods, albeit reluctantly, he knows he's won.

he gets into position with his head on Steve's chest, gets his phone ready to record. he tells Steve when to flex and starts filming, mouthing along to the words of the song until...

until Steve flexes his bicep and buckys seeing it in the camera and he just sort of... stops. stops mouthing, stops blinking. mostly because the way Steve arm looks around his throat makes him want to moan, and because he knows his boyfriend is powerful and strong enough that he could definitely - if he wanted to - tighten his hold and keep Bucky there. unable to escape or move. like prey. at Steve's mercy to do whatever he wants with him.

Steve catches on to Bucky's thoughts, huffs a laugh before tossing the phone to the side and looking Bucky in the eye.

"You... like this?" He asks breathlessly, and who is bucky to sit there and lie?

"I think so?" he says, and Steve's eyes soften as he flexes again and this time, Bucky can /feel/ the muscles under Steve's skin, feels the way they squeeze his throat. he shivers and then a bolt of arousal makes its way to his core.

After that? bucky spends the rest of his night with one arm around his neck whilst Steve fucks his from behind. moral of the story: bucky now very much enjoys being choked.

thanks for receiving my word vomit <3

[Link] to a video on Twitter of two men lying on a bed, one has his arm around the others face, flexing and squeezing his chin with his bicep and forearm muscles.

I applaud you for having thoughts after seeing that. I just went... yeahhh 😏

As far as my thoughts after reading what you wrote?

NONE.

No fucking thoughts.

Not even a single one.

Empty head.

I just love how fucking dumbfounded you made Bucky. The moment Steve flexes, he's gone. Floating away. He's dumb. He's about ready to drool. Just, ready to die, because he could die like that, suffocated by Steve's stupid, perfect arms.

Poor Bucky is like--

Oh, God... maybe not no thoughts...

Now I'm thinking about choking but also, just, Bucky crawling all over Steve whenever he comes home from the gym, flushed, sweaty, and bursting out of his tight, thin t-shirts even more than normal with his muscles plump and hard from use and his veins enbolded, too. He is obscene. A walking wet dream. Bucky can't help himself! He hangs off of his big, huge boyfriend, whining and begging to be squeezed, to be choked, to be thrown around, to be touched. He aches for Steve's broad, strong hands on him. Groping him. Defiling him. The feeling of his gym-honed calluses and blunt nails is practically orgasmic, making Bucky shiver every time. The air punched out of his lungs.

And don't even get Bucky started on how hotdirtygood the smell of Steve is when he comes home from the gym. Bucky just barely accepted that he's weird enough to have A Fucking Thing for his boyfriend flexing his arm around his throat, putting him in a chokehold, he can't handle uncovering his deeply buried armpit kink. Even if he just wants to faceplant in that firm, round chest--in those big, juicy biceps--in one of his armpits, inhaling deep and moaning helplessly. Steve's such a man. A man from that gorgeous jaw to his broad shoulders to his trim waist to his strong thighs to his stupid, square palms and thick fingers. Every inch of him. Bucky can't get enough of him.

Fuck.

Thank you for this 😮‍💨🥴

#asks #whiteglovemanor #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #anon provided writing #fandomfluffandfuck

[dwarfsized]

things that i would like to know about my fellow writers!

tagged by @aevallare thank you my looovveee

i will tag @simon-says-nothing and @raccooncrimes!

Last book I read: 

i am stalled on The Witch King by Martha Wells, not because it isnt good but just because. lmao. If im reading, i cant be writing. or sewing. or or or. The last one I remember finishing was This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, and i loved that.

Greatest literary inspiration: 

I put part of a Mary Oliver poem on my graduation cap. Also genuinely quite inspired by Tamsyn Muir.

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write:

I dont know if I'd ever try my hand at a modern au but i adore aevallare's pour one out.

I certainly wont write no-magic or all-human aus (I like tieflings a normal amount, she says, lying) but I'm sure someone could do something cool with those.

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: 

:') i already think this about my work but i write it anyway. who wants to read astarion stuck in a druid grove when he's [redacted]?? well, i do, so now we have eldath's mercy.

i am working on a story rn where kira is a ghost haunting the szarr palace. do i think very many people will be interested in that? i dont know! but I want to write it, and at least one other person probably wants to read it, so. eventually, it will go up onto ao3.

id love to do something with a focus on minthara. she's going to matter in true colors but that's not going to happen for a while. for now i rotate her in my brain.

You can recognize my writing by:

7000 word chapters where fully half the words are the characters thinking sooo hard, mid-chapter pov shifts, asides about tiefling/druid culture that i've made up whole-cloth, tail mentions.

My most controversial take (current fandom):

if you mod anyone in the game to look younger/more conventionally attractive i am putting you in the oubliette in my mind-palace. why cant you like these characters as they are. i thought we enjoyed this game

if you mod gortash clean or mod away a character's scars, i am putting you in the oubliette inside of the oubliette in my mind-palace.

Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut):

2 babeyyyy, but if i could instead shelve all the current wips and start wip #15 id be at an 8. alas! i cannot do this.

Top three favourite tropes:

in no particular order:

when a character's specific past experiences lead them to a wrong conclusion that is soooo wrong but like, ohhh sweetie. of course you think that.

magic that has a cost, even divine magic, and cannot fix everything

you were not selected for this. anyone could have been the person in this position. but you are here now, and you have to do the task. get to it.

are these even tropes? do i know what tropes are anymore. help

Share a random frustration:

I USUALLY AVERAGE 700 WRITING WORDS A DAY BUT IVE BEEN EDITING ELDATH'S MERCY CH 2 FOR ALL OF APRIL AND IT HAS BROUGHT MY AVERAGE WORD COUNT DOWN TO 26. 26 WORDS A DAY. BITING. BITING AND YELLING.

#tag game #thank you alex now i return to documence for real #all i want to do is write the regency au now but. em ch 2. i need that out. i want it done. please. crying. #leetlewrites

[terminaltimeline]

btw i'm so so normal about your syzoth/shang art (i'm not i'm mentally ill about it i'm eating it i'm going feral on it. i'm a little bit obsessed just a little.) anyways RAAGGHHHHH I THOUGHT NO ONE ELSE SHIPPED THEM!!!!!!! WAHHH I'M SO HAPPY RN this is the best day in the whole world i think. thank you for your service to the shangzoth community

It's okay I saw all the tags you added in your reblogs and I professionally diagnose you as completely normal

In regards to Syzoth and Shang Tsung I just think that murdering someone's wife and child and then lying to him about keeping them as hostages so you can manipulate him into helping you perform vile experiments on even more victims is an excellent set-up for a ship that's so beyond toxic it's leaking heavy metals and radioactive waste directly into the water supply, RepTsung is so good I am so normal about them

#terminal talks

[kkami-writes]

ok I just really need to rant and I really don't have anyone to talk to rn and i'm just feeling really bleeeeeeh you know?

I have a group of new york friends (I live in cali) who I spend a lot of time with, we play games together, watch movies and all that stuff. we're even planning a group trip soon and I really want to meet them. We've known each other for years and we've done lots of secret santas and everything. There's one person (who i'll call S). We were close, we had a lot in common and we got along great. We shared struggles together and could talk easily with each other. He had revealed he had a crush on me. (this is in 2020 during covid) I'm a very touch heavy person and one of my love languages. Him living in new york would be really hard. but he's a nice guy and I have a lot of fun with him so I agreed to a 'date' so we had a valentines date over video call and discord. and while I like him, I just don't think I felt the same and again, I really did NOT want to do a long distance relationship. so I turned him down and things were okay for awhile. Then a couple weeks past and I had mentioned that I went on a date with someone (i did NOT enjoy the date btw) but it set him off and he needed some space. which I totally get and understand!!

so back to now I don't really remember what mended our friendship but we were close again and have been for a few years now. I consider him my best friend. out of everyone in our group I felt like I could be real with him with my depression and anxiety. not that I can't with the group but I just felt he always understood me the best, considering he deals with it too. For the last two years we've gotten closer, we'd send stuff to each other, we did buddy reads, like typical?? best friend things. But recently I have felt a little? smothered by him, constantly asking me if my anxiety was acting up or whatever and it's like i'm glad you care but like if I needed help I would go to you, you don't have to ask me everyday you know? and then I was getting worried that he was relying on ME to much. which of course, i'm glad to help but it felt so overwhelming sometimes because I can't help all that much besides give advice, and try to comfort him. and the point is that I wanted him to be able to reach out to other people but it felt like he was dumping it all on me and I was starting to not be able to help bc it felt like I was just repeating myself over and over again you know?

anyway I needed to ask him if he was having feelings for me again because I could start to tell. he had told me no and then I asked if he was lying and then he told me no. but then he didn't talk to me for a few days and in my head i'm like. ok so you lied to me. but a few days later he was back to normal and i'm like...so we're just?? gonna ignore that? okkkkkkk.

and then in chat I mentioned that I had given my number to a cute guy at the boba shop. (I wrote my name and number on a napkin, gave it to him and then ran away bc i'm a big baby). this had set him off because that is that last time I heard from him. the guy never even texted me back (which of course made me feel bad since i'm really insecure about my appearance right now). the thing that I hate the most is that he ghosted me. Our other mutual friend had to tell me that he's taking a break from our discord server. and it sucks. and then it brings me back to all the times we shared and it's like??? did you only do those things because you like me??? like I know you genuinely care about me but it's only because you like me. Like you can't??? respect the fact that I just don't like him like that and i'm trying to put myself out there? something I haven't done in THREE YEARS. I've been single since 2019 and for the first year or so I was happy bc I really needed to take a step back and focus on myself. and now i'm soooooo fucking lonely but it's hard to meet people. I don't have a license, I don't leave the house that often bc my friends all moved away my father is always out either with friends or at work (my parents are divorced and I see my mom rarely). and it's like the one time I put myself out there I get punished for it. and like I know he's going through a hard time I get that, he's been pretty bad lately but. does he even know how much he's hurt me by doing this too? like I get he needs space and like I get time heals all wounds blah blah but it's been a month and I have not heard from him since. He'll still join the discord but as long as i'm not there. and I avoid it too if he's already there. and it's just?? this week has been up and down and i've been feeling icky and god I just??? wish I could talk to him because he'd know what to say? How to cheer me up? and like I'd talk to my best best friend but she's dealing with so much right now that I hate putting more on her plate. She tells me I should hang out with our other friend Z but me and Z had not really a falling out but we didn't talk to each other for a long period of time after a friend situation but her and my best best friend still get together. but it's just??? awkward for me. I would like to be Z's friend again but it really feels like I don't know how to socialize anymore. I know I really need to expand my bubble but idk man.

and even if S gets over it and goes back to normal I don't know if we can??? have the same closeness as before because I can't keep doing this. like it's so unfair to me for you to come into my life ghost me. come back and ghost me again after we got REALLY close. like?? I don't wanna give you all of my heart if you're gonna give it back just because I don't feel romantically towards you?? I wouldn't mind being friends again of course but I'd keep him within a ten foot pole. I can't be emotional or real with him anymore. Just strictly whenever everyone else is in the discord playing games or watching movies.

honestly I've essentially lost a best friend.

this got...really long but I really don't have an outlet right now and yeah. sometimes I

#kaia rants #td;lr boys kinda suck LMAOOOOOO

[sunnymainecoonx]

i want to say something about yanberror but i cant even think bc my brain is too jumbled up with various random thoughts rn so i’m just gonna say one thing:

yanberror <3

~ yanberror anon

MY DUMBASS WAS LIKE hehe yea I have a good reply for this and then literally just proceeded to forget about this 😭

My mind was so messed up I couldn't even think

....but before I forgot how to think I DID..accidentally...come up with a yanberror angst idea....I swear I'm a fluffy brainer I SWEAR YOU CAN'T ACCUSE ME FOR LYING MY THOUGHTS AREN'T THAT ANGSTY PLEASE

..ahem, anyways... yanberry somehow stumbles upon Blueberror and though seemingly normal at first he starts expressing the, well, "yanberry" side of him more. This is because blueberry usually hid sides like that... Blueberror takes it lightly and is just happy to have a friend in this vast, empty, sad, boring, plain, white space. But after a lot of hanging out and stuff Shattered, whom this yanberry works for forces him to stop meeting up with Blueberror. I think you know where it goes from here ;3 so, Blueberror gets left alone with no context, just waiting, forgetting time all over again, and eventually starts forgetting yanberry. It can happen when you stay in that place without anyone or thing really for too long. So, when yanberry somehow gets back, Blueberror had already forgotten him :3 yeah, that's it, I ain't adding to this because godayum am I dead**dies

(...so a little story... I forgot about this.. again......)

#scrambled #yanberror #yanberror anon #sanscest

[dnangelic]

ok well everything i had to do took way longer than i expected. i still want to write even a liiiiiitle bit but my brain keeps bouncing back to this page. dark isn't even saying anything nor does he ever say anything during this entire chapter (instead, it begins with daisuke in dark's form, putting them both in the same place/as the same person again,) but the way sugisaki's laid the paneling out. daisuke's frantic anxiety in tandem with angles of dark's mute face. dark's presence is always, always there for daisuke, a comfort and inspiration when he needs it but a curse and a true haunt when he wants to hide it as part of himself. also that little 'i'll be hated?' right after reasoning out to himself that he might end up hated. ouchie. it's not just the struggle of daisuke trying to get through finally admitting his identity to someone he likes but also has been lying to (who's just an illusion and not the real thing rn anyways) but daisuke's sense of responsibility and goodness shining through anyways. 'i can't keep lying to her.' <- the thought that brings him to confess, because he's been so guilty about hurting riku and being hurt for like, the past 10 volumes. there's something he has to do for the sake of someone else and himself even if he's terrified. even if he can't bear to lift his head after telling the truth. 'i can't lift my head. i need to see riku-san's face. i need to, i know that, but ... i'm scared.' <- thoughts coming from an extremely self-conscious teenager that still gets through it all.

the only thing any of this means for rp is that if the topic's ever brought up, any confession might end up dependent on daisuke's present level of guilt, or comfort. with those he genuinely likes, he doesn't want to lie to them. the manga pushes forward that in order to be loved someone has to be seen and accepted in full for who and what they are, and daisuke attempts his nerve-wracked best at following that idea. but telling someone anything can't jeopardize dark's (who is, by all means, a supernatural criminal breaking mundane human-world laws,) or daisuke's own personal safety. in most cases daisuke can't confess to those related to the law. he couldn't confess to takeshi, a detective's son and zealous reporter, even if they were childhood friends, even if daisuke felt awful about it, even if it was takeshi's own dream to unveil the identity of dark - because at the point that daisuke is at, he'll still never betray dark by carelessly throwing dark's identity around and chucking the phantom thief under the bus. <- that's important, because dark has no legitimate 'identity' either. daisuke is literally. literally the only thing he has as a normal, human/mundane self and life. they can both confess to others about their 'other selves,' but it's imperative that neither of them ever get caught, as in captured or imprisoned.

#reference. #im going to do like onE solid ask n the sneep. probably. maybe. #i got stuff to do tmmw sob drafts must wait... incubate... some more yet #*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT.

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Woolen Hollow sounds so intriguing and draws me in!! Tell me about it!!

Okay so Woolen Hollow is my fantasy novel that I got 10k into and then realized it was boring so I set aside the draft and started over but this time in 1st person POV (which I've never written in before) to give it a more engaging voice and I started with them already on the road rather than dinking around at home and I like it sooooo much better now. Unfortunately I've only written just over 1k because other things have the priority rn

But there is magic! The kind you control and the kind that controls you. And there is love! The kind between siblings (for better or for worse), between two boys lost in the woods and the world, and between a girl and her sheep. And there is a conniving lying cheat of a fiance who thinks she's hot shit but is ultimately going to be taken down by a closeted shut-in who will carry the guilt of scrambling her noodle for the rest of his life. There will be choices and consequences and lots of bickering and banter because I'm still me.

Anyway, meet Midge and Jax!

*

“Sweet soil, Midge. Keep it down or they’ll think we raised you with the sheep.”

I don’t pause my cursing for a second as Jax squats in front of me where I’m sat, filthy and tear-stained, at the base of the tree that did me wrong. He reaches for my arm but a hard boot to his knee knocks him on his ass and gives me precious seconds to come to terms with the hot, sharp pain radiating from my forearm.

Jax shakes his hair out of his eyes and glares. “The longer you drag this out, the further behind we’re going to fall and you know none of them will wait for us.”

“You’re not even supposed to be here,” I spit. I draw my arm against my chest and press back into the tree as he gets to his knees. “This is my thing. You should be at home in your closet.”

“Did I hallucinate your last ten birthdays? You sound like a child.” He reaches for me again. “Hold still. I need to see how bad it is.”

With grit teeth, I hold very still.

Jax sighs. “You are the most obstinate— Let me see it.”

With great reluctance, I uncurl from around my arm and hold it aloft for him to see. It looks fine. Normal. There’s some blood on my sleeve but that’s from earlier when I had to chase Sarsaparilla out of the bramble. I’ll be up for hours tonight combing the stickers from her wool while she’s too drowsy to put her usual fight.

With deft fingers, Jax unties the leather cord that keeps my sleeve flush against my skin, both for insulation and to keep from leaving tattered bits of cloth all through the forest, and rolls back my sleeve.

I suck in a sharp breath and look away. Blood I can handle. Feces, fine. Snot, sweat, sheep urine, and other various oozes and slimes—bring it on.

But bodies bending where they should not? Lumps that speak of damage unseen under the surface, broken with no clear simple treatment? It makes my skin crawl.

Jax clicks his tongue. “You got yourself good, smidgling.”

“Take your dirt nap, jaxass.”

He ignores me. “I have some [APOTHECARY STUFF] in my pack. It’ll help with the pain and swelling. If you take [MORE APOTHECARY STUFF] and let me splint it, it should be usable by next week.”

“That’s forever. There’s so much I have to—,”

“I can’t work miracles,” he snaps. “I’m telling you what I can do.”

He juts to his feet and towers over me, but not in an intimidating way. More like a stick bug—all bones with no meat—or a single reed in a field of clover, doomed to be slapped around in the wind without the protection of a bed. If he didn’t hole himself up with his cauldron day in and day out, he’d be as broad as Ham. Instead, he’s thin, whippy, and about as threatening as a cooked noodle.

I stagger to my feet and don’t bother trying to swat away the dirt that clings to my pants. Sudden movement makes a shooting pain fly up my arm, through my shoulder, and into my teeth. You only chew tin foil once before you learn to not fucking do that.

“Let’s catch up to the group. Maybe Ham can grow me a new arm. I bet it’ll only take a minute.”

Jax makes a sour face and turns on his heel. His long-legged stride takes no consideration for my short quick steps. “If we’re lucky he’ll grow you a new head while he’s at it.”

The rock I kick ricochets off his ankle and disappears into the forest but he doesn’t give me the satisfaction of looking back.

Brothers.

#woolen hollow #this is like #barely scratches the surface #herbivores are also huge because of magic #also the main religion revolves around Earth being a living sentient entity that breathe magic into the world #there's like a whole thing #i've done so much world building and no writing haha 😭 #omg i didn't even mention Gem or name magic #or OLIVIA #oh well i guess stay tuned #fuck the plot also i forgot to mention #well #shucks #ask games