#happy ending really i promise

[bittersweet-in-boston]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46317190

A little one-off I wrote based on a song I heard for the first time last week and now I’m completely obsessed…

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #winter soldier #marvel #stevebucky #ca:tfa #ca:ws #hurt/comfort #irony #revenge #angst #happy ending really i promise #these two i swear to god

[heymacy]

IAN GALLAGHER + his journey with bipolar disorder

╰┈➤ “At times, being bipolar can be an all-consuming challenge, requiring a lot of stamina and even more courage, so if you’re living with this illness and functioning at all, it’s something to be proud of, not ashamed of." - Carrie Fisher

#happy world bipolar day to all my bp babies #(more thoughts at the end of the tags) #shameless #shamelessnet #shamelessedit #ian gallagher #cameron monaghan #*macygifs #bipolar disorder #hello pals how are we doin #i made this gif set in july of 2023 and never posted it because 1) i was terrified to share it and potentially see Bad Takes in the tags #and 2) because my hyperfixation was waning. and while both of those things are still mostly true (the fixation comes and goes) #i feel like it's really important to share as ian's bipolar storyline was not only so vital to his character it was a bit of representation #that isn't often given to the disorder and those (like myself) who live with it every single day #world bipolar day is a day where we can both celebrate ourselves and our resilience and also raise awareness of the reality of the disorder #which is both terrifying and beautiful at its core. this disease is not a death sentence or a sentence to an unfulfilled and miserable life #while there are challenges galore when it comes to balancing life with this disorder it IS possible to live a full and productive life #and i think it's really important to have representation of that in media - and while shameless dropped the ball on a LOT of storylines #over the years THIS is the one they really fucking nailed and i am incredibly grateful #i first started watching shameless while in the midst of a major depressive episode and i was later (finally) diagnosed during an extended #hypo/manic episode - this show and ian's storyline got me through so much and made me feel so seen and validated in my struggles #world bipolar day is also vincent van gogh's birthday (happy birthday buddy) who was posthumously diagnosed with bipolar disorder #and who experienced both depressive and hypo/manic episodes during his lifetime (and was regularly institutionalized) #it takes a lot of help and support to keep us going. it takes the support of our family and friends and *most* of all #it takes patience and kindness and understanding - which is so so so easy to give if you are willing to love and listen #so please. be willing. listen to our stories. be patient with us. show us love without conditions. support us in any way you can. #we are worth it #i promise #anyway. that's really all i wanted to say. happy world bipolar day to those who celebrate (me) and may all of us living with this disorder #go on to live happy fulfilling beautiful magical lives

[xysidhequeen]

Equilibrium

So the Dead on Main server caused me to spontaneously spawn an entire outline for an AU because I wanted a Dark Danny fic. So. Here's a snippet of what I'm working on.

It had started out subtly. The beginning of the end. 

The GIW had crept into Amity Park, buying up empty office buildings. Making themselves known. 'Researchers' they called themselves. 

They could always be seen whenever there was a ghost attack. Not running, not helping, not hindering. Just. Watching.

The first red flag that became obvious in hindsight was when they'd reached out to the Fentons. When Jack's long winded rants on ghosts didn't scare them away. When they started taking notes.

The second red flag was the government contract sent to the Fentons a week later. 

But still, the GIW didn't do anything. They bought up the empty buildings, filled them with strangers in white suits. Amity Park gradually learned to ignore them. They were harmless, some weird government branch that had an interest in ghosts. It wasn't interesting after months of idleness from them.

Amity Parkers lowered their guard, answered the seemingly innocuous questions posed to them. 'How long have ghosts been attacking?' 'Have you ever been injured by one?' 'Have you noticed anything strange?' They were simple questions, questions any Amity Park resident could easily answer. 

Eventually the GIW became another quirk of Amity. Something expected, normal even.

Then the 'clinics' started popping up. They were free to use, offering simple health care for any Amity Park resident. Common colds, ear infections, broken bones, vaccinations. You had to do a blood test to use them, but no one minded much when they were free. And injuries were so common with the ghost attacks. Ghosts never seemed to care about collateral, except Phantom. But he was the one ghost who protected them, so that was expected. 

Amity Park became welcoming to the GIW. Open to their questions, freely giving information. Even Phantom was willing to stop occasionally when a question was called out to him by one of the white suited men or women. 

Yet still, the government contract remained. The Fentons handing over blueprints of weapon after weapon, prototype designs shipped off. Research papers handed over by the box full.

The GIW presence increased slowly, over the months that became a year. Their clinics and offices multiplied. Empty buildings and shop fronts were bought as soon as they went on sale. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see a person in a white suit everywhere you went. 

No one ever noticed how they never employed Amity Park residents. How they never hired, how there was never a help wanted sign posted or an ad made to ask for workers. No one wanted to look that deep.

Willful ignorance was easier than admitting they'd been invaded.

So the Amity Parkers kept answering questions. Kept visiting the clinics with their doctors who often asked questions unrelated to the reason for visiting. 'Have you noticed yourself becoming stronger?' 'How much sleep do you need, on average?' 'Have your eyes ever glowed?' 'How long can you hold your breath?'. 

The clinics began offering more services, addressing more issues. All still for the small cost of a vial of blood. It became normal to visit a clinic rather than a doctor for anything. Flu? Clinic. Broken bone? Clinic. A nasty burn from an ecto-ray? Clinic. 

Some people started vanishing, but that wasn't unusual in a city. People ran away or died all the time. It wasn't many, really. Maybe a one or two a month. There was no pattern in the victims, so it was presumed they were unrelated. The cops were stumped. No one paid attention to the fact that every single one of the missing had visited a clinic days before they vanished. 

Then came the blackout. Or maybe it came sooner, it was so hard to tell when it started. When it became impossible for anyone in Amity Park to reach out to someone out of it. At first anyone who mentioned it was called crazy, conspiracy theorists. 

But soon it became more obvious. Friends or family out of the city could no longer find any Amity Park resident on social media. Couldn't even find a mention of the city existing anywhere on the internet. They blamed it on the ghosts at first. They did weird things to technology, it must be them. Right?

Then they stopped being able to call out. Cell phones would no longer make or receive calls from anyone who didn't have an Amity number. They started to get restless. 

Then came the roadblocks. Anyone trying to leave Amity found that all roads out were inexplicably blocked. Construction, they claimed. All the roads at once, yes. There had been earthquakes that destabilized the roads all around Amity. So they said. 

They had been trapped, and they never saw the jaws closing on them until it was too late. 

It didn't take long, once the revelation that they couldn't leave, couldn't call for help, spread. 

The military moved in, penning them inside their city. Checkpoints were placed at every road in or out of Amity. You could only leave if you were in the company of a soldier or a GIW operative. 

'Quarantined' they were told. Because of what they weren't told. Something highly contagious and dangerous was all they were given. Hospitals were taken over by men in white suits. Doctors and nurses were sent away, fired. New ones were shipped in, strangers. 

More people started going missing. They all knew who took them but they couldn't say it. Couldn't admit it. Didn't want to. 

Curfews were enforced. No one was allowed out after sundown, businesses had to shut down an hour before. No one was allowed out until dawn, schools were forced to start later. Anyone found breaking curfew was apprehended, sent to a holding facility. They weren't seen again. 

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #equilibrium #equilibrium AU #danny phantom au #dp crossover #this one is going to be pure angst for a while #just so much pain #so much #it gets worse before it gets better #it gets very very very bad before it gets better #just hurt/comfort but the comfort is in a different area code and we have to walk barefoot to it #happy ending though #thats a promise #i really really wanted a darker danny fic to write #but i had to put the boy through a lot to get him where i needed him to be #poor thing #you know its funny i hate putting Jason through angst but i tosee danny into woodchippers like its my job #jason is baby and danny is my emotional punching bag #tkahrk is basically the polar opposite of this fic and the vibes of them give me intense whiplash #also this prologue started with me going: you know what would be terrifying? if the GIW was competent. like the CIA but better

[sincerely-sofie]

*gently places angsty Twig comic in your hands*

There comes a point in healing, sometimes, where you must grieve the child you never got to be, and bury her along with the desperate hope of one day somehow becoming her.

It isn’t fair. And it never will be.

But you grieve the child, still.

#hey so do you think the PMD universe has a concept of PTSD or #I gotta admit I’m not so sure about posting this one either ;w; #i like. never make my angstier works public. so this is very new to me #man this AU really is just Twig Going Throught It huh #I promise it gets better #there’s a happy ending pending #Twig just has to get to a point where she can’t keep pushing things aside #she’s got to hit rock bottom so hard it knocks enough sense into her to ask for help #also when Young Twig appears beside Adult Twig she’s not literally there! #not sure if that was clear #Twig talking about how she feels messed up just reminded Grovyle of something she said while a human #it was a lil flashback on his end #*slips tumblr a $20 bill* please let this be less blurry than the last comic #stuff by sofie #the present is a gift AU #pmd2 #pmd eos #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd #pmd au #pmd comic #pmd grovyle

[valdeswan]

36 year old KRS taking all his savings and buying a farm in a town in the middle of nowhere.

His line of work was a dangerous one, being a bodyguard for high-profile clients

After a job where KRS was blinded in one eye, he took the compensation money and his savings and quit.

His idea was to buy a small, nice house in a town far from the city. But LSH and CJS convinced him that he should buy a couple of acres and make it a farm. Their argument was something about how he should keep himself busy with something to avoid getting into trouble.

Bullshit. If you ask him. But they made him promise that after a three-hour session of them yapping, he only managed to convince them to buy something smaller. There is still a lot of space for only one person (for now)

They made him promise that once they retire, he would give them a room at the farm. KRS sometimes wonders why they tend to ask obvious questions.

The land was acquired at a low price due to its condition: weeds everywhere, rocks, and a two-story old wooden house with leaks.

He wouldn't have bought it if it weren't for the fact that the previous owner had told him he had completely redone the plumbing and wiring a few years earlier.

The only thing Roksoo carried with him when he arrived at his new residence was a bag with clothes and another with his few precious belongings: books, a coffee machine that his coworkers gave him for his birthday, and his pillow.

The moment he set foot on his new property, Roksoo kind of regretted it all because of the work the property needed. He was aware of the condition of the house when he moved in, but for some reason he thought it would be easy. Never again.

He blames LSH and CJS for putting ideas in his head about moving to a farm; this wasn't his idea about living like a slacker. He could do nothing but sigh and enter the house.

The first step creaked as he walked on it; he avoided stepping on the second one, which was obviously rotten. The board on the third and final step creaked and broke. KRS cursed and fell into the hole. He had scratches all over his calf when he managed to get his leg out of the hole.

KRS wondered if he should have been less stingy when it came to shelling out money to buy the property. It's not like he couldn't afford it; he wasn't as rich as he would have liked to be, but he wasn't lacking either.

There was nothing he could do now, so he simply sighed again and opened the creaking door. A cloud of dust made him cough and step back.

KRS mentally thanks the previous owner, who was kind enough to leave him his old tools in the shed. He left his bags on the floor and went to look for a broom to clean the interior to make it minimally habitable for the night.

Sexy Ahjussy activities. Imagine a tall, buff, black-haired middle-aged man with an eye scar🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅

#he is gonna colect people and make them work for him #“they work for me so is not like they really like me” type of angst #even if LSH and CJS are not dead #he still has trust issues and push people away #im gonna eat a stupid amount of stardew valley fanfics to write this #because im obviously a city creature #and the only two plants that i had in my life died after two weeks because i forgot about them #he kind of gets the happy ending #if you ignore the fact that he lost an eye #the children are here in some point I promise #cale henituse #kim roksoo #kim rok soo #tcf #lcf #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #krs farmer

[dayurno]

so kevin was the one who bought jean the magnets and postcards. as souvenirs.

i fear we, the kevjean nation, may not survive this.

kevin used to write him messages and memories and they ruined it

#tsc spoilers #i dont wanna be repetitive so i wont be rehashing this out too much #but i thought the kevin in tsc was very different in a good way but in a startling way too #hes clearly a pillar of stability for jean which is weird enough of a mouthful on its own #considering its Kevin and he is famously Unstable #i thought his immediate switch after the ichirou news was so interesting? #he was panicking just as badly as jean was but as soon as neil left them alone he strongheld jean through it #the k/j dynamic is very much what i already thought it was and it did not disappoint #anything for this stupid man…. #jean keeping his promise to the end whether he liked it or not #kevin really is the first ethically manipulative girlfriend 😭😭😭😭 #these werent crumbs at all these were full meals w space for seconds #jean being in love with him was almost like. secondary #if you can believe it #but uuuh yeah im happy that i dont have to change much of how i write any of them #except maybe jeremy which is its own can of worms #oh my acolytes… how i wanted to like him #how i did not #asks #kevjean

[withacapitalp]

Future steddie fic where corroded coffin had a brief stint in their early years but never made it big big and eventually they settled down and were happy with their respective partners every so often getting together to play a few shows.

Then modern day catches onto their music and Eddie's story and they end up going viral. It's super awesome to get so much notoriety and they even are looking to potentially go on tour again. There's just one big problem.

Eddie and Steve have kids.

Eddie could promise to the cows come home that he is only going to be gone for a few weeks, a month tops, but Steve doesn't care. He's adamant that he will not give eddie approval to go (he can go if he wants but Steve is not going to say he's okay with it) and they get into some pretty big arguments over it because this was Eddie's dream, and Steve thinks their family should be the focus not Eddie's dreams.

Eventually Eddie decides he's doing it regardless of what Steve feels (both of them not really listening and just being stuck in how they feel) and Steve tells Eddie that if he does this he isn't coming back to them.

He can go stay with Wayne or the boys or whoever, but Steve refuses to raise his kids in a house with a parent who will leave anytime they decide their work matters more than their children.

#Eddie still goes btw #it's a happy ending I promise but they go to a SHIT TON of marriage counseling #bc it's Steve letting his own childhood trauma influence his stubbornness #and Eddie letting his single focus get in the way of seeing the bigger picture #Eddie does end up going on tour again after they sort their issues out but he waits until summer break #and he brings Steve and their two kids along #and the other guys bring their kids too #it's actually a really nice time and Eddie is much much happier with this tour as opposed to their first one #steve harrington #stranger things #st #eddie munson #steddie #st drabble #st4 #steddie ficlet #stranger things 4 #steve and eddie #stranger things ficlet

[panxramic]

Tallulah and Promises

Something I’ve always liked keeping an eye on and is so bittersweet about Tallulah’s character is her relationship with promises. I’m not quite sure when it became so intense, maybe it’s been there since the beginning, but Tallulah for a long time has had a unique relationship with making and keeping a promise.

I want to say that first and foremost, how she handles promises can be incredibly childish. Both because they can be nonsensical and “immature” AND because well, she’s a child. What kind of promise do you expect from a child?

A promise is everything to her, it’s a contract. Its words set in stone and written in the stars. A promise CANNOT be broken. Doesn’t matter who it is, a promise is a promise and you keep it. And it’s not all bad. Things like this can be reasonable right? She’ll get upset of course when someone makes a promise or when she can’t keep hers. She uses promises as a way to hold out hope. She uses them to keep herself and those around her accountable, so she has the assurance that they’ll do what they promised and she’ll do what she promised. That no matter what happens in the world, no matter what life throws at her, she can count on those promises.

So when someone breaks it, when she can’t live up to her promises, it shatters her world view.

And then the problems start to stack up, especially when we get into the realm of false promises, it starts becoming a mess. A mess of false hope. Because remember, to her, promises can be translated to hope (another big part of her character).

Gonna breeze pass through this one but she did make a promise when she first joined the island. A promise to someone, who never kept up his end of it, and she held on to it for MONTHS. For months that child held out her promise and repeatedly brought it up again and again that no matter what she was gonna be alive for when he came back and when he needed her. With not a sign of him returning that promise to her. And this promise was also hope. Hope she wasn’t gonna be left alone again, abandoned.

And that’s when we get into false promises. Because although Tallulah does value them a lot, she also asks for people to promise her things that sometimes cannot be done. There have been countless of times she has tried asking q!Phil to promise her something, but q!Phil has rarely ever promised her anything (with a handful of exceptions). He’s careful, he’s always very careful about what he promises to her because he doesn’t want to make a promise he can’t keep. And whenever he doesn’t promise her something, I feel like a part of Tallulah’s hope gets cracked. Because without a promise, how positive is she that q!Phil will keep his word? How hopeful can she really be that everything will be okay?

She hangs onto promises like a lifeline. They’re the one tether that can keep her hope afloat. And she remembers them, remembers her promises like a burn on her skin.

She’s done the same thing to q!Bad. Has asked if he could promise things, like promise that he wasn’t dying, but q!Bad never could. And when people can’t promise something, she has little hope that everything will be okay.

And some promises she asks for can be so… nonsensical. Promises we know, and I KNOW she knows, cannot be made. But she asks for them anyway. Because she’s a child. A child who just wants everything to be okay and wants her Papa Phil to promise that nothing bad will ever happen to him, to promise that he will never leave them, because she’s a terrified kid of being abandoned again and not having that reassurance, that solid ground, that things will be okay.

But q!Phil can’t promise that. And it aches.

One time she broke that barrier, she couldn’t take it anymore. She asked q!Bad to promise her something and he refused to. And afterwards she just told him to promise it to her even if it’s a lie. She full on broke that glass wall and was transparent.

Pinky promise to me you would not die

At least lie to me

And he did.

Because promises make her feel better. She holds onto them until she can’t, even if it is filled with lies. Because sometimes a child asks for a promise and they don’t expect the truth, they just expect comfort. Because it’s the only thing they can handle.

It’s so sad to watch her hold onto promises that she KNOWS deep in her heart can’t be kept. But still she wishes and she hopes and she believes in these lies as if they’re the only thing holding her up above ground.

Sometimes the promises she asks for can be unreasonable. She puts up a wall to protect herself because reality is scary, it’s terrifying. Tallulah values the truth like no other. She hates lies and she hates when people like q!Phil and Chayanne hide things from her. But when it comes to her dad potentially abandoning her, when it comes to him dying and leaving her, she’d rather believe everything will be okay than face the harsh reality of what’s going on.

And this topic has a lot of nuances I won’t get specifically into. It’s a blend of promises and lies and hope and truth. The lies the promises hold aren’t the same as someone straight up lying to her face and hiding things from her. It’s different instances of a lie.

Anyways, again, a lot of different things I can get into and definitions to go through BUT I will to say that it’s not wrong of her to want to believe everything will be okay. I’m an optimist at heart. ‘Hope’ to me is important and I think it isn’t wrong to have it even when things are looking down. But, something specifically for Tallulah is that alongside that hope, she also is terrified of reality (rightfully so) and tries to erase it by making a promise. And essentially, that’s not how the world works.

It’s such a childish way of thinking. You cannot erase the bad things from happening with a promise. And that’s what Tallulah sometimes does. If she makes q!Phil promise that he won’t leave her, then surely he won’t. That’s how promises work right?

Tallulah holds herself to these promises too. She does everything in her power to keep her word. When she doesn’t, when she breaks a promise she makes, she beats herself up for it.

That first promise she made? She broke it during purgatory and it broke her. It was one of the many accumulated reasons why she hated Purgatory island and everything associated with it. And when she broke that promise a piece of her hope broke with it.

Whenever Tallulah makes a promise to q!Phil she engraves it in her mind. She does everything in her power to keep it. And when she’s accused of breaking a promise, she panics and becomes defensive. She looks back into her mind to see if she ever DID make that promise and if she didn’t she starts defending herself. The conversation begins to shift from the actual issue to “no I never made that promise I didn’t promise you anything I didn’t break anything.” Because it’s SUPER important to her. The idea of breaking a promise is like a rock to glass. So she remembers the promises she makes.

Promises for Tallulah are a childish way for her to rewrite reality. But they’re also a way for her to have hope. There’s a balance when it comes to having hope and being able to see reality for what it is. And it’s something Tallulah struggles with. And I don’t blame her for it.

A child who cannot cope with reality will make pinky promises of clear skies and sunny days. A child who cannot handle the possibility of being abandoned again will make someone promise her to never leave even if she knows things are out of his control. Because in the mind of a child, a promise cannot be broken.

A promise is sealed. It’s a binding rope that should never give. So if Tallulah can make q!Phil promise her things, then that means he will never leave her, that means he will never hurt her. If Tallulah can make q!Bad promise her he won’t die then she can live in the lie that he will be okay. If she can promise to always be by her brothers side then surely they will never be separated again.

Because promise can’t be broken.

Right?

(Deep down inside, she knows).

#I can talk about this topic for ages #also not too happy with what #I wrote about lies and the truth #but in order to delve into that #I need 2 other tumblr posts #just know that at the end of the day #tallulah #still values the truth and hates lies #things are complicated though #people and likewise kids #are complicated #qsmp tallulah #qsmp #marv rants #ALSO LIKE #REMEMBER SHES A CHILD #ITS ALL FROM A CHILDISH POV #sometimes she can tell she’s being #unreasonable but she doesn’t care #and I think other times she full on #tried to really believe the promise #will help

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday: Part 3

As promised, here's the opening of Di Feisheng's section of Chapter 1 of the AU where Li Lianhua's shiniang tried and failed to sacrifice herself to save him. (To catch up, read part 1 (LLH) and part 2 (FDB) here).

And, uh, sorry about the cliffhanger?

Tw/cw: suicide attempt, medical emergency

***

Di Feisheng dropped to his knees behind Xiangyi, catching him against his chest rather than the ground as he fell. He snatched Xiangyi’s wrist–veins bulging and black, damn it–and felt for a pulse. Faint. Erratic. Still poisoned by Bicha. Completely emptied of Yangzhouman. Where the fuck was the Beifeng Baiyang he’d given him? Why couldn’t he feel it? How the–

“–Lao Di,” Fang Duobing wailed, “he was walking toward the water! He–”

“–Shut up,” he snapped, sending a wisp of his own qi through Xiangyi’s meridians. Or what was left of them. He bit back a growl. They were too damaged for his qi to travel with the sort of speed he needed to evaluate this. He didn’t have time to do full triage, not while Xiangyi’s pulse was getting fainter by the second. He’d start with the heart meridian then; that would be the best way to stabilize–

–why the fuck was his heart meridian shredded? Who had dared to–

–no, damn it, he had to focus. There would be time to rage later.

He had to repair it. But Xiangyi didn’t have the Yangzhouman for it, and the remnants Xiangyi had given him wouldn’t be enough. Could the brat–

“–Get out of the way,” Fang Duobing sobbed, shoving him and thrusting two shaking fingers toward Xiangyi’s chest, the force of his qi rippling the air. “I’ll do it.”

“No,” Di Feisheng snarled, hand flying from Xiangyi’s waist to smack the brat’s away before it would destroy whatever was left of his fragile meridians, “you’ll kill him.” 

“Bullshit!” the pup yelled, as Huli Jing began to howl at equal volume, “I’ve healed him before! Let me help!” The brat’s qi spiked and the sand around them rippled.

Oh for the love of– he didn’t have time to explain this and save Xiangyi. What the hell had the great sword God been teaching this whelp? Xiangyi, if you die, I’ll kill you myself.

He unclenched his jaw against the noise. “You want to help?” he gritted out, each word like knives against his tongue and ears. “Calm your qi. Stay quiet. And keep the mutt quiet, too.” 

“You–”

–Healing the heart meridian now was out, until that ignorant pup could keep a tighter leash on his qi. He’d have to work on the heart directly. 

Di Feisheng pressed his hand over Xiangyi’s chest, closed his eyes, and directed the faintest hint of his Beifeng Baichang to surround Xiangyi’s heart, ready to observe and mimic its movement, as he would any new sword form.

It wrapped around his heart in an embrace. 

Xiangyi’s heart gave one erratic flutter. 

A pause.

A second, weaker thrum against his qi.

Then nothing at all.

#mysterious lotus casebook #mlc fic #my fic #Li Lianhua #Li Xiangyi #Di Feisheng #lotus trio #suicide #I swear this thing will have a happy ending! Promise! #Don't kill me for the cliffhanger please! #Also I do in fact really love FDB and think he has many amazing skills and qualities; he's just out of his depth and losing his shit #Should I post the cliffhanger resolution next week or jump ahead to chapter 2? #I don't know if people would like all of chapter 1 in little installments or just want random excerpts. Feel free to tell me!

[starfacedstudio]

Image ID: A detailed digital illustration of a bedroom for Ralsei from Deltarune in a watercolor style. A chandelier lights the scene from above in blue, including a covered 4-poster bed + chair with plenty of books next to it (right / center), a closet filled with clothes (left / center), a bookshelf with a ladder filled with books and crafting supplies (center), a stack of unpacked boxes (left), and a desk cluttered with craft supplies and drawn-on papers (front right). The brick walls are covered with drawings and glow in the dark stars, hearts, and moons, and paper doll garlands line the perimeter. Two tapestries on the rightmost wall frame a large stained glass window. Just middle of left, Ralsei's hat hangs on the back wall. End ID.

Image ID: A page titled "Environment Intensive Packeting: Ralsei's Bedroom. There are 6 called out items from the previous illustration (shown at the top left), which include: 1. Window design, which features the Delta Rune motif / symbol. The bottom part of the window is colorful. 2. Banners (tapestries). They depict two different scenes from Ralsei's prophecies, one shows 3 heroes emerging from the world's edge, and the second depicts a Titan at the world's end. 3. Unused Manual pages, one contains a drawing of Ralsei with the text "Thank you! I'm looking forward to meeting you!" with a heart at the bottom. The second has text that says "Dedicated to the unending pillar of darkness that gives my body form." 4. Desk clutter: pink strings of yarn, dry macaronis, and a green crayon. 5. A string of paper dolls with varying shapes: a darkner, a lightner, a save point, and a heart. 6. Wall decor, including glow in the dark stars and drawings of other characters. End ID.

boy this was meant to be finished like 2 weeks ago but at least im in time for the anniversary babeyyyy!! happy birthday deltarune oh god you're 5 years old now

Here's a bedroom design for Ralsei that I did for class - there's certainly more details hidden in this that I didn't have time to call out, so shout out to anyone who may spot em!

#deltarune #ralsei deltarune #described #fotf #long post #lmao im not tagging everyone else theyre just drawings #finally catching up on work RAHG i had a sudden surgery earlier this month and it set me back quite a bit but its sorted now #this room is moreso catered to fotf ralsei but it can still apply to regular ralsei too #haha. i have some painful plans for him regarding this room. just u wait. #i feel like i should maybe put out a more official announcement for this but i do have to delay FotF's debut more unfortunately. things hav #been really busy this semester (when i thought they wouldn't be) so im now aiming for the end of the year. but i cant promise anything #dont have 2 longass comics in your brain at once man.... #anyways. im really happy with this!!! im thankful my professors were really understanding and I wasn't rushed to finish this #it came out pretty much exactly how i imagined it in my head!!!!!! #also this file has far too many layers. i dont know the number i just know its many. oops

[spinninglightning]

whenever i read fics i always end up thinkin of a song for the fic or like, th chapter and then i canr stop associating the fic w/ those songs

#i listen to sm fckn music tht all the songs end up bein wildly diff too #ong i cld make playlists for multi ch fics #*stares at electric rebels* #actually u know what #i will #here r some songs: #our song by matchbox twenty is (early ch) electric rebels treemina coded #butterfly by bts (song is abt the fear of losing a person and in electric rebels this is very much true #everyone has the fear of not only losing their lives but losing their family(+found) as well #time is very much sacred n stuff like that) #humming by turnover (thr lyrics “with you ill make it out alive” sold me on this one) #viva la vida by coldplay specifically for the capital students because of how disillusioned theyve become due to the games #and forming relationships w/ their tribute #really good examples are vipsania and hilarius #rhythm of love by plain white t's makes me think of all the good moments treech n lamina have had despite their circumstances #(its also just a them song in general) #young volcanoes by fall out boy for the tributes!!! it seems light a more lighthearted victory song almost? #a “we will persevere” thing but more full of complete happiness #think abt the scene of teslee mizzen n treech running down the hill in jubilation (obvs before shit went down) #would that i by hozier just makes me think of when treech first met lamina up in the tree #which witch by florence + the machine is definitely for vipsania just before & after the bombing (aspen too but to a lesser degree almost) #“whos a heretic now” “im miles away hes on my mind” yeahhhh #love grows (where my rosemary goes) by edison lighthouse is jst a rlly good treemina song #rousseau by nerina pallot is a good fpr one of the main questions in the fic “are we really born free?” #(no. theyre not they have to work for that freedom. rousseaus main theory specifically the idea of it works really well for this fic #and the hunger games in general) #the promise by when in rome seems to work especially for treech and how he interacts with the others #he always seems to make promises - that theyll live - that he wont leave - that hell take care of the living for the deceased #this ended up sm longer than intended i reached the TAG LIMIT #basil.txt

[kaus-quietis]

Come take... this... hand... at twi... light’s... door... I’ll meet...  you... there We’ll share the moonlit floor through the driving rain –

#bsd fyodor #bsd #bsd fyodor dostoyevsky #bsd fyodor dostoevky #bsd fanart #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bungou stray dogs fyodor dostoevsky #after I read Kat's fanfic that I requested... the one I gave her Siouxsie and The Banshees's 'Lands End' lyrics for... #I found myself suddnely drawing this #only for my pleasure and further character exploration #and now that he returned so beautifully in the manga - it feels natural to share this with you my dear souls #I'm referring especially to my time-blog transcending mutuals - yeah perhaps you will be happy to see the no-fanart promise broken #at least from time to time #but really I've been at much more peace now that I don't engage with the fandom that much anymore #I'm only open to character analysis topics on this blog and put other stuff aside #I'm glad that from time to time people discover my fanarts buried in who knows how many reblogs on other blogs and #they add sweet tags or lose their minds there - I love it #but as for me... I'll use some Depeche Mode lyrics for this--- #'oh leave me here forevermore - I found the peace I've been searching for' #ah but I guess the Angel of Love is still upon me - #'I was lost.. I was found!'

[loserdiaz]

wip wednesday

tagged by @rogerzsteven

this is from an old wip i recently picked up again.

Buck breaks up with Eddie on a Tuesday.

It’s the hardest thing that he’s ever had to do, and he wants to get it done as soon as possible so he can go burrow into his self-hatred and stay there.

He doesn't say any of the clichés like "It's not you, it's me."— he doesn't say "It just isn't working anymore" or "I don't love you anymore," because all of it would be a lie.

They both know it would be a lie.

"Please, please don't do this." Eddie begs, his voice breaking on the second word.

Buck's heart is pounding in his ears and he feels sick to his stomach. "Eddie." He says and Eddie's name falls from his lips like the most precious promise that he doesn't want to break but will have to anyway. "I… I just don't know how could we—"

Eddie sees the hesitation, the moment of doubt that makes Buck stop— and Eddie takes his chance, he strikes, hoping he'll be able to change Buck's mind.

"Please." Eddie's voice comes wavering but he forces himself to continue. "I know it's hard, and trust me, I hate this as much if not more than you. But— But I'm not ready to give this up." Eddie licks his lips, his mouth too dry to keep talking. "Christopher is scared, but—"

"But what? He'll get over it?"

"Buck—"

"He doesn't want us together, Eddie!" Buck snaps and Eddie flinches.

There must have been one tiny stitch holding Eddie's heart together, preventing it from breaking entirely. But it frays and snaps at Buck's words, leaving him reeling, hot moisture pressing behind his eyelids.

"He doesn't want us together. He doesn't want—" Buck bursts out, then visibly restrains himself. He reaches up and brushes his palm over his mouth before glancing away from Eddie. "Look, I get it. It sucks and I hate that it's hurting you, but— you'll move on."

"No." It's all Eddie can manage to get out, breathing in and out through his nose, trying to quell the incessant nausea.

tagging: @monsterrae1 @lostinabuddiehaze @buddierights @spotsandsocks @eddiediazisascorpio @dickley-buddie @elvensorceress @lilbuddie @bekkachaos @prettyboybuckley @fatedbuck @maygrantgf @the-likesofus @loveyourownsmiilee and anyone else who wants to do it!!

#i promise this will have soft happy moments and also a really soft fluffy happy ending !! #wip wednesday #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #911 fic #911 wip #my writing #april writes

[matchandelure]

binge read all of kaiju no 8 a couple days ago :::) and im all caught up w the anime now too i am hooked holy

#haha i start my internship in a couple days so im feeling really shitty and anxious and need to bury my feelings w new media #I LOVE THIS SERIES??!!! A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i didnt do research before starting the anime like i usually do..so i had zero idea who the voice actors were #BUT THEN I HEARD HOSHINA SAY ONE LINE AND WAS IMMEDIATELY LIKE. ASAGIRI GEN IS THAT YOU?!?!??!?@??@?@!?!!?!?!!! #IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND OOOOOOOH THE ACCENT IS PERFECT!!!!! #hoshina is my favourite.....silly guy who wields his sword for fun... i also caught up with b side bc i heard he was the main #and i cried lol... #also cried a couple more times during my run through the manga haha #kafka... ohhhhh kafka as a protag!!!!!! HES SO SO AMAZING #guy in his 30s fueld by a promise w his childhood friend to stand next to her and eliminate all the monsters #THE WAY HE CARES SO MUCH ;O; THE IMPACT HES HAD ON BOTH RENO AND KIKORU #KIKORU MY DAUGHTER ;O; SHES DONE SO MUCH SHES DONE SO WELL SHES AMAZING SHE DESERVES SO MUCH PRAISE AND LOVE #yea....i like these guys i think they are very very cool I CANNOT WAIT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THEM #honestly kn8 episodes are gonna be what gets me through the weeks now... #both these eps and ALSO THE NEW TOURABU ANIME BUT IM SO SAD ITS ENDING IN 3 MROE EPS :((( #literally either teared up cried or screamed or all 3 a ton as i watched each episode tkrb will always cheer me up #i am gods most predictable pathetically weak soldier i saw hoshina who smiles like ranpo and laughs and jokes around constantly and yet als #has this huge sense of like... what is my purpose. what is my proof of existence. how can i be asked to just drop the one thing that ive #kept at all my life. thats all i have out here thats the only way for me to save people and prove i existed #that keeps me this role in this force in this organization and this is all i ahve to live for #HES SO URUHRHTUGHGSDFKJFK #GUY WHO ON THE SURFACE SEEMS SO HAPPY GO LUCKY AND SIMPLE WHO SHOUDLERS AND KEEPS SO MUCH TO HIMSELF WHO IS SO PASSIONATE ABOUT ONE THING #THAT HAS SHAPED HIS ENTIRE LIFE WHO CARES SO SO MUCH AND JUST WANTS TO DO WHATEVER HE CAN BECAUSE ITS ALL HE CAN DO #i discovered bsd when i was 14 years old discovered ranpo bsd and was never the same #comfort character fr actually..so comfort character that it transcends just the one series #lol enough rambling i shall go back to playing hades watching one piece with kn8 manga tab open split screen style and listening to p3r #soundtrack so that i can stop thinking and forget that i am actually somehow a person #willows rambling branch

[biblionerd07]

I’ve been rereading Check, Please and all the extras and tweets and just remembering how fucking FUN it all was when it was happening in real time!!! Ngozi seriously created a full-on EXPERIENCE for us and it was just an absolute blast. Like there was the normal screeching and wailing when we got comic updates, like you’d get when you’re watching an ongoing show and getting weekly episodes. But then we also got extras and ask-a-Wellie and the TWEETS!!! We all had alerts set for Bitty’s twitter and we’d just get no warning before getting tidbits about the team or about his state of mind or vague-tweets about his crush and we would all FLOCK to tumblr to analyze and speculate and squee. It was a fandom experience I really haven’t had before or since and I just!!! It was so fun!!!! And she gave it to us for free!!!!

#omgcp #thank you ngozi for my life #the only twitter I’ve ever had alerts for #the way the twitter showed the growth of all their relationships but esp jack and bitty!!!! #and the official check please tumblr is the only one I’ve had alerts for too lol #will NEVER forget where I was when jack’s graduation comic dropped #like that was truly one of the biggest moments in my life #ahh the nostalgia #I found check please at such a rough time in my life and it really did help me so much #and she constantly promised us a happy ending and she fucking delivered and it was so worth it

[impishtubist]

I put The Charioteer on my tbr just because you keep talking about it and now I'm curious.

OH BOY I'M SO EXCITED. It's dangerous that you told me this AND I have your Discord AND I have your email, because now I'm going to bully you relentlessly until you read it.

It's queer and it's unapologetically queer. The main character is gay, we know that from the start, he knows it from the start, and the book isn't about him figuring out his sexuality or hating himself for it. It is about him getting himself tied up in a love triangle, because he is an idiot, but we love him for it anyway. And most of the other characters in it are unapologetically queer, and multiple queer couples get to have their happy ending, and it's just delightful.

Also if you don't love Ralph Lanyon, then we can't be friends anymore.

#the charioteer #yes i'm counting sandy and alec as a happy ending #don't come for me fandom #whatever the hell they've got going on obviously works for them #also reducing the charioteer to a love triangle doesn't really convey the richness of the story #but i promise you're going to love it