#i wish i could write xD

[magnusbae]

If you're interested, here's a prompt from the ones who just shared:

"Then why did you do it?" "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

No rush hehe I hope you get rest and have fun writing this!

Now, see, I could have taken this as an open prompt and went with something else, but I know you like dreamling and so I was good.

Thanks for the prompt dear! 💖 Also special thanks goes to @cuubism for actually going through it 🌻🌻🌻 any mistakes are me ignoring her wisdom or straight up forgetting to edit it. one of the two.

Dreamling - some flavor of hurt/comfort(?) 'you dare?' kind of situation going on there, 1,394w

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“I cannot fathom why—” 

Dream halts mid-sentence, his outrage rendering him speechless for a precious moment in which Hob tries, fruitlessly, to come up with a way to placate him, to explain in a way that will somehow pass as acceptable to Dream. The betrayal is tangible in the air, so charged that Hob’s hair actually stands on end as if from static. It feels like standing at your front door, still safe but seeing the hurricane on the horizon, knowing that this false safety can and will change in moments. Hob cannot think of a single thing. 

“You.” Dream grits his teeth so tightly that they scrape loudly, the sound of it making Hob’s own teeth ache uncomfortably. “Know.” Dream says each word as if it takes a great burden to even use human speech and not simply burn a hole in Hob’s mind. Given Dream’s past record, which Hob had recently learnt of, perhaps it does. “You know I do not ask.”

“I know.” Hob winces.

There’s no denying that he knew. Knew full well that asking Dream’s sibling for help was a guaranteed way to not only outrage him, but also land Hob a very creative punishment and the end of their long friendship.

He knew that, and did it anyway. 

Would again, if he had to.

He will not apologize for that.

Dream seems to come to the same conclusion, cheeks reddening in a surprising display of humanity, of lack of control over his appearance. The darkness that creeps into his eyes is distinctly not human. Hob shudders but fixes his eyes on Dream’s, refusing to avert his eyes like a reprimanded youth. He did what he did, and he’s not sorry.

''Then.” To Hob’s surprise, Dream seems to level himself, to school the darkness out of his eyes and ask with a calm that is somehow more unnerving than his rage. “Why did you do it?" There is a finality to this question, like a judge asking for one last confession to tip the scale one way or another. There will be judgment at the end of it, Hob knows. 

“Because…” he sucks in a breath, there’s a ball of nerves in his stomach and frustration, surprising him with its intensity, it feels almost like anger.

Why is he here, searching for excuses for something he believes in wholeheartedly? He doesn’t want to learn firsthand of Dream’s notorious pettiness but he’s not here to play these sort of games. 

The outraged huff is stuck in his throat— he didn’t even realize he had raised his voice this much, not until the ring of it strains his ears. He is practically shouting. And he doesn’t care. 

 ''BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.''

There’s anger in it, frustration, a measure of desperation.

“I bloody love you more than I fear you, that’s why.” His own cheeks burn, itch, tingle with the indignation of it all. “Because I’m a besotted fool who would make a pact with the devil if I had to, if it meant helping you.” He gestures curtly at Dream, then spreads his arm in an exaggerated motion of question. “Why else? Seriously, why else?!” He stops at that, breathing harshly. This is not how he had imagined, not even close. Fuck it. And fuck Lucifer, too. And Dream’s all too pleased sibling, on top.

Through his outburst Hob had stopped paying attention to Dream’s face, only his eyes, latching onto them as if they were his anchor in this universe, the only constant thing, in life, in this.

When he finally looks, really looks, he realizes with a start that Dream’s cheeks are no longer red with anger, that his eyebrows are not as tightly knitted, that his pale lips form a small and lax ‘o’. 

His friend looks taken aback, pacified and…surprised.

Like he couldn’t fathom this being the reason for Hob’s supposed betrayal of trust. Like this was the last rationale he had expected to hear, like he, an Endless being of incomprehensible wisdom, is unable to conceive this simple truth. Like he’s at a loss now.

Like he’s a bloody idiot. Hob shakes his head in amazement, his own anger evaporating as quickly as it came. Yet again he wonders how it is possible to be all knowing and yet so blind, so oblivious to such a simple truth, one Hob didn’t even try too hard to hide, really.

“I know you didn’t want me to,” he softens his voice, speaking more quietly “but I really didn’t have a choice. If I could do this on my own, you know I would have, I’d do worse for you.” He smiles at Dream, he doesn’t even try to sound self-deprecating, it’s the honest truth. He would.

His hand drops by his side and he awaits then, for his judgment.

“You love, me?”

Hob doesn't know how to respond to such a simple question other than–

“I do.”

There’s nothing else to add to that, he said it all, he did it all, even Dream must understand this is no passing fancy. One does not risk their immortal soul for something insignificant. Especially not Hob. One does it when it means everything. And in this case, it did. Dream did. 

Dream seems to again, come to the same conclusion. 

He wilts, shoulders sagging. He looks both much older and much younger at the same time, like this knowledge has stricken him, hurt him.

“You shouldn’t” is all he says. 

“But I do.” Hob answers in return. 

“I see that.” Dream’s voice is a whisper carried by the breeze, gentle, endless, aching. He looks torn in that moment, the judge whose scales no longer measure in any understandable manner. He casts his gaze down. 

“Just let me,” Hob says. He did not come here demanding boons, nor love, only to help Dream. “Forgive my impudent human inclinations to save what I love, and let us continue as we were. Friends. “

“Friends…” Dream repeats after him, as if in disbelief.

Dream opens his mouth to say more—to accept or refuse, Hob doesn’t know—but in that exact moment Matthew half-crashes, half-lands on Dream’s shoulder, a flutter of black feathers and barely muffled curses.

“Boss! Oh for fuck’s sake— I mean cracker’s sake— I mean what the hell— I mean you’re fine—you’re actually okay, I was sure that this time you’re like legit—” he notices Hob then, and cawing loudly he curses again “You actually did it you son of a bitch— you really did!” His wings open excitedly, brushing against Dream’s face, covering it up.

“Matthew.” 

“Uh-” Matthew folds his wings immediately. 

Hob looks at Dream then, the moment is decidedly broken but he has to know if he’d see him again, he can’t just go on not knowing, it’ll drive him insane. “Dream—” he starts, but Dream speaks over him.

“We will discuss this—” Dream’s lips tighten, eyes flicking to Matthew and then back at Hob. “At a later time.” He concludes rather curtly, seemingly deciding that addressing exactly what they will be discussing is not something he wants his Raven to be privy to.

“Right…” Hob murmurs, not speaking further of the topic either. It’s one thing to break Dream’s boundaries over life and death, another entirely over his own impatience and need to know. Dream wanting to see him again at all is already a damn good sign, and Hob will take it, gladly.

“I’ll see you later then, Dream” He uses the name even while not being sure he is still permitted to, that he did not lose the privilege. Dream tilts his head but doesn’t object, instead he nods once and disappears in a swirl of golden sand.

“Show off…” Hob murmurs into the empty air, shaking his head in disbelief. There’s a good feeling in his gut, he should probably be worried but he has a feeling that things will work out, that it all will be just fine. He can’t explain it, but he has learnt to trust his gut over the years. After all, it once led him to believe that he would never die.

It was right then, and it’ll be right now too. He and Dream will figure it out and will be better for it. Just like the other time, just like always. 

#Dreamling #Dreamling fic #The sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream #hob #buns.w #buns.all #carnelianmeluha #msg #It probably could have been rewritten but given the fact that it was meant to be only 20 minutes long writing and ended up being hours #i think this is as far as it goes :') #Something within me perished typing out in caplocks but i wished to stay true to the original prompt SO. #I only saw that you did specify the ship in a later message now lmao see I had forbidden myself from looking through the prompts #so I don't start picking and choosing what I felt more like #So I only read them as I actually did them--- and still chosen to be good xD

[gazkamurocho]

Will we ever get more high school AU I've become obsessed with it 😍

Oh definitely yes! I'm glad you're enjoying the School AU as much as I am, dear anonymous! 💕

A few days ago I was even sketching how some other characters may look in the School AU like, Daigo, Ryuji, Akiyama and Hana lol

And It's also funny because last night I was remembering the camping trips from my school days for some reason, and then I started thinking how a camping trip with Kiryu, Majima and other Yakuza characters (their classmates) from the School AU would go xD The bus trip, forest hiking, flag hunting, cooking, playing soccer, treasure hunting in the dark, the boys and girls' cabins, bonfire,... Ohh the possibilities are endless! So much chaos would ensue sjkdsdfskhsd Imagine Kiryu's anxiety, anticipating of living with Majima in an isolated place for 3 whole days? xD And Majima would never go on a school camping trip willingly, but the thought of being able to get more chances to provoke Kiryu-chan and maybe spend some alone time with him in the woods changed his mind on the spot jhdfjksdhfds

Anyway, I don't have any concrete idea for the school AU for now but I'll let those thoughts cook and something eventually will come up! I also always accept suggestions from you guys because two or more people brainroting together are better than one, am I right?

#sometimes I wish I was good with writing because then I could write a fanfic about that camping trip #but my way of thinking and planning stories is very messy and I can't put all my thoughts into words #that's why I love to do comics because I'm better at expressing my ideas visually #like in the characters' body or facial expressions #also English is not my first language so another extra challenge for writing xD #school!au #daigo dojima #ryuji goda #akiyama shun #hana chan #tumblr ask #ask

[skyloftian-nutcase]

For the ask:

Hyrule+ your choice + Racoon in a bow tie

(And I got my blood test back and it was normal. More testing needed but at least that's okay.)

"Hey, Rulie, mind giving me a hand?" Wild called from off the hiking trail.

Hyrule slid down the embankment a little, wandering further into the woods where his friend was sitting. It looked rather like he was wrestling with something with the way his torso turned, and--

Was that a raccoon he was holding?!

"What... are you doing?" he asked as he stared at his friend struggle to hold the creature. The raccoon, for its part, wasn't too upset, but it certainly seemed perturbed enough to wiggle.

"I convinced him over with some food," Wild explained. "Because I always thought it would be great to get a picture of a raccoon wearing a bowtie. Twi said it was ridiculous and impossible. Do you mind taking a picture?"

Honestly, the first question that came to mind was why did you even think of this but it was pretty funny. And Wild was bribing the raccoon with more snacks, calming it. Hyrule shut off the part of his mind that was over analyzing and saying injuries/rabies/wild animal and laughed, grabbing his phone to take a picture.

#I feel like the only appropriate choices for something involving animals and ridiculousness are Twi and Wild LOL #but Twi respects wild animals and Wild... is Wild #you ask skye answers #lovely ereighna #lu in healthcare #writing #writing prompt #lu wild #lu hyrule #+ bonus confused raccoon in a bowtie #boys being boys #they're both idiots #normal blood test is good! Just wish you could get some answers for whatever's wrong tho #I just realized you didn't specify that these were the healthcare blorbos but like... that's the only way I could see it XD #I'm not sure I've ever seen a bowtie in LoZ

[amethystina]

Hiiii🩷🩷 I have a question... does Yohan think that Gaon loves Soo Hyun in a romantic way😳? If so, oh boy thats a huge misunderstanding to clear. Also, thank you for the amazing update!!! I'm sure as hell sticking around on this journey to see these two work out their feelings!!

Hi there! 💜

Yes, he does. Because Yo Han's got no reason to believe otherwise, based on how Ga On is behaving. He can tell that Ga On is attracted to him, sure, but that's physical. And sexual and romantic attraction are two entirely different things. One doesn't guarantee the other and just because you feel one — or even both — you don't actually have to act on it.

I'm more or less writing Yo Han like a bisexual demiromantic, i.e. he's good at recognising sexual tension/attraction but he's not very experienced with love. He's never really been in love before because he's never allowed himself to get close enough to someone to actually fall in love. And when you combine this with his upbringing and lack of social interaction with other people? Love is probably pretty tricky for him.

Not in a "he doesn't feel it" way because he does — and he knows that he does — but he's not the best at reading it in other people. Not at all helped by how he just doesn't get the whole "love at first sight" thing (because, again, demiromantic), which has made him wonder if, just maybe, his concept of love is different from everyone else's. He knows what love means to him and he's seen other people be in love (like Isaac and his wife) but applying that to his and Ga On's relationship is very difficult for him, especially with Soo Hyun complicating things.

Like, if Yo Han tries to compare how Ga On behaved around/treated Soo Hyun (who he assumes Ga On was in love with) to how Ga On behaves around/treats Yo Han, he can see a lot of differences. And it's a problem when his method for figuring this whole situation out is: "That is how Kim Ga On behaves when he's in love and, if he doesn't, he's probably not in love with me." Because that misses the part where people don't always behave the exact same way when they're in love (because it can be influenced by who they're interested in) and, if anything, it should be the other way around.

At this point, it's probably better to look at how Ga On behaves around you, Yo Han, not Soo Hyun, if you want to figure out what he's like when he's in love x'D

... but he doesn't know that, of course.

So, in short: Yo Han knows that Ga On cares about him and he knows that Ga On is sexually attracted to him, but he has no way of knowing if Ga On is in love with him. Yo Han has too little experience with it to be able to gauge that.

But, at this point? He thinks that Ga On is just too in love with Soo Hyun to ever love him (which is what this post was about)

And, in a very heartbreaking way, he's kind of grateful that Ga On made it clear he's not going to act on what's between them because Yo Han assumes it's only sexual attraction and some confused fondness on Ga On's end anyway. And Yo Han would just... rather not if that's all Ga On can give him. Because, for once, he doesn't just want sex — he wants love, too.

... this man is, once again, a goddamn onion.

(and will make you cry just as much as one)

And, for my own sake, I'm going to have to make a detour and write Yo Han's POV of what happens after he's gone into his bedroom because I SWEAR THE FUCKING BASTARD WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE. There is SO MUCH GOING ON in his head and snippets keep inconveniently popping up at irregular intervals, distracting me. And as soon as I push one aside, the next one pops up.

It's like a never-ending game of angsty Whac-A-Mole.

Someone save me.

ANYWAY. I'm glad you liked the update! And thank you so much for wanting to stick around 💜 I was genuinely worried about how you all would react to this chapter. Like, who's insane enough to throw in a rejection 400k into a story? People have probably gotten chased down with pitchforks for less.

So thank you for the trust, support, and dedication — it means a lot to me 💜

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Who Holds the Devil #Amethystina Writes #Even if she would prefer not to this time #Like #I ALWAYS know what's going through Yo Han's head too #But this is the first time when I genuinely can't focus because I'm just BOMBARDED by it #I WISH I COULD SHUT IT OFF BUT I CAN'T #So I'm going to write it all down just to get it out of the way I guess? #Maybe then it'll quiet down #Also #I guess it might be nice just for the sake of knowing exactly where he stands #I make no promises that I'll post it though xD #Second also #Do yourself a favour and don't ponder how that 'my love isn't like other people's' work in relation to 'I'm a monster' #And 'I will smother his light one day' #Because that's... yeah #That'll break your heart #I'M SORRY I CAN'T SHUT IT OFF OKAY

[impyssadobsessions]

Bully: The Deal

I've been proud of what I wrote for a big story idea for Bully (the game by rockstar) but its still like first chapter and I probably wont get to it anytime soon. So I wanted to post some bits and pieces. Mostly showing like Pete's perspective and resemblance of like Gary and his Grandfather Also this is the game Bully so offensive language is kind of part of the deal.

Pete Kowalski have had many bad days in his life. As being a small and shy, but curious child, it was bound to be the case. Like the time when he was five and a bunch of boys poor glue all over his head. Or like the time he was eight and he watched his dog get hit by a car because he wanted to play outside with him.

The lady who hit the dog, fussed at Pete for not keeping him on a leash and demanded his parents pay for the damage done to the bumper. Pete never asked for another pet since.

There was also a time when Pete first started Bullworth. A bunch of bullies stuck him into a trash can and rolled him off of school grounds down into the beach path. He rolled straight into the water. Pete had to swim back to shore as the trash sailed off to sea. And that was just a few really terrible ones that came to mind, however, none of them compared to the deep sense of dread and anxiety of today. Well... maybe the dog thing was worse, but this was a close second. “Hello~ Earth to Fem-boy!” A hand waved in front of his face. The hand retreated back, like a pulled curtain, revealing a scarred face with a wicked grin. Gary Smith was back for another year at Bullworth. “I hate to disappoint you, Petey, but I don't swing that way. Though I know its hard not to stare. I'm an incredible. Human body at its peak.” Gary flexing his arms, “Humanities greatest achievement. Genetic marvel, really.” “Not mentally.” Pete bit his tongue as soon as he let his words slip. Cursing internally as Gary turned back towards him.

“Ooohoo hoo~ I see someone got started on their testosterone while I was gone.” Gary cooed with a nastier grin. Eyes sharp. Petey rolled his eyes, as he always did with the boy. Though he can't deny after the stunt Gary pulled last year, he was highly on edge. Just being in same room with Gary, set off his flight response. Pete couldn't imagine rooming with the guy again for another year or two. “Whatever Gary. What are you even doing here?”

“Oh, you know! Just like every snot-nose moron that infect these halls, I was.. forced to.” Gary gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, shaking it a little.

Pete raised a brow, his arms crossed. Forced to? “Yes! Girly-boy,” Did Pete say his thoughts out loud again? Though, with Gary, it could be that he read Pete's expression or that he wanted to continue for the sake of dramatic effect. “-Forced! Forced by the unfortunate trash that gave me life to attend this sorry God-forsaken zoo we call a school.” Gary flopped back on his bed, opposite of Pete's, arms crossed. His back against the wall. “Trust me, this is the LAST place I would want to be. Well, I guess second to that damn asylum.” Petey couldn't say he was shocked. Letting out a sigh, Pete asked mostly to himself, “Why me though?” “I don't know, Petey. Why don't you go ask Dr. Crabs-for-brains? After all, I'm sure he'll tell you with all the sucking up you had to do to get the title of HEAD boy. Or maybe he might even switch you with Hopkins if you offer some ass.” Pete's face flush with embarrassment and scrunched up in absolute disgust at the comment. “You're so gross.”

“I'm not the one sucking cock-” “Whatever, Jerk. I'm outta here.” Pete swiftly turned to walk out of the dorm. “Give the head a good kiss for me~ Right on the ass che-!” Pete slammed the door shut, a bit harder than he wanted to, but within ten minutes in the same room with Gary and Pete was ready to go back home. Too bad his parents wouldn't let him even if he did. 'You spend too much time inside!' 'Go out and play, son!' 'Don't you have a girlfriend, yet?' 'You're sixteen, Pete! Go to the park, go ride a bike, or get drunk at a party- just go do something!' Pete pinched the bridge of his nose while sticking his free hand into his pocket. To think he was even looking forward to the new year. He had FRIENDS.. well a friend and his friend's current... girlfriend? Jimmy never made it clear what Zoe was, but neither did Zoe. He was the head boy, which was bound to gain him some respect. At least by the smaller kids. The cliques were somewhat on good terms since Jimmy beat their asses again. Things were looking up for once. But... Pete should have known better by now, that anything that goes up must come down.

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“Here he is, Mr. Smith. The perfect model student of Bullworth Academy. Our Head Boy, Paul Kowalski-”Dr. Crabblesnitch stood up and patted Pete on the shoulder. “Peter, sir.” Pete corrected with a muttered. “Aha-yes yes. My mistake. Peter Kowalski.” Dr. Crabblesnitch's hand squeezing Pete's shoulder. His face keeping a stressed smile. “Head Boy?” The gruff voice of the older man asked with a raise brow. Pete tried hard not to frown as he recognized that tone. Mr. Smith plopped down in a empty chair right next to the one that was overturned on the floor. “This puny punk? Ha! He looks like one step away from wearing a dress and changing his name to Patty.” Okay, yeah. They were definitely related. Pete's face twitched in annoyance. “You must be Gary's grandfather. I can see where he gets his sense of humor from.” Petey outstretched his hand out towards Mr. Smith, trying to ignore the painful grip of Dr. Crabblesnitch's hand on his shoulder.

Mr. Smith tilted his head as his mustache swished back and fourth. Pete tried to keep his smile in place. He didn't want to appear weak or intimidated, but the silent tension was making Pete nervous. “Hahaha! Nice to meet you, Peter.” Mr. Smith burst out laughing while he reached out to shake Pete's hand. “Nice. To meet. You. Too... Mr. Smith.” Pete said through gritted teeth, trying to not let the pain show as Mr. Smith crushed Pete's hand in his grip. “Call me Allen, son.” Mr. Smith let go of Pete's hand and leaned back into his chair. He nodded his head slightly, as if he given Pete his approval. Pete let out a slight breath in relief. He folded his arms behind his back and rubbed his aching hand. Jerk. “Nice to meet you, Allen, sir.” --------------------

“So I thought to myself on how we could prevent the past from repeating itself and then it occurred to me. Our major blind spot is among his peers, thus entrusting a student with upstanding morals for the task was top priority.” Dr. Crabblesnitch looked over at Mr. Smith, “Of course, Gary Smith will be tested regularly as well to make absolutely certain that no tampering has arise.” This was a bad idea. A VERY bad idea. Pete couldn't stop Gary last year! He definitely couldn't, didn't WANT to this year. Gary did what Gary wanted too. He could fake it so easily and Pete... Pete was pretty certain all this would bite him in the ass. In more ways than one. “Hmph. Sounds like a lot of hoopla to me.” Allen's voice snapped Pete out of his daze. “S-sir! I was Gary's roommate last year and-and I don't think-” Petey stuttered. He had to say something, anything to try to get out of this. “Splendid! Then you'll already know what his condition is like with or without his medication.” “No-I mean yes, but-!” “Well! You've certainly convinced me, Crabblesnitch. I think its a wonderful idea.” Allen laughed loudly, standing up with a grin. Pete froze as he whipped his face towards Allen in confusion. What were all the adults on in this town?! The old man walked over to him, and slapped his back making the poor boy stumble forward. “I feel quite satisfied that this young lad is going to be playing caretaker to my grandson.” Allen barked. Pete's eyes danced between the headmaster and Mr. Smith. Confusion still written clearly on his face. “Ah, I'm so glad you've come to reason, Mr. Smith. Though Peter is not going to be responsible for Gary Smith's actions, he will at least keep us updated.” Dr. Crabblesnitch letting out a small breath of relief. Pete was too stun to reply. His fate was sealed, just like that.

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“Ah, finally some fresh air. I was getting tired of smelling all that bullshit in there,” Allen chuckled as he gave Pete a wink. Pete choked on a snort. “It was.. stifling to say the least.” Allen barked a laugh as he started to walk again. “Well, I'm glad there was at least one person that isn't stuck so far up their own ass that they can't smell shit around them.” Pete hummed in response, not sure how to take the compliment.

#bully game #bully scholarship edition #bully rockstar #bully cce #gary smith #peter kowalski #pete kowalski #Allen smith #dr. crabblesnitch #fanfic #excerpts #fanfic idea #I have pretty much a full chapter in my docs #Allen basically pays pete to be his inside man because he doesnt trust the school #pete stuck watching gary either way #jimmy isnt at school yet btw #so he's by himself for the first few weeks #I just ugh #wish i could transplant my ideas in full story without taking time to write it XD #canis canem edit

[clenastia]

i dont know why the running joke of this chapter is kakashi fearing for his kidneys. where did that come from. WHY did that come from.

i should probably cut that in editing it's a little ridiculous.

except it makes me giggle every time so maybe i should leave it there.

#girl's mind fanfic #clena's writing progress #just have to write ONE more conversation and the whole chapter is done. but DAMN if editing wont be a bitch #still wondering if i should cut jiraiya's 3-page infodump #because while most people dont mind #some people keep commenting saying that my fic is too wordy and i keep adding unnecessary things #and like. they're 1% of reviews but i have the emotional fragility of a china teacup #i cry when i get those sorts of reviews and they ruin my day even tho i get twenty comments who love my rambling #but like. also. i shouldnt delete stuff from my fic just for the 1% of assholes who will say mean things about it #but also i dont want to cry when someone inevitably says something mean about it. #most if not all of said assholes are on fanfiction dot net so technically i could just stop cross posting #except there are people on that site who DO like my rambles so #ugh. why am i such an emotionally sensitive crybaby. my life would be so much better #if i didnt have such thin skin #i'm 90% certain that jiraiya's 3-page infodump is going to get LONGER with editing cause i'm gonna turn it from infodump into #an actual conversation. so who knows how many pages it'll be by the end. the chapter's already 6500 words #which is double my average chapter length #and i DO like the info he presents even if it maybe ISNT strictly required for progressing the story. probably only the last paragraph is #ugh. i wish people would just never say mean things ever. then i wouldn't have a problem with anything xD

[here-comes-the-bard]

vibrates... do they seal their pinky promises with kisses... like they link pinkies and then the promiser kisses their own hand and then the promised kisses their own hand or smth...... i can't quite describe it bc i can't fully envision the hand positions but god that image has SO much healing energy omg god fuck

#the citrus speaks #healing hands #those pinky promise rings are canon in my heart of hearts #and so is the lego key holder #rrrrrgh #me when nithral gets gently pulled into doing slightly silly things with his husband #except yaevinn is genuinely v serious abt pinky promises #always has been #you do not make a pinky promise to yaevinn unless you are near certain you can keep it #and yaevinn only asks for/makes pinky promises under the same conditions #he will never make a pinky promise that he doesn't think CAN be promised #but he will be very very serious about it #anyway. thanks nithvinn collab pinterest board #and by that i mean thank you molly XD #and thank you ALSO for that one pin of a painting you added recently that's making me wish i could write sexy AT ALL man #and thank you ALSO for more siren x merman thoughts #lots of thanks to you molly lol XD

[secretmellowblog]

Extremely sad news! Tumblr's post editor is broken on desktop? I've been working on a long post showing photographs of Valjean and Cosette's escape through Paris-- cross-referencing the streets Hugo mentions with photographs taken of the streets during 1800s- but tumblr's post editor is broken for any text posts made on desktop. I've been having the same glitch here as I've had on my LOTR sideblog, and @support has been in contact with me but hasn't been able to help me out yet. :'3 Whenever I make a long textpost with images on desktop, it will not display correctly on the mobile app. It will display correctly in a mobile browser but not the app. When I insert an image, the line of text above the image will sometimes become invisible on mobile, rendering the post incoherent. This means the posts can only be read on desktop and no one on the mobile app will understand them.

I haven't been able to recreate the issue intentionally though??? It just happens sometimes???? I don't know what causes it. It's not every time I insert an image, and it's not images that are copypasted-- I don't know what it is?

HA THERE!! It did the thing!! The full sentence was suppose to be "I don't know what it is?" But on the iOS mobile app the end of the sentence gets cut off. Other mobile app users see the glitch, right? WHat's going on with that? That first image was originally below, with the other images. Then I moved it upwards to a different place, and saved the draft. For some reason, this caused the the paragraph of text above the place where it used to be to glitch out, making the end of the sentence invisible on the mobile app. This is going to make long posts an absolute pain to make, since I can't move images after the fact....why is this happening? Does anyone have any idea?

#I wish i knew more about like website coding so I could fix it myself XD #;___; #I miss writing overlong textposts with images

[floating-in-the-blue]

🦷 & 🥐

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

If you participate in a lot of zoom or teams meetings or the like that are mostly just talking and listening and don't require a lot of note taking or actually looking at your screen, get yourself a colouring book. Those meetings will suddenly feel way more productive and you will be way more relaxed instead of fuming about wasted time!

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

Are they asking about memes or Internet jokes?? I mean ... we're on tumblr, there's so many good ones. All of us preparing for Stab Ceasar day or the Spider's Georg or Children's Hospital and Apollo's Dodgeball and of course our latest beauty Walrus vs. Fairy

Writer's Truth or Dare

#I really wish I could bring my colouring book into the RL meetings too but I'm afraid that would be a little bit distracting for the rest #just watching me select my next colour etc #none of these answers had anything to do with writing XD #but thank you so much for sending in questions <3 <3 <3

[fortune-maiden]

AU meme: MDZS is now a toku and the twin jades are the starting henshin heroes.

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

TOKU AU HECK YEAH!

I admit I was sitting on this one for a while because I was trying very hard not to turn this into a Ryuki AU.

I failed.

So now it's Ryuki based with Toshiki Inoue brand identity shenanigans because I loved them in Agito, Faiz and Donbrothers :D

Ryuki is the Battle Royale one where the Riders are duking it out in order to have their wish granted. I'm going to combine this a bit with Fate/Zero where the end goal is an ultimate power, but this ultimate power is actually EVIL!

(It's the Yin Iron) (pretty sure it was also EVIL in Ryuki but I have not watched all of Ryuki)

LWJ was not supposed to be a Henshin Hero but while investigating a haunting one day because he does that, he spotted his brother and shenanigans ensued resulting in the LXC's transformation belt getting split in two and LWJ is a Hero now! ....but he and LXC are only at half the power they should be individually.

Which for ✨Reasons✨ is still pretty much on par with all of the other riders.

WWX is the favorite to win this Battle Royale. In his hero form, he is the villain to defeat and every time he and LWJ run into each other, it's a death match. In civilian form, he and LWJ actually get along great, neither one knowing the other's identity but both having strong ideals of justice. Their identities get revealed to each other about 2/3rds through and there is much angst.

(WWX also forms the classic 2 guys & a girl Rider trio with WN & WQ)

LWJ owns a motorbike and there will be romantic sunset motorbike rides. And friendship sunset motorbike rides. And angsty sunset motorbike rides.

(The bike's name is Bichen)

NHS is not a powerful hero like his brother was, but he has his guile and is determined to get the ultimate power so he could resurrect his brother. (Sorry Da-ge is dead in this verse. For ✨Reasons✨). He's friends with WWX in their civilian lives. Naturally they don't know each others identities, but he and LWJ do learn each other's identities pretty early on, and help each other out. NHS is very definitely not plotting something!

JGY is also a part of this. He and LXC know each other's identities so he figures out LWJ's identity pretty quickly. He decides not to let on that he knows, but much like LXC & LWJ he is more invested in using his powers for good than fighting other heroes. Honest!

This is as far as I got haha (JC is here somewhere too.... possibly also partaking in the identity hijinks with WWX & LWJ). Also Bonus because you mentioned this in our chat and I loved it:

WWX makes his debut in the story when JZX throws his sister's love letter off a bridge and he jumps down to get it while yelling at JZX. (LWJ witnesses this and thinks WWX is an idiot. But a respectable one!)

hmm would it be fun if the Yin Iron shards are what actually allow everyone to become Toku Heroes...

#writing this out also makes me wish i could have stuck with Geats past the two awful first eps because i love its premise #and would have loved to incorporate stuff here xD #(incidentally i went to look something up for it and apparently the current KR is Cardcaptor Kamen Rider) #(it's another high school KR so that should be fun :D) #Also writing this I realized how easy it is to make a Fate/Zero AU with this xD #Everyone loves a good battle royale story :D #OH! I just realized I could have also made this Shinkenger based! #It would have mapped so well! XD #fortune's fanfics #This was fun to write out :D #I love mdzs & I love toku even if it's been a while since I watched any toku xD #I should go finish Ryuki already! #mdzs #Lan wangji #wei Wuxian #Tokusatsu #I guess xD

[rebka18]

I need soft fluff serirei fics 😮‍💨😭

#the ao3 tagg is not updated enough #or i was to spoiled from my las ship with daily new fics #wish i could write #it would be daily fluff bombs for serirei xD

[a-mess-of-a-crow]

DUE TO POPULAR DEMAND=

(Literally one person) @fluffychubbydragon

RANDOM RM INTERACTIONS!!!

It's mostly Frisk and Sans tho

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Frisk=„Did i ever tell you that all of your ideas suck?!??!“

Sans= „Yeah, but maybe next time i‘ll actually listen.“

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Frisk= „Come on, admit it! You enjoy living!“

S= „Living and Urology are the same thing. Just because i do it, doesn‘t mean I enjoy it.“

F= „Please, come to the party... You can talk to other sanses, exchange experiences!“

S= „Great, I‘ll talk to them, they‘ll tell me their life story and I‘ll have to look interested, then they will remind me of all the things I haven‘t had in my childhood, I‘ll get depressed, next up we both end up drinking way too much and crying about how much life sucks. Nah thanks. I‘ll rather skip to the drunk part without the emotional burden. Much easier.“

F= „B-But you can‘t even get drunk?“

S= „Exactly. Not even able to drink my problems away. A shame.“

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Vera="What are you saying? I'm totally immune to flirts, Cupcake. You're cute if you think you can make me blush. "

Cupcake="I may be a baker but i sure as hell would love to eat your cake~ ( oཀo)"

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Vera="Holy macaroni-"

Celery=*holding a spoon* " You called?"

*Frisk, Cupcake, Zinc and Vera tease and make fun of sans*

Sans= *Looks at Shade* “See what I have to deal with every day?!“

Frisk=“Oh please, you pull pranks on me and the others too! Like installing pirate english onto EVERYONE! “

Sans=“Hehe yeah“

Frisk= "And just the other day you put gun powder in the coffee machine and the thing ended up blowing up in my face!“

Sans=“ What? That wasn‘t meant as a prank.“

Frisk=“It wasn‘t?? Wait, why the fuck would you unjokingly put fucking Gun powder in the coffee machine??!!“

Sans=“Thought it make it more liquidy.“

Frisk=“IT BLEW UP. IN MY FACE. I CLEANED THE ENTIRE BULLSHIT UP FOR TWO HOUR, NOT TO SPEAK OF THE DAMAGE TO THE WALL AND CEILING!!!“

Sans=“And it didn‘t even liquify the Gunpowder.“

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Nox (one of Sans's Blaster)=*gets dragged to sans, head and foot stuck in a giant metal cane*

Bun="I swear i was gone for just a minute."

Nox=*Gnaws at the metal cane*

Sans=“HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE TO DO THIS???!“

Nox=*sad argue noise*

Sans=“SERIOUSLY? YOU GET FOOD LIKE ... 4 TIMES A DAY YOU OVERGROWN CANINE... DRAGON IDIOT!“

Nox=*quieter sad argue noises*

Sans=“I swear, no more treats for you, I‘m so fed up with your bullshit.“

*Sans frees Nox*

*Nox sits up straight*

*Nox licks his tail*

*He looks at sans*

*IMMEDIATE Playful pose and wagging his tail*

Sans=“NO! NO PLAYING!“

Nox=* whines*

Sans=“...“

Sans=*baby voice*“OOhhhhh i can‘t stay mad at chuuu. Who‘s my little boofus??? You are, YEAH YOU ARE!!! “

*aggressively pets the giant skeletal dragon canine... Blaster*

Frisk=“Congratulations, you held your authority for astonishing 2 seconds, new record might i add.“

Sans="LOOK AT THAT FACE! " *squishes Nox's face* "HOW CAN YOU SAY NO???"

Frisk="Touché."

#rm #red mass #undertale #undertale au #sans #Frisk #Random interactions #Character interactions #God i love writing these #I wish i could draw Nox XD

[queen-scribbles]

— I write…

tagged by @valkblue, thank you!

Rules: bold or color what fits you (optional, for funsies: and cross out what least fits you!)

I WRITE: daily || most days || a few times a week || a few times a month || random

I WRITE MOST OFTEN: when I first get up || later in the morning || afternoon || evening || the wee hours of the night || whenever

IN ONE SITTING, I TEND TO WRITE: a few sentences at a time || a few hundred words || a few thousand words || a complete chapter/section no matter how long || an outline || whatever comes

I TEND TO WRITE SCENES: in chronological order with no skipping || mostly in order but with some filler/skipping || whatever scene I feel like || who knows what’s gonna come out

THE THINGS THAT COME EASIEST TO ME ARE: dialogue || description of senses || description of action || description of characters || description of emotions || exposition || other

I TEND TO WRITE: on a phone || on a laptop || in a notebook || on whatever paper I can find || with speech to text || in the blood of my enemies || it doesn’t really matter to me || on paper first and then typed up || old school typewriter || on an iPad

WHEN I TAKE A BREAK FROM WRITING, IT USUALLY LASTS: a few days || a few weeks || a few months || it’s kind of random || you guys take breaks???*

MY FAVORITE THING TO DO WHEN I’M ON A WRITING BREAK: recharge with other creative hobbies || read/consume other media || do something physical || catch up with old friends || work on my WIP in other ways like with playlists or art || other

IN GENERAL, I THINK MY WRITING HABITS ARE: pretty much what I need them to be || okay, but I’m working on making them better || non-existent || not great || I’m excited to develop them further || totally random || perfect for me

open tagging for whoever wants to do it ^^

#tagged #*j/k i know ppl take breaks for a variety of reason and with varying levels of intention #i just... don't #the longest i've gone without writing at a stretch is 24 hours and that was TORTURE #it's part of the routine and feels bad to skip xD #do you know how many times i have wished i was ambidextrous so if my right hand started hurting i could just SWITCH #and keep writing but still give it a break?!?! #(this may be why i made adi ambidextrous)

[despairforme]

      He woke up, and it was FUCKING FREEZING. He really had fallen asleep on the mattress. If he hadn’t been wearing his big, black coat, he probably would’ve been even colder. He shivered and sat up, wondering for a moment where the fuck he was. Then, he remembered that he had moved. This was his new apartment. He was hit with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to groan because now he knew how much work lay ahead of him. On the other hand... He did like having his own place. Rubbing his single eye, he was relieved to find that he didn’t feel as drained as last night. Yeah, he was cold as shit, but he DID have some energy. The weight on his shoulders seemed a little lighter today. Maybe getting his own place really would help him move on. With daylight now entering through the not-so-clean windows, he could see just how dusty his apartment was. He’d need to clean it. And get some furniture. Mah, all of that aside. FIRST THINGS FIRST! And that? That was some fucking hot chocolate, before he fucking froze to death. He blew warm air on his hands and rubbed them together. He knew there was a coffee shop just a few minutes away. He’d go there first. He ran a hand through his hair, and it fell perfectly to frame his face, as always. Then he locked the door, feeling a little bit excited about locking HIS OWN apartment. 

#[ aaaaaaa he's feeling better ] #[ best boi best boi ] #[ i love love love him so much ] #[ thinking about him all day every day <5<5 ] #[ WELP i wish i could write more on here but i gotta work on my book ! ] #[ will hopefully be back here once i've written 1k for it ] #[ tho i have a lot of chores i should also do today ] #[ woaah i just want to sit here and write for nnoi xD ] #[ hope you're all doing good!! ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #burn the city. ╱ main verse. #slice of life.

[writerfae]

#FridayKiss Tag Game

This scene can be entirely blamed on is for @bloodlessheirbyjacques (thank you for the tag this was really fun! 💕)

Rules: Post a smooch between your OCs for Friday. It can be as light as a peck, or intense as a makeout. It can be romantic, platonic, or familial. As long as a smooch takes places, it's free reign!

Ship: Taiden 💚

Okay so context: Aiden and Talon (not dating, just pining) are on a feast. Talon just saved Aiden from some fae that made him drunk on fae wine and tried to seduce him. He confronts Aiden and the two end up fighting (Aiden tells Talon that just because he doesn’t want him, doesn’t mean no one does). To make Aiden shut up, Talon kissed him, as you do and that’s where the scene starts

“So you like me after all.” Aiden grinned smugly, leaning closer. His hand was gripping the front of Talon’s shirt.

“‘S good. Cause I like you too,” he whispered, like he just shared the most precious of secrets.

Maybe he did.

Talon turned his face away, cheeks burning red. “You do not know what you say, Aiden,“ he mumbled, trying to gently push Aiden away from him and get some space between them.

If they stayed this close, Talon might do something stupid again. But Aiden kept holding on to him.

„Or you can’t handle the truth. Cause you’re a coward.“

„Im not a coward,“ Talon said fiercely, still not meeting Aiden’s eyes.

„You are,“ the other boy said. „You can’t even look at me.“

Talon’s mind was racing. He turned to face Aiden abruptly.

Do you know, he wanted to ask, do you know how hard that is for me? To always tear my eyes away from you so you won’t catch me staring?

Aiden was still grinning like a mad man and Talon wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk out of his face.

So he does.

Against his better judgment, he leaned in and kissed Aiden again, pressing him against the marble wall.

Aiden was quick to respond, kissing him back eagerly, pulling Talon even closer by the collar of his shirt.

One hand he rested against Talon’s chest, right over his wildly beating heart and his touch set something within the guard aflame.

He deepened the kiss, his hand moving to Aiden’s jaw, tilting up his head, before wandering back to his neck.

Aiden opened up for him immediately, gladly letting Talon take the lead. He tasted like sweet wine and Talon wanted to get drunk on it.

A pleased sound escaped Aiden’s lips and he buried a hand in Talon’s blonde locks, making the other boy gasp. He hooked one leg around Talon’s waist, the guard’s hand supporting his thigh, holding it in place.

Talon knew he shouldn’t be doing this. Aiden wasn’t quite in his right mind after all, still kind of drunk on fae wine. And Talon was his guard. This wasn’t supposed to be.

But the feeling of Aiden’s lips against Talon’s own felt too good, too right, for him to care.

In the morning they might both come to regret this, but right now Talon didn’t regret a single thing, lips moving away from the other’s mouth to trail kisses down his exposed neck.

I tag @deadlycupid <3

#i almost wrote something for villain Talon and Aiden but since i had no idea for a scenario and wanted to finish it today I chose this one #okay so fun fact this was my first actually written kiss scene going past ‚they kissed‘ haha #k mean it’s really not thscc to much more than that but it’s okay if you keep in mind I’m too awkward to write make out scenes #i wish j wouldn’t be too awkward for that #anyway #is this the canonverse? my silver lining au? my prince Aiden au? could be all of them #i actually went a bit overboard and wrote a whole ass one shot around this scene #but I cut it cause there was too much plot and not enough kiss compared to it xD #i miiiight post the whole scene one day if people are interested #i have conflicted feelings about this but k think it’s alright #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder #writing #my writing

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

ah well gosh hi???

in what i said was gonna be a one day break from, well, life tbh, i seemingly realized that i don't just have school coming SOON, but that i wasn't prepared to wake up at 2pm to find out i only have a few days left of total free time not spent struggling and stressing out over exams of all things

so like any average person i went and made plans with friends to hang out and get my mind off of everything- and while it was good while it lasted, i really wanted to be, yknow, clear

i have artworks at the ready, and if i ever become desperate enough to start getting a hang on drawing with a mouse all the time i might as well, but as things stand i really do not know what the heck i am doing-

i'll try my hardest to at least look for a way to fix the pen cause that's just the most important and expensive part of the damaged stuff, but i'm thinking the cable is perma-broke so i'll have to look for a way to replace it

to cut right to the chase: i have some art i can post. but i dunno when, if, or which to post because most of them have some context that i would've normally been all too eager to explain, but as things stand? man i don't think i could muster the energy to try

so? i dunno yall- i mean i could start writing again? i've entertained the idea long enough and this might be just the opportunity to finally get some practice without getting distracted by drawing :'D

i could do small stuff with a mouse if i feel like sharing some art, but the illustrations? i feel like i can only post those once i feel a bit more alive mentally and physically to interact with others without feeling so drained all the time (but knowing that school's coming, i can't really promise anything :'))

thanks a lot for the sweet words and patience guys- it means a lot that you won't immediately, idk, ditch this blog once you realize i might not post much if not at all (hopefully not gosh) for an undetermined amount of time? you really made me realize this wasn't as bad as my mind's been pushing me to think,

so trust me i WILL bounce back and reblog stuff and have entire essays in your tags eventually- i just need to stop feeling like it has to be today, or tomorrow, or any days afterwards, just that it will happen when i feel like it<3

#rambling #delete later? #it feels so funny to get bothered by something that would be trivial to future me in like...idk a year? #i'm not as upset as i thought i'd be too- just mostly numb i guess.. #also the reason why i can't bring myself to post the artworks i had- can i really talk about how much fun i had drawing them? #when i'm barely wrapping my head around the fact that i can't no more? and for an uncertain amount of time where i'll be too busy #too tired and too short on money to even think about drawing in the first place? i don't think i wanna get used to that but well #if there's one thing i can take from these vacations is that while you guys can't see it i really did have fun improving on my art #and gosh do i love what i'm doing so much that i personally wouldn't mind if it were just for me alone to see #but after sharing my ideas and works into the wild and watching people gather around to share ideas back- #i can say i like my art and the why is because it makes me happy! and it apparently does for you guys too so why not share! >:) #i also guess one of the reasons i'm not as active is cause of the whole need to compose myself and find the time to breathe and enjoy #the works of the others and mine and think of ways to express my feelings to everyone #and trust me sometimes i wish i could just write nothing and post/reblog- but it feels so empty #if i wanted to do that i'd make another account #no i want to talk about what i love with y'all and if i start rambling well no one's complaining! #if i see something made with the thought of me behind it then ain't no way in hell i'm not climbing rooftops yelling how much i love it #so if i somehow don't do that then i'm either too busy to even check tumblr- dead- or doing even worse somehow- so nothing against you! #guess i had that on my mind for a while now so please! i'm not ignoring you on purpose! i'm probably too wrapped up in my stuff to react #same for asks btw i am not joking there's so many and i live in constant shame xD :') #if you made it this far i am so sorry for yet another long post but i feel it's justified a little x) goodnight everyone! have a nice day<3