#i write this all down eventually

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #129

Danny was having fun hoping through different dimensions. He needed a vacation and was looking for a place to stay to rest. It’s been 5 or so years since he was crowned king and he had finally caught up some of the paperwork. The world he was touring right now had superheroes and it felt like the right place to relax without worrying.

Unfortunately he already existed in this world so he couldn’t stay in Amity park since he didn’t want to complicate things. Currently in a city that wasn’t in his own universe, Gotham, he spent some time checking out the city and exploring. Danny however feels something was off about himself in this universe, he felt like he shouldn’t know things he does. He slowly remembers the things that happened to him in this universe, he always did as part of his growing power. Although some of the things were things only an assassin would know which kind of started to worry him just a bit.

Everything went great in his vacation, well it was until Danny runs into someone his age, someone this universe’s version of him knew very well. His brother Damian who accuses him of being an imposter and chases Danny through his apartment with a sword.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #writing prompt #poor danny #danny and damian are twins #Technically the Danny we follow isn’t since he’s from another world but tagged anyway #damian wayne #Damian goes after Danny with a sword #mistaken identity #I think eventually Danny’d be able to calm him down to explain #Damian definitely thought he was clone #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use

[lovesickeros]

☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check. #a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying.......... #only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her................. #also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up.. #yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight) #also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

[lovelyreprisethirteen]

okay so… does anyone else see a very clear potential future storyline of adam coming back as a demon and after trying and failing to get revenge against charlie and co. end up as a guest at the hotel in a last ditch attempt to get back into heaven only to become a genuinely better being and happier than he ever was as an angel further blurring the lines between heaven and hell in terms of the morality of the people in them eventually fully cementing himself as a fan favorite himbo by like season 3 or is that just me????

#adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #listen i know this is very specific #but it feels so obvious to me #and when i looked up if anyone else was thinking this would happen #everyone was just like ‘oh yeah adam is a 100% dead #i felt like i was actually going insane #so i’m probably way off #but incase i’m not #i wanted to write it down #so in three years if all of this v specific shit happens #including how the fandom would eventually react #i can point to this and be like ‘SEE’ #and if it doesn’t i’ll just forget i wrote it #also alex brightman replacing alex brightman switching places is so funny to me #but that’s just a theory

[zeibei]

goldie goldie goldie drawwwwwwwwws

just a general gold man draw bc i dont have a proper image of him and an alt color redraw

#korn kernels #gold man #my ocs #mega man #mega man oc #mega man ocs #megaman ocs #megaman oc #me showing up and i be like look at him and then dont explain anything else #jk i would but i have a whole thing for goldie that i need to write down eventually but i got it all in my head so wheeee

[kelpermoosee]

*slaps the top of my own head*

“This bad boy can fit so many aromantic headcanons in it-”

(All of them are seen as non-partnering, unless stated otherwise! <3)

• Gregory (FNAF)

• Vanessa A. (FNAF)

• Glamrock Freddy (FNAF)

• Ritsu Kageyama (Mp100)

• Tsubomi Takane (Mp100)

• Cuphead

• Mario (Super Mario Bros.) (QPR w/Peach)

• Princess Peach (Super Mario Bros.) (QPR w/Mario)

• Barbie

• Mono (Little Nightmares)

• Six (Little Nightmares)

• RK (Little Nightmares)

• Finn (Adventure Time)

• Fern (Adventure Time)

• Basil (Omori)

• Molly Mcgee (The Ghost and Molly Mcgee)

• Literally any main character in the Kirby franchise 😭

• Rosalina (Super Mario Bros.)

• Louie (Pikmin)

• Sonic

#kelperambles #this is an excuse to write down all my aro hcs #so I can come back and eventually draw them bc I’ve been saying that for MONTHS and never do #this hcs live forever on in my head rent free #aromantic #aro #arospec #I’ll add more in the future bc there. will. be. more. #this is completely self indulgent let me have this #doodle is only somewhat related it’s been rotting on my files :P #actually no it is related bc it was my reaction to the tgamm new season trailer

[ribbononline]

Metaverse outfit rise but pixely etc

#this is meant to b adult rise which is why she has her epilogue hair. p5 timeline rise #anyways uhh the girls are attempting to get the hang of the fe gba style. its a good one. #p happy w how this one worked out all things considered :] #rise kujikawa #persona 4 #trying to write up the beauty n the beast au but i keep being like 'wait i need to draw this first' . both for the au n just in genera; #so its been slowed down. @ julian if youre out there i promise it will appear eventually WWWWW #persona 4 golden #p4g

[maddieandangel]

Had a weird Hollow Knight-related dream a couple days ago, so I decided to draw a major scene I remembered from it dgsgshf

More context will be in the tags, for those interested!

#hollow knight #little ghost #hk ghost #the knight #hk hornet #hornet #alright. as of writing these tags it's been a week since the original dream so! let's see what i remember dgsgsgf #i was playing a game. which was a sequel to hollow knight ((Not silksong though)) #there was some new sort of divine infection in hallownest and hornet had asked ghost to investigate it. they ended the last one after all! #the red glowy spike gate thingy is what you jumped into to enter the 'infected' areas #though it actually led directly to a hub world type of place. which was kinda like an expanded base for the grimm troupe? #more like an entire lair instead of a camp. also some greek gods were there for some reason lmao. they had their own special rooms too #so sidenote but- new headcanon that there are grimm troupe members named ares athena artemis &... venus lmao. not aphrodite for some reason #also monomon was there?? i think??? except she was cooking????? she had a sidequest to deliver something to someone though i dunno hdgfhdgh #i remember going back to the grimm troupe lair a couple times throughout my 'playthrough' #anyway. the 'infection' this time around was more of a glitchy physical corruption thing? rather than a mind corruption. #though there were still aggressive enemies to fight. but i remember getting a map from cornifer early on and he was. probably infected #i think part of his body was covered in electricity or something? so he wasn't fully visible? but he was still acting normally #there was also a moth who was the seer but then later wasn't the seer (but was still the same moth) dghgdhf. i delivered stuff to her #that glowing white wall thing in the drawing was like a one-way gate. you could only cross it from the other side and ghost came from there #i guess things looped back up somehow i dunno ghdgfhgf #anyway. ghost's red eyes. those are significant! those happened while i was walking through a corridor. it had pools of shallow water #(shallow enough to just walk through) and also creatures that were lightseeds but red.the implication was that they were full of Blood lmao #and as i went along killing them--as one does--as i walked through the hall. they started turning the water red too #there was also narration about this as it was happening ashdgsf. specifically the narrator said the water turned red before it actually did #ghost's eyes slowly turned red too. but aside from that they were fine! since. they're the player character and the player is perfectly fin #BUT. when they encountered hornet again. she thought they were infected. and that she lost the only family she had left </3 #she didn't attack though. instead she just jumped into the red spike gate without a word. decided to try to fix everything herself #but eventually you'd encounter her again down below and she'd fight you. didn't actually get to that in the dream though #aand i'm out of tags </3 i wanted to talk about what i'd do to make this make more sense as an au or something now that i'm awake but. :c

[supernovasilence]

The strange boy's eyes are as black as the depths of the sea, and when Caspian helps him, dripping, onto the deck, he walks with a swaying, stumbling gait. The men mutter and whisper—'tis bad luck, for sure, to find a castaway so far from any shore or shipwreck, and worse to bring him on board—but Caspian does not care. If the boy is cursed, Caspian welcomes the adventure. And if, instead, the stories are true, and some beings of the deep can change their form, shedding scales for skin and tails for legs in order to bring grief to sailors above…

Well, don't those stories also say merfolk hoard treasure beyond imagining?

Caspian grins at the boy, and the boy grins back, teeth sharp and eyes sharper. Excitement curls in Caspian's chest, and as the boy leans into the arm Caspian has about him, Caspian thinks one part of the stories, at least, is true: the folk of the sea are beautiful.

Casmund pirate x merman AU anyone?

#mermay #the chronicles of narnia #caspian the tenth #edmund pevensie #casmund #aesthetic #narnia aesthetics #my aesthetics #merfolk #merman!edmund #pirate!caspian #narnia AUs #narnia merpirate au #yes i'm giving this its own tag because i have Ideas now and may end up writing a fic about it eventually #shoutout to the guy standing next to the minotaur who is totally down with being cursed #too busy thinking about how cute the captain and his new boyfriend are to worry about drowning #nova actually posts stuff #edit: took the pic sources out here's hoping this shows up in the tags now #they're all cc0 anyway :|

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

#im posting this very late because i was sort of weary of how it came out and ended up messing w it until it was like 4am oops. #and i have plans tmrw so... oh well! i did my best and ill put it out while i can! #and i tried to make the scene match barnard's colors lol #finn's ocs #finn's art #i know i said id do more sillay stuff with the simpler screentone only style but i had a couple more of these in me #and this is the first piece im making thats like an actual part of the story too rather than just setting stuff for fun #i wanna write something to go with it too but for now ill just sort of briefly explain the context in the tags here: #barnard has a pretty bad case of OCD and his compulsions have made it difficult to make friends in the past #he was never outright bullied or anything but people just didnt really have the patience to deal with it #he has compulsions that include stuff like walking through doors until it feels right and needing things to be perfectly aligned #which in group settings has lead to people having to wait for him to finish his rituals and join them #they might find it tolerable at first but eventually they grow impatient and hes just... not invited to stuff anymore #but juno is a newer member of the guild who ends up frequenting the same library. hes also kinda a little weird #and they dont become fast friends or anything but just sort of naturally spend time in the same place #though they never plan meetups they eventually fall into a routine. around the same time theyd just both be at the library #and read next to each other. and maybe talk a bit. and eventually they end up walking back to the guildhall together #since theyre going to the same place after all. and juno always waits for barnard outside the door #eventually barnard asks if this bothers him. juno kinda just tells him 'of course it does' without any malice or anything. just a statement #barnard is surprised and apologizes and juno says not to. but the next day juno doesnt show up at the usual time. #barnard assumes hes committed somekinda more by bringing it up. he ends up staying there late reading to get his mind off it & not ruminate #but when he leaves juno is in fact still waiting for him down the hall (see pic) having collected a bunch of books literally abt ocd #he fell asleep bc barnard stayed later than expected. and hes an eepy guy generally. and also one very bad at expressing himself #but now barnard gets that juno's 'of course it [bothers me]' had the implication of 'but its worth it' which no friend has previously done. #and from the interaction juno was also able to understand that this isn't something barnard just does for the hell of it so. he studies. #and checks a bunch of stuff out because he thinks it could help his friend too (theres ocd workbooks and such- i remember working w them) #and thats the point where they became more ''friends'' than ''pleasant library acquaintances'' #from there on they also do get into juno's problems. whole other bag of worms. but this specific scene is more about bernard from his pov #sorry about when i said briefly explain. i lied </3 #but compared to the whole sequence im picturing its brief so shhh

[gardenoflupins]

Omg are you considering expanding King Sirius to a full fic? 👀👀 It is perfect as-is but holy shit the possibilities 😳

JFBSJDB I thought of this fic idea weeeksss ago and spent hours at night just daydreaming and plotting it. I didn’t turn it into a full fic because I already have so many long fics I’m working on 😭

I wish I could just take the idea out of my head and show you because the toxicity? The drama?? Angst?? The eventual possessiveness and yearning?? Had me foaming at the mouth

Thank you for showing your interest!!

#I’LL KEEP IT IN MIND THO #slowly working through all my fics #yes i fangirl at my own stories #all of my fics are basically things i daydream about and eventually write down #asks

[plasmodiumpyrexia]

A few more crying tropes (first post here):

While in [B]'s arms. [A] shifts to hold them tighter, a shaky breath and the tears start, falling slowly at first; B feels it on their skin

Soft whimpers and quiet weeping

Covering their face/mouth, shaking with barely contained sobs and all the effort not to make a sound

A forced smile on an overall troubled, pained expression

Late at night their thoughts run wild and buried emotions surface; it feels like they're drowning as they cry themself to sleep

Self-soothing (hugging themself, holding a comfort item, etc.)

On the verge of tears but still trying to put on their usual cheer until the moment it crumbles

The lip/chin quiver (!)

"Just let it out..."

A couldn't register what they were feeling until the adrenaline faded - then it hit them all at once

Making an excuse to leave the group or waiting until they're alone before letting themself cry

When A tries to hide that they've been crying but B notices and asks them about it

Strained laughter that tapers off into a sob

Tears of relief when the worst is over, things are improving and A (or someone they care about) is finally safe

In frustration, struggling to do something that was easy before

Breaking down while insisting they're ok

Or, A wants to tell B what's going on and instantly breaks down when admitting that they're not ok

#whump prompts #emotional whump #crying #angst #writing prompts #feel free to add #comfort #just wanted to continue the last one #maybe I have a problem lol #so much of what I love in these scenarios boils down to #''[A] thinks they shouldn't cry for some reason #feels like like they need to hide their struggles #eventually they can't #and when it boils over [B] is there for them holding space #no judgment; B doesn't tell them to stop (they even encourage A to feel and let everything out) #and A gets to have the epic cry they need'' #its all about the release/catharsis #and the support

[novelconcepts]

God, man, it’s been so long since I’ve been properly entrenched in an ongoing show. Like, I’m out here just cranking out stories that might be based on utter nonsense by the time the next season drops, and that is thrilling. Go on, girl! Prove me wrong! (I’ll be over here writing bugfuck AUs in the meantime.)

#yellowjackets #half the reason I’ve been writing such deranged AUs is #well I mean because it’s fascinating and fun #but also like. it’s gonna be its own thing #Van going feral or Taissa being a spring god is great fun to play with and can’t be immediately discounted #but it’s still gonna be so funny when the actual canon is eventually like #‘okay so i know popular belief is that this is how it went down but ummmm fuck you actually’ #and I LOVE that #I love that there’s no way to know. and that the writers have already proven themselves creatively flexible #I’m so excited for my theories to be catapulted straight into the sun #all I need for sure is to know my faves reached adulthood and I’ve got that! I’m golden! do your worst! #(I’m so scared)

[xianyoon]

i miss 2021 genshinblr sm im ngl 😞😞😞

#the vibes were like no other actually AHJAHJJHAHJA #ik that it was like that because of the pandemic but there was really that sense of closeness in the community that you couldnt #get anywhere else. #and 2021blr was where i met most of my besties who (some) eventually bcame my irl friends!!!! #and all the character anons rp blogs events tag games everything #was quite lovely! i loved talking to people sm back then #people interacted with each other despite being part of different cliques and you'll see ppl reblogging from others and it felt #like a crossover episode of a multiverse sometimes LOL #and i remember cranking out fics every single day that was crazy i was truly in my writer period #but i just remember having fun. literally just having fun and not caring that my works were “not good” at all #because i was writing every single day out of the love for it. #and that's what matters the most #and also the theme changes every single week dude that shit was crazy #if anyone is here and remembers the ol syrup discourse of genshinblr 21 teheee #it was such a cute community though. loved it to bits and i love it to bits #genshinblr 22-24 is great but idk i feel like once the pandemic kind of settled down there was that detachment #maybe i miss being chronically online and not having to deal with anything HJAAJHJHEJHA #2021 was the year before my national exams and i remember attending online lectures and studying with my friends and idk i rmb so much ac #AHH AND ALSO dalgona and bbt at home omg #and everyone started learning guitar.. #im going insane over this HJAJEJHJAEHAHJEHJEA to q k a a k c e s t j g b l y p s l t you know who u are #im grateful every day that you guys are still here and thriving #and i love u all sm hehe #― ying talks. #thoughts over AHAHAHA ty for dealing with me

[garden-variety-jumo]

Jon's... friend, Gerry had arrived that morning, going straight into Jon's office.

He didn't even knock- who doesn't knock, that's just... rude. And definitely all Martin's mad about. A glance is all he needs to tell that Tim's notices Gerry's arrival too, visibly brightening and moving with purpose to Sasha's desk where she's trying to do something on her computer. Probably work. As they should all be doing. Huffing, Martin tries to get back to the document he's supposed to be reading, but all he can focus on is the edges of the whispered conversation the other two are having. He's about to turn around and ask them to stop, when they hear the click of the door opening and all three of them go quiet, attention on the door.

Gerry holds the door, allowing Jon to step through. They're obviously mid-conversation, Jon turning to say something before he freezes, turning back to the rest of them as if he'd forgot they were there. For a second, he just stares at them like he isn't quite sure what to do before-

"Gerry and I are going for... lunch."

Gerry chuckles, "lunch?"

"Yes, lunch." Jon says, glaring at him. Martin glances at the clock on the wall, it's only 10AM. This is so unprofessional- Jon's the boss, he should be setting the example, but here he is, taking advantage of his position to go for an early lunch, of all things. He should say something, he really should- this isn't fair at all!!! But as he opens his mouth all that comes out is a weak

"Have a good time,"

as he watches Jon push Gerry out the door, hearing the other man start laughing again, catching something about a "terrible excuse". Martin pushes himself up from his desk, feeling his ears go bright red as the other's eyes land on him. He needs some tea. Going into the break room, he flips the switch on the kettle before grabbing a mug off the draining board, when Tim follows him in. Martin doesn't need to see his face to know the smug look he's giving him as he sits on the counter.

"Now-" Tim starts, and Martin groans, dreading his next words, "I'm not saying it's a sex thing. But-"

#just a lil jongerrymartin fic i wrote ages ago that was too short for AO3 #it's basically a s1 au where jon and gerry are dating and spend their time trying to hunt down leitners and foil evil plots #jon hasn't told the others about the entities to try and keep them safe so they (read: tim) gossip #martin is incredibly jealous but eventually they all date #gerry lives au #gerard keay #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jongerry #jonmartin #not gerrymartin Yet #also they are all aspec you're welcome #fandom brainrot #tma #the magnus archives #tma s1 #writing #jongerrymartin

[totallyseiso]

Almost thought this was a targeted ad. I am a sad bitch who loves a haiku

#but i dont think ive ever posted a haiku here before so the ad wouldnt know i write them #hell i dont even write them down. they just fade away from my memory. as all things do eventually

[partyinthemysterymachine]

also Sorry To Everyone (and especially me <3!) that GOOMT is taking so long,,,,,,

The Chapter that WASN’T™️ supposed to take This Long or be This Hard to Write™️ turned out to be JUST THAT™️ due to the fact that the Conversations Within It have had to be rewritten, moved about, and CUT (and the chapter ITSELF, cut in half into two separate chapters) to make room for Said Prior (Lore™️) Conversations

and my Gourd,

is it all for the Fun Of It™️ because i love it so much <3!

but seriously tho i am D Y I N G pls send HELP—

#ches writes #goomt #i am Losing my MIND squirtle #GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! #AND ALL IN THE EFFORT OF QUALITY CONTROL AND TRYING TO TELL THE STORY THE WAY I WANT TOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! #rubs and drags hands down face. #We Will Get There.™️ Soon™️ Eventually.™️ #at least this means i will PROOOBABLY get to have the absolute utmost esteemed PLEASURE™️ of uploading TWICE in one month #!!!!!!!!!!!!! #so how about THEM apples (and tsundere lakes)?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!! #hehehehehe. >:3c! Stay Tuned™️🙏💖🙏 #love and light 💖🔪🙏