#i’m sorry little ghostie ily so much but .

[cafffine]

absolutely chilling tags to read. ok guess I need a new pfp. 🫥

ID: tags reading ‘#this is all good and true # but that fucking pfp had me checking to make sure it wasnt 6pnce’ /end ID

#NAUR………. #i’m sorry little ghostie ily so much but . #double shot

[inkykeiji]

I'm very sad and anxious these days (since November) and just eating up your Dabi/Touya content like it's a whole buffet and I'm starving. You've inspired me to write sum comfort fics (you and your other Cool Writer Friends) based on some concepts and some of your characterization of Dabi and Touya. Mostly Tattoo and Band AUs (literally exploiting every possible role you could have in a band or tattoo shop) and reconciliation (barely) fics where Dabi/Touya has to come back to his fam (most if not all are no Quirks AUs). They're all personal bc they're CC x OC and I'm not in the mood to get death mail and bullied off the internet again for it but I've got your @ (and other ppl's @'s if they've inspired me too) under the title to remember you guys and come back to read your works for the 48599595948373rd time </3 (smut fics include roleplaying bc I've never explored that as in my real life I find it awkward in sex for me, otherwise roleplaying is my PASSION djdjjdfj which is rlly interesting tbh, step-sibs rps in the bedroom that lead to very interesting convos after bc of the things that came out this man's mouth. Also age difference. Absolute slut for age gaps. OC/reader is just 18/19 while Dabs is 24/25 mmm yum)-a very scared follower who can't get off anon from shame👻

ehehe answering this under the cut <3

anon sweetpea, i am so so sorry to hear that you’ve been having a rough couple of months, and i sincerely that things begin to look up again soon <33 i can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me that my work is helping you get through it, it genuinely brought tears to my eyes and i hope my writing continues to help you through this difficult time <3 i am sending you SO much love and strength <33333

aaaah they all sound incredible!!!! i’m just such a sucker for AUs in general because i love taking my favourite characters and throwing them in AU situations to explore how i think they’d react and behave, so that’s so much fun!!!

please don’t say that my luv, you are not nor will you ever be ‘bothering me with your stupid bullshit’. i am so honoured that you wanted to share all of your writing projects with me and i support you in your future endeavors!! i hope you continue to write and continue to find at least a little solace in creating <3 ily anon, and you’re always welcome to pop by and let me know whatever you’d like!!

if you have plans on returning and would like the cute lil ghostie emoji, let me know!! i hope you have a wonderful christmas <33

#i'm very flattered anon thank you!!! #it's a privilege to hear about your pieces #<333 #stay safe and warm throughout the holidays bb <3 and make sure ur staying hydrated and resting pls!!!! #sweet anon 🥺 #clari gets mail

[romansleftshoulderpad]

Chapter One - Origins

We Could Be Immortals

Words: 1,945

Ship: None

Warnings: Dead animal, swearing, caps, sex mention, sex jokes, asthma attack

Tags: @fandermom @patchworkofstars @poisonedapples @hogwarts-my-love @opaque-puppet @omni-hamiltrash @darling-elm @jynxlovesluck @madly-handsome @strickenwithclairvoyance @limitededitionsanderssidesblog @ab-artist @because-were-fam-ily @sometimeswritingsometimesdying  @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2

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Logan kept bouncing his leg. The clock was ticking. The fans of the computers next to him were whirring. All three were almost in time. Almost. Almost. It was almost enough to drive him mad.

“Hey,” Virgil whispered, leaning across the gap between their desks. “Wanna get into some trouble tonight?”

“Absolutely not,” Logan said, bouncing his leg even faster.

“I’ll cover for you,” Virgil said. He smiled brightly and his eyes seemed to sparkle against his dark skin. “You can sleepover, it’ll be fun.”

“Your idea of fun involves sneaking into the forest late at night and getting drunk with Roman Duke.”

“Excuse you, only Roman was drunk that night,” Virgil said. “And this time we’re going into a cave.”

“No way!”

“Pleeeeaaaaseee,” Virgil begged. “I’ll give you the answers to our English test next Thursday.”

“I’m not going to cheat on a test,” Logan whispered. “And I’m not going to any caves. Just let me finish this assignment, please.”

“C’mon, please?”

“How did you even get the answers, anyway?”

“I have a cousin who owes me a few favors.”

“Oh no, is it-“

“Shush!” Virgil exclaimed dramatically. “We do not speak his name!”

The bell rang and Logan sighed, quickly putting away his binder and pens. Virgil put a hand on his shoulder, quickly pulling his attention away from getting ready. “Just think about it, okay? I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Just think about it.”

Logan let out a deep breath and nodded. By the time he grabbed his things, Virgil was already far from sight.

Logan wasn’t one to fall for the idea of “the fear of missing out” or whatever it was advertisers said to guilt consumers into buying their products. He fully believed that if he kept looking forward then one day he would be successful, and therefore happy. He was always looking forward.

Which is why having a friend like Virgil confused him so much. Virgil was always so present. He lived in the moment. He has adventures in the woods and caves simply because he enjoyed the adrenaline rush. He and Logan were like yin and yang.

This is why, at 7 o’clock on a school night, Logan almost couldn’t believe that he was at Virgil’s front door.

“Logan!” Virgil said with a smile, his hair pulled back into dreadlocks with purple at the ends. “Glad I’m not alone with this nerd,” he teased and Logan noticed a shorter boy waving from behind him.

“Ah you didn’t mention there would be any company,” Logan said awkwardly, tensing up as Virgil pulled him inside.

“Oh, uh, yeah, Patton dropped in sort of last minute,” Virgil said, before murmuring, “Remy dropped him off here so now we’re on babysitting duty.”

“I see.”

“Sorry about that,” Virgil said, his voice soft but thick like a warm blanket. “I’ll warn you next time.”

The three of them sat down at Virgil’s kitchen table, talking and snacking on bowls of pretzels and popcorn. “So, uh,” Logan mumbled awkwardly, unconfident in his ability to make small talk, “how do you know Virgil?”

“He’s a friend of a boyfriend of a cousin,” Virgil explained. Patton sat in silence, putting more popcorn into his mouth.

“He who shall not be named?”

Virgil laughed. “Yeah. Him.”

Patton only glanced between them in confusion, clearly missing out on a joke. He ate more popcorn.

There was a noise at the door and all laughter quickly came to silence. The noise repeated. Over and over again. “Is that rocks?” Patton asked.

“It’s in three to five-second intervals,” Logan said.

“You counted?” Virgil asked with a laugh.

“Counting calms me down.”

Virgil grabbed a metal baseball and headed towards the door. When another rock came towards the door he quickly swung the bat and hit it back.

“FUCK!”

“Talk shit, get hit, you little bitch!”

Logan and Patton tried to see outside but neither of them recognized the voice outside.

“YOU HIT MY EYE!”

“You hit my door.”

“YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and dropped his bat. “Just get in here, dumbass.” He turned to Logan and Patton. “We have a full cave hunting crew now.”

“Hi!” Patton said with a bright smile and a wave. It was almost disgusting how quickly he could turn cheerful.

Roman held a hand over his eye and dramatically muttered expletives at Virgil. “Guess it’s a party now.”

“Shitty party,” Logan said.

“Just get some ice on your eye, Ro,” Virgil said. “We’re leaving in five minutes.”

“It’ll be sunset in five minutes,” Patton said.

Virgil smirked. “Isn’t that the point?”

Logan bounced his leg under the table. He was starting to get anxious. What if they got lost or separated? What if something bad happened? What if-? What if-? What if-?

“Good thing you have a handsome knight with you,” Roman teased, jumping up on the counter with a smile.

“Who? Patton?”

“Virgil, I will fight you.”

“I’d like to see you try, you asthmatic hoe.”

“Excuse you! ¡No soy una azada, tu perra!” Roman yelled in false offense.

“No swearing in front of the baby,” Virgil said. “Patton is only 15. He’s so young. So innocent. You’re tainting him.”

“Virgil, you’re 16,” Logan pointed out.

“Exactly. I am much older and wiser than this toddler.”

“And you’re swearing,” Roman rebutted.

“Prove it, fucker.”

Logan sighed, burying his face in his hands. Roman threw a frozen pea at Virgil. “You’re a dumbass,” they both said.

“Yeah, we’ll you three are the dumbasses I’m going to sacrifice to the old cave deities.” He grabbed a couple of flashlights and buried his keys into his pocket. “Now let's go.”

The sight of the four of them walking together seemed so foreign yet so familiar to Logan. He and Virgil had always been close, just as Roman was close with Virgil. And Patton? He was just one of the many poor fools strung into Virgil’s idea of a good time.

“I feel like we need a dog,” Logan said quietly, shrinking his flashlight at the ground in front of him.

Patton gasped with a happy smile. “We do!”

“I call being Fred!” Roman yelled.

“Sure thing, Daphne,” Virgil teased.

“Daphne?! How dare you- uh- Shaggy!”

Virgil spun around and shone his flashlight under his chin causing his features to look sharper as he blended into the shadows. “An all-powerful god who is simultaneously a cultural icon as well as mysteriously unknown to the feeble power of the human mind?” He laughed. “Nice insult, Roman.”

“Besides, Shaggy totally tops Fred.”

“No way,” Patton said.

“Shaggy tops Fred and Velma bottoms to Daphne,” Logan continued. “So the day we get a dog, Virgil and Roman have to fuck.”

“Guess that makes you Velma,” Roman said.

“Definitely.”

“So by extension,” Virgil said with a laugh, “you and Patton get to have spooky, ghosty sex when we get a dog.”

Logan cringed, desperately avoiding looking in Patton’s direction. “I take back everything I said.”

Virgil laughed, falling back into the group just enough to wrap an arm around Logan’s shoulder. He shone his light on a pile of rocks. “Almost there, lads.”

Just enough light shone towards Patton to show how he beamed at the word. It was just enough for Logan to notice how young he looked. Despite being a sophomore, he would have barely passed for a freshman. Logan wondered if he ever skipped a grade.

“Be careful,” Virgil said as they walked into the cave. His grip around Logan tightened protectively. Is he worried about me? Or am I a puppet to hide his own fear?

Patton screamed, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth. The other three froze before turning to see what his light was pointed at.

“Is that a dead rabbit?” Virgil asked, moving closer to it. “Cool!”

“NOT COOL!” Patton squeaked. He mumbled under his breath, “Why couldn’t I just watch cartoons with Emile?”

“I’m gonna steal its foot,” Virgil said.

“Strip a naked man of his foot?” Roman asked. “Really?”

“Naked?” Logan questioned.

“Yes, Logan, named. As in not wearing clothes.”

“What would a rabbit need clothes for?”

“A very important date, of course!” Roman whined out. “Have you no sense of wonder?”

“Have you no sense of proper grammar?”

“I’m gonna steal the foot,” Virgil repeated, touching the animal’s decaying flesh.

“That is absolutely disgusting.”

“Stop!” Patton cried out, squeezing his eyes closed and holding his hands over his ears.

“Are you okay?” Roman whispered. Patton shook his head and Roman could see a few stray tears rolling down his cheeks. “Virgil, stop,” he ordered, pulling the younger boy into his arms. “You’re upsetting Patton.”

Virgil and Logan froze, Virgil’s fingers brushing against the rabbit’s fur. He pulled his hand back quickly when he saw Patton’s face. “Pat, I’m so sorr-“

“What the hell is happening to your hand?” Roman blurted. He shone a flashlight on it. “Violet, you’re turning violet!”

His fingers were turning purple as the hue began to spread down his skin. “Holy shit,” Virgil breathed out. “I- uh- I think we should go home.”

“No shit,” Logan murmured, his eyes growing wide with fear.

“It’s fine we’ll just turn a-“ Virgil stopped in his tracks. The entrance was completely blocked. “No way. No fucking way.”

“Are we going to die here?!” Logan shouted, his breathing growing frantic to the point where he was nearly hyperventilating.  

“We’re not going to die,” Roman said. He heard growing behind him and came face to face with a faceless monster made of smoke and fog. “I TAKE IT BACK, WE’RE GOING TO DIE!”

“What do we do?!” Patton screamed.

“RUN!” Virgil yelled before punching the monster in the face, shocked to find that his hand didn’t go through the fog. It was like punching a brick wall, only he felt no pain. He figured he could buy his friends some time to escape.

Roman had scooped Patton and Logan into each of his arms and ran further into the cave. “You are ridiculously strong,” Patton commented.

“And I’m ridiculously scared for my life!” Logan yelled.

Roman turned behind a wall and let Patton and Logan to their feet before collapsing on the ground. He was panting for air, clutching his chest with each breath and wheezing with every exhale.

“Is he okay?” Patton whispered.

“He has asthma,” Logan explained. “And I’m guessing the dumbass didn’t bring his inhaler.”

“F- uuuck y- ooouu,” Roman wheezed, with a gesture to emphasize his point. He went into a coughing fit before trying to take a few deep breaths. “I didn���t think we’d be fucking running.”

Virgil caught up to them after a moment without even a drop of sweat on him. However, the same smoky black that made up the creature now seemed to cover his cheeks and the skin under his eyes. “Is Roman okay?”

“Are you okay?” Roman asked, his voice still weak and strained.

“Is my hand still purple?”

“Your whole arm is purple.”

“Then no,” Virgil said. “Definitely not.”

“Oh hey shiny rock,” Roman said, weekly trying to pull himself from the ground.

“I think we’ve touched enough weird cave things,” Patton said cautiously.

“This isn’t Virgil’s evil zombie rabbit, though,” Roman said. He picked up the rock and turned it towards Patton. “See? It looks like an eye.”

“I wish you would put that away,” Patton mumbled.

“And I wish we were home, but-“

The cave filled with a cloud of green smoke coming from the rock. They all found themselves stuck in a coughing fit as they choked on the smog. In only a matter of seconds, they were all fast asleep.

#Sanders Sides fic #ts roman #ts virgil #ts logan #ts patton

[dxrkblaze]

Dark’s 2018 New Year Resolutions

I rarely do resolutions, but this year was a little different for me. I’m just gonna put this under a read more bc it’s been a very rough 2017. I’ve learned a lot about myself, and I want to try my best to be a better person next year. So, this’ll probably be pretty long, personal, and therapeutic.

(if I tagged u in this, u can just scroll to the bottom if u want lmao I prob just put a lil message down there)

I’m gonna stop dragging people down with me when I feel sorry for myself. I may still vent, but I’m not gonna feel sorry for myself anymore.

I’m gonna stop feeling negative about my creative work (whether it’s art or writing) without warrant. And news flash, Dark, a lack of popularity or a negative review is not a warrant.

In addition to this, if I do feel negative because of constructive criticism, I’ll do my best to fix whatever the issue was and not dwell on it. If I fix it, it’s fixed, it’s done, and the work is better for it in the end. The work was never “terrible” to begin with, no matter what I tell myself. It’s simply improved afterwards, and I can feel positive about it then.

I’m gonna stop treating fandom popularity as my endgame. If I ever actually get popular, that’s great, and I’ll be happy to share my work with a larger audience. But that will no longer be my primary goal in sharing my work.

Also, I’m gonna stop comparing myself to/being jealous of those who ARE popular in this fandom.

MOST IMPORTANTLY, I’M GONNA STOP COMPARING MY WORK TO THAT GOD-FORSAKEN MEGA-POPULAR SILVAZE HIGH SCHOOL FIC. MOVE ON, DARK, IT'S BEEN FIVE YEARS.

I will take what my friends tell me about my work as the truth. If they say they liked it or thought it was good, it’s because they liked it and thought it was good, period.

Consequently, I’m gonna stop trying to find ~hidden motives~ in what my friends tell me, especially regarding what they say about my art. Again, if they say they liked it, it’s because they liked it, dummy. 

I’m gonna stop picking apart every little detail of what others say, because it only makes me feel like shit and question things.

Prime example of this in 2017: I remember Ghostie tagging me in that one “new artist memes” post (old memes: ‘my art is terrible’ vs. new: ‘my art is terrible but that’s ok bc im learning/having fun/etc). Even tho she CLEARLY said smth like “I’m not saying ur art is bad this just reminds me of u”, I couldn’t stop thinking “she thinks my art is terrible and this is the way she’s telling me”/“everyone else prob feels the same way and just doesn’t wanna hurt my feelings”, and that sent me into another negative episode. That’s fucking stupid, Dark. Don’t do that.

((ghostie if ur reading this plz don’t feel bad abt that lmfao ily and I was being a dumb))

Moreover, I’m gonna stop dwelling on stuff like that. Whether it’s something someone says, a negative review, constructive criticism, anything. I’m gonna move on.

If I get a compliment on my work, I will not deny it.

I’m not gonna drag myself after every negative thought that pops in my head. It’s okay to feel negative sometimes. But, from now on, I’ll remember the positives too.

I’m gonna stop viewing myself as inferior to everyone who creates “good” art, whether they’re a stranger or my friend.

I’m gonna stop viewing writing as an inferior talent to art. 

Thus, I’m gonna start striving to be better at art because I want to and it makes me happy to draw, instead of getting better to “better myself as a creative person”/“be a better/more likable friend”. That’s toxic, Dark.

I’m gonna stop believing that I can’t be talented at both writing and art.

I’m gonna remember that becoming a good artist is a process, just like becoming a good writer was.

I’m gonna stop telling myself that my art is unbearably bad. It goes against everything anyone has ever said about my art. My art is good. My art is good in its own way, just the way it is, and I can only improve from here. Just like your friends have told you, Dark.

I’m gonna remember the old me more. Like, 12/13/14 year old me. Because that person serves as proof that just because someone doesn’t review/favorite a fic, doesn’t mean it didn’t leave a lasting impression on them, or they felt it was a waste of time to read. I never had a fanfic/deviantart/anything account for a while, so I never reviewed/favorited my most favorite fics of all time that I still think about to this day. The world’s a big place, and my work has likely inspired more people than I think.

I’m gonna stop beating myself up over any of this shit, and live my life the way I did before 2017 happened.

And, finally…

If I start breaking any of these resolutions next year, I won’t just run crying to someone about it. I’ll reblog this post, and try my best to fix my mentality.

Thank you all to everyone who helped me through some really, really rough times this year. Especially @maliwarm, @lordoftheghostking28, @aurora-boring-alis, @chariat, and @weezernaut. I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted this year. You guys always picked me back up and made me feel better. You let me vent to you whenever I was feeling shitty, no matter what it was about, and you did your best to help me out. I was an absolute shithead at times this year, but you still listened and made me feel so much better in the end. Thank you for just… caring. You all have made me stronger for next year, each in your own way. Love you guys.

#dark screaming #lmao im sorry i just wanted to lay out everything i need to work on for next year #im not gonna waste 2018 languishing in depression like i did this year #no more of that bullshit #i promise