#lol attempt at organization

[willowser]

you had only to look at me—

part two.

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 3.3k+

tags: nsfw (18+), childhood best friend bakugou, dry humping, implied virgin bakugou, a tad angsty at the end.

even before i was touched, i belonged to you; you had only to look at me. — the burning heart, louise glück.

this is a repost.

childhood best friend bakugou is probably a wrestler. a lil' rough-houser.

games of tag end with you tackled to the ground, squashed underneath him until you finally agree that he's the king of the world. whenever your hair is long enough to pull back into a pony-tail or little bun, he's yanking on it to get your attention, harsh, especially if you're ignoring him to talk to anyone else. scraped knees and bruised elbows, coming home missing a single shoe, shirt stretched out and wrinkled at the bottom corner: all katsuki's fault.

it makes you a little volatile, too, in turn.

not so much as him, but you grow up defending yourself; the first black eye he gets is from you (if you don't count the time he hit himself in the face by accident, when you'd started a slap-fight because he was trying to hold you down) and you very quickly learn how "unfair" it (apparently) is to kick him in the groin. your parents spend a lot of time separating you, putting you in opposite corners of the room until one of you stops crying and the other is ready to mumble out an apology. you're not allowed to sit next to each other at holiday events. whatsoever. under any circumstances.

he's your best friend. you wouldn't have it any other way.

in middle school, he's just as insufferable, hardly allows you to talk to any of your girl friends without butting in some how, too loud for anyone's own good. he tries to embarrass you in front of other boys, puts you in a headlock even when he's sweaty — which he is a lot at that point, during puberty — and calls you names that make you want to hide in the bathroom.

("why is he such a jerk?" your friends will ask, trying to fix the mess of your hair during lunch. all your butterfly clips are either missing or broken, crunched under bakugou's scrawny arm. "you should tell on him for being such a bully.")

nobody else treats you the way he does, and you don't treat anyone else that way, either; you never make ugly faces at your girl group, never punch them as hard as you can in the arm, aiming to leave a bruise. with all other classmates, you're — normal, trying to discover what that even means in the grand scope of things, who you want to be as the years pass. you avoid bakugou and his little posse of brats like the plague, because detention is what awaits both of you, should your paths ever cross.

things start to change, seriously, in high-school.

bakugou goes to u.a and you — don't; instead you continue on to the shizuoka high-school without him, along with your group of girls. his time at home and in the neighborhood lessens, even moreso when he moves into the dorms on campus, and the only time you see him becomes those few and far in-between family visits he has time to make; some holidays, he doesn't come home at all.

at first you think it's a good thing, because you've never gotten to flourish while trapped in his armpit. yanking at his hair until he finally lets go in the middle of the hallway has always garnered you some weird looks, odd stares, and you finally stop being labeled aggressive, too, with him gone. boys can talk to you without being stalked by your angry, wiry, chihuahua of a best friend, and you go on dates, ride in cars, have your first kiss.

you miss him from time to time, though you'll die before admitting it, and the yearning doesn't last long whenever he does come home. even when you're seventeen, eighteen, he still lays on the couch and puts his stinky feet in your lap and in your face, purposely puts things too high up on your shelves, leans against the front door so you can't get out when it's time to leave.

(he becomes an immovable object, much to your annoyance; in the past, you've always stood somewhat of a chance against him, knowing all his weak spots, like the clump of hair at the crown of his skull and how ticklish he is on his thighs, but now, after all the training he's been doing — he's huge, unfortunately.

if he grabs your wrists in one hand — like he's never been able to do — and holds them above your head, you're useless to defend yourself; there is an absolutely zero-percent chance you'll ever manage to overthrow him if he sits on you; tickling him is impossible, because his thighs have gotten so muscular that it's hard to grab him, and even if you do manage it, he can nearly crush your hand if he closes his legs together.

bakugou doesn't even look like your scrawny best friend anymore; he looks like the guy that ate your scrawny best friend.)

you graduate and go to college. bakugou graduates and goes to work for best jeanist, in the heart of tokyo. seeing each other means planning on it, making an effort neither of you have ever had to, and there's a lot of radio silence for months at a time. somehow it always comes full circle, though, and it always ends in violence, because you two don't know any other way to be.

you're twenty the first time his touch becomes tight, bruising, purposeful — for new reasons.

it's one of the few times he's off, and you haven't seen each other since his mom's dinner party four months ago. you only agree to come over because his patrol route had taken him through your campus and you'd spotted him across the street in the early hours of the morning, after you got out of class.

now you're both tired, lazing around despite planning to get lunch once the heat died down. together doing nothing; sometimes it's a little alarming how easily the two of you fall into each other, but you've been doing it for so long that it doesn't take a second thought.

bakugou strolls out of his bathroom with damp hair, in nothing but a loose pair of sweats, and you're laying on his couch half-asleep and he puts his wet towel over your face and you ball it up and throw it at him and then he tries to whip you with it.

"stop," you groan, serious, "you're so annoying." when he only twists it tighter, you stick your arm and leg out, deflecting against the wet smack he tries to leave against your skin.

his sharp teeth flash with his ugly little grin, and you try to grab the towel twice, ending up with an angry, stinging lick up the inside of your arm, before he gets too close and you can finally yank it from his hands. you sit up to get a better angle, but you're not as quick as he is, as adept at being a brat, and when he yanks on the towel, your whole body nearly comes off the couch, arms almost coming out of their sockets.

"bakugou!" you squeal, and he cackles, evil, and grabs your hands when you try to smack him. your massive, stinking, freight train of a best friend deposits his entire body on yours, crushing your lungs with his back as you cough, "get off!"

he doesn't say anything, choosing to pretend he's watching whatever is on tv and that he can't hear you — which you could believe, because bakugou likes trash television more than he lets on — and your hands are trapped at your sides and you can't breathe and so you bite him, right in the neck.

"ow, fuck!"

when he moves, he moves fast, and you're only hope of retaliating before he flips around and grabs your wrists and holds you down is to roll the both of you off the couch. his body thuds, deep and heavy, against the carpet, and you trap his hands beneath your knees as you straddle his hips, adjusting your full weight so you can at least try and keep him down.

beneath you, bakugou sneers. "you've got five seconds t'get off me before—"

"one!" you shout obnoxiously, rolling your eyes just to hear his annoyed snort. "two! three! f—"

his body snaps up into a sitting position, nose bumping yours as he rips his hands from beneath your legs. a scream tears out of your throat as you wiggle, surprised, trying your best to stretch your arms over your head and around your back so he can't grab them; if he does, it's game over for you.

"stop!" you shout, choking out a shock of laughter when he brings his legs up, trapping you in his lap against his chest. a little grunt leaves him as you jostle, but the tension at your back never lets up, not even when his mouth sets in a firm line and a sharp exhale leaves his nose. "let me go," you tell him, squirming again as he reaches for your hands. "i'm not playin' around."

"too bad, y'shitty nerd." he says, gruff, and when you stick your tongue out at him, he buries his face in your neck and bites, too, taking advantage of your shock as his fingers close around your wrists.

"no!" you scream again, trying in earnest just to get away from him completely, but he holds your hands behind your back and keeps you squished so tightly into him that you can only breathe shallowly, and his free hand goes to ball into your shirt at your side and —

— and his face is red, you realize, delayed. you can almost feel the heat from his cheeks with him so close, and you take in the flush of his neck, how it spreads down to his bare chest, crimson and fevered. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, nervous, almost.

"what?" you breathe, quiet, as if speaking too loud will break your playful bubble, and his eyes jump around his living room before landing back on you, narrowed and black.

"what?" he echoes, voice pitched and mocking. "you lose, dumbass." and even though he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, there isn't any hiding from how hard he's breathing. how subtle he's trying to be about spreading his legs.

all at once, everything kind of — falls apart.

bakugou is a man now, much to your horror; it feels like you've closed your eyes and opened them in the lap of someone else wearing your best friend's face. there's serious muscle definition in his shoulders and biceps, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the curves and valleys of him like never before. he's — you're — so close. more than it feels like you've ever been, even though you know that's far from true.

this boy used to pin you down in the yard and threaten to lick your face, the both of you grass-stained and covered in sweat. you've tackled him face first into the ocean on various vacations, running behind him quietly and plunging his scrawny, shirtless body into the waves as they rushed forward, uncaring of what you were wearing or how it twisted when you both came up for air.

saliva is still drying on your neck from where he bit you and, unthinking, your eyes dart down to his lips; plumper than you ever realized and parted, just a bit, enough that you can feel his breath on your cheeks. and you wonder —

bakugou grunts quietly, shuffling himself so that his back is leaned against the couch, and you half-expect him to just let you go because things have — changed. but he doesn't.

instead the new position has his legs a little wider and you've sunk a little further and you're now very aware of exactly what's changed, and how much. you can feel him twitch, just barely, and the hand he has at your side balls tighter into your shirt, jostling you minutely in the process.

and finally he opens his eyes and stares at you — cheeks burning, eyebrows furrowed — and you stare back — heat lighting up your body to an uncomfortable degree as your stomach flips.

you wonder what he would do, if you kissed him. what it would feel like. what he would taste like.

you move your hips with purpose, stuck on the new and foreign change it does to him; bakugou's always been a tough little brat, and you made him cry a handful of times when you were younger, but this weakness is — different. there's so much you know about him and yet even more for you to learn, and you find yourself consumed with the desire to explore this new, enticing territory.

his lashes flutter gently when you grind against him, tentatively, and then his head thumps back against the couch as the muscle in his jaw sets. half-lidded, his red-hot gaze jumps from your face down to where you're seated against him and back, and it's only after you move again that you realize — he's watching you, too. discovering.

the fist he has in your shirt loosens and his fingers burn your bare skin when they slip under the material to grip your hip. at any moment, you're half-expecting him to tell you to cut the shit, to shove you off and ask what the hell is wrong with you. why you're being so weird, doing things friends don't do to each other. but he doesn't.

you're almost certain that if you put your hands on his chest, you would be able to feel the mirrored, nervous pace of his heartbeat; it only takes the faintest tug of your hands for him to let you go, his grip falling to the other side of your hips. you can't tell if he means to hold you in place, or keep you going.

you spread your fingers out and, gently, as if you've never touched him before, run your hands up his chest, watching the bob of his adam's apple when you rest them on the sides of his neck. stabilizing yourself a bit, before testing the waters again.

bakugou's eyes are nearly black and when you don't stop, he looks down to resume watching the movement of your hips, the way his sweatpants bunch up and tug, and you feel a little zing up your spine with his every sharp inhale and sharper exhale. even his jaw falls a little slack and, fuck, you've never seen him like this.

you never thought you'd want to, but now — you don't think you'll ever see him any other way again.

his eyes go a little wide when you lean into him, brushing the tip of your nose against his. neither of you have said anything and maybe you should keep it that way, lest the bubble burst, but you feel like you're going a little insane.

quietly, around your own heavy breath, you ask, "does this — feel good?"

you can feel the temperature of his cheeks spike, but he nods shallowly regardless, and you press your mouth into his throat to bite him again, just lightly. it should be so that he's a little biter; the feel of your teeth makes him jump, has him angling his head so that more of his neck is exposed to you. when you soothe the barely-there indentation with the flat of your tongue, his breath hitches and his shoulders shake on a shudder and he groans, like he's angry.

"hah, fuck."

the friction in his lap isn't doing much for you, realistically, but his reaction is what has you aching, has you drawn tighter than a bow string. you feel yourself growing antsy for something that you won't name, because friends don't do that, though you can't help but to wonder if he's ever done it before.

you've had a few boyfriends. had a few experiences that ended quickly and left you feeling exposed and uncomfortable and a little in pain, and even though your girl friends insist that's normal — it's nothing like this. bakugou might not last much longer, if the grip he has on your hips is any indication, but not a single piece of your clothing has been removed and you're hot and getting sort of desperate and you know your underwear are a little more than damp.

you want to dismantle his long-standing composure. you want to be — maybe — the only one that gets to see him fall apart like this.

he's been your best friend your whole life, afterall; this experience should be yours. he should be.

the thought has you shivering a little bit and bakugou bucks up against you, pulling you down hard in his lap. dragging across the thick and solid length of him becomes even more clear and another, stronger zing has you letting out a breathy little sound into his ear. it makes him groan again, this one almost whiny, but he closes his mouth to muffle it and you don't want him to do that so you tighten your fingers in the hair on the crown of his head and — just to see, in a way you've never done before — you quietly whisper,

"katsuki,"

and he loses it.

one of his hands slips up your shirt to splay against your back, forcing you closer to him so he can bury his face in your neck, and his hips become insistent, urgent, rutting up against yours eagerly.

"fuck, oh fuck, fuck," he groans into your skin, fingers gripping you so tightly that you think he might actually leave burns behind, and his shoulders tremble before he goes totally still.

for a little while, you both sit there and let your breathing even out as reality sobers you from whatever lust-drunk haze you'd both been in. distantly, you think you wouldn't mind if he pinned you to the ground the way he always does, only this time to peel all your clothes off, right here on his living room floor. but he doesn't.

doesn't say anything, just shudders every now and again, and you think you're starting to feel the wet spot soaking into the front of his sweatpants.

you pull back just a little to look at him and he lets you, face just as red as he stares back at you, like he's the one waiting for you to freak. a little bit of red has returned to his eyes, though they're still swollen and dark with want.

when you lean in again, to bump your nose against his, bakugou snaps back away from you.

"wh-the fuck are y'doin'?" he shifts his eyes to the ground and they go wide. horrified, maybe. all the blood rushes in your ears and you don't know what to say, so he continues. "i-i don't have time t-to sit around all day, so—" bakugou shakes his head and you think he's going to kick you out, and he must know it, from how stiff you go. "so, you better know what the hell you wanna eat."

your bubble has burst; you nod silently and he glances up at you twice before swallowing.

"well, i can't get dressed with you sitting on me, so get off." when you remain quiet, he finally raises his head to look at you head-on, fisting the edge of your shirt again so that you'll look back. "d'you..." bakugou wets his lips before biting them, "need anything?"

"uh," maybe to shove your head down the drain and drown yourself, so that you can get rid of all the not-so-nice feelings that are creeping up beneath your skin. instead of that, you tell him, "just the bathroom, maybe."

"hurry up then," he mutters and even tries to roll his eyes, though it feels anything but casual. "don't...take for-fuckin'-ever."

and then he's up, quick to stand so that his back is to you as he disappears around the corner to his room, leaving you to yourself, trying to smooth out the wrinkle he's left in the corner of your shirt.

#this is my attempt at being a bit more organized akhfkahfa #the second part ends so abruptly that i'm tempted to extend it a little more............ #if i don't put up the second part right away it's bc i'm thinking about it LOL #bakugou x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #i did not even check over this for typos whoops #not a one shot oh well #✿ willow writes #✿ one shot: bakugou

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

I finally decided to create a semi-decent tagging system- enjoy :)

#hellsite hall of fame - actual legendary posts that belong in my wonderfully cursed hall of fame museum

#hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit - asks and other posts that 100% belong here, but alas aren’t legendary posts

#the hellsite answers - any and all asks. some helpful, some just silly-goofy-fun, some extremely cursed bc ✨tumblr✨

#hellsite hunger games - @hellsite-hungergames blorbo poll competition that I somehow was lucky enough to enter, and was runner up in. also gives context to -

#enemies to lovers angst hurt no comfort 200k hellsite hall of fame × perry the platypus - a truly beautifully cursed fanfic being written by @instantpansies about how I lost the hellsite hunger games to perry the platypus bc, once again, ✨tumblr✨

#color of the sky - my beloved favorite post that i’ve based this blog’s entire personality on. the original post is somewhere in there... if you scroll far enough :)

#bee movie script - some of the best posts on this hellsite are under this tag. scroll through it all… if you dare

#long post - any and all long posts. some are legendary, some are just obnoxious…. but that’s why I love them <3

#hiiiiii #this is my attempt at organization #and if anyone would like to solely see legendary hall of fame posts #I am begging you to please oh please block all the tags except “hellsite hall of fame” so you can enjoy my musuem #without having to be bothered with my other posts if you don't wish to #it'll save everyone from heartache lol #bc yeah #hope this helps a bit with user experience lol #(also please click on ‘bullshit’ i’m begging you) #hellsite hall of fame #the hellsite answers #hellsite hunger games #enemies to lovers angst hurt no comfort 200k hellsite hall of fame x perry the platypus #hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit #color of the sky #bee movie script #long post #hall of fame #tagging system #tags #so many tags

[softsnzstuff]

KB’s Snzblr Secret Santa!

~ Hello everyone! I thought it would be fun to organize a little secret Santa exchange for our corner of the snz/whump/illness community! Details and instructions to participate below! -KB

Start here!! If you would like to participate in the event, please fill out this Google Form. You have until November 14th to comment and then I will be closing entry.

After entry is closed, I will take all the comments and try to match you with a secret Santa who is familiar with or also likes one or some of your fandoms. I will be DM-ing you who you will be writing for (the blog and their list of fandoms).

For those who have never participated in a secret Santa, the basic premise is that you will write a little ficlet or draw a picture or something for someone without them knowing! Everyone who participates will have something posted for them as well ☺️ Hoping this will spread the love and help you discover more blogs you might like!

I’ll announce a time frame in December for everyone to post their work, example: “Im KB and was secret Santa for {blog}. Here is their fic.” (Unfortunately because everyone would have to post, I don’t currently have a way for people to play anonymously, but if this goes well maybe I can figure something out for next year??

Your work can be any medium so long as it can be posted. Drawing, digital art, ficlet, etc. The piece does NOT have to be holiday or Christmas themed unless that’s what you wish to do.

My ask box is open if there are any questions. If I get a lot of similar ones I’ll perhaps make an FAQ.

Until Nov 14th, share this post and check out the Google Form.

🎄🤍KB

#KB secret Santa #snzblr #illness community #group event #Kb attempts to organize something lol

[lindszeppelin]

The Things Left Unsaid.

I can't sleep no more In my head, we belong And I can't be without you Why can't I find no one like you?

-> Series Summary: You and Austin Butler were old flames many moons ago. Through a difficult breakup, you moved coasts to get away from the pain. And he went on to be the hottest commodity in Hollywood. You thought you could finally move on from your ex, that was until a letter addressed from the actor to you lands at your doorstep. Can you rekindle your romance, or will you both go back emptyhanded?

-> Inspiration: This story was inspired by The Notebook. Both Austin and I really love this film apparently, and I figured I would give him a sort of Notebook-eqsue story.

-> Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

-> Rating: Mature, 18+. Minors DNI.

-> Series Warnings: fluff, smut, probably inaccuracies of country/farm living, oral (f and m receiving), a lot of pining, angst, handjob, squirting, swearing, rough sex, mild choking, miscommunication, spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, almost shower sex if you squint lol, heavy petting

PART 1

PART 2

Fic Spotify Playlist

Mood Boards

[masterlist of all my fics]

#mood board #aesthetic #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfiction #austin babe-ler #the notebook #go me for attempting to organize my shit lol #the things left unsaid

[todayisafridaynight]

you never realize how hard it is to find a specific shade of blue for a suit until you go to find a specific shade of blue for a suit

#snap chats #i was supposed to go on a sunset walk but the organizer for the event was a no show ??? fuckin asshole #so i went home and decided to wear my mine cosplay for once #it was a cute result but how round my face is just kept bothering me. admittedly i didnt bother with makeup this time #just wanted to wear the shit for shits and giggles yk LMAO but then i remembered that anon bein like #'mate i woulda thunk ya'd do an aoki cosplay first' and so. i got curious and attempted to go looking #and my brothers in christ when i say. its so hard finding a suit EVEN CLOSE to his shade of blue. its nigh impossible #obviously i dont have plans to ACTUALLY purchase anything anytime soon. if i even fuckin found anythin but yk. Curious #his suit isn't perfectly cobalt or navy but its not explicitly teal- its in some. Dare I Say grey zone #of a SLIGHTLY TEAL prussian blue #ive checked both mens and womens and im just looking for the color im not even hunting for suit style #thats not even mentioning his tie's relatively unique too- HELL WHILE I WAS LOOKING I FOUND TIES SIMILAR TO SAWASHIROS #BEFORE I FOUND ONE ACCEPTABLE AS AOKI'S #at least i found one or two but my god... his outfit is so simple on paper but then you get int it and im gonna throw up #mine's easy-to-assemble outfit but incredibly unique face and hairline/cut vs aoki's simple face vs deceptively-difficult outfit #if my hair was longer and i bothered letting my facial hair grow out masato'd be easy as hell. already got that shit under lock and key lol #hate this house #ok im done being weird bout dressing up as middle aged men bye

[stergeon]

for the writer ask

💭🚦💛 💌

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

this is a real marketing major-ass answer (from your local marketing major), but i love sharing knowledge and telling stories. writing’s one of those things that’s a bit of a compulsion for me—i’m always writing something. i took a five-year break from fiction writing before i stumbled ass-first into fanfic last year, but even in those years when i was focusing on my career, i was writing guides and trainings and a ton of other stuff—just not anything fun, lol.

writing is also so cathartic. sometimes i set out to tell a specific story, but at other times, a particular emotion gets me in a vice grip and i have to put it to words before it’ll go away. my stories tend to wind up as emotional dumping grounds as a result.

i don’t write things pulled directly from my own life, but there are bits and pieces of myself and things that have happened to me scattered throughout stuff i’ve written, and usually when i’m about 75% of the way through a piece, i’ll realize it’s absolutely related to something i’m currently going through. funny how art works that way, even when you don’t intend for it to.

and occasionally i just have a fire lit under my ass about an issue and i get so hot about it that i gotta compile my thoughts. looking at you, silver snow

🚦 What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

look, i would love nothing more for them girls (pick whichever girls you please) to have a happy ending where they kiss and are stupid in love for the rest of forever. i love reading those kinds of stories. but in my heart of hearts, i love an ambiguous ending. i like when there are still questions after the story ends. i like thinking about where things could go or how the characters will go on after the events of the story. like, shared space could be read as having a happy ending, but i don’t really think it is. and with the victors; the vestiges, well. you’ll see :0)

come to think of it, i’m not sure i’ve ever written a happily-ever-after, but i don’t think i’ve ever written a 100% bad ending, either. i read too many bury-your-gays stories and watched too many sad european queer coming-of-age films in my youth to ever be happy putting that kinda thing out into the world. i want to write about love with all its ugliness, but not despair or hopelessness. i think what most appeals to me about an ambiguous ending is that lingering feeling of hope. it’s not the same as the kind you get from a happily-ever-after, and something about it speaks to me.

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

honestly? how to take criticism. i took a creative writing class in high school where we had to read our work out loud and then receive feedback on it from the other writers in the class, and that did a lot for me. going into that class, i’d already been writing for forever and had won some little local writing contests and such, so i was a wee bit of a pretentious douche. but i’d never gotten real critique before beyond, essentially, spelling and grammar checks. it humbled me lol. it made me grow so much as a writer, and i could see where i needed to improve or where my head was wedged way too far up my own ass for others to follow. it also helped me recognize strengths i didn’t know i had, and that was huge. it’s easy to get into a self-doubt spiral when making creative work, and good, constructive criticism can do so much to help avoid that.

to this day i love critique. i like knowing what worked or didn’t work so that i can continue to improve as a writer and do better next time. did my themes land? did something really work, but another part fall flat? i’d love to know!! i try to treat everything i write as practice for the next thing, and frankly that’s helped take some of the pressure off so i don’t go into total Perfectionist Mode.

i know critique is kind of a sensitive topic in fan spaces, but i think that’s because a lot of people have gotten unsolicited criticism that is purely critical and isn’t constructive. but getting good, constructive criticism will do so much to help a person grow as a writer. it’s scary, and sometimes it hurts! writing is very personal for most people, and it stings when things aren’t received the way you think they will be. but i know i’ve grown more from having my failures pointed out (and, very importantly, having the good things about those efforts acknowledged) than anything else.

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

actually Just answered this in another ask!

#sterge.eml #foxyjeongin #thank you for playing my little game and letting me talk about stories (and about me lmao) #sorry this is kind of a long post #i talk too much #i think i sound pretentious in this ask whoops. sorry #unfortunately i kind of am. i’m working on it. #… ​i guess the short answer to that first question is ‘emotions and mental illness’ lol #if you follow me on twitter (not recommended as it’s just me complaining about the weather and not being able to ride my motorcycle) #you know that every time i bring up my writing in therapy my therapist rocks my shit by revealing the story is #in fact. #NOT about what i thought it was about #or more accurately ​it’s ALSO secretly about whatever’s going on with me in real life lmao #y’know what’s really fun? looking back at something you wrote in a manic or depressive episode and going ah. hm. interesting. #the signs were. in fact. there. #(this is in fact not fun and i don’t like it. but it always happens.) #everything i write is accidentally Also about being bipolar. no getting around that #i tend to have issues organizing my thoughts and feelings to even figure out how tf i’m feeling #(forget making any attempt at doing so verbally. i have chronic foot-in-mouth disorder and accidentally say shit i don’t mean all the time) #but writing stuff down has always helped me sort through whatever mess is going on in my noggin and i love it for that #learning how to take critique is my no. 1 piece of writing advice but no. 2 is to read #read the classics. find out why they’re classics. read weird shit. read shit you don’t like. find things you like about em anyway. #and importantly: figure out WHY you do or don’t like it #it’s funny to re-read a book i haven’t read in a long time and discover OH. that’s where i get that technique from. #or that’s where i got that idea. or that’s why i had X thing happen in this story. #or why i like this type of character or scenario #nothing’s truly new and original #we’re all an amalgamation of influences and that ruuuuules #celebrate it!!!

[the-trans-dragon]

Tumblr is moderated by users, far more than by staff.

#like the “okay everyone a new wave a bots is showing up so remember to mark them as spam” and the “ #“hey this tag is getting overrun with spam bots if anyone wants to go mark them as spam” and the way that a number of individuals with #similar interests can all collectively block people (either in an organized or individual manner) to essentially ban someone from a communty #i could mention the attempts to correct misinformation but i don't know how well those do lol though the attempts are indeed time and energy #sorenhoots #oh and the way users tell each other how to undo unwanted updates or navigate the menus etc etc.

[anxiety-elemental-kay]

hi!! i saw that one post about asks and whatnot, so hi!! do you have a favorite work you've written, or are they all equally loved??

Thank you for the ask!! I had to really think about this one, went back through my catalogue on Ao3 to see all the things I'd written since I got back into writing fic. I feel like my Overwatch stuff hasn't aged well, and I'm not happy with them anymore. There's stuff in the other categories that I do still like! Sons of the Roses, Mote of Light, and From Ashes are standouts among my Warcraft stuff. For Trigun my favorite is Reclaimed! That said there's still a bunch of stuff I've written that I still like, but I'd say if I had to pick favorites it's those!

#kay answers things #i'll make a tag for asks #in an attempt to keep things organized lol

[soulsilversprings]

It's official - I'll be posting two fics for palletshipping week!!! Did a lot of writing yesterday and finally got both of them completed (pending a few minor edits once my brain is in the mood). Super excited to post mine and see everyone else's! 🥲❤️

#it just feels good knowing for sure now that i'll have stuff to post #bc for a bit there even though i've been so excited for this week #i wasn't sure if i would be able to make it happen 😅 #also- my first fic isn't even in my WIPs list!! #it just snuck up on me last minute and i'm excited to surprise y'all* with it #*ok a few of you have seen a snippet of it but- #but i'm glad i attempted all seven days #bc even though most aren't ready to post now #i now have fun pallet stuff in the drafts that i can finish and share later! #nelly if ur seeing this ty for organizing this event <3 #sorry these tags got long lol

[beeapocalypse]

podcast for sickos. the circus music intro to MAG119 stranger and stranger never fails to make me scream it is SO good

#absolutely love the little hints you get at the longer lived strangers (the anglerfish. breekon+hope) not taking nikola all that seriously #she wasnt BORN a stranger she was MADE one by nikolai and shes too erratic and nonserious for actual pushes towards power for a-- #--very long time. she let gertrude steal+burn the gorilla skin that was instrumental in at least one other ritual attempt she let jon-- #--get away she just Cannot win for a good long while. the anglerfish did SO much in the organization of the unknowing (putting husks-- #--like daniel rawlings in instrumental positions. building up the choir. broad fear farming) like oh i KNOW it hates her ass lol

[hekateinhell]

what do you think lestat would do if another vampire hurt armand? like with louis or gabrielle i know he'd go off, so what about armand, who he has a love/hate relationship with?

Usually I decide my daily theme, but I guess we’re feeling Lestat and Armand today, which I’ll always indulge for obvious, selfish reasons.

It’s funny you say that because Lestat didn’t really go off when Louis and Gabrielle got kidnapped, and it’s something that comes up often enough (although subtext being what it is, it’s easy to presume he was absolutely shell-shocked and traumatized as well; he and Armand just expressed it very differently).

I’ve thrown this one around recently, but I think it works here too:

“I love Armand deeply. My view of Armand has evolved over time. The less I fear him, the more I love him. And the more I suffer, the more I come to understand Armand's suffering. I have never doubted Armand's love for me. We are kith and kin, Armand and me.” ~ Lestat via Anne on Facebook taking fan questions in 2014, courtesy of @i-want-my-iwtv’s archive

And we know Lestat was devastated over Armand’s supposed suicide at the end of MtD.

I read them as having this weird, toxic, yet loving dynamic that essentially boils down to, “Nobody gets to hurt you but me.”

Tl;dr: I think Lestat considers Armand his family, for better or worse, and he’d be extremely upset if someone did try to hurt him. Besides Lestat, of course.

#y’all are allowed to pick my themes sometimes it’s okay #I don’t plan shit lol it’s whatever kind of particular mood I’m in #but let me attempt to get organized again #Armand & Lestat #← there!

[softsnzstuff]

SECRET SANTA POSTING INSTRUCTIONS

Hi everyone! With posting week (Dec 12-17) right around the corner, I wanted to clarify a few instructions to make sure it all goes smoothly!

Posting should be done anytime between December 12th and December 17th (unless you’ve talked to me separately already).

Ideally if you could say at the top of your post, “I wrote for [blog], I’m your secret Santa!” that would be super fun in getting to know people in the community.

((Comments and encouragements on others’ work is highly recommended but please please be nice - this is all just for fun))

Please tag me if you can, I want to reblog everyone’s works and I’ll tag them all on my page under “#KB secret Santa” so that everyone can hopefully find theirs.

If you wrote for someone who wanted to remain anonymous, please DM me, I’ll either post it and send to them separately, or simply DM to them in private.

Similarly, if YOU wish to remain anonymous when gifting your secret Santa, please reach out to me as well and a similar process will be done.

Any additional questions or concerns can be sent to my inbox or via DM! I’m really just hoping everyone has fun. ❤️🤍 ~ KB

#kb secret santa #please spread the word #secret santa faq #kb attempts to organize something lol #snzblr #whump #community event

[risingsunresistance]

i wanna stream so bad, i wanna play pixel party for 5hrs straight and never talk into my mic a single time

#you hear me cough a couple times and you hear ''yo was that dude flying or is he just laggy'' every once in a while #maybe one day i'll stream to someone that isn't just spark's discord server #at the very least i would love to attempt to organize a party to play with lol #chat

[cottageivy]

i sleepy, goodnight <3

#mia rambles #i willl play sims 2 tomorrow i think #but also attempt to organize my clothes and put away my winter ones #and maybe gather laundry bc i am indeed out of underwear lol #i hate laundry so muchhhh

[dandunn]

ive always had this sneaking suspicion that monkey punch's portrayal of arsene lupin the first was this weird 'gotcha' against the maurice leblanc estate or maybe just his hypermasculine ideal of 'oh look this old man FUCKS and hes a shitty borderline abusive old fart because thats just what MEN are like'

Kind of like g*rp in one piss who ive never liked either but it makes even less sense in Lupin the third imo because isnt Lupin supposed to look up to this guy??

Anyway reading the original leblanc books have basically confirmed this for me because arsene lupin is a GENTLEMAN dammit its literally right there in the title of the books.

Hes still a turd obviously but in like. A fun way and i really cant see him aging into the kind of pervy old man who MP shows in the manga i just cant.

#no shade if you like granpy lupin in lupin zero i mean its pretty funny #especially because someone predicted that at least one of lupins forebears was going to attempt to steal someone's organs #im putting lupin the first in my fic and attempting to do him some justice lol

[butch-bakugo]

Mmmmm nah. I don't have to reblog anything that I don't want to. The indigenous people of the Americas are not the only peoples that have faced genocide. Nor are the only ones that have had atrocities committed against them in living memory. Humans are cruel to each other. Fact of life.

That shit happened a year and a half ago and you crackers are STILL taking offense to something i aimed at my white followers, not at every mayonnaise lacroix ritz milk motherfucker present on this site?

Ur butthurtedness isn't even embarrassing by this point, its pathetic.

#levi speaks #get a new thing ive said to complain about #also you say that like the genocide that killed 63 million people is a natural thing #totally occurent by nature #first off you self reported lol saying white people are just biologically impulsive to genocide lol no they arnt #and your brushing off an organized and still on going attempt at completely eraticating an entire race of people that got pretty damn close #to succeeding #there are maybe 10 million american natives alive today #that number used to be 4 million #but seince the ending of residential schools and the beginning of icwa we saw more of a boost in the population #cause ya know white people werent litterally stealing naitve children and beating them until they spoke english and prayed to jesus or died #idk how to tell you that being uncaring about an issue of culutral genocide and litterally infantcide is a slight aginest yourself #not any native you think you dunked on by trying to normalize that shit