#rags writes

[local-ragamuffin]

Alien

Why do I feel like this Where did this feeling come from Why do I feel so out of place all the time I know I'm accepted I know I'm loved I know I'm valued So why do I feel so

alien?

It's a weird feeling I don't usually feel like this I hate it I know I'm not alien So why do I feel this way?

I see them having fun I want to join in But something inside me tells me That it's not my place to do so There's no logic behind it I just feel

alien

#poetry #rags writes

[toburnup]

since ao3 is down, reblog and put the last sentence you wrote for your WIP in the tags

#steve's shirt rides up and exposes some of his stomach - the ragged end of one of the deeper scars. eddie traces it with his finger and #pulls away when steve's muscles jump. #(since ao3 is down you MUST be writing - right??) #ao3 #yall know what this is for lol

[lobotomize-d]

Jevil doodles 💥💥

I'm craving peach rings... peach rings...

#projecting my wants for peach rings onto jebil... #linedpaper jumpscare groddy/j #i dont prefer linepaper #jevil #deltarune fanart #spamton g spamton #jevil deltarune #spamvil #lobotomysbugaloogaart #school doodles #splats onto the ground like a wet rag #the majority of my finals are writing essays so i spent the majority of my day writing... #not that i dont enjoy writing but holey moley it was a lot of writing

[whumpbug]

slightly hyper-specific trope but i totally adore sedative whump with a distressed whumpee. like. okay listen.

whumpee is in a super high stress situation, but they need to be subdued for whatever reason. personally, my mind goes to a whumpee being arrested or taken by the authorities while freaking out for whatever reasons, and they can’t get whumpee to calm down and stop thrashing against the restraints. cue whumpee being stuck with a needle filled with some kind of sedative or relaxant. whumpee’s panicked screams and gasps and struggling slowly start to lessen as they realize how heavy their eyelids are and how fuzzy their head feels. they blink more frequently, trying to clear their hazy vision. their speech becomes more slurred and garbled, and they aren’t even sure if they’re getting the words out. they’re still fighting against whoever is holding them down, but they are so uncoordinated that they can hardly do anything as hands guide them to wherever they needed to go in the first place. after a few more moments, their head begins lolling to the side and their eyes become impossible to keep open as they lose the fight against sleep that their body is pulling them under.

ugh! (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) just something about a whumpee unable to fight against their own body’s call for unconsciousness makes me insane and i love it so much.

#whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #whumpee #whump tropes #this also works wonders with a chloroform soaked rag #drugged whumpee #exhaustion whump #emotional whump #if anyone decides to write this please tag me

[fairyfortalliance]

the imagery of no health regen…… wounded skin that doesn’t heal…. torn clothes….. burns…. scorch marks….. bite marks….. blood everywhere…… unraveling bandages…… oh…….

#secret life #secret life smp #if i ever write a slsmp fic. everyone is going to be wounded as FUCK #like. i love it when fan artists draw the characters punctured with arrows #or burned after dying to lava/fire #and now with no health regen. how the injuries don’t go away #a worn and ragged green life almost desperate to turn yellow #if not for the full set of health again #stab wounds that don’t close. a heart bleeds until you die. the scratch marks itch under the armour #ohhhhhh it’s so sexy #teammates changing each others bandages bc the blood never stops #infected wounds? that only ease when more hearts are earned from the secret keeper? #i’m so obsessed with this already #like yessssss the player gets weaker and weaker as they lose more hearts #they are so damaged and injured they can barely raise their shield #their whole body aching. scathing with every hit and blow #and then when they gain hearts. and the RELIEF #of scorch marks fading. wounds closing. blood drying. pains easing. broken bones set themselves #so much cruelty in the world. everyone takes that extra little care with each other #no more friendly slaps on the shoulder or even high fives #everyone is just very still. too fatigued to do anything but survive

[digitalsnail]

since disability pride month is wrapping up i decided to draw some disabled dex holders :')

#pokespe #trainer schilly #trainer wally #trainer emerald #trainer x #trainer lacktwo #for as much as i like to rag on pksp sometimes... #i really do like how they write disabled characters #sfw #clem art

[budugu]

The

#reblog with one word and lets write a story together and add this rag to your reblog

[mrbluesummers-moved]

I'm too tired to write the full Essay™, but someone said in the tags that Stampede took away Knives' fear and it made me realize that the core issue I have with Trigun Stampede is the fact that the characters lack the emotional depth of Trigun Maximum. Like, I'm enjoying Stampede, and it's emotional, but Knives and Vash especially have had their emotional complexity watered down in comparison to the manga.

In the manga, they were as much at war with themselves as they were with each other and world around them. Knives was expressive, animated, and always playing up the megalomaniac god complex in public, but in private he was exhausted and scared and even expressed guilt towards his sisters for being careless in how he orchestrated the fall. Vash was an upbeat pacifist who was constantly fighting his own urge to take the "easy" way out and kill to solve problems.

It's what made the manga so heartbreaking. Neither of them were entirely right, but neither of them were entirely wrong. Knives shouldn't try a genocide, but he was also a deeply traumatized child who was shown how cruel humans could be to plants. Vash should try to do as much good in the world as he can, but holding onto the ideals of pacifism in a hostile environment does more harm than good and he learns that when he's finally pushed to the point where he has to choose between killing and saving someone important to him.

I don't think it's impossible for Stampede to recover in Season 2, but the foundations aren't great. Changing Nai to being cold as child seems like such a small change, but Knives starting out as the optimist who loved humanity is so central to that internal conflict... I don't know. Maybe they'll come back to the point of Rem being important to Knives and make use of the fact that he intended for her to survive and that might save it. We'll have to see.

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #millions knives #vash the stampede #me: i don't have the energy to write an essay #also me: #this is probably incomprehensible and I don't want to be the guy wot rags on stampede bc i genuinely love the show #and find it more watchable than the 90s anime (sorry) #but it's more fun to complain and critically analyze the characterization #and knives is just so important to me and the fact that he hasn't gotten a good adaptation is disappointing #his childhood personality is so core to his character and yet adaptations choose to make him cold rather than bubbly and hopeful #basically the entire basis for vash's adult persona lbr #anyway i had to hold myself back from writing an essay about knives and his expressiveness too #thinking about the way he reacted to the last run and seeing the plants happy memories and how he “greeted” midvalley and #him being calm and collected just feels wrong

[caninemotiff]

Please reblog! This is my first poll 👉👈

#writeblr #tropes #romance tropes #polls #romance pairings #red and blue #sun and moon #hero and villain #adhd and autism #himbo #pathetic wet rag #bodyguard #i could make him worse #boost #writing tropes

[kaztheghost]

He belonged to heaven. He’s always belonged to heaven—since the day he’d left, however it might have happened, he knew there would always exist within him the aching knowledge that he would never find his peace outside of the pearled gates. But what choice did he have? So he walked, and wandered. For thousands of years, did he walk and wander, donning countless names and titles and masks. Horns sprouted from his head, and yet his halo sat firm, a tail wrapped around his waist and his nails sharpened to claws and yet in his chest still sat the forbidden knowledge that he belonged to the heavens. No matter where he walked and wandered, he would never escape its shining light. In every lifetime he schemed and tricked and lived as he pleased, and in every death he sat curled before the beautiful white gates, with rusting and blood dripping chains keeping them closed. No matter how he begged, what promises he made, it was never enough, the lives he gave and blood he spilled, would he never see his home? Meet his master? Was he truly too far gone? A demon. A demon! Badboyhalo. What a hypocrisy.

And then came a life he hadn’t lived yet. An experience he hadn’t come to know. He had a son, and then a daughter. And for the first time in his many lives lived, in all his wandering and all his millennia, he had a home. He belonged to something else, to someone else. Another person, who needed him in the way he needed someone. His darling children. And so day by day, he did whatever he could for them. Would it be enough, this time?

He can’t help the laugh that rings into the empty air when he finds himself in front of those beautiful white doors once again. Can you blame him? The gravity of it all, to be whole again! He takes a look around, ignoring the scales before him, and a different sight greets him. A sight he’d given up on years ago. There are no rusted, bloody chains today. His eyes flicker back to the scales and he realizes that they’re balanced. For the first time in many millennia. He can go home.

His breath wobbles and his balance is lost and he crumbles, because he can go home. It’s home, it’s everything he lost so long ago, he can go home. But his gaze lands heavy on the shabby rock formation across the way. His path most walked. And he calls out, asking what to do. What can he do? His children, his darling children. Can he say goodbye? He’s said goodbye to home before. Surely he can. He has to. He walks to the gate, and his fists curl. “Will I, if I find myself here again. Will I be able to go through? Will it still be unlocked?” It’s pointless to speak here, there will never be an answer. The clouds drift indifferently, the air sits still. He has to go home. Right?

He turns his back to Heaven.

He has to go home. Regardless of if this is the right choice, regardless of if this is the only forgiveness his soul will ever be granted. He utters a soft apology, and walks through the crumbling stone archway.

#badboyhalo #qsmp #I AM DYING I SWEAR TO GOD #BADBOYHALO YOU #bbh #writing #drabble #I’m rambling I am thinking thoughts I am shaking badboyhalo like a rag doll

[local-ragamuffin]

The Year Between- Chapter 3

This is part 3 in an ongoing Castlevania fanfic I'm writing, in which a young girl ends up staying with Dracula in his castle during the year between Lisa's death and the start of Dracula's war on humanity. This story loosely follows the canon of the show, but mostly focuses on stuff we never got to see. I'm not a very confident writer, so feedback is always appreciated, as long as you're not rude about it.

Fic begins below.

Clang!

Metal striking against metal. The sound rang throughout the room, echoing down the halls.

Evelyn, whose curiosity had gotten the best of her, was wandering said halls when she heard the loud noise. What was it? Was someone making something? She had to know. She tiptoed toward the source of the noise, stopping in front of an open door. She peeked inside just as another clang sent sparks flying. It was Hector, the nice silver-haired man. He was hammering away at something.... or... someone? A body... What was he doing?

The forgemaster, sensing that he was being watched, turned his head to face the doorway. Evelyn quickly ducked out of sight. She didn't want to get in trouble for seeing something she wasn't supposed to see. What was he doing to that body? Why was he hammering it? Was it moving? So many questions, and she feared the answers to all of them.

Unfortunately for her, Hector had noticed her. His eyes softened and he smiled as he addressed her.

"It's alright, you can come in if you wish. It gets lonely during the day."

Evelyn slowly shuffled into the room, trying not to stare at the body on the table. It definitely twitched. She let out a small gasp and was about to run when Hector knelt down to speak to her.

"It won't hurt you. I promise. When it's finished, it will only act on my orders. You can even speak with it, if you'd like."

"It- it talks? What is it?" The child's voice was barely audible, as if she was afraid she would wake the thing on the table.

"It will in a moment, I think it needs a few more strikes... Stay right there while I finish up. I don't want the sparks landing on you."

Evelyn nodded silently as Hector stood back up and returned to the body on the table. He raised his hammer, and brought it down on the body with another loud clang! Clang! Clang!

The body on the table glowed, writhed as it was given life again. Its eyes shot open and it sat upright, facing its creator. Hector gently placed a hand on its cheek and smiled. He truly enjoyed his work. Sometimes it felt like his creations were the only beings who understood him, aside from Dracula.

The forgemaster whispered something to the monster and it got off of the table, slowly approaching the child... But upon seeing her start to cry, it reached out and placed a hand on her head. There was no malice or ill intent behind this interaction. The monster simply tousled the girl's hair in an attempt to comfort her.

"See? It won't harm you because I instructed it not to. This is what Master Dracula called me here for. To create soldiers for him. Not one of them will ever harm you. I swear it."

Evelyn just stared up at the creature with wide, watery eyes. She reached a hand to touch the creature's hand. It was cold, yet pulsing with new life. She felt herself slowly calming down as she processed Hector's words. She... didn't fully understand, but she was glad she wasn't in danger. Her gaze was now focused on the forgemaster.

"...Th- thank you..."

Hector smiled, relieved that Evelyn wasn't afraid of him after witnessing him at work. It was nice to not be feared or hated by another human for a change.

#castlevania fic #the year between #rags writes #castlevania hector #found family #castlevania netflix

[teencopandthesourwolf]

WEEKEND WIP

from my current derek pov sterek wip with the working title of 'RED RAG TO A WOLF'

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He knew it was there the moment the sliding door to his apartment clicked shut; the moment everybody left. The pack hadn't even made it down the old service elevator when Derek sensed it, scenting the spicy-sweetness that clung to the cool air, stubborn as a fever—and far too strong considering the loft's now-empty status.

Granted, he didn't know exactly what ‘it’ was yet, only that something of the kid's had been left behind.

He spotted it as soon as he turned around.

Derek breathed in, deeply, and anger flared brightly in his gut. He was fuming at just how damn happy that warming scent made him, and how it seemed like he now had his very own aromatic keepsake just to fucking prove it.

This was bad.

Dangerous.

Rooted to the spot, Derek cautiously eyed the innocuous folds of red spilling over the top of those stupid pillows Stiles had talked him into buying, his teeth and fists clenching (along with his heart).

They'd bumped into each other a while back—quite literally—in Bed Bath & Beyond when Stiles had turned a corner wearing those stupid lime-green headphones, and slammed right into Derek.

There'd been an excessively loud exclamation of, “What the shit?” and then, “Derek?!” as Stiles removed the headphones and nestled them snugly around the base of his long, pale neck, Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths still appropriately blasting through them.

Stilinski had then cracked up and whooped like a hyena for almost a full minute straight, apparently at the mere notion of Derek's presence in the store.

“You? In a place like this? But Der, you're like, a werewolf, dude! A creature of the night!” he's said, and had punctuated the assessment by curling his bendy body into a ridiculous monster-esque mime, crossing his wide eyes and letting his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth as he’d gargled his own spit in some sort of supposed gnarly roar.

Just as Derek had been considering how Stiles sounded a bit like a traumatised washing machine, the kid had burst into yet more fits of mocking laughter, doubling over this time while wiping his mouth with the back of one hand and clutching at his side with the other.

What was so hilarious about someone needing to buy a toilet roll holder was honestly still a complete fucking mystery to Derek, but whatever.

At the time, he'd wanted to howl and snap his jaws at the kid for his sass. But Derek's general rule of thumb these days was to try his level best to not get so uptight about the more inane concepts that weaved in and out of Stiles Stilinski's baffling brain on a millisecond-to-millisecond basis, nor to give him any fuel for his ever-burning Sourwolf fire. So he'd nonchalantly raised an eyebrow and given back as good as he got by saying, “Which means what, exactly? That I'm only supposed to shop at PetSmart at three AM for my monthly supply of rabbit flavoured kibble?” and told himself not to dwell on it.

Then instead of doing the decent thing and leaving Derek the hell alone to get on with his Saturday afternoon, Stiles had proceeded to follow him around the store because the Beacon Hills Friendly-Yet-Hyperactive Neighbourhood Sheriff's Kid was just kind of excessively infuriating like that.

Stiles had disappeared for a moment, then reappeared and proceeded to thrust a shopping cart towards Derek, insisting Derek needed it for the random shit he’d started selecting from the various displays and unceremoniously dumping into the wire basket on wheels; random shit he was also insisting Derek needed. Derek proceeded to remove all unnecessary items right after Stiles dropped each of them in, the kid either not caring enough to challenge him on it or simply none the wiser amid his animated spiel about someone named, “Marie frickin Kondo, man!”

Apart from the pillows.

Apparently, Derek didn't hate the super-soft (if stupidly named) ‘Wolf-Skin’ material covering the particular pillows Stiles had picked out for him when the puzzling human had gasped and crowed, “Oh my God, Derek, can you believe they're named Wolf-Skin? They are totally perfect for you! And even more importantly: They spark joy, dude!”

Whatever the fuck that meant.

.

#sterek wip #sterek fic #pov derek #derek hale #stiles stilinki #red rag to a wolf #cassidy wips #ooh er #lol #weekend wip #tcats writes #teencopandthesourwolf

[janetbrown711]

Redraw/"draw over" of those famous black cat paintings by Vanessa Stockard but with Li Na and Mo (poor guy LMAO)

Original photo for reference

Be sure to vote for Li Na in the OC bracket !!

@lmk-oc-competition more propaganda :]

#janetbrown711 #my art #zhu li na #shitpost #lego monkie kid #this is what I do instead of writing #jfdkslfjdsa;l #this was such a stupid idea-------- #janet blabs #mo lmk #he's an old fella and she's out here holding him like a rag doll #rip

[charliemwrites]

The way keeper Simon doesn't even hesitate to give her what she wants during sexy time- what would his thought process be like though when they go all the way? Is he beaming with pride, all smug that he's finally got her in the palm of his hands (or him in hers ;))) hehe) or would he be absolutely going crazy on the inside?? Also do you think kept reader would start initiating more sexy time after the forst?? Ahhh I'm obsessed thank you for the brainrot I love ittt

Of course he doesn’t hesitate! It’s his job to take care of you after all! You get just about anything you want if you ask, it’s just taken you a while to figure that out.

They’re first “””all the way””” time together, he’s keeping it together, totally focused on you. Keeping you comfortable and happy, making sure you’re enjoying yourself. But inside he’s having a meltdown. That feeling someone gets when their rescue animal does something that shows complete and utter trust for their human. That’s what he’s feeling x1000 because it’s taken you so, so long to so much as initiate contact with him, never mind ask him to fuck you harder, please simon please feels so good.

#thank you so much I love you #asks #my writing #cod #fanfiction #kept pet ghost #keeper ghost #and yes reader is absolutely running this man ragged when she realizes how good he is

[adozentothedawn]

I know I already talked about this a few years ago but can we again talk about the dumbass map and what it implies about Waidwen's war plans?

I mean what is going on here???

So there's no way in hell that Saint's Rest isn't named for him, so he came through here, on his way to the border. Alright, so far so good. Then he decides to march south to cross a whole ass mountain range instead of just taking the normal road, which is weird, but alright, maybe that pass there at Ondra's boot was well protected and he decided it would take less fighting to get through Cold Morn, which he was right about, so I am willing to accept that. Then he got to Mercy Vale, which is also fine, that is how the road goes. A bit strange considering that his end goal was Twin Elms but whatever, fine, maybe he wanted to take over Fleetbreaker Castle to break resistence. And then... he marched back up north?? To Readceras??? Why the hell is the Godhammer Citadel so far north?? The fuck was he doing there?? Even considering Eothas already knew about the bomb and had for some reason decided this was a good idea (Eothas is unfortunately not known for his great planning or scheming skills), the Readceran army had no reason at all to go there. None. Zilch. Why did the Dyrwood think they could make him? "The fields, maybe they reminded him of his past as a farmer" look Durance, I know you're stupid but even you should be able to tell there's something up there. Also what fields, there's a giant saltwater bay right next to it, what were's you farming there, glasswort?? And while we're at it, what the fuck is Evon Dewr Bridge actually bridging?? It's clearly not the bay, it's much to tiny for that, there's no river anywhere, so why the hell is there a fancy ass bridge???

So, in order to deal with these descrepancies, I propose two things:

#1: This map is in fact diagetic, and was constructed by the in-universe equivalent of Herodot, some guy (likely Aedyran lets be real) who's writing entertainment textbooks for a living and has actually been in the Eastern Reach. He's just kinda heard things and then started drawing in landmarks where he thought they'd look nice. He also has not heard about the Bridge Part of the Godhammer, just the Citadel, explaining why it's just marked as Godhammer Citadel, and he decided to put at the admittdely most logical point of entry into the Dyrwood from Readceras, assuming that's what that was about.

#2: The actual Godhammer Bridge is somewhere southwest of Mercy Vale, crossing the river there, meaning there is a point for a bridge and a reason for Waidwen to want to cross it. Considering timeline issues we'll just assume the river placement is also off, as well as the exact locations of Cold Morn and Mercy Vale.

Thank you for coming to my increasingly unhinged ted talk about a game I love but whose maps I hate (and love).

#pillars of eternity #i'll be honest here #i love complaining about this dumb map and the dumb bridge #i've gotten so much joy out of ragging on it #i love these games to bits for lots of actually good reasons #but look sometimes i just want to complain about things that don't actually matter in a comedic fashion #feel free to join me if you have things to add #anyway i wanted to write this up after exploding about it on discord again #i love this pasttime too much to just leave it there #edit: that was supposed to say hasn't been to the eastern reach #typing is hard

[khruschevshoe]

OFMD Critique: Jim & Olu, Screentime Quality & Quantity Issues, and Fandom Engagement

It is kind of insane to me that post-Season-1 of OFMD, the tags for Jim Jimenez and Oluwande Boodhari were almost as strong as the ones for Stede and Ed. Like, scrolling back on tumblr, I'm hit by the sheer amount of content posted for them. The fanart. The gifs. The meta. The sheer anticipation of what might come next for them.

(Now, this might just be because I first started looking at the fandom a year in, but I did my best to look at time stamps and how far things were spread out over time for them.)

Now, only a month and a half out from the finale...that flood has dried up to a trickle, if that. There is very little Jim/Olu content, or (more interesting in my own opinion, at least), very little content of them individually. There was plenty when the season was airing, but now? Not so much.

This is not to say that there is no content at all- I am an absolute fan of the fanfic writers, artists, meta-makers, and gifmakers who still contribute to the tag. The QUALITY is still great! It's the QUANTITY that fascinates me.

Because I think it comes back to both the lack of payoff for the rich character writing for these two post-Season 1 AND the butchering of what they did get.

If you read my past metas for these two characters, you'll find my critique of the fact that late-season Jim doesn't feel like Jim at all, and that Olu throughout ALL OF SEASON TWO doesn't feel like Olu, but rather like the writers dumbed him down into the "himbo" role on the show just to have the badass woman x himbo dynamic with him and Zheng Yi Sao (and I am an admitted lover of said dynamic, but not when you strip one of the few emotionally intelligent, clever, logical characters on the show of his intellect and jam him into the role rather than, idk, choosing one of the actual himbos on the show and putting him into that role...wait a second. The writers already HAD the himbo x badass dynamic with Spanish Jackie and the Stede. Is that literally the only way they could figure out how to write a F/M dynamic this season?).

Also, if you pull out all of the Jim/Olu pre-reunion build up (I see you, deleted scene in the Republic of Pirates where Pete and Olu get to pine after Lucius & Jim and talk about how desperate they are to get back to them), have their reunion be rather anticlimatic, and then don't let them have any real kissing/hugging/even emotional intimacy for the rest of the season...I can see why the tag has gotten to the point it has.

A cursory glance at the Blackbonnet/Gentlebeard tags shows that at least half of the tag is just writing fix-it fics for the season, but they are at least ENGAGING with canon because they were given a lot of material (some might argue too much material, as their screentime was often VERY overbalanced as opposed to the rest, and contrary to what some believe, Season 1 WAS an ensemble show, not just the Stede/Ed show) to work with and sort through. Jim and Olu were not given that in Season 2, and thus the amount of material that those in the tag got to pick through and use was either miniscule or felt OOC in nature. So the investment in the characters and ship has rather gone down, which is sad, because post Season 1 these two had my FAVORITE dynamic on the show.

What is the point of this meta? Idk, it's just a thing I've noticed and that has fascinated me. Watching this fandom from both inside and outside has led to noticing some rather interesting patterns/responses to writing that I thought someone else might be interested in.

#jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari #jim x oluwande #tealoranges #meta #analysis #ofmd #ofmd critical #ofmd meta #i know it feels like i'm ragging on the zheng/olu ship #and i appreciate those who do ship it #but the way it handles both characters really just gives me the personal ick #fandom analysis #also just realized while writing this that the jackie x swede and olu x zheng ship dynamics are the same and that's just strange to me #because olu and the swede are specifically set up in season 1 as being almost opposite characters #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2