#random snippets of my day

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

Something something abt how a clown’s whole thing is to make themselves the butt of the joke and take everything thrown at them while a jester’s whole thing is to freely call out & ridicule the king however they choose something something…

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss fizzarolli #fizzarolli #random snippets of my day #just saw the new ep HELL YEAH #like even if it is a coincidence #cause they keep referring to mammon as a clown when he’s dressed like a jester #and refer to fizz as a clown and a jester interchangeably #I still think it’s neat #fizz has been playing the clown for mammon for so long #even though he’s a jester #and now he’s gotten to play the historical roots of that role in a way

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Their convo one day after communication is restored actross the shatterverse and prime bros happen, (it makes sense to no one but me for now)

#sonic prime #i think that sails would be the typa fella to put ants i to someone's bed #just for the lols of it #thinking about my au #writing random snippets of ideas #hopefully one day i will get tos titching them together #prime bros #miles nine prower #nine the fox #sails tails #sails the fox #sonic shitpost #incorrect sonic quotes

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @hoodie-buck @spotsandsocks @jeeyuns 💖💖

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Just as Eddie hangs up the phone, Buck comes back into the living room, a smile on his face, any traces of previous sadness erased.

“Hey, you okay?” Eddie asks, as Buck plops down onto the couch next to him, onto his previous spot, which makes Eddie frown again. There’s more space now that Chris isn’t between them, and normally they’d sit closer. So he takes it upon himself, scooching over closer to Buck, his thigh and arm plastered against Buck’s, who just gives him a small, confused and shy smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Buck responds, grinning widely, and to anyone else it could seem genuine, but Eddie knows him too well. He knows what every miniscule change in Buck’s expression means, what every smile means, and can see all the emotion in his eyes, even if he tries his hardest to hide it. He can see that it’s a facade, and really he’s still hurting. “Sorry about, uh-” Buck gestures vaguely with his hand. “All that. Getting all, I don’t know, emotional?” he chuckles weakly. “It’s stupid, just got lost in memories, I guess.” he chuckles again, moving an inch away. “Bringing the Christmas mood down, sorry.”

“Buck.” Eddie places a hand on Buck’s knee, as if on instinct – but also to keep him from moving further away, though there’s not much room to escape further.

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#fuck it friday #buddie christmas fic #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #idk a random snippet bc i don't have much else but sharing bc I need motivation to keep writing lmao #today was supposed to be a writing day but didn't work out haha

[mossmurdock]

thinking about a toxic but weirdly bonded highschool relationship with suguru again,,,ohh the angst, the pining, the reluctant but desperate dependency. it's all too much for either of you to handle.

back then, he wouldn't say a word about you sneaking your way into his room and falling asleep on the floor. and you wouldn't say anything about him asking you things he usually only whispers (neither of you dare mention the nights borders are crossed; the rare but real nights you wordlessly climb into his bed; the nights suguru has you answering his questions by guiding your lips against his).

the two of you never leave together of course, but if yaga ever saw you slipping out he never said a word either. a mutual pact.

"you look better rested, suguru. finally getting some shut eye?" gojo is having trouble with the lens of his glasses, smearing fingerprints all over the frames instead of doing any actual cleaning. it's hot out. you're at the water fountains with haibara, hands and forearms soaked in water. you wipe them onto your shirt and pants. he's reminded of the clothes you left on his floor. the ones he stuffed into the back of his closet. the ones you swear you lost.

suguru reacts passively to his friend's question, silently taking the glasses away from him and wiping them properly with the end of his sleeve before handing them back. "it's been easier."

as gojo mumbles a thanks for his glasses, the two of you lock eyes from across the yard. haibara shakes your shoulder absently as you cast an indifferent gaze his way, lips still wet with water.

suguru mouths something to you then, head cocked to the side in a fit of uncharacteristic but still spiteful rage. he realizes later that it was a reaction to your vague look. it's a secrete message, words without sound, tongue wrapped around air, and it makes you flush furiously against the heat.

(tonight?)

#HEHEHEHEH #idk what this is #he's just been on my mind all day and i havent had the energy to finish my larger fic for him #but anyhow #enjoy this random snippet for now<3 #highschool him is so so interesting to me what a fucking loser #moss writes #jjk x reader #suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader

[themeansoul]

K-77

No I am not fine

Noone ever wrote poetry for me

#poetry #sad gurl #dairy entry #my quotes #love poetry #love poem #post of the day #random post #quotes #snippet

[pencilofawesomeness]

Erza gripped the scepter hard enough to make her metal gloves creak. However, neither the hum of the magestone nor the act of using her strength to the fullest could placate her, and neither could it solve this matter.

“Jellal,” she said—slowly, carefully. Erza was positioned between him and the mirror, and she trusted her reflexes, but she still couldn’t help but to doubt her ability to stop him from escaping. Or, rather, from throwing his life away. “Let’s talk this through.”

Jellal chuckled dryly, without mirth. The bags under his eyes appeared darker in the light of the dorm courtyard. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both know that the Arcane Response Unit won’t be persuaded. I’m going.”

“The Headmage is speaking to them now. This is all just a misunderstanding. We’ll work this out.”

Erza absolutely hated not being able to do more. Her respect for the ARU and the role they played in this world absolutely did not diminish that this whole situation was bullshit and Jellal was being wrongly scapegoated. It was unjust and plain wrong. If Erza thought that marching up to the captain (a second time) and demanding this bogus investigation to be dropped would work, then she would have done it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, even she knew that this could not be solved with violence—or with caving in. They had to stand their ground and play this right, and that meant keeping her dorm here while the Headmage worked her wits and magic. 

Surely, everyone else would see the reason she clearly saw—even when Jellal himself doubted it. 

Jellal was only eight when he came to the Queendom of Roses. Only eight when they met. He was a shy and awkward child, and he refused to talk about where he came from. That was alright though, because even Erza knew that it was sad. That was why he had been sent to Grandpa Rob. Erza had just been thrilled for another fae child to join Rob’s home for orphans, because it had meant that there was at least one other kid she could play with without fearing their fragility. 

He was her best friend, and he was a good man. Erza wouldn’t have made him her vice housewarden otherwise. Jellal helped people and he was kind and he was careful and conscious of those around him, and he sought peace and balance above all else. And people seriously thought Jellal, as a child no less, was somehow responsible for an attempt to overthrow the Kingdom of Heroes’ royal family. It was utterly absurd. 

It was even more absurd that Jellal was willing to accept it. 

“Erza, I have to go. I— I did do those things. I can’t continue to ignore it.”

He might have succeeded in making that declaration cold, but the crack in his voice belied his fear. Erza’s determination settled. She swore to protect the people of Heartslaybul, and to lead them down a victorious path. She would even protect them from themselves. 

“I am the Queen here,” she declared, throat tight. “My word is law. And I say you stay.”

Jellal shifted into a ready position—to fight, to flee. The movement alone cut her to her core. “Erza, I’m not who you think I am. I’m not worth it.”

Her heart cracked. She wondered if the Queen of Hearts ever felt this pain, her desire to protect her people a visceral and painful thing. Maybe that was why she sometimes appeared so violent in history—because she, too, swore to protect her loved ones from anything. 

The past few weeks she had had to watch Jellal suffer under this weight. She watched him try to convince her that he wasn’t who she knew he was. It hurt to even consider. It hurt worse that he thought so little of himself, and little of her for not believing that she would trust him. 

Erza would not be easily swayed. Not even by him. She reached into her Inventory and she grabbed a long, weighty lance. 

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Jellal lunged. His magic mastery was always an impressive thing, and he could boost his very movement. However, her reflexes were not to be trifled with either—and, she had planned for this. She knew him well, after all. 

“Now!” she shouted, and a flurry happened all at once. 

Erza employed Jellal’s own trick, hastening herself to meet his path and bodily block him with her lance. Behind her, several magic barriers were erected around the mirror, and Erza quickly added her own, for good measure. 

A vine wrapped around Jellal’s ankle, yanking him backwards and straight into Elfman’s bear-hold. 

The plan quickly fell apart though. With a potent burst of magic, Jellal ripped himself out of the hold. He levitated Elfman with ease and tossed him straight into Droy. 

“JELLAL!” 

Mirajane appeared in a fury, floating above him. Erza spotted the flash of guilt across his features right as the junior batted him downward with ice magic. 

“Stand down,” Erza ordered, a little desperate. 

But Jellal had his own share of determination, evident in the sweat gleaming on his too-pale face. “Don’t fight me on this.”

“Too late, man.” Jet, the only one arguably faster than Jellal thanks to his Unique Magic, swept Jellal off his feet right as he tried to get up. 

Mirajane met her eyes, and reluctantly, Erza nodded. 

“Soulbinder,” Mirajane chanted, and in seconds her UM manifested around Jellal, the dark tendrils physically rooting him to the ground and eating at his magic. It was a violent restraint, but it worked. Erza knew that any less Jellal would fight through. Not that he wasn’t making an attempt now. 

“Please,” she practically begged. “Don’t throw yourself away.”

Jellal tugged at the spell, a heaving breath making his exhaustion known. “You think I want to?” he whispered. 

In the silence that followed, the soft admission might as well have been a shout. 

“Do you think I want to go? To admit that any of that stuff happened? To— to accept the role I played?”

Erza swallowed. There was something dangerously shaky about his countenance. The strain in his voice was brittle, and her instincts whispered that something was about to snap. The air grew thick with that anticipation. “Jellal…”

“NO!” His shout was raw and hoarse, full of tears and anger and everything, that it startled Erza into silence. 

“I never wanted this! But I can’t change what happened. No amount of hoping and pretending will ever change it!”

The atmosphere shook. An ugly sort of magic began to fill the air. Erza realized it too late, when Jellal’s tears mixed with his sweat and turned black.

“It will never change that I was her pawn!”

#fairy tail x twisted wonderland #crossover au #jellal fernandes #erza scarlet #overblot #i lied to myself I wrote things #overblotters get little mini fics now they are special I guess #guys lemme tell you Jellal and Mystogan ran away with this story it is intense #i don't actually plan on writing more than random snippets but whoo boy #i would be tempted to do more #also designing phantoms is weird but fun #those manifestations of fear and expectations and being #this scenario definitely ends with a good cathartic breakdown from jellal #dude needs therapy #I'll find a better way to unload this backstory without spoiling my Greater Headcanons one day #until then ten guesses XD

[proteesiukkonen]

Very like me to come up with a scenario for my characters, rotate it in my mind until it could make a neat little comic mayhaps, and then continue rotating it until I realize the page count would have to be in two digits and it would, if I wanna do things properly, require some prep design work.

And then I'll be like cool, sounds like a lot of work but not insurmountable so let's go. But then it turns out the prep work is hard to get into amidst a fulltime job. So then, as I procrastinate, my mind slips and sure enough I have another little scenario that could make a neat little comic mayhaps in my hands.

#random musings #I'm trying to keep the Thugs and Birds setting as a low-pressure playground for myself #and just do little comic snippets if/as I see fit #so maybe I can one day graduate to continuing that one older long-form story I cooked up years ago #but I can't escape my mind that'll spin a story snippet like a rotisserie chicken until it's so fancy I have to actually Work for it #not sure I quite know yet how to keep things low-pressure for myself lmao

[candyunicornsateme]

Kenny wants to show Kyle the stars again and says “I want to show you something” and takes him into the woods at night and after about 10 steps in Kyle’s like “This would be really creepy if I didn’t know you”

#k2 #sp k2 #i think even if kenny is a total sweetheart he is unintentionally creepy at times #send post thats it #rimble ramble #um. what if I just threw random snippets and thoughts into the void #once in awhile? like? #you know only 10 ppl will see anyways and will prob forget it #IF I do end up expanding on this idea in drawing or fic form....IF! IFFFF #idk if ill leave this up tho lmao may save it for a rainy day when #im between projects #whispers...my secret is ive still been outlining a fic recently #also its funny to assume my idea is that good that its a spoil to just share it #but ive had so many i never shared for YEARS LIKE...no one is around forever :( #so many missed opportunities for yrs cuz I was poor stressed and tired #south park

[pyrriax]

pyrr pyrriax is significantly less productive when it spends several hours just bouncing between vcs in pursuit of human interaction

#haunted ecosystem #i spent the last several hours just chilling muted in a vc with a few people i dont really Know but we're friendly so it works #bonus was playing on an mc server at the same time and immediately making it my goal to harass jack #i got caught in a self-instated death loop trying to get him to free my corpse from his claim PDVNDJK #however: i now have an area where i get to set up a farm and become a beast (spend several hours lost in farmer's delight) #its okay its better than the average of like 11 hour calls #i write significantly less when i'm being social and not just in my little hole in the wall scribbling random concepts #also i need to read more fic to get my brain going again since currently i am lacking in things kicking around in my skull #aside from a concerning amount of oc stuff that will likely never see the light of day beyond ocassional snippet posts #im planning to work on a few projects i just also need to. not have things i need to work on #im working on a gift fic thats a little late but i just need to Come Up With Something

[skinnypaleangryperson]

Anyone else relate to the raw, straight mentally ill type randomized art in this show

#this is a snapshot of one of the countless amounts of random images and scenarios that flies through my head every day #honestly this episode in general is what my headspace is like a lot of the time #I'll literally just come up with random little snippets of extreme drama or melancholy to process my emotions and then I'll go back to doing #something casual as if nothing happened #must have something to do with mania #rick and morty

[wardenred]

Flufftober 3: "Wait, you love me?"

Tales from the Witch House is one of my oldest stories/settings that keeps growing out of control, changing directions, sprouting new characters and plotlines, and generally being a wild urban fantasy kitchen sink thing that refuses to stick to one shape. Some of the characters keep staying the same though. Like Tim and Leo, my favorite chaotic anxious fuck-ups in love.

The city was creeping up closer and closer to the Witch’s House. It wasn’t so evident if you stuck to the kitchen whose windows faced the desolate closed courtyard, or the living room that had no windows at all. Maybe if Leo was still only an occasional guest in this place, he would be able to pretend that this wasn’t happening. That the House’s borrowed time wasn’t running out. But he was now living under this leaking roof, sharing a room with Tim, and every time he passed the window with its sheer curtains, he caught a glimpse of the street on the other side of the barbed wire fence. What used to be a boring gray patch of asphalt and concrete, a border drawn between the House and the railway track, now brimmed with life. Streetlamps shone brightly through the evening fog, and the buildings were littered with signs for take-out venues, mom-and-pop shops, and other small businesses.

The Witch's House used to be an island drifting off the edge of the world. Now, it felt like a sinking ship about to crash into the shoreline.

Behind Leo’s back, the door hinges screeched. “The new guy is awful,” Tim complained.

Leo smirked, turning away from the window. “You say it about every new person.” It was a relief, really, to get this reminder that their broken boat was still getting new passengers. If the Witch kept letting people in, that could only mean she didn’t expect for the whole project to collapse any moment, right?

“Yes, but this one is particularly awful! He just called Tyssa a ‘buxom babe.’ Who talks like that?”

“The new guy, apparently,” Leo said. He hopped up to sit on the edge of the shabby, scratched desk, squeezing himself between Tim’s laptop and the ancient lamp with its dragonfly-patterned fabric shade. None of the mismatched chairs in the room offered much comfort for his lanky frame. The sunken armchair in the corner was occupied by Tim’s guitar and a stack of laundry they really needed put away. 

He supposed he could go plop down on the bed, like Tim just did. Except that was the thing: Tim was already there, stretched over the faded blue comforter, his toes nudging at the low table tucked between the bed and the door, the one with the record player and a stack of dusty vinyls they never played. It would be the easiest thing in the world to come join him, tuck himself against Tim, take a peek at whatever he was scrolling through on his phone, steal a kiss or two.

Get hopelessly late for work as a result.

“I have looked up ‘buxom’ in the dictionary,” Tim proclaimed, “and I have serious suspicions the guy is sexist, stuck-up, and old-fashioned.”

“The way you say it makes the last part sound like the worst of his crimes.”

Tim let out an over-the-top groan. “Love. Please. Take me seriously.”

The endearment made Leo freeze. He dug his fingers into the edge of the desk and forced a smile in place of the real one that had dimmed. “That’s really an impossible request.” He was speaking lightly, right? Just joking around. Tim wasn’t going to notice any weirdness.

Tim tossed the phone on Leo’s pillow and turned to his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “Is something wrong?”

Crap. Why was he getting so perceptive lately? Leo drew a breath. We did promise each other to be honest, he reminded himself. Maybe it was his turn to start.

“Nothing! Absolutely nothing.” Yup. Perfect start there. His suddenly damp palm slid uncomfortably against the unevenly polished wooden surface. “It’s just—I like all the pet names and stuff, all right? But, um. Maybe save this particular one for, for when you really mean it.”

Which was probably never, and he had now successfully stuffed his foot in his mouth again, and Tim was going to—

“But I do love you.”

Leo’s train of thought crushed into a wall of rock-solid confusion.

“You... love me.”

Tim sat up slowly, his brow furrowed. “Well, yeah? I mean, I always have. Like, literally always? From that very first night in the club? Come on, you must know. Everyone knew before I did.”

“I—” But this didn’t make any sense. What did he mean, everyone knew? Yes, of course, now that Leo thought about it, there had been all those jokes. Karolina needling Tim about being oh so smitten, Gella making cutesy faces. Xan’s exaggerated eyerolls. Agnia’s grumbling.

Leo thought those jokes had been at his expense.

“You... didn’t know,” Tim stated. He sounded kind of lost.

“Well, you never said! And the way you were acting around me, up until the last time we got back together—” Leo forced himself to shut up. There was no use rehashing it. Those old hurts were scabbing over just fine. The two of them had sorted it all out, hadn’t they? They were literally living together. He was here to stay. The past didn’t matter.

Tim had the grace to look sheepish. “Well, yeah, I was an ass, I know. But that was precisely because I was trying to come to terms with—ugh. Why am I so bad at this?” He dragged his fingers through his dark hair, and then suddenly, adorably, he was babbling. “Listen, I’m a coward, okay? I met you once, and I couldn’t think of anything else. And then we kept, um, meeting, and every second with you was like stars colliding. Yes, I know! It sounds sappy and stupid! But that’s how it felt. How it still feels. So I chickened out and tried to act like you weren’t important, because at that time, I was still fucked-up. I mean, I’ll probably always be fucked-up, that’s like, my style! But when we met, I still believed wanting something openly was the surest way to never get it. And I’ve never, ever wanted anything the way I want to be with you.”

Leo decided his shift could wait.

#warden's random scribbles #writeblr #original fiction #snippet #flufftober2023 #day 03 #writers on tumblr #my writing #flash fiction #achillian #romance #urban fantasy #long overdue confessions #tales from the witch house #tim and leo

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

#nimona #nimona netflix #netflix #netflix movie #nimona ballister #ballister boldheart #random snippets of my day

[dearyuomi]

an excerpt from my unnamed & heavily unfinished lyney fic:

Thin, frail hands reached out to grab hold of the brass knob that was cold to the touch, slowly twisting and pushing open the grand doors. Their deafening sound disrupts the unperturbed silence of the other room. At first, Lyney is hesitant to continue further in. The lack of human presence indirectly urged him to turn back and find Lynette.

However, as his curious eyes wander across the hall that appears to stretch on for what seemed like several miles, he unknowingly finds himself walking forward. The plush carpet below softening his footsteps as he gazes in awe at the room’s emanate opulence: pedestals where pristine ceramic vases sat upon holding flowers, modest paintings of pleasant fields or mountains of solitude, and the array of tall windows that filter in ample sunlight through draping curtains.

Though he walks a good distance away from such novel furnishings, he continues to remain careful for the unknown fear that he may accidentally knock something over. Forget damaging—he may as well leave a stain on this place with his own breath.

Wavering footsteps eventually recede to a halt as his eyes catch sight of a particular painting.

Gilded in gold, it depicts a woman elegantly sitting upon a throne. Her black gloved hands rest leisurely upon her lap, contrasting her straight and refined posture. Rose gold hair styled in a loose braid that falls seamlessly down her shoulder, complimenting her poised sea-green eyes. Though she displayed a cordial smile akin to that of a loving mother, something about her gaze unsettled Lyney. Like it held a glint of rancor that most would not perceive.

Stationed beside this painting, was another more distinguishable portrait. It portrayed yet another woman of equal eminence, if not more. But even at a mere glance, it was obvious she held more eccentricities about her. She sat upon the throne as though it were any other seat: one leg crossed over the other and cheek languidly resting upon her hand, further emphasizing her impartial demeanor. Layered black and white hair that extends almost down to her shoulders on one side and—her eyes.

They are not ones Lyney has ever seen before. Black as a moonless night with striking red pupils shaped like “X’s.” Compared to the previous woman, this one evidently held a more daunting presence, even within the confines of a painting. Yet despite such looming authority, something about her held more sincerity. For what exactly, Lyney has no clue.

All he knows is that should he ever come face to face with such a woman, he would undoubtedly take her words as they are, without question.

Gradually peeling his eyes away from the paintings, Lyney’s gaze then landed upon another item of interest, one that stood at the center of the room and that he’s surprisingly failed to notice until now—a grand piano.

Approaching the instrument, Lyney’s eyes examine its spotless condition. Free of any marks or scratches as his fingers gently grazed along the black and white keys before taking a seat. He plays one note, and then another, the soft sound managing to echo throughout the entire hall. He definitely shouldn’t be touching this, his mind tells him. Though his actions speak otherwise. Slowly positioning his hands on the keys, Lyney begins to play.

It’s a melancholic tune that plays, but one so cathartic it brings the world to a standstill. He was never one to find great enjoyment in playing such an instrument. Lynette had often told him to put such talents to greater use, perhaps performing in the grandest of stages like the Opera Epiclese, but Lyney never indulged those possibilities.

Such an opportunity should only be granted to those who have a true passion for playing a beautiful instrument like the piano. Not someone like him who only used it as a means to get by.

“What are you doing?” A stringent voice cuts through the somber melody, immediately making Lyney’s hands flinch away from the keys and head dart at the person standing a few feet away. Their expression mirrored their tone of voice: cold and apathetic. Had they been here this entire time?

Upon receiving no response, their eyes narrow at him. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Lyney!” He blurts out immediately, shooting up from his seat that almost knocks over the stool behind him. He winces a bit at the commotion he’s now caused. “I mean–my name. My name is Lyney…”

“...Lyney?” The person repeats, voice dripping with doubt and ready to suspect him of hiding his true identity. But then there’s a pause and Lyney watches as their face morphs from a look of ponder to a scowl before they speak again. “Oh. So you’re the one “Father” talked about bringing in.”

#── ꒰📍꒱ؘ 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘬 .ᐟ #woohoo new tag for my random writing vomits! #im thinking of potentially documenting my journey of writing this fic on here by posting random snippets/previews of stuff i come up … #*with #during the whole process that is trying to figure out how the hell this story will play out #hypothetically speaking this excerpt comes from the unofficial chapter two part of the series #i thankfully have a few things established already both character + world building wise annd one example is that in this story … #the house of the hearth serves as both a palace of sorts and an orphanage meaning yes this is a royal au but are we surprised fr #instead of just being director of the orphanage they are also rulers themsleves of a kingdom i have yet to determine #previews acensions works similar to how it was hinted at in arle’s animation short but changed under the new director #the details of which i’m still in the process of brainstorming! hmm other random details to include: its a lyney x reader fic obv #an enemies to lovers dynamic lots of potential angst and drama yippee #that’s about all i can say for now because well..thats all i have atm😭so here’s to day 1 of yuomi’s lyney fic journey~

[2smolbeans]

Personal ramble, but you ever had food so good you just wanna write about it in one of your stories in great detail??

Like I know, usually I tend to write more intense yan stuff-

But I wanna also write like some domestic parts of it. Like cooking meals, going out, and doing activities to kinda get into the feel of the world surrounding that scenario.

Y'know?? Idk lol- I just need an excuse to write and describe EVERY DETAIL on how fucking good that food aaaaaa--

#like a few days ago my dad made me try Coxinha and Pastel and cant stop thinking about it #and yesterday my grandma from my mom's side made Bún riêu and that was the final straw #like AHJWJD food is so GOOD AAHEJWJ #so it kinda made me realise that i wanna start implenting little snippets of (ig) home foods/cultural foods #as a way to kind of get in touch with my culture again #in my personal oc writings because why not?? my characters are apart of me ig?? lolol #also for context I'm viet and Lebanese #and also grew up with a strong brazillian cultural bg since my dad's side are brazillian immigrants #but I was also raised in canada #so I'm still learning and trying to get in touch with that side of me y'know?? #so idk yeah! #anyways gonna go back to reading fanfics while I'm on break #i just wanted to get that out my system #also random statement..Marcos Valle is goated. thats it. i will not elaborate any further #2smolbeans ramble

[eyivibyemi]

✧ I won’t really write descriptions for these, but see original post tags for explanation/commentary on the song snippet ✧

#beepo tag #silly.. I've been doing more improvising random nonsensical lyrics in english rather than just gibberish languages recently. I think maybe #because I've been feeling kind of sick so when I do get the chance to sit down and record a bunch of little 10 min of effort #snippets in a day - my main goal is less experimenting with sounding interesting fantasy choir stuff (what #I used to do more often.. like thinking about layering lots of voices and sounding like an elven lullaby or something) #and more just 'I feel bad I just want to mess around and make myself laugh' etc. #I do still have some more Serious Fantasy Choir drafts saved and such but I've been gravitating more towards #like 'old man singing about cheese' just because it amuses me ghbj #ANYWAY.. if all of my goofy song snippets seem to just be silly shitpost type stuff more recently.. this is why perhaps #In my Goofy Era... (also my Kazoo era still.. though is it really an era if it's foundational to my being? (which kazoo is)) #though at the end of the day I will still always love a little elven choir... sometimes one simply must get silly with it

[fortune-maiden]

I was reading your hc for pei ming adopting meng yao and i was wondering if you'd ever write a fic on it or if you had any more ideas abt it?

Hi Anon

Thank you! I'm happy to hear you enjoyed those ramblings ^///^

I'd love to write a fic about this but I'm currently on a semi-hiatus from writing and generally do not have a good track record at longer fic (which I feel this idea would be), so it's not really likely to happen sorry

As for this idea, I have these two posts (not sure if you saw both of them) and the general fic idea in my head goes one of two ways:

either leaning more into the mdzs side of things with Pei Ming accidentally derailing the plot by giving Meng Yao a much more stable backing and less need for murder (not really sure how this derail looks like past the initial birthday party, but the implications for Sunshot could be fun to think about it if MY has no reason to join the Wen. Or alternatively, a JGS who is forced to be nice to his son under threat of divine wrath)

or leaning more into the tgcf side where Meng Yao becomes a deputy god and is left in charge of heaven's bureaucracy. this version either turns into a crackfic (MY uses his competence/murder prowess for good at the tgcf cast's expense) or somehow becomes even more tragic (the 3T are kind of using him even if they're much nicer about it than JGS).

#random tgcf thoughts #maybe i can do snippets or something one day #in general though if anyone wants to write a story like this my only request is that you send me a link so I can read it too :D #for another crackfic route (for some reason the 3T inspire a lot of crackfic for me) #the 3T decide to send JGS dreams Xmas Carol style in an attempt to help MY (PM) and mess around (LW & SWD) and this has side effects #pm & swd share a vice with jgs while lw has been a victim of men like him. so it's interesting to think about #pei ming adopts meng yao au #tgcf #Pei Ming #jin guangyao