#woosh writes

[were-changing-cake-vaults]

See, the thing is, Grian isn’t lying when he says that the snails aren’t his doing.

He gets why people are saying that; the timeline of him finally getting the stupid book and the snails emerging from the sea line up near-perfectly, as if they were another manic machination of his boredom. It’s also the fact that they just straight up came out of the sea, or at least should’ve- he swears up and down that the pink one shot down from the sky, he saw it with his own two eyes. But, considering he doesn’t control the sky, the pink snail cannot be his doing at the very least. And the teal one? The one that people are calling his snail? He just found it after a particularly stormy night, chilling on the docks, and he found it just so damn cute that he took it as a pet. Both of those aren’t Grian’s fault. They can’t be, by that logic.

But honestly, by now, he’s getting a little worried about the snails, in either case of his innocence with them. He’ll be the first to admit that he’s not the sanest person on the Hermitcraft server—he’s not sure who is, really, when everyone has their own things going on—particularly within the past few weeks, if the beard and book count as indication. His memory has been a little foggy for a while, so it very well could’ve been him putting snails everywhere, and he just flat-out forgot for one reason or another. Though, that doesn’t seem likely- he’s strong, but not strong enough to haul a giant snail out of the sea and onto a literal freight train, nor does he have the patience to meticulously choose snails that are sturdy enough to replace the wheels. That had to be a meticulous and pre-planned process, something Grian doesn’t really have the time for.

This leaves him with three conclusions: if it is him behind the snail acts, he’s not the only thing occupying his body. If it isn’t, well, there’s still something causing the snails to make their way through the works of Magic Mountain, and it certainly isn’t another hermit, based on their reactions. If it’s a mix of both—considering he’s found himself freeing snails from the cages Scar put them in without remembering how he got there—then the snails aren’t so cute anymore, and Grian’s just about ready to—

To—

He’s just—

Where was he?

Right. The snails. They’re not his doing, pinky promise. Grian got his book, he filled the prophecy, and he’s stopped fishing like it’s his last day on earth. The bit is over. He’s moved on- why would he beat a dead horse into the ground like that? Sure, he can still smell rot wafting from the river, but he’s Gem’s neighbor, and she’s got that whole fish horror thing going on, so it very well could be her. Nevermind the fact that they were eating her lighthouse, and she wouldn't do that to her own hard work. And sure, she came to him when a snail chose her--the way he said it would--but she was probably under the assumption that it was his, just like everyone else. It wasn’t. He’s sure it wasn’t.

The snails would explain his white-hot anger at Scar’s little cooking prank; the way Grian’s skin felt like it was burning every time he looked at the pan. How, despite knowing that his friend was just messing with him, every instinct was telling him to kill him where he stood, no mercy. How it felt like the same seething rage he felt when Scar had fished up a copy of the book weeks prior, and he’d done that very thing. And maybe, just maybe, it would explain how sometimes, on the nights where his dreams are the most vivid and gross, he wakes up in the Chamber, positioned as if in a prayer.

But if it is…

A streak of fear runs up his spine. The weather, despite his dedication to the sea released, is still stormy and grey. The water is still murky and washing slime up onto his shores. The dreams of the book haven’t stopped, despite him clutching it like a rosary on even good days. The whispers of the wind are an angry, menacing thing in his ear. He thought it would be over once he got what he wanted. He thought it would be enough to satisfy whatever the ocean needed from him.

There is a rod in his hands, he realizes. He throws it as far away as he can. It lands next to a clump of snails, who all turn to look at him with an otherworldly menace in their pitch black eyes.

Just what has he released onto his home?

#oceans calling au #grian #hermitcraft #geminitay #goodtimeswithscar #woosh writes #ITS BACK BAYBEEEEEEE #YOU THOUGHT OCEANS CALLING WAS DONE? LOL. LMAO EVEN #Gem said ‘there’s something in the water’ and I went OH IS THERE #is this kinda terrible? yeah. doesn’t matter. #anyways enjoy

[wooshofficial]

Hello trafficblr and rtumblr I wrote a thing about shoving RT into the life series. Text version below the read more.

I believe the world is coming to an end, or else I guess I’m gonna pretend

Chapter 1: Second Canary

“Dirt shack, huh?”

Martyn stares at him and his bare approximate of a base with judgment. He frowns back.

“You expect anything else from me?”

“Not particularly,” Martyn admits with a shrug. “Rest of the group is gonna give you more grief for it than I am, though.”

At that, he flinches a little. Flicks his wrist to check his cufflinks. Hopes the nervousness doesn’t show on his face before he steels it and takes a few careful steps towards Martyn, who’s fiddling with an enchanted iron sword in his right hand.

“They can think whatever they want of me, Martyn.”

The man in the green shirt laughs to himself. “Keep telling yourself that, man. Tell me that when it’s session five, and you’re on red with no one as an ally. Grian’s already suspicious of you, you know.”

The look in Martyn’s eyes and the thinly veiled threat makes him pull out his own sword- diamond, lacking the purple gleam of an enchantment. His expression doesn’t change, but his eyes flicker with anger.

“Grian doesn’t know me.”

“Grian is the game master, and took a lot of convincing to bring you here. Biding your time may be your strategy, but it gets you nowhere with him.”

“Biding my time wins me the game.”

There’s a moment of silence, both men heavy in their iron armor weighed with tension. It’s broken by Martyn, who laughs again, sighs, and turns on his heel to walk away.

“Keep telling yourself that, Daniel!” Martyn calls over his shoulder as he makes his way into the thick forest, “They’re gonna start calling you the Second Canary!”

And with that, the green shirt man disappears into the thicket, leaving him alone with his dirt shack.

Daniel checks his cufflinks again. Still green. Thank god.

#woosh writes #traffic smp #rtgame #inthelittlewood #life series au #trafficblr #rtumblr #I’m sorry I passed out and suddenly there were 500 words in a Google doc #look I had to. I had to. you understand #no one show this to the actual lifers I think I will scream #anyways enjoy

[whatwooshkai]

US legal drinking age (21) for heatwave!!! if possible. youre so cool sending asks to you scares me so i do it anonymously

"Is something wrong?"

Heatwave's helm snaps up at Optimus Prime. "Absolutely nothing!" he says too quickly, cringing at the way his voice cracks. "I'm fine. Totally fine."

Optimus narrows his optics. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Right," Heatwave says softly. He looks away, but Optimus doesn't stop staring at him.

It feels like the Prime is looking right through him, and Heatwave can't seem to shake the feeling that he knows.

Heatwave doesn't want him to know.

"Heatwave," Optimus says again, firmer, as he crouches down in front of Heatwave, who takes an automatic step back. Optimus' finials flick back slightly. Just like Chase's. Huh. "Are you sure nothing is wrong? I can have you talk to Ratchet."

"Nothing is wrong," Heatwave says firmly.

"Something is different?" Optimus tries. His finials flick again.

Heatwave's about to answer when something creeps at the corner of his vision, and he can't help the way his optics flick to the side even through he knows it's not real.

Optimus' gaze follows his, and Heatwave cringes. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

"It's nothing," he tries. "Just... thought I saw something."

Optimus looks at him like he doesn't believe him, but nods anyways as he stands up. "Very well. Let us go."

I want you to let me join your team, Heatwave thinks, lagging behind slightly as they start walking again. I want to protect you. How am I supposed to protect you when I can barely protect my own rescue bots?

I've seen you die.

And worse, I think you know that.

#do not be afraid to send me asks #in fact be emboldened to send me asks #my favorite notifs to get #maccadam #transformers #transformers rescue bots #tfrb #tfrb heatwave #optimus prime #writing #woosh answers #thanks for the ask!! #ask game #heatwave ask game #smoke and mirrors au

[hwatermelons]

seonghwa ⋆ 7:00 a.m.

⋆ between your business trips and his tour schedule, you and seonghwa have to find time to be together for a brief respite, before you go another couple months apart. ⋆ 0.5k words ⋆ bf!seonghwa x gn!reader ⋆ fluff ⋆ warnings: none :) ⋆ now playing: <jill barber - entre nous>

╭──────────────────────────.★..─╮ your eyes have been following the lines of the sun's rays through the open blinds for a while, and by now they've traveled down the wall to the dresser. one by one, iridescent sparkles reflect off the glass vases on top, dappling the room's walls with tiny rainbows as the light glistens through the faceted material. you take a deep breath, and are greeted with the warm scent of the man currently holding your waist hostage in his sleep.

seonghwa tucks his head more firmly into the crook of your neck, sighing when he's satisfied with his position. it tickles a little, and you have to stifle your laughter for fear of waking him up.

how long has it been since you had time to enjoy a morning like this together? between your business trips and his busy tour schedule, the only times you'd been able to see each other were when you happened to be in the same country at the same time. last time, you'd met in a small bakery tucked away in the streets of paris, seonghwa's face hidden behind a mask and carefully styled hair crushed under a beanie. the disguise did nothing to fool you, however. because how could you not recognize the stars lighting up his eyes the moment they met yours across the street? and the constellations dancing in his irises as he rushed across and crashed into you with a hug? how could you not feel like you'd finally come home when he spun you around in the tight embrace, despite being thousands of miles from the house you shared?

but that was months ago, and that shot of sweetness from the bakery was fading away. since then, seonghwa had been all over europe and you'd been everywhere but where he was, and it was eating at both of you. so when you found out you'd be going to the same city as their next stop, the first thing you did is book a hotel room for the days leading up to the concert. five minutes together in a public space, not even being able to see his smile due to a mask, was not nearly going to be enough this time. you needed to really hold him, and spend time with him, and let him rest for a good couple of nights under your care to ease the physical and mental stress of touring.

so that's where you were now, your first morning in the hotel room, and more importantly your first morning together in nearly a year.

you smile down into his hair, breathing in more of his conditioner, which he always brought with him so he wouldn't be subjected to the hotel's products. seonghwa hums in response to you shifting under his head, the sound a little deeper than his regular voice. it reverberates through your chest, and your heart melts. it had been so long.

tomorrow night, he'll be winning over a crowd of tens of thousands with that angelic voice. and then you'll have to say your goodbyes yet again, and you'll have to come to terms with the fact that you won't see each other for another four months. but all of it's worth it, because until tomorrow night comes, he's no one else's but yours. ╰─..★.──────────────────────────╯ ⋆ likes/reblogs appreciated ⋆ do not repost ⋆ taglist: @mazeinthemiroh

#what's this? me writing?? #definitely not; in fact i'm not even here! #*wooshes away before you can ask any questions* #also i need more businessperson!reader x bf!seonghwa #or any traveling job reader x any idol on tour really #snatching brief moments together in aesthetic places all around the world #and then each of them leaving to slay in their own fields #the most wholesome power couple ever 😌 especially if it's with seonghwa #veggietales #<- my writing tag #misc tags (don't look at these): #ateez #atiny #ateez fluff #fluff #ateez x reader #seonghwa #park seonghwa #imagines #kpop imagines #ateez imagines #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa x reader #ateez imagine #kpop #kpop timestamps #kpop drabbles #park seonghwa x reader #ateez/reader

[cieric-of-chaos]

Hear me out.....a Scarlet Witch Solo movie.... directed by Guillermo del Toro

#I don't know if he can fix the horrible characterization they to her but a girl can dream ig... #neil gaiman writing the script.... #yeah i Know this looks impossible... #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #guillermo del toro #i trust him with wanda's character... #like imagine wanda actually doing an actual spells instead of just wishy wooshing... #mcu #mcu sucks #wanda ramblings

[krillbobby]

This is my first time drawing anthropomorphic animals, or animals at all so'scuse me if they look a lil wonky. ::}

#art #digital art #illustration #my art #anthro #water #water go woosh #splooosh wow much water #is there a limit? #holy cow I can just write anything #WATER #furry art #furry #furry?? no. I swear I'm not one #or am i #nick wilde #bro made my friends think I'm a furry #oh my fucking god #I can just keep writing #this is what makes us girls #what was that last tag?? #cute

[elisedonut]

I want more of those fics where multiple Percy ships are tagged where perciver is not actually end game

gimmie more perciver as friendly exes who still care about each other a ton but just are not together anymore or something

I've seen it like once? with Sexetera, Ad infinitum but considering that's the first fic I can remember reading that was Percy focused i don't think i got the true enjoyment of it that i would of had if i had read it later on after I started to have opinions

#percy weasley #I do like Perciver for anyone who doesn't know or havent seen me before i dont want that to get twisted and lost in this #i say this out of affection i promise #but i love the lots of people have a crush on Percy concept #and my general love for unexpected pairings and finding it just funny when things go in an unexpected direction #means ofc I would want more of this sort of thing #maybe ill write something like this at some point #if i could think of a concept thats not too love triangle/square-y #probs would just end up being a misunderstanding of some kind ngl #maybe something like i did in Essays & Crystals where its unclear but could be Oliver but then woosh the rug gets pulled out from under the #obv obv it would be tagged and such but i find the concept very funny #oh you thought this was Perciver? well it was actually random side character number 34 thank you

[kellystar321]

.

#periodical life updates #genuinely about to write a whole post explaining wxs ship dynamics because they ALL work well together. i love them <33 #i have a LOT to say about emurui specifically. i know the big ship in this group. i get it! people /love/ the gays. but emurui is so cool #from the small things (rui understands what emu means when she says ''BANG-POP-WOOSH!'') to big things (their parallel arcs in WxS) #just! nene and tsukasa going to be big worldly actors and emu and rui curling in on the memories in the bubble of the wonderstage #how long will it last. how long do they still have together. they don't want to hold their friends back but this was everything to them. #do you THINK ABOUT THEM!! believe me i love every connection in this polycule but i need more people to think about emurui hdkjdh #anyway moving on. i have lgbt club tomorrow and a bunch of deadlines are definitely closing in :/ ive got a lot to do and i DONT WANT TO. #i definitely want to start the queue up again ive got a lot of things in there i want to reblog <33 #i want to start on that eca comic again. waughh theres a lot. there's always a lot. oh well. we'll get through it. #idk what else to update on other than ''im really busy'' ''i'll restart queue'' and ''i think emurui is cool'' so i guess thats it!! #see u ily!!

[onlygenxhere]

juke 42 + 60 for the prompts 🫶🏼

Luke and Julie were finally alone.

It had been a long day of meetings and they’d had very little alone time in well over a month.

Julie lay back against Luke taking a sip of her wine as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders holding her close. “I think we need a vacation.” She took another sip of her drink and sighed, “Just the two of us.”

He gently took her glass from her and took his own sip of the red liquid before placing it on the table beside them. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb for a moment just taking in the beautiful women he was lucky enough to have in his life, and in his arms, before leaning forward to kiss her.

Julie ran her hand up his chest to his shoulder and then up behind his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

They were really getting into it, making out like a couple of teenagers when there was a loud crash from upstairs and they broke apart with a gasp.

“What the fuck was that?”

They looked at each other for another moment when they finally heard a young voice say, “Mom?”

“Shit,” Julie breathed out under her breath as they both jumped up and rushed to the stairs.

Their twelve year old daughter Violet was standing at the top wringing her hands.

“Violet?”

“Everything’s fine.” She nodded quickly and tried to smile. “Just a slight accident, we’ve got it under control.”

“All of you are supposed to be in your rooms if not asleep.” Luke started up the stairs with Julie coming up behind him.

Violet tried and failed not to roll her eyes. “It’s summer, no one is asleep dad.”

Luke stopped at the top of the stairs and frowned at his daughter, “Even Rocky?”

She snickered and then stopped when she saw her mother’s face. “Um, he’s the one that came to get me and Logan.”

“To do what exactly?” Julie crossed her arms and gave her oldest a hard look.

“Well…” she started and then there was another crash followed by a scream and all three of them ran down the hall to the bathroom.

Luke threw open the door to see one of the makeup mirrors broken on the floor as well as the girl’s makeup caddy dumped over and its contents scattered across the room.

That must have been the most recent crash because both their ten year old Logan and their four year old Rocky were sitting up on the counter staring down at the mess on the floor in horror.

Logan’s arms and face were painted entirely blue and Rocky had so much glitter on his face he practically looked like a disco ball.

“Okay… this looks bad.” Violet said peeking around them into the chaos.

Luke looked down at Julie who was biting her lip trying not to laugh. If she started laughing, he was going to start laughing and they had to be parents right now and not laugh, at least not yet.

He pulled Violet around him and sat her up on the counter with her siblings so she didn’t step in the mess. “Explain.”

Logan and Violet started talking over each other at the same time but he and Julie managed to decipher out the gist of it.

Apparently this had all started when Rocky came in their room unable to sleep because they’d been talking about cosplaying Steven Universe for the last week and he wanted to see if they really could paint Logan blue like Sapphire.

Julie held up a hand to stop their explanation. “Ok, but then why is Rocky covered in glitter?”

Their son grinned at them. “I look all shiny!”

Luke pursed his lips and looked down at his wife whose eyes were sparkling with mirth. She swallowed her smile with a sigh and turned back to their children. “Ok, so here’s what we’re going to do.” She took a careful step in the room and picked up Rocky handing him over to Luke.

Oh goodie now he got to be covered in glitter too.

“You’re going to take your son to our bathroom and get him cleaned up and back to bed.” She nodded at him and he almost said ‘yes boss’ but the kids thought it was funny when he called Julie boss and this was not the time to be making jokes.

He was the dad here after all.

He and Julie would probably laugh about this until they couldn’t breathe later when they finally had time alone to talk again.  

“Violet and I are going to clean this up while Logan jumps in the shower and works on getting that blue off.”

“Ugh mom,” Violet whined.

Julie stopped her whining with a look. “I know you hate being the oldest sometimes but you are and while it’s not your responsibility to police your siblings you could have come and gotten us.” She pointed down at the broken mirror on that floor. “Someone could have gotten cut on that.”

Both girls’ eyes ticked up to their little bother in his arms. As much as he annoyed them sometimes they loved him like little mama bears.  

Julie gave Logan a hard look, “The only reason you’re not helping is because I don’t want you staining your sheets blue.”

Both girls sighed and nodded.  

Julie turned to him and bopped Rocky on the nose. “And your daddy is going to have a talk with you about being up after bed time and roping your sisters into something that could have waited till tomorrow.”

Rocky nodded at Julie wrapping his arms tighter around his neck. “I’m sorry mami.”

“I know,” She smiled at him and both he and his son smiled back at her. “Ok, off with you two.” She turned away from them and shut the door so Logan could get in the shower.

“Ok, buddy,” Luke sighed, “Let’s get cleaned up.”

It took just as long as Luke expected to get the majority of the glitter off his son which was about five times longer than a normal bath. Just when he thought he had him clean he’d see another sparkle.

“Rocky, I am banning all glitter and things with glitter in them from this house.” He growled making his son laugh as he rinsed him off for the fifth time.

Rocky blinked water droplets off his eyelashes and smiled at him. “I like the way the glitter sparkles. It’s cool!”

He couldn’t help smiling at his son’s enthusiasm for shiny things. “Ok, maybe we can find some glittery nail polish or something.”

“Oh yeah! I bet Uncle Alex or Aunt Flynn have some!” Rocky bounced.

“I bet they do.” He laughed and shook his head. Thinking they’d probably gladly take his son shopping for glitter nail polish. “Come on buddy let’s get out I think you’re as clean as you’re going to get tonight.”

“Aw, do I gotta?”

“Yes you gotta,” he laughed again grabbing a towel and draping it over his shoulders and then wrapping it around his body tightly as he pulled him from the water.

“Bad and naughty children get wrapped up in the blanket burrito for their crimes.”

Rocky was abnormally quiet as Luke dried him off.

“Am I really bad daddy?” he asked in a small voice as Luke rubbed at his hair.

He stopped and really looked at Rocky who was tearing up. “No, buddy you’re not bad.” Luke pulled him into a hug. “You just made a bad choice tonight that’s all.” He wiped the few tears that fell as Rocky nodded at him. “Maybe next time you can’t sleep because your head is too full of ideas you come find me or mami?”

“Ok daddy.” He sniffed. “I’m sorry the mirror got broken.”

“It’s ok,” Luke kissed him on the forehead. “I’m glad no one got hurt.”

He stood and scooped Rocky up in his arms. “Maybe you could help your sisters out with their chores tomorrow as a thank you for cleaning up the mess tonight.”

Rocky laid his head on his shoulder finally getting sleepy. “I can do that.”

“I know you can.” He said as he carried him down the hall to his room. “You’re getting so big.”

Rocky yawned, “I know.”

Luke laughed as he sat him on the bed and got him some clean pajamas and quickly helped him dress.

“Ok big guy bed time.”

Rocky didn’t argue as he climbed under the covers.

Another yawn escaped him as he snuggled down between his stuffed bear and turtle.

Luke knelt down beside the bed and ran a hand over his son’s head. “What are we going to do next time we can’t sleep?”

“Come find you or mami.” Rocky mumbled.

“That’s right.” Luke leaned over and gave him another kiss on the forehead. “Good night Rocky, I love you.”

“Night daddy, love you too.”

Luke stepped out into the hall shutting the door quietly behind him. The door to the girls’ bathroom was still shut. It would seem date night with his wife was canceled. He headed downstairs to clean up the wine and maybe look up some potential vacation destinations.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #writing prompt #dude this took longer and was way harder to write than it had any right to be. #woosh #this was the last ask #it was totally my brain's fault not the ask #happy juke jeudi!

[careful-fear]

( PROMPT ) — quiet, lick, ink

word count; 395 warnings; the smallest hint, allusion to, spicy webby site with previous prompts

Quincey pressed quill to paper and watched the ink spread, and spread, following the flow of his wrist, and knew the patterns meant something because he had been picturing them in his mind's eye for days, waiting for this very moment, but he was tired. The journey had been long, and lonely. His thighs ached. His eyes waned. But Quincey could not sleep, not just yet, else he'd curl into the sheets, into his god, and forget all else. Or he would wish for all else to cease existence, that he had no grimoire to fill and no people to fear. Quincey would lose himself in the fantasy of birdsong and loving arms and demand the world wait another day. So he wrote. Drew his complex symbols, immortalised forbidden power, and lingered briefly on the moonlight-soft figure in their bed.

Ink soaked into the pads of his fingers and smudged against the side of his hand. Stained him black and decay and all things his god wasn't. Shrike would stay pure-white innocent, and Quincey would stain further, and it was right.

"Quin," Shrike breathed into his ear. "You are being maudlin."

"And you are sneaking around again."

The sheets had pooled to the ground, unnoticed, and Shrike was kneeling at Quincey's back. Dirt would smudge them both before the bed was filled. Their hands sought out Quincey's waist, grip tight.

"What else is a god to do, when their love returns home in the dead of night and spurns their side in favour of a book?"

"They are patient, because their love is covered in ink and has not bathed for days."

Shrike buried their nose into Quincey's neck, where his pulse roared, "You have smelt worse."

Every nerve, raw and aching, soothed as Quincey laughed. This honesty, he adored it. Their touch, he could drown in it. And he did, relaxing until he was loose in Shrike's hold and his spine curved into their contours. He turned and ghosted his lips across the sharp jut of his god's cheekbone, catching the smooth press of soft strands along the way.

"I have missed you," Quincey said.

"And I am still missing you. Come to bed."

"But my hands--"

Shrike took Quincey's wrist in their hold, tugged, dipped their head, and Quincey's breath stuttered, eyes fluttered, at the wet silk of their tongue.

"Can be cleaned."

#cal writes something #shrike & thorn #writeblr #am love them #words once again went woosh #i have a few questions of the quality #but i had a need and a convenient prompt #'you could just write the actual story-' no

[fruti2flutie]

let's go, slowbro! (7/7)

summary: With every status change inflicted onto his Pokémon, Changbin finds himself inside Levanter's Pokémon Center to get them healed. There he meets Seungmin, the nurse on duty that has a Yamper's bark, a Gible's bite, and a quirky personality that makes Changbin feel like he's been dropped smack dab in battle.

Nevertheless, Seungmin is a fun guy to chat with, and Changbin looks forward to seeing him every time. But he can't explain the odd feelings that begin to develop as his stay at Levanter goes long: his heart going Rapidash-fast, his skin pinkening to the color of a Clefairy, his mind a jumbled mess whenever he enters the Center...

Maybe Changbin's Pokémon aren't the only ones being affected?

pairing: seungbin (seungmin/changbin)

rating: G

posted: march 31, 2024

———-

"So, do you have everything packed?"

In response to Changbin's question, Seungmin just stares at him, open-mouthed and blank. He's on the floor, surrounded by mountains of crumpled clothes: shirts and sweaters and socks inharmoniously spread about. His hair is a mess. He woke up an hour ago and hasn't brushed it, apparently using that as an excuse to stay inside and deal with... all this. At the foot of his bed, his backpack is completely empty.

(read on ao3)

#seungbin #fanfic #fanfiction #kim seungmin #seo changbin #stray kids #pokeskz au #accidentally bumped it to like 25k 🤡 #and now for my next trick i will fall off the internet & not write for a month *wooshes away*

[were-changing-cake-vaults]

Gem would like to pretend that things are normal around Magic Mountain.

Or, well, that everyone else is normal, and she’s keeping all the weirdness to herself. She’s the one who decided to go a little creepy this season, after all, and as far as she can tell, she’s the only one smelling the rot coming from the river. All her neighbors should be fine, and have only commented that her boat burns a lot of coal fumes that sort of reek. It’s definitely not rot, and things are normal for them, and they are decidedly abnormal for her.

Which is fine! Gem wants her friends safe! Sure, she’s been hearing weird gurgling noises from the flooded caves that line the beaches, but she’s probably just hallucinating. Or maybe Scar is smacking salmon heads on note blocks again, despite living on the other side of the mountain. And sure, Impulse died and came back completely washed of color, but that’s just a demise thing. It’s just the creepy she dragged along with her- Joel’s totally fine, and that’s enough evidence for her.

Well, it would be if not for the fact that the salmon she’s been getting from fishing are starting to look…strange, all sharp-finned and much slimier than normal. And the cod, too, have far too many gills, like gashes down their sides. Grian pulls up a fish one afternoon and Gem swears it’s got six eyes, but Grian only remarks them as “weird patterning” and shoves it right into the furnace for cooking.

He’s been eating a lot of fish, recently, straight from this very river, the one that smells of rot. Caught them all himself. He’s also been fishing a lot- Gem doesn’t know the last time he worked on his base. He keeps trying to dredge up a book. She asks him one day why he keeps going if he’s already got a ton of books from the water, and he sounds haggard when he replies:

“The book, Gem. I’m not looking for a book. I’m looking for the book. It’ll give me all the answers I need. I haven’t found it yet, but the ocean will provide for me. I know it’s the next one.”

Something in the way he looks at her makes her gut twist. His eyes are empty, glossed over, and she knows the joke is that he looks like a cod, but it’s- he’s different, now, washed out and shiny skin, little to no meat on his bones, bags like pits under his soulless eyes. Something about the way he phrased that—the ocean will provide for me—makes her spine recoil back, feet dragged backwards towards her boat. A fear-stricken laugh bubbles up Gem throat as she tries to remember the last time he wasn’t fishing. When was the last time he slept?

Come to think of it, when was the last time she slept? Isn’t there a warning for those who stay up too late?

And when she tells him it’s an addiction, Grian just laughs it off, throws his rod into the sea, and pats the seat next to him. And then there she is, fishing alongside him, like she was always doing. She was planning to do this, yes. More and more of Magic Mountain arrives, plus Etho, who brings along a disc to put them in the mood. It’s a swan song.

The ocean sings back. It gives her an image of a great tall lighthouse, cherished by watery angels, who dance around it. It gives her the size, the colors, the materials to recreate it in verse. She smiles. It tells them all to knock another hermit off the list of survivors. She grins.

Before turning to join the group on their quest, Gem looks into the water one last time. Staring back is a well-kept woman with long, shiny red hair.

There is a book in her hand.

#woosh writes #dredge spoilers #hermitcraft #geminitay #grian #magic mountain #oceans calling au #I HAD BRAINWORMS!!!! I! HAD! BRAINWORMS!!!! #sorry some elements here do have spoilers for the main twist in dredge so if you haven’t played or seen the game already this will spoil it #but cmon guys. cmon #this has been stuck in my head all day

[wooshofficial]

Martyn makes his way back to Baxter after the end of the session, only for there to be ghosts at his house.

Not the good ghosts, either- he saw Jimmy and Lizzie chasing each other around the Secret Keeper earlier, and Mumbo hovering around Grian as he called time. No, these are the wrong ghosts.

Three people sit on Baxter, staring down at him with glances ranging from pity to mania. Martyn holds a staring contest with the three before someone speaks up:

“Oh man, the lone wolf makes it back home, everyone! How do you guys think he’s feeling right now?” The voice that pipes up comes from the ghost on the right. They’re not human—a mouse, maybe a rat?—and they’re wearing a maid dress, which isn’t the weirdest part of this whole situation.

“I don’t know,” says the left ghost, lounging on Baxter’s ear and jingling bells on their jester outfit with the movement, “probably…alone. Angry.”

Martyn scowls at the clown and rat, building his way up to be level with the ghosts. “Who the hell are you?! What are you doing at my house?”

He gets no direct response, because of course he doesn’t. Because of course the Watchers would try to drive him insane with ghosts commenting on his current mental state and him unable to give his two cents. Instead, the right ghost looks at the left, who has continued to spread out on Baxter and make some very annoying jingling sounds.

“Angry is a definite. Guilty, probably. Hating himself, absolutely.”

What? No. This is a death game, people are going to die. Martyn knows this. He doesn’t blame or hate himself, thank you very much! He opens his mouth to debate, but-

“Oh, be nice to him, Rat. He just lost his buddies!” The middle ghost finally speaks up, swinging her legs and staring directly at him. She’s got orange skin and what looks like an anchor strapped across her back, which Martyn is confused at- both the fact that it’s there and the fact that he knows what it is. “Remember how I felt up until what, two months ago? Because of you, might I add.”

“I told you Lux, I didn’t know he would get permakilled!”

“Still-“

“I apologized!”

“Would you please get back to talking about me while you’re sitting on my goddamn house?”Martyn says, still at eye level with the three frankly absurd ghosts arguing in front of him, once again to no response. Anchor ghost—Lux—leans over and slaps the right ghost—Rat—straight across the face, and this is where Martyn would stop paying attention to the nonsense, except Rat just pulled out a monstrous looking scythe; and Jester Ghost is scrambling across Baxter’s head to be at their side with a similar weapon in their hand, jingling the whole way there; and Martyn is now checking his wrist tattoo to make sure his between-session immunity is working so he doesn’t die from this.

“Rat!” Lux ghost shouts, looking over towards Martyn, pity still in their eyes, “you’re scaring him!”

“You slapped me!” They follow Lux’s gaze to double the amount of staring in Martyn’s general direction, and Jester Ghost follows suit, with a manic smile on top. Rat ghost puts the scythe away with a sigh. “We’re getting off track. Lone wolf over there is exactly what it says on the tin. Lux gets that feeling, and I don’t because I am basically god.”

Martyn chooses to ignore that. Lux ghost just rolls their eyes.

“But,” Rat says, and Martyn is now sure that these ghosts are simply choosing to ignore him because he’s suddenly locked in another stare off, “what I know-“

“We all know,” adds the clown-

“-is payback. Sweet, beautiful, over the top payback.”

Lux nods. “And he knows it too, doesn’t he?”

“Everyone on this server knows payback,” Martyn mutters, mostly to himself. “Even Scar knows payback. Damn good at it too.”

The jester makes a tsk sound towards him, and that’s when he knows that the ghosts are definitely pretending he’s not there, besides the whole all-three-of-them-are-staring-directly-at-him thing. “Ah-ah, but there’s a difference between how they do it and we do it. When they do it, it’s very…”

“Vanilla?” Lux ghost supplies.

“Boring?” Rat ghost drawls.

The jester ghost ponders a moment, that manic grin still on their painted face, before answering: “Simple. This server only knows simple payback. Us, on the other hand, we’re grand. Dramatic!”

Sure, like Martyn could be more dramatic than spawning three withers, or blowing himself up to kill someone else, or breaking a truce to go on a murder spree and win the game entirely. Like that’s even possible. Like the Watchers would allow that sort of thing on top of all the curses.

“So?” Martyn chides, about two seconds away from leaving and just moving bases entirely. “What do any of you have to do with this?!”

“So,” Rat says, and they have finally stopped ignoring him, “be like us, Martyn. Don’t just go to war, be the war.”

“Fight like nothing else matters.”

“And revel in the catharsis when it’s done.”

And then all three of them start laughing, filling the air with the sounds of bells and chaos and violence before disappearing in the blink of an eye. In their place, a single stick of TnT, with a note tied to it:

A pipe bomb for your troubles :)

Martyn throws it across the mesa, and promptly goes to sleep, deciding that even if lonely, he’s damn glad that he’s not whoever the hell those ghosts were.

#woosh writes #secret life #martyn inthelittlewood #sorry yall I stole solars bullshit braincells and now I’m on my own #look I HAD to. content smp is literally all about revenge #and payback and vengeance and war and fuck you die forever #and if that isn’t Martyn rn idk what is #content smp #doctor4t #luxintrus #clownpierce #yeah fine I’ll tag them. they’re named in the fic

[whatwooshkai]

ooh 14, 14!

Blades is still talking about his boyfriend or something with Dani when Heatwave and Kade finally return, the latter being held up by the scruff of his shirt in the former's hand.

"Found him," Heatwave announces, giving Kade a little shake despite the human's loud protests.

"Oh, put him down," Dani lightly chastises, crossing her legs from where she's perched on Blades' shoulder. "He's not a kitten."

"I can't put him down," Heatwave snaps, seeing a little vision of Kade run away again in the corner of his vision. Wow, thanks. There's absolutely no way I saw that coming again. "He keeps running away like a sparkling!"

"Some of us aren't thirty feet tall, you know-" Kade starts to argue.

“Forty,” Heatwave corrects automatically.

Kade blinks, before shaking his head and recovering. “Fine. Some of us aren't forty feet tall-“

“You are not,” Blades interrupts, putting his servos on his hips. “Are you kidding me? Boulder is 40 feet, and they’ve got a whole head on you!”

Whatever rebuttal Heatwave might’ve responded with is drowned out by Kade’s screeching laughter.

Heatwave's shoulders rise to his audials, but another vision in the corners of his optics warns him against throwing Kade as far as he possibly can into the forest.

"Catch," he snarls at Blades, tossing Kade at him instead. Blades scrambles to grab him before he hits the ground. Heatwave's turned around already, but the little beat of relief in Blades' field is proof Kade isn't dead.

He's still laughing, though.

#I've tried to include the humans in the prompts #but I seriously just prefer to write the bots lmao #also my hc height for heatwave is like 36 ft #he's fairly average #taller than blades and chase but he's a little insecure lmao #maccadam #transformers #transformers rescue bots #tfrb #tfrb heatwave #tfrb blades #kade burns #dani burns #woosh answers #thanks for the ask!! #ask game #heatwave ask game #smoke and mirrors au

[olivescales3]

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

^^

Dom de La Woosh is one of my proudest comical relief TFLOC characters! A friend of mine is from Latin America and they really like Dom for his representation of samba and carnival culture, although the character itself in the original show is quite lackluster. Diversity in LOC is amazing, and writing TFLOC gave me the opportunity to study and learn from lots of cultures around the world!

Here's a snippet of him in TFLOC!

As Equila counts down to one, his high-pitched voice leads everyone to jump and shout in excitement. Cragger and I are quite anxious, and I imagine that they also share the same feeling as us. The race feels like it's taking forever to start.

Actually… wait a minute— is someone missing? Even with all of the excitement and hype, my gut itches me with an unnerving sensation. Something's wrong, I can feel it!

I turn around to look at the people around me, and the seat reserved for Eris is empty.

The crowd's movement and noises overwhelm me as I'm trying to concentrate, but I'm finally able to catch a glimpse of someone running towards the racers. I push Cragger's arm and we both have the same reaction; our mouths drop wide open.

The crowd freezes in silence. Not everyone has the courage to interfere with an organized event, especially one that's this big.

Equila strips off his goggles of orange tinted lenses, clenches his blowhorn near his beak, then screeches:

"Wait– wait! What are you doing, Eris? Get back here!"

Needless to say, we had already caught on that Eris was missing… but what she's doing right now is absurd!

"Damn it, Phoenixes!", he murmurs in vain, as the megaphone that's hung on his back exposes his frustrated mumblings to all of us, "I– I meant… Eris, stop that, right now! Lagravis is witnessing all of this, you know that!"

Amongst all of the animals watching this mess, Eris is on the racetrack getting her wing signed by Dom de La Woosh himself. Equila swoops down and snatches Eris off the ground. I don't know if Dom knows how to tackle fan service, or if it's just his eccentric and carefree personality. Maybe both.

#writerblr #writers of tumblr #tfloc #the forgotten legends of chima #writing #writeblr #writers #legends of chima #lego legends of chima #lego chima #eris the eagle #laval the lion #cragger the crocodile #dom de la woosh

[risetherivermoon]

it would probably make way more sense that i have a chart for ages and grades in the u.s. school system for writing if i wasnt from the u.s., but ive literally never been out of the country before and have lived my entire life here-

#im just an idiot and i have dyscalculia #ages & dates just go WOOSH over my head #istg having to research my own countrys school system that im currently and have always been in makes me feel like an idiot LMAO #misc #u.s. school system #writing #my writing #autumn rambles #🍁