#words written by the sea

[trashywritestrash]

I’m Here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader, ex!Jason Carver x ex!Reader

Word Count: let me get back to you on that

Warnings: written terribly, kinda angst, reader is dealing with a rough break up, jason carver, jason calls reader a mean word, eddie is desperately in love (or just desperate), swearing, one vaguely dirty joke.

A/N: This is my entry for @wndalovebot ‘s Words Written By the Sea challenge! I used the prompts “You need someone right now. And I’m the one that’s here. Let me be what you need.” and “You don’t have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away.”

People always talk about high school romance; about “young love”. There are hundreds of movies where teenagers find their first love, go to prom, and live happily ever after.

No one warns you that dating in high school can be a bitch.

Because now, after your messy break up with Jason Carver, you still have to see him every day. You still have to see him in the halls and at lunch. You still have to sit next to him in some of your classes. You still have to hear his friends talk shit about you.

Before you started dating Jason, you were close with the Hellfire Club; especially Eddie Munson. You didn’t play Dungeons & Dragons, but you were the unofficial co-dungeon master. You’d come up with some ideas for plots and NPCs while Eddie would handle the mechanics of it all. But after a month of dating Jason, he got controlling. It started with you missing Hellfire meetings to sit in on basketball practice or games. After that, he wanted you to sit with the team during lunch instead. Then Jason didn’t want you going to Eddie’s trailer. And then he didn’t want you talking to any of them at all.

You thought you were being sneaky by calling Eddie still. Jason stopped you from talking to him at school, but he couldn’t keep track of who you were calling. It was a good plan. Until it wasn’t.

All it took was one night. One night where Jason stayed over a little later than usual. The phone rang from downstairs, so your mom answered it. A moment later she shouted, “Y/N! It’s Eddie!” Jason got mad, you got mad, and you broke up.

The next day, you approached the Hellfire table at lunch. They gave you looks of confusion, shock, and even a little betrayal. But Eddie just gave you a sympathetic smile and pulled you over to the seat next to him. “Welcome back.” You described the situation to the others in as little detail as possible and they quickly accepted you back into the group. While everyone was busy talking about the campaign, Eddie leaned over to whisper, “Do you wanna come over tonight? We can watch a movie like old times.”

You nodded, glad that he wasn’t mad at you for being away for so long. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

—————

That night, as you got ready to go to Eddie’s, the phone rang. This time you were able to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N.” You knew that voice. Why the fuck was Jason calling you?

“What do you want?”

“A little birdie told me you’re hanging out with the freak tonight. I thought you knew better.”

You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “So what, Jason? I’m not your girlfriend anymore, you don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t hang out with.”

“I know that. I’m just disappointed. We broke up less than a week ago and you’re already desperate for attention. And from Eddie Munson? You can’t have me anymore, so you’re gonna whore yourself out to him now? Is that what this is?” The most baffling part was his tone. Jason sounded like he genuinely believed the words he was saying; like he was just trying to look out for you.

Instead of snapping or making some kind of comeback, you just hung up. The phone rang again. And again. And again. You didn’t answer. You told your parents that you were going to Eddie’s and that if Jason called they should hang up. Luckily, they didn’t ask any questions.

By the time you got to Eddie’s trailer, your anger had worn off. In it’s place was guilt, shame, and embarrassment. You didn’t feel guilty for hanging out with Eddie; quite the opposite. You felt bad for pushing him and the club aside for Jason. When you knocked on the door, you tried to push it all down. You didn’t want to ruin your first time hanging out with Eddie again after three months.

The door opened, revealing Wayne dressed in his work uniform, “Do my eyes deceive me or is that Y/N Y/L/N?” His grin and light chuckle took a bit of the weight off of your shoulders. “You know you don’t have to knock.”

“I know but it’s been a while. I didn’t wanna overstep.”

Wayne simply waved his hand dismissively, “Nonsense. You’re here now, that’s what matters. I’m glad I caught you on my way out. I missed ya, kid.”

Somehow that made you feel better and worse at the same time. “I missed you too, Wayne. Drive safe.” With a smile and a wave goodbye, Wayne got in his truck and went to work.

You sat on the couch, happy to be back in the familiar environment but afraid to make yourself too comfortable. Eddie came out from the bathroom a few minutes later, his hair wet from taking a shower. “Oh, hey! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry, Wayne let me in before he went to work.”

“No need to apologize,” Eddie chuckled. “Um— Let me get dressed and I’ll grab some tapes for us to watch.” You didn’t even notice that Eddie was shirtless until he said that, but once you saw it you couldn’t unsee it. Your eyes lingered a moment longer than they should have, making blood rush to your cheeks. Eddie rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, unknowingly showing off his body even better. “I’ll— uh, I’ll be right back.”

Eddie got dressed in record time, quickly returning with a large blanket and three tapes. “Okay, we’ve got Friday the 13th, Evil Dead, or Poltergeist.”

“You had to pick all horror movies, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” Eddie grinned, setting the tapes on the coffee table in front of you. “I haven’t been able to see you hide under a blanket during jumpscares in a while.”

A pang of guilt shot through you, but you swallowed it down. “Um… Friday the 13th.”

Eddie nodded and put the tape in the VHS player. “Bold choice. I like it.”

As the movie played, the two of you fell into an awkward silence. You and Eddie used to be able to talk for hours about anything and everything, but now you couldn’t find anything to say. Eventually, Eddie spoke up.

“So… how are you doing? After, you know…”

Of all the things Eddie could have asked, it had to be that. “I’m okay I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I mean,” You looked down and started fiddling with the edge of the blanket. “I’m glad it’s over, but I still feel like shit about it.”

Eddie got closer, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, don’t do that to yourself. You’re better off without him.”

You sighed, still not looking at him. “I know. It just— It felt nice. Being in a relationship. I was so happy to have a boyfriend that I let Jason get away with so much shit.” Your eyes filled with tears, but no matter how hard you fought them, they still fell. “And even though he was an asshole I still feel lonely without him. It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. He was good to you at first, it’s okay to miss that.”

You shook your head. “That’s the thing. I don’t think I miss the beginning stage, I think I miss all of it. I miss the shitty parts too because I miss having a boyfriend in general. I was perfectly fine with being single before, but he ruined that for me too.”

“Please don’t tell me you want to be with him still. He’s a piece of shit.”

“I know he is… I just—“ You cut yourself off with a groan, not sure what to say. Eddie bit his lip as he thought something over. “What are you thinking about?” You asked him.

“I think… I think you need a rebound.”

Your eyes widened, “A rebound?! It’s only been a couple days.”

“I know, but that’s the whole purpose of a rebound— You find someone new right after.”

“Okay, even so, isn’t that a shitty move? I mean, I’d feel bad just using someone like that. It’s not like me.” If you were honest with yourself, you knew that you were Jason’s rebound from Chrissy. That was enough to make you not like the idea of having your own rebound.

“What if they knew? Like, they know what they’re signing up for?”

At this point the movie had ended, but neither of you noticed the credits rolling in the background. “That’s almost worse. Do I just walk up to some guy and say ‘hey, my boyfriend and I broke up so you should let me use you as a rebound so I can get over him’?” Your response quieted Eddie for a minute. Right when you went to apologize, he stopped you.

“What if it’s me?”

Your heart stopped beating. “What?”

“What if I’m your rebound?” You searched Eddie’s eyes for some kind of sign that he was joking, but you could tell he was completely serious.

“Eddie… I could never do that to you.”

“What if I want you to?”

That question struck you harder than Eddie’s initial suggestion of having a rebound. The idea of dating Eddie had crossed your mind before, many times. But this would be using him. “Why would you want that?”

“Because I want to be with you, and this may be the only way I can ever do that.” Your mouth fell open but Eddie wasn’t done yet. “You need someone right now. And I’m the one that’s here. Let me be what you need.”

Your brain was in such a state of shock that it couldn’t put the right words together. All that came out was “Eddie… I can’t— I don’t…”

“If you don’t have feelings for me, that’s fine, you don’t have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away.” Eddie was pleading with you, begging you to use him; to walk all over him and throw him away. “Please.”

“I don’t want to ruin this…” You felt your eyes well up again, but the tears stayed in this time.

Eddie chuckled wetly, making you notice that he was crying too. “I already did… Even if you don’t accept my offer, you know that I’m in love with you. I can’t take that back, and I wouldn’t even if I could.” As if he could read your thoughts, Eddie continued. “You wouldn’t be using me. If anything, I’m taking advantage of your broken heart to have a chance with you… We can use each other.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “That last sentence sounded vaguely dirty.”

“You just had to point that out, didn’t you?”

For a minute, you and Eddie just laughed. For that one minute things felt normal. It felt like your relationship with Eddie hadn’t completely shifted. But that minute ended and reality set back in. “So? What do you say?”

You looked into Eddie’s eyes once more and saw the same desperation from before. He truly wanted this. And you never could tell Eddie no when he really wanted something.

“Okay.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #nel writes #stranger things fanfiction #wndalovebot #stranger things eddie #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #writing challenge #words written by the sea

[mutual-monsters]

love or sympathy (but never both)

Pairing: Bo Sinclair x reader

TW: dead dove: do not eat, very dark, kidnapping, The Chair™ and its implications, implied reader death, Bo is Bo, very canon-typical so watch out!

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Reader is kidnapped and stuck in the basement under Bo’s garage. Is there any way out of this?

Word count: 325

A/N: Written for @wndalovebot and their words written by the sea writing challenge. The prompt is in bold (“You actually believed me? Pathetic.”). Very dark, but very typical for the character. Also, Vincent makes an appearance! Yay, Vinny!

Also, I italicized Bo’s lines for some reason??? Who knows 🤦🏻

The title is from this song (because I'm a complete and utter menace).

I also suggest this audio from @slaasherslut to go with this because it's just so 😩

tagging: @ouijaboardemo

Ambrose is a castle of dirt and filth and clandestine atrocities. It’s a ghost town filled with malevolent spirits and men who are husks and homemade dolls and

You should have known better. The perversion should have seeped through your skin the second you set foot in the town and you should have seen through the veil of innocence and you should have at least run from the atrocity and

That’s what you tell yourself all day, every day, stuck, strapped to the chair beneath Beauregard Sinclair’s gas station, waiting for him to come back from whatever the hell he does all day.

And, as the rain slips in from the grate above, you try not to remember what you heard him do to your friends, what he’s done to every other soul who’s passed through the town, the pictures on the wall of the ones before you, and

The music on the stereo above doesn’t mask their screams. All it does is remind you of the fact that he’s at work, that in a few hours, he’ll be bringing you dinner and promising you one day you’ll meet his brothers and one day you “won’t be in that damned chair, you’ll be in the house with the rest of the family, like you should be” and

Do not ask him when he will let you out. He doesn’t plan to. He has no problem replacing you. He’s done it before. He’d have no remorse with the last thing you hear being,

“You actually believed me? Pathetic.”

No one has ever made it out of the basement and Vincent doubts they ever will. He is too scared to stand up to Bo about this. He is too scared to help one escape. All he can do is preserve what is left, and hope Bo will eventually take pity, something he knows his brother was robbed of far too long ago to ever get back now.

#bo sinclair x reader #plus sized reader #gender neutral reader #bo sinclair x you #dead dove do not eat #tw kidnapping #tw murder #tw sa #words written by the sea #writing challenge #writing prompts #dialogue prompts

[eat-limes-bitches]

Let Me Take Care of You

PAIRING: Female Reader x  Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: When an injury keeps Bucky from sleeping, sometimes he need someone to take care of him so he can start to feel better. 

WARNINGS: Angst, Injured! Bucky, Soft! Reader, Mentions of violence/stabbing, mentions of infection and pus, fluff at the very end if you squint, Bucky being vulnerable with his girl,  ‘cause he can’t tell her no. 

Word Count: 993 (its a wee bit short)

A/N: This is for the words written by the sea  writing challenge by the lovely @wandalovebot! 

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne

He laid rigid in bed, staring up at the ceiling trying his hardest not to move so as to not disturb the woman sleeping soundly next to him. It felt like his heart was beating out of his chest and his mind was running a million miles an hour from the pain radiating across his body, and eventually he couldn’t take it anymore and with the precision only a trained assassin could have, slipped out of the bed and quietly padded across the floor to the bathroom.

He flicked on the light, removed his sleep shirt, and looked at his reflection, the ugly red scars dancing across his body, his main focal point. He contorted his body to look at his back when he let out a little groan as pain radiated across his body. The wounds from this most recent mission had been brutal, the enemies they were up against seemed to know about him and targeted the junction of the metal arm to his flesh. One particularly lucky blow had a knife inserted in between the two, re-opening the scar tissue and alighting the left side of his body in white hot pain. Moving a bit slower, he was able to turn so he could see said injury. It was several days old and with the serum running through his veins it should have been long since healed but there was something holding it back from healing so it looked just as bad as the day he got it.

Just as he reached to touch a soft voice called his attention to the doorway, “Bucky? What are you doin’ up?” He sighed and turned to see her standing in the doorway watching him with a sleepy yet curious expression. “Hi baby, nothing, just a bad dream I’ll be right back out soon.” She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. He had been acting squirrely since he got home from his mission a few days ago, and she knew he was hiding something and she was sick of him dancing around her. “I think you’re lying.” She replied. Entering the bathroom and sitting on the toilet lid as she looked at him expectantly. “It’s-” Bucky sighed, “It’s nothing I can’t handle. Go back to sleep, doll.” She pursed her lips and stood, noting the little exhale of relief he allowed to escape his body as she walked over to the door.

Clenching her jaw, she closed and locked the door, turning to face him once again. “I’m not leaving this bathroom until you talk to me, James.” He winced at the use of his first name. He usually loved how it rolled off of her tongue but in this situation, he knew that she meant business. “Honey, it’s nothing really, I can take care of mysel-'' He didn’t get to finish his lie before she spoke over him, cutting him off, “I'm staying, end of discussion you need to learn to let people take care of you.” He sighed as she sat back down on the toilet and watched him intently, waiting for him to either break or try to argue with her.

“I- I was injured on the last mission.” He began, sitting on the edge of the bathtub looking anywhere but her face, “And it’s not getting better.” He mumbled the last bit, hoping she wouldn’t hear it but she did, she always did. She stood up and walked over to him, standing in front of where he was seated before pulling his head into her chest. “Show me where baby, let me take a look.” He reluctantly pulled away from her chest and turned to expose the wound on his left shoulder, and based off of the little gasp that left her body, it must look really bad. “Bucky did- has anyone looked at this?” She asked gently, placing her fingers around the angry flesh, causing Bucky to hiss at the pain that bloomed from her touch. “No. I didn’t think it would be anything serious, that it would be gone by the morning, but it’s just been getting worse by the day.”

She moved away from him, heading to retrieve the first aid kit from underneath the sink, for this exact reason. “You know, this is infected. How long did you think you could hide that?” When he didn’t respond, she knew that he would hide it until it either went away or killed him, which broke her heart. “Alright love, I’m going to put some of this topical numbing spray around the area and then get it cleaned up, ok?” He nodded and winced as the cold spray came in contact with his burning skin. She worked quickly and gently, removing the pus and infection before stitching it up and gently wrapping a bandage around the junction to keep it clean and dry. When she was finished, she leaned over his right shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Ok, handsome, you’re all taken care of. How do you feel?” Bucky gently moved his shoulder and sighed in relief when he was not greeted with the pain that had been plaguing him the past few days, “So much better doll, thank you.” He turned his head and pressed his lips against hers.

She moved away from him, allowing him to turn and stand from his seated position on the edge of the tub. Silently, the pair moved back to the bedroom and crawled underneath the warm sheets. For the first time in days, lying in bed didn't cause him any pain. She gently moved to his right side and pulled his head into her chest and started to run her fingers through his hair, making his eyes fall closed as the exhaustion of multiple days without sleep started to set in. The last thing he heard before drifting off to sleep was her gentle voice, “It’s ok my love, let me take care of you.”

#bucky x reader #bucky fluff #bucky angst #words written by the sea #writing challenge #bucky x female reader #bucky one shot #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #fatws bucky x reader #fatws bucky

[buckets-and-trees]

Are We Falling

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Sam Wilson x female!Reader Word Count: 1k

Summary: It wasn’t going to be more than one date, but he’s not like anyone you’ve ever known – suddenly, unexpectedly, and dangerously becoming everything.

Content Warnings: smut with feelings, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal intercourse

Additional Notes: Written for @wndalovebot’s Words Written by the Sea challenge. You’ll find the prompt I snagged bolded and italicized in the dialogue. I listened to Taylor Swift’s Snow on the Beach on repeat much of the time I was composing this. You can imagine whatever you want for this reader, but I feel like this reader is over thirty, and she hasn’t been in a million relationships, but she’s also hit that stride in her life where she’s maybe come to terms with being happy with her life, doesn’t need a man, but somehow she’s crossed paths with Sam, and he just seems to fit into her life little by little over a couple of months, and she doesn’t need him, but she wants him, and that feeling can be terrifying.

You had one hand clutched to your chest and the other was twisted in the sheets as you desperately tried to catch your breath after shattering from an orgasm, decidedly looking at the ceiling and not at the man between your legs, softly caressing your hip and pressing a kiss to the tender flesh of your inner thigh.

After a moment, he began to move up your body, slowly planting more heated kisses, charting your skin methodically with his lips and fingers as he made his way upward, in no rush. One of his hands moved beneath your back, sliding up your spine, and you arched up as his fingers sought the clasp of your bra. Deftly, he managed the hooks with just the one hand, and then pulled the satin garment from your body, tossing it away, completely naked for him at last.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his hand moving to caress one of your breasts and his lips kissing along the swell of the other breast before moving to your nipple, sucking gently, and drawing a moan from you. He grinned, but he wasn’t done with his exploratory path upwards.

The kisses he left on the center of your chest were pure and soft in a way that made your heart ache, but you couldn’t think long on that, because then when his lips moved to your neck, the heat was back.

“Still with me?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

“Good.”

He seemed already to know too well how to pull you apart piece by piece, continuing to do some expert work along the column of your throat and across your collar bone, and then back up.

But too soon he pulled those lips away from your skin, and you were about to pout, but he planted his forearm beside your head and leaned up over you, and the way he looked into your eyes made you forget how to breathe for a moment, his brown eyes seeping into your soul.

Finally, it was too much, your breath hitched, and you looked away as a short laugh escaped from your chest.

“What's the matter, love? You get nervous when I look at you like this?”

You had been nothing but nerves around him tonight. But did he call everyone love? His other hand came up to cup your cheek, urging you to look back at him again.

He murmured your name sweetly, another entreaty to answer him.

Your body was naked beneath him, why not just bare your soul, too?

“Yes, Sam, I’m more nervous than I’ve probably ever been in my life,” you said in a rush.

“I’m sorry, this was too fast,” he responded, rolling over to the side.

“No, no, it’s not – it’s just –“

You paused and took a deep breath, turning to face him.

“When we went on our first date, I didn’t really care, I had no expectations, I figured I’d just go out with this guy who was Captain America, and it’d be an interesting anecdote I could file away, but then it went really well,” you started.

“I thought so, too,” he agreed.

You pressed your fingers gently to his lips. You knew he could talk, he was so good at it that it was one of the things that had you wrapped up in this relationship more than any other man before him, but you needed to get your thoughts out without interruption.

“And then we started really talking, and sure it sucked that because you were out saving the world a lot our schedules didn’t line up to physically spend the time together, but maybe we got to know each other even better over all those weeks because of that. But what really made it the worst, and I really tried not to, but I still put ridiculously high stakes on this second date of ours. I was hoping I had built you up too high in my memory, and then every part of tonight just got better and better, and somehow it doesn’t feel like it’s too fast even though it might be, but I’m so nervous only because I can’t stand the thought of this not continuing. I more than like you, Sam, I–“

“No!” he interrupted. He covered your hand with his and pressed a kiss into your palm, then pulled your hands down to rest on his chest. “I’m right there with you, and I’m staying. Two dates is fast, but like you’ve already said, we’re so far past that – at least I know I am. My heart wants you and no one else.”

“Sam,” you gasped.

“If I’ve learned anything from this weird life I live, it’s not to waste a moment. I love you, and I’m saying it first so you don’t question that I mean it, and I want you to get used to me looking at you like this,” he said.

Your heart was racing, and you couldn’t help the smile that burst across your face. “I love you, too.”

“There will probably never be anything normal or conventional about being Captain America’s girlfriend, but as Sam, know that I’m yours.”

You leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss, winding one arm around his neck to move flush against him. His hand splayed across your back, moving slowly up and down.

When you were out of breath, you broke off the kiss, and rested your forehead against his. “I don’t need normal or conventional as long as it’s real.”

“Never doubt it, love. You wanting me as much as I’m wanting you feels impossible, but it’s real.”

He rolled you both so he was hovering over you again.

“You have me,” you breathed against his lips. “So take me.”

He reached between the two of you, lining up his cock with your entrance, and slid into your heat, just like he’d slid into every bit of your soul. It was exquisite, and beyond the physical, you knew this moment was everything, and you were ready to fall and never let him go.

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#mcu fanfiction #mcu #sam wilson #sam wilson smut #sam wilson fic #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x female reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x y/n #words written by the sea #aspen wrote something #female reader

[asleepinawell]

the admiralty will have been getting bullied by grammar

#sunless sea #fallen london #flmp #mp #beating them with a pool noodle with the words 'future perfect progressive' written on it in pink glitter sharpie

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓

thank you, @wndalovebot, for tagging me and letting me participate in this! I hope everyone enjoys it.

prompt - ❝i've seen the way you look at her/him/them, if she/he/they is/are the one, then leave. be with your true soulmate.❞

summary - you have been in love with clark kent since you knew the meaning of the word, but the only thing that sucks more than loving your best friend is it being one-sided.

warning - unrequited love (maybe...), angst.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You felt your heart clench, the words slowly dying on your tongue as you realise he isn’t even listening. And when your eyes follow where he’s staring, you can feel your stomach twist into knots because at this moment. You know you’ll never be her. You, Y/n L/n, will never be Lois Lane. 

Slowly blinking, you fake a small smile, feeling sick to your stomach as you force your words out. You touch Clark’s arm softly, gaining his attention for a split moment, and you nod. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. If she is the one, then leave. Be with your true soulmate.” You can feel the bile crawl up your throat, begging to come out, but you fight back. Forcing yourself to swallow, hoping your pain isn’t visible. 

Clark stares down at you, his brows knitted, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to find his words. His eyes slowly move back to Lois, and a smile makes its way onto his face as he notices her looking at him, but he doesn’t see you swiftly leave his side. For someone with supernatural abilities, you’d think they wouldn’t be so oblivious, but he is just a man.

As you walk away, you begin to take deep breaths. You held back the sobs that clawed at your throat, begging and pleading to be released, wanting to fill the silence with your pain, but you shook your head. You did not want to be that girl who cries over a man who never even belonged to her. You managed to walk to a quaint coffee shop without a single tear rolling down your cheek. You sit once you’ve ordered a small coffee, figuring that this is where you will start a new chapter in your life and move on from a man you’ve loved since you knew the meaning of love. 

thank you for reading!

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[cordeliawhohung]

i've got 2.3k words for of sea foam and iron and now my mind is violently filled with thoughts and ideas for pet!au send help.

#core talks #i've written like 1.3k words for of sea foam and iron today #i know my brain is telling me to take a break but #my babies ): #either way it's ghoap though #my beloved <3

[hypodermicfroggy]

I wished for a Bioshock movie for Y E A R S

but now that we're finally getting one I don't want it

I do not have faith this is going to be a good adaption, I'm sorry, maybe 10 years ago this could have been a great passion project (especially if Gore Verbinski had been involved like originally planned) but I just know it's going to be an over-actioned, improperly funded (since it's a Netflix production they're absolutely going to either dump too much or not enough money in it then write it off as a failure if it doesn't 'perform' well enough), CGI-laden slop fest that doesn't even acknowledge or properly handle half the themes present in the series.

#Bioshock #Bioshock Movie #bonus points if it only focuses on the first game and doesn't include ANYTHING from the tie-in novel or BS2 #they're going to cut Sophia Lamb's role from the plot I just fucking KNOW IT #like she was fucking important! she was the one who actually STARTED the class war! Fontaine literally just took advantage of it! #hell half the problems with BURIAL AT FUCKING SEA could have been fixed if Levine wasn't a shit and hadn't refused to use ANYTHING from BS2 #like is BS2 as good as the first? no but it's still fucking better than that shitshow you call Infinite! #and the tie-in novel actually quite skillfully blended both games together to help account for certain plot errors between the two #(a novel that Levine also REFUSED TO READ) #like you could tell it was written by someone who wanted to do the series justice which is more than I can say for most tie-ins #if this movie ends up actually being good I'll fucking eat my words but considering this director's body of work includes #the Will Smith I AM LEGEND and the last three* Hunger Games films #we are not batting 1000 for quality here #I say this as someone who likes the Hunger Games movies #but they are not really the best adaptions of the novels and really downplay a lot of the more horrifying aspects for action scenes #and I fear the same will be true for Bioshock's film as well. #like the Little Sisters alone should elicit nothing short of visceral disgust and pity but I just know they're going to be so boring #they're just going to be like pale girls with glowing eyes instead of proper blood-guzzling corpse-looting parasite hosts calling it now #croak.txt #reblog.wank

[grape-writes]

This is what i do instead of writing, apparently

There are more!!!

A treat

#levy draws #levys art #levys oc #fnaf oc #fnaf mer au #fnaf tw #<- for friend who follows this account #in my defense i do have 2000 words written for chapter 2 #i swear!!!! #its just the one chapter i have basically nothing to work with so im gonna procrastinate on it #its really just filler for Moon content #but i planned this ahead of time so i gotta write it #at least it lets me build some world building or backstory for stuff #and foreshadow things i have planned #Become One with the Sea of Stars

[wonderingdreamingwriting]

Tempus fugit

15.02.24

-Hello

-... Hello

-Did you not hear my Hello?

Yes I did but it also hit me

That one day

I will not hear it again

#poetry #original poetry #my poem #my words #written #family #grandmacore #original photographic works #ice #sea

[actuallyitsstar]

have u seen the top gun 3 leaks/rumors?? GOD i hope it's true 😭😭😭 i need to see miles teller bradley bradshaw again

aaaaa hi there nonnie!! omg yes i have!! i'm just a bit 50/50 on the whole idea if i'm being honest- on the one hand, i would love so so much to see our favorite old man and the daggers and ofc bradley ;) again, and there are so many things about top gun/tgm that i think can rly be expanded upon and explored!! but on the other hand, i am worried that so close together and with it seeming a bit like a studio rush due to money or contracts or bargaining, idk. it might not turn out how i'm/we're hoping and i'd almost rather keep what we have now than have something we don't like become canon as a result of something like that 😭😭 i guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens! i am excited, but mostly, i am cautious, and very very nervous lol.

everyone has varying interpretations of our current canon material, and in their own way and their own universe everyone is right- but i do fear what would happen if they made a third movie that drew the line. someone will get alienated no matter what, and who knows what they could decide to do! they could rule out or include a relationship we consider basically canon or to be an ick, or they could directly contradict a beloved fandom headcanon that we all hold dear and turn those of us already quite committed to it into au participators all at once.... etc. of course, on the other hand, they could do exactly what we hope for- you never know- we just all hope for such different things. i worry that there's no way to make as well done and well received a movie as tgm due to the loss of the nostalgia factor and the rush and the split fanbase demographics, but at the same time i am excited by the possibility of seeing the things i'd want to see! it's all quite up in the air, but we'll have to be patient i suppose!

(thanks so much for the ask, nonnie! have a lovely day!! <3)

#star unasks #Anonymous #top gun #so sorry to be like. a lil bit negative nonnie #I AM EXCITED FOR U TO SEE MILES TELLER AGAIN TOO ALDHFKFHFJG #its just i worry 😭 #what if they make a third movie and like. they say that mav and bradley didnt rly know each other growing up #and everything i stand for becomes alternate universe akdhfkffhgjg #if mav is bradleys pseudo dad became au i think i would have to walk into the sea #i dont mean to be dramatic but ive already written 200k+ words of it. u must understand my commitment lajdkffhgjg #not to mention icemav or hangster or idk. what if its none of the same actors or if we're just missing tom cruise #like i think we all forget that if they make another top gun they will most certainly have mav married to or otherwise #committed to penny too #like. akdfhfkfhfgjgjg #im not sure if we truly want this !! be careful what u wish for !!! #but im excited for the good possibilities nonetheless <3

[swashbucklery]

Okay sooooo initially my response was oh no sorry to disappoint, but then I thought about it more, and I'd say - not in the literal sense that you're thinking of, anyway? I'd included it in my writing playlist mostly because it's the most earnest yet horny song in the world which felt very Kit, and I love it for getting into the headspace of writing romantic smut.

HOWEVER the lyrics to the chorus do have some parallels to specific scenes in the fic, ranging from lightly to very explicit.

#i refuse on principle to use the word spicy #i'm not on tiktok i don't need to internalize language to beat censors for an app i don't use #anyway #say my name and everything just stops - i don't want you like a best friend #my hands are shaking from holding back from you #etc etc etc #although let's be honest every single scene in this fic could be a taylor swift song #she's written too many facets of love you can always find something #over salt sea and flowerdeep fields #do i have a music tag? #willow: medium powerful magic once adjusted for inflation

[juergenklopp]

I love having titles stolen from song lyrics for fics that don’t exist (yet, hopefully)

#'say the word‚ I'll part the sea'... Dario/Scott... You know... #.txt #I also have a title for the Joe/Ja'Marr fic but lmao it's Barely Written

[rkivees]

I actually wrote 11,2k words......this is a first and it is actually insane.

#i still need to read and edit it so it won't stay at that word count but its still impressive #new chapter this week after months;;;;; #im glad all this is out and written #the sea meets the moon-blanched land #mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #wangxian

[puckgoodfaggot]

i need to be in water NOW i need to be in the sea on a hot summer day

#the desire to swim came on so powerfully out of nowhere #all i did was see that someone had written the word 'sea' #and now im going to suffer because i cant be in there!!!!!

[blissfulalchemist]

20 Days of OTP Mini Prompts

Day 3: Taking Drawing Pictures When The Other Isn’t Watching

no warnings. 775 words

He knows they’re supposed to be watching out for a caravan, knows that it takes all of one’s concentration….Yet Demos can’t stop his hands from moving. Can’t stop them from pulling out his journal, putting the pencil in his hand, and letting the lines flow with ease as he tries to remain as quiet as possible. Yugiri sits at just the right angle, the light touching her pale skin softly, and despite the concentration he knows she has there’s just a hint of a smile on her lips. Being back in Doma has brought about an ease that Demos wishes to capture before she stiffens once more. 

He has most of the main parts of the drawing finished when her eyes flick to his moving hands. Yugiri knows he’s lost in this latest bout of inspiration, having seen it time and time again while in Ishgard and as they worked to find Lord Hein, just what has gotten him lost was always the mystery. The most surprising was when she found him lying on his stomach intently looking and drawing a small patch of grass with just as small wild flowers while on a trip outside the stone walls of Ishgard. “What has gotten your attention this time, Demos?”

“Hm,” he glances up quickly, doing a double take, “Would you mind maybe just-.” He gestures with his hands, setting Yugiri back into the position she was in, “There we go. Much better.”

“You know we were sent here on a mission, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“Do you think it wise to distract yourself?”

“Nope,” he squints, tapping the pencil against his mouth, “but I wouldn’t call this a distraction. When you think about it, it actually helps me concentrate more.”

“Is that so?” She asks with a small smile, “Enlighten me, Warrior.”

Demos returns the smile with a shake of his head, “When I draw on the road like this, I need to pay attention to all the details I can. Make note of them, give vague shapes, and make short, quick work of lighting, all so if and when I come back to it I can make it as accurate as possible. So really, my eyes are as attentive as yours right now.”

“Why the need to make them as accurate as possible? Do you not also say that minor flaws make artistry all the better for that’s where you see the creator in them?”

“Did I actually say that? I feel as if you’re adding more poetry to how I sound.”

She gives a light laugh, “Do you often diminish your capability for words?” He shrugs, hunching over more to hide the frown that threatens to take over. “You have yet to answer my question though, Demos. Why the need for accuracy?”

“Memory.” He exhales in satisfaction, “You’re free to move again. I think I got it all.”

She turns to watch as he works on smudging out some of the harsher lines in the shadows, “Might I take a look?”

“It’s not really complete.”

“Then I should like to look at the progress, if that’s okay?” He glances between the book and Yugiri’s hazel eyes before passing it over to her. Her breath catches a moment seeing how much of the scene Demos had gotten in the short amount of time and finding that it wasn’t the overall scenery that was the main focus, but herself. Her fingers lightly run themselves over the page, eyes straying to the next page that has a few more smaller portraits of which she counts three being of her face. “By the kami,” she breathes.

“I never did get to draw you much before,” he says with a sheepish smile and shrug, “First the hood and mask, then there was just something so tense with you, it's gone away since being back here. This feels more like the you I saw glimpses of that day you found me at the top of the Holy See.” 

She smiles, closing the book and handing it back over, “Do you try to look for everyone when you draw them?”

“It was an ideal, but for some,” he says, letting the words trail off as he puts the journal away, hand feeling the spine of the magically imbued leather bound book on his hip, “For some people I need to find it….or else how else can one be remembered.”

“And I happen to fall into that category?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “So I have to practice as much as I can. And who wouldn’t want to remember how you look in this lighting? Fools the lot of them I say!”

#x: of the land and sea #ffxiv #the written word #I need to have more for these two....really and truly