#thanks for letting me procrastinate

[r0semultiverse]

Qrow’s Semblance is Fortune! 🐦‍⬛

I talked about this briefly before, having speculated that Clover’s pin carries on his good luck after death or that Qrow has just done a lot of training mentally and/or physically. @benevolentslut had some amazing additions as well & I want to sum up this theory for you as best as I can as we reached similar conclusions even before I had read her reblog.

Qrow has only been in the negative all his life, mentally and emotionally.

This man has had barely any positivity in his life.

"His whole life he's been the epitome of cynicism and pessimism." - @benevolentslut

Qrow grew up under constant stress & threat of those around him.

Needless to say, but I don't think he could trust anyone he grew up around except maybe Raven.

Then he has to constantly worry about being found out by the other huntsmen! Also growing up with the threat of huntsmen and Grimm the entire time!

Then Oz drops the whole Salem problem on him & I'm sure that didn't help his mental health in the slightest!

"His sister leaves him and their team, and then summer disappears." - @benevolentslut Yeahhhh he is losing everyone close to him in one way or another! That cannot be a fun experience!

This look like the face of a guy that's doing okay?

I'm just going to copy paste this here as I hadn't noticed it & it feels worth noting that the intensity of his misfortune seems to increase with the increasing mental strain.

While we don't know for sure that all of these things are a byproduct of Qrow's misfortune semblance, it certainly isn't out of the realm of possibility. Notice the worsening of his mental health resulting in potentially more disastrous outcomes. 😰

"we see him blaming himself constantly for everything that goes wrong, and it only causes that to become more true." - @benevolentslut

She lists a lot more examples of where Qrow's semblance has potentially worked this way in the original post. Clover comes along & starts lifting him up, giving him actual hope. He now has a little seed of hope planted in him. 🍀

Wow, Qrow is doing so good for himself lately! I sure hope nothing-

Oh... oh no. From his perspective Ruby & Yang could literally be dead. He is stricken with grief as he watches it all unfold & probably sunk back down into a negative spot mentally. He may even blame himself in some way.

When you're this low, there's a saying that goes "nowhere to go but up."

I firmly believe that Qrow would see things that way, especially after reaching his lowest point. He can only do his best to help those around him. Though he's the most alone he's ever been, he's becoming a part of a new community where people help one another. In that sense, it's impossible to be alone. In spite of it all, he slowly finds his mental health improving! Ruby's message to the world is bringing people together! 🌹

"and we see him take up clover's role, both in terms of how he's helping out around shade, and more literally, in the unmissable parallel where he catches the guy who trips." - @benevolentslut

Ruby & Clover have both filled him with hope & he's more optimistic than he's ever been, which results in bursts good fortune! ✨

There's also already a premise for shifts in mental health and trauma resulting in semblance evolution.

Cinder betrayed Neo & so she winds up in the Ever After & through her form changes is showing us that she now has negative feelings towards Cinder.

She's so upset that her semblance starts to make multiple clones of her which it has never been able to do before. Her Overactive Imagination semblance has evolved due to the state of her mental health.

Her semblance begins to evolve so much to where she can create entire architectural structures and buildings out of it!

She can even use it to talk through the people she recreates, something she's not physically capable of herself.

While we do have to take into account that the Ever After plays by rules that are a little bit different at times; this absolutely confirms that semblances, much like people, can change & grow! 💪

My conclusion: Volume 10 & beyond will show Qrow's personal semblance evolution as he finds out that his power is actually Fortune itself & the ability to control it, good and the bad.

#oh god I have to compress the gifs so much because of tumblr's gif size limit 😩 #thank you for the theory fuel & the supporting points you gave! #maybe I'll do a youtube video on this topic when I come off of my semi-hiatus #wow I told myself I'd keep it brief but here we are; I'm procrastinating packing my bags & making rwby theories #I just think Qrow is a very fascinating character & if we are right about this; he will be an important player in volume 10 & onward #imagine having a guy who can manipulate fortunate on your team; that's actually so powerful as an ability if he can master it #It's not so much that the Clover ebi pin is good luck; but that Qrow himself is becoming a beacon of good fortune #Fair Game lives on in his heart & the hope he's been given even if Clover isn't here to see it #please let me know what you think in the replies; reblogs; whatever; if you have anything to add I'd love to hear all about it! #rwby theory #rwby volume 10 #rwby volume 9 #fair game #qrow x clover #rwby #qrow branwen #greenlight volume 10 #mine #op

[good-beanswrites]

An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming. 

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad. 

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him. 

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge. 

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch. 

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him. 

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change. 

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mikoto kayano #0309 #thank you so much for the request woo!!! #lmao it leans more 'serious intimate' than 'sappy romantic' - i hope thats okay #and yeah! i was actually planning to have a chapter in thermoregulation where yuno treated his eye #but every way i envisioned it wouldnt fit right with the tone of the whole thing #so ive been considering other characters and mikoto works So Well -- i was really glad to finally sit and write it out with him!! #its just... having someone as paranoid and ashamed as fuuta actually letting someone close enough to see/touch his most vulnerable injury.. #it Gets me man 😭😭😭 #and mikoto is also showing a very open side of himself - he has someone who trusts him despite everything thats going on with him/john #someone he doesnt need to preform for -- someone who truly trusts him #;--; #im torn between picturing the prisoners staying away from mikoto t2 or him self isolating while they all still really like hanging out #i went with the first option here but it changes depending on the fic LOL #anyway i hope you enjoyed!!!! #the two start out sitting really far apart and awkward but by the end of t2 with mikoto treating him regularly they start sitting like that #meme where the girl is putting on the others makeup LOL #drabbles #what if i keep procrastinating on school writing and i just write milgram fic forever and ever huh

[erraticprocrastinator]

My toxic trait as a writer is procrastinating on points that are technically related to my story but aren’t actually relevant at all. I spent an hour today trying to pick the perfect middle name for a character even though his middle name is never going to be mentioned.

#and I couldn’t decide on one by the way #so if you have a 1700s-appropriate suggestion for the middle name of a man named Bartholomew Brimsley let me know #so update I ended up going with Benedict #thanks for the suggestions #writeblr #writing probz #writing procrastination #writing community #writing mood #procrastinating #writers #writers of tumblr #writerslife #writing problems #writer probz

[ricky-mortis]

I feel like every ship with Ted is a crackship bc this man simply should not be in a relationship (until he’s had extensive therapy at least)

Oh- I mean yeah, for sure. However! I do think that one of the great parts of some of these ships with Ted is his opportunity for growth. Just me personally y’know?

I think that while yes, he is in fact in desperate need of therapy, it’s hard for him to actually get to the point of actually seeking it. I imagine he gets there after a lot of talking things out with his partner, and a lot of getting over his pride. He is very self-aware, he absolutely knows that he is messed up, but he sees his way of dealing with it as reasonable, it’s how he’s learned to pretend he’s content. In reality, he knows he’s not, but- is he going to do anything about it? Hell no. At least that’s his perspective until he enters a relationship that isn��t one-sided or strictly sexual. 

I see him learning how to be loved in a way he’s only expressed outwardly. He hadn’t received these kind of feelings since the whole Jenny incident, and it’s scary. But through this he can get over that fear of being left again, of falling for someone who would just leave him at the drop of a hat before he can really get out how he feels. And then he can see that therapy can actually help him. (Now it has been a good two months since I’ve watched Time bastard so this is all entirely based off of my memory and HCs for him).

But yeah, I just like to think about him and that sometimes, ESPECIALLy within the context of Holy Bastard. I don’t see them as a long term thing, but I definitely see it as a relationship that they both grow from. I have a whole note on my phone about it that’s filled with what is essentially the plot of a fic I do not have the skill nor dedication to write.

All that being said, yeah, Ted definitely needs therapy, but I don’t neccessarily think it has to come before a relationship.

Idk, I don’t think I’m very well-spoken but I think I’m getting my meaning across. I adore Ted and think his character has so much terrific potential. 

#PLUS ALSO #THANKS FOR THE ASK DUDE #FIRST ASK LETS FUCKIN GOOOO #I’m actually so pumped about getting an ask #I procrastinated answering it for like two weeks #but I did it! #wahoo! #ignore the spelling mistakes please for the love of god #ted spankoffski #hatchetfield #holy bastard #Starkid #if you’re reading this send me more asks :D #gimme drawing recommendations #gimme your favorite song #gimme anything #if you want that is #no pressure besties :) #tyyyyy #asks

[bookworm-2692]

Time for another Limited Life graph and data table! This time, I took the data from my previous graphs, which effectively had time stamps for every time someone changed colour, and added together the total time everyone was at a particular colour, and then graphed it. 

This data above shows everyone in order of most to least time total, and below the cut I also have this data as percentages, as well as ordered most to least time for each colour.

First, the data as percentages:

It’s fascinating that Skizz was the only person to spend a full 8 hours as a single colour - both times he dropped a colour was naturally and without death, and while he was yellow he only died once (falling down the elevator Impulse hadn’t finished making), and killed twice (Bdubs during the duel, and Tango as the final green sacrifice), which means they exactly evened out. This means he’s also the only person to have over 50% of his time in a single colour, and he is only one of two people to spend the greatest percentage of time in yellow rather than green.

The data in order of time spent green:

The data in order of time spent yellow:

The data in order of time spent red:

It’s fascinating that Martyn spent so long in red, though it makes sense - he was the third to fall red, and then won the whole thing. Impulse and Scott were the last to fall red (and indeed both accidentally became yellow again after everyone else was long red), so even though they survived as long as Martyn, they didn’t have nearly as much time on that final colour. 

Scar is also the only person in the top 7 (top half) of time spent red, who didn’t also make it to the top 7 of total time, which I also find interesting. Equally, this makes Scott the only top 7 total time person in the bottom 7 red time list... though he’s only red for ten fewer minutes than Impulse (lowest of the top 7 red time), so it’s less striking than Scar’s inclusion where he is.

There’s so much interesting to extract from this data, but I’ll leave this here for your perusal. If there’s anything else anyone would like to see graphed from my data, let me know!

#limited life smp #24lsmp #my spreadsheets #ive now decided im doing enough of these that i need a tag so i can find them all lmao #not that all of the past ones are showing up in my spreadsheets tag even tho the tag is there. oh well #confession: i had these made two weeks ago bc i was procrastinating writing up the post for session 8 #but after that i was busy and then semi forgot that i hadnt uploaded these yet until someone left a tag that they were impatiently waiting #waiting for this and i was like. oh. i should do that #but then i was still very busy the next two days. but here it is now!! #and thank you for the tags letting me know someone wanted to see this #anyway yeah. more numbers and data!

[gravitywonagain]

okay. so. @nyx4's amazing yunmeng siblings as demonic cultivators au kind of grabbed me today. (you might have noticed.) i asked if i could write something about it and ended up coming up with... idk the prequel? so here. have that. idk if i will write more, but i really really love this au, so i probably will. but first: some pain.

(this is a super fast first draft that is also a writing warmup, so don't judge me too hard, pls!)

[T?, 1.4k, 1/?, Yunmeng Siblings]

--

The transfer fails. 

.

Wei Wuxian watches through a thick haze of pain and exhaustion as Wen Qing pulls the light from his body. Cold seeps in with a rush as the last connection is cut. And then, there, cupped between the palms of her hands, is a tiny sun. 

“Focus, Wei Wuxian,” she says, and he doesn’t understand. What is he supposed to focus on? But then he sees the light of that sun begin to waver, begin to fade. 

It’s harder now, without the familiar sensation of pulsing warmth, to hold his core together. He’s been doing it for hours -- maybe days. It’s why he couldn’t sleep. Why he couldn’t be numbed. He had to focus, to keep his core from spinning apart. He’s not entirely sure what he’s supposed to do, now that it’s outside of him, disconnected, removed. 

The light of it continues to dim. 

“Wei Wuxian!”

He can’t respond to her -- his jaw is still clenched around the roll of cotton she’d had Wen Ning shove in his mouth, his throat still ragged with the screams it absorbed. He can’t ask her, “What do you want me to do? What more can I possibly do?” 

On the table to his left, Jiang Cheng lies limp and pale. His body is cut open, too -- matching scars, they’ll have. Or maybe Jiang Cheng won't have a scar at all.

Wen Ning stands on the other side of that table, firelight flickering across his face, ready and waiting to help Wen Qing connect Wei Wuxian’s core to Jiang Cheng’s spiritual arteries. Three needles held between his gentle fingertips. His eyes follow the golden core as it nears. His brows furrow as he watches the light of it darken. 

“Wei-gongzi,” he says, without even the hint of a stutter, “you need to keep spinning it. Like it’s still inside you.”

Oh. 

Okay. 

Wei Wuxian can do that. Probably. 

His body feels like it’s on fire, but also like ice crystals must be forming along the empty, bloody parts of him. But he’s blocked out pain before. 

Yunmeng Jiang focuses on breathing exercises, possibly more than any other sect. They swim so deep and so far that they build their cultivation around their lungs. Holding breath can tax a core, or it can grow it; but breath is life. 

It’s easy to slip into those exercises now. To allow the memory of warm breeze and meandering rivers to coax his breath into meditation. Sitting in lotus pose with Jiang Cheng on the sun-drenched docks, wooden planks pressing the patterns of their heartwood against the soft silk of his first set of disciple robes. They closed their eyes together and allowed their breath to open the world to them in this other way. 

They’d built their cores together like this. 

Wei Wuxian doesn’t close his eyes this time -- he watches the light, now cradled in his brother’s body, with a desperation he cannot soothe. It flickers softly, like stars in the night sky do. 

“Good,” says Wen Ning. “Keep doing exactly that.” 

A kind of heat blooms in Wei Wuxian’s belly, melting the frostbite rime that must be crusting the whole of his torso, crawling up the open veins of his meridians. 

He ignores it all. 

He breathes. 

The tiny sun brightens, throwing horrible shadows against the walls, across the Wen siblings’ bloody hands. 

“You’re doing well, Wei-gongzi,” Wen Ning says, again. 

It’s difficult to say if the praise is helpful or not. If nothing else, at least it keeps him somewhat updated on whether or not what he’s doing is even working. 

He can’t feel it, is the thing. The purpose of this whole procedure is that Jiang Cheng will feel it. But Wei Wuxian won’t. So it’s not easy to know if his breathing is doing what he knows it should, or if he’s off in some unknowable way. 

Wen Ning’s hands are inside Jiang Cheng’s belly. His eyes shine with the light of Wei Wuxian’s core. 

Wei Wuxian can’t see Wen Qing, except the backlit silhouette of her back. He watches her arms move. Watches the way her hair has slowly come loose from its neat knot, flyaway strands diaphanous in the orange firelight to one side and brilliant gold to the other. 

“Good work, Wei--”

“Shit.”

Wen Qing’ voice is small -- so small, little more than a hissing exhale -- but it silences the room all the same. 

He tries to focus. Things go wrong all the time, it doesn’t mean they can’t figure it out. It doesn’t mean Wen Qing, of all people, will give up. 

And she doesn’t. 

Her voice is louder as she barks orders at Wen Ning that Wei Wuxian doesn’t understand. Not wanting to draw her focus in any way, Wei Wuxian keeps breathing, keeps spinning his core as best he can. 

The siblings work together, fast-moving but steady. Neither of them seem to fall into the frantic rush that Wei Wuxian’s heartbeat pounds out inside his chest. He tries to let that settle him just as much as he tries not to pay them any attention at all. He has only one job, now: keep his core spinning. 

It was helping, he realizes quickly, the near-constant reassurances from Wen Ning. Without them, he struggles to keep his breath, to keep the Yunmeng summer sun in his mind and lungs. 

Golden light still splashes against the Wens, the walls, and the ceiling. He turns his eyes up and doesn’t let himself think about the shadow-puppet shapes. He only cares about the light. About keeping that light from going out. 

Slowly, gradually, he lets the new tempo, the new tension in the room, resolve itself into something normal. A background. It seems to be working, whatever they’re doing -- the cursing has thinned, at least. The light has stayed strong, still outshining the lamps of flame. 

Wei Wuxian breathes and breathes and lets himself believe that this will work. He lets himself imagine meeting Jiang Cheng down in Yiling after. He never did figure out what he was going to say to his brother, how he might explain his own weakness. It doesn’t really matter in the end. Whether Jiang Cheng finds out and hates him for it, or whether Wei Wuxian can pull it off as simple exhaustion. He’ll figure it out as he goes. He always do--

“Fuck! A-Ning!”

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

“I don’t know, Jie.”

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. 

“It’s not-- It’s not taking.” 

Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

“It won’t merge. It won’t-- The core is being rejected by the host.” 

Wei Wuxian breathes. It’s all he can do. He doesn’t know what else to do. So he breathes. 

His eyes shut of their own accord. 

A tear slips from the corner, tracks its saltwater line across his temple, pools along with the sweat in his hair. 

The cotton in his mouth is eased free. 

He takes a stuttering breath in. Out. 

Wen Ning’s face is set with deep lines of guilt and grief, when Wei Wuxian opens his eyes again. 

Golden light still shines from somewhere on the table next to him. 

“It-t w-won’t take, W-Wei-gongzi.” 

The stutter in Wen Ning’s voice drags another tear from Wei Wuxian’s eye. Two. 

Wen Qing is much steadier than her brother. Her hands, held professionally in front of her chest, drip with red and gold, blood and liquid qi. 

“We can try to put it back inside you,” she says. But they’d discussed this before. They’d come up with contingencies. Or. A contingency. It was not to return the core to Wei Wuxian. 

“No,” he says, and his voice is barely more than a scratch of stones. 

He lets his eyes flick to the right. To the pouch he’d sewed while Wen Qing had studied. 

She follows his gaze, even though she doesn’t need to. Something sad and broken, like regret or defeat, flickers across her face. But she nods. 

“A-Ning, the pouch, please.”

Wen Ning hurries to grab it for her. 

“You will still need to focus on it,” she tells Wei Wuxian. “Your talismans will help, but they will need you to bolster them at least five times a day. I don’t know how long you can last like that.” 

He doesn’t know either. Only that it will be as long as he needs to find a new way. A new solution. 

He meets her eyes, doing his best to maintain his breathing even now, letting his own mettle shine out of him. 

He will do whatever it takes; she knows this. 

Her lips thin. But then she nods. “Fine.”

Wei Wuxian breathes. 

The golden light is swallowed by the modified Spirit Capture Pouch. 

Wen Qing places three quick needles and, finally, darkness consumes him.

#demonic shuangjie au #failed golden core transfer #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #wen qing #wen ning #mdzs #the untamed #hey i don't really know where this is going outside of the tags on those posts and the convo i had with nyx4 #but it was very fun to write! #thank you for letting me play with your toys #nyx4 #!!! #also #why do homework when you could procrastinate writing with writing? #my writing

[i-may-be-an-emu]

Hey executive can you give me back my function its been years you said you were just borrowing it please executive i need it

#I need it back please and thanks #idk what this is #adhd #executive dysfunction #Guess who's procrastinating again and feeling lazy even though I have a condition where my brain won't let me have nice things #neurodivergent

[giggly-squiggily]

Hehe Hi I'm struggling :D (But not really it's WIP antics again)

Heyo! So- to make an overdone and dry story short, I'm turning to polls to figure out what WIP to do in what order! Y'all seem to like this and I find it really helpful in the long run so yeee! :D

Rough descriptions under the cut!

1.) Marked: William finds Sherlock writing a letter to his brothers. They share a soft moment before he realizes he accidentally smudged semi-stainable ink on Sherlock's face. Tickly antics ensue.

2.) Ogres and Princesses: Raichi and Gagamaru learn about Chigiri's fear of thunderstorms one night. They can't just leave him there, but they aren't very good at comforting him. Time for good ol' distraction!

3.) Too Stressed? Say Less!: Ikuya's falling back into bad habits after practice goes wary. Makoto and Haru don't want to lose their friend again, so they take matters in their own hands.

4.) Untitled (Still deciding on what to call this fic): Suga is feeling cheeky and wants to get a rise out of the Tsukishima. Little does he know the blonde has already gained a tolerance to dumb antics (ala Kuroo and Bokuto) and turns his attempts against him.

5.) Efforts To Stay Awake: Sagiri is sleepy from the bath and is struggling to stay awake. Gabimaru decides to help in the most inconvienent way possible.

6.) *Clink!*: Tengen invites Sanemi out for a spa day so they can spend time together. Sanemi is reluctant but eventually goes along with it.

7.) Written Out Of Context: Dazai is ticklish and Kunikida is not, giving the doppo poet an advantage. One slip up however and he finds himself in quite the predicament.

#squiggily rambles #polls with squiggily #wip decision making #I'm procrastinating whoops #let me know what y'all want me to write first :3 #The fics will come out in the order of the poll :3 #thanks for voting!

[radrezi]

hey don't cry. +1 lisa/maria fanart in the world. okay?

REAL

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[aggressiveguitarnoises]

live laugh love uquiz

#save me uquiz....uquiz save me........... #i have way too much fun with quizzes #uquiz is just so fun istg they have the funniest and interesting quizzes #thank u for existing and letting me procrastinate #uquiz #quiz #quizzes #rumaiq rambles

[tomaytow]

christmas date with venti and you’re both wandering in this one area (a field, a park?) and it’s filled with christmas lights. 🎄🌟

modern au. possibly a continuation of this post. a little suggestive.

you may or may not have taken a lot of photos of him beaming at the colorful and glowing decorations. you’re already planning on printing them as soon as you get home to put it on your wall, and also posting it on your social media for some flexing.

(one of your fav picture by far is when he grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to this one, blue green lantern that seriously reminded you of him)

and while you’re busy admiring his pictures in your camera, you miss venti’s fond gaze. unbeknownst to you, he’s simply basking into the moment and capturing this wonderful memory for him to reminisce later on.

if you do catch him in the act, though, you tease him for this (even though you’re a little embarrassed as well. whenever venti’s attention is on you, you always feel flustered.)

“you’re staring.”

venti’s gaze turns even fonder. “yes.” he looks like he wants to say something more, but refrains on it.

before you know it, he approaches you slowly. venti lifts your chin up using his thumb and index finger, and closes his eyes.

you feel those amazing sparks once more—as if you were back in that same spot when you realized that you had fallen in love with him—when he finally locks his lips with yours.

+ i don’t know how to become sentimental anymore but time passed—estimating 10 mins—and you both still haven’t let go of each other.

children cheer and sing in the distance, filling the chilly air with more christmas spirit. the night goes on and yet instead of you two making your way to the highlight of this event – you two are occupied being intimate with one another.

there are muffled moans from venti. he tightens his hold on your waist, and you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer.

he parts away from you—just a little—and you can still feel his breath mingling with yours.

his eyes are hazy, clouded with so much love and passion (and maybe even something else) and his cheeks are coated a scarlet red – like the color of his scarf that he’s wearing. he murmurs, “we better go, love.”

you blink slowly, “why…?”

he chuckles and leans in to give you another peck on the lips—it only lasts for five seconds. “we have to watch the lights show, remember? the one you so desperately wanted to see.”

your eyes widen. oh. right. the lights show. yes. you’ve paid tickets for it – they were incredibly expensive—you’ve waited for it despite the hassle and frustrations—and yet… “i…i don’t wanna.” you avert your gaze as you admit, “…m… wanna continue kissing you more. wanna kiss you here.”

venti gawks at you for a brief moment, before he breaks into a fit of giggles. it still sounds beautiful. “oh, windblume, you really just can’t get enough of me…”

you hide your face in his chest. you can feel it vibrate when he giggles again. well, it’s true. what’s he saying is true. you can’t deny it. you just really can’t get enough of him.

“alright… once we get home, or maybe after the lights show, you can kiss me more…” venti suggests, and cards his fingers through your hair gently. tenderly. “or maybe even better… ehe, if you want, maybe we can go to the farthest side of the venue and as they showcase the lights…”

he dips his head down so you can hear his whisper properly. “you can kiss me. or i can kiss you.”

+ + bonus: blushing at the thought when it’s venti who guides you all the way to the venue and you can’t stop thinking abt what you guys are going to do once the event starts…

after you’re both seated, your hands are still intertwined and you don’t know what expression venti is making. it causes your heart to beat erratically in your chest and despite the ac on full blast, you feel hot.

when the lights turn off, and the lights show begin, you grip venti’s hand. he allows you to grip it.

he inches a little closer.

“windblume,” your stomach drops and you feel all your hairs stand up when his lips touch your ear. “kiss me.”

when you two get too far though, it’s venti who’s the responsible one this time and boops your nose. he reminds you to watch the lights show. even though there’s a part of him that didn’t want you to, since he’s in the same situation – he wants more. but the lights show is important to you, too.

(ah, you silly windblume.)

but… you don’t regret making out with him though, not when he’s blushing the whole time during your ride home.

#venti x reader #happy holidays! #time for photographer windblume! #and merry christm— yeah we can’t celebrate xmas sadly cuz of religion #aNYWAY #i know i have asks #and yes i’m procrastinating but pls pls bear with me #i suck sm but i’ll reply !! not just soon adjdhjd #i appreciate them tho #just giving me self some me time this break #also i hope this feeds the starving venti nation #(me) #was waiting for the xmas spirit to hype me up and thank god it came #now this was born #tomato.thoughts #tomato.writes #also if you still can see this feel free to send me a christmas venti scenario or hc let’s discuss it together-

[pompompurin1028]

do you think nikolai is actually sane?

Ohhh interesting question dear anon.

But to understand if Nikolai is sane, one must first define what it means to be "sane", because how we define the term would change how we then understand Nikolai to be. One could easily say Nikolai is "insane" even if his arguments and understanding of things are "reasonable". One could even say that "sanity" is what views are accepted by social conventions, and that because he goes against the normative view of things, such as morality and his understanding of freedom which doesn't match what we understand it to be, he is "insane" (I am no psychologist, so I will avoid answering that lol). So I'll turn the question to more, is it possible to understand what Nikolai thinks and understands? Or is it nonsense? (but "nonsense" is also a slippery slope of a word)

It's probably easier to understand if I bring back this from what I had written before:

But I think his course of action is possible to be understood, Nikolai doesn't act 'erratically' (which in itself is quite strange, since that seems to be his actual aim), he quite literally acts in accordance with achieving his ideal of freedom, or at least he justifies it in this pursuit for freedom. I am still trying to understand Nikolai myself, so don't take my answer as correct, but I think Nikolai has a lot of paradoxes in his thinking. What does he want to be free from, he seems to want this almost radical freedom? It seems like everything, his mind, morality and emotions, emotional ties, and I even argue his own humanity and all societal constraints. Basically, Nikolai seems to want to be free from everything that controls him, or at least what he perceives to control him.

Because of how he sees morality, I would think that he sees societal structures as meaningless. This isn't technically insensible if you dive into the ideas of "social construction" (though this is very much a simplification), seeing ideas and what we view to be right or wrong, how we think and act as something controlled by power since they are the ones to establish a societal framework. This seems to make a lot of things we understand and have value in society become almost "meaningless" or at least don't have inherent meaning and it is simply interpreted, the best example of this is money and how it is in actuality just paper, but we, as humans, assign value to it and give it value, and therefore society has adapted to it and forgotten its inherent meaninglessness.

This could perhaps explain this panel, since it is probable that Nikolai sees us as bound by these ideas, and these norms and don't recognize our own freedom since things are essentially meaningless:

But the thing is, in spite of "knowing" this fact, or having this belief is the better term, Nikolai himself cannot escape his own feelings which seem to bind him to these norms of "morality". As he expressed to Atsushi, he feels guilty about the things he has done, but he keeps doing them almost as if he wishes to escape from this "moral binding". Hence Nikolai seems to see people as caged and bound by their minds.

But Nikolai's own goals for freedom don't seem to end here, he seems to wish to escape his feelings as well, which makes sense since he seems to wants to escape guilt. His proclaimed desire to kill Fyodor, and in the prison break arc shows us this, his unwillingness to be the direct cause of such shows us this, because as Nikolai himself said, if he were to just murder Fyodor, then it seems like he is giving into the control of his own feelings, and thus he is not "free". We can even say his "clowning" is an extension of his desire to get away from his own feelings, it is almost like he is trying to be what he wishes to become.

So, all of this understanding of freedom seems understandable if we think about it, so it can be "sensible". Though what is driving his desire for freedom to this extent (freedom can be defined in many ways) is questionable. It is also questionable whether it is possible to do so I would argue (which could be said to be "insane" I guess). Because it is interesting to think about what does Nikolai want after having achieved his goal? What does he wish for after achieving this freedom? Or perhaps my question is, can we even really escape these things at all? Are Nikolai's ideals of freedom even plausible?

I hope this gives a good enough answer? I don't think the idea of "sanity" is as clear-cut as one might want to make it to be.

#thanks for letting me procrastinate on my studies lol #asks💌 #lovely anon❤️

[outlying-hyppocrate]

identity crisis

#random thoughts #oh fuck. okay #so. i don't know if i like the name credence anymore. i love how it's spelled but then #it's so weird to pronounce. i can't get over it #you know..... crispin..... that shit works #if someone tried calling me crispin i don't know if i'd be up to it but it's probably better than #me whispering the name in the mirror to myself occasionally. #fuck me. #anyway. we can all thank my brother for calling me crispin biscuits. whatever that shit is the name sounds better than credence #also. agh. in suffering. my stomach has been killing me for like. two hours #i was supposed to make my bed a while ago but now i'm procrastinating. hng #you know. i was happy to find credence. it feels good #but it's sort of like a toxic friendship? i don't want to let go #this is. this is hurting me more. oh fuck #shouldn't be so indecisive. i am fine #sorry to worry you loves. i'll try not to fuck up that fitted sheet thing now instead of continuing to type

[arkos404]

A fellow reishuto? Roshrei? Enjoyer?????? there is literally 6 of us or something in total probably

I enjoy your content very much that's all im gonna say thank you KCNSKCNKSNDKAKD

#thanks for the kindf words! im happy you enjoy my art #if you know the other 5 people do let me know #its nice knowing im not the only one #this also reminded of a roshuuto kinda reishuuto thing i was procrastinating so thanks about that too #reishuuto

[ungarmax]

first of all i haven't been on your blog in a while and the glitter text took me OUT. second: 💌

The glitter text is there as a warning. :D

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Well, I did just make a reference to a completely unrelated fandom in the middle of my extremely niche FMA/TAZ crossover au, and it makes me laugh. Let's see if anyone can get it. Minor spoilers for the next fic in the series:

“So, uh, who are you?” Taako asks. “Why do you look like a pasty version of him?”

The man smiles, a dead thing on such a familiar face. Taako doesn't remember Tostada very well from his childhood, which had meant the man had basically been a stranger to him when they met again in Resembool, but his smiles had never looked like that. Taako remembers that much.

“An informed question,” the man says, “but difficult to answer. I am what you see. The homunculi call me Father. Others call me John, a name with no meaning whatsoever to me. Call me whatever you wish.”

meme is here!

#terezis #reply #ask meme #thank you for the ask!!!! #thank you for letting me show off spoilers to my fic #while i procrastinate in writing it #fma/taz crossover

[tvrningout-archived]

AHHH i have ideas and muse for the last two starters and a reply but i need to be responsible and get ready for bed!! bc i open the store and work by myself for a lil while before anyone else comes in!! but i feel so excited to bug y’all again :’ )))

i’m gonna be seeing some pals tomorrow, so i’m likely to not be around except perhaps to lurk a lil, but y’all will be seeing me friday evening B))) till then, take care of yourselves, stay safe, and have very lovely nights/days <3

#i feel!! so much better!! #thank you for being here and letting me write with y'all <3 #and hopefully no one will mind if i also queue some starters i still owe from pre-hiatus asdfgh #i'd hate for them to go to waste just bc i took forever to type them up #anyway lemme go before i procrastinate going to bed uvu #get ready to ramble | ooc #tbd