#Lamp writes

[thelampisaflashlight]

"What's stopping you?" he asks, sparing me a glance before returning his gaze back down to his phone.

"Fear, I guess." I say, leaning against the low counter, feeling my ribs press into the fiberboard, "I know I can drive. I do okay for the most part, but I hate it. I hate driving."

"I like it." he hums, sitting upright, his phone abandoned on his thigh, "It lets me go anywhere I want, whenever I want."

"I'd rather be in the passenger's seat myself."

"If you can drive, why not just get your license and be done with it?" he questions, "Then people can't hound you about it anymore."

I push away from the counter and fiddle with the card display beside me for a moment before I reply.

"Any time I've accomplished some long term goal, or done, well, anything, people ask me what my plan is. What I'm going to do next." I explain, nudging a stray envelope back into place, "When I started working here, my family was already asking me about my exit plan. Despite all the pressure to get a job, the immediate response to me getting this one was to tell me I needed to plot out my escape route... Truth be told, nothing I have ever done has been treated as 'good enough', it's always just a stepping stone towards some greater goal that others have put in place for me."

"For example, when I was a kid and showed an affinity towards art, the immediate response was that I should focus solely on becoming good at it so I could turn it into a career... despite my protests that it was a hobby, something I did to relax, money and success came first to my family."

"So you don't drive... because your family would start pushing you further? To do what?" he asks, giving me a confused expression.

"I guess it doesn't make a whole lot of sense." I laugh, "I think I just want to keep their expectations low enough that they focus on that instead of everything else I'm doing."

"You're a bit of an odd duck, you know that?" he huffs, smiling softly, "You have a bike right?"

"Yes?"

"There's your loophole."

I snort.

"And if it's raining?"

"I have room in the passenger's seat in my car." he replies, returning to browsing on his phone.

"I'll keep that in mind."

#lamp writes #I dunno I was bored so you get a bit of a loose draft of original work writing #instead of fanfic writing lol #although I could turn this into a fic... #kind of

[hopefulyellowlamp]

i think my greatest strength is i have no drive for greatness or achievement

i started writing stories and it was the mist fun ive ever had, and when people said

"oh, this is good, are you becoming an author?" i said well no i just wanna write so they said i could be a good reporter or journalist

so i stopped writing

i started acting with the wonder of telling stories and enjoying the community behind it while having a reason to go out when it got bad as well

then the voices came again are you gonna be an actor? you should go to this acting school, i think you can make it big

so i tried and when it began feeling like a contest instead of telling a tale i stopped acting

ive always enjoyed videogames and gaming

solving puzzles and reacting fast to things coming at you or playing through a different life to your own

you can do anything in games anything you want

i really did enjoy videogames when i could relax with them and have fun when i could build things and be as creative as ever

"but what's your rank?" uhh im just here to be silly

"you suck at this game" im just enjoying it

"so are you gonna start streaming or what?"

are you gonna make money or what?

that is what it all comes down to, right?

am i gonna make any money? no probably not from any of my hobbies in fact i think ive lost money for every single one

i dont want to create art with the thought of selling it, i dont want to create art for the purpose of content or income

anyways i haven't been playing games as much recently

i started this by saying its my greatest strength, why? you know if i talk to you or am your friend its because i want to be, not to get something. you know that when i do something theres no ulterior motive.

and im also gonna start being silly again but just for me

#lamp speaks #lamp writes #not sure about this because i just wrote it out like this is first draft havent read through it thrice #but im feeling some sort of way #about hobbies and shit #because i wanna try and do shit but i can never justify spending the money or time on it #but ill spend the money and use up the time because i want to #and thats it

[catilinas]

The wind blows their ghosts to the ground

line (loosely a translation of iliad 6.146-9) from memorial by alice oswald, embroidered onto a ginkgo leaf i found on the ground

#desk lamp lighting because it is dark and i Would take a photo tomorrow but i am Sure it will shrivel overnight #and it's in red for iliad book 3 reasons :-) #oh embroidery as somewhere in between the ideas of historical memory as presence and historical memory as a series of puncture wounds #we're really in it now!!!!!! #like leaves who could write a history of leaves #trees instead of gravestones #embroidery #alice oswald #iliad #beeps

[swftlore]

stranger things 5:

byler: *starts flirting in the hospital*

max, immediately waking up from her coma: thats gay

#thats it thats the season #max is bi she can sense her own kind #the stranger things 5 idea board is just #MAX HAS GREAT GAYDAR #i would know im a lamp in the stranger things writing room #stranger things #stranger things netflix #woah this blew up follow me for more bangers 🔥🔥 #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things 4 #stranger things 5 #stranger things season 5 #max mayfield #lumax #elmax #elumax #byler s4 #be gay make byler canon #will is gay #byler brainrot #bisexual #gay #bi max mayfield #gays pls approve of this bc i think its a banger actually #stfu ollie

[coolnonsenseworld]

Samurai and Ninja in crappy pics because December here is under a constant cloud and I just want y'all to see them all golden and cute without learning how to take aesthetic pictures 🥴 💙❤️😆🥰

linktr.ee/Mezzy

#klance #can i tell everyone to look away before i write tags to someone privately lmao no? damn #anyway yes i meant music!! and thank you for sharing something!! #baking seems like a hyperfixation #like i know you said you baked once but then look at me #...i was thinking if i could make salads.... i gotta be medicore at least at one food thing #its a joke its a joke #i will one day get used to focusing on more complicated kitchen work than heating up meat or cooking things in salt and water #anyone else had trouble getting out of bed this december? #once i do i try to pick physical activities that dont require creative thinking because man #at the post office i had small talk with a lady waiting in line she didnt speak polish so u know me it happened #and she recommended light therapy lamp #im very tempted to try it becase i had record bad thoughts sleepless nights and jerking awake this month #it might be rooted in economic instability growing inflation costs of living and shitty working conditions while still trying to buy gifts? #but hey there are things we cant have control over and there are things we can #ive got winter wonderland comic coming though #i will try my best to speed-finish it as a christmas gift aight #i hope its going to be a nice thing!! #wow thats a long set of tags

[tawaifeddiediaz]

something about the diaz home as a symbol of everything sacred to eddie.

something about the diaz home representing eddie's privacy and his life and by extension, christopher's, and that it's a constant, recurring motif of a life that he's built with his son. and it's always interesting to see that his home is always warm (in terms of lighting, color combos, etc etc) and welcoming, which feels so vastly different to the other two homes we've seen for him in eddie begins

something about the way he has to physically open the door to let people in to his life, and how many shots of that we've had of just him opening the damned door since. something about the way he physically lets shannon in in 2x07, or the way he braces himself with chris' encouragement before opening the door to ana in 4x08, or the way he happily lets carla in in 4x13 or the way he softens and smiles when he opens the door to buck in 6x12. it's in the way the only people we've really seen in eddie's home as "not guests" are the ones that he chooses to let in.

in that same vein, we can always tell when there's someone in there that doesn't quite belong. 5x11 is a prime example of this, and not just because of the episode title, "outside looking in." it's evidently obvious that the only reason taylor's in his house is for buck's sake, and maybe that's why we never see eddie actually letting them in. 5x03 is similar to that, in the sense that ana stays for three days with chris at the diaz home, but when eddie comes back, it's a metaphorical and physical mess that he's left standing in the middle of, alone.

and it's very, very interesting that we've never seen his parents in his house. ever. and yes, it could just be the fact that they rarely come to los angeles period, but i just think it's interesting in terms of eddie's journey with them, that the closest we've gotten to them physically being there is that facetime call with his dad, and that phone call with his mom - both of which happen after he goes back to texas in 5x17 where he point-blank tells his dad he's trying to be better for himself, and his dad meets him halfway. it only happens after his relationship with his dad starts improving.

i just constantly think of the diaz home front door, and now that i've thought of it, there's so many other moments that scream at me:

buck unlocking eddie's door in 4x14 and swinging it open to the party, and then later standing in the open doorway almost like he's protecting eddie and the life he's built in this one way because he couldn't protect him in the other way

buck unlocking eddie's door with his own key in 5x13, then bursting through yet another door to get to eddie, just to step in and sit with him in his grief - and how much that scene symbolizes that eddie may have built this life but it was after burying demons that later just crawled up through the cracks of his new home.

buck standing inside the diaz home after eddie gets home from therapy in 5x14 like this is a regular occurrence.

the way eddie's discomfort is visible in that split second scene we get of the police officers storming his home in 2x15

eddie asking shannon to leave through the back door because he may have let her into his life but he's not ready to let her into chris' and thus, he doesn't truly let her into his life - and actually, even the shot of eddie, chris and shannon at the end of that episode takes place outside the diaz home. which is...telling methinks.

eddie opening his door post-date in 4x07 to buck meeting him at it (always meeting him halfway), and just. the domesticity of it, set off by the warm lights, the discussion they have, and the looks on their faces the whole like

eddie opening his door to buck in 6x12, looking apprehensive for a second before he realizes who it is and his smile grows and eyes turn into heart-eyes and buck just pushes past him without waiting for eddie to step aside, only to go and swing his feet up on the coffee table like the diaz home is his, too.

there's so many examples but @sevensoulmates and i put this whole meta together because the symbolism in this tv show is off the charts

#zee rambles #meta #911 abc #911 on abc #eddie diaz #is some of this a reach? probably #do i care? no #because fr it's so bold of a motif to use the diaz home as a symbol for eddie and it's not just house is a home #it's also my home is my heart and you are my home and here's my heart #idk #it's a lot of things at once #there's a complete separate meta about the buddie implications of this all #and from a visual standpoint there's something about the fact that eddie clearly prefers lamp and warm lighting (as he should) #we rarely see overhead lighting used and that's just...that #long post #i should be writing my midterm rn but alas

[captvreme]

#typewriter #writing #lamp #writer #author #writing aesthetic #beige #beige aesthetic #brown #brown aesthetic #aesthetic #captvreme

[aka-indulgence]

Something on the Graveyard Wall

Hey are you interested in kissing a Ravioli? Because I want to kiss a Ravioli. Here’s my version of a first meeting :b

(Ravioli x F!Reader No content warnings)

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It was a brisk night. You shuddered as you tucked your scarf back around you. The weather’s been steadily cooling over the past month, but it’s really started to bite you.

I wish I brought a hat with me… you thought, as the wind brushed your hair. You grip onto the bag and trudge forward.

Your lips twist when you approach the old graveyard. It was one of those graveyards that’s been around for hundreds of years. During the day you do feel the somber air, sometimes you’ve seen people with black umbrellas visiting on rainy days, but at night you just want to walk past it as fast as possible. The nice thing is, the Bad Vibes™ from it seem to deter most people from it, so strangely, its one of the safest ways home.

You’ve walked by countless times, but you always feel your hair stand whenever you walk past it, especially in front of the wrought iron gates that always seemed to creak whenever you weren’t looking. This night you were especially unsettled- the moon was full and high in the sky, the clouds obscured it, and there almost looked to be a mist in the graveyard.

You keep your eyes in front of you while you pass the gates, the graveyard now covered by a tall wall. You start to relax a bit when you find a strange shadow on the ground.

Your walk comes to a stop as you observe it, from a distance. It was a curved shape, long. That’s not normal. You don’t know why you have a strange sense of premonition when your eyes trail up to where it’s coming from and-

… What is that.

A man? Person? Creature? Was standing on top of the graveyard wall. Two bright, mismatched yellow eyes watched you from within its hoodie. It didn’t… look like there was a face obscured by the shadows, all you saw was darkness behind those eyes.

Something tells you this thing is probably not human! Hahaha!

Your eyes widened and your grip on your bag became deathly.

Its eyes were piercing you.

What is… what is that?! You ask again in your mind, doing your best not to scream. You think- you think your friends talked about different cryptids, but you didn’t like listening to them. You were spooked enough, living near the old graveyard, you didn’t need any stories living rent free in your head to whisper you threats that probably didn’t exist. Except this one, apparently.

You think you’ve heard of this creature, he was pretty popular with the townsfolk, you’ve heard of someone mentioning their grandpa of seeing it back in the 70s, you think. The “smiler”? “Mouth”? “The centipede”?

Inhumanely tall and lanky, jacket wearing… thing, with stitched sleeves and a completely void-black face, save for two eyes. Sounds about right.

Now you wished you had a list of all the cryptid “dos and donts” you’ve heard your friends talk about. What was it you’re supposed to do… don’t look at it? Or was it to nod your head at him and ask ‘how’s the weather, mr. jaws?’? No- wait, that’s for Mr. Jaws, obviously…

You were stuck in a staring contest with it. Your eyes feel dry. The ‘smiler’ blinks its eyes incongruously. You sweat, not knowing if this is making things worse.

You try to pretend that he’s just a weirdly shaped lamp post and start speed-walking, but then- were you supposed to stay still like a statue until it moves on? Or was that for another creature?

You almost start to a sprint when you see it move.

“E-EEeeee!!” you freeze. It comes down arms first, stretching down to the ground, its body sliding down the wall behind it. It falls into a heap on the ground for a few seconds… then its legs and arms together push it up back into standing, stretching and bending in ways that make it look like it didn't have joints. Or bones.

You tremble as it rises to its full height- must be more than twice of you! It looks like it doesn’t have much support to stand on, wobbling ever so slightly. It regards you with… curiosity?

It doesn’t react. Standing in your way from a peaceful, monster-free walk home.

Your mouth tastes sour. You can’t tell if you’re shivering because of the cold or him.

“H… hello?” You greet, hoarsely.

Were you supposed to talk to it? Or was this one of the monsters you should never try to speak with it?

The Smiler’s head rolls to the side like a ball, like something with no neck would be capable of. Its hands hang under him, close to the ground.

It makes a sound you can only describe as “???”

It lifts its hand towards you.

Nope nope nope nope, you stressed in your head as you stumbled back and away from it, but its other hand snatches you around your upper arm.

You squeak as you’re pulled under the towering creature, it’s long arms becoming liquid and stretching in various ways. It leans forwards, curling in a U-shape to be closer to your eye level; which means he’s twisted directly above your head, and you have to tilt your face up to look at him in the eyes.

Your throat tightens and your breath comes out in little puffs. Are you… supposed to scream now? Can you?

Its other hand reaches for your face. You want to smack it away, but your body is filled with cement, and you can’t move. You squeeze your eyes shut as it approaches and… pokes your cheek.

You blink an eye open. Its freed your arm now, and is starting to poke, prod… and pinch your cheeks. All the while its pupils grow in its eyes.

“... soft.”

“Uh… h-huh??”

Its eyes drift down to the bag pinched under your arm. And all of a sudden, both its too-long arms with too-sharp fingers are rummaging through your bag.

“What the- hey!”

It pulls out two things. One of them a little mint you got from work, and another your lipstick.

“Put that back!”

It blinks when you snatch the lipstick out of its hand (You’re not letting it play with your good lipstick!), but doesn’t seem to mind, instead turning its attention to the mint. You lean away as it tears the wrapping apart, and flings the candy into its hood.

You don’t… see a mouth… but you definitely hear him chewing.

Its eye widens, turning a softer, more orange yellow, curving into a happy shape.

“hee…… hehehe…”

Somehow, it both sounds like a young boy and an unfathomably ancient creature. Giggling playfully, but in a way that sounded like you were the toy.

It turns its eyes back towards you and leans closer. You grimace.

“U-um- do you want more? You can have more!” you chuckle nervously, reaching around for your second mint, presenting it to him. It stares at it for a moment, then takes it out of your hand with its long, spindly fingers. It brushes over your palm, and you do your best to hide your shudder. It looks at the mint like you’ve given it a precious treasure, then back at you.

You sidestep your way around it and bring your hands up in surrender. “W-well, I hope you like it, but I have to go home now, so- bye!”

You spun around and walked away, taking steps as big as you could possibly manage, all the while feeling those eyes bore a hole in your back. The ‘very normal walk’ turns into a sprint once you’ve turned a corner. You couldn’t get home any sooner.

… The creature stands where you left it, bent (more like curled) over, holding the mint in its hand. It turns away from the corner you left and back at the candy.

It pokes it, then rubs its fingers together, where it touched you. A smile emerges from the darkness of its face, and its eyes turn red.

“... pretty……”

#ravioli oc #i love him x2 #dont worry about him hes just a funny lamp post that wants to pinch your cheeks #very normal #aka writing

[the-ace-with-spades]

I might be a bit obsessed with this but I just like the idea that no matter how much more attractive they became over the years, Jake and Bradley still find their most attractive features to be the ones they had from the beginning

Like, I imagine that they meet in flight school when they're like 21-23 tops and haven't really filled out yet and even when they meet at Top Gun for the Dagger Mission as bitter exes that haven't talked to each other for a few years, they still feel the most attracted to the physical features they had all those years before, even if they've worked on their physiques enough that subjectively, anyone else would find something else in them attractive

For example, with Jake, most people would say what makes him the most attractive is his chest and arms but he wasn't built like that the close to ten years before when he and Bradley met. This kind of build is made by precise weight training, a strict protein heavy diet, and enough free time to do both and Jake never had that in the Naval Academy. He entered the flight training muscular but lean, with just the shape of a six pack and nice, muscular thighs made with punishment laps around the gym and morning exercise at the academy. Genetics, however, made his ass very very nice with hardly any try. And Bradley loved that tight perky ass when he was 23 and he's feeling so fucking fond about that ass when he's 33 he is barely paying attention to Jake's pecs and biceps and wide shoulders. All he can think is how that ass will feel if he gives it a squeeze, how that is going to move under his fingers when Jake tenses up.

To go even more into being sappy, I think Jake would find the most attractive the same parts of Bradley that Bradley would feel a bit insecure about. Imagine that Bradley was one of those kids that had a mismatched puberty — he got the hair, the shadowy mustache and the deep voice but he never quite grew out of being lanky, kinda like his dad. The baby fat never goes away from his cheeks and years of playing baseball make his thighs thick and sturdy but don't give the same advantage to his back and shoulders — it was kind of impossible with his diet and lack of protein and proper nutrition when he was a broke college student going to NROTC training three times a week.

Bradley hated it. The thick thighs would make his hips look rounder and made him the target of a plethora of 'girly hips' and 'thunder thighs' remarks from his baseball team. He's tried to mask the insecurity with putting swagger to his hips and with jokes about being jealous of his ass and with loose, unfitting jeans, but he's never grown out of it.

And Jake loved his thighs. Would always ask Bradley to squeeze his hips between them, would sit on them like it was the comfiest chair ever, would just grab and squeeze the softer sides, higher and closer to Bradley's hips, and caress it.

Bradley gets better at lifting, gets his back and shoulders wider, gets his arms bigger and yet—

And yet when Jake sees him, almost ten years since they met for the first time, wide shoulders, muscular back, the biceps so big he wouldn't be able to wrap his hand around them, six pack and sculptured, flat tummy, all he can think is God, I want those thighs around me. Because Bradley's thighs are still thick, his hips are still slightly rounder than the rest of him, but he's more proportionate and it just doesn't show as much.

And on top of everything, they will never ever admit it to anyone, but there's something else they find more attractive than anything else.

Bradley could look at Jake's dimples forever, the way they make Jake's eyes crinkle more and more with age, and Jake could look at the apples of Bradley's cheek, soft and round from the narrow-eyed smile, forever.

#hangster #tgm #yeah this is more or less about like a monkey pilot fic but cis #so #(sif) lamp tag #charlie writes #op

[antique-lamplight]

is there a name for media that does this. please i think about it so much

#i really do wanna write about it at some point. #its just so cool #i have all sorts of weird facts sitting in my brain because of these things #takt op #touken ranbu #bungou to alchemist #houseki no kuni #cells at work #if yall have any recommendations PLEASE #my brain thirsts for knowledge packaged in anime jpegs #much as how a child will only eat veggies if its in a fun soup #lamp musings

[iamthecomet]

-peeks inside-

RainDrop with 10 or 13, please~

-dips back out-

From this list. How about desperate and discreet?

Midnight Mass drags on. Dew can feel the days exhaustion in his bones. The smell of incense from Papa’s thurible, swinging from gloved fingers, catches in his nose, burns his eyes. It’s keeping him awake at least, that and the even pressure Rain is applying to the palm of his hand. His thumb digging into the meat of his hand, pressing in a firm line from the bottom of his palm to the base of his middle finger. A constant reminder that he’s right there.

It’s been days since Dew and Rain have spent any real time together. Busy after coming home months on the road. Days spent unpacking, cleaning and restringing instruments, shining boots, finding time to be alone for the first time in months. 

Dew can feel himself leaning into Rain’s touch, toward it. Head tipping closer to Rain’s shoulder. Rain digs the toe of his boot into the arch of Dew’s foot. Dew straightens. He fixes Rain with a glare no one can see because of the masks. 

Rain’s thumb never stops.

When Papa asks for a volunteer to get wine for the offering from the back of the chapel, Rain is the first to stand, pulling Dew up with him. He steps out into the aisle, finally releasing Dew’s hand as he does, not giving Papa time to confirm or deny. 

Dew follows, trying to keep his strides even, back straight as they slip into a dark corner of the chapel where the offering plates and communion wine is kept. 

Dew reaches for a cask, Rain curls his fingers around Dew’s wrist just as his fingers brush it. He pulls Dew closer, deeper into this dark corner. 

“Rain–” Dew whispers, as Rain reaches up and tucks his fingers into Dew’s balaclava, dragging it down just enough. 

“Shh,” Rain brushes his fingers over Dew’s jaw, the barest bit of skin he can find, and drags his own balaclava down. Then Rain’s bending down, lips molding over Dew’s. Dew stands on his toes to meet the water cool. Lips sliding over each other. Dew could groan with it if there weren’t siblings fifteen feet away. 

Rain parts his lips, and Dew answers by slipping his tongue through the gap to press against Rain’s. To taste him for the first time in what feels like weeks. Between all the traveling and all the settling back in. Dew’s hands come up to grip at Rain’s jacket, to try to pull him closer. Like he wants to pull himself into Rain’s body with him. 

Their parting is reluctant. Lips just barely touching, breath mingling. 

“The wine,” Rain reminds him. 

Dew wants to say fuck the wine. Wants to pull Rain out of her right now. Fuck the offering, fuck Mass. But Rain’s the one who pulls back. Fingers still gentle against Dew’s jaw where he cradles him. Dew uncurls his fingers from Rain’s jacket, settles back down onto his feet. 

“After?” Dew asks, hand finally finding the cask of wine. 

Rain pulls Dew’s balaclava back up, gentle. He bends and presses a chast kiss to the fabric just over Dew’s lips. 

“After,” he promises.

#comet writes #fic game #kiss game #Raindrop #Rain ghoul #Dewdrop Ghoul #lamp

[thelampisaflashlight]

To Take Care

[Dew being soft. That's it, that's the whole fic.] Below the cut.

Dew settles into one of the plush, leather armchairs in the ghouls' common room, the one that sags a little when anyone sits in it, the springs so pressed down they awkwardly cradle his form instead of pressing back.

The bump of his head against the backrest elicits a groan, from the chair or his own mouth, no one could tell, even Dew himself, and he's certain he felt the air pass through his lips.

He's the kind of tired that leaves his whole body feeling like a heavy, immovable lump, and, in spite of that, he's carried himself quite well up until this point.

Mountain calls it a "boots off" situation; When you sit down, suddenly you don't have the energy to get back up.

Any and all motivation is gone.

Boots off.

Left by the door.

Not going back on.

...Barring an emergency of course.

With a long, deep sigh, Dew feels himself sink deeper into the thinning material, eyes half shut as he uses a fragment of his willpower to turn his arm over to examine a stray thread between his finger tips.

He could sleep like this.

He really could.

But he fights it, biting back a yawn as he surveys the room.

The new kids are asleep; Aeon on the couch, his lithe body stretched selfishly across the entire thing, while Aurora is tucked into a ball on the loveseat, pressed so tightly against the upholstery Dew knows it'll leave a mark on her face.

Despite the protests of his knees, Dew stands, stretching slightly, before popping the top off of a nearby ottoman and pulling out a couple of neatly folded knit blankets from inside.

He takes a moment to knead the material, remembering when Cumulus had asked him to come along with her to pick out the yarn she was going to use to make it.

"You'll probably use it the most, so you should decide." she'd said, and she wasn't wrong.

Back then, he had only recently transitioned from water to fire, and his body had decided that anything short of an oven wasn't warm enough for him anymore; Essentially, with everything being comparatively cooler than him, he got chilly quite easy.

How and why that was -and still is- the case, even Dew isn't sure, but having a blanket or two ready and available was always a good thing, and the fact that it was handmade made it even better.

He sniffs the fabric and hums softly.

Even after years of use and several trips through the wash, it still smells a bit like Cumulus' perfume.

The other blanket is a heavy thing, bought on tour years ago from some chain store in America when they'd needed to scavenge some extra supplies for the bus.

It's an unfortunate bedpan pink, it's big and can be folded to add a little extra weight across your body.

He weighs the two blankets in his arms before setting about covering the two sleeping ghouls.

Aurora snuggles easily into the fluffy white knit of the blanket Cumulus made, her lips turning upwards in her sleep, but doesn't wake.

Aeon, however, blinks up at Dew, purple eyes peaking through his lashes as the watches the older ghoul layer the blanket over him.

He doesn't say anything at first, letting Dew tuck him in, but mumbles his thanks when the other is done.

"Go back to sleep." is all Dew says in return, returning to his chair.

Now.

Now he can sleep.

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #something something someone get him a blanket too

[severedegg]

meow mrraow💜more goofies :o)))))

gonna try to uhm... figure out how to translate lesley into my style at some point

#dhmis #my art #dhmis fanart #yellow guy #dhmis red guy #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis roy #roy dhmis #lesley dhmis #dhmis lesley #dhmis shrignold #dhmis lamp #i love that dumb bread thing hes so sillay #also i get confused with lesleys name i keep writing 'leslie' smh....

[pastry3]

came up with a story for trollex n barb in my head n started doodling scenes of them 😭😭

#king trollex #queen barb #trolls #trolls world tour #mkay so basically #I wanted the story to be like #related to those mermaid stories where the mermaid is curious about the surface n stuff yk #And since I liked trollex n barb as a duo I was like #why not write about how they were old friends at 17-18 years old #And the last doodle shows how trollex is dead (not literally btw he's not actually dead) #And because of that he lost memory of who barb was #He lost his memory of everything him and barb did tgt #n they meet again after 4-5 years later #yea that's basically all the summary of the story #I do plan on writing it later on 👍 #lava lamp duo

[martyrbat]

a female character isn't allowed to be a character that is also female. she isn't allowed her own agency and complex motives nor any deeper emotions without it being centered around the male cast around her or a child. even if she's not a mother, she remains one because she could always potentially become a mother or she is the ‘mom character’ to the men/children around her and her actions MUST reflect that. if they don't, she's labeled a selfish bitch. if she is an (actual) mother than that's all she is—she isnt allowed deeper characterization or discussion because thats all she'll ever be, that's all she was made to be. male characters are allowed to be fathers (lireral or in the sense of providing for the people around them) with deeper feelings but a mother? never a mother.

#← this is found in both fandom treatment and (oftenly) the writing of the source material too #anyways this related to last post and the one before that where i said i wrote tags that are just too sidetracked to the post lol #ransom note #cant wait for people to ummm actually me about good female characters while fully ignoring the point of this #like no shit its a broad statement dipshit its used to open discussion about female characters often being reduced down #to only having purpose in their ability to be a caretaker to the surrounding cast around them. #like the problem isnt that theres mom characters. it isnt women taking care of people or being healers #its that theyre not allowed the same emotional depth compared to many male characters #something i liked in atla if i recall correctly is that katara wasnt a passive character. she cared and cared deeply and messily #she chose forgiveness to her mother's killer for HER story and growth. not because she had to for his #she stole shit and got jealous and was angry but she was still caring and healed. she still looked after people. #instead of just. oh shes there to be a 24/7 doormat to the male cast around her and their goals instead #and the FANDOM is the one that reduces her down to a bitch or just immature or an emotional support lamp #or whatever they do to reduce her down usually so they can prop up the male characters they like more. #like do you see where im going with this. do you get the point of the post...

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