#May writes

[queenburd]

Okay I did end up writing a small silly thing for 4/27!! Happy stanley day, here’s two idiots and a broom closet secret ending. Based on a really old doodle I made 8)

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“Stanley stepped into the broom closet, but there was nothing here.”

The Narrator’s tone is quiet exasperation. He stares at Stanley, who smiles at him from the center of the closet and does not move.

“Stanley, I’m going to be completely honest with you, it’s been years and I still truly don’t understand your fascination with this place. There’s nothing here.”

Stanley shrugs noncommittally. The Narrator can’t follow him in here.

The fellow scowls and steps into the closet, uncomfortably close to him. He crosses his arms, deeply unimpressed.

Okay, usually the Narrator can’t follow him in here.

A smirk tugs at the edge of his mouth. “If it’s privacy you’re after, then I’m afraid you’re playing the wrong game, Stanley.”

Making a face, Stanley grabs him by the shoulders and turns him to push him out of the closet. It’s a bunch of things, he adds, blowing a raspberry at the fellow as he walks him to the stairs. There’s the privacy, yes, the way the Narrator can’t hear him when he can’t see him. There’s also the way the Narrator can’t stop talking, grumbling and snarking and being just fun to work into a lather.

“Wh-you really just live to get under my skin, you know that? A pest, that’s what you are.” The prim nose turns upward in a scoff, but the fellow scrunches it when Stanley stops on the middle landing a step ahead of him to press a stubbly cheek to his temple in a nuzzle. “A pest,” he repeats, hand on the railing, corners of his mouth turned up.

Stanley chuckles and bounds up the last half-flight.

There’s also the other thing, but you know, that’s pretty rare, so it’s always a fun surprise.

“The—wait—what other thing?”

Huh?

They blink at each other, standing on the landing.

The Narrator doesn’t know about the thing?

“I—I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Huh. Another secret of the Parable then. Stanley finds himself giggling.

“I—Stanley, I hate when you do that!”

He shakes his head. It’s not a bad thing, he promises! He’ll show the Narrator if it ever shows up, he just wants to surprise him. It’s—

Well, it’s nice!

-

He checks the broom closet every run, for countless runs. The Narrator sighs in resignation each time, but he isn’t dissuaded.

And then, a countless number of resets later: there it is.

“Wh—“

Stanley holds the door open and gestures proudly at the arcade console standing in the center of the broom closet. Tada!

“What.”

The Narrator gawks, mouth open. He makes monosyllabic, flabbergasted noises, before settling on, “what—how in the hell—“

Stanley leads him into the closet and shows him the high score, all labeled with the name STANMAN8. He presses the start button, hand on the joystick, and guides the pixelated line around the screen with intense focus. When it consumes the dot, he looks again at the Narrator, gesturing at the display.

Snake!

“Yes I understand the point of the game, Stanley, that’s not the problem!!”

Stanley giggles, and then steps away from the console to guide the Narrator by the shoulders to stand in his place.

“Th-buh-“

Play!

“This is why you end up spending hours in here?!?”

Yeah!

“To play a DIFFERENT game?!?!??”

Yeah!!!

“You’re unbelievable and I can’t believe you!!!”

The fellow sputters with a kind of rage, and then he mutters something viciously about destroying Stanley’s score so completely that the shame will make Stanley never play it again. Stanley cheers him on as he plays.

#may writes #the stanley parable #tsp #the Stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #tsp fanfic #special gift for stanley 8) #the sparrow parable

[megustacat]

The LIs as the 5 Love Languages

Ais – Quality Time

For someone as lonely as Ais there is nothing better than time spent well with a loved one. No matter how your time will be spent - as long as it is in each other’s company no second is wasted. Just because his main love language is quality time it doesn’t mean that the other ones won’t come into play. Ais will make sure to give you everything you need because he wants that so badly - he wants to make your time and his time worth the while. You can count on that.

Leander – Physical Touch

If there is something as clear as day then it is that Leander’s love language is physical touch. The way this man pressed his face into your hand or shivered under your touch of his scars - there is no one who will love the way you touch him like Leander does. No matter if it’s your hands on his skin, hugs or kisses, long cuddle sessions or entirely different sessions. The closer, the better. The less space there is between your bodies, the better. The more built-up heat there is between your physical chemistry, no matter in which way, the better. Leander loves to touch you and be touched and wishes for you to never stop doing that. But I believe there will be no reason for you to, or is there anything more beautiful to do?

Vere – Gifts

Material Bitch. He loves-loves-LOVES it when you get him expensive gifts, like pricey champagne, beautiful trinkets and accessories or high-value art supplies. It doesn’t need to be something everyday, and Vere knows the difference between smothering him in unnecessary gifts and genuine, thoughtful presents. But this man loves his little surprises here and there to ensure that you still know his worth. And he will make sure you won’t forget.

Kuras – Words of Affirmation

Kuras doesn’t talk much and might not even be the person to give many words of affirmation, but when he does, he makes them count. Also he will be the one who finds genuine appreciation in your words, that is for sure. As someone who values discretion as much as honesty, being genuine with the way you feel for him and around him feels like the master key to unlocking his heart in less than a heartbeat. An “I love you” may walk a thousand steps for him, but wearing your heart on your tongue will go a thousand miles for him.

Mhin – Acts of Services

We all know Mhin’s spiel of “I don’t need any help, I can do it on my own “, and even though it may be true, there is something so, so special for them when they see that you go out of your way to show them how much you actually care. Words can be meaningless and forgettable to them, and Mhin is a person of action; to deliver your evidence of love on a silver platter to them will melt this brooding loner’s heart. Independence is wonderful until they realize that you are no threat to it, but an addition to their already existing autonomy. Your help and your acts of services create a liberty of affection they weren’t aware of before. Keep it up, the price is high for this one.

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #headcannons #may writes #ais #leander #vere #kuras #mhin #love languages #i recently noticed the similarites the more i read about different love languages #i just had to make this #i think some of them are interachangeable #there probably is not THE answer to it #kuras and ais could switch #or maybe ais and mhin #but i think in general it felt good to break them down like this and my friend blessed that decision #so i guess its okay :D #let me know if you like it!

[itsmaybitheway]

Red-Bull Lattes FTW

3.4K | T | Roommates, enemies to lovers, getting together, hospitalization, inadvisable caffeination habits

After mainlining three Red-Bull lattes to survive the last of his law school final of the semester, Alex finds himself in the hospital, his asshole of a roommate by his side. Why the fuck is Henry there? And why things he’s hearing throwing his world off its axis.

Opening his eyes feels like a Herculean task for Alex, almost impossible, so he stops trying and lets his eyelashes rest on his cheeks, listening in on a conversation he maybe shouldn’t, once again. But these moments he’s stealing feels like the only cracks in walls Henry has built around him, and he’s too nosy to stop.

There’s been this constant compulsion he felt ever since they met four months ago, to poke and prod, to find out what he’s been hiding behind the perfect exterior he puts on; all knitted sweaters and oxford shoes, pristine grammar even when texting, hair styled to not even let one strand fly out of place. He wants to know Henry and break down that facade, and find out why he hates Alex in the process.

I, it turns out, has fucked up my Several Sentence Sunday post after working 10 hours while running a fever! But the “Alex drinks way too many disgusting concoctions and gets hospitalized” fic is here!!

#rwrb #firstprince #rwrb fanfiction #first prince #firstprince fanfic #rwrb fanfic #red white and royal blue fanfic #don’t mix redbull with coffee kids #red white & royal blue fanfic #red white and royal blue fanfiction #red white & royal blue #red white and royal blue #itsmaybitheway #may writes #my fic #my fic writing #my fic post #enjoy i guess lol

[meadowsofmay]

so i was re-watching rtte and remembered an old headcanon that i came up with and that i would absolutely love to share with all of you — we all know, that there are days when riders act so insufferable hiccup is about to go mental or batshit crazy or pull a "tiran" and send everyone in different directions with the stupidest tasks possible just so he can have a moment to breathe.

but what if, there are days when riders are so insufferable with their jokes about him that hiccup decides to joke too. during one of the late night checking of the island, he foresees the steel trap and steps accidentally in it — prosthetic leg, of course, but he yells like his only healthy leg got chomped off.

should i mention, that snotlout almost lost his heart and soul when he heard that scream and imagined the worst scenario possible?

«aw, snotlout, were you really that worried about me?»

«only that without both legs you'll become even more annoying... shut up, hiccup»

#this post is brought to you by that scene where hiccup steps into the trap on the hunters ship and goes #'well that's an advantage of having a metal leg' #like BOY? #also #something about hiccup having dark/cruel sense of humor really tickles my brain #or better to say scratches it sooo good #like imagine him picking up tuffnut tendency to joke about his prosthetic #and turning into his own dark coping mechanism #hiccup haddock #snotlout jorgenson #astrid hofferson #fishlegs ingerman #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #how to train your dragon #httyd #may writes

[mayflowers07]

There is a cabin out in the Arctic.

You would expect it to be cold. You would run your fingers along the shelves, the picture frames, the chests and expect a layer of dust to reveal itself. You would expect it to be abandoned, considering the owner is no longer around.

Instead, there is a fresh baked pie on the windowsill, steam wafting off its flaky crust. The flavour changes, as it seems it is switched out quite regularly, just like the notes in pretty pink ink left beside them that all end with “I miss you, Protesilaus.”

Instead, footprints cover the earth around it. The patterns and shapes of these tracks are unmistakably odd. From the tiny piglin marks that run around with childish abandon, to the goat hooves that come to the front door and stand there for hours staring- like they’re waiting hopelessly for someone to arrive, to the hooked claws of an enderman that track snow inside when it tentatively enters and finds the room strangely familiar and comforting, despite not remembering why.

Instead, something is missing from the bookshelf. The previously immaculately organized collection of novels has a gap where ‘The Adventures of Theseus’ once sat. Now it resides in the basement, piled beneath a large blanket where someone has been sleeping. The pages are getting worn and creased with how often the book is flipped through. Like someone is trying to find the answers in its words.

Instead, there is a song in the air. Not always musically, though the guitar tunes are often hauntingly raw when they tremble in the air, and the notes sung barely make it through with no empty gaps where someone should be. Sometimes the song is in the form of a story. About a farm. An empire. An arena. A battlefield. A cavern, a festival, a pit, a war zone. Yet there are still a million more stories to tell.

Instead, the possessions are clean. Every so often, worn hands trace along emeralds with a wet washcloth. They sharpen the famously named sword and trident to wicked points. They draw lines along the art on the walls, especially on the face, hoping that time will not eventually steal the memory of how it looked from his mind and praying the Lady will bring him peace.

There is a cabin out in the Arctic.

You would expect it to be cold. You would run your fingers along the shelves, the picture frames, the chests and expect a layer of dust to reveal itself. You would be wrong.

The cabin is not abandoned.

The owner is no longer around, but it will always be his home.

#you will be missed #you will be loved #but you will not be forgotten #may writes #death tw #technoblade #dream smp #mcyt #nihachu #ranboo #tubbo #tommyinnit #Wilbur soot #philza

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Day 1 of @madatobiweek: Magic

Tobirama is a con artist who performs as a magician and simply uses science to create his illusions, psychology to bullshit his way through his fortune-telling sessions, and chemistry to brew potions in eye-catching colors.

Because ever since the car accident that cost Tobirama’s parents and Kawarama’s life when he and Hashirama had only been teenagers, they both had to take on all kinds of jobs to keep them afloat and give their youngest brother, Itama, the best possible life.

And Tobirama is not above scamming people if it means it brings food into their kitchen.

Enter Madara, a fire-natured witch of the Uchiha Coven, as well as the greatest mirage artisan to ever have lived. He’s on the search for his younger brother, Izuna, who disappeared about a month ago without a trace, which is how he encounters Tobirama in the town of Konoha—whose trickery is so convincing that he believes Tobirama must be a real seer.

Desperate to find Izuna, Madara offers Tobirama a fortune to help him, even if it irks him to ask a seer of the Senju Coven. His father never had a good word for the Senju witches, and Madara can’t quite shake off the distrust of an old blood feud. But he remembers Hashirama from his childhood who was a trustworthy person, despite being unaware of the mighty earth nature inside of him, and that’s enough for him.

Tobirama hesitates to accept Madara’s money, as his request seems severe and dire, but gives in in the end. They could really use that money, and it’s hardly his fault that Madara is delusional enough to spend this much money on a trick fortune teller instead of an actual investigator. Might as well use this chance to figure out if he has what it takes to become a detective, no?

Which is how they end up on a trip through the Elemental Nations during which Tobirama bullshits his seer abilities while he uses his smarts to find traces of Izuna’s whereabouts, followed by a comedy of errors as Madara and Tobirama both have the wrong image of the other, yet manage to slowly fall in love with the other.

It all comes to a climax when Madara realizes that Tobirama is no real witch, and Tobirama gets his world turned upside down upon finding out that magic actually exists. And oh, fuck. He just scammed a real witch!

I have no plans to ever write this fic, so if you feel inspired, please go ahead. You may run with this idea as you please, with proper credit of course.

All photos in the moodboard are from Unsplash and Pexels, both sources of freely usable images.

#may's moodboards #may writes #-ish #it's a fic idea not a fic but i count it anyway #madatobiweek2023 #this is also the only thing i can contribute this year bc head empty. and energy empty also #madatobi #mdtb #tobimada #senju tobirama #uchiha madara #may why does tbrm look so angry here - bc he's a prissly bitch that's why #listen i am extremely limited in the screencaps i can use considering he only smiles when he's edo tensei'd which rlly doesn't fit #and neither do the neutral ones where he wears the happuri and the fur #so the angwyyy expression it has to be i'm sorry #it's more frustrating to me than to you anyway #that being said. gosh i love doing magic/fantasy boards. they're always the prettiest :]

[maybeebeee]

Stardust.

Chapter 1.

Read on AO3

“But I still failed.” “You saved a bus full of people.” “It’s not enough! It was supposed to be easy, Spider-Man comes in and saves everybody and we’re done for another day!”

a journey of learning, healing and loving, as only spider-people can.

~

huge thank you to the goldenpunk server for your support, and especially @wulfspyd3r for being my biggest fan <3

#may writes #goldenpunk #chaipunk #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #miles morales #gwen stacy #peter b parker #arachkids #spiderband #spiderverse #marvel #spiderverse fic #ghostflower #in the background mostly #this is basically pavitr faces the traumas of spiderman: the book

[seethestarsalittlecloser]

Getting really sick of this whole “I don’t know what happens next in my story” nonsense

#I've been dying to write this idea for MONTHS but putting a coherent plot together is just not happening and i'm gonna scream #writer problems #may speaks #Seethestarsalittlecloser #may writes

[inmayshead]

"Do you think in another universe, we’re fine?"

"I think in many other universes, we stay by each other’s sides until the stars die with us."

#may writes #figuring out everything I can write with only that one multiverse trope is great #thoughts #my writing #tempted to tag spider verse #so I will #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #oc #there I go

[maiawrites]

#see into me #a different gaze #where your eyes linger #i need you to understand #i need you to look and really see me #i see you for you #i wish you could see me too #maysunwrites #may writing prompts #may writes #poetic #poetrty #original poem #original poets on tumblr #original art

[aymayzing]

Hiii so for the fanfic author ask game, how about for your fic "Four Weddings" (which I will always love 😌❤️)

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

(You can also answer this about another fic if this question doesn't really apply)

Hiiii, Gin :3 Thank you for the ask!

There were no alternate versions which was very surprising to me, as there always are for my stories. But, and you might remember that considering how quickly I sent you new chapters to review before posting them, this story possessed me. The moment I had the idea, I sat down to write and really kept up the pressure for a month. The last chapter was posted February 1st and I started writing around Christmas. A 30k word fic in a month and a few days, my best score.

Since I was writing new chapters at such a speed, there was simply no way nor time for the story to change its course. The idea stayed very consistent.

The fic in question, if maybe someone wants to check it out ;) Four Weddings

#ask game #thank you for the ask! #oxygenforthewicked #may writes

[willowcrowned]

incredible how much housework you can get done if you take a chance and believe in yourself and also have fifteen other much more pressing responsibilities

#if i ignore the writing (non-hobby) i have to do for long enough i may even finally vacuum #willow's wastebin tagxon #willow's greatest hits

[itsmaybitheway]

All The Fics Lead Back To You

Chapter 8/10 (7.4k) (40k TWC) | E | Secret identities, love confessions, smut

When Alex calls James in a panicked daze after the cake falls on him and Henry, the last thing he expects is for Henry’s phone to light up, screen reading ‘Incoming Call From barracuda’

Alex’s phone drops on the floor with a loud thud, noise echoing in the large bathroom but neither of them can peel their eyes off of Henry’s phone, still ringing on the marble counter.

With the shock written on both of their faces, it is clear neither knew who they actually were talking to, and it becomes absolutely transparent the second Henry drops to his knees with a choked sob.

#all the fics lead back to you #may writes #rwrb #firstprince #rwrb fanfiction #first prince #firstprince fanfic #rwrb fanfic #red white and royal blue fanfic #red white & royal blue fanfic #red white and royal blue fanfiction #red white & royal blue #red white and royal blue #meta fic #fic in a fic #my fic #firstprince fic

[meadowsofmay]

stages of grief:

thorin is not dead.

it's just bilbo's mind playing tricks on him, creating pictures in his nightmares that haunt him every time he opens his eyes from a restless dream.

thorin is not dead.

and the commotion outside the room tells him so. there's no silent grieving that fills the air with dampness making it hard to breathe. yet, bilbo can't take a breath but that's probably because of a panic attack messing with his insides once again, crushing lungs under the pressure of a rib cage till they burst open, letting the air out…

thorin is not dead.

and bilbo has to remind himself that, slapping himself across the face as tears keep streaming down his raw red cheeks. it's stupid. he is stupid. so not ready for the war that the mighty of the world waged upon each other — he is too small for the world itself who thought it would be a good idea to bring a hobbit to see the end of it?

thorin is not dead.

and it starts to become ridiculous. bilbo can't sit in these four walls any longer, can't wait for the miracle to happen because thorin should have opened his eyes long ago. he should have because they patched him up. because the eagles came and they weren't late. thorin should be alive and well and…

it's time, bilbo. i am sorry.

thorin is not dead.

bilbo can't lie to himself any longer.

#it's bagginshield night #i am coping with shit in my life with stoppid little angsty writing #bagginshield #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bilbo x thorin #the hobbit #the hobbit drabble #may writes

[mayflowers07]

Title: how the most dangerous thing is to love

Word count: 12271

Characters: everyone but Doc, Cleo, and Jevin-centric

Trigger warnings: trafficking, kidnapping, torture, experimentation, violence, blood, gore, panic, claustrophobia

Summary:

“Then he spoke, his tears finally allowed to fall but voice stable with resolve to fix what had been broken, what had been taken from them:

‘I found the missing Hermits. And we’re going to get them back. Meet me in the spawn room.’”

….

aka with the same ferocity the wolves protect their pack with, so the Hermits protect their own

(Based on this ask on @hmshermitcraft but platonic)

#hermitcraft #hermitfic #hermitblr #docm77 #zombiecleo #ijevin #may writes

[justsomeoneunordinary]

For the prompt meme:

Writing down her thoughts about their relationship wasn’t as cathartic as Tobirama had hoped.

Idk if the “her” in this was a typo or deliberate but I took it as permission to write F/F MadaTobi :]

Writing down her thoughts about their relationship wasn’t as cathartic as Tobirama had hoped.

It was a hopelessly romantic sentiment anyway—something, that would occur to Hashirama, which was probably the reason she thought of it in the first place.

What was she supposed to write down? That her relationship with Madara was a purely sexual one, built on anger and frustration, on insults that dug deep into their skin, on biting and scratching and bruising until they were both covered in blood, spit and ejaculation equally?

Or should she rather write down how the mad grin on Madara’s ridiculously black-painted lips made Tobirama tremble in arousal, how she felt a sense of belonging when Madara pressed herself against Tobirama from behind, her heavy breasts warm on Tobirama’s back, and how no other partner had ever been able to bring her to completion with mouth and fingers as skillfully as Madara, leaving Tobirama completely and wholly satisfied?

It didn’t matter either way, for one fact remained:

Tobirama had killed Madara’s last brother, and thus the impossibility of their relationship becoming a fairytale romance was set in stone.

For this prompt meme

(I still accept a few more)

#may answers #anon #may writes #madatobi #mdtb #tobimada #senju tobirama #uchiha madara #thank you for the prompt!