#but I had fun writing it regardless

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

I have a request please!

Could you write about Eddie dear and Frank frankly taking care of a regressed reader?

(Headcannon or fanfic I don’t mind!)

Sorry I didn’t notice I got an ask !! Im still getting used to Tumblrs interface, especially since it’s so different on my phone than my laptop (╯‿╰,)

Absolutely ! I’ll do headcanons since everything is so new, but I hope you enjoy it anon ! Hope you don’t mind that I like writing reader as a fellow puppet of the Neighborhood.

Synopsis : Frank and Eddie take care of you during dinner time and tuck you in for bed

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✿ Just like Julie, you would consider yourself pretty good friends with Frank. You trusted him more than anyone else in the Neighborhood. So when he finally made it official with Eddie, you were over the moon for him! Now you had two besties to hang out with

✿ Most everyone knew you age regressed occasionally, heck, some of your fellow neighbors did as well ! Sally, for example, regressed like you do and made for wonderful playdates

✿ When Frank had suggested that both him and Eddie act as your caregivers, you hesitated. On one hand, it would be awesome having not one but TWO caregivers. On the other hand, you felt rather shy opening up to Eddie in such a vulnerable state.

✿ In the end though, you agreed. Frank had said that he spoke with Eddie before approaching you about it, and that the mailman was more than excited to partake. “I think it would be fun!” He had said

✿ Franks home is a nice little two bedroom house with a little office he kept for all his insect stuff. Especially his display of butterfly shadow boxes. The spare bedroom was originally a guest bedroom but doubled as the space where you and Frank would hang when regressed

✿ As the afternoon turned into evening and Eddie’s shift ended, little you and Frank waited patiently (albeit excitedly) for the mailman to come home. Dinner was around the corner and Frank had already set the table, your own colorful plastic plate and cutlery set out as well.

✿ “I’m home!” Eddie announced loudly as he entered the house. He set his satchel and hat off to the side. “Sorry if I’m a little late, I got lost delivering some of the last packages.”

✿ “Welcome Home.” Frank greeted him as well and went to give his hello kisses. You giggled at their interaction from your place at the table. “Dinners ready whenever you are.”

✿ You couldn’t help the giggles that seemed to spill out of you as you watch the two dot over eachother. It was enough to catch Eddie’s attention. “Now what this over here? Looks like someone has a case of the giggles.”

✿ “Papa gave Daddy kisses.” You said gleefully behind your hands. Eddie left Frank’s side to come over to you as he enveloped you in a hug.

✿ “And Papa gives kisses to littles too!” He said giving you quick smooches to both your cheeks. His hands found their way to your sides and before you could register what he was doing, he began to tickle you. This sent you into a raging fit of laughter, absolutely shrieking before Eddie took mercy and took his place at the table.

✿ Dinner went by normally. Frank put your food on your plastic plate, with dividers, and poured your favorite juice in a sippy cup. Eddie talked about his day and how it went and in turn ask you and Frank how yours was.

✿ “We played with Sally at her house and for lunch we had sandwiches that Miss Poppy made. It was really yummy. Then we had nap time and daddy read me the hungry caterpillar, it’s my favorite bug book.” You rambled off when it your turn to talk about your day. It was like that as everyone finished their food as Frank and Eddie started taking plates and washing them.

✿ Frank had been to worried in the past that you might accidentally cut yourself with something sharp while helping with the dishes, so he asked instead if you didn’t mind getting into your pajamas for the night. “I’m sure papa would love to see your new jammies we got from Howdys.”

✿ The idea of being able to show off your new pjs was more than enough motivation to leave to two in the kitchen as they cleaned. When you came back, they were finished and had put most of everything away.

✿ “Papa!” You had practically shouted as you came into the living room. “Look at my pjs! The stars glow in the dark!” They were indeed cute pajamas. They had a solid blue background with white stars scattered about in various sizes.

✿ “Come here,” Eddie patted the space between him and Frank on the couch. You gladly wiggled in between them to cuddle. “Why, these look spectacular! You’ll have to show me them glowing when it’s bedtime.”

✿ As you snuggled between your caretakers you felt sleep slowly but surely creep its way up as you began to yawn. Surely closing your eyes just to rest them won’t make you go to sleep. Besides, papa is telling a real interesting story (that you aren’t following) to daddy so of course you’ll stay awake.

✿ In all honesty, you only lasted for roughly half an hour, and that’s being generous. The sun had set long ago and the hour was late. “Oh dear,” Eddie said, suddenly dropping his voice to a whisper. “I believe they’ve fallen asleep.”

✿ “So they have.” Frank whispered. “Here, why don’t we take ‘em to bed.” He gently pried himself away from you, moving ever so slowly in order not to wake you. Eddie scooped you up in his strong arms, trying his best not to stir you, and carried you to the guest room.

✿ While Eddie tucked you into bed, Frank grabbed one of your stuffed animals and expertly slid it between your arms. You moved a little but it was to grasp the toy and hold it dearly. Frank plugged in a nightlight on the opposite side of the room before tiptoeing out, Eddie leaving right behind.

✿ Even though Frank had left you a nightlight, he flipped the hallway light on and left the door open a creek. He knew that you hated wondering around in the dark in case you needed something in the middle of the night.

✿ “Goodnight sleepy bug.” Eddie whispered to your sleeping form before finally taking his leave and following Frank upstairs and to their bedroom.

#wally darling #welcome home arg #frank frankly #julie joyful #sally starlet #barnaby b beagle #eddie dear #howdy pillar #poppy partridge #welcome home #welcome home agere #caregiver Frank Frankly #caregiver Eddie Dear #age regressor reader #age regressor #sfw little community #sfw caregiver #i hope you like this #I wasn’t too sure what to write tbh #but I had fun writing it regardless

[karnaca78]

Once it was a place of wonder, when not yet given to decay. History breaks and reshapes, he knows, be it stone or bone. He likes the bone at his fingers. In the laboratory, at an hour too early for noise, when he is alone, when he hears the skin-less hum of a humerus, the past turns present and moulds his mind a time-piece. Delicacy lining his hand, he makes himself as goldsmith and cares for the dead as never have the living. Here, too: this is what he wants. The skeleton and the marrow, the fabric of ancestry and genealogies given forgetfulness— this is what he wants, to carve his name cranial along a curve, a ridge, a life ossified. To write history and become it in time.

Excerpt from Intercostal / Red, in which Micolash and Laurence go down an old underworld.

Read here on AO3

#bloodborne #micolash host of the nightmare #laurence the first vicar #micolaurence #my writing #i've never been so proud of a fanfic before so #i hope it's good #i've had a lot of fun writing it regardless

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! I am in the mood for some new (to me) music. Do you have any recommendations for songs that make you want to dance? No limits on genre or language, but if you're sending me a link to a specific music video please give me a heads up if it has flashing lights (if possible). Thanks!

#the person behind the yarn #I heard a song playing at the local Joanns the other day and I regret not writing down the lyrics so I could look it up #very very dance-able #I remember none of the words at all lol #I do not care what language the songs I listen to are in #if it's fun to sing I will learn the lyrics regardless of language #I mean most of the songs I listen to are in English but I have songs I sing along with in several other languages #...I might only know what like half of the words actually mean but I did know the meanings at one point! #I just learned a lot of the lyrics before I got sick and those memories are Gone #oh wait if the lyrics are not in English and the lyrics are propositioning someone I would like to know that #so there's not a repeat of the 'the only French I knew as a child was song lyrics but I very much didn't know what they meant' #like I do not mind the lyrics I just want to avoid another Incident #I cannot tell you how many adults (in retrospect) heard me singing that song. CLEARLY had a face journey about it #and were like...she can't know what that means. Should I tell her? That would be so awkward. I'm not going to tell her #I thought adults just didn't like French for so long

[elbowreveal]

sitting here giggling. the whole "youre my bestest bud" "do you want a flower my friend" "sure thing my only friend" was played up because they were planning on being evil. doing a little angst.

except they nixed the betrayal and just kept doing it. so it comes across as just entirely genuine and sappy instead. its like that gif of the guy about to skateboard but he never puts the skateboard down and just keeps scurrying.

#im just pleased at the thought of techno having so much fun. doing a little scheming a lil writing a little crime... #what do i tag this as. cemeralds with meta context? #word of god?? #it was fuckign bit im just. ohhh they were clearly having so much fun #or maybe techno had already changed his mind at that point- #-but i saw someone say they noticed bits in the retirement arc that could have lined up ? #made me think is all #regardless. i love them

[stinkrascal]

i finished writing the vlad/brie backstory reprisal less than 2 weeks ago and i have already finished editing the first 100 pages. im telling you guys im trying so hard to finish this quickly 🤒

#i want the writing to be completely done and the first few screenshots to be edited so that i can begin posting dec 31st #aka vlads birthday lol #hopefully i can finish before then but i wont stress myself out if i dont finish it. the fact that its so close to being done at all is #super exciting. i'll finally be able to post it soon regardless!! #ive had too much fun writing this silly story i really hope u guys have fun reading it <3 #this story is my brain child. my passion project. literally cannot wait to share it with yall :3

[whysamwhy123]

IT IS DONE.

I mean...not really because I need to proofread it and if I was really a good writer, I'd probably have to edit it down a ton but whatever, I finished the OrangeHook fic!!

It's just over 8k words, yikes. I should probably take out a ton of it but who knows if I actually will or not. Mostly, I'm just happy because this is the first thing I've finished writing in months? The slump I was in was so bad, I honestly thought I might stop writing completely again. Turns out, all it took to get me back into the swing of things was a brand new pairing and a bad idea!

Didn't write the smut in the end though. I did my usual 'fade to black and then we pick up right afterwards'. Whatever. It's better than embarrassing myself with some shoddy, badly written, unsexy-sex times. And this monstrosity is long enough as it is, so.

At least I had the restraint to not include the part I was thinking of where OC politely asks Hook to never call him daddy. Ever. And Hook's just like ''Uh. Sure?''

Now I just need to polish it up a touch and then I've gotta decide whether I feel up to actually posting this thing or not...

#What is wrong with you Sam you should not be allowed to write #I'm honestly a little impressed by my ability to write something so long and yet so little actually happens LOL #I bet in the hands of a skilled writer this baby would have been like...3k words at most? #But ol' Sammy Sam-Sam's over here like ''WHAT IF EVERYONE TALKED TOO MUCH AND HAD A MILLION THOUGHTS ABOUT EVERYTHING #AND WHAT IF I WENT INTO EXCRUIATING DETAIL ABOUT ALL OF THESE THOUGHTS REGARDLESS OF HOW LITTLE POINT THERE IS TO THEM?'' #Still I had fun and maybe that's what matters in the end? #Still don't think I'm the right writer to handle OrangeHook but it's my brainrot now might as well own it #Oh and in case you're wondering - the final count of the amount of times OC refers to Hook as ''the kid'' is 32 🙂🙂🙂

[honeydots]

If I can ask another one ‘you’re not alone. i’m staying right here.’ and Xanlow

"You're not alone. I'm staying right here." 1.4k, xanlow from this ask game

Xander had a business trip that was taking him across the country, way up by the northern sea and among the black rocks, freezing winds, and terrible storms. It’s meant to last months, and Inigo’s bendable when it comes to location, so—he decided to go along with.

This afternoon, Inigo’s sitting on one of the rocky beaches, solidly far from the cold ocean. The air is nice and salty, he’s got a thick blanket to sit on, and he’s only been rained on a tiny bit. He has a much wider view of the sea from the apartment they’re renting, but he was getting lonely inside. So now he’s lonely outside.

Xander’s at work right now, much deeper into the still-unfamiliar city that’s strikingly more gray than Windmire’s black. And Inigo, just a short while ago, got back from a dance class he found nearby. He’d like to say he’s going to a rehearsal tonight, but… Well, he’s between jobs.

He doesn’t really have connections in this part of Nohr. It was a struggle to get them for a while in Windmire, and he made the poor assumption that because he already went through that once, he wouldn’t again. Inigo’s been beating himself up for not asking around more to see if there were any friends-of-friends around here when he had the chance. Anxiety and freelancing unfortunately do not go hand-in-hand.

He hasn’t been completely jobless, but he’s certainly not busy at the moment. It’s harder to get a shoe in for contracts and auditions when he’s relatively unknown. And even if he’s been socializing in his classes to try and make some meaningful connections, so is everyone else, and Inigo is really great at flubbing things up.

Xander keeps telling him not to feel guilty—it’s always a possibility to be without work for a while with a job like this, and Xander makes more than enough to keep them afloat. But it’s hard to help it. Inigo was hoping he’d have gotten into a groove by now, yet he very much hasn’t, and it’s hard not to feel guilty using Xander’s money for his own things.

Not that moping by the sea is improving his situation whatsoever. But it’s pretty, it smells nice. And if nothing else is lovely in this gray city, at least the gray ocean has a charm. He doesn’t get to see it often.

Inigo’s outside longer than he realizes, because he gets a text from Xander asking where he is. He’s probably home, then—whoops. He tells him he’s by the ocean side, and asks if he should come back, but Xander doesn’t reply. So Inigo stays put, sitting quietly on his blanket, until he hears footsteps from behind.

Expectedly, it’s Xander. “You found me,” Inigo says lightly, scooting over a bit to make room. Xander sits down next to him, still in his stuffy work clothes, and he kisses Inigo’s temple lightly.

“You weren’t too hard to spot.” Which is fair, since Inigo’s like, the only person out here. It’s cold today—and Xander’s nice and warm, so Inigo certainly doesn’t mind the company. He leans into him, eyes still on the ocean, loneliness drifting away for a while.

“How was work?” Inigo asks. He’s still surprised it’s gotten so late. He’s not usually the sit-still-and -close-your-mouth type, but he’s feeling awfully sluggish today. So perhaps that’s why.

Xander sighs. “Fine,” he says. “Work.”

“Ah, yeah. At least you’re done now.” Xander’s work clothes are also gray, sometimes black, and sometimes Inigo gets him to wear a colorful tie. But he’ll always have a shock of blond that keeps him standing out. Inigo’s just the opposite, hair gray and dull, but he likes to wear blues and greens and whites. Sometimes purple, too, because his mother likes it most.

Xander puts his arm not quite around Inigo, but sets it down behind him so it crosses over his back. “How did your class go?”

Inigo shrugs. “Good, it was good. Pretty fun today, we worked on new stuff.” He inhales, then slumps. “I, uh. I’m kind of sort of making some friends?” It’s hard to be a socialite when the one tactic he had is completely off the board, now. Getting married kind of kills the flirting game. Not that he always got the best results with that, anyway.

Xander hums. He leans into Laslow, too. “I’m glad it’s coming along.”

“Ah, that’s a good term for it.”

A cold and slightly wet wind comes by, and they both shiver. Even if you can’t see the sun in Nohr, the nights are still colder than the days, and the evening is rolling in without a second thought. It was already chilly, but it’s getting chilly chilly.

“What are you doing out here?” Xander asks, and Inigo chews on his cheek. There’s why is he out here, and why has been out here for so long, which are two different questions with two different answers.

And despite what he asked, Xander’s probably looking for the latter. “I… Just got lost thinking, for a while,” he says. He looks down at his knees, covered by soft blue sweats and not doing a great job at keeping the cold out. “Wishing I’d get a call back, or something.”

Xander does put his arm around Inigo now, rubbing his arm gently. It warms him up a bit, and Inigo goes on. “There's this terrible feel of… Isolation, that I've got. Like—if you and I weren’t doing this together, what would I be doing? Living in a hovel and eating stale bread, workless as I’ve been?” He huffs, and cuddles into himself. “I hate having nothing to do.”

Xander scowls, in a very cute way that involves his lips scrunching a bit as his eyebrows lower. “You aren’t alone, there’s no point in giving what-ifs attention,” he says. “I’m here, I don’t mind. Take your time.”

“I know, I know,” Inigo says with a pout. “And I’d rather you here than not. It’s just—boring. And depressing. And you work for entirely too long, I get lonely.” That being, Xander works a respectable nine-to-five which he’ll only sometimes come back late from, since Inigo pesters him immensely otherwise.

Xander gives a small and considerate looking grin. "Maybe I'll try harder to beat the traffic next time," he says, which is nice. “Do you have plans for tomorrow yet?”

Inigo’s classes are every other day with a three-day weekend, so when a fraction of his time isn’t taken up by that, he’s sort of left open ended. Not that Xander doesn't work tomorrow, though, so he can't count on his company until later.

“I might go to the gym?” Inigo says, since he’d much rather be ready than not if he does end up getting a proper contract. “And, uh—if we need anything, I could go shopping, too.” Xander thinks for a moment, and so does Inigo—and then he completely hangs his head. “I feel like—like, I’m all washed up. Don’t I sound washed up? Am I still young enough to say I’m not old enough for this? ”

And Xander does not seem to appreciate the comment. “You aren’t washed up,” he says firmly, then frowns. “You were doing fine in Windmire.”

“But I feel like I am, and that makes all the difference.” Inigo throws out an arm, like he’s presenting himself. “Look at me. Sitting dramatically by an ocean, on a dark cloudy day, getting rained on—”

“Is it raining?” Xander says, interrupting Inigo’s self-deprecating rant and glancing up to the sky.

Inigo lets it go pretty seamlessly. “Oh, it has been. Only a little.”

Xander looks similarly unamused. “We’re going back inside,” he decides, and starts standing, leaving Inigo quite cold and alone.

“What? Nooo,” he says, since he was slightly enjoying the miserable feel. “I shouldn’t have mentioned that.”

Xander extends a hand to Inigo. “You’ll get yourself sick.”

Inigo just looks at his hand for a moment. And then he frowns, and takes it, and as he’s pulled to his feet he grumbles, “I won’t get sick.”

“You will,” Xander says, meaning Laslow didn’t mumble his grumble enough. “And then you’ll sulk around the apartment feeling useless all day.”

Laslow snatches up his blanket from the rocks. “I do that anyway.”

They start walking back together. Xander looks pretty cold in just his button up, so maybe it’s better they do. It’ll only be getting colder, after all.

And Inigo guesses—even if he’s feeling guilty and washed up, and even if he’s antsy all day and anxious all night—

It’s pretty nice to have somebody who’ll take care of you, too.

#WOOO THANKS FOR THE REQUEST #changed up prompt again slightly but i got into the groove of this idea and well. wording. whateva #i rly like modern xanlow i need to write them more..... #i also like casually in an established relationship xanlow. hey i might just like xanlow you guys-- #fjdkfjksdjf #sorry it's slightly late!! i indeed was too tired to properly finish posting this yesterday after classes #but i had a lot of fun writing it regardless~ #freelancing is one of my fave occupations for laslow as a dancer in modern aus this has come up before and it will come up again #it's just. good. its good!! #hehehe #anyway thank you again!!!! i had so much fun ;w;w;w; #dots writing games #dots answers asks #antivanwine14

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

yesterday i was thinking that if i don't get into any phd program by the end of the year and i switch to focusing on studying oposiciones to work at a museum i will try and learn some catalan to get the c1.

#basically my plan for next year is: if i get into the phd i will be living abroad which is scary but i'll be doing a phd which :) #if i don't. i will try to get into a phd next year but that will become my plan b #my plan a will become studying oposiciones and going to conferences / writing papers / studying languages / anything to engross my cv #i was thinking of also trying to get the official tour guide license so i can work as that in the meantime but for what i saw in madrid #the last call for the exams to get it were in 2017. so that's fun #i'll also want to try another official language exam. probably french cause that's the language i know most after english. #and then. i could also try and get the c1 of catalan cause i don't mind moving to another autonomous community to work in a museum #like i am open to state autonomic and local museums. they just have to be historical / ethnological / archaeological #my dream would actually be to work at centros de interpretación in archaeological sites but i don't know if they fall under the 'museum' #denomintation or if they are another thing i'd had to study for #and a c1 in catalan opens up my possibilities in three new autonomic communities #it's also the cooficial language i know the best. and also valencia (and more specifically alacant province) is like. on my top 3 list of #preferred destinations. cause i know pretty well the province so i think i wouldn't be so anxious moving there #and there's family and friends so i won't feel so alone i think #anyways. this is all hypothetical. but yeah #oh!!! i almost forgot!!! #if all of this happens i also want to try learning pottery ^_^ #there's a pottery workshop next door to my therapist office so i would most likely go there hehe #i'm happy cause i'm excited both to live abroad and do a phd and to stay here and study a bunch of things so. regardless of what happens #these next few months until 2024... next year is garanteed to be better than 2023. for sure

[darabeatha]

/ I can't believe my first 'oc' servant (and i put it on quotes bc its not like i invented the d.evil, and i also mean in general bc I literally can't remember when was the last time I had something close to an oc) is the frigging d.evil

#;ooc #ooc #IN MY DEFENSE;;;!! i had my first-ish oc as p.rometheus but i never found a fc for him; i just reblog memes about p.rometheus in general bu #he's not like; visibly appearing #he's getting his liver eaten somewhere that poor creature (p.rometheus) #i think its also why im like; OH THIS IS KINDA FUN bc its like; free real state #i mean in a way; regardless of whether u write a canon or an oc as how we know; i think at the end; they all become an oc #bc its like; even if u stick close to canon; u always end up adding stuff to the character themselves so its like in a way #they become new; does that make sense? #like there's always the saying that all canon charas are oc's and its true but i also like thinking #all canon charas -become- original creations #bc inevitably a part of u will be conveyed in them; its like; it comes with writing the character #once u decide ur gonna write someone; a part of u/ur thoughts will go to that form of expression u feel me? #of course i dont mean this as in u are ur muse; no i mean that everyone interprets things differently #its like art; like just from the simple fact that ur a human and that we are literally unique (not in the cliche way)ur bringing something #new; its like; it comes iwth the package

[iniziare]

Muse Aesthetic / Feelings

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.  being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit (excessive training). withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑.  wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot (!!!) making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.  constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired.passing out.

Tagged by: @militus an age and a half ago 🤍 Thank you, I had fun! Tagging: /cracks knuckles. @sicsemper (Gee, I wonder who), @rcdfcxr (initially I wanted to request just Rufus, but I'm really interested in Reno as well, so both!), @inventorem (@aworldofyou because I don't know if you'll see this otherwise), @svnsworn (Jessie), @blitzrod, @tscng, @sentmail (I'm on the 'Lemme learn about Kunsel' train, shh), @lionfated (I've been missing Leon, pretty please), @annjiru (I also am on the Angael train still), @cwarscars (I need you to envision me as a koala very dramatically clinging to your leg), @spynorth (if you tell me you've done it already Lucas, it doesn't matter, do it again and again!), @trickstercaptain, @freedomhasfangs, @lighthouseborn (I can never have enough Henry Turner in my life, ever), @weaponiised, but also— @liifestreams (please give me Reeve, the novel is killing me slowly and he killed me a little). And anyone else? Steal it, I'm sure I've forgotten people and it's nothing personal whatsoever!

#[ tifa lockhart. ] she had buried the twinges of guilt beneath the narcissism of self-sacrifice. beneath the belief of 'the greater good'. #[ tifa lockhart / et cetera. ] but i work for shinra. i'm the enemy. / i don't care. i don't want anyone to die. please! #[ tifa lockhart / meta. ] people have many things pent up inside of themselves. so many things they can never forget. strange isn't it? #[ it has been years and i still never can decide what to 'file' this stuff under. probably just a me problem. ] #[ it's not quite meta because i didn't write it-- it's also not 'relevance' because-- well. not using it for this. ] #[ any way-- this was /very/ fun actually. and i sat here in contemplation for a few of them. ] #[ this actually puts into perspective; again; why i love the nuance of animation that remake gives tifa. ] #[ the voice and animation definitely added to just about anyone; i always want to point out how much of tifa is in the subtleties. ] #[ the clenched fists-- the self-hugging. the doubt that lingers within regardless of anger. and how it's shown even in little gestures. ] #[ like when she suggests going out on the town with cloud and he questions her for half a moment-- she folds back in on herself. ] #[ same thing with the train for example-- literally rooted in place. and it's not taking away from the bravery she holds on many levels. ] #[ it's the nuance of bravery-- that it isn't black or white. you can have doubt and i think the remake did a chef's kiss job with that. ] #[ because we're so immensely layers as human beings-- so it's incredible to me to see a game reflect on that so heavily. ] #[ that game is incredibly human. it's an incredibly good depiction of human nature and reactions. ] #[ and god-- the VAs add to that magnificently. truly. ] #[ i literally cannot praise britt enough. she was so nervous and she aced it. they all did. ] #[ god; all i can think about (especially) is the 'what-ifs'-- literally. doubt. /doubt/. and that is what makes her so good. so real. ] #[ i'm gonna ramble a little more; excuse me-- can we talk about how realistic that is? no one who's brave won't doubt their actions. ] #[ tifa has lost everything to shinra-- sephiroth is shinra 'gone wrong'. she lost everything at his hands and no one could stop him. ] #[ not even shinra itself and that's very important. there's so much anger there that drives her to do selfish things. ] #[ and i note selfish because on the way to a smile has touched on this magnificently as i'd hoped it would. ] #[ she wants them to pay-- she wants her revenge. but she; arguably more than anyone; is aware of what that costs. ] #[ if avalanche goes through with this-- and she helps-- AND SHE DOES. she is responsible for people losing... ] #[ what she once lost. ] #[ and that is /so important/ to her character. before that happens; she is riddled with doubt. before she boards the train-- ] #[ when she's boarded the train and needs to jump off. that moment is /the/ moment where she makes a huge decision. ] #[ because look at how she is once she's jumped off. that entire chapter. she's relatively certain. she's going through with it. ] #[ no way back. ] #[ and then the plate falls not long after. /and then the plate is dropped/. yep. ] #[ ... i'm about to hit tag limit; don't worry-- i'll type about this soon. it's in my onenote! ]

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 331

Adjective: Old-Fashioned

Noun: Posy

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Old-Fashioned: in or according to styles or types no longer current or common, or not modern; (of a person or their views) favoring traditional and usually restrictive styles, ideas, or customs

Posy: a small bunch of flowers; (archaic) a short motto or line of verse inscribed inside a ring

#hello yes i am late again #i would have been earlier (not on time but earlier) but i lay down on the couch a bit ago and fell asleep on accident #just like i did last night #(except that was in bed that time) #my day wasnt too busy or anything but i did sort a lot of our new and old magic cards #i also worked on an art piece and looked at some jobs #(im still waiting to hear back about a few but i dont want to risk ending up not getting a job with one of them if i just keep waiting) #my girlfriend and i also watched more orphan black #i suspect we will finish this season within a week (especially since we only have six episodes left atm) #im excited to see what my girlfriend think about the following episodes #anyway this is another rather straightforward prompt #but like (i think) ive said before sometimes those are the most fun to work with #also i had no idea about the archaic definition of 'posy' and i love archaic definitions especially this one #so i think i may look at that one for my poem #however im planning on taking 'old-fashioned' in a antique or heirloom type of direction regardless of how i interpret 'posy' #im interested in and excited about exploring all of that #thanks for reading #writing #writer #creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #trying to be a writeblr at least #*thinks

[pennyserenade]

idk girls i think i’ll give david duchovny the benefit of the doubt forever. for as long as he makes movies i’ll go into them thinking “this is the one. he’s about to Act” and no matter how many times it isn’t the one i’ll still believe the next time. this is worse than loving a guy even after he’s gotten a fuck ass haircut tbh

#misc. #what happens later wasn’t terrible! it was fun at some parts! #i smiled a real smile multiple times but it was also repetitive #sometimes and the writing wasn’t as coherent as it could’ve been #but idk they had fun and i had a good night regardless so

[4kadhd]

Just finished a one shot dnd session with besties it was actually fun

#i need to write down phrases/things to say or look out for and ask tho #anytime it was my turn i was fumbling for what to say but i had fun regardless! #my elf got the killing blow!

[starbuck]

the fact that they could have had Nacho fake-seduce Lalo to further gain his trust without changing ANYTHING plot-wise and they DIDN’T is the biggest missed opportunity i have ever seen and it’s gonna keep me up at night for years

#keep me up at night making up AUs where it DID happen - of course! #honestly - in a sense - it’s a blessing cuz now we can just make up Whatever We Want #but it’s still just like. they set it up SO perfectly and for WHAT?????? #agonizing. #like. yeah it IS funny that Nacho puts in as little effort as humanly possible and effectively seduces Lalo anyway #but i just think it could have been Significantly more fucked up in a very fun way if they’d pushed it a little further #that’s all i’m saying #like. AU where the situation in 5.10 isn’t that Nacho has to get Lalo out of the way to facilitate the assassination but that he has to #keep him from going anywhere #so - as a last ditch attempt at this - he kisses him and Lalo (none-the-wiser) is like !!!!!!!!!! #and they wind up fucking before Nacho sneaks off and lets the assassins in #has anyone written that?? that feels like low-hanging lacho fruit #and you’d get the bonus of the EXTREMELY sexy ‘betrayed with a kiss’ imagery… #like. yeah Nacho is Jesus but he’s ALSO Judas - he’s multifaceted #and personally i think they should have committed to it #i mean i know that eating Lalo’s cooking and drinking his liquor is symbolically equivalent to fucking him #but we could have had BOTH!!!!!!! #there is absolutely no reason that we couldn’t have had both #i may write that honestly… regardless of what anyone else has or has not written #i have a Vision now #and i cannot rest until it is fulfilled #bcs #better call saul

[good-beans]

WIP Poll Tag Game

I'll write as many sentences as there are votes for the winner of this poll! Thank you @thepatchycat -- this is such a cool game aw! My dusty wips thank you as well... 😂

(For the audio editing I'll do like 5 minutes for each vote or something 👍)

And I'll tag @chinchillasinunison, @fayesdiary, @elegyofthemoon, @plantpretender, @jannede @nitetime-moon, @red-moon-at-night, and @amugoffandoms -- and anyone feel free to join in!

#thank you pal!! what a fun idea :D #ill be working on my milgram drabbles regardless but here are some of my other more promising wips lol #ough i had such a huge vision for So Be It and then had n desire to write out that much 😭 #but i do have a pretty thorough start to this chapter! #also?? when cleaning out my wip folder for this i realized i had a completed echoes fic i just never posted?? #im going to double check and edit it but its about lukas and celica just having a lil chat about lukas' personality #and i really like it! idk why i never shared it #i have a file started for tear drop but progress is slow #it was my first milgram song and still one of my favorites and nothing i write feels right.... so its been slow going #but i really want to start on ily as well hehe #and yeah! i made that post and then immediately started editing Cat and my sister is going to help me with actual tap sounds #its gonna have fun kazui voice clips and everything >:3 #(i also have a wicked indulgent milgram x echoes crossover cooking but i havent actually started anything so thatll have to wait a bit) #rose rambles #polls

[ferromagnetiic]

【 ⚙ 】  |  【 continued. 】 @medicus-mortem

Ah, comparing him to clown snot. What a delightful encounter betwixt two comrades this has turned out to be. Marvelous. Charming. This is exactly the kind of pleasant, couth interaction he was expecting from the egotistical surgeon. Lovely.

Fucking prick.

❝ You really must be fuckin' out of it if that's all you got, ay? Clown snot? Are ya fuckin' five-years-old? Shit, learn some damn manners, ya conceited little turd. ❞

With a heavy exhale, Kid hauls his large frame down on the bar stool two seats cross from the other pirate captain, his shoulders rounded as he hunches over the bar's wooden countertop. He throws back a gulp of his rum and swallows emphatically, then wipes the remaining moisture from his lips with the back of his forearm.

❝ Not here to crucify anyone, shithead. Fact is, I was here first. You can bitch and whine all you want, but I ain't moving just because you're cranky 'cause you missed nap time. You got a problem with it, you can piss off back to your daycare. ❞

#medicus mortem #medicus-mortem #【 ⚙ ˊˎ | RECKLESS TONGUE | ic. 】 #[ // really sorry replying to this took me so long!!! ] #[ // thank you for replying to the ask! ] #[ // all kid and law interactions end up in the same direction regardless of where they started... ] #[ // i had too much fun writing this haha ]