#but i have Ideas™️

[ohsostarryeyed]

and what if i just started writing a jegulus/wolfstar modern day au fic? with trans regulus and genderfluid sirius? and black siblings angst? but a happy ending?

what then?

#i haven't written in so long #but i have Ideas™️ #marauders #dead gay wizards #jegulus fic #wolfstar fic #marauders fandom #marauders fan #marauders fic #fanfic #trans regulus #genderfluid sirius black #thoughts from the mountaintop

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ah! im already Excelling at fulfilling my new years desires! ft. a new good thing to list:

hot cocoa on snowy mornings!

#this is already such a good day... #i went for a walk in the snow! it was gorgeous! there was birdsong! there was The Crunch™️ #the vibes rn are Immaculate hell fuckin yeah.... #and i got the furnace going early enough that its warm in here! #a toasty 63 degrees! i might need to take my sweater off #photos from the bog #new years desires was the best idea ive ever had ngl #instead of guilt and stress and a Requirement. i have nothing but delight #they may be fulfilled! they may not be! its ok either way! #oh... a new Desire arises... #i want to get a shrimple hammock that i can tie between two trees #id like to Lounge in the snowy forest in a cozy little swing #with a book... a thermos of broth... no headphones bc i love nature's ambience...

[dianagj-art]

He has things to say!

thanks @red-rover-au for leaving this in the tags, it did an amazing promp

#rottmnt separated au #separated leo au #I live for tiny Number One #I have so many more ideas with his a child with Draxum but I need time to make them 😭😭😭 #one more is comming tho #along with how he just doesnt shut up (lovingly) #Draxum is tired™️ #dg art #dg fanart #dg comics

[sunnibits]

this has probably been done before but idc I love hot beverage. also I imagine I will be in the minority as far as this poll goes. feel free to elaborate as to what specific variety of drink is ur personal favorite bc there’s no way I’m listing every kind of tea and coffee

#personally I think cocoa is probably my favorite? #it goes between hot cocoa and cider (bc those are the only two hot beverages I drink lmao) but I’m really in my cocoa era en #no idea why I just have a sudden obsession. had some rlly good cocoa at a local diner and now it’s gripped my psyche #anyways. more rights and recognition for people who don’t like tea or coffee #I’m sorry I wanna like it so bad and hopefully I will like them one day #but right now?? still certified Yucky™️ #I have the taste buds of a small child #sunny polls

[ahappydnp]

waahhhhhh

no but i love hank!!! the way he and john both have been so supportive of this community since the beginning and have never belittled the passion (insanity) of the phandom. the fact that they've seen dnp grow up to stay grounded and humble despite the success and have always had lovely things to say about them. idk it's just so nice (especially since so many of us are also big fans of h&j) idk it's just so refreshing to see someone have kind things to say about this community without making us the butt of a joke

#the one time i met hank he complimented my phil aquarius shirt we stan a king who Gets It #i am once again begging pleading on my knees for hank to make a legacy youtuber con for us olds™️ #green bros and dnp and charlie now that shes back and get michael buckley and vlog candy and GMM #now that smosh is back it would be the perfect year HANK I HAVE IDEAS HIRE ME #i can't keep looking at the vidcon lineup and feeling like they're gonna put me to pasture

[qangelbluebird]

Creation = The Thing (from the tubhole?)

Primary Protector (Creator (not used but could be)) = Tubbo

Rank 1 Shell = Sunny

Guardian = Philza

Shell (in general) = Eggs

Pancake Shell = Empanada

The Mother of Pancake Shell = Bagi

Duck Shell = Chayanne

Trauma Shell = Tallulah

#i can’t talk in chat rn and am dealing™️ #qsmp philza #Philza #donno what else to tag #I kinda hope he keeps playing it relatively serious #the idea of Creation being something from either the tubbhole or something Tubbo made #to protect Sunny in case he isn’t there #‘you are my job’ yeah he’s meant to look after her- DID HE JUST POINT AT HER AND SHE DISAPPEAR #I KNEW IF HE POINTED AT YOU YOU GET VOIDED BUT WTF #‘Rank 1 is now Safe’ UH HUH. SURE. #OH HE BROUGHT HER BACK #‘Guardian I am here for you’ ‘how can I trust you?’ #‘yes it was warm there like a blanket :)’ ‘no one else is here for me’ #SUNNY #‘primary protector is missing.’ ‘Primary Protector put me here for you.’ ‘fear no more’ at least Phil is getting #‘​PRIMARY PROTECTOR WILL BE FOUND OR RECOVERED INTO A BACK UP’ WHAT #‘I need your help guardian’ ‘locating (primary protector)’ ‘do you have the data’ #Phil trying to explain to Creation what happened and why- #‘primary protector cannot die. primary protector is not alive to begin with.’ WHAT. TUBBO LORE?????

[brewed-pangolin]

Y'all, I'm not gonna lie. The comments, love, and reblogs I've received for my most recent Captain fic have me on the verge of tears. (No, I'm actually crying. Omg)

Captain MacTavish is incredibly difficult for me to write. I attribute that to the fact that he's been in my head for 15 years and to convey my interpretation of him from my mind to the screen involves a skill I've only begun to grasp.

Literally me gushing to my moots under the cut because I can't hug all of you

@greatstormcat @esteljune @soapsgf I swear, I want to kiss you all on the forehead for your kind words. And to unlock something, that's a compliment that requires a bear hug. Love you all. 💛

@crashandlivewrites your tags had me howling. I will never write either Soap without a running mouth. (Even if he does have a rubber cock in the ass) Legendary hug. Love you 💛

@efingcod yeah, no, this didn't just shatter me completely. Not at all. (falls to the floor) Comments like these from a mutual who I consider to be a friend mean more to me than you'll ever know. Thank you, E. Love you 💛

@valkyri from one long-time Captain MacTavish lover to another, this means the world. I wanted to convey a more erotic atmosphere between the two and tail back a bit on the overall smut. And if I interpret this correctly, I was successful. Thank you, darlin. Love you 💛

@crashtestbunny don't tempt me. I just might 😈💛

@astraluminaaa @devcica @homicidal-slvt @shotmrmiller @glitterypirateduck I swear, I write just for you. Y'all never fail me, and I'd give you the moon if I could. 🌕💛

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I understand that this is a very particular kink and that it is not shared with everyone, and I'm okay with that. To those who have reblogged, liked, and commented, from my very core, I give you my heart. I know I'm not like the more eloquent writers within this fandom, but this fic has been sitting in my head for years. All it took was International Women's Day and @glossysoap to will it into existence.

Thank you all for your love and support.

Happy Super Soap Sunday. And as always...

Stay Thirsty Soap Sqaud 🧼

#soap squad™️ #super soap sunday #moot gushing moment #i had to #yall have no idea how much your love means to me #gonna go cry some more while i do my taxes #the brainrot of Captain MacTavish #spreading the love

[wickedwanchii]

As I am once again consumed with thoughts about AmeRus and their relationship during the Cold War, I am reminded of an idea I had, a moment between the two of them.

They fought a lot, bickering constantly during the War, and of course, physical fights were not uncommon. But near the end of the War, perhaps at its most rockiest, it was then that Ivan said something during an argument that no doubt still lingers in the back of Alfred's mind to this day.

"You are Icarus, young and free, but far too careless and wild; a curse which shall inevitably be your doom. You fly too close to the sun, and one day...it shall be your downfall."

#sorry yall i am in A Mood™️ #I have a mini fic idea around this because it won't leave my mind #x radio wanchii #hetalia #amerus #hetalia drabble #rusame

[flowercrowngods]

j.r. harrington's christmas carol

in prose. being a ghost story of christmas. a modern au.

stave i

Three things in John Richard Harrington‘s life come with absolute certainty: tax returns, unsweetened black coffee three times a day, and the permanent headache once December inevitably rolls around, over time wandering from his temples to just behind his eyes, worsening his already sour mood.

“Idiocy, all of this,” he mutters under his breath as he pushes open the door to his office, leaving behind his stammering secretary and the ungodly blare of Christmas songs he cannot seem to escape this year. It’s grating on his nerves, and he hangs his hat on the coat-tree, damp with water because it never snows anymore. 

All the better for traffic, at least, because not a day passes that he has nowhere to be. Snow tends to thwart these plans. 

“Absolute humbug,” he grumbles once more, shucking his coat and smoothing a hand over the lapels, keeping them immaculate despite the rain.

There is a stack of documents on his desk, and it is a blessed vision, that. None of that dilly-dallying that the rest of the world seems so adamant on indulging this time of year, no. Not for John Richard Harrington, real estate magnate and financier by trade. The world of Money is not about to stop just because workers all across the globe are wont to forget about their employment for a few days of illusion and play-pretend. 

“Bah!” He sits down and finds note upon note from long-standing business partners and loyal clients, wishing him a Merry Christmas and expressing gratification and happiness towards their business this year. 

While Harrington does appreciate the loyalty and the premise of future business, he does not need their Merry Christmasses nor their Good Tidings. What he needs is responsible, determined employees who do purposeful work regardless of the holidays. 

But all he gets is a bunch of ungrateful, aimless good-for-nothings who, instead of working as they are expected to, spend all of December beseeching him to grant them just two days of Christmas vacation — and every year they get the same answer: “Stay home for Christmas and find yourselves unemployed.”

And every year they make the decision to come into work, restoring Harrington’s faith and goodwill that at times has been known to go so far as to sending them home a half hour early — paid! He is not a monster, after all; no matter what they say. He is a realist. A capitalist. A wise investor and a driven businessman. And business, he knows, at times necessitates a compromise. 

He will, however, not compromise a whole year’s work for a meaningless holiday that is in dire need of a better soundtrack. How people do not grow tired of listening to always the same songs on repeat each and every year is past him, and he won’t even try to understand it. So long as they keep their miguided cheer far away from him, he does not care if the first noël is born or if the midwinter is indeed bleak. 

A knock sounds against the heavy wooden door and he frowns, already anticipating the person behind the door even as he keeps sorting the stack on his desk, sorting mail into dedicated piles of business, sentimentality, and Steven. The latter has been empty for years now, but that is just as well. 

Another knock, and the old Harrington growls, his eyes flitting to the door as though he were capable of making the person behind it disappear by sheer willpower alone. Although he has to concede that making Cratchit disappear would be a poor move, as the man is one of his most efficient. Their acquaintance could be excellent if only Cratchit weren’t so adamant on experiencing the Christmas cheer each year without pause. 

John Richard sighs and leans back in his chair, still frowning at the door as he bids him inside. 

“Cratchit.” 

“Merry Christmas, sir!” Cratchit says, a glint of tease beneath the unfortunately entirely genuine sentiment that ricochets right off of Harrington’s scowl and returns to its sender, only brightening the man’s smile. 

“Tell me what you want and then get back to work, Cratchit. I don’t pay you for… lallygagging.” 

 Cratchit’s smile falters a little, and he clears his throat. “Well, you see, sir, my son. He has flown in from overseas, arrived this morning, in fact. Has come home for Christmas for the first time in three years, you see. He will stay over the holidays, and so I was wondering if, perhaps, you would make an exception this year and show a little heart—“ 

“Heart!” Harrington exclaims, effectively shutting up his stammering employee. “Compassion! And where will that get me, Cratchit? Let’s say I concede this year, you lot will expect it every year from now on. Add to that a vacation for New Year’s Day, and maybe a few days give or take until work ethic declines and you will only work from one holiday to another. Isn’t that what will happen, hm?” He scoffs, shaking his head in derision. “Compassion… I expected better from you, Cratchit.” 

The man withers, and normally Harrington wouldn’t mind that, would study his misery and hold it against him in future debates. But something about it, something about that grin disappearing, and with it that glint of something so youthful even though the man is only a few years his junior cracks at something inside him. Something that feels a lot like that empty stack of mail on his desk. 

“Please,” Cratchit says. “Please, sir, just… Just half the day tomorrow. It’s—“ 

It’s Christmas. It's humbug! 

Anger rises inside him and barely contains himself as it coils and bubbles inside him. “Get out,  Cratchit, before I’ll have you escorted outside.” 

“But sir—“ 

“Get out!” he shouts, watching as Cratchit flinches, entirely too soft for this world. Marley wouldn’t have hesitated to fire him thrice over for even trying to bargain over this. 

But Marley is dead seven years now, and Harrington is the only hard-headed man in charge of these good-for-nothings. And maybe it’s that; a tiny, misguided shred of mourning his business partner; or maybe it’s his hand reaching for the non-existent stack on his desk and finding his hand empty. Maybe it’s heart, as Cratchit put it, even though John Richard is known not to have one, and he is not inclined to disagree. 

Whatever the reason may be, Harrington calls, before Cratchit can hastily pull the door shut behind him, “And when you come back after Christmas, I expect to see you at your best performance, Cratchit. Understood?”

The man blinks, his eyes wide as saucers as he regards Harrington, his mouth falling open as he loses whatver composure he might have possessed before this. Five seconds pass and Harrington is inclined to take back his words when Cratchit shake shimself out of his stupor and falls into a tirade of gratitude and disbelief that Harrington really has no time for, calling for his assistant to escort Cratchit back downstairs. They have work to do after all. 

When the door falls shut once more, leaving the grand office in silence, he allows himself a moment to breathe and regret his moment of softness, hearing Marley’s grouching insistence that softness and compassion in a capitalist’s world will only lead to ruin and bitterness. 

But bitterness is there in Harrington’s life regardless, especially around this time of year. 

*** 

There is another certainty in John Richard Harrington’s life: He does not get nightmares. There are no terrors haunting him, no ghosts of future or past relationships to linger in the back corners of his mind, waiting to come out at night when he lets his guard down. 

That, however, does very little to explain this nightmare of Jacob Marley warning him of an eternity of sorrow and chains if he does not see the error in his ways, if he does not better himself and reconnect with the heart tapping a steady but withering beat in his chest. 

“I don’t undestand!” he calls into the void as the world spins around him, light becoming darkness and darkness turning into light, blinding and disorienting him as he feels colder by the second. 

“I wear the chain I forged in life,” Marley’s apparition says as Harrington falls, scrambling away from the Ghost, feeling real fear for the first time in his life. “You will be haunted,” resumed the Ghost, “by Three Spirits. Please them and yours will not be the same fate as mine. Expect the first one tonight, when the clock strikes One. The second will find you the night after that at the same hour. And the third will come when Christmas Eve turns into Christmas Day.” 

He shakes his head, refusing to believe this Ghost, ready to bargain that she should meet all these Spirits at once if they were real, that they should reveal themselves and absolve him of what crimes they think him to be guilty of. But Marley holds up his hand, forbidding John Richard to speak, and he does hold his tongue — more out of fear than real obedience. 

Before he knows it, the room fills with horrible wails of lamentation and regret, self-accusatory and begging for absolution so sorrowful that Harrington feels a cold shiver travelling down his back, a sensation he is not at all familiar with. 

And then, as quickly as it started, the spectre is gone and silence returns, the show is over. There is no time to collect himself, because he gasps awake the next moment, feeling no different than just seconds before and wondering if it really was a dream or if he was hallucinating. Unfortunately, a hallucination is just as impossible as a nightmare. 

The alarm clock on is bedside table shows 12:19 a.m. 

And for some reason, fear still coursing through his veins, John Richard Harrington decides to stay awake. Pretending not to count down the minutes until the clock stikes One and be assured to still exist in a world where ghosts aren’t real.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #will feature: #steddie #and stobin hehehe #and parental redemption #a christmas carol #have a whacky take at a christmas carol with harrington sr as scrooge #i fully don't expect this to get any notes but i wanted a fun little challenge and i kinda like the idea and i have Plans #(i also have no time for these plans but Oh Well™️) #stranger things christmas carol #dio words #this is whacky the words aint flowing i am only just regaining them after months of horribleness my brain is like rebooting sorry

[bluebellefox]

Sometimes I think about this fun little AU I have where Snape somehow ends up on the horcrux hunt with Harry, Hermione, and Ron for whatever bullshit plot reason. And the three of them are just like "Merlin he's an asshole, I can't believe we're gonna bully him into being our weird grumpy uncle figure" and then there's Snape being all disgruntled and trying to beat them off with a stick and the trio just doubling down harder out of spite.

Can you imagine Malfoy Manner with Snape being there, it would be a shitshow of epic proportions. Snape has really no idea that the three of them had grown on him like some kind of obnoxious fungus because he's absolutely terrible at handling his emotions right up until they're being threatened by torture to hand over the sword of Gryffindor and having that italicized "oh" moment right there. Which of course leads to him trying to goad Bellatrix and the rest of the Death Eaters into redirecting their attention on him because fuck those are kind of his kids now. And then the Golden Trio having their moment of realization with concrete proof that there's real emotions and feelings hiding underneath all that snark and snarling.

I just want them to get along.

#why is he there? i have no idea #you think my au's are dictated by logic? no they're ruled by the found family trope #this is just severitus but with the whole golden trio #and of course there would be so many road trip shenanigans too #of national lampoon family vacation proportions #and after the war they have a family dinner once a week and sev pretends to hate it but plans these dinners weeks in advance #i just have a lot of thoughts™️ about this #someday somehow i will write this #Snapedom #severitus #pro snape

[sweetest-honeybee]

was cleaning my fridge when I randomly thought "a clean home is a happy home" and now I'm thinkin how infuriated Home would be if he gets dirty or to add even more fuel to the already blazing fire, how much of a clean freak Grey Au!Wally would be to keep Home happy

Ohh! A clean home is definitely a happy home! I’m seeing this more like Home being such a clean freak haha!

#it does go along with his insanely accurate observance and perfectionism #not to much like OCD I don’t think but he does seem the time to get irrationally upset when things are not A Certain Way #bc of course ocd isn’t just Cleanliness™️ I have 3 family members with ocd and it presents in interesting ways #BUT my point being that Home just seems the type. for sure tho he’s a huge perfectionist- but I can see some things causing him like #some sort of paranoia #such as the neighbors doing something Out of the Ordinary™️ and causing a downward spiral of events caused by home #ha! who knows #such is not an excuse for his weirdly manipulative behavior of course if I were to apply it to the greyscale au #I’m rambling my bad #ANYWHO Tangent aside I do love the idea of Home being a clean freak! goes with his rather fancy Aesthetic

[70spunkstars]

Why do I see people only acknowledging that hobie is a british person and not taking into account that he’s a BLACK british person. I don’t often see BBE used in the works he’s in ..

Also, if any black british folk see this post and know about/speak in the dialect can y’all dm and help me understand it better so I can get to writing? Please and thanks I’d love to learn about it 🤭

🕸️

#hobie brown #hobie my beloved #black writers #atsv hobie #roadman #hobart brown #hobie x reader #hobie #hobie spiderverse #please help i want to start writing #I have so many ideas #but I’m a nerd for accuracy #PunkStars™️

[ladybugsimblr]

Looks like Jayce has a few reasons to stay in Komorebi for a bit longer. He definitely has to think about a job though because I know King G is not about that 100% support your adult children forever life.😅 He might not be about this skip college life either, but if Jay can go straight to the "pros" why not!

#eeeeeeeee #that's the only sound i make when these two are together #they are super cute #jayce is “trying out” for the minor league of the athlete career #i know he's close on the fitness skill #but i have no idea what his charisma skill is #adding to his list™️ #really wish there was skill/career progression without playing the sim even if it was slow #bklegacy #jayce's journey #jayce #kairi #bailey kay #globetrotter tings

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I was sitting and thinking and in my immediate thought was “water damage to fabric” because my thoughts bounce around like ping-pong balls in a hectic game of 16 player free-for-all table tennis.

Anyways the thought I’m trying to say is: in my mind bc you said the rest of the gang will eventually wake up later (sans Frank who woke up first), I imagine bc of Poppy’s size it would be hard for her to have a fully secure area.

TLDR: The end thought is “what if Poppy’s feathers on her tail and head (the big ruff I mean) are shorter in this au bc of water damage?”

OHHHH CHOICE CHOICE CHOICE i am thinking Very hard about this! because although she's stored with everyone (read: crammed in w/ everyone) in the Large Dry Closet eventually, who's to say that she wasn't exposed to leaks? or accidentally dropped in a puddle or two and then Not Dried Correctly? also there are

she could be the one to inadvertently teach Wally that hey. damage exists when water happens. avoid it / treat it correctly or your friends are gonna get even more fucked up. A+++++ suggestion im adding it to the au-canon

#ok now i have to go figure out how to scribble poppy's feathers shorter.... #oh thinking about the Potential of this #her and wally finding solidarity in their Physical Damage.... #oh and the Guilt i think wally would have... ough #also poppy's water damage accidentally saves eddie later on when hes dropped in The Puddle™️ #they know to hang him over a fence and thoroughly dry him off #once they get him out... waterlogged fabric/stuffing is Heavy.... #rambles from the bog #wh lights out au #good! yes! Ideas Are Happening! #see i love it when aus become a bit of a group project. when i get lil suggestions and yall toss ideas at me to see what sticks #its my favorite part of Sharing #because other people might Think Of Things that i wouldnt that would vastly improve the au!! #group project! or... not quite its uh.... the Suggestion Box Is Taken Seriously Here!

[tamiisnthere]

The Hunters saved me from artblock and bad mood 🥹

(↓ Credits under Keep reading)

Programs: XNALara & Fire Alpaca

Left 4 Dead © Valve

Smoothened L4D1&2 Hunter Models © мяFunreal (Steam)

Hunter’s Textures © Garlic (Steam)

#I have got idea about writting headcanons about these two :3 #tamiisnthere's artwork #Left 4 Dead #Left 4 Dead 2 #L4D #L4D2 #L4D Hunter #L4D2 Hunter #Hunter L4D #Hunter L4D2 #Hunter #Hunters #zombie #zombies #Special Infected #Infected #valve #valve games #the sillies™️

[mii-cherry]

What if Poseidon killed Adamas that day?

What if, instead of turning to dust Adamas haunts Poseidon?

He follows his every move but never speaks or intrudes in Poseidon's life, just a shadow watching him, a presence he cannot remove. Adamas's body is almost frozen in time a hole straight through his stomach dripping fresh blood, eyes wide in shock and hate just like that day.

At first Poseidon didn't do anything about it, thinking he'll pass on eventually but eventually becomes never as Adamas's ghostly corpse follows him everywhere never saying a word.

Poseidon tried a lot of methods to make his dead brother go away, attacking him, burial offerings even consulting a few death gods, nothing worked though Adamas kept following. He was annoyed about it, but thought it wouldn't bother him too much, he's the perfect god after all, this sad specter of his pathetic brother should be nothing to pay attention to.

He could think that all he wanted but the truth is it wore him down, year after year he looks at his brother thinking Why?

What do you want?

Why are you still here?

Leave me alone already!?

Still no answer from the ghost, only silence.

#snv #ror #shuumatsu no valkirye #snv poseidon #ror poseidon #snv adamas #ror adamas #Half baked idea I been having recently #Poseidon mental spiral ™️ #love making the fish suffer a little