#clearing out my drafts and this one is funny so im posting it

[lucaplushie]

the bill cipher death scene is so fnaf 6 ending coded

#do i tag this as gravity falls spoilers the shows been done for a decade #luca speaks #fuck it #gravity falls spoilers #clearing out my drafts and this one is funny so im posting it

[hyuckiefluff]

drunk in you | mark lee

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers word count: 1.9k ish warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, suggestive language, reader is down bad for mark (aren’t we all), implications of drunk sex summary: was Mark Lee’s new haircut really the drop that would tip the glass over and make you spill how you really feel about him?… Well, the haircut and also the alcohol. author's note: i’m backk!! srry for disappearing for *checks calendar* two months lol this has been sitting in my drafts since mark cut his hair aaand i wanted to post it for his bday so let’s pretend im not 3 days late! HAPPY BDAY MARKIEEE <33 it’s a bit short cuz i felt like i’d have to make a second part if i wanted to add smut to yknow fully get into it lol idk but consider this a little teaser and if it doesn’t flop I’ll post a second part :)

part 2

A sudden burst of bright light pierced through your closed eyelids, jolting you awake from the deep sleep you were in. As you gradually became aware of your surroundings, you couldn't ignore the soreness in your muscles and the strange stickiness between your legs. However, it was the foreign hand resting right on top of your ass that sent alarm bells ringing through your mind. Your eyes shot open, and regret instantly washed over you as a pulsating pain hammered at your head.

"What the fuck..." you groaned, attempting to focus your blurry vision and make sense of the situation. Upon looking around, you realized that you were in the guys' dorm, more specifically, in Mark's room...

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks.

If you were in Mark's room, then that hand... and the body it belonged to, had to be...

Oh my god, what happened last night?

8 hours earlier…

Drinking with your friends after a grueling week at uni wasn't anything out of the ordinary for you. In fact, it'd be weirder if you were cooped up at home worrying about midterm grades instead of laughing your head off at whatever Jeno just blurted out. First sign that you were drunk, the boy wasn’t even that funny. His neck and ears were flushed crimson, a clear sign that he, too, had indulged in one too many drinks. And there was Jisung, practically glued to Jeno's side, oozing a whole lot of gooey affection that he would vehemently deny once he sobered up. 

Renjun and Haechan were locked in a heated argument on the floor, their voices rising in the air over some trivial matter that would probably be forgotten by morning. Surprisingly, though, they seemed to be the least intoxicated among you. 

Meanwhile, Jaemin was frantically rummaging through the kitchen, his frustrated groans and curses echoing throughout the room. It was clear that his search for more alcohol was proving to be a fruitless endeavor.

Beside you, Chenle was on his phone, engrossed in a replay of the Warriors game. At first glance he doesn’t look drunk, but you knew better. If he were truly sober, he'd be shouting and cursing at his phone screen, venting his frustrations as his beloved team struggled to keep up. Instead, he was lazily sipping from his nearly empty cup while his glossed over eyes remained glued to the screen.

Mark Lee was the only one missing from the group. You sent him a few voice messages letting him know that if he didn’t arrive in the next 10 minutes you would eat his portion of the kimchi jiggae you’d ordered earlier. He responded within seconds with a funny GIF that showed a man running and tripping.

Mark stumbled through the door just a few minutes later. He was soaked from head to toe, his hoodie covering most of his head. He was panting and his shoes were muddy and wet, he got rid of them in the entrance and looked up, clearly out of breath.  But you were already stuffing your face with his food anyways. Whoops. 

Though as soon as he pulled down the hood a chunk of food went down the wrong pipe. You coughed uncontrollably, your chest heaving as you desperately tried to regain your breath.

"Dude!! Are you seriously eating my food?" he exclaimed.

But when he noticed your struggling state, his words trailed off, replaced by genuine worry. "Yo, are you good?" he asked, walking closer to you and patting you in the back.

You managed to nod weakly, staring up at him. 

"Why’re you so late? Oh, new haircut?" Haechan chimed in from the floor.

"Yeah... what's the verdict?" Mark asked, turning his head to the side to better show off the lines of his undercut, his gaze lingering on you. 

So many thoughts raced through your mind but you were unable to form a single word. Mark had had long hair for quite some time now, and it was you who had encouraged him to let it grow. You enjoyed styling it, braiding it, and adorning it with charms—Mark gave you the freedom to do whatever you pleased with his hair. You had grown fond of his long hair, especially after helping nurse it back to health from the damage caused by bleaching and dyeing. Yet now he was sporting short hair and an undercut with edgy designs on the side, and you couldn't help but openly ogle at him. 

He looked hot as fuck.

It’s true that you harbored feelings for Mark that went beyond friendship but you were always able to hide it well and it worked out better this way for both of you (or that’s what you liked to believe). Needless to say you liked him a lot and had for a while so the sight of his new look had sent your emotions spiraling. He showed up merely minutes ago and you already felt so weak at the knees and your brain was fuzzy even though you hadn’t drank that much yet.

"Don't like it," you muttered, hoping your words would deflect attention from the clear shift in your expression. Turning around, you sought refuge on the couch next to Chenle, placing the bowl of food aside. Your stomach was turning weirdly, making it impossible to swallow another bite.

You scolded yourself inwardly for being so dramatic. It was just a haircut. But, god, he looked so good.

In an attempt to calm yourself down, you chugged your cup with soju and let out a big groan after emptying it. The sound catching Chenle’s attention as he peered curiously from his phone. You offered him a closed-lip smile, prompting an intrigued eyebrow raise from him.

Mark was awkwardly standing on the same spot. He was a bit taken aback by your sudden coldness. He definitely picked up on your strange reaction the moment he walked through the door. But he brushed it off.

"Okaay… Well I was late 'cause I was getting the good stuff," Mark explained, his frown replaced by a grin as he pulled out a beer from the bags he was carrying.

"Let's goooo!" Jaemin yelled, returning from the kitchen right on cue as if he some sort of alcohol detector. He eagerly snatched the bags from Mark and made a kissy face to the boy.

The tension eased a bit with Jaemin's infectious enthusiasm, and you decided to not focus on whatever Mark was making you feel right now. The drinks were here, and the good times were about to roll. You made a mental note to sort out your feelings later.

~

Alcohol definitely did not make your situation better. The more you drank the harder it was to keep your thoughts at bay. Mark was now sitting on the single couch in front of you and every little expression or movement he made had you either biting your lip or pressing your thighs together.

Talking about thighs… the shorts he was wearing displayed his muscular legs in a way that was making it quite impossible for you to not devour them with your eyes. God, your brain had turned into that of a hormonal teenage boy. Were you seriously staring at his thighs and imagining how it would feel to ride them?

Haechan came over to you and filled your glass with more Soju. You downed it as soon as he was done pouring it, earning you a weird look from Chenle who had been eyeing you ever since Mark arrived. 

"Okay, what's with you?" Chenle mumbled, the words escaping his lips just loudly enough to capture everyone's attention. Considering you had the noisiest group of friends, all eyes turned your way, including Mark's.

Mark seemed to be getting tipsy; you could tell by the way his big, expressive eyes shimmered even more than usual and the faint blush that adorned his cheeks and neck.

"Hmm?" you managed to reply, your gaze still fixated somewhere on Mark's face. You were completely unaware of the intense amount of attention you were giving him, but Chenle, who was relatively more sober than both of you, picked up on it.

"You're literally looking at Mark like you want to eat him," Chenle chuckled, teasingly calling you out.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Renjun asked, suddenly intrigued by the topic.

"I am?" you replied, sounding genuinely confused, though your heart raced with thoughts you were about to voice out loud. "Uhm… yeah I kinda do..."

An audible gasp followed, and you knew without looking that it came from Haechan.

Mark's expression remained unreadable, his half-lidded eyes locked on yours, revealing no discernible emotions. Was he weirded out? Normally, you might have felt self-conscious about blurting out something like that, but alcohol had significantly lowered your inhibitions.

"That's a wild thing to say," Haechan interjected with a mix of shock and amusement. "Do you actually wanna tap that?" He pointed at Mark, who was still gazing at you.

"Very much so," you replied nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather, even though you were openly talking about hooking up with your best friend in front of all your other best friends.

"Why don't you come here then?" Mark's words caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but notice the way he shifted, his legs spread invitingly.

You burst into laughter assuming he was only joking to tease you. However, the lack of a reaction from him made you realize he was dead serious. Your eyes locked on his own, reflecting the same desire you had been giving him just moments ago.

The idea of getting up and walking to him, straddling his lap, and kissing him flashed through your mind.

But the moment was interrupted by a voice that snapped both of you out of your trance. "Gross!" Jisung whined, hiding his face in Jeno's back, the older one lazily laughing and patting Jisung's thigh. "Okay, c'mon, I think we've all had enough to drink," he declared, getting up, with Jisung clinging to him. Chenle follow suit also giving you two a slightly disgusted stare.

"Yeah, one more drink for me, and I'm afraid the kimchi jiggae I had earlier might end up all over the carpet," Haechan chimed in, rubbing his stomach before disappearing upstairs.

Renjun also stood up and playfully messed up Mark's hair while saying, "By the way, happy birthday."

You glanced at the table clock and realized it was already 12:01. You had been so excited about Mark's birthday earlier in the day, but the alcohol and the tension between the two of you made you totally forget about it. Gathering your courage, you approached him. He remained sprawled with his legs out, but now he looked up at you, his lips slightly wet, distracting you momentarily.

"Happy birthday, silly," you smiled and awkwardly patted his head, hoping he didn't notice how you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the uncomfortable ache between your legs.

"What did you get me?" he suddenly asked, and you blinked a few times, your brain struggling to register the extremely flirtatious tone he used.

When you didn't respond immediately, he continued, "Because I can think of one thing I want the most right now," lightly grazing your leg with his hand. You didn't flinch or move away.

"R-really? What is it?" you found yourself stuttering, a reaction that would have made you cringe if you were more sober.

"Come here, and I'll show you," he smirked and with little protest from you, he pulled you onto his lap.

a/n: i have a smut scene ready for this (well it’s in my brain but I’ll squeeze it out if u guys want that second part) soooo comment or simply like this so i know the audience wants it

also yes i did change the title of this but pls disregard that lol

© hyuckiefluff

part 2

#nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream fic #nct dream scenario #nct imagines #nct smut #nct mark #mark lee #mark lee x reader #mark lee x y/n #nct moodboard #mark lee x you #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct dream drabbles #mark lee imagines #mark lee fic

[leviathanspain]

omg fingers crossed you're gonna write for tom

white mustang

tom wambsgans x reader

synopsis: a girl gets what a girl wants

a/n: this was already in the drafts, so i’m posting it under this as a ‘thank you’ , also yes this is named after the lana song

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“uh, sir?” your knuckle graced the wood of the door in a simple knock. you were holding a stack of papers that greg had given you to deliver to tom. since your hiring, you had basically become greg’s assistant, becoming the third in their twisted duo.

tom barely even glanced before he had waved you in. you walked over to his desk, and let the papers flop on the table. you watched them spill over onto his paper, where his pen was furiously writing away.

heaviness hung in the air and tom scoffed, “hmm drop something?” there was always a slight condescending tone in his voice, and this was no different.

perhaps you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. the attitude rolled right off you. you leaned back, but still heavy in his face, crossing your arms, “no, i don’t think so.”

tom wanted to laugh a bit more. but he set his pen down, opting to assess this as nothing but his assistant getting mouthy.

“you don’t think so? when i’m staring at this stack of bullshit paperwork in front of me.” his brow was creased, and his tone with nothing short of serious.

your top lip pulled slightly to the left, “is it any different from the other bullshit stacks of paperwork that are already here?” you pointed to the other stacks, and tom laughed.

“i should’ve made you the office maid instead..” tom muttered, not as upset as he was annoyed. he brought his hand to his mouth, perhaps to cover up the thousand curses he wanted to throw at you.

“oh yeah?” you stared down at him, hand resting on top of another bullshit stack.

“considering how desperate you were in your interview,” tom’s lip tugged to a slight smile, “you would’ve done anything. if we asked.”

a weak laugh fell from your mouth, just as you circled over to his side of the desk. you rested your ass on top of the wood, thighs just level to his waist.

he remained in his chair, although he turned it out towards you.

“and if you could ask me to do anything,” you cleared your throat, “what would you ask me to do, sir?” you bit your lip slightly, letting your tooth hang onto the flesh as your eyes bore into his. you tilted your head just as your voice hitched on the question.

god, he had you like clay in his hand. he could feel the tent in his pants from the moment you walked in. that’s how it always was, he was obsessed with you, your attitude, the little snide comments.

tom felt his mouth go dry, but he still spoke, “to sit on my fucking face.” he chuckled slightly, “i’d have you sit on my face and ride it until you scream my name.” he shrugged, “but that’s only if you’d do anything we ask, right?”

you shrugged, “i do as i please.” you let your leg hit his, bumping it just as you pulled it back, “im sorry.”

tom watched your leg move back into position. he watched as your hand went up your knee, to your waist, stopping just at the top of your skirt. he stared, entranced with the way you moved, like a slinky.

“come here.” he flicked two fingers, beckoning you forward. his voice was husky, almost seductive.

you hesitated slightly, there was no one here. you had to remind yourself. having been used to always having eyes on you. but it was just you and tom. but you gripped his shoulder tightly, letting yourself be seated in his lap.

you crossed your legs politely, feeling his hard cock just under you. you giggled slightly, not shocked at his excitement.

“what’s funny?” tom raised his eyebrows, and you felt a hand grip your ass tightly.

“nothing!” you smirked, “besides your hard cock poking me- nothing.” you pushed into him and tom gasped slightly, laughing awkwardly.

“oh don’t be surprised. men, right?” you wrapped a hand around his neck, “always so easy..” you spoke, “you’d fuck anything, wouldn’t you?”

tom nodded, closing his eyes slightly.

“look at me,” the hand on his neck grabbed his jaw, pulling it close to you, “and use your words.” there was an authoritative whisper in your voice, but he chose to ignore it until he gave in.

tom did as you said, opening his eyes to look into yours, “i would fuck anything.” you pushed into him a little more, just to feel him squirm. he groaned softly, and your nails dug into his jaw, “you want to? hmm-“ a hand reached down to his belt and tom laughed softly, “careful..”

just as he spoke, the door opened.

fuck.

“oh my god.” it was greg’s voice. his large frame stood in the doorway and you cringed immediately at the entire situation.

he had walked in on you sitting in tom’s lap, making him beg to fuck you.

you stood up, clearing your throat as you did so. you stared at your other boss, and raised an eyebrow, “need something?”

greg, still in disbelief, scoffed. “yeah i- i thought you walked out or something after taking so long but clearly-“ he cut himself off with a laugh, “you’re moving up!”

tom laughed slightly, panic evident in it. but you smiled calmly. you’ve seen shit go down at the company, and you and tom wouldn’t be anything to worry about.

“i better after this.” you winked at greg, hand on the door handle, you turned to look at tom, who was too busy thinking. thinking of what, who knew, but you hoped it was who’s office you’d take.

maybe taking risks did help.

#tom wambsgans #tom wambsgans x reader #succession #tom wambsgans angst #tom wambsgans smut #succession fanfic #succession x reader #succession hbo #roman roy x reader #kendall roy x reader

[clovenhoofedjester]

jellicle lineups; part 1/4

hi catsblur ! today i am presenting to you the fruits of my labor. my own little versions of the jellicle cats; obviously based on the replica designs With Fun Little Twists ! such as, they are not naked. ramble below the cut, both on designs and some personal thoughts on the characters

these designs are very much first-draft, subject to change, blah blah. you will very likely be seeing me drawing them differently if i post more of them. i just. urrbhhh. i had 2 draw them....

and the clothes ! even though they're very feline i draw them a bit too human-y for the nakedness to not look consistently weird. i will be drawing them closer to the stage designs in some instances but for rn. clothes. it was a fun exercise in character design too

the kittens are all young adults, think 18-20 ! as much as i love headcanons like demeter being sillabubs mother, it shrimply will not work out timeline-wise. so headcanons like that will be delegated to like... siblings and stuff

victoria | 🍧 💌 🩰

i started out with victoria's design not only because of her being the Main Kitten, but because she has such a concise and clear aesthetic to me. she actually started out with a simple pastel brown dance practice fit before i decided that i wanted to make the outfits ornate(ish) and ended up with a proper ballerina getup

i also quite like when victoria is not just solid white with some grey (love ones that are more yellow or brown) so i colored her fur with some blue and pink-ish tones not only to add more depth but to resemble the trans flag LOL

and i wanted to try something different with making her a bit more lavender than baby pink. i also based her overall look on obc victoria, portrayed by cynthia onrubia :^]

to move on to character interpretation, i think victoria is partially deaf and mute. she primarily communicates through dance. as one of the oldest kittens she'd be 19 in human years

plato | 💐 🕯 🍬

plato's design doesnt stray too far from his standard replica design but i tried to add my own flair . i tried to keep the creepy porcelain doll aesthetic going w their face added some more depth like some other designs with different colors and bold face stripes

i also really like the outfit i chose for them. the flower in their hair and on their shirt is a peony which is a popular wedding flower :") because im a sucker for platoria and very much subscribe to the idea that the ball we see is their funny cat wedding in a way

the outfit is based on standard ballerino costumes but i tried to stray from it with the silky half-skirt thing and pointe shoes. lets go queer cats lets go

i think plato is also very quiet and that's why he and victoria were so drawn to each other. i also quite like the idea that he was a bit of a troubled stray before he found the jellicles. they would be 20 in human years

electra |⚡🥭 🔔

boy i STRUGGLED with electra's clothes i struggled so hard. i think i'm happy with what i ended up with though—i originally gave her the babydoll dress that sillabub has (inspired by artsed electra) but figured that i wanted at least one of the girls to be more tomboyish/butchy. thank you to that one production which apparently had electra be one of the raffish crew and get in on some of the boys' choreography

im very happy with what i did with her fur colors as well. silly little tortoiseshell :] its based on a nonrep but i have no idea which one. enjoy her freckles too

i think electra deserves to be a little spunky. [whispers] i also think shes bombalurinas little sister. she'd be 18 in human years

etcetera | 🎠 🍯 🏅

i needed at least one cat with a circus aesthetic. say hello to my magnum opus: jacked tumbler acrobat etcetera. it was only a matter of time until someone said fuck it and let one of the girls perform lifts and stuff. this is mostly because ive always really liked how shes usually the cat to do the flying trapeze bit and wanted to push it further

i also struggled SO EXTREMELY HARD with making her colors look nice and makeup distinctive but i figured it out in the end—thank you obc cettie for the mismatched eyeshadow and such. i also wanted to give a cat a short bob type of head fur/hairstyle and she fit the bill

nothing much about specific character notes other than like... i want to make her related to some of the cats but cannot for the life of me figure out who 2 assign. also she'd be around 19 in human years, a couple months younger than vic

sillabub | 🌻 🧋 🎼

i think of all of these little fellas sillabub is my favorite. several elements are balanced in her design—the standard jemima with a darker/reddish palette, the more softer and lighter sillabub design, the red eye patch from il sistina jemima, and the overall aesthetic of obc jemima with the big hair and wide, deepset eyes

i've seen her typical design critiqued by some people and wanted to incorporate those critiques by making her look less similar to demeter/bombalurina, adding more red to her body fur, and making her makeup more distinct and less... wooo girl give us nothing. and i included the squiggly on her collarbone

i also really REALLY love her overall aesthetic of sweet kindhearted girl NAMED AFTER A DEMON WITH SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG COLORING AND GIGANTIC SPIKED COLLAR !!!! so i decided to push it by making the collar definitely too big for her, giving her a slightly "edgy" outfit and making her hair resemble devil horns

as for character stuff, i think she has magical powers though i haven't developed exactly What they are yet. beyond her sweet exterior they trouble her. [whispers] i also think shes demeters little sister. she would be 18 in human years, a few months younger than electra and tumblebrutus

pouncival | 🌱 🩹 🍵

i struggled with pouncival's clothing design like i did electra's because i didn't go into drawing him with a particular gimmick in mind. but i think i'm happy with the casual formal look. it makes him look like such a kind young man even if he's a little shit

i did have a lot of fun trying to make his makeup distinctive from tumblebrutus'—so many fellas with brown eyepatches ! so his colors are more dark and striking. i also tried to make him look less like Typical Cis Man by giving him a bit of black lipstick

enjoy his freckles too

but like. i think hes literally such a little cis guy. nothing else for me to add for my specific interpretation of him it's all laid out. this guy fucking loves rocket league, fishing and chess. he'd be 19 in human years

tumblebrutus | 🎡 🥊 🍦

SWEET TUMBLEBRUTUS. i think drawing him here gave me a soft spot for him. with his outfit mirroring cettie's i didn't much struggle with that. his colors are also based on obc tumblebrutus

when i was first conceptualizing my own versions of the cats i wanted at least one of them asides from grizabella to have wavy fur. and idk what it is, maybe it's the lack of content for him, but i was really drawn to the idea of curly tumblebrutus!

i wanted their design to be distinctive from pouncival's so i made their colors softer, kinda watercolor-y. OH AND THEIR FUR IS ALSO MEANT TO BE A LITTLE TRANS FLAG COLORED

as for character, i think he is also a bit troubled, as a son of grizabella's. you heard me, people. i'm probably the first person ever to headcanon that. he'd be 18 in human years

AND THAT'S ABOUT IT ! thank you for reading this far, have a great day and stay tuned for more designs in the days to come !

#cats the musical #cats 1998 #character design #chibi #sfw furry #victoria #plato #electra #etcetera #sillabub #pouncival #tried glazing this; didn't love the artifacting effect so it remains unglazed #i suppose i am laying down and dying at the hands of tech bros #tagging 98 because theyre all based on it as a baseline #my art

[precious-little-scoundrel]

my dearest darlingest marina i need you to know you have broken me quite thoroughly and i might never ever forgive you for it as long as we both shall live ! ❣️

to clarify- ive been saving "let's fall out of love" to read later ever since you posted it cuz i didn't feel ready- didn't think i was emotionally stable enough to read it then. well, tonight ive been clearing out my list of unread fics from last year aND GODDAMN WAS I EVER RIGHT ABOUT THAT.!!!

started getting all weepy and shaky before that first courthouse bathroom conversation and i didn't ever stop 😭 sobbed so hard and for so long at the unfairness of it all (for both of them !) i gave myself an asthma attack and had to stop reading.. what really broke me was e's bittersweet and somewhat detached realization on the courthouse steps that all their kids had flocked to laney during the divorce. couldn't stop thinking abt how badly i would've wanted to tell jesse off for being sharp to his daddy, and the knowledge that elaine COULDN'T, that it wasn't quite over yet and she still had to save face for a bit longer despite how much it killed them both, despite being the only person who could truly understand just how deep elvis was hurting right then and having been the one who'd made a whole life out of loving him hard.......... the idea of him resigning himself to having lost that forever (false) and her having to go against everything in her nature to let him ache a while longer,, oh it just shattered my spirit to bits right then and there. oh god im gonna start crying again just thinking about how lonely they both made each other 💔💔💔

im literally inconsolable, even with the reasoning behind it/ knowing how it ends beforehand, and having those future timeline fics to fall back on did nOT SAVE ME like . dear GOD woman how is that even possible?!?? if i had any shred of humanity left in my body id wax poetic for three more paragraphs abt how that speaks to your truly absolutely outstanding talent as an author and worldbuilder, but alas i think i cried out everything that was keeping me sane sometime in the last half hour and now i have to go lie facedown on the floor in my hallway and die abt it all instead 👍 fantastic work as always i love all your work so much forever etc etc 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

ps: it took me the better part of an hour to type all this out since ive lost the water content of approxinately a small ocean w my tears and am doing physically poorly in response 🫠🫠 so thanks for ur patience in this trying time 😔🙏

I spun around in circles upon reading this like my poor coon dog when she had a stroke -jovially of course. Like this is the stuff every writer dreams of getting for feedback but holy smokes, your talent for screaming? Beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve always told you how much I appreciate your time and enthusiasm to tell your thoughts Mary Hope, and now is no exception. My babe and co-author @elvisabutler deserves the pleasure of reading what we’ve wrought, as well. I’ll be halving all your medical and psychiatric expenses with her. 😏

Tbh, despite knowing both imminent and longterm reconciliation was to happen after this segment, we were just as cut up about tearing them apart as you were to read it. In fact, it was worse than all the lead up fics where the passive aggressive accumulation of grievances came across as hurts but ultimately only aggravations. This is just…PAIN. Funny how what was untenable before a tragedy suddenly appears to have been idyllic after it. Anyways.

Thank you for reading, here’s some Kleenex, albuterol and do know the sequel to this divorce is in drafts, so not finished AT ALL but it is in the works.

Not that it’ll hurt much less than this one. 😈

#sarge asks #love notes #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley

[nevertheless-moving]

hi! following you for the time-travel discworld AU, but i'm notoriously bad at checking interesting tumblrs. are you planning on posting it to AO3 (where I could subscribe to updates)?

hello! I'm glad you like the au! I've been deeply enjoying peoples tags/comments. Sorry if it wasn't clear from the tags in the original post but I'm extremely unlikely to write this fic out in full, definitely not anytime in the near/imaginable future.

[I sometimes finish a post and just keep writing in the tags. Like someone still talking who's being politely but firmly ushered out of the bar so they just get louder. Check the tags of this au and others for full rants]

Very much enjoyed @linya333's complimentary description of 'telling a story like we're all sitting in the room with you' because my feeling of writing this one is very much 'yelling while slightly drunk about some crazy fucked up stuff that happened to some guy I know, can you believe this shit'

Other people are MORE than welcome to play with the idea.

I've got a couple of drafted scraps of meta for aspects of this au im unwell about, some funny chat style dialogue possibly missing key context from what would be a good 300 pages into Night Thud! , other misc debris but like. To answer your question - No, sorry, not really enough of a coherent whole to put on ao3. Feel free to check back whenever, im pretty good about tagging so you can just look up Nightwatch au and see what , if anything I've added. No promises! Time is an illusion and all that!

And hey if other people have thoughts for this au please tag me/ send an ask so I can reblog. :)

#My au #Ask #Nightwatch au #discworld au #Poor Sam vimes for real like his life isn't hard enough #WOULD HE SAVE CARROTS PARENTS LIVES DOES HE EVEN HAVE ENOUGH INFORMATION TO DO THAT #WHO EVEN IS CARROT WITH A DIFFERENT UPBRINGING HE IS SO FUNDAMENTALLY DEFINED BY HIS DWARVISHNESS #WOULD HE EVEN BE RECOGNIZABLE AS A CHARACTER #WOULD HE BE TERRIBLE AND GREAT #WOULD SAMUEL VIMES HAVE TO KILL - #ASHDHKDKAHKAHSHAKAKAHFHFKL

[bornforastorm]

U are so mysterious about your writing hannah bornforastorm!!! I have 2 for the fic specific ask game about "crabapple crabs": gimme a BTS of your fave scene (im gonna guess that it is either BJ and hawk at the rocks or the scrabble game).

aaand i have a million dollar question for you about offscreen events: how do you imagine hawkeye and trapper's postwar reunion went, which in your fic led to them living together :)

oh beloved ben majorbaby!!!! you are so nice to send these!! to be called mysterious is so funny

to save space because boyyyy do I blather:

BTS:

lol so my favorite scene is actually the “are you fucking my man??” scene between Trapper and BJ. I'd be so happy to deconstruct BJ and Hawk on the rocks (which is as much about the two of them as it is about Hawkeye's relationship to his hometown to me), or the scrabble game (I did sooo much scrabble score calculating lol), which probably had more active thought put into them. Here, I don’t know if there’s good behind-the-scenes work to share, except that the early part of that scene where Trapper is like, "wtf is wrong with you" was absolutely fixed by you!! Personally!! You were so right that it needed clarification on the conversation Hawkeye and Trapper have already had off-screen (the burden of the limited BJ perspective!). Initially I had imagined BJ goes to bed the night before and Hawk and Trap immediately talk before going to bed themselves. So Trapper has been stewing on it all night and getting more and more pissed off at BJ, and so in the morning, he's already mad as hell. But it needed a little more finesse in the overheard conversation to make that all clear. Figuring out when Trapper is nice regarding BJ (to Hawkeye's face, because he clearly needs the reassurance), when he's trying to have a productive conversation with BJ (the "be nice why don't ya" section) and then when he actively turns against BJ (after BJ tries to pull the "you weren't there!" card again) took some tinkering. The very first draft of this scene was a lot meaner to BJ a lot quicker.

as a side note on this scene-- I am p pleased with my little "the coffee is exactly how I like it but it tastes too good to be right" bit between BJ and Hawkeye, because I think the difficulty of continuing things post-war for everyone is that the things that felt right over there do not translate to back home. Is the underlying connection even still there? I'm obsessed with the scene in Mash Goes to Maine where Trapper shows up in Maine for the first time and Hawkeye is so scared things will be irreparably different between them. And things are different, but they are the same. So I tried to bring that into a lot of moments in the fic, including this one!

And then of course Trapper is mean to BJ, BJ tries to push back but he's in the wrong so he can't win. I do like writing BJ as someone ready to get into a physical altercation here. It feels right for him-- as a defense to his masculinity, against his underlying attraction to Trapper (bc Trapper is undeniably hot and is walking around shirtless and totally confident about it and BJ loathes it), against Trapper's implication that BJ doesn't care about Hawkeye in a healthy way.

Then Trapper is smug about BJ’s insecurity, and happy to rub it in BJ’s face a little. At this point the scene sortof wrote itself. The power of that iconic tumblr post 🙏. BJ working himself up into a fit at the concept of Hawkeye and Trapper fucking, and Trapper like, "yeah man" is inherently powerful.

I am however VERY proud of the "I wouldn't have thought I'd have to explain it to you" bit, which I think feels in character with Trapper while also being like, so fuckin mean and biting. I like that Trapper can be mean sometimes. He's not a mean person, like I think BJ often is, but he sure can turn on some cruelty when the situation calls for it and I liked writing that.

I actually love all the Trapper-BJ scenes, where it's just the two of them trying to suss the other one out. Like the scene where they decide to get drunk together I really like too! Both the moment of understanding on the stoop and then the afternoon of toasts. Love to write this dynamic that has no precedent from the show to mirror or ape! Fun!

OKAY! Moving on!

The Off-Screen Reunion!!

I have written 9,000 words of this that I hope to actually finish as a real fic someday. So you may get all this in real story form at some point bUT here's the gist: basically Hawkeye gets back, is having a weird time, staying with his dad because the house he owns doesn't really feel like home (he barely lived in it before being drafted). One night he re-reads the letters Trapper sent him (which are part of Crabapple Crabs. For the sake of this, Trapper wrote and Hawkeye just kept it to himself. Too personal! But he also never wrote back. Too painful!) and then digs out the tape-recorded letter he sent his dad that has Trapper's voice on it. Wanting more of that voice, he calls Trapper in Boston and they have the most stilted, uncomfortable, who-are-we-to-each-other conversation where Trapper is like, "I figured you didn't want anything to do with me" and Hawkeye says "Well I was pretty mad at you but I want to do with you, I love you." Trapper hangs up sortof abruptly and Hawkeye is like, okay that was it, I blew it, I'll never see him or hear from him again.

But Trapper shows up on his doorstep the next day, in the rain of course, and they talk all night about this and that and BJ and it's easy and comfortable and by the morning it's like... yeah things aren't the same, but we can be. We want to do the work to make it work. We care about each other more than the hardships.

Meanwhile Trapper's already divorced and is having a hard, miserable time in Boston. It's too busy, he's still operating on meatball time, working too hard and too fast and it's fucking him up. So when Hawkeye suggests he stay for a while, he does. And then he just... doesn't leave.

He fixes up Hawkeye's house, makes it a home for him, for them (cleaning and furnishing a house as a metaphor). Having Trapper around creates an excuse to introduce him around town, gets Hawkeye out of his head and back into the community. They decide they can do good by starting a clinic, which is an invigorating project for Hawkeye. Another instance of me being really into Mash Goes to Maine lol. Trapper likes the town and the weirdo people, and now they have something to work towards together. They play scrabble and eat lowkey vegetarian at home and the town is like, well those Pierces have always been weird so why shouldn't Hawkeye have a war buddy come live with him? Ain't any weirder than the other weird stuff. And we like the war buddy, he's a good fella and his kids are nice girls and ain't it nice they come up sometimes.

So that's how I imagine it happens, more or less!! Someday I'll finish the full fic version, which honestly so far is hugely about the rest of the town and Hawkeye's relationship to the town too lmao I can't help myself

#mash #oh man this is too many words BUT I hope you find it kinda interesting #ben majorbaby you're a dream #my writing

[shinkaishoujo103]

Hi Saku. How are you considering the latest enstars news

hi, thank you for asking, anon! i may or may not have taken your ask as a chance to let it all out. well, considering my current mood is:

...it is very clear that i am doing perfectly okay dealing with all the Horrors being: a leo overdose! (no)

let me elaborate with a list:

• you would expect me to start with the crush of judgement mv, but NO! THE KNIGHTS POCKY COLLAB, ACTUALLY!

i unfortunately can't insert ALL visuals, BUT AAAAA JUST LOOK AT THEM?! i think this is what you could call, the calm before the storm...(funny since there was a heavy storm just recently for me)

• next up is, of course, the crush of judgement mv...it was an unexpected and sudden, but very nice surprise! i naturally went crazy insane with all the feral leo content, amen!

man, just look at my man...and shit was just getting started, wasn't it?

• of course, after the unexpected knights killer content, i naturally saw people starting to speculate...more announcements on tsukisuta, perhaps? i didnt worry myself too much just yet, though the fear was there-- with the usual internal begging, please, no, no more, im having enough of a leo overdose already...

...but then this happened.

...ah.

this was. extremely funny, actually. because:

- i had leo yume dreams just the night beforehand

- when i look back, so much just jinxed it...including:

- ...and as you can see, i started fearing for a leo themed since long ago! even starting to chant leo tsukinaga dni-- but now that i think about it, i was exactly the same with leo fs2! ...maybe i have a leo radar? i also would like to think i saw right through happyeles game, ignoring who was due or not like that, like aira or souma and probably others i forgot about...and it wouldve been incredibly funny if he was close to the newest sena card, no?

but anyways...my fellow discord pals can confirm, i was being totally, absolutely normal about this card! (no)

...stares very intently at me getting myself post limited for the very first time, and i choose the PERFECT time for it because i had to wait, what, 22 HOURS TO GET OUT OF JAIL? a fellow knightsP friend was in the same hell as me...man, i ended up having 56 drafts! absolute hell! but was it worth it? well...anything for leo tsukinaga, no?

• august 13th wasn't the end for me just yet, because then the tsukisuta happened and...

...hey, am i really the only one whos worrying over what even the fuck tsukasa's and sena's vas are doing there? hey?

i don't wanna speculate too much, but man...there is gonna be something, isn't there? and i am so, so scared to find out what...

the funeral comes from that, actually, since if you notice, it'll be held the day the stream happens...which will probably be the day of my death, yeah! not like i didn't already die-- the countdown on one of my dn is for that too, by the way

...hands in prayer, pleasedonotbeknightsclimaxor/andcheckmateanimeannouncementsamen

and i was so scared that something about knights killer would be on the tsukisuta, but in the end-- haha. sobbing.

• august 13th finally ends (at 2am--), and we wake up (at 8am--) to a new day...the day when the new leo scout starts, or in other words; today! oh...today...

at first i was anticipating being out of post limit hell, because i still had to wait when waking up! fun stuff...and damn, was it liberating to finally be fucking OUT!

...next thing to worry about on the list, though, was, well...leo.

ah.

the unbloomed, the story, does he still love me back or not...? so many things to be nervous about...

and then...it all happened so fast, honestly. this whole situation feels like a fever dream, actually...

sighs...just LOOK at him?! how is he literally the most beautiful most gorgeous most pretty most ethereal most handsome most good-looking most alluring most lovely most stunning most heavenly most charming most magnificent most graceful most elegant most glamorous most attractive most dazzling most imrunningoutofsynonyms person in the whole fucking galaxy?!

this card is genuinely so good because like?! both unbloomed and bloomed are SO GOOD?! maybe its the leo bias but?! PEAK CARD, HONESTLY?!

AND WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT HIS SPP!

(thank you rae for this)

?! I WISH I WAS THE CAMERA?! THAT KICK?! THE END?!

also shout-out to the outfit because MAN! IT IS GOOD SHIT! VERY GOOD SHIT! THE SCR...

(pic stolen from twitter)

AAAAAAA?!?!?! he looks so...oh my god...hi handsome, are you free tonight?!//gunshot

i am being so normal. i swear to god. i am oh so incredibly absolutely totally being NORMAL at the moment. (no)

'but saku, did you get him or not?'

...do not talk to me.

#saku mail #from anon #this was. long. enjoy the feast that is my suffering.

[nat111love]

It is interesting how Thomas react to the different "love interests" as compared to Grace.

With May or Lizzie, he didn't act affectionate or gentle, no words of affection even the s3x part is based on lust or Tommys need to let it out.

With Grace, he was so gentle with her acted so lovey dovey was so damn affectionate with her. He always wanted to impress Grace but with other he did not give a crap about it 💖

It is funny how some fans claim that Tommy was not in love with Grace at all and in love with Lizzie all along. I still did not receive a single valid answer to how fans think it is love if dear Tommy looked dead in the marriage with lizzie, treated her like shit cheated on her .

Side note: Grace look so beautiful in her green dress (S2) and with white and pink dress (S2), the light brown coat with the light purple and headband (S3) and the simple yet elegant blouses in S1 ....im so bias HAHAHAHA its clear that Tommy was HEAD over heels for her (why wouldn't he??)

Did you notice how the other "love interest" tends to be more darker themes clothes while Grace wears lighter tone clothes? What do you think of this? And Why do you think thomas only has vision of Grace when she is in S1? Apologies for asking too many questions in fashion i think that in PB everything is placed and arranged for a reason from the colour to the words.

Heyyyy nonnie !!! I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO ANSWER.( I had this in my drafts but couldn't post sooner because life got in the way).

I think tommy’s “fondness” for lizzie and may stemmed from what he could gain from being in a relationship with them, convenience, control, loyalty, power, money...  with grace it was different, his heart was involved. Tommy wanted to be with grace and wanted their relationship to work . That’s why he tried to convince her to stay after she informed him she wouldn’t be there when he’d come back from the races .

He wanted grace to stay. But he also thought what he was offering to that beautiful and incredibly smart woman who breathed life and class wasn’t enough, that she didn’t belong in a shit hole called small heath, and that  being a peaky blinder’s “wife” wasn’t enough for a woman of her “social standing”. That’s that train of thoughts that led to him outright telling her, he knew she wasn’t born to be with a man like him. But he was turning things around.

What tommy loved first and foremost wasn’t money, sex, loyalty power, but grace. He loved GRACE, that’s why he was always trying to impress her. why his main goal was to make her happy, be the man she thought he could be and the man he thought she deserved. 

Because he was emotionally connected to her, tommy lavished more attention on her than he did on lizzie and may, he showered her with kisses, love, affectionate gestures and was the sweetest he could be with her.

 You mentioned an interesting fact nonnie, and I want to mention another one here . We saw lizzie and may trying to “win” tommy’s affection and convince him that they could be happy together  [ In season 4 during her pregnancy announcement, we saw lizzie trying to emotionally connect with tommy and sell him a possible happy relationship between them . And in 2X05 we saw may letting tommy know that she had feelings for him , asking him to let grace go, and literally telling him she would will win him while he was trying to breakup with her .] but the only woman we saw him trying to win over was grace.

The peaky blinders costumers used  colors to hint at crucial character traits,  emotions, expectations and to mostly help symbolize what tommy saw when he looked at his “partners”, his feelings, thoughts and desire at key moment in his development.

 Throughout all of peaky blinders season 1 grace often wore white because she represented tommy’s happiness, peace for his agonizing mind... hope for him in a cruel, hard, bleak, violent environment, a way out of his loneliness, a promise for a better future...basically she [represented] was his salvation....  

Yes, white symbolize elegance, but it also symbolize peace, innocence and delicacy. And grace was definitely none of these 3 things in season 1, we saw that woman kill 3 irish men... she was angry, had an unhealthy obsession with revenge and was struggling with her demons just like tommy was struggling with his...You know what else is associated with the color white ?! Peace, hope, elegance, innocence, salvation, perfection , and grace represented all these things FOR TOMMY.   

Did you notice how the other "love interest" tends to be more darker themes clothes while Grace wears lighter tone clothes? What do you think of this?

Honestly, I’ve never really thought about the stories behind may and lizzie’ “themes clothes”, or their clothes colors meanings nonnie.  The only time I thought it was fitting to draw a contrast between grace and tommy’s “other love interest” was during grace and may’ conversation ( because of  that who will tommy choose cliffhanger). 

In that scene may was wearing a red “dress”, symbolic for desire, lust, love, excitement , passion( a short lived feeling). That color  is also associated with  power, strength ( *cough, cough* business);

 And grace was wearing a pink and white outfit, colors associated with love, happiness, hope... The color pink , is thought to be a calming and relaxing color, It has a deeply joyful vibe to it. Like being “home”, a familiar friendly place where there are no worries, you are never lonely and you have everything in life that you ever wanted...

Their outfits colors are at odds and can reflect what they both were expecting from tommy, can serve as a visual indicator for what tommy saw when he looked at them , what they represented for him, and can also hint at tommy’s dilemma, LOVE or BUSINESS.

And Why do you think thomas only has vision of Grace when she is in S1?

I think he sees her in her season 1 outfits because of what that “version” of grace represents, hope, happiness... steven knight used that  “version” of grace to show the very difficult paradoxical situation tommy was in...grace/ her presence used to symbolize tommy’s happiness, salvation, hope etc but after her death it symbolizes his agony,his PTSD, loneliness, and serves as a visual indicator for tommy haunted and tormented mind.

 I loved this ask nonnie!!! we're all here to share our perspectives, so don't apologize.

Thanks for the ask

#peaky blinders #tommy x grace #grace burgess #grace shelby #tommy shelby #thomas shelby

[sparksnevadas]

I have finished reading the latest GIHASM chapter and I am here to let it be known that I am once again wailing sobbing crying about mumscarian.

I feel like it can’t be said enough but the way you write them together… they’re just so soft. The little domestic scene of Scar and Grian cooking together. The implicit trust between Mumbo and Scar as they talk about how they are doing in the wake of everything. Grian trusting Mumbo to be there while he and Pearl preen and Mumbo getting the courage to speak about his experiences with the HA inspired by Grian. I could probably write a whole novel about how much I love the tender affection between them and how absolutely romantic your depiction of them is <3

(Side note: the way you write cooking has really reminded me that I do indeed love to do that)

The dancing scene needs a special shout-out, okay? I had to keep pausing to hide my face because it was just so good. I love your redscape dynamic so much, I think about them often.

The bit about Bdubs’ driving was great too! You got so much of his chapter into such a short bit.

And the parts about Grian’s complex emotions about the HA </3 they were so realistic and I loved getting to see that (especially with the added context of that post about why you named the chapter as you did).

I know you’ve said you are starting to wrap up GIHASM and while I am obviously excited to see what you come up with next, I am definitely going to miss this AU a lot. Every time I get that AO3 update email it puts a smile on my face and I drop whatever I’m doing to go and read it immediately. I love GIHASM so much and if anyone who is still reading at this point hasn’t read it yet I highly, highly recommend you go and check it out!

void!!! my friend <3 i had not noticed you sent this, i am genuinely sorry!

i love little domestic scenes, even if these idiots wont admit they're in love, they will cook for each other, sacrifice for each other, let each other sleep in and distract each other when its needed.

this is a very minor thing but i feel like in popular media and fic, once a character finds out they like someone, its very fast: attempted confessions, miscommunictions (my dearly detested), etc. etc. my thing is like... i wanted to explore what it would be like to fall in love with your friend over a year and not notice. and what'd be like to figure out you kinda see your nemesis as a friend (and maybe more, as you get to learn more and more about him). and even when you do find out, are you really that quick to turn around and risk something you value so much? maybe, maybe. Im trying really hard to find a balance between the two ends i suppose. its very slow going, but im glad everyone seems to be enjoying the ride? But anyways ya, ya, they are in love, but more importantly, they are best friends :)

(I LOVE COOKING!!!! the recipe for the spanish omelet is a mix between official recipes (putting it in the oven) and my own (adding bell pepper occasionally. it adds flavor and color))

its really funny to me that when i started drafting this fic, my head was so full of redscape stuff. and then i kinda realized i needed to focus on grian, so then i went full scarian mode for a bit. grumbo is the ship i feel like in a way i've had to put on the back burner for most of the fic bc mumbo wasn't "there" for the first half. anyways i love redscape. it consists of one Anxious but sweet man and his Confident but too sweet man wholoves him very loudly (but maybe not loudly enough?). and theyre best friends :) and they were roommates!

<3 <3 <3 i think i havent made it super clear in the fic up until this point that everyone and everything is morally gray, including the like. ig antagonist? of the fic. The HA has good people in it, and it has people who are not so good. everyone has different opinions on what should happen to it, and they are all valid in their own ways. given that a lot of readers were rallying against the HA, i was like :3c time to reveal why grian likes bleaching his wings and why he loves the HA and will always feel mixed emotions about it.

(can you tell i like writing about complicated relationships? lmao)

i have about 2 more story beats to finish off on..... i have also been saying i have two more beats for about 2-3 months. I say "soon", i have no idea how much longer this fic will take to write. for example, i thought of the stuff for this chapter within the last three weeks. so it was a last minute beat add. soooooo idk. "soon" but like. im gonna take any excuse to write more domestic scenes lmao. a meandering "soon"

anyways!!!! hi void my friend!!! thank you so much for this long ask i love long comments so much i love seeing what everyone picks up on and what parts are fun to read!!! genuinely the interview part was nervewracking for me to write bc i was like... i hope i dont sound preachy but journalism is important to me, and morality is important. anyways, i wont ramble any longer, but i lov u!!!

#its void! #gihasm

[lunarfortune]

okay im just gonna type some shit for the moment or whatever but elise mf origin post because it's super funny to me

long rambly post with a bunch of card game images

anyway way back in like 2020 and early 2021 Legends of Runeterra had its Lab of Legends mode. Similar to Path of Champions but like, way more basic since it was the earlier version. You pick a champ and fight through a series of 9? stages or so, theyre all the same each time, with the bosses being Thresh, Sejuani (FUCK Scargrounds stage) and Viktor (and FUCK Guard Bots stage too). Each first clear with a champ would grant you a unique player icon for them, but I wasn't super concerned with collecting them all, I really just wanted Miss Fortune. The problem was that her starting deck is kind of Not Great and it's especially easy to get reamed by bad rng and her ability is straight up a hindrance against Scargrounds. I was having so much trouble with MF runs it was unreal. My friend cleared it relatively quickly, but I could not for the life of me get a good run going. I struggled with it on and off for WEEKS. I was just resigned to never clearing it.

So one fateful day in February of 2021 I am going through yet another MF lab run and get offered a choice between Zoe, Elise and Jinx as my deck's support champs. Fuck it, I'm thinking, just take Elise for laughs, who gives a shit anymore.

While I'm playing I'm shitposting on discord with a friend and making jokes about the whole thing, and we all know what happens when you make jokes. Didn't win that run but within a day it did get the gears in ye olde brain turning.

(i've now had this sitting in drafts for a month btw LOL i forgor)

The next month I'm starting up yet another run, and at this point I'm so demoralized by my bad luck with this I'm just like, yeah okay whatever Elise again, I'm just gonna lose at Scargrounds again like always

So I'm just going through the motions with this run and being more excited about the loot I'm getting of the Empires of the Ascended event. Somehow got quite lucky through Scars and Sejuani because the ai wasn't pulling followers to play.

Like I really cannot stress how lackluster the rng through this run was, I was genuinely surprised I got through Sejuani lmao

I guess purely to spite me, this run makes it past Foundry and Guard Bots and gets to Viktor. It's.... dicey. Elise's spiders give me more fodder to keep the nexus safe but between Elise's support cards and Sarah's starting deck, I don't really have any big hitters if Viktor starts to beef up, and I was never able to pick up anything from round rewards.

The Ruination I picked up comes in an early draw and comes in handy, clearing the board. I'm in the damn trenches clutching my spiders and fighting for my life. Another Viktor comes out, I draw a second Ruination and pop it. Viktor plays a Nyandroid.

He doesn't seem to have anything else to play. With both Sarah and Elise leading the charge, I attack.

Finally, finally, after so many attempts, I was FREE. Love fucking wins. Sarah's Love Tap took out the 5/1 bot that would have killed Elise during the Guard Bots stage. These champs speedran enemies to lovers through a month of me suffering through to get my first clear. I was utterly bewildered.

So anyway thats the story of how Elise/Miss Fortune was kind of a joke and then not a joke and I have given very serious consideration as to how they could encounter one another and how that would go.

Elise Does make trips to Bilgewater btw, thanks Ruined King!

#tatz.txt #anyway im insane <3 #i rushed the end of this bc i need to leave for work KJFHDHSJF

[pinkgibbon]

“that…can’t be good.”

hate this mf but unfortunately he is a little funny

#two posts in one day? its more likely than you think #just clearing out the drafts #my brother asked me why i made him look like a zombie. im sorry it wasnt on purpose #'he looks dead' 'lol funny you say that' #i wont lie sometimes bad bisexual representation is actually good #btw im bi so you legally cant cancel me for saying that #homare nishitani #yakuza 0 #yakuza #Ryu ga Gotoku #yakuza 0 spoilers #yakuza spoilers #ok hilarious as fuck how they just got him like that. i thought he was being set up to be this major character or something #nah just took him out instantly #blood tw #blood #only a little bit just in case #if you saw me private and then unprivate this no you didnt xoxo

[fipindustries]

and that was the erogamer

too much, entirely too much. its hypersaturated and overbearing in a way that makes you really sick of its taste after a while. i said time and again that i dont like kitchen sink settigs and this is in many ways the ultimate kitchen sink, its the multiverse but like even multier, and verser.

in many ways this is not so much about telling a story with a plot but rather in constructing a league of extraordinary gentlemen-like setting and exploring a 0,0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of it while making it clear how many zeroes there are in front of the one we just got a glimpse at.

also it commits the classic sin of trying to be too clever for its own good, i like meta like everyone else in my stories, and clever post modern self references and hypertextualities and winks to the audience are all fun and cute but after a while it just, it becomes a horse being beaten to the ground. we get it, no, seriously we did truly get it, how cute, much clever, very wow, and i get that this is obviously what the characters would do and think if they are clever, i get you are in a sense trying to anticipate all the weird and clever ideas a reader of your story could come up with to one-up your setting, i get you want to turn this into an arms race of perpetual escalation where you get to be hyper ultra super duper mega meta times infinity squared by infinity to the infinity power plus one.

we get it.

it stops being interesting after a while.

also, and this is mainly because the story is in a forum quest format and there is nothing to be done about that, it has severe pacing issues. much like the setting and much like the meta techniques, the story itself just goes on for way too long, i was ready to wrap it up when we got to the scene where starry kidnaps copper swallow and they have that orgy in the park. that felt like a natural (heh) climax for the thing. the story kept going.

so then other things happened and then finally that giant quest ended.

the story kept going

so then we got to the red spiral and we got a glimpse of what might be beyond

the story kept going

and then, and then, and then....

it really feels like a shameless bold faced insult to end this with a scene from act 7 of homestuck, less like a funny reference and more of a “yeah, i did that, i made you go through something like that, again, did you have fun?”

and the sad, sad, sad answer is that yeah, actually, i did.

here comes the turn around, for all that i griped and all the things i just said, the erogamer is well written. it was written by someone who is good at writing.

each individual scene, each chapter, each self contained portion of narrative is incredibly gripping, funny, entertaining, moving, tugs at your heartstrings, the characters feel so so alive and so likeable and well drawn. each portion of the whole is an absolute treat. here we have someone who wanted to write five hundred different stories and would have been amazing at writing each of them but they decided to cram them all awkwardly in one place.

all this is the product of an amateur writer tackling their very first serious large scale project, the need to cram everything in one place,the awkward pacing, the complete lack of focus, the odd bits and ends uncomfortably sticking out, the painfully first draft nature of it all. there is great potential here, im sure if they sat down and decided to actually write a single tight novel from beggining to end and polished it you would get a best seller in your hands, amazing potential that is begging to be channeled into a more sane project.

this is a case where the whole is much much less than the sum of its parts. and for all the contortions it does to suggest some deeper metaphisical framework where it all makes sense ultimatly its handwaved by the sheer power of nonesense, because the author just fucking said so. never before have i seen an author dedicate so many words and so much effort to make you think really really hard about how you shouldnt think too much about it. to the point that it almost feels like insecurity. i get it, ultimatly none of this is meant to make actual sense, making sense of it all is not the actual point of this all, i got it the first time you said it and i got it the five hundredth time you said it, now show me a scene where the main character gets fucked in the ass while sucking someone’s dick please.

finally, the porn.

yeah, its pretty good fucking porn. no complaint there, i cannot get randomly hard any more thanks to hrt and i still got multiple boners reading this story, so yeah. it did its job, top notch, cheffs kiss. it made me discover a couple of fetishes i was not aware i had, good job!

i have some more words on the matter but ill try to trickle them down later, if there is anything i learned out of this story is to not overstay your welcome.

ultimatly my final word on it is, do go and read it, there are so many portions that im sure you will absolutely love to read, is incredibly good fun, it has some parts that are honestly amazing and i frankly am glad i did it.

#the erogamer

[hello-yue-here]

thank you @chiptrillino for tagging me in a wip game!

not quite sure what the rules are but based off of your AMAZING POST OF ART WIPS (check it out here yall chip is so talented) ive decided to just share some parts of my writing wips that i rlly like because i cannot draw whatsoever lmao

enjoy some lil snippets hehe

from heart don't stand a chance:

"Zuko couldn’t get over her eyes. She was looking past the camera towards the man who took it. Zuko could see clear as day the love she held for Sokka in her gaze.

It was a perfect moment that Sokka had captured. No wonder held it with him at all times. If someone had looked at Zuko like that, he’d never want to see anything again.

As he took in the photograph, Sokka sat next to him in silence. His hand was clutching the ring around his neck again in his fist, pressing it close to his mouth as he peered over Zuko’s shoulder to look. Zuko turned to him to compliment the picture and saw a sad fondness lingering in his eyes."

this is a scene i wrote a while ago thats gonna appear in a much later chapter. but yeah. more yue angst for you guys im so sorry.

from i love you (and that's all i really know):

"Mister Sokka," a little voice wishpered in his ear as he felt tiny pokes on his cheek, "Wake up Mister Sokka."

"Good morning to you too Izumi," Sokka responded wearily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked towards the little girl who was standing on her tippy toes to see over the edge of the bed and poke his face until he rose.

She smiled at him once she realized he was awake.

"Can we have pancakes?" She asked shyly, hiding her mouth just below the edge of the bed as she looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

That look was going to be dangerous for him later on, he could aready tell.

"Sure thing, Izumi, just let me sleep for five more minutes, mkay?" He asked as he shut his eyes again. He was exhausted from last nights events, and the sun had barely risen. How did Zuko do this?"

this is a scene from the next chapter of this fic. so much sokka and izumi bonding you guys are gonna explode hehehe.

from cherry (the mailee fic i wont shut up about that is now a whopping 19 pages):

"Mai never had to guess with Ty Lee. She always knew when Ty Lee was happy about something because she would use an obnoxious amount of exclamation points. She would send gifs of people or cartoons making outlandish expressions whenever she wanted to react to Mai’s text with a specific facial expression. Sometimes Ty Lee would even send voice memos whenever her thoughts became too long, or she got too excited about a story that her fingers couldn’t type as fast as she could speak."

hehe i love mailee.

from yours (the mailee sorority fic that i promise i did not forget about):

"Mai lifted her head off the pillow again and met Zuko’s eyes. She studied his impassive expression, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He did seem like he missed Mai and Azula, so maybe he did really just want to catch up with them.

But Mai wasn’t going to give up a golden opportunity like this.

“Tell us everything about the boy toy as well and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Mai said.

Zuko rolled his eyes and sighed, “Ugh, fine. And his name is Sokka by the way.”

“Nuance. You also have to wake up Azula.”

“No chance in hell,” Zuko scoffed, “You’re the roommate and her fellow ‘pong princess,’ wake-up duty is all yours.”

“If she murders me, it’s your fault. She’s a bitch when she’s hungover.”

“Whatever you say, Mai,” Zuko grinned before returning back to his phone."

i have decided that zuko is a little shit for this fic and no one can stop me.

from Where'd All the Time Go? (the yuekka fic that i have severe writers block with that i also promis i have not forgotten about):

"“Sokka I really think you need to take a moment and-”

“I am fine Aang, I don’t have time for a feelings talk right now. Right now I need to find the fucking chief of this damn place.” His words came out harsher than he meant, but he didn’t have the time to dwell on that.

Before Sokka could run off again to continue his search, a hand grabbed his arm. One of Arnook’s advisors, Malina, had started dragging him towards the podium.

“Do you not realize how late you are for this Sokka? The ceremony was supposed to begin with your speech nearly an hour ago-” she hissed at him as she pulled him along through the crowd.

“Malina I’m sorry but I really need to speak with Arnook it is urgent-”

“This damn speech of yours is what’s urgent right now Sokka, you can speak with Arnook later but the guests are getting antsy so you need to give your speech right. Now.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Maline shoved Sokka towards the podium and suddenly all eyes were on him. Every guest in attendance had their focus solely on Sokka."

homeboy is stressed in this scene. things are slowly going to shit in this chapter. i promise i will update this before the end of the year. i swear. im so sorry.

from a currently untitled jetko/sukka boiling rock fic:

"“Oh good, you survived after all,” She said in a mocking tone.

Jet didn’t answer. He knew anything he said would be used against him. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what was happening. But he would be damned if he showed that weakness in front of the fire nation.

“I was told you were more talkative than this,” the girl mused. There was something familiar about her, “my informants were very detailed when discussing your little teashop romance.”

I knew it. Jet snarled in his mind, That bastard betrayed me."

i want this fic to be a little darker but idk how good i am at writing darker fics because i love fluff and humor too much. this could be good angst practice for me.

from a toph and sokka fic that i wrote a while back to help me cope w some shit that i dont know if ill ever post:

"“Sokka? Are you still there?” Toph asked, the slightest hint of concern began to slip into their voice

“Tell me a story,” he was trembling. Despite all of his efforts to sound calm, he knew his voice came out trembling and scratchy and pathetic-

“Is everything okay? You don’t sound too hot,” Toph said through the phone.

Breathe, Sokka, breathe. You don’t want them to be worried, you just need to calm down.

“Please, Toph, I just,” he said through shaky breaths that weren’t nearly deep enough for him to be getting enough oxygen, “I just need a distraction. I just need to hear your voice okay?”"

nonbinary toph anyone?

from a 10 things i hate about you kataang and zukka au:

"“What? Something on my face?” the guy asked deadpanned. He rubbed at his scar as if he were wiping off a smudge of mustard, and Aang’s face went pale.

“Stop scaring the sophomores Zuko, this one’s new. He won’t get your… humor… just yet,” Ms. Wu said as she waved Aang off again.

“I’m hurt that you’d imply I’m not funny, Wu. I’m hilarious,” the senior, Zuko, said as he walked past Aang.

Aang let out a sigh of relief knowing that this Zuko guy didn’t seem all that offended by his awkwardness, and darted out of the room."

zuko is a little shit part 2. the amount of sarcasm i have dripping off of heath ledger zuko is glorious. let zuko be a little shit. i havent added to this in months but when i finish some of my other wips i cant wait to get back to this.

i have more wips and drafts saved but none of them have anything juicy or funny or interesting yet because all of them are like less than three pages so far

but yeah, heres a good chunk of sneaky peakys from my wips!

I hope you liked them!

anyone who wants to do this can totally go for it. imma tag @ambykinns @lumities and @flowers-inthepieshop (only if you all want too!!) because this was fun :)

#liv talks about writing #liv talks ab fanfic #liv wips #liv fics #i love sharing my writing #especially when i have a bit of a block going on with well.... every fic #maybe this will give me inspiration!!! #i love sharing my writing im proud of these little snippets and i hope you all likes them as well :) #atla #avatar: the last airbender

[mbti-enemies]

Hello, I've been following you for a while now in a very ghostly way, and for once I'm going out because I don't understand why you mostly have weird or mean anons ?? (I'm not saying all but mainly ?)

You are all fun, nice, and adorable (yes even you intj and I accept the fight when you want haha)

Frankly keep being just you everyone, you get to make me smile and I always look forward to reading you !

(P.S : Sorry for my bad english

P.S #2 : I will probably die for your xnfp, seriously)

Hellehellohello whatdowehavehere (infj here btw) and TYSM your mail is so very much loved by me and liked by intj and..... yeah-

(we only had one weird ask but that wasnt anon but also it was supposed to be funny (and intj and i cracked up when we heard so) and the asker cleared that up with us)

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE OUR BLOG, i love you love our blog, we love our blog too i think and its brilliant, think of every post as a little laugh from us to you (though we have a very beautiful aesthetic-vibe one sitting in drafts rn so there's that too)

Heyaaa intj here and uh well ...okay so sorry this took so long thats my fault... but only cause im at a loss of words cause someone *glares at infj* took all good words first which is rather unfair ik , anyway tho i just wanted to say TY FOR ACC ENJOYING OUR BLOG and tbh idk what we like more, you, the way that you actually wrote what might be the best ask one could get , or the fact that we get to make you smile and give u a lil something to look forward too (so thank YOU)

(P.S your english is perfect

P.S #2 we agree with the infp thing

P.S#3 our next post (we think is wonderful and hope youmai do too) is dedicated to you

#ask #ty again))))) #oh idk every time it hits me so hard realising how nice intj can be #intj says she will fight you tho btw #mail

[hansoulo]

thread count

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Reader (gender neutral, no Y/N)

Warnings: liek… cursing? mentions of nightmares. bed sharing. the works.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: posting this at noon bc im tired of staring at it in my drafts 🤡also i recognize that star wars decided glass is called transparisteel but given that it’s a stupid ass decision i’ve elected to ignore it. enjoyyyyy :)

“No.”

“Mando-”

“No.”

You let out a frustrated groan, your rucksack dropping to the floor with a heavy thud as you flopped back onto the bed. The one, single bed.

“It’s too late to go anywhere else, alright? We’re basically stuck here. Let’s just make the best of it, okay?” He grunted at this, still standing at the doorway gripping his disintegrator rifle. “Drop the ‘tude, tin can. Could be worse,” you mumbled as you reached to wipe a hand over your face, sinking into the soft sheets.

It was kinda nice, actually. You couldn’t remember the last time you slept on a real mattress, with real pillows and blankets that didn’t feel like sandpaper. The inn owner was sweet, a wizened old woman who’d only smiled when you asked if there were any rooms available. Just the one, she had said. Down the hall.

This was ridiculous.

The Mandalorian stepped forward, closing the door with a large hand on the rusted knob. The room was small and sparsely furnished, but it was a far cry from your usual, less than ideal sleeping arrangements, so you relished in the feeling of the pillows beneath your back before propping yourself up on one elbow, eyelids already drooping as you watched him. He looked… awkward. If you had any more energy, you’d probably laugh. “I could- ” he cleared his throat, setting the rifle against the wall, “I could sleep on the floor.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed as you reached down to pull off your boots, throwing them haphazardly into a corner. You’d helped him with the occasional bounty for years, and known him for longer than that. You could share a fucking bed. Besides, it’s not like anyone else was around to see. Minus the baby of course, but it (he? she?) didn’t really count, right? It was already sleeping. “It’ll be fine.”

“No, I’m going to just-”

“Mando,” you glared, standing up. “If you sleep on the floor, you’re gonna be even more of an ass tomorrow morning. Just do us all a favor,” you waved a hand towards the baby in its pod, “and get over yourself, alright?” You reached down to the hem of your top, tugging it above your head before you heard him make a low, distorted sound - probably a cough, but the modulator made those kinds of things hard to tell. Left in your undershirt, you crouched down to stuff the fabric - dusty and soiled from a day of travel - back in your bag. “What?”

He shifted on his feet, his helmet ducking slightly at the sight of your exposed skin. “Oh c’mon,” you groaned, your expression teasing. “You stabbed a guy with a serving fork yesterday, Mando. I don’t think this could be any worse.” If you could see underneath his helmet, you’d be willing to bet he was blushing. Funny, how that worked. How he worked.

The bedsprings creaked underneath your weight as you laid down again, pulling the blankets out from their tucked corners. The window on the other side of the room lay open, bringing in a chill that had you drawing the covers tighter around your shoulders. “Could you close the window?” you whispered, tracking the glint of beskar through half-closed eyes as he complied with your request. His armor reflected orange light - dim and flickering from a small lamp hung beside the door - before it was snuffed out by a gloved hand. You let out a quiet thanks, not bothering to fight the exhaustion dragging at your mind as he stood above you. “I’m going to sleep,” you mumbled, turning on your side to face the wall. “Do what you want.”

⫸ ——-– ⫷

Flat, white light crackled across your vision and you opened your eyes with a groan. You could hear rain beating against the windowpane, glass rattling with every new roar of thunder in a way that had goosebumps erupting across your arms. It was dark outside, inky and fogged over save for the few flashes of lightning that cast the room in sharp relief. You didn’t really mind the storm - you usually liked them - but something about the way it sounded had you on edge. It was a bitter kind of rain, unrelenting and loud and really, really cold. Bracing yourself on your hands, you lifted your head, only to knock it against the edge of something metal. “Ow what the fu-” Oh. Oh.

He hadn’t been next to you before - no, you would’ve remembered if he had - but now... now he was. Next to you. And he… had a hand on your hip and- and you were still facing away from him but you squirmed, feeling the weight of his arm on your waist, heavy and slack. No gloves. No vambrace. No pauldron. Just… the helmet. No shit, bantha-brains. The Mandalorian let out a breath, the sound low and seeping syrup in your bones. Was he still asleep? Maybe you should- “Stop moving,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.

“Sorry,” you whispered, your words thick with sleep. “M’just cold.” It was a half-truth. You were cold, but the fact that you were pressed up against one of the most feared bounty hunters in the galaxy probably didn’t help either. Neither did the fingers digging into your hip. Or the arm tucked underneath your neck. Or the hand attached to said arm that was skimming across your collarbone, seemingly unaware that it was touching anything at all. He drew you in closer and you could feel his legs slotted into yours, your toes brushing the bare skin of an ankle (that didn’t belong to you) before your scattered thoughts were forced elsewhere.

“Then why’d you take off your shirt?” he mumbled. The rain pounded a rhythm in your head, lulling you down and allowing yourself to sink back into his arms. You didn’t really want to think about tomorrow morning. If things would be weird. There was a chance neither of you would remember this when you woke up, though, so it’s not like it mattered. Even if you did - if he did - you knew it was all business.

“Hm?” you said, tucking your chin and scooting back slightly. Your back met the hard planes of his chest, his skin hot and thrumming even underneath the thick material of his shirt. The man was like a fucking space heater. Ha. Space heater. Funny. You were funny. And tired. And- wait did he ask you something?

“Why take off your shirt if you’re cold?” he repeated. The last word trailed off as a palm moved across the expanse of your stomach, his thumb rubbing circles across the raised seam of your undershirt and burning the skin beneath.

“I wasn’t cold then,” you huffed, reaching a hand over his and guiding it below the thin fabric until it rested still on your sternum. A better version of you, more awake and with more critical thinking skills - with the power of thought in general - would probably kick you for using the Mandalorian like a fucking hot water bottle, but that didn’t really matter. You were cold - and exhausted and laying on a bed that was very, very comfortable - and he was warm. You couldn’t really be expected to take any responsibility for this. “Plus, the shirt was dirty,” you added, only dimly registering how your fingers laced with his, tracing battered, scar-shiny knuckles in your half-sleep. He hummed and leaned forward, the metal of his helmet rounding smooth against your hair.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he said, his breathing falling back into tandem with yours as you felt your eyes fluttering shut. “Go to sleep.”

⫸ ——-– ⫷

“Mando, wake up. Wake up, please.” Your voice was tremulous as you shook his shoulder, stretched over tight with desperation and knocking against the walls of the room. Your plea bounced back hollow, a high, unrelenting tone that made your ears ring. Everything was caving in on itself, crumbling slow and then all at once in a way that had the sweat on your temples icing over. You weren’t a child anymore. You shouldn’t have nightmares. “Please.”

He sat up quickly, a hand bolting out to the blaster tucked underneath his pillow and aiming steady at the enemy that had yet to show itself. “Is someone there?” he asked, graveled over but still frighteningly alert. A light sleeper, you supposed.

You shook your head, wet tracks crackling on your cheeks as you spoke. “No, no one. It’s fine.” He relaxed at this, setting the blaster down at his side. His palms were dry when they came up to your face, slightly calloused but still soft as they traced over the rolling tears.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you whispered, meeting the dark slit of his visor before ducking your head. “It’s nothing, I-” you sniffed, swallowing the air that was caught in your throat. “I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

“Hey,” he called out, hesitant and a bit unsure. “You okay?” You nodded, closing your eyes in an attempt to clear your vision before opening them a few moments later. The Mandalorian only stared, his helmet tilting with a cock of his head.

“Just nightmares,” you said when he remained quiet. “But they aren’t normally this bad.” The remains of a sob fragmented beneath your ribs, bubbling up in a wet cough that burned your throat. His hands came to rest at your back, flat and steady against your spine until your breathing evened. “I’m sorry,” you repeated after a few minutes.

The Mandalorian let out a quiet noise, gruff and a bit pained-sounding. “It’s okay,” he said, his fingertips pressing softly into your shoulder blades. You could only just hear him through the storm outside. “I get them too.”

You faced the beskar, gaze searching for the eyes you knew were looking at you and finding nothing but darkness. It was enough, though. To know he was looking. “You do?”

“Every night.” A beat passed before you hiccuped again, swiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. “It’s still late,” the Mandalorian whispered, his hands gentle as they reached around your shoulders. You let him pull the covers over you, feeling his words soak into your back. “Let’s just go to bed.”

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