#dtw writing

[certifiedl0verboy]

deep the water — chapter eight is here 💕

hope u guys enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it MWAH

#jegulus #james potter #marauders #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fanfic #jeggy #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #india's writing #dtw #deep the water

[nanzyn]

why am i writing my characters coming from detroit? why did i change that from chicago? i know i had a reason but for the life of me i cant remember why... chicago makes so much more sense i feel like but ive gone back and forth several times and settled on detroit and now i cant remember why >:/

#bones talks #writing guides: write what you know! #me who has been to neither city: hmm detroit or chicago? #a major part of the story is that theres regular flights from [home city] to nassau in the bahamas so maybe there was irl flights to/from #DTW - NAS? and not from chicago? #idk #to me theyre like the same thing #sorry midwesterns

[markrosewater]

Well played sir. I just listened to your recent DtW on limited design (which was awesome btw - would love more granular episodes on limited design - maybe a series by colour pairs), and was struck by just how much of what seems fundamental about designing for limited also means you have a lot of knobs to adjust for saying slightly different ratios of different rarities in a pack, if that were to for some reason change. Coincidental timing?

Play design is forcing us to rethink a lot of things about how we think about limited. I'll write about it when we get to Murders at Karlov Manor.

[nice-bright-colors]

Something to make business travel even worse:

A) traveling on a Friday

B) late in the day

C) hoping the lounge at DTW isn’t crowded with all the non-business people

Plus all the anxiety and stress of traveling with another person, not used to traveling.

Plus all that stress and anxiety that normally has the edge taken off at the airport bar (because CMH doesn’t have a fucking lounge)

Plus the reality that the only expenses on this trip will be for alcohol. Since I can’t expense dinner for 4. However, I can write it off as a business expense.

It will be after midnight before we get home. At least there will be an attempt to drink first class out of vodka on the second leg home.

[iguana-braces]

Maverick Release Party

So if it’s true that Maverick comes out on Paramount+ July 11, that’s my day off AND it’s the day before my BIRTHDAY so I will be watching it from sunrise to sundown and I will be online all day. So I’d love to do one of those sleepover/celebration things! (ik Monday is when most people do have jobs, but it’ll be an ALL DAY PARTY HUNY)

Here’s some ideas of ask games I’m down to do! 

- headcanons: send me a character and a scenario/situation and I’ll write how they would react/what they would do (short headcanons)

- FMK: self-explanatory, can be any of the Top Gun characters or ANY character ever created! Or real people too!

- would you rather/this or that:  send me two options and I have to pick one of them

- would you ever write...: send me any scenario and I’ll tell you if I’d be DTW (down to write)

- top 5 lists: ask about anything and I’ll tell you what my top 5 are for it (movies, songs, colors, locations, anything)

- ask about old fics or upcoming works

- song association: send me a character and I’ll make a playlist for them! Again, can be any character from anything ever, although I can’t promise how familiar I’ll be with them 

- or just come vibe with me in my inbox or in messages! 

What would be super cool is if there was some kind of Discord group or Netflix Party thing where we could all watch together and freak out in the chat. Imma pin this post and reblog it closer to the day, as long as this is the actual confirmed date. If it’s released later for some reason, I’ll figure out another time to do it! 

(I’m so sorry about the amount of exclamation marks in this, I am just PSYCHED)

#tina speaks #top gun maverick

[smiledotdeer]

🥺

Send a 🥺 and I will write one thing I like about you/your writing/your blog!

AKARII!! You are so sweet and your art is amazing! I still have the one you sent me in its folder until I can get a frame and put it on the wall! And I adore Dastor so much! He and Cal are incredibly similar in a lot of ways, but also very different in a lot of ways, too! I'll always be DTW (down to write) with you! <3

#becauseisimp #reading you loud and clear (ask) #here comes the sun (ooc post)

[keepcalmandjustships]

I have an idea for a Chainsaw Man x DTW, where Yuu is the Ink Devil (although this part will also be inspired by Bendy and The Ink Machine because I love the game) and just, very randomly, freaks out everyone with their inhumanity AND I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DEVELOP YET SO LITTLE TIME HUWAHHHHHHHHHH

I would look for spare time to write this down. After finishing the next chapter hnnnnnnnn

#twisted wonderland #fanfic #fanfiction #everything is wrong fic #crossover #ideas #random #help #no time for anything #too many ideas #crying shaking sobbing

[gluteusmikeymus]

8.06.2022: So it's 4:22 PM EST and here I am at Tampa Int'l Airport (TPA) for my first of two flights to the DMV. I'll be heading to DTW (Detroit Airport) to catch a connecting flight to Dulles (IAD). ETA to IAD will be at around 10:30pm to 11pm, so I bet I'll be damned tired by the time I hit the sack.

Anyway, I'll be working to update this account cause' I got so much material to post and write.

So anyway, here's some tidbits of my short stay at TPA. Enjoy.

*Top: The automated people mover from main building to Gate E terminals.

*Middle: A freakishly large statue of a flamingo. Very interesting. Kinda makes me glad I am not a fish because that's the last thing I DO NOT want to see.

*Bottom: E67 for my Delta airlines flight (DL2677). People are already coming here but I've been here since 3pm. My flight leaves at 6pm.

#travel #candid #candidcellphonephotography #random

[chef-gil-evans]

Just landed. It's amazing when you are in vibration, what you can accomplish. I have two chaoter of a new book completed. I did ask if the could fly around the block so i could continue writing, but was laughed at. Oh well... (at Detroit Metro Airport (DTW)) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfrq6yru0X4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stormgardenscurse]

pspsps @dumplings0ups

Are you serious...? Leona’s tail flicks in agitation as he watched you slave away at his desk. You’d said something about resting ‘after this task’ about an hour ago when he dozed off to a nap.

But you were still at it, seemingly taken hostage by your work. While Leona wasn’t one to interfere with what you wanted to do, it was pretty clear that both your neck and back were gonna pay for this later if you kept at it.

Sighing, he rolls into a sitting position on his bed and tries grumbling your name, to which you don’t register even through the silence of the room.

“Oi,” in a few strides Leona is leaning over you, a hand on the chair’s headrest. His hair tickling you is the first thing that draws you out of your focused state, to which you almost startle into headbutting him.

“What the-?! Leona you can’t just sneak up on people like that!” You clutched at your chest.

He snorts at your reaction. “Herbivore, literally anyone else would’ve noticed me getting up.” Though your animated reaction at least meant you weren’t a zombified mess yet. “You studied enough, let’s go.”

“Go..?” You echoed as Leona took the pen from your hand and settled it amongst your books. “Where?”

“Bed.” He unceremoniously reveals, pulling you out of the chair. “To sleep.”

“Didn’t you just wake up?!” You were already trapped in his arms once you fell onto the mattress. It was pretty obvious that you weren’t about to escape anytime soon. “You can nap while I work, can’t you?”

“You’ll thank me later.” He mutters, already starting to doze off. “You’re gonna turn into a hunched raccoon if you keep doing that.”

“Leona...” But it was no use, he was already out. You tried to move into a more comfortable position, feeling tiredness fall over you like a heavy blanket.

I guess... A quick rest wouldn’t be so bad... You allowed your eyes to flutter closed. Just a short one...

#leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona x reader #twst leona #dtw imagines #dtw writing #dtw leona #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst writing #twst scenarios #twst drabble #twst x reader #twst reader insert #twst x you #storm writings #blooms #fallen petals

[quillwritten]

Happy WIP Progress Sunday! - @jynecca Is there something you’re particular proud of from this week? Something you’re disappointed with?

Thank you so much for this ask! I’m so sorry I didn’t answer your ask last week that was quite rude of me (the answer to that one was no both last week and this week; I haven’t been writing many humourous moments or characters lately).

Actually writing wise, I’m proud of my response to the prompt for ‘vengeful ghosts’ because it didn’t go anywhere near the way I expected it to and it took some tries but I’m really happy with how it turned out. 

In other news, I had a really good meeting with my dissertation supervisor this week who told me that I’m really close to being finished with the fiction part of the diss and just need very minor edits rather than another redraft. He also said my narrative framing was executed perfectly and I’m still feeling incredibly pleased with myself about that even though this was on Thursday.

I’m disappointed with my work for my other module, for which I’m supposed to be writing an extract from a murder mystery. I love the genre and have read a million and one examples but it is so difficult to write one myself. I think part of it is the style of narration I was attempting so I might just have to try a different style. Writing diary-style seems to be almost as hard as writing the investigation itself.

#jynecca #wip progress sunday #wip progress #ask #vv #dtw #dissertation #murder mystery #if anyone has any advice on how to write a murder mystery please hmu #mistbornvinventure

[tveckling]

242. Starry Night

For Anonymous AO3

Corvo wasn't expecting any company when he came up to the roof. It was a place he usually came to when he wanted to be alone and as far as he was aware no one else knew that the secret passage even existed. But then, the Outsider wasn't any normal person. Of course he knew.

It seemed like the Outsider had sat there for long time when Corvo found him. He was looking at the stars with a faraway expression, one that made something indescribable inside of Corvo ache. It felt strange to say it, even stranger than finding the Outsider there in the first place, but the Outsider looked wistful. It was probably the most human expression Corvo had seen him make, even with all their moments of intimacy. For a moment he thought about leaving and letting the Outsider be with his thoughts, but then he shrugged. If the Outsider didn't want any company he would have gone somewhere even Corvo didn't know of.

Without saying anything Corvo walked over to sit next to the Outsider, keeping barely a breath of air between them. In the time since he had arrived in Dunwall the Outsider had shown a desire for human contact that Corvo hadn't expected, but which had seemed obvious once he thought about it, and Corvo was the one he got the closest too. It had been strange at first, because Corvo was so used to being on his own, unnoticed, but once he had figured out the reason behind the Outsider’s constant presence he couldn't fault him for it. Then, somewhere along the way, Corvo had gotten used to the Outsider’s presence, his closeness, to the point of his absence grating on Corvo’s mind.

It had become normal, somehow, for him to sit so close to the Outsider. That they then had grown even closer, intimate, was just a natural follow. The Outsider’s place at Corvo’s side, and vice versa, was firmly cemented both in and outside of their bedroom.

The Outsider didn't look at him or in any other way acknowledge him when he sat down, so Corvo let the silence settle over them like a comfortable blanket, with only the sounds of the city and the ocean breaking the tranquil peace. Up there, with only the endless sky and the stars watching, with the Outsider a silent companion, he could feel the troubles of the day slowly give way to serenity. He could breathe and not feel his worries, all his plans and fears and misgivings, choke him. Just for a little while he didn't have to feel the weight of Spymaster, could just be Corvo, and not even that if he wanted. He could let it all go, for a little while.

“I can remember the sky from when I was alive.” The Outsider’s quiet voice slipped through the silence, becoming a part of it rather than breaking it. He was still looking up at the sky with an indecipherable expression, his hands resting in his lap. “So much has changed, the world is a completely different place, but the sky is still the same. Though different eyes see different images, for me the sky is an eternal sight, unchanged after thousands of years. I can look up at the stars and see the constellations my father showed me when I was yet a small child, before he died.”

Corvo turned from watching the Outsider to looking into the great expanse above him, lit with uncountable lights. He had rarely heard the Outsider mention his first life, and never anything truly personal. The small admission, the mention of a father, made his heart beat faster in both excitement and nervousness. “Will you tell me about them?”

The Outsider was silent for a moment, then he turned to look at Corvo, and just for a moment he looked like he was going to cry. Then he was facing the stars again, his hand rising to point at specific spots. “That cluster of stars and the two next to them, right there, that is what we called the Guide. Those three stars forming a line next to her hand, there, is the staff she used to divide up the land. And there, to the left, that's the Snake. You see those three stars at the end, they look like an inverted arrowhead, that's its gaping maw, because right next to it is the Rabbit. See, there. The Rabbit is unaware of the Snake, and the Snake is preparing to swallow its prey whole “

Corvo nodded, fascinated and captured by the Outsider’s tales and explanations, as he followed the Outsider’s hand to the various constellations. The distance between them had completely disappeared, Corvo leaning closer to see what the Outsider was looking at and the Outsider leaning closer to show Corvo better, and the Outsider’s breath tickled Corvo’s ear as he spoke. Corvo’s hand lied against the Outsider’s warm thigh, their shoulders and hips pressed together without either of them noticing. It was easy and comfortable and so very intimate.

“There is the Great Desert, full of sand storms that will swallow you whole if you enter it unprepared. I remember other orphans using it to tell scary stories, and though I was older then and pretended to be unaffected they still caused many sleepless nights.” The Outsider chuckled, and Corvo smiled with him. “I suppose it wouldn't surprise you to hear that I also used it as a way of scaring those younger than me.”

“Honestly, no, it doesn't surprise me,” Corvo said with a smile, thinking of the badly concealed glee on the Outsider’s face every time he managed to startle Corvo. Sometimes he wondered if the Outsider even tried to mask it.

The Outsider huffed his amusement and pointed to a new area in the sky. “There, that is-"

Corvo immediately turned his whole focus on the Outsider when his voice broke, finding all joy gone from his lover’s face. Before he could say anything, however, the Outsider continued speaking, in a dull voice.

“That's the Whale. You see the eye, that big star there. The Whale, the Leviathan. It's the only constellation that has remained during these four thousand years.” The Outsider lowered his hand and stared up at the gathering of stars, his face again indecipherable. “The constellation was discovered, or created the year I was born. It alerted the Eyeless, spoke of the need for a new vessel for the Void. It alerted them of me. It has been here since the day I took breath, and stayed as I was held in the Void’s deep. I wonder, will it disappear once I die? For good, this time.”

Corvo frowned, hesitating over what to do or say. He didn't like the darkness that had crept into the Outsider’s voice, but he couldn't think of anything to say to lessen it. Of the two the Outsider was the talkative one, knowing what to say and when, not Corvo. Actions had always been his forte.

So before the Outsider could spend more time on dark thoughts Corvo wrapped his arm around his shoulders and pressed his lips against the Outsider’s temple. “That won't happen for a long time, and when it does, will it actually matter? Since you'll be dead.”

The Outsider turned his face into Corvo’s shoulder and laughed, a hand settling on the back of Corvo’s neck. “I suppose you're right, my dear Corvo. It is that easy, isn't it?”

“Yes, it is.” Corvo held the Outsider closer, stroking his hair. “We’ll have many nights to discuss disappearing stars. For now it's enough to know that they are there now, don't you think?”

“Perhaps.”

The Outsider didn't sound convinced, but he didn't protest or move away. He also didn't speak, so Corvo took it as a sign that the impromptu constellation history lesson was over. The night was still young, and Corvo was content to stay where he was, so he continued to hold the Outsider while looking out over the city, under the watchful eyes of thousands and thousands of stars.

#my writing #corvosider #corvo attano #the outsider #dishonored #fuck yeah i finally wrote this one #it's an old dtw prompt sorry Nonny if you're still here

[faraway5251]

Also, is it awkward that I almost didn’t want to claim that I’m from Michigan in this chapter because this state is a shit show at the moment? 

#Kate Liveblogs Writing #Flying out of DTW in this chapter so I keep going back and forth on leaving it in...

[nice-bright-colors]

I have come the unfortunate conclusion that,

The 3:30 am alarm tomorrow morning is going to suck dirty asshole. I still need to pack, write in my journal, probably take a shower, and maybe have some of my blood pressure reducing tea.

Even worse, I can’t really drink 5 Cape Codders between here and DTW because a) The Wife will be seated next to me and b) the flight leaves at 6 something in the morning. Nor can I put away another belt of vodka in the Sky Club because a) she’ll be there and b) we only have about an hour.

Plus we’re going to see some old friends, and he has recently gotten sober. So yeah.

In a final ‘fuck you’ to me…I can’t really drink like I would coming home because after we land and 11:30 pm. We have another 30 min drive home.

So yeah. This trip isn’t going to be the same. Maybe that’s a good thing? Maybe I can get the Flight Attendant to give me “water of life” on the rocks, with a side of cranberry?

[secretlynestaarcheron]

Angstmas Day Four 

Nessian AU // Hardest goodbye 

Nesta looks up at the phone that she propped up on her desk chair against three textbooks. She was sitting on the floor with her clothes sprawled around her. She scowls at the screen, “Stop laughing, its not funny,” she snaps, her scowl turning into a frown as she looks at the half packed suitcase. 

“It’s kind of funny,” Cassian replies, he had his phone propped up on the counter as she stood over his stove where he was finishing up making dinner for himself. “Why do you always wait until the night before you leave to pack?” 

Nesta groans, “Because I am a procrastinator and I don’t want to think about having to put all of this back. Why don’t you come visit me, huh?” she mutters, throwing a tee shirt into the suitcase and then pulling it out again. “What are we doing again?” 

Cassian stops stirring his food to look at her. “You’re coming for three days, we aren’t going to do anything,” he retorts. 

She runs a hand through her hair. “But what if we decide to go on a hike? Or swim? Or you get invited to a gala?” she questions. “I need to be prepared. You know I don’t like feeling not prepared.” 

He laughs. “Bring normal clothes and if any of that happens I will take you to a store and buy you what you need, but I doubt I will suddenly have the urge to swim or hike in winter or be invited to a gala,” he replies, pausing as he rubs his chin, “But uh-, I was planning a nice dinner for Saturday if you want to bring nice warm outfit.” 

“You can’t tell me that! I have six hours until my flight and I still need to sleep! Now I have to plan an outfit? It's fine, It’s fine, everything is fine, I’ll just bring a few different options,” Nesta replies with a wave of her hand as she gets to work. Cassian sets up his phone on the table as he eats his dinner making small talk as she finishes up packing. 

Nesta zips it shut and looks back at the phone. “Two hours, I’ll be at the airport! Three hours I will be on the plane! Seven hours, I’ll be with you!” she exclaims. 

Cassian smiles, “Remember to send me your flight information before you crash,” he says. 

“You know me so well,” she smiles. “I love you.” 

“Love you too,” he responds. “Can’t wait to see you.” 

The screen goes black after she blows him a kiss, she types in the information quickly and hits send before falling asleep on the floor. She had forty-five minutes to sleep before she had to get up and start heading towards the airport. 

She sits in the seat, watching the line of people walk by, she takes a picture of herself looking out the plane window and sends it to Cassian with the caption: Can’t wait to see my boo, bet he’s looking PLANE sexy rn. 

I literally hate you, get off the plane, go home. I am not picking you up. Cassian texts back almost immediately. 

What qualifications do I need to be your frequent flyer member? She pipes back, chuckling into the sleeve of the sweatshirt she was wearing which she may or may not have stolen last time she went to visit him.

She watches the three dots disappear and then his text pop up. You’re cringy. 

I bet I need a sophisticated navigation system to navigate myself to your heart. She texts back. She sends another one just as fast, I have turbulence in my heart everytime I look at you (uwu face). 

No (red heart) He replies quickly. Where are you finding these? Do you just have a file in your brain of cheesy plane pick up lines? 

If you wanna be a pilot, babe, I’ll teach you how to press all the right buttons. She replies. 

She watches as the flight attendants begin closing all the overhead luggage and telling everyone to shut off their phones. She looks down to see a new message from Cassian. Are you checked luggage? Because I’d wait an eternity for you. 

She bites back a smile. She really loved that boy. My flight is taking off. See you soon! She pauses, her fingers hovering over the buttons. Something inside of her told her she should write more, to tell him how she really felt about him. She quickly types a message, clicking send, as she puts her phone into airplane mood. 

Cassian POV

Cassian sits in the galley watching his friend and fellow lieutenant Rhysand tell a story animatedly to Azriel and Amren. “Earth to Cas,” Rhysand says, shoving his friend until Cassian looks up at him. “Did you hear anything I said? I just told a wicked story about how Tamlin got what was coming to him.” 

Azriel chuckles from where he was sitting across from Cassian, he smiled smugly at him as he explains, “His girl is coming to town tonight, he’s probably tracking her right now. How far away?” Azriel raises an eyebrow expectantly. 

“Two hours,” Cassian mumbles under his breath but loud enough that Rhysand and Azriel start whooping and Amren rolls her eyes at the scene. “I haven’t seen her in six months and it was only for a night, before that it was a year. Forgive me for being excited.” 

Rhysand snickers, “Whipped,” he says through coughs. 

“Who’s whipped?” Mor asks as she falls into the seat beside Cassian. Rhysand chuckles as he says, “Cassian. He’s a in loveee with Nesta Archeron.” Cassian reaches over and smacks Rhysand in the back of the head. 

“I think it’s sweet, at least he had a girlfriend unlike the rest of you,” she snaps back, pulling her phone out of her pocket as she leans back. “Oh my god,” she explains. “Have you guys seen what's trending? Apparently there was a massive crash a couple miles away from DTW.” 

Cassian’s world froze in place. Everyone around him was a blur. Azriel was saying something to him. Mor was showing Amren pictures. Rhysand was already running up to the front to have them change one of the TVs to the local new station. 

“ALL 112 ABROAD FLIGHT 3529 DIE IN ENGINE FAILURE”

Cassian hands shake, as Mor grips his shoulder turning him towards her. “Where was she coming from?” she asks. He doesn’t remember saying anything, only his mouth moving, and the fear in her eyes as she looks back up at the TV. 

“There had to be tons of planes going from BOS to DTW, do you have her plane information?” Azriel asks, standing in between Cassian and the TV. The TV that showed a plane that was so destroyed you wouldn’t have even known what it was. The fire blurred in his vision, if she hadn’t died in the crash then she definitely-, Azriel shakes him. “Listen to me, we don’t know that’s the plane she was on. Do you have her confirmation?” 

Cassian swallows, tuning away from the blinding lights of the fire and the haunting memory of what she had possibly one through to pull up his phone. A text from her blinked back at him. She texted him, she was ok. He quickly typed in hsi password the text standing out to him. You’re my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye. I love you millions, Cassian.  

It had been sent three hours ago. She had sent it before she even left. How did he not see it? Why had she sent it? It’s like she had known this would have happened. He scrolls up to their messages from the night before and the screen shot of her ticket. He looks around until his eyes fall on the flight. The numbers 3529 blink back at him. 

He hands his phone to Azriel who scans the photo as well, his hopefully expression falling as he slides the phone towards Rhysand and Mor before pulling Cassian into a tight hug. How had she known that he would have to go through the hardest goodbye of his life? How had she known the impact of her words based on the weight on his shoulders. 

Was she scared? Did she know she was going to die? Was it quick? The thoughts ran through his head. Even his friends who swarmed around him couldn’t pull him from the tides that ripped through his mind. Nesta Archeron was gone. He would no longer see her bright smile, laugh at one of her cheesy pickup lines, or run a hand through her soft curls. 

He would never see the determination that shone bright in her eyes, or the curiosity or the passion when she was discussing a book she had read recently. How she mumbled in her sleep or how she had to be touching him when they slept. 

How her eyes lit up when he asked if she wanted to get coffee before they started their day or watching her favorite movie. How her lips were curved when she was hiding something that usually ended up with her dragging him through an animal shelter to play with cats or a weekend road trip that ended with a airbnb treehouse stay. 

He would never see her sing into her hairbrush again after she showered and was wearing one of his sweatshirts. He would never see rub the sleep from her eyes as he brought her breakfast in bed. 

She was his hardest goodbye.

#angstmas #angstmas 2020 #kinda short #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #nessian headcanon #nesta acheron #nessian #nesta #cassian #acotar #acotar fanficition

[jungledubs-archive]

i need to, like... make a comprehensive dtws document at some point because Oh Boy

there’s so much that hasn’t been talked about outside of discord and with transference and golden i should not take on dtws as a full fic so there will only be the occasional snippet-

with that being said! y’all are more than welcome to make your own versions of the dtws au and i would be delighted to see them, and also writing/drawing your own interpretations of the plot points/scenes is very much encouraged. i am always available to infodump about plot and dynamics and stuff if y’all want more details, too!

even though i had the idea ‘first’ and i’ve made the ‘canon’ for dtws, demon!scar is just a concept, and i’m not going to gatekeep an idea. so don’t worry about stepping on my toes. go nuts. make him eviller, make him nicer, have him turn on grian, GO WILD!!

i guess i just wanted to say that even though i talk a lot about dtws being mine, and demontimes being my man, the concept belongs to everyone! i just like seeing what other people do with it as well as the fanworks for my version of the idea. they’re both awesome. y’all are awesome.

i just don’t want anybody to think that i’ll get mad or whatever if they use demontimes or make a similar au. NO I WILL LOVE AND SUPPORT ALL DEMON!SCAR CONTENT because i love him,, and every possible version of him

anyway, thanks for liking dtws so much <3 it makes me very happy!

#/nbh /lh /gen #slime speaks #demontimeswithscar #goodtimeswithscar #i’ve seen this happen with other people who have an idea ‘first’ and i just want to assure everyone #i am 100% cool with anything y’all want to do with dtws #i was just. worried.