#fall ask game

[omg-just-peachy]

1,8,10,12,20?

1. the best way to spend a rainy day

oooo the perfect rainy day is a weekend day when i have exactly no plans, but i do have an iced coffee, a blanket, and a book 😌 😍

8. favorite autumn scents

Truly apple ANYTHING: candles, hot apple cider, apple pie, everything. Also the candle "leaves" from bath and body works!

10. favorite color foliage?

Ahhh trees that have turned fully red always look just magical to me <3

12. what's on your autumn bucket list?

Honestly a big one this year was decorating my house for fall/halloween for the first time, because this is the first year i've had a whole house TO decorate. but i did that in early september and it's so cozy in here, i love it!

i also cannot wait to go pumpkin/apple picking since i haven't done that in two years because of the pandemic, and last year house hunting! and some of my friends and i going to a haunted paintball night in a couple weeks that i think will be fun and not TOO haunted lol

20. rank the seasons from best to worst

SUMMER! then fall then spring then winter

#ty for sending some friend! <3 #fall ask game

[authorlaurawinter]

🎃

eeeeeeee thank youu

🎃 pumpkin: do you have any favorite brainstorming techniques? how do you like to gather ideas for your wip?

So, my writing kind of happens like scenes of a movie playing out in my head. When I'm stuck on a scene or not sure where to go, I basically just sit and daydream different ways for it to play out. It's kind of like being in the character's head and fully immersing myself. While I have directions and scenes I'd like to happen because I have the plot line figured out, the stuff in between is all dictated by my characters (ie. the Crystal Desert scene where Oni jokes that Brela is his betrothed was 100% decided as I wrote the line and the rest of the happenings sort of tumbled out easily and not planned (I knew Brela had spent time in the desert with the sprites, but didn't know how she'd become his betrothed or how she downed the vaarasuxa)).

all to say, my brainstorming = daydreaming and playing around

and because my stories are character driven like that, I typically have a loose plot and let the characters take it away. gathering ideas is sometimes a mix of what I'm reading (basically smashing 4-5 books and their scenes together and doing something completely different based on how my characters might respond in those situations), a mix of some of my brainstorming ideas that didn't pan out or went in a tangent that would work later, and a lot of "what would this character not want to happen" and making that happen.

#fall ask game #writeblr

[blazewatergem]

👻 & 🌙 for the fall ask game pls :3

Sure can! So, I’m heavily falling back into BNHA/MHA and thus a new idea spawned from the ashes of an old one. Dancing in the Dark will be an analyst Izuku/Vigilante Izuku fanfic, with a few OC’s I’m excited to introduce! (Like always 😆) It’s mostly crackish, as I’m mostly writing for vibes and have no idea if I plan to stick to a mildly canon timeline or just. Off the rails we go haha.

Something I want to write in the future, hmm…I think I want to do something in the “Rising of the Shield Hero” fandom? But I haven’t a grasp yet on how that fandom feels about OCs…or shipping canon characters with OCs…so very vague ideas there at the moment.

There’s also an original idea I want to do - a few of them. One is I want to write a bunch of “Where Were You” fics for The Lost City cast. I want to write where exactly they were when the apocalypse came to a head, like where Dr. Ender was or what Erik was doing. There’s also a Surefire Camp snippet for Halloween I want to finish up, it’s almost done but needs fine tuning. And I really want to do some worldbuilding for the other universes I’ve made - ahhh! I’m swamped!! 😂 😅 What a pleasant problem to have lmao

👀 I mean, if you’re asking…

Because I plan on going all in, I’m gonna put a “Read More” in case no one wants spoilers for these certain OCs such as: Dr. Ender(The Lost City), Victoria(The Lost City), Cleona(Surefire Camp), Althea(Cloaks in the Wind), and finally — Midoriya Jinx(Heiress)

Still here? Awesome! Let’s get started.

Dr. Ender: Ender actually never got their doctorate, like, they’re not currently supposed to be a doctor. What happened was, while working alongside their father on the front lines of the Mutant Virus, they ended up witnessing more than they should. After seeing their father experiment on countless infected, and the death of one they bonded with closely, they decided to leave. After setting the base on fire and running for it. Surprisingly, they’re more determined to keep the whole “Not Completing Classes” quiet than the other half!

Victoria: Victoria is one of the few humans who never gained a Mutation, so she decided to force one. She’s been experimenting on herself using the poisons she creates, and it’s actually showing. Her hair has gone white and brittle, she’s pale as a ghost, and constantly wears gloves now to cover marks. This is more of an open secret, as the others are trying to help her, but they don’t realize just how far she’s gone to try - after being seduced by a enemy soldier, she sold out Ricky to Gillihead, got him kidnapped, and is still keeping quiet about this. Nobody knows she had a hand in the event that, in the story, ends Arc One and really starts the action.

Cleona: Before Cleona came into the care of Phil and The Marksman at Surefire Camp, she was found in a barn - outside, three corpses. Two of the bodies were killed in a gunfight, but the last one was found holding a gun and appearing to be mauled to death. It’s assumed the two shot were her parents, but it’s unclear who the third was. Cleona has never told the others this, but she hates living deep in the woods because of this. She can hear gunshots of hunters, and it still scares her.

Althea: Before the events of Cloaks in the Wind, Althea was actually a really brutal person! Her magic was dangerous, and she was almost addicted to the feeling of it. It’s why she was worried about teaching Izuku hostile magic, and why she was so relieved he didn’t want that. She knows first hand how it can change someone, and now she is doing her best to stick to a vow of pacifism moving forward.

Midoriya Jinx: Technically not as bad, but Jinx has two big secrets she’s keeping from Izuku. One: The reason she won’t come home. He has a feeling it involves their mother, but has no idea how badly. On Jinx’s 16th birthday her Quirk(All for One) came in and made Inko push her away. Inko was very against Jinx’s previous “choices”(Critical of heroes, standing out, being as bold and loud as she could) but the final straw was having her father’s Quirk. It ended in a blowout fight that led to Jinx leaving and never properly coming back. Jinx knows Inko loves Izuku, and doesn’t want to damage their relationship. The second secret is her job: she fights in underground Quirk rings, and even takes the Quirks of her opponents. For obvious reasons, this is highly illegal.

#talking fire #fall ask game #thank you for asking!! #these were fun to fill out and answer haha #hope I did alright ^0^

[blackberries45]

oooo 🥧🎲👹 for the autumn asks? ✨️💚✨️

Uuuhhhhh.... I just spent like 20 minutes answering this and now it's no where to be found! Sooo that's weird lol but ok. Thank you so much for asking and I'll try this again 🤗💕

🥧 I'd make a Napoleon. They are a flaky layered wonderment of pastry and cream, sometimes jam, with a chocolaty top. Would love to have one in France someday.

🎲 I recently bought this monster game because I loved the artwork and it said 2 or more players. Sadly its alittle too complicated for just 2 but still lovely

👹 Dracula. Just always goes back to him. I do also have a soft spot for his brides

The good part of this disappearing is that I word vomited less 😂 thank you so much for asking!!!

#ask game #fall ask game #thank you

[wingofshadow]

full moon— what is your favorite candy? why?

october— what is your favorite autumn-themed scent, if any? e.g.) marshmallows, pumpkin spice, ect.

Oooh thanks for the ask @stardustbee 🥰

Full moon—this one is so hard ughhhh

A candy I consistently enjoy is Junior Mints, probably followed closely by Tootsie Pops. I’ve also been on a Take 5 kick recently (my husband’s favorite).

October—I would have to say maple, and pine (because I feel like it’s a scent for late fall into winter). I am not a pumpkin spice fan AT ALL haha, and I actually have yet to have any sort of pumpkin spice drink in my life lol. But maple is a scent/flavor I’ve loved since I was little. And pine, spruce or anything in that family of scents always makes me feel incredibly happy and cozy.

#fall asks #fall vibes #autumn #fall ask game

[buggiebite]

Long Day at School

Daddy! Peeta makes my heart melt. Figured everyone needed some of him to withstand the winter.

#dad bod! Peeta does things to me that I can’t explain on tumblr sorry #bc you can’t tell me after 20 years he doesn’t look like a dad #he’s in his 40s let him eat cheese buns and complain about his back hurting #and I just know the toast babies would hang on him and want to be held constantly #he’d want to hold them constantly #que walking into the bakery and he’s got both kids on his hips and he asks how he can help you #but my personal little heacannon for this pic #the school and bakery aren’t too far apart so he picks up the kids if Katniss can’t (she’s hunting #and he picks them up after letting them play with their friends for a few minutes #in this pic toastbaby girl is probably 5ish and toastbaby boy is a baby so he wouldn’t be in school yet #I headcannon the siblings are 3ish years apart #but Peeta picks up his little girl from school and she’s not chattering about her day like usual #she falls asleep on his shoulder before they even leave town #her name is Willow #but he calls her so many endearing names #buggiebite #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #everlark #fanart #peeta mellark #thg #katniss everdeen fanart #district 12 #katniss mellark #katniss and peeta #toastbaby girl #toastbaby

[hannahmanderr]

for your consideration: 17 with gray ghost

~ 17. kisses as a promise

"and i won't let you fall i won't let you go"

This song just gives me such Gray Ghost vibes and I'm here for it

~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a drabble or draw a sketch!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #gray ghost #dp fanart #anonymous #ask game #ask hannah #listen okay im a sucker for characters falling with each other bc they just trust each other like that #ESPECIALLY WHEN ITS GRAY GHSOT #FSDHKJLDFSJ #anyway im normal i prommy #thanks for the ask!!

[try-set-me-on-fire]

I have been crying on and off about that Tommy MCD fic idea since you posted about it. The way you write emotional devastation is soooo good. It always punches me in the gut.

Thank you thank you here’s some more of it… using this as my fuck it Friday post, thanks for the tag @eddiebabygirldiaz, tagging @colonoscopys @homerforsure @chronicowboy @shitouttabuck @bigfootsmom @daffi-990 @butchdiaz @ anyone else who has stuff they want to share!

Going to put a lot of this under a cut because one its long two it’s a major character death au and there’s a bit about past contemplation of suicide. But it’s kind of happy generally I swear! This is Buck and Eddie getting together sort of!

For more of this au I’ve been tagging it ‘the seconds ticking killed us all a million years before the fall’ (lyrics from standing outside a broken phone booth with money in my hand)

I’ve hated and thought this scene was pretty good in turns over the last few hours so whatever here you go!

Eddie thinks the creaking on the front porch might be a raccoon, at first. It’s light, comes and goes for several minutes. He should probably go shoo it away, but it’s two am and he’s sore all over and can’t be damned. He’s settling further into the couch and his various ice packs when the raccoon knocks. Hesitant, hesitant, loud, loud, louder. Eddie stands up with only a slight groan, ice packs flopping all over the place, and goes to the door.

Buck stands on the other side of it.

If Eddie hadn’t been so exhausted yet in too much pain to fall asleep, he thinks he might have expected this. If he was a little more exhausted, a little more hurt, he might have admitted to hoping for it. As it is, all he can do for a moment is blink at the apparition before him. Buck is pale, wild eyed, looking somehow thinner than when they’d last seen each other not that many hours ago. His hands come up to hover near Eddie’s shoulders as Eddie is also reaching out, so he ends up with his fingers colliding into an awkward fist against Buck’s elbow.

“Eddie.” He sounds wrecked. “I’m- I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s alright,” Eddie says, soft, shaking his head. “I’m okay, Buck. I’m still okay. Like I promised.”

Buck makes a terrible little noise and steps backward, and again, off the porch. Eddie follows, hands out, trying to make sure he won’t trip. “Eddie,” he says again, “Eddie.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie says, keeping his voice low, calming, less likely to wake any neighbors. “Buck, it’s okay. Do you want to come inside?”

Buck looks up behind Eddie, where the door is wide open. Light spills through, shining in his eyes, in the unshed tears there. “I don’t want to… waste… any time I have.”

“What-”

Buck kisses him. The sound Eddie makes is more frightened than anything, even as his arms come up around Buck, to hold him close, to hold him up. It’s not- it’s wet, and Buck’s fingers almost hurt where they’re dug into the sides of Eddie’s head. Their faces are pressed too hard together, noses crushed into cheeks. Their lips are barely even aligned. Buck gasps a hitching breath into his mouth and Eddie pulls back. Not away, just enough to speak.

“Come inside,” he pleads. “Buck, come inside, just- please, come inside.”

Buck doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t give him an inch, but lets Eddie pull him into the house. Eddie’s not sure how he manages not to trip going blind and backwards, but they make it through the door, down the hall, to the living room. Eddie’s not even sure if he’d count what’s happening as kissing, but Buck’s mouth presses into his over and over as they go.

“It’s okay,” Eddie says, between the moments of contact. “It’s okay,” he says as he kicks a shoe or something out of their path, “It’s okay,” as sits back down on the couch. Buck climbs on top of him immediately, and Eddie hopes the combined weight of them doesn’t pop the ice pack that ended up crushed under his thigh. It is kissing, now, the desperate kind of making out Eddie remembers with Shannon in the day or two on either side of his deployments. Eddie slides his hands to rest firm against Buck’s lower back to anchor him — or maybe both of them — and follows Buck’s lead as their lips slide together, as Buck gets his mouth open and chases his tongue, as they gasp raggedly for air without ever breaking apart. He’s not sure, but he thinks Buck is crying. Eddie isn’t, barely. Buck needs someone solid right now, someone who will let him take what he needs and be okay if this is it, if this is the only time they have this. Because Eddie’s not fooling himself. He laid there at the bottom of that pit under all that rubble and heard Buck’s scream, first wordless, and then Tommy, and then Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He knows that this might all be too much, too soon, too mixed up, and if Buck pulls away from this kiss and never comes in for another one that’s okay. He wishes, maybe, that it could have happened different. He wishes Buck had been smiling, and it had been gentler, on a bright afternoon, on a good day. But it’s okay.

It goes until Buck’s elbow catches a bruise and Eddie can’t stop a small, pained sound from getting out. Buck jerks back like he touched a hot stove, eyes open to near circles as he looks Eddie all over. Eddie knows it's sort of a rough picture, all purple and blue and a fresh line of stitches cutting a half moon around his temple from forehead to just under his mole. Buck’s fingers come up to trace it, not quite touching the skin. Just the shape, in the air.

“S-sorry,” he whispers. “I’m so- I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie says again. He wipes a thumb under Buck’s eye, though it doesn’t do much to clear away the still falling tears. Buck leans into the touch, though, and then in further, head cradling against Eddie’s shoulder as he slides half off him onto the couch. Eddie slides his fingers into Buck’s hair, wraps his other arm around him as Buck coughs muffled little sobs into his t-shirt.

“S-sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Buck.” His hair feels a little limp, greasy. Eddie wonders if he went home at all, took a shower, ate. His own fridge is kind of dire — he was planning on going to the grocery store after work until a building collapsed on him — but he could probably scrounge up something. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I scared you.”

Buck scoffs a single, wet laugh. “No,” he says, voice thin, scrubbing at his face as he sits more upright. “It’s not- you didn’t do it on purpose. That’s the job, right?”

The job that killed your husband. Why would you want to do this a second time? I care for you so much and I’m so sorry you reciprocate. “Yeah. Still.”

Buck inhales and exhales, shaky, and nods in thanks. He makes a face and pulls another ice pack out from under him. It’s all floppy now, probably too warm to be effective. “God. Let me…” He stands, gathering up all the ice packs he can see and heading towards the kitchen.

“You don’t have to-”

“I’ll be just a minute.”

Eddie sighs, leaning back into the couch and listening to the freezer door open and its contents get shuffled around. The soft hiss of it shutting, Buck’s footsteps, Buck in the doorway sheepishly holding an armful of frozen vegetables. Eddie arranges peas and carrots over the worst sore spots as Buck sits back down beside him.

“Did you take anything?”

“Yeah, just before you got here.” Extra strength ibuprofen, so he won’t be good to take anything else until morning. Wasn’t going to be a problem when he thought he was just going to sleep, though he wishes he’d taken a smaller dose now so he could spread them out, time it better to however long they’ll be talking here.

“Good.” Buck sighs, looking at him with furrowed brows. “Sorry I… I didn’t mean to be so dramatic, coming here.”

Eddie laughs, startled and genuine. “It’s, uh, been a dramatic day.”

Buck hums agreement, a tired and beautiful smile pulling at his lips. He flops his head sideways onto the couch. “I kind of had a… an idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. Of what I was going to say. Because…” he searches Eddie's face. “I'm not- I'm not making it up, right? There's something here? You feel it too?”

Eddie can barely breathe. “Yeah, I- it's not just you. But- Buck, I understand why you wouldn't want to do this, why you wouldn't want to take the risk. I- I have feelings for you,” it feels like a childish way to say it even as the words leave his mouth, “But I… you're my friend. I think you're my best friend. And I am truly fine with that. You don’t have to… it’s okay.”

That smile. “That’s the thing. That’s what I’ve been thinking about. N-not just today. Though, I guess- you scaring the shit out of me made it more- more real.” He chews at his lip for a moment. “I… spend a lot of time wishing… that I had more of it, with Tommy. That we had longer together. Or at least that I- that I’d made sure every minute counted, you know? B-but I think maybe I did? I loved him so much and we- it was good, what we had. Just because it ended, that doesn’t mean the rest wasn’t worth it. I’d love him again, knowing what was coming. And, so…” he takes a deep breath. “So I’ve been thinking that… even if I… even if something bad could happen- I don’t want that to stop me from having something good, now.”

“Buck-”

“Hold on,” Buck says, a hand up, a wry smile. “I have a part two.”

“Okay.” Eddie’s turned towards him without really noticing, both of them sitting one leg folded up on the couch so their knees touch.

“I’m not… going to stop loving Tommy. And I’m, uh- kind of a fucking mess, as I just demonstrated. I don’t- know that I’m- going to be any less messy any time soon.” There’s a furrow in his brows that Eddie wants to smooth out. “I don’t know that starting something would be fair to you.”

“I-”

“You’re a very kind man, Eddie.” Buck says it very softly, and one of his hands comes to rest so gently on Eddie’s leg. “I think you’d let me fall apart here forever, but I want- I want you to really think if it’s worth it-”

“Buck.” Eddie’s voice is sharp enough that Buck blinks several times, quick. “Don’t- you’re worth it. Your pain isn’t- it’s not some kind of chore to me. I haven’t been just- hanging around, waiting until you’re a fun guy. I like you, Buck, right now, not- not some other perfectly okay version of you.”

Buck’s fingers twitch against Eddie’s thigh. “You’re a very kind man,” he repeats.

“I don’t even know if that’s true,” Eddie sighs, the material of the couch soft where he rests his cheek against it. “I just…” He thinks back to that first day Buck showed up at the station, and then to every day after that. “I think I always just wanted… to make your life easier.”

“Oh.” Buck shuts his eyes, whistles a breath through his nose. “You- you do. You do, Eddie.”

They’re quiet, at an impasse. The whole world is quiet, here at nearing 3 am with all the colors purple dark outside of this lamp lit room. Eddie can hear crickets and frogs if he listens hard enough. “Tommy was my friend. I’ve felt… guilty.”

Buck opens his eyes again. “For liking me?”

Eddie smiles a little at the phrasing — Sophia’s 8th grade voice saying like-like in his head — and nods. “It feels… disrespectful. He loved you so much, I don’t- I don’t know how he’d feel about it.”

Buck scratches a nail absently against the fabric of Eddie’s sweatpants. “We talked about it, a little.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. The jobs we have, you know? It’s not like- it’s not like we never got hurt, never thought about what would happen if one of us…” Buck shrugs, and his smile aches this time. “I told him if I died he had to be sad forever, only love me the rest of his life.”

Eddie laughs. “Mm. Reasonable ask.”

Buck nods, smile getting bigger, almost a grin. “I didn’t mean it, but… You know, I think he would have. He was teasing when he promised, but… he was serious, too, I think.” He sighs. “He told me he was scared I wouldn’t let anyone love me. He said I-” Buck’s voice cracks badly enough he has to wait a few moments to continue. “I’m too easy to love. I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t go without it.”

Eddie feels a little wide eyed. “That’s…”

“Isn’t that just annoyingly romantic?” Buck laughs, wiping his eyes. “Reasonable ask. Jesus.” He scrubs harder. “I think he… he wanted to make my life easier, too. You’re… you’re so alike, sometimes.” He winces. “No, that’s- I don’t mean- that’s not why I-”

“No, it’s… I know you’re not trying to replace him.” It’s not like he hasn’t had the thought, himself. He and Tommy got on so well in part because they were alike. Shared hobbies, both army, both carrying around a complicated relationship with their families and their sexuality. But they’re their own people. And- “I wouldn’t want to… try to be that, for you.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to.”

There’s another quiet minute. Hesitantly, Eddie rests his hand palm up next to Buck’s. Buck slides their fingers together, and they fit as well as any hands do. “So… what do you want to do? What do you want to happen?”

Buck squeezes. “I… I’m not sure.”

Eddie nods. “Has there… am I the first person? After?”

Buck’s eyes get a little calculating, like he’s not sure he should say whatever comes next. “I hooked up with a girl, a few months in, uh, a little before I came to the 118. In a bar somewhere, I don’t even remember… And then I went home and, uh-” he winces, glances to the side. “I almost killed myself.”

“Buck-” Jesus, jesus-

“No, no-” Buck squeezes tighter, sits up a little straighter. “I didn’t. I didn’t and I wouldn’t. I- I’m safe, I promise, Eddie. It wasn’t- it wasn’t even actually an attempt, I just… thought about it.” He swallows. “It was close, I guess.”

Eddie’s clinging more than holding his hand. “Buck- if- I don’t want to-”

“No,” Buck shakes his head, firm. “I didn’t tell you because I- I thought if we-” his other hand wraps around the two of theirs. “I don’t want you to think if we move forward you’re putting me in danger. You’re not. I- I wasn’t doing well back then, it was hardly even about- it was a lot of things. I’m going to be okay, I swear.”

“If- If you’re ever not-” words feel like physical objects in Eddie’s throat, choking and uncomfortable. “Promise me you’ll tell someone, Buck. It- it doesn’t have to be me, just- promise me.”

“I promise,” Buck says, solemn, serious. His thumb rubs gently at the back of Eddie’s hand. “I’m sorry, I- I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“No,” Eddie disagrees immediately. “It’s… I asked. I want to know. I-” they complete another loop on this circle of a conversation. “I told you, your pain isn’t a chore. You don’t need to hide anything from me.”

“Right,” Buck sighs.

“Buck.”

“No, I-” Buck laughs a little at Eddie’s admonishing tone. “That was a right, I understand, not a yeah, right. I just-” he takes a hand away from the tangle they’ve got going and runs it through his hair. “God, I’m tired.”

Eddie nods. He’s exhausted, down in his bones. “Okay. I’ve got two things to say that don’t really go together, this time.”

“Okay,” Buck smiles at him, eyes crunched up and fond. “Hit me.”

“First, I think…” Eddie sits up straighter, too, takes a deep breath. “I like you, Buck. I- care for you. I- I-” Truth has to go both ways. Fuck it. “I’m in love with you. You should probably know that.”

Buck nods, eyes wet again. “Okay.”

“But I think if we… If you want to try being together, we should take it slow, and if you need to back out, that's okay. You’re my friend, and I swear to you that’s more important to me than anything else. So… So we have to just keep being honest with each other, even if it might hurt.”

“Alright,” Buck nods again, wiping his eyes. He manages a smile. “Was that the second thing, or…”

Eddie shakes his head, lips quirking up. “No. The second thing is, you wanna come sleep with me?”

Buck throws his head back laughing, almost losing balance where he sits. Eddie grabs his elbow to make sure he won’t fall over. “Eddie-”

“It’s late,” Eddie explains, not bothering to keep the adoration out of his voice now that he doesn’t really have to. “You shouldn’t drive home, my bed’s more comfortable than the couch.”

Buck laughs again, resting his elbow on the couch and his chin on his hand. He looks at Eddie, and Eddie thinks there’s plenty of adoration in that gaze, too. He shakes his head, though. “I think I’ll still take the couch tonight, if that’s okay.”

“Of course it is.”

Buck raises their still clasped hands and kisses Eddie’s knuckles, holding his smile pressed into the skin there for a few moments. “And in the morning we can start to… figure out the rest of it?”

“Yeah,” Eddie whispers. Smiles once, twice. “See you then. Looking forward to it.”

Buck ducks his head, though his smile is still visible. “Yeah. Me too. Go- get some sleep, Eddie. I’ll-” he laughs, looking around them. “I’ll put away your peas.”

“Oh,” Eddie lifts up a bag of mushy vegetables. “No, I can do it, don’t worry about it.”

“Eddie.” Buck stands, gently taking the bag, and hesitating only a moment before he bends down and carefully kisses his cheek. From only a few inches away, eyes soft and close and blue, he says “I want to make your life easier, too.”

Eddie swallows hard, rests his hand against Buck’s cheek for just a second, and nods, momentarily incapable of words. Buck is halfway to the kitchen when he manages to say “Goodnight, Buck.”

Buck turns in the doorway. Smiles. “Goodnight, Eddie. See you in the morning.”

#tag games #fuck it friday #the seconds ticking killed us all a million years before the fall #asked and answered #my writing #major character death #mcd

[mickittotheman]

16 for the kiss meme if you feel inspired? 👀💖

Of course!

16. ...lazily

Mickey wakes with a soft little snuffling sound, his cheek rubbing against the pillow, his grip tightening on Ian’s bicep.

Ian’s breath hitches. The sappy smile on his lips stretches wider.

Gone are the days when Mickey would wake with a jolt, with a kick and a curse and a wild, haunted look in his eyes. The transition from rest to ready used to be so sudden and jarring and violent.

Now, Ian can barely even tell when it’s happening. Is only able to notice because he pays very close attention to the cadence of Mickey’s breaths.

Mickey cracks an eye open. Glares at Ian sleepily. 

“Fucking creep.”

Ian laughs softly. Brings a hand up to smooth over Mickey’s hair, relishing in the way Mickey nuzzles into it instead of batting him away or shoving back. “You oughta be used to me watching you sleep by now.”

Mickey’s response is delayed by a yawn. “Yeah, well, you oughta be used to me calling you out on your creepyass behavior. Goddamn weirdo.”

“A goddamn weirdo that you love~,” Ian teases.

Mickey’s glare softens. His eyes slip closed, one brow arching, a smile tugging at his lips.

Ian can’t not kiss him. 

He leans in, seals their lips together, as easy and familiar and comforting as breathing. Mickey hums happily. Wiggles against the sheets. “You gonna fuck me, tough guy?”

Ian nips at Mickey’s lip. Thinks about it. Shakes his head, lips brushing together, noses bumping. “Nah. Just… wanna do this, for a while.”

Mickey huffs. Gets a hand up to tangle in Ian’s hair. “Fuckin’ sap,” he grumbles, but there’s a smile on his lips that Ian can taste.

They trade lazy kisses, and fall back asleep still melted into one another.

send me a number~

#this is soooo sweet and sappy writing it made my teeth fall out #you might ask: mechy. when does this take place? season 4? 5? 6 7 8 9 10 11? after? #and my answer is: yes. it happens hundreds and thousands of times. because i say so. #prompt games #gallavich #my scribblings

[markscherz]

"Scherz" is one letter away from the italian word for "joke"

Considering the whole "mini frogs are puns lol" thing, how does it feel being a Charachter with an Actual Narrative? <- someone with Protagonism (if i recall correctly) that would REALLY LOVE FOR THE CAST TO EXPAND. PLEASE, I CANT DO THIS ALONE. I JUST WANNA MINECRAFT-

"Scherz" is zero letters away from the German word for "Joke". In that it is the German word for joke. As I was so often reminded in my youth. SUCK IT HATERS

Well, as someone who successfully survived the years since 2019 when we published Mini and the Gang™, and found out that they may have, like, 50 more years to live, it is a little frustrating to have peaked at 27. I guess I have 50 years of trying to chase and reproduce that elation. What madness will this result in? Stick around to find out!

#protagonism #I am not sure I understand the last two lines of this ask #but here we are #I have only had a few moments in my life where I felt like 'oh yeah this feels like it could be from a movie' #and honestly more of them were thrillers than I personally care for #I have nearly been hit by lightning or falling trees on too many occasions #occupational hazards of working on montane rainforests #but yikes #anyway what does this have to do with minecraft? #I was in the minecraft beta back in 2011 #and watched all of the original Yogscast series #but never really got into the game itself #still does not feel relevant #about me #answers by Mark #rainbowgod666

[wi1dshxpe]

my top ten list of things i headcanon durge and gortash did before having sex, kissing or admitting feelings like normal people includes: sleepovers where they voluntarily share a bed(as professionals do), platonic biting and commissioning nude portraits of one another

#dark urge #durgetash #enver gortash #durge #a wild variant of the ‘just one bed’ trope where durge asks to stay the night and while enver makes their bed in another room they fully #fall asleep in his bed and gortash is absolutely pissed but instead of waking them up just joins them #it becomes normal for them just to make themselves comfortable in each others homes as a way to ‘show dominance’(they are friends having fun #and being comfortable together) #non leathal platonic biting is a show of trust but enver did come in his pants #and the portraits were like a game of chicken that they both lost. #enver getting his portrait painted: bet you want of these #durge: orin does plenty already #enver: she’d never do one of us together *thinks* one of you indecent #durge: ha. #durge: i’d do it if you did it. #enver 100% already had but durge got to pose and accessorize him #durge asked for two painters (gortash knew why). #gortash’s accessory was the blood of the first- durge posed him as tastelessly as possible #gortash accessorized durge with his gold (seems kinder than durge’s but they both know it’s just as much an act of claiming the other) #as the blood) #he poses them like a renaissance painting (he’s just got more class than them) they both end the day with paintings they can put up no where #and we’re basically of a waste of money

[omg-just-peachy]

fall asks: #9 and #19?

9. What’s the last book you read?

I low key reblogged this list for this question because I always want to talk about books 😆 so ty for asking this one!!

I just finished Fairy Tale by Stephen King and it was sooo much fun to read and well done and magical ✨ It’ll also make you want to hug your pet, especially if you have a dog.

also this week I listened to the audiobook of I’m the Girl by Courtney Summers which was very dark and hard to read but so good in its own way, too!

19. What are your favorite cozy items?

Oooh my weighted blanket definitely. Also my little lion squishmallow. My cat! Honestly I have a million pillows and blankets throughout my house that I love because I want it to always feel cozy 💖

#anonymous #ty for sending!! #fall ask game

[authorlaurawinter]

Hello! 👻 ghost for the ask game, if you want 😊

thank youuuu!

👻 ghost: can you tease some wip ideas that have been haunting you/something you want to write in the future?

This is more of scenes that I have to look forward in my current WIP (sequel to The Curse of Broken Shadows). We've got lots of recovery and training scenes, but there are a few special ones that I'm working toward that I think everyone will really like.

everyone who loves Serill and Farrah will likely squeal, scream, and throw the book across the room at some point during this book

releasing the title which is a HUGE tell of what's going to happen

writing the reveal of a few new characters we meet

Brela and Oni reuniting

Brela in Valisea again

Cason and Brela (I mean, I look forward to writing all of their scenes, but them being reunited, their training, a few discoveries about magic and creatures, and them being bantery and flirty over knives is some top tier shit)

THE LAST LINE OF THE BOOK because that will make EVERYONE scream and throw the book across the room

#wip: shadows #fall ask game

[vexic929]

Spooky/Autumn Prompts

Send a character and a number for a ficlet!

"It was a dark and stormy night." "It's literally 76 and sunny outside."

"So, what brings you to my dark and creepy neck of the woods?"

"I hate fog."

"Apple bobbing, apple picking, caramel apples, apple cider, apple pie - apple is clearly the best autumn flavor." "You're just saying that because I'm drinking a pumpkin spice latte and I didn't get you one."

"There's no such thing as ghosts."

"I'm not doing matching costumes."

"I'm less scared of the monsters and more scared that there's a killer on the loose." "That's just a rumor, relax."

"Trick or treat!"

"I love sweater weather!"

"These leaves are perfect for crunching!"

"I wish these teeth were real."

"Didn't you read Goosebumps as a kid?"

"Keep carving your pumpkin like that and there won't be any pumpkin left!"

"I hate horror movies, can't we watch something else?"

"I can't believe you forgot to buy candy!"

"Yeah, that spray hair color isn't coming out anytime soon."

"Was that a scream?"

"Candy Corn?"

"That pumpkin is bigger than me!"

"This costume is perfect!"

#my ask games #ask game #halloween prompts #writing prompts #autumn prompts #fall prompts #autumn prompt list #prompt list #writing prompt #prompts #dialogue prompt #oc prompt #vexic lives

[blackberries45]

Hello ms. blackberries 🥰✨

🏡?

🤗 Ms. Stars ❤️⭐ hope you are doing really good!

I would love to have a solarium! At night I'd need a way to cover the bottom windows so the top could just be a skylight and I wouldn't feel like I was in a fishbowl lol, but yeah. I'd love to have a big room with plants and kinda creepy things and watch the stars at night.

Thank you for asking 😊

#fall ask game #thank you

[bruciemilf]

Batkids ugly crying watching someone flirt with their dad: 😭

Battinson ugly crying watching someone flirt with his kids: 😭

I think it's so weird for the batkids because they just cannot conceive someone would actually find their emotionally stunted, silent, brooding father attractive.

But they also can't see they're exactly like Bruce, so no one tell then.

#its all fun and games till bruce is the one who falls first #they have to witness him regressing to a lovesick teenager #asks