#guess who's writing right now

[apotheotic-cravings]

I just started Harrow the ninth and the shift in tone… was both jarring and kind of hilarious.

#also Gideon Nav being a canonical virgin with acne has no business being so sexy #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrowhark the ninth #harrow the ninth #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #I guess my MO is now just posting some shitty doodle every 4 months of a different fandom huh #this month it’s locked tomb… in October? who knows…! #surprisingly I don’t have many rambles to put in the tags this time… hmmmm. #god but knowing that tamsyn muir was a homestuck….. lord. I can see it in every inch of her writing #and I love it. #my art #fanart #also the body is t posing to assert dominance btw. and it’s working #comic #though this barely counts as a comic. oh it had two panels huh??? yeah right

[cindytoast404]

lying on my bed giggling and kicking my feet while putting the characters i like through unimaginable torment (it should be noted that i am also writing with one of those big fluffy pens)

#writing #ao3 #guess who’s writing againnnnn #right now the current victim is paul matthews #tomorrow? who knows! :D #writing memes #writeblr #fanfic memes #whump #cindy thinks about the implications

[catsandgoodbooks]

So. Punz and George. They're both very much defined by their relationships with Dream, probably more than anyone else on the server. It's hard to talk about Punz without bringing up Dream, and it's hard to talk about George without referencing him either. They have lives, of course, but Dream is always at the forefront of their minds. Punz spent a whole year of their life just waiting for Dream's escape; George dreams away the days even after the jailbreak in a fantasy world of his imagination where everything is perfect and he can be with Dream.

But they don't really have a relationship. They don't talk, especially not about Dream, because that would show that they cared, and George is trying to deny that to himself after the dethronement and Punz cannot allow anyone to consider even for a moment that they are on Dream's side or it was all for nothing. So the relationship they do have, weak and distant as it is, is based on bitterness and perceived betrayals and envy.

George doesn't really think about Punz much. If he did, he'd had to think about Dream, and not his Dream, not the Dream that exists only in his dreams now, but the actual, real Dream. The Dream who dethroned him without a second glance. The Dream he abandoned. The Dream locked away in an obsidian prison, rotting away as George sleeps. And George doesn't want to think about Punz. Not when it pulls him out of his dreams and makes him think about Dream.

When he does think about Punz, though, he's not exactly a fan of them. They betrayed Dream; undeniably, inexcusably, they did. They had his trust, and they threw it away for a little extra bit of money. George would never do something like that. Dream left first, after all. Dethroned George first and told him he didn't care what happened to him. Dream never did that to Punz.

And that's important. Dream never turned against Punz; they were the one who chose to betray him. Dream never quite trusted George the same way he did with Punz, and, in the period leading up to the dethronement, he let George in on less and less of his plans, grew closer and closer to his mercenary. George told himself it was because Dream wanted to keep him safe. After the dethronement, he accepted the fact that Dream just didn't care about him anymore, and that it had been a sign of that.

George tells himself that if he had been in the situation as Punz, if Dream trusted him, he would of never done what they did.

Punz...doesn't have a great opinion of George, to tell the truth. They might of pretended to betray Dream, but George (and Sapnap, and everyone who was there and just watched it happen) is the one who actually did. George left. He left and didn't come back, didn't even show up for the arrest/execution (because that's what it really was, an execution, no use dancing around it). He didn't even go visit Dream in Pandora's Vault, even when he had every chance to, even when he didn't have a plan dictating that he absolutely could not do that. Not like Punz did.

Unreliable. Untrustworthy. Uncaring. Those are the nicest words for what George is, at least to Punz. Dream died, twice, and George was nowhere to be found. Just because Dream had been trying to keep him safe. To make sure people didn't try to target George to hurt Dream. And George just left, like that was an option in this game they were all playing, that none of them save Wilbur had chosen to play, like you could just throw up your hands and say "okay, that's it, I'm done" and leave with immunity, taking everything you've done with you. That wasn't how the world worked. And it didn't matter if George understood that or not, because it still hurt Dream, and that was what was important. Because what George did was a betrayal, and because they were already familiar enough with that to know how bitter it tasted. Because Punz had to constantly pretend and reap what they had sown and deal with this betrayal they had committed - not the one they were infamous for but the one in their heart and their brain and the way people looked at them and laughed with them and the way they had agreed to the plan and let Dream die and the sneaking suspicion they had, growing louder every day, that something had gone wrong and that they had to do something about it but that too would be a betrayal - but George didn't, just because he had been there earlier and knew some people longer. Because people trusted him more and he didn't have to prove how reliable he was and how much he hated Dream and all that.

And because George had Dream's love in a way Punz never could. Dream loved too freely, that much was true, but he flinches at every motion Punz that was a little too fast, a little too sudden, and makes sure to call everything a business arrangement, makes sure they're mercenary and client, makes sure to suppress any little trace of attachment that could get either of them hurt. And, even now, even after George has gone and left, Dream still loves George; Punz isn't too blind to reality to miss it. And they had kinder days together, back before everything went wrong; there were no kinder days for Punz, and there never had been.

Despite everything, they're two sides of the same coin: wishing for something that is no longer reachable, no longer possible, because things have changed and because people have changed. Because Dream has changed, partially due to the decisions they made, and there isn't anything they can do to go back to how it was. Not truly.

And neither of them really care about anything or anyone else. They're not here to fight for ideals or morals, they just want to keep the people they love safe and away from the people who would want to hurt them. They are willing to kill for it, but, because of who Dream is, and because that would put them in danger, they can't. They're not allowed to, explicitly in Punz's case, implicitly by Dream pushing George away. Because Dream wants to keep the people he cares about safe, and that can't happen if it looks like he cares about them or vice versa.

(It's only okay if Dream's the one getting hurt, after all)

#punz was raised in the middle of a warzone and became a mercenary in order to survive and get the hell out of #there #back on my bullshit #yes yes i will talk about sapnap (in conjunction with punz) someday #right now it's george time #ranty rant rant #sorry if i got stuff wrong i am so tired right now and finals are coming up #also just me inserting my headcanon #just cause #dsmp #c!george #c!punz #c!dream #dnf #drunz #who would have guessed it #my writing #long post

[deadhearthotline]

watched World Tour a week ago + finally caved in

what can i say. i love him. he's been swimming circles in my head since i saw him

#i have so many headcanons about him + Techno Trolls already #it's insane #i'm definitely not hyperfixating #my account is still gonna be majority turtles #but it's like sun + moon now where he's just hanging out in my head freely #occasionally walks right into the forefront of my thoughts + then lays low for a while y'know #makes me wanna write a fic about him #update: guess who's writing a fic about him #i'm never drawing this motherfucker's tail again i swear to GOD #ACTUAL. HELL. #dreamworks trolls #trolls dreamworks #trolls #trolls movie #trolls world tour #trolls fanart #king trollex #trolls king trollex #zero drawings here

[blood-orange-juice]

You are all going to block me but I just realised that I do low-key ship Aether/Lumine.

Hear me out.

It's the plot of so many myths. The best known is, of course, Izanami and Izanagi's story (the whole reason why siblingcest is so popular in Japan. same level of cultural importance as the madonna/whore complex for Christians), but there are also Fu Xi and Nuwa, Sun and Moon gods of the Inuit mythology, a bunch of Greek gods, a bunch of Egyptian gods too iirc.

Old cultures that had god-kings (some dynasties in Egypt and, as we discovered recently, Ancient Ireland) considered marriages between siblings a norm for them specifically and something to be frowned upon or at least unusual for everyone else.

You can't convince me the twins were not god-rulers in some faraway world (they also found it so boring that they don't do it anymore. actually, I'll stand by this headcanon even without shipping them).

Celestial beings that already are one and the same in some sense. Twin stars.

The symbolism just does something to me.

I wish I could say this is not about boring human sex (they are interstellar eldritch beings anyway. merge your photons my funky little sibcons, as Ray says) but nope, I think their interactions can easily take the form of boring human sex too.

(it's just not the main thing they have going on)

I'll show myself out.

P.S. there's also a bonus: all Traveler ships are now threesomes

#my chilumi headcanon now officialy has every single trigger warning under the sun #also I have no moral right to criticize people who ship skirk/childe now #I'm worse #tw: twincest #how do I tag it properly so that people can filter? #every day we stray further from celestia #I'll just tag this ship as dioskouroi from now on #dioskouroi #not that I plan to write a lot about it #*aethers your lumine* #I'm in my problematic ships era #it's funny but any kind of incest is usually my hugest squeak #I'll nope out of it with the speed of light #but I guess it's different with twin gods #look. at least there's no age gap #aelumi #travelercest

[dailykugisaki]

Day 121 | id in alt

They're recreating something that happened on a mission. Gojo is invested. Fushiguro? Lightly shaken.

#dailykugisaki #jjk #kugisaki nobara #itadori yuji #fushiguro megumi #tokyo trio #gojo satoru #no Itadori's were harmed in the making of this #YALL IM STRAIGHT UP WRITING SHIT FOR KUGISAKI NOW THIS SHIT IS SERIOUS AS FUCK #when did this freak who shows up for a collective 20 minutes become my source of serotonin #idk but i wouldn't have it any other way shes amazing and if gege cant figure out his shit then im hitting him with a train #my mind is so enlarged rn y'all #update on the goats theyre being freaks again theyre stupid af #i was brain rotting a lot #i was doing a lot of shit the past week it was insanity but its always gonna be worth it to make any life better #anyway i need gege to relinquish his rights to Kugisaki Nobara bc i have a maddening amount of ideas for jer #also like how in the hell is Fushiguro's soul so strong it made me narrow my eyes #like good for him i guess but still #Kugisaki is fighting herobrine as we speak

[anaalnathrakhs]

i feel it's so fucking stupid and ungrateful but it still hurts a little when someone gifts me something i just don't like. i don't know. i know it's dumb and inaccurate to astrain that much meaning to a simple gift, but it feels kinda like they don't know me. i guess it feels like people don't see me, like a reminder that the person i reflect and the person i feel like are incredibly different.

#two fairly recent examples jump to mind #last year my class did a secret santa #the guy who got my name barely knew me so instead he asked our litterature teacher for tips #i was doing an effort to participate a lot in her classes and discuss stuff and i felt like she was an adult i could really trust #and adult who Gets It #and she picked just. the wrong gift. a classical philosophy essay. #stuff i hate reading. stuff i hate thinking about. #i said thank you to both of them and tried to read it during christmas break still. but i was right. i hated it. #and this year's christmas #recently i tried patching things up with my parents and we are a lot more communicative now #so they've opened up that my demand not to receive any gifts was painful to them #so we had an agreement: we write open-hearted letters to each other on christmas. #and they can gift me something if they'd like but no pressure if they don't find anything they feel would be a good gift #bc i myself opened up about the whole ''inaccurate gift'' thing being one of the reasons i dislike receiving stuff #and guess what. christmas comes. they got me a printed card from an artist whose work we saw at a local art thing earlier that year. #that artist does mainly either plants or nice architecture. stuff i love. #they picked the ONE work of hers that doesn't look like that. some reinterpretation of the great wave of kanagawa #a piece which i dislike with a passion for aesthetic reasons #i had promised i'd be honest if their gift missed the mark but tbh i couldn't. it's just an aesthetic thing it's completely begnin. #it's not like they spent lots or tried to pick something that was USEFUL #so i smiled and the picture is hanging with other stuff in my room #and i thanked them and i can't express how genuinely glad i am we have a better relationship #but man i felt my heart break a little under the tree in that moment #idk #i know it's silly but it makes me feel weird. and cold. #broadcasting my misery #vent

[amethystina]

hello there! Niki here. just wanted to congratulate you on hitting 400k words on WHtD! 🎉🎊🎂👯‍♀️💕 I wanted to make sure to celebrate this great achievement of yours even if I need to wait a couple of days before reading the new update 😥 I’ll make sure to enjoy it and then leave my big-ass live-reaction later on, but for now have a big 💜 from yours truly :) well done! great job! :D have a marvelous weekend!

Thank you! 💜

Though, to be honest with you? I didn't realise I would be passing 400k until I had already posted the chapter and looked at the total and I honestly felt my soul leave my body there for a second. Because DEAR LORD what am I even doing?

Especially since I know we're nowhere near done. Like, I have my notes, sure, but certain passages in my planned timeline are just one sentence and I know that one sentence might actually be half a chapter all on its own. So I really can't judge how much is left. I am HOPING we're at least halfway through but who the fuck knows at this point? Certainly not me x'D

ANYWAY. Thank you so much for wanting to celebrate with me! And, as always, take your time and feel no obligation whatsoever! I'm really happy that people are reading this fic and enjoying it as much as they are, but none of you owe me anything :)

Take care and I hope you have a marvelous weekend too! 💜

#Amethystina replies #e-nord #Who Holds the Devil #Amethystina Writes #Way too much tbh #Also #This newest chapter? #Without a doubt the most exhausting and difficult chapter I've ever had to edit #In my 10+ years of writing fanfics #I'm not even sure why? #But I guess it could be a combination of the length and my burnout #And the content I guess #Since it was a pretty emotional chapter #It was such a struggle that I kind of don't even want to look at it right now x'D

[skyloftian-nutcase]

https://youtu.be/-wPg1tNEWmo?si=EsNma0bR5m-eYmr9

Skyrim music always is my go to for relaxing.

The world was hidden in a curtain of grey and white. The sound of heavy rainfall echoed in the air, water pelting his skin as he sat on slick stone. Whether it served to bring him to reality or help hide him from it was another matter, but his mind was certainly lost to the white noise.

Abel stared tiredly ahead. The rain brought life to Hyrule, promises of renewal to a land scorched by evil. He hadn’t thought much of it in the past. There was nothing to be renewed for him. He’s lost nearly all he knew and loved, and he’d tried desperately to hide what remained from the malice that had claimed everyone else.

Lyra never listened though.

Every raindrop felt like a bite, promises of renewal felt like a cruel joke.

Tilieth had always loved the rain. Link had never been a huge fan of it.

“Sir Abel?”

He barely heard the words. It wasn’t until the fourth call, with a gentle hand on his shoulder, that he turned. The Lurelin teenager looked back at him, eyes worried.

“She’s going to be okay,” the swordsman said earnestly. “The healers even said it.”

The rain was deafening. He didn’t register the words. He still saw his boy, bleeding and broken, skin charred, bone exposed, all washed away in the torrential downpour as golden light shone from the castle.

“Sir Abel?”

Ice hovered near him, it seemed. His right side was freezing. The swordsman, on his left, looked behind him as if asking someone something, but no one else was there.

She’s going to be ok, the wind seemed to whisper.

“We’ll destroy it,” the new Hero assured Abel. “I promise… we’ll get it right this time.”

Abel came to life in an instant, eyes sharp as he glared at the boy. “No.”

The boy flinched despite how quietly the command was spoken. It held such strength and bite to it, he might as well have screamed it.

No one else was going to get hurt. He would face the Divine Beast alone.

#you ask skye answers #lovely jetpackgeneratedcat #SKYRIM MUSIC MY FREAKING ABSOLUTE BELOVED #AGREED LOVELY AGREED #Abel needs a hug y’all #wild spirit #how to fight Vah Ruta without Siron’s grit and help? They’re still figuring it out #I figure Sidon’s like…barely a teenager right now #No way Dorephan would let his son near something that had basically JUST killed his daughter #writing prompt #abel #lurelin link #Guess who else is there

[devilsskettle]

i've watched a lot of good films lately in an attempt to catch up with a bunch of movies that have come out recently, but talk to me was the best movie i've seen in a LONG time

#i put off watching it for so long because i was sure it was overrated + i'm generally not a fan of possession movies #(because so many of them try to be the exorcist and they will never be the exorcist. you know how it is) #but holy shit. genuinely a brilliant movie in every aspect of filmmaking + completely aligned with my personal taste #+ exactly what i look for thematically in possession and/or ghost movies #+ the absolute perfect balance between psychological and gory #and like i said SUCH a good cold opening #tbh i think it's a useful trick to know how to get your audience to buy into a supernatural premise from the very first scene #i think that takes some VERY effective + skillful writing and directing #and as someone who again typically does NOT like possession movies i usually end the movie NEVER buying into the story #not because i'm a 'skeptic' or whatever just because the writing doesn't do the work #but SCENE ONE of this movie i was so in it #anyway. movee of all time to me #also from the trailers etc i had thought that that fluffy yellow sweatshirt mia wears at the beginning of the movie was a bathrobe lmao #my first impression of what this movie was gonna be like was NOT correct #anyway 'recently' means in the past 2 years i guess? #actually maybe this post was a lie because i LOVED nope which was also just an absolute cinematic masterpiece #anytime i watch a jordan peele movie it's just like. this man is so far beyond any other filmmaker out there right now #it's almost unfair to watch lol like an olympic gold medalist running laps around a middle school track team #anyway ummm. yeah talk to me was good though

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

yaz voice: i keep thinking,,, i keep thinking abt the.....future affecting the past of it all. the "if he runs out of time the hostile action would end and a time machine would know", "im fine because you fixed yourself", and "because it's not a grave"

like if it were me. if it were me. i still would have gone with the villa diodati conundrum. "save the poet, save the universe" what do we do when the poet IS the universe. "watch people burn now or tomorrow" like the distinction exists? like tomorrow isnt yesterday?

so we make them face the child. the doctor loses this one, right? too beholden to their rules. lost with shelley, will lose with the child. because there is no way to win it. not with the rules of the universe theyve clung to up to this point. not without play

so theres a child that needs to be saved but the doctor cant do it because it will take the foundation out from under the universe. she Can Not interfere. she fails to be the doctor when it comes to herself. but yaz is there. doctor's doctor. wont accept this. saves the child

the universe crumbles, but this or tecteun's revenge the outcome is similar except. the universe that crumbles if you save the child is the timelords' universe, their imposed histories, their laws, their logic. nothing makes sense anymore. it's terrifying. gotta let go gotta let go gotta let go. you HAVE to play. play or perish. please it's not that serious. it's just identity! funniest game there is. listen to the master; tag, youre it

#i admit theres a lot of details to work out #a lot of details ive forgotten about also #but give me a minute and a rewatch of every episode since 2019 and i'll be good to go #hdfkjhgj #i Would like to write my own version of idk everything since halfway s12 i guess #but it'd be so much work man #and for who #well me i suppose #maybe one day #also now that ive written it out loud a 'future affecting the past' theme seems inevitable if youve got a writer #responding to his own old work #but i really do need to rewatch to remind myself of all the details i need to fill in and check off here #theres a lot im missing #but if it were me! #if it were me the scene where yaz stops the doctor and runs off to save the child would echo the end of 12x10 #the aftermath of it would be brutal i think #13 would be torn apart by conflicting impulses #YOU SHOULDNT HAVE/yes you should have it was the right thing to do/but ILLEGALIMPOSSIBLE/you did what i coudlnt (shamepride)/ #it was done for love/how dare you/it was done for ME/the universe cant suffer for me i cant bear that/ #you had no right to make that choice/i wanted to protect you from it/you had no right to put the end of the universe on me like that #she would break open completely it'd be messy as fuck #and incredible to see #and then i havent even imagined yazs responses yet

[montembeault]

I know you're young, but you're also wearing a letter now. Do you reach out to Brock (about the trade deadline)? Do you talk about it, or?

We talked about it. But... not a lot, to be honest.

— PREGAME | HUGHES VS. WILD (03.02.23)

#quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #gif #You lose guys / You gain guys / They've earned to add a guy like thattt...... #trade deadline szn = illusory nature of self-directed roster accruement and professional autonomy analysis #the parallel ambiguity of 4043's roles on this team does kill me because of how disparate their contract situations are right now #and like their presumed motivations i guess. but is it even... i don't know. #the way they framed this question to him after scalping out soundbites on the nux infrastructural implosion is so brutal lol #but there's still diplomacy there there's still love there there's still an older brother's instinct to accommodate there. lmfao #even if it isn't exactly reflective of the (assumptive) reality of the situation because who can really say at this point #i could write an entire essay. but i won't!

[thechampagnesocialist]

Writing Tom is like: god I'm obsessed with whatever the fuck he's got going on, no I do Not know how to put it into words. Kms.

#you remember rau tom (observation: --) #now get ready for crime au tom [redacted] (you'll find out soon) #also hey guess who's back to writing nrb fic? thats right bby #im pulling crime au out of the closet and coughing at the dust

[missanthropicprinciple]

There is so much going on in this short scene. I can’t stop thinking about it.

Max has observed that Oskar is desperate to solve a case, perhaps thinking that Oskar is insecure. But after they visit the cemetery Max has finally figured out the root of Oskar’s sadness and restlessness. I can’t blame Max for his fascination and satisfaction at discovering what he feels and knows to be true about this man. This is I think where Max the analyst and Max the friend meet, the intersection of study and caring, when we come to Max’s motivation as a person to help people. Yes, he is fascinated by human nature in a detached way, but he is also very keen to help people. In this scene he is moved by Oskar’s restrained emotion and is struggling not to show emotion, struggling to remain the analyst. I also think that Max wasn't expecting to hear about a child's death. In his profession sympathizing or showing intense emotion is discouraged and I would say the same is true today. But Max can no longer maintain a professional distance because their relationship is not one of patient and therapist. This is partly due to Oskar’s honesty about his feelings.

Oskar is not going to spare anyone’s feelings; he’s going to protect himself. I sympathize with Oskar. He values the fact that Max has noticed his grief when most people likely haven’t, but he is also on the defensive, and rightly so. It’s an insult to be dissected when you don’t want to be, particularly when you're grieving. Oskar did not ask to be psychoanalyzed. He has not consented to be picked apart because he did not ask for help. He desires understanding. He states that he does not want to be “dissected”. When you’re grieving a loved one the last thing you want is someone coldly picking at your brain like you’re a specimen. When you’re grieving you are both your basic self and not yourself at all. You are diminished; your senses are heightened and yet you are numb as well. Oskar just wants to work. He’s clearly still in a lesser period of shock. As you grieve you experience many, if not hundreds, of layers of shock. It’s like you keep waking up over and over again. The shock wears off very gradually. The deeper in shock you are the more you want to just work. You are focused on utility and your brain keeps you numb to prevent more severe damage.

Max might have pushed further with someone else but I think at this point he understands that Oskar is no longer a subject to be observed, no longer someone he can coldly analyze, but a colleague and a friend. He realizes that Oskar is not ready for analysis or therapy but needs understanding and occupation. Max sees Oskar’s hand shake, knows and actually listens when the man tells him he cannot talk about his grief yet. Oskar has taken a great step even telling Max, a young foreign man he barely knows, that all he has is work because his beloved child is dead and his wife has left him. I think that Max understands the enormity of that in this moment. Max says, “if there’s anything I can do to help…” Because he knows that he has to offer support and hold back on his impulse to treat Oskar like a case study.

Max is an example of someone who has the capacity to stay completely cold as a psychoanalyst but his own emotions prevent him from being wholly methodical. In a later scene when Amelia is “cured” he has tears in his eyes. His compassion takes him beyond a single-minded analyst.

The emotion he has in the lecture hall is the same emotion he has in the café, magnified. When Max sees Oskar’s hand shake does he want to reach out and calm him? As a friend you often have that impulse. Oskar has a hard time looking at Max. Human connection and eye contact can stir huge emotions that a person might not be prepared to face. They look at each other briefly. And Max, the observer, looks down with emotion, perhaps even giving Oskar privacy. His shoulders change, no longer proud with youthful overconfidence or even arrogance, but timid and shy. He hunches down just a tiny bit, looking sideways at Oskar. And once Oskar has said he needs to solve the case so he can be “fine” Max instantaneously changes the topic to the case and more importantly how he himself can help Oskar take action.

#Vienna Blood #THIS KILLS THE SARAH #speaking of analysis that no one asked for #I kind of ship them but right now I'm focusing on their friendship #GUESS WHO IS EMOTIONAL THIS EVENING #also if you're wondering why I am pontificating about grief I have lost 6 family members including my father as well as a family friend #ACTING #my writing #max liebermann #oskar rheinhardt #long post #grief #mystery