really quick thing but i had to get it out immediately once i thought about it
Edit 05/26/2023: thank you to @princess-of-purple-prose for assistance writing the following image ID!
[Image ID: Digital fanart of Vash from Trigun Maximum. Vash is depicted in profile. He is kneeling with his face pressed to the ground, his hands braced on either side of his head in a pose reminiscent of prayer or prostration. He is sobbing. The background is white with a gray cross. Excerpts of text float through the background, with the last three lines surrounding Vash. They read:
If you are Gilgamesh and did those things, why
Are you so emaciated and your face half-crazed?
I have grieved! Is it so impossible
To believe? he pleaded.
My friend who went through everything with me
Is dead!
No one grieves that much, she said.
Your friend is gone. Forget him.
No one remembers him. He is dead.
Enkidu. Enkidu. Gilgamesh called out:
Help me. They do not know you
As I know you.
End Image ID.]
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*heavy breathing* I decided to try to find a workaround for the long covid brain fog tonight.
Aka a new pot pot strain a friend recced to see if it would help me out with this.
It worked.
Do you know how well?
I just came up from a fucking five hour writing spree.
I'd planned to edit TRT's new chapter. And I did for a bit. But it wasn't enough. I had that itch, one that had been rattling around under my skin for months.
I needed to CREATE.
I NEEDED TO WRITE.
So I turned my eyes to the Raven fic's final chapter, where I'd been slowly working on adding the new scenes I wanted and redoing a few to match the new ones.
I didn't just enter the writing zone. I blew that fucking door off its hinges. I saw the scenes in my mind's eye, and I typed the words that came, and even when the words didn't show up, I waved it off, slapped in a placeholder, and blew past it. My hyperfocus latched on like a gator and did fifty thousand death rolls.
I wrote FOUR. POINT. EIGHT. THOUSAND. WORDS.
IN FIVE HOURS.
I may have forgotten to drink or eat anything so that's familiar too
This proves it. Getting TRT's new chapter written, if not edited, proved the words were still there in my head. And THIS proves I can still enter that miracle zone that makes everything worth it oh god i missed the zone. As best I can tell looking over it, this didn't fix my 'what word did I want here???' problem that I continue to struggle with. I still have a lot of placeholder words. But what it did do was remove my frustration, my anxiety, and my long pauses when I couldn't find a word I wanted. It was far easier to just continue on. It also gave me, for just a few hours, the ability to focus, enough that even as it slowly wore off I'd built enough momentum to keep going for a while.
Now I just gotta find a way to get there more regularly like I used to, without the herby nudge. Tomorrow I'll try the same thing though, only with editing instead, now that my itch has been thoroughly scratched.
And if anyone hears triumphant howling tomorrow evening, just know that it is I, Pasta, summoning the words again.
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i know wei wuxian is first pick as god/personification of death etc. etc. (duh, perfect choice, so sexy) but i would like to propose jiang cheng for the part. in the same way elizabeth swann is death from that one post about her kisses damning the men she loves
in the way everything he touches and everything he loves seems to be doomed (sect, parents, sister, brother)
wei wuxian as life!!! as god of life!!! coming back, unkillable. life giving (core transfer, wen ning, etc.)*
jin ling doesn't die because at the end of the story, at the guanyin temple, wei wuxian is there too. to protect him the same way he protected jiang cheng
and this is why he (wei wuxian) has to go back to being yunmeng jiang's head disciple, in this essay i will—
*i'm not saying he lives well, but he lives! he fucking claws and crawls and fights his way out of the burial mounds, he just doesn't fucking quit** you know what i mean
**until he does, but that's a choice he makes.
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Content warning ? I don't really know to be honest but safety first so just prepare for a bit of smut I guess.
I'm normally not really one for posting shit but I really need to get this out of my system.
First of all i wanna say thanks to all creators out there writing the best fics I've ever read.
I love you guys and your writings are amazing no matter what character it features.
Every fanfic I read about law is truly amazing and I love every single one of them fluff, smut, modern au, rare pairs, drabble, Oneshot or longer story with multiple chapters they're all amazing but.....most of them I have read are nearly the same, showing law as a dominant one who always has the control and it's good yes but listen closely.
That's just my opinion but please that traumatized handsome dude went through so much shit and lost so much and it's plausible if he's afraid of not having control over everything in fear of losing someone again and I'll get it but at the same time I think it's exactly what he needs, I'm a firm believer he's a switch even though he would never ever admit it only over his dead body but he is and he fucking needs it.
He needs someone he can trust fully without fear of getting judged or laughed at, someone's that just chains him to the bed for hours on end, teasing and pleasuring him, fucking all the stress and trauma out of him and giving him the most relaxing day all week.
At least once a week he needs to be fully pampered and cared for, let him forget for a day that he's not just a captain, a friend, a Brother or a lover, most of all he's fucking human and I would love to see more about law finding a person he can be vulnerable with and let go of everything for a day without the fear of being teased for submitting and leaving his care in you're hands.
Ahhhhh I just wanna fucking pamper him and just imagine law chained to the bed, blindfolded and sprawled naked on the sheets. Tracing every tattoo he has on his body, slow and sensual, kissing every scar he got along the way, massaging the Stress and pain he feels out of his body before sucking him empty and not stopping till he forgets everything around him, the responsibility, the pain, the trauma, his papers that are stacked on his desk and how Luffy ruined his plan every damn time.
Only focused on the pleasure he feels traveling through his entire body, bringing his mind into another place and giving him one orgasm after another, one better than the last one and only stopping when his mind and body is fully blissed out and numb.
Praise him for everything, let him know he's safe and how good he's doing, how pretty he looks and encourage him to let go more and more with every soft whisper and kiss and please never ever forget aftercare it's the most important thing after every scene.
Get him down slowly and massage his limps, especially where he was chained or use some soothing creme.
Don't stop kissing and praising him on how good he was, just love the ever living shit out of him.
Get a warm wash cloth to wash away the remains before it gets too sticky and gets uncomfortable for him or even worse it makes him overstimulate.
Make sure he really sleeps before you leave his side to get something to eat and drink and maybe get him his favourite book. It's important to be there when he wakes up or comes out of his subspace just to make sure he won't drop and catch him if he does drop.
Cuddling, kisses and soft words of Courage and affirmation while staying in bed with him all day long.
Just be there for him and reassure him, make him feel safe and get him to understand it's okay to feel and be human.
Oh fuck Post got longer than I thought it would....welp whatever.
I just hope I'm not the only one thinking that way and if then we'll...fuck me also I'm always open to other opinions so just hit me like you mean it.
Have a great day or night ya all.
It feels kinda bare without a picture so here's one of my all time favorites.
Credits to the creator of this fine fanart
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The second time Wolfgang and Malcolm met; when Mal went to sign up Joy for some art classes. The little girl had already shown some talent for drawing and painting, even at the young age of four, and expressed her desire to learn more to become an artist when she grew up. Mal, being the awesome dad that he is, never refuses her anything (though he tries not to spoil her).
When going to meet the art teacher, Malcolm actually didn't know the name of said teacher, he just had been told by Max that there were courses for kids on the week-end at a certain art studio, and that it was the best teacher in town who held them.
He was pleasantly surprised to see Wolfgang there, since he had been on his mind since their first meeting at Lucas and Max's wedding.
Wolfgang was just as happy to see Malcolm, who he had found quite nice and interesting when they had talked during their first meeting. He was even more happy to see Malcolm wearing a more casual (and quite fitting) outfit (Luna hadn't been at Mal's that day, and hadn't bitch at him for wearing "hobo clothes").
Both men (well, a man and a Wolfie) ended up speaking for two hours while Joy explored the studio. And Mal left with the promise of a future coffee (friendly) date with Wolfie.
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back on my amv bullshit :)))
song is beat the love by autoheart (lyrics included under the cut bc they're like 90% of the reason for this song choice and also kinda hard to hear)
[Verse 1]
Been shocked into a state of delirium words cannot describe
I am Jekyll filled with disagreement, you are Mr. Hyde
Yeah, there's something running through me, it's incredibly strong
An electrifying feeling that I've known all along
A burning realization that our incoordination is corrupt
[Chorus]
I cannot be what you want me to be
Let our cannonball, rise up and fall
I cannot see what you want me to see
So you beat the love right out of me
[Verse 2]
I've had a fistful of your knee jerk reactions, always jumping the gun
I can't be accountable for everything that you have undone
There's a window of opportunity for us to move on
But you're constantly reminding me of what I do wrong
Pot calling kettle black, here’s to yet another attack, and that’ll be that
[Chorus]
I cannot be what you want me to be
Let our cannonball, rise up and fall
I cannot see what you want me to see
So you beat the love right out of me
I cannot be what you want me to be
Let our cannonball, rise up and fall
I cannot see what you want me to see
So you beat the love right out of me
Oh, yes, you beat the love right out of me
Oh, yes, you beat the love right out of me
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