#i was posessed to write this

[gallusrostromegalus]

Today's aesthetic is people who get turned into monsters after a slow boil of suffering they cannot escape until it comes to a head and someone or something tries to kill them and the killing blow is the catalyst for the transformation into something beyond the natural. They eventually return not a human form but the scar from the killing blow never heals right- instead of scar tissue never turns human again, and is forever a slice of that monstrous form, whether they decide to return to it or not.

A girl whose throat was cut but the scar on her neck is a second mouth that speaks the truth of what happened to her by it's mere existence. A boy who is the victim of a war in the ancient world and when the soldier's spears pierce his back, it's where he sprouts the first of dozens of angelic wings. A victim of a fire whose burn scars are forever the writhing void of the shadow-creature they became.

A story where the characters meet them as humans first, then see the scar, and there's an element of horror trying to guess what kind of monster they became and why from that sliver of information alone. Like trying to divine the specific cause of hanahaki by researching the symbolic meaning of the flowers, except the flowers might be extremely dangerous.

#im writing this down to draw when i get home #got posessed by a spooky thought this morning and i GOTTA DRAW but im away from home :(

[joaniejustwokeup]

DPxDC Prompt:

The next blow sent the human tumbling into the wall. It wheezed and spat up a gob of blood, pulling itself up on trembling arms and legs.

Pathetic.

“So this is the mortal who captured our young king’s attention. The so-called warrior who he trusted with the sacred duty of guarding his core.”

A shadowed hand pinned it to the wall and it uselessly pawed at the blade-like claws pressed against its fragile throat.

“How a weakling like you seduced High King Phantom, I’ll never know.”

The human squeezed its eyes shut. I’m sorry Danny, it mouthed with cracked and bleeding lips.

The impudence.

Slammed into the ruined bricks once more, the human let out a breathless cry.

“You dare address him like that. You dare to call upon his living name!” Dagger sharp teeth dripped shadowy ectoplasm inches from the mortal’s flesh.

“I’m doing him a favor, disposing of you.”

There was silence.

Then.

The human looked up with glowing green eyes.

A wave of unearthly force erupted from its body.

A dual layered voice echoed out from its miserable throat.

“Oh you just made a BIG mistake.”

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompt #ghost king danny #the ship is up to you #my writing #free to use #tw injury #hehe Danny is aaaaaaangry #I mean at this point the ghost is just ASKING to be torn a new one #I imagine Danny’s not quite healed yet so he’s sort of #using his love’s body to manifest his power #but it took him a few desperate angsty minutes to figure out How #hence the ghostly beat down #Extra Angst Potential if in manifesting his power the posession is also burning his love interest out from the inside- damaging body & soul #‘The power of the Ghost King is not meant to be wielded by mortal hands’ sort of thing #dp x dc

[twilighthappiness]

Oh, to lay ontop of your f/o's body... While they're simply relaxing on the couch or bed, you just plop yourself ontop of them. Maybe you're even able to drape your arms on either side of their head, trapping them under you.

Would they welcome such a thing— how would they react?

Perhaps they'd stumble over their words and stammer, not used to receiving such bold affection... that their minds just blue screen from how much their face is overheating.

If they're more relaxed about it, they'd probably wrap their arms around your body as they nuzzle their nose against yours.

Or maybe they turn the tables on you, managing to flip you under them as they have you pinned right where they want~

☁︎ proship/comship DNI ☁︎

#sorry I got posessed by a ghost writer #currently kicking my feet and giggling over my own writing skhfksjd #(まるでの夢) #ensemble stars #enstars yume #enstars self ship #self ship #selfshipping #imagine your f/o #f/o imagines #f/o community #f/o positivity #selfship imagines

[mocksart]

mob psycho 100 au where the narrator posseses stanley and feeds off his dream energy

The narrator is a spirit who built the parable in a parallel world in order to trap unsuspecting victims and steal their energy as they sleep. He feeds off of the energy they generate while interacting with his creation. Stanley was/is one of his victims.

They have a long history by the time we meet them in the story that exists in my head.

What’s important is that the two of them have come to agreement of sorts. Stanley becomes a host for the spirit, and the Narrator becomes a sort of consultant to Stanley. Over time, they’ve grown quite close, and are actually on pretty decent terms at this point.

However, there’s something wrong with the parable. Things are becoming unstable, starting to fail in ways the Narrator doesn’t know how to fix.

So, they seek out some experts. Maybe the “Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century” can help them?

#the stanley parable #tsp #tspud #stanley parable #tsp stanley #tsp narrator #mp100 au #fun fact #stanley is not psychic in this au #like at all #the only reason he's aware of the narrator during the day #is because the narrator is literally posessing him #and speaking directly into his mind #stanley can speak in this au #but the narrator can also take over and speak through him #i have a lot of thoughts about this au #like a lot #i want to write a fic eventually #literally just say the word and i WILL go into a longer explanation of them in this setting #deja queue

[stickbug-made-entirely-of-spite]

Currently rewatching Treasure Planet for the nth time, animation and storytelling aren't what they used to be man

Not to mention the character design??? The antagonist isn't a bad person, the protagonist doesn't miraculously have the answer to everything, the most 'evil' character isn't the main villain, and the smart character isn't some cowardly introvert who can't stick up for himself. There is no romantic love-interest for the main character, the movie instead focuses 100% on Jim's development and the actual plot (asides from the barely mentioned Amelia x Dr. Doppler).

I doubt there will ever be a movie that ranks quite as high in my mind. Even if it's largely because of nostalgia, this will always be my favourite movie

#treasure planet #Movie #disney #john silver #captain amelia #jim hawkins #This was supposed to be a #Shitpost #But my unconditional love for this movie posessed me #And forced me to write a review/analysis #animation #storytelling #character design #I want to live in this world

[risuola]

You are the teacher and it so happens, that one day two little twins join your classes in the midst of the year. You heard before their arrival that they are odd and older teachers have been talking that their father is exceptionally young for a parent. And truth is, Suguru wasn't a fan of the idea of giving the girls under the care of a monkey, to have them share spaces and learn among the monkeys, but he was responsible enough to believe that education is something Mimiko and Nanako can benefit from. And if something wrong happens, he'll just—

#risupost #lmk if i should write it #single father geto does something to me #he loved the girls so much #and i believe they had to go to school somewhere #he couldn't possibly have the time to homeschool them and take care of them for the entire days #when he had to construct a plan of wiping the humanity out #and there you are #the lovely teacher that takes care of his girls and never looks at them as if they were weird or posessed #and girls really like you #and you also don't care how old is he because you don't judge and don't care #brainrot right here #geto #suguru geto #geto x you #geto x reader #jjk geto #single father geto

[kitsunespawz]

Perfectly normal coffee shop AU by @mawofthemagnetar :)

Transcript below the cut!

"Iskall? Iskall, where are you? Come home from work? Please? Please... do you want to watch a movie with me? No? Okay... I guess it's not that important..."

"Keralis, you need to come home. C'mon, let's go swimming! Please?"

"Come and see! Come and see! Come and see!"

"Iskall, we were going to go to the beach. You promised. You promised me. You promised me. You promised me. You promised me."

"-gonna play in the big leagues, my boy' s gonna turn some heads, my boy's gonna play in the big leagues-"

#Snakes writing clearly posessed me #this is so completely different from the things I usually draw #anyways this was so much fun #it just kinda. happened #this coffeeshop au is clearly so very normal #you should go and read it! #hermitblr #fanart #iskall #keralis #horror #kitsunedoodlez

[idliketobeatree]

okay. listen. whatever you do, don't think about how nothing about Heaven feels loved.

certainly not in the way Aziraphale's used to, a sunshine warm unexpected delight. there are no flashes of love from places or people falling and grieving and caring too much. it took him a while, but ever since he can tell the difference it's like forgetting how to breathe, can't stop the wheeze. within the air occupied by the angels (their chests don't move, do their hearts have a rhythm?) a wrong-shaped, lost cabin pressure meets him halfway, only they don't hang masks from that ceiling, he's looking down at the aeroplanes. he could always breathe easier with - red and black at the periphery - yellow too, if he's lucky. (he's not anymore)

put a hand to it, and he can pretend that the burning too high in his throat glows steady and low inside the chest; pray, so it matches someone, anyone, way Down below.

#supreme archangel aziraphale #aziraphale #good omens #good omens fanfic #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #ineffable divorce #good omens ficlet #good omens heaven #okay so. writing seems very personal to me and i don't normally do this for various reasons (it's terrifying) #but. aziraphale in heaven posesses me like no other concept. i'm literally scraping at the walls and i need those snippets out of my system #btw feel free to ignore this tag for any reason > #marcela writes #marcela talks #also if you wanna scream with me about this please DO I swear I have so many thoughts spinning around

[urlocallesbiabs-reblog-sideblog]

the last time reigen let dimple possess him, it was, well, — it felt fucking great, despite everything. standing in the eye of the storm, indestructible, fast, strong, agile, powerful, together; having entrusted him with reigen's useless old little body and gotten a 200% return on the investment! so what if he wanted to feel something at least a little bit like that again, if he missed the crowdedness under his skin? so what if he's been feeling kind of lonely lately, especially when off work, what with mob being busy, and himself not being all too close to tome-chan yet, and not letting himself get all too close to serizawa? so maybe reigen starts letting dimple possess him from time to time, just, casually. most of the time the possessions aren't even justified, but it's not weird if they don't talk about it. dimple enjoys being able to breathe, and says exactly that; reigen enjoys being together, and says nothing of it.

reigen never admits any of his reasons, obviously; neither does dimple admit that he deeply appreciates what reigen does for him. it's just a weird little thing that happens between them, largely unacknowledged, mentioned either not at all or through crude lighthearted jokes, with emotions welling in the whitespace between words.

over time, reigen gets his head out of his ass, and him and serizawa become good friends, best friends, boyfriends, even, and later move in together. the thing with dimple continues to happen because there's no real reason for it to stop, and frankly it's not like they ever discuss that; it just carries on. katsuya's been noticing for quite a while that Something has been happening, but he never felt like it's his place to ask, especially when it seemed so silent — nearly non-existent, despite being very real. well, whatever arataka chooses to do with his free time, right?

***

one night katsuya stays out drinking with his school friends a little later than he was expecting, and comes home a little drunker than he was going to. he finds arataka in the kitchen, chopping some vegetables, main lights off and over-the-counter lights dim and amber around his frame; he's so, so pretty, and katsuya hugs him from the back, reaching to try and place a kiss. arataka turns around, his face flashing a wide grin and very bright red cheeks. "oh hi," dimple says. katsuya backs off clumsily, and stammers, "ah, i'm so sorry! i was expecting arataka to be here, but it's you, ah-h-h, this is awkward, again i'm so sorry!"

"no big deal," dimple waves off, and turns back to chopping. "fyi, usually when i'm here, it doesn't mean reigen's not — i don't displace him, yanno? just hanging around in his head, it's like buddy time." he grins again. "right now he isn't, though: i'm just puppeteering the thing. he passed out on the couch waiting for you, and i thought y'all wouldn't appreciate not having shit to eat for breakfast. i'll whip up some stir-fry for tomorrow and dump this back where i found it for a good night's sleep, dw about it"

"ah," katsuya says eloquently, "thank you."

he doesn't leave the kitchen, still — changes positions, getting comfortable, leans on the counter, and watches dimple work. his quick movements, his(?) elegant hands, his concentrated expression, his(?) golden hair, his red cheeks. he looks so handsome like that.

"you look so handsome like this," katsuya says before his brain-to-mouth filter catches up to the rest of him.

dimple puts the knife down and stretches his(? arataka's?) hands out before him, admiring. "it's a beautiful body," he admits. it's not a grin, but smile, softer this time; private, even. "don't tell reigen i said that, but — i really enjoy this; being like this. not just the whole getting to be alive, running around and breathing and eating thing, though of course that too, but also — you know what i mean," he shifts a shoulder up. "possessing anyone is fun, but possessing reigen..." he runs one of his(?) hands down another of his(?) arms, lightly — almost reverently. "it's nice."

katsuya's breath hitches.

he's standing closer than he remembers being. arataka is so pretty like that, in this soft lighting; dimple is so pretty like that, in this soft body.

"i still want to kiss you," katsuya whispers.

dimple's breath, just for a flashing moment, hitches too; he wouldn't admit it. "go ahead," he says, louder than a whisper, but way quieter than his voice.

katsuya does.

it's not chaste and not desperate; gentle-slow and quick-curious, soft, warm, almost exactly the same as every kiss he'd had before, just like this, but so unlike them, and almost tangibly new.

it feels great.

"it feels great," dimple breathes. "it's been a long time, and i've kind of... forgotten what it's like. so i've always wondered how it would feel if i did it."

"you mean, kissing in general, or?..." katsuya makes a terrible, embarrassed pause. "...kissing me?"

dimple shrugs, and turns back to the cutting board again. chop-chop-chop! katsuya stares, maybe a bit dumbly.

***

katsuya wakes up in the middle of the night, slightly less drunk but significantly more disoriented, and stumbles towards bathroom, and gets arataka's phone flashlight shone right into his fucking face (and then quickly towards his feet with a bit-louder-than-necessary apology).

" 'm going to the bathroom", katsuya explains.

"ah, i'm just heading back. samesies moment!" arataka jokes.

katsuya buffers.

"i kissed your boyfriend last night and i'm so sorry!"

"...you are my boyfriend, tsuya," he raises an incredulous brow, and then a hand to brush at katsuya's forehead. "you alright, buddy?.. uh, do you mean you gave me a kiss while i was asleep? if so, it's fine, you shouldn't worry about little things like that-"

"no! i mean kinda yes? agh, i mean dimple-was-posessing-you-while-you-were-asleep-and-i-kissed-him-and-he-kissed-me-back-i'm-so-sorry!"

"ah yea he does that someti- you What? dimple WHAT? wait, did you just call dimple my BOYFRIEND?"

***

the conversation that ensues is horrible. not because anyone's fighting — no one is even angry, unless you count violent bafflement as a subtype of anger — but because a honest, serious, 3-way conversation regarding dimple, gayness, feelings, and gay feelings for dimple, by definition can not be not horrible. arataka takes a smoke break in the middle. (he quit 5 years ago, but a guy needs exceptions). katsuya feels the closest he's ever felt to a heart attack, and that's including all his previous life experiences. dimple grows out a weird little perfunctory foot to tap it in the air.

but they try their best, and they figure things out.

in the end, not much changes; they still don’t talk about too often, but now it feels more like comfortable lack of necessity rather than avoidance; they all just get it. and occasionally, dimple possesses arataka while he kisses katsuya, and oftentimes vice versa.

it's nice.

#mob psycho 100 #vikarambles #reigen arataka #dimple mp100 #serizawa katsuya #ekurei #serirei #ekuserirei #got no interest whatsoever towards ekurei where dimple posseses the guard guy — no hard feelings just doesnt scratch my brain any good way #ekurei where dimple posseses REIGEN though??? ohhh SIGN ME UP for that shit i LOVE ghost romance i LOVE posessions #i LOVE supernatural/mind-bending displays of affection!!! that's the good shit!!! #and EKUSERIREI where dimple posseses either of them?? you mean i can take HAPPY GHOST ROMANCE and add POLYAMORY to it?????? #it's like a lethal doze injection of adhd right to the frontal lobe. it makes me feel SO #either way i got half an hour of sleep last night because i was busy writing this. *bows down and keels over* bone apple teeth or w/e #real talk tho if you dont like this Pls do not let me know im a poor sensitive little flower and i'd like to live in peace #also uh #writing #i guess #word count 1.1k rating pg13 jsyk #aint much but honest work

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

Alchemy

Content warnings: Abuse, emotional abuse, unhealthy power dynamics (takes place when Majexatli was 18/19, snapshot of their relationship with Althyran)

//

“I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t care about you, Asha,” 

Althyran’s tired frown was just visible in the small looking glass in front of Majexatli. Majexatli bit their tongue, stopping themselves from saying something rash, holding back a whimper as Althyran’s comb snagged on a knot in their hair.

“I know,” Majexatli said eventually.

“You have so much potential, you’ve come so far by my side, look at all that I’ve helped you accomplish. Where you be without me? What would you have without me? Who would look out for you if I wasn’t there?” 

“I know, I’m sorry,” Majexatli winced as his comb once again pulled harshly at a knot.

Whether the apology or their pain, something made Althyran pause for a moment. After a beat of silence, Althyran untangled their hair now with a sudden gentleness.

He sighed.

“It’s alright, darling, I don’t mean to be harsh on you. I love you, you know that, right?”

“I know, it’s alright,”

“No, no, it’s not, I know you’re only doing your best, you just didn’t know. I’ve just been so stressed, but I shouldn’t take it out on you. Let me make it up to you?” 

Althyran set down the comb on the table and wrapped his arms around Majexatli, pressing a gentle kiss to their shoulder.

“You don’t have to—” 

“I want to, Asha, here,” Althyran pulled back, reaching into his satchel and pulling out something Majexatli couldn’t see, “I was hoping to wait for a special occasion, but I got you something. Put out your hands,” 

 Into Majexatli’s open hands, Althyran placed a beautiful silver hair stick, one of ornate elven design set with a piece of polished turquoise. It looked like it cost more gold than Majexatli had ever seen in their life.

“I— I can’t accept this—” 

“Of course you can, you deserve it,” Majexatli could see the way he smiled as he wrapped his arms around them again, “Plus, it’s magical. The stone will let me find you wherever you are, so you never have to be alone,”

Never having to be alone again… it was all Majexatli wanted. Althyran’s honeyed words pushed the pain and anxiety out of their mind.

Majexatli held the hair stick close to their chest, “Thank you…” 

Althyran kissed their bruised temple before standing up.

“Did you extract the swarming toadstool?”

“Yes,” 

Majexatli nodded to their bag. They moved to grab it, but Althyran beat them to it, pulling out the small glass jar filled with a pale yellow-green dust. 

“Excellent work, it’s perfect. You’ve come so far since we first started,” 

The praise warmed something in Majexatli’s chest, they could even feel tears welling up in their eyes.

“No one saw you with it, right? Or knew you went to the Underdark?” 

“No, no one saw. I did everything like you said,” 

“Good,”

Althyran placed the jar down on the table after another moment looking it over.

“What do you need the swarming toadstool for?” Majexatli asked, hoping to help, take initiative, to get him in a good mood, “You’ve just said, I’ve gotten really good with my herbalism, maybe I can help—” 

Majexatli cut themselves off as they looked up at Althyran and saw something flicker across his face, a dark, grave expression that seemed to suck all of the air and warmth from the tent.

“You don’t need to worry about it, it’s not for you to know. It is a dangerous thing, curiosity,” 

“I’m sorry,” Majexatli’s voice was small, trembling.

Althyran’s face softened slightly, but he didn’t speak, didn’t reassure them or comfort them. He simply nodded, grabbing the jar of swarming toadstool essence and placing it in his satchel. 

The silence was heavy, tense. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, they had practiced what they were going to say, practiced how they would speak up—

“I was, um, I was going to go to the infirmary later,” Majexatli started, trying to cling to a confidence they had already lost.

Althyran paused, narrowing his eyes.

“Why?”

Tell him. He should be happy, right? Just tell him.

“I, um, nothing really. Just. My leg, and um, I thought maybe—I mean. It’s just my leg, it’s just my leg” 

The lie hurt to say, each word like pulling teeth. Majexatli wasn’t even sure why they were lying, they shouldn’t need to lie.

“If that’s the case, I can save you the trouble and talk to Lysaia or her apprentice myself and get you something for the pain,” 

“Okay, yeah, thank you,” Majexatli nodded, looking down at the floor, “Are you going to stay for the night?”

“Oakfather willing. Believe me, there’s no place I’d rather be, but I have something important I need to get to first. I’ll be back before you fall asleep,” Althyran smiled gently in a way that did nothing to comfort Majexatli.

“Okay, I'll see you when you come back,” 

After Althyran left, Majexatli blew out the candles in their tent and crawled into their cot. Curling up on their side, they once again held the hair stick to their chest, tracing the intricate curves with their thumb as they tried to lull themselves to sleep.

They left a spot on the cot for Althyran when he would return. 

Majexatli knew, though, that come morning, they would still be alone.

#eldritch it speaks #salam plays bg3 #oc: majexatli #abuse cw #anyways this came to me while at work yesterday #I wanted to write something short #And was inspired by Majexatli's prized possession I listed + the fact that in game Majexatli is the one in the party #who does all the alchemy and their tent is full of alchemical and herbalism equipment #oh a detail of when I listed their prized posession. is that the hair stick is tarnished and the turquoise stone is missing.

[kawareo]

(if you're my roommate stay the fuck away from this one bro im watching you)

Soooooo i wrote a oneshot fanfic for Gortash and my Durge, it's been forever since i wrote anything especially with an OC, so it's not the most ambitious; Gortash's boyfriend stalks him at night and then they fuck. For some reason hand kink and a disgusting amount of softness slipped in.

Small preview:

Scion of Bhaal stood up, blood seeping through his robe where Gortash’s knife found its target the first time, eyes shinning with excitement of their little scuffle… but if Gortash knew him –which he did- it was more the thrill of stalking him that got his heart racing like this. “You could’ve just said hello, like a civilized person.” “Oh, but archduke, who would be there then to make sure you stay sharp?” “Only one of us is bleeding; I’m sharp enough, it seems.”

#idk man i woke up and got posessed #might delete later tbh #fanfic #ao3 link #my writing #durgetash #enver gortash #the dark urge #the dark urge x enver gortash #bg3 #bg3 fanfic #nsft #domestic durgetash

[almaprincess66]

Guys, GUYS! I'm re-reading the songfic I wrote and forgot to post and damn. I get suprised sometimes how good I am. I was posessed by the spirit of Hamilton writing it for sure. Like here is an expert:

-Why are you here? Why now?

- Opposition to you, I never leave. Ever. You are the one who runs away from his problems leaving nothing behind but ruin. Just like how you did with Francis or Marta or-

- Thank you, that was enough. I get it.

- But do you John? Do you?

(I love it so much)

#amrev #american revolutionary war #amrev fandom #amrev fanfiction #fanfiction #angst #songfic #john laurens #historical john laurens #john laurens angst #damn #i was posessed when writing this

[residentrookie]

10/4 scream @jegulus-microfic; wc: 683; Death comes for james potter

There is no bright light. They believe that theory is the humans’ most common misconception of passing on. That in those last precious seconds, an overhead light invisible to everyone else appears above you, and you with eyes that track that light like a moth is enamored by the flame, find yourself pulled to it helplessly, watching it grow brighter and brighter until there is nothing else, until there is only blinding brilliance everywhere you look. This is not so, but They can’t exactly describe what happens either. They, Death, never quite look the same to everyone, like fingerprints and snowflakes. 

Some people struggle against Them, screaming and raging. Others go with Them willingly, as easily as sighing. Some see whatever they want to see. Others see blackness and are grateful. 

They’ve been doing this job for a long time. Since the Dawn of Time and maybe even before that. No rest, no breaks. Everyone must die. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Today is no exception. They swoop down low, counting, weighing their options, charting the easiest path across. It’s not Their job to know what’s next for the dead, only how to get them there. 

A man lies on the ground, limbs splayed. His heartbeat is quiet and growing slower, the final coda in the last seconds of his lifesong. Sometimes Death must be patient. Sometimes people are not ready for him. But this man, unlike so many others, looks ready. Not only is he ready but he’s looking. Looking Death right in the eyes. 

“You came,” he whispers, voice low and croaking. 

I did, Death thinks. 

“You came back to me.” 

Death pauses, trying to remember. This face is unfamiliar to Them. There are close calls, times when They believe Their services are required, but Life persists. He does not remember this man, not his brown eyes or shaggy black hair or the way his laugh lines settle on his resting face, clear signs of a happy, joyous life. 

“Regulus,” the man sighs, and Death feels something in Them twist sharply. The sensation is alarming; never in Their existence have they experienced something like this, like something, someone, is within them, tugging, grappling, clawing its way out. 

Death, the master of the Final Pathway, has carried many souls across the threshold of existence. In a way, the essence of these souls stay with them, like the faint traces of a favorite perfume, grasping the fabric of Their cloak. 

Regulus… yes, the name is familiar. The Heart of the Lion, long dead now, but with an echo still bright enough to glimpse in the sky. Regulus the Star, he knows. But this man spoke the name like a prayer that might save him. 

Regulus, Death tries to remember. Regulus, Regulus, Regulus. With every utterance of the name comes that tidal wave within Them, breaking through the walls of Their ancient mind, flooding Their thoughts with a tsunami of memories. 

Regulus Black. Second son. Noble family. A brother, wild and scared (He did not go with Death gently. He raged against Them. They remember it well.) A mother and father, angry and bitter. Gray and green, stone walls, and bright bursts of light. A boy with a bright smile. James. Notes passed back and forth on crinkled paper. Now a man with the same smile, glasses, hair. A first kiss, flawless. Love that is simple. Love that overflows, love that is right and easy. Limbs tangled in darkness, heat pressed against heat. Children with bright laughs like bells. Aging. Gray hairs and wrinkles. Pain. Joints that don’t bend the way they used to. Still so, so much love. An eternity’s worth. (When you die, that love does not disappear. Love and matter follow the same laws.) 

James, Death realizes, looking at the man. You are James. 

Death knows now what James sees when he looks at Them.

“I love you,” is all James says. His eyes close. 

There is no bright light. But for James there is Regulus, a brilliant, burning star blotting out the dark, welcoming him into the gentle night.

#idk what happened when i wrote this i think i got posessed. #um. #hope u liked?? #also hope it makes sense??? #reg's writing tag #my writing #jegulus #jegulus microfic #the marauders

[francy-sketches]

This is the worst explanation I've ever read what 😭

#.txt #george please its becoming so hard to defend you #'why would these two fertile children not start breeding immediately' ???????? #idk man maybe its bc they're traumatized. or they're just not into eachother. maybe they're gay idk #idc about jaehaera 'getting replacted' or whatever what bothers me is the fucking. smoking hot 6 year old #like even if we accept she absolutely HAD to be 6 why did it have to be a girlboss moment #i love how asoiaf presents child marriages as bad and horrifying and then fire and blood just. doesnt #i swear he was posessed by some evil spirit when writing f&b #if asoiaf was written like f&b we would have gotten the beautiful love story of tyrek and his infant wife or smth #this is kinda funny tho. all that twitter arguing about the greens getting divine punishment or whatever #but no turns out grrm is just weird #or at the very least he's got some skewed views of medieval life #ok now I wanna hear the reason why he made viserys 2's wife so much older than him

[beanghostprincess]

Honestly. Miss Olivia Rodrigo releasing "Obsessed" yesterday... The same day of the jealousy Sanuso prompt. Is just. Is just SCREAMING at me to call this fic "Obsessed with your ex" and do a very. Very angsty but silly little thing with them. Thank you Miss Olivia Rodrigo.

#i've been thinking about this for days actually #i need it. i-- i have thoughts #i am one day late it doesn't matter i need to write this so bad it's insane #the ex is kaya by the way i. it's obvious where this is going #but not in a posessive creepy way just. just mentally insecure way #you know what just wait until i write this thing #one piece #sanuso

[crazylittlejester]

My dear

FOURS FICS

In two days

They are great and I love them but please. Go to sleep!! You need to get better to make us suffer more u.u

In my defense I am insane and literally don’t know when to quit 😭

Like I have 3 seconds of free time to spare? I find myself writing. I wake up at 3 am for 45 minutes? I write and then I pass out again with my google docs still open 💀

I’m so glad you liked the fics tho!!

#i am writing right now when I told serval people and myself that i was going to bed early tonight #it’s like im posessed by the spirit of ao3 #linked universe #jes talks #jes ask