#its fiction baby

[martianclown]

Just to add on to my last post, does anyone else feel sad sometimes about all this? Like I get angry, sure, and then I get over it but ever since s4 aired I get like sad???

It's not a competition for me but the way the other shippers are acting lately gives me the ick.

#and obviously i dont care what you ship #im always a ship whatever you want kind of person #but its not anyones right to tear down someones ship just bc you dont like it #its fiction baby #ans harringrove isnt even so bad lol ive shipped much worse #the crack ship thats in my head rn would probably disturb most #its such a rare pair that literally i think there was only 1 fic last time i checked ?? #its not a stranger things pairing

[katabay]

trains :)

this is a very rough and scribbly comic, but sometimes that's all a comic is going to end up being lmao. the guy with the jacket is darren, glasses is andy. not featured, andy's dead brother who nevertheless insists on haunting the subtext

the main thing I wanted to draw was the train tho

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost ⭐ cara.app

#darren and andy's brother were best friends and darren was there when andy's brother died #and made a very normal promise to always look out for andy. unfortunately. it's a little. hmmmm. suffocating! a decade later! #not that darren's been looking after andy for ten years. they were on opposite ends of a fictional planet #but in the way that andy's in love with darren and would be fine with dramatic declarations of 'i have to keep you safe' if they were #not attached to his dead brother. like. if that's the only reason he gets to hear words like that he would like to Not Hear Them thanks! #also andy is an extremely dangerous person in his own right so it's also like. hmm. hmmmmm. #it's messy. the death of andy's brother defined darren in a kind of way so the prospect of having to re define himself #without the absence of andy's brother to shape that is Unpleasant to think about #thankfully they're both going to be stuck on this fucking train for a significant amount of time! for my enjoyment!!! its train time baby! #long post #komiks tag #original tag

[rexscanonwife]

I wanted to try out some simple cell shading!! So I doodled a little something with my wife 🫶💖🫶

Taglist♡: @crushes-georg @changeling-selfship @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @squips-ship @sunflawyer @cherry-bomb-ships @miutonium @in-true-blue-love

#artfarts #self insert #self ship #fictional other #self insert x canon #oc x canon #powerpuff girls #the powerpuff girls #professor utonium #🔬 starkissed scientist 🔬 #honestly ive been having a lot of fun when just doodling and going with the flow!! #its very easy with this art style too which i appreciate 😭😭💖💖 #i feel like thats how ive been drawing a lot of it. its simple! but fun and stylish #like i was talking to my partner the other night abt how the designs especially of the girls are DECEPTIVELY simple #theyre actually pretty hard to get just right! #anyway WAH take this 🫶🫶🫶 #my love my wife my baby my pookie bear

[generalkenobee]

Ok guys-

Am I the only one who gets jealous or defensive of my fictional husbands like Leon and Ada, I'm literally bawling my eyes out and he's not even real

But when my fictional husbands have a love interest it makes me so sad😭😭

Bc what do you mean you ship Ashly and Leon?! He's mine-

And Ik this is such a toxic trait and makes me look utterly insane but I literally don't care bc I'm literally in love with Leon😭

Because I actually need to know if I'm the only one

#fiction #fictional men #leon kennedy #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy fic #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy smut #ada #my mannn #my man <3 #its giving #its giving baby boy #resident evil smut #resident evil

[septembersurf]

a moment of peace 🤍 ft livia and hadrian from @anathemafiction’s ‘the golden rose’

inspired by this ask

slightly nsfw version under the cut, inspired by my favourite ask of all time:

#the golden rose #tgr #interactive fiction #oc: livia romanus #tgr: hadrian x livia #i love them so much i cant bear it 🥹 #my touch starved lil babies. yall gonna be happy in the end if its the last thing i do #me 🤝 alessa 🤝 protecting the two fools in love #dont feel like colouring this one so its gonna stay a sketch methinks #anyhoo! enjoy #septembersdraws #edit: why is tumblr intent on destroying the quality of all my photos im gonna go feral istg

[didhewinkback]

Something Old

Written for @harry-on-broadway's fic challenge.

Written prompt used: "What's this, then?"

Watching your childhood best friend (& the man you've been in love with for half your life) get married proves to be harder than you thought. Will you be able to make a quick getaway to avoid further heartbreak? Or is it finally time for the truth come out?

A/N: the pic represents more of an overall vibe rather than a definite representation of what he is wearing. but the vibes of the pic are absolutely accurate. some liberties have been taken with accurate chronology of his dating life bc this is fiction town usa baby. takes place during the fine line era, in a world with no covid. dream world. please let me know what you think!

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There was a huge water fountain, right in the middle of the hotel courtyard, making criss-cross patterns into the pool below and you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. It was soothing, in a way. Or at least you were trying to force the concept of being soothed upon yourself, trying to focus in on the sounds of the water and the lights reflecting off of it. Anything to not think about the background noise of the party, of the clinking glasses and what that sound would mean, to think of him – nope. Back to the fountain.

Your mother cleared her throat. Her eyes had been burning holes into the side of your face but you couldn’t face her or that look of pity in her eyes. Your fingers tapped against the handle of your suitcase as you kept your eyes on the water. Just keep staring at the water.

“Did you call an Uber or…?”

“I’m just going to take the rental back to the city and go from there.”

“You could always take it back to the house. Bit of a drive but…”

The thought of walking into your childhood home, alone, while his own childhood home sat right next door was too much to bear. “I don’t,” you cleared your throat as your voice caught, “I don’t think I can be surrounded by all those memories. God, Mum, this is so embarrassing –”

“Oh, baby, no. Come here” Your mom rushed over to you and wrapped her arms around you in a death grip as you let yourself collapse into her arms, feeling 8, 15 and 26 all at once. The tears which you had been trying to save for the drive poured out of you, your mum shushing you as you buried your face into her shoulder. She stood there and held you tight, letting you release all the emotions you had pent up since you got here. You had never had an explicit conversation with her about your true feelings for Harry but with the way she was holding you, you knew you never had to. She knew. The thought made you tighten your arms around her, burying your head a little deeper as the tears flowed. Just a few more minutes.

“I’m getting your dress soaked,” you said, trying to pull your head away and pull yourself together before your mum tightened her arms around you, holding you in place.

“Could give two shits about my dress.” “Mum!” “I’m serious, I don’t care. Not when my baby is weeping in my arms.”

“Okay, I’m hardly weeping,” you huffed a laugh as you took a step back and wiped your face, looking into your mum’s kind eyes, glassy in their own right.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk to him? Tell him what’s on your mind?”

You shook your head before she even finished her sentence. You had tried that, years ago. Winter break 2013. He had been gone almost two years, touring and traveling the world while you watched from afar at uni. You had walked down your stairs, rehearsing your big speech in your head while smoothing down the new skirt you bought for the occasion, only to look up and find him in your living room with the most famous pop star in the world in his arms. He had brought her home to “meet the family” he said. Which included you. You were just family. And he dated pop stars now. A gut punch that you quickly healed with copious amounts of tequila. And a drunken hookup with a boy from sixth form. It was fine. You were fine.

You had been best friends since you were 8, neighbors since you were 6, and for years you brushed off your crush, chocking it up to an extension of affection for your first male friend - the boy who made you laugh until you cried, who always needed help with math homework, who dragged you onto the dance floor when everyone else was too nervous to at that first school dance. The boy who stood in front of you in his bedroom, nervously singing along to a Youtube track before asking you if this was something you thought he could do, for real. The boy who invited you to join him a few weeks each summer, riding bikes through muggy Colorado streets for late night froyo or hiking those Hollywood hills. The boy growing into a man who called you when you were studying at the library, in the middle of the night halfway across the world, feeling overwhelmed by the pressure and needing a piece of home to slow his exhausted, racing mind.

This crush was something you thought you would grow out of. Except you didn’t. His life had become drastically different than the one you two had shared in your small hometown but whenever you were together, it was like no time had passed. After that fateful winter break, you had tried to keep your distance but each time you saw him, you were sucked right back in.

There had been more moments - falling over yourselves during a drunken McDonalds run, or during a screaming match in the middle of a very competitive round of charades, or when he bounded off stage after that first solo night at MSG, wrapping you in his arms and holding tightly - moments where the words were about to burst from your chest, overwhelmed by the love you felt for him. But you knew it would never work - he wasn’t interested. And, even if he was, you were nowhere near his league. Even his one night stands were straight off the Forbes 500 list. Not that you were ashamed of yourself or who you had become, you just knew, for many reasons, that there was a disconnect there. He wasn’t interested. You were family. You had to keep it that way.

You steeled yourself to get over it, to be okay with just being his friend. And you had convinced yourself it worked. You had met his girlfriends over the years; no longer tearing yourself apart in comparison as you blossomed into that confidence that comes with getting older and finding your place in the world. Falling into relationships with some really great guys, guys that you really cared for, who made you laugh and met your family on your birthdays. But no matter how hard you tried, those relationships always seemed to fizzle out because you never felt that spark. That once in a lifetime spark. That spark you felt the second you saw him yesterday - a smile blooming across his face as his arms lifted up in a cheer when he locked eyes with you. All that hard work shot to shit in an instant.

You snapped back to reality, shaking your head more fiercely, desperately trying to get those memories to fall out of your head forever. “That’s not how he sees me, Mum. It’s not - this is just something I have to get over. But I can’t do it here.”

Her face fell, before she took a deep breath and steeled herself. “Okay,” she said, looking at you with new determination. “So, what’s the story? Work emergency? Appendicitis? Stomach virus? Uncontrollable pooping?”

“Mum! Oh my god!”

“What?!” she shrugged, her eyes glowing with a playful twinkle as she watched the smile grow on your face. “I just feel like the more details we provide, the more believable it will be.”

“Whatever you have to do,” you said, rolling your eyes as you pulled her into another hug.

“It’ll be okay, lovebug,” she whispered in your ear. “This pain won’t last forever. He’s not the be all, end all.”

“Why does it feel like it then?” you said softly, tightening your arms around her, unable to stop yourself when more tears began to fall. “I really have to get going, I don’t want anyone to see -”

Suddenly, the sounds of the party got progressively louder as the doors swung open. Your stomach sank as you heard the last voice you wanted to hear. “There you are! Been looking all over for you two. Ang? - Oh. ”

“Yeah?” Your mom turned to face him, blocking you from view as you furiously wiped away your tears.

“Mum’s been looking all over for you. Something about a bet involving tequila shots…”

“Ah, was hoping she’d forget about that. Tell her I’ll be in in a bit, just need to help this one -”

You cleared your throat, keeping your head down as you nudged her forward. “No, Mum, it's fine. Go in. I’ll be okay.”

She turned to look at you, eyes searching. “But you’re not feeling. well.” She emphasized her point by placing her hand on your forehead. Oh, god. No Oscar in her future then.

You looked at her, feeling his eyes on you, shaking your head. “It’s okay. Really. Have fun”.

“Love you.” She kissed you on the cheek as she squeezed your hand, whispering, “Be brave”.

You kept your eyes to the ground as you heard her walk inside, closing the doors behind her. Enveloping the two of you in silence. You looked up, taking him in for the first time all night. He knocked the wind out of you.

His white suit was tailored to perfection, the dress shirt open in a deep v down his chest, revealing the smattering of tattoos that you swore he’d regret one day, but that only looked perfectly in place as his muscles grew more defined. His hair, curls tousled just the way you liked it. The smattering of scruff along his chiseled jawline, held tightly as he took in the scene in front of him. He looked good.

You can’t imagine what you looked like. Tear tracks streaking down your face and hair messy from how often you had been nervously running your hands through it. Dressed for a cocktail hour while wearing your sneakers for the quick getaway. You had to get the fuck out of here.

“Thought only the bride was supposed to wear white.” The words slipped out of your mouth before you had the chance to stop them. This was not the time for banter. You should be in the car already, leaving all this behind you. You snuck a look at his face, his green eyes locking with yours, his brow furrowed in confusion.

He looked right at you, his deep voice rumbling as he shot back, “Wanted to be dramatic. It’s my day too.”

“Classic H.” you said. You could not get your feet to move. Your car was no more than 10 paces away and yet here you were, frozen under his questioning gaze.

“What’s all this, then?” he asked, as he took in your suitcase, the car keys fiddling around in your hand. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah. Uh, a work emergency came up.”

“Bullshit.”

“No it’s not -”

“Your mum just said you weren’t feeling well.”

Shit. “Both things are true. H, please just - I have to go.”

“No, I think I have the right to know why my best mate is leaving my wedding weekend early. Why you’re standing out here with your mum and - are you - were you crying?” He looks desperately confused, eyes searching your face. “Need you to talk to me.”

He takes a few steps towards you when he notices your hands visibly starting to shake. “Hey, hey…” He reaches his hands towards yours as you quickly put your hands on your suitcase, pulling it towards you. You take a few steps back and try to take a few steadying breaths.

“Please,” your voice was barely a whisper. “You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“I always notice when you're gone. Haven’t been able to find you all night, I’ve been trying to hang out with you. Wanted to spend time with you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the look on his face, trying to not think too hard about those words. Trying to be casual, nonchalant. Trying to be anything but the crumbling mess you were in front of him. “C’mon, I’m not even in the wedding party it’ll be better -”

“Is that what this is about? You knew we were keeping it small on purpose, didn’t think you needed to be in the bridal party to know how much y’mean to me but I guess–”

Anger suddenly swirled in you, turning your cheeks warm, eyes blazing. As if you’d be out here having a full mental breakdown over something so trivial. You scoffed, “You think I’m out here crying because of some arbitrary fucking title? You know that’s never mattered to me when it comes to you.”

“Then WHAT is going on with you?”

“Can you please just drop it and let me –”

“It’s my fucking wedding, you’ve been avoiding me ever since you got here. I need you here and you’re just standing outside with your car keys and your fucking suitcase like it’s nothing. Like I’m nothing–

“Oh my god, how can you even say that – ”

“Well, what am I supposed to think? I’m flying blind here you won’t TALK to me–”

“I CAN’T WATCH YOU MARRY HER!”

The words were loud, louder than you meant them and out faster than you could stop them. Fuck. This was. Not. How This. Was supposed to go. You shut your eyes. Your mind was racing, mouth trying to move to make an excuse but you couldn’t think of anything and then you hear a derisive snort, your eyes flying open to see his, suddenly colder, taunting.

“‘S that what this is about, then? Never did like her, did you? Always wondered when we’d have this conversation. Thought you may have been a little more fair and try to do it before my wedding weekend but hey, guess I’m not the only one who can be dramatic.”

You stood there, gaping at him, tears pricking your eyes as he glared back at you.

“Let’s hear it, then. What’s so wrong with her?”

Oh, he misunderstood. You could let him think this is the truth, that you’re just some bitchy childhood friend who never approved of the fiancée and waited until the last moment to make a dramatic exit. You could leave right now and let him think that. But he needed to know the truth, as painful as it may be. You began to shake your head, the tears seconds from pouring out.

“No, that’s not - you’re not understanding me.”

“Am I not? Seems pretty clear to me” His tone was still taunting, angry. He had every right to be. This was supposed to be the biggest weekend of his life and here he was, out here with you, instead of partying with all of his loved ones mere feet away. The thought of it made the tears spill over, a small sob escaping you. Through the tears you saw his face drop, his brows furrowing.

“It’s not her. She’s lovely. She’s so lovely and you should be in there with her. You could be marrying fucking Beyonce and I wouldn’t be okay with it. I … I can’t watch you marry someone else without - without wishing it was me instead.”

You watched as he froze, his eyes widening. In shock? Anger? Pity? You weren’t quite sure.

You took a deep breath and kept going, continuing to dig yourself into the grave of your own making. Every part of you was screaming at you to stop, but now that you got started, the words kept coming, “I’ve been in love with you since we were like 15. You’re my best friend in the whole world and I…god, I can’t breathe when I look at you sometimes. You’re the first person I want to make laugh with a new lame joke, the first person I want to share good news with. The first person I want to do anything with. You’re kinda it for me. Always have been. You’re just my favorite person in the world. And I –”

You shook your head, cutting yourself off. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest, your cheeks burning. You stand there, slightly panting, watching him watch you, his own eyes glassy, his own breath coming in fast spurts. Neither of you dared to move.

You stand there, watching as your confession explodes between the two of you, helpless to do anything but stand in the carnage. It is deadly silent. A minute passes, then another. It could be five, it could be twenty. What did you just do?

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry.”, you said frantically, your brain finally catching up to your mouth. “You should go back inside. I’m –”

He inhales sharply, head shaking in disbelief, “Y’think - y’think I’m going to go back in there right now? After–? Fuck.”

He drags his hand down his face, bringing his other hand to meet it and standing there with his head in his hands. You wish you could get a good read on him, to tell how he’s feeling, but you just stand there, heart beating wildly, in disbelief of what you have done.

“I’ve got a reception hall full of people here.”

“I know.”

“People traveled for this.”

“I know.”

“Why - why now? I had no fucking idea. Why’d you never tell me before?”

“I tried, but the timing was never right – ”

“Yeah, well, your timing right now is impeccable,” he deadpanned.

You rolled your eyes, though his sense of humor reappearing made a zing of hope run through you. Maybe he won't hate you forever. Maybe, one day, the friendship could be salvaged. Maybe you didn’t just embarrass yourself beyond belief - though your burning cheeks indicate otherwise.

He clears his throat, pulling you out of your racing mind. “This whole time…you’ve felt this way? This whole time?”

You had been expecting to confess and run. For him to smile politely at you, let you down easy. You had spent your whole life believing this was a one sided thing. But here he was, looking utterly wrecked, his green eyes never once wavering from yours.

“Yes, H,” you told him. “I’ve loved you this whole time.”

You watch as his face crumbles slightly. He brings a hand up to his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, a mumbled, shaky “fuck” leaving his lips.

You clear your throat and wipe at your eyes, praying your waterproof mascara is doing its job. As much as you want to live in this fantasy of possibilities, you can’t let yourself make more of a mess of this than you already have. He was getting married. Tomorrow.

“H, the last thing I ever wanted to do is ruin this for you”, your voice shakes the more you look at him, “I will be fine. You should go back inside. I’m going to go.” You grab your suitcase and keys and start to make your way to the car. The sound of his voice calling your name stops you in your tracks.

“Don’t,” he says, his voice cracking.

You turn to face him, finding him staring right back at you. His glassy eyes ablaze, his jaw set. You don’t make a sound.

“Please.” He closes the distance between you in a few quick strides. Hesitantly, he lifts his hand to your jaw. You’re sure he can feel the warmth there, blooming at his touch. You lock eyes with him, both of you barely breathing. After a second, his thumb caresses your cheekbone, his eyes fluttering closed. He leans his forehead against yours and you can feel his hot breath on your lips, the smell of mint and tequila filling your nose. You might pass out.

“This is a lot to process,'' he whispers.

“I know.” You try to pull your head back a bit to give him space, but he holds you steady in his grip. His other hand falls to your waist, both of you inhaling sharply at the contact.

“I have to go back in there. Supposed to get married tomorrow,” he whispers as his thumb starts to draw circles on your hip bone. You’re sure even he can hear your heartbeat at this point, the way it’s thundering in your ears.

“Y-you don’t owe me anything, you know”, you whisper back, his brow furrowing as he feels your breath on his lips. “Just because I told you. There’s no pressure or anything. I know, like… I’m not….I’m not expecting - I should -”

He takes a step closer to you, pulling you flush against him, effectively cutting you off. “Don’t. You can’t. ‘S not pressure, I just - I don’t know”, he takes a deep breath, “I need time. Please. Don’t leave. You don’t have to go back in there but don’t leave tonight. Please.”

He kisses you on the cheek.

“Please.” His words fall across your lips as he moves to kiss your other cheek.

“Fuck. I wish…just - please don’t go.” He leans in slowly, kissing you once on the neck, right below your ear, inhaling deeply. His forehead falls to your collarbone, resting there. “You can’t go, not yet. Not until…Please. I need time to think. I don’t know. Promise me you’ll still be here later tonight.”

He lifts his head, holding eye contact with you until you nod, bringing your hand up to wrap around his wrist, moving your thumb in soothing circles. He stares at you, eyes dropping to your lips, then back up to meet your eyes. His grip on your hip tightens, his eyes dropping to your lips once more.

You hear glasses tinkering, calls of his name. Shit. You take a step back, his hand sliding from your jaw to your wrist, holding a loose grip. Your cheeks burning at how caught up in the moment you got, head reeling at what this could all mean.

“I have to -” “I know.”

He leans in, presses his lips to your forehead, not once letting go of your wrist.

He steps back, his glassy eyes flitting all over your face before meeting yours once more and holding your gaze. “You’ll be at the hotel later tonight? You promise?”

“I promise,” you say, squeezing his hand once before letting go.

He nods sharply, walking backwards towards the door, eyes never leaving yours. He stops right before the entrance, quickly wiping at his eyes, shaking his head. You can see him physically brace himself as he pulls the door open, a tight smile on his lips as he gets pulled into the party once more.

The doors close, once again surrounding you with silence. With your own thoughts. The feeling of his lips on your neck playing over and over again in your mind.

Holy. Shit.

#harry styles fan fiction #harryonbroadwayficchallenge #harry styles angst #would u believe this was supposed to be posted 3 hours ago but i got so hung up on one detail that i couldnt iron out #i am a gal who loves run on sentences with commas and for that i will not apologize #fic rec #babys first fic #cant believe we are here #harry styles fic #i have read this so many times i started to hate it thats when ya know its time to post #just losing it in the tags over here #something old

[gokupowers]

feel like modern Dave writers/kins forget he's hussies self insert and written to be totally fucking lame in canon bc hussie was a 25 year old loser living in his parents basement making anti SJW rage comics at the time . dave strider is an awesome character but he is genuinely so fucking embarrassingly lame and a loser and it's a beautiful thing & we need to remember our roots #makedavelameagain

#homestuck #dave #i like think in general it's crazy cuz i see a lot of dave kins acting overly cool/nonchalant/taking on his personality when hes literally #insufferable and slightly pathetic like i like him sooo much and hes such a loser . hes my little loser but like. dave strider in Homestuck #if he was real . hes the kind of guy i would have bullied in highschool #being purposefully chill comes across as trying really hard and really embarassing . #idk i think its bc everyone who has some kind of parental abuse/trauma relates to him but not actually his personality so instead they go #out of their way to emulate his personality. without realizing they are emulating one of the lamest fictional characters in existence. #like . its okay to have your own personality ❤️ you dont have to act hard youre literally a homestuck fan . #sometimes its jist silly cuz you want me to believe you get bitches ? you ? a homesyuck fan? a Homestuck fan? a Homestuck fan? #be so serious. its mostly chronically online teenagers doing this now ig but its like baby learn from the past . be better. choose a #brighter future. i guarantee you . hoes do not want dave strider they want a normal compassionate young man/woman/whatever

[mudstoneabyss]

actually. the specific phrasing that boy Kevin wants to kill older Kevin with "I must disassemble him, piece by piece, so that everything inside of the Old Kevin comes out. Only then can the New Kevin truly begin." is so incredibly the idea that to heal from trauma and "improve" you have to destroy every "wrong" part of yourself, that everything "tainted" by it has to somehow be replaced by something untouched (which isn't possible)

#reading back that phrasing I do think that'll be the way brinknor takes it #this arcs seeming like it'll be so. breaking the cycle of abuse and violence and coming to terms with yourself #and maybe understanding that you can never remove the parts of you impacted by trauma and start again completely ''pure'' #but you can treat yourself with the kindness you should've been given #which i hope it is that because. and understand i am biased. but i'd love that direction for Kevin #it feels much more satisfying than any more. angsty way this arc could go imo #like he's been through enough! #because of the way Kevin is portrayed in fanon. not as frequently anymore but still pretty common. I worry about coming off as woobifying #by saying I want him to heal I want him to have nice things I think he deserves them #when he's also simultaneously Not A Good Person #yknow the poor little innocent cinnamon roll baby etc etc fanon #but. well for one im Not Like That about him. but my main point of bringing that up is. him not being a good person is why I want to see hi #get better and generally have a good life. why does someone have to be good to deserve to heal from trauma #especially when trauma is a big reason for the way they are #like its fiction yeah yeah i'm still tired of mentally ill people having to be ''good'' to ''deserve'' to get better yknow #i mean especially in fiction you tend to either see mental illness as the poor traumatized one who's allowed recovery because they're nice #or the insane psychopath who cant be ''fixed'' so ''deserves'' bad things-up to deserving to die!- for it #i didnt mean for this to be a rant erm. oops #wtnv #wtnv spoilers #joyousposting

[libras-interactives]

Various Libras-Interactive Projects

Currently Updating:

Under the Devil's Moon. Lackdaisy Interactive Fanfic made with Twine. Currently at ~29k words, while the beta has ~48k. A crime/gangster story set in 1920's St. Louis, in which everyone is a cute cat and the MC has a terrible habit of getting into trouble and also owes a debt to the sketchiest lawyer imaginable. Fully customizable Cat!MC with multiple backgrounds + personalities, ~8 official love interests and aro/ace options.

The Last Spring. ASOIAF Interactive Fanfic made with Twine. Currently at ~25k. A court drama story set in Pre-Robert's Rebellion book canon, the MC is invited to King's Landing for Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia's wedding ... and in true ASOIAF fashion, has to juggle avoiding death, scandal and an awful marriage. Fully customizable Female MC, multiple backgrounds + personalities, aro/ace option not in yet, only three love interests so far (with more planned).

#might combine this blog & my CureUs one bc why not lol #anyway after that anon i figured id throw this up and also mention CureUs bc its my og baby #if:last spring #if:devil's moon #interactive fiction #visual novel #got x reader #game of thrones x reader #lackadaisy x reader #twine game #ren'py game

[jenna-louise-jamie]

disclaimers: this covers books 1-11 again. answers can span across multiple books, though i tried to limit that this time around for the sake of clarity!

reblog for a bigger sample size! everyone is encouraged to vote, even if you've never read/watched/heard of alex rider!

#so many things have happened to this poor baby i wanna give him a hug #but also if you look at it from a purely fictional point of view its so unhinged it becomes funny #this is a redemption poll from my last attempt at this #i was like oh itd probably be difficult to come up with ideas for another poll of this variety #and then like it wasnt at all because alex is so unhinged #i made the answers more simple this time for clarity #devilish even #alex rider #yassen gregorovich #alex rider books #alex rider series #one of these options is perhaps not well known (not entirely sure on that) but i included it because im evil shhhhh #redemption poll #tumblr poll

[brainworms-all-night-long]

So shower thoughts gave me the most painful and saddening realization about Tails

He is just so little, like tiny, really really small. Even currently in the cannon when he's around 8 years old. He's just a little guy. So imagine how fucking disgusting and vile a person must be to see this young, innocent looking child and decide they can hit and pick on it. That they can physically and verbally abuse a tiny defenseless fox, just because of an odd genetical mutation.

I sometimes feel bad when I clapp an annoying ass fly and think about the fact that I killed a living being for too long. But people on Westside Island just looked at a poor orphan fox kit that probably couldn't even properly talk yet and went, "oh yea let's beat him and cement it in his head that he's a freak undeserving of love."

It genuinely hurts me to think that anyone slightly older than him could, without much of a problem, just grab him by the scruff of the neck and be free to do basicaly whatever with him. It's not like back than he had any power or strength to stop it, because he was just a weak child bellow the age of four.

And another painful thing was that it wasn't just one person tormenting him. It was a group, almost an entire village. And not a single person thought to step in to save that kit becasue he was concidered a freak. So there was no reason to bother. No reason to care. You either engaged in the bullying or you ignored it.

If it were not for Sonic running around at just the right time, than Tails probably would've went Nine's route of using his talent of inventing as a means of protecting himself. Had it not been for his kid genious either however... I just, fear he would've been beaten to death, possibly never feeling like he deserved to live in the firts place.

All that and he was just.. a little child.

#sonic the hedgehog #like ig mobians have s l i g h t l y differrnt aging than humans #and can probably survive on their own very young #but that still doesnt change the fact that Tails was a baby #like actuall young child when people decided its ok to abuse him because of his extra tail #and I just #mgmfmfm #im in tears #dedass getting emotional over a fictional anthropomorphic flying fox whos name is ''Miles per Hour'' #please please I just #i need to hug #this little guy #please #tails the fox #miles tails prower #tw child abuse #sonic angst #edited cause bs spelling mistakes #silly brainworms

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

So this is Beleza's new outfit- don't say it I know what you're going to say hush! /joking- The old one was from when he was influenced by the demon in that ancient jewel! Xe still has the same style as before and xis outfit is similar, and... he decided to incorporate the jewel's likeness into his everyday fashion so that's like... their thing now pfff-

I love him so much...

#beleza muscadine #bel jjba oc #jjba oc #oc f/o #f/o #fictional other #oc fictional other #original character f/o #safeship #digital art #oc art #oc #sparkle on!!! its.... day of the week!! fdhksfhks- #bel my dear #you dont understand dude- i love this guy so much *sobbing liek spongebob* #cartoon #drawing #oc drawing #oc digital art #his big dark brown eyes like a baby cow make me wanna cry /positive

[constantvariations]

Watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers since childhood is kind of a trip

When you're a kid, you don't know enough about the overarching societal structure to understand the themes or messages. You just feel sorry for Millie for being around a bunch of mean, scary men and then you cheer when they start cleaning up their act for her

When you get a little older, you realize "hey, this is actually kinda fucked up" and become uncomfortable with the premise. The kidnapping aspect eclipses everything else and you wonder why you used to like it

Then, you watch it again. You pay more attention and realize the narrative is on Millie's side from the beginning. It sympathizes with her position and the story bows to her will the moment she puts her foot down. She uses her authority over the household to help both the family she married into and the women they kidnap. All the brothers learn their lesson the hard way - which they admit they fucking earned the ire of the women and the townsfolk

Yes, it's a product of its time, and if it happened in real life it'd be a much different tune, but considering the circumstances, it's a damn fine movie

Also, the dancing scene is the funnest to ever exist i don't make the rules

#yodeling into the void #seven brides for seven brothers #i get why some folks cant look past the kidnapping and i aint gonna blame em for that #but pretending its existence as a plot point negates the message is silly #like the women are shown to explicitly choose the brothers in the dance scene. they choose to pretend the babys theirs to stay w the boys #it is fiction so they're written that way but there is Foreshadowing and build up to it #granted i will admit I'm biased due to nostalgia but i do think it's got merit

[mishapen-dear]

genuine question but is there any fandom where a character is well written by the majority. im thinking about fandom culture and the spread of frustration when people dont write characters well but. honestly in all the fandoms ive been in there's only like, a Select number of authors who i trust to write Well, let alone write Well AND In Character. character analysis and writing and getting inside characters' heads are all separate skills (all of which are trained by roleplaying fyi can CONFIRM playing pretend with your friends is good for you). there's been more than once where I've disagreed with an interpretation that others agreed with, and then I turned out wrong. or i turned out right. like it doesnt matter WHO is right it just matters that differences in character analysis exist, so even if you DO write well AND write in character, your in character is still going to be someone else's out of character

there's this sort of. vibe. that to play in the sandbox you Need to be able to make a castle, and if you can't make a castle then you shouldn't bother, and it completely dismisses the idea that youre in that sandbox to PLAY in the first place. there's this Weight of disappointing someone if you can't build something that they like, but that forgets that you aren't there to build them a castle. like, be KIND. if you disagree with someone then please make an effort to do so kindly. i dont give a shit about fandom discourse but there is a reason kids get removed from sandboxes if they keep throwing sand in people's eyes. but if they don't like your misshapen sand pile, then youre not obligated to change it. even if you yourself end up hating that same sand pile later- youre not building a legacy. youre playing. and sometimes the result of that play is out of character drivel. theres a reason there are so many authors and so few who i like to consistently read and thats because everyone is Fucking Around in their hobby space. hash tag brag or whatever but i can build castles. ive built several that im v proud of. ive also dug holes in the sand for fun and then tripped on them when trying to get up. I often dug a hole and then got up and fucking- whoops, its a castle now, and i didn't realize i'd made something to be proud of until after the fact. the whole time while creating shit i was Convinced it was bullshit that didn't make sense. and then other times i was Convinced it was bullshit and then i was Right and i can look back and go. huh. ew. but it doesn't matter what the end result was, because i had fun playing in the sandbox

this wasn't meant to turn into a ramble but i have Feelings about bad art and art that's badly perceived and how public perception can screw with your head and how making art youre proud of is fucking. it's so difficult!!! it's hard!! it's really fun, which is why i try to make it, but i promise you it is Okay to not tryhard creativity. even if you CAN, it's okay not to do it all the time. or ever, even. fuck around find out have fun etc

#NOT a discourse post i am musing out loud #there's discourse goign around the dash rn or i wouldnt mention it #but the past few weeks ive seen a lot of “DONT fucking mischaracterize my guy my fuckign god” #which is one of the most frustrating pet peeve there is #but i think a lot too about little baby me #fresh on her writing journey #and how discouraged i would be if someone pointed out the mistakes id made #i made a Lot of fuckups #and i also think about this one fic where one of the characters was INCREDIBLY out of character #me today would not be able to stomach reading it #but baby me was so ENCHANTED #and it introduced to me the concept that you dont always know the reason someone does something #and it made me read even more #and because of that i eventually found Expert Skill level fics #which introduced me to MANY little tricks and fidgets ive tried to implement #there were so so many reviews on that fic that called it shit or complained about the bad characterization #but a decade later i still think about it #there were several very corny mine/craft horror fics i read #which back in the day would be called cringe #and those were what inspired me to write my first horror fic and now im Enchanted by the whole genre #theres a lot of stuff i dont like to read but i like that other people are enjoying themselves #i dont know how to be succinct i hope my point is coming across well #this ties into my thing where fiction is for you first others later #here are my credentials: bb/h fan since before the elections (hi i was the guy who noticed his lack of armour post elections) #and a cross-fandom comment trend of people going 'woa i can see this happening in canon' #im not talking out my ass i genuinely think its more important to have fun than to write accurate characterization #which. is a more 'duh' and clarifying thing than everything else ive written #but ah well c'est la vie #also also just realized this could be interpreted like that- NOT an attack on people who complain about mischaracterization either lmao #i do that too w friends. this is to reassure people who put pressure on themselves to create things Well all the time

[throughtheprism]

KALEIDOTALKS !

KALEIDOTALKS is a TWITTER ACCOUNT run by an UNKNOWN SOURCE. the account was opened JANUARY 1, 2023 and was mainly thought to be an UPDATES account for the k-pop girl group, PRISMATIC, who debuted that day. the account first started posting generic updates about the group, though things quickly turned sinister following the groups FIRST WIN, when they started posting updates about the members that nobody had known about. first they started with small little facts like JINJOO being seen out in a club or PRIVATE schedules that weren’t released to the public. over the course of the year the updates continued to get worse and worse, posting many things to make each of the members look bad. post about DOAH smoking outside of the INKIGAYO building or leaks of private messages from company workers thinking that CHARLIE was only added to the group because she was CHLOE’S sister sparked the most outrage from the general public leading to a lot of hate for those members. since the account was created it has gained over 40K FOLLOWERS, many of which are not any of the members of PRISMATIC'S fandom as the fandom has tried to report the account to get it taken down, in SEPTEMBER of 2023, after the updates had started to get worse and worse, LOVELY RECORDS announced that they would take legal action against defamatory statements made about PRISMATIC or the members, though the page has yet to be taken down and they have continued posting as normal.

#[ COLORFUL ] ... DEVELOPMENT ! #ficnetfairy #fictional idol community #fake kpop group #kpop oc #kpop au #idolverse #idol au #idol oc #im so excited for their little gossip girl storyline its gonna be so much fun!! #im glad i finally got around to this cause ive been meaning to do it FOREVER and kept putting it off #but my prismatic babies are finally here and their storyline is finally starting !!!

[istanbulite]

stoppp not me obsessed w shingen now he has it all 😫 •deathly ill •putting on a flirty front but very emotional and sincere •cool design •mc in his route is +++lol

Also after this mc (in all routes tbh) no other historical otome cuts it... She has a passion she has a personality she s actually funny I love her <3

#ok dont get me wrong my qualifications for men isnt Deathly ill but........in fiction...its so 👌👌👌 #there better b a time where the mc nurses his ass like a baby bird #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen shingen #su.txt