#possible fic stuff???

[ragingtwilight]

ECLIPSE

#fnaf sb #fnaf fanart #fnaf eclipse #lets see how mobile handles posts lol #i love them ur honor #feral scrunglies are the fuckin best yo #possible fic stuff??? #BUT these were mostly just test doodles to see how i liked drawin em #i like havin it so only eclipse can open the mouth #and eclipse has smoke come out the mouth constantly #hat is optional but probs not usually worn due to tearing #i like to think of eclipse as a mix of character between moon and sun #not a whole new character or just them both co-existing if that makes sense #i see sun as a frantic over exaggerative people pleaser #and moon as a shithead that likes fucking with people #so eclipse is like... #a top tier bastard that wants to be your friend #he absolutely cannot take a hint #punch him he deserves it #i know imma deck him later #also bowtie eclipse bc i said so #fight me #i will lose but what matters is i tried my best #i miiight clean these up later but who's to say #i never know my next move #not even now #my art #my art: fnaf #my art: fnaf sb #ALSO singed eyelashes my beloved fhxhhcjfd

[ao3-crack]

(x)

#archive of our own #ao3 stuff #ao3 quotes #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #ao3 tags #every bird is gay in this fic #i don’t even have anything to say #this is already great #what could I possible have to add #also don’t look too closely at my spelling #it’s 2:30 am #and autocorrect is doing some heavy fucking lifting rn

[old-desert]

Ah yes, hooman Loop

^ early concept

#I don't think much of human Loop designs but if it is on my mind I always think of it as like #that one “Loop gets summoned by the gang” fic on ao3 where tall Loop started shrinking and then just kinda Siffrinifies back #basically yeah I imagine if Loop human then wish craft ran out #Loop's hairstyle is basically Siffrin if they ever brushed their hair #the headcanon behind this is that their time spent as a star made Loop appreciate their old body so #if Loop ever gained back their Siffrin body they'd really want to “preserve” it #it's self care but only in a roundabout way #They're not thinking about it in terms of “looking good” it's about saving their body at its peak condition for the longest time possible #due to trauma and stuff <33 #also yea they definitely own like 1000 creams salves and oils for every part of their body #isat #in stars and time #loop #isat loop #loop isat #isat spoilers #my art #art tag #desert art

[nerdykorgi]

Caleb, father of hundred, Wittebane.

ok you can't tell me he didn't adopt all like 100 of those grimbastards and became their dad, wheither they liked it or not. /lh He just the whole tired dad vibe

I like to think he helps comfort them after they die. They all just ghosts chillin in the bone pit together and talk about how much Belos sucks lol

I was also possessed by the spirit of hyperfixation and made like 30 grimwalker ocs!? They all have unique little perks and stuff and I love them, ill probably show some of them if anyones actually interested lol.

#the owl house #toh #caleb wittebane #philip wittebane #emperor belos #grimwalker #golden guard #back on my bullshit #previous golden guard #fic stuff possibly?

[viperwhispered]

Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

Tagging @diodellet @twstgo @crystallizsch @jamilvapologist @jamilsimpno69 as per request If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, let me know!

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper x reader #woop it sure has been quite the burst of creative energy lately #especially since this has apparently been sitting in my drafts since last august #but now you have it #I certainly can’t promise to keep up with this rate of writing (in fact I can promise I won't) but hey let's enjoy it while it lasts #and yes I’m hopping on the “jamil using arabic terms of endearment” train #I’ve read so many fics doing that that at this point it feels more natural than english ngl #even if english would probably be more canonical #also is it a *good* way to go about it to just pretty much just force someone to rest like this? probably not #is it sometimes the only way to get stubborn people to stop for a bit? perhaps #and is it something I might do? #...possibly #also oh boy can you tell that I'm avoiding jamil's dialogue like the plague lately? #I really need to reread so much of his stuff to get a hang of his voice again #(also if you notice typos pls tell me because they always bug me) #(or other wonkiness because I'm not a native speaker and sometimes things just go silly) #anyways hope y'all enjoy!

[podcastenthusiast]

"Here should be safe to set up camp," Geralt says, scanning the treeline with his eyes in that odd witcher way. Like he's seeing much more than a mere mortal could.

"Thank the gods," sighs Jaskier, who's been really starting to regret skiving off those physical fitness courses at Oxenfurt.

"Get a fire started while I tend to Roach."

"Oh Geralt, I'd love to, I would. Truly it's colder than a sorceress' shapely—"

"Jaskier."

"Well, as they say: you can lead a bard to timber, but you can't make him—"

"Just do it, Jaskier."

"I don't know how! All right? I've never built a fire in the middle of nowhere before! It's not one of the seven liberal arts, and I much prefer my fires stoked by comely barmaids in taverns."

Geralt looks at him for a long moment. It's a complicated look—frustration and amusement and a hint of regret. Mostly it's a look that says Jaskier is an idiot for joining him on the Path.

"Right," Geralt says slowly. He begins building the campfire himself.

"I imagine they teach wilderness survival to baby witchers at witcher school."

Geralt looks at him again and there's something different in his expression. The ghost of a smile? Jaskier doesn't quite know how to read it.

"Kaer Morhen," he says. "And yeah. Something like that."

"Oh?" Jaskier has to rein in his enthusiasm, his curious questions. Geralt so rarely reveals anything personal about himself or his past. Not that Jaskier has been forthcoming in that regard either. They live in the moment, day by day, but some context would help his creative process.

Besides all that, he genuinely wants to get to know Geralt a little better.

"Vesemir took me out into the forest one day. Gave me a knife and left me there for a month."

There is no bitterness in his words. If anything, the witcher sounds...almost fond. Nostalgic. Proud of his younger self for overcoming the challenges his mentors set before him.

It takes a moment for the true meaning of that to sink in and, once it does, Jaskier is horrified. His own parents weren't great, but even they would never simply abandon him.

"He just— like as a test— what—?"

"Real eloquent, bard. I doubt he had any choice. Probably wasn't even supposed to give me anything."

"How old were you?" he demands, unsure if any answer will make this revelation less abhorrent.

"Six? Seven? Maybe eight. I don't know." Geralt makes a gesture with his fingers and the pile of wood beneath his hand sparks with flame. "Not old enough to have learned Igni yet."

He can picture it, too, so vividly. Curse his dammed artist's imagination. Geralt, just a kid, alone and scared and definitely cold—because no one bothered to teach him how to start a fire.

"Stop it," the witcher snaps.

"What?"

"Looking at me like that. I'm fine. I was fine back then. Wasn't so bad at all compared to the Grasses. Vesemir came back for me like he said he would. I survived the trial—no, I didn't just survive; I exceeded all expectations, which is why they..." The witcher trails off. Takes a breath.

All of that... It's quite a lot of words for Geralt. Honest words, even.

It's his job to talk, to sing, to commit the most painful and difficult experiences to beautiful poetic verse. But Jaskier doesn't know what to say to his friend right now. Surely he has to say something.

"Geralt..."

"Don't waste your pity. Save it for the ones who didn't make it through. I did."

"Okay," the bard replies, careful and tentative. He isn't a brave man, nor a particularly kind one. But Jaskier considers himself an honest fellow so he adds, "Just because you made it through, you know, that doesn't mean what happened to you was all right, Geralt. Children aren't supposed to be left alone to fend for themselves."

The witcher laughs—a humorless, wretched sound. He doesn't say anything at all to that. Which is okay, really; Jaskier just needed him to hear it.

There is a long silence. The fire crackles. Jaskier absently strums his lute.

"You're gonna write a ballad about this, aren't you," Geralt says after a while.

"No!" Maybe. Yes. He won't perform it.

"Hm."

The fire crackles.

Quite out of the blue, Geralt tells him, "I befriended a wolf back then."

"What? You're joking!"

"Witchers don't have a sense of humor. Common knowledge."

"Common misconception. Most people are just stupid. No, hang on, stop distracting me—You had a pet wolf?!"

"Not a pet," the witcher corrects, smiling faintly. "Fangtooth was her own wolf."

"Fangtooth?" Jaskier repeats, struggling to contain his amusement. "Not Roach?"

"No."

"Forgive me, but that's adorable."

"I was just a child. I wanted to stay with her in the wilderness. Be a wolf, too. Or a knight." He shakes his head dismissively. Silly childish dreams.

"But you didn't," Jaskier says. And feels stupid for saying something so obvious.

"Too late for that," Geralt replies without reproach. "I was already a witcher."

"As a child, I wanted to run away and join the circus," the bard offers.

"Of course you did."

They're quiet for a moment then. Comfortable, shared silence. Just the sounds of birds and forest creatures, and Roach contentedly eating grass. The fire crackles.

"Geralt, will you teach me to light a fire? Without witcher magic, obviously, since I don't have any."

"Why?"

"Because...well, because I could be a more useful traveling companion. Like Fangtooth must've been."

"...Fine," Geralt agrees after some thought.

It is a skill he will be very grateful to have on freezing nights in the coming years, especially whenever the witcher is too injured or ill from those dreadful potions to help set up camp. He will try not to think of the child Geralt once was, subjected to horrific tests of his ability to survive all on his own.

Except he hadn't been on his own back then, not completely. And he isn't alone anymore, either.

#whisking canons and headcanons together until i get the hurt/comfort i need #this time it's twn jaskier and stuff but some hexer geralt backstory #the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier fic #witcher fanfiction #possibly part of a series where jaskier realizes how fucked up geralt's childhood was

[cryscendo]

“I don't think I can say no to you."

"You can say no," Kurt reminded, resting his forehead on Blaine's. "If you don't want to."

Blaine exhaled, the warmth from his prior sleep coating Kurt's lips like molasses. "I always want to," Blaine said. "I always want you."

treading water, an absolutely gorgeous fic written by @kurtsascot. i cannot recommend it enough. do yourself a favor and read it here.

#glee #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine #my stuff #my edit #klaineedit #gleeedit #kehedit #kurthummeledit #bdaedit #blaineandersonedit #kurtsascot #i couldn’t possibly sing the praises of this fic enough #i hope you love this genevieve <3 #fic rec #fic: treading water

[remedyturtles]

hey @teainthesnow i want amw and dw to meet in the @tmntaucompetition so badly ...

[]

“Hey, quick question!” Leo said, stopping the newest Leo in his tracks. This one looked pretty cool with that scarf, though the missing hand sucked.

“Yeah?” The alternate Leo asked, a little wary, eyes tracking and stuttering on Leo’s beautiful custom arm. 

“Are you a two for one deal?” Leo asked, grinning full force. 

A small pause. Then a posture shift, a more excited smile in return — something Leo had never seen from the other side. “Hell yeah I am.”

“Dude!” Leo threw his hands in the air. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Me too!”

“You too?” 

Sensei stepped in, spine shifting and shoulders straightening, and that slightly deeper voice said, “Leonardo clown car, at your service. We heard there was another one of us and Leo insisted we find you.”

"You've found me! This is so cool, I had no idea there was anyone else like us." The alternate Leo eyed them as they swapped places, looking curious and interested.

"Hah. Hey, are there four people here, or is it just me?" Sensei said, eyes crinkling.

The other laughed. "That's so bad, I love it."

"He's the worst." Leo pushed him out of the way. "Hey, hey, do you want to arm wrestle?"

There was a pointed glance at the missing hand versus robotic arm given in return.

"No, no, with our normal arms. I wanna see like, who's stronger in which combination of who's in control." Leo bounced on his heels, giddy.

That wariness returned on the other's face, so Sensei stepped in, calming hand on Leo's metaphorical shoulder. "Sorry about him, he's pretty easily excited."

"Tell me about it." A faintly amused smile brushed away anything else. "Yeah, we could do that. But don't complain to me when you lose."

Sensei let his competitive gleam shine. "You're on."

Followed by a groan of the two younger Leo's. But they stole a table to test -- gaining quite the audience who had little context for what was going on -- and it was impossible to tell who won considering both sides cheated.

#fic stuff #death wish #tmnt au comp #at my worst #it is so healing to write dw leo having fun WAGH #you know he walked around the comp stopping every possible young leo asking ARE YOU A TWO FOR ONE DEAL? #and when he got a blank stare he was like IF YOU WERE YOUD UNDERSTAND WHAT I WAS ASKING BYE #rem fic

[chiropteracupola]

a wee dormouse perkins for @aranov!

#em draws stuff #em is posting about sharpe #sharpe #ben perkins #sharpe's rodents #<- tag for when I do things like this henceforth #I have had an amusing few days of having the cutest possible dormouse photo open on my computer #and then merrily saying 'I'm sending him off to die in the wars!' whenever someone asks about the sweet cozy little critter #this was not the original plan for this concept but ever since drawing the part of this with hagman holding him #I have been rotating a very silly au where instead of having perkins they just have. A mouse they found in someone's forage cap one time #whether or not that tale would end with him getting to be A Real Boy is currently a mystery <- I do not intend to write it but We'll See #stranger things have happened in my sharpe fic document to be sure

[karkatbug]

does anyone else have a to do list that includes shit like:

leave nice comment on [davekat] fic

queue more [davekat] posts on tumblr

do laundry [think about davekat laundry scene]

buy groceries

tweet "is it the middle of february yet" to try and manifest an early hs2 update

#ive only recently built back my habit of writing to do lists #and man its kind of embarrassing to look at #i write the fandom stuff as messy as possible so noone but me can decipher it but i truly gotta remind myself to leave comments on fics man #or it doesnt get done and that kills me #anyways where is karkat #its been 3 years #im fuckifng dyinf gscoob #homestuck #hstext #davekat

[thegeminisage]

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock, James T. Kirk & Thomas Leighton, James T. Kirk & Original Character(s) Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Anton Karidian | Kodos, Thomas Leighton, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Tarsus IV (Star Trek), Episode: s01e12 The Conscience of the King, Tense Changes, Blackmail, Trauma, Angst, Established Relationship, Flashbacks, Dark, Untagged Trope

AOS-style take on Conscience of the King. Twelve years after Tarsus IV and three months after dying to realign the warp core and save his ship, Jim Kirk seems to have a new lease on life: he's been resurrected, started pursuing a tentative new relationship with Spock, and has an entire five-year mission ahead of him. That is, until the attempted murder of an old friend forces him to divert the Enterprise away from her intended course and towards Planet Q. After a chance encounter on the planet's surface, new secrets about Jim's time on Tarsus IV come to light—secrets that threaten to destroy everyone he fought to protect, and the new life he's finally achieved. Some things you carry with you wherever you go.

#spirk #tarsus iv #conscience of the king #star trek #star trek fic #kelvin timeline #aos spirk #aos star trek #k/s #kirk x spock #aos #ok that's every possible tag i can think of that actually is relevant thanks and sorry. now for my personal ones #liz makes stuff #liz writes #gambler's knife #liz's star trek stuff #HOPEFULLY NOT THE ONLY THING IN THAT TAG...........i hope i make more one day #this was truly so much fun even though i am terrified about posting it #ok just gonna close my eyes and hit the button!!! #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[idesireelysian]

discovering their gun kink

how i think you would discover tokrev men’s gun kinks

characters: sanzu, naoto, mikey

wordcount: 0.6k

cw/tw: gn!reader, guns, gun kink, pet names (once; baby), slight talk of kink, suggestive but not nsfw, you can interpret this as a romantic relationship qpr fwbs etc tried to keep it ambigous but what’s established is that you’re fucking

☆—`sanzu

he’s known about his gun kink for a while now

has even lived out the fantasy with someone before you two started fucking

so he’s wanted to tell you for a while

he’s not insecure or embarassed about it at all but communication is kind of hard for him, which is why he thought he could maybe just hint at it. which didn’t work at all

one day, the two of you are on a party hosted by the haitani brothers

somehow, you end up playing truth or dare, and sanzu gets asked what one of his biggest kinks is

he admits that he has a gun kink

later, when you’re in private, you tell him that you’re surprised but certainly open to try it out sometime

he grabs your face and hungrily kisses you right then & there.

☆—`naoto

he hasn’t discovered his gun kink yet.

as a detective, he has his own gun. he decides to show it to you one day because you seemed interested

he lets you hold it and all that, but he unloaded it beforehand for safety

so you jokingly point it at him, slowly drawing closer

naoto doesn’t react at all, which is why you decide to only stop walking right in front of him. you lay a hand on his nape and hold the gun to his temple

so close to him, you can see a blush spread from his cheeks all the way up to his ears

he stays still, no signs of moving away. ,,y/n, can you put the gun down, please?’’, he asks, voice raspy

you do as you’re told, lowering your hand with the gun. ,,why’s that, though? i can see that you’re enjoying it, you know...’’

,,i just- i didn’t expect to get turned on by being held at gunpoint’’, he admits, not looking into your eyes

,,oh? if you want to, we can explore your newly discovered kink’’, you offer and smile

his blush gets even darker, and he nods. ,,please put it back on my temple’’, he asks shyly

,,of course, baby.’’ you shove him against the nearest wall and comply.

☆—`mikey

i feel like he straight up tells you tbh

you’re coming home after work, and see him standing in the kitchen, reaching for his beloved taiyaki

obviously, you decide to sneak up on him and hug him from behind. it earns you a surprised yelp

,,y/n! now you made me drop my food..’’, he complains, but doesn’t make any attempts to leave your grasp and pick it up again

,,yeah, yeah, love you too.’’ you roll your eyes, though can’t help to smile

mikey leans back into your touch, tilting his head back to look at your face

you gently kiss his forehead

,,more..?’’, he asks, and grins

you like kissing him anyway, so you comply, spinning him around to face you first

he immediately leans in to kiss your lips, trying not to smile too much to ruin it

after a few kisses, it starts to get more and more heated, and mikey’s clinging to your body, trying to find naked skin

you shove him against the counter, taiyaki long forgotten

,,y/n? could we.. try something a little more extreme today, maybe?’’, he asks against your lips

,,like what, exactly?’’

,,well, you know. i have a sort of gun kink..’’, he admits, looking right into your eyes. he isn’t ashamed of it

,,hm... sure, if you’d like that!’’ you smile, and cup his cheeks, pulling him into another passionate kiss.

#tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #mikey #sano manjiro #sanzu haruchiyo #naoto tachibana #mikey x reader #mikey x you #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you #naoto x reader #naoto x you #tw gun #have the most self indulgent hcs i could possibly write #remind me to never directly write on tumlr in mobile again bc you can’t copy shit so i had to count the words by hand. #suddenly got hyperfixated on writing x reader stuff instead of normal fics like i usually do ?? #idk. might post more in a few days might not idfk how my adhd brain works #i really wanna write smth for kisaki rn tho i just need a good idea

[yamisnuffles]

I know I'm not the first to say it, but everyone really should reread their own fic. It's such a treat lol.

#was rereading some AU stuff #both in prep of possibly writing more #and bc I had some art ideas I ws kicking around #and it's been long enough and my memory is bad enough #that it's all new to me lol #anyway possible ark art bc of canon stuff bringing feelings #and post s2 fic bc I keep thinking about it

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

I'm so ashamed of myself. I have done so much research for the 1930s noir fic and yet I missed this. I could have made them live through an extremely cold time, like, some of the most extreme weather in New York. February 1934. But nooo. I'm past that. I'm in early 1935. Fuck damn it.

#a biscuit's rambles #why didnt i research the weather earlier??? ive looked up incredibly specific stuff before #this is like the fifth time im googling the date of a jewish holiday in the 1930s to get a vague time frame #why didnt i think of the weather sooner????? #i am. SO. ANNOYED. at myself. it would have been PERFECT. make them almost freeze and stuff #UGH. so many opportunities and possibilities. make them even more bitter than before at all the suffering #like COME ON #i was TOTALLY SLEEPING ON THAT I AM AN IDIOT #my fics #waaaait i could just shove a oneshot in there. i can write a oneshot about such a situation. okay fuck yeah ik what im doing #rant is over i have found an alternative

[aimasup]

throws up my hands in mock resignation but also a hint of frustration Okay Valentino is a cool villain I guess

He's like. Genuinely unsettling. Wish the show struck a better balance with his character sometimes (like sometimes when he's onscreen I have to skip over because I feel queasy and sometimes he's so unsubtle he feels more like a prop than a guy who's going to be a Huge Deal in s2)

#why yes I have been reading some phenomenal fanfiction lately #a lesser me would be agonising over my inability to ever come close to matching the #masterfully characterised works of these talented WORD WEAVERS #but envy is a spoilt housepest and we must spend less time unleashing it upon new targets #instead let's talk about how these fics discovered its possible?? #to write Val as not only a 3dimensional character but a deeply horrifying person to WITNESS #to depict how he thinks and what he wants and what he contributes to the people around him #while acknowledging that his actions are supremely messed up #also without dumbing whatever the fuck is wrong with him down to just 'can't do math and needs a sippycup' #those jokes are funny but he's also a dealmaker #he doesn't need to be studied under a microscope! he needs to be gawked at in abject horror! Oh the Potential! #he needs to tell us more about how depraved hell can be by linking us to a portion of the culture full of the dead who cannot die! #anyways. rant over. uh I think I like valentino now? in the same way I like the old man villain from hunchback of notre dame. #just. (gestures) what is this dude. ew. oh my god #my post #personal stuff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #is this anything #again I am entrenching on dangerous territory of 'expectations for this media I consume' #he really doesn't need to be written all shakespearean-like #too attached mayhaps #delete later #honestly worried that if the show does reveal his backstory or whatever it'll try to paint him in a sympathetic light #and then the online arguments will be a headache for a month #villain with tragic backstory ≠ sympathetic villain

[not-freyja]

Nearly 200k words in and Vio finally came up to me, tapped me on the arm and politely asked for the talking stick. I was so happy to give it to him! He’s never had it before…

The bastard is now using it to stab me right in the heart. This one is going to be rough.

#freyja writes fic #this is an adjuration #wip stuff #guys I’m not joking #this chapter is getting fucking trigger warnings #I thought I knew #I thought I understood #vio is more fucked up than I thought possible #vio link