#r’s 3k

[oncasette]

i have another one! merlotte’s for jamie tartt 🤭

to all the bitch ass hoes that hate me the most, oh yeah i hate you too

#r’s 3k #jamie tartt

[peachebo]

I remember I had a concept about alternative ending of sl where michael brings ennard home and jus lives very normal life with a killing machine...

also here's ennard with da cat

#yep they are besties in my head #also sibling coded not only bc elizabeth but ennard taking michael clothes to cover themselves when going outside #i am having thoughts about them like a lot #fnaf #michael afton #ennard #fnaf sister location #cat #2k... #3k..... #4k!!! #5k??!! #6k wha- #7k guys r u crazy... #8k #9k bro #10k happy new year!!

[pocketgalaxies]

"i'll go ahead and retrieve the payments to the mighty..seven"

"nein."

"???"

"we lost two, in the sewers."

#3h18m c2e10 #sc #critical role #cr2 #cr lb #fjord cr #r: mighty nein #c2 top table #travis willingham #marisha ray #liam o'brien #1k #3k #cr things

[lyricsandsuch]

"What is your woman? Is she just a container for the child?"

—Frank Ocean; Pink Matter FT. André 3000

#frank ocean #pink matter #channel orange #lyrics #music #r&b #rap #rap lyrics #r&b lyrics #song lyrics #pink + white #lost #pyramids #super rich kids #andre 3000 #andre 3k

[cuubism]

fem dreamling my loves! this was originally inspired by @pies-in-the-skies gorgeous perfect art (check it out. admire it. adore it) but i got kind of sidetracked so i figured i'd post separately rather than appending so as not to derail the art.

10% engagement photos! and 90% rambling about dream's relationship with art, which is my greatest passion

--

Convincing Dream to have engagement photos taken might just be Hob’s greatest coup. She’s still not sure how she quite managed it. Granted, she had asked between kisses, but Dream had still seemed amenable to it the following morning.

Photos. Of Dream. What a thought.

It’s proving a dangerous one, though. For Hob’s sanity. Seeing Dream in her elegant dress, under lights, hair spilling from its updo to trail over her shoulders. Hob was incapable of handling Dream on a normal day, never mind like this.

Earlier, she’d had Dream sprawled out below her, like an offering. Like the most beautiful thing Hob had ever seen. Hob had run her hands over her, just because she could, touched her fragile throat, the hard line of her collarbone, the hollow of her stomach as she breathed, the jut of her hips, the curve of her thigh, touched her everywhere. Dream had watched her, eyes half-lidded. Enjoying the attention as always.

Hob had run a finger over her brows, her temple, the sharp angle of her cheek, her nose, her lips, dipping into her mouth. During a private moment, slipping a hand under the neckline of her dress, tracing the curve of her breast. Thumbing over her nipple.

Dream had raised an eyebrow at that, but didn’t say anything. Instead she took Hob’s hand, brought it to her lips, and nipped at her fingertips.

It had taken Hob a while to recover her composure and remember that this was not what photoshoots were for, actually.

Now, Hob is the one looking up at her, absolutely relishing in the view. Their photographer really did know how to pick a pose, this is glorious. Dream has a hand on her shoulder, pressing lightly, almost possessive. She looks carved of marble, dress draping over her bony frame, aristocratic face turned off to the distance.

“You’re so gorgeous in that,” Hob says. “So gorgeous. You look like a Roman goddess. One of those statues they have in museums.”

“I was a Roman goddess,” says Dream. “In a manner of speaking.”

“You’re my goddess,” Hob says, which is a sickening line but it gets a tiny, humored smirk out of Dream.

“Trite,” she says.

“Well, you’re the wordsmith between us. Princess of Stories. I only wish they could capture that on camera.”

“It has taken me some time to properly catch up on this art form,” says Dream. “When I… left, photography was not what it is now. But. I do believe the camera tells its own kind of tale.”

“Wise artist,” Hob says, and kisses the back of her hand, so full of fondness for her delicate, thoughtful fiancée – fiancée! – that she could burst.

She had been surprised by how easily Dream had taken to the rapid changes in art and stories over the century she’d been gone. It would be a lot for anyone to take in, especially a creature who could feel, hear, see, all of it, all at once. But Dream has taken it in stride, learning as she goes.

It’s been fascinating to watch the being who inspires these dreams learn of them from the outside. Hob has shown her so many films, and she seems enamored with each one. Cinema had, after all, still been in its infancy back in the 1910s. “Very dreamlike,” Dream had observed, after the first one they had watched, the echo of a memory in her eyes. “I recall meeting Méliès in Paris. A singular and whimsical soul. I’m glad to see they have taken up his torch.”

God, she really did just know every artist, didn’t she?

She’s missed a lot of them, though. She’s missed so much dreamlike art, the art of fantasy during the many wars, the art of post-industrialization, surrealism, Dada, post-modernism, the advent of comics, the advent of animation, all of radio, and television, and on and on and on and it hurts Hob’s heart to think of but she does love seeing Dream’s wonder in witnessing it now.

For all that she plays at stoicism and misanthropy Dream has such a genuine love of art and storytelling, and it still breaks Hob’s heart to think of her alone and cut off from it all for so long. Left to only her thoughts, which Hob knows well are turbulent at best.

She knows that Dream has seen all of it, now, in its scattered form in the Dreaming, but Hob is determined to let her experience it like a person, too.

Dream is of course, herself, also a piece of dreamlike art.

“Come down here,” Hob says, tugging on her hand.

Dream frowns, but drapes herself beside Hob on the settee, propping her head on her arm.

“I wanted to see the art up close,” Hob explains, with a grin.

“I don’t think that is the point of this exercise,” Dream says, but doesn’t move away.

“I still can’t believe I actually convinced you to let yourself be photographed,” Hob admits. “Would’ve thought you’d prefer to whisp away like a dream and never be recorded.”

“I have been drawn infrequently in this form, it is true,” Dream agrees. “Such is my nature. Artists may try, but art of dreams is always an abstraction.”

“Nobody can capture the true you, then?” Hob teases, brushing a strand of Dream’s hair behind her ear and letting her hand linger there, cradling her face.

Dream’s smile echoes with the deep knowledge and mystery of all the thousands of years of her life. “Because it is an abstraction does not mean it is not true.”

“Wise philosopher,” Hob murmurs. “C’mere.”

Dream leans into her arms, and Hob kisses her, tasting the fine line of her mouth, hands running up the sharp angles of her back. She distantly hopes their photographer, currently on a short break, might actually capture this moment, private though it is.

“Do not show these to anyone else,” Dream murmurs, and ah, maybe they did capture this on camera, and only Dream can see it from her angle.

Hob laughs, a breathy thing against her mouth. “God, no. Those are just for me. Although I do love having you on my arm. Showing you off. Prettiest thing in the world that you are.”

Or being on her arm, as it were, for Hob has attended a fair number of cryptic supernatural events in that manner.

“Such a flatterer. One might think you are only around to stoke my ego.”

“Aren’t I?” Hob kisses her again, soft and sweet and lingering. “Not that it needs any more stoking.”

“Oh, but it likes it.”

Hob kisses along her throat, under the hinge of her jaw. “I’ll bet.”

They kiss until it gets to the point where it’s starting to feel a little much for a setting where other people could appear at any time. Although… a proper boudoir session. It’s a compelling thought. A very compelling thought, even if those photos might actually kill Hob instantly.

“What else do you want to do on your day off, oh dream lord?” she asks, instead. “Considering I’ve roped you into my own machinations for half of it.”

“It’s been no burden,” says Dream. She smirks. “I have been suitably bribed with compliments.”

“Cheeky.”

“What shall we do with our evening?” Dream muses. Then grins, and it’s— it’s rare, that grin. A smile of genuine delight that breaks through her usual seriousness only on the slimmest of occasions. God, Hob loves that smile. “Movie.”

“Of course. I should have guessed.” Hob rolls onto her back, dragging Dream with her. This has become a common occurrence on days Dream permits herself a break from her never-ending work. Sometimes, Hob will take her out to the cinema properly, but more often than not they just end up on Hob’s couch, Dream sprawled across Hob’s lap, Hob stroking her hair as she watches whatever they’ve put on with absolute fixation.

“Netflix and chill,” so to speak, does not work with Dream. She’s far too committed to whatever story she’s dived into to be distracted. She watches films like they’re devotionals written for her, and maybe they are. Dreams captured momentarily in a frame.

Never separate a dream lord from her dreams.

Netflix then chill usually ends up happening, though.

“A movie it is, my liege,” Hob says, and Dream smiles, satisfied.

Least it’s not YouTube. Matthew had attempted to explain YouTube to Dream a while back, and it had been a horrifying experience, although her pinched, perplexed expression had been so adorable. Should Hob find a dream lord adorable? Oh well, she did anyway.

Later, Hob had given Dream her laptop to play around with, and found her still there many hours later, squinting at the screen, where a YouTube video was playing. Hob had no idea what was going on in this video, it was some kind of surreal, hypnotic animation.

“There is… so much, Hob,” Dream had said, sounding awed.

“Yeah, and a lot of it is shit, I’m afraid to tell you.”

But Dream just repeated, in a whisper, “There is so much,” and Hob’s heart hurt but in a good way, such a good way.

Hob had yet to try to explain TikTok to her. Not so much because of the horrors contained therein – when she really thought about it, Dream had seen and known every deep horror that had ever crossed the human psyche and could probably be fazed by very little – but rather because Hob was a bit worried she might just lose her into the endless scroll of content.

Give a dream lord an app full of the chaotic mess of dreams and only God knew what might happen.

“You spoil me,” Dream murmurs now, running a delicate hand up and down Hob’s arm.

Hob laughs. “You ask for the smallest things, love. Ask me for the world, and I’d give it to you.”

“I already have your love,” Dream says, bright-dark glimmer in her eyes were she looks down on Hob. “That is no small thing.”

Hob’s love for Dream is in fact very big inside her. “No, I guess not. But it’s easy to give.”

“And you say that I am an impossible creature.” Dream touches her face with light fingertips. “Although, I have found that…” she considers her words. “It has not been so hard to take, either.”

What it means to hear that from the woman who’d literally run the first time Hob had called her a friend. Hob doesn’t think Dream knows how it feels to her. She’ll probably never quite know, but that’s okay.

“Good.” She threads a hand in Dream’s hair, throat tightening. “Good, my darling. Good.”

#they r having the sluttiest time at the engagement photoshoot lmao #unprofessional behavior #dreamling #fem dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #my writing #pies-in-the-skies #i'm still trying to finish nano. i have 3k left. wish me godspeed

[meatexe]

whoa

#there r 3k of u here hi hello #um amazed tht i got here bc i block everyone who even looks at me but also #3k is like 2k too many n i wanna delete n start over now #might do a purge or something there r a lot of u n i would be flattered if i didnt have social anxiety sjnfhd

[apollos-boyfriend]

thinking back on it i feel so bad for any of my middle school english teachers because i was 100% insufferable to have

#icarus speaks #i was SUCH an overachiever but only when it came to english #bc i Loved reading and writing #like. would get in trouble for reading in class levels of stuff #in 6th grade we had to read like. i think 100 pages? it wasn’t a lot #and log them + vocab words over winter break #i think. iirc. i read either 5k or 10k #and logged EVERY vocab word i found #then in seventh grade we had a month-long essay/research doc #where we had to pick a book. read it throughout the month. and then write about it #i finished the entire thing the Day after it was assigned #and THEN in 8th grade we had to write i think a minimum of 3k words #of a creative writing piece where you expanded upon an epilogue of the giver #i wrote. 10k words. #these r just my Biggest infringements but by god 😭 #very surprised none of my teachers snapped and just killed me #it would’ve been. extremely justified

[i23kazu]

thank u for 2.8k :3

#hehehehee we r so close to 3k uueueue #[📍regular broadcast!]

[gingerbreadmonsters]

it's okay i can take my time this is a leisure activity vs give me my fucking dopamine NOW

#we r deep in the wip at this point and im experiencing fic finish dopamine withdrawals 🫠🫠 #if i keep going at the current pace there's approximately 4 or 5k left of this one #which considering i am 7.5k in rn is not THAT bad #its been much much worse before lol #i think i am just a leetle fic fatigued with it yk #like i set out to write a cute little 3k snackette #and its absolutely monstered me #if i come up with smth cool i might do another wip post just for fun today

[oncasette]

HOTSHOT, LOUISIANA. games! (fmk, cyma, fuck marry kill, association*, etc.)

cyma characters you write for!

you as scott lang

@lyndys as sarah cameron

@inklore as ferris bueller

@bruisedboys as bradley bradshaw

@gretagerwigsmuse as andrew neiman

@inkluvs as kate bishop

@ladylannisterxo as kevin dolenz

@sebsxphia as ted lasso

@ikissdin as eric northman

#ask box #r’s 3k

[ladespeinada]

am i, a retired fanfic veteran, once again writing fanfic? and it’s for the bear? yes, apparently. i’m even working on a damn playlist 😭 it's not even like, fully in theme with the fic itself, it's just songs that feel important at the moment (this fanvid was the starting inspiration). missing a few songs i'm not quite sure should be included, and also this remix!!!

#the bear #the bear hulu #also by retired i mean the last fanfic i ever wrote & published was on quizilla or live journal i think lmaoooo #also i feel like syd would listen to sad bachata songs but i need to find the right ones #but also she mostly listens to a lot of r&b in general but i could be basing that on me and what i listened to when i worked in a kitchen #i’m posting this mainly so i can keep myself accountable to finishing said fic #which is currently looking like it'll clock in at 3k words minimum lmao it just keeps going

[bright-and-burning]

over 1k written 2nite... i am a God

#theyre not very good words. like i am Not satisfied w how they sound. but they r in sentences 4 sure! #rip to the days when i could bust out 3k words in a few hours and be completely happy with them. lol #it'll take like two or three passes over for me to feel good abt these ones but that's ok!

[hannie-dul-set]

only have 2-ish scenes left for the ricky fic 😭😭😭.

#i say 2-ish bcs they're long scenes. maybe 3k words each AHAHAAHHA #i can finish it soon but the problem is i don't have free time anymore 😭 #i was able to write 3-4k a day prior but today i only got a few hundred words in ugshsjsjs #my finals r next week and i have a few papers on my plate. but i'm hoping to squeeze out the fic by weekend #while im still very inspired for it HAHAHAHAHA #anyway it's almost 5am i have to wake up in 3hrs gnight #answering asks when i have the time!!!! huhuhu

[bakatenshii]

Hiya! I love your writing and ive been following your blog for a couple of years now (2-3 I think) and I just wanted to say how much I appreciate and adore your writing! Thank you so much for all you’ve written! Ive not been on tumblr much the past few months, and I’ve found that many of my favourite writers are leaving and deactivating their accounts, which is such a pity although completely understandable! Tumblr can be a pretty sucky platform for writers unfortunately :/ anyways I just wanted to thank you for your writing, it’s absolutely gorgeous and your style inspirational! I hope you keep writing, on or off tumblr, as you truly have a gorgeous and unique style! Thank you so much for all your contributions and I hope you’re having a lovely day!!

NONNIEEEEE oh my god oh my god hi hello I am going to sob first and foremost so im gonna get all snotty all over this ask wozooqjzlaozo but thank you so much? genuinely genuinely this means more than u can imagine and I aaAAAAA (being off tumblr and on and off writing ((mostly off oop)) really shows via my decline of the eng language clearly HAHAHA I can’t even articulate properly)

THANK U FOR BEING HERE FOR SO LONG?? AND REMEMBERING ME?? AND JUST. IT FEELS LIKE COMING HOME AND THEN SEEING ALL MY OLD FRIENDS AND THE NOSTALGIA IS A LIL NUCLEAR AND IM JUST SO EMOTIONAAAAAAL AAAAAA

Thank YOUUU for being on here and reading and being so so so lovely to me AND ALSO. im gonna go hide in the tags actually but I owe u my life I am kissing all ur fingers nd toes and maybe lips I’m infinitely happy that ur still here after all this time on this platform, I hope u are having the best day (and the best past few years whilst I’ve been mia <333)

#urusai! baka #OH MYGUAIZIAOZOAKZPIAOAOAO #U DONT UNDERSTAND HOW THIS MADE MY DAY MADE MY WEEK MADE MY ??? MONTH #ILYSM GENUINELY SO SO #I CAME TO CRY ABOUT UR LOVELY COMPLIMENTS IN MY TAGS #BECAUSE I COULDNT DO IT OUT IN THE MAIN POST IM #KICKING MY FEET BLUSHING RUNNING LAPS IN MY BEDROOM AND TAKING COLD SHOWERS #thank u so much for just. ur #idek i never know what to say when someone compliments my writing because im simultaneously combusting at the praise and being seen and just #its so !!!!! thank u for recognizing (??? not the right woed for this but) it and im so happy u like it!!!! #I am working on a fic!! 3k in!! it was going strong and then i got distracted by irl axooaz but its a partner fic with rae rae and SHES #BASICALLY DONE HERS SO IM GONNA QORK HARD TO GET BACK INTO MINE #I love writing sm i just waterboard myself with wips a lil hehe #but hopefully i am praying i xan finish smth for once (again finally) #also re: writers leaving— its so sad and i get itttt and I MISS EVEDYONE ON HERE AND TOSAY I ACC JUAT GOT A TIKTOK FROM 2020 HQ AND IT MADE #ME WANT TO CLAW MY FLESH OFF MY BONES AND FEED IT TO A TIME MACHINE SO I CAN LIKE #PERMANENTLY LIVE IN THAT TIMEEEW AAAA ok ok anyways #i love u pls stay and this msg made my heart explode like a supernova #u r near nd dear to my heart everyone from that time is automatically i am latching onto u all #kissing u loving u hoping the past fww yeass have been amazing for u <33333

[hazeism]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gol D. Roger/Silvers Rayleigh Characters: Gol D. Roger, Silvers Rayleigh, Roger Pirates (One Piece), Crocus (One Piece), Laboon (One Piece), He's there! yay whale! Additional Tags: umm?, Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Is that what this is? Sickfic?, Terminal Illnesses, Pre-Canon, oh yeah it's not a work of mine without, Sharing a Bed, lol, Missing Scene, missing scenes plural really but like. loosely. ahah., I feel like I need to edit this one quite a bit so. fair warning Summary:

The first time Roger coughs himself breathless, Rayleigh is adrift, eyes narrowed and hands instantly shooting forward to catch his slumping captain, sliding palms beneath his shirt to feel the spasm of those sturdy ribs, so much Rayleigh’s keel around which he constructs himself--now quivering under his fingers. 

(Saccharine read, such a sentimental novel. Give you cavities if it doesn't drive you to the bottle.)

#this was for an event I think #back in 2020 #maybe I should start tagging my writing with. when it was written. since most of these cross-uploads are super old now #tag later #queue #prose #text #1k-3k #gol d. roger #Silvers Rayleigh #my ship name for them is r^2 but I don't know what people on tumblr call them #one piece #I think those are all the tags

[autistic-katara]

how. literally how

#i refuse to believe that there’s only 3k adventure time fics on ao3 #what happened #is there a secret fandom tag i don’t know? #did almost everyone delete their fics a few years ago #does this fandom mostly use wattpad? #i genuinely cannot believe there r so little fics #ao3 #adventure time