#road to 10k

[quawnaime]

New video

#youtube creator #small youtube #youtube gaming #youtubers #new youtube videos #youtuber #youtube videos #youtube gamer #gaming videos #gaming #YT gaming #mario kart #mario kart 64 #nintendo #nintendo 64 #nintendo mario #super mario #mario #mario bros #road to 10k #new #Youtube

[u3pxx]

my 10k dtiys idea all involve apollo kim and chilchuck and is it a ploy to get my aa followers to draw dm and de, my dm followers to draw aa and de, and my de followers to draw aa and dm? mayhapsth.

#ASKSKSK #insane to think were on the road to 10k wheezes #sunnysiderambles

[dnffics]

fueled by the pyre of your enemies

by indigoh

Rated E, 12.5k words

Tags: Road Trips, Hurt/Comfort, Marriage, Sexual Content

Summary:

George has been sleeping his days away lately. Dream tries to keep him up with funny TikToks and kisses, but George is stubborn, and realistically, Dream knows that George is his own man, and that he can’t just force him to do what he wants. They’ve been like yin and yang in a way – two opposite forces working beautifully together: Dream can’t sleep; sleeping is all George can do.

Or, Dream has always been there when George gets sad.

#mod.recs #dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #dnf fic #oneshot #10k-25k words #road trips #hurt/comfort #marriage #nsft #rated e #indigoh

[profoundbondfanfic]

Broadway Musical

Broadway Musical by Griftings Rating: Mature Word count: 12k

This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle. The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at. Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.

Behold—it’s time for the glorious union between Dean Winchester and Joanna Harvelle, an event set in motion and finally come to fruition! Their coupling will bring forth two sons, set to become the vessels of Michael and Lucifer to bring about the end of days! The angels are atwitter, the seraphim are standing watch, the cupids are readying their arrows—

Only, none of their matchmaking attempts work, and the plan, ultimately doomed to fail from the start, finds its savior in one angel who takes it upon himself to step up to the plate with his new vessel, Jimmy Novak. Castiel finds more than he bargained for in the brilliantly burning soul of a green-eyed pincushion, and the fate of the planet hangs in the balance if Castiel can’t help bring about the end of days.

Heavily doused with gut-busting humor and peppered with characters from earlier seasons gone by, Broadway Musical tells an alternate retelling of Supernatural that’ll leave a stark impression on most any reader. Occasionally, I’ll come back to this piece and remember just how much I love it, from the storytelling to the wide array of characters, from angels to humans to even God Himself (in more of a Monty Python sense than Chuck.)

June will be this work’s tenth anniversary, and it’s definitely held its place in the Destiel lexicon. After all, what’s not to love about an accidental romantic comedy with an angel acting as his own accidental matchmaker?

#destiel #fic rec #mature #10k to 30k #canon verse #case fic #early seasons #road trip #humor #angels #author: Griftings #Broadway Musical

[accio-victuuri]

wang yibo - war of faith’s popularity on the iQiyi site has exceeded 9500

#wang yibo #wei ruolai #war of faith #road to 10k let’s gooooo 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

[storiesoflilies]

guys, metanoia is complete!!

however…

the SOLE reason why it is not being posted right this very second, is because i am overthinking the aesthetics of it (the dividers, pictures, blah blah…).

but anyways, tomorrow it will definitely be posted, because i have to sleep for work and for my own sanity.

hehe, BYE

Lily xo

#lily chats #metanoia #I overthink the aesthetics of things #because I KNOW that a nice looking post #will gain more readers and attention #yes I know #I shouldn’t be doing the numbers game #but I can’t help it #I have a personal goal of reaching 1K on a post #and I’m like a dog with a bone #I WILL NOT leave it alone #and if I reach 1K #what then? #well #the road to 10K? #LMAOOO I have a genuine problem #ok bye now #love you lots

[lauronk]

I saw bus emoji and now I must ask. Will new bus content happen soon?

🚌🚌🚌maybe🚌🚌🚌

hopefully within the next couple days actually. and i know i had posted earlier about a word count of 20K+ but i decided to split the chapter into two so that i could better flesh out some parts, upon the advice of a very wise friend (cough@march-flowerrcough) so it'll be shorter but still v long. i just have to finish edits on this bit!

#tbh i think this fic is gonna pass 100K words #because i already had another chapter planned that was probably gonna be 10K or so #it never ends #i really thought this would be a two-shot story #it's gotten so absurdly out of hand #but people seem to be enjoying it #and i enjoy writing it #on the road again (there i go) #aka bus fic #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel and ellie

[athina-blaine]

you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive (Nimona 2023) - Chapter 3 (Preview #1)

(Note: this is not the finalized draft; anything featured is subject to edits or deletion)

Chapter 2 (Recap)

As Ambrosius edged towards unconsciousness, he vaguely registered a harsh scratching noise, like nails scrambling against tile. Above him, someone yelled, followed by terrified screams and a mix of pained yelps and animal-like snarls. "Monster!" "Fucking hell–!" "It's got me, man, it's got my leg–!" The next thing he knew, the cadet's pinning weight disappeared, the shadows looming over him gone. The cadets had vanished, leaving Ambrosius alone on the hard floor, chest rattling as he struggled to breathe through the saliva and blood pooling in his mouth. Exhaustion enveloped him like a thick, suffocating fog. His body, heavy and sluggish, refused to cooperate as the adrenaline wore off. Despite his best efforts, his eyes started drifting closed. The last thing he saw was the muzzle of some creature as it stepped into his line of sight, its hot breath rustling his hair as it stared down at him with black, glittering eyes. Everything went dark.

Chapter 3 (Preview #1)

As Ambrosius regained consciousness, he gradually became aware that he was being slowly crushed.

Groaning, he writhed in discomfort, a dull, throbbing pain pulsating through his head. Prying his eyes open, he tried looking around, squinting underneath the harsh glare from bright lights above him. When he recognized nothing, panic squeezed his chest.

Before he could make sense of anything, however, a figure emerged above him, flashing a smile filled with impossibly sharp, jagged teeth.

Monster.

Ambrosius lurched upright, gasping as a wave of dizziness crashed over him and sent him toppling back down. Bile rose in the back of his throat and he had to screw his lips shut—the only thing that saved him from being sick was the fact that there was nothing in his stomach left to empty.

Struggling to keep his eyes open, he turned back towards the figure. “You …”

The shapeshifter’s grin widened. 

“Me,” she said. "Good to know your head isn’t completely meat-soup, nemesis. I was putting it at 3 to 1 against, personally.”

With a forceful swallow, Ambrosius attempted to lift himself once more, slower this time. The shapeshifter’s scarlet eyes remained fixed on him, shimmering with both curiosity and amusement. Human eyes, he noted. And yet, he had to fight back a surge of unease as he cast his gaze around the room, trying to take in his surroundings.

Instead of the trashed hotel lobby, he found himself inside a shabby, rundown shack of some kind. He was lying on a threadbare couch and had been buried under a truly staggering number of thick, fuzzy blankets. A fabric ice bag lay on the ground, melting in a small puddle of its own condensation; it must have fallen off his head just when he'd been shifting around.

He tried recalling those last few moments in the lobby, but his memory was a blur. There had been the cadets. Some kind of a commotion. The muzzle of a beast. And then, nothing.

Countless questions burned his tongue. When he opened his mouth, however, the shapeshifter shot out her hand.

“I already know what you’re going to ask,” she said, “and the answers are, in order: Here, there, don't know and don’t care, and, yes, this is a new top, thank you so much for noticing.”

Ambrosius blinked, wondering if perhaps his head had indeed been turned into meat-soup. She shot him an unimpressed look.

“Tough crowd. What, you hit your head or something?”

Laughing, she doubled over, slapping her knee. Ambrosius drew in a slow, deep breath, summoning all of his patience, and decided that it wasn't his head that was the issue here.

“Where are we?” he asked.

“Oh, nowhere in particular.” Leaning forward, she dropped her voice to a low whisper. “Just the hellscape that haunts the dreams of good men. Where hope goes to die.” Straightening, she threw her hands over her head. “Welcome to the evil lair, nemesis.”

From the corner of his eye, Ambrosius took in the shack’s dilapidated walls and the junk scattered across the floor. An old board game sat abandoned on the coffee table, surrounded by dirty dishes and an almost empty jug of soda. A pizza box lay tipped over on its side, a few forgotten pieces of crust still inside.

He scrunched up his nose. Well. It certainly wasn’t like any evil lair he'd ever imagined when he was a kid. 

“Where are the cadets?" he asked, turning back to the shapeshifter. "Where’s Officer Laurel?”

Pinky digging into her ear, she lifted a brow. “Officer who now?”

“She was with me at the scene. Dark hair? Wearing a uniform? ”

“Oh, her!” she said, wiping her finger on her pants leg. “Yeah. I ate her.”

Ambrosius’ jaw slackened. Her sharp smile didn’t abate. His eyes widened. “You–”

She shoved his arm. “Freakin' relax, dude, you’re as gullible as the boss, you know that?” Shrugging, she started picking at her teeth. “Eh, she took one look at me and hit the deck. Like, fainted, like in an old movie or something.” Her eyes grew thoughtful. “Wouldn’t it be funny if she thought I was trying to eat you? That’d be pretty messed up, right?”

Ambrosius grimaced. Poor Officer Laurel; he'd need to check in with her as soon as possible. “And the cadets?”

“Those guys? Had them screaming for the hills. I’m pretty sure one of them peed his pants. Always, always funny.” Her eyes jumped to something over Ambrosius’ shoulder. “Oops, hold that thought.”

Ambrosius' eyes followed the shapeshifter as she rounded the couch before they dropped to his hands, his head still trying to process everything. Feeling dangerously close to overheating, he wriggled out from under the mountain of blankets, tossing them aside before sitting up. As he pulled out his phone, however, he scowled; the device had been crushed. Most likely a result of the fight. Another issue on his ever-growing list of problems to deal with later.

Thankfully, the screen still lit up for him at his touch. Dialing the most recent number, mindful of the cracks in the glass, he gingerly brought his phone to his ear.

“Sir!” said a voice as soon as the call connected. “Thank Gloreth, I didn’t know– I saw the cadets scampering off and I went inside and I saw this– this–” 

“Officer–”

“Sir, I saw this wolf-bear thing standing over you!” she exclaimed, her voice sharp with panic. “I think I must’ve passed out because when I woke up you were gone–”

“I’m okay, Officer,” Ambrosius said. “The wolf-bear thing is a …” 

Friend? 

But the word fell apart on his tongue. “… It was trying to help.”

“Oh! Well, that’s– That’s good, then!” She let out a forceful exhale, the sound crackling through the receiver. “I’m not sure what I would have done if something had happened to you, sir.”

Embarrassment crashed over him, sinking to the pits of his roiling stomach. He still couldn't believe he'd let a bunch of academy rookies get the better of him. How utterly disgraceful. “I’m okay. I just wanted to check in with you, Officer, make sure you weren’t hurt.”

“Forget about me, sir, it was five of those bastards against one of you! Are you sure you’re alright?”

For the first time since regaining consciousness, Ambrosius took a moment to assess how he was feeling. The side of his face was stinging, his knee aching as if it were being stabbed with a hot poker. He ran his tongue over a gash in his bottom lip, nausea rising at the metallic taste that burst in his mouth. Dizziness teased the edges of his vision, the room rocking gently on its side. Likely the results of a concussion.

The old injury in his shoulder was throbbing, pulses of dull, tingling pain shooting down his arm. He must have pulled it when he’d been throwing his weight around. He hadn’t even noticed. 

“I’ll live,” was all he said. Sighing, he lowered his head into his hand, wincing as he brushed his nose. Broken. “I'm sorry for frightening you, Officer, it wasn’t my intention. For now, you should just try and put all this behind you and return to your regular duties. I’ll take care of everything from here.”

He’d need to file a report first thing in the morning, and he tried keeping his pessimism at bay at the thought of the uphill battle that awaited him. Rarely had the objectionable behavior of cadets resulted in more than a terse reprimand during his academy days, and he knew things would only be more difficult in the kingdom’s current frenzied, emotional state. After the events of tonight, he’d likely just be seen as chasing a vendetta; the disgraced knight, in cahoots with monsters and villains, seeking revenge against the youths entrusted to protect the realm. He ran the very real risk of blessing those drunk, violent clowns with martyrdom. In fact, it felt inevitable.

His one consolation was that perhaps it would smooth things over with Starcrest's CEO if he’d already completed the bulk of the paperwork necessary for an insurance claim. A paltry comfort after a disastrous day—but it was something.

It took a moment for him to realize he’d yet to hear a response from the patrolwoman. He frowned. “Officer?”

A watery sniffle sounded on the other end of the phone. Alarm shot through him. “Officer Laurel?”

“I’m so sorry, sir,” she said, her voice thick with misery. “I shouldn't have gotten you involved. None of this would have happened if I'd just tried harder sorting this out on my own."

His heart dropped, exhaustion settling over him like a heavy, smothering fog. “None of this is your fault. Your captain was wrong to put you in that situation in the first place. Rest assured, I’ll be filing a complaint with your senior staff first thing–”

"Frankly, sir, I don't give a rat's arse about my captain right now," she said, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. "They hurt you. You could have … you could have been … And it would've been all my fault.”

Ambrosius squeezed his eyes shut, guilt clawing at his chest. Of all the regrettable things to happen tonight, upsetting the patrolwoman might be the thing he regretted the most. “You did the best you could with the situation you were put in, Officer. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

She sniffled. “I'm sorry, sir. I just wisssshhhhzzzzzzztttt–”

Ambrosius flinched at the abrupt, strident static. “Hello? Officer?”

“Ssssszzzziiiiirrrrrrr–”

The line went dead. Ambrosius blinked, pulling his phone forward. The screen remained dark, however, and refused to respond to his attempts to turn it back on.

Cursing, he threw the device onto the coffee table and lowered his head, cradling his face. The patrolwoman’s melancholic words bounced around his skull, juxtaposed with the memory of the almost childlike delight in her eyes from earlier that night. It already felt like eons ago since he'd teasingly offered her an autograph—he should have known that he was setting himself up for disaster showboating like that. How would she look upon him now, if she saw him in this sorry, defeated state?

A dusty hand mirror rested on the coffee table. With a morbid curiosity, he picked it up, and, at the sight that greeted him, recoiled.

A furious, purpling bruise bled along the contour of his cheekbone and jawline, accompanying a bluish-black ring circling his now grotesquely swollen eye. Smaller bruises and cuts marred his lips and lower face from where the cadet had struck him, and the line of his nose had a slight crook to it. Broken, as he'd suspected.

The shadows beneath his eyes, a familiar sight in recent months and easily dismissed, now hollowed out his gaze with a stark, gaunt emptiness. He looked like a skeleton. A tired skeleton.

Tracing the discolored ring around his eye, Ambrosius tried to stamp down the hot, burning hopelessness constricting his chest. All the coverup in the world wasn’t going to fix this. He had no idea what he was going to do for the cabinet meeting tomorrow. He didn’t even want to think what Ballister was going to say.

Bal …

Amidst his brooding, he didn’t see the figure looming over him until it had leaned well into his personal space. When he noticed, he suppressed his urge to flinch. The shapeshifter grinned.

“You see a mirror and you just can't help yourself, can you?” she said, elbow resting on the arm of the couch. “I gotta hand it to you, though; you can really pull off a shiner.”

#nimona #goldenheart #fanfiction #fic #WOO i am COOKING yall #couldnt think of a better place to cut this off so take a big juicy preview for the road lmao #ambrosius and nimona's team building corporate retreat episode starts NOW :burning_elmo: #side note over 15 years ive been writing fic and i still grossly underestimate the final word count of my long fics #every time #give me a character introspection scene and ill take however many miles it takes to wrap around the moon #god help me if this gets to 10k words ...

[angeliteonfridgeduty]

Sorry for the delay on All That Stuff I Promised To Draw i have been doing things very important things like transporting Serial Designation V into the great road work ahead dimension and starting a war with the local roadkill cats in order to get their children i may or may not have also slaughtered roughly 500 vase-possessing demons in order to bring forth the V but that's unrelated

you get absolutely no context to this

fine. i give in. i'll give context for people that do not know what the heck. stare at the tags

#basically. sekaiju: a world of creatures. roblox game. #basically they have V as a 1/500 drop from a very specific type of creature there because apparently yes #i got her like yesterday and also unlocked the place serving as the bg for the art #its called the fracture but i call it 'the great road work ahead dimension' / just 'the road work ahead dimension' for no reason #and because the place contains like a 10k studs long road lmao #as for the 'roadkill cats' yeah there's like a creature inspired off of that existing there #and i beat the absolute solver out of quite a lot of those for the sake of trying to get precisely two #only got one tho. gave up while trying to get the second one and went to sleep #anyway yeah you uh. you know the context now lol. yw. #soup jar. that's it. that's all i'm willing to say #murder drones #sekaiju a world of creatures #art #silly #wow that's a lot of tags #yes i have gotten myself addicted to sekaiju like again #great #expect me to likely actually elaborate on the broken veil au at some point. i do not know when but at some point i likely will #this and the tags actually probably damn well count as sekaiju spoilers lmao #whoopsie.

[lilakennedy]

Phantom Pains Nose Kisses!

In which Gunnar’s lost senses run through Morrigan, which turns into a bit of a struggle when Morrigan & MC get closer - Little concept doodles for possible future Old Kings Road plans ♥

I have been meaning to doodle little things for the story since I started it, so I hope you guys enjoy these! :)

Read the story of Gunnar & MC here!

#sso #ssoblr #star stable #star stable online #gunnar thrymson #galloper thompson #morrigan #repost cause i had to fix something! sorry!! #is that an accepted hc on here? cause to me morrigan is his sight/smell/hearing and other small important sensations !! #i could write a whole 10k word paper on this HC i think about it so much JFHSJHDD #the subejct of your drawing has no facial expressions you can show? just use the mystical mist from an eternal injury to show it! lifehack. #lila doodles #Old Kings Road

[batwynn]

Can people please not be weirdly aggressive and nasty in my notes on one of my posts that’s not even remotely controversial? 🥲 Surely there’s someone out there shooting out a hot take dump somewhere on tumblr that you can get into it with in their tags?

#please just stop Jfc #personal #Batwynn talks #look I know I misspelled something #and apparently people have very strong opinions on fucking driving #but can some of you chill the fuck out in the notes and stop commenting #like really aggressive and nasty stuff? #I didn’t make a stupid poem comic about long drives to come kill your family or wtfever #or if you must comment on the spelling mistake don’t be a little shit about it like #I know #I’m not changing it now #it’s at 10k notes and no one will even see the update #that’s not how tumblr works unfortunately #also get therapy for your road rage that transcends actual physical driving #thank you this has been a psa

[atlabeth]

i actually think this is the most fun i’ve had writing in a long time idk what it is about this au but it’s such a joy

#it has hit 10k #i may have another 10k to go but we’ll see where the road takes me

[u3pxx]

😳😳😳

#sunnysiderambles #ROAD TO 10K BITCHHH haha just kidding .... #unless...? 😳 #aggfdsdghjjdh #thanks again <333 #ive been here for like a month or smth #thankiess TT #heres to hoping for more art to post here once my finals kick it

[profoundbondfanfic]

The Ber Months

The Ber Months by ImYourHoneyBee Rating: General Audience Word count: 3k

Dean Winchester's camera shoots in full, vivid colour, capturing the juxtaposition of joyful places and the loneliness that inhabits them. Castiel Novak takes gorgeous black-and-white photos. Stark in their colour palette, the pictures allow the vastness of human emotion to captivate its audience without distraction. Assigned to work together on the creation of a photo essay capturing autumn in America titled The Ber Months, their oppositional world views have an unhappy Dean reluctantly fascinated with Cas’s serenity.

I love Suptober. The lists get published and the creativity starts to flow and if you didn’t already know it, the Supernatural fandom is overflowing with creativity and incredible creators, and Suptober is one of the best times of the year to showcase that talent. 

This year has brought us so many stories and new art already, and we’re only a little over halfway through. One of those stories is The Ber Months. Now, I’m a sucker for photographer!Dean, so this was an easy one for me to choose, but having photographer!Cas too is just the gift that keeps on giving. The Ber Months is about two men who share the same passion for photography, but who look at it in completely opposite ways. Dean has a more jaded lens, wanting to share the raw reality of the world they live in, even at it’s darkest moments. Cas wants to share the beauty and joy in the world, the love people have not only for each other but for life itself. Together they are tasked with creating a fall themed coffee table book, and during the journey, they find something in each other. 

It’s a sweet story with incredible imagery, and Dean’s pov as he figures out a new way to see things while sharing a lot of fall themed moments with Cas. If you’re looking for a warm story that will make you want to visit a pumpkin patch and drink something warm, then The Ber Months is the fic for you. 

#destiel #fic rec #au #<10k #general audience #suptober #modern setting #photograph!castiel #photographer!dean #fluff #road trip #strangers to lovers #author: ImYourHoneyBee #The Ber Months

[prolibytherium]

Do you ever read something and go like holy shit did I write this in a fugue state? Are you me? Can we kiss? Do we have to kill each other?

#Kind of want to elaborate on this but I mostly don’t #All I’ll say is I was going through a bunch of tabs I had open from like. Maybe October as a #‘read later’ thing and encountered something that not only is alarmingly similar to some things #from my Great American Novel monk road trip story but also they linked one of my favorite songs which is like #pretty obscure. 10k total plays on spotify. I’ve posted it here. #Tge writing itself is nothing like my style but the core contents kind of are in a major way #Freakish

[ackee]

having a whole account away from fandom is SO sexy like... i dont have to mince words abt how i feel abt prosh/ppers or w/e or get followed by weirdos at all since i only draw my ocs... god is good amen

#the road of being an oc artist is a lonely one but by GOD is it peaceful! #when i had 10k followers i had to be nice. i just tell people to die now #txt