#so um.. i wrote this lol

[qarameiio]

[..]

Wilbur's gaze falls wearily past his column of cigarette smoke. Past the bleary gray of nicotine, a bouquet of yellow flowers swims into view, uncharacteristically vibrant against the muddy concrete; clasped around their stems were the small hands of a little girl.

"Papa?"

Behind the flowers was a little face, framed by curly auburn hair; the sun turns her chocolate eyes golden as they stare innocently at him. Wilbur's jaw goes slack.

She's the spitting image of all the people he's ever loved.

🌻🌻🌻

#qsmp fanart #tallulah qsmp #wilbur soot fanart #c!wilbur #q!wilbur #i had a pretty awful evening today #had one of them neurodivergent crying meltdowns #so um.. i wrote this lol #sorry if its a little corny #im not very good at writing #my fart

[jamieedlund]

Thesis wip 📝and a bunch of September doodle dump. I've been very sick lately so my thesis work got delayed quite a lot 😢 Happy late mid-autumn! 🍂🎃🧡

#I wrote in the images so click on it if you wanna read more #there's the alt button #my art #tdp #aaravos #callum #the dragon prince #doodle #tdp callum #tdp aaravos #soren #idk if i should tag him #he only showed up in 1 brainrot lol #in the thesis wip #because my line art is very indecisive #i accidentally made it looked like aaravos is breathing #i thought it was cool #um yea that's all #I'm slowly recovering from being sick #hope you all had a nice september

[twistedappletree]

Thinking about Lan Sizhui teaching Jin Ling how to play guqin.

Thinking about Jin Ling absolutely bored to tears by the fundamentals until he hears how beautifully Lan Sizhui plays and suddenly takes an interest (in the guqin, definitely the guqin, he’s interested in the guqin only, okay??)

Thinking about Jin Ling practicing outside of classes because he wants to impress Lan Sizhui by how much he’s improved and wants to make him proud and wants to see his face light up with a smile—I mean, what? No no no, he just wants to show initiative to learn, that’s all there is to it, nothing more. Nothing at all.

Thinking about Lan Sizhui finding Jin Ling asleep on his guqin after a night of wearing himself out with extra practice and gently waking him up to safely escort him back to his room so he doesn’t get caught by their seniors. Meanwhile, Jin Ling sleepily leans against him on the walk back to his room because it’s normal, he’s just tired, it’s obviously normal because Lan Sizhui slips his hand into his and smiles and Jin Ling’s heart feels like it’s on fire. Oh no.

Thinking about Jin Ling opening up to Lan Sizhui about his nightmares from all the trauma he’s endured and Lan Sizhui staying to play guqin for him until he falls asleep, each note chasing away every bad dream that tries to disturb him.

Thinking about them practicing guqin alone together the next day. And the day after. And the day after that—and they really are practicing but it’s a little hard to focus when Lan Sizhui keeps putting his hands over Jin Ling’s to move them to the correct strings, and Jin Ling’s face is a breath away from Lan Sizhui’s every time he leans over to help him.

It’s just guqin practice, that’s all there is to it, perfectly normal. 🩵💛

#zhuiling #blorbo thoughts on the morning bc their tags are being filled with boring discourse again and i need something cute and fun 😭 #ONLY tagging as zhuiling too since main tags always attract fanon-obsessed antis for some reason LOL #anyway #this is a v aspec activity too bc JL definitely would want to learn and become the best he can possibly be at anything really #and LSZ definitely would want to teach and be an effective teacher #also #JC asking JL what he’s learned so far and JL is like ‘um…. uh….. um if you pluck the string by the thingy it…. does a thing???’ #he’s learned stuff for sure it’s just hard to think after being alone with your crush aishajhd go easy on him JC lmaooo #apple babble 🍎 #also guys reminder to read my faq and blacklist zhuiling tag if it bothers you #I don’t waste time fighting people about fictional characters on the internet 🤷‍♀️ #this is my space and I’ll post whatever I want thanksssss 🩵💛🩵💛 #I actually already wrote a lot of this into a fic ahahaHAHA #it’s the companion fic to the manor fic tho so it’ll be a hot minute before it’s posted

[felizusnavidad]

hi 🥰 what are your favourite and least favourite songs from each Taylor’s album and why? ✨

✨ TAYLOR SWIFT ESSAY ✨

this is going to be hard, but i'll try my best... i'm going to include all taylor's versions & vault tracks of course. WARNING: some of my opinions are controversial, sometimes i'm rude, don't read it if you're a sensitive swiftie.

DEBUT 🤠

FAVOURITE SONG: mary's song - great storytelling - what i love the most about taylor - she just tells you a story & you can see it all happen in your head, one of my favourite lyrics on the album, i love the production, i remember i used to cry to this song when i was a teenager so maybe it's just my sentiment... LEAST FAVOURITE SONG: a perfectly good heart - i mean... do i even have to say anything? it's just such a boring song (sorry) & the lyrics? not that great either.

FEARLESS (taylor's version) ✨️

FAVOURITE SONG: mr perfectly fine - i'm not the biggest country taylor fan anymore (i used to be) but shit this one slaps, i love sassy taylor, "but it's wonderful to see that you're ok!" - my favourite line for sure (the way she sings it!!!), i just loooove singing it & like... everything about this song, really. LEAST FAVOURITE SONG: bye bye baby - i despise this song. now - before you all come at me, you have to understand one thing (pun intended) - this used to be my favourite unreleased taylor song back when it was called... "one thing". i absolutely hate all the lyrics changes, i fucking hate that she changed the title, I CAN'T STAND THIS WEAK PRODUCTION (sorry jack, i still love you), this song used to be powerful... now it's just boring. seriously guys, just listen to both & decide which one is better.

SPEAK NOW (taylor's version) 💜

FAVOURITE SONG: long live - i think i don't even have to explain, this is our song & it always will be our song... i still remember little me coming back home from school & watching speak now tour almost every day, this song brings back so many memories... the bridge is everything, it always makes me cry like a baby... can't wait to hear it live in a couple of months! LEAST FAVOURITE SONG: superman - wow, i just realized i like every single song on speak now & i am choosing this one only because i like it a little less than the others, it still slaps, especially taylor's version - it's much better than the og one.

RED (taylor's version) 🧣

FAVOURITE SONG: all too well 10 minute version - i think i even wrote an essay before about how much this one means to me, call me basic, i don't care, i've been waiting nine fucking years for this version, i will die for this song, it's my child, no one gets it like i do, i just can't pick any other song because this one is better than all the others from all the albums. LEAST FAVOURITE SONG: we are never ever getting back together - i mean... it's not like i hate it, but it's just a skip for me... red is my favourite album & i love that it's so all over the place, but this one just... doesn't belong here. like at all. and it's not the best taylor's lyrics ever.

1989 (taylor's version) 🗽

FAVOURITE SONG: wonderland - this song is just doing things to my brain, holy fuck, i love everything about it, the production is just so incredible i wanna fucking scream, the lyrics, "& in the end in wonderland we both went mad!", this is just a perfect pop song, the worst thing is that this album is full of bops, but this one has a very special place in my heart & i could listen to it on repeat for hours. LEAST FAVOURITE SONG: bad blood - it's a good song & i like it, i don't hate it so don't hate me, it's just the one that is not really my favourite & i don't know what else i can say about it (kendrick lamar version is definitely better)

REPUTATION 🐍

FAVOURITE SONG: getaway car - one thing you need to understand is that... i used to hate this album - on my first listen i was like "what the fuck is this" & i was just laughing... sorry for speaking my truth (i love it now, ok?)... getaway car was the only song i liked on my first listen, like really liked, loved even. it has such a broadway vibe for me, i can't explain. i love the lyrics, i love that i could actually relate to this song at one point in my life, it's just so good. it's great. amazing even. still best song on the album. LEAST FAVOURITE SONG: so it goes - it's so fucking boring OMG it's been years & i still don't even remember... how it goes. i'm being serious, i don't remember the melody, i think i just probably listened to it once & never again & i don't even want to, i'm sorry (i'm not).

LOVER 🩷

FAVOURITE SONG: death by a thousand cuts - y'all need to stop with this cruel summer shit, it's a good song but it's so overrated at this point, have you ever heard about dbatc? the production? the bridge? HAVE YOU HEARD? this may be one of taylor's best songs ever, this is my baby & my first url was inspired by this song (i joined tumblr in lover era), i am dbatc stan first, human second. LEAST FAVOURITE SONG: the archer - yes, i know, you all want to cancel me now... i seriously don't understand why it's everyone's favourite, it's boring!!! & as much as i love jack antonoff, this production is just terrible, sorry. it's a huge skip for me, always has been.

FOLKLORE 🪩

FAVOURITE SONG: mirrorball - it's not an easy choice, but i'm going to go with this one, since i relate so much... it's almost scary. i remember when we were watching long pond studio sessions together when we met for the first time & we had a conversation about this song & then it hit me... i'm a fucking mirrorball. this song just means so much to me. LEAST FAVOURITE SONG: epiphany - but only because i had to choose one & this one is a little bit boring (still good!), i love the entire album.

EVERMORE 🥂

FAVOURITE SONG: ivy - so, fun fact: i didn't like it on my first listen, but once you dive into the lyrics, holy fuck... lyrically, i think it's her best song, i also love the production, i just love fucking everything about this song & it's super fun to play on ukulele, the storytelling here, oh my fucking god! this is the taylor i absolutely adore. LEAST FAVOURITE SONG: closure - it grew on me, i don't hate it, i actually even like it now, it's just a bit weird (especially this sound at the beginning???) & i don't think it belongs to that album... but i don't hate it, it's alright, just not my fave.

MIDNIGHTS 💫

FAVOURITE SONG: the great war - you should have seen my face when i was listening to it for the first time & literally burst into tears & then tried to explain it to my ex & started crying even more hahaha (good old days...). this is my song. i am the great war. so once again: it's just so relatable & it makes me feel... less alone. i don't even want to try to explain, but you guys get it. LEAST FAVOURITE SONG: bigger than the whole sky - not a bad song at all, in fact, the lyrics - absolutely amazing, i just don't really listen to it that often, because the production is a bit boring.

#um... i'm sorry? #some of you might hate me after this #but also thank you #i feel like i needed it today #it's been a while since my last ts essay #& it was so much fun! #now enjoy (or not lol) #ts #taylor swift #i saved every letter you wrote me* #why do you write like you're running out of time*

[squishosaur]

#chatter #THESE ARE SO FUNNY???? #um. for reference in 2016 i would have been 9 or 10 btw. so some of these would benefit from a redraw i think fjdndnd #thank god i wrote the VHARACTER NAMES under EVERY DRAWING lol otherwise they are unrecognizable #also ig this answers the question from before: i might have been a danganronper #since they are redraws i can probably do them fast lol

[cannibalismyuri]

all's fair (war and peace)

kisses on cheeks and necks and collarbones and fingers / hands on necks pushing me to my best and on my arm pulling me away from the battle and on my face shielding me from my true self / your mouth bruised and bit and divided and conquered while your hands granted me temporary hope and a fucked up nostalgic dissonance from the real world / practice what you preach, i used to tell you / the difference between your preaching and practice never really existed as a discernable distance, but rather a manifestation of fatal hubris staining the cracks of your mantras / love is war and fair, and peace is unrequited and unattainable / the caverns of your love were too enormous for me too even begin to explore the subtleties of it / the vines of my preconceived notions must have wrapped around your throat as you choked out your repeated stories about gratefulness and being sated with the minimum i was given so that i'd never dare hope for more / when you vanished into the humid mist of the mystery that was so inherently you that i never learned to question it, the gasoline left by your presence burned. and it burned bright in the dark and harsh on my skin / your love wasn't fair or unrequited or unattainable. your love wasn't war or peace. your love was elemental / earth, air, fire, wind, water / your love was all-encompassing and destructive, and i drowned in it.

#hi i wrote this when my biological dad who left us when i was eight whom i never heard from again contacted me. #for the first time in more than a decade. today. um. its. its okay to rb. its fine to perceive this in any other way! just thought id... #idk like set things straight about why i wrote this. wrote it in ten minutes tho lol......haha #life is a. bit stressful rn. im not the Biggest Fan of my bio dad if u can tell #my stepdad Isn't the worst person but im not sold on him either. he's always been good to my adopted sisters tho #ok. enough rambling. um. enjoy <3 #original poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #sara's poetry #im so fuckginf nervous um. sorry to put this Here but yk. yk . idfk i need an outlet i think

[imaginepostingonsideblogs]

dear teacher,

i could not do the assignment because i had the most tender fucking dream about rex townsend and i am genuinely still weak in the knees about it for some reason im sure you understand <3

yours, toby

#clickonmedotexe #(steadying myself against the wall) ok. ok i get this mans simps now. i understand.. ok!! i need a refreshing drink. poured. all over me. #if i had a nickel every time i had a really vivid dream about a cas ship in which i was cas and the other person presumed i was asleep #id have two nickels. not a lot but its very funny its happened twice lol #i almost hope i get another one. ooo universe you wanna give me a casty dream so fucking bad. casley even? 😳 #nvm i would die on the spot in that case #i wanna make art about this now but alas it involved my sworn nemesis #clenches fist. #kissing. #hi this post is queued this is future toby from a few minutes after i wrote it #im normal now. wow. dunno what past me was on. um. ignore this.

[jackojonzz]

instead of a year in review I'm doing this <3

#it was the year of drawing dragons in my sketchbook #maybe the first of many years idk #this is pretty much a year in review I've just never posted any of these publicly #cause they arent much #or they are silly #but who cares lol #year in review #its been a while since I've had the same fixation all year #also I wrote A LOT this year so. um. take that into account.

[do-rey-me]

you are the world.

as you lay dying in a hospital bed

we take a moment to breathe in

(we do not know this is a dangerous thing yet)

the air free of the chemicals and beeping and rushing we have grown accustomed to

we try and eat something that is not bland

the shops are closed

as you are dying, the world is dying with you.

when we had first arrived, the staff had thought i was old

they had me sign paperwork and give medical information for your stay as your next of kin

they looked in my eyes and saw my future

(Apollo was God of prophecy and medicine both)

knew i would command your fate into the ground

knew i would not condemn you to that terror of cremation

your family arrives

(black birds following armies, knowing that a feast will be served)

they always do, for matters they consider important

first arrives your sister

(i forget which one)

she is kind to me, of course

she dances around the obvious, of course

she is surprised that my mother and stepfather are there,

although she tries to hide it

at some point, there is a meeting around whether or not

you would want to have donated yourself to help others

(why is that information not already available?)

i don’t know for certain what you would say, but i tell them to do it anyway

(forgive me, for not asking)

(forgive me, for not saying hello)

(forgive me, for waiting until i was grown to talk)

your sister tries to give you your Last Rites while my family is away

the Priest, the Doctors, they all tell her no

she tries anyway

(i understand, she is trying to help)

(i understand, she does not know you)

your Mother arrives.

(so does her husband and my uncle)

i don the armor ive been welding for my (your) life (death)

I greet her with respect, we go through the motions of grief before death

(i do not give her my True Name, i do not eat of her food, i do not give her any debts)

(i am a changeling child, i know her kind well)

i prepare myself for real battles to begin.

the rest of the players trickle in

the family

your friends

(your friends go through your house, giving most to me. neither side asks, so no debt is owed)

(i do not have to go myself)

(it is one less battle to fight)

my mother becomes my second-in-command easily, as if she never even stopped

she is water, flowing and changing

she is rock, steady and tethering

here is how the war is fought

in uncomfortable hospital chairs, we talk, your family and i

your mother takes charge on her side

i take charge on mine

we are outnumbered, but we have legal power over your decisions

and their time is running out.

as per the rules set long ago, we must remain respectful. polite.

they are your family. they raised you. you are their precious son.

(you were born out of wedlock. you abandoned the faith. you raised a queer.)

my mother abandoned you. my stepfather must hate you. your friends are irrelevant.

(you were my mother’s best friend. you got my stepfather to branch out. your friends built a boat to burn for you)

but me? i am your child. you are my precious father, my world, who i am losing.

so when i tell them that you would want to be buried without a box, to feed the earth and let the worms eat your flesh?

they cannot oppose me directly.

most of your family ignores your brother, my uncle

they can’t understand the words he says so they think him infantile

when they aren’t ignoring him, they are Handling him

they tell him you are dying in little words

“Pete isn’t going to be around anymore soon”

they say in falsetto tones

they do not let him grieve. they do not let him love.

i do not let the rage boil under my skin

i do not let myself mourn that with your passing he will be taken away as well

it will not help him. it will not help you.

i often can’t understand what my uncle says either, but that’s not new

the wind likes to play tricks on me, tying words into knots before they reach my ears

i am one of the few that treats him like the eldest child he will soon be

he is one of the few that treats me like the child i shall still be for two years yet

so between battles, sitting amongst the corpses of words, we sit in silence,

and we draw

your death is scheduled

it has to be, to harvest what they can from you, to save who they can

there is ceremony to what comes after

they bring the body up, and we walk down the hall with it

doctors and nurses line the halls, giving respect to what we have lost

giving respect to what you have given that will save others

the only sound the whole way is my uncle’s sobs

i don’t know if he hates that it was a child, your child, who was the one comforting him

and so the world ends.

the funeral seems dull in comparison to the honor walk

sure, your family made a scene,

but my mother took the narrative back

and anyway.

by that point the fight was over

your wishes were respected

i had won.

the next day,

we went home.

and we didn’t come out.

and so the world ends.

#so uhhh. idk. i wrote this a while back to try and process the grief but #ive only just started sharing it with other people #and idk. i wanted to put it out here?? pls give me any engagement #idk im havinf A Day. #bad pain days remind me of the grief more i think. as if the physical aspect wasnt bad enough lol #oh shit triggers right #hospital tw #death tw #parent death tw #anyway as someone who deals with grief by trying to keep up a routine. having ur dad die in the week before lockdown was Wild #covid tw #um ask to tag? #idk yall i might delete this later. #bc im proud of it but it feels weird to share #like sure the people ive shared it with liked it but that was my mom and other families of organ donors #dunno if it reads well to folks who dont know the situation #poems #poetry

[innytoes]

Sleepy prompts 👀 10 for Reggie/Carrie?

Set in the Nuclear Apocalypse Bunker AU.

After Reggie got better, things with Carrie got better too. Tía Victoria kept him under observation for another week, but she visited every day, bringing him food and talking to him. When it was just the two of them, she was different. Less tightly wound.

Reggie came back to the rest of the bunker and immediately got pulled into a Molina family group hug, and then another one with Luke and Alex (his parents frowning in the background). Even Trevor gave him a part on the back, smiling. Things were kind of weird between them, seeing as how Trevor kind of saved his life but also kind of broke the rules to do so.

So things settled down again. Reggie returned to his chores, returned to cracking jokes with Willie over the comms, returned to doing whatever he could to make himself useful around the bunker. But now, he got to joke and hang out with Carrie as well. And maybe even, you know, hold hands. They were taking things slow, since they literally had all the time in what was left in the world, but it was pretty awesome.

Which was why he was the one who was pulled aside by Julie. "Hey, have you noticed something off about Carrie?" she asked. For a second, he was offended, like 'she's suddenly likes you now' was something weird and off. But now that he thought about it, she had been more and more tired lately. And snappy, but not like before, not just to him. More like she was having trouble keeping it together with everyone.

"She's been kind of tired," he agreed.

"I'm worried about her," Julie said. "And I think someone should talk to her. Someone like her boyfriend."

He flushed. "Oh we... we haven't... it's not... We haven't labeled it yet." Julie gave him a knowing look. She was like the sister he always wanted, he loved her so much. "But yeah, I'll talk to her."

So, after dinner, that's what he did. Trevor was out... schmoozing, or something. He was usually over at the Mercers or the Pattersons or even the Molinas, or holed up in the comms room talking to people in other bunkers. So he could manage to slip into their pod pretty easily without anyone noticing.

Carrie was in her room. He'd never actually been in Carrie's room yet, and he smiled at how she made the sterile place her own, just like she'd made the pretty standard uniform her own. There were sparkly stars made from food packaging stuck to the walls and ceiling, and little paper origami flowers strung up, and all the sad metal railings had been draped with fabric.

Carrie herself was hunched over her desk in a posture Reggie was very familiar with. It was the same one she used to get in math class, before he started tutoring her. Frustrated but trying not to show it.

"Hey babe," he said quietly, and she whirled around, clutching... a science book to her chest? "Whatcha doing?"

"What are you doing here?" she snapped. But Reggie knew better than to be intimidated by that now.

"Just wanted to check in with you," he said, flopping on her bed. She looked like she wanted to say something about him messing up her bedding, but he just smiled at her. "Missed you. You've been holed up in your room after dinner these past few..." Now that he thought about it, almost as long as he'd been better. "Weeks."

"I've been busy," she said.

"Doing science homework?" he asked. They did get lessons, sometimes. A lot of it was improvised, between the adults here and adults from other bunkers when they had time. Music class from The Trevor Wilson kind of was the coolest thing ever. Ray taught them Spanish, Mr and Mrs Patterson taught them all kinds of stuff about history, modern history, politics... basically what lead up to them being stuck here. Like if the understood, they weren't doomed to repeat it.

The Mercers, when they could be torn away from their Top Secret Whatever in the Bunker taught them science-y stuff like chemistry and physics, and Tía Victoria taught them biology and medicine. But this book was way beyond what Victoria was teaching them. "You aiming for an internship with the Mercers?" he asked. If anyone could talk her way into that top secret lab, it was Carrie.

"Oh very funny, Reginald," Carrie snapped, throwing the book at his head. He dodged, flinching. "We both know I'm not fucking smart enough for that." Part of him wanted to run, but then he saw the unshed tears in Carrie's eyes.

"Babe, you're plenty smart," he soothed.

"No I'm not!" Carrie shouted. "When you got sick I didn't understand a word of Victoria's explanation, and I can't do math, and I heard Mrs Mercer tell Mr Mercer that it was a good thing I was pretty and healthy, so I could be a good wife to Alex and have plenty of babies to keep civilization going, because I was never going to be a scientist." She burst into tears, and Reggie gathered her up in a hug.

"I'm just so tired," she sobbed as he stroked her back. "I don't understand it and I keep rereading the same things and I'm just so tired."

"Okay first of all, fuck what the Mercers think," he said. "They've been stuck in here for years and they still haven't realised their son is gay as fuck." Okay maybe they'd all been helping cover up Alex' conversations with Willie, but it wasn't like he was that subtle. "Also, just like, ew. To all of that." Carrie sniffled her face buried against his chest.

"And second of all, who cares if you're not gonna be a scientist? There's more to rebuilding civilization than scientists." Carrie opened her mouth, probably to say something about being a... a broodmare or whatever creepy philosophy the Mercers had. "You know how to talk to any of the adults here, like an equal. You're literally the only one who understands Mr Patterson when he forgets he's not giving a university Philosophy class, or when figuring out what Mrs Patterson means when we're dissecting what went wrong with the world and politics and stuff."

"But that stuff is easy," she said.

"Yeah, to you!" Reggie hugged her close. "Babe, you're not a future scientist. You're like, the future President. You know how to talk to people, and get them to like you, and you know how they tick." He didn't mention that when she used her powers for evil, like when she'd been mad at him, she was pretty devastating as well. He was pretty sure she knew that. "The world doesn't just need scientists. We also need leaders."

Carrie swallowed hard, rubbing at her eyes. "You mean it?"

"Of course," he said. He leaned down and nuzzled his nose against hers. "Besides, I have my hopes set on being First Husband." She laughed, before looking at him. He flushed when he realised the implications of what he just said.

"I think I can work with that," Carrie said, smiling at him. She sat up. "I should... I should make a list. Talk to Emily. See about connecting with all the other bunkers, start forming relationships with..."

"Okay, POTUS," he said, reeling her in and pulling her back onto the bed. "First, you are going to take a nap. You look exhausted, Carebear. The world, or what's left of it, will still be there for you to conquer tomorrow."

For a moment, he thought Carrie was going to argue with him. "Will you stay?" she asked instead.

"For as long as you want me too," he agreed.

#julie and the phantoms #nuclear apocalpse au #carriexreggie #this got so long and I nearly forgot to include the actual prompt lol #fanfic #I wrote a thing #post apocalypse #yes Carrie does talk with Emily and is newly focused and determined #Julie is like: wtf did you say to her #and Reggie is like: um so just in case this turns out badly and Carrie takes over the world this is all your fault #Reggie 100% thinks about his own future and is like: yeah I'm fine being the bunker's official child care and manual labour and stuff #no science or politics for me thank

[latestdreamgirl]

personally if i was in that dambed cabin i wouldve killed scotty with my own two hands

#before the demons even start fucking w everyone. HATED that guy #um. i havent watched evil dead in a hot sec tho so I can’t remember why LOL #i just remember him bejng an ass #…almost wrote hot sex instead of hot sec. #DID IT AGAIN WHEN TYPING THAT. FML #purring

[just-fandomthings]

I wrote a soft and smutty a/b/o drabble called “fevered love” for @winterironwhims. Thank you for your kindness these past months and for your support of my writing. I hope you enjoy this 💜

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #my fanfic #also um. despite spending 3+ months writing this fic…i have no idea where this came from lol #i mean #a whole 866 words of smut + feels?? #from me?? #who knew i could? not i #lol #but i digress #anyway (and more importantly): #i sincerely hope you enjoy this!! i know you like a/b/o fics so i wrote this for you 💜 #thank you again for all your kindness and support 💜💜

[that-was-anticlimactic]

just need a steady hand to hold

written for @zukkaweek day three: bedsharing <3

Sokka opened his eyes, intending to lovingly look at his boyfriend’s beautiful face, and froze.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large, brown stain on the sheets of his bed, just below Zuko’s back. It was almost circular in shape, as if someone had put a circle in a jar and shook it a little bit. The edges were a darker brown then the rest of it, and it stretched from the edge of his bed to somewhere under Zuko.

Suddenly, their perfect, quiet night was ruined as his vision began to blur and his breath started to get heavier.

Bile rose in his throat—he was going to throw up.

“Zuko,” he squeaked, trying his best to keep the anxiety pulsing at his throat down, “I—we need to get off the bed. Like, right now.”

[or: sokka sees an old stain on the sheets and has a panic attack because sensory thing and is worried zuko thinks he's stupid]

♡5,625 words | zukka♡

#zukkaweek2022 #corey writes:) #so this happened #i started this in march when i saw a stain on my mattress pad and i freaked out and couldn't get anything done until i did like four loads #of laundry and got the stain out and then face timed like three people to see if they saw the stain anyways i handle stains so well #um ahem yes i wrote three sentences in march and this was supposed to be like 2.5k words and uh. it is This much. #hmmm #this may be the worst thing i have ever written i am so sorry y'all #i don't like the end tbh but like i hope it's okay and i wanted to post this the day of and also have more time to work on my ts sokka fic #cause that's more important to me and i want that done during zukka week too lol anYWAYS #zukka #zuko x sokka #sokka x zuko #atla fan #zukka fanfic #idk what else to tag lol ig i'm done here have this monstrosity<3

[quaranmine]

stares uneasily at the ibw outline document. i have to do housekeeping.

#aka i have to revisit the plot/outline for chapter 5 and beyond #to account for the differences between expected product and actual product #(aka me changing things as i go little by little) #i also need to gather my episode references for chapter six/seven #so that i can work on them while i am gone for a week at christmas! #i doubt i will have reliable wifi/cell service but i DO know i will be in vehicles for significant periods of time lol #without any. um. distractions i am actually quite good at writing #(wrote like 5k words of IBW already while on a plane)

[quidfree]

ofc :DD

hm ok fem todobaku hcs for my current fic.... these are a mix of situational psychology and completely unserious fyi hope they are somewhat interesting nonetheless

both of them are obviously #not like other girls in this but in ways that i feel reflect their standings in canon & also the way things would play out in canon if they were girls. like katsuki to me is always a fundamentally privileged and gifted individual but she doesn’t have direct family clout so in this she’s just minor nobility via mitsuki’s half-brother which still leaves them in a very comfortable position & more importantly gives her the confidence/social channel via jeanist to claim her position as an avalonian knight once she displays the required abilities. she’s Aware that she’s an exception but this does not particularly perturb her because katsuki is Always exceptional and cognisant of it. for shouto the fact she’s literal royalty & more importantly the obvious choice of heir also frees her from normal social expectation in the same breath as it traps her in the usual endeavour heritage position. she’s kind of Beyond/above the conventions and constraints of normal society by virtue of her isolation as well. it just felt impt that their positions in the world still feel true to character.

anyways because of the above both katsuki’s knights & shouto’s entourage regularly forget to treat them as the Ladies they are on paper, which they do not care abt but people around them take issue with. mitsuki in particular has thrown things at people for talking abt Her Daughter The Current Duchess of Liones like she’s a sword-brandishing simpleton amongst others. it’s a cultural thing. which also means on the flip side you have people like yoarashi who is from a very Warrior-Centric culture & post deciding to do a 180 on shouto finds it super offensive when people talk to her like she’s Not the skilled fighter she is. 

on that note they have both killed people in this au, which is kind of inevitable considering they’re both army leaders, albeit at different scales. i just think making heroism circumstantial is more fun than having 1:1 values in canon and in faux medieval wartimes, + it’s sexier than P13 violence. shouto tends to be in situations where bigger numbers are involved; she does avoid killing where she can but she’s very utilitarian. katsuki usually has to handle smaller conflicts & so she’s probably quicker to go for the throat than shouto is, since there’s no dishonour in striking someone down who’s about to do the same to you. 

shouto is such a horse girl in this. like they all ride horses but it just fits the vibe. she has to get across a Really Big Kingdom a lot & she shuns human connection. it’s only natural.

obv katsuki and izuku have their whole ‘izuku was katsuki’s beleaguered page boy when she went off to knight camp before getting to be the chosen one’ backstory, but the katsuki of it all is obviously that katsuki is in fact the (1) girl in knight training and she’s only there because when recruiters were passing through she pulled the whole ‘merida in brave shooting for her own hand’ schtick and embarrassed some actual knights aged like twelve. mitsuki was seethingly mad. jeanist was also not impressed by his niece’s complete lack of ladylike propriety but he knows talent when he sees it so it was off to joyous gard with her.

on that note precocious teen katsuki obviously wasted no time ensuring all of her fellow knights-in-training knew who was going to be ruling the roost, mostly bc of typical bakugou egomania but also so no one got any ideas about their masculine superiority. there may have been some ‘sparring accidents’ and bed-wetting involved before everyone kind of accepted the pecking order. they had some complications when puberty came around- katsuki may or may not have disfigured one or two peers before the dust settled. fantasy medieval times are rough! 

shouto on a similar note doesn’t really think of herself in patriarchal terms by virtue of her position/personality but she does have some hangups of her own that feed into the general chip on her shoulder. the court obviously loves to gossip abt their queen the madwoman locked in her tower & todoroki being her spitting image as well as the heir apparent is part of the reason she stays so stone-cold in stressful situations despite the temper flaring beneath. this is also why shouto is older in this fic while still having more of a s1 shouto persona going on. 

between the two of them katsuki is the one who primarily dresses in quote unquote men’s clothes despite setting bc she has a Style that is better suited by shirts / pants + she will not tolerate any frills and ruffles and constriction so most courtly dresses are no-gos. shouto as always is less cognisant of anything like a personal style so she doesnt really care what shes wearing & also she kicks ass regardless of what she’s in, esp bc she mostly handles things long-range.

in her infancy katsuki mostly got dressed by mitsuki and an army of servants so there are one or two priceless portraits of her in intensely kitsch yellow dresses with ribbons on her shoes and hatred in her eyes. despite their very distant relationship mitsuki gave jeanist one of these that he kept in his private chambers the whole time katsuki knew him and she can’t prove it was to fuck with her but she absolutely believes it.

shouto’s portraits are far more numerous and fall into 2 main categories which are 1) official portraits, featuring shouto throughout the years and styles with the exact same neutral expression or 2) unofficial portraits, which tend to fall into the romantic category and thus depict her as a sensitive maiden with wistfully languid eyes or blushing demurely at the onlooker. shouto has some strong feelings about painters as a result.

on that note katsuki prefers getting hands-on in fights; todoroki likes them to finish fast, so their choices of weaponry reflect this. yeah they can use their essence but those r less powerful than quirks so often they just go with traditional weaponry also. katsuki is a sword girl bc she likes to get up close and personal when she offs someone and todoroki goes for archery bc she likes being able to dispose of the enemy before they even approach. they both appreciate a good dagger though.

btw the fic should be read as an amv set to get another boyfriend by the backstreet boys but the girls are the ones singing it and midoriya is the hapless protagonist.

#qui parle #qui repond #fem tdbk #fem todobaku #my fic #witvk #all my titles are so clunky to abbreviate lol #tlaao was a good one #rolls off the tongue #fantasy lesbians #anon #i wrote half of this out on my walk to pont-neuf and then tumblr crashed and i had to start over & forgot some of my phrasing. sigh #ugh tags um #fem baku #fem todo