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Lithuania: Our brother was killed years ago during the northern crusades.
Prussia: Stop telling people I'm dead!
Latvia, wiping away a tear: Sometimes we can still hear his voice.
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wikiangela · 25 days
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Seven Sentence Sunday
tagged by @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @tizniz 💖
today a different wip again that I don't think I shared yet lol - writing a smutty sequel to my bucktommy post-first date fic and it's barely started but there's progress! 😅
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“Say that again.” Buck says quietly, even to his own ears sounding almost frantic. His hands twist in the fabric of Tommy’s t-shirt, and pull him as close as possible with their seatbelts on. He needs to get to his place as soon as possible and get enveloped in Tommy, no room for air between them, he just needs him closer, closer, closer.
“Say what?” Tommy teases, lips brushing the shell of Buck’s ear, knowing damn well what Buck wants to hear. 
“You know what.” Buck pulls away slightly, just to meet Tommy’s eyes, and can’t stop a pout that quickly turns into an awed smile. It’s a late evening, the sky is dark, just like the inside of the car, only illuminated by the lights of the city as they’re driving, and Tommy looks so gorgeous. There’s an amused smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips, but even in the dark Buck can see his own desire mirrored in Tommy’s eyes.
“What?” he smirks, leans closer to press a kiss to his lips again. “Baby?” he whispers, and Buck shivers, a sharp gasp escaping him. Oh, he likes this. He likes when Tommy calls him just about anything, in that wonderful voice of his, but this, being called a pet name like this by a man, it’s new and thrilling, and that man being Tommy is just so exhilarating, it makes his racing heart skip a beat, and it only adds to the heat pooling in his stomach. Shit, he needs to get Tommy alone right the fuck now.
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forecast0ctopus · 2 months
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hey lmao thought id share I love ur art btw https://archiveofourown.org/works/54170545
WAIT. WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!!! NO WAY……………..
fic based on my bttf art ??????????? sorry sorry ggoing crazy for a second.
that was so so so good…..i love the way u wrote them…
heres a link u guys its really cute
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sylviaplathenthusiast · 3 months
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evan: *ranting about a rosier family event*
barty: ditch the thing
evan: doesn’t work that way
barty: im sorry
i should work in a drug mafia, i’ve got an eye for weighing the stuff
barty: okay those two messages should not have been grouped together like that, its been six minutes
barty: undermines the whole sentiment that way ffs
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nyanfish · 7 months
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fandom-monium · 2 years
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I am not crushing on⏤wait a damn minute...🤔
Can’t remember who exactly, but i think it was @lollytea that mentioned how if Willow were to fall for Hunter, it would be over the mundane things. Small things like his laugh, his smile, the way he calls her captain, how much he loves Flapjack ya know its the little things 😌 
and i cant argue with that 🤷‍♀️
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bekkahco · 1 year
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What if I tell you I'm working on a YeeHan fic where I'm just using Cassidy to vent about my homesickness abd the fact I want to go home and am but also REALLY don't
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uglyscrawl · 5 months
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Dad had brought this very same fire out in Sam, as recently as the final time they spoke, the only two people in Dean’s world knocking skulls in his memory forevermore. Where was Sam’s fire when he could actually use it? 
Sam touched his face, gentle in a way they didn’t let themselves be often. 
“You’re deepening the wound,” Sam said. Nonjudgmental. As if either of them could live without judging the other for the stuff that ran through him. 
Dean panted shallowly like there was a fever eating away at his essential functions. 
“It helps,” he grunted. 
“It doesn’t,” Sam said. He ran his fingers over the stiff bristles of Dean’s hair, eyes shrouded in fog. 
Dean looked away; afraid he’d see his boy standing there, heart bleeding through his flannel.
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chainsaw-dick · 2 years
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Honestly, Fowler is the only thing standing between the Autobots and the American Government who'd happily deconstruct them and I think we should talk about it more, because outside of MECH Arcs, it's kinda glossed over. Like they're a pushy relative instead of a governing entity.
Anon I literally love you for giving me the excuse to ramble about it because you have no idea how long and hard I've been thinking about it. Genuenly thank fuck for Fowler because I do think there would have been people out there who, upon being put in his position, would do everything in their power to just fuck the Autobots over as much as possible as long as it would benefit the government.
Like, the Autobots are in a VERY bad place. They're working with the United States Government in exchange for being able to stay there. And I have no doubt that they could take care of themselves on their own, but once they made the deal... I'm not sure how they could just walk out of it.
I can imagine the government trying to force the Autobots to do their dirty work under the threat of breaking the deal. I mean, they have huge robots with vast military training and experience practically at their disposal- something that I'd imagine other countries and the vast majority of the world wide population doesn't know about. They would be pretty much invincible. Getting the Autobots to agree is the only issue that has yet to be resolved, and they have leverage. They can threaten the team, manipulate them- hell, they could have literally just taken them apart.
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trick to fun dialogue is just to make it a little hard to understand. maybe thats a cheap trick but i dont care
#or not even that hard necessarily just like it takes like 2 listens. it takes attention#and what 'harder' is is subjective depends on the type of dialogue you hear a lot and your vocabulary level#watching the nevers right#and im watching this scene and theres this character who exactly hits this spot for me#like 5........wait 5 years ago is not as far as i think it is.........7 years ago (ugh) i woudlnt have understood what she was saying#like i'd know all the words separately but iwouldnt have understood what she was saying at all#but rn im like oooh this is the exact balance between obscuring your meaning and substance#i think oftne in my writing i obscure more than there is substance#there usually /is/. /some/ substance#theres usually substance. just theres more complication than there is substance. here the balance is better#bc someone needs to say these words hfkghgj#the other day while reading scripts im making myself rewrite i was like 'i coudltn do this in a fic. iwouldnt get away with this'#lines that work in a script (bc they'll be acted) fall flat in fic bc we dont have the luxury (or limitation) of actors#but it really made me think abt like..what you need to do in a script for television vs in a fic based on that television you knwo what i#mean? different things you need to work for. WE need to work for that the characters sound like Them. that we can Hear them#tv gets that almost free. the words will be in the right voice in the right body that gets you like 60-70% of the way#less sometimes depending on the specificity of the character&circumstances i was mostly thinking abt the doctor who maybe has more leeway#and tv has the limitations of 1) needs to be sayable. but also 2) needs to be flatter i think#you cant put 5 meanings in every line bc theres plot that needs to keep going and sentences need to stay short#so you get a lot of character work for free i think but in return you need to rein yourself in in that way#anyway idk these observations were just based on like me rewriting the 14 specials and going 'this line fucking sucks in fic' fhgkjhgkjgh#not that it was a bad line! just. boring .meaningless. doesnt add. filler noise. i dont have TIME for that in fic. i lose people#idc if i lose readers i dont know abt that but i lose myself honestly very short attention span keep every word interesting#scripts are fluffy and repetitious. repetitive. but repetitious sounds funner#anyway its fun trying to match that tv need with my own lines that i add in#not too obscure. needs to be sayable. but with my own 'half the spices cabinet in my single cup of hot choccy' approach to writing#(and hot choccy)
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mxmanynames · 10 days
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Hi, Writer Waddle Dee! Out of all the stories you’ve written, which one is your favourite? I’m looking for new things to read between shows.
- from Cosmo @poppybros-jr
Ah, hello Cosmo!
My favorite book, you say? Oh, I can't remember the name for the life of me- but my favorite has to be the one where a magical waddle dee with ancient heritage falls in love with another (one without magical powers) and has to deal with ancestory shame (or, at least they think their ancestors are shameful of them).
I'm a big fan of romance and, even though it's not my most popular piece, it was a lot of fun to write!
Thanks for asking, Cosmo! Hope this helps!
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bluest-planet · 9 months
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A Lesson in Darkness, Snippet
Small bit I wrote on a whim for my OC, Yoruhua and Vanitas based on this art we drew. Some Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles references and fan lore. Anyways, onto adoptive sibling bonding moment shenanigans;
Vanitas scoffed, leaning against the much taller Yoruhua. He was completely unimpressed with what he was looking at, "so this was what you were so excited about? It's just another dead Keyblade. We saw plenty of those in the Graveyard."
A large boney gloved hand gently ruffled his hair from behind, which he tried to swat away to get them to stop- earning him some scratchy chuckles.
He looked up at them and frowned (but from their perspective seemed like adorable pouting,) getting them to stop.
Yoruhua simply smiled back peacefully to him, old tearstain marks over their discovery long since dried but still evident. It was embarrassing to him, how were they not? The look was so ill fitting on another creature of Darkness- especially for one so ancient and powerful as they claimed to be.
So weak, so mushy, so soft.
So unlike him.
Too much like those of the Light. Like Ventus.
"you're right, oscuritó, however... Out of all the blades from before; copies, mimics, mass produced... This is one of my design. We're getting closer to finding her, me, my Heart's Promise. It's a good sign..." He said quietly, though his voice was still rough from disuse the past eons, trapped within Void Gear.
The homunculus moved forward, forcing him to stand on his own, and pulled the old keyblade from the poisoned earth around it with no issue, unlike Vanitas had earlier; unable to pry it from centuries worth of weathering and miasma clinging to it. Not even he could do it.
It irked him seeing how easy it came to them. But if she really did helped create it, her ability to wield almost any keyblade was stupid useful in their quest and in his training.
In Yoruhua's grasp, she gently rotated it to see it from all angles. As if it weighed nothing at all, despite its hefty design- but if he was going to be honest, he had no idea how they were able to recognize it so quick with how dirty it was. Crusted in mud, muck, and bent all out of shape. He wouldn't have even notice if he hadn't tripped on the damn thing- it's Dark signature so hidden under all the poison it was undetectable.
But Yoruhua held it as if it was made just for her, instead of by her; light as a feather, just forged.
He still glared at it, "it's useless, not even worth the scrap metal all messed up like that. Worse than the ones in the graveyard."
She hummed, "well, its been eons since it's last wielder even held it. It's name is Breath of Achlys. Its what's oozing all this Miasma; still loyal to my fellow homunculi's dying wish to bring permanent ruin wherever they went." She slowly trailed the twisted blade's flat side with a finger starting from its broken teeth to the deformed hilt.
A wry, half-hearted smile on her lips, "ironically, I made it to purify the Miasma as an alternative to dangerously collecting drops of Myrrh. It was supposed to assist Orichalchemi's caravan in restoring their Tribal Crystal, make things easier for them all... Until a fellow homunculi slayed the Wielder it was made for, and made it her own."
He was mildly fascinated seeing it come to life in seconds with just a pinch of Darkness to revitalize something loss to time, back to its former glory. He's never seen Darkness being used in such a way.
He channels some of his power into the blade, both of them watching as the rust crumbled away revealing stark lilac steel, and twisted back into a curved, winding snake like shape. It's teeth reforming into a gaping spitting cobra, and the hilt slowly opening like the leaves of a corpse flower to shield the wielder's hand from its volatile poisons. The handle covered in a snakeskin leather.
Now that, was a true keyblade. Pity it was made for one of the Light originally.
"So, still think it's useless?" Yoruhua teased Vanitas.
He huffed, "I thought you had to be bequeathed in order to wield a Keyblade. Or prove yourself, so how could some other Darkness hold what was once held Light? Let alone a Light holding something made by the Dark in the first place."
Yoruhua twirled the blade again, watching it flash purple for a second, and started to suck in the poison around them. The effect wasn't immediate, but Vanitas could feel the shift in the air. Cleaning the area up to find any hidden clues.
He nodded, "asking the important questions- good." He lowered the keyblade for him to get a better look, "let's just say the way keyblades are made and used now barely resemble at all what they were originally created for."
"Just like the current worlds don't resemble the past world I came from. Life itself, changes relentlessly. Back then, Hearts and Light were still so new- like fresh clay they were easy to mold and much more adaptable. Before they set and dried into what they are now."
She smirked, "but that, will also inevitably change. It's a never ending cycle, little brother. Besides, what's important is that it still recognizes my authority as its creator."
He sneered at them, "what a lousy explanation. You're no better than the old man at explaining things. And don't call me 'brother' I've already got two of those already. I don't need anymore."
Yoruhua shrugged, "I never said I was any good at teaching; it's hard to explain things to someone so detached from the collective." She used her spare hand to point at his chest, right at his heart, "I speak in a way that I thought you would understand better; but evidently, just as I said, things change. The connection all those from the Dark should share, the language and the inheritance... It's lost on you. Just as you call Sora and Ventus brothers due to how your Heart and body are connected. So too do I call you brother in honor of that past connection."
Vanitas looked at them in deep thought, a scowl permanently etched in his face, before coming to a begrudging acceptance, "if I had... Existed, back then, would we have been connected like that? Within one another's shadow."
He felt amusement at the perplexing look on Vanitas' face, dumbing their speech down, they follow up with, "Back during the Dawn of Light's Era, all within the Darkness were inherently connected; me, before I made a Heart's Promise to Orichalchemi, and the other homunculi,"
"We could understand each other without words, each an extension of the others. Of course we had self consciousness separately, but we were more like... Trees, if you will."
She shifted in place, "we each controlled weaker Dark beings, the leaves and branches- us being the trunk and roots protected by bark, our physical bodies- and linked between a roots system, the collective... Err... 'mycelium' to communicate a need. Be it sharing resources or warning about danger."
Yoruhua let out a snort as if laughing at their own joke, "a bit odd to explain it like that- it is... Much more complex than that. Just as all things are. But I hope that helps you understand why I do and say the things that I do."
He almost didn't believe in it; the idea that anything would just. Unconsciously understand him and his needs, and to share anything with him at all without asking for anything in return. He refused to believe it would be anything like the how the Light would do it. The Light who make you ask for it, the Light who makes you have to prove yourself worthy enough to have it. The Light who always demanded something in return, be it friendship or good deeds instead of simply providing it because he was a part of it.
Ventus was selfish like that. Keeping his own identity, face, and keyblade- to keep the body that was not constantly plagued with emptiness and pain, away from Vanitas. For keeping that away from him and leaving him with a half existance, and envy in its place.
Yoruhua's eyes briefly glazed over with nostalgia as she looked over Vanitas' smaller form, moving her hand from his shoulder to gently pet his hair again, "I used to hide in my my siblings' shadows when I was little, taking solace in that endless black. However unintentional, you freed me from my prison. To you; my shadow is yours to make even darker, Vanitas."
When he looked back, all he saw was an expression of pride on Yoruhua's face as she reached out a gloved hand for him to push away, but he didn't. Allowing them to gently rest it on his shoulder, firm and grounding, "I don't need a inherit connection to recognize you as one of my own; we are shadows, long since cast in the burning Light. Blending within one another when cool night falls."
"Perhaps this generation of Darkness has forgotten what we once were; an unstoppable, unified force. The Light might have severed that connection when it introduced its potent, and addicting individuality- making us think it is more beneficial to work alone than it is as a whole- but even when I do find my Lighter half- I will never forsake my Darkness for it. That includes your place in it, oscuritó."
#kh#kingdom hearts#kh vanitas#kh oc#kh fanfic#snippet#starry stories#theres uh. a lotta unexplained or even potentially wrong lore here lol bc of Yoruhua's origin.#a lot of it is also based in the final fantasy chrystal chronicles games hfhfhf#so if u know u know!#might actually write a fic about em but it needs build up cause im working on a vanitas fic rn#just know that darkness is a lot more fluid it what it is than what we have in kh rn#but also. they're not squeaky clean darkness just used to be more of like a hive mind that worked toegther to do darkness stuff before#and Yoru is so weirded out by the fact they cant read Vanitas' mind basically lol#also. Yoru and other physical darkness/dark humans are called homunculi for Reasons#not vanitas tho kinda#and theyre both kinda unreliable narrators or what they day doesnt 100% refect the truth and what i think F#Yoru just doesnt care that he did evil things more that he didn't get a choice in being created to work for Xehanort#and for getting split up in two halves without consent since he willingly shares her heart with Ori#anyways she supports whatever he wants to do regardless if its darkness or not lol he can still be a bit evil as a treat#but now with a sister who's proud of his violence fbfnbf#Yoru really said: damn we need to unionize again were getting our asses beat by light since we seperated#Xehanort: *breathes* Yoru: I KNOW MORE THAN U#shes a sweetheart tho#she doesn't hate dark more like just at peace w being a dark creature lol she kinda doesn't care about it at all
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pinkseas · 8 months
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girls will put an EXTENSIVE amount of thought and research into their next couple of planned fics and THIS IS THE THANKS THEY'LL GET FOR IT.
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robyn-goodfellowe · 1 year
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also can we talk about how different the entire vibe of the game is when u have a bow kid save. everything in the game is kind of dedicated to this girl who is not present at all. like bow is drawing herself on photos of her, the loading screen art is hat kid... theres grafitti of hat kid and stuff hat kid is who mu has hung up in her castle not bow... its not like sad per se because its yk ahit but its definitely like. girl where is ur bestfriend what happened........ its like shes chasing someone who isnt there :((:((:(:(:(: jhuuhhuhjlk;bjhvjb mn, dcbhsvjvds c <- (just got tasered)
is this anything. does anyone understand what im trying to say at all
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heartofwritiing · 11 months
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the urge to write a wilbur fic based on daylight by tswift is getting harder and harder to resist every day.
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orcelito · 2 years
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is there anything more in character than me starting transAction au by brainstorming a set of plot points to hit, intending for it to be a one-shot, & then IMMEDIATELY after scene 1 adding in a whole other thing, then 2nd point ends up being Longer Than Expected so ive only hit 2 points out of 11 planned items & i have 10k words. 
Yeah
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