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twiixr4kidz · 10 months
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ticci toby headcanons!!!!
taking a break from asks to write for my favorite character of all time :3 i've been mega-fixated on him since i was like 9 that's fucking crazy (also slendermansion haters dni!!!! im a slendermansion TRUTHER)
he smells like dirt and cigarettes and irish spring bodywash
actually he probably eats dirt
and occasionally gravel
he'll go on like, 7 hour long walks and collects dead bugs in a plastic bag and (tries to) pin them
he's the type of guy to have a pet spider
literally lives in the same musty hoodie and only takes it off to wash it
his music taste is a combination of numetal and emo, and hollywood undead is his favorite band
he's very 2000s older brother aesthetic if you know what i mean
he has a lot of body mods because he 1. thinks they look cool and 2. can't feel the pain that it takes to get them
lots and lots of stick n pokes
he has his septum, a nostril, both eyebrows, dolphin bites, n his tongue pierced (he did them himself)
he's in the process of stretching his ears and his septum too :3 but not too big cuz it freaks him out
he's literally always chewing on something
obviously really good at axe-throwing
his go-to snack is a cherry pepsi, cool ranch doritos or pizza combos, and sour patch kids
the woods is his happy place
he loves messing with his appearance :3 he thinks of it as just getting to customize his character
he keeps his hair on the longish side but you can't really tell because it's curly
he likes to mess with it every now and then n change the style (which you can tell by the faded raccoon tails and blonde-ish ends of his hair)
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sykloni · 1 year
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Dannymay 2023
15. Full Hazmat AU & 23. Rogue Gallery
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anthonysdemo · 9 months
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little quick regulily sketch because it’s always “do you ship jily, jegulus or jegulily?” justice for regulily REAL
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29625 · 29 days
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Mav is a kind of guy that gets so drunk he dances to Uptown Funk like a car dealership inflatable thing and breaks his back
And Slider is a kind of husband who never stops teasing him about it but stays close to his idiot best partner, sitting on the floor and watching Kitchen Nightmares together while Maverick is sprawling on the couch and sleepy on the painkiller
(He eventually drags Slider in his arms to take a cozy nap together, but that’s another story.)
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dindjarindiaries · 8 months
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Can we please stop telling writers what they should and shouldn't be including in their stories
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trappedinmymind · 17 days
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Re-reading your own writing is one awful thing, but re-reading your own writing specifically because you have to figure out if you already explained an important lore point or not somehow manages to make it worse
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Blood Drops on Roses: Settling in (19/80)
Wild, Twilight, and the travelers settle into camp for the night. Wild is uncomfortable. Tw: none (threat of stabbing?)
“Woah!”
Suddenly, Wild felt a pressure against his back. Arms encircled his shoulders and went around his neck. His throat tightened, his breath caught, and his fingers clenched around the handle of his paring knife. 
But he recognized the voice: the young sailor, Wind. It would not be acceptable to stab one of the travelers—especially their youngest—directly in front of them.
Wind set his chin on Wild’s shoulder. “Are you cooking? You can cook?” he exclaimed right in his ear.
Read the rest of this chapter here! Blood Drops on Roses
Or read the rest of the series here! BDOR Series (Prologues)
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the-lady-hestia · 3 months
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so in the past month-ish there have been two separate instances where a friend of mine has had reason to show me that the fandoms I enjoy (namely star trek and a niche book series I'm obsessed with) have thriving fanfiction communities (context: While I did already know this about Star Trek, I have never read fanfiction or dove into that corner of the internet b/c I find it a little intimidating lol)
Anyways I've been thinking about Star Trek Voyager a little too much, specifically the ending and how unsatisfying it is.
There's a little voice in the back of my head telling me to spend what little free time I have writing something from the perspective of various crewmembers like a month after the Voyager gets back to Earth. It would inevitably be bad and I know this but like what iffffff?????????
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youngroyals-stuff · 5 months
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meetmymouth · 2 years
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How has miss groupie been liking tour so far?? UK/EU and day one of Canada. Will she be joining for all of North America??
i missed groupie so here's something !!!! don't think too much about the tour dates when reading this, it's not accurate at all <3
groupie the fic
One year and twenty-five days.
One year of bliss, tours, different countries, and so much love for her and Harry.
Before him, she never thought she could be someone people wanted long term: she was always temporary, someone they could have fun with until they got bored. Then, he came along.
Sure, when Harry met Fab, it was temporary; she was temporary. Neither of them thought anything long-term when it came to their weird-fucked-up relationship. For Fab, it was all money, travels, and sex. For Harry, it was more or less the same: someone close by to fuck, whenever and however he liked.
One year and twenty-five days later, Harry found her to be something so precious; something permanent.
She'd left a permanent mark on Harry.
He knew the exact way she took her tea and coffee. He knew she hated someone touching her on the neck– especially with wet hands. She hated mornings, and Harry learned to love lay-ins when she was with him. She loved Dolma, stuffed grape leaves, so he learned how to roll them on his own, and cook them by himself. She loved bike-rides, so he bought her a brand-new bike.
She learned how to make his coffee, with the specific brand of milk he loved. He loved fresh mint in his salad, so she grew mint in Harry's back garden, alongside some lettuce, tomatoes, and sunflowers. She cooked his favourite meals, and woke up really early on the days he would leave for tour, just to say goodbye.
They changed for each other, and sort of met in the middle.
Tour was so much fun when you didn't have to explain to his crew what you were doing there.
She was the girlfriend now, not just a hook-up, the groupie.
"Does this go with my outfit?" She rummages through the makeup bag, coming across a lipstick, the shade reminding her of the Christmas lights on their tree– the one they decorated when they first got together.
Harry Lambert looks up from his phone.
"Hm?" He says, trying to see the colour.
She shows it to him, walking closer to where he's sitting.
They're in Harry's changing room, waiting for Harry to get his trousers on after some minor alterations by Harry Lambert.
"It does," Lambert nods, turning towards the small bathroom Harry is in. "Harry, is it all right?"
"Yeah," he calls back. "You can't see my bum now," he opens the door, a smile on his face as he walks towards her. "What you up to?"
"She's going through my makeup bag, I can see it," the makeup artist walks inside the room, hands on her hips.
"Fine, I'll stop."
"Leave my girlfriend alone," Harry quips, placing a kiss on her temple. "I'll buy you the same lipstick."
"You don't need to buy me anything, I told you. You need to chill," she says, referring to his latest habit: buying her whatever she mentions.
When it's time for him to go out on the stage, she takes her place in front of the stage, and Harry Lambert brings Jeff and Tommy with him to watch Harry sing his heart out.
He starts off with As It Was, and she can't help but dance along, singing along as well as he works the stage. It's fun– so much fun.
She can't help but hear the fans calling her name, and she turns around, watching as one of them waves her hands around– signalling for her to come closer.
So, she does.
She walks over to them, and Harry sings loud, leave America, two kids follow her.
"Can we take a photo?" One of them yells through the music.
"What?" Fab yells back, laughing since she couldn't hear anything.
"A photo with you?"
"Oh! Sure! Bring it in," she takes the phone from her, and takes a few before handing it back with a thank you.
When it's time for Satellite, she walks over to the side stage, and places her arms on the platform, cheek against her arms as she listens to him introduce the song, like he does every night.
"Now this song," he says to the microphone. "It's pathetic, really."
Screams.
Harry continues.
"I wrote it when I was kinda going through a breakup with someone very special to me. I'm–" he laughs. The screams get louder. "–I'm saying 'kinda', be cause we didn't even calling it a breakup– we weren't officially together. Then," Harry walks past her, and smiles at her before turning to the fans. "Then she said she didn't want me– didn't want anything to do with me, she said. So, I wrote Satellite, as one does," he laughs.
"Actually," he lifts up his finger in the air. "She's here– yeah!" Screams. "She's here, over there, watching me with the biggest smile– hi," he walks closer to her, then stops. "Are you having fun," he asks, still keeping the distance for obvious reasons.
The screams get louder and louder before Harry shushes them.
She nods, smiling up at him from her position.
He nods, too. "Good– I'm glad– this is your song, after all," he turns to the massive crowd. "This is Satellite."
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eeereee · 6 months
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Finally an update!
The Naiad's Bargain
Chapter 3: The Dinner
Read here on AO3
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Things have been kinda hectic lately, so sorry for the late post. Thanks to everyone who hasn't given up on the story yet!
I think I can start a new posting schedule with new chapters every Monday night (PST).
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after seeing a video where somebody calls a COD fanfic overrated with 400 comments of people talking about how much they dislike the story i am confident with saying tiktok has made some of you entirely too comfortable with sharing rude ass opinions online. 
People put these creators on a pedestal and feel as if there’s a degree of separation between them and it gives them this sense of entitlement so they feel comfortable sending rude messages and complaining about update schedules when they need to realize this is all content being made 1. for free 2. in between the schedule of the writers/artists day to day life that takes priority and 3. for FUN 
I think we all need to go back to the teachings of the early 2000′s when you first had a computer in the family room and the rule was “if you wouldn’t say it in person you shouldn’t say it online”
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bubbledtee · 2 years
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it’s halloween tomorrow and im already thinking abt writing christmas stuff for the tallica boys. this is mental illness
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kyouka-supremacy · 2 years
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Akutagawa in fanfictions: Has a complexion as white and soft as delicate porcelain. His hair twirls in the most pretty way making him look always soft and composed. His small lips are candid and soft. His long black eyelashes appear perfect at any hour of the day. His eyes have the same color of the moon and the same warmth of the sun. He wears a nice scent of moss, perhaps pine
Akutagawa in my mind: Hasn't seen sleep in two months. His eyes are hollow and bloodshot and his skin is gray and coarse and stretched on his face making it look close to a skull. His lips are chapped. His pupils are black and bottomless. His hair is scruffy, untamed and uneaven and is likely to have never met an hairbrush. Probably stinks. Definitely stinks. Overall looks like a rabid dog
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scyllaya · 2 months
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Ah, what a nice (altough slightly overdramatic) fic of my fave Guy 1/Guy 2 ship. Writer might be a bit young, as story is a bit trope-y, but the plot seems all right, let's give it a chance.
... Halfway through prominent female character who is friends with both guys (and is not romantically involved with either in canon) suddenly turns jealous and aggressive, including public screaming and tries to seduce, borderline sexually molest Guy 1. Everyone calls her a bitch, she ends up admitting she is so horrible and grovel for forgiveness.
Hmmm.... ok, writer might be involved in some shipping-related fandom-wank, mad at ppl who ship Guy 1 with her? Also, smells like misogyny. Not sure if I want to keep going, let's check next chapter, maybe it was just this one minor subplot.
... Guy 3 (who is also sometimes shipped with Guy 1) shows up, and is also suddenly an OOC irredeemable asshole who tries to sexually harass Guy 1, so everyone hates him and Guy 1 beats him up....
Yeah, ok, 100% shipping-war spite-fic. Thanks and good bye!
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tenpintsofsundrop · 8 months
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Recommended song/mood for Lesson Two: I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys
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