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subtlehysteria · 2 years

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Sometimes it’s people, his important people. Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen feature at least once although there’s more of Han and Leia and the others. There’s a page for Biggs, made up constellations in the background, and there’s a double spread of an old Ben Kenobi and his younger counterpart smiling opposite him. There are quite a few of Grogu, of the child sleeping or playing in the garden. There’s one Luke is especially fond of with Grogu holding his favourite silver ball and smiling, his little beskar pendant he likes to teeth on hanging around his neck.

But of course, out of all of the pages that his notebook has to land open on it’s the drawings of Mando.

From my latest DinLuke fanfic The Weight of Words (click for better quality!)

#fic: the weight of words #dinluke #dinluke fanart #dinluke fanfic #dinluke animation #din djarin #luke skywalker #my writing #my art

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eskawrites · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Wheeler Family (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, and everything that entails, Self-Hatred, Terrible Coping Mechanisms, a desperate need to just fucking sleep Summary:

Robin finds her upstairs, in her room, curled up at the foot of the bed and staring numbly at the wall.

“Can I join you?” she asks quietly. “My character died to gnolls, so it got pretty boring pretty quick down there.”

Nancy doesn’t really nod, but she doesn’t say no, either. Robin sits down beside her, and they exist together in silence for a while.

or, Nancy doesn't have people. She only hurts them. Robin keeps showing up anyway.

i started writing this bc @dufrau challenged me to write something that was less than 2000 words. so naturally, it became over 10k words of nonsense. better luck next time i suppose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#ronance #ronance fic #this was also mostly written on days when i was annoyed after work so make of that what you will #idk man sometimes you gotta write thousands of words of sad nonsense to get it out of your system #fics brought to you by weighted blanket season

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flowerflamestars · 1 year

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Feyre played for time, biting the already beginning to disintegrate cardboard straw in her iced matcha. Feyre didn’t like green tea. Had been known to proclaim on many immoderate occasions that it tasted like grass, mournful that pretty tea latte colors couldn’t be worked into her grid without waste.

“Lucien always likes the omelets,” Elain pointed out, sunny. Nesta could hear the leather toe of her flats taping the floor. “We could split one?” Feyre shook her head, setting back down the undrunk tea. “I’m not eating animal products. No sugar, no carbs, no coffee, no nightshades, no seed oils.” Nesta’s normally very healthy blood pressure skyrocketed in a way she could quite literally feel. “Seed oils?” An open handed gesture toward the matcha, slowly separating as the ice melted under bright California sunshine. “I’m on a cleanse!” She hopped up, catching the strap of her heart-shaped purse from the back of her chair, “Just running to the bathroom. Can you order me the kale kiwi protein smoothie? Thanks!” The dark surface of Nesta’s coffee held no answers, but she gazed into it anyway. Three inches of liquid was about enough for a human being to drown in, theoretically. “Do you think,” Elain was laughing, hushed, horror needing a sheer output, “That she knows almond milk has almond oil in it?” Nesta heaved a sigh, tilting back in her chair. “Do nuts count as seeds?” Hibiscus, darkly red and dreamy violet blue provided cover for the tables, trellis arched into a whole porch overhead. Feyre’s favorite restaurant, all day brunch. Feyre’s favorite foods. For her birthday eight months before, she’d eaten a waffle made out of bacon. “Maybe she’s pivoting into wellness content?” Elain asked, hysteria reeled in.

#the way this fic makes my brain PURR #Nesta Archeron voice: YOU HAVE A LIVER? KIDNEYS? COOL THERE'S YOUR CLEANSE #THE REAL DANGER IS WEIGHT CYCLING CAUSING LONG TERM DAMAGE TO YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH FOOD #Feyre as an influencer is literally maybe one of my favorite things I've ever come up with #not Fey a few thousand words later hiding from her wedding planner/best friend Mor to inhale a burrito #my god we are talking about allll kinds of fuckery in this one #it IS A sexy love story #(yes I'm hording the Tarquin content for The Reveal)#but also?#a hating certain flavors of rich people story #a pointing out that weddings make people crazy story #also. very quietly. a story about carelessness vs compassion #A ROM COM FIRST AND FOREMOST HOWEVER #Nesta is three seconds from murder at all times #Elain ALSO is but she's trying #sometimes your sister decides to marry a guy nineteen years older than her and it's bad #sometimes its worst because he's a billionaire she's known a grand total of FIFTEEN DAYS #there are too many fires to put out frankly

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distant--shadow · 1 year

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yeah i'm a comment snooper and i cant find the whatsapp exchange i gave you after seeing this but @picturesofthegoneworld what does it feel like to always be right?

romance novel laudna manifested

reminding everyone they should be reading intertwined, if not for this then for the pre episode 52/early days scar worship or the figuring out and navigating magic together or just like how vividly the enviroment is discussed and how on point the voices are (and handsome imogen in a cowboy hat)

#i feel like after every episode of the campaign or 4sd i wanna message you like hey you predicted another thing or weight to a word #or sentiment between them #pioneering queen #episode 52 had me like ok i gotta re-read every time youve wrote about imogens scars #imodna #imogen temult #laudna #fic fanboy #excuse me whilst i big up fic writers

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subtlehysteria · 2 years

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If this photo tells him anything, it’s that the Luke from before was one who laughed easily. Maybe he was one to crack jokes or make stupid comments when he probably shouldn’t have just to try and lighten the mood a bit.

Like he can’t stand the idea of not having a reason to smile.

From my latest DinLuke fanfic The Weight of Words (please click for better quality!)

Also, bonus Luke art below:

#fic: the weight of words #dinluke #dinluke fanart #dinluke animation #star wars #the mandalorian #my art #my writing #din djarin #luke skywalker

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svtskneecaps · 5 days

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literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630

parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.

oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.

“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.

“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.”

“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”

They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.

Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.

“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.

“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.

Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.

“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”

The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.

“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.

The countdown ended.

And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.

“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”

Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.

“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.

“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.

“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.

“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.

“In Spanish?” Maximus said.

“Um.”

Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.

“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”

“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”

Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.

“What is that?” Fit demanded.

“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.

“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”

“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.

“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”

(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)

(That was to say, the first first day.)

The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.

“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.

“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”

“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”

“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”

With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.

“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.

She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”

He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”

(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)

Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.

He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.

He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.

(it was, and it wasn’t)

So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.

It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.

And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.

His bitch wife killed their daughter.

(Everything went faster, after that.)

Slime wanted to kill him.

Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!

(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.

this was not that world)

There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.

If he killed them all, it would bring her back.

(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.

this was not that world)

They held a trial.

If he won, it would bring her back.

(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.

this was not that world)

Tilín was still before she hit the ground.

Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.

“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”

She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”

(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.

this was not that world)

His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.

They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.

He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.

Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?

He went back to eggxile.

He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.

He went back to the mine.

“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”

He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.

No, he just needed to clear his head.

Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp juanaflippa #won't tag his partner since he didn't get to star much in this part #this idea is at its core a flipo FAMILY fic though it starts out with slime #just. the problem is getting to that point. bc beyond these words i have like 500 more lmao #for anyone curious for directors commentary in the tags:#pequeño dormir' is on purpose; i figured that would be a mistake slime would make at day 14 on the island #i also omitted the ¿ and ¡ from slime's spanish dialogue for the same reason; it's as close to an actual accent as i can get in text #(accent as in accented speech not accented letter; speaking spanish with an american accent)#slime's quote at the end about where people sit is taken verbatim from one of his streams #at time of posting it is available on his vods channel titled 'we won the war. (qsmp)'#a lot of the day 1 dialogue and flippa's dialogue from tilín's death is also verbatim #oh and the sequence from the 'we won the war' vod carries a lot of weight in the idea (wasn't the spark but it filled some gaps)#for me the cave gases are what drives every loop; time rolls back whenever slime inhales too much gas and 'forgets'#i don't have exact mechanics about it but suffice it to say if ANYONE were to spend too much time in this random ass cave #they would also loop back in time; slime's just the one who in this timeline Happened to discover it #shut up vic #block game brainrot #yea idk i just liked some of the dialogue tbh i think this gets super messy after they get flippa and then brings it back around at the mine #it's got some messy pacing in that middle bit but the foundation of a time loop story is its loop 0 #that's what every loop after it has to call back to; that's the beauty of a time loop story #how is this different from loop 0; how is it the same #we've come so far only to get nowhere at all yknow #i'm a fan of stories rhyming but ESPECIALLY time loops so this is the setup for a lot of that #dude i gotta send this i've been sitting on parts of this draft for a year #may someone besides me read these words 🙏 thank you and goodnight #if people say nice things maybe i'll finally wring more words out of my brain. idk.#long tags

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stellerssong · 4 months

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user stellerssong what is Your Girl? i took to the snippet like fish to water.... is it an abandoned WIP? thank you so much for answering and sharing, and apologies in advance for horizonposting in your asks

oh sorry that wasn't super clear! i meant "Your Girl" as in "Beta, A Girl Who Is Loved By You, Tumblr User Fauxpsa"—the title of the wip is actually "ocher, crimson, azure blue," known to some as "the sleepover makeover fic" or "swan stellerssong got really into the face paints round about halfway through her hfw playthrough." and, yeah, it's inactive at the moment as i'm traversing other fandoms, but i'm really glad you enjoyed what you read of it! fond of that little thang.

#chatter #asks #f: hzd #while working on this fic i did have the bright idea ''hey what if i put EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CHARACTER I CAN THINK OF IN THIS FIC''#fic promptly bowed under its own weight bc oh yeah that's a lot of character voices. some which i don't really know how to capture (talanah #but as i say i've got a soft spot for it. and i do like a prickly hyperverbal big-word-using gal for pov #also did have a moment just after main story playthrough where i was like ''hey i could recreate those face paints on mine very own face''#and y'know dear reader. some of them were kind of a look!

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lover-of-mine · 1 year

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You know how you can parallel 5b Eddie to 6b Buck? You know fear-o-phobia ends with Eddie and the "that I'm never gonna feel normal again" and fade to black because the first step Eddie needed to take was to admit something was wrong? How insane would it be Buck showing up at Eddie's door, much like he did on 6x12, and the door is barely out of the way, Eddie is still taking Buck's appearance in, and Buck looks a bit devastated as he looks at Eddie and goes "I died" because the thing Buck needs to do is face it and bam, fade to black, see you next week (or next season)?

#911 #911 spoilers #911 speculation #i have thoughts #i swear i was trying to write something funny when the thought occurred to me #i dont want to put this on the fic #the fic ia supposed to be funny #this would NOT be funny #oh god kapakaoakapalapka #seriously tho #having Buck say the words with the weight attached to it is actually in the realm of possibility #buck

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 5 months

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Good Morning! Quick question, are 'Whistle In The Dark' and 'Weight Off Your Shoulders' completed series?

not you mentioning my next two releases and in order no less lmao

Whistle in the Dark has one more part, which I will release soon. It currently sits at 13k, so she's a hefty gorl.

Weight Off Your Shoulders has a two parter holiday special situation that will be released this month closer to Xmas. (It might have to be split into three bc I cannot fucking shut up ever.)

In my mind, WitD definitely has an end. WoYS is more open and drabble-y in the future in my mind.

Thank you for reading!

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

#a word from puddles #puddles asks #fic: whistle in the dark #fic: a weight off your shoulders

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portalford-hasadeathray · 1 year

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lunannex · 2 years

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Masterlist of my Allison Hargreeves fics

i promise (i’ll do better)

In the moments following Patrick filling for divorce, Allison makes a split-second decision to call Diego.

set fire to the rain

Set post-S2 but it’s not S3 compliant. After an outing gone wrong, Allison and Five find themselves kidnapped by amateurs.

grey is not a compromise

A S3 speculation fic that explores Allison’s grief after finding out Claire doesn’t exist in the Sparrow timeline. (now with fanart by the wonderful @cleverclove)

the kids from yesterday

(Multi-chapter, ongoing) 6 times Allison was almost there for her siblings and one time they were there for her.

kalopsia series:

Summary:

kalopsia /ka • lop • se • a/:

(n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

weight of my words

An in-depth exploration of Allison and her journey of self-growth during the months leading up to the events of the first season of the show.

frail illusions

Claire is five months old the first time Allison rumors her. Just an introspective look into the rumor that started it all.

spring’s masquerade

One day, Allison looks at Patrick and realizes that they don’t know each other nearly as well as they should.