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bonchobrick · 7 months

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DCxDP Fic where the Batfam gets an item/ability which allows them for just that day, to temporarily be able to what someone best accomplishment(s) were in their lives. Little do they know Danny has just settled into their city (and that they were about to get the shock of their lives)

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At first the Batfam decides to have fun with it--theres not much titles can do to help them with cases unless theyre particularly lucky. So they take a walk together in disguises to observe the passerbyers, curious of what civillains of gotham have done in their lives.

One gruff guy who grumbles shoving Bruce's shoulder as he walks by has the title 'KITTY SAVIOR' adorned above him and the batfam are greeted by the knowledge he had saved a cat from getting hit by a car

A kid in his pteens whose been shoving pamphlets into peoples hands has 'ADVERTISEMENT SUPERSTAR' above his head as he apparently managed to save his family's resturant with his intense marketing prowess (remind Bruce to try hiring him in the future.)

And lastly they faux browse a store trying to scope out someone else interesting and are greeted by the title... 'OPENER OF PICKLE JAR' and they decide to head home as Jason nearly crying trying to muffle his laughter.

At the manor they all cant help but agree, walking has made them hungry, and theres no harm ordering a pizza or two. It's been a long, mildly interesting day, though they weren't expecting much from thing ability.

Imagine their surprise when they open the door to see a black haired blue eyed child, pizza boxes in one hand, the other hand out awaiting a drop of money–completely missing the fact the title 'DEFEATED THE MAD KING WHO HAS TORMENTED THE AFTERLIFE FOR EONS' was placed innocently above his head

"Your total is 23.11!" The fucking 'Ghost King' kid (APPARENTLY) cheerily states????

"Uh," Bruce says blankly staring at this kid's title as his mouth blurts out, "Could you give us a second?"

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froggyworlds · 1 year

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didn't mean for this to turn into TMC fanfiction but here we are. tw for dissociation, allusions to suicide/self harm, etc. basically all the canon-typical stuff

also somewhat spoilers for mandela catalyst!! because. because yeah.

A few weeks ago, you saw something at the gas station. One of the ones you see everywhere, even outside of the county, it wasn't locally-owned or anything.

It was just sitting there. It blinked at you.

Half-shadow.

Little sister, so afraid.

You go home and try to put it out of your mind.

There's a hole in your chest where a heart's supposed to be. It'd been gouged out one too many times by too many people you thought you could trust, friends and family members and the fucking police. You mentally check off a name on your checklist. One more bites the dust. Or the bullet, rather. Or whatever the hell it was. Not like you know.

Evelin doesn't know anything, either. That's the only new information you can gather. Evelin doesn't know anything. How does she not know anything? That idiot was her boyfriend.

Maybe she's hiding something. You two barely know each other, it's not out of the question. Not like you'd just go around handing out your trust to random people, either. But there's a feeling gnawing on you, on the place where your heart used to be, that there aren't a lot of potential allies left.

Something went off. A spark. A catalyst. It burns like bleach in the back of your throat, like snow freezing around your limbs, claws closing around your neck, like a bullet in the side of your head, a knife through your eye socket, a rope hastily tied into a noose in your hands, curling like tangled coils of television static in the back of your mind.

He's gone, he's gone, he's gone.

There aren't a lot of potential allies left.

But you can't trust anyone.

They're either deceptive monsters or they'll be stupid enough to get caught that it doesn't matter what their intentions were.

"Fuck," you heave from somewhere deep within, falling back onto your stupid, springy mattress and holding your face in your hands. Just for the sake of it, you say it again. Not like God's listening. If anything, He's probably dead. "Fuck."

Less than two minutes later, you're in your car - not the van, the van is missing, Adam and Jonah went out and died and didn't bother to bring it back - en route to one of your potential allies.

She worked with screens for long enough, maybe she's competent. You have to hope. She's better than your other singular alternative.

Alternate.

You want to throw up.

You stop on the side of the road and do just that, because who fucking cares anymore? Everything around you feels like it's tinged with greyscale static. Just pressing your hand against the car door feels like pressing your fingers against a television screen. You want to sink into it.

No, I don't. You pull back, shaking your head, trying to get rid of that feeling like cobwebs sticking your joints in place, latching to your tendons and gently tugging- it's only a tug, for now. You pretend you don't notice it and climb back into the driver's seat.

You don't have a GPS in this vehicle, and you don't have a paper map. But in case of an emergency you have a vague idea of where you're going and that's good enough for now.

Please still be alive. With how things are going - with Dave dead, and Jonah dead, and Adam probably dead - you wouldn't be entirely surprised if Evelin, too, had somehow miraculously found a way to die before you get there.

Maybe she'll just be gone. Maybe you'll wander in and the house will be empty and somehow strangely dusty and nothing will happen and you'll leave again. Maybe you'll never hear from anyone again. Maybe you'll see it there. Maybe it will follow you home. Maybe the solitude will kill you. Maybe there'll be blood splattered on the walls, maybe her body will be right there in the hallway. Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe this is going to change everything forever. Maybe it won't.

You're changed, too, you know.

Blood roars in your ears. It sounds like it's trying to tell you something, but the meanings are vague and the words are lost between the wails and screams and shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!

This is probably what M.A.D. is, right? This dizzy feeling, like your thoughts are being rattled around in a tight aluminum cage that grates painfully sharp on every soft edge. The inside of your brain feels like it's filled with papercuts. You grit your teeth and keep driving, half the mind given to calling ahead. If she doesn't pick up, it'll save you a lot of trouble and potentially an encounter.

Hands reach out from doorways and call your name. You close your eyes for a moment before realizing you're still on the road, and driving with your eyes closed is a surefire way to end up like almost everybody else.

"Adam's dead, isn't he."

It comes out of your mouth and you're half surprised when you say it. You were toying with the idea in your mind, the concept of Adam being dead, unsure if he really was or not. But it makes sense. No human would send you the kind of shit he had, not unless they were completely out of their mind and probably about to kill themselves anyways. Guess you made up your mind about that, then.

You're not out of your mind, are you?

You, Sarah Heathcliff, founder of the Bythorne Paranormal Society, younger sister of Mark Heathcliff, skipper of stones across the creek in your backyard when you were six, and a billion other titles of small things and big things and important things and-

Fuck. You are. You're losing it. That's just great. What a lovely way to end the week. Someone will ask you "Oh, how was your new year, Dear?" and you'll have to respond "It wasn't too great, actually, y'know. Two of my friends died and an alternate posing as one of them gave me M.A.D. Mmm, no, I'd say it wasn't too great at all."

You pull over on the side of the road, knots tying in your stomach as you grab your phone and, with a few jerky motions, punch in what you hope is the right phone number. The little buttons make a beep! noise with each press, so you know the thing's working. There's a little ringtone, and the call rings, and rings a little longer, and eventually rings through completely and goes to voicemail.

Maybe she is dead.

You toss the phone on the seat across from you in frustration. You can't get into the apartment building she lives in without someone opening the door, so there goes that entire-

Riing.

You freeze mid-thought. There's a heartbeat where you wonder if your ears are playing tricks on you, where you wonder if this is part of the symptoms of M.A.D. or if-

Riing.

Nope. Definitely not hearing things. You can't even stop yourself from thinking Thank God before fumbling for your phone again and answering. A female voice on the other end immediately pipes up.

"Hello?"

Your throat goes dry.

"Seriously. Did you call me or am I just going nuts?"

"I can't say whether you're losing your shit or not because I think the same thing's happening to me, but I did actually ring for you. This is Evelin, right?"

A pause. Some shuffling. Not suspicious at all, nope, of course not. When Evelin speaks again, her voice sounds a little strained. "Yep."

At that, there's another voice in the background. You can't quite make out what he's saying, but it's familiar, down to the little rasp at the end.

Anger, hot like melting wax, thrums through your veins. Is that Thatcher Davis? That pathetic, wet cat of an excuse for a police officer?! Is Evelin hanging out with the COPS now?!

"What the fuck was that?"

There's another pause from the other end. "Uh. Actually, I was just about to call you. Things are getting... heated."

"Heated," you echo, raising an eyebrow even while knowing full well she can't see your face. Heated, like the bubbling, plasticky smell of rubber tires on asphalt on a hot summer day? Heated, like the burning sensation in your eyeball you get directly after squeezing lemon into it? Heated, like accidentally putting your hand on a radiator? "What... kind of 'heated'?"

"Well, first of all, Adam's here."

You open your mouth to say something, but the moment you do the ability to form coherent speech completely evacuates your being. You close your mouth again with a click.

"He's- there's- I-I can't explain it, it's not- how fast can you get here?"

Your grip on the steering wheel tightens and you put your phone on speaker, dropping it in the seat next to you. Adam's dead. You decided that Adam was dead a few minutes ago. Whatever Evelin has over there, that is not her ex-boyfriend. "I'm already on my way."

"Unless you're on your way to the Mandela County Police Department, I don't actually think you are."

You're very, very lucky you hadn't started the car up again, because if you had you would've hit the brakes and sent yourself flying into the windshield. On second thought, maybe you would've been better off getting your skull sliced open with a giant piece of glass. "WHAT?! What are you doing there?"

"I was going to try for a job after Dave fired me, but the place was empty when I got here and an alternate tried to kill me and Thatcher kind of saved my ass and Dave died and- like I said, long story. Minor detail, I think everything we know is a lie. How far away are you?"

You could tell her you were going in the exact opposite direction, and won't be there for a few hours. You could just hang up now and never call her again. There are plenty of reasons not to get involved with this at all. There's the police. There's Adam, who's actually an alternate of Adam, who will probably definitely kill the only two allies you may have left in this godforsaken town.

You decide to listen to your intuition and go and see. The worst that happens is you die, and you're not entirely opposed to that outcome anymore.

#the mandela catalogue fic #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalyst #mandela catalyst spoilers #hey I just started Writing and literally couldn't stop so. yeah #this wasn't supposed to happen #like. this wasn't supposed to be tmc it just Turned Into That. oh well #this is in accordance with a fun little theory involving M.A.D. that was cooked up on Discord a while back #it doesn't actually dive into it entirely but. it's there if you look and Sarah isn't living loving and laughing for it #tmc fic #tmc fanfiction #sarah heathcliff #evelin miller #thatcher davis #adam murray #that last line is big hint btw. people who have already memorized everything that happened in mandela catalyst get it #anyways joy to the world. have fun I'm going back to homework now #please note that I miiight write more. we'll decide later #okay byeee !!#mythic's drabbles

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hippogrifffeathers · 6 months

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Fic Masterpost

long-overdue, but we got there in the end. apologies if the formatting is lacking/awkward to navigate, and thanks for reading!

everything has also been posted to my hl ao3 account, if that's your platform of choice

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(i can't) reign it in

ao3 | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

In the immediate aftermath of battle, the professors race further into the foundations of Hogwarts. They daren't focus on the dangerous pickling of magic in the air, or how empty wiggenweld bottles crack underfoot- all that matters is getting to MC and Eleazar. They find them, but in a worse state than anyone could have foreseen. In the weeks that follow, MC struggles to cope with the grief of losing Professor Fig, determined to solider on alone. Repressing that pain has potentially devastating consequences for the secret of Ancient Magic.

(a three-parter exploring what i imagine the aftermath of the final battle might look like, coupled with concerned staff, and the support of our beloved companions)

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Mentor Privileges

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'What just happened?' 'I just got us out of trouble.' 'No, you just pulled an Ominis.' 'I what' 'Excuse me?'

When Professor Weasley catches MC, Sebastian, and Ominis sneaking back into the castle after curfew, it seems like only one desperate move might keep them out of serious punishment. Except, before Ominis can even murmur a syllable about his family connections to the Headmaster, MC is speaking, claiming Professor Fig authorised their excursion, and it turns out there's another trump card among their ranks. Afterall, how could a professor argue with another professor?

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Is This Seat Taken?

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Ominis didn't usually mind History of Magic. Dull as it was, at least the class gave him a change to get some peaceful sleep for once. It was almost enough to make up for the stinging loneliness that came with the reminder that he was sitting alone, that nobody wanted to sit next to a Gaunt- nobody except Sebastian and once upon a time, Anne.

And maybe, in the light of a newly blossoming friendship, MC.

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A Foal's Trust

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Death had a way of haunting you, especially when it occurs at your own hands. Sebastian hasn't been the same since that fateful night in the Feldcroft Catacombs, and struggles to come to terms with who he is in the aftermath- his gaze skirted around mirrors, he couldn't trust his own defensive magic, and begins to fade in to himself, steeping in self doubt.

For weeks, MC has felt condemned to watch as Sebastian's thoughts drifted to where they couldn't follow, longing to reach out and help, but feeling lost in knowing where to start.

But maybe it doesn't have to come from them.

And as it happens, they know just the den of unicorns that might be able to help.

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Don't Blame Me

ao3 | chapter one

Sebastian's concerns for MC's safety are at an all-time high. He's had it with their recklessness, their decision to trust a goblin the final nail in the coffin- if they refuse to listen to reason, insisting on continually endangering themselves, then Sebastian would simply have to take measures into his own hands.

When rumours begin to circulate about their latest exploit (the takedown of an ashwinder base) he's hit with an epiphany. Perhaps the enemy of his friend, could be his ally.

Whatever happened next, at least he'd always know MC was alive, no matter what the cost.

#hogwarts legacy #my fics #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #eleazar fig #all my fics are seasoned with seb x mc even where it isn't the focus simply bc of who i am as an individual #on this note i think i'll be dropping off for a while #i'll still stop by this account from time to time #and the ao3 #but probably no more writing unless i fall back into hl sometime in the future #unsure if this is common (but from the fandom death it sure looks like it is) but i've struggled to find motivation in this fandom?#which is something i could s o talk on about for a while (fandom death is always interesting especially if the fandom is new)#and sadly it really has got the best of me for hl #but hey idk i'd like to at least finish my pt two of 'don't blame me'!#how does one do a /fic/ masterpost i simply do not know

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shivasdarknight · 21 hours

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banging my head on the table

why do people have this urge to come onto other peoples' posts and make it about themselves.

the number of times ive talked about My Own Lore publicly and someones come onto My post to talk about their stuff while completely ignoring everything i said.

like do you not realize how shitty that feels. wouldnt you not want it to happen to you.

then why the FUCK do you do it to others.

#yes this is about xiv twt.#original #a recent SERIES of incidents of this nature reminded me of one that had me delete my own damn thread #i was just spitballing echo ideas and someone came in to take my ideas and start talking about their ideas and how to apply my stuff to #their character and everything witHOUT AT ALL acknowledging ANYTHING i said #(this is also the same person who i dm'd when trying to decide between two voice claims for surkie #and instead of giving feedback they just took one of them for their own character #''hey im thinking kaine or jackass'' ''oh i hadnt considered jackass for my character im gonna use that now! :)'' End Me.)#theres a common excuse that comes with a lot of these and i just. theres a point where you need to Stop using that excuse #because its such a widespread problem of people whove never been in collaborative writing spaces that dont know how to Take Turns Talking #or asking into the other person's stuff. like if you ever wonder why i stop talking to you #think for a second and maybe look back at the conversations to see how equal they are in terms of attention and consideration #at some point i just start ghosting bcuz im too exhausted to deal with people who just come onto my posts where im talking about My story #just to redirect to them and their shit and what they do its just #i already deeply feel like shit about what i write and i know the majority of the people who i talk to dont read my shit #i know of maybe 3 people who have out of How many people who've said they would but never have?#who say they like my writing but never actually touch it?#you dont need to add onto it by turning attention back to yourself when im talking to myself on my twt or tumblr.#what i decide to post about my writing is not a launching pad for you to go on about your wol and i s2g y'all need to stop #it's such assholish behavior

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noriaki-kak · 5 months

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Hewo,,,,I was wondering if you had any writings tips! Where did you learn your craft? Do you have a favourite author?

Ooh man, my answers to this are probably gonna be kinda disappointing ghfgd. I’m pretty much entirely self taught for fun and I don’t read as much as I wish I did nowadays. I like to try and match the way I write to the time period the scene’s setting is closest to. So a lot of my stuff ends up sounding flowery and old fashioned.

I’ve been wanting to find the time to start reading more because that’s one of the best ways to refine how you write, seeing what other people are doing. But for now, what I do is just look back at things I wrote a while ago and pick apart what I like and don’t like about it and what I wanna do with that in the future. It’s easier once you get some distance from something to look at it objectively.

I’m honored you’d think to ask but I’m truly the worst person to give tips bc I barely know what im doing gjfgd. I feel confident in writing character scenes with heightened intense emotions but everything else is a bit of a struggle. And I’m not even sure how to put into words what my process is even for the stuff I’m confident with.

#I tried thinking of some advice I could give but everything boiled down to ‘this is just kinda how my brain works’#LIKE EVERY TIME I STARTED TO TYPE SOMETHING OUT IT WAS FEELING VERY ‘Hey have any tips on how to win the race?’#’Heh of course… simply run very fast.’ gjfgdg #when I write I sit down in front of the computer and just groove #and at the end I’m either like #Woah this is neat #or #ough what is this #EVEN BASIC STUFF LIKE ‘don’t be afraid to be very descriptive!’#sometimes that Doesn’t pan out for me so I’d also say #‘don’t be afraid to keep it simple!’#the only other thing I’d say is that for the sake of the feeling of the scene don’t be afraid to break a few punctuation rules #but that’s easy for me to say #I barely know the rules in the first place fjfhsg #very good at vocabulary….absorb new words like a sponge #still not sure how to use a semi colon even though I’ve probably looked it up hundreds of times at this point #THANK YOU FOR ASKING THOUGH!!! sorry for the janky answer #once I’ve got the time to really get back into reading I’ll let you know who my favorite author ends up being

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rubberbandballqueen · 10 months

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hmm i have like, 500-600 taiwan dollars leftover in a tin from the last time i visited relatives... i wonder what would happen if i just handed it to my little cousins like. "yep. here is gift. have fun."

#i heard them trying to sound out 'eidelweiss' on the piano so i've also been thinking of giving them this little music box i bought #a while back that plays eidelweiss. put it in little box with money and letter that is like. 'hello. cousin cares about you.'#'but cousin is awkward and has bad hearing and speaking skills. anyway here's some money and a music box for you.'#i checked n it's like the equivalent of almost 20 usd so like. that's an appropriate gift for nine-year-olds i think #today at work i was cutting glow sticks in half for our craft and i was not wearing any gloves so i got minor chemical burns <3 #like part of the skin on my thumb n pointer finger got bleached so i went around n showed alllll the kids #like. 'hey. check out my chemical burn. this is why we wouldn't let you guys cut open the glow sticks yourselves.'#'because it will do This to you if you touch them too long. this is why we had you wash your hands when you finished.'#n some of them were like 'just wash it off' n i was like. 'it is a chemical burn. it is on my skin.'#at least i Think it was a chemical burn but i mean it was very minor (makes sense bc it's just glow sticks) so the skin's flaked off by now #similar happens when i touch my hair bleach w/o gloves so i'm Pretty Sure it was chemical burns #we had a table of kids who were speaking cn to each other so at some point i pieced together they didn't seem to pay attn. bc low en skills #anyway i broke my own rule abt no phones at work to look up 'chemical burns' in cn for them bc although they know i speak Some cn #(by giving them minor instructions for the glow stick craft) i was like. 'chemical burns... how to say....'#apparently they are mostly from taiwan which is fun i love it when i Don't receive microaggressions for writing in traditional c':#today's my only camp shift for the week tho... one of my coworkers died last week so i told my boss i could pick up his camp shifts #if no one else had but apparently i'd go over hours this week... feelsbad man. it's summer + we're always understaffed #so there's gonna be a point when the front desk worker is gonna be covering the camps for a little bit which is. i feel bad ahaha #the worm speaks

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his-grapejuice · 1 year

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my writing blog has 100 followers i will announce officially later but hooo boy

#102 actual #ly #but for 3 fics 👀👀#hey #irs a big deal for me #i rmb hitting 1.7k on chichikoi before and #my god was it nostalgic to look back on the 100 200s times #(mostly bc i went through a lot of experiences on here but still!!)#it was absolutely humbling #and it made me so grateful for each and every person who follows #bc 100!!#anywayssss #thank u guys 😅😅😅#i am hella hella busy right now. and im probably not going to write much because of my amazingly painful schedule and writers block #but im going to create an art account soon!!#(by soon i mean in a month or two maybe)#so stay tuned i guess #ok byeeeeeeee

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pankomako · 6 months

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sometimes media serves as an example of what NOT to do. now i say this thinking about a streamer committing too much time to an impossible task when he has more important things to do but genuinely this goes for a lot of media and people need to remember that

#people saying 'oh this character is a bad example' maybe that's the point.#a lot of the time a creator will write with the intention of saying 'hey see this? don't do this.' but you cant expect them to just SAY tha #a good writer's not gonna take the consumer aside and say that Thing Bad. it circles back to showing not telling #if the character doing Bad Thing ends up facing consequences for their actions it's safe to say that the author thinks Thing Bad!#i have ocs who smoke but i would never smoke myself nor encourage others to. eventually these ocs quit smoking late in the narrative #but one of them has to realize how his smoking negatively affects his relationships before he makes the decision to quit #for a majority of the story he happily smokes and sees nothing wrong with it nor does the rest of the main cast say much abt it #a lot of the ocs in this story are bad examples one way or another. in fact one is an abuser but he eventually gets what he deserves #a person could create bigoted characters that may not even be antagonists but that does not mean they themself are bigoted #it's important to look at the writing surrounding a character before claiming the creator is glorifying or supports the character's actions #but apparently some people just dont do that i guess! like idk ive heard things #if i were to write a story about queerness it would NOT be happy feel-good everyone is supportive rainbow utopia. there WOULD be queerphobe #simply because i want to reflect my experience. would the queerphobes change? probably not! doesnt mean i agree with them #whoopsie i went on a tangent. didnt even mean to haha

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josephslittledeputy · 10 months

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Accidentally getting carried away and letting John treat Willa like his own personal art canvas haaaa....

#no of course he doesnt carve a few sins into her and he definitely doesnt perform scarification on her back #(the same edens gate symbol on her back that joseph has but a scarification version)#and he absoooolutely doesnt carve JS somewhere (whos initials are they really? John? Jacobs? Josephs??)#((faith finds them later & totally adds her own while deputy is asleep in the bliss pffft))#rambling while writing #and after experiencing all that the seeds have to offer she'd still say that john was one of the better experiences she had #(like girl what?? get back to your therapist asap cause you need it)#milo walking in after being told to patch willa up like 'hey bud- OH MY GOD' *voms after looking at her back*#okok im done rambling soz #tbd #dnrb

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fromcainwithlove · 1 year

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tagged by @sgtjamesrogers 💜

tagging @hungerpunch @husbono @thermocrying @veryspecificfantasies @baking-soda @astronomical-light @seulgoodtome @yekoc @ anyone else who wants to please do

pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

the enemy of good (steph/klay)

The light in the bathroom clicks off, tumbling the room into a fuller darkness. Klay moves like another shadow, only taking on weight and form when he settles on the bed. Even then, he’s softly drawn at the edges, pencil lines and shades of grey.

almost total wreck (charles/his own fucked psyche)

“Okay,” he said, letting everything else fall away. Transmuting rage to stillness. Making himself into a mouth to be kissed.

Pierre held his face in both hands and kissed him again, and Charles felt the anger in his stomach jackknife into desire, but it left behind a wound.

staring at the sun (steph/klay/jordan)

He loses time there, heart synced to the rhythm of Steph’s mouth, the sound of his own breathing. The way he can’t feel his hands and feet really, might not even have any but like, who needs them, he’ll get new ones. Everything’s narrowed to mouths: the warm velvet of Steph’s lips and tongue, and his own mouth working over Klay’s fingers in sympathy, all spit and teeth. It’s so good he keeps sliding sideways out of his body, watching from the edge of the bed, and he has to tell himself get back get back be in there.

untitled gyuhao i really need to finish

Mingyu found a sheet of glow-in-the-dark stars his sister sent him on his birthday and they stuck them all over the ceiling, the back of the door, their own skin. There’s one on Minghao’s forehead, a tiny shooting star on the curve of his cheek, the soft chemical glow just enough to catch the shine of his eyes when they turn out the lights.

“I like it in here,” Mingyu says into the three inches of watery grey darkness between them.

“Me too,” Minghao says, the sticker on his cheek pulling with his smile.

the random yukierre thing i wrote a couple weeks ago or whenever what is time anyway

“nope,” yuki says, popping the p, “now i am just fine if you lock up because you are busy thinking about me,” and pierre laughs, the sound punched out him, gathering yuki’s face in his hands and saying, “god, you’re so—” before breaking off to show him what he is.

ask me twice (louis/zayn)

"Yes, Zayn, that's exactly it. I've been so miserable the last year, as evidenced by how I pretty much live at your and Harry's flat, that I decided to take you out to a nice restaurant on our anniversary and break it off. How did you see through my clever plan."

read the right signs (liam/louis)

"It had gone on long enough," Zayn says. "Y'always let things go on too long."

"I don't either," Louis sulks. "You're just not any fun. Liam's fun. Liam understands that some things are always funny."

They've transitioned from fighting to cuddling with no step in between, the way they often do; Louis's head suddenly feels leaden against Zayn's shoulder, and Zayn's hand on his face has turned gentle, stroking over the lingering warmth in his cheek. "Liam lets things go on too long, too," Zayn says, his voice sounding deeper, burred with relaxation and resonating in his chest beneath Louis's ear. "You're both idiots, s'why you're good together. And also, like, awful together."

"We're not anything together," Louis says, perhaps too quickly. "Except mates."

"Ah," Zayn says.

"Bandmates. Mates in a band."

"Mm."

true north (a hockey player you’ve never heard of/a baseball player you’ve never seen)

Once, in his sleep, he cupped the knob of your shoulder in his palm, and his fingers fell straight down your bicep. The next time you watched him start he threw that pitch for the out and you thought about where those hands had been the night before, you wondered who he'd been facing down in his dream when he held you so carefully.

lost year (jason spezza/antoine vermette)

You laugh and you dance and you drink until you're thick with it, mouth numb with tequila, the stupid meat of your tongue pinpricked and studded with salt. Someone's hands are holding your head up, counting off the double-time run of your heart, feeding you shots; it doesn't matter who they belong to. Melted down inside your skin like this, every touch is good. Every smile is easy. Everyone likes the way you shine.

#only nine bc i ran out of steam #also seriously anyone who follows me should do this if they want #it was good to look back through some old stuff #like hey i could kinda write once #would love to do it again #meme #or whatever #lira writes

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tianhai03 · 2 years

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hey everyone. im not here to post art right now, i just have something on my mind that i kinda wanna ramble about, which i’ll put under a read more below bc its really long lol. i know this is kinda sudden but i promise its nothing serious. stick around if you’re somehow interested in listening to my ramblings, if not then thank you for reading this anyway, and thanks for all your continuous support :)

i cant remember the reason why anymore, but a couple minutes ago i felt like going through all the blogs ive followed on here. i only follow like 276 blogs if i remember correctly, it’s not much considering how i’ve been here since 2015. i probably felt like looking through it because i was reminded of an artist i follow here and i wanted to see if they’ve updated anything, i have no clue lol.

anyways i looked through the list, and i found a lot of artists ive followed since my early days in 2015, when i first started posting art. some i still remember fondly, some i have vague memories of, and others... i just dont recognize anymore. the only thing im sure of is that they were all artists i looked up to very much, artists who have also definitely motivated me to keep drawing just so i can be as good as them someday. im confident enough to say that ive gotten close to a lot of their levels already, and i am now very comfortable with drawing in a style that is uniquely my own. i have all these artists to thank for that.

but... another thing ive also realized is, most of them arent posting anymore. some have already stopped before i myself stopped tumblr briefly in around 2019, but a lot of them stopped at that exact same year. it makes me kinda sad, i remember looking forward to these artists’ drawings often, but a lot of them just kinda dipped out of existence 3 years ago, without other social medias that i can check to make sure theyre still around. it made me think about how hellish every year has been starting from 2019, it mightve only been 3 years but it sure felt like its been a decade. all i can do right now is hope that they’re still okay, somewhere in the world, still safe and still doing whatever they love.

and on the same note, i hope every single person who is still following me, who still constantly come up to this crumbling website, maybe even look forward to me posting my art; i hope you guys are doing well too. i know there are a lot of people who were from my old 2018 dmc days (since i came back to the fandom just half a year ago and a lot of people started checking up on me again), some of you guys were probably even from my earliest 2016 undertale days; whether you followed me 6 years ago or just today, i want to thank you guys, from the bottom of my heart, for always giving me kind support on the things i do. i am not joking when i said i wont be here right now if it werent for you guys. thank you so, so much.

#guess i just felt like getting sappy today.#im sorry if this makes anyone anxious; i promise i am totally okay and nothing bad is happening to me #it's just... sometimes you look back on your life to remember the things you've done that led to the life you have today #ive been doing that a lot lately. and i just wanted to talk about what ive thought about #i actually feel a lot better thinking about things like this. it reminds me of the reason why i started drawing in the first place #with how things have been lately especially with my own uni life; it gets so frustrating its very easy to forget why i liked drawing so much #but im not gonna forget about it now; even if i stop drawing someday i'll forever hold on to these memories #i probably sound like a broken record now but; genuinely; thanks for everything i really do appreciate it #allyrambles #long post #if youve read till here #through this long ass post ive been writing for over 30 minutes now #do me a favour and talk to a long time friend you have that you havent talked to in a while #yknow the ones. you were super close but then you just slowly stopped talking to each other? even though nothing bad happened?#do me a favour and just shoot them a message. a short one will do #even a little 'hey we havent talked in a while; just wanted to check up on you and make sure youre still okay' is enough #times are tough right now. it has been for the past 2 years for everyone #if you can do it; im sure it will brighten someone's day up; to know that theres someone out there who still cares #someone will appreciate the kindness #im gonna go now. this post has gotten way longer than i expected and its almost time for bed #i hope everyone has a decent day :) thanks again for reading #hopefully i dont regret this someday lol

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