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utterlyinevitable · 10 months

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OMG so @choicesprompts is doing a rewrite event where you're encouraged to write a scene from any movie/tv show, etc. but using your PB Choices characters. I know you're not writing much for PB these days, but could you do a Hamilton scene with Ethan x Becca? (Because the idea has me giddy!)

Elsa!!!! Ooo that’s an idea and a half!

For you, I shall try BUT you need to pick a song. and no I will give you no context clues (tho you can probably sense where these are going 😂)

#*to the tune of shots* angst angst angst #askboxed #lmaooo is this MY shot

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fizzy-dizz · 4 months

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Lumiere's Sick Day: Pages 1-2 Lumiere catches the flu and is forced to stay in his room and rest. Cogsworth comes by to keep him company (whether he likes it or not!!!) Next

Ok so I've set myself a challenge this year to create a comic, and here it is! With these two buffoons <33 This is essentially just a generic sickfic except I'm not v good at writing so I'm drawing it instead LMAO

I'll be posting in two-page increments weekly, orrrr whenever I get them done. To the 3 ppl who care abt them pls enjoy!!!

#batb #beauty and the beast #disney #cogworth #lumiere #lumiworth #well. ive written it to be quite platonic but the drawings may suggest otherwise LMAOOO #artz #comic #lumiere's sick day #i will not abbreviate that #GRGRHGHJRGRHJGFRH I just. wahhhh i just love them alot #EXPLODES #i am so proud of that overhead shot on the 2nd page #u know how hard it is to figure out angles for characters that barely have screentime?? i am literally just guessing how they look here #to my surprise there are acc quite a few fics out there of lumiere dying. what does this mean #do not fret tho im a silly cutesy artist he will not die (i know boringgg)#the script i have been tinkering about since october so im v excited to draw it all out

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pigeonxp · 6 months

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also it is canon that the federation is sending lovejoy out on tour, so they r CANONICALLY the reason why q!wilbur is gone. ALSO, i do 100% think that tallulah has every right to be mad and upset by the situation (because lets be honest, its an incredibly shitty position to be in), but the fandom getting mad for her is beyond annoying, especially because in the beginning, q!wil TOLD HER OUTRIGHT (audience included!!!!) that he was not going to be there for a very long time. he made it crystal clear to everyone that he was going to be gone, so much so that he was unsure if he wanted to adopt tallulah because he knew he couldnt provide for her what she needed, and tallulah understood and still wanted him to be her father and adopt her. EVERYONE was aware of what was going to happen, so even though he has not been able to physically be there for her, it is unfair to say that he is a deadbeat and a shit dad because he literally explicitly stated that he wasnt going to be around much. also, in his last stream he confirmed that q!wilbur has canonically been sending monthly letters to her even tho him as cc!wilbur isnt able to physically write letters so the idea that hes been zero contact with her is also fucking stupid (i wish that they mentioned this in the lore more tbh because it is continuing the narrative that hes a horrible parent). ALSO the narrative that he doesnt provide is stupid anyway because he literally provides for the entire island which is why he is away in the first place (canonically). its not even that he doesnt log on in canon, its that he is literally being SENT AWAY. like omfg STOP VILLAINIZING HIM JFC

#i am a tallulah lover first and foremost and just because she is bitter right now does not mean she does not love her father #she misses him and this is completely valid and fair #but i hope at some point he is able to come back and tell her that he was busy because of the feds sending him away #not because he didnt want to be there #because we ALL KNOW that he wants to be there #he is just not able to be.#new game take a shot every time i say “canonically” or “canon” LMAOOO #anyway rant over #for now at least #i will always defend wilbur characters idk #especially with the amount he is mischaracterized i have made it my personal mission to debunk all bad character rumors #this is me avoiding writing an essay for school #q!wilbur #q!tallulah #qsmp #qsmp wilbur #qsmp tallulah

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breezypunk · 1 year

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Creatures of the night.

"I knew there wasn't an ounce of innocence left in you, Goro.."

"I never claimed there was, V. Your evilness is just a little more intense."

"Saying I rubbed off on you?"

"I am saying if I see something I do not like.. I take care of it."

"Didn't like that guy coming on to me, huh?"

"No.. V.. I-"

"Shut up, there's no idiot but you in my eyes."

"Except blood. Come here V, you-"

"No. It means something. Hell, look at your face. You're covered.. You must really like me for someone who hates me."

"Clearly I hate you, V."

"You did all this.. for me. Now look, you're a mess."

"So are you. I did not ask for you to jump in."

"What can I say.. if I see something I don't like, I take care of it. That means anyone who puts their hands on you that's not me."

"We will be in a lot of trouble, though."

"Goro.. our hearts may not be beating anymore but.. live a little."

"I suppose what Hanako-sama does not know cannot hurt her.."

"Exactly. Now get over here."

#cyberpunk 2077 #shippy saturday #oc: vaughn leblanc #goro takemura #otp: golden hues #corpo au: omerta #vampire au #takemura x v #male v #my screenshots #queue mean the world #catch me taking these at 3 a.m #spontaneous shots uwu #that is not wine in that glass #it's never wine lmaooo

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twistedappletree · 10 months

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TYPE: One-shot (bite sized!)

JURISDICTION: It’s feelings realization, your honor.

PAIRING: Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui

SIDE CHARACTERS: Lan Jingyi, unnamed town girls

ELEMENTS: Town setting, canon universe, first kiss, Jin Ling POV, internal monologue, awkward juniors being awkward because feelings are confusing~

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He doesn’t ask what’s wrong with himself because it’s obvious now—why he doesn’t know how to talk to girls, why it bothers him to see Lan Sizhui so natural at it, why it hurts so much to walk away from him.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

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In which Jin Ling is bad at feelings, Lan Sizhui’s ‘people-pleasing’ is mistaken as flirting and both discover the magic of (young and awkward) communication.

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Jin Ling doesn’t know how to talk to girls.

In fact, he’s better at scaring them away more than anything. Lan Jingyi doesn’t know how to talk to girls either, which makes Jin Ling feel better knowing there’s someone equally as hopeless as him—and let’s face it, it would be devastatingly embarrassing if Lan Jingyi out of all people were better at courting than him.

The thing is, no matter how much Lan Jingyi sucks at talking to girls, he still seems to enjoy it.

Jin Ling doesn’t.

And because of this, he feels like there’s something wrong with him beyond terrible social skills. That’s why, when he sees Lan Sizhui easily talking to girls as though it’s second nature, he experiences a crushing mix of jealousy and despair.

Jealousy because he’s better than Jin Ling at something? Maybe. Despair for the same reason? Possibly. But Jin Ling doesn’t even like talking to girls, or other people in general, so this reasoning doesn’t quite make sense.

They’re at the docks of a new town, going through the same routine as usual: a flock of girls their age oohs and ahhs at the young cultivators of the esteemed Lan clan, then swarms Lan Sizhui in particular—all batting eyelashes and playful smiles as they bombard him with questions.

And Lan Sizhui, a gentleman to a fault, humors them, laughs with them, matches their smiles in all the right ways at all the right times, making the group of pretty young girls swoon.

But it isn’t fair because Lan Sizhui’s smile could make anyone swoon, including Jin Ling—Wait, he thinks, What?!

Jin Ling glances at Lan Jingyi who definitely isn’t swooning and, instead, is dreamily staring at (and salivating over) the contents of a nearby food stall.

The fishermen are tending to their catches, the shopkeepers are peddling their wares, the children are chasing each other around the docks. No one is swooning over Lan Sizhui’s handsome smile except the girls… and Jin Ling.

He digs his nails into his hand to bring himself back to his senses. What the hell is wrong with me?

One of the girls makes Lan Sizhui laugh—a beautiful, carefree, genuine laugh—and Jin Ling’s heart drops.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

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The three young cultivators stop at a tea house, still accompanied by the giggling group of girls who insist on showing them around.

They take their seats inside and Jin Ling scrunches his nose at the way the girls strategically position themselves on both sides of Lan Sizhui. Not even Lan Jingyi is given the chance to claim a seat next to his best friend.

Lan Sizhui graciously pours everyone tea while the girls argue about who gets to pour his. Lan Jingyi clings onto the conversation by telling unprompted jokes and Jin Ling tries to drown out the noise by lazily resting his cheek on his fist and staring at the wall.

Half an hour goes by in what seems like seconds and Jin Ling hasn’t spoken a word. No one seems to notice his silence or the very clear boredom and annoyance plastered on his face.

He suddenly stands up and smooths his hands over his robes. “I’m going for a walk.”

“Wait,” Lan Sizhui calls, his face swimming with something Jin Ling can’t quite place. Worry? Anxiety?

“I’ll go with you,” he says, trying to stand up but the girls suddenly whine and paw at his robes, tugging him back down to his seat.

Jin Ling rolls his eyes at the pathetic sight. “Don’t bother. I won’t be gone long anyway.”

Lan Sizhui frowns and Jin Ling doesn’t understand why. Surely, if Wei Wuxian were here, he’d be egging the Lan boy on, telling him how proud he is, how Lan Sizhui is such a heartbreaker (because my god, is he ever).

Without another word, Jin Ling reluctantly tears his gaze from Lan Sizhui, walks out of the tea house and into the street. His head pounds, his heart aches, the world drains of color.

Stupidly perfect, charming Lan Sizhui.

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Jin Ling sits on a crescent moon bridge in a spacious garden, idly dipping a cattail stalk into the pond below and watching as a colorful spectrum of koi fish nip at what they think is food.

The town’s bustle and noise is muffled enough that he can finally hear himself think. No one else is in the garden but him and he hopes it stays that way.

The problem is, he doesn’t know what to think about. He doesn’t know if thinking is even worth it.

All he knows is that he wants to be alone. He hates to be alone. He hates him. He wants him. He wants, he hates, he—

“Young Master Jin?”

The cattail falls into the pond and Jin Ling’s chest fills with light. He looks up at Lan Sizhui, at his starlight skin shaming the sun, at his soft, downturned lips parted with visible worry, at his raven hair dusting the top of his gentle amethyst eyes.

He hates him.

“May I sit?” Lan Sizhui asks, a sheepish smile on his face.

No, Jin Ling thinks as he looks back down at the pond and scoots over. Lan Sizhui sits next to him and curiously stares down at the koi fish.

“Where’s your entourage?” Jin Ling asks, trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

“Oh,” Lan Sizhui smiles, “I left them with Jingyi at the tea house.”

Jin Ling huffs, his bangs fluttering forward like a curtain. “I can’t tell if that’s a blessing or a curse.”

A soft chuckle escapes Lan Sizhui’s lips, low and sweet like chimes in the wind. Jin Ling draws his knees up to his chest and plants his chin between them, hugging his shins.

He wants him.

“They didn’t seem to mind,” Lan Sizhui assures, “And I was worried about you. I wanted to find you and apologize—“

Jin Ling snaps his head up and stares at him. “Huh? For what?”

“For neglecting you at the tea house,” Lan Sizhui frowns, regret flooding his voice. “I was trying to be polite to the girls, but…” He thinks for a moment then shakes his head. “That’s not an excuse to ignore my friends. I’m sorry.”

Jin Ling wants to keep being angry but his heart betrays him. Because Lan Sizhui is looking directly into his eyes, because his apology is earnest and true, because he’s genuinely afraid he hurt Jin Ling’s feelings.

And he did. He did.

So why can’t Jin Ling stay mad at him? He’s horrified by the words that seem to subconsciously spill out of his mouth. “It’s okay.”

But it’s not okay and they both know it. Lan Sizhui knows it by looking at Jin Ling, and Jin Ling knows it by the way Lan Sizhui makes him feel like his heart’s been thrown into a furnace full of fireworks.

He hates him.

“You talk to a lot of girls,” Jin Ling quietly mumbles, almost hoping Lan Sizhui won’t hear him. “Don’t you like any of them?”

Lan Sizhui’s a bit taken aback by the question but ponders it for a moment before replying, “It’s important to show others courtesy and respect. When someone talks to me, I acknowledge them because it’s the polite thing to do.”

“Lan sect rules?” Jin Ling teases.

Lan Sizhui laughs. “Human rules.”

Jin Ling suddenly wonders if maybe he’s not bad at talking to people. Maybe he’s just bad at being human.

“If you really want to know,” Lan Sizhui starts, “I can’t like someone in… that way if I’ve only just met them. I have to be friends with them first.”

Heat invades Jin Ling’s cheeks and he hugs his knees tighter while recalling Lan Sizhui’s words from earlier: ‘That’s not an excuse to ignore my friends.’

Could he mean…? Maybe…?

Jin Ling mentally curses at himself. Don’t be stupid. “Then… do you like any of your friends?”

You absolute idiot.

Lan Sizhui blushes and Jin Ling can’t look at him because if he looks at him, he’ll crack and say too much and ruin everything and—

“Yes,” Lan Sizhui answers.

He wants him.

“And… and I hope he likes me too.”

He.

The silence between them is deafening, terrifying, revealing. The type of silence words can’t fill but actions can.

It’s too much and Jin Ling caves. He’s looking at him now. Amber eyes burn in the violet reflection of Lan Sizhui’s intense, hopeful stare.

Stupidly…

Their fingers touch and a fire ignites.

Perfect…

Warm breath against skin, time slows down.

Charming…

Their lips meet and the world stops.

Lan Sizhui.

He loves him.

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eljeebee · 3 months

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What Kind of Love are You?

Priscilla Wuest-Harrison

Love as a Choice

You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

Anthony Harrison

Love as Religion

Devotion, that is the name of your love. Your love is an act of worship. Your love is like witnessing the birth of Venus, like seeing the sun come alive, or the stars fall. When you love, it is because you have found God in a lover. You have found the meaning of life itself in the heart of the one you adore. They are everything to you; they are your Maker, and you are their lamb, their flock, their first and holiest worshipper. When you fall in love, it is as a baptism. You are born anew, made a believer in the divinity of the one you love most. Being loved by you is an ascension it is holy and golden. It is all consuming, and all-faithful, loyal as the dog. You will never, ever bite back.