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Gotta figure that at least 50% of those spidermans were very delibrately not putting their all into the big chase scene, bare minimum 10% actively sabotaging. like oh no we're on a train to the moon, guess we're stuck and can't go after him anymore.
Please.
Running in a pack, big crowd of the chattiest superheros to ever live (and theres a lot of chatty fucking superheroes), several dozen of them with front row seats to the big reveal-
"so why are we after this kid?" "He wants to stop one of his canon events" "his canon events?" "a canon event." "You mean-" "Wait what did she say, we're chasing this guy because he wants to keep his girlfriend from falling to her death?" "Uh. Not sure. Might be the childhood friend - watch your heads - turning evil thing." "I thought those were fixed points? Like you couldn't stop them no matter how much you time traveled back?" "There he is!" "Wait you have time travel?" "No but I heard the spider from earth 1116a-" "Wait if it's fixed then what's the harm in letting him try" "come on you know the multiverse-" "he's trying to keep his boyfriend from dying? Why the fuck are we chasing him?" "Well miguel said-" "you mean Grimdark angsty spiderman?" "Huh?" "No, not you, vampire - incoming, mind your legs - vampire grimdark angsty spiderman-" "oh, him. Isn't he a bit-" "I feel like the trying is what matters, i mean even if he fails-" "so he is a vampire!" "ummm yeah no hold up im not totally comfortable with this whole-" "who's trying to do what? Ooh, got line of sight on him, he's totally webbed in 3,2, AaAghh" "Oh shoot, haha I must have tripped on Spider-Banana-Man whoops, sorry -" "ugh whattever, lost the shot anyway" "Cant believe Spider-Rex boffed it like that, theyre usually great at ambush-" "I heard his uncle-" "No his dad-" "oof, thats-" "Wow is it just me or are we really tripping over each other today" "Hey do you know why we're chasing after this-"
#Spiderman#across the spider verse#Across the spiderverse spoilers#atsv spoilers#Atsv#Nevertheless writing#Marvel
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i’m sure this has been at least mentioned before but one of the things that’s so fucking funny to me abt kim is that, for all the shit he gives you (harry) when you try to get him to dance or wear the piss jacket, he actually wants to do those things to some extent
over the course of the game you can’t get him (or other characters for that matter) to do things he doesn’t want to do. disco elysium isn’t a power fantasy game like that. don’t get me wrong some things he needs to be convinced/challenged for, but he can and does outright Refuse things at times like when you suggest getting on the kineema and cutting the body down from there, not going into the tent with the ravers, or not climbing up the shitty feld building ladder, etc. and there are also definitely moments when he reluctantly puts up with harry/the player’s antics bc harry’s persistent and it’ll just put a quicker end to things to be like, “yeah sure fine i’ll eat the sandwich“ or, “i'll spare you another *20 hour mind-project*— yes, i am”
when you really badger him into dancing in the church and pass the authority check, he of course puts up some resistance but then goes, “now check *this* shit out!“ and starts busting it down! if he was reluctant to dance, he’d totally just do some stupid lil shimmy to appease harry with the same enthusiasm of, “oh god more cryptids” but no! he starts “heel kick[ing] the church floor with such intensity, it’s reasonable to fear he’ll kick a hole right through it“ he had those moves Locked And Loaded, but it’s not like he was gonna bust them out oh god no, then harry pulls his rank on him and he thinks “well everyone else here can see that the guy making a bigger fool of himself is ordering me to do it so i guess it’s okay for me to“
(thinking abt that, there’s prolly something to also say there abt music being a sort of outlet for kim. in my brain the anodic dance music and the shit speedfreaks fm plays have more in common than not, but kim also strikes me as somewhat of a music snob about that sort of stuff so. i dunno)
and then the pissfaggot jacket! when you’re trying to convince him to put it on he essentially says “you’re gonna keep bothering me about this no matter what“ but at the end of the interaction he still puts the jacket on and keeps it on! “the first chance i get, this thing’s coming off“ yeah right, the first chance he had was immediately after putting it on, harry clearly doesn’t give a shit if kim leaves him hanging fashion-wise, he’s the one who puts on the fuck the world jacket first! and once harry takes off the fuck jacket, the piss jacket is gone too, so it basically boils down to “as long as i’m following around this guy who’s making a bigger fool of himself, i can do this thing that i wanted to do got coerced into going along with“
kim’s also like “it really *does* look cool to have both of these jackets on right now“ once he puts it on like who are you kidding bro. your lame ass wanted this. sure he wanted to be a jackass and take the jackets but he also confiscated those hubcaps because they were cool and he was gonna eventually install them, was he not gonna steal the jacket to wear it?
he has his pristine little Image to uphold so he’ll only do things he wants to do if it looks like he’s being forced to and/or he won’t be the biggest fool in the room because god forbid he expresses himself. there’s plenty of deeper analysis here in conjunction with how he relishes in having control over his desires and how harry’s someone who can get him to break his rigid self-control and let loose a bit, but for me it just boils down to:
he’s so fucking lame and it’s so fucking funny
#he has things wrong with him <3#disco elysium#kim kitsuragi#kim disco elysium#i hope this like. makes sense. i'm more of a fanart guy i don't ever really write out the analytical thoughts i have hkfghls#IF this even counts as analysis either#but nevertheless i had an Impulse#feel free to add to this too or like. debate it idc i'm interested#also hi. i'm talking on here actually#no i won't shut up#<talking tag#greatest hits
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hello ! i know it's been more than a week since wad but i wanted to do a little something for: @danrifics (who started all this !!), @dnphobe @manchesterau @phan-tasia @less-amazing @phulge @hmfakeaccount and @oriharakaoru who bought tickets for 150 people (!!!!) to watch the show + the afterparty !!
as it was probably the case for everyone else that entered the giveaway, it wouldve been hard to buy a ticket myself, living on the other side of the world where the economy is very much fucked up kdhdk so thank you guys so much for this opportunity !! its also the first time i get to see one of these guys' live shows, well, live; and it was very exciting to get to experience it alongside so many people, i had lots of fun !!
anyways, all of you guys are more than welcome to request doodles in my asks/dms, if you so wish😌 could be dnp, could be anything ! (mostly) if not, *pushes this little guy toward you* there ya go. have a lovely day !! 🧡
#theres probably a bunch of typos but im tired kdhdk hope all that made sense#first time writing an ID for my art hhh#got the bestie to beta read for me but any additional tips/corrections are welcome !!#dan howell#dan howell fanart#we're all doomed#omg i guess its#phanart#ph-inally ahaaa (gets slapped)#dnp#dan and phil#ppl usually tag the other even in solo fanarts right..#id in alt text#i was gonna say preshow too cause i was there lmao but then i read something about an actual live pre show w dan and now im confused kdhkdj#nevertheless thanks guys ;;;;#fran-art !! ☆
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Okay, I'm looking at rarepairs for the fic exchange nominations, and I need y'all to level with me: why does no one write Fjord & Essek (platonically! not even romantically!) when, despite their canon conversation being minimal, every SINGLE instance of it is iconic. They do admittedly exchange very few words, but that's because they do not need any further conversation to absolutely carry a scene.
Have we forgotten the Dungeon of Penance con? "So are you saying you want to date Fjord?" Fjord egging him further into a panic attack in the middle of the arctic? THE RANGER MOMENT? THEIR EXCHANGE AT THE END OF 140???
Fjord and Essek are an absolutely buckwild duo who should absolutely not have the bizarre chemistry that they do and are complete opposites on a lot of surface levels, except for the fact that they are both the type of person (pointedly restrained, skillfully manipulative, ruthlessness simmering under the mask) who Caleb is immediately inclined to distrust but also, unfortunately for him, so incredibly attracted to.
#for the record there are 28 fics with the tag and I am the author of 30% of them. PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU ALL#ALMOST A THIRD OF THEM. ARE MY FICS.#nevertheless I WILL be writing another fic specifically centered around them. cuz it's what they deserve.#tell me they would not accidentally set off a trade war together. lie to my face and tell me that isn't a thing these assholes would do.#critical role#fjord#essek thelyss
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Sometimes forget that I've carefully cultivated my tumblr experience so it's full of people who have seen the rise and fall of a hundred fandoms and their associated drama, so now they want to just sit in their corner of the internet like a grandparent that's raised 10 kids and just wants to spend their golden years feeding birds and doing sudokus
And then I go on tiktok and see people who are fully convinced that massive media corporations are going to make their gay OTPs canon, who fully believe that the fandom's nuanced theories about the next season must be true, and I realise how new the fandom over on tiktok is. The light is still in their eyes. Makes me feel like a kid again.
#an incredibly stupid kid but a kid nevertheless#my posts#its not their fault that media corporations are trying to cut corners and make a profit and that often results in predictable#or lazy writing#and they wouldn't do something groundbreaking when they could put in half the effort and still make bank#realising how bitter i sound#really do feel like someone's grandma preaching at the kids for daring to believe in the government lmao#also i think its Very Obvious what fandom this post is about oop
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So ive came across whump half a year ago and decided to FINALLY make a place for all the ideas i have:)
My favourite topics are:
• being whumped for information
• whipping
• hurt/comfort and sometimes only hurt
• broken bones (fingers, ribs and wrists)
• removing fingernails (im bad at writing these, but i will stubbornly try)
• chains
• branding
• defiant whumpee my beloved
• resignated whumpee but not broken
• being forced to watch / taking torture for someone who can’t take it anymore
• bones healing in an odd way (i dunno why i like this BUT THE PAINNN)
• self sacrifice
• medieval/historical whump settings
• shock collar which is not very medieval/historical but eyyy
Topics i will NOT write about:
• noncon
• anything related with sexual content
• pet whump
• conditioned whumpee
i might have forgotten something cause my brain is like: hey. yes you. you sure you wrote everything? im not sure you wrote everything.
But besides that? I think thats it, and im happy to be here and share my ideas and prompts! 😃
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Hi, I'd like to request a little headcanons for fem reader & Akaza or Douma (or both!) who learn that she is scared of darkness - if possible!
A/N: this is so stinkin cute>:(
CW's: douma's lowkey mean when i write him but what's new, also not proofread!
Akaza
No one made you feel safer than your sweet boyfriend. Sweet, attentive and respectul. Your relationship was built on trust and honesty, there were no secrets between the two of you... except for maybe one thing.
You were terrified of the dark and whatever could be lurking in it. You knew it was ironic, having y'know a demon who can't be in the sunlight as your boyfriend.
Nonetheless you were able to keep your phobia as a secret for over a year. You didn't necessarily feel like you had to keep it from Akaza, but a small voice, somewhere, deep inside managed to tell you that it was a dumb thing to be scared of, that only kids were afraid of the dark.
Then again, you also had an idea that Akaza had an inkling about your phobia. He never questioned the fairy lights you liked to have on, even when you went to sleep.
Akaza didn't know.
One night, you had done your night time routine and jumped into your cozy bed. Akaza had something to finish up in the bathroom and entered your shared bedroom after you. Without giving it a second thought he turned off the fairy lights.
Click! You were enveloped in darkness. A small yelp left your lips.
Akaza, being the guard dog he is, turned on the lights within an instant, scanning the area for any potential threats. It was just you.
He cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "What's your deal?"
"Can we keep the lights on please?"
You saw Akaza think for a moment, realization hitting him quickly however. A gentle smile grazed his lips as he nodded. "Sure."
Akaza knew when it was best to stay silent. He didn't feel the need to confirm it with you, he knew you were afraid.
He joined you in bed, pulling you in extra close he placed a soft kiss on your temple.
Douma
The temple was dark, even with the lights on it had an eerie vibe.
You weren't sure where you were standing in your relationship with Douma. Some days he was the kindest man in the world to you, other days he didn't even spare you a glance.
Fine, it wasn't like the two of you were officially together anyway, you'd thought to yourself.
Naturally, you didn't feel the need to tell him about your fear. Especially considering his sadistic nature.
You were in your room, cleaning up a bit to keep your mind off of your confusing bond with Douma. When suddenly the lights turned off.
You tried turning the light on, to no avail. Opening the door you noticed that the usual lamps that always illuminated the dark corridor were off too.
You shot back inside your room and stayed frozen, you were terrified.
A while passed. Douma's voice, talking to your 'neighbour' helped you out of your frozen state. Shit, he couldn't see you like this.
A knock on your door followed soon after.
You swallowed away your fears yet it still took everything in you to not sound scared.
"You may come in, Douma."
Your door slid open, a bit of light creeping into your room as Douma held an oil lamp.
"There's a power outage."
"Ah, okay." You tried your best to sound uninterested, still annoyed at his two faced behaviour. Douma however, wasn't stupid, he'd noticed you were afraid the moment he entered your room.
"I'll move on then. You'll be fine without me, right?"
"Mhm."
Douma went to slide the shoji door close but regret quickly caught up with you.
"Please stay."
He hummed in response. Finally entering your room, Douma sat down his lamp and pulled you into an embrace, staying with you even when the power turned back on.
#im really insecure about my writing recently and i think it shows lol:#hope you enjoy this nevertheless<3#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#anime#demon slayer fluff#douma#douma headcanons#douma x reader#akaza headcanons#akaza x reader#akaza#akaza x you#akaza x y/n#douma x y/n#douma x you
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2009 Belgian Grand Prix - Kimi Räikönnen(ft. Giancarlo Fisichella & Sebastian Vettel)
#2009 kimi is so 😳 with his long hair#my fav part about kimi podiums is how much champagne he drinks compared to other drivers hahaha#everyone else mostly sprays it but he always keep slugging it#i dont know why i keep making these at 6 am when i dont have any thought processes as well as being sick! i cant write meaningful tags#nevertheless aahahhhhhh i love 2009!!! its so sick how balanced it is#like how tf did a force india get pole and nearly win???? sick#im still dying over the lap one DNF where 4 cars were taken out in one fell swoop it was almost comedic#it feels so nice to see fisi again!!! i missed him since 2005...shame nando isnt on the podium w him bcs i miss my renault boys#but heyyyyyy simi podium!!! i love how kimi is just trying to drink and seb sprays him#kimi räikkönen#kimi raikkonen#sebastian vettel#sv5#giancarlo fisichella#f1#formula 1#formula one#we do a little bit of f1#2009 belgian gp#2009 belgian grand prix
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one of the many ways which life is so unfair and cruel to me is that i do not have cool spidery elegant handwriting . in heaven (where i will go after i reanimate reagan's corpse just to kill him again) everything i write will look like field notes from a lesbian dowager with a suspicious interest in poisonous botany . and between the maddened sapphic scrawlings in the margins (where i am writing poetry about birds and nuts) there will be little watercolor diagrams of flowers also. and oh gosh so fine these little flowers will be
#i write like a dad :/#all caps. extremely neat#when i don't write like that it's fucking illegible it's useless#it looks like a middle school kid trying out their emo font#ps i have TRIED to practice. i spent all of middle and high school practicing !!!#you think this gay ass of mine paid ATTENTION in class?#i STILL sometimes do calligraphy drills. it don't HELP#the capital letters are the neatest / least annoying i get :x#also @ that one person. yeah i have arthritis and carpal tunnel lol im in constant pain#BUT NEVERTHELESS I DESIRE SPIDER FONT!!!
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Eddie begging for your attention and hands.
No specific pronouns but reader wears a skirt♡ [1.5k]
TW: Smut, 18+ only!!!!! Handjob, dacryphilia, begging (obv)
A/N: This is my very first smut, please be kind! But also I'm open to suggestions. I wrote this at 2am and haven't really looked it over so mayhaps some grammatical errors are present.
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Perhaps the warmth of the oncoming spring ignited something in you, an insatiable hunger to tease. Or perhaps a need for control. You've been teasing him all day with your subtle touching. He's barely holding it together, his breathing unsteady and labored.
Sitting next to him at Hellfire was the perfect advantage (or punishment), gliding your hand over his knee and thigh, rubbing your thumb through his jeans with slight pressure. When you felt particularly evil, your fingers would dive into the hole in jeans to drag your nails against the skin on his lower inner thigh. Eddie's eyes would flick to you immediately, unsure whether he wants you to continue or stop altogether. When his breath hitched particularly noticably, you pulled your hand away. His knee would jerk toward you, but this was just a pause to the torture. When his attention was fully invested in the game again, his mind drifting from you finally, you repeated the cycle.
By the end of the meeting, his thoughts are focused only on you and yearns for your hands to be on his, preferably bare, body. But you're having too much fun with this cat-and-mouse game.
On the ride home, you keep your attention out the passenger side window, away from him, with your hands folded in your lap. He sighs over the soft music playing on the radio, hoping it'll grab your attention, but it does little more than boost your confidence. You can feel him shifting in his seat uncontrollably, his eyes jumping between the road and studying you. He leans over and grabs your hand to hold in his, thankful to feel your warmth, even if it isn't exactly what he wants. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, reminiscent of the pattern your thumb drew on his thigh earlier.
After a few minutes like this, he realizes it isn't enough. Your bare thigh is right there, peeking out under your skirt, and his memories from the night before recall the soft feel of it against his cheek. Your attention is still focused on the passing houses outside the van and your hand is limp in his. He lets out a whine, and you smirk out the window, not breaking your facade. The van is nearing your house and he's nearing his breaking point. Eddie isn't afraid to beg when he's desperate, and your actions are hurling him toward it.
"Baby, look at me, please," he whines. You heart skips a beat at his voice. Even after hours of listening to him narrate the game, he still has the ability to melt your insides in seconds. Your eyes drift from outside to his figure in the driver's seat. He glances between the road and you with pleading eyes.
"Yes?" You bat your eyelashes innocently. After all, your grazes have barely reached anywhere sinful.
His grip on your hand tightens and his gaze is held longer on you while expertly gliding down the road. His lips part for a moment, but close again when no words come out. He's nearing that begging point, though isn't there just yet. His head turns back to the road with another sigh escaping his lips.
The moment you pull up to your driveway, you leap out of the car, leaving a very needy Eddie to follow behind. His hands slide up your waist while you fiddle with your keys in the lock. He's squeezing your hips, wrapping his arms around your torso, and breathing in your scent at the back of your neck. You arch forward the smallest bit, grinding slightly into him, egging him on just a bit more.
A whine escapes him when the lock finally clicks and you pull away. His eyes follow your ass with each step, and he follows you like a magnet. You saunter into the living room, knowing your one-man audience is locked on your every move. Stripping your shoes and jacket off, you pull your shirt out from being tucked tightly into the waistband of your skirt and lift it just high enough for Eddie to glimpse your skin. Finally, you turn to him, only to quickly look away to your television.
"So, should we watch a movie? Maybe find something on T.V.?" His shoulders drop. You think you've lost him for a moment, but then he's sliding to you in long strides, colliding his hips to yours. His eyes are wide, dark, and filled with lust. He needs your attention. He needs you.
He grabs your chin in his thumb and index finger so gently and lifts it to meet his eyes. "Please..," he begs. His hips pushing further into you so you can feel his need pushing into your lower belly. Your hands remain at your sides, knowing the smallest touch would be giving in too soon.
"What do you need, baby" you all but whisper. Your eyes bore into his, daring him. He grows harder with your eyes on him now, as if your attention in itself owns him. As if the very essence of your being is the gravity holding him here.
"Please touch me." His eyes soften at the words leaving his mouth. The voice that leaves him sounds almost breathless, a huge contrast to earlier at Hellfire. He's breaking and you're eating it up.
"I need more than that, love. You can do better," you assert. While his voice grows softer, your's becomes firmer. The confidence in you is building the more you remember your control over him. Usually Eddie is the boisterous one, with a mouth that never shuts up. Now, he can barely form words, poor baby.
He closes his eyes for a moment, as if willing himself to stay focused. His hips stay pressed to you, unmoving. He knows better than to try anything. His breathing falls heavy on your face, and his grip on your chin has a slight shake to it. He's reached that point, he's at your mercy completely.
"Please... please touch me. I'll do anything, please–" you cut his whines off with an open-mouthed kiss. The begging wasn't nearly as long as you would have liked, but your patience is wearing thin. Your hand grips the hair on the back of his head while the other slides between your bodies to cup his length. A moan hums through him, and you can feel him relax against your touch. You continue to fondle him through his jeans when you break away from the kiss for air. His eyes remain closed and his breathing is labored, practically shaking his frame with every breath.
Much to your disapproval, he bites his lip to keep silent. Your hand immediately stops its stroking, and he lets out a cry. His soft eyes find yours, knowing instantly of his mistake. "Beg," you spit. His eyes are on the verge of tears with how needy he is. He can feel how desperate his cock is with each twitch. You've barely given him a crumb, and he's treated it like a buffet.
"Baby, please, I'm begging you. I need you so badly." His eyes have glossed over, and his knees are weakening. Your hand is still lingering on the front of his crotch, the warmth of your fingers sending jolts through him. "Please touch me, I need to cum, please." His voice is gravelly, and gains strength the more he talks. You raise a brow at him as he starts to babble our pleas, yet your hand continues to remain in the same spot, unmoving.
When a tear finally falls from his lash line and streams down his blushed cheek, both your hands yank down his zipper, freeing him from his jeans and underwear in seconds. His face scrunches at the cold air meeting his heated cock. Another tear breaks free, and your tongue glides along his cheek to lap it up.
His head falls back and moans freely, pleas escaping his lips. You spit on your hand and guide it along his length, squeezing him the way he loves. When you reach his tip, your thumb flicks the underside subtly, and barely glides over his slit. He's in heaven, moving his hands to grip your hips to ground himself. Your hand begins pumping at a quickening pace, the feel of the veins rubbing against your fingertips has your mouth watering. He tries to look down at your hand moving over him but the pleasure is too much, and his eyes keep closing. You mouth at his neck, biting and sucking marks into the soft skin you can reach. The sounds running past his lips has your legs ready to buckle beneath you.
As he nears his orgasm, you speed up your hand. He's a mess of moans and begging. "Don't stop" leaves his lips, over and over like a prayer alongside your name. His eyelids are fluttering and his hips are thrusting forward to collide your hands with his pubic bone. Your hand reaches into his hair, and pulls, hard. It pushes him over and he's jerking against you as he spills against your wrist and arm. You continue stroking him as he rides out the rest of his high. His hand finds your wrist and grips it tightly, when the movement becomes too much.
"Fuck, I love it when you beg."
#idk what came over me#ive never written smut before nevertheless a whole imagine#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson smut#sub!eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things imagine#mandi writes#parkermunson
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It's my favorite/least favorite writing month now, so here's an overly-ambitious list of things I would love to complete during nano :) last year I reached a true feral state of dissociated insanity by the end of November and I do hope to achieve that again!
Happenstance, final chapter. this was on my list and I just finished/posted it :) [COMPLETED]
the follow-up fic to Trade Secrets, the Knight Hob/Prince Dream PWP. more unmitigated smut in this one.
New installment of In Search of Nightingales [bookstore cryptid Dream] -- this one is about Dream moving in with Hob. [COMPLETED]
A Death/Johanna fic that was supposed to be for the femslash event but evidently... was not 😂
The sheltered rich boy Dream & feral child Hob (though it's really not much about that anymore) fic that I've occasionally posted snippets of. This one has gotten... long.
"Ooh, Kinky", a fic about how Dream really likes when Hob does sweet things for him. [COMPLETED]
a very long, post-2022 slowburn getting together fic that I literally started last fall, and has 17k words but isn't finished -- I would really like to finally finally finish that.
At LEAST one of the non-dreamling ideas people sent me way back. I have so many and I ended up writing like... none of them. Oops.
chapter 3 of the melting press of the sun, a fic that wasn't supposed to be longer than one chapter. Hob helps Dream with his post-fishbowl dissociative episodes through the power of Friendship and Really Shitty Reality Television
the Shibari fic that I teased a month ago, wrote half of in one day, and then barely touched since 😂
chapter 3 of the better to see you with, my dear [the Spy Hob AU] which I've left on the back burner for a while now.
A mostly-completed segment of Silly Rabbit AU about various tales and connections Dream is spinning.
In Waking Dreams chapter 7, which is already partially complete.
There's also one or two projects that live at kind of the intersection of fanfic and original fic that have been bouncing around my head so those may come up as well ☺️
And new as of November 1 (goddammit):
A very silly crack fic about Johanna accidentally kidnapping Dream and Hob's weird magical baby (goes about how you'd expect) [COMPLETED]
idea I got stuck in my head last night about Dream making sex Hob's reward for rescuing him as an intricate ritual to let Dream have some intimacy without having to admit that he wants it.
BONUS: prequel to dreamling's magical baby fic [COMPLETE]
BONUS: a little drabble about winter [COMPLETE]
And I've learned better than to promise progress on any outstanding Malec projects.
If any of you are also doing Nano 🫡 Godspeed.
#post that will create accountability or just jinx me#watch i won't finish any of these and will just write 10 new things instead#started nano off horribly ive been in such a weakened and sickly state nevertheless we persist#my fics#nanowrimo#spy hob#spy au#bookstore cryptid dream#in waking dreams#silly rabbit au
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adolin half teasing kaladin while out for drinks sometime in Urithiru: you know your feats on the shattered plains aren't quite as impressive now that I've seen more of your magic glowing powers thing.
Kalidan: hm
Adolin: knew there was something weird about you. Ha. I mean i was amazed at the time, but surviving the fall from that bridge sabotage isn't really anything now that I've seen-
Kalidan: actually I didn't have my powers for that part
Adolin: what
Shallan: it's true he didn't
Kalidan: Lost syl right after prison, I got maybe a chip of stormlight while falling , just enough to not die, no powers the rest of the time
Adolin: how
Kalidan: I already explained the whole - with elhokar and moash -
Adolin: no, i mean, the highstorm -
Kaladin: yeah that was shallan
Shallan: shardblade cubby cut out part way up the wall
Adolin: and the chasm fiend? It really was already dead -
Shallan: no very much alive, very much tried to kill us
Adolin: and you-
Shallan: no that was kaladin
Adolin: what
Kaladin: I mean you did distract it, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything without your pattern blade
Adolin: you killed a chasm fiend. Without special powers.
Kaladin: I mean shallan-
Shallan: he jumped right in its mouth!
Adolin: i - you killed a chasm fiend. Without any other fighters. By yourself. Without radiant powers. You're - you're sure? No special abilities?
Kaladin: it was a pretty painful time, yes I'm sure. Did some spear katas. Noticeable difference without the bond with syl.
Adolin: you fought the chasm fiend. handicapped.
Kaladin: I guess? I dont know if it's handicapped considering, you know, most people don't ever breathe stormlight.
Adolin: you killed a chasm fiend singlehandedly. Without shardplate. And without any powers.
Kaladin: you're repeating yourself
Shallan: ...it was pretty impressive
Kaladin: you saw how messed up my leg got!
Adolin:
Adolin: I hate you so much.
#stormlight archive#missing scene#stormlight fanfic#kaladin stormblessed#nevertheless writing#this guy. ridiculous.#he's just like that!#he's just always like that!#words of radiance#rhythm of war spoilers#cosmere#nevertheless cosmere
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you know what? I am genuinely baffled. I know that izzy's death made sense narratively and a lot of people were saying that they're worried because they think the writers will kill izzy off. but it comes as such a shock for me because they tortured him so much this season, he was shot, his leg was cut off, nearly drunk himself to death. but he healed and found a family he could belong to. and to take it away it just seems so cruel.
it made sense narratively but they could have made it a different narrative. because I feel betrayed that a series that was the first one to finally make me feel seen as a queer person would be so unkind to the narrative surrounding a broken queer man.
and one can argue that izzy says that he wants to go in the end. but did the creators really thought that izzy had nothing else to give to the show? that they had to reduce him to being a part of blackbeard and only with his death would ed finally be free from that title? because let's face it, that seems cruel. in my eyes they made him a symbol, rather than a person. and i don't know if my heart can find it in itself to forgive that. he fell in love with life again and they took it from him.
#i really rarely critique the creators and i think know what they had in mind here but nevertheless i don't really think it was a good choice#moreso if it was made to rip the viewers hearts out but i cannot know what they thought when writing that#and the ending rings so sad because of it. he's just a grave. a symbol of the life that they left behind them#i don't know i'm fucking mad but that's what i get for attaching myself to a character#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd spoilers#our flag means death spoilers
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ribs
CW: broken bones
The hero dodged through side alleys, their heart pounding in their chest. Their lungs screamed for air.
There was around a 97% chance they were going to die.
They shot up a flight of stairs beside an apartment building, hauling themselves onto the roof from the top. They were nowhere near ready for the supervillain, but at least it would be easier higher up. They were more in their element.
The hero took a moment to lean against some chimney like brick box and catch their breath and count up their injuries. One of their arms hurt like hell, and their fingers were going numb. Probably broken. It hurt to breathe, too, so probably at least two broken ribs.
They wandered over to the edge of the building, peering down at the street. They had to admit, being splattered onto a sidewalk wasn't their idea of a nice death.
"Where. Are. They."
The hero didn't even need to turn around to know who they were speaking to: the same supervillain who had tortured them, who had killed their family. The thought ignited a new flame of rage in the hero. "Good afternoon to you too." They turned around anyway.
"What have you done with them?"
"Let's not pretend like I have any idea what you're talking about. I haven't even had my morning coffee."
"It is 6pm. And I'm sure you'd notice my best villain whether you'd had caffeine or not." The supervillain crossed the roof impossibly fast, lifting the hero off their feet by their collar. God was it annoying being 4'11 and thin.
"I have done absolutely nothing with your best villain, I assure you."
The supervillain glared at them, analysing. "Why should I believe you?"
The hero shrugged.
The supervillain stared at them for another beat until a new voice rang out. "If you believe that they could have the power to kidnap me, you're stupider than you look."
And just like that, the hero was a lump on the floor. Everything hurt, but what hurt the most wasn't the broken ribs.
It was hearing the voice of someone who had told them, who had promised them, that they would never return to this city.
Actually, maybe it was the ribs.
#not a prompt#oh to be saved by your true love#on a dramatic concrete roof#ribs by lorde#not rlly a vibe connection#but a good song nevertheless#hero x villain#heroes and villains#villain x hero#villains and heroes#writeblr#writers of tumblr#writing snippet#villain x supervillain#supervillain x villain
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Hole Media
I've seen The Terror described as "Leg Media". I've seen it described, more accurately I think, as "Mouth Media".
The best description though, in my opinion, is that The Terror is "Hole Media".
Poor wee David Young crashing haphazardly down into his burial hole. The breeze from the seat of ease. Silna's Father's wound - a bleeding hole with a foreign body entrenched deep in it, a foreign body that cannot be removed and a hole that cannot be closed.
"A more appropriate hole?".
The fire hole itself - that they're trapped in ice but that fire is still the thing they fear most aboard the ship. Franklin also being flung unceremoniously down into it - just another irremovable foreign body - and Fitzjames screaming his grief down after him, "tears freezing on his cheeks".
The wounds inflicted on Hickey's body, on Hartnell's and Manson's too. The hole in Heather's head. Perhaps even the gaping chasm between Strong and Evans' bisected bodies.
The trapdoors and the space Collins worries he'll be pulled down into and from which he'll be unable to escape. The hole Hickey slices in the Carnivale tent and MacDonald's body alike - rebirth and death happening all at once via the same incision.
Morfin's sorely inadequate burial hole, their inability to forget or mask the madness and misery that's coming for them all. The open sores and reopening wounds that plague them more every day. Irving and the twenty-three holes punched into his lungs with a boat knife.
"You've got holes in you, James."
And finally, the seal hole by which Crozier sits, that he stares down into in that last parting shot, still and patient and "quieter even than the snow".
#The Terror#The Terror AMC#Observations#Random Observations#Meta#The hardest part of writing this was resisting the temptation to laugh at the phrase 'hole media'#Nevertheless I stand by it
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Can I request something about Arlecchino doting on her female!S/O?
❦ Frosty Love ❦
Pairings : Arlecchino x Fem!Reader
Synopsis : Ways Arlecchino would dote on you, her favourite employee.
Warnings : Morally grey Reader, She/Her pronouns used for Reader, Arlecchino hinted to be much larger than an average human, Maybe OOC Harbinger content, Established Relationship
Notes : Hello! Thankyou for the request, I hope you enjoy my understanding of Arlecchino!
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.｡.:*�� You were the number one in her list of employees. You were also the number one in her heart.
.｡.:*♡ The Knave, used to holding power over others, often failed to properly communicate her affection to you. So she'd mirror your own efforts at bonding with the children at her orphanage.
.｡.:*♡ She'd buy you gifts, and patiently wait for you to open them and thanks her.
.｡.:*♡ If you ever felt a great shadow looming behind your shoulder, it's probably Arlecchino trying to get your attention. You could look behind her intimidating appearance and into her loving gaze.
.｡.:*♡ You've had heard of many rumours about the Harbinger's shady background. You knew every move she made, every deal she settled, always had an ulterior motive. But you never looked back since the day Arlecchino had bluntly asked you to be her partner.
You rechecked the lock on your office room, and proceeded to leave the building. Heading out the front door, you were immediately greeted by Arlecchino leaning on the wall beside.
"What is a harbinger doing here?" You asked with an exaggerated confusion.
"I'm waiting for my pretty lover." She replied, tapping her feet on the tiled ground. "She's just so pretty, I never know how to greet her because I'm lost in her beauty."
Aw, you thought, "Must be a lucky person." You mused.
Arlecchino furrowed her brows and then spoke up, "Okay I can't keep this up anymore." Her strides were long and she caught up with you in seconds. Lifting you into a bear hug effortlessly, she chuckled.
Her affection always made you feel warm. The only free source of warmth in Snezhnaya.
She patted your knuckles after putting you down. The harbinger looked a little flustered, and she pulled out a little packet from the depths of her overcoat.
"Jewellery is a love language. And I know how much you love rings," She mumbled more to herself as she handed it to you. You unwrap the gift, shaky with excitement.
It was a beautiful ring, shaped out of crystals. You jumped up and tried your best to reach her cheeks to give her a kiss. Arlecchino politely bent down to receive your kisses, feeling happy to see you pleased.
#arlecchino x reader#arlecchino#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#harbinger x reader#fatui x reader#💦 writings#hello! i haven't written inserts in a while so it might be a little wierd?#but i hope you enjoy nevertheless
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