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Hello and welcome to the first day of Pridewrite!
Prompt: Farm (#pw1)
Have you ever yearned? Wanted to make-believe living off of the land and disappearing into mud and vegetables in the countryside. Or is it about a more distant time? When young men could show up to the farm of a stranger to ask for work, to retreat to the old barn after a hard day's labour and drink a nightcap with a friend. Drink it real slow, like it weren't the whiskey you were trying to savour. There's lots of ways to run a farm.
Prompt: Cottage (#pw alt1)
We know you're what you're thinking about. Picnics in the field, a cozy cottage you can drink hot chocolate in by the fire with your loved ones, taking a turn in floaty dresses and nice tailcoats. This is your cottagecore prompt, have fun with it.
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Farm
Katie was always a daddy’s girl. Did her best to behave, act polite and all that. She always asked for permission before she left the dinner table, double checked that there were no more chore to be done before she had her fun, and she never spoke out of turn. Her older brothers, Arthur and Clive, mostly got the dirty, muscle wearing jobs, but if Katies dad wanted her help she was right to it. When she was little she would hide behind his legs at church, and he still tried to protect his little girl even when she was a teenager. Tried to keep her home, keep her safe, from all the dangerous influences at the high school, and with both her brothers graduated she was left to defend herself.
Her father disapproved of her joining any extra curricular activities, even ones he approved of for his sons, because he wanted her back home every day on the dot. When soccer tryouts came around and she didn’t listen to the rules her father all but speed to the school to find her. Katie never told him she didn’t make the team, and that she only has another student’s old uniform. She never told him that most of the two hour practice is spent in the music hall, not on the field, though she plays a round or two when she can. She never dreamed of telling him, or even letting him get a hint, that she was spending her time playing in a secret band that was less than family friendly. Not to mention the girlfriend, the perfect, beautiful girlfriend that is Primrose, who would lean halfway over the drum set to meet Katie in the middle.
Her father sees her as just a little copy of her mother, same brown hair and green eyes, same freckles and farmers tan white skin. He wants to keep her locked away in a bubble on their property, but she always found a way to sneak out, a new place to hide her diary, a way to hide comfortable clothes in her school bag. He never saw the coming out coming, and was even less prepared for the runaway note she left on the kitchen table.
He ended up angrier at himself after that night, never forgave himself for hitting her, but was more than ready to accept and defend his daughter. If she was ever ready to forgive him, and he never needed her to be. He only wants her to know how sorry he is, and how much love he still hold for his little girl.
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Farm
Take my hand
And follow me.
I’ll take you to a land
Where we’ll be free.
There’s a small farm
Not far from here
Full of love and charm
And little fear.
This is a land
Where we are free to walk
Hand in hand
This pride season,
Without being the talk
This pride season.
I take your hand,
You take mine,
And lead you to this land
Where all will be fine.
Welcome to the farm I say,
As a freshly painted barn
Stands nearby filled with people like us,
Queer and Gay.
The place of pride
For a rural community.
We stand side by side
And look at all the unity.
Our smiles are wide
As we see our community.
This is why we fight.
This is why we have Pride.
Welcome to the farm.
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farm prompt for @pridewrite 2022!! these are characters for my story concept i talk more about @shotgun-story . not a very good ending but i love cowboy/vampire boyfriends. it is also not supposed to be read as an innuendo
El: she/they
Vi: it/its
Aodh: all pronouns
James: he/it
Ethan: he/him
Wes: he/him
“Yeah, just turn right in a couple miles or so, it’s the only turnoff within like an hour.”
El nods in the driver's seat beside him, glancing over at him. “And you’re sure he’ll be cool with… all this? Us?”
He hesitates, twisting around to look at the backseat. James is fine, absorbed in its gameboy, but Vi is digging dust out of the vents and he’s not sure how Aoudh even got herself into that position. Seatbelts aren’t supposed to twist like that.
“He’ll be fine with the monster thing. Probably. Their, uh, personalities are a little more of an issue.”
He can’t hide his nerves as they pull into the ranch. It’s late, thank god—no sunlight, just the thousands of stars he forgot he could see outside the city. The sky looks so much emptier in New York.
God, he’d forgotten… so much about this place. Texas is hell, most of the time, but this. He’d missed this. The stars, the air, the quiet. Not completely quiet—Aodh’s complaining about zir back hurting has definitely woken him up—but there’s none of the buzz he’d learned to ignore, the traffic and yelling from outside his little apartment.
El yawns, rubbing at her eyes. “You gonna introduce us?”
“Uh.”
He should. Just go knock on the door, it’ll be fine, he knows it will.
Maybe he’ll stop by the barn first. Talk to the horses, he always did find brushing them calming. Or, see the chickens, never mind that he’s a little hungry. Take a walk, nap in the car, however cramped, maybe they should just turn around, because this was a mistake.
El is exhausted.
El is exhausted, and Aodh’s back hurts, and Vi is staring (he forgot that it only really knows the urban world, and the internet). James doesn’t even need sleep, and he looks ready to drop.
He knocks on the door, and it opens almost immediately.
He drinks in the sight of Weston, in all his stereotypical cowboy glory. It’s the middle of the night and he’s still wearing that dumbass hat, bandana around his neck, stubble scruffy and hair tousled.
He’s beautiful.
“Ethan?”
His breath catches in his throat. He missed that. He missed hearing Wes say his name, in that dumb fucking accent of his.
“Hey, Wes. Uh, I would’ve texted you, but—well, I’ll explain everything, I promise, but it’s kind of a long story, and I need, you know, permission. To come in.”
Wes stares at him like the stars are dust compared to him, and Ethan realizes just how long it’s been. They’ve texted, of course, almost every day, and they do their best to facetime, but between med school and the ranch’s subpar internet…
It’s been so goddamn long since he’s seen him.
“You know you’re always welcome, darlin’,” Wes says softly, and Ethan decides right then and there that everything he’s been told about being careful can go fuck itself, he wants to kiss his fucking boyfriend.
So he does.
God, he missed him.
There are light footsteps behind him, and they break apart, Ethan remembering where he is. El waves a little awkwardly.
“Oh, uh, yeah, we should probably—“
“Come on in, y’all. Tea?”
Ethan’s been traveling with this group less time than they’ve been traveling together, but he’s never seen Vi like this. It sits curled on one of Wes’ wicker rocking chairs, eyes closed as it drains it’s tea cup.
“Tastes like home,” it murmurs, and Aodh’s usual annoyance breaks into something between sympathy and anger.
“I know,” he says, voice tight.
Wes brings over more tea, sitting down on the couch. It’s gotten a couple more patches in the last couple years, but it smells the same.
“So, care to explain why you showed up at my doorstep with this bunch?”
“Yeah, again, sorry about—“
“Road trip.”
Ethan falls silent. He’s heard James speak two, maybe three times. At all.
“…elaborate?”
“Monster road trip.”
“Ah, alright. Introductions, then, I s’pose?”
He’s never been more in love with his boyfriend’s nonchalance. Trust him to take this in stride, just like he’d accepted Ethan’s turning.
Introductions go smooth enough, ignoring Aodh’s obvious and halfhearted attempt at Wes’ name.
“Alright, folks, let me get this straight. You,” he points at El, face calm and collected as ever over his own tea. “are a selkie travelin’ to find the other side of your family.”
“Got it.”
“And you’re both fae.”
“Would you believe me if I said no?”
“Yes, but I was raised by humans so they call me a changeling.”
“Alright.” Wes looks at Vi, who still holds the teacup up to it’s face, savoring the smell. “I’ve got more of that tea, if you like. The herbs too.”
It nods, very slowly.
“And… you’re a zombie?”
“Undead,” James says, still on his game. “Zombie has some unpleasant connotations.”
“Undead, alright. And… why are you on this roadtrip to the ocean with El?”
“On the run for the government. Being legally and technically dead creates some problems.”
“Home.”
“I knew she was a selkie immediately, but the kid almost actually let me take her name. I couldn’t just leave them here, knowing nothing.”
El rubs at the back of her neck sheepishly. “Not… nothing. Just not much.”
“You want me to leave?”
“Aodh, come on, don’t—“
They break off with a yawn mid-sentence, and Ethan remembers how late it is. El isn’t any more human than the rest of them (save Wes), but she was raised human. They’ve got a distinctly human sleep schedule.
Wes, bless him, realizes this, and stands up, stretching. “Got a guest bedroom, but I’m ‘fraid there’s only one extra bed. Anyone—“
“Those three can share the bed, just… get me a blanket and I’m good.”
Wes raises an eyebrow at the first half, glancing between Wes and the three in question, but he nods and tosses a wool blanket (he remembers Wes making it while he studied for a test) to El, directing the others to the spare room. By the time he’s back, El is already curled up on the couch, asleep.
Ethan knows Wes must be tired. They woke him up in the middle of the night, and he works hard. But…
Wes takes him by the hand, interlocking their fingers as they walk to the porch.
It’s quiet.
He missed this. He missed quiet with Wes.
“I’m… sorry. For springing this on you.”
Wes kisses their clasped hands, and it’s so goddamn romantic Ethan thinks he might have gotten cardiac arrest if his heart still worked normally.
“It’s alright, love. You said they helped you?”
“…yeah. Saved my life, actually.”
“Then our home is their home.”
Our home.
Months since he’s been here, months since they’ve slept in the same bed, but Wes still calls it their home.
Their hands are pulled apart, and Ethan almost protests, but Wes jumps up to sit on the porch railing, smiling down at him. “Now, I don’t know exactly how diurnal school’s made you, but I’m guessin’ you’re wide awake right now.”
“You’d be correct.”
Wes takes his hands, calloused thumbs brushing over his bony wrists. “How long has it been since you’ve done some midnight horse riding? I could use your fancy vampire vision.”
He missed this.
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Pride write day 1 - Farm
Prompt : Farm
Ship: Farm/Horror
Fandom: Undertale
SFW
For general audiences
Enjoy
Farm looked up from cutting up the vegetables for the stew and smiled gently. Looking out, he saw his mate sitting in the chicken coop with the hens, softly petting them. He definitely wasn't expecting this when he ran into the big ol brute all those years ago…
"SANS, ONE OF YOUR SCARECROWS FELL DOWN AGAIN." Papyrus huffed as he passed, wheeling this years harvest of melons to the house.
" 'course it did. i'll get to it eventually, bro."
"NOW SANS."
" 'm goin, 'm goin." He pushed himself off the ground and stuck a new piece of wheat in his mouth. He sighed, mumbling something about how the scarecrows weren't doing anything much. He went over to the thing, ready to lug it off the ground when he froze. Whatever that was, it was not a scarecrow. He gently nudged it with his foot.
"uhh…hey pap! i don't think this is one of our scarecrows." He yelled, a bit wary of the thing.
"PICK IT UP ANYWAYS!"
"i think something died on it. it's covered in blood…and fur."
"OK, FINE, I'M COMING," He jogged over there. "NOW WHAT IS SO GR- OH MY GOODNESS, SANS, WHAT IS THAT THING!!" He jumped away from it.
"look, i dunno, just help me move it so the coyotes don't come. we just got rid of them."
Suddenly, a low growl came from the thing.
"holy- it's alive." Sans moved some of the mottled fur and gasped. "papyrus, go get the first aid kit. it's a skeleton."
Papyrus nodded and ran back to the house.
"heya bud, it's gonna be alright. my brother and i are gonna help you. don't give up on us, pal. ok?"
He didn't wake fully till about 3 days after they found him. And when he did, wooh boy, was it chaos.
"heya bud, how's ya doin? i suspect not too well, ya haven't woken up just yet. but you will, won't ya." He calmly spoke, chewing his wheat stem and petting the injured skeletons' back when the skeletons' eyesocket lit up blood red. He growled and kicked Sand off of him, sending the poor farmer across the room and he skittles into a corner growling.
Sans grunted on impact, his eye glowing in his anger, but he forced himself to calm down as he saw the fearful look on the monsters' face. "woah there buddy, calm down. ain't gonna hurt ya. i promise, ok? just calm on down." He slowly approached the monster.
The monster just growled and shrunk into the wall further.
"my name's sans. what's yours?"
The monster growled, seeming to want to speak but unable to.
"ok, grrr. nice to meet ya. let me guess, it's spelt like mckenzie? nah, 'm just kiddin ya. gosh, ya look straight from a horror movie, don't ya."
The skeletons' growling subsided and he leaned forward slightly, sniffing Sans hand.
"heh, alright then. can ya understand me, grrr?"
He nodded.
"can ya talk?"
He shook his head.
"write?"
Nod.
"alrighty, give me a second then." He summoned a pen and notepad. "what's your actual name, because whoever names their kid 'grrr' needs to be arrested by the name police."
He laughed a little and wrote: 'My name is Sans too.'
It took Sans a bit to read it, as the handwriting was really shaky. "sans? well, we both can't be sans…ya must be one of them city folk, they always duplicate names. us farmers are unique with our names, ya see. however, not as unique as grrr. can i call ya that?"
He made a wheezing noise that led to coughing. After a bit, he wrote something else down. 'No, don't call me Grrr. I look from a scary movie, you say? What about that?'
"scary? ya want me to call ya scary?"
'No, Horror. Can I call ya Farm? You said you were a farmer.'
"sure. nice to meet ya, horror."
Horror nodded and flashed a sharp smile.
Yeah…definitely not what he expected. Now the big guy had settled. Had recovered. Slowly, over the course of a few years, gained weight, gained magic, gained mental capacity. He still couldn't talk too well, but he was getting there! About 4 years ago, he had learned enough words to ask him out. Last year he could say enough to struggle through a proposal speech (Farm had totally broken down crying and had said yes.) He came a long, long way since then. They both had, if the large bump that was the farmers' belly said something about the whole ordeal.
He jumped surprised when he felt big arms wrap around him. "oh, well howdy darlin'. sorry, musta not heard ya come in."
"All…good." He whispered, nuzzling his smaller mate. "What are you…thinking about?"
"oh nothin'. nothin at all darlin. crop is comin over tomorrow, just as a heads up."
"C…crop?"
"my brother, remember?"
He nodded and kissed his fiance on the head, purring gently as he did so.
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Minecraft Farm
Fandom: Homestuck
Ship: Romantic Davekat (Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas)
Summary: Dave and Karkat cuddle and play Minecraft together.
Word Count: 366
Notes: This is for Pridewrite 2022, a month-long prompt challenge by @pridewrite! Day 1's prompt is "Farm". Karkat and Dave both use he/him pronouns. Also on Ao3.
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“KK, you know I love you,” Dave sighs. “But can you please come help me gather resources?”
Karkat huffs, ruffling Dave’s hair from where he lays in Karkat’s lap. The pair are playing Minecraft together on their Switches. Karkat’s cuddled into the corner of their shared couch with his boyfriend curled up beside him.
“I’m getting food!” Karkat says, tending to his Minecraft farm. “We have beds, a house, and food. We’re fine!”
Dave looks up at Karkat like he’d grown a second set of horns. “Babe, we need iron! And coal and diamonds and, like, so many other things!”
Karkat just hums. “Maybe you’re right…”
“So you’ll help?”
“Oh, no,” Karkat laughs. “Just save me two diamonds so I can make a diamond hoe and maybe some woods for fences. What do you think about some animal pens?”
Dave groans, reaching up and smooshing Karkat’s face in one hand. Karkat glares down at him.
“Get ‘em yourself, lazy ass.”
“Oh fuck off.” Karkat swats his hand away, flicking Dave’s forehead. “You’d fuckin’ starve without me, in the game and real life.”
“Not true! I know how to order pizza!”
Karkat throws his head back in a laugh. “You’d go broke so fucking fast dumbass. Fine, you gather food.”
He exits the game, tossing his Switch to the other end of the couch. Dave pouts up at him.
“Kar, c’mon,” He whines. “Fine, you can make a thousand farms or whatever, just play with me, you ass.”
Karkat tries to look upset but a small smile breaks through.
“There’s my dork,” Dave laughs, sitting up and pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s face. Karkat rolls his eyes and takes the Switch from Dave, setting it down. He leans in and kisses the human properly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
They pull apart a moment later, both smiling and flushed. Karkat nestles his head into Dave’s shoulder, letting him pull him close in a side hug. Dave retrieves both their games, offering Karkat’s to him.
“Fine, but don’t insult my farms again or I’m not making dinner tonight,” Karkat sighs. He takes the console while Dave laughs.
“Deal,” Dave says, pressing a kiss to Karkat’s head
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Top 5 SPG villains go
Hmmmmm honestly SPG does not have a lot of villains overall imo butttt ig
DELILAH MORREO my beloved antihero I for one think it is okay for her to do whatever she wants
The Necrostar because idk guys he's kinda cool he does kinda fuck
The Astronaut bc lowkey it's so funny to me that he got saved by an enormous hot woman and then immediately started killing people instead of idk loving and cherishing her
To ME Pomene is kind of a villain, I think they're kind of ambiguous morally but that's just me personally, but I mostly want to list them here because I think they're cool
Thaddeus Becile yo FUCK THIS GUYYYYY couldn't even resurrect any BITCHESSSS
send me a top 5 ask?!?!?
#i dont actually know pomenes pronouns?? help#spg#answered#anonymous#almost put pw1 but i understand thats a me thing and I should be christian abt it 😔😔😔😔
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i love you weekend war lore i love you message that you can be the saddest most woobiest adorkable little disaster of a guy whos better than the Evil Mean Rival Guy but at the end of the day that means nothing and The Girl never owed you anything
#i maek post#I love pw1 so much because the narrative is like. no yeah this guy fucked up in some big ways. like it lets the good guy be. a flawed loser#LIKE HE DID HIS BEST AND THATS GOOD HE WAS A GOOD MAN whos actions did hurt people. i LOVE
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Who do you think tops? One or becile?
Becile tops 100%
PW is a bratty bottom who tries to be dominant/a top but fails the second there are hands on his bare skin (especially his neck+collarbones)
#Also. look at PW1#He's a TWIG#The definition of a twink if I may#ohhh wait Peter def likes being dominated by Becile and being put in his place so that's why he's such a fucking brat#sexpg#sex powered giraffe#sexpoweredgiraffe
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I'm now watching Bad's purgatory 2 kidnapping,and with the single worker that kidnapped him. All I can imagine is this dialogue
*like 7 purgatory workers on kunchbreak. Sitting down at cafeteria tables and filling their coffee*
PW1 (Dan): ugh, I'm on kidnapping duty for Quesadilla island
PW2: don't complain, Daniel. I'm still on shadow virus cleanup.
Dan: let's hope for an easy target
PW3: oh no.. *sucks teeth* Badboyhalo. He's that 9 foot Demon dude.
PW4 (Craig): ah shit, sucks to be you, Danny
Dan: shut up, Craig. Don't call me that. Isn't Badboyhalo, like, the strongest creature on the island? He is an End demon. What weapons do I even bring?! Or do I just die!?
Craig: nah, Bad's not bad. He doesn't even swear, he just has endless wit. Watch out for his smart ass, not his power.
PW5: isn't he the one who kidnapped Ron?
*SILENCE*!
Craig: ... you're dead.
Dan: AND YOURE NOT HELPING
I'm sorry xD I can't get this out of my head
#qsmp#qsmp badboyhalo#i just made up those names ik its not accurate#i just think its funny that they all have like.. gen x dad names#qsmp purgatory
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The Defense is not ready, your Honour...
A sideblog for all the Ace Attorney discussion & fanart I happen to think of and like, respectively.
Our court record contains the following evidence:
Analysis on things that have stuck in my brain like corn kernels
Random ramblings I found amusing enough to put into words
JUSTICE!
Fanart. A lot of it. There's too much I can't not reblog...
An unusual amount of Dual Destinies-related posts. Athena and Simon have overwritten my neurological functions, to my chagrin.
Court Proceedings:
Posts that deconstruct canon & ones that discuss fanon/headcanons will be clearly denoted. Keep discussions neat and cleanly defined in the pursuit of the truth!
Reblogged "ship" art will always be tagged for those who wish to block/find the respective pair tags.
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Anon asks are enabled. Any assassins that wish to give testimony may do so with complete anonymity and safety.
The Investigation games and other spinoffs are unfamiliar territory for this page. Bare that in mind!
Orcas are permitted on the witness stand under the same conditions as for a parrot to be brought to the stand.
New evidence has been added to the Court Record:
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#rare moon of hope - Metis Cykes.
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#in robert we trust! - Bobby Fulbright.
#blade of JUSTICE - Simon and Bobby's pair tag. Non-romantic variations included.
#fey appreciation posts - Mia, Maya, and Pearl-oriented posts. Other Fey clan-related chicanery is also included.
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#mr fine - Apollo Justice.
#what's faith without doubt? - Apollo and Athena's shared tag. Do as you will, I just really like these two and their arc.
#apollo's girlfriend - Mikeko.
#the wright man for the job - Phoenix Wright (PW1-3, DD/SoJ).
#you've come to the wright place! - Trucy Wright.
#the perceptive pair - Duo tag for Apollo and Trucy. Non-negotiably platonic/sibling.
#the king of prosecutors - Miles Edgeworth.
#beanix - Phoenix Wright (AJ:AA).
#piano man - Klavier Gavin.
#for skyentific purposes - Ema Skye.
#gone swimming - Damon Gant.
#foolishly foolish fools! - Franziska von Karma.
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#man freed from karma - Manfred von Karma.
#dirt earthman - Clay Terran.
#judge junie - Juniper Woods.
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#17 cups of coffee - Godot/Diego Armando.
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Entries in Our Ao3 Collection: Week 1
Some of you have been posting your entries staight into our Ao3 Collection. We'd hate for them to miss the spotlight, so here is a list of everything posted in there for Week 1 of Pridewrite!
Day 1: Farm and Cottage
After the Chorn by WhyUsWriteUs pw1, Starkid's Firebringer
Day 1 - Farm by Allura_Writes pw1, Undertale
i found something in the woods by This_world_of_beautiful_ monsters pw1, Star Wars/Clone Wars (nsfw)
Minecraft Farm by thecatboyfriend pw1, Homestuck
The Cottage by NicNack4U pw alt1, Supernatural
The Man in the Barn by ughdotcom pw1, Supernatural
Day 1 - Farm by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw1, Watch Over Me
The First Step To Recovery by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw1, pw alt1, Hannibal
Day 2: Plaid and Cuffed Jeans
Cas in Plaid by ughdotcom pw2, Supernatural
gone plaid about you by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw2, Star Wars
Quit Staring, Kambe by kosi_AnneC pw2, pw alt2, Balance: Unlimited
Day 2 - Plaid by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw2, The Owl House
Harmless by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw2, pw alt2, Hannibal
Day 3: Queer Euphoria and Queer Longing
Day 3 - Queer Longing by Allura_Writes pw alt3, Undertale
Kalaedoscope Snapshots by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw3, TMNT (nsfw)
More Than Friends by NicNack4U pw3, pw alt3, Hey Arnold
Pride by ughdotcom pw3, Our Flag Means Death
Day 3 - Queer Longing by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw alt3, The Mad Ones (character death)
Try it Wills Way by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw3, pw alt3, Hannibal
Day 4: Baking and Candles
Adventures in Baking by ughdotcom pw4, Doctor Who
Baking (a failure before it even began) by Allura_Writes pw4, Undertale
(not) easy being green by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw4, TMNT (dysphoria, recreational drug use)
Peace When You Are Done by NicNack4U pw4, pw alt4, Supernatural
Day 4 - Baking by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw4, The Owl House
Feels Like Falling In Love by Samunderthelights pw4, pw10, Harry Potter
Hannibal’s New Mission by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw4, pw alt4, Hannibal
Day 5: Occult and Cryptids
Bringing Her Back by ughdotcom pw5, Supernatural
Creepy Girls, You're Just My Style by This_world_of_beautiful_ monsters pw5, Bloody Mary (referenced self harm, gore)
Cryptids and Kisses by NicNack4U pw alt5, Original Work
Order Of Nature by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw5, pw alt5, Hannibal
Day 6: Unicorn and Nature
got a taste for the cherry, i just need to take a bite by This_world_ of_beautiful_ monsters pw6, TMNT
The Unicorn by ughdotcom pw6, Harry Potter
Unicorns and Nature by NicNack4U pw6, pw alt6, Harry Potter
Walk through nightmares and nature by Fandom_Life_ Corrupted_Me pw6, pw alt6, Hannibal
Day 7: Gender Envy and Role Model(s)
My Role Models by This_world_of_beautiful_ monsters pw alt7, TMNT
Role Models by ughdotcom pw alt7, Pacific Rim
You Need To Calm Down by NicNack4U pw7, pw alt7, Hey Arnold!
Day 7 - Role Models by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw alt7, The Tea Dragon Society
Chiyoh: A Retrospective by Fandom_Life_Corrupted_Me pw7, pw alt7, Hannibal
Day 8: Parade and The First Night
Parade & The First Night by NicNack4U pw8, pw alt8, multifandom
Pride and Journalism by ughdotcom pw8, Hamlet (Shakespeare)
there's something inside you, it's hard to explain (they're talking about you, but you're still the same) by This_world_of_beautiful_ monsters pw alt8, Star Wars/Clone Wars
Day 8 - The First Night by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw alt 8, The Marvels
Don't Be a Drag, Just Be a Queen by NicNack4U pw8, pw alt8, multifandom
Coming Out is Hard by Wolfsbanesparks pw8, pw25, pw alt28, pw29, Shazam!
Unspecified Day
The Magic Door by NicNack4U original work, unspecified prompt
Full Month
On Wings of Pride by AiyexAyen full month, Word of Honor
Wonder's Pridewrite Submissions by Wonderlandian_Geek full month, multifandom
#pridewrite#pridewrite2022#th1#pw1#pw alt1#pw2#pw alt2#pw3#pw alt3#pw4#pw alt4#pw5#pw alt5#pw6#pw alt6#pw7#pw alt7#pw8#pw alt8#ao3#rec list#fanfic rec#ao3 works#original content#fanfic list#fic recs
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PW1 Spoilers
how the hell did von karma take a vacation in a post-9/11 world without setting off the metal detectors at the airport cause of the bullet
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Introducing: Jupiter
(Archived from @sol-nebula. Also I think some of the quality bit the dust on this reupload. RIP)
hey guys how is your night going mine is going okay- OH NO *drops fanbot art*
Meet Jupiter :) Look under the cut for more info and art I’ve been working on (hopefully I do this cut thing right lol)
Beholdeth. My fanbot. Jupiter. :) Jupiter uses they/them pronouns, and their instrument of choice is the theremin! It adds a nice ambient sound to songs. Jupiter was created a few months before the weekend war, they were one of the bots made in preparation for the war. However, Peter Walter I always did hope that after the war his bots could live a peaceful life pursing music… and after all the other wars SPG canonically served in, Jupiter was finally able to pick up the theremin. They had played around with it before, but their time with it was cut short due to the need to go to war. (this picture was drawn using a reference that was a real person so it looks a little funky)
These are Peter Walter I’s first sketches of Jupiter teehee
(this is actually the first digital drawings of Jupiter I did. I took my sketches I made in class and brought them to digital. I thought it would be cool to make them look like they’re on some old paper PW1 drew on) You can see they have multicolored eyes & some neat goggles. They also wear gloves because their hands got a little messed up in the weekend war. Peter repaired them to the best of his ability. Their wig of choice is long blue with a ponytail. That red shirt they’re wearing is actually a vest, they wear a white button up undershirt that you can’t see due to their long coat.
Here is Jupiter doing one of their favorite things - reading while a thunderstorm goes on outside in Library 22 of the Walter manor.
(I totally didn’t make it library 22 to commemorate that I made Jupiter in the year 2022 hahaha)
Bonus - a drawing I did in one of my classes while we were talking about Pokémon of Jupiter feeding a Piplub. Because Piplub is my favorite starter 💙
Feel free to ask me questions about Jupiter or what not. To be quite honest, I feel like as if I’m still forming some aspects of Jupiter’s personality and backstory myself, so maybe some questions can help me figure out what I want to do lol
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new women
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NvVXrT7
by Kirjavi
Viv can't remember the first time she saw Delilah Morreo. The Delilah Morreo. The woman herself. Whip-smart and just as beautiful. It is something she should remember, surely, but it is gone from her mind just as surely as her rationality.
But what she does remember is the first time she realized the woman was patently, truly, diagnosably mad.
New Woman, noun: a feminist ideal emerging in the late Victorian era initially referring to independent women seeking societal change, and transforming over time to refer to the slowly-growing number of educated, independent, feminist women becoming active in a theretofore-male dominated society, seeking freedom in their own determined and ferocious ways.
Words: 7834, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Steam Powered Giraffe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Delilah Morreo, Viviana Broodwell
Relationships: Delilah Morreo/Viviana Broodwell
Additional Tags: everyone look out sophia has found a minor character and taken her over again, Victorian Attitudes, Fake Science, laboratory romances, Canon Lesbian Character, No Lesbians Die, spg lore allusions, delilah morreo IS trans it doesn't come up though but she DID invent hrt just for her in like 1894, becile & pw1 are mentioned but they are not important, Canonical Character Death, Temporary Character Death, (i mean we've all listened to the ballad of delilah morreo right), No Beta We Die Like Thadeus Becile
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NvVXrT7
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That is a wrap from TT 30
That is a wrap from TT 30
As the final few cars make their way to the BOSCH Motorsport official finish down at PW1 in Hobart, we thank you for tuning into TARGA Live over the last week.
Appreciate all your support and have a pleasant and enjoyable evening.
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