Your Viking drawings are so cool. I love NM's role.

💛🎧🍓:]

💛 Favorite Feature On Myself - i really like my teeth and my hair. i have vampire teeth naturally and they make me happy and also i just really like my hair dsajhkghdsa

🎧 Last Song I Listened To - Help Me I Am In Hell by Nine Inch Nails. its a vibe. no lyrics. just vibes.

🍓 Favorite Food - beef cutlets. its beef cutlets. i go wild for some beef cutlets. im a fucking carnivore-

Begging for a Steve Harrington fic!! I love him sm and I love you sm, hope your essay goes great! ♡

eeee stevie my best boy fr <333 gah love him. the steve fic is post season 4 (*spoilers) but i made it a happy end! aka vecna loses, everyone's alive n well! v fluffy and cute but it's abt ptsd abt the upside down!! <3 v proud of it cant wait to finish

hiiii :) 6, 14, 99 💓

6 & 15 for your most recent writing Ask Game!

6. what's the hardest part of the writing process for you?

starting the story! i'll have a clear picture of what i want the story to be in my head, but setting up the story and the transition between chapters are always harder for me.

i'll struggle to close a story on occasion, but even the ones i struggle on are much easier than it usually is for me to start it. (and i've learned that if writing the ending is hard, it's usually because i need to go back and rewrite parts of the scene leading up to it, LOL.)

15. how do you think your writing as improved over time?

i think i can write stronger prose and better plots than i used to be able to. i used to try to write almost every idea i possibly could, and i've realized that that's not necessarily more productive than really taking time and choosing to write the stories that i know there's a real plot and depth behind.

and as for prose, i've just gotten better at editing and making sure the scene flows. there'll be points when i'm rereading my old work where one character starts in one place and ends up somewhere completely different without ever having "moved", and i've noticed significantly fewer of those moments since i started taking time to make sure i didn't leave anything out.

7, 19, and 42 for Wrapped? <3

Gonna do it right this time—

#7: Whiplash by Black Math

Dig deep while we go for the glory

And damn straight this is how your story ends

Swords up and we fight like we never have

Breakdown the walls we see

Burn all the enemies

#19: Wild Eyes by Broiler, RAVVEL

It’s the way you love

And the rules you make

You amplify my desire to escape

#42: Third Eye by Florence + the Machine

I am the same, I’m the same, I’m trying to change

I am the same, I’m the same, I’m trying to change

I am the same, I’m the same, I’m trying to change

I am the same, I’m the same, I’m trying to change

hiii <3 for the spotify wrapped ask: 19, 25 & 87

phoenix by big red machine, habibi by tamino, and bad ritual by timbre timber <3

Using only song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people

I was tagged by @automatisma, this was super fun thank you!

I did just completely forget about this one sorry but I'm glad I remembered! I chose Queen <3

whats your gender – Killer Queen

how do you feel – I’m Going Slightly Mad

if you could go anywhere – Barcelona

fave mode of transportation – The March Of The Black Queen

your best friend – Princes Of The Universe

favorite time of day – Sleeping On The Sidewalk

if your life was a tv show – The Show Must Go On

relationship status – Crazy Little Thing Called Love

your fears – Under Pressure

I'm tagging @purpleatomicbreath, @despite-everything, @strongindependenttrash, @omnipah, @themostunoriginalpersonever, @coreinthian and whoever else wants to do this!

Ohhhh vulnurable Dottore 😶 What if this is a moment when he realises he can't heal us? He's trying and trying and trying, using all accessible methods (smt questionable and anti-sciense) but n o t h i n g works, there is no way to make us feeling better. And a new reality breaks him down, this is his breaking point.

But you're a sweet, lovely soul, you understand everything and never blame him for failures. When he's crying all you can do is holding and kissing him.

(uhhh finally I'm brave enough to reveal myself haha 😬 I was that anon with several Pantalone's hcs about him speaking French and a reader changing their ring to simple one 🙈)

The crashes that came from Dottore's private lab were so loud it probably echoed throughout the entirety of the whole research building. And it wasn't the sound of an experiment gone wrong exploding, or something fell down by accident, or perhaps some screaming, no. It sounded like something was being forcefully destroyed, on purpose too at least with how much crashing and banging there was. And you just had a horrible feeling about it.

You were right.

You didn't even bother knocking on the door, instead just shoving it open before you called out his name, although you cut yourself off when you saw the state his lab was in. It was a dreadful mess. There wasn't one thing that hadn't faced his frightening strength. The desk and bookshelves had tumbled to the ground, the chairs had been snapped in half... somehow, but considering his power that shouldn't be surprising. Even the operating tables were damaged, glass on the floor from the breaking of his tools and capsules. On the floor, you could read all of the documents scattered around, at least the ones that weren't torn to shreds. The books from the toppled bookshelf? All dedicated journals to your condition over the years. The photos on the floor? Pictures of your body, internally and externally. The random bottles on the floor? Prototype medicines that didn't work with your body. And all at the center of it was your husband. Dottore. Or rather Zandik, as you called him when it was just the two of you. His back was turned to you as he didn't seem to acknowledge the mess around him or even you. You slowly walked towards him, your heart already hurting as you were pretty sure you knew what this was all about.

"Zandik, look at me, please." Dottore's fingers twitched at your words, but then he balled them up, not able to bring himself to face you. You had no choice but to walk in front of him instead. "Zandik, I-" you paused abruptly when you saw his face. Zandik was crying.

He was like a statue. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He didn't sob. He merely looked at you, tears gliding down his cheeks completely unmoving and expressionless. You were speechless. In all your centuries of being with Dottore, you had never seen him cry. You've seen him genuinely happy, genuinely mad, genuinely sad - but never any tears, not even remotely. But here he was crying in front of you anyway... because of you.

The state his office was in was surely no state for you to comfort him, not with the chairs and desks toppled and in shambles... so you silently took his balled hand in yours and peeled away his fingers, allowing you to hold his hand. You led him to his own room (which was connected to his own lab, you know he can't be separated from his research) and he followed you, this time not putting up a fight. You two sat down on his bed and you immediately pulled him against your chest, holding him. Dottore remained unmoving for a bit, until he reciprocated and wrapped his arms around you carefully, as if you would disappear at any second. It was a very silent moment, as neither of you said anything for a long time. And well... it was kind of a learning experience for you too. You couldn't do much besides this but... you hoped it helped. But you needed to say something too...

"Zandik," you murmured, pulling him away from your chest which was only damp now, it seemed like he stopped crying a while ago. Though he still had that empty expression on his face. You reached to take off his mask but his arm quickly grabbed yours before you could even touch it. Ah, of course, he didn't want you to see him. He didn't even want you to know about this in the first place, probably. But that simply wouldn't do. "Zandik," you repeated again, "let me see you. Please," your fingers glossed over his cheek tenderly. "It's only me here, you know," the metal of your wedding ring felt cold against his skin, "And I'm not going to give up or leave, love." You hoped the look in your eyes read - it's okay to be vulnerable, Zandik. Please just be you when you're with me. The Harbinger gritted his teeth and held your waiting arm a little harder, as your other one came to cup his cheek. It wasn't easy to break him down, but eventually, he reluctantly let you go.

You took the mask off and set it to the side, focusing on your lover's expression. His eyes always told so much. And this time, they looked very, very tired. Though even still, his gaze was cast off to the side. But, this time you wouldn't force him. Dottore still acted high and mighty even in his lesser moments. He didn't like being seen like this. He was supposed to be the Doctor, the one who controls the game and has all the power. Not a vulnerable boy who was the opposite, who could have anything in the world except this one thing - your cure.

"It's alright," you whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'm alright." You kissed the corners of his eyes this time, a tiny bit red from crying. "Okay?" This time you went for his lips, and although he took a few seconds to reciprocate, he slowly kissed you back. As if he would never be able to kiss you again, neither of you let go. "There's no need to worry, I'm here," you combed your fingers through his hair. "I know that no matter what happens, I'll be next to you. I love you." Dottore didn't respond nor did he look at you. But he heard it. And he crept his hand under your shirt as he placed his fingers above your heart, counting the beats. His way of reassuring himself you were still alive. And for now, that was enough.

A part of you wanted to apologize. Apologize for putting this burden on him. If only you... were not you. If you could be someone else, then Dottore wouldn't have to invest so much into you. You know he loves and adores you how you are but- you know it's not the time to go down into those thoughts. Instead, all you need to do right now is comfort your beloved. Make him know that you see him. You love him. You accept him. You believe in him. And that regardless of all the failures he may endure, nothing would ever make you love him any less.

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UM HI HELLO. Thank for this idea omggg i went through all stages of pain 😭 AND YOU WROTE THOSE OTHER HCS TOO?? Gosh you have such *chef's kiss* amazing ideas I LOVE THEM !!

Happy tumblr dot com anniversary

cool was the first adjective you thought of???

Ryan and Shane Exorcise Demons in The Mortuary Assistant • Survival Mode

* for shattered ! Do you ever feel just a little bit of guilt when you think about how you speak of/speak to cross ?

explosion version cause I can't stop giggling xd

Archie! :D Join me in being sleepy and deranged?

Hope life is treating you ok uvu sending sm coffee (or warm drink of choice) and chill vibes ur way

side note: No idea what onesie you/ your sona would wear if given the chance but im putting my bet on human. just. just a guy. Like ah yes, I love my Onesie. Greg.

aarhrghh responsibilities. uni. assignments. job. PLEASE let me out i just wanna draw my silliez all day i just wanna have the energy to do stuff!!! life is so stressful rn istg-

i’ve been playing in @florwal’s portsim save over the weekend and honestly i am in love it’s so detailed it’s my new fav save file for sureee. i decorated one of the empty lots on company time hehehe

HUH??????

U GUYSSS WHATTTT THANK YOU <3333333