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IF I WAS A CHILD, DID IT MATTER?
"would've, could've, should've" - taylor swift // "older guys" - nina nesbitt // "hurricane" - halsey // "all too well (ten minute version)" - taylor swift // "older" - birdy // "tolerate it" - taylor swift // taylor swift performing "all too well (ten minute version)" on snl // "my best friend's weddings" - the chicks // "dear john" - taylor swift // "older guys" - nina nesbitt
#web weaving#parallels#lyrics#typography#taylor swift#i've actually had a version of this in my drafts for like two months since nina released older guys#but wcs has inspired me to post it#500*#1k*#2k*#3k*
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"i thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go."
just fiddling with my design for her
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edit, i saw someone mention they like this design/want to use it so i wanted to clarify that you can feel free to use it in fanart/whatever as long as u give credit :D
also you can check out this drawing i made that features this design again /nf
#fanart#my art#warrior cats#warrior cats fanart#warriors#wc#wc fanart#warriors fanart#hollyleaf#hollyleaf warrior cats#hollyleaf fanart#hollyleaf art#warrior cats art#warrior cats design#warrior cats headcanon#warrior cats hc#500 notes#1000 notes
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i've won, i've won, they told me that i've won
#segosun#forefather#dueling sands#ds wcrp#fortune 500 by everything everything goes so hard man#its such a segosun song. hes so normal.#wc oc#warrior cat oc
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I hope this Scarian prompt is good: Sleepy avian Grian chirping and cooing at Scar to hurry up/stop whatever he's doing and cuddle in their nest immediately it is very important. Grian needs cuddles to fall asleep and by god if he has to ruffle some feathers he's gonna do it
“Scar,” Grian whines one night as Scar works on his plans for a new build project. It’s late, Scar knows that, but he’s just got this itch in his brain that he can’t ignore. The creative juices are flowing and there’s no way he’s going to intentionally dam them up. Nothing could drag him away from this right now.
Scar doesn’t look back as he continues sketching, distracted with how to angle the windows on the east side to let in the maximum amount of light. “What is it?” He asks, yawning immediately after.
“Come to sleep,” Grian mumbles, exhaustion lacing his every word.
“Grian, I have to finish this, or I’ll kick myself in the morning,” Scar replies. He feels a little bad about it, truly, but he’s often on the reverse end with Grian’s late-night insomnia-induced building, so Grian should understand.
“But I’m tired.”
“Then go to sleep?”
Nothing but silence answers him. Scar thinks that maybe Grian has fallen asleep but falling asleep so quickly is unlike him.
He’s just a little bit concerned when he swivels his wheelchair around so he can check on him.
“Gri?”
Grian is pouting and grumbling under his breath, feathers ruffled in annoyance or maybe anger or maybe sickness or—Scar’s getting ahead of himself.
“Sunshine, what’s wrong?”
“You won’t come to bed,” Grian says as if it explains his general state of discontent.
Scar sighs and sets his pencil down. “I will in just a little bit, love.”
“But I want to sleep now.”
“Why don’t you then?”
“I can’t sleep without you.”
Oh?
Oh.
Oh, wow. It makes perfect sense now that he thinks about it. Scar knows avians are flock creatures that form strong bonds and he knows that Grian never used to sleep well until they got together. He just didn’t know Grian thought of him as part of his flock. Oh, he could cry. He loves this man so much.
“Grian, have you pavloved yourself to only sleep when with me?”
“Shut up!”
“Oh my gosh, you have!”
“If you’re just gonna make fun of me then don’t bother,” Grian huffs and buried his face in his arms, angling himself away so Scar can’t see his expression.
Scar abandons his papers and wheels over to the side of the bed, locking his brakes and lifting himself on the edge, just outside of the nest.
“No, no, I think it’s sweet! You can’t fall asleep without me?”
“That’s what I said!”
“Gri, honey, look at me?” Scar grabs his arms and removes them from his eyes, gently, so Grian can stop him if he wants. Grian is teary when he meets Scar’s gaze.
“Don’t cry, love, it’s okay,” Scar shushes, wiping tears from Grian’s eyes and smoothing his thumb over his cheekbones.
“It’s just—I can’t sleep without knowing you’re safe and—”
“—the best way to do that is to cuddle me?” Scar finishes for him, grinning once again. Grian blushes but doesn’t deny it.
“Guess I can’t argue with that. Come here, pretty bird,” Scar whispers and draws his mate into his arms. Grian latches on like a barnacle and flops a wing over the two of them; out like a light as soon as he feels Scar relax.
Scar falls asleep to the sound of gentle coos and chirps, blanketed in soft feathers, safe in the arms of his love.
Flock is nice, is his last nonsensical thought before sleep claims him too.
#burdened with knowledge#they’re in the walls th#drabble#hermitshipping#scarian#hermitcraft fanfic#trafficshipping#ficlet#wc: 500-1000#quintuple drabble#sorry anon I lied about the double drabble#you get QUINTUPLE DRABBLE#THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT#you activated my trap card: avian instincts#hope you like it!!
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prompt if you still need: fernkit/paw wondering if she'll ever become a warrior and wondering why she's still in the nursery/just starting her apprenticeship while cloudpaw gets apprenticed first and becomes a warrior before the other cats that are older than him -- brightpaw and swiftpaw.
[according to canon, she's born in the summer at the end-ish of into the wild. she's not even an apprentice until the following summer of rising storm. her and ashkit/paw are full adults in the nursery.]
I just HAD to do this one since it's so goddamn funny. The Erins did my favorite timeline fuckup TWICE. GOD. Knowing them it's probably many more, actually. Diversity win! Due to authorial incompetence this character is now adult in primary education representation!
For the unaware, it's an important plot point that The Sight takes place towards the end of winter/beginning of spring, since the whole of the plot can be tracked almost day by day pretty accurately and only takes up about a single moon, with the climax at the Daylight Gathering which explicitly happens during the first full moon of the spring.
However, in Sunrise during the subplot in which Jayfeather goes snooping in Leafpool's business, it is established him and his siblings were born in... winter! Leafpool's Wish later on doubles down on this nonsense which has forever ruined my ability to take the parentage reveal investigation seriously. CLEARLY such a basic timeline fuckup must mean Jayfeather's memory is shit and not to be trusted.
Typically I ignore this when creating timelines for my work, but I do have the jokey headcanon that Firestar was so furious about the fox kits incident that he refused to apprentice them until they were grown-ass adults. lmao.
Anyway, enough of my ramblings! Let's go!
(Want to submit your own scenario for me to turn into 500 words of crack? Check out my guidelines and submit a prompt! Recently I did an askbox cleanup so I'm very much in need for a good few more to get to November 30th.)
“Ashkit, don’t you feel like there’s something just... wrong about all this?” Fernkit asked with her squeaky kit voice from where she was observing just at the entrance to the nursery.
Her twin brother looked to her from where he was batting at a mossball, his head tilted to the side with confussion. “What do you mean?”
She frowned. “It’s just that, you know...” she looked out. “Cloudpaw is getting his apprentice ceremony, but wasn’t he smaller than us? And didn’t he get bigger just now?”
“When we woke up we were the same size,” Ashkit replied with a shrug.
“Maybe but shouldnt’ that mean we should be apprenticed as well?” Fernkit asked.
“Well, Bluestar didn’t say it was our turn to be appentices yet,” Ashkit said. “And mom says that we must obey everything she says. So if she hasn’t said we should be apprenticed we should just obey.”
Fernkit took in a deep breath as she tried to think how to explain the situation. “But aren’t we supposed to become apprentices when we reach 6 moons old? Didn’t we reach that a while ago?”
“I’unno,” Ashkit replied.
“We were already here by the time Cloudpaw joined the Clan,” Fernkit pointed out. “Shouldn’t we at least be becoming apprentices alongside Cloudpaw?”
“I don’t know what you’re worrying so much about,” Ashkit finally said as he turned around. “Cloudpaw’s going to have to do chores around camp all day now and we get to play instead. What do you miss so much about becoming an apprentice?”
As her brother tossed out his mossball and walked off, Fernkit was left alone with her thoughts on the matter. She couldn’t deny that there was some truth to what her brother was saying but it still left her a tad... unsettled. Wasn’t he ever excited about the idea of finally leaving the nursery? Of getting to know the territory and the world outside of camp? Of doing all of the things their adopted littermate would get to do?
Fernpaw shook her head, refusing to keep dwelling on these thoughts. Perhaps Ashkit was right and it wasn’t their time just yet. Perhaps being in the nursery would be for the best.
And so she followed in his lead.
#ashfur#ferncloud#cloudtail#warrior cats#wc#warrior cats au#decided to go alllll in and just include the ''cats are written as if they just digi-evolve at their ceremonies'' thing#this is the most crack-ish I'm gonna get all month I prommy#also short one since I just didn't have enough material to work with for 500 words#but my average makes up for it so it's fine
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SPITTAKES
HOLY SHIT DID NOT SEE THAT COMING
#ramblings of an oracle#not myths#almost to the big 500#wow.#either there's a lot more toa fans than i thought or i also attracted a bunch of mythology fans#or both. both is good.#XD#anyway tyyyyyy#:3 glad people like my random ramblings and insane conspiracies on Very Obscure Things#i have more followers here than i do on my main and the bt blog combined#and my warrior cats blog. and my wc fanfic blog. and probably even with the followers on the rp blogs i run lmao#never underestimate the power of toa/myth fans 💪#we be MIGHTY
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Cyno’s palm cups his cheek suddenly and he stirs looking up at the General who leans over his desk, peering down at him curiously.
“What’s wrong.” He asks when Cyno doesn’t remove his hand. Normally Alhaitham would swat it away since he’s not very partial to others touching him without his consent or touching him at all.
If it was anyone other than Cyno of course.
Somewhere along, among the many meetings, debates, document reviews, lunches, late coffees, drinks and card games and bad jokes he realized that he let Cyno in, so close, like no other person before.
The testament to that is the way Cyno can invade Haitham’s personal space like this without him perceiving his presence as something threatening but instead as a part of their natural state of being.
And even the touch, despite being gentle could turn lethal any moment. That hand cupping his cheek could slide down his throat and squeeze depriving him of breath if Cyno wished to, but it does not alarm him or causes discomfort for being touched like this.
If anything, it only startled him because Cyno’s hand is warm.
“You have an eyelash here.” He says finally, swiping his thumb over the high bone of his cheek.
“Ah.” Haitham says and closes his eyes, another display of trust and vulnerability, which surprises even him, given away so easily as if it means nothing.
“Can I?” Cyno asks and Haitham nods.
There’s another gentle brush, rough thumb tracing thin skin under his eye, the pad grazing the tips of his eyelashes.
Then he stops and just holds Haitham’s face in his hand.
“Is that all?” Haitham asks with a huff, eyes still closed as he arches an eyebrow.
The General shifts, moving closer, closer still. Their knees bump against each other and then Haitham feels warm breath on his face.
“No.” Cyno says against his lips. “It’s not.”
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i felt my heart dropped in my stomach in the ending of that sae fic and clearly i wasn't the only one judging from the reply section of your fic so i need you to apologize right now mimi release the notes app apology letter 😭
currently working on my apology, s*e lovers 😒
#user ode2rin writing a sae fic beyond 500 wc??? the world must be ending#i better not receive any screaming after this 🫵🏻#jk i love reading your thoughts#incoherent or not#send them my way#AND LMAO YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT THE REPLY SECTION#😭😭😭😭#letters to mimi ✿
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gn today is such a bad day and its not even 11 am
#sophie’s idle chatter#long rant abt my great morning ->#stayed up until 2 am writing my project that still isnt even done (500 wc out of the 2000 wc) but had to give in the hard copy today#then i was like ‘well i can take a nap and wake up at 4 am to do some more!’#woke up at 4 am. had an existential crisis. cried. went back to sleep#then i slept through my morning alarm and banged my head on my desk when i tried to turn the plug off#couldnt eat breakfast and cried like… 3 times to the train station#basically no one handed their project in bc none of us finished and he was v passive aggressive (disappointed aha)#and only me and four others actually turned smth in#and while we were doing our eng lang test (diversity in women and mens language) he kept sighing while going through our hard copies#anyway im now on the train home with a massive headache and the want for the world to swallow me whole#and i have biology later. where i havent done the hw bc ive been stressing over this projects 2nd draft.#……#anywho lemsip my bestie im coming soon hahahshsb#and 3.5 update ;w;#probably delete later. idk. ughfhdjs
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LMAO so i can't write a short thing to save my life (which we KNEW) so it looks like BOTH of my zine fic submissions will have Extended Editions when i'm able to post them 😂😂
#mack writes#waiting to hear what the deal is with wc extensions for one of them#but yeah lol im like. almost 500 over on the other and well. not finished yet skgljfd#i TRIED to keep it short i TRIED!!! but its so hard!! the words just dont listen to me!! they do their own thing!!!!
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#aesthetic#só pra avisar que to separando as replies pra responder td junto#e que fui juntando foto que tinha a ver com a kaya e quando eu vi... 500 aesthetics#e que tb to fazendo as wcs então quem quiser só bora#fim dos avisos#por hoje
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it's 5 am.... just finished chap 9 but idk if it's nauseatingly cute enough yet....
do I leave it or make y/n n jungwon pine more.... many thoughts....
update: I did ... kinda add just a bittttt more fluff. but tumblr is glitching out and I'll just take that as a divine signal for me to stop and gts. ch 9 needs to be edited n formatted but it'll be up sometime today <3
#personally I had a blast writing ch 9#lots of fun dialogue n lots of haechanie#maybe I'll just keep it simple#idk it was supposed to be around 500 wc and it's alr 1.6 k so 💀
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casting call 12!
He rearranges the camera several times, making sure to angle it in a way that it would his kitchen counter and everything behind it.
Should he have prepared for this? Yes. Does he still have time to figure it out? Absolutely? Will he do any of that? Hell no.
He faces this audition head-on. It wasn't as though he didn't care for the craft or the opportunity. But for the life of Jinhyuk, he hasn't watched enough K-drama or any romantic drama to know how to go about this. The only time he remembers doing so is when his grandma has him working in the kitchen as she watched 'boys and flowers' or whatever that show was.
Besides, facing it head-on would seem more natural-- it would also give him time to actually cook dinner. See, killing two birds with one stone.
Now one of the things he indulged himself in during his first paycheck was to get a really DSL camera, with an automated tripod that has a remote for him to control in any location. It was to cater for his travelling hobby, but also something he used when it came to training. To make sure his dance skills were precise and getting better.
Meanwhile, it shall start being used for audition tapes, too, apparently. Having set the table top earlier, he resumes cooking dinner, being extra careful not to get anything in his 'costume'. Be a bitch to take ramen soup out of a white sweater, but if there is one thing he learned with his limited knowledge of cinema and fashion. Is that the male league is usually in monochromatic colours, white to emphasise the softness of the scene- take that Mr. choi! i learned shit- chuckling to himself at the thought of his strict acting coach.
In any case, he presses record on with his remote control. Taking a subtle deep breath before he ''starts acting".
The scene is set to show that he was dutifully making dinner for him and the leading lady. Turning around with a pot of ramen, he glances at the camera smiling bashfully. "Sorry, that took a bit of time."
He sets the food down in front of him before moving to sit by his side of the counter. "It's going to be hot, so be careful." The steaming hot ramen is a paid actor. Once the warm haze dissipates, he 'serves' the lady first before placing some in his own bowl. "It's not much, but I know you've had a long day. Oh- here, let me get that for you." Insert a cliche scene where he reaches forward to 'wipe' something off the love interest's face. Maybe he should have just applied as a director or screenwriter than an actor. Something tells him he might actually enjoy that sort of creative freedom.
"Aigoo, what a pretty face." mumbling loud enough to be caught in the camera. As though it was being filmed in an actual series, Jinhyuk's face flushes, retreating to himself as he gives the camera a roguish grin. "It's no lie."
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Cages
Whumptober Day 2: Caged
Rated: M for suicidal thoughts, car wrecks, and canon typical violence
Billy’s life was defined by boundaries: don’t do this, don’t you dare be one of Those people, don’t talk back, don't be You. But he had his car, a bit of freedom. Turns out that's just a cage too.
The car is a smoking wreck when Steve pulls past, crumpled around a tree near the old steel mill and recent . It’s the kind of crash that has him sure that he’s about to scramble across the ditch and find a corpse, because his life was punctuated by such instances.
No one could survive that.
But he has to check.
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If you’re dead you can’t hurt anyone and it can’t hurt you. That was the last thought that had gone through Billy’s mind before he pushed the gas pedal as far as it would go and just… let go.
It should have been the last thought he’d ever had but; but you can’t even fucking die right.
The Camaro’s roof is against his cheek and the footwell is twisted kind of around his leg and he’s in pain. He’s in a helluva lot of pain and there’s nowhere to go. His baby is nothing more than another warped cage in his shitty life and he tries to scream only to choke on blood.
There’s a lot of smoke rolling outside of the shattered windshield and he knows then that he’s still going to die, it’s just going to be a lot worse than he’d hoped for. Well, at least it’ll be over . His mind repeats even as his hands are clawing to get rid of the seatbelt. He can’t; it’s stuck. He wants it over but not like this . It was supposed to be easy. Quick .
His leg scrapes against jagged metal and he does manage a scream then as flesh splits to the bone. Something dark in the back of his mind is rolling, screaming at the slow press of heat coming from beneath the hood that is far too close to where they were trapped. The screaming makes him grin bloodily, a small satisfaction that he wasn’t the only one hurting. Billy throws an arm over toward the glove box, fingernails scratching the vinyl as he desperately tries to open it. It pops and falls, scattering contents across the seat and floor. He thinks he might be crying but it’s probably just blood. Blood he could explain to his dad.
There . Cool metal and bone, the little pocket knife was easily flicked open and his wrist only protested a lot when he began to saw through the seatbelt. Out, get out . His vision swims and he hopes it’s from the heat and not the blood pooling in his shoes. Outside someone is yelling. Or maybe he’s the one yelling, screaming at the belt to let go and trying in futility to twist his legs free of the crumpled footwell.
There’s a tree against the driver door and the passenger side is useless but… if he can crawl out the back he’d survive. The smoke was getting darker. Fuck .
The belt frays and splits, freeing his chest even though the rest of him is trapped. Useless .
He laughs, because what else can he do?
He can’t even die right.
Ao3
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Scarian prompt: Grian gets jealous very easily, so if Scar hangs out with someone(Jimmy maybe?) Grian will just fly over to where Scar is and demand attention/if Scar is in the middle of a convo with said person Grian will jump Scar and start making out with him right in front of said person
It was a normal day. It was a normal day. Scar was talking to—swindling—Jimmy about his diamonds, Jellie was rolling in the grass and chasing butterflies, and Scar was excited to finish his work and go home to his boyfriend.
Turns out his boyfriend came to him, for some reason, if the bright yellow and green feathers in his peripheral and face and mouth are any indication.
“Uh, Grian?” Scar asks after spitting feathers out of his mouth. “Care to explain why you’re perched on my shoulders? Where did you even come from?”
“No, not particularly, and I was around.”
“So, just gonna chill there while I talk to Jimmy?”
“You mean scam me?” Jimmy pipes up from somewhere to his left. Scar can’t see him from behind the feathers blocking his view.
“I can assure you we here at GoodTimes Emporiums have no reason to scam you, a loyal and valued customer!”
“Scar, that sounds suspicious, you know that, right?” Jimmy replies.
“Timmy can do what he wants,” Grian interrupts, nestling further into Scar’s long hair, making a mess of them both.
“I was asking what you wanted to do,” Scar clarifies, trying and failing to get Grian to unlatch from his head.
“Well, what I want to do is kiss you stupid,” Grian leans over his head and meets his eyes upside down, his smug grin unmistakable even from this angle.
Scar’s brain stops working.
“That’s—you can’t just—Gri, we have company.”
“What? Embarrassed?” Grian taunts.
“I’m not—oh, come here, you jealous bird,” Scar leans forward to dislodge him and Grian falls with a squawk. Before he hits the ground, Scar heaves him into his lap.
“You’re so strong,” Grian swoons mockingly “Do I even weigh anything to you?”
Scar raises an eyebrow but falls for the bait anyways.
“No, you’re like a bag of grapes,” he sighs, tormented eternally by the man he loves.
Grian giggles and regains his balance. “Kiss me?” He asks.
“That, I can do.”
He meets Grian’s lips with a sigh of relief, having been all too aware of how much he had missed him, even if they had not been apart for long. Grian’s hands find their way into his hair again, this time careful not to tangle or scratch with his talons. He tilts Scar’s head, adjusting the angle, and suddenly Scar no longer cares about who is around.
Neither of them notices Jimmy checking out entirely, too focused on finding their homes in one another.
Jealous, pesky bird indeed.
#drabble#scarian#hermitshipping#burdened with knowledge#they’re in the walls th#prompt#quad drabble#wc: 400-500#hermitcraft fanfic#sorry for baiting you with the spiderman kiss#I’ll write a short hero AU to make up for it#never actually written a kissing scene before sorry if it’s not good!#I am branching out :)#Grian is simply just a jealous bird#sun conure Grian is top tier btw#wuh oh scar hope you locked your wheelchair before you started passionately making out with your boyfriend!#(he did not. Grian will save him but he did not)#not posted to ao3#yet#will post later
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