#[ I can't wait to start writing! ]

[madootles]

jon sims losing his mind in seasons two and three <333

the magnus archives has me in a serious chokehold right now

[penofwildfire]

Geo and Bonzle's relationship is something so nebulous and not entirely definable but so, so incredibly loving. Less father and daughter and more older brother and teen sister that he feels responsible for. She showed up when he was at his absolute lowest, barely keeping himself alive as day after day after day of agonizing loneliness went by. She knew that loneliness all too well and they found so much comfort in eachother. And even as their family grew their dynamic never really changed. I just. Hrghghhghghghgghgghgghhfjfjfhfjgjghggjjghgh 😭💕💕

[sky-is-the-limit]

As I'm only getting into episode 30 of the anime *i've already watched opla 50 times*, I need some Luffy experts to tell me if he'd be the jealous/possesive type cause I have something in mind for my introduction to the OP fandom (mainly drabbles/reactions for now)

Cause I see him as the type to be more possesive than jealous, in the sense of "I'm your Captain, I should be your top priority" and then that quickly turning into "I'm your Captain so you're mine" but being kinda chill about it? Like it's obvious it should be that way.

And then he'd get jealous whenever you'd defy that ideology??? cause despite him being the Captain, you are your own person so you can talk/flirt with whoever you want.

At first he wouldn't understand what that angry green growing feeling in his belly is until he'd be 1 step away from gum gum pistoling the guy you're talking to and someone from the crew *prob Nami* would call him out on it.

Maybe Sanji would then have to explain to him later on what Nami meant and how people who are in love sometimes tend to get jealous etc for him to fully understand the urge to beat people up whenever they'd get too close to you or other straw hats spending way too much time with you when he's right there???

Let me know if my assessment is correct or what you think would be a better approach/headcanon!!

[imeriayapping]

My god i just crave loscar fanfiction but my last resort that I'm holding into before starting is boyish, send help

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley 💖

I wasn't gonna post any today bc progress slowed down with working mornings again and having to actually sleep at night 🙄😂, but i'm so excited about this fic and I'm loving it and I just wanna share it all lol

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“I’m fine.” Buck responds through gritted teeth. He’s okay, he’s fine, he can do this. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” he laughs, wiping his cheeks with one hand. He needs to get a grip. At least while he’s driving. “This is all so stupid, I’m fine, everything is fine.” he takes a deep breath.

“You don’t have to be fine. Not with me.” Eddie says, and he sounds almost desperate. Desperate for Buck to listen, to hear him. He sounds so earnest and gentle, and Buck can imagine those piercing eyes that always feel like Eddie’s looking into his soul, and he can’t handle this. He can’t handle being so cared for, he doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve someone as wonderful as Eddie. All he does is make him worry. All he does is make everyone worry. (...) Eddie once said Buck's the guy who wants to fix everything, and it’s true. He wants to fix everything for everyone he loves. He’s the only thing that’s unfixable, though. And he hates that people even try, only to get burned in the process.

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[souenkun]

I won't ever stop laughing at how sweet lance and lyra's interaction with ethan is... and then there's silver lmaooo 😭🤚 his seiyuu (yuki ono) nails this line!!! 🤣💖

For context, here' their translated lines with ethan:

Lance: with ethan, I can go all out!

Lyra: with ethan, no matter who the opponent is, I won't get scared!

Silver: ethan, you're coming with me!

[lynzishell]

🌸Hello Friends!!!

I'm back and I've missed you all so fkin much!! I'm fully caffeinated and ready to catch up on what I've missed. 🤸🏻‍♀️💖 Life is still life-ing, but I think I'm in a good enough place to start working on story posts again. I'll probably start with updates 3x/week as I get back in the groove, but I'm hoping I'll be back to 5x/week soon! That being said - my story will resume on Monday! ✨YAY!✨

[yujeong]

Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)

[oddlittlestories]

I promise I'll do a proper post about this sometime but

House was so different before the infarction, and we as a fandom don't talk about that nearly enough. His gentleness and vulnerability with Stacy (at the end of The Mistake "so what do we do now?" - in the middle of the ep with her husband). In s1e21 Three Stories, he's so gentle with Cuddy even though it was her hospital's mistake. He doesn't shout at the nurse or rail against anyone, just quietly insists on his (borderline suicidal) course of action.

Basically, the level of abrasiveness, misanthropy, etc etc that we see in the show pretty clearly (though subtly) didn't exist prior to the infarction. Is it exacerbated by the clear self-esteem issues, implied trust issues, and ofc his usual anti-authority attitude that clearly came from a lifetime of being raised by John House? Yeah.

But House could be and was vulnerable before the infarction. Sometime I'll write a post about his different life stages through the show, but tldr;

the abuse House suffered as a child was only one of the core drivers of his "walls to keep people out;" the infarction was another massive change / hit for him.

[ell-arts]

Background teaser for the next chapter's artwork ;)

[andvys]

OKAY STEVE GIRLIES -- your girl is outlining a story right now.

Get ready for some enemies to lovers with a 'she fell first but he fell harder' trope, a bitchy Steve and a grumpy mean reader. (Upside down and Vecna exist in this story and I'm finally writing a badass reader again)

I'm gonna outline the whole fic and plan it thoroughly before I start writing it (I have never done that before, I usually jump straight into writing it which is bad sometimes).

I'm trying to figure out what nickname to give reader, cause writing 'y/n' is kind of annoying but I obviously won't give her a name -- if you got suggestions for nicknames let me know :)

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

oh my god I forgot the second best part of the whole Harumi-Fic-Writer Saga:

Sally: Hey Rumi, what are you typing so frantically over there?

Harumi: I'm running late on this week's update of my GN x Reader saga! I have to hurry and finish before next period starts!

Brad, Gene, and Sally, who know Lloyd's secret: *IMMEDIATELY STARE AT LLOYD*

Lloyd:

Harumi: Oh, and Lloyd's also my beta reader

Brad, Gene, and Sally: *STARING INTENSIFIES*

Lloyd: O_O;

Sally: aND I OOOOOOOP—

Gene: *falls backwards out of his chair, laughing himself into a coma*

Lloyd: IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK—

Brad:

Brad: Drop the link

Lloyd: BRAD???

Brad: I SAID DROP THE LINK—

Harumi: Ah, a man of culture, I see~

Gene: *scream-laughter*

Sally: ...I gotta—*chokes*—I gotta tell her—

Lloyd: *through his teeth* Don't. You. Dare.

[puppetmaster13u]

You may regret this @phoenixcatch7 lol, what if I start spamming you /j

Less cryptid Batman in this particular WIP since it's semi-outsider pov lol (one of two outside person not unnerved by them lol)

🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇👻🪆🦇

   Clark knew Batman wasn’t human, even before that disaster of a mission where he had let it slip to the others. 

   He’d known for a long time, from one of their early meetups, when Batman had first referred to him as Clark Kent instead of Kal-El, and he had panicked. He hadn’t ever lied to his teammates when he said that the cloak prevented him from seeing his body, but his ears still worked. 

   He’d tried to listen to a heartbeat, to see if his at the time temporary ally was lying when he stated he wasn’t going to tell anyone and… Nothing. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing even remotely human, and if he didn’t know any better, nothing even remotely alive about the silence. 

   He couldn’t help but to pay attention more, to seek out the strange almost silence-feeling that accompanied the Gotham vigilante each time he felt it. It was… almost comforting, like the swaying of branches and the rustling of cloth over stone. Familiar, compared to the hustle and bustle surrounding him in the city. 

   The first thing he had noticed, physically that is, was Batman’s ears. Previously he’d thought the man unemotional, what with the rough voice, expressionless white eyes, cloak-covered body and the gas mask covering a good chunk of his face. 

   Yet the longer he watched, even idly, the more he noticed that while the man’s face or body didn’t show much, his ears did. 

   While Batman could stay silent and still for hours, the long ears twitched and swiveled, catching on the hood that he’d always wear around them. They’d pin back sometimes, a near silent sound he couldn’t quite place accompanying the movement, while other times they’d twist a near full three-sixty, as though searching for whatever sound it had caught. 

   Sometimes, when he’d startled the other vigilante, there’d be rattling noise, like wood and metal clacking together before it was cut off. It was a strange sound, one he’d not heard anywhere else, except with his… friend. 

   Were they friends? He’d like to think so. 

   The next time he was reminded that his friend wasn’t human was when he saw him get injured. It hadn’t been a bad injury, even if the Gothamite’s head had hit the wall with a very loud cracking noise, but he’d still smelled what he’d eventually come to recognize as blood. There was an almost pickle-like scent to it though that wasn’t quite it either. 

   Honestly the closest he could think of describing it was some sort of formaldehyde. And once he focused, he could pick out other things beneath it. Maybe not flesh and blood in the traditional sense, but still. 

   There was always that scent of cloth and wood, but he could smell the black liquid, paint, a metallic thing underneath like iron and steel. No heartbeat, no breath, but life all the same. It was honestly beautiful in a way, like a part of the city the other vigilante called home had come to life. 

   And it wasn’t like Batman minded whenever his own human mask slipped. Clark may have been raised by his Ma and Pa, whom he loved, but it didn’t make his body any more human in nature. There were just some things that he couldn’t change, and it took effort to move like one all day as a civilian when his body wasn’t designed to do so.

   So he stayed quiet for the most part when their group of three grew, and people started to speculate. He diverted the conversations whenever it turned to him, lightly admonishing over the various rumors. 

   It didn’t matter if Batman wasn’t human, he was still his friend, their ally and teammate. Was he curious? Oh of course, he’d gone into journalism for a reason after all, but it was still his friend. If he wanted to tell, he’d tell, and Clark wouldn’t break his trust. 

[pinkytoothlesso11]

So About Changeling Claire AU we did a While ago does Claire and NotErinque What ever his name is called in the Au are Siblings?

That is a good question. XD

And I'm actually inspired enough about that ask involving Changeling! Claire that I'm turning it into a fic loosely based on it, it's going to be called Secrets and Lies.

As for the question: Claire and NotEnrique aren't biologically related, but in the Darklands they formed a very tight sibling like bond that means NotEnrique is still placed in the Nuñez family with Strickler's interference. Claire is delighted, everyone else in team Trollhunters less so.

[mieluscious]

i may have an idea for a cute little smut with rafayel stay tuned guys ☝🏻🤓

[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy AU-gust, everyone! To celebrate, I plan to publish the 1950s rentboy AU later this month, but for now, I want to celebrate all the other alternative universes these boys have found each other in!

come and take a walk on the wild side (13/?)

Play the part, live the lie; this is how we survive. ------- Carlos Reyes is a college student who's trying to pay his rent, get his degree and make his dad understand he doesn't need to worry about his son's future. That said, Carlos isn't too sure he's not worried about his own future. It feels like each day begets a question that can't be answered. After meeting TK Strand during a night out; he thinks he might just be the answer he's been looking for. What they didn't plan for, was Carlos being the answer TK wasn't looking for.

summer slipped us underneath her tongue (3/3)

TK Strand is a freshly heartbroken art history student who's been given the opportunity of a lifetime; studying art in the heart of it all, Paris, France. However, he thinks it's a cruel taunt from the universe. He's studying what he loves so much in the city of love but is stuck thinking there's no one out there who loves him. Carlos Reyes is a career driven culinary student studying at Le Cordon Bleu. He has hard time maintaining relationships, an even harder time of detaching himself from his work and and has an awful habit of doubting everything about himself. After a night out that they end up sharing with each other; they agree to keep any and all things casual. Well, like most things, that's easier said than done.

a little taste of love (1/1)

TK Strand, a florist working for the renowned flower shop, Bloom With a View, can't take his eyes off of Carlos Reyes, a baker working at Cake My Day, the bakery across the street.

love can pull you out of yesterday (5/5)

The day TK falls through the ice is a day that Carlos doesn't want to remember, but it's one he can't forget. It's the day he's currently stuck living over and over and over again.

my honey in the summer

a 911 Lone Star college AU series

Coming later this month:

take a kiss without regret - a 1950s Rentboy AU

WIPs

you can't catch a sinner with a saint - an Old West AU

love in a hurricane - a Bodyguard AU

love by any other name - a Witness Protection AU

lone star lately - a mid 2000s Rom-Com AU