#((I tried!))

[bluecaitjinx]

caitjinx (made using ms paint…….)

please take this as my apology for being slow to get the next chapter of “snickerdoodles” out 😞

[solivagantingrebel]

Thinking about how... Ghost never felt wanted, appreciated or loved in his childhood home, about how he did his best to run away from those memories; erased them, removed himself and the people from the place, and kept his distance until it was refurbished. It was different by the time his brother inherited it, the colours were different, the furniture was different and some of the rooms were renovated to be indistinguishable from before.

Ghost's life was different too, he made sure of it.

There were moments, when he visited, where if he stood for a second longer, closed his eyes briefly — even for a breath —, he'd feel the familiarity of his past creeping in, haunting him. He'd remember how he couldn't relax in the living room, or in the hallways, or anywhere he wasn't allowed to close the door of, always anticipating those heavy footsteps and that terrible, sneering scoff before his days got worse in ways he couldn't anticipate. Blood, tears and sweat leaving scars underneath his skin, ones he could only fool himself to hide.

He felt a sense of dread whenever he visited — slept over —, remembering the moments in the kitchen when he went for a glass of water whenever he couldn't sleep, like his mother was right there with him, hunched over with whatever she could get her hands on, tears streaming and ignorant to the world until Ghost softly asked if she was alright. She'd have an awful, dead look in her eyes, any hope and light devoid before she properly focused on him, shaking her head and telling him to go back to bed.

He'd get himself the glass and feel the heavy weight of her gaze on the back of his head, and by the end of it, she would tuck him in; some semblance of normalcy lending itself so that he could go back to sleep. He still felt her gaze, sometimes, never realising that he might've saved his mother more than once by unintentionally waking up late until it was too late. His mum wasn't perfect, no one could be in their situation, but he could never fully blame her for what they all suffered.

It should've been something, seeing Johnny walk so freely through the house, following him like a lost dog would. His steps were Ghost's, a beacon for his wayward soul. Johnny didn't know the table he was leaning against was where he used to hide his brother when it got worse. The dining table was different back then, but the house was a witness to all those fights, its walls always large and silent to their protests. He didn't know how his father got away with it for so long. His memories were a mess, remembering only the worst of it while shrouding the rest — days, weeks, months and years melting into this concoction of experiences, never to see the light of day again.

Johnny didn't have it great either, he'd speak of his cousin, more highly than his mum and dad, leaving vague comments about disapproval and rejection and frustration and Ghost would nod along, because he understood. Parts of it, anyway, and while he might've not faced the same issues, he knew how it felt to be distanced from family to the point you'd have to drag yourself on your hands and knees to make sense of it. There wasn't a shot to down in the vicinity, nor a smoke to share, so Ghost settled for the next best thing; drowning himself in those ocean eyes completely fixated on him. It didn't matter what came out of his Sergeant's mouth, every word poured out of those pretty lips numbed the reopened wounds in his chest.

When Ghost cornered him against that table to kiss him, he didn't pull away. He rarely does, even in the moments he couldn't anticipate it, quick to melt once he knew it was Ghost and eager all the same.

"I'm gonna sell it," he says when they pull away.

The statement confuses Johnny - a sentiment Ghost shares for a second, before he realises why it was necessary.

"Ghost."

"I can't risk it."

I can't risk the same story repeating for us.

I can't risk losing more.

Ghost exhales, loud and ragged.

I can't risk losing you, he doesn't say. Instead, the silence fills the space in-between, the confession buried from the tip of his tongue down to the rotting confines of his heart. Johnny gets it. In his infinite patience for Ghost, he looks like he understands, and the familiar scrunch of his brows ease away as he nods and steps closer.

The touch on Ghost's waist is grounding, a silent, gentle permission for more, and he lets him. Johnny hugs him like he is trying to melt into him, share the warmth that overflows from his heart to fill Ghost's empty husk-like chest. He hugs him like there is nothing he'd rather be doing, seemingly content on standing there, holding him for hours on end if he needed to.

"Johnny."

Everything falls into place like it was always meant to. The torment of a life spent wanting, wishing and begging for more, quenched through the existence of one man alone.

"We'll get it sorted, Simon."

Ghost rarely believes in reassurances, promises that can't hold up in the face of a cruel, uncertain future, but he wants to try. If not for himself - he wants to try for Johnny.

"We always do."

He supposed they did.

As long as Johnny is willing to stay by his side, everything will be alright.

[detshin]

Redraw of that one iconic promo art!

[airenfolio]

The light just doesn't feel the same

[corxoran]

AAAAAAH can I ask for some daycare au twins angst? (Specifically Sunstreaker)

Not sure what you had in mind but here’s what I got! Here’s Sideswipe outgrowing his brother! The way I see it, though Sunstreaker can spend lots of time on his own and be fine, being distant in connection terms is odd to him (if not sad and upsetting, since he feels connections differently) because Sideswipe has always been the only person in his life, for as long as he can remember. But, as Sideswipe grows socially, Sunstreaker remains stagnant. He isn’t interested in building relationships, and he’s grown distant from the one person he already cares about. So he’s often alone. Make no mistake, Sideswipe makes time for him, he just finds himself wrapped up in actually having friends for once.

Sunstreaker doesn’t necessarily care that he might be a sociopath, but he considers that he might make things harder for Sideswipe.

About the kids in the daycare! The daycare is mostly for young kids. However, there are a good number of older kids who'll stop by after school until their parents finish working so that they won't have to be home alone. Bumblebee is one of these kids, but his legal guardian is actually Optimus so he helps his dad at the daycare until it's time to close up. Sideswipe, as an older kid himself, often talks to Bumblebee. Sunstreaker, as an antisocial sociopath, does not.

The kids in the last panel of the first drawing with Sideswipe are Blurr and Bumblebee.

Ahhh extra things -

Bumblebee is younger than Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, but the twins look younger than their age from all the years of not getting enough nourishment.

Blurr is!! The most energetic kid at the daycare!!! High strung and always in motion! The attendants have trouble keeping him under control, but they manage. :) I’ll probably redesign him, I’m known to be indecisive… this look is temporary for now. Placeholder!

During the week, the days aren’t too busy. Sideswipe plays with the younger kids, and Sunstreaker tries to stay away from everyone he finds annoying (everyone, as they are young children).

The daycare is open for any of the local kids because it’s seen as a safe place to hang out, supervised, when their parents are not around.

I think I’ll add Blaster soon! I’m unsure of whether a lot of other characters should be adults or children but haha… we’ll see <3

[ravenwriter16]

I'm probably just projecting w/ this question but how would Sun/Moon/Eclipse react to mc (in stars done shine they burn or any of your other fics) coming outs as a transman/nonbinary or a transwoman (in your one male fic) would they be accepting or would they have trouble seeing their baby changing

I love all ur fics btw I avoid fics w/ fem mcs but I rlly love your writing so I read it anyways it's that good

I’m so happy that you enjoy my writing!

As for your question, I’m gonna go one by one for the Yandere Dads in ‘Stars don’t shine…they burn’ and ‘All the better to keep you, my dear’.

Just a heads up, I’m not that knowledgeable with all the different genders, so please bear with me!

Sun:

he would just be happy that you are with him, gender or no gender. He’ll treat you like he normally would, but would change some of his many nicknames to suit you better.

After all if you see how accepting he is, the more likely you are to stay!

Moon:

He is used to it because many of the mages that he teaches and leads are also trans masc/fem and nonbinary (I hope I’m using the right terms!).

They find that casting mana is easier that way and ergo feel more confident in their day to day lives. Because of this he is a strong defender on the topic

So, like Sun, he would also change some of his nicknames for you and even start changing your attire or room to better accommodate you.

Eclipse:

now this man, is difficult…because if you decide to come out while you were away from them, he’ll still view you as his little girl or boy.

It’s hard for him to grasp the fact that you have changed over the years, whether that be your age, personality, or gender.

He’ll still call you his pet names, dress you up like normal, and bear the brunt of every flinch, grimace, and tear you shed while he’s doing it.

But after having enough of your pain, having some time to come to terms, and research all about the topic (there are books), he’ll change his tune in a drastic way.

Don’t like those dresses/suits? He’ll burn them in the courtyard and buy you new ones that make you feel like you.

Hate all the pet names in regards to your old gender? He’ll come up with new ones!

Hate people referring to you as princess/princes or misgendering you? He’ll execute those who wronged you then hold a grand ball to announce to the whole kingdom who you are.

But be prepared for him to dote on you harder, he’ll want to make for all the times he himself wouldn’t accept the new you. He just HAS to make you understand that he is sorry and loves you no matter what!

That’s it! I hope this satisfies your question! To be honest I have never deeply thought about this before and it was very interesting to write!

I’m sorry if I got anything wrong about coming out! I am willing to admit I’m…not the most knowledgeable in that field, but I tried my best!

Thank you for your question! Have a wonderful time zone!😁

[violetmuses]

Solo Sikoa + Female Reader 🫂

Fandom: WWE

Character: Solo Sikoa (Joseph Fatu)

Author's Note: Here's another quick drabble request! Enjoy reading. - V. 💜

@episodes-ff 🏷

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2024

“Oh no. stop!” You nearly giggled when Joseph entered this room behind the scenes and almost started dancing.

Ominous music pulled beats and the character of Solo Sikoa drifted elsewhere.

I'm just playing. Let's go get ice cream or something.” Joseph reached to hold your hand, genuinely happy.

“Deal.” You kissed his cheek, leaving the venue together.

[gingiekittycat]

Hi! Love your fics so much thanks for writing and feeding us!!!

Do you have advice for writing GO fics?

(no pressure to answer)

Thanks anon! I'm happy you like my fics 💜

As for advice... Wow! Do you mean any advice at all, in general? I'm trying to think of things that would be specific to the Good Omens fandom and not just to all fanfic, but I'm having a hard time thinking of something.

So how about just some things I do when I'm writing a GO fic?

Rewatch the source material (even if it's just 5 minutes every few chapters or so, to remind myself of how the characters sound)

Vocalize dialogue to make sure it flows OK (and yes sometimes I do the accents, though not very well, heh). I try to visualize the characters saying it while vocalizing. The looks on their faces, their mannerisms. (I uh, don't do this for the sex scenes though... The vocalizing part anyway)

Use my own personal religious trauma as a jumping off point to really get into the characters' heads (haha) (*cries in ex-catholic*)

Also, if you haven't already, read the original novel! (Please do this even if you don't write fic, you will get SO much more out of the show by reading the book. Plus, you know. The book is fucking brilliant.)

Maybe my followers have some more advice too?

[snexy-the-snail]

I feel so nervous for asking this, but here I go.

Could you do some Ho/rror P.ico x BGF/riend noms?

Both come from horror mods of F/N/F. I like to think that BGF/riend is the only one that doesn’t fear Ho/rror P.ico

If you have any questions about these characters, you can DM me!

Body horror mentioned!!

The streets are empty and eerily silent though they had been like that since. Well, everything had happened. The air was thick with a weird tension, a lingering unease in the atmosphere. It seemed to be everywhere now. Their hand twitches, the other side absent mindedly reaching over to hold the dropping flesh. Was it him- or her? They always got those wires crossed. Still distant, distorted music plays through the fog distracting them from the technicalities. Remnants of a haunted melody carried by the wind. It was distressing but the familiarity pulsed through their veins. They knew this someone! Did they- he knew, she knew so they had to have known as well.  

A figure stood there, blood oozing from their jaws, his jaw- this was not like them, it was a singular person. They stood in the middle, a boom box echoing a distorted tune. He didn’t look to comfortable, one of his eyes a milky blank color, the other black with white staring back at them as they approached. He didn’t have his gun, a gun? Did he have a gun usually...past memories swirling around like a whirlpool before they decided he did at times. His fiery red hair was still there.  

They watch how his lips curl into a smirk, the air fogging with his slow breaths. They don’t flinch when he takes a step, their hands dropping to their sides. A step was a step, a small delighted feel from one of the half- BF maybe?  

But BGFriend doesn’t flinch. They stand there, watching Pico- yes! Pico with curiosity. It couldn’t be comfortable; they weren’t exactly comfortable either. Maybe they could make it more comfortable for their friend- ex- what was Pico to them?  

Pico’s grin just widens, blood still oozing from his mouth, like an endless stream. He lunges forward in a blur of motion, seeming fixated on the GF side. Annoyance and surprise washed through them, instead BF’s hand comes to great his own fist, the hold careful.  

Distorted taunts warble through Pico, the noise grating and low. Though noises such as that were familiar now, BGfriend responding in the same, a haunting melody of two voices mashed into one sounding. Reassuring, soothing. Theres a tingling that runs through their body, ah! GF, that was part of her powers, their powers now. Pico responds with a shaky panicking shrieking noise, BGfriend quick to assure him with soft reassurances until he was still. Even when he started to lose height rapidly, dangling from their hand.  

What is more comfortable than within them? Soft and warm, away from the odd feeling of the outside. Rapidly distorted noises echoed from the small body of Pico, which they were quick to assure, BF’s hand cupping more around him, bringing him closer. Light rubbing from a thumb seems to soothe the small form of their...Friend, yes, friend. Once they were sure he was calm, they were quick to slip him inside their mouth. The metallic tang of copper filled their mouth.  

It wasn’t pleasant, nor was the rapid movement but surely he would calm once settled. Annoyance pushed through their emotions, which they were quick to focus on the warm feeling of acceptance.  

Not wanting to provoke much more kicking they swallow thickly. Loose flesh giving quickly the lump traveling until it disappeared deep inside their core to their stomach. Unsure and rapid disagreement sounded form their middle. Understandable it was a rather odd move, but memories and feelings assured them that Pico would be fine, safe even. 

They lower their voice, assuring Pico that he was safe, cared for. To just rest. Soon the fluttering dies down, the normal aches and pains washing over their body instead. Out of what they had seen within this hell scape Pico wasn’t too abnormal, if anything the familiarity settled like a nice warm blanket over them.  

The fluttery feeling as the warm body settled inside causes a pleased sigh to escape the, their hands settling over their middle. Oh! Both, they both liked this. That was...oddly pleasing to know.  

[redclown19]

[good-morzan-inheritance-cycle]

Very bad rendition of ‘good’ Morzan!

Either he’s talking to Eragon or trying to smile through the trauma idk.

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve done a portrait or drawn a dude. I did my best. (Not really)

(Men with long hair supremacy)

[prowerprojects]

Umm, any domestic hcs you got for the duo? (Since it seems Sonic bunks in sometimes) Or a camping adventure, to witness some yearly or a phenomenon that happens rarely in one's life time?

Thank you so much for the prompt! Oooh domestic headcanons, domestic headcanons... OK!

🌻 Tails has a room specifically for Sonic at his workshop (several workshops, actually, the bigger ones), but Sonic adamantly refuses to call it his room, and instead calls it "the Guest room". He doesn't personalize it at all, and even prefers to sleep on the couch in the living room... area, than the bed in "his" room.

🌻 Sonic is not that great at cooking at home, he's not especially bad or anything, he just doesn't get a lot of practice. He's much better with campfire style-meals. Usually when he stays over somewhere where there's a stove, there's also a person who can use it, so he never bothered to learn.

🌻 However, he did end up learning how to cook just one breakfast-style food for when he stays over (or comes over early) at Tails's, specifically so he could surprise his little bro with a breakfast in bed.

🌻 When they had just met, Tails was used to roughing it, and could fall asleep basically anywhere. (And also wouldn't complain about anything because he still wasn't as certain in his relationship with Sonic and didn't want to give Sonic a reason to leave him behind) Nowadays he's kind of gotten used to living in a house and everything, and had softened up, and he doesn't enjoy camping out too much. He's a little embarrassed by it, but Sonic secretly loves knowing that Tails is living well and in comfort.

🌻 Tails loves playing video games, but Sonic doesn't (there's probably a couple that he actually enjoys, but most of them are kinda meh to him), plus he's not very good at them. He only ever plays with Tails and he always chooses to be player 2.

🌻 Tails takes special attention in combing his tails, this is important. He started doing that back in the early days, back when he was first getting used to going by Tails and being proud of them. When he first let Sonic comb them, it was a huge deal. Because they were doing it before going to sleep, nowadays, if Sonic brushes Tails while telling a story, Tails ends up falling asleep, kind of on a reflex, haha.

🌻 Both of them get nightmares, though Sonic doesn't usually remember his. Sometimes he goes to check on Tails to make himself feel better, he doesn't really know why he's doing it.

🌻 Tails actually isn't the kind of person who would directly ask to sleep in his brother's bed after a nightmare, no matter how cute the idea might seem (he's usually reserved/insecure about his weaknesses and often has trouble articulating his issues), but he does feel better when they do sleep next to each other. It both makes him feel safe and/or reminds him that Sonic is ok (depending on what the nightmare was)

🌻 Tails has a very specific place for everything in his lab/room/house, but he only puts things in their proper places when he actually cleans the place, which is around once a couple of months. In about a week it all becomes a chaotic mess again until the next time. He tries to be better about this in the lab, because it's dangerous, but the results are questionable. Sonic is somehow able to navigate through it as well as Tails himself.

[guppygiggles]

skitching with the red string of fate ♥️

🔞 No minor interaction, please. 🔞

[freakoutgirl]

The Nervous System

Nervous System. Illustration by Leveille for Wonders of the Human Body by A Le Pileur (1871). // The Nervous System. Illustration for The Body and Health: Grade Six edited by Ruby Simpson and Elizabeth Smith (1936).

[In the womb we watch our eyelids. This is enough] lines 1-6. By Rosalie Moffett from her collection Nervous System (2019).

Flight (Nerves). By Kate Klingbeil as a part of the Nervous System series (2023). // A purkinje neuron from the human cerebellum. Santiago Ramon y Cajal (1899).

Nervous system of Harriet Cole. Dr. R. B. Weaver (1898) // Illustration from Modern Biology by Truman J. Moon, Paul B. Mann, and James H. Otto (1947).

[After great pain a formal feeling comes] line 2. Emily Dickinson (ca. 1862).

Nervous system of the human body. Attributed to Gaspar Becerra from the book De humani corporis fabrica libri septem by Andreas Vesalius (ca. 1556). // Illustration from Tashrih-i Mansur-I [Mansur's Anatomy] by Mansur ibn Muhammad ibn Ahmad ibn Yusuf ibn Ilyas (ca. 1390).

Illustration from Use Your Brain written by Paul Showers and illustrated by Rosalind Fry (1971). // Nervous System. Jean-Michel Basquiat (1982).

[naavispider]

What if Spider got alcohol poisoning? In a scenario Spider had one too many drinks, he feels nauseous and ends up vomiting all over his na'vi outfit. (Takes place inside the RDA ship) Quaritch getting paranoid and immediately scooping up his boy and changing him into a pair of human clothes. Spider is too drunk to walk, communicate or comprehend anything. MAKE THIS INTO A FLUFF! FLUFFY FLUFF!

(I recently got alcohol poising and it wasn't fun. Uncontrollable vomiting and ish!!! Immediately regretted, cried and prayed to God lmao)

Oh boy!

Spider slurred his words so much that even he wasn't sure what he'd just tried to say. He was on all fours, crawling towards the toilet. This sucked. His head was spinning, bile burned his throat, and panic clawed its way around his insides.

Quaritch watched on from the doorway, his expression pinched. He had no idea how this had even happened - Spider got drunk one evening yes, but he'd thought that was the end of it. He didn't think Spider would try again. The kid had snuck off and procured who knew how much alcohol from who knew where - he was tenacious.

He was paying for it now. Quaritch winced as Spider retched over the toilet, and the sounds of splashing filled the room. Great, the kid had missed. Sick was all down his chest, dripping onto his belt and loincloth. Jesus. He waited until the kid stopped heaving, then crossed the bathroom to pick Spider up - carefully avoiding getting himself covered in sick too. "It's okay, kid," he sighed, rubbing Spider's back.

Spider groaned in his arms. "Whass' rong w'me?" he slurred, bringing a clammy hand up to his forehead.

Quaritch rolled his eyes as he carried his son to one of the spare bunk rooms on the ship. He pressed the button on his communicator to tell Lyle to bring them a spare pair of clothes from Quaritch's pack.

"S'not funny..." Spider groaned again, and Quaritch felt the boy convulse in another retch. He quickly adjusted his hold on him so that Spider could vomit over the side if he needed. However, nothing more came up.

"I'm not laughing, kid."

Spider looked terrible. He'd obviously overdone it big time. If Quaritch had to guess, he'd say a simple case of alcohol poisoning. He'd have to sit with Spider till morning - there was no way he could risk falling asleep outside with his mask on, and even inside the ship the kid was in imminent danger of choking on his own vomit.

Spider whimpered in his arms, and Quaritch noticed the feel of the kid's skin had turned cold and sweaty. "Shh, it's okay," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Spider's head, knowing the kid would have zero memory of this in the morning. A whine escaped Spider's mouth.

They got to the room, and Quaritch laid Spider down gently on one of the lower bunks. A moment later, Wainfleet arrived with a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt for Spider. Quaritch muttered his thanks, and Wainfleet disappeared without lingering. Quaritch knew Lyle would have stayed, if he had asked him, but also recognised that Lyle was letting him have this moment privately with his incapacitated son. He didn't need witnesses.

Quaritch picked up a hand towel from the bathroom attached to the room, and wet it under the sink. "I'm just wiping away your sick," he told Spider, even though the kid was totally beyond understanding. He pressed the cloth over Spider's mouth, neck and chest, removing the worst of it. Spider's eyes occasionally fluttered open, but for the most part he was passed out.

Quaritch unfolded the shirt Lyle had brought - dark navy and at least 3 sizes too big for Spider, with a Spiderman image on the front. He had to hand it to Janine. The woman had some genius ideas.

He gently pulled it over Spider's head and pulled his weak arms through the holes. Now he turned his attention to the sweatpants. Hm. He didn't want to invade Spider's privacy, but his Na'vi attire was also wet with sick. He methodically worked Spider's legs into the pants and only untied the loincloth once he was fully covered. Jesus. Quaritch deserved dad of the year award.

He grabbed a cup from the shelf above the sink and filled it with tap water. "Son, can you drink this?" he pressed the cup against Spider's lips. Spider's eyes opened minutely. His pupils found Quaritch, and his mouth pulled into the tiniest smile. Quaritch seized the opportunity and tipped a few drops of water onto Spider's tongue. "Swallow that down..." he encouraged, one hand on the back of Spider's head. "There you go..."

"Dn't... leave..." the boy slurred, unexpectedly appearing to come out of his haze for a moment.

Quaritch stared at his son.

Shock rippled through him at Spider's plea. It was obviously the alcohol talking. But the fact remained - Spider in this vulnerable state felt safe with Quaritch.

Safe.

Could Spider know that Quaritch would stay with him as long as he needed? Could he know that he'd already accepted having to spend the night in this tiny human sized room just to watch over him?

How could Quaritch plan on leaving him? His job was to protect. "Never." He said slowly, fixed on Spider's now closed eyes. He rolled the kid onto his side, pulled a blanket over his shoulders and ran his hand down Spider's arm, leaning over him and whispering, "I'm here..."