#*crawls back into the void*

[flamingredanon]

Had a freaky dream so I wrote a fic about said dream.

CW for possible unreality and Reginald keeping a secret about what happened to Wilford.

[radicalredrasp]

Does anybody want to converse on the world building and logistical structure of elemental? no? just me? that's alright,

[pigin-is-so-rad]

Death and time loops

[cute-catt]

so, that april fools minisode, huh?

unedited ver below bc i spent wayy too long on this to not include it

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

i’m in like. so much pain right now it’s getting physical.

[savage-rhi]

My legs and arms hurt from the climbing I did to get some of these views, but it's well worth it.

[smol-stardust]

Fem! Skk AU with Mechanic Chuuya who runs her own shop and is a badass motorcycle racer in her small town. and Dazai is a van-life girly and is travelling through Chuuya's town in search of death or the meaning of life, whichever she finds first. Dazai's van breaks down and Chuuya fixes it for her, and Dazai definitely wasn’t watching intently every time Chuuya’s muscles flexes as she worked on the van. Over the next few weeks Dazai's van mysteriously keeps breaking down until Chuuya finds a nail very deliberately stabbed into Dazai's tires and is like... hmmm

[flamingredanon]

*peeks my head out from the void with just random Henry thoughts*

Why do the Toppats need a base in the frozen Canada tundras and what do they even do there? Maybe like a liaison for Wallace or Smith on their Wall adventure?

If there are creatures like Frosty, aliens and magical or chaotic people at the Wall, could that mean there could be a branch of the CCC that specifically goes after chaotic creatures?

Dmitri and Misha fusing. Sillier thought but just them fusing in their old age and finding love all over again.

Also why does the Wall have a small spacecraft at the ready, unless they somehow knew about the Toppats' Space Station plan and wanted to possibly capitalize on an alliance or something.

And not Wall related but a silly thought of Reginald and Ellie figuring out that Henry and Right have vision problems and having to drag the two to an eye doctor so they can stop struggling to see.

[here-2suffer]

Hate to break it to you, but exploding people is actually murder, which is a crime, a felony even 😔 so I must take your family-

*closes pizza box and runs off with it.*

Hallo!👋

🫵💥💥💥💥

Howdy 🤠

*picks you up*

[ahollowgrave]

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thank you to everyone who left a nice comment or DM'd me or whatever yesterday I didn't reply because I get very embarrassed when people show me compassion when I very clearly need it. But I read each one and saved them for next time and I am blowing you kisses and avoiding eye contact, you understand. depression is a known liar and you can't trust her. she is very convincing, however, and so when it gets to you please know I am there holding your hand.

[ask-the-snek-man]

“Because that always works…”

[cursedcupcakemaster]

Anyone else feeling weighed down by everything?

Im sometimes starting to feel like i can't help anyone, I can't do much in terms of writing...I can't even shut my brain off for five minutes without turning my head and seeing a new problem

It's depressing and it makes me sad

I might delete my blogs and start a new one...don't know yet

Have a good day cupcakes

[creatingmonsters]

Bwark bwark!

[themisanthropiclycanthrope]

Following their Ross ex machina rescue and return to England, Thomas Jopson is asked to resume his stalwart care of a struggling Francis Crozier, a task he doesn't hesitate to take on with his typical dedication and devotion.

i'm biting the bullet (with much fear) and starting to post this. updates every sunday (fingers crossed). snippet below

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“Jesus fuck.”

Thomas blinked, nonplussed, his smile faltering. He hadn't known what to expect, turning up unannounced as he had, but Francis Crozier snarling at him like a bear rudely awoken from its slumber was not it. His knuckles were white where he gripped the door, as if preparing to slam it shut in Thomas's face. Thomas quickly tried to find his voice, hoping to prevent that happening.

“Sir–”

“You shouldn't be here, Jopson.”

Thomas ploughed ahead, attempting to explain. “Sir James Ross, sir, he—”

“Interfering bastard!”

“Sir?” The rivulets of rainwater dripping down the back of Thomas's neck didn't chill him half as much as the coldness in Crozier's voice.

“Just go.”

Had Thomas not known him so well, he'd have missed the minute waver in the words, the hint of vulnerability behind the gruff exterior. He had always excelled at following orders, but he was just as adept at ignoring them when it was necessary. He decided to chance his arm.

“Might I at least warm myself by the fire, sir? Just for a few minutes. I've come a long way and I'm soaked to the skin.”

Crozier glared at him, lips pressed into a tight line, jaw clenched tight, eyes unreadable. After a minute, and with a flash of teeth, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the house.

It wasn't exactly an invitation, but he had left the door open which Thomas took as acquiescence.

[badgertablet]

whaddup

[flamingredanon]

*falls from the void*

Got two fics for you all on this Friday night. (Technically one fic was already posted but I forgot to mention it earlier)

This first fic was based on that idea that Henry is part of Terrence's soul split apart, but it shows how Terrence got to that point of splitting his soul off.

The second fic is just a fluffy fic of Lex looking for Wolf one late night and finding out that a few other people are looking for their own lovers, featuring @bluetorchsky 's Violin and Accordion, @capturecharlesau 's Benz and a brief showing of @00lari00 's Pollo