#AND I FEEL LOVE IN THIS TUMBLR TONITE

[thegoldencontracts]

Rec-list!

This is a little compilation of all the twisted wonderland works I personally recommend. Feel free to DM me, or comment anything you think should be added. If you're on this list and I haven't commented on your fic, I'm so sorry! I hope my words of praise here can somewhat make up for it.

Bold Fics/Creators are/make X Reader!

Italicized ones are ones I find underrated, so I highly recommend checking them out!

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Kisses - by @thehollowwriter, a fluffy OC X Azul fic that made me sqeee aghhh it's so cute <3

Azul, Idia, and Riddle With A Flirty Reader - by @etheries1015, tooth-rottingly fluffy tsundere!twst xreader, I love it sm. Ft. Azul, Riddle, Idia

Ashes - by @thehollowwriter, Azul angst and it BROKE my heart, trust me it's painful in the best way.

Untitled Azujami Drabble - by @poisoned-pearls, and though they're popular probably I still think this awesome little fluffy masterpiece is criminally underrated aghhhhh

Ace, Leona, Azul, and Jamil With A Talented Baker - by @atierrorian, super fluffy and I absolutely adored it.

Group Hug - by @whats-it-mean, Ace, Floyd, Jade, and Azul all in a group hug with the reader, it's such a funny premise and yet so well done.

Arms Tonite - by @thesunshineriptide, I honestly believe it is the gold standard for hurt/comfort fics, it's absolutely amazing and honestly one of the best twst fics I've ever read.

Please Don't Leave - by @just-patchy; octatrio poly (no twincest) hurt/comfort, it is so good, don't listen to the a/n saying the writing's bad trust mee.

Azul + Anniversary - @cloudcountry; azul x reader and it's so cute ashdhfdhsfkdlj I'm dyinggg

Coin-Flip - @pomefioredove; this one was so cuteeee azul x reader, it was so fun seeing him get all flusteredd fhjdfkjh

Ao3:

and who'll love me if i'm not the top of my school - by @idia-shroud-is-tmasc/shatteredcoll on ao3; heart-wrenching riddle angst fic in the absolutely best way. If you're a riddle fan, seriously I recommend checking it out.

Of Rosy Snapshots and Deep Dives - by bedtime_at_four_am on ao3; I may be biased but honestly I love all their works, seriously recommend reading it's such a good azurido fic and even if you don't like the pairing you'll find it hilarious.

Rock and a Hard Place - by @thateldribitch/ThatEldriBitch on ao3, it's such a short but sweet fic and honestly I've reread it so many times I've probably ended up skewing the stats HELP-

Fungi Makes A Fun Guy - by Foxyexy on ao3. Azul x Jade and It's sooo cute aghjfdjdk I'm dying I'm deadd-

Business Soulmates - by Mell(MelMystery) on ao3. Platonic octatrio; It's so perfect imo, and one of the few twins meeting azul fics i like.

Indebted - by Midnight_Archives on ao3. So cute, and it's SO underrated, especially compared to other Jamiazu longfics.

Misc. (Follow Recommendations):

@malletsum - hilarious tweets and banger malleus + twst takes imo

@dailytwsttweets - Absolutely fucking hilarious every tweet of theirs is a banger imo, never forgetting "yaoi pills"

@thehollowwriter - banger takes and a bunch of good fics!

@poisoned-pearls - SO MUCH GOOD JAMIAZU STUFF it's actually insanee

@skyephobic - Banger art absolutely EDIBLE imo

@traumxrei-archive - Everyone probably knows them but they write SO MUCH good flustered Azul content it's insaneeee

@luciferzstar - Underrated Azul artist imo, lots of great memes <3

@pomefioredove - Great fic writer imo SHJFDJHKFKJFDS

@jovieinramshackle - Great artist for Azul content, I love their ocs <3

[libroseitm]

I like to make playlists, songs greatly affect my mood. To boost my mood, I've made an OFMD renewal campaign playlist. You can find it here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2KgpchQShoeDadWnNlA48k?si=66ff2700c2a44036

Tell me if it doesn't work, I'm technologoically impaired. I'm sharing my absolutley insane and random taste in music, don't judge, just vibe.

Also, despite my best efforts, my music taste is still embarrassingly white. I would LOVE some more songs to add from BIPOC artists if you've got a minute! Send them to me with why you think it links to ofmd/the campaign.

Each song is there for a reason. If you're interested, see the reasons below.

.Every Day - Buddy Holly - Every day we're getting closer to that renewal!

.No Matter what - Boyzone - It's a very gay song for a very gay show

.Don't stop me now - Queen - We won't stop till we get season 3

.I love my Baby - Nina Simone - ofmd season 2 soundtrack, Ed and Stede about each other

.Teenagers - MCR - Us in the first week of the campaign. "teenagers fans scare the living shit out of me"

.We like to Party - vengaboys - Well, we do! Us every day.

.Arms tonite - Mother Mother TW: mention of suicide - BIG Ed season 2 energy

.Finale - AJR - "Don't you go, we need you here", "We can't wait to see what you do next" Us to OFMD and DJ

.Comedy - Bo Burnham - Us making memes. I think about this song every time somebody interacts with my astrglide meme lol

.Bad Guy - Billie Eilish - I'll expplain this with a quote from tangled. This is us talking when ofmd got cancelled: "You want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Now I'm the bad guy."

.The Weekend - Bluey - Ed Teach in the forest talking to the rabbit

.Survivor - Destiny's Child - We are survivors. We won't give up! Also us + DJ to max

.A little Respect - Erasure - Us + DJ want a little respect from max.

.I heard it through the grapevine - Marvin Gaye - Us looking through Tumblr and Twitter in the morning getting up to speed

.Every body - Backstreet boys - OFMD is back, alright! Also us last week on hbo's posts "Oh my god we're back again"

.I want you back - The Jackson 5 - We want OFMD back

.Come together - The beatles - We're coming together to get our damn show back!

.Cry Me a River - Michael Buble - Us + DJ to Casey and Max. I chose this version specifically because I feel it's the most dramatic.

.I want to break Free - Queen - DJ to max. We're breaking free from them, yay!

.Run the World - Beyonce - Zheng Yi Sao to literally everyone

.You're welcome - Dwayne Johnson - sarcastically us to max. Earnestly us to DJ, the cast and the crew

.Mickey - Lolly - Ed to Stede. No it's not the other way around, I don't make the rules.

.Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys - Seeing everyone letting each other know we can take breaks and to look after ourselves

.Hoist the Colours - Hans Zimmer - Hoist the Ads!

.Walk - Foo Fighters - Stede about being a Pirate, learning to enjoy life, and finding his identity as a gay man

[k4t-11]

rant underneath cut please keep yourself safe

me scroling through tumblr looking for someonr to intersct eith chasing any amount of warmth or sense of companionship or comfort because ive been spirsling the last few hours snd idk how much longer i can genuinely take this. like

i want to cry so fucking bad but i csnt because i learned how to surpress my emotions when i was 8 and i never learned how to get them back

i feel like im slowly drifting away from everyone i know and love and its all my fsult because if i just learnt to be more compassionate or more friendly or just Better.

i think im slowly losing a grip on myself and im slowly slipping into the familisr mould which is symptoms of clinical depressjon. im just kind of existing rn and i cant remember half of what happened today because i was dissociating on my phone for 80% of the day today

i think ill be up all night tonite because of The Thoughts™ (/neg) if i make it through (not sure!!! (/srs) haha 😇😇) because my heart is so heavy rn. everyone who reads this snd everyone who doesnt i hope you hsve a great day snyd a great life ill be going to sleep now

rant over! ^_^

[madas-ahatters-world]

Tag people to get to know them better!

Let’s play! Thanks to @bitbybitwrites for the tag 💕

Favorite Color - My favorite color is green, or emerald green to be more specific. It’s my birthstone (I’m a May baby). But for clothes, my go to color is black or blue…or gray.

Song stuck in my head - Right now, anything from my favorite band Yellowcard (for reasons 😉) not to mention I’m seeing them twice this year! So their music is basically on repeat.

Last song I listened to - Get It On Tonite by Montell Jordan (Paused the Yellowcard for a min for some 90’s R&B feels ��)

Three favorite foods - This is a hard one because I love food so much. That is seriously the way to my ❤️. I hate to cook (although I’m pretty good at it), but I prefer to be cooked for. So, with that said, here are three of my faves: Street Tacos, Elote, Posole. Mexican food in general is my comfort food, but I’m also a sucker for Italian (love a good pasta) steak, anything grilled…so many more. I’m serious, I love food. Don’t get me started on junk food. 😅

Last thing I googled - WGU.edu … An opportunity came up like 2 days ago, to get paid to go back to school for a second Master’s Degree. It’s really a great opportunity, my husband is the only one that knows, (and now Tumblr)…so, I’ve been doing my research on programs.

I’m very conflicted about this because if I do this, it could really be life changing in a really great way for myself and my family, going down a path I really didn’t think would be possible. But then, apart of me is like, life is good right now. I like my job (most days 😂) and get to travel, hang out with my friends, my husband’s supportive, and I can just be. And I think, do I really wanna disrupt that? And do I really wanna put myself through another year of school and research papers? I’d rather be writing Klaine FanFiction! 😁

That’s way more than what the question asked for 😅, but there ya go! I have until the end of this month to make a decision. It’s a great opportunity with a lot of future benefits….idk we’ll see!!

Dream Trip - Alaska Cruise or Trip to UK and Ireland

Tagging (but no obligation whatsoever)…sorry for any duplicate tags! @kirakiwiwrites @quizasvivamos @blaintism @hkvoyage

[starlit-roses-ships]

I posted 801 times in 2022

That's 126 more posts than 2021!

54 posts created (7%)

747 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

futurewife

prisma-the-spooktacular

daincrediblegg

comfort-character-central

tonite-we-crushin

I tagged 801 of my posts in 2022

#f/o imagines - 310 posts

#relatable - 169 posts

#reminders - 141 posts

#imagine tag: soft stuff - 113 posts

#💛🐍 - 72 posts

#imagine tag: comfort - 61 posts

#positivity - 58 posts

#imagine tag: kisses - 54 posts

#imagine tag: touch - 52 posts

#self ship positivity - 51 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#not me imagining my s/i and majima going out on a karaoke date given that is an actual minigame in the game series… definitely not me….👀

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Here is your friendly reminder that you will always be loved by your f/os regardless if you believe you fit into their “type” or are not like the love interests they might have in canon.

Your unique combination of experiences, traits, and skills will always have inherent value, and your f/os recognize that! They love you because you are the way you are.

There is something about you that is unique to YOU and ONLY YOU. Trust that your f/os see it.

427 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#4

Imagining your f/o hugging you tightly while gently caressing your hair and reassuring you by telling you things like “I’m here,” and “I’ve got you,” whenever you’re going through a really tough time is self care

465 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#3

when you're fixated on more than one f/o at the same time and it's just like

717 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#2

i love when characters that you didn’t expect to become an f/o end up becoming one. like your just chillin’, enjoying a piece of media, and then somehow this character sneaks into your headspace like a damn sleeper agent and before you know it you suddenly want to shower them in copious amounts of love and affection. wild.

789 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

y’all ever have f/os that have gone through some shit™️ and as a result you want to give them infinite amounts of love and support and not in an “I want to fix you” way but rather an “I want you to heal and be happy and feel loved” kinda way

1,191 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

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[humanperryfic]

AHHH I HAVE ONE!!!

(ok it’s human perry/perryshmirtz, but still)

uhhh song list under cut because there's 120 songs in here

Ghengis Khan (Miike Snow)

Kiss with a Fist (Florence + The Machine)

You Snuck Your Way Right Into My Heart

Wrecking Ball (Mother Mother)

Toxic (Britney Spears)

Dazed and Confused (Ruel)

Good in Bed (Dua Lipa)

I Can’t Help Falling in Love With You (UB40)

Take Me to Church (I WANT THIS VERSION THOUGH SPOTIFY PLEASE)

Whatever it Takes (Imagine Dragons...I know)

How to Save a Life (The Fray)

Queer as in Fuck You (Dog Park Dissidents)

No Time to Die (Billie Eilish)

Boys Don’t Cry (The Cure)

Almost Human (Aurelio Voltaire)

I Got a Thing for You (Stan Bush)

I Still Adore You (The Oozes)

Nemeses (Jonathan Coulton)

Bleed Like Me (Garbage)

Break My Face (AJR)

Nobody Loves You Like Me (Jonathan Coulton)

Silent Shout (The Knife)

Arms Tonite (Mother Mother)

Feelings Are Fatal (mxmtoon)

I Don’t Hate My Body I’m Just Afraid of It (Mallrat)

Would You Be So Kind (dodie)

Something Just Like This (The Chainsmokers)

Silence (Marshmello)

Secrets (OneRepublic)

Happier (Marshmello)

I'd Rather Be Me (With You) (Steven Universe)

Angel With A Shotgun (The Cab...if this isn't on your enemies-to-lovers ship playlist then do you even have an enemies-to-lovers ship playlist?)

Nightmare (Set It Off)

Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've?) (Buzzcocks)

I Knew You Were Trouble (Taylor Swift)

Everything's Magic (Angels & Airwaves)

Hate to Love You (Karmin)

broken (lovelytheband)

Broken Pieces (Andy Black)

Chemicals React - Remix (Aly & AJ)

If I Killed Someone For You (Alec Benjamin)

Battlefield (Jordin Sparks)

bad guy (Billie Eilish)

Stupid for You (Waterparks)

Must Have Done Something Right (Relient K...there's an AMV somewhere on tumblr of this)

Problems (Mother Mother)

good 4 u (Olivia Rodrigo)

Skin (Sabrina Carpenter)

May I Have This Dance (Francis and the Lights)

Doin' Time (Lana Del Rey)

Cigarettes & Feelings (The Haunt)

THATS WHAT I WANT (Lil Nas X)

Stereo Hearts (Gym Class Heroes)

9 to 5 (Dolly Parton)

Drive (Incubus)

Heat Waves (Glass Animals)

The Killing Kind (Marianas Trench)

Still into You (Paramore)

Surface Pressure (Encanto)

Burn (Ellie Goulding)

Daydream/Wetdream/Nightmare (Saint Motel)

Treat You Better (Shawn Mendes)

Cracked (Pentatonix)

Cheerleader (OMI)

Airplanes (B.o.Bo, Hayley Williams)

I Hate Myself for Loving You (Joan Jett & the Blackhearts)

The Jazz Police (Gordon Goodwin's Big Phat Band)

Resin (Dustin Tebbutt)

MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) (Lil Nas X)

Love & War (Yellow Claw)

spy? (WHOKILLEDXIX)

Bad Reputation (Joan Jett & the Blackhearts)

Hayloft II (Mother Mother)

Hey Baby (Auburn University Marching Band)

Helpless (Hamilton)

Poisoning Pigeons in the Park (Tom Lehrer)

The Masochism Tango (Tom Lehrer)

The Science Love Song (AsapSCIENCE)

Blood In The Cut (K.Flay)

Body Language (Carly Rae Jepsen)

Hope Less Romantic (Make Out Monday)

Summer Nights (Grease)

Revolver (Zach Villa)

Scars (Papa Roach)

I Deserve to Bleed (Sushi Soucy)

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (Set It Off)

Lips Are Movin (Meghan Trainor)

Killer In The Mirror (Set It Off)

Who I'd Be (Shrek the Musical)

Nobody Like U (Turning Red)

Turn To Stone (Ingrid Michaelson)

Define Dancing (Wall-E)

B Team (Marianas Trench)

I Wanna Get Better (ATC, The Ready Set) (there's another version but this one is better)

History Maker (DEAN FUJIOKA)

Seasons of Love (Rent)

reckless driving (Lizzy McAlpine, Ben Kessler) (it's giving drusselstien driving test)

Between Two Worlds (HammerFall)

Monster (Beth Crowley)

ノンフィクション (Ken Hirai)

Fuck You (Lily Allen)

Shut Up and Dance (WALK THE MOON)

What Is This Feeling (Wicked)

What Makes You Beautiful (One Direction...shut up)

Control (Halsey)

Killer (The Ready Set)

Turning Tables (Adele)

Cbat (Hudson Mohawke...you know doof would play this)

I'm Not Ok (Weathers)

Icarus (Bastille)

You'd Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out To Get You) (Waterparks)

Summer of Love (Kids In America)

Sleepless (CAZZETTE, The High)

Me And My Broken Heart (Rixton)

More Than Words (Extreme)

Bills (LunchMoney Lewis)

Hero (Faouzia)

The Villain I Appear to Be (Connor Spiotto, Molly Pease)

Against the Kitchen Floor (Will Wood)

Graveyard (Halsey)

trying to make a Perryshmirtz playlist. Need ideas for songs.

Please Help. Already have

I Knew You Were Trouble.

American Beauty/American Psycho

Disgusting

Love Like You

My Blood

Super Psycho Love

I Hate You, I Love You

Hot N Cold

Flares

Docter

I'm Coming After You

I Do Adore

Must Have Done Something Right

Genghis Khan

A Musical

There! Right There!

JUST LOOK MY WAY

Nemeses

Can I Have This Dance

When We Didn't Get Along

Also unrelated but I originally the P in Perryshmirtz wasn't capitalized. Grammarly is so fucking used to hearing about Perryshmirtz it just fucking tells me "Oh yeah, you didnt capitalize the ship name to the gay secret agent and bisexual "evil" scientist. Might wanna change that. lmao."

what is my life

[cosmictequila]

love is stored in the tumblr mutual to best friend pipeline

[eggbagelz]

What do stars do best?

[lanshappycorner]

Tw // ren ozawa

So I have been scrolling mindlessly thru my dash and tags and stuff and I really didnt want to bring up Ren again but I really feel the need to say it bc I'm not seeing it enough on here...

I mentioned very lightly abt kazunari this morning in my tags abt this matter, but I feel like people are forgetting that this...doesnt actually have to do with a3? I know hes Kazus VA but this has nothing to do with it. It's not an a3 scandal, it's Ren's personal scandal. Kazunari is not real, but the victim is, so telling ppl "kazunari would never do this" or "kazunari isnt ren, so dont hate on him" is kinda...ignorant? Please pay attention to the actual victim, do not make this abt a3 please, thank you

Tw // ren ozawa

[thesasisreal]

[look-ma-im-on-tv]

i reached the tag limit

Black

Prompts: After POF, Roman takes over the abandoned color black. He becomes the hated side that Virgil used to be. By most, anyway. Janus and Virgil are concered. Patton chooses to ignore it. Romans room is really cold? and boy is he touch starved - anon

(Sanders sides Prompt) Any one of the sides is touch starved. fluff. (You dont have to do this just thought I might ask) - anon

Hello there!! I just wanna say that I love your work and I think you’re such a talented writer. Idk if this is a weird ask but would you consider writing Roman angst with the song “it’s OK I wouldn’t remember me either” by crywank as like inspiration? Thank you so much <3 -anon

buckel up babes this one's a doozy

Read on Ao3

Warnings: implied/reference self-harm by way of self-negligence, pretty intense self-hatred and neglect that could verge on suicidal, but NO ONE DIES, everyone's fine at the end, we don't break shit and not fix it in my house

Pairings: it is platonic found family hours

Word Count: 5697

Do you know what no one ever tells you about the color black?

It’s seamless.

There are no cracks, no tears, no imperfections, because everything’s so dark you can’t tell what’s a trick of the light and what isn’t. Everything blends together. At first, second, even third glance, it’s perfect. Pristine, even. It hides absolutely everything. It’s intimidating, honestly, that level of deception. The way it can make anything look like it’s meant to be there, as if to live the colorless and lightless life is all it was ever destined for.

Darkness has always found a way of feeling like home, even to the ones who are afraid of it.

You either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

Roman hadn’t wanted to go to the wedding. He didn’t want to go, but it’s what Patton wanted. It’s what Thomas would’ve wanted. If Roman hadn’t been so loud. But it hurt, it did, when they said that they shouldn’t go to the callback because there was such a slim likelihood of Thomas winning. Because Roman couldn’t win. But Roman wasn’t supposed to be the villain and do something bad so he sent Thomas to the wedding.

Bruises were supposed to be yellow, or green, or purple, not black.

But if he had yellow, green, or purple bruises, he would’ve blamed a yellow, green, or purple Side. And that was bad.

So he hid them, because as he learned, no one was looking for them anyway. Patton cared when he didn’t show up to the video and then he was there and oh, having someone there, even if they only cared a little, was like rainfall in a desert, it was wonderful, Roman would’ve sung if he thought it wouldn’t make everything worse. But Roman was good, so he never complained, and he did his job to the best of his ability.

But what if his job was bad?

But there are two Creativities, a Roman and a Remus. And no one else liked Remus, because Remus was bad and Roman was good. But Remus isn’t bad, he’s just the opposite of Roman. And Roman didn’t want to be Remus because Remus was bad. But Remus isn’t bad.

Creativity isn’t bad.

Bruises aren’t supposed to be black but they can’t be red.

Roman isn’t supposed to be the villain but what else do you call someone who laughs at vulnerability, who scorns people’s earnest attempts to help, who single-handedly ruins someone’s life?

Roman isn’t supposed to be the villain, but bruises aren’t supposed to cover every inch of his skin unless he deserves it.

His skin burns. It crawls and aches and screams and darkens into bruises. His throat aches from the wordless screams and the horrible things he’s said to everyone. He’s been so selfish, he’s tried to make everything go his way, tried to make it about him, not about Thomas, because everything they do is supposed to help Thomas, help Thomas, that’s what they’re supposed to do, they’re supposed to help Thomas, not themselves, why is he doing this, why is he doing this?

Because he’s the villain.

Roman cries.

What else is he supposed to do?

He cries until the tears grow thick, sluggish, oozing out of his eyes until he can’t see anything but them, until his breath grows thick and his chest heavy. He cries until he has to struggle to open his eyes because of how swollen they are, how globulous the tears have become on the ends of his lashes. He cries until his head splits and his chest wails from the pain he isn’t supposed to have but deserves, deserves every little bit. He cries until his body is consumed by the bruises.

His costume is a straightjacket. He needs it off. The white hurts now, it burns his arms and cuffs his wrists. He doesn’t deserve it so he rips it off. Every seam that he ruins is another bruise. The rips are so loud they burrow into some soft part of his brain and live there. The white is still imperfect because it’s on him.

Only when his costume lies in tatters around him, his sash torn off and thrown away, far away, does the white look pure.

He cries himself to sleep with a smile on his face.

Far, far away, a black hoodie is tugged back into the Conscious Mindscape.

When Roman wakes, his head is full of static.

His lungs inflate and collapse on autopilot, driven by the merciless pump of some distant machine, turning the crank to draw air in and out, in and out.

His hands are numb, fingertips rubbed raw and inflamed from tearing relentlessly at fabric. He turns them slowly and it’s like watching himself in a video game.

His face is cold. He paws at his cheeks and feels sticky residue, etched into his skin. His eyes stick slightly when he blinks and he doesn’t know if that’s just his face or if there’s something else.

He is swathed in black fabric, an old threadbare hoodie that has gone years unloved, untouched, unseen. It’s selfishness that makes him tug it closer, feel a faint bubble of pressure on his screaming body.

He should get up, he should go make sure he hasn’t hurt anyone else with his tantrum again, he should apologize.

But…what would be the point?

Like Patton asked, does there come a point when someone keeps apologizing so much that you just have to admit they’re bad?

Roman isn’t good. Has he ever been?

Something interrupts the pleasant numbness and it shoots from his chest to the soft points at the base of his wrists, making his hands tingle. He decides he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t want it. He wants everything to stop.

He’s selfish, they all know that, he’s just going to end up hurting them anyway, so why bother trying to fix it?

Apathy, his tired brain supplies when he lies there, unmoving, on the ground, for hours and hours and hours, unwilling and uncaring to fix things.

But that can’t be right. Roman is here because he cared too much, he did too much, he was too much. How can he now be the epitome of not caring at all?

If only he never cared, if only he wasn’t so attached, if only.

If only he had been Apathy, maybe he wouldn’t have been so hurt.

His pride got him here. His pride, his wants, his his his. He wanted everything and burned down the things that would’ve helped him get there because he couldn’t do it right. He is the villain and villains always have too much pride.

Pride. Apathy.

Prapathy.

Apride.

I’m not Creativity anymore, he thinks to himself as he lies there, still on the floor as his chest aches and his eyes sting and the sticky residue drips down his cheeks onto the bruises. He stares and stares and stares at the wall and a faint part of his mind that exists outside of the static realizes he never did get around to fixing that crack in the baseboard.

Pride, apathy. It doesn’t matter. There’s a much easier word that he can use to describe both of them.

Wrong.

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“I don’t know, Thomas,” Logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t think that’s a valid solution either.”

“But it makes sense,” Virgil protests, shoving his hands into his pockets, “all we have to do is not talk to anybody else—“

“But that will hurt their feelings!”

“But we won’t hurt ourselves.”

Janus and Patton look at each other for a moment before Patton sighs and scratches the back of his head.

“I—I don’t know, this…this feels weird.”

“None of us are happy about this, Padre,” Virgil mutters, “but it’s the best solution we’ve got.”

“Real high bar we’re setting there, isn’t it?”

“Listen, Snake Face, if you’ve got a better idea—“

“Virgil, enough.” Logan shakes his head. “We need to keep thinking.”

“We’ve been at this for an hour, Logan,” Thomas says cautiously, “I don’t know what else you think we’re gonna get to.”

“We’ve already passed the optimal point for productivity, yes.”

“Oh, well, we can’t just give up now!” Patton puts his hands on his hips. “I’m sure if we just keep at it for a little longer—“

“You said that half an hour ago, Patton.”

“And I’ll say it again!”

“Because that’s going to make everything go much easier.”

Thomas sighs as the Sides fall back into bickering. Normally, this wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary—pretty much all they do is argue back and forth—but Logan’s right. They’ve made almost no progress. He finds himself staring at the TV.

Why is he staring at the TV?

He frowns, tilting his head. It’s literally just his TV. Why is he so fixated on it right now? It’s not like it’s gone anywhere, it’s sitting right where it always is. He stares at it most of the day, why is it so weird that he’s looking at it now?

Wait—

“Guys,” he interrupts, still staring at the thing he’s not supposed to be able to see like this, “where’s Roman?”

The room pauses. Then Logan sighs.

“Oh, of course, that’s why we’ve been having such a hard time coming up with solutions, we don’t have Roman.”

At Virgil’s side-eye, he glances around to see similar looks of disbelief on the other’s faces.

“What?”

“Did you…did you just admit we need Roman?”

“He is Creativity, it makes sense that if we are struggling to be creative, he isn’t here.”

“Okay, that makes more sense.” Virgil shakes his head. “Thought you were admitting he was important or something.”

“Please, his head is big enough as it is.”

Janus hides a snort.

“Why didn’t he show up earlier,” Thomas asks, “he’s normally one of the first of you to get here.”

Virgil shrugs. “I dunno, I haven’t seen that much of him lately.”

“Is he…okay?”

“Who the hell knows, he’s Roman.”

“My guess is he’s been in his room,” Logan says, glancing at Roman’s usual spot, “I haven’t seen him either.”

Thomas doesn’t miss the way Janus and Patton glance at each other. “If you two have information now might be the time to share it.”

“Roman…hasn’t come out of his room,” Patton says after a beat, “not since…”

“Wait, he hasn’t come out since the wedding?”

Janus shakes his head. “I’ve barely seen him open his door.”

“That doesn’t…normally happen, does it?”

“No,” Patton says, “and, uh, he doesn’t normally ignore us either.”

“Ignore you?”

“We’ve tried knocking. It doesn’t work.”

“Perhaps Thomas can summon him,” Logan offers, “you have more power than any of us do, he’d have to answer you.”

“Well, here goes nothing. Creativity!”

Someone pops up in front of the TV.

Someone in a white costume with green embellishments and a mustache.

“Remus?”

Remus glares at them, his Morningstar at his side, his costume white, pristine, and light.

“What the fuck have you done with my brother?”

—————————————————————

It’s been weeks.

The fans have accepted Remus as Creativity. They think that the videos are better than ever. They think this was Thomas’s plan from the beginning.

There is one end card where the Sides are watching a movie and some of them spot a dark figure in the corner. Who could this be? Is this the mysterious orange Side everyone has been waiting for? Is this the Side that’s been hurting Thomas so much?

Zoom and enhance. It’s Virgil’s old hoodie. They’re sitting where Remus used to sit. They’re not staring at the screen, they’re looking at the others. What could this mean?

Someone spots the faint outline of a tiny crown perched atop the figure’s head.

And then, well, then it all makes sense.

There was always one Side that messed up everything, that made everything more complicated. There was always one Side that, if you thought about it, you could trace everything back to. There was always one Side that was told he was making the bad choice and yet, never seemed to learn.

They start to put together timelines, evidence, essay-length meta posts on how of course, this is the plan, why didn’t they see it before? Those that had disliked him from the start crow about how they were right, how everyone doubted them but look who’s laughing now. They point out how he’s become a Dark Side, maybe he was always a Dark Side, and how incredible would that storytelling be? To warn against the pressures of society’s expectations, the idea of good versus bad, or authentic versus forced. How of course, they’re wearing Virgil’s old hoodie because they’re the hated Side now. How they’re not looking at the screen because that’s not what they want, they want to be a part of the famILY.

Vitriolic rants. Accusations. Vent fics. The unsympathetic tag is overflowing.

Because who else could the villain be?

—————————————————————

Roman lives in the cold now.

His fireplace isn’t lit anymore. The door to the Imagination doesn’t work anymore. The blankets on his bed aren’t thick enough anymore. He drifts through a haze where only the emergency systems in his brain are online, where only the awareness needed to sleep, breathe, and move the little bits he needs to move are present.

He doesn’t know that there’s nothing behind the red door anymore, that when Janus and Virgil come to knock on it, worried, or when Remus storms through the Imagination and tries to knock it down by force, there’s nothing for them to find.

He doesn’t know that a new door, a black door, leads from his room to the hallway, far away from any of the other rooms. He doesn’t know that it’s so dark back here that no one would be able to tell there was a door if they didn’t put their nose right up against it.

He doesn’t know and he doesn’t care.

A new kind of ache settles in his bones now. Pain is an old friend, but he’s yet to give suffering a proper handshake.

He misses when he could go and ask someone for help.

He misses when Patton would turn to him without any judgment in his eyes, without any ‘well, you know, kiddo—‘, without any ‘let’s start off with—‘, just the soft words of I’m here, I’ll help you. He misses being able to walk up to Patton’s door and knock on it and know that he would be safe on the other side.

Patton would open the door and soften, his mouth curling up into a small smile as he says hey, kiddo, come in. He would sit Roman down on the bed and press a glass of water into his hands. He would rub his back as he drank, taking the empty glass gently and cupping Roman’s face in his hands. He would ask what’s wrong, sweetheart, what can I do? And Roman would say he just wants a hug, he just wants to not be alone for a bit. And Patton would smile and coo about how Roman was always welcome here, sweetheart, I’m right here, I’ll take care of you. And Roman could fall asleep with his head on Patton’s chest and believe that everything was okay.

He misses when he could walk up to Logan and ask for help and he wouldn’t be scoffed at or turned away, he wouldn’t be looked at suspiciously and asked what he really wanted. He misses when Logan could come to him too and just spend time together.

Logan would knock on his door and ask if you have a moment, would you like to walk with me? And Roman would smile and say, of course, he always has time for Logan, and they could go somewhere in the Imagination and just talk. And Logan would say that’s an interesting idea, I wonder if—and they would walk and talk for hours. And Roman could bustle up to Logan’s door and say I’ve just thought of something, and Logan would open his door and be happy to talk with Roman and it would be okay.

Roman curls up tighter and feels nothing.

He wishes he could have something to miss for Virgil. He wishes they could have bonded over their love of Disney, their want to talk about the things they’re interested in, or even the need to just have someone else in the room with them for a bit. He wishes their relationship wasn’t just spitting barbs at each other, each hoping to hit the bullseye first and knock the other one out of the race. He wishes he could’ve done better.

He wishes he could have something to miss for Janus. He wishes they could’ve done this right, that they could’ve bonded over the want to keep Thomas safe but also have him be himself. He wishes that he hadn’t laughed, hadn’t scorned, hadn’t fallen back on his pride to keep himself safe at the expense of Thomas. He wishes that maybe, just maybe, if he had been a better puppet, then he wouldn’t have been dropped so suddenly.

But as it stands now, more than anything he wishes he could hear them when they say the things they say about him because then he could figure out which bruises were theirs and take comfort in knowing that they still touch him in some way.

The bruises are a constant now. From the online hate to the casual remarks from the others to the way that Patton hasn’t even tried to come find him anymore—he can hear that, you know—he can’t turn over without landing on a new smattering of bruises. The hoodie helps to cushion the blow a little bit.

He misses Remus.

Remus was…

…Remus was everything.

Roman misses his other half. Roman misses his brother. Roman misses his Creativity.

When they were small they would curl around each other as if they could fuse if they focused hard enough. They would wrap their arms around each other so tightly that it would be a pleasant ache when they woke, never minding because they were tighter. Remus was always so warm and Roman hoarded every single bit he could get.

Roman was cruel to push his brother away and now he understands how it feels.

He misses Thomas.

He misses when he was allowed to go and see Thomas. When he could talk to Thomas. When his presence was celebrated or at the very least, tolerated. He misses it. He misses helping.

But he’s helping now, by staying away.

He’s cold.

He’s so cold.

—————————————————————

do you remember what it felt like

to be touched?

press of fingertips against shoulders

bump of a forehead against yours

palms meeting and parting a mere second later

in days gone by

do you remember

warm?

humans thrive off physical contact,

we’re not built to hold each other

at arms’ length.

infants will die

if they aren’t held enough.

and I am so

so

cold

—————————————————————

Something is wrong and even Patton can’t ignore it anymore.

The Sides shuffle uneasily in front of the red door until Remus raises his hand to knock against it.

“Roman?”

Silence.

“Roman, please, please, just—just say something.”

Silence.

“Where the fuck are you, Roman?”

“Don’t yell,” Logan mumbles, “you’ll make him think we’re angry at him.”

Remus takes a deep breath.

“We’re not angry, Ro-bro, we’re just—just please make some noise.”

Silence.

“…we’re coming in, Roman.”

But they can’t. Because as Remus turns the knob on the door, it falls forward. The entire door comes off just to reveal—

A blank wall. With no sign that there was ever a room behind it.

Thomas can hear the scream.

—————————————————————

Roman hears the scream and can’t move. But he can close his eyes and reach out and see what’s going on. After all, he hasn’t done anything, so something must be wrong if someone else is screaming.

He feels something in his chest twist and snap.

“Re?”

Across the Mindscape, Remus’s head jerks up.

“Ro,” he breathes, getting to his feet and rushing off down the hall as the others hurry after him, “Ro!”

“Remus, what’s going on?”

“Why isn’t Roman’s room there anymore?”

“Where are you going?”

They barrel into the hallway and smack into a black door. Logan’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s happened.

“Roman’s become a Dark Side,” he says, fingers scrabbling where the door meets the wall, “he’s—he’s really hurt, we have to help—“

“Move, L, I’m gonna break the door down.”

“You’re not gonna do it without me.”

“Roman!”

Roman turns his head to look at the door. Are they…here? The hoodie rasps against his undead skin and he winces. There are still bruises.

“Roman!”

The door shudders its frame. He could open it. He could. He just has to reach out and—

“Ro!”

Remus.

The door unlatches and his brother pours into the room, letting out a wail when he spots Roman in the bed.

Janus hisses as soon as he crosses the threshold, this room is freezing. It feels as if no one’s moved for years inside, as if the heat has been sucked out entirely. His gaze flies to Remus, who’s over on the bed, his hands scrabbling at something in black material.

Roman.

“Oh, little prince,” he whispers, horrified, “no, no, no—“

“We have to get him out,” Logan orders, startling Remus into action as he scoops Roman into his arms, “we have to get him warm. His core temperature is too low.”

“Shower? Bath?”

“No, if we shock his system we could make it worse. Janus, I need your heating pads, Patton, something warm to drink.”

Janus and Patton vanish.

“Virgil, weighted blankets, Remus—“

“I’m here.” As Virgil ducks away as well, Remus helps Logan cradle the limp and freezing form of his brother in their arms as they begin to rush out of that horrible, horrible room. “You thinking bathroom?”

“Get him to Janus’s, that’ll be the safest place.”

“Got it.”

Sure enough, Janus has no objection and sweeps them inside, setting down the heating pads as Patton bustles in with two thermos flasks and a mug. Virgil pops back with thick blankets as they lay the cold form on the ground. Roman’s eyes blink sluggishly as he stares up at Remus.

“...Re?”

“Yeah, Roro, it’s me, I’m right here, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here faster.”

“What’s…wha’s going on?”

“You’re too cold, Roman,” Logan says gently, “we need to get you warmed up.”

“Oh…”

“It will be easier if we take a few of the layers off,” he explains, still careful to keep his voice low and even as the others scurry around, “is that alright?”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to unzip the hoodie.” Logan works slowly, patiently, stopping when any flicker crosses Roman’s face. “That’s it, you’re doing very well, I’m almost done.”

By the time he’s coaxed the hoodie off of Roman’s shoulders, there’s a little bit of color back in his cheeks.

“Very good, Roman, you did well. Virgil’s brought a few warm blankets and Janus has heating pads for you, do you think you can sit up?”

“Don’t know.”

“That’s alright, you’re doing alright.” Logan glances up at Janus.

“Little prince,” Janus murmurs, sitting by Roman’s head, “if you can sit up, I can sit behind you and help warm you up, does that sound alright?”

“Okay.”

“Thank you, sweetie, we’re going to sit you up now.”

Logan and Janus sit Roman up slowly, only to pause when the long sleeves of his shirt fall down.

“Roman,” Logan asks, trying frantically to keep his voice calm, “are you hurt?”

“Mhm.”

He bites back the fearful response and patiently asks where, how bad, can he see?

“Everywhere.” Roman lifts his arms weakly. “’S all bruises.”

“…can we see?”

“Okay.”

Logan’s hands begin to tremble as he works the shirt over Roman’s head. He wasn’t kidding when he said everywhere.

There’s barely an inch of skin that doesn’t look bruised black and blue. Patton stifles a cry as he drops to his knees next to them, looking at Roman like he’s never seen it this bad before.

Oh, Roman, how did they not know? How could he just ignore him like that?

“Get him covered,” comes Virgil’s voice, “he’s still too cold.”

Janus grabs one of the blankets and wraps it carefully around Roman’s form. It should help distribute whatever pressure they apply so it won’t aggravate his injuries too severely. He takes one heating pad and scoots forward, bracketing Roman’s legs with his own and wrapping one pair of arms around him to press the pad to his chest.

“Can you feel that, sweetie,” he asks softly, “is that too warm?”

“No.”

“Good, good, little prince, you’re being very brave.” He turns away to reach for another and so misses the little shudder that goes through Roman. “Do you think you can handle another if I press it to the back of your neck?”

“Mm.”

“Let’s try, little prince, and if it’s too much, I’ll stop.”

“Okay.”

“Here we go, sweetie—“ Janus presses it carefully to the base of Roman’s skull, just at the edge of the blanket— “there, does that feel okay?”

“Mm.”

“Good, sweetie, you’re doing so well, so good for us, that’s it, you relax now.”

Roman starts to tremble.

“That’s alright,” Logan soothes, “you’re warming up, it means you’re going to shiver a little more, you’re alright, Roman, you’re safe. You’re doing well.”

It certainly doesn’t seem that way once Roman’s breath starts to come in gasps. Virgil nudges Patton out of the way and sits, gently calling Roman’s name until his gaze snaps to Virgil’s.

“Hey, Princey,” Virgil says slowly, “you gotta stay with me now, okay? We’re right here, no one’s angry, nothing’s going to hurt you. Just focus on me.”

He ignores the startled noises when Roman starts to cry thick, black tears.

“Eyes on me, Princey, that’s it, stay here. We’re just gonna sit here and breathe for a moment, okay?” Roman nods and Virgil starts to take big, exaggerated breaths. “Good. That’s it, Princey, you focus on me and you breathe. It’s okay. You’re doing great. Just stay here.”

When the viscous black liquid slows, Virgil reaches out and begins to tuck Roman’s hair back. A moment longer and he pauses, noting how the scratch on Roman’s face is covered in the thick black tears.

“Princey, can I clean your face off for you? You’re doing really well at breathing, I’m proud of you. Can I help you with the rest of it?”

“O-okay.”

There’s a bottle of micellar water and a pack of cotton circles pressed into his hands. He moves in slow, careful strokes, changing out the circles as often as he needs to. A pile of them grows beside him as he works, doing his best to get all the black off of Roman’s face. Roman just cries.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Patton murmurs when Roman’s cry gives way to a wail, “it’s okay, you cry all you need to, we’re not going anywhere, it’ll be alright.”

“We have you, sweetie,” Janus says against Roman’s neck, “we’re here.”

Remus lets out a broken noise.

“Oh, Roman, you didn’t…”

Logan’s head whips sharply around to scold Remus only for his mouth to fall open in shock.

Remus’s costume is bleeding too. The same black that drips down Roman’s face is slowly coloring Remus’s costume again, back to what it normally looks like. Remus’s mouth is agape, staring horrified at Roman.

“Oh, Ro—“

“What’s going on?”

“Check the bruises on his neck,” Remus orders as Janus pulls back the blanket, “are they still there?”

“They’re here, but they’re…lighter, how is that—?”

“Roman is the Ego,” Patton mumbles, “he gets bruised when—when—“

“Oh, shit,” Virgil curses, before quickly hushing Roman’s discontented mumble, “and with all the hate that’s been gunning for him—“

“Oh, sweetheart—“

Roman lets out another sob and the tears run clear.

“The Ego is kept healthy by positive attention,” Logan says softly, scooting closer and rubbing Roman’s shoulder through the blanket, “you’ve been starving, haven’t you?”

“He’s not cold because he’s hypothermic,” Remus blusters, “he’s touch starved.”

“It’s still not safe to introduce him to direct contact all at once,” Logan warns when Patton and Remus look like they want to rip the blanket off, “we have to take it slow.”

“So what do we do?”

Janus just leans down and presses a kiss to Roman’s temple. “You’re so brave, sweetie, you’ve been so strong.”

They watch as Roman’s tears begin to wash away the black.

“We love you, sweetheart, you’re so important to us.”

“Stay with us, Princey, we need you.”

“You’re doing very well, Roman, we’re very proud of you.”

Roman cries, ducking his head into Virgil’s waiting hands as Remus’s costume colors itself black again.

After a long while, when Remus looks like he normally does, Roman shakes his head and looks up at them.

“Where am I,” and he sounds like Roman again, “what’s happened?”

“You were starving, sweetheart,” Patton mumbles, “and we didn’t notice until it was too late.”

“O-oh,” Roman blinks, “is that…is that why I’m so cold?”

“You’re touch starved too,” Virgil adds, “and we, uh, L said it wasn’t a good idea to try and shock you out of it.”

“Try and drink something,” Logan says quickly as Patton reaches for the mug, “you’ve been crying for a while and you’re dehydrated.”

“Is that…hot chocolate?”

“Your favorite, kiddo.”

Remus sits down at Roman’s side as he drinks, staring at him like he’s not seen him in ages. Which, well, none of them have, really.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” Roman repeats, looking sheepishly at all of them, “I, uh, well, the last video I messed up a lot. I, uh, I shouldn’t have laughed at your name, Jan—where are you?”

“Right here,” Janus mumbles, giving him a gentle squeeze, “and you’re forgiven.”

“Oh. Uh, that was easy…are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Yes, it wasn’t great of you to do, but I’m not exactly blameless either and…”

He squeezes him again.

“…you’ve been hurting enough.”

“Logan, you too, I—I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, Roman, but I agree. It’s alright.”

“Why are you all forgiving me so fast?”

“Because,” Remus mumbles, cupping Roman’s head and resting their foreheads together, “this happened.”

They all watch as Roman shudders as Remus shows him what happened.

“Oh—oh—I—oh no—“

“It’s over now, sweetie,” Janus reassures, “we’ve got you. You’re okay, you’re safe.”

“C-can I have a hug?”

“Of course, honey, come here—“

“Let’s get the blanket out of the way, L, is he—“

“It should be safe now, yes.”

“Remus, I—oof!”

“I gotcha, Ro-Bro.”

“It’s still—I’m still—“

“Patton, grab that end of the blanket.”

“This one?”

“That’s it, yes.”

The Sides end up swaddled in the blanket, their heads poking out, as each of them pulls a little bit of Roman into their arms to warm up. Janus and Remus wrap around his upper body, mindful of the few bruises that haven’t been healed yet. His legs are in Patton’s lap, as Logan and Virgil each hold on to his hands. The poor thing is still shivering, still shaking, still a little overwhelmed.

But Janus coos into his ear as his head lolls back, Remus holding him tightly. Logan’s thumb strokes over his palm as Virgil lets him squeeze as tight as he needs to. Patton makes sure he’s off the cold tile and he’s warm.

They’re going to have to work out what to do about the fans, about the videos, but right now they need to worry about Roman.

Speaking of Roman—

“I—I need to apologize to Thomas.”

A cry goes up as he says so, Patton reaching up to pat his knee. “You don’t have to do that right now, sweetheart, rest, it’s okay—“

“I won’t—he won’t be able to rest until he knows what’s happened.”

As if he can hear them, they feel the familiar tug of one of them being summoned. A quick glance around shows that if one of them is going, all of them are, so they appear on the floor of the living room, swaddled in the blanket.

Thomas’s mouth drops open and he rushes to their side.

“I was gonna ask if you found Roman, but I—Roman, buddy, are you okay?”

“I…I don’t know,” Roman mumbles, “but I’m sorry.”

“For what, buddy?”

As Roman begins to apologize, for being away, for hurting Thomas, for being selfish, Thomas just shakes his head.

“No, buddy, that’s not all on you. You—yeah, okay, some things happened, but it’s not entirely your fault. You don’t need to think of it like that.”

“Well said,” Logan mutters, “now help us get Roman to rest.”

“So what Disney movie are we watching and how many pillows do we need?”

A lot, as it turns out, is the answer. And they have to bite back laughs at the way Thomas makes a noise when he’s swept into the blanket too. But Thomas is warm and Roman is still cold and the movie plays on the screen.

“Hey, Roman?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re my hero.”

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Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

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Nowhere To Run E, 3.5K, Otto Octavius/Norman Osborn/Reader (Pt 5 of Misadventures*) “Did you know that when your core is pressed against my thigh like this,” Otto started, his fingers moving along the small of your bare back. “I can feel your heartbeat? Every pulse, every single clench.” Right on cue, you felt a wave of tension through you, another moan slipping from your lips. I thought about Norman finding Otto and the reader together. Then I thought about Norman eating out the reader out whilst Otto was buried in me and decided us trans masc deserve this fic.

Octogoblin

Moments in time G, 2.7K, Otto Octavius/Norman Osborn/ Rosalie Octavius Brought forth from my RP blog on tumblr, sxientist, please enjoy mostly whatever the ship name is for Rosie/Otto/Norman I cannot stress how short most of these will be

Stand Alones

It's Called: Freefall E, 5.8K, Curt Connors/Reader Your morning routine was specific to the minute. If you didn't, you'd miss Curt, and after years of endless flirting back and forth, Curt finally offers you a night that you would be stupid to refuse.

* 'misadventures' has been shorted from 'Misadventures of a Medical student, an Octopus, and a Goblin'. This series was renamed from Three men Walk Into a Bar... **This can be read stand alone from the rest of the series. It was geared for Molina, but can be read as any version.

[unadulterateddreamgiver]

So, moving forward with weight loss, I defo wanna get a scale. I'm gonna try to buy one tonite, as I have the money for it (just gotta hope my mum dont find it).

Then I'm gonna weigh in everyday, and record what I find in a notebook, so I can see when I losing weight, when I'm not, and cross reference with My Fitness Pal to see what foods I was eating n how may calories, etc.

Because I'm gonna restrict to 500, it will hopefully get easier for me to fast. Within a fortnight of me only eating 500, I will introduce #starvingsunday. I.e basically start fasting one day a week.

I'm gonna try and keep it up for as long as I can and then once I hit my ugw and I am happy with how I look, start eating more, and maintaining.

Hopefully, I will be able to stay motivated via tumblr, scale, whatever. I dont have a lot of time to work out, but I am on the lookout for some to spead up the process a little, and build muscle over the coming months.

I dont know if it's that healthy or If I should up to 600 (1/3 of my recommended average I think), but i would love some thoughts :) Feel free to DM me if you have anything to add!

[forsakenlemon]

Ayo, it's me, the writer that can't write and hasn't in a while. Idk what to do even though I have lots of ideas

Please help

Also you said you would hope to see me write again but what i have in mind is completely different from what I have here on tumblr. You can check it out if you want (Is this a shameless plug? Yes)

Anyways, any tips on actually writing instead of having your thoughts stew in your head like a hurricane soup?

-A fellow Dream SMP fanfic enthusiast

Ayooooo it's always nice how tumblr never informs me with no notifs👌🏻

Whatever. SO! I read through your stuff and I love your style and feeling for introspection. You probably just need to get things in order and stay on track (and I know that's the hardest point I always get side-tracked so easily.. :'D)

What I recommend with all my heart is writing down notes of all that you want to write (scenes, sentences, thoughts,...) and then try to give them a number (1 being the thing that happens first in the story line; I can send you a pic of my notes so you can see what I mean better if you want to).

When you have that order you can start detailing. You can just sit and think about it, or talk to someone and get more ideas. What I like to do most is hitting shuffle on my music and try to hc something for the story for every song. Sometimes nothing comes with it, but sometimes your brain decides to create a masterpiece!

Listening to those songs afterwards is also a great way to hype yourself up and stay motivated. (F.e. everytime I need a start for Quackity I listen to Ghosting, Hayloft, or Arms Tonite. Somehow MotherMother is Q to me🤷🏻‍♀️)

More motivation: read other fics, search for art, talk to fellow writers, annoy your friends and girlfriend with your story even though they habe no idea who you are talking about until they scream at you to shut up! :D

I really hope some of this helps you! You can always annoy me with your ideas too, btw! :) and don't forget to tell me if you post something anywhere ò.ó

[highintlowwis]

IT IS DONE

This was such a fun lil project to work on! Thank you so so much to everyone who sent me song suggestions, I appreciate every one of you! 

I actually ended up with too many songs to make a concise, descriptive playlist with all of them, so I ended up making two -- one curated and organized by yours truly, and one full of every song I was sent, found at this link, or on spotify under the title Cadwulf, Baby! (Extended Edition):

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0GOzqrCr0d9ILhLgQR7Ore?si=kB6vdwULQMu53FoyM9p6eg

The ones I chose were based solely off of my own interpretations and the vibe consistency, there were a ton of great songs that didn’t make the shorter list just because I couldn’t figure out where they fit. And if anyone has EVEN MORE suggestions for the larger playlist, feel free to send them my way!

Descriptions for each of my curated songs can be found below the cut. Fair warning, I make no promises that my song interpretations are 100% accurate, so if I got something wrong or missed something lemme know! Enjoy!

Me and My Friends are Lonely by Matt Maeson: I’ve said it multiple times before but I’LL SAY IT AGAIN DAMMIT. Both Eadwulf and Caduceus are surrounded by people, but they’re always the ones left out. They’re never anyone else’s first choice. But hey, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be lonely with someone else…

This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory: FANTASTIC representation of Caduceus’ perspective! He was alone for so long, and he’s never been truly in love, but now he’s presented with this lonely, handsome man who needs to be guided to something sweeter and happier.

Arms Tonite by Mother Mother: Death isn’t a big deal for either of these kiddos, it’s the most natural part of life! Caduceus isn’t afraid of it, especially if he gets to greet it in Eadwulf’s big, muscular, amazing… arms… what were we talking about again? 

Community Gardens by The Scary Jokes and Louie Zong: Eadwulf has done a lot of bad things in his life, but he sees that Caleb has been redeemed by offering his own heart up, and Wulf hopes he can achieve the same. The second verse calls out Trent and his own arrogance and alludes to the fact that it will be his eventual downfall. (Also I just like the idea of Wulf calling Cad “honeycomb”, it’s so sweet)

Pumpkin by The Regrettes: Neither of them expected to walk into that dinner and meet someone who would become so important to them. Romance isn’t something either has really experienced firsthand, but now that they have had just a taste, they’re hooked.

Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits: Both these poor boys try to put on an air of confidence and ‘having their shit together’, when in reality they’re just trying to find where they belong like everyone else. Together, they no longer have to hide their insecurities, and they can lift each other up and grow as people.

Nobody by Mitzki: Y’all they’re SO LONELY. Even if it won’t fix everything, having someone there to hold you makes it easier to push through the hard times. Also they should just kiss.

Sunlight by Hozier: Caduceus is a ray of sunlight that Wulf never expected to reach him, but now that he’s felt it he can never go back. He’ll do anything to be near him, even sacrifice his own well-being. His life would go up in flames, but it would be entirely worth it.

Like Real People Do by Hozier: (This is Tumblr. There was never gonna be just one Hozier song.) “Why were you digging?/ What did you bury/ before those hands pulled me/ from the earth?” GOOD SHIT. What if we were two people who were struggling to figure out who we are and where belong on this planet, and we kissed. And we were both boys.

Ready Now by dodie: the inherent softness of having someone lead you to recovery. Wulf has a lot of work to do, but Caduceus will be there for him, waiting for when he’s ready.