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I don't know how everyone isn't also always constantly thinking about how burial rites seem to be potentially one of the few things Siffrin instinctively remembers about their culture. But rest assured. I am in fact always thinking about it.
Textless version where they're just hanging out. It's fine!
#love how i said id slow down on fanart. and then didnt. anyway. the bg is supposed to be a ocean shore but its vague intentionally.#ALSO SORRY FOR DRAWING EVERYONE FACING AWAY FROM THE CAMERA ALL THE TIME? WHY DO I KEEP DOING THAT IN MY ISAT STUFF. HELLO? HELLO??? WHY???#in stars and time#isat fanart#isat#isat spoilers#isat siffrin#isat loop#siffrin#sifloop#lucabyteart#hi again sifloop tag. read this as you will. go nuts. i know you people are here for the crumbs.#if you want other thoughts re: what they do/do not remember on instinct. i wonder what their culture's bonding ceremony equiv is.#since they dont seem to have any answers to that. perhaps since not directly asked during that conversation. hm. feels like a cute fic idea#not that ill be executing on that.#ill be damned if i bare my ass on ao3. i can barely write about my ocs without feeling like im naked on stage. i salute your kind's bravery#also sorry if the dialogue here is hard to parse what order its in. its a zigzag of some kind im not fighting my absolutely ass typesetting#samdontlook
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Quick psa for everyone,
Writing fanfiction for black butler is actually super fun and a great time! You should do it!
More people should do it!
#pls I’m begging you#i need more content#I have wrung Ao3 dry#I would say give me recs but I honestly think I’ve read everything worth reading 🥲#sometimes posting my fanfics feels like putting drops of water into a dried up puddle#let’s make it an ocean again ✊#WE MUST STICK TOGETHER AND STAY ALIVE IN THESE TRYING TIMES#meaning the hiatus#black butler#kuroshitsuji#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive#black butler fanfiction#my post
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what are your favourite batcest ships and why?
AAA i love this question so much. i'm going to limit myself to a top five, because otherwise, i'd just end up listing all of them. the true joy of batcest is they're all so good for such different reasons and there are so many unique dynamics you can explore.
JayTim - it's funny bc, before i started this blog, i don't know if i would've put these two losers as my number one. but because i've done so much deep diving into their dynamic and i write them the most, i think it'd be a disservice for them to be anything *but* number one. their canon dynamic is just. so fun to play with. i truly love all of their interactions, particularly pre-Flashpoint. the concepts of Tim holding such contempt for Jason while Jason is weirdly obsessed with Tim. i'm a fan of Hannibal and Killing Eve and well. if this isn't a Hannigram-coded ship idk *what* is. i like ships where love and hate co-exist and there's no real "happily ever after", just fucked up co-existing, where they crawl back to each other like a bad habit and really, this ship is that so perfectly. the themes of jealousy in the Robin mantle. Tim wearing Jason's Red Robin suit to punish himself. i will likely never shut up about them. even in the New-52, there's such a substance to them, though the dynamic is wildly different. they will always be so weirdly dependent on each other's existence. i love them.
BruDick - you can't outdo the doer, i fear. i think i like BruDick mostly for the history of it, yk. there's genuinely *so much* queer history seeped into the homoeroticism of Batman and Robin, these two have been a symbol for queer people for decades. but the ship itself has so many dynamics i love. problematic age gap, "are we family or lovers", "i can't be in a room alone with you without getting into a screaming match but if you called i drop everything for you". all of it. i especially favor 80s/90s BruDick when they were in their divorce era just because it's so messy. Dick has canonically said he would die for Bruce, even during their arguments. no matter what, these two will always be single-mindedly devoted to each other. there will be other Robins, but none of them will compare to Dick Grayson, for Bruce. it's a unique and complicated bond that has endless layers to peel back. they always crawl back to each other bc no one else will match their level of intensity.
DamiTim - years and years ago, when i was a teen trying to people-please with how i existed in fandom, i used to insist i didn't like batcest and found it icky and gross. but there was one DamiTim fic that was my exception. that fic was my fucking roman empire. i reread it like once a year even though it's not completed and likely never will be i do not care. so now that i've killed the morality police in my head and i let myself ship what i actually want to ship, this ship holds a top place in my heart just bc of that fic alone. but in general i do fucking love their dynamic. similar to JayTim there's just so much mutual hatred in these two that has endless potential. Damian's insistence to not see Tim as a Wayne and as a legitimate brother/heir to Bruce is something you can play a lot if you give Damian an angry, fucked up crush on Tim he doesn't want to admit to. they have so many reasons to dislike each other, so to try to get them to slowly fall in love is a fun challenge. they either have a long complicated forgiveness arc and end up a happy married couple or they are the couple that tries to kill each other once a week. no in-between.
JeanTim - there's like. one person here on tumblr who goes as hard for this ship as i do and truly god bless them bc they feed me. Jean-Paul is too underrated in the batcest scene. once i reread Knightfall, i will have to help popular this tag on ao3. i enjoy both a very fucked up version of this ship during the peak of the Knightfall arc, where Jean-Paul is deep in his murder Batman era and Tim is trying to stop him to no real avail, but i *also* think there's so much you can do with the ship afterwards, where Jean-Paul is trying to make up for what he's done and be a better person and better hero. they're the peak Batman/Robin ship, to me. they truly care about each other, but have a very complicated/bloody history and i just. man i love it so dearly. i've been meaning to write a fic where Jean-Paul goes to Tim post the Sword of Azrael (2022) arc to properly discuss and apologize for all his actions in Knightfall for his personal healing and they end up fucking. it could be sweet and cute or kinky fun bc what is the joy of a character with that much Catholic guilt if you don't give them a weird religious kink.
BruCarrie - The Dark Knight Returns got me into comics and i will defend it till the day i die. Carrie Kelley can be pried from my cold dead hands. i just really love these two? Carrie took one look at that cranky old bastard and decided she was his problem. and Bruce is at a stage where he should be very averse to the idea of having a Robin, he knows it's a bad idea. but he just. accepts her anyway. idk how to explain their dynamic other than she plunks herself in his lap and stitches up his wounds while telling him he's an idiot and he lets her even if he's grumbling about it. they have the biggest age gap of any Batman/Robin ship and for that, they should get like. a dead dove gold star no matter how rare the pair is.
also honorable mention goes to BruTim, because *god* do i love the concept of Tim offering himself up to Bruce as Robin in every way, knowing that there are likely sexual/romantic implications to being Robin. it's one of my favorite flavors of batcest to exist. i don't view them as a "happily ever after" ship, because Bruce will always go back home to Dick, but it's a fun lil dead dove moment.
#necrotic answerings#batcest#jaytim#brudick#damitim#jeantim#brucarrie#brutim#can you tell tim is my favorite.#i just think he's neat.#it's probably the projection.#also i checked while writing this and wtf do you mean brucarrie has only 3 fics on ao3.#did i hallucinate the one i thought i read.#i think i fucking did bc i can't find it.#apparently it's not a rarepair ship it's a goddamn pool noodle i'm floating off through the ocean hanging on for dear life#if i write brucarrie on this page can i convince you all to ship it.#i know frank miller's writing is bad just ignore the canon it's fine#tkdr universe isn't *good* per se#but carrie is a darling girl and i will emancipate her from frank miller's grubby hands. she's mine now.#genuinely considering changing my banner on this blog to carrie but it'd ruin my color scheme.#jeantim is also very unpopular and none of you are inspired /lh#you can make that SO dead dove.#i barely remember most of knightfall i rlly need to reread it properly#and the rest of jean-paul's 90s content#i am so serious tho that damitim fic rewired my brain chemistry.#i think about it like once a week.#and i usually dislike no capes aus i can't even remember why i read it at the time#but god did it reset me.
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wip wednesday <3 :)
hello friends :) happy wednesday, hope you are well! happiest of birthdays to my babygirl Alex Claremont-Diaz, love you endlessly my beautiful big brained bisexual disaster with a heart of gold
thank you to @jellibuns @junebugclaremontdiaz @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @piratefalls @bigassbowlingballhead @leojfitz @ships-to-sail @suseagull04 @dragonflylady77 @kiwiana-writes @onthewaytosomewhere @wordsofhoneydew @priincebutt @magicandarchery @leaves-of-laurelin @eusuntgratie @duchessdepolignaca03 @saturntheday @itsmaybitheway @captainjunglegym @indestructibleheart @oxfordslutphase @tailsbeth-writes for the tags this week and on sunday :)
here's a snip from a tiny spy au coming this week if i can wrangle these men into submission:
“I'm serious, Alex. No theatrics. Certainly no blood. What's the code for trouble?” “Barracuda.” Henry clicks his tongue. “Too many syllables for my taste.” “Your name is too many syllables for my taste, yet you don't see me complaining.” “Touché.” He grasps Alex's shoulder, taking a long look into Alex's eyes. Henry's body is serene, but his eyes are always his tell for Alex. They're cloudy, tense; murky waters. “Be careful, please. We both know how dangerous these men are. Manu is unpredictable, even as the mafia equivalent of a middle manager.” “Aw, worried about me, sweetheart?” Alex grins, but it's a little unsteady, faltering at the edges. “Henry. This is easy. And if I’m lucky, no dicks will have to come out.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in it. He really, really doesn’t want any dicks out this time. “See you in five, okay?” He squeezes Henry's arm, then slips out of the supply closet. Back to work.
xoxo roop
+ no pressure tags below the cut and open tag as always <3 tag me if you use :)
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#fic: sexually charged wrestling#roop writes#i wrote this for shits and gigs#there is no nutritional value#there is no purpose#it is just Vibes#do not look too closely at the plot or the body parts please#i am just a little guppy doing my best in a big ocean#and limbs are so hard to wrangle#i have so much respect for writers of action and smut GODDAMN#how do y'all keep track of bodies bro...they just love to go all over the place willy nilly!!!!!#they're just flying all over the fucking place#how does one keep track of hands and legs#let alone DICKS????????#granted there are zero dicks out in this fic#but it is not encouraging for my smut journey i gotta be so real#anyway#see y'all on ao3 this week afjsldfjkalsd hope you enjoy#I'm never writing spy or action shit again fajsdlfkjals lemme just go reread nova baby for the 600th time like a normal person#wip wednesday
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Gantober #4 - Seafoam
(Wind Waker, Ganondorf & Beedle, non-graphic violence)
Tearing himself off a broken seal, Ganondorf discovers his homeland disfigured by an endless sea —and a stranger calling it home willing to help.
(Full disclosure: I'm flying off the seat of me poorly remembering my decade-old Wind Waker walkthrough and details gleaned back on vague research I did over a year ago, so I do apologize for any dubiously canon choices made here)
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Ganondorf had waged wars larger than the sky. He had crushed skulls under his boot as an afterthought. He had basked in roaring infernos, found comfort in the musk of old blood. Even his own torment, either while sealed beyond reality or when his body had twisted to unnatural shapes from his restless abuse of Power, he had grown to rely upon as something expected —and therefore, under his control.
But there he stood, stranded on a mere constellation of sand in the middle of the night, staring on and on at the black sea surrounding him from all sides.
And nothing seemed to stomp his rising horror.
Salt. He didn’t mind salt, usually. Here, it was dizzying. A wound in the earth. A wound where Hyrule —his Hyrule— used to be. Water had swallowed all of it. In the darkest depths of the sea, there lied his castle, his hard-earned victories, the villages he sacked and those erected in their place by the monsters serving him. He may have broken the seal forced upon him, but his entire life slumbered down the abyss. For how long did he drift, outside of time and space? There was nothing left but salt. Angry froth surrounding him from all sides. The Goddesses did not care for what they once called holy. What was there even to yearn for anymore, beyond wreckage and mud?
The infernos had all drowned. Even he was now drenched and cold; his ageless bones incapable of resisting neither the waves or the rain.
He did not notice the boat that beached nearby until it was too late, and it took its sailor two attempts to finally catch his attention.
“All good sir?”
Ganondorf tore his eyes from the shore. The man who screamed at him from the deck was a stickbug of a hylian, with a horrendous bowl cut and a drooping pink nose. His sunkissed, freckled skin shivered under the tremors of a coming storm, but still: he smiled, with concern. “Not to assume nothin’, but it’s a sad old place to be shipwrecked if you ask me!”
Hands on hips, face open, eager to help. Obviously clueless as to who he was.
Nobody had stared at Ganondorf that way in hundreds of years.
He considered killing the straggler and taking his embarkation for himself. Faster, easier. But of all the many skills the gerudo king had perfected during his unnaturally long life, sailing had never even crossed his mind as something worth his attention. And the thought of trying to keep this poorly wielded rotting wood afloat in a storm, hands coarse with ropes he couldn’t make sense of above miles upon miles of this terrible salt water that wanted him back in the dark... A sharp pang of hatred seared down his throat. The Goddesses must be finding his predicament oh so hilarious.
The stranger, named Beedle, made what room he could for him on his bark; but said bark was tiny, and Ganondorf could only fit against the wall of the inner cabin, stuck between crates of food and heaps of arrows. A ceiling lamp swung above his head followed by a swarm of eager moths, threatening to set his forehead on fire. The hylian’s sunny disposition dimmed somewhat after Ganondorf’s pointed silence and lack of outward thanks for all this effort, but he still refused to let it die entirely and carried the conversation for them both.
“Hoping my humble abode can be a welcome shelter for the time being, my good sir.” Good sir. Ganondorf bit his tongue not to emote. “Please don’t be shy around my wares as well! If something catches your eye, I’m sure we can agree to somethin’ or another!” The hylian’s eye nicked at his jewelry, barely attempting to be subtle. “It’s rare to see folks as fancy as you in these parts. It’s the pirates, you see. I suppose it’s them who gave you trouble?”
Ganondorf evaded the too-intense gaze of the merchant. Of course, in this sparse flooded world, information would be as precious as rupees. He elected to be as greedy as he could in this particular department.
“I simply… got lost,” he muttered.
His voice was rough, ancient, looming. He didn’t sound like the way he remembered. The small hylian tensed and nodded, with a frown deep enough to suggest he was growing less worried about his guest and more about himself. Thunder crashed outside. A large wave rolled under the planks at their feet; the boat croaked, almost organically. Ganondorf shivered.
“Welp. Happens to the best of us I guess!” The owner scratched his bare stomach, his best efforts at joy dipping into nervousness. “Where are you going then? I can drop you off to any place that’s on my usual route!”
Ganondorf clenched his jaw. He had no good answer to this question. He didn’t know anything about this strange new world. Didn’t recognize anything. Where were they, right now? Above which landmark he could still perfectly recall in his mind, lively and luscious, sprawling under the indulgent sun of Hyrule?
“I… I don’t…”
He caught himself, this disgusting vulnerability in that shredded voice, before it could spill out fully. Anger smothered him instead; then something more painful, akin to the jagged cuts of weapons somehow lodged even deeper than flesh. He thought of gutting the pleasant man, right here and now. Take him apart limb from limb among all these goods and produce Ganondorf had never seen before. But the storm raged outside —and to be stuck there, in this claustrophobic cabin, waiting to be toppled over and drowned once again…
“Y-You know what?” Beedle proposed, hands joined, helpful in a way that neared pity. “I can take you to Windfall Island! It’s the biggest port around, and I’m sure you’ll find someone there who can help you out. You seem a little…” He swallowed. “A little... out of it, sir.”
His skin crawled. That idiot would strand him on an island full of hylians, chipper and knowledgeable and unbearably alive.
“No,” Ganondorf grunted. “Take me… Take me somewhere quiet, and near. Someplace with solid land.”
The hylian cocked his head.
“I’m not quite sure about that plan, sir. There’s a Fortress close-by, sir, I’m sure you’ve heard of it. The waters are full of pirates. It’s not safe here! They’d capture you in a heartbeat, and oh!” The poor little man deflated, rubbing his bare arms, as if to ward off his own imagination. “They’d have ways to make you spill where the rest of your fancy gold is hidden, sir!”
Ganondorf couldn’t help his snickering. His right hand burned quietly under the full length of his sleeves. “A fortress, you say?”
“Horrible place! Dreadful place! They’ve stolen from me before, the vultures!”
“Take me there.”
Beedle’s eyes and mouth drew the shape of three perfect circles.
“Sir!” He squealed, red with offense. “No amount of rupee in the world could convince me to go there! I’ll never risk my wares, my very life…”
“Where I come from, merchants know to take risks when it matters,” Ganondorf said. And that much was true. Gerudo merchants had saved his kingdom countless times over before he was old enough to wield a sword himself. Not all of them returned home alive.
“And why on earth would it matter to me?!” Beedle crossed his arms, outraged. “They’ll shot my poor boat on sight! So whatever you could offer me in exchange…”
“You’re assuming I will let you refuse.”
Silence, if not for the roar of the sea.
The hylian’s eyes were large and misty, his knees threatening to give. “Sir…” He wailed, crumbling on himself, even tinier than before. “I rescued you.”
“And I am not ungrateful,” Ganondorf smiled. “Yet.”
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The merchant sniffled and muttered under his breath the entire way, but it didn’t take much more than a few hours for Ganondorf to see the silhouette of a large structure overtaking the stormy horizon. Beedle tried not to cry as he slalomed through the coves and razor-sharp stones, knowing himself watched, both by his guest and the pirates outside surely well aware of their presence. Ganondorf considered telling him they would be safe from cannon fire no matter what, but decided to keep his magical prowess undisclosed for as long as he could. He simply didn’t know enough about the rules of this new world to fashion a reputation for himself yet. Dreadful outcasts with a penchant for knives and thievery, however? A consequence-less trying ground.
An anchor, in so many ways.
They weren’t prevented from boarding the pier, but were awaited right outside. The vicious wind swashed buckets of sea water over a collection of armed silhouettes, staring at the humble bark with open distrust and slight bafflement. Ganondorf eyed over each of them. About twenty, that he could see. All of them with pointy ears, safe for the two gorons in the back. Brown hair, blonde hair, white hair.
All of them men.
Ganondorf refused to give room to the childish hope within withering into something cold and empty, and advanced towards the line. Beedle made a whimpering sound behind him.
“That’s close enough I’d say.”
A man cut through the pirates and stepped forth. The bulky kind, bald-headed and scarred, with one golden tooth sharpened far past what most would think reasonable. He towered over his crew, but barely reached Ganondorf’s shoulder. He nodded towards the cowering merchant behind his back.
“Must have given that lad his weight in rupees to convince him to sail here. We have history, don’t we Beedle?”
The crew laughed, and the poor hylian was but half a breath from sobbing openly.
“I hear you’re the terror of the sea,” Ganondorf noted.
The man puffed his chest. “Aye we are. So what made you think it was a good idea to come check for yourself? Want to donate to the cause?” Every pirate openly eyed at the large jewels adorning his fine robes. Gerudo craftsmanship had always stirred outsiders’ imagination, even back when cultural context hadn’t been completely lost to the waves.
Ganondorf crossed his arms. “I suppose it depends on the cause.”
The pirate chief laughed, a bit too loud to be believable as effortless contempt. His stance was ever-slightly defensive. Ganondorf was being seized up, and correctly identified as a threat.
“Our cause?! Get richer than the lost kingdom through other people’s honest work! I didn’t think it would need clarification!” Another step closer, one that felt like bravado. The man held up an open palm that missed half a finger. “So how are you willing to contribute?”
Ganondorf didn’t bother moving. He stared deep into the washed-out green eyes of the pathetically wet hylian in front of him. Small threats. Threats of no ambition. This was all the Goddesses could handle, and not a single thing worse: mediocre hylians, content with their lackluster lot, fearlessly cruel in the pettiest of ways.
He shook his head, giving the surroundings a good look instead of paying the captain undeserved attention. Crows cackled above their head, and bigger birds seems to nest in the cliffs. Hard to navigate, tall and angry, strong against the storm, unpleasant to be around.
Suitable.
“I quite enjoy this island,” Ganondorf declared at last. “As for you, terror of the sea… You can all stay here and serve my cause, or you can take your leave right away.”
Some man in the back thought it was a joke and laughed; but the humor died down soon enough. Exclamations bubbled through the assembled crew like a fit of bad coughs, growing in intensity. Beedle hid his face in his hands, terrified, and muttered a prayer.
“What did you say?!” The captain belched out. “Are you out of your mind—who the hell do you think you are?!”
A younger version of himself would have used the opportunity to brag, just to feel the kick of his own resolve; a promise muttered back to himself. But Ganondorf was far past reassurance now.
“Or you can all watch each other die if you prefer,” Ganondorf added, with the familiar coldness that preceded his worst slaughters.
That was too much for the poor merchant. Abandoning all reason, the little hylian skedaddled back to his boat with a high pitch sound of distress. Smart move. The pirates were all focused on the actual danger, and Ganondorf would have disliked letting a survivor bear witness to the worst of what he could do. Now was not the time. And, after all, he had no reason to be ungrateful and needlessly destructive. Not everything had to end up in blood, he supposed. Violence was a lesson he’d have to unlearn soon if we was to re-adapt to this new, brutal reality.
But as of now…
“We’ll knock some sense back into you, old man!” the man spat out—old man? Ganondorf wasn’t sure he appreciated being perceived as frail and weary; those feelings were supposed to be private. But the captain didn’t seem to realize his overstep and unsheathed a crude saber to his face. “Everyone with me!”
They all attacked at once, swords drawn and eager.
Ganondorf grinned. Twin blades slotted into his waiting hands.
That simple joy, of all joys dead and gone, the Goddesses had yet to take from him.
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The slaughter was over before it started. The pirates were even worse off than he feared. None of them would have survived the wars he had waged centuries prior. In this barren world of salt and greedy water, plunderers were weak and arrogant, and lonely travelers trusted so easily. The deluge didn’t even select the worthiest to carry on this accursed future.
Leaning from the highest balcony he could find, Ganondorf stared at a much quieter sea. Dawn brushed over the crests of wave in pinks and golds and green. Seagulls, crows and even angrier birds screamed their delight in the fierce offshore wind. Far in the distance, he could distinguish the shape of Beedle’s bark, fast escaping the trail of blood left behind. Ganondorf was taken by a vague need to acknowledge what this man had done for him, this thankless mercy drenched in unfair retribution. Do something just, perhaps. Sort the stolen goods and restore what once belonged to him. Make his effort worth something... but already, so soon, the little dot tipped over the foam and disappeared from view entirely.
The waves covered its tracks, and Ganondorf was alone.
He closed his eyes, allowing the sun to trick him into unguarded longing. But that couldn’t last. He couldn’t afford rest. He couldn’t afford peace. This was how the Goddesses had lured everyone else into accepting this; the smallness of letting oneself drift; an existence happily unmoored. That wasteland. That living wound they all called home.
Ganondorf turned away from the horizon, the sun, the wind, runaway boats with small cargo and far greater fears. The Triforce of Power scorched his blood-splattered hand. Ganondorf focused on the pain until it devoured everything else; and then, only then, could he start to think with regained dignity about the arduous path to triumph.
#gantober#ganondorf#beedle#ww ganondorf#wind waker#fanfiction#my writing#I have barely reread this!!! but I had fun#grumpy old sorcerer shaking his fist going “back in my dayyyy we waged REAL wars not like those lazy ambitionless sea dwellers!!!”#sure grandpa let's get you to bed now <3#this one might also end up on Ao3 but I'm not sure if I put it on a separate fic or in a Gantober compilation#anyway! wind wakeyy#yo-ho-ho pirates and shit#(side note but: ganondorf being lowkey afraid of the ocean/fixating on drowning is a bit of a weakness of mine!! so ye)#(I do like making bad things even worse for him u_u I admit to this sin)
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Me: Okay, I have homework and test to study for, so no distractions.
My brain: Okay but what if you got the sudden creative desire to write a HOTD fic that focuses on Alicent and studies her relationship to her faith and how that influences/ties into her relationships with her parents, Rhaenyra, and her children?
Me:
#and if i said i spent about an hour writing nearly 800 words 😭#i thankfully pulled myself back but the urge is too strong! like that quote of “mother is like god” something something around those lines#had me in a chokehold bc it's so alicent & aegon coded (& probably mirrors alicent's relationship with her own mother to some extent)#or how using religion and playing on alicent's relationship with rhae#“targs are closer to gods than to men” alicent not getting that fully until she meets rhae 😭#being so connected to her that it transends oceans & the pull is so strong that it's only been mirrored by her religion#i could go on! idk when it'll be finished or if it'll involve s2 but it's working me#also if i publish it on ao3 it would be a big jump in themes from my bridgerton one to this so whew 😅#alicent hightower#aegon ii targaryen#helaena targaryen#aemond targaryen#rhaenys targaryen#current wip#hotd#house of the dragon
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To Ocean,
Oh wow, I have no idea how to start this.
It probably isn't too surprising that I've never really been the type to write letters. I imagine that's more your thing, haha.
I hope my handwriting isn't too bad - I know you always complain about that, when yours isn't much better! Constance has told me many a time that even SHE can't read your pretentious cursive when you've written it too quickly.
Ha, 'pretentious'. Who am I, you?
Or
Penny writes letters to Ocean.
#this was posted a lil while ago but i never promo'd it here because. i didn't think it was very good#but people seem to like it and it's grown on me a bit#and i have nothing else prepared for rtc day so. here :)#hope you like it :)#ride the cyclone#rtc#penny lamb#ocean o'connell rosenberg#perfectdolls#bagel writes#ao3#i am still terrified of being perceived#sorry if this is annoying :'D i can shut up if you want
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#i still remember sherlock like a distant echo in the wind#superwholock#spn#doctor who#bbc sherlock#destiel#our flag means death#good omens#what we do in the shadows#i am genuinely curious#ao3#johnlock#did you jump from one mental mental health issue to another or are u stuck on the same one or are we mixing them up now#our shadows mean omens#u can't tell me we aren't the same crew different ships to navigate this particular ocean
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Bruce and Clark are stargazing atop Wayne Manor despite Alfred's orders for Bruce to remain in bed. They're silent as they climb onto the roof and exchange smiles like schoolboys breaking curfew.
It's quiet up there. The city lights in the distance sparkle like the stars above them. Beauty surrounds them and Bruce finds some semblance of peace in this bubble they've made for themselves. He could feel the warmth of Clark's shoulder touching his and hear his slow breathing. It feels like it's just the two of them in the world. Bruce wonders if it's like that for Clark too or if the world was just constantly screaming at him, begging for his help. He wonders if Clark could only dream of peace in death.
"Do you think you could ever find peace in death?" Bruce asks instead. It sounds kinder.
Clark looks away from the starry sky and stares at Bruce instead. There's a soft smile on his face. Bruce thinks he'll rather gaze at that than the stars in the sky but Clark turns back to the stars and Bruce does too. They are stargazing after all.
"Sometimes I think about how I would like to die and it brings me peace. Is that weird?"
"No." Bruce does the same. He adds, "How would you like to die?"
In a blaze of glory, perhaps, saving the world from certain doom. It was a likely scenario and there was a level of satisfaction from saving people even with one's last breath. But the Clark he knows is always fighting for life, he would always try to survive. So... quietly, in old age, surrounded by all his loved ones. It is a very Clark-like scene to envision.
"I would like to perish amongst the stars. To freeze in the cold expanse of space or burn in the face of the sun. To return from whence I come from..." Clark laughs and rubs the back of his head. He's looking at Bruce again and there's a soft glow about him more radiant than the stars. "It's silly, isn't it? I've been to outer space many times without freezing or burning to death but, well, it's just something I've thought about."
"Don't be silly, Clark."
"What?" Clark almost looks hurt.
"You're a child of Earth. We've claimed you. What do you mean return from whence you come from?" Bruce grumbles. He tries to hide his face from Clark and looks to Gotham instead.
Clark laughs and it tickles something within Bruce. "Haven't you heard, Bruce? We're all made of space dust."
Bruce gains the courage to face Clark again and stops fighting against the twitching curve of his mouth. "I'll be sure to tell Dick to shatter our ashes in space after we die."
Clark's laughter grows in loudness. "What? You're not going to do it yourself? And our ashes would be shattered together?"
Bruce snorts. "Given how often we almost die together, I'd say it would be nigh impossible to cremate us separately."
"Yeah?" Clark's laugh softens into chuckles until they're so quiet Bruce has to lean in to hear them. He isn't the one to lean in. Clark is. "I wouldn't be opposed to being buried together either."
"That-" Bruce's breath hitches. He wonders if Clark could feel it. They were practically sharing it after all- "would be nice."
Clark closes the distance and Bruce thinks that this is peace too.
#superbat#clark kent#bruce wayne#stargazing#soft clark kent#soft bruce wayne#first kiss#friends to lovers#minific#drabble#one shot#fun fact: my ao3 name 'SolaceInSpace' came from me daydreaming about how peaceful it would be to quietly die in space#realistically it would be painful but the idea of it is oddly calming#kind of like sinking to the bottom of the ocean
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I don't have a problem....
#writeblr#ao3#my writing#fantasy#epic wouldn't you like#epic the musical x reader#epic dangerous#epic the ocean saga#epic the musical#epic the circe saga#epic hermes#epic hero#epic the cyclops saga#epic the troy saga#hermes
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Crush Depth
Chapter 6: Humanity Has No Hope
FNAF Mermaid!DCA x Y/N (SFW)
The greenish-gray map lays a heaviness over your chest. You can hardly breathe gazing over it for the next point of interest. It leads to more horrors. You can’t stay still. You dread what lies ahead.
Word Count: ~2,100 Warnings: See tags and an emphasis on suicidal behavior, including the reader asking to be killed.
A/N: So, a bit of a personal update, my classes have started back up but I finished my other writing project, so I can focus on this solely until its completion! Since it's smaller I should be able to get to it faster but I'm also juggling schoolwork. We'll see how it turns out. I'm aiming for 10-ish chapters. Also, thank you for all the wonderful comments and support!
Now, how about a one-sided conversation?
#crush depth#sun x reader#moon x reader#eclipse x reader#ao3 link#the convict takes another picture of course#and it's a bit too familiar for your liking#and there are the horrors#can't forget those in a blood ocean
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gonna be a hater in tags real quick
#i need to get this off my fuckin chest its haunted me for ages but for some reason rn its bad#i fucking HATE when ppl act like la’s koholin island and ph’s world of the ocean king are/work the same#HATE IT. also hate ppl treating oshus n the wind fish as the same character bc i think its fucking lazy n uncreative n unimaginative#and makes the loz world feel so much smaller. but like. why do ppl act like the world of the ocean king is another dream world#bc its fucking no??? no one in that place is a dream construct i hate ppl acting like linebeck isnt a ‘real person’ just a former dream#construct if they think hes from that world bc its not a fucking dream world its a real ass world at no point is it suggested that its a#dream world just that link n tetra are simultaneously dreaming in their own world that doesnt make oshuss world fake or w/e#its just a different parallel world or some shit where time flows different relative to the great sea go watch the ending dialogue#literally nothing in the game suggests that its in any way like how koholint works besides it being an ocean place#i feel like i see these ideas in l////u shit a lot (ESP ppl acting like linebeck is the same thing as marin) and it feels like. do ppl in#l////u just not look into the games too hard do they not double check canon material or do they just accept shit parroted around#bc its way too consistent for me to think its just some headcanon thing and it PISSES me rhe fuck off if im being real#the oshus/wind fish thing is annoying as fuck already but i DESPISE ppl acting like oshus’ world is a dream its so fucking annoying#whatever ph is harder to play like look up gameplay then. do some research. its not the same fucking thing#ok yeah do hcs sure but i really dont get the vibe that its just some headcanon i feel like ppl just dont know theyre not the fucking same#its not like koholint its more like fucking lorule if anything. god fucking dammit i hate that im so wound up by this shit#whatever. i do wish ao3 let you mute wholeass tags like with authors so i dont have to see l///u shit ever
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every time i check the ao3 status account i feel like i’m peeking in on my sickly child and petting their head to help them sleep
#ao3#hour ??? of ao3 being down: i need to go to the coast and stare at the ocean#i don’t know what to do with myself#i haven’t even been reading that much fanfic lately but now that i literally can’t it’s like ?? what do ????#ao3 down
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My current relationship with being an author:
✨Writer’s Block✨
Sorrows
Sorrows, Prayers
#ao3 writer#I’m not dead but I feel like my soul has been ripped from my body and blasted into the farthest depths of the ocean#malvie#yes I am stuck on descendants I came to the fandom late shush#i write too much#anime
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trying to be ~back online~ after almost three years of disconnect feels like being the weird aunt who only comes over on holidays
I don't recognize my favorite cousins or know who's dating who and I've definitely missed some family issues and big milestones bc I've just been spectacularly out of the loop
but that doesn't mean I don't love u
#what am I even doing lol#I've been out of 'social' mode on tumblr for so long#most of the blogs I follow are back from the days of teen woof and naruto#now I don't even know who half the people on my dash are anymore bc I last interacted with them like six urls ago lmao#I hope all my old internet friends and moots are doing good even if I don't recognize their new blog or icons and can't call them out#do I try and write more even though im well and out of date on everything?#do I swan dive into a new fandom and hope they're nice?#do I delete my tumblr and ao3 and walk into the ocean?#(that is the most tempting of all the options btw)#feels like a genuine pet sematary moment like#sometimes dead is better#flospeaks#maybe it is time to sign off#prolly to delete later if I remember
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[...] his instincts tell him she is the one thing he cannot ever forget—because the fate of the world sits on his shoulders, but so did Jolyne.
Jotaro during his coma, when he gets back his Stand but not his memory.
word count 942
warnings none? stone ocean spoilers, nothing major
#nurse your most mentally ill patient has escaped the mental institution once again#you evr think abt jotaro unconsciously giving himself a wound that's his daughter's name or are you normal#sincerest apologies#i have published yet another mess of a fic#i'm like a virtual roach i will never leave#kujo jotaro#kujo jolyne#stone ocean#jjba part 6#jjba#jolyne cujoh#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jojo's bizarre adventure#jjba fic#ao3#holly and joseph are ... described#like i never mention their names but. They are There
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