#But i have no ideas

[justn0t]

Shadow Milk's beguiling casinomaster !!

[starcraftt]

i need to write a fic about just pony and two-bit's relationship because they have the cutest older brother / younger brother not-blood-related relationship ever i cant.

they're in a tie with dally nd johnny actually bUT

[missowo]

I got 800 followers, so, what should I do guys?

[hand-haver]

Art has been so hard lately augh

[cephalopodish]

everyday i love jgy

[the-sun-and-the-sea]

do you ever want to write a fic but have no idea what to write about

[moldyycheese]

Wanted to play with lineart colors and I'm very iffy about it to say the least

[cloverthemonke]

i had nothing else to draw so you get this goober too

[ethan-acfan]

Please give me some Assassin's Creed writing ideas, I want to write, but I have literally no ideas😞

[elysianstarl1ght]

The Night I Lied to You

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"You're lying." There it is... They were expecting that. He gestured towards his bed, hidden behind a set of black silky curtains with the rectangular frame wrapped in sparkling fairy lights. "Sit."

Freminet did as they were told. What more could they do? Besides, they were not complaining. It wasn't the time to act. That adrenaline rush was long gone, leaving their bruised legs trembling to a point Freminet wasn’t so sure they could stand for much longer. It did not take long before Lyney had seated himself beside Freminet, routinely taking their hand in his own as he begun to inspect the damage done. Although unable to fully see it, the hovering presence of Lyney's hands over their bruised neck and legs didn't escape them.

"Tell me really; what happened?" Lyney questioned again, albeit with more force. Then came a different question, before Freminet could even respond to his first.

"Who, or what, did this to you?"

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characters : Freminet (they/them), Lyney (he/him), Lynette (she/her) (mentioned briefly)

tags : family fluff, comfort, no angst

warnings : a little major character injury (nothing severe), Lyney not-so-subtly threatening people

wordcount : 1,198

a/n : first time I've posted writing on tumblr, and also the first time I've properly written these characters so please bare with any mischaracterization!! anyway enjoy <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52085725

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Wiping the steady trickle of crimson from their mouth, the diver took a deep breath as they came to their older brother's bedroom door. The door loomed over them, decorated in red ribbons, poker cards and glittering silver coins, such a mystical appearance that for once sent a chill down their spine. How would they even begin to explain what had transpired previously, especially knowing of the magician's overprotective nature? Ah, Freminet had no idea. Thinking was a daunting task with the ringing in their ears and the fuzziness of their vision. It was only a matter of time until--

The creak of a door swinging open sent their heart plummeting to the pits of Teyvat.

Wide eyed like a deer in the headlights, Freminet stared up at those sharp lavender eyes. They didn't have time to react before they were ushered into the room, Lyney barely sparing a second at the sight of the bruised and bloodied diver. Having experienced this time and time again, they knew any moment now, the questions would come flooding.

"What happened?" Lyney whispered, taking both of Freminet's gloved hands in his. His attempts at keeping the panic in his voice at bay had been proving futile.

"I..."  shoot. What to say? "I got caught in some crossfire while diving. Just some- some hunter rays fighting." they hoped that would be enough. Judging by the look on Lyney's face though, probably not.

"You're lying." There it is... They were expecting that. He gestured towards his bed, hidden behind a set of black silky curtains with the rectangular frame wrapped in sparkling fairy lights. "Sit."

Freminet did as they were told. What more could they do? Besides, they were not complaining. It wasn't the time to act. That adrenaline rush was long gone, leaving their bruised legs trembling to a point Freminet wasn’t so sure they could stand for much longer. It did not take long before Lyney had seated himself beside Freminet, routinely taking their hand in his own as he begun to inspect the damage done. Although unable to fully see it, the hovering presence of Lyney's hands over their bruised neck and legs didn't escape them.

"Tell me really; what happened?" Lyney questioned again, albeit with more force. Then came a different question, before Freminet could even respond to his first.

"Who, or what, did this to you?"

Oh, they could hear the resentment bubbling beneath the surface of that calm tone of voice. There was no point in lying, all it would do was provoke the magician. And with a raspy voice,

"I got into a fight." Freminet confessed. The very moment they opened their mouth, the steady trickle of blood continued to ooze at the corner of their lips. This time, they couldn't be bothered to wipe it away.

The silence was crushing. Freminet didn't expect the white and red walls of the bedroom to be more suffocating than the water pressure at seafloor. All that disturbed it was the thump, thump, thump of his heartbeat, steadily increasing as seconds ticked on.

"Let’s get you patched up first." and with that, Freminet let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. At least they had time to think up some way to answer the next inevitable big question. Lyney already had reached into the med kit, digging out a variety of medical supplies to begin treatment.

The following few minutes were consistent of that same tense lack of noise between the siblings as Lyney begun treating the wounds. Freminet never would get over how cautious Lyney was whilst treating his loved ones; the way he moves so delicately, as though they were a glass antique, priceless and fragile. It was a nice contrast to the stress-inducing, pressuring events they'd had the misfortune of enduring earlier that day.

"So... Where's Lynette?"

"She's out picking up props." Lyney replied, his tone lighter than previously. "I had some new tricks planned for our next show, I want to do more, well, flashy stuff."

"By that you mean...?" Freminet tilted their head to the left, wincing as the sting of antiseptic made contact with an open cut. Through gritted teeth, they muttered, "your shows are already very... Flashy."

"Yes, but I was thinking more balance-oriented acts." now that got their interest. "Lynette and I have great balance... Well, er, moreso her than I, but you get the point. I don't know what exactly we're going to do, but you know, trial and error always gets us places."

"Right." oh, how many times had they witnessed the spectacle that is Lyney and Lynette's Trial-and-Error Shows, as the siblings call it? It ranged from anything to mesmerizing perfection, something worthy of the biggest stages on Teyvat, to an explosive disaster that leads to either injuries or broken props. But that's the fun of magic, right? Unpredictable in every way, even to the magicians performing it. "And I assume I’ll be your audience?"

"But of course!" A hand affectionately ruffled through Freminet's already messed up hair. Then, to their surprise, a set of nails begun to comb through their messy strands of light blond hair. "Your opinion is always a great help."

Their heart might as well have stopped. Just as casually as Lyney said that he changed the topic. "So, how do you feel?"

Freminet hadn't realized just how quickly Lyney had gone through the treatment process. As they felt around their bandaged neck, they, well, couldn't help but be impressed.

"Better." the world was still hazy, but they didn't want to worry Lyney more than they already had. They added swiftly, "thank you."

All that they received was a "mm-hm." and with that, their heart sunk.

"So..."

There it is.

"Who?"

Freminet bit their bottom lip. One word, spoken so innocently, but with a threat lingering underneath it. Classic Lyney. They had lied to Lyney's face so many times, but the magician always managed to see through it like Freminet were made of glass. At least, most of the time.

"It… was another diver." they murmured. Lyney didn't interject, but they could hear him tensing. "It was- it was somebody recently hired by the fishing association, but I think they got fired." Freminet paused. "And no, I didn't get a name."

"What about... An appearance?" they knew that was coming. "Any notable details?"

"I don't remember."

Seconds went by, feeling like hours to Freminet. They could feel his gaze burning daggers into them, and it was only though sheer willpower that Freminet didn't break. Lyney eventually sighed, shrugging with his hands. "Oh well, can't be helped, I suppose. Don't worry about it." a glint lit up Lyney's lavender colored eyes. "Say- how about we go catch up with Lynette? If you're feeling up to it, of course!"

Freminet knew damn well that Lynette would immediately be informed of what happened, if she didn't already know by some weird psychic identical twin thing. She always seems to know. "Sure... I guess."

Not a second was wasted before Lyney dragged poor Freminet out of the room, ushering them along with sparkling eyes.

That lie about the other diver worked like a charm, didn't it?

[unincised]

I wanna write something w c!drunz

[cocopuff-404]

Even more Passive, hehe,,, :3

[ultimateaclrecovery]

I am trying to figure out what to get my bf for his birthday. And I am especially struggling because I feel like he got me something really nice for my birthday (a full purple stone dishware set that is like 135 dollars (I looked it up because I have no impulse control he did not leave the price tag on) which was sweet because I previously only had plastic plates and obviously everything I own needs to be purple). But the only things I can think of for him are like little cheap things. I want to get him something nice but like anything nice that he would enjoy I feel like he’d be better off getting himself. Like he knows more about nice cookware than me so I feel like I have no way to pick out something that he’d like and use. And than anything with clothes feels out because sizing is hard and I don’t understand mens fashion. I thought like maybe a nice a wallet? But he has one that seems fun and idk how to evaluate wallets anyway.

I am knitting him a hat that he’ll hopefully like because he does wear that style beanie while hiking and camping sometimes.

And then I am thinking of getting him the conjuring 2 dvd because we watched the first one together and the second is available for streaming. And I keep protesting that it’s too scary for me ( I would not watch it single but it’d be fine for his birthday)

And then I was thinking maybe some sort of Japanese cookbook since he likes to cook and is currently obsessed with japan since we’re going in three weeks. There’s a cookbook by jiro ono on sushi that we watched his documentary together, but I’m not sure if he’s already read it. And then there’s a studio ghibli book that would be cute since we watched a lot of the movies together and will probably go to museum in Japan. But I’m not sure how much he really likes them, or if it’s more he likes them fine and it’s the narrow overlap of movies we both like.

And even then it’s like I’m getting him a bunch of little things and it feels like I’m being cheap but I also just can’t think of anything better. He likes cooking and outdoor things and horror movies and currently Japan but generally all things Asian. He likes good art and books but none of those interests making for easy shopping ideas! He seem doesn’t have any horror based decor so I probably can’t even go that route

I also need to get my mom a birthday present but she is much less stressful to shop for. (I don’t know what to get her either but there’s zero danger of even worlds worst present damaging my relationship with my mom even the slightest)

[onstoryladders]

the tragedy of being 🎺🦵🏻 and wanting to write smut but the fic youre working on hasnt gotten there yet. i mean yeah sure torture is like foreplay when vegas is involved but im already pushing the boundaries as it is...... and if i write out of order i will die (it's the curse)

[just-slightly-chayotic]

ideas on what i should bake??