#Cyndi’s writing

[bunni-bun]

feeling completely insane and having Too Many Thoughts earlier so i'm dropping this here and running, don't look at me lmao.

enjoy cuz i never finish anything and this is a literal miracle cuz i had to get it out of my system.

“There's darkness in the distance

I'm beggin’ for forgiveness

But I know I might resist it”

-Daylight by David Kushner

There are times when he feels smaller than he wants to.

He thinks that he can be brave about it this time, he can fight and bite and kick and stab and claw his way out. He thinks that this bloodshed will atone for the heartbreak, for the sin of leaving.

It doesn't. It never does.

The walls here are cold, dull, and listless. There are ghosts between the bars of the cell, in the shape of dark eyes and a small, loving smile. Sometimes, the hands of the ghost run down his arms, softly, barely there, in a caress meant to sooth him from the nightmares. Sometimes, the ghost whispers that he loves him and he pretends that it's real, just for a moment.

When he wakes up again, the ghost is gone and the ache in his chest is more pronounced but he fights it down, swallows it whole and buries it under the ratty mattress of the cell, with the book that he borrowed from Zong Yi.

At night, he welcomes the darkness again, welcomes the ghost again. He wonders if the man the ghost belongs to is still alive, or if this ghost is real, haunting him in the only way that they can have each other. He doesn't think about it too much tonight, he's too tired. He lets his eyes fall shut and tries not to cuddle the ghost at his side.

* * *

There's an emptiness in this space now.

He didn't realize how big a space could be without someone to fill it with life, with spirit, with love.

There's no one who really stops him from drinking himself into a stupor again so he takes another shot, whiskey burning as it goes down, a little easier now. He's used to it now, that burn. It's the only warmth he gets now, in this empty room. It's the only thing he has left.

He lets himself fall back into the bed (their bed?) and he lets sleep take a hold of him once more. At least in dreams, he can hold onto hair the color of daylight and eyes sharper than a blade to his throat. He doesn't have to worry about the emptiness beyond this dream, this room. He can stay here for a little longer, feeling a soft but firm touch to his cheek.

Dreams are all he has in the dark, they're all that's left here. He doesn't have the courage to go and see the real thing and maybe that's for the best (it's not). He doesn't know if either of them can take it. He doesn't know anything anymore.

So he dreams, of tangled sheets, of biting kisses, of soft gasps. Of tears on his cheek that are not his own. Of the desperate need to show love but not knowing how. Of the only person he's ever loved leaving. Maybe this is a nightmare again. He wonders if the other feels the same.

And he lets the ghost of that touch win as he falls asleep without another thought this time.

* * *

“This lust is a burden that we both share

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer

Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt.”

When they're together, they try to ignore the four years spent apart.

They don't think about the darkness, the ghosts, the dreams. The nightmares.

They hold each other in the quiet of the early morning, lights all out in the garage but the door open to see the stars or the clouds as a storm approaches. They spend a lot of nights like this, in the quiet, not saying anything as they stay beside each other and think. They wish they could be mind readers sometimes, just so they don't break the moment by speaking.

Instead, Ai Di lays his head on his shoulder and Chen Yi rests his head on top of his boy. They don't say anything, even when they both reach out to hold each other’s hand. They should talk about it but they won't. They can't.

Later in the night, when he's gasping in his shoulder and biting marks into flesh, Chen Yi tries not to think of the time when this was a ghost’s call and not the real person in his lap. He lets Ai Di bite, claw, fight for the love that they both need, even in this moment of lust. He fights back, pushing and grabbing and kissing away the air between them so they'll suffocate here. It's the only way they can forgive each other.

When they lie in bed, sweating and spent, hands intertwined, they still don't talk about it. But they both know that the other wants to beg for the ache to stop, for the pain to end, for that forgiveness that they've already given each other but refuse to accept. So they stay wrapped in this darkness, this quiet.

Sinners like them don't belong in the daylight, but that's alright. The night will hide them, will hide their faults, will hide their feelings. Maybe one day, they can talk about it. But not now.

[willows-adventures-in-words]

More for the 21 pilots mashup thing I work on sometimes. The other part I posted can be found here.

Whumptober prompts 26: Nightmares breakfast table | parting words regret | “I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated.” word count: 560

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He felt himself waking up. Though his mind was foggy, Layne listened to the footsteps walk across the room. And the voice that accompanied them. “-is doing really well.” Layne realized he was still plugged in. “So I was thinking we should start to decide on the next one. Waving through a window is pretty popular. Could have you guys do that one.” He walked around behind him as he continued talking. “Maybe do a throw back and go for a Disney song.” It was a struggle, but Layne managed slight movement in his arm. Only to realize he was restrained. Wrist tied to the armrest of the chair he was seated in. Right. The consequences of his actions. “But I guess before we do something like that I should figure out how to get you guys to be more animated.”

Kurt was quiet but Layne could still hear his footsteps for a moment. There was silence for awhile. He didn't hear him leave. He was still in the room. Layne tried to think. How long has it been? Months? He had no idea. Too many blanks. But... He had to do something. Layne was pretty sure he was the only one lucid enough to try anything. Did he want to risk moving? To find out where their captor was? His fingers twitched. “Hm? No, you're not trying that again.” Footsteps. “Time for you to clock out.” No. No no no. The cord was pulled. No... Then the heavy darkness fell over him.

-~-

Layne jerked awake. Shoving the blankets off, he nearly fell out of bed in his hurry to get up. He was breathing hard. Panicked. Eyes darting around the room as his hand went to his neck. Then his eyes shot over to the window. Taking his hand from his neck he pulled the curtain back. It took a minute before it clicked. Home. He was home.

He stepped back, the curtain falling closed, leg bumping against the bed-frame, and slumped down on the edge of the bed. His hand found its way back to his neck, covering the electrical plug. “Layne?” came the tired voice of his wife. He heard her, but he wasn't listening; his mind someplace else entirely. His heart pounding. It was so vivid. Felt like he was still there. Still... “Layne.” He let out a shaky breath and lifted his head slightly as Cyndi stepped over. She knelt down in front of him. His eyes followed her. He tried to focus. Drag himself back to the present. “You're okay.” She lifted her left hand and gently rested it over the one he held to his neck. “You're safe. You're safe and home.” She removed her hand and rested it on his cheek. “You're home, Layne.”

After releasing a shuddered breath, he leaned lightly against her palm and whispered, “I'm home.”

“Yes you are.” Layne could hear she was near tears. They lingered for just a moment longer before she got up and held him. He wrapped his arms around her. They both needed this. He's only been back home for a handful of hours. Layne closed his eyes and just focused on the sound of Cyndi's heartbeat. Her breathing. And soon her sniffling as she quietly cried in his hair.

[lattea-cakeezz]

a/n, self insert writing for me and me only(/J) after I had one thought about tattoo artist! Venture hhhhhhhh

(I blame a certain friend for encouraging me to finally post self ship stuff on here…. You KNOW who you are. ily sev 🫶 )

Warnings: Mentions of nudity(I think?) and tattoo needles. Other than that, self indulgent fic that I tried to make as fluffy as possible with a bit of tension ehehhhuhuhe,,,

Oneshot is under the cut! (And the gif, look at em go my little silly blorbo)

Was Cyndy really about to do this? Walk right in and ask for something to be inked permanently on heyr body(Despite the fact it'll be well hidden)? Looking up at the tattoo studio building, standing just outside of it, it seemed shey was.

And why wouldn’t shey? No judgemental parents and friends meant no one was trying to hold heyr back, and it wasn’t like shey didn’t want to get one, shey really did.

It’s just now that shey was standing at the door of the tattoo studio, it felt nerve wracking. Especially when shey was going in alone. Heyr friends and even heyr mom had insisted they tag along, for moral support and encouragement, but shey knew they wouldn't exactly want to see heyr topless for heyr tattoo.

Trying to brush off the worst case scenarios that will most likely not happen from heyr thoughts, shey finally made heyrself push the door open. The bell atop the glass door jingled loudly as Cyndy entered the empty tattoo shop, pursing heyr lip nervously as shey looked around the waiting room area.

The walls were decorated with photos and drawings of various different tattoo designs, all ranging in size and extravagance, and the black leather chairs against the walls looked comfortable enough at least. And it smelled clean, which was surprising but still a good sign.

Looking back over at the front, shey spotted the front desk. There sat a woman who seemed only a few years older than heyr and once shey walked over, she perked up and smiled, purple hair almost bouncing as she moved.

She was quick to greet heyr and after Cyndy mentioned already calling ahead of time for a certain tattoo artist at the shop, named Sloan, she handed a form for Cyndy to fill out while shey waited. Shey couldn’t help but glance at the tattoos sprawled along her arms, wondering to heyrself just how painful it was to get her entire arms covered like that.

Cyndy gently sat down against one of the leather armchairs in the waiting room, now being left alone in the waiting area as the purple haired woman strut off to the back to get the artist. After quickly filling out the form and leaving additional contact info, shey glanced around the room once more, leg jutting up and down the longer shey had to wait on the leather chair.

It was really happening. Heyr first tattoo… Shey felt a rush of excitement yet unease wash over heyr all at once. Now a little voice in the back of heyr head wished shey had brought a friend along for support.

The artist seemed eager and friendly enough when shey had contacted them though, sending them heyr measurements and even the tattoo design shey had made for heyrself. So hopefully, they were just as outgoing as they were online.

It wasn’t long before shey heard the sounds of footsteps approaching and when looking up, shey was met with someone practically covered head to toe in various permanent ink tattoos, the one catching heyr eye being the flames around their neck that ran down to who knows where, as well as a piercing on the edge of their eyebrow. Shey was almost at a loss for words from their appearance. Is this Sloan…?

Their smile was friendly and revealed a chip in their tooth as they raised their hand up to offer a hand shake. Shey also couldn’t help but take notice of their toned arms. And the way they looked so cool... And so attractive.

‘Get a grip, girl!’ Shey quickly thought bitterly to heyrself in order to quit heyr staring as shey brushed a strand of hair out of heyr face.

“Heya, you must be my client! It’s great to meet you!” They greeted heyr, voice energetic and lively. When Cyndy returned the handshake, their grip catching heyr by surprise, shey smiled back with a nod. Their friendly nature immediately put heyr at ease.

Enough for heyr to not notice the way they looked heyr up and down almost slowly, just as entranced as shey was by appearances alone, eyes lingering on the piercings along the bottom corner of heyr lip and the way heyr dirty blonde hair cascaded over heyr shoulders.

“Yes, uhm, I’m Cyndy.” Heyr voice snapped them out of their short daze and they gulped, grin back on their face in an instant. An attempt to brush off sappy feelings.

"Great! Just follow me to my room in the back and we’ll start with getting ready for the tattoo.” They gestured for Cyndy to follow them and they both walked through the waiting room and to a different room.

Once inside and closing the door behind them, they turned back to heyr with the same grin on their face.

“I already have everything set up, so just take a seat and we can get started.” Shey heard them pulling on black plastic gloves as shey sat on the long leather chair in the center of the room, making heyrself somewhat comfortable.

“So, I know you said it was a rib tattoo you wanted over the email, and the design you sent looked great! I was surprised you made it yourself, it looked so good!” Their grin turned cheeky, speaking in a lighthearted tone. “You sure you’re not a tattoo artist yourself?”

Cyndy fought back a smile from their compliments. “Who knows, maybe someday you’ll have competition.” Shey jested back, earning a dramatic, fake gasp from them. They both had a good laugh from their banter before going back to the task at hand.

“Alright, I just need to know the placement for where you want it and we can get started!”

At their words, shey chewed heyr lip nervously. Shey felt somewhat embarrassed mentioning where shey wanted it to be done, and didn’t mention it when shey contacted them via email. A stupid decision on heyr part.

“So… I don’t know if it’s something you do or are comfortable with, but I want the design, um,” shey paused to gesture under heyr bust with a cupping motion. “Under these. Like, along the underside.”

Sloan seemed surprised for a moment, eyes widening and a blush darkening their cheeks, before snapping back to being as professional as they could.

“A-Ah, so, basically a sternum tattoo then…? That explains why the design was curved downwards...” They chuckled to themself as they pulled out a picture of the tattoo design they had printed, before looking at heyr with a creased brow. “If this is your first tattoo, you sure you want a rib one? I’m not trying to stop you or anything, it’s just that they’re pretty painful!”

Cyndy huffed. Shey’s heard that warning before numerous times, both from friends and countless anonymous people online. But it didn’t deter heyr in any way. “I think if I can handle braces, I can handle getting tattoos.” Shey spoke in a lighthearted confident tone.

This made Sloane let out a genuine laugh, a sound that made Cyndy’s face feel warm and flushed.

“Haha, fair enough! But if it gets too bad, let me know and we can take a break, okay? You’re my only client for today so we have all the time you need!”

They felt the urge to place a hand on heyr leg in a gesture of reassurance, but stopped themself before they even could. It would most likely be seen as unprofessional. And damn did shey make it hard for them.

Giving them a nod, as well as feeling comforted by their concerns, they both had started discussing any adjustments towards the design as well as improving it so that it showed in the middle of heyr cleavage as well. And after a few minutes of more discussion, questions, and looking over measurements, it was time to stencil the design onto heyr body.

Sloan glanced at heyr eyes and gulped silently. For some reason they felt nervous about doing this part with heyr.

“Um, well now you’ll have to change so we can do the stencil and tattoo. Are you prepared, or do you want to… borrow something?” They asked, gloved hand rubbing the back of their neck almost nervously.

Cyndy perked up, a blush blooming across heyr cheeks again. Sloan couldn’t help but find the rosy color cute.

“Right, uhm.” Shey reached down for the bag shey brought in with heyr. Opening it up, there was a button up sweater, water, several snacks, headphones, and something else Sloan couldn’t see very well.

“I looked online and a lot of people said to bring stuff for breaks and to keep me distracted, and something to wear so I don’t get cold but so you can still work, so… I think I’m prepared.” Shey rambled and gave them a smile before remembering something, brows raising for a moment.

“Oh yeah, and-“ shey pulled out the mystery item. “Nipple coverings, to hopefully make it feel… less awkward.” Shey fidgeted with the package,

Sloan blinked, staring at the bag for a moment before looking back up at heyr. Shey really did come prepared… and damn was it cute! Quickly snapping themself out of it, they gave heyr a lopsided grin.

“Well, that makes it easier for me, actually! And good on you for preparing yourself! I can just, uh… turn around, and let you change, just let me know when you’re done!” They faced the corner of the room, arms stiff by their sides as they kept babbling. “No pressure… at all.”

“Let me change already.” Cyndy spoke jokingly and even snickering at the fact they actually stopped. It took heyr a few minutes to change and figure out how to work the coverings, cursing quietly under heyr breath(which made Sloan bite back a chuckle), and once shey was done shey spoke up.

By the time they had turned around, shey was sat back down on the chair, shirt discarded and sweater hanging open. The sight of heyr bare skin and covered breasts were surely testing their professionalism. And unfortunately for them it seemed painfully clear to Cyndy, who started feeling shy under their fixed gaze. An awkward cough from heyr was enough to snap them out of it.

Gulping and grounding themself, Sloan gestured to the chair as they went to grab stencil tools, cursing themself for the stutter in their voice as they told heyr to lay back in the chair.

As they started working the stencil onto the transfer paper, hunched over just a tad, Cyndy took this moment to take in their features once more. When focused like this, their expression seemed more relaxed.

Apart from the slight pout of their bottom lip that Cyndy found cute.

Shey knew it's weird to be staring, especially towards someone shey had just met, but shey couldn't bring heyrself to look away from the attractive artist.

Looking over the design once more, Sloan felt intrigued by the rune-like lettering. “So what’s the story behind the design? Looks a lot like runes.” They piped up to start small talk. Both to put their client at ease and to stop getting distracted. Cyndy perked up at this, blinking as shey snapped out of heyr daze.

“Oh! Well… It’s kind of nerdy, but it’s from a game I really love and have played for years. It’s the dragon language from Skyrim.” Shey explained nervously, always afraid to gush about heyr interests. But luckily for heyr, Sloan turned to heyr with a twinkle in their eyes.

“Hey I’ve heard of that game! Well of course I did, since it’s kinda popular… I’ve never played it myself, but I’ve seen a few things about it here and there,” They smiled. “But that's so cool! I had no idea about the whole... Dragon language thing from it!”

There was a pause in the conversation as they turned to heyr, moving to spread the paper under the curves of heyr bust. Their eyes turned heated for a moment as shey brought heyr hands to move them up before glancing back up at heyr eyes under their lashes.

"So, if it's a languange, then what does your tattoo mean?" They asked as they pressed against heyr skin gently. The eye contact made heyr blush, as if their hands weren’t mere centimeters away from heyr breasts. Shey pursed heyr lips for only a moment in thought, letting a soft hum sound from heyr throat.

“Well, the letters spell out ‘Brit Dovahkiin’. Which means ‘Beautiful Dragonborn’,” shey wasn’t wrong, they couldn’t help but think to themself. “I guess it’s like… something personal to me. Like a nod to Skyrim and something that’ll make me happy when I look at it.”

As shey murmured, they watched heyr speak with softness in their gaze, thumbs rubbing against the skin over heyr ribs. The strokes over heyr skin felt soothing and shey relaxed in their hold.

"That, and doing something like this could bring some excitement in my life."

With a snort, Sloan nodded as if in agreement. A few minutes of silence passed before they peeled away the paper. Glancing down, shey could see just part of it

"If it'll make you happy, that's all that matters," they grin at heyr, chipped tooth shining. "And I think it looks pretty badass on you so far!" They took notice of the rosy blush blooming across heyr face, never tiring of how beautiful it looked, their grin softening.

But now it was time for the hard part. For Cyndy, at least.

They stood up only for a moment to move the metal cart over by the chair, glancing up at heyr. Shey took a deep breath at the sight of the needles and ink, already imagining the sight and feeling of it piercing heyr skin. Sloan’s hand hovered over one of the needles as they seemed to sense heyr unease. “Nervous? Don’t flake out on me now!” They teased, giving Cyndy a grin that made heyr let out a snort of laughter.

Their gaze softened though. "But seriously, let me know when you're ready. Want you to be as comfortable as possible here.”

The flurry of butterflies just from the look in their eyes alone made it hard for heyr to relax, taking a few breaths to soothe the beating of heyr heart.

The pain of the tattoo was only a part of the process and Cyndy knew it would have to be over with sooner or later, cute tattoo artist or no. Stalling would only make it more unbearable.

"No no, I'm ready. I can do this."

They grinned. "'Atta girl!"

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(I'm gonna do this in two parts since this is getting a little long, hhhhhh and now I go hide in a hole until I make part 2…….)

[teacakeezz]

I have a crazy totally hypothetical question; if I were to…. Write a selfship one shot involving Venture from overwatch on my writing account, would anyone be interested in reading it…..

[video-killed-the-internet-star]

Here’s some Cynffany angst for you all

[teashopwritingzz]

Hello, I'm sorry to ask on this profile, as I understand you no longer take requests, and this isn't really a story or headcanon request so I hope you don't mind. But I was just curious on how you chose the tea for each Twisted Wonderland character (Like I think when so one requested Riddle they got a Rose Milk tea?) and if maybe had a key for them? Again, sorry to bother you

Hi!!

Just popped back onto this account and saw your message just now, so sorry for not responding for so long! Of course I don't mind answering

It's because when I started this account I wanted to have an aesthetic "flair" to it like so many other writing accounts I had seen. And so I went with a cafe/tea theme since I thought it would be cute! It did take me a while to look for different types of tea and specific tea recipes for each charac ter though, but it was fun!

And I did write a key of all the kinds of tea I associated with the characters! It's pretty old, it was made in 2021-2022, so it doesn't show any new characters from events like Rollo akjdksj

[chamomileteainabuttercup]

in terms of developing shared interests I think a surprisingly easy one for Steve and Eddie would be the WWF, as it was in the '80s before cutting a deal with the panda fanciers; Steve appreciates pro wrestling from a more jockish perspective (he will argue any time that it is a real sport) while Eddie comes to it from his weird drama kid angle (he adores the larger-than-life personas of the wrestlers and always cheers for heels).

they are adamant that getting pizza and watching WrestleMania counts as a really good date night

[thebreakfastgenie]

Anyway this is a Josh Lyman Noel song to me but it's also a great blorbo song:

[Verse 1: Billy Joel] Everybody's got a million questions Everybody wants to know the score What you went through It's something you should be over now Everybody wants to hear the secrets That you never told a soul before And it's not that strange 'Cause it wouldn't change what happened anyhow But you swore to yourself a long time ago There were some things that people never needed to know This is one that you keep, that you bury so deep No one can tear it out

[Chorus: Billy Joel, Cyndi Lauper, Both] And you can't talk about it 'Cause you're following a code of silence You're never gonna lose the anger You just deal with it in a different way And you can't talk about it (No, you can't talk) And isn't that a kind of madness To be living by a code of silence When you've really got a lot to say

[Verse 2: Billy Joel] You don't wanna lose a friendship There's nothing that you have to hide And a little dirt Couldn't hurt no one anyway And you still have a rage inside you That you carry with a certain pride In the only part of the broken heart That you could ever save But you've been through it once, you know how it ends You don't see the point of going through it again And this ain't the place and this ain't the time And neither's any other day

[Chorus: Billy Joel, Cyndi Lauper, Both] So you can't talk about it 'Cause you're following a code of silence You're never gonna lose the anger You just deal with it in a different way So you can't talk about it (No, you can't talk) And isn't that a kind of madness To be living by a code of silence When you've really got a lot to say

[Bridge: Billy Joel] I know you well enough to tell you've got your reasons That's not the kind of code you're inclined to break Some things unknown are best left alone forever And if a vow is what it takes Haven't you paid for your mistakes?

[Verse 3: Billy Joel, Cyndi Lauper] After the moment passes And the impulse disappears You can still hold back 'Cause you don't crack very easily It's a time-honored resolution 'Cause the danger is always near It's with you now But that ain't how it was supposed to be (No, no, no) And it's hard to believe after all these years That it still gives you pain and it still brings tears And you feel like a fool, 'cause in spite all your rules You've got a memory

[Chorus: Billy Joel, Cyndi Lauper, Both] But you can't talk about it 'Cause you're following a code of silence You're never gonna lose the anger You just deal with it in a different way But you can't talk about it (No, you can't talk) And isn't that a kind of madness To be living by a code of silence When you've really got a lot to say

[Outro: Cyndi Lauper] 'Cause you can't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah now, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah

[gleefulpoppet]

For the @gleedrabbleblog week #29 challenge.

“Blaine! You’re so ridiculous!” Kurt giggles, quickly glancing at his husband, who makes exaggerated hand movements and overdramatic facial expressions as he audaciously sings to him with the radio. His hair flying wildly from the rolled-down windows.

“If you're lost, you can look, and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you. I'll be waiting Time after time...

“Come on, Cricket! Sing with me!”

Kurt laughs, shakes his head, makes a microphone with his hand, and sings along when they reach the red light. 

“If you fall, I will catch Blaine. I'll be waiting…”

[butterflyinthewell]

This Piccolo statue of what he would look like live action got me to pull out an old fic and do a total rewrite that is very much in progress…

(The statues are from TSaber dot com)

My old Believe fanfic where a magic talisman lets me travel through my mirror to meet Piccolo, who is freaked out at seeing himself on my shirt. He demands to know where I came from, so I show him. He steps out into our world and ends up looking FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.

Only thing I did different is describing his eyes as dark charcoal gray, but they can look paler gray if he shrinks his pupils, which of course he can control at will.

He doesn’t have crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, his equivalent are folds that appear around them instead. So when he smiles, his eyes and cheeks crinkle a bit. His smiles always look sorta mean, that’s just how his face works.

He has a snaggle tooth, one tooth by his upper left fang that bends inward. It makes his smile really charming.

His fangs are huge, but the rest of his teeth are small and crowded together because he has more of them than humans do.

His skin is thick and has a texture like leather.

In the fic, Piccolo is not happy to discover he’s made up, but learns to live with it. It helps that I tell him he’s not lines on a page when he’s standing in my room.

He bumps his head on at least one doorframe in my house, because Tall Guy Problems.

It’s a shameless self insert.

I’m totally gonna learn to use ki, fly and all that, and I talk about how doing all that feels.

We’re gonna fight a villain together.

Piccolo takes me to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to train for this fight, and the first thing I do when I step out onto the white void floor is pass out from G-LOC. 🤣

There’s a lot more that I’m not telling. 😉

[sad-girl-autism]

Writes brutal murder scenes as Girls Just Wanna Have Fun plays in the background

[bunni-bun]

every day, i thank the lord that taiwan let louis and leo kiss boys cuz they deserve that 😌 nat and roy are darlings and also i love them all dearly

[rejectdolls]

reintroducing CYNDI PALMER.

[arting-it-out]

[lattea-cakeezz]

So quick little thing. This is a writing blog for my other account, teacakeezz! I’ve made a few in the past before to write for fandoms and dabble in x readers, but the motivation burnt out everytime.

So I decided I’m sticking with writing stories and oneshots for my ocs and self ships(self insert x character, oc x oc, etc.)

I don’t really mind if people follow or like my writings or not, I just made this so I could post my silly writings on here! But if you do take the time to read my things, thank you and I hope you enjoy em 🫶

[whitetiger1249]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Barbie (Movie 2023) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Stereotypical Barbie, Weird Barbie, Physicist Barbie, President Barbie, Writer Barbie, Doctor Barbie, Reporter Barbie, Lawyer Barbie, Journalist Barbie, Beach Ken (referenced), Gloria (referenced), Sasha (referenced) Additional Tags: Why are the Barbies characterized by actress/actor?, It's GIRLS NIGHT!!!, Sleepover with Girl Talk!, more like: cry & divulge secrets & debate, Weird Barbie knows what's up, Group convos are hard to write, Stereotypical Barbie gets to pour her heart out with the other Barbies Series: Part 1 of looks so alive (turns out, i’m not real) Summary:

All the Barbies get together for one last sleepover and girls night post the attempted Ken takeover and the attempted coup to turn Barbieland into Kendom.

With Gloria and Sasha asleep upstairs in Sterotypical Barbie’s (SB) queen bed and the fact that Barbies always woke up perfectly no matter how late they stayed up, meant that it was finally time for SB to dish on all the details about her adventures in the human world.

Like . . .

“Did all the human girls and women give SB a big hug and thank her profusely for fixing all of womankind’s problems?”

“What’s up with the patriarchy?”

“What was crying like?”

And more!