#Guess you'll just have to wait and see!

[braingobrrr]

my fic's coming out later today (even if it kills me) but to make up for me constantly prolonging its publish date... here's another tiny preview

[galactic-glamour-girl-posts]

Fic idea (feel free to steal, I probably won't get to writing this for like another year)

In the world of Animaniacs, toons come out of the paper they're drawn on, right?

Even if we assume that the moment shown above is just an in-universe recreation of what really happened when the Warners were drawn made for Newsreel of the Stars, the reboot still seems to support the idea that no special procedure is required to bring a toon to life. Once drawn, they are alive and can enter the real world easily.

OK.

So, Wakko's Wish (both according to the reboot and Wakko's Wish itself) is an in-universe fictional movie that the characters star in:

Pretty much every movie uses props, which means most items seen in the movie were props made specifically for the movie, right?

I don't know how long studios keep movie props for after a movie is released, but even though Wakko's Wish is an old movie now (it turns 25 this year!), it's not entirely impossible that the studio still has at least some of the items, costumes, etc. made for the movie. The reboot even supports this idea by (accidentally) implying that the Warners' costumes in the movie were kept and modified so that they could be used for Wakkiver Twist:

Maybe some were sold, maybe they're all collecting dust in a warehouse on the lot, the point is many of the props in the movie (especially if they were important, like for example…ones used as part of a big reveal…) probably still exist, not in an alternate reality, but within the Warners' world.

This means that there's a non-zero percent chance that the studio (or someone out there) still has this prop:

Assuming it wasn't destroyed, it has to be somewhere, right?

Somewhere where the Warners could find (or more likely, steal) it.

So I guess all I'm trying to say is...

What's stopping William and Angelina from hopping out of this thing?

[hashtagdrivebywrites]

Not yet! But don't worry, it's not because I forgot to include this scene in the published chapters 👀

Y'all, I am so tired I don't have the energy to blink.

Trying to wrangle the next chapters for both of my fics and some maybe-sorta-potentially new stuff (because I have no self control) is like trying to herd cats.

So. Chapter updates:

Chapter 9: Op: Rattle of Imprint:

Chapter 13 of Meandros:

hi, hello, Des, its been a while and I missed you like a dream

We're still neck deep in the drafting stage but I wanted to check in anyway since it's been a minute- I will update again when I'm editing. Y'all know the drill.

[genericpuff]

What do you mean/understand under the term "emotionally devastating" referring to lore rekindled plans?

[vaguely-concerned]

I think rye thinks it's incredibly adorable of davrin to be worried about him after the accidental hallucination tea experiment. that stoic option 'you know, I lived a whole life before you' contains a world of 'davrin, I'm a mourn watcher with a severely misspent youth behind me. I've been stratospherically high on things you couldn't and probably wouldn't want to imagine, this is barely a tickle'. to me.

[crow-caller]

good angel turns 7 goddamn years old on the 22nd I'm going to lose my head. did you know bad end is 6.5 years old. Did you know Angel radio is 8.5. Did you know I'm 27. did you know time continues ceaselessly forward and so do i

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

The girls are fightinnggggggg! But I'm sure they'll work it out...

Courtesy of the astonishingly talented @princington for my SCP au fic, Lazarus Woke With A Kiss. Please support them!

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A dark, warm-toned drawing of Tundra, a robot with bladed legs and mechanical hands both lightened by frost, and a face like that of a fencing mask. She wears a blue jacket with a fluffy white ruff and pockets on the shoulders and chest, a long green skirt with tassels and pale wavy lines at the border, and a brown belt with a pouch at the side. She's shown from the right, leaning back on a stack of pillows and a wooden wall as she looks out to the left, disregarding the open book in her hand, her legs bent in front of her. Under her is a yellow and red rug which pads gritty flooring, over her are series of low, round string lights, providing soft lighting in a room that's partially open to the night sky.]

it's a friend's birthday today yet again... in honor of the occasion here's a Tundra for @automatonknight :]

[avianii]

lmaoo I think this finally rivales the confused Goose I drew back in July for the best expressions I've ever drawn

[girlivealwaysbean]

pata hai i was looking through your chats on whatsapp to find your vdn ka address and i found a text ss from him that i sent you and it was something like unfortunately i'm not there but i do love you and i read that and had to sprint across the living room after reading that i can't believe it still affects me wtffffff when will it be overrrrrr i blocked him in august it should be over by now right

oh no😭 it's only been 3 months babe aur time lagega he was your childhood friend na and ahem

[apritellointeractive]

Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 2 - Part 1

>>Tie-breaker winner: FABRIC

>> Readers select a potentially abandoned cave with foot-branded boxes in it.

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

As April looks around the cave, she notices that the walls are made of familiar dark grey stone. Wherever they were portaled to, they’re at least within the borders of April’s kingdom.

However, that is a small comfort given their current predicament. 

Lining the stone walls are unlit torches, with some cobwebs wrapped between the wood and the rusty metal mounts. Blackened ash mars the stone above the torches, but it’s flaking off, leaving crackled patterns behind. 

As April’s eyes drift downward, she notices several wooden boxes littered along the sides, all bearing a red footmark. She furrows her brow—she doesn’t recognize that symbol. Does this symbol belong to the group that ambushed her convoy and attempted to kidnap her?

April turns her head, and she notices that the cavern continues to tunnel deeper into the earth, the path downward shrouded in unnerving darkness. The air coming up from the deep tastes almost stale; if this cave was used as a base for this mysterious group, it seems to be abandoned.

“Wherever we are, I don’t think we should stay.” The yokai guard informs as he helps April off her feet. “While this wasn’t their target destination, the two grunts appeared to know where they were. The longer we stay here, the more likely the rest of their group is to find us.”

The yokai guard tugs April toward the entrance of the cave, but April tugs her wrists out of his grip. “Wait!”

The purple-clad turtle turns to face her. “We don’t have time, Your Highness. Your safety is my highest priority, and I cannot guarantee it here.”

April gestures toward the boxes. “But there might be supplies! Something we can take so we’re not completely screwed trying to get back home.”

Well, her home, her true home. Not his. 

“You raise a good point. Alright.” The guard reaches for something behind his back, and in a flash of purple light a metallic pole appears seemingly out of thin air. “I’ll make quick work of the boxes so we don’t linger here longer than necessary.”

However, April’s staring in awe at the staff. “Wait a second, what is that? And where did it come from?”

The turtle pauses, looking at the staff in his hands. “It’s my titanium bō staff! A feat of scientific innovation, and my preferred weapon of choice. And it was just hidden within my armor, as it's collapsible.” The guard places one of his hands on the end of the staff and pushes, and in a flash of purple light the staff condenses back down into a thick, hand-sized cylinder in the palm of his other hand.

April’s eyes sparkle for several seconds, but then she blinks and tilts her head. “Wait, why were you using a sword? And why didn’t you use it against my kidnappers.”

“My b—Prince Raphael asked that I use a katana. He said it would be symbolic if our weapons matched your guards, something about showing respect and camaraderie.” The guard shrugs as if the reasoning is trivial and something he doesn’t quite agree with. “As for why I didn’t pull my beloved staff out earlier, I wasn’t confident that I had enough time to pull it out and use it to protect you. Using the lowly dagger to dispose of our enemy was logically the best option.”

Well, April certainly can’t argue with that. The kidnapper had a knife on her neck, so every second counted in saving her life. 

“That makes sense, but–” she gestures to the staff “–how can that cut open a box?”

“Ohohoho! Excellent question, Your Highness.” The staff extends outward and the guard fiddles with something in the center of the staff. “As I mentioned previously, this staff is a feat of scientific innovation, and there are a few tools packed into it.”

April has to hold back a gasp as the yokai guard presses a button and a small saw flicks out at the top end of the staff. Then the teeth of the blade start moving.

“Tada! A motorized saw, powered by my ninpō.” He places a hand on his puffed-out chest. “Impressed?”

April looks at the guard. This is probably the first time he’s appeared, well, happy, in front of her. He’s not scowling, or giving her dirty looks. And while he’s doing his very best to hide it, she can see a hopeful look in his eyes that she approves and admires his scientific accomplishments.

Does he not get enough praise back home or something?

Still, she indulges him. “Oh, it’s amazing! Ah–” April fiddles with her fingers “–I don’t think I ever learned your name.”

“It’s Donatello, future co-captain of the Royal Guard, Your Highness.” 

“Thanks! Well, Sir Donatello, how about you demonstrate how your saw can annihilate the boxes?” April asks, a smile dimpling her cheeks and a glint in her eye.

“With pleasure.” 

The saw makes quick work of the tops of all the wooden boxes, allowing April to riffle through the stored goods. As April searches through the first box, her eyes land on one particular item and she dives for it. 

“Sweet! A pair of pants!” She holds up the pair of black pants like a trophy. “This will make our journey much easier.”

Without hesitation, April manages to slip the pants underneath her dress, though it takes a bit of effort to get the pants on with the ruffles of her foofy dress getting in the way. 

Though her stupid dress will not be a problem for much longer. 

Once the pants are on, she turns to Donatello who’s cutting through the last box. “Sir Donatello. Do you mind cutting off the skirt portion of my dress?”

The guard immediately stops his saw and seems to choke on air. “I-I beg your pardon, Princess?”

“Can you cut the skirt portion of my dress?” April motions to the annoying garb. “It’s only gonna get in the way.”

Donatello looks mortified. “I don’t think that would be wise. You’ve already been separated from the convoy, and I am positive that your King would not be pleased if I returned you in such a poor state.”

“I really don’t care what my father thinks,” April shrugs, “Besides, I’ll just say it was my idea, or that the dress got ripped on a tree stump or something. You won’t take the blame.”

The turtle yokai hesitates, but eventually walks over and takes a small knife out of his staff. “If that’s what you wish, Princess.”

He makes quick work of the annoying skirt, cutting around her mid-thigh and turning the dress into something that reminds April of a summer chemise. He then cuts a ribbon from the discarded fabric and uses it as a makeshift ribbon, tying it around her waist so that the remaining portion of her dress is secure.

“There, how’s that, Princess?” He asks as he slots the small knife back into his staff.

“Oh, this is much better.” April stretches her legs, the first time she’s been able to do so this entire journey. “I hated that stupid dress.”

The guard pauses, tapping his bō staff before looking at her quizzically. “You… don’t like your clothing?”

April considers whether she should be telling the guard of her woes, but then shrugs. What’s he going to do, snitch on her?

“No. It’s… it’s what my father wanted me to wear when I met with Prince Raphael and the Lords and Ladies of your kingdom.” April shrugs. “Didn’t have much say in the matter.”

Donatello hums and nods. “I see.”

There is a pause, not quite awkward, but not quite comfortable.

The guard clears his throat. “Well, I think we should search the boxes and get a move on. We’ve stayed here long enough as it is.”

Together they ransack the abandoned goods, grabbing any supplies they thought might be useful. Sir Donatello ends up carrying most of the equipment while April takes a sheathed serrated dagger and slips it behind the makeshift ribbon on her waist. 

“Are you ready to go, Princess?” Sir Donatello asks, holding out a hand toward her.

April nods. “As ready as I will ever be.” 

Together they leave the depths of the cave, only stopping at the mouth to take in their surroundings. 

“I’m afraid I am not too familiar with your territory.” The yokai guard states as he looks around. “Do you have an idea of which way we should go?”

April bites her lip. They’re up high on one of the mountains, though she thinks she can see the path that winds through the terrain in the distance. It will take more than a day to get there, assuming they don’t get lost or sidetracked.

But how are they going to get there?

April looks immediately in front of her. To her right, she spots a rough dirt path with some weeds and plants starting to grow back along the path’s edge. To her left, she sees a more treacherous terrain, with stones and fallen branches littering the forest floor.

April decides… >> To take the dirt path.

<Ch. 1> <Ch. 3> <Ch.4>

[ravangie]

okay okay okay i FINALLY started working on the girl that's gonna reconnect me with my teenage emo self and i am VERY excited

[crashandswirl]

What kind of tragedy are you?

Written in the stars: Luther West, Alf Warner, Joseph Frost, Terri Morales, Bruce McGivern, Nica Pierce, Tiffany Valentine.

It had to end this way. We all know it. Only you were unaware. You had hope. Hope, of course, only makes it hurt all the more. We all knew you would look back, oh love, there's no other version of the story. And yet, alongside you, we still had hope. We believed in you, even though we knew you couldn't win. And you believed in yourself till the last moment. It isn't fair, is it? You didn't know you were doomed.

Self-inflcited: Cassandra Dimitrescu, Ana Lucía Cortez, Katarin, Jill Valentine.

You were given the chance to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never chose it. Not intentionally, oh no, you didn't know it was a grave you were digging. But with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. Every decision doomed you more. Had it been anyone else, they would have made it. But you? You are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. The true tragedy of it all was how preventable it was.

Doomed from the start: Inéz Diaco, Camila Salgado Díaz, M, Angela Miller, Vance Drew.

There was no way of winning, and you knew it too. But you still tried. You tried again and again and again to change it. You fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. It's not your fault. The game was always rigged against you. From the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. You didn't stand a chance.

Wrong place, wrong time: J.D. Salinas, Letty Ortiz.

It shouldn't have been you. Oh my love, you should have lived. If only. If only you had made a right instead of a left. If only your friend hadn't had so much to drink. If only it hadn't rained last night. Then everything would be fine. A butterfly could have flapped its wings at another time and you would have been fine. Safety was so close, and yet so far. But alas, the stars just had to align.

Tagged by: @pretty-isnt-pretty-enough (thanks for the tag! I was only gonna do like, four muses, but today is not a productive day lol)

Tagging: @torntruth, @tootyfuckingfruity, @mould-girl, @v-jestica / @slxver-scrxm, @bcrntalive, @bullet-x, + anyone else who wants to do it :P

[viralarcadian]

check it OUT

[notnights]

I really need to know if jax and gangle end up together in the story. It's so good yet so painful lmaooo

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

my coloc complimented me on my pronunciation today and i'm like :"")