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Super tired super burned out but wanting to create so much and yet nothing. Nothing at all. Aaaaa it's driving me nutssssss
#sigh#I mean I still did something today#I did a whole drawing#but it's not what I wanted and then no one seemed to care much for it#and so I'm like spiraling a little bit#at least I had a good coffee mug and I watched singin in the rain#and sang#and talked to my family etc#things are ok I just seem to be in a sort of uncomfortable space with my creations right now#also monetarily it's been dire#but ya girl is going forward I mean no use in complaining things will look up soon#and I got other stuff I do I just don't have the energy to do it right now#can't even drink more coffee I already took my daily 330ml#no idea how much that is in oz#I also started writing a fic today#maybe I do too much...#wmp.txt
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fast sketch of my one-shot with Ominis💓
legilimency
Word count: 1.700
Rating: M (language)
Ominis Gaunt is a lost case - lost to the whims of one very determined Gryffindor sitting at his side.
They sit in the back of the History of Magic classroom, the only two students not lulled to somnolence by their professor. He: trying his hardest to focus on Professor Binns’ droning (easier said than done). She: trying her hardest to distract Ominis while not being entirely sure of being successful or not (easier attempted than understood).
Professor Binns is completely insufferable, of course. Ominis wonders if the ghost is as blind as he is: Binns willfully ignores the fact that all of his students use his class as an excuse to get a nap in (maybe he simply doesn’t see them sleeping - only one of many reasons why Ominis has decided he could never be a professor), rambling on and on in the most boring way possible. As if he were trying to be as dull as possible (maybe he does it to avoid interacting with the students which…can’t be to blame). In a different life, Ominis could see himself quite liking the subject, but as things stand he despises it.
Especially now.
Ominis fervently wishes that he could fall asleep.
Then, he might avoid hearing her thoughts - they’re consuming him and he can’t ignore them as much as he would like to.
Normally, he loves this class - not the subject, obviously - but the class itself, for the sheer fact that it is the only time where he gets some peace and quiet. Everyone’s minds nice and quiet and shut off for the time being while they sleep. Although he has gotten used to ignoring the thoughts of everyone around him, their various voices mixing and mingling with each other into a dull thrum in the back of his mind, it is nice to have some quiet once in a while.
But right now, with everyone asleep except for the Gryffindor at his side, her thoughts are so loud it’s like she’s screaming at him.
So here he is, wishing he could fall asleep, leave the class, maybe turn off the infernal legilimency that has haunted him his whole life.
(His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)
He is stuck listening to her.
It doesn’t help that she seems to have caught on to him - something he had managed to avoid until now. Nobody else, not even Sebastian or Anne, has ever suspected a thing. But, in all fairness, those two are extremely loud and say every single thought that passes through their minds out loud even when they should remain quiet, and nobody else has had the opportunity to spend enough time with Ominis to begin to suspect anything.
Until her.
He had to go and let that blasted girl worm her way into his life, not leaving him alone ever, always looking for excuses to talk and ask his opinion, and being so intelligent that he wanted to invite her to study with him and talk with him and…
Since it happened a few nights ago, he hasn’t stopped cursing himself for that stupid offhand comment he made. They had been studying in silence in the library together, by the history books where nobody else ever ventures (thank you, Professor Binns), and he could have sworn that she asked him if he was finally going to walk her back to her common room (he blames a lack of sleep and wishful thinking for this mishap). His traitorous face had flushed and he had jumped at the chance to escort her - maybe she would let him carry her bag, or… - only to feel his whole body go cold and his stomach drop when her response wasn’t what he’d expected.
A pause: then: a confused voice: ‘Ominis, I didn’t say anything.’
His Gryffindor wasn’t stupid like Gryffindors were normally wont to be. He knew her, and he knew that after his monumental mistake, the gears in her brain were turning and he was terrified that somehow she had figured it out.
(His Gryffindor?)
She had been unusually quiet around him since then, although he bitterly noticed that she was still acting normally with everyone else. Still finding every opportunity to punch Sebastian in the shoulder and laugh with Anne, still whispering with Natsai about Merlin knows what, still…
But she had been avoiding Ominis. He couldn’t stand it.
Well, avoiding him right until this stupid class, when she had to go and sit right next to him (ignoring the fact that she always sits next to him in History of Magic, that everyone already has and adheres to their unofficial seats), and he can’t ignore her.
She’s pretending to take studious notes, but he knows better. The scratching of her quill blending with the droning of Professor Binns’ voice but not drowning out her thoughts. They float above the other noises, her voice sweet and piercing. Ominis wonders vaguely what she’s actually writing, because he’s positive it isn’t notes.
Professor Binns looks so sexy right now with his medieval hat, talking about…whatever it is he’s passionate about. I wonder if he would let me talk to him after class without floating through me like he normally does…
Ominis is determined not to react. She’s obviously trying to bait him. But…what if she is attracted to Professor Binns? Is he an attractive man? At the thought, the fist that’s resting on top of his desk clenches, but he works to make sure his face remains impassive. Apart from a twitch of his lips, he thinks he’s been quite successful.
She: huffing and shifting in her chair, her robes rustling as she crosses her legs. He: keeping his head facing forward, steadfastly ignoring her.
She changes tactics.
Maybe she’s just as insufferable as the other Gryffindors, after all.
I wonder what Ominis would say if he knew I woke up moaning today after a dream about him -
He shifts slightly in his seat, hoping that she’s so busy taking notes (who’s he kidding) that she won’t notice his discomfort as his trousers tighten -
…the girls in my dorm have been bothering me nonstop about who I’ve been mooning over but I don’t want them to…
His hand is in such a tight fist it’s a wonder he’s not breaking any fingers as he tries to remain as still as possible, but his traitorous arousal is making her thoughts harder and harder to ignore. Had he ever been able to ignore her?
…his tongue was deep inside me as I screamed his name…
He feels his face heat up at the thought - where had she learned such vulgar language? - and his whole body stiffens. He’s sure that she can feel the tension and warmth radiating off of him in waves but that…she…his insane little lion keeps shouting at him in the silence of the classroom. She’s now stopped all pretense of taking notes and is sitting stock still.
…his cock deep inside of me as…wait…what else did I hear Garreth say to Leander that night?…um… She shifts uncomfortably, her knee grazing Ominis’s as she moves to squeeze her legs together. It’s all he can do to not groan and remain impassive. Oh god…I…what’s that feeling? This was just supposed to get back at him for probably - maybe - reading my thoughts and I’m officially insane because how would he even be able to do that?…his ears turning red from embarrassment are so adorable and I can’t stand this anymore and…
Ominis tries his hardest not to move his head in her direction. His jaw flexes. Maybe he can drown her out if he starts reciting potions ingredients, or if he focuses on what Professor Binns is saying, but even he knows its futile. He’s hanging on to her every word - thought? - and his head slowly turns in her direction as she keeps going.
…does he know how much I think about him? Oh god, what if he dreams of me the same way I…
He slams the open book in front of him shut, the loud noise causing Sebastian to jerk awake and babble incoherently for a moment before slumping back over his desk, drooling and snoring lightly. Nobody else in the class seems to notice except her of course. Blissfully, she has stopped talking - thinking - and he can finally -
It’s no use. He needs to get out of there. She has invaded his mind and…What if she starts up again with her filthy thoughts that are bleeding into his own and -
Did he hear me? I didn’t actually think…oh god, can he hear me now? What have I done?
Ominis very slowly brings his hand over to where he knows hers is. The quill falls out of her hand and he hears a sharp intake of breath at their contact. His fingers trace her knuckles and then he slowly trails them up her arm. His fingertips are so sensitive that he could swear that he feels every thread that he passes, her skin warm and alive underneath the fabric. Then to her neck, her throat bobs and he feels her erratic heartbeat. Finally, he reaches her face. She remains very, very still as his fingers brush over her features for the first time.
He has never touched someone like this before.
Her skin is like velvet, soft everywhere he touches. Now that he knows what it feels like he’s not sure he can go back to before. His fingers trace the curve of her eyebrows - he finds that her nose is straight before it flares up a tiny bit at the tip - his fingers ghost over her impossibly soft lips. He drags his thumb across her bottom lip as her tongue darts out to wet them. It’s impossibly intimate and the world has melted away and it’s just the two of them in that moment.
He leans forward.
“Ominis, I…” she whispers, stricken.
His hand moves to tuck some of her loose hair away from her face - does she always wear it like this? - and his lips brush against her ear. He inhales deeply, her sweet smell invading his senses. She shivers under his touch and he breathes, “I heard everything.”
#bahahahahahahahah I need to practice drawing Ominis MORE👹#he is just SO DIFFICULT IDK WHAT IT IS😔🙏#anyways I LOVE writing his POV!!!! & I hope I did him justice🙏#I haven’t really read any HL fanfic ever & nothing from Ominis so idk how people normally think of him#but this is my version😇😇#hope you all have/are having a good weekend!!#spent yesterday at the beach with my niece/nephew (3&8) and we built intricate sandcastles for our hermit crab army#then played board games all afternoon#& today my friend visits from 11am to 8pm and we are going to yap all day💓💓🙏🙏#should I post more of my writing????? tbh I started writing before these fan arts😅#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#Ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt fanfiction#ominis gaunt fanart#hogwarts legacy fanfic#this is an unnamed mc as of now but since she is also goi g to be in the longer fic I write I need to think of one#I’m open to suggestions!!!!! I was thinking Rosie🥹 but IDK#ominis gaunt x mc
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happy friday! here is a little bbts chapter 5 proof of life
When Tim comes down again his mouth is full of blood—bitten cheek—and his whole head throbs, an almost fizzy numbness flooding through his jaw in the sudden absence of pain. He struggles through another wheezing breath, wincing at the familiar sensation of torn muscles around his rib cage. “Ah,” Checkered Shirt is saying. “There does seem to be a localized paralytic effect. That last placement may have been counterintuitive; my mistake. But as we discussed, that’s the beauty of mistakes in a setting like this. The opportunity to learn from them.” Tim tips his head. Clumsily spits a mouthful of blood on the metal floor—evidence, he thinks hazily, if he moves me—and finds his tongue. “Funny how you still haven’t gotten what you want,” he half-slurs, “considering how many opportunities you keep having.”
#also today i drafted the official Moment of Realization and i am very excited#i've known roughly how & when it happens since i started the fic but finally got down to the details. peak fic writing feeling right there#anyway i keep wanting to share bits from this chapter as i write! and then feeling silly#also there's not much filler in this chapter so every snippet i've wanted to share felt too revealing or too confusing out of context#i'm a slow writer but it's going. it's going. they are suffering#my fic
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@steddie-week day 2: fluff | 1.8k words | teen and up
The door to the apartment slammed shut, followed by the jingle-clang of keys landing in the ceramic bowl Robin had made for Steve two years ago.
"Babe?" Steve looked up from the magazine he'd been flipping through and frowned at the stormy expression on Eddie's face.
Eddie barely acknowledged him, just swept past with stomping feet, dropping an absentminded kiss to the top of Steve's head as he made his way into the bedroom. A few moments later Steve heard the telltale thunk and flop of Eddie's bag hitting the ground and the man himself hitting their bed.
Ah, so one of those days.
Steve set down his magazine, folded his reading glasses neatly atop it, and pushed himself up from the couch to make for the bathroom.
~*~*~*~
Eddie wanted to die. Nope, no, he wanted to commit a homicide.
Actually, scratch that, being wanted for murder sucked.
What he wanted was for the world not to be full of a bunch of entitled little shitsacks who had never been taught how to talk to another human being who didn't have a white collar around their neck.
At least his bed was there to support him. The mattress was a little lumpy, sure, but nothing could outmatch the satisfaction of dramatically flinging oneself onto a flat surface after a shity day at work.
The sound of running bath water filtered into Eddie's awareness.
Okay, maybe one thing.
Steve usually allowed him a few minutes to sulk and brood when he got home feeling like shit. Sometimes interacting with any human (even someone he would literally—and nearly did—die for) was just too much.
"Eds?"
"Mmph." Eddie spit some of the hair that had landed in his mouth out, but didn't bother to raise his head more than half an inch off the bed to do so.
Steve chuckled. "Okay, five more minutes—otherwise the water will get too cold. I'm gonna go make us some tea."
Eddie raised an arm and waved vaguely in the direction of Steve's voice in acknowledgement.
He let himself drift for his five minutes to the sound of Steve puttering around the kitchen—grabbing mugs, teabags, the sugar jar—before peeling himself up off the bed when the shrill whistle of the kettle pierced through the relative silence of the apartment. If he wasn't in the bath by the time Steve made it there he'd be in trouble. Which could be fun, but it wasn't what he was in the mood for today.
Eddie stripped off his—itchy, sweaty, suffocating—uniform as he padded over to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he went.
~*~*~*~
Steve waltzed back into the bathroom with two steaming mugs in his hand to find Eddie already situated in the tub, knees pulled up under his chin, hair piled up in a messy bun, and one hand dragging lazily across the surface of the water.
Steve set both mugs down on the ground next to the bath. "Hey, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple.
"Hi." Eddie's voice was low and subdued.
“Bad day?” Steve asked as he pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Eddie shrugged. “You could say that.”
“Wanna talk about it?” Steve shucked off his jeans.
Eddie shook his head. “Not much to talk about.”
“Okay.” Steve folded his clothes, set them in a neat stack atop the closed toilet lid, and carefully lowered himself into the bath behind Eddie.
The water was just a touch too hot for his own comfort, but Eddie ran cold and preferred his baths on the scalding warmer side. (Shared showers were a trial. Eddie insisted that Steve was trying to murder him with frostbite. Steve maintained that Eddie was trying to boil the both of them alive.)
Some of the tension had already bled out just from being in the bath. Eddie’s shoulders were no longer curled up around his ears—instead, he was slouched forward into the water.
Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist and pressed a kiss to the patchy birthmark high up on his back, smiling when Eddie responded with a humming little sigh. “Wash my hair?” he asked.
“Sure thing, Eds.”
Steve reached over to grab the shampoo and tiny bucket they left in the shower just for this. “Wanna drink some of your tea before I douse you?”
Eddie didn’t say anything, but reached out blindly to grab one of the steaming mugs next to the tub. Steve didn’t bother holding back a snort that he’d managed to grab the “Don’t Bother Me, I’m Crabby” mug they’d nicked from Wayne.
Eddie took a slow sip of the tea, and the second he’d set it back down and straightened back up, Steve dumped a bucket of warm water over his head.
Eddie spluttered. “Babe, what the fuck!”
Steve snickered from behind him. “Just wanted to make sure you were here on earth with me, bedhead.”
Eddie shook his head like a rain-soaked dog. “You could have at least taken out the ponytail first!”
“I suppose I could have,” Steve said, lips twitching up into a smile as he reached up to start pulling Eddie’s dark curls from where they’d gotten tangled in the hair tie. “I got you talking again in something other than a monotone, though.”
“Maybe I was enjoying playing the dark, broody hero.”
Steve pinched Eddie’s side, which resulted in a high-pitched squeak, and a wild flail that had water splashing up around them. "Behave," Steve chastised—though the warning was undercut by the laugh of unconcealed delight he barked out as Eddie’s arms swung around him.
"You're the one assaulting me in my time of suffering!"
"Suck it up, buttercup,” Steve shot back, combing his fingers through wet curls and gently detangling each and every knot he ran into. He couldn't help but rub the silky-soft strands between his fingers as he went. Steve's own day had been slow and uneventful, but a quiet sort of unease had been hovering at the edges for hours. Drawing Eddie a bath and settling in behind him to wash his hair helped settle Steve back into his body just as much as it did for Eddie.
Steve began working shampoo into Eddie's roots, massaging his fingers into his scalp, and Eddie's head tipped back as he let out a pleased hum that sounded almost like a purr. "Love your fingers in my hair, Stevie," he mumbled, sounding a bit hazy.
"Yeah? Is that the only place you like my fingers?" Steve asked, right into Eddie's ear.
Eddie scrambled back upright and turned to face Steve with an alarmed expression on his face. "No! Why would you think that? Did I say something to make you think that? Please, I’m so sorry, baby. Please know that I love your fingers anywhere on me. Or in me. What if they went somewhere else right now?"
Steve laughed, grabbing Eddie's shoulder to turn him back around with one hand, and dipping the bucket back into the water to rinse the suds out of Eddie's hair with the other. When Steve was sure he'd thoroughly rinsed Eddie's hair he leaned past him to grab the conditioner and whisper in his ear, "You can get them somewhere else a little later if you're good for me, baby," before leaning back and clicking the bottle open.
"I'll be so good for you, Stevie. Just tell me what I gotta do."
"Keep still and don't sass me for the next five minutes."
Eddie's mouth opened and then immediately snapped back shut as he clearly decided that whatever his response to that was gonna be probably qualified as "sass."
"Good boy," Steve said simply, dropping another kiss to Eddie's back.
"I can be good when I wanna be," Eddie grumbled.
"Careful," Steve shot back, gently chiding. He methodically worked the conditioner through Eddie's hair in sections, tugging gently as he did, just for the soft satisfaction that ran through him every time Eddie let out a soft gasp in response to it.
"Always careful, Stevie," Eddie mumbled back, eyes fluttering shut.
Steve reached down to brush one hand over the scars running down Eddie's side. "Not always," he whispered, just a little sadly, as he pressed a firm kiss to the mostly-faded ring of scars at his throat.
"Mm, don't be sad, baby."
"Not sad. Just glad you're alive."
Eddie was quiet for a stretch, and Steve chuckled.
"What? What were you gonna say, asshole?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, love," Eddie replied, all faux innocence.
"You were gonna say something sassy just then, that's why you went all quiet. So, out with it, come on. How were you gonna sass me in response to me saying I'm glad you're alive?"
"Promise you won't hold it against me?"
"Yeah, baby." Steve leaned over to press a kiss to Eddie’s nose. "This one's a freebie."
Eddie looked over his shoulder with a wide grin, and a twinkle in his eye. "I was gonna call you a sap."
Steve rolled his eyes. "Oh, well, fuck me for being happy my boyfriend's alive I guess."
"I was actually hoping that you would fuck me," Eddie replied.
"You're pushing your luck, Eds," Steve warned, yanking lightly at his hair.
"Sorry, baby."
Steve ran his hands up and down the sides of Eddie's arms. "All forgiven, Eds."
Steve let his hands drift as he waited for the conditioner to rest—digging his fingers into the dense coils of muscle in Eddie's neck, smoothing his palms down the ridges of Eddie's spine, ghosting his hands up Eddie's sides. When time was up, he grabbed the bucket, turned on the tap to fill it with clean, warm water, and spilled it over Eddie’s head. Steve combed his fingers through the chestnut locks again, making sure he’d thoroughly rinsed them once more. The two of them fell still and silent, like two little stones in the river bed.
Steve loved this. The quiet trance they fell into, as Eddie relaxed into the water, and Steve pressed kisses into his lover’s skin, and they both forgot the mugs of tea that Steve made.
Steve separated Eddie’s hair into even sections, savoring the feeling of freshly cleaned locks passing through his fingers as he wove the strands together—over-under, over-under, over-under—and plaited Eddie’s hair down the length of his back. When he was done, he flipped the end of the braid back over Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie leaned further into him, pressing the length of his back against Steve’s chest.
Steve let his hands start wandering, and Eddie let out a soft gasp of surprise when the pads of Steve's thumbs brushed over both nipples. "Steve."
"Shh, I got you baby," Steve murmured, and let one hand drop down to where Eddie was stiffening up beneath the water.
"I know you do, Stevie," Eddie whispered back on a sigh and a gasp. "I know you do."
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#steddie#steddie week#steddieweek2023#steddie fluff#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fic#was hoping to get this up just before day 2 ended in my timezone but instead we're just past#i just threw this together today because the image of steve braiding eddie's hair popped into my head#may or may not throw this up on ao3 later#idk if i will do anything for the other days#(I did start something for day one which I may post late or separately at some point)#also it must be noted that the ceramic bowl is a mangled attempt at mimicking one of the scoops ahoy hats#and abandoning mugs of tea is something lifted from my own real life and partner lol#read writes
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Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)
#tw slur#vegaspete#pete saengtham#snippet#yu is writing#I started writing this today while waiting for my bus to arrive and wrote most of it on public transport <33#(hopefully it doesn't show lol)#there's a lot of context missing here but basically: VP visit yaai and a wild father appears#I didn't have space to include her unfortunately but just imagine her in the background with a sad look on her face#which is mostly fixed on Vegas :))#for no reason at all :))#due to a certain someone who I won't name (😤) I mayyy turn this into a fic? Maybe?#because 1. I did have a similar idea a year or so ago but never did anything with it and 2. this concept NEEDS to be explored more come on#because in my mind Vegas and Pete can't go to yaai's house until/unless Pete's father leaves#all their stuff is in her house#and they only have Vegas' car with which they traveled there#and Bangkok is too far away to go back now in the middle of the night (yes this happens at night time)#so basically what I'm saying is: VP will spend their night in the car :)#I'm sure the combination of an agitated Pete and a tired Vegas who's also equating Pete with his father due to their external similarities#will be a delightful experience for them both#I'm vibrating out of my skin just thinking about it#can I promise I'll write it and put it out there? Hell no#can I still get excited by the prospect of it happening? Hell yes#sorry I'm rambling a little too much over here#I just haven't felt this good writing in MONTHS#thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it <3333
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Starting Traditions
Two short drabbles, one angsty & one fluffy, as both a treat for Halloween & to celebrate reaching 250 followers. This was briefly looked over for mistakes & written in two sittings. Happy reading!
Dream steps through his portal & shivers at how still everything feels, the cold of the season not helping at all. Regardless, he shuts the portal behind him as he stares down at the grave in front of him.
In honor of Nightmare, it reads. It's a scrappy little thing, made by Dream in a fit of grief after he discovered what had happened to his brother.
Taken over by the corruption of the black apples, Dream hopes that Nightmare is dead. At least then his brother wouldn't have to deal with his body being controlled.
Dream shakes himself & begins to clean up the tiny grave, clearing away the plants that had started to grow over it in the time since he last visited.
Despite his earlier thinking, the grave was alright for something his age & skill set at the time could make. It wasn't long after he was freed from the stone, his shaky carving of the letters that made up the words evidence of his growing knowledge.
The grave itself wasn't anything special, just a rock that was big enough & soft enough to carve a message into placed into a clearing. It probably didn't even count as a proper grave, considering there was no dust to spread over Nightmare's favorite items.
The area was quickly cleaned up & Dream hesitates. He really should leave, he had things he could be doing. Was there a reason to stick around?
After debating with himself for a few moments, Dream slowly sinks to the ground in front of the gravestone, cross legged. "Hey Nighty..."
Dream's voice trailed off as he considered what he should say next. Maybe he could... "Did you know that people dress up & try to get candy? Apparently you sparked a tradition."
Leaning back on his hands, Dream reminisces as he continues to speak. "I remember the first time you did it, too. Covering yourself in branches & leaves & whatever foresty things you could find until you weren't recognizable at all. You even surprised me the first time I saw you!"
Dream pauses his story to laugh softly, sighing fondly after. "The villagers were terrified. Dropped everything they were carrying & ran at the sight of you. Not that you were that scary. Not to me."
Dream stops briefly to take a few deep breaths, blinking to clear the tears that were trying to gather. He clears his throat before continuing.
"Of course, being as clever as you were, you took the opportunity to take whatever sweets & goodies that they dropped until you couldn't carry any more! Then you would bring it home to share with me & we would giggle at how oblivious the villagers were."
Dream giggles quietly to himself with a smile on his face, leaning forward so his forearms rested on his knees. "Hey Nighty?"
There's silence for a few moments before Dream leans forward even more, whispering as if sharing a secret. "I miss you..."
Bonus Scene!
"Seriously, I did it once, or maybe a few times, I don't see why it became such a big deal." Nightmare complains, Ccino nodding along as if agreeing with the other.
The gang had been busy, having heard of the tradition of dressing up to receive candy & latching onto the idea. Who would turn down the idea of free candy after all?
Unfortunately, he couldn't trust them all in one place by themselves, & had to come along as supervision. So Nightmare watched from afar, seeing them running around & taking whatever they wanted, not just candy.
At some point he had called it a night & taken them to Ccino's cafe so they could wind down from all the excitement & exercise. Unfortunately...
Nightmare sighed as he heard Killer & Dust begin to wrestle on the ground, grappling with each other for some reason that he didn't care to know. Wondering why the other two were being so quiet, Nightmare looked over his shoulder & huffed out a soft laugh. That certainly explained things.
Cross was sitting at the table they had dumped their loot on, trying to subtly switch out sweets that he didn't like for chocolate from the other's piles. Horror, meanwhile, was lying on the ground with several cats on top of him with his eye sockets closed.
Nightmare shook his head, definitely not in a fond way, as he turned back to look at Ccino. Ccino, however, was attempting to hold back his snickering, causing Nightmare to scowl & wiping the smile that had unknowingly grown across his face.
This sent Ccino into actual laughter, a soft sound that made Nightmare scoff & roll his eyes, scowl softening. In the background, Cross let out a scream as he began to get chased by Killer & Dust, who had finally noticed Cross' attempted deception.
As Nightmare began to rant to Ccino once more, Cross tripped over Horror as he attempted to jump over him, sending cats scattering & causing the two chasing him to fall on top of each other, creating a dogpile. Despite the chaotic atmosphere, everyone was having a good time.
Except for maybe the cats who had their nap interrupted.
#this was written today by the way#i also came up with the idea for it today#i briefly looked this over for mistakes but if i look at it for too long i will start to hate it#so please take my treat on this halloween day#there's angst & fluff#so it's a treat for people who like just one of those & even more of a treat for those who like both#i would say this is probably suited for most audiences#i need to go to sleep#fic rec#utmv#dream sans#nightmare sans#ccino sans#killer sans#dust sans#cross sans#horror sans#implied character death#but no actual character death#angst#fluff#personal writing#mod sleepy
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i wish it wasn't so normal for people to complain about unfinished wips or fics that take a long time to update. because sometimes i think i have a really fun idea for a fic but it'd take a while for me to write, and i like talking about my work as i do it and i don't like writing entire fics over like 20k without sharing, because i lose steam. so if i were to write and post that cool fic idea, it'd be as a wip. and then i think about all the people who just refuse to engage with wips, or all the other people who would just go "update pls" all the time, and of how people only really comment in the first 24 hours something is posted and then it's lost to obscurity, and then i just go "actually whats the point in going through the effort writing this out? i'll just daydream about it now and then and be done with it." and then i don't write it. alas!
#rimi talks#shoutout to that one person who followed me from resi fandom and commented on one of my dc fics like ''pls update that resi fic''#also shoutout to all those tumblr posts about how theres nOthInG wOrSe than finding a GoOd FiC but its uNFiNIsHeD#i used to really like writing longfic but these days i kind of shy away from it bc it rly does get discouraging#like they say ''write for yourself'' and i do but i certainly dont share just for my own satisfaction yk???#anyways. i already have space fic and theres no need for me to start another fic. even if it would be fun.#ive also just been in a Mood about writing since yesterday and thats not helping matters 😔#but it feels like a stupid thing to be in A Mood about. idk. whatever jdlksk hopefully itll pass and ill be normal tomorrow :/#bc talking to duck earlier today we came up with a really fun mermay fic premise. but. writing? me? multichap again? lol. lmao even#like i would love to!!!!!! having two ongoing multichaps wouldnt kill me i like to pingpong between wips#but dealing with people whining about update times or telling me they refuse to read bc its a wip...... dunno if i can do that again fellas#okay. enough woes and whining. i guess i will go play a video game
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Wip Wednesday 🎄
I was tagged by the ever so lovely @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon and @rainbow-nerdss mwuah 💛
Welp a little later than usual but here I am! And uh apparently I added another Christmas fic to the pile because why not lmao but it's just a real short one and I'm aiming for it to be posted this week. 🫡
He was just about to decide what kind of disgustingly greasy takeout food to order, when the door clicked open behind his back.
He turned to see— Eddie. Because of course it was Eddie.
“Hey,” he said gently, shutting the door behind himself and Buck knew it was a little irrational right now, but it still warmed his heart that Eddie came and went like this; that he knew no matter what, he was always welcome here.
“Hi.” Buck gave him a weak smile over the brim of his beer bottle, unsure of what to expect.
“I just wanted to see if you were okay.”
“Why, did uh did I not seem okay?” Buck scoffed, just falling short of casual.
Eddie averted his gaze almost guiltily before pinning Buck with a knowing look. “No.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s fair.” Buck took a long swig of his beer with a grimace.
“You know it doesn’t change anything, right?”
“Uh no, Eddie, I really don’t know that.” Buck drawled and put the bottle down on the counter top with a loud clink.
“Bu—”
“Eddie, you’re leaving the 118. That- that literally changes everything!” He spread his arms widely, as if he could indicate just how much of that everything covered.
✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @ladydorian05 @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @eowon @heartshapedvows @nmcggg @watchyourbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie
#most of this is just a flashback to post 5x10 and the whole thing is barely 1.5k#I spent so much time screwing around today but at least I've got this done ugh#also I'm not 100% sure yet but the current lineup is: 510 - puppy - hospital - ski fic#so like a fic a week#but we'll see how things go#also also fun fact: I initially screwed myself over with this#because I wanted it to be short so I started writing it in present tense#which I can only hold up for like twitter threads and tumblr ficlets#but then it got longer and I had to go back and change it 🙃#it wasn't all that long but still ugh#anyway I shut up now#buddie#911#wip#the 510 fic
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@sanusoweek Day 6 - Gods and Demons
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 5
#one piece#sanuso#usopp#sanji#sanusoweek#god usopp#demon sanji#doodley doots#'oh i'm totally gonna get my childhood friends fic done today. for sure' <- the words of a lying liar#i did enjoy drawing this tho#thank u bib for giving me the idea of giving them auras bc i love it#also for the record i Will be writing fics for the last 3 days i haven't done yet#childhood friends is almost done & hanahaki's just gonna be a fun lil oneshot#time travel however :starts sweating:#im glad posts still get rbed to the sanusoweek blog up to a month late bc that bitch is gonna definitely Not be a oneshot
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DQB2ber Week 1 - Sports / Inktober Day 03 - Ace Spiker Malroth
I more used his working design than his final design, since it was closer to the hairstyle I was going for (read: I wasn’t sure how to draw his “horns” with the headband since they’re just too short to go into a high ponytail)
#dragon quest#dqb2 malroth#dq#dqb2#inktober 2024#dqb2ber2024#ebw.op#drawing#pen#gel pen#and then i gave him earrings instead of the necklace since i feel like studs would be fine to wear during a game?#but really it's just bc i like giving guys earrings lmao#and you can just make out that his jersey number is 4 since that's often used as the ace number#i started writing a vball fic where he's a right wing spiker and builder is a setter today#so i figured well why not draw it#also i should buy a volleyball to use for reference#i used a crocheted pumpkin that i hoped was close enough in size…
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last line tag
tagged by @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @lover-of-mine @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz 💖💖
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It’s a good few weeks, and it feels like everyone’s back on track, settling into their lives again, figuring everything out one day at a time. Buck’s happy. He has his awesome girlfriend, his best friend seems finally more at ease, even if the divorce is adding some stress, and his other best friend is happier than ever with his mom around. Everything’s finally starting to go great.
And then it all gets disrupted again.
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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jeeyuns
#the alive shannon fic#last line tag#buddie wip#buddie fic#wikiangela writes#my writing#fic snippet#clearly struggling to segue into the bombing lmao#my wips#skipped wip wednesday so have a lil line haha#thought id have the bombing written already but need to start getting ready for work so i guess writing's done for today lmao#i might be a little absent from the writing games in the next few weeks bc im just so exhausted lately lol#this scene I'm writing is so disjointed and out of order rn and i hate it i need to find more time to write it properly haha#but pls keep tagging me i love reading y'alls wonderful snippets!!#also what do we think shannon's job could be bc im trying to figure it out and have no clue lol#(also i have to actively remind myself of ali's existence and i can't wait until the break up so i don't have to anymore lmao)
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potential angst fic where the world just….collapses in on itself right before your very eyes. the sky is deep red in color, clouds gone, night doesn’t fall behind the horizon of your trees anymore. land is splitting into millions of pieces, people are falling into the ocean by the thousands. there’s chaos everywhere, and you’re sure that this is the official end of the world.
only thing is—you can’t die yet. not because you haven’t fulfilled your life’s destiny or whatever bullshit, no. you refuse to die a virgin. but luckily, so does your childhood best friend Bakugou.
the earth is still shifting and rocking when you both agree to it, sure that by tomorrow the house shattering storms will have moved to your region, that you’ll be dead by sunrise. so you spend the entire night encased in his arms, tangled in his bed sheets. you wish you had more time to try more positions, but you tick off most on your bucket list.
he’s surprisingly shy the whole time, a little huffy when he tries to stick it in and misses your hole because he’s so nervous, and also, there’s another earthquake happening at this very moment. he kisses you gentle, and breaths hotly against your neck whenever you squeeze down on him. it’s not enough time in the remainder of the world to make fun of him for being a one pump chump, and you can only hook your leg around his waist to make him keep going so you can experience your first orgasm with another person.
and the night is heavenly, blissful, full of sweet moans and tender touches. it all goes well, and you expect to wake up in some afterlife by the time ‘night’ is over.
….only thing is; you wake up the next day. in bed. beside Bakugou who looks at you just as confusedly.
“I thought we were supposed to be dead by now?” He asks you, turning on your tv that hasn’t worked since the birds fell out of the sky. but miraculously—the tv works. and it’s broadcasting extremely important news, a headline that makes you swallow.
apocalypse seemingly over: or are we being fooled by an angry god?
“What the fuck are we gonna do now?” You can hear Bakugou mutter, but you’re still stuck on the paler sky that’s starting to look more blue and the one bird on the branch outside your window and the people who’ve stopped wielding axes and started picking up shattered pieces of their homes. but you’re still even more so stuck on the fact that you just fucked your childhood best friend in his too big and expensive bed and lost your virginity for nothing. what the fuck are you gonna do now?
#new fic idea that will take me eight months to write lol leave me ALONE#but I love n cherish this idea sm#so much chaos for days#everyone’s convinced they’re gonna die#and then boom#nothing lmfao#imagine the awkwardness that ensues after#do you start a relationship with him? do you pretend it never happened? become fwb’s???#so many options and so many feelings surface#okay I’m done rambling lol#I keep getting these bouts of nausea and I hate it#someone put me down pls I just wanna feel NORMAL#also I started my mythology course today and I actually really like it#idk why I’m surprised Ive always love mythology lol#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬
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it feels like it took a decade to finish this, but I did it, it's done
My nearly 8k contribution to the Relvin/Vandran faction of the fandom, coming in much later than I hoped it would (but finished, finally, nonetheless)
#are there still parts of this i'm not really happy with?? yeah but GOD it needed to be DONE#anyway crackshipping treated seriously amirite?#hilariously i started writing this SO long ago but with how little time has passed in the campaign overall#it pretty much still fits in the current timeline lmao#relvin temult#vandran#critical role#relvin/vandran#also look at me! got my learner's permit yesterday and published a fic today--who even IS she??#rosie writes#sidenote: you should have SEEN the look on my face when i realized I still needed to write a summary for this#you have never seen a person more DONE in their life
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A little update; I've gone absolutely bonkers with writing between panicked revisions for Exams™ and thus can announce that Part 8 is gonna be around 16~k words (most likey somewhat above 16k tbh)
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( (;; o o) ??? )
#That's like 30-something pages according to this one word counter so yay#Idk how tf this happened since basically none of this is filler or angthing#(imo everything is either important or makes it less 'dry' to read so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)#(tbf I had to both break canon's spine AND align things to my liking (but not necessarily SIkuna's lol) so it took some effort heh)#I'm gonna try my best to finish it up today but if my eyes start hurting too much I'll sadly have to think of my health smh smh 🙄#(they're kinda randomly infected so like wtf sir ma'am mx'am I am in THE Reading A Lot time?? I got exams and fics to write!!#I did get some proper eyedrops for it but uhhhhhghh it's still rAthEr unpleasant smh smh)#Anyway yeah idfk where all these words came from but hope it'll be nice to read rather than '???'#ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ#Thinkings™#SIkuna#(deliberate misspell)#ryomen sukuna#jjk sukuna#syuuya#jjk#jjk fic#jjk fix it#jjk fix it fic#jujutsu kaisen#also that one place is supposed to say *anything not whatever misspell happened
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Started a new WIP and in my own true fashion, started on the middle. I already have 2k and I havent even began to scratch the surface. I'm soooo excited to be back at torturing my main boy Tim.
#tim drake my whumpee beloved#hes going to be so traumatized by the time i finish this#batman#also are you all proud of me i started this today and ive only been thinking about it since this morning#it usually takes me weeks to actually start the writing process#batfam#tim drake#bruce wayne#jason todd#dust writes#my fics
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it's a staring at the fic doc but not writing anything kind of night
#I have barely written anything for this qinwemma wta finals fic and yet I am still rereading the tiny amount I have written#sigh#I'm simultaneously so distracted but also not able to think about problem solving at all with irl stuff#today my friend told me it's okay to be more emotionally available and I legit almost started crying#...which has nothing to do with writing fic I'm just rambling now#ok. stop typing and just post
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