#I’m becoming obsessed again

[audblogforfanfics]

adding to this: Wen Ning is a spring sunrise, while Wen Qing is an autumn sunset

Lan Wangji is the winter sun and Wei Wuxian is the summer moon, you can’t convince me otherwise

[browngonzo888]

Finally working on Psychonauts comic again. This will be the last installment of the Prologue: Who’s chasing who. It’ll go right where the red circle is!

After that, we’ll finally get into 01: Plagiarism and Adult Magazines

I look forward to entertaining you all

[local-maenad]

I wanna make it so clear that I really like Fantasy High. I promise it’s not just Gorgug I like. Like the characters are so fun and distinct. I’m so impressed how something unscripted can make such a fun and compelling story. Gorgug was an accident I swear

[xiaeom]

i don’t know if i’m reaching but something about asmodeus’s fall is so gutt wrenchingly devastating because of the fact that it parallels the type of love many people face before and after “puberty” — before, he became a demon everyone doted on him often and proudly but after the fall he became deprived of the same innocent affection -> from angel to object (??)

[star--anon]

Gally hides a lot of his panic attacks and nightmares that he got after he went through the Changing in a desperate attempt to be liked again in the Glade

He was kind of universally hated in the books, apparently becoming extremely unlikeable after he got Stung

which is honestly so sad. What he saw drove him slightly insane and he couldn’t handle it and shut down.

[starridge]

obsessed with how someone wrote a creepypasta about a lost episode of spongebob, which over a decade later got referenced in an actual episode of spongebob, only for that reference to be replaced because of the network requesting it be covered up and parents complaining.

[human-being61]

The bottom shelf of my bookcase is the “Hall of Important Books” aka the books that mean the most to me. In it we have Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, A Tale of Two Cities, and of course, the entire The Folk of The Air series

[wanderfan2000]

“Hey! Nobody and I mean nobody picks on this wandering weirdo but me!”

[longlegsnamjoon420]

I’m gonna be anxious for every therapy session huh. Great. 👍🏻

[attanos]

i need to replay dai. i need to write fic for elera. i NEED to commission elera and solas art.

[glitterandgoldrush]

cooper clay

[ct-hardcase]

can’t tell if I’m mad that I still care about eighth as a character or mad that I care about him less

[crossbackpoke-check]

favourite tag novel, you said? well, i have a few but there are a couple i really love (i'm on anon bc this is a sideblog so i can't post links smh) but anyway:

the little juraj/arber locker room vid. you wrote it like a mix of domestic fluff/romcom and pointing out the size difference even though they're both pretty big guys?? be still my heart. also juraj gives off so many giant puppy vibes and i love him for it

the mcdrai moment after connor gets injured. i've only been in this fandom a short time but i already know mcdrai are pretty popular (one of the reasons i didn't pay much attention as i'm more of a rarepair girlie) but that set and your tags have actually gotten me invested in them?! like, the tenderness? and the way connor seems so stunned by it? plus the oilers video coach thirdwheeling in the bg hehe (anyway, i have a potential new ship thank you)

i'll stop now but if you ever see your tags added onto any rbs of mine (with credit ofc) that's because they're amazing and everyone else should see them too. (ps, i hope the change in your life goes smoothly for you and you feel better soon!)

- @softvikings

i had to just sit down and look at this ask for like. three hours i’m not even kidding and this response still does not convey how deeply touched i am 🥹😭 it’s going in a bulleted list because looking back at all of them made ME feel feral all over again

juraj/arber is such a sleeper pairing to me as in I forget that the montreal canadiens exist (sorry) and then i see everyone on their team and get activated (screaming about juraj paying arber back with dinner for PROTECTING HIM)

as someone who also initially had no mcdrai emotions (rip dylan strome i still love your narrative deeply) i think the experience is universal… they’re so deeply unhinged about each other that i can’t even put it into words but My God Are There Narrative Implications

kissing you (with consent) full on the mouth and blessing you to be in my tags any time you want!!!! peer review and collaboration at its finest 🥰💕🥹

[rooolt]

ultimately my brain is rotten and the only two avenues I have for writing fanfiction with actual plot is either deeply complex AUs with more exposition than I have the energy for or fucking sitcom plotlines

[4ce-of-2pades]

for Mugman :3

(i have no idea if you were actually asking or not ijsfkjfks)

(I was actually asking. I’ve mentioned a lot of different fandoms on this blog, so there’s a lot of characters I could answer for.)

[fangirlerastour]

omg i just scrolled through the hayffie tag and found you (i am currently in my hayffie rabbit hole) buttttt please can u write an angsty fic im in the mood to cry haha

Hey, lovely! I hope you’re doing well. I’m still getting used to writing for these two, so this might not be brilliant but I hope this is okay, perhaps not extremely angsty but halfway there maybe x

XxX

‘Couldn’t you sleep?’

His question hangs in the air as he sees her in a cloud of smoke from cigarettes she claims not to touch. She takes one from him from time to time, on days when things have been particularly trying. Like today. 

‘No,’ she says, her voice quiet, tired and so unlike herself. ‘I…your insomnia must be rubbing off on me.’

‘Well, for that, I must apologise,’ he stands beside her, looking out at the city he wishes he could run from, he’s never liked talking but he feels he wants to talk to her. He needs to talk to her. But her eyes are trained on the horizon, the silence nearly kills him. ‘Maybe we should start a club, insomniacs anonymous, members might be lacking, but the meetings will be regular enough. We could get t-shirts.’ 

He’s rambling, willing her to say something, she usually fills silence the way an artist fills a canvas. But she doesn’t and he finds he hates the sound of his own voice. 

 He lights another cigarette, holding it between his lips and then he holds it out to her, an olive branch, or the best he can offer, because whilst he desperately wanted to hate her when they first met, he couldn’t. And who else will understand the agony of it all if not her? She loses them too. 

She takes it with shaking hands, her fingers lightly brushing his, perfectly manicured nails ghosting over his skin. She appears fragile and that isn’t a word he ever thinks of or wanted to think of when looking at her. She is his safe harbour because, despite their differences, he relies on her. He relies on her infallible nature, her optimism and her sureness in everything. She was his touchstone, whether he likes it or not, and in that moment he realises something that frightens him - perhaps it was all an act?

Like a china doll, so beautiful and admired, the cracks were appearing, hairline fractures being ripped apart at the seams and there was nothing he could do to stop it. She wasn’t unbreakable.  And she would be someone else he can’t save. 

He watches as she takes a drag and he finds himself hoping it helps, hopes it steadies her, calms her, brings her back to him. Perhaps it’s a selfish thought, he thinks those things because he needs her, but he thinks them all the same. He has his vices, they don’t always work, something has to work for her. She is enigmatic and complicated and he still knows so little about her, even after all this time, and somehow knows her completely at the same time. 

‘Those things will kill you,’ he jokes, a dark joke but it’s the closest thing to humour as he can muster. He watches as she blinks hard, her mask falling for a moment before she looks at him.

‘I’m half dead anyway,’ her words have a meaning he isn’t sober enough to catch, but there is something sobering to them too. 

She holds the cigarette back out to him and he takes it back wordlessly, wanting to say more but words have never been his strong suit. How can he tell her how hard it will be for him if she loses it? A tender understanding passes between them, in a haze of grief and rage and resignation. He needs to know more. 

 But he senses he never will.