#I'll write it

[flyingdorito]

Guys. Guys hear me out. They're the same, aren't they? They're the fucking same person! I can't unsee it. A redhead captain from space who can make any lesbian cry by just being on screen? A strong woman fighting in a war way bigger than her? Facing death daily? Don't tell they're not the same from different timeline. Or they could be related. Gods I'll have to write some fic about those two! Iria Solari and Jane Shepard are the same, the two parts of a whole thing we can't even comprehend and I'll die on this hill defending this theory that they're somehow related, in any way you want. I won't rest until it's a really, even if I have to write it myself !

[psychoticallykind]

If James Was Always Talking

Okay, so imagine that James is always talking, all the time, and Regulus is so used to listening and letting the sound relax him that he doesn't really think about it anymore. Then one day Regulus replies and it's something so sweet that it short-circuits James's brain, and for the first time in as long as Regulus has known him, James is quiet.

And so Regulus gets kind of freaked out, because he doesn't really even remember what he said, he was just tired and grateful for James's presence, but now James isn't talking and he's worried he's offended him or something.

And then James finally clicks back in, and he just kind of smiles at Regulus and tells him that he loves him.

[snowlupinwoodstories]

Bird Character Poll

Sorry I'm late my polycule went out to dinner last night and I needed some down time. Now what kinda birdy do we want featured in an upcoming snippet?

[non-binary-star-system]

All I wanna see is their encounter

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

I'm still holding out on them singing sea shanties, btw. :,) It's late at night, and the crew is all gathered singing half-remembered lyrics and getting pissed together.

Maybe the more experienced crew share the more explicit lyrics they've heard passed around port towns. Others pointedly keep their mouths shut when everyone gets a well-known song wrong...

[littlestsheriff]

idk my favorite type of headcanon of mama caitlyn is sleeping on her lap while she works on her sheriff office

[queerwyrd]

my inner mantra going into nanowrimo 2023

[alhyastarain]

My endless list of things I'd like to do.

Videogames:

Finish Horizon: Forbidden West

Play Genshin Impact (build x characters, get x characters, farm...)

Play Alter Ego (pt1 and maybe pt2)

Play Life Is Strange: All the games (unlock more endings/finish Before The Storm)

Play Honkai Impact 3rd

Writing:

Find a Title for Ei's story (Trilogy?)

Write WIP outline for Magic Story TM

Design covers for Ei's story

OC presentation (all my characters)

Reading:

No Longer Human (Osamu Dazai)

Song of Ice and Fire (George RR Martin)

The unfinished series that I started reading and forgot the name about TM

School:

Catch up with classes

Study all the subjects

Make presentations, summaries

Pass my tests with good grades

Discord:

Genshin carry (EU)

Server building (3 servers)

Genshin server outline

Apply for moderator in LH (next month)

KQM Quick Guide Translations

Check on friends (Alei, Nat, Aki)

Anime:

Finish S2 of Horimiya

Continue S3 of BSD

(Maybe) watch S2 of SAO

Anime reccomendations

...

Socialize:

Go out with classmates

Make friends IRL

Learn to manage my time

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Well... How'd we get here?

[aph-mable]

Danny phantom x The Magnus Archives story idea;

Alright so my brain is deciding to bug me about this one so I'm going to share it all with you.

At least what ive been finding Dp x TMA community doesn't get enough content so I'm adding to it, how you may ask?

By making Wes Weston one of the main characters is how.

Sure you can go with Jazz or Danny as workers at the archives or even persons of interest, but you can make things do much more interesting with Wes.

Because what is Wes most known for in the phandom? Being a stalker, going out of his way to prove Danny is Phantom, trying to dig up as much information as possible about the Fentons to the point its a running joke, he is a journalist, someone who goes out and face the supernatural! He would be the best candidate to work at The Magnus Archives.

If not that route then make him related to Jon or Martin in some way then. He obviously got the trait of seeking knowledge even when no one believes him, despite even living in a town filled with ghosts.

Maybe he goes in for an interview for report his findings, maybe his family is related to someone else from the Archives, hell he could be in charge of opening a branch in Amity Park to make things more interesting.

So for those interested in a DP x TMA fanfic or crossover use Wes Weston because he deserves to be called out for his obsession of finding out the truth and used as an actual character point.

[trblsvt]

marriage pact with joshua.

[1-800-local-slut]

Request

Hi y'all! I started writing a bit to let other black people feel seen and I was wondering if anyone had any request? My ask box is open and I would love to take as many request as possible <3. Or just anything at all :)

[carronyaflowers]

*shy waving* hello! I’ve just let a comment on your angel story, I came to make friends and ask for more 🫶🏻

welcome friend! hii *shyly waves back*

i was just going to reply to your comment and it honest to god made me laugh (i want more of that from me too)

thank you thank you

[non-binary-star-system]

help how to stop daydreaming about my fanfic and start writing

[madpencil]

Febuwhump 2023

Day 7: Forced to watch

Title: Watch From Afar

Words: 1,255

Characters: Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Hubter, Omega, Tech, Admiral Rampart, unnamed clones. (The Bad Batch)

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Crosshair was always the one watching and waiting. Constantly he focused in on the land around him, waiting for an enemy. Normally he was hidden from view on a ledge or in a thicket. Today he was standing out in the open with his Admiral. The soldier wasn't part of the operation except for acting as a guard.

Below the imperial, the Bad Batch scrambled as they attempted to escape. Desperation laced every move as they realized they were pinned down.

Cross found himself feeling terrible. His brothers and little sister were down there about to perish and he couldn't do a thing to help them. They were traitors. This was what they deserved. The man tried to hide behind flawed reasoning. It all still felt wrong. He'd seen this before during the better days of the Republic. Before he would've helped them escape and now...

He had to try. He couldn't let his older brothers and little sister perish. Not when he could stop it. He raised his rifle and took aim at one of the troopers blocking their path. No one moved to stop him as they assumed he was going for a member of the batch. With ease the shot glided down and hit his mark. Tech looked up briefly and met Cross's eyes for just a moment. Only then did two troopers attempt to restrain him. The imperial's comfort in his brothers eyes had distracted him.

Crosshair tried to put up a struggle but they had come from directly behind him and grabbed his arms. The two forced him to his knees.

"I'm disappointed Ct-9904. I thought you were better than that. Let's watch, shall we?" Rampart antagonized. Cross wriggled to no avail. It didn't look good for the family below him. Hunter tried to protect Omega while the others tried taking out troopers when they could. What made it even worse was now Tech was aware that Crosshair had tried to help. The mercenary knew as soon as everything was over the man would be executed for treason. Another thing to add to their ever growing list of things to do while escaping. Protect Omega, actually escape, and now rescue Cross. People had such cruel hearts Tech knew that somewhere his brother was forced to watch them fall.

Once a member of the squad, Crosshair watched as they indured everything. He hardly breathed as he watched Omega attempt to help with her bow. She had good aim and took out a few troopers before she was hit in the shoulder by a bullet. She yelped and fell back to the ground. Hunter moved over to her hurriedly and checked her over. She'd be okay, but the wound needed treatment as soon as possible.

He moved his eyes to check on Tech. He was growing more and more overwhelmed by the minute. It's not that he couldn't handle being stressed. The situation called for everyone to be on edge and Omega's injury didn't help their nerves. Crosshair knew it wouldn't affect his performance. It would affect his mood after the battle.

Wrecker and Echo were near eachother so that Cross could see them both at the same time. The two were working on a plan to join Hunter and Omega behind their crates. They were closest to the advancing troopers but were managing. Granted clones were advancing from every side, but they were closest to the two men.

Crosshair saw a change in Wrecker's body language before Echo did. It something he only ever did when he was going to do something stupid. The hulking figure leaned over to the other and started talking. Echo eyed him with suspicion. As Crosshair thought, it was a stupid idea. The ARC trooper shrugged before agreeing. They were out of options and it was their best bet.

Wrecker lifted a crate and slung it towards the troopers while Echo started for Hunter and Omega. He slid to the ground and looked at the two. Omega had tears in her eyes and Hunter was reassuring her. Only Tech had the necessary equipment to treat her shoulder.

Wrecker threw the last of the crates and started sprinting to the others. Tech used the distraction to his advantage and began running the short path to the the others. Wrecker stopped and fell. On his back was a mark where he had been shot. Crosshair whined and tried to move. He had to help his brother. He had to save him. Why was he always the one watching?

It was too dangerous for any of the batch to check and see if he was okay. Hunter hoisted his little sister into his arms while the other two continued returning fire. She cried out when he had to move her arm to keep it stable.

"I'm sorry Omega. We have to go." Hunter told her.

"But- Wrecker..." She tried to inform Hunter as if he didn't know. He did, and he knew there was still a chance. He could hear labored breathing from his brother but their was nothing more they could do. Going out to retrieve him was a death sentence. He motioned for them all to keep low and they started to break through the troops. The remains of the batch headed for the surrounding forest.

Crosshair wanted to scream at them. There were other soldiers in that forest ready for them and they didn't know it. He watched the troopers close in on them and the body of Wrecker. Clones examined him and deemed him not worth their supplies. A tear burned the imperial's eye. Wrecker was dead to him. What he could see was nothing but a shell of his brother.

Shots fired in the forest and Crosshair prayed his family would make it. He looked desperately for them but could see nothing. His eyes blurs with water and he stifled a sob. Whenever the soldier was upset the emotion would almost always turn to anger. This time the grief stayed with him like a leech.

"Shall we?" Rampart asked as he motioned for Crosshair to stand. Obediently, the man did as he was told and stood. He watched a different group drag his older brother away. His chances were low, but if anyone discovered he was breathing he could still pull through. For now however he remained dead to the world. He remained dead to his brother.

"I'm willing to forgive your outburst Ct-9904; so long as you don't do it again." Rampart knew his blind loyalty and sight were something he should keep close. Faced with the offer to stay in his structured environment he nodded. His place was an army. He got far too worked up over a few traitors.

"It won't Admiral." He replied in addition to his nod. He looked up as the sound of a ship and recognized the Marauder. At least one of them made it out alive. His feelings betrayed him again and he was thankful to see them leave. As he walked away from the place where he had watched them fight for their lives he started to think. Maybe one day he could let go of one of the two things he held close so he could join the other. The structure of an army that never cared about him offered security. The structure or a family that had always loved him offered happiness. For now however, he would remain torn between the two. He'd choose his side eventually, and he'd live with his choice.

[eefrostpoetry]

let me write poetry for you

i’ve done this before and i finally feel good enough to do it again. so if you want me to write a poem based on something you send me in my asks, i will. send me a prompt or a sentence or even just a word and i’ll write a poem based on it. i’ll do my best to respond to everyone.