#I'm supposed to be in bed

[liquidluckandstuff]

For the ask game: 🍓+🥤

(Sorry to hear about the bad news.)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

See that's complicated. Because I used to have another account that I deleted and I won't talk about. But i'll tell you how i got BACK into fanfiction.

I had too many ideas and couldn't find any fics that matched them and I just had to get them out like a pressure cooker. I was gonna explode.

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Okokok FIRST you got @laserswordtraining who has the most creative ideas ever. Things that are completely out of the box and unique

then you got Handsonmyheart. They have 2 fics that have the same vibe and I aspire to write as good and as freaky as them.

[heclingmuzik]

"Are we finally kicking Kronya's ass? Count me in."

[paper-star-ships]

1,5,6,11,14????? for ur bg3 insert???

1. what are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.?

Name: Filly H. Vanilla (as per usual :]) DOB: Unknown! Height: 5'6

5. does your self insert have any special powers or abilities?

She is a warlock, meaning she has quite a few spells, and she's also a tiefling which means she has sharp teef :)

6. does your self insert have any pets?

Do familiars count as pets? She can cast/summon a familiar of varying animal forms, but chooses to believe that regardless of form it's the same personality. That personality is named Bunker :)

11. what kind of outfit(s) does your self insert wear?

She wears armor but dyes it in pretty pastel colors :)

14. what hobbies does your self insert have?

She reads and collects shiny things (or junk–depends on the day)! Before the events of the game she traveled with her adopted sister (@one-and-a-million-fos Rosie my beloved <3) and went on little adventures!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Penelope's final gambit, you will always be famous, no matter the subtext.

[gyroshrike]

Finally finished the thing

[ashermiss]

A collection of tweets about the newest James Somerton drama, in no particular order

[daily-beau]

Day 38: Someone you wouldn't feel ashamed of knowing

[killl-ka]

Today it dawned on me that sans is indeed a man in his forties. Like he could be my dad with our age difference :/

And I'm drawing him ( and his au counterparts) so babygirl it's funny. Like yea Killer in his fifties (if you include all the resets and time when he was abused by Chara and Nightmare) totally be rocking booty shorts with stockings and a crop top like yea totally...

Anyways he's slaying 💅🔪 and I'm not sorry 😔 at least he's having fun with me

Here's a little treat for you :3

[aeb-art]

i thought it'd be cute 🥺💕

[cozylittleartblog]

bug doodles so i can say i drew something

[kylominis]

"𝐷𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝…" [♡]

[unityrain24]

hate when people refer to sex as "the bedroom." also hate how "slept/sleeping together" is a way to say "had/having sex together." why do you hate romance. why do you hate platonic. why must everything be about sex. did you really have to use platonic/romantic/nuetral terms and make them about sex. can't you just use sexual terms for sexual things.

[pachirobi]

She [Parallel] on my [Canon] till I [Intensify Harmony]

-extremely loud buzzer-

[johnslittlespoon]

"buck, can i climb up into your bunk to keep warm?" shut up.

[sillygoofyqueer]

MDZS where literally everything's the same but they have access to sunglasses. I dunno I just think it would really be a great addition.

[kaisollisto]

(Based off of the reality of having a metal ring in your back as a constant reminder of your fate and how that affects you as a person set in the Switzerland arc)

“Does it hurt?” 

Ava’s pressed face down into the pillow sleep curling around her limbs. She hums, she can’t remember what she says, she’s exhausted. Her arms are tangled beneath her pillow. She holds her fingers tightly between each other, her bones ache from the pressure but her hands no longer shake. Ava hasn’t experienced this before, a fear that haunts her at night. (She finds she cannot stop dreaming about dying. It’s stifling in the cover of night trying to figure out where she is.) 

She slowly opens her eyes and squints in the darkness. Beatrice is facing her a furrow in her brow that Ava knows she’s doing unconsciously. Ava’s lip quirks a smidgen, Beatrice looks funny. It’s a bit silly to her, Beatrice no doubt working out a solution to an unknown problem that Ava has yet to see in the middle of the night. In her sleepy state she wants to laugh at the imaginary cogs churning in Beatrice’s head. 

Beatrice scooches closer and Ava panics, her skin can taste the dust of Bea’s forearm. She hoists herself up on her elbows, turning to face Beatrice. “Wha?” Ava’s shaking off bits of sleep from her mouth when Beatrice repeats herself. 

“Does the Halo hurt?” 

She doesn’t know if she wants to answer that. Ava peers over Beatrice squinting at the harsh light of the digital clock on Beatrice’s side. Ava loves it, it reminds her of the early 2000’s and the aesthetic of waking up to an alarm to go somewhere. The clock blinks an innocent 1:43 Am, and Ava debates on letting her head thump back down. 

She turns her body on her side, she can feel the halo shifting in her back and it makes her want to throw up. The sides of the halo press against her shoulder blades and Ava resists the urge to yank it out. She grits her teeth and settles ignoring the skin of her back pulling tight to accommodate for the ring. Beatrice is still expecting an answer and Ava can’t lie to her, she pulls the covers of the sheet up to her chest hoping to bide more time for an answer. 

"Everything hurts Bea," Ava smiles, "getting my ass handed to me is hard work."

Beatrice frowns displeased but looks at her through her lashes, it's unguarded, the stress and worries of the world stay out of their room in the dead of night. Her lashes are so pretty and Ava wants to curse the soft glow of the moon. There’s just enough moonlight to illuminate her eyes but overshadow her freckles. Ava swallows down the taste of defeat, she can’t win, she thinks. 

Her gaze is soft, Beatrice is looking at her and it’s different yet the same. The same feeling in her chest constricting her lungs, the same soft gaze of Beatrice. Beatrice who likes what she sees in Ava when Ava can barely see where she begins. She doesn’t like to dwell on it, the truth of the matter being what belongs to Ava.

If she closes her eyes she can pretend just a little longer. She can give herself the hope of the future and what comes after all this. She can put down the fighting and the artifact and live. Ava doesn't want to think about it anymore, at least not tonight when Beatrice is here with her. 

Beatrice is soft. She knows it from hours and hours of training. She's felt it when Beatrice corrects her form, in the way she talks. She speaks from a place of care like she has turned the harsh words in her brain over and over to soften the syllables spoken to Ava. And Ava doesn't linger on it, the meaning behind it, (Ava didn't think she'd make it this far, finding a person who cares quite like Bea does.)

And Ava's got it bad, she knows she's fucked because Beatrice doesn’t say anything about her language and Ava can't not tell her the truth. She looks down, her hand fiddling with the bed sheet underneath them. 

"It doesn't hurt," if she thinks about it she can feel the fibers of the cotton between the pads of her fingers. "But it's very uncomfortable." She doesn't want to find the response in Beatrice's eyes, content to hear it from her voice. The soft British lilting accent that holds her just as soft as a touch. 

She waits, she can picture Bea’s mannerisms with her eyes closed but maybe she should check just to be sure. Ava peers up at Beatrice and she’s suddenly closer. Her eyes really are pretty, there’s a depth to them that Ava wants to spend an ungodly amount of time studying.

“Can I help?”