#Im journalling all these thoughts of mine

[jossambird]

Thinking of a new Swedes fic premise is fking with me because I had loved the premise of my other one (the same premise done over and over again in the Ikea Mafia fandom because it’s such a good one). Now, I’m just sitting here, TRYING to find a new one and all I can hear inside my ear is ‘write the same fic, Ronnie… Start it all over again with a few changes here and there…’

[kissingarthurclaus]

Well it's official rex still makes me blush and giggle and twirl my hair like always

[turtlespancake]

i cant believe fontaine finally cleaned up its archon quest writing and learned to Actually Proper Balance its npc screentime with its playable character screentime. and yet. AND YET!!! THIS is the nation where i end up hyperfixating on the historical figures with no official designs.

[graevs666]

god i don’t wanna be here i don’t wanna exist

[tumbler-dot-com-user]

I MISS MY COPY OF JOURNAL 3 SO BAD AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[radiotorn]

The perusing thru photo gallery strikes again. ! Bad

[lovethroughdelusions]

Not to vague about something one main, but I'm going to vague about something on main. This happened like. Months ago.

If you make a post about a relatable human experience, your post blows up so you turn off reblogs, and someone sends you an anon sharing their relatable human experience and shows vulnerability, you can just delete the anon? You don't have to post it and say don't ask don't care or whatever? Someone is sharing their part of humanity with you. Instead of more or less insulting them or insinuating they don't matter you could just delete it? Asks get lost here all the time. People also chose not to respond to them. They wouldn't know.

This is probably just my RSD being a lil bitch and I'm reading too much into it but whatever I'm slightly annoyed and was reminded of the interaction bc of something recently

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors:)

Practice: You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit. https://www.tumblr.com/chryblossomjjk/692422150298140672/practice-jjk Imagine: Jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching tv shows. you, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind. https://www.tumblr.com/chryblossomjjk/690342551816929280/imagine-jjk Dumbo: You know what they say about boys with big noses… https://cinnaminsvga.tumblr.com/post/617392866169372672/dumbo-jungkook-m A Nyul: Giving in to your rabbit hybrid Jungkook sexually was never part of your plan. He was supposed to be a companion and nothing more. He wore you down eventually and as a hybrid owner you are responsible for the health of your companion right? https://cocotaetae13.tumblr.com/post/706188075311759360/a-ny%C3%BAl Chasing Shadows: Your job gets you into trouble sometimes. Who would have thought crime journalism would put so many targets on your back? But, it’s happening again, someone’s threatening you. Only, this time, it’s not just you that’s in the crosshairs. Your best friend, Enola, is out on assignment and can’t help like she usually does. So, what does she do instead? She sends her brother, Jungkook, armed with a magic bag, a charming smile, and deductive reasoning skills that prove his worth as one of the best PIs around. https://www.tumblr.com/colormepurplex2/704207339679580160/chasing-shadows-jungkook-x-freader-modern On Wings Of Mist & Memories: You’re a Psion—disguised Field Scribe—of the Golden Kingdom of Bolas, attached to the Front Wing Infantry. After an ambush from the sky rips down the safe walls around you, you find yourself at the mercy of a brutal man, his dragon, and his shadows. https://www.tumblr.com/colormepurplex2/725131542223093760/on-wings-of-mist-memories-jjk

Tryst: An old friend visits to spend the day with you and boyfriend Jungkook. That night, smut ensues. https://4joonkookie.tumblr.com/post/671213340397355008/tryst Tamed: JK is a brat tamer (and you’re the brat), OR you’re in your feelings and Jungkook fucks you till you’re out of them. https://4joonkookie.tumblr.com/post/668597010994167808/tamed

Make You Mine: Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you’re already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate. https://colormepurplex2.tumblr.com/post/700874629265440768/make-you-mine-jjk Now I'm Yours: Jungkook is terrible at feelings. He’s possessive, reckless, and most definitely an Alphahole; you were once his sworn enemy for a reason. But, after he claimed you as his mate during your designation celebration, how do you even begin to navigate the dark waters of such a precarious relationship? Especially when there is darkness creeping over the horizon, threatening to blanket your world in permanent shadow. https://colormepurplex2.tumblr.com/post/742077527315644416/now-im-yours-jjk

[asteroidzzzn]

stargirl | part 4

pairing: leadsinger!ellie x bassist!reader

warnings: cursing, smoking, drinking, eventual sexual themes, ellies still closed off, reader is ridiculously delulu for a while, kinda angst im so sorry

songs in this chapter: do i wanna know - arctic monkeys

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i put my whole asterussy into this. also changed the pairing thing bc reader made a bit of a career change

summary: now that you're officially a the fireflies bassist, you're going on tour, where trouble will be looking for you.

it all arrived sooner than you thought it would. sooner than you were prepared for. you were told you were given twenty five to thirty minutes to get up on stage, sing some songs, and leave. you had good songs prepared, and you would practice all night in the hotel room before you performed.

seemed simple enough, right?

it was only a stadium nearly sold out by ten thousand people, maybe even more. and worst of all, you would have to sing. you had wished there was a contract you signed after joining the band, saying there was no way in hell you would sing in front of an audience, let alone a song you wrote.

but your mouth failed you when ellie asked you to be the one to sing the duet with her. yes was the only answer you could manage. for some reason, you felt a bit more at ease when you noticed the flash of a smile on her face your words caused.

you were getting used to ellie. you knew nothing about her past, but to be fair, she knew nothing about yours. it was surface level for the most part, except for...

you couldn't stop thinking about the journal. her songs. the trust she must have had in you. the lyrics. it made your head spin when you lingered on the memory. her masked grins, the blush hidden under her freckled cheeks, the way she sounded when she laughed gently, and how you had thought about bottling it up and selfishly keeping it just to yourself.

the way you had learned so much in that one night, yet so little. there were embarrassing instances where you would upset ellie by doing something so ordinary, such as complimenting her tattoo, and asking who did it. dina would pull you aside, muttering that "it's not about you, she's just having a bad day."

she never brought up the night when you shared your songs with each other. by the next morning, it was back to the tolerating sort of distance that was safe enough and never changing.

she treated you like a coworker.

༊*·˚

you were in the car, headphones in your ears playing a calming melody while you were half asleep. jesse rested with one hand on the wheel as dina curled up in the passenger seat, trying to get some sleep as well. ellie tapped a rhythm on her thighs and whistled a soft tune.

you yawned quietly and shifted around, pulling your blanket higher up to your neck. you made sure to keep distance between you and ellie. back in june, you found out the hard way that ellie didn't quite appreciate physical touch as much as the average person.

she mumbled something you didn't understand with your headphones in. apparently, the blanket had shifted off her lap when you tugged it towards yourself on the other side of the car.

her hand ghosted over your neck, leading up to your ear, sending harsh chills down your spine. your gaze shot to hers when she pulled one of the buds out of your year, and leaned closer to your face to whisper.

"don't steal the blanket, it's freezing."

you scoffed and paused your music. "is that really what you woke me up to say?"

"well, yeah. do you want me to die of hypothermia?"

"you'll live. and i'm not stealing it, because it's mine," you said, turning your head away to face the car door.

"oh, that's my bad. i thought it was your little sisters or something. cause, y'know," she said under her breath, but you caught it.

"i'll have you know, people of any age can own a disney blanket."

"whatever you say, princess."

your eyes widened against the blanket. you attempted to level your voice.

"saying shit like that will have you dying of hypothermia," you teased back over your shoulder.

"wait, no, actually. i'm really cold," she huffed out air in amusement, and promptly shivered.

you let out a heavy sigh. "okay, fine," you adjusted to sit in the middle seat, avoiding looking at her entirely as your thighs pressed together, but she didn't seem phased.

your head fell back against the headrest. you watched the stars fly by through the sunroof until sleep found you once more.

about an hour later, the car hit a bump. immediately after, jesse hissed, throwing a hushed, "sorry, guys!" towards the backseat.

your heads flew forward. you winced at the harsh awakening and glanced to your right. ellie had twisted to have her torso leaning on yours, as her head rested on your shoulder.

your breath hitched. she woke up quickly and pressed her hands on the seat to sit up, distancing herself from you.

you opened your mouth. an apology, maybe? your mouth closed. your gaze remained on ellie's. her expression was unreadable, but you could tell she was exhausted.

her voice was smaller than you had ever heard it when she finally spoke up.

"...just...for..."

you barely registered her breaths as words. her touch was light. she settled back into the position with her head on your shoulder.

you didn't dare say a word.

༊*·˚

you checked into the hotel at four in the morning, the next day. you were barely conscious of what you were doing, where you were going. dina handled the logistics, as she was the only one who had gotten enough sleep to be functioning at the early hour.

you trudged into the room. it was beautiful and spacious. two large beds were lined up on the left wall, a sliding glass door that led to a balcony with chairs and plants, a coffee table, a television, two closets, and a bathroom, with a shower and a bathtub.

while hauling your belongings onto the first bed you saw, dina explained that she and jesse would leave the door between the neighboring rooms unlocked in case you or ellie needed anything.

if it weren't four in the morning, you would have come up with a quick excuse to switch rooms. to not be stuck with ellie for a week straight, sleeping just a few feet apart.

unfortunatly for you, you nodded and let her slip away. the door clicked shut.

sheets rustling behind you and crickets chirping were the only two noises to be heard. you saw ellie had slung her suitcase on the bed and begun unpacking her clothing to fold them into her bedside drawer.

if it weren't four in the morning, you would have made a quip at her, something along the lines of, "you don't look like someone that folds their clothes so neatly."

there were a lot of things you would have done differently if it weren't four in the morning.

you stole a glance at her, that lasted a moment too long. she caught your eyes, and stared back. you said nothing. a silent agreement, that the events of this night, as well, would be left to be forgotten. never mentioned again. a secret. your secret.

it was a sudden, uncharacteristically timid habit you and ellie found yourselves doing.

glimpses hidden. the pointless acts of kindness, because one of you happened to remember a small detail. just by chance. nervous hands stilled by another pair. and there was nothing more. it meant nothing, you would tell yourself. there were just two hands searching for warmth, finding each other under tables, out of view.

there weren't jokes between the two of you. teases that could be interpreted in a way that meant things were real.

maybe this was just an act of convenience. maybe she did this with anderson, too. maybe you weren't all that special, or all that different.

but you couldn't deny the way she made you feel. so special, and so noticed.

on friday night, the four of you were huddled on the floor.

"you good, man?" jesse nudged you with his bottle, and took a swig. he passed it back to you.

you nodded with your eyes screwed shut due to the taste of the alcohol. you swallowed.

"i'm nervous. i haven't sung in so long, and i've never been in front of an audience this big. i'm terrified, actually," you said, your head beginning to buzz. your hand raised for you to take a large sip, but ellie caught your arm.

"hey, easy up on that. can't be hungover on stage."

"don't act like you care that much," you said, a pent-up hint of rage in your voice. you were angry at her. you were angry at her for being able to be so kind sometimes, yet so distant and strange, and everything else without a single explanation. but you needed to stop. before the alcohol urged you to say things that were meant to be unsaid. ellie's tongue poked her cheek as her eyebrows furrowed.

she ignored your comment. "we should practice the bridge of do i wanna know."

"i just need to get some sleep," you mumbled, pushing against the floor to stand up, but she dragged you right back down by your shirt. her tone became stern.

"we're practising. i won't let you get up there and embarrass me tomorrow. you said you were ready for this, so act like it," she emphasized her words with points directly at your chest.

"fine," you spat, digging into the pile of sheets scattered around for the song. ellie plugged in her guitar, and flipped a few switches.

"what are you doing?"

"i said we're practicing, so i'm making sure the guitar actually makes noise. for the song. songs kind of need music, if you didn't know. fuck else would i be doing, smartass? you always this insufferable when you're drunk?"

"i'm not drunk." you had to bite back a meaner response. in your peripheral, dina and jesse shared confused looks.

dina patted jesse's leg. "hey, we're pretty tired, and i think we've done enough preparing for tonight. see you guys in the morning," she gestured for jesse to stand up as well, who said a quick goodbye.

and shut the door.

"ready?" ellie glanced at you through her eyebrows.

you nodded, and she tapped her guitar, muttering five, six, seven, eight.

she was nearly whispering the lyrics. you inaudibly cleared your throat, and began to sing. you echoed along in a breathy, light tone when the song called for it, although most of the song flowed as a conversation between you and ellie.

it ended as quickly as it started, with one final strum, followed by silence. ellie set the guitar on the floor, and set her hands in the now empty space in her lap. her mouth opened hesitantly.

"that wasn't bad—"

"i'm heading to bed—"

the two of you spoke simultaneously. you stood up in a rush. you stared at her for a moment, then turned into the bathroom. you cleaned up and changed into your pyjamas.

you stared at the ceiling. your eyes found ellie, who was settling into bed herself. her body was turned away from you.

"...i'm sorry," you whispered.

ellie's head turned over her shoulder.

"why?"

"for being a bitch."

she snickered at that, and shifted so you both lay on your sides, facing each other from opposite sides of the room. she remained quiet, which urged you to go on.

"i'm terrified, ellie. i shouldn't have taken my fear out on you. you're right. i did say i was ready for this. but it's still...difficult. i don't want to disappoint you guys," you whispered as low as possible, with a sliver of a tremble in your voice.

her gaze softened. a minute passed. your ears rang from the silence. since you didn't have anything more to tell her, and she seemed to have no response, you flipped to face the dark wall, and shut your eyes. a tear slipped through your eyelashes. you made no attempt to rub it from your cheek. or the rest of the tears that began dropping, for that matter.

"goodnight," you said.

the opposite bed creaked. the wood under your own creaked. you felt her body beside you. she wouldn't touch you, she only laid there. maybe she waited for you to say it was okay. you moved to rest on your back, with your face near hers.

your eyes fell on each feature on her face. studying her. searching for something.

"goodnight," she whispered, inching dangerously closer to you.

you held your breath. you felt her own on your nose.

"tell me to leave, and i will."

"no," you shook your head weakly.

you grabbed her hand and flipped to face away from her. you placed her arm around your waist, and settled into her hold. her face nestled into your neck.

you took a deep breath, and fell asleep.

in the morning, you woke up not beside ellie, but an imprint on the mattress.

a/n: bleeeeh :p xD ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ i promise this does have a happy ending it will get there eventually i just needed some angst 🙏

taglist: @ximtiredx @gold-dustwomxn @elliesinterlude

also ill just tag some people that have commented on any of the earlier parts, so comment if u guys wanna be on the permanent taglist! :3

tags: @cassharass @lunarpretty @emluvselandabs @inf3ct3dd

[lovebvni]

something i realized

a lot of reality shifters don’t talk about their journey before shifting. the difficulties they experienced, the advice they received, the things they believed - that ultimately turned out to be blockages, etc. etc.

i hate that, honestly. this isn’t a call out to anyone btw, it’s just that you actually EXPERIENCED something that’s so amazing, yet you won’t tell everything they did to get there. yes, it’s the simplest thing in the universe, hell, me typing this post is an example of reality shifting. but a lot of people don’t understand that. as someone who’s neurodivergent, i STILL have a hard time understanding it despite the fact i have temporarily shifted.

and here’s my advice to everyone who wants to keep shifting mainstream and help others reach their goals - keep some sort of journal. everything that worked, didn’t work, etc.

IT DOESNT EVEN HAVE TO BE HERE FOR FUCKS SAKE!! dude, mine is in my wr, actively documenting everything i do to get me closer and closer to shifting there. 11:33, 11:34.

what im saying is, help shifting become easier for more people, because it is, but some people don’t understand the 3d isn’t the truth, and the thoughts in this brain in your temporary body aren’t yours and controlling you. its the soul that’s currently inside the body that’s in control of all. keep shifting mainstream and help others shift. share stories, encouragement, and positivity.

much love, from the abyss.

[a-mel0n]

This stupid "Your Name" Bucktommy AU won't leave my brain, and while I don't have enough faith in my writing skills to actually write the damn thing (and it would be my first fanfic... ever?? and that's a project that seems a bit too big for me lmao), I DID write down what I'm picturing some of the "rules" Buck and Tommy have for each other while in the other's body. Mostly just for fun. (Because Tommy would be switching in 2006, the iPhone does not exist yet, so all of his notes are written in an actual physical journal. All of Buck's notes would be on the Notes app of his phone)

TOMMY: 1) Evan, stop running into burning buildings when you don’t have to while in my body. If I wake up in a hospital bed for the fifth time this month, I might actually lose it.

its part of the job to save as many ppl as possible. also u don’t even feel the pain when i get injured in ur body.

You’re right, I don’t. Unfortunately, the pain from having a wooden beam fall on you doesn't just magically go away when we swap. Just... be more careful? Please?

fine. i’ll try and keep ur hospital visits to a minimum.

2) Can you stop flirting with people on calls? Or at the very least give them your number and not mine? In the last week alone my contact list has nearly doubled because you keep giving people my number. 

dude its not my fault you’re more popular while i’m you. just think of it as me being ur wingman! how u dont have a girlfriend is beyond me btw. hot chicks love firefighters and ur a good looking dude

Jesus Christ, Evan. For the last time, I’m single by choice.

3) Don’t shower while in my body

already dont

4) Don’t go to the bathroom while in my body 

done

5) In fact, unless you’re at work, don’t change any of my clothes while in my body. 

fair

6) Do you really need to spend so much of my paychecks on cooking supplies? I have enough pots and pans already. 

whats the point of a pantry if its half empty. be thankful ur getting actual food now via my leftovers instead of the utter tragedy that was the state of ur fridge when we first started swapping places.

7) Don’t make a scene while at work. 

your boss sucks ass and his stupid orders are going to get people killed. im not gonna listen to him if hes making bad calls while lives are on the line

Evan.

8) Don’t pick up the phone when my dad calls.

got it

BUCK: 1) quit going to eddie’s basketball pickup games. he keeps inviting me while i’m in my own body and its getting harder and harder to come up with excuses as to why i can’t go. it's kinda awkward.

I thought you’d be more grateful, Evan. You’re the coolest guy on the court when I’m you. 

2) are you making movie references when ur me? bc chim keeps asking when i got so “cultured” and the other day maddie asked when i watched the princess bride. 

You haven’t seen the Princess Bride? I’m leaving you a surprise for tomorrow. Check your couch when you wake up. 

did you spend my OWN money on a dvd??? i don’t even own a dvd player. i own every streaming service imaginable.

3) keep the finger guns to a minimum?? idk why you do them so much but both hen and chim have said smth abt it

4) if u get a call from someone called connor or kameron on my phone just let it go to voicemail its personal stuff and i'll deal with it

Evan, you could have told me you agreed to be a sperm donor yourself. Finding out because Connor and Kameron showed up at the fire house was more of a shock than finding out over these memos would have been. 

they did what?????

5) don’t talk to my parents

Done.

6) No rule about undressing? 

dude idc. i’m not gonna stop you from taking a piss in my body if u need to. as long as you like. don’t have sex with someone while you’re me? oh wait hang on i DO have a rule about undressing

7) DON’T HAVE ANY RANDOM HOOK UPS IN MY BODY. 

Wasn’t planning on it, but good to know. 

[never-enough-novels]

🧚‍♀️ iM a FaiRy ✨🌟🌸💮

Do it Grayson

Prompt: Reader's parents are fighting and they don't wanna be there so they ask Grayson if they can stay over.

Take your time, love

It's finally done bbg

A/n: im sorry if there are any mistakes in this. This was my first time writing anything like this 😭. I tried my best. Really hope you like this. It's also mostly very shit so I'm sorry beforehand

World limit: about 700 words

Tw: argument between parents, blaming yourself about it

Coffee and comfort

They're fighting again

On the same topic again

God I only wish they would just not shout so much. Or if they want to just not infront of me. Each accusation, each word spat to one another felt like it was my fault. I don’t even know why I think its my fault. The air itself was so thick it was suffocating. I tried sleeping it off but the shouting just went on and on and an like it was in my brain. I wanted to cry but couldn’t and it felt like a barb wire in my throat. As I lay on my bed, with the comfort of my favourite playlist playing in the background, the weight of the situation pressed down on me. Hands trembling I decided to call the one person I thought could provide me comfort right now: Grayson.

I reached for my phone, my fingers hesitantly hovering over his contact before pressing call. The phone rang briefly before his warm, familiar voice filled the line.

“Hey, love, everything okay?” Grayson’s voice was tinged with immediate concern.

Hearing his voice again tipped my emotions over the edge. I tried to cover my mouth and not cry so I don’t worry him any further; which obviously turns futile.

“Hamnah what happened? Talk to me love” he asked worriedly

“Can I please come over to your place? Theyre fighting again” I ask as quietly as I can without breaking down after hearing his voice

There was no hesitation on his end, just the comforting certainty of his reply. “Of course, come over. The house feels empty without you anyway.”

Disconnecting the call, I packed a few necessities into a bag, throwing in a book and my journal, knowing well that Grayson’s place was the only place where I could find peace enough to write. The drive over was quick, the familiar streets bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights leading me to his penthouse which was his safe place too.

As soon as he opened the door I was enveloped in a comforting hug which was the best thing in the world. We stayed in that position which felt like hours but could only have been a few minutes.

Grayson, cupping my face up gave me the most gentle kiss on lips and then asked “Are you ok Hamna? Wanna talk about it?”

Shaking my head I said, “I'd really rather not right now”

Nodding his head with a small comforting smile on his face he went into the kitchen while I situated myself on his bed; finally taking a deep breath and letting myself relax.

He comes back and hands me a glass of water and says “You know you’re always welcome here, right? This is as much your home as it is mine,” he said, his voice earnest.

I nodded, my heart swelling with gratitude. “I know, Gray. Thank you. It means everything to me.”

We spent the evening tucked away in his bedroom, watching movies that made us laugh and making me forget the harshness of reality of my home. Grayson held me close, his presence a shield against the outside world. It was moments like these that I was reminded of how much he meant to me,and how we came to be together and him being my boyfriend and safe space.

Later, while cuddling with his arm around my back and my head on chest, listening to heartbeats I decided to speak about what happened.

“I hate that you have to see this side of my life, I never wanted to show you this ” I confessed quietly, the darkness of the room and his presence making it easier for me to express my fears and feelings.

Grayson’s arm tightened around me, pulling me closer. “Hamna, we all have our battles. But you’re not alone in this, okay? I’m here for you, no matter what.” His words, feeling sincere and reassuring, helped the tightening around my cheat and throat.

“I love you, Gray,” I whispered, feeling his kiss on my forehead in response.

“I love you more,” he said back, a line so simple yet profound, promising unspoken vows of support and everything I could wish for.

As I drifted off to sleep, the echo of my parents’ shouting seemed like miles away. Here, in Grayson’s arms, I found more than just a temporary escape; I found a promise of hope and a reminder of his love for me.

[writernopal]

we like notebooks around here right? well, here, have some pics of mine!

i have three in total that i use regularly (pictured below) the two leather ones are refillable and about A5 sized. the little one is about A7. the paper i use is paper republic (a paper supply out of Vienna). its quite expensive, but its very worth it because i exclusively use fountain pens (its just a vastly superior writing experience tbh and i know it sounds snobby but please let me have this) and most regular paper does not do well with fountain pen ink (it bleeds through everything, it feathers, its splotches, its a disaster). the paper i use is specifically made for fountain pens so yeah. im a happy camper!

the leftmost one is my journal. i write at least 3 pages in it each morning. sometimes it gets profound but most of the time its not. its really my equivalent of screaming into a pillow so that i have the mental fortitude to face the day more even-handed. i will usually write those pages first thing when i get into work and sip on my coffee. (this pic also features my blank keycap keyboard. it is a cherry mx brown Ducky DK2108S that Mr. Nopal got me as a gift when we were still dating. its called Starburst bc the keycap colors look like starburst candies)

the middle one (second in this stack above) is what i use for anything writing related. i usually have all of my writing notes stored digitally but every now and then, when i really need to get my head in the right place about a part of the story, i will pull this guy out and sketch out what i need to do. this is also the notebook i use to take notes during writing/creative lectures and talks that i attend. and i also put quotes that inspire me in here. i pin a few art pieces in here as well, for example the physical copy of Captain Frere, The Vanishing Pirate is in here!

the final one (on the top in this pic) is my commonplace book. i recently started making use of this type of notebook on the recommendation of @illjustpretend and honestly its been so great. this is basically where i keep my random little scratchings, to do lists, grocery lists, and my thoughts that worm their way into my head and need a place to stay. its extra small so i can throw it into any bag im carrying!

another angle bc i just love how they all look together. in the back in my pencil case with post-its, highlighters, pencils etc. and laying across the top of the commonplace book is one of my fountain pens, its the Pilot Kakuno with Fine size tip. im currently using Lamy Black ink in it. if you look closely you can also see another one of my fountain pens, that one is the Lamy AL-Star in the color Cosmic. it was the first fountain pen i ever owned and i got it as a gift from my sisters for my birthday. it has my penname engraved on one side of it and currently loaded with Lamy Teal ink.

[corpsebridx]

Can you do könig hc? But not just any hc, kissing hc? I always thought he’d be the type to kiss the reader like it’ll be his last time seeing them. OR! you don’t have to do that one! It can be hc’s about what könig keeps in his journal (some pages could be about the reader or about his life and stuff!)

Edit: I really don’t know how to request stuff, this is my first rodeo and I don’t know what to do so sorry if this ask seems a little straight forward 😭

König x gn!reader

Kissing with König/What König keeps in his journal!

A/N:Oh hi! Anon, I love the idea and this isn’t to straight forward for me!. I’ll think about doing ‘König keeps in his journal’

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Gif not mine: by shadow0-1

Kissing hc with König!

-König always kiss you like he misses you

-It always breath taking

-Ones that you almost faint

-(But in a good way!)

-And he always kisses you like it’s the last day on earth

-Like he’ll never see you again

-He kiss you on your check, lips, neck

-Anywhere that he can reach

-Also kisses you first thing in the morning

-(Without the morning breath!)

-König is my babygirl wtf

-Anyways back to the hc

-ALSO ALSO ASLOS ALSO

-König would expect kisses when he does something good(You have him spoiled)

-Like he shows you something that he made, he expects a kiss

-(Don’t ask about this one) When he answer something right, he expects a kiss

-It’s like a dramatic couple scene it’s a movie

-Like you run up to him and a picks you up and spin you around

-Since’s hes tall you either had to grab his collar or hes going to bend down

-And I think he wants the first option

-Also one of those kiss where he walks behind you wrap his arms around your waist kissing the top of your head

-And you were wearing his shirt

-It’s to big on you!

-I think König is the type to see someone doing something and wants to try it

-Like with your consent of course! 

-Marry me König wtf

What König keeps in his journal!

-What I think he keeps in his journal

-Is how is life is going and you

-‘Maus is getting niedlicher(Cuter?)everyday!’

-He also talks about you alot

-How cute you are, how he loves you too much, how you look in his shirt this morning etc

-Hes just lovesick

-And with his life

-He talks about it

-‘I’ve got to go on the field and leave Maus all by themself’

-He doesn’t want to leave

-But if you want him to, then he will

-I just fuckin realized, hes 6’10?????????

-‘Im back and I get to see my Maus’

-He would be jumping up and down if he wasn’t around people

-Just really really really really(Cue more really 50 times!) Love you <3

-Also talks about how he was bullied when he was younger, but you protected him

-He talks about how he met you and what he thought of you

-‘I met Maus when I was younger, they protected me when no one did’

-‘What I like about them is that their not scared of anything! Their super brave!

-I think that he would add like photos of you to each page

-You smiling, holding a ice cream cone, the ice cream fell etc

-He has photos of the two of you together, but doesn’t put them in there

-You force ask him to put them in there

-My babbyyyyyy girllllllll

-Why can’t he be real?????????

-Marryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Corpsebridx works-pls don’t repost, copy, or claim as your own

@bumbookitten

[vernfernn]

i don’t think i’ve ever told anyone this but like, during one of my first Skyrim play throughs, i was working up to build Lakeview manner. Lydia was my companion for the majority of the beginning, and she followed me around literally everywhere. holding all the materials i was hoarding, fighting my battles for me (i was new and inexperienced), and generally doing all the heavy work and getting literally no reward.

and when i say holding all my materials, i mean all my materials. all my good gems. my stone. clay. other miscellaneous ingots and bs i was never gonna look at nor use. countless dragon bones, scales, cast iron pots, ingredients and potions i “may need someday”.

she followed me everywhere, fought dragons, went missing when i ran from the dragons, disappeared when i started getting the hang of the game, and i never really bat an eye until i was at the half finished house and several dragons spawned in to attack me (i always fast traveled and that kind of triggered a dragon to always spawn whenever i got to the house) and was constantly screaming for her because i was low level and had no idea what i was doing.

“LYDIA WHERE DID YOUR SWORN TO CARRY MY BURDENS ASS GO IM GETTING FLAMED ALIVE IN FRONT OF A DEAD MUDCRAB!”

anyways

she also was there for when i became thane of falkreath and followed me when i painstakingly tried to figure out who i was supposed to do quests for to become thane.

i remember going into some sort of cave to find a journal for the priest of arkay only for it to be infested with the draugr (my sworn enemies at the time because they freaked me out) and she ended up getting locked out of the boss fight.

she got stuck behind a door while i sniped those idiots from a distance and somehow did not get spotted.

anyways, after building up all the wings for Lakeview (with spotty interior decor) we went to a mine so i could get a bunch of iron because i needed nails and hinges for my basement.

we finally get home and of course—a dragon decides to attack. again.

and i’m fighting for my life here, trying not to die and reload my quick save from literal hours ago.

and lydia thinks this is the perfect time to ask to be my steward.

with fire literally raining down from the heavens, burning my character alive, i hastily say yes without even realizing what she was asking for, and go into the offensive to put down this habanero lizard and steal its soul. classic hot girl shit.

she, me, and rayya (the housecarl you get when becoming thane of falkreath) fight this damn thing and kill it within literal minutes (i felt so proud of myself for not struggling during this fight.)

me later realizing i don’t have a follower behind me anymore when i fast travel to falkreath to buy more building materials for my house. the entire time i was wondering if Lydia glitched again (she got stuck behind a wall in ustengrav before and during that fetch quest for that one priest so i decided i would backtrack once i finished buying building materials to furnish my house.)

i teleport back to my house and almost immediately see lydia walk around like she owned the place. it was then i realized she wasn’t my follower anymore, and i assumed that my game had indeed glitched so i go up to her to see what the problem is or to recruit her again.

que lydias talk screen having the options to decorate my house when i talk to her, and i realize what happened. i immediately have second thoughts when i hear how happy she is about being my Steward and i feel guilty for wanting her as a follower again. so i just leave her there along with like 15k gold to furnish my house.

i also have a housecarl as mentioned before: rayya. and as i’m playing (and marrying some lass from riverwood for the money and literally nothing else because i was DESPERATE to have the house fully furnished.)

i eventually realized it was a bit odd that there where three women living in one house under one roof along side two kids and a husky and other small creature. (it was either a rat, bunny, or mud crab i do not remember.)

que me replaying this character a several more times and keeping up the tradition of having Lydia as a steward for Lakeview and Rayya as another household member but never adopt any kids or marry again because i’m now a master at scamming vendors in the game. plus the kids were annoying, and always ungrateful, and always asking for cash or gifts (none of which they were ever grateful for).

as the years progress i grow attached to my character and start creating a small story for him because we have a lot of history and i got attached.

i’m then wondering how i would explain Lydia and Rayya.

it hits me.

lesbians.

they’re married and employed by a really cool landlord who also happens to be the prophesied savior of the world.

they simply live out their years in a big house with the best scenery and local necromancer to keep them company. once tasked to follow and guard a guy who could yell really loud, now living out in the woods with an early retirement.

now in my head they are married and live in the big ass house with a cool husky, some chickens, a cow, carriage, horse, bard, and the occasional giant on its way to absolutely murder the chickens and cow whenever he stops by. classic cottagecore—warrior—lesbian story.

que me going through the house to see if there would be enough beds for everyone.

minus the one in the wing i used to create a primary bedroom, there’s another bed for two people upstairs. in my mind that bed is theirs and they’re married

lydia kept one of my amulets of mara my first play through when i agreed to let her be my steward (she kept a lot of my stuff, and i was unable to get it back because i felt too guilty taking the one thing she seemed to like). ((also i tried pickpocketing her but failed every single time)).

i grow genuinely attached to this idea and can never keep Lydia as a companion when it comes to getting my house furnished and feel a sense of pride when i’m reuniting her with her one true love.

anyways, that’s the story of how i came to love two completely unrelated characters and no one will understand my attachment to them. i love them so much and want them to be happy.

they’re married, idc

[nonpositiveartist]

haiihai there. leanne has been a fixation of mine since about 2022, her & gears having been my main hyperfixation/special interest since then aswell and ive written a lot about her specifically and i love seeing ur art with her in them !! truly your art is amazing, im so glad u mentioned that ur blog is a safe space for people who think his past has a lot to do with his character & wants to yap about it LOL

do u have any headcanons for it aswell ?? i really like hearing people’s thoughts on his character prior to the foundation !! thank u sm for posting ur art on here it’s truly wonderful 🫶🫶

I am ashamed to say that it's only recent days that I have started developing an obsession over Gears' past in connection to Leanne so right now I don't have a thing as stable as "headcanons", but instead I have items just as interesting to observe.

These are questions. Like yeah, when I attempt to make a headcanon for a character it seems to me not as "what would I like for this character to be", but "what would my answers to questions related to their story be", because I just need some kind of founding ground for my statements or something like that right?

Either case it's probably going to be a long ramble so beware.

Question 1. How in hell that family ever ended up to be?

What I mean is: was China as a country ever literally involved in their relations' beginning? Did Leanne's family already lived in US/UK/ wherever you imagine Gears spending his pre-Foundation days (some fan-wikis claim he's American but some like to hc him as British or other European, like German so idk what is your option there), or was it Gears actually having some kind of work/tourist/other kind of trip to China, where he ended up meeting Leanne and the two fell in love with each other?

If for my current answer to this. Considering Charles'... "better say 'absent' than 'present" knowledge of Chinese, I doubt it really was a "work trip". It could of been some kind of Foundation business, you say, but I doubt Gears had anything in connection to Foundation (apart from his father) before Alison was born, see later why.

Also I guess it doesn't matter as much of where they met, but the fact that Leanne despite everything managed to keep her home's culture and language with her, and bypass some of it onto her and Gears' daughter. Because, yeah, I fancy Leanne still keeping in to some of the Chinese traditions. It'd be interesting to see how that could affect their marriage' routine and all such, y'know?

Question 2. At what point did it begin to fall apart?

Firstly let me state on one important thing here. The most ideas about Gears' past and his family specifically are influenced by no other tale but Work Journal by Dr. Gears, which is a continuation of his very Splinters, and thematically it is an attempt of grown-up Alison to investigate just how had her father gone missing, leaving her mother mourning to death and herself helplessly watching that.

So the most important headcanon that I have already settled in stone from said series: Gears used to be a university professor. Not only because hey that's some nice fitting aesthetic for younger him, but also because the plot needs him to be somehow involved with public organizations to be noticed by the Foundation folks, right? Although, let's be fair there.... If Gears wouldn't keep going upturning and looking under the wrong stones and thinking about all those abnormalous incidents (a hecking storeroom filled with boxes of newspapers to be found later by Alison, darnit!), good chances are he would remain with his family for good deal of years. But no, of course, should of noticed Pathos Crow Proffesor Kanin's works and reach out to him for sake of collectivial conspiracy. And I believe that at the moment Gears wrote to Kanin, the latter one was already somehow involved in Foundation's business. Maybe he was that your kind of bait agent used for recruiting, really. Considering that the series of tales that goes in dimension parallel to Work Journals, one where Alison actually wraps her guts together and becomes Black Queen, it is directly mentioned that there had been a critical period in Foundation's history when they had to basically kidnap a good crowd of people because of the emergency lack of staff, it does seem fair to me.

But yeah, what I think is that Charles became able to spend his time (up to daily overworkings even when at home, which is highlighted in Work Journals, Alison calling her father something in the sorts of "overly enthusiastic, slightly possessed (can not remember the exact wording of it but the impression it left was this I swear)" person) only when he had put some serious roots at his workplace, both physically as that university he used to work and give lectures at, and mentally as in that field of research. When the income became stable, when his daughter grew up a lil bit so he'd have less worries on a daily basis, all that.

Plus of all Alison remembers that in her childhood Gears yet kept relations with his university pals, and it was in her presence that the arguments of "you're fucking paranoic, Gears!" began to unravel.

Also I wanna say that this whole period of Gears' attempts to create a conspiracy investigation heavily remind me of the first episodes of 3 Body Problem (the chinese one series, year 2023), which are based on the novel but whatever. Long story short: nearly all researchers of theoretical physics in the world had gotten involved into some mythic conspiracies and kept committing suicides, leaving no traces behind but notes of "physics does not exist". And so that claim of "physics does not exist" somehow feels to me like a phrase that could of gotten into Gears' head at some moment. ESPECIALLY considering that in the other tale (can't remember rn, sorry), he had decided to warn Alison away from her science career after she had published an article involving some kind of grand physics problem (dark matter, was it?). It just matches up too perfectly and I just can't- kasdlkaldkas-

Question 3. Oh dear did she knew?

Yeah. To what extent of attempts did Leanne go to just get hecking informed on why does her husband locks himself up in studies for three days in a row, or why out of sudden all his university colleagues had started calling him a psycho, or why in generally had Gears started to act so paranoid?

If there is anything I solidly think of their relationships right now, which are very few of things, is that the most of mental comfort in that family was going from Leanne, at least in these, later phases when everything was ruining apart. Remember her condition getting all worse and worse after her husband was gone, Alison directly claiming it's because "she couldn't take it anymore"? Leanne seems to me as a person too empathetic to just stay aside when her loved one proceeds destroying himself like this. And somehow I feel, that to a certain extent she actually did knew what was going on. Maybe it didn't go as far as Alison's research, finding out all those storerooms and letters to other researchers, but some kind of observations surely were done I think.

Also, sometimes I like to imagine this one outcome, which does sound rather OOC or canon-rules breaking in general, but still..

Why are senior researchers are not allowed to have vacations among normal people, in what I call to be the Outside? And, in the worst cases - left to their quarters or the closest town to their Site, in the best (or mentally worst for said employee) - sent out to some kind of touristic-place kind of reservation in Foundation's ownership?

(just in case: this whole pararaph above is heavily inspired by Stephen King's Firestarter and this whole plot about Maui's campground. Actually the whole novel works as a good reference for Foundation's inner business, as well as for humanoid SCPs' struggles, it is fine recommendation from me here)

Because senior researchers know too much and are too known to actually get targeted by other GOIs the moment they leave Foundation's territory. As for the juniour folk, well... who cares? One man more, one man less... as long as he's a no one, no one does really.

So yeah, imagine one year away from Gears' date of disappearence. Alison's away at summer camp, Leanne has to overclock on her job to keep things stable. And one day, she comes back home — and there is that idiot just sitting at the table with expression of both "ha, surprised you" and "hey, we need to talk". Not yet an apathetic brickwall of a human, but already someone rather different both from the jovial man he was before his "investigation" and from that paranoic he became as a result of it. And so he does his best in avoiding mentioning Foundation directly but still walking around that "government's conspiracy doesn't allow me here anymore" concept, trying to give Leanne the idea that it's better for all three of them if things go like this and he is gone. That he still cares, but can not do it any other way because of all of the mistakes he had done, the major one deciding to go into this paranomral field of research in the first place. That whatever happens to him Leanne shall not be worried about anymore and well you get it, angst. Yet, before Gears leaves at the end of the night, the two agree: Alison shall not know about any of that. It is easier to believe that your father is just a mentally fucked up asshole who went out for milk and ditched both women who cared about him rather than "my papa's gotten enslaved by above-government forces for sake of keeping the world safe from Chtulhu-like species!".

And so Leanne had kept it away from Alison. She knew her husband is alive and is probably that or so okay there, but it doesn't make the weight of longing any easier, right? So she had withered away eventually, leaving their daughter alone to deal with this entire mess.

This, of course, is a rather unbelievable scenario. Good chances are Leanne really never knew the details of what have happened. She sure did not consider her husband to be an asshole for his leaving, as she suspected it to be somehow connected to his paranoic behaviour and all his research work in general. It's just that the idea of Gears' indecisiveness about burning all of the bridges behind him that bothers me a lot these days. Even as he became that apathetic lad we know him as, he still had kept some of the empathy for humanity as a whole and certain people in particular right? So in his earlier Foundation years it should of been even more intense.

Question 4. How's it on the other side?

What I mean here is — we never really know how heavily Gears ever repented leaving his family behind, if he was ever doing that. In Epitaph it is claimed that he carries no personal possessions (like photos) on himself nor leaves them in his office anywhere. If there'd be a ring, Iceberg would sure mention that. And sure, Gears could of taken it off to actually avoid questions from his colleagues (which is justified, considering how Iceberg mentioned scooping around the man's drawers in that same tale). Yet, we don't know how many years have been there between Gears' recruitment and Iceberg's beginning under Gears' chiefery. Ten, twenty, more? So to say that Gears did not mourn whatsoever is just as foolish to say that he still does mourn for all that happy life he have lost in the present.

My idea here is simple: he did regret, he did blame himself, but in the most of timelines at the present moment (since Epitaph and later, as it's the one tale where we are introduced to Gears as he is nowadays) he had buried it within and it is more of a scar that probably, yes, aches sometimes but deserves no crying about. At least in his own perspective, as that of a person who already experiences significant troubles about feelings and "I know what I should do with them but I simply can't".

And now I think it have already gotten extensive enough to make sure that no more than 2 people will ever read it down to this point, so here I finish for now. I still need to actually think thoroughly about Gears' pre-Foundation times because now it is all too raw to really be taken seriously.