#Patient Editor

[pharawee]

FOUREVER YOU PROJECT ❖ Coming Soon

[thankstothe]

Ok

[drblacula]

! < I made some . Little rentry decor stuff but like I’m not very proud of them . They are NOT the best so . Shrugs

[velvet-ink]

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Sadie may have been crazy but she was right about one thing, Carlos and TK are destined to be together. 

[nerdacious]

*rings dinner bell*

Come and get your Chapter 15!

[lale-txt]

about to post new writing for the first time in months and god if i don't feel like a grandma navigating around the internet for the first time OTL

like how do i tag correctly... how do i format without wanting to set my laptop on fire... how do the kids call it these days? backshots? it's not doggy anymore?? oh speaking of, my back hurts...

[blessedpictures]

I should say, right off the bat, that I love being Bless' editor, and I'm not remotely complaining about the (remarkably deranged) paces he's been putting me through lately with the (again, deranged) prompts you've all given him. However, he is working on something that I specifically requested he pay more attention to after putting it on the back burner for a couple of months, and I really can't wait to get this one out.

[blametheeditor]

“Does Mike remind you of anyone.”

Scott hadn’t noticed Vincent’s entrance, and considering David or Eggs haven’t made a ruckus about it, it’s safe to say the purple man has simply been watching. For how long, Scott will never know, he’s just glad Afton doesn’t need something.

But then the sentence fully processes. Looks over at the man who was given the title of lead guard, confused as to what Vincent could possibly be hinting at.

No one comes to mind. Not even Mike’s mother the one time Scott met her several years ago. “Mike?”

“Cover his hat and take a good look at his face.”

Scott rolls his eyes as he obeys, holding his hand out so at the current distance the young man’s face is all he can see.

A sudden recognition doesn’t come. But Mike does seem familiar. It’s hard to place with how ashen his complexion is, but something’s there. In the way his jaw is set. How he holds himself. His sharp blue eyes-

Mike looks like Afton.

Scott stares for a moment more. Upset he hadn’t realized in the year he’s known the young man. Narrows his eyes because even though there’s characteristics, Mike can’t actually be Afton’s son.

“…did Afton ever have a kid?”

“Not that I know of,” Vincent shrugs. “If he did, I think he would’ve told us.”

“Especially considering it would’ve been his kid you-“

“We don’t need to go into details,” the purple man murmurs, giving a small scowl at Scott’s smirk.

“Are you going to ask for a paternity test?”

“Anyone asking William that is going to get killed, Scotty.”

[gold-kobold]

sorry for the #MentalIllness i'm still alive i swear-

[masquenoire]

WHAT IS YOUR UNDERLYING MOTIF?

The Lightning Rod

Whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. You are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. Some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. They don’t know enough about you. The difference is in who wants to learn more. Keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. Matshona Dhliwayo said “Lightning strikes but does not roar.” Your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

Tagged by: @gnarledbite and @sanguine-salvation (♡) Tagging: @arkhmlcst, @babydxhl, @brokentoys, @defectivexfragmented (for Matt?), @elisethetraveller, @halekulan-i (for Two-Face?), @goldenmedic, @knightlier (for Jason?) and anybody else who'd like to do this??

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

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they forgot to leave him some snacks

[mobilesuitzetagundam]

Attack On Titan had all the potential, and yet…

[storiedhistories]

@mvndrvke continued from here

Will sat on the edge of Nico's bed, giving the other boy space, but staying close. He listened as Nico spoke, calling himself a 'miserable little ghost of a kid,' and said that he was hurting Will's chances of having friends.

The temperature in the cabin around them had started to drop, and while Will had noticed, he would have just continued on, chatting with Nico, doing everything he could to reassure the other boy when the son of Hades winced. Nico offered him a spot under the blanket, and Will smiled, moving from his spot to sit next to Nico, draping the blanket around his own shoulders, too.

"I know it can be hard for you to see yourself as more than 'a miserable ghost of a kid,' as you say," Will started, turning to meet Nico's gaze, "and even if you were hurting my chances of making friends, I'd be okay with that. Because I'd have YOU." He offered the son of Hades a soft smile before continuing.

"You are amazing, Nico. I've known that for a really long time, since I first saw you in the Battle of Manhattan," he murmured. And as he spoke, there was a faraway look in his eyes, as he remembered that time. "Just when everything was looking grim, like there was no way we could win, you came walking through Kronos' army like they were nothing. And you challenged Kronos himself, without any hesitation. And you convinced your dad to fight with us. Without you, Nico, we probably wouldn't have won."

Will's blue eyes met Nico's, and he reached out, stopping just short of taking the other boy's hand. "You are brave, smart, funny as hell, and just about my favourite person," Will admitted. "And I'm just going to keep showing you what it's like to see you through my eyes," he smiled. He wasn't going to try to invalidate what Nico was feeling, but he wanted to show him a different perspective.

[stormbcrn]

@nanlanmo, continued.

JESSICA'S QUESTIONS MADE DAENERYS FEEL silly for thinking there could be truth in old Nan's terrible stories, embarrassment coloring her cheeks . . . but if dragons had existed hundreds of years ago, then surely something could be living both beyond the wall and beyond her comprehension. It was said that magic died with the last dragon, she knew, but Daenerys hoped somewhere, far north, magic lived on where the stories had ended.

Hugging the firewood closer to her frame, Dany opened the castle's side door for the wildling, her foot pressed against the heavy wooden door to keep it from slamming so quickly. "Well," she started, following the other through narrow hallways of the servant's corridors, "Giants, for one . . . and there are children of the forest, but they aren't really children. They're older than even the first men." Her voice trailed out, brows furrowing with her words, "I must sound stupid. I hope I have not offended you."

[galeksies]

* stomps foot * i don’t want to learn a whole new post editor. 

[crimewrought]

i’m having a bit of a nightmare juggling the old and the new editor, so i may follow the lead of others and start moving existing threads into new posts (and thus the new editor) when i reply. hope this works besties <3