#Rocket Writes a Thing

[rocketonthemoon]

seahorse au 👀👀

sideguitars asked: seahorse au pls i have so many questions

quite honestly is the kinkest filth I've ever written because unfortunately I had a conversation with a friend about how the supers are aliens and well. it hasn't left me alone for about 2+ years now.

But it has made me do a bunch of research and dare I say world building and trying to figure out what's sexy and what's science and what's sexy science which. As far as writing exercises go is pretty fun not gunna lie

I'll put the snippet/more discussion under a cut to save at least a little face even though there's nothing explicit in this snip

“It’s a dual process - Kryptonians are made to both deliver and receive. The difference in sexes is just…. How many a body can handle at one time.” “How many??” “Well actually - ok.” Kara pauses to close her eyes. Her eyebrows scrunch together in a lopsided way. Lena’s seen this look many times before - usually relating to work or Kara doing something complicated in the cape. But as Kara begins muttering under her breath in her mother tongue, Lena realizes it’s her look of translating something. Something probably rather complex. “When you do math, how often you have to remember to simplify it?” “Literally all the time.” Kara’s answer comes too quickly to be anything but the truth and the pink that dusts her cheeks a moment after simply confirms it. It’s fun, still discovering the vast complexity that is Kara Zor-El.

The idea honestly is to have two chapters: one to do the talking and character exploration, one to do the filth. We'll see if it ever actually sees the light of day but at the moment it is about 2k long which. Is setting up to be one of the longest things I've ever written outside of a school paper.

Also in case it's not obvious I'll just put myself on blast and say that it's straight up "what happens if Kryptonians lay eggs with their partners" and then I looked up how exactly Seahorses do the do and well. Here we are.

[1980shorrorfilm]

“ellie x reader x vi” “abby x reader x sevika”

hear me out ellie x reader x rain. ellie and rain being siblings. ellie falling first and rain falling harder. of course reader likes them both and is oblivious. of course reader’s heart breaks when ellie finds herself distracting her feelings with dina. and duh rain swoops in like prince charming to make reader feel better. telling reader how dumb her sister can be sometimes and how you’re the most perfect person in jackson. and how can you not kiss her right then and there??? ok gn

[fagulaa]

Something I really love about the Silt Verses is how, in a world of gods and monsters, how grounded Faulkner's trauma [and relationship with his father] is. Especially as the season moves on, and the stakes amp up [and up] its so unexpectedly piercing to be presented with this exploration of childhood abandonment/negligence, inter-generational trauma, the indignities and stress that comes with unexpected elder care/early onset Alzheimer's. You're so locked in to these grander, more abstract concepts that your defenses are down! Mine were, anyway. TSV is so good at cutting its grand, complex plotlines with simpler [but not shallower] gutpunches, and it just grounds the whole thing.

[sunllghtt]

Hi are you up for a messy scene analysis thing

Ofc it's this scene who do you think I am

I've been wanting to do this for God knows how long but I never had the balls and neither the words to (still don't) but I wanna try to properly talk about this scene. My primal instinct is to sit here and tell you how much this 30 second scene changed the trajectory of these characters in the next movies, how it made their friendship grow and develop and how much of a storytelling lesson it is (oh the so so deep understanding you need to have of your characters to have them say things so vaguely and still express exactly what they mean). I could also go down the emotional and subjective road and ramble about how much it means to me and how I resonate with it, but I've done that at least 837382 times and I think everyone knows it by now 😭 so!!! Let's get to the real thing

(I'm trying to keep it as analytical and straightforward as possible but please note that this is my favorite scene that's ever existed so neutrality is not really a possibility)

Rocket is a brat. He's restless, he's loud, he's always puffing up his chest and yelling at someone and picking fights with the wind cuz it was blowing in a way he didn't like and he's just an overall bastard. In this scene, though, we see him inside out. His head is low, his shoulders are slumped, he has his tail between his knees and he looks tired. He speaks quietly (curiously like he doesn't want anybody else to hear him), he's not deliberately insulting anyone and he's just..... defeated??

Up until that point I don't think we ever got to see Rocket like that. From what the movies have shown us he'd never had to. But in the past few days that led to this, Rocket had stolen batteries for no apparent reason (which we'll later learn why💀), ruined their ship, got literally kidnapped by Ravagers, blew up a creepy planet-guy-thing and oh my god attended his friend's dad's funeral. At least half of these things were directly or indirectly his fault and he knows it.

I don't think he ever doubted it was (we see it earlier in the movie when the Guardians leave to "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac and Rocket scowls and winces like he either stepped in a pile of shit or got hit in the face by regret), but he still argued with Peter even knowing he was in the wrong just to keep up apparences or hold on to a little thread of pride when he was already feeling ashamed for being caught red-handed stealing shit he didn't need AND destroying their ship etc etc, and he just kinda fucked up big time. And I think that's (besides the general exhaustion of parenting a tree and fighting a planet and Yondu's death) is what got him so devastated in that scene.

Ofc Yondu played an extremely important role in that. He was the one to open Rocket's eyes, to give him some sort of reality check and show him the only thing isolation is ever gonna bring him is regret and bitterness (or, in other words, Yondu). Rocket is most of all hopeless and tired and just sad like that because he knows he hurt his friends. He knows he's chasing them away, that he yells at them, that he's always mean and that he steals batteries he doesn't need. He knows he's not awesome to put up with and seeing what happened to Yondu and his former friends probably made him terrified it'd happen to him and the Guardians too. He's stuck in this cycle of pushing them away with everything he can (and we could get into all his trauma regarding betrayal and death and literally endless other things but it's all very clear at this point) and he knows patience doesn't last forever. He's just scared, he feels bad and he's tired.

Now on the other hand we have Quill. He's also destroyed, he lost two fathers (3 if you count what Ego could've been, what he wanted him to be), basically relived his mother's death and had to watch literally every single one of them die. He's also scared and tired, yes, but all he has left is this unstable family of weird idiots who are learning how to show care and he's... pretty much fine with it. He wants it.

And when what Rocket's saying clicks, when he realizes who he's talking about, Quill, who's usually all smirks and teasing and bickering and name-calling, looks at his best friend like this,

because

(From vol 2 script!! Won't even try to comment on that last part before Quill's last line but I also really like that Peter just "shakes his head" over and over like he's just barely listening until he realizes what Rocket really means cuz it also shows a lot about his character. He's naturally a little slow and downright stupid when it comes to this kind of hidden emotional thing and he's also exhausted and depressed from everything that happened and STILL he stops and just. Sees Rocket, and sees Yondu.)

He's not doing well. He's probably sore and hurt and sad and miserable and yet he takes his sweet time to look down at Rocket, let go of his resentment from before and see right through him. In order to understand this scene it's important to remember he most likely doesn't know what Yondu told Rocket at all, he doesn't know anything they said to each other and how Yondu showed him they're mirrors. He doesn't know any of that. He just knows his best friend and his father and how much they resemble each other. He puts up with Rocket's bullshit because he knows how to deal with Yondu.

He could've just ignored him or pretended he didn't know what he was talking about. He could've made Rocket swallow his pride and "teach him a lesson" by making him say what he means without hiding behind metaphors and vague self-deprecation, because Rocket was probably vulnerable and defeated enough to be honest in that moment. And yet, he just looks at his friend, who's usually a loud and mean and restless brat, and is now staring at the floor with his ears droopy and his tail between his knees, and just says, as a form of reassurance and tenderness that's just as subtle and shy as Rocket's insecurities, "Well, of course not."

(The kind and soft and sweet DETERMINATION on his face tho like no!!! No we're not ditching you even though you suck I'm!!! Serious!!!!)

[smokersdilemma]

SMOKER'S DILEMMA (2)

⚠- Trypophobia, disturbing imagery and light violence.

It was a rough night for Rocket, the discomfort of the tight feeling in his lungs was mostly the thing that kept him from sleeping peacefully. Though, it gave him the excuse to stay wrapped up in Sword's embrace, so that made it more bearable at the very least. His wings were always a nice touch.

The morning wasn't much different. Turns out Medkit stopped over pretty early, as he got woken up by both coughing and the feeling of an oxygen mask being forced onto his face. Why? Apparently it was supposed to help with his breathing-that’s what Medkit said anyway, and who was he to argue? It was early and he was the doctor here, not him. For some reason, Medkit seemed to be murmuring things about something being 'strange' and another thing about smoke.

If he was more awake, maybe he would've cared more about the statement.

Thankfully though, they at least let him wake up more before they continued talking about more important things. Not like he didn't understand them, just that they didn't process. Regardless, he explained what he saw last night, and as he continued, Medkit's eyebrows furrowed in skepticism. "He didn't have his horns?" Rocket only shook his head. Medkit crossed his arms, leaning back in his stance. "I don't know about that. You could've just not seen them. It was dark, wasn't it?" He did bring up a fair point. What if he didn't see them? Zuka did paint his horns black, so maybe it was really just harder to see..

But that didn't explain the smoke. And that's what worried him most.

"I don't think that kind of smoke can condense like that, can it?" Sword piped up, his wing slightly tightening around Rocket. Medkit tilted his head in contemplation. "It shouldn't. Especially not in a house with circulation." He squinted and brought one of his hands up to put it under his chin, tapping his foot quietly on the ground. He shifted his one-eyed gaze back to Rocket. "You said there was more smoke coming from him?"

"It looked like it." The response only made Medkit huff in frustration, closing his eye in thought. "Look," Medkit started, opening back up his eye. "We'll go back to see Zuka. If there wasn't anything wrong, you've wasted my time." There was an underlying hint of a threat under his words, but it was.. decently normal, coming from him. Rocket quietly laughed nervously. "Haha.. I got it.."

They made sure everything was alright (mostly with Rocket, making sure his lungs felt fine) before they left. As the three of them were walking, Rocket couldn't help but notice the faint sight of smoke rising. Someone must be having a fire, he thought, but shrugged it off. It was normal for demons more used to the heat to start fires, especially around this time.

When they got back to his home, he frowned at the realization he never closed the door in his panic last night. Oops. On the bright side though, he didn't see much more of the smoke, though it seemed some of it was slowly and steadily rolling out of the house. It was weird it hadn't all filtered out already, given the amount of time the door had been open. But… he could faintly hear the shuffling inside, just as he had heard before. It made him shiver. Sword seemed to notice his unease and stepped closer to his side. Letting their shoulders touch, he looked down at him with a concerned look. Rocket only gave a reassuring smile, to which the other gave a small nod and turned focus back ahead.

Medkit watched the smoke that ran out of the door carefully and silently. He lifted his gaze to look up at the door. It was quiet. Too quiet. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, there was a low growl from somewhere within. It seems whatever is in there knows they're here. Rocket felt a familiar shiver down his spine. Luckily, it was bright enough outside so that there wasn't a need to turn on the house lights. After just… waiting for a bit, Medkit gave a small hand gesture to let them know they could continue on.

It was.. hazy inside, to say the least. Foggy, hard to see much, and the strong smell of cigarette smoke was still enough to give Rocket the urge to cough again. And, he couldn't help but notice that ever since the quiet growl could be heard inside, Medkit had been more on edge. Though, it didn't take a genius to know why someone might be more defensive after hearing that. It didn't sound like an animal or anything either, more of a demon-more feral than anything.

They continued walking on. Along some of the walls, there was this black, tar-like liquid. Sprayed around haphazardly, or just in puddles or smears. He couldn't help but notice that some of these smears, especially on the walls, looked like hand marks or claw marks. The ones on the ground had trailing footprints as well.

The strange noises were getting louder as they went closer to a hall. The smoke also seemed to condense more, making it much darker than it should be. Something was telling his instincts that maybe it wasn't a good idea to be sticking around here for long. They barely went down the hall before Medkit put his arm out to the side to block them from walking further.

"Wh-" Rocket started, but was rudely interrupted by a quick hiss from Medkit. "Quiet." The seriousness of the tone caught him off guard, so it effectively shut him up. On the floor, just a bit away from them, looked like.. a horn. Black on the outside, but an azure blue on the inside, like the outside was painted. He hesitated to look up from it, but did anyways.

But that's when he saw It.

Just beyond the discarded horn, there was someone-no, something. He took a step back, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth as he stared into the eyes of this thing. That's why the sound of breathing was louder. That's why there was more smoke. He felt nausea build up in the pit of his stomach. "Deities above-" He only whispered before backing more into Sword, who was staring wide-eyed at the creature in front of them.

Why did he look so... different now?

Medkit gripped his revolver that rested in its holster on his belt, eye trained carefully on the Thing that was before them. It looked like Zuka. It probably was, if he didn't know any better. His arms, elongated with various holes in different sizes, seemed to shake and breathe as it held itself up.

Then it spoke. Near breathless, strained and barely audible, but it succeeded in making his hands shake.

"ₛₒₙ"

"ᵢ'ₘ ₛₒᵣᵣy"

"dₒ yₒᵤ fₒᵣgᵢᵥₑ ₘₑ?"

He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. It sounded just like Zuka. He was brought out of his trance by the sound of something clicking quietly. The safety of a gun. He cautiously looked over to his side to see Medkit raising the revolver to aim down the hall.

…Something made his legs move. He didn't want to, so why was he? He stepped away from Sword's warm side and in front of the Thing-no, Zuka. He was in there. He.. just knew it.

"Rocket?!" Sword flinched as he too was brought out of the scared trance from the sight before him. "Don't shoot him!" He disregarded the worry and fear that was evident on Sword's face, the way the feathers on his wings seemed to fluff out. He held his arms out to protect Zuka and to shield him from the gun's barrel. "Rocket. Move." Medkit didn't drop the steady aim of the gun, eye narrowing.

"He's still there! You'd be killing him!" The words flowed from his mouth. He felt like he wasn't in control of his body anymore, and it freaked him out. This was his body, so why did he feel like he was in the backseat?

The breathing got more ragged and picked up in speed behind him, increasing the breathing down his neck as he heard snapping as well. Sword moved his hand to the scabbard of his.. well, sword. His expression had hardened as he looked at Zuka behind him. In swift movement, he unsheathed his sword and went past Medkit, who looked startled himself.

He practically stabbed Zuka and brought him away from him. Behind him, there were screams of breathless agony, a mixture of feral growls, hisses and screams. When he felt the contact of Sword's hands and arms around him, he was brought back to the front seat of his own body. His mind barely processed the sounds of a gun firing and the talking of the other two. He was fixated on the figure of… this thing once more. Eyes glued onto it's hollow sockets. Even though he couldn't see his eyes, he knew that they were looking directly into his.

He had to be practically dragged out of the house by Sword, his hands shaking as he sheathed his sword and made sure to hold him firmly and securely. He wanted to deny everything that happened since last night. This was a sick and crude dream, it had to be.

But he knew, deep down, it wasn't.

[wildglitch]

WIP GAME

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you so much @wolfsbanesparks for the tag!

My word is: LIGHT

Time do enter the horrors that are my drafts

L: "-Like, on one hand, he is glad the guy didn't shoot him, but on the other hand there is a gun, LITERALLY! What is he supposed to do in this situation?!?! A most likely criminal just threw a gun at him!-" (A bit of the first fanfic I ever started and am still working on TVT, Mha fic where Kaminari become a phantom theif)

I: If he didnt feel like he was freezing to death right about now, he would have kicked the man where the sun don't shine so hard even his ancestors would feel it. (A pre-canon pokemon fic where teenaged James ends up becoming kid AshsNanny)

G: Groning, Billy enters his room and flops onto the hotel bed, shutting his eyes and doing his best impression of a sleeping person, hoping that the raging fire and screams coming from the street would just go away. (Day 6 for BBW2024)

H: "-he just knows that the guy brainwashed the landlord.-"(The next instalment for my What if Zombies x DC au, this is focused of Peter's and Jason's relatioship as neighbors)

T: The baby falls face first into the dirt. (A Rotg x Mcu fic where Loki is Jacks Father)

I dont know if you can tell but a lot of my fic's can get very chaotic, I tried to find the most out of context ones.

Tag @chaoticallyfluffy & @teehhhhhhhhhhh and anyone else. pls tag me cause I wanna see what you've written!

Your Word is: DANCE

[musicalmoritz]

TikTok shipping discourse is giving me a headache

So I’ve been super excited abt the recent revival of the Gravity Falls fandom because that show was a large part of my childhood. My sister and I watched it as it was coming out, I still vividly remember watching the first episode with her when it aired. It was one of my first big fandoms so I have a lot of fond memories with it (and some not-so-fond, my sister and I would always joke abt how we were just like the Pines twins so certain areas of the internet were…well, awkward to say the least)

Anyways super happy that the fandom is back but why am I seeing so much beef between Dipcifica and Mabcifica shippers??? I don’t remember there being this much discourse before, most people shipped Bill//Dip so that was the biggest rival to Dipcifica I recall seeing at the time, besides Wen//Dip. Oh and also. The other one. But usually ppl were pretty chill abt Mabcifica bcuz it went along well with the mega popular mlm pairing so like,,,even if ppl didn’t care abt them, they were content with that as a way to keep Pacifica out of the picture. There were the typical homophobes ofc but I don’t remember ppl going out of their way to hate on Mabcifica back when I was really into the fandom

This might come as a shock, but I was always Team Dipcifica. It was one of those ships I absolutely fell in love with, I read fics of them on FanFiction.Net and watched all the amvs and cosplays. I liked the idea of Dipper being the guy Pacifica could sort of run away with after escaping her toxic family because I loved her character sm and wanted good things for her. And, well, I related to Dipper a lot so there might have been some subconscious projecting going on there

So yeah, big time Dipcifica girlie but as we all know I’m also a massive multishipper and Femslash Enthusiast™️. It took me awhile to come around to Mabcifica bcuz as I was watching the show I was working through a lot of internalized homophobia, but nowadays I ship them nearly equally to Dipcifica. They are both interesting ships in their own rights with their own appeals. Pacifica was always a character in Mabel’s storylines so people shipping them romantically makes sense to me. I actually look at Mabcifica content more frequently than Dipcifica content now bcuz my main thing is sapphic ships. But if you were to ask me to pick one, I would still probably say Dipcifica

Alright now onto the current discourse. I keep seeing posts on TikTok of Dipcifica shippers explaining why they hate Mabcifica, or bashing the ship in their own edits. I also see a constant flood of comments on Mabcifica posts of ppl hating on the ship and saying Dipcifica is better. My dudes, what happened to “ship and let ship”?? Seeing all of this at the same time I’m seeing a flood of posts saying that ships don’t have to be canon or even make sense, and that ppl should let fandoms have fun, is crazy. And yes I’m gonna pull this card, it’s a little odd for people to specifically be targeting the most popular wlw ship in the fandom. “It’s toxic” mf you ship BILL//FORD

Hate whatever ships you want!! No one is forcing you to like Mabcifica. If they are then block them. But omg I thought we were trying to leave needless ship hate in the past. The ships can coexist, believe me I’m overjoyed that Dipcifica has so many canon implications but ppl are still well within their right to ship Mabcifica

I don’t even care that much abt Bill//Ford (love it and fully support it, have supported it since middle school, but I’m more of a Fidd//author girlie) but I’m glad that’s the fandom’s main focus rn, I couldn’t take it if the ONLY thing the shippers were yapping abt was which Pines sibling Pacifica should hold hands with. Another life saved by toxic yaoi

Mabcifica shippers get behind me

[end0parasitic]

giggles kicks feet. if the offer to ask you to talk about endoparasitic is still open do you want to talk about Luce

BOY DO I EVER.

the thing abt luce is that she is almost completely cynte’s foil, and yet she still outdoes him in befriending the parasites, and that’s the whole point! she has been ignored for so long that she seeks their company, she craves connection, and she’s empathetic to the point that she’s willing to hear them out and help them.

she and cynte are both blinded by their pursuit for power, and both to the same extreme. the only difference is luce was chosen, and he was not. she thinks that she has bested him, that despite his treatment of her that she was the superior one, when in reality she was doomed the moment she reached out to the parasites. this ties into the theme of religion and devotion, being chosen as a sacrifice and being honored. gods in this world function as a lense through which the characters see the world, and luce sees it through the lense of goodness. she literally worships optimism, but this has failed her because of her extreme loneliness. and so, she decides to see good in the parasites.

luce also really resents cynte, go figure. she takes pride in her empathy and feeling and morality, yet she releases the parasites. they are both so blind, and the parasites were puppeteering everything the entire time, except for cynte. luce is lonely in a cold world surrounded by uncaring people, and so when “pyeridae”, her goddess of light and love, chooses her, she thinks that she is exceptional in having those traits to more of a degree than others. because cynte has not embraced these same traits in himself, he cannot ascend to the level that she has. but, truly, the parasites just want to spread. luce is a gateway, a vessel, a puppet, a host, a hero.

but, she has been tricked. plain and simple. the parasite starts whispering to her, eventually taking her mouth and taking over her body, splitting apart her skin to reveal engorged bones. her spine grows too long for her back. her will is completely warped when the parasite wastes the people on the arkship without her say. do you think she saw karis on the arkship?

she’s dealing with a similar kind of insanity to the cultists, where their minds are very distorted due to the parasites. the difference with luce is that her state is very advanced. the will of the parasite and the will of luce are melded together, if you were to separate the two there would not be enough of either left to even one of them to continue living. she is completely infected.

“cynte?” “i wish… i wish you would’ve killed me when you had the chance.” this quote makes me very sad. she realizes she was a puppet, that this state is very painful for her, that she’s done horrible things. cynte obliges with her request, if a little late.

i like her :3 doomed by literally everything. thank you for the ask!

[goldendivinewrath]

@thathollowsound liked for a thing!

"I am not drunk." Vash assures, not at all drunkenly. Extremely sober, actually. So very, painfully well-articulated and carefully controlled in volume and tone and motion that he cannot possibly be sober. But he is going to insist.

Even with a bottle in his organic hand, he still insists with a very meaningful stare. Very meaningful. Trying to distract the other man from actually looking at details. Predictably, it doesn't work. He sighs, defeated, taking another gulp directly from the bottle.

"Okay, I'm nervous. With no reason to be nervous! This is silly! What do I have to be nervous about, right?" The impending event of everyone in one room. At the same time. Interacting. Trying to be civil with each other.

After a second's contemplation, he takes another, much longer drink.

[pyschologicalrocketgirl]

kiss the rain away

Whatever it is Will is looking for, he seems to find, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upwards as he looks out the driver’s side window, past Mike’s head, before looking right back at him. “You know,” Will says, a little too evenly, “You parked next to Skull Rock.” And. Mike’s breath hitches. Oh, so it’s like that then.

It’s a rainy summer’s day when Mike kisses Will in (sort of) his car.

did someone say Byler fluff and humor, in the summer, swimming at Lover's Lake and being hounded by the rain? No, just me?

[rocketonthemoon]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

I've considered myself tagged by @appropriatelystupid and besides work is so dead today

I'm going to cheat a little bit and exclude WIPs that are YEARS old and I don't remember what they're about/from old fandoms but some of these are OG works that I like splashing around in so I think it balances out

and oh how easy it is to ignore you (sitting right here next to me)

Seahorse AU

In Sheep's Clothes

Treasured Planet

beary happy valentines

BG3 dribbles

Kara! Go Long!/AF AU

Most Truly

Kara Floats in her Sleep

Pictures of Us 2.0

OT3 Smut Fest

Work Ethic

also please consider yourself tagged because I'm not tagging 12 of you myself lol

[altruistic-meme]

this was supposed to be silly!!!!!!!!!!!! what!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

What do you feel about rocket raccoon?

Fine? I don't really know anything about the character except for, y'know...

The death carousel or whatever the hell you call that move 💀💀

[nightmarearian]

the pokemon manga is the timeline where everyone is a bit more insane send post

[nevesmose]

He gave her a Nostraman salute, one hand clawed over his heart. But he has two, she thought as she returned the gesture. Does it still have the same meaning if he's got a spare and I don't?

New chapter with extra rambles below the cut!

Revila got the VIII LEGION GLADIUS! It's not very useful for space combat...

Kind of an inbetween chapter - doing a bit of heavy lifting to get the plot moved along. So the Ultras are here! And not too happy about how our loveable rat people have tried to help with their rebellious world.

I wonder what will happen next in the story about people's past actions leading to events that escalate further and further out of control?

And now we know what Misleir looks like - the Reese's Puffs part of the trio has arrived. He's intended to evoke the many aspects in which Astartes are very immature and annoying to deal with in a lot of ways.

Appearance-wise I kind of ended up picturing something like the younger versions of Iwan Rheon and Colin Baker. Probably more so Baker as he's a big tall guy and I feel like that comes across in his face somehow.

Anyway, Misleir is a dick. Poleyn once again had the right idea by ducking out of the story as soon as he could - clearly he's the one with the brain cell.

Also the stolen Guilliman head started as a random funny background event but it feels like it's taken on a life of its own.

[cheswirls]

looking @ old fic i started when i was 14/15 is so funny bc im realizing once again why i never mark fics as abandoned even if its been literal years since i've touched them. specifically i was checking docs for stuff i started and either did or didn't post to ffn.

and its like. nothing is bad??? like i can see where my outside-the-box ideal of fic writing comes from. not just fics but writing in general, i'm p sure. even if it's a total cliche plot setup, there are details on each that rly make it stand out like oh yeahhhhhh i did have this great idea once upon a time.

funny too bc was it executed well in prose??? no absolutely not i wrote like shit when i was 15. would i revive an idea one day and revise it to be less cliche or cringy while still keeping the stand-out elements??? yea maybe. i might. everything i'm currently working on that i started from 2021 up to now still holds my supreme interest, but like i'm not gonna say never.

esp since i write fic first and foremost for my own need and specifically what i like to read, it makes it impossible to consider an idea i've thought extensively about "not worth writing anymore". anyway not making this too long i jus found everything interesting to consider