#The heam writes

[the-heaminator]

What if?

Alfred and Matt, mostly alfred sort of losing his mind, mild angst.

Alfred had spent so much of his life - the vast majority of the life of a man who was now on the cusp of middle age, blond hair turning grey, glasses (and a belly) growing thicker every year - trying to find his brother. His twin brother Matthew.  

 Just, disappeared one day. 

He’d gotten on the school bus with Alfred, got off it with him and had arrived at school together, but that was the last time he ever did see Matt. Naturally Alfred waited for him; he waited for him for a very long time, even now, 27 damn years later he could feel the utter and sheer terror of those few hours, his beloved brother, gone like the wind through his hair. 

God he missed Matt, who wouldn’t miss their brother should they just up and vanish like a puff of smoke?  

And the worst thing, the worst goddamn thing.  

Was that no one seemed to remember who he was talking about. His Ma, when he got back home late, sick with worry and on the verge of tears, they were only 15 then, all teenage bravado tended to bend and crack under the pressure of a missing sibling, and she had the audacity to act like nothing had even happened, who was this Matthew? She only had one son, was he feeling alright?  

He asked around school, Gilbert, Arthur, hell, even Ivan, a scary bastard who tended to steal all their food and scare them from behind, someone who adored targeting Matt for his....forgettableness...is that a word?..probably not.  

Ivan absolutely loved targeting Matt for how easily forgotten and girly he was; he had grown his hair out past his ears when they were children and kept it that way into his teens, a shade of blonde just a shade and a half away from ginger. A pretty colour, he was always a hit with a very specific breed of girl, the type that liked their boyfriends like skittish prey, like pretty little rabbits.  

But none of them remembered him, not one bit, they all looked at him like he was crazy, hell, even Arthur of all people, and that man clapped thrice when anyone said fairies didn’t exist, someone like him saying that Alfred was crazy hurt, more than he let on.  

But this was years ago, years and years, and in time any images of Matt started to disappear too, printed photographs started to fade, the pictures he showed as evidence of Matt’s existence started to fade, it was beyond unnerving.  

Some took weeks to fade. Some merely hours. But inevitably he was always gone. 

Ultrasounds, photographs, videos, analogue or digital. All of it, gone.  

Hell, if he wrote out Matthew’s name, Matthew Williams next to his name, Alfred F. Jones (differing surnames on account of Alfred keeping his Father’s surname and Matt keeping his mothers for reasons that Alfred never really questioned) and Matt’s name started to rub out, actively, fading out of existence like even the whole darn universe denied his existence so vehemently that it forced any trace of him out of existence with just a click.  

No one believed him, a teen with an overactive imagination was believable, sure, but his Ma got him tested for schizo once ‘cause she was so worried for him, she had every right to be, being his mother of course. But he wasn’t seeing things! He maintained this but no one believed him. Of course they didn’t 

Even the doctors guaranteed that there was no hallucination. But she still looked at him like he was insane sometimes, not sometimes, oftentimes.  

He wasn’t some kind of damn loon!   

He wasn't someone destined to be locked up for the safety of themselves and others, he was perfectly damn sane!   

But no one believed him. Now an adult, close to middle age, he couldn’t dare speak Matt’s name aloud, should he not want half the room to wonder who he was talking about. There was plausible deniability; honestly, genuinely not knowing someone was one thing. Vehemently denying their existence was an entirely different beast.  

Anyone he asked, anyone and everyone, people that could have not conceivably ever been anywhere near Matt, people that should just look at him with confusion and ask to specify which Matthew, there were many of them after all, a biblical name from one of the four writers of the gospel would naturally be a pretty popular name.  

But no. People vehemently denied any existence of a Matthew that could be linked with Alfred, hell he even had a coworker called Matthew, again, common enough name, right?  

And even he, when asked about Matt, Alfred’s twin brother Matt. Pulled a firm, almost overly convincing blank that no, he didn’t know a Matt, why was he asking? 

It was confounding, baffling, infuriating, and a bunch of other adjectives that Alfred was currently too drunk to name, he didn’t have a wife, didn’t have kids, just him, a dram or four of absinthe, and the memories of a bother no one believed ever existed.  

He knew he shouldn’t have let his obsession with Matthew take over like this, Matt wouldn’t have wanted this.  

But if Matt had cared what he wanted, even a little, then he wouldn’t have disappeared without a trace. No word, no memory. Just a Matt-shaped hole in Alfred’s heart that there was no conceivable way to fill.  

But at times like this, warm with drink and cold with longing.  

He liked to think.  

What if?  

What if Matt had never gone, what if he still had a brother?  

What if he had a small army of nieces and nephews, he could be the fun uncle and return the little gremlins to their rightful owner?  

What if his own Ma and Pa didn’t look at him like he was some sort of madman whenever he asked about him?  

What if? What if? What if?  

He had no way of knowing where his brother had gone, on some days he truly did feel insane, maybe he never had one, but those were not good days.  

But often he thought. 

What if his brother had never left him?  

[the-heaminator]

It was warm today, bright sun on his feathers, he was particularly frivolous today, he had preened himself and washed himself in the bowl, there were some very pretty crows flitting around the garden, it was breeding season after all, and in his long life, unnaturally long, though he didn't fully realise it, it always went like this, he settled down, made a nest, made a family, and again, and again, he noticed somewhat that his breeding partner always lived longer than the other crows, but she always ended up dying.

He didn't die. It wasn't fair.

He wouldn't think about that right now, right now it was time to start anew, yes. Yes it was, he called out. This would be the last time. Yes it would be.

If feelings could kill, Arthur would murder with sheer apathy, but he always got a little better in spring and summer, normally he couldn't care less about most things, and she knew this, but it was sort of nice to see some light return to his eyes.

He loved his crows dearly, he loved her dearly, he loved her brothers dearly, he loved his cat dearly.

Those were possibly the only things keeping him sane, she didn't know, couldn't be sure with him. But she did love her birds, so it wasn't too much of a far stretch to think that the little feathered creature that had been his for over a millennia would be close to his heart, regardless of what material it was made of at the moment, he was watching them, Christopher was he called?

It would make more sense to call a robin that, Christopher robin, but that crow had been around when she was a child, it was an oddly affectionate bird, all things considered, and he used to love sitting on the headboard of any chair or sofa she was sitting on, especially in the library during winter, watching over her, it was a little ominous yes, but he never did anything to her, it was like he was reading over her shoulder. She swore he understood everything they said.

Arthur spoke up, his voice was oddly hoarse, according to Rhys he had just been on a bender a week or so ago, and it showed, his hair had still a vague tinge of green, he looked a little more worse for wear than usual in general "How long do crows normally live Eleanor?"

That was an odd question, and something she was sure Arthur already knew the answer to, he was staring out the window, he seemed a little absent at the moment, nursing a now warm cup of tea, he was odd today, but she said nothing of it.

"Round 10 or so years in the wild, nearly 60 in captivity. Why?"

Flat, "Nothing, just wanted to know."

There was something off about him but she couldn't place what.

She asked slowly, like one would do to a frightened cat, oddly enough those similarities had always been there, even as he supposedly calmed down, still a little feral, especially when in such moods "How long have you had Christopher anyways?"

He looked at her, rather looked through her for a moment before bringing himself to look at her face, he looked tired, she usually didn't feel worried for him, that would be a waste unless he was physically hurling his guts up so much he couldn't stand, but he had just been off for a while now.

"Hmm, it's been a while, a thousand years at least, why do you ask?"

She looked out at him preening and looking pretty, a thousand years or more was a long time, she couldn't really fathom such a timescale, and crows were smart animals, they experienced grief just like humans, how many mates had he run through over the centuries, crows lived a long time naturally if give the right conditions, and under the influence of another immortal creature, they lived longer still. But they still did die.

Crows were social animals, generations often visited their parents, how would Christopher feel, how would he know really, that he would always outlive his children.

Yet he kept at it, flirting with many an inquisitive female, Arthur seemed to be thinking along the same lines, they were both quite similar in a lot of respects, foul temper, snarky, blunt, acidic, many had pointed it out, a love for birds somehow wheeled its way through too, but she was much younger, far, far younger; she couldn't read his face like he could read hers, he shut everything down sometimes, like Matthew did.

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Share a wip of yours! no pressure though

thanking @needcake for making me dig through a pile of wips to pick one i actually like enough to share :')

︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ .*

“Are you sure you want to go alone? I can come with you, meet you there tomorrow.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Henrique replied as he tried to focus on changing lanes mid-sentence. Once he was safely over, he resumed his conversation with Arthur over the phone, and said, "Besides, I don't think he'd be thrilled to see you at the door, of all people. No offence."

"None taken," Arthur assured him. "I wouldn't be there for him, though. Remember that. If you need me at any point, just tell me. I’ll be right over.”

Henrique didn’t want to tell him how silly he sounded over the phone. It was a kind gesture, though entirely unnecessary. He would be fine. All he was doing was visiting Antonio for a week and… doing whatever he could to make him feel better.

‘I don’t know what to do. You said to call you if I ever felt— Well, lost, right? And I’m lost, Henrique. I-I’m so lost right now…’

The words heard only that morning crept up on him, came to hang around his shoulders like a heavy scarf. He’d woken up to a voicemail left for him in the middle of the night. And as soon as he’d heard it, he’d called Antonio back and had arranged to spend a week with him—even if Antonio had protested and insisted he was fine, that he’d been drinking, that he didn’t need the company…

…Frankly, that had only made Henrique pack his bags quicker.

“Let me know once you get there, won’t you?”

Henrique refocused on the road (he was glad it was quiet) and said to Arthur, “I will. Maybe not right away, but… I’ll text you.”

“As long as. That’s all I can ask for,” Arthur replied. 

There was a moment, then, in which Henrique thought Arthur would say more. The pause was not quite a pause—not quite a finale. But, if he did want to say more, he didn’t. Instead, he told Henrique to drive safely, and promised to speak to him soon.

Henrique did not force further conversation. Perhaps, for the sake of himself and other road users, it was for the best.

With an hour left of his journey, the only company Henrique allowed himself was the radio. Some of the songs he knew, and others, he was less familiar with. At least they helped pass the time, singing words that were seldom appropriate for how he felt, but that seemed to do their best to uplift him.

In turn, with time passed signs—so many signs pointing him towards all the wrong cities, the wrong towns, the wrong places. He needed a sign that took him directly to Antonio, the fastest route available. He had a route mapped in his mind but even as he followed it, the thought lingered: what if there's a faster way?

Henrique was worried.

︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ .*

tagging @the-heaminator, @froggi-mushroom, @ellavei, @peppermint-chocolate-cherries (if none of you mind being tagged akzkwkxka)

[froggi-mushroom]

I think my keyboard commited die in that last ask what do you think I said

I thought you were casting a spell on me

[council-of-beetroot]

polpru or ruspru?

Polpru. It's an iconic ship and extremely underrated. I have never written Ruspru and it seems a tad daunting of a task to do so. I think it's because it's a ship lots of people do but it takes a certain je ne sais quoi to really write it well.

But I want others thoughts so I'm going to add a poll

Usually if I'm going for a lietpru endgame it will go as follows

I could go on about both ships though for ages. I have lots of thoughts.

[frenziedcrescendo]

Homestuck writing prompt. What if alpha Rose&Dave get ahold of the cross-timeline chat client and is able to chat with Dirk and Roxy.

[the-heaminator]

Magnus found Edmund to be a better warrior than he could have ever hoped, completely subservient, while frail looking, he was stronger than he looked, in hand to hand combat he was still miles away from even getting close to Magnus, but he healed frightfully fast, and the subservience was borne, he hoped so at least, more out of obedience than fear, he hoped at least, fear could very quickly become burning hot anger; Edmund was too timid for anger, it was not easily found within his constitution to be angry, he could try, but that only made him scared, so he stopped trying, it only made things worse when he did, clouded his senses and made him behave odd, imperative to stay focused or he would get thrown around like a rag doll.

That. That is 134 words. BLOODY RUN ON SENTENCES

I dont even know that many people oh dear, I'll tag as many as i can

@helianskies @germanyskrazythiccass @disneyprincessdxminatrix @froggi-mushroom @owlrolls @koolkat9 @hondakiku

That's that's it..

Join if you want to bc jesus christ

Last Line Tag

tagged by the lovely @thiamsxbitch 😘

RULES—share the last line you wrote for your WIP, and then tag as many people as there are words.

MK placed too much responsibility on himself already, how would he react if he knew his mentor, the great Monkey King, signed off for his immortality to end after MK’s passing?

hehe :3 would you believe if I told you that this wip was supposed to be fluffy?

tagging (with no added pressure dw <3): @sourdough-morbread @bellamyblakru @ghoultaffy @shana-rosee and anybody else bearing witness to this post and feels inclined to play!

[ella-norah]

Because @chaeul asked me about the reverse harem, I can tell about that story a bit. To be honest, I have no idea if there's anything I haven't told you about it, lovie, but I'm sure I can find some interesting fun facts.

Reverse Harem is an AU of Love in the Air, mostly named like that because my idea was that omegas are the ones who have harems, unlike alphas like in many stories. That's why omega Rain, who is also a prince in this story, will have his harem that includes Phayu, Pai and Sky (all three of them are alphas).

Because my brain loves complicating, or well overcomplicating, my universes that I make writing, the story idea grew. From just ot4 story, another 4 love stories are added into the mix and they're all going to be developed relatively paralelly.

The second storyline that I added is Chai/Heam/Saifah - mostly because I couldn't make a decision whether I'll keep Saifah's canon gf or if I do the ghostship that I very enjoy. It ended up as both, and a poly story for them, and it's one of my favorite things in the story, because I haven't done this anywhere else.

Then, I decided to add another of my beloved ghostships from LITA, and that's Phan/Ple. The girls are very dear for me, so I wanted to give them a story of their own. And because I couldn't simply include just one of Pai's siblings, without including the other one of them, I added Plerng/Sin, another canon pairing (they have their own book that's not translated in english).

In the end, I added Sig/Som as the pairing, because it felt right to add them and give some balance to the other characters.

After that, I just simply needed to balance all the stories, to give them all a uniqueness because I didn't want to make them all one and the same - as they're not one and the same, each character is different, and for some I have limited informations, but I am doing my best to develop them all in the best way possible.

Reverse harem is currently being written, and it's one of the favorite stories I'm writing.

If there's any more questions about the story, feel free to ask me <33

[sumerianlanguage]

Silim! I would like to know/i need the translation of some words and phrases with their sumerian cuneiform writing too! Firstly i would like to ask the sumerian translations and cuneiform ( sumerian writing) of these:

-By Death I create

-Death's dark presence

- I bow before (name of entity/divinity)- i mean for example like in sanskrit: Om Namah Shivaya - means i bow before /veneration to Shiva,like this just in sumerian form

- constellation of corpses

- spheres like Death

- Death worship

- "I opened the night, urged on by the scent of blood, i strangle your futile light"

- "Let spirit be beast and flesh be prey "

Thank you for your answer in advance!

Silim, and thanks for these interesting phrases! I've put the translations under the cut since this gets a little lengthy.

"Death" is ush 𒌀, and "to create" is dim 𒁶, so "by/from death I create" is ushta dimen 𒌀𒋫 𒁶𒂗.

"Presence" is tricky to translate as a separable noun. There's a set phrase igi-X-sh(e) "in the presence of X", so with kukku 𒈪𒈪 "dark" we can make a phrase igiushkukkush 𒅆𒌀𒈪𒈪𒍑 "in the presence of dark death". Otherwise, you could use something like namngal 𒉆𒅅 "existence" to make namngalkukkuusha 𒉆𒅅𒈪𒈪𒌀𒀀 "the dark existence of death".

To bow down is a set phrase ki za 𒆠𒍝, so we can use the same "presence of" phrase to make Ngae igi[so-and-so]sh(e) ki zan "I bow before [so-and-so]".

"Constellation" is mulan 𒀯𒀭, and "corpse" is adda 𒇿, so mulanadda 𒀯𒀭𒇿 would be "constellation of (one or more) corpses". There is a word written with the signs SAHAR+DU+TAK that means "piles of corpses", but its pronunciation is unknown so I wouldn't use it in this translation.

The word biluda 𒉺𒀭 means "rituals" as well as "worship", so biludausha 𒉺𒀭𒌀𒀀 would be "worship of death".

Key vocabulary for these sentences includes ngi 𒈪 "night", bad 𒁁 "to open", ir 𒅕 "scent, smell", urin 𒌶 "blood", e "to say, speak, command", zalag 𒌓 "light", hunu 𒄷𒉡 "weak, helpless" (the closest I could get to "futile"), and gu lal 𒄘𒇲 "to throttle, constrict". So the full set of sentences would be Ngae ngi ibbad. Irurina ene. Ngae zalaghunuzu gu lalen 𒂷𒂊𒈪𒌈𒁁 𒅕𒌶𒀀𒂗𒂊 𒂷𒂊𒌓𒄷𒉡𒍪𒄘𒇲𒂗 "I opened the night. The scent of blood commands me. I throttle your helpless light."

Heam 𒃶𒀀𒀭 means "may it be (so)". "Spirit" is bar 𒁇 and "beast" is umaam 𒌑𒈠𒄠, while uzu 𒍜 is "flesh". There isn't a great word for "prey", so I'd use kul 𒆰 "meal" to craft the sentence Bar umaam heam, uzu kul heam "May spirit be beast, may flesh be meal", written 𒁇𒌑𒈠𒄠𒃶𒀀𒀭 𒍜𒆰𒃶𒀀𒀭 in cuneiform.

I hope those work for you!

[the-heaminator]

Dude trust me there is something wrong with that green-eyed bastard

@hetaween-event

day 1: Witches, i had fun writing this an wrote this in about an hour and a half so idk what goes on in it but its fun, ps, search up what a brexit tackle is.

Alfred had always found Arthur strange, he never knew why; he was just wrong.

Wrong as in half a degree off a right angle. Alfred could feel him staring sometimes, eyes too green, too large, too bright boring into his skull like he was drilling holes. No one really understood why he was unnerved, because for all intents and purposes Arthur was a model student, deputy head boy, got some of the highest grades in the year, and never really got into trouble. 

He wasn’t someone anyone would consider dangerous, he wasn’t one of those lads who carried knives or sold vapes, even tucked in his shirt and was unlikely to show up with skid marks on his trousers after brexit-tackling someone in the muddy fucking field.

But to Alfred, there was something wrong, and he had the sinking, deeply sinking feeling that Arthur knew about his fears. Why else would he stare at him like that? Otherwise, he was almost mild-mannered, not the type to stare, and most definitely not the type to stare like that.

Not that Alfred could tell you what that meant, kind of like he was undressing you, but not peeling you of your clothes, noo, that would be too normal, Alfred swore he was being stared at like he was planning on removing his skin. Alfred very much did not enjoy that.

He told Matt, his brother, his confidant, his idiot in arms while walking back from school, of his suspicions, and Matt just laughed him off, come on, no way was he scared of Arthur fucking Kirkland, Matt was in his maths set and genuinely there was no need to be afraid of him. 

“Those eyes dude!”

“They’re just green, it's not that deep bro, chill out.”

“Nah, nah, Antonio’s eyes are green, this fucker is staring into my soul like he wants to peel my skin off.”

“Look at you, being all dramatic, you really should have taken drama.”  Matt had such a shit-eating grin on his face that Alfred really wanted to tackle him right then and there.

“Oh for the love of god Matt stop being an asshole” He knew damn well that asking Matt not be an asshole to him was asking the sun to rise in the west and for fish to climb trees, but god fucking dammit why didn’t Matt believe him!

“Oh come on, I believed you when you said you saw Natalya skinning a crow behind the English block, trust me here, there is something wrong with that man.”

“Natalya was a special case, tell me you don’t think her ass would do that. She barks at dogs dude, you’d be insane not to believe me. But Arthur has done absolutely jackshit to you, or anyone else, so what gives.”

“What gives is that I swear that man is trying to peel my skin off with his eyes and I Do Not Fucking Like That.”

“Alfred.”

“Matt.”

No one said anything for a while, mostly because they were staring at each other, Alfred having to crane his neck up just a little to meet Matt’s eyes, neither willing the other to say anything, and also they were blocking the pavement so they had to get a move on.

“Fine, but I swear if nothing happens I will steal all your lunch for a week.”

“Come on, that's a bit much!”

“Put it this way, if you really think there's something up with that bastard then you’d be happy to take this.”

“You bastard. ” but they shook on it anyway. Matt probably wouldn’t steal his lunch. Probably. Hopefully. Besides, Arthur definitely had something up with him, Matt would see it, just watch. Perceive him. Really perceive him, and he will reveal his true fucked up colours. Just you wait.

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“That bloody fatass is perceiving me.” Why the fuck had Alfred of all people decided to perceive hi, that man wa sa blabbermouth if he’d ever met one and he’d already probably blabbed to half the school that something was off about him.

Lukas raised his eyebrows, right, what had gotten into Arthur this time. He never really got perceived, it was Vlad’s job to get accidentally perceived, but he was used to it and could always play it off as a joke to the point that him being slightly off-putting was part of his entire vibe.

But Arthur? Arthur hadn't been perceived properly since the Great war??? The fuck??? He was practically a model student too. Damn the whole dying of whatever the fuck (causes of death had grown far more boring in the past decades) and having to grow up again and again and again. The fact that they always had to die on the same day was stupid too. But who were they to question a fucked up spell.

Lukas for one was enjoying this, Arthur had broken his streak of not being perceived, Lukas was last properly seen in the late 90s. Matthias. Wonder what he was doing now. Anyways, spill the fucking tea.

What tea was there to spill! Alfred was looking at him like he knew something was wrong, he'd flinched when Arthur looked at him like it burned him, meant he wasn't being purely perceived but Alfred had an idea. And the boy had an overactive imagination, this was both good and bad.

For one, being known for an overactive imagination meant that no one would believe him, so him being a blabbermouth wouldn't be much of a problem there, but that also meant it was easier for him to perceive the lot of them.

Right. What should they do about it.

“Flirt with him.”

“Lukas no.”

“Why not, have fun with him, fuck him up.”.

“You're a bastard, you know that Lukas.”

“Renowned in 4 countries for it. Yes”

“I am not going to flirt with him.”

“I dunno. Kill him.”

Vlad just burst in, covered in mud. What the fuck had he been doing “Who are we killing!” He sounded far too bright given the subject content.

“We are not killing anyone, Vlad.”

It was rare for Lukas to smile, let alone snigger, “The fuck happened why is the snow prince giggling?”

“I am not the snow prince, if I was I wouldn’t be dealing with you dinguses.” He was laid down on Arthur’s bed, hanging off it upside down, “But anyways, Artie over here is being perceived.”

“Oooh, broke his streak did he?”

“Oh shut up Vlad, you are constantly perceived.” 

“Hey, not like I try to hide it anyway! But you, Mr Kirkland, have been perceived.”

“I still vote to kill him. Or fuck him.”

Vlad stared at him “Why is that your answer to everything Lukas.”

“It works.”

“RIGHT, Lukas, shut up, Vlad, why are you covered in mud, Bess, get your fluffy ass here right now.” Bess, short for Elizabeth, was Arthur’s little familiar, wasn’t a sleek black cat, noooo, it was a dumb idiot ginger who was far too fat for her own good and could probably wake satan with her screams if he even dared to shit without her present.

He tied a note to her foot, and told her, his fucking idiot cat, staring at her in the eye “Give this to Alfred F Jones, make him respond, then come back. Okay.” Bess went out the window and Arthur mildly hoped that she wouldn't do something stupid, a wasted thought, she would anyways, but it was good to dream no?

“I still vote on killing him.”

“ SHUT UP LUKAS!”

[the-heaminator]

thank you froggi!

Gilbert called for Alfred and Ludwig, both bright eyed and buzzing with questions, quickly shut down by Gilbert asking what they wanted to eat, further shut down by Arthur's vehemence that they did not need to do this.

"It is not a need, but I want to do this, so sit down." Arthur had gotten up from the sofa, he lack of blood to his head made him look worse and made him stumble and blackout for a bit, Matthew didn't even try.

This is from I think chapter 5 of I'll be fine don't you worry.

tagging @helianskies again @astrophilic-soul @thegoliathbeetle @apersonwholikeslotus and anybody else who wishes to join

Last Line Challenge!

(woo)

Thank you @happybean17 for the tag!

Wow, wip be upon ye! The last line I drew on this piece was part of the eyes. I've been trying to hash out a more realistic style. It is a full body piece but I didn't feel like drawing clothes so the legs had to get mostly cropped out. Hopefully this is enough for tumblr not to give it the boot.

No pressure tags lovelies! @deadbranch @sofasoap

[spicykat9]

Heam, Riva, I'm blaming you for setting in my omegaverse brainrot when I should be focusing on the familial fluff for Royal Red bros week 😡

Ugh I want to ramble about omegaverse but I have no clue what to talk about. I want to talk about the world building but there is just so much to consider 😭

Especially if you apply it to nationverse. Like... In canon we see nations fight wars. But that becomes risky for omega nations because of their heat and It's not like suppressants were always available. Personally, when I write omegaverse, suppressants have only been developed over the past century. So how did omega nations contribute to the war effort? Did they take jobs off of the front lines as a medic or perhaps a strategizer? Did they some how hide their pheromones and supress their heat? Perhaps because they were nations, they had privledges to leave the battlefield because a heat was coming on.

And how would their bosses react if their nation was an omega? Some would probably be supportive, some would probably not let them anywhere near any serious business because they see them "unfit" because stupid prejudice and shit. Perhaps some would even pressure them to start a family before realizing nations are infertile. Omg imagine an omega telling their boss they can't get pregnant but the bosses just think it's a lie the omega is making up to some how weasel there way into political talks and basically force them to try to conceive a child with an important ally. But eventually they can see that "Oh maybe they weren't lying."

Ugh and imagine being on the battlefield as a disguised omega and their heat sets in early. So perhaps an ally or maybe even enemy nation has to... Help them get past the heat.

Oh God. Someone please let me ramble about these things and give me jumping off points to discuss these kinds of things

[fluffywhump]

hetaween starts in two days, and my energy levels are way too low to even so much as wrap up my hetaween fic from last year, but in case i decide i want to go back and write things later, i'm posting these little ideas I'd had

Day I: folklore | cabin in the woods | after dark

Inspired by both kitaychan's Nerium oleander and heam's/magictrio1118's All the better to eat you with. Mattie's abducted on his way home after filling a coworker's closing shift. Al manages to track him down to a seemingly abandoned cabin in the woods, where Mattie is being held, barely conscious and missing a limb. His kidnapper has been cutting off pieces of him to cook and eat, and after getting a hold of himself, Al tries to save Mattie, only to end up captured himself.

Day III: witchcraft | haunted | in the mirror

Natalya tries to give Ivan a love potion, but Lilli ends up drinking it herself. All I got is "yandere!Liech" and not much else.

Day IV: fairytales | found footage | underworld

Rapunzel retelling with Madeline as Rapunzel and Gil as the prince. I have a note for Madeline being a vampire or succubus, and this was before I read that Rapunzel vampire x vampire hunter YA book, I swear. I don't think I planned for Gil to be a vampire hunter in this fic, but probably he was one before or has friends/family who are hunters. Or an ex-priest.

Day VII: vampires | ocean | biggest fear

Alfred was a vampire hunter but was turned into a vampire. He's now hunting down Ivan, the old-as-dirt vampire that turned him. He then plans on walking into sunlight afterward. At the same time, he needs to avoid being killed by his former mentor Arthur before he can reduce Ivan and himself to ash.

Looks like those were the only days I had ideas for, lol

[doueverwonder]

heam and I realized the spy au is the au of an au I told them about. Cause I had a spy au and they based their's off mine, and then i'm writing an au based off the spy au.

we're on the third layer of au something that is completely normal to have.

[krazys-ass-emporium]

Aww 🥺🥺🥺 Thanks, guys!

@krazys-ass-emporium impeccable artstle, impeccable vibes, may adopt you on accident, deserve the world and all the asses in it, and tell the corn i said haiiii

♥♡∞:｡.｡ 　Positivity for @krazys-ass-emporium ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

[gremlins-hotel]

MA'AM I WANT TO WRITE YOU SOMETHING FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, ANYTHING SPECIFIC AND CAN I?🎤

Heam my love you don’t have to do anything if you’re busy 💖 I appreciate the thought! How are you doing today?

[froggi-mushroom]

FROGGI

I GOT A WONDERFUL ASK AND NOW SO WILL YOU BC YOU DESERVE IT MUAH. SPREAD THE KIND WORD MAKE SOMEONES DAY MAN

Ok so first thing, you just as a dude, even through the internet, just seem really fucking nice really chill, you hype us all up and I feel like while you say you are quiet you would be an absolute fucking blast to talk to, you would be fun. Your writing makes me want to tear your brain and my heart out in the best way possible and omgggggg fuck your brains your engport makes me have a violent urge to write them even as I have no idea how to.

Your takes are so fucking correct so much if the times follow british moot, I'm tucking you into bed rn if you're awake and giving you and bonny a kiss on the forehead bc you deserve the world and more, dont forget that man,

DO NOT FORGET THAG

Have 2 pigeons

HEAM IVE JUST BEEN REREADING THIS FOR AGES OH MY GOD????

First of all, you seem like such a chill person, very niche but I feel like it’d be so fun to just kick back and chat with you for hours over some snacks or run around a museum with you, ya know? Like you really remind me of someone I know irl so much

And your writing??? I know I don’t read it often and that’s mostly cuz I’m really not into hetalia that much anymore but your pruk??? You get Gilbert, you know him personally, and your Arthur is spot on, but I expect nothing less from someone who suffers lives in this country

I love seeing you in my notifications so much, it makes my brain feel all fuzzy and I get such a dopamine rush

I’ll make sure Bonny gets so many kisses and cuddles and I’ll be tucking myself into bed soon cuz I am sleepy

Have this video of two pigeons moving into a bunch of Ivy my garden as a sign of my appreciation cuz this has made my day my week my month my year, everything

And have a spoingus