#The writing bug bit me again

[seeker-ophelia]

Veilguard Spoooooilers Below

Re: The Lighthouse....

gaaahhahahah

Have you seen the music room?

I have and I am NOT WELL ABOUT IT

It got me thinking... what if Rooks crew found a karaoke machine in there...

And then the Inquisitor showed up....

Dragon Age, The Musical

The group was more surprised than they should have been at the hidden music room Rook unlocked by moving around the strange statues surrounding The Lighthouse. Neve and Bellara swept it first, checking for traps and hidden dangers, but found nothing. Darvin swept it next, and surprised the lot of them by bursting out the first few bars of Pianoman on the Grand Piano in the center of the room. Emmerich noted the frescoes on the wall, but it was Taash who found the karaoke machine tucked into the corner. She pulled it out at the deep groan of everyone except for Bellara, but demanded that everyone go to the kitchen, fetch a drink, and to get back here immediately afterwards. And don’t let Lucanis wiggle himself out of this one. 

[cowboysorceror]

re-vamping and solidifying my Jason design for "door, opening" my in-progress fic! if you don't want to read my handwriting it's all written out in alt text lol 👍 EDIT: see Dick over here!

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[viperwhispered]

Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

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[powdermelonkeg]

Sometimes the best thing to do for a fic is to let it rest and recharge while you collect your spoons doing something else. Like crop rotation.

And sometimes, the best thing to do for a fic is to give your main guy More Problems.

[specific-dreamer]

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🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

i added way more than 50 but here’s my favorite 50 from what i did add ! under the cut ofc any potential readers don’t want spoilers

the fic is the one where johnny and pony run to darry instead of dally. darry centered of course

They aren’t rich by any means, so their curtains are plastic and thin enough that it barely hides anything. Which would mean he’d be able to see the kid’s shadow moving.

“Ponyboy Michael, I swear if I open that curtain and you’re standing in the corner dry as a fucking chinchilla.”

[mokeonn]

I think that the 2010's media landscape of Buzzfeed articles about plotholes in disney movies, Cinemasins critiques, and Watchmojo Top Ten scenes in movies that make no sense has truely ruined a lot of media. People are afraid that their work will be torn down if they dare leave a single thing up in the air, if they dare ask their audience to suspend their disbelief.

All too often nowadays I see stories (especially fantasy), take the time to explain how every small aspect of the world works and how it all logically makes sense. The constant time stopped to explain why an event happened, how this object works, or why this is important to the characters. It's just really not needed and it honestly makes a lot of stories worse.

I am of the opinion that the best stories truly just drop you into their world and explain nothing. They just take you through the story of this world and you just have to accept it and continue on. "When he became king, the land became barren." I don't want the story to stop and explain why this is, or how it happened, I want us to move on so we can just assume that the king has such rancid vibes that everything died.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

That feeling when your sister bites you on the butt, because you won't stop being a butt 😔

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

can't believe i'm. fuckin ill again.

[xitty]

Louder for the back row again: Hiyori does not hate Eichi

[anderstrevelyan]

Hi tumblr, I'm back!

Spent the past month glaring at people in bg3 and it was glorious

[sskk-manifesto]

What a good episode. Maaaaaan

[lexalovesbooks]

Anyways that was a great book, a wild ride all the way through

[chromatic-crow]

I know you said you are stepping away for a bit so no pressure BUT Brodsfabes and Anyway by Rebecca Black. idkk I'm thinking about the upcoming offseason and how the season went for the wild and then injuries and the whole rookie/veteran. Anyways.

Sleepwalkin’ through life like a daydream Time's not on our side and you wanna buy mine I'm free falling through my heart’s vacancy When the signs say that we're insane I'm gonna, gonna love you anyway I'm callin' out, can you hear me? 'Cause this silence is deafening (Is deafening) No matter how we try, we're in a different place and time But what we have is too good to release

The season doesn’t start off well, and it doesn’t seem to get much better as they continue through it. But it’s Brock’s rookie season and he still feels like it's a dream when he wakes up every morning. Being able to practice and play for his home team with players that he grew up watching, even some of the recent additions from the offseason being some sort of star that he never expected to be on the team with.

It’s Jonas that gets most of his attention of course. Brock never thought he would be able to play with him, get anything besides maybe tips and critiques from the vet. Some of the guys call it hero worship, others teasing him and calling it a crush, sometimes both. He doesn’t mind the teasing, it's just part of being one of the guys.

It was a crush, one that Jonas noticed and at first was careful to not give him any hope that their relationship would be anything more than friends, keeping it professional. Which Brock was understanding, but a long standing crush like that doesn’t just go away overnight, or over the course of a week or two. And it was annoying, Brock constantly trying to fight with the butterflies from either the crush or too much caffeine and adrenaline coursing through him every time he took the ice with Jonas, always fearing that he would mess something up, come on too strong in a way that wasn’t okay. But eventually Jonas saw him for what he is, a twenty one year old rookie with a lot to prove. It had become a bit of a thing between them, Brock usually sneaking out of Jonas’ hotel room, Jonas bringing extra clothes to the rink and waiting for him to finish up to drive them back to his apartment.

And then the last few months hit, Brock forcing himself to play through fractured ribs cause fuck being put on the injured list, he wants to play all of his rookie season. He wants to learn as much as he can through play, not from video or the sidelines, an injury wasn’t going to stop him.

Jonas seemed to be concerned with the decision, sitting him down and telling him that if Jonas thinks it’s too much and that he’s too injured he will force him to go on the injured list, saying “you’re the future of the team, can’t have you getting too fucked up in your first season Fabes.”

Which leads them to now, Brock sitting across the table from Jonas in the common room, little kitchenette already in the process of being cleaned out, missing most of the cups and mugs it had during the season. They had both brought in drinks, Jonas with his little paper coffee cup heading towards empty on the table, Brock sipping on his iced coffee while they sit in. Well, he wouldn’t say comfortable silence, but it also wasn’t uncomfortable either, just a weird feeling, mostly from the season being over and so uneventful if he had to guess.

He knows his disappointment is probably palpable, most of the guys were upset as well, but they had all focused on having what fun they could and just trying to build chemistry as a team after being eliminated from contention. But he already knows that this isn’t what Jonas pulled him aside and sat him down for.

“So, I’m going to play for Sweden in worlds.”

Brock nods at that, fiddling with his cup. He’s pretty sure they had already talked about it, he had been a little disappointed that he had to heal up, unable to play against Jonas in the summer. But also there’s something else in Jonas’ voice, almost a question.

“Did…did you want me to come with you or something? I mean, I would but also-”

He watches Jonas’ tongue dart out, looking like he’s trying to pick his words carefully. It makes Brock’s stomach clench.

“I wouldn’t say no but you need to rest. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ll see you in a few months.”

And there it is. He’d figured it was coming at some point.

“Ah…okay yeah that’s-uh that’s fine. I’ll still be here.” 

Jonas looks away for a little too long, Brock downing the rest of his iced coffee with a bit of regret, stomach now feeling even worse.

“We can still call and text, it’s just a pause for the summer.”

“Oh yeah no that’s fine, like I said, I’ll still be here Brods.”

He really doesn’t want to think about the fact that he’s only signed for another year, that he’ll have to go through contract negotiations. Even less so about the fact that Jonas is nine years older, been in the league for twelve plus years and how once his contract is up, he’s likely retiring. And leaving Brock.

“I leave in a week and I’m going to go pack after this, did you want to come over?”

Brock won’t tell him any of his fears about that, he just wants to keep doing whatever it is that they’re doing, enjoying the time they have left together.

 “Yeah, meet you there?” 

Brock gets up from the little table as Jonas gives him a nod, small smile on his lips. He would hold on to this anyway he can, for as long as he can.

[enbeemerang]

I'd like to thank @abombihoney for the idea for this fic!!! Specifically This Post which I link in the fic. This was such a fun idea to explore, and even more fun to get back into the swing of writing bug fables <3

[theultracharmingladynoire]

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