#aaa i loved writing this one

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Fear

Thank you @dr-demi-bee for the prompt: Fear!! 💜

Each heartbeat closer, closer. Rook's throat burned as she heaved in ragged breaths, sprinted, pushed, drove her body to breaking point to get to him. She ran this endless corridor, a dream-space, the Fade closing in.

A door. A door! Angling herself at it, she smacked shoulder-first into the bright gold of a sunlit room.

Maker's breath, not the sun-

Rook stumbled to a halt, bent with hands to knees, her lungs screaming. She dare not look up.

'Rook!'

Lucanis. He sounded choked, terrified. It pulled at her like gravity, wrenching her toward him.

'Rook,' a new voice, deep as the abyss. The violent purr of her god. She looked up then, squared her shoulders, tried not to buckle at the sight of Lucanis held by the throat in Elgar'nan's fist, dangling feet off the ground. His face was purple as he gasped for breath.

I won't let you, she thought.

'I told you, da'len,' he continued, apparently losing interest in Lucanis, turning his attention to Rook as she crept forward. Fear sank deep into her gut, the hair on her neck standing on edge as that terrible voice rumbled through her. 'There are things I would have of you. Come closer.'

Run, she thought. Flee.

No. Another voice, defiant, strong. You can't leave Lucanis to his fate. He'd never leave you.

'I was never one for believing,' said Rook softly. 'Not one to bow or kneel or pray. If you are looking for a supplicant in me you will not find her.'

'Wilful child,' he said gently, extending his free hand; the burning yellow of his eyes met her own and she pressed her lips together in fury. 'I will give you everything you could ask for, but you must ask for it. Approach, kneel in prayer, and feel my touch. Be consecrated.'

Her heart kicked at her throat. Save him, save him, save him, it said. Rook balled her shaking hands into fists and kept her eyes off the Antivan crow. She watched her god instead- the All-Father- flex his fingers as he reached out to her. He seemed to have all but forgotten Lucanis' presence; his grip was relaxed, like he was holding a glass of wine. Lucanis' eyes were closed. Still breathing.

Lucanis stayed quiet. She could feel his eyes follow her as she approached Elgar'nan's throne, sinking to one knee. If there was a flicker of disgust in her eyes, the eldest of the sun didn't seem to mind. Warmth radiated into her as he cradled her cheek, the strong heat of a summer's day suffusing her. It made her stomach roil and she swallowed back the urge to vomit.

'Find refuge, da'len.' It was like he was cooing to a baby, the sick sweetness of it seeping into her ears. 'Become holy.'

'It's not enough,' she croaked out, leaning into his palm. A wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm her. Spin it into ecstasy, she begged herself. Do what you must.

'You have missed the benevolent guidance of a master,' he said sympathetically. 'Poor little Rook. Ask.'

'Please,' she said. 'Please god, touch me.' Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lucanis go limp, dangling grotesquely, and then crumple. The smile Elgar'nan graced her with would've been beatific, were he not repulsive to her now. His hand slid across her other cheek and, holding her face delicately in his massive hands, he drew her inexorably upward, to her feet.

'Very good, little Rook,' he breathed, bending to meet her. His breath was hot, stifling as he drew her closer. She was going to pass out. She was going to give the game away and he was going to break her neck with a swift, casual ease. Lucanis was dead. It was all over. Horror after horror flashed through her mind.

Pawns become queens, she thought.

The quiet was unbearable. She needed to know. She could not know.

She closed her eyes, sharing breath with a figure she had known her whole life. The father made flesh. Against his lips, she said the words that had been dying to tear loose from her throat. The curse.

'May the Dread Wolf take you.'

He may have been with her. She may have been blessed, she did not know, but she sensed some kind of savage triumph in her head, baying its victory, and then Elgar'nan was screaming, divine ichor spraying onto her face. She opened her eyes, yelped as she witnessed a dagger to the hilt buried in his eye socket; Lucanis struck true. Stumbling backwards, Rook fell to the ground, crawled away to vomit, began to sob, even as Lucanis put his warm arms around her.

'I'm here,' he croaked.

'I w-was so-'

'I know, Doe.'

'I di-didn't think that was going to-'

'Hah. What? You had no faith? Rook,' Lucanis pulled back to look at her, tilting his head indulgently. 'Mierda. You are the smartest woman I have ever known. You're scary, you know.'

'Sometimes I scare myself,' she said weakly. 'But I swear, when I said the words, I felt...' she shook her head in awe. 'I don't know.'

His eyes flashed. 'Let's go home. I will hear no more of the Dread Wolf if you please. You dance close enough to danger already.'' There was threat and promise in his voice; she shivered, glancing back at the corpse of a once-divine being, now cooling on the stone.

'You shouldn't have rushed in ahead of me.'

'Mi amor,' he said, voice barely a growl. 'That is unwise. Love is foolishness sometimes. I will not apologise for being in love with you.'

He took her hand decisively, laced their fingers, tugged her out of that nightmare space and back to the Lighthouse; lightness flowed through her as Lucanis pushed open the door to her room.

'I love you,' she said.

'You,' he admonished, tutting, 'are distracted. That wolf outside your door will have to starve. I have you tonight. So come here. Let me taste the blood of your god from your lips.'

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[lenle-g]

Inspired by these Scott and John words by the amazing @scribbles97 who knows I adore the idea of John's Oxford stint and couldn't resist this gem <3

The letter’s weight hadn’t changed in his hands, even if it’s appearance had. Once crisp sharp edges were now crumpled and the two folds were starting to rip where he had folded and unfolded it so many times.  Practically, he knew the letter was exactly the same weight as it had been when his course supervisor had handed it to him. Except, as days had become a week, the weight had felt heavier in John’s chest. He only had another week to think about it, his supervisor had warned it would take all summer to make the appropriate arrangements. His professors had all seemed convinced that he would go, it wasn’t every day you got invited to study at Oxford University after all. 

It would only be for a year, Ffion had insisted at study group, an interim that would still count towards his degree. He had only part jokingly asked if she wanted to go in his place. She would be much better suited to making friends in a new place. 

There was no denying it though, Oxford was tempting. The British University had always been in close competition with Harvard, each trying to outdo one another year on year with improved facilities and support. The only reason John hadn’t considered the other University had been the same reason he was still hesitating with the offer. 

Oxford was a long way away. 

To get home from Harvard, at best, was a four hour flight, at worst a two day drive. 

Oxford was transatlantic, at least double the flight time. 

He wouldn’t see his family for a whole year. 

Looking up he watched the gentle sway of the apple tree in the breeze, listened to the gentle creak of the barn doors. He wouldn’t see home for a whole year. 

“Whatcha doing out here, Johnny?” 

His eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder to the door back into the kitchen. Scott was leaning against the frame, the knowing cocky smile familiar as always. 

“You’re an hour early.”

Scott was meant to have flown in from Virginia, his flight was meant to have just landed. They all knew how long it took from landing to get home, they’d all done it enough times. 

Big brother sighed as he stepped out onto the verandah, hands shoved in his jean pockets as he leant on the railing next to the step where John was sitting. 

“Dad left a jet in DC and took the new rail line up to New York, said I could fly myself home. You do the math.”

He already had. 

“So, your turn to answer my question.” Scott continued, nodding at the letter, “What you got there?”

He was grateful really, Scott had been the one he had wanted to talk to about the whole thing. Scott would know what to say, his biggest brother somehow just always did. There wasn’t the same pressure from Scott as there was from Dad, he just understood differently. 

“Oxford University have invited me to complete my research year over there.” He admitted, reading over the words he already had memorised, “I could spend the next academic year in England.”

“Nice one.” Scott grinned, “I’ll tell Dad to pick up a bottle of something on his way in so we can ce--”

“I don’t know if I’m going to accept it.” He cut him off forcefully. Just like Dad, Scott had a habit of getting ahead of himself. 

The message seemed to get through though as his big brother plopped down next to him on the step. His frown was obvious confusion. 

“John, that’s one hell of an offer, Oxford is… it’s Oxford.”

“At present they have the better facilities over Harvard.” He filled in, not taking his eyes off of the paper, “They’ve just spent six million upgrading their Offshore Observatory. That’s as well as the Royal Observatory which is as good as what we’ve got at Harvard.”

On paper, comparing the facilities left it as a no brainer. 

“So what’s the hang up?” Scott asked, reaching for the letter to read for himself. 

Still John’s eyes didn’t leave the paper, still firmly fixed in place as his big brother read over the words for him. 

“Oxford is in England.”

Scott looked up, eyebrow raised, “So?”

“I don’t know anybody in England.” He sighed, “You guys all worry that I spend too much time on my own now if I go over there I’ll spend even less time with people.”

Scott shrugged at he leant against the railing of the steps, “You like being on your own though. I thought you would have jumped at the chance.” 

A glance back towards the kitchen apparently gave Scott all the answers he needed as John pursed his lips. 

“Oh.” 

“I know I’m not as close as the rest of you,” He admitted softly, “But you’re still my family.”

Scott shuffled over until their shoulders were pressed together. John expected him to sling an arm across his back, but was grateful when he didn’t. Instead big brother handed back the letter, nodding as he did so.

“And you’re still our brother, moving across an ocean isn’t going to change that. I’d come and visit when I’m on leave. Hell, I could bring Alan with me and you could show off the observatories.”

He had to smile at the thought. Watching the stars with Alan was one of his favourite pastimes, to be able to show his brother the best in star watching technology would perhaps be the biggest bonus of the trip. 

“Don’t let a fear of the unknown stop you from jumping in.” Scott grinned, his shoulder bumping John’s lightly, “You might love it.” 

“You sound like Dad.” 

Scott laughed as he stood, “Yeah, a few people have told me that recently.” 

Pausing on the top step as he frowned again, “And I wouldn’t worry about being on your own, doesn’t Dad have a friend over in London? That Lord guy?” 

“Yeah,” John nodded, suddenly remembering himself, “Yeah he does.” 

“So, you gonna go?” 

Taking a breath, he straightened his shoulders. His chest still felt heavy with the fear of not knowing what would come next. Scott seemed to have every faith though, and John knew he needed to have the same sort of faith in himself. 

“Yeah.” He swallowed, finally smiling as he looked up to his big brother, “I’m going to Oxford.”

[idorukiss]

Heres a sorta drabble/headcanon of sorts of how I picture MC's relationship with Xavier would devleop~ I'm not much of a writer but the brainrot is real and im working on making similar ones for the other boys too! 1,029 words || You can also read it on ao3

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He would never admit it, but you saved Xavier on that fateful first mission. Not from the wanderers though- He would’ve been able to defeat them all on his own, he’s lost track of how many stronger enemies he's dealt with over the years. What you saved him from was himself.

Life had become dull and monotonous for him- barely floating by and existing for the last eternity of loneliness after losing you the last time. Doing nothing more than throwing away his life against wanderers just to have some sort of purpose. You brought light back into his life once more, Just having you in his life again was more than enough. He didnt even dare to wish for more and let himself get too greedy out of fear of losing you far too soon.

But every day he got to see you for even a moment was everything he wanted and needed, it was a wonderful twist of fate that the two of you ended up being neighbors. He never went out of his way to see you, but you always happened to run into him time and time again whenever he wished to see you the most. Like fate was bringing you together

Between casual hangouts and missions together, you guys clicked hard and fast. You'd think you’ve known this man your whole life instead of just meeting earlier this year with how comfortable and natural everything is between the two of you. When did it become the norm to see him sitting on your couch reading almost every day? You can hardly remember what your life was like before he entered it.

One day the two of you are assigned a mission far away, and despite having separate hotel rooms you found yourself in his bed talking strategy and everything else late into the night. You don’t know at what point you had dozed off, but you found yourself opening your eyes early in the morning due to the sunrise pouring in. There was a sleeping figure next to you as well, with one arm gently draped over your abdomen. He looked absolutely stunning being illuminated from behind, you are almost unable to stop from gazing at his sleeping face.

You carefully reach out a hand to brush some hair out of his eyes to get a better view and he starts to stir a little, pulling you close to him while muttering that it’s too early to get up. Your heart is racing at the closeness. You could spend the rest of your life right there in his arms, it just felt it was where you belonged. Wrapping your arms around him in return, you press a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

Xavier doesn’t talk about himself all that much, greatly preferring to listen to anything and everything you have to say. You always found that odd, you loved to yap on about everything you like after all but you can’t seem to think of anything in particular he does that same for.

“Is there something on my face?” he asks, snapping you out of your thoughts “Oh Sorry, I was just thinking that I don’t know much about you….” “You don’t?” He tilts his head as he thinks “Hmm well just ask me what you want to know. I’ll glady tell you anything” “Then let’s start with an easy one, what’s your favorite movie?” “I don’t remember the name, but I’ll have to say the one you showed me last week” “That's my favorite movie Xavier, you always just agree with the things I like.. I want to know what you like” “But you were the one who showed me it, so of course I’m gonna like it.” he leans in close and gently places a hand on top of yours “And I like anything to do with you” Your face starts to flush bright red, and the only thing you can think of as a response is to nod and clasp your hand around his.

It was like Pandora's box was opened- neither of you could deny your feelings for the other any longer, and it was impossible to tell who was the more clingy about it. Sneakily holding hands at HQ when nobody was looking, spending entire days in his arms as he reads aloud the latest book he got, and not to mention the fact you'd often spend more time at his apartment than your own.

 He's a strong and capable hunter, and while you know this you cant help but worry about him on missions. He's of course the exact same to you, neither of you want to lose the other. When you are paired on missions together its like an internal battle to protect the other the most, sure its not the standard way to deal with wanders but you both have the lowest record of injuries as of late because of it.

But every day was nothing but pure bliss with him by your side, you guys were in perfect sync. He always knew exactly what you wanted- sometimes before you even realized it yourself. It was almost like he could read your mind, he just knows you so well. If he could spend the rest of his long life taking care of your every need he would.

Perhaps if he ever told you the whole history behind your shared fate, you could realize just how much love he has for you. How absolutely broken and alone he was before you appeared in front of him again. How willingly he would die for you or destroy the world just to keep you by his side for a moment longer.

You trust him with your life, and let him lead your relationship into each next step without a second thought. From a surprise first kiss one morning before he left on a mission, to everything beyond that. Nothing felt rushed or like you weren't ready for it. The absolute perfect relationship with the perfect man of your dreams.

He is everything you didn't even know you wanted and more. You guys made each other complete

[ethanharmonia]

Characters reference sheet pt.2?

Meet the guy and his silly puppet

Just a note, Cynthia and Volo arent related in this AU cuz guess what??? This mf has never kissed anyone or had any human interaction for years, so it aint possible. I made Cynthia a seperate character and not connected to Volo's bloodline, but shes still the same person she is. LET ME DO MY THING- also its not for shipping purposes👬

Also since we are talking about these two, i think they would be good pals, they would definetly yap about myths and legends and exchange information to each other.

And speaking of the Puppet, no, Volo and the Puppet arent the same person, one is a human-god and the other is a machine-replica-copy of the original, but became distorted because of Cyrus. But since broken from his control, it'll remain this way for who knows how long.

Im a number 1 Cyrus hater and i would make a speech about why i prefer Volo over this frozen lookin a#s haircut guy whos no other purpose is to wipe out everything to make his own world, AND THESE TWO ARE DIFFERENT🏌🏻

I hate cyrus with all my heart 💗

I forgo to remove the color pallettes but F that

[strawmyberry]

thank u for the kyle tickle hcs... him being the most ticklish out of the m4 AND being weakest to light tickling is SO IMPORTANT TO ME

you get me anon!!! lee kyle is so cute!! so cute in fact- i got a little surpriseeee! thank you all so much for all the kind words on my first fic!! im so glad you guys liked it 🥹 soooo…here’s another one!! i hope you guys like it!! thanks again!!

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

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B for Broflovski!

Lee Kyle / Ler Stan

Word Count: 4,229

With Kyle panicking over the “horrible” grade he got on his History test, Stan puts a little extra effort into convincing him that “B” doesn’t always have to stand for “Bad.” In fact, to him, it stands for something a thousand times better.

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Stan knew Kyle was a perfectionist. Kyle knew Kyle was a perfectionist. The entire town of South Park knew Kyle was a perfectionist; yet, somehow, despite that, Stan was never really prepared for when Kyle would have one of those days.

“It’s bullshit, dude! I’m telling you; it’s fucking bullshit! Mr. Garrison has some kinda’ personal vendetta against me. I fucking hate him! ‘Fucking asshole, it’s ridiculous!”

Stan had gotten used to walking quickly besides Kyle since Kyle had the tendency to walk and talk, especially when he was in a bad mood. Luckily for Stan, he was pretty good at keeping up.

“And Cartman? Oooh, ‘fucking Cartman? I’m going to kick his ass- I deal with a lot of shit from him. I take it! I suck it up and I take it! But this? I’m done. I’m going to shove my foot so far up his ass- I swear to god-“

Stan had tried a million strategies when it came to this issue, and he had found that the best thing to do was to let Kyle get all of it out of his system. Let him ramble, eventually he’d get tired of it. After that is when he’d be able to talk logically with his, figure out what to do next.

“The only reason he got an A was because he cheated off of Tolkien. But, of course, Garrison doesn’t see it! As if it’s not the most obvious thing in the world! It’s so fucking dumb dude, I seriously can’t- Ma, I’m home! Stan’s here too, we’re gonna go upstairs, okay?”

Okay, Stan had to admit, it was a little funny how Kyle’s rage was like an on and off switch when it came to his mom. He’d be cursing up a storm one second and the next he’d go all Positive Paul on him. He’d shout a quick hello to Kyle’s mom too, because…manners, before following Kyle up the stairs and into his room.

“It just- It pisses me off so much! It’s not fair- I studied so hard for that stupid test!”

Stan would place his backpack next to Kyle’s dresser. He’d proceeded to chase the redhead around his room a little bit, stopping his endless pacing for a second so he could take the backpack off his friend’s back. He’d plop it next to his own before throwing himself onto Kyle’s bed, already getting himself comfortable. Knowing Kyle, this could go on for…god know how long.

“I fucking hate South Park…”

Kyle loved to rant and rave, yeah. It always made him feel a lot better- since he was able to get all his anger out without punching a hole in his wall. But…he could only talk for so long without breathing. So, he’d take a small break, just so he could regain his breath. Kyle would turn back to Stan- only to see the position he was in.

Stan was laying in his bed. Yes- yes that’s what beds are for- but Stan was laying in his bed. Like, laying in his bed. Head amidst a sea of pillows, body sinking slightly into the soft mattress, limbs languidly sprawled across the bed; the whole works. “Oh- sorry, ‘you done?” He’d ask, his words muffled by all of the pillows around his head.

“Uh…no. Not yet. Sorry- I can stop if you’d like-“

“No! No, keep going. I’m all ears.”

“Ooookay…?” Kyle would nod, confused as hell. How long had he been like that? How didn’t he notice before? Why was he messing up his pillows? Well- now he couldn’t remember where he had left off. He’d stare at the bed post as his mind wandered, trying to retrace his steps. Oh! Yeah! Hating South Park!

“…I think today was stupid.” Kyle would start, starting the tirade off slowly. “Everything about it, yeah, but the changing seats thing was really stupid.” He’d continue, the momentum slowly picking up as he spoke. He was getting the hang of it again!

“I mean, I get the changing seats thing. But I told him! I said, “Mr. Garrison, please keep me next to Stan. He keeps me focused.” Which is true because you’re one of the only ones in class who isn’t a total moron. And even when you are- you don’t do it to annoy me- you just-“

“Wait. Uh-go back? …Why am I being called a moron? What did I do?” Sitting up from his extremely habitable position, Stan would raise his left eyebrow; his face laced with confusion. Stan would usually listen to everything Kyle had to say before talking, but that little comment about him just threw him for a loop.

“Huh? I’m not calling you a moron, dude.”

“Uh…you just did though?”

“Did I? Really?” A flicker of his own confusion would cross his face, accompanied by a subtle furrowing of his brow as he stood there for his moment. He’d tap his foot, humming a bit as he thought before it clicked. Kyle’s face would turn white. “Oh shit.” His eyes would widen, quickly holding his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that…I don’t think you’re a moron…sorry..”

“No, I know. It’s okay, man, really!” Stan would give a reassuring smile, letting the comment just slide off his shoulders. “You’re upset, dude, it’s all good.” Stan had gotten used to that too. Kyle was a very…passionate person- he’d go really big when it came to his rants. Stan knew better than to actually take offense to anything Kyle said when he was in one of those moods.

“Yeah…It’s just- maybe I get Garrison not putting us together because we’re Super Best Friends. I mean- I don’t really get it- but I could see the logic behind it. But, at the very least, he could’ve sat me next to someone who wasn’t a total asshole! Sit me next to Craig! He’s quiet! Or Tolkien! Tweek! Jimmy! Butters! I would’ve been fine with anyone! Anyone! Except, Cartman! And guess what happens! Guess who I get sat next to! Guess!”

Stan would nod along as he listened, staying sat up this time instead of going to lay back down again. He wouldn’t really notice he was supposed to answer the question at first. He thought it was rhetorical! After all, he was literally there. He saw all of this happen already. But…okay? He’d play along? “Uh…Cart..man?”

“Fucking Cartman! I’m pissed, but I’m like: “OK, whatever, I can deal with this, no big deal.” But then, I’m in the middle of the test- the test. ‘You know? The thing where you’re supposed to do your own work and shut the fuck up while you do it? And for some goddamn reason-he just won’t shut the fuck up! And I’m thinking: “Is it really that hard to just shut your fucking mouth for five seconds?” But, whatever, I studied for this test so I’m gonna get a good grade on it! Right? No! Fucking no! ‘Cause it’s let’s all dog on Kyle day! And I think his voice was just so fucking grating- I just forgot half of the shit that I studied! He fucked me! He literally fucked me!”

Man. Who needed TV? Who needed Assassins Creed, Indiana Jones, and Lego Batman when you had Kyle Broflovski as your super angry, Super Best Friend? He was basically free entertainment at this point! Stan’s eyes would follow Kyle around the room, and Kyle was moving so much it looked like Stan was watching a tennis match.

“-And you know what really upsets me? ‘You know what just irks me like just a little bit? The fact that I know I’m gonna have to walk in the school tomorrow, and Wendy is gonna come up to me-and she’s gonna be like, “Oh, Kyle! How did you do on the history test? I’m really happy with my grade!” And I’m gonna have to be like, “Oh yeah, Wendy! I’m sure you are!” And then she’s gonna rub it in my face like she always does-“

“What? Wendy doesn’t rub her grades in your face…” Stan would, admittedly, get a little defensive at that statement. This was his girlfriend they were talking about! And…well- she wasn’t here to defend her own honor like he knew she would’ve liked to- so he was gonna do it for her! “Wendy wouldn’t try to make you feel bad about yourself, Kyle-“ Stan would start to say, cutting himself off when Kyle randomly pointed his index finger at him.

“You know what’s funny? I knew you were going to say that!” Kyle would argue, his eyes lit with a combo of satisfaction and frustration. “I knew you were going to defend Wendy! You’re biased, Stan!”He’d accuse. “She rubs her grades in my face all the time! You just turn a blind eye to it because you’re biased!”

“What are you talking about? Dude, if anything, I’d be biased towards you. I’ve known you longer.” Stan would jump to defend himself, rolling her eyes as he did. “I’m sorry if she’s hurt your feelings, Kyle, but I’m sure there’s no bad blood there.” That was a bit of a half-assed apology. Again, Kyle was ranting- so Stan had no idea if he actually meant half of the shit he was saying. He just wanted to resolve the situation.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure it’s not a big deal to you! You’re not the one who’s gonna be ridiculed for getting a B on the test!” Kyle would retort, crossing his arms as he huffed.

“I’m sorry…what?” Stan looked stunned. Staring at Kyle as if he had three heads, Stan would open his mouth to speak- just to cut himself off before he managed to say anything. He was trying to think of a nice way to put this. Really really hard. “…Run that by me again?”

“Don’t be an asshole! I got a B, okay?! It’s embarrassing- I know!”

“…Dude.” Stan would pinch the arch of his nose, letting out a long, irritated sigh. “That’s what this is about? Seriously?” He’d clarify. “…This whole time, I thought you had gotten an F- or, at the very best, a D. You got a B?” Stan wasn’t even mad, honestly. Actually, he was a little bit impressed. “Kyle…” At this point, Stan couldn’t help but laugh. There was no way this was actually happening. “A B is a good grade, dude. You have nothing to worry about.”

Now, Stan knew he was one to say stupid things sometimes- but this time, he could’ve sworn that what he said was actually a little bit smart. But the look Kyle was giving him? It almost made him doubt himself. Kyle was looking at him as if he had just said he puts milk in the bowl before the cereal. His jaw would drop, holding his hand out in front of him in shocked horror. “…You did not just say that to me.”

“Kyle, seriously, you’re wigging out over nothing!” Stan would try to explain, getting up from the bed. “You don’t need to beat yourself up over this. It’s just a B! A B is, what? …80%? That’s good! That’s really good!”

“I can’t believe you’re actually telling me this right now! You have to be shitting me! Do you even know what the B stands for, Stan?” Kyle would ask, the look on his face saying that he already knew the answer. “Do you? Do you, Mr. Isaac Newton? Care to enlighten me?”

“Jesus Christ…” Stan would grumble, rolling his eyes yet again. He’d stand there for a second, shrugging the question off. “…I dunno, brilliant?”

“Brilliant?” Kyle would repeat. “Brilliant?!” Kyle’s eye would twitch, as if Stan had just said the most absurd thing he had ever said. “No! It stands for BAD. Bad, Stan! B. A. D. Bad!”

“B doesn’t stand for Bad…” Stan would state. “F stands for bad.”

“Bad doesn’t start with a F, Stan!” Kyle would scream, frustrated. “B stands for Bad, Bummer, Buffoon- think of a word that starts with a B- nine times out of ten it’s a negative connotation! It’s the most obvious thing in the world!”

“I know that YOU’D be happy to get a B- but I’m perfectly valid in being upset about it! God!”

Ouch.

The air in the room was tense; and the silence that came after Kyle’s groan didn’t really help that. They’d stare at each other for a solid minute, waiting for the other one to say something. In that moment of stillness, Kyle had to opportunity to realize how mean what he said just sounded. In that moment, Kyle would brace for impact. He expected Stan to scream at him- or storm out the door and never come back. But…Stan didn’t do any of that.

Stan would take a deep breath. A long one. “…Okay.” He’d say, breaking the silence. “You need to chill out.” Kyle would open his mouth to apologize or, at the very least, give Stan a verbal agreement- but Stan would quickly cut him off.

“You broke Baseball Rules.”

Kyle’s eyes would widen. Shit. No. No- he didn’t. Did he? Oh god. No- he definitely did. Fuck! “…Y-You didn’t tell me we were playing Baseball Rules.” Kyle would hold his hands up in defense, backing up slightly.

“I don’t have to tell you when we’re playing Baseball Rules. That’s the whole point- we don’t have to repeat the rules, they’re just in place.” Stan would remind, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face. “You said three really fucked up things about me. Three strikes. You’re out. You broke Baseball Rules.”

Baseball Rules was a game created by Stan, a game that Kyle reluctantly participated in. The rules were simple, whenever the two were in an a little tiff, if either of them slung three insults in a row, they’d strike out.

Stan made the game in order to prevent the two from blowing up at each other, and it worked pretty well! But, admittedly, Baseball Rules wouldn’t be half as effective if it weren’t for what came after you struck out. That worked like a charm every single time.

“Stan, wait…” Kyle would try to reason, glancing behind him quickly to try to get an idea of how far he was from the door. Maybe he could run if he tried hard enough? “I’m sorry, dude…I don’t think you’re stupid, really-“

“I know you don’t!” Stan would cut Kyle’s apologizes short, stepping forward with the attempt of cornering him. “I’m not mad at you! But…rules are rules! If I let you get away with it this time- where do I draw the line, ya’ know? I’m sure you understand.”

Kyle would yelp at Stan stepping forward, quickly turning himself around to dash around him. “Just this once! I’m really sorry- I won’t do it again! I’m not upset anymore-“

“That’s great!” Stan would exclaim. “I’m glad you’re not upset anymore! But it’s the principle of Baseball Rules. I really wish I didn’t have to! I wanna let you off easy, really!” He didn’t. He knew he didn’t, Kyle knew that too. Just like how Stan knew Kyle well enough to know that he’d try to run around him; that’s why he’d turn as well, cornering Kyle officially.

“Stahahan!” Kyle would stumble backwards, his legs hitting his bed. He’d sink to the floor, already beginning to kick his legs. “It’s just a made up gahahame! Plehehease!”

“I’m not even touching you yet!” Stan would tease, wiggling his fingers right above Kyle’s hips. “I’ll go easy, okay?” He’d sink down right after him, sitting down in front of him.

“Noho! Nohot okahay! DohohOHOHON’T-“

“Don’t tickle your ears or your neck. I know, I know!” Stan would cut Kyle’s desperate pleas short, abruptly beginning to drill his fingers into his hips. “You’d think I’d know how to tickle my Super Best Friend. I can’t believe you’d think I wouldn’t! You cut me deep, Kyle.”

“That’s nohot-!” Kyle would shake his head, cutting himself off as he started to impulsively swing his arms in defense. Kyle was way too ticklish as it was, but Stan’s constant teasing was making it a thousand times worse.

“I knowww, that’s not what you were going to say. You were going to ask me not to tickle you, and…” Stan couldn’t keep the shit eating grin off of his face. “…you know I’m not gonna do that.” He’d laugh, fighting back the urge to make fun of how red Kyle’s face was.

“Stohohop ihihit! Plehehease, I’m sohohorry!” Kyle wouldn’t even last ten seconds before pleading for mercy. That was one of Stan’s favorite things about playing Baseball Rules, besides being able to hear Kyle’s laugh. That was always first on the list.

“I know you’re sorry! I forgive you!” He’d reassure, managing to dodge every punch Kyle threw at him. “Let’s do this, okay? You let me get a few words out, and then I’ll let you go, okay? I’ll stop tickling you once I’m done.”

Kyle wasn’t 100% sure how legit that offer was. Normally, Stan would stop when he wanted to- so it really depended on how merciful he was feeling on that day. For all Kyle knew, Stan could just say sike and keep going. But…at the same time, maybe he wouldn’t. If anything, he might as well take the bait.

“Okahahay okahahay!”

“Okay? Great!” Stan would smile, moving his hands from his hips to his sides, squeezing them as he began speaking. “I get that you like getting A’s. That makes sense- everyone likes getting them. But it’s okay to not get them sometimes. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out about your grades, you’re doing an awesome job with them.”

“Buhut-“ Kyle would start, just to be cut off by Stan suddenly skittering his fingers against his ribs. “SHIHihihit!! Ohoh my goHOHOhod! Dohohon’t doHOHO thahahat!!” Kyle would squeal loudly, his eyes flying open as his kicking and punching intensified.

“I’m not done yet!” Stan would sing-song, poking in between each rib for each syllable. The shit-eating grin on his face would only grow as he continued. “As I was saying; you’re doing awesome, dude! I’m not saying you shouldn’t focus on your grades- i’m saying you shouldn’t stress yourself out about them.” Stan would clarify.

“Your grades don’t determine how smart you are. And, either way, you have some kick ass grades, dude! You are the smartest person I know, Kyle-“

“Thahahat’s nohohot trUHUHUE- OHOH MY GOHOHOD- FUHUHUCK OHohohoff!!”

Stan would jokingly roll his eyes at Kyle’s cackling, shaking his head softly. “I’m barely even touching you!” That was true, all he was doing was fluttering his fingers over his stomach. Of course, he knew how effective that was- he just chose to play dumb. ‘Made things more fun!

“It is so true.” Stan would insist, his tone genuine and honest. “…And if you even try to tell me I know Wendy, I’m gonna roll up your jacket. Don’t fuck with me.” He’d playfully threaten. “Wendy doesn’t count. Wendy- Wendy is different. That’s the thing- you guys are both smart. And we’re allowed to have two smart people in South Park. With the amount of morons we have- god knows we could use ‘em.”

“Kyle, I wouldn’t be calling you smart if you weren’t. You are so smart, dude! You know fucking Pig Latin! Do you know anyone else who knows Pig Latin?”

“YOHOHOU!” Kyle would retort, doubling over with laughter. “YOHohohou knohohow pihig lahatin tohohohoo!” He’d would swing at Stan’s face yet again, not expecting it to horrible backfire like it did. Stan would take the swing as an opportunity to snake his hands under his arms, quickly skittering his nails all over his armpits.

“Because you taught me it, Kyle!” Stan would exclaim, having to hold back his own laughter as Kyle shrieked. “You ran right into my point! You make me smarter! I would be a total moron if it weren’t for you! Do you know the amount of times I’m stuck on something and I think to myself, “What would Kyle do?” You’re a genius, dude!”

Maybe it was the fact that he was laughing so hard, or maybe it was the surplus of compliments Stan was dumping onto him. But, either way, Kyle was bright red; practically screaming with laughter as he tried to sink himself into the floor. An effort that was obviously in vain. His arms were slammed tightly down against Stan’s fingers in an effort to protect himself; of course, not even realizing until after the fact that it was having to opposite effect.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAN!”

“Okay, okay I’m almost done!” Stan would quickly say, yanking his hands out from under Kyle’s arms; moving them back to his stomach, lightly skittering his fingers again. “All of this is to say- you’re being too hard on yourself! You are more than a grade you get on a test- putting aside the fact that a B is already a good grade!

“And- you know what? B doesn’t stand for Bad!”

And with that, Stan would still his fingers. The two of them would sit there, Kyle immediately noticing how Stan didn’t seem to be making any attempt of getting up. He’d still be giggling from the aftermath, eyeing Stan up and down expectingly.

“…One more thing.”

Of fucking course!

“���What does B stand for, Kyle?”

Oh shit. Shit. He was fucked. The truth of the matter was Kyle had no clue. It obviously wasn’t Bad. But…he didn’t really know what answer Stan wanted from him. From the expectant look on Stan’s face, he obviously already had an answer in mind. Kyle would think long and hard, searching every crevice of his brain in the hopes that somehow, someway, the answer would magically come to him.

“…Beheheautiful?”

“Ohhh…that’s a good one..” Stan would say in mock amazement, beginning to turn; as if he was about to get up. Kyle would let out a sigh of relief, thanking the universe for sparing him this time. The funny thing about that, though? He wasn’t. Stan would swiftly turn back around, making a buzzer noise to signify that Kyle had gotten the wrong answer before blowing a quick raspberry on his neck.

It all happened so fast, Kyle didn’t even have time to say anything- the only thing that left his mouth was a screech; jolting so hard that he yanked himself away from Stan, falling onto his side. He’d quickly scrunch his neck, along with covering it with his hands.

Kyle was too busy giggling on the floor to realize that Stan had gotten up, walked back over to Kyle’s backpack, and came back with his water bottle. He’d sit next to him, offering his hand to help him up. Kyle would hesitantly take it, a relieved sigh escaping him as Stan pulled him up- no strings attached.

“Broflovski.”

“Whahahat?”

Kyle would raise his eyebrow with giggly confusion. Stan had never referred to him by his last name. They were strictly on a first name basis! Stan would return the confused look with his own confused look. After a few seconds, his eyes would widen as he realized why Kyle looked so confused. He’d shake his head, beginning to chuckle softly.

“Noho! Broflovski! B is for Broflovski!”

It would take a second for Kyle to understand what Stan was saying. Once it clicked, Kyle would turn to Stan, a fed-up smile on his face. God, he was cheesy. He’d hold out his hand as Stan gave him his water bottle, glancing at him again before rolling his eyes and taking a sip.

“What? You don’t like it?” Stan would tease, elbowing him as soon as he closed the cap to his water bottle. “It makes sense! I thought it was funny! Broflovski! It starts with a B- and it’s your last name! Get it?” Stan would repeat, his eyes bright with excitement.

“The more you repeat it the less funny it gets.” Kyle would jokingly groan in annoyance, even scooting a little further away from him! For bit purposes! Stan would scoot right after him, the giddy smile still on his face.

“…Can I tell you something?”

“If it’s B for Broflovski again, I’m gonna hit you.” “It’s not! It’s not.” Stan would say, the smile on his face never wavering. Kyle couldn’t help but smile with him, ushering him to continue with what he was going to say.

“I’d take a Broflovski for life over an A on a test any day.”

Maybe it was stupid for Kyle to be as grateful as he was for Stan. He knew he had a bit of a temper when it came to things like this- and he knew he could be a huge handful at times. But, for reason, Stan stuck by him. Maybe he was bored? Maybe he had nothing better to do, no one better to be with?

But when Kyle looked at the pure happiness on Stan’s face, he couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t the case. It made him happy, knowing that Stan enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed his- even when he was being dramatic. They were Super Best Friends through thick or thin, no matter the circumstance. That felt…nice.

“Thanks, Stan…that means a lot.”

[moth-spiderling]

Things do get better.

Life can be cruel and unforgiving, like a writer killing off the most beloved characters and making everyone suffer through a lot. Yet every bad moment eventually shall pass.

We don't stop reading a book, just because the writer made things seem grim for a bit. We shouldn't stop living just because we're afraid it'll get worse.

Things can go badly, sure, but they can also turn out for the better. You can also survive.

Even giving up for a day, a month, a year, does not mean your life is not worth living.

It doesn't mean you're gonna be stuck here forever. It just means that for now, maybe for a long time now, things have been rough.

And you need a break, and a hug.

And someone to tell you, that you are very much loved, even if Life (as the most bitter and inspired writer) has decided to take it out on you.

You are loved, you're not weird, and you deserve good, beautiful, lovely things.

[aberooski]

Wait, did you write Sons of Our Stars? Omg I LOVE that story!

Sons of The Stars?? Omg YES I did! 😄

AAAA that story was my pride and joy for so long! One of my favorites I've ever done! And definitely the most ambitious lolol 😄😄😄😄😄

But omg thank you!! I'm glad you like it!! 🥰🥰🥰

I need to start writing Spiritshipping stuff again aaaaaaaa

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Ooh, you do silly stuff! In that case, I have a fic request. Philip Wittebane meets a tiny Reader and says "Oh, you're tiniest Reader I've ever seen! In my satchel you go!"

Or Slade from Teen Titans is the one that finds tiny Reader and puts them in one of his belt pouches.

Is it possible to do both? I like both ideas.

Hi, nonnie!👋

I do indeed do sillies! :D

ESPECIALLY SILLY STUFF WITH BEARDO PHILIP 🤎 💕

Thank you for the request!😊

I hope this is okay / fine / decent.👍

The Satchel

During his days in the deplorable Demon Realm, Philip Wittebane had never ONCE come across anything or anyone he would consider "cute".

Just not possible.

Until today.

The bearded man was walking through the forest, his satchel by his side as he happily wrote about the "accidental" death of his most recent companion.

Their demise was truly "heartbreaking".

He might be smiling as he's writing about them, but trust me, he was "crying" on the inside.

While walking, he hears a small, high-pitched voice scream "STOP!" to which he does mid-step, placing his right foot that he had lifted up down.

The sudden screech startled him greatly.

Looking around to see where the voice came from, Philip looks down to see you.

Yes, you! 🫵

You were a tiny being. About the size of a pea. Chibi-sized even.

A sigh of relief came when you saw that the giant man hadn't stepped on you.

That would have NOT been good.

Seeing you, Philip couldn't believe his blue eyes.

You were the cutest, tiniest wittle thing he's ever seen in this hellish place.

Lowering down to your level, he starts to speak, his face beaming with glee.

"My, my, aren't you just adorable?" He coos, hearts floating around him.

You give the guy a small glare. You didn't like him.

You were lucky Philip found you to be so interesting.

If he didn't, he'd take great pleasure in crushing you with his foot and scraping your remains off his shoe.

"You'll make for a marvelous specimen to study." He reaches out a hand to grab you, in which you gasp.

You then let out a growl.

No way were you letting this, admittingly attractive, stranger take you away with him.

That's kidnapping, which was an unlawful act. >:(

You had to do something.

Lifting up a finger, you send a mini blast of energy his way. When he's hit, he begins to... laugh? You're shocked by this. How is your magic not harming him? His laughter only makes you more mad as you grit your teeth. You try zapping him again and again and again, but he only continues to laugh.

"That tickles!" He chuckles as he grabs you. You try your best to get out of his grasp. He then uses a finger to lightly tap your head.

"Adorable and hilarious." You were definitely going into his satchel, no doubt about that. He needed a good laugh and you had given him just that.

As you're about to bite his finger CLEAR OFF his hand, he gently places you into his satchel and continues his walk.

As you silently sat in the brown bag, you slowly began to realize something. You actually liked being inside it. The gentle rocking with every step the man took, the items such as a dagger and a strange disc clinking around with each motion.

It was all so... soothing.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

Oh, fine.

You would accept this mistreatment.

For now.

[xorphiicheartd]

Hatefucking as a result of a physical fight between two characters who got sick of trying to argue their point/broke composure bc someone just HAD to hit a rlly sore point only for them to switch shit up halfway bc one/both of them got turned on by the altercation partway through and the other IMMEDIATELY saw it as a way to get a leg up on the other person so eagerly went along with it >>>

[linkneol091]

Just rewatched kung fu panda. Peak movie

( also am I the onlt one who doesn’t like next parts? Even the second one? )

[cuteallo]

so sorry but people being happy aloy kissed a girl isn’t biphobia and you guys really need to be careful about how you express that because you’re teetering on just hating lesbians

[pocket-sized-nightmare]

but the water's rising (quicker than light and sound)

(title from "notos" by the oh hellos!)

Phee has been out of quarantine for a month and a half when she realizes Earth is not so different from Lumeria.

The Rift is strange in a thousand ways — the ways people dress, the ways they talk, the new language all of them know that Phee has been slowly struggling to learn with the help (if you can call it that) of the human, Charlie, who’s been talking to her since day one. But she’s most of all confused by the way it looks.

Phee's old city was surrounded by water on all sides. There were days when it was a little darker than usual or a little more turbulent as the city’s movement shifted, but there was no such thing as weather. Now that she’s in the Rift, she’s gotten used to the main ones. There are the warm bright days that make her want to spend every hour outside. There are the humid, foggy ones that distract her from class every fifteen seconds by the weight of the water in her mind giving her headaches. There are even the beautiful days Charlie calls “glow-ups,” where glittering lights rise from the ground and leave Phee mesmerized. (She’s only ever seen one of them, but she remembers every detail.) If she’s being honest, it’s one thing she likes better about Earth than Lumeria, not that she’d ever admit it to anyone back home. Not that she has any way of admitting it.

The day starts normally. Phee wakes up to the heavy, static-y feeling of water droplets all around her and realizes it’s going to be another foggy day. Next to her, Waverly checks the weather forecast and mutters “Ugh, looks like rain today,” then bounces off to breakfast before Phee can ask her what the new word means. Phee picks up Lu, makes a note to look the word up later (in English, which she’s very proud of), and sets off to breakfast herself.

She makes it through the school day in one piece, despite her powers distracting her all day. She barely understands a word of most of her classes, but when she looks up from her paper in science class with a frustrated expression, she sees Charlie giving her an equally confused look and smiles. Maybe she and the other humans aren’t so different after all.

It's when she leaves Riftside High at the end of the day and goes to sit outside with Charlie that she realizes something is very strange. The weather has gotten hotter and more humid all day, and Phee can barely stand to be outside in it. That's not the strangest part, though. Clouds have gathered in the sky above her. Phee’s seen clouds before, of course, but these don’t look the same. They look dark and angry, blocking out the sun. The water around her gets heavier and heavier. Phee remembers this. “Charlie, we should go inside,” she says.

“Nah, it’s all good. I like the rain," Charlie responds, flopping down on her back in the grass with her face turned towards the sky. “Besides, it’s been so hot all day. It’ll feel so nice.”

That reminds Phee. “Charlie, what does rain mean?”

“You’ve been here for almost two months, and nobody’s taught you the word rain?”

“No. What's rain?”

“Rain is like-“ She’s interrupted by a few sudden drops of water falling from the sky. Phee reaches up distractedly, feeling them fall onto her skin. That's not normal. That cannot be normal. Water does not fall onto people. Is Earth a water planet too and nobody’s told her? Charlie isn’t panicking, though, so Phee tries to calm her nerves as she lies down on the grass next to her.

That's a mistake.

The heavens suddenly open up all at once, drenching both Phee and Charlie. “This is fine,” Charlie says. Phee, unconvinced, immediately throws up a barrier over her and Charlie, protecting them both from the rain. Charlie looks up and sees it. “Oh, this is nice, actually. I forgot you could do this.”

“But this is okay, right? All of this is okay?”

“Oh, yeah. This is what rain means. Water falling from the sky.”

“Oh.” Phee breathes a sigh of relief. “I thought it was dangerous or something.”

At that moment, the loudest boom Phee’s heard on Earth echoes across the school. A few students around them jump and look up at the sky. Phee screams and covers her ears, distracting her from the water barrier. All the water that’s collected on it immediately falls onto them. Charlie, now fully soaked, looks at Phee with an exasperated expression, then stops as she realizes how distressed her alien friend seems. “Phee, this is all-“

A loud, piercing alarm sounds across the field. “Yeah, they’re right, we should go in now,” Charlie says, grabbing Phee's arm to help her up. As Phee stands, though, Charlie realizes just how panicked she looks. Her eyes are glowing bright pink, and she’s crying. In her terrified state, she can barely form sentences at all, let alone in English, but she’s trying. “No! What's going on? We have to leave! We’re not safe!”

“Phee, I swear we’re fine,” Charlie says, glaring at a group of other students who are now looking at Phee with confused and judgmental stares. “This is normal.”

“This is not normal! We have to go!” Phee yells, crying harder. A flash of white light illuminates the sky, followed almost immediately by another crash. Her body has stopped moving by now, and she isn’t sure if her mind is still on Earth, or if it’s back on Lumeria, watching her whole life fall apart. Water had poured onto her then, too. Buildings had crashed apart, electricity flickering on and off. And that had all ended in tragedy. She's going to watch two planets die. Crive, she’s probably going to die with it. She tries to take another step, but she slips on the wet grass and falls, scraping both knees. They hurt, and her ears hurt, and all she can think of is all the water around her. Her planet is dying again. How could this happen twice?

“Phee, get up. Come on. We’re both getting soaked," Charlie says impatiently. She's clearly concerned about Phee, but she has no idea what’s going on or how to help her. “It's okay. This is literally just a thunderstorm-“

It occurs to her. “You’ve never seen a thunderstorm before.”

Phee shakes her head. Charlie almost laughs. “Oh, wow. Yeah, this must be a lot. Come inside, and I'll tell you what’s going on.”

A teacher notices them as they walk towards the doors. “Girls, why are you still outside? It’s not safe for you two to still be out here.”

Phee sees Charlie wince just a bit. She assumes it’s out of fear. (Charlie barely understands why she feels so strange. Maybe it’s because he automatically assumed they were girls. Which is weird, because they are. Is Phee? Does Phee even know gender? She’ll have to ask.) Either way, this worries Phee, who grabs Charlie's hand and squeezes it. “We’re just coming inside now,” Charlie explains. “Phee’s never seen a thunderstorm before.”

“Oh,” the teacher says with an expression that makes it very clear he’s only now realized that Phee is the new alien everyone’s been talking about. Phee and Charlie hurry inside and down the hallway before he can ask any more questions.

They sit down on beanbag chairs in the library, where Charlie sees Mara at a nearby table with a group of mages. Mara gives Charlie a quizzical expression, seeing the alien panicking next to her. Charlie shoots back a brief text of i’ll explain later, then turns back to Phee. “Okay. So. This is a thunderstorm. It's like rain, but a lot bigger. Sometimes it causes lightning, which is like electricity from the sky. There are electric elementals, I think. You might know some. It's like them. And then the lightning makes those noises, which are called thunder. It doesn’t happen super often, but it does happen sometimes.”

“It’s normal?” Phee asks, sighing in relief. “Earth just does that? Your planet is weird.”

“Yeah, it is,” Charlie says. “What did you even think was happening?”

“Um.” Phee doesn’t want to get into any of that right now. “I thought that maybe we were in trouble. There was an alarm…”

“Oh, that thing. That's the lightning alarm. It goes off to make sure no one’s outside to get struck by lightning. Because that stuff is actually dangerous. It’s a really annoying sound, though. You might want to get used to it.”

“Okay.” Phee takes a deep breath, absorbing everything, then takes out her notebook and writes a page of bulletpoints detailing what Charlie just said. She finishes out the page with ‘does not mean Earth is dying,’ then shuts the notebook and turns back to Charlie. “I have a lot to learn about your planet.”

“I have a lot to teach you,” Charlie says.

Charlie pulls out her phone and scrolls through her texts while Phee turns to gaze out the window, jumping slightly every time she sees lightning or hears thunder. Maybe she’s just a water elemental, but it’s actually a little bit beautiful. 

Maybe someday, she’s going to love it.

[smallblueandloud]

at some point do i just start. posting the almost 10k i have of the aos ds9 au despite the fact that i'm pretty sure it's never going to be fully finished?

the format/tone lends itself pretty well to a bunch of tiny chapters so i think it would be fun to post it that way...?

[bumblingbabooshka]

for the writing ask meme: 💫🧿💞

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?: Longer* comments that say something(s) in particular they liked about the fic~! Though very excited 'AAA!' comments also have a special place in my heart...twin flames~! In general it always strikes me when it's clear the person really enjoyed what they read and felt compelled to say something more than 'cute' or 'liked this' - though I'm grateful I receive any comments at ALL of COURSE!! *more than a word or three 🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to? None! I tend to write a lot so I have the luxury of not stewing in it I guess...not to mention the character I write most for is Tuvok who isn't a very popular character (for fanworks) so my expectations haven't ever been sky high. That said I'm always thrilled about the engagement I get! He means a lot to me so any Tuvok loving makes me VERY pleased~!

[mementoasts]

binge watching kaguya-sama has sucked the energy to write toxic masadai fic out of my body. i want to be in LOVE

[stunie]

oh 🐋 absolutely yes !!! thank you so much >: