#and a non-fandom writing blog

[taciturnpoet]

i know it wouldn’t be a bad idea for me to make a sideblog containing my ramblings for my other fandoms since this one is so entrenched in dead poets…

but it’s also kinda funny how i’ve stopped caring about that and decided to inflict my other fixations on my followers. sorry to everyone who followed me for one specific fandom, i am but a clusterfuck of interests that i cannot control any longer, you will probably see a lot of them :)

[lttl3babybug]

Please imagine Logan and Wade falling asleep on the couch, and Al tucking a blanket over them. Bonus points if their heads are leaned together, extra bonus points if one of them is snoring or drooling (and later denies it).

Oh my god YES, Logan so snores and drools. He’s an old man, leave him be. He snores SO LOUD, like real dad snoring. Snores so loud he wakes himself up sometimes, anyway. This is so real, both of them falling asleep on the sofa watching some crappy movie or cartoon, I think Logan would be the first to fall asleep, Wade following close behind him. The aftermath would be precious

“Y’know peanut you snore louder than an active shooting range” Wade hum’s over his breakfast, “uh I do not. You were the one snorin’” Logan denies with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, stabbing his fork rather aggressively into the pancakes on his plate. “Oh please, I do not snore. My favourite pinkie pie shirt is literally drowning in your drool as we speak” scores Wade, gesturing to the wet patch on the shoulder of his shirt, “deny it all you want, we both know you snore like the old man you are honey badger” the merc giggles, stuffing his mouth before he can speak again. Logan growls in response, opening his mouth before he was, rudely, rightfully interrupted, “you both snore.” Al chimes in, clearly not amused with the lack of sleep she’d received that night.

[dustykneed]

Hello! Random whipper snipper! Share a WIP of your work!

ooh, with pleasure. six the musical araleyn fanart? in the year 2k24? more likely than you think xDD

i realize this looks finished, but technically i'm still deciding whether to add a background or not lol. still, for the sake of sharing a proper WIP, here's a line or two from an araleyn brainworm WIP that i started reworking yesterday (mild tw for religious guilt and period-typical internalized homophobia from aragon's pov):

She remembers sharing her bed with Anne at Henry's behest, remembers the nights of tossing and turning and trying not to think about Anne asleep next to her-- remembers waking up to dark hair spilling across her pillow and the press of blood-warm bosoms against her own, softer than sin, as hot as the Devil, remembers lying still as death, mouthing prayers into the heat of Anne's neck like an act of penance.

[waterme-stories]

Wild to me that there are ship wars for Interview With The Vampire when, as a teen, The Vampire Chronicles were some of my first exposure to non-monogany.

Obviously it wasn't perfect. I mean, Lestat/Louis/Claudia is a textbook example of "relationship broken, add more people (oh no now it's even more broken)," and "not every Vee should become a Triad." If you've ever experienced the drama of an incestuous non-mono community where everyone's dated everyone... those books all get a little too real. There's backstabbing, jealousy, domestic abuse, and more murder than I personally prefer in my own polyamory 😅

But there's also "we belong to each other, why would anything we do with other people affect that?" There's "let's find out what it looks like to be with someone for the rest of my life (or theirs)." The idea that relationships have value even if they don't last forever. That romantic relationships aren't inherently more important than platonic ones. The idea that you can hold multiple people in your heart at the same time, that there's room for everyone. That the relationship escalator (dating > marriage > kids > death) isn't the only (or best) way to have significant, committed relationships.

They introduced the concept of comet relationships to my baby brain more than a decade before I would learn the actual term--those people you don't see for months or years but as soon as you see them it's like no time has passed (a personal favorite for my ADHD ass).

Like, when I say those books changed my brain chemistry, I mean that my silly little self-insert Mary Sue OCs went from "marry my fictional crush and be with them forever" to "what if they only saw each other once or twice a year but it was still incredible" and "what if she was married but also had a vampire lover and everyone was chill about it (and also she was a rock star)" and "what if they all lived in one big house together" and/or "what if lived by herself and found that fulfilling" and "what if men and women and ???" That shit was formative. Some of those little daydream OCs live in my brain to this day.

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Idk man. I don't have much patience for ship wars anyway (and I'm scratching my head about people getting upset about canon relationships being, you know, canon). But with TVA especially, my brain simply cannot comprehend it in a monogamous framework.

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Realizing that I'm a therian explains a lot.

I like it when human characters become non human. I dislike how it's usually seen as a bad thing and the characters want to be human again.

I almost never draw humans and I draw non humans instead. I relate to non human characters more.

Never understood why non human characters want to become human.

I dislike the double standard of a non human character wanting to be human is seen as good but a human character becoming non human is seen as evil.

Going through my own Tumblr post and me being a therian feels so obvious now.

9/10 times you could switch out the word furry in my posts for therian and the point of the post remains the same.

[dr-ground-zero]

A burden shared

(this is a hurt + sickfic for Luci/Lilith, there isn't alot of snez in this but, i like it honestly and I hope ya'll do too. CW description of a battle field, death, injuries and blood (nothing too gory, i'm not a monster))

This was the end, the end of his life as a Seraphim, as the angel of death, as god’s favorite, all because he dared to dream. He weakly looked up at the red sky of Hell’s pride, the angels and exorcists were now flying back up to heaven leaving him and Lilith to pick up the pieces of their new home. Bodies were everywhere, bodies of sinners and a few hellborns lay dead in the streets. The clouds darkened with rain, harsh winds blew through their bodies with vengeance. Lilith watched her husband weakly stagger to his feet, stumbling through craters of the earth, tip toeing around entrails of what remained. He approach an old abandoned worn-down castle. Lucifer knew he didn’t have much strength left, he used most of what he had to fight to try and stay in heaven or to protect and heal Lilith. Still, they needed somewhere to stay, so he pressed his hands to the walls and with the last bit of magic, he had transformed it to its reformed state.

“Lucifer what are you doing!?” Lilith asked as she limped up behind him

“If we’re going to be down here, we might as well make the best of it” Lucifer smiled softly right before collapsing. Lilith grabbed him before her lover could hit the ground, she watched as the castle changed, its color becoming brighter, bricks falling back into place. Some of the other angels that fell alongside Lucifer-that weren’t gravely injured or dead- hurried to open the doors for her. Lilith carried Lucifer inside while being followed by her fellow fallen, for a while they took residence on the ground floor until they were strong enough to adventure upwards. Many of the appliances and furniture from the inside needed a mend or updating but it was better than being stuck out in the pouring rain.

When she found the-what would be considered- the master bedroom, she laid Lucifer down gently and began to bandage up what she could while he was unconscious. As a day or two went on some kind demons would bring over what they could to help. The change overnight was overwhelming, to say the least. Going from living in heaven and now in hell was jarring, they had lost everything, their home, their food, and those they thought would never betray them were the ones to almost kill them!

When Lucifer was conscious they both had to grapple with their new reality and it wasn’t easy. Still, they’d make do with what they had.

“ih! IIZZSCHYUE!” “Bless you, Luci, darling are you sure you’re alright?” Inquired Lilith as she let her husband help wash the dried blood from her body. Lucifer nods while rubbing at his nose with a wet sniffle.

“Yes dear, I’m alright. How are you doing?” “Still a bit sore but, better than yesterday, thank you.” Lilith kissed the top of his head while pushing his wet hair out of his face with a soft smile. It was good to see him finally not covered in golden blood. However, she couldn’t tell if it was because he was still recovering or if he had caught something. He had been sneezing since they woke up, his throat sounded painful and strained, not to mention the sniffling. Lilith did manage to sustain a few bad injuries herself, some Lucifer was able to heal himself, though others still needed time.

“I’m so sorry you got dragged into this Lili flower, you didn’t deserve this.” He apologized as he continued to wash Lilith’s body letting her blood be rinsed off and drained by the shower. Lilith shook her head and cupped his face in her hands making him look up at her. Her eyes met his with an adoring glint.

“I followed you by choice Lucifer, I followed you on my own volition, I chose to stick by you and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no need to apologize my love” Lucifer looked up at her with admiration, oh how he loved her so much. Just as he was finishing up to let Lilith wash him up he let out a sudden

“Ih’kgnk! Gnnx-chiew! Hgk-chiew!” A wince and a groan slipped from his lips and he clutched his sides. Lilith quickly reached for him cautiously fearing he would fall over. Lucifer held onto the wall to steady himself and gasped out.

“Sorry, I-I’ll be okay.” Lilith shook her head at this and asked for Lucifer to be honest with her. The blond-haired demon twiddled his fingers a bit while muttering.

“Bm-maybe I’m a little under the weather. Ndothing serious I promise.” Lilith didn’t fully trust his answer, turning off the shower she grabbed a towel and wrapped him and then herself up.

“Stay here and dry off, I will go and fetch fresh warm pajamas and bandages, fix you up and you’ll be off to bed.” She says while carefully sitting Lucifer down on the closed toilet before leaving the bathroom. Lucifer couldn’t help but feel bad for her doing all this for him, he should be able to take care of himself he was the king of hell for hell's sake! But here he was sitting covered in stab wounds, bruises, gashes, and scars. Pathetically snuffling and sneezing while his wife who was still healing from her own injuries was taking care of him. He grumbled to himself while wiping his runny nose on the towel. He didn’t feel as bad when he woke up, but now it was starting to settle in. The aching grew worse with any sort of sudden movement, especially to his chest and ribs. He felt like he couldn’t get warm, his body still shivering underneath the thick fluffy soft towel. His head was clogged with congestion even with his nose running like a broken faucet. And don’t even get him started on his poor throat!

Lilith came back dressed in a casual nightgown with a first aid kit in hand. She went through and rebandaged his injuries trying to be as gentle as possible. She hated to feel him flinch from her touch, she hated even more how overly warm his skin felt to her. She reached into the box pulled out a thermometer and held it up to his mouth.

“Can you keep this under your tongue for me, dear?” Without another word, Lucifer opened his mouth just enough for her to slide the tool under his tongue. As she waited for the results she went back to assessing and fixing him up. A soft yet sad expression washed over her, she was still getting used to Lucifer’s new form. His eyes used to be this bright blue color now turned red and would sometimes change to a dilated menacing gold. His lower half was more goat-like, but now he had a long demon’s tail with an arrow tip that he wasn’t the best at controlling.

His hands which used to be a palish white now blackened from the forearms to the tips of his fingers. These features would become more apparent when angry, he would sprout horns and spitfire. She had changed, Lilith also had horns that would change in size as did her height. Even with the change not being as visibly significant as Lucifer’s, it was still something to adjust to! Yet she still adored the man before her, and he still adored her just the same. The thermometer was done by the time she had finished with the last set of bandages. Looking over the results she sighed and packed it away.

“No wonder you feel so awful, 101.5 isn’t good. It's not too high but, with your injuries, I’m still worried.” Extending a hand out to her husband, she helped dress him in comfortable pajamas as promised and helped him to beg. It hurt him more to see the bandages on Lilith’s ankles and wrists, he hated that she got hurt at all. He watched as she limped around trying to adjust her weight as she walked around.

“Lili, love wh-why dodn’t you rest a bmidute, I can manage on my own love.” He suggested hesitantly he outstretched his arms but had to reel back to muffle a few sneezes.

“Ih hih! IIZZSCHYUE IIZZSCHYUE!” Biting the inside of his cheek to hold back a grunt from pain he went back to making grabby hands at his wife. Of course, she couldn’t say no to him, so she climbed into bed alongside him. Shuffling up to her, he laid his head just barely against her. Lilith pulled him closer laying his head on her chest, her hands started to comb through his damp hair.

“Bless you, I do hope you feel better soon, Luci. I’m sorry you feel so awful.” “Thagks, it's alright Lili flower, I’ll be okay. I’ll be better after sobe sleep. I prombise.” Although she didn’t believe him, he wasn’t wrong about needing rest, he needed as much as he could get! She hummed in agreement and continued to stroke his head soothingly till they both ended up back asleep.

Due to how this cold was going Lucifer didn’t know how long he had slept but when he woke up he was utterly blocked up. He couldn’t get a stream of air through his nose, felt like it was filled with a wall of cement. His throat still hurt to the point of coughing, shit he didn’t need a cough on top of this! He also didn’t need to wake Lilith with it either. So he forced what strength he thought he had and slinked out of bed. The walk down the stairs was agonizing, each step felt like a shock wave of pain that coursed through his ailing body. Making it to the kitchen, he turned on the kettle after filling it with water and waited for it to boil.

Being out of bed wasn’t helping his chills, maybe he should’ve taken a blanket with him. His shoulders were hunched over as he sat on a stool in front of the countertop shivering and rubbing at his nose that for fuck sake wouldn’t stop twitching!

“Uhh…? IIYISSCHUE IIYISSCHUE! IYIIMPH!” He managed to muffle the last sneeze into his shirt thankfully but damn were those sneezes dizzying and strong. It felt like he had the wind knocked out of him! He had to hold onto the counter hoping not to fall off. The harshness of his sneezes ended up making him cough. Clutching his torso torso to try and lessen the pain, he was left gasping shakily for air.

“Damb that fuckig hurt” He whined out before hopping off the stool as the sound of boiling water rolled inside the kettle. Grabbing a mug he poured the water into the cup, grabbed some honey and lemon, and stirred it around, he also made a cup for Lilith. They also needed to eat something, maybe cooking couldn’t hurt him, it was just soup, right? He grabbed what they had and got started on making soup.

He may or may not have overestimated how much strength he had and was beginning to tire out. Fighting his body to stay upright wasn’t as easy as it sounded with each sneeze wracking his body and scratching at his sore throat. Even with him leaning against the counter while he let his soup cook he could feel his energy depleting.

“Sh-shit hih! IIYISSCHUE IIYISSCHUE!” These two had him desperately holding onto anything he could to stay on his feet.

“Luci?” A soft yet worried voice called out, Lucifer didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Lilith.

“Hi darling” He replied while using his sleeve to wipe at his nose.

“What are you doing out of bed?” She didn’t sound angry just concerned, Lucifer held up a mug of tea and handed it to her.

“I figured we needed sobethig to eat or drink so I went and made sobe tea, and soup is sti-stihh still cooking Hih! Kgnk! Ugh Sorry.” Taking the mug Lilith sighed and pulled her husband to her.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed, love, you can hardly stand up.” Lucifer shook his head and tried mustering up a smile.

“You’ve done so much already, and I’m perfectly well enough to make something for us, you’re still hurt too. I didn’t want you to do too much” Lucifer’s voice cracked almost painfully, Lilith cringed at how bad he sounded. Reached for a cloth she pressed it to his nose.

“Blow your nose dear, I can hardly understand you.” Blushing in embarrassment Lucifer tried to wiggle his way out of it but Lilith wasn’t having it. So he did as told, even though he hated being this weak in front of her. She gingerly cleaned up his face before looking at the contents in the pot grabbed the spoon to stir things around and added spices.

“I’ll take care of the soup, you sit back and enjoy your tea okay.” Lucifer pouted at this and tried to protest this.

“I’ve got it Lili Flower, please.” His attempt was weak, and Lilith smiled at him warmly.

“I know you do, and you got just about everything started, i’m just finishing it up for you, like how we used to. So please let me help.” She kissed his forehead, she could feel the heat radiating from him and it worried her. He shouldn’t be straining himself so much, she didn’t want his fever to get any higher. The king of hell huffed and agreed, this was something they would do at times. One would start cooking and the other would either help or come in later and take over. Yet he didn’t want Lilith doing all the work.

When the soup was done, they went back up the stairs to their bedroom and curled up under the covers. They both ate their soup cuddled up beside each other. The warmth of the soup and tea did wonders at warming him up from the inside. For once he wasn’t shaking like a leaf in the wind, it was also loosening up the congestion clogging up his head. The only downside was it made his nose run which resulted him in not so gently rubbing and wiping at it to keep himself from making a mess. Lilith looked over at him hearing a small grumbling noise from him and saw him harshly scrubbing at his nose that was almost a bright red color. She giggled a little at this, she couldn’t help but comment on it.

“Oh Luci love, be careful. Your nose is already so red.”This had Lucifer blushing deeper and almost looking crossed-eyed down at his nose. Lilith laughed harder at her husband’s antics.

“How's your soup?” Lucifer asked trying to keep from blushing any harder.

“It's good, you did a good job love.” Lucifer grinned a little at her compliment and leaned into her side as he set his bowl aside.

“I’mb glad, felt bad about you doig everything, I had to do sobethig for you.” Lilith’s brows furrowed confusedly, setting down her own bowl she asked for him to elaborate. Lucifer’s grin turned sheepish and the tips of his pointy ears tinted the same as his cheeks.

“W-well you’ve been taking care of me since we fell from hell. You’ve been doing everything, bandaging me up, helping me shower, making food, helping the other fallen, and all I’ve done was lie here like a pathetic log while you did all the work.” Tears lined the rims of his eyes as he looked away from the half-human half-demon queen. He looked down at his bandaged arms as he couldn’t face her like this.

“Y-You don’t deserve this Lilith…You deserve to be happy, you deserve to see the good in people, and you deserve to see the light and be up in paradise….Not stuck down here with sobe loser who thigks his dreams will get hib ady where.” Before Lucifer could continue as the tears rained down his face, he felt warm palms gently cup his face and the weight of the bed shifting. He was pulled into a tender kiss by the woman who was now straddling his waist. She made sure not to put too much of her weight on him as she did this not wanting to hurt him.

“Lucifer, I told you before, I chose to do this with you. From the moment I left Adam to now, everything I did was by choice. Sure some things I did unsure of the outcomes but I do not regret them, if I didn’t I wouldn’t be with you. I’m taking care of you because you took care of me, you took the brunt of the attack, you took those spears, arrows, and whatever else they threw at you….When they took me from you and asked whether I would take the same fate as you, I knew that I would be exiled, but I chose to do it because I would still be with you. That is all that matters to me. That I am with you, and that we are both happy. Me taking care of you is the least I could do for you!” She pulled him into a hug as she continued.

“I love you, whether you are Sameal the Seraphim and angel of death, or Lucifer Magne Morningstar, sin of pride and king of hell. You took a risk, and it may not have gone as planned, but it's a start, and I don’t want you to give up. Please. Lucifer.” Her voice breaking as she pleaded to him, Lucifer hesitantly wrapped his arms around her slowly melting into her embrace.

“So please just let me take care of you….You don’t have to take this on all on your own…” Her voice almost a whisper. At first, Lucifer remained silent before he nuzzled his face into the crook of her shoulder while nodding.

“Alright, my precious Lili flower. We can share this burden together…as king and queen.”

[writingforfishes]

(from @worm-writes-hicfics)

if u haven't already in a previous post would u be up to like uhhh give physical descriptions of otto n atticus i wanna draw them and like know exactly what to picture when reading your fics lol

no pressure tho im bein silly asf rn

Awww! This is actually really cool and I love talking about these dudes!

Otto is around 6'3. He's lanky in that he has long arms and legs, but he has broad, rounded shoulders. His core is pretty broad as well and his tummy is soft and pooches out a little. It doesn't help that he slouches regularly. He has a longish torso as well.

He has a beard and mustache, both trimmed. He's got a very prominent brow bone (but his brows aren't particularly bushy). His eyes tend to look a little wild when he gets excited or emotional, but his eyelids rest a bit heavier when he's calm or tired. He has dark brown eyes.

He has freckles all across his nose and cheeks and down his shoulders. (and lighter everywhere else on his body)

He does have body hair, but it's a bit more delicate that you'd expect. A peppering of body hair in the conventional places for someone running on testosterone.

His hair is tamed on most days with a side part, but his curls go wild pretty easily. He's starting to grey as well, which is showing in both his beard and his hair. His hair is brown, but not dark brown.

His hands are large, fingers long and thin.

He has a delicate nose and larger lips.

I keep Atticus a bit more ambiguous. They're basically me (idealized to a certain extent), but I don't like to describe them too much more than I do in the fic in case someone wants to picture themselves in their place.

Atticus is short, around 5'. They have thick curly hair they style in an undercut of some sort. They have brown eyes and freckles and wear glasses. I picture their glasses a little different than my own. Their glasses are black-rimmed and squarish with perhaps a little thickness at the top of the frame.

In the past they've had larger frames that were plastic and tortoise shell patterned.

They have a pretty stunning mustache (this is the idealized part...) that they either trim at their top lip or let grow and style at the sides in a bit of a casual handlebar. They also have sideburns and tend to get stubble throughout the day.

They have sparse but dark body hair on their chest and stomach and other places body hair normally grows. (Chest and stomach are idealized for me...it's getting there but it's sloooow.) They have white streaks of silver hair mixed with their dark brown hair on the sides of their head.

They have freckles on their arms and shoulders. They have light freckles on their face.

Atticus based on me has a pretty small frame, but I hope they can be read with a larger frame as well. They have a soft belly that pooches a little. They actually really enjoy the feeling of having a belly.

The scar from their top surgery mimics mine. Instead of the classic two scars it's a scar that goes from one armpit to the other and meets in the middle in a point, the scar curving downward over their pecs. So, like a very wide, curvy 'w'.

Um, I think that's it. I mean, hell, is that enough? It might be too much. You're welcome????

[sunenjoyswriting]

Hello, people of the internet!

I “humbly” request some requests. Please. I beg of you. I have no ideas of what to write.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEE SEND IN A REQUEST EVEN IF ITS BASIC. I CAN WORK WITH ANYTHING (unless it doesn’t fit my rules). IT DOESNT EVEN HAVE TO BE X READER I CAN DO JUST CHARACTER REQUESTS TOO. I WILL LITERALLY JUST WRITE HEADCANONS FOR A SPECIFIC CHARACTER. YOU CAN JUST SAY “Hey can you write something for [character]?” AND I WILL ANSWER WITH HEADCANONS OF THAT CHARACTER (as long as Im willing to write for them. Characters I dont write for/do write for are in my rules post.)

[number1villainstan]

SOMEONE SHOT TRUMP AND MISSED

[gontagokuhara]

Just went on Instagram to look at more DR art (because tumblr won't let me see a lot of DR art for some reason) and saw hinanami discourse out in the wild which made me say, out loud, "oh, are we still doing this 💀"

Like idk if I've just aged out of the fandom (on Instagram) but just seeing that hinanami rant made me realize I've been spoiled by the DR community on Tumblr bc I'll scroll on here for 2 minutes and see a text post that will literally SHIFT my entire view of a character/ship and CHANGE my LIFE in just a small analysis that was probably written by op while they were on the toilet💀

Anyway it made me think of the post about Maki and Chappel Roan that I actually recited by memory out loud to my friend last night [gooning over wlw content together after watching Muriel's Wedding], And also that one post abt Monomi and Monokuma being Junko's satire of her own rivalry with Mukuro, and Junko not liking that her friends don't appreciate her fursona doing stand-up 💀💀 and like compare that to Instagram discourse and it's like "Komahina is stupid bc hinata isn't straight" like 💀

Anyway maybe it was the same on tumblr before [it probably definitely was] but now that I'm older I'm really appreciating mature convos/takes about danganronpa because good fanfiction/fanart/fan interpretations are truly adapting the story+characters in much better ways than the creators could ever imagine circa 2010 [pointy objects] [peaches and cream] [anything w/autistic nagito] [anything w/transmasc hajime]

number one rule of modern fandom experience (at the very least with media that has a propensity to draw Certain Crowds [looking especially hard at danganronpa and p5]) is CURATE YOUR OWN SPACE AND STRAY NO FARTHER ‼️‼️‼️ i personally escaped the early era dr fandom (pre v3 localization/the 2019 Danganronpa Renaissance) but time capsule posts tell me i dodged something of a bullet there ❤️ in that vein 2019/2020/covid era discourse was still crazy insane (<- was a part of it for sure LMFAO) but it had a much different Flavor than it did way back when. and the same is true of present-day: still a little kooky if you search hard enough (insta/tiktok/twitter/tumblr all have their own demons). but at least This go around i have largely avoided that by picking my people that i trust not to be Weird and just living in my own bubble wrt the dr fandom at large. and thats served me very well the past year+ since i got back into dr <3 and i have also seen MANY of those perspective-altering posts in that little curation circle that has deepened and made better my experience THE GOOD IS OUT THERE ‼️‼️‼️

THE JUNKO FURSONA POST ALSO LIVES IN MY BRAIN its so real and just one of many takes i’ve seen fly by in a post and been like This is so real and it’s mine now. many such cases <3 i follow people like that and simply block people expending energy on discourse i DOOOOOONT care about. like simply enjoy kmha (I SURE DO ‼️‼️‼️) if you like it and ignore hnmi/kmnmi if you dont (cant relate I LOVE YOU TOO HINANAMI + KOMANAMI ‼️‼️‼️) and live your life happy not angry ❤️

like re: maki lesbianism (which was written on the toilet no lie) she is The most lesbian of all time i could write 10,000 scholarly articles on her comphet + traumatic past of being made to hurt people keeping her from fully coming to terms with herself as a lesbian and as someone who wants to Protect the people she loves (an integral pillar of butchness!!!!!!!!) and it is so important to me. and MANY people disagree! and i simply just dont worry about it <3 but i DO think about the people that agree (and the people who i Influence to agree…..that makes me so happy to hear you talking about it with people :D) and that makes fandom FUN!!!!! not arguing over word of god or whatever that isn’t going to change anyone’s opinions anyway 😭

there is a LOOOOOT of good discussion and character/scene analysis and genuinely fun unique takes on tumblr (+ im sure other places but i rly only interact with dr on her & Occasionally by liking a twt post on my main) and that’s where i’ve made my niche <3 people having fun with the media they enjoy and trying to salvage its shortcomings and missteps because they love it!!

and putting little old Me up amongst the dr goats (transmasc hajime) (autistic nagito)………..framing this ask tbh the HIGHEST honor 4 me……..thank you my beloved cider as always KISS MWAH MWAH

[junk-culture]

the vampire lestat starts out all silly funny with "my name is lestat darkness dementia de lioncourt and today i was wearing a gorgeous leather jacket and riding my harley davidson motorcycle (i am what america calls a rock superstar)" etc etc.

but then when he starts telling you about his family and nicki and everything............... well. suddenly the fact that he rose from his sleep because he heard rock music (which is the music of vampires in case you didn't know. on account of its throbbing guitars and sexy electric pianos being so eloquent of dread and the supernatural) seems just a little bit less silly funny .

[vodkapuppy]

filthy!

i didn't have a creative title :(

CWs: implied csa, ptsd nightmare

wc: uh... i forgot, 500+

I used a spell checker and my friend has read it, also, saeed and eze are my friends ocs! um i dont know if that's proofreading

Levent jolted up, a strained gasp leaving his mouth, sweat pooling on the back of his neck and upper back. It felt cool and sticky, making the tank top stick to his back, his tangled hair, draped on his sticky neck, cling on the sides of his neck, lingering near his shoulders. He curled in on himself, a fatal position. He pressed his face into his knees, his left hand quickly moving to pick at old, scabby scar on his lower leg.

"Mmmhh..." he whined, and fuck, he sounded like a stupid baby. Like a little toddler who got his favorite toy taken away. Like a bratty child who was told he can't eat candy for dinner. That's not what he was, though, no. He wasn't a child. He wasn't a baby. He was never a child and he never will be. Children don't do what he does. They're innocent and they're kind and they're pure. Levent never was any of that.

And it's far, far too late to fix it now. All you can do is dwell. And cry. And sulk. And lie. Just to make yourself feel better. Pathetic, isn't it? It's disgusting. What if Saeed knew? Or Ezequiel? What would they say? They'd probably stare at him with pure disgust, anger— like he's a dirt stain on a white blouse. He squeezes his eye shut to the point pain starts to prickle at his eyelids, but it still doesn't hurt as much as it does when he imagines their faces. He'll pollute them, maybe he already has. He won't let himself do it further.

He choked out a sob, so, so painfully. It stings and it burns his throat and the pain stays there, it doesn't leave. The memories don't leave, either. They locked in his brain, they flashed over and over. He could feel everything on his body, too: the cold air (despite the fact that it was over 40°c, cold air caressed his body meanly), his client's warm breath, tickling his face and the condescending voice of his client, mocking to his ears.

"Such a pretty girl. Too bad I can't have you forever."

Gross, gross, gross. He uncurls himself and flumps down on the bed with a small huff, staring at the celling. He can't cry, he won't cry! He's not weak, he wanted this. He made himself dirty. He made himself broken. He can't be upset when he's at fault. That's very unruly, is it not? Yet still, tears burn his eyes and wet his cheeks and stupid, squeaky, weak sobs start to wrech his throat and he slowly starts to realize how it all puts his defenselessness, his weakness on display, pretty for everyone to see, to witness, to make fun of. And he deserves it, really.

"Fi- filthy..." Levent chokes out a whisper to himself, resulting in louder sobs, "filthy, filthy Yilmaz. Filthy- disgusting boy." His words slowly fall into sobs, loud, wrecking his body. "You kno- know what you did, Yilmaz. Filthy. Unworthy," he barely manages to say, angrily kicking the nearest thing off his bed. It happens to be a bat plushie.

[jutsuuu]

girl help I’m experiencing

[yeehaw-in-magic-space]

Introduction

Hi! I decided to make a sideblog to recount the events of my new D&D campaign. We just started a few days ago and it's already one of my favorite things I've ever run, and I thought it would be fun to keep an ongoing record of everything that happens to look back on later.

I'm just gonna do a brief intro, but it's basically the same as my main blog. Minors DNI, I'd prefer for this to be an adult space because it's a campaign full of adults doing adult things. I love stories, some favorites of mine are: The Locked Tomb, Darkest Dungeon, Star Wars, and Cowboy Bebop (those are particularly relevant because those are the kind of things that inspired this game) and of course, tabletop roleplaying games. The campaign itself is a spooky space western: lots of fantasy, lots of cowboy stuff, some light horror. It is borrowing a setting and a handful of characters I came up with a few years ago and didn’t do anything with. I may still want to write in it more traditionally one day, but I just have stronger concepts for it as a D&D campaign and I have other writing projects on my plate. 

I'm basically just going to recap each individual session, give a rundown of the player characters, and then maybe do some lore drops occasionally. I've never posted recaps of D&D before, so I'm not sure at what pace to dump lore, but I'll probably just mention things as they become relevant to the narrative? We're gonna play it by ear. But I'll put every post in the tag "yeehaw in magic space" so they're easy to find later. I'm mostly just doing this so I have a record other than my 500 pages of campaign notes because I’ve realized gaps in my memory of past campaigns are starting to appear.

I'm planning to post a very basic setting rundown and some details and brief player character bios shortly after this cause I've already been writing that stuff down.

[one-year-of-bad-art]

June 29, 2024

Hey so I really overestimated my own abilities to practice drawing regularly, but I have been doing some worldbuilding stuff for a fantasy story I've been playing around with on and off for a couple of years so here's some stuff I've drawn for that! (This story is completely for fun, I have no plans do much with it beyond personal hobby writing)

This is a map of the world (so far unnamed but idk if it would ever be important). For context, there are four different kingdoms, the humans, the faye, the gnomes, and the werefolk, but the human kingdom is blocked off from the other three by a giant wall of brambles (the red line). It wasn't always blocked off and the original size of the kingdom is shown with the light gray lines and rivers, except for the western border. It used to stretch all the way to the coast, but there was an invasion and that gray line just shows how far the border had been pushed back at the point when the wall went up. The blue lines are rivers, the brown triangles are a mountain range, and the green hashes are a thick forest.

This is the map of the human kingdom, Nalion, within the bramble walls because it's where the majority of the story would take place (in my head this would be a four-book series and you wouldn't leave Nalion until book three). Number 1 is the main character's hometown, number 4 is the capital city, number 6 is the location of the magic academy where the entire first book takes place, and the other three are major/story-significant cities.

These are just a bunch of emblems I felt like designing because there was an In-Story Reason for them and I got distracted from actually writing anything. The top four represent the four kingdoms, each of which was "blessed" by one of the four goddesses. (time is humans, space is faye, energy is gnomes, and change is werefolk). Below that is the symbols for the different orders of magic in the human kingdom. There are five different types of magic but each is actually just a different way to utilize time magic, so they all have an hourglass integrated into them. The outlined symbols would be the "royal" emblems for each order because this world is governed by a council of nobles led by five members of the royal family, each of which is the "keeper" of one order of magic.

[cha1cedony]

Was really planning on having chapter 3/3 of my current fic up tonight, but anxiety got in the way once again lol, so I probably won’t have it ready when I promised myself I would. Sorry! I also made some changes to fics I have anon’d on AO3. Tempted to delete some I’m no longer happy with or don’t want up publicly, but I’m really trying not to. I did already delete one. Hope you’re all doing well <3