#and sorry

[gabbytheplatypus]

Do you think Mav annoyed the crap out of Iceman with the song Ice Ice Baby when it was released?

[circinuus]

TW. chapter 109 and bungou stray dogs. angst angst angst. sad.

You've always wondered what you would do in the last moments before the world caves in.

Gaze into the sunset as the economy falls into ruin? Find a good book as humanity morphs into mindless monsters?

Run and fight for the love of your life?

You weren't sure. You've never been. Everything passed by like the sigh of dawn. Hasn't it been, always? You were having an outing with him. He was smiling, and you were too. Then he was gone. Then everyone else was gone. Then the world started to crumble, and you are left with nothing but blisters on your feet and soul.

Was there even anything left? Of this world and of this sick death maze? Of this twisted war and of the reality that you've all lost?

Nothing.

Nothing?

No, there was something. Your everything.

That was why you run. That was why you're here. Are you not?

You run you run you run. You don't care. You don't care. About the cracked walls, the blood staining the floor, the calamity that might as well struck the world by now. You don't care about all that. One thing only rings in your mind.

Dazai.

Dazai. Dazai. Dazai. The curious shell of a man. The pitiful, lonely man. The man you love.

Then you find him.

There he lays against a cold white wall. Deformed, broken, splashed with cracks and glistening maroon and oh God!-

It was sick. Horrifying. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

He just sits there. Why is he just sitting there? In front of him stands a person. No, you don't care. Your mind only rings about one thing. Dazai. Dazai. He is alright. He must be. He always has. This must be wrong.

So you ran. Like all your life depended on it. Maybe it did. Your life is his life. You are his. He is yours. The man in front of him resembles someone you know. A vacant gaze in his eyes. A gun in his hands. But it doesn't matter. None of it does. In your mind only rings one thing.

"Dazai?" you whisper. tentative, scared. His warmth in your cradle is familiar. But not the seeping coldness. not the dampness of the crimson.

"Dazai? Dazai?" his cheek is cold and for a split second, his eyelids seem to flutter. But even your gaze is getting blurry. What of? Of tears? But why? Dazai is alright. He always is.

A slight squeeze on your arm. He is too frail. Has he always been? That doesn't matter.

He is alright. You will help. You will help him.

"You'll be okay," you whisper again as you appraise his wounds. "You'll be okay," you choke as you realize his broken bones.

"You'll be okay," you rip a piece of your own, bloodied and tattered clothing, desperately dressing up whatever mess out of his body. "You'll be okay," you appraise him, again, perhaps to convince him once more. Or to convince you. It doesn't matter. None of it does.

He looks so frail. Hasnt he always? But he looks too frail you feel the beats of your heart escaping you.

"I'm sorry." you press another piece of ripped fabric into his wound." I'm sorry." The wound on his shoulder continues to bleed. It must've hurt. "I'm sorry." Then you patch the one on his side. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Dazai hated pain. It must've hurt. It must've hurt. "I'm sorry."

Then you stop at the wound on his brow.

"I'm sorry, darling."

And maybe, at that point, you felt like your life is spent, too.

this took more time than I thought. i haven't written anything properly these days qwq (and i don't know if you guys rmb but) thank you @white-heartt @extemporeies @muderdrones! for encouraging the completion of this piece heh

♡ taglist @ashthemadwriter

[yerimbrit]

i am Afraid

[kesharik]

he`s not doing that

[humanorck]

I need some glue traps

[analoghorrorisyummy]

Your hardwork are worth every second of the struggle, i promise u will get through this! And lots of people are by your side, were all going to get through this together :) I hope your thoughts don't bother you one day, you deserve to rest, i care for you

Aww!!!! Thank you anon! I am feeling a bit better and I also made a few digital drawings but I think I’m coming down with something-

Anywho!! Thank you. Really! I’m pretty tired so I’ll probs take a nap-

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

I JUST STOPPED HAVING DEVILS FOOT THOUGHTS AND YOU REBLOGGED ALL THE POSTS AND THEY ARE COMING BACK TO HAUNT ME GAHHHHH

If it comforts you, I'm feeling just as haunted :,)

[horrorsansdaily]

Day 19

[alivingolive]

Friendships are weird, huh?

One minute, you’re bonding over that time you both got way too dramatic over your exes’ text messages and mocking each other’s cringey phases. Next, you’re sitting across the table like strangers, thinking, “Wow, we used to talk every day” (you didn’t, but nostalgia loves to gaslight)

No messy arguments or dramatic speeches, just this subtle understanding: it’s done.

Not because anyone screwed up, but because there’s a gap now—one that no amount of, “Ayo ketemuan” texts will bridge. Some friendships simply come to an end, and maybe that’s okay.

The tricky part? Not feeling guilty about it.

It’s easy to spiral and wonder, Was it me? Did i not reply to their IG story enough? But maybe nothing went “wrong”

People grow, life shifts, and sometimes, friendships quietly unravel without anyone yelling, “I hate you!” in all caps.

Funny thing is, we’re sold this idea that friendships are unshakable—ride-or-die forever. But no one warns you about the ones that fade, not from drama, but from... not explaining yourself anymore.

It’s like both of you slowly stopped trying, and suddenly, all the plans and bucket list ideas are just wistful what-ifs.

Connections are supposed to feel easy, not like you’re cramming for a final because you forgot to study all year.

Sure, effort’s great, but when you’re just showing up because “we’ve been friends too long" you’re not really connecting—you’re just dragging a dead horse through the finish line (spoiler: it’s not winning any races)

It’s in those moments you start questioning whether the connection is still mutual or just muscle memory.

And if it's the latter, maybe that’s normal. Not every friendship is a lifelong saga. Some are seasonal. Some are situational. Some are just perfectly fine until one of you stops needing to vent about your ex. That doesn’t make them less real or valuable—it just means they served their purpose.

Still, it makes you wonder: Do we really need to save every friendship? Or is it fine to let some fade without overthinking it?

Maybe this is just a phase. Or hormones. Probably hormones. 

But as I scroll through old group chats, one thing’s clear: every friendship leaves a mark.

Even the random ones, the messy ones, and the “How did we even become friends in the first place?” ones.

They’ve all shaped me. Some taught me to laugh at myself, others taught me to listen. (and a select few taught me that I should never text after 11 PM)

Would I immortalize these friendships with some cool tattoos? Probably not. But if I’ve become a better, more self-aware person (or just someone who finally knows what “boundaries” means), it’s because of these people.

So here’s to the friends who aren’t here anymore. You were part of the journey, and you helped me become slightly less of a mess.

PS. And honestly, you left me with a pretty solid collection of inside jokes and memes, so I guess that’s something.

xoxo, olive

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

On weeks like this I wish my grandpa was still around. I know that the comfort of his arms would make it all better. We would talk for ages. He would hold me through all of my shitty moods. Then we would both smile. I would drop a big old kiss on his forehead like I always did. He would listen to me ramble some more, then tell me about the book he’s been reading. Tell me the whole plot. With things he liked and found strange. I would make us tea. I always knew we were two linked souls. Pieces of us that didn’t belong to this world were destined to become interlinked. I just wish I had told him more often just how much I loved it. Wished I had pulled myself together and told him I Ioved him on the phone when he called from the hospital because he wanted to hear my voice when he first got there and not just sat under the table in blinding panic. Wished I would have went up to his hospital room that last evening. Regardless, I know that for the rest of my life no matter what I do I will see an empty space at every gathering and at every celebration. I will never get to call him and tell him first about the exciting things. I would give up everything for a chance to hug him one more time and to feel the warmth that he carried. Big piece of me died with him. And I don’t know if I know how to function without him properly.

[lady-ashfade]

To be fair to that anon with a great request idea.

They probably sent it to a few as not all write the requests. Which is fair. You guys are the writers you guys get to chose what the hell you want to write.

I don’t think there is anything wrong with sending it to a few so long as you can link it to the request. That then shows how you were sent it if another writes their own idea for it too.

Plus being able to compare and see how different or how each writer might have been on the same wavelength for ideas is cool.

The only ones in the wrong are the muppets who think it is okay to send threats to people. They are the pricks. Not you, the writers or the anon, the person who wants an idea wrote out by multiple awesome writers.

You are valid in what you said but at the same time don’t take it out on request blogs/anons who just want to see their fave writers write what they thought of and see it brought to life by your awesome writing. Plus like I said above some ignore requests and some just don’t want to write that request which is fine. But that is why they send it to more than one.

I don’t mean to be a bad person here. Or a prick. I am going to be a prick to the jackarses though who think sending threats is something that should be done. You lot can feck write off. Let people enjoy writing what they want, let writers write a request that was sent to many and see how different but wonderful they could all be.

Anyway I am sorry this is so long. I hope it makes sense. You and anon = good, pricks who send threats which is why you wrote what you did = shitheads.

I hope you have a nice day and I look forward to reading more of your awesome fics. (I do hope one day you may decide to write what the anon wrote as it sounds like a wicked idea and with your amazing writing it would be so so so damn good, again it’s up to you. I understand if you don’t want to).

Have a good Sunday 😁

No I get where you’re coming from for sure. I hope one day we can all do the same requests.

But if I had wrote the request and didn’t see that someone else with a bigger platform did it- I’d most likely getting threats.

This is not mine, but a lovely person @starless-nightz

I am really upset that people do this is, which is why I put it in my rules. Which someone should always read. I was completely upset. I am valid in my feelings because I know first hand what things like this can do.

Link here for the post of someone doing something similar to someone else.

The problem with sending it to a few writers, it doesn’t go over well. If I didn’t see my FRIEND make it then who knows if someone else got it and they got hate, or me, or someone else.

And I already have a idea similar to that. But I will never write that request to show peoples that it’s completely wrong. I’m not mad at you lovely Anon! But theses things can’t be easily fixed. People need to learn. Also I’m not okay with writing what someone else has done for this reason. That’s a big no no in this community and I, and others feel strongly.

Anon might not have meant harm. But they could cause harm. And it’s in my rules-

Anyone sorry if I came off as a asshole but this really needs to be said. I’m so tired of seeing people get hate. It makes me really upset. But you’re lovely, and I also hope to do what you said in the future and get your point of view and wish- that we all can do asks. I just find it disrespectful.

Also if they weren’t Anon i would have messaged them privately instead of what I made.

I’m sorry to the person who sent that request, but it’s not something to do when many others with the same rules for requesting get ignored. I’m happy to talk to them privately and explain. But I will never, and I mean never be afraid to speak my mind.

Sorry if I seem like a asshole again, this message has made me cry and feel overwhelmed.

Edit: I am over having a panic attack- anon I love you and you’re really nice. I will try and be a better person

[holmesmarpleandpoe]

help understand, thought late talkers were from 4 to 9.

are child supposed talk even before one year?

[zahri-melitor]

For the ask game 10 or 12, whichever you prefer. Both would be stellar but no obligation or pressure to!

Ooh let’s go.

10: Justice League or Justice Society?

Now, while part of me really loves the generational nature of the Justice Society - what other team naturally has several people who served in WWII, their grandkids, folk from other timelines and a modern teenager on it simultaneously? - and the interesting extended found family nature that brings to its dynamics, I've got to go with the Justice League.

Every comics canon needs that team that can go smash up the universe-threatening events, facilitate connections across the whole community, and have completely unanswerable questions like 'who is in charge here anyway?'. The power levels are better balanced and hilariously enough the drama is less complex.

12: Pick up to 7 characters to star in a Teen Titans ongoing (any era or generation you like). What tone do you envision for this series?

Tiny Titans: I am so pumped for this team you have no idea give it to me give it to me give it to me I've been dreaming of them since 2006 or so. Lineup is: Lian Harper, Irey West, Jai West, Cerdian, Robby Long, PJ Holt, Maxine Baker.

They're all so overpowered, except Lian. They've all died (except Maxine). They're all legacies. And they're all arguably in the 10-14 zone right now. It's gonna be ADORABLE and hopefully stops people pitching so many Super Sons flashbacks.

[glowyskull]

Bleh

“Healers are weak”

The words were spat, not quite in her direction, but definitely meant for her.

Once, twice, many times over

Pacifism in a world of chaos was deemed foolish. Power not used for destruction was ludicrous… many knights and warriors mocked the idea of possessing power and it being useless for anything that didn’t obliterate enemies, yet, when things went south, they’d be begging healers to help them.

In a war, shoot the medic first.

A constant contradiction. Deemed too weak for the world, but too important to actually leave behind.

A healer.

Innocence had no room in this world. Nyru’s hands were red and raw, but the girl kept scrubbing. Harder, desperately. Like the hot, sticky feeling of blood wouldn’t leave her skin, like it’s strong, metallic scent was clinging to the flesh.

Desensitization. That’s what her parents had tried. Lift enough weapons, hunt enough wildlife… it’d sure get rid of the idea of going through this world only knowing how to heal. Ordon may be peaceful, but if the history of Hyrule had to be taken into account, one could never be too careful.

But the sting on her hands made the skin throb. The tears after hunting were never ending. It’s not like she was weak… she’d bare teeth if needed… but the idea of fighting, of hurting, of killing, just wasn’t in her.

Disdain. Exasperation. That’s what met her every time she talked about a plant, every time she held a book on the subject. All surely useless if she refused to fight in the first place.

So, she started to hide… quiet down her excitement, snuff out the spark of curiosity that lit her eyes when someone mentioned anything related to potions or fairies.

That was, until she met him.

The sight of a young boy, sitting against a tree, eyes closer, had the young girl quietly approaching him.

Was he asleep? Unconscious? Hurt?

She got close, perhaps too close, trying to assess if he was ok… in a quick snap, her gray eyes met a vibrant blue. The boy, startled, tried to move, foreheads smashing together with a dull thud.

They both held their heads, tears stinging their eyes as they tried to soothe it. Awkward questions, explanations, laughs and a shaky handshake and Nyru had found someone who didn’t roll his eyes in exasperation, who listened to her rambles as she showed many plants, critters and chu jelly.

So indeed, the healer was weak… when the right person came along.

[jjongslutz]

sorry y'all 🙏 i've been very very sick recently and haven't even been writing or working on anything so it'll be quite some time before anything new comes out. thank you for your patience ♡