#beans writes sometimes

[superbeans89]

Bear Faced Cheek

Word count: 441

Prompt: Write a story about a cursed object.

It was a Friday night in the O’Driscoll household, and things were looking lively. Loaded up with sugar, popcorn and vampire movies, Alice and her school friends were engaging in a fun round of verbal abuse. 

Their victim? Stuart the bear.

“I touched him once and puked up in mam’s good bowl.” Alice giggled.

“I touched him once and me arm fell off.” Siobhan tittered.

“I touched him once and forgot how to spell my name!” Caoimhe honked with laughter.

Older than any of them and missing an eye, Stuart had definitely been through the wars.

“And maybe you could stop knocking him?” A voice called from the doorway. The girls turned around to find Alice’s mother looking unimpressed.

“Aw mam…!” Alice cried. “You know we don’t mean it! Stuart’s part of the family!”

“And that means abusin’ him.” Siobhan chipped in.

“It’s true! I do the same for Aisling!” Alice grinned.

“She does, you know.” A muffled voice agreed from the room next door.

“Oh you would, would you now?” Her mother’s eyebrow arched. “Well Stuart’s got seniority on you, so you’d best be careful.”

“Stuart’s older than time itself, so he is.” Alice said.

“That makes him a powerful wizard.” Caoimhe tackled her to the ground, where the pair of them landed in a bunch of cushions.

“It wasn’t that long ago,” Mam sighed. “It was only 1994, girls. I was 10, me da was in the hospital. Stuart kept me company at the time.”

All three girls gasped. 

“He is a wizard!” Caoimhe cracked a grin. Mam just rolled her eyes and walked away from the madness.

“He can’t say much anymore, though…” Alice said. Indeed, Stuart the bear used to introduce himself and mutter a couple of other niceties when his belly was squished. But now all he said was.

“Hell…” A dull, tinny voice burbled from his depths as Alice buried her hand in his belly. The three tweens giggled at the forbidden word. 

“Hey Stuart, where do bad people go when they die?” Alice threw caution to the wind, pressing his belly. Stuart stirred once again;

“Hell.”

The trio burst into puddles of laughter.

“Hey Stuart, what do you get instead of high water?” Siobhan had a turn.

“Hell.”

“Hey Stuart, what’s a word that rhymes with yell?” Caoimhe joined in.

“Hell…”

The girls carried on giggling.

“...p me.”

A palpable silence rippled through Alice’s bedroom. Even the vampire movie went deathly quiet. 

Silently, three girls gathered their things and vacated the room, leaving Stuart to his own devices. Maybe Aisling would like to join in on their sleepover tonight after all.

[brigid-faye]

headcanon that Peter was a brunette until Ron cast sunshine, daisies, butter mellow turn this stupid fat rat yellow

[whumpacabra]

Whump that is about change. Whump that is about acceptance. Whump that is about adapting to loss. Whump where there is no rehabilitation, no getting back what’s gone. Sometimes things happen and there is no going back, there is no getting better. Sometimes the person that comes out the other side is different and they will never be the same again. Sometimes you need to grapple with the reality that most people don’t bounce back from traumatic brain injuries, from severe burns, from lost limbs and are their old selves ever again.

Whump that is about change, with no going back, and how the world won’t end because of it.

[phoebe-the-autism-fairy]

Pro tip

Journals are supposed to be messy. Don't pay attention to the "bullet journal girlies" on your social media and their neat little to-do lists and the things they're grateful for. Cause at the end of the day I wouldn't have the energy or the neurotypical-ness to keep up to date with bullet journaling. Just grab ya notebook and write whatever you feel. Talk about your feelings, both the beautiful and the ugly ones. Scribble in it. Doodle in it. Vent in it. Write cringey poetry. Write stories. Release your inner Regina George on that bitch. You don't need to make it fancy, your journal can be your best friend if you just let it.

[this-was-a-terrible-idea]

if you haven't already answered, i've been so curious about the jaykon firemedic au 👀👀

maya my beloved, thank you for asking!!!!! jaykon firemedic kon au is sooooo. i have so many thoughts about it. the au is huge and expansive in my brain. without making this a huge long post with disjointed thoughts, heres the rundown.

clex grew up together and were besties and then partners and trans!lex had kon as an oopsie baby when they were teenagers before they had the whole superman falling out. ma and pa took kon in bc neither lex or clark were able to take care of him since they were teens as well, and kon grew up thinking of clark as more of a brother than a dad.

bc kon's a biokid and not a clone, he has way fewer powers and what he does have are weaker. this means hes not a superhero, but he DOES want to save people, so he became a firefighter. he did the volly to paid route, and went to gotham u for fire science. when he got on with gcfd he showed interest in becoming a medic so they put him through paramedic school. kon is a huge nerd and keeps a huge medic kit at home, which is also just a good idea in general bc he lives in gotham, and also he taught himself how to do stitches for funsies.

jason is still red hood, and one night he got hit hard enough to slow him down near kon's place, and kon ends up taking care of him. jason keeps going back to get patched up by kon, and he totally has a crush on him.

i just want kon to be a badass firemedic, and also kiss jason 🥰

(ask me about my wips!)

[smalltimidbean]

Something that I’ve been curious for a while is that when Fiend speaks, how come their text is always in capital letters?

It's bc they have a big mouth and talk very loudly jkdfgkj;fg

But uhh, I don't exactly remember why I made their 'speech quirk' all caps - like how Pep's 'quirk' is that he speaks backwards - it was kinda a spur of the moment idea and it just stuck

Originally Fiend didn't speak at all, or 'spoke' garbled nonsense, and then they could suddenly speak full sentences, with the all caps supposed to indicate that they are speaking loudly - like how one would project their voice while on stage

Their voice has a slight reverb to it too! But idk how to portray that in text hgdljhkgdl

[ziskandra]

apropos of rereading one of my old old fanfics i am suddenly reminded of an even more ancient RP i did where franziska von karma tried to run kristoph gavin down with a shopping cart

[jestersdlc]

You say coincidence as if I haven’t read your fanfic gxghxhchcjv the Rowlet was picked on purpose HEHEHEHE

ACK well....I wasn't going to assume it was cause my lil fic >_<

it COULD have been coincidence after all (...which apparently it is not) hjhjdjd dying rn /pos

[marshmellowtea]

chris and sandra make each other better but they also make each other worse. especially to any man who makes the questionable decision to date either of them <3

[badolmen]

You ever write something incredibly satisfying but you can’t show it to anyone at the moment because it contains Horrors they won’t comprehend.

[turnthefrigginfr0gsgay]

okay so for goodcrimeswithmumscarian au 1yr, i present this oneshots that i wrote based off of a headcanon that mochi has presented to us (i wrote most of this rlly quickly this morning before school so its kinda short)

"Here." Mumbo offered Grian a white paper bag that had been taped shut. The blonde blinked at the bag in surprise, hand twitching towards it.

"What is it?" He took the bag gingerly, looking up at Mumbo with a confused furrow of his brow.

"Just open it."

The blonde gave him skeptical glare, to which Mumbo just rolled his eyes and gestured to the bag. Reluctantly, Grian pulled the tape holding the bag closed off and peered inside. As soon as he realised what exactly it was, his expression completely lit up in joy.

Mumbo stared as he pulled the gummy worms out, mesmerised by the delighted on his face.

He looked adorable like this. Grinning giddily down at the packet of what was essentially pure sugar that he held in his hand. The exhaustion from their job was still obvious in the way he stood, but that didn't seem to effect the way he was feeling now. How happy he was about the small treat.

"Thanks Mumbo!" Mumbo nodded once and they continued on their way back to meet up with Scar.

Not without Mumbo making sure to commit that scene to memory and making a note to buy Grian sweets more often if that was how he was gonna react to it.

[superbeans89]

Loose Change

Word Count: 749

Prompt: Write about an encounter with a supernatural creature.

A visit to the pet store had left Julia high and dry.

Sure, the animals were nice and the company would’ve been even nicer, but then there was the smarmy guy at the cash register, the costs of it all, and the deadened look in that hamster’s eyes. Anything from that place was either going to hate her or die on her within a week, she just knew it.

But still, that meant another night in the new apartment, all alone. Inviting Jade or Alana over for the night was only a temporary fix, and honestly, her fridge regretted every visit.

With a short sigh, Julia glanced over her shoulder towards the animal shelter down the street. What about a fixer upper pet?

Something like a cat would be low maintenance, plus they’d be given a second chance, and hopefully give her company in return. She checked her phone; still two hours ‘til work. That was more than enough time to fall in love with something.

Tying her crimson curls back into submission, she straightened out her dress, because new animal owners were smart and responsible looking, and began her trek over to the shelter.

Only to immediately get stopped by the red man at the traffic lights.

Julie deflated. Fate itself seemed to be against her. As cars droned past, their greyed-out cargo staring mindlessly ahead, she couldn’t help but feel her gaze wander while she waited. 

Against the granite drudgery of the city,  a sparkle of light caught her eye just a couple of feet away. The red man was still red, so she knelt down to investigate and found herself a lucky quarter under a drainpipe.

Sometimes it was the little things, but this definitely made her Tuesday. She could get herself a free coffee from the vending machine at work. No one would judge if they saw a grown woman pulling coins from a drain, would they?

Julia shrugged; judging was for when she was on the clock. That was an hour and forty-eight minutes away. Plenty of time to be a messy reprobate.

A cursory glance; the coast looked clear enough. She reached out for the coin, only for a hissing to emerge from the drainpipe.

Julia retracted her hand. Picking up change was one thing, but coming to work splattered with sewage was another entirely.

It wasn’t water that came spilling out of the pipe however, rather a tiny lizard. Two, maybe three inches long at the most, the little beastie nevertheless curled up around the coin and snarled at the invading giant. Fluttering a pair of minuscule wings, it chomped down on the coin and tried to drag it back into its drainpipe. No such luck.

Julia straightened up again. It looked like that coin was spoken for. What a dragon was doing in the middle of the city was anyone’s guess, but pissing it off for a free coffee didn’t sound wise.

The red man flashed green at last. Julia scraped a dime out of her purse and flicked it the dragon’s way, then took her chance and scampered across the road.

The tiny dragon’s beady eyes watched her retreating away. Its tongue flickered curiously.

Half an hour later, Julia left the pet shelter, exactly one cat heavier. Of the ten or so to choose from, it was Scrungus the one-eyed tortoiseshell that stole her heart. The nice lady there said that she had a penchant for eating custard and sleeping with her head in tissue boxes. Two things Julia could provide, for sure.

Tucking the kitten in a carry case under one arm, she was just calculating her route back home when a bizarre noise hissed up at her.

“...huh?” She frowned. Kneeling down, she noticed the very same dragon as before - well it had to be. How many other dragons were there in this city?

Gurgling in delight, the mini reptile had what looked like a jewel lodged in its jaws. Was that a thanks? Did dragons understand that concept?

The little dragon scampered onto her outstretched hand and up her arm, resting on her shoulder.

From no pets to two in the space of an hour, Julia’s downtimes were better than  ever. Scrungus napped in tissue boxes, occasionally waking up with them stuck to her head and scattering about the house in a panic, while Sterling the dragon had a fishbowl full of change to parade around in.

It wasn’t much, but it was the company she needed.

[kanene-yaaay]

Sooo, Heya Heya, everyone!

I am actually quite not sure if I already made a post like thus because I think I just wrote this intro around 5 times already and never got to finish so ahwfywgeue idk hope I am not sounding like an old scratched vinyl but I wanted to share some stuff for the beans who read my fics!

Long short story: college is kicking my butt a LOT and lately (and by that I mean the last three months ahfwtwfwjge) I haven't been able to have a free moment to spend by writing and creating, which is,,, boring, but something I expected. Honestly I don't really know when I will have some time and energy to write (July is coming by w the holidays but aaaa energy and inspiration are hard auywfwffw) and that is quite disheartening that I can't just show up w a date to come back w posting fanfics but I didn't want to...just disappear w my writing and not explain anything.

About my reblogs! They are being affected too! However I still think I still can rb a good fic or a lovely fanart here and there when I get some time to breathe. So probably I will come back w them earlier than my fics ^v^)

Thank you for your patience if you read until here! Please accept this cookie 🍪

[blizzardstarx]

old (2022) oc art dump

halfmask, blizzardstar, and gingerstar v

eclipse and gingerstar my lesbian cats <3 v

aura and i forgot her name the silver bengal

and paw anatomy

[biracy]

While there's Obviously an issue w people who make characters not doing their research on the cultures those characters are a part of and naming, designing, and writing them based solely on stereotypes, I don't really like the way people like to "counteract" that by acting like anything that could even be remotely deemed "stereotypical" is automatically Problematic. Bc I'm Latino I notice this constantly w Latino characters, like this whole push to act like Good Representation involves no "stereotypical" (Spanish-language) names and no Spanglish and no Latin music and no Latin dance and no futbol and no beisbol and no "stereotypical" (regionally typical) food and no big families and no Dios Mio and etc. Idk it just sucks man LMAO maybe it's just me but I don't want a Latino character to be John Smith who never speaks any Spanish and thinks reggaeton is lame and has never seen a taco before. Giving a Latin character a Latin name isn't "stereotypical" it's engaging with the culture you're giving your character. Oftentimes it's a good shorthand way to tell your audience that a character is Latino, which if your goal is "representation", should be very important, no?

[johnbly]

WIP game!

i was tagged by @tortoisesshells ✨

so i have two fics going one rn: 1) in the boat purgatory in at world's end, james comes across gov swann and the two have a final conversation together (not using that for this since i haven't done too much but something to look forward to i guess) and 2) bolt's "what if james had a dragon" fic and subsequent discussions and questions has me now doing a "what if hornblower had a dragon" fic so here is an excerpt from that:

“Who are you?”  The dragonet is speaking French, and internally Hornblower swears. Is French the only language the creature knows? It’s no issue for him, of course, but how can it be expected to be a British dragon if it only knows French? “Captain Horatio Hornblower, most recently of the HMS Sutherland,” he replies, also in French – awkwardly so, because it’s a ridiculously formal introduction to make to a dragon, but in light of never having conversed with one before he’s fallen back on the old habit of saying more than is necessary. “That is not a French name,” the dragon says. In English. “Non – no, it is not. You speak English, then?” “I do.” Pause. “That was a long introduction. I hope you don’t want me to use it whenever I want to call on you?” The idea of a dragon wanting to call on him at all is no less ridiculous than having a conversation with one, but it – he? The voice is deep – has a point. “You can call me 'Hornblower',” he says.

i don't remember who all is writing things that hasn't already been tagged, so if you see this and are a writer, feel free to share!