#break up the monotony

[builder051]

I’m archiving some neglected fics and copy/pasting from Tumblr to AO3. Anyone feel like a game?

Fic Writer Asks

Thought it would be fun to make one of these myself

🫓 What is your most popular fic?

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under?

🍲 When did you start writing and why?

🍱 Do you read your own fics?

🍛 Have any comments, tags or reactions to one of your fics every made you laugh or cry or both?

🍜 Do you ever feel pressured to write?

🍠 How long does it take you to write one of your fics or a chapter/part?

🍢 Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

🍣 What helps you focus or get in the mood to write?

🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written?

🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?

🍡 Which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write?

🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned?

🍙 Is there a fic you wish had gotten more attention?

🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing?

[pixlerelish]

✨💚PixleRelish specific ask game💚✨

Doing some spring cleaning early and I’m starting to organize my spare room. And because I know I can slide this under the radar and get like max 1 response without having to embarrass myself, send me an ask if you want to see…

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🦄 A random journal excerpt from when I was 8 🐺 Random journal excerpt from when I was 13 🥜 Random journal excerpt from when I was 14 🍇 Random journal excerpt from when I was 15 🔬 Random journal excerpt from when I was 16 🎺 Random journal excerpt from when I was 17 🎓 Random journal excerpt from when I was 18 💖 I swear I also have a journal from when I was in college, but I can’t find it right now… If I can’t find it by the time anyone chooses this ask, I’ll give you a random excerpt from a baby Jayne love letter instead. 🎨 I don’t care about your words, show me an old sketchbook page coward. 💎 I want to see a random object from your lunchbox of sentimentality… ✍️ Start writing a new journal, and give me a quote from that.

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💖

~Jayne~

[frownyalfred]

love the idea of Batman struggling with Gotham because it’s so crime ridden, cursed, etc but when he liaises in another city it takes all of two seconds for him to arrest a drug ring, topple a corrupt city government, and put upwards of 25 people in prison without breaking a sweat.

[serpentface]

Meet cute

[At this point Brakul is a prisoner of war, speaks very little Wardi, and understands just enough to get that Janeys is A) asking for him to expand on his given name and B) being mad annoying. So he’s listing off his entire ancestry.]

[TEXT]

Janeys: You must have a name. Mine is Haidamane. "jay-nees hai-dah-mah-nay". You might have heard of it? My father funds the entire Yellowtail route.

Brakul: ...Ok.

Janeys: So you haven't. Well I guess that's to be expected. What's your name then? Your name?

Brakul: Brakul.

Janeys: Brakul what?

Brakul: ...Brakul?

Janeys: What's after that? Don't tell me you don't have a surname.

Brakul: I have.

Janeys: So what is it?

Brakul: Brakul virsum Kuligan, et Dirunys et Fetken et Brakul et Gornaid et Ultarnaith et Bril et Finntaigr et Kulsagh et Guimír et Magdenarch et Ailahstaigr et Fírudai et Borunil

Janeys: Ok.

Brakul: et Kulniad et Brinsaid et Ullyos et Bruníl

Janeys: Ok I get it.

Brakul: et Áibethil et Findelaithe et Bratuvhed

Janeys: Ok yeah you're-. You're fucking with me. That's hilarious.

Brakul: et Maebra

Janeys: You're so funny. You're-. Uh.

Brakul: et Damaekul et Bisheldir

Janeys: STOP.

Brakul: et Ludseig

[bunabi]

I am learning for the first time that there are many players that have never liked the combat in any DA ever girl whaddahell

[willosword]

HELLOOOOOOOO ^_^

[some-pers0n]

I think Mastermind should've been a giggly evil bastard who laughs maniacally and enjoys doing his little sciency things a bit too much. As a treat.

[barisistill]

we need more svu beach episodes

[everydayfrimmel]

June 2, 2024

“No Further Threat”

1000 words, canon divergence au, kidfic

Frieren only acknowledges two broad categories of things: those which are immediate, and those which are not. The former are the stuff of daily life; the rest are ignored, out of sight and out of mind. Things will enter and exit the immediate at random and adjustments must be made, but that simple binary has neatly organized her world for centuries, and she depends upon it.

Hunger and thirst and sleepiness are immediate, anger and relief, opponents and allies, her fellow adventurers. Loss and loneliness fade out of immediacy quickly; fondness enters it with equal speed. And change is merely the process of bringing things into the bubble of the immediate.

Like: Himmel, the admiration of strangers, a newfound sense of emptiness when she strikes out on her own. Like: this warm, safe feeling of wanting that humans call love.

Her child is one of those things, a shock that is quickly absorbed into the bubble of immediacy.

He is a very good child, she thinks, and a very quiet child, and his small, sweet face doesn’t look very much like hers. He’s always hiding it from people, curling up like a turtle into the safety of the sling Frieren wears across her chest when she travels with him, and he doesn’t like too much light or noise. Children are creatures Frieren never had much reason to learn about before, but hers is more intuitive to understand than most grown people she knows.

Easier, too. When he is frightened by the dying shrieks of some horrific creature his mother is being paid to exterminate, all she needs to do is pat his head, stroke his wispy blue hair for a moment, and he’ll settle. He trusts his traveling companions like a party member ought to and never scolds or gets testy or complains about the weather.

Motherhood is supposed to mean many things that Frieren does not understand, but she thinks that this - the practical reality of it, what it really takes to care for a baby whose needs are so logical even she can follow them - is something she can do.

“It’s dead,” she whispers, gently rubbing the tip of Hagel’s pointed ear between her thumb and forefinger.

The sphinx that’s been terrorizing a small southern village for months now is a smoking corpse and it lets off a prodigious stench, but it’s dealt with, at least. Hagel whines, close to all-out tears, and she surmises it’s the smell as much as the sounds of a quick but nasty skirmish that are upsetting him.

“So there’s no further threat.”

So maybe babies don’t need logic. Himmel certainly doesn’t think so, whispering - when it’s his turn to keep tabs on the baby mid-battle - that it’s going to be all right, that mama and papa can handle it, that he’s safe and sound so long as he stays in that sling. Himmel gives comfort that goes over the baby’s head just as much as Frieren’s logic but probably does far more to soothe him, and sometimes Frieren feels a little out-of-place when she suspects it might be called for. But it’s the truth, and it’s the best she’s got right now.

In truth, it’s all she’s ever had: the hard truth, an arsenal of magic, and the dumb luck to keep on attracting people to her side who know how to soothe and stroke and caress the fearful and hurting and shy. It feels strange to call herself a mother, because mothers are supposed to be those things, and by that standard Frieren is merely somebody who has a child. Nevertheless, she’s the only one Hagel has.

And he’s never once seemed to mind having a mother whose head is too full of spells and combat techniques to have much room left for socializing.

“Frieren,” Himmel calls, a ways off, tone so pinched she surmises he’s trying not to breathe through his nose. (No wonder.) “Is he all right?”

Hagel is beginning to quiet to a soft, pitiful mewl, the combined effect of Frieren’s patting and their increased distance from the foul-smelling sphinx corpse. (Really, truly, are those things related to water-skunks? They must be.) Frieren nods. “He’s fine.”

Then, with her back turned because even with the father of her child it’s embarrassing to be seen this way, she nudges her nose into Hagel’s soft hair, sniffs (once, twice, fills her nose with a much nicer smell), and then rubs her cheek against the top of his head. It’s soft, tickles a little; it reminds her that he is as immediate as hunger or thirst.

It felt strange at first. Even now, it’s something she has to remind herself: this is her life, her immediate reality; it includes people now. People must be factored in and accounted for, this one especially. No longer can she go off on her own, take risks, think only about the path of least resistance. If she starves, freezes, is eaten by some horrifying creature that crawled out of the depths of the woods to make her life difficult, so will her child. If she doesn’t feed and clothe and soothe her child - and she cannot let herself count on Himmel to do it, ever-optimistic Himmel who never wants to admit that even a half-elf born early in his adulthood will barely have become a man by the time he reaches the necessary end of a human lifespan - then nobody will.

It fills her with resolve she hadn’t known was in her.

“You’re all right,” she tells him. Once more, she pats his head, feels him sink heavily into the sling as his tense body relaxes. “We’re all right.”

Step by step, day by day. That is how the immediate always is: it crowds out everything but now, makes back then and later on irrelevant.

Hagel is a part of that now, something she must see to.

And Frieren has been been alive long enough to know that that much, she can most certainly do.

[mixtpecas]

Young Mary is so interesting to me and same with Anna's character arc like. If I could I would genuinely end spn after season 5 and start a spin off focused on young Mary + Anna and their rebellions from their families. And also just seeing what Castiel is up to somehow in some episodes.

[damiencrane]

Have a cat

[loudmound]

speaking of jim what the fuck are they doing to our beautiful autistic men.

[lovesickgoose]

I have made a silly little guy for artfight based on my snazzy embroidery scissors

🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄

Idk if I'll get to draw much however, but I'll try<3

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Eleutherophobia!Tom and the titular character from The Murderbot Diaries: would they get along like a house on fire, resolve to say nothing and spend their time jointly staring at a wall, and/or a third option?

Bold of you to assume that staring silently at a wall together isn't their version of getting along like a house on fire. Let the world's most boring bestieship commence.

[whichwoods]

do share the headcanons pls the last chapter has me squealing in joy (they are so adorable... THE RING WAS PEAK ROMANCE). Thank you for yet again another amazing chapter!

thank you!! i'm glad people liked the ring reveal, that was one of the plot points i was heavily debating and agonizing over 🥲 below is lucemond being a family in the not-so-distant future! 💕

they're big on baby-wearing 💕 baelon can sleep through pretty much anything because he took most of his naps as a baby strapped to luke or aemond's chest while they chased around two toddlers

for a while aemond's phone background is just a selfie naerys took while she was tapping at his phone as a baby, just big brown eyes and chubby little face like 👁👄👁️💕

baby naerys does NOT like going to bed when she's old enough to have an opinion >:( she gets fomo 💔 she has a long bedtime rountine so she can stall consisting of things like saying night-night to "gar-gar" and "rax", being read TWO stories WITH voices, and being sang to by luke (she gets angry if aemond tries)

aemond becomes a selectively light sleeper as a father 🥲 baby crying? one of the kids is up sick or with a nightmare? he's awake. baby crawling all over him and smacking his face? luke needs to pee and he has his waist in a death grip? he's out cold. luke doesn't understand how it's possible

they usually take the kids for rides on vhagar because all of them can fit (aemond is SO stoked to get a big family-sized saddle for when they're old enough 😭) but luke will also take one kid at a time for solo rides sometimes, which they love because arrax can actually go fast and do flips with them and stuff (they're heavily strapped to both luke and the saddle lmao)

luke has more experience dealing with hatchling and young dragons and knows how durable they are and aemond is just always a little startled when luke like, grabs one of their kids' dragons by the neck and kind of chucks them when they're not listening 😒🤜🏻🐉

their dragons are all kept either literally in the backyard or close enough (still working out some logistics) that luke and aemond are doing most of the things for their kids' hatchlings when they're young instead of handlers,,,, it's like having 10 dogs it's absolute chaos 🥲

their daughters do something scout-adjacent when they're young and you bet your ass aemond targaryen is walking around his office/lab with those cookie sheets making his co-workers buy stuff so they get their badges 😭 so does luke but at least he tries to be charming about it

[bentleyhacker]

A family of geese has taken up residence in the courtyard of my workplace. Sometimes they are hanging out by the front door when I leave at the end of the day. I am worried they are going to hiss at the wrong person some day and the facilities office will promptly kill them