#but i have Ideas

[dontlookforme00]

Daily affirmations:

You are enough

You are loved

You are forgiven

Your logic is the absolute

His pity parties simply harm these chances at an apt repute

You are beautiful

You're a simple, cycnical machine

Although, alternatively, if that's not your style;

You can do this!!

I believe in you

You are just a boy, you see

You're weak. And also vile

You're needed if we're to stay alive

You're half of a hollow mans lies

I have more!!

You are thankful

You are worthy

You answer to me

You're not nearly kind enough to leave these parasites inside you

You are YOU

You're enough!!

YOU MUST BE SO ARROGANT TO THINK THAT EITHER OF YOU CAN CONTROL THE SOUL SO WHOLLY--

[dumbass-hyperfixations]

Okay but what if, when Guillermo becomes a vampire, Nadja and Laszlo finally start noticing him a bit more and begin checking him out from afar like,

“Darling, have you noticed that Guillermo looks kind of….. hot now?”

“Indeed I have. Ridiculously hot, in fact.”

Which leads to them trying to get Guillermo to have sex with them, using progressively worse seduction methods. Which leads to Nandor getting progressively sadder because he thinks they are so amazing at seduction that Guillermo will certainly fall for their charms and he’ll lose his chance with him again.

Meanwhile, Guillermo is in the background giving deadpan looks to the camera and questioning his life decisions all over again.

[arttitude130]

i havent drawn them properly yet but its happening

[friedmagazinebouquet]

Making a slideshow because I am bored and have nothing else to do, what should I make it about?

[drowning-in-cabbages]

The urge to draw my muses as different Deco*27 song thumbnails

ideas below the cut cus long

Hawkmoth = Ghost Rule

Kai (all versions) as Hibana

Tsuriko as Vampire

Ovis as Rabbit Hole and/or DSCF

Kabukimono as Otome Dissection

Zeta as Reversible Campaign

Vanitas as Liar Dance and/or 118

[trivialcrow]

Look, I know the whole Batman run with Jason has been utter trash. From the unhinged fear toxin / lobotomy Bruce gave Jason in Gotham War to whatever goofy-ass Lazarus death nonsense is going on now. But! But can we just take a minute to appreciate the absolute Jason whump possibilities?

Just imagine that Bruce and Jason concoct this dumbass plan of Jason dying again, but no one tells Dick? And what if maybe the Lazarus resin is on the slow side to work? And remember how pissed Jason was at Dick for faking his death? I’m just saying - the story may be stupid, but the possibilities are great. Also, pit madness fallout? (I know put madness is not a canonical thing but it’s still fun to play with.)

[watcher-wilds]

Thinking about a cotl narilamb fic where before narinder is ressurected the lamb goes kinda crazy bc they're handling so much power all on their own and narinder lets it happen because they're such a good vessel and doing really well killing his siblings (#revengespree) and the weird shit they do in his cult doesn't matter because he'll just fix it when he's back in power again

And then they usurp him. And they don't spare him.

He finds himself stuck in this weird almost-purgatory; one moment away from freedom and it is ripped from his grasp. The mystic seller resurrects him and The Lamb lets him into their cult as a follower (hint: not well), and he sees firsthand how the lamb has been treating their followers while also grappling with his own feelings of betrayal

Eventually they both help each other recover from their trauma and heal what they've done to their village but I really just wanna write the Lamb going absolutely bonkers as a treat bc they deserve it

[bee-tone]

okay so, for the upcoming dipplinshipping hype week I have. many ideas. So!!

As I said, I have many ideas. So this is just to help me whittle them down and see what other people are looking for

[ipleadbritney]

user ipleadbritney writing a halloween-centric fic when it's not, or no longer, halloween. fork found in kitchen

[mhmmaybe]

I miss ur redacted balls 🥺

I've been cooking

[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

After that discussion, Steve notices that Robin touches him more. It’s great, more than great, his soul feels like it’s settling more in his body.

What isn’t great is it seems like Eddie’s figured out the same thing, and thinks it applies to him, too. While he’s not wrong, not in any sense of the word, Steve has enough to do just to not squirm when they’re near each other, let alone touching.

This is probably what Robin means when she rolls her eyes with a shit-eating grin and murmurs, “Gay panic?”

Too bad for her Steve knows her, so he just leans back and whispers, “Bi panic, and no.”

She snorts and responds, “Eddie panic, then,” and curse her, because he knows that she knows that he doesn’t have a response.

“Shut up,” he mutters, face turning red, and she cackles as she pats his shoulder.

“Coke, anyone?” She asks, standing, holding up both her hands when everyone starts yelling. “Whoa, whoa,” she said. “One person here. Two hands. Steve, Eddie, help.”

It’s not a request, like she knows they’ll drop everything to help her, and… they do. Eddie jumps up with his usual enthusiasm. Steve stands slower, glaring at Robin until she turns the look back on him.

“I hate you,” he mutters on the way to the kitchen, and she just laughs.

“Love you too, dingus.”

Eddie’s already got his head in the fridge by the time they get to the kitchen. “Steve, another beer?”

Steve hums. “Think I’ll do a Coke instead.”

“Of course, my liege,” he says, spinning around on one knee to offer the bottle to Steve. Steve holds in a snort.

“Thanks. You’re welcome to a beer if you want it.”

Eddie makes a face. “Probably shouldn’t, I’m gonna have to drive home after this. You got Sprite anywhere in this big fancy kitchen of yours?”

“If it’s not in that cabinet, you’re out of luck. You’re welcome to stay the night, if you do decide on the beer.” Robin gives him an appraising look, and he lifts his chin back at her. He’s not completely hopeless.

Eddie looks at him in a way he doesn’t exactly want to think about yet but will definitely think about later. Like tonight. “I might,” he says softly, devoid of his usual chaotic energy.

Steve inclines his head. “Just let me know. Or I could drive you home.“

Eddie narrows his eyes. Steve’s brain chooses this moment to realize Robin is no longer in the kitchen, that they’re alone, that Eddie is closer than he has any right to be, that Steve isn’t backing away. That Steve doesn’t want to back away. “You, Steve Harrington, are something else.”

Steve’s brain chooses to take that as a compliment and make him blush. He doesn’t say anything, breaks eye contact but doesn’t back away. Finally, his brain thinks of something. “There are many different kinds of armor.”

Eddie stills for a moment, stares at Steve, then nods. “It’s usually the loneliest thing of all, huh?”

Steve huffs a dry laugh in agreement, watching as Eddie moves away, back to the fridge to grab a bottle. “Think I will have that beer after all, if the couch offer is still open.”

“No,” Steve says without thinking, only realizing how it sounds when Eddie starts to shut down. “No, wait, sorry, I meant not the couch, I wouldn’t make you sleep there, I have…” he waves a hand around, “spare rooms. Beds.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, opening up again. Steve’s brain chooses to compare him to a flower, which, could his brain be any gayer in this moment?

“Oi, Thing One and Thing Two,” Robin calls, and Steve realizes when Eddie starts and backs up that they were really close to each other. Steve looks away, glancing back briefly, before moving to grab a Coke for Dustin.

“Hold your horses,” Steve calls back, but the moment’s broken and he’s not brave enough to try to fix it.

Pt 3

[whentheresidentsareevil]

The desire to get back into writing just to write my odd bucktommy AUs that no one will read but me

[arsenal-irl]

The tik tok mutuals have spoken! I will now be writing a Soapghost Stardew Valley AU to cope w/ my feelings about MWIII

[rlltvm]

I'm working on a Hobie-centric short fic with a side of punkflower for the soul and also because they rot my brain

anyway here's a little previev