#dont forget about the fanfiction

[kitoblob]

I've struggled a lot in life but you'd be damned if you think I'll let Joanne outlive me

[elystelleven]

A Pretty Cool AU Concept I Have In Mind:

The Dark Flour War never happened, and the Ancients spend a hundred more years letting their kingdoms flourish and keeping Earthbread as prosperous as ever. Thanks to their efforts, they decide to establish some kind of alliance/union dedicated to improving an area of cookiekind they most excel in (e.g. Dark Cacao in combat and White Lily in knowledge) and are given the opportunity to visit each other and enlighten on whatever problems they have. You know, the typical ancient shenanigans but on a much grander scale!

Hoooowever, this doesn't entirely mean their world is free of conflict. On the other hand, the St. Pastry Order and dark magic practitioners (that cake monsters happen to be apart of) manage to set aside their differences and join together to form a bigger, more dangerous underground organization with the intention of changing cookiekind in a similar vain to Dark Enchantress's motives and the Order's original belief to "walk with the truth in mind", whatever that means. Their conflict with the Ancients will hold much more nuance since their beliefs clash with one another, not to mention the Order being too good of a group to just be... ignored by the canon for some reason... (devsisters if I catch your hands--)

Oh and of course, the Beasts will find a way to meddle with these antics and play a much bigger part in the story than we realize.

There's also gonna be lore elements from Witch's Castle too! The story of the Witch of Light and the "First" cookies are just too intriguing and I don't really see them being integrated in fan stories (from what I've seen, at least) so why not sprinkle them here as well?

[robotsafari]

i had a dream where something was off with riku’s shadow…

(this art is so sucks i made this when i was tired and less experienced which ended up making riku look so much skinnier than how i normally draw him post-kh2 can you stop engaging it with pretty pweeease)

[atlaskrr]

dont you hate it when you ship a rarepair and most of the content is ooc and/or horny cause nobody understands their actual dynamic. yeah me too.

[mangofresca]

halcyon | 18+

Romano feels like he’s dancing in his sleep, that shifting, swaying motion like waves across the beach and toes dragging through sand, like water and rhythm pulling his chest high, his shoulders low, stretching out his hips, his knees, his ankles. The soft cotton of his pillowcase scratches and tickles at his cheekbone when he turns his head into it, wisping itself against his clavicle, and he sighs against it, lets it swallow his breath the same way it swallows the heat of his body, an echo of warmed contentment and easy dreaming.

The mattress beneath him dips, and he almost pushes away the palm that slides across his stomach, his sternum, but it’s warm, too, and Romano always liked being warm, and he liked being warm beneath this hand even more. He leans into it, instead, keeps his eyes closed, and he makes a small noise that’s half deliberate and half desultory—because he does mean to acknowledge Spain, but he doesn’t mean to acknowledge him like a cat waking from a nap in lazy, dozy sunbeams, purring.

But that’s fine. That’s fine. He knows Romano sometimes sounds like that when he’s waking, and even not, just sometimes when he’s beneath the pads of Spain’s fingers, and Romano feels fine when the mattress dips again and Spain hovers over him, knees sweetly nudging his apart.

Romano keeps his eyes closed when lips skim his jaw, keeps himself ensconced in the soft sunlight that shines itself across his eyelids. It’s good like this, he thinks. It’s nice. He can hear himself breathe with an awareness he never really has when he’s around Spain, always too preoccupied with other things, irrelevant things—what he’s doing, what he’s not, what he could be doing to Spain, instead. He likes being conscious of it, of his body and his reactions, and he sighs again when that palm moves to his side, his rib cage and lower, fingers skimming over his thigh as they drag heated sheets down, away.

There’s a laugh twinkling in his ear, something bright and charmed, and his skin pricks with cognizance when he feels the breath of it, lips curving into a smile against his cheek. “Awake yet?”

Spain speaks his vowels in a whisper, his consonants always catching on the tip of his tongue, and Romano’s shoulder shifts back in a shiver, presses into the bed when soft breeze meets skin, humid and carrying the smell of midmorning sunrise.

He makes a noise again, some groaned mhm that rumbles itself up his chest and out his throat, that gets lost somewhere around his lips when the heat of Spain’s laughter leaves his cheek and instead drifts across his nipple—and the gasp that leaves him is a surprised one.

He feels stupid like this, naïve, foolish, as if he isn’t war- and weather-worn, born and raised in the echoing, thundered footsteps of the Roman Empire, older than the New World and older still, as if his own sand dunes aren’t his brothers, the rolling fields his sisters. But this is his life now: homes across his country and Spain’s, furnished with soft beds and yellow kitchens and flowing curtains that always let the light in, because neither of them ever really do well when away from the sun, too used to its bite to go without for longer than a day, two. He wakes, now, to sheets that settle across the curves of his body, to someone in his bed, wiggling his legs until they settle around tanned hips, to sea-chapped lips that hum the song of his name until he is something melodious, made of more than sinew and sand, of memory.

Spain whispers his name, a question carried softly through balmy air and that sounds so fucking in love Romano almost opens his eyes, almost gives into the needling whine of it—

But Spain always did his best work when given a task, and Romano knows Spain has no qualms about being set to work on Romano, no end to the things he would let Spain do to him, and though his mouth goes dry as Spain nips at his throat and presses a finger against him, he can only find the energy to laugh, just dry air, enough to breathe Spain in, too.

When Spain dips down and kisses him, Romano kicks the sheets up and over Spain’s back. They are still warm, and so is he.

[balancoire]

Title: Once More, With Feelings Fandom: Persona 5 Royal Characters: Ren Amamiya, Goro Akechi

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Amamiya.”

Ren was still standing next to the counter, somewhat shell-shocked by their argument and what Maruki told them, until the bell over the door jingled and Akechi was slipping out into the frigid night. 

The absoluteness of the sound brought him back to the present. 

Ren wasn’t going to see him again until tomorrow. 

Tomorrow. 

The end of this reality and Akechi’s second chance at life.

“Wait.”

Akechi actually stopped and looked back at him, seeming only mildly perturbed. 

“What now? We should be getting rest before the infiltration.”

The words that came out of Ren’s mouth surprised even him.

“Will you stay?”

Akechi stared at him like Ren had just asked him to climb on top of the Diet building and jump without a parachute. 

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[someonedefinitely]

i was re-reading my first fic (it's an unfinished long fic and I wanted to get an idea on wtf is going on to complete the thing), and holy shit do I want to delete the fic and myself from existence

like I wanna go up to every single person who has ever read this crap and genuinely apologize

[bogslob]

Ao3 ship stats is my version of spotify wrapped

[microwavestim]

what's the word for a best friend but like the kind that drains all your energy if you have to interact with them

[killerpancakeburger]

Any other writer mad about the fact that scenarios come to you under the form of images/videos in your mind so you have to transcribe them into words? Like visual artists don't have that problem. They can just... draw directly what's in their head.

[weirdlizard26]

hmmmm thinking abt where to post my gomens fic.

[pointyobjects]

Rules: Make a poll with the names of you WIPs, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote that the winner receives. Open for a week.

Addition: I'm gonna write one sentence for every vote, winner or not, because some of these babies are CAKED in dust.

[bmpmp3]

DRAW headshots of the vague character designs of the cast of the horror visual novel with a romance-based route structure u were going to make when u were like 17. DRAW them for your health

[vivitalks]

“Is someone dying?”

“No! It's nothing like that.”

“Okay, I just had to check!” Luke pauses. “Am I dying? Am I dead and this is the afterlife?”

“What about this situation—”

“Maybe it’s a test to get into heaven! Like I have to comfort my friend in order to prove— I don’t know, man! I’ve never…” Luke swallows. “I’ve never seen you cry before.”

The faint amusement on Alex’s face wilts away. He breathes out, shakes his head, and then inhales deeply. “I, uh…” He sits on the armrest of their ratty sofa. “I came out to my parents.”

“Oh, shit,” Luke whispers.

hi. julie and the phantoms fanfiction for you and yours.

[paigemathews]

@forlorn-kumquat replied to your post “Writing a Phoebe/Coop fic and like. Can I mention...”:

Did she like him, or did she just like what he represented in her life: safety, stability, normalcy? Cause I think Phoebe's time with Cole has her so messed up that she would have latched onto any reasonably normal guy who wasn't trying to kill her and her family

Okay, so the context (and sneak peak, I guess) is Phoebe and Coop are discussing how she wasn't willing to be with Coop until she finds out about the future. Phoebe brings up how everytime she pursued the love she wasn't "suppose to," aka Cole and Miles, it goes poorly and her family is hurt in the crossfire. It's not- Okay, well, it wasn't intended to be a very in-depth thing bc it's just a oneshot that's gotten out of control on me again, but I realized that parallel between Phoebe's relationships with Cole and Miles and am kinda liking the idea of third time the charm-ing it, tbh. (I also bring up Dex, bc like I said! This is getting out of control on me again!)

She doesn't really delve deep into that relationship, so it's kinda your mileage may vary on that but here's the lines about it:

" I thought that it was just because it was Cole. But then I fell for someone I wasn’t supposed to be with, Miles, and I thought that I could change his fate. I thought I was supposed to change his fate, and instead I hurt my family again."

Idk, did that make sense? Any input is greatly appreciated!!

[allylikethecat]

that George and Matty pic is AKTH and no one will be able to tell me it’s not canon. George has that on the fridge.

Hello dearest lovely anon I apologize once again for taking twelve thousand years to respond to this lovely ask. However, have no fear I went back into the archives to look at the picture I believe you are referencing, and it can be found HERE.

Hmmm in terms of AKTH Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George you're not wrong... however I did always imagine Fictional!George in being more of his bleach blonde buzz cut era 🤔 Not only is it on their fridge, much to Fictional!Matty's pretend embarrassment, he also finds that Fictional!George has it taping to the inside lid of his tack trunk 🥹

Thank you SO MUCH for not only reading my lil fics but taking the time to send me asks about them AND still caring about ATKH even months after it has been finished. I love that little fic so much, and still dream of her often 🥰 thank you so much for being the best!! I hope you have a lovely week!

❤️Ally