#drabble or ramble who knows

[aesthetictarlos]

Sometimes Tommy has trouble falling asleep because his thoughts are too loud and he can't silence them.

The first time it happens when Evan stays the night, he tries to act like nothing's bothering him. Except that Evan is right there and can sense how tense and restless he is, so when he asks... Tommy tells him the truth. Evan, kind, sweet Evan, asks how he can help and Tommy doesn't really know because he never had anyone who would want to help but he likes Evan's voice so he asks him to just... talk. Evan does as he's been told and starts telling him random facts, his voice soothing and steady and so calm that Tommy eventually falls asleep.

It becomes a habit. Every time Tommy has trouble falling asleep, Evan holds him and talks to him. It's not always only random facts, sometimes he tells him about his past travels, and sometimes he talks about the latest documentary or tv shows he watched.

The first time Tommy finds himself restless and squirmy in his bed, at 3am, after the break up, he tries to close his eyes and imagine Evan's voice. He still remembers it perfectly, but it's not the same. He plays all the voice messages Evan has sent him, but it doesn't work. He's desperate, he had a tiring shift and he needs to sleep but he can't, they had a rough call and he's feeling scraped raw so he grabs his phone and stares at Evan's name and eventually presses the call button, holding his breath as he waits. When Evan's worried voice comes into his ear, he exhales a shuddered breath and nearly cries, telling him that he's sorry and that he knows he shouldn't be calling but he just needs to hear a random fact or two, because he can't sleep and he needs to and he misses him, his voice, his fingers in his hair.

Evan starts talking, no questions asked, voice soothing and calm as always, and Tommy starts to drift off, lulled by Evan's words.

[deviouz]

Just bc your fat dont mean you gotta say the characters are gonna like that... Satoru def wont like fat bitches, hed prob be into models😂yall are so delulu

not only are you horrendous with your grammar and punctuation, but you also lack intelligence! for the love of god, pick a struggle. it’s just kind of sad at this point, nonnie ): go touch some grass and stop trying to police other people’s personal headcanons on fictional characters.

as far as i am concerned, every character i write for is into “fat bitches” because i said so!

some of you jjk “fans” are genuinely so embarrassing.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

… bro.. that is the most well characterized and most beautiful Knuckles fic I have ever read, oh, my god….. bro

Bro???? Bro???? Fr???? |;A;/ OUGH THANK YOU? I’M GLAD YOU THINK SO

[fishyvamp]

This would happen way way further down the line in the fae!AU timeline. Just thinking about Fae!Huntress somehow she and Little Cub get a kit of their own just this small little thing that somehow looks exactly like the perfect mix of you and her. the rabbit Fae picking the child up by the scruff to show the other Faeries she's close to:

Fae!Trapper couldn't give a shit (a lie), kids are a hassle, and he's like 70-80% sure he'd be a shit dad. Most fae are anyways, but his father in life wasn't great either. No guarantees that wouldn't bleed through. Though his husband does look kid of cute holding the small kit. Nope, kids are a hassle the kit you and Fae!Huntress made isn't going to change his mind.

Fae!Hillbilly gushing over the little kit talking about wanting pups of his own to complete his family. Bug just shooting Little cub an annoyed look mouthing "god no". They're only just now adjusting to the fact that the dog they adopted a year ago is actually a fully grown man.

Fae!Wraith wondering if kids would be smart for him and Jinx. Knowing their luck they'd end up either with no kids or triplets if they tried. The sleepless nights, the endless tantrums, and there is still the lingering question of wether or not that luck is hereditary. Does he really want to risk being around that many black holes of luck? Nope not ready yet, but the kid is cute and he's happy to see Huntress so proud of the baby girl she's somehow made.

Fae!Executioner for just a moment pictures rat with a pup and promptly shoves that thought as far out of his mind knowing that whatever would come out of the unholy union of him and Rat would be a menace not just to him, but to the community as a whole. He's content to see Rat cooing at the child talking about the mischief they want to get up to with the kit once she can walk.

Fae!Ghostface sees all the fuss, he isn't allowed around the kit because huntress still wants him dead, but he fantasizes about giving sprig another little sapling all the same. His body all warm and fuzzy just imagining making Oak a big brother. Ghostface mentally wondering if he should get all of him involved keep sprig nice and filled. Yeah, that sounds like the perfect Idea for the Fae of many faces. Somewhere sprig is filled with a sense of dread already feeling his body aching knowing someone is having nasty thoughts they shouldn't be thinking.

[nina-ya]

I FINISHED LAW SMUT

[eebie]

i cant keep it hidden any longer

[mochabonesblog]

Imagine being bills mum for a sec. this weird old white dude (sorry I love you!) follows her around for about 6 months taking photos of her and refusing to say why but insisting it's very, very important and photos can endure, can be windows into past lives, memories for other people, and sometimes you when you're feeling a bit foggy.

then he tells you not to think about that too much because it's making you all frowny and existential which is not a bad way to be, thinking is always a good idea but you need a bit of joy and contentment in your memories don't you? you don't want people to think you're always unhappy because believe him, he has that problem all the time- people thinking hes always a miserable sod- its the eyebrows, he says, they seem to be always angry about something but in 4 billion years they've never let him know what they're angry about, which is ridiculous isn't it? they're HIS eyebrows he should be able to dictate their level of anger but sometimes you get faces like that don't you? oh he supposes you don't but you don't have to worry about that, you have kind eyebrows, so you don't want them to worry by making them frown all the time, what? oh yes sorry you can stop smiling now the camera ran out of film. What? five minutes ago why?

Oh you DO have angry eyebrows.

[hallowed-nebulae]

Writing Accountability

I've seen a couple other people doing this so, wanted to get in on it I guess? Ahaha. . . I want to use this blog more for writing and art again, so, if i have to make it a semi-writeblr, then so be it I guess!

Anyways -- word count is 2,306/300 so far for today

Working on a prequel chapter that was supposed to be short but then. uh. nope. (and i still have the entire other half to write, too. . .)

(The WIP in question is for my Red Scales verse, a RWBY au where Ruby Rose, and her mother, are Wyrms! loosely inspired by the prince lindworm tale. loosely.) A snippet of it is below the cut!

This woman and her husband had tried for many years to have children, but they had never managed. And the woman sought out a doctor, and the woman learned that she was barren, and could never have children of her own blood. And the woman thanked the doctor, and went back to her home and her husband. And the woman tried to be happy, but in the back of her mind, she still wanted for a child. One day, while the woman was wandering, she meets a Witch. And we know that the Witch was a witch, for her skin was as pale as snow, and her hair was as pale as undyed silk, and her eyes were red as blood dropped onto coals, and she was youthful in a way that normal women are not. And the Witch saw the sadness in the woman's eyes, and stopped her. "Wherefore art thou saddened, maiden?" Asked the Witch, for she was an old witch, despite her unnatural youth, and she still spoke in the way of many many years ago. "I am saddened," said the woman, "because I wish to have children, but am barren." The Witch saw the truth in the woman's words, and though she was old, and her heart had grown bitter, the Witch sympathized with the woman. "I, too, had wanted children." The Witch said. "I shall aid thou in thy plight." "On this riverbank, there growest a rosebush." The Witch said. "When the roses bloom, there shall be blooms of red and of silver. If thou dost want a girl, thou must consume a silver flower. If thou dost want a boy, thou must consume a red flower. But never," warned the Witch, "consume more than one flower, for the flowers are of magic, and thy body is suited not for holding such magic." "How can I believe you?" Asked the woman, though secretly, her heart swelled with hope. "Magic is not real." For though the Witch looked like a witch, the woman was still doubtful. At this, the Witch raised her hands and brought forth a small storm in her palms. "I am a Witch, and I am of magic." She said. "Doubt me not, dear maiden, and do as I have said, and thy troubles shall be eased." And so, trusting the Witch, the woman parted ways. And on the next day, the woman went down to the riverbank, and found the rosebush. The buds had not yet bloomed, and so the woman went each day, to check whether they had. And after many days, the woman arrived at the bush to see a most wondrous sight, for all of the roses had bloomed. And just as the Witch had said, there were silver and red roses on the bush.

[secret-third-thing]

the long fic ideas aren't budging tonight. any drabble requests? i'm capping myself at 500 words. 1000 if I can't help myself.

uhhhhhh i guess no content limits until i discover something. also ngl i know yall like smut but it will take 3x as long for me to write those. not saying you can't submit those, but the turn around is gonna be evil

[likesunsetorange]

When he finally knocks how she wears certain sets with the intention of getting him to notice just for her to get embarrassed when he starts playing along and doesn’t try to hide his looking 🤭

THESE PAJAMAS!!!!!!!!!!!! why are these in particular such a pivotal thing in this au like???

but anyways fuck it drabble rahhh 🦅🦅🦅🦅 is this my drabble emoji bat signal lmao??? anyways whatever here we go!! ended up being a lil diff but i think it kinda fits the realm of what you said hehe bc i def agree he’d eventually just stop trying to hide his staring all together he’s just so brazen w it lol

ALSO HBD EREN 🥳🥳🥳

(also if u ever notice it takes me comically long to reply to your ask even tho im answering others more than likely this is probably why haha)

Eren is enjoying this shift in their dynamic more than he likes to admit—more than he's proud to admit. Going from yelling at one another, hardly even getting along, to whatever he can say they do now, a mostly amicable and peaceful dynamic within their shared space, it's nice. But aside from that, he can't say he doesn't enjoy watching Mikasa, the Mikasa who was once a constant 66 inches of never ending rage and bitchy remarks, be absolutely flustered at the smallest things.

At first, he couldn't quite pinpoint that Mikasa of all people, could possess feelings of shyness. She could bitch him around with no issue—she'd spent months doing exactly that, teetering along the lines of verbal abuse. But now that they've made amends, establishing a friendship of the sorts, and things between them have shifted to say the least, Eren can't say that he doesn't enjoy watching Mikasa fret.

The first time he notices it, he thinks it's just because of her pride. After months of being aggressive towards him, of course she's a bit hesitant at being amicable. She moves around him hesitantly, almost like a cat, coming around randomly, sometimes more than others, but it's always with a level of hesitancy behind it. It's then he hears her stutter for the first time, her words lacking their usual confidence, as she shyly stalks around him while he makes dinner until she musters up the courage to ask to help him.

Eventually, as time goes on, Eren finds that he enjoys her company. For one, Mikasa is funny (to his great surprise) and someone he finds easy to talk to, the two of them having a lot more in common than he would have ever expected. They can spend hours talking about nonsense, ranging from the shows they watch to their favorite foods, the two of them having very passionate opinions on food. h

There's also the reason that it's Mikasa, and well, she's an objectively attractive girl, something he's known since the first day he met her. And even though he tries hard to keep those thoughts locked tightly away, he can't deny that sometimes they resurface, and he finds himself staring a little harder than he'd like to admit.

He would be foolish to deny her other worldly attractiveness, and sometimes he hates that he feels a little smug, a little bit too satisfied, the way he enjoys that he’s the only one who’s constantly around her. While he’s had enough insults thrown at it him to last a lifetime, and reached levels of anger he’d like to never reach again, he also gets glimpses of her at every hour of the day, which as much as he hates to admit, makes up for it somehow.

Pretty, pretty Mikasa, with her perfectly picked outfits, not a hair out of place, and at night who parades around in her silken pajamas, something Eren’s found himself growing fond of. Every night waiting for her to trail into the living room or kitchen, so he can get his one quick glimpse, the moment he allows himself to let his thoughts run rampant before he tucks them back away.

Through his observations, when he’s not just ogling her, he also notices the way, at times, she randomly shuts down, her face scrunching up, Mikasa sometimes running off to her room suddenly at the mention of certain things, if she suddenly feels embarrassed, or if Eren accidentally lets his touch linger for too long for reasons at the time Eren couldn't quite pinpoint.

Sometimes, he thinks she may have noticed his staring, in the way that she’ll get shy if she catches him looking too long, her face flushing red at the sudden contact. But Eren is almost certain though, that she pays attention, taking note of what exactly he's staring at.

Because one day, when Mikasa somehow convinced him to share shots of soju with her, leaving Eren more loose and lax than he ever liked to be, it was then that she takes his wavering glances into consideration.

There's an almost empty glass bottle of peach soju between them sitting on her coffee table, the two of them sitting on the floor in front of it in her living room. The TV is playing some random romcom Mikasa somehow convinced him to watch, but if Eren's being honest, he hasn't been paying attention since the second shot she made him take, too busy allowing his mind to venture elsewhere—Mikasa. He finds himself trying not to stare, but he's sure his eyes keep drifting back towards her, fitted in her black silken pajamas, hair pulled back with a pink velvet headband—she's cute, he thinks—his hand resting on his head shifting in her direction, almost like a gravitational pull.

"Eren," Mikasa says, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You okay?" She asks, stiffling a laugh. "You've been staring for a minute now."

"Oh," he says, trying not to show any signs of embarassment. "I was just thinking, I guess."

"Are you a lightweight?" She asks teasingly, taking note of how his eyelids look heavy and his face a bit flushed. "I think you're way too big to be a lightweight, Eren."

"'m not a lightweight, just tired," he says trying to make excuses.

She quirks her brow, clearly not believing his lie. "Well, either way, you're staring into space. Are you staring at the wall or something?"

And maybe it was because of his lack of a filter due to the alcohol; he simply shrugs, casually replying: "Oh, I was looking at your pajamas—you never wear black ones like that—thought they looked nice," too busy in his own head to notice the redness that flashes across Mikasa's face before she whipped her head in the other direction, resuming her attention to the movie.

It's after this that Eren notices the usual colorful and pastel pajamas are traded out for an array of darker ones. At first, it's subtle, almost to where he doesn't notice, but then it becomes more apparent, to the point where he's almost certain she's seeking out his glances, lingering around just a little longer, wearing the ones that are just a little tighter, just a little shorter.

And Eren certainly doesn’t mind, but he isn’t sure if it’s because the attraction he has for her is a mutual thing, or if Mikasa just enjoys his attention, but knowing her, he’s almost positive it’s probably the latter, Mikasa always one to enjoy riling him up, and apparently now, in other ways, sincethey’re amicable.

But if it’s attention that she wants, then Eren doesn’t mind giving it to her—especially since it doesn’t seem all that surprising given her bratty nature—so he does exactly that.

Eren goes about his normal day, Mikasa for once, opting to stay home, locking herself in her room, with claims of a headache, not wanting to be bothered. He takes out Caro, runs a few errands, and even goes for a run, knowing eventually she’ll stumble into him at some point, as she always does.

The day transitions into evening, still no signs of Mikasa, which surprises him given she normally comes out to at least make dinner, but even after 8:00, once Eren’s finished making dinner and even cleaning up, there’s still no sign of her.

He takes this as a sign to go check on her, even bothering to bring her a bowl of ziti, her—their—favorite, assuming she hasn’t eaten since he has yet to see her step out of her room all day.

Eren knocks on her door, waiting for a response. He can hear the shuffling of her feet behind the door, and he’s certain he even hears Caro bark at some point, realizing that’s where she disappeared to a while ago. Finally after a few minutes, the door swings open, the sight of Mikasa taught in a black satin robe, her hair messily tied into a bun on the top of her head, and her face, usually glowy, looks tired and almost a little as if she’s visibly in pain.

“Hey…” Eren starts, taking her in. Her satin robe leaves little to the imagination, Eren’s eyes trail down longer than he normally would’ve in such close proximity to her, but Mikasa’s clearly too distraught to notice. His mind ventures to the place of what exactly she has beneath it, before he remembers why he came to her room in the first place, snapping himself out of his thoughts. “Haven’t seen you all day, brought you dinner—figured you hadn’t eaten,” he continues, nodding towards the plate in his hand.

Mikasa opens the door wider, gesturing for him to come inside, “Sorry, I haven’t been feeling all that great,” she replies quietly. Eren takes note of her dark room, save for one tiny light in the opposite corner, Caro sits at the foot of her bed, her head perching up at the sight of Eren. Mikasa resumes her place on her bed, Eren placing her plate on her desk before leaning against the wall. “Thanks for the food, I haven’t even gotten the chance to leave my room today; my migraine’s barely started to let up just now,” she says motioning towards the bed. “Caro’s kept me company for the last few hours though,” she adds, a small smile on her face.

“I thought you just had a headache?” His brows furrow, a bit of guilt starting to fill within him, knowing he would’ve asked if she needed anything earlier had he know it was that bad.

“Headache, migraine—most people just think they’re the same anyways,” she shrugs. “I don’t get them often and they’re not that bad, just have to sleep it off usually.”

“Are you feeling better now at least?”

“I am, but I should probably eat, I haven’t eaten all day, so thank you,” she replies before getting up to grab the plate he made her, her face lights up when she notices he made ziti. “You made baked ziti,” she exclaims, before taking a bite, humming in delight.

“Mhmm,” he hums in agreeance, eyeing her. Pretty, pretty Mikasa, with her sweet expressions, her out of this world beauty, and her silly little pajamas that always drive him insane. He watches as she eats her meal, too busy enjoying to notice his staring at first until she catches his gaze.

“Is something wrong?” She asks. “You’re staring.”

Eren gives her one over before he shrugs, standing up to get up to leave. “Nothing’s wrong, just looking. But feel better, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Oh, okay. Well goodnight, thanks again for the food and stuff,” she replies meekly.

He walks towards the door opening it, turning back one more time before he leaves. “Oh and I like the robe, it’s cute. You should wear it more—especially like all the other black ones.”

Eren doesn’t have to turn to face her to know that her face is red, clearly knowing her little ruse is up.

[enough-spider-noir-stuff]

so what i've gathered is aroace spider noir. hell yeah

[mushroompollution]

real talk, this story arc could have been like 3 chapters shorter if Jack's memories just played straight instead of jumping back and forth and revisiting the same scenes 18 times

[mad-c1oud]

hmmmmmm guapotrio mmmmmmh

[animnightmare]

I want a romance with somone who sacrifices everything and I think at this point I'll have to settle for being that person myself.

[sleepytyrtle]

Ninjago fans, please see my vision!

After the Colossi crushes the Bounty, Lloyd is left to mourn his fallen brothers.

This song is him in that moment.

Hurt and grieving, curled up in the wreckage of the Bounty, he's so close to giving up. Harumi and his father won. His brothers are dead. He's powerless and unable to protect the people of Ninjago.

It's over.

Then he hears a little voice in the back of his mind. No, not just a voice. Voices. And they sound so much like his brothers.

"You may be lost, hope may feel gone, but don't give up."

"You got this Lloyd!"

"Yeah! A ninja never quits!"

"You can do it buddy! Do the next right thing."

Tears trail down his cheeks, grief tearing at his heart, but he feels a new conviction settle alongside it. Despite this, it is difficult to stand.

His limbs tremble and it takes everything in him not to fall back down. He can't bear thinking any further than this moment and trying to stand. If he thinks of his brothers, of the city, of his father, he knows he won't be able to move ahead.

It's not easy, but, somehow, Lloyd finds the strength to stand. "Do the next right thing." Lloyd says to himself as he takes a step forwards.

Wood creaks beneath his feet bringing with it unbidden memories that he has to forcefully shove aside. He can't. He can't think of it. Of them. He can't bear to think of anything other then moving right now.

"Do the next right thing."

He repeats this like a mantra as he leaves the wreckage of his family and heart behind. He walks, and walks, and walks, watching as the sun slowly begins to rise over Ninjago city, chasing the night away.

It hits him then that this is the beginning of a new day. A new beginning without his brothers and the rise of his father. Nothing will ever be the same again.

It nearly breaks him, nearly sends him back to his knees and that darkness that lurks just beneath the surface of his psyche. Then he hears his brothers voices again.

He takes a breath, tears still falling. The grief is as strong as ever, but he still has things to do. He has to find his sister and his mother. He has to find a way to defeat Harumi and his father. He doesn't know where to go or how to start, but, he'll choose to listen to those voices, his brothers, and do the next right thing.

[purpledisastertwin900]

Crazy how when you get to a certain age, you grow up.