#far back burner

[entomolog-t]

Ridiculously specific G/t scenario I'm STARVING for-

Character A is having crush troubles. Maybe Charcter B doesnt know they exist, maybe they embarrassed theselves in front of them, or better yet, maybe Character B is scared of Character A (or vice versa). As they vent to their friend (Character C), their friend tries to cheer them up, taking them to a pawn shop/thrift store etc... to look for something cool/distract them, you name it. While inside Character A gets transfixed with a stunning crystal ball. The way the light hits looking almost like-

They blink.

They.. they could have sworn they saw something in it... just for a second. They dismiss the thought, but purchase it anyways.

They go about the rest of their day, but the strangeness sticks in their mind. Finally, the moment they're alone they pull out the ball, staring into it intently.

Nothing.

They're about to dismiss the incident entirely as a trick of the light when movement catches their eye.

Soft light trapped within the ball shimmers in a way that defys the way light should travel. At first it's just strange prismic twinkling, and they move closer, squinting.

It looks like it should.. be something.

As they stare the image takes on more shape-more form....

They suck in their breath.

It's... B

They stare, transfixed, watching from some unknowable vantage point as B goes about some monotonous task.

A is in awe. B is... beautiful. They're expression so calm, so at ease.... so-

B turns, and for a moment A swears their eyes lock.

A jumps back, the eye contact catching them off guard.

Their knee hits the table, knocking the ball off.

It shatters.

A swears- they come across some incredible item beyond their compression and they break it??? They grit their teeth in frustration, and-

A gasp.

Only, it's not their own.

A catches movement out of the corner of their eye, and this time, the gasp they hear is entirely their own.

B stands there, amidst the shattered glass, a perfect image of what they'd seen in the ball.

Too perfect.

There B stood, as if they'd plucked the tiny image of them direct from the crystal... as if they'd been inside the ball when it shattered...

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I LOVE THIS PREMISE SO MUCH AND HO BOY THERE ARE SO MANY IDEAS I HAVE WITH THIS??

Gosh I love weird magic

[tvbles]

P3WM | Shining World

[identityquest]

been a while. have some milk

[pkmoth]

having swap au thoughts. *slaps roof of claus* there's so much mental illness in this guy. im gonna blow up everyone in the room and then myself

[benevolenterrancy]

I lied about posting art next, my bad. Someone on AO3 was asking me about how I plotted out my MASH/Torchwood crossover, so I said I'd drop a look at my planning doc, for anyone that wants to see what it looks like when I'm going full wall-of-red-string about a fic

I'm very visual, so I used colour-coded tables to help me keep track of things. I basically wanted to ensure I knew the BIG MAIN GOAL for both MASH and Torchwood, followed by the B and C plots that were happening at the same time. Once I knew what was the Main End Goal for everything, I then broke the plotlines down into the plot points that needed to happen to arrive at the End Goals without it feeling random. Then I just assembled those plot points together to ensure that pacing made sense and felt good. Obviously things changed a lot from a planning document and the ultimate end, but that's the gist of it.

[koroart]

Don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about these old men ✨ ( WIP )

[lrdvyke]

Vyke, his Maiden, and Shabriri / a relationship study. ❛ Did he make his choice for his maiden, or did some other force lure him with suggestion? ❜

Shabriri came to the Maiden first, but not by design. Vyke caught his eyeless gaze with the win of the first Great Rune, putting him above the other Tarnished that came and went through the Lands Between. Vyke held a certain promise well on his way to earn him a place upon the throne itself, but one that Shabriri desired to break and mold into a vessel to carry the flame of the Lord of Chaos. One that will finally put them all onto the right path, given to them by the Three Fingers. Yet, there was a problem: getting to Vyke proved difficult with the Ancient Dragons supporting his growth. There was no viable way to push the Tarnished Champion down enough to start chipping away at the cracks wrought by simply being in the Lands Between.

No way, that is, until the second Great Rune was won. No way until Vyke and his Maiden entered onto the capital streets, saw the thorns covering the door and the passage barred. Unprepared, unknowing, despite doing all that was meant to be done, the path into the Erdtree has become impassable. No flame hot enough that could burn the roots from the passage. No incantation worthy enough that could break the seal holding it all together. Hope, once a vibrant thing, now shriveling fast before them. Long were their discussions about what it is they needed to do, long did they search for an answer that brought them to the same question that they started with: with two Great Runes in hand, what more needed to be done?

The answer came eventually, in a dawning horror of realization that fast brings about the necessity of sacrifice. There is little to say how it came to be known; be it through the information given and guessed upon as they looked out towards the Mountaintops, to the Forge of the Giants where the Flame of Ruin is contained, or by a whispering agitator that knew more than they led on. But one thing was certain: the Maiden's mind began to shift, to reflect upon her own station and find something amiss. Vyke was blind to this subtle change growing right beside him.

In the Maiden's budding grief and sense of dread for what the future may hold for her, she became a beacon for the caller of the Frenzy: Shabriri. In the guise of another, he was the shoulder for her to lean upon, to speak of her fears that he fed greedily enough with calmer words. He knew of the flame that which could burn the tree and the world surrounding, it is the very one that which the god of Chaos yearned for in the centuries since it was called down into the Lands Between, wanting nothing more than to incinerate all until there is nothing left. To start anew, to begin again.

Shabriri would show her the way, of survival, to convince her Tarnished that it is not right for such a terrible sacrifice to stain his ascension and she accepted readily enough. In the form of a slow knife to the heart, the cover of her mouth as he stared into her eyes, the dulling of her gaze of gold, and the promise of a life evermore, the Finger Maiden of the Tarnished Champion fled from the Lands Between. The first lie told, fire would soon lick her bones as it nestled inside of her. Shabriri took her body for his own and finally found his way to Vyke's ear.

❛ ( You are about to sacrifice something precious. ) Am I not precious to you? ( The life of a fair maiden, ) The life of the Maiden who has done nothing but serve you. ( that you would toss into the fiery forge. Only so that you may be Lord. ) You would toss me into the fiery forge so that you may be Lord, is that it? ( What a horrible thing to ponder. ) What a horrid thing to even conceive. ( Your ascendancy requires her sacrifice, whether she wishes it or not. ) Your ascendancy requires more sacrifice from me than from your own self. ( But how would the Lord, crowned so, be looked upon? ) How would you be looked upon, crowned so in my blood? Is it something you would be proud of? ❜

No, Vyke would say. No, Vyke would repeat. A deep-seeded grief began to seep through the cracks that formed within his time in the Lands Between. Long would he stare at the forge within the misted distance, the voice of his Maiden whispering in his ear that she does not deserve this fate. That to make the sacrifice, to take what he wants righteously, he needed to be the one to throw himself in. He needed to take that which would protect him, deep below the Erdtree, and make a pact with the Three Fingers and inherit the Flame of Frenzy itself. Become a better Lord. Become that which would never falter. Incinerate all that which divides and distinguishes ... is that not what he wanted after all? Yes, Vyke would say. Yes, Vyke would repeat. This would be the true path. None other.

Thus Vyke descended, goaded by the voice of his Maiden down further and further into the depths. Past the church, past the emaciated bodies littering the floor, past even the pile of those just like him who made his landing from the high beams unsteady—he pushed opened the door, and saw the Three Fingers rake across the stone ground trailing with sickly yellow flame. Second thoughts made him turn, to the closing of the door as the fingers took hold of him and melted steel and flesh both until he saw nothing, heard nothing, and felt nothing but that curling fire.

Once he was able to pick himself back up, to drag himself from the depths and out of the capital, his mind scrambled for purchase on a singular thought of getting back to his Maiden. To tell her she is safe, that they may go on to the Mountaintops together. But he returned with her blood upon his shaking hands and her lifeless form sitting so plainly upon a chair. The flames engulfed him for a second time, as his cries were echoed within the village.

Shabriri came back to him eventually, as a whisper inside his head. To begin pushing him away from the village, back towards the forge so that none could be sacrificed in vain. But word already spread of Vyke's crimes. He was hunted, he was brought low, and before he could get to the giant's flame, he was thrown into the Evergaol never to be seen again.

[sea-dwelling-wizard]

the urge to be creatively free but EXAMS and COMPETITIONS and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[kopivie]

and don't think i ever forgot about that mafia au with masked!kazuha btw. bc i didn't.

[alicedrawslesmis]

hmmm I would love to write a space fantasy version of les mis, too bad there's already a big one out there that's got this exact premise

[jayykesley]

Wanted to share this baby blanket (+ bonus baby beanie) I FINALLY completed after several months.

[anavar-immela]

so I went to sleep last night fully intending to spend today working on the story I'd been working on. my brain had other ideas, and I woke up from a dream that I absolutely had to turn into a new story.

like, thanks brain, I guess? but I really do not need more new story ideas. I have. so many.

[dontcallmeeds]

No y’all don’t understand, I can’t get these little fucks out of my head. I’ll be watching a completely different show to try to wash them from my brain and I’ll go “what if Steve and Eddie were—“. BITCH THEY AREN’T IN THE SHOW NO!!! So I’ll try to listen to music and my brain is like “what if you saw a music video of them in your brain??”

THEY ARE HARASSING ME AT THIS POINT!!

[sphynxrpmemes]

I have heard some nasty things only by second hand, I've not delved too far into the drama nor do I care to, but I just needed to pop in and be sure to tell all of you lovelies you're perfectly valid for exploring all aspects of your muses, including their sexuality. The lovely thing about Tumblr is now not only is there a blacklist feature, you can now be sure to mark any spicy times writing as 18+, offering a double layer of the option to opt out if someone is sex repulsed.

Sex repulsion, however, is never justification for callouts and harassment of those who partake. Filter, unfollow, block, and maybe have some introspection on why you allow your sex repulsion to turn into sex negativity and purity policing. Much of the sex negativity in society stems from very alt-right, heteronormative conservatism. Maybe check that at the door, rather than drag such harmful mentalities into a predominantly queer space.

Let's also remember that choosing to write a character as an adult is not "aging up for smut". All canon characters were at one point in time a child whether or not it is covered in canon material, and adult muses interacting will never be something other than just that- adults interacting with each other. To imply there is a malevolent reason for choosing a different point in that muse's timeline to write within is silly.

To anyone affected by negativity from this, remember no one who knows better cares if you write smut, and if there are those within your circle that do, please do right by yourself and remove them from your space with a block. You should not be stressing over pleasing one or two sex negative people on your dash. Go forth and write all the spicy times, lovelies, and be sure to indulge in some self care while you're at it!

-Xo 💜💜💜

[sojourner-between-worlds]

Currently contemplating my AR/H50 crossover series again, and the absolutely monstrous The War We Made multi-chap that I stalled out on planning but have been planning for, like, two years now. The problem being that rather than the Slice of Life I've written so far for this series, it actually has a plot involving a crime, and that has proved trickier than I first supposed, but I also love the premise far too much to just toss it completely. Hence, stalled out.

I'm not working on it, but the worms have invaded again. In all fairness, however, I am also contemplating a Lockwood & Co fic, and my 5Ds fic that I have seemingly abandoned for the last three months, so... it's in good company, I guess XD

[noodleblade]

pacific rim au👀👀👀??

😳

Um. Yes ;__;

It’s incredible self-indulgent and like probably something I would never write-write but my google doc for it is like…5 pages of notes. I have a lot of THOUGHT.

I’m having thoughts again now that the simpatico pacific rim posts are going around….