#i am indeed writing a fanfic

[strayconstellation]

don't you look good in red?

song inspo linked to pic

[bloumiiss]

“The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upward to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood.”

“But they cradled me, yes?”

I got really into the theory of the apple (from that one image from the beast yeast chapter 7/8 leaks) being the fruit of knowledge. And I thought, what if Pure Vanilla takes a bite out of it? (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

So here’s an artwork where Pure Vanilla is slowly going insane after taking a bite, and all Shadow Milk can do is hold him as he succumbs to the same insanity that claimed him so long ago. Fun stuff, am I right? ((o(^∇^)o))

[mojo-bro-tho]

In the deepest part of night, voices always run high. A Warden’s mind is never fully clear, never fully still. Always tattering seams at the edges of the brain or gnawing maws scrapping around the interior of their skulls. And it’s never consistent either.

At first it’s debilitating and insomnia inducing. The fear of sleeping becomes commonplace. Many younger Wardens try to keep themselves awake for as long as possible just to avoid it. That only gets worse the younger the Warden is.

Then, as time marches on, they get used to it. Some claim they can block it out entirely but what they really mean to say is that they smother their own dreams. Buried beneath heaps of grey matter and exhaustion. That’s as good as it gets.

And finally, they get older. Their own blood a slow moving poison that muddies the senses. Sleep is… easier. But that only unlocks a new fear. It’s nice to sleep again. It’s not the Calling, not yet, but it’s closer now. They’re afraid to go to sleep because it feels good again and when they wake up they’re even more afraid because they wished they hadn’t woken up.

Warden Thorne can fight it most times for whatever constitutes as night in the Fade. They don’t tell Davrin, because if they told Davrin then well, he’d know what it means. Rook doesn’t want that. They don’t want to see that look of knowing in someone’s eyes and have themselves become a reminder of what’s on the horizon.

So Rook will seek a different comfort. Knocking softly on the wooden door and mere moments later being greeted to the smell of a fire, fresh aftershave, and leather. Emmrich peers down at them, confused but not unwelcoming. Rook was not normally up so early, he thought to himself. In truth, no one was besides himself.

They looked tired. Still dressed in their night clothes that perhaps reveals a tad more skin than what he was expecting from them. Of course, he wouldn’t say anything as it’s improper to make those sorts of comments. Not like he’s against the sight either, you’d have to be a fool to not enjoy the sight of them like this.

“Bad dreams, my dear?” He asked, voice slightly lower than he usually kept it on account of not having used it much yet that day.

“Something like that.” Rook didn’t like to lie.

“I was just about to retrieve Manfred and have him make my morning tea. Would you care to join me?”

It was a polite request. Emmrich would never turn down the opportunity to spend more time with Rook, least of all when they looked so softened by the early morning. They smiled in a way that nestled against Emmrich’s heart. Only to then see a glimmer of something else to twist it.

“Maybe after.” Rook’s whispered. The question of ‘after what?’ only lasted for a few seconds.

Rook’s lips found Emmrich’s, entirely devoid of any barriers of modesty. It was a fervent, hungry clash that despite it taking him by surprise he was able to swiftly match it in intensity. No one was around for him to worry about keeping up appearances. So Emmrich swept them inside by the small of Rook’s waist.

The heat of their body seared into Emmrich’s hand even through the night clothes. And he clung to it as though to seep the life out of Rook. Warm, alive, vibrant, if only he could siphon it to meet them half way.

Little did he know that Rook felt something quite similar boiling under the surface. That need for a comma rather than a period, or an ellipses, more likely an exclamation point that always came at the end. They wanted what Emmrich had. Continuation. If only they could bottle up Emmrich’s experience and cram it directly into their singing bloodstream.

Both starved for touch and a lapse in reality that could be temporarily soothed by the screech of a desk being misused. Scars didn’t bother Emmrich and a few wrinkles were never unwelcomed by Rook. There was still enough life in both of them to enjoy this carnal craving.

The tattered seams became the shift and strain of clothing being wrenched away. A gnawing maw replaced lips stuck between teeth, pressed into the neck. Voices melted into hums of approval. Grunts and moans and commands that could make them forget and force them to listen.

Now that was a calling that Warden Rook could get behind.

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience - (Extended) Chapter 1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62607748/chapters/160494643

Celebrimbor successfully flees Eregion, and lands himself in the middle of the uruk preparing their siege. Thankfully, his mention of Sauron gets him an audience with their leader. Adar, the moriondo, is nothing like Celebrimbor expected. The other makes Celebrimbor an unexpected offer – and the elf, in his desperation to save his people, accepts.

Hi everyone! I just updated "Of Convenience" on AO3 and am very happy to announce that I did indeed finish an extended version of chapter 1, so even people who have read the fic here on tumblr will have the chance to read something new should they check it out! Hope you like it, and - enjoy!

[rainestormscloud]

The ninjago creator liking Wild kratts? Such a suprise

[thou-babbling-brook]

assassin’s creed fans are wild because I just read a fic yesterday that had an accompanying BIBLIOGRAPHY in proper MLA format. nobody works harder than y’all fr fr.

[bi-loy]

Writing Masterpost 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Just wanted to put my writing here for easy access

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1. Call It Fate, Call It Karma – [Horizon, Aloy/Erend, 2k] Erend's thoughts while marching down to the zeniths

2. Where Steel Bends, (And Fire Burns) – [Horizon, Aloy/Erend, 8k] ⭐️ Filling in the six months between hzd and hfw

3. Allow – [Horizon, Aloy/Erend, 9k, E] ⭐️ One shot pwp

4. Venus As A Boy – [Horizon, Aloy/Erend, 12k, E] Sex incense fic

5. ARTEMIS Log - Ursus Arctos – [Horizon, Aloy/Erend, 11k] After NEMESIS, Erend raises bear cubs for ARTEMIS. Aloy is there for the ride.

6. Amongst The Golden Sand– [Horizon, Aloy/Erend, 2k] Aloy gets called into Hidden Ember by Erend early in the morning. He sounds eager. Is he planning something?

7. Swept Under – [Horizon, Aloy/Erend, 2k, E] Aloy counts the times Erend has been tender

8. Paleberry-sweet - [Horizon, Aloy/Erend, 3k] There's something to kissing Aloy he cant get enough of

9. Catch The Spark And Hope To Burn - [Horizon, Aloy/Erend, 3k, E] Erend will gladly burn with her, then turn to ash

[thetomorrowshow]

cold, empty, lonely

have a short little fic about death and disconnection :)

cw: canonical character death, description of dead body

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He finds her body on the side of the hill, crumpled upon itself, red hair dulled against the cold, yellow grass.

Bdubs doesn't touch her, at first. He just watches, waits for some kind of movement.

In the weak light of the moon, the chill wind that blows almost makes it look like her chest is slowly rising and falling. Her hair flicks up a bit, blown like the grass around, and her clothes shift a little, and if Bdubs squints his eyes almost shut and stares at one spot long enough, he could swear that she was just sleeping.

They aren't actually breathing, though. And when he opens his eyes wide, lashes not blurring his vision, he can see again the red that shines against her grey shirt.

They had brought him her armor. It was cheap stuff, iron, held together by whatever leftover straps she'd been able to scrounge up after her good set of armor had been claimed as loot by the Red Army. They hadn't wanted the new set, and had brought it, bloodstained, as proof of their conquest.

Bdubs had pleaded with them for what felt like hours for the location of her body.

He needn't have. He could have looked out a back window and seen it, if he hadn't been so distracted with everything going on.

Their body lies just above the little river that feeds into the Crastle's moat. The river has begun to freeze at the edges, little broken-off sheets of ice forming from the rocky shore, frost touching the red-spattered stones and pebbles. And their body is just beyond that, where the stones and grey dirt turn to dying grass and bare shrubs as the slope climbs upward into a squat hill, alone in the darkness of the night.

He stands there, at a distance, watching their body for probably ten minutes.

Her body looks so lonely.

Cold. Empty.

Lonely.

Bdubs sighs (his breath puffs out in a mist before him—winter really is coming, isn't it?) before crossing the distance between them, crouching down beside the body.

Their flower crown—the one that Bdubs had collected the flowers for—has come apart, a crushed halo of daisies, partially obscured by their hair, a petal weaved in here and there.

Her hair is long, tangled, spilling out around her head like the rays from the sun, curling around her throat and caught under her body.

With a gentle touch, Bdubs brushes their hair away from their grey lips, where some strands have stuck.

Her cheeks are almost colorless, the few stubborn freckles faded. Their lashes are long, soft, forehead unwrinkled and face expressionless.

There's no twist of her mouth, no scrunch of their eyes, no desperation in their brows to denounce pain. There's nothing else, either, though—no peaceful relaxation, no joyful grin, no angry glower.

She's simply blank. It's as if she never lived, never felt.

Her face is cold. Empty. Lonely.

There's still sticky blood on her shirt, her chest slick with it, the ground stained. A lucky stab, straight to the heart. A cleaving of lifeless flesh, right through their chest, somehow missing the bone frame that once held the body together.

Bdubs pulls her shirt a little bit, rearranging it to cover the ugly, open wound. He's not quite sure why he does it. He'll just bury her, anyways.

But he does. He touches the shirt, stiff and sticky with blood, and tugs it over the wound. He pulls more of her hair away, where it's become plastered to her body with blood. He arranges her body so that it isn't half curled on its side, but fully on its back.

They look almost as they always did. Just missing everything that made her alive.

She wasn't supposed to die first. It was always supposed to be him, everyone knew it. Not her.

They probably worked so well together because of how reasonable she was. Bdubs doesn't like being reasonable, likes to kill first and ask questions later—or, if he feels like it, let them sell him a coffin first and ask questions later. She preferred to observe, keep track of enemies and allies, sneak around quietly behind the scenes and make chaos of her own kind.

Which is why Bdubs should have died first. He's so publicly provocative of the Reds, so eager to spill blood.

If anything, she was fairly peaceful. Not genuinely, but she always chose to take a step back from conflict and find a way to profit from it.

It was their Red blood that got to them, Bdubs thinks idly. They hadn't been Red for long enough to let the bloodlust acclimate, and had just gone on the hunt rather than let it simmer.

And now they're dead.

He needs to bury the body. Preferably now, when it's night yet and the battles haven't resumed.

He doesn't wait any longer.

He gets to work, picking up the shovel that he'd brought with him and stabbing it into the earth. Again. Again. Again.

The rough wood of the handle pokes into his palms, but he doesn't stop. The pain reminds him that he needs to keep going.

Every so often he pauses, wipes the sweat off his forehead, looks over at the body.

Then he keeps shoveling.

The world has lightened by the time he finishes, bathing the hill in grey. Bdubs shakes some clumps of dirt off his shovel, whacking it against the ground a couple of times.

Without further ado, he hops out of the shabby hole he's dug and tosses the shovel to the side. He gets on his knees, back creaking, and looks down at his hands.

He should wash them before he touches her, probably. Dirt is packed into every crease of his palm, his nails torn and muddy, grit between his fingers. A couple of splinters sticking out of his skin here and there.

Not that there's any point to washing them. Dirt goes to dirt and whatnot.

So, gently, Bdubs gathers up the body in his arms. He slowly turns, scooting a little on his knees, until he's facing the shallow grave.

Bdubs sets the body down, carefully, supporting the neck so their head doesn't loll. He moves their arms over their body, one limp hand placed over the other.

They wouldn't have liked this. They didn't like being touched.

He doesn't touch her any more, then.

Bdubs grasps the first handful of dirt, holds his closed fist over the grave. A couple of grains of dirt spill out, running down her shirt.

He holds it there, for longer than he should. Long enough that his arm grows weary. Long enough that somewhere, a bird starts chirping its wake-up call.

He needs to let go.

Probably, the worst part of all this is that he's doing it alone, he thinks absently. It's always been the two of them.

And there are others who could be here. Other friends. Other allies. Enemies, even. He shouldn't be alone in this. He shouldn't have to bury her alone.

It still looks like her.

He drops the dirt. It lands on her face, on her grey lips, on her bloodless cheeks.

Then he picks his shovel back up and gets to work, heaving load after load of dirt back into the grave.

And when Bdubs returns in the windy morning, the impromptu occupants that he'd left in the Crastle the previous night are all gone. It's just him, in a small castle that used to belong to two.

And Bdubs is cold.

Empty.

Lonely.

[innytoes]

MATCHMAKER MATCHMAKER MATCHMAKER!

(please 😁)

The Rayleb Willie Matchmaker AU (aka Foster Care AU 2: Electric Boogaloo) is basically premised around 'Caleb gets surprise custody of a nephew he never knew existed, and said nephew has decided his goal in life is to set Caleb up because how else can he be Willie's Gay Rolemodel?'

Your three new sentences:

“Are you suggesting I’m out of my depth, Marjorie?” She gave him a Look. Marjorie had been with him for over ten years, and annoyingly wasn’t even a little bit afraid of him.

[thisbluespirit]

For @pers-books for the fanfic kiss meme, for Harry/Ruth + #8 in secrecy.

***

Their kisses are secret, like everything else.  (We’re made of secrets, you and I.)

“Harry,” she says, before she leaves his office.  They’re standing together at the door. She lays a hand on his arm, and his head lifts; she sees the query in his eyes.   (Is it an emergency, a traitor in their midst, or is it this thing between them?)

Ruth shivers, dares to lean across, to kiss him, behind the door, in the blind spot where no one can see – maybe, if they’re quick enough – and pulls away before she departs, clutching files to her chest.  Her lips curve into an equally secret smile.

They meet on benches; they talk shop and pretend they're a couple.  He kisses her right out in the open, a lie and a truth entwined together; kisses her so hard Ruth can barely breathe.

They like it like this.  Too much.  It can’t end well. 

They’re casual acquaintances, running into each other on the street.  The grid is compromised.  What else can they do?

She gives him a memory stick by sleight of hand while they exchange quick, public how-are-yous, and then, when he starts to move on, she grasps his coat. She shoots him a wicked look, and leans in to kiss his cheek in farewell.  They brush against each other more they should as they pass on; she this way, he that.

It’s not normal.  It’s not safe.  Neither of them could do it any other way if you paid them.  Her heart dances.  Next time, it says.  Next time.

(We’re made of secrets, you and I.)

Send me a ship + kiss here!

[unclassedguy]

I've been holding out so much hope every Thursday man. When I started jjk it was for no particular reason, I was bored and at a bookstore in which they had the first volume. I picked it up just because and started reading, thought it was alright, and decided to take it home.

In the beginning I thought it was decent but I wasn't really sure if I wanted to commit to reading the whole series, much less purchasing all the physical volumes. It wasn't like other series I've read before that immediately held my interest and obsession from the first chapter. The most interesting thing for me at first were the chapters with Junpei and Mahito. Mahito was the first character in the series I considered my favorite. I decided to just try giving Jujutsu Kaisen a chance and kept reading.

Honestly....I can't exactly say when I started really getting into this series. I can't say when it became something that I was actually excited to read and talk about. Maybe it was hidden inventory, when my love of tragic relationships was blessed by whatever the hell Geto and Gojo had going on. Maybe it was shibuya when Yuji started to become so much more interesting to me then just a typical protagonist and Mahito was at an all time high in his antics. Maybe it was the culling games with Takaba who I really liked from the beginning or the atmosphere post-Shibuya where it felt like Yuji was in a world turned upside down. Maybe it was learning more about Kenjaku and realizing how much more creepy and sinister they were, from their technique to their manipulation of events to the birth of Yuji and creation of the death paintings. Maybe it was just how batshit insane the fandom became.

Regardless, even if it isn't what I would call my favorite manga or even media in general, Jujutsu Kaisen was and is still a very influential series to me. Even if I only really just started sharing what I think online as opposed to just lurking it's still something I've put time and money and lots of my interest into consuming and thinking about. I'm honestly sad as hell that it's ending even if that's to be expected and even if the anime is still ongoing. Every Thursday I've been wondering what Gege would decide to do with these characters I like and whether or not all these interesting things he created would be fully explored. I can't really blame Gege that much since serialization is very hard on creators and it's his first time making something as big as this....but it's still a little disappointing to know we only have five chapters left and so little of the things I wished we could've seen actually integrated in the story. Man.....no merger? Really? No Itadori family/Jin exposition or Heain era flashback? No Tengen and Kenjaku back in the day? NO HAKARI VS URAUME????

Well....whatever I guess. Even if things end and it's absolutely not what anyone wanted I suppose we still have our own thoughts to sit with. Fanworks exist for a reason. I don't know how long I'll stay in this fandom...but I definitely don't think I'll be leaving soon. I guess I look forward to seeing how it ends even if it absolutely obliterates me the way 261 did and obliterates the fandom the way 236 did.

It's been fun!

[stan-joe]

where I'm at rn 😐

[sugar-softies]

Dr. Halessie space dinosaur doctor from Abducted+: a weight gain text adventure my beloved...

[dastardlydandelion]

made a moodboard for the latest chapter of the abcs of neil hargrove's death. have decided from now on any chapter that surpasses 20k will get a moodboard bc they are fun, it might help me hone my focus and actually finish the damn series, and they make everything look fancier.

[lightfeltmemories]

dungeon meshi | delicious in dungeon; reactions to reader having a crush on them / having a crush on reader

dungeon meshi various x gender neutral reader

note: hey everyone, please be mindful that this is the very first time writing for these characters, i have watched every available episode but i am still reading the manga (though i do have a general idea about the setting and the characters backstories and personalities) so if any characters are ooc to you my apologies, don't be harsh im new here lol. sorry some of them are shorter than others i kind of ran out of ideas when it came to certain characters :p let me know in the comments or reblogs or more preferably in my ask box if you want me to do any other character.

characters: laois, falin, chilchuck, marcille, senshi, namari, shuro, izutsumi (i'm adding her here because feels weird leaving her out when i've added former members of the party, also this is purely sfw so nothing weird will be aimed towards her.)

trigger warnings: nothing out of the ordinary but just read the manga or watch the anime before reading this.

if you like this and my other fanfics, please be considerate to reblog my work, it not only helps reach a broader audience but it also motivates me to make more content like this!

laois touden

reader's crush: when laois finds out that you have a crush on him, his reaction is.. well, how do we put it this way? is he flattered? yes and no, he doesn't see himself as ugly but also doesn't look at himself as the most handsome guy in the world, but someone straight up having a crush on him is kind of new, he doesn't really care much for relationships at the very moment but has thought about settling down with someone he likes, will it be you?

laois' crush: when it comes to having a crush, he tries to be his normal self around you, but sometimes can't help but be a little nervous especially when the two of you are alone, sooner or later he comes to the conclusion of realizing the he indeed, likes you, but confessing is the hard part, he's never thought much about rejection, it is a normal part of life after all, but when it comes to you? it's an entirely different ball game.

falin touden

reader's crush: falin already has someone chasing after her; shuro, theres a 50/50 chance of her reaction to reader's crush being the same as shuro's, but could there be a different reaction this time?

falin's reaction: surprisingly less shy than her brother, when she comes to this conclusion she'll build up the right time to actually confess, not wanting to rush things, just watch out for shuro i guess.

chilchuck tims

reader's crush: chilchuck learning about reader's crush is a bit sad, though he's no stranger to romance as he not only had a wife but also three whole kids, he's not really good with emotions so he's kind of scared you'll leave him just like his wife did, so, if reader confesses, there's gonna be a high chance that you'll be rejected, just give it some time.

chilchuck's crush: this weird feeling in his chest whenever he see's you will confuse him at first.. there's no way he has a crush on you?? after his wife leaving him he didn't really have any interest in romance, he might as well just focus on his work at the moment, one of these days he'll bring up the courage to confess, just not right now.

marcille donato

reader's crush: she can't really decide on whether she'll return the feelings or not, definitely flattered is what i'll say.

marcille's crush: she's similar to falin, she'll build up a better relationship with you for the right time to confess, she tries to make it seem as if she's not into you but it's quite obvious to the other party members.

senshi of izganda

reader's crush: out of everyone, he'll definitely be the most flattered, someone having a crush on him wasn't something he put much thought into, not to mention romance kind of isn't his thing, nor does he think he have the time for a significant other.

senshi's crush: i don't think this is the very first time he's ever had feelings for someone, but it's definitely a special feeling, he's not nervous of confessing his feelings at all actually, and he's not that sensitive to rejection.

namari

reader's crush: namari wouldn't really know how to react, honestly, she's never given the idea of someone having a crush on her much thought, she won't care much about rejecting the reader, at least she's honest.

namari's crush: her crush will be a bit hard to spot but when it comes to you, there will be a notable soft spot, she treats you like everyone else and isn't afraid to scold you if you do something wrong.

shuro | toshiro nakamoto

reader's crush: in an au where he still has feelings for falin, he immediately rejects you, telling you boldly that his heart is for falin and falin alone, but lets go to an au where he either loses interest in her or doesn't like her at all; definitely flattered, someone liking him (back) isn't unheard of but it is... nice?

shuro's crush: just look at what he does with falin, he will propose to you at some point, of course when time goes by and he starts to fall for you harder and harder, until he just can't contain it anymore.

izutsumi

reader's crush: very, very strange, someone having a crush on her is.. almost unheard of, or she doesn't pay much attention, anywho, she doesn't know... how to react? she knows what to do if she doesn't return the feelings but... someone liking her is just weird lmao.

izutsumi's crush: she won't make it obvious.... or try to at least, she accepts affection from you much more than she does from the others and sticks by your side more.

[boopshoops]

KJNGDSKJGNSDKJGNSDKJ ITS FINALLY FINISHED!! ITS DONE!! AFTER 57 HOURS OF WORK!!!!

I am so so so so so happy with how this turned out. This is the official teaser comic for my fanfic, The Creation of a Villain, available to read on my AO3.

I have so much planned, and I'm gradually restoring a healthy relationship with my writing, and I'm very excited to share it.

For those who are interested, I've got a few more teasers on what I have planned in store. (Marked with * if it contains mild spoilers for TCOAV)

-Adding onto the established magic system.

-Adding onto established classes/lessons.

-*MC happens to be just as horrible of a person as most of the students here, resulting in some gradual changes to the canon that become more and more noticeable as time passes.

-It's an aged up AU where NRC is an actual college, so characters get mild additions to backstories (as well as some height changes).

-*Lots of possible headcanons for Royal Sword Academy, including a B/side plot with another MC that is a student there.

-Inclusion of canon events, as well as some I create on my own.

-I love exploring character development, so there's gonna be more of that :>

-*She does, indeed, get attached.

-A lot more!!!

Thank you so so so so so so SO much for reading. It means a lot to me. If you have the time, I would REALLY appreciate a reblog given this took so much time to make. If not, that's alright too. I appreciate y'all either way <3

Expect more of this Yuu in the future! An official introduction post for her is planned and will soon be in the works.