#i can picture it perfectly

[maroonevening]

Fact 1: The Bridgerton siblings are canonically stupid rich kids (affectionate) who are implied to be obscenely wealthy even compared to the rest of the nobility.

Fact 2: Colin Bridgerton is a himbo who is obsessed with travelling.

Therefore, I propose that Colin would've 100% gotten on the Titan submersible.

[incandescent-creativity]

6500 words that's amazing!! And to reach your goal with it too?? I am so hyped for you that is awesome

and the excerpt. Oh lord.

First of all STILL love your writing. I am drinking up every word with greedy eyeballs.

Second LOVE a slimy Quinn Cooper. Gives me heeby jeebies with how he just. so clearly drives recklessly just so he can show off to Nat how he has the police in his pocket (bribery? I assume?) so that Nat knows he can't ever run away from Quinn and go to authorities for help. It's a good move and I hate-love him for it.

ALSO "Cared for in a way Nat could only ever hope to be." made me want to cry omg. Dagger to the fucking heart.

nanowrimo day 26 update!

today's word count is 54,092!!!

we won, and it's the most productive day I've had all month! around 6,500 words!!

I launched full into rewrites today and I'm having a lot of fun :3

today's mood is uhhhhgh? and today's jam is "binary mind" by ra ra riot

long experpt today. celebratory nanowrimo excerpt. mmm lemgthy boy

today's excerpt is........ dracula jumpscare lol

“I think it’s best if I drive, don’t you?” Quinn asked once they were outside. “You still look positively exhausted.”

Against his better judgement, Nat nodded. He didn’t at all like the idea of being trapped in a car with a relative stranger—of having to trust they were taking him somewhere safe instead of some ambush or serial killer dungeon. But… there was no way Nat was safe to drive. He could barely see straight. And if push came to shove, Nat was a vampire while Quinn was only human. He could overpower them and take control of the vehicle, right?

At least it’ll be easier to keep an eye on them if I’m not driving.

Quinn climbed into the driver’s seat and Nat into the passenger’s.

“I just had this serviced,” Nat said meekly. “Please drive safely.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” Quinn said.

They threw the car into reverse and barrelled out of their parking spot, nearly taking out the fence by the bins. Tyres screeched. Nat jerked forward and slammed backward in his seat as the car moved and stopped. Then they were heading for the exit.

Jesus fucking Christ, Nat thought as they careened out onto the road, but he couldn’t find the energy to say it out loud.

Quinn did not drive safely. Out on Whitmore Avenue, they tore off into the night, speeding already. They nearly took out a roadworks sign—though, thankfully, there appeared to be no actual roadworks going on, the sign merely left behind.

“Doing okay there, Nat?” Quinn asked.

Nat gripped his seat so tightly he thought he might tear it open with his new vampiric strength. “Fine,” he said.

“Feel free to take another nap,” Quinn said, like any person was capable of sleeping in this situation. “It’s about twenty-five minutes to my place. I’m over in Cypress Heights.”

Quinn was headed towards the CBD, then. Through it and out to the east. Nat sank lower in his seat, already dreading the idea of Quinn navigating the tight, chaotic grid of the inner city.

Nat’s car rattled and sighed and rattled, struggling to keep up with Quinn’s demands. As they plunged into the city, Quinn picked up speed. They whirled around corners too fast and dodged onto the wrong side of the road to overtake cars going the speed limit. They howled past a herd of police cars at one point, and one peeled away from the group to pursue them.

Nat had killed someone. There was a dead body in the boot of his car. Nat wheezed in panic, trying not to hyperventilate.

“Easy, now, love,” Quinn said. “We’ll be fine.”

Quinn brought the car to the side of the road. They wound the window down, apparently completely unfazed. The cop stalked towards them, bathed in pulsating red and blue.

“Hey there, officer,” Quinn said in their sweet sing-song.

“License and registration.”

“I’ll do you one better,” Quinn announced, and reached for their messenger bag. From one of the outside pockets they withdrew a thick white envelope and handed it over.

A frown creased the officer’s face, disapproving, but he opened it up nonetheless and peered inside. Then he nodded and slipped it into his pocket.

“Enjoy the rest of your night,” he said, and then he was gone.

Quinn took off again, but not before playfully tweaking Nat’s ear. “What did I tell you, love?”

Nat ground his teeth, his skin still crawling. What the hell was that about?

Cypress Heights was one of those suburbs. Filled to bursting point with sprawling botanic gardens and multi-storey houses and boutique stores where everything cost more than Nat’s entire payslip. The streets were gorgeous and the schools were posh, but in the nice way. The way that spat out prim, proper kids born of opportunity, who always made a good impression on everyone and had articles written about them in newspapers. Darwelaide teen’s unconventional new method of cleaning oceans proves most effective world has ever seen!

Not to say all Cypress Heights kids were insanely successful, and not to say all Nats and Lyras were not. But if you scooped up a bucket of Cypress Heights kids and a bucket of Nats and Lyras and compared them as a whole, you could sure see the difference.

On a street lined with towering oak trees, Quinn drew the car to a stop. They turned it off and slipped Nat’s car keys into their bag. Nat was too groggy to protest.

“You awake, hon?” Quinn asked.

Nat made a vague noise of affirmation.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.”

Quinn’s home, like most others on their street, was fucking ginormous. Two-storeys with mottled brickwork and delicate stone balconies, every window a sweeping expanse of stained glass. A lengthy paved driveway curled through more front garden than Nat had ever seen in his life. As he climbed out of the car, he breathed in deeply and gathered the lush scents of greenery and sweet earth into his lungs. Flowers sprawled on either side of the driveway, bursting with colour even in the murky dullness of Nat’s night vision. Beyond that, more life teemed—spiralling hedges twirled around fruit trees and little stone paths wandered through flowerbeds upon flowerbeds. Could Nat smell cherries?

It all looked—loved. Cared for in a way Nat could only ever hope to be. He wondered if he’d ever get the chance to bathe in its glory in the daylight, or whether now that he was fully turned the sun would kill him. Whether this kind of love was out of reach to him—had always been out of reach to him, only now the world had seen fit to make it literal.

He could have stayed in the garden for hours, but they were not to linger longer. Quinn took him by the arm and tugged him towards the house. A hip-height stone lion sat by door, baring its teeth at him, like a guard dog. Nat bared his teeth right back, his face crinkling in a chaotic smile.

Quinn battled briefly with their keys then let the door swing open.

“Welcome to my house!” they announced, standing aside and making a sweeping gesture with their arm to direct Nat into the glowing warm. Their voice almost boomed. “Enter freely and of your own will!”

[davidbyrne]

[raddestrose]

[starflungwaddledee]

⭐🎀🏆🎉 a wa wa winner! 🎉🏆🎀⭐

i'm running late on getting this out, but i'm still reeling over the results of the @kirbyoctournament! i can't quite believe that starstruck- my pint sized waddle dee- made it all the way to the tippy-top against such intense competition. the roster was full of such an incredible selection of wonderful, loveable, and creative characters!

it's heart-warming to know that people out there really love my little wanya and her story, and i'll carry that with me always! 🥰💖

i am so grateful to everybody who voted for and supported starstruck (and i!) throughout the tournament, and i'd also like to give my thanks to everybody- moderators, participants, spectators- who made this community event as cool and fun as it was!! i met many new people and learned about so many wonderful new characters!

this piece in particular is dedicated to and features all of starstruck's competitors in the tourney, starting with jakkle doo from round one, right up to valfrey in the final round. it was a fantastic honour to compete against all of your OCs, and i look forward to hopefully seeing them around plenty more in the future!!

thank you again!!

characters are listed from bottom to top; round 1 vs jakkle doo by @ninjakirkki, round 2 vs galacchio by @tatonslice, round 3 vs atlas by @unleashedsonic, round 4 vs mama d by @chibifox2002, round 5 vs parhelion knight by @aseuki, round 6 vs techie by @ivynajspyder, and the round 7 final vs valfrey by @gethoce

[jensonsbuttons]

baby seasons change but people don't, ya feel?

[prismaticutie]

Can someone make angst art of Gem and Joel at the Spanner meeting room (from Grian's POV) that is like a gif that glitches back to Mumbo and Skizz and has like the text of whatever Grian was saying about how it's like they've "been there the whole season" or "it's not weird at all". And also when it glitches to Mumbo and Skizz there's like dark sky purple watchery motifs and eyes around them

[tillman]

fully finished my first full bio today.... of my dearest Ra. enjoy the pngs from his page. u can read everything here too.. ^_^

[darkmagenugget]

Speaks volumes about how my brain works when I can video call people, or see what they look like through selfies, and yet when mentally picturing them I still picture their avatars/how they represent themselves.

[gothicmatter]

cheesy 2000's rom-com split screen montage of sskk getting ready for their date with aku listening to goth rock and atsushi blasting emo music

[beanghostprincess]

This is Shanks to Buggy

[frootlooptime]

frosty guy B)

[throatgoatwill]

I've always asked myself how (realistically) a hannibal and will kiss scene would be like in the actual series. how would bryan make it work as naturally and organically as their relationship's development through the seasons.

I'd never arrived at an answer that seemed right to me, and even reached the point of thinking a kiss scene wouldn't add much because their dynamic was already miles beyond such a thing. BUT. I think I just stumbled upon the best answer. At least to me. Idk, it just really synced with my interpretations of their love.

Ok so i've just watched hannibal (2001) and if you haven't already, I really recommend you to do so!!! bryan put SO many references to it on the series, and it's just incredibly satisfying to connect the dots in regards of the creative process of the series. - that said, the majority of the references that made their way into the show, were dialogues between hannibal and clarice, wich later became some of our favorite hannigram scenes.

and at the very final scenes of the movie, I was caught completely of guard by clarice and hannibal's kiss, and not only because of the kiss itself, but the whole context and build up towards it, and the events that followed. It was fucking perfect. And it really hurt me to wonder if bryan was planning to recreate that scene with hannibal and will, because it would fit SO WELL..... I swear, it would've been beautiful and even more heartbreaking than the original.

Especially because of these specific lines:

"Tell me, Clarice, would you ever say to me, 'Stop. If you loved me, you'd stop'?"

"Not in a thousand years."

"Not in a thousand years... that's my girl."

COULD WE EVEN SURVIVE SUCH THING AS HANNIBAL SAYING THOSE WORDS TO WILL??? LIKE???? "...That's my boy." ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEE.

And it gets even fucking better because, later, when clarice cuffs their hands together to prevent hannibal from running away, he threatens to cut of her hand, but just at the very last second before doing so, he ponders quickly, a single tear making it's way across his cheek as he says "this is really gonna hurt." and he follows up by amputating his own hand.

and we just know he is actually talking about being separated from her again, the pain it would inflict on him.

and if bryan had had the time to recreate that and adapt it to hannibal and will, that line would be about how it would hurt both of them, as it is: they're conjoined, not sure if either could survive separation.

here's the entire scene if you got curious, I really recommend watching it, it's beautifully made.

[wildsaltair]

you can’t show me this picture at 10:39 in the morning and expect me to act normal in any way, shape, or form

[sainte-melasse]

[pizzaqueen]

Steve and Eddie could totally do that scene in 10 Things where Kat is drunk (and possibly concussed) and looks up at Patrick from where she’s slumped on the swing and says “your eyes have a little green in them” (and then proceeds to vomit all over his shoes) because of Steve’s pretty hazel eyes that look darker in some light and so it might actually be a surprise revelation for drunk!Eddie or he’s stating the obvious, either works

(I think about this a lot more than I would like to admit lol)