#i just felt like sharing something

[willows-adventures-in-words]

So since I can't decide on whether or not I should post the two first draft scenes of my story as one post or two, I'll just share something else. The two story ideas I have. Not counting the one I actually writing.

The first one: Do what I've seen other people do. Write out Trapped and Panic! Videos as a story. -But with a twist! Maybe it's just the current main four (Geoff, Layne, Eli, and Cesar). Starts the same way. -ish. Car trouble. They start walking. Find a house and go ask for help. Someone comments on the weird vibes and daja vu. And commence the video. At one point their cover of Trapped plays on a speaker system (probably after they split up?). It's at this point where they nope out and try to leave. If they haven't tried already.

I haven't written anything on this one. And actually, I doubt I will but that could change. It was a random idea that came up after I'd checked out AO3 a while back. And that is just a rough idea of what it would be.

The next idea was: The twenty-one pilots mesh-up video. Because I swear, Layne seems to be semi-conscious through parts of the video. It's the look in his eyes. I'm probably just seeing what I want but I don't care. Cause that's what fanfiction is for. Having fun with concepts. -mostly from Layne's perspective. -Tony saves them.

Now this one is actually my side-project. I don't actually expect it to turn into anything but who knows. It's one of those things that I'm not taking too seriously (doesn't have to be perfect), but I am serious about it. If that makes sense.

As for my main story I talked a little about what it is in my How it Started post. These are just the ideas and thoughts that floated through my head when I had concluded that I would write VP fanfiction. The ones that feel a little plausible for me to be able to possibly write. Because if it was within my creative capabilities I'd write something for most of their videos. Like a Vikings thing came to mind before but that is so far outside of my ability to do!

[lykieu]

Iced water in winter. That’s just the kind of person Blaze is. She paces, tracking a dirt path along the floor. An engine drones nearby, comforting in its steadiness, yet strangely numbing all the same. From the airship’s rounded windows, she can see Rhodes Island fast approaching, a distant speck over looming mountains. Past the embrace of cloud and sky, it seems they’re nearing home at last.

“You should get some rest too,” Shining says without looking up. Her tone is soft, as soothing as her Arts. There aren’t many people Blaze would trust in urgency; for all her confidence, she’s only ever known how to burn.

Light fills the room for a split second, blinding and warm beyond the partition. Like a miracle, Blaze thinks, staring in awe at wounds that fade and mend.

“How is she looking?”

“She will be fine. Sore but ready to return to the field after some rest.”

Blaze releases a breath, unknowingly held. “Good to know.”

Shining hums idly, turning to lock their eyes at this. “I didn’t know that you were close.”

The paper cup slips a little in her hand, condensation building to drip along constantly heated skin. Blaze blinks, confused, but she doesn’t look away. “She’s my assigned partner,” she answers. Like, it’s obvious. Like…

There’s no other response, only a murmured, “I see.”

The senior medic nods before exiting soundlessly, an ethereal glow about her, residual tricks or something more. Yet again, Blaze thinks of miracles, and warmth that seeps.

“I should care this much,” Blaze says quietly, chasing crystals in her mind. “At least.”

A moment passes, wherein the only movement is the steady rise and fall of GreyThroat’s chest, tucked beneath clinically white sheets. Blaze simply watches, more sentinel than anything. Her drink is no longer cold by the time she decides to move. She takes a step closer, inspecting the sniper’s expression, so serene in the absence of its usual scowl.

Infected… Uninfected…

Blaze hates that she’ll always have to choose.

The airship dips as they approach landing. Blaze feels her balance tilt unexpectedly. She staggers into a chair. The airship leans again, sharply this time.

They should be close by now. There should be an announcement—

But it happens at once: the flash-bang-shriek of metal on metal. Voices scream. Alarms sound. Blaze spares one glance at her partner before launching herself across the makeshift quarters, crushing the cup in her hand. She scrambles towards the commotion, assessing as she goes, sorting chaos from the scene. The main hatch has been unlocked, door open to billowing air. They’re not far from solid ground. Not far at all.

There’s yelling of enemy fire and the flurry of their own retaliation. A swarm of silver surrounds them. And beside her—

“Don’t jump without me.”

Blaze almost trips in shock.

GreyThroat is strapping her quiver to her back. Her face is pale, still painted with dust and fatigue. But her eyes are alight with drive, gleaming forest green. Her cloak is missing, leaving bandages to peek from her sleeveless top. She’s loading, aiming—

Blaze wants to argue but the first bolt streaks past her without a word.

In the distance, a drone explodes, then another, and another. Each one is shot down in a stunning display of accuracy. GreyThroat reloads with chilling grace, raising a brow at Blaze’s astonishment.

“They followed us,” she notes in her pragmatic way, though it isn’t enough to hide the worry flickering beneath her veneer.

“They did,” Blaze answers soberly, hefting her weapon from its case.

“Let’s go,” they say at once.

Blaze swallows her surprise, leaning past the doorway to meet the freezing air. Those words strike a chord within her chest. That tone, so similar to her own, lacking in any sense of fear…

It occurs to her suddenly that GreyThroat is on their side. Really. Her side.

Infected… Uninfected…

As they drop from the airship, fingertips grazing, Blaze wonders if they can choose both.

[deoidesign]

For my birthday... read my webcomic! It's literally free! (Unless you want books. Those are not free)

It's beautiful, it's gentle, it's funny, they're canonically t4t and gay... And it's about time traveling vampires solving supernatural mysteries!

I've spent thousands of hours writing and drawing it, and it's really good! I'm not biased!

It's on hiatus right now and coming back in 2 months, so it's the perfect time to get caught up

[babygirlwolverine]

cas had texted and said he’d be back at the bunker that night, and dean had stayed up until almost 3am waiting for the angel. when cas hadn’t walked through the bunker door, dean had to drag himself to bed before he passed out on the war table.

he didn’t sleep for long though, waking up just after 6am to check his phone. no messages from cas. was it too soon to start worrying?

making his way to the kitchen for a very strong cup of black coffee, dean shuffled past the bag in hallway while he rubbed blearily at his eyes. it took several long seconds before dean realized he’d almost tripped over cas’ overnight bag and he quickly backtracked and made a beeline for cas’ room.

the room was empty, no sign of cas’ current trenchcoat or of the angel anywhere.

frowning, dean wandered the hallways, searching for any signs of cas. but there was nothing. the bunker was quiet. empty. not even sam was awake yet.

convincing himself that the overnight bag had always been there and he’d just forgotten because he was tired, dean trudged back towards the kitchen by cutting through the library.

and he froze, mid-step.

slumped, lying curled up between two of the chairs at the table, was a sleeping angel using his trenchcoat as a pillow against the hard wooden seats.

a sleeping angel who was bundled up under dean’s old hoodie; the clothing item which usually held a permanent place in the backseat of the impala. the same hoodie that had gone missing a week ago.

dean’s heart stuttered in his chest.

his feet carried him gently across the library and he found himself reaching out and brushing a lock of hair off of cas’ forehead. the hood of the jacket was tucked up under cas’ chin, almost as if the angel had been burying his face in the cotton material, but the rest of it was slipping off and threatening to fall onto the floor.

breath catching in his throat, dean softly readjusted the hoodie and wrapped it around cas’ shoulders. cas let out a content sigh in his sleep, and dean suddenly felt weak in the knees.

cas had taken dean’s jacket with him when he’d left the bunker last week. and now, cas was using his hoodie as a blanket. a concept that years ago dean would’ve sworn up and down that cas would never understand because angels didn’t have feelings. yet, here cas was, carrying around dean’s old clothes, wearing his heart on dean’s worn sleeves.

smiling to himself, dean quietly made his way back to the kitchen to make honey tea for cas and a pot of coffee. he was going to need the caffeine courage to show cas that this was mutual.

as the coffee brewed and the tea steeped, dean snuck back into cas’ room and collected the one thing he was missing. wrapping one of cas’ old trenchcoats around his shoulders, dean was finally ready to put his own heart onto cas’ sleeve.

[devilsskettle]

The X trilogy + "psycho-biddy" influences

[rowebug]

the live action ninjago movie but its just two guys playing with the character minifigures

[sourearth]

man... i was going through my 15 year old deviantart account and i actually really really miss that site. like tumblr is fun and insta is.. insta... but i dont think since then there's been such an art-focused community with so many people talking to each other and commenting on each others work quite like deviantart

(ofc massive disclaimer that i probably have some rose-tinted vision and the site was full of creeps and pedos... so if we could just have the good parts of it back LMAO)

[rollercoasterwords]

i know that the scars were largely added by fandom & aren’t even part of r’s actual description etc etc but one thing i would love 2 see more of in depictions of that is like. scars that are not faded & pale & flat…scars that r puffy & raised & dark & red & contort the skin around them & just generally look uglier & more alarming by conventional beauty standards etc. perhaps i am projecting a bit but depending on the severity of a wound scars can take a very long time 2 fade & there’s no guarantee they’ll ever be fully flat & pale, & especially in contexts where r is getting new scars due 2 repeated transformations etc i think it would be cool 2 see more representation of scars in different stages of healing & scars that heal differently

[pnfc]

i haint watched the dang chibisode and idk if ill actually watch it with sound on sdfjk but i have a hurt feeling about them casually imbuing perry with speech for a one off gag because the idea that he needs to talk to communicate is fake. we had 4 seasons of wacky magic hijinks cartoon where perry never needed verbal speech to communicate. they couldve done this gag at any point in the show but they didn't, and the fact that they didn't felt significant. perry's muteness is such a core part of his character, to me, to the way i conceive of him/write him. i don't wanna overreact to a goofy little side cartoon (even tho i'm doing it anyway) but it's still the characters, and it still upsets me! ok that's it i've said my piece

[arsenicflame]

steddyhands modern au inspired by this post:

(1828 words, themes of kink but nothing explicit, established blackhands & gentlebeard-centric. Happy Pride!)

Stede picks up leatherworking in the wake of his divorce. He's not exactly sure how it ended up being such an important hobby for him, only that he had always admired the intricate designs on his horse's best bridles, and with little else to do with his time, he decides to give it a go.

It's rocky going at first, but he's having fun working with his hands for the first time in his life, and there's a sense of satisfaction in seeing the design come to life as he works. With practice, his skills improve, and he learns how to make things that are truly one of a kind.

He starts off posting his pieces online, as a way to reach fellow enthusiasts, but quickly finds himself with a rather large audience. Stede’s style is unique, and, after many requests from his followers, Lucius encourages him to make some more basic pieces he can sell. It's not about making money for Stede, but another way to meet new people who share his interests- as Lucius keeps telling him, it's sad that his personal assistant is the main person he talks to these days. 

So Stede sets out on a new adventure, and has quite the time designing a new range of patterns for the market. He makes purses, belts, bracelets, and, most importantly, dog collars- all still with his unique designs embossed into them, of course. He rents a booth at his towns monthly craft fair, and very quickly finds himself with a new group of friends in the other regulars- Pete, his usual neighbour, who sells an array of wooden figures he carves, Roach, who runs a stand for his bakery, and Frenchie, who isn't actually a stallholder, but is almost always busking near his friend Wee John’s stand of knitted goods, bringing life to the market even in the pouring rain. There's also Buttons, another regular at the market. Nobody is exactly sure what he does there- he doesn't sell things, or seem to buy anything either, but rain or shine, he's there with the birds.

Stede’s been doing this a few months by the time June rolls around. As he's setting up his stand, he notices that the area is much busier than it’d normally be at this time of morning. Lucius, who got roped into helping run Stede’s stall somewhere down the line (despite his protests that this is not what personal assistant means… But hey, he got a boyfriend out of it, at least), reminds him that there's the parade today, too- not realising that Stede had no clue there was a parade today, and especially not that it was pride. Stede immediately jumps to fretting about the amount of stock he’s brought, and Lucius takes the cue to escape, saying he’ll go and grab them coffee (but really, he's off to flirt with Pete)

Lucius is still missing when Ed stumbles across the little leather stall. Stede’s just ran back to his car to fetch his last boxes of inventory, and by the time he returns, Ed’s already begun to narrow down his choices. Stede greets him, starting to tell him that they're not actually open yet, but before he gets more than a couple of words out, Ed’s exclaiming “You're a Kiwi!!!”

The two of them smile at the shared recognition, and Stede says he’ll make an exception, just for Ed, and asks him what exactly he was interested in. Ed tells him that he's looking for a collar “for his boy”, and points out the particular design he was looking at. It happens to be one of Stede’s favourites from this latest run of work, a fact he mentions to Ed. It leads them into a discussion about Stede’s craft, and Ed’s Izzy, and then everything in between. Ed’s listening intently to the things Stede’s telling him, completely drawn in by the process, and by Stede himself. He watches as Stede stamps Izzy's name into the collar, and Stede even lets him have a go at one of the stamps. 

Lucius reappears sometime in the middle of this- only to immediately retreat again, seeing Stede engrossed with Ed. He sets up camp at Pete's booth opposite, watching this man flirt intensely with his boss- and Stede flirt back just as hard. Does Stede even realise he’s doing it? Lucius had known Stede was gay since before Stede even admitted it to himself, but this is on a whole other level.

The pair stand there so long that Izzy comes to look for Ed- the two of them are manning a float on the parade with their crew, and it's past time for them to get geared up. He's already worked up, frustrated to have been left to set up everything alone, when Ed had just gone to see if he could get them both coffee. So maybe he's a bit of a prick, approaching with a brash “where the fuck have you been, Edward”, to which Stede brings the same energy, giving a bitchy “Ed! Do you know this guy?” Izzy tenses, ready to snap, but then Ed cuts in, excitedly telling Stede that this is “his Izzy!” Which confuses the hell out of Stede. 

Forgetting his earlier attitude, he asks Ed if he “really named his dog after his friend”, only to be met with confusion right back from Ed at where the hell Stede got the idea he had a dog from. Stede gestures at the bag with the collar in it, to which Ed has to tell him, “oh, no, that's for him.” Ed tells Stede that they're here to run a float for their local leather society, and while Stede is certainly shocked by what Ed’s saying, he's not finding himself… uninterested. It's simply that he’s never even considered any of this before, especially not that people would use the things that he made for this, but Ed sounds so enthusiastic about it all. He tells him about how his friends would love to see Stede’s work, about how classic leather gear is always so fucking boring- but not Stede’s stuff, no, Stede’s stuff is “fresh” and “fascinating” and unlike anything Ed’s ever seen before. 

Ed's enthusiasm is incredibly infectious, so when he invites Stede to come back to see their float, he readily agrees. It’s a concept Izzy’s less than enthusiastic about. He doesn’t really want to bring this man who’s dressed like he just walked out of a HOA board meeting to their kinky little corner of the world, but he is having a lot of fun watching Stede squirm, so decides not to raise a protest. He does demand he gets his long-overdue coffee first, though (Stede pays for it- as “compensation for him distracting Ed from his job”, he says, not giving Izzy a second to process before he's tapping his card)

By the time they return to the float, Fang, Ivan & Jim are waiting for them, all already geared up. Stede is stunned silent at the sight for about 5 seconds, before he starts actually looking at the quality of Jim’s harness, and proceeds to go off about the poor quality of the craftsmanship, about how the hardware is tacky and completely the wrong choice with this leather, how his “ten year old daughter could do a better job!!!” 

There's complete silence from the group, until Izzy, of all people, bursts into laughter at Stede’s audacity (and, the fact he was staring at Jim's tits completely unabashedly, like he hadn't even noticed them in the first place). Izzy's laughter sets Ed off as he tells the group about Stede’s misunderstanding- “you didn't say he was a person!” “I mean, he's my dog”- and soon everyone's having a friendly giggle at Stede’s mistake.

It's somewhere in the middle of the retelling that Ed remembers that this whole thing happened because he was buying Izzy a gift. After a moments fumbling, he presents Izzy with the collar-  It's a rich, deep black, embossed with a rolling pattern that resembles waves. It’s made from a firm enough leather to take the tooling, and to remind Izzy that he’s owned while he’s wearing it, yet still soft enough for long term comfort. Izzy's eyes immediately lock on to it, an unreadable expression coming over his face, and Ed turns it; first so he can really see the design and Izzy’s name embossed into it, and then so he can see the small “Ed ♥” on the inside of the collar, right over his swallow tattoo. 

“I did the heart,” Ed says to him softly, intended only for Izzy’s ears. Izzy's eyes flick up to Ed’s, and he raises his chin to give Ed the room to put it on. Ed buckles the collar around his neck almost reverently, a test of the tightness turning into a caress of Izzy's neck. It's a perfect fit.

It's as though something comes over Izzy; so twitchy and abrasive earlier, now silent, staring at Ed with a look akin to worship in his eyes. He obediently tilts his head for a kiss as Ed's fingers move to his chin- It's a sight to behold, and one that has Stede intrigued. He wants to know more about this lifestyle, and these men in particular. He wants to be the one to put that expression on Izzy's face.

The moment breaks as Ed and Izzy pull apart, and Ed calls for the crew to finish the last bits of set up. Izzy shakes himself a little before running off to bark orders again, but even still, there remains a softness to him that wasn't there before. 

Ed turns back to Stede with an apologetic smile, already obvious that he has to get going. Before he can speak, however, Stede jumps in -“My business numbers on the card in the box… I'll be around all day”- Ed’s smile turns more genuine at that, promising to stop by if he gets a moment, and that he’ll send his friend's Stede’s way- “if he wants that kind of business.” Stede says that he does, actually- that he's seen a whole new world already today, and, while he was a little taken aback at first, he can feel the passion Ed and his friends have for this life. If there's one thing that's ever mattered to Stede, it's other people's enthusiasm. Maybe he doesn't completely understand yet, but he would like to try.

One year later, Stede’s back at the market on pride weekend again, far better stocked for the crowds this time around. Lucius is finally free to spend the day flirting with Fang & Pete to his heart's content, now that Stede’s roped his own boyfriends into helping him run the stall- and into modelling the merchandise. Ed loves that part, while Izzy needs a lot more convincing, but the puppy eyes Stede & Ed weaponise against him make a very good argument.

[uncanny-tranny]

I went to a local yarn store for the first time, and while I was there, somebody was talking about getting a beginner's knitting kit, and she inquired about when lessons were, and when she was told that they'd be happy to sit down with her and teach her, she was so delighted. She talked about how excited she was and how much she wanted to learn to knit, and it just... it made me fall in love with humanity. It was this pure, unadulterated happiness coming from somebody and it was so genuine and kind, and I couldn't help but smile.

I guess all of this is to say... every moment, there are tiny little joys like this all over the world, and it makes this life worth living. I hope you witness and feel joy this simple, this pure.

[strawbebbiesart]

chimckens 🐓🌽

[nozomijoestar]

I think I'm finally starting to realize Claudine wasn't just trying to tell Maya to remember her humanity or to open herself to others, to acknowledge Claudine and Claudine's love, about human passion winning over lifeless godhood- Revue of Souls was also saying what good is pride if it can't be shared

[myokk]

More regency au💓

Ok so I’m DYING of laughter at these male fashion plates I found of Regency clothing & I needed to share them😭😭😭😭😭

I have LITERALLY NO IDEA what the artist was going for and I love it😇🙏

(and also to show that my regency pictures are period-accurate & Bridgerton is really NOT jajajajajjaja)

[leviiackrman]

MEET THE ARTIST: 2024 EDITION

Ask and ye shall recieve! As requested, I've redrawn myself to be more like the current version of myself, and ngl I think it's pretty accurate. I decided to be more fun with it tho and turn it into an intro sheet, so I hope you like it!

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[13eyond13]

love it when a character that's hard to read intuitively for you has like a dedicated fandom interpreter who can just glance at their blank face in a panel and then give you a 3k word essay on their innermost thoughts & desires & fears and neatly tie it back into the themes & whatnot as if it's the most obvious thing in the world