#i love my rainbow nightmare post

[nine-of-diamonds]

Co-writer Ask Game!!

Favorite part of cowriting?

Knowing that you’re Making Things with someone else is always super fun!! So often while writing alone, I’ll lose motivation to work on smth bc I have no one there to keep me going—but that’s not an issue with a co-writer :D I think there’s also just. a certain comfort in having someone who you feel you can share all your ideas with + bounce jokes off of. Also. The Bits—not even all for fic planning lol. For instance, the weird color thing going on in this post is me riffing off whatever tf Melon’s has going on rn lmfao. What is this rainbow nightmare

Least favorite part of cowriting?

Logging onto the doc to write and seeing Melon’s icon just. Staring at me menacingly. (Bri thankfully does not have a pfp that stares LOL)  asjdklf;sjls;kdj idk—logically I know they’re not like. Judging everything I write but it’s just Weird. *shrug* Really, though, there’s nothing I actively dislike about it lol

How did you meet?

Melon straight up just DM’d me on Tumblr w/ three story ideas asking if I’d be interested in a collab, and I said yes! Bri happened to join the CTHL discord server later on, and after joking about working on a oneshot for the series, joined us in working on the installments we have in progress currently :) It was all very much a stroke of luck that I’m running with for as long as I can lol

What's the brainstorming process like?

Typically, we’ll start with a few characters/plotlines we want to include (ex. Scar’s silent grief in CTHL, Gem’s longing for a sense of home, etc.) and then bounce ideas and jokes off each other until we come up with enough to write up a scene by scene outline. It’s always cool to see what the others come up with since they’ll sometimes toss out ideas that would put me out of my comfort zone to write—fun fact: CTHL was the first time I ever wrote Etho, and like. half the CTHL cast tbh

What's the system for writing?

We all just. chuck words at the draft doc when we have free time. Yeah.

Favorite thing you've written together?

You want me to choose a child???? klas;jdflas ugh fine I’ll compromise and give you two (2) children that come to mind first. but know I love all of my children equally :)

The very first descriptions of Meris Hollow in CTHL are near and dear to my heart since I think that was the part for me where it clicked just how well Melon’s and my writing could blend?? I remember splicing together bits of their description with some of mine and realizing I couldn’t tell who’d written what but that it was gorgeous

In chapter 4 of CTHL, the convo between Gem and Grian was mostly freestyled tbh (we knew it was going to take place but not the content in it) but it turned out to be one of my favorite scenes in the fic

What character do you always leave to the other person to write?

Ahahahahaha Keralis does not exist in the Nadia Brain. All his lines are Melon Exclusives

What's a running bit in your writing?

Grian

[sallymew4]

absolutely HAD to draw woke mob guys i was going crazy

special addition from my good friend who also insisted the fart (dimple) be in the woke mob drawing

[triglycercule]

ok ok you dont need to threaten me here's some art ☹️☹️☹️

appreciate now while you have it because doodles are rare coming from me (only tri-yearly. i cannot doodle for the life of me its hard 🙁)

[oceanwithouthermoon]

okay i just put this in the tags of a different post but now i have to put it in another post so i can talk about it more <3

celestia and luna : kusuo and kusuke is NOT a cut and dry comparison and neither of them fit one or the other perfectly.. for the most part, kusuo is celestia and kusuke is luna (kusuke lashing out because he thinks kusuo is better than him, that things are easier for kusuo, kusuo not understanding, etc etc.) but the problem with that by itself is that that goes BOTH ways in almost the same exact way, the biggest difference is in how they cope with it all.. kusuo also sees himself in luna A LOT, but unlike kusuke he keeps his issues bottled up and never once takes it out on him.. he competes back to kusuke, especially when they were kids, but for the most part he doesnt WANT to and only does it because either 1) kusuke tries to make him feel inferior or 2) kusuke BRIBES him to do it ???

they both think the other has it better and wish that they could live the others life, and neither of them understand the others struggles (and probably never will fully, but hopefully itll get better for them.)

kusuo definitely watched mlp and thinks of HIMSELF as the luna or the 'nightmare moon' of the two of them because, even though he hasnt ever actually lashed out in that way, he knows how perfectly capable of it he is and he believes himself to be some sort of monster.. and its not really a rational way for him to see things, especially since he doesnt even usually view kusuke in a positive light ? but lunas story just hits home with him that badly..

this is just one reason why i think it sucks that kusuo being "powerless" basically only lasted a weekend, because we totally couldve gotten to see a "celestia and luna switching cutie marks for a day" kind of dynamic between kusuo and kusuke.. obviously not with kusuke having powers, but with him being above kusuo and more powerful than the general human race and realizing that being better than kusuo isnt what he wanted it to be..

and seeing how absolutely depressed and in denial kusuo becomes at first when he starts getting his powers back wouldve hit so much harder for kusuke if it had been a slower realization before kusuo could begin accepting himself again

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

jjk ♡

JJK Fics:

Flakes of Crystals and Snow | Gojo x OC, slow burn

Keep Talkin' | Gojo x Reader, smut

Gojo’s Hands | Gojo x Reader, suggestive

Hold me. Console me | Gojo x Reader, angst

Nightmares | Dad!Gojo with Kid!Megumi, fluff

Suck and Blow | Satosugu x Reader, smut

Their plaything | Satosugu x Reader, smut

Early Morning | Toji x Reader, smut

Shameless | Toji x Reader, smut

Shameless Mini Pt. 2 | Toji x Reader, smut

MILF | Toji x Reader, smut

Incubus | Sukuna x Reader, smut

Say “thank you” | Sukuna x Reader, smut

Wish I didn't care | Sukuna x Reader, angst, hurt/comfort

Unwavering | Sukuna x Reader, fluff, smut

Giving the Nerd a Chance | Nanami x Reader, smut

Giving the Nerd a Chance Part Two | Nanami x Reader, smut

Fuck being nice to you | Nanami x Reader, smut

Alt Ending to Fuck being nice to you | Nanami & Gojo x Reader, smut

Shibari Master | Nanami x Reader, smut

You're my... my wife? | Nanami x Reader, fluff, crack

Rainbow Baby | Nanami x Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending

At Law | Higuruma x Reader, smut

Cat Scratch | Choso x Reader, smut, fluff

Full of love | Choso x Reader, suggestive

JJK drabbles:

“She tried to stand me up but I dicked her down and bent her spine” | smut

Career day | fluff, crack

Shut up, Mom! | fluff, crack

Baby’s first words | fluff, angst

Doting | fluff

Vampire Lover! | fluff

Period Problems! | fluff

Hand Print | fluff

JJK smaus:

"Special" Chocolates Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

"She's busy" Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Ex texts you after you post on your insta Pt.1 | Pt. 2

Your Birthday!! Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

You want me to do WHAT to you after I get off work Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

You're "late" Pt. 1

Texting your boyfriend Nanami

Texting your boyfriend Nanami but you're "just a girl"

Texting college Nanami with BDE

Asking unhinged questions Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

Sending you pictures Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

Matching halloween costumes

Reacting to their pics like TikTok comments Pt. 1

Butt Dial! Pt. 1

Is your boyfriend home? Pt. 1

Not telling then that you love them back over the phone

Communication King

Them watching you get tattooed by another man Pt. 1

They hear you call them your husband

They snap at you Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

JJK smau stories:

The other woman Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5

Die for you Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4

Jealousy, Jealousy Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4

I just wanna be your sweetheart ♡ Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4

I'd let the world burn for you Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4

[dapurinthos]

I posted 3,263 times in 2022

That's 422 more posts than 2021!

219 posts created (7%)

3,044 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@possiblythreefourthspeahen

@forthegothicheroine

@marzipanandminutiae

@bedlamsbard

@waricka

I tagged 1,021 of my posts in 2022

#the locked tomb - 107 posts

#statement of joe spooky - 55 posts

#the dead travel fast - 52 posts

#keeping up with the skywalkers - 48 posts

#my dearest jonah - 43 posts

#nona the ninth spoilers - 40 posts

#the adventures of sewing goblin - 35 posts

#harold they're lesbians - 27 posts

#i'd love to have you for dinner - 24 posts

#time and relative dimension in space - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i have an octopus cup; a lovely sistrum; a beautiful lady jug that pours water out of her breasts; and a delightful little cycladic face tha

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

congrats to the lettuce that beat liz truss and is *squints at notes* now the new pm of the uk?

86 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#4

a family can be a myriad-year-old cavalier in the body of her dead necromancer, the necromancer and cavalier of the sixth house using the cavalier’s body as a time-share, and an amnesiac girl who wants to save as many furry friends as she can when they have to bug-out.

149 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

#3

really identifying with john gaius necrolord prime the man who became god and the god who became man emperor of the nine houses in this latest excerpt because i, too, would wage unceasing war on the descendants of elon musk and jeff bezos after they abandoned the dying earth.

193 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#2

hey it’s out in new zealand, that’s my break and i’ve had this draft waiting for, like, two weeks.

some notes on the codenames (source x) that blood of eden uses for the lyctors

all of the blood of eden codenames for the lyctors are based on mythical weapons, the exception being source aegis (athena’s shield, sometimes featuring the gorgon’s head), but it does make sense upon reconsideration because gideon was not the person the codename was meant for, it was pyrrha, and what is a cavalier if not a protector of their necromancer? it makes much more sense for pyrrha to be the source aegis referred to as wake’s informant, especially since we learned that phyrra was the one who instigated the relationship, not gideon prime.

source piotra took me a moment because it’s a version of the name peter and i was just ??? about it because i was not exposed to anything to do with christian religion until i moved to newfoundland and had to start religious studies in the middle of fifth grade. however, there is a legendary sword that was used by the apostle peter, which is said by some to have been brought by joseph of arimathea to britain, at the same time the poznañ archcathedral (the oldest polish cathedral, settling why the name is piotra, the polish version of peter) displays the copy of the supposed blade itself, a roman gladius with a spaded end.

joyeuse for mercymorn—did blood of eden know her simply as the saint of joy first, given that mercymorn wanted their names to be forgotten and not used, and thus codenamed her after a sword containing the word ‘joy’? joyeuse itself is the legendary sword of charlemagne, the first holy roman emperor, and described in the song of roland. the blade used at the coronation of french kings is claimed to be joyeuse and has been altered over the centuries before being displayed in the louvre today.

cassiopeia continues the mythological swords theme by being named source gram after the sword of sigurd, known as gramr in old norse, which was used to slay a dragon in the volsunga saga. as for why? i’m going to go with the proto-indo-european serpent slaying myth to connect them, cassiopeia being the mother of andromeda who was staked out and left for the sea monster kētŏs (who is not a kraken, thank you very much for inserting that idea into popular culture, clash of the titans), who was also described as a sea serpent, given the similarities between serpents and dragons in greek myth.

now, as for cytherea, source chrysaor. i was confused because i kept looking at chrysaor the mythological person before smacking myself upside the head and recalling the faerie queene by edmund spenser where chrysaor is a sword wielded by sir artegall. sir artegall, the embodiment of justice, the champion of justice. and justice, to blood of eden, is ‘the vengeance of the ten billion,’ it is justice to ‘kill the emperor and burn his houses.’ in cytherea’s own words. (there is also demeter’s title khrusaôros, referring to the golden blades of wheat, and cytherea’s return to the first house is to harvest the seeds planted during the past ten thousand years, to cut down the heirs of the nine houses in the same way wheat is cut.)

255 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

are the lyctoral robes a descendant of lab coats, tazmuir??? are they??? did john wake up one day and go ‘you know what would be cool? if we tie-dyed our lab coats.’ ?????

661 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Y'all enjoyed the comparison post of the Before & Afters of HGTVs Barbie Dreamhouse Challenge, so much, yesterday, I thought you'd like to see what it looked like BEFORE the Barbie transformation. They looked at 50 houses before they chose this beige one.

Here come the designers with pink sledge hammers. I'm also including this link to an article about how the neighborhood thought it was a nightmare: https://www.theringer.com/tv/2023/8/17/23834446/hgtv-barbie-dreamhouse-challenge-renovation-project-neighborhood-nightmare

Apparently, it was never meant to be livable. (Ah, but it is! I would definitely live here with my Barbie collection. It would be the jewel in the crown.)

Seriously, I hate the dated oak. And, HGTV paid $1.75M for it?

It was plain. Nothing special at all, but I guess they chose it b/c it has nice swirling walls, stairs and balconies.

Wow, they put in these great floors, only to be removed again, and replaced by wood flooring. This rainbow ceiling went right back to white.

I still can't believe they turned it into a white, gray and black version of the same dull house.

The kitchen was so dated and missing a fridge. They used such high end reproduction appliances that they kept them and they actually make the new modern kitchen look ugly.

Seriously, I don't like the way the retro appliances look in the new improved kitchen. They're too retro for the modern look.

Boring family room had no personality.

What a disappointing primary bedroom before. They really dressed it up- love the sparkly ceiling.

They kept the wall fireplace as a focal point.

The en-suite was big and bland.

The only room they kept was Ken's den but they got rid of the disco floor. Come on.

Barbie's office got built-in shelving, which they also kept.

Barbie's closet was eventually eliminated and turned into another home office.

And, now, with it's new white & black transformation, it's been sold. The neighborhood is happy, the new owner is happy, all the neutral lovers are happy.

https://www.businessinsider.com/before-and-after-photos-of-hgtvs-barbie-dreamhouse-2023-7#the-designers-also-wanted-the-room-to-feel-distinctly-like-barbies-office-45

[acer-whumpstuff]

Whump Idea

Yes I know this is my first time posting whump (or really posting on this acc) but I had an idea!

A Whumpee who loves colors, rainbows 🌈

And a whumper who wears different colors depending on how they’re going to torture Whumpee that day.

Red means whumper is going to cut Whumpee

Orange means fire

Yellow means electricity

Green means they’re going to be drugged

Blue means waterboarding/ water torture

Purple means they’re going to be tied in uncomfortable positions (leaving purple bruises where they’ve been tied) and left all day.

Pink is Whumper’s favorite, it means they’re mixing a bit of multiple.

Black is Whumpee’s favorite. It means Whumper is ignoring them that day. Sure it also means no food or water, but that’s surely better than having Whumper’s attention.

Grey means Whumper is feeling nice, and they’re going to cuddle.

Whumper never wears white, that’s for Whumpee to wear so Whumper can see all their blood and scars beneath the fabric.

Just imagine the recovery for Whumpee after all this, someone who once loved having every color in their room needing everything to be black or white. Panicking when they see colors they used to love. Going outside is a nightmare.

How is Caretaker going to get rid of this kind of conditioning?

[mikimakiboo]

Happier Somewhere Else

It's been a while since I wrote some Nightmare angst :)

Thankfully @somegrumpynerd posted a wonderful thought that gave me a boost of inspiration :D ( surprise surprise hope you enjoy :) )

Tw: some self hatred, mention of past bullying, slight abandonment issue, basically just Nightmare badly needing therapy and having a bad time™

- What would you like to do ?

Nightmare asked as Killer turned to look at him, taken aback by the question. His boss rarely asked him about what he would like to do, surely because the determination dripping skeleton always seemed pleased with everything. He was always so enthusiastic about everything Nightmare asked him to do or anywhere he asked him to go, that Nightmare just didn't think Killer would want something else. But his henchman had looked quite... down, lately, he often found him looking through the window, lost in his thoughts, spacing out during dinner or mid conversation, and so he had been worried that he could be longing for something else that Nightmare didn't think of providing, but now that a truce had been established with his brother, it would be easier to satisfy whatever need he had.

Killer thought for a moment, glancing at the window before looking back at Nightmare. Something he wanted to do ? He didn't want to do anything special, but... he did want to go out... did that count as something to do ?

- I... I want to go in the Omega Timeline... to see Color...

Nightmare didn't respond right away, and Killer saw him frown a little, was his answer not what Nightmare expected ? Should he have asked to watch TV instead ?

Nightmare kept staring at him for a few seconds before realizing that he was waiting for an answer.

- I.. sure, you can.. you can go see him...

He hesitated. Killer smiled, giving him a hug that Nightmare didn't know how to reciprocate, before letting him go and leaving to go to his room.

- I'm gonna pack my bag, I'll be back in five minutes !

Nightmare watched him leave, a feeling that he hadn't felt in years emerged in his soul and he had to take a deep breath to try and suppress it. He looked out the window. It was autumn, his favorite season, he loved watching the trees change color and the leaves falling on the ground, the trees in Dreamtale never did that, his AU had been stucked in a perpetual spring due to the Tree of Feelings. His boys always teased him when he called it autumn instead of fall, they always said he was so fancy and sophisticated.

- Hey, uh.. you're good ?

Nightmare turned, Killer was back with his bag on his shoulder. He looked worried. Nightmare forced a smile.

- Yeah, I'm good, I'll take you to the Omega Timeline.

He wrapped a tentacle around Killer's wrist and the two of them dissappear in a puddle, when the reappeared they were in a white void, a spot in the Omega Timeline that was far enough from the city as to not be seen. Nightmare wasn't welcomed here.

Color was already there, Killer must have sent him a message. He looked at Nightmare with suspicion, as he always did, not trusting him near his friend. The black skeleton let go of Killer, watching him run to his friend to hug him full force, his soul radiating happiness and excitation while Nightmare's soul only clenched in his ribcage. When Killer turned around, Nightmare was already gone.

Nightmare reappeared back in the living room, alone, his whole chest burning from the inside. He felt Dust's presence behind him.

- Hey, uh, I saw Killer running out of his room with a bag, you dropped him somewhere ?

- He's.. in the Omega Timeline..

Nightmare answered without turning around. Dust laughed.

- Off being gay with his rainbow boyfriend again ?

Nightmare forced himself to chuckle but he already felt his lips trembling.

- Yeah.. I'll.. be in my office, I have work to do, do not disturb me..

He said before teleporting, leaving Dust in the living room, confused.

He locked the door and went to sit on his chair. What had he done ? Why did he let him go ? Why did he let Killer leave ? Why did he want to leave in the first place ? Wasn't he happy here with them ? He thought he had been happy, he was always so.. so joyful when they were all together... had he been secretly miserable ? So miserable that now that there was a truce he saw his chance to leave ? To go be happy with his friend, like Dust said, because he wasn't truly happy here ? What did Nightmare do wrong, what did he not see, for Killer to want to leave this soon ?

Nightmare felt terrible, like a giant weight was crushing him and couldn't get up, he could never get up. He had thought that Killer was happy, he truly believed it, but he asked him to leave, and Nightmare hadn't found the strength to tell him no, to keep him away from someone who made him smile more then they could ever had. He didn't find the strength to say no, to lock him here and watch him be miserable and knowing he was the cause of his misery. Not again.

He didn't want to be the cause of anybody's misery, not again, not anymore. He had felt so bad, so guilty, each time a villager accused him of causing harm to them or their family. He didn't want to harm anyone, all he wanted was play under the tree with his brother, his brother was always so happy to be with him. He harmed him too. He harmed him each time there was a storm, Dream didn't like thunder, it always made him cry when it was too loud, he was scared. But where did fear come from ? It came from him. From his apples. He knew that if Dream was scared it was because of him, because he guarded those feelings, each time someone felt fear or sadness or despair it was because of him. He knew it. So if Killer was unhappy, it must have been because of him.

His gaze fell on the picture on his desk, a picture taken by Killer, on which there was everyone. They were smiling, Nightmare was in the back, watching them fondly, his boys, his family. He grabbed the frame carefully, holding it with both hands. He loved them so much... were they happy here ? Did they want to go too ? Should he let them go ? He wanted them to be happy, even if it meant they would be far from him...

He sighed, putting the frame back on his desk, he teleported to his room and fell on his bed. Dinner was almost ready, judging by the time, but he wasn't hungry. Horror wouldn't be pleased with him skipping a meal, but he felt like he would throw up if he ate anything. His chest felt too full, ready to explode, he felt like he had something in his throat making his cheeks tingle. He rolled on the other side of his bed, holding a pillow in his arms as his tentacles curled around him in a protective manner. He was breathing faster, louder, his lips were shaking. He felt pathetic. He didn't have the right to cry. He didn't have the right to feel sad that Killer was happy. He should be happy for him ! He should be happy Killer had someone who cared about him ! He should... he should have seen something was wrong... he should have guessed... it wasn't rocket science, he could never make someone happy, that was his brother's role, not his, it had never been his. His role was to make people miserable, and he was good at this job, so good that he himself felt so miserable at that moment.

He didn't find sleep this night, he just kept rolling over and over and over, listening to the others go to bed too. Horror had knocked at his door, informing him that his plate was in the fridge if he was hungry later. He wasn't hungry. He wanted to throw up. He felt disgusted, disgusted of himself for having neglected Killer so much he didn't notice he wasn't happy.

He got out of bed in the morning, later than usual, he felt heavy. He managed to drag himself to the kitchen and sit at the table where the others, minus Killer, were already having breakfast.

- Mornin' Night, want coffee ?

Horror asked, already making some pancakes. Nightmare nodded, not feeling like talking this morning.

- You look down, bad night ?

Cross asked him, worried, Nightmare was usually the first to get up. He nodded again and gave a small smile to Horror when he gave him his mug, sipping on the hot liquid.

He listened to them as they were having their conversation. Did they want to leave too ? Did they have places to go, people to meet, where they would be happier than here ? Did they know Killer wouldn't come back ? Did he already tell them goodbye ?

- You're sure you're okay ?

Dust asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. His hands were shaking on his empty mug. He looked at the hooded skeleton, and the hooded skeleton looked back at him, squinting. Nightmare looked down.

- I'm fine, just.. just thinking about.. about stuff..

He mumbled, not at all convincing, and he knew it. He got up before any of them could ask anything else and teleported back in his office.

Would they also leave him one day ? He couldn't stop thinking about it. Were they unhappy too ? If Killer was unhappy, were they too ? Would he be strong enough to let them go ? Would he be strong enough to get up after their departure ? Would he be strong enough to keep living without them ? Would he live or just exist ? Would they even want to hang out with him from time to time ? To ask how he was doing ? Who would they ask that ? Dream maybe ? How would Dream know ? They haven't spend time with each other for so long... maybe it was time for Nightmare to catch up with his brother ? Maybe it was time he finally did something right in his life ? Something good, instead of making everyone he met feel like a piece of garbage ? Maybe Dream would stay a little... ? At least out of pity... ? He was always so nice, surely he would accept to keep him company from time to time...

His phone buzzed on his desk. Nightmare looked at it, frowning, he rarely received any messages. He grabbed it, unlocking it quickly to see who wanted to contact him. It was Killer.

" You can come pick me up now :D waiting at the usual spot kiss kiss •3• "

Nightmare stared at his screen for a while, reading the message over and over again, until his phone locked itself on its own after being left untouched for too long. He saw his reflection in the black screen. He felt ridiculous. So ridiculous. He wanted to laugh, and he laughed, he laughed at the absurdity of the situation, he laughed until it turned into crying, until he cried and choked on all those tears he was fighting since he dropped Killer in the Omega Timeline, the tears he was fighting in bed, during breakfast, he let his soul pound faster and harder, his chest burn, his throat hurt, and his eye and cheeks sting.

He thought he had lost him, he thought he was gone forever and that he would lose the others too, he had been so scared, and for what ? For nothing. For nothing at all. Killer wanted to come back home, he didn't want to leave, he wanted to come back. He had been so scared, so scared to be alone again, to be this lonely little child again, this little child with no friends, no one to talk to, to play with... a terrified little child who just wanted to love and loved... he didn't want to go back to that, he wanted to stay with his boys, he wanted them to stay with him, they were so precious to him, his whole reason to live, he didn't bear the thought of losing them...

But Killer wasn't gone, they were all still here, all at home, they were with him, and he would make it last as long as possible...

- Hey you sure he got connection in this old ass castle ?

Color asked Killer. They have been waiting for Nightmare for almost an hour when he would usually show up not one minute after Killer sent a message.

- He probably got his head in a book, he's such a bookworm I swear.

Killer chuckled, sitting on him bag, humming happily. How could he not be happy ? He spent the whole day with his best friend and was now going back home to play with his other besties !

He truly couldn't be happier.

[gods-perfect-idiots]

Y'all have been so kind and welcoming of my half-baked concepts and unpolished doodles - it has been an uphill battle to fight my own self-judgment and just post my stuff! Anyway, here's another one - this time with more ~spicy memories~ (aka trauma).

The premise for this one: I was thinking about how Logan/Worst Wolverine probably hasn't slept next to someone in years, and how that is partially because he is likely prone to nightmares/sleep terrors and probably gets suddenly violent while still half or fully unconscious - maybe reliving past conflicts, maybe lashing out against his demons, maybe just unprocessed grief and rage coursing through his system when he's sober and has his guard down in sleep.

Here, I imagined him not only getting violent, but also screaming and crying while in this somnabulant state, half-waking in a sudden frenzy of fear and anger, and in the process flipping over on top of Wade and rapidly stabbing him multiple times, through the head and the gut.

Regenerative healing and quick reflexes notwithstanding, I think Wade would be taken aback to be awoken to that kind of sudden attack (not least because I think he sleeps better next to Logan - less jumpy and more restful with his big boy next to him y'know?). But his first thought, even with all six of Logan's claws embedded in his flesh, and horny hallucinations galloping through his skewered brain, would be to comfort Logan and try to bring him back to himself, even while his body and mind struggle to catch up to what's happening.

Continued ramblings and details under the cut lol.

I imagine Logan snapping fully awake and being utterly inconsolable, just collapsing and sobbing uncontrollably onto Wade's chest, blubbering nearly incomprehensibly (a lot of hoarse "I'm sorry"s and "Oh God oh fuck"s) while Wade heals and tries to soothe him with one hand combing through his hair and the other gently stroking up and down his back, trying to make jokes that simply don't reach Logan's grief-stricken psyche.

"It's okay, Peanut, no need to apologize, I'm good already see? That healing factor coming in clutch yet again haha. You do owe me a new mattress though, Mr. Scissorhands - you know how head wounds bleed like a fire hydrant, those pesky blood vessels amiright? Though fully half of all of my blood is a bit further south currently ifyouknowwhatimean... did I ever tell you about the weird response when I get Le Brain Stabbed? I didn't mention it in the Odyssey because, well, heat of the moment and all that, didn't want to stop for an expositional lore drop y'know? Anyway, point is, I get like, *diabolically* horny and hallucinate little cartoon characters to boot, it's pretty wacky tee bee aitch but does take the sting out of a surprise lobotomy so that's something... hey, you still with me, beautiful? Shhh sweetheart, it's okay, you're okay, just let it out, everything's hunky dory peachy keen cupcake unicorn rainbow blowjobs as far as the eye can see, darling honey kitty babycakes..."

But no matter what he says, jokes or not, Logan is just completely unreachable for a while; he just keeps crying and crying into his chest, like he's letting out 200 years of grief and confusion and loneliness and fear all in one fell swoop, his tears mixing with Wade's blood until Wade starts to worry he's getting dehydrated (ever since the time ripper Wade has made it his personal mission to Rehydrate That Old Man - the abs were undoubtedly impressive to behold but also a mark of a deeply desaturated body, and Wade keeps energy drinks and water bottles everywhere now, forcing Logan to drink every chance he gets. Sure, Logan's abs are less defined now, but Wade thinks he's practically started glowing - probably from all the nutrients and hydration, and the constant physical affirmations and calm daily routine probably helps too).

The crying isn't even really about Wade - Logan knows Wade is alive and well, but years of being petrified of hurting anyone he loves, and despite that crippling fear haunting him all his life he still failed to save anyone in his universe, and in fact, not only failed to save them but destroyed their memory by turning around and letting his feelings take over and turn him into (to him) an irredeemable monster, slaughtering anyone who crossed his path until he collapsed from exhaustion. And that haunts him even more, the innocent people he massacred in his supposedly righteous fury... he can't think straight amid the turmoil and all he can do is cling to Wade and cry and cry and cry until eventually he passes out again into a deep dreamless sleep.

It's not the last nightmare he has by any means, or the last time he wakes Wade up with his claws in a frenzied state, but Wade makes a mental note to be prepared so he can wake Logan up from his next half-awake nightmare with something pleasurable instead of painful. (Wade - in a rare moment of self-restraint - doesn't dwell on the whole "brain skewering = horny hallucinations" but he is absolutely BRICKED UP about it and the next couple of times he jerks it, all he can think about is fucking that old man silly until he can't even remember his own name much less the centuries of trauma).

(Spoiler: it works, and over time Logan's nightmares become gradually less debilitating and violent as he starts to associate them with - ahem - more positive feelings and maybe - *maybe* - forgive himself and start to imagine a life where he can be redeemed, can be treated like a good person, can be beloved and cherished and maybe even for a moment feel like he deserves it).

.... sorry this turned into a whole thing but here ya go!

[pulsarsatellite]

The Rainbow Emerges

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[ping1n]

meridia is homophobic. clavicus puts rainbow flags on his shrines during pride month and takes them down immediately after. sanguine is basically the patron god of being gay - this is known to the wise. now controversial take but i think azura would deadname you. she does this regularly to the nerevarine. malacath loves all his children, but especially the bears. hircine heard the word "bear" and they're a little confused but they've got the spirit. if you make a post about cannibalism as a metaphor for intimacy that is a prayer to namira. nocturnal. mephala... not actually homophobic but would out you just to mess with you. we are not discussing molag bal today. boethia is a genderfluid icon. peryite doesnt know what gay means but if you're spreading diseases its all good. sheogorath still considers gay people his children from when homosexuality was considered a mental illness. he's also happily married to haskill. i wanna say jyggalag is homophobic in contrast but hes actually very pro-homo. he wants everything to be homogeneous. mehrunes dagon... on the one hand he nearly destroyed the empire (based). on the other he tortured all those people. mildly problematic but he did make all those demons shirtless so

yeah thats all the princes right - oh wait fuck. ithelia is a terf.

edit: i literally had a list open on uesp when i was making this how did i miss TWO. this series has too many fucking daedra. anyway. remember that post about the extremely large drive filled with gay porn reviews on a charity shop computer? hermaeus mora has that now. originally i confused vaermina with namira (my bad, please no nightmares) but lets just say. she's a friend of nocturnal.

[socksandbuttons]

Come get your Eclipse’s!! I drew 9 of them!! They have... different hues lol (collect the rainbow) -We got OG Eclipse in all his glory, he NEEDS a bow okay! -Good Eclipse (I just personally think he’s a mess actually. Yes he modified his shoes. Mr. Twinkle toes.) -THEN We got Space Eclipse from my space au me and @nekojaf​ talk about! He’s a captain who just shamelessly flirts a poor warp attendant. He got Lunar that space suit. -Swap! Eclipse from the episode! Well my design. Sassy man. Also has a bow and was once tiny which brings up to -Original Swap!Eclipse when he and Lunar shared a body. He was... so small. -Nightmare Eclipse. Must I explain this one? There IS a dream Lunar. -Solrock Eclipse from my Minior Lunar au! Did i post him yet??? Idk - BABY... BABY ECLIPSE. Dubbed Solar by Lunar. The server got wild about the topic lol -Nano Eclipse! If you aren’t familiar with Fusionfall don’t worry. He’s just a small mascot version that hovers around you. And some Size comparisons!

All the eclipse’s are Mostly the same height but I love the idea they arent comfortable with their height so tall they MUST be. Aside baby Eclipse. Solar’s so so so happy being small.

[fandomsfordays21]

Undertale AU/AM idea I have:

So, this idea has been bouncing around in my brain like a ping-pong ball for the past year or so and I've decided to put it out there for you guys. I'm going to post each of the character ideas in their own posts and get around to drawing them at some point once I get through artblock.

So, this idea started as a Rainbow Factory AU where Ink got his vials/paints from other monsters by extracting them from their souls, but it evolved into something much more advanced and complicated that I like to call the SOUL Experiment AU/SEA.

Long story short, Error is a sort of mad scientist who has a fixation on Souls, both human and monster, and experiments with them. (This motivation is caused and motivated by Geno, but that story is for another post.)

These experiments range from extracting different colors from different Monsters and observing the effects they have on Ink, doing studies on the Dreamtale twins (Who work for him in this au while also being studied.) and their empath abilities as well as the corruption Nightmare has, a study on the possibilities of distortion within a Monster Soul (Killer), and the most extreme and groundbreaking of them being the combination of two separate Souls together to create one entity. (These experiments include, the combination of Frisk and Chara, the combination of Dust and Dusttale!Papyrus (Who we call Ash here), and of course, the combination of Cross and X!Chara (Who is simply called X).

Like I said, specifics about the characters will be in their own posts as well as the specifics of my Magic/Soul system, but if you have questions before those come out my ask box is open.

There's a lot of cool ideas I have for this AU and I wanna get around to posting art about it or maybe even writing a fanfic about it.

I hope this gets some traction because I would love to share my ideas with you guys! Please let me know if this idea seems interesting to you so I know if I should keep working on it!

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday 🚒

Tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings and @tizniz who both posted fics for their FF. Make sure to go check them out!

Writing beans have been kind to me the past two days! Yesterday I wrote over 1K for my buddie fantasy au and today I made progress on chapter nine of Rival Firefighter 🚒, which is what today’s snippet is from.

Prev snippet here.

As they’re walking, Chris turns to Buck, his eyes shining with gratitude and happiness. "Thanks for bringing me here, Buck. This was the best day ever!"

Buck smiles warmly at him. “Yeah, it was a pretty great day huh?”

He knows that this day at the zoo with Chris was exactly what he needed, what they needed. They survived a tsunami, and even though that day will always haunt his nightmares, he won’t let it haunt his waking life, especially the moments he spends with Chris. Today he proved to himself that he could take care of Chris, that what happened at the pier wasn’t his fault, just a case of wrong place wrong time. He couldn't have predicted what would happen that day, just like he can’t predict what could happen tomorrow.

They reach the Jeep, Buck opening the back door for Chris and helping him inside before heading to the driver's side. The drive back is filled with laughter, Chris using Buck’s phone to record a video for Eddie relaying stories about their favorite animals from the zoo. Chris sends the video to his dad and then falls asleep with a content smile on his face, his crutches resting beside him.

When they arrive at Eddie’s, Buck uses his key to unlock the front door before going back to the car for Chris, carrying him inside and down the hall to his bedroom, making sure to take his shoes off before tucking him into bed.

Chris stirs, his fluttering open briefly. “Love you, Buck.” He slurs out before falling back asleep.

A rainbow of colors explode from his heart, painting every cell in his body with the love he has for Christopher. It feels so strong and visceral that he’s surprised to find his hand bare of color when he reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from Chris's face.

"I love you too, Chris."

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Hi, fam! Okay, so I'm going to be out at an appointment tomorrow morning, so I'm kicking this off a little bit early. It's technically Wednesday in several timezones and very nearly Wednesday in mine. I'm... also a bit eager to share this, ngl.

I know that I've shared a lot of angst lately, but I swear that's not all I'm doing. 😅 In fact, the actor/playwright AU decided to wallop me in the face out of nowhere after sitting in my WIP folder for months. I'm really excited about it, so I'm gonna share the first scene!

(Also, those of you who have been to New York with me will recognize my favorite brunch spot in this scene lmao.)

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You probably didn't even know I was in the room, but I noticed you straight away. You were talking with your friends, happy and animated and fully alive—a person living in dimensions I couldn’t access—and so beautiful. Your hair was longer then. You were the center of attention, but you weren’t afraid. You had a yellow ipê-amarelo in your pocket. I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen; I'd better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

INT. MOM'S KITCHEN & BAR - HELL'S KITCHEN - LATE MORNING

"I'm telling y'all," Alex is saying, punctuating with dangerously large bites of his pancake burrito. "The dude's a dick." 

It's been two hours since the nightmare audition, but Alex has been on this tirade since June and Nora first slid into the retro diner chairs across from him (at least forty-five minutes ago).

They're at Mom's: a restaurant-bar in midtown that can only be described as millennial nostalgia incarnate. The trio fell in love with it two years back—post-karaoke, stumbling in right before closing—when Alex saw God in their Fruity Pebble pancakes.  Since then, it's been his favorite place to eat his feelings.

Mom's is just really fucking comforting in general, honestly; whether it's the televisions cycling through episodes of 'Rugrats,' 'Dexter's Laboratory,' and 'Hey, Arnold!' or  the rainbow straws and Lisa-Frank-looking menus, Alex can't be sure. It doesn't hurt that they've made friends with several of the waitstaff, including an eccentric bartender, Pez, whose pink hair and painted nails fit right in with the decor. 

Today, it's the combination of breakfast sausage, bacon, eggs and cheese wrapped up in a syrup-soaked pancake that's really doing something for him. It could also be the margarita the size of his face, which Pez placed in front of him before making himself uncharacteristically scarce. But it's fine. He's probably just busy.

Alex won't admit it out loud, but what really helps is having June and Nora here to talk to… even though Nora is scrolling on her phone.

"I'm sorry," June says. She pokes an ice cube with her straw, and Alex watches as it bobs around her mimosa like a buoy. "That sounds like it sucked, but if he's really that rude… maybe you didn't want to work with him anyway."

Nora doesn't look up as she pops a home fry into her mouth. 

"Several sources say he's difficult to work with," she adds, evidently reading about Henry on the internet. "Though, in his defense, his dad did just die, like, three years ago… and there was that whole thing when he came out after. Remember?"

Alex does remember. Henry's grandmother, Mary Mountchristen, runs a pretty major company that used to own half the theatres on the West End. When Henry came out last year, she tried blacklisting his shows from her properties to punish him—which totally backfired when it got around. At least a dozen other queer writers and producers started talking about how they were also denied the space, and Mary was stoned on the streets of the theatre district. Like, metaphorically. 

Alex, Nora, and June had just moved to New York, but between June's position at Newsday and both Alex and Nora on the audition circuit, it was all anyone in their new circles could talk about. They were some of the first to know when the Mountchristens were bought out of their properties and Henry moved to the States.

This show is the first of Henry's being produced here—and it's autobiographical, which Alex has to admit is pretty fucking baller. So, yeah, Nora's not wrong. He has reason to be standoffish. Still, it doesn't explain why Alex was only halfway through his audition monologue when Henry abruptly stood up and exited stage left as if pursued by a bear.

He shoves another forkful into his mouth. "It's just, like, they're the only people who let me into the room," he says, barely finishing chewing. "Nobody wants to take me seriously, and I really thought this was my shot, you know?"

June and Nora both know Alex is having a hard time landing serious roles after growing up on a sitcom—Nora more than most, as his former co-star. What they don't know is that losing this role, specifically, feels like a kick to the stomach. From the moment Alex saw the script, he wanted to be a part of it. He can't even explain why, and now he'll never figure it out. Henry wouldn't give him a chance.

"It wasn't your only shot, and you know it." Nora fixes him with a look. "Seriously, I get it—I do—but it's just one play, buddy."

June nods. "Something will happen for you, baby brother."

At that, Alex finally groans. "Okay, calling me baby brother doesn't help me feel better about the entertainment industry infantili—"

"—itty bitty, teeny weeny—"

Alex throws a home fry at her face. 

It bounces off her forehead and into the giant gauntlet holding her mimosa with a very unappetizing splash. Just as Alex throws his hands into the air with a victorious whoop, his phone buzzes on the table. 

A glance is all it takes for him to see that it's his agent, Zahra.

"Damn," he says, deflating. There goes that upswing. "You answer it."

June balks. "Me?"

"I don't need to hear how fucking badly it went. Trust me, I got the message." Alex blinks innocently, like he's six years old again, asking her to lie to their mom about that broken vase. "Please, Bug? Besides, Zahra actually likes you."

"Everyone likes me." June rolls her eyes, but she caves—answering the phone with a haughty, "Alex Claremont-Diaz's office," before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, Z. It's me… No, Alex is feeling a little sensitive today."

(He throws another home fry at her. This one misses.)

To her credit, June's face remains totally blank as Zahra no doubt tells her how Alex insulted Henry Fox's name and all of his inbred ancestors just by showing up, or whatever—which is extremely annoying and unhelpful—but, once she says goodbye and sets the phone back down on the table, her face breaks out into a grin.

"Guess you didn't suck too bad," she says. "They want you for the part."

He doesn't know if it's Nora throwing herself at him or the shock that knocks him onto the floor.

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