#i should write more :///

[heya-moth]

Kremy crawling into bed with Gideon because he’s cold blooded and currently freezing. He figures that even just sharing a bed with a fire genasi will warm him up.

Gideon cuddles right up to him while fully asleep, Kremy cannot escape. Not like he tried to anyways

Them waking up like that and Kremy immediately spitting out 100+ reasons and excuses as to why he got into bed with him

Gideon just shrugging and saying “if you’re cold you’re cold. I don’t really mind.”

They’ve slept in the same bed ever since, ironically of course

[if-mirrormine]

Lbr, the drabble of Grayson confessing their love multilingually lives RENT FREE in my head. I don't need smut when I have that 💘

one of my best honestly

[gamerbearmira]

CURSE OF RA

Nah but this is me somewhat exploring that Candy Witch Alma storyyyyy because um. Why not.

Also I just really want to write Julieta and Mirabel.

Eh eh eh

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"Mirabel! What have I told you abiut going to the village center? It's dangerous!" Julieta scolded, though there was no real anger in her voice--only worry.

"¿Pero por qué, mamá?" Mirabel threw her hands up, her frustration obvious. "Why can't we? We follow some dumb rule, but why?"

Julieta flinched at the word "dumb", before sighing deeply. "Mirabel...you know your abuela doesn't like it," she turned, avoiding Mirabel's gaze slightly. "She always says--"

"I know, I know. 'Don't go to the village, the humans are dangerous!' But why are they dangerous?" Mirabel asked desperately, her voice reflecting that. Julieta was silent. Mirabel huffed, kicking the ground before turning. "Of course you won't say. None of you ever do."

"Mirabel, it's for your protection--" Julieta started but Mirabel cut her off.

"Protection from what, mamá?!" Mirabel yelled, a bit louder than she intended. Julieta was frozen at the raising of her voice. Mirabel blinked, her eyes widened before shrinking in on herself. "I'm...lo siento, mamá. I didn't mean to yell."

Julieta's eyebrows furrowed further. "Mirabel...I know you want to talk to the humans. You, and Camilo, and Antonio--even the older girls," Julieta moved towards Mirabel, who sat down at the kitchen island. She leaned against the counter, trying to meet her daughter's eyes. "But humans are a danger. To all of us."

"What about Papá? And Tío Félix? They're human!" Mirabel argued. Julieta shook her head.

"They're...different. Them, their families, they aren't from the village. They're Outsiders."

"Outsiders?" Mirabel asked softly.

Julieta stood, walking over to the nearby wall, where several family photos and paintings hung. Julieta's hand drifted over one that had Alma, Julieta, and her other two younger siblings, Pepa and Bruno, when they were still only toddlers. No older then maybe 3.

"A long, long time ago, your Abuela, she..." Julieta paused, turnung from the photo. "She placed a curse on the village."

Mirabel gasped softly. Cursed the village? But she would never do that. Her abuela never used her magic on the humans, not unless it was deeply necessary. So the thought of her, some odd amount of years ago, cursing the entire village? It was absurd.

"Why did she curse the village?" Mirabel asked, her voice softer. She could smell the lingering scent of salt, something that always happened whenever the mood of Casita began to drop. It was stronger, overpowering the usual caramel scent that followed her mother.

"Because of what happened to mí papá. Your Abuelo Pedro," Julieta said softly, turnung away. She almost seemed afraid. Maybe even ashamed to some extent.

Mirabel knew better than to press about what happened to her abuelo. None of her siblings or primos knew. The adults never spoke of it. It was a forbidden topic, one that was never said, but silently enforced. The 13-year-old was guilty now, staring into her hands. She stood, walking over to her mother and hugging her tightly. Julieta seemed a bit shocked, as if snapped out if a self-induced trance, but she quickly returned the hug.

"I'm sorry, Mamá," Mirabel mumured softly. "I'll stay away from the village square. Me, Camilo, and Antonio. I promise."

Julieta's tired eyes glistened softly as she hugged her daughter close. "Thank you mija. You know I only want you to be safe."

"I know," Mirabel laughed quietly. "I know."

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WHATTTT OMINOUS SOUND EFFECT

Nah, but I did have fun writing this. Likely later I will be posting a resident evil snippet. I'm already hype for the next game 🗣🗣 I need to buy a new game console.

Also I need my lorcana cards. I come back and there's already a whole nother enchanted card, meanwhile my dumb ass doesn't even have the first or even all the Madrigals.

Its ok, I got this tho

K BYEEE

[robindrake93]

Swiped left on Alex's instagram and am vividly reminded of all my billdip vivisection fics. 😳

[snicklesnek]

Silly Game Time: It's the middle of the night--not 12 midnight, but the *true* middle equally between sundown and sunrise, when it's darkest. There is no moon, and the sky is veiled by clouds.

This is when three witches meet. What are they discussing?

A congress of witches? Gath'ring in accordance to Sol's dimmest light? The inevitable truth henceforth is evidence not but of unbridled anguish; taxes.

[gdp03]

Um... hello.

Feels like forever since I've opened the app. I get the feeling that I should actually start writing something instead of just lazing around. Now that the test period is over in school, I think I can turn my attention to the ideas I have in mind for a story.

That said, I've also bought the FNaF movie novel just recently. I think it's a necessary step I need to take if I want to make a more accurate characterization (even if I'm writing fiction).

I will create the story... eventually.

[theflirtmeister]

“i genuinely do not understand how people watch saw and think these characters like each other” didn’t you make a whole ass fic of Hoffman eating Amanda’s pussy?. And btw where’s more hoffmanda?!

he ate her pussy with HATRED

[mechanicalhandsyaoi]

i fear checking the butchlander tag on ao3 every day is not good actually

[ralvezfanatic]

honestly everytime i see shipping prompts/plots or anything.. my mind automatically imagines them as ralvez. unless it's kinda angsty. but if it somehow mentions an old relationship or smth, i think moreid -> ralvez yk

AND LIKE I BE IMAGINING SUCH GOOD FICS BC OF PROMPTS AND SHI but im so lazy to write them or i start plotting them as im going to sleep.. so i forget them often...

[spottedside]

there are exactly 3 ozzy x drix fics on ao3 that are ONLY THEM and not thrax too

[kalvinbrnine]

- jon fosse’s search for peace (the new yorker, 2022)

i think this is so interesting idk !

[the-reverse-mermaid]

Scrolling through your fics on ao3 because need to remind myself that you exist and I need you to know that You Say Jump was the first vat7k fic I ever read and it confused me so much when I walked into the fandom and they were drawing VARIAN getting possessed. I was like “But it’s Hugo?” I just thought the fandom was really stupid because they didn’t know it was Hugo who got possessed

HEHEHE THAT’S INCREDIBLE!!!

[cartoonsbyandie]

Tag Game: Ten First Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I was tagged by @marshmallowgoop

I'm also interpreting this to mean "most recently worked on" and including WIPs.

“I have a few questions for you. I know you’ve already been read your rights,” he said, shutting the door behind him. [”???”]

It was a blue box truck, the kind made for delivering freight through crowded city streets like Beika, the Isuzu logo plastered proudly on the front grill. [”Look Both Ways,” Bride of Halloween fic]

There had been something haunting them, long before Richard's murder-magnetism had kicked into high gear. [“The View from Makeout Bridge,” KogoMegure one-shot.]

Richard made a mental note that if he ever wanted to win a game of hide-and-seek, he should just pay Division Two a visit. Because that was the last place he’d ever expect to find himself, and he was literally standing here right now. [“Witness Statement,” NakaMouri fic.]

"You didn't beat me yet, Kaiba! I activate Contagion of Madness!" The card was recognized, every shred of confidence draining from Kaiba’s face, illuminated by a blinding light that filled the battlefield. [”Critias the Traitor,” mostly-abandoned Orichalcos!Kaiba AU canon rewrite.]

Kew understood the world of the living for what it wasn’t. [Short story file, original characters.]

I tag: idk whoever hasn’t done it, I was tagged in this forever ago

[annamelia-art]

I can't remember if I reblogged a post I saw a while ago about lost stories because of lost storage, but today I was sorting out my creep and found this:

[ID: A left hand holding a black 3.5 inch diskette with a majority white label with a blue bar along the top with printed white text reading Gold Master. On the white portion of the label are several different handwritten labels - "Story 1", "Origins", "Story disk 1", "Do not overwrite", "Kat's disk 2 😺". in the background there is a basket with a sewing box and a paint palette sticking out of it. End image description]

This disk has, I assume, some of my old stories on it, but l cannot remember which ones, or anything about it, and I have no way of accessing it.

I am assuming the Kat on the disk is my cousin, since that's not my name 🤷‍♀️ like, she's the only Kat I knew at the time this was still a current technology...

[galaxywhump]

I'm so sorry you're having a hard time my friend. Sending you love ❤️

So, why do you like the trope "mouth sewn shut" so much? And what got you to love it? 👀

-- @whumperofworlds

Thank you so much friend ❤️

Oooh okay, so I'm a fan of characters being silenced in general, but mouth sewn shut adds the aspect of being kind of out of left field, so it's more shocking to the character in most circumstances. Duct tape or cloth is a classic, muzzles are a bit more out there, but needle and thread? It's a whole new level of horrifying.

I also like that it takes time, so there's a process to describe. The whumper has to be precise and focused, the whumpee is forced to stay still, otherwise the needle might slip. I suppose it just fits into my love for Realizations, gives the whumpee more time to think about how messed up what's happening to them is.

And, of course, I like the aesthetic.

[someonewhos-world]

She didn't understand. Where did it all go wrong?

Socks hitting the wooden floor of her house as the walls and beams creaked dangerously as the flames and overwhelming heat licked at her heels. It burned, the overwhelming heat against her tanned skin and it nipped at her skirt-- It latched onto her skirt. But she was too distracted on trying to find a way out--

She stopped, catching something in the corner of her eye. She turned her head, staring out the window to stare towards the woods.

She didnt understand.

She couldnt understand.

She wanted to understand. Understand why she couldn't move,why she felt so. So overwhelmed and uncomfortable and displeased. In her own burning house.

Everything was starting to hurt. It was too warm. Her eyes widened as she tore her gaze away from the treeline--That thing in the tree line-- She cried out, trying to run back out of the house. She threw herself at her front door. Oh. She never changed that double lock did she? She never asked her dad to do it for her,did she? She didnt do a lot of things. Didnt tell Harleen what happened in that basement. What she did with that pipe.

Her hand wrapped around the knob of the back door and reached back as she cried out in pain. The knob was too hot. Cold burning. A low groan creaked above her, Head snapping up in a panic she she shouldered the door. Hands grabbing the burning knob, cursing and yelling.

She didnt understand. Where did it all fall apart? Everyone was so happy. Everyone was fine. Everything was fine. Things were good. The beams groaned before all began to fall and crumble in. Caving.

She understood now. As she screamed and was pinned. Flames licking and biting at her flesh as she wriggled,writhed and screamed. She screamed and hacked and coughed and screamed some more. She understood now. Nails scraping against the burning floorboards.

Chetan understood. She understands now. This was a game. A game to the thing outside. Everyone was its victim. Everyone was just a pawn. It was doing this out of sick pleasure of just having fun. It was sick.

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"Hi,[REDACTED]. as you can see behind me, there are still Firefighters putting the flames out,but this house is unsalvageable. The cause of the fire is still under investigation."

Someone lived in that house.