#i think thats everything lmk

[sprixyn]

just gonna be honest about pluralkty shiton here if i havent been super upfront already i dont remmeber but i could write like an essay about last night i got too high and slightly tipsy and caffeinated and nicotine and... MORE than one prescription medication LMFAOO anyways it eas mainly the weed it made me super introspective and front stuck and it was terrifying it was like they were behind a pane of glass trting to help me. but yeah i figured out that

1 i might have been around since we were 14

2 I AM PROBABLY LIKE 14 .. and i thought iw as the host and like 18-20 before for the past like over half a year. so this is making a lot of sense why ie as gaslkghting myswlf so much and in so much denial that i shut all my weyrmates out

and 3 im quite possible a madoka introject or ar the very least became very strongly kinning her to the point where i might even have false memories. so this is very interesting. but yea. idk. been freaking out and playing ukulele to calm down but i wanna be in my dark cold room under a weighted blanket rn and im not im SO burnt out after the last like.. 72 hours honestly. nah after my whole life up to this point..im all burned up babyyy theresonly ashes left. that would make a good song that metaphor someone rem in nf me later

-holly

[greenieart]

I was inspired.

[seiwas]

SEL MY SEL …….. crawling over here for the ask game …………… you already know . who i’m going to ask for phdkdjdkdb IN MY DEFENSE I WILL NEVER GET OVER YOUR VERSION OF HIM !!!!!!!

….. sugu ….. with ’sun’ ……. maybe 👉👈

(🍵 <- a little matcha for your troubles … good luck with the writing exercises my loveee <33 i’m cheering you on!!!)

ARI 🥹🥹🥹🥹 hehe ofc i shall write sugu for u! writing him is always so fun 🥹 thank you for the prompt, and for the matcha!! i will be sipping it as i write this 🥹 it is not a trouble at alllll!! esp if it's for youuuuu 🫶

contains: beautiful, gorgeous, sexy neighbor suguru, mood can be a bit unsettling... honestly a little stockholm syndrome-y (does this count as dark? idk 😭), skewed concept of reality and time

suguru + sun

you move into a new neighborhood on your 24th birthday.

it's a quaint house, fully furnished with wooden panels lining its contemporary build. you consider yourself lucky for finding a place this well-kept at the price point you offered. you're honestly surprised that suguru, your now landlord, accepted your application.

the area sits a few kilometers on the outskirts of the city, but it feels neither too quiet nor too busy; a perfect balance with an impressive view of the rising sun this early in the morning. that, and the people seem friendly, greeting you as they pass by. they even offer to help you haul things out of your car and into the house.

to the right of your house is one that holds the same design elements at yours, although a bit darker in its tones. it's sleek and modern, befitting of a bachelor.

"you must be the new tenant," a voice speaks from behind you, syrupy and smooth. you didn't even hear his footsteps.

when you turn around, you're met with a tall man who greets you with his arms held behind his back as he tilts his head low. there's a calmness that radiates off him, a sort of gentleness that signals he’s someone you can trust.

you nod, introducing yourself with your hand outstretched towards him.

"suguru," he replies as his fingers grab yours delicately. your eyes widen in surprise, recognizing the name, and he merely chuckles in return, a soft laugh that brings out kindness in his eyes.

"i should greet you properly," he lets go of your hand, placing it back behind him. "hello, new neighbor."

.

over shared breakfasts by your porch and impromptu dinners over at his, you grow a liking to suguru. he's polite and thoughtful, often knocking at your door in the mornings to offer you a cup of tea to watch the sunrise.

"you'll only find sunrises like this here," he leans back on the wooden chair you set out as outdoor furniture. his head tilts towards you slightly, impossibly close as you notice the corner of his lips curl up into a small grin.

hues of pinks, purples, and orange blend to illuminate his face perfectly. the sun is beautiful in front you, peeking between clouds as it inches away from the horizon, but something about him is infinitely more magnetic. your stare is immediately drawn to his lips, smooth and supple, before it meets his gaze.

you don't know what's worse―wanting to lean in or be pulled by the look in his eyes.

he fixes things that break in your home, always somehow knowing just when to show up. at first, it was your windows, the one by the attic, too high and dangerous for you to climb; then, it was your kitchen sink, its pipes regurgitating the water going down the drain. he's begun to bring you your groceries too, often asking for a list of what you need when he makes trips out of town.

your days blur easily when you're with suguru, and time passes almost fleetingly as you find your hours filled with soft laughs and touches so delicate you sometimes wonder whether they're real.

it should be noted, you think, how much time has passed since you first met him―an anniversary of some sort.

.

you learn that he owns both houses―his and the one you're currently renting. it once belonged to a friend who had to move for bigger, greater responsibilities elsewhere, he'd said.

"why did you decide on renting?" you ask him one night, over wine and candlelight.

your fingers fiddle with his as he sits you on his lap, this thing between you growing more intimate lately. he rubs his thumb along your thigh, resting his chin by your shoulder.

"you could have sold it or something."

he presses his lips gently on your collarbone.

"i could've," his fingers trail up to your waist, crossing your chest before landing on your chin, cupping it lightly to face him. your heart is hammering in your chest, senses on fire as his nose kisses yours. you think you can count every mole that dots his face beautiful. then, he inches closer, lips grazing yours as he whispers, "but i was waiting for you."

.

you mark each day at sunrise.

your digital clocks and calendars stopped working after some time, but you don't mind. suguru always tells you what date it is when you ask.

this morning, you wake up in his bed, and the sun is still as breathtaking as you remember it, the same pink, purple, and orange hues streaming through his window. when you look closely, the clouds―

"good morning," he brings you tea in bed, his hair topped off with a bun, a half-up-half-down.

your stomach fills itself with something warm and fuzzy as you smile at him, "morning."

"slept well?" his hand reaches for your waist under the duvet, and you giggle, ticklish.

"very," you crane your neck to land a soft kiss on his lips. "what date is it today?"

"october 28," he supplies.

your eyebrows shoot up as you realize, "i have to bring my car to the mechanic."

it's been 6 months now since your last check, right before you moved, and though you barely use your car anyway, it's best to be safe.

you quickly move to get up but suguru's hand keeps you in place, firmly pressed on your waist.

"i'll do it," he says with a smile on his face, "you rest here."

.

you barely see your other neighbors except for the girl who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and the twins down the street.

when you ask suguru about it, he dismisses the question quickly, saying, "must have moved," as he urges you to take another sip of your tea.

you dream of them that night, on bare streets; it wakes you in a cold sweat, the image of your neighborhood reduced to just your house and suguru's.

.

this is the 200th sunrise since you started counting, which means this is the 200th day since you and suguru officially got together. kind of.

your gift for him is a painting of the sunrise, because it reminds you of him; and because it's become your favorite thing to look forward to, too.

the pinks and purples blend together beautifully as it contrasts with the orange hues, and the sun continues to peak above the horizon as it settles between clouds.

suguru kisses you when you give it to him, the taste of tea right on his tongue.

he frames it on his bedside, and when you wake in his room the next morning, it greets you along with the back of his head, fast asleep.

your eyes flit to the view outside his window, the same pinks, purples, and orange hues. you tilt your head curiously, brows furrowing. the sun stays at the same spot above the horizon, and when you look at the painting again, the clouds hold the same position and shape.

a chill washes over you, your hearbeat pounding.

.

"what date is it today?" you ask suguru as you wash the potatoes in the sink.

another bag of groceries from suguru. now that you think about it, you don't think you've ever gone to the grocery store since moving.

"is it important?" he responds, slightly snappy. you've begun to notice that he hates it when you ask lately.

you eye him from the side.

"i was thinking of preparing a menu of what we'll eat during the holidays, if it's near."

the furrow on his brows smooths out as you give your answer, and so he says, "december 5."

and you know something is wrong, because that can't be it. it doesn't make sense with the sunrises you've counted.

.

you dream again, more and more as the days go by―dirt roads and your house and suguru's, run-down and empty. more things start breaking in your apartment, and suguru always knows when they need to be fixed.

there's a deep, twisting feeling in your stomach that intensifies, festering under your skin; it worsens in the mornings, when you sit with suguru at your porch and you think you see a crack in the sunrise.

.

sunrise valley the place where the sun never sets! ─── beautiful, bright, and destined for people who live just like you! find your new home here.

[DISCONTINUED] — FOR DEMOLITION ON DECEMBER 7. under investigation for suspicious spiritual activity and missing persons.

[lunesart]

i literally cannot stop

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[yooniesim]

tw more stupidity, misgendering rip

Anon: *writes an entire dissertation about me to someone else*

Also anon: *doesn't even know my pronouns*

Now bitch... 😭

(btw, plum. you *knew* i use he/they, you put he in the tags, but still chose to post that ask. you didn't know whether it was intentional misgendering by the anon or not, but you still CHOSE to post it bc it was critical of me. Not just calling me she/her once, but many times. So yes: while the anon may have been unintentional, YOU intentionally posted it while *clearly knowing* that was not the pronoun I use, so YOU intentionally misgendered me. You could have edited the ask or just not posted it at all, but you didn't do either of those things. Then you had to be flippant about it, talking about "not giving me fuel". Maybe if you don't want to give people evidence of your bad behavior, you should think before you speak. As a nb person, you should know better. And btw. Yes, you are antiblack, ableist, and generally an asshole.)

[tired-of-being-nice]

taking a quick pause from febuwhump and starting on @whumpsday's conflict whump challenge!!!! i was VERY excited about the man vs. society prompt in particular, as it gives me an excuse to do some proper expositing for the story i've been posting

content: dystopia, systemic whump (i think that's the right term?), brief reference to brainwashing and violence, really unhealthy workplace culture, sleep deprivation, forgetting to eat, general Man I Hate Capitalism vibes

Life is simple. You're born. You grow up. You choose which company to stake your life to. You pick the one you think will exploit you the least. You realize you were wrong. You keep your head down and try to be obedient and hope no one notices you. You look away and don't complain and try to find little bright spots here and there, just enough to keep you going until you die. 

Of course, some people aren't satisfied with this. Some people try to fight it. Some people have stupid hopes and idealistic dreams about taking down the system from the inside. Some people are very, very wrong, and look where it gets them.

Supposedly, Milo is doing very well for themself. Supposedly, they're the top employee at their company. In actuality, all that really means is an excuse to keep piling more work on them, a bunch of coworkers who hate them, getting dizzy from exhaustion every time they stand up, and...

(You can't take down the system by yourself, of course. Milo had a friend—a best friend, even. Now, all that remains of it is a brainwashed shell, who out of what Milo can only assume is some sick sense of dramatic irony is tasked with hunting down anyone who tries to fight or flee the Company, or really anyone it feels like. Now, the only times they interact are when it's trying to hunt Milo for sport or when it's sobbing in an alleyway somewhere because it's employers don't mind letting it bleed and bruise and break as long as it keeps anyone from running.

Even so, Milo envies it sometimes. At least it doesn't remember everything it's lost.)

Milo's stomach growls, snapping them out of their brief reverie. Hm. That's right, they didn't have time for dinner today, and they spent their whole lunch break trying to stop crying. They never eat breakfast anymore, either, so...oh, that's not good. Maybe they should—

There's a chime from their email inbox, and Milo sighs and pulls it up. It's a very politely worded request for them to do just one more thing before clocking out for the night.

Milo glances at the clock. It's 2:49 AM. Their vision is blurry and their wrists ache from typing. They barely remember what sleep in their own bed feels like.

They send a reply in the affirmative. No rest for the wicked, it seems. They'll work here until sleep overwhelms them and hope that when it does, they'll dream about the good old days, of having Coren by their side, ready to take on the world. Back when they thought happiness was possible.

[spidergangforever]

OK I've got one for Huntsman.

You're able to track through scent and a keen eye for tracks in various terrains. Have you ever tracked big game, like say...a moose? And if you did, have you kept anything as souvenir like the horns?

~ Princess Anon (👸)

I always say "Morning" because if it was a good morning I would be Hunting

[fishtank32]

Lmk doodle page that turned into a dragonfruit doodle page. I love them sm.

[yamiiwaii]

🎭 🍑: 1, 7, 19, 23, 30

im assuming the masks are for macaque so !! for the ship game

1) What's their love languages?: wukongs love languages are definitely gift giving, physical touch, and acts of service. macaques are spending time together, words of admiration, and also physical touch. theyre both touch starved as hell idc what anyone says

7) Who is the more romantic one?: theyre both a little romantic just in different areas, i think. wukongs real into making big, grand gestures and being outwardly romantic and showy while macaque is good with his words and can woo someone with just a few sentences. to me personally, id say wukong is the more romantic one rather than mac because wukong puts a lot more into his gestures than macaque does.

19) How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?: macaque is a pretty reserved guy, preferring to keep quiet and to himself because thats what hes used to, so i think hes the type to show he cares through little house chores. he cooks for wukong, cleans for him, helps watch over the mountain, things like that. it keeps mac busy and it helps lessen any stress on wukong so it works out for both of them. Wukong, i think, is a lot less subtle in everything he does so most of his caring gestures are him bringing macaque something that reminded wukong of him. but when theyre alone together, just having wukong there to listen is enough to show macaque he cares.

23) Do they like pickup lines?: YEAH YEAH YEAH WUKONG ESPECIALLY !! wukong looooves using pickup lines on macaque and they always. work. macaque gets so flustered over them and he thinks theyre stupid and corny but thats not gonna stop wukong !!!

30) Free space!: macaque LOVES to steal wukongs clothes, like all the time. i headcanon macaque to be shorter than wukong so in my head wukongs clothes would be a little more baggy on macaque especially if theyre already baggy on wukong. macaques a hoodie stealer and even a shirt stealer and he only ever takes wukongs favorite articles of clothing because that means he wears them alot which equals nice, good ol wukong smell. (i headcanon wukong smells like peaches, rain dew, and dirt. he has this really earthy smell and macaque cant get enough of it) wukongs perfectly fine with macaque taking his clothes, he encourages it half the time, he just wishes mac would stop taking the ones he wears the most because he needs them

[thisismeracing]

Would anyone be interested in being my beta reader/proofreading my pieces?

[puppppppppy]

uhh. uhhhhh

[somefisher]

Idk if its just me but ive never seen tigress and po as romantic or even like. Implied to be? Like when i was a kid but also upon rewatching the movies even now i dont really see them as anything other then like... A close friendship. I cant really think of any scenes where their relationship had romantic tones to it

[lord-shitbox]

Anytime I'm remotely near some kind of situation that could make me feel shame my brain starts flashing lights and blaring extreme warning sirens

[seiwas]

i can’t stop writing col gojo n reader in shy and lowkey giddy interactions 😭😭

[1o1percentmilk]

enshittification real

[dandyshucks]

going to cry because i am worried i won't finish all the crochet gifts in time :''")