#i'll probably never write this but i liked the idea

[loveharlow]

I'm currently sick, so

can u do Travis Martinez x sick reader. Where they're in the wilderness and she has a high fever, so Travis takes care of her 😇

Thank you so much I love your writing 💓

i can try, please tell me how you like it because i've never written for yellowjackets because while i love the show, the plot confuses me a bit, this is probably not as fluffy as you were hoping IM SO SORRY (an idea came to mind, i had to indulge)

swearing, illness, mentions of vomit, mentions to cannibalism, set pre-s3 & during early s2 after they ate jackie

The fire crackled, the sound traveling from the cabin's living area to the kitchen, where you lay with your head in Travis's lap. He pressed a cool, damp cloth to your forehead, a bowl of melted snow beside him.

You'd all been stranded in the wilderness for months. It was inevitable that someone would fall sick eventually. Whether from the relentless weather, lack of...food, or something else, you didn't know. What you did know was that your skin was burning, yet you couldn't stop shivering, and you'd already vomited up your last meal.

"Feelin' any better?" Travis asked, dabbing the wet cloth against your forehead. You peered up at him weakly, meeting his brown eyes with a small frown. "Sorry... dumb question."

"...'s fine," you mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around you. "You shouldn't be so close," you advised, gently pushing his hand away from your head. "Last thing we need is two sick people."

"I'll be fine," Travis insisted, dipping the cloth in the bowl. He reached to place it back on your forehead, but you caught his wrist with what little strength you had.

"I'm serious, Travis," you warned, your eyes hardening. You glanced over your shoulder at the others, scattered and sleeping in the living room. Dread filled your gaze before you turned back to Travis, fear evident in your eyes. "You...you haven't seen the way some of them have been looking at me." Your voice shook. "Like... like they're waiting." A tear escaped and rolled down your cheek.

Travis shook his head, brushing your hair behind your ear. "They're not—" He stopped himself from offering a false reassurance. "...What happened with Jackie, it was a survival thing-"

"You know it was more than that," you countered immediately, shaking your head. "We ate her, Trav," you asserted. "We... we all ate her like it was nothing. Like she wasn't our captain. Like she wasn't our friend. Like she wasn't a person. And I can see it in some of their eyes..." You trailed off, your heart pounding. "They're waiting to do it again. And I feel like I'm in a cage with lions or something-" You panicked.

"Hey, it'll be okay," he tried to comfort you, pulling your head further into his lap as your breathing grew rapid. "Natalie and I have been out hunting. We haven't found anything yet, but—"

"And you won't," you sighed. "Not in this weather. And you're really just looking for Javi, I know."

Travis's face twisted, a mild expression of hurt at the mention of his missing brother. "He...He's my brother—"

"I'm not blaming you," you reassured him, placing a weak hand on his leg as you calmed yourself. "I know you want to find him. We all do." You smiled weakly. "...All I'm saying is, with the way things are..."

"Don't," he snarled, looking away.

"Travis..." You tried to sit up.

"They're not gonna fucking eat you," he snapped.

"Look at me," you argued with the most conviction in your voice in days. "I've been sick for almost a week. I can't keep anything down, and it's freezing. There's a very real possibility of me dying out here, Travis." You were blunt. "...You know what Lottie told me this morning?" You continued, swallowing harshly as you finally found the strength to push yourself up, glancing briefly at Lottie sleeping nearby. "She said I'm 'fighting the wilderness's decision'. That it's already chosen, and I'm fighting against what it wants."

"Don't...listen to Lottie. She's been spewing bullshit ever since we got here—"

"That's not my point," you dismissed him, tears now flowing freely. "I... I don't know what we're becoming out here, Travis. And it's happening to all of us. And it doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel good." You emphasized the words. "If...being sick is what takes me out of here, I'll be grateful—"

"Don't talk like that."

"I'm being honest," you continued, despite his protest. "But please," you started, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at you. "You have to promise me something." Your eyes locked onto his. "Promise me that if I die...you won't let them eat me."

He just stared at you, a conflicted look on his face as his brown eyes searched yours.

"Travis." You shook his face slightly, snapping him out of his thoughts, bringing his face slightly closer to yours. "Take me somewhere and bury me, tell them I left, I don't care what you do but do not. let them. eat me." You gritted, voice still thick with illness. "Promise me."

"...I promise."

©loveharlow.

[ysaefinn]

hey I'm the anon that sent in the butler suguru ask and I wanted to say your response was so scrumptious I've been lowkey kicking my feet to it the last few days 🤭😊

I have also returned with new thoughts about mommy!suguru. I've been obsessed with the idea of Suguru doing everything possible to get you into his house (this is before you're officially dating) and then manufacting scenarios to convince you to stay longer and longer and longer and ... hold on, where did you used to live again? for example, your apartment floods and suguru jumps at the opportunity to invite you to live with him for the next week or so. as soon as you get inside his house he's mothering you at every turn, cooking elaborate meals for you, getting more and more affectionate over time... and when you say that your apartment is finally clear for you to move back in, suddenly there's a thousand reasons why you can't move out. his house is just so much closer to your work, your apartment could flood again, he'll be so sad without you, don't you like living with him? you should just keep living with him and keep letting him pamper you and you should quit your job and you should spend all your time with him... right?

anyway, i love your writing so much, hope you are having a lovely day/night ❤️

Butlernon you have graduated with a degree in mommysuguology.

My heart accepts this very easily which could only mean that it's canon, you're a little stray kitten to him and he's trying his hardest to lure you into his arms where he could keep you forever and ever and ever.

You never really know when you started dating him, you somehow find yourself in his house, probably thanks to him inviting you for dinner and bribing you with food and affection to keep you longer, then it's "Oh but it's too cold you'll get sick" "its too early to leave, at least have some breakfast" (while stacking up your plate and coaxing you into finishing your food so by then you'd be too stuffed to move 😭😭) or "why don't you stay for dinner? I'll drive you home after" and he's playing with your hair to make you sleepy right after <///3 soon enough he's picking you up from and to work and dropping you off at his place every time, Suguru's love life is all you so there's no mistaking his intentions either, movie nights consist of holding you in his lap "for warmth" and hand feeding you snacks, you could ask to go home to pick up some of your clothes but he'll just smile and puts you in his clothes, he will very casually mention sharing the same bed with you bcuz "it must be so cold for you at night, poor thing"

Before he leaves for work (only when he absolutely has to, he'd rather be your full time caretaker anyway) he gives you a little peck on the lips AGAIN VERY CASUALLY, and picks you up to kiss you again when he's back home.

All this to say that he doesn't care about a label, although when you bring it up he starts to hyper-fixate on being your husband and caretaker, ultimately he thinks the love he has for you far transcends what all these other peasant couples have THE MAN WANTS YOU INSIDE HIS WOMB AND YOU'RE OVER HERE TALKING ABOUT "will you be my boyfriend? 🥺👉👈" that isn't to say that he'll laugh at you or reject you or anything he is happy that you want him as well!!! It just makes him chuckle a little lol

[creatingblackcharacters]

a while back I sent an ill-worded question about words used to describe skin complexion, so first of all I want to apologise for how my question came across for you, the anger it caused and how careless my phrasing was in that regard. it wasn't meant that way, but of course that doesn't negate the damage done.

I've been debating what to say and how to say it, or whether I should just silently take the L on this miscommunication and leave it, because ultimately that's what it was. I never meant "how does that read to you?" as in "do you understand the words I'm saying?", frankly it didn't even cross my mind that questioning your understanding could be a genuine meaning of my words. that's just not how it makes sense to me.

I meant "how does that read to you?" as in "how does the very use of those words rooted in whiteness come across to Black readers when applied to Black characters by white writers?" (could I have been this clear? sure, if it had occurred to me that my question without explaining my full entire thought process could be terribly misconstrued, but it obviously did not occur to me, so here we are. all I can do is try to do better and I am trying).

though I have to say, in its own way the reply you gave me sheds light on that question. the descriptors all carry an implication, regardless of whether we have begrudging understanding that we all know what they are supposed to convey because we've learned the words and their meanings and we can use our brains to decipher context. though it brings me back to my question - how does the use of descriptors like paling/blanching/deathly pallor/etc. come across for Black readers? does it show the intent and care this blog is advocating for? is that something that takes people out of the story, especially when they know the author is white? and in that sense, are physiological descriptions preferred then?

ideally writers would make the effort to actually figure out how to describe Black complexion, it seems like the natural conclusion here, but for me it also begs the question what the equivalent to "to pale" for dark skin is, and I suspect the answer is there is none. (or maybe I just haven't encountered it?)

ultimately, I want to use my words in a good way, in a way that makes my Black readers feel seen, but language is hard and I don't always get it right. (as we have seen). and I'm thinking a step towards writing better descriptions is actually knowing what Black readers take away from them, and the impressions they leave behind. sure, there are probably some potentially obvious answers to this, but I think there is merit in making sure that we're all on the same page with things like this. after all we can't look into each other's heads.

I hope I was able to word my thoughts better this time around.

If this is about the ask that I think it is, I appreciate your apology. I wasn't actually mad at you, and i apologize if my response seemed to be at you directly. I was moreso upset at the ease of the use of your language and the concept itself. It's incredibly dehumanizing to realize just how many people don't seem to think that Black people function as human beings, or that we are somehow so innately different from white bodies that extrapolations cannot be made, or that it's not even something that y'all have to consider at all. Like, the idea that Black people change skin colors as if we're chameleons in pain or sickness is far too common and comfortable an idea with the implication that is "I dont think you are human like me". It makes me sad.

I'll let others answer your question, this time, though, so you can get that feedback!

[phoebe-delia]

Four Years in Fandom!

Hiii! It's been four years since I posted my first fic on AO3, and while I started reading fic before that, I consider April 25 my fandom anniversary.

To celebrate, I want to talk about my favorite fic I wrote each year. And I'm going to make it a tag game! Y'all do it too if you feel like it! Make a list of your favorite of your own works, one from each year you've been a creator. It can be fic, art, podfic, etc.—anything you made. I'll start by tagging some folks (but no pressure): @basicallyahedgehog @getawayfox @kittycargo @phdmama @peachpety @lqtraintracks @greattemptation @written-in-ash and @cailynwrites

2021 (Year 1): this is me trying

Rated T, 12.6k

This is still my favorite thing I've ever written. If you read only one of my fics, I'd want it to be this one. It's one of the more personal stories I've written, and it means a lot to me. It was also, at that point, the longest fic I'd written, and I feel it marked a turning point for me as a writer. I'm also so grateful for the friendships it's brought me, and I am always humbled when people tell me it helped them through a difficult time. It helped me, too.

2022 (Year 2): Goodnight, and Have a Pleasant Tomorrow

Rated T, 1.4k

This was for LCD in 2022. I won't lie, I am very proud of this fic. It's an SNL AU with Drarry as hosts of Weekend Update. I wrote all the jokes myself based on real news headlines at the time. It was difficult, but probably the most fun I've had writing a fic. (Note: Lyssa @written-in-ash made some lovely art for it, but I think the image host link isn’t working).

2023 (Year 3): Just Take Me Home

Rated T, 4.7k

This was a fun one, too. I love it because it feels like the kind of fic I'd love as a reader, especially when I was first getting into Drarry. I was also really happy with the idea/concept, not to mention how fun it was to come up with a, let's say, unfortunate acronym for this fake Ministry department. AND the incredible @cailynwrites made a podfic of it and made it sound 10x better.

2024 (Year 4): I Could Never Rescue You

Rated M, 1.6k; (mind the tags!)

This has a VERY different tone than what I usually write. It falls into the category of: Fics I Enjoy Writing but Wouldn't Like to Read, mostly because it's angsty and I am very selective with the angst I read. Mind the tags on this one, if you do read it. I won't spoil it, but all I'll say is, it is structurally (and somewhat thematically) inspired by the musical The Last Five Years by Jason Robert Brown. (There are a few major differences; if you're familiar with the show and you want to be spoiled/know the plotlines I changed for the fic, message me!) I had the idea when I first started writing fic, but I put it off for so long because I knew how hard it would be to make the unique structure of the show translate to fic form. I also hadn't figured out how to honor the angst of the show without making myself too sad and/or writing Drarry in a way that felt inconsistent with how I view them.

[steve0discusses]

Episode I dunno, like 60? Is anyone keeping track? OMG it's 52. This is part 52.

Remember how I was like "I'll be able to get the next episode up real soon!" Well...

...you can probably guess what happened...

But we're back again! Last post I mentioned that this season it felt like Yami spent his time finding his lost memories of his father and his friends, but I feel like Yami never found himself in all of this.

But, he did make a new boobie card!

And there he goes, goodbye Zorc, I hardly knew you. Like literally. This was a very short arc (despite how long it took me to write these recaps)

The sun comes out to welcome another scorching day in the desert, and all of our starry eyed friends wonder at this new guy, Atem.

JK, he’s still Yami, thus confirming my whole spiel from earlier about if this new name is even important past that one single plot point with the necklace. It's really not.

It’s the end of the show, the bad guy is dead…maybe it’s just me expecting the show to follow the same formula as any other adventure show when the love interests are reunited but hot damn

Tea is the one who gave him the airport cartouche to save his ass, she's supposed to have been ... dating? ... him the past 5 seasons. Does Tea EVER get sidelined in this show, hahaha!

Please admire the shape on this jacket on Seto. Caught this in a beautiful animation tween.

Ah, and now the second dead as hell elephant in the room 🐘🐘, it is time to put Yami away.

Forever. 

That’s right. We’re going to cure Yugi in the show that is all symbolically about living with an uncurable mental illness. We’re going to stuff this brand new friend directly back in his tomb in a show that is all about making new friends. We’re going to treat Yami like the crutch I have said he was for the last 5 seasons, but only in the last half of the last arc of the show.

Yugi is going to grow up, be a man, and uh…kill his best friend to do it, I guess. Neat.

And I’m sure the show was like “no, this isn’t death” but what is death in my counter? That’s right, soul disconnected from body, that is death. Welcome to the death pile, Yami, you’ve been here before and now you get to be here again!

And like don’t get me wrong, I’ve been wanting this guy out of this boy’s bean since day one, it’s a very unhealthy thing they got going, but the whiplash of how quickly we all decide “Yep, lets do it,” is very, very funny.

We also address the third elephant 🐘🐘🐘, which is how the hell Seto got to fake Egypt and what the hell is he still doing here?

And thus we end the Kaiba arc of this season. He started a man who did not believe in magic, and ended a man that might believe in magic sometimes. Cool. Most of the Seto development was by the Seto in the hat, not gonna lie. Seto was mostly here for eye candy, and that’s OK. That’s Joey’s job most of the time, after all, so it was time Seto did some of the heavy lifting.

Egypt picks up the rubble, as I’m sure they have to do quite a lot in this era, when Yami decides to hint to Hat Seto that Seto’s whole coup was a huge waste of time because Yami was going to give him the kingdom anyway.

Oh, PS, I have no idea how his court is all alive again, Don’t worry about it, they weren’t alive in the first place. Everyone here is a dead guy de facto anyway.

Especially Yami.

I assume that Hat Seto gets given the necklace by Yami because in the original storyline, he would have gotten the necklace after Yami died.

Although, I guess that necklace would have been in pieces and in a spooky ass box. Or maybe Seto was the one who made the spooky ass box and then shoved it in a cursed tomb with a sign that says "you will die if you open this tomb and this spooky ass box" That Mr Muto completely ignored.

No idea, but I never really think about how past Seto technically was a millennium necklace owner at one point, after Yami had died. Although it was like...out of batteries at the time and sleeping.

And then they conveniently peace the hell out of Dodge.

Lets not get me wrong, half of my lack of attachment has to do with never ending long covid and chronic fatigue and stress messing with my brainballs. But also…

…I feel like it’s missing something. Again, this was a season of excess in everywhere but it should have been. We had so many new characters who had a lot of potential. We had the overarching villain of the entire show. We had Yami learn about a past that has been hinted at for 4 seasons and now it’s here and like…it needed more time in the oven. 

I was in film classes for a hot minute and they'd talk about story structure and about how the climax should be like 1/3 of your story most of the time. Imagine if this whole season had been this? Or 2 seasons? Then maybe I'd be more attached.

But it’s not a bad season, I think. I’ve seen way worse TV. But lets say, I understand why people maybe weren’t thrilled by this ending. Especially since next time, we gotta kill Yami. Youknow, the heart of the cards, the heart of the show, and the actual heart-throb to all the teens that watched this? Yeah that guy. 

Lets straight up send him back to Hell.

(Normally I would put a link here to read these in chrono order, but I think I need to redo my tumblr template or something everything's moved around. But if you know, you know.)

[galvanizedfriend]

KC Wip Wednesday

This is my humble contribution to WIP Wednesday! It's a scene from the rewriting of TVD S5 - Yokan's version. In it, The Originals never happens, most of the Mikaelsons remain in Mystic Falls and Klaus and Caroline are kind of a thing, but nobody knows (for sure). Remember that moment where Katherine locks herself up in a safe with Stefan to "cure" his PTSD? It's that, except it's Klaus, not Katherine. This alludes to a very Klefan past, btw. Be warned if you're not a fan.

Also, this is for @definedareasofuncertainty, who wanted me to write her Easter Klefan. 🤧 There you go, friend! And you know, not beta'ed and all that.

--

Klaus lies on his back, takes a calm breath as the heavy door is closed with a thud, engulfing them in absolute darkness. All in all, he'd say a metal box is hardly the most uncomfortable setting he's found himself in. He prefers the comfort of first-class accommodations, but he's traveled in worse. The grown man beating about beside him does make things rather unpleasant, though.

"Stop! Caroline! Get me out of here!" Stefan screams, smashing his fists against the iron safe's indestructible structure. The more desperate he gets, the more uncoordinated and weaker his movements become, thus making the effort completely useless, however accomplished in making the experience all the more miserable for him.

It's embarrassing how incapable Klaus is of saying no to Caroline whenever she asks for a favor. Locking himself up in a box with a traumatized Stefan has to be an all-time low. The things he won't do when she bats her eyelashes and says please.

"Oh, stop it," he remarks in a bored tone as he shoves Stefan aside. The old safe is rather spacious, but definitely not enough to comport two men, particularly if one of them won't stop bloody writhing like a worm in hot sand. "The more you scream, the more breathless you become." The more I want to tear your vocal cords to shreds.

"Get me out of here, Klaus, get me the fuck out of here!"

"Relax, Stefan. I'm here to help," he says. "I'm what you would call a greater agony to alleviate the smaller pain you feel being trapped inside the box. It's reverse psychology, or so Caroline read in a book. What do you think of a little werewolf venom high to speed up the process?"

"You're psychotic. You're fucking insane!" Stefan starts pounding on the box again. "Caroline! Caroline, open up! Open it now!"

"I'm sorry, Stefan!" comes her muffled apology. Even through the metal barrier she sounds thick with guilt. It was her idea, but already she's cracking. That bleeding heart of hers… "I'm sorry, I will -"

"Do not touch that box, Caroline," he commands with his full authority. "Leave it."

There's a long pause, the sound of Stefan's heart hammering away inside his chest in the box as they wait to see what she'll do. A beat goes by before she mumbles a final sorry and scurries away, likely to avoid the temptation of putting poor Stefan out of his misery.

Klaus' lips pull into a grin. "Good girl."

Stefan starts shaking beside him, his breath becoming even more labored. "I can't breathe," he gasps. "I can't - I can't -"

"You don't need to breathe, Stefan. It's all in your head," Klaus reminds him pointedly. "A vampire having a panic attack, honestly. When you think you've seen everything…"

"You're not fucking helping!"

"Pardon me. My bedside manners have gone a little rusty since the last time you've experienced them." Klaus casts Stefan a glance, sees the way his eyes widen in horror, his body growing stiff as a rod, and he can't contain the self-satisfied smile that draws across his lips. "We did once find comfort in each other's company, didn't we?" Stefan makes another panicked sound, smoothing his hands across the cold metal door above them, trying to find a way out. Klaus chuckles. "Don't worry, mate. Caroline can't hear us. Your sordid little secret is safe with me. It's just us here, alone under the cover of darkness. Nothing we haven't done a dozen times in the past. Ahh, the 20s…" he speaks around a dramatic sigh. "It was the roaring years, indeed."

"What are you doing?"

"Making conversation."

"I don't want to talk to you, I especially don't want to talk about that." Stefan nearly chokes on the last word, inching as far away from Klaus as the confined space will allow, as though the mere idea of touching him fills him with utter revulsion. Klaus knows better; it's the way he remembers exactly how it didn't what terrifies him.

Anybody who's met this watered down, colorless version of Stefan would never be able to tell how much of a free spirit he used to be. He was fun. A far cry from the shivering man beside him now. Tragic, really.

"I know you like to pretend it never happened. Frankly, you've become quite an embarrassment of your former self, so I wouldn't proudly advertise it either. This bunny-eating, crying in the dark skin you're wearing these days is someone is wouldn't be caught fraternizing with if you were the last human being on earth."

"Then leave me the fuck alone already."

"Don't flatter yourself. I'm not here for you," he snaps back. And then, putting a leash on his rising temper, he continues, "But since I have to be… I can recognize that there was something about that time we had together that suited us both, more than just for the obvious reasons."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sure you do. I was a tool for you."

"A tool for self-destruction."

Klaus huffs out a disdainful breath. "I was a balm to your tortured soul, Stefan, even at a time when you embraced your true self. I indulged you because you amused me, but at the end of the day, when we were together, it was all rather transactional. It wasn't about sentimentality or a shared appreciation for extravagance. It was about the hollow inside us. The fact we were always desperately seeking to fill it with… Anything, really. Whatever we could find. Passions. Pleasure. Violence. Cravings. But it never lasted, did it? Those things lack a purpose. They're all flitting in their essence, an immense explosion of satisfaction followed by… Nothing. We were both hungry, and we kept trying to find the thing that would sate us. You had lost your mind; I had lost my home. Like drawn to like." Klaus turns his face to Stefan, finds him staring back, eyes glinting with an emotion he can't quite read in the gloom. He always did fancy Stefan's eyes, though. There is something raw about them, something honest for a change. A little opening to the truth in his soul he tries so hard to hide from the outside world. "That's what the darkness is, Stefan," he continues. "Loneliness. It's what restrains us. The monster we cannot outrun. When it all stops - the laughter, the liquor, the hunger - and everything goes quiet around us, that's when we feel it. The curse of eternity. The weight of our years, deep in our bones. And the inevitable loneliness that comes with it. You had your names on the wall, I had my letters, but when all was said and done… We were both stuck in infinite darkness. Except for a few glorious stolen moments, in that repulsive room of yours." The corner of his mouth pulls up into a lopsided smile. "I was the bigger monster you needed in order to humanize yourself. Whatever you were, I was worse, and so I assuaged your guilt. Much like me being here right now. But then of course you found religion!" He laughs, closing his eyes and facing forward once more. "Your spiritual path towards the light. Elena Gilbert." He enunciates the name like it's coated in something toxic. His general distaste for Elena goes further than the fact she has thwarted so many of his plans. It's the boring saint act he cannot get over.

"Yes," Stefan says, his voice rough. "And then I lost her."

"Right. Because she chose your brother." Klaus chuckles. Stefan shifts uncomfortably beside him, the urge to hit him palpable in the air. It only spurs Klaus on. "How so very tacky. No taste, that one. Personally, I think there's no amount of blue eyes or good sex that can make Damon tolerable. What a wanker. I just want to bash his face against a wall whenever he opens his mouth."

Stefan scoffs. "Get in line."

"It's ironic, isn't it? You were at your absolute best behavior, weeding out all of your instincts, everything that made you fun and interesting in order to fashion yourself into a fairy tale prince for her, and what does she do? She chooses the dullard bad boy. Typical." Klaus shakes his head. "Ungrateful little -"

"Shut up."

"Martyr," he finishes with a smirk. "She probably thinks she's going to fix him, doesn't she? I bet he encourages it. But that's the difference between you and Damon, isn't it? Even with all your valiant efforts, you know creatures like us cannot be fixed. We're beyond salvation."

He gets a sudden twinge in his chest, an image flashing in his mind. A smile as bright as the sun. Hair the color of wheat. He sees her shifting under his sheets, feels the warmth of her touch, the brush of her rosy lips against his skin. It ignites a sense of joy inside him unlike anything else, a sense of possession, of belonging, of having found something that is far more precious or rare than any of the hundreds of treasures he's collected over the course of his life. But along with it comes the ever-present fear. Of loss. How long before he ruins her, like he's ruined everything else he's ever cherished? How long before he hurts her, even if he doesn't mean to? Before his darkness tarnishes her and kills that smile? Before she decides he's not worth it?

"How do you make yourself worthy?" he asks, the question tumbling out of his as though of their own accord. "How do you earn the affections of someone so…"

"Good?" Stefan finishes for him, reading his thoughts. "With sunshine and rainbows shining out of their eyes? Someone like, say… Caroline?" Klaus goes quiet, all his humor bleeding out of him in a second. "You don't," Stefan answers his own question. "You'll never be good enough for her, Klaus. Just like I was never good enough for Elena. Not really. The truth is they deserve much better than the two of us." He sighs, deflating with resignation next to Klaus. "I guess we did make quite a pair, you and I."

"Then perhaps we should die together," he says with an edge of aggression, his mood taking a sudden downturn. He's suddenly irritated. With Stefan, with this ridiculous situation, with himself for agreeing to that. "You and I, in a box, at the bottom of a quarry. Over and over again, drowning in suffering for all our sins and the women we don't deserve. How about that?" Silence stretches out between them, absolute. There's no response from Stefan, but there's also no pounding pulse, no disgruntled breaths. "Oh, look," he says dispassionately. "Someone's not having a panic attack anymore. Congratulations. You've conquered your fears. All you had to do was remember there are worse things than dying."

Klaus gives one violent kick on the door, sending it flying off its hinges. He pushes himself up, stepping out of the safe.

Caroline comes whooshing in, eyes wide as she takes in the state of the safe, the way Stefan is still down, cowering from the sudden burst of luminosity.

"What did you do to him?" she demands.

Klaus' mouth inches upward into the barest hint of a grin, no mirth whatsoever. "I fixed him."

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[bookshelf-in-progress]

You could make a really cool cottagecore fantasy novel using the structure of Little House in the Big Woods. Where the main characters live in a stable environment and go about their daily lives dealing with the domestic details of the world, but they meet characters who have gone on adventures. So a huge chunk of the book is made up of the stories that these characters tell. The main characters would face very little peril, but you'd still have a book full of thrilling stories.

I'd try for a middle-grade fantasy. Center it on a group of siblings whose parents went on save-the-world adventures, but have settled down to raise a family. Maybe they run an inn that caters to people from a ton of the nations and races of this fantasy world. Or maybe they're just frequently visited by old adventuring companions who always have cool stories to share about the adventures they've been on or the events or history of their homeland.

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

here's some benreys for y'all!!! it's meal time little ones!!!! nobody starves today. i provide

also random gordo he's here too i guess-

[tea-cat-arts]

The donghua adding in that Lan Wangji was waiting for Wei Wuxian to come back from the dead low key makes him look like an insane person, but it's fun to combine with the book lore of "He spent 13 years grieving" and turn into some maladaptive coping mechanism like-

"Lwj flipped back and forth between full confidence that wwx would come back and crushing despair over wwx just being dead. He collected alcohol for wwx to gift on return, but the only thing stopping lwj from just consuming it himself and getting alcohol poisoning was that he had to stay together enough to raise their son. Lwj incorporated wwx's ideologies and inventions into the Lan students teachings and worked tirelessly to make the world a better place, but could never simply enjoy the results as he was still waiting for the one he wants to show it off too (even if he's kept up at night knowing wwx will probably never see any of it). His hope that wwx could come back only made their time apart hurt more and made it so he was unable to move on"

[mering]

even the dogs!

[bumblingsocialmoth]

Thinking about...

Stranger Things Gt (it's back in my brain)

A Stranger Things AU where Eddie is a borrower and he somehow gets put into the cannon universe after The Evil(tm) is defeated or whatever (it’s been a long time since I watched the show I don’t really remember what happens lol). One day Eddie wakes up and his home is gone along with all of his stuff and his uncle is nowhere to be found. Everything else seems the same so he's very confused. He lives in the Henderson household so eventually Dustin catches him. Probably because of a combination of Dustin being hyper vigilant from PTSD and Eddie having to start from scratch as a borrower. In any case, everyone is confused. Dustin isn’t sure if this strange, tiny Eddie is even real. Eddie is now wondering how this kid knows his name.

Eventually they come to an understanding. Eddie manages to convince Dustin to keep him secret while he sticks with the kid to try and figure out his situation. Dustin agrees as he doesn’t want to risk losing Eddie but would feel too guilty keeping him prisoner. However, while Dustin has plenty of ideas as to how this could’ve happened to Eddie, he has no real way of solving the problem. Frustrations grow as does the nagging thought in Dustin’s head that this strange thing that looks and talks like Eddie Munson might actually be something more sinister.

Eventually, Dustin kinda breaks down and goes to the one adult(ish) person he can trust: Steve Harrington. Steve is surprised, to say the least. And immediately suspicious. With all the Upside-down bs they’ve only recently had to deal with, anything even remotely weird is reason to be concerned. And Eddie coming back from the grave as a tiny mouse-person is more than a little strange.

Eddie, meanwhile, who was just getting used to Dustin, now has another giant to contend with. One that seems to think he could dangerous somehow? He struggles with it being thrown in his face that he still has zero agency or control over his situation. But what Steve and Dustin don’t know is on top of all that, Eddie actually knows Steve. In his universe, Steve was also a borrower. And not only were they good friends, they were planning on setting off together, to see the world, to start a new life(this is actually a Steddie fic btw surprise!).

In any case, things get smoothed over somehow. Maybe a scene where Dustin has a breakdown because he’s still not over Eddie’s death (will he ever be?) and borrower!Eddie helps him through it. Also thinking of cute hangouts between Eddie and Steve as Eddie naturally gravitates towards him even though he’s a human. Lots of relationship angst as Eddie inevitably falls in love with Steve all over again. Steve not only having to figure out he likes guys, but also struggling with the ethics of being in a relationship with someone so much smaller than you. Also Eddie struggling with the thought that he's not really the person these people know him as. That this universe's Eddie is dead and gone and he's some sort of replacement. A lesser version somehow. Also Eddie misses his uncle, could he somehow forge a relationship with the human version of the man?

Anyway, those are just my thoughts, enjoy! 💛

[t1oui]

hi everybody i'm having some thoughts right now and i need to share them. mentions of walburga black's a+ parenting in this fic idea so do be aware of that

what if regulus's parents send him to "conversion camp" after he comes out as trans but the conversion camp actually turns out to be a safe house for queer kids run by effie and monty that's masking as a conversion camp so homophobic parents send their kids there.

so reg arrives dressed up in a nice dress and with walburga aggressively using she/her pronouns and his deadname and the second she leaves effie is like "well that sucked, why don't we get you some more comfortable clothes and you can tell me your actual name?" and regulus is like oh. oh this is the best thing that's ever happened to me and my parents are idiots

i'm envisioning that the place is a farm and so the only rules for kids at the safe house are 1. be nice to each other and 2. find something to spend your time on every day that's not just a device (it doesn't have to be farm related) (this is a muggle au if you couldn't tell)

and ofc because it's effie and monty's place james is there and he likes helping out on the farm. reg takes one look at him and is like yeah ik i was gay but this man confirms it

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that's all i have rn as far as plot and story (i mean james and reg fall in love obviously but other than that idk) so here's intros to the cast of characters and their roles in the story !! (this is my favorite part):

james potter (18) - he/him pansexual (+ maybe ace) - son of effie and monty - helps out on the farm

regulus black (17) - he/him gay & transmasc - sent there after coming out as trans (or just after walburga finds out bc let's be real he probably knew not to tell her) - currently trying to figure out his hobby

sirius black (18) - he/him gay - knew james in school, came here after fight w/ parents when he was 16 - makes art

remus lupin (19) - he/they bisexual & transmasc - father disowned him and his mother, with the best of intentions, sent him to the farm when he was 16 in hopes that his father would reconsider cutting him off - works in the garden/greenhouses, helps with the bees

barty crouch jr (17) - he/him bisexual demiromantic + hypersexual - sent there at 15 by his father after some scandal with another politician's son - makes pottery, some of which he sells at the farmer's market every saturday

emmeline vance (19) - she/her queer - sent at 17 by her parents after they caught her with a girl - works in the orchard & cooks

marlene mckinnon (18) - she/her lesbian - lives down the road and comes by to help james

lily evans (18) - she/her lesbian - sent at 15 by her sister after her parents died and petunia got custody of her - makes her own clothes and sells them at the market

mary macdonald (18) - she/her bisexual - adopted by the potters at 13 after her parents died in a car accident - looks after the goats and llamas & helps with the horses

pandora rosier (18) - she/her pansexual transfem - sent at 17 after her parents found out she was trans - works w the horses

evan rosier (18) - he/they biromantic asexual & bigender - sent at 17 after their parents caught them wearing "girl clothes" - writes + draws, helps rem with the bees

dorcas meadowes (17) - she/her lesbian - sent at 17 (a few months before reg) after her parents caught her watching... adult content of two women - makes & sells bouquets, effie helps her <3

peter pettigrew (18) - he/him aromantic (NOT ace) - marlene's next door neighbor, has had sex with barty multiple times and these two fuck in the WEIRDEST spots (poor james keeps catching them :')) - helps emmeline in the orchard

severus snape (17) - he/him bisexual transmasc - sent by his father at 14 after starting to present as a boy - cooks, helps lily with her clothes making sometimes, writes sad boy poetry (/half joking)

narcissa, alice, and xeno will also be in the story i'm just not sure exactly where they fit in... xeno's another neighbor and narcissa's a former safehouse resident who's now living w alice but that's all i know rn

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now as for SHIPS...

so i know there will be jegulus of course, and since sirius is totally going to pine for gardener/beekeeper remus wolfstar too. i want rosekiller, but because of barty and peter's dynamic, i'm thinking romantic rosekiller w/ sexual party and queerplatonic... peter x evan (idk their ship name 😭)

as for the GIRLS... omg i have so many thoughts guys AAAAA

first of all i cant decide between pandalily and dorlily for lily and i don't want a triad (i don't ship panda x dorcas) and i don't want both so that's... rough

and then there's also marylene.... BUT DORLENE-

i wanna put sev with someone (ik he's not a girl but i'm having thoughts for him rn)... maybe he smooches w emmeline?? but i feel like she'd make fun of him 💀 (in a joking way but yk)

or maybe emmeline could go with mary panda with lily dorcas with marlene... and... sev with xeno?? guys am i a genius

so yeah other than jegulus, wolfstar, and partyvan idk what to do. live laugh love multishipping am i right

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Melatonin

A FluffyNight drabble to celebrate reaching 50 followers on this account. It's pretty short & not beta read, but I think it's alright for being written in one sitting. Happy reading!

Beep! Beep! Beep! The sound of Ccino's alarm forced him awake, pulling him out of the pleasant dreams he had been having. Even now, Ccino could feel them slipping from his skull, leaving him wondering what exactly he had been dreaming about.

The continued beeping of his alarm pulled him from his thoughts & Ccino groaned, pushing his face into his pillow. Blindly reaching for it, Ccino attempted to turn it off without looking, knocking his hand against the other things on the nightstand before finally managing to push the button to silence it.

Blissful quiet filled the room as Ccino felt Nightmare shift next to him. Arms wrapped around him & pulled him close, holding Ccino close to Nightmare. Ccino smiled sleepily, turning on his side so he faced towards the other. He hummed quietly as he observed Nightmare looking back at him with a lidded socket, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Whispering so as to not ruin the atmosphere, Ccino questioned worriedly. Nightmare shook his head & moved slowly, readjusting them both until they were situated comfortably against each other.

Ccino smiled wider & closed his sockets, holding the other in his arms. Together in each other's arms, they both quietly drifted back to sleep.

Bonus scene!

A shrill beeping jolted them both back awake, causing Ccino to jump in Nightmare's arms. Grumbling to himself, he slowly sat up & reached over to the alarm, shutting it off.

Sitting up properly, Ccino stretched his arms above his head & groaned as he heard his joints pop, rubbing the bottom of his sockets with one hand. Picking up his phone & turning it on, his sockets widened in shock as he let out a loud, "Shoot!"

Scrambling & throwing the blanket off of himself, Ccino barely noticed as Nightmare sat up in alarm. "Is everything alright?" Ccino stammered out a reply, mild panic in his voice as he began changing out of his pajamas.

"Everything's fine! We just overslept a bit!" Relaxing slightly, Nightmare observed as Ccino got ready for the day, rushing around quickly so he wouldn't be later than he already was. If he concentrated, he could swear that he heard the meows of hungry cats impatiently calling for their breakfast.

Hastily walking over to Nightmare, having gotten dressed quickly, Ccino leaned over & placed a chaste kiss against his lovers cheek, smiling. "Love you, see you later!" With that he exited the room, leaving Nightmare sitting alone on the bed with only a warm imprint of where Ccino laid as company.

[vicompte-de-latarteaucoing]

Silly me wanting to watch the Aladdin live-action again, but not wanting to collapse once more into the same unpopular ship :')

[charlesreedscoolhat]

Charles: and how do I contact you in the future?

Johannes: you don't 🌟 bye you soggy bitch ✨️🕺✨️🕺🟨🟨🟨