#i've been kinda unwell the past few days

[imissthefire]

I... finally finished rd and I want to cry???

[firelightfics]

Work your magic.

Scar x Mage! Healer! Gn! Reader

From this message (CAUSE I FORGOT TO TURN THE ASKS THING ON BEFORE AND REALISED SO LATE 😭)

Warnings: mentions of illness, violence and drug use [not Reader], should be mostly fluff though, banished mage reader, okay.. I kinda gave Reader an adoptive daughter I can't help it I'm sorry.

Extra: The person requested for the reader to be strong, so I went with the route of them being able to create and manipulate detailed and realistic illusions, and their strength is in that sort of field rather than battle strength. So they have a more mental strength and can manipulate dreams although its not really a main point.

DID I NAME SCARS BABY? YES. I NAMED HER RIRI OKAY? ITS CUTE. SHE'S CUTE.

Summary: Y/n, a mage, who has wandered too far from home finds themself under the care of the firelights. Or perhaps the firelights have found themselves in their care. A particular chirean takes interest in their less than typical methods of calming people.

Masterlist.

Ko-fi

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Its been too long since I have seen my family. I come from a place far from here, so far I'm not even sure it is of the same plane of existence. My home feels foreign to me now. Years have passed since I was there. Banishment does tend to keep a person away I suppose.

Since I have wandered to a new home, a place I stumbled upon by chance. No, even that isn't right. I stumbled upon the person running this place is more accurate, he was shielding a small injured girl from harsh weather and clearly manic due to the fear of losing the child in the even harsher city of Zaun. I offered them help as I was nearby enough with a place to stay. I couldn't be more glad that Ekko accepted my help that day, as stubborn as he can be.

Its only been a couple of weeks since such an event, but Flora has healed quickly with my help and has been helping introduce me to the Firelights. She's a sweet girl who now seems rather attatched to me and tends to stick around the medical area that I have taken residence in. Ekko, the leader, has helped me get more comfortable here and I couldn't be happier. Or maybe, I could be happier. I've never tried to be more than just content, its all my family allowed until I tried something new and got myself banished.

In the past few weeks, many people have come to me for assistance. Plenty injured from time out on the streets, a few scraped and scratched children and returning firelights after their dangerous missions. It worries me how many shimmer affected patients I've recieved, this drug is a foreign concept to me still but calming those affected with illusions of things they enjoy seems to solve their aggression for a time until the drug wears out. Healing can only help so much when the wounds are not visible. I find much more difficultly with these patients, but if I weren't up to the challenge I would have left.

-

Flora had just settled in for the night, a small loft area for her to use as she pleases. Although she doesn't have a proper room, I plan to change one of the unused rooms into a proper space for her if she wishes. For particularly gruesome patients, I always ask her to return to her normal room and she does. What a sweetheart. I hum a tune as I pack away balms and bandages to use another day. The quiet is nice with the shadowy atmosphere, few things would dare disturb such a calm. Few, but never zero.

The door is quickly flung on its hinges as Scar, Ekko's seemingly stern right-hand man, bursts into the room, startling me and Flora, who was very nearly drifting off. His eyes are wide with a certain kind of distress only a worried father can display. In his arms is his screaming baby girl, the poor dear clearly unwell. Not a word is said as I take her from his arms and usher her to the nearest and softest place to lay her. Scar seems to shake with terror. He must be almost as frightened as her.

I gently feel her forehead to vaguely check my suspicions of a fever and am pleased to have guessed correctly. I swirl my hands with a dark blue starry mist forming into shapes and animals, floating and playing with one another as a distraction for the poor baby. Her cries seem to dull, if only for a moment. Her concentration taken from what I could only assume to be a headache and placed on a starry fox prancing amongst a now fully formed forest scene. With the distraction working, I quickly gather a child friendly medication for her. Its a sweeter flavour than most but she surely won't mind or care as she is too enraptured by the friendly forest creatures of my hometown.

She doesn't fight or fuss over the medication, simply grumblles a little, and turns back to her little show. However, I'm reminded of another presence when the silence is broken by his ragged breathing. I assume Flora is asleep after the littlest was calmed. I pick her up and move towards where Scar is sat. The larger man looks utterly horrified, his normally steady stance shattered at the thought of his daughter being deathly ill. Luckily, it seems to be not much more than a fever and headache.

"Rough day?" I ask simply as I bounce her lightly in my arms before handing her back to Scar. He sighs as he carefully grips her small form, his lip twitches up in a quick huff of air and smirk paired as one.

"Something like that. Is she going to be okay?" He quickly switches topics to avoid the obvious worry I have forming for him.

"Of course, it doesn't seem like anything serious. No real magic had to be used aside from my little 'puppet show' for her." I gently tickle under her chin, causing her to giggle at the attention. Scar's eyes bounce up to meet mine, and he smiles. Staring into his eyes, I see the clear tiredness of a struggling parent.

"We shou-"

"You should stay." I catch him before he tries to flee. Why is he so against taking a break? If not for his own sake, why not her sake? "I have a cot she can use, and we have spare room for you both it really wouldn't trouble us. To be able to look after her, you need to be able to look after yourself."

He looks down and grimaces but nods and follows while I guide him to one of the spare rooms that are likely to keep longer-term patients, but I've never had that, so they're empty. I bring him to a room with items for caring for babies and a bed big enough for him to sleep nearby. He lays her down so gently that it makes me honestly question what I even know about the man.

"Thank you." Is the last thing spoken between us as I leave for the night.

-

This is the first of a few of our encounters, seemingly becoming more frequent. His eyes always a sharp contrast to their normal rough shape and instead becoming soft around me and little Riri. Maybe a small bit of progress, but it is progress nonetheless.

She quickly recovered and yet Scar was adamant on staying and asking me to care for her when I could, which was admittedly most of the time since the only patient I seem to ever recieve is the vastayan himself. As though he was allowing only himself to take the rougher hits to get treated by me.

The door to the clinic gently clicks open and Scar appears in the room, Flora and Riri are playing in the far corner and I'm reading a worn down book on the counter.

"Pick up time already? My, how the time flies. I-"

"Actually I'd like to stay tonight, if thats okay?"

My face contorts to one of confusion, but I won't lie and say it isn't a pleasant surprise. I simply nod, thinking he'd leave to the room he's basically claimed as his and Riri's. However as he stops he nods me over.

Curious, I follow without any debate. Flora will look out for Riri and knows what she's doing by now. He sighs as he drops to sit on the bed and pats a spot next to him.

"I, I have had trouble sleeping." He grimaces and puts his back against the wall. "I was wondering if you could use those illusions of yours to help me?"

My eyebrows raise, and my mouth falls open slightly. He's asking me to use my magic on him? I was convinced he hated it as he only ever cautiously stared when I'd used it. I thought he was afraid. His brows are pulled together, and he can't meet my eyes, hands placed on his lap in front of him.

"Why would I ever turn down my second best patient?" I grin at him and he looks up confused.

"How am I second?" Almost offended, a fake snarl on his lips but a slight upturn that is barely hiding a smirk.

"Oh poor dear," my hand gingerly raises to meet his cheek, "are you jealous?"

He quickly breaks and chuckles, fake snarl failing completely, instead changing to a weak smile. Oh, so we are like that, I suppose. The grin on my face turns to a full smile that I hope properly conveys the joy that comes with the accidental confession of sorts.

"How could you possibly be jealous of your own daughter? The little thing has been such an angel, why wouldn't she be my number one." I tease knowing it will irk him slightly.

Before I can revel in my slight victory, he gets in close and grabs a hold of my jaw. Eyes meeting mine in an intense stare before quickly pressing his lips to mine. Simple. Yet so impactful. He pulls back and his eyes droop, the tiredness still there yet he seems far more awake somehow.

"Shut up and work your magic, mage. The quicker your done, the quicker we can sleep."

"We? Whoever said I was going to sleep too?"

"Me."

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OKAY I THINK I LOST THE PLOT OF WHAT I ORIGINALLY WANTED TO DO WITH THIS PROMPT BUT I can't lie, they're cuties still 🤭

I'll be getting through each request one at a time and will post when I open them up again, sorry this took so long (im still reeling from Act 3 ngl but also life is catching up to me so it might be a sec)

[einsatzzz]

KHRe Projects Updates #1

The devil works hard, but I work harder🫡 Anyway, I've been feeling unwell the past few days so I'm just doing planning and other stuff offline. I also wanna post updates like this so I can keep track of my progress. I'll type this all as quick as I can because I'm not feeling so gucci.

Webcomic: I updated my pinned post for this but I determined that my target release date is somewhere around Q4 of this year, so the earliest is gonna be on October 2024. I'm currently organizing my CSP assets (will probably finish within two weeks) and I'm also making various assets/refs that I think will be useful. I plan on releasing Yui's profile before July ends, hope I can make it!

Wiki: I'm still in-progress with some templates on this, but I'll be updating the galleries soon to include more arts that my friends drew of YuiKanaRumi + more commissioned art (Thank you!! 🥰💖✨ueueue😭💖 I just finished running the last batch on Glaze, so they'll be safe there!🫡 I will definitely protect and treasure these!). By the way, after I'm done with Yui's page here, my next plan is to make one for Tsuna.

MVs: For this one, I think I'll prioritize doing something for the 📺MV in my project list, it's the one calling out to my brain right now. It will feature a lot of characters, but the art & editing will be simple. It should be around 1 minute long and I have a rough storyboard for the first 10 seconds (the others are still inside my brain haha).

I was actually planning to continue 🐈‍⬛MV first but when I looked at the drawings I finished last year, I don't feel too satisfied with it anymore, plus the picture quality is kinda too crispy to my eyes now. I wanna redraw it. I might alternate between 📺 and🐈‍⬛, then I'll just post whichever gets finished first.

That's all for now! I'm juggling a lot of projects but the advantage for this is...if I procrastinate on one project, I'll be procrastinating by doing another project, so there's still progress 🤣🤣🤣 And I didn't even get to mention my other wips djbfhsjvfhfsv My brain is bursting with ideas, inspo and creativity but my health/energy can't keep up!!!!

[cloudninetonine]

was doing a checkover your blog since I'm back to being minimally stable after my migraine hit me like a truck and sent me flying right back to my bed to sleep like a fucking hibernating snake, but oh dear! it's already been three whole days since i last posted any ask in here? i thought it was a day and a half at most.

anyways, first of all, i hope you've been well, since I've noticed you kinda of disappeared these last few days, and if you are resting, please don't let me interrupt you akbdkdjd. sometimes all we need is a little time away from everything. either way, i hope you're doing well, lovely.

and as for why I'm here, I'm facing (what i call) a serious predicament. been writing the first work for my blog and all, yet things have been slow because of this god forsaken migraine attacking me everyday, and I'm now finished with five of the boys, and my fingers are itching to just split all of it in half and post whatever i have ready right now, and do the rest later, possibly on the weekend. HOWEVER, with how inconsistent I've been working with it, i had to reread it to make sure it was at last acceptable, only to find that warrior's part, the one i wrote just before i went to sleep, was an utter mess, some words so wrong i couldn't even begin to decipher what I meant at the time and some phrases so nonsensical i just had to rewrite as a whole. tbh his part was the only one who suffered, but man it made me laugh akjosjdkdn. the other one were somewhat clean, except that i might or might not have gone overboard with like... twi part... i'm not a simp, okay?

well, i thought it was a fun little bit of my past few days as a trying writer and i thought maybe someone else would find it funny or useful to remember to at least revise whatever they write when they're feeling unwell. and also a show of my appreciation for all you go through to post your own works, because ffs, i wouldn't last a month if i posted updates as regularly as you.

— a now plentifully rested fungi 🍄

I'M GLAD YOU GOT YOUR FULL REST FUNGI!!!!

Also thank you for asking! My mental health is taking another tumble because it';s a little bitch and I've been at work so I've been wiped out! But I'm trying to power through it!

AND I WOULD REALLY LOVE TO READ WHAT YOU POST PLEASE TAG ME ONCE YOU;RE FINISHED!! I've been there, waking up the next day to see the mess on the screen POUGFGI but it happens and I hope you were able to improve it to how you like!!!

[richardsphere]

Leverage Redemption Log: The Unwellness Job

We start this episode in a room with an expository camera-pan past some pictures and boxes of MLM herbal remedies. --- Client is a doctor, suspects its an autoimune disorder. All tests are inconclusive.

what in the heck is a "maven"? (google says "expert or connoiseur") Parker will be too busy with the International part of the branch to do much in the first few acts. --- Our marks are Bronwyn and Melanie. (former is Influencer, latter is about to have a medical licence revoked)

"have you ever fought a shark" Breanna, do you even need to ask?

Well, the rabbit hole is working off some pretty evil word association. Lets ensure that by the end of the day, half those words will be coming from Bronwyn's own mouth.

I side with Breanna, what is with the knives today? --- Ok so we're introducing a third mark: Bitcoin Bastard. Because we really needed a second pyramid scheme in this plot. (im worried this'll get cluttered quickly)

Bronwyn seems actually excited by the idea that nanobots are real. Privacy is dead, and Breanna is absolutely right: Her generation doesnt know what it means because Sophies generation killed it. --- Elliot is playing a slightly-creepy pseudo-hippie? ("i listen to their eternal song" feels verry... serial-killer-ey? but then anything with "eternity" sounds like "death" so i guess its just that)

"sweet nectar" like its the way he says it, definitly intended to be creepy.

No Melanie, dont apologise you are the only sane one here.

I legitimately didnt recognise Breanna until i rewound the scene cause i was like "who the heck is Zazi?" --- I like Sophie's yellow jacket. Classic divide-and-conquer, plead to Bronwyn's ego, make her remember how she's too good for Melanie. Honeyed handshake (of eternal life... they're definitly setting up Elliots character to be some kind of serialkiller. Would be a good scandal, but also... kinda likely to backfire if she just backs out and becomes the Hero of the Beautyscene by outing her competitor as a serialkiller....) --- Parker has grown enough in the timeskip that she now refuses to push people off roofs unless they have roof-jumping-training. Good for her. --- Bitcoinbro wants to use the MLM to harvest private medical data. Because of course.

Sophie is actively hating herself every moment she spends with Bronwyn. --- You launched too early. She hasnt yet said anything that would associate herself with Hank specifically, just with bees and honey in general. You've given her an enemy to rally against to become more succesfull by claiming that her honey-based products are different from Hanks.

unpaused the episode, i was right. (though she's not selling honey but stinger-juice). Good quick thinking on her part though. 10/10. --- I absolutley agree with sophie, stealing thoughts in exchange for ones and zeroes, where's the style, the panache.

"I've been keeping up on my evil-lawyering reading" 7/10. Sophie pulling the "only one who really understands", Harry doing the Accountant Special

Breanna's digging a little burrow of her own (and she's a good digger) Even if he didnt go down it he'd still be paranoid (because he's guilty of moneylaundering and doesnt want to get caught) so its only really a cherry-on-top but its a well-crafted one. --- Melanie is in the studio so Breanna needs to distract her. Time to turn an inside man.. Peggy and Hurley mention! Crowd going wild!

Chad is bringing his armed goons to the table. (certainly gonna help Sophie turn Bronwyn against him) --- "Eivor is gonna have to kill you" Well... Guess thats one way to ensure that Bronwyn cant ever run her little scam again, get her to turn on Chad and force her into witness protection, it'd be hell for her the same way it was for the car-enthusiast in the original series. Worse then prison or a fine, (those would actually make her more popular. She'd just brand herself as "persecuted by the system" and a "controversial truth-teller", but if she's on the run from Chads Murdermen... Well, goodbye influencer status)

Oh sophie is pulling the "we're conmen and you're just our mark"-excuse. Which is technically true but as long as you make them think you're after something different then your actual goal, you continue to mislead them. Now Melanie is going to give us the data, Breanna is switching it out for the virus, and 40 mllion bitcoin goes down the drain.

--- Back at the Theatre the team has caught on to Sophie's Missing Person Status. Melanie calls Zazi. "Hank" is coming to help.

"that would've stung, huh" obligatory joke. (also we're about to pretend to lose the fight. the fight is a distraction while we switch the drive for the virus) Honestly, this might be the most humiliating way of taking down a goon yet (and im counting the Looney-Tunes Hole from the Sheherezade job in that. Beaten unconcious with a Qwynneth Paltrow Dildo while getting stung by bees is a humiliation you do not want in your armed-goon resume.) --- Ah we're not switching drives by feigning a loss. We're knocking Eivor out and just bringing a fake drive. Much simpler and it doesnt force Elliot to take an L for dramatic fake-out. Also yes, Harry is good at what he does.

that is a pen. That isnt even an EMP its a stopwatch app used as a distraction while the database whipes itself. --- Oh magnetic phone-covers to pretend them sliding in the car. Didnt know they made those. (but then, i dont use my phone that much, nor do I own or drive a car)

And the look on his face when he realises what he just did to himself.

And i guess im right, Bronwyn is going into Witness Protection which means she cant work as an influencer ever again. --- Back at the theatre Client and Melanie are working together to create a plan to actually help the people whose medical data Bronwyn took.

Parker once more becomes the most relateable character ever by outright admitting that for over a year, she didnt know Elliots name, only remembering it when other people used it.

"Janice" is in her own personal hell.

--- "you dont need my validation, but I will offer it" is such a dynamic. 10/10 line.

[stacywaters]

Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH5 - Your Numbers

(Stacy POV) Dinner was awkward, to say the least. My moms seated me next to Hoseok at the small table. Every now and then when one of us would reach for something, our arms would brush against each other. Leading to my mom and eomma giggling at us.

They asked him questions, mostly about where he's from and why he started dancing. I wasn't listening to most of it. I was distracted with fretting about my midterm tomorrow.

Eventually we finished dinner, and as the final plates are picked up, I lead him to the door.

"I hope you do well on your test tomorrow!" He leans against the doorframe, "It was fun tonight; having other people to talk to and eat with. Felt kinda like home"

I smile, "Yeah. Thank you for helping me with my dancing, by the way! I never would've been able to do this without you. You're a life saver"

"Maybe next ti-" He's interrupted by my Eomma, yelling to us from the kitchen.

"You should get his phone number, Stacy! In case you need help again"

I start to blush, hiding my face in my hands.

He laughs, "here. Give me your hand"

I pull my shaky hands away from my face. Immediately they're engulfed by his warm hands, gently writing out his phone number on my palm.

"Call me if you need help again. Or if you just wanna chat" He pulls his hands away. Without another word, he is gone. Back to his apartment.

In reality, he's only next door. The thumping of my heart pulls me towards him, but my brain forces me back a million miles away.

"He was cute, Stacy. Do you know if he's single?"

"Eomma!" I shout, "Stop being so blunt with everything! Gosh, this is so embarrassing.."

✿

Things were going well. I finished my midterm for dance and surprisingly got an 87%. I began talking to others in my dance class. I made friends with two of them, Taehyung and Jimin, who apparently were in the same group as Hoseok.

They told me funny memories about the band and I told them about America. We got along really nicely. It was pleasant to have someone to sit with at lunch.

It had been around a week since I'd spoken to him. Getting home, my mind wandered back to our conversations. Eyes lingering a little too long on Hoseok's door, I miss the part where it opens.

"Oh, hey Stacy" He greets.

I don't miss the sorrowful glint in his eyes. He seems sad, or nervous, or maybe just tired. I pretend to not see it, "I got an 87% on my dance test a few days back! My teacher even complimented me, saying I did well. Thank you again for helping me!"

For the first time, I see him smile.

"That's great! I knew you'd do well. I know you don't love dancing, but you do have good rhythm"

"Thank you, but really it's all thanks to you" I said.

"Um, so I asked some of my friends in my group and they are actually in one of your classes! Do you know Jimin and Taehyung?" He asks.

"Yeah! We're good friends now, surprisingly" I laugh.

"Oh" He responded, "That's great."

Again I see that darker look in his eyes. I finally remember.

"I'm sorry I didn't text you, Hoseok" I mumble.

"Hm? Oh.... It's fine. I didn't notice"

He didn't notice? I fumble with the keys on my lanyard. He is pretty friendly, he most likely has a ton of friends. He probably isn't waiting on my calls. Still, he seems unwell. I try one last time:

"I did save it on my phone though! I just forgot to actually send the text." I fake a laugh, "You're always welcome to dinner, though. My moms definitely love you."

I continued, "I know, I know it sucks to be alone all the time. This is actually the first time in a while that I've had friends"

He glances up, dark eyes meeting mine. For a second, it feels like we've known each other for years and this is just a moment like any other. It feels like for the first time, I see a layer of him past the happy smile. I see him.

"Yeah, sorry..." He brings his hand to rest on the back of his neck, "I just, it's hard living on my own all the time. I kinda feel like I don't know anyone. Like maybe.... No one really knows me"

"That makes two of us" I said.

"Really?"

"It's not like I had many friends back home, and moving to South Korea?" I snicker, "Sure, I know some Korean, but I haven't made any friends at that school. Everyone there is so.. So artsy and cool and I just-, I'm just kinda basic I guess"

"You aren't basic" He smiled. I smiled back.

"Let's be each other's friends?" He suggested.

"Only if you'll have dinner with us tonight"

[traumatizeddfox]

hi nothing extreme, just some AITA friend "drama" im looking for a second opinion on. hope ur doing well!

so i recently became friends w this girl and we've been friends for several months now. we met at a mental health awareness program and she immediately opened up that she had anxiety etc. on the one hand i was like it's good to just cut the bs and be honest but at the same time i was a little on guard that she immediately opened up like that yk?

our relationship (platonic) has been fairly smooth, but she will often text me (we live just across the street from each other it turns out) and ask to come over or for me to come over because she's unwell, either mentally or physically. 99% of the time i've been turning her down because i don't feel like we're on that level yet, yk? but i try to still show my support by offering to continue texting her and listening to her vent. but every time i say no she gives me the silent treatment for days and it's really annoying.

a few weeks ago i had invited her to a party i was going to, and she declined. when i was at the party, she texted me saying she had a headache, and i said oof. she asked for us to make plans for the weekend and i said yes. then she asked if i had a problem, and i was really confused, so i said no? and then she said "that was not kind" and that she'd been struggling the past week and i never checked up on her. i was so confused because i was like, how is agreeing to hang out not kind? so i was like sorry im confused, i said yes to hanging out this weekend?? and then the silent treatment began for a while.

today she asked to come over because she's sad. i said i have to clean the house in preparation for company this week, which i told her about previously. but then i offered to give her some coping tips to show that i'm not just trying to flake. and she hasn't responded since.

i know our friendship is kinda based off of the fact that i do mental health support stuff, and so i've really been feeling like i'm more of a therapist to her, or better yet, a firefighter. because she expects me to drop everything immediately and come running to fix the situation, when it's not my responsibility to begin with. i just don't know why she expects so much of me. none of my friends are as needy as her emotionally. (am i her only friend??)

i kinda wanna stop being friends with her. i feel like it's just unbalanced and communication isn't going to work if she's going to just ignore me. i know she's going through a lot, i feel bad for her, but i really feel like she's expecting too much too soon. i'm normally an empathetic and giving person but the amount of times she asks me to come over is frustrating and exhausting.

AITA?

I dont think you're the asshole at all for that. I think she probably has no one to talk to or maybe feels more comfortable with you, and maybe has co dependency issues. It isn't your responsibility to make sure she is safe all the top, especially since you guys aren't that close yet. I don't think distancing yourself from her is bad either, ive been in this situation before where someone treated me like a therapist and a not a friend and it was rly damaging to me. she also seems to have a lot of issues, but that isnt your problem either, and by the way it sounds, you seem to still help her out,so no i dont think youre the asshole at all!

[dragonpigeons]

So. Would anyone be interested in a Deku x Riida/Reader fic that I’ve been writing on and off for the past year or so? I’ve written it in second person POV but it’s also written using Riida as the self-insert. Also all characters are aged up to be mid-to-late 20s and living the adult life. Fic is about them being roommates. SFW. I shared the first part with a friend and they said I should post it soooo I’m considering it and opening it up to y’all -wipes sweat- Let me know in the comments!

[gothreigen]

oh to be a do not disturb sign on a hotel room door

[mydarlinglaszlo]

Loquatius/Laerryn Playlist (EXU Calamity)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4Eg32kS5RLskIrKzS8Kvlw?si=e399ee9cd0894da3 I mean… they absolutely own my heart and making playlists is like my favorite thing, so I definitely had to. I've been listening to it a lot these past few days (very much making myself sad) and I kinda wanted to share. It's mostly about them as a ship, but there are some songs about each of them individually. Also I absolutely cannot make short playlists to save my life, oops.

I just… am such a sucker for the dynamic of exes that are still very in love with each other (and sam and aabria play it so well!), and the letting go even though there are clearly so many lingering feelings there, the wistfulness and tragedy of it all in a show that is built upon a way larger world-shattering tragedy (that was inevitably influenced by their actions and their love), the way they simply don't have the time… And there are so many songs i adore that just feel So Them and it's! such a great feeling to find The Playlist for them. Obviously i had to start it with 'greek tragedy' lol, it's one of my fave songs ever and it's Just So Fitting

and the 'i was just enough, but you needed everything / it's all a blur, we're clearly fading, baby / why couldn't i make you want to leave the world behind'?, 'nobody said it was easy, nobody ever said it would be this hard, oh take me back to the start' 'when i watch the world burn all i think about is you'? i'm unwell. ahhhh i just. love them so much and they're absolutely going to crush my heart next episode huh

anyway yeah i hope you like the playlist i suppose! <3

[dausy]

So..WEIRD..but I get home from work and my apartment smells like chemicals and my dog is coughing and it looks like sections of my carpet had been peeled up in the corners of the house and theres damage to a 2 inch space on my carpet near the tv.

so like..2 weeks ago? pest control came by and asked if they could spray and I was unwell but I offered to let him spray anyway but I must have looked crazy because he said he'd come back another day. So now I'm wondering if they came back today but I have carpet damage. My dog in her 6 years of life is not destructive. So I have no idea what weird freak of nature thing has happened. I opened windows and called the front desk and they said pest control wasn't scheduled for my apt today. So idk wtf happened and I'm a little mad my carpet is destroyed and I'm wondering if something happened to my dog to make her eat carpet or if pest did come back off schedule and accidentally destroyed my carpet. But I guess I'll just sit here alone pondering.

have no idea..invest in cameras one of these days.

Anywho, I felt bad I hadn't painted in a while. I've been doing a lot of art related stuff on top of my other piles of nonart stuff but I havent been able to sit and create in the past few weeks. So I kinda did something just really fast and in all honestly I had to digitally edit..like everything because the fact that this is filler content shows. I'm not complaining or putting myself down or anything because any art for fun is good. And I started a new audiobook while doing this and had a great time. Its fine but it was definitely fast filler art. I have some things that I have to do and I'd half like to say that thatll make my personal art go on the backburner for a while but in reality usually I paint more original pieces when I'm procrastinating on the stuff I have to do.

I have 2 collaborations to do. I'd like to do the copic art contest this year but probably wont. I don't have to work tomorrow but theres a class I'm taking that I need to do a project for and I really just want to read this book and play Horizon Zero Dawn.

Yup, thanks for listening

[mybrainproblems]

Opening Lines Tag Game

I was tagged by @darkshrimpemotions (grazie! this really took me on a trip down memory lane!)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Okay so. For funsies I decided to pull from my fic graveyard and drafts as well as fic posted to AO3 and Tumblr.

Things I've learned from reading these: I am a slut for setting the scene in a very descriptive way. I already knew this but I didn't know it was to this degree. I want to drag you down into the emotional state of this fic like a kelpie. Also... lots of long/chained sentences.

(Also I linked literally everything in case something tickles anyone's fancy and wants to look at the tales of fandoms past)

1. The Winchesters: A Very Supernatural Spin-off (AO3)

I'm trying to decide if I want to continue this one. All I have to say is that Robbie should give me a call.

[Present Day] INT. The Bunker kitchen, late evening CASTIEL has been saved from The Empty. He sits at the kitchen table with DEAN WINCHESTER. They both keep glancing at each other, never at the same time, both on the verge of saying something. Neither of them can get the words out. Eventually -

2. trivial pursuit (AO3, destiel)

Based on a Tumblr post. Just some silly fluff!

They'd been trying to be less like the local cryptids ever since things got... normal. Or at least as normal as they were going to get. And who knew what a world with free will would end up looking like in the next few years anyway?

3. rib cages like cathedrals (AO3, destiel)

I love the intro to this too much not to post all of it I'm sorry! It's just... partial trueform metaphorical consumehimnatural and everything associated gives me some kinda feeling.

It’s a dance.

Though Dean doesn’t remember the last time he really, truly danced – just that it was before the apocalypse. Which apocalypse? Well, that’s a loaded question now, isn’t it? (Was it before the angel? An even more loaded one.)

And Cas. Cas remembers a time that Dean had drunkenly whirled him around the bunker library, but that was years ago. And they never did talk about that the next day like they meant to. Or said they meant to.

But this is their dance. Dean who cooks, Dean who eats. Cas who plates, Cas who watches. Dean; edible, touchable. Cas; hands, teeth, lips, tongue, eyes, wings, talons greedy.

Both hungry.

4. midnight radio (draft, unpublished, destiel)

I am unwell over the mixtape. Someday I will finish and post this.

Tonight they're somewhere in Pennsylvania where the corn stretches from the crumbling edges of the parking lot into eternity and the blacktop of the road winds off to nowhere, heat shimmering above. With the sun set, there's a smudge of orange-brown on the horizon in the direction of town but otherwise the sky is a cloudy worn-velvet black. It's just past midnight and in spite of the ten hour drive Dean hunches over the radio, bowed down as though in prayer with the sound turned low and barely-audible over Sam's breathing.

5. Untitled destiel Tumblr fic

Written after the Tombstone script drop.

He can still feel the ash from the pyre on his skin, the smell of charred wood and… the smell and feel clings even though it’s been days, even though Sam made sure that he’s showered and isn’t completely subsisting on a liquid diet.

6. Unpublished, untitled, probably never going to finish it but it's a canonverse s1 alt-timeline supernatural fic. I think it's too much of a sprawling and messy story to continue writing. (It charts the story of dean and benny getting together and them amicably breaking up and dean and cas getting together over the course of multiple years. This is technically the middle and it starts in media res)

The moonscape of southern Wyoming whips past, desolate and sunblasted rock and scrub looking too alien for this earth. There isn’t a sign of life besides the occasional eighteen-wheeler jockeying for position with a passenger car. The sun beats down, just sunk behind in the past hour as the car pointed east – the drive out had been brutal, facing the sun and elevation playing havoc with his ability to focus. Everything still swims a little and he feels slightly punch drunk and floaty, uncertain whether it’s the elevation or some strange reaction to the cold empty grief in his stomach.

7. Great Journeys Begin with a Single Step... And a Dragon (AO3, todobaku)

I love this fic. Maybe I will finish it some day... unfortunately I've left the fandom so probably not.

If you had asked Bakugou Katsuki not even a week ago whether he would consider traveling with another person to search for the Opal Mirror of Invincibility he would have either laughed them out of whatever hole in the wall tavern he was pressing for answers in or just flat out set off a fireball at them. And yet here he was, wedged into a saddle that was definitely not big enough for two adult men and trying to ignore the fact that the person behind him was yet again leaning too far to one side and causing Deathfire to list slightly.

8. Chlorophilia (AO3, todobaku)

Very very very porny sentient plant tentacle fucking. Also serves as a prequel to "Great Journeys Begin" but both can be read standalone.

That the kingdom bordering the frozen lake at the foot of the mountains was literally eternally on fire was something Bakugou had regarded as nothing more than heavily-embellished travelers’ tale. What he hadn’t expected was that it would be exactly the opposite – gale force freezing winds blasting across desolate rock. He’d been loathe to leave his loyal steed behind, but even Deathfire, his beloved crimson nightwing would not be able to fly in those winds. Which was how he found himself trudging across the barren rock, grasping his fur cloak tightly around himself as he stubbornly pressed forward.

9. Fireflies, and Fire in Your Veins (AO3, todobaku)

I miss fireflies. Sequel to Tipping Point.

It had been three days since Bakugou Katsuki had kissed Todoroki Shouto. It had also been three days since Bakugou had accidentally tipped himself out of a hammock while making out with Todoroki Shouto and a coincidental three days since he had even remotely acknowledged one Todoroki Shouto outside of it being absolutely necessary in class.

10. Tipping Point (AO3, todobaku)

Summer is my favorite season, I love writing fic set in summer. Prequel to "Fireflies"

It was the type of summer heat that rose up around you in a cacophony of cicadas and sunshine, an oppressive dusty heat pressing in, getting caught up under your skin until it itched and felt like you were ready to burst – everything around feeling alive and ready to explode as it seethes in the heat. There was a needy restlessness to the day as the heat rose up and pressed in, the world feeling ready to explode out – if it weren’t for the heat.

11. Unpublished draft, file name "erasermight can't cook"

Domestic fic, my love.

There were a lot of things that Aizawa Shouta was good at: suppressing quirks, keeping the media at bay, sleeping in odd places, knitting. There were also things that Aizawa Shouta wasn’t good at: seven times tables, shoe repair, cooking. And while needing to know seven times tables and how to re-sole a shoe were things that didn’t occur on the regular, cooking was something that occurred very frequently – supposedly three times per day.

12. honest body, honest night (AO3, erasermight)

Give it up for achingly soft smut.

Shouta likes nights with Toshinori, likes the honesty of their bodies as they lay together sprawled across the bed with their legs tangling. Sometimes it’s the honesty of a confessional, sometimes it’s the simple honesty of a fuck, other times it’s the honesty of telling – or not telling – the stories of scars as fingers trace over raised and twisted skin. There are nights where it’s just one, sometimes times two, and on others all three. Shouta finds that he doesn’t have a preference for any, only a preference that Toshinori be there in bed with him.

13. Untitled victuuri prompt fic (Tumblr)

Yuuri is ticklish :P

Yuuri supposed it was ironic that he was so relaxed, that he considered it calming to be putting together a pair skate routine with Viktor. A year ago he might have actually fainted over the simple idea of it, nevermind actually doing it.

14. Hush (AO3, shiran)

I get into a fandom and eventually I just end up shipping the old men together.

Coran had gotten used to finding his comrades wandering around the castle after hours. It was a regular occurrence as the new paladins adapted to their new lives, as Allura and he adapted to their new lives.

15. Young Boy Blues (AO3, promptis)

There was a crispness to the air as the breeze cut through the trees, rustling leaves and sending dappled rays of light dancing. Prompto looked up, closing his eyes against the sun’s rays and let the stirring air wash over him as he inhaled. After a moment, he looked down and forward again, opening his eyes slowly and starting to walk along again, putting one foot purposefully in front of the other. There was something different about this day. Something that he couldn’t place but something that he knew deep down in his chest, an existential longing for something he didn’t yet have a name for.

16. The Night Forest: Ultracrepidarian (unpublished draft, erunai)

"The Night Forest" was going to be a series of spy AU vignette fics that skip around in time and location to tell the story of starcrossed lovers. It was conceptually based around a list of obscure vocabulary words.

Ultracrepidarian – One who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge The air was cool outside of the house, clearing his brain of 2am muzziness as he sat down on one of the lawn chairs behind the house. He frowned into the mug that he had filled with water before stepping outside and drew his robe around himself more tightly as a breeze rattled the shadows cast by the trees and the sickly yellow light of the neighboring house’s garage. In the whisper of dried leaves he could hear Marie’s voice – his wife for the next month – as she’d locked eyes with him while he dabbed at the bullet graze on her shoulder: “Someday you'll have to .”

17. The Night Forest: Quidnunc (Tumblr, erunai)

Quidnunc – One who always has to know what is going on The words that Erwin would use to describe Nile were many, but in this instance the two that came to mind were ferocious and inscrutable. From across the street their eyes met, Nile’s gaze never losing its fire and never giving away the source of its heat. He shook his head sharply as Erwin made to step forward, eyes narrowing to a glare as he non-verbally warned Erwin to stay away.

18. The Night Forest: Cheiloproclitic (Tumblr, erunai)

Cheiloproclitic – Being attracted to someone’s lips There was the firm set of his lips, the still and stony attitude as he listened, ever-careful to find the catch or the crack to slip through. There was the softness in rare moments of surprise, the languid uptick of amusement, the purse of his almost-perfect cupid’s bow paired as he withheld his frustration. There was the oh-so-beautiful smoothness as his lips wrapped around that frustration, rolling it around on his tongue, weighing it carefully before allowing it to pass.

19. Lance Stages an Intervention (for himself) (AO3, klance)

It was a peaceful Sunday, a cool breeze wafting in through the cracked window and carrying the loamy crisp smell of fall into the apartment. Within the apartment itself the crisp scent of apples mixed with the heat of cinnamon and brown sugar as Hunk moved around the kitchen, rolling out dough to make apple tarts. Pidge lounged across the couch reading a book, having been ejected from the kitchen twenty minutes ago as they tried to pilfer some the sliced apples from where they sat covered in sugar and spices. All in all, it was lazy and quiet in the apartment – sunny and warm and carefree.

20. These Golden Hours (AO3, ereri)

So yes the intro linked vs typed are different... I have ALWAYS hated ch1 up to the first break so I started re-writing it at one point earlier this year. I ended up losing the motivation before finishing so I've left it up as-is on AO3.

but also... I do think about shopping this to be for-real-published pretty frequently. I'm sure a story about an age-inverted sugar daddy/ossan rental AU, slice of life, coming of age, summer romance, age gap relationship story played absolutely straight has a huge market /s

There's the heady sharp smell after rain, slowly covered over by the gentle high perfume of early spring lilac wafting through the cracked window. The midday sunshine streams in, reflecting softly off the white furniture and illuminating the tangle of three boys on the couch.

By the time I finished the fic the ship fandom made me sick but I fucking LOVE this fic. It's a love letter to Cape Cod and a really meditative and critical look at the inequalities in relationship dynamics (age, social, financial)

[tahere-ravenwick]

Inktober Day 4&5: prompt spell & chicken

I've been feeling a bit unwell the past few days and ended up sleeping through day 4 😅 I ended up combining the spell and chicken promps yesterday, I swear I posted this, but I must've been pretty out of it since I couldn't find the photos anywhere on my phone 😑

This is meant to be the Chickenmancer from Skyrim(I was watching funny skyrim stuff and it kinda stuck)