#idk why im so nervous lol

[concreteburialplot]

VIRALITY - Bad Omens

𝐯𝐢·𝐫𝐚𝐥·𝐢·𝐭𝐲

/ˌ𝐯īˈ𝐫𝐚𝐥ə𝐝ē/

𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥. 𝐈𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

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When successful media marketing and publicity manager Valerie Thornhill is offered a unique opportunity to take on an up & coming alternative band, she hesitates. With the entire band against her, she struggles to navigate through managing her newest clients - especially when some warm up to her quicker than others.

Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!oc

Noah Sebastian x fem!oc

18+ only even tho i’m not sure yet if i feel comfortable writing smut for this fandom - the content is still mature regardless

(edit; totally lied, i'm def writing smut, any smut chapters will have a * by the title lol)

01 - Business Offer

02 - Small Venues

03 - Rehearsal

04 - Rained In

05 - Team Building Exercises

06 - Whiplash*

07 - Heartthrob Strategy

08 - Play Along

09 - Lavender Haze*

10 - Maybe Both, Maybe Neither

11 - Peak Fashion

12 - Liar, Liar*

Crossposted:

-> ao3

-> Wattpad

[simonsquest]

Chapter 17 spoilers. (There's no audio.)

[buckysbarnes]

( inspo )

[stinkrascal]

its so cruel that references do in fact work very well..... why did we all collectively convince ourselves that references are "cheating" and youre not allowed to use them back in the day bc thats ruined me as an adult. references are the shit!

[hypocrisy-incarnate]

about to write a short fic where jon actually is just a village witch or smth and martin is his lovely husband/parttime protector (jon has eye magic but martin has a gun and zero fucks to give after they've been run out of three towns for just existing)

[piplupod]

also fungus gnats or no-see-ums have come indoors while i had the (screened) windows open down here to try to get in a little fresh air, and now I keep getting tiny bugs in my face every so often no matter what room I'm in and idk which they are bc they look so similar so idk how to get rid of them other than just keep trying to kill any that I spot in here and never open the windows again 😭

[cerealmonster15]

i was on a no cuts soccer team one year in middle school and i too played soccer guy position :]

i told myself i was gonna draw something that wasnt just normal and hermie 2day and then. and then i. um. where did all the other characters go.

I FORGOT THE GOTHIFIED JIMMY BUFFET SHIRT WAS CROP TOPPED AND SAFETY PINNED oh well maybe next time fkjsdfldsj

[whumpshaped]

Are you interested in hypnosis play with anyone? I’m F19 and am looking for other people to hypnotize

aw thank u for thinking abt me but no :)

[kerorowhump]

i bought these btw (bottom 2 i already have in hand, top 4 not yet)

[cannibalismyuri]

all's fair (war and peace)

kisses on cheeks and necks and collarbones and fingers / hands on necks pushing me to my best and on my arm pulling me away from the battle and on my face shielding me from my true self / your mouth bruised and bit and divided and conquered while your hands granted me temporary hope and a fucked up nostalgic dissonance from the real world / practice what you preach, i used to tell you / the difference between your preaching and practice never really existed as a discernable distance, but rather a manifestation of fatal hubris staining the cracks of your mantras / love is war and fair, and peace is unrequited and unattainable / the caverns of your love were too enormous for me too even begin to explore the subtleties of it / the vines of my preconceived notions must have wrapped around your throat as you choked out your repeated stories about gratefulness and being sated with the minimum i was given so that i'd never dare hope for more / when you vanished into the humid mist of the mystery that was so inherently you that i never learned to question it, the gasoline left by your presence burned. and it burned bright in the dark and harsh on my skin / your love wasn't fair or unrequited or unattainable. your love wasn't war or peace. your love was elemental / earth, air, fire, wind, water / your love was all-encompassing and destructive, and i drowned in it.

[beepsparks]

Fun fact I have never been actually acknowledged by an actor or voice actor for a character I like before, noticed MAYBE because Andy Poland mentioned he looks at the fanart channels in the official Jackbox server sometimes but a few of my friends have gotten direct acknowledgment from actors of characters in media we like before (and tbh its funny because usually its OUT OF NOWHERE and completely unexpected)

On that note istg if my “baby’s first acknowledgement from an actor/va of a character they like” moment is from Tom or Phil my brain will implode

[candyunicornsateme]

Like this post if you want me to send you a little character/fandom related ask for you to answer. I'll try my best to choose ones related to your fav character/otp if I can tell what they are! :D I don't need to be following you to do it.

[elegyofthemoon]

Unforeseen

finally works on a prompt

this kinda turned more into a bit of a ventfic...ish?

but warning for child death mention

one word prompt

35. Unforeseen

He saw his death coming. Perhaps this was what made him lucky on his last few days of living: to allow himself the preparation for the death to come…or maybe there was more to it than that.

Ion was a kind kid. And a self-aware one. He knew of the people’s views on the Sunchildren — knew that they would not take kindly to him. He knew of the Jibashiri’s reluctance towards him after facing the failures of Risutaiosu and then Surepio after, and it all weighed upon him. 

He must have wondered: what could I do better for my people? What could I do that the other Sunchildren failed to do? It was a feat too much for a child like him, but he took it all the same in a way that a child would. 

Ion was a skilled fortuneteller, or he claimed to be before his people, and people had their doubts at first — the same way they had doubted Surepio’s capabilities of tending to their wounds. 

But Ion insisted, and he’d tell their fortunes, staring into the scry glass he had, waiting and waiting until it felt like time had frozen over him — that was when you knew that their fate had been revealed to him. And he’d take a few seconds more before a smile pushed its way across his face, and he’d gaze at the person and tell them, “There is good fortune ahead of you.” 

Ion would say more than just that: he’d sprinkle in how it’d come to them, what to do to curry the fortune all the more, and what to avoid, and at the end of it, he would give the person a handcrafted sigil, made the night prior in his quarters. 

People did like good fortunes. People enjoyed hearing good things for themselves, and therefore, they would become piqued by his fortunes. More and more people would come, and more and more fortunes would be told, and Ion would not reject any one person from a good fortune. 

Perhaps we should have suspected it sooner, but we had never seen the people so happy when they interacted with the Sunchild. And so the fortunes stayed, and the sigils with them. 

But soon enough, fate would bring these fortunes to light — the false fortunes to light, and in the face of these misfortunes, he would become a victim of his own making. 

Ion was — that was how he could predict his own death. Whatever he had truly seen in the scry glass, it must not have been good for anyone if he had chosen to lie for their sake — not wanting to tell of their doom or the tragedy that would play out. 

Our leader was a liar, but Ion was a kind kid. 

The Solar Rite came, and his people couldn’t wait for the start of a new reign.  The son returned to his father, and his people built a grave to honor Ion no Mikoto's name. 

I wonder: Was he loved in the end? 

He couldn’t be worse than those children of the past, gifting things instead of destroying them, giving hope instead of crushing it. 

The rejections of these sigils he gifted say otherwise. The anger these adults would unleash against their leader — a child, no less — would say otherwise. They build this shrine to Ion no Mikoto, at the edge of Byakuyakoku, and lay the remnant of their former leader with it like they wash their hands of any relation to him. 

But when he offered them these sigils and dreams of a bright future, there was love in the eyes of people — something that no other Sunchild would ever face. When people came to visit, seeking out more fortunetelling and he gave them happier things to hope for, there was love there. Despite the results of his short-acting kindness — despite the cruelty of his final days — wouldn’t these joyful moments be considered love? 

Was he loved in the end? No, but I like to think he was, even for a brief moment. And maybe in future generations to come, the brevity of this love will echo in time, and they will see these rejections as gifts to a leader they had once adored. 

That is all I could hope for for Ion. 

I place my own sigil beside his grave. 

[stinkrascal]

even though it was buried in the tags of my last text post, that text post was the first time ive ever admitted to any of my ocs having The Diagnosis which is also My Diagnosis which means ive just somewhat admitting to having The Diagnosis which is My Diagnosis and wow that was extremely nerve wracking but it also felt nice to get it out there. this is my coming out post i guess

[piplupod]

epic win at old lady group today: the group leader was struggling with a tangled up loose skein of yarn, so i scampered over to the other end of the table where was sitting and offered to untangle it and wind it into a centre-pull yarn bal for her since I remembered how to do it from just the other day fjdkdl and she was very confused why i would WANT to do that but she let me :3

so i got to untangle yarn AND wind a yarn ball AND help someone i appreciate, three things i love doing - YIPPEE !!!

[merwynsartblog]

cant wait for kirby oc secret santa like.. good lord im actually excited man