#im a writer i promise

[arlana-likes-to-write]

I'm just doing some research for an upcoming one-shot. Writer problems, am I right? Anyone want a hint of what story I'm working on.

[luminique]

kissing harumasa means keeping your hands on his face and never letting them go down to his neck. he’d even hold them there with his own hands, a silent plea to not touch the mark left by the serum.

he didn’t lash out at you the first (and only) time you unintentionally touched it. instead, he pulled away immediately, the fear in his eyes mixed with his shaky breaths as he’s trying to control himself. he could see his own reflection in your worried eyes, seeing hallucinations of him turning into an ethereal. your hands went to hold his, you could feel him quivering as he shook his head at you. he didn’t mean to ruin the mood, he didn’t want to become a monster. he isn’t a monster but this irrational fear was eating him up whole that it even put your relationship on the line.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t realize what i had done,” your voice was clear as always, guiding him back to the current moment. the reflection of him in your eyes returned to normal but you had a regretful look in your gaze. your thumb rubbed over the back of his hand, reminding him that you were still there. “i love you,” you mumbled out to him, so soft, so quiet. that was all he needed to hear. he knew it was an honest mistake and not intentional on your end, maybe he overreacted. he brought your hands up to his mouth, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. the hands that unknowingly triggered his fight or flight mode, were the same hands that caressed him so gently every time. in between his kisses, he’d say his own ‘i love you’ and ‘i’m sorry’s to try and reassure you of his sudden reaction. he wasn’t deserving of your love, you shouldn’t be the victim of his past, but you stay with him regardless. overcoming it all while holding hands, one kiss at a time.

[turbo-virgins]

Sorry, but I just don’t buy the whole “actually Mythal decided after centuries of wandering Thedas as Flemeth that modern people deserve a chance” thing. Because the fragment of Mythal we’re talking about is the jaded old swamp witch who

-Inhabited the body of a woman betrayed by her lover(s) because they found common ground in their suffering and the injustices done to them. (“Once I was but a woman, crying out in the lonely darkness for justice.” - DAI)

-Resents that betrayal to the point she views men as disposable playthings that she can lure back to her hut, have her way with, and then… murder? I think? (Based on Morrigan’s own account in DAO)

-Abused her daughter under the guise of tough love in an attempt to prepare her for a cruel uncaring world. (Again, Morrigan’s account, DAO)

-Says during her appearance in Inquisition that she will have her reckoning.

-Spent centuries consolidating her power as well as cycling through different human women’s bodies via questionable means for the sake of bringing about said reckoning. (“I have carried Mythal through the ages ever since, seeking the justice denied to her.” and about the Inquisitor: “A Herald indeed. Shouting to the heavens, harbinger of a new age.” - DAI)

-During her scene with Solas at the end of Inquisition does NOT say ANYTHING about disagreeing with Solas’s plans, just that she considers him and old friend and is sorry things are going the way they are. (Seriously, is the dialogue in that regret scene in Veilguard supposed to be from a mental connection they had? Because that dialogue just isn’t in the Inquisition scene.)

And I’m supposed to believe that in her last moments, Flemythal backed off and went “actually I think we need to maintain the status quo”????

None of this paints a picture of someone who has gone soft over time. At least not to the degree that is presented in that regret scene in Veilguard. Sure Flemeth wasn’t all bad, she had some tenderness to her. She shows some genuine care for Morrigan and Kieran (if present) and seems hurt when Morrigan implies she was trying not to be the kind of mother Flemeth was to her.

At the end of Inquisition, we can’t tell for certain to what degree she approves of Solas’s methods. But it seems like a step in said methods was to absorb her power and doom her, an embodiment of Justice, to take a passive role once more. And we know what happens when a spirit is denied its purpose. Justice denied its purpose could turn to Vengeance. Which, to me, feels like it would better echo the themes of Solas’s pride/wisdom duality, inquisition’s themes around what it means to become a god-like force of nature, DA2’s question of whether violence is necessary for revolution (which literally has the Justice/Vengeance duality in it with Anders), and DAO’s theme of sacrifice for the greater good.

[onionninjasstuff]

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[goldetrash]

[starlit-writer]

omega!reader leaving alpha!simon's quarters after throwing a protein bar wrapper into a corner and freaking out

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

It's thirty til midnight 'n the house is crowded with the hot press of bodies. Someone's shoutin'. Actually, most of 'em are shoutin'. The living room stinks like the spilled beer Two's ground down into the carpet. The TV's playin'. Some New Year's special that Pony's glued to. The record players skippin' its way through a Christmas album. The tree's still up 'cause none of them would let Darry take it down 'til after New Year's.

Darry checks his watch once, runs his thumb absently over the face, compares it to the little glowin' clock above the stove, stands up 'n shifts past the card game Johnny has been creamin' Dallas at for the last half hour. Darry wasn't sure how he had any money to his name left. He steps over the coffee table 'n catches the hand of pure shit Dallas grins 'n ups the bet on. Good lord Johnny was gonna have the shirt off his back before the night was over.

Soda's bouncin' back 'n forth between the holiday special 'n the card game, offerin' commentary only Johnny seems to enjoy. Steve's got a huge bowl of popcorn Darry had fixed balanced on his lap, pitchin' kernels at Two's mouth as he dives for 'em.

Darry sighs, snatches one out of the air 'n pops it into his own mouth, steppin' out of the way so Two falls unceremoniously onto his knees with a grin.

"Hey! I was gonna catch that one!" Darry rolls his eyes, absently grabs Pony from where he had his nose three inches from the tube 'n hauls him back, much to Pony's indignation.

"Sure you were. Just like you were gonna catch the other thirty or so that I'm gonna have to vacuum outta the carpet." But he doesn't really mean it. The mood's high 'n Darry's just pleased to have 'em all together. Outta trouble 'n safe.

"Hey it ain't my fault Steve can't throw straight! He ain't exactly got your arm, Dar." Two wraps both hands around Darry's bicep 'n Darry hauls him up, danglin' like a monkey with his knees all bent.

"Hey!" Steve takes his opportunity 'n dives off the couch, nearly dumpin' the entirety of the bowl onto Dallas' head. Dally yowls, drops his cards onto the table 'n snatches for Steve's ankles to drag him back across the floor. Johnny leans over, tips the cards up, 'n grins to himself, then promptly sprawls to the side to avoid Darry shakin' Two off him 'n onto the floor.

Soda, never to be left out, throws himself into the mess of limbs until they're all a tangled mass of carpet burn 'n sharp-toothed peels of laughter. Darry disentangles himself, hovers in the doorway 'n watches them for a moment. Then he checks his watch again, adjusts the worn leather strap, peers at the clock on the stove glowin' softly through the darkness of the kitchen, 'n slips out the back door.

He knows his time is numbered 'cause Pony 'n Soda have always been herders. Had to know where everyone was at all times. But Pony's sleepy 'n zoned in on the TV like a lifeline 'n Soda's had two shots (both hastily over the kitchen sink 'cause Pony still thought Soda was drunk on the plain idea of bein' alive 'n they all liked to let him think it) so he had maybe just a few more minutes than usual.

It's fridged outside. The kinda cold that burns along his bare arms 'n makes his breath hang in low clouds around his face.

He can't really explain it. He's never been real good about the holidays. They're just... heavy. Even before, well, everythin'.

He crosses the porch, sinks down on the stair 'n blinks down the empty street. There's a light or two on. One house or the other still holdin' out for midnight. Most are quiet 'n dark 'n Darry's heart does an odd little flip in his chest.

He doesn't know why he thinks about the winter he was twelve 'n had been the best of friends with the boy that lived on the corner. Or why his stomach sinks when he thinks about how hard he'd cried when they had moved out. Inconsolable even when their mama had pulled him up into her lap (though he was too big for that. Too big for needin' his mama.) (that last bit was never true. He still needed his mama. Maybe more than he ever had before.) 'n had just cried 'n cried 'til Soda 'n Pony had come home from wherever they'd been 'n that had been that. 'Cause he shouldn't cry in front of his brothers. He should be strong for them.

Somethin' shatters to the ground inside 'n jerks Darry outta his memory.

"Sorry!" Someone hollers 'n Darry chuckles to himself. Man, maybe he shouldn't have had that last beer. He must be in too good of a mood 'cause he doesn't even think about goin' in to reem out whoever was breakin' shit. But he knows that's not true 'n it ain't the beer to blame.

He runs his hands up 'n down his arms, stands up 'n crosses the lawn, dead 'n dry in winter, leans against the fence 'n hisses when the metal bites into his arms. He sighs, kicks at the hole ripped in the bottom, smiles absently to himself.

Soda 'n Two had put that there. Had run one of those push petal cars so hard into it they'd both flown off 'n scraped knees 'n elbows 'n come crawlin' up the steps with, not two, but three missin' teeth between the two of them.

God, they must have been in middle school then. When had they grown up so much?

"Agh put me down you sonofabitch!" Somethin' else hits the ground but this time Darry's mostly sure it's a person. No one wails so he figures he's still safe. 'N he ain't ready to go back in yet.

He checks his watch, fiddles with the knob on the side, a nervous habit he's had since he was eighteen. Fifteen minutes to go. Plenty of time.

A breeze kicks up, swings the gate open 'n closed so it lets out a low, mournful squeal. It hadn't hung right since the summer Darry was ten. They'd always just jumped the fence, givin' each other the boosts they refused to ask for, gigglin' when their mama had called them coyotes, takin' runnin' starts 'n laughin' off when they misjudged it 'n came down hard on their knees. Their daddy had sworn he was gonna fix it every summer since.

He never got to.

Last month they'd had a real bad wind storm that pushed that old gate forlornly back 'n forth for hours, wailin' 'n moanin' until Darry had scowled 'n muttered he was gonna fix that goddamn thing if it was the last thing he ever did. 'N then he'd looked over at Pony 'n they both suddenly felt sick to their stomachs.

He never did get around to it.

The wind howls 'n Darry flexes his fingers, realizes suddenly its the only sound he can hear. He checks his watch again. Five minutes to go. He should go back inside.

But then he's runnin' his fingers around the face 'n thinkin' about the people not waitin' for him back in that hot 'n crowded living room. Thinkin' about how it ain't really his watch.

It had been his daddy's. His pride 'n joy. Thick leather strap 'n gold platin' around the face 'n it had been his granddaddy's before him. God, Darry had coveted it. Could remember bein' thirteen, runnin' fingers around 'n around it til it shone. Fifteen 'n askin' his daddy if he'd pass it down to him one day. Eighteen when he had put it in his hands on his graduation day.

You gotta watch out for it. The time flies, kiddo. Be careful how you spend it.

Darry doesn't hear the screen door slam, or the patterin' footsteps across the lawn, or the creak of the fence as someone leans against it til Soda's there, head restin' down on Darry's shoulder. Darry jumps, scrubs the back of his hand against the tears so hot against his flushed cheeks they burn. 'Cause he shouldn't cry in front of his brothers. He had to be strong.

"I figured I'd find you out here." Soda wraps a blanket, stolen from the couch, around Darry's arms 'n he suddenly realizes just how cold he is. He sighs, pulls Soda in 'n tucks him under his elbow.

"C'mon, Soda. You shouldn't be out here." 'N he shouldn't. 'Cause he shouldn't ruin everyone else's good time with his stupid achin'. "Let's get you back inside."

Soda tilts his head back 'n blinks up at Darry. Or, no he doesn't. He doesn't need to. Hasn't needed to look up to Darry in a long time, long since hit that final growth spurt that had their mama lettin' out all his jean hems 'n hopin' they stopped below his ankle. "You shouldn't be out here alone, Dar."

"I'm fine-"

"Oh, I know. You're fine. You're good. You're peachy." Soda sighs, drops his chin back down to Darry's shoulder. "You thinkin' about them?"

'N he is. But not really. He's thinkin' about all of them. About breakin' promises 'n not bein' careful enough. About turnin' around one day 'n Pony's not six years old 'n followin' Darry around 'cause he was still young enough to think Darry was the coolest person alive. That Soda's not ten years old 'n missin' his front tooth 'n a permanent bandaid on his knees 'n bringin' home one kid after another until their house was always full. That Johnny 'n Two 'n Dallas 'n Steve ain't just his brother's friends or strangers hangin' around his living room or even just good buddies.

"I'm thinkin' about my resolution." He pulls Soda in closer 'n somewhere down the street someone bangs pans together. A lone firework bangs off into the sky, lightin' his brother's face in a way that makes him look like he was a kid again, pressed against the window 'n tryin' so hard to stay awake.

"Well, don't leave me hangin'." Soda yawns, presses his face into Darry's chest to shield it from the wind.

Darry smiles softly to himself, runs a hand through Soda's hair, the lamp light bouncin' off the watch face when he lifts his wrist.

"I'm gonna keep some old promises."

I ain't gonna let time slip me by. The back door bangs open 'n when Darry turns he can see the shinin' grin on Two's face, his arm draped around Steve's shoulders. Pony leanin' hard on Dallas though Darry knows he'll claim he ain't tired. Johnny shiverin' in his too-big jacket.

"Come on, Dar! You're gonna miss it!" 'N Darry knows he means the ball drop or the announcer on TV or the end of the special but Darry can only smile ruefully, shift Soda closer to him 'n sweep him right off his feet to carry him inside.

You're right. You gotta be careful or you will. You'll miss it all.

tags 'cause y'all were so sweet in my other post I was like well I simply gotta finish this right now😭@trekkiehood @strxwberry-julius @marmaladedcroissant @wildestdreamcatcher @sarcasticallyexplicit11 @scalls @greasernamedbug

[akard-kiwi-ao3]

aaauuugh im nervous to post this. Throws this at the Toxichero fans and runs

...Also Griefer is a very aggressive kisser and Player won't admit that they enjoy it because HE KEEPS MAKING THEIR LIPS BLEED--GRIEFER STOP BUSTING THEIR LIP OPEN, YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BUTT YOUR HEAD TO THEIR FACE!!! THAT'S NOT HOW THIS WORKS!!!

[thatbrokenheartedwitch]

Regulus: Do you have the pig?

James: What pig?

Barty: I thought Evan was getting it???

Evan: What no? You were supposed to get it!

James: What pig?? What are you talking about??

Regulus: We don't have the pig?? We needed that!

Barty: Well I didn't know!

Regulus: How the fuck are we supposed to get rid of it now??

James: GET RID OF WHAT?? WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT A PIG??

Regulus/Barty/Evan (simultaneously): THE BODY?! OBVIOUSLY!!

James: WTF???

Evan: Yeah, Reg here wanted to try and get rid of a body a new way so we're doing this.

Barty: The pig was supposed to eat the fucking corpse and we were going to burn the pig after to get rid of the evidence which was going to be SO fun but NO ONE TOLD ME I HAD TO GET THE PIG

Regulus: ... I literally told you to get it this morning.

James: But- t-the poor pig:(

[syistoppedgivingafuck]

i haven't made a video in 5 months and i havent TWEENED in over 3 years 💀💀🙏🙏 this bitch was a STRUGGLE

[woofwoofwolf]

DUNGEON MESHI FANFIC SERVER

Hello everyone! I noticed there is a real lack of fanfic servers for dungeon meshi so I've decided to make my own.

I love to talk about this series and talking about what you're working on is a great way to motivate yourself! So please, come on by and tell us what you're working on!

Please note that I made this server first and foremost to talk about reader inserts, but that other people are more than welcome and encouraged to join <3

We are:

18+ SFW

For fanfic writers, not for role play

open for M/M, F/F, M/F and other, all is welcome <3

Reader insert/ yume ship friendly

anime only friendly (with separate channels for manga spoilers)

shipping friendly

OC friendly

[LINK]

[the0p]

lover boy

fluff, both are idols, mlm, loser activities, rest of txt mentioned

me and kai sat on the hotel room room next to each other, my legs resting comfortably on top of his both of our heads bearded reading comics we bought during the trip. kai originally wasn't one for reading comics with me finding them a bit boring even, but the more I spent time with him forcing him to watch Marvel movies, the more invested and interested he became so it didn't take long before he was joining me in my so called 'loser activities'. the room was silent, only the occasional sounds of pages turning and comic book switches when we finished with one and reached for the next chapter. we both were fully invested, just enjoying each others presence before beomgyu came knocking on our door like a maniac.

"Dude!!! let me in!!" his words loud as we heard a light smack and a wine following. it was obvious all four of them were waiting. I placed the comic down the bed littered with a bunch of them, even some unopened ones on the floor. it was obvious we splurged a bit. I took my legs off kais as he sat up as well scratching a bit as I went over to the door, unlocking it, beomgyu and yeonjun arguing as soobin and taehyun where having a normal conversation. they all piled in dressed up for some reosan.

"we are planning on going out. are you two joining or??" soobin asked, glancing around the room, taking in the mess, knowing we probably wouldn't want to go. I glanced at kai, both of us silently exchanging words.

"Nah, we'll stay." kai said, looking at the four males. yeonjun groaned, annoyed but not exactly surprised as the other three just agreed and left as quickly as they got here.

I lay back down on the bed kai, following shortly after both of us just looked at each other in silence for a bit before braking into a fit of laughter. me and kai were both home bodies, so it wasn't anything new for the others. ofc it had a tendency to be annoying, and we both knew that, but they knew not to push it.

"Did you see how unhappy yeonjun looked?? pure comedy." I said, a smile on my face as I lay on my back at the feet of the bed running a hand through my hair. kai laughed along, nodding. the laughter died down after a bit as we went back to what we were doing before him passing me the one I started and him going back to his. the sun was starting to set already as we've been here for a few hours. I started to feel sleepy, so I moved up a bit, placing my head on kais's stomach, still resting on my back as I closed my eyes. he looked away from the pages, looking down at me as he placed the comic down, running a hand through my hair, playing with the strands.

"Are you tired??" he asked his voice soft and gental. I hummed appreciating the delicate touch. he nodded, understandingly turning off the table lamps that he could reach without making me move, which I found very cute. the room was dimly lit. There was only one lamp that stayed on, which was in the corner of the room, both of us too lazy to get up and turn it off.

the silence was comfortable. peaceful. kais stomach rose and fell as my breathing matched his without noticing. the silence didn't last long as I got a phone call, my ring tone filling the room. I shoot up wide awake now worried it was the manager or something only to see beomgyus name on the screen, making me roll my eyes as I answered it, putting it on speaker.

"hey beomgyu"

"y/n!!!!!" his voice was loud as he screamed into the mic

"Sorry about that he's a bit drunk right now." taehyuns voice came through. I didn't know they went drinking.

"yall are out drinking??" kai asked before I could as he was sat now as well

"Yes. now, if you two love birds wanna join, I'll send you the location. Bye." The line went flat as taehyun ended the call. his words came off so casual. I felt the tip of my ears go red at his words kai obviously a bit flustered as well. me and him never talked about our relationship status. we knew we had feelings for each other, but we didn't pursue each other romantically. I got a text message from taehyun with their location as I checked it, noticing it was only a few minutes away. I cleared my throat glancing at kai.

"Do you wanna go?? it's only a 10 minute walk." I said as he stayed quiet, thinking for a bit before nodding a small smile on his beautiful features.

"I'm down, lover boy." The nickname caught me off guard big time. lover boy? me? he didn't seem to be embarrassed or even thinking too much about what he just said as he got up and went to his suite case, finding some clean clothes to change into.

"Lover boy??" I finally asked as he hummed, looking at me clothes in hand.

"It suits you y/n"

[starfish-spencer]

Whumptober day 2: "Trust issues"

Falling in love with her was never part of his plan.

Previous drawings: 1

[stories4eve]

"I would do anything to protect you!"

"Anything..?"

[cowabungacatharsis]

hello i’m so glad you’re back !!!! i’m milo milkshake anon but i’m legally hazard anon :3 have you drawn davesprite ever? he’s my favorite of all time…….. - ⚠️ anon

hello hazard anon!!! ive never actually drawn davesprite before right now somehow (actual crime) so heres a quick one 4 you :]

[sutherlins]

ON TONGUES THAT ARE NOT BORN ↝ SydCarmy | Rated: E | Complete 3/3 | Word Count: 17K+ | [READ HERE]

Summary: Tired graduate student Sydney Adamu pays for a yearly pass to the museum. It's easier to study there than at the library and the dollar coffee makes the pass pay for itself in a few months. Something draws her to the Classics and Antiquities hall. One statue in particular seems to have a strange hold on her. The Statue of Carmen, Merchant of Arpinum. When she comes in one day to find the statue has moved slightly, it sends her down a research rabbit hole that releases Carmen from a two thousand year old curse and puts them both in danger. The soulmates have to perform a ritual to ensure Carmen stays human and doesn't turn back to marble. OR Sydney wants to fuck a statue and the feeling is mutual.

♡ any reblogs/kudos/comments are all so appreciated!! Inspired by this post ♡

Syd in this fic:

big wet kisses to @ambeauty and @bakerst-sherlolly for encouraging this nonsense