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In the middle of all this 457 chaos there's me that lowkey ships junho and the salesman/ the recruiter/ddakji guy or whatever you're calling him
I mean have you look at them, imagine the banter we could've got
Like there's junho, a detective who's been trying to find his brother only to be led up to a brutal kids game competition in some sketchy island and also finds out the person who controls the said game is his very own brother that he's been searching for a long time that is also a previous winner in the game
And then there's the salesman (some people call him ddakji or dak ho) who's been trained to kill, to see people that played the games is lower than him like a trash since he was a teenager probably, who doesn't even know the purpose of life anymore, a literal mess, a maniac. That's also probably the one that recruit junho's brother into playing the games(a theory not sure if that would makes sense)
Just imagine that, I could write a few headcanons if anyone interested
And yes yes I know they didn't even interacted once for SHIT(and the only time they ever see one another was when one of them already died and the one died never also see him or does he?)
#rarepair so rare i hold on to the 17 fic in ao3 where they're the main pair like a fucking lifeline#ships that already sinks before its even had a chance to be an actual ship#i even imagine fake scenarios about them#i didn't imagine as a toxic yaoi like 457 i imagine they would be either the most tooth roting fluff ever or gut wrenching heavy angst#some people actually ships them in 2021#by “some” i mean like less than 10 probably#they called them#ddakho#so thats what im gonna call them#to keep the legacy going yk#hwang jun ho#the salesman#or#dak ho#as some people call him#and im gonna call him that too in the future probably#call me sick in the head im actually sick#like literally i randomly thinks about this while im laying in bed sick#and it hasn't leave my head since#so i had to write this#tell me if you're interested to hear more about what i think about them#bc now its my daily thoughts#squid game#squid game 2#457#gihun x inho#hwang in ho#this is the longest post ive ever written like literally not in any of the fandom I've ever been#junho x salesman
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congrats 2 henry peglar for being the only bitch confirmed as to be Fucking That Old Man
#the heron giveth#the terror#alright here come the funny tags#bridglar#briglar#people spell it both ways i think. ill do both hujst to be safe#henry peglar#john bridgens#uh um um. uh#peglar x bridgens#THIS FEELS WEIRD. TO TYPE#bridgens x peglar#alright im done good GRIEF#this isnt even that extreme compared to the shit people are putting on ao3 about these two. god.#anyways hi ive watched this show maybe 7 or 8 times? only just recently have i gotten hooked on them#the scripts make me go nuts too. ''they were lovers in their pasts'' shut the fuck up dont say that to me ill start crying#this is the most risque thing i have ever posted on here#getting out of the fandom game for a while rewired my brain i have to get weird again. and boy do they make me feel weird !#i have a number of terror mutuals who r gonna go nuts over this. fuck yes a little bowl of seeds for me style#this looks blurry posting it hopefully tumblr doesnt crunch the shit out of the quality anyways im done typing goodbye
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To come back to your arms, to lay warm once more
It's always odd to see Dream lounging like this, to find his God (because this is his God. No matter how much the castles scream and tear and twist, this is his God) laying on a sun beam, casually leaning against a rock.
When Karl read about other gods, when he heard people talk about theirs, they were always untouchable by mortals, living far away on their golden palaces. Not like Dream, with paws stained of dirt and scars. A being made of flesh and blood like any of them.
He wonders if those devouts can hear their gods' heartbeat.
"Are you trying to look poisonous?"
Karl snapped back into attention, focusing back on Dream's face from where his eyes had drifted to the God's... other features.
"What?"
"You have color splashes all over your back. Are you trying to look poisonous Karl?"
Did he? He hadn't noticed, but the in-between has a habit of trying to shove it's hands into Karl's form, trying to reshape him.
(Somewhere under the fog in his mind something shuttered, something that could remember screamed at the mere idea, at the implications. Karl was too tired to listen to it.)
He took of his black and white hoodie, walking to a nearby stream and looking at his reflection in the water.
Truly, there were splashes of color on him, looking like someone had violently slammed a paintbrush against his ribs.
"You don't look poisonous Karl. The colors are too muddied, they make you look sick."
Karl jumped. He hadn't noticed Dream getting up from his sunbeam and following him. That was two times that Karl wasn't paying attention and got startled, and from the look in Dream's eyes he hasn't pleased with that.
Oops.
"You did such a better job with your hair before, I don't know why you decided to change to this. The grey looks bad, makes you easy prey," Dream said, one of his hands sliding over Karl's scruff, covering the back of his neck, "let me fix it for you."
And then there was warmth flooding Karl's body, flowing into him from Dream like fresh blood as the other forced a transformation, shifting the form of his devout.
Karl felt cleansed. Exorcised of an evil that settled on him bit by bit, consuming him like a frog on boiling water.
Like waking up from a long terrible dream, like falling asleep in a warm bed after a long terrible chase.
Belatedly he realized there were tears sliding down his face as his mind cleared and sharpened, and it took a bit until he could see his reflection on the water of the stream again.
The ends of his curls were once more filled with color, less vibrant then he would personally have but such a relief after spending so long not realizing that they were gone that Karl's eyes almost blur once more.
The ugly muddy splashes across his skins have become a light brown pattern, just slightly darker then his skin, spanning down his back and on the tip of his nose like a deer's fur.
Karl laughs, desperate and fearful as all at once he feels all he has done, remember all he has forgotten, and as he feels Dream hesitantly pull his hand away Karl slams his own on top, keeping the God's hand in place.
"Karl?"
His laughter becomes maniac, his eyes closing as he curls up on himself. Shaking his head like he shake away the memories, turn everything he went through into a bad fever dream.
And then he starts sobbing, throwing himself into Dream's arms and praying that he will somehow hold him together when that being (because whatever the inbetween is, it is not a God. Karl will not give it that tittle) was trying to rip his devout away from him.
His prayers are answered and Dream pulls him closer, letting Karl hide his face on his shoulders as he sobs, the fur there growing wet in a matter of seconds.
Eventually, after what feels like eons, Karl feels himself calm, a natural exhaustion settling deep on his chest at the same time a pounding headache settles behind his forehead.
Distantly he realizes he has shifted once more.
He stops clutching Dream like someone will come drag him away, glancing down and finding colorful spots like confetti on his skin and ears floppy and long against his back as he takes shape of a rabbit, mimicking Dream's favorite form, his real true form, not the showy and impractical angel that he uses to scare away outsiders who expect something else of him.
Karl's eyes are heavy and this time he let's them fall with no fear of where he will wake up.
He is back home, in his den, safe from the claws of the hunt.
It's time to rest before the next day, before his next chase.
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Inspired by this fanart I found on pinterest
The artists is @/mama gingerale but I can't tell you if they're from here or twt or if they're even active anymore
ALSO BTW IF YOU EVER SEE THIS I THINK THE MARKINGS ARE BEAUTIFUL SORRY FOR CALLING THEM UGLY AND MUDDY BUT ANGST
#the dog barks#c!dream#c!karl#dreblr#I need to make a tag for this au if Im gonna keep doing snippets#dsmp au#Im thinking maybe the in-between/otherside and the egg kinda look like parasites#specially on the affected#uh wait. I just re read all of this is this shit too big for me to be posting here? should this be on ao3 or something?#oh wait. uh.#tw religious themes#god of the wild#thats it thats the tag#the scrolls
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i do not anticipate being on here much in november but just know i miss you all and i love you 🤍
#please take care of yourselves <3 and be kind to yourself and those around you !!!#im deleting all socials including discord so#if i don’t respond to you for a while i apologize pls know i’m not ignoring u :(#i think i’ve been spending too much time saying i’m gonna do this and do that and then i don’t do anything . so#i’m going to attempt to do some good for myself the last couple months of the year 🤍#and if im being honest i don’t think i’ll do any writing … but if i do i’ll post on ao3 just so u know#also ik i have a lot of unread asks but i just don’t have the energy to go through them like i planned :( so i’m very sorry#anyway that’s all i got. i’ll see u when i see u <3
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No like seriously ARE we ready to talk about the misogyny in fandom spaces
#or more so like. the disparity. of depictions of men vs of women. i#and like. dear god. it's dire out here sometimes#um. anyway i dont say this to like invalidate anyone and i worry that by even saying this it feels terfy?#but its like no u can talk about misogyny while including trans people especially bc of the overlap. heterocissexism. is ghat a word#like . ugh i just. its never like an individual thing i have beef with u know#like if someone tends to prefer male characters or writing men loving men im never gonna shit on em yk#it just . bothers me how large of a trend it is#especially in comparison to f/f...#like jave u see the differences on ao4#ao3*#or the differences in how people talk about men vs women here#obviously theres room outside that binary and i fucking hate it as it stands anyway but it does stand and we should talk about it.#like i dont think this is just a cis issue at all. we should also talk about how we talk about nonbinary or gender non conforming characters#but its also like can we be normal about women too. and not prioritize men always . um#hey guys . rambling in the tags is all to say. this post explicitly includes trans people. i will not tolerate any#transphobic rhetoric on any responses to it. you will be blocked.#sierra speaks#misogyny in fandom
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guys help i sat down and suddenly ive written 1k of stolitz angst
#im SO normal about mastermidn guys im so normal USFKJALK#found it on spotify and have been listening to it far too much#that and merry sinsmas#AUDHFKSLJA#hb#helluva boss#stolitz#heh#im gonna post on ao3 and here on tumblr soon i think!#trying to work up the motivation to write the last bit#its really not that exciting tho tbh#its jsut blitz in the courtroom#and his thoughts and shit#really just a bit of a snippet for funsies i dunno
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Did I just get an email that you just uploaded 53 fics to A03??? Bless 🙏
i mean uploaded is a strong word i reuploaded them because a) i only planned on keeping them down for a week to begin with and it's been longer than that and b) i started rereading some of my fics and found so much love for them again so i don't mind having them up
that being said if anyone is mean or gives me stupid comments again i will in fact be taking them down again i don't even care
#i was rereading the band au and my little corner of the world#and maybe dear reader and the road trip fic too#basically im just thinking about them again and loving them#the fandom didn't take that away at least#so they're on ao3#i am still not here though#i was just gonna make a post about it and saw this ask and thought i would answer it this way#alright it's been real
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Minor W for the solarpunk zombie story, we finally reached the front gate of the town GOD BLESS
Already shoving other OCs into the project as minor characters
Now the problem.....
I am overthinking EVERYTHING
#out of queue#ani rambles#'oh i want the town to be like abcxyz but what would Briar notice in the brief moments before he enters the quarantine bay'#'if i say too much is it gonna feel info dumpy? am i info dumpy? what if the solarpunks don't think this is solarpunk what if I'm a fraud?'#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#im also still deciding if this is something I wanna post to Tumblr eventually or to AO3 or if I wanna hoard it until I can maybe see about#getting it published as like. a book. because 'short story' my ASS i am INCAPABLE of writing short stories#we're 30 pages in bitches this is gonna be a novella AT BEST#actually lemme check the wordcount#we are at 17665 words as of me writing this post we JUST hit novella range and Briar hasn't even met Lead Researcher Wisteria yet#we haven't even ENTERED THE TOWN yet the gate JUST OPENED 2 dialogue lines ago#a novella is 17500 to 40000 words according to one site#and a novel is like 50000 to 100000 words according to another site#which means A: my main project Disillusions is WAY too long and B: yeah I think I'm writing a novel yall at this pace#well too long for new authors... if I can publish this story first and THEN propose Disillusions as an already published author......#homies I'm cooking I'm plotting im scheming#also if me rambling about my solarpunk zombie story is annoying to the homies just lmk and i'll move it to my quiet writeblr blog#ani's solarpunk zombie story
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A Thousand Deaths
Blood is gushing down his forearm and he’s breathing through it. Through the pain in his mind, more so than physical and Jake slips close enough to the front to feel his pain but not close enough to be felt. Eager to feel Marc’s pain as his own. For the blood coursing through Marc’s veins to be his. In his mouth, on his soul, on his body. Marc’s eyes are closed so he allows his head to tilt back and expose his throat, an act of submission for a man that is unaware of his existence.
Khonshu may have been worshipped by humans for centuries but Jake would only ever fall to his knees for one man. He exhales roughly and catalogs the many red hotspots dancing on his consciousness. A bruise on Marc’s hip where he stepped back and hit an edge, a bullet in his abdomen that Khonshu hasn’t healed yet burning the brightest, purpled and angry scars at his throat where he was choked to the point of unconsciousness, broken shin swollen and bruising weird. So many delicious little points of pain on Marc that he could soothe and bite and lick. Run his tongue over, again and again until the pain was gone, until Khonshu stopped being angry enough to remove the scars, remove the resilience of Marc’s will from his body, of all his strength and proof of his life from his being.
He hears a stuttering breath, choked and surprised and his eyes fly open, seeking Marc’s and seeing his alarmed gaze on himself. Jake’s breath catches a little but he doesn’t disappear, draw back, make any movements because it’s not often Marc sees him, they’ve locked gazes three times in their entire lives and each time Marc thought of him as someone else. “...Steven?” Marc asks quietly, unsure, Jake adds it to the tally—four times now he’s been mistaken for someone else. A bitter, sharp pain rises in his chest and he inclines his head, doesn’t say anything. Acknowledges nothing. Marc’s eyes narrow and the tension returns to his shoulders, “...Who the hell are you?” It’s said harshly, with all the steel of a former military and all the dread of a troubled youth.
Jake runs his gaze down his bare chest, catalogs fresh bruises and old ones alike. Before Khonshu, with Khonshu. Some left behind as punishment for things beyond Marc’s control, some for Jake’s own disobedience. Those anger him the most, and sometimes he imagines driving his hands through that beak and breaking it apart with his bare hands, for all the pain and all the idiocy Khonshu has put Marc through, for all the manipulations and all the anguish. Manipulation is fine, Jake does not care much for it nor does he respect it, but he would never be manipulated so even if Marc was naive enough to fall for something, he would be there, in the back of his mind, ready to kill for him and to save him.
Anguish? Not even Stevie could save Marc from that pain, and that is unacceptable. That deserves death. It deserves years of torture, of blood running down the drain as he finds new places to open up and shock. Unfortunate, that his enemy is so otherworldly, and Marc may be jewish, not practising but stubborn enough to try and hold onto his traitorous family any way he can and Stevie may be fully believing, fully ready to castrate himself and use his time to think of worthless things but Jake has no need for that. It serves him no purpose, and it has never saved his beloved Marc from his pain. Humans are the reason Marc has suffered so much but Khonshu is the reason Marc continues to suffer and Jake will ensure he kills him, if it is the last thing he does.
“...Are you listening to me? I asked who the hell are you! answer me!” Marc’s voice, and Jake looks up through his lashes and smiles. Soft, and sweet, like he has seen Stevie do so many times.
“Don’t worry about it, kid.” Then he sinks, the last thing he sees Marc’s indignation and laughs to himself. Marc is so fun. He’s so touchy, so sensitive.
#jakemarc#moon knight#obsession#its like a uhhhhh multichaptered story#ive posted it on ao3 too#im gonna probablty just keep the rest to only ao3#anyways#i had this note at the end in ao3 which was so funny#As someone who also ships Khonshu and Jake#i just wanna say that realistically i think he'd want that motherfucker DEAD#i think im so funny lol#jewish marc spector#atheist jake lockley#this got long yayayayayayyay
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uhhh i don’t know how this works, but, in case i haven’t specified, my writing requests are open! idk, send me an ask, idk, i literally don’t know, and it DOES NOT have to be in my specific AU, im down for anything!!! I have some more free time now & this is a good exercise!! if u want me to write stuff, 🫡 here i am!*
* no promises i get to ur ask. But I will try my best.
#tried to think of example prompts and couldn’t so really im down for anything#does NOT have to be in my specific au#like if you give me icemav + 🌸 or some shit (feeling emojis rn idk) i would probably write 1980s in love icemav#cymav beach outing#idk. i can do deep shit too.#god icemav poetry….. hoooo boy i could do poetry#i don’t care.#or request icemav 1812 au so i actually finish it#icemav cowboy au#well im giving you ideas now. supposed to be the other way around.#this is in lieu of wip wednesday#icemav at the presidential inauguration.#top gun Christmas party.#icemav + longing 👀#idfk.#it can be in my specific au too 🌝😇#easiest for me to write by now#just uhhh know that i try not to do corny. whatever that means to u#if it’s in my specific au it might go in my extras im gonna post to ao3 soonish#still working on em#at like 80k now. i am mentally ill
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I GOT A COMMENT ON AO3 ASKING FOR ME TO WRITE A P.2 TO HONESTY SHOWING WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IN SACRIFICE IM SO HAPPY I CANT EVEN
AND THEY COMPLIMENTED MY WRITING
IM GONNA BURST INTO TEARS 😭
#idk if its just me but i take criticism coming from a platform such as ao3 very seriously#here i do too. i love love love when you guys comment under my posts#but its literally my first comment on ao3 and i think im gonna cry#and i really think im gonna write a p.2#i got very good feedback from honesty#tysm by the way for this#i loved writing that#writers on tumblr#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural
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Today she is red. Glazed in impatient strokes of mine, a gift, red like cremation, like the still-living coals.
She bows her head, a lamb, and allows me to touch her face. She shakes, but is not flinching. "I don't have to do it like this."
Grace does not say anything. Grace pushes into my hands, till they curve under her jaw. Till I can feel the shape of her skull. Till I can time the pace of blood running through her heart. She knows it was a lie - no one else will be able to love her like this, as she is, as she will be.
I break her into pieces.
I dismantle her. I smash her with my open palm until she becomes a formless crumple, blood blooming slowly with each strike. Her dark hair I hack off with safety scissors like gravestones crumbling in bad weather. Her clothes I burn in the industrial furnace - nothing I can keep, so ash it all will be.
The rest is all artifice - I do not change her skin. I open it, step inside it, wearing it, I become her. I wear a too-tight sports bra that makes my ribs ache, each breath restrained against the form, precious. And with the right shirt - it almost looks like me. The memory of her lies crumpled at my feet, an unceremonious death. It hurts like nothing else could hurt, to outlive your daughter. But that's no problem of mine.
Today I am red. My nail polish is chipping, stains the cuticles like blood. Mother looks at me like it is blood, like Grace's body lies crumpled on my feet, instead of in the lines of mine. "I am the only way she could be."
#today she is red (wip)#wip wednesday#creative writing#writers on tumblr#originals#i think this is the last bit of this one im gonna post here#its almost done actually i think i just need to tighten it up a bit and finish a few more sections#i really wanna make a website to host my finished original stuff cause like#i know i COULD use ao3 but i dont rlly wanna abuse its policies too hard#not that they do anything about it 🙄#it would just be nicer to have my own place for my own work i guess#idk how to code tho i know the basics bc like#ofc i do.#but to do what i Want to do is like. it would take a lot of time and practice#i could...... like........ pay someone?#ANYWAYS.#idk if posting here 3xw is rlly sustainable cause i write so slow#and i dont really want to publish the whole thing HERE#we;ll see#actuallu i change my mind abt the community label its really brief violence lol
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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 (jk U can only do one 😂)
If he were to see the monstrosity that is the Fentonworks building in Gotham, there wouldn’t be a doubt in his mind that that right there is a villain’s lair.
From the Mistaken Jason wip!
send me a🌹for a random sentence in a random wip!
#dpxdc#i need to think of a title for this silly little piece because it'll be going on ao3 when its done#which will be soon!!!!#please let it be soon 🙏😔#you really knocked it out with cetbwa babe help me out with this one please and thank#also............ also..... do u wanna read it?#do u wanna. will u. will u do me the honour of beta-ing my fic please?#it's nowhere near done tbf but i am Stumped!#Okay lmao i think ive fixed this now. i dont know what happened to me (i am So Tired) but i misread the post so badly#sO BadlY!!#and cocked up my reply ridiculously#but also if i were to do each and every rose part of me would find it so funny to post like 6 random unconnected sentences#im not gonna#but it would be so funny#ANYWAY#as per usual thank you my lovely ily 🩷🩷🩷#(look!! im really making use of the pink heart emoji!!! 🩷🩵🩷🩵🩷 FUCK I FORGOT THERE WAS A GREY ONE 🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶)#(the grey one is kinda dark idk if i like it. the lighter one is too white tho 🤔 🩶🤍 split the difference please!)#anyway this got wildly off topic#thank u love u goodnight!!#5!! 5 random sentences from 5 random wips!!!#gdi i wish id done it now lmao#im going to bed#NVM I SENT SOMEONE A ROSE FOR THIS ASK AND THEY REPLIED WITH ONE SENTENCE FROM EVERY SINGLE WIP THEY HAVE#im gonna do that instead now#the fucking chaos#thats the chaos i aspire to sow in my wake
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I looked through ALL my drafts on tumble for solavellan fanfic links.
Like all my drafts and found many good ones bUT NOT THE ONE IM LOOKING FOR😭😭😭.
#solavellan#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#solas x lavellan#lavellan x solas#I made another post about it and it’s SO late rn. I cannot retype it all#but anyways look at my past post (literally 2 before this or so?)#and I’m so upset that I was stupid and didn’t save the liNK BECAUSE WHY DIDNT I DO THAT#IM THINKING OF ANOTHER FIC TOO AGHHHH#I’m gonna have to comb through like 1000 fics or more just to find these fics and add them#to my ‘read later’ on AO3 or bookmark them#BY THE WAY IM SO HAPPY THERE IS A READ LATER LIST IN AO3#this helps me so much😭😭
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Random blackhands (with an steddyhands ending) came to me after my shower and I physically could not get myself to sleep until I wrote this so
Usually warning to give this one a skip if you're avoiding s2 spoilers rn bc it does pull from a big scene in s2 at one point. Otherwise please have at and hopefully enjoy!!! I'm going to try and actually sleep now lol
#text post#genuinely have no idea where this came from just sat down post shower and was like 'i have to write this or im gonna. fkn die or something'#and I think it turned out p well and is a fun lil thing (it's actually longer than my usual stuff lmao)#am I still too scared to ship tag for this? yup! But maybe folks will find it more via search on ao3 even if I'm not bold enough#to directly put it in the ship tags on here lol#I can hope at least#...I'm actually going to bed now I swear
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waugh
#oopsies... went overboard (theres still too much i wouldve liked to write)#the teacher did say short story and i think 6600 can be a short story so.#the fact that this has 36 pages is irrelevant because of the format#erm. anyways#gonna see if i can figure out the whole ao3 de skin thing#posting this and making my hyperfixation everyone elses problem >:)#rip to my poor creative writing teacher who has to read this unedited incomprehensible word vomit of a mess#he was not expecting people to go over 20 pages smh#im gonna go back and see if i can make it a bit more comprehensible (it will get. longer)
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