#is this fully flushed?

[unrealistic-ideas-for-writers]

Caladin: A Moment of Resonance

He could just barely hear the muffled screams of terror from the people rushing by them. The sound of ringing in his ears drowned everything out- likely from the explosion.

But all Caladin could focus on was staunching the bleeding from Dahlia’s face. He’d already removed the scalding shards of shrapnel.

But they couldn’t stay long. She’d already fallen unconscious, and he was sure his ears were damaged. They needed to get moving.

“Hold on, Dahl…”

Caladin grimaced as he tied his scarf tightly around Dahlia’s face to apply at least some form of consistent pressure.

And then they began moving. The younger teen struggled for a moment with hoisting his sister up, legs trembling with the added weight and from the gash on his left thigh.

Cal paused, seeming to only just notice his own wounds, “Fuck-“

But he wasn’t given much time to think before another explosion sounded in the distance, one of the largest wind catcher towers in the clan compound collapsing.

Caladin could barely breathe, eyes wide in disbelief as the seemingly larger than life tower crumbled. It had always loomed over the compound, casting shadows across the massive estate that could be used to tell time.

And so his world seemed to crumble around him.

His sister was blinded and bleeding out as he struggled to get her and himself to safety.

-

And to think. He’d seen the pylon. He’d just assumed it was part of the festival decor. But he’d *seen* it. The pylon that spawned the explosive beast.

As Caladin rested next to his sister’s cot in the bunker’s medbay, sparkles began to gather at his fingertips- something he had been intimately familiar with for years now. Caladin stared at his hands, eyes burning with a complicated emotion.

The sparkles grew into a pale ball of pure light in his palm. And then he squeezed.

The explosion was so loud that soldiers and doctors came rushing, frantic and ready to evacuate for a second time in a mere 30 minutes.

Instead, they found a teen boy with an enraged expression, staring at his hands.

The left side of Caladin’s face pulse with resonance energy, a raw, glowing white Tacet mark seared from his left cheek to his jaw.

His resonance energy spiked for a moment as people approached, gaze guarded, before it dispersed and he relaxed.

“Hello.”

—

Hello hello!

Mid this fully written and flushed out the way I want? No. But I’m sick and fighting off the beginnings of what feels like pneumonia.

Am I being dramatic? Also yes^^^

I wanted to at least get this blurb down before my foggy brain forgot :3

I *did* get to research a bit on windcatcher towers which I *love*-

So I’ll probably make another post on the architecture and more lore for Caladin’s clan- especially since I’ve already established Dahlia as Matriarch after her marriage.

[anthotneystark]

Had an idea at work but couldn't write it out until now lmao

Down on his luck Steve who refuses to give in to his parents and is desperately trying to figure things out for himself. But putting himself through school (i can never decide between nursing or education) is expensive. So he works two jobs, trying to save up and taking a few classes here and there, and the one job is in a restaurant. It's a fancier place, usually gets him decent tips, but the best nights are the ones where he's not waiting tables. The best nights are the ones where he plays the piano and sets the mood and has a little more freedom to enjoy himself.

Enter Rockstar!Eddie, who got out of Hawkins quick and never looked back. Who's at this fancy place for a work dinner and, as his bandmates (Jeff) demanded, he's trying to behave himself and remember which fork is which. But that's just not possible, not entirely, when he catches glimpses of a beautiful face, a face only rarely darting up from the piano in front of him. And look, Eddie's only human. He's smitten just from glimpses. He manages to get through the dinner, constantly watching to see if the piano man will look up again, but he's still playing by the time they're wrapping up.

So he skips out on riding back to the hotel with the others, goes to the bar area and decides it's not that creepy to wait for him. He waits and waits and waits and listens for the music to stop. The bartender is all but shoving him out the door when it does. With no other choice, he waits outside, smokes a cigarette to calm his nerves while he looks for a head of chestnut hair with an angel's face. Just as he's about to give up, he sees him. And he recognizes him. But just as much as that dismays him, he's still got hope enough to give it a shot.

He doesn't think Steve will recognize him anyway, but even if he does, Eddie's never been accused of making the best decisions.

So he slinks out from the shadows, which is a bad decision, and tries to get Steve's attention, which is a bad decision, and surprises Steve, who's first instinct is a fight response, resulting in Eddie getting punched in the face.

Because bad decisions.

Steve is obviously very apologetic, takes Eddie back home to get him ice for his face, and Eddie can't even protest because Pain. But once his face is numb and Steve's cleaning up the blood from his nose (very bruised but not broken) he's kinda staring and Steve, clearly embarrassed, is doing concussion tests. When asked "what's today's date" he responds with "our future anniversary". And when Steve asks him "what's your name" he responds with "your future husband" and Steve gives up on questions after that.

They obviously make out about it, even though they keep accidentally injuring Eddie further by knocking his nose.

And Eddie is right, it is their anniversary after all.

[jadewritesficshere]

Steve is nonchalantly browsing the chips, waiting for Eddie to return (who in all honesty is probably getting the bag of sour gummy worms Steve already said they couldn't grab).

Steve feels a tug on his shirt. He smiles as he turns, expecting to see his boyfriend but-

Steve looks down at the child staring up at him. "Uh hi?" Steve looks around the empty aisle," Where's your parents bud?" The kid shrugs, but points to Steve's shirt," Tiger."

Steve's faded shirt from his freshman year of high school, now the most soft and comfortable after years of wear, does in fact have a tiger. "Yeah, sure is. Who-" the kid cuts Steve off with a loud roar. Steve can't help but chuckle as he crouches down to be on the kid's level.

Steve is fully focused on this kid, trying to find whoever the kid should be with. When he stands back up, he holds his hand out to the kid, who tentatively grasps his hand. The kid continues to roar and talk about tigers.

Meanwhile, Eddie has watched most of this exchange. Seeing his beloved boyfriend talk to this random child, the concern on his face? Eddie watches from a distance as Steve finds the mother, who was freaking out (understandably).

Eddie can't help but watch as Steve says hi to the baby in the stroller, laughing as the baby reaches out and grabs his finger. Steve says goodbye to the family, roaring back at the kid, who lights up.

Eddie can't help but think how good Steve is with kids. How good of a parent Steve would be. Which, started innocent, but then Eddie's mind jumped to the process of how a child comes about.

And now all Eddie can think about is how he's gonna give Steve one. He doesn't give 2 shits about biology, Eddie's putting a baby in that man.

[chaeul]

The cutie who's too shy for proper eye contact

And the guy who's most definitely gonna develop a kink for withholding orgasms until said cutie locks gazes with him

[belfry-ghost]

I need 2 be more insane about Dan/Jason I think. I need to fill the tag. They make each other better and also worse. Mostly worse. Jason "I can fix him" Todd and Dan "I can make him worse" Phantom. They r inverts of each other.

Smth smth Jason dying forever altered the course of his universe/his family lost him/he came back an antihero/villain (arguable but I don't want 2 argue it)

Dan(ny) surviving altered the course of his universe/he lost his family/he became a villain. They r haunted by the versions of themselves they can never get back. etc. am I making sense

[lostchildonaisle3]

cod ghosts if it was good (written by me)

[kozionogin]

Yes Love, My Soul Is Black

[wyn0rrific]

dealing with mental fog + other chronic illness stuff so heres some stuff about fulgrim and vitus b4 i go to work teehee

-they've known each other for a very long time, aka they met on Chemos before Fulgrim was even discovered by the emperor

-vitus was the one to develop feelings first, initially starting when they rebuilt chemos together and slowly fading as the great crusade occurred

-during this time fulgrim was unaware of her feelings, mainly focused on the legion as well as other primarch related duties, but he still remained close to vitus

-they slept together most of the time as this was something they did on chemos as well. one could barely sleep without the other.

-alot of people (mainly inquisitors and even legionaries) were skeptical of their relationship, questioning vitus' place in the legion and even felt as though fulgrim kept him around as pity or for good Samaritan points

-vitus was initially set on being a regular space marine until fulgrim watched him train one day and became so full of fear he convinced vitus to become an apothecary in order to remain close to him as well as kept him sorta off the battlefield (he mostly remained on the ship unless battles/expeditions that involved Fulgrim occurred)

-fulgrim nearly walked on eggshells around Vitus (but ofc was very good at hiding this), fearing that she would get seriously injured or even die. this fear caused fulgrim to eventually grow a habit of babying vitus, treating him more like a precious object rather than considering the fact that vitus can take care of himself and is strong enough to fight even with a lack of speech and hearing

-this mindset and fear eventually pushes fulgrim to a breaking point after discovering vitus nearly dying after allowing him to fight on murder. in retaliation, fulgrim sends vitus back to chemos. this angers vitus and the two argue, vitus attempting to express his aggravation towards the way everyone belittles him and fulgrim saying everything except how he actually feels. this is the last conversation they have before fulgrim falls to his demise.

-during all this, vitus has lost romantic feelings and fulgrim has gained them. he mourned for vitus even though sending him away was his own choice. he was pushing her away in order to never reveal how he actually felt about vitus and it hurt. alongside everything else that had been happening (laer expedition, falling to slaanesh, etc), he drew himself mad missing vitus

-eventually vitus does return, as requested by Fulgrim himself. fulgrim's heart swelled when they were reunited, attempting to keep Vitus attached to him at all times. he ignored Vitus' apology for their last conversation, having no real memory of it due to being so clouded by chaos induced thoughts.

-his love for vitus becomes borderline obsessive, lashing out towards others whenever they even looked in Vitus' direction. of course, vitus was gullible to all of this

-he was gullible to the way fulgrim touched him, the way he'd randomly kiss him or how she was expected to sleep with him every night rather than given a choice. vitus never thought differently about fulgrim's increased affection towards him, he simply remained obedient and took it all without saying anything..

... until of course he had watched fulgrim do the most wretched thing, murder his own brother.

this is honestly where the universes break apart. vitus has two choices, flee out of fear or stay in order to serve and protect the one who saved him from the very beginning (even if fulgrim now became nearly a stranger to vitus)

[chaoortu]

in honor of anatomy of a rose debuting this weekend...

some memes

[eirianerisdar]

Today I found out that despite being mostly conflict avoidant I can indeed turn into a raging keyboard warrior when I discover the disabled/accessible toilets at one of the largest luxury malls in my city are neither accessible or designed for the disabled

Just fired off a professionally scathing email to their management quoting my city's government building regulations

[buttercup-barf]

Under the cut are mostly self-insert doodles of decreasing quality. Again, not much directly tied to Team Fortress 2. Might as well toss these out while I have no access to my puter. Much yapping under the cut and in the tags incoming.

Another self-insert, this time less of a "here's me as a tenth class" and more of a "here's my game experiences translated into the class I would take the place of". The Cleaner. Although I guess they could still be wearing either suit. It doesn't matter that much.

That one Convict's Case taunt with Backup would be extremely funny, because the man would be on the verge of a breakdown (he does not want to go to jail so bad you have no idea). The second image- I owe no explanation. You know what I am. You see the pattern with my favourites.

The duality of the man. Resting face versus "just heard you express interest in religion/Russian folklore" face. He's not that hard to make friends with, when you pull him away from all the explosions.

Some doodles of trying to figure his face out. Unfortunately, the more I stare at him, the more I worry that he looks like A Certain Guy With The Last Name "Kazarin", and the fear of never being original in my life caught up to me.

Don't look at me, don't perceive me, I refuse to explain any of my actions to you.

[westywallowing]

Where can I find your fruit basket au and how often do you post?

hi!! it's not a complete comic series or anything, just one-off posts to capture funny or good moments from the au that I think of usually on the spot! since it's not an official series I don't have a schedule, I just post when I feel like it :) but it's currently all tagged on my blog under #furuba au

[marcsalmonds]

Just remembered the quote about divine out of drag looking "like a freak" because he shaved his hair back for the makeup and had no eyebrows. Recently I've been thinking about it because I hate covering my brows but also don't always like not having them day to day. Considering if it is a worthy sacrifice to look "bad" as yourself to look CUNT as your alter ego. Oh one takes from the other? The balance must be respected

[soulcatchernorton]

Happy new yesr, soulcatcher! Get kissed on the cheek ♡

𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. "𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠."

𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 ��𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. "𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫~"

𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦. "𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫."

[ribbonknot]

sometimes i feel like rn it's really understated just how bad things could be if trump wins. like, actually. i feel like it's being forgotten that despite how bad things are right now, they would surely get WORSE.

[tam--lin]

kinda crushed it on the indoor boogie board/kneeboard/surf simulator today, and am unreasonably proud about it