#it was angsty shit too

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Brain: -has the angstiest idea for a fic request; Brain: -repeats idea on a loop for hours/days; Me: -sits down to write out that idea; Brain:

[platoapproved]

— A flaccid full-length play based on nothing other than the superficial observations of the vampire Sam, his meditation on vampiric existence and enduring. — Strange, I remember you racing back from rehearsals to tell me how ambitious the conceit was.

[greenko]

I brought some food: favorite purple beans and meat pate

[revvethasmythh]

Reminded again, as I periodically am, that there's a fair number of people in the fandom that think of Nott the Brave and Veth Brenatto as two different characters, and not fundamentally the same woman. In the absolute literal sense, this is false: Nott the Brave, returned to the body of her choice and using her real name once again, is absolutely precisely the same person she was before Caleb cast Transmogrification on her. This is, incidentally, one of her main sources of angst towards the end of the campaign! A part of Nott must have both feared (and, in some ways, hoped) that when she was changed back into a halfling, she would also be a different person. That the person she became traveling with the Nein would be an easy identity to shed, which she may have hoped for because it would be easier to fit herself back into her home life with Yeza and Luc--and because it would be easier to say goodbye to the Nein if that were the case. And she feared it because she liked this person she became, no matter how transgressive society would label her for it. And she loved the Nein and didn't want those feelings to be altered.

But she didn't change. Veth Brenatto is Nott the Brave and Nott the Brave is Veth Brenatto. This was always the point. That's why it's an anagram. It's just that when she's Veth Brenatto again, she is much more focused on the why of what she's doing. Why am I still with the Nein? Why am I still adventuring? Why do I have this reticence to return home to my family? Why don't I long for that quiet, domestic life the way I once did? Her emotional journey becomes intensely personal, sometimes subtly/quietly told, and wholly about what kind of future she wants for herself and how her choice could affect those around her. Her two families become anchor points pulling her in different directions and she has to deal with that. Which is a different story than what she was telling when she was still Nott the Brave. Nott's story was much simpler--I am a goblin and I hate it and I would like to be a halfling again. I would like to be able to be with my family again. It's straightforward and it's achieved! But that's not where it ends, because she still needs to figure out a real, functional future for herself once her goal has been achieved.

All this to say, I think when people say they prefer Nott over Veth, it's important to remember that you are reacting to a certain story arc for the character, not an entirely different character. It may also pay to ask yourselves why you think they're so different. Was "Nott" funnier than "Veth" to you? Does her ability to serve as comic relief fundamentally change whether you like her or not? Did you appreciate "Nott's" themes more than "Veth's"? Or did you even notice the themes being explored in Veth's later game at all?

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sometimes Severus comes up to Minerva. Right up behind her when she's busy. He'll stand there for a good minute as she works on marking assignments and cursing the boy's youthful energy and brilliant eyes- both of which directly responsible for his finishing his work in half the time it takes her.

"What is it, Severus?" Minerva sighs. Might as well get the obligatory nonsense over and done with, she was due a dose of Severus's antics by now (Merlin forbid he go more than three days without bothering her with nonsensical questions or infuriating wit).

"Am I ugly, Minerva?" he asked. Never there was a being with such innocence in their voice.

Minerva took a moment to take in a breath and silently call on all her patience and all her strength. "Yes, very." Her tone was blunter than the knives used to decorate at Halloween- an incident with some particularly idiotic third years had them ban anything sharper than the corners of a book during the Halloween celebrations.

Severus gasped as if stabbed. "What? Minerva, I thought we were friends!"

Minerva snorted. "Any time we interact, it's completely against my will."

"Minerva! you lie so shamelessly it shocks me." Severus made as if to swoon, a hand clutching the right of his chest.

"You must be shocked; your heart isn't where it should be."

Honestly, Minerva had to admire the fact that the insolent little kitten did not falter in his dramatics with her pointing out the key flaw in his act. If anything, he seemed to be encouraged.

"Ay! The pain of the shock, it has spread throughout my chest! Ah, I cannot breathe!" Severus swayed on his feet, leaning against the chair that Minerva was sitting in. "Oh, how your lie shocks me!"

"Well, then, you had better tell me what exactly I lied about," Minerva said briskly, "before you gasp all the air out of your skinny little lungs, laddie."

"You said," the boy said, a sudden glint in his eye and none of the apparent weakness, standing to face her and one of those long, delicate fingers pointed straight at her, "you said, that our interactions are without your will."

"That is no lie, what part of this looks like it's my will?" Minerva replied, knowing full well she wasn't going to appreciate the cheeky answer Severus had prepared for her.

"Why, the part where you remain for my company, mother," Severus replied, his voice light. "Surely, if you didn't want this, you would have, in your infinite wisdom, simply have employed your great power and assumed your famous feline form and just walked away from me."

Minerva fought her smile. His cheek was infuriating while his logic impeccable. "Perhaps I am simply conversing my energy, you arrogant wee rascal."

"You? Too lazy to avoid a nuisance?" Severus scoffed. "Minerva, you wound me. Don't you know how I know you? You've done much more to avoid the mildest of annoyances, do you truly think I believe that you are here against your will merely to converse your energy?"

Minerva let him see the flicker of a smile disgusted as a smirk, letting the bothersome raven have a little treat for his cleverness, hinting to him that he had essentially won this particular argument. "At my age you no longer have the patience to waste on annoyances. You learn to value your peace. You will understand that some day, I hope, little one."

"And if I die, my hair still black and my skin still smooth?"

Merlin, did the child have a turn towards the morbid. Minerva ignored the voice in her that told her that this would have been a retort of her own had she been in a similar conversation.

"Then you'll die a fool."

"A fool, perhaps, but my funeral will be the biggest," he replied, moving to sit on her desk and grabbing the biscuit jar. Minerva intercepted, lifting it from his grip and replacing it with a towel. His protests died in his confusion at the towel, and Minerva huffed and began to wipe his hands as if he was a child. She did not trust him to correctly clean his hands after handling goodness knows what when experimenting with his potions and she didn't care if he knew it.

"Aye, and how did you figure that?" she asked.

"Surely if I die young, I shall be the first. Therefore you all will be part of the funeral-"

"What makes you think I would want to attend your funeral, you little rascal?" She let go of his hands, almost satisfied that they weren't contaminated.

Severus ignored her and instead took a biscuit from the jar. "You will all be there, therefore I will have the biggest funeral. If I die old, you all shall be gone, so my funeral will be the smallest."

Minerva tried not to think of how depressing that sounded, how lonely it seemed. For a brief moment she felt guilty for being so old and he so young. She involuntarily could see him in her mind's eye, going through their funerals until he stood alone. She and the others- Rolanda, Pomona, Poppy, even Fillus and Hagrid- they were all of an age, weren't they? They could expect their lives to reach the end around the same time, surely? Severus was but a child next to them, he'd stand alone one day.

Minerva tried to ignore the ache in her chest at the thought of him standing alone. Merlin, no. He was far too young. No.

"You truly are besotted with the morbid and the miserable, you melanchonic masochist," she said, her tone just a trifle too sharp to be a simple retort.

Severus paused, swallowing the biscuit. Then he answered. "Ah, but the morbid is much more fascinating, the forbidden has a certain thrill, dear mother." His voice was a little softer, and his fingers, slightly coated in crumbs, were gentle when he tapped her forehead. He was sorry he upset her.

"You and your thrills," Minerva scolded, "yet you cannot even eat a biscuit without making a mess of yourself." Yet even as she spoke, the hand that she used to swipe the crumbs away, was gentle, almost tender, in its movement. She had quite forgiven him.

How could she remain angry? At this boy who looked at her with a scowl of indignation yet whose deep, dark eyes twinkled with mischief and cleverness and brilliance, who stood taller than her, yes, yet was far more delicate in his build than she had ever been, whose hair was as dark as hers had been in her youth, carelessly falling across his forehead. No, she could not remain angry.

If only he had been in Gryffindor, perhaps then she would have noticed him sooner. Or rather, if only her eyes didn't only open for her Gryffindors. How this boy could ever look at her without resentment and anger, she didn't know. Then again, he had been so incredibly isolated and lonely, was it any wonder he let go of his rightful grudges and instead accepted her friendship?

Minerva blinked as if soot from the fireplace got in her eyes. She didn't want him to notice the tears that almost inevitably formed whenever she thought about him. Who would have thought that she'd cry so much for the little devil?

"I'll leave you to your work, dear mother," Severus said cheerfully, hopping off her desk.

"Aye, after you've cleared out my biscuit jar, you villain" Minerva grumbled, looking into the empty jar. Severus shrugged.

"You ought to see it as a compliment towards your taste, really," Severus said. "But I see I have taken the last of your patience"- for indeed, Minerva looked ready to strangle him- "so I shall take my leave. Good night, my good Headmistress, and may you have peace in the silver embrace of the moon!"

And with a laughing twinkle in his eye and a boyish bow, Severus Snape left the room.

Minerva sighed. She wasn't sure if it was out of relief, or because she may have felt some sorrow at his departure.

The door opened again, and a rather meek Severus poked his head in.

"Er, Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, Severus?"

"Er." Severus stepped in, looking away from her, walking with the awkward gait of a newborn foal, and the nervousness of a deer. "Er, Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"Am I really ugly, mother?" His voice was a whisper. His raven hair curtained his face, hiding his shame at asking such a pathetic question, and his fingers picked at one of the cuticles of a nail.

Minerva smiled, and walked to him. Softly she brushed the boy's hair out of his face and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Only as long as you let yourself believe it, dear heart."

[ohitslen]

Sharing a blanket

Request by @volaenii ✨

Accidentally incorporated this to my uni au oopsieeees

[bakudekublogblog]

not to be dramatic but hori literally out did my own self indulgent wish-fulfillment fanfic with the whole “rest of our lives speech” like I knew that sounded so romantic, and it is, because I literally wrote that line for bakudeku and I intended for it to be romantic

like hori really is just showing us bakudeku fanfic writers how it’s done

[davidisnotmyname]

stupid tf2 thought that I had

literally WHY does there seem to be such a shortage of art with soldier and heavy interacting. No, I don’t mean ship art necessarily, just literally any art of their dynamic. It’s literally a comedy goldmine but everyone chooses to ignore it.

like, consider this. Your coworker who thinks all Russians are communists and thinks you are American (when you very much so are not) shows up near your isolated home in Siberia with several of your other teammates after you not seeing any of them for six months, and he’s buttass naked, covered in honey, and having his shit wrecked by a bunch of bears. You save him and bring him back to your home, and five minutes later he bags your sister and they’re engaged a day later. Also he’s off the walls cuckoo and probably lead-poisoned.

FOR FUCKS SAKE CHAT, THEY ARE BROTHERS IN LAW. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING FUNNY THAT CAN BE?! ENOUGH WITH THE COMMUNISM JOKES, THERES THIS WHOLE FACET OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP THAT NOBODY EVERY ACKNOWLEDGES REALLY

[efverse]

always a struggle

[dreamsy990]

hi i wanted to draw my own au so have a snippet of scene i rewrote like 12 times and will likely rewrite again

[mac-ann-cheese]

Some memories are prone to stick around

[weird-tea]

Thinking about those posts of the Bats with their Supers; Batman & Superman, Tim Drake & Kon-El, Damian and John, and I get most of those posts are about shipping them and that's not really the dynamic but I do keep thinking I'd be cool to see one including Jason and Bizaro Superman. Like, I love their friendship. And it seems to fit Jason and his dynamic with the other bats and Heroism in general that his super is the Bizaro version. I just wanna see more love for them.

Also there's something about Bruce, Jason & Tim, with all their pointed differences & complex dynamics with each other, all having this close connection/bond with basically 3 variants of the same guy. Like they have a type.

Kon is very much his own person not just another superman despite being literally his clone made to replace him & I love that aspect of his character & story, and Bizaro is obviously a Bizaro version with his own experiences having to adjust to the non-bizaro world shaping him as a character, but on some fundamental level Bruce, Jason, & Tim all have the same best friend just in different flavours and I think that's hilarious.

And I think out of all the Batfam those three would be the most horrified/thrown at having that pointed out to them. Damian for a long time was actively trying to the the second coming of Batman so it makes sense to him that he'd be friends with the Superman of his generation because Batman & Superman are just kinda like that. But I think both Tim & Jason would be freaked out at the idea of being like Bruce is that way for their own reasons and would be even more thrown at the idea that it's something they have in common with each other. Bruce would have a lot of emotions about that fact his two most distant sons have taken after him like that and would probably fail to express any of them in a healthy way.

[callmrmorrow]

what’s donald and andy’s dynamic like now (as compared to donald’s hesitance to trust him with cecil when andy was first brought on)?

once andy proves that a) he cares about cecil and b) he can do his job well, donald’s distrust sort of just… dissipates. it turns into concern for andy (which was there before but mixed with that hesitance), really, because he’s a bit too young to be seeing all the stuff that cecil sees (andy’s about 14 when he’s first hired… it’s very complicated). but andy is like every other gamer dude his age — terribly desensitized.

i also love the idea that donald is a secret fashionista, because that motherfucker always looks clean as hell. him and thragg probably share a barber. once he and andy get over the hurdle of how to talk to each other (they’re both kind of awkward), andy texts him photos of different clothing for advice. donald reacts with thumbs-up or thumbs-down and nothing else.

andy also thinks donald is cool as hell (but then again, he thinks everyone at the GDA is cool as hell).

another thing to add is that donald and andy are both heroic types. like… “i’d take any amount of shit if it meant people would be okay” heroic types.

all jokes aside, they’re pretty good friends once it comes down to it, bound by their devotion to the job and their secondary love for pasta. donald’s been known to relay information to andy about cecil’s well-being, so they double-team the guy until cecil admits there’s something wrong.

if donald had the time, he’d play dti with andy. that’s all. thank you for the ask :)

[muttsterion]

Always thinking about Kenny and now think mainly I guess his point of view when he experiences dying and rebirth…

The fact that he's not only aware of this but he keeps memories of all of his deaths. Ha that'd be some fucked up memories…I can't help but think of Kenny having bad nightmares about deaths he's gone through and maybe some he hasn't yet and waking up in a cold sweat….at this point unable to tell if he actually died or if it was truly just a bad vivid nightmare…..and like of course if Karen wakes up from a bad nightmare she could run to Kenny for comfort….but who would be there for Kenny to run to when he needs comforting…. maybe his own older brother, Kevin or maybe his mom….maybe? Maybe he sort of talks with Karen a little and she could provide some comfort for him in her own ways too…ha I'd like to think Kenny would have someone to reach out to…even if he couldn't really tell them truly why he needs to reach out….ha how do you tell anyone it's because you can't die? Plus he's already tried that only to be met with disbelief.

But other than that I've also been wondering what deaths would stick with him the most in his mind…..like the ones that he shudders every time he thinks of them more so than the others….would it be the more slow death of him dying from an illness like in "Kenny Dies"? Would it be the one where he burned to a crisp only to be revived to die again like in the movie…? Would it be one where he remembers being a zombie and couldn't control himself? Ha…or would the fact that he's died countless time just be summed up into one horrible meshed up memory? Just what a Hellish experience this poor cursed child has had to go through since birth…and no one to even talk to about it.

[tang3r1n]

i tried to write a thirst post for Vi but it ended up with both her and reader sobbing while tribbing and idk how to feel abt it.

[starrywangxian]

i think one of the reasons why wangxian's love is so powerful and strong is because wei wuxian is a romantic at heart but believes he isn't deserving of love and lan wangji is also a romantic but believes he doesn't love enough so when you put them together you get this sappy romantic and unconditional love because they are each other's safe spaces. they are helping each other heal and they are unlearning their trauma together.