#it's so fun to write augh

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I Am Once Again working on the girls' trip fic

[roughlytwentytwofrogs]

Haven't written in a bit because bad medical news kinda put my inspiration down for a bit but i've reread my WIP and suddenly I'm writing manipulative women being toxic again

Started a new WIP for Mizora/Florrick smut yall need to stop putting hot women on my dash i'm struggling

[civetfish]

Nerd-to-nerd communication

Something super pointless and self-indulgent I've had on the backburner for a while. I love trying to make the pieces they gave us fit together!

Al-AN and Robin would absolutely bond over learning about each other's biology. I could talk about this forever but I'll get into all of the headcanons I have for these two in another post eventually

Below the cut is another version with some extra bits and pieces and the transcription

Transcript :

Architect Anatomy A. Architect "Brain" - Doesn't "store" information so much as allow for easy communication with the network B. Brainstem - connects the information received to the central nervous/circulatory system C. "Heart" - Circulatory system pumps the bioluminescent fluid to other organ systems and surface veins. Each node connects to a vast vasculature network D. "Kidneys" - Organs that filter the bioluminescent "blood" and other bodily fluids, absorbing and distributing collected material E. Nerve Center - Receives raw sensory data and filters it. Filtering can be unconscious or intentional

F. "Respiratory" Tract - Intakes gases or liquids and filters out material for use. Disposes of waste on exhale. Provides cooling to internal systems

The respiratory tract functions less like a set of lungs and more akin to a computer's cooling system, with the ability to absorb material from the environment to use in other parts of the body. It also would likely help the architect's body analyze the environment it is currently exposed to on a molecular level. It is also truly unidirectional, with the intake vents near the "collarbone" and the exhaust vents on both sides of the abdomen

The architect organ cache in-game felt like it was definitely not a complete model of the internal organs, so I wanted to come up with something to fill some more space. I also just really liked the idea of Al-An being capable of something similar to breathing, without having a respiratory system in the traditional sense. Feel free to use any of this in your own headcanons if you would like :)

BONUS - a gif of all the layers!

[forgettable-au]

The pages are probably going to be posted a day later than usual :0

I was sick and couldn't work monday, so I'm a day behind

But I'm all better now wohooo

[defiledtomb]

Chapter 3 (and a little of chapter 4, hehe) is up on my Patreon! Near 5k words of Leith being a terrible man, taking the healer for dinner, stealing kisses and scheming for justice. Peep a sneak peek below!

He could hear the distant murmur of voices spilling from taverns, the clinking of tankards echoing in the alleys, dancing together with the earthy scent of wet stone and overripe fruit that had fallen from the market stalls. He dreamt, about dancing with her. A slow dance, on a balcony somewhere, her head tucked under his chin, lips against his throat. Tongue, and nakedness, and nothing else. Fuck.

Eventually, he pushed the door open, the creak a reluctant confession, a statement of inevitability. The warmth pulled him forward, the scent of her herbs enveloping him with a calm: the eye of the storm. She was there, hunched over her workbench, a collection of glass vials and herbs strewn about, an artist’s palette. He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back against her wall. He murmured her name, like a prayer. Like amen.

“You’re here,” she said, like a question, and it tugged on a string tied in his chest.

“You’re there,” an answer.

She turned, her eyes lanterns in the dark, alive and bright, flickering across his features. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He smiled, a little crooked thing, a hook in the corner of his mouth. Caught. “Just the usual hauntings.” The words were gravel in his mouth. He felt like spitting again. Instead, he said, to get it over with, “They’re gone. Riven will never be plagued by Mina’s parents again.”

“Good,” she said, hissing red-hot like a brand. “Screw my oath. May their souls never find peace.”

It never ceased to amaze him, the way she was there, both feet planted on the ground, reliable, sturdy, unwavering. She was good, even when her mood was foul. He felt like she was what he could cling to in a storm. Like maybe, if there always was her, he would somehow survive. And other times, he thought that she was the entire purpose. Of everything. Her, and her lips, and her frown.

[bettathanyou]

I'm really new to the fandom (I got in it because I am absolutely in love with this wet-cat of a man, Cedric) but I already have the head canon that Cedric thinks he's (romantically) unlovable. It just doesn't compute in his brain that someone could have such feelings about him. Sure, he can be liked and admired but never loved. (Probably due to his traumas)

Can you write a little thing about Y/N being not very subtle about their feelings but Cedric just doesn't get it. Sofia tries to even be a little match-maker!

Sofia: I think Y/N has a crush on you! :D Cedric: You should know better than to lie.

Take A Hint: Y/N x Cedric The Sorcerer, Having A Crush!

"Cedric!"

Your voice carried through the breeze of the garden, the trees rustling softly alongside your hair being tousled by the wind. It was another fair weather, perfectly sunny day in Enchancia; right now, though, all you cared about was centered on the sorcerer in plum stained robes.

He was grumbling to himself, oblivious to your approach.

"Cedric...!"

You called out louder, your pace subconsciously picking up as you approached Cedric. Upon your second greeting, the man visibly flinched, clearly snapped out of whatever daze he was in before.

Cedric quickly turned his head towards you standing there, his mahogany irises lighting up in recognition and warmth. The man's lanky body was still half bent over the lavender bush in front of him, with silvery grey bangs hung slightly in his eyes.

You beam Cedric a giddy smile, feeling your heart race by just seeing those caramel eyes fixed on you. What made your stomach flip, though, was seeing the sweet and shy smile creep along the sorcerer's cheeks to return your own smile.

In a last minute decision, you decide to be bold; because, well- you tried being subtle for weeks about your feelings! You had hoped for all the small touches, winks from catching eye contact, and compliments that the sorcerer would've noticed by now.

However, Cedric wasn't getting it; you were going to go mad at this rate, if this slow burn got any damn slower.

Your fingers gently brush a lock of thick, silky silver out of Cedric's eye. You see the man freeze from contact, clearly not expecting such close proximity. Cedric swallows, hard, holding his breath and hoping you couldn't hear his heart slamming against his chest.

His eyes stay fixed on you, as you adjust his bangs without a word- and you certainly weren't complaining. Cedric's eyes were already a lovely light brown color on their own, but in the bright summer sun they shined like pools of molten gold, the kind any noble or king would envy.

He was beautiful, and the glow in your cheeks damned you to how much you liked him.

As you pull your hand away, your fingertips brush against his cheek. It was like a match being struck against the grain, setting Cedric's skin ablaze with a red hue.

You giggle slightly, biting your tongue trying not to embarrass him further.

"... Your bangs are starting to get longer, Cedric." You commented with a smirk, unabashedly checking him out.

"It's- Uh, well- I..." The sorcerer fumbles with his words, then his hands with a nervous tick.

"I like it, you know."

I like you, too. You thought to yourself, the words almost tumbling out of your throat alongside it.

Cedric laughs awkwardly, clearly unsure how else to take your compliment other than a small, "Thank you, dear."

Wait.

"...Dear?"

You cock your head to the side, a Cheshire grin spreading across your face.

Cedric raises his brows in equal parts surprise and distress, as if he didn't even know what came out of his mouth. He scrambles to say something, but you don't give him the opportunity to apologize or try to take back what he said.

"I think I like that, too~"

You confess with a soft chuckle, breaking eye contact as your own bashfulness begins to catch up to you. You rub your arm a little self consciously, to soothe your nerves before glancing back at the sorcerer.

Cedric inwardly flinches from your eyes catching his own again. He didn't understand why you were so nice, and friendly, and happy to be around someone like him, but. It felt... Good- and nerve-wracking.

Definitely nerve-wracking.

It was like your presence alone made every nerve ending in his body be set on fire, and he wasn't exactly sure why. But the stinging glow of his cheeks, raised body temperature, and sudden loss for words due to a curious kind of brain fog that only happens around you...

Cedric shakes his head, blinking quickly to regain his focus. He didn't know how long he was staring for, and frankly the sorcerer didn't want to think about it. He stutters out a response, clearing his throat.

"Well, if you're al-alright with t-that, I can address you as s-uch." The sorcerer speaks in a neutral tone, but with a slight raise to his voice as if he was asking for permission.

You bite your tongue to barely conceal a squeal of happiness.

"That's fine..." You drawled out, but then quickly added, "Can call you dear, too?"

Cedric glances away, tugging on his muted yellow ochre tie. His initial response was to ask "why?" , because he wasn't sure why you would use such a term of endearment, for someone like himself.

But then, he also knew if he asked you why, then he would have to answer your following question, which is usually,

"well, why not?"

"...I suppose that's only fair; alright then."

Cedric nods, straightening up and smoothing down the front of his robe. He clears his throat again, taking in a deep breath.

"So, what did you need from me... D-dear?" Cedric chuckles nervously to himself, suddenly feeling very aware of everything and especially you, staring at him and making his heart race uncontrollably.

You huff in amusement, lips curled into a small smile.

"I just wanted to spend my break in the garden, really. Then, I saw you! So I wanted to say hi and chat- if you're not too busy...?"

You glanced over to the lavender bush Cedric was studying before you interrupted. It seemed like nothing was picked just yet, and suddenly you feel nervous about distracting Cedric from his work. You know the tight schedule he can have, over the course of getting to know him between his running around doing things for Roland or the royal children.

You go to open your mouth to apologize, but before a word can leave your lips Cedric is already speaking.

"No...! No, not at all, (y/n). I-I mean, yes, I am busy, but I meant-..." Cedric scratches the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly as he trails off.

Your heart flutters, whether it's from his smile or your own anxiety, you weren't sure.

"...Yes, my dear?" You offer with a smile, rocking on your heels for emphasis.

Cedric chuckles softly at that, his shoulders relaxing as he laughs. You can only smile wider in return, a loss for words at how every mannerism of his makes you come undone at the seams.

"I will always have time for you, (y/n)."

Cedric speaks with a soft, but confident voice, nodding to you. You blink, not expecting such a drastic shift of attitude from the sorcerer.

"Ri-right...!" You replied, voice shaking slightly. Now, it seems it was your turn to be flustered beyond coherent thought.

You both continue to chit chat about things happening currently in the castle, as well as get to listen to Cedric explain what he's using the lavender he's harvesting for; unsurprisingly, it's for a potion.

To be honest, you couldn't really focus on what he was saying entirely, because of Cedric's tendency to (cutely) ramble about magic things. But you didn't care in the slightest; the shimmer in his eyes as he speaks with passion about things he loves, is all that you need to see.

Afterwards, you sadly tell Cedric you have to get back to work, but then ask really quick if you can stop by his workshop later to see the potion he's making in action. He agrees, almost too quickly, which leaves you with a smile that lasts all day.

"I'll see you then, dear!" You call out, waving your hand in goodbye.

Cedric waves back, not realizing the smile on his own face.

________

"Mr. Cedric!" Sofia barks out excitedly, already running over to the tall man.

Cedric yells in surprise, nearly jumping out of his skin from the sudden appearance of his apprentice and friend.

"Princess...! Merlin's mushrooms, child, you scared me half to death!" Cedric chided her with a huff, pushing back his bangs.

"Sorry...!" The young girl peeks up from her auburn curls, flashing Cedric an apologetic smile.

After a beat, Cedric relents, sighing in resignation.

"It's quite alright. Did you get everything on the list I gave you?"

"Yup! All accounted for!"

Sofia displays her basket of herbs and flowers proudly with a bright, cheery smile.

Cedric hums in approval, quickly looking over everything to make sure it's correct.

After a moment, he nods, patting Sofia's head in praise.

"Excellent work, my dear."

Sofia chuckled warmly. "Thanks, Mr. Cedric."

As they brought in the ingredients for the potion, Sofia eyed the man with a mischievous smile.

"So... You're gonna show (y/n) the potion too, right Mr. Cedric?"

Cedric paused for a moment, looking down at the girl. She wore a smile he knew all too well meant trouble, and he didn't like it.

"You know better than to eavesdrop, Princess."

"I wasn't...! I mean, not really! I just couldn't help but overhear while picking the flowers!"

Sofia grabbed a daffodil for emphasis, holding it up to the sorcerer like it was indisputable evidence.

Cedric scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully as he waved her off.

"Yes, yes, I understand what you mean, Sofia."

As they continue down the hall, about to turn the corner into Cedric's tower staircase, Sofia speaks again.

"You know, Mr. Cedric, (y/n) seems to really like you. Do you think... She might..." The girl wanders off, biting her lip and smiling.

"She might what?" Cedric prompts her with a concerned tone, his hands turning clammy as the silence fills the space around them.

"...You know! likes, likes you?" Sofia giggles, eyeing Cedric with another smile.

Cedric huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. The idea makes his cheeks flare a bright red at the thought, even if the idea was absurd to begin with. After all, it's you. You're too beautiful, too kind, too interesting, too- too you, to even consider a bumbler like himself.

"It's rude to gossip, Sofia. You ought to know better." Cedric scowled, giving the girl a pointed look with a raised brow.

"I'm just saying...!" Sofia replied in a sing song voice, shrugging.

Now-," Cedric turns to her, pulling out his wand. With a flick of the wrist, the basket disappeared, teleported back to the cluttered table of his workshop beyond the door.

"As much as I appreciate your hard work today, I'm afraid I have to do the rest alone." Cedric speaks with a firmer, but still kind tone.

"Well... Alright! I hope everything goes well with your potion, Mr. Cedric!" Sofia waves in goodbye, and the sorcerer smiles and gives her a wave in return. Her purple and pink shirts swish as she turns to bounce down the steps, hearing the familiar creak of Cedric's door about to shut.

Sofia glances back, smiling brightly.

"I hope things go well with you-know-who, too!"

Cedric's heart stops, and he flings the door open to scold the child again. Yet, the only thing on his steps now was empty space, and the echo of Sofia's giddy laugh as she stomps down the staircase.

"...Don't run, Sofia! You're going to fall one of these days!" Cedric yells with the impatient yet caring attitude that Sofia knows and loves.

Though Cedric sighs wearily, he shuts his door with a broad smile on his face, his heart aching in that unfamiliar but welcome way that means he's thinking of you.

[love-evetor]

May i request romantic! Pest x gn!reader headcanons ples im hungr y

QUITE LATE here is ur food anon served on a paperplate . eat up i hope it isn't word slop

obligatory this is not beta read LMAO its 6 am but i saw the ask and i started Writing sorry if i messed up 202049823008 words and have the grammar of an infant /exag

unsurprisingly, he is.. a bit of a dick! generally cold and silent and will probably look dazed when you show them affection. he's very dense as well, subtle little things go RIGHT over his head.

he has his struggles with emotional intimacy as well, gift giving and acts of service end up being their primary love languages. he loves to give you gifts of little things he creates and has definitely made a little machine guy for you! it doesn't do much though, just flashes some little messages of care.

continuing on his machinery, they spend a LOT of time on those things. its one of the only things you'll get him to talk about for more than a few sentences - absolutely in-love with the way robotics work. that being said, they will 100% ramble to you. they're normally not that emotional, but it makes him really happy when someone listens to him about his robotics. he'll go out of his way to help you understand, even!

more physical stuff, their mandibles do get in the way sometimes. the ones on his mouth are a little rough but kept clean, so they aren't too bad when it comes to kisses. the head ones though can be a little uncomfortable, having to slot yourself in-between them and they've scratched against you a few times. they've never hurt you though, only tickle a little, caused for a few funny moments.

cuddling, hugs, all that stuff with them they're INSANELY open for. will he ever ask for it himself? no, but its almost like he can sense when you're about to ask with how fast he says yes. he might be a teensy bit touch starved, but you'll never get them to admit that lmao

you, 100%, WILL catch him staring. he is captivated in you, that much is obvious - over and over again staring at you with the most love struck eyes before jumping and quickly looking away every time you catch him. he'll play it off like it hasn't happened every time, don't even get him to TRY and admit it you will FAIL

more of a detail, but he chitters a lot when you both cuddle - more or less mumbling to him. yet, it makes little rumbles in his chest and its obvious when he's doing it. you aren't supposed to know what he's saying, its in his native language of course - but its all sweet nothings. he does it subconsciously, but its cute nonetheless.

to end on a rather soft note, he loves you more than you ever know no matter what. you infect his mind, his work, his hobbies and he hates it in a way - but all in all he doesn't want it gone. :}

[popponn]

call you later; 2.

notes: what if you didn't pick up their call? they left a voicemail, in their own ways. so we still got uh... aryu chigirin and im considering reo. idk who else will come later but i had fun writing this!! character: itoshi rin, bachira meguru. [ part 1 : isagi, sae, nagi ]

itoshi rin

What did you do? This guy is the type to only left anything if it’s urgent, about nii-chan, or about football. Other than that high chances are they are actual death threats and you are not an exception.

Though, he can not deny that you are sort of his favorite in a way—won't admit that to your face too, though. That’s why he even bothers calling you and not just left a message or tell some poor soul to call you instead. While he probably feels a bit irked that you didn’t pick up, he will save the nagging when he finally met you face to face later. And even then, most of teammates will clarify that rather than nagging it’s more like his way of asking for your extra attention. It’s adorable, if you ignore the fact that the next movie night will definitely without a doubt would have to be a horror movie night just to cheer him up. Prayers and thoughts, if you dislike horror.

The message he will left is exactly like him, in a way. Rude, doesn’t have many words, but if you squints you could hear what sounds like a caring nosiness. While he isn’t the type to suddenly get clingy because of one unpicked-up call or thing about it too much, call him back soon as you can even if he didn’t say or rush you to do so. Would never say it to your face, but having you around him calms him down a lot and that includes your voice.

“Where are you right now?” Rin sounds like he was angry, as usual. “You better not be picking up problems left and right or I swear I will—”

A background noise that sounds like a chirpy teasing interrupted him, reminding him not to be so scary, which Rin replied with a snarling growl, “Shut up! And that wasn’t for you—I got a match so you better fucking watch it and fucking message me where you are while you are at it. I will get you home later so you better wait for me or else…..that’s all. Later. Next time don’t just go somewhere without telling me, stupid.”

bachira meguru

Do you know how long of a voice message can someone left on an unpicked up call? If you don’t you will find out soon.

He probably would not really question why you are not picking up, but mostly because whenever you got separated he will always call you in the most ungodly timing possible just for chatting. Somehow. So, at this point, it has become more of a norm for you to not pick up and just call him again later. He is not being nosy, it’s just more of how he expresses his love—sharing literally everything with you. This has led to several one-sided awkwardness from your part between you and some of his teammates, but hey Bachira Meguru’s Hottest Soccer Gossips is a very important segment in your daily life with him.

Which being said, yeah, get ready. He will talk into the phone as if you were there replying to him—and indeed he always manage to predict how you will react. Listening to his voicemail during work is a good replacement for podcasts and such as in case you are bored by them. Though, sometimes, when he is in a rush and have to keep the message shorter than usual, it’s really sweet! He rarely manage to remind you to call him back though, as it feels like norm for you to do so. Don’t forget it, so you don’t get a Bachira Meguru species asking to be carried around for the whole day on the next holiday. He has muscles and those things are not light.

“So, so, so!” Meguru began with his chirpy voice, not leaving any greeting as usual. “Today Isagi and Chigirin kind of clowned and I really, really want to tell you that story—but I gotta go fast, so I will tell you at home later, okay?” Meguru worded out each word in a rushed manner, akin to an excited buzzing bee waiting to run somewhere with skips in his steps and ball for him to dribble.

“Last night I dreamt about Zico so I will definitely win today! But I also dreamt you were there bundled up because you got a fever. Not like I’m complaining if I get to take care of you with my specials, but stay healthy, ‘kay, ‘kay?” Meguru said, jokingly yet dotting. Then, immediately, he continued, “Oh, well! That’s all—I will call again later or you could! So, see ‘ya, Lovely! Love you! Muuuach!”

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Thinks about the fact that Bill's home life was apparently worse than Stan's. Thinks about the 'Misses home and can't return' line. Thinks about Bill's obsession with a family of twins that I'm sure doesn't come from anything specific in his own life. Thinks about how the show is all about connections with family, and how much stronger they are together rather than apart. Thinks about—

[bookwyrminspiration]

chat should I do the 50k words in a month this november, as per usual, or since we're ditching the site due to shitty management should I break free of the ill-timing and do the challenge in like. june.

[astrolotte]

Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it 😔😔😔

(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)

((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle 😔 I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))

(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))

[mothhue]

i point at you

talk about robots

-totally not an australian paper bag

HEHEHE YAAAAYYYY!!!!! >:D I GET TO GO INSANE ABOUT THE SILLIES!!

Alrighty, soo...

Haunted scrapyard is an original project me and my friends have been working on, it's about six haunted robots going through all sorts of shinaniganry and adventures. With a good dose of villains, side characters and found family. Here's some assorted drawings/doodles I did for it!!

I adore haunted scrapyard so much, and I've been having a blast working on it!

...in fact, I've been having so much fun, that I uh

...yeah this is. a VERY small spoiler-free portion of the art I did for this project. (I also have over 7 documents written with over 20k words combined, not to mention the countless paragraphs I've written over on discord but let's ignore that for now)

If you're interested and want to check it out, HEHE THANK YOU :D!!! I heavily recommend looking through this document for a nice introduction to it!! We also have a blog centered around them, @haunted-scrapyard, but it's more of a glorious chaotic doodle pile. I would love love love it for people to check it out!!

Anyways, I ADORE THESE ROBOTS SO MUUCH AUGHAGUDHFKF My brain is completely full of these guys right now I am actively going feral. I need to be less shy and more cringe about them on here I am spinning around in my enclosure

[astranauticus]

i don't have the screenshots on hand because this is just a thought i needed to let out after being woken up by my buildings fire alarm at 7am (i am in shambles, thanks for asking) but back at the start of canto 7 i was trying to figure out what in the Fuck hong lu meant by don quixote being 'the most lucid' of the sinners and eventually my read was that she's the one who's most clear on what she wants because hong lu brought up how her eyes are sparkling and the two times dante notes someone's eyes sparkling in that episode (?) were when don talks about saving all the people in la manchaland and when charon says she wants to eat candy at an amusement park, and also this would very nicely mirror the bit in the final sancho fight when dante ruminates about how so far they've been trying to help the sinners out of their issues by figuring out what they want and then promising it to them but with sancho she doesn't want anything because everything she's wanted as don quixote was part of that dream that she's now woken up from (especially with dulcinae talking at length about the difference between sancho and don's eyes)

but like..... there's one other thing about eyes that dante notices in that early episode

so i'm wondering if this is an idea that's gonna come back in canto 8, that dante's old tricks aren't going to work here either because hong lu just doesn't really want anything for himself when he's been living his whole life surrendering (hah) himself to being used by other people for their own goals

[retroautomaton]

✨ Metropolis Cocktail ✨

Here’s the first few pages of my first full-length comic with the crew, to close out the Halloween season! 🎃

pg. 1, 2, & 3

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i have officially returned. ask me anything.

[greasydumbfuck]

also just for the record. no matter how much utterly stupid shit i say or draw about him, frank actually makes me so deeply sad. this old man should be picking up his grandkids but he cant. i think about him too much and im so sad