#little thing i wrote today

[zomtart]

Thinking about platonic Matt and reader with reader who, unlike Foggy and Karen, isn’t weirded out by Matt’s enhanced senses but thinks it’s the COOLEST THING ON THE PLANET.

Matt will be working and she’ll just call out of nowhere. He picks up, a little worried something is wrong when she says with urgency, “Matt!”

His hands pause over his papers, he’s immediately on high alert. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“No—everything’s fine. Everything’s great. Quick question—can you smell cavities?”

Matt is obviously taken aback. “What?”

“Cavities. Like, in my mouth. In my teeth. If I had any, could you tell?”

“Uh…” Matt runs a hand down his face, thinking about the huge amount of work he had to get done by the end of the day. “I’ve never really thought about that.”

“Okay—well, I bet you could. Do you know how much money I could save if I didn’t have to go to the dentist?”

“I don’t think that’s—“

“I’ll be at your office in ten.”

[deadandwalking]

fear, misery, jealousy.

confidence, love, hope.

emotions,

such complicated things.

why do i feel this way for you?

they say a romantic love is the strongest of all

but you, my friend, you suffocate me.

i spend our time apart thinking of you, and our time together enjoying you.

they say it’s a crush,

they say it’s not right,

but that’s not true, you’re my friend,

my best friend,

and i love you

[lyxchen]

Okay so I said I was drawing a sangihun kiss and that I would hopefully finish and post it tonight. Well I didn't finish it and I also got distracted and started drawing another sangihun thing and I love the sketch so much that as an apology y'all are getting that now. But hey, I said I was gonna post a sangihun kiss tonight and technically I kinda did <3

Anyways, here it is:

Also the legs and feet at the bottom left are part of what I originally wanted to finish tonight :>

[youchangedmedestiel]

Dean and Cas work a case together. They go to the crime scene as FBI agents as usual, but this time Dean recognizes the vics. They are two hunters he met on separate occasions, Bart and Marcus.

So, there's definitely something supernatural going on around here.

What's weird though is that they both have been murdered and have been found naked in the same room. Dean is confused while Cas is focused, studying the crime scene.

"I think they were copulating when they got attacked by something." Cas establishes the facts, based on what he sees in front of him and what the sheriff told them earlier.

"What? No, not possible." Dean looks at him frowning, looking down at the bodies.

"Why not?" Cas frowns back.

"Because!" That's all Dean gives him. He seems unsettled.

"Do you know a supernatural being that undress its victims before killing them?" Cas pushes him, suspecting something that might be bothering him.

"I don't know every monster out there. Maybe that's a kind that only kill naturists and since there was none around here. Then - then it did the job itself." Dean poorly explains which earns him a squinted look from the angel.

"Dean." By saying his name, Cas tries to bring him back to reality or at least something more logical that might have happened. But soon after, he tries to investigate where Dean's reluctance comes from. "Does it bother you?" He simply says.

"What?" Dean asks, pretending not to know.

"Are you bothered by those two men having sex?" Cas asks innocently.

"WHAT?!" Dean seems shocked by the accusation, but then adds quietly, "not bothered."

"What then?" Cas wonders, tilting his head.

"I don't know. Surprised maybe. I mean they didn't seem - you know." Dean struggles and Cas doesn't help at all. He just looks at him and doesn't say anything, leaving Dean all alone to try to get out of this conversation he hasn't seen coming. Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. "Can we just focus on the case, please?" He says, sighing.

"Of course, Dean." Cas replies, because the hunter doesn't seem at ease with this talk. Hopefully he will at some point.

[capricores]

i love being friends with earth sign placements (sun/moon/asc/venus) so much. you will not find better friends. the way they're so caring, attentive, nurturing, kind-hearted?! the fact that they initiate and plan things for and with you?! the way they listen so well and give amazing yet gentle advice?! the way they remember all the little things about you and your interests and give the most thoughtful gifts and remind you in small ways that they remember everything about you?! i hope every earth sign placement is having a great day and knows just how positively impactful they are in their friend's lives!!!!!! we love you!!!!

[ch1zzie]

I'm in other places too:]

[thebookworm0001]

6 Sentence Sunday

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a writer in possession of a wip must be in want of an excuse to share it

so here's mine lol

“It appears your focus is elsewhere, ma vhenan,” A smirk teased at his lips. “What has captured it, I wonder?” He lifted his left hand from where it supported the open cover of the manuscript, and the whole of her attention focused on the soft skin of the inside of her knee as he curled his fingers around it, as it slipped just a hair lower to caress the inside of her thigh.  “I’m perfectly focused, thank you very much.”  “Is that so?”

With no pressure, tagging: @ell-vellan @shift-shaping @dreadfutures @plisuu @oxygenforthewicked @psalacanthea @exalted-dawn @rosella-writes @fadedsweater

[wylanslcve]

Okay don't mind me I'm in the middle of a Crooked Kingdom reread and feel overwhelmingly inclined to rant about Jesper Fahey because this fandom just doesn't give him the treatment he deserves. I'm specifically going to incoherently ramble about the scene in Crooked Kingdom where he, Colm and Wylan are being shot at because I feel like that scene is representative of Jesper's arc - but, before we dive into that, let me contextualise a few things first. Jesper does things for the thrill of it: he thrives off chaos and spontaneity, hence why he "always felt better when people were shooting at him". It's because the sound of gunfire "called the scattered, irascible, permanently seeking part of his mind into focus like nothing else" - and it also provides a distraction from his pain and trauma, because whenever he'd think about it, "everything in him recoiled. Trying not to die was the best possible distraction". Whenever anything to do with his past or his debt is brought up, "his hands returned to his revolvers" because he found himself "longing for the cool, familiar feel of their pearl handles beneath his thumbs". It steadies him as much as it possibly can when he's not in a dangerous situation, momentarily calling his mind into focus, an attempt at distracting himself from his afflictions.

Based off similar instances, the scene in Crooked Kingdom where he, Wylan and Colm are being shot at should have brought him that same satisfaction that any other shooting would. He "should be buzzing from the excitement of the fight. The thrill was still there, fizzing through his blood, but beside it was a cold, unfamiliar sensation that felt like it was draining the joy from him." What makes this situation so different to the others is that he can't ignore his problems and trauma now: it's staring him right in the face. Colm is right there. The thrill of the fight doesn't feel the same because "all he could think was, Da could have been hurt. He could have died." And we know that Jesper's debt would cost Colm the jurda farm Jesper grew up on, forcing him to acknowledge the reality of his problems: with Colm being right there, Jesper just can't ignore his afflictions because all he could think about is how his father would "suffer for his antics". If you ask me, this is so representative of his character arc as a whole.

This is further emphasised by how he's reflecting on the first time he spun Makker's Wheel right before this ambush, its intention being merely "harmless fun", but it ended up evolving into an addiction that "split [his life] like a log into two distinct and uneven pieces: the time before he’d stepped up to that wheel and every day since". The rush of a high-stakes situation is the equivalent of the "harmless fun" - it's a thrill that Jesper enjoys feeling, but in reality it's doing much more harm because it's preventing him from acknowledging and facing his pain. And he's indeed in so much pain: there's so much anguish inside of him, but he'd do anything to distract himself from it because the reality is just too painful.

This is where the tables come in: later in Crooked Kingdom, when the crew are being ambushed by the Khergud, Jesper "could feel the pull of East Stave" because he didn't have anything else to occupy his mind with. Then, the minute he thinks about facing his father, "the need to be at the tables was overwhelming" because he desperately needs to distract himself from the reality of his circumstances: "since Kaz hadn't obliged him with something to shoot at, Jesper needed a pair of dice and long odds to clear his mind". He can't use the ambush as a distraction, so the tables it is. As Inej tells him, "they feel like medicine. They soothe you, put you right for a time. But they’re poison, Jesper. Every time you play, you take another sip." This isn't the first time poison has been used to represent something that is preventing the Crows from healing - we also see it with Matthias, when he tells Brum in Six of Crows, "the life you live, the hate you feel - it's poison. I can drink it no longer". Just like how the exploitation of Matthias' grief and pain as a means of fueling hatred prevented him from healing because it kept exacerbating the anguish within him (he had to stop drinking the poison to do so), Jesper's addiction - and, by extension, the thrill of a high-stakes situation - prevents him from acknowledging the wound inside him and working towards healing it. It gets to the extent where “he had always thought of himself as lucky… what if he’d been bluffing this whole time?” - he’s gotten so used to suppressing his pain that he, in a way, loses sense of who he is. His façade has distorted his perception of himself. It's not until Colm arrives in the Barrel that Jesper is forced to acknowledge just how deep that wound is and how much it's festering - just like how he couldn't even feel the thrill of a fight properly because of the possibility of his father getting hurt.

That scene is one of many cracks that start to form as Jesper continues to bottle up all of this pain and trauma, until he finally breaks when Wylan proposes that he's such a good shot because being a Fabrikator allows him to direct the metal of the bullets. Jesper protests, asking Wylan why he can't "just let things be easy" - why can't he just let him keep ignoring his problems, when it's so much easier than facing them? But Wylan stands his ground, explaining that "they’re not easy... You keep pretending everything is okay. You move on to the next fight or the next party. What are you afraid is going to happen if you stop?" This is why Matthias calls Jesper “angry and frightened” - he’s afraid of stopping, because he knows stopping means that he’s forced to face the reality that he’s deeply wounded. This is when he finally breaks under the burden of his own pain, under the reality that he can't keep ignoring it anymore - hence why he chooses to put his share of the reward in Colm's name because, as he explains to Kaz, "I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of money just yet". For the first time, he's acknowledging his problems and working towards fixing them, no matter how much time it takes (because trauma and addiction don't just disappear overnight).

n e ways this ended up being significantly longer than anticipated but this is what happens when I start analysing these books: it snowballs out of control and suddenly I can’t shut up.

[tetzoro]

in the mist of a new morning, march pokes her head through the thawing ground and greets all those who are longing for spring with just the warmth of a smile. she says the new season is just around the corner and infinite amounts of magic awaits. there is so much hope swirling around her, it almost feels infectious …³³³

happy march friendz, the last two months may have been a lot for some, but we are slowly working towards better days !! here’s to having a great month ଘ(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ❤︎

[realchemistry]

Eddie didn’t remember him. Buck took a deep breath, Eddie was alive, that was all that mattered.

Or, Eddie gets shot, loses some of his memories and comes to an interesting conclusion.

[deplcythebattery]

everyone: oh you're so lucky you get to stay home all the time!

me, chronically ill: ah. yeah. haha. lucky. i get to stay home. i don't get the fun parts of that though! i can't partake in my hobbies for more than an hour every two to three days :) i do get to watch a lot of tv though! oh you think that gets boring after a few hours? haha. yeah it fucking does. imagine that being the only thing you can do and then tell me how lucky i am

[kittyandco]

mental health has tanked underground and all I can think about is my unnamed guy... and I just spent 2 hours rewatching some of my favorite episodes of his series to see him it might be over

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

i wrote a fanfic

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent-ish things ~

[vilevenom]

Hmmm...

Shadow babysitting Cream one day in spring (because he's secretly a big softy and basks in the ability to care for someone like a sibling again), and taking her on a walk through a park.

They come across a field of lavender, and Cream and Cheese start frolicking in the flowers so Shadow settles himself in a sparser looking patch to watch as they play.

He doesn't notice that he dozes off from the warmth of the sun and scent of the flowers, and wakes up to Cream methodically weaving sprigs of lavender through his quills.

He asks Cream what she's doing, and she cheerfully informs him that she once overheard him telling Miss Amy that lavender was his favorite flower, so she thought he might like them in his quills so he could continue to enjoy them once they left the park.

He tries desperately not to start weeping as that triggers a memory of Maria stealing flowers from the ARKs gardens/green houses to weave them into his quills so they could both enjoy them and their scent as they went about their daily routine.

Cream thinks he's upset and apologizes, but he reassures her that she's being quite thoughtful and he's just touched at how kind she is.

He leaves the lavender in his quills until he's forced to remove it for a GUN mission. However, each and every spring is carefully pressed into a book and kept in a special spot on his bookshelf.

[chaosfairy18]

Drinking with everyone was always an experience, mostly due to the fact that so many different characters met together to drink enough to have all their inhibitions fly out the window. Pie Eater was one of the few who had sworn to stay sober and make sure the others even found their way home - though some had already disappeared somewhere with one of the others or some stranger so he would only be worried if they didn't say anything until the next evening.

It was still nice, talking to the others, seeing Itey sleep peacefully on Snitch's shoulder after only some glasses, Jack flirting with David to hell and back and even Blink and Skittery almost starting fights with some idiots on the dance floor. Pie just stayed with the calmer ones, quietly talking to Snitch for the most part, but he did perk up when Snoddy sat on the next table over, hugging Jack and then David. "I love you guys soooo much, always s' nice ta get out."

They did something similar with Swifty, Dutchy and Mush, before almost tripping and sitting next to Snitch and Itey, very quietly proclaiming her love for her friends and patting Itey's hair. "S'rsly, I loooove all our fr'nds soooo much." They went to grab another cocktail from the table when Pie stopped them.

"Maybe that's enough, Snoddy."

She just pouted but let her hand fall. "Meanie."

Pie knew that wasn't meant seriously, but he did worry a bit about Snoddy's state, thinking he should really bring her home already. "Let's get you out of here and home, hm?" He pulled Snoddy up, making them giggle and throw their arms around his neck, almost falling on him.

Even with Snoddy being very affectionate, they made it out to the fresh air, both breathing it in a few times before moving again.

"Pie?", Snoddy started. "I really love you, you know?" They looked right into his eyes, grey eyes looking hazy still, but shining prettily in the lights of the streetlamps.

"I know. You told everyone else too."

That didn't seem to make her happy. "Bu' I need ya to knowwww. 's important." Snoddy always got so affectionate and happy when tipsy, but this really was especially much for her.

"I know. Love you too, Elle."

They smiled a bit but still pulled him closer. "M happy 'bout tha', but don' mean it like that. I really love you."

Pie stopped, looking at Snoddy's flushed face, freckles standing out even more like that. She couldn't mean... or did she?

In any case, that wasn't something to discuss tonight, that was something for when they were sober and could talk about this properly. "Let's talk about that tomorrow. My place?"

Snoddy smiled with their whole face. "Mhm! 'lways love your cakes. Wan' it for breakfast."

Pie Eater just hummed, opening the passanger side of his car and getting Snoddy in, surprised when they held onto his neck for a second longer and gave him a kiss on the cheek, just smiling before cuddling into her jacket.

Taking a few deep breaths, he got into his car, driving to his apartment, once patting Snoddy's hair when she held her head near the gear shift and looked at him pleadingly during a stop at a red light. All in all it was far too cute for his heart, but it wasn't like the worst was already over, he still had to convince Snoddy to sleep alone in the bed, knowing how much of a cuddler they were but not wanting to betray their trust while they hadn't talked about the maybe confession from before.

He only got it done by wrapping Snoddy up in two blankets in which they were too comfortable to move much and then sneaking out, lying on the couch and really wondering what was going to come of this tomorrow.