#my!writing

[samyy009922]

Im bored, so theres probably no plot to this :)

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HERE WE GO AGAIN

Mafia bad sans's with the inclusion of good ol' Red

You and Red lay on the floor, both far too tired to do anything despite the massive amount of paperwork laying on your desk.

"so uh, you got anything ya gotta do today?" Red asked, still laying on the floor. You knew what he was gonna ask, he asked every day.

"Red, I don't know why you bother asking me, yeah I'll come with." Every day, you both went to the bar in the hideout you both worked at.

He let out a shallow laugh, a chuckle if you will. Good friends y'all were, knew each other since you stated working for the Mafia you found yourself in.

Absentmindedly, you both chatted and allowed anything you both thought to be a topic of choice. You both even talked about deviled eggs for some reason?

After a good hour of nothing, it was decided to go ahead and get going. However, as you pulled you boots back onto you one of the assistances barged in... rather rudely.

"30 minutes, the bosses want to see you." she looked at you, not red, who actually worked alongside the bosses, but you and only you.

You'd had interactions with the higherups before but very briefly and if give you anxiety just thinking back on those situations. You sat next to a computer all day, never on the field- so your social skills weren't exactly in tip top shape.

You were always told the Bosses were very odd characters, with their leader of leaders being the strangest; none of them were stable though, you knew that for a fact. However, with that being said, all you interactions with there were... different.

Horror: never talked, and if he did you knew you were in some deep shit. He was the tank of the team, most of the time keeping his singular eye on the front fields.

Killer: just a straight up psychopath. Anyone who had a proper conversation with him all said the same thing: he was insane. He could snap in a matter of seconds, so he wasnt the type you wanted to be around for long. He didn't oversee any particular branch, but rather just stuck his fingeys in everything.

Dust: another silent one, and you also never wanted to hear him... ever. With that being said, he was also a super heavy hitter and kept an eye on all trades and correspondences, ready to jump in a matter of seconds.

Error: a strange one, as he seemed to break the laws of... everything you thought you ever knew. But he was the one who controlled the digital side of things. therefor you saw him the most. He has a temper to him and is a massive control freak based off what you've seen of him.

Nightmare: the big guy, the one behind everything... and the one you were most scared of. He was the dude who oversaw everything that ever happened to anyone, If you pissed him off? Well life wont be a work in your vocabulary for much longer.

But, even so... they always seemed different with you in some fashion. Like for example, Error called you up to their office because he forgot a major component in a software the team was developing, but when you arrived he wasnt cold at all? He even seemed welcoming to you in some way...

and Horror made you eat

which you found very odd

Anyway, as you were fed this information, you looked at Red because you assumed he knew something, ANYTHING. He, being him, knew absolutely nothing and seemed just as confused at you were.

"Uh... Ok? I assume were meeting in their office? Cause like, its still office hours?" You felt out the attitude of the woman, mainly because you want to know if they're wanting to see you because you did something wrong.

"Yes." Was all she said, then left. This leaves you with a grand total of 29 minutes before your potential death.

"wha tha-." Red, who was now standing, spoke out loud.

"I don't know man." Was your only responce.

...

Time went by as you paced around waiting for the clock to tic down, PRAYING you didn't massively mess something, and they WEREN'T about to unceremoniously kill you.

"alright sweetheart, good luck in there." His voice semi-calmed you, albeit barely. He seemed very clam during this, but to be fair it wasnt like he was in your situation... but he did work closely with the bosses so maybe he did know something? Maybe?

You stood at the door leading to the desks where the big men would be sitting.

Finally you knocked

...

You heard nothing.

...

You turned to walk away, hoping this was all some stupid misunderstanding

...

The door slammed open

"HEY! Its them!" Killers unmistakable voice cut through the air like the knives he wielded.

"allow them in killer." A deep voice followed that ear-splitting yell, soothing you, but not for long because as you turned around you were met face to skull with Nightmare.

Well that's slightly terrifying.

Nightmare gives you a gesture to follow him, and so you do, although there is a lot of apprehension.

He leaves you in the middle of the room as he moves swiftly to his resident desk, one that's slightly lifted off the ground. The whole room looks like one out of a fantasy movie: Gold, mahogany wood, beautiful pilers, you name it.

The more you looked around, the more little details seemed to make themself clear to you: slits in random places that likely came from knives or other weapons, gun racks that hold very expensive looking guns, and pieces of paper that scatters some of the members desks. Makes you wonder even more why your here.

Off to the side you recognize a large red eye light that's staring directly at you. Horror's smiling very wide; that sort of thing is something that strongly worries you.

Errors in a hammock that's stationed off the left farthest corner of the room, once you catch his gaze he snarls and looks away.

"so i bet your wondering why your here..." Once again, that silky voice catches your attention. Nightmares smiling, rather widely might you add.

"Y-yeah? I cant say I'm not confused." You stammered a little. As mush as you were confused and mildly scared right now, you do have to say... the group was a litttttttle attractive. You'd never admit that out loud though.

"well..." A new voice nudged its way into the conversation "we have a question regarding your plans..." Dust's voice was quiet, but also smooth? Not something many people were privy to. Wait, yeah most people didn't hear that voice unless they were gonna die, what the hell was happening??

"you could say were asking about your plans for todate." Killer smiled widely, which wasn't out of the ordinary but something about this instance seemed very different.

They all gave you a few seconds before pushing the question again, you finally answered.

"Oh- Uh, I don't having anything i'm planning to do today?" You desperately wanted to ask why, where was this going but you chose to leave that little bit out.

"heh... good." Horror commented, scary.

"hmm, i agree, good." Nightmares addition made it even more menacing, then he continued: "you will be accompanying us tonight for a smaller... mission." You could HEAR the smile and menace radiating off that skeleton.. he also didn't give you much of a choice.

"D-don't-t get you-r hopes up-up" Error so kindly added "This-is is nothing but work-k." You nodded, not wanting to question why they chose you over literally anyone else.

"you will be picked up from your house at 7pm sharp. look good." You once again nodded then Nightmare give graciously give you permission to leave.

As you walked out the room, you pondered the inclination of going out on a date with mafia bosses, was it even a date? Was it seriously just work? If so, why someone so low on the ranks?

You met back up with Red, he gave you a concerned look and added you looked pale as fuck. You briefed him on the situation: "They more or less asked me out for some work event??" He seemd just as confused as you were.

"interestin' group they are." Was all Red added

...

Wait

How do they know where you live??

[disasterman-snz]

Hey @dontfeeltoohot :) I got you for @softsnzstuff secret santa! (edited to fix the @ thing not working 😵‍💫)

I decided to try my hand at writing Edissy for the first time because I don’t feel like there’s enough content of them out there. It’s my first time writing them though, so idk if it was my smartest move! I really really hope you enjoy it tho! 

!!MINORS DNI!!

~

Chrissy always looks forward to coming home to the apartment she shares with Eddie at the end of the day, but today she’s even more excited than usual. 

She’s been on a business trip for five long days now, and she was so busy that she barely had a minute of free time to even call her boyfriend the entire time. 

She hates business trips more than anything. They’re stressful, and she doesn’t want to be clingy, but she misses Eddie when she’s away. They’re luckily not a common thing, but even the odd trip or two every year is too much in her opinion. 

 She eagerly pushes the door open and sets her bags down in the entrance. Usually, she’d take them to her room first, but she figures she put all the luggage away properly after she’s seen Eddie.

 “Hey, I’m home,” she calls out softly, but there’s no response, which is strange. 

 Eddie usually greets her right as she comes in the door when she gets home from trips like this, even if it’s the middle of the night or early in the morning when he really should be sleeping.  

 She can hear his music playing softly from their stereo, which is also unusual. Eddie typically plays his music so loud that they sometimes get noise complaints from the landlord. It’s almost unnerving to hear the familiar sound of guitar playing so quietly. 

 Her lips pull down into a slight frown. 

 “Eddie?” she calls again, a little louder this time, and looks around, wondering if he stepped out to get dinner or something. Maybe he didn’t realize she’d be home so early, or lost track of time. It’s not as if he actually has to greet her every time she comes home from a trip, he just usually chooses to. 

 She decides that must be it- he probably went out with his friends and forgot she was getting in this evening. Or thought she wouldn’t be home until late. He’s always teasing her about her terrible luck with planes getting delayed. 

 She closes the front door and heads for their little living room, going to turn off the music that Eddie must have forgotten when he went out or something. 

 As she flips it off and the music goes quiet, she hears a soft sound from the couch and jumps in surprise. She spins around to look and finds Eddie laying there. 

 He’s bundled up in a thick pile of blankets and curled up so small that she almost didn’t notice him. His breath comes out in soft snores and the coffee table is littered with used tissues.

 He looks awful, and Chrissy softens immediately. 

She moves to his side, and Eddie shivers a little in his sleep, which tugs at her heartstrings and worries her because it isn’t cold in their apartment and Eddie is bundled up in at least three blankets.  

 She reaches down and brushes his bangs from his forehead, her frown deepening when as she notes they’re damp with sweat. Concern sits heavy in her chest as she presses the back of her hand to his clammy forehead.

 Heat radiates off it in waves, and she frowns, “Oh Eddie...” It’s not bad enough that it’s dangerous, but it’s enough that she knows he must be feeling just awful. 

 He stirs at her touch, “Hmm? Chrissy?” he sounds confused, and she shushes him. 

 “Yes it’s me,” she assures him, running a hand over his cheek comfortingly.  

 He blinks up at her, “You’re.. snff… back from your trip?” 

 She nods, “I just got home. You didn’t tell me you were feeling bad or I would’ve tried to come sooner.” 

 She doubts her boss would have approved a request to come home early, but she can’t stand the idea of Eddie lying here all by himself while he’s so sick. 

 She wonders if he’s been taking proper care of himself- eating and drinking plenty, or if he’s just been curled up on the couch this whole time. Maybe if she’d known she at least could have gotten Robin or Steve to drop a care package off for her. 

 Eddie shakes his head again, reaching up to rub his nose “No, ‘m fine. You.. hhh…hh…” his breath wavers, and he trails off for a moment before he gives a little shake of his head, “Your work’s important-hh… Didn’t wanna snddff worry you on your trihhp.”

 Chrissy huffs at that, brushing Eddie’s hair out of his face and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, “It’s not as important as you.” 

 Eddie looks like he’s going to protest, but his eyes glaze over. His gaze looks distant, and his breath hitches. He sniffles a few times and pulls back from her. 

 “hh-Scuhhse me,” he manages as he turns away and brings a fistful of the blankets to his nose, “Hihh-hh.. HIHnNGXttshhieww TsshhChiieww!! ehh-hihh… ehHGXTsshheww- HiHTScchhhew… sndff snffff…” 

 He groans as the fit trails off, lowering the blankets and shooting her a watery apologetic glance. Chrissy cuts in before he can start apologizing. 

 “Bless you, that’s some cold you managed to get huh?” 

 He shrugs, and then gives an embarrassed nod, “I’m pretty sure snnnrffSnfff I can blame Henderson for this one,” he says as he shifts, going to sit up more on the couch. 

 As he moves, the blankets he was wrapped in fall to his lap, revealing that he’s wearing one of Chrissy’s old cheer jackets from high school. 

 Chrissy isn’t expecting the way her heart leaps at the sight, but it does. She’s worn Eddie’s jackets plenty of times, and she enjoys that, but she loves seeing him in hers as well. 

 He seems to notice her staring, and looks down at the jacket. 

 His eyes widen, and while his cheeks were already red from the fever, they somehow get even redder.

 “Sorry, I probably got germs on your snndff jacket,” he admits, looking down at his lap, “I just snff … missed you,” he admits. 

She sits with him, wrapping him in her arms, “Don’t apologize, it’s cute. Besides, I think it looks better on you,” she teases lightly, kissing Eddie on the cheek. 

 He pulls away as much as he can, “Chrissy, I snrrfff don’t wanna get you sihhck..hh ssnff” 

 She rolls her eyes at him fondly, “Well I missed you too, so I think I’ll risk getting a cold to spend time with you.” 

 Eddie opens his mouth to argue, but she gives him a determined look and he just sighs, accepting defeat. He knows how stubborn she can be when she’s really got her mind set on something, so he lets Chrissy pull him closer. She combs her hands over his hair softly as they settle into the couch. 

 “Sorry I wasn’t hh.. awake to snff.. greet you when you got home snnNdffsnff.” He says after a moment, guilt clear in his voice. 

 Chrissy lets her head rest on his shoulder, “Eddie, I don’t expect you to greet me when I get home, especially when you’re feeling bad.” 

 He shakes his head a little, “I know, but I-hh.. I want you to snff-hh.. to feel special. You deserve ihhht.” 

 Chrissy tsks at him, “And you deserve to rest when you’re feeling bad Eddie, now stop apologizing over nothing,” she kisses him on the side of his face, “Besides, I feel special just being here with you. I just wish you weren’t feeling so bad.”

Eddie stubbornly shakes his head, and looks off to the side, “I feel fine, just a little under the weather.”

 She just gives him a look at that, “Your fever says otherwise Eds.” 

 He purses his lips, “It’s not thahh.. that bad… hhsnnff.” 

 “If you say so,” she hums, her voice clearly unconvinced, “but I want to take care of you either way.”

 She continues combing her hands over the top of his hair for a few moments, before asking, “Now tell me, have you eaten at all today?” 

 Eddie gives her a guilty look that tells her all she needs to know, “...I had some…hh… some…” he trails off. His nose wrinkles and he gives it a small rub that clearly brings him no relief before he brings his hands up to his face again. 

 “Ughh.. Sorry Chris, ‘m gonna snee…sneeze agaihhn- hh,” his eyes flutter shut and he inhales sharply before shuddering into another small fit of sneezes, “HiHHtSChhiew- HiHhGTSchhIEww… HehSchhieww… hhsnfff… snff.. Hhh.. hh’IHHshhh!!”

 He rubs desperately at his nose, sniffling thickly. Chrissy reaches for a box of tissues Eddie had sitting on the end table and plucks a few from the box, passing them to her boyfriend. 

 He takes them with a grateful look and wipes at his nose. 

 “Thadgks Chris,” he says through thick congestion before turning to blow his nose a few times. He grimaces, adding them to the pile of used tissues that’s accumulated around him. 

 She gives him a soft smile and waits a long moment to see if he’ll resume answering her question. He seems content to let it drop, but she’s less willing.

 “So I’ll take your silence to mean you haven’t eaten today.” 

 Eddie winces, “I had some coffee this morning.” 

 Chrissy wonders how this man can be so doting on her when she’s sick and then try to sustain himself on nothing but coffee and spite when he feels bad. 

 “Alright, I’m gonna skip the lecture for when you’re not too feverish to understand it, and go get you some soup and water okay. Have you taken any medicine yet?” 

 Eddie shrugs, “I had some snff Tylenol this morning, but sndffsnf it’s been a while.” 

 She nods, weirdly happy about his answer. Of course, she wants Eddie to get some medicine in his system, but if he had this kind of fever after taking something it would be concerning. 

 “I’ll get you some and bring it out to you okay, you just get some rest,” she presses a kiss to his forehead and stands. 

 Eddie shivers at the loss of her body heat and wraps himself in the blankets again. Chrissy wishes she could just stay at his side and hold him until he’s better, but he needs medicine, water, and food. 

 So she hurries to grab him some water and Tylenol, wanting to get his fever down as much as possible. 

 She’s only gone for a moment, but by the time she gets back to the couch, Eddie is half asleep again. 

 She carefully puts her hand on his shoulder and lightly shakes him awake, “Hey Eddie, can I have you take these for me?” she presses two Tylenol into his hand, and he blinks blearily up at her. 

 “Snff… huh?” 

 She runs a comforting hand over his shoulder and presses the water into his other hand, “Come on Eds, it’ll help you feel better. Can you take it for me?” 

 Eddie blinks at the medicine and then looks at her again, giving her a small nod and taking the medicine. He takes another sip of the water and then holds the glass awkwardly, clearly more than a little out of it. 

 Chrissy sees his expression start to grow distant and she hurriedly takes the glass, just in time for Eddie to hurriedly hold his hand up, “hh-ihHHShhH- hh’SsCHhhiew!”  

 He only halfway manages to catch the spray, but Chrissy just offers a quiet, “Bless you,” as she sets the water down on the end table with Eddie’s tissues. 

 “Sorry Chris,” he mumbles, and she shakes her head. 

 “Nothing to apologize for love,” she grabs a tissue from the box and leans in to wipe Eddie’s nose for him. 

 His face grows bright red, “I can do that, you don’t need to-” 

 She interrupts him, “I know that, but I want to.” 

 He can’t really argue with that, so he just lets her tend to his nose for a moment before she pulls away. “I’m gonna go make you some food now okay. You get some rest.” 

 Eddie nods with another small sniffle. 

 Before heading for the kitchen, she stops to turn Eddie’s music on again. While the heavy guitar and intense vocals would never help her rest, she knows it will be a comfort to Eddie, so she turns the volume low and lets Judas Priest play. 

 She hopes getting some actually nutritious food into his system will help his body fight the illness, so she goes to the kitchen to search for some canned chicken noodle soup. 

 She wishes she could make something fancier than just canned soup, but she’s not actually a great cook. Most are surprised to learn that Eddie actually does most of their cooking when they aren’t eating out. Her lack of skill in the kitchen was always something her mother chided her for when she was young, but Eddie is actually a decent cook, and she’s glad to let him most of the time. 

 She can still cook well enough to pull something together, but canned soup will have to do. 

 She pops her head into the other room to check on Eddie periodically as she prepares it. He falls in and out of sleep the entire time, his soft snores and sniffles echoing through their apartment. 

 When she finally brings the soup out to him, the Tylenol seems to have at least started to kick in, because he looks more aware of what’s going on. 

 “Thanks Chris,” he says as he takes the bowl, ���You didn’t have to make me dinner. I know you hate cooking.” 

 Chrissy helps him sit up all the way and gives him a small smile as she sits at his side, “I don’t really mind cooking, it’s everyone else who minds what I make,” she teases lightly, but when she notices his guilt expression she grows more serious, “But really, don’t be silly. I want to take care of you.” 

 He still looks conflicted, and Chrissy sighs, “Eddie, I want to take care of you. Now just relax, please,” she shoots him a pleading look that she knows always gets him. 

 He sighs, but does as he’s told, leaning into the couch and taking small sips of his soup. 

 “It’s, snrfff really good snffsnrff,” he says after a moment, and Chrissy grins at him. 

 “Now I know you’re just saying that. It’s just canned soup.” 

 He shrugs and insists “It’s snfff still good.”

 It’s clear that the food is helping to loosen up the congestion, and Eddie is sniffling every few moments before he’s done eating. 

 Chrissy passes him some tissues, which he takes eagerly. The Tylenol must be working because he looks aware enough to be embarrassed to blow his nose in front of her again. 

 She just gives him a reassuring smile and lets him return to eating. They fall into a comfortable silence that’s punctuated every so often by Eddie sniffling. 

 When he finishes eating, Chrissy takes the bowl back to the kitchen for him and then returns to the couch. 

 “Now don’t you feel better,” she pokes his shoulder a little, and Eddie rolls his eyes. He looks much more aware of his surroundings now that the medicine is kicking in, along with being hydrated and fed. 

 “Yeah, yeah, I should snff look after myself better. I know.” 

 Chrissy pulls him into her arms, “I’ll stop annoying you about it when you start actually doing it.” 

 Eddie rolls his eyes even harder, but she can tell from his small smile that he doesn’t mind the teasing, “Fair enough,” he concedes, leaning into her side. 

 “You tired enough to head to bed yet?” she asks quietly after a moment. 

 Eddie nods a little against her neck, and then seemingly without realizing rubs his nose against her as well. “Yeah… You don’t have to though. I know it’s early, and I’m sure you aren’t tired yet.” 

 She moves carefully so that she can face Eddie, and then presses their foreheads together. He frowns at their close proximity, but she doesn’t care. 

 She’s going to get sick, but she accepted that the moment she came in and saw Eddie looking so pathetic on their couch. 

 “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

 Eddie gives her a small smile and sniffles, “...I love you.” 

 Chrissy kisses him softly on the forehead, “Love you too,” she says softly before they both head off to sleep. 

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[write-on-world]

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[meluiloth]

Since the whole thing with NaNoWriMo has gone down, I've noticed that one of their former sponsors, Ellipsus, has cut contact with NaNoWriMo because they do not support their stance on AI; I didn't know what Ellipsus was, but upon further research I've found that they are a writing platform that works a lot like Google Docs and Microsoft Word, only with a heavier leaning on the story-writing aspect and connecting with other writers - and they also completely denounce any use of AI, both in the writing process itself and in the use of their platform. I really appreciate that.

Since this is the case (and since I've noticed Google has begun implementing more AI into their software), I've decided to give Ellipsus a try to see if it's a good alternative to Google Docs (my main writing platform). It's completely free and so far, I've found it simple to use (although it is pretty minimal in its features), and I really like the look of it.

I figured I'd spread the word about this platform in case any of you writers would want to give it a try, and if you do, let me know how you like it!

[arson-jellyfish69]

AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok

[samyy009922]

Hmm, wonder what happens if I do this?

In which you dye your hair.

Underfell, totally not requested by a friend.

(also I haven't proofread this, sue me)

“HUMAN, WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?” Edge looked at you with a sort of endearing annoyance. You did stupid shit all the time, what did he expect?

“Ok sweetheart, normally i’m on yer side… but what the actual hell is happening in here?” Red also looks confused. You may or may not be dying your hair red and you also may or may not be failing miserably. There’s red dye all over your sink, thank god you owned the place. “I’m dying my hair dipshits, what does it look like?” You looked at them incredulously.

“WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? IT LOOKS LIKE YOU KILLED A PERSON.” Poor Edge was exacerbated, you had told them about the plan a day or so back but they seemed to not have believed you. You wanted to gauge their responses, considering you were dying your hair the same exact color as their magic… you hoped they noticed.

They probably didn’t, but oh well, too late now.

 “Do i need to help you hide a body?” Red snickers “No need to keep any skeletons in your closet.” Instead of hearing a chuckle, a bone hitting bone sound strikes your ears, rip Red. You laughed then went back to messing with your fried hair.

Y’all got into a groove of talking every so often while you screwed with your messed up hair, although both of them had a faint red dusted on their cheek bones… something had clearly been bothering both of them. You felt honored that they both felt safe enough to show ANY sort of emotion around you. 

As time went on, their blush died down and it came to you having to wash out the dye. You left the room yall had been taking in to go to the bathroom. 

Warn water washed over you, like a comforting blanket. You wished they knew, you hoped they noticed. You had been crushing on the boyos for a while, but had a strange feeling that they don't necessarily like you back. They came from a dangerous society, feelings weren't a good thing for them so you fully understand them not wanting to have romantic feelings for anyone, if that was the case.

Hair washed, you stood in front of the mirror, faint talking in the background (well as faint as it could be given how loud Edge was). Was this a bad idea? Eh well it looked good, pretty/handsome. The bright red color really went well with your skin tone and complemented your eye color splendidly. So even if the skeletons didn't care, at least it looked cool. 

“Ya think we should say som’thin? Cause you gotta admit they look hot.” That sentence caught your attention, who were they talking about? A slight tinge of jealousy pinched at your gut, but also a little bit of hope at the thought they really did notice the hair change. 

Now the other thing that caught you off guard was Edge, was he whispering? “You Really Think They Did It For Us? I, The Great And Powerful Edge, Obviously Get Special Treatment But This Is A Little Beyond What I Imagined.” He sounds… off. 

You pull out a hair dryer to make your hair look even better, definitely not to show off to them or anything…

After your hair is nice and dry, you walk out into the living room where the skeletons currently reside. 

Their eyelights shrunk.

Red pulled up his hood and sunk back into the couch, and Edge just stared, both with a little bit of faint red on their faces. 

Edge’s expression changed to one of general annoyance to one of adoration. What the hell was happening, did they notice?

“Whaaaaat? Does it look bad or something?” You did a little twirl and fluffed up your hair. Now normally you would actively tease them but now you were just super confused.

“Oh fuck you.” Red muttered, continting to pull down his hood over his face, his eyelights from what you can tell are also a weird shape. Hm, you wonder why. 

“DARLING-” WHAT? Since when did Edge call you darling????? Your heartbeat sped up significantly as he continued to speak. “-WHAT PROMPTED YOU TO DYE YOUR HAIR THIS COLOR?” He cocked a brow at you, and with a slight smile he crossed his arms. 

“Uh, it's a pretty color-” “yer lying.” Red cut you off. His soul shaped eyelights swelled up as he took off his hood and looked at you, he soon after stood and approached you.

“UH UH UH-” You panicked and looked around frantically. You did want them to notice the color change for sure, but you were expecting a small ‘ oh hey they look good’ not a ‘darling’ reaction. “Well I mean uh- I'm not lying about it being a pretty color?” You tried to curve his actuation by beating around the bush, but by this point your face was a brighter red than your hair.

“Sweetheart-” he practically purred as Edge also stood up and approached you, as Red got closer, you backed up until you were against a wall. The heat in your face was starting to get uncomfortable, but the hope and happiness you also felt was out-powering that. “-come’on, tell us ta truth. That hair looks very similar to our magic, we ain't stupid.” 

Whelp.

Now you're cornered by both the skeletones you had massive crushes on. “Stars, fine yeah maybe.” The stutter that left your mouth shocked even yourself, you almost never got shy over basic bullshit flirting like this, why is that changing now? It doesn't actually mean anything right?

“MAYBE WHAT, DARLING?” Edge had a hungry smile as he also purred out his words. “Fuck you, both of you. I hope both of you break your arms.” You said, attempting to redeem yourself. 

“HMMMM.” The taller brother hums, getting dangerously close to your face. Your lips part without you even meaning to. 

Edge, taking notice of this, gently grabs your face. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll actually kiss you.

“OH DARLING, YOU REALLY ARE BLIND.” he smiles, then pulls away. Red also backs up slightly, leaving you even more of a mess than you were before. They both look at eachother and nod, like they knew something you didn't.

 “BE READY AT 7 SHARP.” Edge smiles, and takes his leave, motioning for Red to follow. “Don't worry sweetheart, we’ll take good care of ya. You clearly don't know what you've done do you?” He smiles, flashing his golden tooth and follows Edge out of your house.

[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[balrogballs]

i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would rightfully put me into a blender and press the button if i go and out myself as "balrogballs") and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...

.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.

and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.

(yes they published the book)

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.