#not linearly anyway.

[half-a-life-left]

LOYALTY (PART 6/?)

[starlooove]

Racist white ppl who don’t realize they’re racist getting mad about gojo is so funny

[gothsuguru]

ok. will scrap whatever i’ve written for “premonition of love” and start anew 🙂‍↕️

[nebulouscoffee]

Me, attending the latest in a ridiculous number of funerals this year in the place of a childhood friend who couldn't be there, watching the lifeless body of an old lady who used to make me snacks in the kitchen when I was a kid be carted away forever while my friend's mother cries and tells me she's grateful I could be there because it felt like having the support of her own daughter, hugging her and talking reassuringly and not processing a single one of these emotions: ... I am going to write soooo much fanfiction about this

[izfaish]

tfw you're going thru it and your emotional support stray kaiju (pet dog) calms you down.

more kn8 oc sketchies with rory, lyra, and new oc millie (rory's little sister).

some extra lore under the cut (cw: pet loss)

a few months before rory met lyra, his family lost their home, business, and pet dog to a bushfire. implied that a kaiju was an indirect cause.

rory found lyra in the bush. he was about to call the threat in, but saw that she was injured. he decided to nurse her back to health.

eventually he kept bringing her food (chicken is her fav) and they bonded. esp. because rory lost their family dog, jack, quite recently. lyra reminded him of jack.

haboring kaiju is a crime. still, rory decided to raise her as a "dog" and argue if anyone said otherwise.

his sister, millie, tailed rory one day. that's how she found out he's been sneaking lyra food and toys for months.

the two take care of lyra in secret.

they are aware that lyra is a taz, albeit smaller and with less scales. (smth smth old legend of a runaway taz who lived in the bush, mating with wild dogs)

(taz being the lab-grown kaiju that assist akcu forces in combat)

spoiler for akcuverse story: lyra being taken into custody by akcu is the reason rory joins as an officer ;u;

[bellshazes]

I did figure out the necessary inevitable narrative tone of distant station's conclusion and I'm sad about it. not because it's a sad ending but because it's sort of just flatly true on a meta-level. see you in two years when I write it tho

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

i am once again debating changing estrel's name and title

[reneesbooks]

snippet saturday

still not a thing but this is my blog and i make the rules and i'm THINKING about birdie and fabin. i swear i'll get back to jack and arthur in a second just let me scream about birdie and fabin for a minute

Emilia tucks her wings against her back, settling in the grass next to Birdie. “When do you think we’ll have to return to Morbhard?”

Birdie stares out over the fields, her pulse quickening. Emilia senses that she’s asked a question that Birdie doesn’t want to answer. Birdie lets out a long breath. “I’m not sure.”

A lie, but Emilia doesn’t question it.

Birdie glances at the sky. “The sun will go down soon. I should make preparations. It’s the full silver moon tonight.”

Emilia shrinks into her human form and sets her hand on Birdie’s shoulder. “I can make the tea if you’d like.”

Birdie smiles. “Thank you. That would be nice.”

Emilia returns to the cottage and puts the kettle on the fire, digging her toe into the floor as she mixes the herbs. As much as she trusts them, as much as they’ve all grown closer over the weeks and months at the cottage, Birdie is still hiding things.

The kettle finally starts to whistle and Emilia pours a cup of tea. She heads back out to the garden. Birdie is standing next to Fabin, clearly just arrived from the forest, smiling up at him as he complains that the deer are getting better at hiding. Her laughter dies abruptly as the silver moon’s light hits her, her preparations forgotten in the grass a few steps away.

Fabin backs away as Birdie’s silver light explodes outward, a pulse of magic flattening the grass in a circle around her. Her tripled voice shrieks, her hair lifting off her shoulders. The entire whites of her eyes burn silver.

Blood starts to run from her nose. Fabin shrinks and tries to step closer, shouting her name. Emilia grabs a washcloth and grips it tightly behind her back, the fabric straining as she twists it nervously.

Birdie’s eyes begin to bleed as well, silver light pulsing from her. Fabin grits his teeth and takes three more shaking steps through the waves to reach Birdie. He grabs her shoulders and Emilia hears him shout her name.

Blood is streaming from her eyes and ears now, the third recitation barely begun. Fabin winces as silver magic lashes out at him, cuts opening on his cheeks. He keeps hold of Birdie, shaking her shoulders, trying to wake her up.

The silver light fades and Birdie’s eyes roll back. She collapses and Fabin catches her, lowering her slowly to the grass.

“Shit.” Jack and Arthur freeze in the doorway of the cottage. “Is she okay?”

“Does she fucking look okay?” Fabin growls, glaring at them. He snatches Birdie’s handkerchief from where she’d left it in the grass and starts to gently wipe the blood from her face. Emilia picks up the cup of tea again and moves cautiously. Birdie’s eyelids are fluttering, though she is limp in Fabin’s arms.

“The tea for her throat,” Emilia says quietly, when Fabin looks up at her with another growl. “I’ll look at those cuts.”

“I’m fine.” He holds the teacup to Birdie’s lips and Emilia flinches at the audibly painful gulps. “Birdie, can you hear me?”

Her silver eyes flick up to his face before fluttering closed again. She tucks her face into his chest.

Fabin leans down to murmur something to her that Emilia doesn’t hear. He presses his cheek to the side of Birdie’s head and Emilia stifles a gasp, averting her eyes.

Fabin stands with Birdie in his arms. “She needs to rest,” he says, not looking at any of them. He winces as he adjust his hold on her and Emilia wonders what other damage Birdie’s backlash did.

He says nothing else as he carries her into the house. Emilia bites her lip as Jack and Arthur turn to her with wide eyes. “I’ll make some more tea.”

[bisexuel]

i can't even come up with a cohesive list of what i liked about those episodes they were so perfect. and for a second i thought hm giving scanlan a fakeout death is going to make the raishan fight hit a little less hard. but now that i think about it him purposefully acting dead? for the punchline? and when they inevitably go to find him again and they go ohh scanlan you can stop playing around and he doesn't get up?

[alexanderpearce]

should i try and add in bug beetle vermin rot and fungus imagery into this fic on top of the latin stuff

[ohhgingersnaps]

Last line challenge!! Tagged by @mysticmikalla

“Yeah, it was just an issue with the cable jack again.” Maru sets the amp beside his guitar stand, and he leans down to inspect it. “I also switched out the electron tubes, which I think should solve the crackling problem, but let me know if it doesn’t.”

I know I'm gonna miss some people here but: @floopthecooper @coolcoolglasses @iamthepulta @memento-mariii @bodhimcbodeface @jedi-valjean @kingedmundsroyalmurder @blackcoffeewrites63 (no pressure y'all)

And you! Yes, you! If you see this and would like to join in the fun, consider yourself tagged :)

[sodrippy]

nothing makes me a Born In The Wrong Era bitch faster than hearing a club hit from 2002

[dallonwrites]

lover boy at 5k words oh that's sexy

[gothsuguru]

getting an iced pumpkin chai in the morning and then my personal goal is to spend the whole day writing and i hope i can come back to this post tomorrow and rb w how much progress i’ve made!!!

[therhythmafterthesummer]

i'm determined to finish this werewolf!chan piece today... i just need to work on the middle and that'll be it !!!

[hourcat]

guys fr i think this [SPOILER] fic is going to be so good.