#out of sight out of mind my friends

[tev-the-random]

Minecraft movie? What are you talking about? I'm pretty sure they've been talking about making a movie for years, it's all a myth at this point. Yeah no, it's never actually happening. Let's just chill and watch some Hermitcraft, alright?

[halorvic]

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Calvin Rose finds a catatonic teenager roaming the streets and… well, the poor kid looks dead on his feet, and it’s raining cats and dogs, he can’t just leave him there.

And, it’s fine. He’s just passing through (can’t risk more with the Court still at large) and will be back on the road come morning. And he’ll sleep easier knowing he kept the kid from certain death.

So, really, how the hell did he end up with the very same kid riding shotgun and nagging him to turn up the radio to Phoebe Bridgers?

[hana-bobo-finch]

Shoutout to this draft I made a couple hours ago when I suddenly had an epiphany for how I could fix a part of my story and I was so excited that the only way I could express it is to write whatever this is but I couldn’t post it because I didn’t have internet

also it got marked as mature for some reason

[ouroboroscully]

being autistic is only having the spoons to try to make friends mmmm once every 5 years or so and then rinsing and repeating until you die

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Some mild existential dread in the house today

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

no class today and the morning is young, so i'm watching some more married at first sight (s15) and the husbands and wives are doing separate activities for the honeymoon stuff and is2g the juxtaposition

the wives at brunch: so how are everyone else's journeys going?

the husbands at their tequila tasting: alright we've been here a little bit, we've been connecting with our wives - so let's find out who fucked their wife first

[lukas-wrld]

This week's Flash Fiction Friday prompt was so good, I had so many ideas and takes on it, and now I have a new story idea that I want to work on later! So many thanks to @flashfictionfridayofficial and @/aggressivenesswhilecrying for the interstellar prompt!

Burnt Out

The beginning was the hardest. The initial separation from my partner like an atom being separated for power; a strengthening method, so they said, but all that was felt was white hot pain and an atomic explosion of upsets and tears. Nothing strong about it, nothing powerful but the desire to remain inseparable, bound by the forces of the universe that had brought us together in the first place.

Ironically, nuclear fission is powerful, and after a while, calls and texts became commonplace, a daily occurrence and a nightly routine, like the certainty of the rise of the sun and the fall of the moon. And like the sun and moon we became, always chasing after the other in hopes of lighting one's day, but never meeting, never touching. Eclipsing one to shield the other from the miseries that are sure to plague them, hiding away in the darkness of an unexplored side to keep the light on display, never meeting, never touching. Always burning, always feigning light.

The end was abrupt. Like the sudden depletion of hydrogen to keep the star going or the silent demise of an interstellar cruise ship; inevitable, but abrupt. Abrupt, but not unforeseen. For the moon has always been cold, always been quiet, always been selfish, and the sun too bright, too hot, too giving of its energy and light; too overwhelming for the likes of me who revelled in the silence of solitude. Who hid their distaste of the sun's warmth with a crescent smile, who intermittently disappeared for respite only to come back out of habit, out of expectation. Out of obligation to serve the sun's excess light.

We were never meant to be, and the brief alignment of the stars had tricked us otherwise, had teased us into thinking we were but a deep conversation away, the depths of which had appeared to be within a quick embrace, but was in reality, a gaping chasm of untraversed space, dotted with holes of uncomfortable situations and dark insecurities refusing to be explored.

I hadn't wanted to travel that space, but in considering the beauties that could be discovered, I found myself galaxies away from safety on both sides, and I didn't know how to get to either destination.

[supermarine-silvally]

💜 Yara

Thank you very much for the prompt, dear Anon!! <3 I hope you enjoy it!

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

This fucking Marine would not leave her alone. 

“And so there I was, surrounded by forty of the nastiest, ugliest pirates in all of the South Blue! They were pointing their weapons at me, creeping closer and yelling curses far too crude to repeat in front of a lady. Bunch of disgusting savages.” The man took a swig of alcohol, pounding his mug against the counter.

Yara’s teeth gritted, staring down at the bottom of her glass as if it had gold in it. If it wasn’t for this ridiculously overpriced beverage-- some kind of pomegranate-flavoured thing that didn’t taste half as good as it looked on the menu board-- she would’ve been out of this shithole bar ages ago. 

It was the first day that the Moby Dick had made shore in almost a month, and she had somehow managed to spend far too long of it stuck next to this loser who had just spent the last hour bragging about his impending promotion to Captain of the 453rd Branch or whatever. The shit-eating smirk on his face told her that women were usually fawning over him by this point, and the fact that she wasn’t apparently meant that she needed a little more persuading. 

The Marine leaned closer to her, his breath reeking of cheap liquor. “So you know what I did next?”

“I couldn’t care le--”

“I grabbed hold of the steering wheel and swung the ship around! The bastards were so surprised, they didn’t even have time to grab hold of anything, so they all ended up tumbling into the ocean!!” He roared with laughter. “Can you believe that? See, the thing about pirates is that they’re all so hopelessly stupid.”

“Are they now?” Yara said flatly. She was increasingly tempted to push the edge of her dress back, fully revealing the tattoo that adorned her left leg. The only reason why she hadn’t so far was because she was loath to make the man think she was trying to entice him. 

“You better believe it, sweetcheeks.” He winked. “And if you want my opinion, Gold Roger was the stupidest one of all. Some ‘King of the Pirates’ he was. I heard there wasn’t even much of a fight to bring the brute down.” Swallowing another gulp of his beverage, he turned to face her. “Now, enough about me. What’s a pretty little gal like you doing all alone in this part of town?”

“Who said she was alone?” a familiar voice spoke from behind them. 

Yara’s heart leapt, a small smile creeping onto her lips as she finally glanced up from her half-empty glass. 

Ace flashed the both of them one of his usual cocky grins before draping an arm over Yara’s shoulders. “There you are. I was looking everywhere for you.”

The Marine’s expression soured. He shuffled closer to Yara, his tone dropping. “What do you say we get out of here? A man of my rank can get a room at any hotel you fancy.”

Ace tsked. “Whispering isn’t polite, y’know. And there’s a big problem with your plan.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

A devilish grin spread across the young pirate’s face. He withdrew his arm and reached forwards, fingers brushing gently under Yara’s jaw as he tilted her chin up ever so slightly. “She’s mine.” 

Without a moment’s hesitation, he leaned in, his lips colliding with hers. Yara’s eyes widened, surprised by the sudden burst of affection, but they quickly fluttered shut. Ace’s hands had found her waist, pulling her in closer, the taste of pomegranate lingering between them as he deepened the kiss. Finally, he pulled away with a gentle nip to her bottom lip, leaving her breathless. Keeping one arm wrapped firmly around her midsection, he shot the Marine the most satisfied smirk Yara had ever seen.

The man’s lip curled as he slid off the bar stool and took a step towards Ace, trying to look menacing. “Oh, yeah? Who do you think you--” He stopped, his eyes landing on the ASCE tattoo on Ace’s arm. All the colour instantly drained from his face. “W-Wait a minute… I know you… You’re… You’re Fire Fist!!”

Ace tipped his hat at him. “That I am. Pleasure to meet ya.”

“But… that means…” His gaze slowly shifted over to Yara, finally noticing the tattoo poking out from under the hem of her dress. He gulped. “H-Hellcat Yara… It’s-- It’s the Whitebeard Pirates!!”

“And you say we’re the stupid ones,” Yara said disdainfully, watching as the man’s shaking hand reached for the sword strapped to his belt. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

His hand stilled for a second before grabbing the sword and whipping it out. “I’ll… I’ll capture you both! You have a combined bounty of almost one billion Berry, right?! I’ll be rich-- and a hero!!”

Ace and Yara looked at each other, then back at the quivering Marine. Yara let out a sigh, lifting up her glass.

Thunk!!

Before the man could move, she brought it down over his head. He slumped over, his sword clattering to the ground. The rest of the pomegranate-flavoured beverage splashed from the glass, dripping down his blank face.

“Wow.” Ace looked impressed. “That’s one way to solve it.”

Yara shrugged. “I’ve been wanting to do that for over an hour now. Besides, his flirting game sucked anyways.” She placed the glass down on the bar’s counter, sliding it over to the bartender who had apparently seen enough brawls to be completely unbothered by the situation. 

Side by side, the two young pirates left the bar, stepping out onto the sunny street. 

Ace’s stomach growled as they walked, making him chuckle. “All that excitement and I’m completely famished. Now whaddaya say I take you out for dinner? My treat.”

She laughed. “You say ‘treat’ as if you haven’t skipped the bill on every single date you’ve ever taken me on.” 

“That’s true,” he conceded, grinning sheepishly.

 Yara looped her arm around his, twining their fingers together. “I would love dinner. And to spend time with you as long as you’ll have me.”

Ace pretended to ponder it. “Well, if that’s the case, then… How about forever?”

Smiling, she leaned down and pressed a kiss against the crossed-out ‘S’ of his tattoo. “Forever sounds nice.”

tagging: @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene

[fraternum-momentum]

might i suggest u get into obey me? 🤭

I did try getting into obey me like,,, last year i think?? Unfortunately I didn't get very far into the story :[ idk why but with mobile games I often get into it for a few days at most and then never touch it again after (whb, nu:c, pgr though i still rlly like Lee and no i do not have a type please stop spreading misinformation, and dislyte are some games I can think of on the top of my head and what do you know, they're all gacha games LMADOADOAOD). Purely design wise I like Belphie a lot but i never met him in game lolol also he likes naps and I like naps too

the outline of the other eye being visible is kinda pissing me off tho why is it still there mf its covered why can we see it

[nandysparadox]

CHESS MY FRIEND CHESS THE MUTUAL EVER... HOW R U DOIN... 🍒🌸🧁

HII SASH DEAR MUTUAL SASH !!! im doing good ! :D

[wolfofwinchester]

Imagine: Claudia and one of her grandkids --

[declawedwildcat]

I've made jokes about having terrible object permanence and all, but it's genuinely fairly upsetting when nothing in my life ever feels real or connected

[ifyouseekay468]

When you feel like you need to start masking because you’re too weird even for neurodivergent people but you’ve had such a strong stubborn sense of identity your entire life that even considering acting different for the sake of social acceptance makes you actually sick

[valleynix]

who are some of your favorite people to interact with and why?

i actually don’t interact with a lot of other creators in this fandom :( i’m sure that sounds awful of me and i don’t intend for it to come off that way, but there are a few reasons why i don’t:

1. i am literally so anxious to talk to people and make friends. like, that’s always been really difficult for me. my “popularity” in the fandom (mostly from tiktok) doesn’t make me any more able to properly make friends, much as some people may think it does. i’m still just a person behind a screen

2. there are honestly a lot of weirdos in this fandom that are fine with, like. SA/incest and things like that, and i am not about that life. i’ve blocked i don’t know how many people for writing any version of it or for condoning it, and i just don’t want to take the chance anymore

3. i am really growing out of the RE8 fandom, sad as that is to say. or, rather, i like making content around it, but im finding it harder and harder to communicate with others in the fandom. the amount of rude editors on tiktok that don’t care about anything but views, the rude people on tumblr who belittle those that don’t share their exact same views… ick

now, all of that being said: i literally love interacting with y’all. it makes my entire day to see familiar names pop up in my notifications or to see asks pop up, or even to see [AO3] Comment on To Promise the Moon in my email. i get so nervous but so happy and my heart literally goes !!!!!!!

i think the only other creator i regularly interact with is Cas ( @uselessaussie and i love them dearly) as we ramble about ideas or headcanons, and while being able to interact with non-creators satisfies me enough, it would be nice to actually talk with other creators :(

i am simply a nervous and socially awkward hermit that craves validation and attention but never seeks it out </3

i hope none of that comes across as me being pretentious or a snob; my “popularity” in this fandom has nothing to do with my inability to make friends 😭 i’m usually the one that’s sought out and friendships bloom from there

[septembersghost]

fwiw I would read your essay on the Memphis album ☺

😭 thank you honey, it's worth a lot