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finally cracked open the backstory novellas with povs from pre-war lorien and holy shit we do not have time to unpack all that (i am going to unpack all that)
#lorien legacies#LL loric#lies on my back and stares at the ceiling#'what a series huh'#'moogle it's the third novella'#granted it's not the third novella i've /read/ and that's just last days of lorien#but jfc#also i loved lexa back in the day and i am crossing my fingers she does not turn out to be A Horrible Person and Not in the Fun Way#please writers i beg you give me this#LL tag#LL crit tag#the crit files#LL lexa
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I need the pokemas anniversary to come soon so we can hopefully see volo go batshit crazy again for the second time!!!
#please please please give us a volo and giratina alt I BEG YOUUUU @ pokemas writers and devs 😭😭😭😭😭#his expression range is INSANE like. how can he look so unhinged because he made a deal with the devil but look so HOT while he's at it!!!#particularly the last screenshot... those wide crazed eyes... oooooh game freak was cooking and the kitchen exploded in a fire i fear#a.k.a they cooked so hard that this whole sequence will Haunt me the rest of my life like cynthia's piano intro for sure#also have i mentioned that he's so hot. how the hell does he do that#it's 12 am and i just woke up from a super long nap and i just miss him so much... i need to see him in pokemas or the mainline game again#gawd yeah i'm still obsessed with the last screenshot. never in a million years would i expect to see someone who looks like cynthia use#an expression like that... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love pla so much you guyssss#volo#pokemon volo#pokemon wielder volo#pokemon legends arceus#pokemon#pla#pokemon: legends arceus#hisui
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"You're here eating SOUP?! I just fought my way through the stinkiest, dirtiest, coldest giants to find you, and you are here eating soup. Behen, I am going to scream."
Marvel Voices Infinity Comic #77
#he's so pathetic and sad looking#love that for him. he is official a wet beast#he can even be held in one hand!!! very tiny man material#his little squinty tired eyes..... they are everything to me........#(the diamond-shaped lenses tho..... you can't fool me)#sorry i am suffering from comic pavitr withdrawal for like the thirtieth time this week#you will see this loser. you must.#pavitr prabhakar#spider man india#marvel comics#spider man#“behen” translates to sister/sister in law ig but i don't speak hindi so i wouldn't know#i miss him already marvel give him another book or i will break in myself please. please i beg of you. give him More. eye need more#please why wont marvel hire the pavitr fanfic writers!!!!!!!!!!! we can do so so soooo much good for the world....... please...............#screaming forever. it's over. he won't come back i just know it#agnirambles
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BOOM! I’m in the process of coloring this as this is posting because this is a scheduled post- enjoy your delicious eye candy!
#ao3 writer#fnaf au#my art#rawr :3#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#fnaf fanfic#my writing#moon fnaf#fanfic#fnaf fanfic structure design#hope you like <3#took me hours just to redraw this from the original drawing! I just have to figure out exactly what to do with the colors#i might make a poll#just mess around with colors for awhile possibly#tumblr gods#GIVE ME A FANDOM#please please please#pretty please#i beg of u#fnaf fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf daycare au#fnaf fanart#fnaf moon#fnaf daycare fandom#fnaf superstar daycare#daycare attendant moon#daycare attendant#Somnolent AU
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not someone commenting on tams to tell me to update taob. what if you fucked off forever
#the actual nerve of some people like it's bad enough getting those kinds of comments ON taob#bc obviously any comment along the lines of 'im literally begging you to update' is gonna piss the fuck out of a writer#BUT TO DO IT ON A DIFFERENT FUCKING FIC????? HAVE A HORRIBLE DAY#and the fact these people not only dont think they're doing anything wrong but think they're COMPLIMENTING ME#'i love your writing so much please update taob' IS NOT A FUCKING COMPLIMENT. LET ALONE ON A FIC THAT HAS NO RELEVANCE TO TAOB#WITH NO MENTION OF TAMS IN THE COMMENT EITHER. NO 'I REALLY LIKE THIS FIC. UPDATE TAOB' not that that would make it okay#but the utter audacity of it all is jarring. how are you gonna clearly have read tams and felt the need to comment#just to have NOTHING to say about it and tell me to update a different fic. actually fuck off#ending the comment with 'okay i love you' do you now. do you really. well it's unrequited babe. fuck off#you people make me mad sometimes istg#'hella why are you always so negative about taob's popularity' when i get something good out of it i'll let you know#edit: they left that comment on ch1 of tams which actually implies they didn't even read it which is somehow. worse#like they've clearly just clicked on it with no regard for the passion and effort i put into it seeing as it's a WHOLE SEPERATE FIC#and considered only that i might give the comment more attention if it was on tams not taob. what the actual fuck is the thought process#in what WORLD is someone taking that as a compliment. in what world am i gonna go 'omg writing it rn just for you bestie 🥺'#actually fuming about this idk why this one has got to me so much the utter CHEEK of it all has really knocked me sideways lmaooo
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favorite fics ??
Alright it took me more than a month to reply, but honestly this year has been shit for two months now so I kinda stepped back from reading fics because I couldn’t find much comfort in them. I’m not avoiding anymore. I will give you a few new titles of fics I enjoyed reading in this dark time though! You can find previous fic recs here, here, here, here aaaaand here <3 let’s go.
Latest fics I’ve read!
You can hear it in the silence by Imogenlee ( @imogenleefic ) 235K:
Probably the best fic I’ve read in a while. Harry is a post grad biochem student, Louis in his new housemate. This can be hashtagged as enemies to lovers and as #Harry Styles calls Louis pet names lol there’s med stuff, there’s psychological stuff, there’s sexual awakenings and hard coming outs discoveries, internalised homophobia, bad parenting AND Harry wears glasses pretty much all the time. 10/10 recommended (you’ll have a kiss if you get my only nerdy complain lol)
Everything to lose by stylinsoncity (46K).
New entry in my bookmarks. This author delivers ALWAYS. This is an ABO with unconventional dynamics, since Harry is an O who does really act like an O lol. Work comes in between them, there is resentment and jealousy. It feels real and makes you question if love is ever enough. Ex (married not really divorced) to lovers.
Turn the world to gold by frenchkiss (143K):
The Helen of Troy AU that comes when the greatest battles of all the time comes from the greatest love story of all the time. This was such a good story! Louis is a demigod, zeus’ son and married to Harry, general of Sparta’s army. There’s a second Ziam story line (not much side, it’s pretty huge in the story).
Turning page by purpledaisy (68K):
New addition to my bookmarks from one of my favourite authors. Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been. Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other. Obviously an enemies to lovers. Obviously features football player Louis.
#fic rec#larry fic rec#angie reader’s corner#where are my fanfic writers at#please give me fics title of some fics i could enjoy#im begging at this point#ex to lovers#enemies to lovers#with angst (NO DRAMA) pure angst#you know the drill by now thank you#larry fanfiction#larry fanfic rec#my ao3 bookmarks
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guys let me talk about my ocs please i am so normal plea
#chase speaks#writers of tumblr#writerscommunity#wip stuff#writers on tumblr#creative writing#writeblr#i need to write#female writers#writerscorner#writer things#aspiring writer#writerslife#adding all tags that include the word writer sorry mb#writers and poets#give me motivation#please i beg of you
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Am I staring aggressively at this Infinite Crisis Part 3 movie because two characters from one of my childhood OTP are both revealed to be in it? Yes. Am I aggressively manifesting that they finally get to reunite after their OG show got canned because fuck CN? Yes. Am I secretly worried I will get absolutely 0 crumbs and be left mad that I got my hopes up? Very much yes. Please for all that is good in the world just let Razer and Aya reunite or I will cry.
#listen none of this will ever truly make up for gltas being canned#one day I hope the gltas team can show us the true story they had in store for razer and aya and everyone#don't get me wrong i love how they got the chance to show us blue lantern razer and what he ultimately would have become#i'm just sad we never got to see it in the OG series how the writers truly intended to get to that point#bless them and thank the heavens for them showing the fans “hey we would have given you this”#please just throw me full on fanservice and give us the reunion or hint at another show where they can be reunited I am fucking begging#not even gonna watch part 1 or 2 fuck it we ball hoping for literally crumbs of my childhood obsession#honestly if DC was smart they'd stop making shitty live action and go all in on cartoons#i always felt DC had the superior cartoons with the exception of idk maybe xmen from my childhood
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"(...) I love Maria. I love her determination, I love how proud she is of her roots, I love that she knows what she wants in life." - Isa in an interview with SciFi(x)
#outer range s1#outer range#maria olivares#isabel arraiza#to the 5 or 7 maria fans we get to see her soon-ish! ... like in a month#hopefully she sticks around till the end of the season?#give her more to do outer range writers i BEG#help a bi gorl out pls#i was just reminded about her and her beauty by that one post about isabel being gorgeous and now i can't stop wanting to LOOK at her#so now i'm making gifsets of her#what can i say? i support women's rights AND wrongs#if they end up breaking up next season just know she's run off to be with ME /lh#i didn't screencap the settings for all of the scenes so... that's my bad and sorry if things look a little off#no maria hate please! thank you!#please last longer than two seasons!#not her wiping her bottom lip almost foreshadowing her wiping rhett's bottom lip
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Family Traditions
1.5k words, very much a Halloween short story. Tw: suicide, blood, murder, death, loss/grief. Enjoy
“Crestfallen.” Eva supplied. She smiled widely, undoubtedly proud of the expansive vocabulary she’d picked up from countless hours left unsupervised in her parent’s library.
“Yes, my darling,” Her father replied, his eager gaze lingered on her a moment. “I would certainly say as much.” Their subject was a man, mid-forties with frightened blue eyes. He squirmed against Father’s muscled arms, not quite enough to be any real resistance. Eva could just about chalk it up to discomfort if she thought about it.
His lips moved around the makeshift gag in his mouth, a spare length of cloth. He was trying to speak to her, futilely by all means. Eva almost laughed at this attempt, afterall he was being honoured, no punishment to speak of. She offered him a grin in response and he, surprisingly, fought against Father’s hold with renewed vigour. The look of terror that flitted across his sharp features would haunt her for years upon years.
A shadowed figure danced at the edges of Eva’s vision before long.
“Arden,” She said sharply, “Stop lurking in my peripheral.”
Just like that her brother’s slim silhouette wordlessly slunk out of the shadows and to her side.
Eventually, Eva huffed, “Do get on with it, would you?” Her tone left no room for any assumption of it being a request. The man’s squirming abruptly ceased. The fire’s light offered a dim view, a single tear as it trailed its way down his cheek. The father brandished his body as if a shield, drawing a blade skilfully across the man’s throat.
Mother’s voice rang in her ears, a ghost of a memory.
Get back. The blood will spray and there will be more of it than you’ll expect.
Her voice was soft, sweet but jittery, stopping and starting erratically at random intervals. At this moment, she was tying an intricate pattern into Eva’s hair, finishing with a red ribbon, blood-red, rather ironically. Where our story begins, she had no longer any use for a ribbon in her hair, it was far too short, but the advice- Now that was useful.
This warning, apparently, hadn’t graced Arden’s ears, though Eva could entertain no reason in seven planes why not. While she turned and ran back, toward the ever-changed foliage that served at their scene on this night, Arden stood as though he’d suffered an unfortunate run-in with Medusa,
As the limp body fell lifelessly to the grass, Eva’s father charged for his son, thankfully leaving the silver blade at his back.
He fell to his knees before Arden, taking him by the shoulders and jostling the boy. There wasn’t a hit of reaction from Arden, only silence. A boy devoid of emotion.
Eva’s mind could only find this peculiar- once she’d first seen the event even a conscious mind and moral principles couldn’t halt the smile creeping onto her face- even if she was missing one of her front teeth at the time.
Arden opened his mouth, then closed it again. His face and clothes had taken on a new polka-dot pattern which no stain remover could possibly redeem. Still, he didn’t look horrified, or joyous as Eva had expected, just impassive.
Their father exhaled a heavy breath, then let his son go.
“Evaline.” He called on her, “Take your brother back to the house. Tell your mother what happened.”
Eva understood the potential severity of this incident then. Father only used her full name when things were dire, when she needed to obey him. So, she did what she was told, ruining a perfectly good pair of white boots in the process. On the walk, short as it was, she took it upon herself to berate Arden:
“Do you have any idea what Mother will do when she sees how you’ve ruined that shirt? She’ll have a fit! It was one of your proper ones!”
“Why didn’t you back away? Frankly, you don’t need a warning. It’s sense.”
“Arden! Are you even listening to me? You better not need therapy… actually, no, try and explain this to a therapist. Just make sure it’s recorded for me to watch at my leisure.”
Once more, her brother was expressionless. Eva doubted he was even hearing her. On a grander scale, he’d been lucky, no blood in his eyes or mouth. He would have been luckier if he had stepped back with her, of course, but there was no use on dwelling on that. What’s past is past.
The siblings made haste for home, where upon arrival, Mother carried Arden off to the sitting room with the concerned look only even sported by mothers, leaving Eva behind in the foyer. She whispered as many comments as her underdeveloped mind could muster before sauntering off to her bedroom.
The girl bided her time, listening. She heard her father come home, heavy footsteps muffled by the thick carpet, and her mother go to bed, the ruffle of satin sheets, and her father follow suit, the crackle of static from an old TV. There wasn’t a stir from Arden’s room, it remained silent and unlit. Finally, hall light clicked itself off and everything was plunged into the merciless dark. Eva’s favourite place.
Eva, being of a certain resourcefulness you don’t often see in children of her age, clambered out of bed, torch in hand, and wandered toward the kitchen.
Out of nothing more than habit, she stopped to check the cat, a tabby she swore was older than her mother, leisurely lying by the heater. She checked his pulse first, as he had always lain awfully still. Then the memory hit her. Their cat died seven months ago.
Taxidermy really can do wonderful things, provided it’s given a chance.
Her own stupidity struck her. Even her sorry excuse for a brother had ceased making that mistake. Perhaps it was this day, the shock and the embarrassment finally getting to her.
As she passed, Eva noticed a number of syringes sat on the kitchen island. She swiped her arm across the mass, knocking the objects harmlessly into the bin. Her mother needn't have waited till they were gone, her husband did the same thing in his ‘workspace’ - also known as the garage - every other night. Not that Eva was trying to stop it, not at all. The syringes were already empty, and her mother already had that pleasant look on her face, like she’d been in a world of her own for many hours and just made it back in time for tea.
She took for herself a carton of strawberries, as well as a large glass of milk from the refrigerator.
The floorboards creaked beneath her weight as she ventured back to the sanctuary of her bedroom. Once at the landing between her and Arden’s rooms, Eva took notice of a thin slit under her brother’s door. Evidenced only be the manner by which light poured from it onto the darkened space.
Eva sighed, taking on the responsible role she often played, she placed the strawberries and milk on the floor, moving cautiously as she opened the door to Arden’s bedroom and slipped in through the gap.
Eva cursed, taking on the responsible role she often played. She slipped the strawberries and milk into her own darkened room before, moving cautiously, taking it upon herself to put Arden to bed.
She opened his door a crack, so the pouring light couldn’t alert any adults by spilling out past her, and slipped in.
Sure enough, every light was on- the desk lamp, ceiling light, bedside lamp and even an LED display he’d gotten for his last birthday. It glowed acid green with the words And Remember: Watch Your Mirror. She never understood the reference, but Arden was ecstatic, tackling their mother and hugging her fiercely.
On the far wall, Eva noticed, something blocked the light- a figure’s shadow. She almost laughed at first, pondering the ludicrous reasoning Arden would give to why he was standing stalk-still and ominous in the middle of his room. Then she noticed the angle of which he stood. His shadow was simply too long… to tall. Arden was smaller than her standing, he always had been unless-
Arden wasn’t standing at all.
Eva spun around before she could really consider the choice. She stumbled back against the wall, the little food in her stomach threatening to make a reappearance. The sight before her- Arden, her brother, six inches off the ground, held stuff by a thick rope coiled around his neck like a snake.
She screamed, the hopeless wail of someone who had learned just how unfair the world could be.
Eva screamed until her mother’s shape had embraced her and her father’s shadow was cast over them both, his muscled body blocking the horrific scene.
And she screamed some more.
Until her throat was raw and her lips were chapped. Her eyes were dry, no tears left when finally, finally her vocal cords gave out.
Death had always followed her. Eva would even say she had grown accustomed to its presence, like a comforting pet. But this was a different kind of loss. This was someone who counted on her. Someone she failed.
#writblr#writing#writer#author#halloween#happy Halloween#short story#story#writers on Tumblr#authors on tumblr#read my writing#please#its all I ask#give me a chance#?#i beg you#trick or treat
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#people will cheer about how others should set boundaries and uphold them for their own well-being#until those boundaries prevent them from getting what they want from you#I have to constantly beg people not to use this OC blog as an aesthetic resource blog for their own OC blogs#It's a roleplay blog - which means it is effectively a scrapbook for *my* OC - and a place for people who want to interact with me/my OC#it is NOT a place for complete strangers who have no interest in the OC to come and shop for their OC's aesthetic#but people get SO MAD when you tell them you have this one and only boundary that is 'please don't use me like an object'#is it so much to ask that people who follow an RP blog actually interact with that OC?#why else would you follow an OC's blog if you aren't interested in interacting with them as a character?#anyways it's always a bummer to come across an OC blog I like that has blocked me because I insisted they not use my blog as a resource#just go follow the same resource blogs your favs do if you really don't want to interact with their OC - but you really like their aestheti#if you want to share aes. posts from someone...maybe try sharing their original creations as well so it doesn't feel like you're using them#and it feels like you're actually supporting them AND you like their aesthetic - that's all I've ever asked of people and they get SO mad#when asked to consider that there is a human being behind the screen who doesn't want to be treated like a resource...#- but as a creative/writer who is seeking contacts to do improvisational creative writing with others#the amount of strangers coming to my blog lately not to interact or share my work - but just take the 1-2 aesthetic posts I share is vexing#to all who do share: I love you and I see you and I appreciate you#and I've seriously considered just doing a random gift/giveaway from a pool of people that only consists of you guys#just to give back to the maybe 5 ppl who actually interact with me & others and support them by sharing their original work
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#im bout to be whiny before getting nauseated at being kimda vulnerable and end up deleting this but just#shoutout to my friend (who was the only person i ever shared my writing with for over a year)#just telling me they've always just skimmed my fics AND infodumps because they dont care. like has read at most a handful of me talking &#usually skips any rare audio message that i sent when SUPER excited and made up drama to have an excuse to change topics#again. for over a year.#then getting guilt trippy when i was hurt by it until i apologize instead which !! lmao fuck ok !#its just... very hmpth :/ bc it eas already a shitty night and week of nonstop migraine. and then this#and taking into account im someone who NEVER blocks any of my friends tags or doesnt read and invest myself in their interests#even if i dont like it; i love seeing people (even strangers) excited and talking about what they like so of course im going to#at least watch them talk on it and/or actually research into it because i want to be able to understand their happiness!#and because its whats important to them !! i dont expect the same and im not shaming anyone for not doing the same its fine I guess#but to tell me? and to say they dont read my writing or give a single shit about me talking about something#when i always put 100% into their interests? am i that shitty of a writer and that obnoxious to listen to lmao#like i feel shitty for even being hurt over it and even venting because you guys arent here for that and its mean to force it on ur dash#and i dont want to be too whiny but also. jfc man#ill stay silly starting tomorrow and post about batmans balls or whatever. sorry for the vent just. bleh.#that ‘december please bro please im begging just a break please man’ post but its me throughout this February too apparently
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me when people say nice things about my writing and are like “patiently awaiting the next part! <3”
me when i get nagged about when the next update will be or someone comments smth like “THIS IS ALL WE GET??” or immediately asks for the next part when i do update:
#it’s giving me flashbacks to the one smau i did a couple years ago#where i updated LITERALLY EVERYDAY and still got nagged for updates#please i love comments and thoughts but i’m begging y’all to be patient with writers#think about what you’re saying before you post bc it might come off as really rude or like you’re rushing them#be ✨NICE✨ and 🤩RESPECTFUL🤩#idk why i’m suddenly getting a lot of impatient people but no offense i hate it <3#love that you love my work but let me breathe please
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This is a crab.
More specifically, it’s a red devil vampire crab.
Even more specifically, it’s a crab that I believe represents Crowley almost to a T.
It’s red… and so is Crowley.
It has yellow eyes… and so it is Crowley
It exists in London. Well at least one does - in London Zoo
They are smol beans. No explanation needed
They are unharmful to almost an ineffable level(And we all know the Job.
They are more social than a lot of crabs, like how Crowley socialises more than the average demon
I’ve run out, they have a very small Wikipedia page.
They’re both cool
And this concludes one’s essay upon why Crowley=a crab.
#good omens#anthony j crowley#crowley#good omens s2#good omens 2#GIVE ME GOOD OMENS 3 PLEASE I BEG YOU#But I can wait until the writer’s strikes stop#Actually no#Stop the writers strike and pay them as they should be payed#It shouldn’t be a waiting game for equal pay#animals
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The same with fanfics. EXACTLLY.
#how hard is the life of a fanfic reader#die a little bit#every time#give me the same#but different#fanfic writers#writers#please#i beg you
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I hate it when I want to try something new on an account thats been exclusively one thing because ik none of my followers care about this new thing :(
Anyways, I’m writing a collection of vampire stories called the v/h records!(v/h stands for vampire and human but can also mean something much less basic like ‘the vague hostile records’ or ‘the vile house records’) 😁
#whump writing#creative writing#vampires#colette evelyn#colette oc#a series of stories!#PLEASE I WANT TO BE A TUMBLR WRITER#MY BROTHER KEEPS GIVING ME SHIT ABOUT AO3 AGGHHHHHHH#i beg of you
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