#pre tid

[caterpillarinacave]

can we have another sentence from the 'handled like a clock' WIP?

send me a word & i’ll post a sentence from my WIP that contains that word

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Moping was, in and of itself, a non-presentable activity, and Charlotte, talented as she may be, found it hard to slink away whilst still maintaining an air of confidence and strength. 

In an attempt to cut the amount of time she could be seen making her escape, she found herself making a mad dash for the balcony door; ducking in and out of the shadows and hoping no one would have the presence of mind to wonder why the daughter of the head of the London Institute was hiding behind the curtains at her family's Christmas party. 

[livia-dovehallow]

hiii so for the fic thingy can you maybe something pre tid about gabriel? :)

this took some thinking but i've always wanted to explore the relationship gabriel had with his mom before she passed so this is going to be VERY pre-tid lol

"Gabriel, stop messing with your brother's things!"

Barbara Lightwood crossed her arms. Both her boys turned and stared up at her. Gideon looked particularly pleased. Gabriel, on the other hand, scowled. "Gideon did it!" Gabriel shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at his elder brother.

"I did not!"

"Gideon, go up to your room so I can speak with your brother."

Gabriel turned a wild look at her. "What!"

Barbara turned an raised eyebrow in return. She said nothing until Gideon had dragged himself out of the room. It was almost impossible to see her son beyond her large belly, but when she took a step back to look down, Gabriel was where he had been standing, arms crossed and lips pouting.

Her heart squeezed. Gabriel, her little boy with nearly every feature of hers staring back at her. "What's the matter, Gabriel?"

His little scowl deepened. "Gideon gets everyting."

"Why do you think Gideon gets everything?" Barbara kneeled down as best she could and took his small face in her hands. She took it a victory that he didn't immediately shake her off. She waited for him to answer, but to her dismay, she could predict the answer.

Gideon was the eldest. Benedict was already training him to take over everything and her sweet Gabriel would be left as the spare. He was only three years old. Much too young to already feel the effects of his father's favoritism.

She cursed Benedict. They were children. Small children. Brothers, not competitors. Gideon cared about Gabriel. Gabriel looked up to Gideon. Oh, how she wanted it to stay that way.

Gabriel dropped his hands. "He's bigger."

She took his little hands in hers and squeezed. "He might be bigger, but you're both my little boys. Don't be mad at Gideon."

"I'm mad."

"Come here, my love," Barbara cooed and pulled Gabriel in. He stood against her belly and gave it a curious look. "You know who is in here, right?"

Gabriel nodded hesitantly and met her eyes once more with a look of wariness. "Baby," he said plainly.

"You were a baby once," she explained, putting his palms over where his brother or sister had been kicking earlier that day. Gabriel's face twisted. "And when you were in here, Gideon stood just like you here and felt you kicking."

Gabriel said nothing, but his eyes widened. Barbara only smiled. There was something pure and sweet about watching children learn and growing in the world around them. "If you wait long enough," she continued, "you'll feel your little brother or sister kick. That's how they say hello."

As if on cue, flutters began and bumped against Gabriel's small palm. His green eyes widened further and he looked up at Barbara with a bright smile. "Baby says hello! Mum!"

"They know you're their big brother," she smiled. He placed his other hand beside the one laid already and leaned his ear in. "I know you'll do a wonderful job, my love. And Gideon will help you, because he's your big brother. Okay?"

Her own green eyes in a small face peered up at her through dark lashes. "Okay," he grumbled.

There was something about her little Gabriel. He certainly had his father's temperament, but behind those green eyes was a loving boy. "I love you very much, Gabriel. Mummy loves you."

[moodyseal]

*wakes up in a cold sweat* what if the Arrow of Dodona was just an hallucination and Apollo has been basically talking to his subconscious for the whole duration of TOA

[tid-liddell]

DTIYS for @tfp-miko-zine aka @kajira-kreations

I can't even describe how much I LOVE this project and i wanna see more in future!💞

[kaitcreates]

Different reactions to hearing a Herondale doing something stupid:

The Parabatai: *repeated head slamming on the table*

The significant other: *exasperated sigh*

The sister figure: Oh! I can’t believe they didn’t invite me! Tell me all about it.

The sister figure’s s/o: I- jus- HOW!?

[elkenbulwark]

@illithidtouched cont

elkenbulwark said: ❛Ask me how I am and I’ll scream.❜

"Believe me. I want to know how you are about as much as I want to be at this inane dinner."

She doesn't care much for Birvor, or the majority of the Cragdews for that matter. But their families are close, and that means that Veraia is expected to attend these events. It isn't all bad - since her social debut, she has found a friend in Ehrendil, whom she has rescued from many a suitor and vice versa. But where there is Ehrendil, Birvor is just around the corner.

"I take it you know where he is. You always do, for some reason. Or are you actually loosening the reigns for once?"

It was not his prerogative to entertain the nobles that traipsed through the home like cattle grazing on all manner of gossip more than they indulged in hors o d'oeuvres. No, his only concern for such affairs was following the very simple instructions stamped across his brow- delicate as they were haughty strokes of elvish glyphs that would glow if activated by the right set of lips. Simple instructions: keep an eye on his brother, though Birvor knew from experience that hands were also expected when corralling said brother away from perceived threats were concerned, followed by fists that might need applying to said threat. As his gaze found the fire harpy's across the way, hazel eyes narrowed at her approach. She was no doubt looking for Ren... though the half-orc knew her as not so much a threat as much as a pest, as she'd proven to be a thorn in his side on many prior visits. And he wasn't about to drop his guard around her again lest he end up magically locked in another gods damned closet-

"I'd be more... inclined at believin' what you're on 'bout, yet here you are. Badgerin' me of all people?" Not that he could give a god's crooked toe what she thought of him- a half-orc hastily dressed in formal attire both black and gold to suite the colors of the family's crest: House Cragdew - the snake that bound to a dagger, wrapped round to become a part of its hilt.

When the roots of why she'd wandered over came to light via her own admission, he gave her a dismissive snort. "Oh yeah- some reason. Some odd bloody reason, that- knowin' what he's up to and all. 'Ev think it's 'cause it's MY JOB TO-??" Fingers drummed impatiently along his arms where he'd crossed them. "And I can't bloody letcha take credit for my work, can I? Bugger off and go find'im yourself, wouldja-"

Just then a loud bang on the door behind which Birvor was resting exploded behind him along with a muffled elvish curse that sounded suspiciously like Ren complaining about how he'd already changed fifteen minutes ago followed by a furious doorknob wriggle.

Birvor's eyes briefly flicked to hers, assessing her reaction before he leaned back a bit more heavily against the door to casually block it from opening. "...he'll be ready inna minute."

[s0akie]

I won't ever forgive Johnny Sims for the decisions that he made for episodes 161 and 162. It was genius and absolutely gut wrenching.

Back in the first few seasons, when we first started listening to the podcast, we were not that invested in the characters yet- Tim, Sasha and Martin only started appearing on tape midway through season one. They all had little tid bits here and there, and both Martin and Sasha had what- A single episode or two dedicated to them?

So, losing Sasha back then was not as devastating as it could have been. We did not know her as a person. We did not get the time to be attached to the characters yet. Her death's purpose, for us, was to cement the actual horror of the podcast, the fact that a person believed to be part of the main cast had simply died, in a situation she could not have prevented- Her death set the stakes, as well as introduced the Not!Them properly to us.

By the time we lost Tim, we only remembered him as a bitter and angry man. We had spent the majority of the show with a Tim that had fallen into a deep, deep depression, and that version of Tim is the version we knew. Once again, his cheery attitude was only there during season 1 and the few times we'd hear him in season 2, and even then the bitterness had started to settle.

Now, as we listened to the first two episodes of season 5, bracing for the worst, bracing for the apocalypse and the screams of terror and yells and arguments, we instead get hit with Jon's Birthday tape from before the show even started. We listen as we get to hear Sasha and Tim again at the same time Jon does, we then get insights on how they were as people, how happy they used to be, their goals, their ambitions, their relationship and friendship and how it could have grown, and we mourn them.

Now that we are fully invested into the show, we are forced to go through the grief we had managed to avoid the first time around. We are forced to mourn Sasha, to wish she had stuck around, to wish we had more time to simply know her.

We are forced to mourn Tim, his pre-depression self, we wish it could have gone differently, that he had appeared on tape just a little more.

It's just that, a gut-punch, a "Hah, you thought you were safe four seasons ago? Back when you first lost Sasha? Well fuck you, cry now. Realize. Bitch."

God I love this show

[itsyapeepkiri]

Hey @deerspherestudios!!! I finally finished the drawing!!!!! It only took 20 hours... but I hope you like it!!

This is based on Day 1, ending 1 of Mushroom Oasis, so spoilers if you don't know about it.

I'll add tags, but TW for death, bone, decomposition, decay (both human and animal), blood if you squint, body horror (???). Also, this will break your heart, so sorry, but the art gods demand tears today.

TWs UNDER CUT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Some tid bits about this project in no particularly order:

- I started this cause I thought about what it would look like if Mychael had found MC a little bit sooner (than the few weeks that it took for the body to decompose). Plus, I wanted to brush up on my anatomy skills.

- The trees were based on the image of in deerspherestudios's answer to an ask about Mychael's vision, specifically the 'bottom eyes closed' one.

- The cat is an orange tabby cause I thought it goes nice with canon green collar. The MC is based on deerspherestudios actual MC ref sheet. Mychael is deerspherestudios whole-heartedly, but I did use the outdoor outfit we see him in in the 2nd day.

- I would image that MC's and Mychael's bags are just off the page, but I just forgot to add them.

- The tree 2nd from the right was not supposed to be there. Or at least I don't think it was. I don't know how that tree got there, I swear. 😅

- My 1st hour, which ended up being a failed attempt, was based on my sleeping sibling. Then, when they woke up and took a look at my work, they mentioned that the hand was as big as the entire chest somehow. That's when I said screw it, tried to find some reference images, and ended up spending the next 1 and a half hours on a 3-D model website trying to force the pre-made models to bend to my will. After that, it went pretty smoothly. *cries in hating perspective*

- I used BiC Mark it permanent markers, an ultra fine point red Sharpie, a Sakura Pigma Micron 005 pen, some Prismacolor Premier colored pencils for details, and a random school issued yellow pencil and pink eraser to make this.

- You can't really see it, but the flowers that Mychael is holding are forget-me-nots, as a reference to the field he would have taken MC to on the 2nd day. They are also in the rough shape of a broken heart. 💔

- On that note, the mushrooms coming out of MC's eye are also shaped like a heart.

- And yes, our soft boi is crying... 😢

[quinnysnursery]

[👻] bad dog | colby brock one-shot

paring : little!colby brock x toxic/abusive!cg!oc (+ some cg!sam, if you squint)

summary : pure angst just pure pure angst honestly

warning/extra tid-bits : emotional and physical abuse, crying, injury, abandoning a little, swearing, all hurt NO comfort

word count : 892

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (x's on the bottom are by @saradika-graphics)

a/n : I BLAME @nicksbestie THEY CALLED ME THE ANGST QUEEN AND I COULDN'T DISSAPOINT /j /lh ALSO in no way am i trying to romantize or glorify these types of relationships, i'm simply writing angst. (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl!)

“I get mean when I’m nervous, like a bad dog”

Colby gasped as he pushed away his caregiver’s hand- if you could even call her that. Caregivers didn’t yell at their littles, caregivers didn’t throw things two inches from their littles heads…and caregivers definitely didn’t make their littles shake in fear.

“Don’t push me away, I’m helping you.” She spoke, her tone only making the fear worse. “Go ‘way!” Colby sobbed, scooting himself further into the corner. His caregiver scoffed, standing up. “Fine, deal with your tantrum yourself.”

“I get mean when I’m nervous, like a bad dog”

“No!” Colby screamed, pulling his wrist away from his “caregiver”. “Don’t you yell at me!” She yelled, grabbing a random object off the countertop and chucking it at the man in front of her. “Ungrateful piece of shit!” 

Maybe that was true. Colby did yell at her, which he knew wasn’t okay. It wasn’t respectful or kind…but he only yelled after she snatched his wrist so hard it brought immediate tears to his eyes. Colby looked down at his arm, now red and sore.

Why should he be grateful for that?

“I want to jump into blue water”

Colby sniffled as he wrung out the washcloth before bringing the damp cloth to his face. He looked down as the cold water trickled into the sink, he tapped his phone screen- frowning at the time.

1:30 am.

Sam would surely be asleep, he should be too. His mind was still clouded with a slight haze, leaving him halfway regressed. Jennifer had stormed out after throwing the glass cup at his face, threatening to never come back.

Was it wrong that Colby prayed it wasn’t an empty threat this time?

“And I miss riding horses,”

He missed filming videos with Sam- actually, he just missed Sam in general. Their channel was dependent on pre-shot videos…their friendship depending on iMessages and the occasional phone call.

Despite their phone calls only happening once a blue moon, Sam asked the same question every time. 

“You good? You sound tired, man.”

Colby promised him he was fine every time, not wanting to worry the blonde man. He’d done this to himself. He was the one who decided to follow Jennifier to Colorado, leaving his best friend behind.

 As Colby looked in the mirror at his injured cheek, he knew he wasn’t “fine”. 

“I miss running fast,”

Sometimes- just before Colby closed his eyes for the night- he’d think about his favorite memories with Sam. He knew it was wrong, he was the one who chose to move two states away. He’d chosen this life away from Sam. Colby knew if Jennifer ever found out, he’d be in for a whirl of hurt. 

Emotionally and physically. 

He always fell deeper into his regression before bed. If he had it his way, he’d be in his caregiver’s arms. It wasn’t always like this- Jennifer used to be nice. She used to hold Colby, reading him story after story until he fell asleep.

It was only after she got him far away from Sam that the throwing, yelling and periods of abandonment started. 

Colby sniffled, rubbing his baggy sleeve over his eyes to wipe away his tears. 

“Just think of Sammy, Sammy’ll make it better.” His brain told him.

He was right. He thought about running through the empty fields of Kansas with his best friend. When the two moved to LA together, they ran up and down their neighborhood street. Sam liked the exercise- Colby liked spending time with his best friend.

Sam had known about his coping mechanism, because of course he did. Sam wasn’t just his best friend, he was his business partner. Of course Sam knew about Colby’s regression.

Once he fell while running- which sent him straight into his headspace. Sam didn’t miss a beat in comforting the little, assuring him he was the “bravest boy in the word”. 

Laying in bed all on his own, tears streaming down his face, Colby didn’t feel like the bravest boy in the world. He just felt like an idiot.

“I pretended you were mine,”

“I’ve got you, it’s okay.” Sam’s voice told him, arms like pillows as he cradled Colby close. “Sammy?” The dark-haired man sniffled, looking up at his best friend. 

“It’s okay bud, Sammy’s got you.” The blonde promised him, holding Colby tightly. As if Colby would ever dream of leaving his best friend’s side again. “S-Sammy,” The little choked out, holding onto the blonde’s plush hoodie. 

Sam shushed him, fingers dancing in Colby’s hair. It was nice. It was soothing.

“I’ve got you bud, nobody’s gonna hurt you. Never again.” Sam promised, taking a deep set pressure off of Colby’s shoulders. 

 “It made me calm.”

Colby gasped, shooting up out of his sleep. “Sammy?” He called, looking around him and Jennifier’s room. 

Oh.

Him and Jennifer’s room.

Colby frowned, tears budding in the corner of his eyes as he attempted settling back into the empty bed. Sam wasn’t in Colorado, Sam wasn’t saving Colby from Jennifer.

Sam was nearly a thousand miles away, but tonight..tonight Colby would pretend he was right next to him, because it made the pain in his cheek- and wrist- and heart- hurt a little less.

Colby would pretend Sam was his caregiver tonight, because it made him calm.

taglist !! :

@beesonhoneytoast @mattssturnz @mattsturniologf444 @graceslittlecorner @zivall @hrtz4alex2211 @bimbob1tch @cherry-red-heart @https--roman @frlinbruh @jazminepetit-homme @raynaaxx

[entropicbias]

my blog post

friends, i have just now realized that tumblr is also a blogging website. so, despite the fact that i have a blogspot, i will share some fun little tid bits about my world.

ok, so first of all, the star trek fever is hitting me just as hard as my regular fevers are hitting me. i've been sick three times in the past three months. probably cause my sister keeps finding a way to get some new strain of virus from eating dirt or whatever the hell she does on a regular basis.

asides from that, i've moved and my room is starting to get some personality. this was the state of my desk pre- me deciding that i couldn't deal with my 8 year old shitty slow lenovo all in one from 2016/2017 and also removing that unstable cardboard shelf with all my games and movies.

on the bright side, i moved a lot of my stuff to a bookshelf.

doesn't exactly look how i want it to, but i guess it'll do for now. there are more shelves to it, i just think they're super ugly in comparison cause they are filled with notebooks and books i need for uni.

back to my star trek fever, it has very recently taken over a good portion of my head. which is great! less room for homestuck, right? WRONG! homestuck is still also up there, which blows. it's been a few years y'know? i thought this would send it to the grave. well, i'm glad it hasn't. don't let the spider-man stuff fool you, if i had to put my biggest fandom interests in order it'd be homestuck, star trek, and ghostbusters.

so, immediately without thought i got as much star trek merch as i could with 50 bucks. that shelf lacked a communicator replica and those novels i got are also new. i also have a TNG shirt from 2001 now, which is awesome. i have not seen star trek tng yet, but i've surmised that i'll probably most definitely like it. i cannot believe patrick stewart has been an old man for almost 40 years. i was like, but he looked exactly like that in x-men? geordi even has the cyclops visor it's incredible. data seems super funny from the clips i have seen, so i'm looking forward to it. i have started to also be particularly fond of writing. i'm usually not good at stepping out of my comfort zone when it comes to that, cause i regard myself as a super shitty writer but spock and kirk's beautiful relationship have inspired me to give it a try, and i kind of liked it a lot. so, maybe i will try and do it for john and dave as well? sometimes with art i just cannot be assed, so maybe in my quest of trying to show the world how GOATED their friendship is i can whip up some fanfiction. entropicbias flavored.

anyways, more art soon. i know i have a lot of asks and stuff. sorry, i will get to them when i can. i think i regard this site as a Q/A type deal where i just take requests but i've decided that's kind of what my strawpage is for? so, i'll start posting more art and less requests and messages from my inbox that don't particularly interest me.

entropicbias OUT!

[caterpillarinacave]

Henry: When I get murdered could you make sure I become an unsolved case? Charlotte: What?

Henry: I want to get a documentary.

Charlotte: Please go back to the part where you said "when I get murdered"

[margareturtle]

Ngl I really think TWP should’ve gone right after QOAAD and that TLH should’ve been the last series

Bc yeah we were waiting for TLH for a while but like we could’ve waited longer bc it’s not like TID left off on a cliffhanger and we only had a vague idea of who everyone was pre TLH

Like leaving QOAAD off on a cliffhanger where we’re already invested in the characters and plotlines???

Also if TWP had started in 2020 I would’ve been Dru’s age and I could’ve projected more 😔

(now reading twp I’m gonna be fully an adult 😭 and I’ll still prob love it but ya know it won’t be the same reading experience as when I was fully invested in the world and everything when I was a younger teen first reading them)

[tid-liddell]

Hey, @kajira-kreations, ummm, i like your @tfp-miko-zine project, it's very interesting and cute and i hope to see more of it in future! Btw here's a small fanart for u ^.^

Also i hope you don't mind if i post this piece at my Twitter and Instagram too😅 I just don't want to be annoying

[eddiestightywhities]

BetterSleep (Just Like Home)

Rated Teen, POV buck, 1559 words

i was tagged by lovlies @inell, @daffi-990 and @rosieposiepuddingnpie for both snippet sunday and tid-bit tuesday—but alas, i've not been 'round these 'ere parts for a few days, so missed out... in their stead, i'm tagging you guys with this short buck pov pre-buddie oneshot i wrote today while completely projecting about my grown-up son going home (he's been staying with me for the past week) and how quiet it now is in my flat lol.

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I will fall asleep quickly, and stay asleep, and will sleep soundly, all night long. 

Buck tells himself this on repeat, hoping his preparations mean the mantra won't be rendered fruitless as all the other nights spent alone in his bed chanting words of self-affirmation in his head.

Unlocking his phone, he squints at the too-bright light that is stark as a warm breath on a winter's day here in the muted darkness of the loft. He sets an alarm for the morning then goes to neither Spotify to find a playlist to try relaxing to, nor Pornhub to find something to get off to (he did that already in the shower by picturing golden forearms and a dazzling smile of perfectly pearly whites), and instead heads straight to the download he acquired in a Q-word period at the firehouse earlier in the day. He swipes over the screen and taps his thumb against it a few times till he's found the sounds section of his new BetterSleep app. 

Thing is, Buck loves his apartment, okay? He does. It's a totally sick space with cool industrial-style exposed brickwork and a balcony with a killer view of downtown. It has a great kitchen with a gas oven and an island big enough to comfortably entertain guests. The bathroom is a gorgeous fully tiled affair that boasts not only a double power-shower, but both heated towel rails and flooring. He always gets compliments on the tasteful polished wooden floors it has throughout, which he loves, and it's just seriously a really great place all-round. Like, honestly really, really great.

It's just that it—it's so deathly quiet. 

The loft is absolutely nothing like Eddie's house, for example, where in contrast there are all these quirky little noises you get to listen to at nighttime—the treasured times Buck lays on Eddie's crappy couch with his whole world sleeping in the rooms just off the hallway—which, as a collective, is kind of like some sort of slightly irritating domestic lullaby. 

Buck fucking loves it. 

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[soelvfisk]

Jeg skal bo i et hjem sammen med hund, hvor ingen kan kigge ind ad mine vinduer - hvor opgangen er låst hele dagen - hvor der er opvaskemaskine og vaskemaskine og masser af vinduer og stuk og gamle knirkende døre!!! Jeg skal bo i et hjem sammen med hund, tæt på fjord og park og by - jeg skal ud af kælderen! Jeg skal lave te i min blå blomstrede kop og sidde på gulvet og lede efter brugte møbler i ro og mag. Intet stress. Min tid og mit hjem og min ro. Intet pres. Jeg skal bygge min egen tryghed. I en bolig fra 1903. Et hjem der har været mange menneskers hjem før mig. Jeg skal være en lille del af en arv. Jeg GLÆDER MIG! Jeg skal sortere alt hvad jeg ejer og give slip på ALT DET DER TYNGER MIG. Jeg skal blive mig selv på den blideste måde. Jeg håber sådan at jeg skal forelske mig i livet i den bolig. Tænk at de satte huslejen ned for mig!? TÆNK!!!!!! Kunne GRÆDE af LYKKE og LETTELSE!!!!

[takahirokatoh]

Umineko no Naku Koro ni ～stage of the golden witch～ ep.3 stage it's over.

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