#prose that makes me think

[vakariansyndrome]

I think about these a lot...

You ever read a fic and just have certain things about it haunt you (in the best way)? I have lost count of how many fics I have read that follow me around, popping up in my head in the most random moments—making me want to cry, smile, laugh, sometimes even flip a desk over.

I thought it would be fun to shout out three of my favorite writers, to include small blurbs from their works that I think about pretty frequently. I'd like to make this a weekly thing, shouting out different writers each time, but we'll see how well my time management goes. *yikes*

Here it goes:

@fartasticdurge

Percival loved Hildred. He loved those moments even more. But what he loved the most was how it felt to have his scissors in someone's eye as he took their life.  

There's blood everywhere

my skin crawls as you hide behind your words I will bear witness to your regicide I can see you for what you are, tyrant you can't do anything to change my mind

Pretender (the bug in my eye)

He couldn’t quite figure out what made him so nervous. Astarion thought about what it would be like to have Wyll come. How long would he keep his hands to himself before he finally gives in and proves he is like anyone else before him? He imagined Wyll coming and fucking him raw against a tree, which was both exciting and horrifying, and it only baffled him further. And the worst one was the fact that Wyll might not even show up at all.

Just shut up and kiss me

@alwaysmauria

He fidgets with his rings when he’s impatient or bored, though I’d never tell him so. It would serve no purpose. I twist the first one, then the other, and he twitches at the touch. He had these fine gold bands made for him—having the medal the city hung around his neck melted down and reforged. I thought it impudent at the time. I understand better now. It was about having power to take what had been offered and turning it into that which he desired. I slip the ring off his pinky finger, and over my middle finger to which he hums his approval. His hands are large—at least I think they are. Mine are small so it’s difficult to gauge. When he holds my hand in his, it disappears almost entirely. I relate to my hand. I wonder if someday I will be entirely consumed simply by standing too close to him. 

I’ll ride in this life with you

Astarion dipped his head to hers. ‘Remind me how many kisses I owe you?’  ‘Six.’ Mauria’s answer was just breath against his cheek. She felt the twitch of a laugh in his chest—he knew she was lying. And then he was kissing her. She had been kissed by him many times before, in very many ways, but this felt new. His mouth met hers, and she felt as though her body had flooded with ice water. She was aware of every inch of her body, and of his pressed to it. She bit gently on his lip and he groaned softly. When his mouth claimed hers, it was not as the Ascendant, but as her— ‘—Star—’ she gasped between kisses. She didn’t call him that anymore, not since the ritual. Hearing it again made his skin tingle, his ears warm—and his chest ache. That was who he was, or rather who he used to be. Star. Her Star, to be precise. Who was he now?

Chase the Lady

She hardly had the words for Astarion. He was her everything, and seeing him again made that so clear. She could be whatever he needed—alive or undead, as long as she got to be his. Her heart beat wildly, and suddenly couldn’t get to her feet fast enough. [...]

She had been so foolish. She needed to tell him that. He was running to her. Above anything else, he had to know how sorry she was—how much she had missed him. She was sure she was grinning like an idiot. An idiot in love, of course. (Ch. 17)

Star Crossed

@strixamans

But I’d like to be your favorite bird forever, if you’ll have me. I will sit quietly perched on your shoulder, as long as you like. I will fly out to return with shiny trinkets, just for you. I will do tricks in the air for your amusement.

And at the dawn of every morning, I will sing to you of what a joy it is, to be your favorite bird. For in a world so full of birds, you’ll always be my favorite, too.

Your Favorite Bird (The Vampire Verses)

Then time distends, in a slow shudder, until his fangs withdraw from me. His mouth is still there, though, his sweet mouth, where he drank. He shares his suffering, too, when he stops; we just look into each other, he pours his eyes into mine so that I can have some of it, too. His tongue presses to my flesh, lapping slowly at what remains, savoring it, and gods, he has never been so sensual, his eyes are ecstasy again while the serpent squeezes, hissing and the ground falls away, and in this moment, I have all I’ve ever wanted. (Ch. 9)

For a second, he just stares at me; wide-eyed, mouth hanging open in shock. Then a look of excitement washes over him. His lips spread wider, his eyes narrow slightly, then he’s surging forward, bringing his left hand to cradle my head, protecting it from the hard stone beneath us while he pushes me backward and down, pinning my bent right leg to the ground with his knee. Hard and fast, his predator teeth are in my neck again. The pain is searing, the onslaught of euphoria so violent that I spasm underneath him, against his body, moaning, while he drinks. (Ch. 11)

Hunting Creatures

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Like, I said, I can go on for days, listing so many wonderful writers and entire chunks of their work. I feel so lucky to be surrounded by so many talented and down to earth people.

I wanted to shout out a few more folks in this post, but I think keeping at three per post allows me to share a bit more from each one. So, if you want to carry this on, I tag (to include the writers tagged above) @dramaticchimpmunk, @blissfulstarsfics, and @nocryptographer, No pressure to do anything, of course! I love you goobers and just wanted to share some of that with everyone else.

Also, if y'all prefer I not share any excerpts of your work in shoutouts, or shout you out at all, lmk! <3

[petricorah]

scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]

[leaves-and-inks]

“Not fierce enough to run with the wolves, but too vicious to find belonging amongst the dogs.”

[ID: Digital illustration of a pinkish coyote on a textured purple/blue gradient square, on top of a cream paper background. The coyote twists in an unnatural way, its limbs in different directions. Its head is thrown back to almost be resting on its back, which it's raised at the read haunches. it’s tail is slightly longer than a real coyote’s and bent at several angles. Its mouth is open in a somewhat blank, aghast expression. it’s yellow eye is larger than average and wide open. the line art is scratchy and in various purple, except for the mouth which is in various shades of pink. The fur is textured and messy, and follows the same patterns of a coyote’s coat in a pink/purple color pallette. There is a cream outline around the coyote that matches the background and also cuts into overlapping elements, such as the back limbs or the head. The cream background has a paper texture that overlaps the rest of the image, In the bottom right is a watermark that reads “LEAVES AND INKS” handwritten inside an oak leaf shape /end ID]

[orcelito]

ok, i cant resist the urge to make a post about it after all, especially since it's related to a post i made prior

one of my favorite moments in trimax is By Far this part in chapter 35

[ID: Two pages from Trigun. The first starts with Wolfwood thinking, "Now that I think 'bout it, it may be one of the major differences between our species." That deep rooted dear I felt on the ship…" He thinks of Vash crying blood and, swearing, wonders, "Is he the one who can save humankind? That monster?" Wolfwood is briefly shown in resolution before someone calls, "Hey, Wolfwood!" and he looks up with surprise.

Vash sits with a smile at the edge of a rooftop, backed by the Fifth Moon and its prominent crater. Vash asks with a smile, "Just coming back now? You're a bit of a night owl, huh?" Wolfwood looks taken aback and wary. End ID]

Right Here. Vash is just sitting there, smiling like normal, but he's got the backdrop of the damage he caused on the moon set Perfectly behind him. it's a glaring reminder to Wolfwood of who exactly he's dealing with here, and that TERRIFIES him.

& the fact that Wolfwood still remembers that moment of crying blood as a moment of true fear. because for all the cheer Vash shows in the average moment, Wolfwood just recently saw him nearly lose control Again (at the Dragon's Nest). the second time he witnessed it, & the third time he would know about.

Vash is a walking atomic bomb with multiple charges. even with how cheerful & kind he is, he's shown Multiple Times that he does not have full control. he is decidedly something different, something Hazardous to humans, and Wolfwood knows this very very painfully.

for all that Wolfwood loves Vash, he is also terrified of him. and at this point in the story, that terror is potent enough to nearly eclipse his affection for Vash.

leading to some of the next most iconic pages:

[ID: The next page starts with Wolfwood standing behind the sitting Vash, his expression hard and the moon bright behind him. Vash seems sad and has one eye open. A close-up focuses on Wolfwood looking down.

Wolfwood thinks, "So easy to pull the trigger. So easy to remove half the problem." Another close-up with bright lighting obscures his face but for one eye. Then Vash turns around curiously and asks, "What's up?" Wolfwood sits behind him and says "Nothin'. Come on. Let's go." Vash seems surprised as Wolfwood scolds, "Don't get yerself tangled up in every little skirmish ya see. It'll be pointless if ya get yerself killed before ya meet him." End ID]

the manga frames it like Vash doesn't know Wolfwood was pointing the gun at him, but I think he did know. he's freakishly perceptive over and over again throughout the story. he HAS to be in order to survive like he has. he'd hear the movement of the gun & sense Wolfwood behind him...

he'd know. i really think he knew.

but he doesn't do anything about it. there is zero fear in his face. he turns to look at Wolfwood curiously, a bit confused, but not afraid. he never once thought that Wolfwood would shoot him. there's full faith and trust there in that moment.

Wolfwood pretends that nothing happened, & Vash lets him. they both move on, not talking about it, because they never talk about Anything of substance like this (not until much, Much later).

overall, it's just such a great example of their relationship's development. Wolfwood's fear & Vash's trust that he won't act on it... it's just. Man.

(EDIT: people have made some good points about how Vash's expression when Wolfwood points the gun at him shows that he probably did know and YEAH that's a good point! & probably why I was so certain he knew lol, I just hadn't realized it myself)

[royalarchivist]

I say this in the kindest way possible, but I think this style of prose is more appropriate for a personal account rather than an update account. I have no idea who's being talked about half the time. 🥲

[ Tumblr meme via @mikaikaika ]

[babytoothbrain]

I am the Same Person I was in August

"Oom Sha La La", Haley Heynderickx//"All That Wanting, Right?", Devin Kelly// "Funeral" Phoebe Bridgers//"Extracting the Stone of Madness", Alejandra Pizarnik// "Little Beast", Richard Siken// all photos are mine! Photography on @el3ctraaa

[tmos-time]

Have you ever done Erisol bloodswap designs before?

ive drawn a couple specifically for eridan, and have talked and bounced around ideas in length about a LOT of erisol ones in dms LMAO; the one that keeps making me lose my mind (thats my own thing to share at least LOL) is cerulean sollux and olive eridan

im PRETTY SURE, if i remember right, this is specifically based on inverted colors; eridan is green when inverted which leads to olive + his quirk and nicknames being inverted too lol. meanwhile sollux's inversion from yellow to blue probably SHOULD have been indigo, but god... the idea of sollux being themed around using bad luck was too good to pass on making him cerulean LOL. he's probably more of a ttrpg nerd over a tech nerd in this swap too lmaoo

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

october 3, 2021 2:00 p.m. morensong coffee house

[grant] thank you for meeting me so last minute.

[cerise] yeah, it’s no problem! actually, i'm glad we could do this sooner rather than later. this has been at the back of my mind for a while–the curiosity has–so when you texted me yesterday, i was, like, i need to know. i may be going out of town for a week, but i'll try to make room in the schedule for this before i leave.

[grant] are you traveling anywhere exciting?

[cerise] iceland. it’s a big family trip to celebrate my parents’ 20th anniversary. as in, my mom and my stepdad’s anniversary. i mean, he’s my real dad as far as i'm concerned, but technically my stepdad. i think you get what i mean, i don’t know why i'm over-explaining.

[grant] wow, that is exciting. well, i hope you guys have fun. i hear it’s just as gorgeous there as you think it is.

[cerise] anyway, thank you again for asking your–our, i guess; that’s still weird to say–dad some questions on my behalf. i'm sure that wasn’t easy.

[grant] i should warn you that it’s not necessarily a wealth of information.

[cerise] that’s okay.

[grant] there was a lot going on when i talked to him, and if there were other questions i could have asked…

[cerise] it’s okay.

[grant] i wouldn’t have been able to think of them, and now, uh, the line of communication is closed, so i can’t really go back and...

[cerise] i said it was okay, didn’t i?

[cerise] the basics are enough, and you already put yourself out for a stranger. if i want to know anything else, i'll find the right moment to get my my mom talk about what happened.

[grant] do you want me to just get right into it?

[cerise] whatever you prefer.

[grant] so, uh, essentially, my parents were attending a medical conference of some kind in detroit. they were still married then, but my dad was unhappy with the relationship. he met your mom at the conference, and then he had–as far as i'm aware–a one-night stand with her. she found out my dad already had a family, they agreed to not be in each other’s lives, and he paid her child support.

[grant] that’s what i know. i'm sure there’s more to it, but...

[grant] oh! right, “the more” is that there is a nonzero chance we have more siblings out there.

[cerise] huh.

[cerise] i'm almost surprised there isn’t more drama. that’s a pretty mundane story. a one-night stand with someone you know nothing about is the oldest story in the book.

[cerise] weird, i feel better now. my curiosity is sated. well, i am wondering how the affair even happened if your mom was right there and about the potential other children, but that’s a whole can of worms.

[grant] well, i'm glad you feel better.

[cerise] and the story does make sense. i always wondered if there was some big thing with the secrecy, but if it’s because your–our?–dad was a married man, i get it. my mom is a very good person with strong morals. i know her, and she would not want anything to do with someone if she were aware they were cheating and had a family, and she wouldn’t want me to have any business with them either.

[grant] she made the right decision to stay away. he’s unnecessary. your lives are a billion times better off without him. if you’re thinking, “how can he say that?” just trust me.

[cerise] i mean, i can’t be upset about it. i'm not sure what i potentially lost out on, but what i've had in life with my parents has been perfect or just about perfect, so i'm not going to question her choice.

[grant] you didn’t lose anything. not to say trust me again, but trust me.

[cerise] i'm sorry. this probably is far less of a flippant thing for you.

[grant] don’t worry about me. it’s all good.

[grant] i am just really glad you feel better, and i'm glad i could be of some use to you as well. it’s a lot easier to use me than your mom. i have never met her, but i'm guessing she’d prefer to just forget about all this stuff, and i hope she has.

[cerise] i was frustrated she wouldn’t tell me the truth, but i get it now. this may be a classic story, but it’s still, you know, an embarrassing one. if i found out my boyfriend were a married man tomorrow, i would melt into the floor and stay there.

[grant] anyway, i know we’ve been sitting here all of ten minutes, but i should let you go. once i finish drinking this coffee, i will get out of your hair. you have things to do–exciting things. go pack and travel and have fun and all that.

[cerise] hey, you don’t have to leave already!

[grant] no, i don’t want to take up your afternoon. at least no more than enough to tell you what you were waiting a few weeks to hear.

[cerise] i mean, i blocked out time to do that and talk to you generally for a bit.

[cerise] i don’t know how to go about all this, but i wasn’t planning on benefiting off your connection to your–our?–dad and then peacing out. i figured we could be acquainted, if nothing else.

[cerise] unless that’s too much for you, in which case, totally get it. no pressure. my existence must be weird for your mom and siblings. i'm assuming you have siblings.

[cerise] or maybe they don’t know. i also get it if you’re keeping this situation on the down-low. i can assure you that you’d not be alone in that. i'm not sure i could tell my parents right now that i know about my origins or that i've met my bio dad’s son. not yet.

[grant] definitely don’t do that before the big anniversary trip. but no, don’t worry about that either. i don’t have siblings. not anymore. and my mom...let’s not even go there. there’s nothing to worry about on those fronts.

[grant] it’s not that it’s too much, basically. i have zero problems with you, and i have no family left who would have a problem with you either, so.

[grant] i just don’t want to be in your way, not today or at any point in the future, and i will be. you don’t need my dad around; you don’t really need me either.

[cerise] i don’t care if you are, honestly. you are my brother. that feels weird to say, but you are, and you haven’t done anything wrong. i'd like to know my brother.

[cerise] this is maybe the only regretful, i don’t know if that’s the right word, part of all the secrecy and the way i came to be. i get along with my step-siblings. what’s wrong with getting along with the half-siblings? or half-sibling?

[grant] i should have also warned you i'm kind of in a dour mood entirely because of my dad. sorry. not because of you or this whole thing, though, to be clear.

[grant] i wanted to meet to get all this off my mind so i have no other reason to think about him, hopefully, for the rest of my life. i'll be in a more conversational mood soon-ish, once i'm done thinking about him.

[grant] this is going to make me wishy-washy. i don’t want to be in your way; i don’t want to be a source of awkwardness in your family if they ever know you know me, but…

[grant] okay. i wouldn’t mind getting along with my half-sibling. maybe we could meet up when you have time again.

[cerise] yeah, i'll text you. i might be busy for a while with work when i'm back from my trip, but…

[grant] text me anytime. we’ll figure it out.

[gordonsicedcoffee]

mandy and the birth of venus print she has taped up on her wall...........literally SO special to me OML

something something venus, goddess of love and beauty and victory, born from seafoam.

daughter of the god of the sky—your existence the result of time cutting him down. blood in water, flesh bobbing to the surface. and then there you were. you surely never had a past. you simply appeared one day fully formed, exactly as you are now. or at least you wish you had. and sometimes you feel like you can almost believe that.

thinking about a nook tucked away into a corner of the world, the parted maw of a seashell. about the word venus having ties to the word vanus in sanskrit. about the fact that it roughly translates into "to desire".

about how languages are adopted and morphed and hobbled together into something new. about a newness that is made by necessity, by force.

something something a life of longing and wanting. keeping a doll on your bed because you're always carrying around the ghost of who you were as a child. she's always there, even when you don't want her to be. hedging all your belief on a creator that was irrevocably severed from you from the very start. looking for beauty in all that blood. something something

[writterings]

the thing they don't tell you about most mlm romance books is that they fucking suck ass

[altcvnningham]

waning moon

helen park x madam shell

summary: helen park sees the cracks in her lover's façade. (inspired by @mickstart and their amazing post on perhaps the most underrated ship of all time??) read on ao3

tags/cw: nsfw, wlw, angst, pre-cw, betrayal (but vaguely unspecified), light choking, younger woman/older woman, age gap, references to coercion, vague references to abuse of authority, so much bird imagery, doomed sapphics wc: 1.1k

a/n: i literally read @mickstart's park x shell (shellen???) post and got possessed, blacked out for an hour and wrote this. i have 0 memory of how i got here or what this means and though it isn't like 100% what the post was talking about it DID inspire me to spill out this ramble ab a character who has 0 canon appearances outside of dialogue. sorry for pretentious purple prose and rough editing!! it's 12am forgive me

She doesn’t know when she sees the change, but it slips in slow and sweet, like a paling knife glinting in the moonlight. How sand sifts to the bottom of an hourglass, she too feels just as suffocated under the weight of borrowed time.

Yet Shell’s eyes are paler still even in the dark, the waning moon of this interminable night, one that feels to Helen Park like the bookend of something. An answer, unspoken, but as implicit as though it had been there all along, a truth she’d known deep down but refused to acknowledge. And why would she? How could she? It had been three long years since Shell took her under her wing, her pretty little bird, three years that had changed everything. Irreparably. Even now as Park finds the pieces of it all scattered and frayed with Shell’s silent betrayal, she sees the beauty in each and every one, too besotted with the finer details to bear looking at the bigger picture.

Shell is lying.

She knows, more certain than she has ever been of anything in her life. As the older woman climbs languid atop her narrow hips, smothered in perfume bergamot and liquorice, plum coloured lips close over her own in a lazy mimicry of a kiss. Helen parts open her mouth, as she had her legs countless times, like a good little protégé, showing her madam just what she’s learned. All for her. Tongue hot as she kisses back with hooded, half-open eyes, curling around Shell’s like a proclamation. I know what you are. I know what you’re doing.

(And do you know, how powerless I am to stop you? As if I’d even try?)

And Shell knows it too. In the dark of this Parisian hotel room, blinds drawn to cast away the world’s prying eyes, she can see it on the girl’s face plain as day. Sweet Helen is a pretty thing, much too clever for her own good, but wears her heart on her sleeve, with eyes as big and shiny as a doe’s- and now hunting season had come for her sweet girl, and how wide they had looked at Shell upon her return, hands smothered in blood. Blood that she hadn’t bothered to scrub, knowing Helen had likely smelled it coppery on the air when she’d walked in. Her fingers are still tinged pink with it, even as she traipses them up the girl’s waist, cupping the plush undersides of her breasts.

That is to say, Helen isn’t the best at hiding her expressions. It’s what Shell had loved about her. The shrill gasps when Shell would come up behind her, grasping her waist in lieu of a polite excuse me; the way she’d avert her eyes shyly when she’d caught hers across a room, crowded, empty; how she’d been so young when Shell had met her, blushing like a schoolgirl at the mere whisper of praise; and how when Shell had asked her but a month later if she’d ever been touched before- properly, darling girl, like a lover might- Helen had flushed red and bright as a virgin. Perhaps she had been, too proud to admit it. For a girl who is as sharp as a knife and twice as lethal, Shell had held in her hands a mourning dove, cooing softly in her palm, willing to piece together its nest there. Right there. With her.

Now, not so much. Her songbird doesn’t sing as she used to, her eyes parsing through the fog she’d been happy to let Shell pull over them. Helen sees her for what she is now, and they both know it.

It isn’t a strange thing, what she’s doing. Not at all irregular. It’s a gesture Shell had exercised over her innumerable times before, a kind of sordid foreplay, staking her claim over her. Shell’s hands lay flat upon Helen’s sternum, her heart thrumming steady but beating violent as a war drum; the older woman smiles- how well she’s taught her. Calm, girl, slow breaths. Don’t let them see you falter. Don’t let them feel you shiver. Don’t let them hear you breathe. In the face of fear, Helen had grown around herself flesh of stone, unyielding. That doesn’t change, not even around Shell.

But this isn’t a test. This isn’t one of her many lectures, her teachings. Very rarely does Madam Shell separate work from pleasure, seeing the two overlap rather conveniently; but for Helen she had all the time in the world. Perhaps not after tonight, given what they both know now. But pleasure is a special thing she keeps locked in a drawer for Helen to pry open and play in, rifle curious fingers through until they snag on something that piques her interest.

And yet it always ends the same way. Like this. The older woman atop her, faraway look in her eye, warbled smile on her lips. Hands around neck.

Her fingers slide slow, deft, thumb parted to curl her hand around the pale column of Helen’s throat. And she can do nothing but be still for her mentor, her lover, holding her breath in wide-eyed submission, a devotion that spoke beyond words, beyond meaning. A kind of reverence she knows only Shell would understand, a stillness like prey clutched within a lioness’ maw. Playing dead, prettily.

Shell’s eyes fix upon her, steel grey boring into vivid green, alight with something akin to amusement; in the daytime, Helen mistakes the glint for adoration, something like love, when she’s drunk enough on Shell’s affections to believe it.

Now, in the waning moon of their last night together- as they are, as they could have been, if only she didn’t know what she knows at the very pit of her being is true- she recognises the errant flicker for what it is. Kindling. A struck match, willing to burn it all down, even if it means taking sweet Helen with her. Her mourning dove. Cast to the fire like everything else. For a terrifying moment, Park isn’t even sure she’d much mind it at all. Ashes to ashes, as they say.

And as Shell squeezes her hand soft and gentle around her favourite girl’s neck, Helen surrenders her head against the pillow, spilling back with a moan shrill like a song. It’s the last time she knows she’ll ever sing for her again, so she makes sure it’s a good one.

[callabang]

For the fic game, 27 & 48 or 54 & 99 <3

TBH guys this is such a fun writing exercise…. I get to IMAGINE and IDEATE with no care for resolution/structure/quality of prose… it’s just fic chatting in public. We should do this more. anon you can have both requests as a treat <3

Sick/Injured Fic // Fake Dating

Secret Relationship // ​​Magical Accidents

send me a trope mash-up!!

Sick/Injured Fic // Fake Dating

Oh trope city. Some of these are just vintage trope pairings you know. None of that new age shit. THE CLASSICS.

It’s most fun to imagine Sam having to engage in fake dating so that’s what we’re doing. Leaning fully into the cliche let’s say Adam is mildly ill and or injured during Jet Lag filming in Paris and Ben is like you’re the only one that speaks french!! You have to go in!! Say you’re his boyfriend!! 

Honestly this could certainly be that they’re not together yet but it could also just canonically (“canonically” lol. Canonically to MY headcanons that I am boldly posting online) be that Sam is in whateverrrrrr relationship he thinks he’s in with them but doesn’t consider them to be “dating” so it feels like fake dating to him. Ben is like okay this is semantics go ask the doctor if Adam needs antibiotics or what!! Somehow Sam awkwardly volunteers way more information than is necessary to the French hospital staff, it’s truly such a bizarre vibe, meanwhile they are like it’s 2024 you can just see your friend in the hospital sir. He’s in room 403 it would honestly be great if you can go translate. 

Secret Relationship // ​​Magical Accidents

Anon big props to you for being the only person so far to request a truly funky premise (MAGIC), I adore a weird AU sooo much. Shout out to Maria because some of this is stolen from fic chat with her.

I think that the nature of insane poly coworker trio is that it does kind of start out as a secret because it’s just: a lot. Like people see Adam and Ben and make some assumptions but the entire situation is sooo hard to explain. How to begin to explain. Impossible. But obviously they also do have to explain at some point

Ok here I go down kind of a rabbit hole thinking about them explaining this to their parents:

Sam of course tells nobody in the world anything about his personal relationships but sometimes it tickles me to imagine him telling his parents like the world’s smallest tidbits with absolutely NO space for follow-up questions. Like they let him start a youtube empire when he was 11 so probably they’re fairly okay with whatever his deal is. He’s texting them occasional one sentence updates and calling them quarterly and ignoring any subsequent questions they have about him dating ben and adam. I’m running a marathon I’m dating two of my coworkers I’m flying to Japan for my youtube business. period.

Adam I think desperately wants to talk about his relationship to everyone and especially his mom so he is not keeping it a secret. He needs her advice he needs her guidance he needs to share soft stories about ben and sam!!! 

BEN. Ben I imagine is like. Deep in the hole. Didn’t tell his parents about this when it started and now it’s been two years. You guys I can’t tell the truth NOW we have to gaslight my mom. It’s the only way. Sam would do it but Adam is like uh NO WAY this is your problem you have to fix it. so there’s some conflict there

So this is the premise and then magical accident uhhh. UHH. okay i struggled to think of a magic accident but looking at my own ao3 fully 15% of my fics are magic or magic adjacent so i guess i need to GET OVER IT. I mean if it’s like magical realism and not a fully magic AU then perhaps ben accidentally creates a magic stress poltergeist that embodies his various fears and concerns about his relationship and then they have to deal with a kind of rascal spirit causing problems in their household. If we go FULL magic au then ben is a cute little hedgewitch (!!!) and accidentally does some kind of witchcraft to adam during a spat about whether to tell ben’s scary witch mother about their collective relationship and then feels really bad and has to turn adam back from a hawthorne tree or what have you and apologize a bunch. Honestly hedgewitch ben is kind of compelling to me

i also think it would be kind of funny for ben to just go on a whole solo miyazaki adventure that solves none of his problems and he also doesn’t experience character growth and then he comes back and still has to tell his mom about his boyfriends. LOL

[vacantgodling]

✨preferences should not be standards for writing advice✨

[i-just-like-games]

Mermaid Savior Viktor! (Editing the post with a version I took with a better camera, og under cut)

[everythingisconfetti]

what is the best love song ever written and why is it Fair by The Amazing Devil?

[sol-draws-sometimes]

Let's go, your girl wrote an entry for THE new season(it's kinda incomplete cause only one ep is out)

Also, it seeeems like the wiki is back to normal???? Whatever admins that were trying to turn the fanwiki into amino(which my sister said and OH WOW SHE'S SO RIGHT), seem to have left or taken a chill pill! They're currently still working to bring everything back to normal tho.

I literally don't have the energy to try and help add everything from the previous seasons, BUT, since only one ep is out, I may try to help out with any entries about season 3. Tho, it seems that some Freddy fan already did a page for Tony Collette so LETS GOOO. I have to do other stuff so if anyone's interested yall can do the other character(or I'll do them when I have time). But yah, I realized there wasn't a page for the new season, so at least other people can start editing it and what not. Also did a little bit, like add guests under S1 and other small edits.