#silent thoughts

[girl-from-literature-class]

I speak in shades of mauve and deep purple, colors that surface when I feel at ease with my surroundings. I tasted pink the first time I met my best friend and when I saw my older brother for the first time. While I have yet to learn how to swim, I often dream to a soundtrack of violin chords that have yet to be discovered, creating a symphony only I can hear. I store my memories within the pages of my journal, written in a language so poetic and personal, it feels like a secret between me and the universe. The most beautiful places I’ve cried are my bedroom, where the walls silently witnessed my pain, and in my grandmother's arms, where her quiet love and warmth absorbed my tears. It hasn’t started feeling easier yet, but I know I’ll get there someday. My skin tastes of woods and sometimes of vanilla ice and hot chocolate. I haven’t yet called his name in the glistening gray of the night, but I imagine I will one day. I think rivers run because they are in constant pursuit of the sea, just as I pursue the things that make me whole. I choose to love because, without it, my soul would stop breathing, and my essence would fade away. What offers the feeling of me? Perhaps it is the combination of my resilience and vulnerability, the ability to hold pain and love in the same hands.

[silentvoicescryingout]

Hi there! Hope you're good. Can you please tell me what Steel is about? I actually didn't quiet get it... feel free to ignore if you don't wanna answer :)

Hi, Anon! Thanks so much for this question, it’s a great one. I had to think about it lol. After some thought, and in an attempt to not spoil much, this is what I came up with—

“Steel” is a narrative commentary on the dark side of the shinobi system, and the idea is the reader is looking at corruption through a third party perspective. We have two different figures watching Sakura fall from grace in real (sort of heh 😅) time, and we are watching how the (Shinobi) system poisons and consumes itself. Majority of the story is written from Sasuke or Kakashi’s perspective, with some small instances where we’re seeing through Sakura’s eyes. A hint— time is not linear, and events are not chronological. If you’re confused, don’t worry because you’re kind of supposed to be at this point. If I can manage to do it effectively, the story will slowly unravel itself until we reach the nucleus where all things come together.

The most important idea to keep in mind is that Sakura is attempting to right a long list of wrongs. But… the harder she works to fix things, the harder it is to escape.

Tysm again for the question! I hope this helped a bit, or at least made you intrigued enough to continue reading to find out 🤣

[silenteyes]

😱 Jason Grace fanfiction???

This isn’t the actual fanfiction, by the way. It’s just an outline/draft for the idea. Though, should I write it? The draft/outline itself is already 1k words 😭 I’ll write it if people want me to write it, but even if they don’t, I might end up writing it. Just much much later

also sorry for being dead for a few months, life was an absolute ass :3

[random-xpressions]

Too much inside my head, too little on my tongue...

Random Xpressions

[the-brave-wandering-fool]

[cultural-derealization]

[prlssprfctn]

Kinda obsessed with headcanon, where Damian and Jason just randomly (out of nowhere, completely unprompted) start to referring to their shared past in the League in the middle of the family conversations, while everyone just stare at them in concern

Like

Jason, staring at Dick, trying to put Tim's shoulder back: huh, do you remember that one time-

Damian, instantly: when grandfather's shoulder relocated by itself, but instead of properly putting in on its place, he killed himself and mother threw him in the Lazarus Pit?

Jason, cackling: it was hilarious

Damian, no less amused: right?

Bruce, sitting behind them: (concerned sips of tea)

Or, it is not necessarily funny, but it just cute (or sad) details, regarding each other that others are confused about.

Jason, who accidentally fell asleep in the Batcave: (instinctively cards through his hair as he naps)

Tim, teasing: ladies and gentlemen, the criminal lord of the year--

Damian: Drake, bluntly, that's not funny. Back when he was out of the Pit, this was the only thing that could help him to calm down.

Dick, knowing that this is because Bruce constantly stroked Robin!Jason's hair, when he saw nightmares, with eyes full of tears: oh

Jason on the random Friday night, trying to be less awkward about staying with Bruce in one room: actually, Damian's first word was my name

Bruce: really?

Jason: he had, uh, problems with saying his first word. People around him were constantly speaking on both language at the same time, and, I guess, he couldn't figure out what to say. Then, Ra's said that if his heir doesn't get his word in the next two weeks, he will throw him in the Lazarus Pit (as a joke), but I wasn't sure if it was a joke (Talia said later it was), and I panicked, and since Talia wasn't around, I just kept repeating him her name, or just word Mother, but he just, uh, wouldn't say anything - kept blinking and staring at me like a little idiot. And then on a random night, he just grabbed me by the hair, and said, Jason. Food. And he kinda spoke properly since then. Like in full sentences and stuff. I think he just didn't want to speak with us, actually--

Bruce, getting grey hair out of nowhere: RA'S SAID WHAT--

And sometimes they just speak in Arabic, and Damian keeps bullying Jason that his skills are getting rustier.

[the-silentnight]

After so many years returning, I’m ready to set myself on fire again.

Get ready everyone 🔥

[shandzii]

You got a favorite cookie? 🤔

ok it's been a week(?) since the cookie rot started so here's the verdict

[akqrus]

IM SORRY. I'M SO SORRY. They really chose to draw THIS? I CAN'T😭😭😭😭

[girl-from-literature-class]

Some days I wonder if the stars ever get tired,

Burning bright, waiting to be seen.

Maybe they wish to be soft, to blend into the dark,

But instead, they blaze, just so we can wish.

[machveil]

Y/N: Simon what is that

Roommate!Simon, with a bite mark tattoo on his bicep: Thought it'd look cute :]

OUGH OUGH OH— RAAAHAHHA I’M BITING YOU BECAUSE YOU TRIGGERED MY BRAIN INTO OVERDRIV— [combusts]

Roommate!Simon Riley that has a couple days left before he can return to your shared apartment, return to you. the bite marks he came to base with have all healed and faded, his skin clear again - well, as clear as his skin can be. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he does mourn the loss of those imprints

Roommate!Simon Riley that feels utterly silly, they’re not— it’s not like they’re supposed to be permanent. but he adores them, knowing you had physically changed him for a brief period of time. he’s not usually one to get sentimental, not as though he has much to be sentimental over. you, however, reach that part if him, makes him… god, he hates the word, but he yearns to have a part of you with him

Roommate!Simon Riley that snaps upright in his bed the morning he’s leaving, eyes bleary but heart thumping. he feels like a moron for not thinking of it sooner - a tattoo. your teeth, your bite, permanently decorating his body. it’s not as good as the real thing, but it’s pretty damn close. as soon as he comes in through the door he’s waiting for you to nip, bite, mark him

Roommate!Simon Riley that steps out of the apartment, says he’s off to get something and’ll be back soon. you figure he’s off for groceries, maybe he needs to fill his tank up at a gas station. instead, Simon’s off to the local tattoo shop - his favorite, the one that’s made his arm a piece of art. a fresh bite from this morning prominently sitting just beneath his shoulder, he marches into the shop. when he comes home? to say you’re floored would be an understatement - still slick with tattoo jelly, Simon bites back a smile when you stare at the new addition to his tattoo sleeve

[silenteyes]

An update for the Jason Grace fanfiction I’m writing!

Reyna and Jason’s part in this looks shippy, seems shippy and I read it and it felt shippy. I’m not a Jeyna shipper by any means, their whole part was meant to be besties, but I feel like it could be taken the other way. Just keep in mind that in the present, I wrote them to be close companions (not Patroclus-Achilles kind of close) and friends but if you want to see them as romantic, go ahead!

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

He is pathetic and miserable in a hot kind of way

[onismdaydream]

best friend megumi fushiguro who doesn't let anyone else get close to you, especially not someone who he knows just wants to get into your pants. he'll stand behind you, his stare intense and deadly, a subtle baring of teeth, until the guy fumbles over his words and dashes away.

megumi knows you're a virgin, never even had a proper boyfriend once the dark haired boy found you — there's no secrets between the two of you. well, almost no secrets.

you didn't need to know the way megumi couldn't help himself when he was alone in the darkness of his room, fist wrapped around his aching cock, moans muffled as he stuffed his shirt is his mouth. a small part of him wished you were here with him, that it was your hand stroking him and making his tip leak that pearly white. or better yet, maybe you'd let him take your virginity. maybe you would beg him to make love to you, spread your pretty thighs apart so he could go right where he belongs.

he wonders how it would feel, being buried deep within you. he was a virgin, too, after all — saving himself for you.

but your first time together would be special, it would be perfect, not some rushed and sloppy fuck because of his carnal desires. megumi needed to be patient and let everything fall into place. he couldn't have you running off to someone else when you two were made for each other.

so he waits for you to realize that fact, too.

[somerandomdudelmao]

Let me show you one of my original concepts :>

Because. Why not haha👍

Characters refs Masterpost

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