#so hard to write sometimes
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
i'll be lonely with you â MIGUEL O'HARA
SUMMARY: with the passage of time and whispers from your acquaintances at the spider society HQ, you've found out that your boss has a habit of sneaking out of his office during the dead hours of night to eat dinner. completely alone.
NOTES: new formatting for fics !!! do you guys like it? :3 i decided to include summaries that way it would be easier for people to understand the general jist of the plot without me spewing nonsense in the notes. anyways enjoy !!!!! thanks for the support on my recent works as well ^_^
You didn't consider yourself the most introverted person.
Even when it came to hundreds of Spider-people, you tried to get to know who you could and become acquainted with as many of them as possible. How could you not?
However, there were few that you knew on a more personal level. People that you'd keep close to your side whenever you visited headquarters. People that you'd enjoy having an exchange of gossip with during lunch in the bustling cafeteria.
Miguel O'Hara wasn't exactly one of those people.
It's not like you didn't want to develop something more than a boss-coworker relationship. Though, conversations with him were always difficult, to the say the least. Most of the time, he's talking about work and anything that goes past that boundary goes unspoken.
Quite literally. You've forgotten the amount of times that you've built up the courage to mention anything about your other (not deceased) relatives or your friends and the amount of times that the room was filled with a silence so awkward that crickets are on the same volume as missile launchers.
Though, you didn't want to lose hope. You sort of understood where he was coming from. People go through grief and mourning in different ways, Miguel's was probably just isolation and a complete avoidance of discussions of personal life.
He was a leader. A good one. A trait of a good leader is to connect with their subordinates, establish relationships. So it really made you think.
How messed up was he that he missed that one quality?
"Hey. Your food's getting cold." There it goes, the sound of your train of thought leaving the station. Sometimes, you were grateful for Jess being there for you. She could snap you back to reality you like nobody else could.
You mutter an apology before stabbing your salad with your fork and taking a bite, Jess rests her head on her palm. Raising a brow at you, "So, did you want to eat lunch with me for fun or are you just using me to get info about Miguel? Again?"
Nervously, you shake your head. "It's nothing like that!" She leans in a little more, waving her other free hand in the air in a circular motion.
"...But if you have anything that you'd like to share then I'm not going to refuse entirelyâ"
"Oh my god. Fine, fine. What do you want to know?"
With that question, it felt like your mind blanked. You fidgeted with your fork, twirling a leaf of your salad against the plate as you pondered on what question to ask.
Jess responds with a deep sigh, "If you're trying to find a way to talk to him more, he doesn't leave that office of his much unless it's for work. He's in there most of time. Although..."
"Although?"
"Although, I've seen him come here normally somewhere around midnight to get a very late dinner alone. The place is less crowded, most are just in their own universe or sleeping or working."
Your face falls a little upon hearing that. "So I can only catch a non-serious conversation with him... in the middle of the night?"
"Exactly. Besides, there's a good chance he's going to justâ continue talking about work with you whether he's in his office or not. You know that, right?"
You drop your utensil in defeat, burying your face shamefully in your hands. "I know..."
You quickly wrap up your lunch with Jess, as she shares bits and pieces about him. You had really wondered how she was able to learn all of these things about him anyway but before you had the opportunity to ask her, she told you to not.
Respecting her wishes, you keep your mouth shut. Respecting her even further, you decide to pack up both of your plates and wave her a goodbye before picking up those thoughts that you were left a while ago.
Admittedly, you didn't know why you were so persistent for something like this, for someone like him.
Determination was a strength of yours but that didn't mean that you didn't know where your limits rested and you would back off when you needed to.
There was just something. A swirling feeling in your gut that was telling you to keep going.
That it would be worth it.
So, you follow everything that Jess told you. Around midnight, he'd be alone, in the cafeteria, and looking for an empanada to snack on before heading back into his office. A very small fraction of his time left for personal conversation if you tried hard enough!
This most likely wasn't a good idea. You didn't sleep at all through the day but the thrill kept you alive and thriving. You confidently stride up to the counters of the cafeteria, picking out a small bag of chips for yourself and the last empanada for your soon-to-be snack companion.
Now, you wait.
You surveyed your surroundings and as you were doing that, you realize why he particularly emerges during these kinds of hours to eat. There was a significantly less amount of people.
Whenever you came here during the day, it was a miracle to be able to find completely empty seats. At times, you were forced to sit with a group of people.
You weren't entirely ungrateful for that though, you've made a lot of friends that way. Sure, it was awkward at first but the more you were forced to interact with people that way, the more you adapted to making small talk.
Even then, there were a lot of tables that were taken here save for one completely empty one at the far end.
Then, you finally see that navy and red suit.
Deciding to observe him just a little bit more, you watch him curse under his breath seeing the display case for the empanadas empty. Before he walks away any further, you tap him on the shoulder.
His mask was on, his eyes widen a little bit before you hand him the small box. "I saved the last one for you."
With a soft huff, you see the muscles in his shoulders and back grow loose once more, he hestitantly takes the container from your hands. Looking at it then looking back at you, "Thanks."
You two share a few seconds of awkward silence, you felt a little exposed. You decided to unmask for this because you wanted him to feel more comfortable talking to you rather than who you were as a Spider-person yet there's still that same awkwardness in the air.
Clearly without nothing to do and no idea on how to makem something better out of this, Miguel's about to walk off before you stop him once more.
"Wâ wait," A little piece of yourself dies inside as you hear yourself stutter but nevertheless, you keep going. "Uh, there aren't any other spots so is it alright if I sit you? I don't know any of the people here."
The way that you see the eyes through his masks narrow ever so slightly once the question escapes your throat makes your heart quiver like crazy.
You wanted to get to know him but damn, if you said that he didn't scare you sometimes then you would be lying.
You cry on the inside with sweet victory as he says...
"Fine."
That was it. That was all you got but you gladly take it! You have to catch up to him though because once you're done mentally celebrating, he's already a little bit far from you.
You try your hardest to keep your head straight but you can't help but look up and spare him one glance, the fact that you even had to look up at him really only emphasized your height difference with him.
Another factor that made you just a little bit more intimidated by him, his physique. You considered yourself to be of average height, you weren't the tallest person in the room but you were never the shortest as well. Just average.
The way he practically towered over you, his hand nearly being the size of your head. It made you feel something.
The moment that both of you have a seat, you take your opportunity.
"So, is there anything that you plan on doing after this?"
You get a little distracted once his mask comes off, he raises an eyebrow at you, crimson eyes that feel like they're looking straight into your soul. Though, side-tracked as he bites into the dough and meaty goodness of his empanada, with a shrugâ he replies,
"Not really. Unless there's an anomaly I haven't heard of yet then I have no plans. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing. Was just curious is all." Why was this so hard?!
The conversation goes as what you expected. You'd ask a question every moment or so and he'd give you a short response before going back to his food. He wouldn't ask you anything back, wouldn't add any 'unnecessary' comments. Just bask in the silence.
You simply couldn't take it anymore, you didn't know how to express your interest in him without asking him more questions about himself which he seems to avoid trying to answer.
You couldn't ask him about his hobbies because he'll most likely say that he's too busy working to actually spend time gaining and branching out to different interests.
Dejectedly, you sigh. "I'm sorry for imposingâ on your alone time, I mean." It was like everything that you wanted to say just kept spilling out of your mouth.
"I didn't want to eat with you at this hour because I pity you orâ or I found you lonely or whatever. I just thought that whenever you weren't talking about work, we'd be able to get along."
You stand up from your seat, eyes mindlessly darting arounf the labels of the bag of 'Spider-O's' in your clutches.
"I'll, uhm, let you eat in peace now. Once again, I'mâ"
"Wait."
Which ever brain cells died from that interaction certainly reignited now. "Sit back down," It comes off an order. An order you certainly obey.
"I wouldn't have actually said yes to you if I didn't want to talk." He starts. "I know a lot of people but it's not in the same way that you do. I know their names, their faces, their canon events. You know their feelings, their mindscapes, and their troublesâ"
"âAnd those are the exact kinds of things that I can't comprehend most of the time. We understand people differently, is what I'm saying. I still have no idea why exactly you sought out me of all people but I will... try to gain this new perspective of things."
You want to tamp down the smile that creeps up on your lips as you hear those words but you can't. What he said, it all made sense now. You couldn't see the full picture still, but you were willing to find itâ
"I understand. It's fine."
"So? Do you have plans after this?"
Together.
#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara fluff#fluff#romance#kind of#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#atsv#jessica drew#jess drew#spiderwoman#made this one extra sappy for u guys#miguel can be#so hard to write sometimes#hope i did him justice here
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/9b9bd84f69501af2e230c38114fbf6a2/a310d5c6de4dcdff-eb/s540x810/cf4ccb47a94f6fc0920d7305749e384f8894f63d.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7ece67299f894e02ce5a195109fb41bb/a310d5c6de4dcdff-fc/s540x810/bb9797906ee8a8a07675261e781ba1626c29ed12.jpg)
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/40d94aa663eb0c3323a61bb31a07c244/a310d5c6de4dcdff-14/s540x810/5921f4c937d76a02b5fb464d5622b084f722ff11.jpg)
a little siffrin comic about touch, violence, and oranges
#please isat ppl⊠i worked so hard on this⊠(<- learned how to draw oranges)#anyways i was thinking about how siffrin says crushes feel like a disease sometimes. i was thinking abt his intrusive thoughts. and about#-bad touch. and about that orange poem. and about how he doesnât know touch. how violence is easier. even if it feels bad.#siffrin#isat siffrin#isafrin#<- its more abt siff than isa but he is also there!! look those are his hands!! heâs important okâŠ#in stars and time#my art#also words r by me i forgort to mention#isat#100+#500+#1k+#my writing
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
personal happiness or what the fuck ever
bonus:
#xmen#xmen comics#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#professor x#magneto#jeans here too but ssh#snap sketches#i havent posted anything in what feels like forever and i GUESS i have to remind people i do draw sometimes. whatever.#aka in my brain i have at LEAST a five-page doujin where this gets incredibly nsft but i dont have TIME for that these days do i#so for now we get just. these scribbles. ill be able to make something exemplary again someday i swear <- optimistic#i think im going to close my comms off for the rest of december once i get through the batch i have now#which ... doesnt sound hard since the amount i have will probably take me to the end of december anyway đ#i just need everyone to believe me i have better visions for yaoifying issue 309 .... the opportunity is right there...#like wdym the dream sequence is gon end on a panel of erik's eyes as he reinforces the idea charles needs happiness like scott and jean's..#call up your ex. right now charles.#what got me peeved about this issue is i have no idea what color eriks outfit could be vjaeLVKEJARK its like.#is he wearing a lab coat over a suit .... i think thats the intention ... or maybe it is a trench coat....#idk shit for me to figure out if i ever get the time to explore this thing again#LIKE UGH IM SCREAMING i have Such Visions that i dont have time to execute and theyre killing me#maybe ill just write them down idfk <- trying to write fanfiction ends even worse for me than trying to draw#anyways. im gonna drive myself mad good night everyone#i have to go to a christmas party tomorrow night. later tonight. whatever.#BYE
958 notes
·
View notes
Text
i will never have this attitude to anything else in any part of life but i did not down monster and coffee and sit in my university library all night and experience rollercoaster level anxiety on the countdown to last submissions just so people can write their essays with chatgpt
#ramble#i know i keep saying it but god forbid you fucking try. god forbid you make an effort with anything in your life#what happened to the frantic typing and no spellchecking because you've got 40 minutes left and the bibliography isn't done#what happened to scribbling the conclusion as the teacher was literally walking around the room collecting papers#i hated every minute of it but submitting my dissertation was the greatest day of my life at the time. bc i worked so fucking hard#i hate 'suffer like i suffered' in EVERYTHING else except for this. sometimes shit is hard work. if you want a skill you fucking work#i am going to assume if you use generative ai that you don't care. and i don't fucking trust you#and i don't care about anything that you couldn't be bothered to make yourself#fun fact: if i hadn't started tattooing i would've done a masters and been a lecturer!#and i'm glad i didn't because honestly idk if i'm above screaming at teenagers for things like this#i feel the same way about ai 'art' because like. you didn't earn it. you didn't try#writing is hard and drawing is hard but you learn so much!!! and i hate that people can't see that the point is the process of it all#the love is in the labour
522 notes
·
View notes
Text
I feel like we don't discuss Nami's relationship with gender enough. Her entire character is so deeply informed by being a girl in a male-dominated pirate world and it's so interesting and so worth talking about.
The background creepiness of Bad pirate crews, which are most of them, how they tend to not have any female crew members at all, how they beckon any pretty young woman around to come play with them and join them. It's real bad. It's also like, a totally 2 dimensional portrayal of evil that is reserved for the most background of background characters.
However I think their ubiquity says a lot about how piracy is meant to be perceived by the public in One Piece, and is one of the strongest indicators of how prevalent misogyny is in-world.
It's very normal in One Piece for regular island inhabitants to have never met a Different class of pirate in their life. There's no reason for them to withhold judgement that maybe these pirates won't be like every crew that attacked before, and to wait and judge them by their actions. I mean frankly that would be irrationally weak self-preservation.
There are people who live peacefully under the flags of Yonkos who protect them, and feel loyalty and gratitude to them for it, but that seems to only be thing with very big name pirates. The East Blue, being the weakest and least populated, has no such plethora of powerful people and resulting turf wars.
So. Nami. Is very clearly implied to have never met any Different pirates before. I'm thinking about what that means. About how every group of pirates she stole from were creepy, dangerous men. How she started going out stealing when she was still a young child. How she didn't have a mother anymore to guide her or comfort her. How Arlong would grab her chin inappropriately, talk about her as a "human female", as property, and god knows what else.
How all the men in Arlong's crew treated her patronizingly, pretending they're all friends, teasing her and playing at respect when really not a single one of them ever stuck up for her or hesitated to accuse her of betrayal. Who were always ready to kill her if she refused to cooperate. Who grabbed her and intimidated her when they felt like it.
That's what she had to come back to after a close call with stealing from other predatory men, instead of the relief of home there was a dark, cramped room filled with endless hours of misery and isolation and blood. Where any one of her captors could barge in and demand new maps, work faster, where did you go, you took too long again this time. Endless threats and incursions.
I'm thinking about that her fight scene in Alabasta, where she tumbles and rips off her cape and uses it to catch her enemy's spikes, before leaping to her feet and running out the back door, all in one moment. How it makes her enemy reconsider her and think, "so the girl's not a total novice at fighting after all." What that implies about her experiences as a young thief. The times she wasn't fast or clever enough and had to fight and claw her way out. Why she always carried a staff and a knife. Why she was the only one before Chopper who had any medical knowledge or experience.
You know she was stitching herself up. And the weapons, how do you think she learned to use those? If any of the Arlong Pirates helped her it wasn't out of kindness and it wasn't gentle.
Then I think about Nojiko, and Bellemere's memory, and the only softness in a hard life. How easily Nami connects to every young woman experiencing hardship that she meets. How completely she dismisses the struggles of men unless they mean something to her and are going through something terrible. The way that Nami only has sympathy for women and children is easily noticeable in-text, but it's also something confirmed in those words by the author. And it's clearly because of the life she lived, the men who had all the power and only abused it, who saw her as nothing but a girl to take advantage of, without anyone aside from her sister clearly knowing and caring about any of it.
Nami clearly isn't bitter, she doesn't think the world owes her recompense, on the contrary she knows she is far from the only person in the world to suffer the things she has suffered. She is endlessly reaching out and kind, but only to those that she isn't sure would get help without her. Certainly, before Luffy, Usopp, and Zoro, no man ever reached out a hand to her without an ulterior motive.
I think when she sees a girl in trouble, a girl biting her lip to hold in a scream of grief, a girl running in the woods away from a monster, a girl captured by pirates, she sees someone who no one is coming for. Who no one will stick up for. A person without allies in a world against her. Whether it's actually true in this case or not, she runs straight for that girl anyways every single time.
#and that is why I will always. ALWAYS. be obsessed with her. writing that last line did make me cry a little. ohhh my godddd. naamiiiiii#my posts#one piece#nami#arlong park arc#east blue saga#op nami#op meta#op analysis#oh my fucking god nami. you forget sometimes because she's so happy and rambunctious and silly now but her life was a#nonstop nightmare horror show for years and years and years#she was all sharp edges and pain and gritted teeth and bloody determination and a hard laugh#for so long. oh my goddddddddddddd oh my goddd nami oh my god nami. oh my god nami.#sexism#implied assault#her life in that era is so fucking dark. you could write so many horror stories in there and they could all feel true
731 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dead on Main AU
Masterpost
Guys, I'm so sorry. But here's this!
~~~~
Danny blinks and he is somewhere else. Heâs sitting at a dining room table, surrounded. There are so many people here. Theyâre all talking over each other, some yelling, some laughing. This scene comes as a great surprise to him, who -one blink ago- was trying and failing to do his homework at home in his room. Danny shoots up, his chair making a horrible noise as he pushes it away so fast it tumbles over. Everyone in the room turns to look over at him like heâs insane.Â
âOh my god, who are you people?â Danny did not mean to say this out loud, but at the sound of his voice he startles. Danny takes a moment to assess, and then, âOh my god who am I?â Â He is tall, and big, and this is certainly not his body, what is he wearing.
The boy sitting to the right of Danny, a little shorter than he is, with black hair and blue eyes (though now that heâs paying attention that does describe most people in the room), starts chuckling lightly. âUh, Jason? Are you good?âÂ
Danny turns to stare him right in the eyes. âWhat day is it?â
And he can tell the concern around the table is just ratcheting up every time he opens his stupid mouth.
âDid you hit your head on patrol?â The voice comes from the only blond and one of the only girls in the room, who's to the left of the person across from him. The person across from him is another boy with black hair and blue eyes who is studying Danny in a way that makes him uncomfortable, that under-a-microscope look that makes you feel like youâre failing at something.
âI have no idea if Jason hit his head.â Danny says. âI was just trying to remember if it was my birthday.â
And if he thought the room was busy when he first arrived here it is absolute pandemonium now. Everyone starts shouting and asking questions that he canât even hear over the shouting. Someone with white hair in a suit just came through a door he didnât even see earlier to stand by the only person not shouting, who -Danny would guess- is the only other adult in this room, witting at the head of the table. He also has black hair and blue eyes, and where almost everyone elseâs reaction was panic, he froze instead. The person across from Danny also isnât shouting, but the person next to Danny on his right has now fully stood up and looks like he might actually jump across the table to win the argument he ended up in.Â
âAre you Jasonâs soulmate?â is the main gist of the shouting that Danny can interpret but heâs more concerned with actual Jason at the moment. If they switched bodies... Then Jason might be in troubleâŠ
âHey, I forget, how long is this body swap supposed to last again?â Danny asks.
âUntil you and Jason have physical contact. You have to actually meet.â The boy sitting across from him explains. He seems like one of the only ones that heard Danny talk, everyone else was still shouting.Â
âOh, that just seems terrible. What if weâre in different countries or something?â Danny complained. âEveryone in the world is just supposed to be able to drop everything and afford to fly across the world. The universe is really trying to screw people over now. Honestly, am I in a different country? Where even are we right now?â
âYouâre in Gotham.â This voice was new, coming from the head of the table to Dannyâs right.Â
âOh no. Nope.â Danny started backing away from the table, almost tripping on his overturned chair. âAbsolutely not, no, how do I get out of here?â He starts earnestly looking for a door to get out of this place, but there are three doors he can see and he has no idea where any of them go, and doesnât this room have any windows? What kind of a room doesnât have any windows? Do they like to eat in a basement?
âJason- not Jason. Uh, you need to calm down, everything will be fine alright, Weâll get you and Jason introduced no problem.â Danny swivels to track the voice and itâs the one who was sitting next to him, heâs walking towards him with his hands up and out in front of him.Â
âI have to get home.â Danny breathes.Â
âWe can get you there, promise. Now, Iâm Dick, can you tell me your name?â
âYour name is Dick? Who named you Dick?â Danny is so confused heâs stopped panicking. âHow old are you for you to go by the name Dick?â
âOkay, rude.â Dick sounds like a petulant child so Dannyâs estimations for his age are continuously dropping. âIâm 24.â
Danny snorts. âOkay.â The blond girl starts laughing over at the table. âIâm uh, Iâm Danny.â
âNice to meet you. Sort of. Iâm Tim.â The guy from across from him had made it over to stand next to Dick. âThereâs a lot of us here today so the one laughing like a hyena is Steph. That one there is Duke.â African-American, still with black hair but he has brown eyes and waves once introduced. âDamian is the short one next to him, and Cass was sitting across from Dick earlier. Our dad, Jasonâs dad-âÂ
âNot my dad!â Steph interrupted. Tim waves her off.
âEveryone but Steph's dad, is over there, Bruce. Alfred, our butler is the one next to him.â Alfred gives a slight nod to his head. Bruce is just staring at him.
âSo, names out of the way. You said you wanted to go home, where do you live?â
âAmity Park.â
#dcxdp#dpxdc#batman#danny phantom#dead on main#soulmate au#my writing#fanfiction#red hood#danny fenton#jason todd#I'm so sorry for starting another one#this is just a one-shot right now#but the ideas have hit me so I may write more later#trying not to get distracted from my other fics#but also trying not to let focus on my other fics hinder writing in general#cause sometimes if I try too hard to focus on one thing I just get super stuck and upset and end up not being able to work on it at all#oh well#writing is writing#hope you enjoy#whatever this was
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
jealous! viktor x reader (headcanons + tiny scenarios)
summary: viktor sees you talking with a friend and get jealous.
content warning: idk if it counts as a cw but jealousy?? also, i made with s1 viktor in mind!
author notes: heyyy, so sorry this one is little, im still trying to find motivation after the end of the series but i think it turned out cute! thank u for the request and hope u like it!! :)
» it was a common sight to see you walking up and down piltoverâs academy, working or just chilling on lunch breaks, but every time viktor would approach you, you were already with someone. sometimes an unknown person, other times with a friend, laughing and joking, touching them in such a sweet way, side by side in the aisles.
» he looked at you both, blood boiling and shaky hands. if you looked at him, it was possible to see his lips forming a thin line, brows furrowing, his left eye almost twitching. oh, he was jealous.
» he felt angry at himself to feel like this, he didn't mean to be jealous at all, but he wanted to steal you away, just for a second, and be the one by your side, be the one you smiled to, the one youâve been touching so sweetly.
» he wanted to reach for you, to interrupt your silly conversation about whatever you two have been talking about, he wanted to share his new discoveries with you, he wanted to be in their place so bad.
» but he couldn't complain, not when you waved a goodbye at your friend, and turned your body, recognizing viktor, eyes lighting up immediately, smiling from ear to ear.
âviktor!â, you shouted, voice echoing in the aisle while you walked to him, âiâve been looking for you all day. you wouldn't believe what happened!â
he looked at you, expression softening, eyes shining, mimicking yours, his thin lips now turning into a little smile, âyeah? tell me."
» soon all the jealousy melted away, now, he is the one walking by your side.
#âswe writes#league of legends x reader#lol x reader#viktor x reader#arcane x reader#i should thank my friend this time bcs they helped me on this one#i didn't like how it turned out and was erasing and rewriting and easing and#but if my friend says its good then its good#thank u friend#so sorry if some of you guys read my tags and all my post have the same thing#< âthank u friendâ and stuff like this. but they really help me out all the time#this is why i always thank them#they aint even part of the fandom! i just rant about arcane to them all the time#love my friend dearly <3#anyways!! sorry if this one is tiny. my motivation is almost zero these days#school stuff has been hard but its fine! at least i can write sometimes :)
388 notes
·
View notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/c28e8248b307b7774e08251f1d80b33d/c620ae84c325a5ce-75/s540x810/beac83716867267f288e5bcf77b0d83147ef9942.jpg)
âAny more stupid questions?â
Bonus live reactions to being saved from a Dark Matter ambush:
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/eec744e6cdb255c7e3ede0eb73553e67/c620ae84c325a5ce-d4/s540x810/ceaca2d69b3526b5f4f9bce6c07700158d288cd8.jpg)
Started 07/13/24, finished 07/27/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24. | Kintsugi AU Masterpost
#veins art#veins ships#veins fanart#kirby series#kirby#dark matter#dark meta knight#shadow kirby#adeleine#ribbon kirby#daroach#wave 2#AU#kintsugi au#dark meta knight x daroach#darkroach#description in alt text#*holds up this contextless AU comic* is this lore?#kinda... I mostly just had a visual I needed to get out before moving on to oh stars three months of prompt prep oh fuck-#me planning the layout of this thing: *gates close; boss music plays; Margit accuses me of being emboldened by the flame of ambition*#it's so hard to write DMK as a colossal screw-up sometimes 'cause all I wanna do is draw him like THIS#SK be like âwow my dad's so cool and scary!â and Addie's like âI agree with the second partâ#meanwhile Daroach is LOOKING#he is looking SO disrespectfully#eye contact tw#blood tw#<- (just in case)#veinsfullofstars
703 notes
·
View notes
Text
And I said, âHello, Satan
I believe itâs time to go.â
#my art#southern gothic#been too depressed to create anything but Iâve made this today#the little rhyme has been in my head for a few weeks#spilled ink#I guess do people still use that tag for poetry or am I old lol#Iâve been writing in my journal pretty much daily and sometimes spitting out little poems like this#not much energy for art#so Iâm not gonna pressure myself to keep it up#Iâm just gonna enjoy the fact that I made this#I hope ur all well <33#the devil#by the way this isnât meant to be fan art of Robert Johnson#but itâs inspired by him and the stories of musicians who sell their souls to the devil#I am still thinking very hard and have mostly drafted a cornstalk fiddle comic#god knows how long itâll stay in a notebook haha#my comic#comics
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Getting cuteness aggression from that thing he is so adorable I cannot physically contain myself I want to bake him cookies and cakes and get him nice clothes and toys also he has such round pinchable cheeks. Happy
#he looks like these kids who stare ominously at people#and that sometimes got in trouble for being too monotone and curious which people interpret as rude#ruffling his hair I love him in both motherly and sisterly levels I'm smiling so hard writing this you don't understand#also my sister is correct bowlcuts are objectively one of the most endearing hairstyles for little boys#mp100#mob psycho 100#shigeo kageyama#lalĂĄ rambling...
196 notes
·
View notes
Text
I'm going to be honest, I'm not happy. Instead I just am. Just here. Just there. I'm, just. I spent way too long picking the colours for this blog instead of cleaning my house, I spent way too long worrying over my poems instead of worrying over the bills, I spent way too long writing about things that have happened and not about what could. I reply with flowers under comments because I'm worried I'll sound too blunt without them, but sometimes it feels fake, because I'm not that person alone, I don't think in pretty colours, happiness doesn't bloom behind my eyelids in pinks and yellows. Instead my thoughts are blunt and apathy stuffs itself into my ears and covers my eyes. It encases me in a womb, and I'm just waiting to be reborn. Into what exactly I don't know, just more awake I hope, less rotting in bed and more laughing in a field somewhere.
#inkprilled#Haven't posted in awhile because of said rotting in bed but I be like that sometimes#I might spend more time writing than doing other things that are probably more important but sometimes or always everything else is too hard#To face or figure out without spiraling into panic so I write and it helps me feel like I've done something other than just lay here#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#spilled writing#writing#writeblr#spilled poetry#poetry#writers on tumblr#writers#poems and poetry#spilled words#my writing#new writers on tumblr#poetry corner
279 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sweetie Pie - Feb. 4th - word count: 92 - @wolfstarmicrofic
âMoony,â Sirius pouted. âMoons. Moonbeam. Moonlight. Moon-.â
Remus raised an amused eyebrow at his boyfriend, looking up from his work. âWhat do you need, Pads?â
âIâm bored,â Sirius groaned dramatically, flopping onto the carpet. He let out a little oomph of air as he hit the floor, which was followed by a soft âow.â
âAre you okay, Pads?â Remus asked, peering at Sirius concernedly over his book.
âPerfectly fine, sweetie pie,â Sirius said, raising his head to grin at Remus. âI guess you can say I really fell for you, eh?â
âIdiot.â
#this is the shortest fic ive written so far#writers block is hitting HARD#emi writes sometimes#remus and sirius#sirius loves remus#sirius orion black#remus lupin#remus x sirius#sirius x remus#sirius black x remus lupin#sirius black#sirius being sirius#remus lupin x sirius black#remus loves sirius#remus john lupin#marauders#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar fic#wolfstar#marauders fandom#dead gay wizards from the 70s#mauraders#the marauders fandom#the marauders#the maruaders#the marauders era#marauders fic#marauders fanfiction#marauders fanfic#marauders era
125 notes
·
View notes
Text
This was inspired by the many silly and funny posts of Athena freaking out about Odysseus being "pregnant" with Telemachus, but with my own spin!
The King and Queen of Ithaca are waiting by the sea shores, with their son in the queen's arms. They seemed to be concentrated.
Penelope: Alright, love.. Remember what we practiced?
Odysseus, nodding: Yes. We tell her the truth before she starts panicking the moment the idea gets in her mind!
Penelope: Good. When is she going to appear?
Odysseus: If my senses are correct, she must be arriving... Now!
Penelope and Odysseus are now standing in front of Athena who flew down to them, divinity on full display with her spear in hand. Athena looks quite confused as to why she had been called and seeing the delighted looks on the Royal couple as she sees the Queen carrying a bundle of.. something.
Odysseus, stepping closer: Athena, we wish to have you meet our son... Telemachus!
Penelope passed their son to Odysseus and he held out Telemachus to the Goddess of Wisdom. Athena holds Telemachus carefully with a curious hoot.
Athena: Telemachus?
Odysseus: Yes, that is the name we chose for him. AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, I DID NOT CARRY-
Athena: Odysseus, i am aware that Penelope was the one who carried your son.
Odysseus: And he absolutely did come out of my head- Huh?
Athena: I am perfectly aware that mortal women are the ones who bears the child. Did you assume that i would think your son was born out of your head because i was?
Odysseus: ....Yes?
Athena: I am quite offended, Odysseus of Ithaca. I'll remind you that my father is the King of the Gods, Zeus himself. I have witnessed many births from mortal and even the weirder ones.
Odysseus: I, I apologize for assuming you didn't know, Athena...
Athena: Hmph, That is alright, for now. Next time, don't assume such a thing. It was an honor to meet the Prince of your Kingdom, by the way.
She gives baby Telemachus back to Odysseus and she flies off to Olympus, maybe
Penelope: I was sure she would've thought it was you who carried Telemachus.. It would have been quite funny to watch.
Odysseus: So did i... But i guess we were wrong, huh? She probably must have seen weirder things, anyways.
Later, back in Olympus. Zeus is peacefully sipping some nectar from his cup when suddenly-
Athena: Father, you have lied to me.
#Epic the musical#epic the musical penelope#epic the musical odysseus#athena epic the musical#Would this count as incorreft quotes??? i have no idea#athena epic#epic athena#athena#penelope epic#penelope epic the musical#epic penelope#Penelope#odysseus epic#This has been an idea that had been marinating in my brain for a WHILE#And i REALLY REALLY WANTED TO DRAW IT OUT#but alas... Comics are hard to do sometimes.... And those sometimes actually mean i'm too lazy to do it#So i'm just gonna write it out!!#And other comic ideas i can't do but can write#Though anyone is free to make a comic out of this one and others!! i will LOVE to see it!
165 notes
·
View notes
Text
![Tumblr media](https://64.media.tumblr.com/057da703843dde8201938350d2723604/29f4ce8a183066d2-d1/s540x810/6599e057730a6cdb8721c1e10d990bbd18ad5925.jpg)
Procrastination doodles of sabo for the king sabo au :)
#one piece#sabo#king sabo au#I wonder sometimes if I keep thinking about this au because i like putting my blorbo through crushing existential nightmares#something something. it must feel so wrong to him. to be born like this and know that heâs not suppose to be there#but not having the memories of times in the wild with his brothers to contextualize why he feels wrong or where heâs supposed to be instead#directionless. knowing that he has to exist for some reason but not the reason that everyone around him tells him he should exist for#and continuing to try to bridge the cognitive dissonance through fallacy after fallacy until he is in too deep to escape#anyways. thinking about Him#Him is the academia mentality of âjust keep going and youâll eventually reach the light at the end of the tunnelâ#âbecause youâve tried so hard to get here and surely you must belong here because youâre so academically highly-achievingâ#does that make sense? maybe the parallel is a bit of a reach. I could write an essay about it tbh#I love this au lmao itâs both a lot of projecting and a great chance to be like âgod I can make him so much worseâ
506 notes
·
View notes
Text
Spencerâs head was swimming. You held his wrists just ahead of him in one hand, the other held him by his hip, what little freedom Spencer had was spent gripping the sheets and incessantly pleading to you. His knees had given out, but you held him up as much as you needed him to be, not that you were doing any sort of moving.
He whined softly, pushing back as best as he could to incite you, he winced at the stretch that accompanied his resolve, the pain had faded as youâd worked your cock as patiently and slowly as excruciatingly possible. You tut at his behavior, leaning closer, âI know what you want, darling, but patience is a virtue,â you reminded him.
You adjust your legs and Spencerâs head falls forward when your dick incidentally slips out, âSorry, love,â pushing aside one of Spencerâs arse cheeks, Spencer mewled and you held him firmly before he could greedily push himself back onto your cock. It had been this way for an hour or two, slow fucking followed by stillness, Spencer was on the verge of tears with his begging. You move again, dick dragging inside Spencer, he felt like his body was alight, you languidly rocked against him, kissing the hickeys youâd left along his neck and shoulders.
Mercifully, you donât stop indefinitely this time, pace increasing until the headboard was slamming against the wall, you release Spencerâs hands to focus on holding his hips, and Spencer clutches the sheets tighter. âWâwhat happened to patience?â He half snarks, gasping breathlessly.
âHard to be patient when Iâve got you, love,â your response equally as breathless, you groan softly, âfuckâŠâ Relief washes over Spencer and he sings a chorus of gratitude when you fuck him earnestly, his senses scramble further, the headboard banging against the wall a distant sound.
"Cookie?" You yawned, waking, you turned to see Spencer trying to hide his face in the nook between your neck and the pillows. You raise a brow and muse, âWhatâs got you all shy?â
Spencer mumbles something, blushing, burrows his face further and you note the flustered red hue present on his skin. âDidnât quite catch that, sweetheart,â you tease, but Spencer doesnât clarify himself, growing redder and quieter, you chuckled softly and bundle him in your arms.
#saw a tweet or post I canât remember a while back about someone saying their boyfriend fucked then so hard they felt kinda shy around them#thought that would be reader and Spencer#spencer reid x male reader#tattooed!reader#shitedrabbles#spencer reid x reader#I think sometimes reader can and has rendered Spencer speechless đ#I also think Spencer has a praise kink but you didnât hear that from me đđ#smart cookie universe :)#side note: I canât take myself seriously when I write the words butt cheeks or buttocks in a fic lmfao đ
127 notes
·
View notes
Text
cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary âŠâŠ..
#xmen#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#snap chats#the rare time i post an idea of mine only because i really cant think of a way id draw this#usually i hoard my ideas cause i like surprising you guys but this aint really one i feel like drawing so. For You my friends#like i COULD but. idk just isnt particularly something im itching to draw it just seems cute#but anyways no chat let me cook alright hear me out cause i talk in my brain all the time while i read#sometimes i stop reading just to think about a bit i read yeah#i want charles to listen in on all of eriks side comments or observations he makes while reading something#like if he wanted to charles could read the whole book in less than five minutes- maybe shorter than that#and that aint fun that aint cool âŠ. so time for Audible: Husband Edition. With Commentary#ITD BE SO COZY just hangin out by the fireplace âŠ. maybe its snowin outisde ⊠if snow even exists anymore atp#a light fire cracklin and the study SEEMS totally quiet otherwise and yetâŠ..#charles has been locked in to erikâs off-the-cuff literary analysis and mild comments for the past twenty minutes. its simple but its bliss#charles doesnt have to worry about being seen as invasive .. he doesnt have to suppress his powers âŠ#the rare occasion erik lets charles into his mind for somethin so innocent .. ive made myself sick i fear#see now i wanna try writing a fic but 1.) have written in years 2.) id have to really think hard on how erik would commentate on a book#hmâŠâŠ actually i do wonder what erikâs commentary on The Fable of the Bees would be âŠ..#IN ANY CASE. maybe - at the very least- i can draw cherik by the fireplce someday âŠ.#thatd be cute ⊠hm âŠ. depends on if i get in the mood for it down the line#anyways i have to drive back to my dorm !!! boo !!!! so good night everyone !!!!!
174 notes
·
View notes