#story notebook

[the-guilty-monographer]

I swear Watson sometimes forgets other people can actually read what he publishes in the Strand. Like, I wonder if Lestrade ever comes over, and casually mentions that he's been reading some of his work, and Watson's just like "Oh cool, what do you think?"

And Lestrade goes, "Well, it's all very entertaining, but you've certainly fictionalized a great deal of things."

And Watson is like "Huh? I mean, most of it's pretty accurate, I guess I occasionally change some names and dates around for privacy..."

Lestrade: I assume that's why you've altered my appearance in your accounts?

Watson: What? I mean! Oh, yes! *nervous laugh* Of course I would never describe you like a ferret in real life, that's, that's just for the stories...

Lestrade: And I'm SURE all of the BURGLARY and other such law breaking you and Mr. Holmes do is entirely fictional as well?

Watson: *sweating heavily* yep. totally. 100% did not do ANY of that. allll fiction.

(meanwhile, Holmes, the only person in Watson's life who doesn't actively read the Strand, the second Lestrade leaves: you published WHAT?!)

[chio-chan2artbox]

Step Forward - Part 3 They are going on a date!!! Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Check out my tags for fun facts XD

Kofi

[maomango-doodle]

uhh bunch of doodles

(diary entry under the cut)

Dear diary,

Yesterday, Jeeves let me cradle his face in these hands of mine. This might not seem like much but allow me to paint the full picture here. Quite frankly, I've had a few opportunities to hold this brilliant lemon before, whenever the poor thing was burning up with fever and whatnot. But, until now, I had never quite noticed how... soft Jeeves is. In that moment, with both hands on his map drowsy with sleep, I felt like I was being trusted with the most precious loaf of bread in all of England. No wonder; he's Jeeves after all. I mean to say, even in the wildest thunderstorm, you wouldn't catch less than fresh-faced and rosy-cheeked! It's a mystery how he does it, really.

But what I'm getting at is that I am only telling you this now because, for one simple reason, I couldn't tell you right away, or else I would have—Jeeves knows how no force is too great to try and stop me from jotting down a few notes on paper for later use in my books. No, you see, I couldn't because we were both getting ready for our respective beauty sleep, which meant only one thing: if I wanted to be the little spoon this time, I had to avoid any hesitation and nosedive in the sheets before Jeeves did, and lounge invitingly—as much as the willowy Wooster frame could—as to leave no room for arguments. One can enjoy doing the fulfilling act of embracing but one can also desire one's corpus to be enveloped by warmth itself, what. I didn't get to say as much right then though because, to my surprise, Jeeves had already followed me without a word and wrapped his arms round me. Directly, I felt like the happiest pillow on earth, as any pillow would be while being so firmly held and loved. But, again, I did not voice the thought; I simply let myself melt into the arms of Jeeves.

So, you see, there could possibly have been no time to grab a pen and fill you, dear diary, in on the whole binge.

[floral-comet-whump]

Whumpee that deceives Whumper

They rack their brain to memorize every little movement, every indicator of Whumper's mood, every pattern. At some point, they even learn to predict Whumper.

They know what Whumper likes to see. They know what they want within a few minutes, what's going to happen to them. They're powerless to stop it.

Sometimes Whumper wants them to silently cry on the floor, so they do. It would be foolish not to conserve energy while they can.

Sometimes Whumper is already in a bad mood. They probe, both because the knowledge is invaluable and because then Whumper will take it out on them.

Whumpee has a little internal guide to how to take punishments. Begin as defiant, but still shake. Look like they're trying to conceal their fear. Gradually break. It starts off as a yelp or sob or whimper followed by an immediate insult, then Whumpee goes quiet for a bit until it's “too much,” begging quietly. And then it's as if a dam has been broken, frantically pleading for mercy, for a reprieve. They look at Whumper with wide, teary eyes, and both their true self and their facade just want it to stop.

Their cries turn quiet as their energy runs out, until they can't bear to look at anything. Their flinch at Whumper's hand on their chin doesn't need to be faked. Their distress is real, and they let themselves whimper. Whumper likes displays of exhausted weakness, it makes them feel as if they've won.

They lean into the little coos and pets Whumper gives after, trying not to gag. Alarms of panic ring through their head, and they acknowledge them.

It would be easier to lose themselves in the comfort after the torture. It would be so much easier to become a shell of a person. They already act like one. Why can't they give up?

The emotional exhaustion after they've been left alone. The dark quiet. Their steadying breath. The scent of both blood and anticeptic. The locked door. The pain.

They can escape once Whumper deems them broken enough to let out unsupervised. It's just a matter of time, just a matter of maintaining this act. A matter of trust from a sadistic torturer that keeps Whumpee in a basement for no reason other than their own pleasure.

They have to keep going.

[sevenknust]

love is awful.

[xoxochb]

the look of love

[katabay]

PAGLUIB

way back in like. march?? I took a stab at writing some kind of kabitserye type of story but it was a mess: it kept veering off into murder mystery drama territory because I was reading a lot of murder mystery novels around then and it Wasn't Good because I hadn't tried writing mysteries, let alone murder mysteries, before lmao

I did write a handful of short mystery stories since then, so next year I might take a stab at this idea again now that I'm no longer jumping head first into a genre pool I don't know how to swim in :)

[alien-the-ghost]

Copia spent his entirety of performing fighting to be Papa and fighting to remain as Papa for as long as he possibly could, he put blood sweat and tears into his position, people died. Meanwhile V rocks up to his first ritual saying "I don't know what I'm doing they just put me here"

[blubbed]

My newest short story is out, via the debut issue of Haunted Portal Magazine: Dreamscapes! It's called Baby Bones and it's about heatwaves, angels, dead animals, and change. CW for animal death and descriptions of surgery.

I'm very proud of this one, and I hope you guys enjoy it!

[egscomics]

Jay's source

"My source is this little squirrel who occasionally shows up and hands me notes."

Everyone else looks at Grace.

"Sometimes I hear things."

[worlds-end-discotheque]

I can't get over the interaction between Harry and Kim when Harry first brings up hearing the "voices" that make up his thoughts. Kim doesn't understand, so Harry elaborates that the voices talk to him and having those conversations is how he thinks, right? And Kim's damn response is that if he needs to think he uses his notebook.

So, what I'm hearing... is that if you take away Kim's notebook, he can't think. Head empty. No thoughts. Simply not a concept to his brain. Unable to function. I want to see it happen. I want it. I want Kim suddenly just staring at his hands, wondering where the think-paper went. Where did it go? Did it vanish? If it vanished, where would it vanish to? Is there a place for it to go? How would it go? What were we talking about again?

Where is Harry? Does he have a think-paper? No, he doesn't think. He has voices, and he dances. So how... ;--; help

[rystiel]

would things have been different if stan told ford? will things be different since mabel told dipper?

[artbyamberliu]

my illustrated album as individual pieces :) evermore by taylor swift!

[voidofthevoidmv]

ANOTHER SKETCHBOOK TOUR

(Lots of bad doodles-)

Lots and LOTS gravity falls AU stuff, amongst other things. My 3 Buck Stan AU especially. I always love posting my sketchbooks because even if they’re all just jumbles of sometimes good doodles splattered across a page- It’s fun to show off and document the end of an “era” yk? Hope for those who watch the video enjoy it.

lol

[ohmygodshesinsane]

sometimes seeing ship discourse is so funny bc its like ‘real life offline people would think this is DISGUSTING’ and then in real life you just have people who think luke and leia should have ended up together. ‘your irl friends would think this age gap ship is EVIL’ the most average 20something woman you know had ezria from pretty little liars as her lockscreen at some point

[katabay]

L'APPEL DU VIDE

okay so. jack! jack. what a collection of guys. the overlap between jack and the beanstalk and jack the giant killer, though. that sure is something! sometimes king arthur is there, which always takes me by surprise.

this. specifically. is an idea I've been kicking around. jack and the beanstalk is not a story I've ever enjoyed, as a kid it was probably my least favorite to read. as an adult, I was INTENSELY fascinated by reading j.g. ballard's the drowned giant. I think about it frequently, and somewhere during a re read of it, I ended up revisiting jack.

combining different versions of jack into one character is not a new concept, but it IS a fun one! the version I've been assembling together plays less with the fun elements of a jack story (and adjacent folklore stories), and focuses more on the potential for tragic elements with the addition of the usual grim and jagged narrative edges that I personally enjoy.

jack with the backstory of the devil and the three golden hairs, only jack doesn't find love, he's TIRED, all he wants to do is go home, but there isn't a home to go back to. what is the point of being born lucky if this is what it gets you? jack the giant killer, only he doesn't want to kill giants, jack who saw a body of a giant when he was a small child and cannot bring himself to do as a king commands. jack, who climbs up the beanstalk and stops halfway to look down. etc.

to go back to the drowned giant real quick, both to set the tone about jack seeing the body of a giant as a youth, and also because I've been haunted and obsessed with this excerpt of it ever since I read it:

J. G. Ballard, The Drowned Giant

anyway! this was originally like, a two illustration concept to get out of my system. however. I'm halfway through outlining a narrative. so. maybe it will also be several illustrations and also comic.