#takes from the google docs

[skibasyndrome]

the joy of finally finishing a chapter I've been on and off working on since NOVEMBER!!!!!

but also

rip. why must I continuously develop to write more and more in one fic....

[shorthaltsjester]

Critical Role: 10 Years of Storytelling

Campaign 1, Episode 115, "The Chapter Closes." // Taliesin Jaffe, in "As D&D booms, 'Critical Role' makes its own kind of nerd celebrity" by Sarah Parvini // Campaign 3, Episode 31, "Breaking Point" // On Loving by Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. Sholeh Wolpé // The Legend of Vox Machina at NYCC 2022 // 8-bit Stories // Campaign 1 Wrap-Up // “Without You Without Them” by boygenius // Campaign 2, Episode 141, "Fond Farewells." // Campaign 3: Behind the Set // Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka // Campaign 1, Episode 115, "The Chapter Closes." // Explanation of the final Vex’ahlia playlist by Laura Bailey // Liam's Quest: Full Circle // Backwards by Warsan Shire // Exandria Unlimited: Kymal, Part 2 // Explanation of Fearne’s second playlist by Ashley Johnson // Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson // San Diego Comic-Con 2023, Critical Role: Fireside Chat & Cast Q&A // Exandria Unlimited Cooldown: Divergence Episode 4 // Campaign 3, Episode 23, "To the Skies." // Explanation of the final Percy playlist by Taliesin Jaffe // "For Good" by Stephen Schwartz // Campaign 3, Episode 91, "True Heroism." // Exandria Unlimited: Calamity, Episode 4, "Fire and Ruin." // Campaign 3, Episode 121, "A New Age Begins."

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

[mattodore]

pov your boyfriend asks if you're really not going to stay the night :(

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday (first look)

It’s funny, Anakin thinks, mostly because if he doesn’t think it’s funny then he may just lose himself to the unfair, rage-inducing irony of it all. 

So it’s funny. 

It’s funny that when he’d finally bitten the proverbial blaster shot and allowed his hands to cup his master’s face in a decidedly non-platonic, unmistakable, we’ll-talk-about-this-or-I’ll-kill-us-both-don’t-think-I-won’t-Obi-Wan sort of way, he’d had the stray thought that the only thing that would ever have the power of removing his hands from his master ever again would be the man himself. And when Obi-Wan, eyes wide and face flushed, had gripped the back of Anakin’s neck so tight that it’d hurt and then smashed their mouths together as if he’d been waiting a century to do so, Anakin had thought—well. That was it then. All that was standing in the way of Anakin and Obi-Wan and a shared life of hedonistic and long overdue mutual pleasure (Obi-Wan’s hereto unknown feelings on the matter) dissolved into nothingness in the scant space between the press of his master’s lips against his.

Which, he’d thought in the moment, meant that Anakin would be able to touch his master, kiss his master, love his master for the rest of his life. Pretty much whenever he wanted. 

He’d thought. In the moment.

So it’s funny, at least a little bit.

Because while Anakin was surviving through long and boring peace talks with the Separatists by entertaining himself with lovesick daydreams of never letting go of his master’s hand and waking late in the mornings to find his master curled up along his back and going on romantic excursions into the Lower Levels of Coruscant and picnicking in the High Street City Gardens and pressing his master down into a bed of expensive silk in the Open Circle colors, suitable for war heroes, Obi-Wan was, presumably, standing two Jedi down from him and watching Chancellor Bail Organa sign the peace treaty and thinking, apparently, I should really get another padawan now that the war’s over and such.

[serpentface]

Brakul Red-Dog was a decidedly handsome man, though soft featured and fishbelly pale in complexion. He was tall and thickly muscled, with a heavyset wrestler’s build that spoke to years of bodily conflict between hard labor and good eating. His hair was a striking orange-blonde, which he always kept shorn close to the scalp. His brows, beard and mustache were darker in color, bushy but well-trimmed and fastidiously maintained. He always spoke slowly and with great care, less for Wardi being his second language and more for the gap between his front teeth that would whistle, rather embarrassingly, were he not careful. He was born of the Hill Tribes, specifically a clan of farmers and cattle drivers on the north side of the Erubin river valley. If Brakul's hair and accent wasn't enough, his tattooing made these heathen origins abundantly clear. Trailing down beneath each deep brown eye was a vertical line bordered with four dots apiece. His upper arms were braced with alternating banded patterns of lines, dots, and square whorls. Most eye-catching was on the left of his broad chest, where a figure of a dog seemed to bound majestically over his nipple.  Brakul would often be seized by a nostalgic melancholy in drunkenness and set about explaining his markings to his Wardi compatriots, tracing over his skin and identifying each point in his slow, deep voice. His arms and face, apparently, contained exhaustive detail about his family tree; fathers and grandfathers and brothers and brothers-in-law and uncles and great-uncles and second cousins and so on. The nuances of how some circles and rectangles could do so always eluded Janeys.  The dog was fresher, the ink black where the rest faded blue-gray, and its meaning simpler. It was a bit of a bitter joke, a nod to his war name ‘Red-Dog’. Apparently, his people would tattoo the symbol of their clan's name over the heart upon final initiations into manhood. Brakul never got the chance, given he’d left his brothers, wife, and child for foreign causes and a foreign lad, and as such had been thoroughly disowned. The dog was the only name he had left. Janeys knew of people who oh-so-creatively derided Brakul as ‘Haidamane’s dog’ and chinmachen based on this. These were, of course, absolute fucking morons. Anyone with half a brain and the barest observational skill would know the man was completely and utterly ganmachen, ox-faced by both temperament and birthsign. Hardy in nature, placid and quiet under most circumstances, stubborn to a fault, and dangerous when pressed.  It was Janeys who was born under the dog stars, though this he kept secret, implying himself to be his dear Faiza’s twin when asked. The two of them looked much alike after all, and were born just over a year apart. It took only this small, harmless exaggeration to claim her far more auspicious birthsign as his own, which was well worth the risks of dishonesty. Janeys had enough problems - and more than enough scathing epithets - without the addition of ‘bitch-faced’ to his good name, thank you very much.

Janeys' POV introducing Brakul Red-Dog, himself, and (loosely) the Wardi zodiac system

[bizlybebo]

most important stage of the au is making dumb names for everyone

[lambilegs]

anyways it really sucks but I'm starting to have a kinda unhealthy relationship to this blog 😃 it used to be my comfort, safe space and now I'm always getting anxious that someone is gonna find smth new to hate on so that's just great 😃

[nikoisme]

Personally I imagine that Telemachus has his mom's hair color and eyes,, but he still creepily looks like Odysseus. So, naturally, I have to ask:

Do you think that Penelope sometimes flinced when she saw her son? Because he looks so much like her husband?? Like, he would pass down the hallway and greet his mother, and she would think it's Odysseus - a flicker of hope on her face, only to realize it's her son. And after a while Telemachus doesn't know if that brief drop of her face is disappointment because it's him or because it's not Odysseus.

Do you think Eurycleia sometimes openly cried when she looked at Telemachus?? Because he has the same slightly impish grin just like his father?? Just like the boy she raised so many years ago?? Do you think she unconciously scrubbed more thoroughly around his thigh? Telemachus would wince at the sudden roughness and Eurycleia would realize that he doesn't have that scar that needed more cleaning to make sure debris didn't get stuck in it??

Do you think that Eumaeus would rush out of his hut when he heard Telemachus laugh? Because, as he got older, even his voice started sounding a bit like his father's?? Only to abruptly stop when he realized that it's not his master??

Do you think that even Telemachus would stare at a bronze mirror or at his reflection in a puddle and try to see his father - the one he barely remembers - in his own reflection?? He would imagine himself broader, stronger, with a beard?? His mother told him that he got his hair and eyes from her. So he tries to imagine something else in their place. He doesn't know what he's even looking for or thinking about. Just something, anything to get a bare idea of a man that is his father.

And do you think that as years went on, others started seeing more and more Odysseus in him and less and less Telemachus in him? Even if it wasn't intentional? They treated him like his father. They would offer him the fruit his father loved. They would sometimes expect him to wield the weapons his father could. They would tell him how much he looks like his father. And Telemachus would simply smile in response. But over time it was a slightly pained smile. At first he prided himself for all of that, he wanted to know everything about his father. He wanted to know how much of his son he is. But he finds the fruit sour. His arms slightly tremble when he tries to string a bow (not necessarily The bow™).

Do you think that over time, even he started feeling less and less like himself? Do you think that subconciously he tried acting like his father (based on the stories he's heard)? For the kingdom's sake, for his mother's sake, for his own sake? After all, "son of Odysseus" was his main trait. He was haunted by the ghost of the man he doesn't even know. But he does know him, doesn't he? Everyone tells him just how much he is like his father. But what part of him is like his father?? What part of him is like his father? Everything he does, everything he is, is apparently an echo of his father. But what part is Telemachus? What part of Telemachus is like his father? Is he like his father or is he slowly becoming his father? His voice isn't his own. His skin isn't his own. Hell, the blood in his veins isn't his own. It's the blood of Odysseus. Is that who he is?? A replacement for the king?? A mere stand-in until he comes back?? If he comes back?? Will he always have to act, to be a copy of his father?? Will he ever be himself? But who is he even? Who is Telemachus? Yes, he is the son of Odysseus (as a way of identification). But who is simply Telemachus?

DO YOU THINK?

[lapdogchase]

They shouldve shown us chases short shorts

[caemidraws]

If you want of course, can you summarise what's the relationship between these three DnD characters? Are they in a polyamory relationship or some broke up and went to a new one?

Correct!

it's a poly the way you need several people to clean all that blood -

and some did break up and went to new ones (+ new hopefully better selves)

yes it's more complicated than that

yes i have the first chapter of the comic about that campaign ready yes it has very little explained in it (being the first one,,,,)

I (pointing at myself in the mirror) WILL start posting it SOON

(╯▽╰ )

point is, there's plenty of drama but also much love, more characters involved and uh..ndeads

I just can't help n draw contextless art sorry,,,,

[percy-ils]

As dawn approaches, Odysseus is left with the terrifying uncertainty of whether home is still his, or if the man he has become has no place there.

or;

between killing the suitors and meeting his son, Odysseus gets a few minutes where he's alone with his thoughts, and he has to brace himself for the chance of his family rejecting him after everything he went through. takes place between song 38 and I Can't Help but Wonder.

[sketchehm]

I think the moment the dteam see each other again there is no space for happiness or horror there's only "You're here you're here you're here you're here" and they're hugging each other and crumbling to the floor, holding each other so desperately like they could fuse together and never have to split again

And then the Mafia has 3 growling cornered dogs when they remember there are other people in the world

(Sprinkling silly dnn, either platonic or romantic your choice, but after things settle down and the dteam are no longer constantly searching for exits around Team Mafia, Sapnap starts wearing a ring, matching Dream's and George's)

(They send Shadoune to talk to him that just because they know now and they got Dream and George it doesn't mean he can wear symbols from the other mafia)

("...you mean my wedding ring?")

((Also also, very silly, I think Dream would give them constant heart attacks because while he is good at his job and good at dealing with inner problems and bureaucracy, he also will not stop working if they don't pull him away. They're trying to not leave any of the dteam together by themselves at first but no one told them snf are the only reason Dream doesn't work for a week straight and then goes for a 3 day coma))

You don’t know how much this was spinning in my brain…..

It is Shorter:tm: than what I thought it was gonna be, but I did skimp out on a lot of details.

Sapnap is kept in that basement for too long, alone. Farfa visiting was a blessing until it wasn’t, and he left so quickly too, not enough to soothe any kind of building anxiety. His food and water always delivered when he wasn’t awake, even after forcing himself to stay up for he doesn’t know how long…He shouldn’t be so dependent on anyone, not in this line of work. He’s lied, murdered, and tortured others plenty, it was in the job description, it’s how he was raised, cold and sharp…..So the kindness he can manage to scrape together was always something soft and warm to him. Something precious.

When with Dream’s family, the warmth of trust and comfort weren’t always constant but he always had something to go back to. Dream and George would always be there. He had the trust of the other members, something he could depend on. Or…at least he thought he could. Betrayals came quick, back to back, too many he thought would never hurt the family. He was reminded of the world he lived in…

Dream kept him and George close. Too close sometimes, but he couldn’t complain….as overwhelming as it got sometimes, he treasured it. But work had to get done and the family couldn’t be left battered as it had been. And he was gone from them before he knew it. (And it hurt. It hurt a lot. A lot, a lot…but he’d do it for Dream. Anything.)

Then he was surrounded by love it felt like. So much affection he didn’t know what to do with, how to react, a world of soft and warm he didn’t think existed for people like them. They were all grown men who have killed and laughed at the violence. How was Sapnap to know there was such a thing as this kind of overwhelming love that Team Mafia was giving him?

And he was supposed to throw it all away? He loves Dream and George. More than the life itself. But he wants to indulge for longer. And longer. And longer…Then it was too long and he fucked it all up. Was selfish for too long��Stripped from the constant hugs and kisses and praise and touches and closeness the Team have given him every single day since he’s been with them. He feels cold. 

He’d do almost anything to get it back. But what they want is the only thing he can’t bring himself to do. He /can’t/ even imagine hurting Dream and George. Can’t imagine being the final blow to the family. It would destroy them, would destroy him. The guilt would leave him more hollow than the warmth the Team have just stripped him of. 

But as it stands now. The uncertainty and unknown of what’s happening beyond this room is slowly killing him. 

Farfa had said a /present/. He can only fear the worst. What if he brings proof of the downfall of his family. An ear, a finger, a hand, an eye….a head….Wrought without him even needed. Just to rub in his face how worthless he really was to them, /all/ of them. Because he is, isn’t he?

Could barely function in the Team’s business aside from being an attack dog, told who to kill while another member kept watch on him, a trainer to make sure he did well. And they always made sure to tell him he did…He couldn’t speak their language enough to help on the bureaucracy like he did with Dream and George. Couldn’t help with deals or any kind of serious threats. They tried teaching him threatening phrases only for them to laugh in affection, like a child learning bad words that the older kids found hilarious….It was embarrassing but he couldn’t mind the shame, he was in love with the attention. Craved it. So much so he couldn’t even carry out Dream’s orders, plans. Ignored them and stretched the truths, peppering white lies in his reports back to them. Anything to make what he thought was paradise last just a little longer. The reports becoming more about asking about how the two of them were doing. Messages about missing each other. Wanting each other….Fantasizing about having it all. Trying to see if he alone could make it where the two families could unite. Unable to bear the thought of being the downfall to Team Mafia. If only he could laugh at his past self. Or maybe tell him to run away from it all.

He doesn’t know how long he’s there alone and rotting. It’s not until he starts calling for them, desperate. For any of them, all of them…that one of them does appears. He hears the door opening and he’ll stare at the doorknob unlock and slowly open. Not all the way. Only for one of them to slip through. It’s Serpias.

He’ll approach Sapnap, a soft smile on his face the entire time. Sapnap frozen, watching, waiting for some cruelty. Serpias will stand before him and open his arms and whatever spell Sapnap was in will break and he’ll run and cling to him. He’s sorry. Sosososososo sorry.

“Ya, ya. Esta bien mi amor. Shh.”

And it’ll be soft and warm. 

They’ll be sitting on the cot, Sapnap will have calmed down, basking in the quiet warmth. Not wanting to let go. Then Serpias will speak again.

“You ready mi amor?”

Sapnap will look at him, confused.

“For your present, Sapni.” Serpias’ soft smile will grow wider, his eyes full of the mischief Sapnap had grown familiar to seeing. Like a cat who’s having the last laugh. Sapnap feels his stomach drop.

Serpias will have his phone out and is already calling someone. He knows it’s Farfa on the other end. He’s begging Serpias what he means. He starts apologizing and begging. Serpias is just shushing him and petting his hair, continuing to talk with Farfa. He can hear them both laughing. They’re laughing at him again, he thinks.

And then the door is opening. He hears shouting. But it isn’t in Spanish.  The door will slam open this time and he’ll flinch in Serpias’ arms. Then two bodies are thrown to the ground. 

Sapnap is staring. The two are yelling, looking around and suddenly their eyes finally meet with Sapnap’s.

The three are together on the ground before they even know it. Sapnap couldn’t even tell you how he got there, but he doesn’t want to ever let go. They’re /here/. Alive. Alivealivealive. 

Dream and George.

It could’ve been minutes or hours. Seconds or days. Sapnap could’ve stayed holding them for eternity. Block out the rest of the world and stay in this moment forever. Together forever. And ever and ever and ever.

Then the bubble is popped. Someone clears their throat, Sapnap can’t tell who. He can feel Dream hold them even tighter, he’s looking at the group of men by the door. His face is full of anger. Creases full of scorn. Sapnap hates it.

“Sapniii.” It’s Serpias. When did he make it back to the door…?

Sapnap is staring at them all. He’s done that a lot today. They’re all grinning at them, at him. He doesn’t know what they want from him, but he feels cold again. Even when he can feel George and Dream hold him even tigher. Tighter and tighter. It hurts.

“Qué se dice?”

Sapnap is quiet. He knows what it means. He wants to hide away.

“Sapnap. Manners.” It’s Shadoune who speaks up.

He feels his face turning red.

“G-gracias.” His voice cracks. He can feel Dream and George staring at him. But he doesn’t want to look at them. Not anymore.

“Gracias que?” It’s Farfa. There’s a glee in his voice. He knows what they’re trying to prove. In front of Dream and George.

He locks eyes with Farfadox.

He can feel his voice shake and crack. His cheeks are burning but he can’t even hear himself with the blood rushing through his ears. Repeating a phrase he’s said a thousand times to Farfa. Just for fun and teasing beforehand. Though, Farfadox always found ways to make him embarrassed by saying it. Just like now.

They all laugh at him. And then they’re gone. He can hear the click of the lock.

“Sapnap. What the fuck.”

He wants to fall into the void.

ANYWAYS.

I can imagine Sapnap just hysterically saying he loves George and Dream over and over after all that. He needs to make sure that they don’t think he’s betrayed them. Haha. 

George probs gives Sapnap a harder time on it all. Dream is pretty Tired. And would like a Break:tm:. They can process it all later….and once they do, it’s a lot of teasing Sapnap, which makes him want to hide away pffft. They do eventually do /talk/. Sapnap gets his chance to explain, although he’s not the best guy to articulate all his feelings. The good news though is that Dream and George are the best guys to understand him! They tease him even more though lmao. George does Not let up.

It think some silly times are warranted for the grief Sapnap put himself through

It’s like the three of them were never separated, they just have new material on Sapnap. They really miss each other

On the idea of wedding rings! I was thinking more promise rings, or at least at first. They gave it to each other before Dream even succeeded the role of Don. Maybe even before. When they were kids and still trying to survive in the family, never kind to the children trying to take over their elders. 3 bands George had stolen. Sapnap had made fun of him back then, they were plain and had no diamonds to pawn off. Dream is the one who suggested them to be promise rings.

They’ll look after each other. Promise to always be there for each other. Forever. Marriage was too much of a legal contract in their eyes. At least back then, when they were still too young to understand what else marriage could mean. Sapnap had left it behind before he left, for safekeeping. He’s never had it off for this long before. 

Before they had their serious talk yet, George and Sapnap were in the middle of another argument, locked in this basement. It feels like they've been arguing a lot since they've reunited….Sapnap feeling overwhelmed. He blames himself a lot for all of this. He doesn’t feel he deserves them anymore. He was just shouting at George and George was shouting back. And shouting and shouting. And George will throw the ring at him. 

And Sapnap will shut up. But George will keep shouting. Sapnap will hold the ring so close to his chest and let George keep shouting at him. He’ll zone it all out because it’s nothing new he hasn’t been telling himself. Dream will be the one to pull him back. George has stopped shouting. They’re all sitting together and Dream is trying to get him to breathe once Sapnap comes back to.

George will be rubbing his knuckles. Sapnap will tell them he loves them again. Dream will say he knows. George will hold Sapnap’s hand out as Dream slips the ring back on.

“Let's get married.” Sapnap said it without even thinking. Quiet. He can feel them hold him tight.

“Forever.” “And ever.” 

With a shaky breath, Sapnap will relax and end their mantra, “…and ever.”

There’s a lot I want to spin about dnf’s stay with the Team, learning about the members, what actually happened to Dream’s family that I wanna yap about, but will have to do that some other time hehe

To the Team’s jealousy of Sapnap wearing the ring, fucking in love with the idea of it just rubbing them wrong when they notice it on Sapnap after a while of dteam staying with them. 

Everyone should go check out Rat’s lil snippet of Shadoune being the one to confront Sapnap about it heh (it’s awesome)

Though I can imagine it being Serpias bringing it up first since he tends to bark and growl whenever he got jealous of Sapnap being affectionate to others, even with other members from the Team during Dedsafio pft (Although I also imagine Serpias is also the mvp of actually getting Dream and George accommodated more!)

But the Team DEFINITELY do get Sapnap a ring, and I fucking love the one Rat described :3c

(Although!! I did debate the idea of a tattoo! But I never pushed the thought very far cause I knew my brain would go down another rabbit hole heheh

The Team finding out about Dream’s….sleeping habit is something they come to notice really early on, but they attributed it to him being stressed and overprotective of Sapnap and George, not wanting to let them out of his sight or to let any of the Team separating them. They’ll be dropping off food and water for the three and while they did predict one of them to always be awake now to try and keep watch or fight to try and over power them….they didn’t really expect it to be Dream always awake and glaring at them. Sometimes snf will be up with Dream but the Team actually never saw Dream asleep the entire time the trio were kept in that basement. (I do wanna spin around the eventual lead up to them being let out too, the kind of tentative trust that’s given to all of them. How Dream’s exhaustion /will/ eventually lead to dropping his guard and warming up to some of the members (farfa, conter, shadoune, serpias etc…))

Dream would NOT be relaxed for a /long/ time. He is(was?) a Don. He will be worried about the remaining members of his family the entire time he’s there. He isn’t stupid, he KNOWS Team Mafia was set on destroying everything he controlled and absorbing it into their own power. Killing anyone who will speak out or oppose them. But he also knows that they do /not/ know how to manage it. They won’t be able to replace everyone, won’t be able to buy off and control everything that used to be in Dream’s grasp. It will eventually lead into chaos. Dream has his own contingency plans in place and he knows the remaining closest members know what to do. After what Dream’s family went through before Sapnap was sent to Team Mafia, Dream had razed through his own family, weeding out every single rat and making sure there were plans in place so this would /never/ happen again. Team Mafia might think they’ve taken over. But Dream knows better. With Q’s cartel growing and his own territory in disarray, he knows they’ll need him…. And he’ll wait until they come to him for help. 

(And when they do, Dream will be at a point where he won’t even want to negotiate taking over again, not even trying to grab more power. He would only want his family safe. The Team would have forced Dream to rest and sleep a lot before it came to this point but it never quite worked, he was getting sick constantly, extremely ill to the point Sapnap and George were begging him that it will be okay and to stop already…Them used to Dream overworking and never being able to convince him otherwise, but now it was the worst they’ve ever seen….Dream just won’t accept the warmth fully until Team Mafia, ElRich himself, finally comes to Dream for help, where he will finally relax.)

[libra-cant-just-dance]

Trying not to rant too much on here and be really dramatic but I’m so upset.

I know it’s ridiculous to get this upset over a silly little dancing game ship, but that’s not really the main issue for me. I’m more mad because I’ve been writing Wanderrose fics for over a year. I did the math, I have over 130k words written of just JD stuff. Is it ridiculous to have put that much time and effort into a silly little dancing game ship? Absolutely, I’m not gonna pretend otherwise, but the point is I did. And now because of one decision the team made, I’m basically gonna lose all that work.

If they actually confirm The Dad Situation, I have to leave Mirrored Walls unfinished. I’ll probably take all my stuff down too (partially cuz it feels weird to leave it up and partially cuz I just know some people on here are gonna tear me to shreds if I leave it up with a “written before the reveal” warning). I don’t usually get into fights online but I swear to god if someone tries to hit me with the “it’s just a ship” line I’m gonna lose it. Yeah it’s just a ship, I don’t really care about the ship. But I happen to have made the mistake of investing way too much time and energy into it and I can’t get that time and energy back. Plus I’m having to scrap a bunch of work that I’m actually kind of proud of.

Not saying this like it’s the JD team’s fault or anything. They have zero obligation to cater to this little corner of the internet that got super invested in a silly little dancing game ship. It’s their story and they can do whatever they want. I’m just really upset about it. This is the only fandom that’s somehow given me the motivation to write a bunch of fanfiction, so I’m pretty much losing a whole hobby along with it.

[arrowfortea]

almost ready 2 post properly a little something i've been working on and by "a little something" haha, well, let's just say, my eyes are starting to bleed out of my head

[qcomicsy]

Marvel writer: Then Wade get involved with monsters! And–

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