#tb's writing tag

[thebingoo]

i keep forgetting to post these

[fearandhatred]

fandom: good omens

word: worship

I HAVE FINALLY DONE IT copied straight from my notes app babey!! this may seem like just a sad poem but it's really crowley spiraling into a toxic inferiority mindset within the 10 whole seconds that they kiss. i did not mean it to take that turn but next to all the emotions in my brain is this entity called Dark Thoughts that turns the whole console black with one touch. anyway thank u bestie for the word prompt sorry it took five years

<3

Worn delicate but strong on your smallest finger, a golden halo of a ring that dug through layers of cloth into my spine when i kissed you. it was the first time i felt the touch of your hardened hands on my body, pressing me to you like i could be consumed whole, like you could breathe me into your soul and nestle me in your lungs, like i could become your air. and for a moment, it felt like we were

One. like we were the paths of two comets destined to intersect once and then never again; or perhaps like the odd bullet that gets lodged inside another midair, and doesn't make it out the other side alive. and it felt as if i knew for the first time a purpose beyond existence, beyond love: to worship. to worship you.

Resuscitation has never felt so explosive, so stuffed full with fearsome grace with the same force by which it was ripped from me. and i know now that i will never be the same unless i have this one thing, this reason to live and also to die.

So i'll worship you, from now till the death of time. and when every one of your touches burns with holiness, when you scald my tongue with spit, i'll welcome you on my knees to set me aflame.

Have me in all the ways, split me open on the altar as evidence of my humility, make me repent. forgive me.

I understand now, i understand, it's in my blood to submit, in my nature to crawl on my belly and eat the dust left behind. and i will, and maybe i can do it right this time—i will drag myself behind you with my hands clawing the carpeted shadows of your footsteps, break the bottle open to anoint your head. i'll worship you, skin to skin, soul for soul, if it means you'll stay.

Please—

[summerroomspring]

watching the boys season 2 (just finished 2x06)

and man i’m not liking the way they’ve written becca at this point, she might be the most frustrating character for me right now because she feels like nothing but a “perfect wife and mother” plot device to motivate butcher and probably eventually ryan’s characters. i do not understand what she is thinking or who she is as a person besides someone butcher loved and a caring mother to ryan. i don’t think any of her actions are necessarily unreasonable but the writers are not showing their work enough for me to understand why she does anything.

why did she choose to go to vought and live as a stepford wife on a compound with the baby she had as a result of her rape instead of confiding in the partner she supposedly loved about her pregnancy (there’s one line where she somewhat explains why but that’s not rlly enough). why is she willing to risk traumatizing ryan by committing suicide in front of him to save butcher’s life at the end of s1 when she has devoted her life basically entirely to ryan for 8 years? why does she promise to run away with butcher in 2x05 and then change her mind off camera??

some flashbacks to her and butcher’s relationship or the aftermath of her assault, or literally any scenes from becca’s perspective in 2x05 would have made her the scene where she tells butcher she can’t trust him with ryan so much more impactful. their conversation is well acted and hints at a lot of interesting stuff about butcher’s character but it’s not as impactful as it could have been. i hope subsequent episodes change my mind and they do her character more justice because as is she feels like an extremely thinly written character whose rape is purely motivation for the male characters around her and whose personality and motivations are never clear.

[atopvisenyashill]

ultimate hater take is that there are two types of targ nation people, there's the rabid twitter people who think every single targ except like three or four (usually aegon ii, aemond, aegon iv, sometimes maegor and aerys ii) are Undisputed Uncomplicated Heroes Of The Story and that the series will end with a targ restoration happy ending. then there's the targ nation people who think basically every single historical targ was a villain EXCEPT FOR dany and she is not only the Undisputed Uncomplicated Hero Of The Story but will absolutely burn/sack both Vaes Dothrak and Volantis but these will be Good Things because she's killing slavers.

[hungryistrying]

so hear me out: high school au where jinx and ekko are academic rivals (which is crazy to all teachers bc they're absolute menaces but they're also geniuses so it is what it is).

one day after class, ekko asks jinx to meet him at denny's.

like damn, that's crazy. guess he was sick of trying to beat her with a higher gpa and now he wants to do this the old-fashioned way? fine by her. jinx might be tiny but she also has 3 older siblings so she's used to having to fight for survival, okay.

she shows up at denny's with a nerf gun in one hand and a baseball bat in the other. she's got kneepads and war paint on. girl was born ready for this. meanwhile ekko is very confused.

turns out he was asking her out on a date, not a death match.

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

Red Alert; an AU Guild Wars 2 Story

The Tideturners have lived in secrecy for decades, their operations hidden deep within the heart of the Mists. Rarely have they ever dared to reach out to the myriad of worlds that exist beyond their headquarters-- but things are changing. Time ticks away. The horizon draws closer. They cannot afford to hide away forever.

When the Commander was contacted by their head of security and offered a tentative alliance, he wasn't sure what to make of it. Why him? Why now? Who even are these masked strangers that all seem to know him so much better than he knows any of them? It was unsettling even back then, but now he knows exactly why.

Tick tock. Tick tock. It was a daring move, breaking into the Sidewinder's office to search for the answers, but the truth of this place is finally in his hands. If only it didn't leave him with so many more questions than answers. How can he possibly trust them now?

He has no idea how much his old adversaries feel the same.

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      The Sidewinder had always claimed that ASP’s security features shone crimson as a warning. Few had reason to doubt her claims; it made sense after all, didn’t it? Red was the color of blood. Danger. Risk. Injury. Who wouldn’t take it seriously? That was certainly how the Inquest used it, and the message never went questioned for long. To most, it was as logical an explanation as any– and there was no reason to ask any further after that.

     What else, after all, could the color red possibly mean?

     The Commander had almost forgotten, after all these years.

     Alarms blared, shrieking into the Turnabout’s main office from every direction. Every circuit flared with sharp, biting crimson, flickering along the wires and making the electric lighting overhead sputter and spark as if on the verge of a short. Power surged all around them– all from a source that he now knew all too well. How had he been such a fool?

      “Mai.” A single word left the asura’s lips. That was all he needed to say.

      The masked figure before him bowed her head. Acknowledgement, yet defiance remained as her shoulders rolled, the dangling chain links of her mechanical pauldrons rattling. He didn’t need to know what expression lay behind that disguise; he could already guess. Or, at least, he was pretty sure he could.

       “You know,” hummed a familiar electronic voice from a nearby speaker, “This really is no way to repay our generosity. Breaking into our humble workplace, after we so graciously invited you into our home? Tsk tsk. You really are a shameless little rat. Pity we didn’t set up any mousetraps for you.” Even laced with a heavy layer of static, he knew that voice well.

       “Don’t play coy with me. I know who you are, too.” The Commander’s voice was quivering. “The red energy signature, the morbid jokes, that pretentious attitude… Mai’s identity was just the last piece of the puzzle.” His eyes narrowed, jaw set as he glared into the closest camera. “You really had me going for a bit there, too. I almost believed you might be the real deal.” A twisted laugh echoed through the room, tinny as it reverberated from every intercom at once.

      He knew that laugh, too. He’d certainly heard it enough times.

      Red meant danger. Red meant fire and molten metal.

     But most of all, it also meant Scarlet Briar.

     “Come now, I would have thought the truth would be even more impressive! It’s not every day you meet a literal ghost in the machine, darling.” The Commander rolled his eyes, unimpressed.

     “Oh please. Every Inquest flunkie knows how to merge a living being with a golem, it’s not that impressive. I’ve encountered at least a dozen different biomechanical prototypes over the course of my career.” An annoyed ‘tch’ could be heard crackling through the speakers.

     “And how many of them were able to utilize that procedure to anchor a Fractalized echo, hm?” He had to admit, hearing her actually sound a bit irritated was a nice change of pace. “Or, say, give that spirit total control over a supercomputer hub and by extension, the entire facility it operates? None, I imagine. But you silly little asura do so love to think you’re the smartest ones in the room…”

     “Hm,” he remarked, unable to resist poking the bear one last time, “I think you just described yourself, actually.” A sharp pneumatic hiss rattled maintenance pipes in the ceiling, and he couldn’t quite tell if the technomancer’s invocation was hissing at him on purpose or had literally blown a gasket. He suspected it to be a bit of both.

      But the altercation was swiftly cut off as one boot thumped the floor impatiently. The Sidewinder didn’t look impressed; her tense body posture spoke louder than any words. The gleaming golden claws of one gauntlet were gripping a pistol at her hip, though she hadn’t yet drawn it. He studied her for a long moment, waiting. She made no move to approach.

     “Whatever you may think of me,” she growled finally through rattling hardware, “This doesn’t have to end in a fight. Surrender quietly and we can put this behind us.” The Commander fell silent.

     There was something in her voice that he hadn’t caught before. It was easy to miss behind the layers of electronic filtering, but… The more he focused on it, the more certain he was. He wasn’t sure how to feel about the revelation, something twisting unpleasantly in his gut. Suddenly he wondered if that mask was worn to disguise more than just her identity.

     … She was scared of him. The Sidewinder wasn’t shaking from anger, but fear.

     And in spite of all the poking and prodding, ASP still hadn’t made a single attempt to harm him. Neither of the two had, waiting for him to make the first move. They didn’t want to fight.

     The Commander wasn’t the type to back down from a scrap, no matter how impossible the odds. He’d taken on entire armies practically alone, slain massive heaps of raging dragon corruption, dismantled legions of mechanical horrors. He wasn’t afraid to use force if he had to– but that was just it, wasn’t it? He could feel his own hands shaking. This doesn’t have to end in a fight. The Mai he’d known rarely showed that kind of restraint. She only ever gave up when pushed into a corner, beaten down and hopeless.

     This woman was so broken she’d given up before the battle even began.

     There was no honor to be found in defeating someone like that. The mere thought of it just made him feel like a mean-spirited bully.

     A long, heavy sigh escaped the asura’s lips and, with no small amount of reluctance… He allowed his weapons to clatter to the floor. The Commander hoped he wasn’t going to regret that. For a long moment all was silent aside from the continuous blare of that alarm.

     “... Er..” To his amusement, the Sidewinder actually sounded a bit incredulous. “You’re.. Actually surrendering?” She straightened slowly, as if unsure what exactly she should be doing under these circumstances; this clearly wasn’t an outcome she’d actually expected. Even ASP seemed to be at a loss for words, her various jade tech artillery modules around the room slowly lowering in apparent confusion. Clearly the ‘AI’ wasn’t as much of a loose cannon as she liked to pretend.

     It wasn’t something he was used to doing either, but… This time, it felt like the right choice. The Commander nodded. “I am.” His former adversary only seemed to be even more perplexed, shifting her weight back and forth awkwardly before glancing pointedly at his dropped weapons.

     “... If I were to pass on what happened here, you'd be imprisoned at best, but most likely banished from the premises.” He could hear the inner conflict in the Sidewinder's tone. She paused for a long moment, head slightly lowered; only after seeing her nod a few times did he realize she was conducting a silent conversation with ASP. After a long, uncomfortable silence, she lifted one gauntlet and snapped her fingers.

     ASP’s alarms went silent as all the room's defenses retreated back into their hidden panels. All that remained of ASP's presence now were a few illuminated screens and the Sidewinder herself, her mask's red eyes watching the Commander in silent contemplation. He didn't interrupt, waiting patiently for her final verdict– only for the staring contest to finally break as she made a gruff ‘ahem’ into one gauntlet.

     “... Just put those away,” she ordered finally. “Gods know what sort of magical radiation you're packing. I'd rather not risk frying my hardware by handling them, but if anyone catches you armed then you're on your own.” He knows what she really means and won't say; if she confiscated his weapons they’d have to be logged. She's keeping him off the books. He gave her a nod of understanding and finally crouched to retrieve them, returning the weapons to his bag.

     “It really isn't an act, is it?” he inquired finally. “When I broke in here I assumed you were trying to pull a fast one on me, but…” Glancing to the cameras, he frowned. “You two really aren't planning anything are you?” The Sidewinder snorted quietly.

     “Oh you silly thing,” chuckled ASP with no small amount of amusement, “You really thought that, what, we lured you here as part of some nefarious trap? Come now, we both know I'm a more effective schemer than that.”

     “What she means to say,” clarified the Sidewinder with an exasperated shake of her head, “is that if we wanted to hurt you, leading you right into our base would be one hell of a stupid way to start.” One hand raised, resting on the side of her mask. Hesitation. “But… I get it. You don't trust us, and we don't trust you. Sooner or later something was going to have to give, and I know hiding so much didn't do us any favors. It’s time we talked… Face to face.”

     Click. The mask popped loose, electronics flickering out as it slid forward from the mechanical latches shifting underneath. When she drew it away, the sharp gaze that met the Commander's eyes told him everything.

      The woman staring back at him with weary eyes certainly was Mai Trin… But not as he'd ever seen her.

      She looked so tired and worn. Scars marked her jaw and vanished down into the collar of her coat, tracing old chemical burns that must have been excruciatingly painful. The wear of many years was written all over her features; he couldn't tell whether she was really that much older than the Mai he'd known, or if those creases had been carved by stress and pressure alone. This was the face of someone who'd been through the depths of hell and brought it back with her. There was no escape from the nightmares that lived on in her eyes.

     When he'd seen Mai drunken and rambling, abandoned by her crew with nothing left of her legacy except the barely coherent spirit of her former boss, he thought that was as damaged as the woman could possibly get. Maybe the Sidewinder was more stable, but he couldn't begin to imagine what could leave her with such a deeply haunted look. The Commander knew that look, though. He knew it very, very well.

      It was the same he saw whenever he looked in the mirror, thinking about all the things he could've done differently and all the lives he couldn't save.

      The Commander's gaze softened. Mai had wanted so desperately to be more than the horrors of her past. But in the end, no matter how far she ran, the darkness of her history always had a way of catching her up and dragging her down with it. He doubted this was what she'd had in mind, but it proved one thing he'd only ever been able to guess at before.

      … All she'd ever really needed was a chance to be someone better.

      “I shouldn't have ransacked your files,” he admitted, scratching behind one ear. “That was pretty reckless, even with my suspicions. I thought I knew what I was getting into, but… I apologize for misjudging you.” The Commander thought for a moment, brows furrowing. “Your version of Scarlet isn't exactly the industry standard either, is she?”

      “Well you certainly did find the rudest possible way to phrase that, now didn't you?” the invocation huffed. “But no, I suppose I'm not what you would consider a ‘standard’ echo of Scarlet Briar, as far as the Mists are concerned. Though I like to think that's a good thing.”

      “She died early,” the Sidewinder elaborated quietly. “Before the war even began. Her Alliance had barely even come together. Because of that she's a lot less… Corrupted. Turns out not having a dragon in her head does wonders for her sanity.”

     “See? As I said, it's a good thing.” Despite the revenant's somber tone, he could've sworn ASP sounded more chipper than ever. “I for one quite like being stable and well-adjusted. Isn't it nice when we aren't trying to kill each other?” In spite of himself, the Commander couldn't help a slight wry smile. He was starting to grasp her sense of humor a little bit more. For all her jokes, she was all bark and no bite.

      The last thing ASP wanted was to go back to square one.

      “Well, it's an improvement.” He maintained that smile. “At least now when you get an itchy trigger finger, you don't actually follow through on it.”

      “Exactly!” she cackled, apparently ecstatic that he was playing along. “See Mai, he gets it! These days I just traumatize nuisances with words instead of violence. It’s MUCH more efficient and I don't get confined to a toaster for maiming some incompetent clerk that doesn't know what an arcanomatrix cryotemperate modulator is.” The Sidewinder rubbed one hand over her face with the most drawn out exasperated sigh he'd ever heard. And that was quite a feat considering how many ridiculous questions had been asked of his poor college professors in class…

     “Please don't encourage her,” she groaned. “You're going to give me a hangover and I haven't even started drinking yet.” The Commander raised an eyebrow at her thoughtfully.

     “... ‘Yet?’ So I take it you haven’t kicked that habit?”

     “Try getting through a day with that menace rattling around in your skull and you'll understand.” ASP gasped in feign offense, but the theatrics were sign enough that she wasn't actually upset. He was starting to figure that out pretty quickly.

     … The two of them really were just joking around with him now weren't they? It was a surprisingly comforting revelation– not only that they trusted him enough to include him in their banter… But that he also felt good enough about it to join in naturally, too. Maybe, just maybe, this was going to work out okay in the end. Their casual snark actually reminded him of some of his friends from Dragon's Watch.

     “Fair enough,” he agreed, that smile still in place– even as ASP let out another offended gasp in turn. It was remarkable how quickly the tension had melted away now that they were actually being transparent with each other. Maybe that was all they’d really needed.

     A leap of faith, no matter what consequences it may entail.

     “Well, while you two were ganging up on me like the little traitors you are,” ASP bit back, “I’ve gone ahead and finished logging this security breach as a hardware malfunction in the official records. You’re welcome, you ungrateful drones.” He caught a faint ‘snrk’ from the Sidewinder.

     “Yes, thank you ASP.” With that, she made a swiping gesture in front of her with one gauntlet to summon a levitating holotablet, and then swiped and tapped a few more times before dismissing the display with a flick. “There, went ahead and cleared out my schedule for the day. I have a feeling this chat might take some time, Commander.” With that, she retrieved a stool from the edge of the room and placed it next to her desk, flopping into her own seat with a surprisingly casual air. He almost expected her to put her boots on the table, but apparently that level of disdain was strictly reserved for business meetings and politics.

     Understanding the prompt, he took a seat on the stool with a nod of agreement. “Then we’d better get started. I think we’ve got a lot to catch up on, Mai.”

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     It was a bit haunting, she thought. The look on his face as she concluded her briefing felt so strange to her. Perhaps this Commander was full of surprises. And perhaps he wasn’t. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure whether his reaction was what she expected or not.

     Such keen sympathy wasn’t something she was accustomed to seeing on that face.

     But, for all his familiarity, the person wearing that face was much different from the one she’d known. And the Sidewinder had known that– of course she did– but had she been prepared for it? Not as well as she’d thought, it seemed. Even knowing the heart that beat within him was kind and warm, she still found herself waiting to find cold, bitter ice waiting in his eyes.

     This wasn’t her Commander. And she’d keep reminding herself of that until she believed it.

     “... I’m sorry,” he spoke finally. “It does explain a lot, though. And.. Strange as it is, I can relate.” The asura’s brows creased once more, studying her briefly before glancing at the red flickers that danced along a magitech display. “It seems like everyone around this place has a knack for defying expectations.” She caught the hint of a smile tugging at his lips, if for just a moment. But then it was gone– and he fixed his focused golden eyes on her once more, contemplative. “But… There’s one more thing I’d like to ask, if I may.” The Sidewinder felt her jaw clench ever-so-slightly, but she gave him a nod nonetheless.

    “Alright, ask away.” She had a bad feeling she already knew what his question would be.

    “... You never mentioned the Grand High Sovereign’s name.” She hated when she was right.

    “Trust me,” she answered quietly. “You’re better off not knowing.”

    But she could already see the answer in his eyes. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t telling him. She didn’t have to. He already knew. There was no hiding this truth from him, no matter how deeply she wished to. The guard rails were already off, and it was far too late to put them back on.

     Commander Ruju watched her silently with those tired, tired eyes, and she couldn’t help thinking how much different the two were. His expression was weary in a way that only the living could accomplish; there was a fire still burning deep within, smoldering under a layer of long-blackened ash. He kept it guarded carefully, but if you were to set your hand over the cinders, you would still sear your fingers on its concealed flame. Resolve like that had been tempered by a lifetime of strain, endlessly fighting against the flow of fate.

      The Ruju she’d known was empty and cold, forever seeking the darkness that would one day fill in where a living heart was meant to beat. There was nothing in his eyes, not even hate. That asura had felt more like a machine than a living being even before he replaced so much of his body with rigid, unfeeling metal. Now she wasn’t sure if he had a living heart at all.

      What had made him that way? The Sidewinder didn’t know, and likely never would.

      He lowered his eyes finally, one stubby claw starting to trace circles on the desk in front of him. “That’s why you chose me, isn’t it?” She couldn’t quite identify the emotion in his voice. Regret? Frustration? Resignation? All of the above? “I’m the only option you haven’t tried.” There was no blame in it, though. She almost wished that there was.

       “Lots of Commanders have tried,” the Sidewinder admitted. “None of them survived. You–”

       “I can do it.” Her heart sank, breath hitching sharply. “I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again. I might be the only one who can.” The earnest fire that broke out in his voice– the fierce resolve. She knew that expression, and she was never, ever going to let this happen again.

       “Don’t.” He seemed almost taken aback by the firmness of her tone. “The last thing we need to do is to feed another corpse into that lunatic’s meat grinder.”

       “Your chances of survival are roughly 0.000001 percent, dear,” ASP chimed in coldly. “And that’s assuming you flee at the start of battle. Victory? That’s a hard 0. I’ve run the statistics. And believe you me, a supercomputer powered by an intellect like mine simply doesn’t make errors.”

       Commander Ruju paused at that, but she could tell he was thinking. Finally there was a light tap of his nail against the table once more. His resolve was unwavering, but she saw something else this time– a flash of cunning. Maybe he was most used to having immense brute force on his side, but… That wasn’t how he got his start. Before Ruju was a soldier, he was a scientist.

      “Then, how do we even the odds?” The Sidewinder could feel her invocation smile.

      “... That’s more like it. Now you’re thinking like a strategist, Commander.”

[cerealandchoccymilk]

(reads the first page of the first notebook in no longer human/a shameful life) its so autistic in here its scary

[drabbleitout]

Find the Word Tag

Tagged by: @artdecosupernova-writing over here! Like, 30 years ago (Thank you!) My words: Find, Leave, Settle, March, Begin, Tough Tagging: @winterandwords, @sleepy-night-child, @abalonetea, @ashen-crest, @kaiusvnoir, and anyone else who would like to join in! Your Words: Equal, Twitch, Fever, Period, and Vision

Find

[Garnet] grabbed one of the TLN bottles from the console, studying the cone-shaped spout that had a small line of plastic tubing. Fitting the sealed end of the straw between his teeth, he tore it open. The purple liquid inside began to glow, much like what was soaked into their clothes, as if once it made contact with oxygen, turned into a glowstick. Again, he fumbled with what to do next. “Okay, how does this work? It’s got a straw… do you drink it?” Beau tilted his head to the side, weakly reaching up to scrabble at a panel on the side of his neck. Getting the hint, Garnet leaned over, helping to open it to find a valve stem. He wrapped an arm behind Beau’s head to help angle him correctly to fit the tube into the valve. With a hesitant glance, he finally tipped the bottle on its end. "Like that?" he asked quietly. "Yeah." Beau rest his head against Garnet’s arm

Leave

"Jago's here," Ryker more croaked than whispered, stepping against the wall with another calming breath. From where he was standing, Ives couldn't see anyone through the window, but placed a supportive hand on Ryker's shoulder. "He's, uh, a social worker" –Congruity Error– "part of my case after I left the military." "You don't like him," Ives observed. "I mean," He meant yes, "I just didn't expect him here, for this." Ryker leaned against the wall, closing his eyes while going through several breaths. "Should I ask him to leave?" Ives frowned at the door. "No, no. He's just doing his job. It'll be fine."

Settle(d)

"Look," Ryker interrupted, eyes clamped shut. "I'm fine, alright? I got this stupid headband-thing. It's supposed to work, right? So I should be fine. I don't wanna take up yer time." Ives' HUD alerted him of the odd accent. "You aren't taking up my time," Ives whispered smoothly, ignoring it. "I wanted to be here, to help you get settled. That's why I went to the hospital to meet you." "I shouldn't need help," he fumbled to try and scoot down the couch, face carefully turned away. Ives remained where he was, frowning. "Have I done something?" He asked once Ryker had made it to a comfortable distance. "Why are you suddenly acting so distant?" "I'm not," Ryker blurted. "I'm just sayin', I'm fine."

March

(Surprisingly didn't have this one)

Begin

Even as short of a walk as it was, they were soaked by the time they reached Valetta. She glanced up to Lora, enough explained through one look to know Beau wasn't well. "Hey Beauregard," she gently smiled, taking him from Lora to bring into the foyer. "Nasty weather, isn't it? Come on, let's get you into something warm and dry. Here," she ushered him over to the bench that held their shoes, sitting him down to begin taking off his shoes. "I can," Beau whimpered, making a half hearted attempt to do so himself. "It's okay, I gotcha," Valetta shook her head, finishing them off. She stacked them neatly standing to offer out her hands, "come on, I've got just the thing and Lora has some Puerquitos you should try. We'll get some of that and watch a movie, how about that?" He took her hands, nodding as he was pulled to his feet.

Tough

Beau nodded, unbuckling himself and reaching for the door latch. "Wait a second," Ryker whispered, stopping him. "This looks like a tough one. Why don't you hold it down here for this one?" His expression became somewhat strained, pinching upwards on the inner corners of his brow, a slight, uncomfortable skew of his mouth. "You believe my presence will make them more upset." "No," Ryker scowled, over-animated and far too fast. He was lying.

[scriptospark]

anyway I meme about Kafka being "mom-like" to trailblazer stuff but it's important to remember that a. Kafka and them worked together and b. she sees them as an equal

that being said, ships I'm so far interested in exploring include

Kafka + Himeko, Kafka + Blade, Kafka + Trailblazer, Kafka + Natasha (this is a favorite let me live)

I'll reach out to folks about the shipping call probably tomorrow tho & I'm pretty open to most ships romantic or platonic.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

fragments of the day

“You’ve got so many knots tonight, Kento,” Yu commented, and though Kento couldn’t see him, he was sure Yu was frowning. “You gotta tell me when it starts to get this bad, okay?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

I didn’t want to bother you.

“You’re my best friend, Kento. I’m always gonna worry about you,” Yu replied easily, pushing into his muscles even harder and damn, that felt amazing; Yu really was good at giving massages. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

Kento sucked in a breath, then coughed, trying to play it off as a tic. How was Yu able to be so open with him? How was he able to share what’s in his heart? Hell, Kento can’t even say I love you. He has to rely on don't be stupid and be careful to get the message across.

Sometimes, he wished he were more like Yu.

So, Kento passed him another orange.

[or, nanami has bad shoulder pain and haibara makes it a little better]

⛅️12,868 words | nanami & haibara, nanami & gojo🌥

chapter one

chapter two

[mistfallengw2]

Brain "Yes, Adamas as an AU Commander/Champion of Aurene is really good... but what if, Tocchix in that role?" Me "But there are more AUs around him than anyone else!" Brain "Okay, but think of the new levels of angst!" Me "... Yes, honey 😞"

[thebingoo]

these ones are old and i dont like them as much but here ya go

[jamieanovels]

find the word!

thanks for the tag (twice) @mjjune <3

my words: sorrow, sick, sock, slice, spread, heart, pulse, hair, sigh, gasp

your words: after, bright, sink, mess, pin

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these are mostly from tea cow, with a couple pulled from older wips when i couldn't find the word

Sorrow

N/A

Sick

Airports reminded her of college, of leaving Eldham for the first time, transitioning from clueless child into functional adult. She thought she’d done that already—and been proud of it—but here she was again. The sick deja vu of it all reached its peak once she was on the plane, trying to take up as little space as she could while she heavy-breathed into a bag. The plastic smelled like claustrophobia, like she herself was being packaged and sent back to the warehouse for re-purchase. 

Sock(ed) (from Emergence)

The blow caught her off guard. Her head swung sideways so hard she barely had time to process before her body hit the ground, and then another punch socked her solidly in the gut. All of Lucie’s thoughts scattered, and she curled forward with a groan, immediately losing her lunch (and some blood). Her head spun as her arm shot back instinctively, trying to gain purchase, thinking damn it, too late, too late. Of course, now was the moment when she actually needed Quin’s fighting skills to back her up. He would know that she couldn’t expose herself, but it was too late for that too. 

Slice(s) (from unnamed Beauty and the Beast ace retelling)

“There’s only one of me,” the piece of magic said with a small laugh, but this time it was coming from a different direction. Iridi whirled back around and bit back a cry as a snake, this one as white as if it were scaled with slices of pearl, slid like some hallucination out of the wardrobe of dresses. It hovered in front of Iridi’s face, pink tongue quivering in the air, and then its face broke into a smile that sent a shiver down Iridi’s spine. 

Spread

When Belle walked in on Ruby hunched over the bathtub with the toiletries she’d been planning to pack spread out around her like war shrapnel, Ruby almost cried. She just barely scraped by with a dry face, but her expression contorted anyway. Belle seemed to almost regret what she was about to say, but she said it anyway. 

“Do you need me to grab those for you?”

“Yes,” Ruby seethed. 

Heart

A flutter of discomfort flashed across Mason’s face. He seemed to sense that there was some conversation going on below the surface that he couldn’t hear. His eyes darted between Ruby, her mother, and the white tile floor before returning to his food. Ruby noted that, while her dàn bǐng was still lightly steaming, his looked cold. Her heart twisted, and suddenly, she wanted to wrestle the conversation back. Save him. The childhood Mason had seen every conversation with an adult as an interrogation. His hands would be shaking under the table.

Pulse(d)

Then she dropped her head into her hands and focused on her breathing. Her forehead pulsed. A cloud of thick pressure drifted like heavy fog between her eyes, lingering at her left eyebrow, before it slowly began to make its way over to her other eyebrow. Ruby squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think. The whole process was a bit like trying to have a conversation with someone through several layers of gauze.

Hair

“Understanding each other isn’t small,” Mason said with a frown. “That is the basis of friendship.”

“Well, yeah. On a bigger scale. But…like…” She paused, and then flipped onto her stomach, gazing at him. Her hair was mussed from where it had been mashed into the pillow. “Do you still like butternut squash?” 

Mason blinked, the question catching him off-guard. “Yeah. Don’t you?”

Sigh

“Urgh!” she huffed, slamming her fist into the half-moon rock in frustration. A flash of movement caused her to snap her head up—only to watch in bemusement as her distinctly purple ballpoint pen plopped into the creek with a small splash. She froze, stunned. Looked down at her empty hand. Let out a slow, exasperated sigh. Yes, this had to happen, right now.

Gasp(ed) (from Emergence)

“You’ll miss!! You’re bluffing! You couldn’t possibly—”

“I don’t miss,” Lucie said coldly, and brought her hands together. The white lines of the bond that she had just forged glowed as if from the inside and then shattered like glass. Each line aimed at the man’s heart and Lucie looked on, icy as ever. 

The man’s last words had been gasped out: “We could have...helped you. I could have helped you. You’ve always been like a daughter to me.”

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[tianshiisdead]

Tbh I think *** wang yao is so unpopular in my main ships that I almost never have any reason to complain so most ppl prob dont know how annoying I get when I see smthn I cant filter 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒 I do wish ppl would tag t/b if they r gonna be publishing fic on anonymous ie cannot be blocked from tag results by author, like there r other ways to block things u don't want to even look at from search results but they do take longer than a simple tag filter or -(author name)

[bookswebothdrowned]

So I've gained a lot (in my opinion,at least hahahaha) of followers on here lately. I have no idea why,but...thank you? I'm not on tumblr with the goal of having lots of followers, I literally made the account to interact with the TAD fandom a bit more. Hahahhaah but,yeah,thanks.

[malusrecord]

((And before anyone asks; yes I'm solving all the new stuff by hand. Writing everything out (and crossing shit out lol) like god intended!!!!!))