#thank god i'm FINALLY DONE WITH THIS

[glo-shroom]

yes & no by Natalie Wee | Trigun Ultimate Overhaul

[dangoulains-devotion]

vincent valentine week 2024 - day 1; surprise/sweet

a short comic based off of a thought the end of advent children gave me - what if once in a while aerith could, for a short time, communicate via phones? it's a bit of a stretch idea but i thought it'd be cute!

[anewp0tat0]

looks like I can draw again!!

Sebastian called him "orphan" for the rest of the week.

[ricky-mortis]

S1 Pulp Musicals Gang my beloved

[mrs-gauche]

I beat Veilguard.

It's 4am. I'm a mess. I'm in tears.

[of-the-eventide]

It weighs as it should, Ito... Now... Get up. You are not welcome to death just yet sinner.

auraugust 2024 - decay

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kirby (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kirby & Magolor (Kirby) Characters: Magolor (Kirby), Kirby (Kirby) Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Family, Nightmares, Chronic Illness, Character Study

Summary:

Magolor struggles from his ordeal with the Master Crown, both physically and emotionally, even long after it's over. But he has everything he's ever wanted — no, needed — now, and so he can't possibly complain. Suffering in silence is a small price to pay, if it means holding onto everything bright and beautiful he's been blessed to have, that he knows he doesn't deserve.

Kirby, however, has other plans.

super happy belated birthday to Magolor and Return to Dream Land; here’s 13k of the egg being bullied (affectionate) <3

[astrobei]

a body in motion - chapter 4

“I’m saying–” Mike tries again, “I’m going to do something so stupid– so, so stupid– and I need you to tell me not to.”

[blorbologist]

Spotify Wrapped Writing Game - #33 with Sylas and/or Delilah.

33: The Road Most Travelled, Morrowind Soundtrack

The carriage ride to Port Damali is tantamount to torture. 

Imagine: a nauseating haze, wherein you are afflicted with every possible form of weakness. Cradled by sickness like a babe without even the force to cry, to the point pain is no relief. To the point the only kindness you can hope for is an end, as bloody or bile-filled as it need be, so long as it spares her the ache of this fruitless effort. 

Imagine, then, that you are more alive than you ever were. Fast as a man chased by devils, more powerful, even crueler - finally, finally, a match for her. 

And then Sylas and Delilah stuffed themselves into carriages and inns and all sorts of cramped, terrible places. For weeks.

They cannot be Sylas and Delilah Briarwood; that would attract too much attention. And the Cobalt Soul, once his condition was discovered, has been nothing if not attentive.

Under the guise of perfectly bland travelers, they cannot have undead horses that need no rest or feed. Or reanimated carriageboys who do not ask for sleep or a tip, if it pleases mi’lord? And they certainly cannot be followed by a string of brutal murders to stretch Sylas’ sore muscles. or fully appreciate the gift Delilah has given him. or to alleviate the boredom from spending most of each day trapped in a rolling box. 

The coffin would almost be better! At least it has dirt in it. Except the one time he tried (look at him, experimenting - Delilah has rubbed off on him) the jostling made him very sick. And it would do no good to be sick after his dear Delilah went to such lengths to make sure he never would be again. 

So. Carriage it is.

He can’t even chew out the scenery - they travel by day to avoid suspicion, which requires the curtains be kept cinched shut. For a time, it was almost distracting to try and guess what the world outside was like. The carefully slow pace of the horses on narrow roads running between trees or alongside cliffs. The quality of the road, the type of gravel or sand or soil or cobble beneath their wheels, implying the terrain and civilization beyond. 

(And there’s another issue. Baggage kept carefully in the coffin and carefully selected feedings at night. Because there’s no one but them, and the carriageboy, and the horses, and Delilah’s blood is loud whenever she looks at him.)

Sylas is this close to braining himself on the ornate wood panelling for lack of something to do. Test out the healing factor. That would irk Delilah, though.

Which is about the only distraction he has: however twitchy he might be, Delilah is handling the boredom far, far less gracefully.

Wizards are very used to convenience, he’s found - and their journey is one long, long inconvenience. 

The carriage wheels purr. To their left, the world hisses out breath in gentle sighs. Sylas licks his lips; the air smells like blood. Like salt.

With a discreet peek at his wife, Sylas inches the arm he has lazily thrown over their seat. His fingers play with the edge of the velvet curtain. A glance - she’s engrossed in the trashy smut novel, dog-eared by now. Gently, he tugs the fabric open, revealing - 

He easily catches the book Delilah just threw at him.

“Sylas,” she hisses.

Pouting, he looks over the poor novel for damage. “Delilah,” he replies, aghast. “I never thought I would see you treat a book so terribly.” (He is, admittedly, a touch fond of this one. It has made their nights in various dreary inns interesting… if only due to Delilah's spite and irritation.)

She repeats, “Sylas! It’s midday.”

“But I’ve never seen the ocean before, dear.”

“You’ll burn, Sylas. The ocean will still be there tonight - it would be nice if you were, too.”

With exaggerated dejection he stares longingly at the curtains. The light filters through them just so - like skeins of flesh from flayed prey. How’s that for romantic prose? “I suppose. If it makes you happy.”

Delilah huffs. “Very happy.” She wiggles around, seething, until she finds a comfortable position. It just so happens that this means curling up against his side in such a way that will surely give her a sore back within the hour.

Perching his chin in his hands completes his dejected portrait - but it also serves to hide his smile. He doesn't actually care to see the ocean. Not really - Delilah's ire is more lovely than any view. And it’s fun, being her distraction. 

Maybe he should try reading the novel, to further entertain her on this long ride.

For my Spotify Wrapped prompt game!

[vaguely-concerned]

I was just ambushed within the turbulent halls of my own mind by some headcanons about rye ingellvar's childhood that did 15000000 points of psychic damage to me and my heart personally and also made me almost sure of how I want to play it all at the end (very very differently from how I imagined going in!). some 'oh holy fuck this changes everything' rocking my own world bullshit going on in my neurons right now I'm reeling

[theinfinitedivides]

Sonakshi one shot take for Tilasmi Bahein. Sonakshi one shot take for Tilasmi Bahein God pls just give me one chance with her that's all i want one honest chance i swear i'll be so good to her—

[thatonepikminperson]

Chapters: 30/30 Fandom: Pikmin (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

HELL YEAH, I FINALLY DID IT! 30/30 CHAPTERS WOOOOOO!

I know I put this at the end of the fic, but I’M COPY AND PASTING IT HERE TOO!

‘Shout outs to GrubDog for making a fic (Fragile Things was so good lol) that kinda made me want to write my own, Nookisms (Snow Blindness was also another really good one), all of the Bernard/Dingo Ship Fics (And Bingo Was Their Name-O might have made me a Bernard and Dingo Shipper), bonkersbananas for Predicament and Healing Old Wounds, PicantePepito for Pink Camellia, lyrqxa for just like before, CosmicMishap for That’s Just The Norm, (All I just listed have a tab on my phone so I can return to them anytime because this is normal behavior right?), honestly anyone who writes and/or reads Pikmin fanfiction, y’all are great, I love reading your stories, don’t worry, I’m just cheering from the sidelines, all my homies from the Tumblr and Reddit sides y'all crazy I love you, and final shout out to Splitsterart, as their art kinda inspired me to write during those days of “Dear god how do I word.”’

Yippee!

[earl-grey-crow]

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[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🌸 !!CHAPTER FIVE POSTED!! 🌸

Title: Four Walls

Tags: slow burn, domesticity, friends to lovers, smut, pining post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

[not-brionnnne]

hey has anyone ever considered doing shinjiro smut for after the fade to black but he lays you across his lap, like has anyone ever considered the canon praise kink with him more—shinjiro who scolds you, calls you trouble and tells you to stay close to him like a "good girl", shinjiro who acts tough, pretends to be fed up with you pushing him around (he loves it, but that doesn't mean you're not gonna hear about it), ignoring what he wants, so two can play that game, and you think, god, he's not holding back anymore, he's going to kiss me, finally, we're going to— but no, he settles on his bed and pats his lap and tells you that you need to "take responsibility" for teasing him like that, messing with his feelings — "be a good girl." remember, you started this.

[dyed-indigo]

most of the rest of the ref sheets i'm updating. i'm also doing crunch and wesker's, but you know me. crusker gets their own post.