#thank you for the ask my love

[cyraclove]

an AU where Chrissy runs away right after graduation, leaving a note basically saying, "peace out girl scouts go fuck urself mom" and Eddie accidentally finds her 5 years later at a gig he's playing in New York (or maybe somewhere international like London) 👀

okay tricia you know that I had to have A Think about this one

Eddie’s been on an international tour with Corroded Coffin for almost a year, opening for another big metal band. He’s not sure why he’s so unhappy. This is everything he thought he wanted, but the hollowness of being unfulfilled anyway eats away at him.

The band is playing in Paris, which is a big deal. Eddie’s never been before, so on their day off he takes himself on a little tour of the city to see all the highlights.

He stops at a cafe midday for coffee and sits outside smoking a cigarette while he just watches people go by (this is a very French thing to do) and ends up seeing none other than Chrissy Cunningham

Eddie calls out to her and Chrissy is thrilled to see him, telling him that she didn’t even register that it was him at first because he ‘looked so French’. She looks amazing. Glowing, happy.

Chrissy’s been in Paris since she left Hawkins. She’d taken all of the money she had a picked a place to go, and she’d always dreamt of seeing Paris. She’d gotten a job at a parfumerie as the perfumer’s apprentice, and now works there full-time. They talk for hours until Chrissy has to go, asking Eddie to please drop by her store before he leaves the city.

[soliloquent-stark]

for the ask game: 🍄🖍️🛠️

🍄 Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

i wanted to be clever about this but instead i will just say: T.S. + B.B. = ❤️, because that's something new for me. 🫣🤭

🖍️ Post Any sentence from your wip

The abundance of pet names is new and bittersweet; it acts like a makeshift bandage for his heart, the way a band-aid would patch up an open wound with freshly torn sutures.

🛠️ Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

oh, i am struggling with all of my wips! :( but probably the biggest dilemma right now stems from the fact honey whiskey sort of took a new direction without my control, and i need to decide if i follow the desire path it's carved for itself, or if i trust my gut and try to bring it back on the original track. 🫠

[unusual-raccoon]

you know what? i think lucerys finds extremely sexy the fact that jacaerys is prince of dragonstone 😩 like, people (the greens) can call them bastards as much as they want, but jacaerys is the heir and the prince of dragonstone and there’s nothing more targaryen than being the head of their ancestral home 😩🤍

I have the worst headache and am just super frustrated rn, but this ask kinda got me out of it. Thank you, baby 🥺🤍.

There is nothing more Targaryen then being the prince/princess of Dragonstone. The birthplace of Aegon the Conqueror. Case and point, one of my favorite quotes from Luke (from the wiki):

It feels like everything they’ve ever been denied on account of their parentage and everything they‘ve strived to be worthy of. People (greens) like to say Rhaenyra’s sons were given everything while Alicent’s children had to work for what they got, but I think Jace ascending as Prince of Dragonstone is something that is earned.

I don’t think the likes of Daemon would support Jacaerys as heir above his own biological sons is he didn’t think Jace was worthy of it.

So… the moral of the story is Luke would start ovulating when Jace ascends the dragon seat!

Yeah, he finds it incredibly sexy. Wouldn’t it be crazy if Arrax started popping out clutches left and right after Jace becomes prince of Dragonstone 😩😮‍💨 ??

[thedarkestgreys]

Directors commentary for the baby baby series

the funniest thing about this series is that i don’t like unplanned pregnancy as a trope or baby/kid!Fic in general about 98% of the time. it’s all dependent on who is writing it tbh, but both are tropes that were quite common in past fandoms ive been in so im mostly just over reading it myself, so its never stuff i seek out. the fact that i have a series myself that uses these narratives is hilarious if you know just how much i don’t really fuck with it.

i imagine i’ll poke back around in that universe a few more times! pittsburgh!fexi has a place in my heart, but i allude to things in their past in california that i wanna get a chance to write down for yall to read. and maybe some things within that one year time period between part one and part three. and maybe some after part three. i have ✨thoughts✨

writing daddy kink was the most secondhand embarrassment experience i’ve ever had in all my years of fanfic writing. this series is the only one that will ever include that because i simply Can Not. but that said, i’m taken with the notion was a very good and much needed bit of happiness for me post angus passing because it was the first thing i could work on that didn’t have me in tears upon opening the doc ❤️

stop for a minute was written exclusively on my phone in gdocs over the course of two days because i sent beta sarah a text message from my classroom after bursting into tears when a string cover of stand by me unexpectedly popped up in the playlist i had picked for naptime and i wasn’t emotionally prepared for it. she followed that up with “but imagine lexi putting it on a playlist for her baby with fez and his reaction to finding it unexpectedly?” because she’s evil. luckily i already had a universe where this scenario worked out perfectly.

[tenmillionpoundsofsludge]

#26

HELLO HANDSOME

Easily one of my favorite love songs ever it just makes me so happy...I love any songs about the small simple things about being in love :) 💗

[softquietsteadylove]

I came across @theshipper47 's "Forgetting" and something crawled into my mind. We know Mahd Wy'ry is like a mixture of PTSD and Dementia. And Thena is getting confused more often. So i thought about Thena waking up at home, in hers and Gilgameshs bed and not knowing where she is. Gil is making breakfast or something and Thena is wandering around the house, confused, without any memory. Gil is noticing her weird behavior and wants to aks her what's wrong but Thena summons an sword, holding it against his throat and screaming at him, who he is, where she is. And it concerns Gil a lot.

If you have time and feel well enough to write something, maybe this is something you would like to write. Hugs and much love to you! 🖤✨

She woke in a strange place, with a strange feeling. The room was nice, but she didn't know why she was there. She was in a bed. It also felt strange.

It smelled of herself, and of someone else, too.

Thena pulled herself up, looking around the room. The bed was clearly slept in frequently, the sheets wrinkled and the mattress softened from age. There was a breeze coming through the window, making the thin white curtains billow. Wherever she was, the climate was mild.

She slipped a foot out of bed, and then stood. She felt fine. Her limbs functioned as necessary, her breathing was unhindered and she could feel the ebb and flow of Cosmic Energy within her.

She couldn't remember anything, though.

She was Thena. She was the Warrior Eternal. She was chosen by Arishem to be an Eternal assigned to Earth, and...nothing.

Thena approached the door, seeming to be hand carved. A lot of the home around her seemed to be hand crafted, or if not, then certainly fitted into the house to contribute to its comfortable habitat.

Thena listened to the world outside the door. The wind was light, and perhaps it was not just a mild climate but an arid environment in which she found herself. There was someone outside.

Thena breathed in, calling a blade into her hand--something medium in size and manoeuvrable in case her adversary was adaptable. She turned the doorknob delicately, careful of every rattle it made.

There was a man outside. He was humming to himself in the kitchen, preparing some form of sustenance. He had a smile on his face--it was a nice smile. He seemed joyful in nature, but his build betrayed him; he had the form of a Fighter.

Thena poked her head around the corner again, trying to observe more about him. His presence was not wholly unfamiliar to her, which was a surprise in its own right. She didn't know him. But she wasn't filled with adrenaline, her heart wasn't pounding with the thrill of the fight. In fact, it seemed quite happy and contented by his presence.

"Thena!"

She leapt, flying over to him and pinning him against the counter behind him. Her blade hovered at his throat as she held his eyes--deep brown and expressing every thought that ran through his head. "Who are you?"

"What?"

"I will not repeat it," she stated, still holding him back. But his body was totally relaxed. He wasn't even thinking about resisting her, and her questions doubled in her head. "Where am I?"

"Oh," his face fell, and she almost felt a little bad for him (when she was the one in some foreign land). He sighed, "Thena."

Her eyes narrowed; how did he know her name? She remained still, weighing the tactical advantages of her options. Her head tilted just a fraction at him, "who are you?"

He seemed pained by her question, but he smiled. It seemed to come naturally to him, despite the way she had his neck within her grasp. "Gilgamesh."

Gilgamesh: the Strongest Eternal.

His name was in her head. She knew who he was, at least on a conceptual level.

"Gil," he corrected himself, looking at her with those eyes again. There was so much in them she couldn't pull anything from them, like trying to read an entire story with all of its words piled on top of each other. "You call me Gil."

"Gil," she offered, as a test, and he brightened. How could a Fighter allow himself to be so easily read by the enemy? Did he have no sense of preservation? She backed up from him, just slightly. "You know who I am."

His eyes stayed on her, those multitudes - those many, many lifetimes - of words rushing through them again. They were getting clearer to her, though. "I do."

Thena took a step back from him, her hair moving against her shoulders. She was wearing some soft, breezy dress. She liked it, but it was a surprise to not be wearing the armour she had expected, or even the standard grey robes afforded to any Eternal crew.

"Are you hungry?" he - Gil - asked gently, gesturing to a chair at the table. "You can have something to eat. I just made some eggs."

Thena tilted her head at him in the other direction. She could feel the Cosmic Energy in him--could feel the way it reacted to hers and created this funny kind of pull within her. It was as if her body longed to be connected to his, by just a touch--a hand in a hand, a touch to a cheek. She eyed the chair.

Gil held his hands up, stepping away slowly, letting her watch his movements. "You were asleep for a while, this time."

This time. This time?

"Explain," she glared at him from across the table. She didn't like feeling as if this stranger knew things about her that she did not. She didn't like how calm he seemed. She didn't like that she still couldn't seem to get her guard up around him.

"Mahd Wy'ry," he stated as if it were a name, "what does that mean in your head?"

Mahd Wy'ry: punishment. Maybe that wasn't the word, but it certainly seemed to feel that way when she heard it. It was pain, and suffering, and agony. It was disease and decay, misery and malaise.

Thena looked down at her hand, as if the answer could be scrawled there for her to simply read. Gold flickered under her skin. "I...I have Mahd Wy'ry?"

Gil got that grief stricken look on his face again, and her instinctive reaction to remedy it bothered her. "Yeah...it's been a long time."

"How long?" she asked more directly. This little hovel - this home in what appeared to be an endless desert - had so many things in it she didn't recognise.

Gil didn't even blink, "it's been a few hundred years, now. I don't count the days--doesn't make sense for us to, y'know?"

She did know (for whatever reason). But something was reassuring about him not counting each day spent here with her.

With her?

Thena inhaled, preparing herself for the olive branch she was about to extend, beyond dispelling her weapon. Hesitantly, she turned her head, looking back toward the room where she woke. Taking her eyes off him still didn't make her feel that looming sense of danger, which didn't make sense.

Arishem: creator, danger. Deviant: enemy, danger. Ikaris: ally, danger.

Gilgamesh...Gilgamesh...Gil...there was a word there she didn't have.

She looked back at Gil, who hadn't made a single move. He was still looking at her, waiting for her every move to dictate the next step, both of them on some terrifying edge of something.

"You smell like that bed."

He blushed. Fighters weren't supposed to blush. "Well, it is ours."

Ours: yours and mine, shared. Thena just stared at him. There was absolutely nothing in her mind that was an 'ours' in any way. As an Eternal, very little was even hers, aside from her title, her mission, and her mothership.

"I sleep there," she stated, and he nodded. She wondered how she might react if things were different. Were she anyone but the Warrior Eternal, would she feel vulnerable? Would she feel betrayed, or perhaps intrigued?

But she wasn't even surprised.

She knew it was him, in some corner of her mind. She had sensed him outside the room. She had felt the pull to go to him, and she had known as soon as she saw him that he was the one whose arms had been around her in her sleep.

Gil moved slowly, pulling off the apron he was wearing - a pink, flowery thing - and setting it on the counter by the sink. "You eat something, sit and rest for a bit. I'll be outside in the garden. Just...just call for me if you need anything--anything at all, okay?"

Thena just watched him take the furthest route around her to the door. He was giving her space, and it did not seem to be in fear of the consequence for not doing so. He knew her in the same way she knew him (however that was).

Thena looked back to the sink, with a plate sitting next to it and a pan with eggs on the stove. She tilted her head at it. "At least hang it up."

"Huh?"

Thena kept staring at the little pile of apron on the edge of the sink. Something pinged in the back of her mind, like seeing a light through a thick fog. "It doesn't go there--hang it up."

Gilgamesh walked back over to it, picking up the garment that was obviously precious to him. He looked at her, and she sorted through the maelstrom of things in his eyes to pull out that one, louder, stronger, bolder word in them. "And how do you know that?"

Thena blinked, shrugging her shoulders before sitting down in the seat he had left out for her.

"You just do," he supplied softly, handing over a plate with some scrambled eggs and a little sprig of a chive on top.

Because he always wanted her to eat something green.

How did she know the apron hook was by the fridge? She just did. How did she know he was the man who slept beside her at night? She just did. How did she know that she trusted him implicitly--so much so that her own instincts and training knew he wasn't a threat? She just did.

How did she know it was love in his eyes when he looked at her?

Because she loved him too, somehow.

[retquits]

1.6 is coming—see you march 19th!!! 🥹🌱

[adaki]

Do you draw Nina the killer perchance..

Yes and I end up disliking the drawings every time without fail but I thugged it out to give u this

[leakyweep]

Earth! ❤️❤️

Earth: Something that always reminds you of a loved one?

Growing up, I moved around with a lot of family members due to my mother being an addict, blah blah whateva. So, my aunt had custody of me for a while, and she was always my comfort person. She genuinely loves me and wants the best for me and I know I can tell her anything and she’ll love me.

That being said, growing up, she introduced me to Jim Carrey movies like Dumb and Dumber and Ace Ventura. We always quote them together, and it always brings me great comfort watching those movies and remembering how we still recite the scenes together despite it being over a decade since we started doing it. ♥️

[spielzeugkaiser]

Being on the nostalgia train this week really helped stretching my artistic legs again. So here, have some old things and some new! For now I'm done with this.

[lizardkingeliot]

do you ever think about how the night louis and lestat hooked up for the first time they'd been having dinner with louis' family and lestat likely hadn't fed yet and had instead spent the evening eating human food which canonically tastes awful to vampires and obvs does nothing to slake their thirst for blood so he was no doubt Very Very Hungry when he took the little drink from louis yet he was still able to control himself and not take too much because he was so in love with louis and had been in love with him for months hearing the pumping of his heart when they were together watching the blood slide down his veins wanting to taste him So Bad but not enough to kill him never enough to kill him...

do you ever think about how this is the way lestat looked at louis after................

[noodles-and-tea]

You’re feeding into my Sherlock and Merlin hyperfixations. Could you draw some murthur fanart?

I feel like I haven’t drawn them in forever I might cry

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[buttonheart]

Fashionistas

[floofanflurr]

Comic under the cut:

“And all the kids cried out, ‘Please stop, you're scaring me’”

“I can't help this awful energy”

“Goddamn right, you should be scared of me”

-Control by Halsey

(There is no player influence or Chara taking control in this comic… just a scared kid trying to protect themself the only way they know how.)

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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