#the writers are unhinged

[jamiemoonymarks]

Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

things to ask yourself when designing a female character:

how much blood is she covered in

are her eyes filled with madness

can she rip things to shreds with her fingernails

[celestialwrites]

unbothered character dialogue + prompts ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

@celestialwrites for more!!

♡ “breathing air that you contaminate deeply unsettles me.”

♡ constantly putting their feet on their superior’s desk/table.

♡ “please remind me why you are relevant.”

♡ always commenting at the worst moment possible.

♡ “life was far more peaceful when i thought you were dead.”

♡ when someone is yelling at them, the character pulls out a book and just starts reading.

♡ “i gave my last fuck two decades ago, you’re going to need a time machine to find it.”

♡ sees a dead body and just sighs, turns around and goes to the breakfast diner across the street.

♡ “if he opens his mouth again i’m calling the cops for a noise disturbance.”

♡ has one hobby that they get really prickly about if people interrupt or make fun of it.

♡ “when did you finally decide to be helpful?”

♡ sees another character having a panic attack and asks them to quiet down so they can finish their crossword puzzle.

♡ “maybe if you were as tall as your ego you would have seen it.”

♡ other characters having to remind them to either pretend to care or not speak at all during important meetings/situations.

♡ “i could bring the heavens crashing down, remember that the next time you interrupt my coffee break.”

♡ being the key part of the team’s plan but will continuously sleep in.

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3

[catfayssoux]

us in the gc

[souenkun]

I need the pokemas anniversary to come soon so we can hopefully see volo go batshit crazy again for the second time!!!

[strawbxsblog]

[cruel-hiraeth]

elaborating on this post. mdni.

the fics-i-masturbate-to blog begins as a joke—kind of.

your pinned simply reads:

mdni. horny adult (old enough to remember life before tumblr). send an ask off anon with a link to your smutty fic + relevant cws. if i’m into it, i’ll rub one out while reading, then rb your fic after i cum.

on your byf page, people can find what you will and won’t read, what your preferred dynamics are, and what your favorite kinks are. you’re open to nearly any fandom as long as the fic is compelling; you’re here to support writers the best way you know how: with a hard-earned orgasm as tribute.

you’re aware that the idea is…niche. not every writer wants a stranger to jerk off to a fic they poured hours of emotional labor into. on the other hand, though, some writers love it. all in all, you anticipate a few asks here and there.

what you don’t anticipate is word of your blog spreading like wildfire, your inbox inundated with authors who want you to masturbate to their fics.

it’s easy to weed out those who don’t follow the instructions: blogs with no age indicators; blogs who send fics written by someone else; fics that simply don’t interest you. but you’re still left with dozens of messages. so every day after work, you get busy.

(there isn’t much of a break in your routine, as you tended to masturbate every day before you made this blog, scrolling ao3 for hours on end. at least you’re getting off with a purpose, now…right?)

as time goes on, fics-i-masturbate-to continues to flourish, and you become pickier with the fics you choose to read. several authors regularly visit your blog, but there’s one in particular who you genuinely look forward to seeing.

without fail, each of their fics feels like it was tailor-made for you. they’re all original character x reader fics, which is rather uncommon, as you mostly receive fandom requests. but they consistently hit your favorite tropes, your favorite kinks, and your favorite pet names.

the recurring original character strikes something raw and primal within you. blinded by lust, you don’t notice how each fic grows more and more specific, the reader closer and closer resembling you each day—

until one evening when you receive a dm from the writer. they say that they’re someone you know; they’ve been keeping a secret from you.

they’re ready to come clean.

[angrythingstarlight]

Sometimes I'll see the booktok girlies go crazy over a smutty scene or line and I'm like they would not be able to handle the stuff us tumblr/AO3 girlies write and read

[eddiesprius]

i won't say a bunch of the stuff im thinking re: various reactions to this storyline but i will say this: they really at some point need to write a buddiesode that is from Eddie's POV. because this is the second/third buddiesode in the last two seasons that we see almost exclusively through Buck's POV

[noobiestnoober]

No One Touches What's Mine (Leon x Reader)

Victor only brushed your back when he handed you the dossier. Leon saw. Leon ended him.

After a bullet to the skull and a whispered "no one touches what's mine," you see the version of Leon no one else does—the man behind the mission, unraveling quietly for you. His love isn’t hearts and roses—it’s blood on the walls, shredded intel, and promises whispered like oaths: "I’d gut God if He looked at you wrong."

You should be scared. You’re not. And that’s the most dangerous part.

Read if you like: 🖤 dark obsession 🖤 possessive, unhinged lovers 🖤 heavy tension & blurred morality 🖤 watching your sanity fray under his gaze 🖤 “I killed for you. Now let me prove it.”

It started with a gunshot. One clean pop. A single breath of thunder.

The bullet punched through Victor’s skull like a secret whispered straight through his brain. Right temple in, left temple out—crimson mist sprayed across the wall behind him, a wet signature of death. The silence that followed wasn’t silence at all. It was a moment held hostage. A tension strung so tight it could snap bone.

Victor crumpled. Twitch. Collapse. Nothing. And Leon stood there, arm outstretched, pistol still raised, body calm. The muzzle smoked lazily in the dim hallway light, like the ghost of rage was still drifting off his barrel.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. Your breath caught in your throat, not from fear—but from something far more dangerous. A dark understanding. A terrible, irreversible truth.

He turned to you. Leon Kennedy. Not the clean-cut operative. Not the golden boy of Raccoon City. No—this man wasn’t tactical, wasn’t stable, wasn’t safe. He was the monster that crawled out of the wreckage and learned to love. And you were the only thing keeping him from going feral completely. Or maybe the only thing he wanted to destroy himself for.

“You okay?” he asked, voice like steel wrapped in silk.

You didn’t answer. Your body swayed, but he caught you. Of course he did. One strong arm coiled around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the scent of smoke and blood soaking into your lungs.

“I warned him,” Leon murmured, thumb brushing your cheekbone with disturbing tenderness. “Told him once—no one touches what’s mine.”

Three Days Earlier

You’d been gearing up in the safehouse locker room when Victor slid a dossier into your hand, his palm grazing your lower back. Too casual. Too comfortable. You brushed it off, as usual. Leon didn’t. From the other side of the room, he watched. Quiet. Unblinking. Not a man. A weapon.

That night, the same dossier showed up shredded on your cot. Ripped down the middle, soaked in what smelled like scotch and spite. You confronted him, teeth bared.

“Did you seriously destroy a mission file because you got jealous?”

Leon didn’t look up from cleaning his knife. Just kept polishing the blade like it was a fucking mirror into his mind. “This isn’t jealousy.” He finally spoke, low and deliberate. “This is what I look like when I’m being merciful.”

You scoffed. “You’re not the fucking Punisher, Leon.”

He stepped forward, close enough that your back hit the wall. The tension snapped tight, so thick you could taste it.

“No,” he said, almost gently. “I’m worse.”

Present – After the Shot

The blood still clung to your boots. Still warm. Still glistening like fresh paint. Leon’s fingers pressed into your hip with bruising force, holding you against the cold concrete wall. “I didn’t want to scare you,” he said quietly, forehead resting against yours. “But I’m not letting this happen again.”

His breath dragged across your lips. “No more near touches. No more stolen glances. No more of that fucking smirk he gave you.”

You opened your mouth. He pressed two fingers to it. “You think I’m sick?” he asked. “You’re right.”

His mouth found your throat. One soft kiss. One scrape of teeth. “I don’t want normal. I don’t want peace.” His voice broke. “I want you. Every part. Even the ones you’re afraid to give.”

You didn’t push him away. You didn’t stop him. You should have. Instead, your head tilted. Just a little. Just enough. And that’s all he needed.

Safehouse Bedroom – Later

The sheets were rumpled. Your gun holster hung from the bedframe. Leon sat at the edge of the mattress, shirtless, scars on full display—each one a love letter from hell. His hand rested over your bare stomach, fingers splayed, warm and heavy. Possessive. “You’re not afraid anymore,” he said, almost in awe.

You turned your face toward him. “Maybe I should be.”

He leaned down. Kissed your jaw. Your throat. “But you’re not.”

You weren’t. And that scared you more than the gun in his holster.

The obsession grew like a mold in your life. Leon watched you when you spoke to others. Sometimes said nothing. Sometimes stared hard enough to burn holes through them. You found your necklace once—one you’d lost weeks ago—tucked into his vest pocket. He never told you how he got it. And then the note. Folded into your glove like a secret.

“Don’t trust them. Don’t even smile at them. They don’t see you like I do. They don’t deserve you.”

You burned it. But not before reading it three times.

You stood at the edge of the safehouse’s old balcony, moonlight cutting across your skin. He stepped up behind you, arms caging you in, chest against your back.

“How far would you go for me?” you asked softly.

Leon didn’t miss a beat. “I’d gut God himself if He looked at you wrong.”

You turned to face him. His eyes were wild. Raw. Real. He cradled your face in both hands, thumb dragging over your lower lip.

“I’d burn the whole world,” he whispered, “just to make sure no one ever touches what’s mine again.”

His kiss that followed wasn’t a promise. It was a possession.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Me, to my new date: doctor who thinks it's a sci-fi story because the Doctor thinks it's a sci-fi story and because the companions think it's a sci-fi story, but it's really just a story about ghosts. a story about an ancient creature carrying the ghosts of everyone they have ever loved, meeting new people, and seeing them only as future ghosts. they are haunted by the future and the past and the present because they are the only constant in a world constantly in flux, and they are running as fast as they can to things before they burn and fade to dust but everything will always end, you understand, because this is the only thing the Doctor understands and yet they keep going. they love too much to stop. doctor who is not science-fiction, it's horror and optimism and spiritual more than anything else, it's religious unto itself, the TARDIS is a haunted house and a church and a graveyard and a hospital and the Doctor is the most haunted being in the universe but more than anything, this is a love story, because how can you love something without being haunted by it- hey, what are you doing?

My date, shoving breadsticks in their purse: I have to go-

[thereweredragonshere]

(THIS WAS ORIGINALLY IN REPLY TO AN ASK, UNFORTUNATELY SOMETHING HAPPENED AND THE ASK GOT DELETED)

I really enjoyed (most) of her screen time!

I wasn’t a fan of her in RoB/DoB, mainly because she was more of a plot device than a character. Like they just found some washed up girl, Astrid got jealous (That entire ‘oh there’s another hen in the rooster house) thing felt really fucking odd) and idk she betrayed them or smth. She was a good twist ‘villain’ but other than that I don’t have much more to say there.

In Rtte however, she had a really good plot. She was actually a character instead of a prop! She did another twist villain adjacent stunt with the dragon hunters, and Astrid being the only one clued in was so cool??? They really are such a good duo I love them. And the whole thing with Dagur and Oswald I LOVED. Genuinely one of the most heart breaking moments of of season three when Heather read that scroll oh my gods.

But yeah, overall I do enjoy Heather as a character, but, as for most fictional women, she could’ve done with a touch of whatever magic the arcane writers possess.

[feels-for-the-fictional]

You can't tell me our main man Jim, Jim Kirk, James Kirk, James T Kirk, James Tiberius Kirk, CAPTAIN stack of books on legs James Respectful and Sensitive Tiberius Kirk does not know about Vulcan hand touching and their significance.

This man. JAMES KIRK. Looked at Spock, clearly vulcan spock, hands firmly planted behind his back Spock. LOOKED him up and down, and despite absolutely knowing it would not be considered impolite if he didnt offer a hand shake, looked at Spock, tall drink of water Spock, Vulcan sensitive hands used as terms of affection Spock, and was like hmmmm absolutely will make this Vulcan shake my hand. AND SPOCK gave like 1 second of thought before he was like yes absolutely here is my hand to hold for you and you only. I AM DECEASED

[celestialwrites]

stabbing/being stabbed prompts & dialogue⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

(inspired by @que3rduckling’s day)

@celestialwrites for more!

♡ character gets attacked in alley after leaking files.

♡ they could feel the coldness of the blade as it seeped in, contrasting the feel of the warm blood flowing out of them.

♡ “what happened, are you okay?” “yeah, i’m great, only lightly stabbed.” “you were STABBED?” “lightly.”

♡ “i’m feeling very attacked right now.” character says as they were getting stabbed.

♡ character confessing their undying love to their best friend as the blade pierced their chest.

♡ “i feel like you’re flirting with me.” character A states as character B swings to puncture.

♡ the deep crimson red of his blood clashed with the light colour of the floor as it splashed along it.

♡ character rips out blade as their wound heals instantly.

♡ “it’s almost like you’re going after my heart, at least take me to dinner first.”

♡ character running for their life as their best friend chases them with a knife.

♡ characters making intense eye contact as one dives a knife into the other’s heart.

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS<3

big thanks to @que3rduckling again (please go check them out!!)

[epimetheusswrites]

kicked my feet and twirled my hair adding this tag

[lokiusmybeloveds]

I need to lay hands on the scripts for the Sonic movies because I need to know what was scripted and what was made up on the spot.