#then you'll be golden

[kikizoshi]

I headcanon that writing Nikolai should (almost) always be exceedingly fun. And if it isn't, there's something deeply wrong with your story.

[rogueshadeaux]

“I hate the script, the vault dwellers sound so cheesy—“ my Brother in Steel you realize that’s the point, right? They were bred to act like the physical embodiment of an HR e-mail. Did you not catch the memo that Vault-Tec put out regarding their experiment facilities?

[thefloatingstone]

Making the Dream Guardian look squid-coded is funny but....

consider.....

[to-boldly-escape]

Data in Gold <3

Expand for higher qualityy

[mayor--charlotte]

𝓬ricket - @cicadatree - 6275-2460-9783

❝calm❞ ❝resiliant❞ ❝nostalgic❞

[roostercrowned]

left-handed redraw:

[wangxianficrecs]

two phrases you'll say by hauntedotamatone

two phrases you'll say

by hauntedotamatone (@hauntotamatone)

M, 19k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Two Cakes Event 2021

Summary: “Don’t pull that out!” Wen Qing yells, and she is right to do so. Wei Wuxian already has one hand on the shaft sticking out of his abdomen. His eyes are glazed over and his mouth is slack with shock, but he obeys anyway, lifting both of his hands and letting them drop to his sides. All he does is blink a few times. “Ah…, I’ve been stuck before. It’s not even that deep.” “Wei Wuxian!” He takes one step and half of another before his legs simply stop working and fold beneath him. An unexpected attack on the fringes of the Burial Mounds reminds Wen Qing how thin the thread holding their lives together truly is and just how easily it could be snipped. Pushed to the very fringes of the world she once knew and made to rely on someone else, her healer's hands no longer feel so clean. Kay's comments: This story is marked as a canon divergence, but I would even categorize it as a canon compliant story, since it's more slice of life than anything else. Absolutely devastating slice of life, that's for sure, but ultimately not changing how canon plays out. Set during the Burial Mounds Settlement days, Wei Wuxian gets attacked and poisoned and we take a good look at Wen Qing and her relationship with him. There's also some implied Wangxian, but since it's a story from Wen Qing's POV, it's pretty subtle. hauntedotamatone is a favourite author of mine and I love the way he writes the Yiling siblings and the Burial Mounds Settlement Days in particular. It's just really beautiful and hard-hitting writing. Excerpt: Like this. it’s easy to forget that he is little more than a boy, just a year or so older than A-Ning. They call him Laozu, but his face is bare and the only signs of age on him are a few prematurely silver hairs and dark rings beneath his eyes. It is easy to forget that she is not much older. The rest of the afternoon is spent clearing away the rocks and dry brush. Wen Qing uses a knife to cut away the dead vines and old, twisted roots. She isn’t one for treating her tools roughly and it’s not that it doesn’t bother her, but it’s safe to say she won’t be performing so many procedures that she’ll need this particular one. She has others and what’s needed most now is farm work, not surgery. Her little brother heaves rocks out of the way and Wei Wuxian goes between the two of them, lifting things he should probably not be lifting and tilling the soil in small batches to examine it. No further music is needed, but she notices that whenever she picks her head up to keep an eye on the nearby wards, his eyes are already on them, hands still in the dirt. There have been no attempts by any living or hostile beings to cross the barrier, but that does not mean it won’t happen.

pov wen qing, canon compliant, burial mounds settlement days, assassination attempts, hurt/comfort, poisoning, sickfic, major character injury, hurt wei wuxian, surgery, golden core transfer, blood and injury, mild gore, demonic cultivation, minor lan wangji/wei wuxian, pining wei wuxian

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[th3e-m4ng0]

The fnaf fandom and the tf fandom have a lot in common

-robot fuckers

-mpreg (i do not wish to elaborate)

-guy who’s part robot and part human thats rotting away

incredibly real

[anathemafiction]

Okay so Idk if this has been answered before BUT will we ever find out if the Siren at the port was a real Siren? Cause I need to know👁👁🥺

Absolutely. You'll meet one face-to-face.

They're even uglier alive.

[lunarharp]

fwee top 5 things i had fun with this year :-)

[deadrlngers]

ocs as patron saints

i was tagged by @katsigian and @ecofear to take this quiz for some of my ocs, thank you both so much!!! loved doing this sm, two things i love obsessing over: saints and ocs <3

patron saint of relics. patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

patron saint of bones. patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

patron saint of heartbreak. not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

tagging (under the cut!):

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@tethrras @lucaanis @auricfog @thedeadthree

and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[stefaggot]

I'm going to explode into a thousand pieces

[threepoint14art]

Six fanarts!! thanks to everyone who gave me a cabezon!!!

[burningcheese-merchant]

ok, so as someone who also tends to use strength over smarts like Matar Paneer Cookie, I tend to think that maybe it’d be better if I preferred books to fights. When I try to read books for assignments though, I develop a headache that will ruin the rest of my day and sometimes blurs my vision. I don’t expect Matar Paneer to have something like this (cause I cannot torture her like that) but maybe a more watered down version. Yknow, for the mandatory ’my older sibling’s better than me’ thing that every little sibling has at least once.

just a though tho, love your work!

Thank you ❤️ I'm always glad to hear that my nonsense brings some measure of joy to someone haha. Thank you also for sharing your thoughts, I enjoy having discussions like this with people! Understanding and learning from others is a gift we all take for granted (and I always welcome an excuse to vomit word salad lmaooooo)

I think I understand what you mean. Matar Paneer isn't stupid, far from it (same with her father. I always imagined Burning Spice to be quite intelligent, if not outright wise, at least to some degree. He can't NOT be, not when he was the Herald of Change/History, you know? Buff does not automatically mean dumb). It's not even really that she dislikes reading or anything more cerebral like that (she actually really likes being told stories haha. As a child, she often asks Pepper Jack to read her something before bed (and him above either of their parents or anyone else, because she likes the way he reads things the most). Not because she doesn't like to read, but because she likes how others might approach reading/telling her things). She just has her own way of doing things, you know? She's energetic and rather reckless at times. Those often tend to naturally nudge someone away from "calmer" activities, but that doesn't mean they can't do them at all. Strength over smarts is not some great moral failing, nor vice versa. Different people do things differently. The key is learning to find balance when possible. (It's not that Jack shuns strength, either. He is a very tough and capable warrior, even while so young. He carries a dangerous weapon everywhere he goes lol. He'd just rather solve something with his wits if he can. Just how he does things, nothing more nothing less)

As for the "my older sibling is better than me" thing, Paneer actually does wrestle with that to some degree, and it's arguably worse because she adores Jack so much. Jack is her hero. It's not Golden Cheese that she looks up to the most, it's not Burning Spice, it's not Mozzarella or Nutmeg Tiger or Hollyberry or anyone else. It's him. It's her brother. Everyone thinks so highly of the kid, Paneer included (perhaps most of all). Jack is smart, Jack is strong, Jack is disciplined, Jack is this, Jack is that. And Paneer does not begrudge him any of these things; no one cheers for Jack harder than her. It's just... compared to him, who is she? Who is Matar Paneer? What can SHE do? She loves him, but she doesn't love feeling like she's in his shadow all the time. She doesn't resent him at all for this, she doesn't hold anything against him (that's not really how she is tbh), she only holds it against herself. She's mad at herself for feeling inferior. She wants to be cool and strong, too; she wants to be up on that pedestal right next to her brother, not knock him off and take it for herself. She just doesn't know how to do it. Both children hold themselves to very high standards and hurt themselves in similar ways by doing so. They will eventually come into their own and develop the self-confidence they both need, but it will take time and several important life events for them to get there. Paneer will also eventually understand that it's not healthy to put someone on a pedestal like that (it isn't fair to her OR to Jack), and she is just as great as he is and always has been. But again. It will take time and character growth.

She'll get kickstarted on that journey for real after what happens to Jack when they're older. Poor kids, both of them. He loses something important, she watches her hero fall for the first time ever (and when she never imagined it would even be possible. Pepper Jack is great, but he is not a god. She fully realizes and understands this the hard way)...

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

Hello everyone, it's... certainly been a while.

To answer what most likely is your main question : No, I'm not returning to make prompts on this blog. I know that it's certainly a disappointment to most butttt... I come bringing something else...

Namely, a Golden Butter Cookie Redesign + Rewrite!

First and foremost, she's still technically a Beast Cookie- though her fall happens after the beasts are sealed away. She leads the fight against them, and is the one who drags them all to be sealed away within the silver tree. She is, to put it quite simply, disgusted with what they've become.

And to think there was a chance she may have turned out that way too. Negligent to the people, the cookies around her and seeking only her own benefit.

Some who lived through those times said she was almost completely nonchalant when confronting them directly- as if it was nothing more than just a mere task to be completed. All previous relations and feelings had been destroyed once she saw what they'd become, and yet- rumors speak of slight emotion, of regret.

But those are just rumors, none would know the truth except for Golden Butter herself.

After the sealing, she retreated to a realm of her own creation- entrusting the fate of the world to the Cookies residing in it, telling them to not rely on that of the soul jam wielders as her parting words. Whether that lesson stuck remains a mystery in the current day, and as such- nobody knows what truly happened to her. Did she go mad in her Toy Box? Or did she crumble away with the passing time?

Once such a Creative soul, lost in time and doomed by her own Isolation.

Maybe one day, the Spear that Cleaves shall rest in her hand once again- as duty summons a sweet, yet bitter eternity...

[glittergroovy]

Every Man Gets His Wish - Lana Del Rey