#this draft is so rough lmao

[thestayathomedragon]

Another WIP for the pile.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Meet Up

We are so close you all! So so so close :3 @spotaus get in here friend :D

It is so nice to just uplaod the first drafts of these drabbles! :D Makes them so easy to make and finish <3

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Killer runs straight home and doesn’t bother to act as if he has a normal monsters stamina. He needs to get home now and warn the others.

He is so lucky that Ellie kept him out of sight from Dream and Blue.

Because apparently those two are here now!

How did they even find them?! Especially as Ellie told him that she thinks they are looking for them.

Yeah no kidding! Killer didn’t even bother to deny it as he muttered he just needed to get home. Ellie advised him to go behind the buildings as that is mostly out of sight and should keep him hidden and out of sight.

Killer quickly set off to get home.

He is by now just running through the forest and going full speed. The LOVE in him making it easy to keep running for long times and boosting both his speed and his stamina.

He gets out of the forest in their area and rushes into the house.

Killer searches and relaxes as he sees Nightmare right in the nest where he should be. Nightmare seems to be scribbling in his little journal.

Horror walks out of the kitchen and he looks around worried himself “Crop just called.”

Killer nods as he pants “Dream and Blue are in town.”

Nightmare freezes and looks between them panicked.

Killer goes to Nightmare’s side and looks at Horror “Cross and Dust?”

Horror speaks “should be in the garden. I will get them.” and he goes outside.

Nightmare whines softly and Killer quickly pulls Nightmare close “It is okay tiny boss. No one is going to get you.” No one. Killer is going to allow anyone to touch their baby. Nightmare is their just as much as they all are Nightmare’s.

Horror returns with Cross and Dust and they all sit in the nest as they discuss what just happened.

As expected Dust immediately went around to close all the curtains and check the locks while Cross looks anxious “What if they find this place? I know we are hidden but everyone in town knows where we live. What if someone believes them and sends them our way?”

Horror shakes his skull “They won’t. Crop and Straw are going to make sure people don’t say stuff and they know not to talk about other people’s personal stuff.” Horror has yet to stop rubbing Nightmare’s tiny skull to reassure him.

Nightmare just stays plastered against Killer’s front. His souls is getting slightly squished between them but Killer doesn’t mind and it feels nice to feel Nightmare that close.

Dust nods “We stay inside. Stay quiet and lay low. Keep an eye out. We already did the big harvest and sale anyway. We can afford to hide before we need to prepare the farm for winter.”

Killer nods and grins at Nightmare “That sound okay baby? Just relax and cuddle in the nest together?”

Nightmare looks a bit unsure still but nods as she nuzzles closer to Killer and a part of Killer melts at the sight. Killer holds him close and purrs softly “That is it baby. Just let us worry about these type of things okay?”

Their phone rings in the kitchen and Dust stalks over to it before picking it up but not saying a single word. He listens for a moment before speaking “Crop.” He listens again and gives a small nod “You two can come by.” And he hangs up quickly afterwards.

They remain near each other as they talk about possible ideas on how to keep an eye out but not run the risk of being spotted. They quickly settle on that Cross can go around to check things while invisible but that he shouldn’t engage any combat. They are just discussing if Cross can keep someone else with himself invisible for long times when they hear a knock on the door.

A quick check later and they invite Straw and Crop in.

The two brothers tell them what happened with Blue and Dream in town and confirm that they are very obviously looking for them.

Straw slowly holds up a package of papers “I do think you may want to read these.”

Dust frowns and takes them to read through quickly together with Cross.

Straw nods “For what we could see. They seemed honest about it all! Even if they are rather pushy in the way they go about it.”

Crop walks out of the kitchen where he cleaned up some groceries “The others in town all agreed the two are shifty and not to be trusted.” Then a bit more amused “Heads up. They also kinda assumed that either or both of them are Nightmare’s other parent.”

Dust freezes and makes gagging noises at the very idea while Horror chuckles and pats his back.

Cross pouts as he crosses his arms and mutters about Dust being way out of their league and Killer snorts as he nuzzles Nightmare “Better for us. Makes everyone want to keep the two away from us with all the ground work we laid concerning the ‘other parent’ and how they were messed up.”

Nightmare just shrugs as he stays close with Killer.

Dust focusses back on the papers and frowns “Are they for real with this?”

Crop shrugs “We aren’t sure. They seemed honest but we can’t check the multiverse stuff easily.”

Killer frowns as he takes the paper to read through it with Nightmare as the others discuss ways to check if they really are truthful about it.

The announcement that Dream hadn’t done his job right. How Nightmare had been right. That Nightmare had never been a danger to the multiverse. How Dream had made things more complicated and how he should never have involved others into the mess.

How Dream never was a god of positivity and that he misunderstood his job. How the balance has been restored and so Dream won’t interfere with it anymore as it also is no longer his actual job.

Just lists upon lists of him going around and making sure everyone who knew about them knew the new truth.

It is so much.

Killer frowns as he sneaks a look at Nightmare. Nightmare just stares at the reports. His face blank.

Oh no.

Killer frowns and pulls him close “Nighty?”

Nightmare just stares at the reports “I told him this so many times… So long ago… why… why didn’t he believe me?” and he just looks at Killer sadly “Why did he never believe me?”

Killer frowns and holds their babybones close “I don’t know Nighty. I really don’t know.” He doesn’t have an answer. He doesn’t know what Dream was thinking or why he did what he did. All Killer knows is that their baby needs support and love and he can give that.

Dust joins their side and holds Nightmare’s hand silently. Just being there.

Cross looks at Horror “So how do we keep them away?”

Horror frowns as he clearly thinks before answering “We can’t. If they are still doing this after all this time? There is no dodging this. We will need to at least meet up to get them to stop.”

Cross looks deeply unhappy and Killer agrees.

Cross sighs and nods “How do we want to do that?”

Horror thinks before getting a small smile “I have an idea. We will also need to contact Error.”

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Killer watches the empty road a few cities further along. He checks his phone for any new messages. It is still just the message he send the two Stars with this location and them sending back they are on their way.

Killer looks back at the street and quickly hides further behind the tree.

Dream is rushing up the road as he looks from side to side. Blue close behind him.

Killer mutters softly “They are here. You ready?”

Cross answers from wherever he is hidden “Ready.”

Killer would do the talking and Cross will be his backup in case he needs it. While they confront the Stars Dust and Horror will talk with Error about hiding this universe.

Easy does it. Blue and Dream walk by his hiding spot and Killer goes to the other side of the tree and just leans against it. His knife out. “what do you two want?”

Dream turns quickly and smiles “Killer! I am so happy to see you!” he takes a few steps but Killer holds his knife out aimed at him.

“Yeah. I can’t say I feel the same. What the fuck do you two want with us? I thought we made it clear that we didn’t want to see either of you the last time we met up?” Killer twirls his knife around as he makes sure to look unimpressed.

Dream frowns but takes a deep breath and steels himself “I want to see Nightmare. I want to see my brother. And I know if anyone knows where he is it is you four.”

Killer laughs and shakes his skull “Nah. You can go back to sniffing and shitting out good deeds. You are not going near boss.” Like hell Killer is going to allow Dream to come near Nightmare.

Dream glares at him and takes a step closer. Killer can hear Cross get his knife out somewhere near him. Dream clearly can’t see him as he glares at Killer “I know things have been rough. And I know I made mistakes. But I have been fixing those and actually making things right. I want to make things right with Nightmare. But for that I need to see him.”

Killer snorts “Just because you are selfish we should just lay over and let you get whatever you want? No.”

Dream glares at Killer “Really? What if Nightmare actually wants to see me? What if he actually also wants to talk about what happened? He wanted before. I am late and I know I was blind and acting stupid. But I want to listen. I want to hear what he has to say.” Dream takes a deep breath to calm down again as he keeps looking determined “I need to see him.”

Killer glares and hisses out his answer “No. You are not going near him.”

Dream glares right back “Like it or not but we are brothers. We are twins. We are both gods. We are always going to be connected in some way. Keeping us separate may just cause more trouble.”

Killer glares as he holds out his knife “Are you seriously trying to threaten me?”

Dream shakes his skull “No! I am not trying to do that! I just…” he holds hugs himself close “Don’t you sometimes wish you got a second chance? To make up for what you did wrong? For the pain you caused?”

Killer feels himself freeze. He has no doubt that Cross isn’t doing much better.

Dream just keeps talking “I know I messed up. I messed up badly. I just… I just want a chance to make things right. And I have done that for the multiverse… but I haven’t apologised yet to Nightmare. That is all I want Killer. I just want to see my brother and tell him I am sorry. That I am sorry for everything.” He looks desperate “please… You guys have to understand that feeling.”

Killer doesn’t like this. This still seems like such a bad idea… Cross holds his hand and squeezes it. Full trust in his decision.

Killer groans as he looks to the side “We can discuss stuff… See if he even wants to see you or prefers to just keep you as a thing of the past.”

Dream smiles and moves closer “Thank you! thank you so much-”

“I am not promising anything.” Killer glares “I will ask everyone. However. If he says no. If he says he prefers to keep you as a thing of the past. We will respect that. And you will have to respect that as well.”

Dream looks pained and shakes his skull “But… But I want…”

Killer glares “I don’t give a flying fuck about what you want or how you feel. You abandoned him. You betrayed him. You hurt him. You never listened to him. Just because you now finally got your head out of your own ass doesn’t mean he owns you anything. Least of all a second chance.” Killer keeps glaring at the god. “Am. I. Clear?”

Dream looks pained but he nods.

Killer nods himself “Good. Now leave. You are causing more problems for this universe than you are worth.” He turns and starts to walk away “When we made a decision I know how to contact you.”

A moment of silence until “At least tell him I am sorry… please… I need him to know that I am sorry and I want to do better…”

Killer stops but nods “Fine.” And he keeps walking.

This meeting could have gone better… Now to get home and let Nightmare decide what he wants.

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[numberfiveisback]

Pfft y'all what if...

what if.

[multiseb21]

[romatito]

if i lead

The words are stolen from Feliciano’s lips in a terrific rush of joy, his mouth dropping and tears welling up in his eyes as he comes face to face with the brother he’s spent the past four years of his life searching for. There aren’t words in any language he knows that truly express how thankful he is to see him, knowing that all of his effort wasn’t in vain because Lovino is here and he’s alive--! Lovino, however, doesn’t seem to share the sentiment.

hi so remember how i said i was writing a spamano pirate au. here's the first chapter (_/_\)

[lilybug-02]

Until the hiatus ends, I'm just going to imagine Chara and Kris are awkwardly standing in the kitchen, blinking at each other and occasionally making small talk and thinking of ways to pass the time C: "So... wanna... I dunno, dance or smthn :I" K: "..." *blink* C: "...Okay :I"

C: "...this is uh...this is pretty uncomfortable, heh..."

K: ".... :|" ❤️

C: ".....God I wish I had my phone right now."

[occulthours]

still on my stefonnie bullshit and i can’t stop thinking about how much they mirror each other.

stefans mom abandoned him and damon only to start a new family with the heretics as her children (stefan went on to date one of them). bonnies mom abandoned her only to adopt jamie (bonnie and jamie dated for a few episodes).

stefans dad was emotionally distant and had high expectations for him (re: being against vampires). bonnies dad was emotionally (and physically) distant and had high expectations her (re: expression arc)

stefan and elena broke up because elena had feelings for someone else. bonnie and jeremy broke up because jeremy had feelings for someone else. (both are victims of emotional cheating and ironically were done dirty by the gilbert siblings).

stefans ripper arc started due to his desire to protect damon and elena. bonnies expression arc started due to her desire to save jeremy. both ended up attacking their loved ones (namely elena), were isolated from the friend group, and were manipulated by the main villain of the season (in stefans case klaus, in bonnies case silas).

stefan spent the summer in between season 4 and season 5 drowning in a safe. bonnie spent the summer in between season 4 and season 5 dead. neithers absence were noticed until months later.

season 5’s storyline was literally started due to their ancestors (qetsiyah and silas) having a long and complicated history together that was so deep that affected the supernatural world as a whole.

they had the same morals, same general outtakes on life, were the two main people making sacrifices for the group, and got the two worst endings of the main tvd characters. you’d think they were written with the intention of being twin flames/soulmates of some sort with the sheer amount of parallels you can find between them. their friends to lovers arc would’ve been one of the best to come out of the TVDU if the racist ass writers weren’t insistent on excluding bonnie from things (from storylines to romantic/platonic dynamics) that she should’ve been apart of.

[voidbeau]

hm ok, gonna ask what Angst in the Sound Booth is (although I am also very intrigued by a lot of them 👀)

Honestly i would yap about any and all of them ; v; But yes! One of the first ever Thorn x Mr Flower fics I was ever inspired to try to write tbh.

It was based on some ship art I started November of last year that I never finished.

I don't think Sound booth is the right term to use here, but that's what I hastily tossed out at the time. 🥴

Summary:

Thorn invites Mr. Flower to a show at his venue, promising him a private view and a much needed distraction from the recent drama in Mr. Flower's life.

What Thorn neglects to mention is part of that drama is employed under him, and it brought it's other half.

Now Mr. Flower continues to watch and anxiously wonder how he can remain a relevant part of an old friend's life.

Or if he even wants to be. Thorn is more than happy to help him figure it out.

Part of the fic so far:

What in the world was Mr. Plant even doing at a place like this? Loud noises, dense crowds, dreadfully high energy. This was absolutely not the kind of place Mr. Plant would have chosen to be of his own volition, yet here he was. With Argos.

When Mr. Flower hadn’t seen or heard from Mr. Plant in almost two weeks.

There was a tightening in Mr. Flower’s chest.

He sighed, the bitterness in his stomach turning to anxious nausea as he tried to shake off the thoughts.

He didn’t like the idea of getting worked up over it, but worked up he was. Even as he turned his gaze and did his best to focus on the band instead.

He had hardly noticed when someone else had entered the private observation booth. Mr. Flower was still gnawing at his lip when the smell of cigarette smoke began to fill the air, still fighting back the welling emotion he had been trying so hard to ignore for days now.

And when a  warm and gentle hand found its way around Mr. Flower's waist suddenly, the floral creature stiffened. 

A light gasp left his lips as the towering presence of a rose headed man at Mr. Flower's side broke the creature from his thoughts.

He looked up to meet the familiar man's gaze and was greeted by a sharp, toothy grin holding a lit cigarette. 

Wild, spiral eyes stared back at Mr. Flower while the hand around his waist made itself comfortable.

The rose monster inhaled from his cigarette and with his free hand, withdrew it from his mouth billowing smoke poured from the sides of his mouth.

“Enjoying the show?” He asked, giving Mr. Flower a light, playful squeeze. An action that tinted Mr. Flower's cheeks a light shade of pink while simultaneously churning out a small grunt and a slight frown from the flustered flower.

“Thorn…” Mr. Flower grumbled the man's name, as if to give warning but said nothing further.

Thorn chuckled, readjusting his hand to let it rest on Mr. Flower's shoulder instead, indicating he took the hint.

Mr. Flower rarely outright protested Thorn's lack of personal space regardless of the fact that he played up a convincing amount of distaste for it. 

But it was never long before Mr. Flower began to relax under Thorn’s casual touches.

[possamble]

i feel like i need a transfem sensitivity reader at this point but i have nothing to offer as compensation lmfao

[ace-and-ink]

i hate being

so desperate for love. sometimes i feel

like i’m in fourth grade again, forcing myself

to have crushes on the boys

in my math class because this is what everyone was

talking about: all my friends,

all my books, all the movies, all the songs.

suddenly i’m telling myself again

that this is what it’s supposed to feel

like, that this is natural like i wasn’t

staring at myself in the mirror to practice

my best “oh no, you’ve caught me!” face

for when i try to shift the conversation

to announce the very real crush to assure

that yes, this is normal, i am normal. like i haven’t

stated at my cheeks to see

if they go red, at my pupils

to see if they dilate. it hurts

more when it’s not a discussion

of sexuality. it hurts more now

that i’ve actually known love. everyone’s

in love. i was in love. it’s embarrassing

that i don’t know how to not be

loved. i never grew out of playing pretend,

so maybe i’ll be soothed if she at least smiles

and says it nice enough when we know

she doesn’t. she doesn’t have to

tell me that. i won’t tell her

about the A. we’ll pretend we care

for a month at best, a week at worst, then i’ll go back

to searching the shallow seas

for an ankle i was meant to

latch on and leech from.

— i was born crying, begging for a gentle hand

[nostradamus0]

wip wednesday (almost friday)

thanks for the tag @crime-wives! i recently started writing again for the first time basically this year so your timing is perfect :)

here's a snippet from the only thing i've been working on, a meddison fic set vaguely s6/7-ish in which meredith wants to divorce derek:

They’re not friends. They can’t be. They only talk on the phone—not even once a week. It’s been years since Addison’s been to Seattle, and Meredith has never been to L.A. They rarely talk about their days. They do not ever talk about Derek. They’re not friends. But their lives were once deeply, irreversibly entangled, and while Addison thinks they never truly knew each other back then, she’s sure there is no one she knows better now than she knows Meredith Grey. It feels wrong to call whatever this is a friendship, but it’s something, and whatever that something is, it’s years in the making, complicated and unnameable, and Addison doesn’t care to name it. So they are not friends, but they’ve both been married to the same man, and though they never talk about him, there must be some deranged kind of kinship that comes from being the only two people in the world who’ve known the loneliness that fills the empty side of the bed when he no longer comes home at night. This is the only way Addison can rationalize her almost-something with Meredith Grey. It’s the only way she can rationalize that first phone call, or any of the ones that follow. It’s the only way she can rationalize the hours they’ve spent talking in the dead of quiet nights, hidden away from the world like it’s some clandestine thing. They’re not friends, not exactly, but Addison remembers what happens when you fall out of love with Derek Shepherd. This is why she gets on a plane in the middle of the night, takes a leave of absence from work, and books a hotel room in Seattle. (And if she’s fallen a little in love with Meredith, somewhere along the telephone wires between Seattle and L.A., well. It hardly matters now.)

no-pressure tags! @sssammich @benwvatt @mulderscully @naaer @pan-de-queer @luthordamnvers

[hythlodaes]

i cannot gpose !! i need to write !!!!

[morticiankisser]

tlc

pairing: stanley pines x kayla

warnings: mentions of period/menstruation in case anyone is uncomfortable with that kind of thing!

description: literally wrote this out of a need for comfort since i woke up and everything was out of wack for me this morning. this is completely self indulgent i just wanted stan to take care of me while i was going through it. ✌️

divider credit: @/sweetmelodygraphics

( ok to rb! )

“Geez what happened to you? You look like you got hit by a truck.”

The familiar rough, gravely timber of Stan’s voice catches her attention as she languidly blinks turning her head towards the direction of her boss turned romantic partner hands still clutching the cup of coffee Wendy had been kind enough to bring her. She stares at him for a long moment before shifting her position from behind the cashier counter feeling her joints shift and pop in the process. How long had she been just staring off looking miserable? She honestly wasn’t sure she hadn’t been herself since she had woken up to her period staring. She glances back down at her coffee and then back up at him concern clear on his face fingers rubbing at her eyes from behind her glasses. At least the coffee was helping.

“Mm. I certainly feel like it.”

“So you gunna tell me what’s wrong or do I need to drag it outta ya?”

She smiles a little at that and pauses wondering how to even broach the subject with him. Stan didn’t exactly seem the type of guy to react normally to the news of menstruation and while she was used to downplaying and softening the blow for people who didn’t deal with this every month she was honestly in too much pain to care at this point to sugar coat it.

It certainly didn’t help that every single time this happened it made her scoliosis and cerebral palsy ten times worse combined with the usual period pains and symptoms. One of the joys of being born with chronic pain conditions.

“I’m on my period.”

She could see the way Stan tensed his body language still holding concern but also having that usual sense of uncomfortable weirdness whenever she was candid about it around men. She almost regretted being so blunt. Almost.

She watches as Stan shifts uncomfortably on his feet hands going up to rub at his neck, something she’s picked up that he does when he’s nervous, and she can’t blame him she did just dump that information on him without warning and he’s clearly having trouble knowing how to respond to the situation.

She takes this time to stretch hoping to at least relive her stiff and sore body just a little bit even though she knew it wasn’t a permanent solution. Her body was always like this that’s just how it was. It was just worse in this particular circumstance.

“Oh. Uh can I do anything to help?”

He’s still fidgeting, very much still uncomfortable by the situation, but he’s looking her in the eye which is good and the earnest sound of his voice causes her to smile.

“That’s sweet of you to offer, Stan, but I’ll be okay.”

“You don’t look okay you look like you’re about to keel over any second. C’mon. You’re takin’ the rest of the day off.”

His hand reaches for hers, still clasping the paper cup of coffee, but leaves it and allows him to lead her from behind the counter and towards the main part of the Shack.

She smiles enjoying the warmth his hand provided around her much smaller one her voice taking on an amused quality as she responds.

“Oh? Is this a benefit of being your girlfriend? That’s a bit unfair playing favorites with your employees don’t you think, Mr. Mystery?”

Stan makes a non committal bah in response rolling his eyes.

“Nah you’re just not making any money standing around like that shuffling around like some zombie.”

Even so he doesn’t let go of her hand and makes a big show to have Wendy cover her shift much to her displeasure so she knows it’s probably just half true.

He practically shuffles her into his bed after insisting she get into something more comfortable and tucking her in like a baby which causes her to laugh.

Stan gives her a look quirking his brow.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s just sweet that you care.”

He gives her a warm, gentle smile and presses a kiss to the crown of her head.

��‘Course I do, sweetheart. Always do.”

He surprises her again when he spends who knows how long making sure she has whatever she needs. Water, pain medication, chocolate. He even offered to massage her at one point which almost made her burst into tears it was so sweet.

It has been quite a while of him being at her beck and call before she realized he had probably missed plenty of tourists during that time. He notices her staring at him and he gives her a funny look.

“Did you really think I’d leave ya when you were feeling so miserable?”

She smiles shrugging.

“Dunno. It’s a huge possibility. You are always saying: ‘Time is money. The more time you waste is less time spent makin’ me money!’.”

Stan responds to this by gently flicking her forehead.

“Don’t be stupid. You know you’re different.”

“So you are playing favorites! I knew it!”

He laughs at that and settles in beside her pulling her close smiling when he feels her settle into his side comfortable cuddled up close.

“Okay, yeah, maybe I am.”

[cactihut]

your honor he’s giving silly little goose

[choccymilkblehhh]

not at all like how i want them to look butttt its a gijinka attempt ig

[t1meslayer]

19 and 30 for the fic writing asks!

Based on this ask game! Thanks so much @colourful-void :)

#19 - What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

I have no idea if there’s a more official way to look this up (certainly not on mobile - doing this on a long car ride), but based on trying to filter my writer page by “additional tags” we get this top 5:

- Fluff (12)

- Teasing (11)

- Angst (9)

- Self-Doubt (9)

- Romance (8)

That probably says a lot about me and my writing style lmao

#30 - Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished?

More often than not I at least wait until my first draft is complete to share teasers for a given piece, but I’ve certainly been known to share portions of rough drafts when a line really strikes me!

Or, you know, when I remember how important advertising is.

As a matter of fact... I'm working on a draft during my trip today, so I can share a snippet of it! This is me trying to capture the vibe of an art gallery early into this JJK SatoSugu piece: