#wordsys

[arrimorr]

This is it I wrote a billford fanfic. Have a read before they take me to a mental asylum!

Description: Bill Cipher, stuck in a time loop that restarts every time his portal plan fails. Probably.

Word count: 7,597

[sammygender]

im just thinking abt like. sam (almost) never hits back. only under extreme duress. and i really can't imagine him lashing out at partners either, maybe yelling but never physical. and trying to understand why, like does he actually think he's better than dean by not punching? does he seek therapy at stanford? does he just think he deserves it and feels like he's at the bottom of the totem pole everywhere he goes?

literally makes me feel sick. idk i have a Thing for a teenage sam who is like totally opposed to violence (despite being forced on hunts and into sparring and training and loading guns all the time). there’s that throwaway joke about his idol being gandhi and there’s the fact that obviously sam doesnt Want any of this, this being Hunting and the constant violence that comes with, so i can just see this thing developing where for a brief period hes like sooo holier than thou about it i am better than you and dad cause i read books and i dont solve my problems by hitting things (which tbh he is so right about! <3) but obviously its just his way of coping with the violence that hes been entrenched in since he was six months old. and this is like literally just inside my head. but in my head its true. that was kind of unrelated actually but also not really

and so yeah i think. idk. violence is sooo normal to sam and dean. i think sam doesnt Want to hit back cause its counterproductive and unnecessary and he prefers to talk things through, like that’s just not how he deals with things, what use is hitting back going to do? like then they’d just get into a physical fight. which i dont think he wants. but also 100% even if not consciously i think sam believes he deserves it or at least that its Okay when it happens to him. he literally doesnt even question it. especially like… after s4. i think he tends to just accept deans treatment cause hes got this belief deep down that he’ll always deserve it, and also even if dean isn’t always right he always somehow ends up being right, and….. so awful.

also i do actually think sam went to therapy at stanford but thats just cause i find it fun to think about. like what did he say…. how do you even word the trauma of that upbringing. not sure if he actually took any valuable lessons from it or benefitted from it post short-term.

[three-soulmates-askblog]

Thoughts on the two blonde bs in your high school? (Imu and the one w autism I forgot his name)

Note: the artist is well aware they misspelled Akechi on the paper you will have to ignore that for now. I apologize Akechi fans

M: he's actually around a bit. He's one of the few who know about Ku's powers and he's an honorary Psykicker!

M: he's endearing when he's not using his freaky deduction skills to catch me out for something stupid like cheating at Monopoly

R: he's endearing when he's not trying to psychoanalyze everything I do!

K: *shrugs* he's tolerable... Sometimes

M: she's a smart cute girl... but she should be spending her time making friends and memories... Not mettling and chasing clout

M: *sighs* She's young. She'll learn.

R: she's literally not that much younger than us?? And ur one to talk when it comes to mettling

R: I haven't really interacted with her so... I don't really have an opinion of her

K: just waiting for her to have that talk with Teruhashi. Maybe then she'll leave me alone.

[marcvscicero]

i get so severely sad + depressed + empty in winter, but it's kind of reassuring to think that humans have always struggled, not just physically, but mentally too, with the dark + the cold + the gloom + the lack of daylight...

like, looking back, SO many ancient festivities took place during the winter months-- not just the ones that still exist nowadays, but so, so many pagan festivals + rituals + celebrations ??? and i believe that humans have always struggled a lot in winter + thus placed great emphasis on shows of community + warmth + light, as well as rest + recuperation (not just bc of the barren, emptier landscapes, but also for their own sakes) ???

these ppl were very much like us, + just how we put up xmas lights + fill the streets with sparkle, they too surely found their own ways to generate hope + comfort ???

[amischiefofmuses]

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[sillywabbits]

*peers tentatively into your inbox* um. hi! wah just wanted to give you a nice New Mutual greeting <3 your art is so lovely and soft - reminds me of those fluffy fruit marshmallows <33 i do hope you're having a good day!!

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[wordsysayswords]

I need a tristamp Witcher AU where Wolfwood is a Witcher and Vash is a some sort of forest nymph masquerading as a human bard who loves hanging out in the human world, while Knives wants to drag his ass back into the deep forest.

Wolfwood doesn’t register Vash being inhuman the first time they meet. But as the years pass and he keeps running into the same dumbass bard who insists on singing songs about him, Wolfwood realizes Vash isn’t aging like humans are supposed to.

[stardustdiver]

i been having wint thoughts related to an actual thing that happened to me at work a couple years back

i was in the mens dept doing something work related

this woman ive never met before was like 'are you autistic?' n i was like 'yea why' and she tells me that she was looking for tshirts for her daughter and how she prefers the mens tshirts

and i was 'oh same actually, they are less restrictive and fit comfier, also cooler designs on em usually'

and she was like 'oh i thought so!' or something

and then thats the last i remember of the situation..

so im putting her in a similar conversation in my mind (but shes the customer) and is recommended a book (probably have it somewhere in idyllshire) to check out and it explains a bunch and shes like 'woa thats me fr' and immediately lends it to both sylb (mum) and chilli (best friend)

and also because of this and the whole shadowbringers situation both thancred and y'shtola get more protective and insistant that she is told upfront what she is signing up for when she agrees to a thing (because i am very good at: 'want to do x?', 'sure!' ... 'wait what exactly am i doing? i thought it was this? no oh okay..')

[dawnleaf37]

if you thought i would be posting anything coherent no

[dragcnlxrd]

@xx--ofmanythoughts--xx

The farthest he'd ever traveled had been to Mahraj in the Jade Sea when he was fourteen. For that adventure he'd been grounded for three moons by his lord father. They were never to leave the Shadow, ever. It was what had kept their family and it's legacy safe.

When Valyria of old met its death they had already been three centuries in self exile far into the east back to their true ancestral home. Half of the family had tired of the blood lust and need to conqueror as had been the Valyrian way. Family Balaur had been amongst the strongest and most powerful of the forty ruling families of Old Valyria, their dragons out numbered the other thirty nine lower families thought it was expected given their lineage.

When Valyria fell it had been thought that only the lowest family had escaped the doom and yet deep in the Shadowlands of the far East the dragons of the shadow slept. They had become mere tales, dragons of the east stirring. The fear that the Shadow blanketed over travelers helped in keeping these Shadowdragons hidden and yet when tale of dragons once more filling the nights sky with their music on the Dothraki Sea it drew attention.

He had defied the family when he'd heard the rumor wanting to find these hatchlings. Tales of conquest from Qarth, Astapor, Yunkai to Meereen had him eager to find this fabled Mother of Dragons. It was through her that he saw a future of Valyria once more. The dream of Dragons once more ruling the skies had been his driving force to leave the shadow, but he had been far to late.

Volantis was a long way from the Hidden Sea, avoiding land as much as possible he took the path by sea, through the Jade Sea soaring over Great Moraq through the Summer Sea and over the remains of what had once been the greatest civilization since his ancient ancestors, Valyria.

From the Valyrian ruins he flew north to Volantis, to the Temple of the Lord of Light. Circling the Temple he noticed the fledgling, large as it was his own mount was larger a grown male compared to the dragonling.

"Lykirī Artraxes, lykirī ", he said as slender fingers ran over dragon hide the beast beneath him rumbling watching the younger dragon as it descended.

Unhooking the riding chains from the belt he wore he gracefully dismounted the great dragon. While he knew his mount would serve and protect him he was cautious of the dragonling that seemed to be guarding the temple. He made his way towards the steps of the temples most inner sanctum, amethyst hues not unaware to the soldiers of the Fiery Hand stationed throughout.

"I've come seeking Azor Ahai, the Mother of Dragons", he announced to the priests and priestesses of the temple.

[lifesanssin]

I've seen days where all the hope and color was absent from the world, and days that I didn't want to survive. I've been down and defeated, and I've struggled and had to fight, tooth and nail, just to get to the next day.

But I've also seen surprise parties, and laughed with friends as we tried to paint like Bob Ross. I've had soft moments with my children, where they just wanted to cuddle up with Mom. I've felt pride in creating, in growing plants from seed and watching new life sprout. I've had red velvet cake that was sweetened even more by the fact someone remembered it was my favorite.

Today is my birthday. I've survived 30 years in this world, and inside my own mind. Today I woke up and cared for my plants, and had my favorite soda, and am now very warm and cozy back in bed.

While I might not always feel this way, I know I'll feel it again. Right here, right now, I'm very happy to be alive. 💜

[orcelito]

i probably have turned into an INSUFFERABLE rp partner actually. me going all artsy fart setting the scene, sunset and all, but really it's actually pretty basic in comparison to what all ive done with my hobby writing lmao

ah well

[gender-euphowrya]

anyway you know which word we need to put on the high shelf forever letting it collect dust until it is dust itself

neurospicy

[wordsysayswords]

If you like RvB tumblr, I think you’ll probably like Trigun Stampede. I can’t formulate any specific reasons why at the moment, they just seem to vibe.

[bigbuffelves]

can't figure out if mindflayer orpheus is good end or emperor is good end. kind of prefer mindflayer orpheus + Lae'zal in party so that he entrusts her to free their people and you can convince him to help

plus I want to kill Raphael anyway he's annoying to me

[noiselessbuck]

@himbodad

types of stard

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