#write it goddammit

[thatcrimsonlove]

just fyi, coming up with a great fanfic/book idea and then telling people about it and getting them hooked up on it and then doing absolutely nothing about it is not mindful nor demure.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?

webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.

it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere

[eldritchneuro]

I really like the choice to highlight Vash's glowing blue prosthesis here - associating it with the color motifs of his brother and the Punisher.

I've seen people say that this version of him is missing his anger, which I'm sure is something Vash would also like, but that's not true, is it? Just as Knives cannot separate himself from the very human emotions he feels, Vash is not the perfect icon of peace he wants to be.

Whether he wants it or not, Vash is still his brother's brother. He carries many of Knives' same complexities, anger and vitriol included.

(I was originally going to say flaws, but that's not true either. Anger is just another essential emotion, and we shouldn't feel bad about feeling it. It's what we do with it that matters.)

[dootznbootz]

Do you think Telemachus visits that salted field and thinks of his father?

Penelope tells him how much his father loved him. How he saved him. Kissing his cheek as her own tears fall.

They go together and she tells him how it went, voice trembling, remembering the fear and anger she felt then as it bubbled within her once more.

He's told how his father lunged to save him, thundering hooves nearly crushing his head. How the king trembled as he cooed to his baby. Comforting his son as much as himself, fearing what may have happened if he was not quick enough.

Does Telemachus know that Odysseus would do anything to be able to soothe him again? To kiss those dampened cheeks and pull him into his chest once more?

Does the young prince dig his hands into the dirt? Trying to find anything left from his father?

Does he feel like he also cannot grow just like that field? As though he is partially stunted?

[marclef]

did some little drawings based on a thing i wrote... which i will NOT be sharing with the class because i'm way too anxious about sharing my writing 😓👀

but i do think these turned out well so uhh. here you go ✨

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

4+1 fluff with a unhappy ending fic en français qui retrace l'histoire d'un ship jusqu'à leur rupture en utilisant 'Il m'aime... un peu, beaucoup, passionnément, à la folie. Pas du tout.'

[cuubism]

I'd love something about Dream who's very aware that he's way too intense romantically while also being not intense enough sexually because he's ace. His partners usually prefer it the other way around. If that's something you'd be willing to write (if not that's okay too)

hmm yes, we can always do ace dream. though we didn't quite reach 'aware' 😂 human uni au is what popped to my mind

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When Hob gets back from class, Dream is lying facedown on the couch, one long arm trailing morosely down to the floor, face smashed so deeply into a pillow that Hob can only see the tufts of his hair. He seems to have been there for some time, and doesn't move when Hob comes in.

"Horrors insurmountable today?" Hob asks as he puts down his bag and heads to the adjoining kitchen to grab a snack. He'll probably need to grab one for Dream, too, now that he thinks about it. Doubtful he's eaten.

Dream just makes an mmph sound against his pillow. Then, once Hob's returned to the living room with a plate of apple slices, Dream pops his head up, lines all over his cheek from the pillow, fluffy hair going every which way, and says, "How much do you care about sex?"

Hob nearly trips and flings his apple slices everywhere. "What?"

"In general," Dream persists, heedless of Hob's shock. "Do you subscribe to the belief that individuals past puberty, particularly men, think about sex constantly, or is that an exaggeration? Which do you think is more important in a partnership: compatible personalities, or compatible sex drives? And why?"

"What is this, a sociology assignment?"

"Answer, please," Dream insists.

Hob sighs and gives in to the mad questioning. Joke's on him for having an insane roommate. "I thought about sex all the time when I was thirteen, maybe. Right now I'm just thinking about how I haven't eaten since breakfast and I'm fucking starving but we're playing Twenty Questions instead of eating. And as to the second one, I don't know, Dream, I think both are probably important."

"So you think about sex an amount you would consider 'frequent'," Dream presses.

Hob's cheeks heat. Sex is not really a topic he wants to discuss with Dream of all people. Those two thoughts don't meld together into anything good for polite company. "I don't know, I guess!? Doesn't everyone?"

Dream lets out a despairing wail and thumps his head back into his pillow. "I am outnumbered."

Hob still has no idea what the hell he's on about. He finally gives up and just starts eating the apple slices. He offers one to Dream, holding it by the corner of his eye until he finally sees it and takes it, turns his head to the side just enough to start nibbling on it.

"You'll choke if you eat that lying down," Hob warns.

Dream begrudgingly pushes himself up, collapsing against the back of the couch, and goes back to nibbling on his apple slice.

"So," Hob continues, awkwardly, when Dream doesn't say anything else, "sex life not going so well, then?"

Dream glares at him, though it's not very intimidating considering the apple halfway into his mouth. "Too well, by most standards," he finally sniffs, and eats the rest of the slice.

"Oh, yeah?" Dream having sex is another thing Hob doesn't really like to think about. Why'd he bring that up again?

"Indeed. I have suitors falling over each other to bed me," Dream says.

Do all classic literature students talk the way Dream does? Hob doesn't know. It's been two years that they've lived together and he's still yet to definitively figure out if it's an affectation or just the way Dream is. He's leaning towards the latter.

Unfortunately, he can believe Dream's statement. Dream is a snitty little prick most of the time, but he's also unbearably beautiful.

"So what's the problem, then?" he asks.

"I don't want them to bed me," Dream says.

Hob's not following. "Say no, then?"

Dream rolls his eyes. "I don't want them to bed me, I want them to want me." His voice loses some of its determination halfway through the sentence, and he looks away.

Ouch. "Sounds like they do want you?"

Dream snorts. "Only so long as it suits them. Only so long as I fit their parameters. Today I spoke to Cori--"

Ah, yes, Cori, Dream's most recent ex-boyfriend. Dream's had a lot of ex-boyfriends, but Cori really tops the list, and not in a good way.

Now that Hob thinks about it, all of Dream's relationships kind of go the same way. Dream comes home after the first date bouncing off the walls with stars in his eyes insisting this person's the one, and within two months the thing's somehow torpedoed into the Underworld and Hob's scraping Dream up off the bathroom floor.

He's starting to see where the initial line of questioning might have come from.

"--and he, at last, was straightforward with me when no one else has bothered to be all this time. I demanded to know, truthfully, why he ended things, and he told me that I 'care too much, but won't put out'--"

Hob winces.

"--which does not make sense, as we had sex frequently? I do not know what else I am meant to be 'putting' and where. I said as much, and he laughed, and said--" he imitates Cori's voice with a surprisingly passable American accent-- "'It only counts if you at least pretend you want to be there, doll. Next time try initiating occasionally.' He left before I could question him further."

Hob doesn't like the picture this is painting. And Dream is looking at him beseechingly, like Hob might be able to explain the bizarre encounter. "So... now you're trying to figure out if your understanding of sex is wrong or something?"

"I felt that, as a neutral observer to the situation, you would be appropriate to survey," Dream says.

(Neutral is a stretch, Hob thinks.)

"So I ask you, Hob Gadling, as a man demonstrably unbothered by 'hookup culture'--"

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"--what do you think is the correct amount that one should care about sex? Because I--" he breaks off, twisting his fingers in his hair, suddenly anxious-- "I do not know what I am doing wrong."

Hob moves to sit beside him, lays a hand lightly on his arm. He's about to say, you're not doing anything wrong, except... that may not precisely be true. At least in terms of how Dream is actually handling it with his partners.

"How much do you care about sex?" he asks.

"Not as much as I am supposed to, evidently," Dream says. Hob just waits for him to elaborate. "Not very much. I prefer not to think about it." He looks at Hob, weary. "Now you will tell me that this is abnormal."

"I don't know what's 'normal'," Hob says. "But it does sound different from how Cori felt about it."

"I suppose," Dream says, sadly.

Hob doesn't particularly like where the intersection of 'I don't care about sex' and 'we had sex all the time' lands him. "If you don't care that much, why keep doing it?"

"It is what is done, is it not?" says Dream. "Besides. I do not mind so much. But even when I do participate, it is still not good enough. Or so it seems."

It's because they're picking up on the fact that you're not really enjoying it, Hob thinks. No one wants a partner who's not engaging. Least not anyone decent. But not saying anything and then just dipping out suddenly is kind of a dickish move, in his opinion.

"Do you want to participate?" he asks.

This seems to give Dream pause. "Mostly I would prefer to do other things. Like. Dates. Only that does not seem much appreciated either." He twists his hands together. "Perhaps Cori is right. I. Care too much."

"No." Hob takes Dream's hands and untwists them. "Cori's a dickhead. You just need to find someone who's on the same page as you, that's all."

"But it seems that book is rather empty," Dream says. He hasn't taken his hands back from Hob.

"Well, was there anyone that you did like having sex with? Or has it always just been--" he can't help but cringe-- "you just putting up with it because you thought you were supposed to?"

"Calliope," Dream says instantly, and Hob lets out a relieved breath. At least it's not all bad. "Because, no matter that it ended poorly... I felt that she truly liked me. And not. Just sex."

"Okay, see?" he says. "You just have to find someone like that."

It... hurts, to try to push Dream into someone else's path. But Hob's long accepted that Dream doesn't feel that way about him. Dream rarely seems hesitant about trying to date anyone he is interested in. Surely if he felt that way about Hob, he would have made it clear by now.

"Someone," Dream echoes, looking down at their joined hands.

"Just because what you want isn't common doesn't mean it's not out there," Hob says, trying to be encouraging. "And hey, if you know now, you can avoid the whole 'not on the same page' rigamarole, hm?"

"Yes," Dream says. "I suppose so." Finally he takes back his hands, instead taking another apple slice from the plate Hob's left on the coffee table and chewing on it slowly.

I would love you right, Hob thinks, unwanted, unbidden. It's not a productive thought, and it's a painful one, too.

"Perhaps I will take a break," Dream decides, though doesn't sound entirely happy about it.

"Could be good," Hob says. "Get your head on right."

"Yes," Dream agrees. "This has been. Illuminating. I thank you for your counsel. I suppose I will have to also thank Cori, 'dickhead' though he may be."

And with that he retreats to his room, still seeming a little off-kilter. And Hob can't help but feel like he's gone wrong somewhere, said something wrong, though he doesn't know where, or what.

[nevermeyers]

I can imagine Yuuji pushing Megumi to learn to live for himself and not for others. A slow process in which he must have a lot of patience, because the event has been very traumatic.

Little by little, Yuuji invites Megumi to leave the house and takes him to all the places he once mentioned he liked; they look at the flowers and Yuuji asks him about their meaning, Megumi talks about them, (hydrangeas are so pretty)

I imagine Megumi having horrible nightmares, suffering at night and waking up intermittently, panting and sweaty, and Yuuji at his side, watching closely, giving him space to cry.

I imagine Megumi's scars, which he hates because they are Sukuna's. Now he hates mirrors. Yuuji caresses them when he's next to him, in bed, runs his thumbs over his cheeks, traces them lovingly while whispering how beautiful and strong he is; places tiny kisses on them (you're loveable!) And Megumi sometimes dares to touch Yuuji's scars, murmuring something inaudible.

I can perfectly picture Megumi hiding his feelings, because that's what he's done his whole life, and Yuuji reminding him that he doesn't have to carry the world on his shoulders alone (we're in this together, right?)

I like to imagine them living together, doing laundry, going out to the beach to look at the sunset (it was always this beautiful?), going to the cinema to watch low budget horror movies, playing gachapon.

Making life worth living.

(it's gonna take some time, but we'll get there)

[shahrwrites]

I’m not reading zdarsky’s run, but WTF IS GOING ON IN THAT MAD HOUSE?????

[five-and-dimes]

Because I enjoy making myself sad apparently I've decided to headcanon that Dream's whole "making it rain when he's sad" thing started out as a self-soothing gesture.

Like when he was young (or, y'know, young for an Endless) he would get upset and unconsciously make it rain because he loves the rain. He would listen to it patter against the palace walls, or go outside and enjoy the cold, clean air and the water against his face, maybe splash in a puddle or two if no one was looking, and it would help him clear his head and center him and then he felt better.

But then, he overheard and/or maybe someone said to his face something like "oh thank GOD you're feeling better so the rain's finally gone, it was so dreary/depressing/inconvenient/annoying/etc" and Dream was like. Oh. I did something Wrong. I'm being a bad ruler. It doesn't matter if it makes me feel better it's more important to take care of my subjects and make sure they're happy.

So Dream tries his very very best to metaphorically sit on his hands when he's feeling bad but it's hard, it's not something he's fully in control of, and it actually gets worse because now instead of enjoying the rain and feeling better fairly quickly, he feels guilty and frustrated and ashamed which makes him feel even worse which makes it rain more and it turns into a vicious cycle.

I'm not sure if he tells Hob all this or if Hob just puts the pieces together himself, but I think he starts being very open to Dream about how much he loves the rain too (and he's not lying or anything, he really does love the rain, he's just a little louder about it when Dream is around). I think he also gives an impromptu lecture about the value of stimming and how people should respect it (under the guise of something with a student or something idk) and maybe Lucienne and Matthew get recruited to help too, and I haven't figured out how it ends but it ends with Dream learning to enjoy the rain again and wait shit oh goddammit now I have another wip fuck me

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[anisecandy]

Chapter 4 is out

(I couldn't decide which one I like better)

5 times Alastor and Vox failed at sex (and 1 time they didn't) (27726 words) by AniseCandy Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel) Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Sex-Repulsed Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Sex-Neutral Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), (explained in the opening notes), Jealous Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Obsessive Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Soft Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Soft Vox (Hazbin Hotel), (only toward each other though), Established Relationship, Stalking, Idiots in Love, Alastor is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), Vox is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), Fluff and Smut, mentioned voxval, Mentioned Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tentacles, Bondage, Awkward First Times, Fluff and Angst, (while they're figuring it out), Pet Play, Humiliation kink, Praise Kink, Weird Biology, Dom/sub, Dom!Alastor, Sub!Vox, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Giant/Tiny, Mouth Kink, Blood and Gore, Past Abuse, (i.e. past voxval), Cannibalism Summary:

A little bit of drinking and a careless comment from Angel make Alastor worry that his reluctance toward physical intimacy will eventually drive Vox away from him. Ah, but surely there has to be some way to keep both of them happy, no? What is the worst that could happen, if Alastor went out of his comfort zone?

OR

Alastor and Vox try out various kinks. Bones get broken and flesh gets mangled.

[monmuses]

a real quick short PSA but i've noticed this trend recently between folks in the RPC. not to nail specifically any other communities, but this is something that's noticeable regarding a rule that is often used in multiple rules pages and guidelines: "communication is key". while it's a great rule to have and to emphasize that you (the partner) are open about communicating, there is one thing that needs to be stated for this to work:

you, the partner, also need to communicate with your partners and others in your roleplaying community when you are uncomfortable or bothered about something.

you cannot preach for communication but turn around and block your partners or mutuals when something that bothers you is not mentioned or spoken about. not everyone will remember what your guidelines are on day one of being mutuals. you cannot expect everyone to tag what you have blacklisted; you have to ask. often times, you have to come out of your comfort zone and TALK to partners if something bothers you.

"what if i'm scared that they'll say something nasty to me?" do it scared. do it terrified but with confidence because you want to talk. if they react poorly, then they are not a suitable roleplaying partner to keep around. you will know your worth and your own personal expectations with what you want.

this also includes vague-posting; why do you think people get so upset when they see you post about them in a vague manner? it's disrespectful. have basic respect for your partners as they are human JUST LIKE YOU. communicating between one another like adults (because many writers in multiple roleplaying communities are adults) is important and you will learn to be more forward and open if you just ask and talk.

if you need something tagged? ask them! if there's someone they interact with that makes you uncomfortable? blacklist their tag! if you have issues or something that has bugged you in the past with that partner? talk to them about it! be open minded and give a benefit of the doubt.

i know that there are a lot of writers who are fucking terrified to do anything beyond their own choices. you own your blog - DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO. talk to people! ask questions! that should be an expectation and be taught among communities to talk and be open! and if others can't return that respect to you? block them. you DO NOT deserve disrespect, no matter what people may say is "deserving".

tl;dr preach communication but also communicate. it's a job that requires both parties to do.

[dazais-guardian-angel]

WE ARE BLESSED TODAY

[allastoredeer]

Introducing my friends to complicated Hazbin Ships: This is Carmilla and this Carmilla's partner, Zestial. This is Zestial's partner, Alastor. And this is Alastor's partner Rosie. AKA The Platonic Square.

Bonus, if Lucifer gets involved, it's the Pentagram, and Charlie gets siblings. :)

THIS IT THE SHIP I NEED!!! Where's the content for this??? Give me the Platonic Pentagram. Gimme gimme gimme.

[lienwyn]

“Jagiya...”

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... I regret nothing.