#wynter's tags

[wynters-writings]

Last Line Tag

Thank you @thewritingautisticat for tagging me in this! I've managed to work a bit on the next chapter for J&E and this is the beginning part of the chapter.

Scrolling through the catalog for another movie to put on for background noise as he worked on his song for the music venue’s competition and putting one on, he heard his phone go off with his social’s message tone. Who would be messaging him at this time? Unlocking his phone he hoped it was Averi as he liked talking to his friend and could probably use a break until Evander came back home.

Reading the unread message it was from Liber McCoy. His now ex-boyfriend. What he messaged him wasn’t an apology for what he did, but rather the opposite as if he were taunting him from across the country at his college. It read like he was pleased with his actions and not knowing if Jet was safe or not afterwards abandoning him with no way back on his own.

Being in the situation he was in, he almost forgot about Liber and all the emotions from that day flooded back as he blocked and threw his phone away from where he sat. He didn’t have time or the mind space for any of his bullshit that he threw his way. Curling up on the floor, he tried to forget all the pain he inflicted on him so callously as he ignored the tv, his bass, the notebook and pen, letting it all go into the background of his mind.

I will tag @k--havok @foxys-fantasy-tales @fracturedfable @athenswrites and I'll leave an open tag!

[porcelainseashore]

OC Outfit Haul: Wynter

Literally just edited because @hlozt tagged me in the middle of doing up this post. Thank you, sir!! 🫡

What would your OC wear...

As Casual Wear?

On a Lazy Day?

To a Formal Event?

To bed?

No pressure tags:

@medeaft @auspex @fruitssalad @ofmalkavians @dostoevskybignaturals

@rattenprince @scribesofcalamity @milk-crafting @silkenred @lydia-too-late

... and of course anyone who wants to give this a go!

Dividers by @diableriedoll

[luvrodite]

call me your sugar (you love you some) | gn!reader, unsolicited/unwanted flirting, stranger to fake boyfriend kyle, he's opportunistic and a bit sly about it <3

kyle's waiting for his breakfast sandwich to be heated up when he watches the guy who's been eyeing the pretty thing in the corner finally muster up the courage to slide into the seat across from them. he can't blame the man. he's been sneaking looks at you, too, admiring the line of your throat and the book that's stolen all your attention – enough that it doesn't alert you to the approaching stranger until it's too late.

you startle when the man pulls out a chair and kyle bites his cheek at the surprise that blooms across your face, your brows pinching in polite confusion. you stare at him, bemused, eyes wide behind large, circle frames.

the bloke introduces himself with a smarmy, albeit shaky grin. kyle nearly snorts when he reaches out to snag the book from your fingertips. your lips part in poorly concealed astonishment, eyes narrowing in muted frustration when the pages close with a snap, your place unmarked and subsequently lost as the man continues to make a poor impression.

it becomes increasingly difficult not to laugh when he overhears the murmurings of your conversation over the thrum of the cafe, a pickup line delivered awkwardly that doesn't quite manage to cover up its condescension. your expression is a cross between concerned, as though you're considering asking if he's well, and distinctly uncomfortable, like a cornered animal.

he'd like that look much better if it weren't at the hands of an overconfident twat who wouldn't know what to do with you. him, though – kyle's a practiced hand in dealing with sweet, shy things liable to spook at the slightest sound.

your suitor is amping up to ask for your number when he kicks off the empty table he's been leaning against and slides into the chair next to yours.

"baby," he says, by way of announcing himself, relishing in the way your eyes widen further, embarrassment in the corners of your mouth at the attention, "they were out of the pastries you liked so i got you a muffin. they're just heating it up now – oh. who's your friend?"

the man in question looks between the both of you, colouring when you lean slightly into kyle, a shaky hand coming up to rest against his arm.

"oh! um – thank you, you're so sweet. he was just telling me how he –" you pause, uncertainly, as though unsure how to explain. discomfort wears itself openly on your face, slipping into the pretence with little grace, as though the dishonesty makes your skin itch. that was fine. he'd borne worse, for much less. he'd carry that for you, too, in time. "didn't like my book?"

"oh." he laughs politely. it's obvious to everyone at the table that this is at Bumbling and Awkward's expense.

"boyfriend?" the man asks, letting go of your book and kyle smiles, reaching out over the table to offer his hand.

"nice to meet you, mate," he says, all teeth. it's unnecessary to kick a dog while he's down. kyle already knows he's going to back off by the way he wets his lips nervously, but he squeezes his hand anyway, unforgiving, smiling all the while.

the interloper takes his leave with a muttered excuse within the next minute. you watch him go, lips turned down in a displeased pout before turning to your saviour. kyle, with great reluctance, draws away and lets your hand fall from his arm.

"he looked like he was bothering you," he explains, affecting a bashful grin. "sorry if i scared you."

you shake your head fervently, leaning in conspiratorially to whisper, sneaking a furtive look as though he might make a reappearance over kyle's shoulder. "he just sat down and started talking, i didn't really know what to do. thank you...?"

his eyes widen and he laughs, offering his name. "some fake boyfriend i am, where are my manners? kyle."

you smile shyly at him, doe eyed and honey sweet. "thank you, kyle."

kyle knows a thing or two about pretty little lambs, but he's caught in your snare for a moment, heat rushing to his face before he clears his throat.

"just doing what any decent man would," he coughs, and changes the subject. "did he really tell you he didn't like your book?"

you grin, wide and a little incredulous. the warmth of the shared joke keeps the december chill at bay, the frosted marrow in his bones softening.

"he did," you laugh and the sound spears straight through him.

"can't blame him, though," he muses thoughtfully and you tilt your head inquisitively, brows arched in silent question. "pretty thing like you, i would've minced my words trying to impress you, too."

like ink in water, he watches you register the words in a slow diffusion, stunned into silence. he'd been right, that he'd like it much better to be the one flustering you.

the sound of his name interrupts the moment and you follow the sound with him to where one of the cafe staff holds a paper bag.

"back in a tick," he tells you with a wink and you tip your head forward in a dazed nod. something in him preens when you follow his movement as he stands, leaning in as if to give chase before catching yourself, quiet embarrassment evident in the flick of your lashes downwards.

"thanks," he tells the barista, and then turns back to them with a stunning grin. "actually, would i be able to get a muffin to go with that too?"

gaz my beloved sneaky who refuses to leave my mind...a tribute for the most beautiful man alive in hopes he'll stay off the brain long enough for me to focus on finals. anyway...first kyle piece kinda nervous

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Things in Zombies Re-Animated that I can't stop thinking about/just stuck out to me Idk:

Bartleby. He is very cute.

Like literally one of the best looking scenes in the entire show is the bit where he licks the sandwhich Dae gave him. The way his eyes close and his ears go back makes me so happy I love it when animals do that

Also Bartleby screaming in Something to Tok About is a really funny gag Idk-

The animals in this show are all great tbh I love that so many characters get to have weird little pets

WHEN BUCKY MET BARKY IS SUCH A SWEET EPISODE SJFNVKEMFMEMDN

Bucky somehow picking up on Dae being an introvert before anyone else does???

The Trevor Tordjman jumpscare in Something to Tok About

Shrimpossible

Bucky loving cool frogs, mostly because it's a mood

Just Bucky in general tbh

Also I really like Dae! I was kinda worried she would be annoying, because one of her defining traits is how quirky she is and that kind of character can get annoying FAST, but so far Dae's actually been really fun!

Also I think it's very funny that her VA(Kayhun Kim) was in Cocaine Bear

The Mothership not being Ru Paul anymore. A VERY understandable choice(getting Ru Paul back would be EXPENSIVE), but disappointing none the less

The fact that Bree canonically writes fanfic about A-spen and Wynter because she has a weird disconnect between them being her friends and them being her favorite band-

The fact that Wyatt and Eliza actually got together and then broke up over the course of like, 5 episodes? Which isn't a bad thing! I think their relationship was actually handled really well, which is why I'm gonna be thinking about it a lot lmao

WE'RE BRINGIN IT IS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND I CAN'T GET IT OUT H E L P

Bucky and Willa being friends. Them being friends is very important to me.

Zeddison. Just Zeddison. I love them <3

Willa and A-spen BARELY interacting in the first 11 episodes :(

Willa and Bree friendship :)

Bucky and Dae friendship :)

S p a g h e t t i W a t e r f a l l

Im glad Trevor Tordjman is ACTUALLY singing again in the show. If you don't count rapping(which I don't bcuz rapping and singing require different skill sets), he hasn't had an actual solo part in anything since like. Fired Up Competition. Which is weird cuz he's actually a pretty decent singer???

I'm also glad we get to hear Kylee Russell sing more!!! Her voice is so pretty :)

The soundtrack in general is really good

Eliza singing a love song to a vending machine

Addison and Bree's joint hallucination being the thing to prove to them they're still besties. Only real ones share hallucinations fr

Coach and the Solstice Slasher being highschool besites???

RAZZMATAZZ!!!!!!!!

Just Coach and his relationships in general tbh

The poster of Eliza in Invasion of the Bucky Snatchers. That image is going to haunt my nightmares f o r e v e r

SERIOUSLY I LITERALLY CANNOT GET WE'RE BRINGIN IT OUT OF MY HEAD IT'S TOO FUCKING CATCHY-

Also my brain has constructed a version of It's Okay where Wyatt's part is replaced with the chorus of I'm Not Okay, I Promise by MCR and that won't get out of my head either 💀

Also also every time I see the title of that song I start thinking about It's Alright by Mother Mother?

Basically everytime I think about It's Okay I get every song EXCEPT It's Okay stuck in my head. For some reason

And then We're Bringin It gets sTUCK IN MY FUCKING HEAD AGAIN SERIOUSLY IT WON'T FUCKIN L E A V E

Bucky is canon m-spec and polyamorous that one scene in A Wyatt Place confirms it I'm nOT INSANE I'M NOT-

I miss the Aceys 😔

This show has a surprsingly similar sense of humor to South Park and Smiling Friends? Like obviously it's really toned down because Re-Animated is on fucking Disney Channel, but like... idk it has the same vibes

The Blob

I wanna know when the rest of the season is coming out cuz I need moooooooore

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

zombies: re-animated + text posts

[wafflecrosantwoman54]

Do you know that you're just an opposite copy of me. Like you were a joke made by the players, then one day you spawned in. Who are you really... You're just a failed copy of me. I wouldn't be surprised if my old boss was behind this mess.

Haha. Yes, I might be a quote unquote FAILED copy of you, and I might have my flaws, but lets be real for a moment: Who's the most morally incorrect? "Who are you really..." I'm Wynter. I'm Wynter Hazelwood. Who are you, hm? I'm the cannibalistic asshole who killed someone who was capable to love me. I'm the bitch who actually TRIED to comfort Artemis when the only thing you would say is "YOU'RE GROUNDED!!!" How fucking sick in the head do you have to be to only motivate her with that? I might not be one to talk, but wait!- I actually am one to talk, because yes, I might've commited a crime or two, but you're on a whole new level. And yes, yes, i'm a joke made by the players, and trust me, i'm aware i'm a opposite copy of you. I might be weak, but i'm not as impulsive and abrupt as you are: I don't let my feelings guide my body like you do, impulsive weirdo. See, i'm aware I only exist because unus made a joke, but now, I live out of spite for you. I only live for your downfall. I want to watch as you crumble, i'll be the first one to be spitting at your grave when you're buried down dead. You call me a mess? But I can actually follow SIMPLE RULES. You call me a joke, someone who was no place in this eath, but you trying to fight Atlas is the real joke. See, your emotional fucking ass thinks you can handle the God of destruction with your bare hands. Maybe you're the mess here. Maybe you're the flaw. Think about that, Pieman.

[wolfieskies-25]

Rediscovered a bunch of art from a phase I had and completely forgot about; Nanbaka 2nd Gen XD I remember being obsessed with these fankids. (And poor Liu- my Liang X Upa kid- had a whole arc of a near death experience during the Hachiman fight, my poor baby boi) I should draw more of them sometime,, I miss them

[thecat-inthehat]

7. Morsel

I swear this prompt made more sense when I was originally thinking of it. Uh. Content warnings for post EW duel injuries, medically induced miscarriage, next of kin being forced to make medical decisions, the whole shebang.

(1208 words)

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“I can’t-- I can’t do this,” Helisent said, and feebly collapsed into a chair that was next to the two beds. The sheets were stained with blood, bandages strewn about over the bodies that lay there and across the floor, and her hands were sticky with viscera as she pulled her hair out of her sweaty face. Her fingers were shaking from the sheer amount of aether that she’d expended so far, her skin tight over her bones and her stomach cramping from spending twelve hours at the bedside. 

Her sister, Nive, lay in one of the beds. The other held Zenos. Both had shown up on the Ragnarok after the Dawn of Tomorrow bloomed, beaten and battered bloody, with their breath and heartbeats in synch. Trying to save only Nive didn’t work, until Helisent and Alphinaud had realized that the two of them were aetherically linked; one could not be saved without the other. No one knew what happened either -- Shining and Helisent had flown away on the tails of Meteion’s Dawn, and it wasn’t until they were back on the ship that they realized Nive still hadn’t returned. They had been found curled together akin to lovers under the new sun, but everything about their look had said that they had tried to fight to the death. 

“Shining will be here with food and ethers for us both soon,” Alphinaud said, his noutliths flicking around the room as he attempted to repair part of Zenos’ spine. He twitched a finger, and the devices created a screen of aether that cut off his lower body, and he started to delicately repair the spinal cord without having to worry that it would affect something up above. The medical screens of the Ragnarok held a layout of the bodies, and Alphinaud was checking it studiously as he worked. Healingway was currently synthesizing more blood for the two of them, and had left the room. It was just Helisent and Alphinaud. 

“I -- I know. But this--” Helisent said, and her voice choked on tears. “Alphinaud, Nive’s pregnant.”

Alphinaud was too well trained to let his nouliths slip from his grasp, but he went utterly still as he sucked a breath in through his teeth. His offhand clenched tightly, and he shut his eyes. He took a shuddering breath, and overwhelmed tears slipped through his lashes and down his cheeks. 

“Did you know before?” He said, and his professionalism was as fragile as spun glass and liable to break at any moment. They could not be emotional about this. (He was going to break anyways.)

Helisent staggered to her feet and her fingers trembled as she set her hands on Nive’s belly. “I suspected. Hythlodaeus had made a strange comment while we were in Elpis, and it kept ringing around in my head. But I didn’t… Twelve above, if she’s as far along as I think, it must’ve happened while we were in Garlemald.” 

Alphinaud finished with repairing the bent spinal cord on Zenos and caused his nouliths to spin around the former Prince and create a stasis shield around him. He flicked his fingers free of blood and came to stand on the opposite side of Helisent, his fingers already glowing with magic as he tried to access the damage. 

“Twelve forfend, she has four kits?” Alphinaud said, and his voice cracked. 

“Her father was a hrothgar from Bozja,” Helisent sniffled, but it didn’t stop her from joining in the diagnostics. “They’re predisposed to litters, rather than one or two like miqo’te. She already has some health issues from it, apparently two of her little siblings didn’t survive their first winters.” 

Alphinaud’s brow furrowed. “There’s… something wrong with the aether…” 

“One isn’t viable,” Helisent said thickly, and sniffled again so she could talk better. “The others, I’m not sure. I… it feels like garlean aether pa…tter…ns…” 

Helisent and Alphinaud met eyes over Nive’s form, the realization hitting them both like a sack of bricks, then looked at Zenos behind them. 

“Right. Right, okay,” Helisent said, and shook herself. When she spoke again, her voice was firmer, more the Stillglade Fen trained healer that she was. “Three viable kits, all half garlean.” 

“Can she even bear the strain of three?” Alphinaud said. 

“... No. She can’t.” Helisent said, and took a breath. “Her body’s eating itself alive trying to heal, even with everything we’ve done, and she can’t handle three.” 

“Fuck.” Alphinaud’s swear was soft, and he buried his face in his hands. It was the only time Helisent had ever heard him truly swear, and she couldn’t begrudge him for it. 

“I don’t even know if she wanted to keep one, let alone three,” Helisent said and didn’t bother to wipe the tears that were falling down her cheeks. It wasn’t even sadness at this point, just sheer exhaustion and the crash of high emotion that was getting to her. But she couldn’t stop now, or her sister would die. 

“There wasn’t exactly time, was there?” Alphinaud said, and his eyes were just as red as her own as he wiped his exhaustion back and returned to assessing the situation. “Everything happened so quickly, there was hardly any time for us to really check in with one another.” 

“No, there wasn’t,” Helisent agreed, and let out a shuddering breath. “How many can we save without risking her life-- that’s the question.” 

“Not three.” Alphinaud said, and his eyes slipped shut as he concentrated. “Two… It could be done, but I don’t… I don’t want to risk it, with how delicate her vitals are.” 

“Then we save one.” Helisent said grimly. “We save the one with the highest chance of survival, understood?” 

“Understood.” Alphinaud nodded, and did not pay attention to his trembling, nor the way his soul screamed at how unfair this all was. He was a healer, and this was, unfortunately, a decision that he had to make. There was no one else on the Ragnarok who could; not between Y’shtola caring for everyone else’s injuries and the rest of their retinue exhausted from torment that was Ultima Thule and the battle prayer against the Endsinger. 

There would be time for screams and sobs later, for now they both had a job to do. 

Helisent’s eyes slipped shut, and her head cocked to the side as she considered their predicament. She turned her hand up a little, and Alphinaud could sense the one she was pointing out. “This one, they’re tinier than the others, but the aether signature is just as strong.” 

“The one to the left has a higher weight,” Alphinaud said, as if they were not talking a difference of mere onzes. His voice barely trembled. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to save that one?” 

“Nive already lost so much weight, I’m not sure if she can handle a big child,” Helisent admitted, and her lips wobbled around her words. “With how much healing she’ll have to go through… Oscheon’s staff, I can’t-- I can’t--” 

“I’ll make the decision. Just follow my lead,” Alphinaud soothed. She’d been strong for him before, the least he could do was be strong in return. He had no choice, really. 

“Right. Your lead.” Helisent said, and wiped the tears away again. “Go.”

[a-wynterwonderland]

robussy

[guest666-art]

Oh yea, with the most recent Medic art I did- I made transparents as well which can be seen in this post here! I'm kinda proud of em but like-- be warned. Same tw for blood and body horror.

[wynters-writings]

Thanks for tagging me in this @foxys-fantasy-tales! For this I'm only going to use these characters from my WIP I took off from here with Jet and Evander. Hopefully, this worked out as some of them are very complex with their characterization and arcs.

I'm going to tag @k--havok, @elizaellwrites, and leave an open tag

[porcelainseashore]

Six Song Soundtrack Game - Wynter

Tagged by: @mortifying-macaroni @hlozt @thesixthplaneteer @thewhumpcaretaker @kavalyera A huge thank you for this, I feel so loved!! 🥹💘

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following...

1. Event that defines your character's past: Poacher's Pride - Nicole Dollanganger

I shot an angel with my father's rifle I should have set it free, but I let it bleed Made it into taxidermy, hung it on my wall On my wall

2. How your character sees themselves: Silent All These Years - Tori Amos

But what if I'm a mermaid In these jeans of his with her name still on it Hey, but I don't care cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice, and it's been Here, silent all these years

3. How others view them: It's Not Up To You - Björk

I can decide what I give But it's not up to me What I get given Unthinkable surprises about to happen But what they are

It's not up to you, well, it never really was

4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic): Dorian - Agnes Obel

They won't know who we are So we both can pretend It's written on the mountains A line that never ends

As the devil spoke we spilled out on the floor And the pieces broke and the people wanted more And the rugged wheel is turning another round

5. A major fight scene: Hate or Glory - Gesaffelstein

[ Instrumental ]

6. End credits song: Gedächtnis - Soap&Skin

[ Instrumental ]

No pressure tags:

@medeaft @inquisitornocturn @ofmalkavians @fruitssalad @auspex

@organovore @knowncorpse @silkenred @lydia-too-late @tzimizce

@swoomoo @chiss-ticism @bigswordenergy @laughatlocksmiths

@rattenprince @milk-crafting @childofyuggoth @leviathan-dee

Dividers by @diableriedoll

[annabellewynter]

Last line with a twist

Thank you for the tag @dragonedged-if

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

This is from Wild Lavender, Chapter 2

He was unaware of her presence, and she greedily devoured each moment to study him.

EEK! That's 15, not going to tag that many. Open to anyone who wants to participate.

Here's a few (only if you want to)

@leelee10898

@angelasscribbles

@dcbbw

@bebepac

@twinkleallnight

@kd-holloman

@verba-writing

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

THIS POST IS DRIVING ME INSAAAAAAAANE OH MY GOD- It took so fucking long to draw the picture. I kept changing up the designs halfway through. I almost forgot the werewolves tattoos l i k e  a l w a y s. And nOW TUMBLR KEEPS REFUSING TO LET ME POST IT HOLY FUCKING SHIT-

Willa looks kinda off but I think thats just because, since I think her model looks the best, I was subconciously basing the proportions off of that when that is n o t how I usually draw proportions? Idk-

Also! Some of my design changes don't reeaaaaally make sense unless you're familiar with my rewrites? Which I will pOST ABOUT EVENTUALLY I SWEAR- So just know any design quirks you find weird probably have a reason behind them and shouldn't be questioned :)

[jaysen-vor-hee-hees]

ah, it’s that time of year again.

[dst-outlast]

Hello. Sugar here. My main blog is @sugarhighanxiety. I have no personal boundaries that need to be mentioned. Let’s get to the characters.

WAYNE, THE THRILLSEEKER (HE/HIM)

Enjoys most frights

Loathes the mundane

Unbothered by fashion

WYNTER WITHERSTONE, THE COLDFACE INVESTIGATOR (SHE/HER)

Has a keen sense of direction

Will solve any mystery

Awfully frail

WYLIE, THE MOONCHILD (HE/THEY)

Targeted by nightmares

Draws power from the moon

Is a Gestalt

WELLS, THE CREATIVE (SHE/HER)

Is a child

Inspired by the constant

Wields a magical sketchbook

WINNIE, THE ELDERLY WITCH (SHE/HER)

Practices the dark arts

Cares for those younger than her

Impeded by her age

NINE, THE PERFECTED AUTOMATON (THEY/THEM)

Constantly improving

Needs fuel to live

Cannot eat food

Has a familiar face

WINNIFRED, THE CULINARY ARTIST (SHE/HER)

Has her own cooking gear

A well trained butcher

Distrustful of others

Prefers a varied diet

FINNFLOR, THE MERM KING (HE/HIM)

Wise beyond his many years

Commands the merm guard

At home in the swamp

I hope you enjoy them!

-S