#I'm experimenting with writing formats

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

"What will you do once I pass away?" The question came out of the blue, but such strange questions were par for the course at this point. Gamigin was nuzzling to your neck when you spoke, but he wasn't phased.

"I'll revive you. Death won't be permenent in Paradise Lost for as long as I'm around to stop it." You were running a hand through his blue hair, playing with a strand of it.

"But what if you don't revive me? If you can't revive me? What will you do then?" The dragon stopped kissing up your neck and shifted so he would be at eye level with you on the bed. He looked confused and hurt which almost made you ashamed that you asked the question.

"My staff can bring anyone back from the dead."

"Ok, but I age and demons don't what about that? What if I get so old I want to die to end my mysery."

Gamigin looked even more confused by your words. He didn't quite understand why humans aged so fast. He pouted in thought and stared at the ceiling. After a while, with a stern voice he asks "How long do humans usually live for?"

You try to remember your anthropology classes and what the avarage age of death was for your country, but you just can't put your finger on it. "I don't know, 70 or something like that." "70! Only 70 years!?!" He pushed you to the bed and pinned you to it with a shocked expression. His mind was working overtime trying to calculate just how long that timespan felt like.

Finally, he turns to you and holds your hands softly kissing them both. He stares determined in your eyes. "You are going to have the most exciting life ever. I promise you. What do you wish to do before you die?"

You've never seen him so stern, but the question was one that you've many times asked yourself yet never seemed to have an answer to. Gamigin's glare was starting to intimidate you so you gently slap his face.

"Don't look at me like that! You're making me nervous! I don't know what I want to do before I die. I just kind of want to see where life takes me."

Gamigin smiles like he usually does and pins you to the bed with a hug. His staff, which he kept in one hand at all times, jiggled lively as you both collapsed on the cottage bed.

"Well then, I want to cuddle with you and rewatch the 'How to Train Your Dragon' trilogy. And then we can play blackjack and whoever wins has to wash the dishes after dinner!" Gamigin proclaimed before kissing your cheek and nuzzling into it.

"Who tought you blackjack?" It was strange hearing your usually innocent boyfriend putting forth the idea of blackjack of all things.

"My brother Buer. He also thought me the dishes strategy as well. Jokes on him, I won." His giggle was contagious and you two ended up just cuddling and watching movies for the better half of the night.

If your relationship with Gamigin thought you anything, it was that you didn't have to live through bombastic experiences to enjoy life. You were having the time of your life just being close to him.

[psychopomp-namine]

yingdu episode 5 spoilers

ohhh my god this is everything I want from cheng xiaoshi. yes. perfect. sorry, but I'm a cheng xiaoshi whump liker and link click always brings out the best of them in episode 5 of each season.

there's just something cathartic about how when cheng xiaoshi becomes an emotional mess, it's also when he's most disconnected with the people he knows (physically, as he's diving in a photo and his only link to his home timeframe is a disembodied lu guang in his head) but it's also when he's most connected with strangers (when their own personal trauma lines up with his). to me, it's a showcase of empathy and a strange manifestation of his own agency. something about how the disconnect gives him the space to blow up, and the connection heightens it and grants him permission, almost, to express his anger more freely for his own sake and for another person's behalf.

like. listen, okay, I'm gonna ramble now because cheng xiaoshi is my favorite character in this entire show, but listen. sometimes some fans will conflate adjectives to his character that are usually associated with his character archetype, but they aren't necessarily true about him as a character. and I don't mean it in a, "he's not like that because he grows out of those traits" kind of way. I mean it in a, "he was never like that" kind of way.

one of those adjectives, for me, is when people call him immature. he isn't! to me! imo! he's got big emotions, yes, but I personally don't think the presence of big emotions indicates anything about maturity. because you know what? as long as his primary trauma (feelings of abandonment) isn't touched, he is very good at handling interpersonal conflicts, and that's what's interesting to me.

qiao ling hides relevant information from him? he removes himself from the situation to give himself space and sort out his feelings. he tells her he's fine and that he'll be back.

post-earthquake arc? I'll just copy paste what I already said in a previous ask:

what initially got me was when I was first watching S1, I thought the earthquake arc would have devastating effects on [shiguang's] relationship. listen, I didn’t know what I was getting into with link click, but I thought that was expected. it’s ripe for drama! but how do they handle the fight? they put their side business on hold but they still keep being roommates. they still do their day job. they still talk. they’re still upset but they give each other space but not to the point where they can’t stand existing in each other’s spaces. that’s when I realized that oh, they really trust each other. they have a very solid foundation for their relationship that not even the earthquake arc can break. they’re pretty level-headed about this, actually, all things considered? all the doomed yaoi stuff came later, but that’s just the cherry on top. it’s the way they handled conflict and disappointment in S1 that got me.

okay, protect-namine, why go through that whole tangent? BECAUSE! circling back to yingdu episode 5, we finally, finally get to see cheng xiaoshi let out some of his anger. and it's precisely because his primary trauma point was on the table. he can forgive a friend lying, and he can forgive being told not to change the past. because at the end of the day, qiao ling and lu guang stayed. they never left him.

but he cannot handle abandonment. he cannot understand why people leave. he cannot understand why he's been clinging on to false hope this entire time. and more importantly, he cannot understand how someone can be such a hypocrite about it. "a man who'd rather be kind to strangers than face his own son" like fuck man. cheng weimin you fucked up so bad.

it's the disconnect/connect thing again too. thematically, it makes sense. when does cheng xiaoshi blow up? when he's alone, far away from the people that ground him. alone, the feeling he hates the most. he's not even in his own body. he blows up when he's inhabiting a stranger's. he doesn't even get to be angry as cheng xiaoshi.

how fucked up is that. man. I love him so much.

also I'm going crazyyyy over the family themes going on in link click. much to say about the show itself across all seasons (the twins, qiao ling and cheng xiaoshi, even the liu siblings), but for this episode... god. okay this is slight speculation territory now and I'll try to keep this very short, because this is only tangential to the post. but. imagine xia fei getting the good parent figure in cheng weimin that cheng xiaoshi never had. and he doesn't know!! he's bitter inside about his dad and he's having hotpot with xia fei and he doesn't know he was in that school!! fuck that's so good. that's so juicy.

okay, sorry, I have a lot of feelings about cheng xiaoshi. he's my link click blorbo of all time, and I love when he experiences The Horrors™ because it's also when other sides of him gets to shine.

on a brighter note:

VEIN AND CHENG XIAOSHI MEETING AGAIN!!! their greeting was so cute. also omg does xia fei know? that his boss is maybe possibly a cannibal? actually, wait, I don't think I'd be surprised if he does know.

ah and finally. finally:

I've been having many thoughts on how yingdu approaches "friendships" and their transactional nature (mostly with regards to liu xiao) but I mostly thought they're headcanon stuff. but now. I'm so so happy that episode 5 is bringing out more of the quid pro quo theme. liu xiao with the gift giving. wang qing's "friends" (bullies) demanding her to cheat on the exam for them. and now, vein and cheng xiaoshi having a friendly greeting but also exchanging favors. so good. so good. it goes along with how there's so much handshakes and handholding this season (not just with lu guang and cheng xiaoshi, but with cheng xiaoshi and the the antagonist trio too, who have all met him by "helping" him in some way). something something trust and favors. probably something that deserves its own post though, but I wanted to point this out because I am soooo here for that. it's goes hand in hand (ha!) with the whole fraud/lies vs innocence/honesty theme this season, and deals/contracts being an equalizer to the two. very good. very tasty.

edit: ooh they also point to this in the YE6 trailer too. nice, nice. if you knew someone's true colors, would you still be their friend?

man, I love episode 5. it just hits all the stuff I personally wanted to see. the only flaw is that we still haven't seen the older version of wang qing, but yeah I kinda expected that they'll hide her until episode 6. they're giving her the liu xiao treatment from season 2. sigh. really wish she'd keep showing up in S3, we need more female characters in this show 🙏

[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

Sparks tour 2023

[lesbian-infidelity]

s1!wilson (married) (at the time): you want to woo cameron on this date here are my four easy steps to get into someone's pants the last step even has a acronym!

me (remembering s3!wilson's four easy steps to tell a patient they're dying) squinting: ...sure not?

the worm in my brain (shouting): HOUSE AND WILSON HAVE OPPOSITE BUT EQUAL AUTISM THAT'S WHY THEY'RE GREAT FOR EACH OTHER AND ALSO SUCK FOR EACH OTHER

me (pretending to be normal): okay worm in my brain 👍

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hey Mousy!

I was thinking about how reckless the farmer can be, you know, fighting monsters, overworking to maintain a farm, and even being a guinea pig for others.

But despite all that, the farmer stays alive (CofcofPoweroftheScrollandMr.Qicofcof)

But, how do you think the villagers would react to the news of the farmer's death?

Oh, pain... 🥲 Thank you for ask, Shiro 🫶

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It was rare to catch a conversation between Marlon and Lewis, but the old adventurer had come to the town mayor's home... with tragic news. Marlon himself was as gloomy as a dark cloud. The news he brought had shocked the equally old Pelican Town Mayor.

They're.... dead? In the mines?

Merciful Yoba.... But, they came here as farmer, why did they have to go into the most dangerous place?...

The next ones to be shocked were Dr. Harvey, who stated Farmer's official death, and Maru, who was helping him. The young inventor gasped in horror: seeing Farmer's body had made her sick, so Harvey had to do almost everything himself. All this was late at night, and just the next day in the afternoon, Maru was to meet her girlfriends at Haley and Emily's house to discuss various gossip. And Maru (unfortunately), also got some news.....

All the girls gasped after hearing this, Penny even dropped her tea cup from shock. Abigail turned even paler, because just yesterday she had begged Farmer to take her to the mines, but Farmer had politely refused her. Perhaps, because of this, they had saved her from death...

Pelican Town is a small town, and news of the death spread like the plague. Caroline and Pierre learned everything from their daughter, truly regretting the death of the young farmer. And even though Pierre was not close to them and for him it is, in fact, just the loss of another client, he does not wish anyone such a terrible fate, to die young, alone...

Gus didn't turn on the music machine in the Saloon, also giving himself over to mourning the loss of a member of their commune. Let the others not be fooled by the rather stale reaction of Shane, Alex, and George in calling the farmer a fool. They just don't know how to react to the loss of a loved one again.

It would seem that Clint couldn't have gotten any sadder than his usual state, but when the only person he considered a true friend dies... It's painful.

It's pain for Robin to construct a gravestone instead of useful buildings for farming. Sebastian, along with Abby and Sam shut themselves in his room in the basement, trying to hide from the pain that way. Vincent didn't understand at first why his parents sat sad, but Jas immediately realized why Aunt Marnie's eyes were red. She understood why Uncle Willy had taken off his hat as he saluted the dead farmer.

Everyone was at the funeral, mourning the young farmer. As dusk descended on the Valley, no one noticed several figures standing near the fresh grave. No one saw how Marlon placed their sword beside the grave, how Rasmodius made the flowers beside the grave grow, decorating it with a single movement of his hand. And how quietly Linus stood, whispering a farewell to the young soul who had not been afraid to go into danger to protect the people of Stardew Valley.

[psalmsofpsychosis]

My notes app VS Darthfett

Vader and Boba's Story is about hunger, hunger so bottomless and alive and consuming, it's pure hunger born out of two people being kept sated and sedated by force.

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both of them are so hungry, so hungry, they're hunters by essence, on different scales. their story is: what happens when two people let each other eat through the other?

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There are fewer things more enticing than the sight of Boba's blood on Vader's gloves— when the hunter hound recognises the true blood of another.

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Boba and Vader's relationship really is about the way only a hunting hound can stop the momentum of another hound's sprint by viciously biting and tugging at his collar. Like, Boba leashes Vader in so fucking easily, and so does Vader.

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Darthfett fics do play with the sentiment of "if you love someone let them go" as Vader's central mentality, as the core state he truly comes to learn only by the virtue of his love for Boba Fett.

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Boba is very inviting, he wants to be taken, to be killed, he loves a good challenge; he loves the power it takes to kill him and he loves seeing someone who has that. It's alluring to the ones who do hold the power too, the ones he lets close enough, his submission is so eager and true.

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The idea of Boba being protective of Vader, of shielding him— it's such a heady thing. you get this ultimate embodiment of power, and a much less powerful but ferocious person being so possessive of them. it's meaningless in the framework of power, but it's not about that; it's about love.

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The thing about darthfett is, both these people are very much contained to their suit of armour and what it entails. The suit/armour makes their history and their personhood, the very specific and often subconsciously claustrophobic way in which they exist in the world. Their suit/armour is less an item of clothing and more a narrative defining their psychological, emotional and physical threshold.

so naturally most often darthfett fanfics are about the idea of unbearable physical intimacy and the pure gravity between Vader and Fett's bodies alone, the boundaries they have to cross (and the possibility of crossing it) just to exist with each other bared.

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Speaking of which, i adore how Vader's existence feels so contained in every sense of the world, burning viciously while the flames keep curling in. He is neverending ember long after the fires ceased.

[freezinglemur]

"Loving Memory"

You hold so much in your memory. Some of those memories are not yours. To those you love, and the promise to never forget them— You hold those the closest. They are yours. They are a promise you made. You do your best to ease the hurt you know they've been through.

Your family, your friends, your partners; Love is many things: Philia, Storge, Eros, Ludus, Pragma, Agape-- And many more in ways words in no language at all can express. And so you love with everything you can.

[actxfdetermination]

@actxfmercy Kris to Asgore

they flop against the desk of the flower shop. full on splat mode. they're there because the Soul wanted them to, sure, but maybe staying in there is okay, today.

they might need a break, and as odd and awkward and tense and cringe as their dad act, they don't mind the quiet of the shop, save for the chipping sounds of his shears cutting weeds and dead leaves.

Spending time with dad. Alone, without Asriel. Feels odd. But it's okay.

It's okay, today. As long as he doesn't talk about mom or force them to bring her another bouquet that will eventually end up in the trash, it's okay. For the time being, well. They flop there. Play with the handful of golden petals and eviction notices on the desk. It's cool.

💚 act : ASGORE

You smile tenderly at the sight of your child flopping on your desk. They look so tired - a state of the mind that, with all honesty, you can fully understand. You leave them be for a few moments, letting them enjoy the calmness of the flower shop, without the need of actually talking. In the meantime, you keep on working on the vases instead, cutting away dead leaves - hiding quickly those few flowers that don't belong to the Light World. Kris wouldn't recognize them, but better not cause any questions, right? How beautifully foolish you are. You still don't know a thing.

You're always so happy when your children come to vist, and admittedly Kris makes you the happiest. It's because they come more often, you suppose - and they seem to give you the blame for their family situation a lot less, which is... relaxing, in a sense. You yourself don't blame any of your children for it, it doesn't make any sense to you. It's simply one of those situations where all you can do, really, is smile and be patient. And you have the patience of a king. You finish fixing the vase, the last few leaves dropping in the plastic bag under the table, and you put down the cutters. With your hands now free, you pick up the flowers and use them as a smooth transition to get to Kris, posing the vase on the front of the desk, ready to be admired and, hopefully, sold soon.

* It's nice to have you here.

You rest your hands on the desk, and your head on them, taking a similar flop pose to Kris. No, you're not going to ask them about their mother, nor to bring her another bouquet: you have the feeling they need a pause from their mother in general, and for the flowers... Well. You would be a liar if you said you don't know where they end up. You thought once that insisting would have brought to something good, but as the blindness of love and grief faded, you saw clear as day that it went the exact opposite direction - not to mention, your children paid the heavier consequences. And it's something you shouldn't have let happen in the first place.

* I think I have a can of Coke in the fridge, for once. Would you like it?

[imminent-danger-came]

You Wanted To Make Him Proud

Summary: Red Son and MK have a conversation (turned kinda argument) about expectations and legacy. You gotta give Red Son credit for trying

Word Count: 2,460

Red Son grumbled his way out of the water, absolutely and utterly drenched. 

No Dragon Girl, he had said. I don’t want to have a splash fight, I want to have a peaceful wade in the water without your meddling . You’ve already soaked me once -

Of course, the moment he had said that a devilish grin appeared on her face, and it was over. Suddenly, there was an ancient family sword summoned and a green transparent dragon’s tail sending a wave in his direction. As if that was even fair—Red Son used fire magic, he was out of his element, literally.

Mei would be happy to learn she remained the most annoying person Red Son knew, and he was at a beach full of annoying people.

He huffed, glaring at the Dragon Horse Girl all the way to his family, spot in the sand. He reached into his bag, shuffling the contents around until he found what he was looking for—a purple towel with the Demon Bull Family crest displayed on its center.

At least the Noodle Boy hadn’t ganged up on him with Mei. If that had happened, Red Son doubted he would have even made it out of the water—which was both lucky and strange. Where had the Noodle Boy gone? Off to tend to his sunburn, perhaps?

the rest is on AO3 babyyyyy

[litany-writes]

church notes (v), alternatively titled “bring peace but bring first justice (in which we learn about anger as the bombs drop)”

[lesbiancolumbo]

im not usually a fanfic reader at all but I ♥️ personal & confidential. Ur brain is so huge

if this is a subtle kick in my pants to get my ass back into the google doc and finish the next installment......... yes sir. no but in all seriousness, thank you so much! that means a lot to me, i know this is a more experimental type of work and may not be what people want to read, but i love working on it. regrettably i had to put it down for a few weeks as i traveled and then dealt with some other commitments but there will be more to come hopefully VERY soon.

[fierceomen]

oh boy, okay, guess it's fine for a STARTER CALL ! pls interact with this post if you'd like me to write you up something. for any multi - muse blogs, if you have any specific muses you'd like to write with kei pls comment to let me know! i'm happy to do a couple of starters for you too if you'd like multiple muses to interact.

ps, if any of you wanna write a thread with babey keigo i'm 100% down for that too hehehe

[malulurivers]

editing notice

so, with summer hanging around, I'm itching for things to do. since I really like editing and proofreading, I figured I would offer up my services to anyone who needs it!

I'll proofread anything at all, even for a fandom I'm not particularly involved in (though that would absolutely help, I'm willing to research stuff!). as for editing, I'll do it for a fandom I'm accustomed to (which is a lot, even if I don't post about them too much). I'm also happy to help proofread/edit anyone's original content, it doesn't have to be fandom stuff! I've got a lot more experience with that anyway which may come across in my own writing a bit idk.

I'd like to earn a little bit of cash eventually, with emphasis on the 'eventually', so that wouldn't be right off the bat (especially if it's a small thing!). I just genuinely really enjoy proofreading, I find it really satisfying, and I want to be a part of a writing community and help out where I can! as the proofreading-editing part is usually the not-so fun part ':D

anywho, if you're interested feel free to dm me!

~ malu

[some-teeth-in-a-trench-coat]

[ID: screenshot of a tag that reads "enjoying even" /End ID]

2024 is the year we stop “consuming” and go back to “reading/watching/listening to/playing” things

[seiifey]

"writing" but like pulling words out like teeth and they're all rotten. "writing" but like theres no goal. "writing" but its not a muscle I haven't used in a while; its one that's atrophied. "writing" but I hate my own voice and all the words I use are predicable. "writing" but I can't settle on a tense on a perspective.

[akechis-special-case]

Sorry, this went on in my head as it just kept hurting like crazy (it is somewhat better now). This is anything but a drabble but... Yeah. Something short I did as a warm up. Also I usually never write in first person but I wanted to try it again after years (last time I wrote in first person was almost a decade ago I think).

The Right Medicine

A Collection Of Very Short Stuff

Words: 400

“Goro, my head hurts~” I mutter, though despite the pain in  my voice it sounds more like a pleading tease. 

It is enough to get his attention however, making him turn to me with a sigh. “And what do you want me to do about it?” He asks, rolling his eyes before looking down at me. Is it a hint of annoyance in his tone or is he sounding like this because he is used to it?

In any case, seeing his expression never gets old. And, well, who would I be if not his whiny, little thing sometimes? So I respond: “Make it feel better. Please?”

“Feel better? Really?”

I nod.

“How am I even supposed to—” Yet he pauses, putting two and two together before it hits him. I can see the flush on his cheeks, the sudden fumbling around. He is trying to keep himself together now. “Y… You mean…”

I nod again, eagerly waiting as I lean myself a little forward, waiting for his next move. He turns his gaze, shifting it from spot to spot. I then hear a mumble under his breath, a faint ‘Fine’ before he leans forward for a moment.

It is only for a short moment, a second at most. One of his hands moves some of the hair aside so he can press his lips against my forehead no problem. My own cheeks burn up, they always do. And yet it always makes me unable to hold back a smile.

He pulls back, our gazes meet again. “Th… There. Better?” He asks, visibly bashful yet trying to mask it by seeming calm. It only makes him look a little grumpy though.

I chuckle softly. “Yeah, a little, Thanks.” I respond. Though just when he things he is off the hook I step closer and add: “Though I might need more. Please?”

Despite me pulling stuff like this all the time it seems that he cannot help his reactions at all. He lights up so much that he may as well look like a fire hydrant. The words seem to be stuck in his throat yet he seems to be able to open his mouth again, even if it starts with yet another sigh. “You’re impossible sometimes…” He mutters in the end yet I can see that faint smile on his face. Secretly he doesn’t mind this at all, does he?