#crash verse

[cheaploafs]

prompt list showed me “i should have never let you go—“ and man..

[yesimwriting]

After meeting Lestat, bestie reader isn't allowed to express any opinions on him in front of Armand. For obvious reasons, if bestie reader so much as implies a compliment, Armand crashes out. He can't get away with enacting physical violence, so he jumps to emotional manipulation. He starts acting like bestie reader just said she never wants to speak to him again. He's wounded.

However, if bestie talks about hating Lestat, Armand also crashes out. Their entire connection is based on mutual dislike. He's not going to share that. He's supposed to be the eternal thorn in her side not Lestat. So he's just as emotionally manipulative about it, because again, he's wounded.

[bunnymi1k]

@catboymoments the worms in my brain made me make this 💔

my brain is a microwave and kaylu has been rotating inside (^':

[ishgard]

"I think you could use a break."

There... was going to be more but... right as I was going to save the pose with the end in sight...

And it's almost 2am so. 🤷‍♀️

[geesecanon]

do you think ford is a romantic? love ur writing btw

i think so! but in unconventional and small ways, and probably not in ways he’d classify as “romantic.” random little gestures that add up over time. mostly things he’s noticed about how you are: how you take your coffee, how you organize your closet, your books, any routines, etc. he likes to do things that feel useful, rather than perfunctory — and if you ever point out how much they mean to you, he will especially double down since he knows it’s appreciated.

but i think grand gestures would stress him out, either in the planning or the fact his family would be talking his ear off about what THEY think is romantic (well-intentioned but ultimately unhelpful). although, after being together long enough, i like to think he’d feel less pressure doing any because he “should” and instead just wants to do special things with you for fun — a night under the stars, visiting remote and magical corners of the forest, a picnic at crash site omega, etc. all very romantic sounding on paper but with their own twist that makes it unique to him :)

and tysm for the compliment!!!💜

[chocodile]

How quickly does the shadow take it's victims? Would getting a drop of it on your arm result in it eating your flesh like acid and making more of itself grey goo style? Or is it slower, and it digests/absorbs it's victims alive The Blob style?

It seems there is still some debate among experts about the topic!

[gay-hyperfixator]

current hyperfixations (subject to change within the next 20 minutes):

thunderbolts*(THEY'RE SO AMAZING I CANT), black widow (movie), the entirety of yelena belova (she's so me), hawkeye (tv show), the entirety of kate bishop (she's also so me), comics (got a bunch the other day, !!!), marvel/mcu (just starting out but we'll get there), spiderman (I WENT TO A SPIDERMAN MUSEUM YESTERDAY!!!!!!), photography (also just started this one), pokemon (this has been going in and out of my brain BUT i did get pokemon go like a month ago and it's back again soooo), fanfiction (i know this is weird but i, like, just started reading fanfics??!?! and i'm TRYING to write some but im an info writer and going through writers block rn :( oh and speaking of info writing,), informational writing (had this since 5th grade, still going strong, mainly because it just lets me research and become an expert on a subject and just infodump for 5 pages)

ok i think that's it (for now)

can you tell i'm neurodivergent

[bugsinshoes]

random aysel + aysel adjacent doodle dump,,,,,,,, ya

[sylviareviar]

Sylvia could see why Lena loved the ocean so much. Sunlight danced across the surface in waves, following the flow of the wind. Her hair and wings brushed through the sky, yearning for the freedom of the open air. Her hands clenched on the overhanging tree, the bark flaking on her palms. She stood at a crouch, her wings open wide.

The clouds were starting to part a little. Specks of blue peeked out between them.

She tried again here, where the wind was stronger, and her wings were angled just the right way. Each beat of her wings was stronger, more confident. Back, forth. Don't forget that circular motion. Her gaze was fixed skyward, the clouds her goal.

She'd never considered herself a thrill seeker before. Now, she couldn't think of anywhere she felt more at home than in the sky. Her wings flapped harder, faster. Gales whipped around her in response to her wishes. Keep going.

The more she practiced her flaps, the lighter she felt. But even this still wasn't enough. Her limbs were shaking, holding onto the precarious tree. Her balance wasn't all there, her confidence was still lacking. She needed to embrace the sky. She needed to push past her fear.

Sylvia turned to look down below her, at the sharp rocks awaiting beneath, lapped by water like the jaws of death, waiting for her to fall. She wouldn't let them have that satisfaction. If she fell, let it be to the water below. She just needed to jump far enough and gain enough height with her wings. Enough momentum.

She pushed away from the tree and stepped back, turning to face the woods once more. Once she gained enough distance from the edge of the cliff, she turned on her heel and took off at a sprint, flapping her wings faster and faster as she ran. They caught the wind, but her feet still pounded into the ground. The edge rapidly approached; she planted her feet on the cliffside and jumped at the peak of her power, angling her body downward. Her heart thrummed in her ears, but she had no time.

Her wings sliced through the air with surprising ease. Now that she was off the ground, gaining lift with just one flap was enough to send her soaring past the edge, away from the rocky death that awaited below. Flapping her wings constantly was a mental effort, a task she needed to fully focus on, like a child still learning how to walk without stumbling on their trembling little legs. She couldn't get caught up in watching the view. She just had to embrace the wind and sky as a part of her, and keep flapping.

Steering mid-flight was a challenge at first. Her weight depended on her shoulders, the direction they pointed in, but she had initially assumed she had to lead with the direction of her head. The flexibility and magnitude of her wings made it easy for her to turn or flip in midair as if she'd been flying her entire life, but her movements were erratic, spontaneous, confused. Like a dance, almost, except with two left wings. She could change directions on a dime, it was incredible.

Once she got a hang of flapping her wings constantly, she hovered in midair for a bit, just enjoying the view of the island she had. The trees down below were small enough to resemble a toy diagram. The school in the distance was dwarfed by the immense mountain behind it. Morning godrays tinged the whole island with a golden hue, peeking through the clouds her spirit had drawn.

She wanted to share this view with Lena.

[yesimwriting]

Louis, bestie and Armand are giving the energy of Einstein the cat and the little kid.

Like Armand finally gets bestie to love him as much as Louis and his wish of keeping Louis through bestie comes true like:

Bestie: “If Armand goes away then I go away”

Louis: 😳

Armand: 🤭

Bestie: “so he’s not leaving because I know Louis can’t let me leave!”

Armand: 🥰😘😍😚

Bestie: “I will go with that cat”

Louis and Daniel: 😀😅😲

this has me in tears i love the einstein the cat meme so much 😭.

i do want to say that bestie's priority will always be louis but she will be pouting AND complaining. louis has never said 'no' to her before and now that lestat's back she's not getting her way anymore?? AND she can't be around armand anymore?

like even if louis doesn't want to be with armand anymore he should at least let armand wander around the penthouse like a pet gremlin for her to take care of.

and the lestat revelation does not come at a good time for her. when she finds out louis is trying to replace armand with some random french guy she doesn't even know like that😭. omggg. she's inconsolable.

louis: he lied to me for 77 years. that's over 50 years longer than you've been alive.

bestie reader: okay, and lestat had you living through the first episode of a true crime documentary about a woman who went missing and was later found murdered by her husband.

daniel's going to have commit to the divorce lawyer bit and draw up a joint custody agreement :((

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

I know I don't often post about the musical but. dear god. Jesus fuck. tusla '67. my god. hey. Jesus christ. holy hell. know that every time I listen to that song i look like this.

[invalidname19]

10ft

[forthewinn]

@trcstme

His walk was supposed to clear his head, not make everything worse. It was good for the first few blocks, really a chance for him to clear his mind, the noise the city starting to slow down and instead give Winn a chance to try and figure out what his next steps were going to be. He was so lost in his own head he didn't hear the grunt from Mateo until it was too late, Winn frozen as he realized that Agent Shaw had just stabbed the man who was supposed to protect him. He took a step back, torn between trying to fight or if it was best to run. The choice was made for him when Shaw made a motion for Winn to follow him, Winn already knowing that running wasn't going to get him anywhere. He wasn't fast, Shaw was trained. He used to trust Shaw with his life, and now he was pretty sure he was going to ruin it.

The rest didn't really seem to matter, Winn's brain in a state of shock as he tried to keep himself in the present and not trapped in the past. But everything was becoming so similar, and eventually he found himself getting out of a car that he didn't even remember getting into. He wished he had been focused on road signs, or at least what direction they had gone. Because now they were here, wherever here was.

He didn't bother trying to figure out how long it had been before Shaw came in with the camera. He honestly still had no idea why he was here, but he assumed it was for leverage. Shaw wasn't like his biological father, he didn't talk to Winn. He didn't share stories about his future plans. Instead Winn had immediately been brought into this basement, and restrained to the chair. He didn't even give Winn a chance to ask any questions before a cloth was shoved between his teeth and tied at the back of his head. Okay so no small talk to get him out of here. Just a few punches to leave blossoming bruises, a picture that Winn knew was going to be sent for whatever it was Shaw was truly after. '

The next thing to set up was a tablet, Winn knitting his eyebrows together as he tried to figure out what was happening. He stopped trying eventually, accepting that Shaw had a plan and didn't want to clue him in on what it was he was really here for. He hadn't seen the agent since he clicked onto the ongoing video conference, but all Winn could see was a black screen. Until possibly hours later it wasn't a black screen, because Sarah's face was on the tablet in front of him. Proof of life, Shaw was showing her that Winn was still alive. And showing Winn that he had more than just one pawn in the game. He tugged slightly at the zip tie keeping him restrained to the chair as he looked at Sarah through the screen, desperate for her to not see him like this.

[liuisi]

lowkey o-(-( right now

[wumpa1films]

Yes. I draw Dr. Neo Cortex sometimes.

He’s hard to draw though.. :( I need to practice more

[terminalvelocityfrfr]

Is anyone else spiralling about how s6 is gonna go? Is Arthur gonna get transported to yet another dimension after failing to get the blackstone? Is he gonna keep trying to get it into 2 seasons? Is Kayne gonna follow through with his deal? Will we get the TMA x MALEVOLENT crossover we deserve?