#titles are subject to change

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Drifting - Passive floating in a river, thinking about letting himself drift away while the sun occasionally peaks from behind clouds. Before a decision is made, Dream interrupts him. Sun appearances coincide with happier thoughts? Ends on positive note since Dream is like the sun?

Dust to Dust - Nightmare accidentally getting killed by Dream, probably with his bow? While Dream is shocked & Nightmare is turning into dust, it takes until someone points it out for Dream to notice he is also dusting away at the same time.

Revert - Nightmare is hit with a positivity arrow(?) & the goop melts off of him as he screams in agony, eventually going quiet as his passive form is revealed laying passed out. Once he wakes up, he's very confused & can't understand anyone except for Dream, since languages have changed.

Fall - Something based on an incident that happened to me, where a tree fell & crushed me when I was young. Nightmare would take the place of me, obviously, in his passive form.

[ditzyevie]

Working on an AU where Makomo is alive lol

Based on a comic that I can’t find no more😔

Bonus

[emsartwork]

ALL OF DAPHNE'S TRANSFORMATIONS. INCLUDING UPDATED NYMPHIX.

Previously Fairy of the Dragon Flame now Fairy of Embers. She doesn't have any transformations others than these because she was fast tracked into the nymphix path, and unlike the winx the majority of fairies don't pursue additional transformations past enchantix. (i think Daphne would be interested in Dreamix tho, so maybe I'll draw that eventually.

Her major color shifted after dying and being revived, which is shown in her winx and enchantix.

other lore and design notes below!

I changed her major color from orange/yellow to more of a teal/green because. she just doesn't look good in yellow I'm sorry I really tried but it wasn't working. Also little updates to her hair color, nothing huge tho. Daphne's primary motifs are a branching "Y" shape and a double oval/tear drop. She's a pants when possible girlie and a one set winger(yes her nymphix looks like it have multiple wings but they all merge into one stem on each side) . Her scars from her Sirenix being ripped out of her caused her winx/enchantix to change a little to cover them(mostly seen in the arms) due to insecurity. Her Dryadix/nymphix flower is a daffodil! because pun Daph-Daff, and Daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings (also creativity, energy, resilience, forgiveness and vitality). Her Harpix wings aren't super specificly patterned, but she has darting wings common in small song and seed birds (robins, finches, brown birds etc.) the coloring is referential of a Shrike (also called a Butcher Bird), because Daphne was. incredibly dangerous and if she had sided with the ancestral probably would have been given a moniker similar to Butcher of Domino or Daphne the Slaughterer. (some people do call her these but its mostly among people who dislike Domino/The Royal Family.)

Lore! Daphne doesn't have a great sense of self, she was planned as a necessary successor to Marion/the dragon flame in a period as the ancestral witches were escalating their attacks and search for the dragon flame. Bloom was a back up baby in case both Daphne and Marion got dead and basically worked as intended haha. Daphne was also much more publicly involved in the kingdom than many of the other royals in winx (Stella, Aisha, Krystal and even Galatea to an extent all had rather sheltered upbringings) in a way Daphne is much more like Sky and Thoren in the since that none of them really had the space to develop their own personality outside of their familial duty.

Daphne's 1st winx and enchantixes are as direct a copy of her mom's Enchantix as you can get with transformations, right down to the more greenish tint of her major color. Growing up Marion used her fairy form liberally, so that, combined with being the next Dragon Flame holder left a deep impact on Daphne's subconscious. Daphne was also heavily influenced by Faragonda during her Alfea and Nymphix Quest years, but since she was older this isn't as deep an influence. After being revived, Daphne's years of defining herself as her connection to Bloom causes her major color to shift more blue in response to her trauma. Daphne is slowly starting to develop a sense of self outside of her titles/connections but it's unlikely her major color will shift again unless she has another major trauma.

(for the record the Winx do have trauma over the timeline I have laid out that would potentially cause their major colors to shift but I didn't do that for a couple reasons 1, their colors are iconic and make them easily recognizable as characters; 2, I'm a tired bitch. )

[mufos-photo-album]

The Discerning Curator and the Umbral Gardener Adamant Researcher...

Though you may also know them as Mom and Big Sister.

Bonus: What Mom and Sister looked like when they were both alive (not Spirits)

[lorelune]

currents wips:

incense and ichor // aventurine x reader - bath smut and introspection

marine predation // kainess x reader - siren AU

bruises and bite marks // kaiser x reader - exploration of kaiser's progression into intimacy and relationship

soulmateism // kainess x reader - soulmate AU with a science-y twist

dnd (do not dickdown) // fem ness x reader - thousands of words of yearning for my girlfriend alexis ness

field study // blade x reader - fourth piece in the architect series, spoiler aphrodisiacs

no egress // jing yuan x reader - spinoff of O4O, spanking fic

unnamed kaiser homewrecking fic i am compelled to write

[hoiststowline]

monday

_ x reader | prologue

"You don't notice it?"

Perhaps he could have waited for a slightly better situation to discard all of his gathered information, but it was one of the only times he's caught Sunstreaker alone and willing to discuss it in the past couple of days. Every instance he brought it up, the conversation didn't last long until they were interrupted or commed. It was becoming increasingly frustrating, especially since the bot in question was more than just aloof, none of them really knew much in reference to him or his reputation.

Bluestreak was on the verge of just blurting it out, the curiosity building until it was too far gone, temptation overflowing to just ask Hoist himself. Sure, he'd appear unhinged, but he also wanted to satiate the distracting curiosity. Bluestreak had felt that he'd been everywhere, at least within the twenty mile radius that they had all agreed upon until they had their bearings. So wherever Hoist went, it must be so much better, at least for him to frequent it so often.

"No," Sunstreaker finally answers, not even looking his way, hardly entertaining the question. He was becoming increasingly irritated, but not toward Bluestreak's rambling.

For the past ten minutes or so, he had his arm deep in the wall, attempting get the overhead lights functional after the circuits fried. It was bad enough that he could barely see anything, mumbling swears as every couple of moments when would get mildly electrocuted by the exposed wires. He wasn't maintenance, he had no idea how to fix anything aside from what he's been forced to learn.

“I've never noticed it. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen,” He continues, unimpressed, but willing to humor a friend.

Bluestreak had felt confident in bringing his observation to Sunstreaker, but that conviction was slowly dwindling with his indifference. “You aren’t a bit curious where he goes? Not at all?”

Pausing, the yellow mech slowly tugs his hand free before turning to address the bot to his right. “Why are you asking me? If it's bothering you so much, why don’t you just go ask Hoist?”

“I needed validation that I was correct before I go and look like an idiot.” He complains, leaning up against the wall right beside the area that was being worked on, arms crossed. “I know, it's none of my business-”

“Correct, it’s not.” Returning to his work, he began twisting and yanking some different wires around in a last ditch effort. "Is this a concern thing? Or are you just being nosey,"

Ignoring his inquiry entirely, Bluestreak presses onward. “Do you think he maps it? Like he’s supposed to?”

After a short moment to contemplate it, Sunstreaker responds candidly. "No, but neither do you."

"Where are you going?"

It had never been a topic for discussion before, so without a second thought Hoist had walked straight past the lobby and had begun down the corridor. Not out of defiance, just needing the space to clear his head and not be confined to the metal walls of the seemingly irreparable ship. The situation was aggravating some old wounds, and in order to keep his composure, Hoist found himself needing the silent company of others that didn't include those here.

Not thinking anyone was stationed there at the hour, he pauses and then backtracks, visibly confused. Unprepared for the unexpected question, he bides his time with a simple tilt of his helm. To his surprise, Blaster was sitting in the chair at one of the computers, but had spun around so that it faced him and not the keyboard.

It wasn't a secret that Hoist left almost every night, as Blaster saw who came and went just by the external security cameras, unbothered. There was no hierarchy within the ship, they were all friends and trusted each other to do whatever tasks needed to be completed. Some more compliant than others, though none of them would argue that the circumstance could be far, far worse.

Blaster perceived early on that Trailbreaker knew Hoist a lot better than the rest of them did, but it wasn't out of disinterest. The engineer just kept to himself, impartial to divulge information about him or his past, at least without being asked. Yet, Blaster didn't know if the tow truck just assumed that nobody would care that he left, or if they did, just didn't bother to bring it up.

"What?" Hoist returns, not quite answering the question.

"Where are you going?" Blaster repeats, leaning backward into the cool metal of the chair.

Though his posture remains dumbfounded, he finds himself replying honestly. "For a drive? The same as I do every night."

Hoist wasn't hiding anything, but this interrogation felt unwarranted since none of them were adhered to any strict set of rules. He hadn't found it necessary to request permission because he surmised he wasn't bending any orders, firm or not. And who would he ask? There was only a few places he could be at any given moment, and he was never away for very long.

"Where do you go, though?" Blaster prompts, brow raising slightly. He isn't being pushy, but is searching for an answer. "You never log anything. For someone who drives a lot, you'd think you would have some information to input,"

"Across town and up the highway." He reports without a moment of hesitation, not wanting to spark untrustworthiness. "Same route every time. Nothing worth recording."

Blaster wasn't being accusatory or critical, it was more of an approach out of blatant curiosity. Perhaps they had all taken notice of his nightly disappearance, and the red mech was the one who decided to confront him in reference to it. Blaster was extremely laidback, but also fiercely protective, especially of this small group who are now all stranded together.

"Fair enough." He shrugs, making a motion with his servo towards the door. With a satisfactory shrug, he even sincerely adds: "Enjoy."

It seemed too good to be true, but Hoist took it, waving awkwardly goodbye before departing from the base.

The harsh and relentless storm hadn't really hindered him much, headlights blinking to life as he takes off through the woods. He never minded the mud that caked along his tires and settled within his joints, but Sunstreaker always did. If it was going to rain at any point in the rotation, the yellow lambo would hunker down inside, far away from anything so much as brushing his outer plating.

It felt invigorating, the cold rain bombarding against his windshield only to slide down his hood unceremoniously. Being left to his own thoughts wasn't so much the same, but a familiar dismissive nature erases that burden for another time. For now, he navigates the path that his treads have woven into the ground, the one that leads up a short incline and onto the main road.

Street lamps alight, he ponders momentarily if Blaster had sent someone out to follow him. It would be crossing a line, a obvious display of distrust, even amongst Hoist's honesty. Oversuspicious, he coms Trailbreaker if only to ease his nerves.

"Y'ello," Trailbreaker picks up his call immediately, sounding a little distracted. "Where'd you go?"

"Famous question of the night," Hoist counters, amusement slating into his words. "I'll be back soon. What are you up to?"

"That dumbaft Sunstreaker blew out all of the lights down by our room," An scoff follows, then a clang of metal on metal. "I've been tryin' to fix it for the past coupla' hours, and all I've done is electrocute myself. Twice."

"Sorry," Something he wholeheartedly means, as that is likely something he should be working on and not Trailbreaker. "You can leave it. I'll be right back, I can work on it."

"Nah, I think I got it." There's a silence and then a staticky noise, followed by a satisfied ex-vent. "Aha. Got it."

Hoist relaxes, feeling a little less guilty. "Good job."

"Why'd ya comm me?" Trailbreaker circles back, taking a step back to admire his work. "Somethin' the matter?"

"To see if anybody else left after I did?" A little sheepish, but he genuinely trusted Trailbreaker. "Blaster was a little wary when I left."

"Ah. Understood."

He waits patiently on the other end of the line for Trailbreaker to scout the base, but it wouldn't be that difficult to account for everyone. It was just the five of them, and the three in question were usual suspects to either the command center, or their respective rooms.

"All present." Trailbreaker announces after some time, just as Hoist approaches the highway. "You'll be back soon?"

"Thirty kliks. Maybe sooner." As he's finally able to shake off the unease entirely, he graciously thanks his friend.

"Can do. Anytime." And the line clicks dead.

Somehow the highway is even poorer conditions than the town roads, the asphalt mostly empty aside from other vehicles speeding by here or there. Hoist takes his time, knowing that once he departs down his exit off the interstate, that would end his evening, at least until he could get some of the heat off his back.

The weather only worsened, visibility almost negligible as he takes the right lane all the way towards the toll. As the rain hit the pavement, his mood only worsened, somewhat unwilling to return back to base knowing he may be in for another round of cross-examining regarding his nocturnal activities. He hated feeling like an outsider among friends, but it was just by nature to be distant with those who he didn't fully trust.

Maybe it was more likely that they didn't trust him in full.

Trailbreaker did, and Hoist ensured he was well aware that it was a mutual feeling.

After too many long minutes with his overwhelming thoughts, he's preparing to take the exit when he spots a pair of tail lights, flashing dimly against the haziness. Slowly, he crawls to a stop, wheels jerking against the slippery asphalt as he spots a car somewhat nosedived, front wheels wedged in a decent amount of mud.

Instantly, he scans his surroundings, defensive at first to establish it wasn't some egregious setup. Yet, his perception is interrupted at the sound of someone scrambling around the vehicle, attempting to get into the trunk with several hums of vexation.

Hoist is hesitant. If he was given any instruction, the one he can recall vividly is to blend in and not draw attention to himself. He feels downright slimy observing the human, them unsuccessful in opening the trunk, more dirt on their armor than the car. They were still unaware that he was even there, their back to him, so he realistically could just carry on and pretend he hadn't seen any of it.

But his mission was to help those in need.

Ever so gently, his tires roll forward, going to call out to the human but then promptly halts. What was he going to say, and what if he startled them-

Carefully, he rolls down the driver-side window and tries to amplify his voice without sounding intimidating.

"Need help?"

Hoist jolts as they spin around, hand raising to push some hair aside from their vision that had matted there. There's a fear in their eyes, somewhat obvious before their focus settles on the towline on the end of his bumper.

Perhaps if he wasn't a tow truck, they wouldn't have agreed. He would appear as a suspicious vehicle in a world full of people who may want to do you more harm than good.

"Oh, can you?" They call, climbing up from where they were. Sounding so soft-spoken over the deafening rain. "That would be amazing,"

With their permission, he hastily reels his window back up before they could get any closer, pivoting so he could reverse over to the shoulder of the highway. In his mirrors, he catches how they shuffle rearward, tripping some on the greenery that had gathered off the side of the road.

With utmost patience and care, Hoist cautiously hooks the bumper of the stuck car, and with some force, tugs it free.

They watch with awe, alongside a sense of relief since only Primus knows how long they'd actually been stranded out here. It feels good to do some good, and Hoist can feel his sense of purpose returning, even if only in short kickbacks.

Feeling as if he's somehow going to get chewed out for this, he wastes no time in gently setting the car back on the road before removing his towline from beneath the bumper. Hoist surveys the area, they should have no issue getting back home, aside from the rampaging storm.

Perchance he should have waited to ensure that they had gotten back to the car safely, without any more problems. But, he would have no way to assist, so instead, he takes off, only his red taillights in the distance distinguishable by the time they had made it back up the incline to stand beside their car.

Hoist returns to base, soaking wet and cooling fans lively and loud. He heads straight for his room, fumbling to punch in the code until the door slides over to reveal Trailbreaker on his respective side of the room.

"Woah, where's the fire?" Trailbreaker watches as Hoist paces the room, the panel sliding back over with a loud thud.

"No fire," Hoist responds, gaze trained on the mud he'd trailed inside. "Yeah, well. Maybe a small fire."

Vastly perplexed, Trailbreaker searches for any sort of explanation. "What for? I thought y'were only going for a ride?"

Maybe he shouldn't have been so hasty, he was more than bothered with himself for not ensuring the human was alright after that entire ordeal. He was already knee deep in it, what was the harm of taking another step further?

"This stays between you and I, yeah?"

[23fallencomets]

I’m Beggin’ Like a Frenchman (Merci, Merci, Mercy)

summary:

Max touches her like she deserves to be loved, his hands slipping under her shirt, fingertips digging into the soft give of Logan’s stomach. It makes her twitch, reality crashing down on her as she pulls back, eyes wide.

She’s sitting on Max Verstappen’s lap, three-time world champion Max Verstappen and then the subsequent realization that she doesn’t do this; climbing onto the lap of the first person who gives her attention, the consequences of her actions can ruin her career far worse than getting dropped mid-season, something she just avoided.

coming soon!

[badgopher]

I logged into LinkedIn for the first time in...7 years? and immediately felt, deep in my soul, that one tweet about how god's plan for me does not involve LinkedIn at all.

[matchalovertrait]

Generation One

Table of Contents and Chapter Summaries

A bashful baker immigrates from México to Italy to open the bakery of her dreams and must overcome several obstacles, including her religious trauma and others' corporate greed.

🌻 Chapter One: From México to Italy

🌻 Chapter Two: The People of Tartosa

🌻 Chapter Three: Change of Plans

🌻 Chapter Four: Partners and Trust

🌻 Chapter Five: Flourishing Creations

🌻 Chapter Six: Golden Days

🌻 Chapter Seven: Trouble in Town

🌻 Chapter Eight: Food for Thought

🌻 Chapter Nine: Resilience

🌻 Chapter Ten: Diced Junior

🌻 Chapter Eleven: Personal Business

🌻 Chapter Twelve: Growing Up

🌻 Chapter Thirteen: New Beginnings

*Click on the "🌻" to go to the first post of the chapter.

[starstruckodysseys]

first lines… 2!!!!!!

(aka everyone in chaos club was sharing their wips and i wanted in on it bc i like to be part of things)

(aka^2: in no particular order, the first line of ten of my recent wips. don’t worry about why i have so many. im fine and normal and well adjusted)

1. It’s nearing March when it starts. — untitled, play it by ear

2. It’s not a secret that there’s about four real places to hang out in Mountport, or that the city itself is tiny, or that their main attraction — for the teenage population, anyway, not the tourists that pop in occasionally — is the mall. — got to leave here before i go, play it by ear

3. There’s a faint chill to the air, the only signifier of a California autumn, when Wendell realizes he has a problem. — it’s where i belong, never stop blowing up

4. Daisuke remembers Olethra. — do i look like her? (does she talk like me?), cloudward ho!

5. The first loop— well. Does it count as a loop if it’s the first one? — i think i’ve seen this film before (and i didn’t like the ending), never stop blowing up

6. March ushers in a lot of things, around town — the start of AP exam stress for overachievers, the slow decline into senioritis, a spring that feels a hell of a lot like the rest of the year, an amount of pollen to disarm even the least allergic person, you name it. — can i make it any more obvious?, never stop blowing up

7. There were a few ways Lanie had expected to spend the months into years following her famed college dropout. — diversity win! this hero/sidekick/villain trio is all trans!, never stop blowing up, oc insert

8. It doesn’t rain in Mentopolis often. — untitled, mentopolis

9. Sonya Matthews is not born a quiet girl. — bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash (under your breath), mountport ttrpg

10. Seacaster Manor is, as it so often is on a Friday night, absolutely bumping. — (look at how) i’m scratching at the surface, fantasy high

[able-juice]

Working on something original, things are subject to change, but here's some quick drawings of it.

[syntheticmask]

IT'S HAPPENING THE ART BLOCK- ITS ENDING!

Quench your thirst ya'll! Have a teaser for my new OC~

[grapenehifics]

I'm not sure you meant this as a request for a peek at the baseball players AU, but just look at that face!! How can I not share a bit of the (small amount I actually have written in complete sentences) baseball players AU when confronted with that face?? Plus some bonus clothes-sharing just because. Snippet below the cut...

Obi-Wan fixed him with a level look before turning back to the road. “You do not have to take this advice,” he said slowly, “but as someone who has played a lot longer than you have, I am going to recommend that you not mention to anyone else on the team that this is the first time you’ve ever played organized baseball.”

Anakin nodded. He hadn’t been planning on it. He hadn’t been planning on telling Obi-Wan, even; it had just sort of slipped out. “I won’t.”

“So, in that spirit,” Obi-Wan continued, “you’re probably not going to want to show up to your first day of practice in all brand-new gear, either. The shoes you can get away with, no one’s going to bat an eye at having to replace your shoes, but everyone else on that field, me included, is going to be dressed in their old high school uniforms half the time. Of which you have none.”

“Oh.” Anakin had not thought of that.

“Okay, get out,” Obi-Wan said, and stopped the car and turned the key. Anakin looked around. They were in front of a totally nondescript boxy brick apartment building.

“Wait. Is this…I can come up to your apartment?” Anakin squeaked.

“Well I’m certainly not going to leave you alone with my car,” Obi-Wan muttered, and Anakin was pretty sure he’d gotten a good enough handle on Obi-Wan’s humor by now to know that that was supposed to be a joke.

Upstairs, Obi-Wan dug through one of the boxes in the closet. “Here. These will be too short for you” – Obi-Wan held a couple of pairs of pants over his shoulder, and Anakin took them from him – “and these will be too tight for you” – he added a stack of shirts – “but just pull your socks up and unbutton the top button. It’s just practice; you can show up in a t-shirt if you want.”

“Okay,” Anakin said. “What kind of socks?”

Obi-Wan sighed and went back to digging in his drawer.

[felassan]

[cowgurrrl]

“Women can’t work under the pressures of urgency and special considerations inherent in much of the Agency’s work.” — From the 1953 report on the role of women in CIA, also known as the “Petticoat Panel”

“It’s somehow easier to endure together.” — Anton Chekov, from Complete Works of Anton Chekov; “A Living Chattel,”

In the 1980s, women made up 35% of those working in the CIA— even less traveled on official government business. In the 1980s and into the 90s, you worked for the CIA, tracking down one of the most dangerous drug cartels in history. You worked alongside countless men from other agencies like the FBI and the DEA to bring down the Medellín cartel— Javier Peña and Steve Murphy among them. They got to be the heroes. They got the praise. They got to tell their side of the story. Maybe it’s time you finally tell yours.

La Golondrina [1.1k]

Playing the Game [4.0k]

The Palace in Flames [3.8k]

How I Get Myself Killed [2.7k]

[satoruxx]

WIP GAME

rules — list the names/titles of docs in your WIP folder + open your inbox to have people ask about them!

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat thank you for the tag ari my love !! had to dig very deeply into the files for this... and i'm gonna be so honest i forgot about half of these oops

anyways pls do ask me anything about these bc i need to talk about them and talking about them will make me get inspired to write them :3333

the space between comfort and chaos. (part 5)

wolfhybrid!toji fushiguro x f!reader :: hybrid au, grumpy x sunshine, ongoing series (i'm obligated to put this here even though i think everyone knows about it)

dead reckoning.

geto suguru x f!reader, implied gojo satoru x f!reader :: canon au installment, angst, fluff, pining, unresolved feelings, bittersweet

untitled drabble.

wolfhybrid!toji fushiguro x reader :: hybrid au, in another timeline, how you and wolf!toji would meet if things played out differently, grumpy x sunshine, random thoughts about first meetings

say you'll love me to death, because i will.

vampire!sashisu x reader :: poly!sashisu, vampire x human, mutual pining, fluff, slow burn, lots of blood ??

crawling back to you.

tigerhybrid!ryomen sukuna x reader :: hybrid au, drabble, obssessive behavior, bickering, animalistic tendencies, jealousy, extremely grumpy x sunshine (he's not even grumpy he's just a hater)

ROYALTY AU

dying by your hand.

royal knight!gojo satoru x princess!reader :: royalty au, slow burn, childhood friends to lovers, bodyguard trope, mutual pining, lifelong devotion

angel eyes see the good in devils.

gladiator!toji fushiguro x princess!reader :: royalty au, forbidden romance, grumpy x sunshine

the illusion of a regime.

prince!geto suguru x princess!reader :: royalty au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, arranged marriage

no pressure tags: @vagabond-umlaut @ryomance @pupkashi + anyone else who wants to do this !!