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one of my favorite fandom trends is when there's just so much of a specific kind of fic for a character. like yeah i realize there's an angle of worldbuilding to this decision (magic-based conflicts can happen in fantasy, car accidents are common in big cities, etc.) but it is MUCH funnier to imagine hundreds of people looking at a single person and going "this man (gn) NEEDS to suffer from appendicitis"

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Thanks for the tag!! :)

Last thing I ate - uuuuhhh leftover rice and bbq pork

Last thing I drank that wasn't water - Smoothie 😋😋

Last game I played - Last night I played It Takes Two with my brother haha (we killed the elephant) and before that it was Astrobot 🥹💕 I've been obsessed with my cute little robots lately and I love all the little squeaky cute noises they make

Last movie I watched - uhhhh... I'm actually not sure! I think it was part of Mickey 17

Last hobby I engaged in - Crossword puzzle-ing!! I've been playing a lot of them lately lol

Some emojis I've been using - 🥹💕😋🪱🍯🧠🥰

Tagging @spinitback @thebrandywine @weibun-art @birdycage and @goodpointsandbadpoints 🥰🥰

It's been too long since our last tag game, so I thought I'd try starting one.

What was the last thing you ate? String cheese

What was the last thing you drank that wasn't water? Chai tea

What was the last game you played? RE7

What was the last movie you watched? Gehenna: Where Death Lives

What was the last hobby you engaged in? Paper Crafting

Some emojis: 🫨🎶💖😂🤦🏻‍♀️🦆

What's everyone else up to?

Tagging: @colesabi @samblerambles @phoenixmetaphor @fonulyn @danvssomethingorother @nowherenearsmitten

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Indigenous Chris you are real to me ❤️

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depressed but well dressed

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this week's word is...

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

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Well, since my creativity has taken a serious nose-dive and I’m not sure when I’ll get back into writing, I figured I’d post something I had been working on before my mental health went to shit. Not sure if this will be a continuation of Nocturne or not, but it’s a little something regardless.

“Are we going into the restaurant anytime soon?” Leon asks, eyebrow raised as he continues his standoff with Chris. “—or are we going to continue to stare at each other? Because I’m starving and I’ve been dreaming of these pancakes for weeks.”

Chris snaps out of it, awkwardly bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck as he blows out a nervous laugh. “Sorry,” he manages as he cuts his gaze away to see Claire’s mixed look of bewilderment and irritation. “Not sure what came over me.”

There’s a brief huff of amusement that exits the blonde as he takes the offered item back from Chris’ extended hand, hooking it over the deep v of his button-up. His eyes linger there just a bit too long. It trudges up memories of a similar garment, torn and shredded by his grip, and a sense of relief washes over him when Leon finally turns to head toward the establishment, breaking the torrent of emotions bubbling to the surface. 

The rest of the brunch goes well enough. Claire talks about her last couple missions with TerraSave, Leon gripes about his— they order and consume a bevy of breakfast foods and Chris not so subtly watches Leon order a Bloody Mary without the ‘bloody’. 

He doesn’t get his way, but he does somehow convince the waitress to considerably skew the ratio because when it inevitably arrives at the table, the hue is pink at best. It concerns him, especially when he sees Leon down the drink in the span of 30 minutes and then try to order another, but by that time, Claire has gotten a call and needs to leave. 

It leaves them awkwardly standing in the parking lot after Claire zips off on her motorcycle. 

“Well, I should probably call a cab or something…” Leon mutters as he rolls the ring of his keys within a palm. “Did consume an alcoholic beverage after all.” 

“I could drive you.” It comes out a little too eager, and Chris immediately clamps his mouth shut, internally reprimanding himself for his fervid response before he tries to recover and adds, “I mean, only if you want—“

There’s a moment of tense silence between them where they both just stare at each other. It’s different from before, when there was the added simmering annoyance of Claire’s abrupt reaction, but still just as charged. Chris keeps waiting for something to happen, to change. 

All he gets though is Leon sliding his gaze away with an offhanded shrug. “Eh, what the hell,” the blonde concedes, “save me a couple of bucks.”

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hey mutuals if u see this u gotta go work on one of your wips for at least 5 mins

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THE BORGIAS, 1x08

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(you can also put prev somewhere instead if you cant pick a blorbo)

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two (2) things i love!

1. an injured/sick character riding on a horse but no one knows they're injured/sick until they stop and instead of sliding off the horse normally, they simply pass out and fall off (bonus points if a comrade notices and tries to catch them so they don't get hurt from the fall)

2. an injured/sick character having to ride with one of their mates because they're too unwell to ride on their own (bonus points if they have to hurry to get them help and it's tiring for both riders and the horse but there's no time to stop!)

and obviously i especially love a combination of both of these! first scenario being the injury/sickness reveal and the second one the aftermath of it!

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blown

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Everything is Working Out

piers / leon || 425 words || slice of life || on ao3 drabble collection

“Turn your brain off.”

“Trying.”

It’d be easier, he thinks, if he was floating somewhere in the dark space beyond the roof of the car—endless, starless night full of snow flurries falling down from nowhere. He could be thrown up there, suspended and untouchable. He could find out what else was hiding besides clouds and snow. 

Maybe he’d dust some street farther down the road, or land somewhere across the county in some other rest stop lot where two strangers had the same idea. 

“I told you I could take over,” he says.

Piers groans. He’s the makeshift blanket right now, an addition to the coats they had laid over themselves. They lowered the back row flat. Piers holds him close. The car had never felt so compact around him—and now he gets to relish the new feeling for a few hours. 

“I’d take you up on it if it weren’t snowing,” Piers says. “When it stops, I’ll let you drive. Better visibility.” 

“Alright. Can’t argue with that. I am too tired to argue with you.”

“Finally.” 

He huffs. “And Sherry?”

“She’s fine. She got to the hotel an hour ago.”

He can picture it: her car moving through the blizzard, brights trying to cut through but shining back on her instead, making her white-knuckle the wheel. 

As if he also sees this vision, Piers tightens his arms around him. “Hey. Everything’s working out.”

“Okay.”

He lets himself burrow. Piers, always ready to meet an action with his own, holds him so close that he can’t move. Leon is pressed against Piers’ neck. It feels disturbingly warm against his nose. 

“You’re warm,” he says.

Piers laughs, shaking them both, but he sounds close-lipped and tired. “So now it’s a good thing?” 

“Yes.”

“There’s no winning with you, is there?”

“You can win,” he says, thinking mostly of Piers’ skin on his lips and his cheeks. “You just have to play it right.”

“I see. Well, when you quit fussing—” he sounds like his mother, “I just might win one of these days.”

Leon snorts. “That’s me. Making a fuss.”

Piers’ laugh is longer and breathier, and warms him down into his collar. “That is you.” 

He simply hums. The warmth and heaviness has started to sink in deeply, and he finds himself staring at a freckle on Piers’ throat. His eyes are unfocused, so the spot is a blown-out, fuzzy picture.

He’s starting to drift. 

“This is why I didn’t let you drive,” Piers says, shaking him slightly—I told you so. 

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University lecturing me about managing stress while abroad like I'm not already on the verge of a breakdown

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REAL personality test: do you use the left shift key or the right shift key on your keyboard

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one whump trope I actually love is just the soft gentle parts of recovery for a whumpee who's been through hell, whether very sick or badly hurt or both, and is now out of danger but still extremely weak, and being cared for by their friends or family

I especially love the implicit trust in that, in allowing those people to see them and care for them when they're at their most vulnerable

this is so soft!! especially for very tough characters or very traumatized ones who have trouble letting people in and letting people help them <3