#…..it’ll be fiiiiiine

[blametheeditor]

Jeremy huffs as he attempts to drag a pen three times his size behind him. It'd be easier to move if he could roll it, but that means taking apart the pen to remove the piece that stops it from rolling forever. Sometimes it's helpful, but in this case it makes getting it to his room even more of a chore.

He'd rather take it apart once he's safely inside his room, though, meaning after taking a breath, Jeremy hefts the pen into his arms, yanking it forward. The pen doesn't move, however, the borrower falling onto his stomach with a squeak.

Quickly sitting up to see what it got caught on. Sees it's been caught by fingers pinching the other end and making it impossible for him to continue dragging it across the ground by strength alone.

Looking up to see the human watching him with pure amusement, Jeremy can't help glaring. "M-Mike! I'm trying to get this home!"

Mike smirks. "Sorry, Jerber, I'm gonna need this one back."

"Why?"

"It's Phone Guy's favorite one."

The borrower hesitates at the proclamation. Looks down at the pen he rightfully borrowed. "Can we t-t-trade?"

Immediately the towering human offers another pen. It's not as lavish, and it’ll be hard to take apart, but he really only needed the ink. At least for now. “You take this shitty one for now until we find a better one.”

“Deal!”

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

…cooking up some angst ideas rn for this

[okcoolthanks]

They Have To Take My Blood This Morning

Again

[cowboygiirl]

anyone mind if we all relive two nights ago

[ectonurites]

oh no. i have once again waited until the last possible moment to do something i was supposed to do

[novelconcepts]

My wife’s going out of town for like a week soon, and I can already see the panic in her eyes as she imagines how badly I’ll fend for myself in the food department.

[look-a-diversion]

so how is aimenou

SO GLAD YOU ASKED 😄💕

She doesn’t know! By which I mean she’s equal parts terrified and exhilarated and is still in denial about how much she loves adrenaline.

See, if you are a respectable young widow elf. Who works as an investigator for the judiciary branch of your local government. And are in all things personally and professionally expected to be The Reasonable One, especially in the context of your partnership with an extremely eccentric and socially-inept colleague—

Then it is Not Done to spider-climb across a dungeon ceiling while your friends are in pitched combat with living statues below, drop thirty-some feet straight down onto one of said statues (narrowly avoiding all the stone spikes around it), take the fall damage, and yoink an amulet off its neck.

It is simply not done. It is Not The Sort of Thing You Do. Especially after your spectacular will save failures earlier that got you pretty freaked out.

And it is definitely not done to think, in the midst of all the “oh god oh god what am I doing I can’t believe I’m doing this I’m gonna die” one would expect, that this kind of heist shit fucks severely and you can imagine yourself getting used to it.

However. She could get used to this.

[pixlmonkeys]

really dislike this new thing my brain has been doing lately, I gotta be real. don’t know what it is but it is NOT it

[femininomen0n]

coming off the high of posting a well-received first chapter on ao3 and realizing that now i actually have to write the rest of the fic

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

I love making an absolute thematic mess of my scene then closing my laptop like :]

[ivymarquis]

Im about to work at 15hr shift on 3 hours of sleep y’all pray for me

[softnonsensesoftmind]

i have to drive home n why isn’t there someone in the passenger seat telling me stupid stories and jokes :(

[takingbackbaltimore]

Losing interest in the only things I actually enjoyed doing, is the worse type of feeling. Any advise?

I’m so sorry, but none at all. I understand the feeling all too well though, so you’re not alone! I’ve kept myself from doing so much stuff that served as a distraction from life, I’ve pretty much lost all motivation. But then there’s a small part of me that aches for the happiness those things brought me. Rest. That’s the only thing I can think of. Give your brain some time to just reset. I’m sure you’ll find the love for those interests again soon :).

[mirensiart]

Ok so I was thinking about Pain Sharing AU and how Four is about to split and all I can think about is Wind being envious of being able to be multiple people at once.

Like hey, hey Four, after we beat up this lynel give me the four sword. C’mon do you know how helpful it would be to have more hands on deck ON COMMAND. Wind could sail an EVEN BIGGER SHIP and wouldn’t even have to split future treasure with more crewmates.

It would give Tetra even more ways to boss him around/ tease him but what can you do. It’ll be fiiiiiine it’s not like splitting hurts lol

WIND WOULD DEF THINK THE FOUR SWORD SPLITTING THING IS THE COOLEST THING EVER YES

Four is like "dude no..there's so much bickering...and throwing each other...and bickering did I say bickering"

While wind is like "yeah but I bet the 4 different mes would be besties and also super cool, I know this"

(Spoiler: they're not, the 4 winds are chaos incarnate and the worst set of lil gremlins to ever exist, if the colors bicker then the 4 winds are a constant all out brawl lmao)

[silly-little-triangle]

CAN’T BELIEVE I FOUND A ME WHO ACTUALLY WENT THROUGH THERAPY!

…

… I REAAAAAALLY WANNA MOCK YOU FOR THAT BUT THERAPRISM WILL FORCE ME TO GO BACK THERE IN A YEAR IF I DON’T GET ANY AND I DUNNO WHERE TO START LOOKIN …

I’M SURE IT’LL BE FIIIIIINE, THOUGH. (-(

THE THERAPRISM IS STILL ANNOYING, BUT AT LEAST NOW I HAVE A NAME TO WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME.

WELL, MANY NAMES TO THE MANY THINGS. BUT YOU GET THE POINT.

PEOPLE CALL ME SILLY, BY THE WAY.

[clangenrising]

Month 5 - Greenleaf

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“Get ready…” Floodkit ordered, dropping into a crouch. “Get ready…” Beside him, Sparrowkit bounced excitedly and Barleykit groaned in anxiety. 

“Almost readyyyy…” he said, the energy in his voice rising higher. “Okay now!” He hurtled out of the cool shade of the nursery and tore across the trampled grass towards his enemy. He gave a tiny battle cry and sprang onto Russetfrond’s fluffy ginger tail. Sparrowkit slammed into him a second afterwards, also screaming at the top of his lungs. Russetfrond let out a disgruntled cry and stood, pulling his tail up and away from the playful kittens. Floodkit laughed, rolling around on his back, and swatted at it as the tail flicked out of his reach. 

“Come back here!” he squeaked. 

“Yeah, you’re on our terr’tory!” cried Sparrowkit, leaping to bite at Russetfrond’s heel. 

“Your territory?” the warrior rumbled, feigning outrage. “We’ll see about that.” He lifted a paw and pushed Floodkit around while shaking Sparrowkit from his back foot. The kittens squealed in delight, wriggling and kicking at him. 

Nearby, Pantherhaze, who had been talking with Russetfrond earlier, looked back at the nursery and called, “Did you want to play too, Barleykit?” She eeped and dropped to the ground but her big ears gave her away, visible above the grass. Floodkit roared and jumped at Russetfrond again, biting at him with needle sharp teeth. 

“We’re RisingClan warriors!” he shouted. “You have to leave, you mean old fox!” 

Russetfrond shook him off with a hiss of pain. “Hey, gentler, kitten. Soft bites, remember.” 

“But how am I supposed to kill you if I use soft bites!” Floodkit complained, leaping back at him again. Russetfrond easily pinned him down with a heavy paw. 

“You’re not actually trying to kill me,” he frowned. “If you can’t use soft bites, you don’t get to play.” Floodkit struggled and grunted with effort as he tried to escape.

Looking at his brother, he cried out, “Sparrowkit, help me!” 

“You have to use soft bites,” Sparrowkit declared, sitting back on his haunches. Floodkit grunted and thrashed a little longer before giving up. 

“Fiiiiiine,” he groaned loudly. The firm weight of Russetfrond’s paw lifted. Tumbling onto his paws again, Floodkit shook out his fur and pouted. “When do I get to learn real fighting?” 

He looked up at Russetfrond and Pantherhaze in despair. Above him sat two powerful warriors and he didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to be like them. Ospreymask had told him that morning that she had to go on a border patrol and had refused to let him tag along even though he insisted his legs were big enough. 

“When you’re six moons old,” Russetfrond said, settling back down. “You’ll be apprenticed before the year is out, don’t worry.” 

“But that’s forever away!” he complained. 

“It’ll feel like no time at all when you get there,” Pantherhaze purred. 

Floodkit huffed. “I guess.” 

“Hey, I bet you can’t get to Mama before I can!” Sparrowkit said, suddenly jumping to his feet. 

“No way! I’m the fastest!” Floodkit shouted, tearing off towards the healer’s den where Oddstripe was studying with Sagetooth. Pantherhaze watched them go with a smile. 

“Oh, dear,” he chuckled, “his mentor is going to have their paws full.” 

Russetfrond sighed and laid his head on his paws. “No kidding.”