#Assorted notebooks

[mountainsideturnip]

Sometimes I think about how this was my first ever doodle of Tim. And this was before I even read his stuff—I think

[chaoticsphinx]

When someone asks and you reply you are journaling light at the moment and send a picture as proof.

[spikeymike]

me resisting the urge to commit time theft by drawing zolu at work

[yaoi-hate-machine]

helppp i don’t wanna spend $50 at jetpens… but i’m abt to reach the end of my notebook and my pen just died and if i have to keep using shitty notebooks that ink shows thru and shitty pens that smear i will scream

[apocalypticdemon]

for the wip title ask game:

'the droning engine'

oh boy, this is my super self-indulgent fic, lmao. I've been super into IndyCar my whole life, as is the rest of my family, so it's my IndyCar AU for the Terror (with a focus on fitzier as the narrative drive behind it).

It's kind of unwieldy and a bigger project than I thought it would be, so it's still very much in the works/in the planning stages while i draft prose as it comes to me, but I've been poking at it in my free time. The basic premise is Crozier is an older driver, signed to team Terror, a smaller team, but one that generally is in good standing. He's got a really odd rivalry with Fitzjames, and this comes to a head at the start of the work, when the Terror management signs James on as a driver. Basically, the plot is going to stretch over the entirety of an IndyCar season, and I'm going to try to hit major plot beats from the show in this story as the characters all vie for the championship for the season. Some stuff gets changed around, just to make things work, but that's the general premise.

I have it planned for the final driver lineup for team Terror to be Crozier, Fitzjames, Silna, and I think Little, but that's still in flux. Hickey was on the team, but gets let go after publicly starting a fight with Silna and suffering the consequences, lol. He continues to scheme in the background as the season continues to unfold, because a different team snaps him up pretty quickly. Is it conventional for how drivers are passed around and contracts are signed? no, probably not, but I do what I want, lol.

I have plans for general plot beats, how I want to draw narrative similarities for things like the no good, very bad wardroom dinner from the first episode, carnivale, and character deaths in the show without...... actually killing anybody, because I can't really have that.

I want the vibes for the fitzier part of the story to be the kind of "they would absolutely fuck several times before actually talking about their feelings" kind of dynamic, so I think that's the route I'm going to take and have their relationship really blossom towards the end of the season, but i'm also still planning out the specifics of that one. I really like the added tension of a secret relationship, given that they're on the same team and that motorsports doesn't necessarily have the most.... open-minded audience (it's very fun being an unpatriotic queer person at these events. i am....... very much in the minority there), so I want to play with that a bit, too. I thought I had a neat and tidy plan, but it rather started crumbling in my hands when i sat down to actually try to write it, so I think I'm going to be wrangling this one for a bit.

but i'm very excited to actually get to it someday! i know this write-up is very rambly and a bit unhinged, but i truly have so many thoughts about it that it's hard to organize into a coherent, short summary, lol. I have a lot of personal history tied up in this, too, so it's hard not to just go on cool tangents about the sport. this project has taken a back seat as my master's work ramps up, since it's just.... so much bigger than i thought it would be. but i really want to work on it over this winter break, creative juices willing.

and as thanks for reading........... all of this rambling, lol, here's a snippet from my draft of the "birdshit island"-cum-team-dinner scene:

Francis is at the end of his patience with the man, at this point in the day, and snaps. “Why don’t you tell us all about that crash in Monterey, James? That one was rather spectacular, if I remember right.” Fitzjames sours immediately, frowning and gritting his teeth. Francis has exactly a half a second of deep satisfaction at the expression before Blanky viciously kicks him in the shins under the table. Francis winces and glares at him, leaning down to rub at the spot. It had hurt, damn it. That prosthetic leg wasn’t soft by any stretch of the imagination.

[faetouchedandfangs]

It's called being prepared.

@ people who carry bags everywhere what do you put in them what is there to bring other than chapstick, keys, phone and maybe a tampon why are you packing a suitcase to be outside for 5 hours

[welcometohighwater]

insane that i have roughly 5000 words of this thing i wrote in high school (literally i have 50 handwritten notebook pages) of this story thing that i have NO memory of writing. i have feedback from friends and my own commentary in the margins. what the fuck.

[comradecowplant]

At some point when I wasn't looking did "death note" become a synonym for written words that just happen to relate to someone's passing or are youtubers getting stupider?

[kalpanahandmadepaper]

Block Print Fabric Cover Journal, Assorted Cotton Fabric Cover Notebook, Pocket Journal, 6x4 Journal

[realsafari]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND ALL OTHER ASSORTED FAIRYTALE BEINGS, I NEED HELP WITH SOMETHING!

I have a transmasc friend who lives in an unsupportive environment, and I really want to help him out. He isn’t misgendered as female, but is told that nobody should have to use his preferred pronouns (He/They) because they aren’t used to them, and that ‘for good public image’, he should use They/Them only when he ‘must advertise his gender to the public’.

Obviously I’m pissed as FUCK, because this is exactly what I experienced (and still experience) as a young transmasc adult. I know firsthand how shitty it feels to be told that your identity doesn’t deserve respect or acknowledgement because ‘people aren’t used to seeing you that way’.

The main message of this post: ANYBODY who adds a note, whether liking, reblogging, or replying, will have their username written down in a notebook that I will send to him to show his family. If you reblog/reply with a supportive comment or tag, I’ll write that too under your username.

Please and thank you all ❤️

[apple-onigiri]

here's an assortment of siffrins from my uni notebook from various periods of times pre-game + a bonus mira before i forget about them again. bon appétit

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Hawkins High Hotties

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, April 2025 edition

Prompt: score, 351 words

Rated: E

Tags: Explicit sexual content; Nudity; Established relationship; Awkward sexual situations; Idiots in love

Notes: Everything is going under the cut bc we're jumping right in.

“You have lube?” Eddie asks. Steve moans against his mouth, cock twitching in his hand.

“Y-yeah,” he stammers, gesturing at his nightstand. “Top drawer.”

The drawer reveals three titty magazines, some candy wrappers, assorted knick-knacks, and …

“Hey, what’s this?” Eddie pulls the dog-eared notebook out, frowning at the cover. “Hawkins High Hotties?”

Steve stops moaning.

“Shit, give it here!”

He tries to snatch the book, but Eddie dodges and skips to the other side of the room, dick jumping merrily. The pages are filled with pictures of freshmen and seniors from years long past. Noticeably male freshmen and seniors, accompanied by several columns of notes.

“Hair, eyes, body ...” Eddie squints at the faded pages. “Charme, humor… Is this a fucking scoring system?”

There’s a scale of five hearts next to each category, some filled in with pink marker and some empty.

On the bed, Steve groans into his pillow. “It was Carol’s idea. I just helped her with the ratings.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Remind why you thought you were straight again?”

Steve lowers the pillow to glare at him. His face is as pink as the marker. Eddie gasps in surprise.

“Shit, am I in here? Am I a Hawkins High Hottie?”

“You’re an asshole,” Steve grumbles, but he sits up and pats the empty spot on the mattress. “Page twenty-seven.”

And there he is, face a little rounder, hair a little shorter.

“We had a small disagreement,” Steve murmurs, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I see that,” Eddie grins. The color of the marker doesn’t match, so it’s glaringly evident that someone completed the scales at a later point. Someone who was so angry they scribbled over the lines of the empty hearts in their hurry to fill them all in.

“Aw, Stevie,” Eddie gushes, kissing the top of his head. “I knew you were a fan all along.”

“Whatever.” Steve rolls his eyes, plucking the book from his hands and pressing him back into the pillows. “How about we continue where we left off? If you do well, I might still find room for an extra column.”

[starglow-xx]

“𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵”

time for a brain rot! 💭 - wind breaker edition (1)

➸ ft! sakura haruka, suo hayato, nirei akihiko, kaji ren, umemiya hajime

can’t stop thinking about some of the wind breaker boys and some ways i’d think they give flowers to their favorite person

♡ can’t stop thinking about sakura being given a small bouquet of assorted flowers by the townspeople as a way of thanks and him later giving them to you, albeit with a red flush on his face as he looks away and mumbles something about remembering you like flowers

♡ can’t stop thinking about suo buying a red rose after helping one of the town’s florist bring in their shipment for the day, then surprising you with it because he thinks you’re cute when you blush

♡ can’t stop thinking about nirei who presses your favorite flowers with different books and notebooks of his and then putting them into a frame for you as a “just because” gift

♡ can’t stop thinking about kaji who picks the dandelions he sees when he patrols to give them to you later so you can make wishes because of the one time you talked to him about loving it when you were a kid 

♡ can’t stop thinking about umemiya who grows flowers for you in a special part of his rooftop garden at furin, keeping them a secret from you until they’ve bloomed

i was listening to enhypen’s orange flower (you complete me) and that’s how that spiraled into this

[p0ckykiss]

i dream in the rain (it's you) - jeon jungkook

summary -> if jungkook is the sun, then you are the rain. and jungkook has always loved the rain, so dearly.

warnings -> female reader x jungkook, friends to lovers, pining god, jungkook just yearns, fluff

most of his memories of you are tied to the rain, one way or another.

the earliest of it that he remembers is when you were middle schoolers, the autumn downpour ruining his friends’ soccer game and, effectively, his lunch hour too. jungkook's friends all scatter to find cover, and he does the same, ending up in a direction none of them had gone to. he ends up next to you, too shy to sit on the bench with your dripping clothes, embarrassed at the ugly squelch your muddy shoes make. he simply puts his novel down and hands you a yellow handkerchief, telling you not to catch a cold. it doesn’t do much for your soaked hair, but you return it the next day—folded neatly, smelling of fabric softener—and he gets a smile from you.

jungkook remembers that day; he’d thought you had the prettiest eyes.

it’s raining the first time he sleeps over at your house, giddy when you crush him in a hug upon arrival. he doesn’t sleep much that night, the rain outside soothing as he lies awake, hyper-aware of your soft breathing next to him (of your pretty eyes, your pretty hands, your pretty everything).

by the next morning, he knows that there are three moons in the glow-in-the-dark galaxy of your bedroom ceiling, and that you mumble in your sleep.

it’s raining when jungkook stumbles into a convenience store in tenth grade, cursing at the sky. he loiters in the aisles, not really planning on making a purchase, until he comes face to face with you near the assortment of drinks. he gets steered straight to the little table by the window, you running off with an endearing 'I will buy you something, wait!’, leaving him to watch the raindrops’ race along the glass. you bought him strawberry milk and an umbrella.

(jungkook walks you home that day as a thank you, heat coloring his face when you bump shoulders, huddled close beneath see-through plastic.)

when you leave for university, jungkook catches himself yearning for you every time the skies are a little grey. he finds his heart aches whenever he pulls out the umbrella, his shoulder strangely lonely.

and when you try to teach him piano over the break—fingers over his and your smile gentle as he plays a piece you wrote in your dorm room—spring rainfall pitter-patters against the windowsill as if singing along. jungkook doodles hearts on your notebook when you aren't looking. jungkook finds his stomach twists painfully at how your cheeks redden and how your eyes glimmer when you talk about your new roommate jake. he crosses the hearts out, and squishes your cheeks in his hands—it hides the rose flush, but the warmth of it burns against jungkook's palms, and the shrill annoyance of your yell sears readily at his heart.

it is storming terribly when you call him one night, hesitant and shaky-voiced, to break the news of a bruised heart. jungkook knows neither you nor jake are at fault—but he knows how it hurts. he wishes he could be right at your side, thumbing away your tears and kissing your head, cuddling the pain away. instead, he puts aside his assignment and video-calls you from his own dorm room, cities away. and through the pixelated display and delayed sound, he knows he’s made you laugh.

if he weren’t a mere mortal with questionable caffeine levels in his blood, he’d brave a thousand storms to hear the sound again.

there is no umbrella when jungkook finds a mirror in you, sees his heart’s affections reflected in how your eyes soften when they meet his own. the summer sky falls on you both in timid drizzles, and you stand in the open while people around you hasten to get out of the rain.

“what?”

you bite your lip, and it pinkens in a way that has jungkook's heart in knots so dangerous. your shoulders sag a bit when you repeat, unsurely, “i said, i think i love you.” you look frightened to say it, look like you wish you hadn’t. “i think i always have, maybe.”

jungkook takes your hand before you can curl in on yourself too much. he looks you in the eye when he professes, “you know i love you too, right? just as much, just as… similarly.”

he knows you know, with the way you look apologetic at that. with how your mouth purses, your frown feigning confidence, right before you ask, “did i realise too late?”

jungkook grins, tugging you close. rain droplets have caught along your eyelashes, sparkling across your gaze like the constellations on the ceiling of his childhood bedroom. jungkook brushes away the soaked strands that stick to your forehead, makes room for a spot to land a kiss against. “never too late, not with me.”

you go that specific blush pink that he’d once loathed, curling into jungkook, face against his collar, arms around his waist, grumbling something about i love you, i love you, i love you.

jungkook laughs, and you really do look like fools, drenched to the bone, embracing in the rain. “well, i’ve never stopped loving you.”

because you are the rain to his shine, and he’s always loved the rain. and despite what one may think, loving the rain isn’t so bad after all—not when it lets the sun shine through it, merging into the prettiest colors of love.

[yaekiss]

(￣^￣)ゞ yes, qi! assorted characters from degrees of lewdity, genshin, and honkai: star rail　+　bonus!

clingy yandere zombies.

death will not be enough to pull them away from you. cold lips pout when you focus on thinking of other survivors, and what vocal chords remain are to talk your ear off and remind you just how much they love you　<3

kaveh:　he doesn't have to worry about deadlines anymore, at last. there is some peace in this new 'life' of his, wrapped around your finger forevermore and following behind you like a puppy. he stays by your side, watching over your sleeping form or staying alert while talking your ear off as he watches for other threats to this oddly domestic life. he can relax without thinking of small budgets or alhaitham's bickering: any empty notebooks are his new sketchbooks for diagrams as he dreams and draws up this building and that, your future home, what he imagines you would have decorated the home like.

jordan:　it's a miracle from the heavens! they declare. it's such a wonderful thing that they can stay with you even after they should be dead. are they dead? are they alive? does it matter? you've always been the only mortal light in their world, and that does not change now as they pray for your safety before any step out of the makeshift home you made of the temple. they're as beautiful as ever, still so pristine even in death as they walk at your side and try to help who they can.

sunday:　considering how he looks at welt the same way a teen at the doctor's looks at their parent, he's clinging by your side every step of the way after death. it's born of fear, at first, the cold indifference of death claimed his mind in a way that only terrified him, but your side is a respite he wants to stay in forever. he will never leave you unless it's to protect you, will never betray nor harm you. his wings flutter when he realizes he can still stay with you, and don't you dare see him as a monster, not with how he crawls at your feet and worships you like one would a god (you may as well be his)

"normal" yandere zombies.

childe:　hey girlie, you didn't think he wouldn't find a way to challenge death, too? you're sure that, had he died before the whole zombie apocalypse bit, he would have crawled out of the grave and to your doorstep on his own now that he had an excuse. all that changes is how he now proudly proclaims that he has died for you; no one else could be this loyal to you! he's still scaring off (read: eliminating) any potential suitors (read: anyone with a pulse and any other of the sentient undead), so you're always safe with him, he promises

dan heng:　he probably predicted this happening. considering his whole rebirth/lives/identities bit, i don't think he's entirely surprised to wake up with you above him to explain that, incredibly, he's now a zombie. he files away any new sensations he has as an undead, but otherwise, he's quite alright and just the same as before. he loves you the same, maybe more, now that he can continue in this new version of life with you, makes any notes needed and already had hypotheticals and maps planned out in the event of a similar apocalypse, so neither of you find much want for anything aside from new shows.

kaeya:　though this isn't what he meant when he declared, time and time again, that he'd die for you in his pillow talk promises and drunken makeouts, but he's glad he can make sure no one can take you from him. he's twirling his hair around his finger as he purrs out another way he loves you when he watches you reload a weapon to protect him. he's still your princess, and while he could dirty his blade with the gore of the mindless zombies, he just adores watching you protect him.

ritz:　oh, oh no, he doesn't want to be in a crowd! being a zombie doesn't panic him as much as being in crowds still does. it's not the meetcute he always dreamed of, but your calming touch as you help calm down the sentient and undead ball of nerdy anxiety has him fall for you instantly. granted, he is no real help apart from bug knowledge, trivia, and what flora and fauna related to bugs, but he's too cute to leave alone. a kiss is always a quick and sweet way to shut him up, though... and another, and another...

protective yandere zombies.

your sword and shield in life and death. nothing will stop them from fighting other zombies, and even survivors, if it means your safety. your life is above what remains of theirs. after all, you are their world; they will protect that at all costs.

mydei:　becoming a zombie doesn't change him one bit, not really. he's always been resilient in the face of death, and at your side, that fact remains true. when those arms aren't wrapped around you in hugs, he's keeping those muscles working with exercise or fighting off the hordes that dare intrude upon his territory and your shared home. he's never a danger to you, never has been and never will be.

sydney the fallen:　what do you expect? he's your bitch, it doesn't matter that he's a zombie now. and what's hotter than knowing he literally died for you and nothing can keep him from you? he does not hesitate to bash in someone's head on your command or to protect you. he loves everything about you and this situation, and with everything going on, church vows aren't thought of or even in the question he fucks himself on your cock in public. mindless zombies don't have a concept of taboo and can't judge. he'll still skewer them all if they approach you.

whitney:　when not beating you up, he's beating up others. toxic little fuck is not letting you go, even in death. you're sure he only died and came back out of sheer spite. his love is more twisted than the fact you're fucking what's practically a corpse. he's lucky he's too fuckable and it's too rewarding to have him shut up with your cock down his throat.

stalker yandere zombies.

blade:　he's always watched you from the sidelines. through your window at night, from the back of the class he only signed up for so he may be with you... well, death knew better than to take him from you for long. he takes advantage of any kind he now has, following you to any ends of this doomed earth so he may watch and be with you once more. he is merciless to his own kind, sword indiscriminately cutting down the living and the undead to make his way to you.

kylar:　duh.

FIRE EMOJI!!!!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I thought I lost this post forever and I never ran to check my Tumblr on mobile so fast in my life.

Do you think rigor mortis sets in for zombies? Do you think they'd be oh so glad to leech off of your body warmth? That they'd do anything to feel your pulse continue to beat as long as they're standing by your side?