#BUT IM BACK... FOR NIW

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im barack

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GNAW 🦷🩸

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get ready for so many updates tomorrow at 10 am EST

[huffingtonpussy]

When im back on T it si fucking OVER

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[sillygoofyqueer]

im a firm believer that lxc should be allowed to go absolutely apeshit every niw and then..as a little treat yk?

Anon you're so right and you're so valid, I think about it all the time. Like, the closest we've seen is the Guanyin Temple scene but *sips whiskey contemplatively* a lot went down in that scene, so we can't argue that that's all he deserves. Instead, I want a sleep deprived Lan Xichen who hasn't been able to adhere to his usual sleep schedule because of back to back meetings paired with a night hunt that unfortunately actually happened at night. I want him about to snap if someone looks at him funny, paired with a group of sect leaders or something showing up out of the blue because they think they're above the rules. I want him to go batshit insane. I need him to politely escort them out of the Cloud Recesses so that he's not breaking any rules, and then just lunge at the first sect leader who speaks.

[simpingforstardew]

muse

pairing: sdv elliot x reader

synopsis: elliot is struggling with severe writers block; if only he had a muse...

note: a while ago i talked about having a derivative idea for an elliot x reader fic; here is that fic !! the premise is completely unoriginal, but i'll leave the references at the end of the fic to avoid spoilers hehe

warnings: i don't even know for this one gang, wholesome w/ an ending that could be read as spooky? let's call it a doomed romance !! tw/ relationships that are doomed by the narrative !!

word count: 1.5k

Adronitis

A heart so damaged; tender; sore—

You ever-blooming sycamore,

Through hunger pangs; my deliriousness,

I mourn my mortal catoptric tristesse.

With starving dreams, your warmth I crave—

I worship you, I must embrave,

Indulge me, lay your fear ahind.

Our sanctuary; your piece of mind.

My amorous famine demands more […more what?],

So I feast on your smile […] petrichor.

i am just writing this right niw so it

looks lije i am being pro ductive oh Yoba

andnow leahs comin g over this

is alll shit im jist going to star t overrr

“How’s the writing going, El’?” Leah peers down at Elliot with a smile, wiping the sweat from her brow. “We’ve been at it for a while without a break, you know?”

“Oh, Leah! It’s going splendidly, and yes, it seems we have…” Elliot coughs, avoiding eye contact while tearing the paper from his typewriter. “Why don’t we call it for today then?”

“Without showing me what you’ve done? C’mon,” she whines, “What do you have?”

Elliot and Leah had decided, sometime early last Spring, to meet in Cindersnap forest every Wednesday to work on their current projects. ‘Parallel play for artists,’ Penny once called it when walking Jas back to Marnie’s ranch. For Leah, this weekly rendezvous has (so far) allowed her to complete 2 clay sculptures, 3 wood sculptures, 23 drawings, and 8 paintings; for Elliot, the last few months has allowed him to create…

“Nothing,” Elliot sighs, packing his typewriter’s case with a frown. “I have, somehow, written nothing! I mean, I wanted to craft a Petrarchan sonnet, inspired by Poe’s romantic, yet macabre sensibilities. I ended up with trash I couldn’t even make hendecasyllabic. It’s embarrassingly Shakespearian and—”

“Whoa, whoa, buddy, that’s okay. That’s fine. I’m not sure what any of that means, but…” Leah scrunches her freckled nose, hoping to find the right words to calm Elliot down, “It seems like you’re expecting perfection from a first draft. Maybe we should call it for today, and you could revisit your poem tomorrow?”

“Yes, you are right,” the authors scowl softens; after a moment of meditation—feeling the summer breeze tangle in his hair—he looks towards Leah with a smile. “I will see you next week, Miss Faraday.”

Elliot didn’t return to his typewriter until later that week, deciding instead to bask in the sun’s warmth on the beach. The author sits on the pier with a contented sigh, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore providing a soothing backdrop to his afternoon reverie.

Even still, despite the Elysium that he has found himself in, Elliot cannot shake his frustrations; his linguistic discouragement plagued his every thought.

“Ahoy there, my boy! Perfect weather for fishing don’t ya reckon?” Willy smiles, closing the front door to the Fish Shop behind him. Elliot

“Ah, hello Mr. Tucker,” Elliot waves as the fisherman sits beside him, attaching a small blue tackle onto an impressively shiny rod, “I suppose it is, although I fear I don’t have my fishing gear with me today.”

“What’d I tell you about calling me that? No need to be so formal, son,” Willy chuckles, casting a line into the vast depths of the saltwater, “Say, aren’t ya usually off in town around this time? Feel like I never see you this early on a Wednesday.”

Elliot still had to adjust to the predictive routine of a small town, and the horrifying consequences of straying from said routine: becoming the topic of mid-afternoon gossip.

“Yes, well, I um—,” Elliot sighs, looking into the deep blue below as if the ocean concealed the antidote to writers block, “I have been, writing with Leah every Wednesday and… actually can I ask for some advice?”

“O’ Course ya can, my boy.” Willy nods.

“I have been… struggling lately,” The taller man slumps as he runs a hand through his auburn hair, his voice heavy with uncertainty, “I feel as if I have lost my spark, my… capacité artistique. I cannot, for the life of me, write anything of quality! I just… I feel broken, Mr. William.”

Willy takes a moment to think, slowly breathing in the salty air, “Hmm, I see your problem, lad— but it’s important to know yer not broken. Aye, nothin’ about ya is broken.”

A fish tugs at Willy’s fishing line: desperately; hopelessly.

“It’s like if yer pal Willy couldn’t fish anymore… I’d sooner swallow a sea urchin than lose my ability to do what I love,” Willy pulls the rod towards him, putting up a fight with whatever poor creature is on the other end of the line, “but sometimes it’s tricky doing what ya love 24/7, son! You got to remind yerself to take breaks, and…”

The creature is hurled out of the ocean, flapping helplessly as the fisherman releases it from his tackle. Willy holds the freshly-caught octopus up to Elliot.

“Remind yerself why ya love it!” Willy chuckles, before mumbling to himself about throwing his newest catch in a tank lest he ‘gets inked’.

As Elliot sits in contemplative silence, the ocean offering solace: the rushing winds, the distant cry of seagulls, even the smell of salty air. Over the last year and a half, he has grown to love it all.

As he rises to his feet, Elliot considers his friends’ advice. He certainly didn’t want to remain in this slump forever; so he needs to find a reminder of why he loves writing; a source of reinvigorating inspiration.

He needs to find a muse.

A muse in a village with a population of 27.

‘Well,’ Elliot thinks, slamming his cabin’s door shut behind him as he slides onto his desk chair. He sets up his Olympia SM 9 for the second time today. ‘If I can’t find my muse in life, I will simply create my muse in art.’

For a moment, the black page loaded into the typewriter stares back at Elliot, mockingly. Then, as suddenly as the crash of thunder that bellows from above, the author began to write.

Elliot bursts into the Fish Shop, his manuscript clutched tightly in hand, a triumphant gleam in his eye. “Willy, my friend, you’re incredible!” he cheered, his excitement palpable. “I truly could not have done this without your support.”

Willy grins, offering a sincere thumbs-up. “Glad to hear it, lad! So what was your reminder, eh? What got you back on track?”

Elliot coughs, a flush creeping up his freckled cheeks. “Well, you see… I made it up.”

Willy arches an eyebrow, bemused,“Ya made up yer reminder for why you love writing? Now, son…”

“No, no,” Elliot hastens to explain, “My love for writing is genuine. But my muse, my darling muse, is not.”

“I’m not following, my boy.”

“I have spent all night crafting the narrative of a completely fabricated person, it��s all here,” Elliot elaborates, “They’re genuinely kind, talented and hard-working, despite never being appreciated. They have the most charming mole on their neck, and they’re delightfully witty! After their grandfather passed away, they—”

“Son,” Willy interrupted gently, his tone tinged with amusement, “Yer a peculiar one, ya know that? How is this going to help with yer writing?”

“It does sound ridiculous, but dedicating my sonnets to this idealised character… thinking of them as I work on my novel… It has been phenomenally motivating!” Elliot laughs, re-reading through the pages before stopping in his tracks, “Oh, I do apologise old friend, I barged into your shop like a man possessed.”

It had been months since Elliot had felt such a fervent desire to write; his unbridled excitement was contagious; a smirk spreads across Willy’s face, crinkling the corners of his dark green eyes.

“If it were anyone else instead of you, I’d be furious, lad,” Willy chuckles, reaching into his mini fridge, “‘Ere, I whipped up too many crab cakes last night, and I know they’re yer favourite— consider it a gift.”

As Elliot arrives back at his cabin, writing snacks in tow, the muffled playing of his piano greets him. He chuckles softly, before preparing to shoo Harvey out of his home so he could resume his day of writing.

“Sincerest apologies, I—,”

“Oh! Honey, you’re back so soon.” Turning away from the piano, your eyes catch Elliot’s with a familiar warmth. You admire the way your boyfriend’s hair always forms delicate waves when exposed to the sea spray.

The author was struck speechless, his heart pounding as he stared at you with more focus than you have ever been subject to.

It couldn’t be real. And yet there you are. You. The muse Elliot had crafted— who's entire life was written mere hours prior on the pages that were now strewn about the floor— was standing before him in flesh and blood.

Every flawless detail exactly as he had imagined.

“Elliot, darling, are you okay?” Your smile becomes wry; nervous as to why your lover was acting so peculiar, his pale skin was now a ghastly white. “Would you like me to pour some wine? We can—”

Before your suggestion was made, Elliot was gone; the door slamming shut behind him.

note #2: okay if you didn't catch it, my inspiration was the 1960 episode of the Twilight Zone: 'A World of His Own', and (more relevantly) the 2012 psychological horror romcom Ruby Sparks !! if you check out either that episode or movie, pleasepleaseplease lmk what you think <33

[fanficfanatic000]

Small town freak

Scar eddie munson x fem reader in small town

TW 18+ read if you dare

You always lived in this small town your whole life you were always quiet it's not that you hated talking it's just that alot of people in your town weren't interesting. No one liked rock music or dark clothing or horror movies just you the odd fucker out And the men weren't really fun or hot they were nice but they were more focused on work and moving away. Yep small town Everly but little did you know a certain man was gonna walk in your life.You get dressed in your red tank top and black ripped jeans and you quickly put your combat boots and eyeliner on you were craving those spicy chips you love and your favorite drink. You run out the door and you walk to the closest convenience store and minutes passed and you finally arrived you open the door and the bell rings on the door. You rush towards the chips and you grabbed 2 bags one for niw and one for later and you made your way to the drinksYou open the freezer door and you look for your drink until you see it on the bottom shelf. You sighed and bent down when you got bumped into. Pushed on the ground "S-Sorry are you okay? " You look towards the mysterious deep voice to see the dark brown earthy kind eyes. A scar on his left cheek. Messy longer hair and a silver ring cladded hand extended to you. "Hey are you okay?" he said softly. You took his hand and stood up. "Uh yeah im okay..." you look him up and down noticing the dark color pants and a black t shirt under his black leather jacket with the creative Jean vest over it. And you see him look you up and down then his eyes met yours. He visibly gulped pink blush creeping across his cheeks "uh sorry. Can i ask you a question?"You nodded yes "sure." "Um have you played dnd?" You were caught off guard by the question. "Um no i havent well ive wanted to i just never really had anyone who played it.." you rambled. He smiles "well your in luck sweetheart beeeecauseee i have started a club for dnd just show up this friday" he hands you a little hand made card: everly hellfire club starts on Friday"Ive handed like 4 out so it should be enough people " he rocked back and forth. Toe to hill "ill be there... im y/n"He smiles wider "im eddie. I uh i just moved here" he stares at you "well eddie i'll see you friday" "see you frida-y" his voice cracked. .After that interaction you couldn't stop thinking about that boy eddie the way he stood the way he talked and he played dndLike a fucking dream of yours you couldn't wait for friday which was the day after tomorrow and tomorrow you had work at The movies cause you had to pay the rent of your apt room young adult life rip.At your work you had to wear a bright orange red t shirt and black pants. Not bad but not the best on you. passing movie tickets to people all day wasn't bad but it was a small town and most the people were teenagers or the young adult ass wholes who never grew up fully over flowing the cups and spilling everywhere play wrestling eachother when you overheardThem making fun of someone who sounds Pretty familiar "yeah have you seen that freak walking around he gave me a card for nerd club and have you seen his scars he probably cut them himself by the looks of him".... you wanted to kill them just for saying anything about him bad. But you couldn't or you'd be fired. You were on your last strike already from going off on a asshole named Chad. So you ignored it.FridayyyyyyyYES YOU ARE SO FUCKING EXCITED You did everything to look your best slightly messing your hair up eyeliner. Slightly ripped black jeans shorts. Black boots with tiny silver chains and a off shoulder t shirt of your favorite band You were ready and slightly late FUCKKKKKYou rush out the door and drove as fast as you could without officer John seeing.You parked in the almost empty parking lot wondering if you're actually early or late You close the car door and you take a deep breath and walked into the rental lot. You opened the door

part 2 out now follow for more em storytelling

[laffy-taffy-creations]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 💜💜💜

@laurenhufflepuff2 DID YOU SEND THIS?????

WAS THIS YOUR DOING????

HOW DARE YOU COME AND CHEER ME UP ON A DAY WGERE IM FEELING KIND OF MEH AND IF THIS ISNT YOU THEN ANON COME FORWARD RIGHT NIW SO I CAN ATTQCK YOU WITH LOVE

[foxxfaggotry]

fuck me another meeting its literally an entire day of back to back meetings and im doing so good at. it letting my coworkers know im a sobbing wreck today - literally into myb3rd consecutive meeting right niw- its 11 am

[atlaskrr]

WTF IS THIS TOKYO ALIENS BUFFET (chap 44-47)

oh WOW we got fed like- SEVEN CHAPTERS in the span of 4 days. i didnt even know lol. seems like the old tl got overtaken by a solo just like happened previously. i cant wait for more consisten tls! (still have respect for the clownband tho)

anyways, lets get into these new chapters (this is part 1)

ok im not even gonna waste a screencap on that weird ass FREAK. id already seen some viet tls so i knew of the situation with harold. hes just a weirdo and i have nothing more to say on that chapter since the flashback in gunjis mind doesnt tell us all that much.

alright back to our boys. OH MY GOD HE THOUGHT GUNJI WAS DEAD OUGHHH. yea, you shouldnt have said that, niw hes in full kill mode.

also wtf is the freak on about. he also said shit about a red string of fate like oh HELL nah. caus a. thats pedophilia and b. he already has a soulmate thats now gonna kill you.

im also so scared by this. is this how gunji dies? based on the info from the later chapters the alien detector didnt detect it and someone said it could be parasitic but i dont think so? maybe its because gunjis a half half. also whyre they all refering to eat as a "being" not an alien. is it perhaps some sort of monster?

ohhhh oh no. i think we found either how tenkubashi can die or something that can bring him excruciatung pain. OH HELL NO.

sho is so badass for this. like- THROUGH THE BLOOD OF HIS WEAPONS??? DAMN.

oh no my boys losing conciousness but hes still pushing through. you know for what?

FOR HIM. DEAR GOD I LOVE THEM OUGHHH THIS WHOLE SEEN WAS SO SOFT. id seen it through raw ss but damn it still hits.

finally, yes hyugo preach

[volturissideslut]

IM SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK!! I LOVE YOUR POST!!

Also just wondering. Would you write for Benjamin? I hardly see anything with him in it lol

I love ya!! 🫶🫶

Yess i write for benjamin i just don't get many requests for him!!

My requests are off right niw because i have like 60 to work through but theyll be back open soon

[jjcocker]

rh "worldbuilding" things? puttinf it quote unquote bc im not sure if thats what u call it.. It's likeee.......Stuff in the rh world that is different from the real flesh and bones (IS THAT HWO THE EXPRESSION GOES ???) human world

brazil is a weird little country. I thought of a way for it to kinda Work (IS NOT in tengoku but IS in meganix) for the time period; it disappears every 9 years. though No one there dies and the time passes as if they just grew up normally. exceot they dont experience it (so like.. basically a kid will pretty much just Not experience their childhood. n all.)

the rhythm toys are real toys that Exist. n can make sense in the world.ig. some of them are like- merchandise. as an example os the rap machine. I believe the ingame version is only how it looks in commercials bc the real thing is like. a shit quality thing that Would shock a parent if they found out that No, It's Not A Bootleg. the rapwomen tried doing one once but it failed bc uhh idk rh hates women (NINTENDO BRING THE RW BACK AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

++ Andd so is the kappa DJ toy (a merch thing. Its quality is not as bad as the rap machine's but it's still Shit)

Tsunku is like god. samurai drummer is like jesus. Sooo basically like. ppl would write like "omT♂" ......You get me ?

Is the music industry like.. Worse there maybe? Bc with the added Need For Rhythm, And Sometimes We Gotta Go For A P uta erfect... idk I gind it coukd b really pressuring for ppl who makemusic

At least its gender inclusive❤ (we dont judge by genderBut you must have rhythm.)

uhhh ill write more just rake rhese for niw

[tacticalsteelix]

HELLO EVERYONE!!!!

THE BEST OF TH BEST!!!! THERES NOBODY LIKE ME!!!! (dont)

MY NAME IS TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU!!! THE REALSTEEL!! IVE HEARD ABIUT TUMBLR AND I THOUGHT ID GIVE THIS A SHOT!!! ITS LIKE A HUGE MAZE HERE (NOT A GOOD THING!!)

ITS NOT MY ISSUE IF THIS LOOKS SHABBY IF YOU CAN READ IT READ!!!!

ITS IMPOSSBLE TO NOT KNOW ME!!!!! BUT ILL REFRESH YOUR MEMORY.

MY BOUNDARIES;

Blogger is a minor, i dont want anything explicit interacting with my blog. any NSFW blog interacting will be ignored or blocked (i will NOT have yall corrupting my reccomended...) DO NOT GOOGOO GAGA ME EITHER I WILL TWEAK

Any problematic or controversial content wont be on my feed, DEE EN IE. Pro/dark shippers OR WHATEVER i wont interact with. their advocators too cs NO WAYYYY...

NO OPPRESORS IN GENERAL!!!! THAT INCLUDES; Racism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, ableism, zionists LITERALLY ANYTHING FUCKED UP, yall are not gonna tweak on MY CELLULAR DEVICE

I might not post too much on this, i somtimes forget and neglect my social accounts (BUT THATS OKAT)

Im not gonna embody the character perfectly, and that is OKAY, any rude comments or unwanted critism will be ignored (NOT ON MY BLOG CHAT???)

Anything ooc will be either labelled or colored in blue text (cause its cool) (ive decided its both actually)

I wont be reblogging much unless its character related (i cant navigate this thing for shit rn)

AND I ACCIDENTLLY MADW THIS BLOF ON MY MAIN ACCOUNT KILL ME NIW i might make a seperate blog for OOC content sigh....

I WILL ANSWER ANY QUESTION YOU THROW AT ME!!!! DONT HOLD BACK!!!!

-PRETEND THERE ARE COOL LINKS HERE I HAVE NOTHING YET

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[starheirxero]

xero im in pain do you have a way to make it stop maybe

I am crawling into your askbox like a sad kicked hurt puppy

artist rendition of how I feel

I'M 3 DAYS LATE but if the pain has stopped niw thats bc i casted my epic "no pain beam" on you. if it is still there then it failed and i need to go back to wizard practice im sorry /silly