#PLEASE READ MY SHIT

[thedeepbluedark]

writing isn't an act of creation. it's an act of destruction, of devouring every inspiration and every piece of your life only to fit them back together in new and hideous ways

[lover-girl-for-life]

HELP??

WHY IS NO ONE TALKING AB THE WEDDING??? WHAT THE FUCK?? GUYS??

i wish it was longer tho 😔🙏

erik. make a honeymoon audio and my life is yours.

[feedthepheasants]

calling all galemancers! new BG3 fanfic has dropped on AO3!

if you're like me, playing multiple save files of BG3 isn't enough. thankfully, the fandom has our backs, with amazing creators and artists who help further the world of our beloved companions (while also feeding our crippling obsession and need for more content). and the beauty of love, is that it often drives us to creation.

Wynn, a wood elf druid, has been cast into chaos after being abducted onto a nautiloid and infected with a mind-flayer parasite. She gathers companions from around the crash site in hopes of making her way back home to Baldur's Gate, where her fiance is waiting for her. As she travels with her companions and their bonds grow, Wynn realizes her life hasn't turned out quite the way she'd wanted it to. Putting her feelings aside, however, she strives to do the right thing and help as many people as she can, and learns a lot about herself along the way. After weeks of fighting her way across Faerûn, however, Wynn makes a devastating discovery as she watches the world she once knew make its way to a bloody end. How will Wynn's story end? Will it be written by the gods and the weavers of fate, or will she create her own destiny?

i would be so grateful if you would check it out and let me know what you think! currently there are 6 chapters, but with AO3 being down for a couple of hours on july 1, i'm hoping to knock out some more so i can post them once the website maintenance is complete. if you find the time to check it out, i hope you enjoy what i've posted so far!

[trosebud]

I'm almost done with chapter four of Imposter Syndrome on Ao3. I thought I'd do a sketch because I have no desire to do a full piece. I'll probably post it on Saturday <3

[inlovewith505]

Okay, sooo… I have an idea for a Bucky Barnes fan fiction and here’s a drabble of that.

I apologize for all the mistakes — English isn’t my first language and it can be badly written cuz I wrote it in like 20 minutes on my phone, but I’ll fix it all if anyone would be interested in reading that.

The suitcase met the floor with a loud thump.

“Shit!” The word fell from her lips almost mindlessly as she took a deep breath, trying to calm down as a small hand tugged on her own. Mallory winced slightly, still not quite used to the feeling of the sweaty palm in her grip.

“Shit.” A little girl nodded, repeating the word eagerly and smiling widely at her sister, revealing a few missing teeth.

A wave of guilt washed through the blonde as she realized how awful she could be at times. For a millisecond, she almost regretted getting onto that train. But all she had to do was look down at the scar on her sisters’ wrist to know that she made the right decision.

Everyone deserves a family and she would rather die than deprive the girl of a chance for that.

“Abbie, no, it’s… uhm— yeah, never mind,” Mallory sighed, shaking her head in both amusement and disapproval. She leaned down to pick up the suitcase, rubbing her eye mindlessly. A few seconds later, she realized the mascara she put on must have been smudged by then. A bitter reminder of who she really was — just a teen. Young and stupid, barely fit to be a sister. And now, she was forced to take up the role of a parent.

Another sigh escaped her lips, this one heavier and more resigned. Ignoring the smudged makeup, she glanced around the bustling train station, the clamor of announcements and hurried footsteps reminding her of the urgency.

Focus, Mallory.

She took a deep breath, the grip around her sister’s hand tightening as she led them out of the crowded building. Mallory let go of the suitcase, pulling out her phone and ignoring the wave of unread texts and missed calls, finger lingering over one of the names for a second. We don’t have time for sentiments, she reminded herself before opening another app, copying the address of the place they were going to stay in from now on.

Their new home.

[hollowgl0w]

Drabble

Scott stands in front of the mirror in his bathroom. His body in unsettling form of half decay, dry blood all over him, scales falling off of him, his hands are no longer webbed, and the coral that once grew off him dead.

He winces as he snaps a piece of dead, greyed coral off the side of his face. It doesn’t even hurt as he suspected it would if it was snapped off while alive.

He acknowledges the dried blood under his finger nails as he starts the pile of dead coral.

He tries his best to be careful, making sure to keep the coral from crumbling in his hands. It’s definitely not the cleanest process, but it needed to be done. It’s better than just leaving it to decay. It’s better than trying hold on to something long gone.

The pile grows, and grows. And soon enough he is barren of any coral. He decides to deal with the pile after he showers.

He grabs some clothes, and waits for the shower to warm.

He tosses his old clothes. There’s no reason to try to remove the scorch marks, no reason to repair the holes.

He heads straight to bed after showering. Hair still wet, checks still pink from the heat.

He wakes up that morning, and he realizes that’s he’s breathing weirdly again. In a way that he’s grown oddly accustomed to, a way that turned into pattern, familiar, regular because he'd been breathing that way for over a month. His head pounds as he raises off his bed.

He rushes to the full-length that sits in the corner of his bedroom, and he looks almost exactly like he had only days prior. Gills, webbed hands, fins beginning to sprout in front of his ears, the beginnings of more coral almost identical to the dead pieces he snapped off just the day before.

He doesn't know what's going on, but he knows he's going to take some pain medication.

[pastelpousay]

I was honestly thinking for a moment if I should post a Drabble of my s/i (Rina) and Hades 😭 but idk if anyone’s gonna read it and I’m literally making an entire full story for them 😭💀 I literally cannot stop I literally think about this man from sun up to sun down I need to get help 💀💀😭 Anyways here’s bae 😽💗😻

[serpentineego]

Venenatum

Chapter 22 "Rage & Revenge" excerpt:

“I gather you were given a head’s up by a certain Professor, then?” Draco asked in a bored tone as the bonds of Theo’s magic held him against the stone exterior of Nott Manor. He had been stunned and bound shortly after arriving, indicating his meeting with Snape had not been kept secret for long. Despite his situation, Draco felt oddly calm and collected. He could tell his ease was putting his friend on edge. Theo eyed Draco warily as he took a small step toward his restrained form.

                “It’s not very often that billowy fella deigns to Floo my home, looking a right mess, to warn me that a certain blondie is out for blood,” Theo replied uncertainly, “and when I say, ‘not very often’, I actually mean ‘never’. Seeing that git’s creepy face appear in my fireplace was punishment enough, let alone having that same ugly mug tell me that my oldest and dearest friend may be on his way to my home because he’s going to ‘kill them all’, and no one knows who counts as ‘them all’. Scary shit, I tell ya. . . almost makes a man question his choice in friends.”

                “Funnily enough, I could say the exact same thing about you,” Draco hissed as he sneered down at Theo, “Best friend my fucking ass! Been keeping a few other things, aside from your little mind game capabilities, from me haven’t you, Nott? Things that would have changed-”

[a-whispering-echo]

lmaoooo new oneshot dropped-

[shrewbee]

"デイリーニュース" "マスターリストにスクープ"

"DAILY NEWS"

"A scoop into the master list"

印刷。。。

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

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I don't have any works yet, but if you want any works done, go ahead and DM me! I'm currently taking requests, so please, ASK AWAY <3.

THINGS I WRITE:

Angst

Hurt-Comfort

depression

PTSD

and other mental illness

Fluff

Light romance

Established relationships

x Reader

PLATONIC underage relationships

etc-

THINGS I DONT WRITE:

Smutt

NSFW

Kinks

Cheating

PEDOPHILLIA 🤮

ZOOPHELLIA 🤮

NECROPHELLIA 🤮

Abuse between Character x Reader

Eating disorders

AU's

(And more but i cant think rn-)

[thedeepbluedark]

something that a lot of people don't realize is that writing isn't just a hobby for me, it's the only thing that's ever felt real

[lover-girl-for-life]

is somebody gunna match lasko’s freak?

lowkey feel like Dear listens to songs like that, like sexyy red, ice spice, lay banks, and flo milli. And in the car Dear’s singing their heart out while Lasko is sitting there flustered n’shit.

but then again like any bad bitch Dear has a whole other playlist full of more toned down playlist like kendrick, gorillaz, billie eilish, and frank ocean.

then when lasko gets the aux, it’s all Chappel Roan (on the fence ab this one..) Sza, childish, laufey, and brent faiyaz.

should i make a series where i head canon RA characters music taste?

(btw Dear and Lasko have mini dance party’s in the middle of the night, Erik told me himself.)

[feedthepheasants]

begged & borrowed time | gale dekarios ch.18 out!

so i was hoping my tablet would be fixed by now but that is unfortunately ~not the case~ which is so tragic bc i had a little sketch from a moment in this chapter i was hoping to share :( so in lieu of that, i finally decided on a teaser/cut, which you can read below!

Begged & Borrowed Time | Gale Dekarios

18 chapters [ongoing] | WC: 56,480

keep reading blow for a very short preview from chapter 18, "a dance by firelight" | wc: 461

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To the hells with the shame; the embarrassment; the fear of his rejection. I shouldn’t care whether he accepts or denies me – though I can’t help my mind from spiraling as the seconds continue to pass in silence. 

Looking up at him, I feel my heart thundering within the cavity of my chest, my stomach threatening to bottom out. My throat has suddenly gone very dry. My eyes flash towards his lips again, then back to his eyes. Gale inches forward, leaning in ever so slightly; I tilt my chin up as far as I can until our lips share breath. I hesitate in anticipation for just a moment, before tenderly pressing my lips to his, any hints of anxiety and fluttering nerves are wiped from my mind. 

There is no Absolute. 

There is no Ketheric Thorm. 

There is no curse, nor a battle to be won. 

At this moment, there is only us. 

Gale’s arms move to snake around my middle as I press my palms to his chest, deepening our kiss. The shape of his lips against mine is new and thrilling and intoxicating, and all I want is more – more of this kiss, more of our bodies touching, more of this feeling. This is the first intimate touch other than my own that I’ve felt since before we were kidnapped onto the nautiloid, and though I try to stifle it, a moan escapes my body from deep within. Gale breaks our kiss with a gasp at the sound, but is quick to return his lips to mine, his hands sliding down to my waist. 

Our lips break again. When we look at one another, Gale’s face reflects the feelings stirring within me; on one hand, I know this should end here, but on the other, I need more. I need him. 

We move in tandem, pressing our lips back together once more. Gale maintains one hand at my waist while his other threads fingers into my hair. I place my hands on either side of his face, his curls dusting my fingertips. Gale’s own moan slips out, and the sound is utterly divine to my ears. My body threatens to melt entirely. Warmth swells in my chest. 

When our lips part a third time, our breathing is heavy. My hands remain on either side of his face. Gale’s fingers still are threaded in my hair, his other hand still warm against my waist. He presses his forehead against mine, our noses brushing against one another. I gulp down the air from his exhales like water. My fingertips trace along the curve of his jaw, and I can’t help another whimper from escaping as I tilt my head to kiss him again.

This time, he pulls away.

[themysteriousauthor18]

The Chronical of Daniel Lumiere chapter 2

[bookwyirm]

PSA For Newcomers

I’m not always going to say things you’ll like, I’m not always going to agree with you, you’re not always going to agree with me.

You might find some of my posts offensive, that’s ok, I might find some of your posts offensive. If you’re willing to have discourse about it, that’s great! I love talking to people, I’d be happy to explain my points and listen to yours.

I know am not always right, so I try to keep my mind open when people are correcting me. I also tend to overtalk, so if you ever want to end the convo just let me know, I’m stupid socially T-T

If you need to block me I understand, I’m not for everyone 😊

But what I will never understand is you telling me to kill myself, and harm myself because I don’t believe what you do. So I guess what I’m saying is, please don’t do that. If I’ve said something in some comment section that offends you so much you feel the need to do one of the things specified above, just save your time and block me.

[mynameisev24]

Poetry, Dudes

My dudes. Can ya'll please read my poetry because it's actually really great and awesome.

Like, I was reading through it and I was like, Damn, this doesn't suck. Wow.

You can check it out here -> https://www.wattpad.com/1419925351-random-poetic-stuff-your-touch