#and of course my brain doesn't want to work on any of the other WIPs I have

[unexpectedstormy]

WIP Wednesday -- Gang Rejects Wild

or

A mid-TotK Wild reappears before the Chain but the don't believe it's him because of how changed he is.

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“No! Don’t touch him!” Hyrule cried and jumped away, recoiling as if bitten. “That isn’t Wild!”

“How do you know?” Legend asked.

“He’s—it’s—full of malice, and poes and a strange magic that I don’t understand!” Hyrule said.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Time’s sword leveled at Wild’s throat.

“I’m Wild! Don’t you recognize me?” Wild answered with a betrayed look.

“You take the form of our brother but you aren’t him!” Hyrule accused.

“Guys! It’s me I swear! I’ve just… my adventure hasn’t been treating me well.”

“Show us your true form, Dark Link,” Time said coldly. “You aren’t fooling anyone hiding behind that face.”

“What are you talking about? This is my true form! I’m not Dark Link!” Wild replied vehemently.

“Put your sword down! That’s Wild!” Wind objected pushing Time’s blade away. “Can’t you see that he's hurt or sick or something?”

“Wind! Get back!” Legend dragged him away. “That’s not Wild. That’s only a trick!”

[ladykailitha]

Sweet Home Indiana

You guys are getting an absolute feast this week. Two chapters on regular posting days, the twenty snippets you got on WIP Wednesday, this, and of course more Across a Crowded Room tomorrow.

Enjoy!

Based off a post I saw on here (and didn't save for some reason) about the legal tangles gay people had to go through when gay marriage was federally legalized because a lot of them married different people in different states because their marriage in California wasn't legal in the other states and just never bother to get a divorce.

And my brain let's Steddify this shit Sweet Home Alabama style!

So here we go:

Eddie and Steve got married in Boston when Massachusetts made gay marriage legal. But they broke up when Eddie went to California with his band.

Cue Eddie going around and having a couple of really short marriages in different states. Tommy in New York for three months when the band was in New York recording an album. Billy in Hawaii for two weeks while Eddie was there on vacation.

Neither of them really mattered or were serious. Because they were only legal in the state they were performed in so Eddie didn't think anything about it.

Fast forward to a decade later, gay marriage is legalized across the country. Corroded Coffin has broken up and Eddie has a job as a tattoo artist.

Eddie goes to get a marriage license in Seattle where he's been living for the past five years. And is denied on the account he's a polygamist. He's still married to three different men in three different states.

Fuck.

His fiancee Chrissy is a legal assistant at a law firm so she has her bosses draw up annulments for Eddie's three marriages and has them sent out to all three of Eddie's exes.

Including Steve.

When Steve gets his papers, he's pissed. He hunts down Eddie's number and calls. Tells him that he can do the proper thing and tell him to his face he wants a divorce. None of this annulment bullshit like their relationship didn't matter. But until then he can fuck off.

Now Eddie's frantic. Because the reason why he and Chrissy were getting married in the first place is that her student visa ended in May and her work visa has been delayed three times. They have to get married otherwise she'll be deported. And no just a little across the border to Canada either, she's from Barbados.

He tells her the truth about Steve and how they were actually married for almost two years before Eddie left. They had been living in their home town of Hawkins where their marriage wasn't legal any way, but meant something to them.

Chrissy is upset he didn't tell her this sooner, because yeah, that's whole other kettle of fish. So she has her bosses draft a divorce decree and words it a whole lot nicer than the legalese of the annulment.

Eddie packs his bags heads to back to Hawkins and back to Steve. He has one week to convince Steve to sign the divorce papers.

He gets into to town and finds that Steve is the proud owner of the best bakery in town. And the best selling item is the chunky mint brownies Steve made just for Eddie when they first got together. Eddie gets a little sentimental about it, and Steve stubbornly refuses to sign the papers.

They go back and forth for a few days. They tumble into bed and Eddie wakes up, he finds Steve gone and the papers signed.

Only now that Steve has signed them, he doesn't want that anymore. So he breaks down crying and sobbing. He calls Chrissy and now Chrissy is as distraught as he is.

After they hang up Chrissy calls the bakery and Robin answers. Chrissy really needs to speak to Steve.

Robin tells her Steve can't come to the phone because he is covered in flour and can't because he'll get it messy. Chrissy asks if she calls his cell phone if Robin could hold it up to his ear, because she really needs to talk to him. But Robin refuses to budge. She banned Steve from having a cell phone around their giant stand mixer because he has lost three of them to the beast.

Robin offers to pass long the message, though. And Chrissy has to be content with that. She explains who she is and why Eddie needed the divorce. She tells Robin about Eddie's breakdown that morning and how he really didn't want to divorce Steve.

Robin and her get to talking about their best friends, missed connections and themselves.

While the girls are talking Eddie is having another freak out because he put the envelope containing the divorce papers in the mail box but realized he forgot to sign them himself. He needs to get them back so he can sign them, but he's afraid of getting arrested for tampering a federal post box trying to get the papers back.

He's near hysterics when Nancy finds him. She's in town visiting her family. And she helps him get the papers back by talking to the post office and they open the box and he gets them back.

She takes him to lunch to calm his clearly frazzled nerves. He tells her everything. And she tells him that while Eddie was in New York, Steve had gone to see him and when he saw how much bigger and better the big city was, Steve decided if he was going to win Eddie back, he had to make something of himself. And thus began the bakery. He almost had enough to fly to Seattle and woo Eddie. But then this happened.

Now Eddie is really stricken. He wants Steve so bad, but Chrissy is out of options.

Nancy gives his arm a squeeze and Eddie heads back to the hotel he'd been staying at.

He finally looks at his phone and sees a lot of messages and texts from Chrissy begging him not mail the divorce papers yet, she has a plan. Cue Eddie having a final breakdown in his hotel room, sobbing and wrung out.

There is a knock on his door and Eddie is confused the only person who knew his hotel and room number was Chrissy and she's in Seattle. But he gets up to answer and suddenly has an armful of Steve Harrington. Who is also a sobbing wreck.

After both of them calm down, Steve tells him he only signed the papers because he wanted Eddie to be happy. And if that meant being divorced from him, he'd do it.

But Eddie's isn't happy. He's sad and hurt and lonely. Steve is too.

They fall asleep in each other's arms, placing their trust in their best friends.

The next morning they are woken up by Robin and surprise surprise, Chrissy.

They explained that since gay marriage is legal everywhere now, Robin is going to marry Chrissy. And she'll swap places with Eddie. She'll go back to Seattle with Chrissy and Eddie can stay here with Steve.

It's perfect.

They get a marriage license and walked down the courthouse where Eddie and Steve are their witnesses. While the judge is talking, Steve pulls out Eddie's old ring. The one he returned to Steve when he moved out to be with his band.

He slips it back on Eddie's ring finger where it belongs. They kiss at the same time Chrissy and Robin do.

A couple years later Chrissy becomes a lawyer and her and Robin move back to Hawkins where Eddie has opened his own tattoo parlor, right next to Steve's bakery.

And they all live happily ever after.

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[suseagull04]

Thanks to the lovely @firenati0n @zwiazdziarka @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @heybuddy-drabbles for the tags!

I've shared a lot of words today for the WIP Tag Game, so I'm going to post them all here so everyone who wants to can see them... And there may or may not be a high school AU snippet at the end!

Scrabble/Bananagrams AU:

He can't believe this.

He had thought he was the best at Scrabble and Bananagrams. Even factoring out the fact that he’s fluent in two languages, he usually manages to defeat any opponent he's up against.

But that was before he met the infuriating Henry Fox.

He's a friend of June's that she's invited along with a bunch of her other college friends for game night, and he's… well, he doesn't think Henry is used to losing, Alex will put it that way.

Alex has been playing this game for ages, though. He will win, no matter what it takes.

Bookstore oneshot:

“Remember, H, we only have an hour before we need to leave for the inauguration.”

“Of course, of course,” Henry dismissed Alex's worries with a wave of his hand. “I just want to get the new collector's edition of Jane Austen’s works. It has all of her writing, Alex. All of it in one place! Can you imagine anything better?”

Yeah, he could, actually: the way Henry looked when he was talking about this stuff was better than any book Alex could think of. His eyes were shining, his smile nothing short of brilliant. Alex would bring Henry into a bookstore every day of the week if it meant he would smile like that.

Baker Alex, writer Henry:

There's nothing quite like finding the perfect place to write, Henry mused.

He had been unable to focus on his work that morning, too distracted by… well, honestly, everything. He loved his beagle, David, but he had constantly wanted attention, which Henry was only too happy to give him, of course. Plus, there were dishes to be done, vacuuming to do… Henry could make all the excuses in the world not to write, but the fact remained that he wasn't writing as he should be.

So he had packed up his laptop and googled cafes in the area, looking for a good place to get some writing done. 

High school AU:

At last, her most promising source of distraction that day showed up. Alex brought over a guy who was slightly taller than him and said, “Henry, this is my sister, June.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Henry greeted her, sticking out his hand. She shook it, entranced by his accent from the moment he spoke. Not that that meant that a certain Jewish friend of hers was driven from her mind, though. “This seems to be a lovely party. I especially like the decorations. Jane Austen is my favorite author, you know.”

At his words, June's brain went into overdrive. She had never thought she'd meet a guy who liked Jane Austen. “Mine too! She's just incredible. No one writes like that anymore.”

“True, and it's such a shame. The ability to get that descriptive with prose, the complexity of the plot and how she immediately gets you immersed in the plot with such eloquent dialog… she's unmatched, that's for sure.” June grinned. She had never thought meeting a prince would be so fun, that a boy the same age as her brother would want to talk about Jane Austen, let alone actually like her work. There were certainly no guys like that in the States. 

I'm pretty late to the game, but tagging @anincompletelist @14carrotghoul @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @raysletters @rockyroadkylers and @read-and-write- in case they have anything they want to share- and open tag for you if you want to play too! If you take the open tag, please tag me, I'm always eager for more fic snippets!

[buginateacup]

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

:green beetle: ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here (emoji is not working for me smh)

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I was gonna say Drifter/Eris and that they both smell really weird in very different ways...

But let's be honest I gotta go Megarox. Megamind is a flower eater, he enjoys nectar, and Roxanne can and will encourage this, usually by bringing him flowers or when they go on walks in parks together (night walks, naturally. Those are the best kind), she plucks flowers and feeds them to him, usually by shoving them in his face because she is a terrible gremlin and it's why we love her.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

My wife came out to a bunch of our friends and they are all so loving and supportive! She smiles so much now!

We are getting a patio installed out the back! It only took 7 years but finally we can eat out there without having to balance on gravel

There is a very cute cat loafing beside me

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

This is not me trying to yuck anyone's yum but I really, really cannot stand casting Megamind and Roxanne in parental roles for Keiko or her calling them her parents. It squicks me out to the point of repulsion. I am all for feral aunt and uncle to a wild niece, but fun characters who are NOT reduced to parenting (reluctant or otherwise) in sequels are so few and far between that I just don't want to see it. They can be supportive and caring without having to force everyone into Nuclear Family Unit.

And sure, a lot of this stems from growing up with the expectation in both media and irl that of COURSE becoming a parent is the only outcome for you. But that doesn't make it any less of an ick! We SHOULD be getting more non nuclear family options, we SHOULD be getting more it takes a village. But if your only approach to setting characters up as a family is to make them "Here is the mummy and here is the daddy and here is the baby" just no. Please. There are a thousand more possibilities there, open your mind.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Go for a walk, take some music with you, or do dishes or sweep (also with music).

Additionally, if you're wanting to write something but are holding off to find out if future canon will change things, stop waiting. Just go. Do you think we'd have anywhere near the creativity and wildness of fanfic if we had to stop and wait for canon's blessing every time. it's FANFIC! Who fucking cares if canon contradicts you down the track, it's not gonna be any less fanfic for waiting!

(I do think we actually saw a drop in the level of creativity and engagement with fandom ideas when the show was announced, which is a bummer. Kill the cop in your brain. Write shit that will be immediately contradicted, have someone come to your completely disproven fic years down the line and go "I thought this was going to not work because we know X but holy shit this is a whole new way of looking at things!")

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

I uh....no thoughts, head empty. How do I stop my cat attacking me for wearing jeans in the house? I got my other rants out up above so... *le shrug*

:green beetle: ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here (emoji is not working for me smh)

Oh you sneaky little shit, you got me writing!

(context: Look we aint supposed to let the prisoners get gifts. There's a whole chapter in the handbook about what happened last time we let the kid get so much as a bobby pin.

But you tell me how I'm meant to turn down such a sweet little old lady when she comes in with two pristine old shoe boxes, all carefully packed with tissue and hands one to the kid and the other to the repoter and with a quavery little voice about how she and her husband, god rest his soul, used to go dancing every saturday night for almost forty years and how they entered the ameature ballroom competitions together. Told us they were the last pairs they brought together, before the cancer took him and oh she'd never get these on over her bunions now but it would do her old heart good to see some use coming to these shoes which hadn't seen the light of day in nigh on twenty years.)

There's only so much a man can take right before retirement.

I might have been able to hold her off if she hadn't handed one of the boxes to Miss Primetime, who looked really touched and immediately buckled herself into a pair of sparkly red shoes to the encouragement of all the old biddies.

So now the kid's the proud owner of a pair of actual ballroom dance shoes, all polished black to go with the bright orange jumpsuit.

[alrightbuckaroo]

wip ask game

I am many things and three of those things are humble, vain and contradictory. Anyways, that's me saying that I love doing this tag game any time I get the chance to play so thank you so much for the tag @reyesstrand ❤️

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips

Alright, so my brain doesn't seem to ever want to stop so even though I've got a rolodex of work that needs my undivided attention, I still bring you even more new wips:

Carlos is a nanny AU (having a devil of a time trying to come up with a title for this one but oh my god I love it already)

stuck in your cruel melody

your brown eyes take me into sunrise (Two Night Stand AU)

the only girl he's ever loved (Drag Queen AU)

yesterday once more

the only girl he's ever loved

running in the shadows (1970s rock band AU)

let your love grow (Meet Ugly Plant Lovers AU) (thank you @welcometololaland)

cursed by the love that you receive

take a kiss without regret (Historical Pretty Woman AU) (thank you @strandnreyes)

and here's the litany of others that have been posted before: part one and part two

when i'm not being vein i'm being very nosy so i'm going to tag: @bonheur-cafe, @lightningboltreader, @strandnreyes (i saw your post earlier 👀), @carlos-tk, @carlos-in-glasses, @welcometololaland, @freneticfloetry, @orchidscript, @herefortarlos, @theghostofashton, and of course, leaving an open tag for anyone who wants to join in :)

[luciadiosa]

Enchanting Mermaid

Since i am currently on vacation and look through my wips and found this. of course i doesn't want to hide it from you. ❤️🩵 still don't know when i will have time to write.

Part 10

Cutler Beckett didn't sleep this night. To many thoughts crawling in his brain and stress him. Normally he hasn't such problems but with you it changed. Maybe if his plan works out his mind find peace again.

After his bath he cought you on the sofa. Sleeping on the fireplace. He tried to stay away from you, so he just threw a blanket above you. Now he wonders if you still be on that sofa and sleep. As soon as he gets down, he arrange his coat. He didn't realize how long his morning routine took this day.

The servant he orderd to come was already here. He smells cooking from the kitchen. As he peaks in he see the breakfast on the table.

"Lord Beckett!" the servant, an older lady with ash brown hair and grey strands greets him suprisly. "Beth." he nodds and turns around. Where are you?

"In the music room, Sir." Beth allows herself to give you a hint. He follows it till he stops in the door frame. "I helped her a little bit to look more suitable." The old woman explains behind him. "Go make the breakfast ready." he orders.

You walk to the big windows. The sun shines on you. You hair was open. The flowers in your hair matches perfectly the pastel pink dress. A light glimmer shines in the sun light. "Good Morning, Y/N" he interrupts you, after watching you admiring the garden behind the house, the windows, plants and piano.

With a scare you turn around. Now he see: Beth took you front hair to the sides along your head in small braids. So your face is free.

You look fresh. No sign of dirt or any other imperfection. "Did you sleep well?" he asks and takes a few steps.

"Yes thank you but I guess sleeping in a bed instead of a sofa would be better." you answers. "How was your night?"

Cutler takes a few steps again. "Not as good as it should be." he answers honsetly. His fingertipps knocks on every object he crosses.

"Why not?" you try to get more informations.

"My mind is full of the next steps." he starts and now stops in fron of you. Hi eyes lock wies yours.

"To give me to the king. That's why we met him yesterday isn't it?" You sigh heavily and look away.

With his right hand he grabs your chin, slides the hand up to you cheek and then he lifts your head up so he can look at your eyes again. "I thougt you might be smarter."

Your eyebrows narrow. "As I would give such preciouse treasuer out of my hands." He shook his head about you naivety.

He stops you from going backwards by grabbing your face harder with the one hand. "How week you are in your humans form."

Cutler steps forward as near as possible and places his head next to yours.

"You are mine and mine alone. I admit I thougt about to give you to the king It would be a huge advantage. It would be clever." His hand on your face strikes down your neck till he reaches your hand. "My head and my heart don't allow it. My little mermaid. It will be our little secret." His fingers slides into yours in the air and he let them sink. "Covered in marriage."

You didn't regocnize that he held your hand now. With the other he got a ring out of his pockets and let it slide above your ring finger.

Breathtaken you look at the ring. The lord helds your hand with both hands. "It is my mothers ring. She wanted me to wed good woman. Have children. Little does she know I have no ambitions to do so."

"Then why do you want to wed me? You talked to the king!" The suprise flooded your brain and words.

"I asked the king for your hand, after you don't have an father. It was just a formal thing. As my wife I can protect you. Beth will show you how to act like a lady. You cannot ignor the king as example. Then you will live on my property. A big house on the land. Nearly empty because i travel alot. You should take care of it. Beth will help you with anything."

Masterlist

Taglist:@dozcan123

[eviltothecore13]

Why do so many people think Wesker was conditioned/brainwashed into feeling anxious whenever Spencer wasn't around?

Even if we just look at the English and not the imo clearer Japanese version, it says almost the exact opposite of that. Spencer's existence, Spencer's presence, was the source of the concern (note: the Japanese word for "anxiety" used refers to feeling anxious or worried about something, and is NOT the same as the word used for a clinical anxiety disorder. People who do not have anxiety disorders can feel worried about things. It is not stated anywhere in canon that Wesker has an anxiety disorder and neither does he display symptoms of such onscreen) that Wesker felt. Not the *lack* of his presence. He was worried because he knew Spencer was still out there and still hiding secrets from him, he's not a lost puppy with separation anxiety.

Wesker sought out Spencer looking for answers to the unanswered questions (about Umbrella, and Spencer's plans--there is no indication anywhere that Wesker knew Spencer had anything to do with his own childhood and in fact it appears that he was completely taken by surprise at the idea) that had been worrying him. The other kids were similarly manipulated into wanting to seek Spencer out--the details of this are unclear but given that in the Japanese version in particular, words like "concern" but also "interest", "curiosity", etc were present (saying that e.g. "Wesker was only curious about/interested in/concerned with Spencer because he had been made to be so") it suggests that they were also manipulated into seeking out *answers*, not just feeling constantly anxious whenever he isn't around (which they were never shown or stated to feel). Especially since it's also stated that once Wesker HAS those answers, Spencer has no more value to him and no more ability to manipulate him.

(Also a side note about the word "programmed" used in the English translation: I'm not saying it's wrong, but I do think it's put some inaccurate images in some people's heads. People picture someone strapped to an operating table with a device over their head that zaps their brain. That kind of sci-fi brainwashing doesn't work in real life, and hasn't really been shown working quite like that in RE--there's P30, and there's the technology used to make Carla believe she is Ada, but those are both stated to be recent inventions and also are only partly effective and don't work quite like the typical image of the trope. I REALLY don't think the RE universe had that kind of tech in the 60s and I don't like to introduce these sci-fi brainwashing tropes to any universe where they're not shown onscreen to be true, mostly because I think the whole trope should be thrown into the sun. But also because I think more realistic and subtle manipulation to make characters do certain things is more interesting both to write and to read. The phrasing used in the Japanese file could easily be translated as "he was made to do [X]", "he was influenced", manipulated, etc. Now, I don't actually think the English translator was necessarily TRYING to give a sci-fi brainwashing impression, because lots of media uses the word "programmed" to refer to the actions of real-life manipulative groups that of course use mundane methods of manipulation and NOT brain-zapping devices. But since 2009 a lot of media like the Winter Soldier etc has come out that put sci-fi brainwashing more at the forefront of people's minds and now that's the kind of assumption a lot of people have made. It's not actually explicit canon and unless it becomes explicit canon I'll assume it's NOT what went on because it's a trope that I really hate and introducing it to the 1960s would also just completely fuck up the whole timeline of what was invented when in the RE universe. If it IS made explicit canon at some point...idk I'll probably delete all my fics and WIPs and leave the fandom.)

[cee-grice]

Hello! I'm getting caught up on all your amazing asks here... But here's my pre-emptive Ask for Storytelling Saturday for next week:

Describe your WIP in bullet points so my ADHD brain gets it quickly!

hey hey Belle!! oh man, I also have to clean out my inbox, it's getting a bit embarrassing haha... I know you said this is a pre-emptive STS ask, but!.. I saw it and got excited lol, so you're getting it answered Now

so! my current WIP, When White Crows Cry, described in bullet points:

(this is gonna be long)

it's a science fantasy?? only instead of robots and space we have chemistry and pathology lol

also dark academia vibes

set in a secondary world reminiscent of 19th century-esque europe, only with modern advancements in science

the magic system is science-based - essentially, if you wanna manipulate the fabric of reality, you gotta. understand said fabric of reality

so, to cast a believable illusion you need to perfectly understand color and light and depth and all that (so you gotta be a kickass realism artist lol)

or, to change a glass ball into a gold one, you gotta understand the molecular composition of each material and know how to manipulate it so it would change forms

there's one tiny teensy issue with magic, though - it is a limited resource ahaha

ANYWAY that's the gist of it

main character - Quil, an exceptional transmutation mage who got exiled some years ago for performing human transmutation (very bad very taboo)

(he, of course, continues doing human transmutation)

(despite the Trauma)

the second most important character - Endra, who has this nasty magical parasite slowly eating away at his body and mind, and his only hope at a cure is... human transmutation

you can see where this is going

anyway so that's the Past timeline - Quil trying to figure out what's going on with Endra's body and finding a way to fix it

(this is also the Romance timeline lol)

we also have the Present timeline

and that starts with Quil getting revived a year after his death in the country he'd gotten exiled from

:0!

(that's literally the first chapter so it's not a spoiler lol)

anyway he gets offered a Deal - help his ex-mentor with her project that could potentially save magic, and in exchange he'd get amnesty

the issue? he really, really hates his ex-mentor

and he would have really, really preferred to stay dead

this whole magic dying thing is Not his problem, either lol

counter issue? the project concerns the same magic parasite that Endra had (has?), so it could put him in danger, and Quil quite literally would die again before he let that happen, so.

he agrees

(so that he could sabotage it lol)

but also! Quil doesn't know what happened with Endra post his death, so that's something he works on figuring out as well

(he gets far more questions than answers. where IS this guy)

anywayyy that's the gist of the story

now for the lightning round

this would be for you if any of this intrigues you:

highly questionable academic and medical ethics

characters forsaking morality to get what they want and losing sight of what truly matters

So Much Interpersonal Drama

no physical fights - a Lot of verbal fights

dealing with the horrors of resurrection

dealing with the horrors of facing your loved ones after they'd mourned you for a year

a cast of eccentric scientists

an obsessive, codependent queer romance between people who don't know how the other looks like

a lot of fucked up queer characters in general

an incredibly spiteful trans protagonist who just wants to be left the fuck alone but everyone insists on dragging him into their shit, so instead he's gonna Make them leave him alone

everyone wanting you to live apart from You

magic biology! magic chemistry! magic science! nerd shit!

anyway oof idk if this helps but omggg is it hard to explain a fantasy story quickly ahaha....

(this is the general tag for this wip so u can check out more stuff about it that's explained in a more cohesive manner lol)

[maddiebiscuits]

i don't know how to phrase this any other way so i hope you don't find this rude or anything: you are (imo) a very skilled, very prolific art toaster. it's great quality artwork obviously, but your turnaround is wicked crazy fast to me. what does burnout look like for you? how do you manage to toast so many arts? what dark magics must you employ??

The hard truth is I worked in journalism for two years between 2010-2012 and customer service/hospitality starting at 16 years old in 2007 all throughout my life until 2022 and I don't want to go back to any of it now that I'm almost 33 - that's the main motivator to keep my freelance gig career doing art commissions going as long as possible. Fear and loathing of going back to that work environment keeps me focused.

In action...I'm not quite sure if I ever experience 'burn out'? I do experience art 'block' in that I can't think of anything to draw on my own or feel really unsatisfied with my work...so I just goof off with my canvas or do studies, but this doesn't interfere with doing commissions where I am told what to draw.

I just enjoy the physical act of drawing. Sometimes when I'm bored and restless and going for a walk doesn't help, I just draw more. When I was a kid I would just come home from school and draw crap between playing Gameboy/N64/Gamecube or browsing Elfwood/Newgrounds/DeviantART/Gaia Online, so it's literally just a habit now. If I don't draw for a long time I feel anxious and unwell. Somehow I just programmed my brain to think that art = leisure fun time, even if it's for work. I also tend to get into a "zone" sometimes and just put on video essays or music and a few hours later I'll have worked through some commission stuff.

I have three 'task lists' for my workflow:

A public trello board organized by work order types (N/SFW link)

A personal trello board organized by type/date in chronological order

A coloured tagging and folder system in my emails where I can just see the actual dates/timestamps of my last correspondence with a client so I know exactly who in my taskboard needs to be prioritized for their next WIP update

I hold myself to a standard of sending a client a WIP in stages:

rough draft (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

line art (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

final render (1-14 business days)

tweaks (1-2 business days)

So ideally, the client gets a finished commission in 3-6 weeks, so about 1-2 months. For larger projects I send more WIPs and the process is obviously longer. For simpler stuff like chibis, it's rarely a full six weeks. Over holidays I add an extra two weeks to my noted turn-around to account for IRL time off. On all my terms of service I have a maximum four months turn-around, essentially doubling the time I know my work flow is just in case there's some sort of medical or equipment emergency in my life that I need to account for that gives me a buffer (I also notify all clients)

Monday to Friday I wake up usually...late morning/early afternoon? I do anywhere from four to eight hours of artwork, broken up by walks, stretching, eating, cleaning, cooking, hanging out with my partner, etc. I look at my personal trello taskboard and emails to see what must be done and what can wait. I try to get at least 1-2 things done in a day though, be that sketches/line art/renders/revisions.

Right now I am looking at my email and task board, and the client with the highest wait time chronologically is someone who is waiting for their final render (sketch and line art already revised and done for them). Last email correspondence with them on the email says 9 days ago (so 7 business days, I'm supposed to take Sat-Sun off). Their order was paid in full and confirmed by me on November 9 and it is currently December 13, so I'm at about the 5 week mark (not accounting for delays in clients getting back to me of course) and I am very much On Course for my work load, no one has been without contact from me for 14 days or more so I'm pretty ahead of my game right now! I could take tomorrow off if I wanted, or only do 3-4 hours of work if I feel like it.

However the more work you finish and post, the more you show prospective clients your ability to finish orders and show your audience more art for engagement, so ideally I always like posting stuff when I can, it just creates a cycle of positive production and income.

[hamartia-grander]

what if markus went back to look for simons body among the wreckage of other destroyed androids, found him, and gave him a new heart.

and it worked. simon lived again.

Are you in my Google docs??? Do you read my WIPS when I'm not looking???? bc I'm literally writing a fic like this KDHDJSH

It honestly could work. I mean they're not like humans where if they don't have blood pumping after a certain amount of time their brains die. They can be reactivated at any time, so who's to say this isn't possible?

And since you accidentally guessed so closely to my fic, I'll give you a brief outline, as a treat: (summarised directly from my draft)

So in my fic, once the initial battle of the revolution is won, Markus retrieves Simon's body and has a brand new heart made for him. Markus keeps Simon's old heart instead of getting a newer one for himself because 1. Simon sacrificed himself so Markus could live, and 2. Markus is in love and sentimental as fuck. But a little while later, the revolution is still going on because no freedom fight is won in a day, and the heart Simon gave Markus starts to malfunction due to its age, but he doesn't tell anyone because he doesn't want to give up Simon's heart. But Simon figures it out - he notices when Markus unexpectedly slows down or zones out, when his breathing is heavier than usual as his systems work overtime to cool him. Simon sees how Markus’s strength fades at times, and Markus tries to hide it, but Simon knows him too well. He tells Markus to get rid of the heart, get a new one, a better and stronger one that won’t die on him. Markus evades, he promises he’ll get a new heart but never specifies when. He knows he should, and he knows holding onto a faulty biocomponent on mere sentiment is illogical, but so are most emotions. So he keeps procrastinating, not taking it as seriously as he should. Then one day, the heart fails him at the worst moment, and he dies on a battlefield before Simon can get to him.

Of course, he lives, because I don’t do angst without a happy ending. But Simon is furious, and scared. And it takes a while to find a new heart for Markus; everyone’s too busy with the war effort to make enough thirium regulators, and so many deviants need hearts and other various biocomponents. But Simon doesn’t give up; he’s determined, and a bit desperate, and he finally just goes straight to Kamski, and begs him to make Markus a new heart, promises anything. He’s surprised to discover that Kamski genuinely wants to help, with no strings attached and no trade off necessary. Simon doesn’t entirely trust him, but Chloe seems to, and at least he knows Markus was Kamski’s one-of-a-kind creation, so maybe that’s why he wants to help. Whatever the reason, Simon accepts his help, and Kamski builds Markus a brand new heart.

When Markus wakes up, Simon scolds him for being stupid, but they’re both just relieved it worked and Markus is okay. Simon is like “why the fuck would you do that” and Markus admits he wanted to keep Simon’s heart for as long as he could. Simon can’t stay mad at him for that, because he knows he would’ve done the same thing. Markus admits he’s sad to be without Simon’s heart again, and gets the idea that they should switch, so they can have each other’s hearts. Simon argues against it, because Markus’s new heart is so advanced and efficient even compared to Simon’s newer heart, and that wouldn’t be fair. But Markus is insistent, and promises that next time his heart begins to fail (if it does) he’ll get a new one, and then he and Simon can switch again. That way they’ll always have each other’s hearts, metaphorically and literally. Simon knows it’s dumb, but it’s okay, because he is a morosexual and Markus is the deviants’ number one himbo.

[sortofanobsession]

To Cry for the Moon Part 7 (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)

Author's Note: The next couple chapters will be mainly the Eternals with mentions to Moon Knight. So if you are here for the guys, please hang in there, they will be back. I am not a mythology expert, and things get changed for these stories obviously. I'm trying my best. Also I'll try to update every day or two. I can't guarantee they will be everyday. So if you want to be tagged let me know, replies are the easiest but any way works. Minor DNI

The story idea by @jupitersmoon167 (the original post I saw is here!) Also realized I should probably add content warnings, so I did and tagged them. If you think I missed a warning please send me an ask. I try to tw tag even the tiniest thing so no one has to suffer if I can help it.

Y/N = Your Name. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV. Italics are the reflected alter talking.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Tagged: @rosaren2498, @yuugenmomo, @faefanatic, @urlocallsimp, @assassinsasha23, @queenariesofnarnia, @rmoonstoner, @crypticruler

Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader (It’ll make sense eventually)

Content Warning: Death, fear, depression

Word Count: 1k+

WIP Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 7: The World Keeps Turning

Y/N didn't really listen or help Sersi explain to Dane that they have powers because they are Eternals from the planet Olympia and have been on Earth for over 7,000 years, fighting Deviants. Until 5 centuries ago. He learned more about Sersi and Ikaris but the main thing was that Dane accepted her explanation and reasoning far better than Marc had. Y/N didn't miss the sad look they both gave her. 

"He'll come around, probably just the shock of it all," Dane tells her.

"You handled it alright, and you don't have a centuries-old Egyptian god in your brain. Moon Knight does. They even know about some of my powers. I told them when they told me about their personalities, though they conveniently left out Khonshu. It was Truth for Truth. The full story wasn't my story to tell. Doing so might have raised questions about Sersi and Sprite. That wouldn't be fair to them or you, but I guess that doesn't matter." She sighs. "I'm glad you don't hate us. I hate to do this but can I ask you a favor? Can you watch Noob and maybe feed Bas until we get back? I would ask Steven, but even if he would talk to me, I don't think Marc would let him."

"Of course," he nods.

"Thanks, Dane, I owe you one."

"You guys saved my life and a lot of other people, the least I can do is pet sit."

"Least you can do is nothing, but I appreciate it. I know you'll be kind to them. Sorry, I can't make you a giraffe either, but I can say if you ever need anything." She takes the feather keychain off her keys and holds it in her hands, imbuing it with a tiny fraction of her powers before handing it to him. "If something really bad happens. Hold it to your heart and I will hear it. We may not have cell signal, but as long as I’m on this planet it’ll work. It works for Osiris and he’s in the underworld, it should work for you."

"Osiris? Like the Egyptian god of the Dead? He has a direct line to you? Does your family?" 

"Osiris does, my family doesn't. Sadly, I cannot feel the Eternals like I can humans. I think Arishem thinks that would be a distraction. But humans, like you, I can hear. And you, you have a good heart Dane, that's why we know we can trust you with all of this. I don't even need my scales to know your heart balances. Sersi wouldn't be with you if it didn't. Take care of yourself." 

She moves to join Sprite while Sersi says her own goodbye.

Y/N was physically sore and absolutely exhausted on the flight to the States. The only thing giving her comfort was being surrounded by so many human hearts. She reached out just a bit with her powers to feel them. She focuses on one of a child, a young girl, that seems to be enjoying a show on a tablet. An innocent and pure heart full of joy. It reminds her that humans were worth fighting for. That little girl had so much life ahead of her. As upset and sad as Y/N might be, knowing innocence and good still existed even after so many years without the Eternals' assistance was comforting. It was a constant that she could always rely on.

"You okay?" Sersi asks, drawing her attention back. 

Y/N nods. "I'm fine."

"You should try and sleep," Sersi tells her. "You fought harder than most of us and took most of the hits."

"I'm not that fragile," Y/N assures her.

"No, but we have no idea when we might get the chance to again. Might as well embrace it while we can."

"Point taken," Y/N admits and as she usually does, she takes Sersi's advice.

As they left the airport and headed to their rental car, she pulled out her phone and calls Steven. He doesn't answer. She leaves a voicemail.

“Hey, just landed in the States. We’re headed to Ajak’s place, I’ll call you when we get to her house.”

When Ajak fails to greet them, something instantly feels off. Y/N reaches out but feels nothing. No humans for miles and no apparent threats. What they do find shakes them all. Ajak is dead. Her body was cold, drained of power. Y/N couldn't breathe for a moment. It is too much. They've never lost anyone before. Ajak always healed them. She kept them alive even through the most brutal of battles. Ajak was gone. Their leader was gone. They were on their own. Y/N could feel her hands start to shake. The ache in her knee returned. They were on their own against Deviants stronger than ever and they lost their healer. Ajak had kept them alive and safe for millennia. Now, what were they supposed to do?

Ikaris admits to being the last one to see her. To say that Ajak sent him to London to check on them. But the Deviant must have gotten her before he actually made it to London because as Sprite points out the Deviant healed like Ajak. They now had an enemy that could take their powers. None of them were safe in a fight if that was true. They are all shocked when Sersi tells them the sphere Ajak used to speak with Arishem went to her. That she spoke to Arishem. Ajak chose Sersi to replace her. Not Ikaris, which was surprising. He had always been more of a leader than most of them. He was devoted to the mission Arishem gave them.

Y/N put a hand on Ajak's cold chest. 

"May we meet again in the next life," Y/N says, hoping that no matter what afterlife awaited Eternals they would hopefully be together someday. 

They agreed to gather the rest of the team starting with Kingo.

Ancient Egypt, the beginning of the age of gods.

Y/N places a set of scales before the Ennead in the Chamber of the Gods. 

"Phastos says these scales will allow you to better judge a person's heart, even when I am not here. We formed them using my powers." She takes the large feather that the people had given her long ago because of her wings that she often included in her outfit out of appreciation and holds it tight between her hands, calling on the majority of her power and channeling it into the feather. It made her lightheaded as her hands and the feather began to glow. She wills a fraction of her own heart and powers into it. When she pulls her powers back the feather continues to have a sort of ethereal glow. "This feather," she holds it out to the small cluster of gods before her. "The feather of truth," she deems it. "I've put everything I know, everything I use to aid in judgment, into this feather. Weigh a person's heart against this feather and you will know their true nature, their heart. If it balances, they have a good heart, they deserve to see paradise."

"And they shall see the field of reeds," Osiris assures her.

"And if they don't balance?" Horus asks.

"If the feather rises, and the heart stays weighted down, they have failed. Their heart has shown their true nature, that their heart is filled with malice and should be justly condemned. If the scales move back and forth that means there is conflict in the person's heart. They are not inherently good or bad. They should be given a chance to process this, to look deep within themselves and if they can balance then they have made peace with their conflict. If they can't, they shall face proper justice."

"Justice shall be swift," Osiris adds. 

"You can judge both living and the dead to ensure justice and truth remain standard as time goes on and the kingdom grows. As long as I live, the feather of truth will hold the standards I have deemed fair and just. It is part of me. You have my judgment as long as the smallest spark of my power remains. We are bound, we are one." 

Modern Egyptian Underworld

"They've never done this before." Anubis, Taweret, and Osiris watch the scales shift without anything being weighed against the feather. 

"Keep watch," Osiris commands them. "We will see what Ma'at has to say."

South Dakota, USA

Y/N tries again to call Steven and Marc. 

“Hey, um, so we got to Ajak’s. She…got attacked by a deviant and is…Anyway, we’re flying back out again, probably going to find Kingo. Let me know if you get this, we’re in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m not getting any service.”

As she puts her phone away. She is shocked to see the path to the temple open before her. 

"Sprite!" She calls the younger Eternal.

"Is that what I think it is?" Sprite says as she eyes the long open tunnel. "Tell Sersi I will meet you in Mumbai." Sprite nods.

Modern Egypt: Temple of the Gods

"Osiris," Y/N greets the glowing eyes of the avatar before her. 

"Ma'at," he greets her. "I am sure you are curious why I summoned you."

She sighs, "I have an idea about that and I will share what I know, you only ever have to ask."

"Your scales shifted while not in use. The others are concerned."

"I…I have concerning news for you, Osiris. The deviants have returned, they are stronger, faster and I'm afraid I can no longer guarantee that we, that I, will survive."

"What do you mean?" He asks. "How have you come to this conclusion?"

"One attacked us in London. Ikaris, Sersi, Sprite, and I were unable to kill it. Ikaris and I could only drive it back. The concerning thing is that it healed itself, Osiris. We went to consult Ajak and she was dead. The monster had stolen her powers and in doing so became stronger and harder to fight. In 7,000 years no Eternal has died. I'm afraid the shock may have momentarily shifted and shaken my beliefs. But the scales should be steady now. We are going to gather the rest of the Eternals and return to our mission, losing our healer will not deter us. We shall do our best to remove this threat to humanity. My only request is that should anything happen and my feather fade. Please tell Khonshu that I have failed. He will know why."

"That can be done. We will be observing," Osiris tells her. "Call upon us if you have a need. Isis would be devastated if we lost you, little feather. Your heart beats here. It shall remain protected." 

Mumbai, India

Y/N steps out into the busy streets of the city. She reaches out to feel the hearts around her. Now she had to wait for the rest of the team to get there. She takes out her phone and calls Steven.

"Osiris called me to the temple, my powers wavered after finding Ajak. I filled him in on what was happening. With Ajak gone we…Osiris will let Khonshu know if anything truly bad happens, he told me he would. I'm in India now. I got here before the others because of the temple path. I'll let you know more soon. I really do miss you both."

Before putting her phone away she sent a text to Sersi letting her know that she was in India.

[crispycreambacon]

☆ Mello-Jello-Wellow! Crispy here ☆

AO3 || Art-Only Blog || Free Palestine

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My name is Chris Pycream Bacon, but most just call me Crispy. In here, you will find pretty much everything such as my own work, my interests and rambles from others. If you wanna see just my art, you can head over to @crispyfriedartchive instead!

I hope to create a space which is inviting, so feel free to reach out via asks! BIPOC, LGBT+, disabled/neurodivergent and non-Christians are welcomed of course, and if you object to that, this place is not for you :}

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As you can see, I'm an artist and a writer. Particularly, I love doing silly doodles, illustrations, comics and fanfiction, and I hope to become an animator or a comic artist one day. However, I'm open to any art or writing career that welcomes me along the way!

My other hobbies include singing, voice acting, listening to whatever music catches my brain worms and yelling about my current interests. I also have two cats, Sashimi and Takoyaki, a corgi named Miso, and a t-rex plush named Dinosara whom I love very much :3

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karmagisa kikuo thoughts

I've been listening to desert theater from kikuohana and I was suddenly hit with the very vary rare karmagisa thoughts particularly lying in the angst category. An established relationship, after korosenseis passing. Both of them of course are ridden with grief, a strange and bitter sweet grief that allows a smile yet sheds a tear late at night. Nagisa handles it better than karma, he was the one that killed with a smile and he's the one that allows himself to let go and accept the situation. Karma on the other hand holds it in, goes back to older ways of nonsensical violence and scolding himself afterwards for lashing out. They work together though, push eachother to get better and it's been working-

Until nagisa becomes even better, even more stable, and the fear of abandonment is at its highest peak. Karma doesn't know what he'd do if nagisa up and left him on a whim, it's so bad that he'd get nightmares of nagisa leaving him to rot-

"I saw a dream. A towering dead ground. Fog coming out. Getting damp with your rain. Don't leave this theatre." He doesn't want to be left, nagisas impact on him is immense and strong, a first friend, a first lover- "don't leave this theater" (don't leave me)

"Cry , hug, for my sake. Collecting rotten bodies. Will be reborn at the depth of the night. Drowning at the end of the star." For his sake he begs nagisa to stay, asks the boy to give him a bit of comfort silently- he just can't say it out loud though, he can't tell the full truth "drowning at the end of the star" (his words drown in his throat, his bright blue star smiles at him and he can't say anything)

"Stranded. Ride the ark and head to the cliff. Get struck by the waves. Waiting for your blood" if nagisa leaves him he's sure that he'll wait, he's sure he'll wander until nagisa came back. He doesn't want to be left but if it does happen then he'll be unguided until nagisa came back- if he ever does. "Get struck by the waves" (it'll surely break his heart and tear him down, leaving him alive but drifting)

"I realized this is a dream. Falling to the cold night. Rotting inside my brain. You're the only thing I'm wishing for. Always, here under the stars" he knows that nagisa probably won't leave, he knows this is just his fear talking yet it still persists, hurting him, crushing him, he wants to stop any feelings- get them to go away, and despite that he still loves. "you're the only thing I'm wishing for" (he loves he loves he loves)

"Don't leave this theater. Live, Die, for my sake. Collecting rotten hearts. Under the night, continuously waiting. Moisten my red mouth" he doesn't want nagisa to leave, he wants anything and everything the blue haired boy could give, could offer, he would take anything even just a second by the other. He'll wait for nagisa, he'll give back just as much as he takes, as long as the other comes back, as long as he stays. "Live, die, for my sake" (nagisa already promised him forever, he just hopes the boy meant it)

I kinda wanna write this into a whole fic....adding to the wip collection

[kenobster]

📝🗣️

please i just love u talking abt ur fics

From this ask game.

Ahhhh thanks so much, anon!!! I'm super flattered. :D

I'm still sloooowly working my way through the asks I have in my inbox, but this one luckily had great timing so I'm doing this one before the others. (Though maybe this isn't what you wanted, anon... in which case, my deepest condolences. XD)

🗣️ Talk about your favorite WIP

We are using this question as an excuse to talk about the Vader Mpreg AU, which is, in fact, my favorite AU, but also is convenient for another post I was gonna make today, haha.

For context, there are a few things you should know about me:

I did not watch The Rise of Skywalker until literally three or four weeks ago.

I have never written an mpreg in my life. (It's true that lizard brain craves noncon in a way that compels me to read the occasional mpreg... But while writing my own fic, I do try to keep lizard brain's demands as realistic and in character as humanly possible.)

Perhaps the most important thing to note: lizard brain always wins.

Anyway... this all started when I happened upon the RoS spoiler: "Rey is Palpatine's granddaughter" in the year of 2022. Having not watched the movie, I immediately wondered who the fuck the grandmother is (a question to which my actual RL mother ceaselessly chants "Mommy Mothmama" every time; do not ask me why.) Of course, lizard brain, being lizard brain, immediately headcanoned a dubiously consenting Darth Vader somehow being this elusive grandmother person. (The "somehow" was not important to lizard brain.)

For a year or so, I actually put off watching RoS — in small part because lizard brain didn't want its headcanons to be refuted. Fortunately for lizard brain, I have amazingly supportive friends who informed me that Rey is actually the daughter of a strand (aka a special Force clone) which was cast into the world only to hook up with some unknown female. Unfortunately for my friends, lizard brain realized that this information didn't refute its grandma!Vader headcanons at all. Quite the opposite in fact. 🙄

Thus, began the saga of lizard brain's precious Vader Mpreg AU.

In summary, Palpatine creates a synthetic uterus to host an ordinary clone of himself. Then, he implants the uterus into Vader's abdomen and fucks the shit out of him to get some perverse dark-sided Force magic going. Why, you ask? :) Well, dear anon, in order to transform this regular clone baby into a strand of course, lizard brain replies. :) :) :) To be clear, there is no creation of a vagina nor any other method to give birth. Instead, this strand baby, once ripe for the picking, is simply plucked from Vader's abdomen via c-section, and a newly prepped uterus is inserted in its place. After that, Palpatine repeats this process and all of its trial-and-error glory every nine months for the rest of Vader's life. (But don't worry; Vader will eventually flee to Obi-Wan, who is horrified to find his once-Padawan eight months pregnant.)

Honestly, excepting dubcon/noncon, this actually isn't that weird for me. Lizard brain already possesses a plethora of headcanons in which Palpatine modifies Vader's body. The uterus implanting kinda just feels like an extension of that. (For an example of these headcanons, urinary and intrarectal catheters have been installed into Vader's body, not out of medical necessity, but because it would be inconvenient for Vader to have to pee and poop while dressed in the suit. For another, maybe Palpatine put in a full-blown mechno spine replacement to eliminate bothersome nervous-system functions such as the registration of pain.)

In fact, while this body-modifying headcanoning won't enable live births or lactating breasts (for now.... please don't tempt my lizard brain), it will go beyond the uterus. :) For example... prepping Vader for sex sounds like an incredibly tiresome task, and it's not like anyone else can do it. Vader doesn't have any limbs, after all. Instead, Palpatine wonders, why not have Vader's anus be self-lubricating in way similar to that of a vagina? Why not scifi-gene-splice the shit out of that butt canal? Why the fuck not?

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

I feel like the above AU description is pretty clinical, so I thought it would be fun to bring some emotion back to it via the use of a snippet. So, enjoy the wildly inappropriate noncon of a pregnant male villain:

At some point, he realizes the truth—that it isn't him being fucked into the mattress, face down, ass hooked on his Master's cock. Sidious isn't fucking Darth Vader or even his body. Sidious isn't even fucking Anakin Skywalker. In actuality, Sidious is fucking the uterus. The womb. The fetus. The uncast strand, the unborn infant. In actuality, Sidious is fucking himself. The truth of it has him choking on the respirator, on a dry and tearless sob, because this isn't about him, none of this was ever about him, it's about what Sidious wants, what Sidious likes, what Sidious craves. Vader is only the conduit of this ritual—far less than a pet or even a slave. Once, yes, he may have been an object of Sidious's obsession, and maybe he liked that, maybe he liked the way that Sidious took pride in what was once his greatest creation, in twisting Anakin Skywalker into this charred and rotten beast of a Sith. Because, even loveless, Sidious's pride burns value into Vader's flesh. Makes Vader feel as if he matters, as if he's worth something, as if he can live up to the magnitude of the pressure smothering him from the inside out. Punishment, after all, and pain and strife and sorrow, are their own kind of affection, ideal for the swollen carcass of need festering within his chest, and often better than the shame that blooms with praise.  Right now, as his sphincter clenches around the cock inside him, as the base of his spine shoots overwhelming pleasure upward, as a fetus kicks at its shrinking walls pressed against the mattress, Vader finds that he is being neglected. The absence of Sidious's intimacy leaves his furnace-heart chilly and black and hollow, and he chokes and sobs and chokes and sobs, and the monotonous blue-blue-blue of this bedroom becomes half-blurred and dizzy as a torrent of tears spills from his right eye's still-functioning tear duct. The thrusting crests, and tapers out. Sidious's breathing evens, but Vader's choked sobs just won't die.

I would say I'm sorry, but I am who I am lmao.

[mercyluvsyouuu]

Little wip of something I wrote and never finished/edited because I'm lazy. Just me working our my feelings about death or whateva read it or don't It doesn't matter much

"Are you sure you really want to go through with this? You can say no at anytime, y'know." Asked the hitman.

"There's not much left for me here, in all honesty." Replied the girl, "have you never had someone pay you to kill them?"

"No, I haven't actually. It's always a politician or some shady big shot. Never anything like this."

"Huh. That sounds just riveting.." she laughed and laid back into the grass. "Why don't we make it something special, then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's make a day out of it. The day is still young, yet. How about we spend the last few hours of my life having fun? We can talk, visit my favorite places around town, and so on."

"..."

She laughed again, stretching out into the grass. "What, you scared you're gonna get attached?"

"... a little."

She sat up, smiling at him with such a juvenile expression. So young and already wants to be dead.. bleak. He thought.

"Well how about this? If you can convince me not to go through with it, then you won't have to live with that on your conscious! You'll make a friend out of what was supposed to be a corpse. Sound like fun?"

"You're putting a lot on my shoulders, kid.."

"As if you literally don't kill people for a living.."

"Touchè."

She stood up, reaching her hand out to the man.

"Well?"

"This is probably the weirdest job I've had to date.. well, I'm already here. Take me away, living dead girl."

She took his hand and they walked out of the field. What was going to be a graveyard now blooms flowers, instead.

"...why did you choose this place, of a places? They would've found your body quite fast, no?"

"That was never a problem to me. I would've been happy to spend my last moments here! The grass is soft and maybe I'd be able to give back before they found me and either burned me to ashes or buried me with dozens of other people."

"Give back?"

"Oh, C'mon, surely you know how The circle of life works. A creature is born from the decay of another. That's how it's always been. I would've been happy to give back to the only mother I've ever known."

"...huh. guess I never thought about it like that."

"Of course you haven't.."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Haha! Don't take that the wrong way! It's just.. I'd imagine such a.. tender way of thinking would be bad for business. There's no time to think about the beauty of death if you're the one causing it, no? Or maybe that's the only thing there's time to think about.. depends on who you ask, I suppose."

"...ah. I suppose you're right. I never really did think about what I was doing. Everyone that I've worked with said it was bad for the brain. I believed them and you're starting to prove their point."

"How so?"

"Well, when I'm given a job, it's best to stop thinking about that person as a.. person. They are a target with a name, any other way of thinking will kill you before it kills them."

"Makes sense. So you lot aren't just mindless monsters, are ya?"

"..."

"..bad joke, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry.."

"Eh, I suppose it's been worse."

"I can't tell if thats a good thing or not..."

"Well, it's good for you. Me? Not so much."

"W—why don't we just get out of here?"

"Probably for the best."

...........................................................

"Where are you even taking me?"

"Have you seriously never spent any time in this town? Just up the road there's a little pawn shop I frequent. The people there know me. They even let me help out down there sometimes!"

"Seems like a lot to lose.."

"Eh, I guess you could say that."

"You're not denying it?"

"Of course not! I know what it means to die, my friend."

"Then why do you want to so bad? You payed quite a pretty penny up front..."

"..."

"Don't wanna talk about it?"

"No, no, it's not that.. I just—how do i explain.."

"Take your time."

"I'm... bored, I guess?"

"You're.. bored of living?"

"Yeah, sorta."

"...what else is there to do?"

"Well, I can die, for one."

"I hardly imagine that's any fun!"

"Have you died before, Mr. Grim Reaper?"

"...no. I haven't. And don't call me that."

"Exactly! So who knows?"

"That's fair.. but what about your buds at the pawn shop? Are they boring to you?"

"Not really, no.."

"Then why leave them behind?"

"...Because there will be more after me."

"More what?"

"More friends for them to make. More jokes to be told, more moments to spend before it all ends."

"...so you're saying you're replaceable?"

"That's a.. flat way of putting it, but yeah, I guess that's exactly what I mean. But everyone is, in my opinion—when someone dies there will be someone else to take their place. There's billions of us, it's the circle of life."

"You're wrong."

"How so?"

"No one is replaceable. Just because there's so many of us doesn't mean we're all the same—you find something new in every person you meet, and sometimes those things just can't be replicated by anyone else."

"...hm. I guess you're right. Such simple things like that can be blurred and forgotten about if you're stuck in one way of thinking for too long. But at the same time, it's hard to accept my importance in all this. Am I really worth all that in a sea of millions of other people? Is anyone worth that?"

"The universe wouldn't exist if it wasn't for the trillions of atoms and molecules holding it together. The ocean would be a desert if not for the billions upon billions of drops that it's made of."

"That's... rather philosophical for a contract killer."

"I have a personal life, y'know!"

"Yeah, yeah.. who would've thought you thought about such things in your free time? Do you also happen to read philosophy books and drink tea on the weekends?"

"Sometimes, actually, yes."

"Incredible.. you're really proving the whole 'every person is unique and should be cherished' point you're trying to make."

[applepies-and-starlight]

Hi hi it's 1am here and the thoughts are Not Great so scroll past if you don't want to see the pettiest vent in your life 'k thanks ♡

So you know that post about me being scared about sharing my work if it isn't the popular opinion or anything generally commonly appealing? Yeah so as I was typing out the tags my brain threw a core memory at my face and went "you absolutely know why"

Anywau basically like, i was an undertale fan during the undertale renissance (is that how you spell it?) And i was fucking OBSESSED over glitchtale (until early season 2 + before camila was outed to be a shitbag) and thought glithtale was very very cool

Ankther thing is that i was a chronic deviantart scroller at the tjme (also on google images) and i love lovr loooooved looking at people's art

So i was like "hey i could do that too!" And started making fanart for glitchtale, specifically that final battle part where they're in The Orb™ in s1

I was doing it in school because at this point everyone was basically just hanging out (my elementary's system was 1st grade to 6th grade (i was... 5th grade iirc) And also had this weird systen where the younger half of elementary would go home 2 hours earlier than the older half (1pm), idk why) and like, because there was literally just 4 people here because small school, i showed my wip to the other 3 people present in the area

They made fun of it

Yeag,,

They made fun of. Basically Everything.

The thing that primarily stuck with me was how they teased about frisk's posing and the overall edginess of the piece, but mostly how frisk looked stypid (which, 1. Y'all play fnaf and brag that you're cool though kids you don't have room to talk; 2. It was The Orb™ fight,,, of course it was gonna be edgy,,,,)

It's somewhere in a landfill now, i threw it in the trash and never fished it out... probably decomposed by now, it's been 8 years (holy shit it's been 8 years)

I... think they apologized? Idk i just know they had a "wait shit no-" moment when i threw it in the trash but i was already mad about it so, yeag

Like... i like to say that it doesn't affect me that badly anymore but i'm pretty sure it still is? I literally can't look at my art anymore without thinking of how bad it looks compared to everyone else's and i also am physically unable to Not agree with others (i literally forced myself to hate homura akemi pmmm because a friend didn't see the nuance in her character and just relegated her to "bitch" lmao) and Good Lird i have crippling perfectionism because if 1 person hates it then everyone does right??? Lmao

Deadass nowadays i just can't bring myself to make or share any ideas or pick up anything creative because i HAVE to get it perfect in 1 go otherwise i'll be ridiculed for it; I'm Trying to outgrow these problems but it's jist So Dicking Hard akfjshdjdhr and it seriously doesn't help tjat there was a seperare (smaller) incident where i found one of my drawings crumpled on the floor by someone

Man i'm kinda fucked up am i?