#ash writes stuff

[lazylittledragon]

nomad boyfriend comes back for a visit

obviously there are some extras for the patr0ns <3

[keferon]

Snowbot/Monster hunter Shockwave: *probably smells like lavender or something* Yeah that's nice ^v^

Mecha/Spellbound Shockwave: *Stands three feets away with a spray bottle in hand* DO NOT TOUCH ME!!

Spellbound Shockwave would be so unbelievably sad if you were treating him like that.

How could you see him being like this and not want to give him a big warm hug?

[emry-stars-art]

@neilimfinejosten said coffee shop au last month so you’ll never guess what I’ve been thinking about

A few thoughts under the cut!

Andrew works at a coffee shop in a college town, so far with all the foxes except Aaron, and Neil’s been far away on the run. I’ve been putting Robin in this one and I bet Seth hangs around the shop for Allison. Aaron will pick up a shift or two but mostly he’s focusing on school.

Anyway one day in a cold winter a new guy comes into the shop looking to warm up, and Andrew just happens to be working the register (rare). It’s hard to tell with the mask, but this guy doesn’t seem to be much older than him or the team, and Andrew can catch glances of bandages and band-aids under his clothes.

He becomes a regular through winter, but none of the baristas can decide on his name because he gives a different one every time he comes in.

[krazieka2]

Vampire Mercedes lore doodles (and vampire Lorenz bullying)

[unknownhomosapien]

House Dagoth fanlore, part 1

The House Dagoth has always been unique in its worldview. They were neither slaves, nor poor, nor middle-class when their ancestors decided to join Veloth - they came from the upper class, but their ambitions, like those of the Telvanni ancestors, were actively denounced. But if Telvanni wanted to gain knowledge by any means, Dagoth “foresaw” their purpose and were driven solely by it. Among the rest of the Chimers, House Dagoth was the least changed, despite its proximity to the Red Mountain - among them, one could often see statuesque, tall mer with dark skin, one of the few signs of their close kinship with the Aldmer. Even during the First Era, Dagoth could be seen with not only golden, but also green eyes, like Lord Vemyn and Lord Gilvoth. Nevertheless, the isolation of the House on the island and their unsociability did not prevent them from intermarrying with other Houses, and even with other races - they managed to establish contact with the Dwemer, and the percentage of mixed children among the Chimer race was the largest in this house, after the Lesser House of Mora. There was also a downside - according to rumors, House Dagoth was accused of inbreeding. Among the conservatives at the time, Dagoth seemed loyal enough to their bastards, including Lord Endus - as a half-dwemer, he retained his status as one of the important figures of the House and subsequently contributed to the establishment of ties between Chimer and Dwemer people during Nerevar's campaign, allowing the integration of the discoveries of the deep elves and making them “understandable” for others. In fact, the House had its own ecosystem - polygamy and polyandry were not frowned upon, on the contrary - the most suitable candidate for the head of the House was chosen from among the many wives and children, which helped to avoid unnecessary problems and unnecessary dramas, but the sequence was still present - the firstborn was the first in line, and those who followed him could refuse the succession. This happened to Dagoth Voryn, the youngest of the brothers - someone died, and someone refused, thereby giving the latter a chance to lead the throne. In exceptional cases, the right of inheritance was transferred to close relatives on another line. At that time, the left half of Vanderfell belonged to House Dagoth - Redoran and Hlaalu were then exclusively on the mainland. It was only at the beginning of the 1E, Dagoth started to support House Hlaalu, which had lost territories due to the breakaway of House Dres, and established trade contact, allowing the settlement of the southern shores of the island. Although Kogoruhn is now buried under a huge layer of ash, there used to be a full-fledged, vibrant city around the fortress. The gardens, alleys, flora and its diversity were amazing, and traces of this past can be seen in the Vemynal, where Lord Vemtn allowed vegetation to “refine” the Dwemer walls, ceilings, and pipes with vines that leave a trace of corrosion. However, the volcanic eruption forever changed the appearance of the island, leaving lava scars on it, and the very garden where Araynys, Endus and Odros gathered in the evening remained only in memory.

[ri-writes-if]

realized something very tragic about Ash and Az and now I hate myself 🫠

[solanasreality]

†⠀⠀ㅤֺ⠀ I KNOW IT’S OVER (STILL I CLING) .

okay to be frank, i don’t know what this is but i wrote it so??? it’s nothing shifting related i just wanted to showcase my writing ☹️ probably won’t do this often unless…. you guys want more…. but YEAH enjoy my ocs & knowing about where my main dr comes from

“It was for you.”

Chaejin couldn’t help the sigh that came from her lips. It was involuntary, sure, but it was noticeable. It was as noticeable as the viciousness in his voice, as the tremble in his hand as the only thing that stood between him and a firecracker was her bloody fingers.

“It was all for you,” he says, again, like the first set of words didn’t find it’s way to break her trance yet. The spark was still going out, so close to taking the both of them, and something in her said it might. She looked at him, looked back at the detonator, and felt her resolve crack.

“What?”

Another dead bolt of silence for him to find his words. He’s still gripping tightly, and she would’ve winced had he not came to his senses and quickly blew out the bomb, breaking her from being under the influence, but before she had the opportunity to retaliate, he found another set of words to stun her into place.

“Our final moments,” Akuma says, ears ringing violently, tearing him from reminiscing a little too long. When she thought back to it, it takes a while to sort through the hazy memories to understand what he’s talking about, even if the proof was written in stitches on her body. It’s not the cries and screams of innocent civilians that draw attention, not the calculation of a planned ambush, or her watercolor visions of what today could’ve been. It’s the feeling of a ring damping her pocket, of a knife sliding in and out of her like she was nothing but delicate; the embrace of a hug that turned deadly and a promise gone awry. On both sides.

A slow blink later until she could find herself again. “Bullshit.”

He gives her a look, so golden and brown and one that breaks easily. He wants to say something like, I’d never lie to you. He wants to go back to normal.

But, they’ve never had the pleasure of knowing normalcy, have they? What they have cultivated before, tangled in sheets together with their limbs begging to become one, so able to read the other so effortlessly that it’s as if they never had that moment apart—was a lie. It was a bittersweet lie, but a lie, indeed. Decay swims through her fingers, up to her palm, turning the weapon into ash. She takes a seat in the grass, and he follows. It’s taking everything in him to not touch her, it’s obvious, and she doesn’t even have to look at him to know. Chaejin reaches into her pocket and pulls out a singular dagger, placing it between the space they shared.

“Talk,” she says. And he listens.

“I see you didn’t get my letters,” he says as a half-assed attempt at humor, and she doesn’t answer. Akuma has no idea where his mind is. For a while, he was revisiting the village that started all of this, the very same place they were sitting in. He’s tried not to think of this place, luckily, he doesn’t have to. He owed her an explanation, first. “The peace treaty,” he begins instead, and her head jerks toward him. A cold sweat trickles down his spine, sticking his chest-plate to him. Akuma hadn’t realized how much talking about this meant to him, until he felt the tug of something foreign leaving everytime she did. Until he realized he never wanted to be the villain in her story. “I had to give you up,” he says, voice low and strained. “I had to choose.. choose a side, and there was no room for you in that choice.”

To Akuma’s surprise, her expression goes a little wide before a shrug finds its way through her rigid posture, and something about the causality of it sends a shiver through him. A flash of an image penetrates him, one that hasn’t crossed his mind in ages. There she was—a pale-skinned little girl with weeping tears that wouldn’t stop coming no matter how many times he belittled or scorned her. She was so innocent, so painfully naïve, and so fucking needy for death that it makes him ill, but no matter how many times she begged, he never gave it to her. He couldn’t have her back. Anything but her. “I couldn’t take my chances,” he says, and for once, he breaks. His head falls into his hands.

“You still don’t think I can handle myself?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what you meant,” she spits, her hand coating around the dagger as if it was a form of protection. Chaejin goes quiet for a second, her nail scrapes the metal, cold and bare. Without missing a beat, she spoke again: “Khoi wanted me executed, so, you’d give up on me like that?”

“No, I—”

“Khoi’s been after me this entire time. How come the time that we’re close to the end, you want to pull some shit like that? Do you know what that meant to me? What you—” meant to me. Did he know what he meant to her? He turns toward her for a second, a cold stare and a million later, and he still couldn’t handle it. Why was it that it always had to resort to this? Bitter lashes and words they couldn’t take back? Conversations to avoid the real thing? Perhaps, it was embedded in something pretentious as nature—as blood, or could it been something they grew into, like an long-awaited growth spurt? Something in him wonders whether it had been stunted or not.

“The things you do hurt people,” Chaejin says, so silently that it sounded like a plea. “And you don’t get the opportunity to just make it up because you can. Because you can live. Because we all cannot. We all can’t wait on an apology that’ll take forever for you to give, just because you can’t understand what it means to give up when it’s your time.”

“And who decides that? When it’s my time?”

“I thought I would,” Chaejin’s hands start to hold her knees to her chest, possibly from stress and the pain the grass was causing after sitting in a straightforward position. “And I thought you did, too.”

Akuma doesn’t know what to say to that, so, he doesn’t say anything at all. Instead, they stay like that for a moment. Broken, without a purpose, or a hint of recollection to make everything okay again. A deep breath, then another, and he says something that has the possibility to make everything better or worse.

“I meant everything before that.”

She scoffed. A mean, brittle sound was scorned from her lips. “You really wanna lie to me again?”

“Would you like me to?”

There’s something almost remorseful about her expression before she lets out a simple, “No.” And his heart starts to beat faster than usual.

“No?”

“Just. Answer a question for me.”

He nudges her on, watching her eyebrows furrow as her thoughts came together to form one coherent sentence. For a second, it seemed as though she’d drop it, stand on her own two feet and walk away, but for once, she breaks. “Things would be so much different if I could kill you,” she says, and then comes to the terrible conclusion that that’s nowhere near a question. Chaejin taps the dagger against her arm, as if considering to slice it through, and then his hand touched her face.

“I couldn’t allow that.”

And that’s when something dawns on her as she looks up to observe his gentle gaze. That wasn’t the same person she adored just a year—maybe two ago. Chaejin recoiled from his touch as quickly as it came, body trembling with an intensity that felt inappropriate. Maybe, he realized he’s said the wrong thing, that it’s killing him just as much as it does for her, or maybe, his yearn for her—for death, is truly gone. Now, all that’s left is the shell of a man she’s had a hand in creating, as if he was sculpted by design, but with all the flaws she’s feared him having.

“I can’t allow that, but I can’t allow for you to go either.”

Chaejin meets his gaze at that, returning to her absent-minding fudging. Something lighter starts in her voice, and he’s drawn to it. Undoubtedly so. “You’re turning me in?”

“What? No,” he falls short, thoughts coming to an abrupt halt. “I want..” us to return to normal. You by my side. Us. Was us even the solution anymore?

“One moment with me and you’re switching sides.”

Chaejin was feeling a sense of something close to pride, perhaps, smugness. Her voice rang with arrogance. He hasn’t heard that in ages. But, it all seems to fade away with a sigh. “You need to make up your damn mind.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but she stood on her two feet and he followed. Like a lost puppy, he followed. A ring replaced the dagger in her hand, and although she might’ve flinched at first, she pressed it firmly in his chest. “I’m not waiting forever for you. She’s not waiting forever for you. I’ll kill you before it ever gets to that point.”

Akuma tried not to show his surprise, but it was written in the stars at this point. A question is on the tip of his tongue. When did you start caring for..? But he refrains from asking it, instead, he tucks the ring in his pocket.

“She’s an empress,” Chaejin answers for him. “She can’t be distracted.” There’s a bitterness in her statement, one he tries to refrain himself from ever truly hearing. It was for him, after all.

He nodded, succumbing to a silence as they part. This was also how it always went. There was no attempts to kill one another, no clever bickering or incoherent rants, just the grass leaving the footprints of where two people once stood, bound with some twisted intent. They were being selfish, and indulging in whatever they had lost, but being selfless didn’t appease the feeling that something could’ve gone differently. And so, with every choice that led them here—she left her mark, only for it to vanish long before he could hold onto it.

[michellymy]

I FINALLY POSTED THE FIRST CHAPTER WOOHOO

Wish me luck to write the second chapter 🙏🏽🙏🏽

Please, read it, please, read it, please, read it::::

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63364711/chapters/162337525

[bisexuallsokka]

jo. bestie. hi. i’m holding your hands and asking u to please if u want deal us all permanent psychic damage with “you’re just as beautiful as the day i lost you” (the httyd divorced zukka agenda has to continue and nobody can do it as well as u <3)

Sokka had spent the entire journey to the Fire Nation imagining himself being so overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of Zuko that, decorum be damned, he would run into his arms as soon as they made eye contact.

The sting of disappointment he felt when he realized that Zuko wasn't even there to greet him and Katara was enough to extinguish most of the excitement he had felt and make him second-guess everything about this trip. It was odd enough that after over a decade of being broken up they had rekindled their relationship over letters, what would it be like when they saw each other in person for the first time in years? Did they only know how to be in love again in theory? Was Zuko truly ready to leave the throne and his home in a few months and start a life with Sokka?

He's hiding out on some balcony that the two of them frequented in his Ambassador days, and he jumps when he hears the door open behind him. It's probably Katara telling him to stop moping, and he's about to tell her that he just needs a minute when he sees Zuko there, giving him a tentative smile.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," Sokka says, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.

"Sorry about," Zuko gestures, and Sokka knows what he means.

"I get it. You're a busy guy," Sokka says.

That makes Zuko frown, and he walks over and takes a seat on the bench next to him. "Not too busy for you," he says. Which, historically, is kind of a lie, but Sokka appreciates the sentiment all the same. Especially since soon, they won't have to worry about the Fire Lord nonsense ever again.

Zuko seems to be thinking the same thing. "For what it's worth, it wasn't 'official business' keeping me away again," he clarifies. "Izumi was getting a little overwhelmed with everything going on to get ready for the party, and I spent longer in the garden with her than I realized. She's with Uncle, now."

Sokka softens at that, his doubts slowly starting to fade away. "That's understandable."

"Thanks for coming all the way here," Zuko says quickly. "It means a lot and it...it's really good to see you."

The sincerity in his tone is a little overwhelming. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Sokka says, despite having missed the last ten or so of Zuko's birthday celebrations.

It makes Zuko smile, though, which Sokka relaxes at the sight of.

"You look good," Sokka says, smiling back.

"You look..." Zuko trails off, a strange expression on his face as he just keeps staring at Sokka.

"What?" Sokka asks suspiciously. "Is there something on my face?"

"You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you," Zuko says, so softly Sokka might have missed it had he not been hanging onto every word from those lips.

"I..." Sokka says, feeling speechless for once as heat rises in his cheeks. "That's...great, thank you."

As soon as the words leave his mouth he groans, putting his head in his hands as Zuko laughs loudly at him.

"You can't just say things like that," Sokka complains, even if he can't stop smiling.

"I can and I will, especially if that is the kind of reaction I can expect," Zuko teases. Sokka looks over at him and feels his cheeks flushing again at the soft look on Zuko's face.

Sokka takes a shaky breath, calling upon every ounce of bravery he's ever possessed to help him reach for Zuko's hand. "Twelve years?" he asks, giving it a squeeze.

"Twelve years," Zuko confirms, squeezing back. “It’s not that I haven’t seen you that whole time. I just…never let myself really look.”

Sokka nods. “You’re sure this is what you want?”

Zuko raises his eyebrow. "I've started packing."

Sokka rolls his eyes and shoves Zuko's shoulder with his own. "Oh, so romantic, run away with me just because you're already packing."

Zuko laughs again, and Sokka feels lightheaded. He's not going to get used to constantly hearing that sound anytime soon.

“I've had all this time to think about it, and my answer is still the same," Zuko tells him seriously. "This is best for the Fire Nation, best for us. Are you sure, though? Six year olds are pretty crazy.”

“Raising a kid with you?" Sokka asks. "That's all I've ever wanted. Craziness and all."

The way Zuko looks at Sokka erases any of the doubts, the questions, the worries Sokka had about this. About them. After the years of heartbreak and separation, Sokka knows that's behind them, and the future looks much brighter.

[born-to-lose]

meditating with silver springs on loop in the background

[mimyreblog]

Bad idea to write Ethan with shortness of breath. Now I am with shortness of breath cuz I was trying to make the methods he tried, and it didn’t work just like with him ☠️

Who came up with 4-7-8? It’s impossible to exhale to eight, it just makes me more bad 😭😭😭😭😭

[eijibanaenae]

decided to look at my gdocs and found this gem

this was my first time writing fanfiction and idk how to finish it 🥀

[caelusproject]

cute little (ship) ideas from both other people and myself that live in my head rent free:

Nick has a beautiful singing voice and constantly gets asked by the others to sing

Eric and Salim regularly visiting to the library/bookstore together

Rachel and Jason taking a nap on the sofa together after work, either full on cuddling or just leaning against each other

Salim and Rachel talking in Arabic to each other in front of the rest of the group but refusing to admit that they were admiring and complimenting them

meal planning and grocery shopping as a group, or just planning chores in general

Eric sitting at his pc hard at work and one of the others quietly bringing him food and drinks (kisses mandatory, Eric won't let them leave otherwise lol)

summer time BBQ's (Jason tending the grill ofc)

Nick and Rachel helping out Salim in the garden, curiously asking him about every plant and Salim rejoicing over it

watching the rain together

Eric talking about wanting a cat and the others surprising him with one on his birthday (specifically a one-eyed female white cat named Willow they got from a shelter and she is Eric's little baby (special thanks to my bf for that one))

Nick and Jason trying to one-up each other by doing tricks when jumping in the pool; Salim, Rachel and Eric rolling their eyes but grinning along

[bonefall]

Hi there, as an epileptic person I’m so happy to see your changes to Shadowsight’s character (I was SO disappointed that they removed his seizures!) and that you have a whole section dedicated to it in the medicines overview! It means so much to me to have such genuine representation. The only little note I have is that the technical term for a grand-mal seizure is “tonic-clonic,” not clonic-tonic! Other than that you have some really great and well-researched information ^^

Oh shoot, I didn't realize the order was important! Can you tell me why it should be tonic-clonic and spelling it as clonic-tonic should be avoided, so I can share?

With Shadowsight and Sorreltail, I did my research by looking at educational not-for-profits and trying to make sure to listen to firsthand accounts of what it's like to have it, so that the portrayal was more based in life than medical journals. I'm pretty sure I have an old post floating around somewhere with a bunch of sources and links, in addition to the herb guide you saw.

It really is such a shame they did that with Shadowsight specifically :/ you're not the first to pass through thanking me for putting his epilepsy back. I was recently revisiting the earlier books of TBC to answer an ask (ballooned into an essay) and, man, seeing all the setup, with what I know now, utterly wasted is just devastating.

What I mean is, in Book 1, they're describing his auras from his perspective and how there IS a difference between his seizure-visions and his Ashfur-visions. They're establishing that he DID always have epilepsy, it's just ASHFUR that's new. That was a MAJOR hint that something was wrong! The epilepsy was always part of him, but the possessions weren't!

But then, in Book 4, the team unceremoniously decides that no, it was Ashfur all along. Even the seizures. GoodBYE epilepsy! It was literally just a magic spirit.

Though the "seizures give visions" trope is a bit problematic on its own (like "Blind Seer"), I feel like it's even worse to set up representation, and then just yank it away midway through an arc. Like they couldn't just have him lose the visions but keep the seizures.

Frustrating. But, well, this is MY kitchen and I get to decide the disability rep.

[angeluvvs]

hii i'm sorry i'm so curiois, are you french or do you just speak it? 🫶🫶

you’re so good!! i am actually not french (saddest thing in the world), but i do speak it!!

[modelxis]

Ashe looks at Master Albert who is kneeling before her. She then glanced at the broken up throne where he was sitting before. Albert tried his best to talk. "to be defeated by my own creation...to say i'm not proud is lying" 'Ashe...?' Model A tried to coach Ashe out of whatever she is thinking but the girl remain interested in the throne. She had defeated one of the Sage Trinity, the literal creator of Game of Destiny, wouldn't that make her the Megaman King by default? She then switch her attention back to her suppose-only-blood-relative, he is smirking despite the pain, as if he knew what she is considering. "...you won, so naturally, everything is in your hands now" Ashe doesn't replied. She just stare at him. Isn't this the best way to gain instant fame and recognition around the world, isn't this what she had always wanted? Everyone will know her name and history will gain a whole new chapter all about her... Then she smile. "nah" She answered and Albert's face morph to confusion "Cuz' is just too easy. Where's the fun in all of that?" Ashe took a step back, smilling proudly while looking down upon Albert's defeated form. "Is that your best answer? You're most definitely one of my creations. You… have surpassed me… My research wasn't wrong after all… Goodbye… Ashe…! You can have your peace, and… rot in it!"