#but i love it <3

[bri-cheeses]

| Rosekiller microfic (songfic? idk) | Word count: 641 |

A/N: For better reading experience, I recommend listening to “Brividi” by Mahmood and Blanco, considering that this was based off the chorus of that song

Barty laid next to Evan, goosebumps raised on his skin, head turned so he could better examine the other’s boy’s features.

Evan was sound asleep in Barty’s bed. His lips were parted slightly, and his head rested on the spare pillow that had found its way there sometime after the thousandth occurrence of this happening.

Evan’s eyelashes were long and fluttered slightly as he breathed in and out, naked chest rising and falling evenly as he slept. Something about the way he looked when he was sleeping, soft and unguarded and so painfully lovely, reminded Barty of what he had realized not even three days before.

Barty was in love.

He was in love with someone who understood him, who enjoyed his company, who was beautiful inside and out.

And he wished he could tell Evan, but every time he tried, something in him stopped the words before they ever made it past his lips.

Evan was amazing. He the best thing to ever happen to Barty, and sometimes Barty thought that if he were given the chance, he could love Evan more than any human had ever dared to love another.

But Barty knew that he messed up, over and over and over again, and that he would only hurt Evan if they tried for anything more. The strength of his love threatened to be all-consuming, to chew them both up and spit them back out again. He just didn’t know how to love someone without hurting them.

Barty would sacrifice the world for Evan—he’d known that for a long time. But he had never been certain that he wouldn’t accidentally set the world on fire before handing it to Evan, burning him in the process.

And Barty didn’t want to burn Evan. He didn’t want anyone to hurt Evan, much less for him to be the one to do it.

But as he lay there, he had the sneaking suspicion that he already had.

When he had first kissed Evan, he hadn’t done it because he loved him, he had done it simply because he wanted someone to kiss. And Evan had kissed him back without any hesitation, eager and hungry as they fell into bed together. Barty had thought they wanted the same thing—someone to get off with, something easy and uncomplicated.

But afterwards, when Barty had said as much, he had seen something shatter in Evan’s eyes. Evan had mumbled a quick, “Right”, then made up some excuse to leave.

Barty had blinked, and Evan was picking up his clothes from beside the bed. He had blinked again, and Evan was gone.

But it had happened again. And then again. And it had kept on happening, until Evan wasn’t leaving immediately afterwards, and Barty had realized that he didn’t want Evan to leave at all.

That’s where it had gotten so incredibly complicated, full of messy emotions and misunderstandings. Full of cracked hearts and longing glances, words thought but never spoken.

Sometimes, Barty thought that if he were offered a magic ticket that could take him far away from all of it, take him away from the perilous cliff edge he was dangling off of, he didn’t think that he could refuse. Even if it cost more than money, Barty thought he would be willing to pay the price.

Because the price of the ticket for the other route, the one toward Evan instead of away, was something vital in Evan that Barty knew neither of them could afford.

Barty messed up, and he messed up bad. And he might dream of that destination, the one marked simply “Evan”, but he couldn’t let himself board that train. Evan’s loveliness wasn’t worth it.

So he merely laid there, silently staring at the boy he loved, and tried not to shiver as the goosebumps spread further across his skin.

[the-converse-high-top]

they should call him yaprija instead of käärijä because by god he yaps

[acaciapines]

nano day six

words today: 1698

words total: 12282

oh im SO busy today so this is gonna be brief. most of today was some golden guard stuff! which. makes no sense to yall cause its a background aspect i havent talked a whole lot about, but yeah, i'm doing some fun things with the previous golden guards. to flesh them out a bit! and for some fun collector things. needless to say he WILL take the absolute wrong lesson <3

but thats a secret! for later! i also wrote the start of a king&collector scene which is always a delight, i love these two so much.

my favorite part of what i wrote today:

“Wanna see town.” They sprawl with their hands dangling over the edge, where the Isles are so itty-bitty down below. Their web is still empty in a lot of places. It’s hard to make a web from the sky. They gotta make it connect in all the places down below! “Make the web better.” “Is that what you’re trying to build?” King clambers next to him ‘n the star is OFF, though not so fast. Harder to talk! “A web? You mention it a lot.” “Well yeah.” They flip on their side to look now at their best friend, who is studying the ground like they just were. “There used to be this whole web across everything. All this stardust that touched every bit of the Isles! And sometimes across the sea maybe if the itty people went that way.” They frown. “But now it’s gone. ‘n I don’t like how it looks.”

[dindjarindiaries]

I always think I’m ready for new Din Djarin content, but as soon as it comes, I know I will in fact not be ready for it

[supernovaa-remnant]

rivals duo pjo au omg!!!

who are their godly parents?

okay, so techno is a roman demigod and a child of minerva. I know that in the books minerva wasn’t rlly honored at camp jupiter, but idk I feel like it fits him more than bellona? besides, the au isn’t a perfect replica of the books lol

techno’s also a legacy of mars and a legacy of the greek goddess demeter, but that isn’t revealed to him until later.

dream is someone I’m having more trouble with. so, like in the books, there was a titan war, and dream played a very influential role in that. I want to keep the prophecy of the child of the big 3, or at least something similar to it, so I kinda want dream to be a child of poseidon. however another part of me kinda wants to make him a child of nike—esp bc athena and nike are two gods closely associated with each other, and it would be good symbolism w/ techno & dream being the main focus of the au.

so, long story short, leaning towards dream being a child of nike, but might have him still connected to the big 3 gods in some way

[whowantsnachos]

i have such a love/hate relationship with writing because on one hand: it’s time consuming, stressful, ew wtf is this dialogue, etc, However, it’s also like, “omw to rewrite my favorite already existing, mentally unstable, irredeemable characters and make them slightly less mentally unstable and more redeemable so they can match what’s in my head !!!”

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

(an old post from about a month and a half ago that I found in my drafts.)

sharing my thoughts on quixis because their funky.

So, I like to think that Quixis is C!Sherbert, but also not C!Sherbert. Sort of in a similar vain to Hardcore!Sherbert or Craft!Sherbert. But unlike them, Quixis doesn't exist at the same time. They're from the future. C!Sherbert's future. But also. Not.

It's complicated.

[honestlydarkprincess]

at this point this blog is just a collection of my silly little interests and posts that made my brain go weeeeeeeeeee

[myhomeisthenight]

June 16

this is... incredibly late but i was too shy to post it then and there

(also papyrus has hats because his head is so HARD TO DRAW)

[galaxywhale-moved]

my class is writing stories right now and one of the second graders has written:

“Her mum’s name was Archina and her dad’s name was Lesley. He was a transgender, he changed he name from Lucinda.”

and I love that lmao

[federsturm]

usually i avoid making characters with tragic/sad stories my comfort characters bc how much comfort do you get out of watching your favorites die/lose over and over again?

then there is ruon motherfucking tarka

[happyheidi]

𝖠𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝖺-𝖫𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇 | 𝖨𝖦: 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺_𝖺𝗋𝗍

[wizard-laundry]

heeppy hoolida

[sunbloomdew]

do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

[goldiipond]

if there's anything i've learned from the current state of social media it's that this is one of the worst possible notifications you can receive upon opening an app

[littlelightfish]

Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:

Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.

(You can hear it here)

In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.