#havent used that tag in a while

[alpacalypseartb]

One more for the road 👑

[munch4march]

BEEN SPAMMING PPL LETTERS FOR THE PAST 20 FUCKING MINUTES BUT AHAHAHAHHAHAHH CAPTAIN BRADLEY KEVIN MARCHAND BABY CAPTAIN. BRADLEY. KEVIN. MARCHAND.

LOOK AT HIM

FUCKIN LOOK AT HIM

[oswinunknown]

a human morming (wheatley fic)

notes: there is not a lot of plot in this just bc i rlly wanted to write vibes wjfjwjfj

anywho this is a blue sky inspired wheatley fic that i wrote on the bus hope its good.

its just wheatley waking up early and feeling the simple pleasures of the morning. fluffy wjfjejf

WHEATLEY AWOKE WITH A GROAN, his back stiff and his head not wanting to stay horizontal for much longer.

it was a new experience for him honestly. typically before and after he had gotten his new flesh body, he would awake at around 9am-ish give or take a few minutes (and even then he often woke up from falling off the couch or mattress he was sleeping on) which often meant wheatley awoke to an already bright blue sky for the majority of his time as a human. the smell of cooked pastries rolling softly from the warm kitchen and chell's radio humming quietly songs to fill the air.

however, today was the rare exception to all of this as wheatley checked the clock on the wall and saw numbers reading "7:29am" in a dull yet solid white.

kicking the blankets off, he slowly rolled himself to the edge of the bed before stopping just at the right moment before he would usually fall. his plain t-shirt rolled up slightly and his faded red shorts clung tightly to his slim legs.

sitting upright, wheatley quickly stretched his arms before getting up and opening the door. trying to open it as quiet as possible.

the door creaked open, and it's here where wheatley fully realized the differences between his usual waking time and now.

the house was oddly still, where before the hustle of noise from outdoors and the kitchen would fill the silent air like a sort of melody that crept into your mind, came nothing but the hum of the fridge and the sound of wind softly rustling outside his window.

it felt somewhat eerie in a way. the silence as haunting as the chill back There, with nothing but the same white walls, cold gray surfaces, and mechanical hum of machinery surrounding you.

yet, as wheatley took a few tentative steps out into the hallway and into the living room, he could feel the comforting familiarity within the surroundings ease his rising anxiety. the floor comfortingly still, not moving an inch. the hum of the fridge consistent in its melody but holding an odd human feel to it.

it reminded him that he wasn't There anymore. free from Her grasp, and above the desolate chambers he grew used to. 

it also reminded him that he was human now- well again. and a slight unease began to creep up from his chest, a familiar -yet quieter- voice slowly rising in his mind. worries and anxieties threatening to spill like a tsunami of thought.

exhaling, he found himself opening the front door quietly and stepped out into the porch.

the cold morning air bit at wheatley's t-shirt, it's breeze flowing through his blond tousled hair and figure like water. a soft golden yellow accenting the grass in an almost soft vintage glaze. the sky as blue and clear as ever, yet it almost seemed softer than the 9 am skies he grew used to.

he stared at the town of eaden for a while from the comfort of Chell's porch. the usually alive and thriving town in a quiet pause of peace. those awake walking at a steady pace while  the rest were in their beds dreaming of frogs and other human things. 

much like chell, wheatley thought to himself, a slight blush rising to his face as he ran a hand through his hair. his arms leaning against the railing comfortingly.

he supposed being human was a lot easier than he initially thought to be, if it meant this sort of peace and domesticity was to be found here. he *had* managed to survive being human before being put into a core after all.

wheatley smiled, closing his eyes and allowing the warm feeling of ease flow through him and linger.

suddenly wheatley could hear the familiar rhythm of footsteps coming from the door, the noise slowly fading in before becoming crisp and close.

as the noise sounded to be right beside him, he felt the pressure of someone's head leaning against his arm. soft wisps of hair grazing his skin and a familiar warmth beside him.

he didn't need to open his eyes to know it was chell. 

"morning" chell mumbled softly, a smile evident in her voice as she yawned.

wheatley grinned, opening his eyes again as he tilted his head to rest against hers. "g'morning"

an easy quiet rested between them with nothing but the wind filling the air.

as wheatley wrapped a loose arm around chell, hand comfortingly on top of one of her own. a slow and welcoming thought came to his mind.

and wheatley smiled.

being human isn't that bad after all

[sardonic-sprite]

Its November fucking first, Halloween is over, the ground is covered in snow and I've been rehearsing for the christmas show for a month so there will no longer be any stopping me

Ok so best laid plans of mice and men yadda yadda I did not in fact complete whumptober in time, but fear not, I'm still filling all the requests, I've got a lot written, just be patient and it'll all come hopefully by the end of November.

Related to that, I promised that since whumptober was to be all batman related, I'd run something with similar rules for all the non-batman fandoms I'm in when I had time to refamiliarize with those source materials. Originally I said December, with Winter Whumpterland in mind, but as much as I love everyone's ideas, I need to return to my own creative roots for a while after this batch, so instead I'm looking at taking those requests for either Januwhump or Trop-A-Thon (run by amonthofwhump), based on my school schedule. Januwhump would have 15 days of prompts + Alt, Trop-A-Thon is one week with 4 optional prompts per day. If y'all want something more like whumptober, 30 days with a theme and 3 options per day, you'll have to wait for June of Doom. Please drop me a line here or on AYW 31 to say which option you'd like best

Between now and whenever that is however comes my favorite holiday (like literally 10% of my fics are christmas themed... oops) along with HOLIDAY BREAK FROM SCHOOL WHICH MEANS WRITING TIME! Now I usually dabble in some amount of Winter Whumpterland bc I can't help myself when it comes to hurting the batboys it seems, BUT.

Last year (and the year before, only I chickened out lol) I sort of tried to make my own start up event for Christmas called Christmas Countdown Playlist, because music is my favorite thing about my favorite holiday. This time I wanted to reach out (since I... know people? Am tumblring?) And ask whether anyone would be interested in me making an annual Thing of this event. The gist would be

12 days of prompts all based on christmas songs or lyrics

Still open to any faith or nonfaith, just that xmas songs are what inspire my generalized prompts

Fluff whump angst anything goes

Any type of created content

Open from Thanksgiving to new years to participate as much or as little as desired

Thanks so much for reading and I hope to hear from ya soon!

[mtgc858]

Haven't draw them in foreeevvverrrr-

Anyway Oc x Canon everybody

[twunkus]

in morioh w/ my stand. straight up 'jorking' it

[ezdotjpg]

If you'd like a slightly longer ask, what is your favorite design aspect of each of the bonus links, and what is a notable personality trait/habit/tidbit about each of them?

Mage: I'm very fond of his glasses and the high collar of his cape. Notable tidbit: He's not in any committed relationship but he has had many a dalliance lmaooo. He's got game. He's not even shy about it.

Mini: I really like his hair lol the little sprout I draw in. Notable tidbit: He will not entertain conversations he's not interested in. He will just log out. He will fully walk away.

Slate: I like drawing his terrifying eyes. Notable tidbit: He loves horses, and even riding them as an activity, but hates actually traveling by them. He prefers to go on foot even if it takes longer, because there's more freedom of movement.

Wolf: I like the lil mole by his eye :-) and giving him a short haircut. Notable tidbit: He frequently hangs out in the hidden village with all the cats. He talks to them even when he's not in wolf form, but they gossip together when he is lol.

Wake: His eyepatch! and his tattoos even tho they will become a huge pain to draw lol. Notable tidbit: He has developed a blood feud with the seagulls. They learned that he was the pear guy and it became an issue.

Spirit: I like his gloves and his overalls. Notable tidbit: He chews on every writing utensil he gets his grubby little hands on. Zelda won't let him borrow her nice pens. Sometimes he's not paying attention and just puts the ink side directly in his mouth.

Mask: Also his overalls lol. Notable tidbit: When he's upset he just goes and sits with the cows. They lick his hair. Malon will be like where's fairy boy run off to??? Oh gods he's sitting with the cows again. What happened now.

Loft: I like to draw his nose!! Notable tidbit: Absolutely no fear of heights whatsoever. Actually since he really misses flying, he will willingly launch himself off just about any high place just to float around w the sailcloth. The confidence with which he abruptly walks off ledges is terrifying for every other link except like. Slate lol.

War: His corset lol. Notable tidbit: He comes across as incredibly confident in social situations, but he actually finds them exhausting. Also he's like, kind of a fake bitch lol. He will be so polite to your face and meanwhile he is exploding you with his mind.

Mirror: I really like his tunic w the big sleeves. Notable tidbit: As opposed to War, Mirror actually thrives in social situations, and he's surprisingly to-the-point and honest. He really likes to make people laugh, which is the purpose of half his dramatics.

[wurmwizzard]

no more sad disphoria hours now it's time to get lost in the woods 👆 goodbye everyone

[prettyboykatsuki]

im not really sure how to phrase this so i apologize if my point doesn't come across as clear as i would like but i think one of the biggest issues with the corporatization of fandom culture is how it makes people critique writers / artists / creatives in unwarranted ways

that is to say - it is the right of the consumer to critique a corporation to the highest extent. because a corporation, inherently, is preying on your spending and looking to make profit out of you. the bigger a company is, the more right you have to be outright disrespectful and demanding. having issue with giant conglomerates like disney or warner brothers is almost always warranted. those companies want to give you more for less. demanding more is always a feasible option

and because companies are not people - you can always direct your anger, frustration, or criticism at a company because they are taking money from you. they are ruining the global economy. they are quite often committing massive infringements on labor rights. you have every right to be critical of them.

but fandom, and more specifically - the people who comprise fandom are not companies. they're not ceo's. not influencers no matter how large their following is. and it seems like an obvious distinction to make, but the general bleeding over of capitalist ideas and consumer culture into fandom makes it very difficult for some people to do so.

when you view it through that lens - it makes sense why people are so often acting entitled to writers and artists and other fandom people. a person unable to see a piece of art or creation as the work of individual are unable to have empathy for them. and it's already quite difficult for people to humanize others on the internet.

but it is especially difficult to humanize creatives in fandom spaces when your only frame of reference for people who make stuff is a massive, massive corporation. of course you think im a machine. a faceless figure that you can get angry at. you've never thought to view me as a person like you because all the people who make anything in theaters are from one company

this type of hyper individualism has had an omnipotent grip on fandom for the last few years. and there are many problems with it than the one above. but being an active part of fandom makes me especially conscious of it. and being very aware of the death of capitalism makes it especially apparent to me

[honey-snap]

my slugpups melted carvel ice cream cake and buttercream cinnamon choco crunch pie. aka carvel and butter

[richieball-lovermarcus]

"i am too poor to go crazy" a poem by me part 1 of 3 of "THIS YEAR COULDN'T KILL ME AN NEITHER CAN YOU"

[frozenhi-chews]

April has begun. That means my Alt!Gabriel plush will finally arrive, BOOYA!!

[mazzystargirl]

ok so im reading a court of silver flames (DONT @ ME… I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY) but basically the way they treat feyre this entire book is soooo annoying… like when they find out shes preggo rice puts an IMPENETRABLE SHIELD on her so she basically can’t do ANYTHING like what happened to the whole feminism thing… and then when he finds out feyre could DIE having the baby he literally tells EVERYONEEEEE like drakon and miriam, helion and the ENTIRE NIGHT COURT EXCEPT FOR HER… like its so fucked up and now i hope that the fact that nesta told her isnt going to be used as a like “oh shit nesta’s evil” because they should have fucking told her about her own pregnancy complications… its so anti-feminist of them not to FRRRR

[lolexjpg]

hi hello i'm asking for 4433 brainrot (this is @bonolewis btw fhdkfjf) <3

oooooooh 4433 brainrot was my first f1 wip that got past the 1k mark, like really got off the ground. before i feel down the logirlie rabbit hole 4433 was very much my Brand™ along w/ dando, i love them so so much as a ship even now still.

ANYWAY my fic concept was au where lewis is a high end fashion designer and max is a commercial model and lewis happens to see a picture of max hanging in a window of a department store and is like i NEED that man (for my next fashion line, and only that, of course). max has never done high fashion modeling so he's a bit out of his depth and everyone KNOWS lewis hand picked him so that creates all sorts of gossip and conflict. George is Lewis' brutally honest personal assistant he was my favorite to write.

it was gonna be chaptered and i wrote 2 chapters and started on the 3rd and motivation just petered out. i do tend to struggle with more long length fics and i didnt originally think it'd be that long, so i just bit off more than i could chew and got fics ideas i was more inspired and invested in~

anyway here is a snippet of them meeting for the first time!

Instead he meets Max after, completely by accident. After the buzz has died down, and half the team has left already, Lewis is walking down the hallway, reading an email on his phone. Oblivious to his surroundings. Until the bathroom door slams open, and Lewis finds himself nearly walking into him. "Sorry! Sorry." Max says, before Lewis watches the realization slowly creep into Max's face. "Oh. You're the guy, yeah?" Lewis would laugh if he wasn't so dumbfounded. "Sorry, I mean," Max clears his throat, "You're the one in charge of this whole...operation. Right?" "I...... suppose that's me, yeah." Max reaches out his hand for the most half-assed handshake of all time. Lewis is so glad George isn't here to witness this train wreck, he'd never let either of them live it down. "Thanks for the opportunity, I guess."  This time Lewis can't hold back the giggle bubbling in his throat. "You guess?"  And Max is almost tripping over his words to backpedal, the slightest tinge of panic in his voice.  "I mean, I am. Thankful, I mean. I'm just not usually the one doing all this, um, networking? I'm not good at it." "But you're good at your job, yeah? Valtteri says you picked up a good runway walk quickly." "Really?" The panic in Max's face disappears as he breaks into a smile. "I was sure I'd lost the gig after that, I felt so awkward."  "He said you were a natural." This is a bit of an exaggeration, but Max doesn't need to know that, and Lewis likes watching him smile. Lewis's phone starts ringing, ending a conversation that probably shouldn't have gone on this long. "Good talk, boss? I'll see you...?" Max gives two awkward thumbs up, before walking away. "Yeah, nice to meet you." Lewis calls out after him. Max gives a non-committal wave without turning around.  Lewis lets the call go to voicemail without realizing.

[effervescentdragon]

Cirdan, wanderlust, fast.

Time passes slowly for Círdan. It has done so for too long, and there is nothing he can do about it.

He knows this with his whole being, the being which he knows others consider ancient, and have for quite some time; for much longer than he would care to admit. Olórin had told him when he last passed through Círdan's domain, 'Old friend, now your hröa matches mine'. Círdan had laughed and replied 'Ah, meldo, 'twas never merely about one's physical bearing, else I would have left already when my hair started turning mithril-silver! Before my time was past, and I still had some vigour for travel left.'

Olórin had narrowed his eyes, and for all his far-sightedness, Círdan could not decipher the look in them. 'Would you have, truly?' he had asked. 'After - all that has come to pass, you would have left for the Grey Lands at some arbitrary time for what? Wanderlust?'

There were eons of knowledge in Olórin's gaze, and if he had concentrated, Círdan was convinced he could see echoes of golden locks and harsh steel in their depths.

'I have no wanderlust,' he replied truthfully. 'I am where I am by the will of the Valar, and here I shall stay until I sense it is time for me to leave.'

'Think you not that time is passed? Long gone, smothered by the fast passage of time?'

Círdan had laughed then, and it was not a merry laugh. It carried too much pain too deeply buried to ever be called even close to merry. Laughter had, for Círdan, lost its appeal a long time ago, for how can one love an imitation after one had heard pure joyous laughter in its original form?

'Time had slowed for me, old friend, and with every passing year it slows some more, until I fear it will cease completely.' He met Olórin's knowing eyes. 'And when it halts, then...' he trailed off, for he dared not speak of his greatest wish, buried deep within with a ribbon of golden hair and bloodied steel.

They had stood in silence, watching the ocean before them. There was no need to speak, for if Olórin knew who Círdan was always, always thinking of, he knew why that memory was as painful as it was old.

"Faith," Olórin had whispered. "Have faith in yourself, Nowë."

As much as you do in her, and she in you, the ocean wind seemed to whisper, but Círdan had merely closed his eyes, and did not dare to hope.

[faefictions]

Honestly miraculous how excited I am for fall every year, and how I conveniently forget that the beginning of the season nearly fucking kills me every year