#hopefully yall like this idea

[estrellami-1]

I want to try something… tagging my permanent taglist plus a few others who I think might be interested, but let me know if not.

This heavily relies on participation, so if that’s not your thing, no worries! But I’m hoping it doesn’t have to be all on one person.

Essentially, someone sends me an ask with a (vague) prompt. I write as much as I’m inspired to, post it (probably with a title), and someone else (or same person, idc) sends me an ask with the name of the fic and the next thing you want to happen. Please let me know if this doesn’t make sense, I think I’m still jet lagged, but hopefully someone wants to do this!!

It’s important to note that I will develop a specific tag for the fic, and I will not be tagging anyone, so if you want to follow along, please subscribe to that specific tag. I’ll let y’all know what it is in the first part. I’ll also post it to my Masterlist.

@justforthedead89 @ilovecupcakesandtea @madigoround @bookbinderbitch @suddenlyinlove @nburkhardt @artiststarme @paintsplatteredandimperfect @i-less-than-three-you @alyelf @quarble @messrs-weasley @littlewildflowerkitten @vankaar @starman-jpg @bornonthesavage @steddie-there @goodolefashionedloverboi @mischivarien @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @platinum-sunset @just-ladyme @steddiestains @swimmingbirdrunningrock @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme @martinskis-lydias @notaqueenakhaleesi @sleepyboosstuff @bestwifehaver @m-owo-n @thatonebadideapanda @finalmoondragon @velocitytimes2 @callmeanythjing @ajeff855 @ilikeititspretty @knitsforthetrail @sillysparrow @that-one-corvid @ace-is-bored @muricel-rambles @harpymoth @weirdandabsurd42 @finntheehumaneater @hbyrde36 @steddieas-shegoes

[kyoukoswife]

God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.

[sipnoot]

jacko doodle in honor of me being tired asf this morning even after getting almost 10 hours of sleep. ugh i wish i slept this good

THE REF that i almost forgot to add again

[weezly14]

this lullaby

M | PeterMJ | 7 chapters | for @seek--rest | Peter forgets

“If this is a prank –” “It’s not.” He looks at her, then, and she can see it in his eyes, too. The fear. “What happened, Peter?” she breathes. He shrugs. “I don’t remember.” Peter forgets. MJ helps him remember.

read now.

[agerefandoms]

A gaggle of littles

Word count: 1, 871

Little! Chase, Cameron, Foreman, House

Cw: involuntary regression, yelling

Plot: When Chase regresses on an important case, it sets off a very dangerous domino effect

Full credit for idea goes to @puppyboywilson

Chase, Cameron and Forman all sit around a large glass table that is completely covered in various different papers.

All three have visible eye bags, are yawning consistently and... oh yeah. All three are face down on the table, fast asleep.

A long bang on the table sends them all shooting awake, eyes darting to look for the threat. Only for their eyes to settle on House standing at the table and a large diagnostic book sitting on the table, clearly being what woke them up.

“You all look cheery” House says, by way of hello.

“That tends to happen when people get no sleep working for an ungrateful boss” Cameron sasses, but quickly follows up with, “Sorry, I get grumpy when I get no sleep”

“No matter” House says, waving off the scared look on her face. “We have a new symptom people!” He walks over to a whiteboard that already has “seizures, emotional outbursts, hallucinations, fever and joint pain” written on it. He takes a black marker and writes “bloody urine” under it all.

He briefly pauses, considering the information he has before turning back to the ducklings. “So, differential people!”

Cameron and Foreman both put forward several theories but Chase remains head down on the desk. A whimper escaped his lips, too quiet for anyone to hear. His mind darts to the lifeless body of the little girl he lost just 2 days before and he swallows the sob that gets stuck in his throat.

“Chase, care to share with the class?” House asks, drawing the younger mans attention.

Chase lifts his head and glares at House. His throat bobbed and he shot out of his chair. He practically sprints to the door, letting it slam behind him.

“I’ll go” Cameron says after a moments pause. She walks out, shooting House a warning glance to not follow her.

It doesn’t take her long to find him, tucked in a corner under House’s desk. His legs are tucked up neatly and his head placed gently on his knees. Every few seconds, he lets out a pitiful sounding sniffle.

“Hey buddy” She whispers, not wanting to spook him. “You ok?”

Chase looks up. His red, puffy but surprisingly clear eyes meet her concerned, clear ones. He lets out another sniffle before launching himself into his arms.

“Awe Bobby” Cameron coos, breaking out his little nickname when she realises that he’s regressed. She wastes no time in wrapping her arms around him and holding him.

They stay like that for almost 10 minutes. Just Cameron sitting on the floor with Chase on her lap, softly sniffling and babbling apologies. She would’ve stayed longer but the longer she holds the regressed boy, the more she feels her own fragile hold on her headspace breaking. She carefully picks him up, balancing him on her hip like an older sister. After make sure that he’s in a good position, she starts carefully carrying him back to the briefing room.

She opens the door with some difficulty. She walks in without saying a word to House or Foreman. In fact, she walks right pass them. She carefully sets Chase down in a corner of the room set up with some toys and pillows. She gives him a moment to get comfortable before turning back to the responsible adults in the room.

“He regressed” She says slowly, making sure that her words are coming out correctly. “I… need help.” She manages to get out. She takes a wobbly step forward before sitting down harshly.

House and Foreman immediately snap into action.  Both being flips, they knew how to take care of younger regressors and have babysat Chase and Cameron before. Foreman makes his way to Cameron, picking her up easily. “Hi silly girl,” He says to her softly, trying to get her mind off of the stressful situation. Allison giggles and kicks her legs. “How old are you feeling Bambi?”

She pauses for a moment before holding up a 5, then putting a finger down to 4, then back up to five. She lets out a whine, saying, “Not sure!”

Meanwhile, House beelines for Chase as fast as his leg will allow.  He can’t pick Chase up so he lowers himself painfully down to his level, sitting on the pillows with him. “Hey puppy,” House whispers, not wanting to scare him again. “Feeling better?”

Chase looks up from the car he’s playing with and whimpers when he sees House. “Am I in trouble?” Chase says, whispering so quietly that House can hear him.

Those words break House’s heart and he feels his grip on his headspace slip a little bit. He takes a steady breath before gently saying, “No bobby, you’re not in trouble”

Chase smiles, his anxiety easily eased in regression. He hands House a dark green car. Then he picks up light blue car and starts racing them around the small raceroad the team has set up. As the two play, they develop a complicated plot that both struggle to follow.

It doesn’t take long for Foreman to pad over to the 2 youngest regressors with Camerons hand in his (so she doesn’t wander off). “House?” Foreman speaks up, attempting to get his bosses attention. When he doesn’t look up, he just continues on anyway. “Um… I was watchin’ Cameron ‘n’ we was playin’ ballet pirates ‘n’ I accidently slipped?” Foreman mutters, hoping to get the next most responsible adult.

House turns around, having only caught the back half of what foreman said. He looks sheepish and doesn’t meet his eyes. “’M smol too…” He trails off.

Foreman brings Cameron over, and sits the 2 of them on the remaining pillows. He’s able to identify that he’s the oldest little and therefor has to take charge for the moment. “Ok,” he says softly, trying to formulate a plan of what to do. “Let’s figure out ages” he says, settling on that as a first move to figure out who can do what. “I’m around 10 I think” He says, gesturing to himself in an attempt to start the discussion. “What about the rest of you? he asks, careful to not pull any of them out of regression.

“Um… 6 or 7?” Cameron says, not sounding very sure. She shuffles a little closer to Chase and wordlessly takes his hand.

“4” House replies immediately. He glares at Foreman as if this should be obvious, then goes back to playing with his green car.

“Um… 2?” Chase responds, after a very lengthy pause, looking very out of it. He puts his car aside and climbs into Camerons lap, the game having gotten too complex for him to understand. He snuggles in, comfortable. Cameron deliberately ignores the look of betrayal from House and contently holds Chase.

“Ok ok ok” Foreman mutters, trying his best to take care of the three littles even though he’s regressed too. He gets up and starts pacing, trying to come up with a solution when he stops and looks at House. He crouches down at House’s level. “Do you know where Cuddy and Wilson are?” He asks.

“Wilsons in a meeting and Cuddy is doing clinic duty” House recites, still glaring daggers at Cameron.

“Ok, I’m going to go get Cuddy and Wilson. I shouldn’t be more then 10 minutes. Cameron, you’re in charge while I’m gone” Foreman says before dashing out of the room to find an adult to deal with the situation.

House keeps his eyes on Foreman, waiting until he’s out of ear range. As soon as he deemed it safe, he leant over and snatched Chase from Camerons lap. Chase immediately started crying from the shock of being moved and the stress of being away from Cameron. He reaches towards her, wanting to go back to the warmth and cosiness of her lap. His crying only makes House frown more. He awkwardly pats Chase’s head, trying to calm him.

“House!” Cameron gasps, jumping up. “You can’t do dat to the baby!”

House just sticks his tounge out at her and grips on tighter to Chase, not wanting him to go. When Chase doesn’t stop wailing, he roughly covers his mouth.

Cameron sees what House is doing and watches Chase start to struggle to breathe. She quickly pries Chase from his grip and sits him on her hip, trying to soothe him.

“No fair!” House whines, jutting out his bottom lip as he watches Cameron effortlessly soothe Chase. “You always get the baby”

“I get the baby because I’m better with the baby” Cameron says, taking a deep breath to try and steady her breath but leveling House with a glare that said “how dare he hurt Bobby”

Her glare makes Houses bottom lip tremble. He looks at Chase, contently watching the fan from her hip. “No you’re not! I do better with Bobby!” He shouts, upset.

“Then why did you try to suffocate him?!” Cameron shouts snapping. Her yelling causes Chase to burst out in tears. House looks at the 2 of them with wide eyes before wordlessly going and putting himself in the corner. He plops down and starts gently crying while Cameron tries her best to consol Chase.

That’s the site that Foreman, Wilson and Cuddy walk into. “Oh boy…” Wilson mutters, taking in the chaotic site.

“Right!” Cuddy says, putting on a cheerful voice and taking control of the situation. All heads turn towards her. “Foreman” She says, addressing the ‘oldest’. “You’ve done such a good job hon but we’ve got it from here. Why don’t you go read a book?” She says gently, wanting Foreman to get to be a kid too. Foreman shuffles over to the kiddy bookshelf and picks up a chapter book before settling into a beanbag.

“Cameron, come here.” A wide eyed and sniffling Cameron shuffles over to Cuddy. “I’m sorry” She says before Cuddy can say anything. The tears start flowing and she babbles, “I tried I did but peanut took Bobby n then tried to stop his cries by covering his mouth and I yelled I shouldn’t have because I was in charge and im so so sorry” She finishes, sobbing.

 Cuddy just pulls her into her arms. “It’s alright Bambi, none of you should’ve have been put in that position.” She looks over to a very overwhelmed Wilson. “Wilson, can you go and grab House?” She asks, knowing Wilson will deal with House best.

Cuddy continues consoling Cameron and Chase while Wilson and House chat. It takes a good 5 minutes but eventually Wilson comes back over, holding hands with a yawning and red eyed House and Foreman, whose dropped a little more and is rubbing his eyes.

“Ok! Naptime” Cuddy forces herself to announce cheerfully. To her surprise, no one fought her on it. So the little group of six walked to an empty ward, Cuddy holding Chase on her hip and Cameron with her other hand and Wilson holding hands with House and Wilson. Cuddy glared at every employee who opened their mouths.

Soon, the odd little group was all tucked in and Cuddy and Wilson were left watching them sleep.

“We are NEVER letting them regress by themselves again,” Cuddy says into the quiet.

[bookinit02]

new chapter up now!

[i-bring-crack]

Seasons AU for Solo Leveling.

Spring! Cha Hae In

Summer! Lee Ju Hee

Fall! Woo Jin Chul

Winter! Sung Jin Woo

:3

[aria0fgold]

Looking at the sketch I made of my design of The Universe in my sleepy and sickly state last night and I'm like: Damn... I thought bout this?

[theygender]

I'm now OFFICIALLY permanent at my new data analysis job which in addition to being super cool bc I get to autistically play around in Excel for money now ALSO means that I can get my next piercings since I no longer have to wear a headset for ten hours a day and I am vibrating in excitement. I can finally get more holes stabbed into me

[notsodailycake]

I keep wanting to post more about my au (Home Is Where Freddy Is), and post more parts for it. BUT I GOTTA DRAW THEM😭😭

And i have not been able to draw it+

I have some parts already written oyr and sketched out, but to be able to finish it and post it is gonna take sooooo long, AND I DONT WANNA WAIT

I wanna see it published just as bad as the otgers who ask me when I'll post it again! But even when i finish a part, i wont be posting it, not until i have some more parts done, so it can have a monthly upload again and i dont have to stress over it alot

I WANNA SHOW THE SIBLING BOND I HAVE PLANNED FOR VANESSA AND GREGORY 😭😭😭😭

[sagitarrio]

Day 2 - school

They finally banned it here. Goddamn Kyoya and Tetsuya and their constant fighting and one-upping. A stolen bey, a bloodied nose, and now they've ruined it for the rest of us.

We had been on our best behaviour after hearing what had happened at other schools, we were envied by the kids in our scout troop from schools who'd banned them already. But we knew it was coming eventually... and we were ready.

Us kids are often underestimated, adults never expect us to outsmart them, and when we are discovered, they always act surprised, our assumed stupidity so ingrained in their minds that they can barely accept what they see in front of them.

But a life of getting your toys taken away from you, having nonsensical rules imposed on you, having to ask to go to the bathroom, being told what to do, when to eat, where we can go. It breeds a instinctual sense of rebellion, all the kids in the school know where to go to blade, and everyone knows not to snitch.

We ran it like a well-oiled machine. Yu, one of the few kids with a phone, kept a roster of bladers and audience members to minimize crowds and not draw attention. Operations were run small scale with minimal equipment, so when we hear that hurried whisper "teachers coming", the evidence is gone in seconds. And the locations were passed along in the early hours before classes started.

The move underground also meant some more unsavoury elements, previously kept at bay by adult supervision, were able to get a foothold in the blading scene. The entrepreneurial among us set up betting rings, it was mostly lunch money and American lollies, but the money being made was nothing to be laughed at.

Gingka and the other cool kids keep an eye on them though, making sure that they don't get too out of hand. None of us want someone going crying to the teachers about getting cleaned out.

It honestly doesn't feel like too much has changed, just one more thing we need to hide from the adults. But there has been a tension in the air recently, Masamune, Julian, the other known names are talking big game. Whispers of a tournament trickle through the schoolyard, even the teachers are noticing we're more distracted than usual. Its time to find out who's the best, and I'm not going down without giving it my all.

[tinyevelyn]

the sofea doodle

im still trying to figure out sof's backstory and arc and unlike my rottmnt oc emiko, I'll be giving of a proper fleshed out arc, for funsies and also bc i have good ideas for him (reminder that sofea is genderfluid and uses she/he pronouns).

[doodlingbot]

god that recent comic is so good. i am holding it so gently!! like 🥺 'no ill will' as the narrator tucks a pillow under stanleys head 🥺 even as the other party was just throwing himself off several flights of stairs purely out of spite. these idiots ❤️. but anyway, while i was reading, i had the thought of the dev console actually showing up on the narrators tv head. its not likely that the narrator would program that, but its just so neat in my mind that i cant get rid of the thought ❤️ so im passing it onto you. but srs, everything uve done of the stanely parable is so good, i swear im only slightly obsessed with it ❤️ (no romo)

AWW THANK YOU, IM GLAD PEOPLE SEEM TO LIKE IT 💚💚💚 I don't think The Narrator would put the dev console on his model's screen, as that would cause clutter and confusion. But I still really like the idea despite that 💚!

Something I want to note with that comic, It wasn't purely out of spite. It's actually a mixture of spite, the joy from hearing the pleas in his voice, and a high from having so much more control over the situation.

Although that's the initial reasonings. Why he did it that last time, I think he was just still hopeful for those feelings to still be there. He was hopeful that they weren't both already as numb to it all. So he then acted recklessly, tried his luck, noticed he wasn't getting any of the responses he was craving, he wasn't getting any responses at all actually which was worse, he went back to see if he could get any type of response at least (was also a tad curious on how that particular run might end.)

[jasonntodd]

.

[qwuilty]

We've been thinking for some time and questioned ourselves, "what if the cannibal butchers were in Postal 1?" Result? More trauma for our Dude babeey!!1!

This turned out more like an Au but, what if the Dude got captured by a Butcher as a kid and had to fight for his life? Don't worry, he successfully escapes. This, however, would be his first trauma. Since then he couldn't bring himself to eat any kind of meat anymore, worrying if the food is actually animal meat or not.

Have a good day/night

— 🐰 | ☕ | ☀️🌙

OH NOOO thatd be so awful but ngl i would be a pretty interesting au to think about, also just kind of combining elements of postal 1 and 2 into sort of a meshed canon. I usually kind of think of them as seperate but i would like to explore something like that.

And thank you, i hope you have a good day / night too!!

[chisatowo]

Risa has been designed!! Here's a sketchy ref I made for them that still took me like an hour to draw anyways lol