#i am merely a vessel

[arachnestwilight]

Lizzie Hearts in the Ermine Portrait of Queen Elizabeth I, 1585.

...Without the ermine.

[mindmythorns]

i am ugly & incredibly attractive, don’t ask me how it works

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

went from analyzing eddie's need for control to his complex feelings about marriage (and shannon). jesus christ what is this fic

[pokeblr-confessions]

A friend told me about this blog and like. I came to complain about being a janitor in a damn puzzle gym. But arc, where are you advertising that all these creeps are coming here???? No offense but like. do ex mad scientists and team goons just spend all their time searching online for confession blogs to whine their guilt away? Like they haven't done enough. Let normal people have one nice thing without ruining that too 🙄

Confession #210

[housewifebuck]

came for the gifs stayed for the insanity

LMFAOOO!!!!!

[upsidedownwithsteve]

if it was a Steddie x reader fic isn’t that Emmy’s choice? To your anon

you’d think! 🤡

[sans-guy]

he loves scritches more than pets yes.. i give them to him

[daily-heavy-tf2]

heavy t-pose?

Day 16 👊

[cosettegf]

i love the penumbra podcast and i love second citadel and i really enjoyed listening to the finale but i feel. weird about the way this show treats its female characters???

[vox-fantasma]

damn it i was so close to winning that fight with scylla and then my dad walked into my room to watch and my performance anxiety killed me. she might want an audience but i Do Not

[sciderman]

Sci.

i think this was in response to the sickening sex dialogue i write for one wade wilson and i want you to know, anon, i feel no remorse. no remorse at all.

[wraithsoutlaws]

From the soft otp prompts & for the bbs ☺️ 3 & 4!

3) Write about your ship holding hands in a tense moment / 4) Write about your ship holding hands in a happy moment.

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Blood exploded from Dagger’s mouth and he saw stars for the second time as Dum Dum knocked him on his ass. The constellations mocked him in a dim flicker above. For a moment he couldn’t move. That chrome fist shattered a tooth–not for the first time, though depending on the outcome of the night, it could be the last. He didn’t think Dum Dum would kill him. He may have underestimated him until now.

Before his vision had time to clear, he felt himself ripped upward, heaved into another punch that left him coughing, choking on his own blood.

“I trusted you–” Dum Dum spat. His voice sounded like a car crash, and he hit just as hard. Dagger’s skin split open above the eye, and his left optic turned suddenly to static. The seven red lenses staring down at him overtook what was left of his blurry vision. He could barely make them out in detail, just the bleeding glow around him like watching the world through a rain soaked windshield. “You never gave a shit about any of it!”

His tone shifted. There was a human crack in the words that sounded foreign on the otherwise mechanical growl of his voice. Dagger felt it like a knife in his chest, wedging him open. Something else he wasn’t used to.

His lungs heaved with heavy breath. Voice wet and ragged. 

“You ever hear about the scorpion and the frog–”

Blood sparkled on chrome knuckles and Dagger’s hand came up on instinct to stop the incoming blow. The impact radiated down his arm but his fingers tightened and he held true. It might be the last time he’d ever feel that touch. Part of him wanted to remember. A fingertip brushed across the scarred metal of his hand and Dum Dum went still, like for a moment the rage fell way to something softer.

They were never very good at softer.

Dagger’s grip tightened suddenly, savoring the feel of him one more time before he sent his free hand flying into Dum Dum’s face and knocking him sideways.

He forced a smile tight over dripping red teeth. Wild as a dog. 

“Is that the best you got, tin man?”

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Dagger scanned over the horizon, flat land dusted with the setting sun. He’d purchased the lot on a deal. Holding a man at knifepoint makes negotiations smoother–something he’d learned long ago. Twenty miles out and you’d hit Vegas, but it was quiet here and empty. Nothing but sun-bleached barren road, forgotten and neglected by anyone who wasn’t Raffen. He had no problem dealing with Raffen. They’d learn soon enough where they sat on the food chain. 

His eyes dimmed automatically against the golden light as he tried to picture the sprawling carnival set so clearly inside his head. It’d take time, years maybe, but it was doable.

He heard the dirt crunch behind him and turned. Even those blaring red eyes paled in comparison to the sun. 

“You ever imagine I’d go legit?” He asked as Dum Dum stood beside him, stretching out the cramps in his legs. The truck sat on a ridge a few feet away, a veil of dust filling scratches in the paint. It was a long drive out, but they were home.

He shook his head, tone flat. “I never imagined you’d live past thirty-five.”

“Well, I am a man of surprises.”

“Hard to figure, though.” Dum Dum took a step forward. “You finally choose to spend a fortune and it’s five miles of fucking sand. ” 

He knew Dum Dum didn’t share the same longing for the wide open. He watched him scratch at the vents of his cyberware, brushing out the dirt trapped inside. 

“You just ain’t picturing it,” Dagger said, determined. He threw an arm over his shoulder and pointed him toward the west. “That right there’s where we’ll have the stage. Good music, not that fucking laser pop electric shit.”

He heard a laugh at his ear, and turned to the right, pointing out an especially flat section of desert. “That’s where the haunted house will go. Behind it will be the coaster. Biggest one on this side of the continent.” He was grinning now. The structures were clear in his vision. It finally felt real.

“You sound like some shitty salesman.” Dum Dum quipped.

“Bite your fuckin’ tongue,” Dagger shot back with a playful grin. He walked a few steps over, leading Dum Dum with him, where he drew a line in the sand with the tip of his boot. 

“And this will be our door.”

“Our door?”

“Our trailer.” There was an innocence in his voice he couldn’t quell. 

Dum Dum looked at him, smile creeping over his lips. 

“I figure you’d prefer solid walls to a tent.” 

He examined it again quietly. The image in Dagger’s mind was so vivid, had been for a long time. Longer than he realized now that he was here, and it wasn’t the stage or the haunted house that made the bats in his gut fly wild. It was him. And it wouldn’t be the same if he was gone. Dum Dum stepped through the imaginary threshold and looked around, gazing at the promise of what might be. 

“Place is a fucking mess,” he joked, as if standing in the middle of a crowded room.

The bats fluttered through him gentle.

“Some things never change.” He joined him inside, surrounded by the shared daydream. His hand inched toward him, glancing off the edge of his fingers before a pinkie linked gently around his own. The rest followed like dominoes. It was the only time Dagger’s chrome hand felt like flesh again. Dum Dum’s grip tightened around it.

Some things never change.

Some things do.

“C’mon,” Dagger said, hardly more than a breath. “I’ll show you where the bed goes.”

[hyperfixated-chaos]

OKAY LISTEN NOT TO OVERTHINK but the Caleb in the mirror looked sad. Like, feeling really down and empty type of sad. Is that... Is that the way he felt in the human realm, before going to the Boiling Isles? Did he hide it from everyone, and only let himself feel it when he was alone, looking at his own reflection? Did he, like Luz, find a kind of belonging and acceptance on the BI that he didn't experience from the human realm?? (Also I think he had brown eyes.)

[moonchild-in-blue]

I love you!!! You're my Mina!!! Every day of my life!!! We started as a metaphor!!! The emotion cup thing!!! Someday I'll find it again!!!

I will be so honest right now. I was supposed to be eeping but my insomnia is not cooperating, so I opened this as soon as I got it. My sweet sweet Lucy, I have spent the last hour desperately looking for that post AND ALAS. I FOUND IT.

(also funny how my original tags was me yearning at 4am and. well. it's just a little past 5am rn. i'm nothing if not a consistent insomniac)

I love you!!! My beloved Kate!! Have loved your throughout every season of the year!!! We're filling each other's cups!!!!

Once again I'm letting you all know my brilliant wife snagged me with her poetic words, quite literally. We started as a wine metaphor and a coffee date (remember our first conversation? I was so awkward lmao so so sorry), and now we're here!!! Being silly and cute and insane together!!! I love you!!!!

[rateater69]

Not to be cringe or anything but Patrick batemans opening and closing monologues hit SO different. Like…I really felt for him as a character even tho I KNOW I shouldn’t. I mean I don’t murder people in my free time or anything, but they both really had me going

“HE JUST LIKE ME FR!!!😭💔”