#i just like to daydream

[dreadsuitsamus]

help bc why am i imagining being the lower level arrancar grimmjow took a liking to after he lost his place among the espada. he originally only liked to tease, bully even, but in that warped, wicked way of his, he started to grow fond. you weren't annoying to him like the other girls among your rank, though you still had quite the spicy streak. it was fun, messing with you every day; he never knew how far your patience would let him go before you started lashing out, usually with your tongue at first to utter the nastiest, scummiest curse words at him, but if he didn't slow his roll or stop entirely, you were quite capable of violence. you weren't strong enough to really hurt him, much less kill him, and when he'd had enough, he could just take both of your little hands in his one large one and that was enough— you'd stop, and the cycle would reset.

he was in love way before the girl from the living world healed him and gave him his arm back— and his place as the sexta espada again.

it didn't hit him at first, not until much later in the night. he's back at the top, and you're closer to the bottom than ever. not strong enough to be amongst the espada, to be at his side every day. he got what he wanted most back, sure... but now he's out of something else he needs.

him moving down is certainly no option. so, with a wild little grin to himself, his mind is made. he'll simply just have to make you an espada, by whatever means necessary.

you will be by his side again.

[surrogate-fawn]

When I imagine what my future birth experience could be like, I anticipate pain management to be my biggest issue. I have a high pain tolerance as-is but I've never experienced any extreme amounts of pain like a broken femur or, well, labor before.

I've had some nasty, nasty menstrual cramps in the past that I needed to breathe my way through and they make me wonder if I have the mental fortitude to go the all-natural route.

Then again, I've found that in the rare instance I'm in a situation where I'm allowed to scream my way through pain it's suddenly not as bad.

Lol, so who cares if my birth isn't "calm and peaceful and tranquil" like in my favorite videos? I'll be a warrior in that moment, honey and I'll battle-cry my way through!

[napneeders]

okay this is a post from my drafts from whenever it was that I was thinking about the Izzy Hands Choose Your Own Adventure and how I thought the ✨ structure ✨ could work:

it's a time loop, i.e. when you have to go back to the beginning the character keeps the memories (wakes up and it's the same day again)

I'm going to use "die" for whatever prompts starting over, as in videogame language, but it's not necessarily death every time. in a cyoa it could just be "you're stuck", in a time loop you usually die/pass out/fall asleep right? (or something catastrophic happens, I'm thinking of that one time loop fic where Izzy has to stop Ed from killing himself.) so need to consolidate that

similarly I'm just going to use "winning" for reaching the desirable outcome (that gets you out of the time loop)

there are LEVELS. I thought five but that is starting to seem ambitious from the writing perspective. I'm going to use letters for these

anyway on the first level/round (day (or iteration of)) and possibly several subsequent ones you have no chance of winning. you die, start over and wake up again

PLOT TWIST if you did anything right on level A (which there'll probably be a less than 50% chance of) you don't ACTUALLY go back to the Chapter 1 where you started but a NEW Chapter 1 that's almost but not quite identical because izzy has learned something

and you'll notice this after the first choice because now there are slightly different paths to take

still have no chance of winning on level B. when you die you might go back to ("Chapter 1" on) level A, B or upgrade to C depending on how abysmal your choices were.

and so on. when you die on level C, maybe going back to level A is not a possibility anymore.

however bad choices mid-level might drop you back into a lower-level storyline

assuming there are 5 levels, on level D you might have the chance to advance to level E storyline without starting over

maybe on level E when you're all grown up there's even more than one way to win?

also I originally started thinking about this because of a sliding doors moment in my last fic where I had originally written Izzy being nice and reasonable to end a conflict and the rest of the story wasn't working so I had to go back and change that one small action into an angry defensive one that changed the course of the rest of the day.

also the structure would probably be easier to figure out if it was based on writing the damn thing but again I've got NOTHING as far as what actually happens in this.

also it MIGHT be easier to adapt an existing time loop fic for this. at least that would be fun. but I'm not sure there is one that has the kind of plot I want. I have the time loop tag open on my computer but I haven't trawled through it yet. I think there's maybe two Izzy fics in it tho.

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(x months later I still haven't trawled through the tag but it IS still open on my computer)

this is based on gamebook/hyperlink format btw. now that I'm secretly reading about various text-based adventure game builders it seems like a lot of this could be achieved with more sophisticated mechanics with possibly less effort and more flexibility

[teddybeartoji]

thinking abt how toji would wipe your tears whenever you're sad.. he'd definitely let you cry into his chest too but i feel like a part of him would like to keep his eyes on you. he wants to protect, he wants to take care of you. he'll brush his calloused thumbs over your cheeks, over and over again, until there's no need for it anymore. he'll watch you sniffle with worried look on his face but the second your eyes meet his, he pushes his own feelings aside. this isn't about him, it's about you. so he gives you a little hum and the faintest little smile while reaching for your nose. you try to turn away, to hide, but he's not letting you go anywhere. he brushes your snotty nose with his bare hands and laughs quietly when you squirm in his hold, your whiny complaints sounding like music to his ears. you hit his chest and a raspy chuckle tumbles from your lips and he knows it's going to be okay. that you're going to be okay. toji would and will do anything to make you smile again and if that means getting his hands dirty, then so be it. he couldn't care any less. snotty clothes are nothing while you are everything.

[cacaocheri]

sun from help wanted 2 got me thinking about fic shenanigans.... i think he gets to be a bit more unhinged

[lazylittledragon]

i'm in one of those phases where i really wish i believed in manifesting and spellcasting and things like that bc you know when you want something so bad you're literally praying for the universe to let it happen

[fictionadventurer]

I love libraries.

I'm browsing the WWI shelves (as you do) and notice a very old book about the war. I glance at the first pages that talk about how one day the war will be over and we'll look at this place and not see any signs of the battlefield.

Then it hits me. And I check the publishing date.

This book was printed before the war's end. Not written. Printed. The physical object was created in 1918, while the war in question was raging and the end was as yet uncertain.

Now I'm standing on the other side of the apocalypse, with this physical link to that era in my hands. I'm living proof that the war did end and life did go on and we can all look at the end of the world as a long-ago memory.

Reading old books is cool enough, connecting our minds and hearts through the ideas of people who lived long ago, but there's something extra profound about holding a copy of the book that comes from the time that it was written. It's a physical link between the past and the present connecting me to those long-ago people. A piece of the past come into the future that gives me the chance to almost take the hand of some long-ago reader, to hold something they could have held, connecting not just mentally but physically to their era, a moment of connection across more than a century.

Excuse me while I go weep.

[gen-toon]

[remxedmoon]

isat npc designs!!!!! wahoo!!!!!

greyscale versions below :3

i don’t really have much to say about the colors here?? all of these fellas are vaugardian (i think) so i just kept their palettes Warm. i did give claude stains on her coat because i think she drops Chemicals on it all the time and doesn’t wash it throughly enough to get the stains out. other than that all of these are pretty straightforward!!

[flowing-between-space]

there's just something about grabbing her tits and playing with her nipples while she sits on your cock

[pillowspace]

literally the only reason i haven't drawn the au i've got bouncing around my head was because i didn't want to have to clean it up. but then i realized that there was nothing stopping me from posting the messiest sketch i could, so

anyway, it's just a little comfort au i ponder sometimes of you adopting a child with sun and moon (specifically after meeting them since i don't see that often), but because of robot, they can't legally have guardianship, so like... she's... legally yours... but she's truly everyone's. yeah, my comfort moments usually get me really lost in thought over robot laws for some reason? have this single peak into my mind

[fishbloc]

death stranding au because ds2 trailer made me shameless and forced me to draw this idea i had in my head for months. sorry this won't make sense unless you've played the game...

[teddybeartoji]

hands gripping your hips, eyebrows pinched together and parted lips; his cheeks are flushed, his eyes lidded as he watches you eagerly grind yourself back and forth on his lap. "fuck... y'gonna cum on my lap, pretty?"

smug, he sounds so smug. he loves having you on him, he loves seeing you like this. all pliant under his touch, rocking into him with every breath you take. you look so beautiful; already so fucked out, begging for more. so he can't help but tease a little, to push your buttons because oh, how he loves to watch you unravel for him—

"y'gonna make me cum on your lap, handsome?"

the air around you gets thicker, his grip on you stronger – you look at him with your lip caught between your teeth, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. his eyes darken as he let's out a deep groan, shifting his hips under you so you can feel his clothed cock a little better. so you can feel what you're doing to him.

you tug at his hair, tempting him. pushing his buttons just the way he likes.

"oh c'mon, i know y'wanna make me feel good..."

[hotdrinks]

I keep seeing posts about Jon saying he and Martin wouldn't love each other in another universe but I'm pretty sure it was Martin who said all that?? Kind of?

Irrc Jon said he often imagines what things would have been like if they met and been together without all the institute stuff and Martin says "me too but we wouldn't have, would we?" And goes on his whole spiel about how Jon hated him at first and the horrors changed them both so much it made them compatible, to which Jon doesn't seem to entirely agree. And that convo wasn't really about other universes it was about Jon's daydreams. I'm not trying to be a pedant rn I just keep seeing references to this conversation and I remember it happening a very different way.

[haechansunshineboy]

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

Haechan’s rings always look so pretty on his fingers. The different intricately designed silver bands on both his left and right hands just look so good against his skin. You’d been daydreaming about holding hands with him (or his fingers trailing down your bare stomach-).

It was becoming a problem, since you were getting incredibly distracted by his hands holding the red solo cup.

He caught your eye from across the crowd, raising his eyebrows to greet you from afar. You wave back at Haechan, watching him start squeezing past people to get to where you were standing.

“Hey.” His voice puts you at ease every time and you reply back with a “hey” as well.

“Wanna get out of here?” Haechan asks you. “We can take a walk together, if you want.”

You nod, smiling at him as he gestures with two fingers for you to follow him out.

-

The two of you walked around the block until you reached a local food chain, opting to sit on the side of the empty parking lot.

The cool wind felt nice against your skin, and you turn your head to face Haechan, who was already looking at you.

You flushed at seeing his gaze on you, his soft smile growing bigger before he started talking.

“Anyway I started watching this new show..”

-

Haechan’s hands rested on his lap, palms facing upwards towards the night sky. Again, your attention was drawn to the rings adorning his hands. The simple silver band on his left index finger, the delicate ring shaped to look like a rounded nail on his ring finger, and your favorite: the pretty braided metal on his right index finger.

“Everything ok?” He asks you, noticing you hadn’t responded to his question about the show.

Feeling bold for once, you muster the courage to drag your index finger over one of the pretty silver rings adorning his knuckle.

“Sorry, I got distracted by your rings.” You mutter. You let the pad of your fingertips brush against his palm as well, feeling how soft his hands were.

“It’s o-ok. My little cousins are always asking if I’m m-married. So annoying.”

You look up at him, taking in the sight of Haechan’s attempt at being nonchalant, his reddening ears giving him away. You smile softly, bringing your attention back to his hands.

“They’re so pretty.”

Haechan lets out a soft breath when you pull your hand away, hoping you didn’t pick it up.

“Y-you know, my chain is also really nice..” He trails off, never taking his eyes off of you.

You beam at him, secretly enjoying seeing this flustered version of Haechan.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

[dinerfries]

classic pen!