#im sorry im such a slow writer

[stargazer-dreamer]

three of my favorite works i posted in 2023:

erratum discussions. this is one of my favorite fics ive written in general, i love it so much. while i did finish and post it in 2023, i had also worked on it in 2022. it’s been with me for quite the while now, and every note and kudo and comment means so much to me…i have begun a sequel to this fic! but as i am a slow writer, i cannot promise it will come out any time soon. fun fact: this fic marks the second time spike references a specific mcr song, which has become A Thing for him in my writings, apparently.

frivolities. fun fact: both “erratum discussions” and “frivolities” are lyrics from the song reckless battery burns. “frivolities” comes before “erratum discussions,” and i started writing this one before erratum discussions, so it was only appropriate that i named it that way, in my mind. these two are brothers to me. but anyways, i didnt want to write anything for hawks. at all. in 2022, i posted one hawks imagine and i wanted that to be it…but i couldnt seem to stay away from the little bird <3

in comfort; let me rest my eyes closed. im not nice to spike on most days. but i decided to be for this one. i think the imagery and word choices turned out pretty good! i dont quite remember, but i believe i wrote this in a day or two—so it makes me happy it was pretty well received <3 fun fact for this one: the title takes lyrics from an english cover of the chainsaw man opening.

[bloodydeanwinchester]

um hi hello sooooo im gonna start posting my faith!dean time travel fic at the end of july and since my usual taglist has a lot of people who are no longer around im gonna start a new one specifically for this fic. so uh interact with this post if you’d like to be tagged whenever i post a new chapter 👉👈 🥺

*it will be rated E so no teens pls<3

[hazel-islivingtrash]

New chapter this weekend~~ Satoru and Suguru take on the mall together! Does Satoru realize this is a date? Who knows! (I do :) )

It'll be posted a bit earlier than normal because I have plans and would rather post it a earlier than later <3 Posting time for this weekend will be around 1:30 eastern time on Saturday!

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Sneak peak of chapter 13: I Need to Do This Right With You (Spoiler free!):

Satoru tried the long-sleeve on first, along with a pair of ripped jeans. He swayed his arms while he looked at himself in the mirror. It fit nicely, like he thought it would, and it filled him with enough confidence to step out of the changing room.

When he exited, he made a show of twirling for Suguru, laughing as he did so.

Suguru’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened slightly. Satoru stopped his spinning, and stood looking back at Suguru.

Suguru blinked a few times, “You look great.”

Satoru dipped his head down bashfully. “Thanks, I try,” he laughed, fiddling with the sleeves and sliding them up and down his arms.

Suguru huffed a laugh and cleared his throat. “The kids are totally going to make fun of us for having matching shirts.”

Satoru scoffed. “Well, those squirts are just jealous of us. We’re amazing.” he crossed his arms, holding his head high as he smiled.

“We are,” Suguru jokingly agreed.

Satoru went through the rest of his clothes, playing around with his last outfit. He came out with three sets of sunglasses on his face, having to walk hesitantly so they could stay stacked properly.

Suguru laughed, taking a picture as Satoru posed. “What are those for? Do you have six eyes or something?”

“Maybe I do,” Satoru joked, coming over to check out the photos. He looked like an idiot, but he loved them anyway. “Send those to me.”

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If this intrigues you, it would be amazing if you could check out my fic! I usually post on Saturdays around 3pm eastern time.

Current status of fic:

Current status of fic: 12 out of 25 chapters complete, just over 66k words ❤️❤️

**The story is rated mature and with a warning of graphic depictions of violence.

[bindeds]

do you guys ever experience like a ‘dry’ period with your usual favs then something comes up and you rewatch clips of other commonly simped for characters that you didn’t really like before and suddenly it’s like … woah uh. where the fuck did this come from. ur literally built like my pc but with a suit bro ain’t no way right

[pyritesdumpster]

💘 HAPPY DAY OF LOVE 💘

I presented you Shadow Freddy x (redesign/re-imagined) Pete

Originally I planned on something more “romantic” & loud but decided go for more quiet private moment instead.

Context: (Both shadow freddy = out of commission Fredbear/old freddy model theory & shadow has powers theory apply, post events of “farewell”) Somehow some of shadow original body parts are located Silly Pete’s (looking at you “Dad”) therefore giving the bear access to the location, while the bear is admittedly keeps out of sight from humans he doesn’t mind much for local residents in the restaurant but usually keeps himself at arms length with them. Except for Pete (smoking buddies!) they seem the most to have in common and shadow provides Pete free labor by dealing with any unwanted pest (pest control is expensive!). Valentine’s day arrives, so does the customers. Pete pulls himself aside into a dim closet, ridding his stage persona for a few moments. Shadow Freddy forms from darkness that covers the cramped room, but all you would be able to see of him was his glowing Cheshire cat smile alongside his peculiar looking pupils. He eagerly holds a box of cigarettes with the intention to light them. Immediately though he held back his excitement at the sight of the weeping opossum, he cocks his head at an angle trying to understand what’s in front of him. Pete told shadow as soon as he materialized to buzz off, it was already childish enough for him to cry during business hours (at all) but to do it in front of another was down right pathetic, he was better than that, he buried his head into his palms in defeat.Shadow stood there idly unsure what to do, sure he used to the feeling of dreary in fact he thrived off it! But Pete was someone he grown a accustomed to, something to look forward too, something to step out of the comforting darkness… it felt wrong, he felt wrong to indulge in the opossum’s misery. Admittedly Shadow wasn’t to kin of expressing comfort… or anything really (other than usual violence & hatred) it was unknown to him.Disintegrating the box cigarettes into shadows he clasp his paws together try to come up with something -zzzzz- it was the sound of magic running just beneath his ‘’skin’’, idea sparked in his head , he tighten his grasp in hopes he can spark it into a flame. Light. White light flicker in his paws, it had a fuzzy feeling but lack any warmth or noticeable weight. Opening up his hands the light bloomed like a summer flower.Shadow drew his paws closer to Pete hoping it will draw his attention enough to stop weeping and did just that. Light creeped between the fingers of Pete’s hands, curious struck and he lifted his head to see, its a star? A star in the palms of Shadow Freddy ??? That can’t be possible, right? if he recall correctly the humans describe stars to be miles and miles away, something unreachable but here he was standing only a few inches away from one. He stared intently at it trying to understand it but no use. Maybe that why stars are unattainable, they withhold info we cannot decipher, but we can admire & wish upon their unattainable forms can’t we?

(Ahhhh this cringe im sorry! I didn’t really know how to end it)

Bonus cuts:

[stargirlfics]

still trying to pin point why writing has been harder for me to complete or even sit down to do than it used to be so i still have nothing completed, I’ve only been able to add a few words, maybe a sentence or two across all the wips I’ve decided to work on lately and that doesn’t feel very good 😭 maybe i need to change something up I’m not sure but ummm this sucks and i feel super inadequate I haven’t finished or posted a single thing since November and i know I shouldn’t think of it that way but it’s kind of unsettling and makes me feel stupid? It shouldn’t be this hard and I’m trying to be patient on finding my groove again but bestie I’m kind of scared it won’t ever be back and I’m gonna get left behind

[raineandsky]

#36

This is quite possibly the best day of the villain’s life.

The hero had walked directly into one of his traps, one of his most obvious, and gotten picked up by a couple of the villain’s henchmen. She’s currently downstairs, one of the henchmen has told him, and he’s been pacing for the last hour figuring out his victory speech. He wasn’t really expecting to catch anyone yet, so he’s a little unprepared.

He eventually decides to make his way down, carefully rehearsing what he’s going to say. God, he can’t believe his luck. He has blackmail, ransom, and an endless pit of information all rolled into one.

The hero has been left on her own—he’ll be talking to someone about that later—with several layers of thick rope holding her in place. Her hands have been tied behind her, and he kind of wishes they hadn’t done that. God knows what she’s holding.

“Oh, thank god,” is what she opens with, which is decidedly not the emotion he was hoping to evoke.

“Good afternoon, [Hero],” the villain opens coolly, and the hero actually smiles at him. She doesn’t look particularly bothered at all, in fact. That’s annoying. “I see you’ve played fool enough to let yourself get caught by me.”

“Yeah,” she says brightly.

“Your stay here will make you rethink every moment of your life that led you here,” he continues, pointedly ignoring the eager grin on her face. “I’ll make you regret being born.”

“Sweet. So, what's the deal?” She glances around the room for ideas. “Lasers? Some kind of giant blade? Oh, no, a contraption! You’re always doing those.”

The hero’s guesses are met with confused silence. The victory of getting her here is fizzling out humblingly fast. “I thought you’d be… more upset to be here.”

“Oh god, no.” She laughs—actually laughs. She’s in the villain’s domain and it feels like she’s making fun of him. “Agency’s been really messed up recently. Been shooting heroes down left right and centre. Nothing you do could ever be worse than what they’ve done to me.”

That is somehow an insult. “What, so this is just a holiday to you? A nice bit of time off?”

“Kind of. Was hoping for something a bit more permanent, away from the agency. Thought you might like going down as the guy who took out a hero.” Her grin widens, hopeful. “Figured you’d be more inclined to talk to me if you didn’t think I was going to dropkick you into next week.”

So she’d walked straight into one of his traps. Of course she had. This is definitely a setup.

“I could just, you know, actually kill you,” he points out, and she hums thoughtfully.

“You could, but god, the payout for a dead hero is huge. You could get in on that if I’m still alive.” Clearly the idea of being murdered like this hasn’t particularly fazed her. “You help me evade the agency, and I’ll make sure you get a chunk of that money.”

His inventions have been a little lackluster recently—most of them are made from scraps he found in the local junkyard. A bit of cash wouldn’t hurt.

He pulls a small knife from his belt, leaning down to get to work on the abysmal twists of rope securing the hero down. He can’t believe he’s agreeing to this. “I want at least half.”

The hero snorts amusedly. “Leave some for my family, man. A quarter.”

“A third.”

She smiles as the rope falls loose, and she gets to her feet with a sigh. “Deal.”

[daywalker-rr]

i made a preciousmetal fic lol

[smolasianartist]

I love Tinky and their tiny axolotol :,0

The way you drew them is bfjsjfksntnr /pos

That makes me happy to hear! I've actually been doing a lot more with the character. I've joined a Minecraft SMP (the PenguinSMP to be more specific) and I've been having a blast playing this silly little monkey! Here are some thumbnail sketches I did for my PSMP VODs featuring Tinky and friends, plus - of course - the tiny axolotl. (I'll be posting the finished drawings here soon!) :3

[perri-the-caboose]

Hello! (Rules/How this will work)

Hey hey! welcome to my little rp blog Ive never done this before so bare with me

My ooc name is Moon! my main blog is @moonkit60633, i still mosty post starlight stuff so feel free to follow This blog with try and stay mostly in character, anything outside will be in tags or (brackets)

Rules

Kept it sfw please!

Asks will be answered with either a drawing or text post, please dont get upset if your ask doesnt get a drawing

No ships please, not with Perri, canon/oc x canon are fine, just not Perri (She has a maybe girlfriend!)

Gore is fine, just dont injure my oc without asking, though pm or @

Other ocs are encouraged!

Feel free to angst, we love to see it, just remember the sfw!

Info

This is an starlight Oc rp/ask blog, i will be replying in character and tagging it as so.

Mosty i will try and keep the oc to Perri, though i may dip into some of my others if i deem it fun, Theyll be tagged as such too (Different colours, Cod, Dominick)

Her info post here!

[nahoyasboyfriend]

After ten million years the Frakenkyle one shot is done! I'm free!!!!

[doing-something-unholy]

Hi im drunk and watching midnight mass again and yknow the vestments looked fuckin goofy to me at first and i really only liked the clerical suit/tab collars but,,, the roman collar and cassock and chasuble has really really grown on me 🥴💕

[inmaki]

pookie i need to know if you plan on doing a part three of that one virgin gojo fic w geto . for my mental health .

hehe read this ask i replied to <3

[heavens-sin]

updated my pinned really quick because again- i was unsatisfied lmao. but im curently working on open threads. then ill move onto the starters <3

[bhaalsbabe]

The Orin fluff is currently sitting at 1k words and it's slowly nearing the end 🥺

[the-future-was-yesterday]

~ Strange Reunion ~ [1/2]

LittleBigPlanet - Marlon Random x Reader

Summary: Ten years after moving away from Manglewood due to the terrible storm that flooded the place, you decide to return to your childhood home once more, only to reunite with an old friend who seems to have gone a little insane in your absence.

Manglewood. You looked back at the place with fond memories; and not just because you grew up there. Once the home of Bunkum's thriving film industry, it was now reduced to a sodden swamp and a dying town after the horrible storm that swept through the place all those years ago. How long has it been? A decade, maybe.

Part of what kept you thinking about Manglewood, however, was your childhood friend, Marlon Random. Always the funky, wacky actor-type. It's why he became one in the first place, and in what better place to become an actor than Manglewood?

You would take part in and help him practice with his acting and scripts, filling in for whatever role his 'character' was interacting with, despite your own lack of skill for acting. He never minded though—but it did always surprise you how in-the-moment he would get. He did always call himself a method actor.

It was the happiest time of both of your lives. You two never left each other's side, even when Marlon started becoming famous.

Well... until the storm hit.

You remembered how Manglewood was completely flooded. Businesses faltered and died, and it for sure seemed like the downfall of the town. Not to mention how difficult it was to get around because of the water submerging everything.

And that's when you had to move away... as everyone else had done. Of course you didn't want to leave Manglewood behind, but it was getting too difficult to live there.

But, as Marlon always was, he was dedicated to his craft. Acting was everything to him, and he wouldn't give up on the only place in Bunkum that could continue to give him that opportunity and fame. You knew how upset he was when you told him that you planned on leaving. He tried so hard to convince you to stay, but he knew in the end that it would be better for you if you moved on from Manglewood.

Your last day in Manglewood was spent with him, spending the whole day wandering the watery paths and reminiscing on the more recognizable buildings that were now either flooded, abandoned, or dead in business. Your final real memory with him was when you two finished the evening in your favorite spot by Manglewood's Great Tree, as you both had done many times before. And then you never saw him or heard from him again.

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You can't say for sure what reason made you want to visit Manglewood again. Manglewood Swamp, you should say now.

Perhaps it was to reminisce on older times... better times. It surprised you how so much could change about a place in just ten years or so. The flooded paths were just as you remembered them, but now covered in algae and moss, with muddied and filthy water covering much of the available ground. You probably should have worn rain boots, you thought.

You traversed cautiously over the wet ground, careful not to fall on the slippery moss. You expected to see at least one other person out and about, but nobody seemed to be nearby. Well, it was almost night, you supposed. It did take a little longer than you thought to get here. The dim evening glow of the sky had casted a scarlet shadow over Manglewood, giving you an oddly melancholic, though nostalgic feeling.

You made it onto the main path. It was still mossy and you had to watch your step, but it was a little more elevated than where you had previously been walking. You had no particular goal when you decided on revisiting Manglewood, simply opting to wander, and maybe you would be satisfied.

You caught sight of Manglewood's once famous film studio, once a grand building brimming with people; now just an abandoned building strewn with graffiti and old stickers. You approached wistfully, staring up at the large film reel structure sat atop the building. It seemed to be one of the only surviving parts of the construction.

You had never actually stepped inside the building before, but you know for sure that Marlon has. He had filmed there, of course.

Marlon... where was he now? You had nearly forgotten. Was he still here after all this time? Surely not... the current state of Manglewood was no place for an actor like him anymore. But a part of you longed to see him again, if that was even possible.

You remembered the way your stomach went queasy sometimes when he looked at you. The way he sometimes held your hand when you two walked together, how he would take you out for milkshakes late into the night, how he would practice his parts so passionately with you, treating you as if you were his faithful co-star. Even now, it's silly to think about, all these years later, how much you inwardly pined for him. But, you were too late to say anything, too late to tell him.

And then the storm tore you two apart.

You reluctantly passed by the film studio, taking one last glance at its unfortunate display before moving on. Despite having the urge to peek inside the abandoned building, you knew Manglewood wasn't completely a ghost town. You didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble.

Your thoughts, unfortunately, distracted you from an uneven patch of damp moss and your feet inadvertently slipped. You let out a yelp of surprise, your hands scrambling to grab at nothing but air as you fell backwards.

"Woah-ho there!" You hear a sudden voice exclaim, before a pair of arms catches you by your own from behind, and your back falls into someone's chest.