#me: doesn't write for several days

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[wereh0gz]

Is my discomfort with my boobs gender dysphoria, body dysmorphia, or just a general discomfort with the sensations of having a human body that comes with possible neurodivergency

[yeonban]

I might be ~quirky~ for this (welcome to my twisted mind and etc) but I genuinely have so much fun with shipping nowadays, ever since I chose to be singleship for each muse. I feel like my adhd has never allowed me to pour even half as much care and attention into a ship as I'd have loved to when I had multiple ones at the same time per muse, so being able to focus on a single romantic dynamic per muse really feels like a weight off my shoulders

[vulpinesaint]

literally evil for my sacred texts professor to assign a two hour movie. i would not sit down to watch a two hour movie for pleasure much less for class

[mitamicah]

I see a lot of people have made covers of the snippet of Everybody's Waiting (the new JO track)

I may do it too but at the same time I am hesitant given that I am 90% sure they won't see it (since everything else I'd ever made have never been noticed by them - Bojan's big share yesterday included) and if by chance it is getting seen I am not sure how I'd feel having the first thing noticed by them be just another cover

I am probably overthinking things again

[bumblingbabooshka]

-Turns to my Tuvok enjoyer followers as if I’m startled to see them- Um! What if....uh...fuck...what if...-looks through my notes- what if....oh, here we go; What if Tuvok and [crewmember of your choice] had to change into different clothes for some kind of mission and Tuvok was being weird about it and the other person was like “C’mon, what’s wrong with you??” and finally Tuvok sighed and undressed and he’s wearing underwear with some silly little pattern on it. -looks up- is that anything??

[nocentis]

Light of the Cove ┆ AU

Name: Jellal Fernandes Age: 29 Home Planet: Evra Status: Intergalactic Fugitive, Vagrant Affiliations: Pyk'ryan Rebel Faction Occupation: Defense Pilot, Supplier Classification: Carbon-based sentient life-form; bipedal, mammalian

Background: The universe at large has been dominated by the Lythrum for thousands of years.

Jellal spent many of his formative years helping to organize and direct his planet's department of defense. When his home was invaded, he helped lead the resistance against the Lythrum army. Unfortunately, the Evran Allied Forces were outnumbered and, subsequently, overpowered. His home was instated under Lythrum rule, and he, among many of his peers, was taken prisoner.

A select few of the Evran people inherited the ability to control the fundamental elements involved in nuclear fusion, such as helium and, eventually, hydrogen. Jellal was one of these generational Evrans, and as such, was the subject of study for a handful of years whilst held in captivity.

The prison ship which held him passed through a highly volatile, atypical magnetic field, which disrupted their technology and caused a shipwide blackout. During this blackout, Jellal managed to escape using an emergency pod and assigned his landing to the nearest heavenly body.

After nearly a week of drifting through the dense vacuum of space, breaking two days' rations into smaller and smaller pieces, his pod finally met the surface of a kingdom-sized asteroid. An ostensibly abandoned Lythrum outpost lay a few miles from where he landed, so he mustered what little of his strength remained, and he suited up for the journey, expecting to scavenge more supplies. When he stumbled through the outpost, he was met with hostility from its occupants — Pyk'ryan Rebel Captain Ynxa and their crew.

Over time, Jellal proved his credibilty to Ynxa and their crew, and joined the Rebellion as an official member. Due to his Evran stature, he became one of their main suppliers, often sneaking into Coves and "borrowing" precious supplies — namely fuel and advanced technologies — from especially heinous fugitives to stoke his rebel faction.

Lythrum: A bipedal mammalian species most often known for their cruel and destructive nature. Most Lythrum have thick skin with short, fine fur in a range of red-yellow hues. Their ears are typically long and pointed, though they come in a range of shapes and sizes. They might be described as fox-like by humans.

Cove: An intergalactic black market typically found on asteroids or small heavenly bodies far outside of claimed star systems. These markets are unregulated and often avoided by Lythrum forces, but they are lawless wastelands wherein there is no true authority and no protection.

[verishere]

Your trademark is definitely great amazing and incredible poetry, but LOTR is also something I really associate w you

Ahhh thank you! The poetry is honestly what I was expecting (half my OC posts are poetry at this point) but also what I was hoping for. Over 95% of my effort shown on either of my blog is poetry they take so FUCKING LONG, the last one took 3 days and at least like 10 hours of writing for 40 lines. So thank you!

Also yeah LOTR is a third of my personality at this point. I write and talk like how Tolkien wrote sometimes.

[sysig]

I’ll be fine, I just have to get it all out of my system (Patreon)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[imwritesometimes]

wouldn't it be funny if I could write again lollollol........

[cookinguptales]

so my intention was to space out my wwdits tarot posts a little so I'm not spamming the tag too much but the posts that I've already written are starting to build up lmao

so uh, thoughts?

the "post whenever but not exceeding one per day" means sometimes you might get like 5 days in a row and then I wander off to the shadow realm and then come back and do 5 days in a row again.

also, just a reminder that if you want to follow (or block!) this project, I'm tagging it with "#wwdits tarot"

[scionshtola]

figure my heart out

summary: Mirren tries to want someone new. It doesn't work like she hoped. pairing: Mirren Sero x Aeran Kellis, Mirren Sero x Veyer Krellion (sort of/minor) word count: 691 | rating: Teen | read on ao3 notes: Mirren's thoughts during the Veyer gallery make out hehe

Mirren should step away.

She’s encouraged Veyer far too much already. She’d seen the way they looked at her in the library after the meeting and she had sought them out in the gallery anyway. But they had been kind to her, too, comforting her when the news about Sirin had overwhelmed her. When she’d seen them out here, clearly waiting for her, she’d hoped—she’d needed more of the same, after—

Maybe it was a mistake, Mirren. Looking for you in Karth.

Veyer’s hand is warm on her bare shoulder, their lips brushing her ear as they whisper to her. She should put distance between them. More than that, she should leave the gallery behind and everyone watching her with it.

Their fingers slide over the curve of her hip. She should stop them, should want to stop them. She hardly knows Veyer. That alone is usually enough to make the touch unpleasant, to make her shy away. They’re close enough that she can feel their breath on her cheek.

She’d been tired and angry when she’d walked up to them in the gallery, still upset after the things Aeran had said. Veyer had asked after her, comforted her again even when she pretended she didn’t need it. Maybe that is why she doesn’t feel the need to draw away, why she covers Veyer’s fingers with her own, inviting them even closer.

It doesn’t ever matter what anyone else wants as long as you get what you’re after.

Veyer hasn’t hidden what they want from her. It’s refreshing, after the night she’s had, after the confusing disparity between Aeran’s cruel words and the strange regret in his eyes as he said them. She knows what they want, and it’s easy. Uncomplicated. She can want it, too.

They pull her in with one arm around her waist, their smile growing. She can want someone new, someone that’s not Aeran. She can want their fingers pressing lightly to her lips, their desiring gaze that heats her skin, their murmurs in her ear, their fingers cupping her chin.

Mirren lets it all happen, asks for more with her own heavy lidded gaze, the shivers of excitement that dance down her spine, the way her breath catches in her chest when they look at her. She wants them to touch her, to pull her against them, to lean in…

Veyer kisses her, their body pressing her against the stone archway. They’re speaking to her in between kisses, but she can’t concentrate on the words, and not only because she is too preoccupied with their lips against her neck.

The truth is you need me more than I need you, you always do—

She pulls them closer, fingers clutching at their jacket. She wants this. She can prove to herself that he wasn’t right, that she doesn’t need him—someone who keeps things from her, someone who shot her—more than he needs her. She can go through with this, can keep kissing them, can let them lead her away from the gallery for more. If Aeran saw her right now, he would know, too. If Aeran saw her right now…

Veyer’s lips at the hollow of her throat are too much, their hands too heavy as they caress her through her serithan. A different, more familiar kind of shiver ripples through her, unpleasant, as she stiffens in Veyer’s grasp.

She doesn’t want Aeran to see them. Whatever he said to her, whatever he was hiding from her, she doesn’t want to hurt him. Her fingers uncurl from Veyer’s jacket, the palms of her hands sliding to their shoulders to give her some room to breathe.

Maybe she needs Aeran more than he needs her. Or maybe she would be better off following Veyer out of the gallery to a private corner of the palace. It doesn’t matter. She knows what she really wants, what she’s wanted ever since he held her hand on the white sands of Tol Covere nearly a year ago. She’s not going to find it in Veyer’s hands, or their lips, or their body pressed against hers. 

Mirren steps away.

[beastsovrevelation]

I really thought the Millory Arranged Marriage Ch1 would be short and sweet. But, apparently, why not add a bunch of random scenes?.. Why not have Michael take Mallory to a satanist party?.. Why not have the actual wedding in Ch1?

I even wondered about including smut, but... No.

[catboydan]

I finally rewatched Good Omens s1 and watched Good Omens s2 and I'm now crying, they've been pining since the very beginning of everything and they deserve happiness not that ending they got

you know what though? we're gonna get there. THEY are gonna get there. they're gonna get that cottage in the south downs, and all we have to do is harass the studios to pay their workers so the strikes can end and we'll finally get to see our ineffable idiots have a happy ending ;-;

[unproduciblesmackdown]

one in a million when i watch smthing in the horror genre and don't end up disappointed to/and/or pissed off about it so like "also yeah i liked it. ooo" is like relative to that an off the charts rave review of media of the millennium. also i did think about mh a lot along the way so would recommend its affect/effect if you like mh's horror too