#omg will I ever write all these

[narukoibito]

For the WIP game, I feel like I need to ask about

when the smoke clears

eternal sunshine

(amazing titles)

Thank you @thegirlwhowrites642 for the title compliments! 🥹 I like them too!

when the smoke clears

This fic. This fic. I have been struggling with for ages! It's my amnesia!Ginny fic, built on an ask annerb got about gone was any trace of you on what she thought it would be like if Ginny were the one with amnesia. I've been REALLY stuck rewriting the beginning over and over, and I still don't feel like I have it down. It might be time to give up on it... 😭

But here's a snippet I do like:

“She should come home,” Molly insisted. Ginny fought the urge to roll her eyes as they continued to talk about her when she was right there. Harry gave Molly a tight, polite smile, but then looked again at Ginny. There was an intensity behind his gaze that made it hard to look away. “Ginny should decide.” “Harry, you can’t be serious—she’s confused and unwell,” Molly said flushing. “How can she decide when she doesn’t remember anything?” Something on Ginny’s face must have encouraged him because he continued. “What do you want to do?” Harry asked her, still looking straight at Ginny. Arthur placed his hand on Molly’s shoulders again, which seemed to quiet the argument that no doubt was rising. “What are my options?” “You can go with your parents,” he said with a small smile. “Go back to the Burrow.” “You can stay in your old bedroom,” Molly said, the words rushing out as if they simply couldn’t hold themselves back. “I can cook all your favorites and look through photo albums. It might spark something.” “Or?” Ginny asked, her eyes flickering back to Harry, for somehow the others in the room seemed to naturally look to him as the leader despite his age. “Or,” Harry drew out the word slowly. “Or you can go back with me. To our flat.”

eternal sunshine

Haha somehow you also selected the SECOND amnesia!Ginny story! But very different. In this story, Ginny was taken during DH (uhhh wow I really do have quite a few variations on the same trope), but she’s been gone for several years and everyone suspects the worst. Harry is hardened (this is a Harry who felt his future was stolen from him) and far more vengeful. This isn’t a Harry who gives Voldemort a chance to repent.

During the anniversary of Ginny’s disappearance, there’s a huge raid at a Death Eater hideout. He is out for blood— he gets caught up fighting and chasing one particularly tricky death eater, and all Harry can’t think beyond his wall of rage and then hexes them, catching the death eater mask, which cracks apart. And there, to his shock, is Ginny.

Annnnnd then I still have to figure out the rest! Bahahaha! 😘

Shoot — I have to leave on a second road trip with in laws (thought I’d get a break but Mr. Naru is desperate for a buffer). Thank you all for the asks and your encouragement (it means a lot when I’m in such a writing drought)! I promise I’ll get to the rest of your asks in time!

[sleepwalkersqueen]

NEW FEAR OF YOU CONTENT AHH

Not even written by me! @dahvampire wrote an entire fanfiction for Fear of you, check it out!! <3

Pretty much this dynamic:

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[oceanwithouthermoon]

hc that kusuo gets nervous about texting and phone calls because hes used to knowing peoples intentions at all times so he just has severe phone anxiety

he hates making plans over the phone because hes always thinking what if they're trying to prank me and i wont know until im there, what if kusuke did something again like what happened with toritsuka, what if they somehow found out about my powers and are calling me over to tell me we cant be friends anymore, etc.

his friends, in particular aiura who probably constantly wants to text and facetime, help him learn that there are people he can trust that he doesnt need to have this fear over

[wetchickenbreast]

found an old miraculous fic i wrote years ago and i thought tumblr might enjoy some screenshots:

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday (early cause im offline tmrw)

When the dust settles, Obi-Wan is surprised to find himself still standing.

It takes all of him, he thinks, the end of the war. It takes everything he has.

He used to wonder, in a distant, nebulous way, what it would feel like in the aftermath. How his life would return to the routines he held before Geonosis, if the cadence of Temple life would feel strange and unfamiliar to him after so long spent in the trenches. If he would miss the sound of his men behind and around him, the steady stream of words and laughter and presence of others, at all times, surrounding him.

It’s only when the dust settles, when the first grains of sand whip through the arid desert air to sting his eyes, that he realizes that every time he ever allowed himself to think about the end of the war, he’d always assumed that they would win. He had never truly thought they would be defeated. That the Jedi Order, the Temple itself, so strongly entrenched in the galaxy and in Coruscant and in Obi-Wan’s world view, were capable of falling.

He had cautioned others against the same assumptions the moment he heard them. He had warned his own padawan to not look too far into the future, to not plan too much for the war’s end. He had told many people—clones, civilians, holonet reporters, other Jedi—that it was dangerous to think of the war as something they would inevitably win. Nothing was inevitable, especially not victory.

But he realizes now, only now, only as he traverses the desert on the back of a stolen eopie, wearing robes still smelling so strongly of volcanic sulfur that his eyes are stinging with reactionary tears, that he’d thought. He’d always thought. 

He’d never really considered…this.

This aftermath, where he is still standing on shaking legs and everything that he has ever cared for in the world has become ash, has become the dust settling around him.

Everything he has ever known and loved and fought for has slipped through his fingers. When the dust settles, when he looks down at his hands, he expects to find them empty.

Instead, there is a baby in his arms.

And he knows—he knows intimately how much damage these hands are capable of. What hurt these hands can inflict even on those he loves. Loved. 

He knows, as the homestead rises up in the fading light of the two suns, that these hands should not cradle this baby. Not the son of the man he has murdered. Not his brother’s son. Not his padawan’s. Not Anakin’s.

He knows the babe is safest here on this farm in the care of this couple. He knows he must leave the child with them, to raise and love a thousand times better than he is capable of. He has tried before. He has failed one Skywalker already.

He knows. 

And he can’t. He cannot let him go.

While the Galactic empire rises on one side of the galaxy, the dust settles on the other and Obi-Wan Kenobi looks down at the babe in his hands and realizes that he cannot let him go.

Not another Skywalker.

[amvro]

pairing: amuro tooru x gn!reader

summary: he’s overworked and he needs some well deserved rest.

cw: none :)

It was as if he could do anything. He could start his day at the cafe and save a few people before coming that night, and because of this, it was terribly easy to forget that he too, is human like everyone else.

He was a little too good at pushing himself when he needed to most. When he needed some rest, but a call comes in asking for some extra help on a mission. Or the cafe suddenly asking him to open up the next morning because someone's unable to make their shift. He was always able to say yes and exceed everyone's expectations no matter the job.

For this exact reason, he was often given far more work than your average person, and this is not to mention he had three different faces he was juggling. Yet, even through all this work, it looked effortless to him. He never seemed to be struggling and he was always on task, so no one would suspect he actually was tired and a little rest was necessary for this hardworking man.

However, you would never miss it. Not the small eyebags that appeared just below his eyes and definitely not the sighs that he would let out every once in a while. He needed some rest, but you knew better than anyone that he wouldn't listen if you simply told him to, he would just push himself a little more. He's a little too good at that.

You knew when his next day off was, but you also knew he was planning to get all his household chores done and caught up with that day, and you weren't going to let that happen. He needed to rest. So there you were, two days before his day off, cleaning around to surprise him. You were absolutely ready to take the whole day and the next if you had to, but it was much better than you had expected. Of course, he still had most of his daily chores covered through all his work. Needless to say, you were excited about his day off.

Before long, his day off had finally come. He woke up bright and early like he always did, went out for a little jog, and did his little routine. He had gotten back home and he was ready to take out the garbage when he realized it was already done, which he found terribly skeptical. He then went to check the laundry which was also already done, not to mention everything seemed a lot cleaner than he had left it. Immediately, his eyes widened and he knew it was you, and he was ashamed he hadn't noticed earlier.

As if on cue, you rang the doorbell and he opened it up. You looked at his running wear and you realized he had already gone and ran.

"You're already done! Aw, that's too bad... I was going to tell you to sleep in some more first," you said and gave him a little kiss as you walked in.

"Thank you so much," he said, a little lost for words and you smiled.

"Oh, don't mention it. Go take a shower, I'll borrow your kitchen by the way," you said, pushing him towards his bathroom.

"I'm sorry, you just came but I think I will," he said, looking apologetic and you told him there was nothing for him to feel sorry for.

While he was in the shower, you decided to make a few mug cakes. Very simple 5-minute ones, because his showers were too short for anything special. Now, they took much longer than the five minutes they were advertised to take, but it was still done by the time he had gotten out of the shower.

You were sitting on the couch with a blanket and the mug cakes on the coffee table when he walked out of the shower. You had been dating for a while now, but gosh was he still so stunning with his wet hair.

"Come sit and eat while it's still warm!" you said. "I'll dry your hair."

"No, it's okay, you should relax," he said and you immediately looked at him, shocked.

"If anyone needs to relax it's you," you said and forced him to sit down so you could dry his hair, which he had no choice but to give into.

It was a lovely time, there were hardly any words said as the sound of the dryer was a little too loud, but it was comforting. He was eating your very quickly put-together mug cake while you were drying his silky hair. Every other bite he would feed you some as you were busy drying his hair, and you couldn't ask for more. Nothing could make you happier and the same went for him.

Once your mug cakes were finished and his hair was dry, you snuggled into his bed and pulled him in.

"We're going to sleep," you said, already comfortable under his blanket.

"No, we really don't have to. We finally have a day off together, we should go somewhere you want to," he said.

"Well, I want to be here right now. With you," you said, completely certain that that was what you wished for. "I really want some more sleep today and I can't sleep without you so you're going to have to tag along."

He couldn't help but smile. He slowly snuck in and you snuggled up right next to him as he kissed the top of your head. It was sweet, and that was it. It didn't have to be anything more and it was all he wanted for the past few weeks. He truly didn't know how you managed to notice and he couldn't imagine himself with anyone other than you. You had to be the one.

"Thank you so much," he said, again. "For noticing."

"Noticing what?" you said with a smile, playing dumb. "I just wanted some extra sleep with you. I hope you don't mind on your first day off in a while."

"There is nothing more I could possibly ask for," he said and wrapped his arms around you. Before long, he was fast asleep and you couldn't help but smile. You knew he was tired and you didn't know how to get him to rest.

You kissed him softly and whispered, "I am always here for you," before falling asleep as well, but you would never find out that he was awake to hear those words. Nor will you ever find out that he fell even more in love with you that day.

[gifti3]

Arranged marriage au with asmo

I need asmo to be in some type of royal otome slowburn manhwa

ramblings ramblings

the drama guys....the DRAMA! dont tell me a bunch of nonsense wouldnt happen

remember the post where i was like indifferent/passive aggressive asmo becoming curious about the MC fics are peak

similar thing is happening here! honestly i think theres some resentment coming from asmos side at first but mc is like ay....you do ur thing and i do mine

im not gonna make u do anything u dont want, i dont have any expectations from this arrangement. lets just try not to make each of our lives hell u know

lol i bet when asmo first meets MC after finding out that hes supposed to marry them he's like thinking "......ig theyre not that bad looking"😒 (he literally would have been flirting with them in any other circumstance)

hmmm mc needs to be apart of a pretty influential family i think since this is gonna be a political type marriage

and asmo,,,,i feel like he doesnt really engage in the specifics when it comes to politics or anything. it's just not something thats important to him. he has his side hobbies and business endeavors that cares about. But topics outside of those things are left up to his family

so perhaps one day, the head of the family (i wanna say lucifer but since i want the person in this role to give off more a mysterious vibe, where his word is final michael might be a better choice) is like... this specific family...theyre kinda important and we want them on our side so get married to their eldest who has rejected every other person ever but has agreed to marry and since u dont do much when it comes to political affairs im gonna have you do this whether you want to or not

and asmo is just like....HUH he tries to get lucifer to help him out here but lucifers like...yea dads not budging sorry lil bro (he doesnt say it like that but similar sentiment lmao)

now mc never really wanted to get married cause they didnt wanna have to go through the motions against their will and they like their life as is but their parents have been breathing down their neck about marriage for years now. And now that this BIG opportunity has present itself to their parents, it feels like the pressure is really on now! at first mc is like shit...idk if i can weasel my way outta this one

and then......they realized that maybe this could probably work out in their favor actually.....

mc agreed to married him cause asmo has a bit of a reputation as a partier and a playboy

with asmo they feel like things can stay as they are for the most part if they let him continue to do as he pleases (not like they could have stopped him if they wanted to lol)

everything can be the same, they can still live their own separate lives, just now they have the title of spouses!

and thats the plan, like i said before asmo comes in being a bit rude at first but it kinda changes to indifference and a little passive aggressiveness once MC is like...yo chill im not gonna shit on ur parade. i just wanna be left to my own things. you do you sir

yes thats the plan...thats supposed to be the plan and it was going as mc expected for a good while

but as we know if u put something or someone in front of asmo enough times hes gonna get curious

[puddii-ng]

10K LIKES!!!! WHAATTT!!! OMG

(og tumblr pic under the read more)

[spacexseven]

Pls can you do part 2 of yandere reader falling out of love with Dazai or perhaps like someone barging into readers room or place and drags yandere reader out to take them somewhere or show them something next day when Dazai was at the cafe under the detective agency he sees reader talking to the person from yesterday and sees reader smiling at the person the person says something that makes reader blush the person leads them out of the cafe and go somewhere perhaps the person has the same attachment to yandere reader or is the reason why reader lost interest since someone is reciprocating their feelings

Ps I hope I’m not bothering you you don’t have to do this

requests are closed plsssss :< but to make up for my kind of disappearing i pulled this together overnight T^T following the original timeline where reader stabs fyodor.

this was all kinds of wrong.

you weren't supposed to be smilling at someone else, not when just a month ago you were staring up at him with that lopsided smile and excited glimmer in your eyes, following him around like a lost puppy on an impromptu lunch break instead of working on a case. you weren't supposed to have walked into the agency and leave right when the clock hit 1, practically skipping out of the building without even glancing at dazai. and perhaps he shouldn't have slipped out right after you, following you with increasingly growing frustration as you strolled down the street to meet with...whoever that was, but this was only fair.

after all, someone had to keep you in check, right?

dazai wasn't stupid. he knew very well that you would eventually reach your limit. after all, he couldn't care to throw you a bone of attention or a scrap of affection despite the way you wagged your tail at every word that left his mouth from the moment you met him. it was either you crumbled and gave into your growing obsession with him, or your feelings...fizzled out, and you manage to talk yourself out of whatever infatuation you trapped yourself in. he wasn't stupid, but he convinced himself that the former was the only real outcome. he lied to himself.although he knew this was a possibility, words couldn't describe how much he hated seeing that leech lock fingers with you. it felt like his heart was being squeezed. this wasn't right, this wasn't how it was supposed to turn out. how could it be that just a few months ago you cradled his bloody body after disposing of his attacker, and now you were...betraying him?

right, that's what this was. betrayal. you came in out of nowhere, all stupidly lovesick and stumbling over your words, starry-eyed after every interaction with him and desperate for even a second of his time, and here you were now, all of a sudden perfectly unbothered.

the sight made his skin crawl. how could you so laugh with someone else so easily? he wondered if you'd be mad if he ripped those prying hands away from yours. you shouldn't be mad, if anything, he was the one being wronged. the one being cheated and made a fool of.

and then, you look over your shoulder, as if sensing his presence. your eyes lock and he grins deviously, deciding that look in your eye was satisfaction. he should have realized sooner that this was just a plot to get his attention. jealousy was a cheap game, but he knew it was working. how stupid of him! he was playing right into your hands. falling for such a poorly concealed trick...he smiled to himself, relieved.

at least he knew for sure now that this was a ploy.

in that case...you wouldn't be upset if he were to repay the favor from that time in the alley, would you? maybe he'll send you a picture, a souvenir for you to keep. he's read your journal—he knows what you like, what you want him to do. and he'll deliver. he'll make up for all the rude remarks and scorning laughs. he'll play your little game, but after this stunt, he'll have to make some new rules.

[jetii]

Your writing is phenomenal! Like I am totally obsessed. The way you capture emotion is BEAUTIFUL, you are SUCH an inspiration. Thank you so much for sharing your work with us <3

Wow, thank you! That’s such an amazing compliment? Inspiring others is all I can ever hope for really, and I hope you post your works soon if you haven’t already, I’m sure there’s a ton of people out there that want to read them, myself included. 💙

I was going to make a separate post about this, but I actually have pretty severe alexithymia, or emotional blindness. I’m not really capable of feeling or naming my own emotions, and I honestly can’t relate at all to 99% of the feelings expressed in my work. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced most of them in the way that I write them, at least not that I can remember.

I usually just write what I’m guessing is correct based on media and what other people have told me, so it’s always nice to hear I’m doing a good job!

[nordicbananas]

lol i love pretending i know how music works haha

[pa-pa-plasma]

quite frankly i am shocked & disappointed with the Phandom for the lack a werewolf AUs. where is your fucking awoo

[kairithemang0]

A silly little SK appreciation post (may or may not be silly and or little)

Wow, 15 years. One long time, isn't it? I feel like starkid has sorta become a personality trait of mine. I'm the "starkid obsessed" one in my friend group. I make it very very obvious that I adore this group, everything they've done. From the fandom least favorites, to their most adored shows, I love it all. I don't think I'd really be the same person without these shows. I feel like that's a really big thing to say about something I'm not a part of nor have I been in the fandom for too long (i mean 2 and a half years is kinda long?) but I do think I can say I wouldn't be the same. It's gotten me into musicals that aren't Hamilton, that's already a great thing they've done! I've met some of the most amazing people through this fandom, talking about the shows themselves, they've made me laugh, cry, and throw things at my wall more than most pieces of media ever could. I'm rewatching avpm and just finding myself feeling really nostalgia for that old starkid feel. I mean I'm SO excited for Cinderella's Castle, I think from a technical standpoint it'll be their best show yet, but that put together college vibe just hits something for me, I can't describe it. The poorly made sets, the cheap costumes, the fact it's so low quality just makes it a better experience. And the music from these shows is just spectacular! Starkid has some of the best composers ever, I don't know how they find such talent.

I feel that since Hatchetfield released, npmd especially, those older shows aren't as talked about. Which is fair, we may be running out of things to talk about, but I think just rewatching them is an experience. If you haven't gone back and seen starkids older shows, there's truly no better time to start than now. You won't regret it. The fact some of yall don't know the amazing talent of their older actors hurts my soul to think about, we need more appreciation for just all the actors that aren't in the Hatchetfield shows.

Anyways, long story short, starkid is amazing, it's changed my life for the better, I love you all members of SK (doubt any of them will see this but I'll say it anyways), something something fuck clivesdale, something something this is all jafar's fault, and it's been totally awesome :)

[fitzrove]

Started watching a "problem with greek myth retellings" video and it began with a blurb montage like "Condemned by the misogynist guys of history, this is the true girlboss feminist story of [A WOMAN]" and like. brb writing one of those about crown prince rudolf. It's ok he's like a misunderstood girlboss to me<3

[p4nishers]

can we actually take a moment and remember swan upon leda? can we actually shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down and think about our lord and savior swan upon leda because i'm tired of doing it alone every single day guys