#posts that have 10k in my heart

[funshinebf]

does anyone want to fondle my boobs in a platonic way

[beanghostprincess]

A tale of daisies & larkspurs

For @sanusoweek || Day 2: Fairy Tale / WLW (pretend this was posted on time)

Relationship: Sanji/Usopp (F/F)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Recommend reading on Ao3 but the main ones are: Transphobia, gender dysphoria, child/domestic abuse, and violence (I swear this is happy too don't get tricked by my angst)

Chapters: 14/14

Summary:

‘I love you’, her mother always says. ‘My precious daughter. My angel.’ But her father’s words are still louder. “It is the only thing he will never be able to obtain.” He turns around to approach her numb body, as she uses her last efforts to hold on to Pedro’s armor. Judge doesn’t smile, but he has all the fun in the world when he frowns with disgust at his son. Son. “A true love kiss.” — Usopp smells like wild berries, daisies, and wood. Like ancient books, fire, and dirt. Like chemicals, poison, and deadly flowers. Like sunlight, wet grass, and thousands of thousands of songs Sanji hasn’t been able to hear. It is impossible to know what a song smells like, but she is quite sure they all have the scent of that music box Usopp made for her. She always brings gifts whenever she comes. It makes the princess feel less trapped and more… It wouldn’t be more, since she isn’t even a bit free. But it makes her feel free. Liberation, that’s what she smells like. Freedom.

Read on Ao3!!!

More of my works!

Check out @aimtodraw's fanart here!!! I loved it so so much and I had to hold myself back from screaming in the middle of work when I saw it--

Also @the-orion-inexpirience's art I asked them to draw quite obviously inspired by this fic!!!!!!! It inspired me so much to keep writing!!!

[littlespoonevan]

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[starlightvld]

Broken Bones and Shattered Hearts

The stately church stares down at John like a priest looming over an unrepentant sinner. It's one of those gothic-style buildings with sweeping arches, intricate stained glass windows, and a massive, spired bell tower, and all John can think is that he hasn't been in a church since his mother's funeral seven years ago.

Weak morning sunlight breaks through the greening trees, attempting to wash away the ominous mood, but it's not the spring morning or the church or even the reality of one of his best mates tying the knot that has him sitting motionless in the driver's seat, heat radiating from his chest and creeping up his collar. He slips a finger between fabric and skin and grimaces at the sheen of sweat gathered under the fabric.

The pinstripe collar is a choker, the blue silk tie a noose to hang himself on his own anxiety.

He inhales and exhales long and slow. 

Kyle is waiting for him. He can't very well sit in his fucking car all day.

He doesn't move.

A cacophony of indignant bird calls reach him through the glass, and he finally moves enough to lean over the steering column to see a cardinal building a nest in the tree above, its partner fluttering around and squawking at another bird who dared get too close. Somehow, the protectiveness of the action makes everything feel closer. More real.

John swallows hard and rests his forehead on the wheel.

He's not sitting in the car because of a wedding or because he's ashamed of the cane he still relies on during long days of being up and about. It's a rather dashing cane, if he does say so himself, all carved wood and filigreed metal. He even spruced it up with a blue ribbon to match his blue suit for the occasion.

No, he's sitting there because he knows other people will be at the wedding. People he hasn't seen in nearly three years.

Or… not people. A person. In the singular. 

The thought of seeing one fucking person is driving him to an anxiety attack in his car on a cool Saturday morning in May.

He grits his teeth and pulls in a few more deep breaths, pushing thoughts of brown eyes and wavy golden hair from his memories. He told Kyle he would be fine seeing Simon again. And he will.

He will.

If it's the last thing he does before his broken legs and shattered heart give out for good, he will do this.

He pushes the car door open. A light breeze cools the heat building under his collar. He grabs his cane, pulls himself out of the car, and heads for the church.

[codecicle]

Rebloging a post and putting "posts that have 10k. to me" or something in the tags but the post had nearly triple that and I just wanted to humble the op

[smolalienbee]

'don't look at me like that' with geraskier or geraskefer for the prompts?? ❤

thanks, Chrysa!!

ended up going with geraskier for this one and I feel like this should have another 5k of backstory to fully make sense but hopefully it’s good as it is too!

They've been walking side by side for hours and Geralt has yet to take his eyes off Jaskier. At first, it seems like the bard is oblivious to the yellow eyes piercing into his side, but it's only a matter of time before he glances over as well, once, twice, until eventually he huffs in annoyance.

"Don't look at me like that," he mutters and walks faster, though not so fast that Geralt wouldn't be able to keep up.

"Like what?"

"Like you don't recognize me anymore."

Geralt drops his gaze. He says nothing - doesn't know what to say. Because the truth of the matter is... Jaskier is right. He doesn't recognize him, not anymore, not when the man in front of him feels like the shell of a bard Geralt used to know. There's a haunted look in his eye, a hollowness to him, like something is missing...

"You have... changed."

"I'd hope so. It's been decades, since we last saw each other."

"That's not..." Geralt sighs.

"Spit it out already."

"It isn't a good thing."

Jaskier laughs. He tosses his head back and laughs with his whole body, but the sound rings hollow in the air that surrounds them. Geralt flinches.

“And whose fault do you believe it is, darling?”

When Jaskier stops laughing, it’s as sudden as it was when he started. He doesn’t move anymore and the blue of his eyes is dull as their gazes meet. Geralt doesn’t want to look at him, doesn’t want to see him like this. He finds that he’s desperate to remember Jaskier as he used to be, to remember the youthful joy that used to be in his expression.

Jaskier holds his gaze steadily, though, and Geralt knows that if he looked away, he’d just make matters worse.

(Is it even possible, for this to be any worse?)

“Yeah,” Jaskier breathes out after a moment, when Geralt doesn’t respond. “I thought so.”

With that, he puts a clear end to the conversation. He walks forward once more and for the first time, it is Geralt’s job to follow and follow he does - all while aching for something that is long gone, despite the reminder of it being right in front of him.

Not just any something, Geralt realizes in that moment.

It's the heart, that is missing. Jaskier's heart.

[offonaherosjourney]

"Aww, it's so cute that Tumblr users keep old posts circulating". Thanks, it's because the search feature is irremediably broken

[elysianymph]

the fact that throughout writing my regulus pov wip (with reg having huge crushes on lily and james) i've went from being barty (the teasing little shit) to being regulus (the poor boy too in love to think straight) is so humiliating

[gale-in-space]

Girls will love a guy covered in blood until he’s got dermatillomania 🙄

[twilitlegend]

Things I'm craving: reva/link, and long-fic gen-fic about totk ganondorf 😔

[gh0str3c0rd3r]

ermm.. girl.. the crows are pickinbg away at my organs again🫤🫤

[squireofgeekdom]

Folks who have been following ‘with echoes in my heart’ have been SUPER patient for the second half and i just wanted to give y’all a little progress update -- I’ve got 21 scenes written, 5 that are partially done, and 7-8 to write, depending on how I decide to split one set. The draft of this half is already definitely over 13k. 😂 I’ve been making progress I’ve been really happy with, so hopefully it won’t be another 6 months for it to be finished. 😅

For fans of my Flash fic I’m also working on my Harry and Cisco (and Eobard) centric Pacific Rim AU, Ghosts in Your Head, Ghosts in My Head, and I’m really happy with how that’s coming along! It’s currently something around 26k, I’ve got... 33 scenes drafted, 11 mostly done, 7 with about a chunk done, and 5 to write completely. Dang. That actually makes it feel a lot closer to being fully drafted than it had before I went through and counted. It’s been almost a year since I first went “i might be Compelled to write this” so all that’s been written has been fully Earned with sweet time XD

[rahabs]

Trying to work up the will to work on my TBB fic is a Herculean affair when every time I sit down I remember last year’s TBB and how monumentally depressed and burnt out I was afterwards, and honestly how sad I still get when I think about it.

[vamptastic]

Wait fuck shit fuck and hell it's April. If I want to get top surgery this summer I need to get on that posthaste

[pyrriax]

i think i'll spontaneously combust when i hit 20k posts on this blog. what the hell. (my queue is putting in the work. also the multiple reblogs of the same posts because i have a Point to make.)

[inklingofadream]

I don't usually have to do a huge amount of editing for fic stuff, usually adding or subtracting sentences here and there or frankensteining two attempts at the same bit of story so they agree with each other in the good bits and the bad bits are gone, but I'm going to have to do just. a STAGGERING amount of cutting and probably rewriting what I'm working on atm.

probably because it is, in essence, characters explaining their actual current situation and the attendant emotions in ways that would make sense to a stranger and i. SUCK. at talking about emotions in a manner that takes less than 20 minutes