#slowly but steadily

[mac-lilly]

What's in the box, Julie?

A snippet of my ghostwriter AU.

Like a puppy, Luke loves snooping around. He also struggles with the concept of boundaries.

“What’s in the box, Julie?”

“None of your business,” Julie says. Her voice is surprisingly light. “The Box” has been a recurring theme throughout the evening. Ever since she unpacked the casket and put it on the coffee table, Luke’s been obsessed with it. At this point, Julie’s not sure if she should be irritated or amused.

Luke’s kneeling on the floor, eyes glued to the box. He’s so close – his nose is almost touching the lacquered wood. He’s inspecting the floral pattern that’s looping all over the crest. Julie painted it when she was 14.

“Oh, come on, please,” Luke continues. His voice is almost a whine. “It’s not like I can pick it up and open it.”

That makes Julie pause. Right, he couldn’t even hold his own pencil. She frowns at him.

“If you can’t touch objects, how is it you can sit in my fridge? Or jump on the counter?”

Luke shrugs.

“Yeah, it’s weird,” he agrees and then his attention is back on her box. Placing his hands on the glass top of her coffee table, he leans forward until his nose breaks through the wood.

“Hey, stop that! Keep your nose out of it!” Literally.  

“It’s too dark anyway,” Luke mumbles and retreats. He turns to Julie with pleading eyes. “Please! I’m dying of curiosity!”

Julie arches an eyebrow. “A bit dramatic, huh?”

“Please?”

“Does ‘Curiosity killed the cat’ ring a bell?”

Luke clicks his tongue. “Bit late for that.”

“But you just said ...,” Julie trails off when Luke flashes her a lopsided smirk. Ugh, ghosts!

[raayllum]

chapter: six of teach me how to name the bigger light prior chapter count: 4,718 updated chapter count: 5,517 snippet, accordingly:

“Right, right, sorry.” Terrestrius gave his staff and uneasy look. “So, uh, how do you know Claudia, anyhow?”

“I knew her,” Callum corrected, frowning and shouldering ahead, before the second bother could stick in his head. “Wait, Claudia seriously never mentioned me?”

“Should she have? She said you used to be friends—”

“If that’s all she’s told you, then no wonder you think you’re in love with her.” 

Terrestrius ran to catch up with him, both of them frowning. “Hey, that’s not fair—Claudia is kind and silly, and she’s actually a really good person—”

“Yeah, right—”

“Your girlfriend threatened to slit my throat open, thank you, I don’t think you get to—”

“Rayla wouldn’t have hurt you,” Callum burst, his mind catching up with his mouth a second later. Somehow, Rayla threatening this boy wasn’t too out of the loop—hadn’t she threatened Nyx, and even him, once upon a time? And he’d wondered how precisely she’d gotten the coins from Claudia for a while now, so maybe that factored in—but he also knew without a doubt that Claudia’s weird dumb boyfriend had been in very little actual true danger. “She doesn’t hurt innocent people.” He squinted; how did he know, truly know, that Terrestrius wasn’t also a dark mage like Claudia? Like—“If that is what you are.”

[perelka-l]

Inkwashes with senju bros and some inks chosen randomly 'w'

[getitoutofmymindwrites]

Eagerly anticipating part 3 of the falling/crushing, those two have not left my head!

Omg, bear with me, here!

It’s outlined, it’s half-written, all the major points have been laid out, the ending is almost fully written, but it needs to be flourished, nurtured and be lovingly wrapped up in a way that is giving me a stomachache. 🥹🫣

We’ll get there my dear anon!

Thanks for the love 💕

[dnfao3tags]

DNF Reclist - Epistolary

letters basically !

— Dear Dream, by Qekyo (teen | comp. | 19k)

the war au with letters and oscar wilde quotes.

— locker letters and skaterboys by hiclaire (teen | comp. | 47k)

a british exchange student meets a skaterboy who incontrovertibly hates him. it doesn't help that he finds himself with an anonymous penpal with the name "dream," the same day.

— Papercuts & Stamps by discountsimp, lxcuxex (teen | comp. | 213k)

A week later, a green envelope was waiting for him on his pillow when he came home from school. The handwriting was messy, but readable. He’d heard back from a boy he’d never known the name of.

— take me to monaco by offday (expl. | comp. | 2k)

I become sad when I think of talking about stray cats with you, George, Dream writes before he taps the drying ink on his desk, poking little holes into the wood. It’s scratching, but he doesn’t care. It makes me think of starting a home with you, and you don’t want that. You are a man who wants to stick his head from the window and listen to the gunshots we leave behind. You want to break ribs and leave them broken. But that’s okay, George. Break my ribs. Leave them broken.

Part 1 of let me be yours

— in pencil & on paper by effervescentlies (teen | comp. | 5k)

George’s senior year of high school goes off without a hitch — that is, until he starts receiving love letters in his locker from a secret admirer. Surely Dream, his best friend and the captain of the football team, has nothing to do with it.

— words don't come easy by buildyourfences (teen | comp. | 2k)

@Dream: I wrote you a letter of recommendation too but mine was ridiculously suspicious George reads the drafts of Dream's ridiculously suspicious letter of recommendation.

[helila]

There is knowledge beyond language. It’s not primitive; it’s precise. It’s our human language that’s the approximation. Dogs have this knowledge. We have it too, somewhere, but it’s harder to access; when we privilege that which can be expressed in words, we lose touch or lose faith in that knowledge that lies beyond them. Molly knows what’s happening, like all animals know. Like the bear who knows to rest in winter, and the bird who knows to fly south. Molly knows better than you do. She knows all of this. She knows.

She is preparing herself. When she dreams. When she wakes up in the morning. When she rests by your side. She is preparing in ways you can’t understand, although maybe you can learn from them. She knows that you’re walking her to the door.

—My Dog Is Getting Older. How Do I Prepare for the Loss of My Best Friend?—

[yepthatsacowalright]

Today marks 3 months straight of me tweeting Netflix to ask for a Blu-ray/DVD release of Midnight Mass. Thought I’d share some highlights with any Tumblr friends who (very understandably) don’t use Twitter.

[patronsaint-ofthedenial]

Jesse when you grow up will you be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned Jesse

[wearethewitches]

i am ridiculously happy my laptop is taking forever to charge, because it means the battery is actually working

[ruporas]

endless love!

[ID Two drawing collage pages of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. In the first collage, top corner, Wolfwood looks upwards disgruntled with a flushed expression, lying against a pillow, as his hair is being pet by Vash's hand. Next shows Vash and Wolfwood from behind, Wolfwood with his top bare and hickies covers around his nape area. Vash lifts hair away from his nape and asks, "More?" Wolfwood nervously says, "No." Next is a side profile of Vash, his arms around Wolfwood from behind while Wolfwood rests his hands against Vash's arms. Next to this are two smaller drawings; Vash turns to Wolfwood and says repetitively, "Wolfwood, Wolfwood..." Wolfwood, not looking at him, says "What?" He finally turns his head and looks shocked as he exclaims, "So close!" Vash says plainly, "You just noticed?" Below these is a drawing of Vash and Wolfwood sitting together as Vash kisses and hugs him from behind with his right arm around Wolfwood's neck and his left hand around his side. He also has his right leg propped against Wolfwood's knee. Bottom of the page has a comic. Wolfwood looks annoyed, speaking to himself, "Where is that idiot?! Need to get out of town before--" A chat bubble exclaims, "Wolfwood!" The next panel shows Vash running from the townspeople, small text saying "Get him! Vash the stampede!". Wolfwood, mad and about to pull the Punisher off his shoulder, says, "Argh, you fucking dumbass!" Vash exclaims, "Ah, don't!" before pulling Wolfwood into a quick kiss. He then tugs on Wolfwood's collar and says, "There's no need to shoot, just run!" Wolfwood stammers, "R-right..." with a flushed, dumbstruck expression.

Second collage; Top left, Wolfwood spoons Vash in bed, his arms around his chest and the other beneath Vash's head. Vash has his hand on top of Wolfwood's as he sleeps while Wolfwood lies awake. Behind this drawing is faint sketches of Vash's face. In a small panel, Wolfwood hides in Vash's neck as he mumbles to himself "Stop. Stop thinking embarrassing things, Wolfwood..." Beneath this drawing is another of them in bed, Vash now turned to Wolfwood and a hand on his cheek as he kisses him good morning. In a simpler style, Vash wraps an arm tightly around wolfwood with the text "snork mimimi" next to him while Wolfwood says, "We need to get up. Spikey! HEY!" In this corner, there are faint sketches of Vash and Wolfwood; one of them looking at each other; Vash kissing Wolfwood's forehead; Wolfwood saying, "Hand" with an outstretch hand and Vash says "ok" behind a drawing of them holding hands, both turned away from each other shyly. Next is a 4 panel comic. First shows Wolfwood's face getting squished by Vash's hands with the text "squish" around his face. Next, his cheeks are stretched with the text "Chee--" Wolfwood then hits Vash's face with his palm, exclaimining "That hurts!" The last shows Vash on Wolfwood's lap, smiling to himself as he continues to have Wolfwood's face in his hands. Next to this is another comic; A close up of their hands, Vash holding Wolfwood's with both of his. He then kisses the palm of Wolfwood's palm and says, "They're soft!" Wolfwood looks at him with flushed cheeks, "There's no way that's true..." END ID]

[pealooza]

he is literally so camp

[somerandomdudelmao]

CASSSS CAS CAS CASS I MADE THING FOR YOU

*holds out hands to present picture*

I give you hoofsies because I thoughts they were cute

:0 Hoofsies…….oooooHHHHH I LOVE IT

[lizethdraws]

Kevin just using a laser pointer to mess with Rook, and when Ben tells him to cut it out, he points the laser to Ben, and Rook pounces on him.

once, long ago, I knew how to draw kevin levin....I am a different, worse, woman now 😔

[muzzleroars]

some cleaned up fallen gabe doodles....trading in wings for claws is. an adjustment

[flakettie]

Hii, love your art, could you please draw Kenshi in one of Johnny's outfits?

HIYA thank you!!! excellent prompt omg,,, I think I found The kenshi themed skin that johnny has. thank you for the request! 🥹

[hofudlaus]

Dreams of flying