#stick and poke idea

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

suddenly picturing Charlie at a tensely formal and polite post-hotel battle meeting with Heaven (which Vaggie chose not to attend, thanks) reaching into her briefcase at the end with a casual

"Oh Lute. You dropped this, by the way"

and tossing Lute ARM onto the conference table, all

"Vaggie thought you might want it back. You know, as a memento of still being alive at all" not looking up as she snaps her case closed again "Maybe you could stop trying to cut out my girlfriend's other eye before it gets you killed" polite, very sharp smile over her shoulder as she waves and heads for the door "Just a suggestion~"

imagine Lute's face if she found a note stuffed in the fist of the arm's hand, a crayon Charlie-doodle recreating Vaggie standing over Lute and sparing her life

Lute tears it apart with her teeth-

(Emily finds the pieces later and tapes them back together, then frames it and puts it on her work desk)

[vveirdnobdy]

Hear me out AU where the White Star is in the body of a child. Like his canon body died and he got reincarnated again just in time for plot.

—

Cale: that’s the white star???

Fredo: *nodding his head* He’s trying to stay out of the spotlight right now due to his *ahem* current state

Cale: that’s a fucking child

—

Cale adopts the white star and it’s the definition of ‘he don’t bite’ ‘yes he fuckibg do’

—

ws trying to employ manipulation tactics

Cale: jokes on you buddy I fuckibg invented that shit now go take a bath istg

[crowinthecorner]

the snow is not kind to its inhabitants. it is cold, and it is heavy, and should you fail to dig your way out, it will smother you without remorse.

the snow is not a place for green green grass and the snow is definitely not a place for delicate, vibrant flowers.

and yet

[ninyard]

i hunt down ur 19 yo boomer jean posts every couple of days with an incredible desperation i find them so funny

i dont care how stupid or unrealistic the boomer jeans tweets are they're possibly my favourite ones to make

jean navigating social media as if he's a felon who has just got out of prison after 20 years and has to come to terms with the fact a driverless car exists just makes me laugh so much

[thirteenemeraldcats]

I would to know more about the untitled-Jamie-blue-screen fic, if you wanted to share anything about it : )

Hello terrifyingly talented friend! I am happy to share!!

So this fic started rolling while I was writing 'i learned to walk while he was away', - that story explores some of the 'unseen' effects of Jamie's experiences, specifically what his relationship to expressions of violence (even when positively channelled) might be after growing up with an angry man. The 'untitled-Jamie-blue-screen-day' fic (which is technically 'redacted-title-Jamie-blue-screen-day' fic, I'm a fairly changeable person and the title's redacted purely because it's still subject to possible [who knows, not me] change) is another exploration of some of the 'unseen' or more accurately 'undeveloped' parts of Jamie's psyche that canon skips over.

Specifically, the symptoms of depression he displays in 3x11 Mom City.

I'm a card carrying member of the 'Jamie has multiple missing diagnoses' bandwagon and know first hand what a horrifyingly tricky combo neurodivergence and clinical depression can be.

I use a lot of metaphors to describe/understand the complexities of mental health- when I was studying it, when I'm teaching it and yea when I'm thinking about my own brain :)

Most of the metaphors are computer based- product of the times I guess.

The untitled-title 'blue screen day' is how I unaffectionately refer to the days when that horrifyingly tricky combo decides to be extra horrifying and extra tricky and causes total system overload. The days when you forget how to be a person. That 'blue screen' blink feeling of not functioning, but then it's not momentary, it's not a blink, it doesn't go away. You're seeing with your eyes sure, but you're not really seeing and they don't really feel like your eyes. You exist in your body yes, but do you really exist? Is it actually your body?

(To use plain language; it's a brief and intense episode of severe burn-out, typically bought on by cognitive and/or sensory overload, but sometimes seemingly spontaneous [clinical!].)

So that's what I gave Jamie, a blue-screen-day (sorry buddy).

But I also gave him Roy! And a smoothie! He'll be okay.

(Essentially the story is the idea that sometimes things don't have solutions or answers or a quick and easy fix. Sometimes all you can do is be. Sometimes all you can do to help is be there.)

The fic really is gentle hours, I swear.

[nicogayngelo]

maybe one day my writing inspo will come back to me

[fauvester]

Not sure if you meant for the questions to be askes BUT 9 for like iskra or something would be interesting since there is a mix of human and cardassian culture, does julian celebrate any terran holidays with them?

omg I wish I was a better worldbuilder, people come up with so many fun fake little holidays. Thanks to that one throwaway line in ST:D I've unilaterally decided that Cardassian culture is very food-centric, so you know baby Iskra got taken to lots of street food festivals celebrating military victories and elections..

Julian trying to figure out which terran holidays can be safely transported and re-potted on post-Fire Cardassia (I feel like he still tries to celebrate Federation day at home just so the kids can have some positive associations. Cue him and Lim trying to figure out how to cook a desert lungfish without soliciting their neighbors' help with removing the fibrous capsule..)

Halloween is a safe bet, I think. Scaring the spirits away is vaguely Hebetian and the locals enjoy both tricks and treats. Julian gives his coworkers at the hospital candy to distribute to her.

Still got to be lots of nationalist holidays to celebrate after the war, but now they're very much tinged with bitter memories. Now they're more of an opportunity to complain about the current administration and get drunk (both activities Iskra vigorously enjoys as an adult)

[gutterspeak]

trying so hard to speedrun my way through kingmaker so I can experience a distinct and solid thought about my baron. I need all the facts and THEN maybe she'll start to fully form in my mind

[harumiura]

ok but like what if ryohei had a bunch of shitty tattoos

[entropy-sea-system]

While g3 is a lot better about including different body types, I feel like ppl are applauding the bare minimum just bc they made Draculaura's doll have a pear shaped ish body but like. Thats just an average body type?? Sorry but thats not far from the body type of our body and we are not considered fat. The rest of the characters are often simply at least a bit skinnier than whats actually average. I feel like Iris Clops and Tundra Bominable are probably the only humanoid body characters whose bodily types even diverge a bit from the norm?? And I feel like they made Clawdeen in the show (and practically every character ofher than Draculaura) very skinny compared to her live action counterpart.. It feels like media franchises want to be lauded for just having a doll and character with an AVERAGE body type and that being "body diversity" for them. Media in general makes it seem like average is "skinny but not so skinny that your bones show"

[swordsandspectacles]

Every week it seems I discover a playbook for a new superhero ttrpg

… and every week I feel rustier and less capable of stringing together enough of a plot to make something to pitch

[laventadorn]

so i uhhh may have successfully written 5k of a new chapter for nje in the last month or so and im feelin like

[wuhuha]

When you wanna draw, but have art block...

[altruistic-meme]

"pressing in until they burst" Thumbs by Lucy Dacus 👀

hi milo >:3

*holding this song very closely* i have Many Thoughts. but i think that the story that i can see best is like... Andrew and Neil being roommates in college, and they aren't particularly close but they get along well enough. and then Neil is going to go meet with his father and Andrew learns about it and about how terrified Neil is about it, and maybe Neil tells Andrew about his past? but Andrew offers to go with him.

obviously the dinner goes really well <3 and it sparks Andrew's crush on Neil, and his protectiveness of him as well, and they start to grow closer following it. i think it would be a... i want to say medium length story? longer than a oneshot though :)

Andrew nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the hand touch his knee, but the death grasp that Neil was holding onto him with was nothing but fear. There were probably going to be marks from Neil's blunt fingernails. Andrew bit his tongue and looked at his roommate, who was nodding along with something his father was saying, a smile on his face contrasting the discomfort blossoming in Andrew's leg. The look in his father's eyes every time Neil spoke made Andrew wish that he wasn't the only one experiencing pain at Neil's hands. Or maybe Andrew's. Neil wasn't anybody, but even he didn't deserve to sit at dinner with someone who had done so much damage to him.

[ send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it ]

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Title: Riven

Fandom: Forspoken

Rating: T

Summary:

"You killed them," Frey whispered. "You killed... all of them."

"They deserved it. They dared to touch you. You are mine, and I won't suffer even my own countrymen to lay a hand on you."

"Jesus Christ," Frey muttered under her breath. Susurrus reached out, gripped her chin in his hand, careful not to mar her skin with the sharp claws at the ends of his fingers. He tilted her head with an insistent force far, far gentler than he could have exerted, and pressed the side of his thumb against her lips to silence her.

"If you're going to pray," he said, his voice a low, guttural sound, almost a purr but filled with far too much fury to qualify, "I suggest you pray to me."

Prompt from @prompts-in-a-barrel:

[adozentothedawn]

Bg3 is kinda making think about my sexuality again. Thing is, attraction for me is mostly an abstract thing. If I fantasize I make up a person that things happen to. They're a puppet for me to put into situations and play with and imagine with other people, but not myself. If I try to imagine myself in sexual situations with other people it just feels weird and off-putting. That's a fact I have made my peace with. I'm occasionally playing around with the idea of a romantic girlfriend, but even so I've never really wanted any sexual contact with someone, even if I found her very hot (which I realize makes my use of the word probably differ from most people's definition of hot).

That said, Karlach? That kinda feels different. Now I know she's a fictional character, I am aware, I am also aware tieflings aren't real, but I still feel there's a difference there. Imagining myself is kind of interesting with her? Not sure I'd like to get to actual sex but ngl, I probably would try and make out with her a bit if she asked. I like the idea of that.

This isn't some grand revelation or anything, it's just kinda interesting to me that apparently there is a type of person I am not entirely opposed to doing things with, fictional or not. Tempts me a bit more to finally go to the local gay bar some time. We'll see.