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[vibrantlifeboringdeath]

hiiiii, no 6!!

Do I prefer writing or drawing?

Writing!!! I want to learn to draw, just enough of the basics to feel like i know what im doing, you know???

[outofthiisworld]

💚💖for Ophelia! :D

Send 💚 for a reason NOT to date my muse / Send 💖 for a reason TO date my muse

💚 Ophelia can get … downright deranged in her obsessive tendencies if she happens to fancy you. Now, she won’t be venturing into any sort of threatening territories, that’s not her style!!!

But … if you find the idea of her making a bracelet out of all your loose hair that gets left behind more off-putting versus sentimentally sweet … you might want to think twice about pursuing her.

💖 LUCKY YOU!!! You get Scary Dog Privileges™️!!! There’s almost nowhere safer in the whole wide world than being right by Ophelia’s side. Her being an intergalactic weapon of mass destruction who so happens to be a vessel to an eldritch parasitic energy does comes with its perks.

All to say is: you’ll never have to be scared to take a midnight stroll ever again ♡

[hallothere]

10 with... whoever first comes to mind :3

10. Comfort after something so angsty we have to do something not angsty with the au/hc that lives in my head rent free

There is something exhausting in restlessness. Roaming without direction, or anchor. He thinks of boats, sometimes. The idea is quite nice, but he could never be a sailor. He would be ever worried over the ship- itself the size and quite frankly the function of a home- at the mercy of the waves. And that for far longer than it's in harbor, if her captain has his way.

Boats of that sort belong on the sea. They were made and equipped and crewed with such a thing in mind.

He felt like a harbor, sometimes.

The cakes were a little luxury. He had his own arrangement with a bee-keeper on the other side of Bree ("The Honey Combe" she had said, eyes twinkling, face creased in glee) for any novelties in the batch. Honey made quite a good icing, or filling, when the mix was right. Of course, guests at the cabin had a bad habit of slathering it on anything. He'd caught them, fingers-in-mouths, trying to clean up the aftermath of anything from honey-dipped carrots to unsuccessfully candied jerky.

Now his pan had cooled, and it was time to take the fluffy fruits of his labor and do something with them. The 'Honey Combe' had provided an interesting batch after the bountiful spring, and he held the jar of deep amber up to the window so it caught the light.

A stifled yawn let him know his guest had woken, and that his foreign footsteps should not be taken as an intruder's. He smiled to himself. Ranger courtesy. The honey jar opened easily and it was the task of a moment to spoon out enough to mix.

"You really ought to bang pots and pans around. Let me sleep in like this and I'll shirk duty like the laziest cadet."

He grinned. "Well, for the first day you're a guest. After that I'll have you--" he stilled his tongue on the idea of mucking the stable, pretending to consider, "-thatching the roof. I'm getting too old to crawl up there."

A snort, of all things, the creaking of his sofa. A boat with anchor shorn, he thought.

"Thatch! Well, I suppose one must have something. Have you ever considered shingles? No, don't answer that, I wasn't volunteering." More movement on the sofa, then the scrape of his dining bench on wood. "Perhaps you didn't wake me for breakfast to ensure I didn't cook it. Dare I put the coffee on?"

He shook his head. "It's already made. You're welcome to it." As if Erebrandir's trough hadn't been filled, or the day's water drawn from the well. It was done earlier than he'd been awake, and for that reason he dared not comment.

"Well, time marches on." He continued. "Tomorrow, I can have you painting the shutters on the front."

Rifling his cupboards for a mug. "And if I'm gone, vanished in the night?"

A ship unmoored. "And miss the chance to paint them some abominable color as a jest?"

"You know me too well! Now I am forced to stay, sworn to the service of my elderly taskmaster. Say- that isn't the wooden horse you stole from Elendil in your schoolyard days?"

He rolled his eyes. "Pour me a mug too, if you would. These feeble hands can hardly lift the pot and my eyesight is so dimmed I can't tell it from the flower vase."

He heard the dramatic sigh and the clink of acquiescence. Ships were made to sail, but how dear a comfort when they were safe in the shelter of the harbor.

[imaginedmelody]

please feel free to talk about any of your middle aged gays wips I would LOVE to hear about any of them 👀💖

Beloved, this is literally my love language and you KNOW that 💖💖💖 A few of these are either not quite middle-aged or only one of the two members is, but here we go:

Allen Hynek & Michael Quinn, Project Blue Book- Listen, I know Allen Hynek was a real person, but the version of him in this TV series is very fictional and my version is even more so 🤣My top WIP right now is an aromantic-Allen fic which I am going to tentatively say is ALMOST done. It's what I'm usually working on in sprints (and I'm going to say something bold here: there's one passage in this that may be some of my favorite words I've ever written.) This pairing has the cocky fighter pilot/nerdy professor dynamic we've all been waiting for. The show is enjoyable if not outstanding, cancelled 1 season before it should have ended, and the fandom is not nearly big enough.

Irving & Burt, Severance- The ULTIMATE canon yearning! I've been working on a fic about them for months, but the fact that there's so much mystery associated with this show means that trying to write a romantic interaction with them outside of Lumon is proving complicated, lol. I've written pretty much all of it except the part that requires any explanation of the logistics of this show's universe. IDK, I am just deeply drawn to the vulnerability of two people whose knowledge of each other is confined to this very limited existence, stepping outside of that place's boundaries and discovering each other in the process. This fic has Irv and Burt flirting over classical music as well; between pieces I'm going to mention in the fic and other non-classical pieces that remind me of the pairing, I'm tempted to include a playlist along with this when I publish it.

Ted Lasso & Trent Crimm, Ted Lasso- Okay, okay, I don't have any solid WIPs about these two at the moment (there's one I started a long time ago that is in sleep mode until I figure out what I want to do with it), but Season 3 premieres March 15th and Trent Crimm apparently plays a "significant role" in it, so you KNOW I will have ideas in the very near future. I enjoy writing these two so much; they have such unique voices and that is so much fun to play with as a writer. Plus this trope is like grumpy/sunshine if the sunshine was secretly a clinically anxious mess of a human and the grumpy's harsh exterior was only a facade and he was unexpectedly very willing to have an open mind and see the good in someone.

Murray Bauman & Alexei, Stranger Things- (Alexei probably isn't quite "middle aged" here, but I'm including this anyway) Another underrated pairing, but I love their dynamic. Two people on opposite sides who could very easily be bitter enemies, but who (in the show, in canon) instead bond with each other so quickly! They snark and sass, but Murray is quite literally the only person who speaks Alexei's language, in personality as well as in actual words. I've already written fic for them, and I thought that was gonna be it, but I have more to say, lol

There are so many more middle-aged gays I love but haven't written for too! Truly we are in our best era with all of these wonderful pairings.

[brutalage]

Vandal FUCKS, 10/10, no notes, you served.

HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?  anon or not !

yes , babey , that's meeeeeee !!!! i write the slutty caveman 😏💞 here to SERVE CUNT & then DIE & then revive ! thank you so much !!!

[mutatiio]

Just stopping by to admire your awesome blog. That is all. ✨

YOU'RE SO SWEET. I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH!! we haven't gotten to write a huge amount, but i adore maul and little armitage. and i'm excited for anakin and his excellent (accidental) assassination escapes. you're a joy to have on the dash and i'm shaking my fist at tax season for you.

[weezeryuri]

SCOTT MY MUTUAL SCOTT!!!!! HAPPY BDAY I HOPE IT'S GONE WELL!!!!

GREAT MULLEIN

[claired3lune]

ryan bergara has my silly little friendship bracelets in his possession rn

[wild-karrde]

I read your Vox Machina and Bad Batch fic and I loved it with every part of my being. I honestly did not think that a fic like this existed and I am so glad it does! It's so well written and I love your writing style! (Also please write a sequel maybe with Omega in it where the Bad Batch ends up in The Legend of Vox Machina universe and see magic firsthand. But only if you're up to it.) But still I love your writing and you have such a creative style, and I hope you're having a great day/afternoon/night whenever you read this. Oh, and don't forget to stay hydrated!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!

I don't know if a Part 2 will happen, but I do no I had a BLAST writing this one, and I'm so stoked you loved it! Sometimes the crack crossovers are the best ones hehe.

And I PROMISE I AM DRINKING MY WATER!!!!

[rcseadorned]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨

i don't deserve this i'm hardly eVER HERE ANYMORE.

[subspaceskater]

Good art :3c

Transfem porn made my transfems make me feel seen and makes me love my body more

Keep up making good art <3

thank yoooooooou i'm having fun drawing tgirls

[mousegirlheart]

you're so based and cool and amouseing

thank yoooooooou!!!

[yeastinfectionvale]

Made this for you! Felt like making you a voyeur, sorry no Uccio smooch for you

I DIDNT NOTICE MY PFP THE FIRST TIME I LOOKED AT THIS I'M CRYING OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING THANK YOOOOOOOOU.

[flowerprose]

So Hades + Persephone retelling embargo aside, I was wondering if you had any good retellings you've read? Or just good greek myth retellings in general? I have started Circe. Also, do you have any recommendations for like good places to start learning more about the original myths? I know about Theoi but I'd love other resources if you have them? Thank yoooooooou <3

yes! many.

greek myth retellings i've read and enjoyed:

circe, the song of achilles by madeline miller

stone blind, a thousand ships by natalie haynes

the penelopiad by margaret atwood

lore by alexandra bracken

mythos, heroes, trojan by stephen fry

autobiography of red by anne carson

resources for greek mythology:

the iliad by homer (translated by richard lattimore, robert fagles, or emily wilson, whose edition is set to debut this fall)

the odyssey by homer (translators same as previous, though wilson's is already available)

an oresteia trans. by robert fagles, anne carson

grief lessons trans. by anne carson

sophocles, electra trans. by anne carson

sophokles, antigone trans. by anne carson

fragments of sappho trans. by anne carson

metamorphoses by ovid (albeit roman fanfiction of greek mythology, but verbose, heady, and necessary)

the homeric hymns

mythology: timeless tales of gods and heroes by edith hamilton

i would also like to loop in @andromedaexists, who studies classics, and @authoralexharvey, a hellenistic pagan, as they read widely and probably have a host of recommendations themselves.

[jamiesfootball]

some word(s) for you (so you have options): lie, slow, green, night

Thank yoooooooou. I took all the options : )

Lie

Soon as he was given the all-clear, Jamie checked himself out of the hospital. The doctors fussed at him about concussion protocol, but it was nothing Jamie hadn’t heard before, and once he’d repeated it back to them and assured them that he had someone back at the house who could look after him, they were mollified. Jamie called himself an Uber and went home. It wasn't a lie, technically. They didn’t need to know it was more the other way around. Wasn’t his first concussion but it wasn’t his dad’s either. Jamie stiffened as James tilted his face up into the kitchen light. His old man let out a low whistle. “Damn, Barnett really has it in for you, lad.” He sounded impressed. “Recorded the match. The second you got carted off, Obisanya lost the ball in a challenge. Nearly bottled it once he got it back, but the scoundrel pulled through in injury time.” He leaned in like they were conspiring together. “Injury time you earned them, by the way.” Jamie didn’t comment.

Slow

Slowly, Jamie relaxed. Jan took the cue and applied more pressure. He pushed his thumbs into the base of his skull, drawing circles as he worked his way upwards. The hair in the back was shorn short so it was fairly easy to clean. He scrubbed everything back and forth, up and down, until the bristles were squeaky and smooth under his fingers. He cupped his hand under the water. "Head down."

Green

Jamie huffed. "Not gonna need more coffee at this rate." He scrubbed a hand over his face - and then buried his face in both his hands, rubbing at the circles under his eyes. "Sorry." "For what?" "For this. When I called him last night, I didn't think he'd show up." Roy froze. He squeezed the mug of tea in his hands, let the warmth ground him. He counted backwards from ten, forwards to ten counting all the things he could spy outside that were green (all of them), and then backwards from ten again for good measure.

Night

At night the pain came for him. He woke with his leg on fire. The days did not let him heal; the nights were for prolonging the agony. Each moment as fresh as the first. Ceaseless. Unending. A fire that would not let him die. Dani learned to be grateful that in this place, the fire was only a metaphor.