#thoughts??

[red-n-ded]

Here me out…

[housecow]

btw… measurements!!

arm: 19”

thigh: 36”

waist: 52”

hips: 63”

bust: 63”

under bust: 46”

[mediumgayitalian]

He doesn’t realise how odd it is for the infirmary door to be closed until it is shoved open, wooden frame crashing into the wall, making everyone inside jump to high heaven. Will stumbles in after it, and the sight of him makes startled shrieks and grumbles stop in all mouths; his eyes are red-rimmed and bruised with sleeplessness, staring cloudy and vacantly ahead. He walks like he’s unfamiliar with the shape of the ground, steps clumsy and hesitant, hands picking at bare legs. His faded, oversized camp shirt falls all the way down to his thighs.

He looks sick.

He makes his plucking way to the nurses station, oblivious to or uncaring of the eyes on him. When he finally makes it to the door his hands shake too badly to unlatch it, and he tries for minutes before giving up, hoisting himself up on the counter and stepping over piles of paperwork, half-balanced on the spinning chair. He is barefoot.

“What’re you looking for? Austin is the first brave enough to speak, taking a half-step closer. “...Will?”

“Where the hell are the scissors,” Will mutters. He rifles through folders, opens and slams drawers shut. “I need the — scissors.”

“Second drawer down from the right,” says Kayla quietly.

The second drawer creaks, badly, tiny wheels wailing on their tracks as Will yanks it open, shoves it shut. He half-jumps half-falls off the chair, blades clutched in his fist, and shifts over to the back wall, squaring in front of the mirror.

In quick, thoughtless action, he lobs off the tangled ponytail low at the base of his skull. At the back, near the window, Lacy from Cabin 12 inhales like she’s been stabbed.

In the stunned, heavy silence of patients and healers and people in the wrong place at the wrong time, Will methodically pulls straight coils of hair, snipping them an inch from the root. He takes no care to line up the strands, no care to feather the edges. The office scissors are so dull that in some sections he has to saw through, hairs snapping like guitar strings. In minutes both hands are clenched full of dull gold, wiry snippets dusting his neck and shoulders. He drops them in a wastebasket at they flutter like leaves around the rim.

“Thanks,” he says, belatedly, dropping the scissors back on the counter. He turns without looking to the doorway by the shelves of salves, slipping quickly down the Big House hallway.

Austin is the first of them to move, too, darting past cots heavy with gaping campers He turns to Chiron.

“Should I follow him?” he asks, hesitating by the shadows.

For a moment there is nothing. The Chiron sighs, heavy and long, and puts his head in his hands.

“You can most certainly try,” he says, tired and muffled. “But it is the great failure of my life that Will Solace has spent more time in this building than I have in centuries. You wouldn’t find him with Ariadne’s string.”

[hollowskullhead]

Hmmmmmm

What if I...???????

[joosthead]

holy crap i wanna write this with joosti so bad 😭😭

[wolvesandshine]

“For the love of god, we need to set them up together I can’t handle their pining.”

Remus sighed and dutifully nodded along to Sirius’s plans to get his best friends and little brother dating.

“You know you could always just tell them you approve of their relationship. They might just not be getting together because they’re worried about upsetting you.”

Sirius snorts loudly. “What’s upsetting me is watching them eyefuck each other in front of everyone. At least if they’re together I won’t need to see that.” Sirius visibly shudders at that as he adds. “I doubt either of them are even aware of their feelings to each other anyways. James would have definitely asked him out by now if he did.”

~

“You know sneaking around would be easier if we just told Sirius about us.”

“You just want to torment Sirius.”

Regulus laughs brightly and even now, after a month of dating, James feels a course of satisfaction run through him at the sound.

“Course I do. And I know for a fact that he bet that you would ask me out first.”

James groaned loudly after that. “I was going to! You just beat me to it.”

Regulus snorts loudly. “In what universe is stalking after me using a map considered trying to ask someone out on a date?”

“It’s better than just kissing me after beating my arse in quidditch!”

“Remind me again whose plan actually led us to start dating?”

James shook his head incredulously. “I just needed more time!”

Regulus smirks. “What? And miss all the time we could have spent together instead?”

James laughed softly before leaning in to kiss Regulus, enjoying the blush on the other boys cheeks.

After all he only had 30 more minutes before Sirius got suspicious.

[svsss-brainrot-blog]

Been tossing around ideas for my next fic and while it’s bare bones at the moment hear me out:

Shen Yuan as the spirit of the Lingxi Caves.

He meets every head disciple as the peak lords prepare for Ascension, and can change his appearance to be a reflection of their own. As the Spiritual Powerhouse of the cell the Sect, nobody goes up without his say so.

He was there for Yue Qi’s imprisonment, muttering encouragement and forbidding the previous QD lord from abandoning him as a student. He was impressed by Shen Jiu’s wittiness and sharp mind. He had a hunch Shang Hua seemed squirmy, later confirmed he had a backbone on business tho. Will make Liu Huan stick to the rocks if he starts acting out too much. Sue him! Those are his boys!

… he had to stop his boys from fighting in the caves, whew, that could have been bad.

…. Why is the mountain shaking????

….. WHY ARE TINY DISCIPLES BEING BROUGHT TO HIM???????!

………….. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS LUO BINGHE AND DEMONS ARE INVADING THE SECT??? It’s ALREADY time for the plot?!

….. Shen Yuan is going to finally cultivate his own physical form just so he can hit somebody.

Edit to add: I’ve decided the Peak Lords will address him as Lingxi-Jun. Only besties get to say just Lingxi, and only the bestest of besties get to call him by his birth name.

[l0vely-w0undss]

Could you maybe draw RenStrade??? 🥺

Working on it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[avatarkyoshisfansss]

op

[tyunkus]

tyun fucking you extra nasty sloppy drooly dirty when ur ovulating . i wanna write about this ❤️

[totallynotobsessedwithfandoms]

I just called the Kai, Wyldfyre, and Nya the BRO trio vecause blue, red, and orange(y red). also cause they’re siblings/dad and aunt to wyldfyre

[simpson-trace-luvr]

rewatching TG:M and analyzing beau scenes when i noticed this…

timestamp is 43:52 btw

he has A LIFE????? AND PEOPLE IN IT????????? (jk jk)

no but like what are our theories on these frames!!!!??? could he have kids? a wife? daughter & son? I NEED ANSWERS (+ fan thoughts)

[mediumgayitalian]

Hello I really love your work and was wondering how long it took U to get this many followers cause I don't have many and I want to get better at writing cause I have loads in my drafts but I don't think that they are that good so I was wondering if U had any tips on writing and how to get more ppl to see your work thank U sm 🤪

okay so im sure this is irritating to here but i am not worried about followers! i have been in the past and it makes writing miserable for me. i obsess over stats. engagement is good -- i love attention, you love attention, we all love attention, and being told our work is good is a motivating thing to hear -- but obsessing over follower count Will make writing hard for you. i pinky promise.

as for improving on writing, i have some more solid advice for you:

PRACTICE. write every day, even if its shit, even if its 50 words, even if it never leaves your notes app. write.

switch writing mediums if you're struggling. when i have writers block on my phone i switch to google docs. when i struggle there i switch to tumblr drafts. then to instagram DMs. then to a random notebook website. then to the fucking search bar of google. to physical paper. to comments on long-dead youtube video. to my actual wall with pencil. to the dirt outside. i write EVERYWHERE. putting my thoughts in new physical spaces helps crack me out of the block every time. so do weird constraints like character limits or a pen that's running out of ink. switch shit up and apply light pressure.

read with the intention of learning. that means actual writers craft books, or reading work you admire with a close lense.

analysis!!! to build off the last point, when you read something that is profound, or makes you feel something, STOP -- take the time to feel it, to love it, then tear it apart. what actions is it describing? how do you know? what emotions do the actions provoke? what references are made, and why does that matter? what objects are present? what do they signify? how can you tell? you need to do LITERARY ANALYSIS. you cannot learn to write without learning to read. (this is called 'close reading analysis'. if you want some help practicing, let me know. i'll show you a couple examples.)

critically read your own writing. what is strongest? what do you do well? what needs more practice, and what exercises can you do to get that practice?

write what you enjoy. this is why i cannot and will not do commissions -- they suck the fuckin' life outta me. as soon as someone tells me what to do it stops being fun. i write things as they pop into my head bc that's what i enjoy doing.

use prompts. I DO. it is so helpful. can't think of a goddamn thing to write? look up a dialogue prop. find a song, use it as a plot background. rewrite an existing scene. you know how artists trace to practice their skills? put a scene in your own words, that's the writing equivalent.

go on walks and space the fuck out. when im low on ideas, or i cant get myself to focus, i put on headphones and wander around the neighbourhood. my brain goes off wherever it goes and i let it. it usually returns with an idea or five.

practice no-phone time. boredom is the boat of creativity. stare at a wall, pull weeds, doodle, pace, whatever you need to do to get your brain whining about needing your phone in front of your face, because if you ignore that long enough the ideas WILL come and they will come in swathes.

study film as well as literature. ive talked about it a little bit before (here) but learning how the camera and audience are intrinsically linked to a story will help you learn how to pace and structure it.

i have other stuff but that's a good list i think! some of my other writing advice is linked here, here, and here. good luck!

[the-lavender-clown]

Trying out a new brush

How we feeling about it

[zuzuelectricbugaloo]

Nicknames for certain characters I will use from now on:

Epictale Papyrus — Packs ( @sirsquidsalot ‘s idea)

Epictale Gaster — Gester (again by Squid xD)

Something New Chara — Buttercup (or Daisy-Do, as Killer sometimes calls them. It’s to mock them for one of their favorite songs Daisy Belle)

XChara — Churrito (play on Jakei calling him Churro)

XFrisk — Fajita (it’s just a yummy food and I wanted him to match his brother xD)

XPapyrus — Percival (or Percy; he’d go by that alias only bc Cross would say that to distinguish him and pettily says whenever XPap gets upset about it “Doesn’t feel good when someone won’t call you by your name, does it?”)