something that is like the baseline of amys entire character to me is that shes lonely. shes clingy and physically affectionate in a way none of her friends really are, shes always getting pushed aside and left behind. yeah, she helps out people she doesnt know because shes a nice person, but also, she sees part of herself in them. she wont leave someone else behind because she knows the feeling —and more importantly, hates the feeling. if she doesnt have somebody to stand by her and be there for her, then shes going to be that person for everybody else. something something her obsession with sonic is really just like a manifestation of that desire for closeness with someone, and she thinks that romance is the only way to get that. idk... this hedgehog can have so many abandonment issues.
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Sometimes you open your notes folder to find something and find that half-asleep you left you a gift.
Sometimes this gift is really useful and helps you figure out how to fix a massive writer's block you've been struggling with.
Sometimes it's an excellent new fic idea.
And then sometimes it's shit like this
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seven(ish) sentence sunday!
I was tagged by @cowboy-buck @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @wikiangela @watchyourbuck thank you!!!!!
Imma be honest I didn't do a lot of writing this weekend oskasokaoskas but here's more of the wayf fic because I love this fic so much and I'm always thinking about it. prev snippet here.
Eddie was touchy. That was not new information. Not exactly at least. Buck was used to a squeeze on his shoulder, a hand on his back, a thigh pressed into his, their shoulders brushing when they walked too close to each other, knees bumping together.
But this was more than what he knew what to do with. He wasn't sure Eddie actually stopped touching him since they left the room. His hand was around his wrist, their fingers were laced together, his arm was around his waist or draped over his shoulders, he would hook their ankles under the table, he would wrap their pinkies together.
Not that Buck minded. He was getting a bit drunk on it though.
imma tag @bucks118 and @housewifebuck because it feels weird not to tag them by now oskaoskasokaosk
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something about rei that i love is how under his multitudes of personas he's really just a guy who craves connection and community. he grew up being a giver and helper, a supply of advice to people he had no business holding responsibilities for. he had few friends until high school and by that point it's not like it comes easy to him to have normal close relationships of really any kind. his human-ness is something that scares him too much to face. having needs and being someone who others want to help and hold space for. it isn't something he accepts easily. hurting as a teenager is different from hurting as an adult but i think there's something so dooming about the feeling that supposedly the worst years of his life have passed, but he's still lonely. he still isn't quite sure what he wants or who he is.
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Plural culture is talking about childhood memories and while you weren't there for them, when the conversation topic comes up your brain will pull up the memories from another alter who was there so you remember them
And then getting to one and just
"I don't actually know why I felt so scared and uncomfortable.." and then dissociating and feeling the memory get yanked away and just thinking
"ya know.. I'm not gonna try to think any more about that one. I might find something I don't want to"
And just leaving it at that
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I have to be real, the expectations vs reality that nobody wants to talk about is that the average catholic church in the US does NOT entail a confessional with privacy screen. You are looking that priest square in the fucking face and telling him your fuckups.
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so glad to just come home and immediately be like "okay its vent hour time" but like
dont fucking talk to me about being a writer and then tell me you use ai to write 3/4 of your text for you and top it off by BRAGGING how you "wrote" 50k words in two days
YOU DIDNT WRITE MOST OF THEM. THATS NOT WORTH BRAGGING ABOUT TO SOMEONE WHO PAINSTAKINGLY HANDCRAFTS ALL THEIR FICS FOR FUCKING DAYS FROM BEGINNING TO END AND EDITS ALL THEIR SHIT AS WELL
fucking hell im angry
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GASP now that my head is no longer in job hunting I can focus on RP for a month (until new job starts) so I can actually write shit that isn't my self indulgent fanfic 😐
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