#wow this is cringe I wrote this huh

[imblocking-you]

Puna na 'yung tags nung isang post sa this is the second one lmao. 3 AM NA JUSQ

[lunarluvbot]

saturday sun

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pairing : percy jackson x fem!reader

summary : a little surprise percy springs on you turns out to be one of the best afternoons at camp. or maybe that's just because you're with him?

requested : yes / no

willow's whispers : first pjo writing cause everything i see is for luke so if you want something done right you gotta do it yourself !! also im pretty sure this can be read for any godly parent. based on the song saturday sun by vance joy. I WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING SO YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO JUDGE HOW BAD OR SHORT IT IS. I'm building up for my big fics.

warnings : literally nothing this is the most boring fic ever

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"Where are we going?" You laughed, blindly following Percy as he helped you over a fallen log.

"Oh, just somewhere you'll love," He said, and winked. "At least I hope you do. Anyways, c'mon!"

The pair of you marched through the woods of the camp, laughing, talking, teasing, and enjoying moments of silence. The sun blinked lazily between branches of giant pine trees as if Apollo was comfortably stretching out on his throne.

"Here, stop here." Percy turned to you and gave you that smile that made you fall in love a little more every time you saw it. If that was even possible. "There's a pathway over here, be careful 'cause there's a lotta rocks over here."

You followed him once again, down a narrow sloping hill and arrived on a shoreline. A small oasis even. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years, moss grew over everything, the grass was bright and stood tall as if no one's footsteps had ever crushed them down yet. Waves gently lapped the rocks and few shells scattered across the ground.

"Wow," You breathed, almost as if your normal volume would disturb this angelic peace. "When did you find this, Perce?"

Percy, who was flattening the weeds to sit on, looked up. "Huh? Oh, two days ago. During capture the flag. Then I came back yesterday to make sure some monster didn't live here and now I'm showing it to you," He finished setting up his bed that would make any Demeter kid cringe. "C'mere," Percy motioned for you to lay next to him.

You smiled and made your way over to him, easing yourself down on his patch of grass. The two of you were on your stomachs, watching the water swirl into memorizing, glittering, patterns. A sweet silence filled the air.

But the water wasn't what Percy was interested in. He just kept his eyes on you, admiring the way your face lit up when you heard your favorite bird call. The way your eyes seemed to shine in the golden god's light. The smooth curve of your lips that twitched when you smiled.

You met his eyes, the sea-green hue a painting of where the sky and the sea meet.

"Do I have something on my face?" You asked, lightly teasing him to pretend you weren't about to do the same staring as he was doing now.

Percy's eyes glinted and the wisps of his hair caught the sunlight perfectly. "No, you're just the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Art's gotta be appreciated right?"

"I guess but shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"Aw hey, quit stealing my line!" He said, poking your stomach. A giggle escaped you, one Percy knew he would fight any number of monsters to hear again.

"It's not your line! Where's your copyright claim?"

Instead of answering right away, Percy wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. He tucked a fly-away strand of hair out of your face and pressed his lips gently to yours. It felt like the first breath of spring, when the flowers peek from their earthly shield and remind the world that only precious things take time.

"It's right here."

And he kisses you again.

[geotjwrs]

spill your GUTS

Pairings ; Olivia Rodrigo x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Olivia Rodrigo and Y/N, two of the music industry's biggest stars, took their seats at a circular table filled with an assortment of revolting foods. The camera zoomed in to capture their expressions of both excitement and trepidation.

"Hey, everyone! I'm Olivia Rodrigo," Olivia began with a wide grin, looking directly at the camera. "And this is my best friend slash ex, Y/N."

Y/N chuckled, waving to the audience. "That caught me off guard but hey, guys! So, today we're playing 'Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts,' and, honestly, I'm not sure if I'm excited or terrified."

Olivia nodded. "Same here. For those who don't know, the game is simple. We either answer a really embarrassing question or eat something totally disgusting."

Y/N picked up a plate of what looked like jellied meat, gagging dramatically. "Like this. What even is this?"

Olivia laughed. "That's pickled pig's feet, Y/N. And it looks... appetizing."

They both burst into laughter before Olivia continued the introduction. "Alright, let's see what else we've got. We have bird saliva, cow tongue, and—oh my god—fish eye smoothie. Who comes up with this stuff?"

Y/N shook his head, still laughing. "Someone with a twisted sense of humor, clearly."

The camera zoomed in on the various dishes as Olivia and Y/N made exaggerated gagging noises, building up the suspense for the game.

"Okay, Y/N," Olivia said, picking up the first question card. "Ready to get started?"

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Olivia grinned mischievously. "Alright, first question: Out of all the songs you've written, which one is about me?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "Wow, you're really going for it, huh?"

Olivia nodded. "Answer the question or... eat a nice, juicy cow tongue."

Y/N looked at the cow tongue with a grimace. "Okay, okay. I'll spill. It's 'Dangerously' I wrote it right after our breakup, and it just kind of poured out of me."

Olivia's eyes softened. "I remember that one. It's a beautiful song, Y/N."

They shared a brief, soft smile before Olivia shook it off. "Alright, my turn."

Y/N picked up a card, smirking. "Name one celebrity you've hooked up with that no one knows about."

Olivia's face turned bright red. "You're kidding!"

Y/N pointed to the plate of bull penis. "Or you could eat this."

Olivia stared at the plate, contemplating. "Fine! It was... well, it was actually someone from another record label, but I won't name names."

Y/N's jaw dropped. "Wow, juicy!"

They laughed, the game continuing with each round bringing out more hilarious and awkward moments. They gagged, they cringed, and they teased each other relentlessly.

"Alright, Olivia," Y/N said, holding up a plate of the dreaded fish eye smoothie. "Would you rather get back together with your ex from high school or drink this?"

Olivia groaned. "That's just cruel!"

Y/N grinned. "What's it gonna be?"

She sighed deeply. "I'll take the smoothie. No way am I going back to that mess."

As she lifted the glass to her lips, Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "You're braver than I am!"

Olivia took a tiny sip and immediately gagged, causing Y/N to burst into laughter. "That's... disgusting!"

The game continued, each question more embarrassing than the last, each food more revolting. But through it all, their genuine friendship and shared history shone through.

"Okay, my turn to make you squirm," Olivia said, picking up a card. "Y/N, why did we really break up?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, looking at the plate of bird saliva. "Oh, that's low, Rodrigo."

Olivia smirked. "Answer the question or..."

Y/N sighed. "Fine. Honestly? We were just too busy. Our schedules were insane, and we barely had time to see each other. It wasn't anyone's fault. We just drifted apart."

Olivia nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Yeah, I remember those crazy days."

They shared a moment of silent understanding before Olivia broke it with a laugh. "Alright, enough of the mushy stuff. Let's finish this game!"

Y/N picked up the next card, grinning. "Okay, Olivia. What's the most annoying habit I had when we were dating?"

Olivia burst into laughter. "Oh, that's easy. You always left the toilet seat up! Seriously, every time I went to the bathroom, I had to check."

Y/N laughed, his face turning slightly red. "Okay, guilty. I'll admit, I wasn't great at remembering that."

Olivia rolled her eyes playfully. "It was like living with a very talented, but very forgetful, teenager."

The audience laughed with them, the game continuing with more questions about their past relationship and their current lives.

"Alright, Olivia," Y/N said, holding up a plate of jellied eel. "Have you ever written a song about me?"

Olivia bit her lip, looking at the eel with distaste. "Yes, I have. But I'm not telling you which one."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Seriously? Now I'm curious."

Olivia laughed. "You'll just have to figure it out yourself."

The game continued with more hilarious and awkward questions

Olivia picked up another card. "Y/N, if you could change one thing about our past relationship, what would it be?"

Y/N looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled softly. "I wish we had communicated better. We were young and figuring things out, but sometimes I think if we had just talked more, things might have been different."

Olivia nodded, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Yeah, I get that. Communication is so important."

Finally, it was Y/N's turn again. Olivia picked up the last card, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Last question, Y/N. Out of all your collaborations, which one was the worst experience and why?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on, Olivia!"

Olivia pointed to the plate of cod sperm. "Answer or..."

Y/N sighed. "Alright, fine. It was that one time I worked with that techno DJ who shall not be named. It was just... a disaster. We couldn't agree on anything."

The studio audience gave a loud round of applause, appreciating the hilarious and heartwarming interaction between the two stars.

"Thanks for watching, everyone!" Olivia said, waving to the camera. "We hope you enjoyed this as much as we did!"

"And remember," Y/N added, "never agree to play this game unless you're prepared to eat some really nasty stuff..."

The camera zoomed out, capturing the duo as they continued to laugh and joke about the foods they'd just endured.

[desultory-novice]

Sir Uther walks up to Noir Fontaine with purpose, having his usual happy-go-lucky smile and perky attitude. It was a surprise to see yet another human in this tournament ...well, atleast human-like. He instinctively reaches out for a handshake, eyes locked on Noir's face.

"Are you human?! MY~! I only ever saw the other one named Jade! Unlike her, you seem to be named after a color in french! Do tell, are there still any left of your species? Or are you all nearly extinct? Do you also have a history with Dark Matter in particular? I have so many questions~!! ☆"

His crystal eyes twinkle in delight, this truly was an opportunity to gain so much useful knowledge!

"Oh! And that entity, Zero as well! Does she exist in your world?"

"Hi! Wow! You're big! Bigger than I thought you round guys got!" 

Noir greets you with a boyish smile, though... ...He does not accept the handshake.

"You look like one of those Galactic Soldier Alliance people! I wrote fanfic about you! I can't let you read it because it's really cringe, but that's only cause when I was young I dreamed of being a hero, so...if you're ever recruiting, let me know maybe?! I'm not all that strong... but I'm passionate and have a strong sense of justice and somehow, I've got a lot of experience handling situations where all the evidence you killed anyone is gone because their bodies just disperse into matter once they're dead enough and the snow hides all the blood!"

[cw: mild body horror below]

"...What was I saying? Oh, yeah! I'm human! Whoa, there's another human here too? I should've figured that out, huh? I feel like I've been in a daze since I got here (or maybe even longer than that) and have been having a really hard time paying attention to stuff till lately when it all started coming back into my head REALLY FAST!"

"?! Do you speak French?! My mom taught my sister and me a little French and Japanese, cause of our ancestry, (what's my dad? I don't know! Maybe he's French-Japanese too?!) though we mostly speak Global at home. My name's supposed to be in Global but it's pretty cool that it means something in French too. 'Dark.' Sometimes I wonder if I was named after my hair? Though my sister's is the same color, pretty much, so that couldn't be it. Probably a coincidence?"

"Speaking of, my sister's human too and she's still around! We're separated right now, but my little brother's with her! (He's Dark Matter, since you brought it up! Yeah, he's adopted, but he's my little brother and if anyone says anything mean about him, I'll ****** them!) They're surrounded by friends too, so I don't worry!"

"It was really hard to get off the planet last time I was there, and it was getting pre~tty cold and people who got left outside tended to disappear till next year when you could find them again thawing out on the road but it's hard to imagine we've just gone extinct! I mean, the people from the New World had to have gone somewhere!"

"Hmm? Z...e...?"

"...r...." "...o...!?"

"M-muh...M-Mas..." "...pl...ea... ey...e...c-can....t... "...bre...athe...."

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Noir clutches his throat. The dark, burn-like cracks on his skin that had been easy to ignore till now seem to crawl up, to his chin and beyond. A thick metal collar around his neck, barely visible between his gloved hands, hums with a dark violet glow before he passes out.

Elsewhere, an otherwise unremarkable looking sword in the stolen stash of a small Dark Matter begins to vibrate, seeking its host.

@kirbyoctournament

PS: Wisp belongs to @moonsharkss and while he's still in the lead this round, it's close, so if you want to give him a vote...!

(Help I forgot his hands!)

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Noir's Field Trip Masterpost

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AN: Welp, add another one to Sir Uther's body count/list of crimes...

So, I still have some "Cheerful" (...although more like his brains have been scrambled) Noir asks to answer/send out that I'll get to when I have time (writing him is a bit exhausting tbh... ) but I have gone ahead and drawn this to "progress" back to the main tourney story! (You didn't think he could stay this way forever, did you?)

TLDR, We're back to regular Noir (...or whatever other AU hijinks happen to come his way that affect him in some manner?! Magic anons...???) but if you wished to interact with or send another question to Noir explicitly during his short lived cheerful phase, lemme know! Though whether I get to it will depend on how I'm feeling ^^

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(...Fwiw, I'm pretty sure if he stayed this way for too long, the emotional cascade would eventually give him a full on mental breakdown as his refreshed, innocent psyche finally catches up with processing all the traumas that made up his life.)

[nitewrighter]

I know, and learned of you through, the Cindy post. I'd be interested in learning more about the Scooby Doo and Dwayne the Rock Johnson posts.

Oh damn well I made the Scooby Doo post way the hell back in 2016. Also holy shit it's at over 200k notes now. I wrote that post at like... 2 AM on my aunt's couch in Seattle and I really hadn't expected it to blow up the way it did, but blow up it did, and I ended up writing Scooby Doo fanfic during the long car ride back home just because, "Oh wow, people are really into this---" but also like, the more people reblogged it, the more compelled I felt to write down the gang's specific dynamics to make my vision clear. This was also before Overwatch came out, so I think this was the first time I actually had people really engaging with my writing on this site, and sending me all these asks about the gang and stuff. I got like... 800 new followers in the month following that post--it was really overwhelming!!

...the Dwayne the Rock Johnson post is in fact this alien post which I think... I also wrote at my aunt's house in Seattle in 2016 but 6 months later. Huh. OH--OHHHHH I think I wrote this the first time I was visiting my then-partner and staying at my aunt's house. Honestly I'm not nearly as attached to it as my Scooby Doo post, mainly because there's a distinct aura of 2016 cringe on it and also everyone keeps responding to it with "tHE aLiEns wOuLD ShOw uP aS dOgs" which--come on, you all know that's fucking low-hanging fruit and boring. Don't pretend it isn't. And I can tell you it stopped being endearing with the third person who said it. There's also the part where people completely miss the fact that I say the word "Trope" as literally the fifth word and they keep saying shit like "tHEy dID tHis iN sOUth PArk! ThEy Did thIs in INvAdeR zIm!" Like, yes, I know, it's a trope.

Anyway I want the aliens to show up as Jared Harris playing Hari Seldon in Apple TV's Foundation.

[lilac-hecox]

If you're still accepting Damien fic requests, maybe a camp au with a puppy love crush on one of the counselors (Ian or Anthony) and/or having a reciprocated crush on Shayne

I wrote this in the camp au that was written by @wow-ihateithere

Damien/Anthony and Damien/Shayne - Summer Camp

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“You’re acting like one of your kids,” Angela says with a grin.

“Huh?” Damien says, coming back to his senses, turning his gaze away from where he had been watching Anthony animatedly eating with his campers.

“You’re staring at Anthony like a thirteen-year-old with a crush,” she adds, mimicking a love sick expression.

“Stop!” Damien says, feeling his face get hot. “I am not.”

“You are!” Angela says around giggles. “I hang out with the same age, but the girl version. I can spot a crush a mile away.”

Damien scoffs. That absolutely wasn’t true because if it were Angela would know that Amanda’s been into her since the beginning of summer, instead of being utterly oblivious.

“I don’t have a crush on Anthony,” Damien says more firmly, but his face gets red.

“Okay,” Angela says in a sing-song voice, going back to eating her lunch.

--

Okay, so, maybe Damien did have a small crush, but it’s small! It’s manageable! He just thinks Anthony is cute and funny. He’s good with the kids too. Damien finally accepts the crush on Anthony when he watches Anthony strip off his colorful camp shirt and toss it on the grass up beyond the shore. Anthony is muscled and lean and gorgeous in the bright light of the warm summer day. Damien watches as water splashes on to Anthony as he begins to wade into the lake, Anthony letting out a shriek as the cold-water splashes on him, Ian laughing from where he had committed the crime and swimming away before Anthony could retaliate.

“Mr. Damien! Come on!” one of his students yells from the water. “We need you for chicken!”

Damien smiles and peels off his own t-shirt as he wades into the cool water of the lake.

--

Damien catches Ian and Anthony kissing after one of the staff bonfires in the deep warm night of summer. They are sat together on the same log, Ian’s hands in Anthony’s hair and Anthony’s hands on Ian’s waist. They kiss urgently and fervently in the night, the warm glow of the fire illuminating them.

Damien isn’t crushed. He didn’t need Angela’s supposed ability to see crushes developing to realize that the two counselors liked each other, to see the momentum between them building like an unstoppable freight train where they were always meant to collide.

He vows to let go of his crush that day out of respect for both of the other counselors.

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What takes him by surprise is when they do the camp talent show Shayne sits next to him while they watch the acts. How whenever Shayne laughs it is so bright and cheery and how more often than not, he’s looking at Damien to see if he’s laughing too.

Damien and Shayne’s talent is performing an improv skit together. They make it cheesy, making the younger kids laugh and the older kids roll their eyes and “die of cringe.” At the end of the skit Shayne gets down on one knee and then offers Damien a plastic flower, declaring his love.

The younger kids giggle, the older one’s groan, the other counselors crack up laughing. Damien accepts the plastic flower, and he sees Shayne smile with bright blue eyes crinkling in the corner, a big cheesy grin on his face. What takes Damien by surprise is the fondness in his heart, the way it speeds up when Shayne pretends to plant a kiss on his cheek, big, wet, and sloppy.

Angela gives him a knowing look from the stands and Damien pointedly ignores her.

--

It’s August when Shayne presses Damien against the side of the staff log cabin and kisses him in the darkness of the night. When he presses his nose against Damien’s and says, “I’ve been waiting all summer to do that.”

There are fireflies all around as Damien leans in and kisses him back.

[parkhongreal]

i noticed that i already read all yoojin fan fics to ever exist on tumblr 😭

so i decided to make one myself 🤭

a little crush

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note: i originally wrote this in haema (a diary app) 😭 should i write a yuseong one shot next? 😆 i'm very sorry if this is cringe asf 🙁

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yoojin, the president of workers, the person who can lure almost anyone with money, is inlove?

you heard it from a co-worker "hey (y/n), notice how chairman yoojin smiles alot these days?" "but doesn't he smile all the time?" "yeah, but his vibe is different it's like he feels alot happier."

'wow she really thinks being happy means you like someone? sounds dumb but it's true, yoojin has been really happy these days.' you thought.

a random co-worker came up to you. "ms. (y/n), chairman yoojin is looking for you." "oh, yes, i'll be there." you say as you get up to look for his office.

"you called?" you asked yoojin while he smiles. "i apologize for interrupting your work, but i have to give you something." he said, you thought it was another pile of work, but it wasn't?

he handed you a bag full of clothes inside. "i bought them for you, i thought you might like these." he says. "thank you.." you say, smiling.

you walk out of his office thinking "he.. he bought me clothes?!"

you go back to do your work. "(y/n)! what happened?" "huh? oh it was nothing, he just gave me this" you spoke pointing at the bag that yoojin gave you.

"oh my gosh... (Y/N) I THINK HE LIKES YO-" you covered your co-workers mouth to shut them up. "shh! it's embarrassing!" you whisper "oops.." they say.

"pfft... yoojin? inlove with me? no way." you said laying down after you got home, you roll around your bed, kicking and squealing. "YOOJIN LIKES ME??? THATS IMPOSSIBLE.."

ding! your phone got a notification, it's from yoojin.

"good evening (y/n), did you get home safely? i put food in your bedroom so you could eat it if you didn't eat earlier :)" you almost choked on the food you were eating.

you stare at your phone for a minute, rubbed your eyes, and read the message again, you replied "yes i got home safely, thanks for worrying about me, and i appreciate the food and clothes you gave me."

ding! "hm?" yoojin grabs his phone and reads your message.

he smiles while typing "i'm glad you got home safely."

"if only you knew how much i like you.." he says.

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[neopuppy]

What made u want to write

I wanted to read alpha Jeno fics lmao

walk with me here, it was 2020 and we went into lockdown in March. I was lucky to be one of the people who got to stay home during this time and after getting back into exercising, knitting, whipped coffee fails, animal crossing, making tiktoks, coloring, and watching endless hours of nct dream content I was like RIGHT…..NOW WHAT SHALL I DO🤔

and I already read a lot of m/m abo on ao3, so a light bulb went off in my head one day- AHHHHH! I BET THERE ARE SOOOOO MANY GOOD NCT ABO FICS. there was not! I saw like a maybe 1 or 2 on here and they weren’t for Jeno so I never read them. I ended up in his smut tag and was SHOCKED, like wow this is garbagé!!!!!!!!

as someone used to the PREMIUM QUALITY abo, hybrid, dead dove: dne, etc genres that I’ve been fortunate enough to read on ao3 at that point for a few years I had high expectations and none of them were met. y/n fic was truly in hell from what I could see……

I think I actually ended up on tumblr bc one of my friends told me she posted a fic out of boredom and I was like wow?!? U did?!? and it got me thinking like huh…..*I* could do that too🥴 I went back and forth with myself abt it for a good while too bc I don’t write anything outside of my tumblr accounts, but I gave it a shot and it was an awful experience just to write. idk I felt the cringe I think a lot of people feel when they read y/n fics maybe? or smut in general. I was very ‘ick’ abt writing at first, did not get comfortable with it until maybe a year later.

the only fanfic I’d ever written in my life was when I was like 10 years old abt 2 wwe wrestlers HOLDING HANDS…. and people were rly nice abt it but all “I wish they had kissed!”, yeah I was a child who had no buisness writing fanfics lmao.

I was like once we get out of this lockdown thing I’ll be done, but here I am….still writing🤔 and now I do enjoy writing, like a lot. I love coming up with ideas and receiving reactions to my fics so……ah. I never considered I could write maybe a book someday, but ykw anythings possible.

when I say if you want to read something you need to write it yourself- I am literally speaking from experience. I could not find what I wanted to read, so I wrote my own, now here we are🧍🏻‍♀️

[herashifts]

WHATS UR GHOST DR LIKE?

AAAAAAAAAA FIRST OF ALL, I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR ASKING !!!! I MADE A TIKTOK EXPLAINING THE BASICS HERE, BUT THIS IS AN EXCUSE TO RAMBLE ABOUT MY HYPERFIXATION SO I'LL PUT IT BELOW THE CUT

Ok so basically, it's is a combination of a bookstore owner DR and a DR where the lore of the band Ghost is real! So, the band itself has its own lore, like I mentioned, and its whole deal is that it is part of a (fictional!) Satanic church. (It's theistic Satanism, unlike the Satanic Temple in this reality, which doesn't actually worship Satan.) The lead singer of the band is the head of this church and has the rank of Papa (it's Italian for "Pope"), while the instrumentalists/backup singers are called Nameless Ghouls, or just Ghouls. The ghouls are demons summoned from Hell to serve the church. Fans have named the ghouls because Papa only ever introduces them as "Ghoul" onstage gjkfhbkjf

ANYWAY. The current Papa in this reality is Papa Emeritus IV, originally introduced as Cardinal Copia! (He got promoted hdfgjdhkf) Copia's my s/o! He's the love of my life, the other half of my soul, my everything. Copia, despite being a Cardinal in the Church of Satan, is an awkward doofus with anxiety and I absolutely adore him. He's just so hdjghdfkghfd <3333333 This is him:

Papa Emeritus I, II, and III are his brothers, but they don't know they're related yet. Papa Nihil is their dad, and all four of them are half brothers bc Nihil wasn't one for being faithful :')))) I can get more into the rest of the Satanic Panic's family tree later if you want me to, but to save time here, I'll hold off for now 🥰

Moving on, when I first shift to my DR, it will be when Copia is still a Cardinal and Papa Emeritus III (aka Terzo, the bisexual disaster himself) is still Papa. I have recently inherited a witchy bookshop ("The Witch's Inkwell") near the church's HQ, called the Ministry. Copia, being the world's biggest nerd, is going to swing by because he knew the previous owner, my uncle, and wanted to go shopping for new books. Instead, he sees me! That's how we meet, and thus begins a slow burn romance full of mutual pining and idiots in love. Copia's ghouls (the ones that he personally summoned from Hell) and Terzo are also probably going to try and parent trap us, so sjghkdfhg OH! Here's what some of Copia's ghouls look like for context asjdshjfkdhf

The ghouls themselves are feral little beasties but we love em <3

...Wow I really went into all this without really talking about myself huh 💀💀💀 Okie dokie then 😭😭😭 My name is Aoibhe (pronounced "EE-vuh," it's Irish fkjjdhgk) and I grew up in Bristol, only to move to Grimsbury when I inherited the shop! In my DR, Ireland was never conquered or colonized, and it has a royal family as famous as the British one. My family is actually distantly related to the Irish crown, too! I actually wrote a lot about the Irish royal family and how they fought off invaders, but the sparknotes version is that the people who would unite the island and lead the fight against those who would conquer it had a form of pyrokinesis! Over time, this ability became rarer and rarer until it vanished entirely, fading into legend. That is, of course, until my brother and I were born ;) So yeah I have fire powers fhjkghfdhf (I know it's cringe but I'm having fun, so let me live 😂😂😂)

So yeah! That's the basics dgjdhfkghd If you have any specific questions, feel free to ask!!! I love talking about this DR!!! <3333

@florashifting 💕💕💕

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

my brain is like "oh hey look at that, you got all the requests from one single category done good job!"

and I immediately clap back with "THAT ONE SINGLE CATEGORY ONLY HAD ONE IN IT, THAT AIN'T A BIG ACCOMPLISHMENT HONEY" XD

(for anyone wondering, the category was love letters, and there was only one request for a love letter from Grell haha)

but anyway sometimes I'm struck with the urge of holy FUCK wipe all the old content away from this blog aaaaaa DON'T LET ANYONE SEE IT

however, then I see that there are still people liking those little mini fics, still people enjoying and discovering them and probably people rereading them as well

and, idk, it hits different?

I'm incredibly proud of how much my writing has improved in general since I started this blog, like, 11 years ago, and a lot of the time I look back at old stuff and cringe

but then also, it warms my heart knowing that even the stuff I think isn't that great, people still find something to like about it

thank you guys so much for that, letting myself think "wow that one is bad, that's actually a thing I wrote huh" and also letting myself think "... but someone still likes it" is a very very good feeling

you guys are the best

shout out to anyone who's been here from the very beginning when I started this bitch in like 2012 and has stuck around to see my character development

hope I'm making ya proud!!! <3

[codylabs]

I really loved reading your comic on Deviantart "Gravity Falls: Wendy Vs. The Future"! You said you'll try and get page 27 and beyond out 'soon'... In 2017... Are you still working on that comic?

Oh man that one! Tell you the truth, it's been going on 5 years since I've even read the entire thing, and I wasn't too pleased with it last time I did; I've progressed a lot since then in terms of writing and art style, and my old work gives me the major cringes. Kind of odd to say about that comic in particular, since it set the plot for my entire AU in motion and was the first 'popular' thing I ever made online. The community I found with it is the reason I made a Tumblr account and a ff.net account, so it's a big part of who I am and where I am... But no, I have no plans of finishing it. Honestly haven't thought about it in the longest time until I read this ask.

I guess I could finish it though? The main roadblock is that I don't know what else to say. At the time I originally wrote it I had a lot on my chest and by writing it I really got it all off. So if I were to return 7 years later to finish it, I would need to reread it, compare where I was then to where I am now, and finish it with a more mature outlook in mind. (Which would actually be a really thematically appropriate way to finish a story about a visit from a future self, now that I'm thinking about it. Wow. I might actually consider that. Huh.)

[turanga4]

Fic Stats Game

Rules: Give us links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and fic with the least amount of words.

Thanks thanks for open tag, @midnightstargazer!

Math is hard, but...

Most Hits: Oh noes it's lil baby turanga's head hop jamboree. This (actual title is After the War) is my "longfic" which is actually just twenty short fics stapled together, and I wrote it when I was very new to fan fic and had truly no idea what the HELL I was doing so it is cringe cringe cringe time when I re read it now. Nevertheless, it holds a special place in my heart.

Second Most Kudos: Accidental Magic which is also quite old but aged decently well, my lil stab at understanding Harry's evolving sense of self as he moves past the Dursleys.

Third Most Bookmarks: Argh it's the head hop. Rather than link that, though...this is the first time I've actually checked to see if lil baby turanga even GETS bookmarked and truly, whut the FUCK is going on with Aftereffects? It's a tiny buried gen one-shot that every now and again sort of blows up, and whoa wow huh it evidently has 43 bookmarks (only 30 of which are public). Unreal.

Fourth Most Comments: Mysteries, which cool cool, I am proud of that one. My first actual ship piece, when I think about it, and hellz yeah chiastic structure.

Fifth Most Words: With caveat that all but the one thing that is 14K, is less than 2 K....that'd be Animals, which posits a besties situation between Remus and Firenze.

Least Amount of Words: I have a handful of 100 word drabbles, so might as well share the first one of those: Relief. Featuring good godfather Sirius Black.

Tagging (no pressure) a few people i can think of who have more than six works out there who i don't remember seeing as already tagged: @saintsenara @greenhousethree @ala-baguette @ashesandhackles @broomsticks

[anna-hawk]

🙋‍♀️💖🦅💞 and 🧠 for uhhh the Mute? (I have too many questions oops 😅)

Oh wow, thanks, Lucy for sending in so many 🤗🤗.

🙋‍♀️Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Oh yeah, definitely. I don't hide it. Most of the time I just say that I write but don't go into details because fanfiction isn't something commonly known around me. I will try to explain a bit more if people are curious about it, and the reactions are always funny. Especially when I tell them that I write smut 😆. Otherwise I have my sister and a very good friend who know stuff in details. Neither has ever read anything, though.

💖 What made you start writing?

That is actually a very good question. I started writing in my early teens. I just loved writing, holding a journal and stuff like that, imagine stuff. Fanfiction wise, what made me write (without knowing what fanfiction is because internet was pretty new where I'm from), was Hugh Jackman. My then best friend and I were huge Wolverine fans and I wrote her a couple of fics and she for me. Good times. I still have them on my laptop. Oh, the cringe of reading something of a 17yo me 😬😂.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Depends of its length. If it's something short-ish, I go with the general idea. I'll add a couple notes if something comes to mind, but that's about it. If it's a chaptered fic then yeah, I definitely outline. Admittedly, the outline can be a bit vague at first. Most of the time, I get a better feel for it once I've written a whole chapter and gotten into the story and the characters. At least that was the case for my last 2 longer fics. I keep opening and closing the doc anytime I get a new idea and build up the plot.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Always and forever Frank Castle. The character who got me from writing for myself to posting. I will always go back to him.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

The Mute, huh? Hmmm... My favorite headcanon is pretty simple and what many of us probably want. He survives the end and finds peace with someone, living in a small cottage and just living his life.

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[livlepretre]

Not me GASPING when you called After the Fire, But Before the Flood cringe 😭 I fkn loved that fic, it was the first thing that I found that scratched my newly born Klaulena itch.

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Thank you, that is very kind and means the world to me— ATFBBTF still has an extremely special place in my heart— it was my first novel length fic, and my first deep plunge into tvd and Klena as well, and it was fueled by the fires of a brand new ship lighting my brain on fire which is always so exciting. I’m still overall happy with it and think the premise has held up as different and interesting and unique within the fandom, at least.

I guess I was just surprised that I disagreed with my own characterizations in some regards— like, usually my own characterizations are the ones I most agree with! It’s been probably a decade since I’ve looked at it, so it was a big surprise to find out how much my thinking on the characters had evolved. This was maybe predictable for Klaus— I wrote the first 10 or so chapters in the summer between seasons 2&3, so I always patted myself on the back for the character work without much of anything to go on, although W O W did not appreciate at the time the fascinating shades of how fucked up Klaus truly is— but I was really surprised by the ways in which I disagreed with Elena’s portrayal. Not to say there aren’t lots of moments that still work for me— and I’m only on chapter 5 of the reread, so my opinion might change— it was just jarring. Like, wow. Girl really let Klaus finger her like half an hour after Stefan and Damon died, huh. This is what I mean when I say the ship must have melted my brain, or like, the entire fic was just running on galaxy brain or something.

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unblock...2...

thank you gobstikelsa1970..although i blame you for having to break one of my earlier rules. this was supposed to be all part of the same post. which started yesterday and was supposed to continue and continue until tumblr officially decided to kick me off their website altogether for being a nuisance and a show off at which point i would be forced to roam the face of this earth with words pouring out of my fingers into the thankless earth. sorry. i kind of got ahead of myself there. but ive decided to continue this on a seperate post, titled the same with a few sad dots and a 2 at the end. perhaps my two followers wont hate me so much anymore, and they might even ask other people to follow me. although they seem to only be interested in large naked men with bulging muscles. i hope thats not why they added me for i can only ever be a large naked man with a bulging stomach. they might be into that, after a few beers, maybe a couple of tequila shots and five hundred years of solitude. another cliched literary refernce. see earlier post for reference and explanation for terrible grammer and spelling. fuck dead white old men! were they old? i cant remember. and I cant go back and check either. you certainly can. but you wont. because youve got better things to do, like continue reading this post. emoticon alert. okay this is starting to get repetitive. I’m making the same jokes as yesterday. its probably a good thing i cant go back and reread my posts because then i definietely would be cracking the same jokes again and again. or i might be able to build on them and improve them. isnt that what all writers do? Bukowski certainly does. I’ve read three books by him and countless short stories and it seems to be the same books over and over again with very similar characters, especially women. doing the same things over and over again and him just finding us better ways to tell us about it. so I guess I can do that. but I cant rered what I wrote yesterday so I cant. and I’m not great. by any stretch if the imagination. but then neither was Bukowski. another reason why my wife cant read this, she’d pick up the laptop and smash it over my head for saying that.                          (FORCED DELETION)

I FUCKING HATE DONALD TRUMP. compared to him, i’m jesus christ. i.e. impossible to hate. everyone loves jesus, even the people who hate bible bashers because the man just talked about love. and he had cool hair. the poor guy was even ready to marry a prossi. how fucking awesome can you get. my mum called me jesus the other day because she was yelling at me and i just kept smiling at her. thats how amazing the man was. although it does kind of help the argument that he might have been deluded. even mad. huh. i didnt think of it like that. not a very nice thing for my mum to have said. hmmm. i’m blanking for a bit. oh new rule! i have to tell you, i say you even though i know nobody is reading this, and if someone is…cringe!!! but yes i have to tell you why i stopped writing yesterday because i wrote down i have to go to work but thats not good enough as an excuse because i’m actually at work as i write this. my work involves sitting behind a counter with a laptop infront of me and ignoring every customer who walks in as much as i can. yes i’m a till jocky and not the cool kind like randall from clerks, but more the sad kind like Dante because he hates being there but has nowhere fucking else to go. my parents own this place. hence my dad being a rich capitalist and my being a fake socialist. and ive been stuck here for the last six years now and i reconize 90% of the people who walk into this place and i want to punch atleast 90% of those 90%. I cant punch the rest of the 10% because theyre too fucking old. not because I like them. wow I hate a lot of people. no. no. this is just a symptom me hating myself again. it has to be I’m starting to come out like a monster in this post, my two hypersexualised followers are going to be defollowing me any second. can you find out if someone has defollowed you? do you get a little notification for that? like you do when someone is following you. such and such person is no longer following you. LOSER! me. not them. i’m the dumpee remember, not the dumper. maybe this is me. maybe this is why i’m writing this, because i cant possibly hope to tell anyone any of these things. not face to face anyway. who would want to listen? God knows I wouldn’t. except maybe if i was getting paid for it. even then. clearly ive gone through medical school or at least graduate school to be sitting there and getting paid to listen to this crap and eventually i’d reach a point where i’d want to get this person out of my room, out of my face out of my life, just as far away from me as possible, wow. i want to stop writing this now. i suddenly dont feel great. and i feel tired 

[theharpermovieblog]

#HARPERSMOVIECOLLECTION

2023

MOVIES I HATE

I watched Halloween Ends (2022)

I eventually had to finish out this new trilogy after watching 2021's dissapointing Halloween Kills. My hopes weren't high for this, but somehow it still managed to severely disappoint me.

The Third installment of David Gordon Green's sequels to John Carpenter's Halloween.

Director David Gordon Green and writer/actor Danny McBride have done some good stuff together and are both very talented. When they rebooted the Halloween sequels by going back to the end of the original film and moving forward from there, they did a solid job of making an interesting and fun, if predictable, slasher film. The follow up, Halloween Ends, started off fun and brutal but quickly descended into a weirdly preachy, aggressively obvious and cringe-worthy statement about mob justice. With Halloween Ends, Green and McBride's sequel trilogy comes to, as the tile suggests, an end.

Why this third installment (that's technically a fourth installment) is jumping four years into the future and wasting our time introducing new characters, reintroducing old characters, rebuilding and reorganizing relationships and basically beginning the reboot again, is beyond me. When this film started, I thought maybe we were going to be jumping right back into the story, but instead this film starts unfolding into something wildly different. At this point in a series of films, it's annoying to have to sit through this much setup. This movie mostly revolves around an entirely new character. The survivors of the last film are here, but not the main focus and Michael Myers is barely in the film.

The plot of this movie is pretty terrible and needlessly convoluted. Basically a kid teams up with Michael Myers and starts murdering with him to gain his power to heal through murder. Are you asking, "What?" "Huh?" And "Why would I want to watch that?" The answer is, "I don't know." "I'm just as confused as you." And "You wouldn't."

This movie is boring and pointless on a lot of levels. It doesn't work within the context of the newer sequels, it doesn't work as a continuation of the original Halloween film, it doesn't work at all. It's trying to flip the script and be different, but it's aggravating to old school fans and must be confusing to new fans. What were Green and McBride thinking when writing this? It has no life to it, it has no fun, it has no scares, it has nothing except rehashed character arcs, some form of magical thinking which is trying to explain Michael Myer's powers (which can apparently be learned by other people) and a storyline I couldn't have cared less about because it deviates so far and pointlessly from everything we've watched up until this point. They wrote a script that blatantly shows that Michael Myers has magical healing superpowers and can't die and then gave those powers to someone much more annoying for most of the film.

I couldn't believe how stupid the story gets. How did we end up here? Why write this? It's not clever, it's not interesting, it's not smart. It's simply a waste of our time, until they decide at the very end to give us fifteen minutes with the killer we came to see. And even then he mostly is there so Jamie Lee Curtis can beat him up.

This sequel trilogy has been an incredible letdown. Like a shit that started out solid and turned into diarrhea. I really can't describe how bad this is or how much it doesn't work. Wow, that sucked.