#writing excersise

[awakenedgirlspring]

Sunflower

I let myself fall along the side of the road, leaning my back against the fence. Their size looms over me providing shade, shelter. The wind breezes by and it reminds me of the seat from my travels and it blows through the field playing a song of rustling leaves. This is a home for now.

The field is United, each flower knowing where to face, emulating their parent far up in the sky. All a beautiful sea of golden yellow. In there center a spot of darkness, gnawing at me. A void that I can't help but fill with what I lack. What lays out my grasp because of isolation, denial. I am lost. But at least I have the breeze and this sea of yellow.

[mindtrove]

kiss #26 !!!

Thank you!

I initially was going to do this for my Inquisitor and Solas but that got ahead of itself and ended up way too long so that's gonna be posted another day as it's own thing lmao

So I decided to do it for my side character:

Kiss Roulette Meme

26. A kiss while one or both parties are crying

Pharaan & Emmrich

“I do not come to the Memorial Gardens as much as I should.” Pharaan mused. 

“That hardly surprises me. You are prone to sequestering yourself in your secret little nook within the grand libraries.” Emmrich gently chides him giving a small squeeze to the arm linked together in his as they stroll among the dead. 

“You seem in higher spirits since meeting The Inquisitor.” 

“Meeting the in-laws always feels a daunting process, I am simply happy that it went so smoothly. Your sister is a lovely woman.”

Pharaan hums in agreement, “she has suffered too much, it feels good to perform my duty to her these last ten years.” 

“Duty?”

“Her elder, protector and counsel in place of my father since his death. Even so before then the burden should not have been on my father alone. She may have not endured as many hardships had I been there to do my duty as her brother.”

“That is hardly your fault my dear.” Emmrich comforts, it had taken a lot of time before Pharaan confided in his past dealings with the more archaic Circles outside of Nevarra. While it pained him to see his love place such unfair self-inflicted expectations on himself he couldn’t help but admire it in the same breath. Both siblings were adept at concealment of very deep and heavy feelings, particularly with matters of the heart.

“Oh that note,” Emmrich says as both soon realise this had not been a simple stroll but a walk towards a destination. “I did have a wonderful conversation with your sister about your father and mother and it inspired a gift.” 

A low deep grumble, questionable in nature, leaves Pharaan as he allows Emmrich to lead him to an altar made for two. There are no graves underneath, but saffron flowers decorate the stonework and a heavy oud incense is freshly lit. The scents return him to a childhood he had long shut out. He reads the names on the altar. 

Izemrasen 

Asil

Ar-rẓ-an-ɣ-ɣ-n-ɣ-n ɣ-iḍiɣ

Pharaan was poker-faced, as his eyes scanned the altar etched with his father and mother’s names. Emmrich remained silently by his side, arms still interlocked as he allowed Pharaan to process the gift before him. 

Emmrich’s nerves eventually broke the silence, “They remain in our hearts,” he repeats the old Nevarren words in Common that had been added to the stone. “There are very few records in the library to help understand this particular Nevarren dialect. Very old. Your sister was very helpful in finding the right words. I only wish we had the means to bring their bodies here to rest, but I hope this will do.”

Pharaan lifts a finger to the corner of his eye, wipes away a tear before it can dare to make itself known. “You needn’t have gone to the trouble,” Pharaan whispers. He rubs his fingers together as if both the tear and the tender building emotions rising in him are more a tedious pest than a very real longing to allow himself to appreciate the grief, love and remembrance for a mother and father long loved and long missed. 

“Nothing is too much trouble for you my darling.” Emmrich responds. Warmth blooms as Pharaan raises his hand to press the jewelled knuckles to his lips. Firm, and the soft intensity of the pressure he uses to kiss the elder necromancer's hand. The only giveaway he would allow to linger of his feelings, and the appreciation of his lover’s gift.

[futureflipflop]

Visual novel game...

so say i were to make a visual novel game... OR help in making/promoting one... would.. that be cool? 🥺

and what.. kind... of visual novel would you be interested in playing... GENRE WISE, it would be a dating/otome one i suslhiksdflikhsdfhlisdfhilsdfhujikl yeah

IF THERE'S SOMEthing HERE THAT ISNT/WASNT AN OPTION I HAVE ANON ASKS ON!!!

[doyouknowhowtowaltz]

“Old Providence” sounds very interesting! My mind goes straight to Lovecraft, but is that what you have in mind?

It's a western! Or the starts of one anyway. Right now its just two thousand words of set dressing, and it would probably be better off as the opening chapter to a longer story, but that has literally never stopped me from publishing a fic before.

“Benevolent, yes, but not a moral man, no, but a virtuous one, and maybe, that’ll be enough.” Said Parson Brown in hushed tones after the sermon on Sunday (which Old Enoch rarely attended) when concerned folk caught his ear about Old Enoch’s immortal soul.

Beatrice always kept careful watch on Old Enoch after hearing these whispers, but she never found Old Enoch to be anything but upstanding and genial. 

Sometimes, Beatrice wished Old Enoch fell into the category of people who drank, just so he would come into the tavern and stir up more gossip.

[4056domepp]

Character Factory

Pepi, a creature of dichotomies, defies the mundane expectations of a household cat. Her fur is an intricate quilt of grays and splashes of muted gold, as if someone scattered autumn leaves across a canvas of steel. The colors blend seamlessly, giving her an almost ethereal, smoky appearance. The patches of cream and yellow, though subtle, glimmer in the low light, adding an air of mystery to her presence. Her fur is thick and textured, like velvet pressed under shadows, creating the sense that she belongs not in this world, but somewhere between the folds of dusk and dawn. Her face, angular and sharply defined, frames eyes that are simultaneously feral and profound like molten amber peering out from a dark cave. They burn with the intensity of something ancient, something that remembers being wild.

Her movements are sleek, predatory, yet oddly familiar. Pepi’s compact body navigates through space with the surety of a dancer rehearsing steps long mastered. She doesn't merely walk; she glides her paws barely making a sound as they touch the ground. Though small in size, her presence commands attention. She fills the room with an understated authority, the way a queen occupies a throne without ever needing to raise her voice. She stalks her surroundings like a predator surveying its territory, but there’s no malice only purpose. Pepi's physicality is a contrast study: while her serious expression suggests stillness and patience, her every movement hums with latent energy, like a bowstring drawn taut, waiting to be released.

In this moment, Pepi stands on the threshold of action. Her head tilts slightly, just enough to catch something perhaps a fleeting sound or the smallest flicker of movement. Her sharp eyes focus on the unseen, and though she does not yet move, you can feel her muscles tensing under her luxurious fur. It’s as though she’s perpetually poised between curiosity and indifference, her thoughts unknowable but fascinating to watch unfold. The room around her fades into insignificance; it becomes her domain, a space where only she matters. Even in this stillness, Pepi is anything but passive. She absorbs everything, calculating her next move with feline precision.

If she were to speak, her voice would likely be soft but commanding, cutting through the air like a whisper carried by the wind. Pepi doesn’t need to make much noise to be heard. Her presence alone speaks volumes. Every flick of her ear or twitch of her tail is its own form of communication, and though she rarely “talks” in the way most expect, her body language is far more eloquent.

[hotmalewife]

I do feel like aitas are always some weird strawman that's close enough to being true to piss people off hard enough to give it attention

[barcapix]

could u do a hector fort x reader where he’s at training and during the break, one of his teammates show him multiple social media posts uploaded by his mom of her and his gf of 2-years having a girls day without him knowing prior. the whole team is teasing him and saying how locked in they are and he’s just so happy asf saying that’s wifey and stuff like that xx

✮ Tú y Mamá - Hector Fort

hector fort x fem!reader

sy: hector’s mood had been low all day, from your absent messages for hours. what he doesn’t know though, is your date with his mother was what you were up to.

a/n: this was a little crammed into my schedule to write, so im really sorry if it’s a lil stiff but ty for the req 🧡(ifykyk @n0vazsq)

warnings: nope!

the ciutat esportiva was electric, barça players scattered out amongst the pitch, immersed within a full spectrum of excersise and activities.

hector was completing goal warmups, firing past numerous balls beyond inaki. nearby, cubarsí and lamine were atop a cooler box, following every movement hector made.

“he looks sorta angry doesn’t he?” lamine nodded over, grabbing pau’s attention. “i wonder what’s up with him.”

“did you not hear what he was talking to balde and ansu about? his girl hadn’t messaged him this morning.” pau noted in all solemnity.

“what?” lamine grinned, “are you serious? de ninguna manera.”

“im serious.” pau scoffed, shaking his head. “he’s crazy over that girl.”

lamine let out an exasperated sigh, watching as hansi blew out his whistle to signal the first water break of the morning.

hector kept his head low, strutting past the two guys in a seemingly rushed hurry. his eyes were locked onto the ramp to the lockers, as lamine and pau instantly followed his footsteps.

their cleats were in a rhythmic motion, the clicks bouncing from the concrete walls onto the otherwise silent hallway. hector’s movements had stopped at this point, an eerie silence lingering.

“hey hermano?” lamine called out, his voice echoing off the bricks. they meet face with the locker room, sighting hector’s figure silhouetted in the dim light. he sat on the bench below his locker, head in hands.

his curls were messy and crumbled, his jersey clinging to his sweat-drenched body—his toned abs on display.

“why are you in here man? your bottles outside.” pau walked on closer, gently swatting his head.

hector let past a low murmur, tugging his shirt over his head. lamine frowned, taking a seat next to him.

“what’s the matter with you amigo? you don’t seem yourself today.” he further pressed, as they exchanged a knowing look.

“im alright, just tired.” he grumbled. it probably would of been believable if his voice wasn’t so threaded with tension.

“ey, the usual im tired gimmick,” pau teased but tone firm. “seriously hector, what is it?”

as hector was about to retaliate, a follow-up echo of shoes clacked against the floor, revealing a wide-eyed gavi, pedri, casado and olmo.

“coach has been looking everywhere for you three!” dani exclaimed, flailing his arms. “why are you all in here?”

pedri sighed in relief whilst muttering a small, “i told you so,” to gavi who didn’t seem to hear.

“ask him that,” lamine gestured to hector, inviting the four players near. the group drew closer, with raised brows and curious expressions upon hector’s uncharacteristic gloom.

“we saw you with that dopey look on your face earlier,” gavi tried to lighten the somber mood, grinning. “wipe that glare off man.”

hector didn’t comment, he just kept his gaze onto his lap where he was fidgeting with his jersey.

casado huffed, trying to bring reassurance. “it’s not personal H, she’s just busy with your mom.”

the words rolled off his tongue simultaneously, though by the look on hectors face, he immediately regretted it.

“she’s what?” hector abruptly stood up, voice rising and laced with confusion.

“uh, yeah, she’s been with your mom all morning.” the spaniard mumbled, stepping back ever so subtly.

“how do you know?” hector advanced onto him, his face now inches apart from marc’s. hector’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his cheek twitching.

“oh si.. she posted it on instagram,” he gulped, the colour drained from his face. “earlier.”

hector’s glare intensified, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “my question is, why do you follow her?” he interrogated.

“no reason.. i follow everybody.” he said weakly, hurriedly shoving his phone into his pocket.

hectors eyes narrowed, the type of look that made marc shift uncomfortably. as though he was about to burst, pau quickly intervened, slinging his arm over his shoulder. “don’t worry hermano, he followed my sister and her friends who he’s never even met before.”

marc let out a sigh of relief, dropping his tense shoulders. a few of the boys snickered, poking fun at casado for his internet obsession.

pau continued, slowly steering hector’s attention away, “and get this, he liked so many of her posts that her boyfriend had to step in.” pau proceeded laughing, causing casado cheeks to blush.

“ey! i was admiring her aesthetic!” marc tried to defend, though that never really stopped the rest of them making fun of him.

“can’t you do that with your own sister? i don’t blame irene for blocking you!” pedri clapped his back.

“what? irene blocked you?” lamine doubled over laughing, clutching his stomach for air. “no way!”

“okay whatever whatever, show me again.” hector interrupted the guys’ gig, motioning for gavi’s phone.

pablo protested, although dani elllbowed him into submission. reluctantly, he pulled up the post on his phone, as hector took it from his hands.

hector flicked through the numerous posts, images of you and his mother laughing, posing, and seemingly drunk off merriment.

they featured everything from coffee dates and endearingly charming selfies, to affectionate boasts about your latest matching nail sets together.

each photo possessed a natural setting, no forced chemistry, no pre-practised techniques nor any false smiles. hector couldn’t shake the swell of his heart that was multiplying with each swipe, his grin only growing wider.

the simplicity of all of the candid shots, brought an unwavering, flustering emotion over him—his earlier frustration melted away. who knew that all he needed was a few coupled images of the two women he loved most in this world, to cure his dishevels.

“look at that smile on his face,” lamine teased. “he’s so happy, it’s disgusting.”

“see the way he’s invested in them,” gavi added, him and pedri similarly leaning into eachother by snickering. “he’s completely gone.”

“she’s got you hooked man,” dani commented, also grinning ear to ear.

laughter filled the room again, but this time, hector joined in. he ran a hand through his hair, with pablo’s phone still in hand, gazing fondly at the screen.

“at least we now know who really runs your life,” pedri qipped finally.

“she’s worth it though, they both are,” he said simply, the sincerity in his voice silencing any further teasing.

the others nodded, their teasing softening into gentle ribbing. “of course she is,” marc stated. “just don’t let her forget it.”

hector chuckled, his heart now infinitely lighter than it had been all morning and his mind no longer foggy. “believe me, i won’t.”

[the-grove]

The water splashed against her face as she tried to focus. The droplets felt like they sizzled from the warmth radiating from her face. Memories that weren't hers flashed through her head. This had happened before, but not from this perspective. Just who was it, and why were they no longer in the castle. Perhaps the better question was where were they to begin with. Some absconded ruins deep in some forest.

She walks back to where camp had been made. Perhaps he will find a note from whoever did this. If not that at least a clue to there identity. She digged through the backpack and other traveling gear, she felt impressed. Whoever was in charge knew what they were doing, a wide variety of survival tools were packed, as well as several change of outfits. So it definitely wasn't the Princess. Whoever it was they even remembered to pack Skar's armor. That's when he found it. A necklace, a prop one, well made but not of quality materials. Where had she seen it before... Despite it looking familiar he couldn't place an exact memory. He kicked a nearby stone and grumbled when it hurt more than he would have liked. He sighed and let himself fall into the bedroll. He felt a thud underneath his head and reached underneath a pillow. A journal. Their journal. She opened it, and ran her fingers through the pages. Countless writings and correspondences between her and Labelle. Others came and faded but none of them had been particularly chatty. Eventually she came across the way most recent page, written in a messy, large, dramatic writing read, "BE FREE, DARLING...,Love Velia. Lets chat soon." Skarlett sighed in frustration. Was that all she could think to right. She began to pack up the campsite. First task will be to find civilization, get word of whats going on the kingdom. Then decide what to do next. Whatever comes next, she'll need to be prepared.

[lynzine]

For years I challenged myself to write short stories on one unusually sized sheet of paper to improve my short story telling skills. Highly recommend. (The weird size of the paper kept me from just continuing on to the next page.)

If I can get you emotionally engaged in one page… that is power.

"If it's under 1000 words it's barely worth putting to paper, let alone publishing on AO3. It might as well be a prompt post on Tumblr."

Hottest take I've had someone say to me on reddit (y'know, recently). Yikes.

All chapter and work lengths are valid, y'all.

[separatetheyolk]

A Glass A Day Keeps The Shovels Away | Thomas Shelby x M!Reader

ʚɞ featuring: Thomas Shelby

ʚɞ warnings: PTSD, nightmares, dissociation, alcoholism, drugs, cigarettes, semi-descriptive violence, self distructive tendencies, war

ʚɞ notes: this isnt F1 but a peaky blinders one-shot came on my feed and it inspired me to write a little something. I dont see enough of domestic, kind, sweet Thomas one-shots even though we've seen that side plenty of times in the show so i deicded to write it myself lol

ʚɞ requests are open

The war had an affect on everyone. Soldiers, families, economy. Post-war Birmingham was an absolute shambles with little to help the men who'd put their lives on the line after their return and even less to help the families of those who didn't. Streets filled with drunken men stumbling around in a desperate attempt to stay awake. Women prostituting themselves to strangers in a haze of grief to forget the husband who died for Britain’s cause and to keep their families afloat. Screams and cries throughout the night that leaked through thin walls and spilling onto the street from soliders who'd suffered more than they had to.

And you? You knew those nightmares all too well. You knew the terror and fear. You could hear the shovels and picks. You could hear the mumbling of german through the wall. Sounding meer inches from your ear. You could feel the rough texture of Tommy's muddy shirt pinched between your thumb and pointer finger before hell rained down on your head. The mud bogged your feet and mind down. The sound of a gunshot and the cry of Freddie Thorne. The gunpowder that filled your nose. The knife in your back, scar still etched in your skin. You could feel it sometimes against the backrests of chairs. The way your skin didnt lie flush against the wooden surface, a slight bump where the scar was. An ever constant physical reminder of the toll the war had took on you and others. On Danny, Freddie, Thomas. Every poor soul who managed to make it home. The sound of the picks grew louder in your ears, the anxiety that once bubbled in your stomach now risen to your throat. A slight shine of sweat on your forehead and dampening the night shirt you were wearing. Blankets tangled around your feet like the dirt that had once clung unreleantlessly to your boots. You'd woken up in a fright just as Germans broke through, shooting awake with air being sucked from your lungs. Desperately heaving for Birmingham smoke as you frantically untangled your feet from the blankets. Yes, you knew nightmares all too well.

You tried everything to go back to sleep. Heroin, whiskey, even tried those stupid fucking breathing excersises Polly had told you about. But nothing helped. Wide awake, staring across the room to the wall facing you. Picks still hitting against it. They gave you the worst job..

Eventually, when it became clear you weren't going to get to sleep tonight, you rose from the bed. In a daze of sleep deprevation and darkness, you shuffled your hands along the floor picking up whatever clothing you could find and got yourself dressed. You didnt even bother to check if you looked presentable as you shuffled out the door, pulling the coat tight around your thinning frame to try and peotect you from the downpour, peak of your cap pulled more towards your eyebrows.

You walked aimlessly for about an hour before finding yourself outside the Garrison. Light still on hinting that someone was at least inside. You tried the door, finding it locked so resulted in knocking on the wood harsh enough for anyone inside to hear, wherever they may be.

You weren't left waiting for long, latches unlocking and door opening after about thirty seconds. Thomas Shelby stood in the doorway with that never changing unbothered expression on his face. Wordlessly, you let yourself in, shoving the coat off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Sitting at the bar you took your cap off, setting it on the counter with a slight rattle from razor blades. Despite your efforts, you were well and truly soaked. You didnt look up when Thomas made his way behind the counter, pouring you a glass. Nor when he left. Only coming back to the present when you felt the scratchiness of a blanket wrap around wet shoulders. The same fabric they'd used in the war for your uniform. Cheap and easy to mass produce. You took the glass, pulling it closer to yourself and stared into the dark golden concoction. Letting the other grab your coat from the floor and drape it over the counter. You only gave him a glance when he moved to sit down on your left. "You look like shit." He mumbled, lighting a cigarette and slipped it inbetween your fingers.

Thomas had always held a soft spot for you. He'd be rather caught dead then show this side to anyone. But for you? He made an exception. He saw a different side of you during the war. A terrified side, a side that shook at any slight sound, a side that jumped you to attention at any explosion, a side that would cling to him in tunnels like a lost child, a side that would fade from the present during lunch breaks often leaving Thomas to have to remind you, coach you to eat. On your worst days even feed you. That childhood innocence had vanished within the first week of being on the front lines. Replaced with complete and utter fear. You'd hardened your emotions by the time you'd returned home, however. Only showing that fear after nightmares. But you'd still occasionally dissociate when everything was still. "Nightmare?"

You nodded ever so slightly to his question, downing the glass and took a drag from the cigarette. "As usual." You murmered. Feeling the others eyes on you. Clothes soaked through it was easy to see just how thin you'd gotten. "You?" "Haven't tried to sleep." He chuckled softly, reaching for the bottle and pouring you another drink. "You know when you've had an awful day and it will for sure come knocking?" He turned to see you nodding, sighing softly. "Of course you do.." There was silence for about five minutes. A comfortable silence, one that wasn't forced. A silence that calmed your heart and eased away anxieties. A silence that highlighted just how tired and hungry you were. Exhaustion seeping into ivery bone and muscle, weighing you down. As if he could read your mind, Thomas eventually spoke up. "When was the last you ate?" He asked. Able to see your spine protruding from your back, shoulderblades prominant.

When was the last you ate? Did you even know? "Probably yesterday, or the day before." You didnt ever stay still long enough to eat. Or have a bath. Sure, that last part was disgusting. But if you stood still, you'd think and if you'd think, you'd think about the war. And most soldiers were looking to avoid that. You heard another sigh from Thomas, the other standing with a screetch of his chair on the wooden floor. "Finish that drink and then come with me."

Wordlessly, you done as you were told. Downing the rest of the drink, you stood from your stool and with Thomas' help, slipped on the soaked coat. You put on your cap, threw the ciggarette in the glass and followed the man outside. You let him lock up, then began to trail behind him. Ten minutes leter and the man was letting you into his home, hanging up his jacket and helping you take off your own and your cap. He set them infront of the fire, left to head to his room and fished out some dry clothes. He came back to you standing in the middle of the living room like a lost puppy. "Here.. Get changed into these." He spoke, holding the clothing out to you. With shaky and cold hands, you took the clothing. Softer than your own, much softer. But you didn't move to change. Or move to the bathroom to change in private. Stood there, still in the middle of the room, now looking to the clothes in your hands. "Do you need a hand?" You heard, glancing to Thomas briefly before back to the clothes. You didnt respond for a moment, brain computing the question before there was a very slight and clearly embarressed nod.

The clothes were carefully taken from you after that. Set on teh arm of the sofa before Thomas came back into view. He stood infront of you, slowly working on undoing the buttons to your shirt. He then slipped it off your shoulders and set it on the coffee table.

Next he directed you to the sofa, slipping off your shoes to find no socks. You really did just grab whatever you could find, huh? He stood, coming back five minutes later with a towel. He dried your hair first. Keeping it as gentle as possible while also making sure he was drying it at least a little. Once he was satisfied, he smoothed down your hair, dried off your feet and continued to help you undress.

He got your trousers off, let you change into some clean briefs, then helped you to lie down on the sofa infront of the fire. Grabbing another blanket, nicer one then at the Garrison, from the back of the sofa and draped it over you. As he turned away, he felt a slight tug on his shirt, looking down to your hand that was grasping the fabric.. Thumb and pointer. He sighed softly, carefully taking your hand and tucked it back into the blanket. "I'll be back. Just let me get a fire going and get you some food." He mumbled.

He didnt wait for a response. Getting the fire going, set up a drying rack in front of it and draped your clothes over the rack. He then dissapeared into a room to the left of the living room, coming back five minutes later with three slices of toast and some tea. "Here.. Come sit up.." His voice was softer now, setting the plate and cup on the table as he helped you to sit. He moved to prop your back up with pillows when you let out a whine. "What is it? Something hurt?" He asked, attention turned back to your face, studding it while a steady hand rested on your shoulder.

"No.." you had intended to leave it at that, but the look Thomas held best described as 'well what is it?' had you continuing. "You remember when we were kids? We'd have sleepovers and I had to sleep in your bed because there wasnt enough room on the floor?" That earned a chuckle from Thomas, nodding with a "Say no more.."

He grabbed one of the legs coffee table, dragging it closer before slipping behind you. Becoming the pillows he'd intended to prop you up with. He reached for the plate, setting it on your lap and began to tear thet oast up into bitesized pieces. He carefully fed you each bite, brushing awat the occasional crumb from the side of your mouth and alternated with tea when it cooled down enough. Fifteen minutes later and the plate was empty. Setting it down in the coffee table again and replaced the plate with the now half empty cup of tea. He helped you to finish it off, set that back where it once was and allowed you to get comfy.

It didnt take long for a rough hand to begin carding through your hair, untangling any knotts caused from the towel dry. "Do you want to talk about it? That nightmare?" He asked, looking down to the top of your head incase the response wasnt verbal.

"It's nothing that we haven't already talked about.." You mumbled, words slurred as sleep began to creep in. A full stomach of toast and warm tea wasnt helping. Neither did the humming that started after about two minutes.

It didnt take long to fall asleep after that, shovels and picks silenced and replaced with a heartbeat and the hum of familliar songs. Maybe you should go for a whiskey more often.

[eivorswife7]

Being an autistic person at school:

comes with a lot of stress, mainly because it involves masking, which is a coping mechanism where I mask my autistic traits and try to behave more neurotypical. It’s very draining and requires a lot of energy, and it’s still not enough.

comes with w lot of stress because of sensory overload, e.g bright lights, increased sensitivity to certain sounds, crowded spaces, loud noise, bad smells and textures. Each of these factors make my daily life harder, I feel irritated, tired and overwhelmed/overstimulated.

comes with a lot of anxiety, because I have trouble communicating, I take things literally sometimes, I find it hard to know what someone’s tone of voice means, or their expression. It makes me overthink and overanalyze details in order to come up with an appropriate response.

comes with more increased pain, my period cramps, headaches, pain in general are stronger, which often leads me to a sensory overload and is invading my daily life and makes me unable to to concentrate on basic tasks. It also makes me unable to participate in PE classes sometimes.

comes with a lot of emotional dysregulation, since my body can’t regulate my emotions the way the neurotypical one does, it’s harder to do so. This makes it harder to write tests, complete excersises in class. It can take a toll on my mental health and grades.

[rosemaryandbrine]

I feel like we are asking for the entire fic but, could we get more 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿?

honestly this is shaping up to be a big one and i am enjoying the hell out of writing it, so of course 😎

mcfraser longfic excerpt for the make me write emoji game

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 "Hold still, you -" Bill bites it back, but too late.  "What?" Jock asks, "Go on, what am I?" It'd be bolshy, if he wasn't doing as he was told.  You know, he could say.  "Hold still," Bill repeats. Seems a futile excersise, wiping blood from James McDiarmid, when like as not he'll be covered it in again come sundown.

[reelovesfictionalmen]

John Price SFW headcanons.

I wasn't happy with my nsfw ones tbh. (they're hidden behind the mature flag btw) So here are some sfw ones that I'm VERY happy with.

I always write with female reader in mind but these can be taken GN.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) He's pretty affectionate when he's off duty. If you both work together he will give lingering touches to your shoulder in public. Sneaking a kiss in his office at the end of the day.

Forehead kisses and nuzzling the top of your head! John is a tall bugger so chances are he has easy access to your head and he makes use of it. Pair those with him pressing you into his chest with a warm tight hug.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) You probably met on the job when you were both younger. You both share the opinion that sometimes you have to do bad things to do the RIGHT thing. You both understand that your jobs make you both the villain in someone elses story and offer each other comfort when the reality of that weighs a little heavy on you.

He's a loyal friend. He'll have your back even if the rest of the world turns it's back on you. Is a Dad/Mom friend. Are you keeping up a proper diet? Have you been excersising enough? Will threaten to strap you to a bed when you're unwell if you push yourself too hard.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He loves to cuddle off duty. The weight of you pressed against him brings him great comfort and relaxation. He likes to lay with his head on your chest with his arm around your waist while you play with his hair. He damn near purrrrsss like a kitty. He likes having you sit sideways in his lap with your head tucked into his neck while he strokes your back. It's even better if you fall asleep there, he'll wrap both his arms around you, squeeze you and sigh contentedly.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Hates disorder and filth. Is fine with a house that looks lived in. But none of that dirty laundry in a big pile, a sink full of dishes or a dirty floor. Makes the bed religiously every morning. He used to want to settle down and have a family but he knows people in his line of work rarely get that chance and if they do they're hardly ever home and he doesn't want a life like that. Would probably get into a relationship with someone in the military too.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He's a loyal man, so cheaters get dumped as soon as caught. He wouldn't mince words. A simple "this isn't working anymore"

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) It'd take a long time for him to get to that stage. There can be weeks when all you can do is send a few text messages to each other. Getting to the stage where he wants to marry anyone would take a few years imo.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) He can and will manhandle you if you want him to. He's pretty gentle with his lovers. The juxtaposition of his huge, rough and scarred body and him being gentle with you isn't lost on him nor you. Will 10000% pick you up and throw you over his shoulder for silly and serious reasons. You two had an argument and you're being childish and refusing to get in the car, he will pick you up and put you in the fucking car. You're not walking home in the dark.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Loves when you hug him from behind and nuzzle into his back. Secretly enjoys when you reach round and grab his pecs when you're hugging him that way. If you work together he struggles to keep himself from embracing you whenever he sees you around base. Always finds you at the end of the day to hide away for some hugs and kisses.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) It took a year and a half at least for him to say it to you. He had felt it for a while but wasn't sure how your relationship would work out.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Doesn't really get too jealous. He gets annoyed if someone hits on you. Usually grumbles and glares at the person.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) The king of forehead kisses. It's his drug. When you guys are making out he uses a lot of tongue, it's usually slow and sensual. Drunk whiskey flavored kisses are sloppy and hard. It's like he is trying to eat your face lol.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He's good with kids. He's the kind of man who will have several kids hanging off his arms and lifting them off the ground while they giggle at how strong he is. Finds the loud squealing of especially young ones to be a bit hard on his head, will get a headache if exposed to it for long periods.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Will push his morning run back a few hours just to lounge in bed with you and snuggle. Likes to have his morning run with you if you're into that. If you're also in the military he wont let you escape the morning run either. Breakfasts are quiet usually watching the morning news while eating oatmeal and having a hot cup of whatever it is you both like.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Likes to watch tv on the same couch as you. You don't have to cuddle but if you are on another couch he doesn't like it. Will likely pull you into his lap before the end of the night. Likes pillow talk.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) If you're dating him, you've known him for years and were likely friends for a few years before dating, so you know a fair bit about him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Lies and betrayal are things that bring him a lot of anger. Would rather you be honest than hide something from him. Might raise his voice in an argument but never yell.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Remembers a lot, most things. Even silly things. He's got a good brain, works an intense job. He has to remember a lot. Sometimes he might forget simple things after a grueling mission

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) When he surprises you with little gifts. Flowers he picked from the side of the road while on a run/walk. Tasty things he saw in a bakery he walked past. your giddy excitement when he tells you to close your eyes and not to peek before he gives the things to you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) He's protective to a point. I'm kinda writing this from the POV that you're in the military too. He knows you can and will kick ass and defend yourself. He mostly shows his protective side when you're out and about doing civilian things. Likes to keep you close, his hand in yours or holding you close to his side. He knows it's silly but he feels comfort walking on the side of the footpath closest to the road.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Has special dates marked on a calendar. Chances are you guys wont be together on the special dates because of work but will always find time to at the VERY LEAST send you a text message telling you how much he loves you and why. Will plan dinner dates to make up for it when he's off duty :)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Leaving cigar butts and dirty ashtrays around.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Not overly. He likes to keep his beard groomed well. Sometimes complains about how fast it's going grey. Just tell him you love aging with him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) If you had been together a few years it would take him a long time to stop feeling like theres a hole in his chest. If you've not been together very long he wont really mind. Might miss the company a little but it wont break him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) He's a mums boy. I read his nickname is JJ and that his dad is also named John. So he's John Michael Price Junior. Might have been someones headcanon but I'm running with it. Basically he loves his mum a lot. Her love fuels him. When looking for a partner he unconsciously looks for someone who loves like she does.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) People who are cruel to others and those who lie. He values honesty and kindness where it's due.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Lays on his back starfished taking up half the bed. Snores but you have earplugs to make sure it doesn't keep you awake :)

[justanotherperson1]

What made you want to write this story?

Uhhhhhh… well, I think I started it in late 2020? 2021? Some time following the pandemic. Honestly, I was inspired to write it because of an old deleted fic called, “Handprints.” It was an Optimus x reader that was SO well done I made some art for it. It was the first I had ever posted of, well, anything fandom. I was so scared lol. At the time, I had nothing but time, a decade long hyper-fixation and a dream.

The author of that fic (along with a bunch of other things) inspired me to kind of break out of my shell and finally kind of engage with the fan culture I had observed for sooooo long. Scarlet Ties is simultaneously a continuous writing excersise, a diary and the feeding of my inner child- turned delulu adult.

In the end ~I’ve always loved the villain~

Thanks for the ask!

[the-villainous-ace]

Baffy/Looney Tunes Human AU Outline

I wanted to post once I had little character concepts drawn out but anything I try to draw makes me feel physically ill *womp womp*, so writing about it is just easier at the mo.

It needs to fresh air and excersise instead of rotting inside my brain.

Looney Tunes Show Style living situation where Bugs and Daffy are roommates and clearly a queer married couple, Bugs knows this and acknowledges this is a self aware sort of comical way... meanwhile Daffy is just oblivious convinced Bugs is just his Roommate/best friend.

"Bugs Bunny" [GOVERNMENT NAME REDACTED] [AGE REDACTED]. Bugs in this human universe Owns a Club and is a Drag performer. As a performer they're known for their great looks as well as their cutting remarks and crowd work. They started out doing stand up but always wanted something with a more dramatic flare. Drag was her true calling and with her big buisness acumen he eventually saved enough to open and own her own club.

"Daffy [Horatio Tiberius] Duck" in this AU works from home as a content-creator/streamer with a fairly large following. He worked a number of odd jobs in the past often being fired or quiting on a whim. Twitch streaming was another whim but his acerbic personality and flare for the dramatics ended up endearing him to his now dedicated audience.

Daffy was a heckler at one of Bug's shows, Its turned into some great banter and it was one of the best nights of His career, after the show he bought Daffy a drink as thanks. Turned out Daffy needed a place to stay and Bugs was looking for a new Roommate. The rest is history and now they have a mortgage togther.

Purley the Vibes think... Dan and Phil 2024 era, Trixie and Katia, thatoneclipwhereTrixieissayingthatshe'sKermitandDavidisMsPiggy. TheLooneyTunesShow, Looney Tunes Back in Action, Jerma985.

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Sanders Sides - How they would comfort you during a panic attack

Authors note: I miss my favorite boys and got motivation to write for some reason so lets gooo.

⚠TW!⚠: Mentions of panic attacks, fluff, prob a little angst ig if you squint

👑Roman👑

-Roman would be his dramatic self (bc of course he would be) but at the same time would think up of ideas on the fly on how to help as you have your panic attack

-Would probably BOMBARED you with questions as he tries to figure out his best on how to help until he figures out that you wont be able to answer all too well in your panicked state

-If you indicate that you want to be held, he will hold you against his chest firmly so you can hear the comforting sound of his heart beating

-If not, he will simply sit and/or lay next to you until your panic attack is over, affirming you that he’s there for you

-Afterward, he will shower you with all sorts of comforting words -in both english and spanish- and shower you with acts of service (Bringing you some comfort items, making sure you’re comfortable, ect.)

-If you like physical affection, he will cuddle with you and pepper kiss all over you. Your face, your hands, your neck, your arms, your shoulders, ect.

-Like, literally no part of your body is safe from his onslought of kisses if you let him

-Don’t like physical affection? No worries he will simply keep you company but that won’t stop him from complimenting you every chance he gets

-He will compliment your eyes, your laugh, your humor, literally anything and everything he can think of. Which is a lot considering he’s creativity

-If it makes you feel better, Roman will bring you to his mind palace and create stuff specifically for you 

💙Logan💙

-Being that he is the most logical side and doesn’t do well with emotions, he will obviously try to go about it the logical way

-Will most likely know what to do already since he has helped many of Thomas’ friends from panic attacks and has helped Virgil before in the past

-Logans definitely the kind of person to just sit close to you while trying to give you space at the same time, not wanting to overwhelm you even more

-If you ask to be held, know its gonna be kind of a stiff hug at first since Logan isn’t used to physical affection (Patton tries to surprise hug him from time to time due to that reason)

-After a while though, seeing that it’s helping you calm down from the panic attack, he definitely melts into the hug. Even after you’ve calmed down he still won’t let go (someone give him a hug please he needs it)

-If you don’t like physical affection or just don’t like hugs, he’ll probably hold your hand through your panic attack as he guides you through breathing excersises 

-You’ll both just sit or lay in silence, enjoying each others presence for a while before one of you breaks the silence and you both just talk about random things

-Just small, light hearted things to lift the mood. “You’re so cute.”   “Objectively, I’m actually considered average looking.”   “You call yourself ‘average looking’ one more time and I’ll put salt instead of sugar in your coffee.”    “....”   “Exactly.” 

🍪Patton🍪

-Omg Patton goes into full on DAD MODE the minute he knows your having a panic attack. He might be able to see if before it even happens bc he just has that kind of, caring-for-others-more-than-himself-mode built in him. 

-Kind of like Roman and Logan put into one because he will ask if theres anything he can do to help and sort of knows how to deal with a panic attack but isn’t too sure

-Sooo, he just looks it up on his phone real quick. Once he understands what to do, he will help you through it with a kind and comforting voice

-I feel like his voice will definitely help ground you more than anything because its just so cute the way that he says “everythings ok” and “I’m here for you, kiddo” and just things like that

-If you want to be held, BOY YOU BETTER BE READY FOR SOME REAL GOOD HUGS/CUDDLES

-Patton literally gives the best cuddles I dunno what to tell you other than you will most likely fall asleep if you cuddle each other

-And will most definitely give you forehead kisses

-Don’t like to be touched? No problemo because he WILL make you something to eat and drink, especially if its your favorite/comfort food. I’m not even joking he will probably start baking a cake right there and then if thats your favorite treat

-He just loves to show you his love through his food overall

-Once you’ve calmed down he talks rambles about anything that will make you feel better once you’re all calmed down

💜Virgil💜

-My poor emo boy definitely knows how to handle a panic attack but has only ever dealt with panic attacks by himself so when he sees you having one

-He kind of freezes. 

-Once he snaps out of it though, he’s definitely panicking a little bit too with you as he attempts to think of everything he can to help you

-He’s kind of a guy who hesitates before doing anything because he just really isn’t sure but starts to calm down after seeing you calm down too

-If you indicate that you want to be held through your panic attack, he will be a little stiff at first but not in the way Logan is stiff

-Stiff as in he’s not sure if he’s doing this right and hopes that this actually comforts you

-Dont wanna be held? He’ll just offer you some comforting items kind of like a crow and its so cute that it really helps you calm down

-Once you calm down, he will constantly be checking up on you to make sure you’re ok 

-”You comfortabe?”  “ Need anything else?”   “I can get something for you if you want.”

-He’ll probably offer you his sweater too and once you put it on its smells so much like him and its absolute heaven

-You’ll def make him blush if you take a deep breathe of his scent on his sweater

-He’ll put on your favorite movie and chill with you in the living room for a while to make you feel better