#writingggg...

[keydekyie]

Taking it slow

[khaotunng]

this episode was SO GOOD. he is still in love and realises he will do anything to keep her alive even if it means getting her rage and a refresh of the worst time in their marriage, except this time he is enduring it all differently because he has remembered his feelings and is doing it all for her. AND THEN. the moment he feels like he'll take this all in stride for her (like their whole married life tbh) she is sick. She's once again the in love, trusting Haein he had gotten back but it's because she is sick. And it would have been better to have her swear she will hate him till her last breath but it's too late. ahahaha isn't it fun. don't we all want to cry

[year2000electronics]

Welcome to the Brotherhood

just a little blurb about how i think shimmer entered the brotherhood au village :]

(brotherhood au belongs to @0ketlyn-s and @tea0w0stache , shimmer belongs to me)

Shimmer wouldn’t exactly call herself a “globe-trotter”. Sure, she had been near a lot of the different troll kingdoms, but each of them had their own complex cultures that she never really felt herself committing to all that hard. She wasn’t stingy about any of their music, no, it was just that… Even if she had lost the ability to sing her music properly, she was still a Pop Troll, deep down. The music she loved got stuck in your head, tunes with a catchy chorus and a consistent beat that wasn’t too focused on beeps and boops or country twang. 

Her time spent just barely mingling with all the other Troll tribes had at least gotten her enough engineering know-how that she was able to make her autotuning choker work. That made her feel a little less like she was totally broken and alone, but… Even then, she could tell she longed desperately for a place she could call “home”. She had fled Pop Village in shame many years ago, so she was always reluctant to come back, but… 

…There were people she missed there. 

Maybe, just maybe, if she came back and shamefully admitted that she knew nobody could ever love her like this, especially not after running off, John and the others might throw her some pity and let her hang out with them as friends again. 

Of course, the only problem with that is when she asked around, every troll who’d ventured to the Troll Tree said that the place had been abandoned for years. So where were they, then?

“I think maybe a cave somewhere?” One of her bounty hunter friends had guessed. “But there are a lot of caves out there. Don’t quote me on that.”

Nobody ever needed to bother the Pop Trolls. Very few even wanted to, considering they were the ones who were notorious for overpowering other peoples’ music. With the hint of just “a cave”, Shimmer would be spending a lot of time searching. But… What other choice did she have? The heart wants what it wants- and right now, what it wanted was home. 

Of course, on the day she finally found that cave, well… Things didn’t exactly go how she expected. 

Shimmer hadn’t even gotten that far into the cave when she felt something brush against her leg- a tripwire of some sort. Caught off guard, she yelped, falling flat on her face and right into a net. The sound of it all sent ripples through the rocky area, as a gaggle of trolls immediately rushed over to her area. They all looked… incredibly unhappy to see her. Some of them were fraught with fear, others alight with anger. Each tried to question her at once. 

“Who are you? What are you doing here?!”

“She’s come to hurt the village!”

“She’s gonna sell us out to the Bergens!!”

“Did one of the outcasts call her??”

“Wha- no!” Shimmer grunted, trying to claw her way out of the net. “I’m not doing ANY of that! I’m literally FROM here!”

“You say that, but you didn’t know where all our tripwires were? Yeah. right,” One of the trolls scoffed.

“These weren’t HERE before!” Shimmer groaned in frustration. “Will you people just- LISTEN?!”

“Why should we listen to you?” Another fired back. “You’re a stranger!”

Shimmer’s eye twitched as this chicanery continued. She didn’t remember the village being THIS cagey… What had HAPPENED when she was gone? No matter what she said to them, they’d push back twice as hard, and it soon felt like she was going to be stuck in this net for good. However, something started to happen- she saw the crowd beginning to shift slowly, parting reverently as if to let someone in. She squinted, trying to get a good look at the newcomer. 

Walking with a poised sense of patience, the man took careful yet confident steps, leading with his chest. He wore a set of eye-catchingly red garments, the scarf that wrapped around him and trailed down his arms resembling the wings of an angel more than anything. And his face… Oh, that face…

…

Was that… her ex??

“Everyone, settle down, settle down-” John Dory urged, trying to calm down the small group of trolls that had gathered with a frown. “What’s going on here?”

“It’s an outsider, John Dory!” One of the trolls cried in a panic. “She was trying to enter the village! What do we do with her?!” 

John’s gaze steeled as he stepped closer to the net, trying to get a good look. “Show me.”

He was met with no resistance, and Shimmer’s heart nearly stopped as he set eyes on her. This man was… far different than the boy she once knew. He spoke like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and the way he stared- his eyes were precise, like needles of sheer determination that pierced anyone they bored into. It made Shimmer go radio-silent as his eyes finally registered her. But then… his icy gaze began to change. His brows softened as his eyes met hers, and his pupils dilated. He stepped closer, almost as if he couldn’t believe she was real. His face got dangerously close to the net, as she leaned onto the edge of it, staring back at him with bated breath. 

“Shimmer…?” He asked softly, reaching out a hand to try and grasp the net, only to seemingly back off out of nervousness. 

Shimmer had to say something, she knew it. Something, ANYTHING, just to break the growing tension between them, the watching eyes as they both continued to stare at each other like frightened deer. 

“...You’ve changed,” She whispered.

“I know,” He replied, brows furrowing slightly. He kept his cool, though, leaning forward slightly as he gave a glance at her own apparel. Her hair was in a sloppy ponytail, and she had given up on making herself look presentable, wearing a signature baggy sweater. “...So have you.” 

John turned to the crowd, tilting his head in Shimmer’s direction. “What are you all waiting for? Cut her down! She’s one of us- we sang together back when I was in BroZone!” 

The villagers leapt into action, clamoring about how they didn’t realize she knew the village savior and how that tie was very important to the village hierarchy or something. One of them went at it with a butterfly knife, cutting her free as she fell to the ground with a THUD. Dusting herself off, she looked up, only to see John extending a hand to her. She took it, letting the shorter troll lift her up. Once she stood up, though, the two of them continued to lock eyes, unable to tear away from each others’ gazes.

“Why’d you come back, Shimmer?” He asked. He tried to keep the question hovering in neutral territory, but there was a strong negative mix of emotions bleeding into his voice. Pain, shame, loss… 

“...No other place felt right,” She admitted, pressing her forehead against the net. “Please, John- I don’t know why this place has changed so much, or why you look so… different… but- I’m lost. In every damn sense of the word. I don’t know who I am anymore.” The words stung to admit. 

“I… I just thought maybe… Some old friends might… be able to help an old hag out,” She finished, trailing off. Her cheeks grew hot, her mouth stung. The onlooking villagers just made the entire ordeal so much harder. She broke eye contact with John, staring at the ground as if she was a child about to be punished. 

John swallowed hard, wringing a hand around his scarf. He seemed deep in thought on what to do, glancing around at the others. 

“Well-” He began to speak, combing his hair back. “We don’t usually… do this. But- so long as you promise you can be trusted, follow all the rules here, all that… Then I’m sure we can find a spot here for you.”

Shimmer let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. 

“...Thanks, JD. I… I owe you one,” She said, cracking a wobbly smile.

“Of course,” He replied, stuffing down any feelings that may have risen up because of her, and defaulting right back to a serene smile, clasping his hands together. “Welcome to the village of the Brotherhood, Shimmer.”

Their eyes met one more time. Shimmer immediately got what he was trying to say by revealing the name of the village to her- Brotherhood. The BroZone boys she once knew had grown into men, with, apparently, a grandiose amount of social status. In essence, he had just told her some vital info: First, to expect a lot of changes from the village she once knew, and second… that he made the rules around the village, so she should really watch out for him.

Yeah.

No problem.

She could do that.

[lunarharp]

scribblydump of witch

[lonewolflink]

...might drop a oneshot tonight if my hand slips

[thatsitso]

Finished Trimax, feeling good

[disney-mystical-au]

HIII ♡ first of all, I wish you the best of luck on your disney AU and I really love the storyline, super unique!

but I always wonder what happened to the side characters, fanny & clarabelle because their storyline on being friends during training, but had a fall out interested me so much!

will they appear again in your au or are they just one-time characters? + what motives / contributions do they have? ♡♡

BUTTTT either way, I'll still enjoy your disney AU!! goodluck 🤍

💙✨Oh my goodness thank you! I’m so happy you like my AU and all (really cannot express how much haha!)✨💙

To answer your question, yes I plan too! Considering I’m also planning/developing their stories into the AU (I had some ideas maybe one of them betrayed each other or it could be jealousy for one another and it ultimately lead them to not be friends anymore. I don’t know but something will spark)! I do however plan to write it out!

And for the last question I feel they’ll be more left out as side characters (like Huey, Dewey and Louie), but they’ll get their shine in the story so there’s a chance you will see more of them! ✨

(possibly in a witches duel 👀)

[dragon-ascent]

hi!! i don’t have any special compliments about your work that you likely haven’t heard before, i just wanted to say how much i adore your writing. ive been a silent reader of yours for awhile now (sorry!!) but everytime i read something of yours after a long day of work, it elicits some sort of positive emotion from me and considering i barely play or consume genshin anymore thats a wonderful skill of yours!! this is all to say that i hope you continue to make your “zhongli brainrot” everyone’s problem because it’s always a delight. :)

Aww don’t apologise for being a silent reader! I get that people can be shy or simply want to engage through likes/reblogs or even just reading haha.

And thank you so much!!! 💞 That’s really high praise if I could do such a thing!! I will always make my Zhongli brainrot everyone’s problem hehe ╮(╯▽╰)╭

[ava-ships]

(Puzzlevision Spoilers)

Me after every college semester

But yeah the movie was AMAZING

[slashingdisneypasta]

Oh. Oh no. Kai's hot too.

[screampied]

are you ready to show me attention now or…. 🧑‍🦲?!

nah nah the question is are YOU ready to show me attention

h-hey girl how u been 😘 LMAOO jay kay jay kay, i will give you more attention (i guess….)

[fuckingstrange]

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| Day25: Christmas Spirit Drought |

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WARNINGS: Hatred of Christmas, mention of depression, mention of death of mother and father, Reid tries to make reader feel better

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WORDS: 587

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PAIRING: Spencer Reid x m!reader

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All of my previous fanfics could fuck me up the ass, kill off my family, force me to detransition, and then make me live for all of eternity and I'd still hate this more.

You and the team managed to get called out for a case on Christmas. Thankfully, for JJ and Matt, it wasn't until around 6pm that the call came in so they got to spend most of Christmas Day with their families. You, however, had just drowned in depression all day.

You hate Christmas. Some of team, the ones without kids, as in Prentiss, Rossi, and Reid aren't so.. out there, about it either, but they don't share a hatred of the holiday like you do. It's awful and only reminds you just how much you miss your family, back when they called, back when most of them were at least alive. You lost your dad when you were a young boy, right around the holidays. You lost your mom just a few years back, specifically on Christmas Eve. You hate this cursed holiday. With every fucking bone in your body.

You lay curled up on the couch in the back, trying to get some sleep before having to go into the world of terror to find a killer. Reid, who could tell something was off the second you boarded the jet and ignored him, walks up to the couch, turns you around, and lays down next to you. Usually, you wouldn't mind him being close, but you don't really even want to be here right now. “..Sorry about your experience with Christmas being shitty, but, it won't always end up bad.” He says, a frown forming on your face. You just wanted to finish this holiday off like you have since your mom passed. Sleeping through the most part, crying through the rest. “It's always gonna be shit. It's cursed, I swear!” You argue, a light laugh sounding from the man snuggled against you.

You pout, glaring at him as he just starts running his finger along your jawline. “It won't be bad. We'll spend it together. I could take you out to dinner, and it'll be in a town where nobody knows us, so you don't have to deal with the unnecessary fear of running into somebody that hates you.” He says, the mention of the fact that nobody knows you in the town of the case being a bit soothing, helping ease your slight fear of being in the prying eyes of the public. You let your head lean forward to rest against his chest, taking a second to inhale his scent, using the familiar smell of him to soothe you.

Reid smiles down at you, his hand sliding back to gently rest against the back of your head, fingers lightly twirling the hair. He knows that seasonal depression kicks ass, and with the history of Christmas in your family, you're Santa's biggest threat with your lack of holly and jollyness, Christmas spirit more rare than a day off. He places a gentle kiss to the top of your head before snuggling in even more, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and pulling it over both of you. “You tryna take a nap?” He asks, though knowing the answer before you even nod your head with a sleepy hum.

Your arm moves to rest over his side, hand tugging his suit shirt out of his pants so it can rest on the warm skin of his lower back. Reid doesn't mind it, enjoying the small bit of skin-to-skin contact. He gives you one last kiss on the head before resting his own back, eyes fluttering shut at the same time yours do.

[ilovepedro]

GUESS WHO’S FINALLY ON VACATION FOR THE NEXT 10 DAYSSSS?!?!?

YIPPIEEEEE 🤸‍♀️🤾‍♀️

[pistachiotalenti]

Sapnap doesn't know what he was expecting.

He never really thought much about what Dream looks like coming in from the gym. It's a sight he's seen plenty of times before, and it's not one he particularly enjoys seeing, at least not any more than his usual clean-cut, minimalistic self. It's just Dream. He's just a dude.

And somehow that makes it all the more damning when Sapnap stands in the kitchen, washing a dish that isn't his, listening to George prattle on about whatever he's prattling on about—all until the moment Dream sets foot in the house, and George turns dead quiet.

Not immediately processing the reason behind George's silence, Sapnap follows his friend's gaze to the commotion at the front door. "Hey," he greets.

Dream dumps his gear at the bottom of the stairs and runs a hand through his dampened curls. "Hey," he calls back, voice deeper with exhaustion.

"You're sweaty," is all George says. Sapnap looks at him and notices his eyes, curious, trailing Dream across the living room.

"Yeah, I probably should be," Dream jokes.

"I've never seen you all sweaty like that," George quietly adds. Sapnap narrows his eyes.

He narrows them more and scrunches his nose when Dream walks past him in the kitchen. "Ew, you fucking stink."

"Good." Sapnap can't see him from the sink, but by the cool air nipping at his legs, he knows Dream has opened the fridge behind him. Dream's voice is distant as he dips his head inside. "It's your fault for not joining me. You wouldn't have thought I smelled if you were equally smelly."

"Is that how that works?" Sapnap snorts. He glances up to catch George's reaction to this less-than-serious argument, but instead sees something strange, if not at least a little predictable.

George looks like he's in a trance, gone entirely still on the couch. He's a bundle of blanket and body, curled up into the cushions with his hand on his cheek. He stares into the kitchen, though it's clear his attention is focused on anything but Sapnap.

Dream closes the fridge and steps up to the island counter, into Sapnap's view. It's clear now to Sapnap why it's taken so long for Dream to respond, as he finishes off his water. He tilts the now-empty glass bottle away from his mouth, where a rogue droplet falls and rolls down his chin.

"Yes," Dream finally heaves. "We could've been smelly guys together." He turns and motions to George in the living room. "We could've all been smelly guys together."

"Ew, no," George replies. He's smiling warmly, though, and half of his mouth is still covered by his hand.

Dream rolls his eyes and scoffs, "Okay, whatever. I'm taking a shower."

"Jeez, finally," Sapnap quips.

"Jeez, finally," Dream mocks in a nasally voice. He ignores Sapnap's grunt of dissent when he places his empty water bottle in the sink and trudges away in a gross, smelly blur. George only laughs.

With Dream heading upstairs, it's back to just the two of them. George sits in contemplative silence for a long while before burrowing deeper into the couch and pulling out his phone. Sapnap decides to actually wash Dream's bottle, if not to quietly gather his thoughts for a bit longer. And it's only when he places the last dish on the drying rack and he's certain that Dream has made it into the shower that he speaks up.

"God, bro," he says, shutting off the water. "You're actually so cringe."

George looks up at him. He surely sees the all-knowing look on Sapnap's face, but he decides to play dumb in spite of it. "What do you mean 'cringe'? What did I do?"

"Everything." Sapnap dries his hands. "Could you stop acting so sus when he's all sweaty and disgusting like that?"

"Sus– what–"

"At least when I'm around. I never want to see your dirty Dream thoughts flash across your face ever again."

"My dirty Dream...?" George's words get caught between Sapnap's barely-exaggerated accusations and whatever's floating around in his mind already. He grounds himself with a shake of his head. "No, you're stupid. You're so stupid. I'm not– it's not like that at all. I've just never seen him look like that before."

"Yeah, that's what you said. But I saw you being a little freak." Sapnap walks over to the opposite end of the couch and drops into the seat with a loud sigh. "Though honestly, Dream never drinks water from the kitchen after a workout 'cause he's usually already got one of his bottles with him. So maybe... maybe when he was drinking that in front of you, he was being a little freak for you, too."

Sapnap shrugs and leans back to rest his eyes. George's voice drops to a murmur. "...What?"

Blushing brightly, George stares vacantly into the distance. Sapnap watches him through his eyelashes and snickers. The sound pulls George's attention back to him in the form of a hilariously annoyed glare.

"Shut up already and go to sleep," George mutters.

Sapnap closes his eyes and smiles.

[shmaptainwrites]

so funny that i’ve made wilson wearing glasses such an integral part of my headcanons that i don’t even give it a second thought when i write about it

[lonewolflink]

3/9 SCENES FOR CH. 6 OF WSC WRITTEN

PROGRESS

CAN I GET IT DONE BY RYEJI DAY?!?!?!