Ace Fiction

I'm finally gonna write. Send asks to make me write. Please.

[acefictionwriting]

Hello and Masterlist

My name is Fiction! I write only SFW stuff, so absolutely no NSFW asks, please!

I'm very new to writing, and I made this blog on a whim. Let's hope I can keep it up! I made this blog specifically because I am ace, and there is too much smut out there, so I will write SFW stuff myself!

I WILL WRITE FOR:

Doctor Who:

The Doctor (all of them, even Classic Who):

Hunger Games:

Peeta Mellark:

Finnick Odair:

Haymitch Abernathy:

The Mad Woman of District 12 series

Wyatt Callow:

Coriolanus Snow:

Sejanus Plinth:

Stranger Things:

Jonathan Byers:

Steve Harrington:

Eddie Munson:

Bandstand the Musical:

All:

On your Anniversary

Johnny Simpson:

Warm Series 1:

Donny Nova:

Asking You on a First Date

Wayne Wright:

Nick Radel:

David Zlatic:

Jimmy Campbell (he's gay, folks, he's only for guys):

Julia Trojan:

Newsies (Musical):

Jack Kelly:

Crutchie:

Davy:

Race:

Ride The Cyclone:

Mischa Bachinski:

Ricky Potts:

DC:

Wally West (Young Justice):

Richard Grayson:

Jason Todd:

Connor Kent (Young Justice):

Edward Nygma (Gotham):

Oswald (Kapelput) Cobblepot (Gotham):

EVENTS:

TF2 Big Bang Event 2024!

TF2 Big Bang Event 2025!

More to be Added SOON!

[ciricearts]

a little sleepy but he did it anyway

[ciricearts]

a mother and her beautiful baby hehe

[stayperculiar]

spiderman as your bf headcannons

so while writing this i had the andrew garfield version in my head, cause hes my favourite spiderman, but you can fit any versions in ur head lol.

ᝰ.ᐟ imagine him coming back hurt, and you tend to his wounds, and cuddle with him after, applying the last bandage, and he's extra clingy because he's tired

ᝰ.ᐟ imagine him swinging onto a tree to watch a concert with you, because he couldn't afford buying a ticket but doesn't want you to miss it out

ᝰ.ᐟ imagine him working on improving his suit design, while you sleep on his lap, and he's using he's shooting his webs to get stuff because he doesnt want to get up and disturb you

ᝰ.ᐟ imagine him always touching you, like his hand on your waist, or your hands are intertwined, because he just cant get enough of you

ᝰ.ᐟ imagine him cautiously asking if he could kiss you when it was your first kiss

ᝰ.ᐟ imagine him not being able to stop smiling when looking at you, and you could be doing anything, he's just hopelessly in love

[doctor-phil]

ROUND 3!!!

Back with another piece for the @tf2bigbang!! This was so much fun to create. I loved the story @acefictionwriting wrote, and it was wonderful working with the lovely @psythottic on the piece. Please go check them out and give them some love!!!

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[acefictionwriting]

I HAD THE BEST ARTISTS EVER!!!!

[k0manz]

TF2 BIG BANG TIME!!!

This is mine and @doctor-phil collab piece for @acefictionwriting fic “What Pyro Knows” and it has been a BLAST!!! These two creatives are insanely talented so please check out their blogs and the fic and well.. enjoy! Thank you guys for making my first big bang so fun and such a success!! ♥️ @tf2bigbang

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[acefictionwriting]

AAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS!!!!!

[acefictionwriting]

What Pyro Knows (TF2 Big Bang Event)

Hiya! This is my contribution to the TF2 Big Bang Event this year! Everyone thinks Pyro doesn’t understand what’s going on. Which, of course, means Pyro knows everything. They just don’t say anything. Pyro observes moments of each merc being vulnerable or downtrodden, and they don’t think they understand. Pyro is hurt by this.

only trigger warnings are the sad parts, but there is a happy ending!

Made with Artists

@doctor-phil Art post here

@psythottic Art post here

It was quiet. Not in the base of course, that never happened. The entirety of 2fort was constantly abuzz with gunshots and shouting. In the brief moments between fights, the base was filled with loud conversations, arguments, and general chaos, except in the mind of one mercenary. Pyro’s mind was quiet. There was a fog that blanketed their mind, and they quite liked it that way. It was easier to see the world they wanted rather than the world they lived in. Everyone thought that since Pyro lived in their own quiet and violent mind, the merc had no idea what was happening around them. That was far from the truth, however. It simply meant they only listened when it mattered. They honestly felt a distant ache in their very soul. If they even had souls anymore, Medic might have taken it. Pyro felt that ache every time the others looked at them with fear, or worse, that look of pity. The look that said they didn’t understand what had just happened right in front of them. Pyro didn’t like sitting there with that feeling. The merc got up from the floor and abandoned their crayons and drawings. They wanted to see their friends. They walked out of their bright pink (scorched black) room and went searching for a friend.

The first to be found was Sniper. The man before Pyro was inside the building. What a sight to see through foggy lenses! Rarely did The Sniper come inside. Even rarer was the fact that the man appeared to have just taken a shower. The man nearly never showered. Something about keeping a natural scent to blend in with the surroundings. Even the other team’s sniper thought the merc was a bit deranged for that. Pyro considered themselves lucky to have a mask on; the man must reek. From the cracked doorway, Pyro could see the scars on Sniper’s chest. The scars were from the merc having been brought back from death itself. The Sniper was tracing the scars while looking in the mirror. He was frowning. Thinking back, Pyro had never seen the Sniper without his shirt. To be fair to the man before them, Pyro had rarely seen the Sniper at all; no one had. Pyro wondered if that was because the man was insecure about more than just the large scars. Or perhaps it was just the Sniper’s job description. If it were, however, the other team’s Sniper would also do this stuff, and they certainly did not. Perhaps death had changed the man. Death sounded like such a peaceful game; who would want to be dragged away from it? Pyro found themselves opening the bathroom door. They wanted to ask Sniper if death was fun and painful as it sounded. Was it pretty? Halfway through the question, the Sniper threw Jeremy’s hairbrush at the poor merc. Pyro did not react.

”Get the fuck outta here, ya freak a nature! Out of the bathroom, mate!”

Well, that hurt more than the hairbrush. The Pyro sighed and made their way out of the bathroom. They were simply trying to connect with a friend by asking a question about them. Isn’t that what one was supposed to do? Feeling rejected, Pyro continued to wander the halls aimlessly. Maybe he could look for a friend. There were seven more available after all. Maybe Sniper was just having a bad day! The Pyro would never judge a friend when they were feeling insecure about their body. Don’t worry, Sniper, your secret is safe with Pyro.

Somehow, Pyro had ended up at the Medic’s lab. The man had talked to Pyro before. He always seemed friendly, in a terrible, evil, creepy way, which was precisely why the Pyro enjoyed being around him so much. The Medic was frantically trying to…. Pyro wasn’t sure what. But the merc was shouting at his beloved bird to give him back a pelvis. How the little bird was dragging that through the air, Pyro did not know.

“Ach, Archimedes! No! Put that down! Jou do not know where it’s been! Would you listen??”

Eventually, the man wrestled the bone from the bird, with minimal damage to his hands. Quite impressive to Pyro. Pyro did not want to interrupt and spook Medic like they had spooked Sniper. That could be lethal! Instead, they waited for a moment of silence so they could speak. Unfortunately, while making that plan, the moment of silence they were waiting for passed, and they had to wait once again.

“Oh, Archimedes. I fear I have overworked myself again. I have not even cut anyone open recently for you to play in… am I taking good care of you, mien friend?”

Of course, Medic was taking care of Archimedes! If the bird were with anyone else, they would be dead! Pyro believed they would say as such and reassure their friend. The merc entered the Medic’s lab.

“Oh, hello, Pyro! So good to see you! How are you? Are you well? Do you need anything? Is it fever again? You shouldn’t do zhat to yourself… I can grab the-“

By that point, Pyro had already backed away. While the merc wanted to cheer up their friend, they did not want the Medic to overwork themselves! They hoped Medic would find reassurance in someone else. Probably Heavy. Pyro also did not wish to be stabbed, so they left very quickly for the kitchen.

Within the tiny kitchen, Pyro found an unfortunate sight. The Demoman was passed out on the countertop, curled around Eyelander like it was a teddy bear. At least the man had a blanket, probably provided by Engie. Pyro knows that Demo does this often. They are quite concerned for their friend. Demo had always overworked himself, but many people do here. Mercs become mercs for a reason, and the fighting helps them avoid that reason. Pyro had started to believe that Demo was running from something else as well. Pyro came closer. Maybe there are clues about why their friend is doing this to himself. On the table, Demo had placed a photo of his grandmother. How sweet. What was less sweet were the papers with numbers on them. Taxes? Expenses? Demo had also written about the jobs his family had had. Ah, generational trauma. No wonder Demo was overworked and permanently drunk, Grandmama was sick, and expected her grandson to have the thirty jobs! So he did! Well, that’s not good. It’s also not good that the merc was covered with the blanket; they were in the desert, for goodness’ sake! Pyro can’t fix generational trauma, but they did remove the blanket from their sweaty friend: a small problem fixed, but a large victory in Pyro’s eyes. They decided to return the blanket to the Engineer.

Attempting to enter the Engineer’s room was always difficult, especially with one’s hands full of a blanket. Pyro attempted to enter the passcode, but unfortunately, their gloves were too big to push the buttons. The two guns above the door began firing at the Pyro, but they were prepared; this had happened before. They pulled their flamethrower out before the guns had fired a single shot, and melted them both. They didn’t have to wait long before Engie opened the door, witnessed the scene, laughed, and let them in.

“You got a blanket, little buddy? You take it from Demo? That’s fair. He probably got overheated like a dead frog on pavement. Here, lemme get that for ya.” 

The Engineer proceeded to take the blanket from Pyro and then moved the other guns he was working on off the table. Pyro began to be concerned about the number of firearms their friend owned and built. Engineer had, if Pyro recalled correctly, grown up in the violence of the mercenary world. His brothers worked for other people, and each of them constantly tinkered with guns, keeping weapons closer than people. 

“Pyro? You ok there, little buddy?”

Pyro knew that his friend wouldn’t actually hear their response; the mask they wore muffled their voice, but they couldn’t bear to take it off. Instead, Pyro nodded enthusiastically. At least someone was here with them, talking to them now. 

“Alright. You can stay if you’d like, but I’m rather busy; I’m working on new projects. I don’t have much time to talk.”

Oh dear, another friend who couldn’t talk today? Pyro was saddened by this news. Why were all of his friends so… upset today? They looked around the room as Dell tinkered with his welding. Pyro had to figure out why. They had already noticed what was going on with their other friends. They had a duty to their friend now. If they weren’t going to get told, they would notice on their own. Their eyes landed on a whiteboard. “Weapons Made” it was titled. Three sections: blue, red, and purple. 1,708, 1,130, 2,005. Dell’s name was in the middle. The lowest number beneath his name. In his section, he had also written notes to himself. “Keep up!” “Can’t lose again!” “I can do it just as good!” and more phrases all littered the whiteboard. Was Dell working himself to death over a family competition? Did the other boys also have whiteboards? Dell had a way of needing to win fights, but did a simple family competition drive him to isolate himself in his work? Or was Pyro overthinking this? Rarely had they ever done that, so perhaps the situation was even more complicated than they were thinking. If that were the case, Pyro didn’t know what to do. They gave Dell an unexpected hug, which most likely messed something up in his work, but Dell didn’t say anything about it. He just sighed and patted his dear friend’s arm. 

“Oh, don’t you worry, little buddy. I’m doin’ jus’ fine.”

There was a moment, quiet and sad for the both of them, then the phone rang, ruining everything.  

“Alright, you skiddadle, that’ll be my brothers. I think I outta pick that up. I’ll be seeing you.” 

Pyro left then, half concerned for their friend and half hopeful that Dell would end the competition during the call. They were dreadfully tired now and headed back to their room. 

Unfortunately, on their way to their room, Pyro was nearly attacked by a horde of raccoons. Oh dear. Pyro’s suit made a noise like a chew toy as he was tossed about by the gaze. Pyro learned what a pack of raccoons was called from Soldier. Oh no, these must be his. As though to confirm Pyro’s thought, Jane shouted from down the hallway. 

“NO MY LITTLE ARMY! WE DO NOT ATTACK OUR FELLOW AMERICANS! RELEASE PYRO AND STAND DOWN IMMEDIATELY.” 

To Pyro’s delight, the raccoons listened. Amazing. They were trained! Not potty trained, but this was still bewildering in a fun way. Perhaps they could stick around and pet them. The Soldier was loud enough to talk anytime. Pyro pointed at the raccoons, which bit their fingers. The soldier had hearing loss from all his rocket jumping. Or maybe he just ignored everyone. 

“PYRO MY FRIEND! ARE YOU READY TO ENTER THE BATTLEFIELD ONCE MORE? I PERSONALLY CAN’T WAIT TO KILL MORE COMMIE BASTARDS IN MORE BLOODY AND VIOLENT WAYS WHILE ROCKET JUMPING NAKED THROUGH THE SKY.”

First of all, whoa, thought Pyro. This was one of the team’s few days off. Ever. Why would they talk about work? Secondly, they wore red, so Pyro thought THEY were the communists. Best keep that to themselves. 

“WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE COVERED IN BLOOD AND RIP THE HEADS OFF OF THE BLUES WITH ME?”

Wow. Pyro had been looking for a friend. This could be a wonderful opportunity to not be alone. But Pyro really did not want to go to work right now. Fire may be beautiful, but their body still ached from the work they had been doing nonstop. Mmmmm. No, coloring was better. Pyro was now realizing, while looking into the eyes of his madman friend, that they absolutely did not want to be anywhere near anyone anymore. Too many issues, no way to help, too much work, no kind words for them. They were not going to do this. Not today. Maybe later. Pyro simply walked down a different hallway. 

“GOOD TALK, SOLDIER. WAIT, I’M SOLDIER-“ 

Pyro walked down the hallway, feeling defeated. They had tried to talk to their friends. They had tried to help their friends. They were now just walking down a hallway in defeat, but even that didn’t go well. Scout’s door was slightly ajar. Pyro was tired now. But they feared that walking by would alert the shouting Scout and Spy to their presence, and they did not want to open that can of worms. Not today. So they stayed put. It was more fun that way anyway when these two talked. Spy still thinks most of the team doesn’t know that Spy was Scout’s dad. For a man so good at secrets? He sure was in denial about his own. 

“You bastard! You cannot keep seeing this woman! Her mouth runs a mile a minute; she will expose us all! She needs to be taken out!”

“Yeah, on a date, by me, cause she’s smokin’ and I need a new date since Pauling dumped me.”

“You were never dating.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!! Listen! I really like this girl! She likes fried chicken and comics, and she’s badass and hot, and I’m sure she won’t tell anyone about us because she has, like, no friends. Surely that’s a good thing.”

“Tu es le plus grand crétin que je connaisse gamin.”

“I don’t know what you said, but I don’t like it.”

“You cannot trust her!! She is not one of us!!” 

“Listen, when we get a hot brunette my age who likes baseball on the team, I’ll date her, but until we have someone MY AGE around, who actually LIKES ME, I’m keeping her.”

“You have Sniper!”

“FUCK Sniper. Now get your ass outta my room, ya old bastard.”

“Mauvais choix de mots fils.”

Goodness fucking gracious. 

The Spy walked out of the room then. He grabbed Pyro and shoved them against the wall, with a knife to their throat; it was the second time they felt like a squeaky toy that day. 

“If you tell anyone about this conversation, I will gut you and dump you somewhere god cannot see.”

First of all, god can’t see Teufort. That’s very clear from Medic’s existence here. 

“Why were you listening to us? Are you here to kill us?”

 “Pyro! Get in here! Make the old bastard leave you alone.”

“Ce mot encore... le sait-il? Essaie-t-il de me faire du mal?”

That was the first time Pyro had seen Spy look pained and confused. It must suck to be a dad. Or maybe Spy was just bad at it, Pyro thought as they shoved past the man and bolted into Scout’s room. Scout, thankfully, closed the door quickly. Hopefully, Spy would be too wrapped up in his paranoia about Jeremy’s words to commit Pyro’s murder—at least tonight. 

“Boy, that Spy can be a real pain in the ass. He’s always in everyone else’s business, ya know? He’s not our dad or anything; he needs to back off.  Hey, you doing ok? You haven’t been weird as usual; normally, you try talking around now. I can’t hear you anyway, but it’s nice to pretend, fills the silence. I hate silence. It’s not… enough? I dunno. Let’s draw comics and not think about being alone.”

Holy fuck, Scout was being helpful. Filling the silence, understanding the loneliness of the quiet, knowing Pyro could talk, which was more than they suspected some of the others of. Pyro felt like they could cry. Instead of crying, or perhaps while crying under their mask, they took the crayons and laid on the floor with their friend. Jeremy drew more of his personal comics, with nothing in the speech bubbles. Pyro drew pink unicorns and large rainbows, with their friends as the center. So cute! Pyro loved cute things! 

“Aw, fuck, I’m gonna be sick.” 

Jeremy abruptly stood up and ran out of the room after looking at Pyro’s drawing. Oh dear. Pyro hoped their friend wasn’t too sick. Maybe it was food poisoning or the flu. They decided to grab some bread or chicken soup for him. It was almost dinner time, so they could ask Heavy for help since he would be making dinner. 

Heavy was making dinner! Wonderful! Pyro believed they would have loved the smell of the chilli if they weren’t wearing their beloved mask. They stood by the stove. Oh, the wonders of the open flame. Not only did they bring rainbows, but it also meant good food when there was a kitchen fire. As Pyro reached for the shimmery beauty, Heavy noticed them and moved their hand away. 

“Wait for it to finish, little buddy. Sit at counter, we talk.”

Alright. Pyro sat at the counter on a spinny stool. This entertained them for a few minutes. 

“Want sandwich? Heavy know it spoil dinner, but you look down, friend, and sandwich fixes things.” 

Why, yes, Pyro did want a sandwich! They put out their grabby hands, and Misha put half a sandwich with no crust, cut diagonally, in their hands. How he got it so fast, Pyro knows not. In return for the sandwich, Pyro handed them their drawing from earlier. 

“Oh, that is. Oh wow.”

Speechless! Pyro was so proud of themselves.

“Let us put on fridge…”

Heavy quickly put the drawing behind his back, grabbed a magnet, and smacked the drawing onto the fridge, then immediately turned away from it. 

“DINNER READY. COME GET.” 

One by one, each of the mercenaries had come to the kitchen for dinner. Spy and Sniper were missing, at least until Pyro bumped into nothing and realized that Spy was there the whole time. Pyro waved out the window then, knowing that even if Sniper was not seen, the man was probably there. Watching. Engie and Demo came in together, with Engie looking better rested and Demo less tired, but the same amount of drunk. Medic was about to take his bowl up to the med bay, but was stopped by Misha physically lifting him and putting him in his seat. Scout patted Pyro on the back as he grabbed his food, trying not to look at the drawing. 

“THAT IS A NICE  PICTURE YOU GLORIOUS BASTARD. I WOULD LOVE TO DIE IN A MAGNIFICENT BATTLE SUCH AS THIS WITH YOU SOMEDAY.” Silly soldier, that is what we do every day. Pyro mused that even if it was an everyday occurrence, it could only be enjoyable if their team was there. Sure, there were sad things in all of their lives. From mental illness in everyone, to personal matters no one spoke of, everyone had sad and lonely moments. Pyro had their bad moment this morning, and their team had… well, their team had made it worse, then better, then worse, then fixed the feeling. That probably meant they were family. Pyro hoped to have a day like today every day, good and bad parts alike.

[taylorswifts13]

[acefictionwriting]

Meet Wheelhelmina! Your wheelchair!!

Oh she is so excited to meet you! She has a new person to race around the house! Although, she’s always raced WITH you before.

She’s very clumsy, and often apologizes to the other Dateables she bumps into. She never apologizes to the lamp though… (Lux probably tried using them for content)

Her look is different depending on how you’ve decorated your wheelchair. She uses a wheelchair as well but says it’s not as cool as yours… since yours is her and she’s AMAZING.

she’s friends with the sporty Dateables like the Hanks and Dunk. She also likes the energetic Dateables like Bodhi who like to have fun.

Chairemi is jealous of the fact that Wheelhelmina has wheels, but Wheely adores her.

She also secretly likes Dorian’s calmer energy, but would never say anything because she thinks it’d be awkward after crashing into him so many times (doorways are too narrow in my house I’m projecting lol)

overall, very sweet, very energetic and wants to constantly be doing something, secretly a little shy because she’s so clumsy, and very excited to get to know the homeowner!

You can always ask for more information on the dateable ocs! This is just what I have for her for now

[viaviv124]

Chat chat chat

During the section where Jean Loo tests your crapping (note: cool rapping) for the first time (not the one where you can get the love ending, i think it was his lesson about flow and theme?) if you pick a specific wrong answer he goes smth along the lines of "Lil Crapper spits on your radical environmentalism!" or "Lil Crapper does not care about your radical environmentalism!" or something like that.

PLEASE does someone have a screenshot of that? All videos online are perfect routes and we have no safe file before that

[biggles-appreciation-blog-69]

Rebloggigg this as a reminder to myself. I'm going to play his route tomorrow I will try and remember to get a screenshot

[viaviv124]

I LOVE YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

[biggles-appreciation-blog-69]

hope this helps! have a good one!

[radiolightning]

In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

[meanwolfs-remade-deactivated201]

i will reblog this everytime it shows up because any of my followers could have a bad night right now

[becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot]

All these links, besides the first, are broken. So here’s some more.

Here’s an emergency compliment

Here you can play 2048

Here’s a playlist of Bob ross

Here’s a website to watch movie’s and shows for free

Here’s a website to watch documentaries for free

Here you can to nothing for two minutes

Here you can break something. It’s good for anger

Here’s a button to press to make everything okay

Here’s a site to cut something up (TRIGGER WARNING)

Here’s a site that makes you a website depending on a song you choose

Here’s a gay comic. It’s adorable

Here you can spend Bill Gate’s money

Here you can draw your own island

Here you can learn about patterns website’s use

Here you can get your life stats

Here you can listen to the Tucker Zone (Headphones needed)

Here you can see how fast you’re moving

Here you can see the progress of time

Here you can see the future of the universe 

[becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot]

Want some more? 

Here’s the butterfly project

Here’s a snickerdoodle mug cake

Here’s a link to some free audiobooks

Here’s something to read when you feel like a burden

Here’s a secret

Here’s my playlist of some sea shanties 

Here’s another secret

Here’s a link to some cool websites 

Here’s a blog that gives you recipes for when you’re low on spoons

Here’s some Brony Headcanon’s

[becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot]

Some more? I’ve got plenty

Here’s 100,000 stars

Here you can control the weather (TW FLASHING IMAGES)

Here you can weave silk

Here you can make a castle of your own

Here you can make a kaleidoscope drawing

Here you can explore recursion

Here you can play a jelly block game

[becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot]

I’m back with some more! 

Here you can draw with pasta

Here you can draw logo’s from memory

Here you can play this is sand, here you draw cool sand designs

Here you can play The Organ Trail

Here’s a customizable white noise website

Here you can simulate gravity

Here you can create your own guardian of the galaxy

Here you can make your own galaxy

Here’s a website you can get some support at.

[becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot]

to find later

[addiewho]

Here you can split circles into smaller and smaller pieces (I found this really satisfying)

Here you can have images of people point to where your pointer is

Here you can paint someone’s nails

Here you can grow a garden across your screen (Audio included)

Here you can try out all kinds of mind illusions (Trigger Warning: Flashing Lights)

Here you can see how many miles you have scrolled

Here you can watch a website load forever, although you might be getting enough of this on Tumblr mobile

Here’s a rickroll

Here you can remind yourself that you’re awesome.

Here you can throw trash into a dustbin only for it to bounce right back out (Audio included)

Here you can make sand dunes using sand (Audio included)

And here you can generate more cool websites like these

[boy-in-the-stars]

pinning thissss

[fiddlepickdouglas]

And yet more!!!

Here you can listen to a gentle rainstorm

Here you can make snowflakes

Here is a Line Rider feature film with relaxing music

Here is the entire script to the Princess Bride (many don’t need it but it’s fun to read anyway)

Here is an abbreviated script for the entirety of Book 1 of A:TLA that I made out of anger at the film that definitely doesn’t exist

Here is a playlist of the top 10 most relaxing songs ranked according to science

Here’s a site where you can make a dude beatbox with fun animations

[nyxsomnia7]

I’m fully aware I will need this at some point.

[acefictionwriting]

disabled/disability aid dateable ocs?

would anyone be interested in Dateable ocs where they are the homeowners disability aids? Like crutches, ventilators, their AAC etc. I have no ability to draw them but I could like make them if you want. Send in disability aids I suppose, let’s point dateviators at them and see what happens.

[canyounotexistelias]

You would think that WEALWELL “he’s so solid and so hot’ Gotch, famed for his limber splits and flamboyant personality, would be the gayest gotch brother. Unfortunately Maxwell “oil me up” Gotch is ALSO in the running so it’s a tight battle

[neon-travesty]

I would not have survived in Sinners because if any of these fine ass men asked me to let them inside or come outside and join them I would have done so without thinking twice about it

[roadkillremi]

The fact Randy Meeks didn't live long enough to see Black Christmas, remakes makes me sad.

The fact Billy Loomis didn't live long enough to see American Psycho makes me enraged.

[batcavescolony]

"It wouldn't make sense for movie Haymitch to have brown hair in the adaptation of Sunrise on the Reaping, in the origin-“

Bleach, Maybe movie Haymitch can't look at himself in the mirror after his games so he bleaches his hair.

[mockingjay-sings]

I really wanted to draw Lou Lou and Maysilee's interview dresses. Effie specifies that the dresses are from the war era, and in the ABOSAS movie, the fashion is very 30s/40s inspired, so I went for similar silhouettes for the dresses.