Thrilling, Absolutely Thrilling

It’s my job to make loser boys with blood on their face fuckable.

[courtingchaos]

This blog is 18+, please no minors. Ageless blogs will be blocked.

Meg. 34. She/Her.

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Gator Tillman

[red-garden]

“Do dishes” and “take out trash” both require the use of a spell slot, vs “use phone” is a cantrip, and brother, I am a level one wizard

[unadulteratedhideouttrash]

[gyroshrike]

HEY GUYS I FORGOT TO SAY I'M MAKING STICKERS

[m00niks]

would anyone believe me if i said that I’ve been working on this project (sporadically) since 2024?

again, consistency isn’t my forte but I do like pretty ladies

ANYWAY, HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THIS WORK HERE:

“The Lantern Bearers” by Maxfield Parrish, (1908)

[belmarzi]

"Akemi, I don't need to be great, I just want to be happy."

"I want to be great."

[ghostelleart]

my piece for the charity Blue Eye Samurai fanzine Bubbles on The Water!

art print available here!

[ismellpestilence]

My favorite part of Blue Eye Samurai is the revival of fucked up homoeroticism. Stories used to contain plenty of guys who aren't explicitly gay but do gay things. Some of this was intentional queer coding and some of it was the logical conclusion of writing fucked up men who are close and weird about it. This fell out of fashion as gay representation became mainstream and acceptable. I'd thought it was a lost art.

Not the case with Abijah Fowler and Heiji Shindo. These men have sex with only women and somehow manage to make their relationship gayer than some actually gay couples in other shows. They have dinner together every night. Heiji wanted to hang Abijah's painting in his bedroom. Abijah called Heiji his "right hand and two feet on land, fondest heart" while threatining him. They got sucked off while sitting next to each other. Heiji wanted Abijah dead. Heiji sat fully clothed next to Abijah and talked business while Abijah was being pegged, all while watching a woman be groped by an octopus. Abijah pinned a flower to Heiji's clothes and Heiji canonically kept it on for three days. These two are moving in such a way that I have no choice but to give them my respect.

[mixed-metal]

[rush-ale]

[future-crab]

The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like “being held” and “being wanted” CAN and WILL be humiliating if they’re intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like you’re going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

I do not write to be the greatest writer out there. I write because...

I LIKE it

someone else might LIKE it

it is FUN to do

I get those THOUGHTS out of my head

it's fun to look BACK on

have I mentioned it's FUN?

it's CATHARTIC

it's nice to see what I CAN DO

And also because I just like it.

[falling-through-a-trapdoor]

“Would you like to use AI assistant?” I’d like to kill AI Assistant with a gun

[hustlerose]

NOT being a good girl today. barking and ripping things up and just freaking it

[parkchanwoohoo]

[podcastwizard]

LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST

[the-goddess-of-annoying]

you people aren't CASTING

[the-goddess-of-annoying]

NO

[veryberryskye]

yeah i like to give my blessing to the most pathetic looking weak little knight at the tournament. she can’t even look me in the eye when i give her my flower and she stutters out that she’ll do her best or something of the like. i think its funny when she has to cry and beg my forgiveness and i get to say “such a shame, i suppose my hand in marriage will have to go to someone else…” and then i get to hear her whimper like a dog. ive done this like 6 times alrea-

did she just win.

[the-stew-goblin]

I shall prepare a stew for the wedding! Extra salt!

[veryberryskye]

wait wait wait stew goblin wait

[peachdelta]

get ready for the wedding