It's so cute and upbeat but it lowkey just makes me feel sad cuz the anime is over and it takes up so brain space then anything else before it's weird lol
but seriously, you've inflicted plenty of trauma to be considered guilty of something /silly
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anyways, here's mine lol:
song: Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives
fandom: Spider-Man BND
emoji: 😞
hmmm...lowkey this all almost goes together too well...maybe I'll save it as a writing prompt or smth...
anyways guys! am I innocent? (yes the answer is yes :D) @snurphlee @elronthemage @the-ellia-west @loftwingofcrimson @thestoryteller-thedreamer @katiethedane12 @tildeathiwillwrite @i-do-anything-but-write + open tags lol
Just did the first part of my adhd screening and after the session she was like I’m not saying this as a actually diagnosis we still have more to do but you are checking all the boxes for autism and yes I have been told for many years I’m probably on the spectrum but to be told I’m checking all the boxes has me cackling lmao
One of my friends said “Fork found in kitchen” LMAO
I got to do my test screening stuff tomorrow so we’ll see what happens lmaooo
Love when tumblr says my post had mature content when it just doesn’t
I post mature content but the video of the simulator game where I have Oz and emmrichs romance scene playing on the tv is too mature for the feed of the tumblr community apparently
I had stuff ready to post and then my pc just didn’t and I’m just like oh ok then
However I have been playing retro rewind cause a simulator is about what my brain can handle and trust dragon age is always somewhere in my mind palace
WIP it was suppose to be on Wednesday but I played Fallout and then passed out when I got home from work day!!
Yall tired of my spam posts yet lmao
Thank you to @alystrin03 for the tag!! I am proud to say I have some dragon age stuff to show lol
Yes it is my Viago/Saint fucked up fic but I restarted working on the chapter I was stuck on and the flow has been much better thankfully so here is the latest of the Saint toture fic lmaooooo
It is unedited casue who do i look like editing my things?
Much like a ghost, the Fledgling floated through House De Riva with little attemtion drawn his way. The others knew better than to interact with the teenager, that lesson had been taught years ago when Viago exploded on the memebrs of the House foolish enough to try and confort the, at the time, young girl. Ever since that, no one was foolish enough to interact with the elf, if anything they attempted to actively avoid the Fledgling, even avioding to look at him.
He could still remeber one of the days one of the memebrs was staring a little to long, probably at the massive black eye he had that day, a look of concern painted on their fae. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Viago who had exploded on the poor soul within the moment he caight their eye. Not only had he beaten their face so bad it was a shock their skull hand’t cracked under the pressure, the Fifth Talon had pulled an unknown posion from his belt and splashed it into the poor fools eyes. Their scream had been so pericing it rung in the teenagers ears for what had to be three days after, the way they writhed on the ground twisted the Fledging’s stomach into so many knots. The pain was immese, the way their tears streamed ruthless down their face and just the whimpering sounds that came after as Viago dragged the elf away.
But the screaming wasn’t his only clue, after all when they got to Viago’s office, his eyes were drowned in the same posion.
He had been blind for almost two weeks after, the stinging pain lasted almost a year afterwards.
The one who had stared, was blinded for a month.
No one was foolish enough to stare again and anyone new who had come in had been warned not to do so.
Ever since then, the young teenager floated around the De Riva house as a ghost, noticided, unbothered, unseen. There had been an advantage to that though, even if the Fledgling craved for interaction with anyone other than Viago, his piano instfructor and the occiousl chat with Teia, people seemed to never realize he was in the room. They tried so hard to to ignore his existence that they seemed to genineuly forget he was there and thinking it was safe, people would say anything. Plans of insobordination, chats of skemming from gold turn ins, mentions of corcked house members, the Fledlging had heard an atsonishing amount of infromaiton meant to be kept from the Fifth Talon. While Viago was never grateful to be told the things the elf would over hear (usualy somehow someway the Fledgling would get punished for these others words), sometimes he would even tell the teenager he didn’t believe him, any of the Crows the elf reported on would usually disappear within the week. He was never told to stop, so he never did, always reporting to the older man anything he heard and some how, no one seemed to notice it was the Fledlging telling on them. Maybe the fear of punishment for harming the elf was much more threatening than the desire for revenge, who knew.
My fallout fic is taking most of my attetnion but I have been making myself go to other fics to write so I don’t burn myself out so heavily on one fic I just have a bad problem of getting to into whatever im currently writing and then not touching it for weeks on end :) however, I am going to get tested for adhd and if I can get on some meds like a stimulate I am really hoping I can get so much more done than the like 300 words im writing in a burst. Where are the days I could write 10k in a day?? Where is my smut writing abilities??? Like those have just vanished but i think it’s cause I keep wanting to write one shots but then going but there’s so much lore in my brain I wanna write out casue I love the back story and then im 30k deep in a multi fic I abandon for months and return writing like 2 words a day to it… or something like that lmao a man is trying to just find the joys in writing again and something to capture my attention. Fallout always does a really good time doing it unfortunetly… my fallout ocs are the basis of so many of my other fandom OCs for some reason, and I can’t deny I love the post apocalyptic setting… (casue im a doomsdayer at heart lemme be real lmao)
Shout out to the ever amazing @alystrin03 and @adhd-riddled-crow for the tags! It always helps me to keep going when im in a writing blank sphere lol
So to no ones surprise I have been all over the place with my fandoms and I am curretnly in the fallout sphere again (whoops, my fallout oc is one of my fav characters ive ever made and he just calls my name) and have been working on a big fic that has been in the outline stage for a good while. I did have a hand written WIP of it but had to stop becasue the strain was so bad on my wrist lol (tried to write in it last night, wrote less than like 30 words and YEOUCH my wrist hates me lol so I will be sticking with the typiing from now on) So while no, it is not DA, it’s something lol
“Just a couple of ass- erugh,” MacCready took in a calming breath. “Jerks trying to bully their way through the world, nothing serious.” Defeintly was something very serious but if the merc was lucky, the stranger only caught the tail end of the convertstaion and he could probably spin it to be something less than what it was. The young man wasn’t a great liar but he could smooth this over, make hismelf into something nicer than the truth.
For someone who usually is only in love with fictional older men, something about the lil rat boy MacCready and my OC calls to me, idk what it is about that rotted tooth asshole, I need him crying like asap
Yello my fellas I am catching up on some tags and the great @adhd-riddled-crow tagged me in this!
Listen I gotta be real, I don’t ever map my characters birthdays out lmao, a lot of time they just follow my age or some age made up in my brain (Hence why Oz was 23 when I made him casue I was 23 and Bas is like somewhere in his 50s to 60s i know I have like it mapped out somewhere on my tumblr but I can’t find it lol) so I used my own borthday!
I love learning about my astrology stuff and then instantly forgetting it so I can be surprised against the next time I do it lol also when people ask my sign i always say librarian 🤪
So I did disappear this weekend but it was for a good reason
I went to the ren faire with my friends 🥰
I was going for Greek god commander Shepard and idc if it didn’t translate I loved it lmao and I did get absolutely soaked but so did your dad last night (I’m kidding I’m sorry lmao)
I’m still recovering but will be catching up on my tags tonight or tomorrow 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
My mass effect hyperfixation disappeared and I am SO mad (however, i have access to the big tv rn and I fear if I don’t finish me3 on it i will cry) but i was like omg i should make my shepard in vg as a qunari cause that’d be so funny hahaha and then i was like i wonder where i was in my Saint save and now im just playing vg again lmao and because of it my need to torture Saint De Riva has returned tenfold
While I am working (finally) on my next chapter of The Caging of a Dove I also went back into my procreate and after months of not being able to draw I decided to work on some of my art of him and trying some new ways of drawing after the great purge of my custom bushes (I still haven’t forgiven myself for that) and I am actually excited where I am going with it (I just don’t know literally what to do next but I have an idea) and the lovely @alystrin03 tagged me in a WIP Wednesday so I decied to share this along with a little blurb of the chapter i’ve been working on. I love how I will be like omg I have this great idea but I need to write a whole bunch before because it won’t make sense as a one shot and I am disciplined enough to write a chaptered fic but no, no I am not lmao however, once this chapter is done the next one is what I am so excited for!! Let’s just say, ballroom dancing, high value target, Saint being a whole maniac and Viago doing horrible things to him because no one who lives in my mind palace lives their rent free. I tax them through the amount of tears they shed :)
Anywho, here’s the art of the two of them that has been sitting in my folders for almost 8 months as a sketch and nothing else but i’ve finally done something with it!!
I just don’t know how im going to do the details but i’ve been doing some experimenting
And here’s a little bit of the writing from the Chap 6 of the fic
“Is everything alright Fifth Talon?” The Fledgling asked, not that he cared really.
It was simply what was expected.
Viago’s first response was a grunt, his thin fingers coming to the to of his nose as he messaged there, eyes shut tight and that frown in a tight line. His other hnad was wrapped in a tight fist as he presses it into the wood of his desk. The teenager had seen the divets in different places on the man’s desk many times over the years, some of the paint had even chipped on in the wreas he usually dug his knuckles into. There was another divet on the front left edge, those were more like thin sharp slices. It was Viago’s favorite spot to beat the Fledgling’s hands with his ruler, the one stained with blood over the years but nevertheless still sturdy, still unforgiving. Another dent was right next to where the arm of the Chair of the Fifth Talon was. That was from a time the elf had truly angered Viago. Honestly, he could not truly remeber what he had done to anger the man so much, all he remebers was his face being smashed into the hard wood of the desk, the bloots of blood that had dripped from his nose that Viago had him clean up. He remembers feeling the new dip as he cleaned away his own blood, realizing just how hard he had been bashed into it.
The Fledgling remebers Viago’s hand, the one that gripped into his white mane and had so easily moved the elf like he was nothing.
Even after all this, he was nothing.
“It seems the entire House is full of fools. None of you idiots can get a simple contract done,” Viago’s voice was gravelly which wasn’t very surprising, the elf was certain he hadn’t seen him sleep for at least the past few nights. The Fledgling said nothing, just gave his attention to the older man as he watched him walk around the desk, his kuckles dragging along the surface as he did so. “I have taught you all with an iron fist and yet mistakes continue to happen. Sculpted into perfect assassin’s but you morons continue to miss the mark.” Viago growled, his kuckle stopping right in the spot the teenager’s hand has gone through. He was looking down at the spot, his sharp mustache hiding his mouth from the elf but he could have swore ther was a twicth there, a twitch upward at that. “I’m sorry Fifth Talon.” With a bow to his head, the teenager muttered the words knowing anything but an apology. would end badly.
There was a sharp clearing of Viago’s voice.
The Fledgling was quick to bow lower.
“I am sorry, Fifth Talon.”
Viago never liked things half said, he wanted the full words, to know the apology is “real”.
Whatever that meant.
May we pray to the fandom gods that I keep my hyperfixation on this if even just a full month cause im tired of the whiplash of what catches my interest :)))))))) (Pained smile)
Saw @doctormur post and I wanted to share the start of a shortlet for the polycrows. This came to mind as the very same DocMur and @adhd-riddled-crow reposted an art [i think?] about Lucanis with chest hair... and I am an easy girl
Lucanis sighed in frustration as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He tried to look on the bright side, but it was completely impossible for him. Naked from the waist up, his dark eyes scanned every millimetre of his physique over and over again. His abs no longer stood out so clearly on his once-defined torso, and his chest, sprinkled with scars, was covered in a fine layer of hair which, to make things worse, saw his thick black hair interspersed with a growing number of grey strands.
“If you’re looking for Spite, I think he’s too engrossed in listening to Vel on the guitar,” murmured a sleepy Alecto, stretching out on the bed like a cat. “Though I’d ask you not to be in a hurry—the show’s a delight to watch.”
He let out an exasperated grunt. "Yeah. Really funny." He saw her looking at him from the other side of the mirror, puzzled by his bad mood. "Sorry, amor, it’s not your fault."
"What? What are you on about?" Alecto asked, lying on her stomach without getting up.
“It’s just—” Lucanis was frustrated, very much so, even more so as the words wouldn’t come out, and he pointed at his own reflection. He found it hard to talk about his insecurities, even with the two people he loved most. She twisted the corner of her mouth slightly, tilting her head, her gaze asking him a question. “Look at me. I’m getting old, Ruiseñor. Look at all this hair… ugh!” He stared in disgust at his chest and arms. “Besides, I’m losing my shape. I should train more, I should—”
“You should stop talking nonsense,” Alecto declared
Our favourite throuple art commisioned to @littlebeesart !!
Tagging... @theantivancandlehop @wickedadaar @jupi-tercreates @pixiedurango @biowaredisasterbisexual @adhd-riddled-crow @beachhotdog @dragonagegayz and whoever wants to do this!
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Thanks @kaynephele , I'll tag @bastard-eyeless-bigshot , @xxpinkfizzxx , @wickedvikingart , and @bloopiebloops , @s0rinarl ,and anyone else who wants to. No pressure y'all.
Nobody tagged me personally son I hope it is alright^^ (But quote was TOO perfect! 😆))
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No pressure tag for @im-on-fire-today @w0lfh00d @paxvoik2 @cute-ellyna @adhd-riddled-crow @alystrin03 @corinnesin @selennes @sorcerousadventurer @serensama @nyx-de-riva @okthisway @handsignals @thedas-finest @queenmuzz @scalycat @kabsey and everyone who would like to play this game too)))
give me two characters who are each other’s home. two characters who feel completely safe, warm and protected in each other’s presence, and who are completely respected by the other. two people who, on some level or another, were missing that little extra spark they needed to feel fully confident and accepted as their whole selves until the other came along. they don’t “fix each other” or “make each other better”–they give the other the support they need to build on what was already inside them. sure they might kiss, or make goo-goo eyes, but they can also just…talk, and make each other laugh and smile, because for once they feel comfortable enough in themselves and with each other to be vulnerable in that way. two complete people who finally find someone to share all of themselves with. and no matter what they do or how far they go, they’ll always have each other to come back home to.
