#(clearing out drafts)

[visenyaism]

the whole point of the Kingsguard is that they’re unbelievably fucking washed like zero heroic deeds on the board just morning noon night overtime fraud aura farming. Complicit in every act of patriarchal violence of the monarchy. Not even that good at fighting. Hypothetical victories only. Like “noooo Arthur Dayne would’ve—” except Arthur Dayne lay down his life to stop a pregnant 15 year-old dying in childbirth from seeing her big brother on her deathbed and then got fucking hosed by teenage Ned Stark and his gay best friend who does not hit 5 foot two. “Ohhhhhh aemon the dragonknight” kept his sister in that damn cage for decades and then died in the service of his brother which is dickrider behavior. Bystanderan Selmy? Washed.

[missysverse]

♥︎𝄞 ⠳⣄⣀⣠⠞ 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖥𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖮 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖣𝖱 𝖨𝖲 𝖩𝖴𝖲𝖳 𝖠𝖲 𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖠𝖲 𝖲𝖢𝖱𝖨𝖯𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖨𝖳

you already know that there are no limits to scripting whatever you want. When you are scripting for your DR, you simply decide what you want and write it down. You don't overthink it or question whether it will come true or not because you know that once you have shifted, that thing you scripted will happen/has happened. You have already made that assumption.

how is this any different from actually shifting to your DR? you just simply decide you're in your DR. That is it. No fuss. No extra thought to it. You just accept your DR as your new reality. it's like you have "scripted" that you're in your DR. and like scripting, there is no need to overthink it. you've already decided that outcome for yourself and accepted it as true.

If you are a shifter who scripts (which is basically everyone, even if you only script mentally), you have already conditioned yourself to believe that what you script will become your reality. This reality is no different from your DR in that sense. That's why so many people say shifting and manifesting are the same thing. Just as you can script for your DR, you can also script for your CR. So why not use that to your advantage? You can create the rules for your CR the same way you create them for your DR.

if it makes sense for you, make a separate script for your cr and treat it like your dr script. start scripting stuff like 'in this reality, i am a master shifter' 'i have the ability to shift to my drs'. you know the same way you would script 'i have the ability to execute dances well' for your kpop dr or 'i have a high pain tolerance' for your marvel one.

[frownyalfred]

yet another contrived and implausible headcanon I cherish: Bruce wearing a cowl 1) for protection but also 2) because ever since training with the League and others, he realized hair longer than a buzz cut makes you a target for hair-grabbing and even worse, they call you pretty boy while they do it and they have a better handhold because it’s just a little longer than the modern male style. which means Bruce kept his “as long as I want, thank you, Alfred” hair safe under a cowl for a decade before the night Dick debuted his Robin costume (hair wide open for grabbing) and had to go sit down and pinch the bridge of his nose for a minute or two.

bonus angst: Clark has never seen Bruce’s Brucie person crack until the night a kidnapper yanks him out of a gala by his hair and his eyes just go…blank.

[k-ast]

asking frank "would you still love me if i was a worm"

frank castle x f!reader

he looks at you like "ma'am what the..."

he definitely knows this is something you found on social media. he debates giving a legit answer, probably something about stepping on you, or saying something sweet.

he decides to go with, "do i know the worm is you?"

you laugh, sit yourself on his lap, and say, "yeah, like, i turned into a worm right now."

frank smiles at you, watches your face as you draw circles on his chest. "well i'd find a way to turn you back."

"but i wouldn't mind being a worm," you respond thoughtfully. "they don't have responsibilities."

his hand comes up to cover yours, and he raises your hand to his lips, where he presses a kiss.

"it's a stupid ass question," frank murmurs, his lips moving against your palm.

"i'd love you if you were a worm," you say with full confidence. "i'd put you in my pocket. and i'd get you perfect compost. i'll turn a corner of the house into- into whatever habitat worms like most."

"only a corner?"

"a corner is like a mansion to a worm! and don't turn the tables on me. what if i was the worm?"

"i'd use you as fish bait."

your jaw drops as you move your head out from under his chin. "fish bait?"

he laughs and reaches for your face, trying to pull you back close to him. "just kiddin', baby, i'm just kiddin'. course i'd love you. there are things much worse than worms. i'd even love ya if you turned into a, i don't know, mosquito or some shit."

you narrow your eyes at him in playful anger. he raises his eyebrows.

"you wouldn't want to be a worm," frank pulls you closer until your noses touch, "how would i do this, hm?" and he kisses you, oh so gently, his hands on your waist holding you like glass.

he can feel your giggle bubbling in your abdomen as he chases your lips when you pull away slowly.

"fine," you laugh, "you're forgiven."

"mhm," he says proudly. he kisses your forehead and whispers, "and i'd give you more than just a corner of the house."

"would i have to tell people my partner is a worm though?"

"shush. yes."

[buotella]

Nobody's perfect. Not one person on the Earth is perfect—I am not perfect. I'm not perfect at all. If I had no makeup on you would see blemishes, things that I'm still working on. But I like those imperfections. I think what people might be seeing is the acceptance of the imperfections. I like it. All of those things are me.

[xie-lian-worshipper]

thinking about during all 3 meetings between xie lian and hua cheng, xie lian is wearing some sort of face covering: the golden mask, the calamity mask, the bridal veil, and how it sets the stage for what is to follow

[windser]

sylus wasn’t necessary not a morning person, sans the sunlight. there were days he pushed the threads of exhaustion a little too thinly, often drifting off on the couch when he just promised to relax. he acknowledged that your schedules weren’t meant to overlap. as much as you enjoyed the thrill of joining him on moonlight adventures, your primary calling had you up during the day to assist your hunter allies. 

so even after a long night when he desperately needed more than the brief nap he settled on, if you were present, he would entertain a few moments of rest while the clock ticked down to your wakening. like clockwork, he would rises as if he’d been next to you throughout the night, just to soak in what he could of your presence before he saw you off for the day. 

it was the best start end of his day, even for such a high-maintenance kitten as yourself.

it surprised even sylus the first time he tried to gently maneuver the sheets with his feet and slowly pry his arm from the grip you had obtained in your sleep. he would lose some of his resolve to rouse you somewhere between you sleepily nuzzling at the pillow where he once lay and the way you lazily stretched your arms above your head before settling back down and burrowing underneath the covers. he couldn’t help himself when his fingers scratched affectionately at the base of your neck while his voice softened as he reminded you of the time.

a few minutes later, he would be back in the bedroom, a mug of perfectly steeped tea would be in his hand, the steam brewing into his face as he set it on the bedside table next to you. he would lean over once more, lips pressed to your warm temple and fingers brushing against the top of your head, murmuring about how you had to get up. 

sometimes sylus' fingers would wrap around your ankles, tickling but never pulling. he had teased it many times, hands pushed against your waist and fingertips purposeful at your sensitive skin. you would always curl onto your side and your fingers tucked the comforter tighter around your shoulders. you would grumpily mumble a few choice words, trying to free your feet from his grasp, but he would eventually let go. how could he, even in all his might make you get out of bed, especially not when you breathed in the scent of his pillow and whispered something about loving him. 

"such a feisty kitten, even in your sleep," he mumbled, as his hands smoothed the fabric back over your body so you were properly warm. "claws in all.” every action of yours so sharp and deep as it dug into his consciousness. 

you took in a breath and, enamoured, sylus watched as it seeped back into your lungs. “i just want to sleep a little longer, sy.” 

sylus would falter. he always did, especially when you blinked up at him through thick eyelashes with a frown on your face. he would look towards the door while his fingers twitched, longing to reach for you again. 

"okay. slide over, sweetheart." his mouth tried not to turn upwards when you rolled back to your side of the bed to leave room for him.

clinging to him, you tucked your head underneath his chin and slung one of your legs across his. your breathing deepened into an even pitch, the warmth spreading across sylus collarbone, and he watched in adoration and awe when you tilted your head to press a loving kiss to his jawline. 

mornings always ended up like this.

[wowagae]

Gillion: well what do you see?

Jay: “I see someone who always has my back no matter how bad things get”

Chip: “I see someone who will smoke weed with me while our ship is getting attacked by a beast”