#also writing

[nobredoesart]

Warhammer 40k Stickers! Again!

[atervale]

nah if i did art fight this year id probably die the wedding is in less than a month and im still working full time and training for a marathon 🤡

[harringroveera]

After a two-week business trip, adjusting myself back to my routine is quite difficult, but I’m getting there

[katherynefromphilly]

Don’t hold yourself back from writing That One Often-Written Fandom Trope just because it has been often-written!

There will always be someone who wants more of that trope’s tag on AO3, and that tag specifically, who will devour every damn story in there, and then cry bitter tears when they reach the end.

There’s no such thing as “I shouldn’t do this because it’s been done before”.

Have you even heard of Hollywood?

The tag I’m currently devouring is “Arthur Pendragon Returns”. What AO3 tag are you currently devouring?

[psychologeek]

When you read a fic and it said "it was a normal day" -

Well. Idk what's going to happen, but it's definitely NOT gonna be NORMAL

[theshadowrealmitself]

Me, looking at all the assignments and studying I need to do: ….I have never felt the urge to knit as strong as I do rn

[saljpeg]

a sinking feeling

A silent breeze passes by, quiet, subtle, faint.



One could barely feel it, let alone notice it. My head hung high, and my eyes were barely open. Small bubbles materialized from my mouth, my throat had gone sore, and I had no control of my physical body any longer.

I was slowly becoming one with the water.

My skin was wrinkled, and my body was numb. The ocean water filled my lungs, and the saltiness became a familiar taste on my tongue. For days, weeks, months, perhaps years, the water has stayed completely still. A constant state of deafening silence, with no one to hear it except me. Though my body was worn down, my mind still raced with anticipation.



I can feel it coming, I really do. The only question is when?



It could come at any moment, like a thief in the night. Like an owl soaring through the skies, like the swift air breeze that softly kisses your skin. I was pushing my luck, grasping at every single straw, and taking all my chances. I offered everything, my body, soul, and mind.



Yet nothing's changed.



My body was ever so slowly descending into the deep ocean trenches. I tried to scream, yet no one can hear me. I flail my body, yet no one can see me. My voice, now replaced with faint and choked pleas, my limbs weighed down by non-existent chains. I am reduced to a husk of my former self, waiting merely for the inevitable. My consciousness will continue to bang against its cage, screaming to a god that doesn't exist, as I wait for the Earth to swallow me whole.



However, the tides have changed.



The currents have gotten stronger, and the serene waves have become furious. The bleakness was disrupted by a sudden and unexpected presence. The wind howled, and the thunder cried out a noise I had never heard before. Large silhouettes covered the ocean blue and bright rays engulfed the grey skies, devouring the darkness.



Then from a distance, I could hear a band of foghorns.



It's coming.

(inspired by this prompt)