Oct 16, 2025
eeeeeehhhhhhh fuck it. i typed this out 3 days ago bc i had a vision in my head but no drawing vision so i typed it out at... like.... 1 am
im no pro but yeet
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eeeeeehhhhhhh fuck it. i typed this out 3 days ago bc i had a vision in my head but no drawing vision so i typed it out at... like.... 1 am
im no pro but yeet
I just had a random Maze Runner Au idea where Thomas tries his best not to be the main character by avoiding everything
Thomas: *Watching Minho & Alby through the doors* Dam, ehh not my problem
I feel like there should be a verb form of placebo. and I think it should be placebically.
I just need to know why they didn’t make bloom and aisha each other’s foils instead of retconning icy. Why not have both of them be host for the dragon flame and water stars perspectively. Like yea bloom and icy could’ve still been hero/villain foils but hero/hero foils is where it’s at, the dragon flame and water star aren’t supposed to exist in the same dimension as each other like they could have learn to co-exist as friends and as host who are hosting being who hate each other and could destroy not only each other but the the whole magic dimension. It could’ve been another reason why Aisha’s parents kept her in the castle because they didn’t know where or who had the dragon flame after domino got wiped out or if bloom got safely away. It would’ve been so interesting. Small update to add on some more ideas
Guys i just finished the Chasm exploration quest and ooooo boy do I have ideas for angst for Am I a God Neat and a small spin off oneshot ☺️✨
12 AM Writing Thoughts
Do you guys remember Ark: Survival Evolved? Yeah what if... Nightmare and Co. were... in Ark. Like can you imagine Nightmare riding a fucking Reaper King!? Or Cross with his pack of Ravagers? Oh, Oh my lord can you imagine the mess what would be them trying to get Rock Drake eggs on Spinos?!
Cross: Did you make it?
Killer: Yeah, I'm almost up there.
Dust: What level is it?
Killer: I'm getting there, hold your horses- OH SHIT, IT'S A 190!!
Cross: I CALL DIBS!
Killer: MOTHERFUCKER I JUST CLIMBED UP HERE TO GET IT, THIS EGG IS MINE!
Nightmare: Calm down, both of you will get eggs on this trip. Now Killer don't grab the egg until-
Killer: ALRIGHT I GRABBED THE EGG LETS GO!
Cross: WAIT, I'M NOT ON MY SPINO!
Nightmare: KILLER YOU IDIOT.
Horror: I'm gonna kill him.
Dust: NOT IF THE 20 FUCKING ROCK DRAKES SWARMING US KILL US FIRST!
Cross: I'M GONNA DIE!
Killer: Well get on your fucking spino!
Cross: I CAN'T FIND IT!
Nightmare: Oh my god.
Killer: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T FIND IT?
Cross: I CAN'T FIND IT AND THERE'S 5 ROCK DRAKES CHASING ME!
Horror: I found it. It's in the purple water.
Killer: AHAHAHA
Cross: NOOOOO! MY BABY!
Nightmare: Oh my god.
Dust: Cross run to me! I'm trying to save you!
Cross: I'M TRYING.
Dust: Oh my god HOW DID YOU GET TWO LEVEL 190S ON YOU!?
Cross: I DON'T KNOW!!
Dust: FUCK IT. GET ON, ABORT MISSION!
Horror: I got your spino Cross!
Cross: HORROR YOU'RE MY HERO!
Killer: Guys my spino might actually die.
Dust: RUN. ABORT MISSION.
Nightmare: Oh. my. god.
Cross: GET TO THE RAMP!
Oh god, this is too good. I think I'm gonna actually write this? Or atleast draw Nightmare riding a Reaper King.
au where Thomas Jefferson and Lafayette are twins. Lafayette being taken when he was a baby only to end up in a orphanage in France and then YEARS later him and Thomas run into each other.
Alexander coming up behind Thomas when his hair is in a bun to complain about Thomas only to shriek when he see’s who he’s talking to.
She trembles when she looks at his covered scar.
Her hand flexes, and Garrus is never sure what she wants to do, and something flashes in her eyes; he tells himself it’s not disgust, but he has trouble believing it. It’s subtle, and she does try to control it if there’s anyone else present, but it’s a very distinct shiver.
It’s when she reaches out to him, rests her hand against his damaged, ruined, mandible and flinches that the dread filling up his gizzard is turned into shame.
“Yeah, the damage is... it’s bad,” he says in the space in between them, “it’s worse under the bandage.”
“I remember,” she murmurs, fingers twitching at her side.
“It’s disgusting.” He says.
“Everytime I look at it, I remember just how close I came to losing you.” She shakes her head, as if shaking a loose strand of keratin - hair - out of her eyes, thought it may just be her thoughts. “Every time I look at it, I get the urge to touch it, just to make sure you’re ok... but you’re ok. I can see, and I keep thinking I’ll hurt you.” She shrugs, leaning back against the containers full of mission supplies. “I don’t know why I keep doing it.”
He blinks at her, the shame disappearing from his gut, leaving something warm in its place, he’s afraid to think too much on it.
“You can touch it,” he blurts out. The wound hurts sometimes, and the recovery is slow going, but Chackwas has him on the good meds, even if on extremely limited doses. “It doesn’t hurt, not with the bandage on, anyway.”
“Are you sure?” She’s eager, and yet something flashes in her wide eyes, and he begins to think that it isn’t disgust he sees, it’s not avoidance.
It’s terror, for him out of all sentients.
“It usually hurts when the meds are starting to wear off,” he admit, taking a step closer, he suddenly just really needs her hand on his face, he wants it. “But I have taken my dose an hour ago, so I’m fine now.”
She doesn’t answer him verbally. Her hands comes to rest on his bandage and for a wild moment he thinks he can feel the warm of her palm. He can’t feel it, but he can see the gentleness in her eyes and how she closes them and takes a deep, reassuring breath. “You worry me sometimes, Garrus. I never know where your boundaries are.”
There’s a moment of stillness between them, a standstill, a fork in the road, before they’re both laughing at the inadverted pun.
“I’m here Shepard.”
“I know.” It’s the gentlest, most genuine smile he has ever seen on her face. For him, out of all people.
“I’m right here.” He repeats.
In all his worry, in all his shame and horror, he had never imagined she would need reassurance too.