#will.writes

[frothingatthemaw]

words i’ve written about mike and abby from the fnaf movie YIPPIE!! 🎉

[wonder-never-writes]

Idea Of Her- Chapter 1

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[frothingatthemaw]

i miss you in a blazing fire.

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it’ll be better until the next time it happens.

it’ll be better until you cross my mind again

and suddenly my chest is up in flames of the gasoline love i have spilling for you out of

a cavity in my chest.

it’ll be better until i think of kissing you

in a roller rink that

was created in the names of you and i.

it’ll be better until it’s us in your bedroom again

naked and loving one another

in the privacy of our own corner.

it’ll be better again until we’re laughing in my brother’s bed,

white wash cast to your skin.

it’ll be better again until we both rot hand in hand,

parasite under skin,

living within bloodlines.

it’ll be better again until i see your face

and my chest is ablaze with love spilling out for you right at your feet.

it’ll be better again, you’ll promise.

-e. xx

[frothingatthemaw]

pinned post! hai :3

👥 stevie, ender, ran, wil/will, mike 👥

matching w @kourys !!

ass-olotls -> aimsify -> genlossism

> 19 | they/xey/bap/star/ze ++ | system

!!! psa to please interchange my pronouns, it’s important to me that they are interchanged !!!

some interests of mine: mcyts (ex: aimsey & ranboo mainly + more), dream smp, hermitcraft, the life series, video games (ex: minecraft, night in the woods, sally face, stray, stardew valley + more), shows + movies (ex: stranger things, rick & morty, heartbreak high, sex education, it movies, spree, the devil all the time + more), literature (ex: poetry, web weaving), horror, music (ex: jxdn, lovejoy, quadeca, nf, glaive + more), generation loss, drag queens, youtubers (ex: jacksepticeye, gab smolders, sidemen, johnnie guilbert, jake webber + more) etc! please talk to me about common interests!

guy who’s an autistic aroacespec queer that is chronically online :3

• pronouns page || pronouns.cc || spotify || ao3

tagging system || list of headmate/alter blogs

my stranger things blog (@stonerharrington), my alt/personal blog (@igotpapercuts), where i rb stuff for mutuals (@ass-olotls), catkin blog (@kittybaps), for when i hit post limit (@ender-in-idiot-jail), our system blog (@originssystem), love-centric, webweaving blog, & aesthetics blog (@loverstained), rarely used age regression blog (@starshapedblue)

last date edited: nov. 12, 2023

times i’ve hit post limit (for fun): 1

more under cut!

additional interests info: LISTED THINGS ARE NOT LIMITED TO ONLY WHAT IS LISTED, i watch mainly mcyt content creators (ex: aimsey, ranboo), but i’m also interested in the dream smp (please ask me about headcanons of characters), the life series (3rd life, last life, double life, and limited life), hermitcraft, and empire smp. i mainly watch grian or scar for hermitcraft; i watch grian, scar, and jimmy for the life series; and i watch jimmy and fwhip for empires (i’ve only seen season 2)! i’m also very autistic about genloss so please—i beg you—talk to me about that :] i like an abundance of other video games besides minecraft, so feel free to ask about those as well!

BOUNDARIES!

do not spam me unless you are spam reblogging my writing or art! do not rb my neg posts without permission. do not rb my goodnight posts.

softblock to unfollow!

dm me or send an ask for me to tw something, or dm me/send an ask if i’ve done something i need to be held accountable for. also please do not dm me to chat if we are not mutuals.

DNI: tulpas, transmeds, sysmed/traumascum (sysmed reasoning here), terfs, map/pear/radqueer, radfem/tradfem, kink/nsfw blogs (i literally post about minecraft), blank blogs, ddlg blogs, discourse blogs, proship, irl shippers (especially minors), pro-ana/ed blogs, fakeclaimers, anti mcyt, c!dream apologists & cc!dream supporters, dteam/dream team supporters (yes, dream, george, and sapnap). people who sexualize and/or post nsfw of wilbur soot, harry potter stans, you break boundaries, sexists, ableists, racists, part of poppytwt/poppyblr, truthers.

BYF: i will post a lot of ranboo and aimsey, as well as other featured mcyts. i post about ranboo an abnormal amount and i do not tag it (i probably should at this point). i’m not a huge fan of quackity or slimecicle, but i will not post neg about them. i will post hermitshipping and not tag it. i don’t watch streams that often & i stay off of tumblr in general while streams are going on (usually) or i just ignore liveblogging. going off of the previous statement, i will liveblog me watching vods sometimes. i tend to spam rb and not queue. i swear and do not tag it. i use contradicting labels (ex: aroacespec and hyperromantic). please tag mcyt neg. you will be blocked deliberately if i find a reason to block you. WE ARE A SYSTEM WITH LOTS OF INTROJECTS, DON’T BE WEIRD!

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[frothingatthemaw]

FIRST AO3 POST

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[frothingatthemaw]

a poem i made for @wilbursootautism <3

reblog if you like!

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a sun that wraps her young into a nested embrace of warmth only she can provide.

a jar of honey sitting on an open window’s sill, basking in the light of the afternoon.

a faux fur blanket draped over a patch of grass where the sun spots her light in just the right amount of warmth for her child.

the golden rays right before sunset that hits a couple in their car, smiling at—and for— each other.

you are the sun of some people’s universe,

the one the stars and sky dance ‘round in circles with,

and the one the desert and ocean look at in awe

(i would look at you in awe, too),

and the one the moon would title their other half.

look at you glow, sunshine!

it is you, glowing, and casting your devastatingly beautiful sunbeams to those you adore

(and who adore you equally as much back, i promise).

a flick of a lighter at dusk, setting the wick of a candle into a blaze of aroma.

dancing in the living room while the 9pm news plays in the background.

a spaghetti dinner eaten in a bathtub filled with bubbles.

curtains blowing in the wind caused by the ocean right before it rains.

you are the daylight and love in a room of darkness.

you are a lighthouse that guides sailors home in the middle of a hurricane.

you bring people home

(you are their home).

it’s like strawberry stained lips and chocolate frosting between teeth.

to be seen by you is to be loved and appreciated.

to know you is to have a lifetime’s fix of vitamin c.

to see you is to look at the sun directly without being blinded;

seeing you is to see the world in orange-toned glasses,

and to have the taste of love in the back of your throat.

look at you glow, sunshine! it is you shining like the never-burning star you are,

coated in the embodiment of lover.

you are the daylight.

[frothingatthemaw]

hey hi poem prompts cranboo and any lyric from this song

ode to a broken heart - the once

haven’t written in a while and i do not know cranboo lore at all but hey! here you go :]

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[frothingatthemaw]

It’s not even five yet, and you’re sitting on the edge of our shared bed. I turn to face your bare back when I have felt the bed empty due to your sitting. Our bedroom is silent, stagnant, and filled with pale blue from the to-be-forgotten moon. I hear you sigh. I see you looking at yourself in the mirror that has sat beside the bed since we moved here. Your eyes stare back into themselves.

I know how you feel. You feel like the worst person you could come up with, and I well know that brain of yours.

You came home smelling of alcohol as you always do, but that doesn’t change the fact I tell you I’ve missed you. It doesn’t change my routine of kissing you each time you walk through our door.

I move myself to sit behind you, my cold hands making you tense for a mere second before relaxing into me. You sigh again. I know what you’re thinking. You want to say sorry, but you shouldn’t.

I press a kiss to your bare shoulder while my hands rest in your lap, laced together around your middle. You lean back into me, eyes for once leaving your bloodshot own, heaving to a halt when you see my faltered lipped smile. The circles under your eyes are corpse-like. You look dead. Your hair is a mess, and I wouldn’t admit it to you, but you definitely needed a shower.

That was a plan of mine for later that day, running you a tub of water and forcing you into a bubble bath. If you were drunk or not, it didn’t matter. You had a meeting again later this week, I wanted to fix your hair as you always asked me to. It was one of those few moments that I felt the you I knew I loved more than all else. It was how you wanted to be known, how you wanted to be loved.

I kiss your shoulder again and you hum. I didn’t know a hum could slur, but yours did. You were unmistakably still drunk from the few hours you’d been sleeping. My fingers trace a heart onto the skin of your stomach, you almost smile. I knew it wasn’t that easy, but I tried. I’d try for you everyday.