stories, shitposts, and shiny things

Wispy|25|Black|She/They Writer • Reader • Hyperfixation collector Certified blorbo, Hurt/comfort enthusiast and occasional shitposter. My hobbies include reblogging, putting characters in situations, calling it literature, and committing emotional damage ❤️‍🔥

[wispyrainbow]

✨Welcome to the Rainbow Static Zone ✨

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Howdy, I’m WispyRainbow 🌈

And this little blog here contains walls covered in sticky notes, and at least three universes currently colliding in the basement. The following ecosystem includes:

fandom posting

original projects

crossover nonsense

OC propaganda

worldbuilding documents

commission info

emotionally compromised characters

creatures

occasional psychic damage

memes

lore posts

late-night “wait this actually goes hard” ideas

writing snippets

Things I enjoy: 🎮 games 🎬 horror/media analysis 🌌 urban fantasy 💥 anime nonsense 🫀 found family 👁 weird lore 📼 retro aesthetics 🧃 characters making catastrophically bad decisions

Inboxes are open for: 💌 asks 📦 submissions 🧠 headcanons 🎨 art 📡 transmissions from beyond the veil

Current interests tend to bounce between anime, games, horror, supernatural weirdness, found family dynamics, and whatever concept just grabbed me by the throat at 2 a.m.

📬 ASK BOX: open 📦 SUBMISSIONS: open 🎨 COMMISSIONS: available/opening periodically

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A few quick notes:

Please don’t repost my work without permission/credit

Be respectful to me and others

This blog runs on caffeine, music, and unstable narrative energy

Anyway, thanks for stopping by and helping me build this weird little corner of the internet 🌈 Please enjoy your stay inside the containment field and step carefully

The floorboards are made of lore.

[metal-autistic-coven]

to every animal that's ever gone extinct i love you

[junglejim4322]

I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices

[nonlynear]

if you are my mutual i need you to be on some bullshit i dont understand

[pepplemint]

Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!” Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”

[marumigamer]

Dear artists.

We, the writers, will accept any of your fan arts.

We don’t care if it looks like shit to you, or you think your art skills are not good enough.

We will love any fan art, because it’s the most beautiful way to say “I love what you write”.

[shadysquid]

I fucked up a job interview so bad today they asked me why I wanted to work at this fast food restaurant and I blanked and said that when I was little I liked their fries and wanted to be the French fry queen

[shadysquid]

I got the job

[bonefireheart9-deactivated20170]

Reblog the French fry QUEEN and have a good luck on your job interview

[chibisketches]

Sure, I could use some French Fry Royalty luck :)

[willgrahamscock]

sorry I’m all booked

[willgrahamscock]

this websites hate mail is brutal

[obsidianpegasus]

Basic Fandom Etiquette Everyone Needs to Remember:

Creators do not owe anyone content. Do not ask writers when they will update.

If an author did not ask for [negative] criticism , do not give criticism.

Read the tags carefully before reading a fanfic.

If you ignored the tags and were upset, that is your responsibility, not the creator’s.

Disliking a ship does NOT give you the right to attack people who enjoy it.

Do not tell authors or shippers that their ship is “disgusting,” “wrong,” or “shouldn’t exist.” Shipping fictional characters is not a moral failing.

No one is obligated to justify why they ship two fictional characters.

Headcanons are PERSONAL interpretations, not universal truth.

Dark themes in fiction do not equal real life beliefs or intentions.

Leaving kudos or short positive comments genuinely matters.

Not every fanwork is made for you, and that is okay.

Scrolling past content you dislike is better than engaging negatively

Enjoying a fandom later than others does not make someone less of a fan.

Disliking a fanfic does not entitle you to announce that to its creator. Sending hate comments to authors is NEVER justified, even if you disliked the work.

[adamjpark]

Soulburn

Adam Park x Ethie McGowan Chapter 5: Chemical Burns and Human Rights

A/N: shoutout to @multishippinfool for their collaborations on this chapter and @ellipsus-writes for being what google docs never could <3

Ethie

She should have anticipated this happening at some point, but not a day into being here. 

And she certainly did not anticipate the amount of chaotic energy spiraling out of control, nearing taking out windows and mirrors. The surrogates were running around trying to avoid being hit by said energy spikes, their sinister dark purple flashes of light promising pain and anguish.

“What is going on here?!” Bonnie screeched, hiding behind Ronnie, who was doing his best to shield the woman with his body. “How did we get here?”

“I dinna ken, mo chridhe,” Ronnie shouted back, “but we will get through this. Together.”

Ethie watched in fascination as they embraced with a tenderness she hadn’t seen since she left Ornovia, and it made her long for her real parents on the motherworld. 

I hope to have that kind of love one day…

The voice in her head was the loudest it had ever been, and she nearly cried out when it said. “YOU FOOL! GET THE SURROGATES BACK IN LINE! NOW!”

The base of her throat burned again, and her senses dulled slightly. 

All she could see were two misbehaving beings in front of her. And they needed to be put back in their places. Her vision went black with rage, she covered her face then immediately snapped it to her side.

“DARK FORCE KNIGHT! ARISE!”

Donned in all black and an arsenal that would put any military force to shame, she stalked towards the pair and proceeded to kick Bonnie in the back, toppling them both down to the ground. Reaching out one hand into the air, she harnessed the surging energy spikes into the palm of her hand, holding it like a dangerous weaponized orb.

The two humans cowered in her presence, and when she spoke, it wasn’t her voice that came from her throat.

“Naughty children should know better than to break from their bonds.”

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[cosmonautroger]

capybara

[moniquill]

Guinea big.

[uncahier]

[anxietyproblem]

[sceptixfakemon]

this heatwave fucking sucks how am I going to serve my liege like this

[sceptixfakemon]

im never leaving this hellsite

[sceptixfakemon]

i swear if this is the second stupid sword picture post i make that gets to 10k i'll just go kill someone

[sceptixfakemon]

FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!

[adamjpark]

Soulburn

Adam Park x Ethie McGowan Chapter 4: The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face

Confusion mixed with dread and a desire to get on with it as she dressed for the day. She was trying not to overthink her new life here and what it all truly meant for her. Such thoughts were nothing but a nuisance and a distraction, and wouldn’t accomplish anything, anyway. She wasn’t here to admire the new furniture or even enjoy the supposed “American Suburban living” now being afforded to her. She knew she wouldn’t have time to truly learn how to assimilate as a teenage high school girl in sunny Angel Grove, California. Not with her mission looming over her head.

Ethie was here to kill the Power Rangers, one by one if necessary, then take out their leader, Zordon of Eltar, so that her extended family within the United Alliance of Evil could finally conquer Earth.

And I will succeed, she thought as she finished fastening the diamond encrusted barrette into her jet black hair. She stepped in front of the full length mirror for one final lookover. She was not going to wear makeup while on mission; she wasn’t here to find a mate after all, so partaking in the Ornovian rituals of painting her face to attract a spouse was out of the question. Taking care of her skin was a point of pride for her. Blemishes of any kind could be seen as character flaws and, since she was to be Queen one day, couldn’t risk slacking on her daily skin care routine. 

Deciding that she’d fussed over her looks enough, she walked towards the window, the sun starting to rise in the distance. She wondered how her parents, the King and Queen of Ornovia, were getting on without her. Her mother used to get up as early as she could stand it and watch the sunrise from the balcony of the royal bedchamber she shared with the king, always saying that it was a great blessing and privilege to be able to see a new day rising.

“Ye dinna ever wanna take yer life fer granted, a leannan,” her mother’s voice echoed in her head. For a split second, her vision began to swim, and a panged flash of anxiety rushed through her bloodstream.

Where am I? Who am I? What—

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[thelittledaily-deactivated20260]

REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

[softwaring]

[bigtittygothmom666]

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals