i didn't say it was good, i said it has bewitched me body and soul

no i said i'm obsessed with it, not that i recommend it

God if ur out there pls let the senticounsins (cough twins cough) make amends and get close this season amen

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

The good news: you get to pick your new soulmate! (You can define "soulmate" however you want: platonic/romantic/partners in crime/etc. But they will be in your life, constantly.)

The bad news: you don't get to pick where they come from.

Spin this wheel until you get a fandom with characters that you recognize. As soon as you do, stop. One of those people* is going to be a constant presence in your life, whether you like it or not. So choose wisely.

*broadly defined

"You have to become comfortable with the fact that most people who enjoy your fic will never bother to kudos or comment on it."

Shockingly, I am comfortable with this fact. Lack of kudos or comments doesn't bother me.

That doesn't mean it shouldn't change.

If you enjoy a fic, leave a kudos or a comment.

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

This alone and only this is content that is against tos.

nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

Love that more than half of votes are for other despite the poll options being pretty well chosen.

Yeah I saw the lovecraftian horrors and didn’t succumb to madness. What- no I’m not a cultist, James. For Christ’s sake. What you’re forgetting my friend is that HP Lovecraft wasn’t a flexible man. His brain simply wasn’t stretchy enough to take it all in. I however, have short term memory issues. Flexibility is the name of the game when you can’t remember if you ate lunch or not. What’s the size of the universe? Big. You knew that already, James. Come on now. You don’t need to witness the terrifying ocean at the base of the entirety of reality itself to know that. Pass the brandy.

You must imagine the character I’ve created here wearing a suit and a monocle, by the way.

During a Eldritch Horrors based tabletop RPG my character was a young dandy who wasn't particularly interested in all this monster mystery stuff but his father (my brother's character) was a researcher who WAS very into it, so Bertie went along to make sure the old man didn't get into too much trouble. It was your average Eldritch Horrors RPG in that you don't make your characters with the expectation that they will survive for very long, both the game itself and the genre are very intent on turning your characters inside out, driving them insane, and blowing them up in no particular order.

The thing was, everything in this nightmare hellscape just seemed to keep coming up Bertie because the man was too stupid to realize what genre he was in. Every time he had to roll for a sanity check whenever he saw something crazy, the dice treated him so well that he just... didn't get it. Gee that sure is a funny costume. There's something wrong with that dog. These mean guys in stupid hats are trying to hurt that young lady, we can't have that! I had not built him this way, his intelligence stats weren't even that bad, random chance just made it so that this man was living a scooby doo adventure while everyone else was being consumed by The Horrors. The final straw was at the end of an adventure when Bertie escaped from the cultist headquarters by breaking out through the mansion's front window on a motorcycle with a hot rescued sacrificial maiden clinging to his back and leading the cultists on a merry chase through the hedge maze while the other adventurers escaped. His sanity score? HIGHER than when the adventure had begun. He had found the whole experience quite thrilling and felt very good about life in general! Bertie retired from adventuring to marry the maiden he rescued and care for his aging father and delight and bemuse his friends at the gentleman's club with stories of his 'wacky' adventures. I didn't want to risk breaking his ridiculous lucky streak.

@ninadove

“It’s just a TV show” maybe to you. I absorbed it into my soul though.

in other news. give me rena rouge holding chat noir back from cataclysming his own memories after marinette gives up the guardianship and loses hers....

Make this extra angsty - it's an identity reveal.

Her transformation drops.

The magic leaves her, Tikki elected from the earrings and the earrings fall to the ground - as does she.

It's automatic to catch her, to pillow her gently in his arm. Someone is screaming, anguish feeling the sound as it rushes past his ears.

Marinette- his Marinette. His lady. His love.

The anguish tears at his throat, and the choked off noise he makes when his throat cannot support the sound anymore is the realization that the screaming was him.

He pulls her roughly to his chest, the bubble of grief brewing to new life inside him.

"Chat! Chat!" Someone tugs at his shoulder, tries to pull him away from her limp form.

He hisses, teeth snapping at air as she jerks back her hand. "Don't touch her."

Rena is crying, tears dripping down her cheeks. "I know, ok. I'm sorry."

He growls, ears pinned back, and hunches over her. He’ll wipe his own. There is no Chat without Ladybug. There is no him without her. He'll level the playing field again - and they can just be Marinette and Adrien.

He presses his lips to her temple, then lays her down gently, standing to summon his power to his hands.

"Chat! No!" Arms wrap around his chest, and there is a scuffle - a struggle, her arms are tight and he hisses and almost bites her again.

too much monogamy in fandom in general

as we all know, everyone falls in love once and only once with their one true love the first time, and if they had relationships before that they weren’t real and didn’t love each other, and you can’t love more than one person at once, and your friends and family need to be pushed out of the picture to focus more on your romance, and no one has sex with people they don’t love, and if they did, they’re dirty and they have to have hated it and the sex they have with their one true love after they’re officially together has to be better sex than they ever had before, and no one ever breaks up for any reason other than death, and everyone wants to get married and have kids. aren’t you fucking tired.

Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

Shout out to everyone who is just so tired So so exhausted So very very tired so very fatigued so sleepy and tired So

Sad hours with da boy. Also color study.

The best quality a fictional man can have is being deeply, pathetically, wretchedly in love with someone, I think

Felix stole Adrien’s shoes. He played innocent when Adrien asked about it, insisting that these plain white shoes were Adrien’s all along, that no one in their right mind would have chosen to wear orange shoes. It wasn’t the orange Felix actually objected to, though—it was the logo of a butterfly on the heels. Even if Adrien didn’t know Gabriel Agreste’s connection to the creature, Felix did. It was better, Felix decided, to erase all signs of the self-proclaimed ‘Monarch’ before the truth came out and people saw his cousin with such an… unfortunate advertisement on his person. Just a quick switch with a pair of Felix’s nondescript shoes that just so happened to be the same size, and the crisis would be easily side-stepped.

Adrien found himself accepting the absence of his orange shoes more easily than he would have thought. He wasn’t a model for the Gabriel brand anymore, he could afford to wear something else now. These new shoes could be the first step to a whole new Adrien!

Except… he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he’d want to change. He tried to write down ideas, but he kept erasing each one off his whiteboard until it was as blank as when he’d started. Everything he thought of, it was too much like someone else’s style, not his. There wasn’t anything that he felt happy claiming as Adrien Agreste’s.

Plagg, thankfully, put him out of his misery by suggesting that he work on something else. Like maybe, if he really wanted a makeover, he could do it for his Chat Noir costume instead. Adrien jumped on the idea, sketching out his current costume and it was so easy. Leather strips on his sides. A paw print on his back. Slight points at the bottom of his mask that he thought were reminiscent of fangs. In hardly any time at all, he transformed and leapt outside to show off Chat Noir’s new look to all of Paris.

Ladybug squealed in delight at seeing her partner’s new form. She decided that she wanted to follow suit with her own suit (and, if she was being honest with herself (which she wasn’t really), maybe distance herself a little bit from who she was during Hawkmoth’s reign of terror). Besides, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to design her own clothes! (and, now that she thought of it, her wardrobe could use an update too…)

Ladybug wasn’t the only one who was lured in by the call of clothing design. Pretty much every other hero of Paris saw the duo they all looked up to changing their costumes and decided to get in on the action. For many, the realization that they didn’t have to be only who they were when they first got their miraculous was liberating, they knew now that they could be more intentional about their identity and who they could become. For many, too, this exploration of self bled into their civilian styling, prompting a sort of Renaissance as they all tried out new clothes, new hairstyles, new makeup… everything that made them feel like them.

Adrien Agreste, though, stayed the same. Okay, maybe his hair was left alone to grow, and maybe he didn’t look as polished as when his clothes were all managed for him. But, besides the clean white shoes, he didn’t have anything truly new. He decided he would worry about it later—he still had people in his life who liked him well enough like this (and, maybe, he wouldn’t have to deal with his subconscious fear that if he changed too much, the people he cared about wouldn’t like the ‘Adrien’ who emerged) (and, maybe, he wasn’t quite ready to cut off his connection to his father, not when he was still so uncertain about how he felt about the man who was both harmful and hero, someone he loved and couldn’t stand). For now, he would just be a caterpillar in its cocoon, taking his time on figuring out the person Adrien Agreste could be, and becoming him when he was ready.