Having Ocs Is Such A Weird Experience. What Do You Mean That Me And 3 Of My Friends Are The Only Ones

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Whenever I'm on ao3 or tumblr I always see posts talking about Jmart week or timkon week or something or other and I'm so confused. How do you all keep track? Is there a calendar that everyone but me knew about? How are these weeks decided upon?

tumblr users will reblog anything. have half a peanut

probably the best parallel between bluesey and pynch is that for Blue and Adam, this story is Pride & Prejudice level rivals-to-lovers - each of them going “fuck, him? really? him??” every step of the way - whereas Gansey and Ronan were both immediately and irrevocably in love

Agnes Montague is sitting in the coffee shop again. Same table, same black coffee, same routine. She wraps her hand around the mug, feeling the heat bloom under her palm. It’s better than burning people, than having them as a sacrifice to prove her warmth. She’s grown out of those fits of anger, and now she sees herself as more of her destiny than the flame borne from it. That’s what it is to be the light in the lightless flame. She wants to be kind but she can’t. She’s a creation with a purpose, and that purpose isn’t kindness.

Everyone else in this shop is human. Completely human. They were born in hospitals, probably, and not within someone else’s – her mother’s – sacrificial funeral pyre. Everyone else in this shop has friends. Everyone else in this shop can find their own purpose. And Agnes just heats her drink, the steam barely bringing up the temperature of her burning skin. She’s the sunlight, just bringing heat down on everyone with her touch. She can burn, but she is essential. She’s not sure who told her that. Something that has to be wrong within her tells her that it was her mother.

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just a sad double drabble of me thinking about agnes too hard!! she thinks about her mom regularly imo,, i consider her thinking about her mom's (voluntary) sacrifice as justification that she has to follow her destiny :((((

AU idea where it's a timeloop and everytime you restart the piece of media the characters are reset but they remember. So its like undertale but everyone knows you don't care about their happiness.

Oh you want to rewatch your favorite show to watch your favorite ship fall in love again? Womp womp you're the villain because you forced them to start back at square one. They hate you now. They cry everytime you pause the show or put down the book because they don't know how long it will be until you let them resume their tale.

Are you punishing them? To them, you are a cruel god who makes them relive their mistakes and traumas just to entertain yourself.

Bunny (pink)

i just think it says a lot about the person. my favorite is a bear named theodore

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When Sasha hosts her first D&D session, Michael isn’t invited, really, but it shows up regardless; clutching a character sheet and set of resin dice whose insides swirl around in a way that gives everyone a headache. Jon is ready to kick it out immediately, but Sasha vouches for it, and somehow they begin the game with it in their party.

None of them claim to know the Distortion, but they expected a chaotic character — a wild mage or barbarian, maybe. They don’t expect a lore bard, especially not a human one, and especially not one of such a kindly demeanor. It’s strange, watching Michael switch between voicing its character and describing its actions to Sasha, as though they’re actually playing with two distinct Spiral avatars instead of one.

As the campaign continues, they discover just how many little details it put into its character. He likes colorful tunics and warm scarves. He thinks lilies are pretty. He’s somehow “more of a doormat than Martin”, as Tim puts it. He was an acolyte before becoming an adventurer. Dungeons and Dragons is a game all about constructing elaborate lies wrapped around a grain of truth, after all.

And if Jon Knows something about this character, this strange creation that seems to fit Michael like a second skin, he chooses not to say.

paranormal investigator but the ghosts are the clients