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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 months

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01/15/2024 Crew Recap

Hey all, today has been a very very very long day. I’m typing this with my eyeballs glazed over and half open. However, so much has happened in such a little amount of time I wanted share a few things before I pass out I know a lot of you are in different timezones, are busy with life, and taking a break, so maybe this will help with parsing through some of the crazy stuff the crew has been up to.

The petition hit 50K, and is at 52.5K at the moment

Fundraisers: I didn’t even realize there were two different fundraisers for Palestine/Gaza going on but we blew both out of the water. (Note: the second picture is from a November campaign but I think its just as important to highlight— ty for the correction anon!)

The Emmys hashtag turn out was great tonight. There was some pretty amazing and creative stuff going on across all the platforms. Some can be seen on IG, but if you wanna see the majority of it, check out twitter #SaveOFMD #75thEmmys

---We have new ways of protesting and advocating for our show, see here for the thread on tumblr (from twitter):---

And to support that @saltpepperbeard was kind enough to put together a wonderful guide on how to Call It Through as a Crew: Alleviating Some Phone Anxiety which as someone who is socially anxious and sometimes verbally vomits on people when on the phone, is AMAZING and thank you so much for doing that to help.

-- > There is also this new thread on some new places to call into. Don't quote me on that being an official thing we should do, I'm sure @renewasacrew and others will have more in the AM, I just wanted to share it so people could follow if they wanted to.

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New Articles!

Our Flag Means Death: Here’s why season three deserves to be aired

Petition to save BBC show with rare Rotten Tomatoes score gets 50,000 signatures

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There's so much more that's happened today-- but I can't write it all down because my brain is couscous.

<---So instead, I'm going to use this last part to gush over you all and your amazing contributions in all your unique ways. The community support the last few days has been SO INCREDIBLY UPLIFTING.-->

I saw (and experienced) people reblogging asks where random followers, anons, and mutuals just reached out and sent love because they could tell people were struggling.

I've seen comments all over the place on Tumblr, IG, Twitter, and Facebook where each and every person is encouraging each other to speak their mind, or complimenting their artwork, encouraging them if they were feeling uncomfortable with things outside their comfort zones, coming up with new and exciting ways to fight back, people reaching out to the cast/crew just to say hi and remind them we love them.

I've seen Self-Care checkpoints all over, reminding people to drink water, take a break, block your notifications for a while, not engaging in negative behavior.

I've seen people being so nice on instagram posts that the people who were being dicks about all our comments turned around and decided to watch OFMD!

I saw so many people doing new analysis of scenes and characters, and having really deep and friendly discussions that make everyone think in new ways.

I saw people digging through old tumblrs to bring life back to old posts and artwork.

I saw so much NEW artwork, new FICS! New GIFS! So much new art and love!

I could literally go on and on, but I've just...I had to dump this out of my brain otherwise I'd explode. I've just seen so much today that continues to make me so proud of our little safe space ship and so happy to be apart of this community.

You all continue to be the best of the best of humans, and I am so very grateful to get to witness and be apart of it. Rest up lovelies and have a good day / night, wherever you may be. May you dream of sexy middle-aged gay men kissing, or hugging, or whatever else you want them to be getting into.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #edward teach #renew as a crew #rhys darby #blackbonnet #save our flag means death #save ofmd #ofmd s3 #renew our flag means death #renew ofmd #ofmd daily recap

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frudoo · 13 days

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Goddess — Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Retired Johnny focuses on his art. His favorite muse? You, of course.

Warnings: Slightly smutty, very suggestive. Plus size reader (female). Body image issues mentioned. Shitty Scottish (PLEASE give me feedback, I wanna get better!!)

I’m not gonna lie y’all—I’m not too proud of this one. The idea was perfect in my head but my fingers did not want to write it </3

MDNI

A shudder escapes your pouty lips with every drag of his vaseline-coated fingers across your soft body. Johnny’s excuse is to tell you that your skin needs to be prepped before he can do anything, but that was ten minutes ago and he’s been massaging your breasts for five, now. Finally, he pulls his hands away after giving your nipples one more flick for good measure. He chuckles at the breathy whine you let out.

“So eager, bon’. Cannae even handle a bit o’ prep?” The cocky bastard teases, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before turning around and grabbing the plaster bandages off of his desk.

This all started when you made the mistake of telling your beloved husband that you were feeling down. The demons had gotten louder the longer you stared in the mirror, and Johnny had walked in right as the first tear fell down your hot, puffy cheek. He let you cry in his arms, petting your hair and murmuring into your ear all of his favorite parts of you. Turned your tears of self-loathing into glistening proof of ecstasy with his face buried between your thighs, leaving no room for doubt about just how much he adores you. He told you his idea while you were curled into his side, slick with sweat and pleasantly fucked-out.

That’s how you ended up here: sitting on a stool in his workspace, naked and compliant (just how he likes you, he joked). The body cast, of course, was his idea of making you feel better about yourself—at least, that’s what he told you. The truth was that he’s utterly obsessed with you. The ring on your finger and the home you shared wasn’t enough for him. He wanted—needed—to be surrounded by you in any way, shape or form. No matter how many paintings or sketches or statues of you that littered the house, he wasn’t satisfied, always convincing you to sit all pretty for him so he could recreate the most beautiful work of art he could think of.

Johnny starts on your breasts, coming as no surprise to you. The plaster strips are cold and tacky against your flushed skin, and it makes you grimace. He takes his time molding the pliable medium to fit you perfectly, nimble fingers working restlessly to exact the curve of your perky nipples. He hums while he works, biting his tongue between his teeth in pure concentration, dismissing the whines and annoyed sighs you let out.

“Haud yer wheesht, bon’! Willnae take long. Lass loves eh attention,” he scolds, but the shit-eating grin on his face makes you huff louder.

“I still don’t understand why you’re doing this,” you purse your lips, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your torso—his new favorite canvas.

“Ah jus’ want tae show ye tha’ yer body shuid be in a museum. Ah ken ye’re bonnie, but ye dinnae, so ah’m gunna prove t’ye wha’ a goddess ye’re.” Johnny explains softly, those sparkling blue eyes darting up to meet your impatient gaze.

Can’t really argue with that, can you? With a final sigh, you reluctantly relax your body, allowing the artist to more accurately place the plaster strips onto your lubricated skin. He rewards your cooperation with a tender kiss to your lips and a warm smile. His calloused hands smooth out the bandages over the soft rolls on your waist and tummy, making sure every single detail of your perfect form is immortalized. If you yourself can’t live forever, he’s determined to make sure people are able to admire you for centuries to come.

Once Johnny’s satisfied with the sticky mess he made on your plush body (for once, it’s actually a PG-rated mess), he steps back to admire his handiwork with a pleased hum. His eyes scan over your body in appreciation before he turns and washes his hands, drying them off with a rag. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, he tells you corny jokes (that he most definitely stole from Simon Riley himself) to keep you distracted from the discomfort of drying plaster on your skin. Once it’s set, he tells you to take a deep breath so he can pry off the cast—you’re secretly thankful that he spent so much time putting vaseline all over you because pulling it off was already a task.

With a gross pull of your skin and then a soft squelching noise, the artwork is off of your body. Johnny smiles giddily, happy with how perfect and detailed it turned out. He sets it carefully on his desk to let it dry more on the inside. Much to your relief, he allows you off of the stool and guides you into the washroom where he runs you a nice bath. He insists on cleaning your body, gushing about how beautiful and perfect you are for him—and then he fingers you silly as a reward, making sure the bathwater is deliciously murky with your spend before draining it. He dries you off with tender hands, pressing doting kisses all over your face just because he can. And once he’s got you in bed, all sleepy and warm, he climbs in beside you and whispers into your ear:

“Gunna make a cast o’ yer gorgeous cunt next, aye?”

#BIG BELLIES ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!!#johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish #soap x reader #soap x plus size reader #johnny mactavish x plus size reader #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #plus size reader #soap cod #john soap mactavish

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cyberpunkaddict · 4 months

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2023 Letter.

Here we are again. It’s been a year since my last letter. This is my last post for 2023. I included a bunch of unreleased VP again.

Read the letter below:

This year has been a rollercoaster in many ways. It’s really easy to focus on the negative because it seems to take up so much space. But it’s important to take some time and think about the positive in life too to get some perspective.

Life is made up of tiny moments of happiness after all. ❤️

The Cyberpunk 2077 community is very important to me. "Stuff" we may or may not agree with is bound to happen no matter where we are, IRL or online. But no matter who you are, in the end we all want the same things; feel like we belong, make connections with people, escape real life for a while, have fun and feel safe.

I'm a broken record lol, but... Without you there wouldn't even be a community whatsoever. Thank you for being part of it and making it fun! ❤️

So, back to reminiscing on 2023...

If you know me, you know I'm a stubborn perfectionist. With that comes pessimism, but I’ve grown and gained a more positive outlook on life, which is something I’m proud of. It's not often I'm proud of something, striving for perfectionism and all, so admitting this is a huge achievement for me. I know I'm always gonna be a perfectionist when it comes to my art though, but that just forces me to be a better artist, so it's not all bad... As long as I don't overdo it, which is something I'm working on. My goal for 2024 is to stop being so hard on myself and upload more to Tumblr. ❤️

I started doing OC gif giveaways this year, and I definitely wanna do more, and not just gifs but VP too. I do these because I want to spread, excuse the cringe lol, happiness and positivity. I love to give back. It gives me purpose in life.

I started modding as well, which I wanted to do for months, but I was too scared because it seemed so complicated... But I did it. I'm proud I went out of my comfort zone for once.

So, Dear Everyone ❤️, once again...

Thank you for sharing your incredible art, writing, cosplay, mods, and the list goes on. I hope 2023 treated you well, if not, let's make 2024 beyond amazing! I want you to know that you make my day better no matter what is happening in my life. The simplest joke in a tag or a simple hi in a DM make me smile and laugh. And if this is how I feel, just know you make other people you've never met before feel this way too. I think that's pretty cool.

One day I might have to leave Cyberpunk 2077 behind, because that's how life goes sometimes. And that’s sad to think about... I’m not ready to put it behind me yet. At the same time it means that this community, and my OCs and yours will always have a place in my heart.

I will never forget you.

Here's to another year filled with lots of happy moments. ❤️

Bye 2023! Hello 2024!

Vicky

To everyone who made it this far, I have a little surprise... I’d like to do VP with one of your OCs. Comment on this post and tell me what you’re proud of in 2023. In a week-ish I’ll pick a random person (from the comments). :3

❤️❤️❤️

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f3mme-f4tale · 3 months

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a brew of history

Part One

content warnings: modern au, no real warnings except explicit language word count: 1.3k additional tags: mutual pining, embarrassed ellie, barista!ellie, just fluff really, best friend jesse a/n: first ellie post omg hehe. i haven't written fanfiction in so long, so i apologize for how scattered this may seem. i'm (finally) graduating with my undergrad in april, so i'm hoping that i can dedicate some more of my free time into creative writing this year! lmk if any of y'all wanna be mutuals mwah

important info about palestine

prologue

You couldn't recall exactly when you started to look forward to your morning routine more than usual. Perhaps it was when the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans began to mingle with the scent of aged manuscripts and artifacts. Or maybe it was when you first noticed the cheerful smile of the barista across the street, Ellie, as she handed over the perfectly brewed cup of coffee.

The local history museum where you worked stood tall and proud, its grand facade a testament to the stories held within its walls. As the assistant collections manager, your days were consumed with cataloging, preserving, and inputting the items into the online database. It was a job you adored, one that allowed you to immerse yourself in the past and connect with the present through the lens of time.

But there was something about Ellie that added a new dimension to your mornings. Each day, like clockwork, you would step off the 48 bus line and make your way across the cobblestone street to the cozy coffee shop. And each day, Ellie would greet you with a warm smile and a knowing twinkle in her eyes.

"Good morning," Ellie would say, her voice as inviting as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

"Morning, Ellie," you would reply, returning the smile. It was a simple exchange, yet it never failed to brighten your day.

As the weeks went by, the interactions evolved beyond mere pleasantries. You began to exchange snippets of conversation—small talk about the weather, musings about the latest museum exhibit, and eventually, deeper discussions about the shared passions for art. You found yourself eagerly anticipating the morning conversations, the moments of connection amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. There was something about the way Ellie listened intently, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest, that made you feel seen and understood in a way you hadn't before.

So when Ellie had begun to leave doodles on your to-go cups, you felt obligated to return the favor in some way. It started innocently enough, with a simple "thank you" scribbled on a napkin, accompanied by a smiley face. But as the days passed and your interactions became more frequent, your gestures grew bolder, more playful.

On this particular morning, the one after you had meticulously scoured the back office for a set of pencils to match the parcel in your bag, you realized you were running late for work. You were supposed to be at your desk ten minutes ago, and yet here you were, still a block away. You tried your best to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach as you glanced at your watch, until the familiar awning came into view and you practically ran into an older gentleman as you swung open the door.

As the jingle of the large oak door signaled your arrival, the familiar gleam of the girl behind the counter drowned out your previous anxieties. Her hair was tied back in her usual low bun, a gray flannel adorning her slim torso, a black apron tied loosely around her hips. As Ellie handed you your usual order – because of course she already had it made – you slid a journal across the counter, a mischievous gleam in your eye.

"For you," you said with a grin, watching as Ellie's curiosity piqued. Ellie's eyes widened in surprise as you flipped open the sketch pad, revealing a whimsical drawing of the two of you—coffee cups in hand, surrounded by swirling patterns and doodles.

“Well this is quite…” she began, laughing quietly to herself.

“Oh you are the artist, that’s for sure. But I always feel guilty putting your little doodles in the compost bin, so I figured I’d offer something more…” You flipped through the remaining blank pages, turning the leather bound book in your hand, “Permanent.”

“Oh, I can’t just take this,” Ellie suddenly felt flustered. A pretty girl gifting her art supplies when she could barely afford rent?

“Dude,” You pushed the journal into her reluctant grasp. “We have like a hundred of these just floating around from overstock at the giftshop.”

Ellie's cheeks flushed with gratitude as she traced her fingers over the smooth leather cover of the sketch pad. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice tinged with emotion.

"You're welcome," you replied, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction at her reaction. You dug around in your purse trying to find the exact amount of change for your latte, the line of people now forming behind you a reminder that you were, in fact, still running late for work.

“It’s on the house,” Ellie rushed out, attempting to reach out and stop your anxious rummaging. You raised an eyebrow in response.

“Are you even allowed to do that?” You replied, tucking a portion of your hair behind your ear. Could Ellie tell how clammy you were? The barista only shrugged and offered back a sly smile. Knowing you didn’t have the time to argue, and before thinking it through fully, you grabbed a pen from the cup next to a collection of straws and napkins. As your fingers grazed Ellie’s arm, the ink diligently showcasing the swirling of your writing on the other girl’s forearm, Ellie could swear that every patron in the shop could hear how loud her heart was beating.

"In case you ever need someone to cover your shift," you said with a playful grin, grabbing your coffee and at last making your final trek to the building next door.

As you grabbed your coffee and hurried out the door, Ellie stood rooted to the spot, her mind swirling with a million thoughts and emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was over analyzing the interaction. A sudden jolt to her side earned her best friend, Jesse, a sharp kick to the shin.

“Ow!” He whined, putting his hands up in defense. “One conversation with a pretty girl and you zone out. There’s customers and I’d love to be done by three.” Ellie rolled her eyes, going back to actually doing her job and not drooling over the woman who had become a regular.

“Dina won’t care if we’re late,” Ellie mumbles, running the espresso machine for another order.

“That’s bullcrap and you know it,” Jesse shakes his head, restocking the ice and rolling his eyes. “She’ll have both our heads.”

“Whatever,” Ellie groans, opening up a new carton of oatmilk. God, she complains, why do queer women love oatmilk so much?

Despite the flurry of activity at the museum, you sat quietly humming to yourself in the back storage rooms. You put your anxious energy into your work, trying to focus on deframing old pieces. You made quick work of the frames, carefully utilizing a box cutter to slice the paper backing and removing the mat – the acid-free board that most of the artwork in the collection is taped to – from the plexiglass. As you work through this older collection, you evaluate the condition of each print and place it in a pile to either be put into storage or deaccessioned.

And yet, amidst the meticulous work of evaluating, your mind kept wandering back to Ellie and the uncertain exchange at the coffee shop. You couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation mixed with apprehension. What if you had misread her signals? What if your attempt at playful flirtation had come across as presumptuous? These questions circled endlessly in your mind, distracting you from the task at hand.

As you carefully removed the last print from its frame, you mentally checked off one of the various tasks on your todo list. The little remaining coffee from this morning had gone cold, a frown adorning your face as you rinsed the cup and tossed it in a bin. Your phone, which has been balanced precariously on the edge of your work station, buzzed softly.

[xxx-xxx-xxxx]: leaving your digits on my arm, huh? trying to make sure I don't forget you?

Your heart fluttered at the sight of her message, a mixture of anticipation and relief washing over you. She hadn't outright rejected your gesture, and her playful tone hinted at a mutual interest.

you: guilty as charged! wanted to make sure to leave my mark :p

#ellie x reader #tlou2 #tlou #ellie williams #abrewofhistory #fanfic #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #modern au #wlw fanfic

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mrghostrat · 1 month

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Hello!

I've been a bit of a lurker for a few months (chronic overthinker when it comes to socializing lol), but I finally felt brave enough to actually say something today!

I'm SUCH a fan of both your writing and art! I stumbled on Mon Horrible Cherí one day on Tumblr and fell in love with the story and the beautiful art included. I started following you on tumblr after and seeing everything you create and tips you share got me super interested in making digital art myself. 😊

About two months ago, a friend gifted me their old iPad and I've been practicing basically daily with CSP! I really love it and have started feeling comfortable posting some of it on here and other socials, including a good omens art I'm super proud of! Since you basically helped me on my journey here, I felt like you deserved to know lol.

Tried not to ramble, just wanted to basically say thank you! Looking forward to BNF, ATWS, and anything else you create in the future! 😊

-Key

oh my god and it's BEAUTIFUL too 😭 i'm soso os os ososoo happy you've become inspired to create, and grateful to wanna share that with all of us. thank you so much. giving you the tightest hugs (whilst letting one arm be free so u can keep drawing while i cling to you)

#ask a rat #good omens/#also EYES EMOJI IN CLIP STUDIO PAINT.......#im so happy eeheeeee #look procreate is nice and can do things but #clip studio is everything to me #i want everyone to try clip studio

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fatuismooches · 9 months

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so i had this conversation with my friend about dottore and fragile!reader and i just wanna share it to you because like, your account has a lot of fragile!reader and i enjoy them a lot :3 sorry not sorry btw lmao, you're the one who started the fragile!reader agenda and i live for the angst. i had this music in my mind while writing this (just imagine it matches the ending i put lmao). have a good day/night :3

cw: yeah so reader dies lol, pure angst

my friend said "what if dottore knows how to play the piano" and quickly it went to dottore and reader playing duets together. dottore being the pianist and reader being the violinist.

throughout their lives, when dottore isn't too busy or too tired, you would play a duet together, because it's one of your ways to bond. since you were young, you've played the violin. it was your passion, a piece of art you have dedicated yourself to. dottore wanted to be part of that, so he meticulously learned how to play the piano, just for you.

the music you play always resonated deeply in your hearts. sometimes, you'd pick up your violin and play whatever comes to your mind, each note you play with your bow purely improvised, and dottore would stop whatever he was doing and go to his piano. he would tap his foot along with the imaginary tempo you've created, humming along with your tune, before straightening his back and let his fingers dance along the keys.

it was beautiful, majestic. music that has bonded two people so strong and will continue to unite the souls that play the music endlessly with their instruments.

but alas, not all love stories end happily.

your back, shoulders, arms, and fingers have grown weak. the callouses that graced your fingertips, scars that you were so proud of, has long faded, returning to the smooth, and unblemished surface of your skin. you could barely remember how to properly hold your beloved bow, nor lift your violin. the weight was too heavy for you now.

it was only as if it was yesterday when he saw you so lively and happy, smiling so tenderly as you sway your body to the rhythm he has set with his piano. the way you'd oh so passionately move your fingers across the fingerboard, the slight tilt of your head onto the chin rest as you close your eyes to feel the music throughout your mind and soul.

and yet it has been years since you've held your violin. it could only bring you unbearable pain once you lay your eyes on your most prized possession.

he has taken care of your violin in your stead. he waxed the bow, tuned the strings and polished it, keeping it pristine, as if it's owner still adored their beloved instrument.

he could cure you. he most certainly will. he will bring back the joy you once had in life before you were forever trapped in the confines of your room. chained to the bed that you have known almost a huge fraction of your withering life.

he continued to play for you. to let his fingers gloss over the keys of his dearest piano, the play tunes that you once loved so much, to see the sparkle of joy in your eyes. and yet when you smile at him when he finishes a piece he knew was your favorite, he could only see sadness. miserable and gnawing sadness that only worsened whatever godforsaken sickness you had.

he could cure you. he will make a cure, no matter how long it will take. but you're now begging him for a duet. to play together like you once had. normally, dottore would've been delighted seeing the spark of love you had with music light up once more, but all he felt was dread.

it wasn't passion, nor joy, nor love that he could see in your eyes. it was only resignation.

was it a sign? that you were ready to pass on? but he could cure you! he will cure you! you just have to be patient, please. he's begging you to just lay down and let him work. let him make a cure. let him help you- he cannot lose the one thing that has given him life. the one person who has loved him more than the universe ever had...

but you begged him. pleaded him. you cried and pulled on his coat, you caressed and cooed at his skin, you kissed and whispered sweet nothing in his ears. you persuaded him. reassured him. comforted him.

he knew.

you knew.

so he handed you your precious violin. he helped you hold your violin like you used to, to position your fingers on the bow. you lay your head onto the chin rest, and bear the pain of the hard wood against your fragile skin.

dottore walks towards his piano, slow and steady. he didn't want to keep you waiting, it would be rude of him. but he couldn't help it. he was in denial. he wanted to walk outside your room and never return, to smash his piano to just keep him from playing that dreaded duet you wanted to play in hopes that you'd wait for the cure instead of accepting your death so easily.

but he couldn't say no to you. oh, how easy for you, a weak, dying, fragile person, having so much power against il dottore, the 2nd of the fatui harbingers.

and so he sat down, lifted the lid of the keyboard, and hesitantly hovers his fingers on the keys.

your voice, so faint and raspy, but so gentle and warm.

"one, two, three, and-"

you were horrible at the violin. it was a given since you're too weak to even properly hold it, and you haven't had practice since you've gotten sick. the scratching of the hairs against the metallic strings ground your ears, and the notes weren't even in tune with the piece. but you managed to follow through with dottore's rhythm, the tap of his foot at each beat serving as your metronome to keep up, no matter how your music sounded in contrast with his.

his eyes were only focused on his fingers. he dared not to look at you. if he did, he will lose all his control. each hitched breath you had, he could hear. each groan of pain, each silent curse, each hiss, each sob, he could hear them. but he pretended that he didn't. that it was just another simple duet that you've always done together. that perhaps tomorrow, you'll nag him to stop working so hard and play this piece you've been dying to play.

dottore's fingers continued to press on the keys, each note bringing nothing but grief into his heart. he pretended not to hear your gasps, the faint 'i love you's and the shattering, horrifying, sound of your violin falling onto the cold tiled floor. he pretends he doesn't hear it all. only his music, your music.

he could hear your perfect pitch, somewhere deep into his memories, each drag of the bow, up and down the strings, then the playful staccato as you poke your tongue at him.

he played the piece until the very end. he ignored the burning in his eyes. the bile rising up his throat. the trembling of his fingers. the quivering of his bottom lip.

his fingers were slipping (he could hear you playing your violin like you used to), he was messing up. he was pressing the wrong keys, and he was growing frustrated, blinking away the blurriness of his eyes.

(he wishes, he prays, that after this piece, you'd be smiling at him)

then, he slams his hands against the keyboard, a vile, heart-wrenching scream leaving his lips. the piece has turned into a disaster. chaos. despair. he wanted to destroy his piano. he wanted to destroy everything. he wanted to destroy himself.

but you wouldn't want that, won't you?

he straightened his back, fingers back onto the keys where he left off, as he chocked back a sob. he dared not to look at you. not yet, not after he finished the duet like you wanted to.

soft, gentle tunes reverberated throughout your cold, and empty room. full of love, devotion, grief, melancholy, and anguish, but dottore played and played. his music sounding like it once had when you were near his side, playing along his tune.

it was the first ever duet you've played together. a piece that was so dear to his heart. he was grateful that you chose it to be your last.

and just like the piece, it started with the violin, and ended with the piano.

OH MY GOSH NOT YOU DROPPING THIS MASTERPIECE ON ME AND LEAVING?? IM TEARING UP WTF YOU AND YOUR FRIEND ATE😭😭😭

One would think that the Doctor wouldn’t be interested in the arts and such, but it was the opposite, mostly thanks to you. He may be a scientist obsessed with his research, but even someone like him could appreciate a honed talent, especially one by his own lover. Admiring your skill he too took it upon himself to teach himself an instrument, first to understand your grind, and second to be able to match with you. It was amusing at first to see him try to play in sync with your violin, but as time went on, you two sounded absolutely wonderful. Both of you heavily enjoyed it. Especially Dottore. It felt as though he could say things without actually verbally saying things. Many times he failed at expressing himself with words but he felt as if you could understand him this way instead.

But then came your illness. The one that rendered you unable to do many things, made you unable to play your beloved violin again. You fought it at first, refusing to give up your favorite thing, but to no avail. No longer did you have the health or energy to even hold it, much less play it, sending a great blow to your soul. And Dottore realized it immediately. No longer would you smile that one particular smile, one that said much more than words could, one that showed your utmost emotion and happiness. No longer did your eyes hold that certain glint, the one that held such a fondness for your craft, and for him, when you played together. No longer could you saunter over to him after an especially satisfying duet.

At the beginning of your illness, you would hover over him and carefully watch as he took care of your instrument. After all it was hard for you to let go of it and give someone else the responsibility. But as the years went by with only a downward progression in your illness, you succumbed to it and simply let your lover handle it. If you saw it now you’d probably have a break down. And he did. He took care of it just as well as you would have. He would never disappoint you.

But everything would end out fine, Dottore told himself. He shall cure you, and the first thing you would do together is play a duet once again. And then you could take care of your own instrument again like you used to and he could see the lovely smile return to your face. It would end out right in the end, he was the genius doctor after all. That’s what he tells himself, but he finds himself saying that a lot more these days. Because these days are the days when despite him playing the songs you love so much, the pretend smiles are all you can smile and the light does not reach your eyes. You pretend you are okay but he’s not stupid, you are far from okay. The sickness wasn’t the only thing eating you up inside.

And it all boils over one day, when he sees that look in your eye. The one that he wanted to convince himself was just an illusion, that surely you were just playing a prank on him, because no, there’s no way you could feel that way right? Why would you want to give up? He can do it, he can do anything - he can build Gods with no effort and create things beyond the human imagination - just let him continue to work on this. He’ll work until the world ends if he has to, hell even if another war comes and goes, if Teyvat is rebuilt again, just believe in him like you always used to since back then, as his assistant, as his fellow scholar, as his lover, as his one and only.

Zandik feels panic, something that only seems to pop up with you. The first time was when you suddenly collapsed in front of him, and he just found out about the illness. The other times were related to your various health scares as well. And this time… it seems like it would be the last. Because he can’t say no to your request, not while you’re clinging onto him showing the most raw emotion you have in days. He doesn’t want to do it. He doesn’t want to play his final duet with you. But alas, the world had never been kind to him.

When the Doctor has something to do, he gets it done. He doesn't waste time, as he has far more important things to do. But this wasn't the Doctor, or Dottore. This was Zandik. The same Zandik who promised you all those years ago to cure you, who swore one day you would suffer no longer. He’s lived for ages, but for some reason giving you your violin with that defeated expression on your face feels so much longer than a few seconds. It feels like ages when he slowly helps you adjust your violin the right way. It feels like ages as he walks over to take a seat at the piano. It feels like ages when his hands open the lid, and settle over the keys. He debates trying to convince you once again, but deep down he knows there’s nothing he can do. You were the only one who could ever win in an argument against him anyway. Everything was over. The least he could do, was to fulfill your last wish.

You knew you did not sound good. Your posture was all off, it sounded more like a horrible screeching than the lovely tune that you once produced all those years ago, you were panting and aching just at the mere act but you persisted, following your lover’s lead. He didn’t look at you, and you knew why, and you couldn’t help but get choked up too. It was surprising to see how much Zandik was alerted to your pain. He saw pain and inflicted pain on others every day but when it came to you, he hated it. He hated it so much that he knew if he looked at you, he would lose his mind. But he focused on the black and white keys in front of him.

The sound of the music is not enough to block his ears from hearing your apologetic whispers and final words of love, nor your violin falling to the floor with a terrible sound. Zandik keeps going regardless. It’s okay, he thinks, as he plays the lovely sounds you once made from many years ago. You’re still playing right besides him. You’re still going, so he shall as well. Then he realizes that a liquid is staining the keys and messing him up. And then he genuinely can’t remember the last time he cried, if he’s cried at all. He thinks it may have been as a child, shunned and alone. But even though it’s such a foreign thing for him it doesn’t surprise him. Nor does the unpleasant racket from the keys surprise him either.

He wonders if you’ll forgive him for the terrible performance he put on. He wonders if you’ll forgive him for failing you. Forgiveness, he almost laughs cruelly. Forgiveness. Something he never sought or cared about. He nearly destroys the piano with his bare hands but finds a tiny bit of control left in him, one created just for you. You’d want him to continue. And almost unnaturally he returns to his keys with the utmost concentration. For you. The final song. The final duet. The final everything.

Zandik always liked playing music with you for the things he could not express physically or verbally. He wondered if you could understand his final message, too. Even if you weren’t here anymore.

Oh no... the music really ties it all together... crying and screaming man omg 😭 IT JUST KEPT GETTING SADDER AND SADDER THIS IS AMAZING- BRO I DONT EVEN HAVE MUCH TO ADD- THIS HAS TO BE THE BEST ANGST DOTTORE PIECE IVE EVER READ.

I love the way you wrote his emotions here, him trying to hold it back but ultimately failing in the end because you really meant that much to him. You really portrayed how much he loved reader so well! I love that sm. It makes me wonder if he would keep the piano, since it's one of his core memories with you but it also brings him an indescribable amount of pain... Same with your violin. I think he would probably lock them up and never go into the room again because seeing them again would send him into a rage of sadness and anger.

Welp, I went through the five stages of grief with this😭🚶‍♀️Thank you for this absolute meal omg

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #moots: kai <3 #i am not musically inclined at all BUT THIS HAD ME ROCKING BACK AT FORTH JAW DROPPED 😭😭#AND OMG THANK U FOR ENJOYING MY FRAGILE READER STUFF THAT MEANS ALOTTT 🥺🫶#thanks this is all imma think abt for a while... my heart #IM REREADING IT OVER AND OVER AND JUST IMAGINING IT INSIDE MY HEAD 😭😭😭 DOTTORE BB NOOO

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Hi! I hope this isn't too intrusive but I was wondering how old are you and how long have you been painting for? I'm 30 and I took up drawing last year after having done nothing since I was a kid. Even though I'm proud of some of the stuff I've done I'm still tracing and copying a lot and I feel kinda like my progress has been really slow. I'm not sure I'll ever end up being actually good at art 🤷🏻‍♀️ How long did it take before you were like oh I'm actually great at this or was it always an inherent talent you had? Do you have any tips or advice for beginners?

Thanks for sharing your work with us, you're a huge inspiration 💕

hi! not intrusive at all! I'm 36 (god that sounds like a lot when i write it down, i certainly don't feel that age xD) and I've been painting for 7 years now - so i took up painting at the same age you did! i loved to paint and draw as a kid but lost interest along the way (and my art teacher told me I was crap so i just accepted that xD).

i wish i thought i was great at art xD i wish i was actually great at art! xD I'm quite happy with my art rn though and it's the best i can do at the moment but i wanna do better (if I'm able to idk). idk if i had an inherent talent, 7 years ago my art was trash xD evidence attached below:

It took a while before it started looking semi-presentable. i wish i had some proper tips but i always tell people to just keep practicing if they wanna get better. and i mean every day if possible, even if it's just for an hour. I've painted for several hours every day for the past 7 years (these days i paint 5-8 or 12 hours as it's my full-time job).

just keep making art and have fun, the improvement will come on its own I'm sure :')💙

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hey ghostie i was gna get specific for the ask game but I wanna know *all* of it now, the acronyms, the full names, all of em! are they for cyberpunk or other fandoms? no matter how much there is to know, i wanna know! talking about an idea helps a lot, i speak from experience! thanks for the mention, ill get on the wip game soon, too! ❤️

WIP Game Here

Thank you for the ask! I appreciate it :) They are all Cyberpunk 2077 things lol. I’ve largely been a lurker in other fandoms until this one, and this is the first one that finally compelled me to make stuff and that I’ve had the bravery to share. Don’t have many snippets at the moment, all of what I have so far is already out there. Since you asked for all of them though, I shall dish and give you a bit of a peak behind the curtain on how all this got started…

(I’m sorry, this got very rambly.)

And def tag me when you do yours! I will come find you and your wips! 🧡

SIG - So It Goes

(The title is based off the radio song from the game that you can listen to on Morro Rock. Never officially released and credited to the fictional band Fingers and the Outlaws in the game. Officially sung by Ryan Kattner, the front singer of the band Man Man.)

SIG is my current V/River conspiracy theory long fic that I’m working on, and the project is coming up on its two year anniversary. It’s also my first fic. I’m hoping to wrap it up this spring so I can move on to other creative endeavors. There are a lot of art projects, fandom and non-fandom related, that I’ve held off on because of this and I miss those hobbies. I also feel like I’ve been missing out a lot in the writing corner of the fandom too because a lot of new writers have popped up on the scene since I started (back when there was still a monopoly on the tag, but that’s a different story) and everyone else seems to be having fun reading everyone else’s fics, except me… Reading’s complicated for me right now. Writing this had a lot of ups and downs, but overall I’ve loved telling this story, learned a lot, and I’m really proud of it!

I think most people get into fic writing for the ships, the romance, the smut, the processing of internalized trauma, a more satisfactory ending, weird niche interests… And don’t get me wrong there’s a lot of appeal with all that, and definitely those aspects in my own work. But this whole thing got started because of conspiracy theories. I fucking love mysteries and puzzles, so after playing the sun ending and then I spotting Mr. Blue Eyes on the balcony during the conclusion of Dream On, I just about lost my damn mind. I went down the rabbit hole, spent hours reading shards and messages in the game, combed reddit theory posts, and started picking up on all the hints and foreshadowing of something larger looming throughout the game.

I initially didn’t have any answers when I made the decision to start this fic (fuck, high probability I still don’t), it was largely me brainstorming and trying to figure out what kind of story I wanted to write. Seeing if I could even piece things together. But in the process of thinking all that through, I came up with this little theory. I thought it was pretty mind blowing at the time (still think it is) but it’s been my little secret since I got here and I’m very anxious to finally share it.

Most people probably would have just written a theory post and been done with it, but I decided to turn mine into a fan fic lol. Which may or not have been a mistake, we’ll see. This is either gonna be game changing or everyone is going to think it’s dumb and I’m gonna be wearing a dunce cap for the next fifty years.

River Ward. The other half of my reason for writing this fic. I actually wasn’t sure if I liked him at first, it took me a while to warm up to him. But the more I got to know him, the more I started to like him. The more he grew on me. He got hotter over time. Plus, I’ve got a fondness for detective characters and unusual coats, so I should’ve seen it coming.

River’s gotten a lot of flak from this fandom. People claim he’s boring. He’s a cop, so acab. Being unemployed and living in a trailer park with your sister, niece, and nephews isn’t a particularly redeeming quality. I don’t agree with most of those statements, but I do agree with the folks who do appreciate his character, that in terms of development, he absolutely got shafted in the game. This fic is also an attempt to rectify that.

For as underdeveloped as his story arc was, there’s a lot of nuance to his character that I think gets glossed over by the game and most people. We didn’t get much, but out of what we did get, it’s been interesting trying to piece a story together that’s in line with what we got. And I did mention earlier that I like puzzles.

I’ve noticed that a lot of folks tend to lean very hard into the cop aspect of his character, but as far as I’m concerned, River Ward doesn’t give a shit about the law. Conducting an off the record investigation, intimidating a confidential informant, illegally obtaining evidence, breaking into a restricted lab, committing arson for your ex so she can pass a medical exam, conducting another investigation after being suspended; those are not the actions of a man who holds the letter of the law above all else. Those are the actions of man who is determined to get to the bottom of things, and protect people, all while navigating a system that is anything but equitable or fair. They are the actions of a man who is willing to go above and beyond for the people he cares about, even to his own detriment. His own safety. For River Ward, it was never about the law, it’s about justice. And pursuing that sometimes involves breaking the rules.

River is also Pomo. Which is something that was only added in subsequent patches, heavily glossed over in the game, and is only disclosed if you choose to actually romance him. But he’s Indigenous. Native American. And yet he still made a conscious decision to join the NCPD. Given the historical participation by law enforcement and government institutions in North America, and around the world, in the cultural erasure and mass genocide of entire nations, tribes, and communities of people. And given the current state of issues regarding law and judicial enforcement on tribal lands, I think River's character is a rather poignant reflection. Of wanting to good, of wanting the world to be better, but being confined in systems that simply won't allow that. There's a billion other little details I could ramble on about, but his character had the capacity to walk a very fine line of complexities which the game never really did justice to.

Diversity and representation in media are important to me, and I want this fic to reflect that. Being bi-racial, I didn’t get very much of it growing up, so if I can provide representation, even in some small capacity, I think it’s better than nothing. And while I don’t know if I’m achieving that, well, shit if I’m not trying.

I wouldn’t say this story was really meant to be original, but rather to fill in the gaps on the story we got and for me to practice writing. Practice telling a story. CP2077 is a violent game set in a violent world. And I somehow managed to start writing a story that accidentally ended up being a love letter to aikido. (Much to my chagrin. It’s everywhere. In everything. I cannot escape it.) Aikido is a martial art that translates “to the way of peace” or “the path of harmony.” Yet again, another study in dichotomies. How can a martial art, an art form designed to inflict violence, be peaceful? Aikido is as much of a martial art as it is a philosophy. We train to practice and learn that philosophy.

One of the major themes I’m exploring in this fic series is the nature of violence. What it is, the forms it takes, how cyclical it is, that it is a relationship - violence requires your participation. So the question ends up being: how do you break cycles of violence when you live in a world where you are beholden to it? V and River are very much two characters that are caught up in cycles of violence. Will they find peace? I don’t know, but maybe they can find out together.

From The Top

(This one isn’t named after a song. I just decided to start from the beginning.)

From The Top is the VP project I started up last spring where I’ve been taking storyboard style photos of all the main missions. Plus whatever else I feel like. I take all of my photos on PS5 in vanilla photomode and randomly started snapping pictures just because. I did landscape photos, shared a few. Got a bit of nice feedback from people who cared to look and then started branching out. I eventually got to the point where I started a new playthrough for the sole purpose of snapping photos.

Taking VP is very different from writing for me. I don’t have to think about. I don’t agonize about making sure every tiny detail is just right, because for the most part I don’t have very much control It’s candid, intuitive, experimental, it’s straight up play. I simply wait for opportunities to present themselves and capture whatever I think looks or feels interesting to me. It’s easy for me to walk away from it if it doesn’t do well when I post. Unlike my writing, there’s no ego attached to it.

I’m getting to the tail end of this project, I still have a couple of the base game missions to get through, but I’d also like to do Phantom Liberty as well. Not sure what my VP career is going to look like after this, might go into soft retirement. But that’s okay.

NR - Night Running

(Named after Night Running by Cage the Elephant)

Is a sleeper wip that’s currently in the notes, brainstorming, and kitchen drawer phase. It’s part 2 of my Nothing Comes Before Night City series. So It Goes is part 1.

It takes a long time for me to mull over and ruminate on ideas, so this document is largely just a repository for notes and thoughts. Jamming the utensils in the drawer until I’m ready to organize them. I have a very broad idea of what I’d like to happen in this fic, key moments I’d like to hit, but there’s still a lot of refinement that needs to happen, and stories this involved require me outlining. I do already have a running set list of songs to draw from though.

Les Preludes

(Named after Les Preludes by Franz Liszt)

Another sleeper wip, also in the brainstorming phase. These are meant to be one-shots or short stories from the Nothing Comes Before Night City series. Moments I mentioned in the series, but can’t fit into the larger story. Character studies and background lore from V, River, Johnny, Jackie, a couple of OCs and whatever else I can think of.

I will probably start casually working on these after I finish SIG and while I’m outlining NR. I’d like the series to go in chronological order. Should be fun. And I think it’ll be good practice for being more concise. Unlike, this response...

If you stuck around for this TedTalk and made it all the way to the end, thank you! 👻

#wip game #ask away!#tag you're it #cyberpunk 2077 #from the top #fic: so it goes #works in progress #long post #river ward #nothing comes before night city

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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DIO as a father!!

Warnings - none!!

Word Count - 1,163

Notes - ever since i saw @mikibagels art of DIO as a dad, I knew I wanted to write something about it, so here it is!!! I am hoping to make a mini series with this, just like I did for Crocodile, so look out for those! Part 2 is going to be him meeting reader ;). let me know if you wanna be tagged for that!!! <333

DIO yawned, grabbing his morning coffee, barely awake. His hair was a mess and there were already two children grappling onto his leg. Rikiel had kept DIO up all night crying from the pain he was constantly feeling and both of them were exhausted. DIO always felt bad for the poor kid. He was always in some sort of pain and it was hard for him to express what was bothering him since he was still the youngest and learning English seemed to be harder for him than the other boys. Luckily though, Rikiel ended up falling fast asleep in DIO’s arms enough for the both of them to get a good amount of sleep, and now, he was underneath his father, making a hand motion that he wanted up.

DIO scooped him up in his arms and bounced him around, giving him little kisses on the cheek. “You ready to go shopping with daddy today?” He asked in a cutesy tone, squishing Rikiel’s chubby cheek, but making sure to not poke him with his sharp nails.

Rikiel nodded and bounced in DIO’s arms with a giggle.

“Yeah? Is big boy Riki gonna go to the store with daddy?”

Rikiel kept bouncing and giggling, very excited to go to the store with his dad.

“And we get to take your brother Ungie!”

Rikiel made a happy sound and clapped his hands together. “Ungie!”

“Yeah? You wanna go help daddy get the other boys up?”

Rikiel nodded and tried crawling out of DIO’s arms, so he set him down on the ground, where he ran directly to Ungalo and Rikiel’s shared room. He turned to DIO, waiting for him to open the door and DIO looked at Rikiel with a smile. “I love you, Riki.” He whispered, his hand on the knob of the door.

“I wuv you dada.” Rikiel whispered back with a smile, hugging his father’s leg.

Sure, it was hard being a single father, but DIO couldn’t help but admit that it was worth it in every way possible.

When DIO opened Ungalo’s door, Rikiel immediately ran in, tripping over his own foot, and fell. He got up slowly and said a small, “oops”, wiping off his pants and turning to his dad to make sure he was okay.

“You alright buddy?” DIO whispered in a calm tone.

Rikiel just smiled and nodded before jumping into Ungalo’s bed. “Ungie! Ungie wake up!!!”

Ungalo wiped his eyes and pushed Rikiel’s face away.

Rikiel pouted for a second before getting back up on the bed. “Ungie! Wakie!!”

DIO giggled and watched as Ungalo woke up, already giggling with his brother. Goodness four year olds had so much energy.

“You two be nice,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. “And Ungie, get up, daddy’s gonna make some breakfast.”

Ungalo nodded at DIO and got out of bed, showing Rikiel a creation he was proud of.

Immediately, without DIO even having to get them up, he heard both Versace and Giorno get up, giggling with each other. They ran into the kitchen and saw their dad with giant, untamed hair and sweatpants that could fall off at any second.

“Good morning, daddy!” They both said in unison, jumping in their father’s arms.

DIO caught them with ease and squeezed them in his big arms. “Good morning, boys. Are you ready for school today?”

They both smiled and nodded before getting onto explaining what their days would contain and DIO just listened, grinning like an idiot.

He handed them both their breakfast with a kiss onto each of their foreheads. “After you eat, make sure to get dressed, okay? I'll set out what you’re going to wear today on your beds.”

They both nodded, mouths full of pancakes and bacon.

“And slow down when you eat.”

DIO jokingly rolled his eyes before walking to Ungalo’s room, where he was showing Rikiel how to turn a bunch of random Legos into a boat that could float on water.

“Boys,” DIO said with a soft knock on the side of the door. “Breakfast is ready.”

They both jumped up with a smile and ran to the kitchen where DIO heard all of the boys saying a good morning to each other. He hurried to his own room, where he slipped on a lazy, but still tasteful outfit, and brushed out his tangley mane.

He picked out some outfits for Giorno and Versace and packed their bags for the school day. As he walked out of Giorno’s room, he saw the two boys run by giggling, apparently racing to see who could get their outfit on first and who could look best for the day.

“Ungie, Riki,” DIO stuck his head in the kitchen. “Are you two finished yet?”

From the syrup covered smile on Ungalo’s face and the crumbs covering Rikiel’s plate, DIO could definitely tell they were done. He wiped their faces and fingers. “You’re so sticky Ungie! How did you even get this much syrup on you?”

“Versace helped me!”

DIO was trying to hold back an irritated face. “Of course he did.” He just lightly shook his head and finished cleaning him up. “Well, let’s go get dressed so we can take your brothers to school.”

They ran to their shared room and DIO followed, picking out little outfits for them. Ungalo said that he could put it on himself and would ask if he needed any help. Rikiel said he’d do the same, but almost got stuck in the arm hole, thinking that’s where his head went, so naturally, DIO already had to help.

Satisfied by how the boys looked, and watching Ungalo struggle to put on his sneakers, he heard Giorno and Versace yelling for him in the kitchen. DIO gave Ungalo and Rikiel a kiss on the head and told them that if they needed any help to bring what they needed to the kitchen.

When he got to the kitchen, DIO saw Giorno and Versace holding up their lunch boxes, waiting for their dad to pack their lunch. Even though exhausted, he smiled and packed their lunch with ease, even adding silly little notes for the both of them. He handed them their backpacks and lunch pails and made sure everyone was ready.

All four boys lined up at the door, Rikiel still messing with the strap of his shoe. DIO smiled in satisfaction. They were definitely ready for the day, even if tired.

“Anything else you boys need?” DIO asked for the last time, grabbing his keys and slipping on his shoes. They all shook their heads and DIO led them to the car.

When they got to the school to drop off Giorno and Versace, everyone was exchanging hugs and goodbyes. Ungalo and Rikiel even made them sweet little notes for the day.

Even if it was just the five of them and sometimes it was tiring and lonely, DIO knew he had raised some great boys.

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ineffabildaddy · 3 months

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6, 8, and 21 for the soft asks <3

omg hiii hehehe

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

oh god okay, physical: my tattoos are sick, my beard's coming along nicely, and ermmm i'm stacked in the back lmfao

non-physical: i try to be a friendly person, i'm very organised and clean at work which i'm proud of, anddd i'd like to think i know a good amount about music

8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good

this bit's gna be long so i'll put it under the cut dlfjlkdg

@raining-stars-somewhere-else he's an inactive king atm but he's my bestie and i love him<3 so so hilarious and observant and talented and kind. he's my dude and he means a lot to me go away

@sad-chaos-goblin i feel like i can be totally insane around you and you'll get on my wavelength immediately, it's amazing dlkkkljgfjkld. also i feel really lucky to be friends with someone so well-rounded and driven and fun, not to mention compassionate<3 i'm really really lucky to have met you and i hope we get to do irl adventures in the nearish future!!! until then we're great friends from afar!!!

@omens-for-ophelia we're just perfectly matched for our headcanons and kinks and shit and i absolutely love it. u get me, i get u, we get each other on this front and on many others!!! ur an extremely nurturing person too. i also love having u around bc ur full of fun facts and passion and energy, and of course ur art is absolutely incredible, i'm scratching at the walls just thinking about it dklkjldfgjkl. can't wait to create more absolutely feral works of crowley and aziraphale [redacted] in various ways hahahhkshjdf. and also hopefully have some london hangouts soon<3

@queer-reader-07 of course i've gotta mention ya because you're one of my fave blogs! i feel so warm and welcome reading all your posts and tags because you're a very lovely individual, and you've also got so many valuable things to say and i really look forward to seeing your takes on everything<3 also as i said before ur a very funny person and i enjoy that heh. i always get so excited when u pop up in my notifs i'm like little old me????

@foolishlovers bestie your writing makes me so happy but chatting and things makes me even happier<3 you're a really enthusiastic friend to have and you've got so many wonderful qualities that i just wanna share the love as much as possible hehe. i'm very glad we're doing shhh it's a secret together and that we've become close in general uwu

@crowleyslvt ur a little lad who's always got something hilarious and insightful to say about literally anything i come to u with, whether it's fkn silly memes or an existential crisis lol. you have such a unique way of looking at the world and i really enjoy it. also having a giggle with u is always top tier and on top of that ur a very supportive king<3 and of course u writing's delish at all times in any context

@voluptatiscausa i can literally tell you my most redacted thoughts and you'll be like yeah this is just another day at the office dkffjddgl. you're a silly and goofy guy (gn) who's simultaneously very easy to open up to which is always a comfort<3 the fact that we both like mitchell and webb makes us collectively Not Like Other Girls and we need to capitalise on that more tbh. also i greatly enjoy ur writing ofc

@bowtiepastabitch you're jokes. also we're very different and yet somehow the same brand of fucked up which i love<3 the lore could not be more disparate but the vibes could not be more immaculate. pls continue to be my friend smh

some more legends i love @crowleyholmes @fearandhatred @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @celestialcrowley @sabotage-on-mercury @quoththemaiden @ineffable-rohese @crawley-fell

21. if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

probably this - one day you're going to start sticking up for yourself, i promise<3

#not good omens #asks #ineffabildaddy

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whumpy-wyrms · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

here’s some wholesome Dew art because he deserves to be happy :3 (also his sweater is supposed to look like colorful firework explosions)

now here i go getting all sentimental under the read more…

first off, thanks @mottinthemainpot and @toyybox for requesting New Years art because i wouldn’t have drawn this otherwise!! it was fun and i love how colorful it turned out :D

also here’s the version without the background

anyway, i have to say that making this blog was one of the biggest highlights of my year. i did so many things that i thought i’d never do! like show my writing to people, post oc stuff… make actual friends. seriously, just creating something that makes other people happy is what i’ve always wanted to do, and i did it! writing and drawing are my favorite hobbies and i’m so so happy that i’m making other people happy by doing what i love more than anything.

i know TLLR may not matter all that much to other people, but it had a huge impact on my life. it caused me to start sharing my stories instead of keeping them in my head, it caused me to come out of my shell and actually talk to people online, and make so many amazing friends that i never would have met otherwise. it made it easier for me to be myself and interact with people, instead of hiding or being too shy like i’ve been doing my whole life. i used to be soo scared of talking to people online, because i thought nobody would like me or i’d be too awkward. but all of your amazing support made me able to do that, made me able to express myself and find a friend group that i can relate to and who likes me for me. that’s something i’ve always wanted, so thank you all!!

ever since i was 12, it was my dream to make something- a series and characters- that inspired others and made people happy (aka the same impact that Gravity Falls had on me). i know TLLR isn’t much, and it’s not super popular or anything, but i’m so unbelievably happy that i created something that makes people excited to read and think about and make art for. i’m so happy i created something that inspires people and makes people happy (even just a little bit). that is honestly all i’ve ever wanted and it makes me excited for all the amazing things i’ll do in the future.

to all of you invested in my silly little story, THANK YOU!!!! without any of your support or kind messages or reactions or art, i literally wouldn’t have made it this far. i remember the first ask i ever got (you know who you are :)) and i just wanna talk about how that affected me. because holy shit, back then, that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said about something i made. i can’t even describe how happy i was when i first read it, like it literally made my entire month. it made me realize that i’m capable of making something that makes people happy. and to everyone who has ever left nice messages about my series, thank you so much again!! because wow, it’s just so surreal that people like my creations. thank you

this is super rambly and completely unplanned, but yeah i just wanted to say thanks for the amazing past few months. i’m so happy i joined this community, everyone here is so nice and it’s led me to make amazing things. even if you don’t read TLLR (i recommend it ehehehe /nf), thanks for following me and supporting me with my art. drawing all those tllr drawings definitely made me improve a lot (this year was also a huge year for my art in general. i’m so proud of myself for how much i’ve improved with my art).

ALSO WRITING!!! my writing has definitely improved thanks to tllr. before this, i just wrote for fun about my other ocs and never showed ANYONE. it wasn’t in chronological order and i didn’t care much for mistakes or perfect grammar or anything. don’t get me wrong, i love the other stuff i wrote for myself, but tllr is by far the best in my opinion. it challenged me to write something not only for myself, but something other people would read. it put me out of my comfort zone at first, when i posted the first chapter. my writing has improved so much because of that and i’m so fucking excited for what i’ll be able to accomplish in the future.

oh yeah! thanks to the whump community for inspiring me to post my stuff in the first place! tllr specifically is something very important and personal to me, but something that i’m able to share with other people so easily. tllr isn’t just mine anymore, it’s everyone’s who’s ever read it (don’t take that too literally)

anyway, i know i’m forgetting something but yeah i just wanted to say thanks!! you are all so amazing! i’m not gonna tag all of the friends i made but you all know who you are, thank you!!! 2023 was amazing for me and i’m so excited for what 2024 will bring (besides me literally graduating high school this year)! big things are coming up with tllr too, new characters, twists and turns, crazy stuff. i’m so fucking excited

OH YEAH! i usually don’t make new year’s resolutions but this year i definitely want to draw more of my friends/mutuals’ characters. all of you are so creative and drawing art for other people is something i realized i love to do!!

i don’t know how to end this, it got longer than i planned loll. thank you all for the amazing year!! thanks for all the support!! :DDD

#:D #my art #dew oc #tllr art #the last lab rat

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spumonibones · 7 months

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ZhongChi No One Asked For

Collected from my Twitter. An assortment of ideas or headcanons that literally no one asked for and once you read them no, no returns accepted.

Tangents separated by: *********

If Zhongli went to Ningguang for advice on writing love letters, she'd show him the ones Beidou wrote her. They're vulgar & cheesy, clearly the sort of thing that'll dissuade a Fatui & nothing will come of it. Instead, Childe who's humor is a mix of a serial unaliver & immature teenager, laughs so hard he cries at the dirty limericks. Beidou is very proud of Zhongli, & Xiao just wants to know why Zhongli never asked the Anemo Gremlin (Venti). "Roses are red, Violets are blue, Your face is cute, And your booty is, too." This was the epitome of Zhongli's efforts. Beidou and Childe both agree, truly, romance isn't dead.

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Separately Zhongli and Childe are 100% competent, but whenever they're together they share a single brain cell.

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I like to think that the Zhongli/Tartaglia ship is both Zhongli & Childe discovering they're both demi & both are unable to compute. Like Zhongli just going to Ganyu, who has no idea he's Morax & he forgot because Childe has their single brain cell that day, & he's just like -

Z: Hey I wanna get down & dirty with an adorable killing machine & I've never felt this urge before what do? G: ...what. Z: .......I want to fu- G: Look I must advise you to not get intimate with a killing machine for liability purposes, now please leave.

(This was before I was made aware that yes, Ganyu do know.)

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On Childe and Zhongli's first date, things start normal enough. It's when afterwards, when Childe is leading Zhongli down an alleyway quietly as he can that the date stops abiding by, "normal."

Childe's eyes glow in the night & his smile is devious. Zhongli watches him paint a very poor rendition of a d*ck on the wall. Z: What are you doing? C: Art. Your turn! Thus, that night, many d*cks were painted upon Liyue's walls. Childe would often marvel at the detail Zhongli put into his. By morning, the two had parted, & Zhongli lay in his bed. It wasn't until the first scream of the Millelith that he could rest, relaxing knowing Liyue's people were still protected & that Childe was probably laughing. It was a good date.

#Genshin Impact #Zhongli #Tartaglia #ZhongChi #TartaLi #heacanons #not actual canon #these all live rent free in my head #sorry if they now live in yours #but also you are very welcome #Spooms Genshin HC

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blindmagdalena · 7 months

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today is the one year anniversary of my first foray into writing Homelander, and i can pretty confidently say that when i posted that fic, i did NOT expect to still be here a full year later! and i wanna say thank you to all of you for making this such a good fandom experience. i love running this blog.

i've made so many friends and have had such a genuinely good time with all of you. thank you all for sharing your prompts, your headcanons, your thoughts, your comments, your art and your love. i'm super proud to be part of this community.

here's to another wonderful year to come! 🖤

#i really didn't ever think i'd be back in a fandom sphere again #but everyone has continued to be so incredibly warm and supportive #i'm not gonna cry but i WANT TO! because i'm grateful and i love u all very much #i haven't written like this in years and my GOD i needed it

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turvi · 1 year

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Hello its me again😄 and Really loved your Work with Severus Snape And I hope you can Make me one again

For my request can You please write a one shot to young Severus snape and to his slytherin girlfriend who nearly kills the marauders because she was an Assassin before and she got put of control when she see that severus has so many bruised into its face

Like after she beat them up Lily will shows up and attack the Reader so she fought back and broke some of her bones and after that severus will call her a monster which she really hated the most and she was like broke up with him and Severus immediately regretted what he just said so he will go after her and apologise to her.. Can You make is so Angst and Super in The End.. Thank you Keep up the Good Work(^o^)💙

Art credit - @reiketsunomizunomegami

Severus Snape x fem!Reader

"Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth" your mentor Mr. Williams instructed you.

You did as he asked it calmed your nerves. He has been teaching you to fight ever since you were a little kid. You don't know who your parents are but you have known Mr. Williams as your teacher and father.

You opened your eyes to see Mr. Williams looking at you with pride. He extended his hand to help you get up. You accepted his help with a bright smile and got up and dusted your pants.

"Let's walk and talk shall we?" he asked his proud smile still intact as we walked around the courtyard.

"How is your school?" He has been ecstatic about your education as he got to know you are a witch and got an offer letter from Hogwarts when you turned 11.

"It's good I made new friends, they are really.... interesting" you blushed remembering the time you met Severus.

"Which house were you in?"

"Slytherin," you said pride filling your chest.

"Hmm, you look like a Slytherin," he said "So any special friends I need to scare off?"

"No.... not yet"

He stopped walking and looked at me with a stern face " So you really love them?"

You couldn't help the smile that spread on your face. That's how your relationship was. He could read you like an open book where you could just try.

"I can burn the world for him"

He recognized the fire in your eyes and the passion in your voice. He might not be related to you but he could somehow see himself in you.

"His name?"

"Severus Tobias Snape" your heart fluttered. You are only human.

He nodded his head and chuckled lightly "I hope he shares the same passion because here you are ready to burn your world for him and he may not even want to look your way."

You nodded your head in understanding "I understand Mr. Williams"

"Get ready in 10 mins or you will miss your train and your lover." he said with his signature smirk

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Severus sat in his compartment waiting for you, looking out the window and searching for you.

"Looking for my girlfriend are you Snivellus?" James Potter and his gang welcomed themselves into his compartment.

"Uh-no I was-

"Uh- ah oh, stop mumbling you greasy git" Sirius interrupted him.

James and Sirius started ganging up on him.

"Wanna see a magic trick Snivellus?" James said waving his wand.

Before Severus could even move a muscle James cast Immobulus on him. James and Sirius laughed at him.

"Lily come here love, see how pathetic he looks" James called out to Lily.

She came running to the compartment they were in to see James and Sirius standing beside a very stiff Severus.

"Lily I'll make him pay for calling you a mudblood"

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You didn't see Severus the whole day and you were worried. You didn't usually like jumping to a conclusion but James threatened that he would harm Severus.

As you looked through the corridors of Hogwarts you found Severus sitting under a tree and reading a book, his eyes puffy and bruises littered his face.

You ran towards him and fell on your knees. It broke your heart. James did it, he finally did it. You almost couldn't recognize Severus.

"Severus" you tried hard not to sound broken but failed.

"Leave me Y/n"

Tears finally left your e/c eyes for a person who promised to always show strength and power here you were on your knees in tears looking at the defeated look on your lover's face.

"Please Severus let me help you"

"Leave me alone you monster"

You winced. There was that word you hated the most. Growing up people called you a freak, or monster just because you looked different. Severus knew how much you hated yourself because of that word and for him to call you that just because you were trying to help was crossing lines.

You stood up wiping your tears "I love you Severus and always will, but this is too much, as much as I care about you I don't want to be with you anymore."

As you were returning towards the corridors you could hear Severus sobbing and it took away your whole spirit to not run back to him and hold him.

Right now you had to take care of something very important.

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Severus was going to the hospital wing for another dose of healing potions for his wounds although right now he needed you more than ever.

He realized he was wrong, it was going to take a lot of work to get you back but he was willing to take all the effort since he was the one who broke your heart.

As he entered the hospital wing he noticed familiar faces on the hospital beds. James, Sirius, and Lily lay on the bed with their fractured limbs.

Madam Pomfrey noticed him standing by the entrance. She walked towards him with a somber look.

"They say Y/n did this to them, she will have to report to Dumbledore for this kind of behavior, I understand Severus she was angry that they had hurt you but that didn't give her a reason to get violent with them."

Severus looked at her as if she offended him, his eyes were bloodshot tears dripping down his cheeks "Oh, what would you suggest she would have done, complain to the professors? Just tell me honestly Madam how exactly would that have gone."

Madam Pomfrey knew how many times before Severus went to complain to the professors and how terribly it always went as she was there to mend the fresh wounds on him. She looked down at the floorboards

Giving the group a last look he left the hospital wing with his heart more broken than before. He searched the corridors finding himself in the similar position you were two days ago.

He looked everywhere but couldn't find you. This could mean only one thing. He quickly left Hogwarts to find you.

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He took a deep breath and opened the wooden. There you were sitting in the garden that you and Mr. Williams built. You showed this place to him just a month ago. It was one of those days where he was bullied by James and the gang day by day they were getting aggressive with him.

You told him how you would always come here when it got too much. How James bullied him sometimes reminded you of the times you got bullied on. How boys would disgust with the idea of being seen with you let alone dating you. Which led to them calling you a monster. You told him here how Mr. Williams taught you to fight back but also taught you patience.

You told him here how much you love his eyes, his wit, his rare smile, but most importantly you loved him just because he was Severus Snape the only fact he was bullied upon.

He looked around the garden to find the flowers you both had planted the next day so that he could feel as included as you did. It was not the variety of beautiful flowers that made this garden special for him though, it was you.

Ever since you came into his life he does not feel like a changed man but he feels like for you he could be a better man.

He closed the distance between you two and sat down beside you quietly. Both of you didn't speak for a few moments until he broke the silence.

"I have no words to explain how sorry I am but let me explain how much you mean to me"

He shifted in his seat slightly to look at you, and he took your hands in his cold ones.

"I have loved you in a way I never thought I could not only you made me believe in love but made me believe that I could love Y/n"

You finally looked into his onyx eyes that you always found beautiful. but you were still hurt by his words. and took away your hand.

"I know what I said hurt you deeply Y/n please give me a last chance"

You nodded your head "Ok, but last chance"

He smiled and kissed your cheek "Promise"

@reiketsunomizunomegami I hope you like this. Thank you for the request

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