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bluishfrog · 9 days

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HAPPY 1-YEAR OF DRAWING ANNIVERSARY TO ME!

(Warning: slightly longer post incoming cause sometimes I gotta be a sentimental bitch ok? So let's go on a little trip down memory lane.)

This day, a year ago, I made my very first fanart. It was dnf (if that surprises you, then welcome to being on my blog for the very first time). I drew a little frog face too so I could use it as a watermark (fun fact: I still use that very same first one).

I immediately put my drawing up on twt because I told myself that I wasn't gonna be afraid of having people see that I was at the very beginning of this journey and had no clue what I was doing. That instead of being bad at art, I was gonna be awesome at being a beginner who doesn't know shit.

I started with little doodles and silly comics and then I laughed way too long when the first drawing of mine that gained some attention was a dnf butt joke. At the time I was trying to balance shipping and non-shipping art so I didn't even draw dnf that much but in hindsight it's probably the only possible way this could have gone.

At the very end of August I woke up to @honelle56 caps-locking at me in my messages - I was very confused and tired (I am no morning person and I will never be, fuck off with your mornings) because Dranart liked my drawing of singing Dream. Dranart was my 17th follower on twt which is a useless yet extremely funny fact about my time on that hellsite.

I also drew human!patches because a) patches was and will always be my favorite dteam member and b) it was a really cute trend and while I do love drawing dream, george and sapnap, I was also quite happy to try drawing anything but a white man for once. And I really liked how the drawing turned out.

Much, much later, I tried to draw my first slightly more realistic looking drawing. I was extremely confused on how to draw anything like this. Especially their hair gave me tons of trouble but given my experience, I think it's not a bad attempt.

When hijacked smp started I obviously wanted to participate, and I drew c!blu who doesn't associate with any side in particular but instead serves soup to everyone who visits her tavern 'The Soup House'. She also wants to be paid in stories from all around the map.

One of the events I was most excited about was dnf week. I even collaborated with two talented writers and I drew the corresponding art for two fics.

(Fun or not so fun fact: when twt had like three hundred collaborative aneurysms about the situation at that moment, that was when I created this tumblr account. I didn't use it super actively (I guess I needed another situation to fully make the switch) but I at least started the account that now developed quite a bit since then.)

I didn't really draw at all through January and February and I actually kinda thought I would move on from that hobby and fandom (not because of negative feelings, just because I didn't really have the urge to create anything within this fandom) and then situations happened and now I am here; and for some reason that is beyond any logic and my understanding I am now even more insane about dteam.

Wild to me but we are rolling with it now, I guess.

Since I got here, I drew more than ever (I actually think I might have made more drawings in the month since I got here than I made the whole rest of the year). There's just such an active and funny community here that cares about fan works for the sake of creating and not just because a CC might see it.

Unfortunately, Tumblr won't let me add more than 10 images in one post (maybe fortunately for everyone who has this monstrosity of a post on their dash). So if you want to see all the progress I made since I got here, you can look at everything in my art tag. For now, I will close this post with one of the art works from the past month that I like the most:

Can't wait to see what the next year might bring :)

Love, blu

#blu rambles #like a LOT #but if you made it to the end of this post you get a hug <3 #bluishfrog art

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minkkumaz · 10 months

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can get myself off ur acc 🫣

but any woonhak boyfie thoughts, like he can't stop kissing u, bros literally so in love 🤕

YOUR LIPS, MY LIPS

he lay gently on top of you as his kiss pressed against your puffy lips. it was an action that he quite literally couldn't stop, he was just so in love.

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 0.5k TAGS adults dni. established relationship. fluff. lots and lots and lots and lots of kissing. OMI NOTE anonn! you're always welcome to stay on my account i have a very wide variety wink wink. i hope u like this!

there was a point where your lips became puffy and swollen, your eyes half lidded as the heat between the two of you broke apart. woonhak stared at your tired expression, wiping a strand of hair out of your face to see you better.

he lay carefully above your body, wrapping his arms around you to encase your figure in a fuzzy warmth. you were trapped below him, but you never wanted him to let you go. the light brown strands of hair tickled your face.

you pursed your bottom lip, wanting more from him already. this sight made him smile, leaving soft pecks on your bruised lips and blushed cheeks.

“you look cute like this baby.” he whispered against your skin, “can’t stop kissing you.”

“woon this is embarassing, what if someone comes in the room? you made me like this.” you whine out, puffing air out of your cheeks.

“i can’t help it i’m just so in love with you. none of the other boys care, it’s my room.” he kissed against your jawline.

the love woonhak had for you grew stronger every single day, and now that he had you he refused to take advantage of that. but sometimes he couldn’t help himself. your pretty features drew him in, as if sculpted by angels themselves. so extremely effortless and he doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful

it was the small things about you, making him grow comfort in the person you were. the sincerity of your words, and the jokes that would sneak their way in your vocabulary after hanging out with someone for a little too long. when you’d playfully punch his arm after jaehyun made him use a stupid pick up line on you.

nobody was quite perfect, yet to him you were shaped with so much love and structure that he could hardly believe that. if he could give you a kiss for every single thing he admired about you, your body would feel numb from the constant touch of his lips.

“you’re so corny kim woonhak.” you kiss his forehead, giving him the same treatment he’s given you.

“but you love how corny i am, kim y/n.”

“oh so we’re married now? when did i become kim y/n?” you grin at him cheekily.

“the second you said yes to being my girlfriend.” he took your hand, lifting up your finger ever so slightly to drag and imaginary ring down it, “see? now it’s official official.”

“imagine i break up with you tomorrow.”

“baby! if you did that i’d probably fall off the face of the earth and listen to jaehyuns unreleased songs from when he had his first breakup.” he fakes a sad face before kissing your lips again.

“okay but then you guys could drop a banger breakup album, and i’ll just get back with you again afterwards.” you suggest, placing the pad of your finger on your chin to make it look like you’re thinking.

“just shut up and kiss me pretty face.” you leaned into him, letting the curve fit against you like a puzzle piece. there were only so many words to describe how it felt to kiss woonhak. but the both of you knew that everything about it felt right. just two kids in love.

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yyawnjun · 1 month

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LOVE GUIDE (SAY YES) chap12

yunjin and chaewon were waiting for you to speak, as you sat outside the bathroom door in complete silence. you could even hear your breathing and your heart beating so fast?

on that night, you finally admitted to yourself, and to your best friends that kwon soonyoung was more than just a project partner…

indeed, during the time you spent with him, you noticed that your heart might have skipped a few beats (let's not forget that he fainted after receiving your gifts) and that every time you told him something, he made an extreme effort not to stare mesmerized at your moving lips.

also you could always feel your real happiness when you texted each other at night, and when you couldn't stop laughing together.

your conversations were at ease, and in that short time, you discovered numerous similarities between you two - you understood that he had no idea what "baroque" was; you were similar in many ways, not all.

again, it was during that night that you admitted to your friends that you had let him pretend to be an expert in that art movement just so that you could observe him trying to pronounce the correct name, and show his "deep knowledge" in the days to follow.

you also planned to show your gratitude to him in an indirect way. you were ready to suggest that he also use the concept of animals, keeping in a sketch the tiger's striatum as the main theme (when you had first met, the third thing after his name and a failed pick-up line had been that he loved tigers).

his ability to make you smile and blush had touched your heart, which you had worked so hard to keep safe for fear of the awful consequences. you were afraid that opening yourself to love would end up in a lonely frigid cold; nevertheless, he was able to make you feel a comfortable warmth that seemed endless.

"is this "falling in love"? am I now ready and willing to change myself to be loved? to let the old me die to be reborn and achieve the completeness given by love? should I then take this step, trusting the only way to fully live is to love?"

you had spoken those words all in one breath. so fast that your friends were still looking confused in the first few minutes, they were still trying to understand exactly what you had said.

"All right! I'm thankful you said it out loud girl… you seem to be questioning your existence. However, I can tell you based on my little experience that yes, this is this love," yunjin said.

"that's where you overthink must come from." chaewon added.

they both appeared calm, and such a reassuring smile - you could sense the unconditional love in their gaze.

"anyway…it is not that serious, right?" you uttered, a little afraid of ruining the moment.

you three started laughing and nodding, and rather, the tension in the room dissipated. your anxiety at openly declaring that you liked Hoshi faded, and instead, it was finally starting to give you that satisfying rush of nervousness. the faint thrill you get in the early stages of a crush, when your hopes are as high as the mountains and the sun, a metaphor for love, gets to embrace you close.

"I like him. I like Hoshi."

you instantly chuckled as the girls drew near to you, and hugged you while wearing mock-surprised expressions; many of your worries from the previous few weeks also suddenly disappeared.

it was already late at night, and you were too tired to even consider the possible consequences of a relationship between you and your crush. before the final project, you would have spent many days together, so there was plenty of time for everything to work out, right?

chap11 // chap13 ; m.list

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summary: It is clear to everyone that Kwon Soon-young has a huge crush on the model student Yn. But can Hoshi, a passionate and funny stylist make her fall in love in just a month? What if he followed a weird LOVE GUIDE, that he found in the school bathroom?

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a.n. HII after a rlly long break i am back!! hope y'all missed a bit this funny smau, and i hope you will like this chapter. we are slowly reaching the end, but i promise there's still a funny plot twist who's waiting for our protagonists,, (text + 0.6k wc)

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sarasarami10 · 1 year

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Avatar boys ( Neteyam) x exhausted introvert reader SFW

(I think I’ve seen this concept before but still wanted to do it my way)

(Basing this on my own experience as an introvert btw)

Warning: not a lot except maybe anxious Neteyam and a lot of fluff.

Reader has had their consciences transferred so that why they possess human stuff (idk how they would survive as introvert whitout a good depressing song and a comfy hoody)

(Takes places at the metkayna village)

Word count :900

*=actions

[my owns thought and feelings]

Author’s note: wrote this in my notes at 11pm so sorry if there are many errors.

ENJOY!

Neteyam :

- You had been extremely social all week but for the past 3 days you couldn’t bare to see anyone, not even your boyfriend neteyam.

- Of course you would get out of your room to eat with your family and other stuff but you praticaly didn’t leave your bed, either listening to sad/calm music or watching your favorite old human tv shows on you tablet. ( just relaxing really)

- The first day he didn’t really mind it. He had asked one of your sibling about you and they just said you were tired and resting at home.

- He didn’t really thought anything of it, it was true you really look exhausted the day before.

- But by the third day he started to become anxious. Your siblings didn’t have any new news of you, and honestly he didn’t understood how someone perfectly healthy could just sleep for 3 whole days.

- At this point he thought this was only an excuse to not see him which kinda made him sad, had he done something wrong or did you just suddenly stopped liking him.

- By the end of the day he decided that he had had enough and when straight to your Maori after finishing his daily tasks.

- Upon arriving at your home he saw your sibling and asked them if he could go see you. Your sibling pointed at you room and left.

- It was the first time he had been inside your room. The first thing he noticed was the many human things you had. Their was a pile of heavy looking clothes on the ground some colourful shiny trinkets hanging from the roof and you, laying there on you mattress, eyes closed, wearing a wierd top with puffy sleeves and a hood over your head (a hoodie yess).

- Seeing you asleep and not wanting to wake you up too brutally, he sat down on the floor next to your mattress and softly patted your arm to wake you up.

- You awoke from your nap and saw neteyam standing over you. You pulled your hood back revelling some weird thing that almost looked as if they were stuck in your ears (neteyam pov)

- « Hello pretty boy. What are you doing here ».

- « Why are you ignoring me…? »

- « Huh? I’m not ignoring you ? »

- « Yess you are. If not why haven’t I see you since three days ago, huh? »

- « Hahaha. I’m not ignoring you… I just didn’t went anywhere »

- « liar. How could someone sleep for three whole days »

- I didn’t just sleep… I made a few jewelry, I drew for a bit I watch my fav movies… but I mostly just slept and listen to music. »

- *genuenly confused* « why? »

- « Idk.. I just didn’t felt like doing much I was just… really tired »

- *not convinced* « haha how can someone be that tired? You didn’t even do anything physically demanding lately. »

- « Well cause I wasn’t tired in that way »

- *lays next to you facing you* « what do you mean? »

- « Well… sometimes… when I spend too much time with other people, especially exited people like children, or your brother and aonung *he smiles* my energy just get drain really fast. So I need to take some time to myself to recharge my batteries. »

- « Oh… now that I think about it… I think it happened to kiri once…. She didn’t left her room for two days. Even my dad started to worry. *You giggle* So ? What do you ueselly do to « recharge your batteries »

- You look at Him smiling and take out one of your earplug to show him.

- « I put these bad boys on and listen to some of my favorite tunes. »

- « What are they?»

- « Earphones. You put them in you ears and music comes out of it, kinda like to thing your dad makes you use to communicate [as you can see I have just remember they have those but anyways]

- He look confused but you were too tired to try to explain to him bluethoot so you just putted it in his ear and pushed to play button.

- A calming song started playing. Even tho neteyam could understand most of the lyrics, he couldn’t really understand their meaning which kinda annoyed him.

- « What are you wearing? »

- « It’s called a hoodie. »

- « Aren’t you too warm with that on? »

- « No not really, it’s more for comfort angways »

- He turned his attention back to the music but after seeing him giving it too much thinking for a while, you putted your hand on his face to shift back his focus on you, softly stroking it with your thumb *gaves you a small smile*.

- You stayed like that, looking at each other just enjoying your company until you noticed him fall asleep.

- You pushed yourself closer to him, his face resting in the crook of your chest softly stroking his hair until you too found sleep.

END for neteyam.

There is a 90% chance that a do a loak version but for aonung and rotxo it will depend how much you guys like this I guess.

#avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar fanfiction #avatar x reader #neteyam #avatar neteyam #avatar james cameron #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam fluff #neteyam sully

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samspinkyring · 7 months

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Affection; a Sam Kiszka x Reader

no content warnings as of yet, but I'll add as we continue! i ask that readers bare with me, as this is my first time using tumblr and quiet honestly my first time posting a solo fic i've written completely by myself!! thank you for anyone stopping by <3

“Oh, i ‘ m looking for affection in all the wrong places . “

September

That was the last time you could honestly remember things being normal. The air had a specific crisp in its breeze, and fall sports were in full force. Sam had dragged you out to the football game, of course for no other reason than to poke fun at the players clad in shoulder pads and stupid knee-high socks. You and Sam’s friendship mostly consisted of being complete cunts whenever you went out into public together. The type of people you’d typically hate when being out in public, but Sam happened to bring out an extremely annoying side of you, and you didn’t help his ungracious sense of public awareness at all.

“Y’know, football is kind of a homoerotic sport once you really think about it.” Sam said, voice raised slightly above the band and fellow students in the student section that were cheering for the team. Both of you had no idea what was going on, and you were relieved you didn’t have to pretend. You were standing shoulder to shoulder with plenty of other students, and it wasn’t the most . . . comfortable experience, but you’re glad you have Sam to distract you.

There’s a soft laugh shared between you and your best friend, his hand coming up to lightly graze your arm to keep his feet steady on the narrow bleacher you two were standing on as he laughs that stupid annoying laugh you’ve learned to love, ”God, do you just say words to say them, Sam?” you tease, eyebrows raising as a silent test to your statement. There was some truth to your words. Sometimes Sam just. . . talked, probably because he wasn’t used to getting words in between his bickering older brothers.

Truthfully, you loved them all. You loved how you could go to Josh about pretty much anything and he would listen – offer some philosophical advice that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Jake had this air about him that screamed confidence and you really admired him, his talent and attitude towards life was something that was infectious to you. Daniel, while not related, kept everyone in check. As tiring and overused as the term “mom friend” is, there's no other way to describe him, and you admired his ability to be the calm and driving force behind each and every one of you. Then there was Sam. . . Sam had all of the qualities of his older brothers and best friend all in one package. Something that drew you towards him like a moth drawn to a flame.

Although you would never tell him how you truly felt out of fear of losing the relationship you had built with not only him, but his family; you couldn’t imagine a life without him – so you kept quiet. If silencing your desire meant you got to keep Sam around, you would.

“Hellooo, Y/N, are you even paying attention?” Sam is waving a hand in your face, bringing you back to the fact everyone was cheering. You shove his hand away and start clapping almost instinctively over whatever play had just happened.

You look at Sam with your eyebrows drawn in, glaring at him playfully, “What? Jealous I'm not giving you all my attention?” You tease, turning your head but not before shooting him a killer side eye

Sam lets out a small ‘pft’, shaking his head and brushing hair from his face,”Oh, whatever. Bite me.” He responds, popping his hip out hard enough to knock you into the girl to your right to which you immediately apologize.

You slap Sam in the chest with the back of your hand, glaring at him once more, “If you wanna be annoying, I’ll just go sit with Josh or Jake. I’m sure they'd be glad to keep me company.” You retort, a stern look on your face. Josh, Jake, and Daniel had shown up to sit and watch their friends in the band and whatnot that had been left behind once they graduated.

Sam’s teasing smile almost faltererd – and you can tell, “Yeah, whatever. You like hanging out with me too much.” He said, rolling his eyes. If only he knew the truth behind his statement.

The game goes on to win in Frankenmuth’s favor, ensuring that every possible place to get food in that town would be filled to the brim. You and Sam find the other three missing from the group to decide where to eat, and once Danny makes the decision for everyone, you pile in two different cars and head to the closest option for food and drinks. You and Sam drive together, of course, the other three in their own car. You sit in Sam’s passenger seat comfortably, it was your spot after all. You occupied it more times than you didn’t, in the morning on the way to school and typically after whenever you and Sam came up with mundane plans for the remainder of the day.

Sam parks next to the boy’s car and you both get out, walking into the restaurant together and bantering, riding the high of the night. You all piled into a booth, Sam comfortably between you and Danny and the twins in the other booth across from you. The waitress came over, a young girl who was very visibly upset that she had missed the game. Still, she reluctantly took your drink orders. You got a Shirley Temple along with Sam (who got his with extra grenadine and an extra maraschino cherry), the other boys getting a lemon water, Coke, and Dr. Pepper respectively. As you guys settle in, small talk ensues.

“So, how long are you guys in town for?” You ask, leaning your elbow on the table and placing your chin in the palm of your hand.

“Don’t know. . .” Jake started, Josh interjecting to finish for him.

“It’s starting to pick up!” He said excitedly, “Y’know, we’re getting gigs further and further out which is awesome, but very unfortunate for Samuel.” He said, mocking a pout towards his younger sibling who simply scoffed in response.

“Well thankfully –” Sam started, pausing to shoot Josh a glare to which the elders reaction of course was to feign innocence ( always one for the theatrics ), “We live in a small town where the staff understands. You know? As long as I get my work done on the road or before sets or whatever – Daniel too!” He said, throwing his best friend into the equation.

Jake let out a small laugh, moving hair out of his face and staring out the window. You knew he was listening, but to anyone else, he probably looked miserable.

“Hopefully . . .” Danny started, getting the conversation back on track, “ hopefully we’re stationary enough for me and Sam to finish school this year. Music is great, but senior year is also extremely important.”

“Music is forever, Daniel! To hell with school. You won’t need it once we’re playing huge, sold out, one night only shows!” Josh said, half joking, using his arms and hands while he talked.

“Oooh, like Madison!! All of the greats have played Madison Square Garden.” Jake said, motioning with his hand in the middle of the table.

“Big goals. Promise you guys won't forget me when you’re famous?” You say, jutting your bottom lip out in an extremely dramatic way.

There was laughter among your table, and for a split second your eyes caught Sam. All you could think about were his dimples and how perfectly they complimented his smile. You draw your eyes away, an almost painful feeling ripping through your chest

“No, but seriously, like, I better be on a guest list somewhere! Or maybe I can come on the road with you guys for a leg! I don’t know, something. You know I’m literally going to die of boredom once you guys leave again.” You say, a somber feeling filling in the creases of atmosphere around the five of you.

“C'mon, Y/N, of course we won’t forget you.” Josh starts, offering an extremely sincere smile.

Jake inhaled through his teeth, a look on his face that only said “I don’t know about that”, jokingly of course.

Suddenly the silverware on the table shook, Sam having kicked Jake underneath the table and shooting him a glare, “Kidding!” Jake exclaimed, rubbing his shin where the tip of Sam’s shoe definitely left a bruise.

“Seriously, you know we’d always be happy to have you tag along with us, Y/N.” Sam said, wrapping a comforting arm around you and pulling you in for a side hug.

Even though you have hair in your face and your shoulder feels like it’s about to dislocate from how hard Sam is hugging you, the only thing you could think about is your closeness. The way you can smell what cologne Sam is wearing, only because you were there when he bought it. You can feel how soft his hair is against your face and god, he’s so warm. You pull yourself out of his gravitational pull before you’re sucked into the inevitable black hole that already consumes you.

You tuck your hair back behind your ear, beaming at the boys,”Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m holding you guys to it! You bet your ass I’m gonna be at every show I can.” You say, a serious look falling on your face. You try to ignore how hot your ears are from the closeness with Sam, hoping nobody else notices.

“We believe you.” Jake said, holding his hands up as if he’d be hurt for not agreeing.

“Good.” You say, raising a fist playfully in Jake’s direction to which Danny intervenes naturally.

The night goes on as usual, you guys share food at the table, talk about stupid high school gossip, what songs are in the process of being written, etc. At the end of the night you split into two groups once more, climbing into your seat in Sam's car so he could take you home.

As you’re buckling up and Sam is starting the car, he begins to speak, “I really do miss you out there, y’know. If I could have it my way, you’d be with us every time.” He says, pulling out of the parking space

Although your heart skips a beat, you speak as if it doesn’t affect you, “Oh, whatever Sammy, don’t flatter me.” You say jokingly, though inside you feel like your heart is about to explode. The anxiety Sam gives you isn’t bad by any means, but it’s definitely hard to ignore the way it feels like every time you speak, butterflies are bound to fly right out of your damn mouth.

“I’m telling the truth!” He says, a hint of offense in his voice.

“I know, just fucking around with you. It means a lot, Sam. I’m like . . basically lost when you’re not here.” You admit, your eyes focused on the road. You’re nervous that if you even look in Sam’s direction you’ll word vomit all over. There’s a knot beginning to tie itself in your throat and suddenly it feels hard to speak.

“Tell me about it. Sometimes before I step on stage I just imagine it’s me and the boys in the garage and it's just you sitting on that dingy little couch. It calms my nerves.” He says, playing his luck with the admittance game.

You let out a fond laugh, your gaze averting to your folded hands in your lap, “You’re funny. .” You say, too caught up in the fact that you can hear your own heartbeat and how hot you suddenly are.

“How?” Sam asks, turning his head towards you.

“Just are. .” You say, meeting his gaze with a smile. He chuckles and turns his head back to the road, making his final turn onto your street. That searing pain is back in your chest once you realize your night is closing in on its end. Sam pulls up to the curb and turns off the ignition.

“I believe this is your stop, miss?” He says, a playful grin on his face.

“Oh, why yes it is.” You retort back, feeding into his playful nature. For a brief moment you two lock eyes and the world almost stops it’s orbit. You can see every glimmer in his eyes and you swear for a second you stop breathing all together.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Sam says, although it’s barely a whisper between the two of you. There’s almost a sense of warning in his voice. The whole atmosphere shifts and suddenly you feel like you’re playing a dangerous game.

You know you are. You clear your throat before attempting to speak, not wanting to embarrass yourself and give away just how nervous the situation made you, “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” You said, letting yourself out of the car.

Before you could get the door shut, Sam leaned forward just enough so you could see him, offering a gentle smile – much more comforting than the tone his voice had dropped to a few moments ago, “Goodnight, Y/n. I’ll text you when I get home, okay?” He said, knowing you would ask him to text you anyway to make sure he got home safe.

You nod and wave before shutting the door, making your way inside the house. Your heart is racing incredibly fast and you take a moment after shutting the front door behind you to process what the fuck just happened. So much for normal. You shake your head and toe off your shoes, kicking them aimlessly by the door. You make your way to your room, going about your night time routine before a ping! from your phone alerts you that Sam had gotten home safe. You sit on your bed and swipe the phone unlocked.

Sammy: hey, made it home :)

You: ok good id have to kill you otherwise

Sammy: wooooahhh.

Sammy: what? jealous im not giving you all of my attention?

A taste of your own medicine from earlier. You roll your eyes at your phone screen.

You: not funny.

Sammy: oh what happened to me being funny ):

Your heart skips a beat

You: i hate you

Sammy: no you dont <3

You’re staring, mouth agape, at your phone. How do you even respond to that? Does he know? There’s a million thoughts racing through your mind.

You: shut up

Sammy: hey, dont be mean

You: im being mean.

Sammy: remember who gives you your rides to school in the morning, y/n

You: whatever samuel

Sammy: ouch, full name?

You: god given.

Sammy: ok, message received. good night. I’ll see you in the morning :)

You: okie

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Letting out a groan, you flop back into your bed once again to process the text conversation that just happened. You put your hands over your face, sighing into them before plugging your phone in and making yourself comfortable in bed. Sam was the last thing you thought of before your thoughts lulled you to sleep.

#greta van fic #greta van fleet #sam kiszka #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka x reader #fanfiction #gvf #sam kiszka fanfiction #greta van fleet fan fiction

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this may be a bit long!

[matchup exchange for: OBEY ME]

✦ prominent personality traits: passionate (inwards, only express when some small thing im actually interested in comes up), levelheaded, contemplative (outwardly), opinionated, honest (heart on my sleeve). realistic but optimistic about it. individualistic. i am an ambivert. sometimes my mouth runs and i trip up over what i was going to say, and i’m blunt. sx/sp, not easily impressed. im a big person on wanting improvement and having ambition (mostly for myself, but i will encourage others). people think im funny so im happy about that :] i am amiable. im the type who’s better at finding solutions rather than comfort, but i certainly try the most i can for others. for bad traits, i have a hard time empathizing with people sometimes, and i’m somewhat pushy.

✦ looks fair skin, mid-length black hair, wispy middle part. i’m pretty lanky, with a beauty mark near the corner of my left eye. light academia type of dress, with hair clips. look more cute-sque.

✦ hobbies/talents: i like to read and write and listen to music and taking walks and drawing. i'm really good at explaining things in a very cohesive manner. my logic is really good, so my persuasion is extremely good too. im very efficient and creative, which i apply to many things in real life. i also have very good intuition.

thank you for this matchup exchange! dont worry, i’ll write lots for your oc too!

It seems tome you've captured the heart of...

The Prince of the Devildom

Diavolo!

On the surface level, he can respect your calm and level-headed nature. Once he gets to know you, he just falls in love with you harder. It's no secret that Diavolo is a good judge of character, and he grows to love and appreciate very facet of you.

One thing Diavolo especially likes about you is your honesty. The way your eyes light up when you speak is a sight he'll never tire of. He loves to listen about your thoughts on the subjects you're passionate about. He doesn't mind you running your tongue and stumbling over your words. In fact, this is a quirk of yours he's grown to find endearing about you. He still likes your articulacy regardless. Your logic is sound and your persuasive skills are a force to behold. You would make for a great ambassador for the Human Realm

He also likes your sense of humour so expect to joke around with him a lot.

As for your goal of self improvement, Diavolo cannot help but admire that. To quote something Leviathan (probably) said: "we stan character development." He may or may not find you to be an inspiration.

As for your bad traits, he'd be more than happy to help you manage those. He can be a bit pushy also, but he does work on that. He did learn to manage this part of himself so he can help you with this also. Empathizing with others might be something you need to work on as well. While Diavolo does appreciate solutions to his problems, he will oftentimes need a shoulder to cry on before he can tackle them.

Diavolo has a huge library full of books for you to read, as well as music records, many of which are cursed. But you are smart enough not to just touch these books or records all willy-nilly.

The Demon Lord's Castle has the best places to take walks, so he'd love to take strolls with you (of course, these walks are not limited to the castle), and Barbatos would prepare tea and snacks for you when you just want to relax

Diavolo also takes interest in your creative hobbies as well. If you ever gift him something you drew/wrote, he would be over the moon

Overall a very healthy and wholesome relationship with a lot of potential for emotional stimulation

#ithseem answers #obey me #obey me matchups #it's been a while since I played this so sorry if this is mid or ooc ;-;#i don't usually do this #not on this blog anyways #maybe i should do more fandoms for my side blog #i'm gonna make a poll for it #obey me diavolo #lord diavolo #diavolo swd #matchups

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otakween · 7 months

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Cyborg 009 BGOOParts Delete (2020) - Volume 3

This manga is clearly meant to be binged and not read extremely slowly like I've been doing, so I'll try to read more at a time to do things properly. I'm still really frustrated that this is such a rehash of tired material. It might be acceptable if this was a reboot, but it's supposed to be more like a sequel/continuation so...

Ch. 15

The monologuing continues! Apollon and Joe talk about their respective squads, what makes them similar and different. Joe emphasizes the fact that the numbers cyborgs resent being made and plan to eradicate all of Black Ghost's cyborgs from the face of the Earth.

Helena asks Francoise to help her stop the fighting, but Francoise says that she can't because she doesn't want to abort the mission. Helena knocks Francoise out and turns into her dark, Artemis form, complete with creepy looking wings jutting out of her cyborg spine. They drew her all sensual this chapter which made me kinda uncomfortable lol.

007, 002, and 006 fight the lesser Mythos cyborgs in the background. They're not given much to do and it's hard to care about their part of the story.

Ch. 16

This chapter was straight up incomprehensible for me. Not only do they shout out some new attack name every two seconds, but half of them aren't even in Japanese or English. Also, a lot of the characters use old timey Japanese. At this point I'm just hear to admire the art.

Artemis' body is now the Dolphin apparently. What is this Arpeggio of Blue Steel??

At least 005 and 008 got some screentime this chapter. Every time 008 does stuff outside of the water I'm like "he's just a dude" lol. The Aquaman conundrum...

Ch. 17

Geronimo's battle wraps up with the Minotaur dude. DAMN that guy was annoying. I think he said "The Dark Labyrinth" about 50 million times. I was so pissed off having to read it over and over lol. Like...shut up already (thankfully, he did).

I really love how Pyunma has been drawn by this artist. He's come a long way. He acknowledged how limited he is outside of the water in this chapter, which I appreciated. Chang comes to his aid.

Ch. 18

Apollon monologues himself to death lol. The dialogue is sooo bad in this manga. They keep repeating the same phrases ad nauseum and it feels cheesy for them to be ranting so much during a battle. Just have them fight in silence and monologue after or something.

In addition to the dialogue being cringey, the action isn't really good either. The Mythos cyborgs keep dying and I keep thinking "wait...how'd they die??" It's not drawn clearly at all. Apollon gets shot up and then set on fire somehow, but they didn't draw Joe doing any of that so I'm like ???

Ch. 19

Okay, Hippo Man making 007 melt was pretty disturbing body horror, I gotta say. 004 then easily takes him out in a pretty boring battle. Hippo man went on and on about his "true name" and they made "kaba/baka" puns. Hey Cyborg 009, aren't comic relief characters supposed to be...funny?

Artemis is pissed at Joe for killing Apollon, but what did she think was gonna happen? This is such a blah retread.

Ch. 20

Lion dude turns into Heracles (which looks like a guy wearing a lion fur and wielding clubs). The cyborgs all gather for their final battle (aside from Artemis probably)

Who was the hairy dude in the beginning? I'm sure I'm just supposed to know who is his but I forgot lol. It's so hard to follow this manga when no one's documented it on the 009 wiki yet boohoo

Joe looked pretty badass showing up at the end there ngl (plus the shippers probably like to see him carrying 002 like that)

Ch. 21

Okay, this last bit was interesting (finally). They talked about how the numbers cyborgs have already defeated Black Ghost and are now just cleaning up their ooparts. Heracles disagrees and says that the Mythos cyborgs ARE Black Ghost because they're following through on their mission.

I had to remind myself what ooparts are. It stands for "Out of Place" parts. It's supposedly an American term, but I've never heard of it. It's related to cryptozoology and refers to anachronistic artifacts. I guess the Mythos cyborgs kinda fit that, but instead of being new stuff in olden times, they're old stuff in modern times? IDK. I wonder if OOParts is a well known concept in Japan or just this mangaka's hobby?

GDI Helen showing up at the last second to resurrect everyone is cheating >:/ now this arc will never end!

I like learning random stuff from manga. Heracles kept bringing up the Nemean lion so I looked it up and basically it's a lion whose fur was impervious to weapons. Never heard of that myth before! With the added context I appreciated Heracles' design more.

The mangaka's fanart sketches at the end were really charming, I liked their little self portrait too (they didn't need to draw 008's OG design though -cringe-)

#cyborg 009 bgooparts delete #cyborg 009 #manga

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orcaissance · 12 days

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15/100 ; silence

a/n: please enjoy. I’ve been extremely tired and I need major comfort from the coolest teacher in the assassin world; Koro Sensei. side note: I know that some people cannot be consoled or soothed this easily. it’s something short and sweet to get my educational gears running so I can finish out the year and to help anyone who may need a little reminder from our favorite killing machine/teacher.

creds: divider by @/cyberbeat and pics from Pinterest.

💛 ‘ Silence w Koro-Sensei.

a comfort fic for students with burnout by abyssicave

It was cold outside, not chilling, but breezy. The wind whispered softly again y/n’s face. They sniffled, and covered their face with the sleeves of their sweater. Their eyes were puffy and red, with a matching nose.

They scanned the environment; fresh blades of grass, an eternal blue sky, a vast assortment of clouds, and the scent of rain. All these things, so beautiful. Yet, y/n must sit in a boring classroom. The thought alone brought tears to y/n’s eyes, which only hurt from the excessive swelling.

“Mm? Y/n? Is that you?”, a familiar voice asked. They looked up to be met with a tall shadow, but as the figure stepped closer, they were met with a black robe, a large yellow crown adorned with a wide smile, minuscule eyes, and a small scholar’s cap. It was Sensei; Koro-Sensei. “Why aren’t you with your friends? It’s lunch time and we have a test later on. Aren’-“, he was cut off by choked crying and muffled whimpers. “Y/n?”

“Oh my ..fucking gosh!! Just for.. for one second! One, can everybody shut the hell up about stupid tests and stupid school?!”, they cried and buried their face into their sleeves, sobbing and dampening the fabric.

The expression on Koro Sensei’s face became a soft blue and his smile was faltering.

“Y/n?! What’s wrong, kid? Did something happen?”, he asked, applying a gentle tentacle on the crying student. He slowly wrapped more around them, before sitting down and rubbing their back with 3 of his ligaments. “Shh.. talk when you’re ready, Y/n. Slow down, you’ll disorient even more if you force it.”

It took some time, but eventually, y/n was a snotty-nosed messed. They rubbed their nose, which cause the red hue to increase.

“Ah.. don’t rub it so harshly. You’ll get a nose bleed.”, he sighed and drew a tissue from his robes. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”, he asked, tapping gently on y/n’s cheeks.

“I-.. I failed the mock exam. And I’m in no position to take this test. I can’t focus while studying, so I hardly studied at all which was so stupid of me, and.. now, im going to be even more miserable because I didn’t eat lunch and I have to walk home today!-“, they started and almost talked themselves into another meltdown. They were stopped by a pressure on their head, and multiple tentacles wrapped around them.

“Y/n.. If you were struggling, why didn’t you say anything?”, he asked. Comedically, he sounded like he wanted to cry as well. Maybe out of guilt for having not noticed one of his pupils under distress.

Y/n shrugged before lower their gaze to their hands. They sighed and clenched their fabric of their pants. “Everyone else seemed capable, so I assumed it was just me and my stupid brain… but when I tried studying, I kept getting distracted by small things.. the temperature, outside noises, anxiety..”, they sighed and unhanded the material. “I’m doing this to myself. I hate the idea of school. The world is so full of phenomena like plants that could kill you and… people who became killing machines like you”

Koro-Sensei listened and lifted his head, looking down at the Y/n.

“Y/n, it’s no issue for me to tutor you, or help you a little more than the other kids. Whatever will help you get through th-“,

“But that’s it. They’ll know that I need extra help. They’ll think I’m stupid.. and Karma is already a bully to some of the other kids. Imagine what he’d do to me.”, they sulked.

“Yes, Karma can be rather insensitive, but you cannot allow the opinion of your peers to hinder you from reaching your full potential. Y/n, you’re not stupid. Everyone learns different things at different paces. You excelled greatly in today’s English lesson. You spoke better English than half the Americans I’ve seen!”

A slight hue of pink lit up on Y/n’s face. That’s the first time they’ve heard anything remotely rewarding since elementary classes. They brought their hands together in their lap, and sighed.

“But I’m still failing other classes. Mathematics, I’m hardly getting by in science, and this geography stuff isn’t sticking!”

“So, you just have to spend a little extra time and there is nothing wrong with that. My whole purpose for being here is to break the stigma that surrounds you all. You’re all incredibly smart in your own field, some is word analysis and some in shooting a gun, oddly enough. Point is, I want you all to help each other and while I am here, I would like to help too. You’re not alone in this, Y/n. You never have been.”, Koro-Sensei expressed as he turned to his normal yellow hue. “I was angry for being turned into this. Despite my crimes, I would’ve much rather faced death. But once I saw that I could leave behind something, something good, with my beautiful name plastered all over it, I took it without hesitation, because I saw potential, and I still see it in everyone, even you.”

Y/n leaned against their teacher and smiled at the kind words, before wrapped their arms around themselves.

“There’s just.. so many other things that flood my mind. I can’t stay in the moment, ever.”, they expressed. “I’m working on math work, but before I know it, I’m folding up my laundry or making dinner or squeezing in a bath.. and my homework still isn’t done plus I remember nothing from the lesson!”

Koro Sensei observed the frantic ramblings of his student. He was glad to know that you still cared, or cared enough to at least want to get it done.

“I just don’t want all this time you’re putting in to go to waste. Nobody’s ever paid that much attention to me. Even in a room of students, you and your.. alien abilities manage to make me feel like I’m the only one in the classroom.”, they sighed and leaned into their teacher.

Koro Sensei’s face turned bright pink and heart appeared in what you could assume to be his cheeks.

“Awww, Y/n! You’re too sweet~ Don’t worry around wasting time. Make the most of this time!”, he said and pulled the human into a comforting hug. “And don’t be afraid to ask me for help. Eventually, you kids will have to kill me and I won’t be here. So, please.. do not guilt yourself. If you really want to make it up, you’ll ensure that you’re the one stopping me from exploding the moon.. Nyeheheh~”, he chuckled.

“Hai, Sensei..”, you sighed and sat there. You had to wonder, how could a criminal that deserves to be dehumanized be so kind to a bunch of underperforming kids? Was he looked down on in childhood? Is that why he killed? Is that why he cares? Because he wants us to be better? Whatever, it didn’t matter because he was there now.

So, Koro Sensei disappeared somewhere to get you a divine lunch. You passed the test ;) and you made the highest score, even higher than Karma. (Karma has to stay after school for an anti-bullying seminar.)

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malevolantkitcheen · 1 month

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halloo!! halloo!! hhiiii!! helloooo xDDD !! HOW R U??? R U DOING OK?? Hopefully u are!!! >_< i apologize in advance if my writing is incoherent, i js got home from uni, im tired asl.. :P u can do sfw w a mix of nsfw ffirst of allll things since i heard ur doing matchups for jjk heres some stuf abt me :DDD im andre, ppl usually call me ray ray though im a guy.. (shocker) i like guys too (shocker) as for what i look like im 5'3 (i know), im somewhat chubby? idk how to describe it, its like ur normal but u have some squish and fat on u ykwim. one thing i like about myself is that ive got an hourglass figure :D I like my curves even if im a guy if that makes sense. im like a semi tan. i grew my hair out, neck length. layered, looks like a.. uh.. an overgrown wolf cut. my bangs look like twilight sparkle's lmao. anyways, i always liked wearing feminine things, sometimes i can be masculine, js sometimes. i put on makeup MOST OF THE TIMEEE. my wardrobe is filled with mini skirts and rhinestone belts and all that cool stuff. i like dressing up ok..

as for my personality im an infp. but to go deeper into it.. i like people, i js dk how to make friends, its so bad that i dont even have online friends.... butttt my 2 friends often describe me as a ray of sunshine :33 probably why they call me ray ray. i care a lot for my friends.. i rarely get mad.. i like everyone!!! js not my parents. i have daddy and mommy issues (shocker). i like yapping too, i talk a lotttt about my interests. IM A HUGE NERD WHEN IT COMES TO WHAT I LIKE. i can talk about it for hours and hours without my mouth feelin dry. i like music too. i listen to brutal death metal, and vocaloid >_< thats all really... hav a greatttt dayyyyyy!!!!!!

Good afternoon lovely, I hope you’re doing good! I’m doing okay :3 (also, great music taste 🙏)

For Jujutsu-Kaisen, I match you with….

Kento Nanami

- Nanami first noticed you at a passing glance, whilst you were sat having coffee with your friends. You were deep in conversation and were very visibly extremely interested in what you were talking about. He didn’t really recognise you so he just assumed that you had just moved into the city; he was pretty good at recognising and observing people. There was just something about you that intrigued him, something that drew him in. Of course he couldn’t just stray away from his routine due to him working but he planned on coming back the next day, in hopes that you would be there again. He was desperate even just to share a glance with you. Anything would suffice.

- The next morning on the way into the city, Nanami ensured that he passed that same coffee shop, and as hoped, there you were, once again conversing with your friends, the sun beaming down onto you. It highlighted every detail, every angle, every crease from your smile on your face. Nanami couldn’t help but stare, blushing as he did so. Only this time, you could feel someones eyes on you, causing you to turn to meet his eyes. You gave him a sweet smile, causing him to quickly turn away and carry on with his walk. You couldn’t help but think about this all day; who was he and why hadn’t you seen him before?

- This exchange continued to happen for the next couple of days until he finally mustered the courage to actually come and speak to you. You were in the queue, about to pay for you drink when you turned to see Nanami stood beside you: “We’ll also take a small black coffee with that”. Before you can even utter another word he had already paid. Of course you thanked him but you were a little set back by the whole situation as you weren’t expecting it. You weren’t complaining that you finally got to be around him, you just didn’t think that you would actually see the day.

- Nanami couldn’t help but glance from your eyes to your lips as the two of you spoke, his mind continuously wandering. You noticed it of course, never failing to fluster each and every time, just hoping that it would become more than just a glance, causing you to stutter every time you opened your mouth. “Something wrong hm?” , he says smiling to himself.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fanfic #jjk matchups #matchups #commission #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami

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redd-byrd · 9 months

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Here’s just some random content of my main OC’s evolution from my elementary/early middle school days to now :p (Close-ups under the cut)

I made this as kind of a timeline of both her and my own changes throughout the years, since she is very much a part of me as a person, and also I project onto her a lot

First version was from when I was obsessed with MCYTs (the older ones, think Deadlox and Stampy) and I made an OC based off an idealized version of myself and the Ender Dragon,,, it was my first “overpowered” character but looking back she wasn’t that strong compared to some of my current characters lmao

Second was from the weird Eddsworld phase I went through during my later middle school and early high school years, before I was diagnosed as autistic so it was my only outlet during a very rough time, which resulted in an extremely unhealthy outlook on life and I projected that onto the self-insert I made, which was a weird crazed “yandere” bitch that I REALLY don’t like anymore. It was kind of a new version of the first tho it doesn’t look like it, cuz she could still turn into a dragon askjchdhsjsfgd and YES she WAS shipped with Tord it was THAT BAD

I moved on from EW around 2016 or 2017 but still kept the same design til I changed it to what she is now in 2018. Also believe it or not, the design I drew here is very very toned down compared to the actual design I had back then adffsshgrh T-T

Last is my current babe Melissa, I love her <3 unofficial mother of 5 that she grabbed off the street and she’s married to her trophy husband. I’ll make a separate post about all of them,,,,, eventually if I remember

She was originally based off a Red Hawk but I got tired of all the details so now it’s just some reddish-brown bird, tho I still keep the hawk influence in her personality and instincts

Ignore the anatomy issues btw, I drew this like a year ago

#my ocs #oc art #oc #oc artwork #oc stuff #original character #my oc art #personal art #old art #old design #redesigns #my art

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sydneykayesart · 10 months

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This was another late night digital creation.

I sometimes have nocturnal panic attacks and sleep paralysis. Not very often anymore, thank goodness. Still, they happen from time to time. It had been about a year between incidents when I made this. I felt an odd shame I couldn’t quite place.

When I have more extreme symptoms like this I wonder if people can see it in my body and on my face, how tired and terrified I am. I catch myself wishing I could just find someway to physically prove how godawful it can feel to feel…so MUCH so often.

My eyes felt sunken in and heavy and the size of bowling balls- and I wondered if I drew them if they’d look that way too.

I haven’t had a night like this in a while. Just stress dreams and cold sweats.

#mental health #anxiety #procreate #vent art #sleep paralysis #panic attack #digital art

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da3dm · 1 year

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HI I PROMISE I'M SLOWLY GETTING INTO YOUR CONTENT, I FINALLY FOLLOWED YOU AND WILL GET INTO THE G/T FIC THEN IRZA AND VARA SOON AFTER!!! PATIENCE PLEASE IM NOT A QUICK PERSON!!!

ANYWAYS

🦅, ✍️ , 🌞 , 💖 , 📚 for the writer ask game! :]

ALSO you should make a playlist for vara or irza or vaza (coining an unofficial ship/duo name LMAO) or even eze !!!

— brick

i will unveil myself like a normal anon will, just for fun :)

HELLO YDXKGCKUGC

It’s perfectly fine, you actually startled me when you followed me! Which is actually pretty hilarious, and thank you for this ask...‘anon’!

You should’ve asked for a snippet of a wip or something bc I’m in extreme I MUST WRITE mood bc I feel very sick

I already have a playlist for Irza and I definitely don’t listen to it daily and write to it...

Here are your answers! Behold!

🦅: Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

What’s an outline???

No—in all seriousness I absolutely never outline. I attempted to outline for Night Light and it went nothing like what I planned for the very beginning of it but flowed sooooo well.

✍️: Do you have a beta reader?

Not really? Only dingbatnix bc I started proofreading theirs and decided to ask for some help with mine too! I don’t mind having more than one person read over it before I upload it though, since everyone catches something completely different...

🌞: Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

When I’m tired. That could be any time, but when I’m tired I hyperfixate on writing and easily spew out a few thousand words in about half an hour depending on how much I’m interrupted.

💖: What made you start writing?

I have absolutely no clue. I’ve been writing since kindergarten, although back then I drew a picture book and had my mom write the words for me and that never really went anywhere. I’ve also been told that, you know those tangents and stories toddlers will go on when telling a story with their toys? My brothers always ended after maybe a week, sometimes a little more, but I would carry on for MONTHS, and randomly bring it up like telling my mom “Oh! that gave me a great idea for “this and this” character!” Since I carried on forever tho my mom had no clue what I was even talking about bc she’d kinda tune me out. I once had a stuffed toy duck I insisted was a “rabies rabbit” just bc it fit my story, but I had toy rabbits....

📚: Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

If possible, ABSOLUTELY! I actually want to publish the book Voidshire if I can ever get around to finishing it! It would be my first published ones, altho not the first one to be finished.

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I had fun answering this!

#brick #ask #brick anon #'anon'#ask game #dead answers

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sanguinarysanguinity · 2 years

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Oh yay, I always love sneak peeks at your WIPs! How about: startling, curl, and dearly?

Langstroth on Bees

Holmes' driving was no longer restrained by the need to distinguish one tyre imprint from another, and we made all haste for Atheling House, counting the anxious miles as we went. Unfortunately, our efforts were in vain. A short interview with the butler Wilke, who in turn retorted on the housekeeper, revealed that Mary Donovan had not not been present at breakfast, nor had she slept in her assigned bed the previous night. No one, it seemed, knew where she was, nor even when she had left the house.

"Damn, I expected as much," Holmes swore, dropping the character of Foreman, and thereby startling Wilke very much. "I will give you any amount you like, Watson, that Donovan raised the alarm herself. She scented danger and was off like a rabbit." Holmes turned on Wilke. "What address do you have for Mary Donovan? How do you reach her when you wish to hire her?"

Wilke drew himself up tall. "I am not in the habit--" he began, obviously affronted at being ordered about by a mere valet, and a visiting one at that.

Baker Street Papas

"John, could I trouble you for ses crayons?" Holmes asked. Violet had crawled right into his lap, sitting on his uninjured thigh. I handed him a pillow to protect his other leg from her heels, and went to fetch her drawing implements, along with a bit of wrapping paper and a writing desk.

Neither Holmes nor Violet lasted long, both fatigued from the ordeal of the previous days. Violet soon fell asleep against Holmes' chest, and he dozed off not long after, his face turned into her hair. Their crayons lay scattered about the coverlet; I gathered them up lest their wax be ground into the fabric and annoy Mrs Hudson.

I had recovered their drawing and was contemplating Violet's scrawl and Holmes' rococo ornamentation thereof -- he had worked left-handed so as not to displace Violet from her perch, and it showed in the careful, awkward stiffness of his spirals -- when he roused.

"Stop fussing and lie down," he said, patting the bed beside Violet. "You're as tired as she is."

There was just room for me there on the bed: he had earlier moved to the extreme edge to give her space to move around, but she had not taken advantage of it, choosing to plaster herself to his side instead.I was sorely tempted to shut the door against the hazards of the world and curl up against them both, indulge myself in the surety that they were there and breathing and well.

Flight of the Heron OT3 thing

"I do not know him well -- we have not had much conversation, he and I, and what little we have had…" Keith Windham was a cipher to her, scrupulously courteous, but with a habit of deflecting her interest with a dry and ultimately unrevealing wit. "He is very different from you, my darling. I suspect he does not much wish his heart to be known."

Ewen nodded, a little sadly. "His heart is a glorious thing, fierce and passionate, and I hope someday you will behold it. But it is also much bruised -- I do not think he was cherished before he came here. If he holds himself apart, it is because he fears that someday we will turn him out -- or that I will, for your sake, or the children's. He guards himself against that day, and I know not what to do to reassure him of his place here at Ardroy."

"Perhaps he cannot be reassured, so long as he is uncertain of me," she said, her heart full of sympathy for Keith's position. To love one who is sworn to another must be a special torment, however well-loved he was in return. "For you would turn him out, if I asked it."

Ewen shuddered and held her more tightly. "Please, my heart, never ask it of me," he begged, his voice broken with feeling. "I love him as dearly as I love you, and owe him my life, besides. I pledged most earnestly he would always have a place here, and it would break my heart to have to send him to some far corner of Ardroy. And I fear… I fear his pride would not stand for it."

#langstroth on bees #baker street papas #foth ot3 thing #wip meme #I think I'm going to make finishing Langstroth my goal for 2023 #so many projects and so little time!

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