#fo writing

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

Okay, I live for gentle reminders and sweetness as much as the next soul with good taste! But I have to propose what about the more casual or comedic reminders from your f/o(s). Perhaps they aren't the best with lovestruck words and soft voices. Maybe it's not the time or place considering your dynamic. Though I'm not saying that they wouldn't if that's what works for you, they absolutely would!

What I'm talking about is them 'chasing you' to take your meds when you vocally realize you've missed 3 days. But they're not mad or exasperated, they just want you to feel your best! So you're giggling the whole time they're running after you, and melt when they finally hug you and help you take it. Or maybe they're already prepared so they just nonchalantly pull out a pill bottle and a bottle/can of your favorite drink so you can take it. But they still smile fondly at you and give you pats if you like them, just happy to know you took them now.

Or what if you have (a) rougher, tougher f/o(s) who don't take no shit especially when it comes to your well-being? So as long as they know you're fine with it, they 'threaten' you. Like "If you do not drink some water now, I'm gonna squish the ever-loving hell out of you!" But of course, if you need some flavor drops or something they'll happily get it. Then as you're sipping on it, they'll still happily squish you if you wanted!

Again this might just be a me-thing considering how casual and loving a lot of my IRL relationships are but we still joke about stuff. And again, your f/o(s) will do their best to support you in whatever way works the best for you! But I just notice that all the posts regarding this are always super soft and sweet and I know if I were to mention that I haven't taken my meds, a lot of my f/os would be 'on my case.' So just wanted to give a shout-out in case anyone else felt that way!

#selfinsert #selfshipdom #selfship community #self shipping #self insert #self insert community #selfship #self indulgent stuff #fo community #fo writing #f/o suggestions #f/o content #oc x canon

[ghostbsuter]

The reason Danny– and in turn, Phantom - nearly dropped kicked Wes into the sun was, because the ginger believes that Bruce Wayne is batman.

Batman.

And with that, the entire family of Mr Wayne being the batcrew.

Them.

Which was ridiculous, Danny watched this week's episode of "keeping up with the waynes", he's seen Mr Wayne in a bathrobe, trying to drink his omelette and his children being absolute chaos gremlins.

These people could NOT be the batman and Co. Of Gotham.

#he doesnt BELIEVE SHIT #dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #danny and sam have SEEN TIM DRAKE TRY AND FAIL TO SIT STRAIGHT #this teen keels over 24/7 #poor alfred is professional as always and is hokding up the manors sanity alone #they saw dick destiry a chandelier just for the clip #and damian sulk because his cat liked duke more ta the mkment #or cassandra spook the videoman #steph has bombed the camera in glitter psin fo often its hilarious

[estrellami-1]

Pay the Price

In which Steve needs Eddie’s help stopping the boys’ asshole behavior towards Lucas. He didn’t think he’d get anything more than a tentative alliance out of this, but best laid plans and all.

Part 1

“Eddie Munson,” Steve starts. “Heard you’re the man to talk to about teaching someone a lesson.”

A pause. “Uh,” Eddie says, “I mean, I don’t really do anything physical? But I won’t tell either, man, to each their own, I guess, unless you mean withholding weed, because that I can do. Depending on the lesson being taught.”

Steve chuckles. “No, nothing physical, and no weed withholding, either. Or at least, there shouldn’t be, considering they’re kids.”

Eddie sighs. “Okay, I get it. Prank call, right? Ha-ha, very funny, wanna get your laughs out now before I end the call?”

“Not a prank call,” Steve says evenly. “‘S about the kids I babysit. They’re in Hellfire. Mike’s being a little shit to Lucas.” A pause, “Dustin too, kinda, but Mike’s definitely the ringleader, y’know?”

“What the actual fuck,” Eddie says slowly, “is happening?”

Steve chuckles. “Like I said. The kids’re being shits to Lucas and I need your help curbing their behavior.”

“Who the fuck are you, man?”

Steve chuckles again. “Tell you what, ‘cause I doubt you’re gonna believe me unless you see me. You busy for the next hour or so?”

“You’ve piqued my interest. I’ll bite. No, I’m not busy.”

“Y’know Loch Nora?”

“Doesn’t everybody?”

“Last house on the right. Twenty minutes. See you then, Munson.”

Steve puts the phone back on the receiver and breathes out a sigh as he grins. This is gonna be fun.

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[arachine]

u asked so I shall deliver :3

but imagine whiny n fucked out Dave Lizewski omfffhhhgggggg, his hair is a mess n his glasses are falling off, they're all dirty too bc he's handsy! Ik he is! and he tries to grab anything he can on u but u just tut him and tell him to keep his hands to himself, so nowwww he's whining even more, he's begging too atp, all glossy eyes and jutted out lips. I KNOW he's a pretty crier, so why shouldn't u mess with him a lil yk?

moral of the story, Dave. Just Dave.

nghhhhh rina i’m gonna scream SO loud.

warnings: unprotected sex, dacryphilia (i think? cba to check if i included it), whiny dave (like down bad, pussydrunk dave) + so rushed i’m sorry but i need to fr study lol :3

can just imagine him begging to touch you. at first, he tries to bargain with you. asks if he can just ‘hold your hips for a bit’, so you don’t ‘fall off’—as he puts it. but you’re ruthless. all bite and no bark.

“good boys keep their hands to themselves,” you tsk, swatting away his wandering appendage. the admonishment forces a whine from his throat, and he retracts his hand quickly like a child scolded for getting into the cookie jar. “don’t you wanna be a good boy for me, baby?”

“yes—fuck—god, yes. j’st let me touch you, let me h-hold you,” he pleads, and it’s so cute. the knot between his brows, the erythro in his cheeks—the crystalline droplets cascading down his face. it doesn’t take much persuasion to get you to acquiesce; not when he’s beneath you like this. looking up at you like you just hung the stars in the sky. “ok, go ahead, baby. touch me.”

and as soon as you give him the okay, he’s flipping you over onto your back, all muscles and eagerness. grabs the weight of his cock and bullies it into your little hole, unconcerned by your protests and light-hearted pleas for him to slow down.

“easy, ‘m not going anywhere,” you giggle, but it falls on deaf ears because he’s concentrated. focused—on one thing and one thing only—or maybe two things—or a few things: your skin, the rivulets of sweat between your breasts, your eyes—the perfect little ‘o’ shape your mouth makes when he hits that spot just right. yeah, he’s focused.

“babybabybaby, i’m close,” he says in your ear, a mixture of a whine and cry, “please, lemme do it inside. can i? i’ll get you the pill, swear i will, s-swear it!”

and at the nod of your approval, he’s pistoning into you like a rabid thing. all mumbles and whimpers, expletives and grunts. telling you how sweet you are to him, and how lucky he is to have a girlfriend who let’s him finish inside her.

says he’ll, “never fuck another girl again,” while the weight of his hand rests firmly against your jaw, and his lithe fingers maneuver your head to meet his lips. and you know he’s telling the truth—because his eyes are all hazy and glossy. they get like that when he’s close; and they got like that when he declared his love for you some time ago. a tell-tale sign.

“so close, baby. use me, you can do it,” you caress his cheek, clenching once, twice, three times around him in an effort to get him to finish. and it works. he manages a few more lazy thrusts before he’s plopping down onto you with a strangled moan and a sigh.

“about that pill…” he starts, “i only have $10 in my account. don’t think we’re ready to be parents.”

gasping, you raise a hand to yank him back by the hair, “lizewski, get off of me right now.” the brunet chuckles but it only coaxes you to pull tighter at the scalp.

“ow, okay, okay. i was just kidding,” he admits, grabbing at the hand holding his hair by the root, “let me go and i’ll go pick it up.”

“alright, go,” you release him, “but seriously, get off of me. you’re heavy.”

© arachine 2023

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[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: "Are we even allowed to be in here?"

Person B: "I don't know, I stopped caring about their bullshit rules after they repaid my loyalty and devotion by framing me for their own misdeeds."

Person A: "...What if someone recognises you?"

Person B: "Recognise me? Ha! I was nothing but a faceless tool to them, I might as well have been part of the wallpaper! Honestly, I could probably walk right up to them and introduce myself with my former name and those fools still wouldn't realise it was me."

#write-it-motherfuckers #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing #prompt #story prompt #story prompts #story #prompts #my prompt #original #random #imagine #story time motherfucker #dialogue prompt #dialogue #person a and person b #incorrect quote #incorrect quotes #yet another out of context snippet from a story that has long since been abandoned. It was a pretty twisted tale though so that might be fo #the best honestly. Doubt anyone would have enjoyed the read. Oh and as always please remember that the tags are only ever a suggestion #angst #angsty #whump #revenge #redemption #rebellion #vengeance #dark #betrayal

[kakyogay]

just remembered I drew this so uh yeah

aftermath of this

to not fucking die, he's connected to an outside power source. His rarefraction cell needs some repairs and the walls that surrounded it need to be purged of rot and fixed.

internal rot is removed and cut off away from vitals.

For external rot, there are patches with a stronger treatment thing. I'm thinking something spore puff related but that's cause backwards through the snow put thoughts in my brain. It's really just a stronger version of the ointment previously used for treatment. it's either this or straight up replacing it.

To conserve power, no pupils and limited movement. Water is also sent through the tube in the back to keep his systems from overheating.

the logic is lowkey bullshit but it's whatever. Making the iterators modern is much less logical than off the string aus.

also an extra couple of doodles because yes

obviously it's much more serious than this but idk writing hard

#rain world #five pebbles #seven red suns #artificer #modernerators #I drew this like 2 days ago school just made me forgor #also been playing doom so #but uh yeah #if I ever manage to write out all of what happens I might post it either here or on ao3 #I'll figure it out when I do it #and before anyone says anything no suns is not tiny in the last doodle it's a doodle and I wanted to make them look like a sad wet cat #alright gbye fo now

[skellys-selfships]

{f/o imagine}: cuddles with Striker

sitting close to Striker's chest, you could feel the rise and fall of his his warm breath. you feel his heartbeat race as your fingers trail up and down his pecs, you ached for a feel of his bare chest, tempted to slip your hands under his clothing yourself. he grunts in response to your fondling, bashfully avoiding eye contact. he knowingly sits up, pulling his shirt off, inviting you back into his lap. you caress his chest, resting your face against his warm skin, tracing your fingers up each scar decorating his torso, peppering his body with soft kisses. you hear his gentle groans with every kiss, his eyes look less intense than usual. he would never actively say it, but you know that he's in pure bliss right now, feeling vulnerable and yet so loved.

#f/o stuff #imagine your f/o #fo imagines #Helluva Boss #Helluva Boss imagines #Helluva Boss Striker #Helluva Boss x reader #Striker x reader #me writing

[sickficideas]

any hcs for alastor?? he's my favorite but i haven't watched it since the pilot

here's some more continued off the last ask !! and omg anon if you enjoyed the pilot you should totally pick up the show 💖💖

- he's so rarely injured but I think when he is, he's very sensitive to the pain and considerably weakened but still very Smile Through The Pain lol

- he's not often made nauseous by things but overly processed foods do the trick lol he absolutely Hates smelling that shit

- super noisy when he's sick. a constant low static buzz but also he's groaning and moaning and grumbling the whoooole time

- his hearing is very sensitive when he's not feeling well and he'll go as far as covering his ears when it's too much

- if he's ever truly very sick or injured and not much is helping him heal or get better, Charlie know now she can enlist Rosie's help, seeing how much Alastor trusts her...and Rosie Alwaysss knows what to do <3

- going off a point on the last ask...Alastor with a high fever mistaking his caretakers for his mother...it's namely Charlie and Angel Dust, and they realize too that during these times Alastor doesn’t understand where he is, and they think he might believe he's back on earth. Talking about New Orleans or his radio show...and interestingly enough, Husk is the only one he names correctly...Angel Dust is very suspicious about this and ends up finding out they knew each other for a while when they were alive 😔😭

#another day another i need fo write a fic about him #hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #alastor #angel dust #husk #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel rosie #whump #sick #illness #ask box #fever #nausea #sicknario #injury

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Yall imagine Danny getting help from Batman and tells him about how hes on the run (it was a joke in passing smh) and how he has no home (it was ment to be funny man) then all of a sudden Bruce way shows up on a totally casual stroll in his neighbourhood. “Oh look a child who is in need laaa dee daa let me help you poor random child who I have no idea who you are.” As if Danny is an idiot. He isnt fooled in the slightest. He knows when something is up. Batman clearly is using Bruce Wayne to help kids off the street.

Danny is staying at Wayne manner and notices how no one really talks about the bats. Or tif they do Bruce gets this look then quickly changes the subject. Hes putting so much effort into it too. And at first Danny hardly noticed. Now it’s obvious theres a connection. At first he thought Bruce Wayne hated batman with how often he refused to comment or gave his kids a glare when they mentioned the big bad bat. But now it’s clearly something else. Danny got a chance to talk to the commissioner alone and then it clicked. Danny had asked whats Mr.Waynes beef with Batman and the commissioner seemed so confused. Quickly telling Danny about how the two have worked together. How Bruce has even helped the bat with information or a distraction from time to time. Why would Danny think that he hated him???

And BAM Danny had it. Bruce Wayne is dating THE Batman!!! Holy shit it makes so much sense. Danny would often find batgear around the house. Bruce probably got targeted a bunch and thats probably how they met.

Now hes trying so hard to be supported of his clearly closeted father figure. He also gets why it’s not public info too. Paints a huge target on Bruce. Plus his many many kids. Must be hard for them. What a crazy life they live. Jason would probably be so jealous of their literal fairytale romance.

Danny tells Bruce that he is supported by him and that his secret is safe until hes ready to tell anyone else. Bruce niw thinking Danny knows hes batman shows up no mask and Danny goes nuts. “You can’t out yourself in danger to protect him bruce!!! You are just some himbo man!!! He wouldnt want this!!!” Thinking Bruce is going to try and fight in Batmans place.

Then Danny walks up and places a hand on bruces should (he has to reach lmao shorty). “I will go. I will keep everyone safe. You can count in me” transforms snd flys off to defeat the big bad. Leaving a fully stunned and confused bruce.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #yall have seen the batman lego movie right? #I mean the jokerxbatman stuff was fantastic but I loved how ribin thought he got two dads #then he lost them both at the same time #beautiful #I was gonna have more to this and I might later #I have so mich stuff to fo and im standing here soaking my pgone in the shower to write this shit #thats why I have so many typos now a days byw cause my phone is sopping #also im missing a bit ig my goot cause I guess I just moonley brain and ripped it off??? #idk why I did that but it started bleeding and it hurts all the time and I kist want it to stop #but also I started to do it a third time #yes I did it twice #lord help me im stupid #ok im a go dye my hair white. unrelated ti dp

[yumeblue]

I loveeee panty stealing stuff I love thinking about it w selfshipping your fo stealing your underwear holding the fabric tight against their face breathing in your scent. slowly stroking themselves and speeding up as your scent gets clearer and clearer in their nose, making their brain turn to mush as they jerk themselves off. they might even lick the inside, desperate for the slightest taste of you still left on the fabric. they wonder what it would be like for you to catch them, imagining the look of shock on your face, or maybe the blatant arousal that might be there instead! yummy stuff!

#self ship imagines #nsft #imagines #imagine your fo #i feel like i always wanna write abt stuff like this its so gooddd

[belethlegwen]

What is a niche aspect of G/t that you dearly love that you don't get a chance to really talk about?

How it reflects on self-image.

I think that's the niche one that I don't talk about enough, though I bring it up a little bit in my works. The idea that, particularly in most media where you aren't used to being at the perspective you're suddenly in (you're small around people who are bigger, or big around people who are smaller, and it's something you've either never experienced before or haven't experienced much) how that will change how you see yourself.

Melanie in The Rescue for example has existing concerns about her appearance and how people see her to begin with, and that becomes wildly amplified when someone small is nearby. She covers her mouth while she's eating, she tries to keep her head and face pointed up and away when she's feeling extremely self-conscious.

If you hate the idea of constantly being noticed, judged, critiqued, scrutinized, etcetera, then suddenly being a Giant to someone else/other people has to be fucking hell. Any issues you have with your self-image normally aren't exactly put aside when your face is the size of a movie-screen and you know people's eyes don't usually come with those lovely hollywood-glam filters they put over actors in film.

As a Giant are you now more worried about being in the way? About being a problem for people? About causing damage or harm accidentally? Or are you being pressured to do more, be more simply because of how other people see you?

On the flip-side of that, if you're suddenly small, do you feel much more vulnerable? Do you feel like you're under significantly more threat? Have you lost a feeling of control that you desperately needed to keep a sensation of being safe?

Do you feel disposable? Do you feel useless? Are you more of a burden now than you were before, so reliant on others in a world that isn't built to help you? That might not feel like it's even interested in helping you?

Do you feel invisible? Easily forgotten? If you were used to being the center of attention before, does this absolutely shatter that or suddenly make that lifestyle feel like a waking nightmare? \

Do you feel like you're not enough?

If you were having those issues and feelings before, how are they amplified or changed now? How are they messed with, skewed, possibly erased in some cases?

I try to bring a good bit of these perspectives into my writing where I can, but it can be exhaustingly introspective and feel extremely heavy both to read and to write, but I can't say that I'm not fascinated by it.

Thank you so much for the ask, love! <3

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[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

A Delivered Surprise

Title: A Delivered Surprise Word Count: 1,645 Warnings: None, just fluff... and mentions of working retail Ship: Paradise Found (Jack x Myself) Summary: It's a rather common occurrence for me to go to work without food. Yet one day, I can't hold out 'til the end of my shift and order a drink. The only problem is that my delivery friend is more than happy to sell my shenanigans out to my boyfriend...

Tag list: @disneymarina @goldenworldsabound @jellyfish-ships @hadesgoddess @singingdeepinme @floweringforgetfulness @canongf

Beneath the ever-buzzing fluorescent lights and within the concrete cubicle of her workstation, Rebecca was not known as the princess of Rosenfield. Instead, she was just one of the few cashiers taking the morning shift and trying to save her customers money. If one did recognize the princess but didn't know her well, they might think that this position was a punishment for being such a reckless royal. Yet, that was the furthest from the truth. Rebecca had taken this job of her merit. She enjoyed talking to her people as equals instead of from a pedestal and did her best to brighten people's days with her actions rather than her rank. She did also enjoy the steady paycheck she earned to save and buy little treats for herself.

One such treat was a delivery to her place of work while she was working. It wasn't anything extravagant, just a sweet vanilla smoothie to help her make it through the end of her shift. She could normally do so with just her water, but considering how hectic the weekend shifts were, that water evaporated within an hour of her four-hour shift. It also didn't help that the sunset-stranded lady had slept through her alarm and rushed by the castle's kitchen without even grabbing a single slice of toast. So in the end, all she was running off of was some water, five cherry tomatoes that she popped in her mouth from the breakroom snack table, and spite.

Glancing at her galaxy-covered phone screen during a lull in clientele, Rebecca's lips quirked upwards when she saw who the gallant hero was that was to be delivering her emergency life-blood. Out of all the drivers within the capital city, a newfound friend was the one to be saving the young princess's day. All she had to do now was wait.

After ten minutes of checking out clothes for both those going back to school and those going away for vacation, the store doors slid open. This allowed a tall, broad-chested man in a tight tank top who had his obsidian hair tied tightly to the top of his head to step through. His mahogany gaze searched for his target, lightly skimming the racks of athleisure and through the slight crowds of suburban-styled shoppers. Yet before he could search further, the light plopping of footsteps across the padded mat attracted the man's sights downwards.

"Hi, Ash," Rebecca beamed as she gave a small wave, "A drink for Rebecca Grace, right?"

Ash took a subtle step back in his surprise, taking a glimpse at the name on the label. He then looked back to the petite woman before him, trying to figure out why she appeared so familiar as he handed over the item in question. He hadn't made any deliveries to her in the short time he had taken on this side-gig to explore the place he now deemed home. Her clothes were unassuming considering they were a blank, black t-shirt and some comfortable-looking sweatpants in the same shade. The only thing that stood out was the dyed hair that the lady listed as her main identifier in the delivery instructions. The confusion on Ash's face must've been evident in how the girl giggled as she began sipping her drink.

"Do I look so unassuming that you can't recognize me? To be fair, it is rare that you, Jed, Neon, and Sophia see me outside of my usual formal wear!"

That's when Ash finally recognized just who stood before him. But that didn't stop the shock that ran through his system as he addressed her. "Princess, what're you doing here?"

"I work here part-time! It gives me a sense of normalcy with my people, so don't worry about not recognizing me. But I do have to thank you 'cause this is the only real food I've had today!"

Ash raised a brow as an expression of concern etched itself into the strong man's face. "You mean you haven't had anything other than a smoothie?"

Rebecca took another sip, smiling brightly as the little balls filled with mango juice exploded with the vanilla flavor in her mouth. She then nodded to answer Ash's question. "Nope, other than this, a bottle of water, and five baby tomatoes, I'm empty. But don't worry I'm totally fine!"

"Y'know Jack would lose it if he found out..." Ash remarked in a bemused tone, his sights lingering on the door behind him where the blond in question stood in utter boredom.

Now it was time for Rebecca's chocolatey sights to widen with surprise. She attempted to hide it by keeping her head hung low with her sights fixated on her already quarter-drunk drink.

"I-I doubt he'd care that much! But even if he did, that's the exact reason why you won't tell him. He'd have my head, and I quite like my head!"

Ash could only chuckle as he watched Rebecca's fair face begin to match the red of her hair in real-time. It had been a bit since the princess and his dear traveling companion had become more public with their romance, revealing how deeply they cared for one another. So to be a witness to both parties still getting so flustered in private was honestly the most astonishing sight in Ash's opinion.

"He'd only be after you 'cause he loves you."

A shy giggle hummed on Rebecca's lips. "I know, I love him too which is why I don't want him worrying over my stupid antics. That's my job to do for him, you guys, and everyone else!"

"What's your job, princess?" A familiarly gruff voice asked as the subtle wooshing sound of the store doors opening filled the air.

Rebecca nearly choked on her drink as she caught the sight of her partner's sliver of a smile. After pounding her chest a few times, Rebecca beamed back the sales pitch that was grating to even her, "My job is to offer you guys a credit card! You save thirty-five percent when you take the moment to sign up, wanna try?"

Jack's icy sights only rolled as he shook his head and firmly denied her. He then cast his gaze over to Ash as he questioned what his girlfriend was really on about.

"While I was completing the delivery, the princess revealed she's been working on an empty stomach."

Ash smiled at Rebecca, showing her that selling out her secrets wasn't going to be a bad thing. Rebecca, on the other hand, glowered at the warrior with an expression that was meant to convey she was going to kill him. But in reality, she looked more like a kid who was snitched on for stealing from the cookie jar.

While this silent confrontation occurred between his two loved ones, Jack's gaze narrowed in on the petite princess. "What? When do you go on break or get the hell out of here?"

Another shy laugh left Rebecca's lips, but this one was much more nervous than flustered. "Well, I had my fifteen minutes half an hour ago... So I probably have another half hour yet before I can clock out. But I promise I'm fine!"

Jack stayed silent for a good moment with his lips pursed into a tight line. If it was up to him, he'd grab Rebecca by the wrist and the two of them would already be halfway to ordering something from the deli around the block. But considering that she was the only cashier who was working and that his brashness would only upset her bosses, Jack decided against it. Even if a part of him did just want to deck the older man that was glaring at the three of them for not taking better care of their workers.

"Fine, but when you get out of here--"

"I'm dead meat?" Rebecca finished, cautiously shying away as her partner stalked towards her.

But instead of lightly flicking the top of her head as Rebecca expected, Jack only sighed and patted it a few times. He then let his hand fall to briefly caress her cheek, before letting his calloused hand run down the smooth skin of her arm.

"No. We're getting you something to eat."

--

Jack and Ash left shortly after their date was made since Rebecca's manager had begun to confront them about getting that credit card. Jack only rolled his eyes and left before the grumbly man could finish the pitch that was somehow even worse than his girlfriend's. Yet Ash swore that he saw Jack's eye twitch as the two walked out.

So after thirty more minutes of removing tags and bagging clothes had passed, Rebecca was finally relieved of her accursed duties. Her stumbling steps were so close to simply sprinting that when she met up with her two earlier visitors, she nearly knocked the small container that Jack was holding out of his hands because she was so eager for the hug she was robbed of earlier.

Before the two had even fully untangled themselves, Jack brought the container to his girlfriend's attention.

"Here, I went out and got this instead of just waiting around."

Rebecca curiously tilted her head as she was handed the bowl and the three made their way to a nearby bench. The bowl was warm to the touch and whatever was inside looked golden and creamy. When Rebecca opened the lid and the savory aroma swept through her senses, a wide smile spread across her lips. Singing the praise of the two men and snuggling into the side of her love, Rebecca only paused to begin eating.

Now although any passerby would think that Jack was disgruntled by the affectionate display, Ash could see the smile creeping up his lips while he watched her eat and the subtle way that his iron grip pulled his partner closer...

#ship: paradise found #selfshipdom #self insert community #self insert #self shipping #selfship #self indulgent stuff #fo community #f/o suggestions #f/o content #f/o x s/i #f/o community #f/o post #oc x canon #f/o x self insert #royalty au #fo writing

[rencoons-trashcan]

asdasdasa- miky doodles

#honestly I didn't know what to write there #I just didn't want to leave the post without text lol x'd #art #my art #doodles #self insert #self insert x canon #self insert art #self insert ship #self insert x fictional other #si x fo #canon x self insert #oc x canon #self insert community #self indulgent #self indulgence #self ship #self shipping #self shipper #self ship art #self ship community #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #mike afton #scooped michael #ourple boy 🔦💜

[paint-it-dead]

i could probably articulate this better, and longer, and maybe in the future i will, but it feels to me as if griffith finds companionship within both guts and casca. but while guts is his companion in glory and violence and victory, casca is his companion in misery. if he is miserable, she should be too, if she is happy, he's gonna bring her down with him. ripping out her heart cus he no longer has one of his own... hate is reserved for guts, pain is reserved for casca. i guess cus those are the two aspects of his own being that those two understand him best in, respectively.

or something.

idk

#berserk stop deepfrying my brain challenge: failed #FO****AI !!!!!!!! #i will hunt you down and study ur beautiful mad brain #im having dinner im on my second plate of nails dont bother me unless yall want a serving of nails too #on a rant on a rant on a rant againnnn #berserk #casca #guts #griffith #GODD i gotta STOP talking about this BITCH #miura u evil evil man why did u write him like thatttttttt #my posts

[moshieee]

Hello! Sorry to bother you, but I'd just like to see if you have a ref sheet for your sona? I'm thinking of making you, Rabid, Dia, and Bun a little animatic. Actually, if I'm gonna be honest, there are a whole lot of ideas for you four in my head rn. Especially when Rabid and Dia posted something about the song "Anything you can do, I can do better." Sorry, I'm rambling. Also, since I think at least Rabid showed something about a mob au for their sona, I've had an idea for more animatics. But anyways, sorry for this ask being really long. Thank you for at least reading this, You make me actually remember to eat, drink, and take my meds when you remind your mutuals, so thx! Also, love your art, very very unique and all I think about when I see your doodles or pieces is ". . . . . smol"

Okie, I'll be taking my leave! Gotta shape-shift back into a rat to go to the vents and continue my endless cycle of ideas and au's. Okay, Bye Bye!!!!!

(Remember to take care of yourself, drink, eat, sleep, [take meds if you need/are prescribed them], and know that you are loved!)

And- *is literally being dragged out bye an Anon* oh! Oki Nighty Night *disappears behind a door and a laundry shoot is heared opening and something is heard being but in* (muffled) Thank you, WEEEEEEEEE-

I thought a little ending that I hope made you laugh would help :]

(I was giggling the whole way though the story, a lovely ending!! Bravo 👏 🌹!!! thank you for the kind words about my style it's something I was insecure about for a long time, and I'm glad I have a positive effect on people's health hehe)

dont ever apologize for asking something, I love getting asks and long asks just means I add the tag #long post

Also oh my goodness that sounds amazing and I would be honored

as for a reference I uhhh I've been trying to make a reference but I keep getting distracted

the only best references I have I have right now is this hair guide I made for Bunsowo that I kept forgetting to share It's a bit out dated now but still close enough

And the l eyes guide I made for Rabid that is now also outdated...

If you just need an image to go off id recommended this one sense it's the most recent

Jeeze I really need to make a reference for my sona. I guess I never expected people to try and draw my stuff so I'm not used to this...

wait what's this?

Those are my lines silly/j

I wish you luck in your creations and make sure to pace yourself so you don't get hurt

Also wait nighty night? Are you supposed to be sleeping? 👁️ 👁️

#also oop while writing this the alarm fo take my meds did go off #art #asks #long post #moshie Os #self sona #character ref #mutual

[marshwaters]

Currently in the process of retouching my old Quodo art, just to make them better for posting. He's some old doodles in the meantime though!

*"Odooo! Thank Blessed Exchequer!"

Also theres more Mosquodo/Odosquito to come, you guys are hilarious for those tags

#i think about how many times Odo left the station #almost dies or gets traumatized #and comes back to Quark #traditional art #art #ds9 fanart #odo ds9 #quark ds9 #Someone smart who can write Star Trek dialouge give me Quodo scenes to draw I never know what to fo with their speech bubbles