#i wanna write for her so bad

[meteorstardust]

Obsessing over her don't mind me

#send me trudy x reader ideas #i wanna write for her so bad #WHY DOES NO ONE WRITE FOR HER #avatar #avatar james cameron #trudy chacon

[saltystingray]

A woman i saw in my dreams :) Midnight Blue, Daughter of darkness, and madly in love with the hero :) DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST!!! DO NOT M/NT

#OC art #Shes so CUTEE oh my god i love her #i wanna write for her so bad #im in love shes so cute

[calamitism]

who wants a music fairy with a big heart?

#( musa : visage ) #i need more verses for her #i wanna write for her so bad

[opens-up-4-nobody]

She's turning the rain to snow

#LISTEN. uwu rukia my beloved 😭😭😭 #theyre both so sad abd soft together. bleach hurt me so bad. the betrayal. but the fucking sad rain music plays in my head all the time #fucking christ its the show i have so so much nostalgia for #god. i wanna write ichiruki feels but dont wanna rewatch all of bleach #i dont remember it well enough but the soul mates thing. the rain the ice queen. the rukia wanting a family and putting other before hersel #the ichigo being trained as a protector and being the onky one willing to not let her die. #im gonna have to redraw that kiss in like 2 years or so bc i like the pose. the dress is way too long for her tiny legs tho #i did not use my time wisely today 😬 #bleach #ichiruki #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #tw blood #shout out to middle school me who couldnt draw either of these fools ✌️ #fanart

[emizzzleblur]

so I asked my friend to give some more drivers fanfic tropes:

part one of drivers as tropes :)

#i asked my friend: f1 edition #so say that she hates to love George is an understatement #also she’s convinced oscar is 12 #cant say I blame her #there’s still more too #but seriously someone please take these and run w it #I wanna read these so bad #you have my permission #for any of them #write away #now the driver tags #kimi raikkonen #fernando alonso #lando norris #george russell #alex albon #nicholas latifi #kevin magnussen #checo perez #oscar piastri #felipe drugovich #formula 1

[mrspockify]

Princess Peach Showtime has me thinking about Mareach dynamics that turn the knight/princess thing on its head because I’m picturing Peach being the one to teach Mario how to sword fight and totally sweeping her heroic savior off his feet

#mareach #smb #do y’all see my visionnnn #peach pinning him against the wall with her blade under his chin #he’s just heart eyes #I wanna write this so bad

[smilesrobotlover]

This is the last of the Kori doodles for today I swear

#love at twilight #kori #legend of zelda au #Renado is like. the second person to know about Kori #cuz Rusl convinced Link that he needs a doctor in case Kori gets sick #and that’s when they discover Kori’s biting problem lol #gosh i had no idea that this cringey fanficky child would consume my thoughts but he is #Beth is a great babysitter :) #i really love her design #she’s just a bow person you know? #also I imagine Colin being tall and lanky #even taller than his dad #rip link he never had a chance at being tall #now his little brother his taller than him #but no worries Kori will also be taller than him #i wanna write this story so bad but it’s kinda messy #it always starts out simple and then spirals outta control 🙄 #also Renado my beloved

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.

He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.

omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.

it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.

drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.

#at first I wrote about him getting whisky dick and not even realizing it and being so embarrassed about it the next morning #but it made me laugh too hard and I was like #no one will enjoy that dude shut up AJSHDKDJDJD #but omg lightweight baby that can only cling to you and whine to go back to your room to fuck #only to pass out immediately on the bed lmfao #I love him I’m gonna str*ngle him so bad #anyway I finished all my work for the week and now I feel empty so I will be moving onto next weeks work tomorrow LOL NERD #but everything next week is simple too so why not get it out the way ya know???? #after that I might sit down and actually write another fic since it’s been a little minute #everyone voted for therapist obsessed bkg next but I kinda wanna write something emotional for touya now lmfao #I’m becoming so obsessed with him and it HURTS!!!!! #I can only handle one ☝🏻 at a time or else I start getting the shakes #also omg my regular dr is making me go to the heart dr bc she said my anxiety worries her for my physical condition aksjdj embarrassing #okay bye I’m gonna read a little and sleep #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dabi treats! 🍬 #tw: alchohol mention

[ghouljams]

I got a question! What would happen if you put all of Ghost’s darlings in one room for a day. Whose starting fights first? Whose the boss of the group? Whose kicking ass in monopoly? Whose got the most hyper energy that the others gotta say “Chill” or “Fuck it up!”

Genuinely they all are fucking by the end of it.

Love and Die start fighting and Goose grabs them both by the chin and tells them to behave.

Love and Die are sluts and Goose uh tops women.

#ghoul speaks #god i wanna write them fucking so bad #Love sees Die's slutty little demon fit and decides thst works for her #both of them see Goose and decide they want her #x oc

[synonymroll648]

from a vibes perspective, i totally understand why so many people look at keefe and go ‘this guy would be the male equivalent of a wine aunt when he’s older’. 

but. but. 

taking lore into consideration, in my heart, he’s terrified of alcohol (even if he tries really hard to hide it). because. like. his first exposure is almost guaranteed to be through cassius, and cassius canonically threw a glass extremely close to him at least once when he was, like, 8. maybe cassius wasn’t always extra nasty when he was drunk, but there’s gotta be a correlation in keefe’s brain between risking getting seriously hurt (emotionally or physically) and alcohol consumption that’s really hard for him to shake. 

#tw alcohol #tw child abuse mentions #lmk if there's more trigger warnings i should put #i have a thing for hurt/comfort lmao #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #this is brought to you by: #that one fic my brain started writing internally where it's sophie's 21st bday and she's like man i #have saved the world so many times we've all lost count. i want a fucking drink #and keefe's internally like OH GOD OH FUCK in a bad way but externally he's like yeah babe whatever you want!! #and then she's like. i don't wanna do anything super stupid though. and drinking alone is super stupid when you've never drank before #will you stay w/ me? please? #and keefe's like. i cannot say no to that face #so he spends the night doing an increasingly bad job of hiding how bad he's freaking out #because sophie is a safe space and alcohol is not safe and he doesn't know how to deal w/ the two colliding #ESPECIALLY since sophie's just getting dorkier and sweeter as her filter goes down instead of throwing insults or objects at him #(i feel like sophie would be the kind of drunk that's very impulsive and says EVERYTHING that comes to the forefront of her mind #and stellarlune was more than enough to prove that she sees keefe and a lot of the time her brain just goes hnnngh soft little tortured #artist. MY soft little tortured artist.) #yeah but even intoxicated sophie can tell something's wrong even before he flinches super obviously at an empty glass falling over w/o #breaking. and so she's like nah man it's hurt/comfort time and he's like BUT YOUR BIRTHDAY and she's like do you really think i'm #gonna just let go of the fact that i know you're stressed? i'm not a dickhead keefe #so yeah it ends in cuddles. because of course it does #keefe sencen #annnnd out of the drafts this goes. post!

[leviiackrman]

Miori Rikihisa, age 53 || Keiji Rikihisa, age 54

Saeka Rikihisa, age 29 || Haruma Rikihisa, age 26

Ibu Rikihisa, age 23 || Poko Rikihisa, age 18

Feeling all the feels for jjk rn and wanted to showcase the damaged Rikihisa family - so here they are with this cute picrew again! Shitting parenting = exhausted children carrying the burden of your family. This is post Ibu death based on the ages, but if he was still with us he’d still be v much a Gojo fanboy🥲

Other Families: Durand Family

Tagging (if anyone wants to do something similar): @risingsh0t @simonxriley @statichvm @bbrocklesnar @carrionsflower @roofgeese @unholymilf @florbelles @arklay @captmactavish @shellibisshe @queennymeria @marivenah @riikugan @vvardenfae @thedeadthree @jacobseed @jackiesarch @heroofpenamstan @dameayliins @carlosoliveiraa @shadowglens @fenharel @alexxmason @malefiicarum @nightbloodbix

#misc: picrews #oc: saeka rikihisa #oc: poko rikihisa #I wanna draw the siblings together so bad #they’re all so pure and I’m on such a high rn #trying not to make miori hatable but also she didn’t stop her husband shopping their kids off to their deaths #sooooo idk #keiji however - go fuck youtself #will write their timelines soon for more detail #but if people wanna know more of their dynamic pls just ask!! #and yes Ibu and poko are fist bumping

[good-beanswrites]

I can't stop thinking of Kyanako's Order of Attack au... there's something so moving to me about how things getting so much worse could be what finally causes Amane to get better -- seeing Fuuta dying may be the final straw of getting her to rethink her rejection of medicine. Been a while since I've attempted something whump-y, this was fun to work with.

Tw for mentions/contemplation of death. I don't go into detail about the cult but the doctrines are implied through it all.

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying.

When he imagined his own death, he always pictured it as something dramatic and fast. Action heroes going out in a show of explosions and gunfire. Fantasy characters meeting the shining end of a blade. Even when he accepted his place in Milgram, it filled his mind with images of gallows and electric chairs. 

Whatever this slow, lengthy fever was, it was pissing him off. 

He’d lost all sense of time. He could no longer tell which hour the prison bells were marking -- morning and night blended together. Dreaming and waking blended together. His head injury and broken leg and broken bones blended together. It was all just pain at the end of the day. He had nonstop visitors that kept him awake and asked him too many questions and prodded his injuries and made his head spin. Somehow, he was simultaneously alone every time he rolled over to talk to someone. Painfully, suffocatingly alone. 

If Kotoko was going to kill him with those ridiculous emo boots of hers, she should have just done it. He was losing his mind here: devoid of all energy, suffering through broken bones and a cracked head, and boiling in an increasingly fiery fever. Maybe that was the reason he stopped commenting when he watched Amane pocket the medicine Shidou had left him. Maybe that was why he’d stopped following Shidou’s instructions himself. Even after losing an eye and taking a beating herself, Amane always looked at peace. He was tired of dealing with all of this. He wanted a bit of that peace.

Regardless of why, it was working. His fever had quickly gone from the biggest pain in his ass to the very thing that dulled his racing thoughts. 

He awoke suddenly, or maybe he’d already been awake. He couldn’t feel anything in his limbs. There was only a breathless heat around him. He raised himself into a sitting position, looking for a drink. Moving his head felt like one of those glitching computer windows that leaves a trail of copies behind it. The room swam around him. His eyes moved absently around him.

Fuuta picked up the glass that someone had left him. His fingers were clumsy, and it immediately went crashing to the ground. He hardly heard the noise as it broke apart on the concrete below. 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He’d just go get a drink himself. Shidou told him not to get up without help. But what did he know? Thinking of the man ordering him around only drove Fuuta to step out of bed even quicker. He cried out, pain shooting through his leg. That was right, it was broken… 

Fuuta looked down, finding himself on the ground. It was so hot. Maybe this is what she felt, he thought numbly. Was it this slow for her too? Probably not. She had no regrets to fill the time like he did. The heroes got quick, beautiful deaths, and it was the villains who had to suffer the long ones. 

He lifted his right palm from where it had caught his fall. The shattered glass on the floor had cut into it. Shattered glass? What had broken? He stared blankly at the blood dripping down. 

He didn’t have the strength to raise himself up. He was burning. Why was he on the ground? Was he bleeding? He could barely breathe. What was he doing here, anyway? He just wanted to curl up and sleep. He was so weak... just to lie down... he wouldn't have the strength to get back up again. Was that such a bad thing...?

A voice caught his attention. His eyes struggled to focus on the figure who’d come running into the cell. He couldn’t understand a word of what she was saying, but he was happy when she pressed her cool little hands against his forehead. 

He allowed her to prop him up next to the bed. She held onto his hand, squeezing it tight. Why was she holding it like that? That hand was bleeding. When did that happen?

Her arms wrapped tightly around him. He wanted to shove her away -- it was too hot -- but couldn’t. In his ear, he could make out her words. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, Fuuta. Don’t leave me alone. I’m so sorry...”

As she pulled back, he recognized Amane. Her uninjured eye was filled with tears. Was she upset? He thought he’d been making her happy. He wanted to keep making her happy. He’d never made anyone happy before. 

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words would come out. They all scrambled up in his mouth. He felt the cell swirling around him.

Amane raised her voice. She looked desperately upwards. “This can’t be --! This isn’t right!” 

Fuuta looked up at the ceiling. There was nothing there. 

“I can’t do this anymore.”

She continued talking. Fuuta was too busy studying the ceiling. She was shouting. Or maybe crying. Fuuta didn’t like that she was so upset. Huh, had there been someone there? He surveyed the empty cell. What was he doing on the ground?

He looked down at his hand. The sheet from his bed had been pulled down and wrapped hastily around it. Why? His eyes felt sticky as he blinked. Everything hurt. It was so hot. What was going on? He was so angry. He was so scared. He wanted to cry. Why was he here? Why couldn’t he just hurry up and die already?

The next time she entered, Fuuta recognized Amane instantly. Her one hand pointed to him, the other held onto someone else. The second figure hurried over to him. 

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying. Shidou reassured him he wouldn’t.

—

“You’re wearing the eyepatch,” Fuuta observed. 

He was playing a dangerous game, drawing attention to it like that. He was too exhausted, and his curiosity won out over his better judgment. If Amane was going to explode with one of her typical speeches, he’d just let her.

She didn’t. 

Amane’s hand drifted up to her eye. It had been hastily covered before, but now it was cleaned and wrapped in professional-grade materials. She simply said,  “Kajiyama Fuuta. How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“But--”

“-- But I’m better, yeah.”

Amane nodded, her shoulders releasing. 

“Oi, I haven’t seen you in a while. Not since…” He wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence. Shidou had told him what happened, but it was difficult to believe. He couldn’t quite trust his own memory of the night. No matter how much clearer his mind felt since receiving proper treatment, those days of fever still muddled together. He heard that Amane had up and switched her beliefs overnight -- she was now complacent about all of Shidou's treatments -- but Fuuta knew people didn't just change like that. He wanted to hear it for himself.

She lowered her gaze in shame. “I… I thought you hated me.” Her voice was steady. “As you should. I almost killed you. I accept any ill will you may feel.”

“I -- what? You’re wrong. You… it wasn’t…” He grabbed his head, grunting in frustration.

After standing awkwardly in the entryway the whole time, Amane took a few steps inside. She made it to his bedside when he finally collected his thoughts. 

“It was your fucked up family or whatever that caused everything. They did this. And I went along and made things worse.” He looked away. His next words felt stupid to say to a little kid. He felt like the most pathetic, weak, loser. But it was too important not to say.

“They almost killed me. You saved me.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #amane momose #i am emotional about them!!! #my other drabble between them hinted that fuuta would convince her away from her dangerous beliefs before things got too bad #but i wanted to see what would happen if things Did get bad ya know #we were talking about what could convince amane to think twice about the medicine ban (if anything) #and i think seeing her closest friend is literally on deaths door finally gets through to her #shes sees him weak and bloody and completely out of it and knows this is Wrong #i dont know how long it takes fuuta to realize that it really was all for him that she changed but he does accept it eventually #it helps both of them grow #he feels worth saving (and therefore worth turning his life around) and she is freer from her cult #not completely #but one step at a time #tried to make fuutas narration simpler and shorter to reflect his thoughts but idk if that worked #i thought they were going to do a lot of stuff with mahirus head injury and memory but they never did- i played around with that a bit here #i thought about writing out amanes monologue to her god about how shes not doing this anymore but 1. its more dramatic to leave that to #the imagination and 2. idk if its silly but some things are so personal for a character and i dont wanna intrude... like yeah its my #story but thats between her and god fr #drabbles #tw cults #tw child abuse

[spn2006]

if sam winchester was transfem then there absolutely would’ve been a bit in the first episode where dean sees her at stanford for the first time since she transitioned, doesn’t recognise her, and just immediately starts flirting with this vaguely familiar 6’5” hot girl like the horny motherfucker he is. and of course sam plays along bc when is the next time she’s gonna get to embarrass her brother THIS bad

#weirdcest right from the beginning lmao #and ofc sam transitioned in college without telling her dad or dean #maybe if i write a fic abt this lets say dean sorta knew she was questioning her gender but didnt know she’d go through with it #lol why do i wanna write this so bad now #sam winchester #transfem!sam winchester #genderbend #dean winchester #wincest #weirdcest #samdean #genderbent #supernatural #spn #headcanon #rambles #season one #1x01 #pilot #fem!sam winchester

[testing-reblogs]

What if I connected to a very unstable chassis then tried to kill you and your girlfriend wouldn't that be fun

#i need to redo my artfight refs and i needed to design the chassis part of vampire core for later on in the story #he has like an outfit change moment #is it even a portal story if theres not an evil bitch piloting the chassis /j #this is the same chassis seen in the portal coop dlc just with some changes so it's easier to draw #i think using this chassis works better than glados's because i don't wanna add glados to my oc story and vampire core does a lot coop tests #soo thats the vision #nothing against glados but id perfer to keep paradox as an oc only thing #and i don't wanna research how to write glados by reading her wiki page for hours #goddd i need to write the story outline before artfight comes #id like at least some of my characters to have lore on their pages ya know :) #i keep saying 'wow i need to write this already' then not doing it #oc writing is fun. i know its fun. i have fun doing it. but my brain tricks me into thinking its not fun and i don't like doing it #i got to the coloring stage before realizing I didn't like the brush i used for lineart so i had to redo it #but im glad i did it looks much better :) it also let me add the big claws i wanted him to have #i gave up on that puppet its an optional accessory for fun now sorryyyyyy #aughh i wanna animate so bad seeing my friends animate motivates me to do it too but I dont have timeeeee #portal #portal oc #Vampire core (oc)

[laniidae-passerine]

also where the HELL was Martha. I won’t pretend like this isn’t a problem with RTD, where the hell is she. it’s supposed to be an ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL, not the doctor and donna show. you can name drop Rose (also beloved) but not bring back Martha WHO WORKS AT UNIT???? okay sure

#how is it that steven ‘I hate women and refuse to write them well’ moffat #decided to treat his black female companion with more respect. bill slayed so hard and MOFFAT wrote her. THE HELL???? #enough with the Martha slander. I love her. bring her back to me!!!! #bring bill back too I wanna watch her get flustered in martha’s presence #also no I don’t hate rose. stop pitting bad bitches against each other #ugh. #doctor who #dw #martha jones

[miekasa]

Mieeee please grace us with some mikasa dating headcanons pretty please 🥹✨

First and foremost, Mikasa is a hopeless romantic. Picnic dates, matching phone cases, doing each other’s makeup, matching clothing, hair ties in each other’s cars, bike riding together—name any cute, cliche coupe activity and it’s likely on her bucket list. She doesn’t (rarely) always vocalize this, but the desire is there.

Actually waits to binge/watch shows with you lmfaoo. Sometimes she’ll start a series and realize it’s something you’d be into, and then tries to convert you into watching it with her together (this also provides opportunity for her to lay on your lap).

Strange relationship with PDA. She’s not against it, but at the same time she’s not… actively trying to make sure everyone within a 40 mile radius knows that you’re dating. There are things she’s firm on—insists on holding hands when you can, won’t let you leave her for the day without a forehead kiss—but others are a kinda play it by ear situation. If you’re so caught up that you want to kiss her in public, she won’t say no to that; and, if the moment is right and you two are bit more cuddly than usual on your date, then so be it.

100% an enabler when it comes to things you want to buy. You don’t even need to tell her what it is, she’ll say you should get it. In fact, get two so she can have one, too, you know she’s got a thing for matching with you.

Queen of inconspicuous pictures. A third of Mikasa’s camera roll is dedicated to pictures of you, and honestly she’s got a good eye for photography. She doesn’t show you all of them—likes to look back on them occasionally when she needs a little pick me up.

She wants you to meet/get along with Eren and Armin, but she knows they can be…. intense. If you guys aren’t all friends before, then it’s actually Eren you get introduced to first for three reasons: 1) Mikasa can and will beat him up if he’s acting rude, 2) Mikasa knows Eren isn’t the most… social being and might need extra time to warm up to you, and conversely she knows he comes off a bit strong to some and wants you to have ample opportunity to actually get to know him, 3) Eren is more nosey, so he would have gotten to you first anyway. She’s quite happy that you’re all friends in the end, she thinks it’s cute when you guys hang out alone and when Armin or Eren get concerned about you on her behalf.

She’s… getting better at cooking. The basics were always there, but since getting together she’s been experimenting with new dishes and it’s going well! She doesn’t always have the time to cook, but acts of service is her love language, so being able to do anything for you brings her joy.

Big spoon? Little spoon? It changes, let’s say that. She does like holding you and really, really likes it when you fall asleep first, but she also adores falling asleep with her head in your lap in particular. Something about it is so comforting to her, and she finds herself seeking that comfort out more and more frequently :(( you just make her feel really safe, which isn’t always something she’s been familiar with.

Cheek kisses are her favorite, both to give and to receive :(( her favorite pictures of you two are from her birthday with you kissing her cheek with some icing smeared on it, courtesy of Eren, and then subsequently you kissing her nose.

#anonymous #mikasa my beloved…. my favorite favorite girl :(((; #love her SO BAD !!!!!!!!! #writing for her always feels so… idk she’s just so !!!! to me that i don’t wanna mess her up you know #which is why i feel like sometimes she comes off as surface level when i write her but it’s just bc she’s soooo much to me idek how to start #mikasa x reader