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avesque · 1 year

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hi sweet darling my my myyy i adore your writing so very much and wanted to know if you are still taking requests from that one post you linked? if so i would love to see something with tsu’tey for the “i am in love with a moment we never had” + angst? something about him with some angst just scratches an itch in my brain idkkk lots of love btw mwah !<3

across the stars — tsu’tey

INCLUDES fem!reader, human!reader. angst. 1.1k words.

NOTE anon you are so sweet omg thank you so much! <3

jakesully hands tsu’tey a note one afternoon after the battle, a crumpled piece of folded paper with specks of dirt on the edges. it looks tiny and, tsu’tey admits, unimportant.

he refuses to take it.

the olo’eyktan sighs, pushing the scrap back in his direction. “come on, brother. it’s important.”

tsu’tey begs to differ, taking a step back and scowling at the chief. a small, immature part of him is still stingy about the turn of events; how he had no choice but to pass his title to jakesully when he was on the brink of death.

“it’s from y/n.”

tsu’tey stills. his ears fall back in his hair at the mention of your name, tail swishing in curiosity.

you were one of the researchers — a biologist, he remembers you saying — alongside grace who studied pandoran flora and fauna. before the war, you had wormed your way well into the clan with your bright smiles and tinkling laughter. despite being one of the sky people, no one was able to resist you.

you were magnetic.

tsu’tey prides himself in his great resolve, his firm judgment. he is as untrusting as one can be; calculative when needed and always skeptical.

though he cannot deny how even he was left defenseless to your charm. it pains him to admit it but he grew fond of your excited chatter, especially the way your little demon face would light up at the mere mention of new plants, among other things.

he snatches the paper in jakesully’s hands and leaves without a word.

the note has been tucked under the woven mat in his hut for days now. tsu’tey has convinced himself there are far more important things to focus on than your flimsy little gift, and as dawn breaks over the moon, he finds himself grappling for excuses he can tell himself to prolong the inevitable.

a frustrated scowl mars his face, jumping off his hammock and kneeling on the floor, lifting the carpet to reveal the folded scrap. it seems almost threatening as it sits there, staring back.

he chooses to get it done and over with.

he turns it over a few times, looking for something; anything, but all there is is smeared dirt. finally, with bated breath, he slips a finger in the crease and unfolds it.

the paper is filled with your neat handwriting, dark ink nearly glowing on the white background. his heart sinks a bit as he sees how little you wrote but he ignores the feeling.

my dearest, tsu’tey, it reads.

his hands shake and the paper crumples beneath his fingers.

you may be reading this while i am already off this moon, or you may be reading this with a scowl perfectly painted on your face with me in front of you. either way, i just hope you’re reading this.

i would first like to thank you for your warm welcome.

tsu’tey grunts at that, shifting on his haunches, something ugly bubbling in his chest, one he cannot name.

i know how difficult it must be to accept someone like me yet you did not push me away. (you did, but you are unsuccessful! i am just stubborn, and i’m glad i am.)

the countless moments i have spent with you are everything to me. i will hold them close to my heart forever.

from the deepest crevices of my heart, thank you. i appreciate all the things you’ve done for me. for showing me the flowers and telling me about them, letting me come with you on hunts, and for merely walking with me in the forest. i hope you enjoyed those moments as much as i did.

the sky people are going back on earth soon and i have decided to come with them. before i go, i will tell you a secret.

my heart has grown too fond of you. sometimes, i fear you can hear the way my heart beats a little faster when you’re near. you have enraptured me. you are the most beautiful creature i have ever laid my eyes upon.

but i —

the letter is cut off, scrawled over by strings of ink. it starts again below, and the words sends an arrow straight through his heart.

i am in love with a moment we never had. not entirely, i suppose, since i do not go over our moments the way you do. i do not experience them in a… friendly way, shall i say? the way you do. it does not translate the same way between us.

i have spent nights with you clouding my mind, the sound of your voice a hazy lullaby in my head. i have dreamt of holding you, of kissing you, of telling you i love you.

i see you, tsu’tey. even when i am no longer in this moon, remember that somewhere in this vast universe, someone out there sees you.

thank you for sharing a part of yourself with me.

yours, y/n.

the letter is nearly balled up in tsu’tey’s firm grip. it is miniscule compared to his hand, and it is a reminder of how small yours had looked in his when he guided you over rocks that one time he showed you around.

something sits heavy in his heart. guilt, he’s come to know. the sky people left just two days ago and jakesully had given him your letter a week before.

he falls back on the floor of his hut, the mat digging under his left thigh.

had he known of your feelings… had he conquered his fear and read your letter earlier…

because tsu’tey may be known for his great resolve but all it took was your blinding smile to spear through his walls. he was untrusting as one can be but the trust you have shown you had in him had him wavering.

he suppose it is just right that he was stripped of his title. one so mighty will not cower before a piece of paper, but he had, and he missed the one chance eywa has given him to let you know of his feelings that had grown and bloomed over the course of your moments spent together.

he has nothing of you to remember by except this letter and the guilt that has taken root over his chest. he knows it will stay right there as long as he lives.

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asimmutableasgravity · 10 months

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paper rings (teacher!spiderdads)

this is dedicated to ran podiumspray who helped me get this idea all fleshed out idk maybe if i get like 20 notes I'll write it fr idkkk

EDIT: read chapter 1 here!

Someone drops their lunch tray on the table with a large bang. Miguel sighs before he looks up at Jess, who sits across him at the table. He always hopes that maybe he's intimidating enough that no one will sit near him in the canteen, that maybe people still believe that rumour that Mister O'Hara actually is a vampire who sucks people's blood.

But even if that were true, Jess would probably still sit across him and gossip.

Jess has been the closest thing Miguel has to a friend in this place, so he knows that she knows that he's not being an asshole when he continues to write down his lesson plan in his notebook. He's an excellent listener, she's said before. And she only comes by if she has something juicy, something Miguel cares about.

"I heard Parker got divorced," She says, twisting open her apple juice.

Miguel's pen stops moving.

He looks up at her.

He turns to where Peter is standing in line. A kid is engaging him in a lively conversation, and his eyes are bright in the way they always are. But Miguel, under Jess' guidance, knows how to sniff out details. Something something literature something something. He can see the dark stubble dotting his chin, the unironed shirt and the dark circles under his eyes.

"He could just be stressed," Miguel offers.

"He's not wearing his wedding ring." Okay, maybe he's not the best at looking for things yet. Miguel squints, and he can't see the glint of silver that Peter usually flaunts.

"What are we talking about?" Someone's puffy cardigan presses against Miguel's arm, and he has to close his eyes before registering Lyla beside him.

"Can you come with a bell? So I can be prepared for when you pop up and ruin my lunch." His assistant stares at him, unimpressed. She's never been scared of him, and that lets her get away with too much. He hates it.

"I'm not a cat, you're just a bitch." Eloquent as always. She follows Jessica's line of sight, and she jumps in her seat "Talking about Parker's divorce?"

She says it loud enough that people around them are turning to look at his table, and Dios mio, Parker is looking at him from the stall and he wants to die. He can eat in his cubicle. He takes his entire tray and walks out of the cafeteria.

He walks straight to the lounge, scanning his ID and walking forward and turning to the left and right, with one last right to get his cubicle. The cubicles are set by order in seniority, so a small carpeted wall separates him from Parker's mess of a desk.

He sets his tray down, and in the air-conditioned silence of the room, he eats. It's lonely, but it's peaceful. It's tranquil. He eats his salad and finishes his lesson plan. He drinks his apple juice. The only thing left on his tray is the cookie, kept in a white paper bag.

He stares at the carpeted divider. His is sparsely decorated, with two photos pinned up. One of his brother at the beach, and one of tiny Gabriella with her uncle at the same beach.

Miguel is a family man. That's all he has to be. He wakes up, makes Gabriella's food for school, sends her off, goes to work, picks her up and takes care of her. He meets Gabriel once a week for family bonding. Sure, he doesn't have much of a life outside that, but he doesn't need one. He's fine.

The cookie isn't his favourite. It's too sweet for him. He keeps looking at the wall.

He knows that on the other side of that wall, Peter's wall is full of notes and letters from his old students. Different cards in every single colour of Post-It note, all thanking him for the impact of his teaching.

Now, he's divorced.

The man so proud of his wife and his toddler, the man who would flaunt her so much, the staff is well aware of Mary Jane Watson-Parker and Mayday Parker's day-to-day escapades. Similar to Miguel, he holds his family as a priority.

Something that feels like concern tugs at him. He tries to squash it down. Peter has been one of the worst colleagues he's ever had. He goes on tangents in his class more often than actually teaching, he rewards the smallest step forward, and he's remarkably laid-back. On paper, he's a terrible teacher.

He's a horrible seatmate, music almost always loud enough to be heard in Miguel's cubicle and always ready to lean over and ask Miguel stupid questions about his class and his day. They're the only two teachers who joined from their year to have stayed in Romita Senior High School, but that's where their similarities end.

But the man's going through it. And as much as Miguel thinks he's a nuisance, he's not (He sighs.) the worst thing on the planet. He stands up and takes his cookie. He walks five steps and places it on the mountain of papers he calls a desk.

Is that too cheesy? Too vague? Too incomprehensible?

He hears the lounge open, and he sees a familiar spike of greying brown hair walking forward, about to take a right.

Miguel panics. He looks around for- aha- a pen and draws a haphazard smiley face on the bag. It's shakey, and Gabriella can do better. But Gabriella is a saint, of course she could do better.

Miguel runs back to his seat and stays completely still. He starts counting. Peter walks past his cubicle, his cheap cologne smelling very faintly of cedar and vanilla.

"Oh, nice." Peter says. "Free cookie."

Miguel feels underwhelmed. Maybe he'll never do anything nice ever again.

#spiderdads #spiderbite #across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #itsv #atsv #miguel o hara #peter b parker #miguelpeter #snippets #writing wip #maybe idk

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zukotheturtleduck · 1 month

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ZUKKA - IZUMI'S THEORY - ZUKKA PARENTING AU

Ok guys so I was gardening all day today and my mind was on full ATLA. I loooove inventing plots that I will never write lol

And while I was working out the plants, this idea came and I wanted to share it with you guys :) and maybe I will post from time to time some nuggets to continue the scenario if I can!

So here is my idea/theory/AU :

So WHAT IF Izumi is not Zuko biological daughter but his niece?

WHAT IF in a Zukka AU, Zuko and Sokka are indeed together like in a lot of Fire lord/ambassador fanfics, married, happy, some assassination attempts from time to time (because I'm hurt/confort addict), Zuko has a beautiful betrothal necklace etc etc and the question of heritage/lineage is up for discussion at some point (because Druk unfortunately can't become Fire Lord lol)

WHAT IF they adopt baby Izumi at a very very young age like a few months old or even better a few weeks old because she's an orphan

WHAT IF she's in reality Azula's daughter? So she will still be heir to the throne you know

WHAT IF Azula had her by accident? I am not sure yet how but knowing me it will be something dark and leading to Azula's death. Because I'm not sure she will be present in the future ATLA movies with the adult GAang and I don't think she's being referred in Korra so it can be a possibility that she died young and maybe it can be a way idk?

WHAT IF she dies after giving birth and Zuko, in his pain and mourning has to take care of little Izumi because she's the only family member he has left? Like blood family. That supposes no more Iroh (snif) and I'm not sure about Ursa and her family yet but I don't think they will be living with them IDKKK (so many possibilities..)

Right now I'm thinking of a parallel with this scene from Game of Thrones, the Nedd Stark and his sister scene when she dies giving birth to Aegon Targaryen aka Jon Snow

SO VOILA. It is very messy sorry but it just came out of my mind earlier today and I needed to write it down before I forget about it. And while I was writing down on this post, more came out and it wouldn't stop haha

So any ideas? Thoughts? I don't know if a fanfic with this idea is existing but I never had the chance to read one. If it exists please let me know.

#zukka #zuko #sokka #izumi #azula #AU #izumi theory #hear me out #atla #fanfic idea #zukka parenting AU #avatar the last airbender

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littleskittles325 · 8 months

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Sweet words & dirty thoughts

(This was requested by a friend)

AN:I’m so sorry for not posting, I’ve really had a really bad month!

Summary:You’ve been having dirty thoughts about your boyfriend that leave you exticed. he’s noticed this,but hasn’t built up enough courage to ask about it.

Smut

You and David have been in a relationship for awhile now, and you’ve discover most of your desires for each other. Though, you swore to eachother you’d say something if you felt something new physically,mentally,or sexually, but there was one thing you felt you just couldn’t tell him. When he’d help you cook or bake, you’d notice his strong hands and his visible blue veins.

It made you wanna imagine how they’d feel around your neck choking you as he fucked the life out of you, or how his dreamy-but-wonky eyes would look begging you to let him cum. But David wasn’t really into hardcore sex,he was more of a make love person and whisper sweet nothings as he kissed you passionately and just-right slowly thrusting in and out of you.

You think David was catching on though, cause he started to ask you why you where spacing out, or say “what ya think’n about love?” and wink. Well today was the day, you were going to tell him your little thoughts.(and hopefully get to fulfill one) You decided to get a little dressed up, knowing how David loves dressing you down. You put on a red dress,loving how it hugged your waist and ass,and some light makeup but bold (red,black,brown) lipstick.

When you where done you layed on the couch and started thinking about how he’d react, would he be mad,shocked,disgusted or happy? Your heart was beating hard in your chest you were really nervous.Then,you heard a knock on the door, you partially jumped to the door and opened it.

You saw your smiling boyfriend waiting for you to open the door all the way.

“Hey darling, can I come in?”he said looking confused. You nervously open the door and reveal your dress and makeup. He immediately picks you up and kisses you after closing the door. “You look gorgeous” he say kissing your neck leaving small marks. “D-David, wait” you say putting your hand in his blonde hair.

He stops and looks at you in his arms.

“Yes?” He said looking into your eyes.

“I wanna try something new” you say, as you feel him walking to the couch and sitting you down there.

“Ok,like what love?” He says looking into your eyes again.

I…” you started, you waited a moment.

“Love,I don’t judge you,go ahead” he said putting his hand on your thigh.

You trembled looking at his hand and tried to say it again.

“I’ve been thinking about your hands…and…your..eyes..”

You think he caught on the moment you said that cause the energy in the room changed quick.

“Oh really?” He smirks and widens his eyes.

“Yes…” you mumble

“I want you to be rough with me this time” you whisper, looking at him.

Before you could say anything else his lips smashed onto yours, making you yelp in suprise

You feel shocked and relived at the same.

“Yes..” this side of him was hot,actually very hot.

“You know I love this dress love.” He says rubbing his hand on your ass.

Should I continue thisss? Idkkk

#fem!reader #smut writing #little skittles #david bowie #david bowie x reader #david bowie smut #dom fem!reader #should i continue?

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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the nights | l. norris

pairing: lando norris x reader

word count: 2.7k words (i swear i can’t write anything short)

request: yes, by anons: “heyy, can we have a lando fluff please where you guys have a day on a yacht with your bsf and their significant other and you and lando take pictures and post them to make your relationship public?” & “hello sweetheart! i really love your stories and i would like to request a fic with lando norris. y/n and lando meet during her holiday in monaco with some friends. they go golfing in monaco and her friends notice lando norris, so they go for a picture. lando is sweet but y/n doesn’t really feel the need to ask for a picture because she respects his privacy. lando’s response to her is a little angsty, because he’s stunned by her beauty. her friends notice and they create a scene in which y/n needs help, maybe they spilled a sugary drink over her shirt, you can decide! in the end lando admits how he feels about her and they decide to try a few dates💜”

prompt: dancing through the night + long picnics with friends + music festivals with local bands from this prompt list.

warnings: language, an angsty and butthurt lando (a little bit), idkkk what else.

a/n: i really tried to write everything from the asks but it’s 4am, i haven’t slept and am afraid to go to sleep. and yesterday was so stressful, writing was my only way to disconnect from everything, but still i couldn’t help to think about the stuff that’s happening where i live.take care and stay safe<3

my masterlist / summer of love masterlist

the best trip of her life? february 2022, monaco, for sure. she’d been saving up for years, and after many ruined plans, she was finally there. it was everything she’d hoped for, and so much more.

the bluest waters she’d ever seen, the ancient architecture, and yeah, the expensive cars and elegant restaurants made the whole atmosphere feel like something out of this world.

she and two of her friends had been in monte-carlo for four days now. and whilst she still couldn’t get enough of walking the streets, finding hidden gems to explore, her friends wanted to see if they could spot any celebrities. so she found herself on a golf course, wearing a white skirt and matching thin shirt, a cap to protect her from the sun. that wasn’t her ideal plan, but after half an hour she was starting to get the hang of it and was starting to like it.

“oh my god!” one of her friends, anna, said, rushing to her. “look over there,” she subtly pointed back, to the right. she looked back, and it seemed like they’d been right when suggesting a golf course as a prime spot to catch celebrities. “he’s that driver you like!” she continued, poking (y/n)’s stomach, she felt her cheeks warming up, but decided to turn her attention back to the course.

“we should go over there and ask for a picture.” her other friend, jenna, squealed. she ran her fingers through her hair to make herself look more presentable.

“i don’t know, guys… i mean- he’s probably here to relax and disconnect from everything, i don’t think it’s right-”

“oh, come on! when else are we going to get an opportunity like this? he’s right there!” jenna complained.

“aand-” anna stretched the word out, “he’s looking this way.” jenna immediately turned back, seeing the green-eyed racing driver looking their way. when he noticed the girls had caught him looking he turned his head back to his friends. the girls giggled. “we’re definitely going, anna stated, jenna nodded her head.

“i- i don’t think it’s the right thing. and he was probably looking over at us because they want privacy.” (y/n) told them. “i’m not going.” she had a weird feeling in her stomach, like being nervous just because he was a few meters away from her.

“whatever,” jenna scoffed, linking her arm with anna’s, “party pooper,” she teased, turning around and walking to the boys’ golf cart. (y/n) rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she focused on the ball, she separated her legs, adjusting her posture as she gripped the club. she heard the group talking, and tried to listen in on what they were saying as she prepared her swing.

“what’s up with your friend?” her breath hitched as she heard the guy she’d been supporting all of last year talking to her friends after they’d taken a picture with him. “not a fan?”

“she’s obsessed with you!” anna confessed, “she never misses a race, sometimes cancels our plans or watches them when we’re out.”

dear god. she thought as she felt her face heating up. she held onto the club, swung back, and hit the ball, watching it fly away. she squinted, trying to see where it was headed.

“holy shit, that was a hole-in-one!” one of lando’s friends said, his mouth wide open. she looked back at them and smiled, then started walking to where her ball had landed to pick it up. she leaned down, extending her arm, and when she leaned back and turned around, she crashed into a body.

“oh! sorry,” she said, taking a step back, ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat as she realized who it was in front of her.

“don’t worry.” lando shook his head, “that was a nice shot. it’s a difficult one here, is this your first time here?” he said casually, she only nodded, not trusting her voice at that moment. “impressive,”

“thanks,” her voice was small, she gulped and cleared her throat.

“so… your friends said you’re a fan?” he raised an eyebrow, and she got the urge to strangle them.

“uh, yeah. i discovered f1 a little over a year ago, and it’s completely taken over my life.” she chuckled, playing with the white ball in her hands, “i’m sorry about them, i told them you probably wanted to just chill and not be bothered here,” the girls were looking straight at them, with grins on their faces. they turned to talk to the other two guys there, lando’s friends.

“not a problem, love,” he smiled at her, and her breath hitched at the nickname, she tried to play it cool. “it’s my pleasure. i can take one with you if you like.” he suggested as they started walking back.

she didn’t know what to answer, a part of her was screaming inside, the other was trying to convince her that this was all a dream. she spoke without thinking.

“i’m okay, thanks,” she said, looking down. lando frowned, a mix of shock, surprise, and confusion obvious on his face. had he just been rejected?

“fine. suit yourself,” his words were short and quick. she cringed internally, there went her changes of getting to know him.

neither of them spoke as they walked back to their respective friend groups. she approached the girls.

“can we leave? i’m not… feeling too well.” (y/n) whispered, anna and jenna looked at each other and shared a knowing look.

“oh, um…” anna started, “we actually made plans to play with them,” she pointed with her eyebrows the driver’s friends. jenna grabbed (y/n)’s water bottle, which was full of red gatorade, and handed it to her, she thanked her and took a sip, leaving it uncapped. “and you were literally just talking to lando norris! shouldn’t you be more excited?”

“i- i don’t think he liked me that much,” she admitted, looking down. “well… you guys stay, i’ll just go back to the hotel and-” at that second, the same body that she’d stumbled into, now stumbled into her, causing the water in her hand to spill all over her shirt.

“shit, oh shit, i’m so sorry,” the green eyes she’d grown to like over the last year stared at her in surprise.

“it’s fine, i-” she looked down at her shirt, an evident red stain on her chest. “i was just leaving anyway and-”

“you should change at least,” one of lando’s friends said.

“that’s right! hey, didn’t you bring a spare shirt with you?” his other friend, max, tapped lando’s shoulder.

“yeah, i did, but it’s in the lockers,”

“well, then, it’s perfect! lando, you didn’t even want to be here, and she’s just leaving as well. so why don’t you two go so she can change, and you walk her home?” max explained his plan, looking at their friends for support.

“yeah! sounds great to me!” anna added.

“oh, no, you don’t have to. i can just go by myself and-”

“no, it’s the least i could do. honestly.” lando gave her a small smile, his green eyes seemed to sparkle as the sunlight hit them. and she was done for.

“okay. thanks.”

after saying their goodbyes, the two of them walked together back to the locker rooms. after a few minutes of awkward silence, lando cleared his throat.

“i, um… wanted to apologize. for snapping at you earlier,” he started, she turned to look at him, she had her arms crossed over her chest, trying to cover the stain.

“oh! no need. i guess i… you were just trying to be nice and i was turning you down. which was pretty dumb from my part,”

“not dumb. really. i guess i was kind of bummed out because… i think you’re really pretty. stupid ego you know? but i appreciate that you were thinking about my privacy and all that. not a lot of people think about that.” he smiled, and she could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“of course. i mean, if i were you… i would want that. to just have a day of peace without a phone shoved in my face.”

after she changed and stepped out of the locker room, lando’s heart started beating faster. it was weird, how just seeing her wearing his shirt brought a million images to his head. her wearing his shirt as they ate, her wearing it as he brought her to his home, as they kissed for the first time. as they moved in together, as she fell asleep on his couch.

“you okay?” her voice brought him out of his thoughts.

“sorry. yeah, yes, all good.” he gave her a tight-lipped smile.

“thanks for the shirt,” she grabbed the hem of it, “can’t say i’m surprised it’s a quadrant shirt.”

“it was the first one i saw,” he chuckled, “it’s clean, i promise,” she nodded, seeing his cheeks getting a bright shade of pink. she’d made lando norris blush.

“i know,” she placed a hand on his shoulder, leaving it there for a second. “so, i better get back to my hotel. it was ni-”

“no, wait,” he interrupted her, she raised her eyebrows, “i mean i… since we’re both leaving why don’t we go… somewhere? together?”

“like… i’ll meet you there?” she asked. lando shook his head, fiddling with his fingers.

“i was thinking more like… i’ll pick you up, take you home afterwards,” he bit his lip.

“like a-” she paused, not wanting to say the word in case she was getting this wrong.

“a date.”

she tried to bite back a smile, but couldn’t resist once he saw his blushing cheeks.

“okay.”

she never was a big fan of the heat, but it brought good things, boat rides, beautiful sunsets, and her shirtless boyfriend. after that date in monaco, they’d taken things slow, but took advantage of the days she had left in that beautiful country. first it was texts and calls, then a visit to her hometown, her first visit to the paddock without anyone noticing her.

their relationship was new and fresh, and they both loved it. and each other.

“everything ready?” anna asked, sitting next to her.

“yup. the boys are bringing the drinks and stuff,” she smiled, admiring the food they’d all prepared for the day. it was early morning, and they were getting ready to have a picnic on the boat that became their home those last few days.

as they all sat around the food they’d all prepared, she felt an arm around her shoulders. she leaned into him, kissing his cheek. she was so grateful for him. he’d completely changed her life the moment they met.

as they ate, they shared memories together. from the time they met, the group of six had shared many adventures since that day at the golf course. they’d all traveled together to some of lando’s races, including the last one in budapest, where (y/n) was spotted with his friends, that was what sparked rumours about their relationship.

“can you two stop? i’m trying to eat,” max rolled his eyes as she and lando giggled, they’d gotten too caught up in the other’s eyes, had leaned into each other and kissed without paying much attention to their friends.

“sorry,” she said, feeling her cheeks getting warmer as she leaned her forehead against lando’s shoulder. he extended his arm, grabbing a strawberry. he looked down at her, placing it against her lips. she opened her mouth and took a small bite, her breath hitching as he ate the rest.

the food disappeared as time passed, and before they knew it, it was already past midday. which meant their boat time for the day was over. they reached the shore and got off the boat, their hotel was nearby so they all decided to just walk there. they got ready, and after having lunch, they all climbed into a car so they could drive to their next destination.

she’d never been to a music festival as big as this. it looked like an ocean of people was out there. she gripped lando’s hand tighter, afraid that they’d get separated. he pulled her closer to him, which made her smile and feel reassured.

“look, we should go check that band out!” she pointed to a group of four, standing on top of a stage, singing in spanish. lando nodded, letting her guide the way. “this is so cool!” she beamed, “there’s so many options. i don’t even know where to start.”

“well, why don’t we stay here until their set is finished? they’re nice!” she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “what was that for?”

“for making me feel special. this is the best summer of my life.”

“you deserve this. and so, so much more. and trust me, my summer is a thousand times better with you,” he kissed her cheek repeatedly, and that was the moment she knew.

“i love you.” she said, a smile on her face. fear, worry, and anxiety weren’t in her voice. she knew what she was feeling.

“i love you too.” he smiled too, breathless. somehow, her grin got bigger, her face displayed all the happiness she felt at that moment.

as the afternoon turned to night, they made their way to the main stage, to the backstage area. they’d been invited by one of lando’s friends, a dj performing there that night. it was impressive, seeing the ocean of people from a higher point of view.

lando’s arm hadn’t left her waist all evening. he kept squeezing her against him, reminding her that he was there. and every chance he got, he’d leaned into her ear and whisper those sweet three words they’d just shared earlier that afternoon.

with the beat of the music, she started swaying side to side, causing him to do so as well. soon enough, he grabbed her hands, and started twirling her around, she’d throw her arms around his neck, they’d jump up and down, scream the lyrics of the songs to each other. they spent the night in each other’s arms, having the time of their lives, getting a taste of what their future would be like.

they both loved it.

later that night, when they got back to the hotel, she was leaning her head against his shoulder, her eyes half closed as the elevator took them up to their floor. he smiled, leaning his head against hers, feeling her sigh in delight.

they got ready for bed, she was almost falling asleep when her phone started buzzing. it had run out of battery a few hours ago, and now that it had enough, all the missed messages and notifications were being delivered. she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, opening the groupchat with the rest of their friends, seeing all the pictures they’d taken together that day.

“look at this one,” she whispered, her voice was almost gone, from screaming, laughing and singing so much for so long. lando turned to her, he was almost asleep, too. but smiled as he saw the picture of him feeding her the strawberry.

“anna takes such good photos of us,” he pointed out, she nodded, admiring her friend’s attention to detail. “we should take advantage of that.” he said, she looked at him.

“what do you mean?” she tilted her head to the side, watching as lando slid his hand towards hers, linking their fingers together.

“i mean… we should post the pictures she takes.” he started, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the back of her hand, “of us.”

“you mean… make it… make us public?” she asked, locking her phone and tossing it to the side, turning her body towards him.

“i- yeah. if you want to, of course. but i just… i just had one of the best days of my life. and i don’t want to hide my happiness from the rest of the world. i love you, and i want to show you off to everyone who’ll even give me one second of their time. it’s like that song from earlier ‘live a life you will remember.’ i don’t want to live hiding my love for you. i want more nights like this one, where it’s just us and the rest of the world fades away.”

his words left her speechless. this thing between them was new, but it felt so, so real and true. after hearing his feelings, there was no other answer.

“okay. let’s do it.”

the best trip of her life? ibiza 2022. monaco 2022 was a really close second, though.

@idkiwantchocolatee @yeolsbubbles

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sunny-speaks · 10 months

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Love You to Pieces (pt 1 of 'Pieces')

Character(s): Harper @campwillowpeak x reader, mild mention of Friend from @stnaf-vn

Okay but i saw that one post about ‘what if someone murdered CM…’ AND OH MY GOD THAT POST??? SENT SHIVERS??? DOWN MY SPINE??? AUGH love me a silly goofy psychotic guy who mourns me and just feels like shit after he gets my revenge because that isn’t what I would want for him…

(SASJKDHASDJK @the-wannabe-hero thank u for the idea omg i forgor to credit--)

Part 2 !!

Trigger Warnings: death of a loved one

Main warning: SHIT TON OF ANGST DUDE I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS (i mean my standards could be a lil too low idkkk)

ALSO MAMA SLOTH I HOPE U ENJOY IF U END UP READING !!

Fic under the cut!!

His eyes widened, pupil shrinking as he watched all the blood spill from your stabbed abdomen. The coward who had stuck the knife there immediately ran away before Harper could catch him.

Harper knew he could run after him, knew he’d have a pretty good chance at killing him. But there was also something else he knew.

After years of killing others, he knew how fatal your wound was.

No, he didn’t want to even think about what was happening.

He caught your fumbling body before it hit the ground, cradling your upper torso in his arms, all fear evident on his face. “C-Cara mia?” He knew how broken and fragile he sounded and how that would scare you a little, but he didn’t have the effort to hide it from you.

You winced as you shifted in his arms, “Harper…” You grit your teeth and flashed him a smile. “I-It’s fine, everything’s going to be alright, hm?”

God, he loved your smiles. The ones you would make when you enjoyed his food, the ones you made after kissing him and leaving him breathless, the ones you reassured him that he was not a bad person and would never be, the one you made when he first got on one knee. All of them.

Even if you were dying, you still managed to smile for him. His heart stuttered in his chest, his love and fear for you both taking over. He let out a watery chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, “Y-You’re so bad for me, darling.” He brought the hand that your engagement ring sat on before kissing it. The cool metal brushed his chapped lips as a tear slipped down his face. “...Please don’t leave me, cara mia. We still,” His breath hitched and a silent sob wracked through his body, “We still haven’t gotten married yet. You can’t… You can’t do this to me.”

You coughed on the blood coagulating in your throat, droplets of blood making it onto his shirt. “A-Aw man, I got your shirt dirty…” Your eyes began to gloss over with tears, hearing Harper beg for you not to leave made things feel a lot more serious. “If it cheers you up, Harper, I do.”

“W-What?” His confusion caused him to blink back his tears before he tilted his head to the side, “I… What?”

You let out a set of broken laughter and he had to suppress a flinch. You never laughed like that, you never laughed like you were having a bad time, you never laughed like you were going to die-

Oh.

His eyebrows furrowed as if that act itself would stop the tears from forming.

And of course, because you knew him so so so well, you tried to give him a reassuring smile, “I do, Harper. I do love you, and I will marry you. Through life and through death.” Tears trickled down your face as you wiped at the dry tracks of Harper’s face, “Through sickness and health and whatnot. Harper, will you…aghk― will you marry me too?”

He stifled a whimper, his bottom lip trembling, “Of course I will, always, always, always for you, cara mia.” He craned his neck so his face met yours and he kissed you before setting you back down in his lap.

“Harper, Harper, it hurts…” You gave him one last weak look before your eyes flickered up to him. You entwined your fingers with his and brought them to your lips. “I love you, Harper. More, hgk— more than, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Okay, darling?”

He begged through tears, grasping your hand so tight, he could’ve broken your hand. But he’d never do that to you, he loved you so much. He loved you too much. He wouldn’t let you leave. “Please. Please don’t say that like you’re…” His chest wracked with sobs he was too heartbroken over to care. “Like you’re dying. You can’t. You can’t leave me, cara mia. You wouldn’t.” His lungs cried and wailed for proper oxygen intake, his brain told him he needed to breathe, but how could he? How could he dare to breathe when he knew soon enough, you wouldn’t share the same air as him.

And god, if that didn’t shatter his heart into pieces.

“Please, please, please. They can’t― They can’t take you—! Please, please, please, please…” Each repeated word was followed by tears falling from his face to yours.

If he wasn’t so overcome with his sorrow, maybe he’d have already noticed how you had already died.

Your blank eyes stared back at his glassy blue ones. He rested his face in his hand, propped on his knee as he held you to his chest, cries unabashedly rocking through his body as he had to believe it.

Believe you were gone.

Believe some coward had taken the light of his life away, forever.

Believe some scum had taken away the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

Anyone else on the street would’ve seen him chanting meaningless words of ‘please, please, please’ and ‘love you so much, love you, please don’t leave me.”

But all Harper could see was you, broken and shattered in his arms.

Harper couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep properly. Everywhere he went was a reminder of you.

He tried, he tried so hard to move on. He tried not to isolate himself. God, he had even shut himself off from his Nonna. She didn’t deserve that. It was all because of him, because he would never be good enough to save you, to save himself. Because it was all his fault that he couldn’t have seen it coming. He should’ve been more careful, been more cautious.

Friend had come over to reassure him that he understood losing a loved one, but he just… he just didn’t. He didn’t know what it meant to lose the love of his life, didn’t know how Harper had spent nights just replaying it over and over in his head.

Some nights were even worse because some days, he’d never tell a single soul, some days he forgot what you looked like, couldn’t picture your face anymore because it had been so long since he had seen you smiling at him. Those nights were the worst. How could he have forgotten his spouse, someone he had dedicated his life to?

God, he was such a piece of shit for forgetting you.

Friend only had his sweetheart, but Harper had other people to care for.

His Nonna.

But he couldn’t handle the pain your death had caused him and refused to let anyone else share it.

He had to look at your photos just to have some feeling of what it was like to be yours because he kept forgetting. He kept forgetting and forgetting what it was like to love someone like you.

You were his world and how could he ever forget it?

Was it because you weren’t there to remind him?

Ouch.

A/N: dw dw harper gets his revenge

#yandere #cwp harper x reader #cwp harper #harper cwp #angst #✨ full fic #yandere x reader #friend stnaf

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scooter-ing · 7 months

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continuation of my lwa highschool musician au thingie

just some light brainstorming/character building:

idkkk ive done some reconsideration regarding what diana would be doing, and thinking about it now i think akko and diana both being violinists works well bc violinists are VERY competitive, and they are both very good at what they do. so they both compete for first chair.

some characters will be band kids, but this will all work out because of the symphony orchestra in which there are brass/woodwind/percussionists

akko and diana are both violinists (already established and decided now)

sucy would be a cellist defo, she gives off wednesday vibes

lotte would be a violist, bc of her whole thing of being "doesnt-matter-if-shes-there-or-not lotte the invisible"

amanda gives off band percussionist vibes that plays the full drum kit for the jazz band

constanze is prob a clarinet or something that's tedious to put together in the band. bc she's all mechanical so

jasminka is either a double bass player or a euphonium. either one

barbara and hannah are definitely the second violin first desk because they need to even out the section. they're good just not as good as diana

chariot is a violinist (previously established)

croix i am a little bit iffy about im not too sure tbh. i want her to be another music director at their school im just not sure what kind of role she'll play yet. i WILL be writing charoix beware

very caught between writing hannah x amanda (idrk where that ship even came from tbh) & barbara x lotte OR barbara x hannah. they're all like really cute and i can enjoy them. idk i cant really write polyamory well it's not really my area of experience

anyway im posting this all for feedback and/or suggestions so if you have any plz plz plz lemme know

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achillean-knight · 2 months

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RANDOM AU THOUGHTS TIME

With Henry's design finalised-- I should say semi-finalised BC I might change up the Pizzaria Sim design, idkkk... ANYWAYS WITH HIS DESIGN DONE I came up with a little idea as I was drawing FNAFPS Henry.

I like the idea that after Charlie's death, he went on to be known in Utah as the quiet clock maker. I mentioned in my other Henry post, that Charlie was obsessed with clocks. He wanted to honour his daughters passion and opened up a clock and puppet shop. He's kinda like... Geppetto?? From Pinocchio which I just remembered that Charlie becomes the puppet as I'm writing this uhhhHHHH LMAO OK THAT

ANYWAYS YEAH. He also adopts a more grouchy personality as he ages, but holds respect for those he still deems close to. He holds remorse and guilt, but he, in his older days, can't help but snap at the smallest things. He's highly irritable.

He also never took it upon himself to light a cigarette. But after his child died, his best friend ended up a killer + dead ANNDDDD his wife left, he turned to something he always walked away from.

#random thought...#au ideas

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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Hurt/comfort with Robin Buckley? Maybe you get hurt out in the snow and she panics or something idkkk I just love jer

Thank you! I have been wanting to write some Robin x Reader!

And, as always, my requests are open! I do write for quite a few characters so check my pinned post for details!

Robin Buckley x Reader

It was the middle of December. Over the last few weeks the snow had been shitty. All it did was make it difficult, and sometimes impossible, to drive. But, after all that time it was finally good playing snow.

It did not matter that you were technically an adult. You loved playing in the snow . So did your girlfriend, Robin. She loved the snow more than you had thought.

"YN," Robin yells and you see she was rolling a snowman. You giggle as you walk over to her and help her push it.

"I think it's getting to big," you say to your red faced girlfriend. She looks so cute with flushed cheeks and a red nose. The snow giving her a nice flush.

"Find," she grumbles as she makes a snow ball for the middle part. After an hour or so, you and your lover we're just running around in the snow. Having made a snow family, and even using all of the food dye in your house to make them rainbow, you were both freezing. Neither one of you would be the first to go in.

You squeal as you are hit with a snow ball in the face. You brush the cold off of your face as another hits your shoulder. You turn around to see your lover, clearly amused with herself, with a pile of snowballs in her arms.

You scoff as she throws a few more. "how childish," she smiles. You knew her answer was going to be a fun one.

"Says the one who made the snowman's bright rainbow," Robin chides and you feel the familiar cold of getting hit in the face.

"It's gay Robin," you decide. She laughs at your joke. You had both been dating for almost a year; a whole year; before anybody found out. And it was only because you were making out at Steve's. It was risky (and you got caught) but it was funny.

Steve was shocked, he only knew Robin was gay. So he had been hitting on you for a while. Robin still uses it as blackmail. Anytime she wants a different movie than Steve, 'you hit on my girlfriend' is brought up.

You reach for a handful of snow to throw back but pull your hand back with a hiss. You see some blood in the snow and a little piece of an aluminum can that got mowed over.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" As concerned as ever, Robin let's out something between a squeak and a gaso when she sees the blood. Oh, shit. You apply pressure and begin to walk to the house.

"YN, are you okay? Oh, my god. What if get tetanus? That is my second highest fear. I don't think you show signs immediately though. Do you have a fever yet? I think that's the first sign," Robin rambles as you smile and open the door.

"I'm fine, I've had my shots," you remind as you both ditch the winter gear and robin grabs the first aid kit.

"That's what Steve said about rabies from those bats!" Robin says with a look of pure horror as she begins to clean your finger.

"Baby, Steve didn't get rabies," you remind. She was going to freak the fuck out. It was robin, you loved her; she could be a bit much sometimes.

"Oh shit, sorry," she mumbles as you hiss from the feeling of antiseptic. She quickly dabs and wraps your finger with a sigh of relief.

"All done," she says and kisses your finger before wrapping you up in a big hug, "I was so scared," she whispers into your hair.

"Hey, nothing will ever happen to me as long as I have you," you remind and pull back enough to kiss her head.

#robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley #robin x reader #robin buckley is a lesbian #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 5 #stranger things fix it #Fix it fix #stranger things angst #stranger things blurb

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gallawitchxx · 10 months

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getting to tag game tuesday right away this week because i cannot keep @celestialmickey or @energievie waiting & i also have real life responsibilities to attend to 😔 BUT FIRST --

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name: bee 🐝

age: 30, flirty & thriving ✨

pronouns: she/her, but also in a genderless way lmao idkkk 😅

tell me about one of your hobbies: i'm about to have a future hobby as i just picked up a sewing machine from my parent's house last weekend 🧵

what languages do you speak? english & conversational french 🗣

one of your comfort movies: elizabethtown ⚱️

do you have any kids? do you want any? nope & nope. i think i'm okay with just raising my lil pup!

cold weather or hot weather? hot bayybeee ☀️

you're at an amusement park. what ride are you going on first? ooooh it depends on which amusement park i'm at, but likely some kind of coaster! the bigger, the better! how about a loop-de-loop? 🎢

what's your go-to hairstyle/how do you wear your hair most days? it's usually pulled up into some kind of messy bun, but recently i've also been loving having it down with a big ole headband! 💃🏼

who was your top artist in your spotify wrapped/apple music replay in 2022? MUNA 🥰

you've just been handed $1000 but you have to spend it on clothes. where are you shopping? i do love a good secondhand store, but i think if the money's just been handed to me, i'm going to anthropologie 🤘🏼

wireless or corded headphones? wireless, over-the-ear chunky boys 🎧

finally, tell me something that sparks joy: over the weekend, we drove up to my hometown for an engagement party & it's so nice to be in such close proximity again! it makes me feel like every visit doesn't have to be this HUGE EVENT, which i also think will help with some of the strange post-lockdown mess we've been navigating... a big blessing! 💫

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tagging @squidyyy23 @thisdivorce @heymrspatel @gardenerian @metalheadmickey @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @howlinchickhowl @harrowhark-a-vagrant @iansfreckles @y0itsbri @grumpymickmilk @grumble-fish @sleepyfacetoughguy @too-schoolforcool & whoever else wants to play! i love you all! xx

#but seriously if you have any good sewing tutorials please send them my way 🥳#beecy thank you for always keeping us involved! ily!#tag game tuesday

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wearequeer-andwearehere · 4 months

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can i be a lesbian who uses he/him pronouns? my reasoning for this is:

i am afab, i like girls, and i do not want to medically transition. i cannot even wear a binder and stuff as I’d like to for a good many years until i’m out of my parents house. i don’t use labels for my gender but if i did have to label my gender identity it would be something like genderfluid and agender. i dont feel like i have a gender but i fluctuate between feeling like i want to present masculine and use he/him, like i wanna present adroynous and use they/them, like i wanna present as feminine and use she/her. but i feel masc presenting and comfy w/ he/him most of the time. however, i’m only out to like two people, and both of them, while queer or a good ally, still see me as a girl bc i go the same girls school as them, cant present as masc, etc. and it’s obviously the same everywhere else - society, friends, family, treat me like a girl, even if i’m not one. i grew up as girl, i feel like - i only started feeling like i wanted to use he/him and present as masc in my late teens. and i like girls! i love girls. and my love for girls and for women is so shaped my the fact that i spent most of my life as a girl (feeling like one, that is), so shaped my the fact that society and friends and family perceive me as a girl even tho i’m not. that’s why calling myself straight would feel…. wrong, at least to me, you know? bc. yeah. i do wanna present as masc and use he/him pronouns most of the time. but i’m never really gonna be seen as a boy by most people. i wasn’t a boy for most of my life. and my love for girls and women is shaped so much by those two things that i feel comfortable with the term lesbian, while simultaneously wanting to be addressed by he/him pronouns. so, like….. it feels so awful, i feel like such a terrible person. bc i’be spent so long fighting myself out and now that i finally feel like i’m comfy with my identity i don’t actually feel comfortable at all, i feel like i’m hurting women, or i’m stupid. i just saw a post the other day that said smth like ‘while every1 can identify as they wish it bothers me that he/him ppl use the term lesbian, as women need a term solely for women who like women’ which, like. i feel terrible about. women have been through so much already for all of history, there’s a reason l comes before g in the acronym, and i don’t wanna stomp on them and all the progress they’ve made, i don’t want to be a bad person…. But at the same time, oh god, after years of trying to figure myself out, i finally feel like i have. and i’m happy with that fact, really happy. but i’m also so angry at myself bc i don’t wanna harm the community by using a label that maybe doesn’t belong to me…? is it ok for me to use the term lesbian and he/him pronouns, or should i just… not? idkkk😭

Of course you can man fuck yeah!!!!!! You can do whatever you want forever of course you can be a he/him lesbian!!!!!!

You’re not a terrible person, you’re not stupid, and you’re not hurting anyone. A lot of lesbians have complex relationships with gender and aren’t just Cis Women. You can be a masc lesbian, be agender and genderfluid, and use he/him!! The Queer Police aren’t gonna break your door down homie do what feels comfortable with your identity!!

There’s a long history of he/him lesbians and you’re not hurting anyone. If you wanna use he/him, use he/him.

The foundation of the queer community is to allow people to express themselves, be happy and comfortable in who they are. You’re not harming anyone in the least—you are what this community is all about. Be who you are, and if who you are is a lesbian who wants to use he/him, go ahead!!!!

Sending love, and I hope I could help you out <3

#ask #anon #helping out a questioning person

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tankgotstuckinthecircusgate · 4 months

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for the art ask thingy you reblogged, mayhaps 8, 12, and 17? (don't feel pressured to do them all)

ty for question! there will be a lot of text below bc i like to talk about my art or myself😭 i'm an egocentric😭

8. What do you like most about your own work? It's hard to say, because i criticize myself a lot or treat my art like idkkk things i have to do while i'm still alive?? like creating (anything) is literally the meaning of my life so my work to me it's kinda like a "vacuum the apartment" item in to-do list. you vacuum your apartment, delist it, and then forget about it forever but if to think a little deeper it's hmm i like the style in which i’m drawing rn, though i’m still not really happy with it. but this whole styling thing is super hard to me after years of academic art 💀 if im super tired my hands automatically draw something realistic and this really upsets me bc i don't want to draw realistic things :( i don't post many original art here, but i love the sense of freedom it have, that i’ve worked very hard for and still working on it! like replacing "how to do it acceptably?" with "how i want it, how i feel it and how to do it honest" in my mind. honesty and sincerity are the most important things in my life, work, people etc. there are many problems with this now because of the russian laws and autocracy, which has long been more like totalitarianism. i have a hard time saying and doing what i think, constantly having to go around/come up with metaphors/not putting something out there at all, even changing ideas and plots. it disgusts me, i hope i can emigrate in the next two years or so, freedom is a key value for me and ok if to be more abstract, i like the fact that I draw/etc for myself, i.e i create something that i lack in this world. every time it gives me a feeling of satisfaction (though it doesn't last long) that "there! at last I see what i wanted, what i craved to see". i.e actually i work from "i don't like what there's rn, i want to see it differently, I want to do it other way". as if the store didn't have clothes in your size and and you'd have to sew your own

12. Show your favourite drawing from this year

i realize that this question implies one drawing, but idc and will show several instead of just one :^) the first drawing that comes to mind is this! well it's not exactly a drawing ofc but still. it's one of 54 illustrations for the play "the shadow". i love this work very much (text here says "your country is like every country in the world" in different languages, and on the color block the phrase is "it's all so mixed up", it's quotes from the play)

and three more illustrations for the same play! best part of this year in terms of art is probably that i finally got into lettering. although it's not lettering in the classic sense here, like these lettering aren't meant to be readable, i just think the letters are very pretty:^)

and the last one. this fanart turned out to be very important for me! i drew it some time after my diploma and finally for the first time in a long time allowed myself to loosen up and not think about what others will think. thanks to this art i realized in which style i wanna work:^)

17. What inspires you?

almost anything tbh. movies, books, theater, songs, science, news, colors, clothes, people, whatever in personal projects, it's usually a reflection on current events/experiences talking to people and their stories inspire me a lot on a more simple level: music/songs. i believe that any visual composition is music (even Kandinsky wrote about it and he himself considered his abstract works as painted music). So rhythm, intonation in songs and other things inspire me af. i always make playlists for every big project im working. it's not even about the lyrics of the songs, it's about the vibe/mood they give. (i had an exhibition this summer with illustrations for "the shadow" and like i put a disco projector there and made a 6 hours playlist 😭 bc all the illustration were based on music (and i hate exhibition snobbery, pseudo-intellectualism, and in general when people consider themselves superior to others. i also think that looking at pictures without music is boring) aaaaand i'm also inspired by the words themselves? (you can notice in the pictures above, haha). sometimes by the meaning they carry, sometimes just by the way they look. and the letters inspire me bc that, again, is music to me. the rhythm, the plasticity, the contrast. i just love letters ahahh

thanks again for the question and hope it was interesting! have a good day/night/morning/etc ! 💞

#girl when she got a chance to talk about herself: 📢📢📢📢

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I'm going to share with you one of my bedtime scenarios ☁️✨ (this isn't like a request or anything, I'm just sharing my fantasies because we're all besties here)

but basically the main girl (it's not even based on moi or anyone really which is weird I know) is basically like awkward but not in that annoying quirky way. basically just someone who's not very good at being social unless comfortable. she's bland and pretty much like the other girls. sounds rude but I'm getting somewhere with this lol she's self aware and she knows that she's a bit boring and it would be okay if she was happy with it but she feels like her life is a bit boring and there's something missing. she's not a good girl but she's also not slutty - again she's bland. she has had like one or two serious relationships and although she has done stuff, she has never let any man fuck her. and she's not necessarily waiting for the right guy or something like that, she just doesn't want to regret it. and men are pigs so y'know. she's also not too worried about it simply because society makes such a big deal out of it that I want my girl to not care. and also because her past experiences weren't bad but they also weren't great. she didn't experience that bliss that everyone seems to experience which made her sort of not care too much about sex (I just love the whole "Matty just does it better than every other guy" so much lol) after stumbling upon a particular filthy post on Tumblr or Twitter, she becomes interested in bdsm and all that (nothing too hardcore).

blah blah blah

after researching for months she finally decides to stop being a coward and go to one of those private sex clubs (and this may or may not be based on a particular irl club lmao don't judge me). and basically they give you a bracelet with a specific colours and beads and they have meanings. her bracelet was white because it was her first time there (like karate 😭). her bracelet beads code for: virgin (no one's obligated to disclose that information, of course, but they encourage you to do it because (a) it's a sex club, no one's allowed to judge and (b) it's supposed to provide a layer of safety but what actually happens is that it attracts a lot of creeps and people only make the mistake of adding this bead to their bracelet once), inexperienced (when it comes to bdsm and that environment in general), switch (she's a sub but she is still in that "idkkk" phase) and open to meet people (some people are like "claimed" by someone else, only do scenes with one person, want to pursue instead of being pursued, or they just don't feel like socializing or whatever).

while she's taking care of the bracelet and all that with the front desk people, Matty is ordering a drink and he's been a regular for a while now so there is a level of familiarity with the bartender. Matty is 34 here and he just doesn't see the fun in this anymore. not even in a "I wanna settle down" type of way. he's had relationships and if they are into it, okay. if they aren't into it, also okay. he never had commitment issues, just hasn't met the right person I guess. anyway he just misses having a connection with someone. the bartender knows it and they talk for a while (how's the audience aka me supposed to know if they don't talk lmao) and then one of the girls Matty does some scenes with sometimes shows up and they go somewhere.

later, the main gal goes to the bar and orders like a soda or something without alcohol. doesn't matter. the bartender is super nice, you can tell that he enjoys his job and talking to people. so he immediately notices that she's getting attention because of her bracelet and tells her it was a mistake. it's not a lot of attention but it's starting to overwhelm her and making her feel weird. she's not the kind of girl people usually notice. so she leaves that area and tries to find a quiet place.

while she's roaming around the place she finds this area with normal hotel-like rooms but the walls are glass and you can see everything that's happening inside the rooms and that's the whole point - it's for people to watch. and again it's a bit overwhelming because there's too much going on at the same time: not only the people inside the rooms having not so vanilla sex but also the people outside. so she sort of takes a step back and she notices one room in particular: the room where Matty and the other girl were in. in my head, Matty isn't the kind of guy to like fuck the girls he plays with especially during a scene that involves voyeurism. I think unless he has an established/consistent connection with someone, he sticks to playing with the girls he casually does scenes with and he enjoys seeing them enjoying themselves so yeah. but idk, depends a bit on my mood tbh. the thing is that basically what the main girl sees is this really hot guy focusing on the girl (rare sadly) and as always more guys tend to go to these places than girls so the audience consists mostly of guys who are focusing on the girl and even the girls there are focused on the girl because Matty's doing stuff to her so makes sense. but she can't take her eyes off of him and he's good at what he does so he's just focusing on the girl and not on what's happening outside the room but when they are done he turns around and sees the girl looking at him with a bit of a dumb look on her face and he's intrigued because she looks so shy and surprised but how can she be when she dragged herself to that place. it's a bit paradoxical and I'm gonna shut up now lol goodnight

HELLO??? this was a whole ass blurb like there was characterization there were scenes there was exposition for the audience (you)😭 i love it why was it literally a bedtime story To Me. kicking my feet while i’m reading

so what happens next anon😁😁

#another role reversal blurb i love this trend #ask

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