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alllgator-blood · 14 days

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ohh my goodness can you pls pls pls do a brush tour?? i love ur art so so much its so cruncy >:]

Yes I can, I appreciate your interest!! I use paint tool sai 2 which is kind of archaic, but I've been drawing on a wacom pen and touch small + using paint tool sai since 2012 and I'm too stubborn to move onto something better. I actually only use three brushes so I've made a little drawing where I only use one brush per character to show the differences:

Gonna put the screenshots of the brush settings below the cut cause it got longer than I expected:

I drew my three big faves cause frankly I am sick of looking at kallamar and narinder's smug faces lmaoooo ANYWAY. GOING FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, WE HAVE THE CHUNKY BRUSH. I use that brush for messily coloring things in, doing big blocky background shapes, or just adding texture to a drawing. It's my favorite brush to paint with but I have not....finished a painting for this blog yet...

Then for the crunchy brush, it's a tool I use half for lineart and half for coloring. I use it for stuff like changes in fur color/markings, drawing all the lines in the backgrounds I do, and finer details the chunky brush can't handle. It's also the lineart tool I use for my drawings where the lines are all on the inside of the chararacters but not the outside!

As for the smooth brush, this one only ever gets used for lines but it was created when I was so bored of my lineart tool I stopped drawing for a while. I wanted a calligraphy pen and had to work around SAI's limitations, so while it doesn't have that thin-thick angular effect that calligraphy pens have....I manually apply the pressure and it looks passable enough. I hope.

The brush settings are visible in the pics but uNFORTUNATELY I DO *NOT* remember where I got my stupid brush pack from. I literally downloaded the files before I was even a teenager but I *do* remember they're from deviantart. If anyone is for some reason kicking and screaming to acquire this ancient, crusty brush pack I'm sure I could throw it in a google drive

I have other useless information about my process if any of this is remotely helpful: for the anaglyph effect on my lines, I literally take a full 120 seconds to copy+paste two copies of my lineart, color it red and cyan, and then slightly move them up+down beneath the black lineart to get that 3dish effect. My flat backgrounds are just another sai preset texture, usually the checkerboard one cause it's swag. The rest of my brushes are just for utility or to fill in the gaps, that scroll bar leads to a bunch of empty space. They're not worth showing off just because they don't ever get used, or it's just like. The bucket tool. The select tool. A binary pen I never use. And lastly, for my usual lines, I actually go back and mess them up myself to get them to look more chaotic...my lines are usually smooth + even but it's so boring to look at and time consuming that I'm trying to unlearn that.

here's a wip of what my lines USUALLY look like with the smooth brush. You can see for the background I mostly used the chunky brush for shapes and then the crunchy brush for the finer lines! But yeah it takes forever to do smooth lines because I have nerve damage in my arm (it's why my stabilizer is maxed out...) and I refuse to use the line tool. In a professional setting I definitely make sure my lines are polished but this is just my goofy fanart blog and I want everything to look like it's been laced with crack.

I HOPE ANY OF THIS HELPS?? OR JUST SATES YOUR CURIOSITY, I try to not gatekeep the way I do my art so I have literally no secrets tbh

#not sure how to tag this one uhhhhhhhh

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arolesbianism · 4 months

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Alright I have an oni tag now 👍

#rat rambles #oni posting #I was mostly procrastinating out of denial but yeah no its here to stay for a while at least #I tagged some of my oni posts with it but not all of them cause I cant be bothered #but yeah uhhhhhh tee hee #I am slowly assimilating the scientists into my blorbo pool ellie and joshua I am coming for you #oh also I read some of the story trait logs and uhhhhhhhh heyyyyy gravitas you weren't intentionally starving your employees were you hahaa #hey gravitas banhi and ren got out of the sub sub sub basement right. right. Right.#hey klei did yall go there or am I just looking with doomsday tinted glasses #either way 13 days is quite some time to go without eating rip to those guys #it was reading that that made me want to do my own logging btw Im still gonna do that but not tonight #I spent enough time today just getting everything unlocked so I can look at it in the first place #and I still have some stuff to unlock that Im not quite sure how to because as far as I can tell its not logged anywhere #tbf I didnt look super hard so Ill have to dig a bit deeper tomorrow if Im still struggling with it #I mildy worry it involves doing the same story event in multiple playthroughs tho #well the mysterious hermit one doesnt and I think the fossil one doesnt #but idk abt the other ones alas

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jellydishes · 22 days

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tagged by @broodsys, tagging @skeletonsgeorg and @neonhoneycomb and @diroxy

1. How many works do you have on AO3 uhhhhhhh hang on i gotta combine three different accounts lol. ANSWER: 209

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 383,402 + 194,512 + 6,876 = 584,790

3. What fandoms do you write for? Dragon age 2 and Transformers, mostly, but i randomly branch out on occasion

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? uhhh on my main account?

misfiled, a magnus archives fic, with 314 kudos

mama said there'd be days like this, a bojack horseman story with 246

the trick is not to look down, an avatar: the last airbender fic, with 227

two truths, a disco elysium nsfw story with 184

only our enemies leave roses, an umbrella academy fic, with 177

(bonus round, i won't be linking these bc it's my forbidden account, HOWEVER: 173, 124, 118, 114, and 111 kudos for the top five)

5. Do you respond to comments? i do! often very very late because of my social anxiety, but yes

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? uhhhhhhhhh OH! that would be one breath, two

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? offhand??? maybe bone meal

8. Do you get hate on fics? fairly regularly for my forbidden account, yes, i just got a nasty comment last week

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? every couple of months, yes. typically m/f or f/f in general, [REDACTED] for my forbidden account

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? very occasionally. i did a final fantasy seven/fire emblem or a while back, which fulfills both criteria

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? idk? probably, but i don't worry about it very much

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not to my knowledge

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? yup! i worked together on a couple dragon age fic before, for instance, as well as on my second forbidden account lol, this one specifically for transformers

14. What's your all time favorite ship? uhhhhhhhh idk probably bethany hawke/literally anybody

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? the sequel fic for believe it's easier for you

16. What are your writing strengths? dialogue and characterization

17. What are your writing weaknesses? action scenes and plot

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i mean if i knew another language sure

19. First fandom you wrote for? uhhhh either yuyu hakusho or h*rry p*tter

20. Favorite fic you've written? idkkkk uhhh potentially silhouette, which is a hard fic to pitch to people but it's the fic that first saw me experiment with writing an nd protagonist back in the day, so i have a lot of affection for it

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hylfystt · 2 months

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tag people you'd like to get to know better!

tagged by @pinkfey & @druidgroves thank you lovelies muah!!

LAST SONG: labour - paris paloma. been a little obsessed with her recently tbqh. notre dame is another favorite.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: yellowstone. i'm almost done with s3. it's definitely a wild show. i can't tell half the time who or what i'm actually rooting for. in actual love with beth tho.

THREE SHIPS: leida/aymeric - thinking about the eventual post-dawntrail wedding & potential retirement. chris/phi - they are always on my mind recently tbh. been thinking a lot about how things shake up in the village era. [redacted]/[redacted] - um. no comment on this. it's half-baked ideas mostly so i'll throw in hypatia/deacon - bc tbh they always make me insane. where do the lies stop and you begin? you sure as hell don't know, but maybe one person does.

FAVORITE COLOR: green. but also purple.

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: water. had pizza for dinner earlier! and cheesy bread!

FIRST SHIP: oh god. uhhh. i guess i remember being very invested in arya/eragon back in the day. like waaaay back in the day. don't remember a damn thing about those books but i remember liking arya.

PLACE OF BIRTH: california!

CURRENT LOCATION: texas

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: engaged baybeee!!!!!!!!

LAST MOVIE: uhhhhhhhh.......OH. resident evil death island. watched it with friends when they were visiting a few weeks back!

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: nothing :( but i wanna do something with phi soon. maybe a post-mansion snippet.

tagging @lavampira @scionshtola @coldshrugs @myreia @galadae @thevikingwoman @avallachs @birues @drekkarstar @erielake & anyone else who'd like to do this!

#sydney.txt

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haloburns · 8 months

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a collection of tag games

hi hello i have returned from the dead (danny phantom puns abound, i know) i've felt like SHITE for months now, so i'm going to mass answer some tag games i've been tagged in by @jadenoryuu and @deathcomes4u (i know penner has tagged me in some but theyre not showing up in my notes??? i'll find them in my emails later and reblog)

these will all be under the readmore with the original post linked!!

Wip themes tag!

Core themes are in blue, minor themes are in orange (mostly because yellow hurts my eyes).

i uhhhhhhhhhh have so many wips, i'm not sure which one jade was talking about, but i'll use my invisobang!

enjoy the teaser! i'll be posting my invisobang next week!

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Author self-rec!!

This one is from death! i have 88 DP fics in two years, so uhhhhhhhh this one is a hard one. All titles are links directly to my ao3! (there's gonna be more than five, i'm sorry alkjsflksjdf)

First off:

Any thing from Phic Phight

2022 or 2023! Literally all of those are my favorites, I can't pick and I'm not adding them to my 5 because that feels unfair (to me).

of course i love you (it is my fault that you have not known it all the while)

this one was a dream-related idea i had, and it turned into danny and maddie working through the early stages of post-phantom-reveal relationship. it's one of my absolute favorites, and the title is from le petit prince, which is one of my all time favorite stories.

Summary:

Danny is still adjusting to his parents knowing his identity after the Disasteroid. It's...going. It's only been a few days, after all. But when Sam and Tucker go away on an academic convention trip, Danny's left completely alone for the first time since the accident and things do not go well. Danny does not cope well, and like usual, doesn't ask for help. Maddie finds him losing a fight he shouldn't be, but when she tries to help, she accidentally makes things worse and finds out just how bad things are for her son. She doesn't know a lot about all of this halfa business, but she does know that she loves her son. That has to count for something.

this is the moment (damn all the odds)

ohhhhhh i love this one. it's probably one of my first mateo-centric fics, and i wrote it while i had covid (lying on the floor, trying not to die, i wrote 4k and it was actually comprehensible) because i needed ghost light softness in my life. it's some early stuff as i wanted to flesh out their relationship a bit more. title is kudos to death, ironically lmao

Summary:

Mateo is hurt and a little stranded, and there's only one person he can call. Danny drops everything to help him, and that... that does something.

This is The Moment that he starts to view Danny in a different, more interested light.

there's no way out (i gotta hold you somehow)

this is a companion to "it's just another day without you (and i can't sleep)" but more zoomed in. another mateo centric fic that gives us a look into his pov during their week apart, and also gives us a peek at his family dynamic pre-this is the road to ruin. it wasn't SUPPOSED to be 5k, but i was having too much fun to stop. i love mateo with all my heart and i will continue to subject everyone to him until the itch has ceased

Summary:

Mateo is hurt and a little stranded, and there's only one person he can call. Danny drops everything to help him, and that... that does something. This is The Moment that he starts to view Danny in a different, more interested light.

when the nightmare fades

this is one of the earliest fics i came up with for this series. it changed A LOT. this is where danny and mateo's first kiss was supposed to happen, but the boys got out of control and that happened a fic or two ahead of time, so that changed the tone a bit. instead of it being so charged, it just became SOFT. it will forever hold a special place in my heart

Summary:

The terrible hunted feeling hasn't left Danny in weeks. Midterms are approaching, and the stress has finally caught up to him. A terrifying nightmare wakes him from his unrestful sleep, startling Mateo awake too. When Mateo asks if he's alright, Danny actually opens up instead of hiding away like normal.

quit telling everyone i'm (permanently) dead!

started as an ectober prompt that grew......wildly out of control. danny and teo go home to amity park for thanksgiving and shenangians ensue. it has lots of soft and cute relationship stuff that actually set me up for ANOTHER favorite of mine that ALSO grew wildly out of control

Summary:

Thanksgiving break is quickly approaching, and Danny really wants to make good on his promise to Mateo. So he invites him home for the holiday. It'll be the perfect opportunity to make up for the weekend he spent stuck in the Fenton house while Danny kinda-sorta almost died again. But, like everything else in his life, Amity Parkers don't plan on making that attainable for him, his friends and family included.

this is the road to ruin (and we started at the end)

honorable mention HAS to go to last year's invisobang. this is the end of the original pieces i had planned for the series, and it wasn't necessarily supposed to be the end, but up until posting it, that was all that i had originally plotted. a year's worth of work led me to that, and i could NOT be prouder of it. i've reread it quite a bit because i'm just. in love. maybe that's a little conceited, but i put SO MUCH effort into it, so i like to enjoy it from time to time.

Summary:

What goes up, must come down. Danny is forced to come down hard when Clockwork arrives with news he never wanted to hear. Now Mateo and their friends are in danger, and Danny has to be the one to figure out how to protect them all on his own. Mateo wants to help, but Danny's being too stubborn and ghostly to even think about accepting it. Tension between them grows as the new threat stalks closer, and Danny is forced to make a decision he's never wanted to make: kill or be killed.

my resistance was once much stronger (i can't go on like this much longer)

the follow up to "this is the road to ruin" in what was only supposed to be 10k max and ended up being just over 50k instead. it changed A LOT over the course of writing it, because i did a lot of character study in it. i will always love danny and mateo growing closer, even when they fight and don't communicate clearly

actually, the entire "road to ruin" arc up until "heaven's grief brings hell's reign" is my favorite. all of it. i'm just SO fucking proud of it.

Summary:

Danny's home for winter break, and that's all he wants: a break. But after a breakdown in front of his mom, and with the help of a certain meddling older sister, Danny reveals to his family what exactly has been happening while he was away at Berkeley. He hopes for some space from Mateo, because it'll make leaving easier in the long run, but one poorly timed phone call snowballs into Maddie inviting Mateo to stay with them for Christmas and Truce. Danny can't say no without revealing exactly why he doesn't want his boyfriend coming to spend the holidays with him, so he accepts. Now he has to balance his complicated jumble of feelings with Mateo being so close and so hard to ignore. So much for a break.

come back and let me hold you (darlin' i just got started lovin' you)

OKAY HEAR ME OUT i KNOW this is a country song title but a) i'm southern as FUCK and two) this song is SO FUCKING SWEET

i wanted to write something for ghost light recently but i needed it to be short, so i told myself i had to write less than 1k AND LO AND BEHOLD I DID. this is literally just post-heaven's grief sweetness. technically a song fic because i used the lyrics to craft the fic and maybe thats cringe, but i'm freeeeee so its whatever

Summary:

Danny and Mateo are settling into their new normal in their second semester after Christmas Break, and Mateo is reluctant to leave their little pocket of bliss just to attend classes. Danny convinces him to stay for just a little while longer.

this life is overwhelming (and i'm ready for the next one) & underneath your skin (the ghost within)

these go together, and they're just so different from what i normally write, but they're REALLY fucking good in my humble opinion. pitch pearl has a grip on me, too, and i've been writing some absolute BANGERS with them

Summaries:

Danny just wants everything to stop hurting. His parents are too obsessed with getting their ghost portal up and running to notice that he's struggling to adjust to high school. They definitely don't notice when things take a dark turn and a few new scars crop up. When they fail to get the portal up and running, it's like their children don't exist at all. Everything that had been building in Danny over the last two years finally snaps. Stepping into the portal with blood dripping down his hand had been an accident. The cutting part had been easy, but as the faint whine of a machine powering up reached his ears, he realized regretting all of it was so fucked.

AND

Danny's still alive, and he's not happy about it. After his halfway successful suicide attempt, Danny is living with the consequences of an activated Portal: ghosts targeting him, a new secret identity, and juggling high school. Things are not going well, until he discovers a new aspect of his ghostly self: his ghostly self.

Anything from Perky Beans Cafe

Emeralds and I are co-writing a coffee shop enemies to lovers au, and it's INCREDIBLE

Summary:

Phantom just wanted a hot chocolate... But Danny Fenton (aka Amity Park's very own Blue Hunter) has other ideas. Things do NOT go to plan, but neither party can say they're…unhappy…about the results.

the haunted museum job

a crossover fic that i'm STUPID proud of. i wrote it in like two hours and it's got some of the best character-voice writing i've EVER done. i would love to write mroe for it but alas the muse is in hiding

Summary:

The Leverage team has been tasked with retrieving an ancient Egyptian artefact from a small, Midwest museum. Easy job, won't take more than a Sunday afternoon to complete, and then they'll have more than enough cash and the favor of the Egyptian government on their side. But Amity Park is not your average Midwestern town, and they accidentally crash another team's heist and find themselves out of their depth very quickly.

HONORABLE MENTION

the magic that binds us series

DEATH STARTED THIS SHIT, AND IT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS TO WRITE holy SHIT i cannot wait to get back to working on it!! magic goth danny is BABEY

Summary:

Danny got into sleight of hand and showman's magic to spite his parents -- he never expected it to be real. It had started as a joke. His parents kept insisting ghosts were real and were convinced they were building a Portal to the other side just to prove it. Danny, being a little shit, had made a comment about the magic they must be working against to create said Portal. Then his mom had reprimanded him for believing in something as childish as magic. Danny was nothing if not a petty little bitch, so he decided that if his parents wanted to play that game, then they would play that game. He had no idea just what kind of game he was getting himself into.

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Little guy maker!!

enjoy this little mateo i made. he is ready for fall.

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Fic Stats Game!

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

I'm just doing my DP fics because I am NOT dragging myself like that alskjfdlksjdflksdjf

Most Hits

going...! to be in so much trouble... this is my first ever DP fic and the fic that launched me into my au......... surprised my dpxdc fic hasn't overwhelmed it, actually, but it's close!

Second Most Kudos

okay, well, it's the same fic as above, apparently, so i'm just gonna link the top kudos because it's the one that has the SECOND most hits, so like... it evens out, right??

stealing cars is a love language, too

Third Most Comments

oh wow, that's wild. i would NOT have thought it was this one!!

and they were history project partners

actually, yknow what. i'm not surprised alkdjlksdjf it's UFS adjacent, so that actually makes sense. plus it's a phic phight fic so like... yeah, that tracks lmao

Fourth Most Bookmarks

this life is overwhelming (and i'm ready for the next one)

also not a huge surprise there. it's an angsty gen dp fic, what did i expect?? lmao

Fifth Most Words

it's just another day without you (and i can't sleep)

i think this was my first BIG dp fic and it was just. pure. angst. also mateo au, so like.... that tracks

Fic with the Least Words

when you sneeze so hard you accidentally half-die in front of your boyfriend for the first time

this was crack that i wrote on my ten minute break during a particularly nasty allergy season bc i was GRUMPY. it's actually surprisingly popular, considering it's technically danny/oc fic.

OKAY THAT'S IT IM DONE SORRY FOR THE LONG POST AND LOTS AND LOTS OF LINKS LOVE YOU BYE

#danny phantom #ecto fics #my fics #my au #my writing #tag games #long post #readmore

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winch3stersgirl · 2 years

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Tag game!!

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better. I’m not sure I have 20 friends on here but I will tag some people!

Thank you @imaturtledontchaknow, @callalilycas and @mansplainmanipulatemalewife for tagging me!!

Name: call me winch3stersgirl ig-

Sign: Pisces

Height: 5'3

Time: like 10pm

Birthday: March 13

Favorite bands/artists: Too many to list cause my music taste is all over the place

Last Movie: Top gun: maverick

Last show: White collar

When I created this blog: somewhere in 2020 but I've been really active only this past year

What I post: honestly a lot of stuff, basically anything on my dash that i find interesting

Last thing I googled: cm to feet

Other blogs: none so you can imagine how chaotic this one is

Do I get asks: uh sometimes? not very often tho cause i don't do ask games (cause im sure no one will send asks-)

Following: i follow 447 blogs, and have 52 followers.

Average hours of sleep: uh well on weekdays(basically school days) like...3-4? on weekends and holidays i get like 8-9 hours tho

Instruments: used to take harmonium and guitar lessons, was really good at both but now i can play the harmonium ok-ish and I'm pretty well at the guitar

What I’m wearing: uh a blue top and black pants

Dream job: i have no idea, hopefully something secure that makes me wanna go to work everyday?

Dream trip: Greece, Rome, Paris, Italy actually

Nationality: Indian

Favorite songs: oh lol way too many

Last book I read: Uh i reread lightning theif by rick riordan cause i needed wanted to read a comfort book

3 fictional universes id live in: uhhhhhhhh hard to decide cause I'd just die in most of them but oh well..riordanverse, supernatural universe, marvel universe

no pressure tagging @mochachilled @lorileopard @ghostdrools @disneyprincesssamwinchester @violenceadvocate @anarchyforcanon @demonicsoulmates @demon-sneeze @the-slythering-raven @the-gray-ghosty @scenequeennatural @heavensmostadorableangel @restingdeanface @tomokarithedoggo @soulonoscopys @frenchfryfuckerruby @finalgirlsammie @hailmaryfullofdeath @love-you-like-a-brother @a-n-i-a-fan @kaurava-apologist @sherlocking-out-loud @on-the-outside

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agent-gravityfalls · 1 year

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Tagged by @lumalalu hiiiiiiii :3

if you get tagged in this, answer the questions that are written and make sure to swap out one (1) question at the end of it for the next person to answer. just to make it a creative group project bc why not

1. Are you named after anyone?

My parents bounce around archangel michael, my uncle michael, and the race car driver Michael Schumacher. I may try to carry some aspect over if i ever change my name to Jynx or just keep my middle name blu but idk.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I have no idea, its been a p long time

3. Do you have any kids?

4. What supernatural trait would you give yourself?

Shapeshifting would be super cool, i also think time control would be so so useful. But prob more shapeshifting

5. Whats the first thing you notice about people?

i guess hair but first thing that usually sticks is the way they talk and act.

6. What’s your eye color?

Used to be blue but now its p green

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I’m not very good with horror so i tend towards happy endings. I do like some more psychological stuff but i stull don’t watch that much.

8. Any special talents?

I’m really good at sneaking up quietly behind people, I think its because of all the running.

9. What traits in others draw you in?

Being passionate about stuff, especially less common stuff.

10. What are your hobbies?

Uhhhhhhhh i guess i play video games a good bit, OH WAIT DND DUH. Yeah definitely dnd and like other tabletop/board games

11. Do you have any pets?

2 Dalmations Carbon and Mercury who I miss so much

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

Recently I’ve been getting into rock climbing and have cycled and snowboarded on and off for a bit. as for have done that is an exhaustive list of things i tried for a bit then dropped but the highlights are a shit load of running, karate and fencing for brief periods and id love to get back into, skateboarding is fun but im really bad at it, surfing would be super cool if i lived closer to surfing water instead of like occasionally a great lake being decent for it.

13. How tall are you

5’9, 6’7 with my favorite boots tho!

14. favorite subject in school?

Architecture, mythology was also fun but i was super bad at writing

15. Dream job?

Some form of public planner/architect is what I’m working toward.

Gonna replace #3 with Place you’ve always wanted to travel?

Though i don’t know anyone to tag with this so if you see it and wanna do it feel free

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thehungrycity · 1 year

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15 Questions, 15(?) Mutuals

Thank you @my-dumb-obsessions for the tag :)

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope, and I'm happy with that.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uhhhhhhhh... I rarely cry. I can't really remember.

3. Do you have kids?

Yes, two.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really. I am generally working to counter my resting bitch face/intimidating demeanor, so tend to avoid the sarcasm.

6. What's your eye color?

Brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Neither.

8. Any special talents?

Not really...

9. Where were you born?

Australia

10. What are your hobbies?

Gaming, writing, gardening, fibrecrafts - knitting, weaving, spinning.

11. Have you any pets?

Two cats, five chickens.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Was semi-decent at tennis.

13. How tall are you?

5'3" (one of two instances in which we still use the imperial system lol)

14. Favorite subject in school?

Ancient history

15. Dream job?

I'm not sure I agree with the idea of a 'dream job'... But I would and genuinely do do the same things that I do in my job for funsies, so I think I'm in a pretty good place.

Not tagging anyone - do it if you want. :)

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sallertiacallidus · 1 year

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Tagged by @grimalkinsquill! (and also @purrfectlypunny before I could finish it on the first tag, lol [I had to go to sleep :p])

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag people! (If you don't have 10, that's okee! Just post what you can! <3)

Tagging: @applebearly, @coracries, @amystarsmith (if y’all want to), and, uhhhhhhhh, anyone else who feels like it?

It’s Just… I Wish Someone Would Listen - Chapter 2

And whoever that person was, couldn’t be farther from who Félix was now. He remembered vestiges. Of not having as many heavy, paralyzing, thoughts. Of being able to approach others out of his own volition. Of talking. Then a giant fog of uneasiness and unsafety, then his throat getting more and more clogged up as the years went on.

Rumpus, Ruin, and a Third One

“Cut it out, Knick!” he snarled to the goblin smacking his head against the wood. “Denting your thick skull won’t help us.” He knocked his own head for emphasis. “We gotta think.”

“Yeah!” Knick threw hands. “Because thinking has always helped the captain! Thinking has never disappointed the Goblin King! Thinking has never made Wuvvy demand satisfaction for making Rue cry!” He jumped high at the end, pulling at his ears.

Trickster - Chapter 5

He sighed after confirming no page had been wrinkled or ripped and turned to scowl at his deskmate, only for it to fall at the red-faced and slightly disheveled Dupain-Cheng muttering under her breath. Her hands shook as she tried to take out her materials, making pencils, papers, and a cookie fall around her, irritating her even more, which made her drop more materials.

Félix blinked out the flashing thought of a bottomless bag that’d never let this cycle end and waved a hand in front of her face. Her eyes focused on his hand and he slowly took a hold of her shaking hands so that she’d follow his movements and pull away anytime she wanted; but she didn’t, and the cycle was successfully broken. With his other hand, Félix began to pick up the fallen objects.

A Pretty Special Date

And she didn’t need to pretty herself for him, but she wanted to; even if he only took her for a walk around the public park, she wanted to look as pretty as he made her feel.

Technicolor Phase

This was one of the scarier movies. The kind that made Félix’s eyes gleam at the details like the green from the grass right after a rainstorm. That hooked his breath out of his lungs like a gray snowstorm right before the tension released the bright aurora—that, in this case, would most like be colored in a gory red. She knew all of that because of how closely she watched him, she had no idea what was going on on the screen.

But instead of snorting or poking him about his little eeps and arghs, she just smiled and felt the thud of the evening stars wanting to burst out of her chest and replace the gory blood from the movie’s scene. And when Félix clutched her arm, she was almost sure the DUM from the sound speakers was exactly that happening.

City of Fools - Chapter 1

It felt dirty, to simply run away from her home while it fell apart, when, maybe, she could be there, doing more for it. She helped her maman to make the amnesia potion, but that was it; she took herself out of the picture after that simply because it was too painful to continue being there. So she draped herself in blue and ran away to somewhere she wouldn’t be in direct contact with that pain.

The Mouse’s Tale: of the Twilight

When Mullo found the first piece of cheddar on the counter, she had assumed it had simply been forgotten there by Marinette. But the Parmesan plate seemed very intentionally placed in front of the door covered in glittering stickers.

Bridgette’s gray eyes—dimmer from the nighttime and brighter from her ecstasy—peeked through the door’s breach, smiling crinkles creasing their edges as she gazed at the small mouse sniffing at the Parmesan. Mullo waved at her and took the food to a crane on the ceiling.

Stray Cats - Chapter 2

She scrunched her nose. After seeing how he took care of his little brother, thinking of him as the “blond jerk” didn’t seem right. Just like letting him go out in this rain with his little brother, when he obviously didn’t have where to go, ticked her off with wrong, wrong, wrong, for several reasons.

A thunder roared out.

Even the sky agreed.

Symphony of Lights - Chapter 1

A laugh escaped her. Hundreds of bells tinkling in harmony with the glistening in her eyes as she took him in. He focused back on what his face was doing and made it give her a smile he hoped conveyed his delight at seeing her well enough—because he was; even if there were others, harder to discern, emotions sizzling his brain.

Alternative Cuisine

“Just jelly!” She took a seat across from him, putting an elbow on the table and placing her chin on a palm. “Come on–” She pushed the tray to him. “The taste is divine, you have to try it.”

He arched a brow at her. “Did you taste it first?”

She bit the inside of her cheeks.

Félix grabbed his book and stood up.

“Nooooooo! Félix, pleeeeaaaaaase!” She leaned over the table, pushing the tray aside as she grasped his wrist. “I need an impartial judge! I can’t criticize my own cooking properly.”

“Translating,” Félix said, groaning as he let her pull him back to his sitting position. “You need someone that still has a decent paladar.”

Marinette humphed and crossed her arms. “There’s nothing wrong with my paladar, thank you very much.”

“Love, you swear that crickets are just like crackers.”

“If they’re crispy enough, people can’t even tell the difference! And they have way more nutritional value.”

#tag game #all but one is from Miraculous Ladybug lol #and all of the ML ones has felinette #I’m a very narrow-focused writer #my writing #fanfic #I tried my best to choose segments with little paragraphs. but then I reached Alternative Cuisine and like. the interaction is what makes so #*the interaction is what makes that fic #goddamit

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lighthouseborna · 2 years

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬.

tagged: @khozmoh tagging: @hvndredstories uhhhhhhhh. I don’t know you pick and also anybody else steal it I used all my brain cells on this apparently and cannot think who else to pick s;fkjg;sljg

origins + family.

full name: Henry James Turner

date of birth: 12 June

age: verse dependent, typically early to mid twenties

social class: In the one way, working; in another, sort of high class or even royalty; in a third, different way, none at all, because he’s part of something excluded from the understood classes. It’s all very layered.

parents: William Turner II & Elizabeth Swann

siblings: technically none but also this is verse dependent (Maggie, his younger sister, appears in a couple)

physical + appearance.

height: 6′0″

weight: idk and i’m not gonna dig into charts. He’s sturdy. It surprises some people.

distinguishing features: Tall; not exceedingly so but...tall. He’s got a couple of distinct marks/freckles, in particular the one on his left cheek. The face scar, post canon, probably starts to become a thing. Oh and the necklace, the necklace is probably used to single him out. Also probably his mouthing off is probably enough to consider a distinguishing feature, really.

hair color: Medium brown; lifts to a golden blonde readily, with sun exposure.

eye color: Amber, though it tends to look like a medium brown a lot

what do they consider their best feature?: You know I know he knows that people consider him attractive but I don’t think he has any focal point for it? He’s also not really in the habit of like... dividing himself into parts or pieces that way?? Whether a particular person is more drawn to his eyes or his build or etc. doesn’t change the way that it’s him they consider attractive... if that makes sense?

style of dress/typical outfit(s): Casual and light and comfortable. He’s used to hot, humid climates and his style of dress reflects this; loose, light shirts and functional, nonrestrictive pants is the general ideal. You know what just [take this pinterest link.]

jewelry? tattoos? piercings?: Jewelry! Necklaces, usually gold, and bracelets, typically woven. He doesn’t like rings. [Tattoos.] He has several ear piercings but isn’t likely to get any others; he tends to wear simple gold hoops and the occasional jeweled stud, but not usually anything all that showy.

do they work out/exercise?: Not in like a... “I am going to go specifically work out” sense but he does practice skills that he needs for his (verse dependent but nearly always very physical) job, and as well many of his hobbies are physical in nature. He likes climbing, swimming, surfing, hiking, etc. The closest he gets to a traditional “work out” is sparring, and maybe running. This is not exactly the question but he would find weight lifting boring.

belief + intellect.

level of self esteem: Confident; that kind that makes him very comfortable, at ease with himself and in a given space. Self-trust more than any ego or pride. Occasionally a bit cocky but usually for the sake of teasing people.

known languages: English, Mandarin, a nameless pidgin language unique to Shipwreck Cove, some Malay, and Latin -> from the Latin, guesses at Romance languages. He reads English, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew.

gifts/talents: Unironically he is lucky. He is gifted with luck. I don’t know if it’s anything supernatural but it sure is a thing.

how do they deal with stress?: I think? Hard to get him to Stressed™ but when you do he is SO jittery and will look for an outlet for all that anxious energy. Generally his focus is on (re)solving the matter as quickly as possible to alleviate the stress. Distractions here aren’t really his thing. The longer something takes to resolve, the more likely he is to get overwhelmed; the more overwhelmed, the more irritable and impatient. (Which is hard for him to immediately recognize but when called out on it always takes note and steps down, tries to recenter.)

what do they do when upset?: Upset-sad tends to see him withdrawing to varying degrees, depending on how bad things are. He guards his hurts to work through them on his own, if he can, which usually involves some reflection and an idle task to occupy his hands (sketching, tying knots, very very rarely he’ll organize/rearrange things) while he thinks. Upset-angry tends to lead to things like arguments, sometimes fights. If he’s been steered away from picking a fight he might look for something physical to do, climbing running or swimming. Upset-panic sends him looking for reassurance; sometimes in the form of grounding experiences, sometimes in the form of distractions (especially when grounding just doesn’t seem to be working.)

do they believe in happy endings?: So much

how do they feel about asking for help?: That.. not that he shouldn’t, exactly, but he won’t unless he believes he cannot do something alone. Sometimes his judgement on this front is skewed and you have to insist on helping him anyway. This applies more to his emotional distress than anything else; he more readily accepts physical assistance and advice for planning than he will share emotional turmoil.

optimist or pessimist: Optimist

extrovert or introvert: Extrovert

leader or follower: He’s capable of leading, and in fact has a charm of warmth and clear, straightforward nature that would lend very well to a leadership role, galvanizing others toward him and toward action, and his headstrong nature lends to him making decisions rather than following orders. At the same time, his focus tends to be narrow (on ‘the little guy’ instead of the big picture) and his decisions often emotion driven, rash, chaotic. He often avoids and rejects leadership roles he is presented with. The general consensus seems to be somewhere in the middle: you want him somewhere where his passion and draw will be seen, heard, and he has the means to make impactful decisions, but you don’t want him in charge of everything or the first face you put forward in your diplomacy situations. You thank whatever god you pray to that he doesn’t want to topple you, because between his own strength and the people who would rally behind him, you would lose. It’s unclear if he knows this about himself.

makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Emotions all day every day. Keep your logic an statistics, he has no need of them.

spontaneous or planner: Loose plans sometimes, sometimes some very strict intentions, but ultimately more spontaneous decision maker.

thinker or doer: Doer! Dabbles in being a thinker, loves to ask questions, far more driven to do things about what he learned than continue to ponder.

organized or messy: Mmmm I. Would say organized, in the sense that things have places. I would not call him neat, however.

worrier or carefree: ...This is one of those ones where “Yes.” Carefree in regard to what a lot of people think he should worry about, worrier for his people to such extent you can easily use it against him.

artistic?: He’s got an eye for forms and a marked ability to sketch, but no desire to hone the craft or engage with it that much. Curious to learn about how others around him view art but not inclined to participate on his own. [He would not, really, consider storytelling an art.]

mathematical?: In almost strictly a ...geometric? forms-in-space fashion, spatial relationships, which he applies almost exclusively to sailing. He’s still (always) learning but he’s a steadfast navigator, relying on relative positions between bodies of land and his knowledge of currents, how far they extend, what direction they push you, etc. He doesn’t tend to think of it as mathematics. [”If we started at point A, sailed for X time, and Y is the current that hasn’t picked us up yet, then we’re between A and B here, and it’ll take another three days to get there.” It’s math, calculative, but it’s sailing. And notably all mental, he’ll never pull out a pencil to gauge distances.]

sex + intimacy.

current marital/relationship/sexual status: verse dependent but he really does seem to pick up casual or undefined relationships easily

sexual orientation (is it something they question or a secret): Prefers to describe it as fluid. I don’t know if he knows this in a fully aware fashion but it is (in a like.. 55/45 fashion) masculine-leaning. He doesn’t view attraction as something simply boiled down into an appearance or a trait or one something to label, but a question of yes or no; and that is also an answer that can change over time, or through connection, or simply because the answer changes. He does not question his attractions, he likes who he likes and wants who he wants, and does not care for anyone elses’ opinion on the matter save for the person he likes and wants. It is not... a secret, but he is capable of discretion. For instance, he knows better (esp. main verse) than to flaunt his interest in men before someone who could and would view it a transgression worth killing or imprisoning him for, but he is not shamed by their disapproval. Again; he doesn’t care what anyone has to say about it. It is how he is and that’s the simple fact of it.

views on sex (one night stands, promiscuity, etc): Very (very) sex-positive. Does not attach any particularly intense value to it in the sense of ‘saving’ or reserving it for deep emotional connections. It...... is fun. And a bit of a game, in many regards. That said, he knows full well it can also be very intimate and something to connect to someone with; there’s a lot of views on it and he doesn’t necessarily fully agree or disagree with any of them. He himself is more prone to familiar partners (more fun when you know each other’s preferences better) than offhand one night stands, but certainly does not object to one-off encounters.

ever been in love?: He’s definitely been intensely infatuated a few times, but nothing, I think, that lasted long enough to build into love™; lots of potential, always(!) honest dedication and good will, but I do not think it’s ever gotten all the way there

do they fall in love easily?: He is.. quite romantic in a sort of off-kilter way, and quite capable of forming crushes quickly, yes. He can build an interest before he’s even spoken with someone to be sure.

do they desire marriage and/or children in their future?: He has meh feelings about marriage. It’s complex but the short version is that he doesn’t think a person needs to be married to care for someone and share a life with them, and isn’t planning any such thing. He is still at a place where having children just literally has not occurred to him. It’s not that he does or doesn’t want them, he just... he’s not thought about it at all, really.

thoughts on public displays of affection?: He has no specific desire to start games in public, but he does have a little bit of that desire to show a partner off, and is prone to more tame gestures like hand holding and hugging, kissing, etc. Don’t start games you don’t really want to play, he will play them. He does not care who is looking. (Well. No ok he would behave if his parents were looking ;sdkfjg;sldkjfg)

how do they show affection/love to their partner?: Lots of physical gestures and physical nearness. Also very attentive and wants to offer to do things, go places, etc. for them. Mostly just wants... to share. Time and physical closeness and stories and jokes and-- Just. To be with them.

relationships.

social habits (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Very friendly and warm in a genuine fashion, but while his circle of acquaintances tends to be large, his circle of friends is much smaller. A lot of people probably consider him ‘friend’ and even aren’t wrong, he is friend to them, but it is also very true that there is an inner circle and it’s firm and exclusive. Tends to be somewhat divisive; for everyone who finds him charming and accessible, there is someone who finds him grating and unpleasant.

how do they treat others (politely, rudely, keep at distance, etc)?: Broadly, with kindness and/or respect until given a reason to treat them otherwise. He very very very rarely holds grudges, but those who find themselves on the end of one will find him closed off and terse, sometimes snappy.

argue or avoid conflict?: I don’t care for the way this contextualizes being confrontational as being argumentative, but that said argue for sure. He’s not going to try to start shit at every turn, it’s not picking things apart just to watch chaos ensue, but he has opinions and views he is confident in and will voice them. He is not the type to bite his tongue for the sake of being viewed favorably or maintaining some arbitrary nicety.

secrets.

dreams: I. Maybe the fact he doesn’t... really have one, now? He doesn’t know what to do with himself.

greatest fears: Possession— being used to hurt his people. Inflicting that damage. Even if/when they know it isn’t really him it just... No. Nope, no. He’s very afraid that there is... something sort of left behind and that it will, one day, take him over again. It’s founded mostly in anxiety and repression of the trauma. Mostly. :)

biggest regret: uhhhhh. Maybe like................... that it got to the point where breaking the trident was the only thing he could think to do? Not exactly that he did it, but that it had such a fallout (in. my verse I don’t talk about that is. Canon sweeps this under the rug s;lkdfjg;lsdjg)

what they most want to change about their current life?: Nah we’ve crossed that bridge, he’s good. He’s not so stoked about the residual possession stuff but he wouldn’t trade it away because that would mean he hadn’t been successful, y’know?

likes + dislikes.

hobbies: Rock climbing, hiking/exploring, swimming, chart making, reading and translating old stories, collecting things tied to curses and myths

indoors or outdoors?: Outdoors. Like sleep-outside levels of outdoors.

favorite color: Seems to favor blues and greens.

favorite smell: Sea wind. Brewing tea. Spicy food.

favorite and least favorite food: Curry! Loves a good curry. Least favorite probably something barely-digestible like hardtack.

coffee or tea?: Tea.

favorite type of weather: Sunny, breezy days, probably, but he’s partial to a good thunderstorm too.

favorite form of entertainment: Physical activity that offers him some sort of challenge, that he can improve at. He likes stories; books, sure, but especially stories told person-to-person.

how do they feel about traveling?: Yes please; too stationary too long tends to make him itchy. But he does, also, like having a home to go back to.

what sort of gifts do they like?: Whatever made a person think of him. It teaches him a lot, to see what a person presents him with in a “I thought of you” moment.

drugs + alcohol.

thoughts on drugs and alcohol: He considers them separate from each other. He is comfortable with alcohol and known to, from time to time, get a bit drunk and silly. He is not comfortable with drugs and has not tried them- he is under the view that they divorce a person from their autonomy, and his view is therefore strongly negative in regards to participating. He has.. a view on people who use them that isn’t strictly negative but isn’t exactly positive either. He does not approve, but he will generally live and let live (but he might pull a face about it.)

do they smoke? If so, do they want to quit?: Does not smoke and would not start.

have they ever tried other drugs (which, what happened, consequences): Nope, no thanks.

do they have any addictions?: I...don’t think so? Definitely not to any substances and I cannot think of any particular behaviors either.

other details.

most important/defining event in life to date: You know I really think it’s the sinking-himself-onto-the-mythic-ship-his-father-captains...captained? At any rate, it’s very indicative of him as a person. They were smart to introduce him to us that way.

daily routine: respectfully i just do not want to think through how to answer this. I also vaguely think he probably doesn’t really keep a schedule, though? Maybe a daily habit or two.

typical Saturday night: ;lskjd;gldjg verse dependent. He’s not really a go-to-a-party type of person but he also likes to socialize. Maybe going somewhere with a friend? Occasional hookup definitely a thing.

what is home like (messy, neat, sparse): Hearkening back to the “organized but not neat” question, think distinct lived-in vibes. Usually clean, but not spotless. Usually somewhat organized, but not neatly pressed or presented. Absolutely no pretense, he does not live in a catalogue. There’s a very visible quality to it- you can look at his space and sort of see what he’s been thinking about, what he’s been pursuing, where he’s been sitting to study (papers and reference on the table), which seat is the one he like to read in (there is a small stack of books nearby). His spaces also tend to be very warm and inviting, a place you are definitely welcome to come in and sit down. There’s a cat around somewhere and you can tell (in a good way not a stinky way s;dfljgs;lkj). There is at least once surface dedicated to “I will organize this later” that tends more toward chaos sometimes, but he always circles around to actually organizing it.

pets? if not, do they want any?: Most verses he has a cat, of the variety where he opened his window and a cat let itself in and stayed. He calls the cat Poseidon because he thinks he’s funny.

can they hold their breath for a long time?: ..probably?

do they know how to swim?: Like a fish.

can they cook (if so, how well and do they enjoy it)?: In theory. In practice he doesn’t usually have a lot of experience (the verse determines how much) and while he’s not a burns-water-trying-to-boil-it type, he wouldn’t be very comfortable attempting anything complex. He probably has a handful of simple things he can cook well and otherwise he’s more likely to pick up takeout or make himself at home in a local restaurant’s dining room (where they know him by name.)

#☩ chicken on a raft ( DASH GAME. )#☩ there's a light that never goes out ( HEADCANON. )

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hiramstolowitski · 2 years

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ofmd tag meme

tagged by @montygreen, tagging @lavender3lf and @pilotpower7

your name: max

how many sugars: i put an embarrassing amount of sugar in my tea. seven sugars is not unreasonable by my standards

characters you relate to most: lucius for sure and…ed, maybe? also stede a little bit?

otp? — ed and stede

notp? — izzy and stede. i respect where you guys are coming from but absolutely not

if you were a pirate captain, what would you call your ship? — i would call it russo. because then i would be able to tell people to tack russo. which would make no one except me laugh but the pun is worth it

what position would you have on a pirate ship (bosun, captain, powder monkey, master gunner, surgeon etc.) — can i just have lucius's job of walking around writing everything down? or just sit up in the crow's nest and look for other ships?

favourite ofmd fics or arts? — oh there was a really excellent fic about izzy as an artichoke that i keep recommending to people. unfortunately i haven't actually read a lot of ofmd fics. but here's mine i guess? just because there's no way i'm going to link it anywhere else

biggest wish for season 2? — another badminton sibling, some really weird shit to happen with izzy and ed, i don't care what i just want it to be messy and dramatic, and for ed to hear that stede is dead

favourite quote: m'NOSES is a classic. i also like izzy's "no, shut up" and ed's "not bloody optimal," "dickfuck no it's not," and the whole turtle vs crab bit

favourite minor character: how are we defining minor? if we can include people from the crew, roach. if not, probably mary

favourite episode: this is happening

has ofmd caused you to re-evaluate your gender: uhhhhhhhh. um. well. it might have. nothing ended up being different but there was definitely. some thinking. anyway

favourite cast/creator quote or interview: literally anything that comes out of con's mouth about this show. and when nathan posted the "if i woke up straight i would simply smack my head against a wall until i passed away" which wasn't about the show but was deeply relatable

do cats have knives in their feet? — yes. also frenchie needs a cat in season 2

song that makes you think of stede bonnet: st. augustine by band of horses

song that makes you think of ed teach: death wish by bowerbirds

song that makes you think of izzy hands: i hope you weren't expecting me to take this question seriously

#ofmd #i guess i do tag games now #this feels so 2018

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xiaophobic · 2 years

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ATLAS HI!!! sunny anon here and saw u being active recently so i dropped by to say hi >:] i hope ur doing well bae missed you soso much i got a new stuffed toy so the world is at peace! BUT ALSO I HAVE A QUESTION!! ive been thinking abt starting a genshinblr writing blog for the summer lately, and i was wondering if u have any advice or things you wish u knew when u started out or stuff like that🤔🤔 i have a draft of masterposts n shit like that but i wanna hear if u have any input ‼ -🌻💗💗

SUNNYYYY!!!!! OHMYGOD IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU ^^ y’know whats so crazy i also got a new plushie it’s a little tails that i kinda indirectly stole from one of my mentees (i work w kids AND IM GONNA GIVE IT BACK TO HER I JUST LOVE SONIC AND HES SO CUTE PLUS SHE GAVE IT TO ME I JUST FORGOT TO GIVE IT BACK)

also a revolution must be beginning because i’ve been manifesting you to start a writing blog all this time and finally my prayers are answered ohmygod 😦😦😦😦😦 WAIT THAT IS SO CRAZY YOUVE GENUINELY BEEN HERE SINCE LIKE I STARTED??? SUNNY YOUVE WATCHED ME GROW OHMYGOD WEVE EVOLVED TOGETHER IM GONNA CRY THATS SO CUTE ☹️ as for advice uhhhhh tbh i’ve been kinda winging it this whole time? i guess i would say my advice would be there aren’t any “rules” since it’s your blog and your writing y’know? something i often see writers stressing about is like not writing enough or feeling like their writing isn’t good when it so is, and that doesn’t really happen with me because i’ve engraved it in my mind that i didn’t have to start this blog! i wanted to and so i’ll write when i want to and that’s that! you shouldn’t stress yourself out over something that you started for your own enjoyment

ALSO YOU WILL FIND YOUR WRITING STYLE DONT WORRY i felt like i didn’t have a style for the longest time and like honestly if you go back and look at some of my old works you’ll see how much it’s changed because i was just finding it!!! and don’t try too hard to adapt to what you’ve seen others do, just write what feels best for you. oHMYGOD LOOK AT ME IM SO INSPIRATIONAL 😋

what’s something i wish i knew uhhhhhhhh ALWAYS MAKE SURE YOUVE ADDED TAGS??? IVE DONE THAT SO MANY TIMES BRO I POST AND THEN ITS JUST BLANK LIKE PLS what else 🤔 if you’re using tumblr mobile it will make you angry, always use pinterest for your themes, don’t compare yourself to your moots, queue doesn’t make any fucking sense, and have fun with it!!!!! YEAH!!!!! AND PLEASE LMK WHEN ITS DONE :DD

#🌻 — sunny !#i’m so excited!!!!!!#that was fun to like write out all that stuff ^^ made me feel like a veteran or something #BUT SUNNY WEVE BEEN THROUGH SM TOGETHER OMG #i hope you’re doing wonderful angel ^^#atlas.asks

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aalbedo · 3 years

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injured!tartaglia x reader (part 2)

part two of this

request: Hello I absolutely loved your one shot of Tartaglia helping an injured reader sdjgksjfkf if you don't mind I'd like to request a part 2 where reader asks him the story behind that big scar he pointed out? Maybe reader finds HIM injured and returns the favor and asks about his other scars while they treat his wounds?? Ahaha reader's just like "fuck I can't just leave you here to bleed out but don't you dare think this means I care for you or anything" lmao

format: two-parter (again, read part one first)

ship: tartaglia x reader

tags: fluff, reader is the traveler-ish (a completely separate character from aether and lumine, but still the traveler, does that make sense?), author forgets basic wound care halfway into the fic

warnings: blood, mildly graphic depiction of injury, stitches and needles

words: 3027

notes: hey so uhhhhhhhh i kinda went off the rails with this one, i didn't really follow the prompt in some points since uh... the part about the stories behind the scars... i kinda forgot about that... or like... eh you'll see, anyway, - banner still fucked up it will be fixed i prommy

Despite the high number of hilichurl camps, abyss mages, fatui agents, ruin hunters and ruin guards, Lisha was still one of your favorite places to explore, it was full of treasure chests to open, sweet flowers to pick and ore to mine. Plus, the atmosphere managed to still be peaceful, the open fields where the sun would shine uninterrupted for hours and hours on end were your favorite place to sit down and bask in the sunlight.

Your leg was still recovering from the tough hit you had taken a few weeks prior, which meant that you had to take more breaks while adventuring. Not that you would complain, taking breaks, putting some numbing cream on your wound, eating some reinvigorating food and drinking fresh water was just as satisfying as exploring.

After resting for about half an hour, you decided to get up, careful not to put any pressure on your injured leg. You threw your bag over your shoulder and walked north-west, towards the road to the chasm.

In the distance, you started hearing sounds of fighting, and as you got closer to them, you could see a tall figure fighting not one, but two separate ruin hunters, with a bow. It was too far away to see the person’s face, but you had half an idea of who it could be.

Then, out of nowhere, a bright purple flash, and in less than a second the ruin hunters were both on the ground, completely destroyed. Yep, it’s Tartaglia.

You thought about turning away and changing your direction before he could see you. You had already reluctantly thanked him for helping you that day, as well as paying for your medication out of his own pocket, but you still felt like you owed him a favor that you really did not want to fulfill. He was still the guy that almost destroyed Liyue, and made you fight for your life, despite everything.

Until you saw him fall to his knees, and as he turned to face your direction you could see his chest covered in blood.

You acted on instinct, ignoring your brain telling you to leave him alone, that he could tend to his own wounds, and you sprinted towards him. He may be an asshole, but you just want to avoid him, not leave him to die.

He was resting his back on a wall, head thrown back. Even from far away, you could see that he was breathing heavily. That same backpack you had seen on him the day he helped you was now sitting next to him, his left hand already rummaging through it.

His head shot up, he had definitely heard you coming towards him, his eyes widened as you kneeled down right in front of him and got a better look at his condition. You could see a cut crossing his chest, from his right shoulder to the middle of his torso, right over his heart. His grey coat was soaked in blood, as it pooled on the bend of his hips and slid down to the ground.

“So you do care about me.” he broke the silence, struggling to talk through heavy breaths and groans. He was completely out of breath, covered in blood, definitely in pain, and all he could think about was joking.

“I don’t. Just because I hate you, it doesn’t mean I want to see you dead.” You didn’t have time to get mad at him. “Also - I owe you a favor, I guess.” The only thought in your head was to help him, so you did not think twice before quickly unbuttoning his coat and undercoat and moving them out of the way.

You got a look at his chest and through the blood you could see several other scars, most of them looked years old, a few of them looked pretty large, carving his chest and abdomen. You wondered if his entire body looked like this, and why his face didn’t.

“Like what you see?” he joked again, his voice sounded hoarse, strained, very clearly struggling to talk. You sighed, couldn’t he just shut up for a minute?

You turned to your own bag to pull out anything you might need to help him. Potions, numbing cream and even a stitching kit laid next to you. You had bought the kit after that day, and started learning how to stitch wounds.

“No,” you dismissed him again. He whined quietly, you weren’t sure if it was because of your response or the wound.

All of the sudden, you felt… fear? Fear of what? Him passing out? And anger, at the fact that he wasn’t taking the situation as seriously as you were. He could easily die from this wound and all he was doing was making jokes.

You quickly started cleaning the blood with a cloth in one hand, while holding a bottle of antiseptic potion in your left, ready to pour it on top of the cut. You were being quick, passing your hand over his chest as fast as you could, trying to gather all the blood while avoiding the open skin, but there was so much of it that in mere seconds the cloth was soaked and completely useless.

You looked up at him and he was staring at the ground, his eyes completely unfocused. “Childe,” you called him and he squeezed his eyes closed, “try to stay awake.”

“Easy to say,” he muttered. At least he was awake.

You threw away the bloody cloth, and poured the antiseptic potion directly on his scar with no warning. Despite knowing that you were just helping him, a wave of guilt washed over you as you heard him cry out from the pain and throw his head back, wincing again when he hit the wall.

Half a bottle of potion and another clean cloth drenched in blood later, the wound had completely stopped bleeding, and you finally breathed out all the tension you were holding in your body.

His face, and body, were completely pale from the blood loss. His mouth was agape, eyelids half closed - looking at you, he sighed, barely letting any air out. You glared back, but by the way his head was positioned, you couldn’t help but look at his lips, the way they moved slightly every time he breathed out, they seemed so… soft, sweet. You brushed aside a thought that had snaked into your brain. His mouth curled up and he barked a laugh, but he stopped immediately and groaned again. Had he noticed that you were looking?

“Don’t laugh, it’ll hurt you,” you reminded him as you threw away the second blood drenched cloth.

“Sure,” he replied, voice still strained. “Whatever you say.”

You find a third cloth, the only clean one you had left, used some water from your bottle to make it damp and used it to wash your hands.

“Don’t talk either,” you looked at him as you opened a small glass jar containing numbing cream. “What were you thinking, being here alone and fighting two ruin guards?” He opened his mouth. “Don’t answer, you’ll tell me later.”

“I was just collecting some debts when those two attacked me.” He groaned again.

“I said, don’t talk if it hurts.” You made it clear from your tone that you were annoyed at the way that he was acting.

You dipped a couple of fingers into the cream, and hesitated before placing your bare hand on his chest, carefully placing the cream around the wound, so that he would not feel pain when you would be stitching it closed. As you got a better look at the cut, you noticed how the skin had been basically mangled, it looked like it would not be an easy recovery.

“You look like you know what you’re doing,” he pointed out, before groaning again. You were starting to wish you had taped his mouth with something.

“Because I know what I’m doing, I’m not an idiot. And you’re making me regret helping you, just shut up already.”

“Make me.”

Your hand froze over his skin. You moved your eyes back up to him, trying to decipher his expression. Was that an invitation, or just teasing? He hadn’t even tried to put on a smug face, his expression just looked tired and worn out, which made it even harder to decipher.

The longer you looked at him, the weirder it would get, you would have to do something before it got awkward and that thought from earlier slammed back into your head.

You wanted to wish you had run the other way, but the truth was that you were glad you hadn’t. Maybe it was all of the tension you had accumulated while seeing all that blood flow out of him, maybe it was the heavy lidded look he was giving you, but you placed your clean hand on the side of his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes widened, mouth parted ready to say something, but, before he could, your lips were on his.

The kiss was fast, you pulled back almost immediately and averted his gaze right away. You could feel him staring at you as you put your hand back into the jar and picked up some more cream.

“I didn’t think you would actually-” he didn’t finish the sentence.

You quickly caught a glimpse of his expression before focusing on taking care of the wound. You contained a laugh as you saw him look absolutely dumbfounded and flustered, he had seriously been rendered completely speechless by what could barely be considered a kiss. If he hadn’t lost that much blood that day, his cheeks would definitely be red.

Honestly, you couldn’t believe what had happened either. You couldn’t believe you had even done it. You could’ve just laughed it off and kept medicating him in silence. But you were glad that you didn’t.

Neither of you uttered a word for a while, and even though the atmosphere wasn’t explicitly awkward, you wished he would say something. After a thick layer of numbing cream and several minutes of silence, you finally gathered the courage to look back at him. He was clearly pretending to look away, as if he hadn’t spent the entire time looking at you working.

“Is the pain gone? Can I stitch it now?” Your voice came out unexpectedly soft. You touched the skin around the wound, waiting to get a reaction from him.

His head snapped back to face you, and he nodded. “Can’t feel a thing,” he said as he touched his own chest. “I can stitch it though, if you wa- Ah!” He lifted his right arm, the injured one, and immediately stopped mid-air, “fuck- shit, not this,” he almost yelled.

“You ripped a tendon.” You gently took his right arm, putting it back down for him, and looked at his shoulder. “I’ll stitch it, don’t worry - I’ve learned.”

He didn’t say anything, and you took it as permission. You opened the kit you had bought at Bubu pharmacy weeks prior: recurved needle, thread and tweezers. You could feel Tartaglia’s gaze on you as you struggled passing the thread through the needle, but in the end you managed to do it.

As you hovered over the wound, your gaze fell on a large scar, the one that would normally be visible from over his coat on his neck, and it went down over the left side of his body down until his hip. It looked pretty old, but it was still very visible.

“Can I ask you… how did you get that?”

“Mh?”

You pointed at the scar with your pinkie and slightly traced over it, “this scar, what happened?”

He followed your finger with his gaze, and kept his eyes on the scar even as you moved back to the still open wound. “Oh, that?” You passed the needle through the skin and pulled it out on the other side. “I was 14.”

You saw some blood trickle from the cut as you carefully pulled the thread and passed the needle through one more time. By the way he had spoken, you felt like he was going to continue talking, so you didn’t interrupt.

“Uhm, when I was 14, I-” you heard him pass his tongue over his lips, “the Abyss, you know.” You nodded quietly as you passed the needle through a few more times.

“You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” you reassured him, you knew that it was a pretty sensitive topic, or at least you imagined it would be. You stitched a few more loops with ease, getting progressively more comfortable with what you were doing.

“It’s fine, I- I was in-” his voice was starting to shake the slightest bit, but you noticed the change of tone in his voice.

You finally reached the end, and you cut the thread, tying it tightly at the end. You put the needle and the tweezers back into their container.

“I had to fight this… huge- and when-” once you looked up at him, you realized how lost in thought he was, looking at his scar, unable to take his eyes off it, he was probably getting some flashbacks. “I-” his voice cracked, his lower lip trembled ever so slightly, and you could not bear it anymore. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed the side of his face and dragged him in for an actual, proper kiss.

He fell right into it and reciprocated immediately, placing his left hand on the side of your waist. It was sweet, and tender, and you got a better feel of what his lips were like: just as soft as they looked.

You pulled back first once again, and as you got to look at his surprised face, eyebrows raised and everything, your mind started racing. You had just kissed not just a Fatui, not just a Harbinger, but the Harbinger that had tried to kill you, that manipulated you and that nearly destroyed Liyue for the second time. And he was sitting in front of you looking like an idiot.

You couldn’t figure out what you were feeling, but there was something going on deep in your chest, and stomach.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you quickly clarified before he could say anything. “Neither of them do, they were just to shut you up.”

“Were they?” he asked. And just like that, he came full circle back to the false smugness.

You really, really did not want to think about the weird feeling that was growing in your stomach. “Look at what I got from Baizhu.” From your bag, you pulled out a thick strip made out of cotton and a small vial full of Slime concentrate.

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“What do they mean to you?” you bit back, waiting to see if he would face the question himself, or back out like a hypocrite.

“What did you get from Baizhu?”

You both chuckled, and you noticed his bare chest rising and falling back down as he laughed. “He said it’s a new type of bandaging, you use slime concentrate to stick it to the skin.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t love the sound of that, actually.”

“I was skeptical too the first time I tried it, but trust me - it’s much more comfortable.” You heard him sigh in defeat as you already spread some of the slime condensate over the strip, and set down the half empty vial. “It won’t hurt.”

“Do you promise?”

He looked into your eyes with a relaxed expression, you looked right back. “I promise,” you replied with a kind smile, before turning your attention to the strip and stuck it over the wound, carefully placing it so that it would cover the entire cut.

“All done,” you said as you started getting up, but you felt a hand grabbing your arm, another one grabbing the side of your face, and tugging you back down, and before you could realize it your lips were once again on Tartaglia’s.

You couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss, his lips were still soft, and at that point you felt like you could get used to them. The kiss was exactly as gentle as the one before, you could feel your fluttering in your chest as Tartaglia’s thumb started gently rubbing your cheekbone.

He pulled back first this time, and as you opened your eyes back you could see a wide smile on his face.

“Sending me mixed signals, huh?” you pointed out.

“I told you, I never had anything against you personally,” he said as he put his clothes back on, trying to fix them as much as possible, despite the very clear cut on his chest and the blood covering them completely.

“I’m gonna need some time before I’ll believe that.” You got up and reached down a hand for him to get up. “You’re gonna need to prove it to me.”

He grabbed it with his non-injured hand and stood up beside you. “While you take your time, care to walk me to Bubu pharmacy, so I can buy some of these sticky bandages?” he asked, a wide smile still on his face.

“Sure,” you simply replied, picking up both of your back and tossing them over your shoulder.

You watched him move his injured arm slightly, to figure out how much he could move it. Unsurprisingly, not much.

He hummed. “I’m gonna have to take some time off from duty, hopefully they won’t kill me for it,” he said in a joking manner, but you could sense that he wasn’t kidding about the killing part.

“Well,” as you both started walking back to the harbor, you got an idea, “you could use the time off to show me that you truly don’t hate me.”

“Like what?” You could feel his gaze on you.

“Like, we could go out for dinner,” you suggested, keeping your eyes in front of you. “In a completely neutral way, and then see what happens from there.”

“Sounds good.”

“It’s a plan, then.”

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BnHA Chapter 290: It’s Touya Time

Previously on BnHA: Iida and Hadou showed up like a couple of Pennsylvanias and Georgias to bail Shouto out at the last minute. Ochako and Toga had an exceptionally strange fight which consisted of Toga being all “guess what Ochako, I used your quirk to murder someone, how do you feel about that”, and Ochako being all “I do not like that”, to which Toga was all “:(”. There was some doll-stealing and some bookcase-yeeting, and then Toga left in tears because Ochako was all adamant that murder has consequences. Anyway so I have absolutely no idea what Toga is thinking now, but I guess we’ll have some time to stew on it, because we ended the chapter by cutting back to the Iida+Hadou+Shouto VS Afomura battle, which was interrupted by Gigantomachia and the LoV showing up like a bunch of Floridas to ruin everyone’s nice day.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi hands the mic over to Dabi and is all “take it away, kid.” Over in Room 315 of Musutafu General, Rei is all “may I please watch some TV” and the hospital staff is all “sure”, and so she tunes in just in time to catch Todoroki Touya’s Peabody Award-winning documentary “Number One Hero, Number One Fraud: The Todoroki Enji Story”, which is being broadcast nationwide courtesy of Skeptic and his magic laptop. Meanwhile in Jakku, Dabi is all “I’M TOUYA, BITCHES”, and Shouto and Enji are all, “(゜◇゜ )”, and Dabi is all, “anyway so just to sum it all up, because of how much of a jerk Endeavor was, I am now Evil.” Everyone continues to be all “(ﾟoﾟ)” except for Dabi, who is all “└(˘▾˘┌ )≡ ( ┐˘▾˘)┘≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛≡┏( ˘▾˘)┓≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛” for pretty much the rest of the chapter. Idk. Just let the man have his fun, guys. He’s waited a long time for this.

y’all I have a confession to make. I am technically not spoiled for this chapter thanks to my robustly paranoid system of spoiler-tag-filtering, which is extensive enough that it pretty much will catch whenever someone so much as breathes something even remotely new-chapter-related. that being said, I like to think that I am capable of making basic logical inferences! and so the fact that for the past 36 hours, my dashboard has pretty much nonstop consisted almost entirely of this...

...has led me to conclude that MAYBE, POSSIBLY, PROBABLY, BUT ALSO DEFINITELY, a certain someone is finally going to reveal his ~secret identity~ woop woop. lmao

anyway so everyone, please remember to act surprised though, as we would not want Dabi’s feelings to be hurt at all. he has been planning this moment for the last decade or so and I wouldn’t want him to feel like all of that effort was for naught. so just play along, okay. OH MY, IF IT ISN’T THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS’ MYSTERIOUS DABI. WHATEVER COULD HIS ARRIVAL POSSIBLY BE HERALDING, I JUST DON’T KNOW

“Dabi’s Dance” lmao. I’m sticking with Touya Time myself. ngl I had this recap title planned out for at least the past year or so. just waiting for that day to finally come

anyway so some people in some building somewhere are all “TURN OFF THE TV IN ROOM 315” and idk. I’m guessing the LoV is hacking the airwaves to livestream the reveal, as predicted

-- oh shit. UHHHHHHHH

did she always have this TV or did she get it just recently?? jfc of all the times for the hospital staff to finally loosen up

um... so that’s... (・＿・；)

well but I mean, she was gonna find out one way or the other at some point though. like you can’t really just keep her locked up and isolated from all news of the outside world forever and ever and ever. granted, this isn’t exactly the ideal way for her to learn this particular bit of information, but it’s not really ideal for anybody else either! EXCEPT DABI, THAT IS. have yourself a day you funky little terrorist

oh shit what is this?? it’s not live???

over in Jakku, a red-faced, sputtering Dabi makes a frantic grab for Skeptic’s laptop. “WAIT, NO, JESUS, NOT THAT TAPE!”

lol. but seriously Dabi are you even wearing a shirt. like I’m not one to slutshame anyone bro, but it’s just, exactly what type of mood were you looking to set here??

anyway so we really are cutting back to Jakku now, and Gigantomachia is all, “MASTERS”! which, I wonder if he really did use the plural? that’s right Machia, both of them in one place now! that sure is convenient for you huh

lol what is this with all this AFO monologuing. you’re really gonna make me read through this when I’m sitting here all sleep-deprived from election week. JUST GET TO THE TOUYAS. WE WERE PROMISED TOUYAS!!

sigh

“tee hee it’s fucking hilarious how goddamn powerful I am now lol”

alas, in spite of myself I do have two serious takeaways from this. one is that AFO is still controlling most of Tomura’s body behind the scenes, which both does and doesn’t bode well for Tomura (like, at least he’s not dying, but the long-term implications of this for his free will and such certainly are not Good). and two is that this confirms that Ujiko did give Tomura at least one powerful mutant quirk, which explains why he was still so deadly and indestructible even when Aizawa was using Erasure on him (since Erasure doesn’t work on mutant quirks, just emitter and transformation ones)

MEANWHILE ON TODAY’S EPISODE OF “TODOROKI SHOUTO’S TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD LIFE”

I like how he doesn’t actually say that he can’t take on Gigantomachia. just that he can’t take on him and Afomura at the same time. that’s confidence, baby. that right there is why you always draft Todoroki Shouto in the first round for your fantasy team

HADOU!!!!

OOOH, TOMURA’S ALL “MAN, THIS GIRL’S WAVE POWERS AND THIS KID’S ICE POWERS ARE A SUPER-STRONG COMBO DAGNABBIT.” YESSS I LIKE THAT, TELL ME MORE ABOUT HOW COOL AND POWERFUL THEY ARE

HOT DAMN LOOK AT THAT

um but not to take away from this exceptionally cool moment or anything, but why is Endeavor dying and shouting “RUN” down there in the corner um

excuse me. not to take away from How Bad This All Is, but!!

just a little, smol, IidaBaku for everyone. Iida, who apparently doesn’t know a damn thing about first aid and is all, “hmm that’s a pretty bad-looking puncture wound he has in his left shoulder there, I think I’ll just let his arm dangle freely like that and I won’t bother taking off his heavy gauntlets either. I mean. he’ll be fine, probably.” smh. at least Shouto probably cauterized the wounds

EXCUSE ME WHAT

TIME FOR MORE OF THAT GOOD OLD FASHIONED SHOUNEN RIDICULOUSNESS I GUESS LMAO. KACCHAN YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO. THERE IS A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, AND YOU LOST LIKE FOUR GALLONS OF BLOOD, BUT SURE. “PUT ME DOWN” HE SAYS. FIRST OF ALL, PUTTING ASIDE THE FACT THAT YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT BE CONSCIOUS, THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO DO, LIE DOWN AT THEM?? LISTEN, YOU SWEET IDIOT. TAKE HEED, BELOVED DUMBASS!!

ah well. I guess he gets to watch the Touya Show now too then lol

LMAOOOO now Machia’s lifting Tomura carefully in his palm like a broken action figure and Spinner is all “THE FUCK, YOU LOOK LIKE DEATH WARMED OVER”

“oh hey there Spinner. well let’s see, I woke up from my three-month coma and destroyed a city, had my body incinerated, and am currently being possessed by a diabolically evil potato. but please, tell me more about everything you've been through”

AW YISS AND THE FOCUS NOW SHIFTS TO THE TODOROKIS. EVERYTHING IS PROCEEDING EXACTLY AS WE HAVE FORESEEN

Endeavor my dude. it’s as if you want to die here. also holy shit, that bit about his lungs definitely does not bode well for him either

MOTHERFUCKER

GO AHEAD AND SIGN YOUR OWN DEATH CERTIFICATE, WHY DON’T YOU!! FLAGS UPON FLAGS. JESUS CHRIST

meanwhile Dabi’s just waving at ‘em

lmaoooo please oh please Caleb please keep this ‘EYYYYYYY’, it’s fucking perfect kdlshk;hg

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: so as you will see very shortly, I completely missed this detail in my first read-through because I was so anxious to get to the reveal page, but THIS MOTHERFUCKER LITERALLY DOUSED HIMSELF WITH INSTANT HAIR DYE REMOVER THAT HE’S JUST BEEN CARRYING AROUND IN A LITTLE HIP POUCH APPRENTLY SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME. MOTHERFUCKER. I HAVE NO WORDS.)

IS THIS THE TIME. IS THIS THE MOMENT?! HERE IT COMES SLKFHS BRACE YERSELVES LADS

EYYYYYYYYYYYY

OKAY EVERYONE JUST LIKE WE PRACTICED!! SURPRISED FACES ON THREE! ONE... TWO... (•̪ o •̪) !! okay how was that

LMAO ENDEAVOR

at least Shouto looks properly stunned. Enji just looks like endeavor.exe just straight up stopped working

meanwhile Deku’s out here trying to do the math on this latest surprise family reveal! first Tomura is related to Nana, and now this. what’s next. who are you related to, Spinner. he rips off his boots to reveal engine legs and declares himself Iida’s long-lost uncle

oh shit Touya

it’s as if a million fanworks suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly jossed. who knew that all this time he was secretly sporting a crop top scar

also, THIRTY?! holy shit son you been busy

la la la two-page spread of Touya casually driving the dagger into Endeavor’s hero career and rocking the foundations of hero society as we know it la la la

la la la!!!

OH IS THAT THE END OF THE STORY THEN

almost got confused for a sec. there’s two monologues happening at once here. Endeavor doesn’t even know that his dirty laundry is being aired out nation-wide as we speak ffffff

btw while I appreciate the close-ups of Enji and Shouto here for sure, ngl I would also really love to see everyone else’s reactions right now. SHOW ME BAKUGOU AND THE LOV YOU COWARDS

is his hair actually turning white all of a sudden?? your hair dye just reacts on command??

(ETA: in all seriousness though, the hell kind of hair dye was he using? all he has to do is pour a bottle of that stuff and not even lather it in and it’s just gone just like that?? what the fuck would have have done if it ever rained lmao.

and this motherfucker just goes and leaves the dye remover in afterwards, too. I have never dyed my hair in my life and even I can tell you that’s probably not a good idea, Dabi.)

is this it. is this the legendary Dabi Dance in action. lmfao

oh hey what the fuck

so you figured you’d just murder your innocent younger brother to get revenge on dad, huh. well that’s nice

is that really all there is to the origin story though?? feels like we’re still missing a huge chunk of it. what was it that finally sent him over the edge? or was the trauma of being created as Endeavor’s perfect little hero tool and then being subsequently rejected by him enough on its own? because I’m still kind of confused on the part where he goes from “abused and discarded by his father” to “killed thirty people and was plotting the murder of his own brother” to tell you the truth

(ETA: lmao the initial fandom reaction to this did not disappoint. listen guys. people can be traumatized and shaped by awful circumstances that are completely out of their control, and grow up to be people they wouldn’t have grown up to be if things had been better, and all of that absolutely sucks, but. it doesn’t mean they get a get-out-of-jail-free card for all of their future actions, either! the tragedy of this situation is that terrible things happened to Touya, and he then went on to do terrible things himself. the tragedy of it is that this is exactly how the cycle of abuse keeps repeating itself on and on and on. maybe one of the people Dabi killed had a child who will now grow up traumatized themselves, and potentially go on to pay it forward themselves when they grow up. the tragedy is that the eye-for-an-eye justice that Touya is seeking out won’t actually make anything better in the end. the tragedy is that we understand why Touya is so angry, but that anger has basically warped him into the gleefully sadistic dancing figure we see in this chapter who has stopped caring about anyone else’s pain or suffering and just wants his own revenge.

anyway. basically what I’m trying to say is that it’s possible for the concepts of “Todoroki Touya was an innocent child and a victim of abuse” and “Dabi is a grown-ass motherfucking adult who killed thirty people and PROBABLY NEEDS TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THAT” to coexist lol. like, y’all wanted your moral grey, well HERE YOU GO lmao, eat up.)

lol but LOOK AT THAT BOY DANCE HIS LITTLE HEART OUT though

Todoroki Touya confirmed not a fan of the Endeavor redemption arc huh. well we all saw this coming lols

anyways here’s a sexy Touya for y’all

you really are the most theatrical bitch I s2g lmao

also for real though, what is happening with his hair? anime team in shambles here. they’re probably just gonna double down and keep it red. too bad though cuz this is a surprisingly good look on him

SO MANY CLOSE-UPS OF THE TODOROKI FACES

friendly reminder that Dabi without a doubt REHEARSED this speech like a thousand fucking times. LET US FALL TOGETHER!! COME DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL. apparently if you fake your own death in middle school you will never mentally age past that point and will remain a permanent chuuni

OH LMAO THAT’S THE END

we really just gonna end on “DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL”, huh. very well then. you know what song to play, Horikoshi. one, two... YOU ARE MY DAD. YOU’RE MY DAD!! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

#bnha 290 #dabi #todoroki touya #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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uhhhhhhhh so lovely to see you doing the WIP Tag Game I have, in fact, been eagerly anticipating this one 🤤

selfishly asking about two bc I have no control!

Dom/Sub AU: have you already decided who is who? :’)

Silver !! Fox !! Bar !! Daddy !! For the bang?! SIGH

No pressure to share snippets ofc, any kind of sneak peek or detail or whatever is welcome 🥰

Kisses xxxx

Teesha! 🥰 You continue to be the sweetest!

Okay, Dom/Sub AU. I have thought about who is going to be who and it won't come as a surprise and maybe even will induce and eye roll or two, heh. For that one, I'm going to have a younger Bucky be the Sub and an older Steve be the Dom. I went back and forth with a few but I think with my story idea these two would work best. I have the outline laid out and I know it'll be three chapters/parts but I have no idea when it will be brought to life. As I mentioned in that WIP post, I feel bad for even having thoughts about others stories when I have two pretty large stories/series to wrap up.

Silver! Fox! Bar! Daddy! Yessssss, possibly for the Bang! I have things written out but not much and nothing I'm delighted with but anything for you so...

“How you likin’ your domestic, city boy?”

Steve’s voice.

It’s like it has movement to it, fluidity, runs down Bucky’s spine, swirls around in Bucky’s ears before filtering into his head. It’s smooth and rich and deep; it’s exactly the kind of voice Steve should have. There’s a bit of a southern drawl hidden within his words, but nothing compared to the accent Bucky hears from other corners of this bar.

It’s sexy as hell nonetheless.

Bucky fights the smile that wants to stretch across his face, that inexperienced enthusiasm wanting to make itself known. He huffs in place of laughter instead, looks down at his hand wrapped around his can of PBR.

“It’s treating me just fine,” Bucky chooses to respond with, allowing a twitch of his lips to filter through when he looks back up at Steve. “City boy, huh?”

Steve smirks down at the rag he pushes around the bartop before tossing it up over his broad shoulder, pressing his hands to the surface as he looks down at Bucky. He thinks he makes a valiant attempt at not letting his eyes dance and follow the stretch of the dark shirt pulled taut across Steve’s chest but by the gleam in Steve’s eyes Bucky knows he’s been caught.

“Yeah, ‘city boy’. I’m wrong?” Steve counters beautifully, a bit playful with an edge of seriousness that challenges Bucky to counter, to argue back and to play. Bucky chuckles into his next sip as he looks away from Steve for fear of making a fool of himself.

“Won’t show my hand just yet. What makes you think that?”

The corner of Steve’s mouth twitches as he cocks his head, gives Bucky a very deliberate once-over. It’s a goddamn miracle Bucky doesn’t visibly shiver under such a look.

“Alright, let’s see,” Steve starts, running his teeth along his bottom lip. Bucky is going to pass out.

“Don’t get many men comin’ around here with long hair like yours, especially none bold enough to wear it up in an updo like that. Your accent gave you away immediately, a little clipped, but goddamn if it ain’t your clothes, kid.”

Bucky grins when Steve ends his inspection with a lilt of laughter, takes one last swig of his beer before responding.

“My clothes that bad?”

“Nah, not bad at all,” Steve counters quickly with a shake of the head. “Just scream pretty city boy, s’all: leather jacket, tight jeans, those sunglasses. Y’aint from around here.”

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Heartbreak and a New Tattoo - w. nylander

AN: Uhhhhhhhh. Definitely didn’t intend on posting a fic tonight but, cranked this out. It started off as meaning to be fluffy and cute but uh, my angsty cold heart said no? I’m trying to be better about writing shorter stuff, so let me know what you think! I’m gonna tag @broadstbroskis and @jasondickinsonss since they’re my resident willy pals.

Word Count: 2653

Warnings: Angst, happy ending though.

No one warned you that you would lose a piece of yourself when you fell in love. They didn’t caution you about how for every good moment, the ones that make your head spin and your heart race, there would be a chip of your own sense of person falling away. They didn’t tell you that after four years with someone, you slip into their habits, nestling tightly into their life. So much so that you aren’t even sure what direction you’re facing, because everything around you was built by him. It wasn’t that William did anything wrong. In fact, he did everything a partner should. His life was logistically a chaotic nightmare, each step felt like he was balancing on a rope, trying to get to the other side. But he was good at it, he always prioritized you, even when it was hard. The only problem was that he didn’t know the very rope he was stuck on was fraying.

It had started small, the cracks between you. The calls during road trips became shorter, less engaged. By the time either of you realized what was happening, it was just two people who once aligned into one breathing on a deadline out of obligation because it felt like that was what you were supposed to do. By the time you realized that the person you thought you were, wasn’t anyone recognizable without William by your side, you irresponsibly thought that it was time to let go. So, you let go of the visions of marriage and a family, of the house you dreamed of building together once things settled down, of the thoughts of the holidays spent together, each one more special than the last. You let it all go, taking a seam ripper to the last bits of thread connecting your souls. You couldn’t decide what hurt worse, the demise of what you thought was forever, or the fact that William didn’t put up a fight as you packed your things and left.

William didn’t know what hit him when you muttered that you were leaving. He was so sure it had to be a mistake, that there had to be some piece of information missing that would fix everything. He felt his chest caving in, the weight of you packing your bags codifying a new language into his head, one that didn’t include you. He spent weeks circling through the last few months before you ended it. Writing down and analyzing every fight, every night spent without talking to each other when he was gone, trying to piece together what moment made you leave. What he could have done to save the very thing that was destined to fall apart no matter how much super glue he tried to stick to it. You needed to find yourself again, and no matter how badly he longed to help you, he needed to let you go.

When William came back into Toronto in September, he was incessantly telling himself that he was doing better, that the fresh season would throw him back into a familiar enough routine that he could finally adjust to life without you. But familiarity breeds nostalgia, and nostalgia controlled the heartbreak he had spent the last few months trying to let go of. It wasn’t until he was back in the apartment that you shared that the resentment stage of his grief had tucked into his heart.

The resentment was the worst part of the breakup. Because he didn’t want to resent anything about you. He had gotten four years to love you as best as he could, and he didn’t want to replace all of the memories of love with a feeling of regret. He didn’t regret loving you, even if it ended the way that it had. He didn’t regret thinking he was going to marry you, and when he finally moved on from the resentment stage of grief, he realized that sometimes you can put your all into someone and they simply might not be able to give you all of it back. He was slowly starting to thread the foundation of a new rope, he was starting to move on. But when he saw you standing there in your dark blue dress, your hair a bit shorter than the last time he had seen you, talking to Steph, he dropped the newly constructed rope off the ledge.

You on the other hand were spending your summer trying to piece together the remaining fragments of your own being, the person who you were before you met William. You were doing okay, as okay as someone could be when they had just ended a four-year relationship with the person that they assumed would be the one. You spent months lying to yourself about being okay. You spent months trying to convince yourself that you didn’t make a mistake, that you didn’t leave because you couldn’t handle being honest with him about how you were feeling.

It was October and you knew he was back in the city. Hockey had started which meant that his presence was now one you actively had to avoid. You took the long way into the city and back home most days, actively avoiding the arena, knowing that being there would be too much. This half-hearted way of living in the city you called home was manageable, until December when you finally had the courage to unpack the remaining boxes from the home you shared together.

You were going through a notebook when it fell out, Mitch and Steph’s wedding invitation from over a year ago now. You picked up the card, eyes welling with the tears you had shoved down for the last six months as you remembered that weekend. The weekend you realized Will was your person.

“I can’t believe you and Mitch are finally getting married.” You hummed to Steph as you slid off your heels and collapsed onto the hotel bed. You had always admired Mitch and Steph, their relationship was one that was the definition of two people who fit together seamlessly, and made the choice to make it work between them. It wasn’t a fairytale or a whirlwind, it was real and raw and you couldn’t be happier as you laid in that hotel bed, dress and makeup still on, half-drunk from the overpriced cocktails that the boys kept flowing after they crashed the bachelorette party, that two of your closest friends were getting married in just two days.

“God, I know. Is it weird I’m not nervous about it at all?” Steph called from around the corner. You stood up, your feet slightly throbbing from being in heels all night and your mind feeling a bit fuzzy from the drinks as you rounded the corner and saw her taking off her makeup in the mirror.

“No, you and Mitch are just right, ya know? It works.” You looked at her hand, eyes shifting to the diamond sitting perfectly on her ring finger, sparkly and bright and perfect for her. You grabbed your phone from the counter where you had left it earlier in the evening, not wanting to bring it out with you while you and the girls celebrated with Steph. You looked at the home screen, a small notification catching your eye as you unlocked the phone and hit play on the voicemail. Steph grabbed the phone from your hand, a knowing smile on her face as she turned the volume on the speaker up, William’s voice filling the small hallway before you had the chance to stop it.

“Hey baby, you’re probably back in the room by now. I just wanted to say that you looked amazing tonight, and I know we can’t be together tonight because of the traditions and all that, but I love you and will be thinking of you.”

Steph handed you the phone back, a stupid smirk evident on her face that you were pretending to ignore. You went back toward your suitcase, sliding the dress off of your body and throwing on one of Willy’s old sweatshirts and a pair of shorts. You sat on the bed, fingers hovering over your phone as you thought of a message to type back to your boyfriend, a smile lingering on your cheeks from his message.

“You know what he said to me the night he met you? Granted, he was shitfaced, but I still think it’s relevant.” Steph smirked as she came around the corner, crawling onto the other side of the bed and turning to face you. You rolled your eyes at her and set your phone down, ignoring her slightly as she started speaking again,

“He told me ‘I’m gonna marry her one day Stephanie, just wait.’”

You let yourself cry over that memory, and for the first time since the breakup, you realized that you were worse off without him, that you had ended something entirely too good for reasons you didn’t understand. You picked up the phone to call more times than you could count, only to set it back down again, torturing yourself with the idea that you had made your decision, and you needed to lay with it.

You were in such a daze when he walked up to you, nerves settling into your stomach at the sight of him. He didn’t look like your Willy anymore, he looked like a hollow version of the man you still were hopelessly in love with, the one that you ultimately played the biggest hand in breaking. You followed him without a word when he asked you if you could talk because the truth was that you would follow William anywhere if it meant that maybe you could get a piece of him back.

It was awkward for a few moments, both of you riddled with nerves, wondering who was going to dare to break first and say what they were truly thinking about. It was agonizing, being so close to him for the first time in such a long time, and it only made your own doubts about leaving him to come back to your chest in full force. William grabbed your hand quickly, threading his fingers through yours before finally speaking, being the first one to crack the eggshells that you were both walking on.

“Do you sleep well without me? Because I don’t. I don’t think I’ve slept since June when you left.” He said, head hanging down as if the words he was speaking were in some way shameful. Your heart wanted to break for him because you had been in the same situation for so long, nights feeling long and empty without him there. But part of you was almost feeling some weird sense of satisfaction at knowing he was hurting just as badly as you. You weren’t surprised he dove right in, head first. It was what he always did. He had known you for so long, there wasn’t a point in dancing around saying he missed you now that he had the chance to tell you so, he had already been doing enough to push it away on his own. He didn’t want to keep pushing something that he was starting to realize wasn’t meant to go away.

“No, willy. I haven’t slept well since we broke up.” You shook your head, opting to tell the truth because up until this point, lying to pretend you were fine had only left you empty, with a broken heart that you didn’t know how to heal.

“I stayed up until 6 am just because at least then if I called you might be awake. I felt like I was watching myself just get worse and worse, and all I wanted was you. I’m not supposed to want you anymore, William.”

“I would have answered, I would always answer.”

“It’s not the same, you know it’s not.” William sighed softly at your words as he let them run in tedious circles through his head. He had spent the better part of the last six months missing you and replaying the events from the summer wondering if you were both wrong for what had happened. Your love story had been like a journey by train, exciting when you’re young and tiring when you get older. It was great until one of you, who could even remember who at this point, had gotten off during a stop and the other one continued on the journey alone and by the time you both reached the final destination, the two different trips couldn’t merge into one anymore. But the problem was that maybe the final destination was all wrong, maybe you were supposed to get off the train because now you could come back together and start a different trip together, one that isn’t tiring when you’re older.

He looked over at you quickly and let his eyes linger on the features of your face, the ones he used to have memorized hidden by the obvious toll the breakup had taken on you, too. He couldn’t help but think about how if he were to take one look in a mirror that he had been avoiding for the past six months, he probably wouldn’t recognize himself either.

“I tried to call you,” he started, voice tentative and unsure as you turned to look at him. Your eyes were blurry, and your mind nearly blacked out at the five words he just spoke. Five words that maybe could change everything, or perhaps they would have if you had seen the call in the first place. You tilted your head softly as William ran his hand through his hair.

“But, your voicemail was full.” You looked away from him, the pain in your chest creeping back in as you took in his second set of five words. Your voicemail, the one that had been filled with messages from him, from times where you were happy, and from drunken nights after the breakup where he sometimes would call and all you would hear on the other end was silence.

“I couldn’t bring myself to delete them, I just wanted a place where I would be able to hear your voice and have it be just for me,” you smiled sadly, letting the tears blur your vision as you stood up. You didn’t know what to do, this all felt suffocating and overwhelming and yet definitive at the same time. This was it, you were either getting William back, or you were letting him go forever. The choice should have been a simple one and yet it was almost more complicated than the initial choice to breakup had been because at least when you did that, you both thought it was what you wanted. Now you were presented with either putting your heart out in the open, tossing it carefully to the person you had known for so long and putting your trust in him to catch it, or you were running the risk of him dropping it and leaving you crumbled on the floor as you tried to pick up the remnants of whatever would be left after a fumble that big.

“I spent Christmas without you, please don’t make me spend New Years without you, too.”

“I don’t want to spend any day without you again.” You whispered, resting your hand on his cheek. William smiled at you and pulled you close into his chest. He tilted your head up and connected his lips to yours, something that you both had spent the last six months missing. You settled into him, feeling your fears melt with each moment that passed. The breakup had left heartache in both of you, but it was necessary to put your real love into permanent ink on both of your chests. A new start, one without heartbreak and with a new tattoo.

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