#ty for the ask! <3

[sixteenthchapel]

I LOVE YOUR JTTW ART AND COMICS OMG YOU ARE A BLESSING AHHHHH!!! Also 👏THE👏CHARACTER 👏DESIGNS👏 I haven't read JTTW yet but when I do, you best bet that I will visualize your designs! 🥺💖💖

Thank youu!! im really glad to hear it, the fun part of seeing a bunch of different iterations on jttw is seeing all the variety of ways ppl can depict the characters and stories i think. And you def should read the book when you get a chance!

have some doodles for the kind words and have a lovely day wherever you are!

#ty for the ask! <3 #ive been drawing jttw stuff for a long long time much longer than ive been posting #so its really nice to hear someone likes what ive come up with after all this time asldkfj #jttw doodles #sun wukong #tripitaka #jttw

[lipstickmarks]

Imagine Eddie introducing Chrissy to D&D and creating a light hearted campaign just for her, and having the last session include him telling her how he feels.

A/N: In the immortal words of Grace Van Dien - “I do not know how to play D&D.” Everything I know came from Stranger Things and the Big Bang Theory

(BTW - This is written in close 3rd person perspective, meaning the internal dialogue is what Eddie/Chrissy think of themselves, hence all of Eddie’s negative self-talk.)

"You come upon a bard. He is injured and weak from battle. His bloody frame rests beneath a bare cherry blossom tree. He is in desperate need of healing. Lady Chrysanthemum the Gentle... what do you do?"

Eddie chances a look at Chrissy beside him at the Hellfire table. He had told Gareth, Jeff, and Grant to take the kids to the arcade. Tonight was just for him and Chrissy.

He's nervous beyond belief.

Chrissy and Eddie had been hanging out every day since that day in the woods. That night, at his trailer, Chrissy broke down and spilled everything to Eddie. Absolutely everything. Her ed, her issues with her mom, how unhappy she was in her relationship, the pressure she felt to be "perfect."

All Eddie had to offer was some weed and a shoulder to cry on but that was more than enough for Chrissy. So much so that they became smoking buddies, confidants, and best friends.

Eddie almost felt a pang of guilt for wanting more. Chrissy had offered up her company, her jokes, her music taste, everything to Eddie over the last two months. But he can't ignore the growing crush that he'd been harboring since middle school.

Call him crazy but he felt a spark that night. (It helped that Chrissy also dumped Jason the next day.)

So here he was, risking everything, risking their friendship under the guise of a D&D game. They had been playing for about two hours and it was nearly go time.

Chrissy poked her tongue out between her lips in concentration. Eddie found it charming how seriously she was taking the game. It warmed his heart that she cared so deeply about the things he did.

"I heal him with the water I got from the Eternal Springs."

Eddie rolls the di for her.

Chrissy watches in anticipation for Eddie to start doing his voices. She could never take her eyes off him in the other Hellfire sessions she'd sat in on. Eddie was just so theatrical and animated. He was in his natural element when he was performing and Chrissy loved watching him.

"You gently ease the bard up and pour the water from your canteen into his mouth. As you get a good look at his face, you realize this isn’t just any bard. This is Eddie the Brave, formerly Eddie the Banished.” 

Chrissy gasps in surprise. Eddie was killed off earlier in the campaign, which deeply saddened Chrissy. She didn’t really want to continue the game without his character. 

“The water heals his injuries and returns the color to his face. Then, he leaps up and runs around in a burst of energy! He cries out--

'You have saved me! You have saved me! Mere moments from death, I was. Oh, thank you, Lady Chrysanthemum!” 

Chrissy giggles.

"You’re welcome. But my friends call me Chrissy.” 

Eddie swallowed a lump in his throat. Do or die time, Munson. 

“And we are friends, aren’t we, Fair Chrissy?” 

Chrissy nods.

“We are.”

“Then allow me to bestow my deepest gratitude and a kiss upon thy hand.” 

Eddie tried not to let his hand shake as he reached out for Chrissy’s. Wordlessly, she slipped her hand into his. Eddie brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. 

Chrissy’s cheeks flushed and Eddie tried to stay in character as much as possible. He wasn’t sure he could admit this as Eddie but as a bard, as someone braver than him, he might just have a chance.

He met Chrissy’s eyes as he kissed her hand and then slowly let go. 

He cleared his throat and continued on. 

��I am to escort you out of the Cursed Woods and back to the castle where you are to be crowned queen. But before I do, I must impress something upon thee.” 

Chrissy titled her head to the side in confusion. Eddie’s voice had a strange strain on it, like he was struggling to talk. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he was nervous.

Eddie clears his throat. 

“Fair Chrissy, the time I have known thee has been a delight. You have tuned the old, broken strings on my lute. I am a simple bard but I can no longer ignore the throbbing of my heart. I would be remiss if I did not admit--”

Eddie’s voice catches in his throat. He doesn’t look up from the table.

“If I did not admit my feelings for you.” 

Chrissy gasps quietly. 

“Eddie--”

“Before you can answer, you approach a fork in the road. One path leads to the castle and one path leads back into the village.You can choose to go into the castle and take your rightful place as queen or stay with the bard.” 

When Eddie finally makes eye contact with Chrissy, her eyes are watering and she looks like she’s in pure disbelief. He knows it’s the cowardly thing to do, but he couldn’t help but build a fail-safe. Give Chrissy a way to politely turn him down without having to hear the words.

Eddie licks his lips. 

“It’s your roll, Chrissy.” He whispers.

Chrissy’s finally putting the pieces together. It all makes sense now. Why he insisted they be alone for this session, why he’s been acting nervous all night. 

She wants to break character but she knows Eddie and she knows he’ll only do this through the game. If that’s what it takes, then so be it.

She rolls the di.

Eddie winces. He continues on with a sad smile.

“You reject the bard and return to the castle. Alone.”

Eddie moves to pick the di up but Chrissy’s hand on his wrist to stop him. 

“Roll again.” 

“Chrissy--”

“Eddie.” 

Chrissy stands up and walks towards Eddie’s throne. She stops just in front of him. She places her hands on either side of Eddie’s face, forcing him to finally look at her. There’s such a vulnerability in his brown eyes. She’s never seen him like this. In the two months they’ve spent together, she’s seen him high, laughing, content, sleepy, hungry, playfully annoyed, in deep concentration, an entire range of emotions. But right now, he looks downright petrified.

“Roll. Again.” 

Eddie nods slowly and reaches around Chrissy to pick the di up. He rolls again and chuckles mirthlessly. 

“I stay with the bard.” 

“You have to roll a--”

Chrissy quiets him by swinging her leg over his and situating herself on his lap.

“Eddie. These past two months have been the best of my life. You’re the only person in the world I can really be myself around. I’ve...” Chrissy casts her gaze downwards momentarily. “I’ve been wanting something to happen between us since that night.” 

She looks back up at Eddie.

“I was just waiting for you to make the first move.” 

Eddie laughed, more at his own stupidity than anything else. He ran a hand down his face. 

Chrissy interlocked her hands between Eddie’s neck and smiled contently. 

“I. Stay. With. The. Bard.”

The usual light in Eddie’s eyes returns. His hands settle on her hips, thumbs resting on the hem of her skirt. 

When they finally meet in a sweet, tender kiss, it’s more than ether of them could have imagined. Chrissy’s lips are soft and taste faintly of bubblegum. Eddie’s breath is minty and his tongue is soft as it slides into Chrissy’s mouth. 

He should feel apprehensive, but it’s just not like that with Chrissy. It never has been. Everything about her is easy. It’s easy to be around her, it’s easy to kiss her, it’s easy to love her.

Yeah. Eddie loves Chrissy. He’s sure of it now. 

It’s almost two full minutes before they part. Chrissy’s face is flush and she’s got a dreamy, contented look in her eyes.

“I love you, Chrissy.” 

Tears pricked at Chrissy’s eyes. How did a guy as perfect as Eddie Munson fall into her life? Someone who makes her more safe and comfortable than she ever let herself imagine she could be. Eddie saved her. 

“I love you too, Eddie.”

Chrissy sniffled and leaned her forehead against his. 

“You’re mine and I’m yours, okay? It’s just the two of us from now on.” 

Eddie tightened his grip around her and brought her closer to him in a tight hug, with no intention of ever letting her go.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” 

“So, did I win?” Chrissy asks, peering up at Eddie.

“Hmm?” Eddie asked for clarification while running his thumb up and down her thigh. 

“The game. Did I win?” 

Eddie couldn’t help but grin.

“Yeah. Yeah, you won.” 

#ty for the ask! <3 #asks #hellcheer #eddissy #Eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #Eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #munningham #stranger things #stranger things 4

[oddsconvert]

☾ - sleep headcanon and ⭐️- sad headcanon for the atoyom boys?

☾ - sleep headcanon (I'm sorry these are headcanon but also canon, I can't help myself)

IZAAK SLEEP-TALKS, PEOPLE. YEP. So be prepared for him to be fast asleep murmuring to himself and saying stuff like "please...n...nnnomore-" as Henley is like WTF 😳

Also Henley always slept with the light on back home. He's terrified of the dark, needs the room to be well-lit to sleep. Otherwise he's panicking out of his skull.

★ - sad headcanon

Izaak has mommy issues :( big time. She left when he was a teen and he's very sensitive over it, it's a sore topic for him. He will shed a few tears over it. It's the feeling of rejection and unworthiness. He wonders if his life would have gone differently had she stuck by him.

Henley's not entirely sure he even wants to escape. He's scared of his own autonomy and choice. It's been so long of someone telling him what to do, when to eat, when to sleep, when to breathe. Everything's been decided and controlled for him - he's terrified he won't fit in with the real world again. He needs someone to tell him what to do. He's not allowed to make decisions. He can't be trusted with them.

Henley tag list: @livelaughwhump @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

Izaak tag list: @emmettnet @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sorrowful-hyacinth

#ty for the ask! <3 #a taste of your own medicine #ATOYOM #Henley Allen OC #Izaak Silvera OC #pet whump #whumper turned whumpee #whump #whump writing #answered asks #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog #whumpee #whumper #captivity

[defira85]

11 for Durge past life ask!!

Ask meme here!

11. The other cultists. How did your Durge view them? Did they enjoy the following or did they dread being idolised?

Prior to Bhaal's resurrection, Kass thought it was GREAT. She lavished in the attention, even if she tended to work as a lone agent, and delighted in the terrible power of leading the sermons in the temple and knowing they'd jump to her every command. Sex, orgies, murder, bloody sacrifices, it was such a power trip for her to know she could demand anything and it would happen

After Bhaal's resurrection, having the full weight of her Father in her skull at every waking moment, it suddenly wasn't fun anymore. Bhaal terrified her, and to suddenly look at these people who were actively choosing to court his favour, and who looked to him with awe and adoration - she despised them. She couldn't escape, she couldn't breathe, but they were choosing to be here? They were choosing to offer up their lives to this thing? It horrified her and Bhaal used that to control her even more.

The worst period of time was around 1488DR, at the end of the Second Sundering, when the gods all withdrew from the world while Ao finalised the new Tablets of Fate. With their prayers going unanswered, the worshippers turned to her instead, and instead of enjoying it like she had when she was younger, it just broke her a little more every day

#OC: Kassara #Kassara Bhaal #flymmsys #ty for the ask! <3

[greensaplinggrace]

You 🤝 me -> agreeing the darkling should get absolutely railed (evidence: how his moment of peace was when Alina kissed him in surprise along with the whole “wanting makes you weak” scene)

yesss finally someone who knows the darkling like I do (intimately) and can see him for what he is (a sub). also almost every scene with him at the winter fete is evidence too ngl. plus his reaction to the chapel scene in the books plus explicitly expressing that he wants to be alina's monster ++ literally everything else about him.

anyways the only reason the darkling is evil is because he hasn't been properly railed in centuries mark my words

#nonny you and i are on the same wavelength #shadow and bone #sab #grishaverse #aleksander morozova #the darkling #darklina #malarklina #myramblings #asks and answers #anon #ty for the ask! <3

[cosmicharm]

💣 — explosives

In her canon universe, where she is an Astrologian and Alchemist, I don't think Odile would have much experience with explosives, apart from knowing which exact alchemical mixes could go wrong or some offensive magic like Malefic. She has a little knowledge in thaumaturgy thanks to Angoul, probably being able to cast Fire I. But most of her knowledge comes from books. In a practical sense she wouldn't know that much about thaumaturgy. The AU where she is mainly a Black Mage, however, is the perfect setting for her to be an expert in explosives. Not only an expert but she would love making things (or/and people) explode in tiny pieces. Yeah. With time, she would grow less careful and probably would end up doing really risky/unhinged things.

#oc asks #ty for the ask! <3

[omar-bb]

saw you were wanting omar-related confessions so here's mine:

i am a transmasc genderqueer person and when i first got my hair cut off i showed my stylist a picture of omar for inspiration. omar is my source of gender and the most beautiful man alive and i wish i could look like him. unfortunately i know i cannot, so getting my hair cut like his is as close as i can get

thank you for the omar confession!! he is so inspiring and indeed the most beautiful man alive, sadly none of us mortals can hope to compare. i am happy you were able to cut your hair like his! also I am curious which pic/style you chose if you'd like to share!

some of my fave omar hair:

#ty for the ask! <3 #he looks good in every style let's be real #omar rudberg #ask

[theimperialnuisance]

Does your OC cry at weddings? Did they cry at their own (if they've had one?)

for whoever

1

<Amorous Asks!>

I'd think all of my ocs wouldn't be someone who would cry at a wedding, maybe get a little teary-eyed from how happy they are for their friend but nothing more than that. None of my ocs are married (yet) but Kien is promised to G'raha and while he got teared up when he and Raha exchanged their promise rings (I actually had a prompt I wrote for it in ffxivwrite last year (#shamelessplug), he didn't full on cry. But I am sure he'll cry on his wedding day as he never thought he'd be lucky enough to have someone to love/love him so yeah, he'd cry from happiness :3 N'noah got a little teary-eyed at Saraphina's and Bastian's wedding when she saw her cousin come down the aisle but she didn't full-on cry either. She probably wouldn't cry at her own wedding though. This would be the same for Atticus. (He'd absolutely tear up at a first look or when Shaili comes down the aisle) For Syren, nope, nada. He wouldn't cry at a wedding nor would he cry at his own. Not that he wouldn't be happy, he's just not the type to let himself cry in front of others. Ciel might be the only one who would cry at a wedding/at his own wedding (if he ever gets married) but it would be of course out of happiness and probably during the first dances/speeches. Thank you for the ask @actualanxiousswampwitch :3

#amorous asks #nico answers #Kien Eilath #Syren Ligeia #N'noah Wiloh #Atticus Wolfram #Ciel Fyth #ty for the ask! <3

[sixteenthchapel]

Ok but hear me out...

Child Nerevar

LOL i doodled him once a while back.

Nerevar is such a mystery though, I try to imagine him with parents or a family and nothing is conjured up. Half-way convinced he was just grown out of the mud or tossed down from Azura's realm like a falling star that hit his head way too hard on the way down.

#ty for the ask! <3 #nerevar is some sort of science experiment gone wrong thats where he came from #aslkdjf jk i have no idea tho #morrowind doodles #mw tag #nerevar

[blackjackkent]

E, L and U :)

(Fanfic Writer Ask Meme)

E: What character do you identify with most?  Is there a certain fic of yours that captures these qualities particularly well?

Hmmmm. Depends on how we define "identifying" but I have recently come to the conclusion that Karlach is unironically the person I want to be in a lot of different ways. <3 Unashamedly goofy, optimistic, cheerful, loyal, ready to throw hands for her friends if need be. (And of course hot and in superb shape. XD )

Looking at the AO3 fics I have written, though, most of them are more focused on the sad/tragic parts of her character because Feels. (I guess the closest candidate would be "Zariel's Crucible" because Karlach is SUPER loyal there even though Gortash doesn't fucking deserve it.)

Clearly this means I need to get some more fics about Karlach's goofy and loyal side into the hopper. XD (I actually have a backlogged request from an anon that fits in this wheelhouse.)

Definitely some examples in my shorter Tumblr drabbles though. :D (This, this, and this come to mind.)

L:  Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?

Hrm. It isn't exactly a full fic, but my liveblog post about Karlach's meltdown after Gortash's death was harrowing to work on because that scene fucking destroyed me. I am still not over it.

For the fics that actually made it onto AO3, I think "The Two Sides of the Coin" is easily the saddest thing I've written so far. :( I do love me some angst.

U: Is there a pairing you would like to write, but haven’t tried yet.

One of the fun things about BG3 is that the game actively encourages mixing and matching the companions in all sorts of different ways. XD I have a LOT of ideas percolating in the back of my brain - the big struggle is deciding what order to do everything in and trying not to rush myself.

I definitely would like to write about Aylin and Isobel at some point. I'm also still sort of fascinated by the Emperor as a character so I would love to do more to explore his whole deal, either with a Tav/Durge or Ansur or something.

@jazzfordshire's Lae'zel/Shadowheart fic "though I burn how could I fall" (nsfw; highly recommend tho :D ) has sent me down a bit of a rabbit hole on that ship so I may end up trying my hand at them sometime (thinking about maybe headcanoning it as part of Rakha's run since Rakha broke Lae'zel's heart accidentally. XD ).

I would also enjoy writing some of Jaheira and Khalid's adventures/romance before and during BG1. (Some of that was originally going to be included in The Two Sides of the Coin but it ended up slowing the pacing to a crawl.)

#bjk talks #ask meme #astreamofstars #ahhh i got rambly haha #ty for the ask! <3

[eorzeanflowers]

NPC asks: Yotsuyu (for your choice)

Jana despises Yotsuyu. With so much fire and passion. Yotsuyu is just the firmest reminder of the cruelty of the world that Jana is trying to snuff out.

While Yotsuyu was Viceroy, Jana seriously considered just storming Doma Castle, alone. Even attempting to leave Anaj behind (she can't, he's attached to her Drk Job Stone) There was a perfect opportunity just after the Scions made it to the House of the Fierce for the first time. But she never did. If she had, well... the Doma Castle siege after Hien was found and his army of Xaela was built wouldn't have happened. The Castle would have already been buried in the waters of the One.

Jana feels so strongly that when poor Tsuyu was found by Gotetsu, it took Yasha, Tatiava, A'tyla and Eulanne to restrain her from just running through the amnesiac woman with her blade there in broad Kugane daylight. While Yasha spent time with Tsuyu and started to develop feelings for her, Jana spent as far away from Tsuyu as possible. Her rage and frustrations with the woman Tsuyu had been were too great for her.

When Yotsuyu returned and became her primal self, Jana was beside herself with glee. She finally got to have the closure she so desperately wanted with killing not just Yotsuyu, but Asahi as well. Jana and Yotsuyu were truly oil and water. And, unlike Yasha, Jana slept quite soundly that night after the defeat of Tsukuyomi.

#the gladiolus #ty for the ask! <3 #@scholarlostintime #Jana has very strong emotions #when she is happy she is VERY happy #when she is angry she is the MOST angry person you have ever met #so if she despises you for what you have done #you have done fucked up #and she will enjoy trying to kill you

[oddsconvert]

The cool water felt like salvation on Josh’s fevered skin. (For the 5 sentence thing)

The cool water felt like salvation on Josh's fevered skin.

Felix dabs the soaked cloth across Josh's sweat-sheened forehead, gently stroking up and down Josh's shivering arms. A weary groan tumbles from Josh's dried lips, he fights against his fluttering eyelids slipping shut.

"I know...I know, my sweet prince", Felix hushes, cuddling up close to him, their body-heat mingling. Josh whines and mewls like a distressed kitten, his head fuzzy and pounding.

"I wish I could take your pain. My love, I won't ever leave your side. I'm right here."

#TY FOR THE ASK! <3 #Josh like 'pls leave my side so I can rest' #You know Felix is sitting by his bedside night and day #sickfic #illness whump #fever #dehyrdration #captivity #yandere whumper #creepy/intimate whumper #Josh Barlowe OC #Felix Conner OC #Play Pretend

[defira85]

For the 3rd Edition DU Asks, if you haven't done them already :)

7. The Slayer, Bhaals gift, how did they earn it? Was it before or after becoming his chosen? Did they even recieve it?

14. What did Durge think about living in the undercity ruins? Did they miss the surface sometimes, or did they enjoy the unique underdark-esque decor? Did the great chasms ever lead to some sort of 'accident'?

Ask meme here!

7. The Slayer, Bhaals gift, how did they earn it? Was it before or after becoming his chosen? Did they even receive it?

She got it automatically at the time of Bhaal's resurrection/her death and resurrection. She might not have been intended to receive it in Bhaal's grand plan, because he always intended for her to be used as the... power source? battery? cocoon? for his resurrection and didn't have plans for her afterwards, but after certain individuals conspired to bring her back, it was somewhat of a security measure to keep her in line. Like keeping her leashed, to an extent, she can't control the compulsion to become the Slayer so it's the ultimate reminder that he has her under his thumb no matter how much she resists him

So all up she had the Slayer for ~10 years. It only emerged twice post tadpole

14. What did Durge think about living in the undercity ruins? Did they miss the surface sometimes, or did they enjoy the unique underdark-esque decor? Did the great chasms ever lead to some sort of 'accident'?

You know, it actually really annoyed Kass how ruinous and rundown everything was - having spent several periods of her childhood living on the streets, she wasn't about to quibble about having a permanent home and one that she was never going to have to worry about getting rained on whilst living there, but at the same time... what were the tithes and donations and extortion payments going towards? Cause it certainly wasn't to make the ruins more liveable. Blood pools and skull pyramids are all well and good, but why can't we spend some money fixing the stairs? Redoing the masonry so there's actual rooms with privacy? Where does it say in the Book of Bhaal that we need to be living in decrepit filth, hmm? Murder is not the sole domain of the darkness - there's plenty of murder that happens in sunny streets and richly adorned rooms, you know Dad

She hated it lmfao. She's a little sunflower, she needed as much time in the sun as possible. At least on the surface they have proper bathhouses

#Kassara Bhaal #OC: Kassara #flamemittens #ty for the ask! <3

[greensaplinggrace]

12 for the choose violence ask game?

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Dawn Summers! She gets a lot of flak for being a teenage girl reacting to events like a teenage girl would lol. She's a great character that really enhances all of the relationships in btvs, and she provides Buffy with a genuine familial connection outside of her mother.

Dawn has a lot of thematic importance in representing both what Buffy is willing to sacrifice the world for and in representing the general population of people Buffy has to sacrifice herself for. Dawn is a great example of many aspects of Buffy's life, and outside of that she's genuinely fun and complex. She also gives the perfect amount of outside perspective to the slayer life that we start to lose sight of as time passes.

Also, it is a ballsy move adding a new character three quarters of the way through your show - especially when she comes off as pretty annoying yet somehow actually works. Like I hate Joss Whedon, but Dawn was a fascinating writing maneuver.

choose violence ask game (x)

#btvs #dawn summers #why she gets hate is beyond me #like she causes problems but no more than all of the other characters do lol #myramblings #ask games #asks and answers #misku-nimfa #ty for the ask! <3

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

nahhhh, that account tagging all the ships they hate? also shipped Val and ANGEL. we may be titled to our own opinions but theirs was ✨wrong✨

UGHHHH I NOTICED THAT TOO WHILE I WAS GRUMBLING TO MY FRIENDS ABOUT THAT WHOLE THING🤢like. i'm mostly just in the corner of "ship whatever you ship & tag it right and I could not give less of a fuck (and if i see it untagged i'll block the blog and gripe about in personal posts without tagging the ship)" but like. I feel like if there's ANYONE that has no room to rant about ships they hate (and PUT IT IN THEIR TAG) it's whoever ships... that.

and like. I don't touch That discourse with a ten foot pole but. here I was thinking proshippers were usually the first ones to be like "ship whatever ship you want just don't hate :((((" so to see one not only have a whole salty post about ships she hates but also have the audacity to be like "ship whatever you want as long as you don't harass people this is just my opinion" in her weird disclaimer as if she's not putting her hate post DIRECTLY INTO THE TAGS OF THE SHIPS SHE HATES was just... bizarre.

#answered #hazbin hotel #(<- for my followers who don't wanna see it) #discourse #kinda?? #ty for the ask! <3

[peninkwrites]

hai... ur cbenchtrio fic "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" has made me wanna start learning asl again .. so thank u.. lovely fic for so many reasons.

I’m so glad!!! It’s been rly interesting doing research for it. I’d had the idea sitting around for literal years and finally wrote it and it’s been so cool to see people connecting with it even now <3

#Ty for the ask! <3 #this was v sweet :’) #writing mood #asks