#I keep on forgetting to use that tag !!SORRY!!

[juliettejwnewinesa]

I really don't understand what I'm happening with the whole situation (just something about ai), and I've been reading you fanfics for a while now (and I've been eating them up, theyre scrumptious and yummy), and never once have I thought they were ai. You can see it in writing structure(?) And the way you write, it feels human. And there is nothing wrong with using grammarly cause we all do.

Anyway, I'm so sorry for your hate, but if it's not much trouble, can you make a fanfic about childhood best friend!reader x Han Su-gang who is older than her by 2 years. She left town, sugang was devastated, and she came back and transferred for her last year.

He makes himself known by lingering around her for a long while (in the halls, brief touching, just tormenting her), wondering if she remembered him. things have been quiet, and no one tells her the incidents. She simps over Han su-gang about how handsome he is to her friends (she's a bunble Ray of sunshine and naive so they tell her nothing) and how adorable their children will be and all that like a middle schooler. It's like pure and adorable saying they'll have 3 kids, 2 boys and 1 girl, and have 5 cats (being dululu), and he hears about this and decided to give her a good time!(smut)

Anyway, please and thank you and take care of yourself (so sorry that this is long💔)

hey babeee thx for the request sorry for the delay btw 😘

Title: Guess You Grew Up Pairing: Han Su-gang x naive!sunshine!childhoodbestfriend!Fem!Reader Rating: 🔞 MDNI Tags: childhood best friends to something else, naive reader, light corruption, possessive Su-gang, unaware reader, fluffy smut, oral (f receiving), size kink, breeding talk (delulu style), soft and dark tension

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Han Su-gang never forgot you.

You were the only bright thing in his life back then. Messy pigtails, scraped knees, and that ridiculous laugh. You were the first person who held his hand without flinching. Who told him he was your “favorite person in the world.”

Then one day, you were just… gone. Moved away. No goodbye.

It haunted him. For years.

And then—just like that—you were back.

You transferred in mid-term, your backpack bouncing, your voice still sweet and chirpy as you introduced yourself with a wide smile to a classroom full of half-dead teenagers. “I used to live here when I was little! It’s so good to be back!”

Su-gang leaned back in his chair, staring at you from the back row, jaw tight.

You’d grown. Legs longer. Hair shinier. Same fucking smile.

But you didn’t even look at him.

Did you forget him?

He watched. Waited.

And when the bell rang, you skipped right past him like you didn’t even notice the boy who used to protect you from bullies.

He almost laughed.

You started following him with your eyes first.

He could feel it when he walked down the hallway, his hands in his pockets, and you’d pause mid-conversation, glancing up at him like a little lost puppy.

Then came the whispers. The blushing.

“He’s so pretty, right?” you said to your friends one day in the bathroom, unaware he was around the corner. “Like, dangerously hot. Oh my god. I want him to kiss me and then ignore me for a week so I can cry about it like in a drama.”

Your friends stared at you in horror.

You just kept going. “If I married him, our kids would be gorgeous. We’d have, like… three. Two boys, one girl. And five cats! Or maybe seven. He looks like a cat dad, don’t you think?”

Su-gang bit his lip to keep from laughing.

You really hadn’t changed at all.

He started showing up more.

Behind you in the hallway. Lurking near your locker. Sitting near you in the cafeteria. His knuckles would brush yours when you passed. His shoulder would graze yours in class.

It drove you crazy.

You kept stealing glances, your brain turning into fluff every time he licked his lips or leaned against the wall like a walking daydream.

One day, after your “dream wedding fantasy” rant, Su-gang finally snapped.

He cornered you after school, pulling you into a supply room and shutting the door with a soft click.

You gasped, back hitting the shelf.

“Han—Han Su-gang?!”

He stared down at you, silent.

Your heart thumped. “Are you—um, are you lost?”

He stepped closer. "You really don’t remember me?"

You blinked up at him. “Huh?”

“I used to walk you home. You made me hold your stupid Hello Kitty umbrella.”

Your mouth fell open. “…Sooie?”

He groaned. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh my god—Han Sooie!” You laughed, teary-eyed, and then threw your arms around him. “I missed you! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“I was waiting,” he muttered into your hair, his arms tightening. “Wanted to see if you remembered. You didn’t.”

“I do now!” you pouted. “You got hot. That threw me off.”

He pulled back and looked down at you, his gaze dark. “You really think I’m hot?”

You nodded without thinking. “Like… really hot. In a ‘ruin me’ kind of way.”

“…You shouldn’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I will.”

He kissed you hard, like he’d been holding it in for years.

Your lips parted in surprise, and Su-gang took full advantage, sliding his tongue into your mouth, one hand cupping your cheek while the other settled low on your waist.

You melted into him instantly.

“I should make you pay for forgetting me,” he murmured against your lips.

“S-Su-gang…”

“You say I’m hot? Say you want kids? Say stupid little things about marrying me?” He kissed down your neck, biting gently. “You think I wouldn’t hear that?”

You whimpered. “You heard that?!”

He chuckled darkly. “You’re not subtle.”

His hand slipped under your skirt. Fingers finding you embarrassingly wet already.

“Oh my god—”

“You this wet just from seeing me around, sunshine?”

You nodded, dazed. “You always look so good. I—I just thought about it a lot.”

“You want me to give you a good time, yeah?” he whispered, fingers stroking your clit slowly. “Since you dream about it so much.”

You whined and nodded again.

He kissed you breathless as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them slow and deep. His other hand moved to your chest, pulling down your top just enough to mouth at your nipple, sucking lightly.

Your legs shook.

“Please—please, Su-gang…”

“Shh. Let me take care of you, sunshine.” He dropped to his knees, pushing your skirt up.

“Wait—w-we’re still at school—”

“Then be quiet,” he smirked, before licking a thick stripe up your pussy, making your knees nearly buckle.

He ate you like he was starved. Like he owned you.

You were already close—years of fantasy finally crashing into reality.

“S-Su-gang, I’m—”

“Go ahead,” he murmured, fingers tightening on your thighs. “Cum for me. Then maybe I’ll fuck you for real and give you those kids you keep talking about.”

You cried out, biting your fist as you came hard, hips grinding against his mouth.

When he stood again, your legs were trembling, and he kissed you soft this time.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “Got it?”

You nodded, dizzy, breathless, ruined.

“Good girl.”

[ohburgee]

Helloo, my stars! It’s been a while, I’ve been gone for four days, hahaha. But this isn’t an announcement about coming back. As much as I don’t want to make any of you feel sad, I’ve decided to quit and stop making Block Tales fanfics. I’ve made up my mind after talking with my best friend, and I know it’s sudden, but this is my choice.

I’m going to focus fully on that dream now, I’m slowly making progress on it, and it makes me smile :D I hope you all understand my decision. I’ll miss you all, I’ll miss the memories I’ve made while writing for this beloved game and fandom. To all of you who supported me, I’ll cherish it in my heart, and to those Anons and anyone who sent requests, your ideas were always beautiful and majestic. Please keep sharing your ideas with other writers.

I’m not going to delete this blog or any of the fics I’ve made. I’ll just let this blog stay. I’m going to abandon it. Maybe someday I’ll come back and use this blog for something new.

Please promise me this, my stars, I don’t care if we’re strangers, you’re like stars to me, lighting up my path, and I’m so grateful for every one of you.

@brain4stew, thank you for your non-stop support and for reblogging my posts; you make my day every time. You're the reason why I'm here in the first place. You’ve truly inspired me, thank you. <3

@lynnie-s3all, you too, also thank you for your beloved cute arts you made for me, I very appreciate it, I won't forget you Lyn <3 (even you're not active here but when you comeback and see this :>)

@sourle, thank you so much for supporting me. I deeply appreciate it.

@amoracreations, you’re one of the sweetest followers I’ve ever had. I hope you write your own fanfics too.

And to those lovely Anons and followers here who made me smile with your messages, support, and love, thank you; you made every moment brighter.

One last promise, everyone, please take care of yourselves. Be kind, be hopeful, stay hydrated, eat well, and rest. Your health is my priority. To all the writers out there, don’t force yourself to write. Take your time, focus on yourself, and remember, it’s not your fault if followers get mad when you don’t post. It’s your choice, your time, and your voice.

That’s all I want to say. Lastly, thank you, everyone, my stars. Maybe one day we’ll cross paths here again.

Thank you.

(Sorry for tagging you :>)

[loquatic]

day 26 2024 march

"Create spears"

previous day - next day

The text doesn't mean anything, I just wanted to draw pretty lines.

I originally wanted to give SM a halo of spears, to mirror their iterator's own halo, but it looked too similar to day 23's pose, so I scrapped it.

[dizzybizz]

sleepy gill and gill with the bubbled evil cat

[cent-scratchnsniff]

cant do much else right now but sketch

[clove-pinks]

Please give me all the knowledge of war of 1812 naval surgeons!!! My 1805 doctor would greatly profit from knowledge from future and the new world

For the specific knowledge of War of 1812 surgeons, you could turn to a respected medical textbook of the time, Medicina Nautica by Thomas Trotter. It's a little dry to read from cover to cover, but you can find interesting takes on nautical medicine. On pp. 111-113 Trotter argues against the 15 shilling fine charged to sailors with venereal disease, which caused men to hide their illness and turn to dangerous quack remedies.

A great open-source article that explores what type of medical treatment was deliberately sought by sailors and expected by them is Treating, Preventing, Feigning, Concealing: Sickness, Agency and the Medical Culture of the British Naval Seaman at the End of the Long Eighteenth Century by Sara Caputo. It even opens with the battle of HMS Shannon vs. USS Chesapeake! Naval sailors had a surprising amount of agency in seeking medical care, despite their very regulated lives, and Caputo argues that "naval doctors had to foster an atmosphere of trust and support rather than punishment—because their care remained an option among many."

[crustables-fanart-week]

HI HELLO WHAT IS UP CRUSTABLES PEOPLE!!!!

After so much time, we are happy to announce the official dates of the crustables fanart week (plus some):

2/10/25 - 2/20/25

How it will work:

- I will be opening submissions, so anyone whowants to can submit their artwork onto the account

- OR Tag your art with “crustables fanart week”. I’ll be looking through the tag and reblogging all the pieces, so if you don’t want the art reblogged by this account, please say so in your tag!

- OR tag this account and we’ll reblog it!

Thanks for tuning in!

[daticarus11]

The gangs all here.

Finally gotten all these done. Now I am happy and can finish other art lol. These were fun to make though, love trying to spin these characters in a way that’ll fit with the System freak.

[drsantosgf]

The idea of Aziraphale falling the angel version of Crowley but that person is no more and then Aziraphale falling for the demon Crowley is eating my brain...

aziraphale fell for an angel who carved out the stars and when crowley crawled from his burnt up body, aziraphale loved a demon with scales and yellow eyes just as much. crowley fell from heaven and built himself back up from the ashes of who he used to be and aziraphale didn't even blink before loving him with his whole being. crowley has the capacity to be both of these iterations of himself, he changes and sheds his skin and aziraphale just keeps loving him. the angel that crowley used to be doesn't exist anymore but that's just fine because there isn't a crowley that aziraphale wouldn't love.

[vanillabat99]

I am preparing for a Big Trip in a few months, and one of my concerns is navigating airport security as a disabled transgender person. I do not have my name and gender marker legally changed, I am many years into HRT, and to the average person I am visibly transgender but not in any identifiable "direction". I am physically disabled and use mobility aids. I will be flying to America, if that makes any difference.

What should I expect from airport security as a transgender person?

Should I try to present as closely as possible to what my government paperwork says?

What should I expect from airport security if I am getting disability assistance through the airport?

The name printed on my prescriptions is not my legal name, will that be an issue with security?

I will likely be transported in a wheelchair through the airport, what will they do with my walker/other mobility aids?

Will I have to take out any piercings/change to non-metal jewellery beforehand?

I am working with my doctor and my therapist on my other concerns for the trip, but these are things we haven't been able to sort out (or that I simply forgot to ask about at my last appointment). However, any additional advice and information is greatly appreciated!! I want to be as prepared as possible and I am determined to make this trip happen :3

[sunshine-girl-shines]

Its honestly a mix of Juno, Jupeter and anything else that has a Junoverse vibe to it

[coldslaws-gear-station]

Oh and before I forget again, I drew more Azrael!

I'll be honest, the past two attempts of drawing him I wasn't actually happy with. The first one seemed off with the fact his body was turned but his face forward, and his hair looked off... The second one was off too because I felt like there wasn't much going on it was really lacking something, and he kinda seemed slick back??? It made him look older than he is

But finally, FINALLY, I'm GENUINELY happy with a drawing I've made of him, fucking hell. Out of all of the characters I have why are you the hardest to draw correctly!

Anyways, I made his vitiligo look more realistic and along the way I found out I'm actually incredibly fucking stupid. I thought vitiligo was a skin condition you're born with, it is not. I have no idea how I didn't know that, but I feel like shit for not knowing.

I didn't have to take away his vitiligo, as when I found out about my error I went on a massive researching tirade and found out it can occur from stress and trauma, which he has a lot of obviously. Now he has an actual lore related reason as to why he has vitiligo, can not believe how I didn't know that

Anyways after research I've concluded that he has Nonsegmental Generalized Vitiligo. Lovely!

Oh and I have his poncho inner eye patterning, it's something his original design had that I went back and forth with deciding if he should keep it, but I think he should. Looks better with it yk?

YEAAAAHHH. i love his design. i think the last few drawings were really good too but i get the feeling of art just being Off sometimes. that mochi mayhem n drawing drove me up the freaking wall bc i keep having to adjust her arms

also don't beat yourself up too much for that mistake! it's probably a common misconception and what matters is fixing it now that you know

nodding. it really does look good with the extra patterning!! is this a good reference for him while he was still with plasma? asking for a friend (:3)

[milfbrainrot]

i feel like i type so much more than is reasonable when i do talk to people but i also don't get to socialize a ton so i just have soooo many words in me and if i'm like, tired or short on time, it is so much harder to restrain to the already-pushing-it point i can sometimes manage ;-;

[chaoticprussia]

did i not put my age anywhere?? shit. uh. dont dm me unless youre at least like 15 or 16ish or something. im literally 19 and an adult. so its weird if im talking to middle schoolers. you guys should NOT be dming adults. thats my bad. sorry chat. im gonna go update my bio now. (god this headache is killing me i JUST woke up owwww)

[fennthetalkingdog]

You know, when I was first researching neurodivergence (and autism and ADHD in particular) and wondering if I was, in fact, neurodivergent, I brought my conclusions to my mom and she said:

"I mean, you're gifted, right? So you already are neurodivergent???"

So here's to her (kinda) and her words. Giftedness is a neurodivergence, in my opinion. From what I've seen, a lot of the traits overlap with common autistic and/or ADHD traits too, especially regarding overexcitabilities, and a lot of researchers talking about the topic describe giftedness with the same kind of "your brain is just made differently" and "you're just wired differently" language as they use for other neurodivergent conditions. But I also say this because I've seen some gifted people who, while struggling with some "autistic/ADHD traits," don't have all the traits necessary for an autism or ADHD diagnosis. Giftedness is a label for them that encompasses the struggles they have without saying that they don't struggle enough or forcing them to try to fit into a mold that isn't them. And I get that; when I was first questioning, I didn't think I had enough autistic traits to count for a diagnosis either, so I took comfort in a "gifted" label. (Not to say that all gifted people are just autistic people and/or people with ADHD that don't realize, or that all gifted people are just people who don't have enough traits for a diagnosis! That was just the case for me and the folks I've been around, but I've also heard the case of it not being that.)

But if I am gifted, then I also have autism. A lot of my struggles are, honestly, just better described by autism than just by a byproduct of giftedness. My struggles with people and with "being too much," my sensory differences (and yes, sometimes issues), my stimming, and some of my executive dysfunction all sound like autistic traits to me more than a mix of psychomotor and sensual overexcitabilities and a whole bunch of coincidental byproducts of my being gifted and hanging out with nongifted peers. Don't get me wrong; based on my family history, background, and traits, I honestly probably am gifted lol. But it's not just that.

So this is me saying that if the people around you are saying that you're just gifted, you're free to look for other, perhaps better explanations for your feelings and experiences. But if you are just gifted, you're still free to call yourself neurodivergent! My gifted traits lead to me feeling just as ostracized sometimes as my autistic ones, so who am I to police that label?

[yasu-kun]