#before u can enjoy this thing

[radiaking]

I wish I could do media a normal amount tbh. Instead my brain goes ‘u must consume all available info about this thing before u can do anything else relating to it or properly enjoy it’

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[sugarskies]

this is what happens when you send me ideas. i have literally no self-control. anyway just sharing this as an update to let the people interested know that this is happening it's just happening slowly :)

[thelostgirl21]

Jaskier and Radovid are the queer men equivalent of U-Haul lesbians.

[kaisollisto]

the instant i saw you reblog the europa stuff i was like 🥺👉👈 wheres the avatrice/avalil/bealil SLASH all of them au for poor sick victorian boy follower?🥺 (translation: i love how u write about space & also Landscapes and also The Characters and Europa is so😳what if we met in the ice tunnels beneath a burning sky that is always, ALWAYS cold, and what if home was very far away? but also here, where bodies are hearth-fires and your breath can die inside your mouth)

hi this was back in april when i was fighting for my life 🙇‍♀️ oops i'm so slow at writing. um i'm in tears, i remember when i got this ask i was having a rough weekend and this really blew my ass up. i love u thanks for waiting o7

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“I tell you to jump, you fucking jump, I tell you to fucking shoot you shoot. What’s not clear?” Mary is livid, her fury burning the front of Lilith’s soaked suit. She can’t see her face but she knows it’s hardened, her teeth peeking from her lips a dull white against her dry skin. Her shoulders shake with each breath waiting for Lilith’s pithy excuse. Mary catapults through her anger regardless of the destruction and waste, (Lilith knows this, catches herself in the reflection of Mary’s fangs).

It’s a fleeting thing that blindsides her, the memory brushing up the back of her neck. (Shannon’s fingers quick and light riding the slope of Mary’s arm pressing hard enough to feel in the frozen tundra as Mary works her jaw). A stolen moment she shouldn’t have seen but one that ached in different places of her body.

It is Europa’s disease, the weak imitation of heat sullying the minds of any living thing it touches. The earthsiders have a word for it, the hunt for any hint of warmth that drives barracks mad. (They cannot conceive it, a famine that thrives through the flesh. Europa’s twin, born second, void of anything, now at the heart of a feast gorging everything it can touch).

It is a disease they cannot combat, the yearning ache to go home.

cont.

[gwynbleiddyn]

it's been five million years since i had a lotro oc i was brainless about and i regret to inform everyone i'm back on my bullshit again

anyway this is ithilrion, or calantar, or cúronir, depending on who and when you ask, and he is my favourite brand of hard exterior-soft interior captain whose love for middle-earth is the only thing preventing his slow demise into the west etc etc

born amongst the noldor in vinyamar to parents of vanyarin descent, he came to gondolin under turgon's host and had a lovely time where nothing bad at all happened (part 1)

eventually he comes to the havens of balar and the city of avernien where he elects to leave tuor and idril and the survivors, and instead, spends some time on the peaceful isle under cirdan's stewardship. it's here he meets and befriends gil-galad over many years, and subsequently follows him to lindon at the turn of the first age

he remains at his king's side for even longer years still, up until the great battle of the last alliance where nothing bad at all happens (part 2)

after this, he returns to rivendell with lord elrond, and spends the following bitter years in defense of fornost, harrying angmar's forces until the war of the ring emerges.

mildly competitive. enjoys sampling dwarven ale. a terrible gardener. he's more akin to a tardigrade surviving several nuclear disasters than a great elven figure of songs and tales. he remains a deeply unelegant figure in diplomacy despite elrond's many years of wise counsel, but they eventually put their differences down to ithil suffering a severe case of noldorin-influenced stubbornness and pride.

[monodramatic-cannibal]

My cat, Sky, is so food motivated that I managed to teach her basic tricks such as spin, sit and paw.

Does anyone wanna see that?

Too bad I'm not waiting for an answer

(ignore my voice please, I just had to say commands. She knows how to do them without, having done it multiple times with the words, but I want her to associate the word with the trick still. I would prefer ppl to keep it on mute tbh I hate my voice lol)

[splonkblonk]

my brother just gave me the bad news about doctor who. I knew vaguely that something happened that was really unpopular, but I didn't realise it was THAT bad!???

[kindred-spirit-93]

jazzy!! & apollo

hello yall im back on my bs (biscuit soliloquy) with my wonderful oc jazzy and a modern au i came up with when i opened my eyes this morning lol. u can find a little lore on ma blog under the #jazzy tag :3

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aight so for context a few months ago while deep in the trenches of my greek mythology obsession i made a minor underworld diety oc who goes by kore or jazzy. shes my favourite muffin and i love her.

and after reading one too many apollo fics here lmao i really wanted to explore his domains (which i find endlessly fascinating bc its all my favourite things in one: medicine art literature) and learn more about him as a god via a character study of sorts.

(ive yet to write anything for them lol but when i do it will be great :P)

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anyway back to the story they are teachers!! bc im currently rethinking my life choices and having fun imagining what my life could have been like things went differently (11/10 recommend. great for the blorbos). babys first midlife crisis at the ripe old age of 21 lol

so without any further ado, them <3

HHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY BABIES

*slaps hands* aight so context and premise:

cant be bothered to come up with alternative names and clever refernces for everyone so theyre keeping their greek names lol.

not everyone in the pantheon will make an appearance, this aint keeping up with the olympians (until it is)

the setting is vaguely british lol bc its where i grew up and am more familiar with the system and the norms. ish

they teach both primary and secondary school students (this afaik doesnt exist in the uk but it does here so yeah. will elaborate later)

greek mythology adjacent at best i regrettably know very little of the mythos and my one and only reference is theoi. i will do better i promise. as soon as i graduate

in the mean time pls feel free to tell me all about ur fave myths and works and recommend stuff :D!!

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art stuff, character design, notes

apollo has heterochromia :3 dunno if u can see it but his eyes are olive green (right) and a teal (left). representing the suns reach over land and sea. ALSO FRECKLES >:D

my girl jazzy has the most boring brown eyes ever. no pools of honey or flecks of gold. just good ol dirt brown. *foreshadowing*

short curly hair somewhere between brown and black for her, and floofy kraft singles waves for him XD

jazzy is a knitwear gremlin (like urs truly lol), 24/7 turtlenecks cardigans jumpers scarfs all of it. her hands (and extremeties) are always cold bc bad circulation and probably dehydration. shush

palettes are warm and earthy for jazzy (wow im so subtle) and cool celestial for apollo (and artemis hehe)

so thats mostly greens esp olive, brown and beige and a healthy sprinkle of rose. le aesthetic is forest/ gremlincore for my girl

and lots of blues esp navy and shiny silver and gold for chaotic academia sunshine boi (TIL astroacademia is a thing and like wow)

arts and moodboards and quotes in this century trust

jazzy is of average height (which to me is 160cm hhhhh and apollo is taller at 180cm. do ur own math we use metric in this household)

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finally concept idea, plot if u will, notes and backgorund info too:

the first thing i thought of when i opened my eyes was literally apollo and his nine daughters the muses. let me finish

i wish i was joking lol it instantly gripped me but alas i had to go to uni and so it stayed on hold and i havent studied more that 3 pages bc im thinking about them

and by thinking i mean going over the same scene in my head and not doing somethinguseful like say expanding lore. as one does.

anyway yes we have apollo the girl dad of all time who has 9 wondeful daughters of varying ages from fist year of uni to toddler

still mapping out details like if from same mother or several relationships. idk what im doing pls respect my privacy at this time

apollo has 2 degrees bc its cool af to me (my dad has two masters and its been on my bucket list since. i dont know why i am the way that i am either) one in nursing and another in english literature (and a masters in translation bc i can)

he teaches english and history tho and the art afterschool clubs. yes clubs plural. i am insane and so is he.

jazzy is a biomed graduate and is currently pursuing a masters in forensic toxicology (sucks that i hade organic chem this would be fun to write) so she teaches bio. probably part time idk.

i will get to the details of lore and what theyre like and their work ethics etc but i is tired and id really like to finish some work before bed lol so goodnight for now and enjoy and feel free to ask stuff ig :3

[littencloud9]

i don’t think it’s wrong to feel wary about yingdu chapter and being confused with all the questions it left us. i also think you people are forgetting that this is a prequel

[3416]

haven't listened to the anthology yet, but i do think her music is suffering from the sheer quantity she's putting out while doing all this other stuff tbh. feels more like an overproduced electronic cashgrab than real layered music despite some tortured lyrics. like ttpd the first half has such a sameness to over half of it.... and that sameness is tied to midnights too imo. i really wish i could experience the joy of albums like 1989/folklore/evermore and def her country earlier stuff but. she can be a lyric writing machine (she needs someone to veto some of it thoughnfjdkfjd feels like no one can tell her no) but not lean on the exact same production style for this long bc it's kinda getting old to me and i really do enjoy so much of her discography like 😭😭😭 idk. i know swifties are just gonna eat up whatever she does, and i've always been in between the absolute worshipping crowd and the absolute hater crowd but some of the music/production part is so uninspired.

[bookinit02]

fireproof

Bobby makes a small noise in the back of his throat, bordering on agitated, the kind he always makes when he’s trying to keep himself from raising his voice. “I’m not a role model, Buck,” he says, and okay, whatever, he’s wrong, but that’s—

“And I’m not your father, either.”

The breath punches out of Buck’s lungs. For a violent, confused second, he thinks Bobby’s actually hit him.

or: buck, circa season 3, and everything he knows about fatherhood.

[starflungwaddledee]

been working on answering a prompt i received in an ask the other day, and so i'm back thinking about... the Thing... 💖🎀 and thought maybe prompt doodles might help me work through this a little?

so uhhh.... if by any wild chance anyone has any ship suggestions for starstruck...??? feel free to send them through!

[ittybittybumblebee]

i want to see exactly how many people actually have thought i am for research because ive gotten this quite a few times from different people i just wanna see how far it goes

[masukisjacket]

Crazy how I just saw someone calling sefikura "romanticized abuse and nothing more" in the year of our lord 2024

Like....... tell me you don't understand what the ship is about without telling me you don't understand what the ship is about

Also I don't think op is going to see this because they said they hate this ship but if u somehow do: please don't interact and just move on🙏 if u have any rebuttals I honestly don't wanna hear them

[saetiate]

cora you selfship with caleb right? do you also with xav? or is he just your second fav? im just curious since i dont see you talk abt lads much 🥰 xav is my fav after caleb but i dont selfship with him so i was wondering if it was the same for you lol!

actuallyyyyyyyy gosh I hate to admit this HAHA but I don’t selfship w caleb anymore SO SORRY I think he is very intriguing and a lovely chara to get to know but as I got into lads more I feel like I like zayne and xavier more 😭😭

I don’t have strong feelings about anyone to the point of selfshipping in lads I think ahaha but I am having many feelings about xavier right now.. zayne was the first lads chara I loved so I have a soft spot for him.. but ultimately I think all the LIs are super loveable hehe i just roll for the cards i like and it’s casual for me!!

I would love to know if you and caleb have more lore though!! like if there’s little moments that really mark the development of the relationship !!