#I'll add a follow up doodle later

[the-marshals-wife]

The Bad Batch Having a Token of Their Love For You Would Include (Bad Batch x Reader)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

A/N: I love these boys so much and I thought of this instead of going to sleep all week. I really hope y'all like my idea for Echo's especially. He deserves the galaxy and more.❤️ (I also had extra ideas that are definitely still in character but probably "anachronistic", so I just labeled them bonus. I mean we have finally 'caf'' aka coffee in SW canon, so maybe there's hope for hoodies 🤭)

Description: Bad Batch x Fem!Reader | Warnings: none, just lots fluff and kisses | Gif credit: user mutantfactor

★ Bad Batch Tag List ★ @dantes-devil-huntress @sageislostinspring (comment to be added!)

Hunter

He would get a tattoo of your name

Hunter did not need his heightened senses to be certain that he had fallen in love with you - if anything, they just strengthened his conviction that you were the one he was meant to find

Being the intensely devoted and thoughtful man he is, you were on his mind constantly, and he wanted a symbol of his love to be as a part of him as you had become

He didn't even tell you at first because he wanted it to be surprise

It wasn't until he changed into plainclothes for an undercover mission that you noticed the new black ink on his right bicep

You grabbed his arm and stared at the Aurebesh letters spelling your name

"You like it?" he asked, a little nervous

Speechless, you pulled him into a kiss

"I'll take that as a yes" he smiled, before getting another embrace filled with kisses

Whenever you have time alone together, you love to slowly trace the letters with your finger and listen as he dreamily talks about the future

Later in your relationship, he would want to add to it with a portrait of you, and someday, the names of your children

Bonus: he would keep anything you gave him like a pendant or a ring and wear it whenever he could (this man would totally wear one of your scrunchies and make it look hot - a product of his 'girl dad' powers that you find very attractive)

Wrecker

He would keep your shirt to cuddle with

The only thing Wrecker has ever been discreet about in his entire life is his feelings as he was falling for you

It wasn't for lack of trying. He had been officially head over heels for months, but every time he tried to tell you, his words suddenly came out wrong

You thought it was adorable, and you were sure he'd figure out how to say what he was feeling when he was ready. It just gave you more opportunity to realize you were falling for him too

What you couldn't figure out, however, was where your favorite shirt had disappeared to

That is until, after days of searching, you finally caught a glimpse of it tucked beneath the pillow in Wrecker's bunk

You were stifling a giggle when he walked up behind you, looking nothing less than mortified

"Oh, Y/N! That! I uh...I found it on the floor and I was going to give it back to you! But it smelled really nice, and pretty...like you, and um, then I forgot..." he stammered, his face bright red

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "Keep it."

In the weeks following, you would refresh it with a spray of your perfume every so often when he wasn't looking

He would also draw doodles of you whenever he had downtime

You were all on a mission not long after the discovery of that day, and during his watch, you rolled over to see him drawing in the sand with a stick. He'd scribbled your initials together within a heart, surrounded by a dozen tinier hearts.

Suffice to say he was not the only one feeling absolutely smitten from then on

Bonus: speaking of shirts, you would absolutely be the couple with the "If lost, return to ___ + I'm ___" tees (likely worn with your matching homemade 'friendship' bracelets)

Tech

He would keep a recording of your voice and laughter

Tech is a private person when it comes to his emotions, but he feels very deeply, even if he isn't sure how to best express his growing affection for you (he thinks it's obvious, after all)

It's this very reason why you doubted that he returned your feelings at first, until you walked by him one day and heard the sound of your own laughter, playing over and over

"What's that?" you questioned, now recognizing the moment that had caused your sides to nearly split (Wrecker had just taken the most dramatic fall into mud you'd ever seen, immediately after bragging he was 'too heavy' to slip)

Tech muted the sound and kept his stare on the datapad, "I capture auditory recordings of all of my interactions for analysis, and file away important data for later reference."

"My laughing is 'important data'?" you smirked as he hesitated for only a moment

"Well, no. Not technically. It is, however, a pleasant sound that reminds me of you, and one that I would like not to forget. By that reasoning, it is important to me," he stated, calmly meeting your awe-struck gaze

It took all your strength not throw yourself into his arms right then and there. He went back to filing his recordings, oblivious to the fact that he had just irreversibly won your heart

He'd also incorporate you into some of his private passcodes

Anything from your initials to your eye color to your favorite flower - just some of the many details that he associates with you and remind him of how much he cares for you

Bonus: if he had a lockscreen/background, it would definitely be a picture of you. He would also be the type to make you a playlist of your favorite songs all from memory because he knows you that well

Crosshair

He would engrave your name on his rifle

Crosshair is a man of conviction and loyalty, and when he was certain that he could trust you with his heart, he wanted to display his loyalty in turn

Modifying his rifle in any way at all is significant, so ingraining your name on the scope is a very personal gesture to him

He caught you completely by surprise on a mission, casually showing it to you while you had watch together

You were stunned to see your name glistening in the firelight, every letter expertly etched into the smooth metal, "Cross, I can't believe you would do that for me..."

"Your love makes my aim true," he replied, wholly sincere

This one remark sealed your fate, giving you both the courage to lean in and share your first kiss

"Then you will never miss," you whispered afterward

You spent the rest of your watch sitting close together in soothing silence under the stars

He would also carve your initials into the wall of his bunk

Wherever he would go, you would be there also. His devotion is unyielding, and you have a partner until the galaxy itself burns up

Bonus: a huge sign of his affection would be letting you wear his clothes. He may act disgruntled, but it's all in jest because would be the boyfriend that's extremely proud to see you walking around in his hoodie

Echo

He would have your handprint on his armor

It seemed like a lifetime since he'd had the handprint from Captain Rex on his chestplate that had meant so much to him through those long years of war

When Echo is sure of something, nothing can move him from it. Not much time was required for him to know that he wanted to share his life with you, and that he wanted your handprint on his armor

He confided in you quite a bit about his past in the GAR, and you knew about the original print, but you never dreamed that he would ask you to replicate it

"Are you sure?" you asked in disbelief

"I am, Y/N. There's no one else whose mark I'd rather carry with me, and no one I want by my side more. On and off the battlefield," he confessed, taking your hand in his

Tears welling in your eyes, you dipped your other hand into the red paint on the table, placed it carefully onto his chest, and pressed your lips to his

More than a symbol of love, you both knew this was a vow to keep fighting for a free galaxy where you could build a future together

He would also have a photo of you in his personal things

He's not afraid of letting his relationship with you be known around his brothers, but his horrifying experiences imprisoned by the Separatists have made him extra cautious in all things. He keeps his photo of you safely tucked away and never brings it on missions, not wanting to risk it falling into the hands of anyone who would ever want to harm you

Instead, whenever you're apart, he holds his hand to his chest before he drifts to sleep and dreams of you. The nightmares are all but gone

Bonus: you two would totally have matching caf mugs with snarky sayings. "Grumpy parents in the morning" vibes all the way

[isjasz]

jas if you can. please tell us more abt the promised hermitopia akdjjdjandbbwjajd

(the promised neverland was so good and to see a hc au of it ??? akdjjwjen)

iNHALE OK GUYS I NEED TO ANSWER THIS (i'll still answer everything in bulk later though but. tpn au i have to!!! :D)

ALRIGHT SO. first of all a huge disclaimer, this is not really an AU as in we (me and @cherrysherin who came up with the idea!!) are gonna build our own plot around the TPN world etc. It is really more of just a role assigning and crossover like thing.

Everything is gonna basically follow the manga I REPEAT THE MANGA and honestly mostly we are just gonna be doodling moments from the series with our AU LMAODOOA (and perhaps redraw covers for fun and add on to stuff but. yeah don't expect much we are just having fun)

So yeah!! I wanted to throw the entire list of roles assigning at you too tbh but decided against it last minute HJAHEUHE. You'll find out when we get to draw more ppl soon >:D (hopefully)

[dusty-pistol]

Friends convinced me to make a Madness Combat oc so here's a doodle of Henry. Didn't feel like drawin his rifle...

Anyway here's some info on him:

When I first thought him up, I figured he's like a mix of MacCready, Porter Gage, and Old Longfellow from Fallout 4. He's a mercenary, kinda old, really rude and cold to people he doesn't know, and the like.

He's not allied with anyone in particular. He just follows orders from whoever hires him. He doesn't pick sides. You might think, "Well, if anyone can hire him, how come he hasn't been, ya know, turned into red paste by Hank or Tricky or whoever else he was hired to kill?" Why do you think he's covered in bandages? He has encountered them and came out covered in injuries. He lost his eyes durin those encounters, and parts of his face were torn off, to say the least.

And before you ask, "How is he supposedly the best shot in Nevada if he's blind?" This is Madcom. It doesn't have to make sense. Also, it's kinda a daredevil situation.

Haven't thought up much about him aside from that. I'll add more later if I feel like it.

[thebluester2020]

"Welcome To The Slime Den!"

"Howdy person reading this, welcome to my 18+ writing/drawing page!"

Call me Blue or Bluester! || She/Her || 20 || Requests: Open || Art Comm(s) are OPEN! [Ko-Fi] || Feel free to talk to me in DMs! I'm pretty friendly if not a yapper when you catch my attention via hot guys / hot chicks.

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Multi-Fandom [I'm decently consistent in these following places, however—]

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♡ - Lol I know I put my pronouns at the beginning of this masterlist but I really don't care + won't get offended if you address me a different way. It's the internet. ♡ - I write afab and/or gender-neutral readers (I will, however, write male-centered readers when explicitly asked to) ♡ - I don't take nsfw writing requests involving minor characters from any form of media. ♡ - I love drawing for people! But please make sure to be specific as to what you want if it involves your character with a canon character [If not specified. I may ignore the request entirely. I'll also only take three characters max per request and nothing more!] ^ to add to the drawing bit... here are my do(s) and don't(s) for doodle/art requests.

Do(s)

I will draw NSFW / Suggestive material (NSFW material will be censored per the guidelines and trying to make sure I don't get shadowbanned and/or smited from Tumblr.)

I will draw OCs

I will draw canon x canon characters

I will draw angst (nothing involving gore though)

Don't(s):

I won't draw anything homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, racist etc.

I won't draw any NSFW material involving minors (I'll only draw SFW material when asked to draw a minor character)

I won't draw any hardcore kinky stuff (Scat, piss etc. are a big no for me)

Do not request for me to design a character for you, please!

[I reserve the right to add onto this should the need arise]

⚠️ I don't believe that it is my job as a smut writer/artist to be a beacon of safe or realistic sex. Everything I write is rooted in fantasy and unrealisim ⚠️

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🦉👒The Influence of One Piece in The Promised Neverland (A very self-indulgent post)

The straw hats worn by the girls in The Promised Neverland ch. 47 color cover were a tribute to One piece's 20th anniversary. It has always been Shirai sensei's favorite tpn illustration ever since.

An entire generation in Japan grew up following One piece. Many of the young readers from late 1900s are now the newgen mangaka currently working in Shonen jump.

Kouhei Horikoshi as a high schooler (15yo) sent a one piece fanart to Oda in 2002. Twelve years later, he starts his own manga, now promoted by One piece author Eiichiro Oda himself.

One piece got Shirai into JUMP manga.

I started reading Jump Magazine for the first time when I was in Junior High. One Piece was the trigger that made me subscribe to it like a machine, and then I thought “other manga are fun too!”, and thus became addicted.

-Kaiu Shirai (2020), The Promised Neverland artbook.

Suguru Sugita, the person Shirai submitted his og manuscript to, was Toriko's editor in charge. The following year (2014), Sugita became One Piece's manga editor (later its media editor in 2017). Sugita retired from One piece altogether in 2019, while working as TPN editor from 2016 to 2020.

The Promised Neverland + former One Piece editor, Suguru Sugita. On the right is a doodle drawn by Eiichiro Oda sensei introducing him.

"O-Sugi. This is the media editor, Sugita. Well natured, romanticist. Throws in random onomatopoeia. So drippy from head to toe that the girls avoid him. Compliments juniors on an annoying level. Has a strange dream -> ("I'll get myself a Kansai-ben speaking gf within this year!") Has lots of friends, but daydreams too much so he might not be able to get hitched soon."

From TPN's pre-serialization stage to its final days, Sugita was closely involved with both One piece and The Promised Neverland. Regardless of the difference in genre, One piece's influence in TPN is evident, many of which were suggested by editor Sugita.

Following are a compilation of details discussed in the The Promised Neverland fanbook where the author-editor duo noted the influence of One Piece in its creation.

🦉 The food, the biology

(The Promised Neverland Search for Minerva + final arc spoilers)

In One Piece, the characters can obtain special powers by eating cursed fruits called Devil Fruits (Luffy's elasticity, for example). This served as a basis for The Promised Neverland's demon biology. During early stages of TPN first arc, there was no specific concept involving demon's diet (thus we hear two demons casually talking about eating cats). Post escape, editor Sugita suggested to add the concept of 'becoming what you eat', stated to be directly inspired by One Piece (fanbook ch. 2). It was decided that the demons in TPN would be heavily dependant on human meat to maintain their sentience.

One piece x Toriko official crossover spread, two manga in JUMP where food meant a lot more than simply filling your stomach.

"Food" both a narrative and thematic tool behind One Piece, so much so that a recently popular theory is that (avoid if you want) the protagonist's secret dream at the end of his journey is to throw a massive party that would connect different races together in a brotherly bond. Each arc ends with a scene of partying and singing, a musician was one of the first crewmate positions Luffy wanted to fill in his ship.

Yugo's refusal to eat and join the table subtly hinted his refusal to partake in such bonding. It's another detail pointed out in the fanbook (ch. 3). The food scenes in One Piece had not only inspired Shirai but also Haikyuu author, Furudate Haruichi (stated in Haikyuu databook).

🦉 Characters as Inspirations

[Romance Dawn + Goldy Pond spoiler] One piece character Helmeppo was the inspiration behind Goldy Pond demon, Luce. Helmeppo was one of the earliest characters introduced in One Piece (ch.3), a weak but spoiled child of a marine officer who'd exploit his father's influence to get about anything. Luce, the youngest hunter in Goldy Pond, was the son of Dozza. Helmeppo was redeemed eventually, unlike Luce.

[Shabondy Archipelago + TPN final arc spoiler] The World Nobles in One Piece are arrogant slave-owners hailed as gods on earth for their ancestry. Lord Pupo's flashy appearance and simple-mindedness were inspired by them.

[Dressrosa + TPN final arc spoiler] Bartolomeo, an in-series fan of the protagonists, was introduced in One Piece manga at the time of Sugita's debut as One piece editor in 2014 and instantly became popular. In The Promised Neverland, Lambda kids were supposed to obey Norman in a normal manner. But editor Sugita wanted to lighten up the mood and make them goofy fanboys, inspired by Bartolomeo's success.

[Arabasta spoiler] One piece's first major antagonist Crocodile served as a base for TPN characters, mainly antagonists:

When I was drawing dignified characters for TPN, Sugita-san gave me a piece of advice called the "Crocodile Line". Whether or not Crocodile from One Piece would say such a line would determine whether or not the character (I made) was dignified enough. It was a good method. I love Crocodile so there's that too.

-Shirai in The Promised Neverland fanbook (pg. 196)

(continues in reblog 👇)

[zeleneagle]

95 theses (meowers version), grief, Pt1

By now you've seen us lose our collective minds over topics such as but not limited to: alcina slander, romeo and juliet, tragedy in resident lover, Cassandra™, and how everyone is Miranda. If you haven't, you can find the previous post by @ravensuizo here.

Which brings us to our next topic, grief, we start off with some absolute cookery by @lapisdemon22.

This is followed by another round of people losing their minds (understandable I did the same)

Here Lee aka @h-doodles links the stages of grief to each love interest, I will come back to this later to conclude my segment, for now I'll just let you keep reading what the girls cooked up.

And so we loop back to Romeo and Juliet once more.

And back to grief again.

This bit by @alexandroseleven is just great, it ties our previous topics back together along with getting to another part of what makes Miranda so interesting. From the moment she's lost Eva and Feather she's been dealing with grief. Yet instead of working through it she just pushes forward and claws her way back up, regardless of what the universe intended she WILL get back what she lost, at the cost of everyone and everything around her.

Things just keep spiraling from here, going from grief to how the game could be seen as Miranda's purgatory.

This then loops back to quantum physics and the multiverse theory. I hope the screenshots give you a bit of an idea but waking up to a 5 hour long literary analysis done by your fellow fans who are also Very Normal™ about this game is a special experience.

And here ends the grief section of the convo. The next part leads into Grief And Hope which will be covered by @h-doodles instead. I did however have some additional stuff to add once I finally woke up. These will be added in the next post here. Since I'm at the limit for now

[cinderbuck]

Death Save Bargain Bin, Page 05

This page is a bit of a mess as well, for the same reasons as last week's page. Panels are a bit messy, and there isn't really a reading order here. Looks like you're supposed to follow the tieflings at forst, then read the wereboar's dialogue backwards. Next page is better tho'. I love the next page (page 06).

Unfortunately, I might have to take a week off someday soon. I'm running out of ready made pages, and school has caught up to me, or I have neglected to do much schoolwork at home, more like. I thought doing math and physics an hour or two before school every day would suffice, but evidently not. I probably should've prioritized math, but the thing is, I had no problem with it the days we covered each topic, so I mostly did physics instead, as it's pretty much a completely new topic to me. The physics teacher is really good at the subject, but he's a really bad teacher. You can either take notes, or listen to what he says, but not both, so I chose notes, so I could just look it over later and try to make sense of them. Big mistake, as we now have a math test on the first three chapters, and looking over the older notes, I have no idea how to do these math problems. On top of that we also have two big projects in two other subjects.

Hopefully, I'll have time to draw more pages next weekend, and not have to interrupt the weekly upload schedule.

I'm also running out of pages where I've done all the sketching. Only one more page like that, I think. The rest are still in the rough-rough layout stage.

Some reject doodles from page 04 and 05.

Previous page, Page 04:

Next page, Page 06:

[luckyashes-art]

Do you have any OCs other than your Splatoon ones? I'd love to learn about them!

WAAA ‼️‼️ I do actually !! Though I have . quite a lot of them 💀💀

Other than Splatoon OCs I got uhh-- primarily D&D OCs/Characters, Homestuck OCs, and a few actual original characters JDHSFSD some of which I've doodled and posted about before !

I'll stick a few of em down in the read more so the post isn't immediately unbearably long 🗣️‼️

Hmm let's start off with some original characters

Evix (they/them) is one that I've actually been working a lot more on lately !! They're kinda like an undead creature and live on essentially a post-apocalyptic Earth centuries later (might make a whole separate post on all that eventually because they're a part of an original species I wanna make)

Uhh then some original humans (w/ powers ofc) would include Anthony (he/him, one of my oldest OCs creation wise, in short a traumatized young adult with horrible anxiety and is struggling to get thru life 🗣️), Raymond and his niece Raven ( he/him & she/her, victims of loss of a brother and father (respectively), and they live in a world where ppl have elemental-based abilities !), and uhh Kacey (they/she/he, specifically with a c-- they're a cyborg (lost an arm) with no recollection of who they were (calls themself Kacey because of initials "K.C" branded on their robo arm (it stands for their actual name, Katya Cameron)))💥

[unfortunately not gonna doodle any of my other OCs so Evix can have special treatment LMAO]

Next up we got uhh some D&D characters !! [Who actually I have Hero Forge figures of so I'll add those]

Starting off with the first legit D&D character I've made, Glow of the Sun (aka "Sun" - she/her) 😼 Tabaxi Druid (Circle of the Shepard)!! After escaping the massacre of her tribe in the forest, Sun was taken in and mentored by a human druid named Sage (they/them)

Another one I got would be Gale (he/they), who's more-so inspired by my first attempt at a D&D character (who then got scrapped). But basically he's an Air Genasi Warlock (Pact of the Tome) that was raised only by his father until he managed to contact his mother (who was a djinn (an air genie) !! so yea, his patron's his mom LMAO [His Hero Forge is outdated so please keep that in mind ☹️ ]

Lets see ermm I also got !! A Dragonborn Artificer (Battle Smith) named Kai (real name Kazys) Tempest (she/her). Paralyzed from the waist down upon . hatching? She was left to be raised by her mother, which left the little dragonborn spiteful to show that she isn't useless. So she learned and became someone who creates things like prosthetics and kinds of aids to help others who may need it :D

I'll then drop off a last D&D character for now (cuz I rlly do have a lot), but this one's a personal favorite !! Meet Bone (she/he/they/it [does not care]), my funny lil Goblin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) !! Abandoned by her tribe and miraculously raised by a pack of wolves, this feral lil goblin spends her days living a free and wild life while causing problems for adventurers and the like who cross her path :3

Anddd onto the final stretch, we got some Homestuck OCs !! [Which btw I have models made by Xamag's Fantroll Creator (which I also edited a lil) so ermm]

Starting off with my personal fav, here's Arvenii Traket (she/her, Sign: Gemun, Derse + Breath). Goldblood with telekinetic psiionics, this smart(-ish) lil gamer is a hot-headed, anti-social introvert that enjoys things like cosplaying and programming 💥💥

Obviously then gotta follow up with her moirail, Teikai Dregut (he/him, Sign: Lenius, Prospit + Hope) !? A very idiotic yet excitable Oliveblood that loves to run, talk, play tricks, and hang out with his bestie (they tend to take care of each other otherwise they'd constantly not do things like eat or shower 💀)

What else uuuhhhh . How 'bout I drop Raiiko Ekneer (she/her, Sign: Scoriborn, Derse + Rage) !? A laidback, prideful brute of a Ceruleanbloodthat enjoys FLARPing and taking people's treasure/valuables 💥💥 Fun fact tho !! She used to FLARP with Teikai back in the day (he doesn't play anymore). Anyway she doesn't really have many braincells yet she managed to score a kismesis and moirail LMAO

And then I think I'll drop off her kismesis cuz ngl I rlly wanted to show them together 😩but meet Valeri Krovet (she/her, Sign: Sagigo, Prospit + Space) !! This Indigoblood is yet another blue business woman who specializes and takes pride in creating custom weapons of high quality. Can be a little snappy, mainly due to agitation of being on high alert 24/7 (had a gnarly, violent experience when she was younger), but yea :3

What if I was also silly tho and dropped the rest of my main HS OCs' lil models (i would talk abt all of them in more detail but thats A LOT of text ,) 🥴🥴

I do also wanna mention that I have. Ancestors and Dancestors for these guys as well . AS WELL AS OCS THAT ARENT APART OF THE MAIN 12-- Thats a whole other thing tho

BUT YEAH THAT'S JUST. SOME OF WHAT I GOT-- TY ANON FOR THE ASK-

This took so long to type LMAO but I enjoyed it !!

[blocksruinedme]

Actual fic deadlines/priorities

Now till September 2 - My three hermitshipping bang fics are due, in a complete "can post if you got hit by a bus" version. Last possible extensions till September 8. I don't know if I'll get all three done. If I don't, I can't predict whether I'll put it down for awhile or try to get through it. If I want to wait to post, I can still possibly get the "doodle tier" of art and can add it to the collection, which is just so chill and cool of them, everything is chill and cool

September 3-18 - The burning man fics, god, I really want to post them during my (partial) top surgery and recovery. The current plan is to post chapter of three stories a day, that line up with time periods. (Like the first posting day covers approximately noon-2pm, etc). The current plan is for the final story to be posted on the final day. This means for anyone who pops in at the beginning, they can have three kinds of cliffhangers! I personally think it's super cool

September 19-late September - Recovering from surgery! If anyone has any tips, please let me know! I'm very excited! And I've had a "6 days inpatient three months recovery" surgery, so it's really about the detail of a different surgery recovery.

Late september-deceber: God, first my wips, my poor beautiful wips, along with the larper au (which might top out at three fics, we'll see... and immediately on writing that i got possessed with a flower husbands idea, very well! NO PROMISES). I'll also be editing my hermitshipping bang fics, which are allowed to be totally expanded on, including adding B plots, so... I might go off the rails there.

Onwards: If life goes to plan, sometime in 2024, probably late spring or later, I will have WAY less free time, and while I am very excited about the reason, it might stop fic entirely for awhile. @that-tall-queer-bassist has offered to help me (including up to cleaning up my speech to text into something like real notes or maybe prose). Part of why I push so hard to write is because my time having this much time is limited.

Crucial note about how I write: Sometimes what I need to work on fic is to go work on a different fic, and sometimes even publish it. I had a huge drought after limited life when i told myself I couldn't publish anything else, until i let myself do Driving After Dark and, well, I've published about 44k in 2.5 months. Sometimes I get stuck and all I can do is take a break. I now refuse to push myself hard enough on a fic that I burn out.

I genuinely have 20 wips that I want to publish. I acknowledge this is unlikely but they are all my weird little children. Things may appear in wip wednesday and never make it.

What does that note mean for you: Do not EVER pressure me to finish a fic. You may ALWAYS express enthusiasm for specific fic, and it may get it higher up the queue. Asking about timing is tricky. "i was wondering if you know when you might be publishing this one" - in practice has not upset me. "(affectionately) what happened to posting the next chapter in november?" - ruined my fucking day. Had to stop myself from a mean spirited essay about all the reasons it hadn't happened. I can not tell you how to ask this correctly. You now have this schedule here, and you can ask about how it's going (perhaps in an ask) if it's in a chill manner! I'll totally answer, including if any of the bang fics have been officially dropped from the bang (and thus i can tell you my neat ideas! all i'll say is there's some very me things and at least on surprise that might keep people from guessing it's me!)

Anyway follow @burningmanau for fun burning man pictures and fic stuff!

[arcstral]

She finds him this year with the same bright smile, the same slight wind-tousle to her hair, the same exuberant, affectionate call ("Prince Marth!") -- all of it, familiar, save for perhaps the blurry stripe of flour smudged across her cheekbone, its shape cut into by suspicious finger shapes. Ah, whatever could she have been doing 'til now?

The answer lay within her hands, quite literally, for she places before him a dedicatedly decorated cake of a somewhat smaller size -- meant to be shared with perhaps two or three loved ones at most, as well as to be much easier to take back with him and save for later. Slices of peaches add splashes of color without and extra flavor within, and a bit of glaze paints a picture of the sun.

"Happy birthday!" The little robin chirps, the same message emblazoned across a card she has quite clearly illustrated by herself: a picture of him with his nearest and dearest, a bit silly but whole-hearted. ...Though, if he were to turn the card to the other side, he might discover the note written on its back, accompanied by a healthy dose of doodled flowers:

P.S. - My brother actually asked me about flowers when I was talking to him recently. Isn't that great? It made me really happy! So I'll share the 'lesson' I gave him with you, too. Just because I feel like it, of course! Yellow roses - joy, friendship, new beginnings ; purple lilies - peace, royalty ; white poppies - peace & calm... she goes on to list more, ending with blue irises, playfully marked out and followed by a written out 'Hee hee!'.

(And, if he were to glance at her after reading this note, he would most certainly be met with a mischievous grin, cleft in two by the finger held up to her lips.)

               The littlest, biggest robin of Macedon finds him with an almost supernatural knack. Like a sixth, seventh, and eight sense lied soundly in Maria’s possession leading her to the lodestar of Archanea as confidently as if he were the north star. Marth found no fault in it, of course, only wonder. Singled out so easily amidst the vast properties of the academy- a confident call of his name to seal every discernment- there would be nowhere to hide from Maria if they ever had need for such a game. Prince Marth! Even that initial bright chirp leads to further things; a familiar song passed back and forth between the once-Altean prince and the once-Macedonian princess.

               One that often started just like this. “Good day, Maria. You seem to be in promising spirits today,” he greeted per their ritual, casting down his smile over the dome of a neat scarlet head. A little taller, a little closer to him than the last birthday. This time was marked by some difference, however. The daub of pasty-white across her cheek beckoned his silent look of curiosity but Maria's voice sounded again, this time to the dawn of his flattered understanding. At last Marth took in the full picture:

               A smiling girl coated by intermittent streaks of chalky flour offered to him the yield of her labor; a darling white cake painted over with splashes of sunset pinks and yellows, representing the melting-sweet peach slices arrayed overtop. A specially made offering- a gift in his honor- and It looked delicious beyond compare! Obviously constructed in a way that reflected Maria’s research of the king’s most beloved tastes. The insightful card that followed aided in turning his appreciation to amusement.

              Shoulders shook with a sunburst of laughter, bright and full, as he regarded the most painterly depiction of the Hero-King. A noble effigy of unparalleled radiance constructed by wobbly lines, arms, legs. An eye or mouth corner drawn too high over the other one detracted away none from his regal nature, naturally. “It is a beautiful cake, Maria—and a wonderful picture. The love and care you exercised in these creations is ever clear to me! I’ll not spare them from a single ounce of my enjoyment. Thank you.” A wink and a whisper of equally secretive proportions conveyed his thoughts on the illuminating contents of the card’s back. “.  .  .And you have my word that the secrets written here shall accompany me to the grave.”

[ibelieveinghost]

3/16/24

not in the mood for it but kinda need to add an entry today cause guess what. today marks the 1st year anniversary of me -> tokyo

I had plans for today, which I didn't(have the energy nor the willpower to) follow. so I just had a normal day. the good kind of normal, not the lame kind. oh I took a evening walk too, to an unexplored neighborhood. got myself some taro tapioca on my way home, and journaled/doodled a little at the tea shop before it closed.

yesterday was kinda like THE rollercoaster experience. need to remember to write about it later. and oh, I got a part time job in fast food(McD, you guess it) because.. i need a place to go to and it's 30s away from my apartment. it's a new location, in a newly minted building, with everything brand new, so I bet it doesn't smell so bad yet. I need some good ol physical labor so I don't stay my head all day everyday. and I need to get more into contact with ppl, random folks, to be able to fully experience and embrace the cruelty of others and the pains of being human. but alas, I digress. it's just... a meager job, a little income which I don't desperately need, and maybe. maybe it'd be fun too. maybe I'll meet interesting people, and maybe I'll learn a few things here and there.

anyway, it felt kinda surreal when they hand me the uniform and the name tag with my last name inカナwritten on it. this never happened before. before coming to Japan i spent my entire life in higher-ed and do big brain research stuff. this is my new reality now. and I have to say, despite the whole situation still being a big MESS and my career prospective not looking super duper good, I'm excited about this post-graduation I-know-nothing-about-nothing and my-life-seems-pretty-fucked-up phase. it's a mix of confusion, lightheartedness, and expectations suppressed, with just the right amount of horrors added to make it low key exciting and kinda not so bad.

ok! so I did write something on this special day! now let's throw in some photos from my walk:

oh and quick update(?) I... started to have this suspicion...that... luci might had become my fav HH character now... I mean I still LOVE Alastor TO DEATH but luci... he is just... awwwwwwwww

btw I ship radioapple now i know i know... but just imagine the two of em sitting next to each other, chilling¬ even talking, vibing to light jazz/old love songs from al's radio that fills the room. it's. so. cute. it takes the most toxic couple to make it THIS CUTE. anyone???

ok going to bed now

good night🌙

[the-private-local-enemy]

i did this while high lole i'll color the lined one later maybe --how about i just add a third doodle instead

Dandelion Dragon Cookie is kind-hearted, but often absent-minded. He can usually be found drifting off into his own thoughts, staring at the sky for long periods of time. Allegedly, he has a peaceful aura that others find comforting.

He exists during the beginning of the decline of Dragons and the beginning of the era of Cookies. His particular Dragon subfamily are a protective sort and, traditionally, it is seen as shameful to die of old age and honorable to die while giving one's life to protect another. As he is one of the last remaining Dandelion Dragons, however, Dandelion Dragon Cookie does not plan to follow suit.

As such, Dandelion is something of a hermit. He has taken up residence in a cavern system in an often sunny valley, the entrance of which is carefully hidden by arranged branches and sods. He isn't overtly hostile to anyone unless given a reason to be regardless of his choice of residence, and doesn't mind the occasional passer-by so long as they don't mean trouble.

Ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent of the time he is content to introduce himself as simply Dandelion Cookie. He is more than content to pretend to be a mere, simple Cookie.

[damazcuz]

what do you think of reblogging versus just liking a post, does it matter? personally i find it annoying how much people talk about it. i don't think it's that much of a problem and ive been here a few years now

On the one hand as someone who writes and draws and then posts that stuff I do fully get it, it sucks to post something you worked on and get 1 reblog and 4 likes on it. especially when its like "oh the last silly thing i posted got 60 reblogs and 100 likes what happened?" is it time of day, did my quality of work go down, was it not funny enough, was it too personal, did i draw it poorly, etc etc. going back thru my last handful of art posts, it's like how do I figure out what gets people to see this let alone reblog it to show other people? and no matter how much you Know that notes and numbers don't add up to any greater meaning about the worth of what you do, it's also like "huh! i spent a lot of time and put heart into this and it got 0 notes… and then this doodle got 600+" it's like #THINK. as an aside, I KNOW for me it's partially because some of my fandoms are big right now and have a ton of people, (DE) and/or are universally well known and carry nostalgia weight to boot (portal) and others are very small and maybe the 12 people who reblogged that piece ARE the fandom (metro) so part of it FOR ME is metering my expectations for "the numbers" based on "how many people who DO see this will even know what it is?"

anyway so on one hand. i do understand it, and i do agree that reblogging is the lifeblood of this site and without it we're all just going to sit in silence and like posts from "funnytwittertweets" (which as another aside, i have blocked, and yet i constantly see their posts recommended to me, i can click to their blog and view it without issue, and even reblog their posts so what IS the truth on that tumblr? can we start a conspiracy theory about content farm bloggers?) yeah i DO think it's better to reblog things than to sit silently and stoically tapping the like button, and it is Frustrating to figure out sometimes Why some things can take off and get reblogged and others can't. for me.

ON THE OTHER HANDS! i also like things all the time that I may or may NOT reblog later, I use my likes as a reference for things. videos and audio posts i can't listen to or watch right now because I'm at work or otherwise in public and don't want to play sound. art that i want a closer look at first, things i want to reference or fact check first, or even just "huh im scrolling without glasses and cant really see it but i'll check this out tomorrow morning." OR most often, i'm on OP's blog and it's such a pain to reblog From their url.tumblr.com/post/12343245234523 page repeatedly, i'm just liking the posts so that i can go straight into likes later and reblog them easily from there. i have followers that do something similar (they'll like my post and then 2 weeks later it's on their blog because they queued it, I also used to use a queue and would queue things strictly from like likes because It's Easier on desktop.)

numbers also mean nothing and notes aren't real, and as a personal thing, i find "likes < reblogs and follows!" "do not like unless you also reblog!" banners and stuff to be like. annoyingly passive aggressive and i won't interact with art and stuff if that's on there -_- like cousin if i want to reblog it i'll do it, and it makes me feel like, obnoxiously guilty if i want to reblog but can't in that moment (due to can't see it/ need more time to look it over / prefer to reblog from my likes page) so i simply choose to Not engage. it's the mental illness sire.

um overall i think reblogging is better and it's important. i don't want tumblr to turn into 99 corporate accounts that post stolen content and we all hold up a thumbs up in silence. that would suck and can we talk about why tumblr still shows me stolentwittertweets posts on my "for you" page? can we talk about that now?

[momo-t-daye]

Consequences had always been things that happened to other people.

Oh, Sirius had had his fair share of detentions (but he and James could make detention more entertaining than their initial shenanigans) and screaming matches with his mother (even if he couldn’t win those, he could at least make sure that Walburga lost); but those were just things that happened, those weren’t really his fault.  He wasn’t prepared for consequences, he wasn’t prepared for any fallout, he hadn’t thought of anything past his plan to make Severus Snape go away.

He hadn’t expected Remus to be so upset.  Remus wasn’t willing to talk to him, Remus wasn’t even willing to look at him!  Remus was acting more like a martyr than a marauder.

He had expected Snape to be scared, he’d wanted Snape to be scared, getting Snivellus to go away was the whole point of it all, and scaring Sniv off was what success looked like.  Watching Sniv skitter around corners, go quiet in the classroom, and fold in on himself— that was a victory, right?

He hadn’t expected James to be so angry.  He couldn’t understand why James was so angry.  James had never been angry at him before.  Not really angry.  Not angry enough to stop talking.

He had expected Dumbledore to be disappointed, Headmaster Dumbledore was an authority figure and he was very good at disappointing authority figures.  But, even while disappointed with Sirius, Dumbledore had made sure to protect Remus, so it really should be all right (Remus shouldn’t be upset, James shouldn’t be angry, Peter shouldn’t be the only one of them willing to pass the salt or say good morning).

He hadn’t expected Narcissa to seek him out while he moped along the corridors in baffling solitude after a lonely lunch, to take his arm and guide him off to a quiet hallway soaked in dusty sunlight.  He hadn’t expected her to say that she understood him, that dear Aunt Wally would be so very proud of him for his efforts to maintain and uphold the natural hierarchy, but (over his spluttering protests), that he really needed to pick a different half-blood to torment because Severus Snape was her pet project and she would be so dreadfully put out if anything ghastly happened to that boy.

She knew he knew about pet projects, she said with a pretty little smile, what, with Remus Lupin.

The bottom had dropped out of Sirius’ world as his cousin, with her pretty doll face benign and benevolent, began to insinuate a picture of a future he hadn’t bothered to imagine, a future he hadn’t expected.

Severus hadn’t told her about Remus Lupin, she said before his accusations could fly.  He’d thought Dumbledore had fixed things, that it really was going to be all right, that Snape wouldn’t, couldn’t— !

No, Severus had been reticent, almost recalcitrant.

But Remus Lupin had confessed when Lily Evans asked.  Remus Lupin had been ready to crack, absolutely bursting with guilt and boiling with grief.  Why, Narcissa hadn’t needed to do anything beyond pointing dear Lily in the right direction.  

So now she knew about Remus Lupin.

She surmised that Dumbledore knew about Remus Lupin, particularly given Sirius’ blithe attitude (wasn’t it amazing how fast that could evaporate?), but, she wondered innocently, did the Board of Governors know about Remus Lupin?  Goodness, did the editors at the Daily Prophet know about Remus Lupin?

Her tone was so solicitous and soothing that it made Sirius sick to his stomach. 

Certain pertinent information was readily available to anyone that could access and peruse the Lycanthrope Registry.  Did Sirius remember that Bella’s former roommate, the surviving one that hadn’t run off to another continent before graduation, Rita (what a gem) was trying to establish herself as a full-time contributor to the Daily Prophet?

“You can’t,” he’d said, his mouth dry and his throat tight with terror.  “Cissy, you can’t tell.”

“Oh, Siri,” she’d sighed and he couldn’t tell whether she was bemused or amused.  “You’re wrong.  I can, I can tell whomever I so please.  The only question is whether I shall.”

Writing the right letter to the right person would be simple, Narcissa was little “Miss Missive”; but Narcissa wasn’t inclined to contact her darling papa or her dear sister’s former roommate about this little issue just yet.  There was still a chance Sirius could aid her in resolving this situation discreetly.

She didn’t particularly dislike Remus Lupin.  Even if she felt that introducing Sirius to those muggle velour tracksuits was completely unforgivable, she could admit that it wasn’t the sort of crime that really warranted death or Azkaban. Furthermore, while she didn’t particularly like Albus Dumbledore, she didn’t particularly loathe him either.  Even if Dumbledore was a bit of a political nuisance, she found that an eccentric headmaster rattling around the school could usefully produce a number of charming little anecdotes to sprinkle into her regular correspondence (Griselda Marchbanks, for one, thought Dumbledore stories were delightful).

Still, Remus Lupin and Albus Dumbledore were sacrifices she was willing to make if Sirius would not cooperate.

She was, primarily, concerned that setting off the chain of events that could lead to the imprisonment and/or execution of a classmate (and/or dangerous Dark creature) along with the Headmaster’s removal and replacement would be dreadfully disruptive; particularly since their O.W.L.s were coming up in a handful of months.

Severus was looking forward to taking the O.W.L.s and Narcissa had no wish to deprive him or to distract or detract from his experience.  Good marks on O.W.L.s could help when one’s blood hindered.  Unfortunately, death or dismemberment would make it very difficult for him to take his O.W.L.s.

She would go so far as to tolerate Severus being disgruntled about disrupted exams if Sirius offered her no other choice.

He’d thought Bella, with her habit of breaking all his favorite things when she was bored, was the scary cousin.  Prissy Cissy, with her pristine dresses and fussy golden curls done up with ribbons and porcelain doll face and her proclivity for keeping her hands clean and frivolous fondness for needlework and gossiping with the old ladies, had never frightened him.

Now Narcissa stood before him with a terrible little smile, unspooling a vision of a world in which she broke some of his favorite people for his imagination and he was frightened.  

He was trapped in a web of his own making, he would dance like a puppet on a string for her or she would take that string spun from his web and use it as a noose for Remus. It was all his fault, no wonder Remus and James were both furious.

“What do you want?”

She looked at him as though she couldn’t decide whether he was dense or only pretending to be obtuse.

Very carefully, as though talking to a small child or a senile auntie, she informed him that he was to leave Severus alone.

There would be no hexing in the hallways, no shoving on the stairs, no cursing in the classroom, no jinxing in the Great Hall.  He would no longer be permitted to torment, taunt, prank, or persecute Severus without risking her ire.  And, for goodness sake, Sirius was to cease and desist with that utterly appalling appellation they’d stuck on the poor boy.  It was juvenile and inelegant and dull.

She expected he would also enforce this new standard of behavior on cousin Jamie, that Pettigrew boy, and Remus Lupin.  That bit wouldn’t be terribly difficult for Sirius, she said, as Remus Lupin was all but born to wave the white flag at any pitfalls in his path, the Pettigrew boy was all too happy to mimic the manners and morals of the more magnetic personalities in his vicinity, and Lily Evans was having a little chat with Jamie about some possible futures right about now.

She trusted that she and Sirius understood one another.  It was so nice to have had this little chat, to finally have clear communication with her cousin.

Now she really needed to go find Severus and let him know that all was well, there was nothing to fear, that Sirius and his little cronies would behave from now on.  They would behave, wouldn’t they?

With a chaste kiss on his cheek and a half-maternal pat on his head, she departed and Sirius, shaken by the genteel menace, stumbled towards the Gryffindor tower.  He wanted to talk to James, he needed to talk to James.  He hoped James would talk to him.

He met Lily Evans on the stairs, she was cold with rage and her eyes were hard.

“Oh,” she said, “Narcissa found you.  Good.”

He froze as she swept past, red hair tied up with one of Narcissa’s embroidered ribbons.  Green velvet.  Very nice floral motif. Some sort of daffodil.

“Black!” She called up, as if in afterthought, “I expect Narcissa was rather too nice to you since you’re both family.  If anything happens to Sev, if you hurt him ever again, just know that I won’t be nice at all.”

It should’ve been laughable.  Lily Evans was just some middle-class muggleborn girl from some nowhere town.  Who cared if she was or wasn’t “nice”?

She didn’t have Walburga’s temper or Bella’s humor, she didn’t have Narcissa’s connections, she didn’t have a Gringotts vault, she didn’t have generations of magical knowledge to consult or a childhood home full of really nasty curses.  Yet she looked prepared to lay a flock of geas upon him.

“Fine,” he said.  “I’ll lay off Sni—” her eyes were narrowed and his tongue bent towards an unfamiliar articulation, “—aaape.  Snape.”

He wondered, for a moment after she was gone, whether, or perhaps why, Cissy had given Evans that ribbon for her hair.

Remus’ bed curtains were shut and so were the curtains around James’ bed.  Peter was nowhere to be found and Sirius didn’t have the map (he suspected Remus had monopolized the map over the last week and was using it to avoid him).

James didn’t come to dinner and Remus moved to the other end of the long Gryffindor table with Peter trailing behind him as soon as Sirius sat down.  It was awful, and all the more awful when he noticed Snape watching him from across the Great Hall, flanked by Narcissa and Lily Evans, whispering to one another like sisters.

He hardly slept, he wanted to talk to James, or maybe Remus, or even Peter, but they had conspired to ignore him.  He was still awake when James slipped out of the room before the clocks had managed to find their way to six AM.

Quidditch practice, perhaps? 

Perhaps not, Otto Bagman wasn’t a fan of sunrises.

Sirius snuck out after James, if he could just corner James, just talk to James, just warn James, then maybe, maybe things could be all right.  If he could talk to James, then they could come up with a plan together, and maybe they could fix everything.

James wasn’t in the common room loo, where Sirius had expected to corner him while his pants were down and he wouldn’t run.

Instead, perhaps anticipating pursuit, James had gone out to the  sixth-floor bathroom.  It was early enough there wouldn’t be a swarm of first years competing for the one good shower.

James’ eyes were puffy and red-rimmed and his expression went stormy when he spotted Sirius in the mirror sidling up to the next sink.  He even went as far as to turn his back to Sirius and began to brush his teeth while perpendicular to the counter.

It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t awful, if Sirius didn’t suspect that James had been crying all night, if it wasn’t his fault for not thinking about the future beyond making Severus Snape go away.

There was a silent breach between them now that Sirius could not begin to broach.

 Perhaps because he was overwhelmed with angst as he washed his face for the third time in eight silent minutes, waiting for James to finish brushing his teeth, Sirius was caught unawares.  He couldn’t have expected Severus Snape to appear in the bathroom— the sixth-floor bathroom was well within Gryffindor territory and far from the depths of the dungeons where the Slytherins dwelt—, and wedge himself into the narrow gulf between Sirius and James’ silent back.  It would be utterly uncharacteristic of Severus Snape to place himself, isolated and vulnerable, in their power, it was the last thing Sirius could’ve expected.

But Snape was there, practically touching Sirius, practically touching James, intent on his own reflection as he drew dark lines around his eyes like he wanted to be some kind of wretched raccoon.

James nearly choked on his toothbrush, which was enough to convince Sirius that he wasn’t hallucinating Snape’s presence and bizarre behavior.

“Hmm?” Said the horrid little gremlin, “Did you say something, Black?  Potter?” And the question mark was shaped like a scorpion poised to strike.

“No-!” James said, all but frothing at the mouth, “No,” he said again, to Sirius this time. “Don’t.” It was the first thing he’d said directly to Sirius in the last several days. 

“No, nothing, uh, no,” Sirius agreed, desperate for James to keep talking to him.

“Ho ho,” Snape murmured, now focused on applying appallingly black lipstick to his thin smirk. “Indeed, indeed.  My, how the tables have turned!”

Then it hit Sirius like the wrath of the Whomping Willow: this was a test.

Narcissa, and Lily Evans perhaps, had established the boundaries of the new regime.  Now, Inspector Snape had arrived like a malicious ballerina with toes en pointe upon the very line that Sirius mustn’t cross.

Over Snape’s head, James was urgently trying to beg Sirius to hold his tongue without uttering a word himself and Sirius was earnestly trying to convey via pantomime that he understood and would be as mute as a swan.  

The wink, far more subtle than the semaphore, was a sadly limited method of communication, and neither James nor Sirius had ever learned sign language. 

Severus, with feigned disinterest in the pair desperately attempting, and failing, to spontaneously develop telepathy, produced a small onion from one pocket and a rather large kitchen knife from the other.  Then, with exaggerated care and precision, he cut the onion crosswise and appeared to savor the lachrymatory aroma.

Sirius and James froze, in a tableau of horror, as inky tears rolled down Snape’s smiling cheek.

“What the—?”  Sirius gasped, his own eyes watering as Snape, blinking rapidly, proceeded to store the onion halves in a jar and rinse his kitchen knife.

“It’s called fashion, Black,” Snape declared with manic cheer.

“Oh, uh, very, uh, very pretty…?” James offered weakly.

Sirius nodded along, despite knowing full well that the list of the season’s top looks did not include ‘sad nightmare clown’.  It was one thing to wear a fetching taxidermy koala on your head, but no one sensible wanted to go around looking like a miserable panda.

The unhinged lunatic, evidently satisfied with himself, smirked at the feeble compliments.  Sirius had never seen Snape look so happy as he did right then, waltzing out of the bathroom to get a start on Saturday.

“He’s gone mad with power, hasn’t he?” Sirius whispered.

“We’re doomed,” said James, and Sirius felt his heart swell with joy.

They were a ‘we’ once more.  They were friends again.

For James (and for Remus too, of course, of course), Sirius would endure ten thousand temptations from Severus Snape.

[belethlegwen]

SW -> Giantess

So I was scrolling the ol' hornyjail twitter feed when I woke up this morning and came across a post that featured a line that said "SW has been sidelined and hijacked in favour of SM" and like I have some thoughts on that [Content Warning: Discussion of uncomfortable treatment/vague mention of graphic, lewd materials and unsolicited behavior, mention of anti-woman sentiments/behavior.]

I've been actively looking for this material on the internet for 20-25 years or more now. Back in the day, at least for me, it was significantly harder to find and usually involved me finding forums and message boards, mostly for other fandoms, trying to find people creating things that looked KINDA LIKE G/t (back then as far as I was ever aware, it was only ever referred to as SW/SM-- Shrunken Woman/Shrunken Man-- and Micro/Macro) and hoped I could follow breadcrumb trails to maybe some sites/boards that were more SPECIFICALLY for size-difference art/writing/discussion etc.

Everyone seems to have already made clear how back in the day, there was no strong "SFW" focus in any part of the community. You would find that material, yes, but it would be mixed in with and sandwiched between some pretty aggressive, violent, graphic and vulgar stuff a lot of the time, so you were playing a pretty risky game of roulette every time you looked.

The first message boards I ever found that I could participate in myself were EXCLUSIVELY SW. The website was SW-focused, the boards were very much the same, and as someone who had ID'd most of my life up to that point as a Shrunken Woman/Occasional-Regular Switch, I felt I could fit in there. I was right, to a degree. They were definitely hungry for women to be in their community.

I was on this particular board for a few years, around the time I was 19-21, and it always just felt... aggressive toward women. I realized much later that a lot of the community on the boards, specifically, were anti-woman, but at the time I was young and sheltered and it was hard for me to really differentiate between "No they like women they want them in the community a lot" and "Hahaha wow if you are not a specific, very submissive kind of woman they uh... really don't like you or want you to feel like you belong here". There was ONE openly queer woman on the boards, and the men on the forums regularly referred to her as "the only Giantess we let in here" and STILL often treated her like crap if she was engaging in discussions and sharing her own creations of art/writing/ideas etc.

I'd shared a few pieces and drafts and stuff there early on. Writings, and I even used to do doodles back then. It was always met with unsolicited, often graphic, sexual comments about what I could "add" or how this person would "change it" to fit their specific desires. The site was decidedly NSFW, so I never really complained about it openly but I sure did wish it would stop happening.

The few times I made requests of the fiction writers and 3D modellers and artists and stuff for pieces that were SW related and that I would enjoy, it was all decidedly more SFW/gentler and I got legitimate pushback for the suggestions from one or two of the people I requested from (it was normal back in the day for someone on a message board to be like 'I'm taking requests for short stories/doodles, just drop them here and I'll get to them if I like them') OR when they didn't pushback and actually created my request, it was either much more graphic than my request OR me and the artist would both get kind of harassed for not providing something that fit SomeRandomForumGuy918's specific crank-turner.

It is possible, and I'm not arguing against it, that I just managed to miss SM or even more... woman-friendly SW sites and boards and the like back in the day. But I'm not kidding when I say that SW was the dominant section of the entire G/t sphere back then every time I went looking. There was some SM stuff but it was almost ALWAYS set-up for pretty aggressive Revenge-focused SW art/fiction. But for real? I've felt that the massive change from seeing Tiny-Woman/Giant Man focused art to more Tiny-Man/Giant Woman, Tiny-Woman/Giant Woman focused art was just a progression of what I experienced and know a few others experienced on those forums back in the day.

I was on those specific boards maybe 2-3 months interacting with people before I realized I was becoming more Giant-leaning personally, just for a sensation of safety and respect. When I started writing/discussing more from the Giant perspective, the men of the forums became pretty notably hostile and, again, would point toward that other woman as "This is our Token Giantess" and basically implied I get back in line. I went from being predominantly a Shrunken-Woman/sometimes a Switch, to "Nope, fuck this, fuck y'all, I'm a Giant now and when shit sucks, I'mma hit the bricks". If I feel safe enough around you to even discuss being small as a fantasy, or having my self-insert be small around you without like, a big spotter for safety, it's because there's an incredible degree of trust.

And part of it kind of sucks? I miss the bliss of what I refer to now as Naivety, back when I could enjoy fiction and art and discussion and fantasy where I was a tiny person, but people kind of abused the shit out of the idea that myself (and others on the forum) wanted to be at least a LITTLE vulnerable in that way and would get legitimately pissed when we weren't as submissive as they wanted at any given moment.

I guess this is just an extremely long-winded post to say like, I know I'm not the only person from that forum or likely others who USED to like being SW or female/femme tinies and creating art and writings and discussions from that angle, who were chased out of it and either chased out of the entire community for good or were chased out to the point of changing the whole perspective and power dynamic just to feel a little bit safer here. I guess my biggest thing is that... my hackles went up at the wording of "hijacked" specifically because like, that just triggered me back to the entitlement of the gross-ass dudes on this forum. I didn't "hijack" your precious SW content, I was made to feel unsafe and unwanted for participating in a way that catered to my needs more than other people's so like... fuck that?

I can trust MYSELF to be a gentle giant, to respect someone else's feelings and boundaries and space. It has been decades since I have easily trusted that anyone else would offer that to me if I were a tiny. So I don't let myself be tiny very often, basically ever now.

If I were to sum it up not-at-all correctly, I guess I'd say: Treat your tinies with kindness and respect, or they tend to become bitter, jaded giants to get away from you.

In like, the GOOD side of this post, I will say that finding the SFW G/t community in the past few months has been a legitimate life-safer for me. I love y'all, I love getting to interact with y'all, it is just... so much safer and more respectful here for both giants and tinies compared to the fires I had to go through when I was younger. As what feels like a comparative Ancient in this community, it really means a lot to see "Oh no, we caring and respecting now. That's our jam" happening a lot, happening prominently in this space. I get to share my content without aggressive comments like "Why isn't it THIS THING instead?!" and people are sharing their works without having to worry about it fitting specific boxes they don't want it to.

I am living for seeing people creating what THEY WANT TO CREATE and just sharing it as-is. "I made this for me, because I wanted it. Maybe you want it too? Maybe you will like this??" and guess what: I do want it! I do like it! I love that you are sharing things you love with me and that I get to share the things I love with other people who want it too! How fuckin' rad!! I've even made friends through tumblr since I arrived here a little while back that I feel I could trust to respect me if I wanted to go into the fantasy-space as a tiny again. That's fuckin' neat. Y'all are stellar and I love you.

[rosierin]

Studying with you

pairing: tsukishima x fem!reader

synopsis: after finding out about your gradually decreasing grades, your teacher urges you to change your studying methods and decides to find you a tutor among the class. shame that tutor is literally the biggest jerk known to man. you swear he knows nothing but insults and that his heart is made of stone. or is it?

genre: fluff

type: oneshot

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i hate love this guy, srsly

"Oi, (y/n). Wake up, we're not finished." 

Your head jerks up and you let out a loud, drawn out groan as your eyes refocus on the man in front of you. He's sneering, same as usual, and you wish you could suddenly go back to dream land where you were happily baking cookies with Hinata and Kageyama. 

Beneath your arms are two gaping algebra textbooks. One is riddled with scribbly notes and an unnecessary amount of pointless doodles, except the one of Tsukishima— scowling with a head drawn way too big compared to the rest of his skinny body. The other is filled with neat, detailed formulas, pastel highlights and all the correct answers which you've been struggling to find for the past two hours.

"I'm up, I'm up, geez.." You yawn with your head still on the table and look up at Tsukishima with drowsy eyes. "You could've woken me up a little nicer, ya know."

"Yeah.. no. How about you hurry up and finish so I can go home?" He looks more than done at this point and huffs, pointing at a formula jotted messily on your paper. "And you got that one wrong again, by the way."

You squint at your work, then realize he was right. "Oh. My bad."

Wanting to get things over with, you get back to work but your eyelids are so heavy it's ridiculous. Not to mention your brainpower has reached its limit.

You can feel your grip on your pen loosen as you try and correct your work but before you know it, your head drops again, only to be jolted awake by a sudden smack to the back of the head with what feels like a textbook.

"What the— Do you mind?!" You snap. 

Tsukishima doesn't react to your outburst in the slightest, just nods to your unfinished work with a look of lazy authority. "Algebra." He stares at you with a deadpan expression when you pout. "Now." 

"Fiiine." You sigh, annoyed that your puppy dog eyes didn't work on Tsukishima. Not that you thought they would. Tsukishima didn't seem like the type to particularly like animals, except maybe for dinosaurs. He had a small keychain of one buried deep within his pencil case, you found. "You know, you'd make a terrible teacher."

This time, it's Tsukishima's turn to yawn, stretching his long limbs and you have to force yourself not to focus on the pull of his lean muscles despite yourself. Then, he turns to look at you with a look of false innocence. "Sorry, go on?"

"I hate you."

"Great. Now ask me if I care."

You suck in through your teeth as you hold back from socking the blonde straight in the face. He's been sassing you non-stop since the beginning of your study session and you'd think you'd be used to his perpetual cocky remarks by now but alas, he was still a huge pain in your ass.

"Where're you going?" You ask as Tsukishima gets up from his chair that's in front of your desk, dusting the eraser shavings off your textbooks.

"Aw. Think you'll miss me?"

You bite your lip down and he notices, smirking contently before deciding to answer: "going to get some water. That question better be finished by the time I get back."

He's gone before you can retort, long legs granting him a quick escape. However halfway down the hallway you hear him add: "or I'll make you do three more."

Great.

"Yessir," you sigh, though you have absolutely no intention of following through.

You glance down at your textbooks for good measure— textbooks which are practically staring at you, and you can picture them with beady little eyes as though they're chanting— soooolve ussss.

You shudder. Man, you really were tired.

"Yeah, no. Sorry, Tsukki."

Pushing your homework aside, unfazed by your salty tutor's threats, you decide it's time for an actual break. You deserved it, right? Yeah, yeah you did. So without second thought, you let your attention drift to the scenery outside instead.

You'd been so focused on your homework (and Tsukishima's sass) that you hadn't even noticed the beautiful sunset that was now setting over the hills of Karasuno High. You always loved the way it looked at this hour, basking the buildings and tall, lush trees in its warm light. It was all too soothing, so soothing that you hadn't even realized you were once more falling asleep, eyeslids fighting to stay open until they finally gave in and what little willpower you had left, left your body.

"Right, time's up. You better be finish—"

The moment Tsukishima walks back into the classroom, eyes settling on your current state— sprawled out on your desk, mouth slightly agape and completely out cold, he's overcome with the urge to sigh.

He walks over to your desk and sits down opposite you, then as he leans his cheek into his palm, he lazily pokes your cheek— once, twice, but gets no reaction in response.

"You've got to be kidding me.." He sighs. But he decides to not bother and wake you up this time. What'd be the point? You clearly weren't in any shape to study and honestly, he didn't have the patience in him anymore to try in case it'd drive him crazy.

For a second he debates just leaving you there, passed out of your classroom desk, but quickly decides against it in case he gets an earful from your parents about leaving you alone or something. The last thing he wants is any extra trouble.

Therefore he agrees, albeit begrudgingly, to let you sleep. Just until you were rested up enough to work again.

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Thirty minutes go by, you're still fast asleep.

During that time, Tsukishima took it upon himself to slip his headphones on and listen to some beats, hazel eyes flitting beyond the window to watch the last of the sunset, hoping it'd make the time go by quicker.

Usually, this would be right up his alley; peace and quiet, chill lofi and a sunset, however when sat on a painfully uncomfortable, wooden chair rather than his comfy and plump single bed, the experience was significantly less appealing. Therefore, after trying to find a comfortable sitting position and failing for the fourth time he decides to take his headphones off and focus back on his studies— he might as well, only when he reaches for his pen, he realizes it isn't there.

Amber eyes scan the table. Usually it'd be in his pencil case; he doesn't remember taking it ou—

Ah, never mind. It all makes sense when he sees it. Not in his pencil case after all, but balanced precariously between your fingers.

He rolls his eyes.

Why didn't she just use her own pen?

Reaching for it, he attempts to pull it out of your grasp only to freeze when you begin to stir.

He doesn't know why at this point— he could just wake you up, that's what he'd initially planned. But now, for some reason, there's something that prevents him from doing so. Maybe it had something to do with the way you were sleeping so peacefully.

He tries to pull at his pen again— gently— but this time, it isn't you stirring that makes him seize up, but the way your index and middle finger hook around his own.

His brain stutters.

Well, this is new.

Tsukishima's back straightens an awkward amount, completely unsure of what to do. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. He becomes painfully aware of that. He's also painfully aware that you could possibly wake up while holding him like this.

Thankfully, you don't. And although the tenseness of his body is beginning to hurt, he still takes the time to admire your sleeping form.

You're laying crossed armed, head nestled between them, facing him. He watches your body rise and fall ever so gently, can almost hear your quiet breaths. It's picturesque, almost; the way your hair glows beneath the bright full moon. Unknowingly, his thumb twitches nearer, gravitating towards the warmth of your hand and he can almost feel—

"Enjoying yourself there?"

Suddenly he's frozen. Though it only lasts a second, for the next he's already retracted his hand, folding it under his arm like it was never there to begin with.

"Wh— How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough," you say, smiling curiously at him and for once the tables have been turned; the teased having become the teaser. "So you can be nice sometimes."

Tsukishima's expression is anything but impressed as you mock him, his face caught between confused and annoyed, and dare you say even a little bit embarrassed? He's quick to shake it off though, sparing himself of any sly comment as he regains his usual cool demeanor.

"Please. You're the one who grabbed me first," he scoffs.

"But you didn't try to move," you shoot back.

There's a strange atmosphere that settles in the room as your mishief-glinting eyes bore into his, and Tsukishima doesn't dare talk back for once, having been robbed of all witty comebacks. He hates being at a loss for words, but he hates even more so, the beginnings of a grin forming on your features, one that he knows is a result of his shortcomings.

"Whatever, (y/n) just pack up your stuff. We're done for the night," he says as he himself starts tidying his belongings.

You chuckle then nod your head. "Sure thing, sensei."

"...don't call me that."

"Sensei."

"Urgh, shut up."

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Later that night, when you're lying in bed, ready to fall asleep, your eyes snap open as your phone buzzes underneath your pillow. You pull it out and press the home button, wondering who could possibly be texting you at this hour. When you do, you're surprised when it's Tsukishima's ID that pops up.

He had sent one message:

"Oh and by the way, you drool when you sleep."