#I'm kind of anxious

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

an urn for a beloved cat

[coffeebanana]

having thoughts about the marinette and nathalie hug because like.

my god.

marinette's just had her world turned inside out

she's just a kid and how's she supposed to carry all this alone and what is she supposed to do and what does she tell adrien?

and then, suddenly, there's someone there to share the burden. an adult. someone who has a reputation for getting things done

so maybe, just this once, everything doesn't have to balance on marinette's shoulders alone

but it's nathalie--who, sure, adrien obviously cares about. but not someone marinette's at all close to. certainly not someone she probably thinks of as warm or parental or even very trustworthy. maybe marinette's even started to put the pieces together--if gabriel was monarch, then mayura must have been...??

those doubts seem insignificant when she actually sees nathalie

the last time marinette saw her, she was dying. and now marinette knows what gabriel wished for--at least some of it. she knows he did one good thing in the end. that he finally, to some degree, put adrien first

then another horrible truth dawns on marinette: nathalie doesn't know--of course she was aware gabriel was dying, but she still doesn't know he's dead

marinette's probably already thought up a hundred different ways she might break the news to adrien--even if she discarded them all just as quickly. she hasn't thought at all about breaking the news to nathalie

what's she supposed to say? however complicated things were in the end, gabriel was obviously someone nathalie cared about

marinette struggles to find the words, but nathalie just knows. she already suspected, because how would she be here if gabriel was as well? and now the truth's written all over marinette's face

it's not just marinette who needs that hug--though nathalie would probably never admit it, which is why it's marinette who's running to her

how many weeks has adrien been gushing to nathalie about marinette? about how she's so creative and strong and compassionate and full of love

and in that moment, nathalie understands

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Some submissions I get make me want to make, like, a Wall of Shame for submissions I am Not Fucking Posting but irritate me enough to let people drag them in the public square

[rollforjackass]

look we all know that aziraphale is mr. fiddlesticks-not-fuck and dearie-me-good-gracious, but my favorite thing about him is that there is also, at all times, a fuck-shit little bastard inside of him just begging to be let loose. he's petty, he's passive aggressive, and the Second he decides that playing by heaven's rules isn't going to help anybody, it's all "i know who you are, you idiot!" and "you STUPID man" and "FUCK"

[b4kuch1n]

​​​​            saw you.

[maskednerd]

In honor of the Disventure Camp season finale, here are some memes that have been stashed away on my desktop! Admittedly... I've been silently obsessed with this show for about last 5 months-

[londondungeon2]

There is no big speech given. Tears are not falling. This will not be a Shakespearean trail of tragic theatrics of having to say goodbye. However, Jade Leech had expected that you two would exchange more than two sentences each. Besides the outlier which is Idia’s overblot, the two of you have never been apart from each other for more than a day.

“No going into the darkroom. Everything in there is flammable.”

“Yah, yah, I get it. I wouldn’t go into that stuffy room anyways, Henchman.”

Really? That is all the words you and Grim are parting on? Jade knew not to wait for entertaining tears – neither Grim or you are big criers – but perhaps a bit of verbal horseplaying would have been appropriate – his blue fire and your red, icy stare. 

But, already you are turning towards Jade, who is joined by his brother and his housewarden. Suitcase like a faithful guide-dog by your legs and backpack slung on your shoulder. In the Mirror Chamber, you look upon him with silent, mild anticipatory eyes. If he were anyone else, he would be inclined to believe those were eyes overbrewing with frothy boredom. It is only a month; no need for a big fuss, what did you expect?, your eyes scold him.  Jade narrows his expression to let you know what he was thinking when –

“Myah,” you stumble when weight throws itself on your leg, “you better bring back a buncha souvenirs. And I want to eat Coral Sea tuna so bring me back ten – no twenty! And you better come back because I can’t be a master to a drowned Henchman! Got it!”

Floyd laughs at Sealy’s grumbling. 

However, a blink cracks your usual monotone facial expression. When a hand falls down to pet Grim’s ears, he bristles in embarrassment until you offer up a bigger catch, “I’ll bring back thirty..”

Ah, there are the entertaining tears Jade had been awaiting for when he woke up this morning. They shine like rubies in Grim’s eyes. Always polite, Jade hides a little quirk of his smirking lips behind his fist, feeling a bit like the cat who got the cream. 

It is a bit childish of him to be so happy about getting to keep you during the first half of the summer vacation; if Jade were a lesser man, he would stick out his tongue at Grim in victory but he only smirks. Which still earns him a pinch from you, scolding again. So cruel, his lovely pearl. 

He smiles wide at you when you turn back to him, urging you to believe his toothy innocence. Your expression pinches, ready to scold him again with just one mean look. A voice beats both of you to the punch, “Cooome on, I’m gettin’ bored of standin’ round. Let’s go! Let’s go!” Floyd nudges Jade’s shoulder hard.

Looking at his watch, another voice beats him to the punch, “It would be optimal if we leave now. It would look bad on us to run behind on schedule.” 

Jade surmises that is true enough, even if his entertainment has to be cut short. His mother’s impatience burns on the same burnt, centimeter-long wick that Floyd’s does; his father would be stern about punctuality. Jade had … conveniently neglected to mention you joining them on this voyage back home. Thirty one days of numerous divertissements and they are already off to a good start. 

But really if you want to take your time saying goodbye to Grim, he is not going to stop you from doing so. That thought is rendered useless when you are the first to break formation of all four of them standing by the Mirror Chamber. Suitcase wheels rolling, you move forward in silence forcefulness. You always have very little or nothing to say, mouth almost always glued shut.

“I’ll hunt for forty,” Jade supplies as he follows shortly after his energetic brother. This time when he pets Grim, he is not pushed off like typical. However, a half-serious vitriol glare is harsh on Grim’s expression, still teary eyed. So Jade offers, “Fifty?” Saltwater rubies rapidly dries at those words. 

Thus, all four of you disappear in your send off to the seas.

[horizons-queerstake-blog]

ok the new transgender policy in the handbook is messed up for a lot of reasons but I hate how they probably didn't even bother to think about how hostile it is toward intersex people.

[hiskillingjar]

i am so obsessed with ur writing 🩷 this is actually really tame but i feel weird requesting it lol. could i get ren (or anyone really) with a reader who has a small chest (boobs? breasts? tits??). havent felt insecure about them in so long until recently and im spiraling. u can go from there with whatever u want. thank u!!

thankl you!! i've been literally all about boobs lately so....yeah alright!

900+ words, fem mc, chest referred to as breasts and boobs. you know how it goes.

Your entire life had a subtext now, which you were beginning to learn during your imprisonment.

You were watching placidly as Ren put together a new anime figure, his little, pink tongue poking out as he carefully lined up each notch of shiny plastic and pushed them together, all contributing to the elaborate diorama that he had probably spent way too much money on.

You might have rolled your eyes at his childish indulgence, his total lack of awareness as he put together a model of a busty cat-girl trying to hold a towel to her heaving chest, had you not been having a slightly…well, self-conscious moment about your own body.

Because there was that subtext now.

The lingering thought of not being good enough for Ren, so much so that he had to fulfil what you couldn't give him with perverted toys and crudely drawn pornography.

"You don't…really like girls like that, do you?" You mumbled, idly chewing the inside of your cheek.

"Hm? Like what?" Ren asked, not looking up from the task at hand as he slid a miniature plastic towel rack into place on the thick base.

"Like," You sighed and rolled your eyes, almost annoyed at yourself for asking. "This character…do you really think she's that pretty?"

"Yeah, of course I do!" He said, looking up like you were saying the obvious. "She's one of my favourites for a reason, you know, she's a total cutie pie. Like, she's depicted as heavier in the manga, obviously, but I really like that the anime was mostly faithful to her body type and skin tone." He was rambling now, as his eyes went back down to his figure and he smiled even wider. "Cus, ya know, you don't tend to see anime with chubbier girls, let alone anime that merchandisers pick up on...."

"Mph," You looked to the side, embarrassed that you had been so self-conscious to begin with. "R-Right…of course."

"What, are you jealous?" Ren then asked, his golden eyes on yours again and a coy smile on his face

"I'm not jealous!" You said quickly, looking back towards him. "It's just…well, i-it's typical that you'd think like that." You huffed and crossed your arms. "You don't actually care about…well, representation or whatever. You just like girls like that."

"Girls like what?" He grinned again, his fox tail wagging as you stammered and over-explained.

"Like…" Your cheeks flushed. "Big boobs and stuff."

"Mm, that sounds like you're jealous. Jealous over a girl that doesn't even exist, hah!" He barked out a hyena-esque cackle and leaned over his desk, bringing his face closer to yours. "Well, what's wrong with liking curvy girls? Obviously, it's important that Kitten-Chan is heavier, for, like, body positivity stuff or whatever, but…I do just think she's really cute. What's wrong with that, huh?"

"Whatever…" You rolled your eyes again. "Forget I said anything."

"No, no, this is way too cute" Ren laughed, pacing to the other side of his desk, and pressing his chest to yours in a close (and non-consenting) hug. He raised his eyebrows with a smile, looking at you more closely. "You're all flustered and stutter-y. It's pretty fun to tease you like this."

"What are you teasing me for?" You murmured, as his hands drifted down your hips, toying with the tie of your pyjama shorts.

"Because it's cute, and because I want to, duh," Ren replied with another little titter, keening in closer and rubbing his nose against your jaw, down your neck. "And you're such an easy target for it too. I mean, look at you." He leaned in and pressed his mouth to your neck, giving you a quick little nip. "You're even defensive about your boob size~"

"I-!" You yelped at the bite, cheeks flushed and your hands trembling down at your sides. "I'm not…defensive about that..."

Ren then raised his head to look you in the eye, his expression nauseatingly smug and his ears raised high.

"Oh, you're not?" He asked, raising a brow. "Sure is looking like it to me, sweetie…"

He then reached upwards for your chin, lifting your head and holding your gaze as his own narrowed, his expression hot and hungry and dripping with that unspoken subtext between you.

"You have no reason to be self-conscious, you know…" He murmured, the hand on your hip reaching up to your chest, idly pawing at you. "I mean, I like curvy girls, sure, but I like you too." He chuckled again and lowered his lips back to your neck, kissing the spot he nipped as he slid his hand down the front of your tank-top and palmed your breast roughly. "You're the one here, after all."

"You say that like it's a good thing…" You sighed, your hands still trembling from the effort you were putting in not to reach forward and grab his hips like he had to you.

"I think it is…" He replied, running his thumb (his claw) over your swelled nipple, and relishing in the little gasp you let out at the contact, the way you jerked and trembled. "And I think you think so, too."

You bit your lip as he reached forward and pulled the front of your tank down, the barely-there heft of your breasts not enough to keep it rolled down completely.

"Don't be so insecure, sweetie," He crooned, both hands now squeezing and groping at your chest indulgently. "I like your small boobs a lot…they're just so cute."

"Mm," You bit your lip to hide a fuller moan, your face flushed and your eyelids fluttering with pleasure as his claws dragged over your nipples again.

"And so sensitive~"

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

this whole fear of repressed memories regarding sexual abuse has been following me around for years, probably since I became aware of memory loss/repressed trauma in the first place, but idk why it's been so intense this summer and it's really really frustrating how every time I think I've worked through it and gotten over it, I see a picture or someone says something and I'm all "I'M SCARED THAT THIS FAMILY MEMBER RAPED ME AS A KID AND I JUST CAN'T REMEMBER IT" and like. it's so frustrating because it's literally a symptom of OCD or whatever that I can't stop going over and over and over this, and it's driving me nuts that I can't seem to trust my own mind

[iraprince]

Hiii, i love your stuff and kinda from a distance really look up at you for, in my perception, being able to express yourself without giving a fuck. Thats sick dude, Im so so afraid, of absolutely everything, its nice to think like i might grow into someone less apologetic of my existence. Nice to see people just being yknow

hey, thank you, this is really really nice. the secret that is probably not a secret is that i am also deeply afraid a lot of the time lmao -- but less than i used to be, and in ways that feel less stifling and self-suffocating, if that makes sense.

like, it used to be "i'm scared that if i express myself the way i want to, everyone will find me obnoxious, so let's just sand those edges down to be safe" -- now my fears are more like "now that i'm expressing myself in a way that feels natural and real, i'm afraid that it's all stupid/vapid/not worthwhile or meaningful" (<- specifically abt my art) or "i'm happy that i talk and act the way i want to now, but what if it makes me impossible to befriend," etc etc etc. which still feels bad and puts me in a funk a lot of the time but at least it's a fear that comes After/in reaction to doing stuff, rather than a fear that STOPS me from doing stuff, you know? like, it's evolved into a kind of fear that's less in my way.

anyway. i believe you'll experience something like this, because wanting to grow is the first step of growing. the fact that u hope or wish for something different means you're already on your way. to fewer fucks!! or at least distributing the fucks u give in a way that serves u better

[astradyke]

being very truthful i wasn't feeling particularly positive about the trailer for TIT (still bought tix though hi nyc <3) and am holding out hope they do a little more teasing for what this tour is actually about in future videos,

but i cannot deny that this specific frame of it

("we basically raised half of them." - phil)

like very specifically got me? like obviously yes the bit is like, they're our dads i started watching them age twelve et cetera but. i don't know. with the way all of this is laid out, the contrasting colors that blend together and the silhouettes on their respective sides (as we always view them, dan to the left & phil to the right) and the screens, it says so loudly like... it's dan and phil, side by side. it's the two of them. it's been them for the last fifteen years.

it's a we, it's a testament that this kinda sacred thing of 'dan and phil' has lasted a really long time, and survived a hiatus, solely because dan and phil themselves have known each other and existed alongside each other for those fifteen years. and yes, obviously, this trailer is all scripted, but this exchange still has this feeling of it being about them, not just their brand together-- they aren't really talking to the audience, here, are they? it wasn't solely 'dan and phil' content that raised the audience; dan and phil did. (maybe a redundant point, but i am working off of the negative space here. a lot of this feels like intertwining themselves with their online personas, and simultaneously walking that line. letting us see only what they want to be shown, and now examining that introspectively).

i hope that makes sense, i'm not much of an analyst or theorist. i don't know what the dan and phil renaissance really is yet, and i am a bit afraid of it all, but i'm really excited, both for everything that's to come but also -- more importantly -- i'm just fucking excited for them.

for this bond between them and the phandom to blossom in the healthy ways it has been lately, for the opening of new doors amidst this phan renaissance... and for them to take back what the internet took from them.

[oh-so-heavenly]

Gimme a vampire that's just... meh. Like this pale and confused androgynous being that's always confused. time has come to be such a strange concept that they low-key have no idea what's going on 97% of the time. Gimme a vampire that sneezes when being suddenly hit by sunlight and who gets really sleepy after being in the sun for more than two minutes, like, their thoughts literally melt. They are just like.... mmm warm... sleep... warm. And who are absolutely defeated bc they are SO sleepy they can't fight or even THINK. Gimme a vampire that doesn't know how to write, language has changed so much that they are ALWAYS making grammar mistakes no matter what. Gimme a vampire that's overstimulated by multitudes and noises and just doesn't like people that much bc AAAAAAH PLS NO I JUST WANNA BE ALONE. Gimme a vampire that Knows NOTHING, none of that "i've lived a seven hundred years, i know history beyond your comprehension, i was there when the laws of your civilization were written", nope, i want nothing if the sort. i want a vampire who's like "i knew a greg" and just some random facts that are just irrelevant and empty and I want people to either think they are a vampire skillfully pretending to be human, or just your regular anemic neurodivergent european roomate who doesn't like people.

[lennsart]

LUtober Day 17 : Blind

Ok, so, this one is particular because it's actually a fanart from the fanfiction "What Hyrule Hadn't Seen", written by @sky-squido. I read it like a week before starting this inktober, so it felt fitting !

It's from a fighting scene towards the end of the fic, where Legend has to face an old friend... I went in reading this completely blind (haha, pun) and I really enjoyed it, so I'm not going to say much other than : read it ! Legend is so cool, Hyrule made me cry, and it's overall very well written. Here's a link :

It's not the only LU fic I've read from the same author, and their writing style is incredible ! I really recommend giving it a read if you're into Linked Universe and like good characterization !

[dutifulsilence]

﹃ PERMANENT STARTER CALL ﹄

Mutuals only ; LIKE/COMMENT if you'd like to give me permission to throw my muses at you any time, be it for memes, random asks, unplotted starters, etc. from @dutifulsilence, @hyliagenesiia, and/or @desertforged. Please indicate which muses you're interested in!

[deoidesign]

I was scrolling and saw your art and it made me really happy because I realized you made time and time again!!!

It’s literally one of my favorite things I’ve ever read, so cool!!!

This is so sweet, thank you for sharing!

It's sort of "illusion breaking" so to speak, to think of my art being both out there in a way that someone could happen upon it, and then further that someone may happen upon it twice, and finally that on doing so they find it recognizable...

I always think of myself and my work as something that sort of sits behind the curtain. The idea that it might take up space in this way is unreal!

This is the kind of thing that means more than you could imagine.

So thank you!