#TY for the nice words! ^.^

[chumbyy]

i love ur art soo much!! i literally need it injected to my bloodstream !!!!!!

yes.......................................... i can be trusted with blood.................

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[boarloved-art]

hello hello!! <3 since i discovered you via your wenzhou fanart i have been waiting with bated breath for more of that (shameless sketch request nudge nudge). i love your style & while i adore your other art as well, there is something to how you draw wenzhou that just ,, hits me straight in the heart. they're my fav of all favourites of all time and your design and interpretation of them make them come alive. (also i know u specifically meant danmei requests, but i'm reinterpreting that as dangai :3) obvs not a demand! ignore this if you're not feeling like it idk, i just also took this as an opportunity to finally tell you i guess <3

hii!! omg thank you so much this is so sweet TT !!!! im glad u enjoy my wenzhous, im sorry they disappeared off the face of the earth!!!! ive missed them dearly!!

[brisquad-unit-4402]

Thank you for the claude x reader again i felt my soul cleansed by how cute it was!! Heart feels so full..... claude is so easily flustered....

claude figures it out

continuation to this post i just like writing flustered guys. thanks for the enablement

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waiting for you to finish your laughing fit, claude holds a pillow close to his chest, despite having a perfectly good reader spooning him on the couch. his nose barely pokes up from the edge of the pillow. he settled on covering his face while he tried thinking of nicknames for you. it took about ten minutes of schmoopy out-of-character pet names to get to now. "can you hurry up and get it together already?" he blusters, squeezing the pillow tight.

you squeeze him in return now that your laughter is fading. "sorry, it's just..." you clear your throat. "really, none of these are working for you?"

"they're too corny." the edge of claude's lips rub against the pillow as he speaks. "i feel like i'm reading off Good Housekeeping's relationship advice."

"what, you don't want me to call you cuddlebug?"

"no, i don't." claude inches closer to you, unconsciously proving your point. you can't see the bottom half of his face with that pillow, but you just know he's pouting up a storm.

you stroke the side of his face, fingers tracing along his cheek and loose strands of hair. he leans into the touch despite his grumpy stare. with your other arm, you lower the pillow to over his tummy instead, and admire his slightly puffy cheeks, the plush of his lip, the blush blooming over his features. about time you got that pillow out of the way. he looks good in red.

you slightly shake your head in admiration. "you're as red as a flower."

"okay, well..." claude doesn't even bother finishing his protest. without the pillow to preserve the heat, he wraps his hands around your arm as he nuzzles you.

you end up with your arm as a makeshift stuffed animal for him. once claude gets comfortable you may as well have him in a loose headlock. a warm breath gleans across your arm as he speaks, low and contented, too shy to go louder than a whisper. "you got me slipping, flower," he admits as he buries his face into the crook of your elbow.

the next thing you hear is him inhale, then let out a muffled whine. it wavers, uncertain whether he's embarrassed or delighted.

you kiss him on the head because you may as well add to whatever emotion he's feeling. "is that how you see me, pretty boy?"

"oh my godddd."

"i'm your pretty little flower, huh?"

"i just called you flower," claude retorts, only to whine a few seconds later. "no, i didn't mean to—i mean, you're—you're putting words in my mouth."

you tilt his head back so you can meet his eye. poor guy looks like he's about to have a heart attack, but it's just too fun teasing him. he must be secretly enjoying it too. you brush his bangs back and leave another kiss on his forehead. "then say it again."

"little flower."

you have a wicked smile. "ah?"

claude realizes it too late. "you are so—" his words turn into squeaks as you attack him with kisses. "i'm never calling you that again!" he lies. "are you fucking serious right now, OfficeJet?!"

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✧. ┊ part 1 ✧. ┊ part 2 ✧. ┊ part 3

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[flowerakatsuka]

i should've gone to bed like 2 hours ago, but i needed to finished these doodles inspired by @laurzvahll & @wewerebornsextuplets's 18matsu aus. i think kuroba would've figured out their gender stuff a lot faster w/ sol around so they get a new 3rd year look here. ✌️✨

[tojiscrack]

to my all little liars!! (edit: wtf happened to my english? 😭)

we’re at 24.6k words rn 😟 if you plan on reading it next week, i recommend you read it on the weekends when there’s no school or work for you waiting in the morning 😀

calling in the troops rn ‘cause there’s still one final scene i have to write and it’s gonna be LONG (this isn’t including the bonus scene btw) but it’s extremely important for the story to continue, and without it, the rest of the story literally cannot go on 😭

we’re locking in guys. it’s 100% gonna border 30k words for sureee. sm has happened in that ONE chapter and i literally cannot wait to release it for all of you, you have no ideaaa

gonna go to bed and then wake up, study, break, write for the fic, repeat. had to randomly drop an update here cuz i’ve been edging you guys for so long i’m sorryyy, but it really is nearly here <333

edit: fck it guys i’m writing it rn (the immediate comments got me motivated)

[shitpostingkats]

i hc yusei as tattoo-averse (both in general and in my fanfics) due to the traumatic markings he experienced before, but gosh your art of yusei with a sleeve tat is making me *reconsider* 🧐

Thank you! also, oooh tattoo averse Yusei is also a delicious concept.

I started drawing Yusei with tattoos half as an exercise to get me more comfortable with drawing arms and shoulders, and half because when he loses his mark at the end of the series, I kinda imagined him being a little conflicted on the matter. Like, the show makes a big deal about the signer marks being the thing that brings the team together, and obviously he doesn't need a special little symbol anymore to tell these people are family, but the idea of him reclaiming it really stuck with me. The idea that he has so many marks on his skin but this is the first one he chose. And then the concept spiraled out from there.

Also, for added angst points, sometimes I imagine the dragon mark across his back isn't a tattoo, but raised scar tissue :)

[coquettecowboy]

I picked out my wedding dress today 🥺💕 so so so happy and grateful and excited!! It looks even lovelier in person! @mywaysthehighway took the pics (and my heart lol 🩷) he/they

[n1ghteeea]

Hiiii erm. I don’t know if this counts as something you’d wanna talk abt but as someone climbing the ranks to “#1 Janine Liker” I need to ask what ur thoughts are on her dynamic with the busters.,, any hcs or just thoughts if you have them! (Also I think ur pretty cool! Keep on keeping on pal!!)

JANINE MELNITZ MY LOVE!!!!! Super fun ask, had to wait till the end of my midterm season to respond properly 💪

So!! I absolutely consider her a part of the family. Ghostbusters are incomplete without her, she’s not just a secretary or a friend - she’s family. Can’t exclude her. When it comes to dynamics, let’s see.

Egon: hot take but I actually really like them as a romantic couple, they are T4T sapphics in my mind 🫶 however, they would never be the stereotypical “dates, kissing, parents, marriage, kids” couple, that’d be a terrible mischaracterisation. Their dynamic is about their mutual bond, care and love for each other rather than all the conventional relationship stuff. They know they love one another and are always there if the other needs help - and that’s what matters.

So basically they are in love, but more in an qpr way (or maybe I’m just aroace and I write all relationships like this lol)

Ray: best buddies! There aren’t super many moments with them interacting 1 on 1 in the show, but from the ones we see it’s obvious that they care a lot for each other while being close enough to sometimes be more strict than you’d be with your colleagues. When it comes to headcanons I imagine Janine would get a motorbike later in life (and I mean like way later, in her 50-60s) and Ray would teach her basic machinery to look after it. Additionally, I imagine they could cook together for the whole team and would enjoy decorating the Firehouse for holidays.

Peter: best friends, bffs, that type that are ready to choke each other at times and constantly poke fun at one another, while simultaneously caring a lot and loving each other to bits. That’s just how they are in canon, I don’t even need to add anything. Just gonna say that I love how they wrote the “always looking for a gf” male character and a female character’s dynamic to be completely non-romantic and not weird. Especially in the 80’s. I adore them ❤️

Winston: the level-headed gang. I imagine they’d be the ones always rolling their eyes fondly at the others’ antics bc they just get too crazy with it sometimes. They both love reading and I can see them chatting about books or solving crosswords together.

So yeah, I really really love them & Janine is definitely a very important part of the group dynamic!! Janine Melnitz, you are loved!!!

[possiblynotpayingattention]

I did a thing—

Still not finished with the ER demigod vibe check drawing but whatevs! :'D

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This art meme is NOT my idea even if I did draw all this by hand, the link to the original post is below:

Thanks for making the chart! <3

I love doing similar art memes cuz it's a lot of fun usually to draw out your OCs and blorbos! Good drawing practice at least! :D

[seijorhi]

How do you think Iwaizumi and Oikawa would differ in their obsession with reader as a result of a traumatic event (i.e. let’s say plane crash)

I know you’ve covered (brilliantly!!) about Iwa, but I’m having trouble picturing the same or differently for Oikawa for some reason. And I know I trust you to interpret Oikawa more than anyone else LOL

I love your writing and everything you post. Thanks for being awesome and I wish you the best Monday!!!!

ooh okay, okay, okay

for oikawa it's a selfish thing. he can't stand the thought of you slipping back into your old life – healing, doing better – without him.

he grew used to having you all to himself. all of your attention, your emotions, every tear, every smile, every fear, hope, every bared inch of your soul, his. you trusted him so implicitly. relied on him to get you through it.

(he gave you pieces of himself, too.)

the two of you made promises about what would happen when... if you made it back, except you clearly didn't mean them, because now you're avoiding him like he's got the plague. trying to bury what happened like it – like he – didn't matter.

and jealousy burns and seethes like a living, violent thing under his skin when he sees you out with your friends, laughing, dancing. when you smile at the fucking postman, all the while dodging his calls.

it isn't that he wants you hollow and suffering, to struggle under the weight of what you went through with him. truly, he does want you to be happy again, he just wants it to be with him. because of him.

only for him.

[penelope-kat]

your art is very good!! anyways give scarab a big booty :) mayhaps? 👉🏻👈🏻

🫡

[itz-pandora]

*Trips over several Knuckles the Echidna(™) shrines on the way in* Here for a trick : D

(I genuinely enjoy these funnies you're drawing, you are an amazing artist)

Treat! Here's Knuckles the Echidna™

[solargeist]

i’m glad your feeling good today!i love your art it makes me happy!your really cool :D

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thank u ! i burnt through my energy pretty quickly but theres still a lot i want to dooo

thank uuuu !!!! i love isat so much !!!! i love siffrin so much !!!! im glad people find the game through me and enjoy it <3

yeag .. i think .... im rly bad at parkour.... i still want to draw more for parkciv tho.... soon the clown....

omg... ghibli movies r a huge inspo to me... ive seen almost all the movies they're super pretty and moving, i always recommend Spirited Away and Kikis Delivery Service <3

[dunadaan]

@a-lonely-dunedain tagged me in this game! :3

“Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.”

my word was "ITHIL"

I (from war is upon us; an explortion of my au where Créa and a portion of the Grey Company crosses into Rohan before Helm's Deep.)

“I know this,” he said softly, “and so you have.” The fear he had felt when he heard the ringing blast of the horn; thinking it had been the Uruk-hai, he had quickly descended the stairs of the fort only to find tall figures clad in grey, silver stars glittering upon their breast. His kin had come, bearing not just news and his banner, but hope above all. Seven Dúnedain were not much. But they were there to help fight, and no other would he have wished for to have his back in battle. Créa had filled him in on much just after they arrived. Never in his life had he been more relieved to see his kin, a surprise he had not anticipated in any way. In the hour of his need they came, rallying to their king to see him through. But just how they had come to know this surprised him. Thank the Valar for the foresight of Galadriel. 

T (from clever title here, where Créa's garden is destroyed, and she tries desperately to save it.)

There were no thoughts to her actions, for she suddenly found herself astride her steed, urged forth with a cry as they flew across the bridge. The wind sped past them, the keep falling behind as hooves thundered across stone, and she pressed herself to Bartleby’s mane as the wind threw smoke into her eyes. He shot forth like an arrow across the bridge, the stars disappearing one by one, swallowed by darkness. A horn blasted distantly, twice, three times, and traveled across the lake. But it was not enough. Frantic was her breathing, hands trembling and wind whipping her hair as she pushed him to be faster, a furious gallop. It was as though they were flying so quickly the lake disappeared beneath them, the stone to grass, hurtling along at a speed so fast his hooves seemed only to brush the earth. There was no time to lose. They had found it, found it and knew to strike where it was least expected! 

H (from last night by the river, originally written to replace Aragorn's dream sequence in TTT. timeline wise, however, it falls more closely to when the fellowship is in Lothlórien.)

He could simply watch her sit there forever, lit by the stars and the moon, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips when her gaze came to rest upon him. How he had missed her warm smile, her presence. How he had missed her. It had been too long since he had looked upon her last...surely, this moment could not be real. “This is a dream.” His words did not reveal the dream as such; nay, instead her smile softened, her hand that was in the water outstretched to cup his cheek. Rough was his stubble beneath her fingers, her palm, and he let out a huff of laughter at how cold said fingers were. A chuckle left her and a grin tugged at her lips as she sat above him. Always she sought his warmth, and now was no different, mirth lighting their faces.  “Then I’m glad my dream is with you,” came her words that warmed his heart so. Dream or not, they were here together. And that was all that mattered. 

I (a snippet of an idea of Créa and the Grey Company in ROTK, and Créa has been helping in the Houses of Healing- Aragorn was returning to his tent on the field.

“If I found you’ve left without me and leave for the gates, you will have more than just Sauron to contend with; my wrath will be following at your heels!” A finger she held sternly towards him, lips twisted and a fire in her eyes, but Aragorn’s face brightened and he laughed, a sound so merry and delighted despite the exhaustion. “Peace, peace! I meant it only out of care. You are right. I would rather have you by my side than held in your fury.” And then he brought her close and kissed her, and she sighed happily.

L (I don't have anything for L, so I'm going to put a favorite snippet of a fic here! Créa has tried to repress her trauma from the war, and the cracks in the facade are starting to show in a visit to Henneth Annûn.)

She could see others passing through beneath a curtain of ivy, the sound of water rushing beside it and yet her heart pounded like a war drum, loud and terrible and she could not breath, her throat tightening as though some invisible hand pressed down upon it with all the force it could muster. She had stopped in her tracks. The sunshine that filtered merrily down was gone, the world falling before her and she could hear the whispers in her ears, haunting, loud and invasive as she trembled, We will fulfill our oath at last, the guttural voice cried as it echoed through her skull, but that is not the ring of Barahir, and you are not the heir of Isildur. A flash of silver, a scream, her screams as the blade ran through Candaith's chest, the cavern walls painted with blood of the others, the red slick beneath her as she watched them be cut down, the walls closing in and the torches put out, the echoes of the Dunlending war chants ringing in her ears- "Créa?" A hand slipped in hers jolted her from her memories, the darkness receding and the world coming back as it swam into focus. She blinked to find tears had welled in her eyes. Her husband stood beside her, concern etched on his face as he looked at her keenly, and she knew she could hide little from him. She trembled like a leaf, swallowing thickly as she tried to will the nightmares away. "It's nothing," she whispered, unable to look at him, but the words cracked and did little to persuade either of them.

And I tag @merilles @eomer @mavariel @avi17 and @tarantula-hawk-wasp! My word for you all is TIRITH!

[quuuueto]

IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR ART STYLE HAVEAGOODDAY

HIII THANK YOU 🙌

Have a great day yourself! ☀️