#What an ispiration really

[theladyofsorrows]

BABE WAKE UP BUGGY IS A YONKO NOW

I CANT BELIVE IT'S REAL, BUGGY NATION WE DID IT OUR BOY MADE IT!

I want to know how this happend please, ODA I NEED ALL THE DETAILS!

[thefairestfacts]

Excuse me!?Nobody has ever done a proper cedrise's headcanons YET??

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Cerise thought Cedar didn't know her secret. She did,lmao.they are roomies I mean- Cedar didn't tell anybody because nobody asked, or at least always tried to avoid the argument.

This kind of offended Cedar but also understands why she didn't tell her.

Cedar always draws Cerise whenever she can. For her,she's like a form of ispiration. But is too shy to ask her to pose for a drawing

Cedar loves musicals, Cerise doesn't🧍‍♀️

While Cerise is good at any kind of sports, Cedar is good at any kind of art. except maybe for theatre.

Cerise doesn't like vegetables. She always avoids them. Also Cedar does not like vegetables, but she in not that picky.

Cedar has mobility issues, especially in coordination. Cerise is tall and strong, she helps Cedar into not falling and to stand up by making her lean against her.

I'M GONNA CHANGE STH OF THE THRONE COMING EPISODE: Daring didn't envite Cerise to dance, Cedar did. Her excuse was "I need someone to help me stand up while I dance"

Cerise once saw Cedar praying upon a star. Cedar was a bit embarassed, Cerise comforted her, saying there was nothing wrong in praying and wishing. Then Cedar asked if it was true that wolves prayed upon the moon, Cerise eventually confirmed it was true.

That's when Cerise realized Cedar knew about her wolf side.

The ""only"" who know about her are: Cedar, Raven, Cupid (BECAUSE C MON SHE WAS IN MONSTER HIGH) ,Darling (lmao secret white) and Kitty.

They are both bad at cooking, they once have been banned by Ginger for almost burning the Kitchen.

Cedar doesn't curse, but you know what?She speaks italian, almost nobody knows italian at school, so she sometimes says a word of two in that linguage to feel less guilty. Or it comes out naturally.

"CAZZO!" Cerise:"What did you say?" "I've just cursed in italian,please don't tell anybody I did" "Aww, don't worry. I always curse, it's fine"

The only one cat Cerise doen't hate is Figaro, Geppetto's cat.

Both introduced eachother to their families. It went well,Yay! Red Hood loves Cedar and Cerise loves Geppetto's food.

Cedar is beautiful, naturally beautiful.Pinocchio admitted he built Cedar in a way to be genderless, but he ended up making her face more feminine because Cedar wanted to.

Cerise really compliments Pinocchio for how he built Cedar, 'cause DAMN SHE'S BEAUTIFUL.

Cerise once tried to kiss Cedar, but she stopped her. She said it was because of the skin made of wood. Cedar promised that when she will become a real girl, it will be the first thing she eventually does as a human.

They always had a very close bond, but not just because they are roomates. Cerise doesn't know how to explain it, neither Cedar does. They just know they will always stand by eachother side.

That's it everybody, I hope you liked the headcanons even thought they were a kind of a mess. See ya!

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[random-tail]

These 2 harpies were ispire by @missterious-figure dca au Wine and Feathers au.

A small drabble underneath featuring these 2 with in the au.

Its early morning as you walk leisurely through the Safari Zone to your section that you manage. The peacock section. As the handler of the 3 biggest attractions to the Birds of Paradise casino, you had to make sure everything and everyone was ready for the day. Yet as you sip your coffee, you can’t help but take your time just to enjoy a small bit of solitude before you are suffocated by the attention of 3 very clingy peacock harpies.

As you walk however, something gets your attention. Or more specifically someone. You recognize the much smaller harpy as a white browed tit warbler, a newer addition, added for their more diluted colors as a type of cool down from the more vibrant birds. They waved at you from out under a tree, and after doing a quick glance around and seeing no one else. You knew they were asking for you. You even point to yourself to make sure and they nod.

Glancing at your watch, you have enough time to see what they needed, even though they really should consult their own handler. But you shrug it off and start to approach. Yet as you grew closer, something was off as you could catch something on their flight feathers. Is that.. blood?

You kick up into high gear as you drop your coffee and full out run to the small injured harpy. Your lack of caffeine was not as important then getting the poor thing to the medical wing. Though your sudden walk to run must of startled them as they jolt and step back. Your too concerned however to catch them glancing to their side.

Once you get to them, you quickly and calmly offer your hand to them. “What happened? Are you alright? Where does it hurt?” you fire off one question after another as the harpy seams to stammer, perhaps their in shock? You gently cradle the wing/arm that seems to have the most blood on it. “Come on. Lets get you to the medical wing. I’ll stay with you till we can get ahold of your handler and-“

“My, my, what a sweet little mouse you are. No wonder those pompous peacocks are so smitten with you.”

You jolt and spin around to see the other side of the tree just in time for a clawed hand to grab you by your jaw. Lifting it up so you were on your toes and couldn’t open your mouth. “Such an ugly thing too. At least some humans have the decency to wear makeup.”

You immediately glare at the new person holding you up. Only for the glare to drop when you realize it’s not a person put another harpy. A sectary bird harpy. And he was BIG. He looked as if he could butt heads with Eclipse which was a feat in itself. Specially considering Eclipse is the largest of the harpies in the casino.

He regards you with dark, sharp, eyes like a falcon would a field mouse. Just before it strikes. But you recompose yourself as your attention is drawn to his free claw, which was caked in dried blood, as he tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

“No matter, you don’t need looks for what I need you for.” He smiles at you with a tilt of his head.

You smack his hands away and off you before pointing an accusatory finger at his chest. “Did you do this to them?” You use your other hand to motion to the smaller harpies wing. His grin grows sharp. “Hmm I don’t know? Did I do that little Crest?” You turn to who you assume is Crest, just in time to see them lower their head, terrified, and shake their head no. You frown.

He chuckles “See, not me. But enough of that. I’m Lance and I have a little message for you little pea-" you cut him off as you turn to Crest. “Hay, Crest was it? lets get you to the medical wing now ok?” you ignore the pompous bird as you cup Crests injured wing and begin to move them to the right direction.

In your time being Suns, Moons, and Eclipses handler. You’ve learned the best punishment for those who demand attention, is to ignore them out right. So you start to lead a very shocked, if not concerned, Crest away from Lance. Only to receive a very rough and a very sudden reminder of just how dangerous harpies can be.

Lance rips you away from Crest who lets out a sharp shriek as he slams you up against the tree and pinches you jaw hard. His grin was gone as he stares you down with wild angary eyes. “You little rodent. I was gonna have you deliver a verbal message for me but perhaps a more.. physical,” you feel his claws dipping into the flesh of your cheeks. “message will be more necessar- CAW!!” he drops you as Crest rips out one of his tail feathers. Scrambling to your feet, you get away enough to duck under his talons when he try’s to snatch you again. You then tackle Crest to the ground feeling you needed to protect the already hurt and scared harpy.

Yet as you brace yourself to feel Lance’s talons, you and Crest are yanked back behind a wall of Gold, Silver, and Bronze feathers. You breathe a sigh of relief as you look up to find Sun and Moon holding both you and Crest away safely while Eclipse with his plumage fully fluffed. Size up the sectary harpy.

Eclipse and Lance were practically equal in hight as the 2 stared each other down. You could see Eclipse readying his talons while Lance’s was on full display. Yet he then suddenly relents. “Well, looks like I won’t need you to give my message after all, little mouse.” Eclipse blocks his view of you. “Back off! What kind of idiot goes after a handler unprovoked?!” Lance makes a gasping motion. “unprovoked? Mwa? I was merely trying to get a message to you 3 and my talons just..” he glances over Eclipses wall of feathers towards you with a sharp grin. “slipped.”

Wasn't quite sure how to continue it after that so anyone's free to interpret what would happen next.

[kredena-dark]

I got ispired by @sleepis4theweak and her OC Waffles and the fact that he is sand turtle plushie of her's and loking at the fact and that I do have one too, I made an OC too <3 So, say hello to My Boi~

(Little thing about the design, His mask teils act like animal ears and he always has eye bags)

Sandstorm/Sandy/Sandwich

Sandstorm is a Marginated Tortoise He mostly reacts to "Sandy" but he's trying to learn that his name is now "Sandwich" (Name given by Milkshake) He/Him / They/Them (Sand doesn't really even know what's the difference, but if you want to call him, he will just mostly react to his name) He does't really know how to talk, he can understand some human words but he mostly comunicates through actions, facial expresions and of course he's fluent in Tutle sounds! So the rest of our dear babys can comunicate with him this way (Ashame that everyone who is not a turtle, will think that they all are possesed when they would talk with Sandy..) Sandwich eats mostly fruits and vegetables, he doesn't like to try new things, he thinks they are dengerous, especly when they don't smell good! He will never eat any meat. Loud noises makes Sandy scared and angry so he doesn't like being near the rest on the Turtles when they are loud. He preferes people that are calm most of the times (I think he would like Waffles the most :3) So if you want to celebrate something with someone, he wouldn't be the best person to chosee- but if you need some comfort he will not bite you if you will want to hug him :3 (But maybe don't touch him if he can't see you-)

If someone has any questions about My Boi, feel free to ask :3! Your questions will help me develope this Boi ;3

Little back story of his early years

(His story will develop over time, and new information will apear at the bottom of this post, new info will have a Blue ✩ and a date at the front!)

At first he was suppose to be a normal Pet for sale on the Black Market, but by the power of coincident, it all was happening during the time when The Boiz meet Draxum and let the Ooze Quito's loose, which got to the Black Market and mutated Sandwich in to the Boi that you see today!

After his mutation Sandy didn't knew what was going on, in one moment he was small, in someones heands, hearing many loud and scary noises, and in another moment he got big, he fell on the groud, the noises got even louder then before. What was he suppose to do? he didn't even knew how to move in this strange body that he was in now! These strange, for him, Creatures that where near him started to tie him up, and put him in a cage.. but this time a bigger one...

After some time in a cage, he finally figured out how to move, and then he found a perfetc moment to run for his freedom! Away from the loud sounds! Away from these Creatures that did him only harm! To the forest of Staten Island. There he did.. What he has been doing his whole life, eat, sleep, watch the nature around him, just.. being a normal animal, like in the old days.. right..? Of course, he wasn't a normal Tortoise now.. so he had to.. change some things.. for example the time when he slept, Marginated Tortoises are diurnal animals, but looking at the point that he was big now, he couldn't hide eazly in the day like he did before! So now he started sleeping in the day (In borrows made by himself, undergroud) and looking for any food that he could find in the night. The fact that he was doing something, that his body was not build to (I mean sleeping in the day), he was mostly tired at nights, but atleast his black scales helped him blend with the night. But.. this freedom coldn't last long for a Mutant...

After some months of this "perfect life" The Foot found information about a weird creature lurking in under the night sky of Staten Island, and looking at the fact that they were looking for a weapon at the time.. they sended some people to check the place and OH BOI WHAT DID THEY FOUND a half feral turtle?? Of course they adopted him (well at first they forced him to go with them ot their base and stuff-), after some time, and patience from the The Foot, Sandy grew up to be a good warrior. He grew really close to the Lieutenant, whom was teaching besicly everyting that Sandwich knows! Sandy sees him as a perental figure, he even calling him "Pa" (as papa) a few times!

[thesamoanqueen]

Daydream II

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: Smut; Oral (male receiving); Size kink; errors after errors after errors after errors after errors (…).

A/N: first fic of 2023 and part II of Daydream, requested by @niknakbucks92 (thanks to @iovereigns for ispiring me with the elevator)

I hated high heels, I hated the tight, flashy dresses that occasions like this called for. Not that I had worked too hard to seem more than what Im, it wasn't part of me and on the other hand that was the first and last big event I would have attended for the federation. At least as a performer, even if I never really became one. I loved that environment, I loved keeping busy, but all of that... it wasn't right for me and that night had done nothing but confirm it to myself. All those rumors, questions, attentions and whispers behind the backs of who I considered untouchable.

He was damned flawless. As always. With that dark suit, perfect hair and beard. His attention that wandered from one person to another just enough to do his job, not to make anyone feel out of place. I had watched him all evening and all evening I had heard people talking about him, many times not as they should have. You had to have nerves to survive in there, to make your way and I couldn't even bear a bit of gossip, I couldn't bear that they talked about him. I… as if it was up to me to defend him, when he seemed to ignore them instead. I needed tequila, whiskey and champagne to ignore them and I couldn't even get drunk.

I passed the elevator door, leaning my back against the internal mirror and closed my eyes for a second. It was all so stressful and I was making it even more stressful for no reason at all.

- Need some air? - a deep voice asked, like a hot shower and my eyes widened.

I knew that voice, I would have recognized it anywhere. I watched Roman silently as he stood facing me, the elevator doors closing behind him. He was so imposing, I'd seen taller and bigger men in that company, but he was intimidating, the kind of awe that makes your knees quiver and throb where it shouldn't. Not in situations like that at least.

- … It's noisy – i managed to say and I would have slapped myself, even if he was nodding.

Noisy? What comment was that? He was able to concentrate in front of seventy, eighty thousand people and I considered a federation gala noisy. And since when did I talk like that? The answer was never. It only happened to me with him. “Only with him” as if we often spoke, he probably didn't even remember meeting me at-

- Nichole, right? - he stopped me, with one of his patented smiles and I bent my head forward, a gesture that must have seemed like a confirmation to him and not my umpteenth attempt to demonstrate how little I was able to behave in front of him - how's your training going?

My head processed his question belatedly, too busy thinking about my name being pronounced by him – my real name, not a wrong one thrown there at random -. When I realised, I ended up torturing the bag without even realizing it, the weight of embarrassment on my shoulders. How do you tell your role model, someone who inspires you and millions of people, someone who didn't give up even when life reduced him to a shadow, that you gave up instead? I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear nervously and smiled anyway. It was embarrassing, but there was no use ruining a moment like that with thoughts that only concerned me.

- I'll work behind the scenes maybe, we're still talking about it. I chose… the ring wasn't for me. I'm not made to be in front of all those people. - I admitted with a sigh and Roman nodded again, returning the smile I was showing off.

- There's nothing bad. Whoever is out there needs whoever is behind the scenes, people don't realize it enough. It does you credit, you have chosen what makes you feel good, what you want. That's what matters.

What I want… he was always so inspiring. And he was right. Maybe I wouldn't have become a superstar, they wouldn't have put my face on some trucks and put up posters of me top rope jumping in a stadium, but I would still have been part of the federation and I would have had more than many others out there. It was what I wanted and I was fully realizing it with the only person I really wanted close to me. I nodded invigorated, even my heels not hurting so much anymore, as his eyes darted over to me.

- And in many, many years, when you'll have grandchildren, you'll be able to tell them about all the things we used to do with the cameras off – he joked, making me laugh.

I suddenly felt so hot in such an informal atmosphere. His voice and his presence worked magic on me and my mood. He was a walking antidepressant, a chronically addictive one.

- And about the time I shared an elevator with Roman Reigns – I said aloud.

That was really going to be a story to tell and so was the way his eyes seemed to lock onto me. His head nodding in the air with that smile capable of driving anyone crazy, his hands hidden in the pockets of his pants so tight where they shouldn't be, the perfect jacket on broad shoulders.

- I don't think it would be exciting enough - I heard him say and that word crawled under my skin, causing a shiver down my spine.

The elevator had suddenly become narrow, his body seemed closer or maybe it was me who had approached. I wasn't understanding much at the time and honestly I didn't even care, the world could have descended into chaos and I would have only cared about the way he was looking at me. I felt the mirror cold against my back, the handrail pressing against his side, and his scent filling my lungs. I played with the closure of the bag, my breath pounding in my ears, while he stood staring at me, almost seeming to test how far I was capable of resisting. But with him I had no self-control, I'd embarrassed myself enough times to know it by now and so I collapsed, deciding to add something else to my memories for the future.

- It doesn't necessarily have to be a pg story… - I murmured, frightened by my own proposal and the narrow space betrayed me, my words louder than I had said.

- Be careful what you ask - Roman warned me, his lips curling dangerously.

By now I had thrown the stone though and his mouth, so incredibly full, seemed like just another invitation to go further, to take the last step. On the other hand, what alternatives could I have ever had, locked up there with him? And did I really want alternatives to him? No, I didn't want alternatives, I didn't want to run away, I wanted him even if he was scarier than any crowd inside a stadium.

- What if I want to go down this road this time? - I asked, legs pressed together, trying to cheer myself up.

Roman didn't smile, didn't even move for a moment, my eyes already stinging with terror of being rejected or worse. It almost felt like a challenge and he was in control, he'd always been in control, even though I'd tried to sound strong. When his hand reached my cheek, his thumb stroking me, I wasn't ready, I could never be ready, but I managed to hold back the ragged breath that had threatened to escape from my mouth.

- You can go down on your knees first of all princess - he growled into my ear, warm and rough despite the pet name and I gave in without restraint.

I nearly tossed my purse, heedless of anything inside that might break or that I looked desperate, and knelt on the elevator, in my stylish dress and torture heels, like the worst slut. Roman looked down on me, his expression cocky. Again he didn't move and under the weight of his eyes, I tentatively reached for the leather belt of his expensive suit, trying to guess what he wanted, but it seemed almost impossible and I felt like a teen. I laboriously unbuttoned the strap and lowered the zip, fingers hesitantly running over the obvious bulge, I bit my lip with the anxiety that was mounting and seemed to want to devour me. His fingers in my hair made me tremble and I looked at him, feeling him push slowly to encourage me and although that gesture, not at all rude, had made me feel twice as anxious, I decided to free him from his constraint.

His cock, stiff and heavy, slammed into my face, making me shift a little. I looked at it dumbfounded, in all its length, with swollen veins and shiny tip, while my now soaked center reduced my underwear to a universal disaster. It was more than I was used to, much more than I was used to and I wasn't so sure I could get it all in my mouth.

- You look gorgeous but we dont have all night and I've no intention to stop now, so open da pretty mouth of yours - I felt Roman encourage me again and I moved one of my hands from his thighs, to take him in my hand and feel his consistency.

Roman on top of me, stroked my head again as I massaged him and after a couple of strokes, I convinced myself to slide it between my lips, earning a moan of approval. The taste of him quickly kneaded my tongue and I closed my eyes, enjoying that moment stolen from the rest of the world, my thighs rubbing together in search of relief. He tasted irresistible to me and soon, overcoming the embarrassment, I began to bob my head, trying to welcome him as much as possible. My hands were working on his base, where his skin was roughest, a hint below, at his swollen sacs.

- Mmh - I moaned, the slimy sound of my mouth filling the lift and turning me on more.

- That's it…

Roman, head bowed, hands planted in my hair and breathing increasingly short. A moan, low, almost a real growl, gushed from his chest after a few seconds and I looked up at him, while he licked his lips with that tongue that I so much wanted elsewhere on me. I scratched the base of his boner again with my nail and again felt him growl in pleasure, his grip firmer in my hair and his hips starting to push into my throat, not waiting for me to do anything else.

- That 's it… like that… - he rumbled, whether at himself or at me, it wasn't clear.

I tried to relax my throat, not move, just let him, but I couldn't take it all in and more seconds passed, more his thrusts slammed into the base of my throat. I felt the urge to cough, saliva and precum dripping from my lips, probably ruining my makeup and dress, my eyes glistening and the tears pressing to come out.

- Dont move – he commanded above me, keeping my head instead of him and his tone so rough, brought my center to spasm – dont fuckin move

I felt overwhelmed and my body loved it. My antidepressant had become my stimulant and as he fucked my throat, sinking his warm meat as deep as he could, I realized I was about to cum without him even touching me there. I moaned loud, needy, in a soaked and inaccurate cry that mixed with Roman's confused growls, without holding back and without shame, giving him as much as I could and taking what he gave me. I felt him push in a sloppy way, a sign that he was about to cum and I raised my teary eyes to him who was already nodding with an expression capable of taking me to my limit. I felt disgusting and wanted at the same time, it was so much.

- Swallow. All of it. – he directed and pushed my face against him, emptying into my throat in long hot spurts that I tried to swallow as I could, while my destroyed center tightened around the void with a long shiver that clouded my mind.

I closed my eyes, obeying with all my will, to please him, to show him who knows what, enjoying that pleasure that was shaking me and when I reopened them Roman was no longer there. There wasn't his boner between my lips, his hands in my hair, or his body to shade me from the twinkling lights of the elevator. I stood, leaning against the mirror, looking at him with a dazed expression as the elevator doors opened with a shrill sound that reminded me of the oven bell in my apartment and that took me by surprise like a slap across the face.

I could have blamed it on the tequila, whiskey and champagne I'd been drinking, but it had happened to me before with him and since he had addressed those few words to me at the Performance Center a year ago, it had continued to happen to me more often than could have been considered normal. I was a walking messy, there was no one else to blame. I mean, what elevator takes all that time to reach the ground floor?

- You sure to be okay Nichole? - I heard him ask from the doorway, his phone in one hand and the other midair, towards me, as if he wanted to support me but without invading my space.

- Yeah… maybe im a little bit over for all the drinks… - I tried to save myself, blaming some innocent bottles for my out of control pussy.

- Want me to call a cab? Someone? I can go back- he offered and a wave of guilt hit me.

- No, please!

The face of the company, the undisputed champion, the man who filled the Stamford funds and my dreams, as well as my google searches and entire stadiums, was literally offering to go get someone because I was feigning drunk to save dignity. And at that point I wasn't sure I had one.

- Im… Just need some air and then im going back to my hotel. - I said in one breath.

Roman didn't look very convinced, even a little confused, but he nodded anyway, slowly, his hand still in mid-air as I too exited the elevator.

- Y'sure? - he tried again, my head already lowering.

- I swear. But thank you, y're kind.

- Anytime. Hope to see you around soon… take care of yourself, okay? hn?

- Yes. - Sure. I had to take care of myself and have someone check me out.

I watched him wave to a group in the lobby, someone from the federation I didn't know, and walk down a hallway, possibly to one of the building's inner courtyards. Still, in my seat, I waved to him, when he turned one last time to check where I was and placed a strand behind my ear, my feet destroyed by heels and a thought that suddenly made its way into my head.

When was I alienated from everything exactly? After talking to him or was I just staring at him the whole time? Jesus. What I’ve done? In front of him!

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[dekusheroacademia]

Why Izuocha works and how it fits the BNHA main theme - An analysis

As said before, I will stop posting Izuocha, I have seen one too many homophobic insult and one too many hateful anti bkdk posts. I wrote this draft before my decision, and the idea of finishing it makes me nauseous. Still, it is almost complete, so here you are, my last Izuocha post.

It will have manga spoilers

WHY IZUOCHA WORKS - THE MAIN THEMES OF BNHA

I wrote this thinking of old shounen I watched, from Dragon Ball to Slam Dunk, Saint Seiya, Naruto and many others. In some cases, we have canon ships, or romances, in some others we don't. In most cases, some female characters are usually relegated to the category of romantic interest and there they end up kind of trapped - mainly in the sense that most of the interactions they have with the protagonist are about that specific romance.

In my opinion, Uraraka almost falls into the trope, before jumping out of it. A change of mind from Hori? Or maybe he wanted to write her like this since the beginning, given that he loves avoiding tropes.

Friendship and OFA

The main theme of BNHA, or one of the main ones, is friendship. For Deku, in particular, friendship comes as something precious and scarce. Uraraka falls right in the center of this theme. While Izuku has old friends (Bakugou) and new friends (Iida, Todoroki etc.), Uraraka remains the first person who positively accepts his friendship.

Even Iida and Todoroki are initially hostile to Deku, given that they work in a very competitive environment. Uraraka, instead, is the first one who gives a hand without expecting nothing in exchange and without distrust.

More importantly, she is also placed front and central in one of the main weakness that Deku has: his relationship with his new power, AFO. All Might sees Deku as a hero, once Deku saves Bakugou, but he is the only one. Bakugou himself, after being saved, doesn't really care for Deku's heroic ability. Iida distrusts him, the teachers seem harsh- Uraraka is the first person after All Might who truly believes Deku can be a hero.

And by first (well, second) person I mean in the whole world. Deku saves her at the entrance exam and she believes in him so much that she tries to convince the teacher to let them in the school.

This reciprocal support and friendship can be seen numerous times, for example during the tournament when Uraraka is the one who lifts Deku's spirit at the cavalrly battle, but also is represented by the parallel between Uraraka's speech and Deku's entrance to the school.

Where Bakugou was Deku´s first save on the path to be a hero, Uraraka is literally the gate to the path to becoming a hero, the UA school.

This is not just Uraraka helping a friend, but it is also her making sure that Deku knows she still see him as a hero and that he is still considered a hero. Similar to what she obtained (for him) when she fought for his admission. Horikoshi does love his parallelisms!

Admiration - Inspiration - Imitation

Another main theme in BNHA is the theme of admiration and ispiration. Uraraka is the character who gets the most development out of the ship. Canon crush, in this case, is one of the ways Horikoshi fits another puzzle into his big collection of "admiration" that BNHA revolves around. Starting from the tournament, we have Uraraka admiring Deku's spirit. Of course she wants to be a hero, but we see the difference in seriousness between Deku and her (especially during their first test with AM). So it is at the tournament where we see that Uraraka admires Deku's spirit because he is "always looking ahead to the next challenge".

Deku inspires Uraraka.

This is a central theme in BNHA. It can be found in many other relationships. We see it, of course, with Deku and AM, we see it with Deku admiring Bakugou and Bakugou being inspired by Deku into being a better hero, with Todoroki inspiring Momo by letting her know how much he trusts her, in Bakugou inspiring Kirishima and his unbreakable, etc.

And of course, as said before, the big inspiration being All Might for Deku, Todoroki and Bakugou, all three the only non villain characters to have an "origin" chapter around them WATCHING All Might and the way All Might inspired them. That is why those three are the mains characters who can also inspire others.

In BNHA, we have almost a net that goes from character to character, to inspire everyone. Starting with All Might, and Deku, but also Bakugou and Todoroki, the whole class and more ends up being touched by AM's (and Deku's) idea of being a hero. Here is a little representation of it. For example: Bakugou inspiring Kirishima, and Mina and Kirishima inspiring each others. Deku inspiring Ojiro and Todoroki, Todoroki inspiring Momo etc.

Uraraka is also one of the few relationships where the inspiration is reciprocal. In my opinion it only happens for Uraraka-Deku, Kirishima-Mina, Bakugou-Deku, Mirio-Deku, Tetsutetsu-Kirishima, Jirou-Kaminari.

In the case of Uraraka and Deku, Uraraka can inspire confidence in Deku, and Deku inspires motivation in Uraraka. Of course, the fact that Uraraka's new meaning for the name "Deku" is someone who can do things is the literal explicit representation of her influence over Deku.

Now, these relationships of inspirations all lead to different journeys. For Todoroki it is a journey of self acceptance and acceptance of his family, for Bakugou it is a matter of becoming a better person and a better hero... etc.

In general, these journeys often pass through the theme of imitation.

The biggest one being Deku so blinded by his love for AM that his imitation leads him to... not realize he can use OFA with his legs. Imitation is also pretty common among most characters too. We have Mina who "copies" (affectionately) Kirishima's unbreakable in a new move of hers, we have Deku using Bakugou's anger (copying it) against the villains and then copying his moves, we have Todoroki using a version of Endeavor's move, Deku using his legs like Iida etc.

The obvious one, in the case of Uraraka, is the way she adapts her costume. As for some of the other cases, this imitation is not just practical but comes from her character's evolution.

She initially wants to see people smile, be able to see them happy and she knows heroes can do that. Having a good job could also help her parents and bring a smile to their faces. She starts a bit hesitant, but being inspired by Deku she decides to copy his determination (I believe the reason she wants to be stronger after the tournament is also that). She sees how he saves people, she also herself fails to save people, going through the same hero journey Deku went through (ex. Deku failed to save Bakugou at Kamino).

Hiding her feelings, putting them aside, is just part of this journey. Because in BNHA affection, love, care, often revolves around inspiration/admiration/imitation, we have Uraraka being fit in here with her crush just like a puzzle piece. I'll come back to it in the last part, about Toga, but for now I want to add that the similar path is actually interesting because Deku and Uraraka are then apart for a big chunk of the manga.

And yet they both reach the same conclusion, going from taking hero work seriously, to wanting to save, to move before she can think, Uraraka also arrives at her need to save villains, at being able to see villains as people. This is something that only her and Deku share.

2. Toga

Toga is not there to take Uraraka away from the crush or to be a random villain, and she is definitely not a way to show Uraraka that her crush is unhealthy - the opposite.

Uraraka is not controlled by her feelings. She was able to put them aside, for now, because they were distracting her. And this is part of her wanting to be at least a little bit like Deku, able to focus on the job because the job is important, it is saving lives. I think it is also important to remember that Uraraka doesn't put away her feelings randomly, but she does so during saving-training to get her license.

Toga instead is absolutely controlled by her feelings. She obsesses about them, about her crush for Deku and Uraraka, so much that he hinders her job. She cares little for it, she sneaks out and changes into Uraraka to be able to see Deku, then se uses Deku's blood just to be able to trick Uraraka

Toga wants to be like her crush, in everything, it is possessing them and being them. Uraraka's desire to be more like Deku is still her having her own personality. She is insipired by Deku, she wants to be like him, but when it comes to it... she wants to save people because of her own understanding and experiences, she wants to save villains because of what she is and what happened to her.

Other parallel qualities are the way Toga's crush comes from intuition, one look and she decides Deku is her love (simply because of how he looked similar to someone else), one look and she sees that Uraraka is like her, so she loves her too. Instead, Uraraka's crush comes with time, she actually needs someone external (Aoyama and Mina) to aknoweldge it before she realizes, it also comes from understanding, from understanding Deku's spirit and his motivations... so much that this understanding leads both her and Deku through parallel roads: the need to save heroes.

And when the time comes to confess, Toga is quick to discard her feeling at the first flaws (well, flaws for her). Uraraka instead doesn't let go. Deku's biggest flaw (also said by Bakugou) is that he is selfless, to a fault, so much that he thinks he can do everything if he only pushes through. When encountering this flaw (when Deku leaves the school), Uraraka is the one who is shown by Hori both reading his letter and deciding to find a way to get Deku back. And she follows him, with the class, until he is back and safe.

As said, her love is not as flimsy as Toga`s feelings. But she is also not a copy of Deku, she has understanding of her feelings, of what Toga might be feeling herself, because of her journey, and maybe that is how she could save Toga.

To conclude, I just wanted to show that Uraraka's crush is not just another "shounen crush/romance". It is there because it is Uraraka's piece in the whole mix up of admiration/imitation theme of BNHA. It fits both in the story, and within the rest of the characters. Even if she has less screen time, she is still an important part of the narrative, not only that, but her love/crush is an important part of it.

[majimaismyhusbando]

Bangchan part in the trailer it's inspired by League of Legends?

Hello everyone, I wanna say right away sorry for my english 🙏🙏

I just wanted to share something I noticed about the new trailer for the comeback, anyone had flashback when Bangchan part came up?

Well, I was talking with my best friend and she mentioned that Channie part looks like It came out of League of Legends and that's where my mind had one sudden flashback, the mv for "Awaken" from Lol!

I know that Stray Kids members plays League of Legends, so maybe It could be that Chan has taken ispiration from Jhin in the mv?

Here I will compare the two of them and share what I think, let me know what you think about It🖤

In the trailer Bangchang plays passionately the piano in an empty theatre

As you can see, Jhin part in the mv of Awaken, start in the same way

Now the close up, the gaze Bangchan give us reminds me of the same cold gaze of Jhin

Jhin as a mask on, so we can see barely his eyes, not the same thing that we can say to the Bangchan one but you can still feel his gaze

Then the firing gun motion, which I think It's a reference for when Jhin in the mv shoots at Diana

Let's take a look:

Here Jhin takes out his pistol and then proceed to shoot the enemies coming so maybe It's a reference to these scenes.

And next, we have the explosion and the ending pose; Bangchan here set the piano's on fire in both sides of the bottom line while doing his final pose

Now let's look at the Jhin one:

As you can see the final pose It's really similar, and If you look at the explosion, they happen at the bottom line in both sides like in the trailer for Chan, another reference?

Here I will drop the link for the mv of Awaken, If you wanna take a look: Awaken | Season 2019 Cinematic - League of Legends (ft. Valerie Broussard) - YouTube

So what do you guys think about It? I'm the only one crazy that see the resemble or It's just a coincidence?

[the---hermit]

Hi! Do you have any journaling tips? I'm loving your months of rest and relaxation series 🥰 By the way, what do you think about Legends & Lattes so far? I can't wait to read it!

Hello!! Thank you so so much 💜🌿

I was actually planning a couple of journaling themed posts (I have a bunch of ideas for tips posts, etc. to post during this period I am taking off uni!). Meanwhile I write them here's a random list of things that come to mind:

Whatever type of journal you want to keep there's no rules, you can have fun with it you should have fun with it. There are no mistakes, there might be pages you don't love as much as others, but how can you know what you like if you don't know what you do not like?

If you want to be consistent with a personal journal try to make it a habit by doing it more or less at the same time everyday. I prefer to journal in the morning, but that's up to you and what you want to do with your journal. You could take 5 or 10 minutes each morning to start your day, or do it in the evenings to reflect on the day (or you could do both! Again no rules)

Sometimes starting out of the blue is not easy so look for list of prompts! There's short ones, themed ones, random ones. You can use them to get more creative as well as to reflect on something in particular. The internet is full of them (and I plan on posting a few too!)

A journal can be anything you want it to, so draw in it, have fun, write with glitter pencils, glue leaves and flowers in it, whatever feels right.

I like to plan my days and to do lists on my bullet journal, but some people have one single journal with everything iside so get ispired.

Try to create the perfect cozy space, put music on, open your journal and pour everything out. It is meant to help you take death weights off your mind. No one will read what's in it, you don't have to be perfect in your writing, it has to be affective. When you are jorunaling think about what you want to get out of it that day, do you want to be creative, do you want to reflect, do you want to take a weight off your chest? It can change everyday, and depending on your daily goal your approach can and should be different.

These are the first tips that came to mind, I hope they were somewhat useful, if I can be of any more help let me know, my inbox is always opened! Also keep an eye out for those posta I mentiond, I am not sure yet when I'll post them but it shouldn't take me too long!

On Legends And Lattes by Travis Baldree, I am really enjoying it! It's super cozy and lighthearted, it's exactly the type of book I need at the moment. I am actually trying to slow down and savour it. I am almost half way into it, and as I said it's the perfect novel to cuddle up under a blanket are read as you drink a warm cup of tea. Let me know what you think once you read it!!

[himbos-hotline]

💞 🎤 🍪

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💞 @ your favorite blog. Theres so many!! Obviously like my friends theyre so great and I love them so much but to like name a few @catboynickjackson is such a fantastic writer that I constantly want to just inject their work into my veins! I hold theri writing so close to my heart and I highly suggest checking them out! @malewifemoxley / @kass-the-kitten and @mrsmatt especially for just yelling in my tags with every fic I write. I love your opinions and thoughts so much that I am constantly bonbarded with ispiration and love for you guys! Sometimes it really is just yall three that keep my writing! @old-no7 I have started to re-read wide open spaces for like the tenth time because your writiing is just so magnetic that I never want the fics to end. I am constantly facinated and bombarded with love for how you portay the characters and drag emotions out of them. Youre such a popular tumblr but im always terrified to interact but I always see you on my dash and go "hey look at what my friend did!" I just cant socialise for FUCK 🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? Boot scoot boggie- kixs and dunn. It is SUCH good country song with such an agressively happy musical. Cowboy approved, jack enjoyed! 🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? something with mint in, maybe a mint oreo or something full of flavour but not really chosen much

ask game // Requesting rules // list of WIPS // askbox

[baradesign]

tumblr won't let me paste the whole thing in, but the whole fairy tale in AAZW! please, I am obsessed with it

OOOOOhhhh, yes!!! I'm glad you like it so much, because I'm really happy about how it turned out! Would you believe me if I told you that little story was not part of my original draft? Like seriously.. it got added last minute xD Since AAZW was going to be a much more goofy and lighthearted story, the riginal plan was for Lik to just discover the challenges as they were happening, and they would be mostly focused on phisical strenght, looks... so more alike how animals court in real life. I was going to base all those chalanges on humoncomic's super fun comics abut how humans would fnd mates if they behaved like animals! This is what I mean when I say AAZW started as me wanting to have link do a funny haha hicken dance!

⬆ (Psst, this one actually made it into the final fic! wink wink the show of strenght where the zora pretend to fight wink wink ;) ) I, however, am a complete SUCKER for lore, myths and folklore, as well as for fairytales, so after a lot of thinking I chose for the Domain to have a specific one for the festival.

My main ispiration was actually the song "Scarborought Fair"! On the first draft, I had it be the girl in the story herself who would ask her suitor to do a bunch of imposible feats and then he woud go and find some creative way of delivering her wants - then each Zora would ask their suitors for their own imposible feats - (Mei was going to ask Fronk to catch her a fish so big not even King Dorephan could eat it whole.) - and each member in the council - at first, Dorephan and Mipha included - would ask smething of link. It was a very fun and appealing idea and I spent HOURS listening to Scarborough Fair on loop... But then I thought "what if Naydra asked for the imposible feats herself?", and that evolved into the final story that made it into the fic, and the final challenges that every suitor must overcome! And that's it! That's how that little fairytale came to be :3

[pa-stella]

Hypmic Piercings&Tattoos Headcanons

Ichiro - He had thought of getting a tattoo when he was younger, but never actually got one. He got a piercing on his bellybutton after losing a bet with Kuuko.

Jiro - I can see him getting a septum because it's one of the easiest to hide, but then he forgot to flip it once and Ichiro found out. He got scolded, but that didn't stop him from getting his lip and eyebrow pierced... a few years later.

Saburo - He doesn't like tattoos and piercings, so he won't probably get neither.

Samatoki - You know that common headcanon of him having his back covered in ink? Yeah, that's it. Also, he deserves a tongue piercing.

Jyuto - He has at least a pierced nipple.

Rio - I've red a fanfiction or a post about him having a tattoo commemorating his troop... and I really like the idea.

Sasara - I don't know why, but I can see him with a thigh tattoo and hip piercings.

Rosho - He used to have a bridge piercing, but he took it out because it made him look even more scary (or so people said).

Rei - He had an almost invisible tattoos made of a few dots (6 in total) and he's the only one who knows what it represents.

Ramuda - A few cute pastel tattoos in various areas of his body. One on his rib features Bonbonribbon, Hello Kitty, Cinnamoroll and Badtz-Maru.

Gentaro - He once said he has a tattoo ispired by FP's Stella, but then said it was a lie.

Dice - Tongue and labret piercings made by a sketchy piercer. Not enough money to do anything else.

Jakurai - He likes them on other people.

Doppo - He used to have a few piercings, but he removed them when he started to work. He and Hifumi have a matching tattoo on the shoulderback. Doppo's is a simple rose.

Hifumi - He and Doppo have a matching tattoo on the shoulderback. Hifumi's is a small tigerlily.

Kuuko - Oh, boy. Tattoos on his back, chest and underboob area. Pierced nape, collarbone and bellybutton. I think he's the only character mad enough to have piercings in his... private parts. He also wanted to get his tongue split, but his father stopped him a few minutes before starting the procedure.

Jyushi - Anti-eyebrow, cheeks and corset piercings. At some point he got a small cute Amanda tattoo on his ankle. I also saw a few fanarts with Jyushi having a lower back tattoo (usually bat wings) and it could fit him too!

Hitoya - Both nipples pierced and a few old school tattos on his arms and legs.

[stranger-nightmare]

Hi I haven't been around much because of uni but your Eddie stuff is frying my brain.

This has been ispired by the other anon going of about Eddie in the summer. it is extremely hot, you are at Eddie's eating a popsicle, only trying to get a little cooler. You don't even notice that Eddie has been staring at you the hole time, his own ice cream melting in his hand. You don't even do it on purpose but when you have it in your mouth and you look up at him all innocently he would almost cream his pants👀

Also I am working on my Bachelorthesis rn and all I can think about is cockwarming Eddie while yoy try to write but the guy is just too distracting. He would make you write a chapter before thinking about giving you some relieve

-🦊

hi my love!!

I feel you, uni is tough believe me I know! I hope it’s going well though <3

mhmm yesssss, like he doesn’t even really say anything but he just sits there and watches you as you eat this popsicle, meanwhile he’s growing hard in his pants just from the view

omgggg!! I mean first of all I hope your thesis is going well! but honestly thots like this make me so mad I was single during both of my dissertations, like how rude was it that I didn’t have anyone to cockwarm whilst I struggle to explain to them my thesis and what I'm writing, let lane whilst actually writing it

and it’s extra rude that it wasn't Eddie as well tbh

but yeah bc usually you’re the one pestering this boy to do his homework whilst he’s desperately trying to distract you and get you to fuck him instead of doing the work

and now the tables have turned ad suddenly you’re desperate to just get on with it and he’s like “nu-uh baby, you’ve still got half a chapter to go...”

ugh fuck me up honestly

-hope

[thechroniclesofnikevictoria]

Present. Chapter 1 – End of August 2021 

“What… what happened?” 

“I Needled you” he explained. 

“You want my death?” 

“Only the little one” 

Ispiration: "Ti Pretendo" - Raf.

(TW: NSFW, smut, OC, MiloxOC, reference to MiloxCamus, HET couple, reference to HOMO couple, D/s, Dom!Milo, Scarlett Needle/Cuspide Scarlatta with creative uses)

“When I make you come, can I do that thing that drives you crazy” Milo asked after picking her up in his arms heading towards the bed. 

“And what exactly makes you so sure you’ll make me come?” Nike asked. 

He looked at her lifting his eyebrow and they both busted into laughter. There was no doubt he would make her come; just looking at him, in certain moments, was enough to make her come. 

“So, can I?” he repeated in a whisper while he kissed her neck, hugging her from behind after putting her down on the sheets. 

“You do realize you need to see a good shrink?” 

“You know deep down you like it” 

She didn’t like it. She loved it. And she hated that she loved it. Just like she hated that weird dance that they consumed in bed. Milo and her. Camus and her. The two gold knights loved each other with the purest and clearest version of the feeling, the whole Sanctuary was witness to that every day. But despite it, they would regularly visit her bed. One at the time, never together, and as a secret from each other. 

‘Who knows if they really don’t know they have me in common’ she would always wonder. Maybe they simply preferred pretending like they didn’t know, so they wouldn’t have to face the reality of facts. With each other, they’d make love, the highest form of love. With her... well... it was different. 

Milo had done “that thing” the first time the night when he lost everything. Everyone had lost everything that night. Athena had sacrificed herself to attack Hades, and those who hadn’t already died where getting ready to walk through the gates of hell. Literally. But Milo had lost even more. he had lost Camus, after barely finding him again. That infinite pain was tearing him apart, and he immediately tried to regain his control the only way he knew: on Nike’s body. 

Withhis Cosmo, he started invoking her. 

‘Why him? Of everyone, why Camus? 

‘Milo...’ 

Nike felt his Cosmo grow in despair and passion. And claiming her more intensely.  

‘I can feel you want me too. There is no point in you saying no’ 

‘You are upset, I understand...’ 

Nobody could understand him more than her. She was the only one to know, but she had lost someone very important as well, that night, yet another time. 

He was behind her, staring at her with his eyes still red for the bitter tears he had just shed. She turned around and met his gaze. Still with no need for words, Milo continued in his invocation. 

‘If you look at me I don’t, seriously I don’t respond of my actions. I don’t want you, I demand you! You are the only thing, the only right I still have!” 

How could she ever back off now? After all, it was their last night on Earth. 

In normal times, they would usually meet in her apartments, away from all the judging eyes that would have labelled their relationship as against the rules. But this time he couldn’t careless and, while Shion was per talking the bronze knights, milo grabbed her and took her with him at the eight house.  

Sex between those sentenced to death is something unique. Knowing within a few hours everything would end pushed to cling on to whatever life was left to live. With no future, the present was all that mattered. 

The knight hadn’t lied, he really didn’t respond of his actions. As they crossed the threshold of his bedroom half the pieces of the gold armor had already been thrown to the ground. Whatever remained, together with the Kamui, followed shortly after. 

Since she had accepted her faith to wear platinum, Nike’s Cosmo burned so bright that it generated continuous heat, which forced to always be pretty much naked under her shell. Milo adored this detail. Especially because her armor didn’t really hide much of her shape, quite the opposite. He had wondered if it was by design. The armor dedicated to the Winged Victory that only a woman can wear was perfect to distract anyone vaguely sensitive to the female body shape. And the category included pretty much the totality of Athena’s enemies. He thought it was almost poetic: Victory is right there in front of you, ready to be conquered with its beauty and splendor. Just in time for you to be distracted by it. 

Their usual encounters would last a long time, hours even. Milo liked to take his time, pay attention to foreplay, take and give pleasure the way he did with his venom. Slowly, little by little, all the way to the Finale. This time, however, there was no time, they both we aware, so the Scorpio was forced to attack straight with Antares. When they were both freed from the few clothes they were still wearing, Milo pushed her down onto the huge, soft bed and slipped inside her with little to no ceremony, suffocating her with a kiss. She arched her back and moaned. No surprise there. As in love with Camus as he was, he knew women pretty well. And he knew this one even better. She was made for pleasure. As selfish as he could be in choosing intensity, rhythm, pauses, kisses, touches for his own pleasure, she would respond the same way.  

While he was fucking her harder than ever before, Milo realized that his pain and despair, blended with the pleasure they both felt that kept growing at each thrust, had given life to a new thought. From the darkest corner of his feelings numbed mind a perverted thought was forming. Under normal circumstances he would have been at least surprised, if not scared by such thought. But now... 

‘What’s there to lose’ he thought. 

After all, she was the one who asked, with her Cosmo, while healing Kanon from the wounds he had just inflicted, while he was already turning his back to them on his way to the eight house. 

‘Milo, hurry up and hit rock bottom. And then come back up. We need you Scorpio. Athena, this war need you. I need you. I can’t do this without my best friend’ 

‘You want me to hit rock bottom Nike? Here you have it’ 

And when he saw that Nik was a breath away from orgasm, he did the one thing he never thought he would. 

“Scarlet Needle” he whispered while hitting her on the chest with his first star. 

He had no idea why he had done that, nor what to expect. His venom, that would always cause excruciating pain, so intense to drive victims insane, seemed to be causing her the opposite effect. Mixing up with her orgasm it turned her insane, yes, but with pleasure. Her intensity, with its spasms and contraction, transferred to him while he was still inside of her. There was no way nor reason to hold back and Milo let go to an orgasm so hard he forgot it was probably his last.  

When he returned to the present, Nike was unconscious. He seriously considered adding the missing fourteen stars to her body and save her the horror of the Holy War. But seeing her Kamui next to his gold armor, both recomposed, he thought better of it. As much as that perfect face, gorgeous body, soft curves, velvety skin seemed made for the pleasure of a man, they belonged to a warrior of Athena. And just like him Nike would fight with everything she had. 

He was already wearing his gold when she woke up. 

“What... what happened?” 

“I Scarlet Needled you” he explained. 

“You want my death?” 

Thinking back with a melancholic smile to Camus and his stupid French way to refer to his orgasms, Milo answered 

“Only the small one” 

They both headed towards the battle field, their last, or so they thought. 

“Milo” she said without even turning to look at him. 

“I should beat you senseless for what you did” 

“You liked it, didn’t you?” 

“Not the point here” 

“You’re right, I'm sorry. If we ever happen to fuck again, in this life or the next, I give you my word I'll always ask for permission” 

Then he caught up with her and grabbed her arm. 

“Nike...” 

She turned around, he knelt before her. 

“I hit rock bottom. I need you to get back up” 

She lowered herself to his level and looked at him in the eyes. 

“That’s what my wings were made for” and she hugged him. 

[kari-go]

Hi. Your frog hero is really cute🥰

If you still looking for names, I would have some suggestion

A little bit My Hero Academy ispired, but since her power to boost power, maybe Quirk

I would suggest an additional power (maybe a power-up, like Ladybug's) but maybe she could sence others' powers, or when they are about to use it. In this chase, I would suggest the name ForeQroack

🐸

Aw, thank you. These are good!

My original plan wa to name her Rosnička (what we call weather girl but it is also a frog), but the closest translations to English are either weather girl or tree frog, and neither of these really fit Aurore...

Weather Girl has nothing to do with the miraculous at all.

Tree Frog is too on the nose and doesn't really fit the naming system I have (Aurore has names with something related to weather)

So I just translated Rosnička to French and it translated to Rainette, which is just adorable and has rain in it, so I think I'm gonna go with this. But thank you for the suggestion it was really smart!

[falthiere]

every time i see your art my my dashboard, i am astonished at how much it has changed since 2017. sorry if it makes you cringe to remember, but you've done such a good job! it's incredibly impressive and an ispiration!

on god, is this a follower since 2017 or did you actually scroll back that far...? my goodness either way. in 2017 i was basically just starting out on tumblr... i got my drawing tablet in december 2016.

thank you, this is a very kind message~ naur dw about it i don’t really cringe but upon looking back at my 2017 folder it is funny to believe that i ever thought any of it was good LMAO. the nature of art progression ig! i’m glad it happened. fun to think about what the various influences have been. im pretty sure you could stick a pin in my art to mark the moment i met prod OMEGALUL

but anyways uh yeah man thanks so much for saying this. still crazy to think that people go out of their way to send nice messages like this, let alone to me... it’s very sweet of you and i appreciate it

[confusedkittensposts]

I don't feel good so I am going to vent

This guy is the reason I am on this hellsite.

I watched BBC sherlock in the begining of lockdown and then found out Superwholock. I was like ok supernatural is two brothers mosterhunting around, then I saw screengrabs of castiel interogating the cat, and some really beautiful fanarts of his wings.

yeah, supernatural is a "shitshow" and it is addictive.I searched some more and found the brothers have a socially inapt guardian angle (that I may or may not be falling in love with, sue me but he soo cute).

when this turned up on my dash it was the end I searched for Misha and its a rollercoster. I watched Roadfood and thousands of his clips, made a small project on RA, got the permission to participate in GISH next year.

I admire Misha and I admire Castiel more than I have anyone else yet. They are kind and good and brave and they have given me strenght and ispiration and happiness.

I have been here for some time now and I found the places I like and hate. I know there are people who have different opinion than me but I am entiled to have mine as much as they are to have theirs.which is what compled me to write this.

I stumbled upon some hate posts today and I won't claim that they have done noting wrong but I don't agree with any kind of hate for anyone.

anyway I am tired to continue.