#anyway I’m free to yap whenever

[ash5monster01]

yall don’t give What’s Your Number enough credit for being one of the funniest romcoms and I’m tired of it //

YES!!! Also I think she was soooo ahead of her time. I remember when I was a teenager and didn’t date anyone yet, I also thought about “omg, how I will wake up in the morning aside my bf without any makeup on”, and now I think what a garbage I had in my head.

In teenage years I read Elle (and Elle Girl) and Vogue, and I remember how everything revolved around men, their pleasure and their perception of you as a woman. You HAD to be with no grams of fat, cellulite, zero wrinkles. Most articles in those magazines were about either sex and what you need to do FOR men (so he won’t leave you) or 10 steps how to look like a model (otherwise hate your self and stay locked up). When I watched this movie in 2022 I had all those flashbacks from my teenage years in 2000s

If she would do this movie now, it would be BIG. I think back in the days people thought of her character as some sort of loser who got lucky in the end, when really she was mentally healthiest one 🙌🏼🙏🏻

Anna Faris just is that girl. I remember watching it for the first time in 2016, mainly for Chris Evans, but then actually being like this is an iconic movie.

Just the concept alone of her not wanting to go over her number and hunting down all her exes is entertainment itself. Pair that with Anna’s humor and the actors picked to play the exes! I mean we had Chris Pratt, Anthony Mackie, Andy Samberg, Martin Freeman, Thomas Lennon! That cast was stacked and they all played their characters so well.

Then the running jokes, like constantly bumping in Disgusting Donald unintentionally, amazing. The friend to lovers trope with her douchey neighbor who slowly becomes her best friend, and then the guy she falls for. It’s all so good.

She plays such a strong female lead and I adore all of the characters from her Mom to each of the exes, even Joel McHale as her gross ex boss. Even the sister’s best friends despite how annoying they can be sometimes. Also may I add it has one of the most clever chase scenes in a romcom that doesn’t include rushing an airport or the other normal cliches!

Anyways I could go on and on forever about this movie. If you’re interested in more of it, I actually read the book the movie was based on. It’s not as good but I still enjoyed the cleverness and spotting the differences between the two. If you’re interested I’ll attach the link here.

[kireilien]

hiii baby, how’re u doing ?! ok first of all, appreciate u for being u on here and blessing us with ur yummy content, i’m eating this shit up like omg <3 second of all, i wanna smooch ur face for being a writer for &team and kiof :3 and third of all hehe, i came here to share my thoughts on maki cus like hello ?? that my baby right there, anyways !! contrary to ur own thoughts about daddy/size kink maki, i think that he’d really enjoy having his girl wearing skirts with nothing underneath cause one, easier access duh !! and two !! he’s a little munch and just wants to spend most of his time if not all of his life between his gf legs and just drinking and lapping at her cunny >_< plus, just makes it easier for him to corner you into some place in the house or while outside and just simply flip up the skirt and go to town on you, telling you to keep quiet for him otherwise no cumming !!

anyways i yapped too much, but hope u don’t mind me cus i got a little too excited. alrighty then, have a good day/night girl, mwah !!

hellloooo anon i’ve been well and ty!!!!! but wait anon come back anon yap some more pls i love you so much you are so right i love everything about this 

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; dom!maki, sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, free use, MUNCH MAKI aka oral (f receiving), pussy drunk maki, domestic/possessive maki, spit play if you read between the lines, borderline exhibitionism, use of “baby,” rambling not much actual content lol

maki munch is 100% real there’s something i’m cooking up with maki and look. 

I AM A MAKI MUNCH ENTHUSIAST SINCE DAY ONE 

unfortunately putting aside my daddy maki agenda (no one will stop me i fear), he’d LOVE the thought of free use, it’d lwk make him feel a lil domestic like heyyy you’re not wearing panties aka you trust me heyyy what if i js fuck you to my heart’s content as you fold clothes bc we’re alone tgt heyyyy do you get what i mean. 

i can just imagine him coming home literally swamped from practice and the first thing he does? eat you out. he’s so fucking addicted to your pussy he loves the smell, the taste, the look you have on your face when he’s hitting the best spot. he’s not even doing it for you, he’s doing it for himself. homeboy LOVE LOVE LOVES munching on box he goes in a trance to decompress and destress. just lapping in your juices, practically making out with your lower lips, toying with that clit, slobbering all over your pussy, making sure he quite literally drinks your cunt up, not letting a single drop run off somewhere else, and if you try to ask maki to stop, he keeps going, this is for him, he’s keeping you down with his arms so you can’t go anywhere, looking at you with those dark eyes of his letting you know that this pussy is his and only his to use on his time HOLY FUCKKK LETS MOVE ON THIS IS GETTING TOO VIVID GUYS I CAN NOT RIGHT NOW NEXT SCENE GUYS NEXT SCENE LET US MOVE AWNNNNN

moving onto another form of free use, remember how i said it makes him feel domestic? whenever you’re doing something like it doesn’t have to be actually “domestic” ie folding laundry, cooking, cleaning that sort of stuff, you could literally be watching a movie, maki would js look at you and go, “thank god that’s mine.”

yes he would 100% go “need that” to you but

yas he would totes flip your skirt and have you take his cock whenever!!! i wouldn’t say wherever tho, i feel he’s more cautious but he would die to hold in his rock hard dick and once you walk through the door he’s already plowing into you. butttt i would say if it’s more secluded and not another person lengths away he’ll take you right there like a fucking horn dog smh. he’d take his strong hand to shut you up and make you take his cock, grunting as he’s cock kissing your cervix, “be quiet, baby. gotta take this load for me ‘kay? or else i won’t let you cum until we get home.” 

sigh. maki. all i think about is him guys. 

back 2 maki catalog

[starmocha]

Ok I'm gonna throw this plot bunny here but feel absolutely free to ignore it

I was wondering when the kids are a older, maybe around 8 or 10, and say they get themselves in done serious trouble, maybe they go somewhere they know they shouldn't because it's dangerous, lots of wanderers sights there and they end up getting hurt, which of the dads would get super mad--after the initial panic and eventual relief once they make sure their kid is alright--who do you think would get so mad they'd be shaking? Of course it's all because they're scared, they could've actually lost their kid...

I'm basing this on my own experience cause my dad's very calm and rational so whenever he got really mad it was lowkey scary 😂

In my opinion, Raf losing it and scolding his kid would be scary cause he's probably the kind of dad who's always finding excuses for his baby and saving him from MC's scolding, so him being so mad would be unsettling. He's already the most emotional of the guys, so afraid of losing MC, I can't even imagine how terrified he'd be in that situation, almost losing his little treasure, he warned him so much to be careful...

And Zayne who's always keeping his cool and being very rational--seeing him being distraught and mad at the same time would be scary too. You know when he yelled at the prisoners in his card during tomorrow's catch 22?? that took me out, never heard him so angry, he never raises his voice...(and I loved it very much, holy shit)

Anyway, this is just something that popped in my head and I value your headcanons and writing a lot so I thought I'd ask ♥️

Love this prompt. I'm incapable of simply yapping lol but while thinking about their reactions, I ended up imagining little scenes instead oops <333

Zayne –

His father is yelling at him. His father never yells. Ever.

He had messed up completely. There was a lockdown in Linkon due to an influx in wanderer attacks, and as per city order, all residences should remain at home, with only a few exceptions allowed. His mother is a hunter, and with a shortage of manpower at the Association, she has been working around the clock. Likewise, his father is on active duty at the hospital as both civilians and hunters are rushed into the wards nonstop.

His father had left him with only one instruction: Stay home.

He couldn’t sit still. He just had to go outside. He wanted to go to the arcade, wanted to see his friends, eat his favorite desserts, and do all of the things that he usually did prior to the lockdown. It was only for a few hours, he had said to himself. A few hours out and he would be back home and neither of his parents would ever have to know he had disobeyed them.

This district is safe, he had thought. There hasn’t been an attack here.

Yet.

There was a sudden scream. Human.

And a screech. A Wanderer. Two wanders. Three, four—

It had all happened in a flash, but the last thing he had remembered was suddenly seeing his mother’s shocked face as she shielded him from an attack.

And now. Now he is sitting on an exam table in a private room, bandaged up, and hearing his father screaming at him.

There are such dark, heavy bags under Zayne’s eyes. The little nine-year-old boy couldn’t help but wonder when his father had last slept. His mother had also looked slimmer than normal. They are both worn down, sacrificing their own wellbeing for the sake of others.

And he was selfish, wanting to play some arcade games. There are games at home. He wanted to eat desserts. There are desserts at home. He wanted…

“I’m sorry…”

Zayne pauses.

“Dad… I…” He isn’t sure what to say. Normally, so quick-witted and sharp-tongued, this tense moment has robbed him of all words. He just looks down at the white tile floors in shame. He knows he deserves his father’s beratement.

A minute passes before this awkward silence is broken and Zayne sighs. He walks over and hugs his son gently. He presses his lips to the top of the boy’s head.

“Your mother and I… had thought at the very least, you would be safe at home, and we wouldn’t have to worry about anything in our absence.”

He feels even more guilty now.

“When this lockdown is over,” Zayne says, “you are volunteering at the hospital after school for three months.”

“Th-three months?”

“Do you want to make it four?”

“N-no, sir…”

“Good boy.”

Zayne hugs his son again, feeling the embrace returned much tighter.

Rafayel –

The ocean could be calm and playful, but within an instance, it could also do a switch, turning violent and unforgiving.

To the little nine-year-boy, that’s what he saw happened in his father. He is knelt on the shore, wet and cold and shivering as his father is yelling at him. His father is bleeding after sustaining a wanderer attack while protecting him, but it seems Rafayel isn’t even fazed by the injury.

His eyes are dark and stormy, bearing so much rage, the little boy actually feels fear.

“Even if there wasn’t a wanderer in the water, a storm was coming in!” Rafayel is yelling, his mind racing with all sorts of scenarios that could have happened, and none of them were good. “You could have been swept away by the waves and just—”

He pauses, seeing his son was trying to hold his tears back.

“Dad… your shoulder…”

Rafayel blinks, his rage momentarily forgotten. He glances at his shoulder. He’s still bleeding.

“We’ll talk at home—”

Rafayel gasps when his son stood up and ran to him, hugging him tightly. “Y-you…” He sighs helplessly and kneels down to his son’s height, returning the hug immediately. “My little fishie… are you hurt anywhere?”

The boy shook his head furiously, but he quickly points at Rafayel’s shoulder. “Dad…”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s head back,” he says, suddenly picking his son up, to the little boy’s surprise. “I’m sure your mother will have some words to say to you as well.”

Xavier –

Xavier doesn’t even raise his tone, but there is a clear edge in his voice that leaves the little eight-year-old girl trembling. She is his little princess, his whole universe, and while she has never been the exact definition of a daddy’s girl that Xavier hoped for, she is still his everything and up until now, she could do no wrong in his eyes.

This time it’s different. Even he couldn’t look past her recklessness.

In the midst of his reprimands, he stops suddenly when she hugs him, crying and apologizing profusely.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad, please, I’m sorry,” she’s crying nonstop, because she has never seen her father mad at her the way he is now. He’s not yelling, but the steadiness of his voice, the way his words come out so clipped and terse made her more scared than if he was screaming at her in anger.

Xavier sighs helplessly. He hugs her back and picks her up in his arms. “I know you’re sorry,” he says, “But… but we can’t let this go unnoticed… What if something had happened and I wasn’t there to protect you?”

The girl nods in agreement and buries her face in her father’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, princess, but… this time I am siding with your mother.”

She kisses his cheek.

“Nope,” he responds, “Kissing my cheek will not get you out of your mother’s punishments.”

She kisses his cheek again, in quick successions.

“It won’t do any good. If your mother finds out what you are doing, I’m sure she’s going to double your punishment.”

The girl sulks, her pout disappearing when her father kisses her cheek back.

“Let’s go home, princess.”

The girl smiles back when she sees a little bunny made of light sitting on her father’s shoulder next to her cheek. She hugs him back tighter, and Xavier sighs in relief.

Sylus –

She was confident she could take on any wanderer. Her father had been training her to box since she was three, began using a firearm at five, and with a mother who is a skilled hunter, it’s in her blood, right?

No. She’s only nine, and her first sighting of a wanderer has left her frozen in fear much like a deer caught in headlights. She shouldn’t have entered this no-hunt zone. It was a stupid dare from her classmates, saying they didn’t believe she knew how to fight. She’s just a spoiled little rich girl who was lying for attention.

Am not!

Then prove it. Film yourself taking down a wanderer. It can even be something stupid like Lemonette.

Except this isn’t Lemonette.

It was a swarm of six Elysian Lupulus, and they were in a frenzy.

One charges at her and she drops her phone, the device instantly crushed under a heavy paw. She’s shaking on the forest floor, all thoughts gone as she stares into soulless eyes, and when it lunges at her, she screams.

Nothing happened.

She opens her eyes, shocked to see…

“Mephie?”

The mechanical crow she has known all her life is shown to be more than just a long-suffering over-glorified babysitter. She watches in fascination as it takes down one of the wanderers. Suddenly, she hears a branch snap and realizes the other wanderers are closing in on her. She scrambles to her feet and as she runs in the opposite direction, she recognizes the approaching swirls of red and black mist rushing at her, gasping as it engulfs her and within seconds, she is safe in her father’s protective embrace. In just mere seconds, he has dissipated the remaining wanderers, and when she tentatively looks behind her, she only sees the remnants of red particles floating in the air before disappearing entirely.

She hears the sound of wings flapping, which is immediately followed by her father’s deep voice, “Well done, Mephisto.”

And then, his attention directs to her. That same voice now carries a different tone. Fury.

“What were you thinking? What would you have done if Mephisto wasn’t watching over you?”

She flinches. Sylus didn’t raise his voice, but he had never spoken to her like this before. There was this uneasy tranquil fury in his voice that didn’t sit well with her. She doesn't like it.

He is still berating her, the calmness slipping away the more he spoke, until he’s nearly shouting now, “Your mother and I were panicking looking for you! Do you know how many children your mother had witnessed killed by wanderers? If I had been just a few seconds lat—”

She starts crying and Sylus pauses, realizing he had lost control. He could see fear in his daughter’s eyes, something he’s not used to. She has never feared him.

He drops to his knees and just wraps his arms around her. “My little birdie, I didn’t mean to rais—”

She hugs him back tighter, surprising him, and she is just apologizing over and over again, completely word-vomiting about everything that had led to this moment. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry, I won’t do this again, I won’t disobey you or Mommy. Daddy… I want to go home…”

He sighs and easily picks her up in his arms, just like when she was a toddler. He hugs her back and nods. “You’re safe now,” he whispers, kissing her temple, “We’ll discuss this later. Let’s get out of this place now.”

All actions have consequences, and for the darling of Onychinus, Sylus has decided to start off with her doing 50 laps around the bases’ gym. Every day, for three months straight.

Caleb –

For as long as Caleb could have remembered, his son has always had a restless, adventurous spirit, getting into many different reckless situations again and again, except this time, the eight-year-old boy had soared too close to the sun and it nearly costed him more than just a few broken bones.

“What am I going to do with you?” Caleb is shouting. “I’ve been too lenient with you, is that it? And now you think you could go wherever you want and do whatever you want?”

“Dad—” the boy’s voice is more feeble than normal. He had messed up big time. His father had never exploded at him the way he is now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know there would be wanderers in that fores—”

“You weren’t even supposed to be in that forest!”

The boy flinches. “I… just wanted to be like you… Be strong like you… And… And…”

Caleb pauses, his anger disappearing suddenly. He looks at the little boy in front of him, seeing his head lowered in shame.

“C’mere,” Caleb says softly, keeping his temper under check this time. With one hand behind his son’s head, he gently pulls the boy to him, hugging him in comfort. “You’re already like me in so many ways—just ask your mother, it annoys her so much, you know—you don’t need to get into dangerous situations to prove anything.”

His son relaxes.

And then he freezes again at his father’s next comment.

“Since my little co-pilot wants to be like his good ol’ dad so much, then starting tomorrow, you are waking up at 4 AM and running 5 miles with me.”

“F-four AM?! F-five miles?”

Caleb nodded, grinning. “For six months straight.”

“D-Dad!”

“Let’s go, you little rascal, your mother will have her own punishment for you.”

“…Crap…”

“What was that?”

“N-nothing, sir!”

[lizardsmp3]

would you ever consider posting like a speed paint or a breakdown of your art process? I am new to digital art and feeling like I’m doing something fundamentally Wrong somewhere in the process. it would be interesting to see regardless :3 “whatever happened to hello?” YES CORRECT hello I LOVE your art hope you’re having a good day!!!

FIRST OF ALL sorry this took so long to answer and you are so sweet ty!! also i promise however & whatever youre doing theres no real wrong or right way as cliche as it sounds genuinely it is just about finding a method that works for you! & having brushes you like helps a LOT– i use procreate and. okay i genuinely cannot find the link for the brush i use for sketching & lines ive been looking forever. it's called thick watercolor and i got it for free but i just for the life of me have no idea where the download link went? it haunts me ;( for coloring tho ok genuinely forever i just used the default procreate round brush but of late ive been really into the smooth brush in this gouache set i think its lovely it is, true to name, SO smooth i love it ^_^ ok continued under the cut i dont want this to be too long or anything. i will yap tho! disclaimer that i am in no way god's expert on art or anything this is just my method in this world

to be honest i thumbnail half my shit in my fucking notes app of all places and its absolutely incomprehensible. ok the example im gonna use here will be my end of tit art bc i took a lot of screenshots in the middle of the process bc i was going thru a lot with the colors. so first off heres my thumbnail LMAOOOO

one day i'll just show you guys all the nonsense in my notes app thats only coherent to me. theres a lot of just like scribbly smooches i doodle whenever im down to be so honest. ANYWAY! ok here's the speedpaint forgive that i had to cut out the middle a little bit because um i draw a billion things on the same canvas all the time so i had like detours in the middle of this. and enjoy the soundtrack i have provided you (it is of course legendary danandphilbeats banger it hits different.)

(here's the absolute state of the full canvas. yeah sorry the detour in question was the sister daniel/father philip image. jordan laddersmp3 always yells at me for drawing so many things on the same canvas but what can i say i have a sickness. i have a lot that are far more cluttered than this)

umm but basically my usual order is slapping my thumbnail into procreate (not that i dont sketch in procreate sometimes but idk. smthn abt my notes app feels less serious so i conceptualize things more in there) and then drawing over it with my sketch/lineart brush- and frankly i dont really have the patience for lineart so mostly the things i draw are just cleaned-up sketches. never let anyone tell you that you have to do lineart. theyre lying. do whatever the fuck you want forever <3 here's the sketch and then just the cleaner kinda-lineart-kinda-sketch

and then i set the sketch layer to multiply- you can fiddle with other blend modes, sometimes linear burn matches the vibe better, or if youre the kinda person who Does like to do solid lineart obvs you can leave it normal- and slap down some like base colors on a layer under it for what i want the color scheme to be and like where i want the light a lil bit!

(the color scheme for this one was of course heavily referenced from this lovely picture from the wonderful nora, because it made me really emo and also had the perfect palette)

from there it's just a matter of me making a billion new layers to like refine the details & color (which also not that you cant paint all on the same layer but that scares me idk im always afraid to fuck up smthn i like so.) i definitely try to color like separate parts/people/objects on separate layers just in case. (though i always draw dnp on the same layer #donotseparate etc) oh i totally cheated dans shirt here by painting it on a layer and just turning that layer's opacity down til i was like yeah ok that looks transparent. work smarter not harder. also i do not name my layers and am a mess with them. that is okay.

and then i like to do a layer thats over the lineart where i can add little scribbles on top of the drawing- like little highlights and stuff, which is one of my favorite things to add to drawings :] (and also i put a clipping mask on the lineart to recolor it a little so i can lighten up areas of it and soften up the feel if needed!)

& then sometimes, like with this one, i like to add a veeeeryyyy slight chromatic aberration, just to add a bit of dimension, so i merged all the background color layers together separately from the body layers (with the exception of the confetti, which was on its own layer, & obvs my little highlights) and did likeeee i think a 2% chromatic aberration on the bodies and maybe 3% on the bg just to add a lil more color in there. i just like how it looks idk. i moved the center of it to dnp of course

(i also had a lil motion blur on the confetti ^_^!)

can i admit something actually i always get scared of leaving effects i cant undo like chromatic aberration or blurs of any kind so i literally always undo them after i save the image to post. im insane like that bc im always like what if i wanna edit the image later. u never know. etc etc. <- i have FEARS what can i say. but ummm yeagh thats basically it hope u enjoyed this look into Amelia's Artistic Process!

also sidebar i do not always rawdog color schemes slash use photo refs sometimes if a color scheme is just not coming together the way i want it to i'll make use of a gradient map turned up to whatever percent feels right in the moment (usually honestly like 10% max unless the vibes want more, like, its just veeery slight to unify the color scheme a bit). genuinely i do like the default procreate gradient maps- i like warm colors a lot so im fond of blaze and venice- tho ive also made a couple of my own ^_^ i didn't use one with this here cause i liked the colors but yeah if i hate the colors just that slight correction always helps make it feel more cohesive <3 also there's always the option of making a layer on top of everything that's just a solid color and setting the blend mode to “color” and fiddling with the opacity until you get what you like, which is what i did with the redraw of the selfie with sarah so it was more nicely orangey :] literally i just do whatever half the time! which is maybe not the best tutorial or anything but well! what can i say

and yeah that's it basically!! ty anon ly bb ^_<

[deesseshesca]

PAC :What are they gagging about u, again ?

Again… A fucking again. Nothing new, nothing changed. 

Good morning, pretty souls, today we are diving into the same mess people keep their mouth running regarding you. What’s the remix this time ? What have you done to upset the haters ? Like WTF do they want now ? 

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Rules and Disclaimer 

I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 

TW: PANIC ATTACK

Pile 1

Check in : y'all come from a rich abusive household. You are about to run away. Or some of y’all might actually just move. 

What’s the gag ? 

King pentacles 

People are yapping about you,  are  your classmates or close friends . Y’all come from an abundant family heritage and are living the dream some will never get to even grasp. Let’s not forget your amazing composure. You can get anything you want whenever you want. Probably walking around with an Amex card. Book a ticket overseas at least 4x a year. Whole education in private school even high profile nanny. If you  are black, u hear often … « you talk white … ». I fucking hate that statement because what is that supposed to mean 😑… LOSER . They think u must have a very traditional way of thinking. Especially if u are white, they think u lean more towards far right ideologies. And the fact that u call your parents « papa » or « mother » is not helping your case. 

What’s actually gagging ? 

8 swords

Y’all are going through it with your family. I don’t have any vision regarding what’s going on behind closed doors. But I see you pulling a big bright smile after closing the front door of your house. I see y’all acting literally like a robot. The second that your parents ask for something. You do it. No question or critical thinking involved. Y’all are literally suffocating in your household. This time no amount of money, clothes or first class trip is cutting it. 

Bonus💌333, The universe is advising you not to run way. They know you are an individual with good values and you hate acting out of character. But they are giving you the green light to act like a spoiled child and throw a fit. So you can get your own apartment and enjoy a semi independent lifestyle before blowing the big gun. They will hate to see struggle in the real world when u already been through hell in your own home.

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PILE 2 

Check in : You guys recently got a face piercing. People around u wondered if u are a sex worker. You come from a small town. Y’all have the perfect hourglass figure or peach. Anyway, your ass is fat. 

What’s the gag ? 

Judgment (reverse)

They feel like too many bad things happen to you. Everyone in town is in your business. Which is not surprising. Like nobody actually minds their motherfucking business ( I’m sorry … I hate when people are in people's business, especially mine . Since I’m a toddler my fav sport is to mind the thinking that pay me … is so annoying when I run around individuals that fucking don’t This is why I never over read in y’all energy even in a collective setting. Like c’mon). I’m sorry pile 2, y’all lost u’re high school sweetheart. Y'all got married but it all scrambles down. They feel like you need Jesus. They think u are bitter, old  and alcoholic women. You need to give your heart to God and turn your life around. 

What’s actually gagging ? 

Queen swords (reverse) 

They are partially right (and i oop-). Nah, I have to stay serious. This is a serious matter. You lost the only good thing in your life. I would be turning bitter myself 2. In that nasty old town, where people never let you be in peace. First because of your mom's reputation then because of your beauty. Out here making fun of u because u gain weight. Bitch people are at the gym killing themself to have your curves. Some are dying on the bed of doctor Miami… for what ? I sense that it is constantly like that. Since you’ve been young they made smart comments about you. When they realize, u only get prettier from there… game over. Now they are calling you fast. Then calling you old, they wish. Y’all are between 25-27 like… ok, yeah ok, pipe down bitch (meme reference). You are pondering on doing a 360 of your life right now. You spend all this time  trying to please people around you and acting according to people's expectations. Now you want to live in a rather carefree lifestyle. Moving to the big city, where nobody cares about you and nobody deem to care. You might want to be a stripper. Not because you are missing funds or don’t have an education. You just want to go wild for a bit. Seeing if you still got it.

 Bonus💌777, When you are ready to share your story that's when great success is going to find you. You might documente your grief on social media or give guideline for other to heal. Some may write a book to help individual going through the trials and tribulations of loosing their ultimate soulmate. Y'all other going to share all the secret tip and tricks of being a stripper.

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PILE 3

What’s the gag? 

King cups (reverse)

Y’all must be athletes. The people gagging  are your teammates. They finally saw you crack. Some were even questioned if you were a human being. Because you are always put on a straight face no matter what. I sense that you had a panic attack in front of them. That was the only time you showed emotion and it was this intense. 

What's actually the gaging ? 

Queen swords 

You’ve been carrying a deep sadness since childhood. You guys are extremely disciplined and private. Y’all also give amazing advice. They think you lost it but you actually lost your mind Because you never really had your emotions under control. You barely know how to cope. The only time that this insanity seems to leave you is when you are practicing your sport. You are actually pouring all you have to the only thing that gives you peace. They will never know that.

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[aayakashii]

I think the taiga thing I sent you is especially poignant if it happens before y’all are dating, before y’all are even friendly. Like of course you probably aren’t gonna date someone who can’t remember you because consent stuff, but the idea of someone seeing you, not remembering who you are or how you are connected (even though y’all aren’t connected at all really atp), and deciding “you’re everything. I need to remember you” and putting in every single effort to ingrain you into their mind, the very mind they /cant/ control or understand or make work the way everyone else’s seems to? Mayhaps it’s my own personal ✨trauma✨ because of Things, but that effort just makes it mean so much more. And the first time Taiga is able to see your face or your picture and remember that you mean something to him without prompting? He feels a spark of joy and victory that makes any gambling win seem hollow. And the genuine joy when he’s able to do it to your face without prompting one day?? He’s king of the world.

Also imagine how many times he asks you out, not remembering if he did already or not but knowing he wants you so he has to ask just in case. Majority of the time, it’s brash and just called out “oi, go out with me” “you’re mine, now, got it?” But occasionally he is sweet or is just overwhelmed by how sweet and genuine you look that he is blushing or even nervous as he asks you. And his wonder for just a moment when you say “I’m already yours, but I’ll always say yes again to you” melts your heart

(I’m a yap and sap and individuals with memory problems still finding ways to show how much they love you is important to me 🥺. Anyways, as always, feel free to free to ignore for now or for forever, I’m just happy to yap and have someone to send ideas to!!!)

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PLEASE FEEL FREE TO KEEP SENDING ME YOUR IDEAS 🤲 memory problems always make things so bittersweet, but the concept of him asking you out many times just because he cant remember he already did absolutely BROKE ME ;-; imagine you make a little video for him, like that one romcom movie, with a collection of memories of you two together for him to watch everyday and remember you....... all to make his efforts a little bit easier on him so he doesn't beat himself up whenever he can't recall one specific thing

[phoenixisobsessed]

So this is my beloved girl LS (I commissioned her from @spxartblog)

I love her dearly. She is the Batmobile. (And I ship her with TFA Optimus Prime.)

Anyway... Could I get her throwing herself in front of Optimus Disney Pocahontas style? Ya know, TFA Optimus on his knees, hands cuffed behind him, staring up defiantly.

LS is in front of him arranged so if you tried to kill him, you'd kill her too. She's staring up at the executioner just as defiantly.

Executioner is probably Megatron, but when I originally imagined this scene it was OC TFA Decepticons I never put the work into visualizing, so if you got any of those, feel free to insert them. Method of pending execution doesn't matter.

This is a super self-indulgent ask and might be a bit more complicated than you're looking for, so there is no stress. But this is something I imagined for a fic I never wrote. It would be cool to see it drawn. :)

Ourgh I hope this is what you meant…UEHAU. BIG SUPPORTER OF SELF INDULGENT STUFF. I DRAW THAT SHIT WHENEVER I GET THE CHANCE !!!!! Also yes I know I gave Megs like an axe and not a wrecking ball or whatever you call it but shhh axe gives more executioner vibe.

Anyway I’m eepy I have no yapping to do today. I hope you guys are having a nice day.

[robo-milky]

“Hey, Carrots!

No need to look so offended, I’m not here to cause any trouble, you know~. No favors to ask of either. It’s your special day, isn’t it? It is! So I came by to give you a present.

…Yeah, okay, it’s not really much, but it’s a gift nonetheless. Coupon for a special pop for the birthday girl~. You have a favorite flavor or something? I’ll try making it into a pop for you. A dozen for free! I’m real kind, I know.

Oh, and before I forgot. You know Ashi, don’t you? Poor girl couldn’t make it today, so she asked me to hand you a gift bag in her stead. Proves my trustworthiness, doesn’t it? Heh.

No need to worry, I didn’t peek at it… Hold some higher standards for me, would you?”

Niko hands over the bag. It’s a cute, pink, petite bag with cat decorations on it. It holds some resemblance to the feline holding it herself.

Grabbing what’s inside, there’s a little drawing with a note attached. It’s written with words and symbols that seem impossible to verbalize, but somehow it’s easy to imagine a certain brunette bringing life to them…

Clochey! HBD fam!~ Super bummed I couldn’t make it, but I hope this prezzie has enough of my energy baked into it that it feels like I’m there! LMK ASAP ☆

I wanted to send you a cute lil’ message ‘cuz I’m real thankful for us being friends, YK? Even tho we aren’t super buddy buddy, I still totally enjoy your company. Eppy tells me enough about you that it basically feels like I’m hanging with you myself!

Anyway~ I wanted to gift smth more personalized for you, so I drew up a little drawing! It’s kinda like a postcard, but I tried putting one of your fave things on it ♡ I hope you enjoy!~

We should SO get talkin’ again soonsies! Wishin you a happy birthday and many more with a certain huntsman <3

Sincerely, Ashi ♪

Cloche hears a chuckle after she’s done reading the note.

“Wow, Carrots, your face is a little red… Wonder what Ashi stirred up for you to get you, the cold clawed kitty to get lookin’ like that. Well, privacy is privacy. Guess that’s my cue to leave.

Here’s hoping you catch a break from all the trouble around campus, hm? Enjoy your day~.”

HAPPY BDAY CHRIS!!!!!!! I HOPE YOUR DAY AND WEEK AND TBH MONTH IS SO BANGER. ITS SO DESERVED!!!!!!! 🫶 it’s been SO nice being your moot for like?? WHAT??? TWO YEARS OR SMTH??? TIME IS SO CRAZY. it’s been such a treat being able to interact n talk w you since the beginning!!! I GET SUPER HAPPY WHENEVER I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS <333 HBD again and I hope life treats you well!!!!! 🙏 blessing your pulls and turning them into pomepulls……….. tehepero

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash] *them referring to our dear freshmen

Okay first of all… ASHIIIIIII YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME I SWEAR !!! THE FACT THAT YOU SENT THIS SO EARLY??!?! THE INTERACTION IS EVERYTHING! I JUST LOVE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT SO NATURALLY- Fr, Niko just waltzing into Ramshackle then dipping- aND THE GORGEOUS GORGEOUS ROOKLOCHE ART- LITERALLY SCREAMING OVER THE POSE AND DETAILS- YOU SERIOUSLY OUT DID YOURSELF FOR THIS ONE! Rook carrying her and Cloche grabbing on to him to get closer- SAVANACLAW ROOK MY BELOVED- Muscle man frrrr- Ashi really caught on to the cat maid’s staring during Chapter 7 huh. AND THE DOODLES ON RHE SIDES ARE TOO CUTE- 😩

Epel yapping on about Cloche and totally not suspiciously asking Ashi about her roommate- Ashi internally sweating bullets when Epel doesn’t realize that everything he describes is the cat maid making up excuses to avoid him-

Also take this… Cloche walking up to Niko days later and asking for a bone marrow pop, and it takes Niko a few seconds to realize it was a joke 😭😭 Slow burn friendship trust-

Really, it’s so wild that it’s been 2 years- So glad to have you here and to celebrate with you again !! I think you really blessed my pome pulls with this one- seriously- man came on the 30th pull twice- Ilyyyyy If makes me super happy to see you in my notifs as well and may we continue to interact in the future!

[dino--draws]

I’m gonna shove everything under the readmore but it’s finally time for me to yap about my transmasc Placeholder McDoctorate headcanons. Buckle up chucklefucks!!

INTEGER had already tore McDoctorate’s identity asunder. Cracked it open, scooped things out, left a gaping wound in its wake. A name that doesn’t belong to you, that you don’t want but can’t seem to get rid of, thats worn like a mockery and burned into you like a brand. And now everything feels off kilter. Because sometimes you get your identity abstracted and it opens all sorts of insecurities you didn’t even know you HAD till now.

Placeholder doesn’t really get Why things feel extra weird and bad until the building of the REISNO Cannon swings around in 2020. Because if anyones gonna get their egg cracked in a fucking causal loop its gonna be this guy LMAO. And that’s exactly what happens. Amidst the back and forths about the eigenmachine, Placeholder notices that this future self sounds… different? And is quite cheeky about it whenever asked! It gets Placeholder thinking about things, and before the connection is severed, future!Place nudges his past self in the direction of a certain Site-43 memeticist we all know and love. It leads him to properly meeting Lillihammer for the first time. Aaand also because if theres on thing I learned from Bury the Survivors is that memetics and countermemetics can spot an egg like it’s their job LMAOO. It’s there that he learns being trans is like,,, an option that he has and Realizes thats what he is.

And from there, transition becomes a matter of reclamation for him. A way to reclaim control over his identity and how people perceive him, after INTEGER took that away when it stole his name. He decides to undergo HRT and start T instead of using something like 113 because he wants to put that control directly in his own hands — wants to administer it to himself as a repeated assertion that he is in control of his identity. Also because his science nerd brain likes handling syringes with chemicals in them, thats an added bonus. AND he can track the changes and progress with CHARTS. He fucking loves charts and data.

While the name curse is still a problem and source of discomfort (it’s half the reason he insists people call him ‘Place’, even in professional settings, as it feels ever so slightly more ‘normal’), he regains some assemblence of control over himself. And he still ascribes to one day tear himself free, so that he can fucking choose a name.

The astute may notice unintended consequences in hinging him transitioning/realizing he's trans to the REISNO Cannon and yeag. yeag. para!Place still realizes, just a bit later and also In the paradox, but doesn't get the materials to transition until in Admoline; where he just synthesizes that shit mad science style because he spent twelve years wanting to eat glass about this tbh. Guy who has 100% injured his ribs with improper chest binding.

Theres a metaphor in here to realizing your trans while also living in a horrific situation that means you can't acquire the means to transition in a way thats make you feel comfortable with yourself. Stares into the camera. Anyways yeah there’s all my yowling about shenanigans thats been living in my head rent free for actual months

[girlberrie]

GASP FELLOW TOM RIDDKE SHIFTER !???? CANON OR FANON?? (Voldemort or his son?)

uhhhh canon??? kinda???? he is not voldemort. he won’t ever be voldemort. but only because it would disappoint me and he can’t stand the idea of that.

ok i’m taking this ask as an excuse to ramble a little bit so just. bear with me.

i like my men a bit evil. so he is still evil. its just that. he wants to be immortal more than he wants to be a genocidal maniac dictator (which he won’t become on my watch). and if he wants to be immortal then i will help him become immortal and then make myself immortal too. we will live an eternity together laughing evilly and planning coups and never following through because its more foreplay than anything else.

he is arrogant and incredibly smart and takes care of everything for me. i love him for everything. i love him when we wants to crucio malfoy but doesn’t follow through because he thinks it would sadden me. i love him when he dares me to befriend a unicorn in the forbidden forest and when he gets mildly disappointed that i didn’t get trampled on lmfao

he is a control freak? he has many plans. plans on top of plans. he is the planner(tm sign). the only time he isn’t five steps ahead is whenever the situation involves me. because i’m worse than him. i am ten steps ahead at all times but i also never plan and stay spontaneous . and usually spontaneity scares him because he needs everything in control in the palm of his hand but he just loves me too much.

he is possessive territorial jealous. luckily for him i am just that too. we match each others freak. its very freeing

also he wasn’t conceived under a love potion . merope gaunt and tom riddle sr. had an affair. merope still left tom (my tom) in the orphanage but tom riddle sr. found him and so tom grew with a father after the age of eight. he knows parental love. he can feel love, genuinely. its just that he is emotionally constipated, a little bit. he freezes when he cries. he is surprised when he feels strong emotion.

he is used to neutrality and being able to manipulate so that he can get what he wants. and i love him so i am blind to it whilst also not being blind to it. i trust him to not use my unconditional love against me and he won’t, so. yeah

so to answer the ask……………not really canon tom. but also yes sometimes canon tom riddle (its the evil. i can’t help it). not canon voldemort and idek what fanon voldemort is???? or who voldemorts son is??? is it the mattheo riddle guy because in that case, nope.

i wanted to yap and was given the opportunity, but was this a comprehensible answer?

anyway bye. thank you anon for this ask.

[tfone-continuity-au]

hello!! it's my first time ever asking a question on tumblr lol

I saw the animatic a few weeks back and I kinda forgot about it since I couldn't find this blog- fortunately, My Way got stuck in my head, which was a great reminder to try and find this again XD

anyways uh questions

What is the basic plot of this AU, and what prompted you to make it? (WHY DO BOTH BEE AND ELITA DIE ANSWER ME GRABS YOU BY THE SHOULDERS /silly)

Do you intend to make some sort of masterpost for this soon?

What program did you make the animatic on? And how long did it take you?

and uh yeah that's it :D

Oh my gosh hi ;D!! Welcome!! And yea dw I might’ve misplaced a hyphen or two in the animatic so that probably didn’t help lol

Anywho!! The basic plot for this AU is, of course, continuing where TFone left off! In specifics though, this all came from the simple idea of:

“What if Bee tried to fix the rift between Megs and Optimus during the war?”

With TFone giving Bee an actual relationship to D prior to the war, the idea he’d still try to fix things and mediate between them even as their situation devolves was a really appealing twist on the format to me.

So, the AU basically takes the war and history we know and interjects it with a “3rd party” mediation via Bee’s attempts as he kinda represents all the bots fighting regardless of the side. Finding bits of middle ground, compromise, rules of war, etc between the them even as it descends.

Starting from this testy alliance to defeat the Quintessons, to conflict and battles over land, resources, or control, until finally an all out civil war for rule over Cybertron.

It focuses heavily on the characters and their relationships with one another as the world caves in… and I’ll be bringing a fair good bit into this because character dynamics ;>

;D as for that middle question there… all I’m gonna say is trust me. I have agonized hours over those two scenes. Their deaths each mark a turning point in the war and are critical to story. Elita’s especially, but she gets alot of time in the spotlight before it and arguably one of the most important parts! She’s definitely become a favourite as I’ve been outlining and writing all this eheheh

Also there will be an alternate “happier” ending to this because even I’m coping LMAO

Also I do intend to make a masterpost! I didn’t expect the animatic to blow up so much and was unprepared for the popularity XD

I am currently writing the first 5 chapters for the fanfic that will accompany this and tell the bulk of the story. Once they’re done, it all goes live at once on AO3 to kick it off! Then I’ll pin the masterpost for everything with links/explanations ;]

I used Procreate for the art and LumaFusion Video Editor for the production of it! Was around 5~ months of work whenever I had the time to squeeze it in!

Thank you so much for your interest and reaching out ;Dc!!! Really makes me excited other people loved my nonsense as much as I adored making it!!!

I hope this answered your questions and feel free to ask if you or anyone else for that matter has any!! I love yapping about this nonsense Ehe

[booksooks]

𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 2

Author's Note: Hi friends, second part up on time? What? Who am I, god? Anyway, it's Toga's debut in today's piece, I hope you enjoy :)

Contents: College!AU, all characters depicted are STRICTLY 18+, no use of "Y/N"/any other variants, and possibly wildly ooc characters. I apologize for this. Light swearing.

Word Count: 2046

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

Waking up the next morning wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be. Gentle sunlight streamed in through your windows, and all was quiet. It definitely wasn’t normal for your expectations of college, last year your roommate had insisted on blaring all sorts of TV shows and movies or music at any hour she pleased. You hadn’t minded, since whenever you were actually studying she had put earbuds in, but the silence was certainly a new sensation.

You took your time getting up, as your first class was only at 11am, which gave you ample time to wake up and rub the sleep from your eyes, and maybe hang out for a bit on your phone before taking a shower, and doing your makeup. You then arranged your hair the way you liked, poking at a strand that just wouldn’t lay right until you gave up, leaving at 10:30 to get to the building on time. Things were actually going really well, considering.

You got to class entirely too early, and resigned yourself to sitting on the floor in front of the doors as you waited for the professor or other students to show up. You weren’t alone for long, however, as a bubbly looking girl in as much pink as she could have had on skipped up. Her ashy blonde hair was tied up in two messy moon buns, and she had the cheeriest look on her face.

“Hi!” She crowed, waving at you on the floor. “Is this oceanography? Room 231? I’m Himiko Toga, by the way, nice to meet you! You can call me Toga.”

You looked up at her and waved back. “Yeah, I think so. At the very least it’s room 231.”

“Cool!” She brightened. “I’m a freshman, so I’m still learning my way around. This campus is so big! Especially compared to my highschool, which was only one building. I was afraid I’d be late.”

Toga continues chattering for a few minutes, putting her backpack (also pink), down on the ground to give her shoulders a rest as she talks about how she was supposed to dorm, how she had several friends here which was a major reason as to why she even chose this school, and how excited she was to make new friends, and would you be hers?

You couldn’t help but get caught up in her infectious positivity, and before long you were yapping along with her, of course you’d be her friend. And then it wasn’t long until the professor, an older woman with graying hair who walked slowly and talked with the same cadence, shuffled up to the doors and asked you and Toga to open them as she dragged a cart behind her on a dolly. The three of you settled into the room, the professor making small talk with Toga about her experience with college so far and the first few introductory days as a freshman. You were setting up your computer, so completely focused on trying to get the damn wifi to work, that you didn’t notice when the door opened and someone slipped in. But Toga definitely noticed, and she squealed, making your head jerk up.

“Tomura! I can’t believe you’re in the same class as me, already! This is gonna be so fun!” Toga nearly climbed over the tables to get to the man, wrapping her arms around his torso affectionately.

Shigaraki, to his credit, didn’t brush her off immediately, and even wiggled one of his arms free to awkwardly give her a side hug back. She let go as soon as he started trying to pry himself free.

“Hi, Toga,” Shigaraki greeted, much more quietly than Toga had. It was then that he had noticed you, and he gave you a few quick glances before looking away, moving further into the room to sit next to Toga. He gave the professor a quick nod and introduced himself before setting up his own computer, tuning Toga out as she shook your shoulder lightly.

“This is one of the friends I was talking about! His name is Shigaraki Tomura, but I call him Tomura because we’re besties,” she explained excitedly, and you didn’t really have the heart to tell her that you two had already met. Before you could say anything, however, Shigaraki spoke up in that soft, raspy tone of his.

“We met yesterday.”

Toga gasped excitedly, clapping as she smiled brightly. “Ohmygod, really? Ooh that’s so exciting! Now I have two besties in the same class, we can study together!”

Shigaraki glanced at you then, shrugging before turning back to his computer screen. The professor had been setting things up this entire time, and there was a powerpoint on the screen about plate tectonics. Several other students you didn’t know had also been steadily filtering in, taking up most of the seats around your little trio.

“Sure,” you told Toga, motioning for her to sit down. Class would be starting soon, it was 10:58. “I don’t mind if Shigaraki doesn’t.”

“I don’t,” he said quietly, and Toga took that as her signal to whip out her phone and make a group chat, already texting emojis in it with speed. “Put your phone away,” he muttered, pulling out his own phone to clear the now 10 notifications from the group chat. You sighed and finally got connected to the wifi, just as the last student came in sheepishly and sat down in the front of class, and the professor started introducing herself before roll call.

50 minutes later, and some very confusing instructions and explanations from the professor later, you were dismissed for the campus’s common hour.

“Let’s get lunch together!” Toga pleaded, already bouncing on her feet to get going as you and Shigaraki put your laptops away and stood up.

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed, following Toga out of the building. Shigaraki hadn’t said anything, but he followed you both out to the path without protest, so you took it as a sign that he was also down.

And so, the three of you made your merry way down to the commons, where there were several food chains open, along with… almost every other member of school. It was crowded and hot and loud, and you winced, almost losing sight of Toga as she dragged you along like she knew the place like the back of her hand. Which, was weird the more that you thought about it, because wasn’t she a freshman?

Either way, you wished for earplugs or something, scrunching your shoulders up to avoid touching anyone and making yourself as small as possible. Toga didn’t seem to notice, despite looking over her shoulder several times, and you tried not to be too annoyed. She was probably just excited and hungry. Shigaraki, however, did notice, and he held his sweater-clad elbow out for you to hold onto wordlessly. You take it gratefully, fingers curling into the soft fabric and trying to ignore how fucking solid he felt underneath, despite his lanky build. God you were touch starved.

You swallowed heavily and let Shigaraki somewhat bulldoze his way through the crowd. He was pretty tall and in his all black outfit he was more than a little intimidating, so people got out of his way like you were both surrounded by an invisible, protective bubble. You clung onto him tightly, incredibly grateful that people were less inclined to bump into you or push past you now that you were hanging off of Shigaraki’s arm.

Eventually, you finally caught up to Toga, who had somehow already bought herself a serving of sushi and a strawberry Fanta (sidenote, who actually liked those things? You had tried one during your freshman year and were barely able to finish the damn thing). She beamed up at the two of you, and was about to say something when she saw you hanging off of the crook of Shigaraki’s arm, and you let go like he had burnt you. Toga’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, and then she was moving on.

“I’m gonna go find us a place to sit!” She chirped, leaving you and Shigaraki behind, again.

You sighed and motioned for him to go ahead of you, which he took, also getting a container of sushi, and a monster, before checking out. You thought he was going to leave you behind to fend for yourself, but he stopped just outside the little cafe, waiting. You did your best to hide your smile as you acquired your own food and drink, paying for them and smiling at the cashier who looked like he would rather be anywhere but there at that very moment before you caught up with Shigaraki. He looked only a little less bothered when you stepped up next to him, and then once again he used his presence to clear a path to the little booth that Toga had claimed.

“How the hell did you snag this?” You asked, sitting next to her, as Shigaraki slid into the seat across from you. “These are normally never empty at this time.”

Toga smiled at you as she broke open the flimsy wooden chopsticks, and Shigaraki did the same. “Some people were leaving just as I got here,” she explained, bringing a piece of sushi to her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. “And so I just sat down and threatened to stab anyone who asked if they could also sit here!”

You blinked at her incredulously, and Toga continued eating as if she hadn’t just told you she tossed around threats like she was talking about the weather.

“Is that normal?” You asked Shigaraki. He nodded, unperturbed, and shoved two pieces of sushi into his mouth. You gaped, blinked, and then decided if someone who’d known her since at least highschool said it was fine, it must be fine. Relatively.

The rest of your lunch is completed with more chatter from Toga, with you and Shigaraki occasionally giving input or asking her questions. The time flies, and soon you were all nursing your drinks, a neat pile of trash to be thrown out when you leave at the edge of the table. Toga is talking excitedly to Shigaraki about a game he’s… making? Playing? You had stopped paying attention after a while, letting the two friends catch up as your social battery depleted. You checked your phone, for a lack of anything better to do, and jolted when you looked at the time.

“Holy shit, it’s 1:50, I gotta go,” You exclaimed, cutting Toga off mid-sentence. The panic in your voice was unmistakable as you hastily shoved your phone into your back pocket, the screen dimming abruptly. You slung your backpack over one shoulder, the straps digging into your skin as you scrambled to gather your things, and with one last glance at Shigaraki and Toga, you snatched up the crumpled pile of trash from the table. Your movements were sharp and erratic as you waved absentmindedly at them, making a beeline for the door. You sighed and hurried your pace, mentally mapping out how to get to the library from where you were.

Just as you were about to push through the exit, Toga’s voice rang out, slicing through the clamor of the hallway: “Text us!” Her tone was light-hearted, but there was a pleading tone to her words that made it clear she already wanted to keep in touch with you. You threw another quick, half-hearted wave over your shoulder, barely registering her shout as you broke into a light jog. Unfortunately, people didn't get out of your way like they did with Shigaraki, and you were forced to dodge and weave until you got outside and were able to move around people more freely.

You’re not early, or even on time, by any means, but then again neither is the professor apparently, as he walks in 5 minutes late.

It’s not until hours later, when you’re back in your dorm, relaxing on your bed when you realize that you never texted Toga back. You quickly ran to your messages, and typed something out.

You smiled to yourself and put your phone away, getting ready for bed. Friday could not come soon enough.

End Notes: I hope you enjoyed :) Please let me know if you have any thoughts or comments, I'd love to hear them!

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[chock-and-bates]

not an ask but i just want to say that i love your works so much. for reading fanfics, i have a rule of not reading something unless its already completed (can u tell ive been traumatized by unfinished fics in the past 😹) but when i saw (i love you) its ruining my life i JUST HAD TO READ IT IMMEDIATELY!! the synopsis intrigued me so much and the first chapter got me so hooked. another reason why i dont read ongoing fics is bc im impatient but on god that fic of yours was truly worth the wait!! whenever you update i literally stop whatever im doing just to read it,,, i was actually a little sad when it was completed but also very happy and satisfied with how it ended. now im waiting for sparks fly and i know this will be worth it again <3 i cant tell you how many times ive reread gour completed works already bc u might think im insane /jk. but i can tell you that they have lifted my mood up a lot of times esp the past few weeks that ferrari has fucked me up so much. also REALLLYYYYY looking forward to roar of the fire bc it like ticked all the boxes for everything i enjoy in a 1633 fic (esp possesive max 😞🤍). i think about roar of the fire probably an unhealthy amount of time SKFHRKDHDJSJSK it got me checking your blog every few hours just to see if you have shared another snippet. i check it first thing when i wake up like its the morning newspaper and also before i go to sleep,, 😭. anyway im sorry ive yapped too much already i really just wanted to say that i love and appreciate your works <3 i hope you only have great days ahead and im rooting for you always :))

oh honey, i am literally rolling around and giggling and kicking my feet all because of this ask!

i’m going to screenshot it and keep it forever, this is so sweet 🥹 truly means the world to me to know that someone likes my writing.

thank you so much for your kind words about my fics! especially (i love you) it’s ruining my life. just today i had an epiphany about a possible sequel for that story, so this feels like a sign for me to write it ❤️

please feel free to come yap in my inbox anytime, this was amazing!!

thank you again for being so lovely 🥰

[celestie0]

idk if this is weird but I genuinely don’t get how you doubt your writing ability sometimes.. like the way you write gojo or any other characters I literally look for that VERISON of them in other fics? Does that make sense? Like whenever I try and find a gojo x reader I try and look for something as good as yours? ( if I’m being honest not most of them suffice) if this is a weird ask just delete it pls

first of all thank you so very much for your ask i appreciate it a lot :'') and i'm flattered to hear that as well! also it's not a weird ask hahah it's a little interesting to hear as the author because i think most authors can relate to always feeling like their works aren't as good as the author next to them but i've definitely felt this way about certain fics/books as a reader so i can see it from that angle

to candidly answer, i think my feelings of inadequacy regarding my fics is largely centered around my social anxiety??? i used to have REALLY bad social anxiety growing up (like, i would literally break down crying in front of the whole class anytime i had to present a group project or participate in class etc...it was bad...i got sent to the guidance counselor many times...0/10 very traumatizing experiences...)

i've since grown a LOT, both from therapy and also forcing myself into uncomfortable situations (exposure therapy ftw), and i'm like way better functioning now lol like i've worked in clinics/hospitals n i'm in med school now and i wouldn't have been able to accomplish any of this if i didn't get over a substantial amount of my anxiety. i still have anxiety "flare ups" if you will but they usually pass pretty quickly

but i think the reason why writing makes me so anxious and kinda brings back that part of me that is socially anxious is because it's such a painfully...vulnerable hobby? like, i've never considered myself to be any sort of great author, since day one of posting kickoff. i don't have any great talent for sophisticated prose, my vocabulary is subpar, and i'm pretty sure i break a lot of conventional grammar rules all the time lol (i'm truly not trying to be self deprecating here, it's just kind of an objective analysis? i think i've grown a lot as an author too) but anyways, so when i tried to kinda come up w my own writing style n see how i can still make my stories interesting...i kinda settled around a writing style that had pretty simple diction but was just...really personal and detailed and hit really close to home for my own personal experiences. it may be corny to say but like i genuinely put in a lot of myself into my stories, my characters, etc. every contrived detail or niche personality trait or random incident or character dilemma is most likely something you could trace back to my personal life lol

but because of that, and i guess because my social anxiety was always centered around the fundamental belief that people are judging me for no reason, i think the added vulnerability of the writing really makes it hard for me. i have lots of negative thoughts about my writing when i'm working on chapters for that reason, because my fics are representations of me, that if someone doesn't like my fic, then it means they don't like me. lol.

now i knowwwwwww it's all in my head bahahah. and like eventually once i get over The Thoughts i'm like bitch it aint that deep, there are readers who love you, and even if someone doesn't like your work who gives a fuck just post it anyway. and then i get to post the chapter. but like...in the interim when i'm working on chapters, i'd say those thoughts get in the way of me churning stuff out faster. like i can literally write 3k words in an hour hahaha n i don't really need to edit my first drafts very much. and while i don't have MUCH free time, i definitely have maybe 3-4 hours a week where i can write. but because the negative thoughts kinda weigh down my motivation, there ends up being delays.

i am so sorry that this is so long, and is such a yap. i just felt like being vulnerable for a moment (something i'm working on)

but truly anon thank you so much. like if it weren't for readers like you who appreciate my works i deadass would've quit a long time ago hahah my brain is ok at convincing me sometimes that my works are worthy of sharing, but it's really reminding myself i have such sweet readers who look forward to my works that gives me the final push i need to press post. hope you have a lovely day <3

[crystallizsch]

okay hi so im messing around with this tumblr blog stats website again and i’m so mesmerized by the graphs and i'm really surprised about which posts get notes and the amount they have ;;;

(weirdly sentimental and rambly tonight so feel free to ignore btc fdsskj)

ngl i dont pay attention to how my posts are doing after i post them (i just forget about them 💔 and i only notice whenever i see them in my activity and i check people's tags or comments) so sometimes it comes as a surprise whenever i see some posts have notes that are in the hundreds?????? at least a thousand maybe????

scary.... but also thank you 🥹 i'm just Out Here ;;;

i started this blog thinking that it’s strictly for twst art that i was always just felt shy about posting rambles like this or reblogging things or talking about Anything Else that isn't twst. several hundreds of posts + reblogs later i think i just slowly stopped caring and decided that i'm just gonna post/rb whatever i feel like--

this blog is slowly turning from just me only throwing art out there into me making it into some kind of journal??? if that's the right descriptor for it???

anyways all this to say it's just because i also have been seeing more followers lately 😭 so hiiiii if you're reading this <3333

i feel like i've mentioned this before in one of my older posts, i think it's some sort of impostor syndrome i'm feeling again. i can't believe that there's people out there that are "fans"??? people who perceive me and i know absolutely nothing about them or i only see them as someone who consistently likes my posts. it's a weird feeling being considered a big blog (especially since i never mentioned anywhere the amount of followers i have; honestly even the mention or acknowledgment of having an amount of followers is making me feel all sorts of fhdslfhlsdjfksldkj).

even though i know there's no point in me thinking about this, but it does make me wonder what made people follow me considering the absolute mess variety of posts that i do (to most mutuals/friends reading this, i already know why you're here, and some of you are very obvious so shush /lh /j). and sometimes there's no indicator other than the people who spam like/rb a series of posts before/after deciding to follow.

like. I do yume art, i do jamil art (which i consider a separate entity from my yume art), i also do just unhinged rambling about twst in general. and i've started to occasionally reblog stuff. i don't know if i'm forgetting something else-

to clarify, i'm not being ungrateful 😭😭😭 it actually makes me happy to know that i'm making an impact to someone even just a little. it's a weird mix of feeling pressure and pleasure from it. if that makes sense 💦

so sometimes i feel like a terrible person for putting boundaries because i don't come on here as a "content creator" or whatever but just another person who does things on a whim, sharing their dolls and little drawings and yapping to anyone who is interested to listen.

LMAO i don't know how to properly end this train of thought i just needed to yap 😭

thanks for reading whatever this is if you've made it this far 😭🫶

[johnny-but-emo]

I was asked to talk about fugo for this ask game!

How I feel about this character

wouldn’t it be funny if I said I didn’t like her. Fugo is one of my all time favorites in the series. I find her very relatable, and she’s a good pick for anyone who likes headcanoning characters a ton because of how little info we’re actually given in canon.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Fugio is my go-to ship with fugo. I’m mainly drawn to it because their dynamic kind of lends itself to the toxic yaoi feel and that’s my favorite type of yaoi. I’m also a fan of how they fit the opposites attract trope. I would elaborate more but whenever I think about them for too long my thoughts turn into tv static. If you want a better idea of what they’re like to me listen to Icicles by The Scary Jokes. Anyways, I’ve never mentioned it ever, but I also like futrish. I think they’d’ve gotten along if they had the chance to get to know eachother better. Also because yuri is epic. Fugonara is another good one, and I don’t personally ship it, but I can see why someone else would.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

For this one, it’s a really hard choice since there’s a lot of fascinating relationships, but I think I’d have to go with Fugo and Bucciarati. Their relationship is interesting to me in ways that I don’t think I’m smart enough to elaborate on, but yeah. There’s a fic that I read somewhere that portrays it perfectly, so if I remember what it is, I’ll make sure to add it later.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Unfortunately, I’m still completely oblivious to the popularity of things, so I’m just gonna yap about my regular opinion. I think that hcing Fugo as trans fits with her backstory really well. I’ve talked about it here and here before, but basically I think it works because she was raised to be a prodigy child and didn’t really have the chance to learn about or express who she wanted to be as a person.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon I really really wish we got more info about her in general. She doesnt have a canon birthday. She didn’t even have an actual full backstory until the anime came out. If I’m not mistaken, we have more info about la squadra than we do about Fugo. Please I’d be happy even knowing her favorite color

Anyways, that’s all! I love answering these types of things so always feel free to ask!