#but again thank youuu

[drunkchasind]

Devon, as seen by @kdval 📸 🖤

[dol-dee]

Cock Shamevery, Cock Tamedvery

Common Avery L: Calls Dee her "cute little wife" meanwhile Dee exclusively calls her "Avery"

[h2llish]

look at them they're so cute >_< i love them so much.

[nullians]

I was tagged by @celeryw -w- Thank you!!

shuffle your on repeat playlist and put the first ten songs

I'm Still Here (Treasure Planet) by John Rzeznik

Demons by Imagine Dragons (literally how?? orz)

Where Our Blue Is by Tatsuya Kitani

Samudrartha by HOYO-MiX

I See the Light (Tangled) by Mandy Moore, Zachary Levi

FAKEit by Sawano Hiroyuki, Laco

TALE FOR THE AGES (Dr Stone) by Tatsuya Kato

Walk By from Fate/Grand Order Camelot movie

TOMBI by Kvi Baba

More Than Words by Hitsujibungaku

tagging: @torchickentacos @icy-book @sipral have some optional fun! (and sorry if you don't like to play these, I'm just trying the waters out ;w;)

[mistmarigold]

What if Sunjae didn’t die that night Part 4 (lovely runner au)

[Read Part 1, 2, and 3 here.]

When you are in the spotlight, things have a way of getting out of control. So it came as no surprise to Sunjae when the rumour about his retirement was already out before his work meeting.

“It’s just a rumour, right? You don’t intend on actually quitting?”

Sunjae was asked by the director. Strangely enough, he was no longer sure about the retirement. And so, he remained silent. However, at his apathy, Inhyuk had stormed off.

Unbeknownst to Inhyuk, Sunjae’s fingers had been strumming against the table on an invisible tune and it didn’t go unnoticed. Thankfully, he was neither asked nor pressured about it but it gave him the leeway for the meeting to end without a resolution (once again).

Putting away his phone and the article that he was skimming through, he shuffled through his apartment looking for a pen and paper. It had been a long while since he wanted to write so he no longer kept these things in sight.

At last, he finally found a scrap of paper - a bill, no less - and grabbed a marker to quickly jot down words and phrases. Soon enough, the entire white of the paper was a mess of black scribbles that only made sense to him. He sighed and kept it away - neatly - to get back to it later and was about to head to the kitchen for some water when he realised his phone had been constantly buzzing.

He picked it up on Sol’s fourth message.

“It’s not true, right? Sunjae isn’t retiring, right?”

“I’m so sorry for texting you, I promised I wouldn’t, can you please just give me a hint?”

“This is the last message, I won’t bother you again. Is Sunjae doing okay?”

A small smile took over his face. Of course, she’d be concerned about him. At this point, he should stop being surprised - even if everything she does comes as a surprise to him.

It isn’t just that she cares for him, but more that it feels like an overdue acknowledgment that he never expected to receive. That the person who he has felt so unbelievably guilty towards, the person he has yearned for more than 15 years, is physically jn his orbit and that she cares for him enough to give him her sunflowers.

“He is doing okay, right?” Another message came through.

Sunjae wanted to respond properly but at the same time he didn’t want to be more involved in her life, lest he causes more harm to her. As much as Sol stirs up his soul, he didn’t want to impose on her life in any other capacity other than neighbour-turned-celebrity she knows him for. It was safer that way.

A pang of hurt went through him at the thought of never being able to meet Sol again but he felt at peace that she will be safe from him. After all, nothing would’ve happened to her if he had just woken her up at their stop that night.

Sunjae opened her message and sent a quick thumbs up reaction - nothing more, nothing less.

He didn’t want to be in her life, but he wished she’d remain in his. That she would text him again, and again, and again. He wanted to see all of her smiles - when she’s shy, when she’s truly happy, when she’s excited. But at the same time, he knew that with every instance between them, it would get harder and harder to let go of her. Staying away from Sol, it felt as if he was going against his nature. Almost as if the entire world had colluded to push him towards her and he was wasting his time trying to resist.

His gaze goes back to the scrap of paper he had been writing on, so he kept his phone aside and went back to it.

If he couldn’t say all the things he wanted to say to Sol as Sunjae, he would do it as Ryu Sunjae. Either way, she will know his words and he hoped that would be enough for him.

*

Later that night, Sunjae held up his end of the deal. He texted Sol a picture of her sunflowers - now preserved in a resin cover for a small notebook.

What he didn’t send was the small resin pendant with preserved sunflowers that had become part of his daily wardrobe, hidden to the world but he knew it was there, embodying Sol’s presence in his life for all the years that had gone by and yet to come.

—

Part 5 here.

[majorpatheticcas]

Thank youu!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

Without the words will be under the cut!

[nekropsii]

Was gonna wait for anon to come back to say this, bcos I'm shy, but eh. Fuck it.

I want to thank you for doing mituna right. He's a character very near to my heart because he reminds me of my grandpa who has a TBI, and it pisses me off SO much how he's infantilised in the fandom at large. So, thank you for your service 🫡

This is so sweet to hear, thank you!! This is high praise!! I'm very passionate about Mituna, in part because he gets done so dirty on the regular.

Fandoms are never going to be normal about minorities, sadly, but I'm happy to be a little pocket of sanity. I may not be perfect, but I'm definitely trying more than some people... Mituna's just a guy, and TBIs are something that real life people have. TBIs happen to not make people forget what sex is! Incredible! Groundbreaking Thought! Maybe disabled people are... People?! REVOLUTIONARY.

Hope you have a lovely day!!

[the-pobble-terrarium]

YOOO ty for letting me know omg!! I’m pretty alright with reposts as long as their not on a platform I use constantly (and w/ credit first) but I do usually prefer to be asked first. I left a comment on their post thanking them and saying to ask first next time :)!

ALSO THESE COMMENTS ON THE TIKTOK ARE HILARIOUS TIKTOKERS ARE SO?? DIRTYMINDED GOOD LORD 😭😭??? (covered names because I don’t wanna blast anyone directly)

THEY’RE LITERALLY JUST TOUCHING 💀 AT MOST PRISMO IS A LITTLE WEIRD ABOUT IT

[gremlin-boah]

YOUR VANDERMATTHEWS PLUSHIES ARE PEAK PERFECTION THEY LOOK FANTASTIC OMG

THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥰 I'm thinking of making john so they were complete. And they were handmade too! ( excuse my sewing skills hehe). There is this person on Pinterest, (I forgot the name😅) who had pattern for them! Theirs are much better than mine, if you search Arthur Morgan plush on pinterest it was the first pin, and you'll see their work too!

[selfdigestion]

do you like willry. do you like mpreg but as a thematic element to communicate internal gender dysphoria. do you like psychosexual cringefail situationships. do you like the idea of a man marrying into said situationship's family via his unassuming cousin. boy, then do i have the fic for you!

[strange0-0storm]

Yooooo!!! Just wanted to drop by and say hello! I love your pencil art! They're sooooo good! :D

HELLO‼️ WAAAH THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART AAAGHH

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[mashamorevvna]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

(@femmeharel) thank youuuuu to the both of youuuu 🥺🥺🥺

also *voice of a person who has only written five fics* damn, however will i ever be able to select five fics, just five of my beautiful children while leaving the rest out in the cold. (unserious way to say i dont have to sophie's choice my children, so might as well rank them instead)

babygirl numero 1: "it would not be i any longer (it would be we, it would be us)" stricly speaking, my worst stats-wise and the most niche but i love it so dearly. will never not plug my minthara de winter fic bc it is everything i would want to read: crazy psychosexual drama; gothic pastiche; unwell people making ill adivsed decisions. one day it might even be finished too!

babygirl numero 2: "you've a gift for hating (you should know, you're the expert)" the lion in winter-esque adversarial relationship between my two strongest character fixations for bg3, how could i not love it dearly. also extremely proud of the fact that i do, after months, still think the setup and the chemistry just work and are believable. hardest part of writing for non-existant pairs

babygirl numero 3: "I wish the hand of god would come and relieve me of this way" just really love how well i pulled the selene&isobel simmetry here. sincerely incredible result on my part

babygirl numero 4: "the world is not enough (but it's a wonderful place to start)" triangulation of desire: the fic. love it very dearly, it was my first fanfic after something like three years and it still holds up. very bataillean.

babygirl numero 5: "Appel du Vide" really proud of how i challenged myself at writing smut, which im not super interested into and not very good at it besides, and to do it as fucked up as i wanted. incredibly offputting sex, love it tremendously

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

so, starting today off a bit early and scheduling this post bc I'll be at work all night and then I'll sleep until afternoon lol

this time really a tease, a really short snippet of the phone sex fic, I hope to finish it soon!!

prev snippet

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“Fuck, baby.” Eddie forces himself to whisper, phone back by his ear. “You look so beautiful, so pretty.” he pants, and earns another desperate moan. He thinks Buck’s waited long enough. “You’re being so, so good. Doing exactly as you’re told.” he grunts, flicking his wrist just right. “You’ve waited so patiently. So proud of you, baby.” he adds, reveling in the sounds of pleasure pouring out of Buck. “I think you earned to touch your dick.”

“Yes, yes, fuck, fucking finally-” Buck cries out, relief audible. Then, Eddie gets another delicious picture, Buck’s hand now on his dick, but his asshole empty and red, looking desperate to be filled again. “I wanna- Can I- move, uh- stroke myself?”

“Oh, baby, I thought that was implied.” Eddie chuckles lightly. “Yeah, make yourself feel good, Buck, slide your hand over that big, pretty cock. Wish I could do that for you, touch you, taste you-” he groans into his pillow again. “Would you like that? Do you want me to blow you? Have me on my knees for you, making you feel so good?” when all Eddie hears is more moaning in response, he adds, “Answer me, baby.”

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[b33-fus]

CELEBRATION WOOO

Heres to 400 subs on youtube!! Thank you hehehehehehe

Allssooooo, ConnectedTogether is finally on spotify!!

[tactician]

seeing people's (happily) perplexed reactions to the wg update is so funnyklfdgdfh LIKE i swear i never once planned to drop it but i definitely understand why people thought i did bc 4 years is a LONG TIME and I'M SORRYYY about that

but i'm very happy that people out there still care about it enough to want to catch up / re-read it ;v;

[angelmichelangelo]

hi hi!! love your writing sm!! and i was wondering if you had any fic idea between 2012 leo and mikey! i feel like their bond as oldest and youngest brothers is really sweet 🥺

thank you! hope you enjoy, thanks for the prompt! :)

x

Mutagenic goo rains down from the dark sky in thick splatters. Leo’s breath is ice cold in his chest as he takes desperate heaves to swallow it down. 

The remains of the Mega Shredder lay still across the long stretch of road, unmoving and in pieces, there’s a faint trill rattling around in Leo’s head. 

He lifts himself up off the floor. His limbs feel like lead.

He makes a disjointed reach for one of his katana’s. There’s a lone nunchuck laying beside it.

Where’s Mikey? His heart slams into his chest in a second. Where’s—

Donnie and Raph have appeared in front of him. How they managed to reach him in such succession, he neither asks or cares. They look furious. 

“You took him with you,” Raph seethes. His sai’s wink at him where he’s got them in tight grasps at his sides. “You took our little brother with you on your suicide mission.”

Leo tries to speak — tries to defend himself that Mikey insisted he come with! But words fail him, sticking in the bottom of his gut, he tries to twist away to catch a glimpse of his youngest brother but Donnie is catching his wrist with his hand and forcing him towards him.

“It’s your fault!” He more or less growls at him, like a wounded animal. His entire face knits itself together with unbridled anger. “It’s all your fault!”

Leo’s chest grows tight. His legs seem to be buckling from beneath him, certain that the only thing keeping him upright is Don’s iron grip on his arm still.

“What will you tell Splinter?” Raph spits. When Leo looks towards him there’s a wet, glossy sheen clouding dark, fierce green eyes. “How will you tell him about what you’ve done?”

Leo chokes on the words that won’t come, replaced with hot, burning bile instead that’s creeping up his throat, he whines instead and then —

A scream. Loud and shrill and all three brothers are turning so fast they all nearly lose balance, and it’s April, crouched over a familiar, unmoving shape and…

“Don’t look.” Casey is here too now. He looks… haunted. “It’s not good.” 

Leo tries to scream. But nothing comes. His throat is raw and burning, but no noise is able to escape him.

Leo wakes with a start, his heart crawling back down his chest again, he feels it pounding across the inside of his plastron. 

His palms are slick with sweat as he rips his blanket off his legs, swinging them over the bed he steadies him as he stands.

It… it was just a nightmare.

The dark corners of his room slowly come more into focus as his eyes adjust to the night. He quickly regains himself by pointing out the details that he knows:

His Space Heroes poster that’s tacked up on the far wall, a little creased and torn after finding it in the middle of an old, outdated magazine. 

The old martial arts book that Splinter gifted him long ago; the spine cracked from overuse and the bookmark that’s wedged two thirds of the way in.

This is his room. His eyes slide towards his nightstand where his lamp stands. Flicking it to life, a small explosion of orange hue lights up his corner of the room, illuminating the framed photo that stands there beside it.

He swallows thickly.

It’s an old photo, taken when they were maybe around twelve years old, growing into themselves still evident in the bulk of their shells and the muscle lean, Mikey takes up most of the frame with his wide, toothy smile and bright eyes and Leo feels his chest clinch.

His nightmare was exactly just that. Something sour tickles the back of his throat. But it had almost not just been a nightmare. Today it had very nearly become a reality.

The bitterness refuses to budge even when he swallows again, so he moves from his room towards the kitchen in refuge of water. He stops short when he notes the figure standing at the fridge before he can get there first. “Oh.” Mikey says shortly as he whips around. He doesn’t have his mask, instead pulled around his neck loosely, this way Leo can make out the purple rings that circle his brothers eyes. The tiredness that’s etched itself deep across his boyish face. “Busted,” he grins. “Oops.” Leo sighs, dragging a hand down his face like it might rid him of his own exhaustion, he only manages a small, weak huff of a laugh. “Yeah.” He says. He moves closer, Mikey making way for him as he reaches for a bottle of water. “Why you up so late?” Mikey holds up the bag of shredded cheese in his grasp before reaching in with the other hand, bringing out a handful, he grins at him. “You won’t tell dad, will you? That I’m making a midnight snack out of his stash.” Leo snorts. “He always finds out,” he says plainly. “He has the nose for it.” He pauses. “Literally.” Mikey shrugs, having weighed up the consequences already it appeared, he tips his head back, opens his mouth and sprinkles in the cheese. Leo watches him as he unscrews the cap off his bottle. “You know cheese before bed is bad for you,” he tells his brother warningly. His own nightmare ebbs around the corners of his mind. He takes a swig of cold water like it might just wash it away entirely. Mikey hums. “Yeah.” He sets the bag down on the counter. “Couldn’t sleep anyways.” He says it like it’s so normal. He says it in a way that has Leo’s gut growing hot and cold at the same time so he puts his drink down and sucks in a breath. “Yeah, me neither,” he tells him. Two days ago, Leo truly thought he’d lost his little brother. Two days ago he’d watched a monster devour his sibling, tossing him down his gullet without care. Two days ago he’d felt a grief and rage burn so hot inside him, he could feel the after effects of it healing within him. He isn’t so sure how Mikey is here, standing before him entirely unscathed after that entire ordeal, but he isn’t going to dispute it. Still. Guilt is eating away at him like a growing parasite. He shifts from foot to foot and Mikey gives him a sideways glance because he’s always the first to notice when something is up with one of his brothers. “I need to apologize,” Leo blurts before Mikey has a chance to talk. He averts his gaze, ashamedly, staring at the bottom of the fridge instead. “For the other day.” There’s the rustle of the cheese bag where Mikey’s got it in his hold again, fingers dipping in for seconds. “Apologize?” He questions. “For what?” Hurt bubbles up in Leo’s chest like an ugly blister. He closes his eyes but all he can picture is his father’s horrified face when Leo tells him what happened. How he… how he almost got Mikey killed. “I should never have put you in danger like that. The other day, at Shredder’s lair.” His throat bobs. There’s still that awful taste lingering there. Regret, Leo thinks it might be. Regret and shame. “It was a really stupid thing to do.” “Put me in danger?” Mikey says after a beat, voice catching onto an airy laugh. Little bits of shredded cheese fall around at his feet as he waves his hand about. “Leo. I chose to go with you. You didn’t make me – if anything I’m the one who should be saying sorry.” Leo’s quick to shake his head at that notion. No. He thinks sourly. This was never his fault. Mikey sets the cheese back down again, this time to reach over and land a hand on Leo’s shoulder. 

He looks up to face him. Baby blues blink up at him. He’s still a little taller than Mikey but as he stands here in the dull light of the fridge bulb, he notes how much more he’s filled out in the past months. The shape of his arms no longer distinguished by stubborn baby fat. The way his shell seems to fit him a little more snug now (with still some space to grow because he’s always going to be the runt, but Leo would never admit that outloud to him.) This brother right here resembles nothing to the picture he has in his bedroom. He’s not a kid anymore.

“I’m okay,” he tells him, voice low and gentle. “I survived and so did you and yeah it was a little reckless what we did, but when are we never not stupid?” Leo laughs, something wet and wobbly sounding in his chest. He draws back a shaky breath. “Dude. I get it. You’re my big brother, you guys are always gonna worry about me. Nothing is gonna change that, not in this lifetime anyway.” He smiles, all soft around the edges and knowing. “But I can handle myself. If I’m doing stupid shit like getting eaten by Mega Shredder’s it’s because I did it all by myself. Not because of whatever mistakes you think you’ve made.” Leo’s heart squeezes around itself. “But–” Mikey shakes his head back at him, cutting him off swiftly. “Nuh uh.” He moves only to put the bag back in the fridge, closing it, the room quickly fills with darkness. It’s a familiar comfort. “We’re done here. So you can either go back to bed and sulk about it or…” his mouth curves upwards into a slight grin. “Or we can totally watch the Space Hero’s made for TV movie with the subtitles on until one of us falls asleep.” He gives Leo a pointed look. “Your choice, bro.” And truth be told, Leo doesn’t like sulking all that much. Not when he’s doing it alone, that is. So he follows his brother into the pit where there’s already an array of blankets and Mikey’s found the VHS tape in mere minutes, sniffing it out like a bloodhound and they watch their movie on mute as Mikey grows heavy against him, eyes drooping shut, Leo doesn’t nudge him awake or remind him he needs his eyes open to watch the subtitles. Mikey might be right. He’s old enough to make his own choices, whether they’re good or bad. It was just part of growing up; Leo knows he’s had his fair share of bad decisions in his lifetime already. His little brother wasn’t a baby anymore. He was a fully fledged ninja – he’d proven that time and time again and yet–

Leo carefully reaches over his sleeping sibling to drape one of the discarded blankets over his form. Mikey doesn’t stir and Leo feels his heart pinch. And yet. He was always going to be his littlest brother still. No matter how big and brave he got – that was one thing remaining unchanging.