#but tysm for the ask!!

[neztchi]

Have you considered drawing shrimpy as different types of shirmps? Like say a Mantis Shrimp? Or the savannahclaw lads just staring shrimpy down like "snack???? Friend???? Hmm....!"

((I'm gunna be 100% honest with y'all- I have only seen a real shrimp like twice in my life and have been drawing shrimpy MC from memory of that 😭😭😭))

BUT I did look up some shrimp! I honestly had no idea there were that many kinds :0 I think I do kinda like the pink shrimp tho, it's close to how I vaguely remembered a shrimp to look like lmao

The poor MC surrounded by the Savanaclaw gang must be so anxious tho haha

Better hope seafood isn't their fave for shrimpy's sake!

[stop-ur-losing-me]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! 💜

alr let's do this again

the first ever taylor swift song that i heard was love story

i once lied to someone by telling them i had all the pjo books js to impress them. a year later i got all the pjo books for xmas. i started thinking i was psychic (i am not)

i don't like invisible string by taylor swift (hot take ik)

[fawntastic]

Can you give the highlights of the best you vs. your coworker battles :D?

tbh it's more me getting pissed off at every single thing she does because she's been working here for well over six months, doing 8 hours a day, 4-5 days a week, and still can't do shit. (personal whining under the cut)

But the most recent one was over cupcakes. In our cold cabinets, we keep stock for a max of a few days before binning it, however, as food service workers, when we make a new item (ie, decorated cupcakes), we have to put the newest ones to the front, and sell the older stuff first.

So, I watch her put like three different cupcake boxes right in the back of the cabinet. Not rotated at all. Now. I'm the most qualified one on that shift, so of course, that's gonna reflect poorly on my management, right?

So I call her up on it. And instead of going "yeah [deadname], sorry, I'll do it better next time." she tries to defend her obvious laziness by going "I wanted the ones with the flower decorations at the front" and said it like I was being a cunt for calling her out. Like you have been working here. for six months. you were trained in decorating. YOU KNOW TO PUT OLD STOCK TO THE BACK WHY ARE YOU NOT DOING IT. and I KNOW it's laziness. because this happens all the time and she does it when she thinks we're not looking.

probably not as explosive as I make out but it's all little things like this that just build and build lmao. I'm not paid to manage so it makes shit like this even more frustrating.

[lilmisswhyso]

🎸 + not yet / love run

(send me 🎸 + a tad song for a short playlist inspired by the lyrics/themes/production of that song!!)

ohhh omg, not yet / love run my beloved ❤

The Graveyard Near The House by The Airborne Toxic Event

Your Hand In Mine by Explosions In The Sky

Day I Die by The National

Running For So Long (House A Home) from The Peanut Butter Falcon

Soap by The Oh Hellos

[adrift-in-thyme]

I have been offline most of the day today so I am waltzing in entirely too late to all the wip game stuff and I think you've answered most of them so this is permission to talk about any that may not have been talked about if you want and also gonna say that OoT sneaks in to save Zelda sounds just delightful

Aaah thank you!! It’s a little thing but I hope to turns out well! I’m hoping to have it finished and published tomorrow! Writing adorkable Zelink is my favorite thing in the world, especially when it’s OoT. They deserve the world 🥹

[barnespls]

Would love to see vamp Daniel covered in blood !!!!!

Messy fledgling! 😩

[vrsmnya]

hiccup and snotlout brothers energy

i went a bit all out for this one but i love the prompt sm THEY ARE SO SIBLING CODED

shout out to @jacks-ace for the inspiration for this

(sorry y’all im super tired today ill be continuing the asks tomorrow 😭❤️)

[chloesimaginationthings]

i am not a very serious person

You know I feel like Michael Afton would be unphased being in the backrooms

[batbabydamian]

i saw your username in the corner of my eye and thought it said “fatbabydamian”.

THIS MADE ME BURST OUT LAUGHING 😭 i dedicated a csp file called fatbabydamian bc of you ty

[mysterycitrus]

I just love your Tim drake as it's just practically getting jumpscared everytime and I just love that

Also can we talk about the wonder twinnss and the FIC!

tysm !! i will go into heavy detail about the scientific sliding scale of jumpscares between the wonder twins and timmy drake

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

hiii!!! maybe a request for reader getting a teeenny bit jealous about all the fans katsuki has after the war… then them realising he has a gf that he lovess way too much to be interested in them :3 <33

hii !! omg you did yo BIG TING with this ask cus i was LITERALLY thinking about writing something about this, im glad you got me to do it tho !! hope yall enjoy :33

it's stupid, it's so stupid. really, it is.

but fuck, you can't help it.

the new first years were definitely endearing and excited to be starting the new year and meeting their seniors who saved the world. hell, you'd even gotten approached by some first years who claimed to be fans of yours. the interactions had given you a slight skip in your step, feeling just a bit giddy. but that giddiness immediately died down when you saw a swarm, a sea of squealing girls chasing after and clinging onto your boyfriend.

epmhasis on your. boyfriend. needless to say you quickly forgot all about your earlier giddiness.

of course, you trusted your katsuki more than anyone. and you knew he wouldn't do anything with any of these girls. it was silly to feel this way, but you just couldn't help feeling a smidge..just a smidge jealous.

your trusted class rep managed to fight off the swarm of freshmen, who were at least extremely apologetic, but your sour mood didn't wash away. not to mention you hearing izuku and the grape head bastard mineta talking about how your katsuki, your boyfriend, could possibly be flustered by the female attention he was getting did not help at all. you'll make sure to apologise to izuku later for the daggers you know he felt you glaring at the back of his head.

later though. and nothing for grape head.

you’re in your dorm room a few hours later, when there’s loud knocking at your door. you jump slightly at the sound, but you only know one person who knocks like this, and lo and behold, there stands your boyfriend when you open the door, looking rather displeased.

he cuts you off before you can get a word in, looking at you strangely “what the fuck are you doing ?”

your brows furrow in confusion “..what do you mean ?” katsuki rolls his eyes at you, shoving past you slightly so he can walk in and make himself comfy on your bed. “katsuki !” you complain.

he only offers you a grunt in response, settling onto your sheets “you’ve been avoiding me.” he states simply. your eyes widen as you splutter.

“wha—no i haven’t !”

“yeah, you have.” he sasses. “you barely even glanced at me all day.” he exhales through his nostrils, squinting at you “look, whatever’s got you pissy let’s just..fuckin’ talk about it okay ? don’t want whatever this is” he says, waving his hands around, repeating the words you often told him before.

his voice is still slightly gruff from having just been to the hospital recently. you appreciate his efforts to be more communicative and talk about your issues with him. it warms your heart but breaks it at the same time seeing as he though you were ignoring him without having realized it.

you sigh, getting closer until you’re plopping down into bed next to him. he raises a brow, arms crossed as he waits for you to speak.

“it’s nothing you did. in fact, it’s probably all me..” you mumble the last of your sentence, pouting a bit, you look away “‘m sorry if it seemed like i was ignoring you. i was— i’m just thinking weird things.”

you see him appear in your field of vision as he’d scooted himself closer to see you, for you to see him. “what weird things ?” his voice is slight calm, slight tremble in it from the softness of it. god, you feel stupid.

“i saw you today..”

“okay..? i saw you too.” you scoff, shaking your head. he huffs a slight laugh, nudging your hand with his “c’mon,” he urges.

“i-i saw those first years hanging all over you and i got jealous, okay !” you blurt out. you see his eyes widen as he registers your outburst for a millisecond, you refuse to look at him any longer, that was just too embarrassing. “i know you wouldn’t do something like cheating on me or something but—” you cut yourself off with a groan, huffing to yourself at the memory of the girls trying to get all over your man and asking him for autographs. you swore you heard someone ask for his number too.

you hear katsuki scoff from next to you “yeah, yeah i know, it’s hilarious.” you mutter bitterly, your tirade is cut off by your boyfriend grabbing your shoulders and pressing his lips to yours. the kiss catches you by surprise and you can barely squeal before he’s already deepening it, pushing you onto your pillows. you can’t really remember the last time you got to kiss him like this, and so you let yourself enjoy it. slowly wrapping your arms around shoulders and sighing happily.

the need for air forces you both to pull away, but even while catching his breath katsuki still presses two more kisses onto your lips, pressing his forehead to yours. it’s a habit he has every time he kisses you a little too intensely, it makes your heart beat so hard you’re afraid it’ll fly out of your chest and fly away.

“you’re..the cutest fucking moron i’ve ever met.” he says in between gasps, smirking down at you. you manage to pout up at him.

“mean.” you gasp, chest heaving. you turn your head away but he nudges it back with his own. bumping his head with yours. “hey,” he starts, voice considerably less breathy and softer.

“you’re it for me, you know that.” he utters sincerely. “don’t want no one else but you.”he runs his nose against your cheek, then slowly runs it against your neck, you have to hold back a shiver but he smirks wider at the goosebumps he can feel on your skin.

“those other girls are fucking nothin’. m’all yours.” he mutters, pink dusts his cheeks when he looks up at you seriously “and you’re fuckin’ mine, got me ? ‘ts just us two.”

your heart hammers against your chest, you can feel it in your ears. you can tell from his constant nervous cursing that he is embarrassed about telling you all this, if the blush on his cheeks didn’t already tell you that, but you know he means it. you know he’s trying to reassure you, to tell you that it’s just you and him and he doesn’t need anyone else. not now and not ever.

because he’s all yours, and you’re his.

you nod, because you do get him. “yeah ?” he utters quietly, lips almost pressed to yours fuly as he speaks. you nod again “yeah..” you whisper back. he hums, satisfied with your answer before suddenly pulling you with him so you lay on his chest, making you squeal in surprise .

“but shit, can’t believe you gave me the cold shoulder cus you were jealous..” he snickers. you poke at his hard chest, digging your head into his neck and you groan, he laughs harder. “worried some first year girl was gonna steal me away, huh baby ?”

“har, har, jerk.” you mumble grumpily. he sighs, his hands running up and down your sides to appease you. “ sorry for ignoring you..i was being stupid.”

“yeah you were, but that’s okay. you’re still mine.” he jests, squeezing your hips. you snort and roll your eyes, but tuck your head into his neck again to hide your giddy smile.

you were all his, and he was all yours.

[word-wytch]

I think there's something that needs to be said about encouraging readers to leave feedback.

For me it's not about "tell me my writing is amazing and stroke my ego"

It's more about "please engage with me so that I can experience your joy secondhand and foster a connection with you"

I understand that not everyone wants this in their reading experience, some people are shy and a million other reasons why maybe someone wouldn't want to engage and that's perfectly fine!

But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.

On encouraging reblogs —

I understand that not everyone is comfortable reblogging, especially explicit content. This is ok!

But just consider that the only reason you were able to enjoy a fic or fanart is because someone else shared it, and by not sharing it yourself you are potentially robbing someone else of the opportunity to enjoy it as much as you did.

As OPs our reach only goes so far and this website relies on reblogs in order for anything to truly get seen by a wider audience.

So that's really it! That's why I encourage these two things at the end of every story I post. Not because I'm trying to be demanding and "make people feel bad" if they don't do it.

I know most other social media sites encourage mindless content consumption and that's just the way of the world nowadays, but I am from a time when community was at the heart of fandom and I just don't want to lose that.

[stop-ur-losing-me]

when you get this ask you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then send this ask to 10 of ur favourite followers :)

ok completely random fav songs but:

two people by gracie abrams

dress by taylor swift

pretty isn't pretty by olivia rodrigo

she calls me back by noah kahan

opposite by sabrina carpenter

[museaway]

✨ love your fandom asks ✨ 

Saw the opposite of this floating around and thought the reverse might be fun.

list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)

something you see in fics a lot and love

something you see in art a lot and love

your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

compliment someone else in your fandom

your favorite type of fandom event (gift exchange, ship week, secret santa, prompt meme, etc)

the ship that always makes you smile

the character that always makes you smile

a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

the thing in canon that everyone loves and that you also love

a fandom tag that you track

your current fandom(s)

your very first fandom!

a fandom you're not active in anymore but that you still really like

the fandom friend you've known the longest

the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

how has fandom positively impacted your life?

a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

[fima11]

Haiii!! If you have time can you draw chenya I love your artstyle so much !!!

haii, tysm <3 👀

We love Chenya in this household. Please do respect this catboy.

Full under the cut.

[celestialship]

21 with ummm hancock? ^_^

21. “Hello”/“Welcome Home” kiss

Goodneighbor, for better or for worse, was always there to greet Megan once she got back in from the wasteland. Everyone knew the place wasn’t the best of the Commonwealth, but it gave Megan a roof over her head, food, and good company — and as opposed to the wasteland, that was luxury.

Upon walking through the doors to Goodneighbor’s near-impenetrable walls, a familiar sight greeted Megan: a ghoul in old revolutionary garb, dressed as if having walked out from the 1700s (if it weren’t for the withered skin, anyhow — that wasn’t vintage). John Hancock, mayor of Goodneighbor, a murderer and a fiend to many, stood there with a careful look on his face like a beloved pet awaiting its family’s return.

Hancock, the terrifying revolutionary, looked at Megan with a softness that nobody else saw. Megan knew people looked at the two together with concern and confusion — Hancock could love and care for someone? — but Megan knew him, and felt comfort with him. Especially when she saw the expression he wore whenever she returned home.

“Welcome home, doll,” he said with a smile, and as Megan walked up to him returning the kind gaze, he quickly reached his arms out to grab her shoulders and bring her close, as if he could not wait a second longer to hold her again. Megan glanced up to look at him and he did not waste anytime to lean in close and press his lips to theirs, holding the back of their head.

Once he pulled away Megan smiled up at him. “All in one piece,” she said with pride.