#much love!

[mymhameme]

Once again out of nowhere a Dabi appeared and talked to me at comic con this year ❤️ I feel so blessed 🥹 (it’s becoming a tradition and I LOVE IT)

If you were at c2e2 and handed a red head and her brother some stickers at the end of the night because we had on mha shirts- you rock!

[mysteryfeesh]

Chapter 3 of “Can We Always Be This Close (Forever and Ever?)” is now up!

Summary:

Link finally wakes up, and is greeted by worried faces and worrying memories.

[prismaticpichu]

If you’re someone out there who enjoys my writing—enjoys anything that I do with my words or prose or style—I feel there’s something you oughta know!

I would not be anywhere without the incredible authors I took inspiration from.

I’m admittedly still a wee lad trudging through high school, and I still gotta whole lot to learn! And I’m gonna have fun on that journey. But I legit think I’ve absorbed and learned more from reading all these gifted works more than the lessons we were taught over the years. Ofc, the fundamentals were taught there—teaching me the rules before I could break them. But it was these people that taught me how to break those rules and how to do them effectively. And when you’re a writer, I find, there is no better learning experience than reading words on a page!

My style really seems to be an amalgamation of so many different things and people—prolly a lot of subliminal stuff, too. Though I feel like there’s at least two I gotta give HUGE hugs to for being so influential <3

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LuckyLadybug on FF.Net! ~ Literally the first ever FF7 fics I’ve ever read. Literally the sole reason I love Zack & Sephiroth’s friendship. Her fics are absolutely legendary, all written in a very consistently clean and swift style. It’s not an overload on sensory detail, but it also ain’t choppy in the slightest. It really does strike that perfect balance of rhythmic and simple that I always try to fall back on when I find myself getting too flowery! It’s a real life savor—for real! And speaking of For Reals, almost everything I craft about Zack & Sephiroth’s relationship stems from the bond she created. I learned so much about how to make emotional, powerful scenes that really can convey just how much people can platonically love each other. She’ll always be the true power of friendship queen! And the best Zack & Sephiroth author I’ve ever had the honor of reading.

@altocat! ~ Oh boy… there is SO much to say xD Where to even start? While Ladybug was the foundation of my little fanfic quest, I don’t think there’s a soul who helped me build and evolve more than Alto’s works. Because if you aren’t aware, this goddess is just an artist with words. We’re talking the most vivid and powerful imagery you can imagine! Imagery that was so powerful, in fact (and I don’t think she even knows this lol!), that at least a solid year of my works fall into this Altocat-emulating-esque era. Never with the intention to copy, of course, but to try my hand at creating prose that was rich in rhythm, language, and meaning. And while I think I did take this WAY too far sometimes (I can say that bc I’m the author- and I know what just sounds unreadable in retrospect xD), but it was part of the learning process. And one I’m still in the middle of today. For more context, Alto was also the one who taught me the value of fragments and isolating words for emphasis. That something concise could be powerful. Beautiful. Beatiful and valuable. Like words that mirror the characters’ quickened heart rates as their thoughts begin to splinter and spiral and how to wield syntax in a way that’s both enjoyably breathless and taut with anxiety at the same time. I learned how to imbue emotion to my work and peel it back so it’s pure and raw. Altocat is an absolute MASTER of angst, and while I used to write relatively “dark” things, I don’t think I really ever got them right until readings AMT’s (see this! for more details on that gem). In a similar vein, she also taught me the kind of impact that beginning and ending lines can have—how to not waste them and how they can circle back to each other in clever and gorgeous ways. I learned the importance of diction from her work; I learned the meaning of SO many new words lol; I learned how to make dialogue just a tad more interesting. Overall, really, I think Alto really did teach me how to write in a lot of ways. At least, in the sense of taking a step that I had no idea was in front of me. A step I didn’t know existed, because I really never saw more beautiful craft in my life.

Anywho! I think I’m rambling a bit x,D I hope I didn’t embarrass you, my friend. Or weird you out lol!!! I was just doing some reflecting, really, and I just needed you to know how impactful your fics have been to me. And you have no flipping idea how honored I am to know you as a mutual <3 Ty for everything ❤️ Ty for being you!!

(For reference, this is why I always say to NEVER underestimate the kind of impact your works may have on people. No matter how small or how insignificant you think they may be. Because who knows??? Maybe you’ll end up changing a life, too <33)

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Thx for listening to this spiel, folks!!! Much love!! <33

[bloodsalted]

gentle reminder..

// that my posting speed or ask answering speed does not equal my want to roleplay with you. if i am following you, i want to interact and i thoroughly enjoy seeing you on my dash every day.

i promise. i keep my asks. and sometimes it takes more than a few days to a week for me to get back to you. it doesn't mean i'm ignoring you in the slightest. in my rules, i ask that if you feel i've missed a post, etc. to please reach out with any open communication! i'll never get frustrated if you give me a poke and say hey what's up did ya get this? or see this? so on! don't sit wondering if i'm ignoring you. i never would. sometimes i try to keep some posts i already got going while sprinkling in a few asks here and there when i'm super busy. i try to get to peeps who've been waiting for a bit when i do that! or i'll pick smth random that catches my eye and i know i can write a quick reply to! prolly what most peeps do.

like i said. i adore every one of my moots and i hope to interact with anyone who wants to! y'all are a talented and lovely bunch. but we're all human here and deserve the respect we want from each other! so let's chat before feelers are hurt, ya?

on that note! back to posting!

[thecopynin-kakashi]

I have a couple things still in the inbox and 8 drafts awaiting me, all of which I will tackle later this evening! As always, I appreciate the patience of my mutuals (you guys are wonderful). If anyone would like a thread or would like to discuss a plot/connection, please feel free to poke me! I don't mind providing my discord if that form of communication is preferable~

[p0pipos]

radfem project sekai hatsune miku blog was not on my 2024 bingo card and yet it is the treasure trove that keeps on giving. thank u for ur service fellow gyn o7

this makes my day. thank YOU, my friend 💚 miku stands for all women! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

[the-writing-mobster]

🌈 Happy Pride Mo(b)nth! 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

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[unohanabbygirl]

Happy new year to all of you!!! I’m so happy for each and every one of you and your support. May our little fandom and everyone who’s apart of it continue to prosper 🥰

Gonna go get plastered, bye bye for now!

[nptnewr]

hey, mutuals and followers! just wanted to say that I am thankful to all of you and I am so happy you've made it to New Year's Eve. May 2024 bring you the most joy and peace. Love you all <3

[satanicsanity]

Yall really just seeing your comments everyday makes my heart feel so happy <3 you guys really do make my day better and I couldn't possibly thank you enough for that ^^

I hope you all have wonderful days!! <3 [big hugs to you all]

🩷🩷🩷Remember you're all the most!🩷🩷🩷

[tokio-motel]

💐🌷spread the love to the people you’re glad you’ve found in this corner of the internet 💐

LOVE YOU POOKIEE 🤗

[terrence-silver]

Imagine a super young beloved welcoming old man Terry home with a passionate kiss, then she pulls a pouty face. “Melinda didn’t clean the oven.” “Oh?” Terry frowns. “You should go look.” Beloved points to the stove. Terry does so and when he opens the glass door he sees a singular dinner roll that beloved set in the stove. He eventually catches on yk beloved’s “bun in the oven 🤰” joke so what does the new Papa’s reaction like? (First time parent hehe)

Funny how I imagine Terry would instantly know something peculiar's up, because his staff isn't sloppy. He knows this. He has never maintained a careless, sloppy staff that clocks out without doing their extremely well paid job. He vets them extensively and wishes to inspire devotion. Picks the best of the best --- or at least ones he has a personal bias and liking towards and who to an extent, seem to like him back; people work more effectively that way, turns out. He wants disciplined houseworkers that are professional and leave nothing to chance, especially where his most precious belongings are concerned, namely beloved and beloved's comfort. So, confusion sets in when beloved mentions Melinda, who's, lets say, a kitchen attendee we made up, who didn't clear the oven. No, no. Terry's staff is just as perfectionist and in control of their environment as he is. He'd stand there, nonchalantly, a wrapped oven-bun in his hand, hand in his pocket, setting down the meal on the table and giving it a speculative, inquisitive look that travels back to beloved. He almost semi-expected someone to have planted a ticking time bomb in there, which he doesn't comment on. His first impressions are often the darkest things.

Never exactly the best --- I assign that to trauma.

But, we've headcanoned before that Terry would notice beloved's impending early pregnancy way before beloved themselves does, purely on intuition and observation alone. All those trips to the bathroom. Strange food cravings. Sensitivity. The beginnings of swelling. Complaints of stomach acid and the discomfort that comes with it. Sore breasts. Of course Terry notices because Terry tends to spy and stalk and eavesdrop far too much not to (undoubtedly observes beloved's activities through camera feeds when they think they aren't watched and has that same staff rat them out to him on the regular --- that's the voyeur in him), and where sex is concerned, I imagine someone as control oriented as him wouldn't leave going raw to pure chance. If he wants a pregnancy, it'll happen and if he doesn't, it won't --- he's far too old and far too smart to knock someone up if he doesn't mean it. Turns out, it did happen and it is being announced to him just now when he was on the verge of phoning his major domo to phone his secretary to phone is junior secretary to phone Melinda and question her about the kitchen mess, except...Terry's large hand comes down on beloved's belly, resting his palm there, feeling it.

-"You shouldn't joke around with an old man."-

He might comment, in full seriousness.

Of course he knows.

His face softens infinitely and he's staring at that belly in wonder.

The contraceptives were ditched and he's been having beloved and consummating all of this as naturally as he could for months beforehand, but it has happened and his lips quirk up into a smile. Thing is, I'm convinced Terry's never really though he'll be a father, be married, have a meaningful romantic relationship outside of fickle adventures, or have a family in the classical sense; all his life was a pursuit of power. Reinvention. Then more power. Blending in. More reinvention. More power. Now, in his mature years, after years of empty relationships, conquests, playboying and fucking around, it felt right and he's very intentionally impregnated beloved feeling he wanted them to be his absolutely. Feeling he wanted someone entirely his. Finding he wants to live on. Leave them with a part of himself. Eternal, like a serpent biting its own tail. He silently shuts the door to the kitchen so they cannot be disturbed or seen, his demeanor dignified and he sinks to his knees in front of the dining table chair beloved's sitting on, a bit tense, and he embraces their knees, pulling their whole body and frame close, kissing their hands, in a perfect blend of possessiveness, odd tenderness, grimness and want. Mine, mine, mine, all mine, he thinks.

He kisses their tummy.

Their legs.

Their fingers.

Their mouth.

Their face.

Their shoulders.

Everything.

Terry could devour beloved from happiness.

He smiles, in all genuineness.

[greenerteacups]

If drafts for book 6 are coming in at 200000 words, how long is book 5? Much love!

answer is: it's not finished, so i'm not sure! 200k is probably a good ballpark for both, though. book 4 is unusually long because of how much Plot Setup is happening in it.

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Carmen x fem reader angst because why not

Also ur other story was so good!!!

-anonysnuts

Green Nightmares

Carmen x Fem Reader Angst 

[Author’s Note: PEEEAAAANNNUUUT ANNNOOON! In all seriousness though; I’m sorry I haven’t been updating lately. Life has been getting unfortunately harder. But I’m not giving up on myself or on this blog! Much love!]

     Blood pumping in your ears, lungs burning, stumbling over your own feet.

She was coming.

It was too late. She was much faster than you. All you could do was stumble as she propelled herself against the alleyway walls. A strong kick to your back made you fall onto the ground, rolling over on your back you could see the perpetrator.

“Carmen please! This isn’t you!” Warm tears down your cheeks, nose red from all the sniffling. “Try to remember…You’re against VILE…I’m Y/n, your girlfriend.” You reached your hand forward. “Please try to remember…” She grabbed your wrist and forcefully slammed it against the hard concrete. Both of you could hear the bone breaking and your cry of pain. 

This was not your girlfriend.

“What’s with you people? You work with ShadowSan, don’t you?” You couldn’t speak. Lips quivering as pathetic whimpers came out. “You really think I would believe that lie?” She shook her hand and the grappling hook came out, comfortably resting in her grip. “Like I would let anyone hold me down,” The red device was aimed at you. “Not anymore.” The hook lunged forward, ready to dig its sharp edges in the plushness of your face.

With a gasp you shot up, hands on your face.

You weren’t in the alleyways fighting to survive, the place around you was a bedroom. Carmen’s eyes locked with yours as she helped you sit up with her. She was awake before you. “It was about me, wasn’t it?” You didn’t want to lie to your girlfriend yet you didn’t want her to feel anymore guilt. The occurrence may have been so many months ago yet it still effected the both of you. “Carm…It was never your fault..” Her hands tightened around the bedsheets. “I almost killed Zack! I hurt Julia! And-and I almost killed you!”

Her voice raised.

You flinched.

She was a monster. It’s not like they had made her one, she had always been a monster. She raised by monsters it was bound to happen. “Look at what I did to you..” pairs of eyes locked on the brace on your wrist. At least it wasn’t that clunky cast.

The brunette left the bed, grabbing the pre packed suitcase she had just in case she needed to make an emergency trip. “Where are you going?” You reached your hand forward, slowly getting out of the bed you two shared. “Don’t follow me.” Her voice was uncharacteristically deep, completely hallowed out. “I still feel it; The urge to return to something that has been pounded into dust.” This can’t be happening. Maybe you haven’t woken up yet. “I love you, I always will. But there will always be apart of me that won’t care if you die, that will only steal from you.” 

Whatever Dr. Bellum did to her wasn’t completely gone. It wasn’t growing any stronger but it wasn’t leaving either. 

You blinked and she was gone making you wonder if Carmen was ever real in the first place. A blur of red could be seen elegantly bouncing from rooftop to rooftop. Farther and farther away until there was only the black and blue of night. 

You screamed her name knowing that she wouldn’t respond.

No one would.

[Author’s Note: Hope this wasn’t too angsty]

[bloodsalted]

@poisonedfire || catching up on inbox stuff! || ✍🏻🥰

GUEST :  for Peyton to offer Dean a place to stay.

"god damn it!" dean's boot comes in contact with the curb. he's been driving for days. sleeping in the backseat of the black impala parked directly behind him. the motel he's come across on the long stretch of road boasted a vacancy sign that switched to a blinking red NO when he pulled in. the hunter thought the clerk was hoping for the best so he could turn the lights off for the night and sneak back through the curtains to what dean figured was where he lived. catch some sleep before the sun came up and people started leaving.

but, no, that wasn't the case. and it looks like the break from sleeping curled up in the backseat his body--FINALLY--screamed he needed? wasn't about to come any time soon. a lucky bastard beat him to it. last room booked minutes before he pulled in.

both hands cup in front of his eyes, fingers rub at the hollows where dark circles are starting to form from lack of PROPER REST. when a voice picks up out of the blue from the door he's standing not very far from. dean lowers his hands, catches sight of the person standing in the doorway and swings his hand towards the DARK office. (least someone's getting some sleep??) "ah. sorry if i woke you up. guess there's no room at the inn tonight. lucky me? least i'm not in the desert with a pregnant virgin wife, eh?" a small smirk and he steps back from the curb.

hearing an offer to crash there? two beds when he only needed one? dean rubs the back of his neck with a palm and gives the worst case scenario a run down in the back of his head. HE'S TOO DAMN TIRED TO CARE. "uh.. you sure? could be some random weirdo you're offering to help.." brows jerk up..but..damn the offer's tempting.

[jhara-ivez]

Happy Valentines Day! <3

Aaaaaaaawwww SAME TO YOUUUU

:3