#or I WANT to try to expand on it LOL

[marimeeko]

Post Epilogue BKDK thought/quasi fic:

That suit probably comes with a manual and a bunch of specs, and blueprints, right?

I'm pretty sure it would come along with what All Might gave him. Alternatively maybe Katsuki has it but why would it be separate from the suit? Anyway;

But Izuku gets it and in-between grading papers, he starts studying it, wanting to take the utmost care of his suit.

He starts realizing that a lot of the direct notes about his Quirks and his techniques are in there, and furthermore...

They're all from Katsuki. Some are direct scans of notes he took and even diagrams and pictures he drew of elements of Izuku's former costume.

Each element of the suit has a section of the original concept, which would be a sketch and summary by Katsuki, along with ideas for how a suit should perform for Izuku. Sometimes a photo of Izukus old costume itself.

As Izuku pours over the manual, he becomes more and more enthralled with seeking out where technical jargon, diagrams, and hard-font gives way to Katsuki's hand writing and sketching; all of his original ideas that spurred the project on.

He starts to even notice, with some pieces, the handwriting is slightly shaky....he realizes that some of these concepts were written in the Era when Katsuki was forced to write with his left hand, his right in recovery.

Izuku covers a gasp with a scarred hand; some of these concepts of his had been written while they were still in UA together.

How had Kacchan been working on this for so long with him just never realizing? And not telling him?

He snaps the thick (hundreds of pages!) Manual shut at once and throws on some shoes and a jacket. Shortly after, he is hammering the door to Katsukis Apartment in the dark.

After a loud complaint can be heard from within about how late it is(its only 8pm), the door opens, and katsuki barely registers that it's Izuku before Izuku THROWS HIMSELF into Katsukis arms, tightly embracing him.

"Whoa, I-izuku??" All of Katsuki's former complaints choke off immediately.

"All Might said you were at the heart of the support suit project, but, it's more than that, isn't it, kacchan??" Izuku asks in a trembling voice. " All this time, Kacchan? Since we were in school, you've been working on this??"

Katsuki suddenly realizes what's happening, and he feels that heavy manual pressed in between their torsos where Izuku has it clutched. He connects the dots.

"...yeah, Izuku..." he carefully admits into green curls, dampened by the rain.

He feels Izuku shaking as he sobs into his chest, but as Izuku gently withdraws, he sees that underneath the onslaught of tears, Izuku is smiling.

"Kacchan, you...You're amazing" Izuku hiccups, tears pouring from his eyes. "I-I don't know how I can ever repay you--"

"You don't have to repay me," Katsuki quickly asserts. "Just give me your damn best out there. And don't you dare ever give up that dream of yours. And quit that crying," he grumbles as he pinches each of Izuku's cheeks as Izuku laughs.

Katsuki invites him in, saying it's too late and dark and rainy for Izuku to go back home at this hour. ( "why'd you have to run all the way across town tonight, I was going to come bug you at UA tomorrow anyway, you nerd!")

They end up looking through the book together over tea and end up passing out on the couch by 10pm, honestly kind of a late night for Katsuki, but not for Izuku who is used to staying up late grading and evaluating papers, along with getting small workouts in. He stays up just long enough to grab a blanket and cover both himself and Katsuki.

He goes to sleep thinking again about how blessed he is.

[elfsyellowflowerzart]

take two of yesterdays little doodle, using the ref this time

[yujeong]

The blood was sipping through the cloth, bright red covering Vegas' fingers, his rings, his clothes. The wound was deep, but not fatal. Not if Pete got immediate medical attention. He would. He was a bodyguard of the main family. Tankhun's doll. Kinn's pet. They wouldn't let him die like that, Vegas was sure of it. In the meantime, he just had to do his best at keeping him alive long enough for that to happen. He was calm, as much as he could be. Every time panic threatened to emerge from the cracks of his calm expression, he gulped it down. Pete was beneath him. A nobody. Canon fodder. It was a miracle he even remembered his name. (It wasn't. Vegas remembered all of them.)

[...] "Are you going to shoot me?" "Khun Vegas... what..." He took a shallow breath. His eyes fluttered; it was evident he could barely stay awake. "The mission... did it-" "It's over."

[...] "Khun Vegas... why-" "Don't you want to live, Pete?" Vegas said. His voice came out louder than he intended. Thankfully, Pete was delirious from the blood loss and didn't notice. [...] "You're not useful to me." [...] "It hurts." "I'm sure." Vegas had never been shot before. He had bodyguards of his own for that. People beneath him. Nobodies. Canon fodder. It'd be a miracle if he remembered any of their names. (It wouldn't. Vegas knew none of them.)

[chatxkilluaxnoir]

I have Gravity Falls and Etc. fic(s) idea(s)

Which, I am going to write now while I am having this fic idea (probably going to be a short one, but in the future I might make a revised expanded version or something. Who knows).

I actually have multiple Gravity Falls and GF TAU and Reverse Falls and etc. stuff that stems from this specific The Book of Bill thing.

Specifically stuff exploring Dipper's nightmares.

(I have some other ideas for the other dreams and/or nightmares too. Sometimes even in relation to Dipper's in some way).

I love my boy, and his nightmares hurt my heart.

But also because I love him, I want to explore even more of issues/trauma/suffering and/or to do Dipper angst. And etc.

Because I want both happiness and/or suffering for my faves/the characters I love very much.

Like Dipper.

So he is going to be getting even more of that from me, probably.

Because he is great and I love him.

[sysig]

Wake up somewhere better, maybe (Patreon)

[mobius-m-mobius]

HI i just saw ur lokius fairytale post aaand like kinda rotating that cinderella scenario around my head any chance you have any other thoughts to add onto it ?

Hey anon, really glad the fairytale asks stuck with you because we've been having so much fun with them! Honestly I'd not had a chance to think of more until getting this but after having a little time there's a scenario I'm kind of loving which may or may not have spiraled from the og Cinderella concept so apologies in advance 😅

(also putting this under a cut because y'all know me and whew did this get longer than even I'd expected 😂💖)

Cue Ravonna sending Mobius on a reconnaissance mission to get details on Odin being up to something which seems to differ from the usual flow of that timeline, the details are vague enough for him to wonder where she's going with this but they both know the chance for him to get close enough to Asgard is too tempting to pass up and there's an upcoming ball with enough invitations that one more shouldn't be a problem. So he tries his best to at least blend into the background long enough to slip away and search for info but the fact that he's pretty much the only person at the party not boisterously jumping through hoops for Odin's attention or favor draws Loki's attention him like a lightning rod, lol, which doesn't escape mutual notice and since the only other option would be Loki making a scene to draw attention to whoever this mysterious(ly hot) stranger is no one seems to know, Mobius can't help pointing out he's not exactly someone that would be sent in as a physical threat so maybe if he's allowed a few minutes to explain he could make it in Loki's best interest 👀👀

Loki's skeptical but intrigued, and it's not like he was enjoying the night beforehand anyway so he follows expecting some obvious lie of an excuse as to what Mobius is doing there but instead Mobius quite bluntly tells him he's there for dirt on Odin that could be mutually beneficial for them both.

This part he keeps to himself ofc, but by now he's figured out whatever's going on clearly has to do with/is centered around Loki's future and after so many years of researching Lokis he's secretly harbored a crush and honestly does want the best for them if possible so it's very easy to at least tell the truth about why he's trying to sneak around in the first place. Loki doesn't completely believe him, but he's infinitely more interesting than anyone in recent memory and Loki's desperate to learn about him so he haughtily declares Mobius no real threat, and will guide him through the palace personally to seek out this all important info, with the threat of imprisonment if the night ends empty handed.

Mobius cheerfully agrees with the knowledge he'll be long gone through a time door before things come to that, and the night is kind of playing out like a fantasy he didn't even realize he had so because he knows it won't last he lets himself be a little playful with Loki, praising his magic and asking questions he hadn't been able to answer from his files, like which flower first comes to mind when he looks out at the gardens?? Loki of course bristles at first but soon realizes how much comfort there is in the way Mobius speaks to and about him, and how his words bask brighter and warmer than any sun 🥺

However, because of this he can also tell Mobius knows far more about him than he previously let on, and can't figure out why he seems so delighted by all the qualities everyone else has been so bothered by his entire life so as they search through Odin's private study he starts needling for details to match, eventually getting nothing but things that completely baffle him like how Mobius obviously has horrible taste in food and that he seems wiser beyond his years than any Midguardian he's ever seen yet somehow seems to have nothing of personal value in his life except something called a jet ski?? And he's taken aback how, when pressed, Mobius isn't even upset about it but just a bit sadly resigned. They share a moment of bonding over their prior loneliness and start to grow even closer, leaning in just before a crash sounds from the hallway and the sounds of drunken guards calling for there whereabouts of Prince Loki echo, forcing them to break apart as Loki panics about how to explain Mobius' presence and bringing Mobius back to reality about how far he let the night spiral by indulging so it's all he can do but stumble out an apology for everything as Loki tries to find a way for them to sneak away before turning back just in time to see the gleam of a time door disappearing in the middle of the room 😔

Now the whole "glass slipper" element is a harder one since it's not like even if Mobius left behind something TVA related Loki would be able to trace it back to him so this is where I headcanon he dropped a folded magazine photo of a fav jet ski he liked to carry around as a reminder of why he works so hard, that he had taken out to show Loki was he was talking about earlier and Loki uses to trace back to Don, alerting the TVA due to the obvious branch it cases, and then you can only how everything Mobius knows implodes from there which would probably take me a year to detail but is very fun to picture and yes because I love him this would also result in Don meeting the Loki of his timeline because he deserves love too 😂😂

[cnl0400]

Thirteen's Birthday call (Year 1)

[faggotcitosis]

tumblrs obsession over whiteknighting for children over childfree people being mean to kids online is always so bizarre to me because are these childfree people in congress? are they in councils? school boards? are they child therapists? are they youth pastors? are they pediatricians? who actually occupies these positions? i guarantee you it's not a 20 something year old women that hates kids for whatever reason it may be. it's actually people who claim to love children that harm them. but it's soooooo much easier to kick up a fuss and say "those nasty child free people are freaks who hate children and want them to die >:(" because a group thats majorily made up of women are a very easy target! punch down, not up, right?

[keeps-ache]

!! Freak Shock !!

[devilsskettle]

i feel like i’ve been WAITING for the other shoe to drop wrt people’s opinions about watcher for this very reason. not that i think the reaction is completely not understandable but the greater the parasocial relationship, the greater the fallout as soon as public opinion shifts. you don’t have a relationship with these people they’re just content creators, chill

[dandyshucks]

howdy hi hello !!

I'd really like to do some little sketches for people just for fun :] open to mutuals only because I'm worried I'd get drownded in requests otherwise LMAO

anyways! if you'd like me to do a little traditional art pencil sketch of your f/o and/or s/i, please rb this with refs (just a couple art pieces or photos that you like would work fine!) or DM me - either way is good! also lmk if you want me to post the art and @ you, or DM it to you directly!

disclaimers and extra info ⤵

the timeline for this is loosey-goosey but I generally do at least an hour of sketching every night so I should be able to get to yours within a couple days! however, because these are just for fun and because of [gestures vaguely at my life situation], I have to give a disclaimer that there is a chance I won't actually be able to get to your request. sometimes the art just doesn't want to art, but even so, I am determined to do my best to get to everyone who wants a sketch!!

also another mandatory disclaimer that i might be just absolutely hopelessly dogshit at drawing your specific blorbo or self insert, but i would love to at least give it a try LOL. as for a will/won't draw list, if you ask me to draw anthros I might run into a little difficulty, but mechas should be fine!

(if you have not seen art of mine yet and want to see what it looks like, you can take a peek at my "dandy doodlebugs" tag - I've posted many traditional pencil sketches in there :3)

[somelazyassartist]

Been thinking about puppets and strings of fate recently and am channeling that into my two Holy Lady™ DnD characters

Etsy

[shivunin]

Dawn and Gold

(Zevran/Arianwen Tabris | 905 Words | Fluff | No Warnings)

A morning routine at Vigil's Keep

Arianwen had always been a morning person. 

When she woke up, it was all at once and at the same time every single day. During the time she’d been alone at the keep, she’d woken alone and first stretched in her quarters. Then, she started the day by climbing up to the passages she’d worked into the ceiling beams and around the tiny windows. It did the rest of the Wardens good to turn around and find her suddenly standing there, she thought, so she made a point of doing it every morning to keep them alert. 

Then, it was on to sparring, drills, inspection, petitions, paperwork, and whatever awful thing had been dredged up for her to handle that day. She’d go to bed when she felt like it, retreating back through the hidden corridors of Vigil’s Keep. After light reading or personal correspondence, she would climb into her cold bed and stare up at the narrow sliver of starlight. Somewhere out there, she would think, he may yet be looking at the same sky and thinking of me. She would fall asleep looking at those stars every night, and when she woke the day would begin again in the same manner. 

It hadn’t been a bad way to spend her time, but this was far better. 

“You are doing it too loose,” Zevran told her, his eyes half-closed in the dawn’s light. 

“I am doing it exactly the way I always do,” Wen told him, but let the soft braid unravel in her hands so she could start over. He smiled at her, golden even in the half light. It was too much to resist. Still loosely holding a lock of his hair, she leaned forward and kissed him, soft and careful and slow, pulling away when he would have deepened the contact. 

“Hold still,” she said, shifting on his lap and beginning again. Zevran smiled at her as she worked, hands tucked under the hem of her tunic and resting over her bare hips

“I think perhaps you have missed a few—” he began, and she pulled a face at him. 

“You hush,” Wen interrupted and Zevran hushed, laughing slightly.

She still wore his tunic, which she’d slept in, and Zevran was only in his breeches and undershirt. There was something exceptionally tender about this, setting him to rights before either of them put their armor on for the day. Something…soft. Yes. That sounded right.

“So,” he said after several quiet moments, “what do we have planned for today, Arlessa?”

“The usual,” Wen told him, tying the first braid off. She touched his chin so he’d angle his head to the other side, but he leaned forward and kissed the exposed vee of skin at the base of her neck instead. She huffed, faking irritation, and when Zevran drew back his eyes were laughing at her. 

“Petitions,” she told him, ignoring the way his thumbs stroked over her bare skin. “Plenty of petitions.”

“Ah, your favorite.” 

Arianwen snorted, combing out the section of hair with her fingers. He made a soft noise whenever she combed his hair, almost a hum, and his eyes fluttered closed when he made the sound now. Instead of starting the plait as she’d intended, Wen threaded her fingers through the soft strands, fingernails scratching lightly over his scalp. Zevran leaned into the touch, his face relaxing slightly. 

Every single time she saw him like this was a gift of immeasurable worth. They were, both of them, capable of horrible things. The world had worked to turn them hard and unforgiving. It would be very easy indeed to allow that to continue; both of them had plenty of reasons to fear vulnerability. And yet—here they were, still holding on to each other. In all the world, Arianwen was the only person who got to see him like this and she never, ever forgot it. 

Wen repeated the gesture and kissed his forehead after, treasuring the moment. 

“So,” Zevran said at last, “you are saying that there is no chance of getting you back into bed, yes?” 

“Hold still, you ridiculous man,” she told him, as if she hadn’t been the one delaying them. He laughed at her while she finished the second plait and went on chuckling quietly when she finally climbed off his lap to get herself ready for the day. 

Arianwen didn’t mind. Laughter, even if it was directed at her (with Zevran, it was sometimes hard to tell) was miles better than waking up alone. Later, they would come back to this room together and help each other undress. He would massage the aches from her back and she would loosen his hair and comb it out again for bed. When they rested at last, she would drape herself over him like a blanket and they would fall asleep together. That was, she thought, the best possible way to end the day. 

Zevran caught up with her when she reached for the door and opened it for her instead, sweeping into a low and elaborate bow. 

“After you, mi vida,” he said. 

Instead of walking through the door he’d opened, she took the hand he was holding out and grasped it tightly, pulling him along beside her as they started the day at last. 

Yes—this was far better than the mornings she’d woken alone. How fortunate, then, that she would never have to go back.

(It's been too long since I posted these two, so this jumped the queue after that soft post about hair yesterday c: Happy Wednesday!)

[samadryad]

my epic list of things I overheard from IRLs and mutuals

[sysig]

Totally unaffected by this gesture of affection, definitely (Patreon)

[palukoo]

I know I’ve made other posts talking about or alluding to this but like. obviously there are like the old hollywood movies in the sort of dyke subtext canon (all about eve, rebecca, johnny guitar, etc) but like. there are so many movies that like 10 people have seen but I have such a clear gay vision or interpretation for it. most of them aren’t even GOOD. and yet!!

like the great lie is the one that haunts me the most (or the women but I think that one is kind of different for me perhaps bc I’ve already talked about it here a lot or perhaps bc I think of it as being more well known and watched than I think it actually is? actually it’s probably that I think it is an overall good and well executed and entertaining movie which isn’t really true of most of these tbh). but I also think a lot about like when ladies meet, or old acquaintance, or sadie mckee, or the shining hour, or the model and the marriage broker, or a woman’s secret, or the bigamist, or craig’s wife, or born to be bad, or separate tables, or even dark victory to a degree. others too certainly those are just the ones that come to mind. for half of these it’s not even like oh these women are gay together it’s just like hey I think she’s a lesbian. and I’m right. but my genius will never be fully appreciated in my day unfortunately.