#sending love ♥

[iamthepulta]

To the People who work on The Fifth City's Fallen London wikipedia page, and specifically The Correspondence page, you're the real MVPs and I appreciate u. :') Thank. ♥

(and really, the whole wiki in general; you're putting the lore into essays and truly, gods bless.)

[prentissluvr]

nobody talks about this look and it is so colossally important to me

[sysig]

Two skeletons in a trench lab coat (Patreon)

Bonus:

He’s very careful! Everything was fine before you interrupted!

[improbable-outset]

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 ₊ ✩

LAURO🥹🥹 How are you?? Thank you for the ask!! You too, T @tarjapearce !!

Here are my answers:

Magnet (Kenji Sato)

This is my first Kenji Sato fic that I’m currently fixating over 🥹🥹 I’m a sucker for mutual pinning especially if it’s from the male pov. This man is presented as egotistical in the film but I wanted to highlight his inner insecurities especially when it comes to being around his crush haha

In Sickness and In Health (Miguel O’Hara)

This was a vent fic that I wanted to share and I was surprised how much people actually ate this up. I guess a lot of people can relate for the overstimulation here that reader was experiencing and I just love how they ended in sexy time

Static in the Air (Miguel O’Hara)

Post-divorce trope is my Roman Empire !!! The tension. Miguel’s jealousy in here!!! The smut!! Also I just love their interaction here and the rollercoaster of emotions

Meet Cute (Miguel O’Hara)

Nothing too extraordinary, just some fluff and some flirting from reader <33 but still hold a special place in my soul

Prolactin (Francis Mosses)

Omg I wrote this on a whim and I got so many kudos on this on ao3 💀 I didn’t realise ppl will like this so much. Lactation kink with your 1950s milkman husband…nothing much also I the surprise look on my face when I saw you reblog that one looool

Here’s my Ultimate Masterlist where you can find more of my writing from different fandoms <33

[alumajelly]

They are so babygirl

Please send them some love and food 。◕‿◕｡

[mulletlix]

DANCERACHA (Winter Edition) For @jinniebit ♡

[oc-center]

Welcome to OC-Center's BIRTHDAY PARTY! 🎉

One year of sharing people's OCs to give them visibility, one year of a growing community, one year down with many to go ♥ Below I will share the OC-Center Wrapped, to see everything about this year in stats! 🙌

In the meantime, what better way to celebrate than showing off your own OC in this big party photo?

All your OCs are cordially invited to join in the festivities - add them to the picture in a reblog with a short tidbit introducing them to everyone; that's the best way to make friends at a party!

Will you accept OC-Center's invitation? 🥳

OC-Center Wrapped:

Anniversary: 11th of December Posts: 3,331 Followers: 866 'Needs Love' (posts with 10 notes or below): 41 Most popular original post: Bubble Web post

Number of OCs shared: 3233 'humanoid' OCs: 2261 'anthro' OCs: 646 'creature' OCs: 403 Submissions shared: 226

What a wonderful year! Thank you everyone, and here's to the next one ♥

Ressources used for stats:

Tumblr Stats: https://jetblackcode.com/TumblrStats Tag Counter: https://drunkonschadenfreude.com/

[fawnchives]

during sleepovers, matt is such a lego set/puzzle kind of guy and i feel like chris likes video games more

shameless plug & speaking of sleepovers, you guys should definitely check out my sleepover with chris hcs because ☺️

but yes !! there’s definitely a vibe difference when it comes to the sleepover dynamic between the two. with matt, it’s a calmer vibe; lego sets and puzzles like you said, also followed up by movies ( specifically romcoms because he loves em ). i can alsooooo see you guys doing little artsy craftsy stuff like wax panting, regular painting, playing with clay, etc etc.

with chris, there’s a more chaotic vibe. like mentioned, you guys are gonna be doing some gaming ( mario kart because he’s a mk fein ). if you don’t have a nintendo switch he’s def bringing his over !! multitasking; baking cookies or other sweet treats while you both are preoccupied with seeing who can cross the finish line first and you end up burning the snacks ( shaking my head, laugh out loud ). he can go rounds—of gaming of course. also, cartoon marathons !! spongebob, etc.

[respondedinkind]

Quick (long) update.

|| I know I haven't been around in a hot minute, thought I'd give a quick update.

Sorry for vanishing like this, life has been a little wild recently; I started therapy a few weeks ago, next to me finding joy in a new game where I slipped into the fandom (rather hard lol) and realized that I am, right now, much happier with doing art and creating fics rather than RPing.

This might sound a little odd to some - but the thing is, my brain simply doesnt hold enough energy to do *all* the creative things I want to do. For example: RPing is incredibly fun but also *incredibly exhausting*, and whenever I put a lot of time into RPing, I am literally unable to do art or write fics. It's taking so much of my creative-energy-meter that it's empty quick, leaving me with being frustrated as I don't really get to create anymore.

So I decided to pursue creating art as well as writing fics for now, which means I basically vanished from RP tumblr in return. I know this might be frustrating to some - especially my writing partners - and I want to apologize for that, for said frustration I might have caused.

But it is what it is, and I am not going to change much about it anytime soon. I am actually feeling rather happy about being able to do art, write fics, and *not* worry about writing replies and possibly making partners wait. It's a sort-of-pressure that I've taken off of my own shoulders...

Which is needed right now as I, as mentioned, also started therapy. It's going to be a journey, and I was just diagnosed with general anxiety as well as depression (which could actually be a 'double-depression' on top of it, means it is a chronic depression as well as an 'episodic depression'). It feels... incredibly relieving, in a way, to finally have an official diagnosis and to know that yes, something IS going on with me, I am not just crazy in my head and/or lazy. However, the whole therapy-thing is only going to get harder from here on and I am already working on things that have been talked about, think about them in my head, work with what I have realized about myself and try to handle it.

I do have a whole diagnose-session going on in August for ADHD / Autism as well, which will *also* require a good chunk of my energy. So yeah, things are happening.

Long story short: I decided to put my priorities elsewhere for now, for my own mental health's sake, and my happiness. Reducing stress was *needed*, especially since I am only going to be more stressed while working on me, on my diagnosis, and on all the problems I finally want to be able to figure out and address, possibly solve. ---Something also happened in my private life a couple of months ago that basically, let's call it 'triggered', my sudden energy to finally ask for help after trying to handle everything for literal decades. So yeah. It's been a yeah so far lol.

I want to thank each and every single one of you for having been with me, RPed great stories, formed companionships over weeks and months; I won't delete this blog nor do I plan to 'archive it'. I'll just leave it like this and maybe, who knows, I will return to it (and my other blogs) at some point. I just don't want to put stress on me as in 'I will come back in x day / months', I'll just see where life takes me and when I find the energy to be here again, I will.

I love Khan, love Stephen, love Bones. I haven't lost my love for them, my attention is just elsewhere. (Including that cute game I have been playing, falling in love with some characters...)

I wish you all the best, sending you lots of vibes, happy thoughts, my eternal gratitude and some strength for whatever you need to deal with in your life. Remember that you are loved, that your thoughts are valid, that you are worth it. ♥

-waves-

PS: I do miss you, the people I formed friendships with. I miss you, our RPs, our conversations. In case we have been interacting much on here, but not actually exchanged other ways of staying connected besides tumblr - discord, for example - you are absolutely allowed to hit me up and I'll give you my discord. ♥

[syrcus]

fucked up ship meme I bashed out because my internet is being terrible and I needed entertainment. made (and am posting) them together because these two ships feel kind of like mirrors for each other in a way, weird little narrative foils in a lot of ways template here

[real-life-cloud]

26 w/ krbk? 👀

teehee thank you !! such a cute prompt.. very fun to write! ♥ i sort of mixed it with '23: waking up' a little bit hehe

you can read the drabble on ao3 → here

you can see the prompt list → here

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Prompt 26: Bed Hair wordcount: 1.2k

Eijirou was used to waking up alone.

The last time he’d slept in the same bed as someone was probably when he was a little kid. He used to sneak into his older sister’s room when he had nightmares. But the last time that happened must’ve been nearly a decade ago. He hardly slept anywhere but his own room.

So when he woke up that early summer morning, his first thought was, ‘Where am I?’ 

That was a quickly answered question. His memories of the night before drifted back in pieces—he invited himself over to Bakugou’s house for a sleepover. Bakugou complained about it the entire time, but he never told him to leave. He was funny like that. Eijirou had a lot of fun that night, they did some of their summer school work together and played video games. Dinner was great, and Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou seemed to really like him, too.

When it came time for them to sleep, (Bakugou’s eyes began to droop around 8 o’clock, but he dutifully stayed up with EIjirou until 10 PM. Eijirou didn’t have the heart to tell him that was still early for him.) instead of staying on a mattress on the floor, Bakugou told him to, “Shut the fuck up and sleep on that side of the bed. It’s plenty big enough.”

So he easily came to his senses and realized he was in Bakugou’s room, in Bakugou’s bed.

His second thought was, ‘Holy shit, I’m basically cuddling Bakugou.’ 

They were facing each other, Eijirou’s own arm slung over his friend’s torso. The shared covers were a twisted and tangled mess, and their legs were much the same. He distinctly remembered falling asleep facing away from each other, not touching. They must’ve both chased each other’s warmth in their sleep. His face reddened at the thought.

His third thought wasn’t much of a thought at all, really. More of a feeling—a tug at his heart, a hold on his lungs. Because Bakugou looked serene.

His face was completely relaxed for once, something Eijirou didn’t think he’d ever seen before. He wondered if anyone had. He felt a little boost to his ego at the thought.

It was a rare sight to see his face so smoothed out. All the harsh lines and wrinkles of his usual scowls and sneers were nowhere to be seen. And it wasn’t like his more blank, bored face either. He looked so calm, so vulnerable. The side of his face was pressed into his pillow, and Eijirou thought he spotted a line of drool, much to his amusement. He had one hand clutching onto the sheets with the other just barely grazing Eijirou’s chest. His breathing was slow and easy.

Eijirou could’ve stared all morning.

Of course, it was right then that Bakugou’s eyebrows pinched together and he began to stir.

It was like all the bitterness in his body came back in stages. First his eyebrows, then his nose scrunched up. A twitch of his mouth, a flex of his fingers. He nuzzled his head in his pillow a little more, like he was fighting against wakefulness. Eijirou watched it happen with both curiosity and endearment. He could feel a dumb smile make its way onto his face.

Bakugou pried one eye open, and Eijirou belatedly thought that maybe he shouldn’t be staring so hard. Probably too late for that now.

Red eyes, sharper than his own, bleared at him sleepily. Bakugou looked confused for a handful of seconds, before he rubbed at his eyes. The shift made Eijirou realize he still had an arm wrapped around him—he took it back a little too quickly.

“Uh, morning, man!” He said with a toothy grin. He hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

Bakugou grumbled back, saying something with little resemblance to actual words. His voice sounded lower than usual.

Once Bakugou took his hand away from his face and looked at Eijirou with clear eyes, though, he paused. Then, Bakugou did the last thing he would’ve ever expected. He laughed.

It started small. An unbelieving huff, not much of a laugh at all. Followed by a snort, then a wheeze.

“What?” Eijirou asked, thoroughly confused.

Bakugou muffled his laughter.

“What is it??” He asked a little louder, an embarrassed smile creeped onto his face. He pushed up from the bed and cocked his head to the side. And that was the final straw.

A sharp bark of laughter broke from Bakugou’s throat, followed by a positively evil sounding giggle. If asked, he’d liken it to a witch’s cackle or maybe a snickering goblin. Eijirou adored the sound of it.

He had never heard him laugh like that before. Usually, his laughter was mean and mocking. But this was something pure. Unadulterated amusement. He never wanted it to stop.

But he still didn’t know what was so funny. Did he look funny? Reflexively, he looked down at his pajamas to see if he had somehow changed into something ridiculous in his sleep. But it was the same blue tank top and plain sweat shorts that he remembered changing into. His visible confusion just made Bakugou laugh harder.

His laughter was contagious. Eijirou felt a chuckle of his own bubble up in his chest. “Why are you laughing at me, dude!?”

Bakugou calmed down enough to catch his breath, but still had to fight a giggle to get his words out. “Look in a fucking mirror or something, idiot. Oh my god.” He finally said.

Eijirou felt around the bed for his phone in a hurry and quickly pulled up his camera app, then set the camera to front facing mode. He noticed straight away.

“Oh.” Was all he said. It had Bakugou falling apart in giggles again.

It was his hair. Oh god, his hair. He must’ve fallen asleep without taking the gel out again. But even the couple times this happened before, it didn’t look this silly. You’d think it would be hard for his hair to look messy, since he spiked it in all directions anyway. But he would have you know that he worked very hard to make his hair look a certain way. Every spike was in its place. Usually. But definitely not that morning.

Most of his hair was going in one direction, with a steep cliff of a flattened edge where his head had rested on his pillow. The back was a mangled mess, like he’d shook his head back and forth in his sleep too much. One horn was still proudly pointed up and the other was stuck to his forehead. He couldn’t blame Bakugou for laughing. 

He started laughing in earnest, too. “Oh my god, I look so stupid.”

“I know!” Bakugou wheezed.

They laughed for a good long while. It would simmer down back into quiet, but all it took was them catching eyes and they’d both be back in stitches. Eijirou’s face hurt from how much he was smiling. His chest felt full to the brim with affection, spilling out with every wheeze and giggle. Bakugou looked so pretty when he was happy. He wanted to stay like this forever.

His next thought that morning was, ‘I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life.’ Bedhead and all.

[prentissluvr]

but your honor i love him

[sysig]

expression meme: pink A10 for the capt maybe

or yellow b2 zex, i love to see his condescending and cold side 🥰

Uh oh, lover's tiff (From he/re, meme still open ♥)

[sweet-beezus]

Shared the original sketch back in 2019 now I finally got around to finishing my silly beastie!! :)

[zoennes]

2.03 ♡ 2.04

[viitlumi]

❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ // to whomever wants to come forth c: //

The meadow bloomed as if each petal was a bright memory. The bees flocked to the wildflowers that nature had planted for them. They buzzed around the chorus of blossoms, the accord of the wild in these sun-filled moments. Summer was most definitely a nourishing season on Paradis.

 In the golden hush of dawn, where the sky blushed with the first whispers of daylight, Solveig and Hilda found themselves amidst a sea of blossoms. The field stretched endlessly, a vibrant tapestry woven with fragrant flowers and herbs, each petal and leaf glistening with morning dew. The sisters, bound by blood and tradition, moved with a quiet ease, their bond evident in the synchronized rhythm of their work, their sickles—crafted for the impending autumn harvest—gleaming like silver crescents against the soft light. Beside them, Lyanna—a newfound companion whose acquaintance was as fresh as the morning. Though they scarcely knew her, Solveig had felt an intrinsic pull, a whisper from the heart urging her to embrace this stranger and the shared experience of womanhood. Together, the three females gathered nature's treasures, each cut and snip a testament to their unity and strength. It was in this shared labor, beneath the ever-brightening sky, that they wove bonds as delicate yet enduring as the flowers they collected, finding kinship and beauty in the simple act of harvesting life from the earth. Lyanna, the young woman they had recently met, paused and looked around. With a wry smile, she remarked, “Flowers are so overrated. They’re bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons.” She didn't appear too enthused to be in this environment, leaving Solveig with a bewildered frown on her pale features. Solveig, her hands gently placing a vibrant flower into her basket, turned to Lyanna with a thoughtful scowl. “Even the prettiest flower shouldn’t be mistaken only for its beauty,” she began, her voice soft but firm. “A flower can be so beautiful, but it can also harbor many dangers.”

She picked a foxglove from her basket, its purple bells hanging delicately from the stem like tiny, enchanted lanterns. “Take foxglove, for instance. In small doses, it can be used to treat heart conditions, mending broken rhythms with its potent touch. But too much, and it becomes a deadly poison, almost instant death. Yet, even this poisonous flower is essential for medicine when respected and understood.”

Moving through the field, advicing Lyanna to follow her, she knelt by another plant, its dark berries gleaming ominously in the morning light. “This is belladonna,” she continued, “used in tiny amounts to relieve muscle spasms, to soothe and heal. My people even use it to widen their pupils by injecting the juiced directly into their eyes, as it helps them to see better while hunting in the night. But its berries can be fatal to those who consume them.” Solveig met her blue gaze towards Lyanna again, her eyes meeting hers, imparting the gravity of her words. “Some plants can be easily confused, like wild parsnip and hemlock, each a doppelgänger to the other, one life-giving, the other life-taking. And the typical bitter taste of a plant can be easily masked, cloaked in honeyed deceit, making them even more dangerous. Remember, the dose makes the poison.”

As the three women continued their gathering, the field became more than a simple meadow. It was a place of learning and connection, a classroom of the earth where each flower told a story, whispered secrets, and taught lessons of balance and respect. “What you have to get out of the habit of thinking is not to discount the lethality of beauty. It's the way with plants, just like with people. What would be the fun in desiring it instantaneously and without delay?” Solveig chuckled somewhat wryly towards Lyanna before she resumed her work. Each bloom was a dual symbol of life and death, of beauty and peril, a reminder of nature’s intricate dance and the essential role of even the most dangerous flowers in healing and medicine.