#thank u for letting me ramble i hope u have a nice day :3!!!!

[albatris]

Saw your post about rentalcar on the story share post!!! I’m intrigued tell me more tell me moreeeee

Hiii hello hi!! I'm glad it's piqued your interest :D!!!

I've been working on rentalcar for two and a bit years now, and recently finished my first draft :3 I was planning to have a second draft done and ready for betas by July but I don't think I'll get there ahaha :')

Here is a little more of a detailed summary!

Schizotypal hermit Nat Finch leaves work one afternoon, and the next thing he knows he's waking up on the side of the road covered in mud with no memory of the last nine days. All attempts to return to regular life are quickly thwarted - whatever happened during his blackout has left him morphing into something distinctly inhuman. When his new condition reaches a bloody, ravenous breaking point, a human stranger steps in: Quinn Cooper, powerful and dazzling manipulator with a cruel streak, here to mitigate the damage and offer Nat safety under their wing... as long as Nat does exactly what he's asked and doesn't ask questions.

The story in book one is mostly Nat trying to solve his little mystery (What Happened During His Blackout And Why He Got Vampired) while slowly uncovering the grim secrets Quinn is hiding. Book one mostly lays the groundwork and foreshadowing for my "vampirism as a condition is sentient and just one giant hivemind spread through many people" worldbuilding, while books two and three explode it open and explore it properly :3

Other MCs include Alex, rigidly moral vampire lawyer having ten existential crises at once, Yvonne, cheery video game fanatic full of barely-contained simmering fury (she works customer service, you get it), and Zeke, romance novelist by day and vampire hunter by night, who desperately needs to stop burning herself out every other week and practice some self-care.

:3

[spideyriki]

Oiiiii I’ve been following you for a while and I finally got the guts to send a request 0_0

If you’re okay with it could you please write about sub!jake as your roommate and him being a virgin but also the biggest pervert and how he secretly used your underwear to get off and kind of waxing you until one day you catch him in the act and take his virginity?

If you don’t like it you can change it to your liking or just ignore it

Ty in advance <3

if you want to

pairing: jake x reader

content: virgin!jake, soft sex, dacryphilia, panty stealing, nicknames, just a littleeee 🤏🏻 bit of degradation but not really reader js calls jake something sorta mean (+ lmk if i missed anything)

w. count: 2k+

a. note: hi anon n everyone!! sorry for disappearing for over a month but thank u so much for requesting n im so so sorry cause this is crazy overdue. hope you don't mind but i changed the roommate part and the watching reader part, i'm sorry i'm not into those things :(( n this was actually meant to be hard dom reader but i let the gentle demons win. nyways sorry for rambling here n feedback is appreciated, love u guys my lovely readers <3

you and your boyfriend, jake, have been living together for awhile now. everything was amazing and you were really pleased with the way the both of you managed to split chores without an issue.

jake was incharge of doing the laundry and recently, you've noticed some of your lace panties have gone missing. you were going to ask jake about it but it often times just slipped from your mind.

until, one night, you came home from work. calling out to him as you usually would when you arrived home, puzzled when jake hadn't immediately run up to you like he usually would.

making your way to your shared bedroom, you noticed the door was left slightly ajar, entering the room only to be greeted with an amazing sight.

the both of you haven't gone all the way yet but you have been intimate together before but the sight you witnessed was just breathtaking.

before you, jake was on all fours as his fist held your missing panties tightly around his flushed cock, moving at an amazing pace, his head lolled back as he chased his orgasm. quietly, you made his way behind him, his loud pants masking the sound of your footsteps.

"i've been looking for those."

jake jumped when he heard your voice, craning his head around quickly as his big eyes stared up at you, halting his ministrations.

immediately, jake grabbed the duvet in an attempt to cover bare body, stammering out rushed apologies. your cold hand rested on jake's chest to stop him from covering himself.

"that's not very nice, is it, jakey? stealing my panties.", you coo.

"i-i'm really sorry, y/n.", jake rushed out, tears springing up out of the corners of his eyes.

your gentle hand travelled up to his eyes and wiped the tears off his red blotchy face, your gaze heavy as you stared him down.

"what should i do with you, puppy? should i tie you up and leave a vibrator on your cute little cock? bend you over and spank you? hmm? what do you think you deserve, jake?"

his hard cock leaking another dribble of precum at your words. jake's fisted your panties tighter, catching his bottom lip between his teeth out of nervousness.

your hand tapped his flushed cheek gently at his silence.

"answer me.", you barked out.

a whimper left jake's mouth as another set of tears began to fall from his pretty eyes at your mean tone. slowly, jake shook his head in answer.

"no? i shouldn't punish you even after you've acted like some stupid bitch in heat?"

jake surpressed a cry, as he shook his head again in agreement, holding back more tears.

"then? should i just let you fuck me instead, puppy?"

at that, jake nods vigorously. unsatisfied with his silence, you quirk up a condescending brow at him. jake blinked up at you, flushing further when he realises what you're asking for.

"y-yes please, please let me fuck you, y/n.", jake squeaked out.

your gentle fingers caressed his cheek after deeming his response satisfactory, turning around facing your back to jake.

"undress me."

jake's shaky hands made his way to the zipper of your dress, gingerly pulling it down and watching as your bare skin slowly gets exposed to him. you shrug of the sleeves of your dress, before peeling it off your body.

you turn back to face jake, who was sitting awkwardly on your shared bed, his glossy eyes staring up at you as he waited for you to instruct him. reaching out, you take hold of his wrist and guided it to run over your body.

"don't be shy, sweet boy. it's just me.", you said in a sultry tone, reeling in the way his hands trace over your sensitive skin, goosebumps arising over the expanse of your torse as your nipples began to harden.

you pull down your panties as jake's hands fumbled around with your bra clasp, struggling to undo the garment. a giggle leaves your lips as his eyebrows furrow in concentration before you reach behind and unclasp it yourself.

jake's mouth fell agape, his eyes stayed trained on the dips and curves of your beautiful figure as you stood bare before him, a smile etched across your face at jake's adorable expression before his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

the feeling of the covers being pulled off his body snapped him out of his trance, your eyes trailed down to look at how jake's poor little cock was so so hard and had leaked all over his abdomen.

your legs straddled jake's lap, the way your damp core pressed up against him nearly made jake go light headed. his hands rested on your hips as he leaned up to kiss you, shivering at the feeling of your boobs pressing up against his chest.

the kiss you both shared was wet and messy, the urgency evident as jake grew needier by the second. your tongues danced together as your hands circled around his shoulders and his rested awkwardly on your hips.

as you slowly pulled away, a string of saliva breaking apart from the distance between your lips. his eyes fluttered open, only for them to gravitate towards your breasts.

you leaned into his ear and whispered, "taste them, sweet boy."

his mouth was around your hardened nipple, hesitant at first before he was eagerly sucking the bud. your fingers made it's way to his soft hair. you let out a moan as his teeth nibbled around your tit, tugging at his hair which elected a whimper from jake.

as the feeling of your core grew frustratingly wet, you decided to properly lay on the bed, guiding jake to loom above you.

"may i touch you down here, jakey?"

"yes, please.", jake shyly answered you.

as the feeling of your soft fingertips came into contact with his achingly sensitive cock, jake let out a loud moan as his head feel back, tears brimming his eyes.

"s-so good.", jake moaned out.

your fingers moved agonisingly slow as your thumb smeared precum all over his slit, only for more to spurt out, a small mewl sounded from jake as your hands moved downwards to fondle with his balls.

deeming jake ready, you laid back further and spread open your legs. your wet folds glistening from the light of the room as your entrance fluttered around nothing, urging jake to touch your core.

"go on, jakey. fuck me like you wanted to, sweet boy.", you urged him.

jake's hands held your thighs as he aligned his cock to your entrance, his face flushing a deep red as his lip was caught between his lips. jake took deep breaths from his nose. though, you quickly held his wrist as you took notice of his eyes watering.

unlike earlier, jake genuinely looked a little worried, so, you quickly stopped him before sitting up to look at him properly.

"jake, what's wrong, sweetheart? we don't have to do anything if you don't want to.", you said softly as you caressed his back soothingly.

jake's big eyes looked up at you, holding back tears.

"i've never... haven't..", jake's sentence trailed off.

your brows furrowed in confusion as you processed what jake was saying, eyes blinking in realisation.

"...jake, are you a virgin?", you questioned him.

at your words, jake's lips wobbled as he hesitantly nodded and he looked seconds away from tears, quickly, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you.

"it's okay, jakey. don't worry, we don't have to do anything."

"n-no!", jake rushingly cut your words. "i w-want to do this... but i just don't know how to.", jake continued, timidly looking down at his hands.

you gently took hold of his face to look into his beautiful eyes, giving him a soft smile. leaning down, you pressed a small kiss on his lips. slowly, you flipped him over to lay on his back as your lips slotted between his once again. unlike the kiss you both shared earlier, it wasn't rushed or urgent but it was passionate and full.

"can i ride you, jakey?"

jake nodded eagerly at you, however, at his lack of words, you pulled away.

"words please, sweet boy.", you whispered to him.

"y-yes please fuck me.", jake breathed out.

placing one last kiss on his lips for good measure, you took hold of his full member and aligned it with your soaking entrance, you looked up into jake's eyes as you finally sunk down on him.

you let out a deep breath at the feeling of his thick cock filling up your tight pussy, his prominent veins rubbing against your insides so deliciously as your hips stilled to make sure jake was ready for you.

at the feeling of your pussy enveloping him, jake had to use every power in him to not cum into you right then and there. jake's head immediately rolled back into the soft pillows and his eyes clamped shut, his hands pawing at your hips as if to ground himself. slowly his eyes fluttered open to look at you.

the way you smiled down at him was enough to make him go crazy.

at the sight of jake blushing, your fingers reached down to run through his hair. "you okay there?", you asked teasingly, tilting your head slightly. jake mewled at the feeling of your hands running through his locks as he nodded.

a few moments passed before you deemed jake ready, slowly you rolled your hips foward to see how he would react.

jake let out a hearty moan at the sensation. his eyes shutting closed once again as he got lost in the feeling. taking that as a good sign, you began to thrust down onto his length.

your hips carried you up to bounce on his dick, your boobs jumping with your thrust. your warm walls stretching as his cock burried itself deeper inside you, beginning to kiss at your cervix. glancing down, you take notice of how jake's large cock was bulging against your lower abdomen with each thrust.

"look at how big you are, jakey.", you cooed out.

jake made the mistake of looking down to your lower abdomen where he could see the way his cock throbbed inside of you as you grinded into him, his mind reeling at the way your cunt was so tight around him.

the familiar feeling of his tightening core was getting harder to hold back as he looked down a little more, only to be greeted with the sight of his dick disappearing into your tight wet hole.

pretty tears continued to cascade down his cheeks, "please so close!", jake all but screamed out to you.

your fingers took hold of his hands that were holding onto your working hips, interlocking them together as you leaned down to capture his lips.

"let go for me, jake.", you whispered against his lips.

that's all it took for jake to cry out as his hips snapped up into you, squeezing his eyes shut as his cock released his warm cum deep inside you. praises fell from your lips as he emptied himself into your cunt.

as he came down from his high, a whine escaped him as you continued to ride him, increasing your pace as you chased your own orgasm. you cooed at him softly, "just a little more, sweet boy.", you let go of one of jake's hand to massage at your clit.

finally, the coil in your stomach snapped, squirting your juices all over his dick. at the combined feeling of your cunt tightening around him and the way your cum coated his dick, jake couldn't help the moan that left him as he released into you again.

your movements slowed down before it finally came to a halt, as you leaned down to capture jake's lips in yours, lifting yourself off his softening cock, your pussy dripping cum onto the bedsheets.

immediately praises fell from your lips when you parted from the kiss as you rested your head on his chest.

"thank you for letting me be your first, my love."

©spideyriki 🍉

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crushed 19

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: it's hump day, let's get humped.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like my dog loves belly rubs (that’s a lot). Take care. 💖

Jonathan doesn’t drive you back to your building. Instead, you walk with him through the halls to his condo. You stop outside the door as he slips the bags up to his wrist and unlocks the door. He holds it open and waves you inside. 

You enter, rubbing your arm nervously. It’s been a long day. A long few days. You’re exhausted. You catch a yawn in your hand as you hug yourself with one arm and peer around. 

“I’ll have to go into the office tomorrow. Can’t be avoided much longer,” he explains as he puts the bags on the side table, “you will stay here. To be safe.” 

“Oh, uh, right,” you sway back and forth as you press your palm to the side of your neck, “um, I don’t mind--” 

“I mind,” he interjects, “I can’t trust that animal not to act as what he is. Darling, you must think, yes? Learn from your mistakes. We both know he’s dangerous. I wouldn’t put you in such danger and I would hope you wouldn’t walk right into it.” 

“I know, I wasn’t... I just... I wouldn’t want to impose,” your eyes drift away meekly, “that’s all.” 

“Impose? Have I not made my feelings clear?” He approaches you, brushing his knuckles up your arm, “I cannot get enough of you, fawn.” 

You smile but it’s hard. You feel weak. The day is only half done and you could keel over. He brings his hand up to cradle your cheek, “what is it?” 

“Just tired,” you shrug. 

“Mmm, how about... I’ll run you a nice hot bath. You can relax. We’ve done rather much today... you have been through even more,” he gives a doleful look, “you let me worry for everything. All will turn out, I’m certain.” 

“I guess,” you purse your lips. It’s easy enough for him to say. He still has a job, you’re not so sure you do. 

“Darling,” he brings a bent finger under your chin, tiling your head, “I will take care of you.” 

Your lips part but you quickly close them. You don’t want to argue right now. You don’t want to point out that everything is still fresh and new. Or that he might not feel the same in a month or two. Or a year. Especially if you’re unemployed. 

One day he’ll see how worthless you are. 

“So let’s get that bath going,” he bends to kiss your forehead, “I’ve some bath salts which may help ease the tension. I’ll light a few candles...” he rambles as he turns and strides down the hallway. You follow after him reluctantly, as much as the bath sounds nice, you already feel like a burden. 

You stand in the doorway as you watch him remove his jacket and roll up his sleeves. He fusses over the tub as of you’re not there. The water spills out into the deep porcelain basin and he stands. He turns and gestures to a towel on a silver bar. 

“That is clean,” he says before he opens the tall cupboard near the sink, “bath salt... rose.” 

He reads the canister before he uncaps it. He turns to add a sprinkle to the water, the floral aroma rising with the steam. He sets it aside and beckons you into the bathroom. You cross the tile as you play with the hem of your shirt. 

He brushes past you and you turn to watch him go. You face the tub again and pull up your shirt. You let your pants slip down your legs and as you straighten, you hear him return. He places a three-wick candle on the ledge above the tub and lights it. 

He looks at you, his eyes roving up and down, and he smirks, “I’m almost tempted to join you, darling, but alas, I do have a few things to tend to.” 

“That’s... okay,” you murmur, hugging yourself as you stand in panty and bra.  

He scoffs, “why are you playing shy, eh?” He nears and tickles along your collar bone, sending a shiver through you. 

“I’m not, I’m... cold,” you lie and turn your attention to the tub. 

“Mm, if you need any help warming up,” his fingers flutter up your neck before he retracts his touch, “should you need me, you need only call my name, fawn.” 

“Alright,” you eke out. 

You wait until he’s past you but don’t check to see if he’s gone. You strip down the rest of your clothes and near the tub. You lift your legs over the edge and sink into the water. You sigh as the warmth seeps into you. 

You close your eyes as the water continues to lap down by your feet. You try to let the tension out. You’re thinking too much.  

💔

You button up the shirt Jonathan left for you. You still feel uneasy as you slip into bed but you’re too tired to care. You might be invading his space but he doesn’t seem to mind much. Besides, the hot water has finished you off. You just want to sleep forever. 

Your eyes roll back and you hide from the world. It doesn’t quite fade away, still vaguely present on the other side of your eyelids. That hazy itchiness settles in your head but the fog just won’t thicken to darkness. You’re awake, barely, kept conscious by the nerves rattling in your chest. 

In your stupour, you remain vaguely aware of your unusual surroundings. Despite the threat that lingers on the other side of the walls, you can’t help but miss your apartment. It’s the first space that was truly your own. All that’s ruined.  

You hear a dulcet tone, a low hum that’s soothing a much as it is stirring. You roll onto your side and grumble, peeling open your eyes as your ears prick. Jonathan’s voice precedes him into the room. You blink at him from the bed, curled up under the blankets as your warmth keeps you in place. 

“Yes, I will have her there, never you worry,” he says breezily, “mm, yes, I’ve the time. I’ll add it to my calendar. Shouldn’t be any issue.” As you watch him, he meets your gaze and his brows flick up as he grins, “thanks, Eugenia, can’t wait. Yes, you have a wonderful night.” 

He pulls the phone away from his ear and you recognise the case and the cracked protector. It’s yours. What the heck? You sit up and reach instinctively for him. 

“Hey, that’s my phone,” you accuse. 

“Yes, it was ringing and I thought you asleep. It was only your mother,” he drops the phone on the bed next to you. “I could hardly answer between messages from that pest you call a neighbour.” 

“What?” You grasp the cell and slide it closer. 

“She only wanted to confirm the time for the engagement party next weekend. You can wear one of your new dresses,” he explains as he goes to the wall mirror and checks his reflection, smoothing his hair before he unbuttons his collar. He works a path down the row and the fabric slackens around his shoulders. “I’ve made certain to make record of each message that creature sends. We may just need to consult authorities.” 

“Colin? I—I blocked him.” 

“Please do not say his name. It’s absolutely hideous, isn’t it?” He faces you as he shrugs off his shirt. “It seems he has found an alternative, that chit he keeps around.” 

“Ally?” You wonder. 

“Mmm, is that her name,” he drones as he dumps his shirt into the hamper. “Well, we needn’t worry about them much longer.” 

He continues to undress as you pull yourself up against the pillows. Things just keep happening and you can’t keep up. You look up as he wears nothing but his short cotton boxers and nears the bed. You peek down at your phone and put it on the night table to right of the bed. 

“I do think you should call your landlord and give notice sooner than later,” he climbs onto the foot of the bed. 

“Notice?” You echo in confusion, “why--” 

“You cannot go back, darling, it’s not safe,” he tugs at the blanket, pulling it away from your body, “I cannot in good conscience let you return.” 

“But I—we can just let things mellow out, right? Colin will get over it--” 

“I told you,” he grabs your ankle, “do not utter his name at me.” 

He pulls you so you fall flat on your back. You throw your arms out and gasp as your head bounces onto the mattress. He separates your legs and perches between them. You lift yourself on your elbows, breathless, and stare at him. 

“I can’t stay forever--” 

“Did I ever say that?” He challenges, his blue eyes blazing up at you. 

“No, but--” 

“I understand things have escalated quickly, fawn, but we will figure it all out. I will be certain to clarify everything at the office, let them know it was simply not your doing,” his eyes cling to your face and narrow before slowly descending. 

He glides his hands up your legs, crawling closer on his knees. He slides his touch beneath the loose shirt and tickles your naked skin. He sends a chill through you that speckles hotly. He feels your body, running his hands up and your torso as you quiver. 

He slips his hands above the fabric as he kneels between your thighs. He unbuttons the shirt to your belly button, unveiling your chest and bending to dote on it. He cups one side as his mouth explores the other; nipping and nuzzle. You let out a pathetic noise as you cradle the back of his head. 

You arch your back as his warmth draws you in and chases away your doubts. His long fingers soothe you and his intensity overpowers you. As much as this man has you uncertain, you cannot resist him. It feels nice to be wanted even if it isn’t who you wanted. 

💔

Once more, you fall asleep in the afterglow of Jonathan’s attentions. How easily he can obfuscate your fears and doubts. How his touch can so easily distract you from the things that might keep you awake.  

The weight of his arm settles over you, holding you to him, his hard long body coiled around yours. He keeps a leg curled between yours as his hot breath seeps into your scalp. You’re content, you’re safe. 

Your sleep is only disturbed as he untangles himself carefully from you. You don’t rouse entirely, clinging to the pillow and dregs of fatigue. He tucks the blanket under your figure and the bed shifts with the absences of his weight. His scent lingers behind him. 

You sink back down and fall flat on your back, spreading out across the mattress. The late night lull settles over you, lulling you down as the distant drone of Jonathan’s lilted voice further coaxes you. You moan through your slumber and roll onto his side, longing for him to return. 

You blink and the blue digits of the clock have changed. Twenty minutes and he’s still not back. You shiver and flutter your eyelashes, rubbing your cheeks as you force yourself awake. You sit up dizzily, you can still hear him. 

You shimmy to the edge of the bed and stand. You hug yourself as a shiver washes over your naked flesh. The button-up is lost somewhere in the bedding. You put your feet down softly as you pad across the room, following his timbre as it come between sharper tones. 

You creep out into the hall, a bluish glow drawing you in. You follow the cool hardwood to the front room and hide in the dim as you squint. Jonathan has his phone in hand, the screen alight as his profile is limned in its shine. He watches it intently as you recognise the voice chirping from the speaker. 

“That’s so lovely, dear, hope we can see you soon,” his mother chimes. 

You waver on your feet. Oh, you shouldn’t listen. 

“Will she be coming?” His father’s gristly accent comes through. 

You pause before you can back up. Jonathan clicks his tongue, “yes, I think so.” 

“Jon,” his mother titters, “oh, that’s so exciting! That’s... big.” 

“Eh, yes, don’t think you ever let us meet one of the birds,” he father chides. 

“Father, she’s not... don’t call her that,” Jonathan rebukes. 

“I’m teasing, yeah?” The elder Pine chortles, “you’re gonna have to warn her about us. If that place has made you so soft, I shouldn’t want to scare the girl.” 

“Father,” Jonathan utters once more, “she’s... not... She’s perfect.” 

His mom squeals and giggles. You gulp and press yourself against the wall. What is he talking about? He’s talking about taking you somewhere. To his home? That’s a far way. Something he should probably ask you first. His mother is entirely correct; that’s big. His compliments cannot counteract the shock of his one-sided decision. 

You sidle along the hallway, careful not to place your feet too heavily. As you near the bedroom, your elbow hits the frame and the thump casts silence through the apartment. Shoot. 

You peer toward the front room and see Jonathan’s shadow closing in. He must have heard your misstep. You quickly flit into the room and ease into the bed. You pull the blankets over you and turn your back to the door. Your heart is racing. 

You sense him in the doorway, watching you. Silent. 

“Everything okay, son?” His father asks. 

“Yes, it’s... fine,” Jonathan answers, “I’ll let you go. Wouldn’t want to wake her.” 

“Oh yes, get some sleep,” his mother insists, “love ya.” 

“Night, son.” 

Jonathan crosses the room and you hear his phone meet the table on his side of the bed. The mattress dips as he climbs in and pulls the blanket over himself, nestling in close to you. He sighs and hums as he hugs you to him once more. 

You lay, frozen and silent, praying he can’t feel your pulse. 

“Did I wake you?” He whispers and kisses your crown. 

You force a groan from your throat and feign grogginess, “hmm, oh, no...” You wiggle into the mattress and yawn, putting your hand over his. 

“Back to sleep, darling,” he purrs as he nuzzles you.  

[sakasakiii]

hi!!! how long does an average panel of one of your comics take??

i love your work so much!! it got me into silmblr hehe

HI NONNIE!!! thank u sooooso much for checking in and for ur lovely ask! it means a lot to hear that my silly ol scribbles were what introduced u to the glorious landscape that is the tolkien fandom! on tumblr no less!! i hope you stay a real long time, and have a blast while you're at it 💖💖

now onto your question! that's some good food for thought uhhhh i can try to estimate?? its been a while but i shld have some rough ideas abt each that i can share! the time frame each comic/panel takes is highly dependent on WHAT kind of comic it is. i hv two kinds of comics I usually do: 1) full-length, and 2) goofy/4koma.

i have a few full-length comics laying about in my archive, but my most recent one/best example is Ghosts which was around uh.... 7 pages excluding the bonus panels! in terms of the process, i usually divide it into 5 stages:

Drafting: this is either the fastest stage OR the slowest depending entirely whether i know what im doing LMAO,, if i have a set idea for what i want to happen, i might get drafts done in a few hours, but if i flounder, it can take a few days 🤔

Lineart: relatively simple enough once i hv the draft down, so id say anything ranging from an hour to half a day if theres nothing else going on irl

Block colouring (main actors): there are DEFINITELY easier and more professional ways to do this with mass-selection and the lasso fill/bucket tool, but idk how to do that on SAI (my art program) so i colour everything by hand HAHA which makes the process longer.... half a day to a day?

Shading: THE WORST!!! definintely my least favourite bc i find it tedious due to all the details/prettification of elves that i am legally obliged to pour into this stage 😭😭 as a result, it can take days!!!

Background + Lighting + Final Rendering: similar to the previous stage haha it just depends on how much effort i wanna put into the final product looking nice. roughly a few days? it kind of meshes with stage 4 anyways haha

just for fun, i hope this process gif for page 6 can illustrate that 👇

these are just rough estimates, bc all in all, the time it takes so finish a page is really dependent on how free I am hahaha. Also, I usually work on full-length comics like Ghost which have more than one page all at once, which means I drafted all 7 pages at once, then did the lineart for all 7 pages at once, coloured at once, shaded rendered bla bla bla 😚 iirc, i think it took me 11 days in total to finish Ghosts before the end of June last year!

For goofy/4-koma, its usually just one page with less detailed/more cartoonish/chibi character styles so it takes a day or two days at most! again, it all boils down to how free i am hehe

YEAH SORRY THIS ENDED UP BEING AN INFO DUMP but thank you so much again for asking and letting me ramble! <3 i ended up having a lot of fun looking back on my drafts n thinking back on my processes.... theres defininitely room for improvement, but thats another worry for another day heheh 😎

[anincompletelist]

six sentence sunday :D

OH BOY I AM SO LATE TO THIS TODAY! thank you to @getmehighonmagic @kiwiana-writes @firenati0n @ninzied @sparklepocalypse @magicandarchery @affectionatelyrs YA'LL ARE AMAZING AS PER USUAL !!!!! I loved reading everything ya'll had to share :')

okay this snippet goes out to @firenati0n I adore you and probably would not already have 5k of this silly little random new wip already written if it weren't for our late night yelling over discord kshdkjsdh <3 (I owe you my LIFE for coming up with the usernames omg)

so here's a bit of what I guess we're calling the anonymous server fic?? enjoy!

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EarlGreyEnthusiast: Your ability to separate a single thought into nine different messages is quite impressive, but I can’t say I’m surprised given your handle. I’m honored you think I’m both wise and nice.  EarlGreyEnthusiast: I’m very sorry to hear that you had a ‘supremely awful’ day. Would you like to talk about it?  quadespressolover: yes  quadespressolover: pls quadespressolover: but like  quadespressolover: only if u have the time. quadespressolover: i don’t wanna be annoying and i tend to ramble  [ EarlGreyEnthusiast is typing… ] EarlGreyEnthusiast: I have time.

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OPEN TAG to anyone who has not done this already, but also -- @daisymae-12 @read-and-write- @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @firstsprinces @littlemisskittentoes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @zwiazdziarka @iboatedhere @eusuntgratie

I''m a little bit scattered today so I apologize if I tagged you and you've already posted, please let me know if that's the case so I can go read!!

I hope everyone's having a wonderful weekend and doing well! :D

xx

[valley-of-headcanons]

i love love LOVE the way u write!!! so i have a request :3 (headcanons)

it's very specific, BUT my request is: how would the bachelorettes react to finding out that the farmer used to be a very popular singer/musician before going to Pelican Town, but eventually moved into the valley to hide from their previous life and find more peace for themselves? (totally not based on my own SDV OC lmao)

if the request it's too long for u, u can choose between Haley and Abigail (my comfort characters!!)

thank u for the attention!!! have a good day and take care :3

bachelorettes reacting to your ex-stardom || headcanons

being in the limelight was fun for a while, but settling down is definitely what you needed. but how would your partner react to your past?

warning: pretty fluffy, no real warnings that i can think of <3

requested by: anon, thank you so much for the request! hyper-specific requests are my favorite, and your oc sounds so cute, you should tell me about them sometime!! anyway, i hope you liked this request, it was really fun to write!

abigail

• You and Abigail were playing video games in her room, she had bought some game about being a popstar. She was rambling on about how cool this life looks, being an artist on a big stage. You couldn't help but think about your own past, and how you haven't exactly mentioned it. You should probably tell her ... and this would be a good opportunity.

• You let out a soft laugh as she continued rambling, before casually mentioning that you used to be a popstar. “Uh huh, I bet it was suuuuper fun and you were so rich and famous, what was your popstar name? ... oh shit you're not kidding- REALLY??”

• As you explained your past, she looked on eagerly. You could see the excitement in her eyes. “Wow, that sounds so freakin' cool! Could you tell me about those experiences? I bet you had so many cool adventures, you better tell me about every. Single. One of them!”

• Abigail is a very inquisitive person, and finding out something interesting about her partner? You know she's going to be so interested, listening to every part and every story, showing a giant grin as you do so. She is so invested, you can see how much she loves you.

• Her music taste certainly did not align with yours, but she supported you as much as possible. You soon saw all of your albums and records and CDs accumulate in her bookcase, and more often than not she was humming your music. It was so sweet and endearing, she is so supportive of you.

emily

• You and Emily were sitting in her room, sitting with her pet bird and hearing it squawk. Soft conversations between you two eventually were interrupted by the tune the bird was singing. It was yours. You looked over at Emily, asking her where he heard that tune before. She said something about how he had always squawked that tune, even before Emily got him.

• You laughed softly, thinking for a moment before deciding to share this part of your past. She grinned happily, not even questioning it. “My tarot reading on my soulmate did say something about fame! The universe obviously had a plan in place for us,” she giggled softly.

• Emily honestly had no clue who you were. She didn't keep up with that sort of stuff, so she was a bit clueless. However, she was invested. “What was your life like? How was being a popstar? What kind of concerts did you perform?” she asked eccentrically.

• She was invested in your past, she always had some sort of interest in the unknown. She wanted to know you on a deep, conscious and subconscious level. Knowing this part of you only brought you two closer, and she loved it. She could feel your energies alligning.

• Emily was indifferent when it came to your past, she would've loved you regardless. She supported you in every way possible, she even dabbled in your music! She wasn't usually a big fan of this sort of stuff, but it was ... nice. It was like hearing your thoughts vocalized, it helped her understand your energy easier.

haley

• You and Haley were hanging out in her room, she was reorganizing her record shelf. You were surprised to see your own record, sitting there along with ... every single other record you've ever put out. Wow, Haley must be a big fan of your stuff ... you were really scared for how she would react.

• When you shyly mentioned your past, she looked over at you, jaw practically hitting the floor. “Wait- you're kidding! ... that makes sense timewise, they did go into hiding shortly before you arrived ... and you two do look similar ... oh my gosh, I'm dating my idol! I never would've guessed you'd move to some stupid, small town like this.”

• Although very enthusiastic about asking questions, she reeled them in for a moment. “... I admire you, I really really looked up to you, please don't look at me any differently because I'm your fan. I'll try to kind of separate that, but you're such an interesting person, before and after I found out about your past. Now please, tell me everything!” she giggled softly, taking your hands in her own as she happily listened.

• She revealed a secret of her own. She took her camera to one of your concerts on your last tour, taking so many gorgeous pictures. Her photography was beautiful and flattering, and you couldn't help but say thank you. She was embarrassed that she hadn't made the connection between you and the popstar she always admired, but she was just glad she was here with you.

• Haley was so interested, everytime you looked into her eyes it was like she was connecting the dots. She must've been a dedicated fan back then, and now she's your dedicated girlfriend. You could tell she adored all aspects of you, not just your past stardom. She also made sure to tell you each of her favorite tour and red carpet outfits you've ever worn.

leah

• Leah was working on a sculpture, however she was stuck. She was struggling for inspiration, sighing as she looked over at you. She asked what you did for inspiration, to which you thought for a moment before answering. She was curious as to what you needed inspiration for. Well ... you've gotta answer now.

• She was expecting a fun hobby, not a full blown past career. “Wow, that's really cool, hon! It sounds pretty stressful though, I agree that having a career relying on creativity is rough ... I bet that plus all the struggles of being famous didn't help,” she said, focusing every bit of her attention on you.

• “Your work must've been incredible, gaining that much popularity. Would you like to share some of it with me? I want to see what you wrote about, and your past passion. Even if you don't want to be famous anymore, if you'd like to write, I would love to listen. You can bounce ideas off of me, anything you'd like. And if you'd rather not talk about it, I understand.”

• Leah was more than intrigued by your work, and how you did it. Music was such an interesting craft in her eyes, and she loved it. She was so interested in your stories and your history. She didn't overstep your boundaries though, making sure she didn't ask too many questions. She just listened to you talk, and she enjoyed every second of it. It's her favorite hobby.

• She found her inspiration soon after, eventually ending up sculpting a peace based on your music. You were always her greatest source of inspiration, she mentioned it often. She was so in love with you, every aspect of you is so beautiful and art worthy. Even aspects of your life that you've left behind were gorgeous in her eyes, and she can't wait to see your future by your side.

maru

• Maru was sitting in the floor, working on her newest robotic creation, when you walked in. She was humming a familiar tune, but then it hit you. It was familiar because you wrote it. You let out a gentle laugh, to which she looked a bit confused. She asked you what was funny, and you thought for a moment. Well, she's gonna find out eventually. Might as well tell her.

• You sat down next to her on the floor, casually mentioning that you wrote it. She laughed, smiling over at you. “Ha ha, very funny. That song is just something I heard on the radio, I highly doubt that you wrote it, unless you're some popstar in disguise or something ... wait what?”

• As you told her about your past career, she looked on with a smile. “Wow hon, I never knew you had this side of you. Your career sounds so stressful, no wonder you wanted to come out here. Do you need to vent about anything? You know that I'm here for you, right?”

• She didn't really listen to the music you put out, it wasn't exactly her style, but she would listen to it if you asked. She enjoys listening to you talk about your past career, and likes hearing things that you've learned from the experience. She's especially interested in the technical aspect, what goes on behind the scenes of tours. Lights, sound, mics, all of the backstage stuff.

• However, she wanted to make you feel comfortable and normal, not like some celebrity. She tried her best to treat it as something normal, just another everyday career. Maru cared about you above anything, and was entirely focused on keeping you physically and mentally healthy. She would listen to you vent any day.

penny

• You and Penny were sitting in the forest, watching Vincent and Jas play, having soft conversation. You had asked Penny what her taste in music was, when she started talking about her favorite artists. Most of them were on the less popular, indie music side. However, she bashfully mentioned that she did have one relatively popular artist she listened to. You were not expecting her to mention your name.

• You weren't exactly sure how to bring this to her attention, so with a nervous laugh, you said that it was you. She tilted her head to the side, a little confused. “... Hold on, could you elaborate on that, please? I'm a little confused ...” As you told her your story, how you wanted to get away from the limelight for a little while.

• “Your music has always interested me, I've honestly been following you since the beginning of your career. I know that you probably don't want to talk about that part of your life, since you moved out here to escape it, but I'd love to talk about some of your songs with you. Your lyrics really speak to me,” she would say with a soft smile, warm and welcoming.

• She loves to analyze the lyrics of songs she enjoys, she's certainly a more lyric oriented person. So, when you agreed to sit down with her and explain the stories behind some of her favorite songs, she was enamored. She listened to every word, paying close attention and loving every second of it. She reciprocated with some stories as well, you two had a deep bonding experience through your music.

• You didn't know how much of a fan Penny was, but it was so sweet watching her learn more about you. Seeing how much she cared about your life, every part of it, made you smile. She's the sweetest, and you can't wait to learn just as much about her.

[nicosraf]

hi rafa! i finally got past my initial fear of a&m and finally read it, yay! (i really didn’t want anything bad to happen to rosier so i kept putting off the book lol) and holy fuck ur pen game is insane, the way u handled such heavy themes like grief and war and the overall body horror that plagued the characters was amazing, it’s so well done i couldn’t have expected anything less. one of my favorite parts was when the watchers first got to earth and azazel (the love of my life) had that brief conversation with naamah about birth and motherhood. it made me giggle a little bc when i was in middle school i once suggested to my religion prof (i’m a mexican catholic school survivor 💀) that god was our mother bc he made us and birthed us and it got me into so much trouble that i was forced to read the psalms every day during mass for an entire week.

this got crazy long but i just wanted to let u know that this validated the thoughts of my 13 year old self so thank u for that! i hope u have a nice day <3

hello! the rosier comment is actually so funny because i was telling someone 2 days ago that im always afraid of him coming across as a punching bag just because he suffers quiet a bit in the story. if it makes u feel better, he is mostly happy with his life in a&m (which im sure u read). He has his very sad moments (like his chapter with asmodeus) but he is mostly content with life.

Anyway, thank you so much! This means a lot to me. I'm happy you liked how I handed all those messy topics. (And I'm happy you like Azazel :') ) The scene with Naamah and Azazel is actually one of my favs! The motherhood of God is so fascinating to me. Everything about God should be feminine, but he rejects it.... It's something I wanna ramble about but I will not.

Thank you again so much again! Sending you so much as a fellow mexican and catholic school survivor :)

[unknown-jewel]

Do u have any cluck headcanons? I’m honestly so surprised seeing how little content there is of this ship

*cracks knuckles* My time has come.

I think Claire is just as anxious as Chuck, but she's a lot better at managing it. So she teaches him a bunch of different coping techniques, like different breathing exercises and stuff like that.

They have self-care dates! They'll take a whole day together just to do stuff like skin-care, manicures, washing and styling each other's hair, etc.

Speaking of, his hair is basically her favorite thing in the whole world and if they're just sitting around not doing anything she will inevitably ask if she can brush it, style it, run her fingers through it, or otherwise touch it in some way. And of course he always says yes. :3

They also have a lot of movie dates. They have very different taste in movies (Chuck likes fantasy and sci-fi adventure, and Claire likes romcoms and musicals). When they started doing these dates they said they were gonna take turns picking the movie, buuut... he usually just lets her pick. He just likes seeing her happy, okay!?

There is one type of movie they do both like, though. Disney princess movies! They have fantasy settings for Chuck, and romance and musical numbers for Claire. Everyone's happy!

Mike is their biggest supporter! He literally threw a party when he found out they finally got together. Julie ships them too, but she's a lot more low-key about it. Mike is literally just the moon from that one asdfmovie bit: "Hey! You two should kiss!"

They're both way too easy to fluster. Claire can dish it out just fine, but she can't take it at all. She'll be flirting with him like a pro, making him a blushing, stammering mess, but all he needs to do is stutter out something about how she did her makeup especially nice that day and boom, she's in the exact same boat.

Because he's so accident-prone, she starts carrying a box of bandaids with her at all times, so she can patch up any cuts and scrapes he gets.

He repays the gesture by carrying extra hair-ties for her, in case hers snaps.

Her parents love him soooo much, and start treating him like a part of the family pretty much immediately. I've always headcanoned Claire's parents as the slightly embarrassing, super affectionate types, just to paint a better picture. :3

She's a really good baker and she's always making him different sweets to try.

So. Many. Bad. Puns. Listen to me. It's 100% canon that Chuck likes making bad puns, and that Claire thinks bad puns are funny. You cannot tell me that these two are not constantly making bad puns and laughing at them like they're the funniest thing in the world and making everyone around them cringe. You cannot.

They just like rambling to each other about their interests and the new skills they've picked up recently in their respective fields. Chuck doesn't know a damn thing about sewing or fashion, and Claire doesn't know a damn thing about programming or hacking, so there will always be a point in the conversation where they lose track of what the other is saying. But they always keep listening because they love hearing each other talk about the stuff they're passionate about. <3

Thank you sooo much for this ask, anon! It made me so happy! I'm sorry it took a couple of days. A lot of these were just floating around my brain and I'd never typed them out before, so I wanted to take some time to do that and get all my thoughts organized and make sure I didn't forget anything. Hope you enjoy!

[mrskreideprinz]

happy new years friends and followers! i remember doing one of these when i first joined fanfic tumblr and i’m feeling nostalgic so i thought i’d make one since it’s been awhile and i have some (positive) things to say!!

okay here goes!! putting everything under a readmore to not clog the dash <3

@tighnarly — hi baby. my princess, cupcake, gum drop, bunny baby <3 i’m so happy and grateful to have you as my future wife and i can’t wait for the day we get married. i know i mostly post about my fictional fav (albedo :p) but you’re truly all i want and need 🫶🏻 everytime i write a fanfic i’m thinking of you and me. every word i write is a love letter to you from me. i know i’m not the best with words but i hope one day you’ll be able to see you the way i see you. trust me when i say you are the most beautiful and kind human i have ever met in my life, and i’m gonna personally fight everyone and anyone who hurts you 😗 anywaysss hehe i love you sunshine 💖🫶🏻

@neuvillettes — bestieeeeeee my bestie from the westie 🫶🏻 i’m so glad we met and connected online bc now we legit our roommates and it’s so fun 😭🤚🏻 like i legit dont know how to tell you how much our friendship means to me. ur fr that one person that just GETS me. you’re so kind and funny and fun to be around, but i also love that ur not afraid to be honest with me, especially when i need that tough love approach. i love you oh so much bestie 💖 oh and thank you for the art tablet i literally am still screaming over it hehe.

@suyacho — my beloved bestie 🫶🏻 there is no one i love rambling about my selfship thots about more than you. i love how i can talk to you about anything and everything 🥹🫶🏻 i especially love how patient and supportive you’ve been of me this year, because it meant the entire world to me. i’m so glad we’re besties and i can’t wait for the day i meet you irl 🫶🏻💖mwah ily bestie hehe me, kaeya, and albedo are smoochin u rn 💖 (platonic)

@auphelia — mootie sweet sweet mootie. it always makes me happy seeing you on the dash, and i especially smile whenever i see u in my tags whether it’s a fic or just a regular old post. i get so giddy whenever i talk to u bc u are fr one cool pal!! i’m so glad we’re mooties! and i have to say i can’t wait to see what more you write because you are very talented 💖

@fleur-de-leap — leap!! i know i am very sporadic with my messages but i legit get so happy to interact with you and even more so when i see/read ur art/writing! you’re so fucking talented in so many ways and every day it truly impresses me! when we made the server together that day it made me SO happy and i get so happy seeing i get messages from you 💖 thank you for being my friend through all these years, truly it’s been a blessing.

@shig-a-shig-ah — bestie!!!!! my BESTIEEEE 🥹🫶🏻 i hope u know u mean the entire world to me. i can’t believe we’ve been friends since the beginning of my writing journey, it’s wild! istg ONE DAY BESTIE, ONE DAY we will meet and it will be the best day ever 🥹🫶🏻 ily bestie mwah

@blkladyelle — elle!! my beloved!! it’s so nice whenever i see you on the dash, and i’m always especially happy whenever i get a dm from you! i hope you feel loved and happy this upcoming year and that it holds so much positivity for you. because fuck i need you to have a good year!!! i love you sm and wanted to let you know my dm’s are always open for you 🫶🏻💖

@nc-vb — mootie aka my fellow albedo lover i get so happy whenever i see u interact with me, and i want you to know i’m always rooting for you! you’re writing is so good and honestly you’ve been such a joy to talk to in dm’s, and you’re so easy to talk to. i hope this year good things happen to you, because you truly deserve the world bub 🫶🏻

@4izawas — bestie cas!! i know we just became mutuals but u are legit one of the coolest people on this app! ur writing is fucking god tier and you are legit one of the funniest fuckers i know 😭💖 can’t count the amount of times u’ve made me giggle from something u said 🤭 i’m manifesting that aizawa confesses his love to u this year!!! 💖

if you’re not listed here it’s purely either because i forgot or we didn’t talk too much this year. so, please don’t take it personally if i didn’t include you!! i love all me mooties 🫶🏻💖

[everythingsinred]

Natsume Is a Cat (pt. 3)

If anyone is looking at this nonsense... thanks. Isn't the world golden on our side of things? Let's get back to it, to our academic and scholarly research!

Where were we? Onto cats likes and dislikes?

Cats don't much like water. They don't care for swimming and avoid it when possible (that doesn't mean they're dirty though; cats are very good at self-grooming).

Water bugs them, after all.

But the dark doesn't! Cats have a tapetum lucidum in their eyes which lets them see in the dark, so there's nothing to fear even in total darkness.

They tend to underestimate their weight and enjoy sitting on chests if they so choose, even if the person they're sitting on doesn't like it as much.

I had to include this because my cat Phoebe does this to me every night.

But they don't really like going places. They would prefer to do nothing.

You can try to make them, but they revert back to inaction. Always.

Natsume does nothing all the time. It's his favorite thing to do.

Cats also typically dislike when they're introduced to a new cat in their home. Especially at first, they might be cruel to the new cat, but in time, they might get attached.

Cats do this often. They look at you, spot your interest, and then run, for the sole purpose of making you chase them. They do this on purpose. They like the chase. They will stop and let you pet them eventually but they need to play the game first. I'm not making this up. This is true.

And to wrap things up, I will conclude with pages I had in my folder with unclear captions that I saved too long ago and now no longer remember where I was going with them.

Titled, "catlike". I agree, but I can't explain it.

Titled, "gives cat vibes." Don't know what that's supposed to mean. He does look like a black cat here though.

Titled, "hes a cat i can tell". Very unhelpful to me. I guess it's just a vibe?

"hes a cat what do u want me to say" Well, past!Anya, I want you to say specifically where you were going with this. But I'll bite. He does seem like a cat here.

"omg just like a cat". Have no idea if this is about what Aoi is saying (misunderstood and thought of as scary, like a cat) or Natsume in the background doing fuck all. Maybe both. Either way, I agree.

And to finally finish off, let's discuss the fact that the person he gets along best with is Ruka, who has the animal pheromone alice. Unlike literally every other person on the planet, Natsume has never been angry at Ruka. He loves Ruka. He always loved Ruka. Natsume is a cat.

(This is clearly a joke. Natsume is not nice to Ruka because he's under the affect of animal pheromones. Because Natsume is a human being. But it's a funny joke. Their friendship is very clearly authentic and beautiful. Natsume is kind to Ruka because Ruka is perfect and has never done anything wrong ever, in his life.)

BONUS

Not related to cat stuff, but this one was funny:

"AND HERE COMES NATSUME WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!"

Okay I'm done now! Thanks so much for reading this silly nonsense rambling. It was fun to put together and I hope it was a fun read too! Have a great day/night. I'm very tired and this took longer than I thought it would, so I'm going to sleep. Love y'all <3

Also, in case y'all missed the first two parts, they are as follows:

Part 1. or Part 2.

[betweenthings2]

THE NEW CHAPTER. i feel like an exclamation mark. ! . im going to DIE this is the sweetest thing ever ur a god im convinced like how do u just Casually write the most romantic thing ive ever read. i need you in libraries. death and destruction may occur but nothing will kill my love for this like i am in AWE it's just so SOFT

The days fall into a rhythm of morning coffee and cigarettes on the deck, easy midday walks through the sprawling countryside, stopping to look at sheep or cows or horses and pet the friendly ones, then afternoons spent making music just for the sake of making it or watching films or reading. In the evenings, George cooks and on occasion, Matty opens a bottle of wine. Sometimes, they pass a joint, or two, back and forth in the evening, and life settles into a routine Matty's never really had. It's nice, really nice, for a while, but before long Matty begins to feel like something is missing.

okay well *distant sobbing noises*. i cant even describe what i love so much about this but its just so!!! the countryside. the cooking. the spliff. STAWP

A week later, they find themselves on the way to meet the breeder Matty found. Matty is a ball of energy in the passenger seat, rambling about how excited he is that they're going to have a puppy and how this is their puppy, a puppy that's theirs, not Matty's or George's and how it's almost like they have a little family now, Matty, George, and the puppy they've decided to name Mayhem. George lets him, a fond smile on his face the whole time.

this is the cutest thing ive ever read and i am going to start crying now. MAYHEM MENTIONED its time for me to be Insufferable about this. me and mayhem are best friends, mayhem just doesnt know it yet. anyway. they have a puppy!!!!!!!!!!!!! im about to explode pls the way youve written mattys excitement and how hes like JSJDJJWOXOWKIWOEKJEOKQKDIIWKDJWI and george is just :) next to him. obsessed

They don't end up waiting long though, and it's not twenty minutes before they’re back on the road, an excitable little ball of black fur in Matty's lap, already making it clear he's going to live up to his name.

I NEED A MOMENT AND I NEED TISSUES. im about to start sobbing pls this is So Cute i cant deal with it

George hangs back for a moment, taking a couple of discrete photos on his phone before following Matty.

i need more moments and i need more tissues. HES TAKING PICTURES im gonna actually seriously start crying. i think its like an unwilling reaction now like i see the user betweenthings2 and i start to well up in preparation. pavlovian or whatever. im obsessed and im going to die

"No dogs on the bed."

me when i lie. that dog will be on the pillow by six pm

anyway i am Obsessed with this and i want it as a scroll and a book and tattooed onto bleached leather (is that even a thing) and embroidered into a tshirt and and and and EVERYTHING. i genuinely do not think u understand how amazing u are. u convey emotion SO well that it makes my heart hurt and i really really Really hope u know it!!! best writer on the planet <3

Thank you so much!!! =)

Me, in libraries?? That's so sweet of you to say, oh my god, I don't even know what to say 💚💚

They're so soft!! To be so honest, some of this is me being a little bit weirdly nostalgic about the early lockdowns because even though everything was absolutely awful, I had no responsibilities and I love having no responsibilities, at least for a little while. I did start to go a little bit crazy, but who didn't? Who hasn't gone a little bit crazy? Fictional!M+G had to get a dog so they didn't go crazy.

Fictional!George loves fictional!Matty so much!! They're getting a puppy and fictional!Matty's so excited and fictional!George is so happy that he's happy. Everyone's so in love!

Fictional!Matty and Mayhem have the same excitement levels about things right now.

Again, fictional!George is so in love and they're so happy! They both absolutely have collections of candid photos of each other taken since they were like fifteen.

I was going to give it about a week before Mayhem was on the bed, but you might be right. All fictional!Matty has to do is ask really nicely and he gets what he wants.

Things are going to get sad again, unfortunately for poor fictional!M+G. They might be happy one day. We'll see.

Anyway, thank you so much for the wonderful compliments--you are so kind!! =)

[stellamancer]

hi hello niku i’m crawling into ur inbox bc apparently i . STILL have things to say abt bten ���😞 i just had to let u know it wasn’t disappointing at ALL to hear more abt gojo’s mindset that just makes him feel even more canon 2 me ???? niku akutami…. i revere u 🙏🙏 it feels soooo Gojo to be a Nice Guy Deep Down Actually while also. having some ulterior motive or trick up his sleeve… he can never just be Normal :// he’s infuriating but unfortunately i do….. think it’s charming…….. 👉👈 he stockholm syndromed me a while ago i think </3

ANYWAYY i just wanted to pop in and thank u again for writing such an amazing fic!! and taking the time to answer my essay!!! i had sm fun hearing more abt ur writing process n little secrets hehe. sending u lots of good vibes !!!! :3

also funny that u mentioned the witches brew bc i was literally JUST rereading it + that’s another fic where i’m like. yeahhh gojo visits this author in their dreams … they know him better than akutami does…… certified gojo hivemind moment i think

LMAOOOOOO

i'M GLAD. cuz i was thinking 'golly ari has so much FAITH in gojo' and it's like. he can be a good guy and also have Motives. god that still sounds so ominous. but yes. he has things in mind. it would be nice if he could be normal but alas, his freakishly offputting ways are part of his strange charm.

stockholm syndromed huh... i was telling willow(ser) earlier today that it's like a hostage situation with him.... because ti is.

but NO!! I REALLY!! WANT TO THANK YOU!! FOR GIVING ME A SPOT TO RAMBLE!! FOR LIKING MY FIC!! T_T i'm sorry it has worsened the gojo brainrot. he's a menace. we need to toss him in the lava pit.

ALSO YES. THE WITCHES BREW. the first gojo fic i'd read. i'm sad the writer orphaned it because. i want them to know how absolutely brilliant they are. i hope there is someone out there who tells them every day.

[spiderfunkz]

i also meant to say how pretty your blog theme is omgomggg :')) so cosy and cute!

🧸 mermaid bar - blurbs II.

strawberry picking with robin? <33

STRAWBERRY PICKING WITH ROBIN!

pairings : robin buckley x gn!reader

words : 0.5k

warnings : fluff!! been writing so much fluff lately omg... holding hands, established relationship, i think that's it? lmk if i missed any.

a/n : AA okay first of all thank you so much, i love your blog & this little blurb. also i sorta got carried away with this hehe, but sorry if it took me a bit to write soo let me know if you want anything changed!! hope u enjoy <3

it's a hot summer day in hawkins, indiana. you and your girlfriend are walking around the streets of hawkins, trying your best not to melt from the hot summer weather.

"you sure the ice cream is near by?" you asked as robin nodded. "i'm sure, i think? the last time i saw it was near this area soo." robin shrugged as you two continue the walk.

the walk continued, and continued, until you two finally stopped to take a break near a hill.

"actually, i think the shop closes at sundays." robin sighs as you gasped, "robin!" you took a seat at the bench. "i'm sorry! i thought the shop was near by, turns out it was not." robin shrugged as you nodded, "yeah, obviously."

"sorry i ruined today, i genuinely didn't mean to." robin sat down beside you. "you didn't ruin it, robs. it's okay, really." you smiled. "i feel bad though, we were suppose to be eating ice cream right now, but we are melting in the sun instead." robin replied.

you sighed a bit, thinking on what to do now. you were probably miles from your home, and walking back does not sound like the best option.

"actually, i heard there was a strawberry fields near by here." you say, "we could go to there if you want to." you offered. "yeah, yeah that be really nice!" robin smiled. "it's down the hill i'm pretty sure." you got up from the bench, grabbing robin's hand as you two went down the hill.

slowly going down you spotted the entrance of the fields. you walk towards it first as robin follows behind, "uh, i'll pay the tickets. you can take it as an apology, for literally getting us lost." robin stated. "it's fine, robs." you shook your head. "i insist, honestly it's the least i could do." robin gives you a smile as you sigh, nodding.

the two of you get the tickets and happily enter the fields, holding the basket in your arms as you walk around the fields, picking out the most perfect strawberries to bring home.

"i can think of so many things we can make out of these, strawberry ice cream, strawberry milkshakes, strawberry smoothies.. hell! we can even make cake! though i don't think i have the skills for that, i mean the last time we tried, we had a flour fight so..." robin rambles as you listened.

"we can try! i mean second tries a charm, right? at the end we did make the cake." you laughed. "we can try to make smoothies maybe? or a slushy of some-type." you suggest as she nodded.

you went on for an hour before paying for all the berries you two picked. robin decided its best to take the bus home, so thats what the two of you did. you rested your head on her shoulder on the way home to your small, cozy apartment as she rambles about how excited she is to make the smoothies.

strawberry picking with your girlfriend, oh how your so lucky.

[apthotiosis]

heyyy i see people offering you etoiles thoughts and unfortunately i don't have any that others haven't already said but i DO have Phil thoughts that i think you might appreciate ;3;

today i am thinking about how easily phil suffocates when there's nothing to do. it's not that he thrives under pressure, exactly, he definitely suffers when he's too stressed or chronically in danger, but he's built to Do something. he finds a problem and he observes and he tries to solve it: searching for Federation bases and the end of the train tracks, building Uppies in case his eggs need to hide, throwing himself into purgatory strategies. (in hc!Phil who's not constantly in danger we see him pushing himself with new and ever-growing projects mhm?)

and then when he can't do anything to Solve the problem he still has to Do something yknow? I don't think he ever expected results from lavacasting Fed headquarters, but he couldn't just sit there. He checked the anomalies for messages from his eggs obsessively even though it didn't get him anywhere any faster. He does dungeons with Etoiles to distract himself while the eggs are gone.

I think that's why the birdhouse/early EK stuff got to him so badly--he couldn't do Anything, he was only the object of other entities' actions. He starts to doubt his own convictions and agency after the birdhouse and he's a shell of himself.

anyway i'm also thinking about this because i think it's why i've found that Phil absolutely does not thrive when i put him in a modern AU. he is Not designed to have problems in a society where he has so little ability to control his environment. he has to be able to become a supervillain about it or have the weirdest hobbies imaginable otherwise he somehow gets even more anxious/depressed/neurotic than on regular QSMP. i put him in the suburbs and he starts chewing his own leg off like a fox in a trap.

thank you for coming to my ted talk i hope it was worth it but at the end of the day i just needed to say the words and thought you were most likely to enjoy them

*chant* sprout sprout sprout sprout !!!! banger of a ted talk ! i enjoyed it so very much (*¯︶¯*) phil thoughts are always just as welcome as etoiles thoughts . any and all thoughts r welcome @u@ im just not used to getting them direct to my inbox lmao

espeeecially with hc phil now going for the deep dark but making a massive project in itself , having his huge escape route (tho he did finish if sooner than he thought which , nice , but also sir , you can just set up in the cavern and have an escape tunnel down there.. but noooooo he had to bore his way to the surface -_-) . has to do something has to get the energy out , before during or after the stressful shit . the egg portraits near capitalist spawn ! r also a great example ! of stress but nowhere to put ! fuck it make Egg in protest

the birdhouse thoughts especially hurt ;-; can do nothing but eat gapples and punch walls . or tweet like a cute little burd and hope the feds let him out..

modern au phil ohhhh ! supervillain is a v cute imagine ! i always think of him in a modern au as a remote/shut in potato farmer with no internet and he has someone who Takes his potatoes to the market , he rarely goes himself . (do not ask me abt my reserve fitpac au bc it overlaps w my etoilesza farmer au and i . cant . start another story rn augh) but aaa !!! i ramble - absolutely out-there artisan phil ? love it . mb renaissance crafts phil . old ass printin press , mb forging ? but he 'got into it before it god trendy' ? leatherwork but he refuses to do like necklace thonging n shit , only makes pieces for obscure like , old farm tools or smth ! or tool handle wrapping , belt sheaths/tool belts . omg . hmhm so many options . never put him in the suburbs . goodness me . this man wil dig a tunnel system under the sewers just so he can do kickflips in peace

sprout u always make me pop off lmao ;3; thank you for the msg i loved it , i lov phil thoughts always

[maiverie]

hello <3 i finally started reading triage and i laughed too hard reading the first chap :'D i loved the chemistry jokes sm (im still finding a time to read the rest but unfortunately it's almost time for school again) you're actually my fav author here in blr !!! your writing is just so well-written and that might be an understatement bcs it's just so good ??? i think no simple words can explain how amazing of an author you are <3 like the way you deliver the words and how you let readers imagine the little scenarios you make like it's so cool <3

(sorry if this is too long but) i also came here to ask you for advice hehe. im kind of a newbie here in blr and im currently working on my upcoming series.. and im unsatisfied with my progress and found myself deleting my drafts (for abt two times already ??) and i want to know how to be more confident in my writings and how not to overthink too much yk ?? would really love to hear your thoughts on this. you're not only a good author but a good advisor too !!! thank u sm <33

hi lexine (nice to meet u !!), stopppp YOU ARE TOOOO nice thank you sooo much for taking the time out to write this??? 😭💖 firstly, thank you for reading triage and plsss nawt the bitchless chemistry jokes 😭 kidding I also giggled while writing those parts smh

and secondly, ur fav author??? STOP LYINGGG i consider that such a high honour so thank you so much 🥹💞 to have your support is one thing and to read such positive words is another, so again thank you for taking the time out of your day to leave this message because it just made my day :(

aaa please don't apologise because I love long asks the most, and yes ofc my asks are always open! I have a tendency to ramble so beware a long message is below the cut — nevertheless I really hope this helps! 🥹💞

I firstly just want to preface that I obviously do not know everything about writing and this is all truly just one opinion, so only take what resonates 🫶

I can only really speak from personal experience, but I think it's actually a really good thing that you're going back to your drafts, revising your writing, which may or may not include the process of deleting/restarting things. obviously it's a really gruelling experience to go through (bc there's nothing worse than deleting all ur hard work), but I think it's really admirable that you're thinking about your writing and putting in the effort to make it better with each draft !! personally, I am constantly writing and re-writing my drafts and as much as it literally HURTS MY SOUL to delete words/paragraphs/sometimes entire chapters, I genuinely enjoy this process — to me, that's what writing is kind of all about? I know to most people ff is really not that deep (they're not wrong, it doesn't have to be) but I think the fact you're practising deliberation, reflection and thought in your writing, word choice, characters, plot etc. etc. is really really amazing !!

personally, I would say the thing to keep in mind is that everything needs to be in moderation — I've had chapters that have literally taken me a fuckload of re-writes (I'm a big overthinker / slight perfectionist), and while I did initially enjoy the whole process of editing / re-writing / discovering how to change certain scenes etc, it was really really mentally draining and I ended up losing passion for the story in the end. just be careful that this might happen to you? to avoid this, maybe every time you've reached a block (where no matter how much you re-write something, you always seem to hate how it turns out) you should try find a different source of inspiration — whether that means thinking about your story/characters with a different song playing, or moving wherever you tend to write, or having someone brainstorm ideas with you / beta-read your fic, or take a few days off !!

out of curiosity, what don't you like about your first drafts? is it the writing or the pacing or the characters? or is it something you can't quite put a finger on? let me know and we can try think about it together !!! im also the biggest overthinker when it comes to writing (💀) but what kind of comforts me and brings my feet back to the ground is reminding myself that 1) my fics are for MYSELF (i.e. you should be writing things you would want to read yourself, not what others might want to read - bc once you make it all about other people, that's when you really start to overthink) and 2) if im gna be fr, 90% of people on tumblr, especially enhablr, only really care about ff bc they want to read about their bias (if they wanted to read well-written literature, they would probably read a published book or smth yk). in saying that, it's totally okay for your fics to be imperfect (who cares! it's fanfiction!). I think just reminding yourself that ff is just a silly little thing u do in ur spare time (for which has 0 tie to your self-value) will keep you from overthinking things and raging when things get really hard !! when it comes to confidence, I think that comes gradually in small doses (the more you write, the more confident you become in your personal style / writing likes and dislikes), but maybe some ways to feel more confident is by getting a beta reader that you trust (and will give you effective advice — one that doesn't just shower you with compliments but can give you constructive criticism in a nice way), by reading other people's work (just to see if you're on the right track; if you read other people who have written similar tropes to you, it might make you feel less scared / in the dark bc you can see how they've executed it), or by changing the font on your google doc(?) to try reset your brain and re-read your work with fresh eyes.

I hope hope hope this helped in some way, please don't hesitate to reach out again if anything needs clarification or if I didn't quite answer your question (I'm sorry if I didn't 😭) !! <333 you're welcome anytime around here hehe so best of luck with ur series AND WELCOME TO BLRRRR <3333 it sounds like you're on the right track w ur writing if you're being conscious of all these things so I wouldn't fret at all!!! <33

if it helps, I've written other writing tips here, here and here! 🫶

[elliewiltarwyn]

Top 5 memories!

i think i kind of cheated and put a couple of them in the top 5 mounts answer lol. but nevertheless! let's see what i can think of!

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5. Clearing savage raids with my static

i'll be fair and put this at the bottom because i already rambled about a bunch of them in the top 5 mounts post, but yeah, super meaningful to me. mmo raiding always seemed so out of reach in every other mmo i've played, so being able to not only challenge and conquer them in FFXIV but do so alongside friends has been some of the most rewarding feelings I've ever experienced.

4. the end of Endwalker

Endwalker MSQ in general, honestly, but the ending really put a fine point on it. I think I still would put Shadowbringers at the top, but Endwalker in general being about hope triumphing over despair just felt really salient at a time when it was really, really easy to despair over stuff happening IRL (both in society at large and individually). experiencing a story that just unambiguously unashamedly goes "hope is the most powerful force in the universe and it will win" is just. really nice.

3. attending friends' ingame wedding

i just think it's really sweet that you can do this ingame. i've been to a fair few (including my own! :V at one point, at least...) but my favorite was after a recent major advancement in the, ahem, crime technology scene, and we were just hanging out in discord and playing Among Us before the ceremony before actually going and seeing the super-cute ingame ceremony "as we see ourselves" and the whole thing just really felt like we were having an actual party. it was a good night.

2. Dark Knight 50 and 80 quests

still some of the most emotionally powerful moments in the whole game, and both resonated deeply with me, and maybe even helped me come to terms with parts of myself IRL?? when i was watching my best friend play through 50, there was a moment after the end where we both just sat there in silence and he eventually said "Damn, how do you even follow that up? Where do you go from there?" and the writing finds out ways of course. especially in Shadowbringers. but damn, if that ain't a mood. plus I'm a sucker for evil/dark twin/clone shit. >.> and turning that into "it's just you, trying to make you love yourself in the ways you never let yourself do before" was, again, kind of salient.

Patch 5.3 day

5.3 was the first time I was caught up and able to experience the new content on the same day as everyone else. i had also just managed to cap out DRK on Ellie, meaning she was finally the canon job I had decided for her. so going into the new MSQ content on that day, completely unspoiled, experiencing that part of the story alongside everyone else, as my canonical self, and ending up main tank-ing the Warrior of Light trial who is basically an encapsulation of all the heroic imagery across the entire damn Final Fantasy series... i've had emotionally meaningful moments that got to me in other games before, and some of them mean even more to me than this. but experiencing that tidal wave of emotions in that way alongside people just as into this shit as I was... i'm not sure anything else will ever hit in quite the same way again.

(it was also the day where, after I had finished the MSQ bit and just went to some random place to hang out and process it all, i got recruited into the FC where i met most of my ingame friends with whom I'm still friends today, so it was also a good day in that sense too ;u;)

thanks for the ask @sasslett!! i made it extremely emotional and sentimental and i'd apologize but i'm pretty sure that was exactly your goal :P