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[brytnoter]

earthspark spoilers episode 16

megatron brings up an old photo and

..... KNOCKOUT??????????

[cedarboots]

Crane Wife AU chapter 1 is up!

[anessthetic]

happy new year everyone :]

[arahabakix]

両面宿儺;

for @queenrojpag

happy birthday itz (*≧︶≦))(￣▽￣* )ゞ

[canisalbus]

I'm sure you get loads of these but heck I said I'd give it a shot anyway!

Your artwork is so inspiring and beautiful. I recently graduated from art school with a degree in Animation Production but I've decided I'd love to be an illustrator some day. Your work really motivates me and gets my brain juice buzzin. Keep it up!!!

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[dushpshpsh]

Oh no, I posted almost all my old demon art..

[lovelyonism]

"Black and red are the colours of a Targaryen, your grace. - she says. - There is no surprise to be had at my choice. Yours, however, was most peculiar. I did not know you to be so fond of green before."

The Black & the Greens by @sweetestpopcorn

Click for the best quality.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🌸 !!CHAPTER SEVEN POSTED!! 🌸

Title: Four Walls

Tags: slow burn, domesticity, friends to lovers, smut, pining post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

[palestporn]

Gamzee: Be bad at your job

If you learned any one thing all the sweeps you've been here, it's how it's not your business to lose your shit. It's your business when the emperor comes in losing his shit, to chill him out and settle him down--if he ever wanted. And it's your business to be chill and let him make you chiller, if he ever fucking wanted.

What happens isn't that.

Kind of starts that way, with "man, who even knows what he's thinking, he's got his own business--" ears down and voice soft like it should be, except when you say, "I dunno, when I was eight he called me up off the beach to his hive," one of the thoughts you had handled under the sopor jumps back up like a laughsassin and stabs you right behind the horns. The bad thought, which is what if dad's still looking for me and the worse one, which is of course he's not, you dumb motherfucker.

Your claws are too dull to cut in when they dig in on his leg, but they catch on a plate of armor and squeeze until your fronds ache.

His hand is still on you; the longer you talk, the stranger he looks at you, not suspicious and demanding anymore, not blushing and confused. Just staring, taking you in like he doesn't know what you are.

"--He saw something and that motherfucker looked at me like I painted up and told him to tell me a joke and he just, fucking, put me away--" you catch yourself too late, bite the growl back and wince in guilt. You wouldn't get culled, for the prayers you make--the weak and scattered mirthful church can't make even a growl of a threat anymore. But law not leaned on is still a law when it counts. You've been well schoolfed how here, in the hive of the emperor who almost died on the empire's flogging jut, you're tasked to keep it well to your motherfucking self. (Like in shame, in SHAME of us, you should've seen our heights of motherfucking glory)

"He wouldn't lock you up just for that," says the Second Coming, and waves a hand, dismissing. He narrows his fire-red eyes at you. "...What else did you say he asked you? What's your sign."

Rage comes so sudden you don't recognize its face for a second--him asking you that, him, with those red eyes just like the motherfucker who stole what you were away from you. Force of it drives you up off your knees, out of your pretty, cringing kneel where you're supposed to be--rocks his chair back how hard you sink your dulled claws into the arms of it. Feels like something's pushing and tugging at you, laughing in your horns.

"Motherfucker, I don't have one!" you say between your fangs, and you see the very motherfucking second he looks at you and sees another troll looking back at him. His eyes go wider, his hands twitch for the sickles by his sides, but he doesn't draw them. "Don't have a name, don't have a sign, don't even have fucking sopor anymore! You're asking me?! What the fuck do I know? I'm the one owed answers, motherfucker, what am I even for anymore?! Why the fuck--!"

You get just a half a second to realize you raised your voice up to yelling--see him reaching up a hand for your face, looking at you like a battle he means to win--

Then something hits you like a hive falling, and everything goes black.

--

Gamzee: Wake up.

==> Where are you? ==> Who's yelling? ==> How fucked are you?

[START OVER]

[elitadream]

Guys I'm getting SO MANY asks about this concept, Idk whether to keep my inbox open or not/hj. 😭🙇‍♀️ I sincerely enjoy all your thoughts and questions on this, but there's no way I'll be able to answer them all at this rate.

If you don't get a response from me, I want to apologize in advance and let you all know that I nonetheless read every single comment I get. And they all make my day.

Thank you. 🥺🙏💟

[dottores]

Wtf did you put on my timeline 😀

Since the history of Y/N stories, the reader ALWAYS had a backstory. I fail to see how this suddenly makes Y/N a OC. The same goes for gender. Usually in the description or first sentence you would immediately know Y/N’s gender. It’s nice to be inclusive but you can’t force the author to cater to a specific demographic.

I will admit though: I LOATHE when a author enforces a skintone onto Y/N without mentioning it in the beginning. The fact this stuff is rarely tag is pretty annoying. If authors have to tag their fanfic with “POC!Reader” to point out that reader is meant to have a ethnic background, for the love of god please do the same if the reader is meant to be interpreted as white. Nothing puts me out of a story when I envisioned a character to fit the story only to see them described as “pale, fair skinned” by the narrator several paragraphs later.

There is a really nice plugin for AO3 where it can replace pronouns and fill in the Y/N slot with an actual name. It would be nice if such a plugin existed for tumblr. Authors won’t have to give into obligations and those who feel alienated can still enjoy the work.

PLEASEEEEEE AJFHASIUDFHU IF I HAD TO SEE IT YOU GUYS ALL HAVE TO TOO. i am a firm believer of sharing is caring <3

EXACTLY, like especially for authors who do long fics or series, giving reader 0 personality/no background story is next to impossible unless you just want them to like ... be there and take no initiative in the story and just have things happen to them and for them to have no reaction to anything. like even in smut and headcanons, there are going to be little things you can pick out personality-wise, its next to impossible to just have a cardboard cut out reader for any type of fic, much less long fics/series. someone will always disagree with something <- but tee explained this all better in her long rb addition to that post

AND I TOTALLY AGREE! like they had very valid points about physical appearance and properly tagging gender, but i hate the fact that they added all of those valid points in that mess of an argument of why "x reader fics" should have no personality or background, because i felt as if it was totally taking away from that. it's two totally separate issues that they were trying to combine into one big one but just made an even bigger mess out of it.

for real! ao3's tagging system is top tier like i know a lot of people find it confusing but it's so nice to be able to filter any and everything you want or don't want.

[croziers-compass]

Could I give u mr peglar to assign a song to for that ask game.....

I have two songs I associate with Peglar. One is meant to invoke his sense of horni that I know he probably has. That would be

And the other one is more of a general personality and overall individual song:

[tackytigerfic]

WIP Snip

still working so hard on getting this finished, still slow as fuck and feeling a bit ashamed of it but i know that's just bad brain thinking. had a bit of good writing news this week too though so it's not all bad. Here's a snip from my multiverse fic where Voldemort didn't die and there's a war raging on, Wolfstar live and they raised Harry, and Draco has just rejoined the Order after seven years abroad in France. Here's a scene with good dad Sirius.

“This—“ Sirius said, waving his hands at Harry “—is what I’m talking about. One of the many things I love about you is that you just say things like this, and you mean them.” He put his warm hand on Harry’s chest. “I sometimes wonder how you've managed to stay so kind, after all you’ve been through. Your parents would love you so much, you know.” “Well,” Harry muttered, voice brusque to hide the tightness in his throat, “they’d have to really, wouldn’t they? Being my parents, and all.” “They’d love you as their son, no matter what, of course. But I mean that they’d love you as a person in your own right, Harry. You’ve grown into a man that anyone would be proud to follow.” Harry put his own hand up to grope for Sirius’s, still resting over his heart, grateful for the darkness. “You’re not following me, though. You’re with me—you, and Moony, and Ron, and Hermione, and everyone. We’re all together in this. We do this side-by-side, it’s why it works. I’m not some big leader like Voldemort set out to be. I’m just the guy who happens to be the one who has to kill him. Everything else is a team effort.” “Oh, Harry,” Sirius said, and then Harry found himself wrapped up in Sirius’s arms, face full of all that fine, silky hair, savouring the warm solid familiar feel of him for a lovely moment, before Sirius let him go again. “Now do you see why we don’t want to let you go off somewhere with Malfoy? We need you.” Harry looked up at the house, at the long dark arm of the east wing, where he knew Malfoy’s bedroom was, a low light still burning as though Malfoy wasn’t expecting to sleep any time soon. He couldn’t tell Sirius that Malfoy needed him, because Malfoy needing him was based on a secret that couldn’t be shared, even with the people Harry loved the most. It wasn’t his to tell. Instead, he reached out again until his hand met Sirius’s forearm, ropey with muscle, always so warm. “I love you, you know,” he said. High above them, at the lighted window, a shadow passed.

[alenseress]

I love when I get like reblogs like

#UEIBVFFFHJKMNBGZ??? #AAAJJKVXTKB??? #crying shitting throwing up #aaaaaaaAaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA

and the nex one is just

#👍

[lqfiles]

AAAA I LOVE THAT JISUNG IS WARMING UP TO HER<333 HE EVEN INITIATED A GAME WITH HER??? WE CHEERED! :D

HE IS GETTING USED TO HER LIKE WE JUST GOTTA SMILE INNIT!!! he might as propose to her atp like he wants her attention soooooo bad 😒