#thank you anon! 💗

[feralgodmothers]

Ship ask. 11 x River.

I love love LOVE the concept of them so much, but I feel like Moffat really dropped the ball on that one.

They had the potential to be so heartbreaking, deep, cool, and tragic, and I have no doubts that Matt and Alex could have carried that. But onscreen, it felt like we were given almost nothing and it could have been so much more.

I feel like the fans had to twist and bend to pick up fragments of scenes just to piece together the ship and it shouldn’t be like that. It should have been able to shine through more in the narrative and I’m bitter about it. 💔😔

[secrettastemakerland]

My favorite fanfic you wrote is Just Like a Movie

my dear anon you truly are the definition of god gives his toughest battles to his bravest soldiers 😔

Just Like A Movie is probably the world's most work in progress in the history of wip-dom. That being said, here are unpublished bits that I wrote forever ago.

Uncle Neji moment

"Neji-ojisan! Stop moving! I'm trying to turn you into a princess." Himawari complained to her uncle as he kept squirming around and placed another heart shaped barrette in her masterpiece.

Neji sighed as Hanabi snickered behind her phone. "I apologize, Hima-chan. Please continue."

Hinata entered the living room, placing the nail polish bottles on the coffee table that was in the middle of the room. She smiled a tight smile before delivering the bad news. "I have to go. They moved the date of the shoot to today."

Once the words were out of her mother's mouth, Himawari had stopped braiding Neji's hair. Her mom had to go? Now? She had planned on giving her space buns! Yes, they were gonna be lower than normal space buns with her mom's short hair and all but she was still gonna do them! As much as she wanted to spend time with her mom, she couldn't exactly just ask her to skip out on her work.

Could she?

No, the girl thought. She couldn't.

Narudad moment

"So. Karin tells me that you're a fan of my movies?" Naruto smirked and nudged his son's shoulder. As a famous actor, the man had a fairly large fanbase but knowing that his son, someone whom he hadn't seen in forever, was a huge fan of his acting made his heart flutter in excitement.

Boruto blushed and looked away. He had fanboyed about Naruto's acting to his aunt in confidence! He would have never told her if he knew she was gonna tell his dad. The boy finally managed a mumbled "yes" that caused his dad to beam in happiness.

"Which one's your favorite?" The man asked, happy to have found common ground with his son, even if it involved his career.

"Rasengan," the chibi responded proudly. He watched that movie so much that he was (at least 99%) sure that he could recite it word for word.

"That was a fun one to shoot! I remember that Shikamaru threatened to stop paying for lunch when I kept showing up late." He chuckled at remembering the look his usually stoic manager had when he came back from Hima's play rehearsal after a missed meeting. "Fun times, fun times."

Boruto sweatdropped. He never thought that someone that was supposed to be so cool was so… lame. "What's your favorite movie?" he asked, trying to bring the topic back to something he knew.

"Oh! My favorite would have to be..." he paused in thought trying to rid Shikamaru's face of disappointment from his mind, hand on his chin. "Shadow Clones."

Boruto's nose wrinkled in confusion. He didn't know that one.

Naruto's eyes widened in excitement. "You don't know that one? We could watch it if you want?"

[fenharel-enaste]

Assumption: you have pets🐱

Unfortunately I don't because my brother is sooooo allergic 😭😭 But I'd love to have both cats and dogs in the future 💗

[bleach-your-panties]

OH BET! For the smut prompt game and because of reasons, what about Amajiki and “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

Thank you for this request, anon-chan!

Prompts here and here. 18+ MDNI.

A shiver ran through your overstimulated body at the feeling of Tamaki’s sharp nose poking at your jugular.

His arms held a tight grip around your waist while his canines grazed over your collarbones.

Your sweat-slickened bodies were so close together, warm and sticky from your multiple combined orgasms.

Pussy spasming around his long, slender cock that was still shoved deep inside of you, already hardening again just from tasting your flesh against his hungry tongue.

“T-Tama..babe..” You tried to wedge yourself out of his hold, but Tamaki was having none of that. He only gripped you tighter and began bouncing you along his cock once again.

You threw your head back against his shoulder with a loud moan and fisted a thick clump of his dark blue locks in your hand.

That only made him whimper and moan louder than you had. He loved when you were rough with him.

One muscular arm loosened from your waist only for two slender fingers to slide down your belly towards your pulsating button.

“So wet for me, bunny. You're such a good, slutty girl. Cumming over my cock and fingers so many times, making a mess of our bed.” 

He circled those expert fingers around your clit in a face-paced circle motion while thrusting harder, making your thighs slap against his. It was so loud, hot, and downright erotic.

“Oh, Tamaki, fuck!” 

He angled his dick right against your spot and before you knew it you were gushing over him again, your eyes seeing nothing but a blanket of black as you slumped down against his chest.

His dick slipped out of your hole and plopped against your thigh with a wet squilch. Tamaki had been stuffing you full for the past two hours at the very least. You didn't even know how you were still conscious at this point.

“Tama…we’ve been at it like rabbits! How are you still horny?!” 

The indigo-eyed male’s cheeks flushed crimson along with the rest of his normally pale, milky skin. 

In apology, he began peppering soft, wet pecks across the expanse of your neck and shoulders.

“P-probably because of the rabbit meat s-stew that you made for dinner…” 

Your pupils blew wide at the realization.

“Oh…oh…You're right…”

[soracities]

hello!! i was wondering if you or any of your followers had favorite poems about spring? i am writing a letter to a friend and wanted to enclose one to her, thank u for any help!!! love ur blog and all the energy u bring to this site!!

e.e. cummings is great for spring and an absolute Spring Poet™ to me, a few i love:

"[when faces called flowers float out of the ground]"

"[who knows if the moon's]"

"[spring is like a perhaps hand]"

"[sweet spring is your time]"

and a few others:

"The Trees" by Philip Larkin (this is one of my all time favourites)

"Instructions on Not Giving Up" by Ada Limón

"Late Spring" by Mary Oliver (also a favourite!)

"Poppies" by Mary Oliver

"I Have This Way of Being" by Jamaal May

"A Light Exists in Spring" by Emily Dickinson

"Today" by Billy Collins

"O Taste and See" by Denise Levertov

also really adore these two haiku by Issa: (1) and (2)

[wrylu]

oh oh art request: AroAce König

your wish is my command

[blushweddinggowns]

if it hasn’t been asked yet, prompt 18 has incredible steddie potential. no pressure tho! love your work, hope your brain feels better<3

Aww ty and it is feeling a lil better 💗 And here's some pre-steddie for ya! I might do a part two of this because the vibes leave room for some uh, not sfw material. She has some energy.

~

Steve liked to complain about driving the kids around, but in all honesty? He loved it. He loved how lively they all were, he loved the silly arguments they would have, he liked just being around them, especially Dustin.

But holy shit did he hate picking him up from Hellfire. Because for some fucking reason, Dustin was never just waiting outside. He was always waiting outside with Eddie Munson, his brand new hero.

Steve had no idea what Dustin saw in the guy. He was such a dick, even when they barely talked for five minutes a week Eddie never missed the chance to be a snarky little bitch.

Which is why he wasn't too excited to see Eddie smoking alone outside of their club room, no Dustin in sight. Steve frowned as he got out of his car, looking around like Dustin might magically appear.

It wasn't helping that Eddie was staring right at him, an amused smile on his face, "You looking for something?"

Steve rolled his eyes at the question, "Just tell me where Dustin is."

"Inside," Eddie said as he took a drag, still staring at Steve. It always made Steve feel weird, the way Eddie would look at him. HIs eyes were too big or something, too intense. It always made him squirm, "On the phone, talking to his girlfriend. It's kind of gross actually, how mushy they are. He managed to scare everyone off but me."

That sounded about right. But that also meant that now Steve was stuck with standing next to this guy. And he really wasn't in the mood for awkward small talk.

"I'll wait in the car then," Steve said dismissively, stopping when he heard Eddie snort behind him.

"Too much of a princess to stand around with the undesirables huh?"

Steve spun around, his face hot at the weird insult, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Eddie shrugged, dropping his cigarette to the ground, "It means I think you're an uppity bitch. Tell me Steve, is hating me your only personality trait? Or do you get off on acting like a pissy kitten? That pretty face can only take you so far you know. "

This, this right here is what he hated the most about Eddie Munson. He was a dick yes, but he was so specific about it. Always calling Steve stupid shit like princess, kitten, bitch and now pretty. It was weird, emasculating, and...confusing. Very confusing on why the first thing it always did was make him blush. He didn't make Steve mad in the right way. He made him feel off kilter and anxious, his heart almost always going into overdrive whenever he had to talk to the guy.

But that didn't mean he was going to take all of that laying down, "Says you? I'm surprised you don't have a I hate Jocks tattoo on your forehead. For an 'undesirable' you sure are judgmental as fuck."

Eddie laughed at that, like Steve was an old friend who made a hilarious joke, instead of someone who was actively trying to get under his skin, "Do you still count as a jock? Because if you do I might have to re-evaluate that. I never said I hated you, princess."

Oh great. So that was just a nickname now. Steve opened his mouth to snap back at him, to ask why he was such an ass if their wasn't mutual hatred between them.

But then Dustin was popping out of the club room, a big smile on his face as he waved at Steve, "Sorry I'm late! Suzie called and she heard about this new theory she had to tell me about and-"

"And you can tell me in the car," Steve interrupted, avoiding Eddie's eyes as he dragged Dustin away. The asshole smirked at him as they drove away, like he could just tell how much he was driving Steve crazy.

Yeah, Steve would never understand what Dustin saw in that guy.

[elitadream]

As we know that your Peach has healing powers, and we know that Peach has definitely healed Mario in the past, from injuries both great and small, has she ever healed Luigi?

I can imagine a scenario where she is tending to things in the castle and then have it all be interrupted by Mario bursting in , in a panic, eyes misty, looking so lost and helpless & he could barely get the words out, something was wrong with Luigi, either he’s holding his brother in his arms or he’s back at home in bed, and he needed Peach’s help. Help that he doesn’t even need to ask as she loves Luigi too, and is rushing to help in seconds.

Definitely, omg! 😭❤️‍🩹

Peach loves Luigi with all her heart. He's the brother she's never had, a dear confidant and most precious friend. If something happened to him, she would immediately drop whatever she's doing and leap to his side in a hurry, not hesitating for even a second before pouring her magic into him to heal his wounds, both visible and unseen. 🥺

I can see him apologizing weakly for the trouble, and Peach shushing him gently with a dismissive gesture, trying to keep him still and focused. Not caring one bit that her royal duties were disturbed in the worst possible way, anything other than his current state going out the window.

Mario would be sick with worry and guilt, fretting under barely contained anguish and panic until the spell would successfully spread and Luigi would finally recover. Going limp with a blissful sense of peace, falling asleep almost instantly due to the intensity of the soothing energy now flowing through his body.

Peach would be left feeling tired and slightly dizzy from the ordeal (as would be the case whenever she would use her powers without moderation or restraint), but would otherwise be content and relieved to see that Luigi is safe and well once more. Mario would thank her profusely for her invaluable help, his voice shaking and his vision blurry, asking that she may please give him permission to care for both his brother and Her Majesty for the rest of the day. Noting his steadfast and overwhelmed demeanor, she wouldn't have the heart to refuse, and so she would let herself be tended to along with Luigi during the following hours; however reassuring and praising Mario for his diligence whenever he would return to her. 💞

[themadknightuniverse]

What if the reason Lalo doesn't sleep is because he has extreme nightmares and the only time he sleeps normally trough the night is next to nacho :)))

Oh Anon I love this idea! 💗 It's both heartbreaking and heartwarming, which is a fantastic mix. This inspired me to draw and write a little something :]

Nacho smiled, laying on his stomach, perched on his elbows, looking down at a still very asleep Lalo. "Yeah, I never sleep much. An hour, maybe two. It's enough.", he had told him that night months ago.

Nacho had caught him in those couple of hours a few times, his stern expression while he slept like a machine in random places, often in their cars, never in their bed. He usually woke up suddenly, sometimes with a short breath, but Lalo always refused to answer Nacho when he asked him about it. Lalo was a night owl, a real one, and nothing seemed to change that.

Until today. Lalo had finally accepted to stay with him in bed for the first time instead of disappearing to do Nacho never knew what. And when Nacho woke up that morning, here he was bathed in soft golden light, snoring softly, the most peaceful expression on his face, hair tossed in every directions, evidence of his hours of sleep. A real slumber full of dreams. Nacho ran his fingertips, a feather light touch, along Lalo's skin. He traced the square of his jaw, the line of his eyebrow, pushing delicately the few strands of gray hair that fell on Lalo's forehead, then traced the bridge of his nose. He repeated that one a few times, until Lalo's eyelids opened with difficulty. He seemed a bit lost, struggling to comprehend where he was. Nacho went back to stroking Lalo's forehead, his thumb smoothing one of his eyebrows. Their eyes met and Lalo sighed contently, the softest smile pulling at his lips.

"You're watching me sleep?"

"Mhm" answered Nacho, smiling back at Lalo. "How does it feel to sleep for 8 hours straight?"

"I did? 8 hours?" Lalo really looked surprised. But Nacho thought he could understand. It must feel so weird after spending so many years with two hours of sleep every now and then.

Nacho hummed again to confirm it. Lalo huffed a laugh as he brought his hand to his neck and stroke it. Nacho couldn't help but see it as a gesture of embarrassment. He's pretty sure he never seen Lalo look cuter. Lalo's expression shifted as fondness replaced the uncertainty. He was looking right at Nacho now, and it felt like being looked at like the most precious treasure. The display made Nacho's heart flutter with endearment.

Nacho was sure of it, in that moment, that singular connection between them had just grew sturdier.

[fatuismooches]

greetings!!! this is the first time i've ever shared my idea to anyone, kind of worry but guess that i have to share it with you because your writings are so good and i love how you execute scenarios and ideas (literally awake all night scrolling through your brainrot 😭😭😭😭)

let me tell you that fragile!reader and dottore is what keeps me awake at night i love them so much, i literally read everything in the tags, the fluff and angst is SOO GOOD NGL.

so, angst/ no comfort (because i love tormenting myself (⁠◠⁠���⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠���), fragile!reader and terminal lucidity - somebody suddenly became lively and conscious before their deaths. i see that you have written about fragile!reader whose memories are slowly deteriorating or slowly losing their eyesight. imagine one day, everything just come back...normal, the sudden recollection of memories, vision returned miraculously, no pain, no suffering, as if they were back to the days at Akademiya. they became gleeful, happy, full of live, no longer the gloomy, sick-ridden individual.

Dottore, of course, was surprised at this phenomenal, run more tests and check-ups just to be sure that we are actually healthy because there is no way we actually turn healthy after being sick in centuries. the segments however, especially Zandy, didn't think much about the whole ordeal. you are fine!! you can finally walking and running freely without being on life-support. your turn in health manage to turned them into a bunch of joyful, blue-haired maniacs with giddy, happy smiles on their lips.

we are fine for a few weeks, which also make Dottore himself believe that maybe, maybe his efforts have paid off, maybe our health have been stable, and maybe from now on, he could spend the rest of eternity with his beloved.

then we die (this is so mean i'm so sorry 😭😭😭😭😭). how they perish is completely up you but i'd preferably that they die in their sleep, a peaceful death. Dottore and the segments are... well, shocked is an understatement, their whole world have...gone, they'd question themself: how can this happen? you were fine in the past few weeks? In which Dottore blame himself the most, he shouldn't have believed that we were fine, he should have run more test, he should have been more cautious about the whole situation but now he completely felt... helpless, for the first time in millions of years. the only person who went thick and thin, the person that can tolerate him in the Akademiya days and the person that he can tolerate now have passed away.

(the ending is kind if short because idk what else to say since my vocabulary and grammar is rather limited. i hope this would be sufficient 😭😭😭😭😭 also looking forward on how you react to this. for now i'll just cry myself to sleep with this scenario while waiting for your work ❤️🥰)

- 🪷

It would come out of nowhere, no one expected it, no one believed it in the beginning. After all, over four hundred years of debilitating illness makes it hard for anyone to believe something good finally happened. But it does, when you first wake up you can feel that something is different - you definitely do some test runs in your room, picking up objects that were once too heavy for you, simple actions that no longer left you tired, no more aches or pains, it was marvelous. So obviously with your newfound energy, you sprint out to find anyone, hell even a random agent would do, because you're finally free. (You can already hear the voices of the segments - no running in the lab because of the very obvious dangers.)

Naturally, Dottore is very skeptical of this, yes, he does not trust how his heart beats at the sight of your glowing self putting on a little performance for him to show how healthy you are now, he can't bring himself to. He's witnessed how low you could become from the worst stages of your sickness, so although he's more than happy to see you well, the possibility of you falling back into such a state is very high. However he cannot find anything, and you don't show any visible signs either. Even so, he still watches you very closely. It's a feeling that always nags, one that may always nag him perhaps, the thought of you becoming worse. But he's not going to damper your mood with his thoughts, you should enjoy this.

Dottore and the segments would still scold you for your recklessness but realize that you are no longer sick and frail and they no longer have to fuss over your health. It's a very strange sensation that's hard to break out of since they've been doing it for so long. But it's good! You're happy! You're strong! You're the [Name] that was buried away, come to rise to the surface once more. Let's just say Zandy very much enjoys the piggyback rides. The checkups still persist as a general measure, but they always go smoothly. It seems there's nothing to worry about.

You would want to assume your role of his assistant once again right away - it's something you've been longing for, to be able to be useful to your lover just like how you once were. To live those days of banter and sharing fascinating knowledge and listening to each other's ideas once more. And so you do, Dottore's more than happy to let you, oh how he's missed you by his side so often. He's excited, he's ready to put the past four hundred years behind and move on, his mind already racing with the countless possibilities that have opened up now. Unfortunately, they don't come to fruition.

Perhaps you felt something wasn't right but it was already far too late - on the day of your death you acted like everything was normal, carrying out your new duties, but also with a lot of added affection, visiting each segment and Dottore and kissing them with all your love. They don't think much of it, you're usually affectionate like that. If only they knew that would be the last time they were embraced by you. Little Zandy too - it would be the last time you ever hugged him and listened to you read him a story. He'd be absolutely inconsolable after your death.

With you gone, the spark in his life would be gone. It would be the same routine of his duties and experiments and research, with nothing to ease his tension. Sure, he no longer has to spend lots of time finding a cure or producing medicine, but this wasn't the way he wanted it to happen. It's the same as when you were sleeping, except this time he no longer has the anticipation of you eventually waking up. Or does he?

Resurrection is a forbidden art, but he is Il Dottore, the one who has no problem sinking his hands into what should not be done, and he is Zandik, the one who loves you. If this world wants you gone so badly, then so be it. He will simply reach for your hand and pull you back to him every time, because even if it is lifeless, he will make sure it's warm once again.

[thatmooncake]

I don’t know why but your moon in a cage posts reminded me of this old movie called Gremlins. Used to be a favorite of mine even though the green little goblins gave me nightmares

Moon is kind of like Gizmo with the fact that they both can’t be in the light lol (and I suppose both of them can’t touch water ether? But some people see moon as waterproof so maybe not)

But anyway just wanted to say that you have lovely art and your posts have given me a good laugh! Happy holidays btw

Oh he’s a gremlin alright!

[harukapologist]

Am I allowed to request some john and haruka platonic cuddles T^T

Oh my gosh yes absolutely you are allowed, in fact you are encouraged to request any p!0109 omgomg thank you so much for this!!! This made me so happy to draw, thank you thank you 😭💗💗💗

I am DELIGHTED that I wasn't the only one who thought of Haruka & John interactions. John is very protective of his little bro Haru

[uhohdad]

Sorry if you already mentioned this and I didn't see but are we ever gonna find out why the boy from eight did what he did??

a few people have asked me this but i don’t think i’ve given an answer yet, but yes. it will be in THE AFTERMATH

[candyheartedchy]

have you seen this leaked song from the (abandoned) bugs movie.. man I wish they told us more ! https://x.com/ZakaZ96/status/1798170162249781308

[soracities]

To the anon who shared her experience after turning 32. I'm in my early 30s and still not married, haven't been able to graduate from university and working but not even sure if I'll be able to work in that job for a very long time. I still live with my parents and my mother urges me to marry someone. I think we all move forward in different ways and different time lines. There's no specific time to experience the events of life. Even though I feel pressured in every aspect of my life, I'm glad to know what I want in life, and I don't see myself as a failure. I hope you take time for yourself and don't feel pressured.

!!!

[whereismyhat5678]

Hello, I am a new person with a new headcanon :) Pizzahead can and will follow cartoon logic, voluntarily or not. Hot Pepper? He will breath fire. Kiss on the cheek? Red skin, smoke out the ears (???), all that jazz. Hope you like it!

I love this one so much

AND I TOTALLY AGREE-

HE SLEEPS WITH THAT CARTOONISH HAT ON AND FUZZY SLIPPERS AND A NIGHT GOWN WITH A CANDLE STICK TO SEE IN THE DARK

HE FLOATS IN THE AIR WHEN HE SMELLS A FRESHLY BAKED PIZZA PIE

HIS JAW DROPS WHEN HE SAYS A BEAUTIFUL PERSON IN FRONT OF HIM AND HIS EYES TURN INTO HEARTS AND YOU CAN SEE HIS HEART BEATING FROM HIS CHEST LIKE HE’S HAVING A HEART ATTACK

HIS EYES POP OUT OF THERE SOCKETS WHEN HE’S SCARED

HE HOLDS A SIGN SAYING HELP WHEN A PIANO IS ABOUT TO FALL ON HIS HEAD

EHEM-

Uh-

Uh- Du- Sorry hehe I might’ve gotten a bit carried away there! 😅

Anyways- WORLDS BEST HEADCANNON