#thank you friend! <3333

[snickerdoodlles]

H: How would you describe your style?

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i???? have a style?????? surely not, i am word spaghetti at best

oh man tho uhhhh hmm. idk if it counts, but my approach to anything i write is "yes, and-" which i think accounts for 57% of my reputation as a 'crack' writer (??????). i'm not really funny but i really love humorous stories/stories delivered in a humorous tone, so i'm doing my best to deliver that as well *finger guns*

i really have no idea how to describe my own writing, but i think it has a sort of "snappiness" to it which mainly comes from my love for "economical" writing? i looooove writing that can paint a scene or deliver a punch in a few simple wrods. even beyond novel writers i really love, i love microfiction (flash fiction, postcard fiction, drabble fiction, 55 word fiction-- i have so many anthologies of these, i love them so much) and there's also a lot of poetry i like that either delivers a very big concept in very few words or comes with a knife twist at the end. i'm by no means an economical writer, i'm not that good and i never shut up, but when i really reflect on my writing and work to improve it, that's the skill i focus on and try to hone the most.

[[ fanfic ask game ]]

[teddybeartoji]

mating press with toji but he can't keep still, he'ss fucking u so hard that your still managing to get pushed up higher on the bed and he just chases you up the mattress until ur cornered on the headboard and he's just growling, telling u to stop running away from him even tho you arent !!!

PLEAAAAAAASEEEEEE🥴🥴🥴🥴 HE'S SOOO DEEP INSIDE YOU AND HE'S SOOSO HEAVY ON TOP OF YOU IT'S SO FUCKING OVERWHELMING AND IT JUST FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD THAT IT HAS YOU SOBBINGG

you're both covered in sweat and it's all soooosoo messy like the slick sounds that come every time he slams his hips into yours are just fucking filthy. and you are trying to back off a little, just a little because you can't even breathe properly but then he's there. still right on top of you, his big thighs pressing down against yours while his one hand supports his upper body and his other goes to cradle your neck. and then he presses his forehead to yours, his dark eyes glued to your teary ones. you're not going anywhere now. he's got you locked in this delicious position and it's enough to push you over the edge again. so you're crying out under him, your body twitching so hard bc it's just too fucking much that you feel like you're almost gonna pass out.

but he fucks you through it, his raspy voice praising you – telling you how good you are for him and how good you feel. telling you that he loves you. as he cums, he pushes his hips into yours one last time and then he stays there, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face bc he just needs to make sure that you feel his love<333333333

[crazysnor1ax]

POV: you’re about to get cuddled to death

Collab with @angst-dealer with our girlies!! I sketched/did the linework and they colored/shaded!!

Transparent version under the cut:

[gojosattoru]

★ KAMADO NEZUKO PHONE WALLPAPERS ★ -> requested by @nezuko-kamadoz Hope you like it darling! Thank you for your request! Had loads of fun!! <33333~~ Hope they look good!! Sorry for being so late!

COMMISSIONS/KO-FI AND REQUESTS OPEN!!!

[narsh-poptarts]

rivals to enemies to friends speedrun 100% NMG

[ell1th3gh0st]

But I love my friends, they make me feel alive again [Laugh / Cry - Bears In Trees]

But I love my friends / They make me feel alive again / Or at least they remind me / That I'm not even dead [Reverberate - Bears In Trees]

inspiration in the tags, thank you bears in trees i love you <3

fun fact: i, like previously, sketched this on my phone very quickly, but this time I actually knew what I was doing!!

[shima-draws]

[[shimaaaa i know you said not to worry abt it but i drew the pip n chim half already anyways … and also an extra sketch !!!!! i was going to also finish it but i got lazy in the end 😭 ill probably get to drawing the hiro and olivia drawing down the line anyways so (drops these here)]]

(Submitted by @seraphofivorylight​)

OH MY GOD MY BABIES??? LOOK AT THEM OGOOGHHSFHG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH..........

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

❗️FOOD FOR THOUGHT!!! ❗️

Hypothetically speaking, if curses suddenly ceased to exist in the jujutsu world, would gojo be happy?

It was mentioned/implied that gojo enjoyed being a sorcerer or exorcising curses in the afterlife chapter so I’m soooo lost 😭😭😭

BITING MY FIST…… this is a heartbreaking question anon……… my brain is spinning though so let’s see.

WELL…. first of all, like you said, gojo sincerely enjoys fighting!!! i think he had the most fun he’s Ever had (aside from his time with suguru) during the sukugo fight for…. many reasons but one of them is just that he likes the thrill <333 being able to go all out when you have that much power must feel really nice, right?

BUT BUT BUT… i also think it’s important to remember that gojo was literally raised as a weapon 😭 of course he’d like fighting, it’s his purpose as a human being as far as the world is concerned. i think you Could make an argument that his fondness for fighting is a defense mechanism…. idk if i believe that entirely because i do think he’s a bit of a freak all on his own. but it’s there. i don’t think satoru would enjoy violence much at all if he had been born as a non-sorcerer, though, so there’s that.

buuuut to answer your question!! no, i don’t think he’d be happy. i think he’d be unhappy, actually 😭 at least at first!! mostly because gojo’s lived his abnormal life far too long to be able to adjust to a ”normal” one. if curses stopped existing, his strength would stop having a purpose, so we’d end up with the same dilemma that’s been plaguing gojo for over a decade: is his strength all that defines him? maybe if he lives that way for a long time he’ll eventually find his answer and end up happy, but at least at first, i think the sudden change would be more like a curse for him. it’d take a WHILE for him to adjust, let alone accept it and start to heal.

….. if he had been REborn into a world without curses then i think he’d be happy though :3 and i think gojo’s happy in canon too!! he’s isolated and lonely but he’s also a really positive guy. even if his life is busy, tough, and awful, he’ll keep on smiling, and i don’t think it’s fake. one must imagine gojo satoru happy, or something. you know?

[boltlightning]

“I want you to be happy.” and Norribeth? please and thank you!

request me a drabble!

James stands at the window of the Black Pearl’s stateroom, watching the waves surge in the wake. The last Elizabeth had seen him as such, it was in a kinder light, in a better place—on the Dauntless, returning from Isla de Muerta, an engaged man with but one weight on his conscience.

Elizabeth sits at the table and examines him in glances between fussing with Jack’s ever-spinning compass. James does not resemble himself these days: Jack is relentless, and keeps James working grueling shifts to which no other crew member is subject. Repeatedly scrubbing the deck of a pirate ship in the summer sun, with naught for protection but a tattered uniform, does not become a navy officer of many years, and he does not waste his energy bearing the indignity with anything resembling pride.

This afternoon, Elizabeth has stolen him a reprieve, and he, too, spends it thinking, staring at the water, utterly still but for the rise and fall of his breath.

Abruptly he breaks the quiet. “Why do you trust him?”

“Who?”

James turns his head so she sees him in profile. The light casts him in silhouette but for the suggestion of a gleam in his eye. “Our benevolent captain; who else?”

“He’s a good man, James,” Elizabeth says shortly.

James laughs, a low and reluctant sound from the belly. At her frown, he returns a sardonic smile, and presses, “You truly believe that, don’t you?”

She narrows her eyes. “You cannot blame him for your own mistakes.”

“This is not about me. You should consider this—” he says, gesturing around the cabin, “—with more caution. Sparrow has more at stake in this deal with Davy Jones than you might realize.”

With careless ease, James pulls a chair from the table across her and drops into it. Elizabeth catches his eyes, and he holds her gaze, unwavering and with the clarity of a man long-since sober. Who is this creature before her? He is not the commodore from Port Royal, nor the drunk she scraped out of the pigpen in Tortuga.

“And you would know? Piracy alone does not make him suspect.” Elizabeth folds her arms over her chest in an absent gesture of defense. The flush across her face is from anger and embarrassment both — and something else, whatever keeps her eyes from holding his eyes any longer, keeps them flitting back to the compass.

“Yes, because we both know Jack Sparrow has never lied. Not once.”

Angrily, Elizabeth snaps, “He saved my life, you’ll recall. And Will’s. That is more I can say of you.”

“Oh, forgive me for following the law,” he says, voice dropping dangerously. “I lost everything letting them go. Everything.”

“Then what do you stand to gain here?”

“What did you stand to gain by bringing me here?”

“I could not leave you in the filth,” she says, still scowling. “You cannot think me so heartless.”

“No,” he agrees, “but I have not known you to be kind.”

Elizabeth stands so abruptly she nearly stumbles with the shifting of the ship. James does not flinch, either at the violence of her movement or to aid her balance. He stares up at her with stony intensity, his hands clenched into fists where they rest on the map table.

They stand at a stalemate. Slowly, James releases his tension. He allows his hands to relax, his shoulders to slacken. The needle of the  compass on the table wheels slowly, unceasingly.

“I do not want to be your enemy,” James says, when it is clear Elizabeth will not leave. He lifts his face, and there is something like his old, earnest compassion in his expression. “I have nothing to gain, Elizabeth, nor anything to lose. You do. Is it so unbelievable to think I want to see you survive this? That I want you to be happy?”

Something catches in her throat. She swallows hard to avoid choking on her next words. “After everything?” she asks in a small voice.

“After everything.”

He holds out his hand and rests it on the table palm up. This is not a concession—it is an offering of peace. Elizabeth hesitates, but after a moment, she steps forward, touching his palm with her fingers, feeling the familiar calluses and scars. He does not close his fingers around her hand until her palm is fully settled against his.

“Now, tell me. What’s wrong with his compass?” James asks. “Why must you navigate? Does anything on this forsaken ship work as intended?”

“At least one crew member, however reluctantly he may do so.” Elizabeth shoots a sideways glance at James, who snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, I must confess, I don’t understand it myself.”

She gathers the compass in her other hand, tilting it to catch the light. For a moment, just a moment, she swears the needle flickers towards the man across the table. Then it returns to its stuttering course towards Davy Jones’ heart.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

I can’t remember if we are allowed to pick multiple (if not I’m sorry but take my appreciation for you anyway 💖) but could I possibly have some vampdrew? I love it so so much and the way you write his thoughts is such an interesting take. His interactions with the others changed by his vampiric attributes and his relationships with the others is very intriguing and I love it)

WIP Wednesday (6/19) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 144)

Kevin turns over his wrist, rubs his finger along that soft skin. He knows his blood quells Andrew’s hunger the best. Keeps him full the longest. But he can’t make Andrew drink if he doesn’t want to. Their deal is for Saturdays and Andrew will not budge at all on that, the stubborn idiot. 

With a sigh Kevin twists Andrew’s ring on his thumb, remembering how badly he was affected by the barely-there blood of torn cuticles. He wonders… If he were to cut himself, would Andrew give into the temptation and drink—

“Do not!” Andrew shouts from the bedroom. Kevin freezes, fingers still messing with the ring. And the others share a look. 

“Don’t what?” Nicky calls. 

‘I wasn’t going to—’ Kevin thinks, cut off when the bedroom door swings open. Suddenly Andrew is there with glowing eyes and a finger pointed at him. 

“I mean it, Day,” He says, clearly pissed off. “If you try it, I’ll throw Nicky out the window.”

“Hey! What the fuck? Why me?” Nicky says, throwing his hands up. Everyone ignores him to stare at the threat-making vampire.

“Say you won’t.”

“Won’t what?” asks Aaron. 

Kevin looks down at the floor. ‘I won’t. It was just—’

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

I find it so interesting that kaveh always knew that he and alhaitham saw the world differently, but they were still best friends. In kaveh's notebook he wrote this about alhaitham, "Our views are contradictory, but it is through contradiction that more speculation and philosophy may be born." Only when alhaitham noticing kaveh was activity harmful lifestyle for himself with his mindset and called him out. I always thought they had their first argument from different philosophy, but it stemmed from kaveh activity harming his lifestyle WITH this mindset that alhaitham got concerned and confronted him

Hiya! Thank you so much for your ask!! <333

Kaveh's old sketchbook has a very special place in my heart <3 it's as you say!! initially he believes that he and alhaitham have views which align, but then comes to the realisation that they actually hold opposing views, however, instead of viewing that a negative, this is actually a benefit to their relationship, as it can lead to new points of discussion!

it's only after their approaches in dealing with other people come to the surface do problems arise in their friendship - as brought about by their collaboration with others during their thesis. kaveh exerts himself to help others whilst alhaitham maintains the view that this is a fruitless endeavour as this a short-term solution to the marked difference between those driven by hard work and those by natural ability. by kaveh denying his own capabilities in spreading himself thin for others, alhaitham deems this as harmful, as kaveh effectively denies his 'true self'.

their problems culminate in this criticism of each other's philosophies, whereas their friendship was strongest when they perceived the positives in the differences of their respective philosophies. kaveh asserts his altruism as correct over egoism, critiquing alhaitham's aversion in helping others, whereas alhaitham highlights the detriment of kaveh's altruism. it is particularly interesting to note here that the comment that makes kaveh revoke their friendship is not solely their differences in dealing with people, as their previous arguments had been about, rather, it is the source of kaveh's altruism. this is noticeably different from their other disagreements, as this is seen to be the first time alhaitham has made such a personal comment, given how kaveh reacts to it, feeling 'seen through'. it is this personal comment which causes kaveh to end their friendship, more so than their differing philosophies

in-game, alhaitham is aware that their true issues don't merely lie with their differing philosophies, and instead focusses on kaveh's detrimental altruism stemming from his guilt of the past. this can be seen in a parade of providence, in which he researches sachin in order to gain clarity and closure around kaveh's father's disappearance into the desert not directly being tied to kaveh

as seen within their conversation, alhaitham initiates the conversation for a personal reason - to tell kaveh of his findings, in an attempt to alleviate some of his guilt; to provide closure - whereas kaveh sees this interaction as a debate of philosophies, as in a potentiality for correctness over the other. alhaitham changes the subject when kaveh discusses, and insults, alhaitham's egoism, which directly leads back to his own personal interest, being that of sachin's involvement with kaveh's father's disappearance

kaveh standing his ground in defence of his altruism prompts alhaitham to claim that their issue does not lie in correctness with the answer as to what, then, is their issue being subtextual - being provided in alhaitham seeking kaveh out for his personal interest over a scholarly debate

overall, i think it's pretty easy to simplify their relationship due to their opposing philosophies, but the fact they were best friends complicates this concept - yes, their approaches to life and dealing with other people are inherently different and acts as a point of contention between them, but in actuality i'd say that it's the concern behind this opposition of each other's way of life and the way this is miscommunicated to the other which appears to be the main issue

kaveh is a highly empathetic person and this empathy is further extorted by his own sense of guilt, therefore his altruism is excessive, detrimental even, and he denies his true capabilities by attempting to merge with the crowd - this is the issue that alhaitham has tried to express to kaveh, whereas kaveh sees this as a personal critique on his ideals and philosophy, and thus kaveh is rejected

alhaitham is a socially averted person who prioritises himself over others, actively denying himself the care and company of others due to this individualism - this is the issue kaveh has with alhaitham's egoism, whereas this comes across as asserting the correctness of collectivism as a philosophy over individualism, which denies alhaitham as an egoist, and thus alhaitham is rejected

i'd say the issue is balance - they must have achieved a harmony in the foundation of their friendship, so much so that they were best friends, they wanted to combine their 'opposing' fields of language and architecture to pursue a thesis project together. this balance was lost due to the idea of their being a correct way to live life, a correct philosophy, and this balance has yet to be retrieved.

ultimately, the two want the best for each other according to their own values, but with this comes acceptance. a level of understanding has to be realised once more before progress can be made, i think

This got super long but you raised a really intriguing point!! this has me thinking a lot about a parade of providence so i think i'll make a separate post on that!! <3333

[cary-elwes]

just did a happy dance because my friend gifted me a ticket for the @sawthemusical streaming event for tonight :')

(otherwise I wouldn't be able to attend it)

[teddybeartoji]

need shoko pushing my head down on satoru’s cock or him pushing my head down on her pussy while he fucks me from behind :3

🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴WOWWWWWWWW NONNIE YOU'RE ONTO SMTH HERE WOWOWOWWWW she's definitely the type to push your head... she gets off on watching the two of you she loves it so fucking much,, she's kinda mean too cooing at you when you gag around him or quietly laughing to herself when she sees a tear rolling down your cheek. she also just likes to sit back and smoke a cig while enjoying the show..... 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 and mmmm satoru pushing your head is so delicious too buuuut overall i really love my cuck!satoru agenda lmao i want him to be tied to a chair, forced to watch you eat her out until she's the one crying<333333

[kandidandi]

gives you nice, warm, fresh cookies and a cat meme napkin <3

!!!!!!

[o-i-w-u]

i felt a lil silly and now I have this

Yes I copy and pasted each letter so it was friend instead of followers lmao

Little spooky Mal for your troubles :D

SCURRYS OFF WITH HIM... GAHHAS????? SHOVING HIM MY POCKETS TOSSING HIM AROUND ABGGHBGHHH YEEAHHHGHHH LITTLE BABY MAN AUUYHHYUHUYHUHYFDSGNFGH NH NHJGFNF HJ WEEPING CRYING THROWINGUP LOOK AT HIM OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HES SO LITTLE... TRAVEL SIZED EVEN!!!! TAPING HIM UP AS HALLOWEEN DECOR.. WOES ABSOLVED

[pokeberry5]

PLS what is the story/lore behind the tim insomnia art piece (w/ him holding the bloody batarang) the angst looks SO GOOD

ngl it's been a while so my memory of the concept behind insomnia is spotty, but for more artsy pieces like this it's less about the lore or specific situation and more about the visuals/feeling to me? so it's more that i have a scene come to me and i build that out (<- me trying to explain that i dont have elaborate lore lol)

so the context i came up with to justify the scene is tim being overwhelmed/semi-dissociating, caught up in the problems he's been running from as tim drake using robin an escape, unable to deal with them, and trying not to think about the fact that half of those problems are caused by the fact that he's robin, that he has a secret identity, and that he's going through it in ways he can't explain to people not in the know -> hence, tim clutching the batarang both as something to ground him and as something that's hurting him

i had also recently read silverwhittlingknife's post about tim as a watcher, especially when he's first introduced—the set of panels where tim is just a set of eyes definitely informed some of this ("some" being the panel with the giant eyes lol) (pls read swk's meta their stuff is always so cool)

i think? i also pulled the aesthetic of the bloody batarang from an old scrapped piece i never posted bc i didnt like how it turned out (it's like. from when i first started drawing tim) so some of that is there

this was like. one of my first attempts at more comic-style dramatic lighting and yeah damn i've come a long way. again! i dont know what's happening here, i just wanted to draw tim bleeding, clutching a batarang, and under some dramatic lighting

(this is also. beyond what you asked but: i think this shows how much my design for tim has changed since my initial conception of him--he had much straighter/longer features that have really softened up, which i think you can see most in the nose. and no moles!)