#thxxxx for the ask!!!!

[nitunio]

7, 10, and 15!

THAJNKK YOU !!! FOR THE ! ASK ! INTERESTING STUFF..

its gonna b a bit long so i put it under a cut hohoho :)

7- Show us at least one picture you drew or sketched recently that you did not put on a public site.

I either don't remember if i posted or didn't post because it;s cringe or art study/warmup. like for example this is a warmup

and this ones cringe because i used the colour palette in a way that is no longer appealing to me and i keep chewing on wires over how bad it came out

10- What do you like most about your art?

I LOVE MY LINEART. I've been building my art foundation on the idea of lineart > anything else, and the structure, the texture, the variety and the flow are my bread and butter

Sometimes I get upset when I can't get a thing right after my first attempt or require many lines when I sketch because it goes against my whole notion of "less is more" . Because to me my overly messy unreadable sketches are the indecisive, directionless things I made that amount to no beauty

I also love my lineart that is very tiny, and my lineart that is large, because when I lineart I can express and I can show people where to look, where to linger, where I messed up, where I clearly spent more time than average.

15- What do you like drawing the least?

Process-wise I hate colouring but I think this question is about themes/subjects/etc??? So,

I hate tiny details on outfits. Sure they're fun to lineart but the begrudging realisation that after the lineart I'll have to spend at least 2-3 hours eyedropping and colouring it in I start dying inside a little bit. It pays off because it looks absolutely amazing but also. fuck!!! It's rotten work I'll do it but christ alive

I also dislike foliage and nature in general because of how easy it is to mess it up. One wrong stroke and you're done - it's not a bush it's a pile of green slime

and that;s about it!!! Sometimes I don't like drawing many other things but these two are up there ^__^

Thaaaanks for letting me ramble!!!!

[sunsetsandsunshine]

happy birthday xx hope you have an amazing day and get great presents ‼️‼️ u deserve it

ilyyyyyy heaps 💜💜

DUDEEEE TYTYTYSMMMM

[eebie]

hope yuou are okay :(

YEAH the skull animals were trying to kill me im better now thouhg

[super-un-stable]

So, I saw your post about Footclan!Mikey, now I have ideas. I'm going to be talking about the 12!turtles since I've been reading the comics and rewatching the series. For now, I'm just thinking about why they might join the clan, despite Splinter raising them. 1. Shredder makes Karai manipulate them because why not take more children from him?

2. Terrible decision to try and take out the clan from the inside out. Ends up terribly manipulated and tortured.

3. They manage to capture all of them, and (taking inspo from the comics) put them in virtual reality; basically redesigning their whole life to make Splinter the evilest guy and Shredder their savior.

4. Double mutated with that weird mutagen from the comics that made the mutants obey Shredder's voice. Ignoring the part where it allows them to turn back without retromutagen btw. They will look cool this time too.

5. Memory is wiped and Shredder finds them before Splinter. Decides to steal and lie to children.

So, how do you feel about the angst potential for each of these ideas?

FIRE FIRE FIRE

Although I can’t see them ever intentionally give Ingo the foot a chance lol. I’m mostly on the kidnap brainwash thing, feels most onbrand and lots of potential. OH but you got rlly crative ideas!! Like the double mutation and the VR thing is rlly cool concept! Ahhh! Free my boys

[yael-things]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨ :-))

hiiiii tysm 4 the ask!!!! ^ w^

1. Not That Kind of Girl by MCR

2. Dr. Sunshine is Dead! by Will Wood and the Tapeworms

3. Brain Stew by Green Day

4. Desert Song by MCR

5. Ancient Aliens by Lemon Demon !

yea those r the songs ive actually listened to the most in the past days ! thx 4 the ask :D

[boy-armageddon]

uerrghfhhhhh. this one 98 recording of the blood brothers that I really like got taken down and idk why :-((

[dapper-nahrwhale]

6,10,20 artist asks

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

I have literally no clue what is subconscious inspire and conscious inspire to me, because sometime I'll see an artist do a thing and then try that thing out and incorporate it into my style and then that happens 10000 times until we got here and my art style is an amalgamation of everything think is kinda cool and easier to draw. Bu tim pretty sure I subconsciously channel drawfee every time I try to draw something I have no idea how to.

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

Probably things like sweaters, loose clothing with lots of folds in it, also ninja gis are so fun to draw.. so many layers and folds...

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

One thing that I pretty much never struggle with is coloring it's one of my favorite things to do, pick put some funky colors and pick where to put them. That's why I almost always post colored art, even if the lineart is a bit sketchy and theres no lighting, at least its colored in. That's also why I never post sketches cuz I end up coloring it anyways. Also why I love color palette challenges.

Thx so much for the asks very fun!!! [Asks from this artist ask game!]

[footprintsinthesxnd]

hey girly! Idk if your requests are open but we neeeeeed something for bucky from mota. maybe something like enemies to lovers with a war nurse? thxxxx

A Second Chance

Thank you so much for your request anon. I’m so sorry it took so long. I feel that I may not have the skill set to write John Egan as well as other writers but I’m hoping that I can do him justice. Also two posts this weekend because why not.

John Egan was insufferable. Y/n had decided that from the moment she’d first met him, with his cocky smile, his stupid moustache, his bright eyes and… no he was just insufferable. She’d never met a man so full of himself that he gave his best friend the same nickname, and yet Gale Cleven seemed like the sweetest man on earth.

“You’re staring again,” Rosie chuckled, looking up from his battered book ‘Of Mice and Men’ with a cheeky smile.

“Yes with utter disgust, I mean look at him,” Y/n pointed, watching as Rosie glanced over at the Major who was currently leaning against the bar, flirting with the poor barmaid who seemed besotted with him. “He’d flirt with anything that moved.” 

“Including you apparently,” Rosie chuckled, “Just admit that you aren’t a tiny bit jealous. I just want to hear you admit it.”

Y/n glared daggers at the pilot who was using his book to shield his smiling face. She lurched forward trying to smack him but he shoved the book at her.

“No, no, not the moustache again,” he shielded his hand over his mouth, eyes wide as he glared at her. She may have accidentally pulled his moustache once when they were arguing about the same Major and Rosie’s moustache had taken the hit.

“You know that was an accident.”

“Yes, but it’s never grown the same since,” he protested, stroking his facial hair thoughtfully. “You’re always moaning about Major Egan's moustache, I thought mine was a goner.”

Y/n sighed dramatically, slouching in her chair. She wondered if she should tell Rosie the real reason why she held such a grudge towards John Egan. That, however, would involve her confessing that she was madly in love with John.

Rosie’s eyes remained trained on his book and Y/n fought the urge to interrupt him again. Instead, she remained silent, thinking back to that night in June when the air in London had been close and hot, sticking to the sweat on her skin, the pale evening light casting shadows over the hotel room, the white sheets soft and comfortable, his embrace loving, his words kind and… all completely false.

Y/n hadn’t believed in love at first sight but seeing John Egan in his uniform, smirking at her across the crowded pub, something inside her had changed. He’d been effortlessly charming and she was eating out of his palm before the night was through.

John Egan had promised to visit her, promised he’d write, but several months passed and no letters came Y/n gave up, putting John behind her. That was until she had to report to Thorpe Abbott RAF base and ran into a particular Major.

John, however, seemed oblivious to their previous encounter, barely sending her a smile as he strolled passed with several other pilots by his side. From that day forward Y/n held a grudge against John Egan.

“Here we go…” Rosie mumbled under his breath, but before Y/n could ask what he meant a low hum came from behind her.

“Evening Rosie, Y/n,” John nodded to both of them, Gale Cleven by his side doing the same.

“Majors,” Rosie greeted them, placing his book down on the table.

“Major Cleven,” Y/n greeted Gale, her eyes avoiding the other Major. Gale glanced quizzically between the pair, before looking to Rosie for answers, but he only shrugged.

“Have I done something to offend you, Darling?” John smirked at her, leaning across the table, his moustache twitching at the corners. He had the same cocky air about him that he always wore but the added nickname just added fuel to the fire that was already burning.

Y/n snorted, “Do not think your presence has such an effect on me, Major. I’m afraid not every woman falls at your feet.”

Gale let a low whistle slip from his lips, but John just grinned, “Alright, I see someone’s a little jealous, didn’t realise I had an admirer.”

Y/n stood swiftly from her chair, rounding the table and jabbing her finger into John’s chest, “I am not jealous and why would I be? Why would I lower my standards to such an arrogant, self-centered man.” She removed her finger from his chest, turning on her heels and exiting the pub as fast as her legs would allow her.

Gale looked between Rosie and John, “Will someone please explain what just happened?”

Rosie shrugged, picking up his book and fumbling through the pages until he found his spot. John chuckled, “I think I may have offended her in some way, though I know not how.”

“You really think you offended her, huh?” Gale replied sarcastically, avoiding his friend's light shove with an amused laugh.

John truly did wonder what he’d done so wrong to offend her. He’d only known her a few months when she turned up on base dressed in her dress blues declaring she was newly assigned to Thorpe Abbott infirmary. He greeted her with a smile and she glared at him in response. From that day forward it had been an all-out war between the two of them.

Y/n had just finished tidying up the examination room when there was a light tap at the door, she called out ‘enter’, her back still turned to whoever it was.

“This is quite a nice place you’ve got here, Darling,” John declared, leaning against the doorframe, smiling devilishly.

Y/n sighed, instantly on the defensive, “What do you want, Major,” she emphasised his rank disdainfully, rolling her eyes as she continued to pack up the crate of dressings.

John hummed behind her, moving around the room until he was in front of her once more, “So…” he paused, craning his neck to try and catch her eye. “How are you finding life on base?”

That’s it, John, a nice simple question. She can’t get too offended by that, right?

Y/n all but tutted, shaking her head, “Life would be just fine, except a certain Major keeps ruining my day.” She shoved passed him, carrying the crate out of the room and down the corridor, her heels clicking against the tiled floor followed by a larger heavier footfall.

“Hey Darling, wait up. I hadn’t finished talking to you,” John protested, moving swiftly in front of her and stopping her movements.

“What?” She snapped this time, her patience wearing thin and the long list of jobs she had still playing on her mind.

John sighed, rubbing his hand down his face, “I just want to know what I did. I’ve barely said two words to you since you got here and somehow I’ve offended you. Whatever I’ve done I’m sorry, okay?” He didn’t mean to sound so exasperated but he wasn’t sure what more he could say.

Y/n watched him, her face faltering ever so slightly before the stoic expression returned. “The fact that you don’t remember makes all of this worse. I didn’t realise our night was so awful you pushed it from your mind. So much for ‘I’ll keep in touch’,” she spat, pushing the crate into him and moving on passed without a backward glance. She’d said her piece, he could do with that what he will.

John sat on the wing of Mugwump, his legs swinging in mid-air as he took a long swig from his hit flask. His mind still reeling from the afternoon's events as the guilt ate away at him.

He’d fished the letter out from his belongings, tracing over the return address. He should have realised her name was familiar, but then again he should have written her back.

John was still trying to piece together how he hadn’t realised it was her, but with the amount they’d both consumed he was surprised Y/n even remembered him. That still didn’t help clear his conscience.

“Bucky, you up there,” Gale called, glancing around the plane until he noticed the pair of legs hanging from the wing. “What are you doing?”

“I messed up Gale,” John mumbled, taking another drink. He was always impressed by how much whiskey his hot flask could hold and he was starting to feel a nice warm sensation as it flowed around his body.

“What have you done?” Gale asked, hoisting himself up the ladder and onto the wing beside John. He offered Gale his hit flask but the other pilot shook his head, waiting for his friend’s explanation.

“Do you remember that night I had in London a few months ago? When I said I met this amazing woman and we had a wonderful night together, she wanted me to write to her and she wrote me a letter and I never replied,” John rambled, his tongue becoming looser as the alcohol flowed. “Well, that’s Y/n, the nurse on base. It’s the same woman, Gale.”

Gale nodded, processing his friend's confession, “Well at least now we know why she’s so angry at you all the time, you were a total ass.”

John rolled his eyes glaring at Gale, “Thanks Buck, that’s really helpful.” Groaning, John pushed himself up, balancing precariously on Mugwump’s wing. “I’ve gotta make it up to her, Buck. Women like grand gestures, don't they?”

Buck shuffled further away from the edge of the wing before standing, grasping his friend's hands, “I don’t think she wants a grand gesture, Bucky. I think she just wants you to apologise.”

Passing back and forth down the infirmary corridor, John found himself fighting the urge to make a run for it. He could easily head down the corridor and back out onto the hardstand before anyone noticed he was there in the first place.

Movement from within the infirmary caught his eye. He watched curiously as Y/n moved along the beds, sitting down beside a wounded airman, his head clad in bandages, covering the burns he’d sustained on the last mission. She was speaking quietly to him, too quietly for John to hear, but he saw the young man instantly relax in her presence. She was a good nurse and John had taken her kindness for granted. He had to make things right.

He wrapped his knuckles against the door, waiting for the mumbled reply, before pushing it open. Y/n was smoothing down some fresh bedding, tucking the sheets tightly into the bed.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he interrupted, watching as her movements still and her whole body stiffened. He hated that he had this effect on her.

“What can I do for you, Major?” Her voice was plain, emotionless and her eyes seemed hollow, as though she stared right through him.

John felt his palms sweating as he spoke, “I need to talk to you, to apologise for my behaviour.” Y/n seemed uninterested in what he had to say, continuing with the task at hand, but John wasn’t about to give up on her again.

“My behaviour has been unacceptable and I know that I can probably never make it up to you but I want to try. I was not in my best form the night that we met, I was drunk and uncaring and I’m sorry I never wrote back. I intended to but I just never did, and I have no excuse, I’m just sorry I never did. You’re a great girl and any man would be lucky to have you write to them, I only wish that I hadn’t messed things up.”

John had never outed his heart out before, he’d never even revealed this kind of vulnerability to Gale, so he was a little shocked. Had he said too much? Would she hate him even more now?

Y/n had stopped her movements, still bent over the bed, her hand clutching the sheet. John watched her shoulders sag, and a long, drawn-out sigh slipped from her lips.

“It’s okay, John,” she murmured, defeat evident in her appearance. “I knew the kind of man you were when we met, I was just excited that a man such as yourself wanted to give someone like me any kind of attention.

She stood up, a few tears trickling down her cheeks, “You know the worst thing was I really did think you’d write back. That’s what hurt the most. Then when I got my orders to move to Thorpe Abbott I thought maybe we had a chance, but you didn’t even recognise me and I knew I never stood a chance.”

The pair stood in silence, the clock on the wall ticking louder than ever as time passed. John spoke up first, unable to stand the tension any longer.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, for all of it. I understand now why you hate me so much, and I wouldn’t blame you. Is there any way I can make it up to you? Any way at all?”

Y/n’s forehead creased as she thought, her nose wrinkling as it had the same night they’d met when he’d asked her about her family. He could see it now, all the small details that he’d appreciated when he met her, if only he’d taken the time to study her when she came to base he’d have known.

Y/n shook her head, “What’s done is done. Let’s just move on and forget about it all.” She turned away, returning to the bed she’d been making, but John grabbed her arm.

“I don’t want to forget it, any of it. That night with you was one of the best nights of my life. I was free from judgment when I was with you. You never once called me Major or treated me like I was better than you, you treated me like a normal person,” John admitted, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “And I’d really like another shot if you’d let me.”

“Alright,” Y/n replied, “But if you break my heart again, Major then I won’t be so forgiving.”

John chuckled, saluting her, “Anything you say, Ma’am.”

Y/n rolled her eyes turning back to her job, but John spun her back around to face him, “I have some leave coming up to go to London. What do you say to come with me?”

Y/n smiled softly, “I’d love to, but I don’t know whether I can get the leave.”

“All sorted, it’s already been approved.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, “Well that’s pretty cocky of you, Major. What were you planning on doing if I said no?”

John grinned, “I would have just asked Buck to come with me, although he’s not nearly as beautiful and I don’t think I’d want to share a bed with him, he snores you know.”

Y/n laughed, moving her arms so they rested behind his neck, fumbling with the soft hair at the base of his neck. “Alright Major, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

John grinned, cupping her cheek softly in his palm, he pressed his lips down to her, his moustache tickling her lips but that was the least of her concerns. His hands moved to her hips, resting firmly and pulling her closer. He smiled into the kiss, it felt so right, bringing back all the memories from London all those months ago. He wished he’d written her back now, he could have been kissing her all this time, but at least he could make up for lost time now and he intended to.

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[kairiscorner]

hiii can you write a e42 miles (or both Idc) where they been dating for some time but we still haven’t meet rio and for some reason rio doesn’t know he got a gf, so one day Rio and us meet and we talk to her and after like a while we become like friends yk and she’s like you shoudl meet my son and you can do whatever you want with that thxxxx <33333

OHHHH SURE SURE ANON !! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

my son would love you. — miles 42 x reader

you waited by your parents' offices, what with the two of them being doctors, they were constantly busy and had a lot on their plates. you were just scrolling through your phone as you were seated down by the waiting area, patiently listening to the ticking of the clock's hands as the seconds passed by, getting closer and closer to the end of their office hours.

your attention was completely on your phone, not really minding anything else until you heard the clatter of some medical equipment by the small trolley this female nurse with long, dark curly hair was pushing. she accidentally bumped the trolley against the wall as she made way for the patients passing by her–she muttered to herself in spanish as she hurriedly crouched down to pick it all up.

looking up from your phone, you felt bad for the woman–you decided to help her as you got to your feet and began making your way towards her. you crouched down next to her and handed her the tongue depressors and gauzes you found sprawled on the floor. you handed them to her with a gentle smile, and you soon saw her smiling back. there was something about this woman that felt reminiscent of someone dear in your life, but you couldn't figure out who or why you were drawing that connection out of nowhere, but as you were thinking, the woman had thanked you repeatedly for your help.

"it's no problem, really, i'm just glad you didn't have to clean this all up on your own." you said with a gentle voice as the woman helped you get up on your feet. the woman smiled at you as she looked at you up and down. "such a kind soul you are, really, i can't thank you enough. say, you seem a bit familiar, do you by any chance attend brooklyn visions academy?" she asked you as you nodded. her smile widened as she witnessed your affirmation. "oh! that's wonderful, my son attends that school, too. you'd love him, he's just like you. though dare i say, he's a little cranky sometimes." she says with a chuckle as you chuckled back, being reminded of a certain boy you knew who was incredibly cranky during mornings when anyone but you would talk to him.

"that'd be nice, though, i... i kinda have a boyfriend already." you told her as her smiling expression morphed into one of surprise. "oh... oh, that's okay. you don't have to think of it that way, you guys can be friends." she said as her smile returned; she introduced herself to you as rio morales, and you introduced yourself to her–she found your name very fitting for a person as beautiful and kind as you, no wonder your parents named you that name. you spoke with that woman as you waited for your parents to finish up–with the two of you sharing about yourselves, your hobbies, and a certain person you two had deemed to be very important in your lives. you enjoyed rio's company and keeping her company, and these little exchanges and late night conversations between you two would go on for a few weeks–almost a whole month–until rio had mustered up the courage to ask you and your family if you could come have dinner with them.

your parents were okay with it, they did want some time away from work anyway and more time with you; and the thought of dining at their coworker's place intrigued them, they were more than willing to come over, and so were you. as your family neared the apartment unit where rio's family lived, you heard a barrage of voices inside–three voices to be exact. rio's voice surfaced compared to the other two, whose voices were male–one of which you swore you heard before, a voice you were far too familiar with. rio spoke out in spanish to one of the males there to open the door for the guests since she was busy making sure the food wouldn't burn.

footsteps were heard from the other end as the door's mechanisms clicked and the doorknob turned, and behind the door was rio's son, the young boy who bore the surname 'morales', and... was your boyfriend. the boy greeted your family, looking up at your parents first until he turned and saw you. his face became flustered almost immediately, his eyes going wide and his mouth hanging open as the words he was meant to utter just fell flat and his voice had ultimately gone mute. his uncle from inside the unit had called out to miles, gesturing to him to let your family in, breaking him out of his trance. he stepped aside and opened the door wider for you and your family to enter, with his gaze following your own bashful and surprised one.

"good... evening to you, my mom's new friend." he said with a slight smile as you chuckled and nodded. "you too... mrs. morales' son, handsome son, might i add. she says so, they were her words, not mine." you said in a teasing manner as miles felt even more sheepish and chuckled, thinking that, out of all the people in the universe... his partner had to befriend his own mother, without either one of your parents knowing you both were more than just strangers towards each other.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

heyyy girlie can u plz write a Miguel x femreader where reader is drunk? Thxxxx

hii bby!! love it!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

one too many

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

wc 572

✧.┊MASTERLIST

"All right, that's it," Miguel sweetly instructs, helping your drunken state out of the car. "Right leg first... that's it, now put it down,"

"It's too heavy," you groan, head falling back to rest against the seat.

"What's too heavy, mama?"

"My head," you mumble, rubbing your temples. "It's too... big," 

"That's what happens when you order a bottle of tequila," he lowly chuckles, slipping his arms underneath you and bringing you to his chest. "If you think it hurts now, wait ‘til tomorrow." he grins, kissing your forehead as he carries you towards the house.

Since Miguel had been working more than usual this last week, he knew it was only fair to take you out on a date to make up for lost time, to apologise even. Work was important to Miguel, but you're much more. He never wanted to take you for granted, so dates were imperative to show you how much he appreciated you.

So this evening, after a week of missed dinners and late nights, he took you out for dinner and drinks at one of your favourite bars. You didn't drink often, but that didn't mean you weren't partial to the occasional beverage. Since you weren't a regular drinker, your alcohol intolerance was low- extremely low compared to your towering and muscular boyfriend.

"Okay, you think you can sit here and wait for me?" Miguel rhetorically asks, gently placing you at the edge of the bed. "I'll only be a minute," he says softly, trying to slip out of your grip. 

"I don't want you to leave me again," you sadly smile, loosening your hold around his forearm.

"Cariño... baby,” he sighs, crouching to the floor between your knees. "I'm sorry. I should've been here, it's just—"

"I know," you interrupt, looking down at him as you play with the framing strands of hair around his face. "I just miss you, that's all... I miss having you around,"

"I know, mama. And I'm sorry," he says, his lips lining in a soft smile. "I haven't been here,"

"It's okay," you nod, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. "You're here now," you say, speaking as though your goal was to comfort him. 

Miguel doesn't say anything. He smiles, looking up at you. "What would I do without you?" he whispers, pushing the hair away from your eyes, tucking the rogue strands behind your ears. "Hermosa," he adds, kissing the tip of your nose as he stands. "Let's get you ready for bed, hm? How does that sound?"

"Good... very good," you laugh, kicking off your heels. "This dress has been killing me,"

Chuckling. "I’m sure,"

Miguel helps undress you, working gently to remove the uncomfortable fabric from your sleepy form, giving you moments of privacy between- even though it was nothing he hadn't seen before. 

He cautiously removes your makeup, delicately swiping the cloth over your face, being extra careful around your eyes. He adds a thin layer of your favourite moisturiser, then dresses you in one of his t-shirts before carrying you to the top of the bed, tucking you under the covers.

Miguel returns a few minutes later with sweatpants draping from his hips, two glasses of water and a pack of paracetamol. He sets the glass and medicine on your nightstand before sliding into bed beside you, immediately pulling you to his chest. 

He kisses your forehead, adjusting you in his arms. "Goodnight, querida."

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artwork is by shuploc

[womanmanipulator]

can you write something about sal fisher :0

ofc!!

i let my imagination run wild writing this

hey, stranger.

sal fisher x fem!reader

synopsis: while sitting at the quarry, you meet a boy.

fluffy :)

~

bruised and bandaged legs dangle over the edge of the quarry. you hummed along to the song playing in your earbuds. the cords were tangled, making the length a little awkward. it was peaceful, a little break from the shitty town of nockfell.

you watch as fish jump out of the water below and splash around. the gentle wind blows quietly and you prop one leg up, bringing it to your chest. to preserve body heat, of course. your peace is soon interrupted by the feeling of a new presence, or you could just be paranoid. you decide to check and turn around. oh! you are met with the sight and a blue-haired boy. you notice he has ripped jeans and a longsleve shirt on. and you don’t miss the obvious, the mask on his face.

he sits down, leaving some space between you. you recognize him from school, but you’ve never really talked. “hey,” you say. taking one headphone out. his pretty blue eyes from underneath the mask meet yours. “h-hey.” he stumbles for words. “it’s sal, right?” you ask. he nods. “you’re.. y/n.” more of a statement than a question. you offer a smile and a nod. “that would be me.” you reply. “cool,” he says.

“nice prosthetic,” you comment.

“it’s actually a pros—“ he starts, then stops himself. he was so used to correcting people, everyone called it a mask. “how’d you know that?” he can’t help but smile a little. you can tell by the way his eyes crinkle a little. “my dad’s a doctor.” you say. “cool.” he smiles. “i guess,” you shrug.

the airs quiet, before you reach for your headphone. “want one?” you ask. he hesitates, then nods. sal scoots closer to you and you share the device. all tension or awkwardness dissipates at that moment. just two people trying to make the best of an abnormal situation and a weird town. you share a lot more than you think.

he doesn’t listen to this type of music, but for a pretty girl like you, he’ll gladly hum along.

~

short again bcz i don’t know how to write long fics

hope u enjoyed !!! thxxxx uuuuu mwah mwah

[p0ssywhippedcream]

hii Ophe I hope you're feeling better can I ask how YOU think L would act on a pot gummy? ( it does not have to be a long thing) thxxxx kisses!!!!!!

Okay l would either do A; silent. just complete and total silence. No amount of poking, prodding or begging can get this man to speak or B; So much words. Word tornado. Word vomit. He cannot stop talking for the life of him.

A looks like this;

"L? Honey? L? Babe?" You're poking his cheeks, pulling them like a grandma would and pushing them back to make his lips pucker. He looks fine, audibly breathing but when you look at his eyes it's clear no one is home. The lights are on, he's blinking with a dopey smile and rubbing the hem of his shirt to enjoy the sensation of the soft fabric but literally no one is home.

"L? Sweetheart, talk to me. Are you greening out?" You shake his heads in your hands, trying to jiggle some sense back into your lover but his face remains void of any intelligence that suggests human life.

Eventually you give up and drop it but you continue to look over and check on him. He's unraveled himself from his usual posture and is laying like a snow angel on the carpet. You put a water bottle next to him and sometime in the next ten minutes, it slowly depletes.

You decide this is a pretty good reaction to trying weed for the first time, especially for L and just give him a gentle smooch on the cheek. You ruffle his hair a bit and make sure to place snacks next to him and when he reaches for one you lift his neck up and place his head in your lap so he doesn’t choke.

B is a bit more chaos;

He hadn’t stopped talking about sharks in ten minutes. Ten minutes of “Sharks can loose 35,000 teeth in their lifetime” and “The cookiecutter shark is very complex because..” and you’re really starting to loose it.

You know he’s smart and you really love his big brain but you didn’t realize how much of it was pumped up with shark facts. You didn’t even realize he liked sharks that much.

You hand him a water bottle because his voice has become raspy and he attempts to continue talking while drinking water, resulting in a coughing fit.

You rub his back and pat it as he chokes out, “While sharks are mainly carnivores, the whale shark is actually an omnivore.”

Once he’s done talking about sharks, and no I don’t mean he’s said all he can I mean you distracted him into a different conversation, he just rambles on and on and on about varying things. He talks about the dangers of elevators and the color purple’s meaning and so much other shit that you eventually tune him out and try to enjoy your own high.

Unfortunately when you get the munchies and make your way to the kitchen, expecting to leave him in your shared bedroom, he follows and you realize constant background noise isn’t something you can avoid.

When he finally wears himself out enough a yawn replaces a fun fact every few minutes, you happily drag him to bed and tuck him in. He mumbles nonsense, tells you he loves you to which you kiss his forehead and then tells you to make sure you put your seatbelt on before falling into snores. You set up your laptop beside him and enjoy your favorite show, occasionally glancing at your snoozing boyfriend and finally enjoying being at peace.

And when you bring up later that you didn’t realize he harbored such an affection for sharks, he gives you a strange look and says he doesn’t, sharks are boring.

[reallyromealone]

Omfg I remember reading your story like how ever long ago and I finally found your acc again ‼️‼️

Idk If this is in the works or if you ended the series but please I beg of you can we get a pt4 of the vampire knight story like omfg ehdhshejeh.

Your writing is so good. And thank you so much for taking that incest and Yuki being a vampire like wtf was the ending anyways thxxxx

Feel free to ignore

Well welcome back!

So I am slowly working on it, I had half a chapter worked on but if no one cares you get discouraged lol

Here's what I have so far

Cross looked at (name) worriedly, the Omega no longer felt safe in the night dorms was something of concern "I can't explain it but... When I see those new people...." (Name) had a far away look as he spoke slowly, almost methodically as he chose his words carefully, this was a side of (name) that cross had never seen and frankly?

It worried him.

"I want to gouge their eyes out" (name) whispered, the sweet vampire never spoke poorly of people as even by vampiric standards be was incredibly kind though one could chalk that to his rather flighty and airheaded nature "so until it's safe to return, I would like to stay here if that's possible" (name) whispered, taking the initiative for his safety and cross felt he was speaking to a different person "I'll make arrangements with Kaname, now... When was the last time you got a good night's sleep, pup?" (Name) let the headmaster lead him to the guest room, settling into bed as the brunette immediately went to call for Kaname.

"Have... Have you ever seen (name) serious?" Cross asked as they sat in his office, he needed to know (name)s mood shift as obviously he would be more serious due to his safety but... It didn't feel right and apparently he was on the money for his concerns "If he is to stay here... You should be made aware of something"

"Go on"

"(Name) gets... Temperamental when he's feeling threatened, it's why we keep him on such a tight leash as he isn't good at processing what he deems a threat or not and he has lashed out before for minor things"

"I feel like this isn't the full story"

"It's why we medicate him, not enough to render him useless but enough to keep him calm, he was supposed to take his medication soon-- we mix it with his tablets as they look identical" that would explain why kaname was so serious about (name)s pills in particular, things falling into place in Cross's mind "what happens if he gets off them?" Cross asked the important question and Kaname sighed "last time was when he was a child, a maid touched one of his toys-- we didn't know he was going to be putting it in his nest and he broke her hand" he explained "he has anger, a lot of it from his former life before joining us and until he knows who he is and we can help... This is the safest way"

The room was silent as cross thought about it "what measures can we take to assure he doesn't have an outburst like that"

"The sakamakis need to be kept away from him, we can't remove them as they seem to have their sights on (name) for some reason, I have people looking into it but we have been keeping them at a distance"

"Anything else?"

"If I find anything I'll be sure to let you know" the two were in the dark about (name)s connection to the cursed family, the vampire community knew well of the Sakamakis and their... Frankly horrific ways even by vampiric standards, their father despised that Kaname held more power than him, causing Karlheinz to focus his attention on human things to gain power.

"For now, we do what we can..."

(Name) woke to kaname gently tracing his face, a distant look in his eyes as (name) snuggled into his hand "it's time for your feeding" kaname held the glass of red liquid as (name) sat up and drank it, it never fully satisfied him but it kept the burning in the back of his throat at bay, no longer feeling like he hadn't drank liquid in days but instead just slightly dehydrated. (Name) sat on the bed as Kaname put together clothes for him, his alpha feeling the aggressive need to tend to his omega "you will have to come back to the dorms after classes as Aido is tutoring you but fret not little one, I'll be sure to keep you out of harm's way" (name) felt the wave of tiredness begin, 'these blood tablets were annoying' (name) thought to himself as Kaname put high socks on him, wrapping a ribbon to keep them in place "Could we go to town?" (Name) asked softly, finally speaking to the alpha who was quiet "we will see, we have things to do today" kaname was more concerned about (name) wandering off or getting lost, kaname especially wanted him away from that laito or Shu... They looked at (name) like he was meat.

(Name) hated attending events, keeping up appearances and such "well if you find a mate, maybe they will let you sleep the day away" he was told time and time again "lord Kaname seems to have taken a shine on you" Ruka's mom and (name) mother figure said as she fixed his clothes, dainty clothes for an Omega of his class and (name) tilted his head confused, it seemed that everyone but (name) knew of the Alpha boys of the families feelings towards (name) but himself.

"There's the Sakamaki boys here tonight, son... Do not stray" he urged seriously and (name) nodded as he fidgeted with his collar, worry flooding through his veins as he and his family entered the Kuran manor and all eyes were on him. A male Omega?

Alphas and betas alike wanted him, after all male Omegas were gifted with the ability to create pure bloods no matter what, he was the greatest tool.

But anyone who actually spoke to (name) would know he would be an absolute garbage parent.

"Ah, Mr. Souen!" Karlheinz Sakamaki, an alpha with a reputation that left people with a bad taste in their mouths, the Alpha seeming particularly interested in the Omega, a knowing look in his eyes "your children attend school with mine, yes? I hope you are all getting along well" his words though seemingly innocent were deceptive, seeing if they would cause problems for his sons "I know more purebloods can cause a rift..."

Of course the pureblood card.

A silent threat to not get in his precious pure blood sons way with (name).

(Name) was so tired, dancing and socializing as his friends dragged him around, seating himself in a forgotten corner as he tried to not pass out, maybe Kaname would let him take a nap...

"My my, leaving an unmated Omega alone like this~ fufufu~" (name) felt someone pull him close and looking to see Laito looking at him lustfully "you know it's dangerous to be left alone like this~"

"Where's your human? Shouldn't you be harassing her..." (Name) fired back, he didn't want to deal with this, he didn't need this right now...

"That feedung cattle? She isn't anything ~" he tried to get closer but (name) pushed him away "one would think you would know not to touch an unmarked Omega" (name) could feel himself growing more alert, almost as if the tiredness as seeping away from his bones, god he was hungry "but you let the... Lower bloods touch you, trust me I can touch you far better than them"

"(Name)? There you are" kaname seemed passive but a storm was brewing inside as he looked at Laito distastefully who in turn smirked as (name) stood up as kaname took his hand, the sakamaki not going down without a fight and followed them before taking (name)s arm and pulling him to the dancefloor as the two pure bloods glared at one another, the night class joining the dance and moving towards swiping (name) away.

[drdemonprince]

hey, i just read your post on ig about boycotting brands and collective organisation. as an audhder, the examples of actions for collective organisations are impossible for me to participate in. up until now my main form of "participation" has been educating myself, talking to (the very few) ppl around me about social unfairness and boycotting on my end and yeah i feel desperate a lot of times bcs i see other people not giving a shit and it makes me extremely angry but i also don't want to start preaching when ppl take a smallest bit of pleasure that they can have in this shitty world.

what other actions can i take as a person that's extremely socially anxious, scared of crowds and has intense noise sensibility? i've tried protests and i managed to protect myself from the noise but they are emotionally and sensorially intense for me and it takes several days to recover.

i know there are other jobs to do in the background of organising and protests but im also the kind of person that can't follow a schedule.

thxxxx hoping to get an answer

Keep at it. Keep reading, keep informing yourself, keep growing in your distress tolerance. Right now you feel understandably upset because the unconscionable is happening right now, and so you want to jump in and do all that you can right now, but this is a battle for justice that will be many years in the making, and we need you in it for the long haul, so whether you can storm a McDonald's corporate office right now or not isn't the most important thing. You should invest in yourself as an asset to the cause as a long-term and enduring project. So keep reading. Keep reflecting on the calls to action you see. Keep asking questions like these. Only you will know your calling in the fight.

[cherryrainn]

Greedler x fem! reader (romantic) whose is a librarian who is reading children's books to children and wears contact lenses to hide that she wears glasses and is very insecure? (she is a redhead and shorter than him)

You can use "Enchanted-Taylor Swift" for inspiration :) thxxxx

https://youtu.be/igIfiqqVHtA

━━ ✧ 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; greedler (onceler) + you

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; absolutely! thanks for your request

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

─ ✩ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ; here

the library was alive with the sound of children's laughter as you sat in a cozy corner, surrounded by a circle of wide-eyed kids. you held a colorful picture book in your hands, your voice gentle as you brought the story to life with animated expressions and playful tones. it was a scene that onceler couldn't help but find absolutely adorable.

he had been watching from a distance, his normally confident demeanor replaced with a softened expression as he witnessed you captivate the hearts of the young audience. your red hair caught the light in a way that made you seem like a character from one of the stories you were reading.

as the story came to an end, the children clapped excitedly, and you gave them a warm smile. onceler couldn't help but smile too, appreciating the genuine joy you brought to their faces.

after the kids had dispersed, he mustered up the courage to approach you, though his typically self-assured demeanor had a touch of awkwardness. leaning casually against a bookshelf, he remarked, "quite the storyteller you are."

you turned towards him, a faint blush coloring your cheeks. "thank you," you said, your voice soft with a touch of shyness. "i love sharing stories with them."

onceler's gaze lingered on you, his usual cockiness giving way to a more genuine curiosity. "you know, i've never seen someone make a room full of kids so interested."

a small smile tugged at your lips, and you looked down at the ground for a moment before meeting his gaze. "well, i've always believed that stories have a special kind of magic. they can take you to different worlds and make you feel like anything is possible."

he nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression on his face. "you're right."

as your conversation continued, you found yourself opening up to onceler in a way you hadn't expected. he listened with genuine interest, asking questions that made you feel valued and heard. it was a stark contrast to the insecurities you often grappled with.

you shifted on your feet, a bit uncomfortable with the intensity of his attention. "i should get back to work," you said, attempting to break the spell his presence had cast on you.

but onceler's hand gently caught your arm, stopping you from leaving. "before you go, i have to say something." his tone was softer now, his eyes locked on yours.

your heart raced, unsure of what he was about to say. "what is it?"

he took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "your passion for stories, the way you light up when you talk to these kids—it's like you have your own kind of magic, it's super cool, just letting you know."

you felt a rush of warmth at his words, your insecurity momentarily forgotten. "thank you, onceler."

his fingers brushed against yours, a gentle and reassuring touch. "and i have another thing. so, i noticed the contact lenses." he smiled sheepishly. "but honestly, i think you're beautiful with or without them."

your cheeks flushed, but this time it was from a different kind of emotion. onceler's openness and sincerity had a way of melting away your doubts.

and as you stood there, lost in each other's eyes, you couldn't help but believe that maybe, just maybe, the most enchanting stories were the ones that unfolded in real life.

[dapper-nahrwhale]

11, 16, 20!

Music asks from here!

11. tell me about your least favorite band or artist. go on scream about why you hate them.

Hmnnn I dont really hate any band or artist BUT ajr. I've heard it so much that every time I hear it I just :l not bad just not my vibe

16. what is one band/artist you listen to that everyone knows you for?

Hmn I listen to ALOT of oh hellos, ajj, the killers, idkhow, but a song I will ALWAYS song along and dance to is the room is filled with people who love you by foresight.

20. SHOW ME A PICTURE OF ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE ARTISTS. RIGHT NOW. I NEED TO SEE THEM.

A pic I took of daisy the great at the concert I saw them at last September (they were the opening act for ajr but it still counts literally just went to the concerned for THEM)