#very very long time ago tho

[xxspirit]

Can you draw Dream?? It looks like you've never drawn him on his own :D

Ya! Took this opportunity to draw him w/ his bow

and omg this:

I’ve had this ask for like ever now- it makes me so happy reading it lolol

he shall allow a smooch on the hand ♡

Annnd here’s my doodle sheet for this

Thanks for the ask! :]

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

spontaneously starts scribbling him Differently Every Time

[3-aem]

i dont wanna draw gojo back again bc it feels like such a cop out for me even tho i know yall like it

that being said i really fumbled the art ball this weekend by getting distracted by every possible side quest….and i still wanna draw smth

[sysig]

An eye for a life, unquestionably worth it (Patreon)

[frodo-a-gogo]

I’m sorry!! I need to know… will you continue your relapse comic???

Yes 100 percent yes. If u have only seen it on tumblr check out my twitter (@emilyriordan5) where ive been updating more pages past what ive posted here. I had been doing a page a week or a page every 2 or 3 days depending on how impatient i got lol, but in the past few weeks i took a break from updating cus 1. Im visiting a friend in another country r now 2. My part time job upped my hours and i wanna prioritize that cus i need the scratch 3. The next few months im gonna be working very hard on some animation production projects to fix my portfolio up to apply for a fellowship (ill be posting the work i do on that btw) 4. The next few months I'll also probs be very preoccupied with figuring out some stuff for a medical thing. 5. Family stüff

Ill be posting more pages soon tho, i have some partially finished ones i intend to polish as im traveling back home. The comic itself is gonna be 60 pages or so (it may balloon out to like 70, i keep on finding stuff to add lol) script is complete, thumbnail are partially complete etc.

There's no way in hell im not finishing this, i love the script too much and i wanna share it in the optimal way as a lot of it is contingent on visual communication. If i ever do give up the ghost on this project id probably at least post the script so ppl would know where i was going with the comic, but my intention as of right now is to complete it at my own pace. I thank you for your patience and interest!

[capn-twitchery]

good evening fallen londoners!

this is a new blog for my FL ocs & ramblings & whatnots! meet twitch, who is just here for a laugh, and grace, who hasn't had a single laugh since he got here

(feel free to drop me an ask or a message, i look forward to wiggling my way into the FL community and meeting you all!! :D)

[xxsweetoothxx]

Workin on Redesigning Jackies Colorful version and Im stuck as hell on clorors to pic for their Hair. Tried a billion different ones but These 5 seemed to work best I think

Also also Redesigning Isaac as well as his Sister. The old story I had for them was okay but then I got a better idea that makes Isaac the irredeemable shit I wanted him to be originally!

Also this idea allows me to tie in the whole thing from the cannon creeps comic of everyone seeming to hate LJ. Only in PM I plan on it to be a bit different with Ragz. Mainly that they didn't really do anything but SOMEONE did.

A Hint on why Ragz may be heavily disliked.

[yardsards]

when characters have poofy messy but otherwise straight hair, i like to headcanon that their hair is actually naturally wavy/curly and they just don't know how to/don't care to take proper care of it. bc irl that is often the case (speaking from personal experience)

[mci-writing]

Warmth (Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Obsessiveness (near the end), implied major character death, reanimated corpse (it’s Deku), necromancy, Deku is the equivalent of Frankenstein’s monster kinda, a little ooc, mentions of pain, descriptions of skin burning (not exactly but yeah idk how to explain it)

Kofi

Viridian irises glance over the form laid before them, a longing sigh passing through chapped lips and landing on deaf ears. Fingers, cold to the touch and tinted blue from lack of flowing blood and oxygen, slide across the small expanse of exposed (s/t) skin, the thumb stopping just under a closed left eye and softly, lovingly, tenderly rubbing the area. It leaves the warmest goosebumps, so warm it should ache, dulling once the contact is distanced.

Whispers of ‘patience’ sound through the air, chilling down to the bone and causing him to pull away out of instinct. The reactions of those around him tell him that they aren’t really there, but he can’t help his response after being told such for so long. For so achingly long.

“Deku-kun,” He feels himself straighten at the voice beside him, a hand setting itself at the small of his back. The thumb rubs small, circles in an attempt to soothe his worrying, “If you keep tugging at your lip like that, you’ll rip it off.”

He becomes self-aware of his habit after his companion points it out, cheeks warming as he quickly lets it go. He wets his lips with his tongue after, teeth grazing over the bottom one as they pop out. He’s unable to stop the awkward chuckle that follows or the way his eyes flit from those around him to the body on the table.

“I’m sure (L/n)-San wouldn’t mind reattaching it once they wake, Uraraka-San,” Todoroki stands near the door, his eyes never straining from beyond the frame as he speaks to them. It’s hard to miss his tense demeanor from where they’re placed, one of his fangs pointing past his lips.

Izuku feels himself sweat at that, a wobbly smile forming on his face as he brings his full attention back to the other members of their group. The best he can manage out is a small “T-Thanks, Todoroki-San” as his hand connects with (Y/n)’s and laces his fingers through theirs.

Silence fills the room again after that. Midoriya can hear his heart racing and feel (Y/n)’s faint pulse. They pump in tandem together, like always. Yet, it does nothing to ease his fears. He knows that spell they cast was powerful, but they’ve been out for a few days now. The only reassurances he’s received of them still being alive was the small noises they’d make as they rested, the way their hand tightly holds his each time he holds it, and the addictive burn he receives with each touch to their skin.

The book of necromancy did say that some spells would be harder to cast for users with less experience, but Midoriya didn’t realize that translated to needing to rest for so long to regain the little strength of power (Y/n) knew how to use. He would’ve tried harder to suggest something else for their escape.

“Oi, Deku!” The rough voice of his childhood friend wakes him from his thoughts, his thumb and forefinger making themselves known on his lips as they tightly squeeze from the small jump he makes. He’s being side-eyed by shades of crimson, but not many would catch the soft worry behind them, “Me n Shitty Hair’s got the ship waiting at the dock. Cargo truck’s outside.”

Emerald eyes meet the fiery shades, an understanding spoken between them that only their little bubble could process. Without a beat, Bakugou comes forward and lifts the end of the slab they're laying across and Todoroki is quick to grab the other end. They load it into the cargo truck's trunk, careful to ensure they're strapped down in the back before Todoroki hops out. Midoriya watches on, eyes longing for the warmth he’s just lost.

~~~~~

The car only holds four people, debatably three if you wanted to argue whether or not Midoriya could still be counted as human in his current form. He was undead, that much he could confirm from the way his body had been stitched together and the ice cold feeling of his skin when he wasn’t within a certain proximity of (Y/n). He was something like Frankenstein, but the context seemed less science fiction and more fantasy. He had no clue why he had been brought back to life, just that he had been. (Y/n) and Kacchan always avoided the question when he’d ask how he’d died.

That’s another thing, it’s always the three of them. Even now, only Kacchan and (Y/n) were going to board the boat with him. Kirishima was only here to take them there and back.

His gaze pans away from the passing scenery outside to the body pressed against his. His cheeks warm as bright a red as they possibly can at the proximity, yet he can’t force himself to move away from the burning sensation of their skin touching. It hurts in the nicest way possible, making him feel way more alive than he thought possible. It’s why he thought he had just woken from a long sleep instead of immediately thinking he’d come back to life, the warmth too comforting for him to question anything at the time. Both of his companions joked about it being out of character for him.

He takes in the low rise of their chest and the serene look of their face. It’s one of the very few times he hasn’t seen them worried out of their mind since being brought back to life. He’s tried not to keep count of their smiles, one of his favorite aspects about them. If with their lips held in a neutral shape, he’s fighting the urge to kiss them until they swell.

He feels himself warm more at the repeated thought of laying a kiss on their unconscious form. He should be ashamed, but he’s been wanting to be intimate with them for a while now. It’s gotten so bad he gets a little jealous when he catches them and Kacchan away from him, whispering between themselves in a bubble of their own that he feels he won’t fit in.

That thought sours his feelings a little, especially when he knows he could never take them from Kacchan and he could never take Kacchan from them. The idea of them moving forward without him, leaving him out, and further pushing him away from the picture he'd perfectly fit in before his current state, gives him a deep pit feeling in his chest that he doesn't enjoy dwelling on for too long.

But right here… Right now…? He could just give them a quick peck and pretend it didn’t happen. No one would know… Unless they woke up from it or something…

He weighs his options, emerald eyes measuring and tracing the outlines of your lips. He has vivid memories of the one time he managed to get a kiss from them, in the dead of night when the only witnesses aside from themselves were the twinkling constellations. He doesn't remember how long ago it was, but he can perfectly picture the sight of them shyly smiling, their face warm, and (e/c) eyes dilated like a super moon. Their lips fit perfectly against his, slated and locked like they were meant to be attached for eternity, and delectably soft like fresh baked goods straight from the oven. He'd press his lips against them as much as he possibly could, suffocate against them even.

The cons would be them waking and beating the shit out of him... Or Kacchan catching him and beating the shit out of him...

Midoriya leans forward, hand burning as he cups their cheek. He rubs his thumb against their skin as his lips finally meet theirs again. It feels like home, his lips feverishly sucking against the plump flesh like he'll never be able to do so again.

He pulls away once he realizes he's being too greedy, too desperate. He sucks in a deep breath, the butterflies rising to his chest as his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can feel the warm honeydew in his cheeks, worsening when his eyes dart up and meet a certain pair of crimson ones. They stare at one another for a moment, but Midoriya can't read what Bakugou is thinking at all. Bakugou sends him a small smile, or something close to it. His lips quirk upward on one side before he turns back to the road. Kirishima is talking about something, but he's obviously not paying attention.

"'Zuku?" The soft call of his name has him looking down, meeting the dazed stare of (Y/n). They're still relatively exhausted from their overuse of magic, a bit of light missing from their pupils. They press their cheek into his hand, the bags under their eyes heavy, "Are we... heading there?"

"We're going to the dock right now, (Y/n). Kacchan's in the front seat and Kirishima's driving us there," Midoriya informs them, voice low as to not cause them any discomfort. He knows they typically suffer from headaches after too much use of their necromancy abilities, "I'm sure you should be able to rest a bit longer-"

"No, no," They begin to sit up, getting a grip on his shoulder and using it to push themselves up. They let go and force themselves to sit up on their knees, getting in a position where they can easily look out the window, "I have to check that... we're not... Not being..."

Their voice trails off as they grab their head, another splintering headache racking their body from the sudden movement. Midoriya is quick to grab hold of them, leaning their body against his. Gravity lays them back across his lap, their face pressing into the fabric of his shirt while they close their eyes. Out of instinct, he presses his fingers against the nape of their neck, slowly sliding them upwards to press at various spots in the back of their head.

"No one's following us, (Y/n). We made sure of that..." He murmurs, pushing their hair out of their eyes. His hand eases down the side of their face, fingers hooking under their chin and pushing it up so they can see him better, "Get your rest."

"Izuku...," They stare at him for a moment, different emotions flashing through their (e/c) eyes. One of their hands reaches up for his cheek, the flesh feeling as if it'll catch on fire at any moment. They pull away too quickly for his liking, the same stricken look reaching their eyes like every other time they touch him and they're reminded of their afflictions. He's heard them apologize to him in the late hours before.

With little thought, he grabs their hand and presses it back to his flesh. He feels just a little closer to being human again at the touch. He nuzzles into their hold, keeping eye contact with them and watching the confliction beyond their irises. He doesn't care about the way his body screams to flinch away from the heat, pressing more into it as opposed to as opposed to running from it. He tightens his hold when he feels them try to tug away from him.

“Izuku, stop. You’re hurting yourself-,”

"No, it's okay," He responds too quickly, leaning into their touch. He presses his ear to their chest, listening to the steady beating of their heart and the movement of their breathing in their chest. The heat isn't as excruciating, simmering to an addictive warmth adjacent to bodies entangled in a hug. It crawls over his skin and wraps around him like a blanket, "Everything is okay..."

He never wants to leave from (Y/n)'s hold, (Y/n)'s warmth, ever again. He doesn't know how he could ever live without it, especially not now when the cold is even colder than before...

[darklight-owl]

Since the Death Note kills people based on their preferred name and it's not exactly clear if Descole is a name or an alias I've been thinking about this a lot. Does Descole view "Jean Descole" as his name or is it just a descriptor of the remains Desmond Sycamore? Does a small, tucked away part of him still believe he is Desmond Sycamore? I don't know I'm leaving it up to the Desgirlies on Tumblr who know him better than I do to answer this.

[idkwhattocallmyselfs-stuff]

I was PEACEFULLY watching a show and I was NORMAL about it which has NEVER happened before and I was so EXCITED to finally have a show to watch comfortably and casually and not INSANELY and this ADORABLE, SMARMY little fuck came along and he’s FUNNY and ANNOYING and SMART and a PAIN IN THE ASS and he READS BOOKS, and JANE AUSTEN and he loves MUSIC and he wears LAYERED SHIRTS and SWEATERS and he has BROWN EYES and a CUTE SMILE and now I’M IN LOVE AND I’M MAD ABOUT IT.

[idkmybffjaden]

I have this regular daydream about getting some decent sound equipment and a bit of VA practice under my belt so I can eventually take over voicing Abridged!Jaden where the earlier content left off.

The world deserves more Abridged!Jaden and someone, somewhere, at some point will make that happen. Might as well be me, right? If I dare.

[widevibratobitch]

omw to play emotional support for my mom disguised as ✨fun family bonding time✨ for the rest of the week <3333 there's something so deeply wrong with me uwu teehee

[sysig]

Having fun, more and more! (Patreon)

[nyoomerr]

i LOVE both your fics amd your fic recs. exquisite! 😭😭👌

i was wondering if you perhaps have any writing advice, things that have helped you in the past, observations on the craft or the like

😳 both my fics.. AND my fic recs?? ... 😈 my agenda to brainwash everyone into liking all the same stuff i do is a slow success 😈😈

eheh but no seriously thanks so much for reading my stuff + letting me know you like it! as for writing tips... AHAHA i feel like i'm flying by the seat of my pants most of the time :'D

BUT i can do my best!! i gave some general fic advice in the past, so i'll try to give some more specific tips this time!

one thing ik people struggle with sometimes is smthn like, "i can't get past this scene" - the problem where you try to write linearly but end up stuck on a scene you can't write the way you want. i also try to write linearly to help the overall flow of the fic, but when i get to a scene i can't get through, the best thing to do imo is to just skip it!

i tend to put a [...description of thing that i want to happen in the scene, maybe a description of the emotions i want them to feel...], and highlight it so i don't forget it's not done yet. then i scroll past it and keep writing! it helps me keep up momentum on writing, rather than feeling super stuck.

when it comes to actual writing composition, one thing i always try to aim for is to drive the story with dialogue more than anything else.

ofc it's not always possible....!! /shuffles my current fic wip, which has extremely little dialogue, out of sight/ ...but i personally find dialogue-driven stories to just be more engaging. it also helps flesh out the dynamics between characters, since you have constant chances to see them interacting with each other.

and then for a third tip... hmm... maybe a tip for something i personally do a lot? i LOVE double-speak for bingqiu/binggeyuan, i feel like it's a great way to have something be both angsty and humerus, and to do it in a way that falls under my second tip about driving plot with dialogue.

so, when i'm writing this sort of double-speak, the most important thing is to genuinely go through and read it a couple times. once from the pov of sqq, once from the pov of lbh. i always end up catching something that made sense from one side of the misunderstanding, but completely gives up the gig to the other side - so you really do have to read it from both sides to make sure the misunderstanding holds up on both sides.

ahhh idk how helpful that all was, but i hope it was a bit useful!! thank you again for the support, and i wish you luck in your own writing endeavors!! 💃💃💃

[thereaderarchive]

ch. 52: Aftermath (concert 4)

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Aftermath | words: 148 | all chapters / prev / next

"Stop giving me the stinky eye, I'm eating," Ron says to Harry, a spoon not quite yet in his mouth.

"You could have told me."

"I'm sorry, ok?, I'll do it from now on," Ron says nodding. "What are we talking about?"

"Malfoy!"

"Ah, of course," he rolls his eyes. He knew this was coming. He knows Harry as the back of his hand and he noticed all the glances, the "Um… so how's been partnering with Malfoy?" And "You had lunch with Malfoy? How is everything?" Or "Wow, he keeps his side of the office quite tidy. Does he make origami still?" And "Who did you invite? Someone from the office?" Honestly, someone should learn subtlety.

"He wears muggle clothes!" Harry hisses.

"Preposterous!"

"And he listens to muggle music!"

"That bastard!"

"Stop making fun of me," Harry punctuates with a soft stinging hex.

"Stop being absolutely bonkers."

Concert Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4