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[infinityinakiss]

avatrice au fic recommendations:

i don't think there is a single avatrice au fic that i haven't read so here are some my favorites. i tried to find ones that weren't as popular, so hopefully there are couple here you haven't read.

I want to believe by puppybusby @yashastrongarms - x files au - basically 23k of avatrice flirting while being incredibly reckless with alien shit. unfortunately, it is only a one shot that doesn't delve into their relationship, but it is so worth it. and the tension. woof.

Truly a Steadfast Love by StoicLastStand - medieval au - they have a whole series of ficlets, but this is one of my favorites. there's a tournament to win ava's hand in marriage, ava goes undercover to fight for her freedom, but she ends up falling for the very knight who everybody wants to win. i also love their lucifer au, Greater Sacrifices.

a lover, or something of mine by Smokestarrules - reincarnation au - each chapter is a different life with a different story, and i promise you, if you have anything that even resembles a heart, you will cry. i keep going back and rereading chapter 4 because apparently i love to hurt myself. i also love the world is just illusion (trying to change you) by them, it's a road trip au.

i should love you (and i swear i do) by Noteveryonefitsintothebadbitchgenre - harry potter au (fuck jk rowling) - its that trope where they're married and they talk about each other constantly but nobody actually knows they're married. their students all think that professor silva and professor young have a friendly rivalry, but there are a couple of moments that don't add up.

purple by sxftmelody - hitman au - technically, but really it's just sad, i always cry at the end. beatrice helps ava run away after a job, and slowly they open themselves up and start to fall in love. tw: major character death. also love turning page by the same author, mercenary/princess au.

in our corner of the world by definitelynotthere - roommate au - i know, i know, there's a thousand roommate aus, why would i recommend a fic that isn't even finished and will probably never get finished? i don't know, i just really love this one, and if you're like me, you'll go "ooh, two cakes" and read it anyway.

The last hero of Ogygia by jessnope - percy jackson au - specifically calypso au, ava is calypso and beatrice is the flirty hunter that washed up on her shore. it's super cute.

stay there, 'cause i'll be coming over (while our blood's still young) by britishngay - spiderman au - ava's character voice is actually designed to be spiderman, and bea is the perfect doctor lady that patches spidey up when she gets hurt. plus beatrice telling lilith to "shut up and sit down" will never not be iconic.

sunday people (sunday shines for you) by gilligankane @piratekane - another roommates au - jealous ava is back again and out for blood, specifically jenn-with-two-ns blood.

this is my prayer (I'm in love with you) by nyxtyka - my best friend's wedding/spies au - i'll be honest, this fic went to my marked for laters to die. i don't know if it'll ever be finished, but it is one of my favorite aus, i promise it'll be worth the pain.

spellbound by onomofication - witch au - beatrice is the witch in the woods that ava goes to to finally find a way to explore the world like she has always wanted to. but as she gets to know the surprisingly kind, serious, kinda-sorta witch, she discovers that maybe the world was smaller than she had once imagined. i also love another fic by this author, hit me with you best shot, which is basically a cupid au, where ava runs around trying to stop jc, a cupid, from shooting the love of her life, beatrice.

the celestial glow is blinding by understreetlights - firewatch au - did i think ava and beatrice sitting around, looking at trees, and falling love with each other through walkie talkies was going to be interesting? no, but the world loves to prove me wrong.

too cold, it's withdrawal by KatieQgle - captain america au - give this one a chance, even if you don't like marvel. beatrice is hot as fuck as bucky and honestly the winter soldier plot line needed a little sapphic yearning. come on, avatrice in the army in the 1940s, being badass and fighting nazis together? who wouldn't love that?

i have a ton more, reach out if you want them!

#is it clear that i love 15k one shots? #i'm sorry for all the unfinished ones they're just too good #and hey maybe you can manifest them updating #just don't harass the writers #fic writers are like cats stuck under a building #you have to lure them out with gentle words and treats #warrior nun #avatrice #warrior nun fanfic #avatrice fanfic #avatrice fanfiction #avatrice fic #avatrice au #also i'm sorry if i didn't tag everybody on tumblr i just suck at tumblr sometimes #some accounts i just couldn't find #if there's an account that i forgot to tag please let me know

[caelanglang]

first verse . seven cuts .

I hope to bring this out of wip jail soon…

song: THE LONELIEST - Måneskin

messiest storyboards that I am not doing properly bc I suck pls don’t be like me…

also animated another dead character breathing yahoo

#shoutout to the anon who inboxed me abt liking both my fluff and angst here ya go. angst. <3 #I’m scared to share this bc it’s still a wip and the story boards are so messy #and I know some people here are actually trained on stuffs like these and I’m just ;w; scribble awayyyy #but I wanted to share my progress :’3 #yes I am brewing my first animatic ofc it had to be abt beast ehehehe #yes this all began when I joined the skk bb last year and my partner gave me the vision #bsd #bsd beast #wip #wip jail #art progress #hehe one of the perks of being in tumblr s that there’s less anxiety posting stuffs ig or maybe that’s just me idk #also guess who animated another dead character breathing--*gets shot*

[carefulfears]

so ... demons coming right after elegy, in the middle of the cancer arc is a crazy choice and i know it means something. please share all your big brain thoughts on mulder & demons?

well...it's kind of like...in elegy, they're being haunted by the future (omens of scully's impending death), in demons, they're haunted by the past (visions from before samantha disappeared). both are highly metaphorical, and both are intrusive, even though he sought out the second. the first is too much. the second isn't enough. and after elegy it's becoming clear that...nothing will be enough. she is so close to death that she can see it. she can't...hide it from him, anymore. she's been dying for a long time. and she doesn't make him face it. she never has that moment where she tells him to just get over it. she never has that moment where she tells him to just accept it, stop avoiding it. she goes to all of her appointments alone. she bleeds alone. even in elegy when they almost argue over it, she tells him that she is fine, and then she goes outside and cries in her car.

but she's not fine, she's so close to death that she can see it, and he knows that. he's so eternally aware. mulder's fatal flaw is that he can see the world, he understands every underlying system, he knows people and how they think. and when he says "i refuse to believe that," he knows that doesn't make it go away. in elegy, he tells her that he's afraid, and she tells him that she's fine. it is a system established long before this particular death sentence.

in the script notes for the last scene of never again, it is remarked that: “if it were ever going to happen, it would be now. as they maintain the silence.”

the way i see it, never again is when they knew. they are not escaping each other. they are dying together. you are coming down with me. (hand in unlovable hand). and then, in the very next episode, comes a diagnosis. they are dying together. and they are dying now. silence is maintained.

so what does she do, after her diagnosis? she buys a journal, and she writes. she writes him letter after letter after letter. begging forgiveness. begging grace. begging courage.

the page that he found, that he read, this is what it said:

“mulder, i feel you close, though i know that you are now pursuing your own path. for that i am grateful- more than i could ever express. i need to know you’re out there if i am ever to see through this.”

i need to know you’re out there. a few months later, in demons, a gun to his chin on the floor of his childhood home, does she feel that he’ll be “out there”? she finds out she doesn’t have much longer to live, maybe weeks, in the next episode, and she doesn’t tell him. she maintains silence.

there’s so much discourse over the choices that mulder makes in demons…it was selfish, it was stupid, it was confusing…i see people ask all the time why he would willingly do something that causes everyone to kill themselves. the answer, of course, is that mulder wants to kill himself. that’s not new, we all watched pusher. (scully watched too). in redux it’s revealed that the “gethsemane” of the episode directly following demons is not scully’s inevitable and closely impending death, it’s mulder alone in his apartment with a gun.

i’m really uninterested in attempting to moralize these decisions…what’s “selfish” at the end of the world? i think demons makes people uncomfortable. to watch a dying woman care for her reckless partner. i also think that’s…the point.

demons is desperate. there’s an obvious desperation in mulder, of course, but also in scully.

throughout season four, we’re watching scully die. she’s getting smaller. she’s getting weaker. she’s getting sicker. but as it progresses, scully is realizing that mulder is dying too. and it all culminates in demons. and what can she do but be afraid? what can she do but get down on the ground and hold him? what can she do but write about what she fears will happen to him? she won’t be there.

nothing will ever be enough after elegy. and there’s nothing that he can do that’s enough. he can’t save her (so he thinks). and…he can’t solve the quest before she dies. he can’t give her the answers that she’s dying for. demons to me is such a last ditch effort. such a hail mary. she deserved to know the capital t Truth, before she’s gone. and i think they both know that maybe, when she is gone, it will never be found.

#they’re DYING. #he does this drastic stupid thing because maybe then they’ll know about samantha. and they can go in peace. #i also think about ‘closure’ and how that’s 3 years after this and scully is there doing EVERYTHING doing all of the work and it was still #so hard. nearly unsurvivable. #and i think about what if she had died. and what if somehow he kept going. and he ended up there alone. #and she’s thinking that too. he will be alone. he will have no one. he will not be ‘out there’ and if by some miracle he is #he will be facing it by himself. he will be facing the Truth and the loss and the grief alone. #that one shot of ‘demons’ where he just falls to the floor and she slowly kneels beside him and drapes herself over him and holds him #that’s this entire era to me. that’s what it culminates at. because they’re still not saying it but they’re seeing it. #and what is there to do? she’s so sorry. #and she’s so scared #asks #demons #Lol I wrote this and the tags months ago before leaving tumblr ✌️

[shamefulzombie]

Bursting out some ocs then never drawing them again is my passion

They are all in the same universe as Tom, just a normal earth setting but with, some inhuman, creature people living amongst humans (some bad some good). Tom, Heartman and Mr Heng are called 'inhuman' by other normal people💥

#/hj would draw them again. maybe. someday.. #alvory's art #oc #artists on tumblr #oc: heart faced man #oc: marianne #oc: shu heng #lore for Officer Heng is that he died then came back to life looking like that #how he died is that he got shot by a crazy shotgun user. it was a active shooting in a park and hes the only one who died while his mates #only got injured #as for marianne shes a co-leader of a cult thats trying to summon a Egypt Feller... Heart man hates her for stealing his books for it

[silverstark]

would you all kill me if i wrote a RanWan sex scene and called Mo Ran's voice husky

#writing #2ha #RanWan #shitpost #i have no business writing this but #maybe for the joke #maybe to kill everyone who reads the fic in one shot (those who don't follow my tumblr i mean)

[arco-irisi]

I haven't been in the hlvrai fandom, like, active, and just watched the show all these years.

People, what the fuck happened?? Why there is so much controversy, why so much pressure and discussions?? Sincerely, genuinely, I don't understand

#hlvrai #Like l saw a couple of art and posts but that's it #I read well one fic then in the 2023. #or maybe it was because i discover tumblr too late #i mean. people are themselves and all that. but seing that some of them do woird shot that i barely understand?? #i am not active in the fandoms. really. i just silently enjoy media and make small arts for group of close friends #so idk what everyone is talking ab. and when i want to find source #my brain hurts from the info #is there a fucking lore to all of it? #or should i continue to live in peace of not knowing something #this is my personal effect of the vacuole #when very interested and into media but I don't get in contact with anyone #or anything

[thedemonastrophel]

Aaa quick one shot that doesen't fit into a story but I wanted to post it somewhere other than ao3

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“Well Mr. Crowley, it’s time to make a decision, one will be destroyed. Your beloved humans, or your beloved.”

Crowley glared at the hooded figures, practically snarling at them, bearing his pointed teeth.

They knew nothing of what he had with Aziraphale.

They knew nothing of what it was like to be human.

They knew… nothing.

“What are you talking about. ‘Course I choose Aziraphale!”

“Tut tut, not so quickly sir demon. We will give you five minutes to discuss.”

They vanished, and Crowley sat there dumbfounded.

“Wha- what the heaven just happened?!”

Aziraphale looked at him sadly.

“I think.. You and I have some things to discuss.”

He stared at his Angel momentarily, Aziraphale looked at him, and sighed.

“Do you remember the first day you came into my bookshop? The first day when you put your glasses down, and you spotted a book on my desk.”

“Aziraphale-”

“No. No, let me finish.

It wasn’t the first time you had gone to my bookshop, but it was the first day. The first day of the rest of our lives, after armageddon. Do you remember Crowley?”

“I- Aziraphale this is hardly the time for this.” He spat, trying to conceal the bite in his voice.

He was so frustrated but he couldn’t deal with this. Not right now.

“You asked what the book said; you couldn’t read it.”

Aziraphale looked at him, expecting a response.

“This isn’t relevant! Aziraphale now is not the time for this.”

“And… you asked me if I knew what it meant, what it said. I told you I didn’t, that was a lie.

As angelic beings- and don’t try to deny it because you are even if you have fallen -we can understand every language in creation. But not this one.

Did you ever stop? And think? And wonder, why that was?”

Crowley was on the verge of tears now. Aziraphale was surely being stupid. They were moments away from either the destruction of the Angel, or the destruction of the world. This was not the time to be speaking about things like this. Reminiscing.

Aziraphale eyed him.

“When I told you I couldn’t read it, that wasn’t true. I can read it. And I believe it has something to do with the fact that the book was intended for me.

It’s akin to the likes of Agnes Nutter, but far older. Made by something significantly more powerful.

It was written in a language that no one should understand. Not you, not I, nor angel nor demon from Heaven or Hell. No one should be able to comprehend or read that language. Save, for the highest authority.

God Herself wrote that book, at least that’s what I believe. But I could read it. I think that book was intended for me, Crowley.

Why it was I’m not sure, your heart is more pure than mine at this point. There’s no denying it.”

Crowley had given up trying to interrupt him as it clearly would have no impact, opting to let him speak. He was at least a little curious where this was going.

“In that book, on the very last page there was a date, that date was today. Do you want to know what was written underneath the date?”

Crowley shook his head slowly.

“I-”

“It said; ‘On this day, Angel, will be the day that you shalt die.’

I am not meant to survive this. I.. will not make it out of here alive. I can’t- It-”

He stopped, shaking.

Crowley knew what he was going to say, but he continued anyways.

“It’s not me or the world, Crowley. It’s saving the world, or saving no one.

I’m going to die either way, it doesn't matter what you choose.” His voice was cracking.

“Please. Save the Humans. Try- try to move on if you can I- I know it will be difficult.

I believe in you, I love you- I'm sorry.”

Crowley’s breath was shaking, barely able to keep it together himself. He just stared at him, tears, at this point were spilling onto his cheeks. Unable to form words, he instead just leaned forward. Gently, cupping Aziraphale’s cheek in his hand, and he kissed him.

It wasn’t like the first time, it wasn’t like any of the times after.

It was sad.

It had thousands of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘I love yous’ burned into its very existence. It had thousands of years of words behind it, all unspoken.

The loudest message, the loudest of all, the one that screamed, desperate to be heard, was the longing, the regret.

They knew they would never see each other again. They knew this was it.

This was the end.

The robed figures reappeared, they looked at him.

“Well demon, what is your answer?”

Crowley stared at them, he stood up straight wiping his eyes, his glasses long discarded at this point. He squared his shoulders and stared at them.

Into the shadowy depths of their hoods. He shuddered, took a breath, and spoke.

Slowly, ever so slowly, letting every word hang heavily in the air.

“I choose-” He swallowed. “I choose neither. I’m not going to sacrifice Aziraphale. But I am going to save the earth. So, out of the options you have given me, neither.

Aziraphale started to panic behind him.

“Crowley you can’t-”

He stopped, whipping around and whispered in a dry voice;

“Aziraphale trust me this one time, I swear to anyone who may be listening. If there was any time for you to trust me now is it, just let me do this.” He turned back around.

The hooded figures regarded him curiously.

“You know the stakes, surely. If you do not choose either, everything will be destroyed. You know this of course, so why. Why are you being foolish Crowley?”

A sharp cold shot through him. He reached his hand out to Aziraphale, holding him, lifting him to his feet.

He held his hand tightly.

“Because” He hissed. “I. Am still. A supreme Archangel. Whether or not I have access to my abilities, I was one once, I still am. You are not above me.

I can save both.”

He turned, Aziraphale’s wings bursting out to join them in this plane of existence, and Crowley’s doing the same.

The white against the black, the dark against the light. The light, the dimming light- his wings were darkening- why were they darkening?! Aziraphale didn’t know.

But Crowley did.

Crowley turned and he kissed him again.

This time it was not longing and regret, it was determination. He knew what he was doing, this was not a kiss of love, this was a kiss of magic.

A miracle in its own rights, not a demonic one, not an angelic one, simply a miracle. Bigger than any he had performed, but he stood there. And he kissed him.

Aziraphale’s wings began to darken. The feathers gradually turned black, black like soot, black like the inky darkness of the night.

And it spread.

It spread from the tops of his wings, down. Down, melting like an inkwell, a pen, a pen that was leaking, dripping, dying.

It spread across his wings, his feathers, his white pristine feathers. He was falling.

He hadn’t done anything necessarily, no, this was intentional. This was Crowley’s doing.

But why?

The hooded figures looked at each other, then they looked at him, questions brimming.

“What exactly do you think that is going to do?”

Crowley stopped. Aziraphale’s wings were dark, as dark as his. He stared at them defiantly, his amber-gold eyes practically glowing. He stared at them.

“I don’t need your help. I’ll save this world on my own, and Aziraphale with it. I will save every single bloody human on this planet- on this damned damned world. I don’t need your help.”

The beings looked at each other from behind their shadows of secrets. They seemed to be considering his words.

“Very well, do as you wish. You do not have much time, but if you think you can save them. Be our guest.”

With that they vanished.

Aziraphale and Crowley were back in the bookshop, both too stunned to speak as they collapsed onto the floor and tried to process what had just happened.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #fanfic #fanfiction #good omens fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writing #i love them so much #one shot #He does the thing cause #It says angel #Maybe he can prevent Azi from being an angel #And save him

[scarefox]

#I am already stuck in the intro because that message is damn good #tumblr filter let me live please. I gotta screenshot this #it's already hard to take shots that may be okayish for the filter. but there is one manboob and legs so maybe I get shot afterall #I am falling out of that mentioned statistics btw 🤷‍♂️ 388 times per day??? what yall doing man #playboyy the series #sex positivity #but also its dangers #lgbtq #thai politics

[luvknow]

hello!! long time no see no talk.

at my old, old age, i'm still writing skz fics. i've evolved past one-shots now, so i can't post them here, hehehe.

you can find me at HydraSeraphim on ao3! 🤍🩷

#stray kids fanfic #ao3 #bang chan fic #if you knew me in Prime Skz Tumblr Times and read my stuff..... #don't ask me why my fics are chan only #😭 #as a heads up i write mostly fantasy now! so it's very different from what i normally have here #eventually maybe i'll write some more one shots on ao3 but usually that's what tumblr's for lol

[venuzwenuz]

Just Blow

A Hobie x Reader Fantasy

⚠️ Mentions of smoking. All characters involved are 18 or older. I did age Hobie up just a few years, if you are offended by this, grab a bandaid.⚠️

Enjoy

Author Note: I haven't written a fanfiction since I was 12, bear with me 💀 Before any continuation of reading this, please read the tags thoroughly. I am not responsible for your therapy cuz you didn't listen.

Hobie has been my best friend for a while, and even though most of the time he gets me into some form of trouble, I still enjoy his company. This particular time, he wanted me to try something new, something he calls his "little surprise." I had recently turned 21 just a few days ago and I guess as an apology for not getting me a gift, this was it.

'Knock knock...'

I check the time, it's already near midnight, meaning no other human being could be at my door other than Hobie. My curiosity grew with each step I took towards the door, just pondering on what it was he was going to give me. I swung the door open and to no surprise, revealing my best friend on the other side.

"Hobie." I greeted.

"Y/n." The accent was thick as always, yet so smooth, even when he sounded deadpan and nonchalant saying my name. Without anything else being said, he walked right past me and into my house, carrying what looked like a small pouch of who knows what. "Geez, Hob.. Make yourself at home."

I rolled my eyes playfully and took a seat on my black leather couch, carefully watching him place the pouch on my coffee table and pulling out its contents one by one. As each object came out the bag, my eyes widened in shock at what he was hiding away in there.

"What the hell?" My eyes averted from the pens and joints he had up to him. As shocked as I was, he paid no mind to my tiny panic and sat right next to me, staring at me with those eyes. It's hard to read his face, but from what I gather, this is going exactly as he planned.

"What's the matter, Y/n? A little puff never hurt nobody~" If I could slap that teasing smirk off of his face, I would. "Why do you think this is what I would want as soon as I turn 'of age'?"

I looked at him as if he was stupid, and right now, he was definitely being stupid. All he did in response to my little glaring was chuckle and put the pen to his lips, lightly sucking it in. I watched this closely, knowing that by the end of this, he'd convince me to join one way or another. I was taken off guard when he blew the smoke directly in my face, causing me to scrunch up my nose and cough. The smell was atrocious and it made me question how people could find this stuff addicting.

"Aye, I didn't bring this all for myself y'know. This is your present after all." I looked down at his hand which was now holding out the pen for me to take. I was hesitant when I reached for it, unsure of how it really worked. "Don't be scared, love. It won't hurt you."

"I'm not a child, I know that." I rolled my eyes and examined the stick looking object in my hand. I've never seen weed that looked like this before. I put it to my lips and (poorly) copied the previous actions I saw Hobie do. Unfortunately, he didn't really explain it to me so after I was done sucking it in, I immediately began to cough and weeze. My chest felt as if it was on fire. Water... I need water.

Unable to really say anything, I mumbled incoherent words between each cough until Hobie got the message of what it was that I needed. "Shit shit shit.... Just.. breathe." Despite the slight nervousness in his voice, Hobie kept calm and left the living room, returning with a bottle of water. Without any question, I quickly took the drink from his hand and began to gulp down on it as if I was stranded in a desert (which it definitely felt that way.)

After removing the lid from my lips, I breathed out heavily, trying to catch my breath. "Damn, you okay Y/n? Maybe next time you'll learn to wait for instructions." After making sure I was okay, he didn't waste any time to make fun of my entry level smoking.

"I almost died and this is how you treat me?" I looked up at him pretending to be offended with my hand over my chest.. which was still burning up. Hobie just laughed and sat right down in his spot, taking the pen from my hands. "I'll let your body rest for a minute before we try this again." He shakes his head, that small smile still on his face.

I just nodded in response, taking another sip of the water, allowing my dry throat to feel quenched. That's when the slight feeling of whatever it was started pounding in my head. I was now very aware of my arms and close surroundings. My eyelids felt heavier yet I wasn't sleepy. I felt everything and nothing all at once, it felt numbing yet effective. Was this the feeling of being.. high?

Hobie quickly snapped me out of my thoughts, which I had no idea I could be sucked into my own conscience this much. "You ready to try that again, princess?" I lazily moved my head in his direction, trying my best to look at him. Instead, my eyes couldn't help but wander at all his features which now seemed more apparent than before.

All of a sudden, I couldn't help but laugh at the way he was talking. I always poked fun at his accent, but now it felt even more funny than all the other times. I guess he could tell that the feeling hit me since he was now slightly laughing, too. We both were now laughing at each other's laughter, which made us laugh louder. I was nearly out of breath from all of the giggling we were doing, and my movements were jerky and slowed, causing me to nearly fall off the couch if Hobie hadn't grabbed my hips and placed me on top of him to keep me from busting my a$$.

The laughter only lasted for a couple of more minutes until it finally died down. The air felt thick, and I could feel the heat in the room rising.. unless it was just me. His face gradually switched from playful to something more unreadable, his smile being replaced with more of a straight line as his eyes glided down from my own to my body. He let his gaze linger for only a few seconds before going back to looking into my eyes.

"Hobie?" I called out in almost a whisper. My smile was now turned into more of a curious expression, wondering what could possibly be going on inside of his head. Hobie continued to stay quiet, allowing his eyes to flicker back and forth from me to my mouth.

Out of nowhere, his hand was now cupping my chin and his other hand held the pen which he was now bringing up to my lips. Throughout all this, his eyes never left mine. The look he had on his face was soft yet so... Serious, almost as if he was trying to focus on keeping me focused. This is a side of Hobie I have never seen.

"Open" His words seemed so demanding yet gentle, and I couldn't tell if I was intrigued or just highly confused... Maybe both? It took my brain a few seconds longer to process what he had just said, and I parted my lips slightly, allowing him to place the tip of the pen inside. I didn't inhale, I just kept it in place, waiting for his green light.

"Inhale." I slowly began sucking on it, the light at the bottom now appearing, indicating that it was being used. My eyes continued to stay locked on his. Were his eyes always this brown? Why is he looking at me like that? Why am I looking at him like that? So many questions ran through my head but it was interrupted abruptly by him taking the pen out of my mouth.

The hand he had on my chin now moved down, resting on my neck. He wasn't squeezing it, but he had a firm grip on it, watching my every move. He raised a brow, waiting for something, so I just copied what he indirectly showed me and sucked in a slow breath. Just then, he said the last step.

"Now.."

"Just Blow"

#hobie brown #atsv #x reader #fluff #writers on tumblr #fanfic #fanfiction #lime #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #SoundCloud #one shot? #maybe sequal #Spotify

[unproduciblesmackdown]

reread the rest thus far of lackadaisy and there's the both v easy & difficult task of gathering a shit ton but only a shit ton of excerpts (like every single page is a highlight i'm not exaggerating)

and every single element is superlative and the way it all only becomes More So....already mentioned the way the like smooth gradient shading made the successful evocation of 3D Shapes more noticeable, along w/the consistent geometries of character design & details in fabric folds; the way Lighting & Coloring only goes on to become more prominent elements only enhances that further. the compositions, backgrounds, pacing, angles....everything is so dynamic & expressive, such as including the expressions which you know i also Love / absorbed

going "hell yes for people to discover this superlative comic" then having to occasionally refresh past site traffic overloaded server errors like "nooo" but actually yes

whilest clapping & cheering for the fun of everyone who's been here a minute. My God the invigorating reward when again i started reading in '07 & the concept of rocky & freckle on a "proper" run had only manifested via fun official bonus art, then a literal decade later as it was actually happening in the comic like screeeeaammm i can feel it coming in the air tonight oh lord etc....i've loved following it, again, if i see another new comic page. i am going to be Enriched

i also really was right on the ball myself this time around like okay okay yep i have picked up on Everything, at least to the degree i can lmao. i love the mysteries. i love how Character Focused it is too ofc and there's no characters i'm uniterested in / dislike. you gotta point to one of them, truly, and i have been a [pointing at freckle] enjoyer these fifteen years but fr i am a connoisseur of everyone, i love that so many characters are a weird mysterious chaos element story driver in their own right. i considered mordecai more intently than ever, love his like ultra mystery (and that we leave off on him doing some detectiving even) and truly fun that like, the source of the more Immediate problems he keeps having in every damn interaction isn't the like [wow mordecai with the just diving into the hatchet murdering] factor so much as it's that he's generally like "i am just standing here" and is not nt in any way that matters and people insist on fucking with him on that front. the peak tragedy of him in a bonus comic getting bullied into having to dance with someone to Be Polite like i'm so sorry i wish you could be that ficus too. anyways intrigued with the marigold &/or mordecai mysteries including that it's like, how coincidental is it that he talks about marigold having a thorn in its side & the savoys' nickname for him is peekon = thorn. there is so much to consider, love that for us truly. and i'm rooting for mordecai & nicodeme's dynamic out here, is another conclusion....very enriched by comparing & contrasting that serafine nicodeme mordecai triumvirate with the rocky ivy freckle one, to be sure. im enriched

i'm also enriched by every footnote that's got like historical facts / research notes / [this is inaccurate for xyz prioritization but here's the disclaimer] explanations. i Love information. and everything else like i loooove this comic it's Soooo Fucking putting my hands to my temples and inhaling at length through my teeth

#first time i've really taken tumblr up on that new thirty image limit expansion; bit of a surprise maybe lol #put your back into autism acceptance month &/or press j; scroll fast; read through it actually; filter the following: #long post // #learning abt the overwhelming popularity of baby ruth candy bars from lackadaisy footnotes? relevant to gtm:pota aficionadoship at one pt #remember discussing what i learned from another footnote abt some christian denominations / other religions being very Anti Prohibition #every time i use the word cagey i think of lackadaisy. cagey thing... we've all been there #fantastic time revisiting and i love to be considering all these characters all the further / with reckless juxtaposition #especially the two triumvirates as mentioned. rooting for them all #rooting for mordecai to be relieved of that v realistic [ppl sensing a Mess With His he is not nt in any way that mattersness Free For All] #either let him be or start shooting at him lmfao. but i Love that the gang had that pleasant nonbrunch together & no shots exchanged yet #more brunches! and i think nicodeme could be mordecai's bestie or w/e he wants. turn out to be Supportive in any way that matters #they are more so the ivy and freckle of their group after all lol. slightly would-be Unlikely coupling there as well anyways; and yet! #i am as enriched and intrigued and appreciative and etc as ever #and reminded that in my rereading i haven't yet gone over all the bonus material lol.... #also stumbled across that sungwon cho had fandubs of lackadaisy comics posted like 9 yrs back?? #which means i probably saw one or two; think i remember one being shared and checking that out #like hey didn't know i'd encountered you before like; vines & oh the lamps are fucking & etc. and now there he goes voicing mordecai yaay #lackadaisy

[the-ghost-of-jason-todd]

does anyone want to see a laios sickfic snippet

i can only write like 200 words max a day and it's getting to me because i want to zoom through this SO BAD but maybe sharing a bit will make me feel less like i'm chomping at the bit here

#liveblogging my writing #long shot i guess #no one interacts with my tumblr these days #but maybe....? #edit: forgot fandom tags #dungeon meshi #liveblogging dungeon meshi #i'm dumb

[heloflor]

Minor spoilers for a cutscene in Mario + Rabbids DLC The Last Spark Hunter :

Obsessed with the way Peach is looking at Bowser here. IT’S SO SOFT ! SHE KNOWS UNDERNEATH ALL THE RAGE AND STUBBORNNESS IS A SOFTIE WHO JUST WANTS TO BE LOVED !

No but seriously, this is probably one of the softest gazes Peach has ever given to anyone, and the fact that it’s for Bowser of all people makes it both adorable and hilarious. Either Peach is literally the kindest most forgiving soul out there, or Bowser really isn’t as bad with her as he pretends to be despite his despicable actions. Or both.

(Footage link)

#Mario + Rabbids: Sparks of Hope #The Last Spark Hunter #Powser #Princess Peach #Bowser #Bowser x Peach #Mario + Rabbids spoilers #Super Mario #Flor talks #honestly surprised I haven't seen anybody point it out yet #like I can tell despite the popularity of the games the Mario fandom on Tumblr is not THAT active; at least not the Powser side of it #but still; surprised it wasn't pointed out; unless people want to hide spoilers; which is honestly fair #then again this is a spinoff game of a series not that many people might want to buy; myself included #tho I HIGHLY recommend anybody to watch the cutscenes; it's so charming and the characters are so on point; it's amazing ! #just this one shot has Luigi being worried about Bowser attacking the Rabbids and making a noise that catches Peach's attention #Bowser's dad instincts kicking in; making him deflate instead of attacking #and Peach likely being proud of Bowser for letting the Rabbids cry in his arms #(I might actually buy the second one at some point; maybe; but yeah; I ADORE those cutscenes) #caps tw #tw caps

[bugsbenefit]

ngl seeing everyone clutch onto one(1) photo and then "speculate" on it is hilarious because everyone is coming to "conclusions" and they're all contradicting each other asdfajas. just with the Finn pic today alone, i've seen people say he looks "older"? (not shit they didn't film for a year) so it has to be a time skip past 1987? (no idea what the reasoning for that is supposed to be other than that the actors look different than 1 year ago), i've seen people explain it could be a flashback to pre s4, i've seen people say it's a "byler win" for some reason?? and so on and on

not shaming at all but also holy shit i need everyone who's feeling "we lost" about something to shut up right now, no one can even agree on what they're seeing in a photo, i Assure you whatever you're upset about happening has a less than 5% chance of actually happening, it's a still image my man

#not shaming theorizing at all there's some cool ideas going around #i'm just laughing at how many people are treating whatever conclusions they're drawing from one behind the scenes pic like a fact #''ooooh so this means xyz. great!'' and then you see the image and it has nothing to do with that akdfjal #and then there's no elaborating either. brother you are unintelligible to me #maybe it's just worse for me than usual bc i've been out all day #so whenever i check tumblr for a minute or so my dash is full of reaches and people going through the highs and lows #meanwhile we got one picture #words of someone who was touching too much grass today and then went to therapy #feeling too normal to understand why people are upset over a hc they just came up with themselves #but the next year is going to be Rough if i've seen 3+ we lost takes come from one grainy paparazzi shot #the first 'mike and el get married will gets sacrificed and there's no monster/dragon' fake leak that we'll eventually get will be Rough

[lmfaosblog]

OK, MOONKNIGHT X READER FANDOM I NEED YOUR HELP

I read a short, but very goood, fanfic AND I NEED TO FIND IT HELP!! It kinda went like this:

- It was a one shot (here in tumblr) and it was steven grant x reader (fem! If i remember right). They both were very close friends and reader offers steven a h*ndjob and steven is flattered but worried that it might ruin their friendship. But reader is like: "Dude, who said anything about changing our relationship?" And they go with it.

They go to the bed, reader big spoons Steven and starts doing it (that's what only happens, she just gives him a h*ndjob), whispers sweet nothings to his ear, etc. Then reader fantazises on giving him a bl*wjob but changes her mind cause "This was only about and for steven". Then steven turns around and kiss her in the mouth and reader thinks something like "This was the first time we kissed on the mouth"

And that's all i can remember, i know is here somewhere but forgot to put a like or some shi. IF YOU FIND IT, PLEASE TELL ME!!!

#moon knight x reader #moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader smut #x reader #one shot #I CAN'T FIND IT FOR THE LOVE OF STARS #maybe the author delete it or is just wayyy down the tag but is frustating #i love friends with benefots or that just care so much for each other #i need this oneshoot backkkk aaa #smut #fanfic #tumblr

[styxpenz]

not to be a little bit self obsessed but i just reread one of my wips and AOUGH....... i dont remember if the double meaning was intended but god....

"It takes a great deal of trust to lose it like that in front of someone, and Gatsby likes to think Nick would do the same if it were him.

(He thinks back to tea with Daisy. How anxious he’d gotten that he’d rather run out into the rain than to face her, and how Nick had *still* let him in.)

He decides to stay the night."

like. yes nick still let gatsby in after he ran outside and got Soaked, but he still. let him in. nick saw gatsby at what was, at that point, his worst, soaked to the bone and terrified at the notion of seeing the woman hes been obsessing over for 5 years again, and nick still let him in. he let him into his house, he let him into his life, enough to trust him enough to have a *panic attack* in front of him.

and realizing this, gatsby spends the night. its the little things, like your neighbor letting you back inside after you run away, but its also the big things; like your friend *trusting you* to see him at his worst after hes seen you at yours.

this might also be the moment gatsby realizes hes in love with nick but were not there yet

#IM SO INCREDIBLY REGULAR ABOUT THESE TWO. ITS BEEN EXACTLY 3 MONTHS BTW. #styx says #snippets #and the poor get laid off #fun fact this fic was Also gonna just be a one shot and then it turned into this. this is like the 3rd or 4th chapter idk yet but. augh #erm uh. i havent worked on anything in a while cuz unfortunately for me life is happening all at once rn BUT hopefully in a few weeks ill #have Something done. maybe. #erm uh. sorry if this ends up in tags btw. it Shouldnt but tumblrs a shitty website so i wouldnt be surprised. looks at my gay people pleas #nick even says a slur in this chapter..... 2 actually... pspsps.... sdhfjs sorry. anyhow