#please give me feedback

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Hey, so do yall remember that fic idea I talked about a lil bit ago, about Max being in love with Richie pre-transition, and then falling in love with him post transition without him even knowing? Yeah, so I wrote a prologue

Sorry if you don't wanna be tagged, I'm just tagging those who seemed most interested: @boykisserbunny @petes-5yr-cocoa @chaosbrinker @inprisonforsparkling

I didn't decide on a deadname for him, so I hope the way I wrote it is okay.

TW- Bullying, icky behaviour, ghosting(?)

It all started with her.

She's the reason Max ever got violent in the first place.

"Stupid fuckin nerd!" Max once heard. He didn't think much of it. People got bullied every day.

"That's kind of a-an oxymoron, don't you think?" He heard a meek voice say.

Fuck. If some motherfucker was messing with her, Max was gonna break some bones.

"Who're you callin a moron!"

"No, that's not— Eep!" A familiar squeak echoed through the halls before the sound of a fist splatting against the concrete wall rang out.

Max turned the corner.

She was pressed against the wall, although it mostly seemed to be hwr doing at this point, she'd definately been bracketed there before. Despite hearing only one voice, there were three guys. One of them was clutching his hand.

"That's it, you fuckin smartass—"

"Hey!" Max yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"We're just teaching this nerd a lesson," One of the guys said. "She shouldn't be such a nerdy prude," He said, running his hand down her arm for a second before she shoved it off.

"Fuck off," She grumbled. She was behaving like this wasn't unfamiliar for her.

"Yeah," Max said. "Fuck off." The third guy laughed.

"Or what?" He asked. "Dunno if you noticed, but it's one on three."

She threw her hands up slightly, annoyed.

Technically, she's the one who initiated it.

She swung her backpack as hard as she could into his groin, immediately sending him groaning on the ground.

She smiled for a second before the second guy went for her. She squeaked again before crouching down.

Nothing to worry about though. He was quickly knocked away by Max, as well as the first guy, just in case he wanted to try something again.

"Nice one by the way," Max said as she stood back up. She dusted herself off and swung her bag over her shoulder.

"Thanks for the help," She said.

She always did that. She never thanked him for saving her, never acted helpless. She wasn't helpless. She just wasn't enough on her own. Max completed that.

After that, Max left her side even less. Apparently it wasn't the first time it'd happened. In fact, it seemed like that'd been a reoccurring thing for weeks now. Not anymore, if Max had anything to do with it. Which he would.

Despite not dating, not wanting people to think they're dating, and constantly fighting the accusations that they're dating, Max would swing his arm around her shoulders now to make sure that other guys knew she was spoken for.

Not that she was. He just hoped it was enough to protect her if he wasn't around.

He gave her official and explicit permission to claim they were dating if she so needed to, like if she was being pursued by someone she didn't like and they wouldn't take no for an answer.

Unfortunately, for some people that just got their motor running more.

In those situations, Max advised that she fought them off as well as she could, and called him as soon as she thought they'd be too much for her alone. He'd drop anything to be there for her.

Max didn't see her the entire last week of eighth grade. He was getting worried. He'd ask around, but people would tease him, saying he should know, since they were dating, and that she finally decided to off herself.

That second one hit too close to home.

He went to her house a week into summer, after many text messages and a warning that he was going to do so.

A man answered the door. He kind of looked like her, in a vague way, but Max knew this wasn't her dad.

"I'm here to see..."

"Uh," The guy started, looking confused. "I don't know anyone with that name. Sorry."

"You... what?" Max asked, his brain breaking. He was already so close to the edge.

Two weeks with no contact at all. It was starting to scare him more than he was okay with.

"I've never heard that name before. Sorry," He said. "That's my last name, Matthews. But that's all I got."

"No, sh-she lives here. She's always lived here!" Max tried to lunge forward into the house, but the man blocked him.

"I think you should leave now, young man," He said.

Max yelled her name until his voice hurt, and the man managed to push him away long enough to shut and lock the door.

He banged on it for a while before giving up.

He sat on the porch for a while before working up the energy and motivation to leave.

What happened to her... it was like she disappeared off the face of the earth and no one even cared or noticed.

That had to have been her uncle or big brother or something, they had the same last name! How was this fair, where had she gone!

She was Max’s only real friend. His only true friend. Sure, the football team and the basketball team, but she knew more about his life and feelings than they ever would.

Not to mention, he only hung out with them out of necessity, especially the ones that had tried to hurt her.

Without her, what was even the point of trying to be decent.

In all honesty, Max liked the fear he generated. He liked that he could look at someone the right way and make them flinch. He liked knowing he could protect her.

He needed to show her that. He did his best, while still showing he could take care of her.

Okay, sure. Maybe the accusations and the lies were right, Max was in love with her.

A lot of good that did him now.

#using her the same way they use him for god #please give me feedback #i love feedback #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #i love richie #michie #trans richie lipschitz #jon matteson #will branner #might not continue idk #i wrote this instead of sleeping #i wrote this at 1 am #im gonna go to sleep now #jagerschitz #max x richie

[unlikelytrashcreation]

Hi I'm back! And without further adieu, the first two pages of the backstory of the CEO Zim AU!!!!!

I really hope you like it! I'll be doing two pages every two weeks! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

#im so proud #ehehehehe #im so happy with it!!! #ihope everyone likes it #please give me feedback #ceo zim #zadr #invaderzim #traditional sketch #lore!!!! #lore #art #invader zim #fanart #comic #marker

[grandpuppyalpaca]

I Want To Actually Write Some Fics

So, I'm finally moving to a dorm away from "home" in a few months, and I want to take the opportunity to finally start writing some of the fanfics that have been calibrating in the back of my mind.

Warnings in advance:

I will only be writing fanfic, not original works.

I have never shared or published fics before (Unless you count reading the occasional snippet in Creating Writing Club).

As of right now, I have no beta(s).

Don't know my college schedule/workload yet, so no ideas about how often I could post/update at the moment.

I likely won't be able to post anything until I have access to a computer at the college (presumably in August, sorry about that), because the closest thing I have to an unmonitored/unrestricted device at "home" is my outdated Kindle Fire tablet (where the secondary browser I downloaded to hide reading fics sometimes likes to crash every few minutes).

If you've read past all of that and are still interested in my possible future writings, here are the possible options for what I could actually post:

Azure Fingerprints: Title of a possible series based off of this idea (batman and megamind crossover). > (Time travelers have realized that Bruce Wayne will always, without exception, base his crimefighting persona on the first thing... – @grandpuppyalpaca on Tumblr)

Featuring (so far): a delayed start to "Batman's" career, SuperBat friendship, Bruce's poor social skills, the not-yet-"Batcave" getting turned into a babyproofed nursery, and lots of fluff and crack and FEELINGS. Not sure if other parts of the series would be other longfics in that world, or just little snippets of stuff.

2. Anna Elizabeth Wayne (Actual Title TBD): My take on an Annabeth is Bruce Wayne's daughter fic.

Featuring (so far): Show!Annabeth (Leah Jeffries is phenomenal), Reverse Batkids AU (with a twist or so), an Athena characterization based on Circe by Madeline Miller, GoodDad!Bruce, multiverse stuff (only a little at the moment), Siblings Bonding Over Weird Childhoods, and So Much ANGST. This one is reallllly complicated, so it might be a series just so I can include one of those "explanation of the writer's AU" pages. Not as much of a plot as it is ANGST, small ideas for individual scenes, and general vibes right now.

3. The Adventures Of Lulu And Hatchling: probably the title of first fic (probably backstory stuff) in what would likely be a series. Crossover between ACOTAR universe and PJO/HOO (I am NOT ACTUALLY merging the two worlds). Basic background is that Annabeth's mortal family are the descendants of an illegitimate child from a kept mistress of Tamlin's father, and Annabeth is the first person to have powers from their bloodline. Baby Annabeth gets sent to grow up with Tamlin (Watsonian reasons would be explained in-story), but Lucien unofficially becomes her main caretaker. She spends seven years in the Spring court (pre-Amarantha even coming to Prythian), then is returned home in time for all PJO relevant events to occur. This would NOT be a Complete Re-Write Of PJO Canon.

Featuring (so far): Multiverse stuff, Annabeth w/fae powers, Book!Annabeth description so she can look like Tamlin (Leah Jeffries is still phenomenal, fight me), Lucien's gradually increasing blood pressure, Found Family Fluff, Lucien being a good father/uncle/older brother figure, Tamlin not being a complete alphahole in the beginning, Eventual Tamlin Bashing anyway, Ianthe Bashing (once she joins the story).

Definite intentions for later parts of the story: Powerful!Annabeth High Lady!Annabeth, Consort!Percy (he refuses to become High Lord, especially when he can just vibe and technically hold the official title of Least Politically Important Person At This Meeting), Tamlin's manor getting abandoned and Annabeth employing people to help build a new one that she designs, Inter-Court Meetings between all the courts becoming a Regular Thing (bc I want to put all the little dudes in a jar, shake them up, and study the results under a microscope), Inter-Court politics, gradually undermining the patriarchy, Inter-Court friendships, Beron taking psychic damage from the sheer audacity of---, Everyone Bonding Over Hating Beron, Positive Social Change, and Me Adding My Own Additional Lore To The World Of Prythian.

Optional fun fact! The base story could take multiple paths after TTC, so it would be the most likely fic to eventually make me write one or more AUs of itself, so here's later random details of the story that may or may not be added depending on which timeline I write: Tamlin dies, Tamlin gets locked up in his own house and told that Annabeth is willing to talk to him once he's "being more rational". Beron has a brain aneurysm in the middle of an Inter-Court Meeting and dies, Percy and Annabeth somehow creating a plan to get away with sending Beron off for the Hunters and Amazons to hunt him for sport, Amarantha kills Tamlin and is shortly killed by Annabeth before ACOTAR would have happened, Rhysand and Annabeth become Very Fast Friends and make fun of people together, and Doreen Green (Squirrel Girl) becomes Annabeth's spymaster bc that would just have so much comedic potential, fight me (she's honest about that being her job [if not explaining the details of how she does it] and she's just so open and friendly and polite that it has to be a hoax, right? there's no way she's actually in charge of collecting real intelligence. she has a network of squirrels who pass info to her across the entire continent? oh right, because of the tail, very funny. some of us are actually taking this seriously, Tarquin).

4. Lightning Rod, Grounding Wire: Approximate title for a crossover AU where Agatha Heterodyne (Girl Genius) and Hunter (The Owl House) end up swapping places right before Barry would have gotten Agatha (exact explanations undecided, maybe Belos let the Collector get too bored?) and about the same time Hunter was created (with Hunter being a couple years older than her biologically). Longfic? Series? Who knows, not me(yet).

In the Boiling Isles: Agatha is initially raised by Belos in something a bit similar to the get in loser we're assassinating the emperor - elliptical - The Owl House (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own] AU, but it's Agatha (Spark, Heterodyne, etc.) so she gets on the wrong side of the empire way quicker. I'm thinking that she wouldn't make it more than a couple years after her breakthrough (w/o Uncle Barry to build her locket) before she starts spouting Extremely Logical Treason in meetings. Mostly, Canon occurs but minus Hunter (I'm going off the theory that Belos had to reuse the same galderstone for each grimwalker, so in this he's permanently down one(1) clone child soldier) and with way more explosions.

Meanwhile, over in Europa: Barry quickly deduces that this Very Small Child isn't Bill and Lucrezia's, is definitely some kind of construct, and is likely part of some kind of plot by Lucrezia (the man's stressed, and 2ish out of 3 ain't bad). Barry's not the kind of spark who'll try to vivisect or euthanize the kid just to stop Lucrezia, so his best bet is hiding him away from the world. Hunter grows up considering himself a construct, in time gets left with the "Clays", and lives a somewhat less stressful life than Agatha would have pre-canon. Everything goes passably well for him until the first events of "The Beetleburg Clank".

Featuring (so far): The rapidly increasing blood pressure of Every Adult in this situation, young Agatha being a feral gremlin, Hunter actually having a childhood, if Eda had a a nickel for every time a semi-feral teenage girl built an interdimensional portal in her back yard she'd have two nickels, SO MANY mistaken identity shenanigans after Agatha and Hunter actually meet, eventual Huntlow and Agatha/Gil/Tarvek OT3, and Eda menacing All The Sparks.

Now that I'm thinking about it, the only one of these that wouldn't need an explanation page is number one.

I do have more ideas on all four of these (as well as other vague ideas still calibrating), but this post is pretty long so I'd need a request from someone before I give more info.

Please comment/reblog/@ me with your thoughts!

For future reference, my Ao3 account is:

#percy jackson #pjo tv show #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #batman #pjo series #batfam #annabeth chase #bruce wayne #percy jackson and the olympians #girl genius #batman crossover #girl genius crossover #pjo/hoo crossover #the owl house crossover #acotar crossover #the owl house #acotar #lucien vanserra #agatha heterodyne #hunter toh #baby megamind #megamind crossover #megamind fanfiction #megamind au #please give me feedback

[crow2222]

Darry with a shrimp/sea food allergy that he and the gang only realize after he's eaten it?

I'm genuinely curious of how and why you thought of this, it left me stumped for a while because I don't have any allergies 😭 but after weeks of being in my drafts, here you go!!

WC; 1268

Summary; The gang go out to celebrate Darry's big promotion until something goes horribly wrong.

We were out for food after I found out I had a big promotion coming up, for some ungodly reason I let my brothers decide the place we'd be going for dinner and for some reason I knew I'd regret the seafood.

It all happened not in the way that I expected. I just figured I wouldn't like it or something, I really only liked the grilled fish the way Dad used to make it, or maybe my body couldn't digest it and I'd stay up in the bathroom.

The restaurant itself seemed pretty soc-y for a couple of greasers like us and the amount of times I had to stop the guys from misbehaving is embarrassing.

At least we were in our nice clothes. As nice as we own anyways.

Pony, Soda, Steve, Twobit and I quickly got our orders in, where I also had to remind them there's still a price limit, which was mostly directed at my non-blood brothers. "Just because I got a promotion doesn't mean I'm suddenly made of money" I hissed to Twobit who tried to get the most expensive meal on the menu.

Afterwards, Twobit made sure everyone in that damn restaurant heard his latest story with a blonde he "managed to score", which was so foul I had to cover Pony's ears after my attempt of shutting up the culprit himself was futile.

It didn't take long for our food to arrive, and I actually found my shrimp and rice enjoyable. It was a bland meal sure, but I was used to simple dishes from my own cooking, surely there's nothing wrong with getting something small, whereas Ponyboy thought the opposite and got himself a huge steak which not even I could finish by the looks of it.

And then on the other side of me, Soda seemed upset because his meal (salmon) wasn't dyed another colour like he'd find himself doing so, but I didn't bother to even comfort him. No one else did either, it's just one of those things you can't talk about to him. If I knew any better, he probably had a blue dye bottle in his shoe he might pull out any second to dye our food.

Twobit got lobster tail which seemed interesting to me, so much so that I managed to sneak a bit of it for myself once his head was turned. I didn't really dislike it, but it was just not my kinda thing.

And last but not least, Steve. He also had something with shrimp in it like me, but it seemed more like a complicated dish. It resembled a salad which looked like an impossible meal for a sweet tooth like Steve to eat but glory, he ate it all up. I'll give him that much.

I had to admit I felt a bit weird as I stared at my cleared plate. I don't know what it was, maybe the seafood was actually going to make me sick like I feared, but I didn't bring any notice to my odd feeling and quickly wiped my runny nose with my napkin before we got up.

Once I paid the bill I was preparing to regret anyways, we headed out to the Dingo to meet up with other guys to have fun with. I knew what the fun was going to consist of, so despite the heat from the gang and nicknames like "buzzkill" and "party-pooper" being thrown at me, despite the fact I was the reason they were even celebrating in the first place, I was going to head home. The way I had to start fighting the urge to throw up just convinced me to get home faster.

I was mumbling my goodbye's to everyone at the parking lot and telling Ponyboy and Sodapop to come home at curfew or else we'd have a problem, but my threats weren't coming off strong with my sudden shortness of breath.

I let out a sharp wheeze at the end of my sentence as my breathing started to quicken, as if I couldn't get enough air.

"Darry?" Sodapop immediately knew something was up judging by his tone of his voice, or maybe it was Ponyboy. I don't remember..

I let my calloused fingers wrap around my throat as I gasped and coughed violently, each cough racking through my body. What the fuck is happening? Twobit tried to remove my hands clutching my neck for some reason, did he think I was choking myself or something? I felt my throat get squeezed more and more with each passing second.

The nausea quickly became overwhelming, to the point where I let myself fall to my knees and double over, ready to get rid of the poison in my stomach but my cough was completely stopping me.

I could feel the confusion and panic from the gang around me, but I had no answers like I'd usually have. I felt just as confused and panicked as them, if not more.

I felt tears prickle through my eyes as I screwed them shut. Somethings very fucking wrong.. Why is this happening?

I felt so many hands on me and eventually I heard the old creak of the truck. That's when I realised I was pushed into the passengers seat. I don't know who was beside me, or driving, or who were the lucky friends stuck in the back but I couldn't find myself caring as I struggled to breathe, the itch covering my arms wasn't helping either.

I was trying, I was trying so goddamned hard to breath but to no avail. I was spluttering and choking still, with a gasp of air here and there that managed to keep me somewhat conscious. I feel the need to say "somewhat" because if I was going to be honest, I felt like I was on the brink of staying conscious.

I had a mighty strong itch on my arms at this point but I was too preoccupied with holding my throat to scratch myself. I don't know why I was doing that, a reflex I guess.

We must've arrived at the hospital at some point during my rushing thoughts because next thing I know, I was on a stretcher, maybe I was on the couch at home? and cold hands were all over me again, this time they were fighting me with my arms, I remember the satisfying feeling of letting go of myself and punching someone before they managed to get my arms stiff by my side.

Someone was holding me down, and before I could open my eyes to the harsh lights that was visible from my eyelids, I felt something cold enter in my thigh.

I didn't know if my brothers were even near me at this point, but I was rolled somewhere where I was pricked with something again and finally a mask on my face.

I greedily took in the air given to me, which I realised was even possible because my throat wasn't as closed up anymore. Did they actually help me?

It then took a little while longer until all the medical staff left and my brothers were allowed in.

Despite my mind still being a bit fuzzy, I listened to the nurse that entered alongside my brothers that explained my situation. I had something called an anaphylactic shock.

Basically, I had a severe allergy reaction to something, and I know exactly what it was.

The glance Ponyboy and Sodapop shared told me they knew as well.

"How about rice and beans next time Darry?"

God I hated them.

#the outsiders #darry curtis #theoutsiders #the outsiders darry curtis #you're telling me a shrimp fried this rice? #please give me feedback #i know i can improve #is this pov and tense confusing? i hope not

[green-crocs12]

I can’t be the only one who was a little surprised at how rayman turned out in CLH. and no, not the “omg he killed someone!! he did crack and said no-no words! but he’s from a kids game!!” but more of like.. i thought he was gonna be the main villain or something close to that 😭 like what i mean is looking at that poster with him up at the top looking all scary and controlling made me think that we were going to get a Rayman that was all evil and stuff. And don’t get me wrong, i absolutely adore the rayman that we did get, plus ramon, but i thought he was going to be the kind of unforgiving malicious evil government type of dude that covered it all up with a smile and acted all nice while on tv. and if you look at his concept art, you can see that they were kinda going for that? and the actual rayman we got is kinda like that too but what i had envisioned was a much more dangerous and threatening version of the show one. i feel like if they had went with this idea of rayman it would have made his “arc” or whatever it’s called have more impact. while the rayman we did get was working for eden and spreading its propaganda and stuff, a rayman like this would have seemed a lot more like he had direct ties with eden. but i do get why they didn’t do that; one: he would kinda look stupid as a main villain. and two, our actual villain is sarah. but i just like the idea of rayman seeming like the type of villain that knows what he’s doing, but in reality eden was just controlling him HARD. which would have made it seem like him turning on eden was a much bigger deal, because well the dude was literally making it seem like he was doing edens work with that evil little smile on his face idk man lol

but i mean… we might still be able to get that, considering that eden apparently cloned rayman and he’s just running around filling in for the actual guy or something. i’m just hoping that the show actually does something with him and doesnt just use him as a substitute for rayman while the actual rayman is hiding as ramon. i mean come ON just look at him here (and i know this probably isn’t the actual CLONE of rayman, but this was the image that got me in this stupid rant):

how are you gonna tell me that doesn’t scream “cute cartoonish character that looks really nice but is actually evil”??? i have to admit that i was a little disappointed when rayman immediately felt bad for what he had done because of eden, but it was a very in character thing for someone like him to do. although i really did want to see mean spoiled rayman 😭 but hey, we still have a chance of getting something like that from him rayman clone thing. (also please lmk if this made sense i was rushing and i’ve never really talked about a character in this way b4 so i have absolutely NO CLUE what i’m doing right now 💀)

#rayman #clh rayman #cl rayman #ramon #my ideas ig? #please give me feedback #man idk what i’m doing #ramble #rant #clhabdr #clh #is this character analysis? #sure #uhhh what else #my ramblings #i might do this again #i liked writing out my opinions #enjoy idk #i just found this draft btw lol

[aflockofravens]

Ran into an issue with my vampire smut turned murder mystery esque multi chaptered fic and I need feedback 🙃

I wanted to make Yuuji a reporter but I'm not convinced the golden retriever himbo would ask the hard hitting questions the way I had planned out. No hate, I love him so much, I just don't want it to become a case of "he wouldn't fucking say that" or having him be so OOC that it defeats the whole purpose.

Thoughts?

#not to say that reporters can't be dumb AND still good at their jobs #look at me for example #I'm dumb as fuck but I was a good reporter #but i don't want to make him too out of character #maybe I'm overthinking this #please give me feedback #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #fushiita #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #yuji itadori #itadori yuuji #yuuji itadori #itadori yuji #jjk fic #jjk smut #itafushi smut #fushiita smut #fic writing #feedback request

[linkedtothewild]

Not sick anymore, but didn’t get anything done on the comic when I was.

I did, however, draw this:

I thought I’d post it here to get feedback from other artists on here. How’s it look?

#LW #art #digital art #please give me feedback #I didn’t use any references :)

[bobombogenesis]

Lil preview of what's coming up in chapter 15 of Burnin' for You (little because there are very few SFW passages I can post here 😅)

maybe things go a little deeper for both Bowser and Luigi than either of them thought they did...

“Wh-what made you start thinking about it? I mean, about doing this with a human man? You don't even know any human men besides Mario and me, do you?”

“Nope,” said Bowser, smirking. “Didn't even know there were human men 'til I saw you for the first time—I thought humans were all girls, like Peaches and Princess Daisy. I got to wondering just how different you guys are from me. Never wanted to think too hard about Mario, but the more times I saw you, the more I wondered about it. And I guess one thought just led to another, y'know?”

“Wait, you mean—when you were thinking about getting with a human guy, you were thinking about me?”

“Well like I just said, I wasn't thinking about your stupid brother, and like you just said, I don't know anyone else!” retorted Bowser a bit defensively. “I was just curious, is all. It's not like I expected it to ever actually happen.”

“Me either. . . ,” Luigi murmured. He could scarcely believe that Bowser had really thought about being with him, even just out of curiosity. He hadn't imagined that Bowser ever thought about him at all. It gave Luigi the courage to continue, “But now that it has, we. . . we should make the most of it, right?”

Bowser smiled up at him and whispered back, “Right.”

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[a little later...]

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“Tell me I'm your king!” demanded Bowser. “Your loyalty may lie with Peach out there, but tell me that here in bed, it belongs to me!”

Luigi cried immediately, “Yes! You're my king—the only one, I swear. I don't want anyone but you, King Bowser! I—” He broke off and literally bit his tongue before he said something stupid like “I love you.” For one thing, that would be certain to scare Bowser off, and for another, it couldn't be true. Luigi had only spent a little more than a day with Bowser, and you couldn't go from feeling nothing for someone to being in love with him in just a day. You couldn't.

(Although. . . had he really felt absolutely nothing before yesterday? Had it been nothing but fear that made his heart beat faster whenever he'd encountered Bowser over the past two years? Had it been mere disgust that made him shiver all the times he'd recalled the way Bowser's touch had felt on his face when the king stroked it, the day they met? Had it been only righteous indignation on Peach's behalf that made him burn inside every time Bowser professed his love for her?)

Fortunately, before Luigi's inner questions could spiral into a panic, Bowser responded to his declaration with another leer, “That's it, that's what I wanna hear—that I'm yours, and you're mine. So now I'll give you what you need, and [redacted]!”

#they call each other king and princess in bed #bowuigi #bowuigi fanfiction #bowser x luigi #please give me feedback #i need the dopamine

[lostghost0o0]

#the outsiders #se hinton #dallas winston #johnny cade #the outsiders fanart #this is a democracy #please give me feedback #:) <3

[ellie-v1ne]

I'm very very proud of myself for drawing this

lyrics from the song below!!

#technoblade #tubbo #fireworks duo #technoblade fanart #tubbo fanart #i haven't slept for a day #please give me feedback #SoundCloud #Spotify #el1v1ne

[aadamantine]

Character 6: Mash Burnedead

This one is one of my more fleshed out ones. I love him.

#autistic headcanon #anime #autistic characters #anime headcanons #autism #anime and manga #please give me feedback #mashle #mash burnedead #mashle spoilers

[fic-over-cannon]

hmmm debating whether to post a story (unrelated to A Soft Touch) as a one-shot or two parter. if it’s a one shot it probably won’t get posted until the new year, but if it’s two parts i could get the first half up this week. thoughts?

#do people want to wait for the whole thing? #or potentially get half and a cliff hanger? #please give me feedback #sunnie speaks

[deny-the-issue]

I have never had this much trouble getting my art out there as much as I have recently. Is it not worth reblogging? Am I doing something wrong? Is it not showing up in the tags???

The bg 3 fandom is really kickin right now, just not for me.

I am seriously looking for feedback. At some point I will just give up on posting my art entirely, and I don’t want that to happen.

At this point I have one note for every hour I worked on it, and 5 are from me reblogging the damn thing.

#personal #please give me feedback

[pissthena]

God May Forgive, But I Won’t

This is my first fic in a while! Please let me know any critisism or comments you may have! Always appreciated! It will also be up on my AO3, PinkPunkBun!

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Castiel and Crowley attempt to solve another case on their own. Poor Freddie Vinson has been murdered and it's up to agents Sheeran and Styles to figure out the ghastly culprit. A few fake badges and dead citizens later, will they fall in love?

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The door flew open, banging against the wall, seemingly startling one of the men that had knocked only a moment before. Anya’s brows furrowed as she glanced upon the strangers, seemingly unsure as to who they thought they were, interrupting her well-deserved alone time. “I am agent Sheeran and this is my partner-” The taller of the men, sporting a worn out trenchcoat, gestured towards the other, clad in a dark suit. “Agent Styles.” Agent Sheeran whipped out a faded wallet, containing a badge and ID, displaying his name, Taylor Sheeran. “We are investigating the murder of Freddie Vinson.” He continued, as the smaller one nodded along. “Could we perhaps come in and have a chat?” Agent Styles gestured towards the door. It wasn’t often the Brits came knocking on her door, so she couldn’t help but feel a bit charmed. He flashed a charming smile before he immediately began ushering the other agent in, not waiting for Anya’s response. She slowly closed the door behind them, too baffled to command anything of the agents. Perhaps this was just the way the FBI worked. “Uh..” Sheeran loosened his tie, almost seeming unnerved, as he followed Anya through the hallway towards her living room. In the meantime agent Styles was peeking around every corner he possibly could, as if he’d lost something in her house. “So uh… What was your relation to Freddie Vinson?” The taller man queried as he sat down on the leather couch, wincing as it squeaked at the contact. “Freddie? I just worked with him.” Anya shrugged, retrieving the mug of tea she had made earlier. She sat down in the chair opposite of the couch, clenching the mug in her hands. “It’s not like I knew him well… He was just there, usually shy and quiet. I think he only really talked to Robert.” “Robert Statham?” Agent Styles piped up as he waltzed into the room. “The big fella? Hardly seems like one to chat.” He plopped down on the couch, close enough that his thighs were pressed against his fellow agent’s, who didn’t seem to mind his closeness. She supposed agents had to be close, with the kind of work they do. “Yes. I guess he can come across as a rude meathead.” The brunette laughed meekly. “But I promise, he can be nice. He was nice to Freddie… I know I didn’t really know him, but he didn’t deserve… that.” Disgust coated her words, her face contorted into disdain. “No one does. Who does something like that? To someone like Freddie…” Anya peered up, her dark eyes catching Sheeran’s bright blue ones. He gave her a soft smile, clearly trying to soothe her. Styles' eyes on the other hand, were wandering over the taller man’s face, as if he was studying a work of art. “Monsters do. We will catch him.” He reassured her, seemingly not noticing the eyes gliding over his jaw. As if Styles realized his behavior his eyes shot to meet Anya’s and she realized she hadn’t truly made eye contact with him before. His eyes seemed almost… Empty. As if no soul, no joy, no nothing lied behind them. A chill ran down her spine, echoing out goosebumps on the way down. Her hair stood on ends, every bone in her  body was telling her to run. Styles’ eyes turned back to his colleague and just like that, everything was back to normal, as nothing had happened at all. Anya's ragged breath drew the attention of both men, no one saying a word as she silently convinced herself it was just a draft. The silence was deafening until one of the agent’s finally piped up. “Did he perhaps have any enemies? Someone wishing him harm? Someone dodgy who might wanna rip him apart like that?” The moment the words left Styles’ mouth, a stern look shot his way, courtesy of Sheeran. “I… No? He was nice… Wouldn’t hurt a fly! That ghost probably wouldn’t even harm him. I’m sure!” Anya’s flustered outburst was enough to catch the attention of both detectives, who burst out in unison. “Ghost?” Their eyes locked onto the woman, whose confusion only grew at their interest. “Yeah… You know, the ghost of Wendy Hill?” She shrugged, as the agents shared a knowing look, Sheeran’s eyes trailing down to the smirk stuck on Styles’ lips, just for a brief moment before tearing them away. “Could you expand on what Wendy Hill’s ghost is?” He asked, leaning forward. “I guess? You know Wendy Hill? There’s this big abandoned house on top and it’s haunted by the ghost of Sheryl Casey. It’s a dare to go in there and come out with an item.” Anya put down her mug and pointed towards a small candlestick. “I got that one out a few years back. Now it’s just collecting dust. I think Freddie went there a few days ago. Some guys at work were pressuring him to go do it. Then he wouldn’t listen when Robby told him not to…” She trailed off with a sigh. “Robby being Robert Statham, yes?” Styles inquired, seemingly satisfied with the nod he got in response. “Did anyone go with him? Or did the poor sod go alone?” “Robby went with him last I heard.” She shrugged. “Do you know which item he took?” Agent Sheeran questioned, peering at the candlestick. When did his hand find Styles’ thigh? “Nah, I wasn't there. I think you have to ask Robby about that.”

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[thetinylittlespider]

Introduction to the first chapter of the first season of my main OC story. (Because I might need 2 seasons to cook this up).

For context: The place in this story is a completely fictional one, a dystopia with slightly better technological development than our current world, it will be elaborated further in the progress of the story.

Tearing Up: Season 1.

Chapter 1: Routine.

CW: Blood, violence, mature language, abuse, horror and hard moments for at least the first 3 or 5 chapters.

KU-M9's POV:

"We fight today for a brighter tomorrow."

Those words were the only thing that used to greet me every morning. A poster of what seemed to be a person in a black elegant suit, with no human feature that I could recognize since their face was covered in a white mask, rising up a hand in the air, pointing at the sky with the index finger, which provided the people from the picture a bright light of what I supposed meant...hope.

It took me a while to catch the meaning of those words, it was almost a year since I learned to speak correctly, it helped me to understand the commands I was given clearly, and to finally be able to talk with my siblings in a more civilized conversation.

"He still needs to develop a few key characteristics. Today he is turning 15 and we are running out of time, if we rush it he may not survive."

I heard thunderous voices outside my enclosure, yeah, did I forgot to mention? My room was a 10 x 10 cm box made out of reinforced glass, located in such way over a desk that I can only see the same wall with the same poster every morning if there is not a human sitting in front of me, sometimes observing, sometimes picking me up with metal clamps so they can take me to a test room, or other times, they just sat there giving compliments about how cute I was, how "docile" I was in contrast to my other siblings, or check up my fangs with no care if they caused me harm.

I took some unstable and painful steps closer to the invisible wall of my room, as usual, there was a piece of tape on that side with something written on it. "KU-M9" a short for "Killer Unit, Mutation of 9th generation". That was my name, and it had been like that as far as I can remember, with time I got used to it.

"Even the little one from next generation has completed her development already. But we've been trying to wake his nature for almost 10 years now...This should not take as long."

Oh, right, they were talking about me just a second ago, they seemed to be dissapointed of me. Since I was 5 they've tried to unlock some mutations in my body, if I remember correctly my instincts had to bring up the adrenaline necessary to unlock them, with that reasoning, they had to expose me to several trials, tests, and my word of choice, "tortures", so I could fully get my abilities. But as casual as those events sound...It scared me to my core when I was taken out from that crystal box. The docile nature that those scientist mentioned before was only my pure fear manifesting itself freezing my body, containing tears and screams while they performed my tests, not even able to open my mouth to beg for them to stop, unable to act on my own, I was at the mercy of those godlike beings that towered over me every single day, giving ideas and trying out new things that could work for me, at some point it became a hobby of them to toy with me, and they only stopped if I was at the brink of death, situation that came often in this laboratory.

My body was decorated with scars, wounds that still needed time to heal, burns that were result of either fire or liquid nitrogen, my face had some bruises too, near my eyes, and my legs kept shaking even after 1 week of them being almost crushed because of high pressure. And to top all of that, sleeping was impossible when all of that was just a monday and I had to get ready for more, the pain was my only thought when I tried to close my sore eyes, and moving to a more comfortable position in the soil of my box caused a horrible and unpleasant feeling to every part of my damaged body.

Lucky me, all those horrible things were behind a thin orange cloth that was my "uniform" if we may call it that. But for the view of the scientist, I looked more like a prisoner with that outfit, not like they were wrong, this place was an absolute prison.

Maybe the next test will be the one to end it all...

As soon as I took air to prepare myself mentally, contain the tears of fear, and tense my body to be tortured again, a gigantic mountain of human flesh interrupted me, a woman's face, casting a shadow that devoured the light of my room, now everything I could see was her.

"Hey, little one, how are we doing today? We are going to skip the usual routine this time. I know you are excited to get your abilities like the rest, but we are running late, so, we are making a leap of faith with you! All the products must be ready by now, and you are the last one and still having development problems...This presentation might be your last chance to wake up your abilities, social pressure is the only thing we never thought about, and who knows, it might work and you will get to see the world outside for once!"

At that, only a few words came out of my mouth in a low volume and weak tone of voice.

ーI...Hungryー That's not quite what I was trying to say, but I believe my stomach is blocking my brain functions to control my body and speech. And I noticed just now how much my stomach hurt, how much it had been since I didn't got any food? Felt like almost a week.

Also...Outside? Was that a prank? Why would they take me outside if I perform well? Wouldn't it be the opposite? She took a step back, now moving her arm at the top of my box, the ceiling...With one hand she managed to open with ease what I had been trying to do for all my childhood since I have memory. This time, she didn't bother to use a tool to pick me up like any other day, she used her bare hand for once, taking for granted that my nature was docile, unlike the others, I never had a record of biting people, or showing any big attempts of resisting after I was 12, the age I understood it was useless to fight back. That idea was supported by the moment she hold my head between her index finger and her thumb, using a moderate amount of force to pull me out of my "cage" without dropping me.

But...It felt different...without their gloves, the equipment or metal tools, her skin was soft, warm at the touch, my head was engulfed by her fingers, and I could hear her heartbeat, the flow of her blood inside her veins, a composition of sounds I never experienced before.

Was I afraid? My muscles were tense, I froze again, she was carrying my body in a painful way, and it was getting really hard to breath as she used more pressure in between her fingers, but it was far from the worst those hands had done to me. For the first time in my life, even if it gave me a slight sense of pain...I felt warmth from another living being, I don't recall this sensation not even when I was about to sleep on the soil of glass back on my room.

But that experience was shut down quickly as she dropped me in another surface, the fall had quite the distance for a creature who was only 2 inches tall, and I stood up slowly trying to clear my vision, regain oxygen and focus on what this crazy idea was about, ignoring the pain in my body once again. I gave a try on my senses to explore my surroundings, but what I heard, smelled, and saw was the last thing I was expecting to see for today...And I was not looking forward to it.

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[mmriesoftvat]

wrestling with the idea of adding either alhaitham, kaveh, or both.

thoughts?

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