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ruporas · 5 months
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I love your chibis, they remind me of Peanuts (comic)
thank you!! i remember someone saying this to me before too :3 peanuts’ style is very charming so i like hearing that about my bite sized creatures❤️
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bunitivity · 3 months
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I really REALLY need to tell you my hc that Luffy and Usopp sleep in the same bed 98.37% of the time. They are EXTREMELY hard to seperate.
When Usopp first joins the strawhats along with Merry, the boys have to make do with what they have. And that includes taking turns sleeping in the hammocks. Now I'm going to reference that pic where Luffy is hanging down on Usopp's body from his hammock. Also the one where Zoro and Sanji sleep on the floor face to face. That one. One time Luffy actually falls into Usopp's hammock but neither of them realize it and in the morning the sniper might have hit his head when falling on the floor from the sudden surprise. But then it became a usual thing and both of them were becoming closer friends so eventually Usopp just proposed them sleeping together since they're gonna end up like that in the end. Of course the more they travelled, they got bunks for comfort, because sleeping on the floor/couch got annoying.
Then Water 7 happens and Usopp is devastated. He really wants to go back to them snuggling but he feels like if he offers it right after what happened to them it would feel like he didn't feel sorry at all, which is not true. And besides, Sunny has all the comfort you could ever want, so no more "well, if you're gonna slip into my bunk anyways, why not just share it from the start" excuse.
However, Luffy's thought process is a little different. He gets a little confused as to why Usopp still hasn't invited him over. Well, the sniper apologized, they had an emotional reunion, spent the rest of the day together and now they won't even snuggle like they did before? Something's gotta be up.
So as soon as Luffy makes his decision, he "slips" into Usopp's bunk and hugged the shit out of the sniper, making sure he wasn't going anywhere. Usopp let him stay. He wanted to anyways.
So since then, their habit of sharing one bed and cuddling was fully established. Oh boy, I sure hope they don't get seperated again only for a longer period of time.
No listen you literally read my mind! I’ve literally been thinking about this idea nonstop I’ve it written in my draft somewhere. Still think about that moment post dressrosa where usopp just goes to sleep right on top of luffy and no one bats an eye lol(really tried to find a pic of it but it isn’t in my tag ://) it was just business as usual for everyone but there’s no way that’s the first time that’s happened. They definitely sleep together all the time. It’s just second nature to them to just curl around each other and fall asleep.
And oh w7 ;-; the most devastating arc my beloved <3 neither of them sleeps during their separation(i dont actually have long they were apart but I’m pretty sure it was just one night considering how fast paced one piece is but it was a very looong night either way with Usopp staying up working on the merry while luffy just tossing and turning until he just ends up staring out over that rooftop where nami finds him the following morning telling her he was looking out for robin but really he was just looking out the sea to where the merry was docked🥲)
and ofc luffy would be the one to push past the awkwardness because once usopp apologized that was it he had already forgiving him the moment he saw usopp on that bridge screaming at him to keep fighting(still think about how ready luffy was to bring him to the crew immediately post ennies lobby until zoro knocked some sense into him lol) there was no way he was going another sleepless night without him
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jamiesfootball · 2 months
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For the six sentence ask game: Throughout the evening and all the noise, Roy keeps a close eye on Jamie, and when at long last he finally crumbles, Roy is already moving to catch him.
Happy enrichment and happy writing!
Throughout the evening and all the noise, Roy keeps a close eye on Jamie, and when at long last he finally crumbles, Roy is already moving to catch him.
Jamie, being a prick, loops his arms around Roy's neck and brings him crashing down with him.
"Oi!" Roy tries to growl around a mouth stretched too wide. His knuckles sting where he's managed to block their Ballon d'Or nominee's skull from cracking against the pavement; a close save worthy of its own Golden Glove, if you ask him.
The mad lad responds by bursting into giggles, face flushed with the truly irresponsible amount of alcohol Roy's let him get away with. "We won, Coach- we won!"
Roy catches him when he tries to stand, stumbling and nearly falling and stumbling and nearly falling and stumbling and nearly falling, until it's easier to just brace him up against his shoulder and let the heavy, happy weight of victory settle in with a contented sigh that cuts through the raucous noise of celebration.
He's not used to playing safety net, but tonight Roy doesn't mind playing keeper.
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sunshinechay · 3 months
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SeanWhite for the ship ask!
SeanWhite!
These two are my babies! I love them so much. They hold such a special place in my heart as Not Me was one of my first gmmtv shows that I watched as well as my first OffGun show. Plus they are just so adorable and also badass together.
They make each other complete and give 110% all the time. Sean is a pathetic (affectionate) babygirl and White is the place at which he worships and I think that amazing. White is so smart and quick witted and just the most character of all time.
Their chemistry feels so natural (*starstruck in OffGun*) and while I wouldn’t necessarily call them a slow burn, I like that they took their time finding each other and figuring out how they feel about each other. I also love that Sean is never really angry that White lied to him about being Black. Like he gets angry about the unintentional hot-cold that happens because Black comes back, but he figures out pretty quickly that it wasn’t done to be malicious and thus is completely willing to listen to White about what happened.
I also love that Sean unintentionally ends up functioning as White’s anchor as he ends into this new world. He becomes the person White relies on the most pretty quickly and he is more than willing to do it, even if he’s not entirely aware it’s happening at all.
In conclusion, these two motherfuckers (affectionate) have my heart. I’m never going to be normal about them. I love them so much!
Also the flag scene. Sean absolutely did not need to hold White’s hand, but he does and I’m never getting over it!
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virgo-dream · 7 months
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9 and/or 17 for the ask game!
Hi Seiya!!! 💖 I’m not going to answer 9 in this post because I honestly have memory issues and I don’t currently remember something I wrote that I’m particularly proud of right now :(
17. Are there any writers and/or stories that you consider an influence?
Uuuuuuuh I think I’ve said this to them a billion times but I’m definitely tagging them here too!
@avelera is fully the reason why I’m on tumblr for Dreamling and even writing fic! I love the way she develops her plots, the impeccable grasp she has on the minds of the characters, and just how well she does writing stories in different genres. Also, Maggie has the ability to not coddle the characters and show their ugly sides too, which is something I admire a lot.
@softest-punk has to hear me scream whenever they post anything because soft has the gentlest, kindest and most hopeful writing I’ve ever seen. Everything is imbued with an inner light and just fiercely loving. Soft, like Maggie, also has incredible grasp of the technical part of writing (which is the reason why I’ve bothered both of them for writing advice).
@landwriter is an absolute master of themes and language. Just unhinged levels of drenching a story in symbolism even in the smallest little details. Also, the way Gloam does research is insane. I wish I had the same level of brain power to do research for work that Gloam does for fics.
@moorishflower’s writing is wild, vivid, unapologetic, experimental… moorish is just out here writing about themes and in ways that I’ve never allowed myself to even consider trying. Another master of language, like Gloam, and constantly pushing the boundaries.
@chiron-crow just goes there with his fics. He’s exploring pain, darkness, honesty and healing in an incredibly raw way that I think even scares him sometimes. I love how Chi organises his writing, how methodical he is in his process and how deeply he cares for the themes he chooses to tackle (Also his poetry fucking slaps ok?)
@valeriianz’s Bolt In The Blue has such a strong grip on my heart that I actually wrote fic for Kris’ fic lol. It’s a true slow burn, which I enjoy reading but am terrible at executing in my own writing. I love how Kris is able to take something that is not a common experience (being a touring musician) and stripping it down to the bare bones of it, the points of connection where everyone can identify with the characters.
@beatnikfreakiswriting’s “would you let me know” is one of the most delightful fics I’ve had the pleasure of stumbling upon. The exploration of Dream and Hob’s relationship, how Dream slowly opens up, all while dealing with the academic environment as a backdrop. I’ve steered away from academic AUs because I have deep academic trauma, so this fic made me feel seen and I was happy to have given it a chance. I just remember being happy reading it.
MonstruousRegiment is not on tumblr as far as I’m aware, but both The Uses of Adversity and The Stars Move Still are in my kindle fic bible for continuous reading because damn, those fics are good. There are so many original characters that just feel native to the universe they’re exploring. Their take on the “Hob saves Dream from the fishbowl” trope is one of my favourites to date. In the second instalment of the series, they manage to do yet another incredible canon divergence take. I’d read a thousand of those, just exploring how things could be different at different points of the story.
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the-hawkeyes · 1 month
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How does your muse flirt? Are they the master of body language or a witty one-liner, or is the idea of flirting so foreign to them they wouldn't know the first thing to do about it? Do they tend to realise they're being flirted with, or does the other party tend to need to spell it out to them?
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Kiera's no stranger to flirting! She loves to flirt, and is generally pretty good on picking up if someone's flirting with her! And returning the flirting in some equal measure. Although she's usually the one to initiate, for a long time this was just towards men.
It wasn't until she was in her mid-40's did she realize that she was bi, and started actively seeking out women. But she wasn't nearly as confident in her flirting, having never been with a woman before. Whenever women flirted with her, she never really picked up on it, and when she did, she was easily flustered.
While that is mostly gone after dating her wife, and marrying her, there's still those times when Iyrn whips out a line that leaves her blushing and stammering in embarrassment.
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allylikethecat · 25 days
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I need gatty with gentle forehead kisses it is so important to me I’m so glad you’re doing more prompts I literally only check tumblr to see if you’ve posted 😭😭😭
Hello there kind anon who sent me this prompt in literally August but I am the WORST and just now filling it. I hope you're still here and I am so very grateful for your patience and also extremely sorry for the extremely long wait. I hope this isn't an epic disappointment. Working on it today made me smile amongst all of the sadness of this era being over. If anyone else wants to send a prompt from the kiss me with your eyes closed list and doesn't mind waiting apparently months, the list can be found HERE. Thank you so much for sending this in, and I apologize again for being the absolute worst and taking so long to finish it! I hope you have a great weekend and that you have a great week!
❤️Ally
Gentle. Forehead. Kisses. 
“Hey,” said George softly, slipping easily into Matty’s space with the ease and confidence of someone who had been doing so for years. He wrapped his arms around Matty’s narrow waist, and hooked his chin over Matty’s shoulder, the fabric of his well loved tee shirt wash-soft against the underside of George’s jaw. 
“Hey,” said Matty, not even looking away from the easel he had set up in the courtyard, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he stared at the canvas in concentration, an eruption of color marring the surface.
Following the final show of their tour, George had very quickly found himself back in the studio the next week, working through the backlog of production projects he had been procrastinating on. Meanwhile, Matty had moved through their home like a ghost, sleeping all day, and awake half the night, limping aimlessly from room to room, unsure what to do with himself without the rigid structure, the routine and accountability of tour. 
His therapist had recommended he find a hobby, one fully separated from work because as much as Matty loved music, lived and breathed it, at the end of the day, it was still his job. 
Reading just made him want to write, and every time he sat down to work on his novel he ended up scrawling lyrics on a napkin instead. His knee couldn’t currently handle the physicality of running or even jiu jitsu at the moment which left him restless. George is the one that had suggested he try painting, sheepishly holding out a bag of acrylic paints and brushes. 
Matty had taken to it quickly, swirls of color smeared across the canvas that now covered their dining room table as Matty lay them out to dry. 
“It looks good,” said George, tilting his head slightly as he took in the orange and yellows that covered the surface. He didn’t always understand Matty’s art, but he liked that it put the light back in his eyes, that he got excited bringing each finished piece inside and resting it on the dining room table. He kept making jokes about starting an Etsy shop, about donating the proceeds to charity. George wasn’t sure if he was actually joking. 
“Thanks,” said Matty, adding another stroke of yellow, blending it with the orange. 
He wouldn’t say it, he couldn’t find the words, but he hoped that George realized the painting was him. Not him the tangible sense, but how he made Matty feel, his insides all twisted up with love and desire, and yearning and the ever present disbelief, even after all these years, that George still wanted him back. Unlike the dark grays and blacks and whites with violent splashes of red that had made up Matty’s earlier works, this one was different, it was happy. Looking at it made Matty feel happy the same way George did. He would be keeping this one. This painting was for them.
“You’re back early,” said Matty, twisting in George’s arms. George snorted. Matty had a smudge of orange paint on his nose, a streak of yellow in his hair. 
“I’m actually late,” George said, and Matty frowned. 
“What time is it?” he asked, dipping his brush in the pint glass of water he had commandeered from the kitchen and leaving it to soak.
“Little after six,” said George, bemused, it wasn’t the first time that Matty had lost track of time while absorbed in a project, and he doubted it would be the last.
“Oh,” said Matty, his cheeks flushing, “I didn’t realize I had been out here so long.” 
George couldn’t help it, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against Matty’s forehead, his sun warmed curls tickling his lips as they brushed against his face.
“You’re really fucking cute,” said George, “you know that right?” 
Matty pretended to scoff, “I’m not cute,” he said with faux indignation. “I am a very manly, masculine, adult man, I am not cute.” 
“Fucking adorable,” said George, pressing another kiss to Matty’s forehead, “like a little woodland creature, all small and fluffy and cute.” 
Matty just made a huffing noise, standing up on his tiptoes to capture George’s mouth with his own, slipping his tongue between George’s eager lips. When he pulled away they were both breathing heavily, and George now had some of the orange paint on his face as well. 
“Now tell me,” said Matty, his voice thick with arousal, “was that cute.” 
George just chuckled,  “cute as fuck.” 
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hold-him-down · 2 months
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Hi! This is long overdue since I have been fully obsessed with Luke and Leo since discovering them like three months ago: The Fighter is one of my favorite things I have ever read/I love these guys sososo much/I have basically been rereading all their content on loop for months now and my heart jumps for joy whenever you write more for them or in their universe <3 <3 <3 Thank you so much for sharing your writing! I wish I could better express the depth of my appreciation and would also be curious what tokens of gratitude/interactions from fans you like (comments? asks? derived works? ko-fi donations?) Sincerely, a devoted follower <3
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THANK YOU! This was so kind of you to send <3<3
my favorite tokens of appreciation are any/all indicators that someone has read the thing :) likes, comments, reblogs, asks, art/derived work all make me so happy, with people's thoughts slightly outweighing likes/'no-comment' reblogs. That's not to say likes and no-comment reblogs are insufficient, but if we're talking the interactions I like the most, it's the ones that include some kind of connection from the reader (even if it's rambling/silly/etc- I LOVE to get to hear people's thoughts).
reblogs with comments are probably the GOAT because not only do they let me know you read the thing and it evoked feelings, but it also helps expand the story to new readers :)
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bihet-dragonize · 2 years
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hey just as a heads up the homemade baby formula is only for the most desperate situations and should only be done under strict pediatric advisory. cows milk, even with sugar added, can REALLY harm infants under a year old and isnt really nutritious. they cant digest it well and its too mineral dense for their organs. it can cause kidney damage and intestinal bleeding, as well as nutritional deficiencies. i know most people dont know infant food restrictions so i feel like i should be giving heads up because seeing that post spread is really stressing me out and im worried someone will actually follow the advice 😓
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livesincerely · 5 months
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hi I’ve been a fan of yours for at least two years now and I just wanted to say I adore your writing. I have re-read many of your fics when I couldn’t sleep or had down time. You’re the kind of writer who makes me want to create more. no pressure to respond I just wanted to let you know
Hello hello!! Thank you so very much, it’s always nice to hear that people enjoy my fics and there’s no greater compliment than serial re-reads! 😭💗
Do you have an especially favorite fic or chapter that you love? Back at’cha with no pressure to say, but I’m very nosy and love knowing which fics are the die hard faves ☺️
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quicktimeeventfull · 1 year
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semi-serious dn au where L doesn't speak japanese, the task force doesn't speak english, and all their communication takes place through really bad charades
(bonus points if misa is the translator and she just Lies)
i love this very much because it’s always struck me as kind of funny that everyone in death note can magically communicate with zero language barriers. like i think it’s a good narrative decision because messing around with translation would have slowed down the plot for no reason, but if you take a step back it doesn’t really make sense. also i want very badly to know in what language the spk and the task force were communicating in — i assume it’s english but i feel their chosen language would alter the dynamic a bit.
ALSO i love that in this scenario misa has the best english out of everyone, 10/10 for misa.
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supervisormeero · 9 months
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Thank you! Also @hegodamask here's the snippet I was talking about the other day, since I have no clue when I'll actually post that fic —
“An idle threat," he says.
On a wild impulse, Dedra reaches up and takes Syril's jaw forcefully in her hand—to make her point, and to put an end to his infuriating chatter. Her heart is a ball of percussive flame behind her ribs. Adrenaline lends her fingers frustrating tremors. The leather of her gloves burns as it meets the flushed heat of his skin.
“Test if it’s idle,” she threatens in a whisper louder than a shout. She contorts him so their gazes lock; she strangles him not with her grip, but with her eyes. “Test me, if you’re so inclined. I’m recently in need of a new pastime, though I doubt you’ll pose much of a challenge.”
Dedra tightens her grip and tugs him closer. His unsteady breaths caress her mouth with discordant tenderness. Blood roars furiously in her ears. She tilts her head as if to kiss him, and were she careless or uncoordinated, she might do so purely by accident. If she stumbled forward even an inch, their lips would brush.
Send me a "🌹", and I'll respond with an excerpt from a WIP!
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mollymarymarie · 6 months
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Fanfic writer self-appreciation! Answer this, then pass the ask along to your favorite writer, your mutuals, or just someone who needs to answer it. If I were to read one fic of yours that best reveals who you are as a writer, or the one you’re MOST proud of, which fic should I read?
ah thank you friend! i would probably recommend Dear Your Holiness, it's the one with the priest kink (and truthfully, probably my most cohesive, well-planned plot - most of them are just LETS FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT EVEN I DON'T KNOW THE ANSWER)
(but also I love Bird Set Free for the figure skating/Yuri On Ice vibes and We Can Pretend for butler vibes)
Instead of sending an ask, I'll tag @squintclover @blitheringmcgonagall @therealrjlupin @wolfpants @theresthesnitch @elder-millennial-trash and ask them to add on with the fic that they're most proud of (if they want to) ❤️
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libracorpvs · 1 year
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Trans Resistance Network of the infamous statement unlocked their twitter and. what level of projection and cruelty
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every time I think they can't sink lower, they do. you have to be an absolute lowlife for your reaction to one of your own killing innocent children to be this self-centred and delusional. not only did they put out a statement implying that the dead children deserved it because "hate has consequences . . . we will not be eradicated" but they're doubling down on it now! it's SO rich of them to complain about "fascists" politicising the shooting when the trans resistance network were right there turning it into a political act of vengeance for the "anti-trans" bills that were passed in Tennessee.
there's no other group on the planet who can get away with this. the death toll of the Iraq war was in the millions and we still distance ourselves from every act of terror perpetuated by any arab or muslim because it would be fucking insane to support it in the name of revenge. despite that, we're still demonised as if we were terrorists ourselves. this lot can embrace this act of terror committed in their name and the whole world will keep kissing their ass about it
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afewproblems · 10 months
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For WIP weekend - Childhood AU!
- steddie-there
Ahhhhh thank you my friend! Based on this piece In my Heart is a Memory (And There You'll Always Be) - which I am very excited about!
His mother checks in with him twice during the week. His dad has already left for his most recent work trip and Diane is planning to leave as well, at least until Sunday when Steve is expected to be discharged. 
“I’ll be gone for five days, but you’ll be here anyway, and they are taking good care of you aren’t they?” she asks, her voice uncharacteristically soft for once as she takes his cheek in her cold hand. 
Diane’s fingers brush the oxygen hosing around his cheek, Claudia had called it something weird --a canny-something-or-other. 
Diane lets go abruptly as if burned; her nose wrinkling slightly as she rubs her fingers against the palm of her hand.
She stands up from her seat at the side of his bed, smoothing down his blankets as she does so. Diane meets his gaze once, her pale blue eyes almost seem to look past him, before she hikes her handbag further up her arm.
“I’m leaving the number of the hotel with your Nurse Henry, and you’ll be home before you know it,” she nods with a forced smile and turns on her heel to slip out the door of his room before Steve can even correct her.
He hopes Claudia did get the number, that there isn’t some strange Nurse Henry with more access to his mother than even Steve is allowed. 
Make me Write!
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