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[blisslilywrites]

Dhabi x hawks and prompt 7

𝟎𝟕. ❝𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❞ + 𝘿𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙃𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙨

He ran, heart pounding to the beat of his feet against the forest floor. Above him, he spotted a dark shape soaring through the skies, chasing after him. He swore and ran faster.

Just when he thought he’d gotten away, he heard the sound of wings flapping and the dark shape dropped gracefully in front of him.

The first thing he made out was the blood-colored wings that seemed to engulf the figure. Upon seeing them, he sighed and raised his hands in defeat.

There’s no more running. Not from this one.

The wings slowly spread open, revealing a man of considerable stature. His light blond hair and golden eyes shone brightly in the moonlight.

The winged man opened his mouth and spoke, “I think it’s about time you went home...your highness.”

“I’m not going back,” replied the other man almost instantaneously.

“Orders of the king.”

“Orders of the king?” He scoffed, “The old man never bothered and only now he starts missing me?”

The winged man said nothing.

“And he sends a filthy mercenary after me no less.”

“Oh? And here I was thinking you’d long forgotten about me,” the winged man said with a smirk.

“Now, how could I forget you?”

His voice grew soft, “There’s no way I could forget you Hawks, or should I call you Takami Keigo?”

Hawks’s expression hardened. “I’ll have you know what happened that night won’t affect what happens tonight. Let me take you back.”

The dark-haired man raised an arm and smiled sadly, “I’m sorry but I said I’m not going back.”

“Then you leave me no choice.”

[serowotonin]

HEWWO UwU This is a Self-Care check! Have you drank water recently? Eaten recently? How much have you slept? Do 1 or more things that make you happy! Do you need to take any meds? Make sure to take care of yourself! Remember that you are loved and you are always going to have me to talk to! :3

akjdjdd thank youu🥺 and yes i actually did sleep a lot last night and i just ate too;3 gotta go drink some water i guess.. and do things that make me happy.,,....,,, after this then lol and nope no meds altho i should prolly go redress my wound n stuff. thank you ok and make sure you take care of yourself too🥺🥺💖

[arowrimo]

Hi. I'm writing a play about a princess who is aromantic and asexual. I wondering if you could give me any advice on how portray aro/acespec correctly? You don't have to if don't want to but I would really apperciate it!

(Apologies for taking a little time to reply, had to put some thought into this. This will be mostly about the aro part of her experience, since I’m a non-SAM aro)

My biggest piece of advice would probably be to include more than one aspec character. You avoid a lot of the issues of poor representation if you’re not using just one character to represent a whole community imo.

I’d also suggest checking out @arocharacteradvice​, as they’ve got a lot of advice there about writing aro characters. They also have multiple mods, so will likely be more comprehensive than I can.What I would suggest is to rely less on what aro/acespec people experience as a group, and consider your character more as an individual and where being aroace will affect her. Things like:

What kinds of relationships does she have/want (QPRs, friendships, parents/siblings/children, found family, peers, mentors/students etc.)? Does this change?

How does she feel about her friends/friendships in general? Some aros don’t want/have friendships, while for others they take a place of high importance - sometimes like that usually expected for romantic partners. If the latter, she might feel abandoned if her friends find romantic partners.

Does she experience other kinds of attraction? Squishes, aesthetic attraction, sensual attraction etc.

Does she know she’s aro/ace? Why/why not? Does she find out? How does that feel?

Does she know any other aro/ace people? How does she feel about that?

Did she grow up aware of romantic love, or not? (maybe she thought marriages were more like a contract due to her political position, or maybe she expected a ‘prince charming’ to appear)

Was she under pressure to have relationships or not? How did that make her feel?

That’s just a few questions I’d ask myself in your position. If you have any more specific questions, I’d probably have an easier time offering advice.

If my followers have any other thoughts, do comment on/reply to this post!

[extreme-technicality]

hiya! 😊 pass the happy! when you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! 💛

Hihi!!

1) She (She makes me sO happy holy FCUK I’m gay)

2) caramel macchiatos

3) getting off work early

4) coming up with new fic/crack ship ideas

5) literally any positive attention ever

[askanaroace]

Hi. I'm writing a play about a princess who is aromantic and asexual. I wondering if you could give me any advice on how portray aro/acespec correctly? You don't have to if don't want to but I would really apperciate it!

Well, what’s your aspec character like???

Are they romance repulsed? Indifferent? Favorable? Sex repulsed? Indifferent? Favorable?

Do they have a libido? Do they not? Does it bother them? Do they not mind?

Do they fantasize about relationships? Do they passively want a relationship? Do they actively want a relationship? Are they scared of having a relationship? Are they neutral on having a relationship? Do they passively not want a relationship? Do they actively not want a relationship?

What does being acespec mean in this circumstance? Why did they choose acespec as their label?

Aspec people are not a hivemind. There’s no one way to portray us “correctly”. Portray us as people. Because we are a wide array of people with a diverse amount of experiences and so many different feelings and relationships to romance and sex and our identity.

I think you need to take some time to flesh out your character more before you get into the nitty-gritty of what being aspec means to them and how it impacts their personality and their story.

As well, research, research, research. Instead of asking vague, sweeping questions like “how do I write aspec characters?”, go out and read what we’re saying about our experiences (I believe you already have several suggestions of places you can do this?). Understand that we, just like you, are people. We just happen to also be aspec. If you get to know us, you won’t struggle so much to write us. Come ask me again if you have a more specific question.

My best advice to you? Write the story, not the sexuality. Ie, write a character who happens to be aspec. Don’t write a story specifically about “the” aspec experience.

x

[albino-pony]

How does it feel to write one of the amazing fanfictions of all time? Btw i love you and your work💜💜💜

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Thank you..... hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh h h

And idk if it's the best. It's good, great even, it's my baby and I'm definitely biased, but in the end, it's not the best 👌😔

[serowotonin]

OMGGG @people who follow me pls go check it out🥺

and @bakuismybitch i know you’re gonna do great(*≧∀≦*)

I'm starting a writing/art blog. It is @mynxistyping so go send in some requests! There is a list of information and rules so look at that before you submit anything please!

@pinkcowgirleggpanda @shescassiopeia i started my own blog!!

[darkkidplaidopera]

found some cool picrew

so let’s make it a tag game

@1-800-i-ship-it @tower-of-weebz @dimobserver @khunfounded @bakuismybitch​ @levis-nipple​ and i don’t know people so @whoever-feels-like-joining!

[officebeepo]

So, I was tagged by @bakuismybitch for this really neat picrew! Thank you! I'm just gonna make a new post bc the other one was quite long.

Oh and here's the link if you would like to do it! https://picrew.me/image_maker/376622

I'll go ahead and tag a few people, but anyone's free to do it!

@ghostietoasty @mina-ashido-ismywife @icyhotheartwritings @cobblepottantrum and @kiribak-uwu

[pinkcowboyeggpanda]

which character are you?

tagged by: @bakuismybitch

honestly wasn’t expecting this but yeah,,,

@shescassiopeia @animebsposts @ellectric-blue @justbnhathings @firstclassdumbass aaand anyone else who wants to u.u

[blisslilywrites]

Platonic Dabi and Toga and prompt 13

𝟏𝟑. ❝𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬?❞ + 𝘿𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙖

The room was dark, save for patches of moonlight that fell through the cracks in the walls.

A short figure, presumably one of a young girl, stood in the center of the room.

Footsteps echoed as another figure, a larger one, stalked up to the girl.

“Did you bring the blood bags?” she asked without a hint of fear.

“Of course,” the larger figure replied, handing her three plastic bags, filled to the brim with a scarlet liquid.

The girl smiled delightedly and took the bags.

“Thank you Dabi.”

“Just make sure to get the job done Toga.”

“Will do.”

[serowotonin]

hiya! 😊 pass the happy! when you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! 💛

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💛💛💛💛💛

5 things that make me happy hmmmmm...food, sleep, the changes i made to my room, the fact that school’s starting again next week, and you uwu

[secondhand-trash]

Ashido Mina(BNHA)- Spring Flowers

A/N: I know that this is way earlier than the time I’m supposed to post this but I will be in an examination hall at that time so I decided to post it now uwu this is the fic I wrote for @bakuismybitch for the @/bnhaclaimedmysoul spring time event^^ sorry that I haven’t been messaging you as much as I should and that this falls short comparing to my other stuff, I kinda overestimated my ability to balance life qwq

Description: you might not be able to go out to enjoy spring as you want to but Mina is determined to bring spring to you.

Word count: 1735

When quarantine was first announced, Mina had expected that she would be the one badly hit by all this. She was the energetic one in this duo, the one that couldn’t go a day without being around other people and the one who wants to go out. If one of you would go insane because of being trapped inside he confines of your house, she could almost bet on her last existing brain cells that it would be her.

And oh boy was she wrong.

At first, you seemed to be rather indifferent by all this. “It would be fine,” you had said when her hands flailed around while she whined about how long it would be until you could do all the things you liked to do again, “there are plenty of things we can do while being inside!” You were the one who would make her get up early in the morning despite no longer having a schedule because you read that maintaining your regular habits was good for the mind. There were pages of home workout videos and craft tutorials on the search history of you browser, she was still astonished that you managed to find so many different way to sew puppets out of old socks. You had took upon yourself to make something different for lunch every single day and she had to practically beg you to stop baking after having sourdough for a week consecutively because you wanted to test out all sorts of recipes and fresh bread doesn’t last long. So, which she would now scold herself for being so stupidly optimistic but didn’t know any better at that point, she was truly convinced that the only issue you would have is the eventually shortage of space to accommodate all your creations that spawned from your boredom.

She knew that something was wrong the moment she woke up one morning and saw that it was way past the time you would usually wake her up at. It was a gradual change, but the more she picked up on your wilting spirit the more concerned she was. Lunch started repeating, you nearly forgot to feed your starter one week until she asked about the little jar of dough in your fridge, you started breaking ramen into pieces and call it a snack. She could see you physically spiraling down and it was very worrying to witness. 

The breaking point when she realised that she had to step in and pull you back was when she walked out of the room one night and saw you wrapping yourself under a cocoon made out of blankets with a nutella jar in your hand, your eyes an empty void as you stared at the glowing television. No lights on, no anything, just the pale light from the screen shining on your face and making you look so souless. Mina’s eyes travelled back and forth between your still frame and the television. Why were you watching the weather channel at 1?

“...Are you ok?”

No response, you didn’t even move. Gingerly, she climbed onto the couch next to you and gave your shoulder a light poke. “(y/n)?"

Nothing, not even a budge. You jumped when she called for your name again, this time louder and with a bit of a squeak to her voice. Clumsily, clutching the jar that nearly dropped, you coughed in embarrassment. “Oh, mina,” you chuckled almost too stiffly that it sounded more like a huff, “you’re still awake?”

“Yeah...” she narrowed her eyes, “what are you doing?”

“Ah, you see,” you put down the jar of chocolate spread, pilling the blanket away from your body as you gave your nose a light scratch before continue, sounding almost way too matter-of-factly considering how eerie this all was, “I was thinking that since we can’t go out, maybe I’ll imagine what it is like everywhere else to make it remind myself of what spring looks like.”

All the little cogwheels that had been spinning and spinning in her mind finally clicked into place when she realised what all of this was about. Spring, yes, it was spring already. She didn’t even remember that it was already a good quarter into the year with how long she had been staying in but you sure did. You had always thrived during spring, something about the smell of grass in the humid air and the warmth that was seeping back from the winter cold always put you in a constant good mood. So the fact that this bit of joy was no longer available had put you in a slump that you were sinking deeper and deeper into made total sense.

“Guess I should go to bed now,” you said nonchalantly, as if you weren’t staring at a slow motion shot of a random place in the world like a zombie just mere seconds ago. You collected the half-finished jar of nutella and hoisted the blanket in your arms, looking at your very dazed girlfriend like she was the one who was doing something weird, “You coming?”

“Yeah,” Mina said as she scurried up, thinking of what she could possibly do to stop you from finding comfort in the weather channel, “yeah.”

You woke up to the sound of pots banging and cabinet doors slamming shut, a squeal mixing in between at times. Your foggy morning mind was telling you to go back to bed, that you did not have the energy to handle whatever it was that your girlfriend was up to. But just as you were about to flip onto your other side and take up the now spared up vacancy on your luring mattress, a sharp screech followed by a series of profanities made every hair at the back of your neck stood up. You sighed, no longer feeling even an ounce of sleepiness and rolled so you were facing the ceiling.

You needed to go check if she is alive, didn’t you?

Poking your head from the door, you could see Mina carefully pinching a piece of bread with the very tip of her thumb and index finger. She was almost flinging it into the pan before quickly retreating her hand as fast as she could. The sizzling echoed through the kitchen and you watched as she poked the bread with the spatula with caution.

“Mina?” You tilted your head when she snapped her head up, yellow eyes widening when she saw your confused face, “What are you doing?”

She didn’t say anything so you looked past her shoulders to look at what’s in the frying pan. If anything, your confusion had only grown. The bread was soggy, the edges browning and sticking to the bottom of the pan. There were clear stains of what was put in there before left around the bottom, some already starting to burn into black char.

“Mina what are you making?” You asked and your girlfriend scratched the back of her neck rather sheepishly.

“This was supposed to be a surprise,” she said, “I was gonna make you breakfast.”

“Aw that’s so sweet!” You cooed and then you finally connected the dots of what she was trying to do deconstructing the kitchen so early in the morning, “Is this... French toast?”

“Yeah!” She chirped, literally scratching at the pan to flip the frying toast and it made your heart ache at how it was likely that you were to say goodbye to that pan after this, “Is it not obvious?”

You blinked, not having the heart to tell her that you would have no clue if you simply stare at the pile of burned bread that was placed on a plate. “Did you add any butter to the pan?” You asked, referring to the burn that stuck to the pan.

“...you need to do that?”

You chuckled, “Do you need help?”

“What? No!” She flailed her hands in the air as she tried to push you out of the kitchen, “Just chill around and wait for the food! This is about you, I don’t want you to even lift a finger!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, shooing you out of the kitchen, “It’ll be done in a few.”

“Ok,” you said rather skeptically, “just... call for me if you need anything.”

It didn’t take long for you to hear another groan from the kitchen and for Mina to weakly beckon you for help. You laughed, knowing exactly that this was bound to happen.

With a good square of butter in the pan and some relentless scraping later, you had the plates of toast on the table with a generous amount of syrup on top. You eyed Mina curiously when she didn’t sit down, running around the house and grabbing the computer in her hand.

“Mina what are you doing now?” You said, almost not sure if you find this amusing or confusing.

“You see,” she said as she turned on the computer, “I know that you like spring and you’re sad that we don’t get to experience the season, so I decided to do something fun and have a picnic indoors!”

You snorted when she pulled up a picture of the lily fields at a nearby park and placed it right by the table. A gif of butterflies on her phone which she carefully steadied with a mug. “You know how those youtubers like to use have a fake fireplace in their backdrop?” She said, seemingly pleased with her little set up, “I figured we can do the exact same thing but with flowers.”

This whole thing was a bit funny, if you were being honest but warmth bubbled up inside of you at the thought of Mina going out of her way just to make things a little bit more enjoyable for you. You laughed when she lined up your sock muppets and arranged them in a circle, going as far as to putting an empty cup in front of them.

“What is a picnic without friends?” She winked as she poured out a glass of orange juice for you. Raising her glass, you grinned at how hard she was trying to put on her serious face. 

“Cheers to spring?”

You smiled. The glowing screen might not even come close to the real thing, but you still felt the fresh giddiness that the spring flowers would always bring you.

“Cheers to spring.”

[extreme-technicality]

You are the coolest person and you deserve love (btw this is absolutely true)

No don’t use the ASSUMPTIONS to send me LOVE

[pinkcowboyeggpanda]

thanks for the tag @bakuismybitch ~~

uhhH im practically just home all day rn so..

rlly short shorts

messy hair

the dead face™️

tagging: @shescassiopeia @animebsposts @ellectric-blue @samthegirlnextdoor @game0ve7 @itskoushi @evnscntspul @justbnhathings aaand im starting to forget ppls @‘s ok

wait guys new tag game: three things that make up how you dress/look/present whatever

Knee brace

NASA or otherwise space related shirt + a jacket

Too much curly hair, usually in a bun

Pls don’t let this flop y���all (or do, I don’t particularly care). Tagging: @plumpuddinq @abladeofgrass @k9effect @scratchingsonthepage @forcryingoutbat @finalgwen @ anyone else who wants to!

[albino-pony]

Your story is so beautiful it makes me cry everytime i read it! 😭😭😭❤❤❤❤

Messages like this make me cry every time, thank you 😭❤