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[cubbihue]

Peri was very upset about a lot of things that happened. Within a span of a week, he felt like his entire life has changed for the worst!! He had a dumb bulb on his wand, Timmy was still moving away, and he had to go to a school far from everyone he knew!!!

Of course, the cause and trigger of those emotions was Timmy. But Peri can’t blame his older brother for any of that. So the next logical conclusion for a small child to reach was to blame his parents instead!!! And boy did he blame a lot on his parents.

Many of Peri’s actions in his childhood stems from misplaced grief and anger. By the time he was old enough to know better, Peri got a mixture of stubbornness and a bruised ego to admit he was wrong for how he reacted.

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[tubbytarchia]

For the ranchers a bit more shleep i just really like charakters comfy and nice:Dc /nf

Eepies. Jimmy woke up to really sore wings but its okay because Tango

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

i am sincerely sorry

I. I-

you know what nevermjsnimhh jj

Eeeeee

Jajhhh gm

yeah ok

[drac0line1nn1t]

*Wade staring at himself in the mirror*

Wade: I'm so pretty.. *obviously doesn't believe it and is trying to convince himself*

*Wade frowns and reaches for his mask*

*Logan walks up behind him and gently grabs the arm reaching for his mask and Wade jumps around three feet in the air*

Wade: Marvel jesus peanut warn a gu-

*Logan reaches around his head with his other hand and puts his hand over Wade's mouth*

*Logan leans his head on Wade's shoulder looking in the mirror too*

Logan: *smiles* You're so pretty, bub.

[sensitiveheartless]

Saw your 'The Horrors' comic and 1. Absolutely loved it, and 2. I love love LOVE the progression of Dazai's fears and his reactions to it. There's the immediate fear of Chuuya dying, and his response is to go numb and emotionless. In RESPONSE to that reaction, the mirror switches to copying that apathetic state he was in his mafia days, and he snaps back to being emotional and keeping his priorities to 'keep Chuuya safe' to distract himself, which is what he does in the ADA now and critically, what Oda wanted for him. So of course, it latches on to THAT fear, and without the cold, analytical side of him on the front, it completely catches him off-guard. The build-up and progression is SO good and my God you're amazing.

!! Yessss oh my gosh I'm so happy you noticed all that!! I spent a lot of time thinking through the different shifts of form it takes — and how because the only thing the mirror-ability can do is reflect, Dazai initially thinks he can beat it by remaining unemotional. The problem is, the mirror-ability can reflect the darkest part of any side that Dazai shows it, including that lack of emotion, so he can't beat it at all. I thought that would be a really messed up antagonist for him to face :0

Also, another backstory tidbit because this made me think of it, is that whenever no one is looking at the mirror it starts borrowing elements of forms that have scared people in the past, which leads to it becoming big and fucked-up looking. This is because in the past, one of the people that it reflected was afraid of the mirror gaining a memory and intent. So the mirror now intentionally hunts people, and tries to scare them into looking at it with ominous noises and such. But yeah, that's why it takes on these forms when nobody is watching!

I just love the idea of a monster that essentially weaponizes the fear of the unknown. It's that whole concept of "not seeing the monster is worse because the real monster can never be as scary as what you imagine it to be", except in this case it can genuinely be as bad as anyone imagines, and if they think of a way to make it worse, the monster will immediately get worse. A complete runaway affect as people get more and more scared of it.

Anyway, this ask made me super happy, I'm really glad the motivations behind the shapeshifting came across, as well as the shifts in Dazai's mentality!! Thank you so much for this ask, it made my day :D

[oifaaa]

Tumblr has officially decided the solution to my inbox problem is to just not show me new asks anymore incredible

[i-am-just-a-skeleton]

the MACHINE OF A DREAMMMMM

SUCH A CLEAN MACHINE

[a-ramen-fiend]

prefered ramen? both instant and not

honestly i love both for different reasons, theres nothing like a hot bowl of miso ramen on a cold and rainy day ...

but also indomie spicy instant ramen turns me into a kind of ravenous creature

[altschmerzes]

i sent thirteen extremely terrifying and adrenaline inducing emails to professors asking for help finding an articling position please clap

[okara-illustrates]

Have you read Task Force Hammer yet?

Well….heheh

I haven’t even read aftermath yet

I wanted to relisten to the series bc I kept falling asleep and missing things 💀 like when they got Roscoe?? I DONT REMEMBER THAT. I got to failure mode and restarted hoping I’d be done before Aftermath came out….im on book 13, last chapter, should I just skip and listen to aftermath?? So I can draw content for yall?? And not be behind anymore???

[velvetwyrme]

oouuouua please make a follow up on the superhero pap x reader theyre one of my favorites also im excited to see tf fic from yuo

im glad you enjoyed it!!! i got a comment on it recently while i was thinking abt how to continue it and that seemed to click my brain into action LMAO

EHEHEHE hopefully! soon!! ive got a few things in mind but im also waffling over Really Starting because i have so many things ongoing but... auauugh the IDEAS plague me!!!!

also heres a sneak peek into my brain because im in the mood to chatter, but feel free to skip it if you so desire:

for Origin Story im LOOSELY planning any continuation/s to be kinda standalone stories all centered around a superhero trope (like the Origin Story ;]) because i think that could be fun to work with. i enjoyed writing some of the larger Undertale cast, something that i WOULD have liked to do in FF, except Edge and the MC in that are both pretty reclusive socially abfjfbdjdghkf,, oh well.

anyway. i have tons of ideas for the various tropes, so its really a matter of picking a place and Writing. i really want to feature more of Alphys in this because i love her dearly <3

as for TF fic... most of them are reader inserts unsurprisingly lmaooo but ive got a few non-reader inserts floating around there too. im kinda just throwin stuff at the walls of my mind to see what sticks, but heres a few of my draft titles for your perusing pleasure:

into the fire: noble-ish au with a human reader who is supposed to be gifted to one of the members of the household. reader makes a failed escape attempt torn bedsheet style and is saved :] inspired loosely by the visual novels i used to read/play back in high school LMAO. skeletiano, i will forever be sad i could not romance you.

between you, me and soundwave: reader writes rpf abt mechs on earth LMAO. i see people mention humans writing fanfic about Cybertronians in passing but i think itd be funny to put that at the forefront. extremely silly and low stakes fic. probably.

drift compatibility: mecha! pilot! au!! exists purely because i read 1 (one) fic about plugsuits and just went "hmnngh... mecha pilots are fun to imagine interacting with Cybertronians... also there's DRIFT compatibility... i can totally do some fucked up shit with that" and now it's spiralled wildly out of control because at some point i started thinking about Governments and Social Structures and got distracted with worldbuilding lol. i have many many many ideas and i can only hope i can string some of them together so I can EXPLODE it out of my brain either through writing or art. also theres smut that happens wayyyy down the line which ill probably end up writing first and posting separately LMAO

penance is a prison: my take on Titan AU but as a fic because my brain is so so full of thoughts abt this au. i'll probably just end up drawing a lot of these scenes instead but like. its there! partially written!! im emotions abt it!!!

self explanatory long title: human/borrower au constructicons/jazz/prowl poly. i love rare not-so-pairs a lot and im particularly fond of this set. also i just like thinking abt either jazz and prowl getting menaced by a bunch of tiny guys OR the opposite where a group of construction workers have two borrower roommates. this one is more just random idea dumps instead of a fic but still fun to think about LMAO

ALSO! MINI REC. while you wait for me to (eventually maybe) write TF fic, you should check out boostergoldishh's works on ao3 for some tasty tasty TF reader insert fics. im still planning on making a rec list but they updated today and im filled w/ much love for good writing.

and as a bonus if you got this far (thank you!!): the super secret draft chapter title for the next NEXT FF chapter because its pretty silly

if my cowriter sees this hi. ill share the doc soon but its pretty much empty, its just there to remind me whats coming next LMAO 👍

[nothingunrealistic]

1, kleinsen

1. “I love you, please don’t go.”

“And as soon as the new car gets delivered, the minivan is mine for good.” Jared flops onto his back so that he’s lying across the entire foot of Evan’s bed, legs dangling over the side. “The Jaredmobile is gonna hit these streets harder than —”

“Are you really calling it that?” Evan has ridden in Jared’s mom’s minivan, soon to be Jared’s minivan, and it is mobile, but that’s kind of a low bar. It probably shouldn’t be hitting anything hard.

“Haven’t decided. But I know what bumper sticker is going on there first.” Jared sticks his phone in Evan’s face. “Check it.”

“‘Caution: This vehicle makes frequent stops at your mom’s house.’”

“It’s gonna be true. Especially at your mom’s house.”

“You mean my house?”

“Is your name on the property deed? I don’t think so.” Jared grimaces, wriggles around, and nearly whacks Evan in the face with his phone as he pulls out a mechanical pencil he was lying on. “And when, after I’ve spent another week chauffeuring your sorry ass around, she invites me to stay the night —”

“Mom works nights.”

“— is it gonna be you saying ‘please, I love you, please don’t go’ in the morning?” He rhythmically raps Evan’s knee with the pencil. “I. Don’t. Think. So.”

“You’re gross. And that’s my pencil.”

“Finders keepers, bro.”

“Boys?” Mom knocks on the door and opens it half a second later; in that half second, Jared shoves himself upright and slaps the pencil into Evan’s hand, and something that sounds a lot like Jared’s phone hits the floor. “Everything okay? Is that project coming along?”

“Going great, Mrs. H.,” Jared says, over top of Evan’s “Fine, Mom.”

“Good. That’s good. Well, I’m heading out to work.” She already looks as frazzled as if she just came back from a shift. “There’s money on the table so you two can order dinner. I think Domino’s is doing their half off deal again, but make sure you check. Jared, will your mom be able to pick you up? I’ll be back too late to give you a ride home.” And suddenly Evan is terrified that Jared will say some stupid thing about Mom giving him a ride, and she’ll get mad and tell him to go home now, and Evan will have to finish this English project on his own, and he’ll probably get a terrible grade, and Jared will be mad at him even though it’ll be Jared’s fault in the first place, and —

“Won’t be a problem,” Jared says, perfectly polite.

“Great. Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Evan, I love you.”

Mom walks back out, but she doesn’t shut the door, so Evan counts to five before he says, “Thank you for not saying anything weird.”

“To your mom? What, do you think I’m some kind of male chauvinist pig? Thanks for nothing, Billie Jean.”

“Is that what that song’s about?”

“What — no. Never mind.” Jared bends over and retrieves his phone from the floor. “I’m hungry. Let’s get some shitty half-price pizza. Which is a ridiculous deal, by the way.”

“I think it’s a March Madness thing.”

“In April?”

“Maybe it’s an extra-long deal.”

“Madness is right. How much money are we working with here?”

“Probably twenty dollars.” An engine starts outside; Evan shifts over on the bed to look out the window, watching to confirm that it’s Mom’s car, until it turns left and vanishes from sight. “But, uh, when the pizza gets here —”

“Yes, I’ll get the door so you don’t have to have a breakdown about it. Never fear.”

(angst/fluff prompt list)

[servicetopkaradanvers]

Big fandoms "die" because writers and artists and giffers get sick of being treated like content dispensers.

[scaramutual]

can you draw your s/i more i think they are really cute!!

anything for you anon

here are some REALLY old pics for all the scaramutual loremasters out there + all her old design iterations!

sorry xiao for stealing your emote

[ask-team-misfit]

Alone Again...

Back in the Fae Wood, it had started raining.

One attentive of the aura in the air could easily tell it wasn’t natural rain; the sky was nigh completely clear just moments prior, after all. It was just a light drizzle in the town nearby.

But deep in the forest? A complete downpour.

Exhausted from the trip home, Lief would arrive. He was all too quick to duck within the burrow for shelter, though he still ended up soaking wet. Again.

Lief: “Ugh… nothing like the stench of a Rain Dance to come back to.”

He removed his scarf to hang up on the wall, wringing it out some first, before lowering himself on his fours to shake himself dry. Now less sopping wet, he stepped over his scattered and fallen nick-knacks towards his bed–a nest of straw and hay contained in a wooden frame.

He still hadn’t cleaned up in here from the night he found Pikavee. That fateful night where his offer to help inevitably roped him into the mystery behind her appearance here.

All because he wanted her to stop crying and move along.

He plopped into bed with a groan, curling up tightly. The only noise present was the rain pouring outside, hitting the wooden cover that closed off the burrow’s entrance, and his own gurgling stomach–the latter of which made him wince a little.

It'd only been a few moments since he last ate. Yet, ever since arriving back in this world, it now felt like he hadn't eaten for longer.

Regardless if he actually was hungry or not, he didn't have much of an appetite for the moment. He simply lay there, deep in thought at all that had occurred, staring with a gradually sleepy face at the items strewn before him on the floor.

There he lay, thinking more and more about her.

Lief: “Wherever Missy is right now, I hope she’s faring any better.”

Thinking, and thinking, and thinking.

Until he began to doze off.

...

azel-the-umbreon asked: @ask-the-lywelles Vahni: A floating hoodie and glowing disembodied umbreon rings approach Lief. Vahni: "S-so I wanted to ask a f-few things. First off, is the r-reason you hate treasure hunting have to do with your past? And you do really care about her don't you? You try t-to act as though you could care less, but it's not as good of an act as you might think." Her muzzle becomes visible for a moment, she's giving him a genuine smile. Vahni: "W-we wouldn't want another thing to haunt you. Like with your family..." And with that, she fully appears, her hoodie down, her eyes seemingly piercing into Lief's soul. Her usual shy self seems to be nowhere to be seen.

[ @ask-the-lywelles ]

Being a light sleeper, Lief overheard every word.

By the time Vahni appeared, it hadn't been that much longer. But to him, it felt like he’d been asleep for hours.

He’d open his weary eyes to the sight of her standing there in full view, smiling at him as if she saw right through him.

Usually he’d snap at her. Tell her to leave, or make her leave. But too much had gone on for him to even have the energy for it.

He was also VERY hung over, beginning to experience the true ramifications of his earlier drink-off. Even with Nike's intervention.

So despite everything the Umbreon just said being subjects that hit a very sore spot for Lief, all save for the family part, he dwelled on what was asked, rather than push such thoughts out of his brain–particularly, the ones about Pikavee.

Lief: “You think I should go back to her, do you? To Missy. Because she’s not from here, and…”

He almost said, ‘Could hurt herself.’

Instead, he glanced away with a weak sigh, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

Lief: “A lot of what you said really isn’t your business. And I doubt you came here looking for a history lesson…”

A pause. He looked at Vahni again with a raised eyebrow, his expression softening somewhat.

Lief: “Or did you?”

Ask Hints have been updated.

[jtl-fics]

ALSO BECAUSE I JUST REALIZED

p&q is please and thank you (from the phrase “mind your p’s and q’s”)

with that said,

dealers choice to close off

WIP Wednesday - Closed (8/30/23) | New Kings AU

When Kevin came back to himself he realized that it wasn't just Dan, Abby, and himself that were hugging coach. He looked up and saw Matt, Allison, Nicky, and Renee all holding on for dear life. He blinks realizing that they too looked just like they had back in college. Renee's blonde and pastel hair a solid giveaway since she had moved away from the look after college.

He swallows thickly.

Opens his mouth-

"Andrew, sit down, your head is bleeding." Kevin hears Aaron pleading.

He looks over and sees Aaron standing in front of one of the seats looking panicked.

"What's wrong with the psycho now?" Kevin hears a strange voice and when he looks he sees a blond haired man scowling at the twins from where he was stood next to Allison.

A blond haired man who had featured so little in his thoughts that it took him a moment to even recognize him.

Seth?