#...how do you tag these? Just tag anon ask?

[cowboylu]

I’ll Make You A Believer

Hey…👀 sorry I disappeared forever lmao but here’s this. Also apologies to the anon who had to wait for literally ten business years for this hope you’re doing well xx also if there’s any mistakes or typos pls don’t be afraid to tell me cause I’m so fuckin tired lmao

There’s loud music playing when you step into the cabin, the cabin you and abby share on an old couples ranch in exchange for a few hours of work each day. The sight of her hat on the coatrack, on the hook next to yours, makes you smile and you idly balance yourself by hanging onto her jacket so you can take your spurs off.

You don’t bother with your boots however, and Abby must not have either ‘cause her boots aren’t in their designated place.

It feels good to be back. To be home.

You love working on the ranch, looking after the horses while Abby handles the cattle, even if being a wrangler wasn’t exactly what you ever saw yourself doing. The sunsets and sunrises are the best you’ve ever seen out here and Eleanor and Abraham are sweethearts, always offering tea and cake on the rare occasion you make your way up to the big house. Still though, ain’t nothing like seeing Abby’s boots next to yours.

Ain’t nothing like hanging your jacket on her hook so she’ll put hers on yours.

Ain’t nothing like finding her waiting on the porch for you or vice versa.

Ain’t nothing like coming home to your girl.

ᨒ ོ ☼

When you get closer to the kitchen, you realise the song playing is by that Tyler guy you know she likes, something about following someone to Virginia or Virgie or whatever. Said Tyler guy also coincidentally happens to be the husband of one of your favourite singers.

You're ready to say hi when you round the corner, but the view you're blessed with demands you to take a moment to just look at her.

Her oxblood coloured T-shirt strains over her broad shoulders and it's a little damp from the sweat of the sun. Her blonde braid hangs down between her shoulder blades and the dark fabric of her T-shirt accentuates the stray hairs that have escaped from her braid, bleached lighter by the same sun. Your eyes travel down and back up, her boots, her jeans, the wrangler tag just under her belt and her ass just under that.

Lord...that ass.

If you ever needed proof that god existed, it was proven without argument when you met Abby.

After all, an angel can only be created by something capable of creating perfection...and it's either that or dumb luck.

Either way she's standing in front of you, letting you observe her without even knowing she's being observed. Without trying to be anything but herself.

You don't get to observe much longer though, 'cause her dog hears the creak of the old door jam when you lean against it and barks, startling Abby.

You greet Alice when she stands on her hind legs to put her front paws on your thighs, her way of asking for attention. You grant it, obviously, and smile at Abby when she comes towards you and kisses your cheek.

You stand to your full height and Alice gets the message, going back to where she was sitting on the armchair, giving you the chance to appreciate Abby closer. She's holding a spatula you realise, having completely not noticed what she was doing 'cause you were too focused on her.

"Good afternoon..." You say with a small smile, wrapping your arm around her neck to kiss her properly. "Been missin' you."

"Yeah?" She replies quietly against your lips and the hand not holding the spatula slips into your back pocket. "That's good."

You pull back to look at her and - Jesus Christ-the view is even better from the front. Which is saying something.

Those freckles...those eyes...those lips...that goddamned scar on her cheek that she got after a fight gone wrong in high school...the one that you cleaned footloose style while she lay in the bed of Manny's truck as Nora explained to you how to use paper stitches, god bless her.

The way the bottom of her eyebrows grow up and the tops grow down, the crease between them when she gets confused, the dip in her-

"What're you lookin' at?" She breaks your train of thought with a pretty laugh from her pretty lips.

"I'm so in love with you." You reply completely seriously, still gazing into her eyes like she's a statue that just came to life. In awe.

"Thank god."

Her lips meet yours again and your free hand runs up her arm, feeling her muscles and her warm skin.

She's always warm, even when she's cold.

"I love you too." She whispers against your lips, blindly tossing the spatula onto the counter so she can put both hands on you.

You back her up against the counter as you kiss, your hands on that ass that you love so much, squeezing and feeling and cursing the material of her jeans for being so thick. Even though they make her ass look so good. So good.

Abby pulls away, making you groan, but she rests her beautiful head on your shoulder and pulls you in for a hug, so you can't really complain.

From this angle, you can see the eggs she was frying over her shoulder and you smile when you notice they're burnt to hell.

"You're gonna have to make new eggs."

"Are they burnt?" She murmurs softly into your shoulder and you can hear the smile in her voice.

"Like shit."

"God..." she smiles as she pulls away and turns back to the pan, but you keep a hold of her around her waist, uncaring for the little voice in your head that calls you annoying for it because you like it too much.

You like Abby too much.

It's an hour or so later when you're done with dinner and relaxing in the two chairs on the porch. Alice lies in the dry grass a few feet away and Abby is staring out towards god knows what, but your eyes are on her.

You decide you want her to look at you, and so slowly rub the pointed toe of your boot against the inside of her right knee. She doesn't look, however, just pulls your leg up onto her lap.

You huff.

Her hand slips under your jeans to rub the slightly calloused skin of your own knee, but you want her to look at you. To react to you.

So you tilt your foot forwards and run the toe of your boot over the length of her inner thigh, following the seam of her jeans up and down...up and down, up... down...up, up, up...and down.

Abby's chest rises and stays there, but she still doesn't look at you.

Fuck it.

Your foot hooks around the leg of her chair and you turn her to face you yourself. Your beautiful girl.

"Pay 'tention t'me..." You murmur. "Let me look at you."

Abby sighs and you smile, because she lets it happen. You know she's not someone who does things she doesn't want to. Everyone knows it.

"You're beautiful." You say, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Stop..." for all that she's brilliant at, she's never been good at loving herself.

"Never..."

your foot rests on her chair, right between

her legs, to keep her attention on you with the anticipation.

Abby's eyes dart down to your foot before back at your face and when her pretty lips press together, you know you've got her.

"I wanna look at you forever...touch you forever..."

And with that, you press your boot forward, pressing into the belt buckle that sits on her navel.

She takes a deep breath like before and her hips twitch. Her fingers twitch like she wants to move too, but she's not very sure where to put her hands. The anticipation stops her from moving anyway.

You tilt your toes back and straighten your leg a little so your heel cap catches on the seam of her jeans, right over her clit.

Abby looks at you for permission, a small raise of the start of her eyebrows, and when you nod she tilts her hips to grind on you.

You admire her for a while. The way her own heel digs into the wooden porch and the way her denim stretches over her thighs. Her hips and her stomach and her chest and her collarbones and the muscle in her neck-

Your thoughts are stopped before you can admire Abby's hands and arms and shoulders and the sweat stains that you can just see on the maroon fabric of her T-shirt under her arms when she makes a small noise.

"Fuck..."

Abby exhales and grabs onto your foot, making you pull it away.

"Ah, ah." You interrupt her before she can complain, waiting until she slumps back in the chair to put your foot back on her. Though this time you use the outsole of your boot, under the heel of your shoe.

"Behave."

And behave she does, because Abby stays still and lets you set the pace. Lets you rub her cunt with your foot through her jeans.

Seeing her like this always makes pride swell in your chest. Pride and a sense of protection.

She could fight you for it, but she doesn't. Abby lets you have the control. She wants this. Just as much as you do.

[lukolastrong]

this is my two cents on the topic, nobody asked for lol. The question everyone is asking- why now?? Many months later? So either Nic is trying to tell everyone, Luke & I are besties with partners or Nic & Luke are a family ( I say family if you follow Fiat & Fran. It the answer is option 1, cool! We are adults. This shouldn’t change how you see Nic and Luke BUT, why now lol. If Nic and Luke were just besties, why now follow Anotina back in June when luke was being bullied everyday. A simple hit of the button”follow” would have stopped majority of the troll behavior to Luke. But nooooo, she didn’t follow in June, July, august, September, October, November, December, or January but chooses February to now follow 👀. If you follow Fiat & Fran, they have explained in great detail, why February is an important month.

let’s be honest, Luke was unhinged- and we love it- last night. He lights up around her. Nic tries to play it cool with buddy vibes but soon, she can’t keep up the charade either. I mean, she is literally touching Luke at the dinner tag at the event. The seats are designed to be close enough to talk to one another but space to eat and mingle. Nic’s chair is right next to and close to Luke. When they are on the red carpet, he is talking to someone and she just waits on him. She could have said, I’ll be back. Sunday was the perfect night to let the world know they are friends. They had every media outlet there. And they didn’t do that at all. They went back to no space, never being separated, sitting next to each other at the after party, Nic doing a bad job trying to act like she didn’t know Luke went to that Mexican restaurant- her response, oh you did! Ma’am you know this, you just saw him last night lol. Luke staying: Nic this and Nic that. Nic keeps talking about that baby like it’s their baby. She did that at the Irish award show. It confused on interviewer. Then when the ET lady said- we need a happy ending, Luke just looks at her and smile, awkward silence and Nic goes- hey hey. WTF was that!!!! Now they have people who didn’t know them or part of the GA watching them.

lastly, sorry for the book lol. Fiat made this comment months ago. Luke fell on the sword for his family. Luke would give his kidney to Nic. He took a lot of abuse this summer. What if Nic is falling on the sword for Luke to protect their family. Nic is doing all this to protect something or someone. It may look crazy to some people but it’s doing what she feels is best. I hate to say it, but I fear- if together, Nic and Luke are going to get papped soon. Nic is trying to control the narrative and pookie is no help on that lol. They do compliment one another. Luke is unhinged in person but great with his SM presence. Nic is great with her lives, but she is unhinged on SM lol. I think Nic is on tumblr so she is seeing when people said- why not just follow Antonia.

Thanks for reading.

Don’t apologize anon, I love this. I like the thought process you’re putting out. I agree with so many things you said. The timing is of the follow is definitely weird. But idc about it honestly. I actually laughed when I first saw it all over X, the tweets were so funny. She isn’t fooling anyone! She realized what her and Luke did (reveal that they’re still unhinged together and completely in love) and is trying to throw a curve ball. Or, as I’ve seen, is to help A? Idk. I’m still trying to gather information and figure out where I land on this.

That middle paragraph is 💯. Luke and Nic couldn’t get enough of each other and it was so obvious. They light up together but I agree, Lukey pookie was even more obvious about it. He loves that woman so much.

He did get so much hate, unfairly and we know there was a lot going on bts. She can try to control it as much as she wants but the cat is out of the bag 🙂‍↔️ I hope they don’t get papped either. I want them to come out on their time, when they’re ready. Umm if she is, hello Nic 🤭👀

[shanklin]

The Selfish Shellfish AU - Masterpost

Hi! I’m Shanklin Pinington!

Are you sick of sad stories that make you cry over Stan?

Then what you need is the Selfish Shellfish AU! The Selfish Shellfish AU won’t give you stangst. I repeat it won’t give you stangst.

(It gives you stangst.)

The AU

a short summary *

(* = silly stuff that has little to do with the actual AU)

miscellaneous asks

they never visited, oh no why did they never visit?

some thoughts on Filbrick

the adults messed up, now what?

the Stan-o-War

flawed characters and how this AU came to be

what about Gideon?

gleeful about Mrs. Gleeful *

okay, but who killed Filbrick? - read the tags and find out

a song rec! *

happy end in weirdmageddon?

the Comfort Anon Saga, aka ENTER SOOS

comfort anon gets jail time *

MORE SOOS!

SOOS! -or the op accidentally writes a fic

roadtrip with Soos but this time there's a Shanklin in a Fez

fishing for an AU name

anon is way too good at this

op gets bullied into fishing *

op admits defeat *

a fishy selfie *

anon drops an angsty fish drabble

The Sad Selfish Shellfish and the Curious Case of the Deadbeaten Dad * - or we finally have a name!

we have a name, time to celebrate *

THERE ARE FICS! by @emiliens

part one and part two

how I killed my father

Disclaimer: I only ever meant to post this little AU idea to get it out of my system so it can haunt someone else for once. Turns out I only managed to succeed in one of my goals.

There is no fixed plot I have in mind, just a lot of different ideas and sometimes incoherent thoughts. If you like something you read, you are more than welcome to cherry pick it and make up your own story. Have fun!

[turnitsysclusive]

just saying I'm so fucking glad your blog exists. you're doing amazing work and I'm so happy you're here. like, I'm not even endogenic/nondisordered myself, and tags like "endos fuck off" make me really uncomfortable. just "safe" or "friendly" feels a lot more welcoming to interact with.

thank you.

I get it because that's exactly how we feel / felt. Honestly Anti Endo spaces and sentiment set us back quite a bit. Thankfully we got out of those soaces as quickly as we joined them, but overall hostility and normalization of sanism is absurd (harassment, calling people delusional, pushing for final fusion as the end all be all, acting as if being a system means youre inherently broken)...

I get a lot of anons and asks like these, surprisingly. I encourage people to make similar gimmicks and also their own organic positive posts! Tumblrs the nicest place to be an endo / non-conforming system, but it's still pretty bad here (but that also might be getting tunnel vision).

[brotherwtf]

Hi! About soft prompts, maybe some comfort when the boys get to Algeria? Just emotion running high and some needed reassurances, especially if they're alredy together

Btw I really love your writing❤

aghhh so so sweet I love this anon

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"You flew that thing all the way to Algeria and couldn't land on the runway? Come on, it's right there," John jokes, mouth curling into a smile.

But Gale's expression still stays gaunt, staring off into the evening sun with his mouth almost slack, turning away and haphazardly patting John's shoulder. John's chest squeezes, chews the inside of his cheek as Gale starts to walk away.

"We're gonna get through this, come on. Don't you stop believing that," John says, scuffing the ground with his feet. He can hardly stand to see Gale's horrified expression.

"Sure, Bucky," Gale whispers, leaving John by his destroyed fort.

John hates this. He hates it so much. Hates that every day they're losing more and more men and somehow Gale is losing himself as well. John hates how he doesn't feel anything, only that simmering burn of "something is missing" whenever he looks for Curt or Quinn. And Gale's separated himself from everyone else like he always does, sitting against the wheel of his fort, banged up in the distance.

John finds him when the moon is high, still sweltering hot even without the sun, flight suit bunched around his waist with just his grimy tank top. Dog tags tucked secretly away under the thin material. He's looking for something, John can see it in his eyes when he joins him on the sand. He creeps his fingers out until he laces his pinkie on Gale's, that brief connection enough for him right now.

"Hey darling," John whispers, knowing no one can hear them but choosing to keep his voice down.

Gale's lips quirks up before the expression disappears completely. He shifts until his hand is on the ground, allowing John to fully take it in his. He's still looking up at the moon, eyes glowing in its cool light.

"Every time I think, 'I'm never going back up, I can't'. But I just can't bring myself to. I have to fly," Gale mutters.

John nods, bringing himself closer until he's pressed up against Gale's shoulder, tucking his nose into Gale's hair. He still smells like his aftershave, however mixed with blood and kerosene.

"We've got a job to do, Buck. I know you're never one to quit before the job is finished. But just believe, come on, if not in yourself than in me. I said we're gonna get through this," John mutters, lips feathering Gale's earlobe.

Gale turns until he's pressing his nose into John's cheek bone, eyes closed as he sighs out something long and tired.

"Stay with me tonight?" Gale asks, hand squeezing John's in the sand.

John nods, taking his hand from Gale's to run up his arm, firmly resting on the nape of his neck to press their faces closer together. He can feel Gale's trembling breath, his jaw clenched underneath his.

"Always," John mutters and he can feel Gale nod against him.

[dragonsylus]

Whispers of an urban legend catch your ear:

Dragons are real.

And one lives in an isolated mountain range where fields of datura grow. It is said that the dragon can only be seen by those pure of heart and those who indulge in sin until they are consumed by their own desires. Either way, they are lured into the dragon's den to be eaten all the same, or so the legend goes.

If you choose to seek him out, you'd soon feel a stirring in your soul as you scale the treacherous rocky terrain, pass the delicate flowers swaying in the soft breeze, and approach his vast, treasure-filled cave.

This is a casual roleplay/ask blog for Sylus, stuck in his dragon form.

For adults only. Mun is 21+. Blank and ageless blogs will be blocked.

Taken anons: 🌸

Please read the information below before interacting.

Do you do literate RP? Can I plot with you?

First and foremost, this is a very unserious blog, so I'd rather keep this light. I've never written a dragon before, so even if you did get long replies from me, my writing wouldn't be that great anyway.

If you feel inspired, feel free to write as much as you want to me, but my replies will probably be around 1-3 paragraphs.

Expect slow replies, regardless of length.

Even if I reply to one ask, I might not reply to another in the same day. I am probably still working on it.

If I don't reply to your ask after a few days, please assume that I just can't think of an answer I'm satisfied with. Feel free to send another ask.

Feel free to interact with him in all the ways you can on tumblr. Feel free to tag him in posts with shiny things to pspsps him

Unless otherwise stated, I will assume you/your oc/mc is female and will use female pronouns.

Because of the way that he is, Sylus will only permit his kindred spirit into his home.

Is this set in the myth world or the current world?

You pick. In both worlds, he lives in an isolated mountain range where datura flowers grow.

If you choose the current world as the setting, Sylus has been missing from Onychinus for one year. He is still Sylus, except he's stuck in his dragon form. His memory is fuzzy though, and the longer he stays in his dragon form, the more his memories of being human fade away.

In the myth world setting, he has no recollection of his death. As far as remembers, he has always lived alone in the mountains.

Can the dragon talk?

Yes. He sounds like he does in his myth stories.

What kind of personality does the dragon have?

Pride and grumpiness mask a hidden sorrow. He holds the air of a mythical creature that is centuries old, but when he lets his guard down, he becomes soft and tender.

He likes collecting high quality, shiny treasures and will be annoyed if you offer him something cheap. He prefers his solitude but for reasons he doesn't understand, he tolerates your intrusion into his life.

Basically, just picture Kitty Sylus, but bigger and pointier.

Can he shapeshift into his human or half-human form?

Yes, no, maybe so.

How big is the dragon?

Based on wingspan, a little bigger than this one.

Can I fuck the dragon?

Why don't you touch him and find out?

[hurricanek8art]

If you have trouble connecting with the baddies in swtor, I'd recommend trying the Bounty Hunter and Sith Warrior. BH can be honorable and Light Side SW has some hilarious dialog options. Anyway, happy gaming!

Oh, I have a character for each class and they're all light side, my brain can think "huh, this could be a plot hook" and then I lose complete control until I have at least a barebones idea. 🤣 I'm playing my Hunter as a Mandalorian exile fighting her way back into the clans after the Crusader's Schism, so I've noticed the 'honorable' options, but I haven't encountered too many dialogue options that have connected me to SW story just yet. I am just on Korriban, though. Some stuff has come up around the house that has kept me from getting a chance to play SWTOR, but I'll try to give SW another go once I've gotten my Knight all caught up on class story. Thank you for the advice!

[buwheal]

hey spamton! anything interesting happen recently?

[pluralhottakes]

sometimes pro endos and anti endos should just. chill. interact. don't limit yourself to only interacting with people with morals that are 100% the same as yours. everyone's all "no one is perfect" until the imperfection is that they don't agree with you on something. like no actually flaws aren't just skills people aren't good at, they're also moral things

tl;dr just chatting with people who disagree with you is ok and not everything is about syscourse

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[lokh]

what do you think toshiro's version of laios would've been like if he was still with the group during the shapeshifter shenanigans

there have been a few speculations in the tag and among the fans and they are all very good SO i am going to take this opportunity to insert a bit of my shipping bias as i like in my interpretation LMAO agdsfgdfgv

i noted that in actuality shuro seems to have a very good grasp on laios' character??? this is most obvious in the manga later on but even seeing how he criticises laios in their fight... iirc nothing he says is actually untrue or wildly exaggerated, and while he does express frustration over something he feels like laios Should have control over (noticing his cues), he is also aware that laios isnt being malicious and that hes Just Like That. what i mean to say is that while i think his version of laios may seem more pushy and in-your-face, i dont think it will be overwhelmingly so. if its post-fight, i think the idea of laios (and marcille) being willing to do anything to get falin back made a big impression on him, as well as the idea that they need to eat and rest in order to succeed in their goals, so those aspects would be prominent in his version. he seems pretty observant, so i think for the most part the physical traits would line up, but i think there would be specific things that stand out to him that would appear strangely striking on his version of laios (like. idk something about his eye colour or the subtle contrast of his armour and chainmail. he seems to have a weird sense of aesthetics if extras are anything to go by lmao). if hed actually been paying attention all those times laios had gone on about what the hell ever, then it might be even MORE hard to tell apart his version since he would also have a good grasp on what laios should know. so either his version of laios is pretty difficult to pick out, OR despite the character being accurate his appearance is too. stylised lmao (exaggerated features or something) OR!! they just get him to pull out his monster gourmet guide thing and are able to tell from there. iirc everyone was surprised at its appearance so its possible toshiro had also never seen it before

IN MY IMAGINARY SHIPPING SCENARIO............ lets say that his laios isnt able to be picked out immediately and that the monster guide thing also doesnt immediately occur to anyone. what the real laios Specifically notices is how close this other laios keeps getting to shuro. and hes like. ??? why is he getting so close to him, theres no way i get that close to him??? but no one else seems to be picking up on it as weird, so hes having a small crisis like do i REALLY get that close to him???? and now that hes on the outside he notices shuro subtly leaning away and he feels both a wave of shame and..... protectiveness??? (JEALOUSY??????) and he immediately steps in and grabs him like Hey!!! cant you see hes uncomfortable???? weve been through this already!!! and like. ok i cant believe im doing this again but i need to separate this into different endings

a) the whump route: i dont think shuro ever envisioned Actually Telling laios about his frustrations outside of being basically cornered into it. has he ever spoken up against what was expected of him?? has he ever been confrontational???? i think part of what held him back from expressing his frustrations, along with the cultural norms, could be fear of what the reaction would be. if he had done the same in any other aspect of his life (his family, his inheritance), i think he would expect disappointment, disapproval, more proof that he doesnt add up to expectation. to be honest i dont think he Truly believes that laios is the type of person to react like this. but it was strong enough to prevent him from acting and i think would be projected onto his image of laios. maybe fake!laios says something dismissive like Well if it really bothered him hed say something right? what, he cant even stand up for himself? cmon, shuro, prove that you cant handle it just like everything else. and thats pretty much the fastest giveaway that it isnt really laios. of course this would be a HUGE tonal departure from what the actual episode/chapter was, so:

b) the dumbass route: both laioses break into fisticuffs, and, yes.... barking. and so they speedrun the entire encounter as the shapeshifters true form appears and, after laios points out that thinking too hard about others versions of you can tear apart groups and peace of mind, they pointedly do not speak of it again. they think about it though. a LOT

c) the normal route: both laioses argue normal like and the group ends up being able to tell them apart because the fake laios goes on a little too long about how theyre all here for falin and everyones like ok its not like he DOESNT love his sister but.......... the rest of the scenario probably goes like canon, though then i would want to see what everyone Else thought of shuro

[arttsuka]

Is it Wrightworth and Spirk ?

Ye...

[shalom-iamcominghome]

How does conversion work for a trans person? I'm scared of being naked for the mikveh immersion and also the part about circumcision, I really don't want anyone to see my body naked

I feel you on that, anon. So, it will heavily depend on which branch of judaism you plan on converting to, but there will be trans-friendly and trans-unfriendly spaces within each branch. I think the best course of action is to ask around with rabbis which take in students - definitely ask rabbis what their expectations would be as a trans student. Honestly, the only reason I didn't disclose my transness immediately to my rabbi was because I could tell he'd be trans-friendly even through email.

Now, I don't know your specific circumstances, nor will I ask, but there are options depending on what you're looking for. I'm a trans guy - I don't have the obligation to go through bris, and I'm not really able to. However, I do fulfill many of the mitzvot for men, and that compromise sort of offsets the fact that I don't have any way to really go through with bris.

For the mikvah, I've heard some places will put a sheet barrier in the water so that your body isn't fully seen. From what I know, you just need people to witness (even for a split second) that you are fully immersed and not your body. This might be dependent on the movement, however.

Otherwise, the process is very similar if not identical to cis counterparts. You can fulfill a ton of mitzvot as yourself, and in general, transness doesn't really prevent you from doing that. I would definitely talk with your rabbi for any accomodations you might want in this process - it's imperative that you're able to trust your rabbi to be receptive and willing to hear you out or compromise or anything else. If you have follow-up questions, I'd love to hear them; I can only speak to my experiences, but I know that it can sometimes be comforting to know you're not the only trans convert in the world. Transsexuals have become jewish since the dawn of time; you have no reason not to be jewish if that is something you want.

[choccy-milky]

Hello! I'm not sure if you remember me but I DM'ed you one time and ask for some advice when it comes to drawing.. XD I just wanted to post this to show you how much I have improved, as well as a gift to say thank you for giving me the inspiration to practice drawing again!! I know I still have a lot to learn, but I will do my best to keep on practicing and maybe someday I can draw my MC along with yours :D

AW THIS IS SO CUTEE THANK YOU!!😭🥹🥹im so happy i could help you even a little bit with any advice, and also that i could inspire you to keep drawing!! your art is already super adorable so ik youll just keep getting better and better, and im hononured to see clora in your style...TYSM AGAIN!!🥹💖💖🙏

[umem1ya]

"I adore you // love you too baby" YOU COOKED SO GOOD ACTUALLY, love the characterization details in ur works!!

HEY ANON LOL DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY??? DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME CRYING MY EYES OUT?!?!

but hm hi. 🤚 hello thank you for speaking about that hello hiiii 🤚 can I talk for a second about it pls 🤚

about endo never truly learning the idea of being lowkey about anything. about him being intense in every aspect of his life, about loving and being infatuated so deeply by everything he even dares to care about.

about how being in a secret relationship would hold him back so much. and he'd be pissed about it but he would understand it so well because he doesn't want to give up on fighting and also he doesn't want to give up on you. so it's whatever, he will try it. for the sake of having fun without hurting what you have, he will try it.

I wrote that part specifically by the idea of his s/o being aware of who the relationship is with. you gotta know that he adores the ground you walk, that he's obsessed with being around you, just like he's with other things, and that just means he loves you. its kinda fucked up. but when he says those stuff you can only hear "I love you" and honestly, takes a while to get used to it, but what else can you ask?

it's about the idea of helping him through it too, you know? constant reminder that when the infatuation is gone, there's still love. when the fights aren't fun or when shit happens, things get messy, there's still your love. :)

[deoidesign]

If William had to fall in love with ONE cursed pirate, who-

uhmm, I guess Scrappy and Big are pretty busy being lesbi- GOOD LORD WHAT IS HAPPENING OVER THERE

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

Ok so if we assume Jimmy is a listener, we can also assume he gets sensory overload. Now humans have the strength at three years old to take out their own ears. Combine this with the toy headcanon, we get,

When listener Jimmy gets sensory overload from being a listener, he tears out his own ears, and stuffing comes out. When Jimmy feels better, he puts the stuffing back in his head and sews his ears back on. His friends are horrified when they witness this.

From,

Jimmy's glass eyeballs anon

As someone who scratches at their neck when they get overstimulated in attempt to "tear my eardrums out". Holy Fuck

Glass eye anon I'd sell my soul for you btw.

Dude he's just like me fr