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[mx-anthony-janthony-crowley]

@thirteens-pocket-watch

[seiwas]

ik im late but im on my hands and knees BEGGING to know abt dad katsuki 😭🙏

riri hello 🥺 thanks for playing 🥺 and i was absolutely 100% waiting for this sdjbfas, you read my mind with katsuki 🥺

papa katsuki, where do i begin 🥺 i think, katsuki never fully thinks about whether he wants children or not. at some point, it's kind of an if-it-happens-it-happens kinda thing. and it's a lot to do with the fact that i don't think he ever feels fully prepared to have them. he knows you're settled, and it's something he wants to do for you, too, y’know? but what the hell does he know about parenthood? about fatherhood, especially?

so the 'if' does happen, and, he still can't put into words how he feels. it's only when your little girl is out and into his arms that you see it sink in a bit more. he holds her gently, the size of him dwarfing her in comparison. when she first opens her eyes, it's katsuki she sees, the same vermillion red staring back at her.

and, she looks just like him, you think. the same hair, the same eyes. the same smile (when he isn't grinning like a little shit). he tells you "she looks so cute" and you can't help but giggle, teasing him that that's how you think he looks too.

he cooks for her, without fail, every meal every day. and he changes her diapers when he can, bathes her when he can. he does all that he can, whenever he can, because he never wants to lack in anything. katsuki is a lot more hands-on than he gives himself credit for, but it's only because he never feels like any of it is enough.

when she hits 2, it really is terrible. absolute chaos all over the house. she has his spunk, his stubbornness; she's unafraid and fairly independent for her age, climbing up the sofa and down the back, saying 'no' every time katsuki tells her to brush her teeth or go to sleep—hero reflexes be damned, because it seems katsuki's dad reflexes have become sharper, and his patience has no choice but to grow longer.

he figures it out though, just like he always does, and it's healing, watching him heal himself too. instead of yelling, he sits her down and speaks to her, voice level and firm. he always tells her she's loved. always. after every argument and after every scolding, it's always: "mama and papa love you". he never raises his voice at her lest it teach her to do the same to others, and he always asks her to communicate what she wants properly ("y'have to tell me what y'want 'else i can't help you).

and he'll hug her, always; tell her he's proud of her no matter how small (because a part of him feels that maybe that's what he needed back when he was younger).

there's something new to learn everyday, but watching katsuki raise your daughter like this—you feel lucky, blessed even, that katsuki loves this way.

[smilejpxg]

i would love to do the body swap meme but i dont think anyone could handle becoming smile for a minute. you'll come to understand everything too much, and when you're back in your body you'll never feel it again.

[landofequestria]

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[nekotato]

[vengefulqueen]

  this was a familiar feeling. trapped in a skin too tight,  surrounded by walls it couldn’t see. it couldn’t move. it didn’t breathe. and just as the same, time was no concept in here. all it was .. was waiting. it didn’t know when, it didn’t know how. only the vague feeling that she would emerge once again.

  the only difference she noticed was the dryness. it was always wet in a proper chrysalis, to keep you fresh. this seemed to do the opposite. the changeling could almost feel it’s shell turning just as hard and cold as the stone that encased it.   stone .... it’d slipped their mind, once or twice. when they were awake, that was. wakefulness reminded them of their failures. of their bitter defeat. those feelings brought them to life, bringing with them their rage. but they could do nothing but simmer in that heat inside this shell, with no way out.

  it was sad to watch back at herself in her memories, and how far she’d fallen. and here the changeling thought that her lowest point was getting lost in those infernal wild woods, preying on anything with a pulse like a desperate animal. and then having to have a figure of legend and myth raise you out of it, to attempt to tame you like some feral stray.

  how quickly do they all, and yourself for that matter, forget: you were a queen once.

  she silently slipped back into the darkness, assuming her life would finally fade soon.   at one point, it’d felt like all her magic had faded away inside her. she assumed this would be the process. strip away her titles, her people, her dignity. and then her bases- everything that made her up: her magic, her teeth and claws, her flesh would decay and leave naught but her shell, dull and dry and cracked.

  ... but something else happened to. something ... moved. then, a crack- deep inside the stone shell. she wasn’t awake, but not asleep either, and everything happened faster than her mind could process in it’s half-dead state.

  just like a cocoon, the shell started to crack away, flakes dropping down from her- freeing a claw, an ear, her horn, and so on. it soon gave her nothing to support herself on, and she felt her body ... fall down.   the ancient changeling barely felt any of the pain, her body was numb, so used to the nothingness that when something happened to it- it would refuse to feel it. it was like a swarm of needles all over, making every twitch feel strange. and yet, she gasped, taking in air painfully in her empty lungs.

  she was helpless to do anything but lie there for a while, gasping like a fish out of water while her consciousness slowly flickered to life for the first time in ... however long since she was trapped.

  the first thing that hit her was the smell, a deep earthy tone. of the plants and its roots, of whatever else grew in the wind. the sent of life. half of her face was buried in it, and she felt her muzzle twitch, and something tickling her nostril.   she tried to move her head, but it would not respond, much to her annoyance. she cracked an eyelid open, barely enough to squint at the blob that bobbed in the wind.

  it started small. a claw would wiggle, and then another on another leg. and so on, until a whole limb could stretch out. slowly, and unsteadily, its head finally shifted on its command, and they could already feel the oncoming headache approaching, a dull pounding in the front of her head.   she tried to groan and was interrupted by a cough, a crackly and dusty sound that scratched her dry throat. she winced in pain, claw flying to clutch at their throat before it slowly subsided.

  the changeling tried once more to open her eyes, the sound of the rustling leaves above finally reaching her ears, louder than she ever remembered it being. one lid peeled open, and then squeezed shut. it was .. bright. blinding. as if the sun herself stood in front of her. but she shook her head, determined. slowly, and with her head hung low, her eyes blinked open- the world coming into focus in double. they shuddered, and took in a shaky breath, before finally .... looking back.

  something in her old, dead heart stirred at the sight. an old statue, bleached and overgrown by time. a centaur .. and an alicorn filly. and nothing left behind of the changeling queen. the living one still rested in a patch of soft grass, surrounded by the ancient rubble.   as she stared up at the statue, that familiar anger bubbled up inside her, a dim ember catching a spark. it’s fire bringing her to snarl. she did not know how she managed to escape, but one thing was clear.

  she would make all of equestria pay for what they have done.

[lynxmuses]

     Sometimes... I do think about this specific panel

[zagubionywilk]

so i’m working on icons right now and   ---

we live in a society.

[detectiev]

𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃𝚈 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝙰 , 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆𝚂 , 𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙾𝚂𝙾𝚃𝙴 . 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚄𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽, 𝙼𝚈 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝙽 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 .  

[seapromised]

me: has like 3 different verses for post kh3

also me: i need more

[nutelly]

what if i put yurina in my top 10

[genus-trolls]

@ask-the-cerulean-plague-doctor

ashenn

Vampire hunter: DONT GO IN THAT CASTLE THE LADY WHO LIVES THERE IS A VAMPJRE

lesbians:

[seiwas]

sel i'm reading your shouto fic and i'm not finished yet but i just need you to know i'm so dearly in love with your writing as always. there's just something so special about your prose and the way you write your characters. the exchange between shouto and bakugo during the gala felt so precious to me.

But Touya has always lived in a special corner of his mother’s heart—never forgotten and always considered. Shouto thinks it’s the same case for all of them; that’s how it’s managed to work. 

this paragraph had me tearing up, i think there's always going to be something about touya's relationship with his family that makes my heart ache. lost son, lost boy, but his mother loves him so dearly - never forgotten and always considered is genuinely making me want to cry.

anyway i need u to know your writing is so special and beautiful and i can't wait to scream about this more when i finish the fic !!

– @c4ssiopeias

nova you can bet i was tearing up reading this omg 🥺 thank you so much, it's so lovely of you to drop in here to say such nice things 🥺🥺🥺

for you to compliment my prose like that!! waaah i am so touched 🥺 i'm so glad you enjoyed it 🥺 todobaku is so very dear to me and i'm so happy and so relieved that you enjoyed their little interaction in the fic 🥺 i worried a lot about the characterisations of each character and how their dynamics would be with one another (shoutout to @stellamancer for helping me go over the bakugo scene) 🥺 so hearing this is very validating 🥺🥺🥺

and!! the touya bits!! the todofam scenes!!! i never used to read touya stuff and only started because i wanted to get a better feel of him for this fic, but all the feels i went through just trying to unpack and build the kind of relationship i see him having with his family 🥺 it was honestly one of the main drivers of the fic!! one of my goals for it was to be more than just a shouto fic, and i'm glad that you particularly enjoyed reading the todofam bits because writing those parts felt so healing for me 🥺

you are so sweet, and this means so much 🥺🥺🥺 thank you thank you nova 🥺

[enevera]

Hmm. Missy 😌

MISSYYYYY

First impression

okay so i watched season 8 as it was airing so its been Awhile lol but hmm. well if we go from deep breath then,, i was intrigued u know like who is pretty mary poppins lady what does she Mean the afterlife standard shit. but by the time we got to dark water,, sjlfhdbf shes literally so fun

Impression now

she <333333333 ngl shes probably one of if not my absolute favorite versions of the master shes just. shes everything. just writing abt her makes me wanna go rewatch the witch's familiar hsjdbf

Favorite moment

tie btwn the magicians apprentice and the witch's familiar just on the whole but also. every moment hfjsdb

Idea for a story

mmm... idk if i have a clear one but like. i'd die for her to meet other drs i think it would be so so so interesting i just dont think im probably any good at scifi sfdhjb

Unpopular opinion

shit uhh do i have any?? um. OH WAIT. NONBINARY SHE NONBINARY THERE THAT ONE SJBKHD (always forget that most ppl dont have that as canon in their heads despite it literally being true like..)

Favorite relationship

uuhhh twissy is Always great fun but tbh her and clara is also dear to me like. im sorry but the married couple + puppy thing is just so funny but i also have Very mixed feelings abt clara so shbdfj

Favorite headcanon

mm. i think they fucked <3

ask game!!

ask game!!

[coyotemarked]

I had a dream I was a black dog and another black dog who looked just like me confronted me. he stood tall and had cropped ears and serious eyes. I was cowering but stepped in front of someone forced to fight so he wouldn’t hurt them. I can’t remember what he told me before he lunged at me with an open maw, but I think it was important.

[seiwas]

hiii lovely!!! what's the scoop? what's new?

im dropping in with questions of my own !!! which of your faves can really handle the heat and who can't? who's pouting and complaining and who's taking it like a champ? ☀️

how do you handle the heat? are you commiserating or are you telling them to tough it out?

maeve hello!! so lovely of you to drop by 🥺

nothing new with me tbh, it's still mostly just work 🥺 and i finally finished the shouto fic i've been working on for the past month/s!! hmmm and i'm also getting into watercoloring!!

omg and a question too!! this is such a fun question hsjdbfs i love to think about it jhdsbf i think:

HOTTIES: iwaizumi, bakugo, kiri, yuuji, osamu (the miya divide begins here) NEUTRAL: shouto NOPE: megumi, gojo, atsumu (looks good but complains), oikawa (also looks good but also complains...), akaashi (doesn't really pout but he also just doesn't like the heat), bokuto (WHINES), kags (pouts)

and as for me!! omg i do kind of prefer the heat compared to the cold just bc i think i whine more when it's cold (mostly bc i asked for cuddles a lot more.... BFAJSH) but!! i am def babying megs, akaashi, bokuto, and kags if they complain about the heat. but gojo, atsumu, and oikawa can burn HJBSDFGHSDJBFK