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[starfall-sys]

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We use ‘✨🌟💫’ as our collective tag. Individual alters will use their own tag if they feel like it, will list those later on.

Alter tags:

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Frisk: 🌼

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SK: 🔮

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- I will also take generic wallpaper commissions as long as it’s something that I can make. If it’s something that I cant do (people, animals, most plants unless i drew them in simple designs), then I may not be able to make it.

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[cower-before-power]

Naked Attraction

Summary: A typical day in your art class turn into anything but when you’re introduced to your nude model for the week- a devastatingly gorgeous man named Levi.

Pairing: Modern AU Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

TW: Nudity, swearing, suggestive content, age gap (reader is 20, Levi is 30), dick jokes, reader is thirsty and lewds Levi hard, perhaps poorly written stuff about art and drawing because I literally know nothing haha

(minors please do not interact, just to be safe)

Link to A03 here

A/N: Hello all! This is my entry for @ghost-party’s Meet Cute Collab with my darling husband Levi. I’ve never written for him before so I was a little nervous haha, I hope I did him justice! Thank you to everyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs- you are all wonderful and I appreciate your support! I hope you enjoy, my sweet potatoes!

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“Morning,” Jean greets you with a crooked smile and a steaming cup of coffee. It’s the good stuff from the café by his apartment, your favourite thing to help your brain shift into creative mode. “You’re later than usual.”

You grab the cup from him, sighing as you feel the warmth bleed into your hands. “Overslept. Barely had time to get dressed and brush my teeth.”

Jean’s eyes rove over you as you sink into your chair, humming to yourself as you sip on your drink. “I can see. Do you know you’re wearing two different shoes? And I think your sweater is on inside out. Why do you still even have that ugly thing anyways?”

“Thank you for your comments,” you roll your eyes. “I know I look like a hot mess and I don’t need any words from you, Mr. I Asked The Nude Model Out And Got Shot Down.”

Jean’s ears turn red, and he shoots you a dirty look before busying himself with arranging his pencils. “Shut up.”

You snicker to yourself as you set up your own area. Last week’s model had been a soft, pretty brunette that had instantly made Jean all starry-eyed, like a teenage boy with his first crush. It was generally considered a bit taboo to ask out the nude models, but he’d thrown that aside and gone for the kill after she’d slid back into her clothes. She’d laughed and patted his cheek like he was a naughty child asking for candy before dinner. Then proceeded to walk out and climb onto the back of her boyfriend’s motorcycle (but not before making out with said boyfriend for a good 5 minutes, minimum).

Jean had been left with red cheeks and no date, and you’d been left with great blackmail material.

“I wonder who will be our victim today,” you decide to take mercy on your poor friend and change the subject. “Most likely a guy, since we had a woman last week.”

“We’ll know in about 5 minutes,” Jean looks up at the clock on the wall. “Old Cueball is never late.”

Sure enough, in exactly 5 minutes your very bald and very punctual professor casually strolls through the door. A short man in a green coat is following him, presumably your newest subject. You crane your neck, trying to get a better look at his face, but all you can see is dark hair falling like a curtain over pale skin.

“Good morning class,” Professor Pyxis greets you, tossing his briefcase down on his desk with his usual nonchalant air. “I see you are all ready, so let’s get right to it.” He gestures to the person beside him. “This is Mr. Levi Ackerman. He’s your model for the week.”

The class murmurs in curiosity as the mentioned Levi Ackerman turns to face the room.

You swear your heart actually skips a beat.

Steel gray eyes observe the room from a face that practically begs to be immortalized through art. Every line is hard and strong, covered in clear skin that looks like it would slide under your fingers like the smoothest silk. Your eyes drink in his features greedily, from the regal bridge of his nose to the proud edge of his jaw. You decide your favorite thing though, is his cheeks. They are utterly cherubic, round and full and dusted ever so lightly with the lightest shade of pink.

He’s possibly the prettiest man you have ever seen.

“Hey, I know him,” Jean whispers, cutting off your entranced thoughts. “That’s Mikasa’s distant cousin, the one I told you she found on Ancestry.com last year. I’ve met him once, he’s got a stick so far up his butt, he’d need surgery to remove it. Never would have pegged him for the type to do this sort of thing.”

You vaguely remember a previous conversation involving Jean’s childhood friend and some long lost relatives.

“He doesn’t look that uptight,” you muse, too busy admiring the way his lips glint temptingly under the fluorescents to really process Jean’s words. “He’s beautiful, like something out of a Renaissance painting.”

Jean opens his mouth to reply, but Pyxis begins to speak.

“As usual, draw whichever side of him is facing you, all angles will be graded equally,” your professor plops himself down in his chair, already scrolling through his phone to find the playlist for the day. “Completed drawings to be submitted to me by the end of class on Friday. Please remember be respectful and courteous to our guest. Mr. Ackerman, whenever you’re ready.”

The man nods to your professor, already slipping out of his coat as he steps up onto the platform in the center of the room. You watch, mesmerized, as he proceeds to shed himself of his clothes. It’s rigid and methodical (he folds his clothes like he’s worked his whole life in a department store), but somehow oddly endearing. Every inch of his body that is revealed is consumed eagerly by your shameless stare, and you sincerely hope you don’t start drooling. By the time he carefully removes his final items, you feel like you are vibrating in your seat.

Holy fucking shit, he’s built like a god. Like Michelangelo himself carved him out of a block of the most pristine marble. You trace your gaze down the column of his throat, over the strong shoulders and sinewy arms, the impressive set of abs, the thighs that look like they could crush your head and you’d be nothing but happy about it. It takes a minute before you’re able to make yourself look between his thighs, and when you finally do, you have to looks away immediately. Good grief, even that is stupidly handsome. You can’t help but wonder if it would feel as nice as it looks.

Your face heats from your lewd thoughts, and you grip your pencil so hard it almost snaps. Beside you, Jean snickers.

“You okay over there? It looks like you’re about to explode.”

“Can it,” you hiss, glad that the ambient music Pyxis chose will probably keep your conversation private. “I can’t help it that I’m looking at the most gorgeous dick attached to the most gorgeous man I think I’ve ever seen.”

“You haven’t seen mine.”

“I don’t own a microscope.”

“Ooooh, see if I buy you coffee tomorrow, bitch.”

You stick your tongue out at him before turning back to your easel. As you move, you catch the gaze of Levi, his expression unreadable. Warmth creeps up the back of you neck, and you duck behind your sketchpad in embarrassment. You seriously hope he didn’t hear you, he’d probably report you to Pyxis for being creepy. You decide to lock all your stupid horny thoughts deep within the recesses of your mind, and take a few deep breaths to clear your head.

It works, and as you touch pencil to paper, the desire to create overflows inside of you.

Unsurprisingly, you become utterly engrossed in your work, your pencil sweeping over the pad with almost a mind of it’s own. Levi is the perfect model; you swear he’s not even breathing as he majestically hold his pose without even a quiver. The contours of his body spring to life on the page, and you can’t stop the joyful smile that blooms on your lips as you work. It’s times like these, when everything is so perfect, that you truly realize just how much you love making art.

Before you know it, Pyxis announces class is over, and you’ll resume with Levi tomorrow. The man of the hour begins to re-dress as your fellow classmates pack up their supplies and file out. You absent mindedly wave to Jean, who is practically sprinting out the door so he can make his next class all the way across campus. You’re still engrossed in your drawing, staring at it with critical eyes. It good, one of the best starts you’ve had all year, but now that the high of creating has worn off, you can see where you need to improve.

“You’re very good.”

You gasp and jump, whirling around to find Levi standing behind you, eyes fixed on your sketch. How did he even get there? You hadn’t seen him or heard him.

“Oh, uh, Mr Ackerman!” You squeak, your heart racing like you’ve just run a marathon.  “T-that’s very nice, I mean, thank- thank you very much!”

“It’s Levi,” your muse says, seemingly unbothered by your stammering. “Yours is going to be the best one here.”

You blink stupidly at his bold statement. “Did you look at all of them?”

“No,” Levi’s voice is firm, a tone that brokers no argument. “But you had the most joy on your face while you worked. That much passion doesn’t churn out stuff that looks like shit.”

“Oh, that’s only because you are such a great model,” you gush, insides turning warm at his praise. “You stayed so still and you looked so damn regal and you’re just so pretty and-” Your eyes go wide as you realize the absolute words vomit leaving your mouth, mortification slithering up your spine.

“I’m pretty?” Levi raises an eyebrow. “You think I’m pretty?”

“No!” You shout, and the man’s other eyebrow joins the first. “No wait, yes! I mean, fuck, I mean you are probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen!”

Levi’s eyebrows have now practically become one with his hairline. You wring your hands, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow you. “I-well- come on, people must tell you how good looking you are! I can’t be the first.”

“No, but you certainly are the most enthusiastic about it,” Levi deadpans.

Oh, someone just put you out of your misery now.

“I’m sorry,” you offer, cringing internally at your complete ineptitude to hold a conversation with an attractive man. “I....get carried away sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Levi’s stoic expression softens just a little. “It’s kind of nice to hear, actually. Usually I’m told I’m good looking, but ‘far too short’.”

“That’s bullshit.” you say vehemently, honestly shocked people would deny this man his godhood over something as trivial as height. “Who cares if you’re shorter? It doesn’t detract from you. What’s that phrase again? Good things come in small packages? Well, not that you’re small, I’m not saying that, I just meant-”

“Yes, you did seem to find my package....good,” Levi interrupts, and you swear you see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

Your eyes widen in horror as your brain replays your hushed conversation with Jean. “You heard that?!”

“I’m told I have exceptionally good hearing.”

“Oh fuck me,” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “I am literally so, so, sorry. That was completely out of line. I have no excuse other than it’s clearly been too long since I’ve gotten some, but that’s no reason to make you uncomfortable. Please, if there’s anything I can do to to make it up to you, I’ll do it!”

“Have tea with me.””

Your head shoots up, surprise coloring your features. “What?”

“Tch, you heard me,” Levi tuts, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his phone. “I haven’t got free time till Saturday-stupid Shitty Glasses wanting to trade shifts-but if you want to go out, give me your number and we can work out the details.”

You stare at him with your mouth open, unsure if this is really happening or you’re vividly daydreaming again.

“Umm, are you sure?” You ask, wondering if you should pinch yourself to see if you are indeed imagining things. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m wearing two different shoes and my sweater is inside out. Believe me when I say these sorts of fashion statements happen more often than not. Plus, I practically salivated over you like some sort of horny middle aged suburban housewife who hasn’t been laid in years.” You pause to take a breath, once again unable to stop the words from spewing forth like a fountain. “And I’m so awkward! I mean, are you comfortable in this conversation? And I can’t stop talking once I’ve gotten going, and I say the weirdest shit, and, and-”

“I like you,” he says simply, as if he’s just declared something as obvious as 1+1=2. “I couldn’t give a flying fuck about all the stuff you just said, you’re just... you, and I like it. So, do you want to go on a date or not?”

“O-oh,” you suddenly feel shy, your tummy filling with butterflies at the look of sincerity on his handsome face. You’d never met anyone quite like Levi Ackerman before, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get to know the man behind the drool-worthy muscles.  “Uh, yes, please, I would like that. Very much.”

An almost relieved expression crosses Levi’s face, and he hands you his phone to type in your number. You notice the time as you do so, and sigh sadly as you hand him his device back.

“Well I better go,” you say reluctantly, suddenly fervently wishing it was Saturday already. “I’ve got another class in 15 minutes.”

“I’ll walk you there,” Levi says briskly, slipping his phone back into his coat. “To make sure you get there safely. Someone might murder you on account of their eyes being assaulted by that garish sweater. ” The corners of his lips twitch upwards once again, and you grow warm all over, from both his gentle teasing and the knowledge he isn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet either.

“Excuse me, I thought you said you didn’t give a ‘flying fuck’ about my attire,” you huff, but you’re grinning as you quickly pack up your bag.

“I don’t care it’s inside out, but you have to know that is the ugliest fucking color know to man,” Levi says, holding out his hand. Your brain malfunctions slightly for a moment, until you realize he’s offering to carry your bag for you. The butterflies inside you whip themselves into a frenzy as you pass him your stuff, your hand just grazing over his. Handsome, funny, honest, and sweet? How is this guy even real?

“I’ll have you know, this sweater is an absolute delight. When it’s inside right,” you stick up your nose, but unable to stop he laugh that slips past your lips.

Levi rolls his eyes in an almost playful manner. “Doubtful .”

You’re not sure where it comes from, but a sudden rush of confidence fills you. “If you’re so offended by it, maybe you should just rip it off of me.”

The tips of Levi’s ears turn a delightful shade of pink. You’re sure your own skin is hot enough to cook an egg on.

“Wear it Saturday then,” Levi’s ears may be flushed, but his eyes flash with something that makes your spine tingle. The insinuation of his words has your gut clenching and your mind whispering fervent prayers to please please please make Saturday get here faster, I don’t ask for much, please!

“Only if you wear your modeling outfit,” you manage to say, trying your best to sound coy when you feel like you might combust into a pile of lust and giddiness. “I’ve never seen someone wear it so well, and I want a closer look.”

If possible, Levi’s eyes grow even darker, and you just know Saturday is going to be one of the best damn days of your entire life.

“Deal.”

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[lil-writer-cosmic]

Not as bad as you thought

Fred Weasley x reader

Author’s note:  You may find some grammatical or spelling mistakes. English isn't my first language so don't hesitate to tell me if I made a mistake. Feedback, comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated !

Summary: You want to break up with Fred

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.7k

You had met Fred a few days before you started hooking up. It had happened fast, way too fast. Flirting was a fun game, you were quite good at it, but it was a game. It was entertaining. You could flirt with everyone, not catch feelings and go back to your life the next day, and you were completely okay with it since the persons playing this game with you were on the same page. Once you were done flirting they wouldn't run after you, so you were safe. But not this time. Fred and you were flirting, and after a few days, he made a move. His confident nature had made you feel like you couldn't say no to this and ought to give it a try. What a mistake. You had tried. You wanted so bad to finally fall in love and experience what everyone talked about, what you had read about so many times. Everyone around you seemed to find someone and you felt so alone sometimes. Sure, you had declined many boys' feelings, but you were getting tired of it. Why couldn't you like them back? Why were you always falling for people that weren't sharing your feelings? Fred was fun, outgoing, far from ugly, so you thought 'Why not? We are not in a book. Love at first sight doesn't exist. It may come with time, so let's try."

The first few days were fun, you were laughing, talking about everything, which wasn't complicated considering the fact that both of you could go on for hours, even if you were talking to a wall. But you had realized a little too late that what you were enjoying was the attention he gave you. You liked your reflection in his eyes, you enjoyed knowing that he liked you, but you didn't like him back. As hard as you had tried, time wasn't making you love him more than at the beginning. It was frustrating. You wanted to fall in love. Sure, you felt closer to him because you learned to know him, but it would have been the same if you were friends. Being in a relationship implied more than friends. Kissing him was okay, but it wasn't making you feel things. It was like those times when you kissed strangers at parties because of the alcohol. Every time you regretted it, but it wasn't a big deal because the next day you would laugh it off and everything was back to normal. It was actually one of the reasons why you had stopped drinking so much, so you wouldn't feel this miserable after the party. Fortunately, you were still the life of the party with less alcohol in your system. The issue was, you were sober when it started with Fred. You couldn't blame it on the alcohol. You had to blame it on yourself. You had made a mistake, and you were acting like a coward about it. A Gryffindor scared to break up with someone, how pathetic.

After a month you knew that you had to put an end to it but you were too scared to do it, so you avoided him, saying that you weren't in a good mood, that you needed time alone. It was true, but you knew that it wouldn't fix anything. You wanted to break up with him, but you didn't know how. Being friends with him could have been fine, but the romantic part needed to go away. The fact that you were completely terrified at the idea of hurting him wasn't helping. It was obvious that he liked you a lot. He was the one always sending notes to you and planning stuff to see each other, which was suffocating you. As independent as you were, you felt trapped. You wanted to make him happy, you wanted to be happy, but pretending was taking its toll on you, so much that you started to be insufferable with everyone around you. So saying that you were in a bad mood wasn't exactly a lie. You had to break up with him, and you had to do it now.

Hermione, as much as she had read about it, was as inexperienced as you. She tried to help, and you were grateful, but you needed more pieces of advice. Thankfully, as the social butterfly that you are, you had other friends, more experienced ones, that helped a bit. You rehearsed with them how you wanted to end it with the redhead twin, trying out different ways to tell him, anticipating what he would say. It was almost fun, to be honest. It distracted you from the fear and anxiety creeping inside of your brain, invading every part of your body at the thought of really saying those things in the face of the nice boy. Because that was true. He was nice. And you were sure that if you were actually in love with him you would be incredibly happy. But you weren't. You weren't happy, you weren't in love. At first, it was okay, but it became too much. Every time he asked to see you, which was a daily occurrence, felt like a chore. Receiving sweet notes from him many times a day felt like being harassed. You hated those feelings, and the more you tried to ignore them, determined in your plan to finally develop feelings for him, the more they grew. Until it was too much. If you weren't in a romantic relationship, if you didn't see each other so often, you were sure that you could have been great friends. And it pained you.

During class, you sent him a note. You were sweating, your heart was beating incredibly fast, and seeing his happy face when he received the paper made you feel worse. Until he opened it, frowning.

"Meet me on the second floor at 7. We need to talk."

Thank god he didn't have the time to send you another note because the class ended. You rushed out to your herbology lesson, which he wasn't part of, making sure that he couldn't catch you in the hallway on your way there.

When you arrived early at the spot Fred was already waiting for you. Your heart dropped when you saw him standing with a rose in his hand. A fucking rose. Breaking up was going to be hard, but the fact that he had brought you a rose was making it harder. You wanted to hate him for it, but how could you? It was a sweet gesture. You walked towards him, a hundred thoughts rushing through your head. "Should I do this another day? He brought me a rose, I'm so going to hurt him." "Maybe I can try a little bit harder, maybe I was wrong." You pushed those thoughts aside, knowing that it was just the product of your immense fear. Being afraid of confrontation was positively a curse.

Fred kissed you quickly. You had talked about that with your friends. He always kissed you when you saw each other, and you asked your friends "Should I stop him? I am going to break up with him." They were quite adamant about it. You had to greet him the usual way. Stopping him would be too brutal, you could give him one last kiss. And that's what you did. You weren't too sure about that, but you kissed him. You felt like a fraud, it was actually painful. He handed you the rose, a small smile on his face.

"I know that you haven't been feeling well these last few days. Thought it could cheer you up."

Fucking hell. You thanked him, taking the flower, your eyes fixed on it as you tried to collect your strength. Yeah, you hadn't been feeling well, planning how to break up with someone wasn't easy. Hermione had held you whilst you cried in her arms the night before. You cared about the boy and knowing that you were possibly going to hurt him terrified you. You weren't a cold-hearted bitch, you appreciated him. He was incredibly sweet and nice. Nothing was wrong with him. You just had no romantic feelings for him. It could have been so much easier if you hated him. It could have been so much easier to break his heart and not give a damn about it.

"Listen, I.." Everything you had planned to say was now lost. "I don't have any feelings for you." You blurted out, fidgeting with the rose in your hands. To say that your heart was pounding in your chest was an understatement.

Holding his gaze was quite difficult considering how guilty you were feeling. He smiled softly, contrasting with the worry plastered on your face.

"I figured that's why you've been distant lately." Did he? Maybe he wasn't as oblivious as you thought.

"You know, me neither. Feelings come with time." He added.

It surprised you, that he did not have feelings for you. You thought he did. Maybe he was lying? Or had he fooled you as much as you had fooled him for the past month? You felt less nervous, a little bit at ease.

"I know, I thought this too but I really don't see you as anything else than a friend. I'm sorry, I should've realized this sooner. It's probably because we went so fast, I didn't get to truly know you."

He nodded. Surprisingly, this was going quite well. You had always heard about breakups as something full of screams and tears, but this was quite the opposite. It was a calm discussion between two persons not as immature as you thought. Maybe it was because one of you wasn't madly in love with the other. The fact that you had picked an empty hallway was also quite convenient.

"I don't have feelings for you but I still appreciate you. I hope we can still be friends." You said, the last part sounding more like a question.

"Yeah, I think that's possible." He answered, the same smile etched on his face.

You talked a bit more after that, and when you parted ways to join your friends in the library, it was with a lighter heart and quieter head. Breaking up wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't half as terrible as you thought. This first try at a relationship was obviously a huge fail. Nevertheless, you were thankful that it had been with someone as kind and understanding as Fred.

[yoificfinder]

Hey love, hope you are doing well ✨ I was wondering if you have any recommendations regarding side characters (personality analysis, friendship etc.) I absolutely adore all the side characters in the YOIverse however there are not many fics revolving around them so if you know any good ones, it'd be great!! Thank you so much in advance 💟

Hey dear nonnie! This took a long time, I hope you're still here. I combed through ao3 to find fics I remember that fit your request and discovered new gems along the way! Many of these are not popular/underrated but I guarantee that they're good reads so I hope you (and anyone else who finds this) enjoy! If only for that reason alone, I really hope this rec list becomes one of the most popular posts in this blog (I would really appreciate a reblog!) so these fics/authors can receive more love! Plus this is the most exhaustive and time-consuming rec list I've made so far (but I still feel that I missed a lot so other recs are welcome!).

Without further ado, here are some great YOI side-characters' stories in canonverse:

(Don't) Give A Damn by @forochel [T, 9K]

Mari, through the years.

an open door by tripcyclone [G, 8K]

Lilia never wanted children of her own, but caring for Victor gives her a glimpse into the life she chose to pass by.

Beautiful In Knowing by @val-creative [T, 1K]

Sara knew she was a girl, even if nobody else did or believed her.

She ordered Michele to call her "Lady Sara" from now on. He would roll his eyes and grumble, but never attempt to misgender her. She liked "Sara" — it meant "lady, princess, noblewoman". And she would never go back to her deadname.

by any other name by iguanastevens [T, 2K]

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Yuri's life as told by the names he's given; or, how Yuri's names direct his life.

Feathers on the Ice by Kiranokira / @kyashin [E, 79K]

After dinner and a bath and quality hamster time, snuggled in bed cocooned within his eight entirely necessary pillows, Phichit indulges himself and investigates Seung-gil's hashtag. There isn’t much from Seung-gil himself, but Seung-gil's fans are many and dedicated. Amid the photos of Seung-gil at competitions or practicing and the few candid shots of Seung-gil in airports or out on the streets of Seoul, there’s a very recent professional video uploaded by user andjoy_studio.

Phichit clicks on it, and his life changes.

fermata by perbe [T, 3K]

When one is patchwork of growth plates and bruises, it is inevitable that one must admire boys with words a size too big, as if they know down to their bones that they are meant for something greater.

I used to burn for you, Otabek thinks.

(A character study on Otabek's reaction to his placement at the Grand Prix Finals.)

Go On Ahead by @kiaronna [G, 2K]

Sour, grouchy Yakov didn’t understand sparkly purple skate outfits or wanting to eat your weight in sweets or having crushes on boys.

But Viktor did.

Gossips, Chinese whispers and misunderstandings by womanroaring [M, 8K]

Series of short stories relating to how certain (often perfectly innocent) scenes in Yuri On Ice would have looked from the outside. And just the gossip and stuff that would have surrounded them.

I am Yuri Plisetsky by rinsled05 / @dreaming-fireflies [M, 1K]

Who is Yuri Plisetsky?

He's not Agape.

Not a “prima donna” ballerina.

And definitely no Russian fairy.

No, Yuri Plisetsky is an angry, loud, in-your-face, Russian tiger who will take to the ice and give you a brilliant gold-worthy performance you will never forget.

... a piece on Yuri's rationale for skating to "Welcome to the Madness". Rated for the actual foul-mouthed language in the story itself, courtesy of one Yuri Plisetsky.

if friends were flowers i'd pick you by windupbirdgirl / @tanpopori [G, 4K]

Yuuko thinks of Yuuri’s skating, beautiful and flawed. She thinks of Yuuri sitting with the girls instead of the other boys at practice. She thinks of Yuuri and Viktor, the posters of him he asks her to buy him for birthdays. The posters he wouldn't ask anyone else to buy.

“Oh, Yuuri.” She bites her nails, ruining the carefully applied polish. She doesn’t care at all.

Sitting in that tiny bedroom, she makes a big decision.

if love is king, who wears the crown by @crollalanzaa [G, 1K]

“Second is seen as nothing,” Christophe had derided.

“But that moment you glide onto the ice, that hush of the audience, and that expectation, isn’t that worth something?”

“You speak as if you know. You used to skate?"

Past tense. It still stung, even if it was expected.

Minako knows exactly what it's like to be at the top of your game, and she remembers the descent just as clearly.

if she wants me by renaissance [G, 6K]

Hiroko and Minako, then and now.

kagura by night by seventhstar / @pencilwalla [T, 1K]

The world around her is like the mountains.

A mortal lifespan is narrow; mortals watch the mountain’s unchanging faces, unravaged by the same measure of time that takes a human from dust to dust, and think them immortal in comparison. But stone erodes, just as flesh decays. It just takes longer.

If she watches long enough, everything changes. Languages drift until all the words she learned before are meaningless. Technology changes until she ceases to believe in magic because human ingenuity is more infinite than the stars. What is beautiful, what is polite, what is wrong, what is right—time, given its way, reshapes all.

But Minako’s body remains as it has always been. That’s why she loves to dance, she supposes; it’s the one thing time cannot take from her.

Katsudon by @azriona [G, 8K]

Hiroko doesn’t need to see to coat pork cutlets in egg and panko. She has made this dish for her family for over thirty years; she’ll make it another thirty, if she’s lucky.

Now she makes it for Yuuri and Victor as they fly home from Barcelona, with silver around their necks and gold around their fingers.

keep me steady as we go by strikinglight [G, 3K]

When Isabella stood and crossed the room to where he sat she saw her notebook open in his lap, turned to the last page of their to-do list, all but three items crossed off with less than a month to the wedding date. License. Ceremony. Everything after. She saw the angle of his gaze, too, not on the words but straight ahead, staring blank and glassy and brittle into some invisible place she still wasn’t sure she could follow him to, yet. And yet she had been the one who’d promised to try—and to keep promising, forever and forever.

Kooks by BoxWineConfessions [G, 3K]

Mari clasps her right hand across her left hand and rests them both atop her growing stomach. “I guess you’re just lucky that your father, I mean your other father, my brother-“ Mari giggles. “God, it all sounds so weird, doesn’t it? Do you care? Do you care that we’re all so fucked up and we don’t care at all?” Mari laughs again. It’s all she can do when she hurts this much, and wants a cigarette this much, but can’t stop smiling despite the fact that her body seems to hate her so much. “Well he means the world to me. That’s why I have you.”

Living in the Maybe by @adrianners [T, 6K]

It wasn’t hard to spot a 180cm platinum blond in Fukuoka International Airport. Especially when he was the only person wearing sunglasses. Indoors. At night.

Mari picks Viktor up at the airport when he returns from Moscow. Without Yuuri there to play his usual role of interpreter, they learn to communicate around their linguistic, cultural, and personal barriers.

post tenebras lux by @alykapediaaa [T, 1K]

“Which skater would you say has inspired your skating the most?”

The question catches him unaware, so much so that he’s rendered speechless. It’s only when he sees Yakov lean towards the microphone to answer in his stead that Yuri blurts out the first name that comes to mind.

“Yuuri Katsuki.”

The Best Men by @kiaronna [Not Rated, 5K]

Just as Viktor lives to surprise, Christophe Giacometti lives to scandalize, to sensationalize. But innocent little Phichit Chulanont is proving to be an impossible victim.

OR: where Christophe tries very hard to get under one Thai skater’s skin, and instead finds himself all over the younger skater’s Instagram feed and wrapped around his finger.

the city of bridges by @stammiviktor [T, 5K]

After three flights, a train ride, and dinner at the Katsukis' table, Yakov finally sees Hasetsu through Viktor's eyes.

The First Cut by BoxWineConfessions [E, 27K]

People made divorce seem like this long drawn out and ugly process, but it really wasn’t. He bought the town home for Isabella as a gift, and so it was hers. The flat down town would go to him, as it was closer to the rink. They paid off her medical school loans last fall, so that was done too. He had a few cars, which she unanimously agreed were his to keep, so long as she could keep her Corvette. She changed her vanity plate from Dr. Leroy to Dr. Yang. He saw it parked out front of the courthouse.

trials of Coach Yakov series by @naraht [T and M, 40K]

Summaries of fics in the series:

1. Forced to share a bed with Victor at the Sochi Grand Prix Final, Yakov learns more than he wants to know.

2. Yakov attempts to prepare Yuri for his transition to Seniors. Yuri doesn't care to listen.

3. No sex while you're competing – this is Yakov's rule. His athletes often have other ideas.

4. In 1980, Yakov Feltsman is the USSR's skating hero. At a dull official reception, he defends his loyalty to the motherland – and makes the acquaintance of a beautiful young dancer from the Bolshoi.

5. In which both Victor and Yakov have to remake themselves – Victor after his first Olympic gold and Yakov after his divorce.

Tz'ror by athoroughlybakedpotato [T, 3K]

Yakov changes much slower than the times do, but steadiness is not always a bad thing.

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ETA - Other people's rec:

curtain of lies by @mandolinearts

JJ's Bizarre Adventure by Falahime

Landscapes of Spring and Summer by @myyoitrashblog

The Melancholy of Georgi Popovich by Falahime

+ a lot more recs on this reblog!!

Thanks for the rec, @vilchen, @genuine-firefly, @adrianners, and @kaleidodreams! ❤

[for-a-muse-of-fire]

oh, but you’re good to me

the wench and the witcher

"oh, but you’re good to me”

Fandom: The Witcher (2019)

Paring: Geralt of Rivia x Black!OFC - Zahra Auberel. Platonic!Jaskier x Zahra.

Summary:  Midaëte brings the height of summer, and a reconciliation. 

Warnings: Rated Mature due to brief mention of sex. Please don’t interact if you are under the age of 18.

A/N: Well, what started as a simple reader insert character grew into a fully-formed OC through the course of this series. And now we have reached the end! Well, mostly. I have some random outtakes and drabbles that I’m sure will crop up, but my (eventual) multi-chapter will feature Geralt and Zahra as they navigate some... interesting magical developments. 

But, for now, I call this the end of The Wench and The Witcher. Thank you guys so much for your kind words, reblogs, likes - this is honestly the most I’ve written in years and knowing that y’all have enjoyed it warms the cockles of my heart. Title and lyrics under the cut from Hozier’s “Would That I” which I think might be my favorite Hozier song full-stop, hands down. 

@coconutxraikage - @onyour-right - @ly–canthrope - @kianya-loves - @c-s-stars - @gczanetti1 - @alwaysnatz - @agniavateira - @owillofthewisps​ - @hina-chans-stuff - @yespolkadotkitty​ - @wastingmypotential​ - @inber​

With each love I cut loose, I was never the same Watching still-living roots be consumed by the flame I was fixed on your hand of gold Layin' waste to my lovin' long ago

“Contracts from the butcher and the miller,” Lucja rattles off. “And Jaskier returned your message – says he’s very much looking forward to performing for the solstice festival.”

 She gives a hum as she thumbs through the stack of papers on the desk. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you, as well,” she teases.

 Lucja’s pretty round face goes pink, making her employer grin. The older woman pauses when she finds an unfamiliar piece of folded parchment among the stack of invoices. Slim brown fingers unfold the sharply folded letter and suddenly her heart is in her throat. “Lucja… where did this come from?”

 “Oh… it, ah, came with Jaskier’s reply. Do you want me to get rid of it?”

 Though half-tempted to let Lucja burn the letter, she bites her lip and shakes her head. “No,” she murmurs. “Thank you, Lu’ – that will be all.”

 Her young barmaid flashes a sympathetic smile and closes the door behind her. The neatly looped scrawl of the letter makes something around her heart ache. She’d always been surprised by how tidy the Witcher’s handwriting was:

 I don’t

 This isn’t what

 I’m not – fucking shit fuck 

 The first time I saw you, it was like walking into the light of the sun after half a lifetime in the cold. And it was so fucking cold that night.

 You were like summer.

 It’s cold again now, without you. I don’t know what I’m doing

 Two weeks later:

I wanted want wanted to bring you to see Kaer Mohren. I know you said you like the ocean more than the mountains, but I think this place could change your mind. You would get on with Eskel like a house on fire. He’s more of a southerner, like you.

 I told him about the time you tried to teach me to cook and he nearly pissed himself laughing.

 Lambert’s a shit. Vesemir already likes you.

 You’d like it here. The kitchen is nearly as big as the whole front room of the tavern. Library’s bigger.

 Garden’s a fucking nightmare, though.

 We could go to the ocean, too. Anywhere you want.

 The missives don’t come with any real regularity. A few at a time, a week-long gap, but they never stop. She thinks about writing back, at first, but deciphering where the Witcher is would likely be impossible and… gods, she’s still so damned angry. The White Wolf receives no reply.

Regardless, the letters keep coming.

 The thing is, I don’t know what else there is besides The Path - this life of slaying monsters and getting paid in coin. I was told that was all I needed and I believed it for a very long time. There was nothing to challenge that, not until I met you.

 You were are so fucking beautiful. And warm, and bright, and vulgar, and kind, and a pain in my ass and I should have told you how much you meant to me, but I couldn’t parse it out until just now, and I am an idiot. And a coward. I thought that telling myself you were an amusement would be enough, that I would be content with warming your bed, but I can’t do that anymore. I can’t keep lying about how much I need you.

 I need you, Zee. It feels like I’m missing my fucking sword arm.

 The words on the page blur together. She brushes them with her fingertips, almost smiling even as the tears catch in her lashes:

 I miss the way you laugh at Jaskier’s dirty songs.

 I miss the way you used my legs to keep your feet warm at night.

 I miss that fucking rabbit stew.

 I miss the way you’d look at me when I walked in the door.

 I miss the sounds you make when I’m inside of you. The way you taste.

 I miss your eyes. And your smile.

 Your voice. Your terrible fucking singing.

 You are my home. You’re my harbor and my safe haven.

 I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.

   ---

Midaëte approaches. With it, a week’s worth of festivities, and food and drink, leading up to the day of the solstice. It means early mornings in the kitchen and late nights in the tavern. The evenings are balmy, windows and doors thrown open to allow the scent of summer air and night-blooming flowers to drift through.

 For a time, she is so busy that she forgets to be heartsore. Geralt’s letters – page after yellowing page – sit tied with a gold ribbon in her desk drawer. Confessions and apologies, promises and rambling stories that she keeps picking up to read again and again. It’s a veritable book, more than he’d ever seen fit to say in person and she’s not sure whether to be infuriated or hopeful, but there’s barely time. Thank the gods.

  Business booms, between trades-folk coming in for the market day, then musicians, then families. She drinks a little, dances when there is time; she lets Lucja weave tiny yellow purple flowers into her hair for Midaëte Eve and dresses in white and yellow to enjoy the evening. Or try to, at least. The main room is full almost to bursting, patrons laughing, carousing, and eventually spilling out into the courtyard to dance in the falling dusk.

 Zahra watches from the doorway. A few try to tempt her into the circle for a reel and they receive a grateful smile with her refusal. Jaskier, however, will not be deterred.

 “You, dear lady,” he croons. “Look too lovely to be hiding in the shadows.”

 “Jas…”

 “One dance. Just one – you might even have fun by mistake.”

 She rolls her eyes, but the bard just grins and lifts her hand for a kiss. He leads her, hand-in-hand out to the courtyard; Jaskier gives a nod to his fellow players and they begin with a sharp beat that eases into a lovely, familiar melody.

 “You know this one, ducky?” Jaskier queries with a smile. She nods and he takes the lead.

 It’s a simple step, to start with. A sweet back and forth to match the sweet, flowing verse of the song. The touch of Jaskier’s hand on her low back offers guidance, keeps her moving in gentle circles around him until the real movement begins. Swinging, agile steps carry Zahra and her partner around in wide loops. The mingle with other dancers, threading hands to spin back together and then apart.

 Jaskier grips her waist across the front, and she follows suit. The dizzying spin turns the world into a wash of summer colors for a moment and she can’t help but laugh. It feels good to be light again.

 The bard turns her under his arm and into the hands of the next man. There’s a moment of hesitation, a moment where she considers bowing out and going back to her corner, but the tabor still thrums in her blood and it’s such a beautiful night.

 Still smiling, she curtsies, and is lead back through the steps again. Her partner leads easily, light of foot and loose of tongue – from her ale, more like than not – but he’s kind, and sweet, and so funny that she’s nearly in tears when she’s suddenly spun away to her next partner. She catches the fabric of her skirts to add a flourish to the spin; the soft yellow cotton dances with her.

 When spins to a stop, she sees black, at first. Matte black buttons, black tunic shirt – worn, but cleaner than it usually is. The silver wolf’s head medallion sparks in the torchlight.

 Zahra looks up into the face of Geralt of Rivia and the music goes dull behind the roar of blood in her ears. It feels a bit like standing on a ledge cliff and looking down to gauge the fall. She feels dizzy, and terrified, and wonderfully breathless. Heart in her mouth, she spies Jaskier out of the corner of her eye.

 The bard grins. Bastard.

 “Zahra…”

 The Witcher’s voice rumbles through her like soft summer thunder. Strong fingers grip hers, and he lifts her knuckles to his lips. His honey-gold eyes are more earnest and honest than she’s ever seen them – he asks the question without moving his lips. Zahra nods.

 Geralt leads her in the dance and everything falls away.

  She hears the music, feels it sing through her, but her focus remains on the white-haired mutant at her side. His hand spans her back, warm through her dress and stays; the lightest pressure of his fingertips, or palm, guides her to turn, or step, or pivot in time with him. It shouldn’t be surprising to her, how well he moves – she’s seen him fight, and his grace with a sword, and how would dancing be any different?  He doesn’t look away from her once and the heat of his gaze flushes over her. The Witcher very nearly smiles.

 Geralt turns her under his arm, guides her through the last few measures of the song. He steps away, takes his warmth with him, and bows. Zahra curtsies in return.

 The crowd, the rest of the world, rushes back over them. The townsfolk whistle, and stomp, for a moment determined to swarm in and start up another country dance, and Geralt grips her hand tight for a moment. She sees him hesitate before he asks, simply, “Can we talk?”

 Most of the party has spilled into the streets, leaving the tavern itself practically empty. Lucja still keeps to her spot behind the bar, green eyes going wide when she spies Zahra and her guest in tow. The girl’s pretty face splits into a knowing smile that makes Zahra’s face go hot.

 It’s mostly dark in her study. The small hearth fire has gone to smoldering embers, and it gives her the opportunity to light a few candles and collect her utterly scattered thoughts. She flicks out the last taper and finally looks up at Geralt. He stands just inside the closed door, just as he used to. It’s familiar – it feels like it’s been years, or decades, or maybe just a few hours. His honey-colored gaze still holds a heat that sings over her skin. She drops her eyes to the desk.

 The last letter sits there, creased and folded from how many times she’s read it. Zahra picks at the parchment. Keeping her focus on Geralt’s neat lettering seems easier than looking at the Witcher himself. “Did Jaskier put you up to this?” she teases half-heartedly.

 Geralt exhales on a chuckle. “Something like. Threatened to garrote me with a lute string.”

 She smiles, in spite of herself. When she lifts her head and meets his eyes, it takes a moment to catch her breath. For a few heartbeats, she simply stares. Gods, he is still so beautiful. She swallows hard and feels her throat go dry.

 “Did you mean what you wrote?” she asks.

 “You know I did, Zee.”

Gold eyes go guarded again. He doesn’t go totally cold, but she can see the way he builds up his walls to prepare for the worst. He steps forward. Second-guesses – stops.

 “What I do – what I am – I can’t change it,” he rumbles. “I’m still a Witcher, Zahra. A mutant. I can’t… I can’t give you normal, sweetheart – ”

 “Gods, Geralt - fuck normal.”

 ---

 “Fuck normal.”

 She says it with such passionate certainty that it startles a laugh out of him. The soft yellow of her skirt floats like woven sunlight around her legs. Like the sun, it almost hurts to look at her, but fuck all, that’s all he wants to do. He watches her face, watches her chew her lip; feels his slow pulse try to speed up when she steps closer. His fingers itch to curl around her waist.

 “I never asked for normal, Geralt,” she whispers. The way her voice cracks pulls tight around his heart. “I don’t want normal. I want you. That’s it. Can… can you give me that, or no?”

 The Witcher’s footfalls carry him to her. He studies her face; re-acquaints himself with the curve of her cheek and the dimple that presses there. She all but melts into his touch when his thumb brushes her cheek. He pulls her into the circle of his arms. She’s still soft, and warm; he closes his eyes, feels his muscles go lax with relief when she holds fast, locking her arms around his back. Geralt presses his face against the smooth curve of her shoulder.

 It feels like stepping into the light of the sun after ages in cold and rain. “I love you, Zahra,” he breathes.

 Her soft, tearful laugh settles warm into his heart. “I love you, Geralt.”

 He gives a pleased murmur, lets the tip of his nose trail lazy circles over her shoulder. When he inhales, the warm, soft smell of her skin eases back into his lungs. From shoulder to neck, the Witcher draws in slow breaths and ghosts his lips over the exposed skin he finds until Zahra shivers. “What are you doing, Witcher?” she whispers, breathless.

 “Hmm… taking your scent back,” he mumbles. “I missed this smell.”

 His lips ease along the shell of her ear. She still gasps when he nips at the crux of her jaw. “I missed you, love,” he growls.

 Geralt takes his time. He savors the smell and the taste of her skin, humming lowly when Zahra’s hands grip at his back. The sweetness of her begins to bloom with heat, with the richness of desire – want – and when he sets his teeth gently against her pulse point, she moans delicately.  Insistent fingers tangle in his hair; she whispers his name and pulls him to her lips. She kisses him like a woman starved and it feels like his heart might thunder its way free of his chest. He lifts her onto the edge of the desk and comes to stand between her parted thighs, gathering the soft yellow cotton of her skirts up. Her fingers yank at the buttons on his trousers.

  It’s a quick, desperate of coupling. Mingled breath and bitten off sighs – greedy kisses with fingers gripped in the front of his shirt. She flutters hotly around his cock with a whimper and a curse. He groans against her mouth when he comes. Zahra drinks down the noise with a grin on her lips.

 Geralt stays put for more than a year. It’s good.

 The Path still calls, and he still follows, but she finds she’s able to let go of the fear. It’s no longer a question of ‘if’ but ‘when’ in terms of Geralt’s return. And if he knows it’s going to be a long journey, or if the mood simply strikes him, he writes -

 I miss you.

 I love you.

 Sometimes no more than a line, sometimes full paragraphs – even pages –  but he always tells her when he plans to return. When he’ll be home.

 It’s nearly spring next time he rides back in, market day in full swing as he passes through the township gate with Roach at his side. Vendors call their wares, families and merchants wander the stalls as he peers out from the shadow of his cloak. He finds the trail of Zahra’s scent past the cloying smell of cut flowers and rounds to corner to find her chatting with the butcher’s daughter.

 The younger woman catches his gaze. Geralt watches the girl grin and give his woman – his woman – a nudge, nodding in his direction. Zahra is already smiling when she turns, and the Witcher has the pleasure of watching her face flash from surprise to joy in the space of a heartbeat. She moves to him, a walk that becomes a jog, and then a final sprint that launches her into his arms. He curls his free arm tight around her waist. Immediately, he has his face pressed to her hair. Zahra’s laughter rings softly in his ears when she draws back, just enough to look up into his face.

 At her throat, the polished wolf’s tooth is bright against her brown skin. “Welcome home, my love,” she murmurs.

 The greeting settles warm over him like the sunlight. Geralt pulls her close again, kissing her in full view of half the town. She shivers sweetly in his arms and pulls her fingers through his hair. He hears a wolf-whistle, and a smattering of applause that makes Zahra giggle against his mouth.

 “People are staring,” she teases softly.

 He smirks. “Let them,” he tells her before kissing her once more. She tastes of clover honey.

 She smells of sunshine.

 She feels like home.

[franeridart]

Anon said: Um so hello, I’m just here to say keep up the awesome work, I love your kiribaku art and it’s adorable and I go on binges through your blog (omg I sound so creepy I’m sorry I just love ur art so much) and it makes my day so yeah please keep drawing!

Ahhhhh you don’t sound creepy at all, don’t worry!!!!! Thank you so much for liking my stuff that much!!!!!!! <3<3

Anon said: May ask what kiri///mina would look like in your style? You don't have to draw it if you don't like the ship.

Gosh sorry but I really really don’t ship it!

Anon said: you know how I miss?? your OCs!!! they're the cutest!!

AWE thank you so much!!!!!!! I have a few comics planned for them, hope I’ll manage getting to them soon enough!!! (oT^T)9<3

Anon said: This is so sappy but some of your kiribaku posts really make me really appreciate long relationships! I’ve always found pining and crushes the cutest bc it’s full of intense feelings, but you portray being in love and accepting each other so well!! it’s amazing how you show characters interacting with each other and being so comfortable instead of worrying about hiding part of themselves and long story short I love your art and ideas so much

This ask!!!!!!!!! means the universe!!!!!!!!!! to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so glad I can manage portraying love in such a way, I’m so in love with the idea of open, accepting love, andI try seriously hard to make it look healthy in my comics so!!!!!!! thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no clue how many times I’ve reread this ask I’m not even exaggerating TT^TT <3

Anon said: I just want to start off by saying you’re my favourite blog on tumblr, your art is incredibly adorable and always makes my day!! I was just wondering how you were able to create your own unique art style? It’s something I’ve been struggling with a lot lately with my own art. Any advice is appreciated, thanks for everything you do!!

I think it’s about finding the right spot between what feels comfortable for you and the end you’re using your art for? In my case what’s comfortable is something fun and smooth, and the main end has always been to be able to draw comics - I’ve always liked comics because I like writing and I like drawing, but my attention span was too short to manage finishing them, and the way I had of drawing was too stiff to properly convey emotions the way I wanted to, which made drawing comics sound like an impossible dream haha I fixed it by simplifying my style, by taking away or reducing to the bare minimum everything that took me ages to work out/draw and pushing my expressions and body language to extremes to make up for the lack of details. 

That’s just my experience with it, though! The best advice I can give you is to sit back and look at your current way of drawing from an objective perspective - do you enjoy it? Is the process of drawing something you’re comfortable with? What’s uncomfortable in it for you, and in which ways could you change it to make it comfortable and fun? Does your current art style allow you to do what you want to do with your art? If you want to paint, does it allow you to paint in an easy and fun way? If you want to make comics, does it allow you the range to properly portray a character moving and living without making you wish you’d never started drawing halfway through it? 

Imho the first step to find a style that’s your own and feels right is to find a style that’s fun to use and doesn’t stress you to hell and back every time you pick up your pencil. This is easier to do the more things you attempt, so for a bit being inconsistent in style is a good and normal thing - try things out! The best one for you will definitely stick in the end. And if you already feel comfortable with the way you have of drawing, then hell! You already have a style that works for you! Just because to you it doesn’t look unique and special it doesn’t mean that it isn’t - if you asked me to point out what makes my style unique I wouldn’t be able to tell you either, the way I see it my style is the most uninteresting and common-looking style out there. To be honest with you that’s probably just how it is for every artist out there hahaha

Anon said: Hi!! I love your art and just want you to know I always get a big, stupid smile on my face whenever I see you cross my feed, whether it’s something new or a reblog of an old post. Everything you do is just amazing and I love it

AHHHHHHH Thank you so so much!!!!!!!!! (TT^TT)<3<3<3

Anon said: Hey Fran! First off, thank you for the Fire Force art. I remembered to actually check it out, after seeing it lol. Second, I still can't find your Fatgum 😭😭 the link didn't give any, and searching on your page didn't help either. I WILL FIND IT ONE DAY

I think it’s a problem of the app orz I can see him just find from desktop but the app can’t find him either T-T stupid app!

Anon said: Do you have a mini Bakugou and Kirishima living in your head? Are they just living their lives up in your brain and that causes your hand to to write and draw the most perfect and accurate things? Of course mini Kaminari, Sero, Mina, Jirou, etc. also come to visit your head hole from time to time and just chill with mini Baku and Kiri. That’s the only logical explanation on how all your Bakushima content is so inconceivably spot on

That’s such a kind thing of you to say, anon!!!!!! I’m glad you find them that IC!!!!!! I try my best, but sometimes I admit I just have them do and say stuff I’ve done and said myself, the only difference is that I word things in a way that feels right for their usual way of talking hahaha

Anon said: I personally would love to read your essay on why bakugo is the best character ever because I really really really want to love him that much but i feel like there's something that I'm just not getting about him- there's something I'm missing about his personality (keeping in mind that i kinda left the manga after the whole mirio/8 precepts arc). I've always found bakugo compelling and would love love love to read your take on him! Hope you have a great day!

Bakugou has had some amazing character development scenes after the overhaul arc!!!!! He’s outright shown he understands where he was lacking and where he was wrong, that he’s perfectly capable of working in a team and letting people help him and helping them in return, that he cares about his class and how the rest of the world sees them! (and that he worries/cares about how the world sees him too, actually, that broke my heart a bit ;; ) We haven’t seen him in a hot minute by now, but most of anything before the current arc has had him improve and develop and become even better than he already was -  I’ve always thought him a good guy with just a lot of troubles relating to the world around him due the way he has been brought up as special and different (it creates a drift between yourself and the rest of the world when everyone around you keeps treating you as if you were other - when you tell a kid he’s different and better for his whole life he’s bound to grow up believing it, after all), but if the problem you have with him is that he isn’t showing the good in himself plainly and obviously enough, then the arcs after the overhaul one are gonna help you like him better, definitely

Well, the thing about Bakugou is that he’s not a plain/obvious character, so you need to think about his actions and his words a bit more, and can’t just take him at face value - it’s what I like about him, actually! How much you need to think about him to figure him out on a deeper level than just the surface one. Since I dunno why you like him and why you feel something’s missing, I can’t tell you specifically what it is in the way I see him that completes him for me, but as I said I try to keep him as IC as I can so probably reading my comics about him might help you understand the way I see him. To me Bakugou’s honest, and kind, and loving, but he’s also arrogant, and angry, and used to taking some things for granted, and I like how all those things work with and against each other in his character. He’s at the same time incredibly proud and absurdly insecure, and I like that about him too - where each comes from and where and how they clash, I like the complexity it gives him. I like that he’s a people person in the sense that he likes having people around himself, and I like that at the same time UA is the first time he’s had actual, honest to god best friends, and how that means that he’s gonna be awkward when usually he’s so sure and proud simply because he isn’t used to having people he actually specifically cares for, I very much like that about him. I like that he overthinks everything he doesn’t immediately gets, I like that he still acts on instincts more often than not, I like that somehow with him those two aren’t mutually exclusive. I like that he’s smart and still so damn dumb, I like that he’s just as simple-minded as he is an actually labyrinth in thought process, I like how one-track minded he is even on the most silly things - how once he sets his eyes on a goal he goes for it like his life depends on it. I like that he’s barsh and rude and impulsive in what he says and does, but when he fucks up he knows he fucked up, and he backstracks, and he does his best to make amends. I like that he sits in stupid ways and has the worst posture in the class and then he wears his hero costume and suddenly he’s a model on the catwalk, that’s so damn endearing to me. I like how ridiculously hyperbolic he is and how he just assumes people will get it, get what he actually means, like there’s a point between his brain and his mouth were things get blown out of proportion and he doesn’t even realize it. There’s just so many things to love about him, for me!! 

But most importantly I like that he started as low as he could get and that because of it his plot is a one way towards the summit. I like it. I like watching a character grow and every new chapter become a better version of themselves, I love it. Ultimately that’s probably why he’s my favorite, after all haha

Anon said: Hi, this isn’t a question but I just wanted to say how much I love your art and the way you clearly appreciate Bakugou as a character. So many of my friends hate him, but I think he has a lot of depth and so much potential. Your art always makes me smile! Thanks for doing what you do. :)

THANK YOU and thank you for liking the boy too!!!!!!! He deserves it, he absolutely does deserve it!!!!!!! <3<3<3

Anon said: I just went digging in the archives of my blog (which is.. a mess) and found some old art of yours (like... I'm talking bokuto and kuroo level old) and g o s h. I already loved your art so much then and I still do n hhhhhhhh u go. U great.

Gosh you’ve been around a long time then!!!!! Thank you so much for sticking with me all this time!!!! ✨o(TT0TT)o✨

[vuure]

Embrace your past and get to know your friends’ fandom origins!

Rules: Post gifs of your fandoms / ships starting with your most current hyperfixation and work backwards. (Bonus points if you share any stories about how or when you got into that ship! But not necessary!!) Then tag anyone whose fandom history you’d like to learn about!

 @ilackallhonour​ has tagged me in this, and usually I’m really bad at actually joining in, but this one really got me thinking back on all my old fandoms and hyperfixations. I didn’t really do shipping until a few years ago, might have something to do with my recently discovered ace-ness :’)

I always had fantasies that I was part of the world of that particular hyperfixation at time. Of course very heroic and awesome, and very close to my favorite character. Alas, real life is disappointing in that regard.

Merlin/Arthur, I never watched the show when it first came out. Mostly because I can be a bit stubborn and when a lot of people keep telling me that I should totally watch something because I will love it, I refuse to watch it. Don’t know why I’m like that. Turned out, I totally did love it, and binged it like crazy. Also shipped Arthur/Merlin like crazy. Was really disappointed in the ending, and thus, turned to fic. For me, when I’m really obsessed with a show or book I just cannot let go and will read fic until eventually my fixation dies out.

The Umbrella Academy, I don’t really ship anyone, except maybe bromances, and their sibling relationships (Five and Vanya <3 Klaus and Diego <3<3). Man, I love this show, I binged it when it first came out, immediately watched again, got other people to watch it, and watched it again so I could talk to them about it some more. Of course turned to fic, but got a bit eww-ed out, because there was a lot of shipping going on and I didn’t dig it (too each their own, though).

Black Sails, uuuugh I can’t with this show. @Ilackallhonour actually got me curious about it because all the stuff she posted and reblogged. And damn, was it a life changer. I’ve always had a bit of a weird obsession with ships and that time period, but more from Dutch, and VOC perspective. Still, the setting immediately hooked me in, but I really stayed for the story, the characters…Silver. Oh damn. And Silver/Flint, oh double damn.

Sterek. Really, I can’t even say I liked Teen Wolf that much, although I did enjoy the first few seasons. But I stayed for every glimpse of Sterek I could catch. The first time Derek shoved Stiles into the wall I was screaming at my TV, NO WAY there are no people shipping that. Dude, that’s so canon it hurts! But well, the show turned into a big dumpster fire, and I found the online fandom. Got an AO3 account just so I could bookmark and comment and give out kudos so my favorite Sterek fic. And there are tons of fics. I can admit it, I was an addict. I can’t go on AO3 without drowning back in fandom hell, so I keep off it. Really, it was a problem. I was reading fic ALLLL the time. When I should’ve been working, sleeping, socializing, etc. Followed so many Sterek blogs on Tumblr, but wanted my sanity back so unfollowed them all. Sorry @andavs​, I still love your blog, and your art, and your fics sooooo much, but it was too big of a problem *sigh*

Harry Potter, of course. My favorite character was Fred, and got very upset when people tried to convince me he was exactly the same as George. NO HE ISN’T! He’s the idea guy!! Lol. It’s been a while since I’ve read the books, and not sure how much of that is true anymore. Back then I didn’t really do shipping, but now I’m a Drarry shipper, haha. The fics are just so goooood.

Gilmore Girls, duuuude. This show shaped my life. Every time I’m one a re-watch I’m like…oh thát’s where I got that from! I copied character traits and sense of humor and stuff into my own personality. Didn’t like the new episodes much, but that won’t destroy my love for the Gilmores.

Veronica Mars, same as with Gilmore Girls really. Huge impact on my life. Love the snarkiness, and yeah did have some ships in there. Actually did like the new season (though I hated the movie), but they did LoVe dirty man.

I should put Supernatural in this list too, although I feel like I abandoned the show and am not a true fan. I was obsessed with it for so long though. Those first seasons were so great, I loved the relationship between Dean and Sam (in a platonic, totally brotherly way because I do not like incest-y things) and the normal everyday hunting things part of the show. But than all the demons and angels en Gods came and I got a bit tired of the endless cycle of dying and being brought back to life, evil turned to good turned to evil turned to good thing. I’m of the opinion that shows should have an end. Just like three or four seasons, tops. Just finish it with a good, solid ending. Don’t drag it along until it dies an ugly death.

And now unto some total different things, that shaped my childhood. Hard to find a GIF for these books, but what is fandom without some cool art ^_^

 Tomorrow when the war began, by John Marsden. I was obsessed with these books, and read them over and over again, even now I’m not tired of them and could get lost in them before I finished the first page.

Wheel of Time, Robert Jordan. This series really got me into the fantasy genre back then. I had no idea of any of the fantasy cliché’s, or Arthur legends yet, so I wasn’t tired yet of all the same old tropes. I find it a lot harder now to read them, but back then I saved money to be able to buy them as soon as a new one came out, and re-read the entire series up till that point before I read the new one.

Cats the (broadway) musical. Me and my little sister watched the movie version of this show over and over again, every time focused on a different cat. We knew all the lyrics, we knew all the cats. We knew every little thing there was of them to know. We named our black cat (we ..I demanded a black cat) Misty, for Mistyfollees (she’s a girl you see, so we couldn’t name her Mistofollees). I even wrote some fic for it, haha.

(note: I tried really hard to find another GIF but there’s none) Elfquest, oooh Elfquest. This was my truest and biggest obsession, I think. I created my own elf characters, joined online RPG forums to write stories about our own characters, met up with other fans, dressed like a favorite character. A lot of the friends I have now, I met at those forums. I’m still low-key trying to collect the better-looking English paperbacks of the series, but am in no hurry to finish it, and don’t really read them anymore anyway. And my ship? Skywise/anyone, haha. I love Skywise so damn much. And his and Cutter’s relationship is everything (who’s Leetah? Fuck Leetah).

Tagging @stormnyk​ @andavs​  (I tagged you already anyway, sorry ;p) @imperfectimpostor96​

[unpredictably-raichu]

An ask blog needs asks to generate content but can't do that without asks... so how would a new (or recently revived) ask blog get the people's attention?

Oh, oh, yes! Advice time! :D I’ve been in the ask community for a little while now, so here are some things I’ve gathered over time for when you’re getting started (I’ll be assuming yours is a Pokémon ask blog, since you’re asking this to one).

Keep in mind this is long af and a bit detailed (though it’s only the first part that is long). If you’re interested in a in-detail guide, click ‘read more’ (which I would be very thankful for, I wrote all this shit for you after all, fam).

Here’s a little summarized version as a TL;DR for everyone else:

#1: keep your blog clean. If it’s about Pokémon, it’s about Pokémon; if it’s about Sonic, it’s about Sonic; if it’s about trees, it’s about goddamn trees, so no rebloging random puppy pictures or funny videos here, leave that for your personal blog, not your ask blog. Also try to keep all the out of character crap to a minimum.

#2: Have reference pages for your characters available. That’s actually a minimum requirement. An ask hints page would be useful too, but that’s optional.

#3: Have a tagging system to make everything easier to navigate.

#4 [OPTIONAL]: Give your blog a theme. Make it pretty, make it yours, and for the love of God, deactivate the god damn infinite scrolling.

#5: Tags are your friends. Tag your first post with “signal boost”, “first post”, and/or “intro post”. Tag every Pokémon that appears in your posts, including that one barely visible Caterpie in the background. Tag all your posts as “Pokémon ask blog” or “Pokeaskblog”. Tag. Tag everything. Tags are your friends if you want to be seen. Tags. Tags are. Your. Friends.

#6: Interact with other blogs. Like crazy. You are sure to be noticed when you’re freaking everywhere. Don’t forget to be nice tho. And don’t bully or harass people, for fuck’s sake.

#7: Take a chair, sit over there, get comfortable and be Patient. Like really freaking patient. Wait for months if necessary, but asks will come eventually.

#8: Have fun. That’s the whole point. Talk to people, make some shitposts, engage in silliness, and draw those magical pocket monsters that can shoot lasers out of their asses and we all love. It’s fun.

And that’s it. There’s not much else I can say, so I hope this is helpful! :D

Here’s the detailed thing:

Step #1: Organize your blog

It doesn’t seem like something that important, but believe me, it really is. Nothing turns me away from a blog faster than it being messy af and full of random, unrelated stuff. In order to keep your blog all tidy and pretty you can:

a) Refrain from reblogging anything unrelated. (If your blog is a sideblog, skip this one): You can reblog that video of that one adorable otter in your personal blog, but if your ask blog is about, say, Pokémon, don’t reblog anything that isn’t Pokémon related. If you want to go even further than that, only reblog things that are directly related to your blog, like mentions, fanart, or rp responses, instead of some random Squirtle GIF.

b) Have info pages/references of your characters available: By this I mean having specific pages containing information about your characters, including a visual reference, if possible. Reference pages are very important, since they allow people to quickly get to know a character and make interaction easier. They can contain information as simple and basic as their name, species, moves, etc. to more elaborated things, like occupation (if they have one), personality, or a brief summary of their past story/origin (unless you want that to be revealed as the story progresses in your blog or through an ask).

If you don’t know how to make a page, >here’s an easy tutorial.

      b.2) Having an “ask hints” helps a lot when trying to receive asks, since it’ll help people who want to interact but aren’t sure of what they should ask. You can have general hints or individual hints for all the characters.

c) Have a tagging system: Having your posts clearly labeled makes it a lot easier for anyone who wanters through your blog to find the specific content they’re looking for. Here are three basic tags that make your blog easier to look through:

#OOC: “out of character”, for everything happening, well, out of character. Maybe an announcement, a shitpost, a question directed a the mod, etc. Try to keep ooc things to a minimum.

#IC: “In character”, exactly what it says on the tin. Use this for answered asks towards the characters, plot posts, rp interactions and responses, ect.

#[Character’ name]: Tag the characters that appear in a post, for anyone who wants to look through asks with one specific character in them.

Tags help a lot for getting your blog noticed. We will talk more about this ahead.

d) [OPTIONAL] Have a nice theme: This isn’t obligatory, but giving your blog a theme will make it look better and more ‘professional’. Here are some blogs that give really good, free themes/codes for Tumblr:

https://glenthemes.tumblr.com/

https://yukoki.tumblr.com/

https://zuvia.tumblr.com/thms

https://strawberryjeon.tumblr.com/tagged/themes

https://felinum.tumblr.com/tagged/theme

http://hellolittlered.org/themes/type/tumblr/

https://magnusthemes.tumblr.com/mythemes

http://dianthus-s.tumblr.com/themes

https://raiidens.tumblr.com/tagged/themesbyraiidens

https://yeolithm.com/portfolio

These are just some, but there are many, many others out there. Look for a theme that fits your tastes or your blog’s atmosphere, and customize it! You can even use this blog’s theme! However, make sure to not use overly saturated colors that make it painful to look at, it- kind of defeats the point. You can Google ‘color palletes’ if you need help with that.

NOTE: If you don’t know how to install a Tumblr theme, >here’s a simple tutorial

NOTE#2: Sometimes Tumblr might not let you install a specific theme and shows you an error message that says that it can’t be installed because it is “making a reference to non- https directions” or something like that, which didn’t use to happen before. >Here’s a tutorial on how to fix it, it’s quite simple, actually.

NOTE#3: For an ask/rp blog, I recommend a theme with one column, and that shows tags and captions, like the one in this blog.

If you’ve got any question about installing or customizing a theme, you can ask me, and I’ll see how I can help!

Step #2: Tags help you to be found

Be sure to use tags in your favor. Here are some things that have helped me a lot:

a) If you’re starting a Pokémon blog, tag every Pokémon that appears in your posts; that way, people looking through the tag of that specific Pokémon will be able to see your posts.

b) Again, if it’s a Pokémon blog, tag your posts as “Pokémon ask blog” or “Pokeaskblog” (or both), people looking for pokeaskblogs to follow usually look though these tags regularly.

c) Tag your first post/posts or intro as “Signal boost” and “First post”. There are blogs in the Pokémon community that look for posts tagged like this and reblog them to give them a ‘boost’, which helps a lot when you want to be seen. I’m not sure how many of these are still active, though, but you won’t lose anything from trying.

Step #3: Interact with other blogs like a madman

Send lots of asks! Interact with other blogs! Follow even more blogs! Send fanart and nice messages! Reblog/Like those posts of people looking for new blogs to follow! Some people will find you through someone else’s answered ask, some people will notice you’re following and will check you out, some people will see you in a like or a reblog, and overall there are higher chances of being seen when you are everywhere and interact with everyone (also, it’s really fun to just interact with other nice people over here).

Just make sure to be nice.

Step #4: Be patient. P a t i e n t. I’m serious.

If you think you’ll get lots of followers in a matter of a couple days then start forgetting about it. It took me two weeks to get my first ask at asktheweirdpichu, and a week and a half to get one here. And they were both spam. I cried. Two years later (holy heck has it really been that long?) I’ve got so many asks accumulated that I’m starting to think I should just fake my death and end my suffering (I’m joking, I love every single ask I get and get excited every time I get a new one).

It will take a while, but you’ll see that after enough time you’ll get noticed more and more, so don’t give up, you’ll get there.

Step #5: Don’t forget to have fun.

Make some friends, have some silly interactions, make some shitposts at 3 am, draw someone’s character and watch them shoot effusive love at you, enjoy your favorite blogs. That’s what all this is about.

And that is all! I hope it was useful! :D

[artificialqueens]

After The Glitter Fades - Chapter One - Shalaska (Citrus)

A/N: literally nobody asked me to continue my Gold Dust Woman fic, but i wanted to, so i did. as usual, this was up on AO3 before the queue was posted, so follow me there at artificialcitrus if you want fresh new content ahead of the AQ queue! my AO3 also includes chapter titles and special notes, so you’re missing out a little if you don’t read it over there too! enjoy the first installment of this new series, and please reblog or comment if you enjoyed it, as well as sending asks to me @aqcitrus!

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Has anyone ever written anything for you?

In your darkest sorrow, did you ever hear me sing?

Listen to me now, you know I’d rather be alone

Than be without you, don’t you know?

So, if not for me, then do it for yourself

If not for me then do it for the world

Poet priest of nothing, poet priest of nothing

As soon as Alaska finished singing, Sharon motioned for her to set her guitar aside. Shooting her girlfriend a look of confusion, she obeyed nonetheless, and was subsequently presented with a lapful of Sharon Needles. The brunette’s lips lingered against her cheek, her hands weaving in Alaska’s hair before she moved to hug her tight.

“That was so fucking beautiful, baby,” she whispered, and Alaska could tell from the rasp in her voice that she was trying not to cry. She hugged back, kissing Sharon’s shoulder and smiling against her skin.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Are you kidding me?” Sharon exclaimed as she pulled back. “I fucking loved it. Goddess, you’re so talented, it blows my fucking mind.” The witch tended to swear more when she was impassioned, and right now was no exception; Alaska laughed a little at the expletives that fell from her girlfriend’s lips like sparks and ash.

It had been a month since their first “I love you”s on the beach, and the heat of summer was beginning to fade and yield to the sunny chill of autumn. Sharon had been restless throughout the past week, worrying over the plans for a Sabbat celebration with the coven, and though Alaska had no idea what any of it meant, she wanted to try her best to help. That was why they were currently seated on the floor of Sharon’s apartment; Alaska had brought her guitar over and insisted that she had something to ease her girlfriend’s stress. Judging by the way Sharon was currently relaxed in her lap, it had worked, and Alaska was proud of herself for helping even a tiny bit.

“Hey, Noodles?” she mumbled. Sharon flushed at the nickname, something Alaska had taken up calling her recently, but nodded as a sign for her girlfriend to continue. “Can you… Can you tell me what this whole Sabbat thing is about?” Sharon clambered out of her girlfriend’s lap and sat cross-legged on the floor across from her, reaching over to grab a book from a pile next to her. She flipped through it quickly, finding the page she needed almost immediately and showing an illustration of a golden-red tree to Alaska.

“Okay, so most people would call this the Autumn Equinox, right? When the Earth’s turned another quarter.” Alaska nodded. “Right, so we witches refer to this as Mabon, and it’s a celebration of life and the harvest. Remember in August when the coven had a celebration for Lughnasadh and I told you it was the beginning of the harvest season?”

“Mm-hmm. I still can’t understand why it’s pronounced like that, by the way.”

Sharon laughed. “It’s Gaelic, darling. Nothing makes sense in Gaelic. Anyway, Mabon is the culmination of the harvest, and sometimes it’s referred to as the last Sabbit in the witches’ year. Does that make sense?”

“I guess so,” Alaska said quietly. “I, um… Would you ever mind, like, teaching me more about this stuff?”

“The seasons?” Sharon asked. Her girlfriend shook her head, fidgeting with the necklace she was wearing– a clear quartz crystal from Sharon’s store.

“Like… everything. Witch stuff.”

“You wanna be a witch?” Alaska blushed at the look of surprise on Sharon’s face, causing the witch to backtrack. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound so weird. I’m just a little surprised, I guess. You didn’t seem to be that interested in it before, that’s all.”

“I’m just scared I’ll be bad at it,” the blonde said in a tiny voice, almost a whisper. Sharon chuckled, taking Alaska’s hands in her own.

“Everyone has a different approach to the craft,” she assured her. “Don’t worry about getting things wrong, it’s gonna happen whether you worry about it or not. But if you really want my help…”

Alaska nodded earnestly, dark brown eyes looking up into bright blue. “I really do. I wanna give this a try.”

“Then I’m more than happy to help you, baby,” Sharon smiled, leaning over to give her a peck on the lips. “We can start with the most basic concept: what magick even is. That sound good to you?”

“Yes, please!” Alaska agreed excitedly, wiggling a little from her seated position. Sharon stood up and walked over to her bookshelf, scouring the shelves with a well-trained eye and selecting the book she wanted once she’d located it. Plopping back down in front of her girlfriend, she opened up the worn leather tome and began reading.

“ Magick is everywhere. It is in everything you see, everything you hear, everything you touch and taste and smell. More importantly, it is in the things that are invisible to these senses; magick is not just a tangible sensation, but an energy. It is the energy that surrounds you every minute of every day, since the moment your spirit bloomed into life, and with practice and effort, your own personal magick can be strengthened and manipulated to help you navigate the world. ”

“Wow…” Alaska said softly. Sharon chuckled.

“Yeah, Mom was always good at explaining difficult things really easily,” she reminisced. Alaska’s eyes widened slightly.

“Your mom wrote that?”

“Mhm. This is what eventually turned into her first book. You’re looking at the handwritten manuscript, unedited.” Her fingers brushed against the pages almost wistfully, feeling the worn paper under her fingertips and the indents where her mother’s pen had pressed into the pages. Alaska looked impressed, her eyes scanning the leather cover that Sharon had watched her mother attach by hand as a child.

“That’s… amazing,” Alaska breathed. Sharon looked up at her with a gentle smile.

“She was an amazing woman. I wouldn’t be the witch I am without her.” She cleared her throat, carefully blinking back the tears that clouded her eyes at the memories flying through her head. “Do you want me to go on, baby?”

Alaska nodded. “How’d you know I’d been exposed to magick before?”

“Hm?”

“Like, when we first met. It was the first thing you said to me. That I’d been exposed to magick, and that I had some kind of spell on me.”

Sharon nodded as she flipped through the pages of another, heavier book, adding bookmarks every so often. “A luck spell,” she said. “Mom taught me how to see auras when I was really young, but I never really got the hang of it. Not like Raja or Katya, anyway. But magick is easy to spot if you know where to look.”

“What does it look like?” Alaska asked curiously, scooting closer to her girlfriend and forcing Sharon to put her book down and regard her pensively.

“Depends on the type of magick. Your luck spell was golden red, like a very faint glow. It’s faded by now, I can’t detect it anymore. But you’ve also been glowing since you mentioned wanting to give witchcraft a try.”

“What, like, literally?” Alaska asked, incredulous. She definitely couldn’t see whatever Sharon was talking about, but her girlfriend laughed.

“Yeah, literally. White, kinda shimmery. At your solar plexus.” She reached out a hand and pressed her fingers lightly against the center of Alaska’s chest just below her breasts, where her sternum stopped. “Right here.” Alaska looked down, disappointed when she didn’t see anything other than her baby pink tank top. Sharon’s fingers withdrew slowly, and she seemed to break out of a trance as she looked back up at Alaska with a grin. “The solar plexus is where your personal power tends to come from. I’m looking at some serious magickal power, baby. You must have a witch in your family.”

Alaska snorted. “Yeah, right. You’re just messing with me.” Sharon shook her head.

“Not at all. It feels like…” she closed her eyes, breathing deeply as her fingers pressed against the same spot on Alaska’s body again. “Your own magick is strong, but there’s something else there. It doesn’t belong to you, it’s… older. Passed down through blood.” She opened her eyes again and Alaska felt like her girlfriend was staring right through her. “Someone in your family is a witch, there’s no doubt about that.”

The words hit Alaska like a freight train; a witch, in her family? It seemed unlikely at best, but if she knew anything about Sharon’s abilities by now, she knew to trust them. She just wished there was an easier way to figure out who in her family was a witch without freaking anyone out; she couldn’t exactly call her mother and say “Hey, mom, I know it’s been a while since I called but I was wondering if anyone in our family practiced witchcraft?” or something like that.

“Does that mean I’m a witch?” Alaska asked softly, still trying to process everything. Sharon threw back her head in laughter, squeezing Alaska’s hands in her own.

“Oh my gods, you’re adorable! It’s not a label you earn, it’s a label you make for yourself. Anyone who practices magick is a witch. And you already make my life pretty damn magickal, baby.”

Alaska giggled at the corny profession of love, but leaned across to kiss Sharon anyway. “You’re so stupid.”

“I won’t argue with that,” Sharon laughed before connecting their lips.

A thousand years could pass and Sharon would never tire of kissing Alaska; every kiss felt like their first, and every touch set her body alight with passion and love. Alaska moved closer, pulling Sharon into her lap once more and letting her straddle her hips as her fingers played with the witch’s dark curls. For once, neither of them were wearing any lip products during the day, allowing Alaska to bask in the softness of Sharon’s lips without the worry of smeared lipstick all over the both of them. It allowed the kiss to be messier and deeper, and Alaska felt Sharon relaxing into her arms as she lost herself in the kiss and let Alaska’s lips soothe all of her stress away.

When they broke apart, Sharon stood up, pulling Alaska with her and holding her close. All was still as Sharon’s arms wrapped around Alaska’s waist and she laid her head against her girlfriend’s chest, feeling relaxed and safe in her embrace. Alaska held Sharon close, as if letting go would allow the witch to slip away from her, breathing in her scent.

Without warning, Alaska felt Sharon’s skin growing warmer, and made a soft noise of surprise when she opened her eyes to see her girlfriend radiating pale pink energy tinged with white. The glow slowly spread from the middle of Sharon’s chest to encompass Alaska as well, until the both of them were surrounded by warmth and rosy light. Alaska felt her heart swell inexplicably and pulled Sharon tighter against her, kissing the top of her head.

“Baby?” she whispered.

“Mm?” Sharon hummed, sounding blissful.

Alaska’s hand stroked down her girlfriend’s spine slowly, soothingly. “What are you doing?”

“Hm?” Sharon looked up at her, blushing deeply as the rose-colored glow began to fade. “Oh. Um. Just a little spell.”

“What for?”

Sharon bit her lip as she tried to figure out a way to answer. “Um… Channeling this feeling into magickal energy, I guess.” Alaska smiled, brushing a stray curl from Sharon’s blushing cheek.

“What feeling, baby?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, just… Holding you, quietly. It feels like, uh, where I’m meant to be,” she confessed nervously, and Alaska pressed her lips against Sharon’s forehead, feeling the smaller woman relax against her.

“Me too, Noodles,” she replied softly, “I’ve always felt like that.”

Sharon looked up at her with a small smile. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Alaska confirmed, giving Sharon’s left hip a squeeze. “Ever since the first time you kissed me, at the ren faire. It felt like I’d been waiting my whole life to be kissed by you.”

“You’re so fuckin’ poetic,” Sharon mumbled, her cheeks turning pink.

Alaska laughed. “That’s what you get for dating a songwriter, babydoll.”

“Oh,” Sharon said softly, blushing crimson now, “I like that one.”

“Babydoll?” A nod. “You’re adorable. I really struggle to believe that girls aren’t throwing themselves at your feet every minute of the day.”

“Even if they were, I wouldn’t want anyone but you,” Sharon admitted quietly, her voice barely a whisper. Alaska kissed her lips tenderly, cupping her cheek with one hand and holding her waist with the other.

“You’re so much softer than I thought you were,” she teased, giving Sharon a peck on the nose. She wrinkled it with a playful smile.

“If you tell a single soul, I’ll turn you into a frog,” she threatened. “And I mean it.” Alaska just giggled at the empty threat and kissed her girlfriend again, feeling like everything was how it was supposed to be.

-

“So, you have a witch in your family?” Jinkx asked as the coven set up for their Mabon celebration. She was currently slicing apples, both as an offering for the various deities that the coven members worshiped, and also as a snack for later. Alaska nodded as she watched Sharon dig through a box of candles, searching for the right ones.

“I have no idea who it is, and honestly I’m kinda scared to ask,” she admitted.

Jinkx laughed, and Alaska marvelled over the fact that both she and Sharon really did cackle like the witches in movies. “Fair enough. I’m glad you decided to come along. We’re happy to have you.”

“We don’t really let outsiders participate in rituals, but if you’re interested in learning, we can dictate our actions and why we’re doing them,” Raja said kindly as she and Katya entered the kitchen to set down several bottles of wine.

“I don’t want you to go out of your way…” Alaska trailed off, but Katya shrugged.

“Sometimes even we need a reminder.” She grinned at Alaska, laying on a thick Russian accent. “We are not all good with memory, da?” Alaska giggled and Katya bumped her hip against Alaska’s own as she left the kitchen to help with something else, tossing a flirty wink at Alaska. In another life, if she hadn’t been so in love with Sharon, Alaska would have probably fallen for someone like Katya; all things considered, she was happy to be getting to know her better.

“Jinkx, where the fuck are all the Mabon candles we made last year?” Sharon called from the other room. Jinkx sighed, rolling her eyes.

“They’re already out, idiot, I told you where they were!” she shouted back.

Alaska heard Max’s soft voice from the other room; “They’re right here, Sharon, don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t worried, ” Sharon grumbled, forcing Alaska to stifle her giggle in the hope that her girlfriend didn’t hear it.

Once everything was ready in the kitchen, Alaska helped Jinkx bring out the food and drinks that were necessary for the ritual, leaving everything else where it was. Sharon set two stemmed glasses in front of each participant, with the exception of Jinkx and Raja, and Alaska watched as each witch poured wine into their own glass before pouring a little into the second as well.

“Demeter, Earth-Mother, goddess of agriculture and the harvest, we give you this offering as thanks for your blessing,” Pearl said, placing one of her glasses on the altar in the center of the room, and putting an apple beside it. She knelt for a moment, murmuring a prayer before standing and rejoining her coven. Max stepped up next, carrying a glass of wine and a pomegranate.

“Persephone, Pure One, goddess queen of the underworld, we give you this offering and libation and ask you to join in our celebration.” She placed the wine and the fruit on the altar next to Pearl’s offering, and returned to the group. Katya dedicated her “libation” to Isis and Osiris, and Sharon offered wine to Hecate, lighting a red candle on the altar for the goddess.

The four Dianic witches held hands in a small circle while Jinkx and Raja lit more candles on the altar. Jinkx placed a small quartz crystal on top of it, and Raja sprinkled a little of what appeared to be ash over the altar. The Dianic witches disbanded after finishing their short prayer, and Jinkx put on some music. Alaska grinned from the corner, recognizing the voice of Florence Welch and singing along quietly as the witches set a nearby table with food and drinks. Sharon held out her hand for Alaska, twirling her under her arm before wrapping it around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss on the cheek, making the blonde giggle.

“You’re in a good mood, huh?” she grinned.

Sharon shrugged, rocking from side to side in time with the music. “I guess so, yeah. I love celebrating the Sabbats with my sisters, it’s so much better than doing it alone.”

“Sharon, d’you want red or white?” Raja asked as she poured drinks.

“Red for me, white for Lasky,” she answered, and her girlfriend beamed.

“You remembered!”

“Of course I did,” Sharon grinned, handing Alaska a glass. “I actually do pay attention to you, y’know.”

Raja was struggling with the cork of one of the wine bottles, and after passing it around, no one could seem to pry it out, not even with a corkscrew. Alaska held out her hands, asking if she could give it a try, and the other witches shrugged and let her, figuring that the petite girl wouldn’t be able to do much.

Alaska pulled the cork out with a grunt, biceps flexing against her t-shirt, and Sharon’s jaw hit the floor.

“That… was so hot,” she admitted as her girlfriend handed the bottle off to a stunned Raja. Alaska blushed.

“You all loosened it for me, it’s not a big deal.”

“Nah, seriously, that was hot,” Pearl agreed, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

“C’mon, Alaska, flex for us!” Katya crowed, causing Alaska to blush deeper. She flexed proudly, showing off months of work that equated to rippling biceps, and Sharon pretended to faint.

“Damn, Lasky, do you have a permit for those guns?” Jinkx teased, poking at her tummy. “Oh, wow, you have rock-solid abs, too.” Alaska lowered her arms with a small smile, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“I worked for ‘em,” she said honestly. “I wanted to be strong, so I worked my ass off to get there.”

Katya grinned, giving her a fist bump. “I get it, girl. I used to be a gymnast, almost went Olympic. It takes a lot.”

“Can everyone please stop drooling over my girlfriend and her muscles?” Sharon pouted dramatically, pulling a laugh from Alaska.

“I never thought I’d be jealous of Sharon, ” Jinkx joked, earning a soft laugh from Max and a full-blown cackle from Sharon herself.

“I knew the day would come,” she teased, wrapping an arm around Alaska and kissing her shoulder. “Hands off my girl, all of you. Yes , Katya, that includes you.”

Raja cleared her throat, choking back a laugh. “Okay, okay. Are we gonna stand around, or are we gonna celebrate a kickass Mabon?” Pearl pumped her fist with a small whoop, and the other women let out cheers and a smattering of applause. “We give thanks on Mabon, and per our coven’s tradition, we each have to say something that we’re grateful for right now. Don’t give me that look, Jinkx, you’re the one who started it. Does anyone wanna go first?”

“I will,” Max offered, surprising the rest of the group. Raja nodded.

“Go ahead, girl.”

The grey-haired witch smiled, fiddling with the cup in her hands. “I’m grateful for this coven, I always am. You’re my sisters, and I couldn’t be more thankful to have you in my life, but… there’s something else, too. I got a call from Fame yesterday, and she’s going to be moving back to the U.S. I can’t wait to see her again.”

Katya and Pearl squealed excitedly, hugging Max from either side, and even Sharon was grinning. “Maxie, that’s great!” Pearl exclaimed, suddenly wide awake. Katya was even more excited, asking a thousand questions a minute.

“When is she coming? Is she gonna need somewhere to stay? Oh my god, how is she?”

“She’s wonderful, she misses everyone so much and she’s excited to reconnect,” Max answered with a small smile, flushing a little. “Anyway, that’s what I’m grateful for.”

“That’s amazing, Max,” Jinkx encouraged. “Who’s next?”

“I’ll go!” Katya said. “I’m grateful that you guys give me space when I’m meditating, and I’m grateful that I can learn more every day.” She bounced on her heels happily at the declaration, excited to be sharing.

“I’m grateful to have all of you mentoring me in the ways of our craft,” Pearl agreed. “I love that we all do different things and we all have something to learn from one another.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Jinkx grinned. “I’m grateful for my partner-in-crime and our little dream that’s finally becoming everything we wanted it to be. Love ya, Needles.”

Sharon grinned, raising her glass to Jinkx. “Love ya too, Jinkxy.” She shifted her weight, rubbing Alaska’s hip lightly as she cleared her throat. “Not to be super cliche and gross, but I’m so thankful for Lasky.” Alaska blushed happily, leaning into her girlfriend’s side as she listened to her speak. “Don’t roll your eyes, assholes. The day before we met, I did a spell to attract love, and I didn’t even think it would work, but… clearly it did. I never expected to meet someone who is my other half, someone who I learn a little from every day. I love you, Lasky, and I’m so grateful that you’re in my life.”

Alaska grinned and snuggled against her girlfriend, kissing her on the cheek. “That was dumb,” she mumbled, blushing as the witches let out a chorus of aww ’s and teasing remarks.

“Alaska, do you want to say something you’re grateful for?” Max asked. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but we’d like to listen if you have something to say.” The rest of the coven nodded in agreement, and Alaska nodded.

“I guess I’m grateful to have met you all,” she said with a small smile. “I’ve already learned so much, and I can’t wait to learn more about your craft.”

“Raj, you’re up last,” Sharon said, trying to suppress a grin as she squeezed Alaska’s hip.

“Right, well, I’m grateful for the new job, and I’m grateful for you all being here for me through the whole mess of a divorce last year.”

“We still have firewood left over from Beltane if you ever change your mind about burning his shit,” Sharon proclaimed, provoking laughter from the rest of the group. Raja clinked her glass against Sharon’s with a fond eyeroll.

“Alright everyone, Max made this gorgeous apple pie and I’ve been eyeing it for the last ten minutes, so let’s start!” Jinkx said, side-hugging a blushing Max.

The evening was full of conversation and laughter, and Alaska became the willing pupil of the coven as they shared food and drink. She learned a lot about witchcraft as a practice and a little bit about each individual witch’s craft. Sharon did a good job of translating the terms that were unfamiliar to Alaska and would explain things quietly to her girlfriend if she was too shy to ask follow-up questions. Max took off the veil that she often wore to block out everyone else’s thoughts and energies, and managed to confirm that Alaska did have magickal blood somewhere in her line. She also divined that Alaska would soon find out which family member it was, but that this information wasn’t very important.

Sharon read everyone’s cards, pulling Alaska aside at the end to do her reading in private.

“Do you want me to read for the path you should take? Like, whether it’s magickal or not?”

Alaska hesitated, but nodded. “Yeah. I’m really interested in this stuff, but I’m wondering if it’s right for me or not. I don’t wanna make any mistakes.”

“I get it, pumpkin, trust me,” Sharon smiled, shuffling her deck. Alaska loved watching Sharon read; she’d been mesmerized by her girlfriend as she laid out spread after spread for her coven sisters, offering interpretations that were always stunningly accurate. The other witches trusted her readings implicitly, knowing from past experience that she had a knack for predicting exactly what was to come and recalling moments in the past that she couldn’t possibly have known about. Alaska wasn’t as sure as the coven members were about Sharon’s perfect predictions because she hadn’t experienced very many of them, but she definitely trusted her girlfriend’s interpretations so far.

Sharon set out a spread of three cards, two of them next to each other and the third above them in an almost triangular formation. Flipping them over one by one, the witch pondered the results in silence before opening her mouth to begin her interpretation.

By the time she had finished speaking, Alaska was dumbfounded; her girlfriend had laid everything out with such accuracy that it was almost spooky. Her small smile indicated that she knew which choice Alaska would probably make, but Alaska still wanted to speak her decision aloud.

“I want to do this,” she said confidently. “I want to be a witch.”

[wellhalesbells]

If you have the time and if you don't mind, what are some books you really recommend? Doesn't have to be all time faves, but anything that pops into mind that you want more ppl to read and love, Extra points if lgbt+ , i got the whole summer with little to do and i wanna spend it reading some good quality writing and honestly so far your recs have introduced me to so many faves its unbelievable

[blushes profusely] oh wow, thank you!!!  i’m so glad you’ve trusted me enough to check out some of the stuff i reblog; that is like the ultimate compliment, i can’t even???  i don’t mind at all(!), fair warning though: i only started recording what i read partway through last year and my mind is like a sieve so i’ll do my absolute best to remember what’s sang to me in the recent past.  warning number two: i’m in an open relationship with absolutely every genre out there so i’ll try to note which belongs where so you can avoid those that hold no interest for you.

LGBT+

i’ll give you the sun.  i loved this book, the writing is fucking transformative and all the characters are so damn likable, while still being realistically flawed human beings.

the raven cycle (tetralogy).  definitely my favorite series since harry potter.  the writing, the world-building, the characters, it’s all on top-form.  i wrote a little, mini non-spoilery review of it: here, back when i was better (worse?) wordly-wise and my feels were brand new.

more happy than not.  i’m still not sure how i feel about this book.  it was hard, but it felt very true to the characters and the lingo and style matched the ages of the players and i have a lot of respect for that.

the watchmaker of filigree street.  woooow i loved this book.  i admit ‘historical fiction’ kind of makes me cringe.  it never precludes me from reading a book but it does knock it down the list by a book or five because they’re often very dense and very clunky and end up taking me ages to get through.  but this one was gorgeous.  i loved the plot, the attention lovingly placed on every character and the historical elements.  the surprise gay in an already brilliant book felt like winning the lottery honestly.

captive prince (trilogy).  okay, truthfully, i’m only putting this on here because the second book is such a high point for me.  it was never bad at any point but it had unfortunately been hyped far too much for it to live up to my, admittedly, very high expectations.  hopefully it’ll fare better with you?

everything i never told you.  i go back and forth on this one.  i like the writing a lot, i like the LGBT aspect a lot, and i like the mystery aspect a lot but there are definitely characters i would cut out entirely for sheer predictability if i could and that killed a lot of my enjoyment at the time (but i think much more highly of it in retrospect?).  so, take that as you like.

aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe.  if there’s a book that handles its characters with more care or respect or consideration then i haven’t run into it.  i love the way this is written and the people it’s populated with.

flying lessons & other stories.  a bunch of uber talented authors writing a bunch of uber diverse and LGBT-focused stories and, yes, that is exactly as awesome as it sounds.

the song of achilles.  it is utterly heart-breaking but so rich, honestly.

FANTASY

the diviners.  (also has a minor LGBT character, who may play a bigger role in the sequel?)  fair warning, i have not read the sequel, lair of dreams, because it is somehow still not out in paperback (yes, i read physical books, yes, i pretty exclusively read paperbacks so i can lug them everywhere with me, YES, I PRE-ORDERED THIS ALMOST TWO YEARS AGO AND IT’S STILL NOT OUT, NOT THAT I’M BITTER ABOUT THAT OR ANYTHING) so i can’t speak to that one finishing on a high note as i don’t know.  but this was the first historical novel i managed to like in a long while.  it does such a good job of fusing in 1920s lingo and dress and aspects that i couldn’t help but love it.  add in the fantasy elements and i can admit i’m the perfect sucker for it.

the scorpio races.  i’m not sure why but it took me a long-ass time to get into this book, i wasn’t flipping pages with gusto until well towards the end but - especially as i was reading so much YA at the time - i really appreciated coming across a romance that lets both people come into it as themselves and stay themselves, neither puck nor sean were ever smashed or crumpled or shaved away to fit into their relationship, which was so refreshing.  plus the water horses were fucking cool.

the night circus.  the writing, the atmosphere, the circus.  just… it is all very whoa.

all the birds in the sky.  i loved this writing style and these characters and the magical elements.

CONTEMPORARY

i’ll meet you there.  there was something about this and i just… ended up liking it way more than i expected to.  i might’ve just read it at exactly the right time, i’m not sure, but i really enjoyed it.

the invoice.  this is honestly just hella cute and so freaking surreal.  swedes, man.

NON-FICTION

why not me?  i like mindy kaling a lot.  i make no apologies for that.  plus you can read both her books in about five seconds, haha.

SCIENCE FICTION

station eleven.  i loved this book.  the way the narrative is woven is so refreshing and i wish the comic book miranda was writing in this book was a real thing more than anything else in the woooorld.

illuminae.  hot DAMN this book was cool.  the plot was rock solid, the characters were hilarious and badass and the graphics made out of text and spiraling words and just the way this thing is put together?  shit, it’s worth your money and then some.

a robot in the garden.  okay this is just cute as hell.  i can’t even with tang, he’s the most adorable robot to ever adorable.

annihilation (southern reach trilogy).  (LGBT minor characters.)  okay, honestly?  i don’t know.  this was freaking zany but i was invested as fuck in all the kookiness for reasons i can’t articulately elaborate on.

the martian.  hilarious, engaging, SPACE.  what more do you want?

HORROR

things we lost in the fire.  this is more atmospheric than anything but, damn, could this get me wishing i wasn’t reading this in the dark or looking over my shoulder to make absolutely sure no one was standing behind me.  it’s a book of short stories (by the way, i love books of short stories and i definitely realize that is not true for everyone) and each one is so well-delivered and stylized.  i really enjoyed reading this.

let the right one in.  okay, this is legit horror so definitely stay away if you’re easily squicked out but it is harrrrrd to find good horror (at least in my opinion) and this definitely, definitely qualifies.

horrorstör.  i honestly had such low expectations for this, a horror story set in a wannabe-ikea, but it ended up being so ridiculous and strange and funny that i was won over by the finish.

the girl with all the gifts.  holy unique and well-executed zombie idea, batman!

SHORT STORIES

the bigness of the world.  there were definitely ones here that hit better than others but the ones i liked, i really liked!

GRAPHIC NOVELS (i read a lot of these so, um, prepare yourself)

saga.  (LGBT minor characters as well.)  this is world-building to a degree that i’m convinced did not exist before.  just, i can’t say enough amazing things about this series and the staggering amount of imagination that regularly goes into it.

ms. marvel.  heart-warming as fuck.  it’s definitely really easy to lose faith in the world these days, luckily kamala is there to remind you that people are primarily and genuinely good.

black science.  this is another one that took just an insane amount of imagination to cook up.  i got off to kind of a rocky start with this one but the gray-ness of all the characters really speaks to me, and that doesn’t really blossom until later in the series.

spider-man/deadpool.  this was very satisfying for my super duper spideypool-shipping mind.  joe and ed did us so good, and joe basically said in his sign-off: i made it absolutely as gay as they would let me, haha.

the wicked + the divine.  (LGBT minor characters that you’re going to get way too attached to, and retroactively.  it’s awful [sobs].)  the concept for this, gods reincarnating into teenagers before they burn up their hosts after a predetermined set of time, is so fucking cool.  the humor and the characters and the plot is all just aces.

iceman (LGBT MAIN CHARACTER).  okay, so this just started.  like issue #2 was only released days ago but 1) i am liking it so far and 2) marvel did it so dirty and barely advertised bobby - an openly homosexual superhero - was getting his own series, like, i found out about it the day before it went on sale and i keep my ear fairly close to the ground (not as close as some BY A LOT, but closer than the lay person i’d say) so if you can support it, please do!  pre-orders mean a lot in terms of numbers. :))))

descender.  admittedly, this starts out rooough.  because the main character, TIM-21 (and his little dog too), are annoying as hell.  he’s an android so there’s no dimension to him so he’s booooring as all get out but i am so glad i stuck with it through to the next trade because, probably picking up on the unsustainability of him as a main character, he gets shuffled off and the side characters get the stage and they rock so hard.

paper girls. (LGBT main characters.)  i’m kind of just convinced that brian k. vaughan can do no wrong at this point.  his plots are so tight and mind-blowing and badass.

monstress.  here’s a little tid-bit about me: female comic book writers are 100% more likely to get my money and my time because they are so damn rare and this series is unique, badass, and eye-opening.

black monday murders.  i’m a little premature with this since there’s only one volume and i usually try to wait until there are at least two but i check up on a volume two a lot so that definitely means something intrigued me!

nailbiter.  okay, i haven’t read the final volume yet ‘cause i’m reluctant to let it go but, so far, a series about multiple serial killers all being from the same town has me VERY HOOKED.

i wish i could remember more but this is honestly way better than i expected to do, haha.  they’re definitely not all my all-time faves but they’re ones that have stuck with me for one reason or another and that i didn’t feel i wasted my time on, so that’s something, right?  i hope this helps get you started and that you don’t think too awfully of me when you inevitably run across ones that aren’t your cup of tea!

[tanmalo]

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If I follow you, I rly rly wanna RP with you.

Concrit always welcome.

You can send me hatemail but if you actually hate me then you probably don’t want to give me that kind of pleasure.

Tracking the tag ‘tanmalo’

{ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 }

Reno is not a pushover.

Reno is actually kind of a dick.

I’m not fucking joking, he’s not nice. He will not play nice, even if you’re nice to him. He respects some characters more than others, but even then—ehhhhhhh.

My favorite flavor of Reno is OG Reno. I know Remake/ACC/the novels make him out to be hyper-compassionate (and even then, he's still mercing motherfuckers with a fucking garrote, let's remember that), but this is not how I’ll play him when given the choice. I default to “shouldn’t’ve run then” Reno. 

Even if we’re playing in a Remake/ACC/novel-verse, he’s still not going to be a schmoopy sweetheart.

‘God-modding’ is OK to a point. I’ll use my safeword if shit gets out of hand.

Open to most any kind of plot. 

I RP with any character.

If you’re not sure about something, my Ask Box/IMs are open 24-7 to questions.

Awful at tagging. [nsfw] is my catch-all. I tag big triggers, shippy stuff, and am willing to tag more by request.

{ 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 / 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 }

Unrepentant trash.

Multi-ship trash.

NSFW trash.

Angst trash.

Problematic ship trash.

Okay, but seriously, I ship based on chemistry. Gimme all the rarepairs with oddly working chemistry.

Reno is flirty. Mostly probably to get under your character's skin. Please do not feel like you have to reciprocate and please do feel like your character is allowed to respond violently.

Ships are not going to be fairy tale happily-ever-afters. Most of his relationships are toxic in nature. Your character is free to believe he has a soft, gooey center that's just waiting to be loved out of him, but it's not there. He's an assassin—and a damn good one at that.

Please be 18+ IC AND OOC.

{ 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝 }

Default to Para.

Range from one-liners to fucking novels depending on mood.

I’ll throw in an icon if it amuses me, but it usually doesn’t. I really don’t like using icons.

If you write me a one-liner in response to a 200-page starter that I wrote, I will applaud your bravery and revere you as a god.

Ask responses totally OK to use as an RP starter.

[necroarchived]

really  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.     RULES.  repost ,   don’t  reblog  !    tag  10  ! good  luck  !     TAGGED. I think I stole it, I don’t remember.     TAGGING. I think everyone has already done this? If not, do it and blame me.

BASICS.

FULL  NAME :   Arthas Menethil. NICKNAMES :   Karkut, maybe? TITLES :   Lich King, God of Death, Master of Icecrown, Dark Lord of the Dead, Lord of the Damned, Prince of Darkness, Fallen King, Master of the Scourge, Master of Northrend. AGE :   40 as of Legion. BIRTHDAY :   July 3. ETHNIC  GROUP :   Undead, formerly human of Lordaeron. NATIONALITY :   Undead Scourge. LANGUAGE / S :  Common. Thalassian. Dwarven. The Language of Death. Vrykul. SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :   Asexual; in life, he identified as heterosexual.  ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :   Aromantic; in life, identified as heteroromantic. RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :   ??? with Jaina Proudmoore. HOME  TOWN / AREA :   Capital City, Lordaeron. CURRENT  HOME :   Icecrown Citadel, Icecrown, Northrend  PROFESSION :  Lich King of the Scourge, Master of Northrend.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR :   Snow-white hair that hangs past his shoulders, a bit scraggly, but otherwise surprisingly well-kept despite him being a literal zombie.  EYES :   Lichfire blue. Beneath the glow and eerie smoke they emit, one may see white pupils surrounded by icy blue irises, with only a slightly darker ring of blue separating them from equally-pale sclerae. FACE :   He has one. LIPS :   He... has them? They’re kinda full, I think. I dunno. COMPLEXION :   Undeath has left the fallen prince with a sallow, unhealthy pallor. Dark circles hang under his eyes, as though he suffers from extreme exhaustion. All in all, Arthas would possess a generally drained, depleted look, were it not for how alert and animated he truly is. BLEMISHES :   He’s dead. SCARS :   Due to his lifestyle and history, Arthas has acquired a number of scars from various battle wounds, such as a burn along his right forearm from Searinox and a circular indention in his shoulder from one of Sylvanas’ arrows. Perhaps his largest and most notable scar would be the one on his chest, gained from when he tore out his own heart. TATTOOS :   None. HEIGHT :   6′11″. 2.108 m. WEIGHT :   He is not light. BUILD :   Mesomorphic as hell, with broad shoulders, considerable muscle mass, and other... mesomorphic... stuff.  FEATURES :    Arthas finds himself in possession of exceptionally distinguished features, as befitting one of his royal heritage, though the corruption of undeath has twisted them, turned his golden beauty dark and cold. High cheekbones sweep across his face, seeming even higher and sharper than they ought to due to how gaunt he is. The strong jaw and straight nose that had been handsome in life now make him seem implacable, ruthless. Which, to be fair, he is. ALLERGIES :   Light, love, not being an asshole. USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :   Long and unadorned. USUAL  FACE  LOOK :   He’s usually wearing a giant bucket on his head, mate. But under the bucket, he’s often sporting the ghost of a smirk, as though all the pain and suffering around him is just so terribly amusing - and his enemies’ belief that they can defeat him, the most amusing thing of all. USUAL  CLOTHING :   The dread Plate of the Damned, coupled with a dark, tattered cloak and the Helm of Domination.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :   Permanent death. ASPIRATION / S :     World domination. Vengeance. Possibly universal domination, but that’s kind of out of his capabilities at the moment. POSITIVE  TRAITS :   Clever, intelligent, witty, strategic,  good leader. NEGATIVE  TRAITS :   Murderous, tyrannical, sadistic, literally heartless, cruel, vengeful, impulsive, manipulative, irreverent, treacherous, deceitful, misanthropic, mean, wrathful. Monologues. MBTI :    ENTJ-A (although I feel he’s more P than J) ZODIAC :   Cancer. TEMPEREMENT :   Choleric. SOUL  TYPE / S :   Hunter/Leader. ANIMALS :   Lion. VICE  HABIT / S :   He murders people all the fucking time. FAITH :   He thinks he himself is a god. GHOSTS ? :   Yes. AFTERLIFE ? :   Yes. REINCARNATION ? :   Yes. ALIENS ? : Yes POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :   Undead Scourge. EDUCATION  LEVEL :   Arthas is highly educated, as befitting the Crown Prince of a prosperous nation. He is well-versed in matters of governance, warfare, history, law, politics, languages, cultures, and any other matters which might be considered important for the future ruler of Lordaeron. He is also trained in various martial arts and in the ways of the paladins of the Order of the Silver Hand.

FAMILY.

FATHER :   Terenas Menethil MOTHER :   Lianna Menethil SIBLINGS :   Calia Menethil CHILDREN :   Zoen Mith EXTENDED  FAMILY :   Aura Menethil (niece), Anduin Wrynn (godson) NAME  MEANING / S :   I don’t know, man, go ask Blizzard. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :   He has some parallels with King Arthur, apparently.

FAVORITES.

BOOK :   Decree of the Scourge.  MOVIE :   n/a 5  SONGS :   “Seven Devils” ; “In the Dark of the Night” ; “Orb of Winter” ; “Emperor’s New Clothes” ; “When You’re Evil” DEITY :   Himself.  HOLIDAY :   None. MONTH :   December. SEASON :   Winter. PLACE :   Icecrown. WEATHER :   Raging blizzard.  SOUND :   Screams of anguish. The lonely echo of a single voice in a large hall. Heavy footsteps on stone. The crunch of bone. SCENT / S :   Blood spilled on the snow; the harsh, clean scent of true winter, that kind of death. TASTE / S :   The Plague of Undeath. Blood, both fresh from the vein and dried on a blade. The ashes of a pyre.  FEEL / S :   Metal armor, dented from battle and etched with runes. The sheer wall of a glacier. A handful of snow. Rotting flesh dripping from the bone. ANIMAL / S :   While Arthas used to be fond of animals in general, he now regards them with a level of indifferent disdain. The ghost of that fondness would be extended to animals that have been corrupted by undeath. (Invincible of course being favored above all.) NUMBER :   n/a. COLORS :   Black, white, blue, purple, gray.  

EXTRA.

TALENTS :   Murder, chess, playing the guitar, swordsmanship, necromancy, kingship, snapping, whistling, singing. BAD  AT :   Feelings, being a decent person, Hearthstone, naval warfare, cooking, dancing.  TURN  ONS :   uh. TURN  OFFS :   uh. HOBBIES :   Wandering around judging people and being a general dick to everyone. Committing murder and discovering new and increasingly horrifying necromantic magics. TROPES :  He has his own tropes page. He has a few tropes pages, actually!  QUOTES :  “Frostmourne hungers.” ; “All that I am: anger, cruelty, vengeance, I bestow upon you, my chosen knight.” ; “No. No we. No one tells me what to do. I’ve got everything I need from you—now the power is mine and mine alone. Now there is only I. I am the Lich King. And I am ready.”

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC / S :   Alexander Skarsgard. ALT  FC / S :   Uhhh, himself? I tried Heath Ledger for like a day before realizing he was too baby-faced. So if any of y’all got faceclaim suggests - *finger bangs at you.* OLDER  FC / S :   n/a. YOUNGER  FC / S :   n/a. VOICE  CLAIM / S :   Himself. GENDERBENT  FC / S :   n/a.

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?          

     SCREW YOU, WARCRAFT II MOVIE, WE’RE GOING STRAIGHT TO WARCRAFT III AND IT’S GOING TO BE GREAT, IT’S GOING TO BE FANTASTIC. THE CRITICS ARE GOING TO WATCH IT AND THEY’LL CRY AT THE GLORY AND THEY’LL EAT THEIR OWN SOCKS, DO YOU HEAR ME?! THEIR OWN SOCKS. 

     And while the live-action of the Warcraft movie was gorgeous, I think everyone’s been clamoring for an animated film of Blizzard cinematic quality, which I wholly agree with and in a perfect world, the Warcraft III movie would be in that format. 

Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?          

     I have no idea, but Arthas, My Son and Invincible would be on the track.

Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ? 

     I’d rather not answer that.

Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?          

     I don’t even know, man, I don’t even know. I used to think he was the dumbest character ever because “Lich King” didn’t register as something frightening in my head. (In my defense, I was like ten.) Now look at me. Look at me.

     More seriously, I think part of it is because making and playing a death knight was a huge thing for me when it happened. I’m a terrible leveler, so my main character at the time (a hunter) was only like... level 20. My mom, who’s the better player between the two of us, and with whom I shared an account until like... MoP, I think, had a level 60 warlock, and she let me have the “one per server” death knight so I could player higher content, too. That death knight was the first character I ever leveled up all the way, and 

     And then the Wrathgate happened, and suddenly I gave a damn about lore, and then a family friend gave me access to Warcraft III, and I’ve been in love with Arthas ever since.  

Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.         

      As a character, he’s one of the best I’ve ever come across. As a person, he’s an evil dirtbag who murdered and slaughtered THOUSANDS of innocent people because a goddamn SWORD TOLD HIM TO, WHAT THE FUCK, ARTHAS -

Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?          

     I too take really long naps, prefer the cold to the heat, am a bit impulsive, and don’t know when to keep my mouth shut.

Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?          

     Dude I gave him a kid and won’t let him kill people indiscriminately, he’d fuckin’ murder me if he had the chance. 

Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?        

     So many. My main shout outs would have to be to @warmcngerer, @renuntiatum, @thesealovesme, @heavenly-grievance, @theplaguelord, and @crownofstormwind. With them, I’ve been able to play around with fascinating facets of Arthas’ personality, whether through threads, through plotting, or through talking about the relationships with the muns. (All of whom are wonderful, and should definitely be followed ASAP.)

Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?         

     Hearing his voice, interacting with the Scourge, forcing myself to sit down and write. 

Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?         

     It’s been in my drafts for literal months.

[thetenthdoctorscompanion]

This was long. So these are some of the featured characters. The rest is under the read more. 

ALL RIGHT LET’S DO THIS.

1) Your first OC ever?

Crystal Potter. I used to pretend that I was Harry’s sister when I played pretend with my mom. I’d go to all of my classes and do my Potions homework. She was my first OC before I knew what fanfiction was. I just kept developing her into what she is today.

3) Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

Nope! Just borrowing for prompts and whatnot. I know some people do pass on their stories when they don’t have the ambition anymore, but my OCs are a huge part of me. I can’t imagine passing them on, or taking up the responsibility of doing right by someone else. (But I love crossover prompts on the real.)

5) If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

God, I hate choosing children. I mean, I guess my original original characters - my Faust children. Cause if they were popular, it would probably mean I’d actually gotten my ass to finish the series and been published. So if more people knew about Ana Vasquez, that’d be great.

7) Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Well hypothetically they’re all part of stories. But if I tried to write the story for every character I’d ever thought of, I’d be writing until I died. Which would probably be pretty early on because I wouldn’t have time to work and I’d probably starve to death. *finger guns*

9) Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

No. My characters are my children, and in all seriousness, a part of my soul. I never mind people writing about them, for crossover purposes and so on, but they will always be my babies. (Though in future I’d love to see people writing fanfiction for my original published work someday. In that case, write on, my man.)

11) Is there any OCs of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

Hm, this is a tough one. I usually say Nylah Parker. She’s not sunshine in a bubbly-sense. She’s certainly not outgoing, but she’s probably one of my most sweet and well-meaning OCs. She’s a gentle soul.

13) Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

Emily Terrell is always the first to come to mind. She’s my rip-roaring party girl, even if she’s doing it to cover herself. She’s the kind of character who starts shit just so she doesn’t have to think. She’d rather deal with problems she created than the problems in her head she can’t control.

15) Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

Please talk to me about my OCs, oh my God please talk to me about them all the time, please, please, please…

17) Any OC OTPs?

I love all of my OCs and the characters I’ve paired them with, obviously. I think I usually get the most emotional about Derek and Isabelle, because they’re really the only pairing I have I think of as love at first sight. I know they will be together until the end of days, no weird break up problems, no breaks.

19) Introduce an OC that means a lot to you, and explain why.

I guess I’ll use this time to talk about Sadie. She’ll always be the first person I think of when I say “OC” because I’ve devoted the most of my soul to her. She’s the first character that ever really took off, the first character I ever actually finished a story for, the first character that ever came alive on the page and started doing her thing without regard for her author. I’ll never forget the first time Sadie acted out and just got herself knocked-out and I didn’t have it planned. I just sat back and went, “Um, okay Sadie. If that’s what you want. Guess I’ll end the chapter here. Nice cliffhanger.” She does that a lot, because she knows what she wants more than I do at this point. She’s changed my life so much and made me so many friends. Sadie’s truly changed my life.

21) Your most artistic OC.

Well it’s probably Sadie, but seeing as I just ranted for a year. My other artistic OC is Marcia Edgar, my Captain America OC. I really wanted someone who embraced the feminine side of the 1940′s. So often in stories you see the girl who is ahead of her time, and more progressive than everyone else around her. I wanted to step away from that. So Marcia is a very in the box thinker. She lets everyone take care of her, and helps paint propaganda posters as a “job” while she looks for a husband. Art is something that she pours herself into, and she’s incredibly good at. It isn’t until later that finds that it isn’t enough to help out, and becomes a nurse.

23) Introduce an OC that has changed from the first idea concerning what that character would be like.

Oh GOD if that title doesn’t go to Crystal. Obviously, I’ve had her the longest, so she’s changed the most. I can’t remember all of the details about her I had as a kid. When I was in high school, I went with this whole Little Princess vibe, where she was Harry’s twin but since they were separated after their parents died, she didn’t know anything about him. So no one believed her when she got to school and she became this tormented outcast. I realized later that it didn’t make a lot of sense, as far as what the general public would have known. When I revisited the story last year, I decided to keep in the part about being separated, but Crystal keeps herself mostly out of fear and expectations. She’s terrified of meeting Harry because she’s never known family, and because she’s not exceptional like he is. She’s a lot more self-conscious than she is bullied.

25) The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislikes for something etc?)

Sadie, Sadie, Sadie. She was a 100% self insert folks. So here’s a big hello to everyone who says that self-inserts don’t work, or are dumb, or immature. Obviously Sadie’s grown over time. She’s not entirely me, but she’s pretty damn close.

27) Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

I don’t think I have any characters that were song inspired, but stories absolutely are. I was listening to “Die Young” by Ke$ha when I thought of the climactic formal scene of The Wild Side. I sort of filled in the backstory later, but I knew I wanted Stiles and my girl dancing and thinking about how it was now or never, how they really could die because of all the supernatural stuff going on. And then I wanted to take that moment away from them before they could really confess how they felt about each other.

29) Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

Okay, I thought about this one a lot. Sadie is a good contender, obviously, but I want to try and showcase other people too. So I’m going to go with Charlotte Emery, (Sherlock Holmes). Charlotte is absolutely I-can-take-care-of-myself-and-don’t-need-to-rely-on-anyone material. If she sensed something was wrong, she would absolutely get up in the middle of the night to investigate on her own. Now, more than likely she would run into everyone else there, because Irene and Sherlock are also the investigate-an-abandoned-house-at-night-without-telling-anyone kind of people, but that’s what makes them all work so well together.

31) Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Penny McKittrick (Daredevil) would have like, a Real Blog™. She’d write her own pieces up about current events and politics and conspiracy theories, and definitely rage discourse all over the place. It’s relentless, and for some people it’s too much. But people still follow her because she has a very intricate tagging system that allows people to block what they don’t want to see. Also, she reblogs pretty pictures, and has the craziest personal stories.

33) Your shyest OC?

Again, probably Nylah, but also Emmeline Marsh. Emmeline is cripplingly shy when she first gets to Hogwarts. She grew up as an only child in the middle of the country, with so many security restrictions that she’s hardly ever seen another person her age. She’s grown up like Rapunzel, only with a loving guardian instead of a shitty one. It’s very hard for her to make friends because it’s very hard for her to know how to talk to people. But she’s kind at heart, and fiercely loyal. It will take her a few years to grow out of her shell.

35) Any sibling characters?

Crystal is my only character who is an established character’s sibling. But for a while, I did toy around with the idea of the Bennet twins - Sadie and Samuel. Looking back, I sort of wish I had done that, because Sam’s fun to play around with. He’s the older twin, and very protective of Sadie. He’s not fully involved in all the running around she does with the pack, but I think he’d figure everything out on his own. He gets dragged along to some of the big battles, just to make sure Sadie doesn’t get herself killed, but he also knows that she’s good at taking care of herself. A lot of the work he does with the pack is maintaining their lies and cover stories. He’s a pro-league liar.

37) Introduce an OC who is not quite human.

Oh, how much do I want to give away about Rosa Alvarez? Not much, I’m afraid. I’m still working on her mythology, but Rosa is most definitely not human. It’s something that’s hereditary, passed from mother to daughter, and it gives her a lot of grief. She keeps to herself mostly, because it’s easier than dealing with people. But when her name shows up on a deadpool of supernatural creatures, the McCall pack moves in and starts asking too many questions. She’s never really had friends, but she’s also never found anyone who understood what she was. She’s slow to warm up to everyone, but there’s something about Scott McCall that makes it hard for her to stay away.

39) Introduce any character you want.

Oh, who haven’t I already talked about? (Goddamn I have a lot of OCs….) Okay, because I’m a terrible person, let’s talk about Tessa Maguire. Her father was a pilot in WWI, though he left the military to care for Tessa when her mother died. Tessa grew up as much of a lady as she could be, but with a deep love for flying and mechanics, and a bad habit of sneaking onto Mitchell Field after dark to look at the planes. Eventually she joins Navy as a nurse just so she has a real reason to go on base and visit her friends. (I know but please ask me about my girl because I am trash)

41) Has anyone drawn fan art of your OCs?

Yes! Yes, Yes, Yes! My prized possession will always be the trailer I was given for Right Beside You. I believe on two different occasions I have been lucky enough to receive fan art, and on more occasions than I can count have been included in beautiful edits from my friends. Most of these are in my “Beautiful People Make Brittney Things” tag.

43) Do you have a certain type when you create OCs? Do you tend to favor some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess.

Almost all of my OCs are brunette and witty. I know this, and I am sorry, and I am trying to be aware and move away from it. But I also suck, so I apologize.

45) A character you no longer use.

Oh, Stephanie Engel. What plans I had for you. In my defense, everyone was doing it at the time, and I’ve stopped because I want to do the story right. At this point, I think I’ll wait for the next movie(s) to come out before deciding what to do with the rest of the story. It might be a stand alone that ignores the rest of the Jurassic World movies. But I always take prompts!

47) Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed one of your OCs as their child?

I’m honestly not sure. Has Ashlea done this? Probably. I’ve probably done this to other people, but at this point, I’m honestly not sure.

49) Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes?

Hm, I think Isabelle. But she doesn’t use them correctly. She’s like nearly there, but even when she does say something correctly, she’s so excited that it’s cringeworthy. She’d definitely be the “did you see what I did there?” kind of person. The pack hates it.

[franeridart]

While I adore your art and the frequency you post some, YOU NEED TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR HAND/WRIST!!! Rest and get yourself back to your fighting capabilities!

Anon said:plEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

Anon said:How's your hand, Fran? U OK? Are you resting well and taking good care of yourself? Get well soon💜

Anon said:Please look after yourself and keep healthy, you're art is beautiful and thank you for doing it but look after yourself first 💙💙

Anon said:PLEASE DON'T HURT YOUR HAND I DON'T WANT YOU TO SUFFER LONGER THAN YOU HAVE TOO

and also @ all the people who’ve mentioned similar feelings in the reblogs - thank you guys so much you’re all so sweet and adorable but oh my god it’s!!! nothing as serious as you all think it is hahaha I’m sorry I didn’t think it’d make so many of you worry rip I’m laughing what a mess

I actually mentioned it a few posts ago but it’s really just a blister - a pretty damn huge one, but still just a blister - it’s in a place where I apply pressure when holding a pen so drawing makes it sorta hurt, and to avoid breaking it I had kind of decided to wait it out and not draw until it’d healed?? But as it turns out it doesn’t seem like it’s gonna take as little time as I thought it would?? And not drawing was making me go out of my mind?? So I decided that I’m gonna draw anyway, but the position in which the blister forces my finger is a stupid one and the hold on the pen turns out a little awkward, so (for my own standards) the lines are turning out sloppier even though it’s taking thrice as long to trace them in an even only vaguely acceptable way

So!! This is what’s up! I’m sorry I made you all worry and thank you so much for the concern, but the only thing drawing anyway is gonna do is make me uncomfortable in the moment and maybe make healing a little more annoying, there’s no permanent damage anywhere in sight!

Anon said:Hey Fran! I love your art and wanted to know if I could repost it on my toMBSTONE AFTER I DIE BECAUSE OF ONE OF YOUR BAKUSHIMA(NARI) COMICS,,THE CHARACTERIZATION, YOUR ART STYLE, THE WAY YOU MAKE POSES SO EXPRESSIVE I CANT!! Ahem.. I'm sorry, I know you don't allow reposts under any circumstances, really I just wanted to tell you I love your art very much. Please keep blessing us with the content you create!

This is honest to god the sweetest and funniest ask I’ve ever gotten omfg hahahaha thank you so much!!!!! I’m so so so glad you like how I portray the three spiky nerds, it means a lot to me!!!! 

Anon said:my dude sucy looks SO GOOD in ur style

THANK YOU!!!! She’s so much fun to draw honestly !!

Anon said:If I remember well the hero Ectoplasm doesn't have legs.... I think it's in 7th volume where this information appears

I KNOW oh my god çAç I love him so much anon, when I read his shifuku I cried a bit he’s!!! Such a good amazing hero - he!!! lost both of his legs!!!! and he’s still fighting villains and teaching kids!!!! And his tenacity makes him a seriously loved hero!!!!! And he looks like a n e r d !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love Ectoplasm so much one of these days I’m gonna fill a whole page of all the pro heroes I love with all my heart and half the page is gonna be just that adorable nerd I s w e a r

Anon said: Yooo so like i understand that you're gonna expect a certain quality from your art and it sucks if you don't see it but... Just from my point of view I think it's really incredible that with your hand hurting like it is (which!! I love your art but please don't push yourself too hard!!) you still were able to produce art that I thought was very much quality work and idk I just wanted to let you know that I think your art is really very incredible and high quality. I hope you've had a lovely day!

B O I thank you so much!!! ;A; I don’t know how I deserve such nice words but I’m!!!! seriously happy you like my stuff!!!! Thank you ;A; 

Anon said:Hello Sero can sing have a nice day

Is there anything Sero can’t do tho seriously

(Sero’s just minding his own business with the squad when Todoroki’s suddenly by his side out of the blue and he’s like “I heard you listening to music in your room earlier, who was it it was nice” and Sero’s like ??? I wasn’t listening to music??? and they have a moment of utter general confusion until Kaminari’s like “dude he probably just heard you sing” and while Sero and Kaminari and Kirishima and Mina get swept in the usual “how could he mistake my singing for actual music” “do we have to have this conversation every single time” argument Todoroki just stands there not really knowing how to react at all because what

and then Bakugou’s by his side like “I swear he’s a fucking siren or something” which is like, the nicest thing Todoroki’s ever heard Bakugou say this is the most surreal day of Todoroki’s life)

Anon said:U dunno how I could live until today without your bakushima/kiribaku fanarts... thank you so much ♡��

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH no thank you for liking them!!!!!!!

Anon said:I'm so happy that I found you!! Especially since you draw my Bro3tp (kirishima, bakugou, and denki) please keep up the good work!!!

WELP I actually ship and draw them as romantics usually, but I’m!!!!!!!!!!! super glad you like my stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:How Kuroo and Bokuto started dating? Sorry if you've already said it, I just found your blog (didn't find the faq, I'm on mobile) and loved the tattoo au.

Thank you!!! And it’s!!! okay it’s not in the faq anyway, but I did draw it a while ago!

[sienna27]

Sorry this is a bit long, kept thinking of other points.

I am going to step into something going on here in the fandom that I could very easily just ignore.  But I’m not going to :)   And if you opt to read the below, please try to read it with an open mind, and take the points I’m ‘attempting’ to make as maybe a fresh spin on what’s been going on the last few months.  But if in the end some folks get offended, like I’m taking a shot at them personally and end up unfollowing me, or blocking me, I understand.  That’s cool, we all get to personalize our experience on here and if I’m annoying you, then of course you’ll want to remove me from your life :)  But please know that it’s not at all my intention to irritate anyone, or talk down to anyone, because I’ve already blocked the folks that I think are the main problems here, so this is just kind of a general plea to outline what I think is going on, and what I think that maybe some of the rest of us could do to take a bit of the internal negativity we keep seeing, out of the ship fandom.

So what was that preamble all about?  Well, my pure exhaustion with the pages in the ship fandom so regularly, and suddenly, being filled with hate towards random members of the cast/crew because somebody made an offhand remark, joke, or flippant remark about ‘the ship,’ or a ‘member’ of it.  I think we’re up to maybe five people now with a scarlet letter.  And I’m going to expand my thoughts below on this because it just keeps on happening, and it is making me SOOOO weary, because the drama is impossible to ignore even when you stay off the C tag.  And I know I’m not the only one who is tired of it, because I’ve heard from other people who have said they’ve reluctantly unfollowed some blogs they used to like because of all the rants/hate posts popping up.  To that, the below:

First, has anybody else noticed that these things always start with hate filled rants, but no links.  Like, let’s pick somebody who is still ‘pristine,’ (at least as far as I know), Andy.  So I’m going to put up a post right now and say that “I can’t believe Andy said those horrible, shitty insulting things about M.  He’s such a douchebag and I can’t believe I ever thought he was a good guy and he clearly isn’t really her friend if he could say that kind of crap!”

Now, what’s your initial, IMMEDIATE, reaction to this?  Confusion and upset, right?  First confused because I didn’t tell you EXACTLY what Andy allegedly said, and upset because you always had the impression that Andy was a good guy and now you’re starting to feel kind of a discomfort in your gut thinking that he isn’t and will you still be able to enjoy watching him play Rick who is like you third favorite character if it turns out that all along Andy has been a secretly scuzzy person.  Those are all normal, expected reactions.   Because they’re coming from your gut.  But think about them for a second.  What proof has this person provided to say that Andy is a scumbag?  None.  Because NOBODY EVER LINKS TO THESE INTERVIEWS.  At least none of the ones that I ever see.  All I see are these random, ‘this person sucks’ posts, with no linked ‘evidence’ of said suckage and a whole crapload of notes on these posts with half of the readers reblogging and saying, “God what an asshole!” and the other half just answering, “wait, what happened?  What did he say?  Can somebody please put a link here so I can see exactly what happened?”  And the response to that request is usually . . . silence.  Eventually somebody figures out, or finds out from somebody off the thread, what is being referred to, and puts a link.  But that should be the FIRST thing we’re putting out there.  If I’m saying that Andy is a total fuckwad, I should be backing that shit up with a “LOOK HERE AND SEE FOR YOURSELF . . .”   but it’s like nobody who starts this stuff wants you to see (think) for yourself.  Because by the time that link exists on one of these reblogs for everyone else to read, or listen to, for themselves, the impression of this famous person’s remarks (and the person himself) is already ‘tainted.’  Because nobody now is going into reading that article, or listening to that clip, as a blank slate, they’re going into it with a negative impression of this actor because we have been told he did/said something terrible.  We are now subconsciously, ‘predisposed’ to interpret their behavior with that slant.  And that’s even assuming that everyone takes the time, or has the time, to look into things for themselves.  So basically what this initial Tumblr person ranted about (with no screenshots of the FULL article, or clips of the FULL interviews) could have actually been a joke, or a tired, flippant remark after ten hours of interviews, or four words taken out of context, or an ironic statement or a sarcastic response to the general tone of an interview question.  And now what’s been put out for everyone to read is, “THIS GUY IS A DICK!!!!” and it doesn’t matter what the truth of things may have been, we’ve all already been ‘infected’ with this dark take, on a previously neutral person’s, character.  Basically to paraphrase a much more famous quote, “the rant has traveled half way around the world while the truth was still putting on its shoes.” So all I’m saying is, please don’t take other people’s unsubstantiated impressions of a situation, as gospel.  Put on your critical thinking skills when you come across this kind of stuff because a lot of times when I dig into something myself, what has been spread all through the fandom as the alleged ‘misogyny’ ‘ageism’ ‘total fuck you to M,’ started with one or two people taking a Grand Canyon leap and getting offended at something they perceived, and then putting their ‘offense’ out into the world like it was unequivocal truth, to get a whole bunch of other people riled up.  Basically it’s a game of God damn telephone, and it’s ridiculous that it keeps running unchecked.  

Now second to that, half the time these rants about slights against M are followed up by saying how this ‘constant’ sexism/racism/ageism/ etc., is A) more evidence for Team B or D, or ABC to say X,Y,Z about our ship’s relationship.  Like, I’m sorry, why do we give a flying fuck what any of those other people think?  Not being a jerk, just saying, seriously, why would any of us care what other strangers think about our views on a FAKE RELATIONSHIP?  I mean, step back and think, how silly is that?   Those people are entitled to their world views, and if someone in one of those groups is being a douche and deliberately inserting themselves into our tags saying nasty shit, block them or turn off the Anon feature.  Because really, letting these people send you Anon ship hate, or letting them continue to show up on your feed when a simple click makes them go away, is just masochistic.  You’re ruining your own enjoyment on Tumblr.   So that all goes for the opposition, now here’s B, the ‘Debbie Downers’ within!  And you all know who they are, it is obvious there are a few people around the fandom who seem to make a living off taking offense at everything and anything they come across.   I’m guessing they are just super negative people in real life who always presume the worst of every person in every situation.  And they are such a teeny little percentage of the generally nice folks around here (and I try to block the Debbie Downers when I come across them) but they speak loudly, and their CONSTANT negativity, infects so many of the rest of us.  Because no joke, the only place I consistently see M getting insulted, are by those people here who claim to be huge fans of hers, that like to spread those insults over and over through the fandom to say how horrible it is that all of these other people have allegedly said these things about her.  That’s like if one random person calls my mom a “fat, ugly, piece of shit,” and then I tell everyone that I ever meet after that how so and so has called my mom a “fat, ugly, piece of shit.”  Nobody else would ever know that had happened if I didn’t feel the need to regularly repeat those insults under the guise of ‘defending’ my mother and hashtag feminism and all this other crap.  How about you just don’t repeat that shit?  I mean, what’s the point, honestly?  Ninety percent of the time it’s coming from somebody who is just trolling to get a rise out of you, so why would you let them have the satisfaction?  And even if it’s not a troll, and just someone who is simply an asshole and believes they will be young and pretty forever, then we’re back to, why do you care?  It’s the Internet, people are dicks.  Block them and move on with your life.  There is zero upside to engaging or repeating their comments.   And the third option/scenario, is the one I already mentioned in the above, those chosen few regularly looking to be offended by the remarks of people known generally to be people M considers close friends and ‘family.’   Now let’s think about that one for a second.  These people are not our friends.  We don’t know them.  These are folks who all work months on end, sixteen plus hour days where they forged actual REAL LIFE relationships.  No matter how amazing we might find a particular actress, we are not in her life.  We are not in a place to police, or determine who her “real” friends are.  We don’t know ANYTHING about the personal relationships these people have with one another.  So it is just not “appropriate” for us to go around calling her friends douchebags, shitheads, whatever, because somebody else ‘decided’ that her real life friend was taking a public shot at her age and looks (because that’s clearly the logical inference of something her friends would do *eye roll) and be offended on her behalf because she deserves to have better people in her life!  And you might be thinking right now, well who the fuck are you sienna to be telling us what WE should be offended about?   Fair enough :)  I’m a nobody too.  I’m a nobody to her, and I’m a nobody to you.   Again, all I’m saying is, a lot of this is drama is so obviously for the of sake of itself.  People who like attention, and aren’t happy unless they’re stirring shit up.  So really, just consider the source of a comment.  If a comment is coming from someone that M has posted happy, cuddly selfies with that person PROBABLY should be given all benefit of all doubts that no cruelty or ill intent was behind, said random fuzzily sourced comment that nobody wants to show you proof was actually said.

Lastly, all of the people who jump in here and start these rants under the guise of defending M’s honor, how do you think M would feel to hear all of the shit that gets spoken about people like N, and so on, and so forth.  Do you think that any of us predicating our remarks by saying “I’m a huge fan of hers and she’s so amazing that she deserves to have amazing people in her life,” would ‘endear’ our remarks to her?  No!  Because if it was you, in real life, who heard some random stranger talking shit about your friend that you have silly inside jokes with, and who listens when you had a fight with your boyfriend, or gives you a hug when you’re sad, and maybe spends holidays and birthdays with you because you’re all so far away from your families that these people ARE your adoptive family, would you be okay with this person you care about being torn apart and called every d’bag name in the book?  No, you would be thinking, ‘fuck you, who the hell do you think you are to say those things?  You don’t KNOW anything about him!’  Time and again celebrities drop off of social media because their “fanbase” starts harassing and attacking a new girlfriend or a new boyfriend because, quote, “they can do better.”  To vilify M’s real world friends like we know best for her, is NO different than any of that dumb crap that happens with the boy bands when one of them dares to get a girl.  So this is my point, (again not to be all Lecture Girl, just raising alternative points to ponder here) just please when this crap starts rolling through, step back and consider whether or not your gut is getting manipulated by the Drama for the Sake of Itself Folks, but also consider real empathy for the people being maligned in these situations.  Like this new crap with “J.”  Considering that I read an article with him from December (Linked here :)) where he talks about how pissed off he is that AM got all that shit online for her looks and weight after the baby, and that the cyber bullies are assholes, would he really be taking shots at the looks of ANOTHER female costar/friend?  Especially when he states himself that he usually uses self deprecating humor to deflect the assholes from taking shots at his appearance, by taking shots at himself first and he hates that he has to do that because the cyber bullies should stop being dicks and calling out other people’s appearances.  Does this REALLY sound like a mean spirited, jerky, woman hating, two faced type guy?  Maybe what he said was an awkward joke.  Maybe he was tired.  Or maybe he was just saying something deadpan as a way to diffuse the tension (or stupidity) that other people build up around a romantic situation involving a woman with, ‘grey hair.’  

And I am done here now.  I don’t want to debate this point with anyone.  I don’t care enough about a fake TV relationship to engage in a real world fight :) If you took offense at my words, again, sorry, not my intent, but if that happened, let us part ways here with a block and you’ll never have to hear from me on any subject again :)  I only stepped into this because it feels like, (to me) that there is a certain amount of, if not bullying (because I feel like that term is very much overused to describe any sort of commentary someone doesn’t agree with) but let’s say, “aggressive” conversation on these points.  Like if you don’t agree with X person’s take who started the fray, then you’re going to get a hard earful about how this person’s take on the world is right, and your take is wrong, and that’s all there is to it.  And those kind of tones can make some people ‘cow away’ from speaking up again because they don’t feel comfortable really speaking for an alternate viewpoint.   And like I said to start, I know it’s not just me who is feeling like the CONSTANT internal negativity from certain people about any and every perceived slight to M is just exhausting.  I’m not going to end here with Suzy Sunshine quote, but just you know let’s try and remember the that the actors in our ship are arguably the most popular, and unarguably the most talented.  Neither of them is likely to be killed off before the last season, if even then.  So in the meantime, the ship looks like it’s about to sail.  Let’s just try to enjoy what’s coming next without mucking up the waters for ourselves.   We don’t need to be our own worst enemies.  That’s what Gimple is for :)

And I shall leave you with..

[pigeonacademic]

Sweetums, I'm sorry but you DID. Your dumb ass got too scared of backlash, so you've blocked me and instead of reblogging, you're talking via chat, as if that's going to save you!

Yeah, you've sort of already did argue with me and you're dragging it on. I admit it was funny seeing some self entitled wannabe victim of something you never personally experienced, and no, trauma CAN'T pass down through the generations like one of your other buddies claimed. That is pure fucking bullshit, anyone with even a quarter of a brain knows that. YOU are never going to change, BUT you should, for the health and safety of everyone else around you. Nobody could give two shits what happens to someone as hateful as you. You're no better than the Nazis you claim you hate. You want to make fun of my fanart? What the hell do you draw? At least I'm doing something instead of bullying people!

Yeah, I fucking love Hetalia, you know why? I spent most of life in shitty small towns in Alabama, we never even had internet because of how poor we were. When my grandparents adopted us after Mom was unable to care for us because a certain health care program fucked her over so badly and on top of losing her job because of her injury, for once we had a home where we had luxuries like internet. Quotev, my first social media site, introduced me to Hetalia. By then, I was twelve going on thirteen, struggling from the MAJOR transition from South to North, and to having new family who I hadn't seen in years on top of being mercilessly bullied JUST for being Southern to where I had junk chucked at my head by assholes whenever I tried to get to my locker. Hetalia was the first anime I was introduced to (if you don't count Dragonball Z and Hamtaro, which I seen when I was REALLY little on TV. I don't remember much of either) so yeah, it may be cringey to you, but whatever hell you're into right now sure is just as bad.

Yeah, it's 2017, SO GET SOME TASTE OF YOUR OWN AND STOP BULLYING PEOPLE YOU SHITHEAD. Also, you want to talk about taste, sugar? I noticed your username when said aloud, sounded VERY familiar. I remember Dad’s dad (Southern grandpa, in other words) telling me stories of such a creature when I was little, but it’s been a good decade or so since I heard about them, so with a little google search-

Look at your damn username. Naming your blog after a MYTHICAL CREATURE? (As well as something from the White Wolf fandom, so either way, you're a tasteless ass nerd.) 

Look you’re even hostile, just like it! I bet by just going into the wiki page, I can find a whole loto shit that applies to you. You may actually even be a Fomori- Let's see what you look like then based upon your species:

PFFFT. Yeah, you're actually just what I imagined you to look like. @saiyanhero  @diaroon  It’s hilarious, because they were rabbitting on me for having no taste-buuuuuuuut when you pick a creature like this for your blog, then go around bullying people, well, if you’re going to do that don’t dare bring up blog quality, looks and fandoms. Not when the creature you picked is this ^ 

Now that that’s done, let’s take a looksie at their blog, okay? 

Oh, let’s see what’s wrong with this picture:

-NB lez.What's that supposed to mean? I know NB can stand for nonbinary, but the lez part?? I don't want to make assumptions here and assume that's a abbreviation for lesbian.

-Oh dear GOD, the fact you used the term MENTAL to describe yourself.. Yeah, you've proven you're a peice of shit already. I guess people weren't taking you (rightfully) seriously when you claimed to have PTSD because of what some Nazis did to your great grandparents in the concentration camps, so if you thought by putting "mental" this would somehow make you look more legit?? It makes you look more like an edgy twelve year old. If you actually HAVE something (which I bet you don't) then just fucking write it, mate! When most normal people see 'mental', they usually click out of the page, because we know what that edgy shit entails. 

-You're white. Good, because whilst I'm white passing I already posted photos of my Native American mother and grandparents just to prove to bigots like you that I'm actually mixed. So, since you're so FOND of pulling the "I'm Jewish so NANNANA!" card, can I pull the "I'm Mixed, so NANNAA!" card too? IF you want to talk bigotry, you are being a racist shitlord :) and my great grandparents went through just as much hell as yours, sooooooo- (Including the one who went off to fight those damn Nazis.)

-Seventeen, just like me! YAY! 

We can dance! 

We can jive! 

Having the time of our lives! Ooh, see those kids- Watch that scene! Dig in the dancing Queens- Young and sweet Only seventeen-

I'll look into your "read before following" later.

  Oh, so you're in Britain or are you paranoid because you pissed off a few Brits, thus why you want to know who's viewing your blog?SLAM POETRY BANDCAMP?? X'D I'm sorry, but when I first read that I thought "HOLY SHIT THERE'S A CAMP FOR THIS?!" Because holy hell that was golden. So after recovering from laughing. You might want to change where you place your links :') By the way, slam poetry is just Baby's First Rap Battle. 

-Believe in reverse oppression. Uh, I hate to break it to you, but you have no right to be calling it reverse oppression (It's just oppression) BUUUUUT since you want to go there, let me bring up one itty bitty thing that this site deems invalidates you from ANYTHING oppressive:

YOU. ARE. WHITE. Yeah, according to Dumblr, Jewish or not, if you're white then you're automatically more privileged than anyone else! Me, I'm barely scraping by since I'm white passing, but you just outright said you were white, so therefore you're oppressing me :) See how ridicolous this is? Yeah.

-Are truscum/transmedicalist/you know what I mean. Uh, I actually don't. I've heard truscum before but I never knew it's meaning. I'll google it real quick-

OH.. Well that just solidifies that you're a stinky piece of shit.  I guess being Jewish wasn't enough for you, you had to get something else to balance out that whiteness. Being nonbinary is actually okay, but the fact you don't think people need dysphoria to be trans..well, fuck you and everyone who thinks like you. Several of my friends are transgender, one who just came out to me very recently. The one I know has a transphobic family so he's dealing with a lot of bullshit from them as well as people like you!! He can't even transition because of his family and it fucking TEARS HIM DOWN. Then you people say you don't need dysphoria to be trans?? Okay, so what, are you supporting of transtrenders taking up all the hormone pills for transitioning, then them at BEST stop taking the pills because they're getting dysphoria, or at worst, killing themselves because of that?? Pretending that they were transgender but the moment they actually start taking treatment, they regret it?? Wow. Piece of fucking shit confirmed even more so than it has already been.

-are a terf / gender critical / sympathetic w terfs and the like

Okay, at least this part I agree with. However, how do you determine if someone is a terf sympathizer? Do you do it the same way you label people as Nazi sympathizers? Yeah, I bet you do. 

-ship dirkjake (at all), willhannibal, or any other abusive ships (u can shoot me an ask or w/e if ur a survivor and ill take the situ into consideration)

OH MY FUCKING GOSH- Listen kiddo, YOU NEVER take that into consideration!! I already made a post on this before but IF YOU PULL AT THIS AND YET PUT "But this doesn't apply to survivors tho UwU" then I'm sorry, BUT YOU ARE ALREADY HURTING SURVIVORS. Also, not even that you'd "take it into consideration" so what, if the person disagrees with you on something you automatically take away their SA or CSA status? Damn, you truly are one hell of a horrible, nasty ass fomori.

-interact w anyone on this list -interact with kin of dirk from homestuck Er, I'm not into Homesuck but I can tell that whatever this is, you're definitely the crazed one here. If anyone is kin with a fictional character, yeah I get weirded out, but honestly, what do you have against this Dirk fella? 

-i am:

white english i do not experience transmisogyny

Yeah, you don't experience trans-misogyny because you're NOT transgender! You're nonbinary, but not transgender.

and

nonbinary lesbian

Now this got me really confused: How can you be nonbinary and a lesbian? That, and your pronouns said "they/he", so I am assuming 'she' is not part of your identity. When I'm done with this, I'll look it up, because otherwise, it's just..it's not looking good for you.

-nd (autism and trauma stuff etc)

Welcome to the club, buddy! :D I personally have AS (doctor diagnosed), which is on the autism spectrum. As for your trauma, judging from the shit you send, is it because of what the Nazis did to your great grandparents? I'm sorry, that is not actual trauma, it's just you feeling VERY strongly for how they felt. A good part of me is saying that you just self diagnosed, so you don't even have any of what you claim. Another part of me wants to believe you on the autism one at least, but it's a rocky balance.

-working class Same here, buddy, and it's to where my grandparents can't even afford a babysitter for my two little sisters so I have to stay home to watch them all the time while they work.

-if ur in britain and this is ur first time viewing my blog send me an ask telling me who u r and that ur not a threat. (if u wanna be extra kind, click my viewcounter and lmk which one is u)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- Remember what you said on how my blahblahbalhblah instilled to where I thought you and the others were threats??

That was the pot calling the kettle black, YOU JUST ADMITTED YOU THINK PEOPLE ARE THREATS BEFORE THEY EVEN MEET YOU HOLY SHIT- Talk about paranoid, and I thought my paranoia was bad when this truck pulled up alongside me when I was going somewhere so I decided to be safe and run-BAHAHAH! Wow..just wow.

-please identify yourself if youre gonna thoroughly go thru my blog and/or personal tags, it really REALLY stresses me out.

AW, what a little pansy!! People going through YOUR BLOG YOU KEEP UP an the TAGS YOU KEEP OUT IN THE OPEN BY YOUR OWN WILL stresses you out?? Aww!!  Maybe later Mummy can get you a juice box and cookies to help you feel better about it!!

Seriously mate, you do realize that people are doing this without even consulting you?? HOW is it stressful?? Are you worried people will find something you wanted to keep hidden??

What a poor excuse for someone that hails from the UK. 

-im shit at tagging triggers. if theres smth you really need tagging lmk n ill try my best but im forgetful

"Shit at tagging triggers" BRO. All it takes is a FEW SECONDS to type at LEAST "TW".  Nah, you're just really lazy and you don't want to deal with people on your ass about tagging triggers. I mean, you're NOT a decent human being so I don't expect you to understand what a common trigger is.

-i post a lot of fuck knows what. aesthetic? theres some fandom but idk what fandoms but everythings tagged and its mostly aesthetic and memes afaik, i wont put shit i like here bc i never update my theme but like? good omens and That Gay Shit

Generic ass description of what people typically blog. Gotcha.

-blacklist

SO YOU DO HAVE A BLACKLIST! Here's a hint for everything above: USE IT!

Let’s take a look in that list, shall we? 

-tag or die -rare and necessary:

Pfft, sorry but when I saw the title of your blacklist I immediately thought about the "Join or Die" thing that the USA had during the Founding Fathers' era. Not relevant, just something I found hilarious.

-loss -slits Okay, these are typical triggers that do have a lot of relevance, so I won't fault these.

-ketchup (!!!)

Ketchup?? Uh, is it because it looks like blood? Once again not judging the UK's quality of ketchup or if you've ever actually seen blood in your life, so I will let this slide.

-baked beans (!!!) ..........Baked beans? Seriously? Uh, I THINK I have a reason on why this would trigger you, but unfortunately, you would get triggered by me saying it. Either ways, what have baked beans done to you?

-condiments (!!!) - preferably this one over the two above because just mentioning those things can upset me. i know. its weird. fuck off.

Wow, you're one to talk to me about shit, lol. "Wahhh its weird, FUCK OFF M8!" (You in a nutshell) Ketchup I can actually see some people getting upset with, seeing if its not on food and splattered everywhere, it can look like blood depending on how runny it is, the coloring and people who don't see a lot of blood in their life.  What other condiments upset you? Mustard?  (I think I know the reason behind this one too, lol). Mayo? Kind of weird since you're 100% white, but I guess it does look like a body fluid. Relish? Well, it doesn't look like vomit, so I don't know what you have against it.

-repulsion stuff (necessary af): Once again I can agree with this.

-essentially everything and anything sex related i blacklist most tags trifold so ur covered Okay, this I can understand. -other

-dirk strider (i also blacklist #dirk) homestuck dirkjake

..............Okay, like I said I know nothing about the Homestuck fandom, and it seems you hate it too, and it APPEARS that the DirkJake ship is abusive/problematic with you, so I'll let that slide. However what the fuck do you have against one character?

-furry mlp my little pony

Furries, yeah I can see. I'm friends with one, but nobody wants to see two animals at it on their dash. However, MLP? What, are you allergic to friendship or something or feel so miserably lonely because nobody wants to bother being friends with someone like you? I don't blame them honestly.

-stridercest bro strider trypophobia bright red Welp,  I looked up trypophobia..I don't blame you for blacklisting it, that shit is freaky.

-food eating

....................Okay, are you a plant or something?

-catch all

rigdontlook

No idea what those are.

I just took one look at your whole blog..HOLY SHIT people, we got ourselves a contender for Guineapig Kin!! It’s as if Mubz, Guineapig Kin, Morning Star and Lucifer all spliced theirs to make this! This will have to be a whole new post, gdi-