#I just aaaaaaaaaah the idea

[rosesandalfazemas]

The mental image of Port as head of the UK in the chance Eng died and was replaced by a baby is kinda interesting. What would then be the flag? I feel like the flag would change.

[khyann]

An elven prince and human king run into each other at a secret place in the forest

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Been wanting to draw a sort of high fantasy scosage idea for a good while (no joke i started drawing this like a year ago and had to restart cuz my skills improved in that time and now what I had drawn a year before was ugly to me XD)

The idea in this also involved an arranged marriage plot in which Sausage, human king of Mythland is engaged to the younger brother of Rivendell's king. Neither of them are on board with this arrangment specially since they haven't even met. But luck had it that chasing their respective birds the king of Mythland stumbles upon a magnificent elf and the prince of Rivendell stumbles upon a gentle looking human.

Also this one comes with a speedpaint :3

Also i drew sausage with long hair before it was cool 😌

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

I know you're finishing up the last of these and you've probably technically already answered all of them but time got away from me and I meant to send an ask. So only if you feel like answering:

🌀❄️🌤️🌧️💧☔🌪️

No worries! If I have an ask game pinned, that means I’m still doing it (and it was pinned when you sent this) :D

Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

OOOOOOH! HMM.

This is gonna be a short summary because it’s a very new idea lol, but basically, it’s a modern AU! Tommy has just run away from an abusive situation, and he’s waiting for a train in an underground train station. He’s got a friend in the area that he’s trying to get to, hoping that friend will let him stay at his house for a bit :’0

While waiting… well, long story short, Tommy discovers that a ghost haunts the train station! But he’s actually a quite friendly—and very weird—ghost! He and Tommy become friends :)

The ghost is Ghostbur, by the way. Kinda obvious lol

Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing

Wilbur feels really stupid right now—which, he supposes, makes sense. Anyone would feel stupid standing in a…

Well… maybe not everyone would feel stupid? Some people, at least, wouldn’t. Some people do things like this, come to places like this, all the time. Or at least once a week. It’s once a week, right? Something like that. 

Wilbur huffs out a breath, hands in the pockets of his long brown coat and smudged glasses sat atop his nose. People usually dress nicer when they go to a church, don’t they? They wear suits, and ties, and shiny black shoes. 

Wilbur glances down at his own worn footwear, gently lifting one leg. Dirt falls onto the floor, carried by the soles of his shoe from outside. 

Wilbur sighs, setting it back down. He is not fit to be in a church right now. He is most definitely not fit to be in a church right now. 

Hence, the reason he’s feeling stupid. One of the reasons, at least. 

Wilbur slowly lifts his head, dragging his eyes up the purple carpet and onto the stained glass set behind a wooden podium. He can’t really tell what the glass depicts; too many colors and shapes for that. He thinks that someone is kneeling, though. Bent down, head lowered. 

Should I be doing that?

Wilbur clears his throat. The sound seems to echo throughout the (quite small) building, bouncing around the white walls and black pews and all the other stained glass windows that stretch to the ceiling. It makes Wilbur feel small—smaller than the church.

Which makes sense, he thinks with slightly furrowed brows. He is smaller than the church. Obviously. Obviously, he’s smaller than the church. 

But still.

Wilbur closes his eyes, taking a very deep and very long breath. He feels his chest expand, his body rising ever so slightly taller, before the air is let out and his chest gets small and his body goes back to its usual height. He opens his eyes.

Wilbur feels really stupid right now. 

And he’s about to feel a little more stupid. 

“Hello.” The sound of his voice swims around the building, just like his cleared throat from earlier—except this time, the sound is louder. Almost startling, if Wilbur hadn’t known that it was his very own voice and not a stranger’s. 

But Wilbur does know. He does know that it’s his own voice. So it’s not startling. 

Wilbur swallows. “I um… wanted…”

Wanted? That’s not very true, is it? No. No, he never wanted to come here. He was told to come here.

Wilbur swallows again. “I came here, because… I think… it’ll help?”

Help. Help with what? 

“Y’know, just… it’ll help me get better, or something.” Wilbur says this with an almost-smile, gently bending forward before straightening. “I was told it would, at least. Help me. By um… someone.”

He clears his throat again, and wonders how many times someone can clear their throat before it starts hurting, or causes damage. 

He flicks his eyes to the podium. “Do you ever come inside this place, and listen? Or do you just…” He makes a gesture with one hand, pulling it out of his coat pocket. “Stay up there, all the time? Or wherever you reside.”

Silence is his answer.

Wilbur looks away, nodding his head and clucking his tongue. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you’d say. That’s what I thought.”

He blinks. You’re probably being too blunt. Too on the nose. 

“I’m- gosh, what am I even doing?” Wilbur takes a tiny step backwards, looking around. “I don’t- y’know, I haven’t been in a building like this in ages. Not since I was a kid, I don’t think.

“Oh.” Wilbur’s eyes brighten, slightly, and he turns back to the stained glass at the front. “I should talk about that, probably. I probably should. My history, with places like these, I mean.”

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Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP

“Yes!” The man answered eagerly, nodding. “Yesterday! Yesterday was a very eventful day for me—for everyone, judging by the massive hole in L’manburg and how sad everyone looks.”

He said that with a happy lilt in his voice, like he was discussing a new pet. 

Phil began to notice how the man’s voice sounded; high-pitched and scratchy. Not smooth and deep-toned. 

The icy burn in Phil’s chest flickered again. “It, uh… eventful. Yes. It was… it was very eventful. That’s one word for it.”

The man brightened, opening his mouth and beginning to chatter about something Phil had no interest in listening to.

All Phil heard was high-pitched, scratchy. 

All he heard was the sound of something wrong. 

All he heard was someone who didn’t sound like his son.

And yet: 

“Wil?” Phil said it in a whisper, in a breath, the words leaving his chest and taking with it his supply of oxygen. His throat tightened. 

The man went quiet, the smile finally leaving his face in a soft drop, like a curtain closing. He tilted his head slightly. “Hello. Philza, I am very dead.”

The bluntness was enough to shock some air back into Phil’s lungs, and he gulped shakily. “W-what?”

“I’m dead!” The man repeated, tinged with something bright and sharp and almost searing. “You killed me yesterday, remember? That was why- that was why I said yesterday was eventful! That was why!” In a bubbly chuckle, he’d added, “It’s not everyday that someone dies—in this server, I mean. I’m not sure about other servers. Phil, you’ve been to other servers, haven’t you? Do lots of people die in those servers?”

“You- you’re-“ 

The man—dead man, not alive, not alive. Not alive?—watched with wide eyes as Phil stuttered, licked his lips, tried to speak. “You’re… you said you… died?”

“Oh yes! I died, and now I’m dead but still here, but I think I sound different and everyone looks at me like I did something horrible and some of them look like they hate me.” The man blinked, putting on a smile at once. “I’m a ghost!”

And that was when Phil realized; the voice, the skin, the sweater, the smile. The way the man—ghost—stood just a little taller than Phil, and Phil didn’t have to turn his head up to make eye contact. Phil could just turn his eyes up, and not his head. 

That wasn’t right. His son was much taller than this. 

Phil swallowed, and the icy burn in his chest went out in a horrible painless snuff. “What’s your name?”

The dead man stared at him, and he smiled again. “My name is Ghostbur!”

Phil should not have let himself hope.

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Share something angsty from your WIP

"You just shot a tree instead of the target, Tommy!" Wilbur's voice turns sharp like saltwater, and Tommy shuts his mouth. 

Wilbur takes a deep breath through his nose—it's loud, and that's how Tommy can tell it's from his nose and not from his mouth—and comes to a stop. He's right in front of Tommy, several feet away, and the wind is blowing at his coat and making his hair dance a little bit, across his forehead. "You're not good with a bow. That's the simple truth, Tommy. You're not."

Wilbur's voice isn't saltwater anymore; it's back to being river water, all smooth and cold and filled with weird things like wet leaves and mud. Tommy prefers this to the saltwater, but he thinks that Wilbur's voice used to be different, still. Maybe not like water at all. Maybe just like Wilbur, and nothing else. 

Tommy realizes he’s been standing still for several seconds, so he shifts his feet, sniffing. “Well. What do you want me to do about it?”

Wilbur blinks, eyes narrowed just a little bit. “Get better. That’s what I’m helping you with. Now,” Wilbur takes a few backwards steps, back to where he’d been standing before Tommy shot an arrow into a tree. “Try again.”

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Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen

I'll do you one better and share both >:)

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When he steps forward and presses his lips to hers, the sun shines directly into his eyes, and he closes them. He wants to stay like this forever. Even if he can't see. 

Like Eurydice and Orpheus, he thinks. 

When Sally pulls away, Wilbur feels a weight in his arms. When he looks down, he sees Fundy settled in them. The baby is nearly asleep, limp with eyes mostly-closed. He's wearing a light blue onesie. He's adorable. 

When Wilbur looks back up, Sally has taken several steps back. He opens his mouth to call her back, but closes it. 

Sally shakes her head, smiling through tears. "If I stay any longer, I'll never leave."

If you stay any longer, I won't let you.

Wilbur doesn't say that. He merely presses his lips together and tries to smile. Fundy is feather-light in his arms. 

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Ghostbur begins to hum, quietly, as he works on bandaging Tommy’s arm. Tommy can’t tell what song Ghostbur is humming, but it sounds nice; soft and gentle and all that. Maybe Ghostbur made it up. 

“Tommy?”

Tommy takes a breath, straightening his back a little bit (it’s starting to get sore). “Yeah?”

“How did you hurt yourself?”

“I already told you, Ghostbur.”

Ghostbur is quiet for a few moments. 

Tommy turns his head, just a little bit, so he can see his friend. “You forgot?”

“Don’t- don’t look.” Ghostbur quickly pulls one hand away from the bandage, pushing it into Tommy’s face and forcing his head away. “I don’t want you to look.”

“Fine, fine.” Tommy breathes in, deep. “I fell.”

“Fell from what?” Ghostbur’s voice is friendly, conversational. Not a bit of malice or that wrinkled-lip-ness that sometimes makes it’s way through voices. 

Come to think of it, Tommy doesn’t think that Ghostbur has ever sounded like that. Mean, that is. 

“A little, y’know. A tower.”

“Oh.” Ghostbur’s fingers prod along Tommy’s arm, but it’s gentle, so Tommy doesn’t yelp or anything. “Why did you jump off a tower?”

At this, Tommy feels his face burn. “I was… I was trying to do something.”

“Trying to do what?”

“Quit asking so many questions, man! Jeez! You’re proper annoying me right now.”

“Were you trying to do a water bucket clutch?”

Tommy opens and closes his mouth. He doesn’t say anything—can’t say anything, really. How did he-

“Tommy, that was not a very smart thing to do.”

“Oh, shut up! You’re just saying that because-“

“Hold still.”

Tommy grumbles, holding himself steady even though he desperately wants to stand up and smack Ghostbur on the face.

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Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Mmm… I’d really want to write a super long one-shot about Wilbur and Phil, and how they slowly and painstakingly heal after Wilbur is revived… but that’s a very Big Project, and I’m not sure if I’ll get around to it :’(

But I do have ideas for a few scenes!!

Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags

I’ll go with my chicken au (I will not elaborate)

(I messed up on one of the tags lol)

[chris-prank]

stumbled across ur blog and love ur writing sm!! i have such a thing for pathetic yanderes…. ty for ur service 🙏🙏🙏

wouldn’t it be funny if hero reader and dr. seraph met at some random place outside of hero’s “working hours”?? like what if they both just happen to be waiting in the hour line DMV line and hero reader is in their casual clothes (sweats or something) and notices first and is like shitshitshitshitshitshit LOLLLLL

It's an honor for me to serve the fans of pathetic yanderes 🫡

I realize that I didn’t specify it in the first part of Dr. Seraph story, but he actually never got thrown in jail! Also, in my head, this world has cartoon superhero logic, so no one can recognize Dr. Seraph when he is not in his crazy scientist attire. So in this situation I imagine Vincent being the one recognizing the hero, either it’s because he had stalked them before or their identity is widely known. Despite that, your idea has so much potential for funny and awkward moments, I love it!

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He had lost count on how long he had been waiting. 40 minutes? One hour? He didn’t really care anymore. Compared to his criminal life, waiting in line at the DMV was a pleasant breeze. Thinking of the breeze, he had luckily brought his white cardigan, which now protected him from the morning cold.

His fingers mindlessly ran over the golden feathers embroidered on the sleeves as he stared at some rocks on the ground, lost in thought.

“Excuse me?”

A voice called out to him. Pulled from his reverie, Vincent turned his head while answering.

“Y-yes?”

That’s when he was met with you. The love of his life hero who has been fighting him and his boss for years. There you were, in your civilian clothes, waiting in the same line as him!

OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT. WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE? DID THEY RECOGNIZE ME? AAAAAAAAAAH!

Many more obscenities were silently screamed in his mind as he stared at you, his face quickly turning red as a tomato. He was so absorbed by his internal panic that he didn’t even register what you had told him. You were surely warning him to not make any sudden moves and to put his hands up.

“I’m s-so sorry, b-but I didn’t quite catch what you said…”

“I just wanted to tell you that I really like your cardigan, the embroidery on the sleeves are so cute.” Your eyes darted away from him and he swore your face got a little flushed as you repeated yourself.

Was he hallucinating? Did the years of working with toxic chemicals finally affected his brain? He stood there, his mouth agape. If you hadn't noticed how red the man was before, you surely did notice now.

“I love your sweatpants!” He blurted out.

There was an awkward silence for a few milliseconds, as Vincent realized the words that had flown out of his mouth, “N-Not em everyone can pull them off…”

“Really?” You chuckle gently, “I’m glad you think so… Actually when I saw your cute outfit I got a little self conscious about my “no effort day” fit.”

“What?! But you always look good no matter what you wea— I mean, I’m sure you do… not that I would know eh eh…”

Wow, he was really making it worse for himself wasn’t he? At that moment, he wanted to sink into the ground and disappear… Now that he thought about it, he should try to create something that allows him to do that.

After some more chatting, you shook his hand and excused yourself for bothering him. He told you not to be sorry and that he was happy he got to talk to you, for no particular reason of course.

As Vincent continued to wait for his turn to come up, he opened and closed his fist. He mentally noted to scrape off the bit of your DNA that was left on his palm, back at his laboratory, as a souvenir.

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I hope you didn’t mind me slightly switching things up and liked my response! 🙏🏻

[technically-a-kiwi]

I'm so sick of this, IT'S SHIT 😭😭😭

SERIOUSLY, WHY CAN'T I DO IT ?!WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT UGLY ASS PALETTE, IT LOOKS LIKE A BLOODY COTON BALL, I HATE IT, IT'S NOT THAT HARD, AAAAAAAAAAH 😡😵‍💫😡😵‍💫😡😵‍💫

Sigh, okay I calmed down... Thank you to all people who gave suggestions and ideas... I'll take a break from this pile of flesh... It's driving me NUTS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫.

If you have better suggestions for colors or design please share them... I'm all ears. I think you'll be better at it... I'm not as much as a fake pep fan than some of you... You know more than me...

Here's the original sketch

Every scar/opened wound is a mouth. His bird like wings aren't actually made out of feathers, it's just a huge blob that's meant to be shaped like a wing. Those weird wings that aren't bird like are meant to look like insect wings (kind of like a dragon fly). He's meant to be a weird pile of flesh, he doesn't glow, he somehow managed to break the laws of physics and fly. I'll expand on his story when I'll finalize the design.

He's not friendly at all, REALLY not at all... everything in him is nightmare fuel (I'm sure I'm gonna have nightmares about designing him 😵‍💫) he casually turn people into tomato paste and absorbe them so he can look more angel like (don't ask me how it works), he's kind of a sadist, and he destroy pizzas for fun. I let you guess if he has beef with angel pep.

Dear god... I spent all day on this... I want to go to bed 😭

[milevenstancyendgame]

Hello :) i'm here for some stancy headcanon-stuff!

Robin&Vickie and Steve&Nancy have a double date together after they defeat Vecna and life is back to normal. Where all have silly fun together and how Robin and Steve tease each other about how Steve always knew since the beginning that Vickie is the right girl for Robin. Just like Robin knew and felt, that Steve and Nancy belong together.

Steve and Nancy have finally their missed romantic dance together, since they didn't have the chance at the snow ball back then. Maybe even while "their" song Africa by Toto is playing.

Steve and Nancy say their iconic lines to each other, but this time it's the other way around: "You're beautiful, Steve Harrington", after Nancy realized how handsome Steve is. From the inside and outside. "You're an idiot, Nancy Wheeler" after Nancy did or said something funny/goofy. Learning from him how to relax more. :)

Steve and Nancy are travelling with an Rv, similar to the one we saw in season 4. They're going on many adventures together, exploring different beautiful places, like the ones, Steve mentioned in the last season. They are enjoying each others company and have a great, romantic time, like watching the sunset on a beach. Being "the most important part" in their mutual dream. And when the time feels right, everything can be possible... maybe even some little nuggets.

Steve and Nancy sitting next to each other in her room and are smiling about the love letter Steve wrote to Nancy back then, after she found it again. And while doing so, Steve says, that he knew since the beginning that she is the one for him. And Nancy reveals that she couldn't throw the letter away, even after all these years, because it was too important to her.

Maybe i could give you some Inspiration. :)

Omg, these are all so beautiful, ASDFGHJKL - thank you so much!🥹🥰💗

Seriously, I can't say which one is my favourite. I also headcanon Stancy and Rovickie going out together after all is safe again. Steve even suggested something like this to Nancy in the Creel house, though of course he never would have imagined it to be a double date.

Ah, and I love the idea of Steve and Nancy having a very belated Snow Ball dance! I forgot in which scene "Africa" was playing, but it sure fits them!

Steve wrote Nancy a love letter?!😳???????? When? How? Where? What did I miss here?🤯

Aaaaaaaaaah, and the swapping of their lines! I love it!!!!😍😍😍🫠🫠🫠

And of course travelling together - I really loved how Steve describing his dream in s4 painted a perfect opposite picture to the loveless marriage of Nancy's parents, which Jonathan painted as her fate if she stuck with Steve, during their argument in s1. It's also beautiful for Steve to share this vulnerable side of him with her, when in s2 he talked about ending up working for his father, in a defeated way.

I definitely wanna do something with these, probably more than I have time for, but the wheels are turning!😁🙏❤️

[ultfreakme]

Saw someone unironically describe Netflix Kataang as crumbs like um. Do we even know what crumbs mean anymore? Sure they weren’t hugging each other 24/7 like in the original but they were very much romantic-coded in the interactions that they had.

They were definitely being far more subtle about things, I liked the idea of both of them being grief-struck and helping each other find purpose and hope and that part is really obvious throughout NATLA.

Like, Katara obviously has her trauma and fears, but Aang helps her embrace her bending and through that, helps her come into her own. But the saddest part is Aang is so caught up in his own grief and loss that he doesn't see the positive impact he has on Katara. He keeps thinking no one wants him, there's no place for him, but without him Katara wouldn't have gotten her water whip and she wouldn't have gotten the chance to learn and fight and grow. Aang is also obviously attached to Katara, he doesn't want her to get hurt and he often listens to her(THE ENDING, THE FREAKING MOON AND OCEAN PARALLELS AAAAAAAAAAH).

Again, people keep complaining there's too much show not tell but when the adaptation does the showing...it goes over people's heads???? There's plenty of Kataang going on as just a relationship, though it's not overtly romantic fully yet.

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

Yap anon here again!! Also don't worry about the timing of the reply, just go with your pace 🫶

ALSO AAAAAH??? I TOTALLY MISSED THAT DESCRIPTION OF FACIAL EXPRESSION. DAMMIT MC I'M JEALOUS TOO AAAAAAAAAAH PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE D E S C R I B E THEIR FACES!!! though I do also enjoy the mysteriousness behind it aodklaks I can't choose but I'll eat any crumbs of the twins and face reveal would be very MUCH welcomed

Also!! I'm not sure have you known about this already but my Luke and Kieran brainrot has reached me checking all of their names in diff language so here it is!!

Luke

JP: アキラ Akira

KR: 서준 Seojun

CN: 薛明 Xueming

Kieran

JP: カゲト Kageto

KR: 서훈 Seohun/Seohoon

CN: 薛影 Xueying

AND LIKE AAA? I don't know the deeper meaning between their KR names, but their JP AND CN NAME!!! Now I don't actually know CN as a language, but I do know JP AND!!! THEIR NAME!!! LUKE'S MEANT LIGHT AND KIERAN'S MEANT SHADOW!! And because I'm able to read kanji, I notice the "明(ming)" in Xueming name is the kanji of Bright/Light while the "影(ying)" in Xueying is the kanji of Shadow/Phantom and I've just been crying ever since??? 😭😭😭

Pretty late to the brainrot but lastly I did do a quick google of their EN name and the name Luke means "light-giving." While Kieran means “little dark one” or “black-haired.” and I'm just 🥲🥲🥲🥲 Your honor I love them

I genuinely wonder are these names something they made themselves, something Sylus came up with, a genuine name or a code name, or is it the names their parents give or something like AAAAA SO MANY POSSIBILITIES??? 😭😭😭

Another brainrot I've been having is THE TWINS AS YOUR BATTLE COMPANION...... It's impossible but we could always dream

LIKE IMAGINE BATTLING ALONGSIDE WITH THEM??? EITHER BOTH OF THEM TOGETHER SO WE CREATE A TRIO OR INDIVIDUALLY WITH JUST ONE OF THEM ALDKLAKDKAKS????

THE TWINS RESONATING WITH US?? THE TWINS SHIELDING AN ATTACK FROM US?? THE TWINS DIALOGUES WHILE BATTLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

"Watch your step, Miss Hunter"

"Boss will be mad if we're this sloppy"

"Why are you so far? Are we playing cat and the mouse?"

"We'll give you the honor of the last hit"

Like ALDJALDJSJAHHAHA I would've faint.

Also yes I'm very much looking forward to the Luke and Kieran bit in your kinktober like 🥹🥹🥹

WAAHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I HAD NO IDEA ABOUT THEIR JAPANESE NAMES AT ALL... BUT I WAS TOTALLY THINKING THEIR CN NAMES FIT THEM SO WELL 😭😭😭 the direct comparison between luke being light and kieran being darkness... it's so INTERESTING!!!!! it's also so oddly attuned to the way they act, and the fact that luke is the older one??? like that's INSANE and it feels like SO much thought was put into their names throughout all dubs, which. it makes me so curious why that is..... definitely the possibility of them not even being their real names is suler viable, i want to know so badlyyyyy the history they have with sylus !! it's never felt , not even once, that their loyalty is out of just fear over how powerful sylus is.... there's so much more there waaagh i'm so curious,, me it's me, i totally put "more luke and kieran content please" in the survey's suggestion box ✋✋✋✋

and anonie i'm. i will CRY BC I CAN HEAR THEM SAYING THOSE LINES SO CLEARLY IN MY HEAD HFJSNGBSKGJS IVE NEVER NEEDED SOMETHING SO BAD IN MY LIFE......... the resonating, the shield actions... THE LINES OF CONCERN THAT BORDERLINE TEASING HHFJSNGNJSKF im gonna sob and think about this everyday now

[miramelo]

U guys have NO IDEA how much art I have that I don't post just because I feel like I could do better, so much Kai ninjago, Danny fenton, rottmnt and trolls(dreamworks) related fanart that I don't know when I will share it (if at all)

SO MANY TROLLS AUS AND DCXDP AUS AAAAAAAAAAH

I did do the art for the white coffin au that I promised to do, I just didn't post it

I WILL FIGHT MYSELF IF I HAVE TO SO I CAN SHARE MORE ART!!

[plaindangan]

Kirumommy totes need to help kaede find ideas to tease shuichi and make him pew pew his pants~! (kaede paid over 1 Billion)

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"Th-thank you, your majesty for the...more than generous donation." Kirumi said, bowing at the feet of the regal voluptuous woman. Queen Kaede Akamatsu of the esteemed Harmonia Kingdom. Lovingly referred as 'Cowede' by her loyal subjects for her fondness of wearing cow themed apparel.

"Ohohoho~" Cowede's graceful laugh echo throughout her golden chamber, practically shaking the room with its power and given Kirumi a blessing as she got to see her wide 'royal udders' shake and jiggle a bit from the display. "Think nothing of it! There's no price to pay for someone's who served me loyally...and for the problem at hand for me!"

"Ah, yes, you want to make Shuichi...ejaculate in his pants did you not?" A predatory smile appeared on Cowede's face. "Yes!!! But not just little squirts!! I want him to gush! To blow! To absolutely ruin those pants of his~ Until they're absolutely stained and unusuable!!! I need new ideas to get some fresh milk from him~" By the end of things, not only was Cowede drooling, but her tits had begun to leak milk - drenching her own bra - and Kirumi could swore it was the same situation concert her bikini bottom.

"Is that so...if it's a request then I'll do it to the best of my abilities? There are numerous solutions to your problems. For example, you could try clothed handjobs-"

"Done that."

"Perhaps a strip sho-"

"Done that, too~"

"Twerking?"

"I always do that~"

"I have a number for a good hypnotist and her establi-"

"Yep, even tried hypnosis~"

"...Whispering until he can't handle it anymore?"

"Done it~"

So clearly her majesty has been around the block for a good while and the more Kirumi rattled off options, the more clear it was that the Queen's own libido and vast experience had very much dwarfed the maid's expectations and possibilities. After a few minutes of this, Kirumi fell silent and pondered anything that could be left.

Unaware that, during this time, Cowede had taken a shining to her maid's 'physical' side, such as her own big bust that threatened to make her dress shirt pop open, and those curvy hips of her's was nothing to sneeze at as well~

"...Kirumi?"

"Yes, your majesty?"

"How would you like to make another billion yen?~"

*

When Shuichi was to be called into the royal chambers he would be instantly greeted by the Queen herself, glomping onto his left side and burying his face into her soft mega tits. In the past, that probably would have been enough to get him cream himself right then and there, but instead all it did now was just make him extremely flustered. Yet, he could handle it...

What he couldn't quite handle was another woman altogether latching on to him from the right side. Dressed in a similar cowprint bikini as Cowede, Kirumi (or should it be Kowrumi?) began to stroke at his chest and smush his face inbetween her large tits~

"Welcome to my quarters, my dear Sweetheart~ Hope you don't mind my dear Kowrumi joining in on the fun for tonight, hm? Are you enjoying yourself?"

"A-aaaaaaaaaah~"

"Hm?" Kowrumi's fingers trailed downwards to Shuichi's pants. Yep, they were absolutely soaked. "You were right. Master Saihara would eja-, ah, cum himself if I were to do this. Your wisdom was right as always, my Queen."

"Ohohohoho~ You just get these things after a while, my dear. Now...care to help me coax some more 'milk' from our guest of honor?~"

"It would be my pleasure~" Pulling down his pants, both women - queen and maid - got to work getting milk from that hung, wet, cock the only appropriate way they knew how: by rubbing their oiled up big boobs all over the aching thing until he exploded all over their awaiting faces and mouths.

For the Queen of Harmonia, and someone who get paid in interest, this was money well spent~

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

GUYS

SUDDEN INSPIRATION

I WANNA WRITE A BALLET CLASS FIC W/ GWEN 😭

CMON I CAN’T RESIST THE ‘he was a punk, she did ballet’ BUT MAKE IT WLW AND THE PUNK ALSO DOES BALLET AND FALLS IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER (more disciplined) GRACEFUL ELEGANT BALLERINA AAAAAAAAAAH

Maybe there’s some petty arguments n shit bc Gwen got the part of Clara from the Nutcracker or Odette in Swan Lake idk

OR OMG READER’S ODETTE, GWEN’S ODILE

odile gets in the way of prince seigfried loving odette & breaking the curse and there’s a sad ending ❌

the ballerinas dancing odile and odette fall in love and the guy dancing prince siegfried is their no.1 supporter (or just isn’t there at all idk) ✅

this is basically writing itself in my head WHY DO I ONLY GET GOOD IDEAS RIGHT BEFORE FINALS 😭

[goldensunset]

girl I had no idea how much gen 6 truly meant to me until I actually sat down to watch the trailer. literal tears in my eyes with gleeful giggling. like yeah it was my first game but i wasn't expecting to be so overcome by it all

girl i haven’t even played gen 6 and i am vibrating intensely. like i am SO HAPPY for you all i love seeing every existing kalos fan celebrate it’s just like aaaaaaaaaah love and joy festival on here

[destinationtoast]

aaaaaaaaaah I'm reading Babel and it's just SO GOOD and I keep waiting for it to disappoint me but I'm 2/3 of the way through and I'm beginning to suspect it might actually just be a great book??

I think I keep being surprised in part because I didn't like some of the books it's being compared to. e.g., I liked some of what Jonathan Strange was trying to do in theory, but in practice I found it dreadfully dull. Babel is not dull; quite the opposite. it was slower at first, and the pace has increased to nearly breakneck in the section I'm in now, but I was never bored.

in case you have no idea what the book is about, though...

do you like language and etymology and thinking about how many things don't quite translate from one language to another?

do you like magic school stories with orphan protagonists who build a tight knit cohort of friends?

do you like magical alternate histories?

do you like extremely cool magic systems and good world-building?

do you like characters and friendships that can easily be interpreted as queer? (not to say there's necessarily no canonical queerness... just saying there's ambiguity and potential to revel in)

do you like fiercely anti-colonialist tales that do not leave a bad taste in your mouth -- but that somehow still also allow you the wonder of seeing 1830's Oxford through the romantic eyes of new students, (even if those scholars aren't white and suffer some because of it)?

I love those things and am finding this deeply satisfying so far. and even if i don't end up enjoying the ending, I'll still be very glad to have read it.

[raisinchallah]

oh my god i love television the way the greater good somehow manages to set up like soooo much about like the entire show and u can see echoes of it in so many episodes and all it sets up is eventually paid off its such a pivotal shift in their relationship the first step to being more equal like the way even just episode structure it starts out comedic and gets more and more serious mimicking gabrielles own arc thru the season and beyond like the instant echoing of one of them must try and save the other getting mirrored immediately in is there a doctor in the house and of course one against an army xenas dying wish to be buried at home beside her brother and then in one against an army gabrielle says she wants to be buried next to xenas family because thats how close they have become and change over the two seasons aaaaaaaaaah and that what pushes gabrielle to be xena for the episode is callisto!!! literally all callistos wanted is to see gabrielle become like her and xena make her just as dark and violent as they are and that this is what gabrielle must endlessly wrestle with and this being gabrielle wrestling with the idea of xena the legend and how to be that but also who xena the person is and then my god the ending where gabrielle suddenly was able to fight off ten men just to try and bring xenas body back home her greatest display of violence and strength never seen before on the show and its soooo eerily similar to her fight in ides of march aaaaaaaah literally television

[white-collar-cannibal]

i basically typed my live reactions in to the ask box lmfao sorry

THE PART WHERE THEYRE LOOKING AT HIS FACE FOR THE FIRST(?) TIME AND SEEING THEIR DEATH AUUUUUAUAUAUUUUAUAU some of these lines /vpos

niki. niki. what are you doing niki. what are you doing niki

nooo frank :(( "how easily his bones could be yours" holy fucking shit i got chills /vpos

chutzpah!!! yiddish my beloved <3

not them making hetch fucking laugh omfg

"“Hey, don’t get a big head. They only put you on all the marketing because you’re pretty.” i'm gonna kill myself aaaaaaaaaah it's ramping up the lie is being taken-

the bit about breathing hetch's exhaled air oh my fucking god that was so good

UGRH i love the fact that ranboo hates what theyre doing, wishes they didnt, hates that hetch might be attracted to them, but theyre still doing it because of that god damn guilt, it's always the guilt, for what they think theyve done

OH MY GOD THE KISS I FUCKING SCREAMED

that scene was so- beautifully pulled off omfg. like as opposed to an actual romance, where the tension builds, and you're rooting 'kiss kiss kiss,' it was sudden, you could tell they didn't want to, but felt they had to, and the whole way that was written spoke to that and it was fucking amazing

also the fact that theyre embarassed is vvvv interesting... this entire concept makes me feral

ohhhhh my godddd the next bit. author (idk your name?? white collar? lmao sorry) i do not even know how to tell you how incredibly well done that was. ranboo fuckin- thinking about how they would kill hetch, as he kisses them, I CANNOT COHERENTLY EXPRESS HOW GOOD THAT IS YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA

anyway. god damn. ranboo is an amazing actor. i almost feel bad for hetch. almost. (i am afraid for what will happen to them this entire dynamic is so gloriously fucked up i adore it a bit too much)

the other actors are going to find out at some point and it's going to be horrible i just know it

i cannot imagine what can possible happen in the eight-ish remaining chapters but i am sure it will be devastating and incredible and i am going to be here for it

there were other things i was going to say but i forgot them. OH RIGHT just that this fic is my new hyperfixation yippeee kudos to you again for writing it!

—afternoon anon

eeeeeeeeeeee thank you!!!!!!! i can never abandon this fic now you people depend on me. i'm so glad that other people love this fic as much as i do writing it.

and the guilt!!!! you get it it's the guilt forever!!!! guilt is so incredibly tied into how i read glanboo and it's very fun to put them in a Situation where like. king is the guilt helping. is this really the right idea or are you just trying to hurt yourself.

and the kiss scene oh my god that hurt to write i was going "i'm CRINGE i'm CRINGE" the entire time but the violent interstitials were absolutely my favorite bit i loved the realization they could go there it's. chef's kiss i'm so glad other people liked that.

there may??? only be six additional chapters? no one look at me i'm working things out. but nevertheless we are going some Places i am so excited to take y'all to!!!

(as what will be a perpetual aside the seeing your death thing is pulled from p.219 of harrow the ninth, "Ianthe looked at you, and in the paleness of her skin and in the shadows of her lips was her death, and yours.")

[sebscore]

ive been having the biggest little leclerc and ollie brain rot all weekend (especially today for some reason) due to ollie’s baku takeover so

one of the main things i cant stop thinking about is them basically soft launching with his wink at the podium being the first thing that kind of thing that make people speculate and then like the anon who talking about them going on picnics and reading together, they would post about either one their stories and people would just connect the dots like this has been on my mind all weekend😭

gonna end this with saying that i love 💤anon for bringing up the picnic idea because i genuinely cannot stop thinking about it now

nah same dude 😭😭 all the ollie asks have made me think so much about them and AAAAH that specific ask didn’t help at all !!!

as soon as little leclerc posts anything about eating oakberry on her insta story, everyone will know who she’s dating 😭😭😭😭 AAAAAAAAAAH THEYRE TOO CUTE AND YOURE NOT HELPING ME

BRB GONNA WRITE AN ENTIRE FIC ABOUT THE BAKU WEEKEND NOW 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻