#I should have a seperate tag for these three

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yeahhIdk how to do doodles but here whist I finish said fic and comic I aforementioned quite a few days ago

these were a few doodles I had on my sketchbook but yeah

close ups ft less confusions under cutliving kin au

[an-theduckin]

Wait shit people might actually care about me

[grapecaseschoices]

meet my @/infamous-if mcs

Ori Zhou, lead singer of Gains 

fc: Chella Man

Potential RO(s): Inadvertently romancing ValenReign (what happens when you and your wife fall in love with the puppy himbro with good intentions)

age*: 26; height: 5′10″

Genre: Electronic, indie pop, power pop 

Band/Music Flavor: Gympop; Himbro punk rock (”100 Bad Days” by AJR, “Stacey’s Mom” by Fountain of Wayne, “My Own Worst Enemy” by Blink 182, “Teeth” by 5SOS, “Shut up and Dance” by WALK THE  MOON)

Style:  It isn’t that different on stage and off stage. Colorful t-shirts, hoodies, cargo shorts. Overalls. Sleeveless shirts. He likely wears nicer graphic shirts over his a-shirt when performing / meeting fans. 

Bisexual

transgender, genderqueer (he/him)

has cochlear implants, communicates in english and asl. 

Alana Carita, lead singer of Promised Promises

fc: Zion Moreno

Potential RO(s): 7 Lawless. (what happens when you realise that the ex-best friend whose guts you hate may have(?) always been in love with you)

age: 27; height: 5′11

Genre: Country (TexMex/Tejano influneces), Folk (pop & indie influences) 

Music/Band Flavor: Yearning; The Soft Rock That Played During Your Mom’s (and yours) Favorite Romanic Moments In Films (”Ashes” by Lindi Ortega, “Crying” by Veronique Medrano, “I Was Born To Love You” by Ray LaMontagne and Sierra Ferrell, “Wheres’ My Love” (Acoustic) by Symyl, “The Story” by Brandi Carlile)

Style: A dollop of romantic academia, a sprinkle of quirky, a cup of romantic cottagecore, a handful of pink and general pastels, with 1940/50s silhoutte and 1990s flair. There’s a lean to the bows, flowers, and frills on stage giving a sort of faerie tale aesthetic. 

Sevensexual.  

transgender, nonbinary (she/her)

Layla “Lala” Sandoval, lead singer of DramaWhore.

fc: Francia Raisa

Potential RO(s): August Pierce (what happens when you try to mind your business and the music but fal for the dryly sarcastic lowkey adrenaline junkie?)

age*: 28, height: 5′4″

Genre: PENDING

Music/Band Flavor: PENDING

Style: Similar to Ori’s. She is a big fan of overside hoodies, especially hoddies with slogans on them. Enjoys graphic tees, (at times baggy) jeans, short shorts. Has leather jackets, loves them. And that’s more the persona and vibe on stage; the ‘fits are tighter. It gives less homebody or out for a hike and more Latine bred in NY and serving street fashion (baddie with a hint of skater)

Queer

nonbinary (they/them)

 Bethany Josnel “BJ” Coleman, lead singer of (TBD)

fc:  Giveon Dezmann Evans

Potential RO(s): Orion Quinn (what happens when you notice the pining despite your very  best efforts.)

age: 27, height: 5′9″ 

Genre: Alternative R&B, Soul, Soft Pop

Music/Band Flavor: Sexy Stylish Swipe Right Jams; Modern Knightly Devotion (”bend yr” ear by Son Little, “Fall In Love With You”  by Montell Fish, “Lovely” by Billie Eilish  ft.  Khalid,  “Best Part” by Daniel Caesar ft. HER, “Moonlight” by Kali Uchis) 

Style: Grandpa-core (brown oxfords, light slacks/dark khakis, button up, and sweater, a watch that has roman numerals). On stage PENDING (but something like this; when Prince and a marching band member had a baby and it’s the Darkling)

Queer (preference  men)

cisgender (he/him) 

[whousestypewriters]

──── ୨ৎ THE RESTARAUNT — GRAYSON HAWTHORNE + READER ‧₊˚

a/n: and i drop this bombshell a MONTH after posting the last part. sorry for the wait my beautiful children ! a warning for a drunk guy being gross but thats it <33 unedited btww

[part one] i'm a fan [part two] the book club [part three] red was the carpet

"sit your ass down right now," alya smiles, her voice deceptively sweet as she tries to convince you to stay for this dinner. "i do not give one flying fu-"

"alya!" max's voice calls out from across the restaurant, alya seemingly forgetting that she's trying to coerce you into a seat, leaps up from her chair and rushes across the floor to throw her arms around her friend.

they start talking at a excessively fast pace as alya drags max, who drags xander, who pulls avery, who is holding hands with jameson, who is grinning at grayson standing a few feet away.

they move like a chain, wounding around tables and chairs, dodging waiters until they reach you, who is only now realising why alya wanted a big table tonight.

"hi y/n," max smiles and gives you a hug squeezing you a little more tightly than considered okay. she's up to something, same with alya, she's avoiding eye contact.

"okay everybody! sit! sit! dinner cannot wait!" alya announces to the group amidst the greetings, pulling out a chair and shoving you into it.

"more like you're hungry and you want to eat," you mutter as she pats your shoulder.

"damn straight, nothing should seperate a girl from her food."

"you have you're priorities right girl," max chuckles and sits down in her chair next to xander.

it was this moment, when you realised that grayson had not yet sat down, and that the only available chair was the one next to yours. and from the shit eating grins on every bodies faces they are all aware that it is the only chair left.

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user1 i think... yeah no... i think i just died

user2 you look STUNNING

user3 i can see it now... grayson is onto something

user4 U CAN ONLY SEE IT NOW???

alya.green uh huhh... no wife mention i see

user5 spill the tea now

user6 wife??? what are you talking abouttt

user7 she's prob talking abt herself bc she's so wifey

graysonhawthorne it was a nice nice wasnt it?

user8 this is not a drill.... HES IN THE COMMENTS OH MY GODD

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dinner had been served and the conversation had been flowing freely when it happened. avery was smiling at jameson as he whispered sweet somethings into her ear, staring adoringly at her. max, xander and ayla were in a deep conversation about libby and nash and how they were missing out on this drama.

grayson, was being grayson. quiet and stoic occasionally stealing glances at you. he had left for the bathroom when it happened.

"well hey there pretty girl," a slurred voice comes from beside you, and you feel a disgustingly warm presence beside you. "what are you doing here all alone?"

"i'm clearly not alone," you deadpan motioning around to the full table.

"but you are alone for me," he slurs leaning towards you.

"if you don't remove yourself from my seat in the next five seconds, you will be forcibly removed," the cold voice brings a wave of relaxation over you.

never once had you thought you would feel this comforted over a voice, but here you are.

"relax man i'm just talking to my girlfriend here," the freak tries to grab your wrist but you slap it away.

"if you ever talk about my wife that way again, you will not live to see the light of day."

ok.

um.

yeah.

no.

you're not okay.

"so step away from this table and get out of my line of sight now. and don't even think about coming near me or her ever again." the man scrambles away his suit crumpled and the strong waft of alcohol leaving.

his words - even under false pretences - make butterflies erupt in your stomach. and you think, you think, that being grayson hawthorne's wife would not be the worst thing in the world.

a cool strong hand wraps around you upper arm and guides you gently out of the chair and towards the stairs that lead to the rooftop bar. he leads you halfway up the stairs, and brings you to a stop on the darkness.

"are you okay?" his voice is low and urgent.

"did he touch you?"

you smile up at him, "i'm okay, he didn't touch me, he breath did though eugh."

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hawthornegossipe it was spotted by several fans that youtuber and instagram influencer y/n l/n and grayson hawthorne were spotted leaving their dinner with the well known jameson hawthorne and avery grambs and their other friends on saturday night. it was also reported that grayson referred to ms l/n, as his wife, with fans catching the interaction on camera.

what do we think hawthornegossipe fans?

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user1 and what if i screamed

user2 WIFE?!?!?! EXCUSE ME?????

user3 WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW

alya.green wife hey....

user4 alya tell us the truth pls what happened that night

user5 i saw them best night of my life !!!!

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my wife.

my wife.

my wife.

boy were you in a situation now. half of the world was freaking out that those words had been dropped at dinner. the thousands of clips that had been screenshotted recorded everything were flying around the internet in record speed. you couldn't keep up.

neither could grayson apparently because the next morning you wake up to this

unknown number: we need to talk.

unknown number: its grayson by the way.

your heart dropped and a smile unwillingly took over your face. he wants to talk.

but more importantly how did he get your number?

a/n II: oop. whats that??? a plot twist. hehehehehe. now wait excited for whenever i drop the next part.

𐔌 . ⋮ 🏷️ tags .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

@arqbella, @midiosaamor, @maybxlle @reminiscentreader, @sweetreveriee

@elysianwayy77 @tornqdowarnings, @catapparently, @zenikswaffleshop, @thelov3lybookworm,

@anotherwriternamedclara, @goldi-1-graysons-version

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Serennedy Mini Week hosted by @wisecrackingeric-2 & @raccoons-garbage-can !! (September 22nd-26th)

For the one-year anniversary of Seperate Ways the super duper talented and amazing @raccoons-garbage-can (who you should go give ALL your love to!!) And I ( @wisecrackingeric-2 ) thought it’d be fun to host a miniature Serennedy Week under the tag #serennedyminiweek!!

We know this event is on SUPER short notice, so please please please don’t feel pressured to participate if you don’t have the time!! There aren’t any deadlines, signups or strict rules- This entirely just for fun!! Feel free to skip as many days as you want, mix-and-match prompts, only post doodles or drabbles, etc etc etc!! All that we ask is that if you do chose to join, please use the tag #serennedyminiweek so it’s easier for us to find your works!!!

Once again there’s absolutely no expectations or pressure to join, we’re just doing this to celebrate both this lil community the anniversary of Seperate Ways!! :)

Dates and prompts under cut!! :D

Day One: Anniversary (September 22nd)

Day Two: Tied Up / Starting Over (September 23rd)

Day Three: Letters / Locked In A Castle (September 24th)

Day Four: Running Away / Goodbye (September 25th)

Day Five: Splish Splash / Free Day (September 26th)

Once again there’s no strict rules except we ask that there be no offensive material, whitewashing, bigotry (ie racism, sexism, transphobia, ableism etc), excessive gore/dark content or explicit NSFW!! Thank you!!!

[f4iry-bell]

COMPARISON

pairing: grayson hawthorne x f!reader. second person pov

summary: grayson and lyras encounter in the grandest game puts thoughts in grays gf's head

warning: angsty? jealousy, insecurity, self consciousness, use of y/n (sorry)

a/n: a bit rushed, a request from @emelia07 's post !!

tagging: @nqds @alwaysthefangirl @clarissaweasley-10 @benny1989fredd @imaseabear @never-enough-novels @unnoodles @elysianwayy77 @nikolaisprivateer

word count: 1,096

masterlist , jamie's version

You were with the three other Hawthorne brothers and the Hawthorne heiress watching the players make their way out of their escape rooms. But your eyes were glued to one screen that captured Grayson Hawthorne, your boyfriend, and Lyra Kane. You had nothing against her, but you cannot help but feel a sense of dislike towards her all because of a stupid, silly reason.

Ever since Lyra landed in The Hawthorne Island there was a tension between both Grayson and Lyra. You're pretty sure that they didn't know each other until now, it's impossible for them to know each other before the game. Their worlds are seperate.

Just like how yours and Grayson’s was before you two got close.

After sometime you can't help but look at Lyra and only Lyra. The way her dark tan skin looked like gold and her eyes, they were equally as beautiful as Gray’s. No wonder he stared at her like that. You can't find any imperfection in her face or her perfect body with perfect curves. You cannot simply not stare at her, you can't blame Gray. She's everything anyone would ever dream of, and by not just looks, also her mind.

The heavy feeling in your chest was only getting worse when you saw Grayson lift her up to the chandelier.

It's just a game, they're playing to get out.

Nothing else.

It was like someone overheard your inner thoughts and repeated the exact same words. You opened your eyes which you didn't even realise was closed for a few seconds when you heard Avery’s voice. You nodded your head and excused yourself to get the sight out to get the feeling off a little.

_

You didn't go back to the CCTV room after that, you wandered around the island a bit and sat near the shore to relax, you didn't even go to see which team won first. An hour after the sun went down you returned back to your room which you shared with Grayson. You noticed that the drawer opposite to the bed was slightly open, you went to close it but noticed a paper inside. It was an art, an art of Lyra Kane. And from the look of it, you knew someone from the team had drawn it, and it could be your boyfriend and boy did he pay attention to Lyra Kane, because this captured her beautifully.

Did he notice her curves? He did, because he had drawn it, so beautifully. Did he also notice that you lack them? Sometimes you wished your eyes were a lighter shade of brown but it's just boring dark brown, nothing to admire and draw about. You would have shed a few tears if it wasn't for the sound of the bathroom door opening.

“Y/n” Grayson called your name just how he does all the time. You can't help but feel weird and different this time. “You weren't there.” He stated.

“Yeah, I felt feverish so I had to take some time off.” You said hoping he didn't hear the lie and how weak you sounded.

Grayson immediately stepped closer to you to put his palm on your forehead to check if you have a temperature. “You don't have a fever, good.” He sighed.

You just nodded. “Nice art work.”

He didn't reply, he just stared into your eyes to read you. It was easy for him to read you, you always liked that about him because you don't have to say anything for him to know what's wrong but this time you hated the fact he's staring into your boring eyes. You immediately looked away.

“What's wrong?” He asked, turning your face back by cupping your cheeks. Your eyes were everywhere.

“Nothing. My head just aches because of staring at the screen for too long. I should rest.” You were about to move away from him but his other hand landed on your waist to keep you close.

“What is this about? Hmm?” He asked before placing a small kiss on your left cheek.

“Nothing.” Your voice broke. You were about to break.

Grayson's voice was filled with worry. “Y/n, sweetheart. What's the matter? Did something happen? Is it me?” You regretted looking into his eyes when he asked if it was him.

“So it's me. What did I do?” He was genuinely confused.

“God, Gray. You seriously don't know?” You asked, losing the fight between you and your tears.

“I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“I don't know.”

“Then how can you be sorry?”

“Whatever it is, I'm begging you to forgive me. And tell me what it is so I'll never do it again.” He was serious about it.

“Did you know her before?” You went for it. “Or did she gain your interest immediately? I can't even blame you, I mean look at her! She's so beautiful and smart and so perfect. Of course you'd think you can do better than me.”

He was quiet for a second which made your heart shatter. “I’m sorry. I'm sorry I hid it from you and I'm also sorry that my actions made you feel this way. I don't want to give an excuse but I had to help them get out of the escape room.”

“What did you hide from me?”

“I knew who she was. I recognised her voice. Last year, I got a call from a random girl saying my grandfather could be responsible for her father's death. I asked her to stop calling and asked Nan to look into The List. I did find something but never looked deeply. When I heard her voice again, I was surprised and shocked. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the phone call.”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“I thought it was irrelevant at that moment.”

“That moment. What about now?”

“We have to help her. Somehow things are even more complicated than before and connected. Odette, Lyra, My parents.”

“What?”

“I’ll tell you everything. But we need to work on your little monologue where you said that I can do better than you. How can you even think that way? You're beautiful too, and smart. You designed the game this year. Not everyone can design a complicated escape room. Don't ever put yourself down like that.”

“I'm sorry…It's pathetic.” You said.

“It's not pathetic, it's human. But I'm here to always remind you how special you are.” He didn't let you reply, he went for a heated and passionate kiss that consumed you wholly as his hands on your waist squeezed it…

[theshinazugawaslut]

Always here to help, Esha😘💕

Anyway, thoughts on Toxic Nemi? Not like super toxic but like…still toxic yk?😵‍💫

Controlling, manipulative, and possessive; those are the best three words to use for toxic Sanemi. Whether it's set in the canon-verse or a modern AU (I've written this with more of a modern-AU in mind but I wouldn't mind making two seperate ones on request. However, I do also use references to the canon verse (training, missions, ect.).)

He loves you, he really does — he doesn't want to ever have to hurt you but he's doing it for your own good, don't you understand?

It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's that he doesn't trust others around you. How can you blame him? You have such beautiful, shimmering eyes and the prettiest smile, you could tempt anyone.

It starts off small: clingy little gestures like always keeping an arm around you, perhaps his rough hands dig just right into the plump flesh of your hips or perhaps his arm wraps around your sweet stomach, forearm resting against your belly whilst his fingers stroke some skin under your shirt as you go out shopping with him, excitedly showing him something you like. He listens to you but his lilac eyes burn into every passerby, his gaze almsot shadowing you from anyone's view with the promise of bloody murder in those eyes you find so very sweet.

He stands unnecessarily close to you, invading every inch of personal space he possibly can with that charming smile on his face, wants your eyes on just him and wants to make sure he can shield you from everyone else's filthy eyes.

If you're going out — mission, training, or in a modern AU where you're going shopping, visiting a friend — Sanemi is already slipping on his shoes and his haori (or jacket), looking at you with his usual serious face.

"I'm comin' with you, sweetheart," he says simply, blunt fingertips gentle brushing against your cheek, placing a chaste kiss on your jaw to make you listen. "Can't let you out alone, can I? What typa man would that make me, hmm?"

He swears it's for your safety and even when you protest you're meeting a friend at a cafe or simply going on a mission, he's tagging along, snarling when you try to deny him.

"Why do you not want me to come? Are you hiding something from me? Do I embarrass you?" he asks, making his eyes vulnerable and soft, making himself look sad and hurt, the way he knows that'll make you sag your shoulders and let him come along.

Hence, Sanemi follows you everywhere, even in the house. If you're sitting down — writing a letter to another Hashira or in a modern-day verse, texting someone on your phone — he's got an arm around your shoulder, lilac eyes watching your every move sharply.

"Baby, who's that?" he asks innocently, pointing to a contact as you had been mindlessly scrolling down your list of numbers to find a specific one.

"Oh, he's a friend from highschool," you answer and he scowls.

"Remove him," he orders and when you try to deny him, he nuzzles himself into your neck. "Baby, please, you care about me more, right? Not this rando, hmm?"

He grins when he watches you delete the contact.

He's also a bit shameless to get his point across to your friends and all the other people who ogle at your pretty person, kissing and suckling softly at your neck in public even as you squeal in protest.

He veils threats as well, ones he disguises as teasing or jokes but will wholeheartedly act upon should he deem he should.

"Tch, fuckin' bastard, I'll break his hands if he thinks of touching you."

"Do you really need to be visiting your family all the time? It'd be a shame if they got sick of you..."

"Baby doll... Don't keep talking to that idiot, I'll lock you in the house."

He doesn't like you going out to meet other people. Hell, he doesn't even want you to work (as a Hashira or as anything else in a modern-day verse).

He doesn't care if it's your family, friends, colleagues. He's all you should need. All you should want.

So he kisses you madly when you try to leave the house, wraps (traps) you up in muscled arms and kisses you breathless, senseless; littering mulberry, dark hickeys onto your jaw, neck, collar, undoing your clothes so he can worship your cunt.

"See, baby? 'm all ya need," he murmurs against your clit, licking at your folds, plunging his wet muscle into your hole as you cry out. "Let's stay home today, you can go 'nother day."

He marks you often as well — there's not a day where you aren't desperately trying to wear scarves to hide the mark of Sanemi's teeth against your neck or his love bites all across your body.

"You look so pretty, what are you doing?" he says, brows furrowing as he removes the scarves to gaze at you in the looking glass. He looks angry, scowl marring his rugged features. "You don't like them? You don't like what I do with you, to you?"

Your eyes widen, trying to explain yourself desperately before he gets upset, before he gets angry, and keeps you here till you apologise. "No, 'Nemi, of course I love it but it's a bit innappropriate-"

"-I love you and you're calling it indecent?" he hisses, hands coming on your shoulder to turn you around. "You truly think I'm some sorta monster than you gotta hide what I do to you? I thought you loved me."

"I do, I do, I do, I love you so much, 'Nemi, I won't wear the scarves, I promise," you murmur, grabbing his face to kiss him, and he smiles against your lips, victorious.

Sanemi controls your every aspect soon. He likes your fashion but he'd prefer if you'd only doll up just for him, and if you wish to go out, he's damn well at your side.

He glowers at you as you excitedly show him a dress you plan on wearing for the day and when your doe eyes widen in upset that he doesn't like it, he kisses your neck, up your jaw, then your temple, kissing you multiple times, his mouth like a drug to you.

"God, you look gorgeous," he murmurs, "but it's too much, hmm? Change into that lilac dress, yeah? You'll look so much sweeter, doll."

It started off like that but it's get to the point that he starts throwing tantrums, desperate and pathetic, when he sees you wear a dress that shows off the shoulders that he ends up kissing till they're bruised.

When you start crying, he cradles your face, kissing your face all over, wetly and open-mouthed. "Oh, baby, I only want what's best for you, don't you want to listen to me?" He cups the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, mouth desperately kissing your cheek, your nose, your brow. "Oh, don't cry, baby... I'm only doing what's best for you, why won't you listen to me? You wouldn't be crying if you'd. Just. Listen." One hand moves to squeeze your waist, to stroke the tender skin of your lower stomach where your womb lay beneath. "You wanna look pretty? I'll make you look fuckin' pretty- Why're you so damn stubborn? I love you, I love you so goddamn much and this is how you repay me? I buy all the pretty shit you wear, I buy it all for you so you fuckin' owe it to me to listen to me. Aye? Got it?"

When you nod, tears being stroked gently off your face, Sanemi smiles as though he hadn't even yelled at you or kissed you senseless. "Atta girl, my good girl."

But other times, it's not about what you wear but more of who you talk to, he scowls when he catches you talking to someone, and heaven forbid you manage to hang out/train with someone else without him finding out.

He keeps a track of you, always, whether you like it or not. If it's keeping a tracker on you or perhaps stalking you whenever you leave.

He'll go beserk, yelling and huffing, grabbing at your elbows, trying to drag you back home where you belong, and if that doesn't work, he'll cry and beg for you to never leave him, sobbing against your thighs that he wants you stay.

"Why did you lie to me?" he cries. "I thought- I thought you trusted me, don't you love me? I trust you with all my heart, I do everything for you, why can't you love me back the same?!"

And he lets that guilt fester at your heart, makes sure you never even try to utter the word 'break up' or 'leave' him (and if you ever even tried, he'd cover that pretty mouth of yours that he loves so much with his large, broad hand, his eyes bloodshot and crazed, kissing your forehead softly as his hand tightens your delicate face and squeezes till it feels your cheekbones will snap and teeth will shatter. "Don't even dare," he whispers against your ear, kissing your earring, "I'll fucking strangle you if I have to, if it means you'll stay, or maybe I should strangle that darling sister you care so much for...").

He proposes to you quite quickly as well — you're his one and only, his piece of perfection, the only one that matters. He plans the wedding precisely how you would want it and it makes you forget all the bad aspects as he dotes on you for the rest of your life, very rarely having to remind you of your place as you become a perfect housewife for him.

You love him just as much now, whining his name when he has to leave for awhile, but he always kisses and bites you, murmurs how much he loves you (and you know he means it).

He makes sure to bounce you on his cock almost every night, loving how you sob his name is ecstacy, and he makes sure to stuff you full until your belly swells nice and round with his children.

God, he's always wanted a big family, he's always wanted to make sure you never had a single fucking choice other than him.

And he loves it, how you give him child after child, how utterly divine you look as you giggle and chatter, carrying his baby as he kisses your stomach over and over whilst his other children play at your feet.

You really couldn't resist him, could you?

[necrotic-nephilim]

Sorry if this might be a rude question but why don’t you just make a seperate account for your nsfw fics?

not rude, it's a valid question! tbh it's a combination of a couple reasons.

i started posting anonymous dead dove batcest fics long before i had the balls to make a tumblr. at first i was content to just leave them unassociated with each other because i didn't really care about them being tied to me. i made this blog to actually show solidarity to my partner who wanted to make a sideblog for Sandman comic stuff so we could cheerlead each other and be brave together, since i've wanted to make a batcest sideblog but i've been nervous about actually having to get it going. (mal ik you're reading this go be brave and actually make your blog so i can cheerlead you damnit-) only did it dawn on me then that i should probably mention the fics i've written on the blog after like, three of them were posted anonymously. and it would've annoyed me to have half of them anonymous and half of them not, because notifications for them would've gone in different places. i could go back and take my fics off anon if i wanted to, but i can't switch the account they're on without taking them down entirely and that'd fuck over people who have them bookmarked already.

which, ties into my second reason, if i made an entire second ao3 account it'd be harder for me to see notifications, reply to stuff, and post things for both accounts because i'd have to constantly switch. and honestly i'd be terrified of accidentally posting on the wrong one on a brain fog day. posting fics is always the most tedious part of writing them for me lol. it's easier for me to stay logged into one account and have all of my stuff in one place for me and just use the anonymous collection when i feel like it. if ao3 pseuds worked like tumblr blogs, where you can't see all my side blogs but i can, i would've used pseuds, but since you can see all pseuds on an ao3, i felt it was a moot point.

and the last reason is i just feel more comfortable being anonymous on ao3 because of the rise in anti culture. on tumblr it's very easy for me to just filter that out and find the people i want to follow and block the people i don't. i don't mind getting hate, on tumblr or on ao3. but i think, for whatever reason you want to blame it on, there's been a massive boom of antis on ao3 who are very entitled about how they read on ao3. i tag extensively, but i just feel safer from getting targeted attacks if everything i write on ao3 isn't attached to one profile. if people like a fic i wrote, want to find more i always link my tumblr in the notes, but if an anti wants to get huffy with me, they can't easily track down my other things. they definitely could if they wanted to, but being anonymous on ao3 just makes me feel more secluded, in a weird way. it's like saying "if you want you can come find me but on here i'm just a weird faceless guy throwing stuff in the void". i've used ao3's anon feature a lot, actually, i used to be a hydra trash party dumpster kid back when that was in it's prime.

i also used to be vaguely popular on a different tumblr blog and my main ao3 and while i think it'd definitely be cool if i got a decent chunk of followers on this blog too, i don't really miss having fanfiction do so well i got targetted hate on all of my fics from the same people, i had my fics stolen, etc. it was really exhausting for me. i have 120+ works on ao3, not counting what's anonymous, and that level of exposure tires me, even when i use my main ao3 to post things that aren't trashy. it's just a weird feeling knowing so many people are subscribed to you on ao3 and what if you post something they won't like because you jumped fandoms again, or you're posting something niche, or you don't think it fills enough fandom tropes to be well-liked. i used to obsessively think like that, and it made me not write the things i wanted to because i cared about numbers. and i don't want to slide back into that hole. writing on anonymous is mostly to remind myself i wrote this for me, and if other people like it, they can come find me, but i don't have to perform like that anymore. if i get a really weird fucked up idea, i can write the really weird fucked up idea. at the end of the day, just makes me more comfortable! but i get it's a super confusing set up from an outsider perspective so, i really don't mind the question, thank you for asking!!

[mitsuas-priv]

hi, your theme is amazing :)

i hope it wouldnt be any trouble to request headcanons of hawks, tenya and aizawa (seperate) with an s/o whos quite rebellious, moody and silly? kinda like rusty-james from rumble fish or steve randle from the outsiders haha

🪼: Hellooo! I'm so happy you liked my theme!! Thanks for requesting and your patience as well, here we go

Them with an S/o who's rebellious, moody & silly

Warnings: none Genre: fluff

Series: Boku No Hero Academia Words' count: 0.48k

S/o's . . . GN!

His interest will be picked.

Depending if you're a hero, villain, vigilante... he'd get to know you sooner or later.

If you get to meet each other on a battle, no matter your role there, he'd most probably get to know your rebellious & moody side or rebellious & silly side.

However, as the time kept running, it'd still be a short meeting as if to get to know your three strongest attitudes.

As circumstances kept making you both bump into each other; prison, missions, battle fields, classroom (as teacher ofc), etc. Aizawa discovered more sides of you.

Just as he'd try to be strict—as his sleepiness allowed him to be— he'd find funny some remarks you make but tried everything to keep a straight face all times.

If any hero found annoying your behaviour as their assigned companion on a mission, he'd try to negotiate exchanging partners because he 'tolerates you better.' (He only wants to spend more time with you.)

Something similar to Aizawa, no matter your position in society— villain, hero, etc.—there's no much of a problem.

It'd just be a time matter wether he meets you sooner.

As you'd see, he's kinda silly himself, but does everything to do the best for everyone when it's important so he'd ask to you to do the same.

As there's times to joke, there's time to get serious and help.

How is it that the so called 'playboy' or 'traitor,' one way or another, just asked to see you? of all people?

Conferences, fights, (flights depending on your quirk), your noticeable energy and qualities would make him fall on his knees for you.

Even if your moody side would be difficult to attend sometimes, he'd learn to care for it as well, "It's a trait of yours, 'course I'd like it too!" He'd say if you ever got insecure about it.

This, was for starters, what made him want to look out for you.

The first meeting must have gone funny I bet.

He 'd feel, at first, some kind of resentment towards you. Because maybe you were doing something a lil' illegal or were simply not wearing the school's uniform as it should be.

Whatever the occasion, he'd not be interest in someone who's not passionate at following the law.

At first.

As you somehow kept on appearing in front of him, maybe some chats you'd two get made him recognize a mistake of his. His prejudice of you much earlier than he could really say he knows you.

Your occasional jokes may be what finally made him want to stay with you.

He tries to ask if you're sure of what you're doing and if it's worth the risk.

He doesn't want to lose you by some Saturday night's stupidity.

"Your unbreakable spirit and permanent loyalty," might be the first qualities he'd love about you.

All writings' rights reserved © 2023 Mitsua. (Credit to the respective owners of the idea tagged anime characters.) ⌇ my navigation!

[spacedykez]

violence? WOOO!! lifesteal.

so, you heard about a silly little server called lifesteal. maybe u wanna try watching it. well what if i told u that we here at lifestealblr have put together a helpful guide to help you succumb to the poisons start watching the server?? join us we are very normal

so! lifesteal! first, a summary. lifesteal is a server where when u die, you lose a heart off your permanent health bar. when you kill another player you gain a heart. heres a list to sum it up:

dying loses you a heart

killing someone else gains you a heart

losing all your hearts = dead and gone from the series, unless youre revived

you can revive dead players through gay sex crafting a special item

you can withdraw hearts from your healthbar and give them to other players

still have questions? heres a better explanation. ok moving on

lifesteal smp has FOUR seperate seasons so far!! the players are the same, give or take a few people. so, where to start?

first, you don't need to watch the seasons in order. you don't need to know anything about previous seasons to watch lifesteal. start with whatever season you want!! that being said, i'd advise starting on season three or season four (the current season) as they are the most popular.

anyways, if you want to just start watching: here is the link to the playlist containing every lifesteal video on youtube, seasons 1-4 here is the link to the playlist containing every season 3 lifesteal video here is the link to the playlist containing every season 4 lifesteal video

[thank you to @a4g and @aroaceacacia for creating and maintaining the lifesteal s1-4 & lifesteal s3 and the lifesteal s4 playlists, respectively]

HOWEVER

if you'd like to start out slow, pick one lifestealer and start watching them!! honestly, the best way to get into it is just to find a guy (or ten) that you like watching and watch their videos!

a note- i am tagging the user who created each propaganda post so that if people change their urls, you will still be able to find the post. theyre definitely NOT the lifestealers themselves lol. also, some of these are not finished! however this has been sitting in my drafts for six months and i need to post it for my own mental health

i should make this a google docs actually. might do that sometime if i get motivation. but anyways, without further ado:

looking for redstone? mrcube (@tater-noodle)

want to feed the adhd? no rlly if u want adhd fuel watch ashswag (@cherubium)*

ever wanted to see capitalist technoblade? reddoons (@bearandhoney-com)

do you want a new cringefail streamer? itzsubz (@rendogdomesticated)

what about a paranoid escape master? rekrap (@vanivanvanilla)

loyalty and storylines to get invested in? leowook (@totallynotrico)

everyone's favorite special little guy? planetlord (@getwoold)

want gay people or pranks? then go watch branzy (@pacificseaotter)

the server's best PVPer? clownpierce [NEEDED] (NOT TAKEN)

1/3 of a whole idiot on a permanent YouTube grind? baconwaffles (@aroaceacacia)

local bird man done with everyone's shit? parrot (@getwoold)

the local funky hand guy? roshambo (@techno-in-a-boat)

background character incarnate? poafa (@simply-scrolling)

the special little guy who can and will kill you? spepticle (@cogmented)

quirky smiley guy who'll kill you? princezam (@vanivanvanilla)

incomprehensible violence! mapicc! (@cogmented)

sillay liddol guy? Creechur™️? pangi [NEEDED] (NOT TAKEN)

DRAGON GUYY!!! vortexdragon. (@vanivanvanilla)

lifesteal's local polar bear? woogie (@tater-noodle)

stuborrn, endearing guy who likes a challenge? jaron (@aroaceacacia)

cringefail foxboy streamer? vitalasy (@rendogdomesticated)

the walking pride flag guy? spoke (@a4g)

"annoying little brother" but endearing? mcclutch!! (@simply-scrolling)

chaotic rascal who loves doing events? midmystic!! (@xxswagcorexx)

awesome visuals and serious storylines? terrain!! (@cherubium)

*my girlfriend's favorite lifestealer and approved by multiple friends of mine with adhd. i really do recommend him just in general.

also, please do go check out the blog of everyone who helped me with this, they're all amazing!!!

[starcanwrecked-confessions]

Taking a break from retirement. I don't follow this blog (because the posts here can get a bit too intense sometimes), but when I get bored and miss StarKid (or check if my anon posts got published or reacted to), I do read the posts here. Here’s what I think about the current posts I’ve read.

Why do people who apparently dislike or hate Robert Manion still talk about him, even though the events happened a few years ago? Please ask yourselves this. Sure, he committed his wrongdoings back in 2020 and/or 2021, but is three years not enough to stop talking about it? People generally know his actions were bad. Even those who don't know him or know nothing about SK understand that harassing someone romantically and sexually online and saying insensitive or uninformed things is wrong. (If I miss something or I'm being vague about it, it’s because I avoid that Robert topic and vaguely remember what he actually said online. I don't care to read about them again because I know what's right and what's wrong.)

I don't even hate Robert, probably because I left the fandom when he joined. When I came back, he was no longer a part of SK.

To those who are new, please read Robert's fandom wiki page and look up information online about why he left and the controversies surrounding him in SK’s past. There’s no need to add to the discourse about someone whom StarKid carefully mentions online because of what happened—trust me, there’s already more than enough awareness about it online.

I remember they did not even tag Robert in their IG post about the Twisted anniversary, but they did post his character's photo. Joey briefly mentioned him while talking about TGWDLM or BF during the CC Kickstarter livestreams.

Note, expressing that you miss or wish Robert had stayed because you enjoyed his performances will likely attract replies about what he did, and they often repeat the same things. It’s probably best to avoid this.

He was a good and funny performer, then he made some mistakes, and he left SK.

And yes, Robert still talks and works with Jon Matteson and maybe a few other SK members. They probably made amends. Deal with it. It's their lives and friendships.

P.S. I block Robert Manion tags here on Tumblr, but I’m still curious why he is still discussed by fans as a person and what he did, rather than just as a performer. I can understand fans talking about his past creative work with SK, like how good of a performer he was and about his characters.

P.S.S. This is not an invitation to add more discourse or anon posts about him. If you want to react to this, there’s a comment section under this post and I might reply.

Will there still be a lot of discourse/posts about Rob’s actions in the next 5 or 10 years? Hopefully not, as we all get older and the active and older SK members will be in their 40s or 50s. Heck, they might even talk about him again and maybe open up about what he did (again) as a reflection, kind of like a deep-dive history documentary, when SK reaches their 20th or 30th anniversary or something.

I could say more about this but I'm just gonna say the biggest on my mind after reading this

I think a big reason people still talk is actually to inform fans who don't know, also it can be hard to seperate his performance from him, art vs artists

For you maybe not since you weren't part of the fandom while he was here but for many people he was MASSIVE part starkid and loved by many

Just because it's been 3 years doesn't mean people have to stop talking about it and should only think of the good parts of him, again it's pretty hard to do that

Also "note, expressing that you miss or wish Robert had stayed because you enjoyed his performances will likely attract replies about what he did, and they often repeat the same things. It's probably best to avoid this" what are you getting at here? First off although I can understand being nostalgic for before this all happened sure I'd honestly hope no one who knows what happened actually truly wishes he stayed, he sexually harassed someone in starkid, I don't think he should stay in the same company as the person he harassed. Second yeah people commenting about what he did are going to repeat the same things? Bc they are explaing what the bad things he did were? You can't add on or makr stuff very different when explaing what the bad things someone did were.

[cringerabbit]

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[burningstar-light]

Broken Silence

Nicolas Brown x reader

Summary: This is the worst overdose Nicolas has ever been through, will it take him from you?

Warning: Mentions of blood and death.

Rating: SFW, canon level of violence.

Wordcount: 1382

Requested?: No

Red, it was always red with him, the red of blood that always soaked his clothes, his skin, his clothes, always the red. My eyes were locked on the red that soaked his pants, the belt just above it wrapped around the meat of his thigh, cutting the blood flow, it wasn't tight enough. I should move, get to him, hold him, I should, I should, yet I could not, my feet were rooted to the ground, I stood like a tree, watching the world spin around me. Voices yelled all around, yet there was silence in my head, silence in a way that made it seem so loud, the silence of the night, only the darkness. A crackling voice cut through the loud silence, the sounds rolled together, the voice sounded drunk, more than that, the person’s tongue must have been thick in their mouth, like they weren't using it as they spoke. The voice spoke again, it was a name… My name.

I tug my eyes away from the red, his body spasmed, a blond man held the body down, I looked at the spasming body, the shirt had rolled up revealing the scars on the abdomen, one of them the thickest ran below his pants up to the center on his stomach, just above the belly button. The body spasmed again, and my eyes slid higher to the face, dark eyes stared back at me, sinking into my very soul, he could see the fear that kept me where I stood, he looked tired, more so than normal, his normally tanned skin was pale, bloodless. There was red here too, red that dripped from his bottom lip, pearly white teeth sunk into the soft flesh, his face tightening as a spasm ran through him, more red dripped down his chin. I watched him relax back into the bed, the white sheets flecked with red, his dark eyes opened again, he was looking into me again, tired eyes pleading, his lips parted and a croaky voice came out, my name again, he was calling to me even on the verge of death he called for me.

 A memory filled my mind, the first time he had said my name, the darkness of his cheeks as the letters tumbled from his mouth, he couldn’t hear it, but the way people looked at him as he spoke told him enough, others found his voice off putting, the way it swirled words together. We had been walking, to the library, as a normal and the child of a favored servant I had been allowed to go where I wished, his fingers held loosely to mine, as I tugged him along. I glance back at him, grinning brightly, his dark eyes were on me, as they always were, his face remained the same he so rarely smiled, only when it was just the three of us, Wallace, myself and Nicolas would he smile. I had pushed the door of the library open, only to be yanked back as he did not move, his feet remained planted firmly on the line that seperated the hallway from the library. I looked back at him, he shook his hair, the mop of dark hair flying around his face, he refused to move even as I tugged. I knew what he thought, he wasn’t allowed to come in here, why would a monster like him be coming into a place of knowledge, his father had drilled into him that he was just a tool for war. I signed to him, the signs were clumsy, it was okay for him to come in with me, to be my guard as I ventured in between the pages of my books. He grunted softly, taking a tentative step over the line, I pulled him along with me and he followed, his fingers squeezing tighter. I pulled a book from the shelf, his hand never slipping from my grasp as I walked to the back row, there was a small darker corner there, he felt safer in corners. I sunk into the ground, crossing my legs and placing the book in my lap and opening the pages, the leather of the cover was soft on my fingers. He sat down next to me, shoulder brushing mine, his tags clanked together quietly as he leaned over, his chin hovering over my shoulder, dark eyes scanned the page, I glaced over at him there was a blank yet confused, he huffed the hot air brushing my ear. My name tumbled from his lips, a slur of words, the letters blending into one, warmth surged through me, my stomach fluttering, never had he said my name, again, I wanted to hear him say it again and again. His cheeks were dark as I turned to face him, his dark eyes were wide, innocent almost, he pointed to a word on the page, he didn't know what it was or meant, I explained it, it was a basic word, but still he looked at me as if I held all the secrets in the world. He said my name again after that, my name and I thank you, my cheeks felt hot at the sound of him saying my name, like I knew a secret that no one else knew.

I was ripped from the warm glow of that memory by that crackling voice called my name again, it was deeper than the memory, fingers reached for me, always he reached for me, he would wait, wait until my hand fell into his. My name was like a mantra on his lips, the only word that fell from as he twisted on the bed, sweat dripping from his skin, tears pooled in his eyes, a line of silver that filled his lower lash line, my body stumbled forward, like Nicolas had yanked me to him, those hands reaching for me as they always had. My hand fell into his, his fingers curling around mine, his skin was clammy, colder than normal, he was normally so hot, his skin burning, but now it was cool, was it sweat that made him colder, or is it something worse, did death loom over him like an unwanted guest. My lips parted in a low groan spilling from throat as his hand tightened on me, squeezing so tight I swear i could have heard my bones creaking, another fit had seized him, the noises he made, they made me sick like an animals dying moments, harsh breaths and crackling moans of pain. His mop of dark hair clung to his face with sweat, his body relaxed, his breaths evening out, sleep had taken him, sleep and not death, his fingers still clung to mine, like a babe clinging to their mother.

A hand brushed my shoulder, gently pushing me down, forcing me to sit, they slid a chair under me. I looked up at the person who had made me sit, a vibrant blue eye stared back at me, Worick, I watched his lips form words, they couldn’t speak over the noises in my head but I understood nonetheless, Nicolas would be fine, he had gotten through the worst of it. He would live, Nicolas would live for me, as he had promise all those years ago, back when we had been young, when I wasn’t waiting for him to leave, I knew one day he wouldn’t come back from one of these fits, but still i clutched to the words we had spoken to each other.

He loved me, even if we hadn’t spoken the words, I could tell, he would always crawl back to me, bloody and beaten, high out of his mind, yet he would always crawl back to me. How many times, how many times had we been in this situation, never this bad, never had he been so close, and yet he stayed, he clung to me, to life, for me.

[namazunomegami]

About me

First, let me tell you I'm a chronic oversharer lmao. Have fun with my character profile. I've written it with the same structure I write my ocs lol.

Nicknames: you may call me Nene, which is an alias derived from my irl name. But I won't bite your head off if you call me Vanessa.

Age: I'm 24

Pronouns: she/her and I'm fine with any feminine terms.

Height: 162 cm/5'3

Occupation: I'm a special needs education therapist student specialized in behavioural disorders and learning disabilities. I'm also a veteran goth and I work in customer service despite my anger issues

Likes: creating moodboards, collecting perfumes, creating playlists for my OC characters, spending my money on useless stuff, making edits on capcut, and I want to do audiobooks and voice acting in the future (not on a professional level tho, just for fun)

Dislikes: insects, darkness, capitalism

Sexuality: Bisexual

Typology: My MBTI is INFJ, my big three is Cancer sun, Libra moon, Leo rising, my chinese zodiac is the dragon, my diabetes is type 2

Some fun trivia: I was born with dislocated elbows which makes me able to twist my arms in creepy ways, I'm left handed, I have BPD which kinda explains all the impulsive shit that I'm doing on here also my blog is safe for fellow cluster Bs

This blog is a writing blog, a personal and a main blog because I'm too lazy to have their seperate accounts and running multiple blogs is just... overwhelming for me.

Fandoms: Jujutsu Kaisen, Bleach, Star Wars, Naoki Urasawa's Monster, Dune, Hunter x Hunter, Chainsaw Man, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Sailor Moon, ASOIAF, House of the Dragon, Choujin X, Touchstarved, Hellsing Ultimate, Gotham, the list is endless tbh

Tag system:

I'm very shitty in organizing stuff on my blog but I'm trying my best

#I should shut up for today: basically just my 2 am rambling about any random subject

#meesa writes: all of my fics and drabbles are mushed under this tag

#obligatory selfship tag: anything about my selfships, but every ship has their seperate tag

#accidental hunposting: stuff I reblog and tag in my first language

#asks: every answered ask but mutuals have their seperate tags

#jiujitsukarate: jjk reblogs

#hydrogen peroxide: bleach reblogs

#analysis posts: some really intense rambling on fandom stuff

#my moodboards :3: what did you expect? these are my moodboards for ocs

[sundrop-writes]

I am considering making a taglist (or making taglists)?

For a long time now, I have been against taglists for several reasons:

For one: I find them ugly. I do like my fics to be formatted in a way that I find visually beautiful.

Two: some people who ask to be tagged don't have the ability to be tagged turned on in their settings (and I'm not putting a bunch of dead urls in a tag list). And I don't want to have to keep reminding people to turn this on (but I do understand that especially now, a lot of people are new to Tumblr and might not understand how it works).

Three: (the biggest reason I was against it) - this is a problem I noticed when I used to have a taglist back in 2016/2017 and it's a problem I have seen some other people complain about - a writer may have a taglist of like 200 people, and then only get 5 or 10 comments on a fic.

But I want to find ways to combat these things because I know that a lot of people like the taglist format.

I don't know if people realize that taglists are extra work for writers on top of writing an entire fic (which is a lot of work), editing that fic, and then doing other formatting for the fic - like the things that I do in order to make my fics more enjoyable and presentable - like making a cover, and making a detailed warnings list. Those things alone probably add on an extra hour or two of work on top of the 30 hours it takes to write a 10k fic and the 10 hours of work it would take to edit that length of a fic. Increase those numbers for more words.

But a lot of people have asked me for taglists in the past, so I am considering it. But with rules.

So combat the ugliness, I would probably tag people in a reblog or tag them in the replies so that way there's not an ugly block of tagged urls on the actual post. Or I would do something I used to do and sent the fic to people in DMs, which is similar to a taglist. I'm not sure.

To combat the second part - I would give people one or two reminders about not having their mentions turned on, and after that, just drop them from the list if they are a dead url.

And for the third thing - the post important - I would likely make a rule that if people want to stay on my taglist, they have to leave a comment or reblog within a reasonable amount of time of the fic being posted (like - a week maybe?).

I say comment or reblog because I know that people have busy lives, and people might only have time to read fics about once a month or even less. so if you don't have time to read the fic and leave a meaningful comment, but you still want to be on the taglist, then you can reblog it (even if the reblog says 'tbr' or something like that) - because reblogging fics is supportive of authors and someone might see the reblog and want to read my fic. and it's a good exchange for the extra amount of work that it takes to maintain a taglist

so - what do you guys think? does this sound reasonable?

I would likely make a seperate taglists - one for if you want to be tagged in every single fic I post, and then one for each fandom. but I don't think that I would make taglists for each character because that's a little excessive to me (especially if it's a character that I don't write for often) - but idk. does all this sound reasonable? or should I just stick to no taglists? should I do a taglist for Titans as an experiment to see how it goes? idk.

I feel like part of the reason I also dropped the taglist thing is because I don't write for one fandom consistently. I used to have a taglist when I wrote for only kpop - because the people who enjoyed my content kept coming back to read fics about the same characters/people. and I feel like it might be too much trouble to keep track of who wants to be tagged in posts for which fandom

and I do get annoyed by comments asking to be added to a taglist (because those are like 'part 2' comments - usually it's the only thing someone has to say in the comments of a fic) - but also, I know I'm gonna get those comments either way. so I kind of want it to be a productive exercise, where I can add that person to a taglist and then get them to start commenting on my fics and reblogging them?

idk. I am trying to adjust to the new fanfic culture. I am just an old lady

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I Made art :D Me talking a bunch can be found below

I got a bunch of art motivation earlier today and drew a bunch of actual drawings of some characters! The furry is Axol and the Four armed one is Koko! I have a third artwork but im gonna put it into its own seperate post cause it's gonna need a gore warning... at least a blood warning? These two are fine though.

I found a cool scythe pose on pinterest and changed it to a giant hammer thing cause KoKo uses a giant hammer as a weapon when it isnt using its claws or various other abilities. The arms are a little too short but if I do digitalize it I will fix that (I totally didnt run out of page space-)

I just wanted to draw Axol again and had no plan for his pose, I dont know what he's doing he just existing and being accidently spooky (He's very friendly but has a perminate sharp tooth smile and a giant monster tail and claws and uh... yee)

I didnt know if I should post these seperate or together but since I was already gonna post another artwork I put them together so Im not posting three things in a row

This shall be the end of rambles... until we go into the tags-