#I’m a proud over sharer

[surrik-i]

*gives you the biggest hug possible* hi mootie :( I know exactly what you’re feeling it’s honestly terrible 😭 i’m always here to talk to if you need someone to vent to about this! ♡︎

Thank you, I really appreciate it ❤️❤️❤️

[overlydeniableteddy]

Dinner With My Family

Mutual gaining / clothes bursting / weight gain / I’m the pov in this

We arrive at the restaurant first— it was your plan, you’d been hungry for the past hour despite leaving plenty of snack packets littering the car. The shirt we’d managed to collectively squeeze you into was already looking snug on your bulging belly, the same with those jeans you were wearing. So tight around your thick thighs— your belly halved by the high waistband that’s struggling to hold everything back. You look so positively fat— I just want to stuff you so much that you burst out of those clothes, or maybe grab and play with your belly. But I don’t, I manage to bite my lip as you waddle off towards the bar for a drink and a starter.

To be fair to us, I’m not that different from you. Admittedly, you were supposed to be the feeder but you got too caught up in what were the fattiest treats that you soon surpassed me in weight. That didn’t stop you though, even under all that lard, you were still the more dominant one. At home, you’d take great joy in pinning me down and shoving treat after treat into my starving mouth, it’s a weird feeling to bloat whilst trapped under blubber like yours but it’s so so fucking hot.

Unlike you, I’d managed to find something that still fit my plumpening body but still, handfuls of fat managed to escape. I keep tugging my knitted jumper down, knowing that with every breath and step, it’s just going to keep riding back up and over my big belly.

“Teddy? Oh my… you look well!”

The voice catches me off guard and I spin slightly trying to spot whoever it was, feeling my fat sway and ripple with the movement. It was my mother, the one who you’d smirked at when you first met her(you said something about how you’d make me so much bigger than her), looking slimmer than the last time I saw her. Blood rushes to my chubby cheeks as I stammer out a reply, “I am! Thanks! You too—” She pulls me into a hug and I can feel my flabby belly moulding to her slimming frame. “He’s just at the bar getting a drink, we managed to get here first for once.” I laugh and feel my body jiggle with the exertion.

“Oh hey!! What took you guys so long?” It took me a second to realise that you were talking with food in your mouth again, you amble over, thick and hanging belly swaying with every step. It was obvious you’d been eating, whatever it was had left sauce smeared around your plump lips. I had to try and not to laugh at how piggish you’d gotten since you’d gained weight, although I should’ve, I would’ve gotten such a great stuffing out of it later.

We manage to make it through the hellos without too much fuss, my parents awkwardly making eye contact with each other after sizing us up. It had only been a few weeks since we’d last seen them but with the way you’d gained weight, it’s impossible to track how much you’d grown.

“So, work treating you well?” My dad asks you over our mains, we’d each had a sharer platter each(even I can’t deny stuffing myself silly despite being in front of my parents).

“Mhmmm, yeah, really well!! Nice and cushy pay rise recently too—“ Your sentences cut short as you proceed to shove mouthful after mouthful of that fatty burger into your mouth. You’ve become such a boisterous glutton and it makes me feel so proud. You may have overtaken me but you still liked to be the dominant one in the relationship.

“Any improvements on that whole diet thing from last time?” The penny drops. My mother’s gentle tone drifts through the staggered conversation. My eyes dart to you, you’ve stopped mid mouthful.

“Ahhh well… there is actually, managed to get find a delivery service at an affordable price so we can get it sent straight to the house— minimal effort to prep and all that! Work gets busy these days and we hardly have any time to cook from scratch!” I try not to choke on my food as you said that, delivery services my arse— you know full well that we order in every night and it’s only the fattening greasy stuff that you let us eat.

It quietens the conversation though, I think they know we’re not losing weight any time soon. The dinner passes without any more comments on our climbing weights, even after we both managed to eat two desserts each. I started to slow down once I realised how bloated I was getting, my jumper was not staying down and I could feel the breeze tickle my exposed skin as I got more and more stuffed. You, however, didn’t notice and didn’t care how bloated you were getting even after the seams on your jeans began to creak and your buttons became even tauter.

Eventually, we manage to pay and bid my parents goodbye, fully knowing that we would be the topic of conversation for the next few weeks or at least until the next family gathering.

It takes a while for the two of us to waddle back to the car, you most of all with your rounded gut bouncing and rippling like jelly made of rock. But you make it and haul yourself into the passenger seat, seeing how you outgrew the drivers seat at least a month ago and I hardly manage to slide myself in behind the wheel of the car. The car pulls to one side when you sit down, groaning under your weight.

Exhausted, you take a deep breath and when you breath out, everything breaks. The buttons fly open on your shirt and the seams of your jeans finally give way to your bulging fat as your large belly rushes forwards to the glove box, blocking it shut. You laugh and shake the whole car before slapping your gut and making it jiggle. You look over at me, eyeing up my fat body, licking your lips.

“So what’s for supper?”

First attempt at something like this!! Please be nice :)

[s0ftl3]

hi cole how are you :)

hcs for being friends with ted and schlatt (sfw/nsfw you choose)

Hiiii I’m good how are you <333 I’m gonna do sfw for you bc there’s not enough ted fluff on this blog (and I’m adding Charlie I hope that’s okay)

𝑻𝒆𝒅 𝑵𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏:

ꨄ little bit of a bully tbh but like never fr

ꨄ cute nicknames>>>>

ꨄ takes candids of you like any best friend who’s secretly in love with you would do

ꨄ collabritve playlists; he loves hearing your music recs (even if he thinks the song is bad)

ꨄ sharing his clothes at sleep overs and movie nights teehee I love him so much

𝑱𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒕:

ꨄ Bully pt2 still light hearted

ꨄ 24/7 calling you short he won’t let your forget you’re not as tall as him

ꨄ oddly clingy for a bestfriend; he never leaves your side at parties

ꨄ smiles to himself everytime his chat mentions you bc he just likes you so so much and they know it

ꨄ hates leaving his house but if it’s mentioned that you’re going to be there he’s already ready and out the door

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆:

ꨄ a lot of “platonic” hand holding

ꨄ y’all are on call like 24/7 he loves hearing your voice it’s his favorite thing abt you

ꨄ you two play a lot of mine craft together and are the proud parents of a dog and a cat in game (and of your beds are next to eachother)

ꨄ it doesn’t matter if he just got home from hanging out with you he’ll text you saying he misses you

ꨄ another clothes sharer, he loves seeing you in his clothes more than a friend should.

[lovesaadiqa]

The fight God has given me for this life is tailor made. I don’t always understand but I’ve surrendered to trust. An easier life would’ve made me weak and a harder one would’ve made me quit. It’s perfectly balanced for the tools I was blessed with. One belief I developed a little while ago is that even if it walks, talks or breathes, it’s dead if it doesn’t grow. I’m always learning, applying and witnessing Gods hand in my life and conscious awareness allows me to sit in awe at my journey while I’m in it. Reflection is one thing but to understand what’s happening while it’s happening shakes my spirit with gratitude. I get so scared and sad and lonely and outrageous and as soon as it starts to move beyond my scope of understanding, I get still, quiet, grateful.. reminded! The books work. The fear, sadness and pain sent me searching for answers and the saying goes “when the student is ready the teacher appears”. Not only did I find what I was looking for but I put it into practice. I have never asked God to remove the hurtles only to train me how to clear them. They used to be so huge it felt like I’d need a ladder to overcome the obstacles but now I’m an Olympian 💪🏾. I keep this running diary for several reasons.. I know this isn’t a popular platform anymore so I feel safe but also not like an over-sharer and because i can come back here and having proof that I’m alive by way of growth. I literally just had a full blown panic attack and calmed myself down in a matter minutes. This shit used to take physical pain, dramatic outbursts, talks from my dad, aunt or friends, days, medicine, drugs, hospitalization and now it’s a few deep breaths and succession of positive thoughts of my choosing. I’m proud asf of this fight I have for a good mf life. I am gonna get it, God be my witness 🙏🏾

[godblooded]

WHEN DO YOU REALIZE YOU LOVE SOMEONE.

when you ‘ re taking the bus together.

When you're coming back home after a long day, and they sit on the left side of the bus to catch the sunset. When you're admiring them often, and you realize maybe there's more to this. When they share their headphones on the long ride with you, and you take down notes in your journal and they doodle a little flower on the corner. When you look at the way the sun glare makes their hair a brand new golden shade, and you take in how small moments mean so much.

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[lil-princesshil]

A Love Letter: Why I Respect, Admire, and Love my Daddy

My Daddy isn’t perfect. He’s a human being. He can sometimes be insensitive. He can actually be kind of a dick sometimes. He doesn’t always think to himself “hmm would I like it if someone said that to me?” He’s on his phone too much. He’s not a fan of watching some of the films and tv shows that I love. He falls asleep when I want to chat. He doesn’t always ask me the questions I’d like him to ask me. He’s not naturally a “sharer”. He gets angry and swears in French when he’s driving (it’s actually quite cute and sexy, although jarring). He’s gruff and 95% of the time he looks miserable. It doesn’t help that he’s 6’3 and kinda scary looking compared to my 5’3 petite frame. He doesn’t fit the “Daddy” mold that I’m used to or I thought that I wanted.

On paper he kind of sounds like a shit Daddy. But he’s not. He’s actually the best Daddy I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot.

I’m a difficult human being. This is not one of those situations where one could say “if someone makes you feel like you’re difficult, then they’re the asshole”. No, I am difficult. I’ve been through a lot of trauma (I’m sure you can see it in my last post). And it affects every relationship I enter. I constantly struggle with trust. Every day I wonder “when is this going to turn abusive?” (Could you imagine the immense pressure that would put someone through?) I’m constantly anxious. I lash out at perceived threats. I’m defensive and quick to walk away if things get too much. I don’t trust. And I tell Him everyday I can’t trust.

I’m also highly sexual. I constantly want sex and I will honestly outlast any of you - this is not me showing off. (Daddy has referred to it as a “super power”). That might sound like he’s hit the jackpot but the reality of an over-sexed middle is not as sexy as it sounds. It’s a lot of pressure to perform. It’s a lot of pressure to always be ready and willing and eager. I imagine at times he’s scared that I’ll find someone else if he can’t meet my sex drive.

I’m also a huge flirt and an exhibitionist. Im an attention whore. I’m able to keep both of these natural tendencies at bay because I only do this on tumblr. But imagine watching and seeing your partner flirt and respond to asks that say “I want to piss all over your face” with “🤤”. I don’t think I could handle that. I might break down into tears.

Although I’m all this and much more, he’s never once made me feel like a burden. When I ask for attention he gives it to me (as long as it’s possible, dudes gotta work). When I ask for reassurance He tells me He loves me and that I’m His princess.

When He’s been insensitive and I call him out on it he apologizes. He never repeats the same mistake after I tell Him it upset me. He learns from His mistakes and tries to do better.

He’s quick to forgive. And seems to always give me the benefit of the doubt.

He’s genuinely proud of who I am. He revels in my intelligence. He loves that I’m independent and I need my space. He finds joy in the fact that I love my career. He praises me on my accomplishments. He supports my over-sexed flirtatious nature and has never tried to cull it. He’s patient with my insecurities and my lack of trust in men. He tells me all the time that I’m beautiful, pretty and sexy.

He’s also a pretty amazing human being outside of our dynamic. He has a good career that I’m proud of. He’s extremely intelligent, even if he doesn’t think He is. He loves his doggy to the moon and back. He’s an awesome cook. He’s the best Lego builder ever (and I’m always waiting for my “Daddy Lego Updates™“). He cares about the people in His life.

The last while I’ve been concerned. I’ve been concerned that because He doesn’t fit the “daddy” mold that I’m used to maybe He shouldn’t be my Daddy. But I’m starting to realize that maybe that was the problem with all my past daddies. Maybe I don’t need a duplicate of what I had. Maybe what I really need is someone who just is Himself. Someone who isn’t a caricature of a “daddy”. And rather a person who naturally is a caretaker. Someone who doesn’t see being a “daddy” as a romantic notion but instead sees the reality of what being a daddy entails.

Being a daddy isn’t always hand holding and cute nicknames. Being a daddy isn’t just spanking me and calling me a slut. Being a daddy isn’t just picking out my outfits (but I do love clothes shopping with Daddy 🥹) or telling me to drink water or to go to bed.

Being a Daddy is after a long frustrating tiring shift talking to me on the phone at 3am when I’m upset. And at the end of a long, tedious, infuriating conversation, one in which His role as Daddy is questioned, telling me He loves me and that I’m still His princess. That I’m still His. That’s what being a Daddy is.

I read comments every day that my Daddy is the luckiest daddy ever. Its actually me whos lucky. But as my Daddy would say:

Oh and btw he can lick my pussy like no one ever has 🤤

[babyjakes]

What would Willa be for Halloween?

ohhhhhhhhh listen i am absolutely down to write this hc rn i am so excited for halloween thankyou for sending this !!!!!!!!!

so she definitely gets so excited when steve explains halloween to her: “get to dress up? anything i want? and- and get candy too??” 🥺 she’s a little overwhelmed at the thought of anything she wants, so steve suggests maybe she goes as a character from a favorite movie or show. but then peter mentions she could go as a superhero, and she’s immediately set on “i wanna go as daddy” 🥺😭 so she gets the coolest little captain america costume and steve even gets a custom little shield made for her 🥺��� and bucky decides to come along with steve and her for trick-or-treating and they end up going as thor (steve) and spider man (bucky) and buck’s such a good sport about it even tho he thinks spider man’s really a little shit hehe 🥺 and thor borrows steve the hammer ‘cause he can lift it 😎 they don’t go trick-or-treating at home, instead they go to the tower bc the whole tower has a thing setup where employees kids can go around and trick-or-treat on different floors. and on the top floor willa’s friends are all dressed as characters from her favorite shows and movies 🥺🥺🥺 wanda is princess belle and nat is princess ariel. thor and peter are nemo (peter) and dory (thor.) clint’s there and he brings lilah and they’re Steve (clint) and blue (lilah) from blue’s clues. bruce is olaf from frozen. sam comes and he’s big bird from sesame street. carol comes and she’s tinker bell. (someone requested once i include Paul rudd so here you go bb) scott lang shows up as woody from toy story 🥺🥺 it’s so cute and wonderful and willa has sooooo much fun, and as she goes around to trick-or-treat she’s so so proud to say “i’m dressed up as my favorite super hero, my daddy, captain america!!” she’s so proud and excited to be just like daddy 🥺😫😭💕 when the party’s over and she’s sorting her candy with Peter in the living room, she realizes none of her friends got any candy bc they were handing it out so she goes around and shares some of hers with everyone bc she’s such a good sharer 🥺💕🥺💕 she falls asleep in the car on the way home 🥰

waaaaaaaa i love willa i could write little hc’s about her forever please always send ideas like this in 🥺💕🥺💕

[lisinfleur]

Misunderstood

The request:

Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW Ivar II, posted for HTGI Event Words | 1415 ⁑ Warnings: Ivar’s self ableism again.

When you were dragged back to that hall, you were sure that, more than your father's image, you destroyed your husband's pride.

Putting a maid in his bed on his bridal night and running away the way you did was definitely not the smartest of your plans. But what could you do?

Entering that corridor like a dog brought back to its owner seemed better than ending up like a tattered doll, shared by her husband with all his brothers and the gods know who else.

So, although escorted by the men of Kattegat, you entered that room with your head held high, ready to face the consequences of your attempt to get rid of that cruel destiny.

"So, this is the woman who was supposed to be behind the veil of that over-covering dress in my marriage ceremony..."

That wasn't the voice you were expecting to hear.

Your husband would surely be the elder one! Your father said you would sit beside a king!

Who would be the king among the sons of Ragnar if not the elder one alive, Ubbe Ragnarsson, the sharer?

"I would have been pleased. Perhaps, if you'd chosen to be gentler, I would have spared you from the night by my side once it seems to be a nightmare in your eyes."

No!

The younger one walked forward, speaking imposingly. His sharp blue eyes freezing yours as he approached.

"But you chose to flee..." he said, standing in front of you.

Making regret fill your veins instead of blood, spreading like a cold sensation when you were able to read the deception inside his blues.

"I thought..." You gasped with the words.

Your eyes oscillated from him to Ubbe's figure, resting bothered beside the throne, leaned against a pillar as if the whole scene wasn't his business.

Ivar has not lost that detail. His eyes followed her gaze, trying to understand why, suddenly, the determined woman who entered her salon was shaking on her legs, exuding nervousness through her pores.

You watched as he followed your eyes towards Ubbe, curiously looking at you before he frowned, surprised.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

His voice sounded a little shrill, making you lose your composure even more than the discovery of your big mistake had done a few seconds earlier.

"I didn't know! I ... My dad told me ... I ..." You gasped again.

And this time, even Ubbe moved away from the pillar. Thoughts of him doing the obvious math of how absurd and surprising that moment was.

He'd calmed his younger brother when the discovery of your plan, but part of him had been hurt by Ivar's acid words about your decision.

What woman would do it differently under the obligation to marry a cripple like him?

However, it seemed that his younger brother was wrong for what could be the first time since he could remember.

"Did you think you would marry me?" he said.

Making it even more outrageous for you with that sarcastic smile on his lips.

Once again, you straightened your posture, looking at him on top of your arrogance as a woman proud enough to face her actions.

"I would rather die dry and shame my family than put myself under a womanizer like you, Prince Ubbe!" you answered.

Making his lips curve a little more, opening his smile when Ivar took a step back, and your father squeaked like a dying squirrel struck by your words.

"Mighty Odin! What did I do to deserve this curse?" he cried. "Forgive my daughter, Prince Ubbe, she ..." he began with his usual conversation about how you were as crazy as your mother was.

Of course... Because facing men or spitting out the truth, however crude, was crazy! It had to be!

You rolled your eyes.

"I am not a sharer, nor a doll to be shared!" you cut your father, maintaining your position concerning Ubbe, irritated his smile was bigger and bigger as you spoke. "I'm not going to submit to stupid games to your satisfaction, and I don't see what's so funny about what I'm saying, Prince!" you raised your tone when Ubbe couldn't help giggling.

"Well, brother," he said, not looking at you but at Ivar, whose eyes were fixated on you, surprised by your statements. "It looks like she didn't leave because of you, after all," the elder one giggled again.

And there it was again: your posture was completely destabilized by the realization of your grotesque error.

Your fiancé was neither Ubbe nor Hvitserk - another one you knew: he would follow his brother wherever the eldest went!

But you had tried to deceive Ivar, The Boneless. Just the most brilliant mind of its time! Just the only one among the children of Ragnar that you had sworn to accept without reservation.

"That's it?" Ivar asked, still shocked by the realization of what was really going on before his naked eyes. "Did you think your fiancé was Ubbe and were you trying to refuse my brother?"

You bowed your head, defeated.

"Gods!" your father exclaimed again. "What a shame!"

"If you only knew ..." Ivar started.

His eyes on yours like sharp blades, certainly ready to see clearly any lie in your next words.

"If you had known that I was the man you were going to marry, what would you have done?"

You lifted your head, looking him straight in the eye.

Your answer came so direct and clear that it was impossible to doubt your conviction.

"I would have been late for our ceremony, as I certainly wouldn't have been able to finish in time all the sacrifices I believe the gods would deserve for their benevolence regarding my destiny, my lord."

It was easy to see that your answer shocked him.

"Did you... Want to marry me? Were you refusing Ubbe on my behalf?"

"What's so surprising about that?" you asked, confused by his reaction. "Forgive me, my lord, but what has Prince Ubbe done with his life besides becoming famous for sharing his wives like toys? There is nothing about him to do in the halls of history, except the things he did under your brilliancy, my lord. You, on the other hand..." you said.

Feeling your cheeks slightly warm as you spoke.

"Your achievements are counted as legends wherever our steps can reach. How you've won York not once, but twice from the hands of the same Christian king that your plans bent to his knees. How could I not be flattered to be the chosen one of the man who defeated the untouchable Björn Ironside?"

"With my indispensable help," Ubbe finally spoke, feeling slightly diminished in his ego by your words.

A manifestation that you almost completely ignored.

As if Ivar the Boneless was not going to find a way to win that war whether Ubbe had turned against his older brother to help him or not! The news said that he was already winning even when all the brothers were against him!

You could bet that Aslaug's two eldest sons had only changed sides in the face of the obvious defeat!

"I think the first ceremony was worthless, and I believe that we can ignore this shameful moment in the history of our alliance if my father-in-law agrees to fund a new ceremony, so my fianceé and I can celebrate our wedding with real vows and in the right way this time. No more mistakes," Ivar said.

Almost blaming your father for the mistake you made.

On second thought... If he hadn't kept that secret about who he was engaged to...

"Oh, without a doubt!" said your father. "But allow me to introduce you to my second daughter. She is more like me than Y/N, who took after her mother."

You crossed your arms, ready to defend yourself against that absurdity.

But it was your future husband who touched your chin, smiling with satisfaction.

"I like this one. And I don't accept alliances if I'm not sure that my wedding will be with Y/N. By the way, no more veils." he completed, stroking your chin. "I want to be sure that I am marrying the woman I want this time."

You smiled. His eyes were full of satisfaction this time.

Your manner had somehow captivated him, and your smile followed the increase of his on his lips.

What was a terrible marriage had just become a dream for you.

And you definitely wouldn't miss your wedding a second time.

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[sintreaties]

Yumemi trying to brag about Saori and Kirari keeps one-upping her with Sayaka. And/or Saori is bragging about Yumemi and Sayaka keeps one-upping with Kirari.

Let's see: did I get the reference right?

It was almost time for her usual afternoon tea when Kirari realized just how much meaning faces carry.

Take the eyebrows for starters. Notice how the thicker they are, the more their owner will have a rougher character. Some lips speak of affectedness; some eyes tend to glaze over, proof of a general disinterest for life and its sharers. Take a face, any face, and see just how much of the person you can read in it.

Kirari was pondering over all of this as Yumemi stood before her desk, waiting for her to sign the formal request for her Saint Valentine’s Super Duper Happy Concert.

For once, Yumemite looked sincerely joyful. Not like a professional idol but… more like a person. A real one. Yumemi’s mouth had lost that ability to bend — cramping up, rather than smiling — that made it so obvious that she faked through the greatest part of her days.

Kirari glanced at her. “It appears that something awfully good happened to you, Yumemi,” she remarked, hiding her curiosity.

“Do I? Aw.”

Kirari smiled as Yumemi set up one of her usual shows. A mixture of coyness and blackboard-grating squeaks: that’s a high-school idol for you.

“You never change, President, you just saw through me! You see” — Yumemi cleared her throat, perhaps to get the high-pitched voice right — “I really, really didn’t expect to be able to hold this concert in time. I don’t know what Saori did, but she managed to get everything ready with a whole week of advance!” Yumemi clapped her hands, giggling. “Not even Miss Igarashi was able to keep up. Ooh, my fans will be so glad!”

Kirari raised her brow. “I’m sure they will,” she said, “after all, Sayaka did ensure that the auditorium would be able to safely house all of them. She double-checked with both the security and your manager. Certainly, Saori mentioned that?”

“Mmh.” Yumemi brought a finger to her lips, thinking. Speaking of faces: the arrogance in Yumemi’s sharpened the smile on Kirari’s lips. “I don’t think so! Saori talked with the sponsors and the YourTube broadcasting crew — and she prepared the refreshments for everyone. That’s just how she is.” Yumemi giggled. “She’s a one-woman army!”

“Is she?” Kirari smiled, crossing her legs under her desk. “I suppose that being a manager to such a popular idol must be tough. I wonder how she would handle being a Secretary.” As she spoke, Kirari left another fluttering signature on Yumemite’s request. “Sayaka took up to it wonderfully. In six months she was already handling half of my duties. It’s been a while since our middle school saw a talented person like her.”

“You’re right! We should be so proud of our middle school!” Yumemite giggled in her palm. Kirari had no doubts she was hiding a grin. “Before graduating, Saori was already juggling between my interviews, my training sessions, and my very first recordings. And yet! She still managed to be among the top students in our class. She was just that special.”

“Indeed, indeed.” Kirari nodded to herself and turned the page. “In the rankings she was… Mh. What position was she again?” Kirari brought a hand to her chin. “It wasn’t close to the top, or else I’d remember seeing her name right below Sayaka’s.”

A muscle jumped in Yumemite’s jaw. Kirari observed with interest — and not a small deal of satisfaction — that subtle change.

“Aw, but President! Of course you didn’t!” Yumemi smiled, her teeth glimmering sinister in the lights of the aquariums. “Saori was too busy to study! It’s not like she was a shut-in with no friends and nothing to do. Her hands were already full as they were with me. And indeed: they’re only getting fuller.”

Yumemi crossed her arms. Eyebrows, mouth, eyes: had she been less smug, perhaps Kirari wouldn’t have understood what she was saying. But then: Yumemi wouldn’t have let herself look half as pleased upon realizing that her innuendo had come through.

Checkmate, she must’ve thought. Manager in A6.

Kirari set down her pen. She smiled. “I suppose you’re right,” she said as she reached for the first button of her shirt. “Being an idol does come with its burdens. It’s admirable of Saori to help you shoulder them.”

As she said so, Kirari unbuttoned her shirt just enough to show an inch of her neck. She made it look as if it was a mere matter of discomfort, as if her braids had been bothering her too: as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, a long, red line came into view on the candid skin.

Yumemi watched, with complacency first, with obtuseness then, as she recognized the knots of a rope in the fading marks.

“Good luck with the concert then.” Kirari’s throat disappeared as quickly as she had shown it. She pushed the request on the desk for Yumemi to take, signaling the end of the meeting. "Thank you for passing by, Yumemi. It was nice talking to you.”

Yumemi frowned as she took the documents. Watching her leave, Kirari was massaging her wrists under the embroidered cuffs of her shirt.

Saori was waiting right outside of the lounge. “What happened?” she asked as soon as Yumemi closed the door behind her.

“Nothing. Nothing happened.” Yumemi was still frowning. “Saori?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Make a note to go buy a collar later.”

“A collar?” Saori blinked. As Yumemi went on, she hurried after her, repeating, “A collar? But I thought you hated dogs.”

Yumemi glowered as she turned the corner. She bit into her thumb: the idol façade crumbled around her.

“You’ll see,” she muttered.

[orangefoxes]

Hey, so I've been trying to submit a prompt but it won't work so here it goes I know this will be sad but what if Neil gets really sad and depressed (the reason is up for interpretation ex: bullied by jack or is haunted by PTSD) and so he becomes full of self hate and becomes anorexic and cuts himself #andreil (this would mean so much since I've been through similar circumstances and was strong enough to pull through and keep living, this book and your Tumblr have helped me so much)

Hi @soph-ie21 I am so sorry this took a whopping 4 years for me to post. I’m terrible for not checking my inbox as my notifications have been turned off for tumblr since I was like 13. I’m so glad to hear that you recovered from your ED, you must be so strong and I’m so proud of you as I know how difficult that is to do. I’m hoping this is the sort of prompt you were looking for, if you’re even looking after this long, as it’s not very dialogue heavy, but here you go.

TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER, SELF LOATHING, ANOREXIA.

When in high stress situations, to cope, the brain releases a hormone called cortisol. It’s alright in small doses, helpful even. It triggers your fight or flight response and readies the body to do something, fast. Constant exposure to the hormone however, has some not so good long term effects. Effects that include, but are not limited to: high blood pressure, heart disease, type 2 diabetes, osteoporosis, and, arguably the mildest, weight gain.

Cortisol results in weight gain for two reasons. The first is because it slows your metabolism, and the second is because the drop in blood sugar from constant high blood pressure means that you start craving fatty, sugary foods, which leads to overeating. Neil’s memory is not nearly good enough for him to recall what foods he had craved over the years, but he and his mother shied away from sweets and chocolate for dental reasons, it probably would have been a hardship for many kids growing up but Neil had never much cared for sugar anyway. However, what he and his mother did indulge in is a lot of fatty, fast food. Partly because it was cheap, partly because it was something they could eat while on the move, and partly because no one would look twice at two sketchy people in a Burger King or remember a beaten up old car briefly pausing in a drive thru.

While never giving much thought to how he looked (short of checking for ginger roots and the bruise on his cheek from where his mother had slapped that smile from his face), Neil does remember his weight fluctuating a lot when he was younger. The more stressful the months, the chubbier he got. It was in the quiet periods as he and his mother settled down and didn’t dare to venture into the supermarket too often that he began to lose it again. It was a cycle.

In Millport, Neil was at his lowest weight yet. There was only a solitary McDonald’s in town and Neil wasn’t about to become a regular. He stocked up on tinned food from the supermarket in his first week in town instead and meticulously made his way through them, heating the can up on the hot plate he had bought for four dollars from the thrift store in the high street.

He gained weight again once he started at Palmetto, he gained muscle mass too. This, of course, was thanks to three free meals a day and a new training regime with daily exercise. It was to be expected, but if, perhaps, he gained weight quicker than his teammates and muscle slower, well, he had bigger things to worry about.

Then he knew he was going to live.

Then everything with the Moriyamas was…well, not gone, but resolved.

That’s not to say there was nothing to stress about. There was the influx of reporters wanting to catch the Foxes’ attention to ask about Nathaniel Wesninski. There was Kevin’s impending break down as Riko’s funeral came and went. There was Aaron’s trial. Honestly it probably would have gone as stressful situations for Neil always go - here and gone just as quickly - except it turns out that Nicky cooks when he’s stressed, and Neil, well, he’s a stress eater.

After Aaron is declared innocent, Nicky resumes as normal. Neil…not quite. He’s constantly opening the cupboards to look for something to eat only to close them again when he finds nothing of interest. Without Nicky cooking, there’s nothing he can easily dig into and Neil, while accumulating many skills over the years, had never been a hand in the kitchen. The only things ready-eat that were consistently in the dorm were ramen and ice-cream. Even the thought of ramen makes Neil want to vomit and Neil wasn’t so desperate that he would resort to eating something as sweet as ice cream. Not that Andrew would let him if he did. (Andrew wasn’t a sharer).

He started to feel hungry.

He was always hungry.

The first few days he started to skip meals, he didn’t even notice he was doing it. Surely he didn’t notice he was doing it.

It’s just -

Here’s the thing.

Maybe he stress eats. Maybe his mother did too. They spent long car journeys with a family sized bag of potato chips resting by the gear stick and they spent half the time stuffing handfuls into their mouths and the other half checking the mirrors for cars that stayed behind them a touch to long. So maybe he stress ate, but it was never because of hunger: it was because of craving. It was because it gave him something to do with his hands. It was only when things quietened down, when the weeks turned long with the monotonous almost-existence that took up the majority of Neil’s life growing up (here’s something no one tells you about life on the run, in between the moments of sheer terror, it’s very very very boring), it was only then, that Neil actually began to feel things like hunger.

So when the hunger pangs began to curdle in his stomach, well, he didn’t mind. It meant he was safe enough to feel the hunger.

Maybe for the first couple of days he didn’t notice it. But then he noticed it.

He noticed enough to avoid things like rice and bread. Danger foods that packed on the calories and that made him bite the inside of his cheek until it bled at the mere thought. He noticed enough that he began to watch the others train and saw their muscles flex and couldn’t help but track their muscle growth and measure it up against his own. He always found himself lacking.

That’s when it started to get worse. If Allison spent 20 minutes on the treadmill. Then Neil would do 30. If Kevin did 40 push ups. Then Neil would do 50. If Renee had a salad for lunch, then Neil would just have a fruit pot.

The first time Andrew noticed that he skipped a meal, Neil just blinked. Being who he was, Neil didn’t do stupid things like stumble for lies and this time was no different. When Andrew asked about him not eating Neil just blinked like he hadn’t even noticed until Andrew brought it up.

He blinked and said “oh, you’re right. I got so caught up in watching exy reruns i didn’t even notice”

He said, “thanks, I’ll grab something in a sec”

Andrew breathed a scoffing breath down his nose, rolled his eyes and called him a junkie. He didn’t look at all surprised, as though Neil was only confirming what he had already guessed. Which of course is the trick all good liars employ.

Neil wondered if he would be surprised if he were to find out how impossible it would be for Neil to forget a meal time. He could never forget. All he thought about was food. It was all he thought about.

Food began to feel like it was all he cared about. Cared about more than school. Cared about more than exy. Is it terrible of him that that more than anything else feels like the worst thing?

And then, as things do, it got worse.

It turned into Neil stood in front of the mirror (looking at his body but not his eyes, never his eyes) and pinching the flesh between his fingers. Noticing every part of him that didn’t harden into muscle like the others. Noticing all the scars that had stretched strangely over a waist and thighs that are no longer as small.

He begins to peck at his food. Rip it into tiny pieces. Andrew looks down at his plate and glowers at him. Neil gives him a cheeky grin. He knows what he’s thinking. That this is just another one of those Andrew-mannerisms that Neil is taking on for himself. Like the sarcastic salutes and the blank, waiting stares. It’s so much easier to hide how little you’ve eaten when it’s all in pieces.

He didn’t know how to explain it. He just knows he needs to be thinner. He needs to weigh less. It’s not about looks. It’s never been about looks. He just needs to do this. He needs to be smaller. It will be alright then. Because then…then…

Well it will be alright then.

So here’s the thing about guilt and self loathing: they’re useless emotions. Andrew would be quick to agree. (Though Andrew is a hypocrite and is chock full of the both of them). His mother would agree too. How many times had Neil slipped poison into someone’s drink, stole from someone just as desperate, shot someone who maybe or maybe-not deserved it? And how many times after that did his mother pinch and prod at him and repeat the same mantra of “don’t you dare let guilt slow you down, you slow down and you’re dead”

Well, Mum, he’s slowed down. He slowed down so much that he’s stopped altogether and guess what? He fucking hates himself.

He replays it all in his head like a terrible loop. The boy in Switzerland that he tricked into taking his jacket so His fathers men would go after him instead. The old women he and his mother tricked into housing them and then slipped something in her tea until she slept and never woke up again. The homeless man who had broken into the house they were squatting in that Neil had shot on instinct. Seth.

Seth. Seth. Seth.

He fucking hates himself. Honestly the hunger pains kind of feel like the best thing he’s ever felt after that. The pain, the ache, he deserves it.

Then it gets worse. Then comes the worst part.

Andrew’s meds change again. The others had begun to make him irritable and he always had an energy crash by about 5pm and a terrible headache. The new ones wouldn’t be of much note as they did nothing groundbreakingly different, short of getting rid of the headaches and not sapping so much of his energy.

Except for one key side effect of the meds.

They suppressed Andrew’s appetite.

More and more Andrew is missing meals. He won’t even eat more than a tablespoon of ice cream. Neil watches him and adjusts himself to suit. He doesn’t know why, but he just can’t be eating more than him, he can’t.

The frustration he feels about Andrew’s meds soon turn to resentment. He hates that he has to watch Andrew not eat and not seem affected by it at all. Andrew lessens his exercise under Betsy’s advice and yet nothing changes. His weight stays the same. He probably even loses some thanks to the loss of muscle. Neil watches and Neil hates. He hates that if he skipped out on training he would pack on the pounds, he hates that his stomach hurt and hurts and Andrew doesn’t spare a thought on food at all.

He starts to avoid the roof. He starts to dodge Andrew’s gaze the same way he does his own in the mirror.

The next time they’re alone and Andrew leans in, more hesitant than he’s been in months, Neil jerks back and snaps “No.”

It isn’t even completely because of the resentment. The majority of it is because he feels disgusting and fat and he can’t bare Andrew touching him right now. Can’t bare him looking at him.

Andrew’s face closes off and he slides back to the other side of the couch. He’s searching Neil’s face, trying to find the misstep, trying to find what he did wrong.

Good, let him think he did something wrong.

Now that’s the resentment.

It’s immediately one of the worst things Neil has ever thought. He remembers sitting, trembling, on the roof, Andrew refusing to touch him saying “I wont be like them, I wont let you let me be”

And Neil’s trying to make him think, wants to make him feel -

Jesus Christ. He’s a piece of fucking shit.

He slams his way out of the dorm and runs and runs and runs.

He sleeps in the locker room and slumps out in the morning so he’s first in the main room for the meeting with Wymack. He sits on a chair that’s as far away from every other seat as it can get while still completing the make do semi-circle around where Wymack usually stands. When the others begin to filter in they take in his new seat, but don’t comment when they see his storming expression.

When Andrew sees him he pauses for a beat in the doorway before continuing to his usual seat on the couch. He stares at Neil blankly, but his hands are clenching and unclenching in his lap. Wymack hesitates but doesn’t say anything. The others play at being uninterested and only Aaron openly looks between Neil and Andrew with a steadyingly darkening expression.

Neil slams his locker and gets changed in the cubicles for the first time in months. He’s vicious in practice. Throwing in as many dirty moves as he can. Andrew stands in the goal and does nothing. When it’s only Wymack’s sharp whistle that stops Neil bringing his racket down on Matt’s arm when he attempts to steal the ball, Neil is benched.

He yanks off his helmet and slumps down on the bench and tries to remember how to breathe through rage.

He’s sat, pinching at the skin on his thigh, for ten minutes before Allison joins him. She holds out a breakfast bar and Neil stiffens.

“Eat, it might help you stop being such a raging asshole,” she says.

Neil takes the breakfast bar and when she doesn’t immediately leave he opens it and snaps a bit off with his fingers.

He stares down the rolled oats and nuts and grimaces at the sticky feeling of the syrup that holds them together. He feels sick.

“Are you going to eat?” Allison says.

Neil looks at her and huffs a bitter breath through his nose. A wry smile pulls at the corner of his lips.

He remembers that Allison battled bulimia for years.

You can’t lie to a liar.

She looks at his face. Concern trying to become anger that she’s trying to force to stay concern. She looks at his face and then over at Andrew, who is stood in his goal watching them as Kevin shouts at him to fucking do something already. She looks back at Neil.

“You know, relationships are hard enough without mental health problems in the mix. Seth and I were a terrible combination for many reasons and that was one them. I’m not saying it can’t be done or that it shouldn’t be done, I’m just saying it makes it so much harder. He used to try to make me eat. I hated him for that. Hated that I had to hide my own habits in my own room. One day, after he stopped me from going to purge one too many times we got into an argument. I said some disgusting things to him. The next day he was in the hospital because of an overdose. He had to get his stomach pumped. You know what the worst thing is? I don’t even remember what it is I said. I don’t know if what I did triggered him or if it would have happened anyway, but it couldn’t have helped. You’re always going to trigger each other at one point or another, it’s unavoidable. But if you know that and you don’t do anything to help yourself…well that’s when every shit thing you think about yourself starts to become true. So tell me, are you a piece of shit that’s going to drag everyone down with you, or are you better than that?”

Neil looks down at the breakfast bar. He still can’t make himself eat it.

He swallows harshly against the lump in his throat. He has to swallow two more times until he’s sure he can talk without crying.

“What’s betsy’s number?” He asks.

Allison doesn’t smile, but she nods like he’s done the right thing and pulls out her phone.

SIDE NOTE: I’d like to point out that Neil is very flawed and toxic in his thinking and Allison is harsh in what she says to him just because she’s a harsh person. If you have an eating disorder I know sometimes help and recovery seems like the worst thing in world and something you really don’t want, but please, please seek help. You can do it.

[thebtswritersclub]

Happy birthday Eva!!!

Today’s a very special day in the net. We’re celebrating our admin and founder Eva’s birthday!!!! We all love you so much and we wish you a really good day, Momma 💜 Here are some messages from the staff and members to wish you a great day:

EVAAAAAAAAAAA! MOMMY! Happy birthday! This year has been A YEAR! And you've ROCKED IT! You're so amazing! I'm so glad we're friends. Talking to you and playing games together really makes my weeks and I'm so thankful that I've had the pleasure of being friends with you and an admin with you for so long! Happy birthday! I love u. -Lillia @moccahobi​

Eva! My platonic soulmate, my braincell sharer, my Jin-biased comrade in arms! Though we only met less than a year ago, you have quickly grown to become one of my closest friends and confidants. I always find so much joy in our conversations and having you in my life brightens my world in so many ways. I love you and I hope we stay friends for a long, long time. Have a great birthday, you deserve it and so much more. -Dean @eternalseokjin​

Eva, queen of multitasking and mom extraordinaire, I hope you know how much I and everyone else loves you. I have always been a fan of your writing but the last year has given me the chance to get to know you as a person and it is both my privilege and pleasure to be able to say that I am your friend  hope this year brings you all the love, joy and luck in the world  u r adorable and ily. happy birthday luv. -Aditi @ditttiii​

Happy birthday, love of my life!!! I can't believe that we've made it this far, honestly. Your friendship is one of my most valuable possessions in life. Thank you foralways being there in the good and bad moments. Know that I'll always have your back. Eva, I'm so incredibly proud of you and all the amazing things you have accomplished, in and out of the net. You're far stronger than you think, never forget it. I wish you nothing but the best, you deserve no less. Have the happiest of birthdays, my love. -Danna @unoriginal_username15234

Dearest Eva! One year older and one year wiser! I want you to know that no matter how much stress you have and how much you ever doubt yourself, I'll be here to build you up with talks about werewolf aus and bias (wreckers)!! You've become such a good and supportive friend of mine and I love our talks, be they about school or thirsting over the boys. Thank you for being there and reminding me and everyone else how much we are worth - thank you for building up such a great community, my partner in angst. Happiest of birthdays and I love you so much. -Rid @taegularities​

Happy Birthday, Eva! I’ve only been knowing you for a short while, but it feels like decades. You’re such an amazing person and writer. You’re so intelligent, talented, and funny. Oh, and your writing is mind-blowing! I wasn’t lying when I said that you inspire me; you are beautiful inside and out. We’re all so lucky to have you, and thank you for being here for us. We love you!!! Stay awesome, sweetie! And have a Happy Birthday!! You deserve it! Love, Dee Dee. @sugasbabiie​

Eva, Happy Birthday!    Thank you for being so kind with welcoming me to the network. I hope your day is surrounded by the things and people you love!                                                 - Lou @sujigguk​

Hey Eva! Happy birthday! You are one of the most wonderful, kind and supportive people that I know. It’s honestly a privilege to call you my friend. Thank you for all you’ve done for me, and here’s to many more happy moments to come :) -Elle @wheresmymoniat​

Eva, You're a lovely person and have created such a wonderful little safe haven for so many BTS writers on tumblr. It's hard to put to words how happy I am to have met you and be able to call you my friend. It's not something I take for granted and I hope that we can continue to be friends for a long time. You mean a lot to a lot of people and I'm sure that whatever compliments I have to give you, someone else has said much better than I could lol. I hope that you have a wonderful day and take some time to relax and maybe do some self care! You work so hard and you deserve it! All my love, Keri @kerikaaria​

eva! wishing you the happiest of birthdays!  You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve met in bwc and on tumblr in general, and i’m so lucky to be able to know you. I hope your birthday is as wonderful as you are. Sending you so much love and so many good vibes!!  -Carese @honeyj00ns​

Happy birthday eva, the greatest team mom, amazing writer, DM and wonderful friend!!! I really hope your birthday is amazing as you are, you deserve it. I am so happy to know you through the amazing net you created. Thank you so much for being your incredible self and I hope you can feel as much happiness today as you bring to me and all of us at the net xx -Ru @btsmosphere​

Eva! The happiest of birthdays to you my emo soulmate! I hope you have a wonderful day full of cake and cuddles and happiness! I'm so happy to have gotten t know you. Thank you for always listening to my rants about people who annoy me and ideas i cant get out of my head, but most of thank you for creating a space where i could meet other fantastic people such as yourself! i hope last year treated you well and that this year brings all the growth and fulfilment you desire! :3 HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!  -Mars @joheunsaram​

Thank you for being our mum, thank you for entertaining us, thank you for being so kind and including everyone, thank you for giving me a place where I can be safe.  Don't ever change and I hope the day is filled with bright lovely moments and I hope this day brings you lots of happiness, fun and most importantly love! Ilysm and thank you for being you! <333 Have a great day Eva! -Ellie @jungkooksbroski​

[namchyoon]

♧ hi anna 🥺💕 hope you're having the best day like you deserve!!!!!!! 💞

TAYLORRRRR i hope you know i'm always waiting on an excuse to gush about you so thank you for the opportunity 💞💞 i actually AM having a great day because i'm done with my degree thank you :')

You’re my: fellow joon enthusiast, one brain-cell-sharer, and favourite schitt's creek fan :') How I met you: on one fine day i saw your jooncore set and the rest, as they say, is history Why I follow you: wait, i have like infinite reasons but i'll try to condense them. if your blog only had the koya/joon set, jooncore, everythingoes and 100th joon day set (just 4 posts), i'd still follow you. whenever you post anything, my day is instantly 10x better and when it's joon gifs, make that 100x, and if it's joon best boy agenda, then infinityx. your 100 days of joon series over but never, EVER forgotten, i cannot believe that series exists but i do feast over them regularly. you're so talented with gifs AND gfx and you're even experimenting now and you just never miss!!!! and now that you also love youngjae and got7, it makes me even more happy to see your random got7 reblogs because that's one more thing in common. your blog is literally the biggest serotonin boost for me and i just love it so very much, thank you for learning to gif, tumblr would not be the same without your gifs. 💘 Your blog is: truly a safe space, i think, especially for me and it radiates the same energy as you, which is just nice and peaceful and calm Your URL is: AN ICON!!! fun fact (which idk if i told you? maybe i did?) i remember you changing your url and i was going to dm you for the first time to congratulate you and i was kind of nervous because i was just a baby blog and i was like okay anna let's do this and then TUMBLR DIDN'T OPEN THE CHAT there was some glitch so i couldn't start a conversation with you and i think i kept trying and finally gave up but then tried again and the next day and i'm proud of myself because i got an amazing friend out of it 😌 so your url change is basically the reason we started talking sjdjfkg Your icon is: PINK JOON!!! BUTTER JOON!!! BEST THING ON THE PLANET GIVES ME HAPPINESS EVERY TIME I SEE IT A random fact I know about you: that you and i share very similar opinions on certain things and i'm glad to be able to discuss it with you 🥺 also always on the joon best boy agenda !!! always !!!! General opinion: taylor, you're an absolute joy to have on this site, we're actually not worthy but grateful nonetheless. you provide so much support to every content creator and are always so encouraging and patient, you are and always will be one of the reasons i stuck around on this site and i'm always thankful for your very existence, thank you 🥺💞 A random thought I have: i just got reminded of that little bit alexis set i mentioned that i never got around to making, maybe one day lmao and also that you're literally the joon of this site ily <333

Mutuals send me “♧“ and I’ll do this!

[drblueneck]

Jagged Pieces/Wreaking Havoc snippet

So y’all had me wondering about what Jealous!Minato would be like in JP, and what could trigger his jealousy. This is my answer. Enjoy! I’ll post this later on in Wreaking Havoc when it’s edited and perhaps add some little things :)

It all started with food.

Hajime was never a fussy baby, happy to stuff his mouth with whatever edible thing was in sight. Hajime was also not a sharer: what was his was his alone, something he surely took after his father who would always berate Kujin or Naruto when they borrowed something of his without asking. So Minato was quite surprised when Hajime presented a pile of mushy… something… in the palm of his hand to Kujin of all people.

“Is that for me? Is it, Haji-chan? Is it for Uncle ?”

The red-head was bent over the toddler, a huge grin stretching his lips as he waved a spoon around. He had insisted to help Minato feed his son so that he could finish some mission report, and though it often meant having to wash his hair afterwards, Kujin always took pleasure in caring for his honorary nephew.

“Um, um!”

Hajime waved his fistful around, leaning over his highchair to bring it closer to Kujin’s mouth.

“Yum yum, yes ! But it’s for Haji-chan, not Uncle, come on, eat it!” Seeing the toddler unreleteningly trying to shove his tiny fist in Kujin’s mouth, the redhead turned towards his friend, pale faced. “Dude, do I really have to eat this mush?”

Minato had been staring at them, eyebrows raised so high they disappeared under his fringe. He blinked twice at Kujin’s question before abruptly frowning. He neatly gathered his papers and put his pen down before crossing his hands sternly in front of him.

“Eat.”

“Dude, no.”

“My son offered you his meal. Are you going to refuse his gift and be the first to teach him what disappointment is?”

Mouth agape at the sheer betrayal from his friend, Kujin was about to spew some dirty insults when Hajime’s tiny fist finally found its destination. Kujin gagged around the mouthful, Hajime giggled, and Minato grumbled something laced with venom.

And then it happened again as they were in the garden.

Hajime was crawling around the high grass, stopping every once in a while to pull at some herbs or to dig his fingers in the damp dirt. Kujin was supervising him while Minato was tending to a patch of flowers that Naruto insisted he watered while she was away.

The man was focused on trimming the plants, thinking half-fondly about his banshee of a wife and entertaining the idea of trashing the flowerbed just to bask in her angry reaction – that would lead to a good fight between them, and perhaps they could even have some angry make up sex afterwards if Naruto was not too upset – when Kujin’s surprised cry got his attention.

“Oooh, is that for me Haji-chan? You shouldn’t have. Like. Really!”

Hajime giggled, clapping his hands together as his gift of crushed grass and wet pebbles were well received.

Inadvertently, Minato cut the head of a flower, staring holes in Kujin’s skull.

The third time, Hajime gave Kujin a button.

The fourth, he gave him a quarter of the apple Minato had cut for him.

The fifth time was the one too many for the blond man as he came home to relieve Kujin from his babysitting duty only to find Hajime asleep on the man’s shoulder, his plushie hanging in the redhead’s grip.

Seeing the storm brewing in his friend’s eyes, Kujin was quick to put the baby in his crib and to stir the seething father away from the room.

“Ooookay, dude, what crawled up your ass and died? You look constipated as fuck.”

Minato ripped the plushie dripping with saliva from Kujin’s hand and tucked it in his pocket, left eyebrow already twitching with repressed anger.

“You’re stealing my son,” Minato said between gritted teeth.

Confused, Kujin tilted his head on the side like a curious bird. “Wha?”

The blond man crossed his arms and started tapping his foot on the floor. “Stop stealing my son’s attention!”

“Again, whaaaat?”

With an angry huff, Minato started counting on his fingers. “He gives you his food, he gives you gifts, he even lends you his plushie that I bought for him. He never does that with me, not even with his mother. So. Kujin. You’re a son stealer, and you need to stop.”

And that did it.

Unable to help himself, Kujin burst out laughing, growing red in the face with the force of it. “OOoouuuuh hoho this is sooo good hahahaha ! Minato! Dude! I can’t evenPWHAHAHAHA!”

“Stop laughing, it’s not funny!”

“It iiiiiiiis pffffhahahaha!”

Fed up, Minato kicked him in the shin and Kujin stumbled back, hopping in place as he held onto his shin, still unable to stop his laughter.

Finally, he calmed down and wiped the tears from his face. “Dude! Your son is a freaking HELLION! He’s been putting up a fight everytime your back is turned! His gifts are POISONED! The mush he fed me was something he had already chewed on, he gave me a worm along with his pebbles, he fished the button from the toilets, and he’s been screaming his head off for the last two hours before I finally put him to bed.”

Kujin clapped his hands on Minato’s shoulders. Hard.

“So. Brother. Teach your spawn some manners, because I swear to God he’s more of a little turd than you are. But still cuter than you.”

Usually, Minato would’ve surely bashed his friend’s head in for the insult. But this time around, he basked in it, weirdly happy.

“Oh. I guess like father, like son. Thanks for the babysitting Kujin, I’ll take it up from here and spend some quality time with my son.”

And if it was said with more proud and possessiveness than should be reasonable, well.

Minato couldn’t care one bit.

OMAKE

“… and he praised him afterwards! Can you believe that shit?!”

He slapped some more coins on the counter, wordlessly asking for a new drink. Naruto clucked her tongue, still nursing her second beer.

“Tch, so typical. He completely spoiled my baby! Haji-chan used to cling to me and be so cute…” she almost crushed the glass in her hand as she spat the next words, “and now he always just wants daddy!”

“Ugh, I’m never babysitting for you guys again. You’re raising the Devil’s child, mark my words.” He would know after all, Minato had to have been born from the deepest pit of hell to be like he is.

“Well I’m never having kids again. Traitors, that’s what they are. You grow them for nine months and what do they thank you with, hm?”

Kujin gulped down a new shot. “I don’t know, cut your hair, like they do with their babysitters?” he said bitterly, fingering at the shorter red locks falling from his braid.

“Worse! Their first word is ‘daddy’! ‘DADDY’! HOW IS THAT FAIR?!”

“Fucking Minato,” they both muttered, clinking their glass together.

[breanime]

Decisions

Here’s my first bingo attempt for @banditthewriter! Thanks for this event! I love you!

*gif not mine*

Very rarely did Billy Russo feel like he was out of his depth. He had always been confident; from the time he was a smartass kid mouthing off to the biggest kid on the playground to his time in the Marines all the way to his role as CEO. He always knew what to say or do, and how to handle tough situations. It was a virtue he prided himself on: knowing what to do and doing it.

But now he wasn’t so sure. He was doubting himself, questioning his decision and wondering if it was too late to take it back.

“Are you still brooding?” You asked, walking into Billy’s home office with a dirty towel on your shoulder. “It’s been an hour.”

“I’m not brooding,” he said broodily as he brooded by the window, hands behind his back as he stared off into the backyard. His tense stance relaxed a bit when he felt your arms wrap around him from behind, giving him a soft hug. He sighed. “Do you think I was too harsh?”

You clicked your tongue from behind him. “We’ve talked about this, Billy…”

“I know,” he turned and took your hand in his, dark eyes staring into yours, “But I feel… I don’t…”

“You did the right thing,” you assured him, “The punishment fit the crime.”

“Did it though?” He asked, dropping your hands and walking over to his desk. He looked at his favorite picture, proudly displayed amongst the files and papers: a photo of him with his arm around you, and your two kids smiling as they held hands. Your son was so happy. He’d just hit the winning ball in his little league game, and he was still wearing his uniform. Your daughter was almost as proud of her brother as you and Billy were of your son; she’d nearly screamed herself hoarse cheering for her brother. Billy picked the picture up and sighed again. “Maybe I should go in there again…”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you,” you reminded him—as if he needed to be reminded. Billy made a face, and you sighed. “She’s just upset, she’ll be fine…”

He nodded, but he still felt shitty. He’d just caught your daughter coloring on the kitchen walls; she was five, and she knew better. So he’d made her clean it up and then grounded her, sending her to her room and telling her she couldn’t watch any TV for the rest of the week…It was Friday, so the rest of the week was just the weekend, but still… His little princess had been so hurt when he’d grounded her. Billy had used his stern Anvil voice—he never yelled at his kids, or you, but the Anvil voice was pretty serious. She’d made that face, the downturned corners of her lips quivering as her wide eyes—Billy’s eyes—watered with tears, and her little hands balled into fists at her sides as she tried not to cry. When he had said “now go to your room”, she’d run so quickly, as if she didn’t even want to be in the same room as her Dad. She slammed her bedroom door when she’d gotten to her room, and when Billy went in there to scold her, he found her face down on her bed, crying her little eyes out on her pillow. His heart had broken. He’d tried to soothe her, sitting at the edge of her bed and reaching for her tiny foot, but she recoiled from him—and Billy, 134 confirmed kills Marine Scout Sniper, CEO of his own private security firm, nearly broke down in tears. His baby girl, his sweet little princess, had cried out: “Leave me alone, Daddy!” and shuffled closer to the wall and further away from him.

And now he wasn’t sure he was doing this whole fatherhood thing right.

Sensing his unhappiness, you walked over to him once more, engulfing him in another hug. “She’s five,” you went on, “She’s just acting out, she’ll be fine.”

“You didn’t see her face,” he wrapped his arms around you, glad to have you with him, “She was so sad. I shouldn’t have been so rough on her.”

“You weren’t,” you assured him, “She did something wrong, she knew better, and she got in trouble. She’s upset now, but she’ll get over it. I promise.”

“When?” He asked, trying not to whine.

“Hm… Probably about around the time this one comes out,” you said with a grin, taking Billy’s hand and placing it over your round belly.

That drew a smile out of him. This last pregnancy had been a welcomed surprise, and the kids were so excited to have a new baby in the family. He leaned down and kissed you, soft and slow, and he grinned when he heard you moan into his lips. Pregnant you was perpetually horny. “Don’t think I can wait that long… I’m gonna give it another try,” he said, kissing your forehead when you pouted as he left your embrace.

“Well, at least consult the expert first,” you suggested.

He nodded. That was a good call. Billy knew just where to find the person your daughter trusted most.

Your son was underneath the kitchen table with his stuffed dog Mr. Mean Face, a G.I Joe, three Barbies named Auntie Karen, Mrs. Curtis’ girlfriend, and Samanthica, and your black cat named Pitbull having a tea party. He was wearing his new tutu, a fluffy yellow one Frank bought him, and had a pair of toy nunchucks draped around his shoulders. He didn’t look up from pouring his tea (air) into Auntie Karen’s cup as Billy crawled under the table to join him.

“Hi, Daddy. Would you like some tea?” He asked.

Billy smiled at his sweet boy. “Sure, bud. Thank you.” He accepted the tiny cup from his son and pretended to drink, to which his son nodded; pleased.

“Is Sissy still grounded?” He asked casually.

Billy swallowed. “Um… Yeah?”

His son turned to him, dark eyes the exact same as Billy’s—exactly as deep and disconcerting. It always scared and fascinated Billy that his children had his eyes; it was insane seeing his own eyes in their little faces, insane to be on the other end of that deep gaze. “Mommy says you have to stand by your call,” he said, voice still effortlessly casual, “If you say Sissy is grounded, she has to be grounded.”

“Oh, is that what Mommy said?” Billy deadpanned. He could feel your presence somewhere in the kitchen, obviously eavesdropping.

“Sissy is very very sad,” he went on, dabbing Mr. Mean Face’s face with the corner of his tutu, cleaning a pretend spill, “You used your Mad Voice on her.”

Billy cringed. “Yeah… I know…”

“But she did a bad thing,” he reasoned, shrugging one shoulder, “But she’s not a bad kid, is she, Daddy?”

“No, of course not.”

“Uncle Frankie says sometimes good people do bad things. He said he did bad things,” your son glanced over at Billy again, and his eyes looked so much older than his young age, “He said you did some bad things, too. But you’re good. Mommy wouldn’t marry a bad guy. She wouldn’t let a bad guy be our Daddy.”

“No,” Billy swallowed, feeling the emotions well up in him, “no, she wouldn’t.”

“And when you did bad things, you got in trouble, didn’t you Daddy?” He picked up Mr. Mean Face and put him in his lap, still staring over at his dad.

Billy nodded, thinking of dark interrogation rooms and broken bones. “Yeah,” he answered, “I did.”

“And when I do bad things—even if it was on accident, I get in trouble,” your son patted Mr. Mean Face on the head, “’Member when I wouldn’t share at school and I had to go to the Sit And Think Corner?” Billy nodded. “That was mean of me. Nice kids share. And after that, I didn’t not share anymore, did I, Daddy?”

“No, you’ve been a great sharer since then,” Billy smiled, “You’re such a good example for Sissy.”

“And the baby,” your son grinned proudly, “I’m gonna be the bestest big brother in the whole wild world.”

Billy laughed. He’d thought he’d gotten ridiculously lucky when he met you, but now he knew he was extremely lucky not only to have you as his wife, but these amazing, wonderful angels as his kids. His baby Russos. “Yeah you are, bud,” he agreed easily.

“Sissy isn’t mad at you,” he said, cutting to the core of the issue easily, “She’s sad.”

Billy’s smile fell off of his face. “Why is she sad?”

“She’s sad cause she made you dis…disappointed,” he said, tripping over the word a bit, “Now she thinks you’re not gonna love her anymore, and you’re gonna love the new baby more.” He took a sip of his pretend tea. “She told me she thinks the stork is gonna bring a girl, and then you and Mommy won’t need her anymore.” He rolled his eyes, popping his pinkie out as he pressed his cup to his lips. “Sometimes Sissy can be such a baby…”

“Sounds like maybe Daddy should have a talk with Sissy,” you chimed in, bending down to smile at your two boys, “Let her know that we would never try to replace her.”

Billy clicked his tongue and scrambled to his feet, helping you stand up straight and admonishing you gently. “Be careful, baby,” he said softly, kissing the side of your face as you rolled your eyes. He bent down and smiled at his son. “Thanks for the advice, son.”

“I don’t know what that means, but you’re welcome, Daddy!” He said back cheerfully.

Billy laughed, standing up again and kissing your cheek as he walked past you towards your daughter’s room. The door was closed, but he couldn’t hear her crying anymore, so he assumed that was a good thing. He knocked on the door before opening it, and he saw her on the floor in front of her bed, chubby cheeks still wet with tears as she hugged the pink teddy bear Billy had won her at a carnival last year.

“Can I sit down?” He asked, gesturing to the empty space in front of her.

She shrugged, burying her face into the bear’s fur.

Billy sat down, crossing his legs in front of him. He felt the familiar sense of surety within him, that patented Billy Russo confidence that let him know he was making the right choice as he looked at his baby girl. “You know your mother and I love you, don’t you, princess?”

Another shrug.

“C’mon… You know that, right? Mommy and I love you so much, we love you more than air.”

She peeked out at him, face still hidden behind the bear.

Billy smiled. “We love you more than water. We love you more than food.”

“All food?” She asked, voice coming out in a soft whisper.

“All food,” he agreed, “Even spaghetti and pizza.”

She smiled—and Billy’s heart nearly floated out of his chest. “And ice cream?”

“Even ice cream,” he leaned in a little, “and you know how much Mommy loves ice cream.”

She giggled, trying to hide her adorable little smile behind her teddy bear. “You love me more than ice cream?” She asked again, astonished.

“Uh huh,” he answered, nodding, “We love you more than everything else in the world. We love you, and your brother, and the baby so, so much. And you know,” he lowered his voice, and she leaned in to hear him better, “That ain’t never gonna change. No matter what happens, no matter what mistakes you make—like drawing on the wall…” he watched her duck her head guiltily. “…Mommy and I will always love you, baby girl, just like we love your brother. And you know what else?”

“What?” She asked, eyes wide.

“The new baby is gonna love you, too. And no one could ever replace you, you know that right?”

She held the bear harder. “Even if the baby is another little girl? You won’t love her more than me?”

“No,” he said, “I won’t. I’ll love you the same, just like I love you and your brother the same.” He smiled. “It won’t matter if we have a boy, or a girl, or if we have 100 new babies…” She laughed, and Billy’s smile widened. “…We will always love you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” Billy held his breath as his daughter regarded him for a moment. Carefully, she put her teddy bear down and crawled over to Billy. He opened his arms, and she crawled into his lap, putting her little face on his chest. “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you, too Daddy,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “I’m sorry I was bad.”

“It’s okay, baby, we all make mistakes.” He kissed her cheeks, making her giggle. “And you know what I just thought of?”

“What?”

“When the new baby comes, you’re gonna have to teach it everything.” He widened his eyes dramatically. “You’re gonna be a big sister! You’ll have to teach and care for and protect the baby, just like your brother does for you!”

Her eyes widened, too, and her mouth dropped. “I’m gonna be a big sister!” She said, shocked. Clearly, she hadn’t come to terms with her new role in the family. “The baby is gonna need me!”

“Mm hmm,” Billy agreed, nodding, “The baby is going to need a great big sister… Do you think you can be a good big sister?”

“I’m gonna be the best big sister!” She said seriously, nodding her head wildly. “I’m gonna show the baby how to make snow angels and teach it all the colors and numbers and letters I know…” She gasped, and Billy had to hold in a laugh at her theatrics. “If the baby is a girl, I can teach her how to ask Mommy to do her hair all pretty like she does for me!” She clapped her hands together. “Ooh, I hope it’s a girl! Can we ask the stark—”

“—stork,” Billy corrected with a laugh.

“—to bring us a girl?!” She finished excitedly.

“How about we write the stork a letter?” He suggested, propping his daughter on his knee. “With crayons and markers and glitter—”

“—On paper, like we’re a’sposed to!” She added, glad to have learned a lesson from this whole ordeal.

“Great idea, princess,” he kissed the top of her precious head, and she gave him a kiss on the cheek in return. “Do you want to see if your brother wants to help us?”

“Yes!” She jumped out of Billy’s lap and raced down the hall, calling her brother’s name.

Billy could feel an argument coming up—he was sure his son wanted a baby brother—but he knew it would all be in great fun. He stood up, picking up the teddy bear and placing it on his daughter’s bed. You were a few weeks away from learning if it’d be a boy or girl, but Billy would be happy with either. Hell, the fact that he would be getting another perfect child brought into this world was reason enough to celebrate.

“A hundred babies?” You said, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed over your chest.

Billy laughed. “You’re weirdly stealthy when you’re knocked up, you know that?” He said, coming over and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I’m not having 100 babies,” you said, laughing as he kissed you.

“Nah?” He asked, dropping his head down to your neck and kissing you there. He grinned against your skin when he felt you shiver. “You sure?”

“I’m not…” You closed your eyes when Billy lightly bit down on your shoulder. “…We’re not…” He licked the bite, making you sigh contently. “…Maybe 99 babies…”

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked, straightening up and kissing you softly.

“Daddy! How do you spell ‘stork’, and ‘baby’, and ‘girl’, and ‘please’ and--?” Your daughter’s voice cut through the sexual tension in the air, and you both laughed at her questions.

“Duty calls,” Billy sighed, placing one hand in yours and the other on your belly.

“Fine.” You pretended to roll your eyes. “I know you went through an emotional roller coaster and whatever today, but I’m gonna need you to finish what you started here tonight, Mr. Russo.”

Billy grinned, leaning down and kissing you one more time before leading you down the hall. “Happy to, Mrs. Russo…”

For the rest of the evening, the four of you sat at the kitchen table, writing letters to the stork (who your daughter kept calling Mr. Stark, to which your son replied: “his name is Iron Man!”) while the radio played in the background. Neither of the kids even asked to turn on the TV, and Billy got warm hugs and kisses from them both when the two of you tucked them into bed.

(He got an even warmer show of affection from you that night…)

As he laid in bed with you in his arms, both hands on your tummy as you slept soundly, Billy knew he had made the right decision when he started his family with you. He was learning, still, how to be a good husband and father, but everyday he was growing more and more secure in his role, and more importantly, he was incredibly dedicated to being the best he could be for his family.

It was a decision that was easy to make.

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I flippin’ LOVE father!Billy! Ugh... Let me know what you guys think! I never had a nuclear family, so I hope this tracks lol! Thanks for reading!

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[fgfluidity]

I’m definitely somebody who can relate to struggling with high, perfectionistic expectations of myself~ I’m so proud of you for taking the time to process those expectations, for prioritizing your health, and for taking a break! I started to follow you because I loved your writing, but that’s not why I stayed. I stayed because I admire the way you honestly, publicly are yourself, enjoying the fandom and uplifting your friends, and that’s inspired me to feel more confident in being myself, too!

;_;

ty 💛💛💛

i’m glad i could inspire you in some way!

the truth is that i’m not confident in being myself, though. i’m an over-sharer and i talk a lot, but i fear with everything i put out there that it won’t be well-received, even if it’s just a little personal post. i am terrified of people not liking me.

but i’m a passionate person, too. i care so so so much about writing, and about my friends, about things i enjoy, and it spills over bc i can’t hold it all in. i feel like that love outweighs whatever fear i have? if that makes sense?

i want people to be happy, to be inspired, to feel like they’re loved and deserving of good things, because they are!!!

so i’m trying to show myself that same love. why should i be any different?

[meandmyechoes]

creator tag / 2020 Round-up

Thanks for tagging me @ahskatano​ & @katierosefun​! I like to think my best work is yet to come, as I tend to think of myself more as a ‘sharer’ than a creator. I make things I want to see, and it’s a pleasant surprise to see so many people also like it! All aside, I do have to give myself a pat on the back for my study in Star Wars this year. It’s been unforgettable to go insane with y’all over the series finale. So here’s to sum up five of my favourite works this year:

1. The 3 times she called him ‘Anakin’

‘Ahsoka and Names’ is something that stayed with me since I first saw ‘Brothers’ in 2012. It was one meta and gifset and spun into its own series. Through writing it, I get to explore Anakin and Ahsoka’s evolution with lovely, lovely people, not so friendly shippers, and even tackle the variety of language! I’m really proud this is the first serious meta I wrote, and I poured all my heart into it. Retrospectively though, Recollection, Regrets, Reunion is a better meta.

2. TCW Cast Names Cantonese Transliteration!

Another project I’ve been wanting to see complete for a decade. On one hand I’m glad at least the machine-translate names weren’t employed here like other Chinese-speaking regions, but I still want an elegant localization for my favourite people, so I took it upon myself. I had a great fun weighing options and assigning meanings. This post probably starts my spiral injecting my tradition/culture into Star Wars. In itself, the post is a funny reflection of how I fandom. I just, make content so niche for myself. 

3. Embers off a Page (Finale poetry project)

Yes, technically this is still a WIP, I still haven’t manifested my final memorial for the tcw finale, but writing poetry is definitely not what I could foresee myself doing (for TCW or not) in the year 2020. I tried a lot of new forms of appreciation for Clone Wars this year and creative writing has its magic. I only manage to write fluff fanfic and anything marginally angsty comes off as fragmented words. I do hope to continue this journey next year. There’s still a lot more to write about from the reflections of the two people to the oblivion of the clones.

4. Rex and Ahsoka 712 Hands set [1] [2]

These two are sister sets. It’s one of those spontaneous inspiration strikes. and I loove those. They also represent for me a step-up in the colouring game, and probably starts my barrel roll down ‘BLEACH’ as my ‘style’, on top of ‘soft indigo’. The bleach came aimless, was just playing around the levels and then it hit me to wash them out. Also the framing of that set… a great example of how giffing - pausing and reliving this extended blink - has improved my appreciation of the series and its cinematography so much more. 

Moreover it is the final ceremony to my overcoming of the internal struggle to celebrate Rex and Ahoska’s friendship free of shippers hijack.

Fifth place is really difficult to decide because I want to name a gifset to give a fuller answer but besides I have several fave gifsets, I also have to consider the impacts these posts have so...

5. Togruta Lekku and Headcanons 

I just, can’t NOT choose this for apparently how much hyperfixating on lekku became my reputation. I solved the ancient mystery of blue-on-white or white-on-blue, how can I not be proud =.= Yes, it’s a rabbit hole and I love every second of it. Still slightly embarrassed how geeky that was haha. Here’s to the hypothetical adjustable montral/lekku gear waiting to jump out of my head anyday now.

GIFs special round :3

Thrity Lives I unironically tag this as ‘favourite’. The criterion of a best descriptor for Anakin and Ahsoka’s angst to me is the verse’s interchangeability, that it applies to both of them because how similar they are in personality yet how different they chose. I see this whole song as Vader’s apology to Ahsoka whom he should’ve protected, should’ve seen knighted, should’ve been there, every step. Visually, I love the gradual blue to red palette that’s very subtle. and the lettering is something I take joy in.

Purple / Hands 2 idek what did I name this set now. It’s an inspiration strike and I just love how magically HD it turns out. This started out as I was so moved by the close-up of Ahsoka letting go, and just grew from there.

The 3D GIF. I had a LOT of fun summoning this format from the dead lol. I posted this one while away camping and the tags are hilarious. would love to do more. look how badass they are!

Comic Cover Parallel ooooh this set this SET. Yes I feel like I can’t take full credit of it because technicality-wise it’s actually not terribly difficult. but the hearts it broke, and I broke down crying twice making this gifset. Eternally grateful Filoni gave us this wonderful parallel. 

Ahsoka Logo set This set took longer than necessary purely because I was getting rusty at the game. Yes this is a gifset out of spite but I also took my time. Haha, could’ve got it done on Saturday but I stalled. The response went over my expectation. I do think it looks pretty and I am very pleased with the placement and scene choices, even though I can tell every little flaw I didn’t bother to correct as I was getting sleepy. It does remind me how in-my-element it feels to work on your passion though.

Fics (but it’s just the small number of fics I’ve tried this year)

Sleep Series is still to be continued! I promise! I had the layout for S3 & S5 Anakin and Ahsoka cuddling and fall asleep on each other’s shoulder like true siblings. It’s going to be angsty and nostalgic and bittersweet and the brightest sunset.

Wrench and Wretches I guess. I do love them OK. I do wanna write them. But maybe Dad!Maul and Baby Tano will catch up faster than the Vigilante Comedy Canon-compliant AU?

I was also prompted to write Rex and Ahsoka with each other for the first time and though I’m not confident about this work, it’s was, representative of my mood then?

Others

shoutout to all my Ahsoka drawings, and of course clothes!! I only pick up drawing inspired by all the amazing artists on my dash, so I’m really thankful for every word of encouragement. I have a lot of hard work ahead in terms of technique. air kiss for my barbie Ahsoka modelling the sloppy outfits I put on her <3

I cannot shut up about how much I love kimono, and I will go through the four seasons designs for her and I’m so excited to make them and model it on her (yeah at this point i’m like, fuck i can’t draw let’s just sew) I am very, very flattered by the love this chinese clothing Ahsoka I doodled. It honestly was just a doodle, and nothing is very accurate, I didn’t even intend to make it (without adjustment *wink*). But so many kind words on this post, for a novice draw-er like me??!! <3<3<3

Out of all the clothes I made so far, my favourite is the jumpsuit. It just look so cute and clean on her and I’m proud that I made pants :3 Ahsoka in pants rocks.

Popsicle is a thing that happened.

Conclusion

I always like words more, so I’m more satisfied I’ve written so much for Clone Wars this year, completing several projects that dwelt in my mind for years so. However, I’ve since dug myself the black hole of a WIP list with all kinds of ideas from edits to writing to customization. I’m having fun though, maybe a bit slack on pace at times. But I will see them through. *thumbs up*

Kind of a coincidence now that I reflect, even though Tumblr is an international platform and TCW a specialized space, I still somehow gravitated towards the Asian side of the fandom?? Lucky me who not only found fellow hobbyists, but peers who understand our culture.

I’m overall, proud of all the new forms of expression I’ve tried this year. I just keep learning. It’s wonderful to have a platform to meet people with as much thought and attention I give to these dots of pixels. It was so fun to be productive. I love every minute of this madness. Here’s to another year of dressmaking before HT Ahsoka arrives, 2 years of clean air before LA Ahsoka arrives, and 7 more years before I get over Siege of Mandalore.