#I’ve been getting such sweet asks

[rosicheeks]

I hope your days aren't as heavy and dark, I am sending all the positive thoughts your way. You deserve the best, fairy princess. <3

😭

[vic-does-battlecats]

Minor spoilers for the already revealed chapters of the next A Starless Clan book Wind

[ofmermaidstories]

me loading up on every hate-filled opinion i have about the MHA fandom, leak culture and more for after the final chapter officially drops tonight:

[ask-modern-patrochilles]

out of context where are you? :(

[ Hi! 👋🏼 I didn’t plan on taking another break but it sort of just happened for multiple reasons. I’ll be putting it under the read more tab because boy it’s a Lot ]

[ First off, there’s been a lot of hate going on in the fandom tags, and while I usually just block and go about my day, it’s really exhausting to see so many people hatefully criticizing something you love especially the way you interpret these characters (how they look, how they dress, body type, etc.). It’s made me feel very unwelcome in this space because I’ve seen so many people complaining about how they can’t stand ‘certain interpretations’ of these characters which is almost exactly how I draw and write about them. Every time I go to draw them, I just feel bad and it sucks so much because I still love them!

Second, the racism and elitism which I think speaks for itself. As a person of color (I am Puerto Rican), seeing racism consistently happening in classic fandom spaces is exhausting. My version of Patroclus is Black (with a mixed background), and it’s infuriating and so discouraging and disgusting to see so many people say that Greek mythology characters can’t be Black, despite the historical evidence that says otherwise. The rampant racism, and people making excuses for it, has been very hurtful and discouraging me from creating as well.

Lastly, and less related, I’ve been having a lot going on irl, my cat’s been hospitalized for a week and in process of recovering so I haven’t really had the time to draw these past two weeks even if I felt I up to it.

I’ll probably be back soon, I do have some big plans for this blog! And like I said, I still love tsoa, I love these characters and I’m still writing my fics over on ao3. However, I can’t lie, I’ve been feeling very discouraged from engaging in fandom because of the reasons above. It’s exhausting to see these things, and to post something you worked hard on only to see people being racist and hateful towards it in the end.

But I want to be very clear, there are still so many nice people in this fandom and I am very grateful to those who support my work and are very sweet with their comments in general.

So I hope this little break helps me get that passion for creating back, until then thanks for sticking around! I hope to update again very soon! In the mean time, you are more than welcome to send asks, I might answer a few with text responses if that’s okay with you guys 😊❤️ ]

[naturalb0rn4ng33l]

crying during crying during sex

[earlycuntsets]

I like your blog(s) and don't really see why people make it into a serious contest. Not like thousands of other blogs on even just this site alone cite every source for whatever they share. It doesn't have to be that deep. Just keep doing what you want to do and there's no need to worry what others think or say. There's no right or wrong way to share what you're passionate about.

it's not that deep exactly!! and yes thousands and some really excellent ones. you're right and i'm feeling positive now. thank you so so much!!

2007 la ink kat von d - frank iero episode

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I know this isn't really a question but still... ❤️❤️❤️

Awww thank you ❤️❤️❤️

[chaosduckies]

What was Liam's first experience with a sizeshifter?

Ooo I wouldn’t like to give too much away (for angst reasons later one ehehe-)

Liam did not have a good first experience at all. (very bad childhood) His dad and mom are shifters (she can shrink but never does, and his dad can grow) and his dad used his abilities to abuse Liam and his mom a lot. He basically became an alcoholic :/

Shifters in this world can’t pass their abilities to their children, it just kind of happens at almost any age, which is why Liam isn’t a shifter like his parents and why he didn’t just run away when he could Again, I don’t really want to say too much for plot reasons (I am still writing it!) but Liam will eventually talk about it.

Thank you for the ask anon! :D

[chilapis]

if you’ve ever been mean to the sweet little girl that is paimon i will kill you. i pray for public interest that this is common knowledge.

[rosicheeks]

Aka Riders Lullaby from Centaurworld

Lay your head on my chest so I can sing you a lullaby and gently run my fingers through your hair until you slowly drift off to sleep 🥰🫶

[the-casbah-way]

i found loads of pictures of my uncle i am going 2 cry

[fourtyforever]

turning 21 on canada grand prix day and I’m like 95% sure my family is planning a surprise formula 1 birthday party for me ;)

[waywardstation]

Hey. I got cursed with sleepy today, so I wrote this thing about your Phione!Akari story.

Time was ticking down, surely and certainly toward the 48 hour mark. Ingo didn't know why his brain was fixated on that figure, specifically, but as it got closer and closer to two days, he found himself dreading more and more that he might never find Akari. Forty-six hours and--he went to check the sky, but the sun was already set, and Ingo couldn't judge the time from the moon or stars--some number of minutes. Was there a pokemon that could help him tell time, perhaps? The way that Probopass could always tell directions. Maybe someone in the Diamond Clan would know…

"Phi! Phi!" The little pokemon in Ingo's right hand squeaked again, and he hoped he hadn't been accidentally squeezing it too hard. It was squishy, and its body was slightly moldable in a way that made him think it was very fragile. It was like a little angry stress ball, except Ingo didn't know what a stress ball was. It was certainly angry, though, if he was reading its expression correctly.

The pokemon extracted itself clumsily from his hand and flopped toward his shoulder, standing for a moment in the crook of his elbow. It cried again, like clockwork, and the bright sound grated against Ingo's frayed nerves.

"Small passenger, please," Ingo told the pokemon. "Unless you can tell me what time it is, I must ask that you refrain from yelling. You might attract wild pokemon to our camp."

The camp was a little sheltered hollow near the base of Veilstone Cape, where Ingo had set an uncovered bedroll and scratched out a fire pit. But he was simply too anxious to do more than the bare minimum while Akari could still be out there, scared and hurt. To that end, Ingo had stayed out searching late into the day, and he had not even had time to gather wood for a fire.

He would have to settle for a cold dinner before he went out again. Ingo considered what he knew of the landscape, and which areas would be best to search next. With the light of the waning moon so thin, he would want to stay near the ocean, where it was more open, but there would be wild pokemon to contend with, especially if he went south, near Deadwood Haunt.

His own team was tired, and they had been searching for more than a full day. He couldn't ask them to battle in such a state--he would need to keep to safer areas while they had a chance to rest.

But Ingo was still frustrated with the slow pace of his searching. He felt his hand clench around nothing but air--the little pokemon had climbed up to rest in the shadow of his collar. He should have found Akari on the first day, and the fact that he had not chilled him to the bone.

"Phi!" the little pokemon repeated, right next to his ear. Ingo flinched.

"I am sorry," he said, as evenly as possible. "I have been neglecting you, small passenger. What do you need? How can I help you right now while I’m resting?”

The pokemon squeaked impatiently.

"Here, have a berry. You didn't take any of the sweet ones, so I've saved a sour sitrus for you." Ingo struggled to hide how his hand was trembling. That would be a combination of adrenaline and sleeplessness. It would go away once he found Akari.

The little pokemon looked up at him with big eyes, then back to the berry he was offering, then back to Ingo's face. It would have looked so cute and innocent if the pokemon's face wasn't scrunched in frustration. While it was looking Ingo in the eye, it very deliberately reached out one of its blunt, flipperlike hands, and swatted the berry from his grasp.

Ingo sighed. It had some kind of intelligence in its eyes, but mostly indignation. He should have been able to reason with it, but he couldn't figure out what the pokemon wanted. "You have to eat sometime," he told it. "We can try bitter berries next. Please understand, I wish I could devote my time to helping you, but I must find Akari first."

The pokemon squeaked at him again. "Phi!"

Ingo grabbed the pokemon with two hands and sat down in the dirt. Hold it gentle like hamburger, his brain told him, though he had no idea what that meant. "Please sit," Ingo said, as he placed the pokemon into the space left between his crossed legs. "I will--I will find Akari soon, and then she will be so glad to meet you. I'm certain she will want to catch you, and take pictures for her pokedex."

"Phi phi!" the pokemon pleaded. It stretched its little arms up towards Ingo's chest.

"I already tried giving you water, but you didn't drink it. And you had a chance to drink saltwater from the ocean as well, and you ignored that, too. What do you want?"

"Phi," said the pokemon. It flapped a flipper at its own body, then said, "phi phi!"

"If you would like to go, you can go," Ingo said. He uncrossed his legs so that the pokemon had an escape route, from his camp, but the pokemon stayed stubbornly by his side. it put its little hands on his leg, and the cold, clammy feel of moisture soaking into his pants briefly cut through his exhaustion. Ingo gathered the energy to stand up.

"Phiii!" The pokemon hopped up and down as he stood, arms stretched up, reaching like a child that wanted to be picked up. Ingo stooped and obliged it.

"Are you going to follow me while I continue to search? Or would you like to stay at the camp?" Ingo asked. The pokemon didn't offer any answer except to cling to his hand. "Very well," Ingo sighed. "Maybe you can protect me while I search near Aipom Hill. Though I haven't seen you use any moves."

The pokemon in his arms shook its head at him, and used one flipper to point at itself again. "Phi."

"Please, if I let you come with me, will you perhaps be quiet? You have been awake all this time, just as I have. Surely you must also be tired?"

The pokemon reached out to him, and he bent his arms and brought it close to his face to examine. "Is that a yes?"

The pokemon's expression became momentarily placid. Its eyes sort of looked like a human's instead of a pokemon's, though Ingo had no idea what its species normally displayed. It looked at him, laser focused, as though it was trying and failing to use telepathy.

Ingo met its gaze, unblinking, then the pokemon used one arm to slap him weakly across the face.

"Okay, I'm putting you down, now." He set it on top of the unused bedroll. His cheek felt wet in a way that was almost refreshing, but he didn't want the pokemon to think that he liked getting hit.

"Phi phi!" the pokemon said, quite unhelpfully. "Phi!" It used all of its strength to drag at the trailing end of his pant leg, and the tone of its squeaking cry was agonized.

"Are you trying to prevent me from leaving?" Ingo asked. "I have an important mission, passenger, and I will not give it up."

The pokemon shook its head and patted its hands against Ingo's knee, which was the highest spot it could reach. "Phi," it said, mournfully.

"Yes, I miss her very much," Ingo said.

"Phi, phi." The pokemon nodded its head.

Ingo had not seen it do that before. Was he hallucinating? He was certainly very tired. "Are you…also missing someone?" Ingo asked.

The pokemon squeaked, but he could not tell what it was trying to communicate. It used its arms to beckon him down towards the bedroll. He crouched down next to it.

"Phi," the pokemon said. "Phi." It patted him gently about his torso until Ingo got onto his knees, then it climbed into his lap.

"Is this an apology?" he asked, half-skeptical.

The pokemon chirped softly, the first quiet noise that he had heard it make. It settled across his folded knees and nuzzled its little face into Ingo's chest.

"Oh." Why was it acting sweet so suddenly? Why the change of heart? Ingo tried to puzzle out the pokemon's mysterious behavior, but he came up with nothing. If he was more awake, it would probably be easier. Ingo used one hand to stroke the long ribbonlike part of its head. Though the ribbon was watery blue and wet, it still felt soft. "Okay, that's very nice. Would you like to rest, now?"

The pokemon didn't make any noise, and it didn't move either, except for the soft tidal squish of its body, which was sort of like breathing. The entire front of Ingo's tunic was soaked, but the night was warm, and he barely felt it. It felt like most of the rest of the world was far removed from him at that moment, packed away where it could not hurt him. He tried to dig up his worry for Akari, but the feeling was blunted, somehow far away.

He blinked heavily and gathered the little pokemon in his arms. Its eyes were closed. "Good," he told it. "You go to sleep, and I'll keep searching."

The pokemon stirred back awake when he set it down on the blanket, and it clutched at his hand, cuddling it close. Oh, that was cute. Did it know what it was doing to him?

"Shh. Go to…go to sleep," he said, momentarily unsure whether he was speaking to the pokemon or to himself.

The pokemon made a little peeping sound as it hugged his hand. Ingo's eyes were so heavy.

"Okay," Ingo mumbled. "You win. Just a--just a quick nap." He laid down next to the little pokemon and felt his body relax. He could have sworn that it smiled back at him, but he was already asleep.

OP?? THIS IS SO SWEET ;-;

Ingo being so worried over Akari yet still trying to take care of this phione. Phione Akari being so frustrated with Ingo, before just relenting to appreciating her time with him, and trying to get him to rest. GAH!!

The way you wrote this really nailed now if you know it’s Akari, it’s obvious it’s her, but if you don’t, you would have no idea. SO GOOD!!

And the descriptions of a phione’s body, how it’s just this weird in-between of solid and liquid?? THATS SO COOL I love how you wrote it!!

And I love that several people now have had Ingo refer to Phione Akari as Passenger now, he’d probably just use that as her nickname until he realizes it’s Akari.

OP!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS!!! Absolutely in love with this writing, and I will be thinking about it forever ;w;

[spookitordukeit]

just finished the available chapter of To Break A Silence And Warm A Soul, I literally cried at one point. your writing is so fucking cool and beautiful. I'm now on my way to devour your other fics

Vvhsvdjdbdjsvshd THANK YOU THAT’S SO SWEET QvQ *sobbing*

This is such a nice ask to see before my ten hour shift, it’s really going to make my day. I’m so happy to hear you like tbasawas so much! :D it’s honestly one of my favorite’s to write. (Aeiisy?, coming in first.) I really put a lot into making my characters emotions feel ‘real’, so I’m psyched to hear that it created a emotion in you!!!

Irl photo of me rn, very real btw:

[curiosity-killed]

It is! Possible! That I may be being too hard on myself! Again!!!

[ever-emotes]

ahhhhhh I adore your emotes and your art style ajcjjjsjcjfjd

just saw the shrugging and disassociating one and omg sjcjjdjfjc

I love the 3 disassociating one, bros just standing there 🧍‍♂️ its great /gen

also the crying with the "✨" one gives off

"crying but successful" or maybe "ironic success" sorta like when you struggle really hard to do something but then find out you didn't have to do all that at all, or figured out an easier way to do it? that, it's that emotion lmao

anyways hope you're doing great!

Aww you’re so sweet aughhh. Tysm, I’m glad you like my emoji doodles, it really means a lot. I love making emojis that have a wide variety of moods they could mean, like with the crying pray hands one. It does definitely give off the vibe you said as well!

Hope you’re doing well too, this was such a nice thing to wake up to