#This is why I love writing

[adoriels-tears-if]

More thoughts anon here, if I think of more definitely sending lol

The laughing from Sirius because he knows that the Renegades are double fucked.

That terrible orc that needs his hands cut off, and the fear of him. I could feel that fear. Not saying his name because he doesn't deserve it 😂 Also bravo for making me feel such animosity towards a fictional character.

Ikar. I feel so bad for him. He's like a child still due to trauma and I just wanna steal him away. I also felt kind of bad for Eleven because of his missing comrade. He's still an ass though lol

THE DESTRUCTION omg the destruction. I could see it all so clearly. Your writing makes it so easy to visualize the scene. Hell hath no fury like a mother whose child you kidnapped.

I wanna give Sirius some pets and clean him up. I bet he's all matted from being locked up. I felt bad for him before too when MC got branded. Now that I know Ash can see through his eyes that makes the reaction even more heartbreaking. I'm imagining how helpless Ash must feel right now too 😭

Also I want to give all of the other familiars baths and cuddles lol

THE calmness MC can posses because they know their mother is coming. Knowing that your parent loves you enough to destroy an entire camp to get to you. There is no doubt Elianna loves her child.

The kindness that MC can show despite being mistreated.

The humanness of the Renegades. They're bad guys, but there is more to it. How many of them, besides Ikar, were taken in the night and made to work that job.

You also write children and their emotions so well. I feel like I'm a kid when playing through it.

Anyway. Absolutely love this story and I was at the edge of my seat. I always buzz with excitement the whole time I read.

ALSO the cliffhanger, I'm even more excited.

Wow, your message left me speechless and with tears in my eyes! Thank you, thank you so much for your compliments! Wow, just Wow!

I'm embarrassed and also happy and very moved!

And relieved!!!

I was so afraid that my descriptions would go wrong and be misinterpreted.

wow...

It's great to know what you liked about this update! I love getting your feedback and opinions and just exchanging with you! On the subject of Eleven while we're at it…You might still feel bad. As for Uilan…I've got it covered and Mc is involved!

You'll also get some time with Ikar (on certain routes) and with Sirius. And of course, Elianna, Tobias and all the others will be back in the next update.

Well, it will depend on how much I write, by which I mean how much I write (I prefer to write smaller updates than some authors, so I don't have to fix too many bugs, and it's less painful).

I'm in my daydreaming phase right now. I'm working out the dialogue and action in my head before putting it down on paper and then computer and then doing the English translation so I'm sorry in advance if it's taking a bit long, but no worries!

Next time, destruction, redemption, solace, and encounters will be part of the story!

[nectardaddy]

might fuck around and write for higuruma

I just want to see more fluff with him (as much as I like the smut don't get it twisted) I just need more comfy moments with him he DERSERVES IT

[selfdiagnosedeyemotif]

hi hello so i just binge read your oc story thing the one with uhh ekaterina and praem (sorry if i mispelled) amd

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS GOOD

like i only started from chapeter 2 amd had to read through the asks sent to user: @beantothemax on account of tumbler dot com being designed perfectly with no flaws whatsoever but like that was rlly rlly cool!! first of all im a huge fan of like the fact that its shown as like a transcript of what i assume is average octopath game fare and like i have seen approx. 3 frames total of that series so i cant really compare it to that but very very nice. also the whole seeing a vision of you killing someone you care abt and like so fsr you never being wrong?!?! that concept is so genuinely amazing like i cant articulate how much i adore it. speaking of that you made that quite clear and like repeated it just wnough to not be annoyin and that is quite skillful good job 👍. also also alsoooo dhjadbs the fact that ekaterina's fight is just like. tailored to the fact of how she's doin is just fucking aweosme and like up until now you (player who from what i can tell is being praem) wpjld be the one equipping her with stuff rigth? so ljke from her perspective you could have all along been just planning this out perfectly to orchestrate a fight that will guarantee your victory. and with this knowledge. she still chooses to fight and does so with an incredible amout of vigor. and like you said, probably ends up killing praem at some point shhdgs. AND THEN LIKE IM SORRY CONSEQUENCES OF HAVING SEEN UNDERTALE BUT LIKE SHE JUST GETS TO HAVE A *and no one came* MOMENT RIGHT AFTER POSSIBLY ENDING THE LIFE OF HER LONGTIME FRIEND WHEN THE PART JUST. KEEPS FIGHTIN AAAA

and also cool dungeon design yea spidercaves are cool love me some spooks

HOLY SHIT A NON OCTOPATH FRIEND LIKED MY WEIRD OCTOPATH OCS? jay it makes me immeasurably happy that this story about fate i told was able to transcend its fandom and become a story of its own

[cyberstrm]

wait i love your house hcs and drabbles 😭 pls keep writing more

omg i'll kiss u i swear and yes I absolutely will!!!!! <3

[sirowsky]

I just finished reading part 27 of SinB and I cried so hard for Bee. I was a baker/candy maker. It was tiring work, but rewarding. It was my art! It was my life! I got sick, and it worsened, turns out it was rheumatoid arthritis. It was getting harder and harder to keep working. Eventually I had to walk away and I was broken. The kitchen was my life, food was my identity. I was a chef, dammit!! I feel for Bee, I feel that so hard!! The last scene of Pero walking in to see her and her scattered drawings, it broke me, I cried so hard for her!!! When Dean suggested she try drawing, I felt her anxiety, I knew that fear! After leaving my work, I had so much depression about it, I couldn’t even cook in my own house. I would just get so upset and frustrated with how my hands couldn’t make the things I loved making. Like Pero, my partner helped me so much and continues to help. He encouraged me to find a new dream and reminded me that my identity wasn’t just the kitchen or the food I’d make. I’m studying to be a librarian now 😁 way less physically demanding but just as rewarding 💖

I love your writing so much. I just wanted to tell you how good it was, how much emotion you can evoke from people. Thank you for continuing this story. 💖💖💖

I had to read this several times to really take it in. But first, let me just say that I'm so sorry for what you've gone through.

As a nurse, I know very well how an illness like that can uproot a person's entire life, and I'm so glad to hear that you have a supportive partner to lean on. And I hope you'll continue to find that wonderful sense of fulfillment as a librarian, that you did as a cook/baker ❤️

It feels almost like cheating, because I've never gone through the kind of loss that you and Bee have, and yet I write about it. But that's also why reading this message moves me so much. That I'm able to connect to you because of a made-up scenario in a story which just happened to mirror your life, is mind-boggling to me. And I'm so proud to have written something well enough to become that powerful, even if you end up being the only one ever to react this strongly to it.

That's the true magic of stories, I feel. The connections that they form and the understanding that they can foster. But also the healing that they can offer us. I dearly hope that your tears have helped to lighten your heart.

Lastly, I don't think you know how much it means that you sent me this. Like most writers, I have periods of time when I feel like my creations aren't very good and that maybe I shouldn't be doing this. But the next time that happens, I'm gonna remember this message, and it's gonna help. I can't even tell you how much.

So, thank you. Thank you so much ❤️

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[neeinearts]

yknow ive been writing for as long as i remember, quite literally from the moment i could pick up a pencil, but i think i forget sometimes how cool it is to write

like damn, i can just conjure up a scene in my head with dialogue and storytelling beats out of literally thin air, then follow through with that scene and write it down, thats cool as hell

writing is so fun (despite The Agony) and i wish more people would just try it out sometime instead of wishing they could. yes, it's not a skill everyone can just pick up and understand (and its frustrating when people say it's easy), but at least you're trying, right?

i think thats so cool

[reinbouxsworld]

twisted wonderland × kimetsu no yaiba (au!)

based on this post here.

I this this on a a japanese song only playlist and a wave of hiperfixation. So heres the context: Yuno (Yuu) and Leona were newly married and lived on his family’s land. On the night after the Town Below festival, Yuno returned home to find not only her husband’s family dead but also her younger brother, Grimm. Leona was the only one still alive, but as she tried to lead him down the mountain, she discovered that he was no longer human.

Silver, a demon slayer, confronted Leona. However, after witnessing him protect Yuno, he chose to spare the newly turned demon’s life, and send the couple to his master, Lilia.

Vil and Rook are the Tamayo and Yuuchiro of this universe. Vil lived more than 300 years only on serving face and hate, nonetheless showed kindness by helping Yuno and Leona after their encounter with the Demon King.

Ace and deuce are both slayers, one ranking above yuu. The three met during a mission, and the two decided to stick by her side from that point on.

[swearimnevergivingup]

so uh i'm thinking about ex-boyfriend!nanami. you broke up with him 3 years ago but he's never been able to move on. he's tried everything. everything under the sun, and none of it has ever worked.

he isn't even sure if forgetting you is what he wants. he thinks he wants to let you live in the spot carved out for you in his heart, whether that hurts him or not.

and when you run into him in the lobby of your apartment building? one thing leads to another and you find yourself splayed out on the couch obscenely, the oversized shirt you were wearing hiked up to your waist as you slowly part your legs for him.

the world blurs around you.

all you can think about is this very moment.

the significance of what you’re doing is entirely palpable to you. you’re inviting him in, not just to your house, but into your heart again. 

breathing heavily, your eyes follow his every movement in anticipation as his fingers dance across your inner thighs.

his hands slip underneath the waistband of your panties, two fingers sliding in between your slick folds. you tense a little at the sensation as he parts them, the rough pads of his fingers prodding the sensitive bud of nerves that makes you shiver and whine.

“god,” he groans. “i’ve fucking missed this pussy.”

you let out a little laugh at the foul language that slips from his tongue. it’s been so long since you’ve heard his voice, and even longer since you’ve felt his touch.

“missed your cock too, kento,” you murmur, eager to show that you’ve been equally longing for him, if not more. you want to hear more of him, so you reach your hand out to palm at his erection. he’s rock hard, and there’s a little wet spot on his pants from the precum.

“fuck,” he mutters, tilting his head back. “it’s been a while.”

you giggle at that, a little woozy from the wine. “it’s been a while for me too.”

“n-no, you don’t understand,” his grip on your hips tightens as he struggles to maintain his composure. “you were the last.”

oh.

your eyes widen at that revelation, stopping your movements to fully look at him. “w-why haven’t you—”

for the second time tonight, you find yourself in complete disbelief. you were the last person he slept with? that had been more than 2 years ago - way more than enough time for things to change, for someone else to come along.

but then again, nanami’s always been a serious man, and by extension, that applied to his love life too. never one to seek out casual hookups, that man dated to marry. 

“i didn’t want anyone else. only you,” he murmurs. “that hasn’t changed.”

your heart is not the only thing that clenches at the raw sincerity in his voice. 

“say it again,” you whisper. “i want— i want to hear you say it again.”

“i only want you.” nanami must have realised how much you needed to hear that, the same way he had needed your confirmation earlier, because his voice is more resolute this time. “and this—” his hand moves to cup yours, guiding your movements as he slowly drags your hand over his cock. “s’all for you, sweetheart.”

one hand reaches for the back of your neck, holding you tenderly as he peppers kisses on your lips and all over your neck.

the other hand, though, moves deviously between your thighs, a singular digit plunging into your soaked cunt. 

nanami relishes the way you gasp into his mouth, back arching off the couch as all sorts of pretty sounds drip from your flushed lips.

i love you.

i still love you, after all this time.

he doesn’t say it out loud - no, it isn’t the right time. 

but he repeats it loudly enough inside his head, hoping that somehow, you might hear it too. 

a/n: this is part of my upcoming work: i never moved from where you left me (nsfw)

there are apologies to be made, lost time to reclaim, and parts of each other waiting to be rediscovered. and yet, you know him like an old song. you know the words, carved into the lining of your skin, you know its melody, a soft hum that echoes in the chambers of your heart. nanami kento is that lingering rhythm, that pained harmony, existing deep within the cracks of memory and longing - an unfading symphony in your soul.

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[soldrawss]

Something something 16yo 2k12 Mikey gets sucked into a portal and sent into the RISE universe and ends up helping raise the RISE kiddos AU

[weirdsociology]

hey writers we have to talk.

if you've read any romance or fanfic in the past twenty years (i know you have), you know that there are a certain number of scents associated with hot dudes. you can probably recite the list of Things Men in Fic smell like in your sleep: leather, black pepper, pine, sandalwood, "something uniquely him", clean sweat, and if the character has ever fucking been within 50 yards of a firearm, something called "cordite".

here's the thing.

NO ONE SMELLS LIKE CORDITE.

cordite was a highly specific type of smokeless gunpowder developed in the 1890s by england specifically and used mostly in wwi.

if your good-smelling guy is not (a) english (b) using a very specific type of british rifle (c) dying in a trench in flanders, he does not smell like cordite. technically even if he does meet all those conditions he still doesn't smell like cordite because he smells like trenchfoot.

the point is, cordite is so far from universal that no one but the most hardcore gun nerds give a single shit about it. making your Sexy Hero smell like cordite is like naming a cassette-only bootleg live recording from the 1970s as your favorite grateful dead album. everyone at the party hates you immediately and knows you're doing it for clout. also, it's just factually... wrong. please stop. i know everyone else is doing it, but you can do the right thing here, i believe in you.

so what do people who are using guns smell like?

well if your story is set before the late 1880s, the smell of a fired gun is black powder, which, unfortunately, smells like seventeen flatulent cows have been shoved in a tire factory. trust me, you do not want your Hot Dude to smell like black powder. it's b a d.

if your story is set after the late 1880s, guns are using some variety of modern 'smokeless' powder - which speaking broadly doesn't really have a ton of scent when used. it does have some, but it's sort of non-descript: the best way i can describe it is the sweet, ozone, hot-plate smell of popping your car hood with a warm engine.

people who use guns a lot don't smell like fired guns all the time anyway, so while those scents might work in a fight scene, they're not realistic all the time. but there are some things that your Sexy Shootist will smell like basically 24/7 and that's metal and gun oil. metal you can go and sniff (i recommend non-stainless steel), but if you want a reference, most gun oils have a sharp, organic smell that's not dissimilar to canola oil but muskier and with a tang overtop. it's not unlikely leather is in the mix as well due to routine handling of leather equipment and gear. modern gear also tends to have a certain smell although it varies by production country and storage conditions - lots of opportunities there.

in conclusion: gunslingers and hired killers and military folks can be sexy and smell great on page, but i am begging you not to say "cordite" when you mean "gunpowder" ever again. we can do this. we are writers and therefore pedants. i believe in us!

[magnusbae]

To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:

A post in 2023:

A post in 2014:

A zoom out of the same post:

This is what a community looks like.

See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.

It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.

Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.

If you want more of something, reblog it.

[ear-motif]

fanfic is so good bc the premise of some genres of fic are just inherently funny. I want these two grizzled crime drama protagonists to have some fucking fun for once, so they go to a water park. I dont care how i have to logic my way into them going there i dont care who has to drag them Theyre Going

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[ronanlynchbf]

tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY

[idiotsonlyevent]

i wonder where the idea of chilchuck being a deadbeat came from when theres like. no textual evidence for it ?

he knows what all of them are up to; he still writes to flertom and she sent him his neckwarmer, so that to me implies that they at least have a somewhat positive relationship?

its more ambiguous with meijack and puckpatti, but since meijack is also a picklock, i wouldn't be surprised if he taught her himself, considering how trades are often passed down through families, and because he talks about sending people to her if he dies.

also the way he talks about puckpatti is very like... it's obvious he wants her to take things more seriously, but he's accepting, and his tone here reads more fond to me than anything else.

like, he keeps his daughters' old toys under his desk? that doesn't scream 'deadbeat' at all, it screams 'empty nester' who doesn't know how to reach out or is scared to do so

EDIT: i know a lot of the 'deadbeat dad' stuff is jokes, but some people are Not joking and genuinely think chilchuck is a bad dad. this post is not saying that you cant joke about it; it is just outlining what canon shows regarding his (clearly positive) relationship with his kids.