#Tysm for the ask!!

[hollowtakami]

HEYOOO

so I read your keigo fics and I really loved them! What do you think about Keigo waking up from a nightmare and he can't find you, so he starts to panic, and when you come back from the toilet (or wherever you were), he immediately latches onto you panicking and crying

Man he is so sweet

hi anon! ^_^ tysm for your ask, it rlly made me smile hehe. here’s a small drabble as thanks:)

(apologies if its rusty, the only thing i have written as of late is uni essays-)

keigo gasped for air as though he’d been reborn, feathers pricked out like needles.

he clutched at his shirt like a vice, daring to tear through his skin and stress grip his dying heart. he panted, delirious amidst his fear.

the suns of his eyes bounced across every corner of the room, his free hand scratching away the duvet in search of you. nothing, not even his feathers could sense you, clouded by fright.

what the avian didn’t know was that you hadn’t left him like his father, you’d only gotten to get a glass of water after the drought in your throat had woken you up, not nearly as violently as the way your boyfriend’s body treated him.

what you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was unfurling faster than the might of his wings ever could.

pattering through the hallway of your apartment with a glass and a plenished throat, you gently broke your way into your shared bedroom with a tired hand.

your eyes retreated behind their lids at the light you swore you hadn’t put on, lest you disturb keigo in his sleep.

no, an instinctual feather did so.

you stop, feet planting into the carpet as your brain tries to process the scene in front of you, whirring through its fatigue.

there was keigo, plumage fluffed up in fear, eyes wild and pinned on you, your bedsheets in tatters.

“kei?” words clawed up your throat as you slowly made your way to the bedside table and placed the glass. keigo grabbed your wrist the moment you’d set it down, you managed to get a better look at him.

sunny bedhead and a dark sky lining his eyes, his chest heaved along with the heavy burdens that laced his blood, what was his own that didn’t stain his hands.

no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, keigo would never be clean. it had trickled into his brain, and he couldn’t even escape it in his sleep.

“stay,“ he silently barked, his words scratchy.

keigo’s stress grip on your wrist wouldn’t let up, the avian latched onto you for dear life.

your face fell, eyebrows furrowed as you saw his glassy eyes, glossed over with fear.

“bad dream, baby?” you whispered, slowly raising your wrist to run a hand through keigo’s hair, massaging his scalp with gentle nails.

keigo only choked on a sob, his vulnerabilities racing down his cheeks to their end. if only this would end, he begged to a god he wasn’t sure existed.

you brought your wrist down, eyes trained on the dots of his.

“‘m not going anywhere, baby boy,” you soothed, gentle reassurance hanging in the air until keigo was ready to pluck it down and hold it close to him.

he tried to not, more words contesting in his throat.

keigo looked down at himself, feathers shaking more than his tired body.

“bad..” he gestured to himself.

“you aren’t him, birdie,” your words were soft, sun against his skin. his heart swelled amidst the silent rage of his head.

soon, you felt keigo’s grip starting to soften too.

you grabbed the glass of water with a free hand, using the other to usher strands of gold out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear as you helped him sip some water.

kissing his forehead, you cooed, “that’s my boy,”

keigo chirped, too frightened to speak. he would only chirp or coo when this regressed into his fear, not that you minded. you knew that his bird qualities were something he was forced to bury, much like other innocents.

but, there wasn’t any blood on keigo’s hands.

the only thing in his hands was the silk of your skin, fingers intertwined as you spoke to him with the song of your voice, an angel he would tell himself he didn’t deserve.

your wings were pure, his stained red. he was born like this, conceived by a monster of a man. so, that must mean that he was born the same.

it took an angel like you to help him realise he had never fallen, it was someone else who had clipped his wings.

[earthly-apples]

12, Enjolras and Grantaire

12. What's a headcanon you have for these characters?

So we all know Enjolras was heavily based off Saint-Just, under the impression that he was an unrelenting archangel of the revolution. Hugo was heavily influenced by historians of his era (Michelet and Lamartine), and this impression of Saint-Just would reappear again in his later work, Quatrevingt-treize. I would argue that Saint-Just was rather different from the stoic image that Hugo describes in his works, even when under the consideration that most of the characters in Les Mis are highly symbolized. Saint-Just is very difficult to understand, not only because of how short his political career was, but also due to the fact that, after his execution, he was greatly demonized in Thermidorian propaganda. Current documents do give us a few glimpses of his inner thoughts, but it is far from enough for us to truly understand his personality even by a little.

What we do know, however, if he most likely lived, laughed, loved before the tumults of 1789. There was a rumor of him being in an ambiguous relationship with a girl from his hometown, he wrote plays that bore none of the clipped, serious tone so characteristic in his future speeches. L'Organt, an epic poem he wrote during his stay at the reformatory for stealing his mother's silverware, consisted of both political and sexual topics. He was capable of singing Italian airs during his lifetime. After his execution, among his confiscated properties, there was a flute.

While Hugo emphasizes Enjolras's virginity, I'd like to think that he actually understands--or at least has a vague idea of--the shittalking and the vulgar jokes from Les Amis. Sure, he'd probably not be very up to date with all the slang, but he should have a basic idea of it. I feel like this is also important for his revolutionary activities, especially in communicating with people of different origins.

So when Grantaire presents him with his suggestive jokes, Enjolras is probably not impressed. What a hopeless idiot, he thinks as he ignores him, again.

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I haven't made up my mind on whether Grantaire knows that Enjolras knows. He worships Enjolras, and idolatry is so easy to blind us all... :)

[thelonelyshore-if]

ravi’s birthday is the same as my dad’s! which got me thinking, will we learn much about ravi’s family soon?

Happy late birthday to your dad as well, Nonnie!!

Likely not soon, unfortunately. Ravi is very private and his family is a bit of a sore subject. He likely won't get into it until MC is much closer with him.

What I can tell you that I've mentioned before in passing is that he's an only child of two only children. No cousins or siblings or aunts/uncles. Very very small family.

His folks passed away when he was 21. He found a lot of peace afterwards putting them to rest, but misses them terribly.

He considered his ex family, too, but that's a whole different story.

[adrift-in-thyme]

I’m not thinking of specifically any good prompts for fairy time, but you know I love me some angst XD hurt/comfort, perhaps? Maybe with Warriors?

-Sky Floor

TIME AND WARRIORS MY BELOVEDS

And hurt/comfort too?? You couldn't have sent in a better prompt Peggy

CW for captivity, blood, and injury

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Someone is speaking.

The voice floats to him like stray strands of fairy dust. Distant and hazy and soft…familiar.

The clouds of gray and black begin to part. The new light of a summer day pierces through closed eyelids. Reluctantly, Time shifts. 

Pain streaks up his small form in response, carving through the dim awareness he has only just begun to grasp. A low groan escapes past cracked lips. 

A fingertip brushes his cheek, so gentle it is hardly there. 

“It’s alright, Sprite. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Here…

Time shudders as the memories pour in. Unwanted. Unstoppable.

The translucent walls of a bottle surrounding him on all sides. Iron cuffs on his wrists and ankles, burning through his flesh. The agony of his torn wing. The pain of the wounds that pepper his abused body.

And a voice…a voice that pushes through an eternity of pain, that rises above the others that have filled his ears with their cruelty and derision. It is thick with anger, heavy with care.

“I’m here, Sprite. They won’t touch you again.” 

He drags open his eyes to a world of royal blue. Silken folds surround him on all sides, dipping and diving in graceful arcs. They snake around and over him, protective, secure. 

He knows their embrace well. After all, it is not the first time he has taken refuge within them. 

He fists his hands in the fabric, feeling the softness beneath his fingertips. It is gentle upon his abused body, gentle on his wings.

His wings…

He frowns as his awareness grows like a slowly incoming tide. He can feel them again, sense them upon his back. Whole. Healed. 

A torn wing is not easy to mend. Of that he is certain. 

“How?”

He doesn’t realize he has spoken the question until he hears his own voice, little more than a croak, tight with remnant pain and fear.

“Don’t worry about that now.”

Time looks up into the eyes he knows so well. Anguish and adoration, beauty and pain, the flames of defeat and the spark of victory – he has seen them all reflected there. But right now he isn’t certain what emotion permeates those deep blues. He only knows what they make him feel.

Safe. Loved.

His next breath stutters on the way out. A lump situates itself in his throat before he can quite comprehend why it is there. 

“Big brother.” The title slips out on impulse and Warriors’ face spasms in response. 

“It’s been a while since you’ve called me that,” he says, quickly schooling his features into a soft smile. 

He scoops Time into his palm with such care, the hero hardly feels himself being lifted. The breeze caresses his newly freed wings, coolness mingling with the wonderful warmth of the sun. He revels in the feel of it. 

“I’m glad you’re awake, Sprite. How’re you feeling?”

Time blinks, searching vainly for words. There is so much he needs to say, so much he needs to ask. But exhaustion and pain still cling heavily to him. He is uncertain how long he was held captive though it felt an eternity. And now all he wants to do is sleep.

“Thank you,” he whispers, instead, and prays that his brother will understand everything he means by it.  

Judging by the way Warriors’ expression grows impossibly softer, he does.

“Of course,” he murmurs, eyes shining with vulnerability, a smile on his lips. “I’ll always come for you, Sprite. Always. You’re my little brother.”

He holds Time to his cheek for a moment, and Time hears his breath hitch as he leans into the embrace. He yearns to comfort him, to protect him from the memories and emotions that seek to harm him. But then Warriors is releasing him once more into the silken bed of his scarf. And his mind grows wonderfully fuzzy.

“Rest,” Warriors says. “I’ll watch over you.”

Time doesn’t doubt that he will. 

[nicolaz-stimz]

could you do one with stars? real stars and star-shaped things like beads and plushies and stuff

Stars

[podsvante]

I don't know if you're still in the mood for drawing farmers but i'd like to throw mine in the pot as well.

Her name is Louise💖

More photos of her on my page if you need reference.

she’s so cute!! i love her design (esp the cowgirl boots) and she seems so silly <3

[garmadons-e-kitten]

A few questions:

1- which is your favourite character to draw and why?

2- if you were to make an animatic, which character(s) and what song would you use?

1- My favorite character to DRAW is either lloyd or Jay. They're easy to draw and have recognizable designs.

2- If I were to make an animatic I'd probably make one of Cinder or Garmadon with the song Animal by Sir Chloe

OR

An animatic with lloyd and literally any Alex G song

[ezlo-x]

I've wondered for a bit, who's your favorite character in the comic to write or draw? Do you have a specific reason for why you like them?

I had a blast working on this chapter! :] With who's my favorite character to draw and write for this chapter is a little difficult to say. I liked writing Ganondorf's and Sheik's relationship with one another, that is kind of the whole premise of Chapter 1 to be properly introduced by these two and how they interact with one another. My personal favorite part of the chapter that I wrote was Ganondorf encountering the Hearty Truffle, though my OTHER favorite part of the story is coming up and I am eager to see how people are going to react to that! For drawing, similar to writing I don't think I had a top favorite character to draw, just favorite panels/moments that I am really proud on they turned out. I'll share my favorite panels of the pages that have been posted so far! Cause trust me the later ones were even more fun for me to write/draw!

(Part 1 - pg.4)

(Part 2 - pg.8)

(Part 4 - pg.18)

(Part 5 - pg.24)

[guess-ill-dye]

trick or treat? <|:3

Ohhh what are you ÔwŌ?

Here is some candy :3

[eltheabberation]

Taki h10?

Pathetic men covered in blood >>>>>>

[qu0rky]

The block button isn't enough, I need people that hate on staticlovetune (fluffy+mutual) by saying "Radiosilence better!" To explode

oh how right you are!! plus, i had never heard of that ship name for mutual radiostatic and it is adorable😭 When radiosilence fans will learn to respect other people’s opinions i will finally be able to rest. Also how infuriating it is having to sort through radiostatic posts because people don’t know how to properly tag radiosilence.

[myloveforhergoeson]

memories are pay-per view for the title ask meme? 👀

ooh this is a good one - the first thing that came to mind was older kaisy, sitting out on the porch of their house and going through some of the scrapbooks daisy inevitably made of their lives. she'd have their love letters back and forth saved while they were still long distance. if someone showed her how to take a screenshot and use a printer i'd suspect she'd tuck some of their chats in there, photos from the first time they met... and of course, their lives together after that. engagement, weddings, kids, MORE kids, grandkids... just a very domestic fluffy wholesome look back on how they'd grown up together and lived their adulthood. photos with jennifer and katie, photos with daisy's grandparents and jay-jay... it's very clear in my mind they like flip the pages and one of them goes "oh, wow remember this?" and the other is like "how could i ever forget?" probably taking place after a major event in their lives, like their last kid going off to college :') i love them so much :')

send me the title of a fic and i'll tell you what i'd write for it!

[thelonelyshore-if]

rereading the amnesia asks (delicious angst yum) and i have to ask: it sounds like ravi might respond *better* to a fully amnesiac MC than one who retains some memory of him? im guessing because one is a tragedy but the other feels like a trick? my poor suspicious man. and then an amnesiac ravi being a completely different person... this ro can fit so much trauma inside him cant he...

my MC is *also* a hopeless ravimancer but he is so devoted to willow its crazy, every thought and motivation is just protecting the baby sib and Being The Big Brother, and he'd probably actually be really chill with staying in easthaven as long as willow were around. but oh man i can't wait for the angst of willow hating ravi. my mc's gonna be bashing his head into the wall in frustration

You've got it right on the money, Nonnie. A fully amnesiac MC is, like you said, a tragedy. The fog is dangerous, its magic is unpredictable. Wiping the slate completely clean seems like something it might do. But a MC that just so happens to only remember him? Yeah, that feels like a trick. Or maybe a test. Regardless, it isn't to be trusted.

*pats Ravi on the shoulder* nooooo he's not traumatized he's perfect <3 nothing bad has ever happened to him. and nothing bad will ever happen to him (again). everything is happy forever :)

And awww your poor MC. I think dealing with Willow's opinions is going to be some genuinely super fun angst. And also just like...such a balancing act for the MC. Building this blossoming new relationship with an RO while also trying to keep your sibling happy...juggling all of the people the MC cares about...

It's going to be so much fun.

( also the horrors. i cannot overstate how much of a deal the horrors will be lmao )

[xx-may4-malic3-xx]

would you ever do a haircutting tutorial for the scene style? ive wanted to cut my hair scene for a hot minute but everytime i think about it too long i realize that i dont really know what im doing besides the basics.

Maybe!! Ill have to see how much time I have, but I have a spare mannequin from school so I might make one in the future 👀

[pop-squeak]

Could you draw Thirteen? By herself or with Chase or House or Cameron or her girlfriend or Foreman, anything (the first two suggestions are platonic/familial, those last three can be romantic)

No is a totally acceptable answer btw 👍

that’s her brother you know!!

and that’s her dad in some fucked up way!!

[podsvante]

i accidentally had submissions on when this post was submitted so I can’t answer it normally, im so sorry ☹️

i colored the sketch but i have mixed feelings abt how it turned out so here are both versions. your farmer looks so sweet, i love the one shot of harvey and him!! also ive noticed you’re always liking my posts, tysm for the support it means a lot to me 🫶