#YOU WRITE SO AMAZINGLY

[maelstrom007]

Literally as I was reading this I was like okay but what if Bee finds out why he hasn’t been sleeping well and offers to take first watch and then you DID IT and it was PERFECT 😭 Imagine how König feels, being so known and understood and taken care of in such a significant way. Cause the people that go on watch for you are people that you can trust with your life, who want you safe and well rested. In conclusion taking watch is Königs love language.

Is it weird that I can't get enough of that king watches and has watched Bee sleep like why do I love how much I hate that you get me??? It's simultaneously giving big dog that sits at the door while you sleep to protek but also something so much eerier like horny sleep paralysis demon??????

König has these instincts that don't really go away from a few months of farm work. He doesn't mean for it to be weird or creepy, he's looking after and protecting an asset. Even when you start dating the first few nights he stays over he doesn't really sleep. His body designates this as first watch and he just... doesn't know how to turn it off.

He watches you sleep and thinks about every terrible thing that could happen between now and when your alarm goes off. Thinks about how soft and vulnerable you are, and how he's the only line of defense between you and those horrible things. And doesn't sleep. He sits in bed awake and alert to any small noise. He doesn't really know what to do besides watch you sleep, he's wide awake but he doesn't want to wake you up when you look so peaceful.

But it's absolute hell the next morning when he doesn't have a relief shift. When he's sliding out of his saddle because he's been awake for 36 hours and he's exhausted. He's not used to long hauls without sleep anymore, he can't handle them like he used to. He doesn't want you to find out about it either, but there's only so many times he can fall asleep at the dinner table before you ask what's wrong.

And when he tells you? When you immediately volunteer to take the first watch so he can sleep, absolutely serious in your offer. Oh, he knows just as sure as the sky is blue and the rooster crows in the morning that he's going to marry you. Especially when you try to joke about wearing him out before bed. He's tired but that gives him a fresh burst of energy better than any drug could.

[thefloatingstone]

Appleseed PDA montage to save you from reading endless pages of unimportant politics that don't amount to anything

also because I have nothing better to do, I'm bored, I'm moody, my gaming laptop is still broken so no BG3, and it's too late at night to start drawing after doing animation clean-up all day.

[pain-in-the-butler]

A compilation of art for my Dadbastian fanfic Coattails that I commissioned from the incredibly talented @tomoyoo! They went above and beyond with the details... Each picture feels as cozy and warm as a storybook, right? I'm so delighted with how they turned out!! Thank you for making each one so beautiful! 🥹🥹🥹

[devil-in-hiding]

more on ur genius idea of orgasm denial and ex bf gaz bc I love ur brain and gaz 😌

ex bf gaz who has you spread across his lap, your back to his chest as he sits on your bed. He’s pumping his long fingers into you as you whine and stare with wide eyes at the giant mirror across the room from both of you. Ex bf gaz who nuzzles into your neck as he maintains eye contact with you in the mirror’s reflection.

“See, isn’t that better?” Gaz murmurs, and you would almost think he’s being kind if not for the way his free hand is grabbing your waist with a possessive fervor. That and the dark look in his eyes that has been there since you saw him looking at you and your date through the restaurant window. (You still have no idea how he knew and Gaz had just smiled when you’d asked). “Just needed a little reminder, isn’t that right love?”

You gasp out his name, nails digging into his thighs as he continues moving his fingers, bringing you closer to release. Just as you feel yourself start to shake, Gaz’s fingers suddenly stop and he lets out a low chuckle at the cry you let out in distress.

You feel your cheeks get smushed together as Gaz releases your waist and cups your face in his big hand. He turns your head to face him, the look on his face almost unreadable. You can’t remember your ex, ever the perfect gentleman, looking so… unnerving. He’s smiling, but you feel a chill run down your spine as you register just how truly furious he is that you even tried to think about moving on from him.

“Hurt my feelings a bit,” Gaz says, his brow furrowing slightly in false sorrow. “You really thought someone else could love you like I do?” His patronizing tone would have pissed you off in any other circumstance, but you can only cry and plead for him to keep moving as you feel his fingers slowly start to move again.

Ex bf gaz who presses a kiss to your temple as he says, “Made a mistake leaving you on your own for too long. Won’t let that happen again, love.”

(Hope you and your son are doing well!! 💞🪩)

[m34gs]

All I do is respond appropriately to your writing…not my fault the email can’t handle the depths of my love and admiration

(Love you too!!!!💜)

If I had a nickel every time @m34gs broke the AO3 comment preview box in the email notification, I'd have three nickels. Which is one nickel more than this meme, so I'll have to stop the analogy here.

(Seriously, I love you so much, friend! You're the best.)

[nhura]

What pretty eyes. Tell me, do they shine in the dark? What if they used to? Well if they did, I'd sell them in a heartbeat. What if he did?

An Aventurine/Ratio slowburn set in a parallel universe where Aventurine may or may not have sold his eyes for good luck. Written by Pent, beta'd by yours truly! Chapter 1 has been published. Do mind the tags!

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

I can’t fix him but I sure can draw him all pretty and cool

@ask-eden

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

oh man ok i need to gush about moonlight chicken for a second lol

i adored how this show didnt shy away from the messiness of real life and relationships! like u hav a single gay working class man desperately trying to make ends meet and struggling with the guilt of his past lover having died tragically whilst bringing up his nephew who wants to be taken seriously and finally fly the nest to live his own life whilst at the same time navigating his crush on a lonely deaf boy who just wants to be understood and respected. and then you have a man stuck in relationship limbo where he's unable to let go of his past love but also yearning to move on and free them both from the pain they cause each other... and that's not even to mention the side characters who deal with the loss of parents, unfaithful partners, unplanned pregnancies, trying to be a better mother to your son, etc...

no one was a villain, instead you had a group of people who needed to grow and learn in a very natural way, and that's just so refreshing to see! honestly one of my fav parts of the story is that rather than inventing some arbitrary dramatic reason for wen and alan to break up, it just happened because their love had fizzled out, a thing that happens all the time in real relationships! and even though their love had died, it was still obvious that they cared deeply for one another which made both of them trying to move on so much more painful...

so much of this show was about the cycles of emotional abuse that can develop when you're stuck in the past... jim is unable to see a happy future for himself because he blames himself for beam's death, and he let's that anger and resentment inform how he treats li ming. wen is ignoring the messiness of his relationship with alan in favour of pursuing jim, but knows deep down that neither will be able to truly move on unless he deals with the situation. even heart's parents are stuck unable to relate to or be willing to understand their deaf son as they continue to isolate him from the outside world, thinking that it will protect him but all it does is make him even more lonely!

idk i just loved how the show focused so much on living in the moment. that the past is fixed and the future is uncertain, but there will always be now where you can always find some glimmer of joy and optimism.

and then there's ofc the queer element of the show where we get to see how internalised and external homophobia exist as perimeters to queer people being able to truly be themselves. one of the most heart wrenching scenes is at beam's funeral where his parents come up to jim and effectively tell him that because he and beam weren't married, he has no legal rights to any of the things they had worked so hard for together! and this is something you hear time and time again, both historically and now, where queer couples in countries that dont recognise gay marriage or even civil partnerships are denied so much (particularly when one of them dies) because their relationship is deemed illegitimate by law.

jim as a character has internalised this so much that when he finds out his nephew is gay, he lashes out (in one of the funniest scenes ever, mind you lol... literally the whole 'why are you gay, isn't being poor enough of a challenge!?' thing is gonna stick in my mind forever i love it sm lol) because he knows first hand how hard it is to be a queer man in a society that still doesnt fully accept you! (and it rly showed the disparity between him, a working class man, and wen, someone from a middle class/wealthy background when it comes to queerness that i don't think gets discussed as much... cos the fact of the matter is that for a long time queerness /was/ effectively reserved for wealthy people, as working class people wouldnt have had as much of a choice in how they could live their lives, so jim's reticence when it comes to accepting li ming's (and his own) queerness is directly tied to how being poor doesnt always allow you the luxury of simply 'being yourself'...)

and i think it was especially interesting that this show didnt present homophobia in individualistic terms. we don't get a character calling them slurs or saying that they're wrong for being gay, instead we get systemic and societal prejudices showing up in insidious ways, which feels so much more realistic! (like even jam, who is presented as having outdated and homophobic opinions, isnt presented as some evil villain. she's just a product of a homophobic society that teaches people being gay is a sad way of living, and she has to unlearn that as both her brother and son prove her wrong!)

i honestly could (and probably will) go on but yeh... this show man... this show

[wanderingaldecaldo]

by @sidver

Every colour and every taste Every breath that whispers your name It's like emeralds on the pavement (I got your honey, baby) At the heart of some kind of flower Stuck in glitter, strands of saliva Won't you get me right where the hurt is?

Robyn, "Honey"

I am at a loss for words—metaphorically at a loss of course, as I am nothing if not a writer. I cried once before when I received a commission (this incredible piece of Val by khymeira), which incidentally was a year ago yesterday; and now today when I was blessed by this gorgeous piece.

More blubbering (and WIP Wednesday) under the cut.

For background on my request, I gave Sidver a bit of my corpo!Val story, the part where things officially go off the rails in the plan, where these two friends who are faking being in love accidentally cross a line, then deliberately cross it once more.

This picture isn't worth 1000 words. It's value is infinite. It would (will) take thousands upon thousands of words to tell this story—the way Mitch cradles her head, and the tentative possession with his other hand; how Val holds his face, caressing his scar; the way they stand together, uncertain but longing; god, the emotionsssss. Sidver took a few paragraphs of words and turned it into real art.

And now I'm going to make this long post even longer by shamelessly adding on my writing since beloved @starsandskies tagged me for WIP Wednesday; only gonna tag @ravenstrange for reasons*. Please forgive the indulgence and have ~500 of the thousands of words that I need to write to live up to this incredible picture Sidver painted.

“Long day,” Mitch says.

Rather than answer, Val leans her head against his shoulder. This casual intimacy catches in his throat. He knows he should stop it, that it’s only going to make things worse when it’s time to stop pretending and return to the family; but he can’t, doesn’t want to. Instead he wraps his cybernetic arm around her, his hand on her shoulder, and she leans into him and sighs again. He skims his hand up and down her bicep, tracing his fingers along the lean muscle before returning them to her shoulder and squeezing gently. She shivers beside him.

“Cold? Want my jacket?”

With a shake of her head, Val smiles up at him and his heart skips a beat. “Thanks.”

Silence falls between them once more. Mitch finishes his cigarette then stubs it out and flicks it into the darkness below. He wishes he could bottle this feeling and carry it back to camp with him, this comforting shared quiet. Without conscious thought Mitch turns his head and presses his lips to her forehead. He breathes deep, inhaling the unassuming scent of her shampoo. As soon as Val shifts he knows he made a mistake, and then she brings her emerald eyes up to his face.

He’s been captivated before by the white ring surrounding the green pupil, but he’s never before noticed the brown spikes that ring the iris, just like his own—central heterochromia, he remembers, though how he can think at all while she’s looking up at him like this is beyond him. As she studies his face her eyebrows draw together, a tiny line appearing between them. He can’t read her expression but it’s her, not the corpo, and his chest squeezes even tighter, the breaths harder to draw. 

Her eyes drop to his lips and her own lips part before she raises her gaze back to his, the tip of her tongue peeking out as she tilts her face to him. Blood roaring in his ears, Mitch knows it’s a lapse in judgment from the drink, from the look in her eyes when he tips his chin down and brings them closer together. Val closes the distance, pressing her soft lips against his in a hesitant kiss. After a moment she pulls back, searches his eyes while her fingers linger on his skin. She still is letting him in, even if he doesn’t know what he’s seeing. 

“Val,” Mitch murmurs, part warning, part affirmation. 

Her name on his lips makes her breath come faster and her hand moves to the back of his neck, pulling him down to her once more. His cybernetic fingers slide up her shoulder to twine in the hair at the back of her neck, searching for anything to ground him. His head spins as she deepens the kiss. He’s lost now, falling backward into the abyss and sinking into darkness, and he doesn’t care.

*️⃣ Raven, you've been an awesome friend, and I can't overstate how much better you made my life when you put the seed for this ridiculous thing in my head.

[torchstelechos]

I have a hard time reading tones in video games so um. Personally I thought Loop wasn't really being all that mean to Siffrin ;;; so when I hopped online and everyone was like "god Loop is such a BITCH" I was over here going what huh but they're so funny and sweet??? I think Loop could have been very mean to Siffrin but um, that's not what they did imo lol

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Damn. You ever just see something that absolutely ruins your day? I'll get back to the kinktober entries later, but I need a mini break. I knew that not everyone on this site was going to be amazing and wonderful, but because I hadn't run into anyone who was less than fantastic I honestly thought I was just lucky enough to never have to interact with any of the less than awesome people.

[nyquilfishtank]

commence the recreational essay writing

[eightspringdays]

fujimoto is probably one of my fav mangakas because he's so fucking weird but in a very millennial way. he's absolutely unhinged in a way it could've given him at least 4 lobotomies 80 years ago.

he is not misogynistic nor homophobic, which makes him better than 80% of the mangakas except for Gege "I breathe yaoi" Akutami.

fujimoto is to yuri, what gege is to yaoi

he's just fucking weird because no sane mind would've written fire punch. it's GOOD but the fact the chilliest thing happening there is CONSENTED CANNIBALISM tells you everything you need to know

[nururu]

I realized my disconnect when it comes to talking about one piece, and why I always say I like talking to dudebros more even if they're the worst... Is, I like to analyze literature. I like to analyze the source material and the canonic information. Shipping and stuff is for fun but I see it separately. The intersect bc canon inspires fanon but fanon CANNOT change canon.. I don't mix the two things especially not when I'm doing analysis... So I'll say things that are factual and ppl who are stuck in their headcanons or personal biases will think I'm saying something bad. What I'm saying isn't good or bad. It's not judgmental of the character I'm talking about. Nor is it a bias bc I like them/dislike them. I'm analyzing odas writing and his intentions as an author and what he's trying to say and portray. Most ppl online are too caught up in headcanons and personal bias while having no media comprehension and they think that I'm attacking their made up fanon stuff..... Noooo..... You're over there playing pretend and I'm over here doing analysis. We are not doing remotely near the same activity. They don't always need to intersect. Anyways it's hard to have genuine analytical conversations with ppl fully indulged in fandom and fanon. The only group of ppl who doesn't do that are dudebros but also... They get hung up on other stuff that doesn't matter too. Idkkkkkkkkk.

[quillium]

Heya! This isn't really an "ask you"- haha. But I just wanted to write to you- for quite a bit honestly. First of all, I hope you're well. The first piece of work I've read of yours was "Ben & May's". I absolutely loved it. I read it way back in 2020. I was 15 years old, kinda angry at the world lmao. But I found my solace in reading and writing stuff by strangers on the internet. I commented on your story- which in fact was one of the first and only times I ever bothered interacting with someone online. I don't know why, but reading your story made me warm. Warm to the core. And I wanted to share my own story! About how I related to an incident in the fic, because I snuck out of my house with a broken arm to participate in the science fair at school. You responded sometime later and congratulated me and told me to take care of myself. And you said something else too. It might have been in a joking way but you said something along the lines of "You're literally Peter Parker lmao". I don't know why but that really stuck with me. Peter Parker is a character I grew up worshipping, I'd read all the comics and watch every show with him in it with my dad. I've always loved school and learning new things, but it was always hard for me to find confidence. My dad and I are pretty tight but I can't say the same for me and my mom. And for a great chunk of my life, I've had to live with her, which didn't exactly yield the greatest upbringing (which you can probably tell by the way I'm writing to you now haha). So when someone even humouredly made that comparison- I was super taken aback. Super doubtful. But I was awestruck too. I've never been complimented before- in such a meaningful way from anyone other than my dad (that has since changed thankfully, but at the time young me was still recovering from huge life changes). So it really got me to take a good look at my life and actually embrace being who I wanted to be. I started picking up stuff at school again, and I made friends. I started writing. I hung out with my dad more- of course, watched so much Spiderman and read so many comics. I managed to graduate high school early. Now I'm at university. I graduate soon. I took up Biology and Chemical Engineering. And I'm happy. I never really forgot you, or your writing which gave me so much comfort. I logged back on AO3 recently and was super happy to still see you writing. I just knew I had to reach out. Now I apologize if this is like weird, but I just had to put this out there. Thank you, really- thank you for your warm response and the art you put into the world. I don't think you'd even remember my comment on your work or this small interaction, but to me, it made a whole lot of difference. I really hope you're well, and continue to be. I can't believe I made a tumblr account just for this qwq XOXO

BRO I REMEMBER YOU. When your comment came in, I was 17-years-old, living more in the world of my writing than reality, right about to enter university, and even if I was half-joking I was also low-key dead serious that you were literally Peter Parker. I was, and continue to be, incredibly impressed by you. I think I might have told my sister about you in a sort of like, dang, there are some brilliant and crazy people in the world, and they're reading my fics for some reason sort of way.

I'm doing very well! I've grown closer to my family, built lovely friendships, and am also set to graduate university (perhaps predictably, I'm a literature major). As weird as this might sound in turn, a great deal of my confidence and growth was built by comments like yours. There's nothing half as sweet as the portion of someone's life given to you because they saw a bit of their story in yours, and that glimpse of someone else's reality opens up the possibilities for mine. No matter the wonderful little interaction we had, it has been meaningful and a pleasure for me. You've given me a great deal of warmth as well.

Congratulations on the rebuilt confidence, the new things you've learned, the friends you've made, your seriously incredible academic achievements, and the many other delights that I'm sure you've attained. You really have worked diligently, relaxed peacefully (I hope!), and lived wonderfully. Good job, and I hope you continue to live well <3

[scary-lasagna]

Anon really started an argument and got pressed when they weren't given a defensive response for ammunition lmao. The passive aggressive remarks just seem so out of place. not having any reason to be rude, but trying to mock an empathetic answer. Like, what's more deranged? Barging into someone's house and saying their wall color looks like shit, or ranting about how they're renovating their house the right way, and theirs will be so much better than this soft uwu morons, so everybody point and laugh (nevermind that it's the same shade of paint).

Anyhow, as always, Kitty is just making herself look like a reasonable person while someone chews at the bars of her inbox because, uh... *flips through pages* she built her blog around her interests, and not yours.

Tumblr is a circus.

And I won't even make the joke about sending hate mail while hiding behind anon, because other users have said it funnier than I ever could. I hope anon at least polishes off their shoes before they honk their way back into your inbox, I think they might have gotten scratched while stumbling over their words.

I didn't wanna post anything else on the topic since it seemed to be getting out of hand but this is a perfect analogy, thank you.

This one is going on the fridge. :]