#also thanks so much for your sweet words

[intheholler]

hey i just sent the last ask! maybe it's my adderall making me overthink but i feel the need to add a bit more seeing how it's a lot of love letters lately. i technically live in Appalachia now, on the edge but also very close to a more prominently appalachian area. for all of the luck i had growing up i do feel a little pang of want when i read about the south and Appalachia. its such a beautiful area and I've had the privilege of hiking through her mountains and appreciating the wilderness. i really wish my area wasn't the way it was. so many people moving here in big ugly manufactured houses and so much ugly construction it makes my heart ache. i drive through these roads overrun with traffic and dead trees but can see the blue ridge mountains on the horizon, almost like she's reminding me that she's still there and will always be there. there's a nice historic town a bit more north that's intertwined with the mountains but to get there you drive past a sonic, mcdonalds, pizza hut, etc. all these corporations sitting atop this beautiful scenery who are run by people who have no appreciation for how beautiful and culturally rich this area is. sorry this is less a love letter and more ranting but i guess what im trying to say is that i really love Appalachia and everything she is and i hate to see her covered up so carelessly. thankfully there are parks and hiking trails that are kept clean, but it doesn't feel like its enough. i think a part of the reason why i love this blog even though i cant relate is because i get to see people talk about this beautiful area that i get to live in. and while it may not be my childhood or culture, it's one i get to read about and appreciate and love through everybody else who was raised by these mountains. sorry for such a long, rambling ask but idk. this blog is beautiful and you're doing such a great service by running it and giving people the space to talk about their home, even if they don't live there anymore. it's amazing and beautiful and i cannot put into words how much i appreciate and respect it. next time i go to one of the folk fairs that's held in that little historical town ill think of you and everybody else who has loved and lived here.

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[choccy-milky]

seb wants to be pet, too 😤💕 ((TYSM to @angel-fr0m-venus for asking how seb would react to clora petting all the cats around the school/hogsmeade BAHAHA. like a neglected puppy, thats how🐶))

[azure-bluet]

dear vio,

sunshield,

i beg.

with utmost respect for your beautiful works,

sotvorenie_.

dear sotvorenie,

during the sketch process i remembered how much i miss them, and therefore drew them with the utmost care.

with sincere thanks for your very kind words,

vio

[sscieloz]

how about… as a gift… a treat even… un regalo some would say… for the 1k special, how about … part four of the sunday afternoon shenanigans series (idk if the series has a name, my apologies if so for not referencing it)… no sé piénsalo… also love ur works!!! so well deserved! excited to see what you keep coming up with!!!

IM SO SORRY ABT THAT SERIES NONNIE bc the next 2 works of it have already been like decided they’ve js been rotting on my drafts for so long😔 ning’s draft has been sitting half done for like 3 months alr but i shall GET TO IT

[merakiui]

MERA. ANGELS IN TIBET. HOLY SHIT MERA. THE WAY I IMMEDIATELY WOKE UP UPON SEEING MY NOTIFICATION, MERA I'M--

YOU COOKED BELOVED OJIISAN INTO PERFECTION 🔥🔥🔥

I don't have any coherent words to describe my emotions, besides the fact i'm kicking, rolling, and giggling on my bed everytime those pet names roll out of his mouth. That hint of possessiveness... (灬º 艸º灬) (灬º 艸º灬)

He is just sooooo AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OTL OTL OTL 💖💖💖 and i'm so WEAK for Sugar Daddy tropes and you wrote him so SO WELL,,, EXCEEDING MY EXPECTATIONS. I AM FLOORED. BURIED EVEN. DEAD. 🏳🏳🏳

Mera, i hope you're having a blessed day, a wonderful year even ✨✨✨

AAAAAA (〃´𓎟`〃)♡ OMG OMG!!!!! THANK YOU, KHEYY!!!!! I'm so happy it was a delicious meal cooked to perfection hehe!!!! Ojiisan is very scrumptious. ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) only the finest for our finely aged tako!!!!! I had to write something after seeing the Luxe Couture!!!!!! orz he's too handsome!!!!!!!! >:O

Even I was giggling and kicking my legs every time I wrote him saying those pet names!!!! (o/////o " ) he's too perfect and so suave....... and his possessive lines,,,, uuwuwaaaaa,, yes, nonno!!!! Lock your beloved in the cage and spoil her rotten!!!

I'm so weak for the sugar daddy trope and it works so wonderfully with Octavinelle. <3 aaaa thank you for enjoying the fic so much!!! I'm glad the portrayal was written so well!! WAAAA PLEASE DON'T DIE!!!! I AM DIGGING YOU UP FROM THE GRAVE AND RESURRECTING YOU,,,,, AZUL OJIISAN NEEDS YOU!!!! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

[emry-stars-art]

PSA since I keep going through my inbox like a kid on christmas: I see your asks, I will not ignore them forever, I SWEAR I’m getting to them they’re just TOO GOOD TO RUSH/DO HALFWAY. stop having good ideas and I’ll stop having to do them justice /j

[softquietsteadylove]

I know you said you don’t love writing thenamesh as actual biological parents (totally respect that and agree, I especially agree that Thena probably wouldn’t be the most willing mother (although I live and die for TMTL AU)) ANYWAY! would you possibly be interesting in writing something where Thenamesh accidentally stumble into parenthood without meaning to?? Maybe a little orphan child in ancient times won’t leave them alone and they end up raising them? (probably begrudgingly on Thena’s part to begin with but she’s a secret softie especially when Gil is smitten and we all know it). No worries if you don’t wanna write something like that, just something I was thinking about!

Thena sighed, "I know you're there."

She didn't receive a reply, and she knew she wouldn't. She stood from where she had been - entirely against her wishes but at Ajak's behest - reviewing some of the senate's requests. The various war orders and border reports were draining her.

She stepped down towards the door of the room, the skirts of her white toga trailing behind her. She spoke again, "orphan."

He responded to more than that, of course. Sersi thought it was cruel of her to address a child that way, but he responded to it. A small head of blonde peeked out from behind one of the larger vases.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him with an expectant tone. She raised her chin to further look down upon the boy, "you know better than to enter the temple of Athena without permission."

Usually, she was loath to bring up the title of Athena in any way. But if she need be stuck with it, she could make use of it.

The boy shuffled out, his hands clasped in front of the brown burlap of his tunic. "I was looking for Gilgamesh."

The boy was positively enchanted by her Champion. Plenty were, of course, but this boy idolised Gilgamesh and the very ground upon which he walked. And Gil was equally charmed by the small child. She thought he entertained his obsession entirely too much.

But the boy enjoyed trailing behind Gilgamesh when he was walking between the forge and the acropolis, or watching him train fighters in the arenas, or even when he was in the orchards gathering fruit.

"Why do you think he is here?" Thena fixed her eyes on the boy. Most grown men would be sensible enough to cower, but the child stepped even closer to her.

He glanced behind him a few times.

Thena let out another breath. She was not a caretaker, she had no business with the boy steps away from clinging to her. But she unfolded her arms and knelt down to see him better. Children's heads were so small. "Speak."

"The guards," the child twisted his lips. "They tell me not to bother the gods."

They also were no gods of old, at least not how Athens imagined them to be. But Thena had no qualms letting them think that if it meant them keeping their distance, either.

"And if they are correct to tell you these things?" she raised her eyebrows. But the boy shuffled even closer to her. She sighed, "what did you do?"

This child was no angel, just like they were no gods. He liked getting into trouble, challenging those twice his size, proclaiming that he would be a fierce warrior someday. And sometimes that 'challenge' was him running up to someone and whacking them with his only possession: a toy sword, fashioned from wood (clumsily, by his own hand).

"They were being cruel," he spoke in defense of himself. His hands left his tunic to clench into tiny little righteous fists. "They were laughing at old man Socrates! One even threw his apple at him!"

Thena felt her hackles raise. She had no business policing humans; they were of no concern to her. But what did bother her was senseless cruelty to those more vulnerable than the strong. "And you decided to do something about this."

The boy's small shoulders fell again, though. "I told them I challenged them to a duel."

Thena tilted her head. His tunic was still fastened above his trousers with a rope, but there was no toy sword. "Where is-"

He sniffled, trying not to let his tears fall, "they took it and broke it in half."

That was why he had run to her. Well, he had been seeking Gilgamesh's comfort, foremost. But he had also known that if the authorities of Athens were the ones committing an injustice, only the gods would correct them.

Thena frowned at the child's tears dropping onto the stone floor. He wasn't her child; he was no one's. He was, like many others, a result of the many wars Athens had waged before, and were attempting to continue waging. It was exactly that which she was opposing, despite her title as their figurehead for war.

Footsteps approached, heavily and loudly. The boy nearly leapt in fear and scurried to hide himself behind her, even tugging at her dress like a tapestry to hide his feet.

She glanced somewhat over her shoulder in the direction of the little head of blonde hair, getting tears and snot all over her pure white robes.

"Goddess Athena!" the guards greeted her before all else. Their heavy armour and leather skirts made sound with every breath they took. "Forgive our intrusion."

She said nothing.

"We were pursuing a street urchin, and we fear he may have run in here." The captain of their group stepped forward, the adornment on his helmet distinguishing him from the others. "We wish not to disturb you. But we cannot let a stray mutt wander into the hall of gods."

Thena looked at each of them. She owed them no words, and they had no right to ask them. Her lips twitched. "You have a splinter."

The guard seemed embarrassed, rubbing at his arm. "Forgive me, O-Warrior. I was struck with a splintering old board."

A child's toy, now no doubt sitting broken in the streets. Thena looked at the others. "Which of you ate the apple?"

They looked between themselves, confused. "My Lady?"

"One of you was eating an apple," she continued, raising her empty palm. They knew what that meant, stepping back. "And threw it at a harmless old philosopher."

Their faces went pale. It brought some joy to her, but she kept her face even. Their fear was the best part of her day. Rather than deny the wisdom of the Goddess of War, they knelt. "We beg your forgiveness, great Athena."

She drew back, her blade in her hand in a second. She took a harmless swipe over their heads, although the tops of their helmets fell unceremoniously to her floor like feathers from a startled bird.

The men trembled.

Satisfied that her message was received, she retracted her powers like a cat closing its paws. "Be gone from my sight."

The men obeyed, scurrying away, abandoning the remains of their rank, leaving them to explain what had happened to their uniform. If she ever did see them again, she would not be so kind as to let them go with their dignity.

"They will not bother you again," she said more quietly. The boy was strong; he had stopped trembling. And he had, at the very least, the wisdom to let her face his multiple foes.

He sniffled one last time before stepping away from her protection. "They always do, eventually."

Then next time, she would have them begging her for their lives. She kept her eyes looking out the door as she patted the boy's head. She wouldn't have been able to read the expression on his face regardless. "Gilgamesh should be done in the forge by now. He may even take you to the great hall. I believe they are making the baklava today."

The child's eyes lit at the promise of sweets. "Can I have some?"

She did her best not to smile, lest she encourage his youthful impertinence. But she may not have been entirely capable of suppressing it. "Tell them Athena herself demands it."

The boy didn't even look twice at her, running towards the door and nearly slipping in his old, worn sandals.

"Heracles," she called after him. He turned at the sound of his name. "Return with Gilgamesh. We will show you how to strike someone properly."

The boy beamed. His cheeks were ruddy and his teeth were small and uneven, and yet they fit his cherubic face. "Yes, Thena!"

He had heard Gil address her casually too often. If he called her that, what if others thought it acceptable? But she couldn't bring herself to be angry with the boy. It was far too difficult to hold a grudge against something so sweet and innocent.

Technically, the senate decrees still needed seeing to. But she had more important things to think about. And before young Heracles returned with Gilgamesh in hand, she had some whittling to do. She wasn't Phastos, or Sersi, by any means, but even she could carve a sword out of some spare wood.

[loppiopio]

the chances of the people seeing this aren't super likely so this is highly inefficient but i'm too afraid to approach people personally…. yet i've been burning with the need to express my gratitude for the tags i've received individually somehow and figured, i could do it the way i do best. in the tags 😅

(sorted by most recent) (i capped the limit hard here) (some ✂️✂️ had to be done 😔) (i still like this format a lot though) (might do this again in the future idk would people like that??) (i hope it's not mortifying for anyone……..)

it's sorta the way i like it, indirect and unimposing, even if it's kinda. wieldy. but it's just on my blog so anything goes right? although in saying that, i am open to being imposed on. like if someone wants to talk about aci or something, like other fic?? i'm a big fic fiend. or anything else lol not sure what else you'd wanna chat about since so much of the stuff i've put out is just. about fic. but hey, if you're a person i don't mind being approached :>

(lol the way i've made this like a *throws out a bunch of paper slips* find your's 🎉) (might be obnoxious hm) (sorry...) (find your's if you want though 🫡)

[sambusa]

Hey, this is Taylor from a few years back. Sorry for the ask. I haven't used this app in a few years and forgot how to message lol. I was looking through my old account and saw yours was still up and running, and I just wanted to tell you thank you for the time you were my friend and how patient you were with me. You were a great friend and an even better influence. Hope you're doing good!

This was such a wonderful surprise... I have so many words and yet none at all. Thank you for being my friend, too, and for the kindness you showed me. I hope the future has treated you kindly 🥹🫶🏾

[2aceofspades]

Just wanted to say that you're my favorite peepaw artist. I love how you draw him. Your no think drawings are brilliant.

And also I loved reading your tags tonight on those other peepaw drawings <3

Thank you so much!! 🥺💙✨ Ohmigosh I'm gonna cry 🥹 Your favorite?!? Awwwweee!! Really? 🥺 You are too sweet and I'm so flattered and honored oh my goodness! I really really love doing my no-think sketches, so the fact that other people like them is a very sweet bonus 😌✨

Gah thank you! I tend to um...rant quite extensively about art and art related things. I love to analyze art very deeply. A chance to rant about art AND peepaw is an opportunity I can't pass up teehee! I'm honestly just glad someone else enjoyed my rant, so thank you! 😊💙✨

[causenessus]

first time sending a non anon message but hi!!

i just wanna say im so glad i found your blog, your writing is just spectacular you are so flippin talented ^^

and for the ask games : 🥤🍓

i hope you have a lovely day !

AW thank you so much love!!! hello hello <3 thank u for sending something in i'm so greatful for your compliment!! i hope you have an even more lovely day <333

ask game :)

🥤 -> recommend an author or fanfic you love

i DID tag six people when i answered this previously 😭😭 and i feel bad i've already double tagged some people so i'm just going to link where i answered this emoji previously!! i hope that's okay <3

🍓 -> how did you get into writing fanfiction?

crazy story!! the short and simple of it is my sister kind of introduced me to the art since she had been writing fanfiction as well. so i read a lot on like...wattpad and quotev when i was younger LMAO i think the first fandom i wrote fanfic for was fairy tail... 💀 and then i kept writing for many different fandoms and here i am! writing has been a big outlet and comforting distraction for me <3 but even more so now, it's honestly become less of an outlet and more of something that's just super fun for me!!

[zestys-stuff]

Warning: I’m sorry but this is going to be a really long ramble ❤️❤️❤️!!!

Okay I have to say this one first because I think it needs to be said *Holds a microphone 🎤* YOU ARE SO DAMN PRECIOUS!!! SERIOUSLY!! YOU ARE TOO PRECIOUS!! THANK YOU FOR EXISTING!! YOU’RE A REAL GIFT FROM EYWA HERSELF!! AND MY GOSH HAVE YOU FED US WELL WITH YOUR AMAZING ART!! RALAK WILL FOREVER BE TREASURED HERE!!! ໒( ” •̀ ᗜ •́ ” )७

As an artist myself, you really are a great inspiration to me to keep on improving. Art block has gotten to me recently but I see the art that you post and it makes me want to draw again. The colors, the proportions, the line art, the tattoos omg, and all the amazing detail you put into it don’t go unnoticed!! So thank you for sharing your work! Chefs kiss 100/10ヽ(”`▽´)ﾉ

But while I’m going to ramble, can I ask for permission to write about Ralak? I’ve seen so many amazing fics about him and I hope to add to that. It’s just that I want your permission first. 〜(^∇^〜）

On the topic about Ralak (sorry for jumping topic to topic ಥ‿ಥ)… HOW?! I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!! (Puts on reporter glasses) How are you able to create such a fine looking man? JUST HOW! HE’S TOO PERFECT!! CREATING SUCH A MAN SHOULD BE ILLEGAL!! ʕ̡̢̡̡̢̡̡̢♡ᵒ̴̷͈艸ᵒ̴̷͈॰ʔ̢̡̢̢̡̢̢̡̢✧

SO RALAK IF YOU ARE ALSO READING THIS, KNOW THIS— YOUR CREATOR IS THE MOST PRECIOUS PERSON ON EARTH AND IF ANYTHING HAPPENS BRING HER BACK TO PANDORA!! Pack her bags, steal a ship, and do whatever it takes. Just make sure it happens and that she is taken care of!! She needs to be protected at all costs!!( *//｀ω´//)

Take care, love! Hope you stay happy and healthy ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

I can’t even begin to say how overwhelmed and happy i am rn🥹❤️❤️❤️ I’m gonna cry🥲 I’m absolutely devastated by the amount of love and i was smiling like an idiot while reading this🙈💕💕💕 Thank you so, so much! I’m super glad to hear you’ve managed to overcome art block, that is the worst👁️👁️ and incredibly pleased that you notice the details 🌚❤️ Yes ofc you can write about him! I’d be honored 💖 AHH much love to you as well pookie!💖 You made my day!!

Ps: He’s not my only oc :3

[merakiui]

"The liquid drips from the table in fat droplets, landing on the clean tiles in patterns reminiscent of blood spatter. It’s a pastel crime scene, one that’s endearingly sweet and innocently pink." AUGHHHH MERA YOUR DESCRIPTIONS AND WRITING ARE SO GOOD IM- p l e a s e

comparing an innocent milkshake knocked over by a child to a blood spattered crime scene??? hello?? your brain is incredible???

I'm still in the middle of reading death row undertow but i had to stop because oh my goddddd your writing is divine!!!

actually no im still obsessed over that line and like????

the red of actual blood mixed in with the white of childhood naivete and pure intentions??? to make a pink milkshake?? hello??? the fact that the milkshake is pink and blood is red and white is known for being associated with purity im-

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AAAAAAA OMG OMG THANK YOU!!!!!!! I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THAT LINE AND MY WRITING!!!! :D

The act of spilling a milkshake is such an innocent mistake that immediately takes on a sinister undertone when described in such an unnerving way. You wouldn’t normally picture milkshake splatter in a brightly colored, upbeat diner as blood spatter at a crime scene. I like mixing innocent things like that with eerie comparisons; the contrast is so fun! I hope it can make for an unsettling feeling when read!

I loved writing that line (and plenty of others) for the story, so I’m glad you enjoyed it and caught the juxtaposition! I can promise the plot will only get scarier going forward hehehe!!

[slightlyunconventional]

I forgot usernames apparently while I’ve been here for d/b/h and just realized how many of your fics I’ve read and. Just wanted to say your K/az fics are absolutely amazing and a lot of them are some of my all-time favorite snzfics lol! Bound lives rent free in my head tbh. I’ve been considering checking out that fandom just because those fics sold me SO hard on it lmao. So, yeah, just wanted to say I love your writing!! Thanks for sharing with us :D <3

oh my gosh?? this is such a sweet lovely ask ILY omg im gonna cry im so so happy you like my fics like AAAHH <333 thank you so much for this ! also i totally recommend s/hadow and b/one the show is awesome! still so sad it got cancelled for a season 3 but the first 2 seasons are honestly just so good

[iricathel]

(@bluebird-dolly-bride)

Admin: I wanted to interact with your muses long time ago but I didn't encourage myself to do it. I hope you don't mind >.<

👔  (Irina)

Omg I had to do a lil research in my whole blog to find this old ass meme ngl sjsjsjsjsjsj

So sorry this is so late ;; @bluebird-dolly-bride

❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒��𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

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On a sunny spring day like today, it was a perfect time to leave the closed and dark spaces of the house to let the resurgent nature, along with its fauna and flora, bless all of one's senses in order to remember their origins.

And so, the blonde withdrew from her house to be able to take a walk through the forest paths that surrounded her comfortable abode.

Gentle breezes made the leaves on the treetops whisper to each other, while the cold drops of last night's rain still slid across the ferns in the tall grass. The smell of wet earth flavored the scent of freshly cut grass. The cicadas chirped accompanied by the noisy fluttering of the fast dragonflies in search of a nearby water source, while the occasional wild bird sang between the rough wooden logs to start the dawning morning.

It was a stage full of color, sound, smell. It was full of life.

It was the best there was to clear your mind before a long night at Ryōutei Academy.

Slightly dragging her feet across the dry, bare ground, Irina breathed in the fresh scent to hold it in her lungs for a few seconds, then released it into the air with a long, relaxed sigh. Inevitably, a button on her uniform shirt that was poorly sewn ripped open, exposing the blonde's torso a little too much.

But to the girl's mistake, she had not noticed that detail.

Irina hadn't noticed anything strange or different, not even when she had already left the forest to follow the path to the academy. Not even the looks of some people had caused her concern, because she was already somewhat used to it.

However, something that made Irina stop was finding a girl in front of her who was looking at her too much.

Too much for her to take as the habitual interest.

Tilting her head and raising one of her eyebrows to express her confusion obviously, Irina spoke.

"Can I help you...?"

[pristine-starlight]

I think it is important and good for the soul and whatnot for every person who considers themself to be even marginally Music Aligned to have collected a list of songs that are, in some shape or form, Them

I don't mean your favourite songs, I don't mean whatever sounds best, I don't mean making a playlist for yourself like you were a fictional character

I mean songs that feel so intrinsically linked to your very being that they might have just taken up residence in your soul. Songs that are somehow part of your story, your experience, your...you

Grab those songs. Put them in a pile. Make a playlist and listen and watch and feel as its heart starts to beat, a monument to you