#and congrats for finding your way out of the art block!

[canisalbus]

I've been making my ocs into dogs because of this blog, thank you for breaking the art block :>

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hello! Someone genuinely trying to understand and perhaps unlearn some reactionary tendencies. With the response to that anon about "not asking if you're a pro or anti", the response about "imagine if they put this much effort into protecting real kids" definitely got me thinking. So... Is an adult shipping children and finding that hot NEVER a red flag? Or is it case by case on seeing how that person handles the distinction between fiction and reality in other things? And bringing the issue of real kids into it, if a real kid who has been abused sees someone shipping kids and finds that a red flag in that person, that... No, no I juicy answered my own question on that one. Block them and cultivate your own experience.

hi there anon, and congrats on trying to unlearn some things! and great job catching yourself at the end there, that's exactly correct.

I will start by saying this right out of the gate: fundamentally, I do not really give a shit about what made up scenarios about fictional characters people are jorking it to in private. I am, first and foremost, interested in how they are interacting with actual, real people.

"but Makenzie are you saying people who look at sexually explicit images of real human kids should be allowed near children?" no I'm not. please note that I was specifically talking about people engaging with fictional characters who are, you know, not real and do not have feelings and therefore cannot actually be hurt, traumatized, abused, etc, in any way that actually matters. I want to be so clear about this: you can genuinely think whatever vile things you want about fictional characters. you can enjoy any problematic shit you want with little guys who don't actually exist.

like, here's an example I use a lot: I'm kind of a huge Batman fan. don't know if you could tell that or not, I'm pretty subtle about it. if you spend any time in the Batman mythos, you know that this is a story where you just kind of have to take for granted that our hero is a billionaire using his vast wealth to dispatch vigilante justice with military grade weaponry and a small army of child soldiers and cop friends to help him put people in prison. these are moral quandaries that are discussed and acknowledged within the story, but fundamentally the universe is always going to involve billionaire vigilantism and child soldiers and the so-called carceral justice system. that's just the price of admission if you're gonna read Batman.

and like. I spend a lot of time in that world. I love Batman, I love his child soldiers. he's my little blorbo or whatever. but like, at no point have I said "yeah, fuck it, preteens should be learning martial arts to fight domestic terrorists, actually. I think Elon Musk SHOULD be allowed to put on a fursuit and beat up criminals. cops need more funding." no amount of Batman comics can make me believe or act on any of those things because, you know, I'm a person with a brain and I know the difference between "thing that makes a good story" and "thing that should actually happen for real."

and the thing is that genuinely, honestly, if someone thought that it was a red flag that I like Batman, and that enjoying Batman comics was somehow a red flag indicating that I'm fine with violence being done against real, actual children? I would think that person was a nut, if I can be super real. like, I'm thinking about somebody trying to make the case that I shouldn't be allowed to hang out with my nephew because I enjoy the fictional character of Robin so clearly I'm going to kill my nephew's parents in front of him to try to get him into vigilante justice. or if someone attempted to bar me from teaching my 4th-6th grade sex ed classes on the grounds that I was obviously going to teach them to do karate to clowns instead of how their reproductive systems worked.

(although, lets be real, there are a lot of politicians who would MUCH rather let little kids cage fight each other than learn anything about safer sex.)

this doesn't just apply to morally bad things, either, btw. I also read a lot of romance novels, especially hetero romances. and the thing is, not one of those books has made me want to fall in love with a ruggedly handsome but condescending straight man. hell, none of them have made me want to fall in love with anybody, period. that's not really something I'm interested in for myself, it's just a fun and frequently funny dynamic to explore. I'm hardly the first queer person to point out that the allegations that queer media "turns kids gay/trans" is obviously bullshit since the vertible mountain of cishet media evidently failed to turn any of us straight/cis, you know?

my point being: no, I genuinely don't think it's often, if ever, reasonable to judge someone's actual, real life morals by how they interact with fiction.

I'm going to say something so vulnerable right now, because we're in a safe space here: since you asked me this very reasonable question, you evidently value my judgment and perspective at least a little bit. and I once read and thoroughly enjoyed a fic in which Dr. Horrible, from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, gets fucked by a sapient evil horse. and I don't think that makes me a morally reprehensible person, or a person who advocates for real human beings having real sex with real horses. I think it just makes me kind of a weirdo with a bullshit tolerance.

if you want to hear a MUCH more thorough take on this, complete with addressing the issue of shipping fictional children, I cannot recommend Princess Weekes' video essay enough:

[sabotage-on-mercury]

I can't believe you are still in the good omens fandom after everything that happened. I really thought you were better than this. Seriously you always seemed so smart and empathetic and now this? Or are you just ignorant to what happened? Really disappointing.

I probably should ignore stupid asks, but there are lots of people like you with the complex thinking skills of an amoeba, that come into people's asks, and it's your lucky day that I'm in prickly mood, so congrats you get your answer.

First of all, who the fuck do you think you are coming at me, a person you do not know, like that and allow yourself any kind of moral superiority? Are you really playing the fucking tumblr police?

What is your intention anyway? Are you really that far up your own pretentious ass to assume that I feel any kind of obligation towards you, a person that never contributed to my life in any positive way?

Also, when you feel disappointed by anything I do or don't do, that's 100% a You-problem. Breaking news, you rotten piece of bread, I don't give a flying fuck about what some rando thinks about me. Words to the wise, if the behaviour of a total stranger on the internet has this effect on you, it's a good indicator for you to put your phone away, get outside and touch some grass.

I don't owe your whiny ass any kind of explanation or even justification but you know, I feel generous today ✌🏻 There are enough brilliant, well written posts about participating in fandom after the Gaiman allegations came out (which was like idk last spring btw.)

To break it down to the basics: Neil Gaiman co-wrote the Good Omens book (and no, there is no denial that he wrote it, however little part it might that have been) and was involved with the TV show.

But - and now better take a seat - fandom is not the same as the book/TV show. Mindblowing, I know! What we do in this fandom with these characters is our own work, our own creation. Neil Gaiman is not involved in this process, nor does he profit from it. It is possible to access the original work without supporting him, financially or morally.

I can acknowledge that he is a horrible person, I do support the victims and at the same time I can find comfort among the creative, reflected, and empathetic people of this fandom, which NG isn't part of!

(On a personal note: I 100% stand with the victims, and I hope NG will die in jail. If a proper investigation leads to a cancellation of Good Omens, so be it. Maybe that's what should have happened anyway.)

As key words for you to broaden your horizon , I suggest "separating art from artist" and "dialectic thinking".

And finally, a warm suggestion: Just block me. I couldn't be bothered about who unfollows or blocks me anyway, but if your online experience is more positive without my presence on your dash, feel free to let go. 🫶

I'm gonna look at some good omens fanart now.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 6

It's Wednesday, you know what that means! After spending so much time writing for Carry Your Heart this week, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get a long enough segment of this completed to share. Especially since I had a busy weekend. But here we are with 1.3k more words!

Time for the explanations to start.

First, Previous

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Danny slapped his hand over his face. “Jazz!” he hissed. He looked over, hoping Robin could help him. Only to realize he had rushed over to Alfred to give him a hug. “Great,” he muttered. “Everything is fine!” Danny tried to assure the room as he let his transformation flow over him.

The shouted questions just got louder and Jazz shifted to more completely block Danny from view.

“Jazz!” Danny tried again. “Lower your weapon! They’re safe!”

“Mom and Dad were supposed to be safe, too!”

Danny sighed. Then he ducked under her arm, using a mix of martial arts training from Pandora and intangibility to prevent her from stopping him. Ignoring the Waynes, he turned his back to them to face his sister. Robin could explain things to them if he wanted. “Jazz, it’s okay. They’re in almost as much danger from the Guys in White as I am.” He put his hands over hers and found the button to disarm her staff.

At least one person behind him demanded he explain what he meant by that, but Danny just looked Jazz in the eyes as he removed the staff handle from her hands.

She let him take it an narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean.”

Danny gave her his biggest shit-eating grin. “Congrats on the second dead boyfriend. I like this one much more than the first. Goes well with the dead brother.”

“Second…” Jazz’s voice trailed off as she looked over the people behind him. It was getting harder to ignore their shouted questions and demands for explanations. “Jason was the second Robin.”

“Yep,” agreed Danny. “And something went wrong when he was brought back to life. He ended up split in two and haunted by his own ghost.”

“Why couldn’t I see him? Or sense him?”

“He was that weak. I gave him some of my ectoplasm to strengthen him which is why he’s visible now.”

“Okay. Okay. So, what next?”

“Now I apologize to Jason and petition a founding member of the Justice League for assistance for my people.” Before Jazz could ask the questions she clearly wanted to at the last half of his sentence, Danny turned around and faced the Waynes.

Nearly all of them were facing Danny and Jazz in fighting stances. Damian had gotten a sword from somewhere and looked like he was half a second from rushing them. Bruce’s expression was blank, but his fists were clenched and he was glaring at Danny. Though his eyes kept flicking to Robin who had stopped hugging Alfred and was settled on Barbara’s lap signing to Dick and Alfred. Cass was paying more attention to them than Danny and Jazz.

But Danny didn’t really care about any of them. He sought out Jason who was pressed against the wall staring at Robin with wide eyes, a gun held loosely in his hand. “Jazz, feel free to share anything. Bruce is Batman. I’m gonna talk to your boyfriend for a moment.”

“How did you find that out?” demanded Bruce who moved to block Danny’s way.

At the same time, Jason fell into a defensive stance and held up the gun properly. “Don’t come closer!”

Danny cocked his head and looked at the gun. With barely a thought, he froze the trigger mechanism so it couldn’t shoot while sending out calm, safe, no harm pulses from his core. He trilled a I come in peace for good measure. To Bruce, he said, “Robin told me.” But then he realized there was more than one Robin present. “Not… Damian? The dead one.”

He realized that was an awful way to phrase it even as Jazz hissed his name in reproach. Even Robin facepalmed at his statement.

Bruce barely twitched. “Who are you?” he demanded, voice low and threatening.

“Right, okay, that’s a fair question. So I haven’t lied about who I am. Or much of anything tonight, really. I’m Danny. I was born Danny Fenton until my parents decided they were not okay having a half-dead son and tried to fix me. I escaped and now I respect their wishes by not using their last name. I did die when I was fourteen and became a vigilante in our home town keeping humans safe from ghosts and ghosts safe from humans. I was able to broker a semi-permanent peace on the ghostly side a few years ago and retired from vigilantism. But now I’m basically the liaison between the living realms and the Infinite Realms. Which means I need to talk to your son. So we’ll continue this after I do.”

“I will not allow you near Jason until you explain everything.” Bruce stood even taller and tried to loom over Danny.

“It’s his medical information. I’ll explain what I can to him and he can choose what to share with you. Besides, I’m a ghost. You really can’t stop me.” He strengthened the peace, no harm, calm vibes he was sending out. Bruce was liminal enough he should be able to feel them. “You know I’m telling the truth. You’ve died and there are no secrets among the dead.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Damian lower his sword.

“What are you doing?” demanded Bruce who didn’t relax at all.

“Later,” insisted Danny. This was pointless. He needed to talk to Jason and delaying wasn’t going to help any of them. Turning intangible, he walked around Bruce whose arms went right through him. As did Tim’s follow-up attacks.

“What are you doing?” yelled Tim as he tried to restrain Danny.

“Trying to talk to your brother,” replied Danny. “You should let me do it.” And then he was before Jason.

The calming pulses from his core had calmed his sister’s boyfriend down somewhat. The gun was now pointed at the ground and his hand wasn’t on the trigger anymore. Not that it would’ve fired anyway, but Jason didn’t know that.

“I’m sorry.” He heard Jazz yelling at Tim and Bruce and starting her own explanations and happily let her handle her boyfriend’s family. To Jason, he continued, “I knew Clockwork was hiding something from me about you and Jazz, but I let myself get distracted and put off visiting you. I don’t know everything that happened to you or how or why you’ve been split in two, but I can help. However you want. I promise to explain everything I do know tonight. Once we get somewhere private. Do you want Jazz there, too? I’d recommend it since she’s better at explaining things than me, but it’s your choice.”

“What are you? What is that?” Jason pointed to Robin with a shaking hand.

Danny smiled sadly. “You know who he is. He’s you. Whatever brought you back to life did a fucking awful job of it. Being split in two like this isn’t good for you and I say that from experience. Now, I can keep answering your questions here in full hearing of every single member of your family, or we can wait until later. I promise no more harm will come to you.”

“He’s been there the whole time?”

“He’s been there the whole time,” confirmed Danny. “Waiting a few hours won’t change a single thing.”

Jason nodded once and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and as he did so seemed to stand up taller. When he opened his eyes again, he no longer looked to be on the verge of attack. He even clicked the safety of his gun back on and put it away. “Now, I do have one question,” he said.

“Anything.”

“What was that you meant about me being Jazz’s second dead boyfriend?”

Over his surprised laughter, he heard Jazz’s groan from across the hall. Yeah, he really did like Jason more than Johnny.

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Next

Danny is setting himself up to be interrogated by the entire batclan. He has no idea what he's about to face. I wanted to get more into everyone's reactions, but that'll come in the next parts.

Unrelated to this fic, I'm glad you all enjoyed I'll Carry Your Heart! I did feel a little guilty with the comments/tags on part 2 talking about how sweet and fluffy it was only to twist all of that in part 3. It was a lot of fun to write and I can't wait to get back to it.

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[duha54]

Atsumu x Reader who goes through art block

warnings: fluff , him being clueless , feminine pronouns used ,964 words

You stared blankly at your computer screen . Your face maybe do arbor a neutral face ... However , internally , you were having a civil war going on . "AGAIN ! Why does it happen so often ?! Why you and nobody else !" You let out a frustrated groan as you grip tightly your hair . "No ! Stop thinking and start drawing ! " Hoping that maybe something ... Anything may come to you this way . "Art block sucks ! "

During this time ... :

" Samu ! PLLEEEAASSE ! - What have you done this time ? - Nothing, I swear ! - Then why do you call me ? - I dunno !! - Wha- - She's been avoiding me the hole day ! She didn't even respond to my millions of calls. And even my texts ! She always responds to my text ! - 'K . - That's all you got to say ? "K" ?! MY LOVE LIFE IS ABOUT TO END !!!!!! - You're dramatizing it. Even if she got at least a thousand reason to break up with ya . But I know her and she's in love with ya . Maybe she's simply going through a rough time ? - You sure ? -What are you even doing on line ? Go help you idiot or don't be surprised if she decided to break up . - OK ! YEAH ! I'm going ! "

And he hung up ... Before picking it up again :

" What ? Shouldn't ya go rescue your dear demoiselle in distress ? -Cool nickname ! Maybe I should use it later ... That ain't the point ! - WHAT . AGAIN . -WhatamIsupposedtodo ? Howtocomfortawomen ? -NOT EVERYTHING IN ONE BREATH . - OK. (take a deep breath) What am I even supposed to do ? - Congrats .You're discovering what it is to be an human empath . - It's not the time for it ! Mock me as much as you want to but now I need ... -You need what ? I don't hear ya ~ - I need help . NOW . -You owe me a whole package of pudding ... And onigiris . - I can buy you 3 if you want but HURRY !!! - So here's what you gotta do ...

Here you are ,still at your desk . Still trying to get something done ,.At least a little draft ,with no success . You glance at the four coffee mug across your workspace . What could you do ? How to find inspiration again ? A soft knock at your door interrupts your thoughts , bringing you back to the real world . A very welcome distraction from your inability to create . The door cracked open revealing a hesitant Atsumu ?! What happened to him ? Was he ok ? Did something happened ? Usually , he crawls into your arms the second he see you . He walked slowly towards you . His bright chocolate eyes looking at you in an even more caring way than usual . He grabbed gently your hands and brought them to his lips to press on them a slow, not moist at all and deep kiss . He didn't let go of your hands and instead look at you directly in your eyes .

" Sweetheart ? Please answer me ... " You tilted your head , waiting for him to finish his sentence . "Have I done something stupid again ? Did I spend too much time training ? Or is it the fangirls ? Do they bother you ? I'll tell them to stay as far as possible . So please. Don't be mad at me ... I'll behave. I promise ! -Oh ... Was that what was going through your head ? " Poor baby gave you a small nod in response .

You couldn't help but give him a big hug . Rubbing his gigantic back

."I'm not mad ! What did even makes you think that ? - You didn't respond to neither my calls or my texts . Plus, you've been avoiding me the whole day . Do you still love me ? - Of course I love you, silly ! And I wasn't avoiding you ... I was just caught in my thoughts. You know, sometimes art block hits me that hard. - So you were just having an art block ?! That's all ? - Yeah , it's all . - That don't mean it's great ! Art blocks hurt you ! I just mean that I prefer you having that than you to be mad at me . Don't worry anymore ! Your handsome and strong partner will solve all of your problems ! -So what's your plan ? My "handsome and strong partner " ? -Still got to think about that ! -How can you say that so confidently ? - How about we cuddle , binge-watch Haikyuu and order some take-out at Samu's restaurant ? -Sounds pretty good . - Aaaand ... It doesn't end here ! I'll make us some hot chocolate ! I think you drank enough coffee like that . - Right ... "

You both peeked at all the empty cups . Before locking eyes again . As Atsumu made the chocolates for both of you , you stood behind him hugging tightly his waist. Also you couldn't hold your laughter . Since he consider that as cooking , he insisted on wearing an apron . Fortunately ( for you ) the only one available is yours .The cutest and the most girly apron on earth . With it's hello kitty pattern wich fits perfectly with the pinks froufrou on it . It matched perfectly his masculine and virile figure . And this visibly blind guy is proud of it ! After all, who are you to decide what he should wear ? It's a pity that your phone was running out of battery . There would be other opportunities .

For now , you just melt in his embrace ,his warm body, his sweet cologne, this moment .

The rest of the evening went as planned . Until you felt a weight on your tights . A tender smile made his way until your ears as you found out what or who it was ... Not your cats , for once but your big golden retriever s/o named Miya Atsumu .

Maybe that the best solution for now is to rest ? Maybe you should focus on other important things like school ,hanging out , you're S/O ?

Did this child just accidentally taught you a lesson ?

You kept smiling as you felt yourself getting drowsier... And you joined him into a deep slumber .

Hi ! （￣︶￣）Hope you all liked it . All of us artist do go (some more often than other ) go through that . And it is completely normal . It maybe do hurt but it is part of the process . And don't worry it'll soon vanish away and your art will be even better than before ! I'm sure of it ! Just make sure to eat/drink enough , to exercise even a little bit and to GET SOME SLEEP ! SERIOUSLY !!!!

And please , please , please ! Sends me some request to keep my motivation for writing high . Btw, as English isn't my first language, I'm looking for someone who could read my fic and inform me abt any mistakes even the smallest one. Or to tell me on what I should improve in my writing, what I could've rephrased. Any critique is welcome !

Anyway, hope you enjoyed !

here if you want to check it out: masterlist ♡ | blog info/rules

Bye !! o(*￣︶￣*)o

[exorcqism]

hi!! i just read your intro and first can i just say, ayyyyy brooklyn and congrats on graduating!!!

for my request, it’s for our good boi choso. how would he react to falling in love with someone who previously had a bf who died during shibuya? 👀 (like, this first love but y/n’s second)

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘”

: ̗̀➛ SENSITIVE CONTENT!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, no nasty stuff. all fluff or the regular stuff. mature themes (attempted su*cide, depression, etc. if these said topics trigger you, please do not continue reading.) not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.7K

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; hii wtw and thank you. and ykw this a good ass plot. reblog to support meeee and if you want more :D

red arrows ripped through the flesh of the non-sorcerers. their blood splattering all over the ground and whatever wall it could touch. it was hell. the average human wouldn’t even be able to process what it was like to be in the midst of the shibuya incident. and the survivors of shibuya…their stories were different.

a traumatic event. tears were shed as much as blood had been. memories flooded back into the mind of the blinded and they were set free from what they feared, vowing to protect what was valuable to them.

feeling like a monster, they stumble away. how could you hurt what you should’ve protected? the answers were impossible to find. they wanted change. they wanted to be released from such shackles that held them down.

dawn. you’re awake early. you glance around to find your partner but you immediately sigh. the sad feelings starting to rush into your head and you burst into tears. during the shibuya incident, your boyfriend had died. he promised that he’d come home after he ran a few errands but he never returned. that’s when you heard about the deaths. your heart sank and you felt sick. you couldn’t even place a finger on who could’ve done something as cruel as this.

you crawl out of bed and stagger into the bathroom, doing your hygiene. showering, cleaning your teeth, brushing your hair and throwing it into a messy bun. you had errands to run yourself so you’d put on something simple. a white shirt with baby blue hoodie on top with some grey cargos and a pair of high top dunks that matched your hoodie.

you make your way back into the bathroom and gave yourself some eye drops to remove the red from your eyes after crying for hours on end. you then put on some eyeliner. you decided to attempt to make yourself look presentable rather than depressed when you left your cozy apartment.

you’d apply lotion to your face so it wasn’t dry and ashy when the gentle winds that blew outside would pick up hit your face. you even put on lip gloss. you force a smile on your face and remind yourself that everything would be okay.

in town, it’s awkward being outside again. though, it looks like some people have recovered from the incident and healed from their emotional scars, you knew that was impossible for you at the moment. and you knew they were all putting on acts for the public. you wanted to grimace but you didn’t have the time to be angry.

you were walking into you bumped into someone. it was an accident, so you immediately apologized. when you looked up at them, you noticed it was a male who might’ve stood at the height of maybe 5’11 or even 6 feet. you quickly examined him.

‘purple eyes. brown hair…tied back into two fluffy ponytails. a black line across his nose. bored expression. is he sleep deprived? what is all that stuff around his eyes?’ you thought. after the two of you exchanged a couple words apologizing, you quickly scurried off. something about him made you suspicious. it was odd.

choso watched as you walked off, having an odd feeling in his chest. ‘what the hell is this?’ he wanted that feeling to die. to go away. but the longer he watched you leave, it just wouldn’t go. he shoved his hands into his pockets, sinking his bottom lip into his mouth and gently biting down.

pathetic.

he didn’t even know you, yet he was taking some kind of interest in you. you were a human. why should he take an interest in the likes of you? he didn’t know why himself. the half cursed spirit would stop his staring and pull himself back into reality, walking away to process what he had been thinking of.

it was becoming odd now. as the days go by, you seemed to keep seeing the spirit everywhere. even in your dreams. you couldn’t say that you were being followed though. you pinned it in the back of your mind as a coincidence. a coincidence that the random male you bumped into accidentally where everywhere you treaded your feet upon.

what was the next move? confrontation? talking to him? him talking to you? what would you even say to him? nothing? good answer. because that’s exactly what you were gonna do.

you were about to return to your lonely but cozy apartment. you’ve done what you had to do for the day and you were tired, eager to get some sleep even if it was only early in the afternoon.

the light turned white, registering that pedestrians could bypass the crosswalk while cars were forced to stop for you. as you began to walk, you weren’t aware of the car that was still speeding down the street. the second you stepped down onto the asphalt, you were immediately pulled back and the metal body zoomed past you. you were sure that it grazed you just a bit.

you turned and looked up to see that same man again. he was holding your wrist a bit tight but soon enough he let go of you. a breath escaped you as your heart pumped rapidly after almost dying.

“i…thanks,” you say after you were to catch your breath. choso was quiet. he’d shove his hands back into his pocket before mumbling something.

“are you hurt?”

his voice was deep. it was a voice that could shake the ground if he spoke any louder. you just looked at him. you didn’t know what to say. but you couldn’t just leave him there in awkward silence.

“i’m okay…” you mutter, “..thank you again.”

you didn’t know why but your heart was racing. you felt like you’d pass out right there if you didn’t calm down. you weren’t scared of the fact that you were almost killed by a car anymore.

it was him. you couldn’t put your finger on it. he had an effect on you and you didn’t even know his name. what were you thinking? you didn’t know.

“behave…” choso mumbled to himself, holding onto a chess piece, which ended up snapping in half after applying too much pressure against it between his thumb and two fingers. the pieces fell onto the floor and his tired eyes lowered.

“shit…”

you were driving him crazy. keeping him up late. throwing him off of his work. what the hell was so special about you that you were messing him up this badly?

he should’ve been asking himself this when he asked for your phone number when you bumped into each other for the umpteenth time now. you should’ve been asking yourself the same question also. he was in your dreams.

a man you didn’t know was in your dreams. in those dreams, you touched him. kissed him. held him. you never imagined that you’d do such a thing with a mystery man. well, you’ve known him long enough now. you could practically say you were acquaintances. those random coincidences turned into something that happened for months.

maybe you missed your boyfriend. there wasn’t anything wrong with that. you lost the man you loved the most above anyone else. the memories you had with him was colliding with the image of choso in his place.

it made him look perfect to you. choso was something you needed…no. not yet. not ever. you can’t do that. your dreams were setting you up for failure. you didn’t want anyone else but your deceased partner…but you knew he couldn’t come back.

you stared at the text from choso, asking you if you were okay with eyes filled with tears. the salty puddles slid from the corners of your eyes and fell onto your screen. you weren’t okay. you weren’t okay at all. the world was overwhelming you. why was this higher power yelling in your ear telling you to let go and feel the pleasure of another? someone that wasn’t yours.

the dreams. that’s what it was. they were causing you so much pain and you hated it. the voices in your head were telling you so many things that you just wanted it all to go quiet.

the bathtub was full and you say there, fully clothed, letting the water that was slowly stained with your blood consume you. your eyes closed and tears were forming in your eyes. you were feeling so much at once that it hurt.

ding.

an interruption.

your eyes flicker open and your irises travel down to the bathroom door, which was open, showing off your hallway. you climbed out of the bathtub, feeling weak and sore.

the doorbell rang again and it made your eye twitch. you quickly dried yourself off and changed into some new clothes then dragged yourself to the front door. you opened it and saw him again. the two of you made eye contact. you were feeling embarrassed, knowing you were just about to remove yourself from the land of the living a few moments ago.

“you’re bleeding,” choso begins, taking your hand gently and lifting your arm to scan for any more injuries. he seemed concerned, despite his facial expression and his deadpanned tone. you were about to snatch your hand away but you needed this. maybe you did need him.

“what happened?”

“nothing-” you answered, choking back on your words, trying not to cry, “nothing happened, i’m okay. i must’ve accidentally cut myself on something.” you add, trying to smile. but choso wasn’t taking that. he’d pull you into a hug. it made you feel like you had to confess everything to him. your emotions were overriding your original intentions. you felt like you were betraying yourself in some way.

“you’re not okay.” choso said. “tell me.”

his gentle but rough voice broke you. you finally put your arms around the 5’11 male and bursted into tears, confessing everything. shibuya, the fact that you lost your boyfriend, what you felt when you met him, the dreams, what happened moments ago. words spilled out of you like water in a shattered glass.

choso pressed your head against his chest, his hand holding the back of your head as he held you close. he comforted you with his words and soothing voice. he made you think everything would truly be okay.

your throat began to get sore with all your crying and your body felt exhausted. the second your eyes closed, you fell asleep in his arms. he was a bit surprised himself but he continued to hold you. he’d carry you to your couch, gently placing you down so you could sleep and adding a kiss on your cheek.

“dream of nothing but paradise and blue skies...”

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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[capyclara]

op congrats on the beautiful art style!! thanks for sharing your art with us. can i ask what kind of art program you use? the way you paint on it is sooooo lovely!!

GASP my first ask what an honor!!! thank you so much i appreciate it ^^

i use procreate with oil simulation brushes! i combined two small free packs but i cannot for the LIFE of me find the other one, luckily most free oil packs do the trick, as long as they have the color mixing wet setting on. link to the free pack: https://ittaimanero.gumroad.com/l/FREEThickPaint

i pretty much only use 3 on rotation (one for blocking one for general one for fine detail), and the flat brush from the free bundle is great for blocking out textured backgrounds:

this is WAY more info than you asked for but i love these brushes lmao. theres a bit of a learning curve but it's so so worth it

i hope this helps!!! thank u again anon <3

[ellouchi]

maybe this is problaly the stupiest thing i'll be asking and it is okay if you absulately refuse to answer this, absulately no pressure!

So uh, how do i cope with seeing tulpar crew art espacially happy ones that doesn't include jimmy, often because the artist is too uncomfortable with engaging his character

like i get it, i respect their decision however it still pains me so bad.. those type of artworks becomes a constant reminder that, people will only view jimmy as this super mega evil oppressor tyrant causing nobody wanting to acually explore his character and he doesn't deserve to be free from his own trauma, he deserves to suffer by it like a karmic punishment

And sometimes, those happy mw crew artworks without jimmy, blow up gets like thousands of likes and encourgement, and it feesl hurtful to a point of tears. like it like a knife stabbed to chest... There is so many words to describe but i want to stop i think i embressed myself enough..

i know i should get over it. i should learn to move on, but i can't help it, it's just agonizing it feels lonely..and trapping..

i am sorry. please as i said in begining you don't have to answer this, i just wanted a place get these feelings out of my chest

i apologize if i sounded really foolish, you can delete this from your inbox

Have a nice day, ♥️

Anon my dear, I've been unreasonably hostile towards the most inoffensive things ever since I was a pre-teen an even now in my adulthood, what you feel is quite normal. You're are not stupid, immature or wrong, you are a human. It's unfortunate, but a lot of things impact how we perceive things and how we end up feeling about them.

Truth to be told, I relate to your issues. I severely dislike art that features Jimmy getting abused in any way (unless it's for fetish reasons because I'm fucked up like that). I don't like when he's made fun in a degrading way (again, unless I know for a fact that the author actually likes Jimmy). And when I see "crew art" without Jimmy or with his model, his face obscured, or drawn dead, I roll my eyes, especially if it's captioned with something like "everyone here except for j*mmy he should eat cement lol" like hooray congrats you've just earned a prize of high moral.

How to cope with your reactions, feeling and emotions....well there is no solid solution out there without any sacrifices. From your words I've gathered that you really do like and care about Jimmy for your own reasons, I won't speculate what they are. I advise you to focus on Jimmy, block blogs which are heavy on hate for him, and seek out blogs which favour him. That's what I do, instead of getting continuously hurt by what I see and read. Good things aren't always popular, widely known or even accepted by the general public. It's in your hands to leave likes, reblogs, comments and tags for the art you love because otherwise it won't exist. If Jimmy lovers didn't push for him, he wouldn't even be talked about. People are slowly coming around to tolerate him and even like him, so it's not all that bad.

I hope you find a way to enjoy staying in mw fandom. Try to distance yourself from it when you feel overwhelmed or try to switch to something which definitely will bring you positive emotions. I hope my words made sense, stay safe anon~ 💖💖💖

[finniestoncrane]

Heyo finnie!! Congrats on 1500 I'm so proud of you! I hope you have fun with this event and don't burn yourself out! You deserve nothing but the best! 💚💚

Anywho, I'm here for a blind date..., I've never been on one before but always been interested lol.

So...I know you already know like probably WAY TOO MUCH about me (more than you cared to EVER know lmao)and we're kinda similar hehe BUT I'm gonna try and describe myself for you anyhow lol

I'm a 24 year old woman who is often described as thoughtful, wise, and genuine. If I'm not writing, I'm drawing or vice versa. I'm usually creating or working on something! My interests often vary but they're usually centered around cartoons and comics! I love video games even though depending on the console I'm shit at them but enjoy the concepts and art that goes into them nonetheless! Basically I'm a socially anxious mess of a nerd that's trying her best lmao.

Hope this is decent enough that was really hard🥴😂

💜 blind date 💜 the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: there were so many options i could have picked from ri but i knew in my heart EXACTLY who to send you on a date with💚

"Hello, and welcome to the Vill-Inn! Your date has been here getting things ready. I hope you weren't in the mood for soda and burgers, because he's ordered tiny sandwiches and a pot of tea for the table..."

As you approach your table, your date stands up and takes off his top hat, holding it in both hands in front of him nervously as he introduces himself.

"It's so wonderful to meet you! I'm Jervis."

You can tell he's impressed that he's made it through the whole sentence without stammering, and it's hard not to offer him a warm smile in return for his charming grin, punctuated by his protruding overbite.

He's quick to try and get to know you, but equally forthcoming about himself. And he mentions repeatedly how nice it is to have someone who is so polite and attentive, willing to give him so much attention.

Jervis is also extremely interested in your writing and art, especially taken by how creative you are. Like you have invented worlds to escape into on a whim.

"Why, you could have created as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

And when you broach the subject of Lewis Carroll, he's entranced by your knowledge, how much you know, how bright your eyes are when you talk about it. Which by the way, don't think he hasn't noticed your blonde hair and blue eyes. You'd make a wonderful Alice, truly. And though he wants to compliment you, he really is struggling to find the words.

"You do look marvellous, my dear. But I'm finding it difficult to put it into words. I think I could, if only I knew how to begin."

When you blush at his words, so poetic, so charming, he's completely besotted. Shy, unaware of how magnificent you are? It would be very easy for him to swoop in and claim you as his own.

For what feels like forever, he listens, eyes wide and holding his chest, as your tell him about your love of comics, games, and cartoons. Wonderous, joyous hobbies, escapism with whimsy, something he is familiar with himself.

The wait staff interrupt you though, and you realise that they're cleaning up around you. You wonder how long you've been talking, commenting on how it feels like only a moment you've spent with him. It's silly, but you tell him you hope that you haven't talked too much, or wasted the time to get to know him more as he was listening to you.

"If you knew time as well as I do, or how deeply intrigued by you I am, then you wouldn't talk about wasting it."

[happysecrets]

AmyAnna Soto, an artist, author, poet, dream interpreter, advocate for mental health, small business owner, and mother, sits on a zoom call from in her living room me in early February of 2023. She shares her past, present and future as an artist, and explains process that has gone into transforming her emotional art into a small business. Her preferred medium is acrylics and her genre is abstract art. These works can make you feel different emotions while your eyes dart from one swirl to the next, as the colors transition from one to the other.

She began her art journey in 2011 after simply needing to get her emotions out somehow.

Q: What made you stick to this style of art?

A: “it gets my emotions out onto the painting instead of worrying about the lines and perfection. I can just let it flow through me and on to the canvas”

One of the unique qualities in her paintings is that you can turn the picture upside down and there is still an image you can find. She explains “one is a woman facing the wind she's walking toward the wind but if you turn is upside down you can see a unicorn eating, standing in a river. “I'm left handed plus everything [her art] looks better upside down”

For the next 7 years she would keep painting until 2018 when she began a small art business with her son showing up at pop-up events between Modesto and Turlock.

Above is one of her largest pieces to date standing at 48x60 inches

Q What was the first project that made you want to continue doing art?

A: AmyAnna was inspired to take her art to the next level when she came across Cricket's Hope in 2018, a local organization that raises money for children who have been affected by trauma. They have an annual fund raiser selling art by local artists who drew inspiration from the children's own work.

Below is an image the day her 36x48 inch paint pour sold at auction to Cricket's Hope. This organization has a fund raiser each year where they team with local artists to create pieces inspired by the drawings of the children.

Q: Why do you do what you do?

A: She explains to me how she truly feels called to help others through her new practice of Somatic Mindful Guided Imagery ®. It's a modality of healing that is drawn from the self, and she is the guide. It is important to note that she began her journey completely for her self as a way to recognize and process her emotions, and has since been able to transform her healing into a safe place for others to heal. Her services are available to anyone and everyone who is looking to overcome any blocks you may find your self facing. AmyAnna also hopes to receive a grant from the county to be able to host a interactive group session that is free to the public. (At the time of this interview the grant was pending. I am excited to announce that the grant has been approved and the group sessions are well under way) Congrats AmyAnna!

As a new business owner she offers a free consultation. You can find out more about her unique practice's on her website. She is also currently working on memoir which she says is "NOT a survivor story. The community can not wait to see what else she comes up with and we are very proud of her!

[elleenvs3000f23]

Week 4: Art as an act of love - Why we interpret nature through art

When I think of interpreting art or the gift of beauty I think of a moment from two summers ago when I was working as a field biologist. The task of the day was an anuran survey. We were at the site after dark, listening for frogs and toads. I love frogs and toads, truly, but I wouldn’t personally call many many dozens of spring peepers calling beautiful (picture many many small angry cats yelling at each other). No, the beautiful thing was on the walk back when the whole forest lit up with fireflies; thousands of glowing bugs floating down the trail in a forest dense enough to block out most of the ambient light. It was like standing in a crystal clear night sky; my two co-workers and I silently agreed to turn off our headlamps and just stand there for a while. 

I share that story because I think it captures how I feel beauty and art should be interpreted. I didn’t need to be told fireflies are beautiful, I didn’t need to understand the biochemistry that lets them light-up or why they seem to love this random wooded area behind a train station, but I never would have been there in that moment if I wasn’t a biologist with a miraculous stroke of luck. To be clear, please don’t go hiking through private property at night looking for fireflies, it's unsafe and you're more likely to just get lost and mosquito bitten half to death. My point is that I was in the right place at the right time and magic happened, and as interpreters, I think we can let nature speak for itself in the beauty department if we only get our guests there at the right place and time. 

These moments are rare and lightning doesn’t reliably hit twice so we can also share these events through art and stories. You felt a little calmer when you read about the fireflies right? You have an image in your head about what I might have seen and really, that image could be just as beautiful as the one that lives in my head. I’ve talked about my friend the photographer on this blog before as well and I think that is another great way to share and interpret beauty. He has always had a talent for noticing little things, an a-symmetrical leaf, the pattern of plants in the grass, and he can highlight beauty in what he sees by taking a picture that lets others look through his eyes. 

Now, I couldn’t talk about art and beauty on a nature interpretation blog without talking about my personal favorite comfort media: Ghibli movies. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, congrats you have plans tonight: find your comfiest blanket and look up Spirited Away on Netflix, you can thank me later. Spirited Away shares the story of a young girl who accidentally travels to the spirit realm where she ends up working at a bathhouse full of nature spirits. The movie personifies rivers, radishes and ducks and almost every other thing you could find in a forest and brings them into a colorful world where they can be cleansed and relaxed. It’s an interesting metaphor for how pollution affects the natural world. Metaphors and personification aside, the film also has beautiful imagery of nature, with calm grassy fields, wide lakes and mysterious mossy forests. You don’t even have to step outside to be moved by Miyazaki’s interpretation of nature and to understand the messages about our responsibilities in caring for it. It’s my favorite example of how interpretation of nature through art can simplify complicated ideas into a single work and communicate them without lecture.

At its core, art is an act of love - it takes time and labor to create and can wordlessly communicate the artist's belief that something is special, and therefore worth appreciating, protecting and thinking about. I suppose my thesis in this post is that art captures and shares moments that are special, so we can connect with nature on an emotional level and build a sense of value through finding the beauty in a place.

Images from Spirited Away (2003)

[playingdeck05]

☆BLOG INTRO ☆

¡Welcome to my blog! Here all fruits are welcomed (especially manzanas ;D )

Hello I am Manzana and this is my main blog! The main purpose for this blog will be to post some miscellaneous writings and art I've created. My writings will be mostly Oc based however I am willing to produce Oc & y/n content ( just don't cross my boundaries listed below), other than that I am also interested in world building and Fantasy elements. Moving on!

☆Some info about me ( so you don't gotta ask)☆

- I am currently 17 as of May 2024

- In a long term relationship

- Genderfluid

- Demi ( romantic & sexual)

⚠️¡BOUNDARIES/BLOG WIDE CONTENT WARNINGS!⚠️

this blog is strictly teen and older as some themes in my creative work are not be suitable for younger audiences. Content warnings will be added to necessary posts.

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Content may include:

-Depictions/mentions of nudity with/with out implied sexual contexts

- general angst

- monsters/creatures

- Depictions/ mentions of violence

- Fantasy elements

- mental health discussions

- Depictions / mentions of romance

- fruits ( like the food category )

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Regarding my Oc's ( subject to change except for those highlighted red):

DO's:

- create stuff inspired by my ocs ( tag/ mention me so I can see 👀)

- cosplay ( pretty sure no one will do this but if it happens I'm cool with it 😎)

-roleplay as my ocs ( it's fine just don't let me see it + don't do rps that'll get you in trouble.)

- NSFW OF MY ADULT OCS ( unless requested not to + I can't stop the internet just don't let me see it )

- Head cannons! ( they're so fun just yk remember that they may not align with the cannon I've created)

- Y/n & oc content is allowed( compare all dos and don'ts to the work to ensure no boundaries are crossed)

DON'TS:

- NSFW OF MY UNDERAGE/ NON-ADULT OCS ( NO EXCEPTIONS/ DON'T BE A CREEP!)

- non con depicting/ mentioning my ocs

- extreme gore/violent content regarding my ocs ( cannon typical is okay )

- using my characters to promote harmful rhetoric / extremist views

- INVOLVING MY WORKS WITH AI ( THIS INCLUDES AI CHAT BOTS)

- my sona is me, I am still a minor, don't be weird abt them.

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Regarding me to you interactions:

- asks are encouraged however keep in mind I may not get to all of them ( they can be crazy just yk don't be writing insensitive things)

- fan art/ writings / things inspired by my work are greatly appreciated and encouraged ( please tag me so I can see 👀)

-Dms are allowed however please keep in mind I'm a stranger on the internet and not your irl friend so please use common sense/ decency when messaging me.

- if I suspect you're way to young to be interacting with my blog or send inappropriate Dms to me you will be blocked.

- similar to the last bullet point if I find your presence to be uncomfortable I will block you.

- please don't harass others within my blog space

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If you read all of that congrats 👏

I hope my blog interests you and encourages you to grow as an artist. That's all for now amazing people! I hope you enjoy your time here on this interesting earth

- Manzana

[st-hedge]

Im actually legit falling asleep so ill just confess and find out if I crossed a line in the morning if I find out you've blocked me; the Orange: even though your art is immaculate and breathtaking and wonderful and your characters are beautiful and striking and incredible, none of them seem to be... Attractive. Like I couldn't see myself going on a date-turned-one-night-stand with your stunning dark link redesign.

Its odd since they're so good but I have a wholly platonic appreciation for them.

Again, feel free to block and delete if this is weird.

Oh????? Dhdbfhhffb what u just very sleepily described to me is having a taste?? In the same way I'll say nier characters are attractive but I find none of them appealing to me personally. But congrats u have discovered u have ur own tastes and I commend that

[luna-writes-stuff]

hihi congrats on 1000 followers! may i request leo valdez with prompt #3 with a g/n reader? thank you sm!

Distracting Shots, Leo Valdez

Fanfic, gender neutral! reader

Fluff

Word count: 856

Tw: Not proofread. Mentions of combat. Description of using bow an arrow. Threats of shooting someone else, but it’s for fun?? That’s it??

Summary: When you finally have to agree on practicing bow and arrow tactics with Will, Leo comes to visit, doing his absolute best to distract you.

art: @sethkiel

“Try again, legs parted further. You’ll lose balance like this.” Will explained, returning the arrow you just shot from the training field.

You were going to spend the day with Leo, but he was still working on a project. Usually, you would have dragged him out of Bunker 9, but he seemed close to finishing the project, so you had left him alone for a while. Your plan was to find a place to sit and read, but Will found you, and - much to your annoyance - he helped you remember your training.

You had always fought with close-range weapons, but when the last quest demanded a distanced solution, you had asked Will to help you with it. Only problem was the fact that you never seemed to bring yourself to actually train. But now you had no choice.

“I think my stance is perfect.” You sighed inwardly.

His comments had been going on for an hour and a half now, and while you did appreciate the help, you grew annoyed with yourself for still not understanding how it worked.

“Try aiming for the poles instead of the target. Maybe you’ll hit it that way.” Will offered through a smirk.

You squinted your eyes at him, forming your lips in a thin line.

“You’re hilarious, Will.”

“You asked for my help.” He shook off, standing beside you as he pointed towards the spot you were supposed to hit.

With a deep breath, you grabbed the arrow, resting it on top of your fingers as you took aim. But, yet again, you missed the target by a long shot.

“At least you haven't killed anyone yet.” Another voice called, grabbing the arrow from the floor before Will could.

You rolled your eyes at his words, raising one hand in frustration.

“You’re going to be funny too?”

“Always.” Leo winked, handing the arrow to Will, who walked back to you.

“Can I shoot him?” You mumbled to the blond boy beside you.

“I’d give you permission, but you’d have to be able to actually hit something.” He answered, smiling at Leo, who seemed confused by the sudden whispering.

“I’ll show you.” You spoke confidently, taking aim once more, only now at Leo.

“Hey!” He yelped, running behind the target, taking cover. “Point it somewhere else!”

“Don’t worry. Even if I hit you, Will will patch you up,” You humored, taking a quick look at Will.

“Won’t you, Will?”

“Let’s not hit Leo.” He proposed, resting one hand on your arm as he forced you to lower the weapon.

“You can come out!” He called afterward, to which Leo resurfaced, a sarcastic scowl on his face. With two fingers, he pointed at his eyes, before aiming them at you.

You merely stuck your tongue out to him. With raised eyebrows, he repeated your gesture, though more childish than yours had been.

“Are you two done?” Will called, sighing at the behavior.

“Yes.” “Absolutely.” You exclaimed simultaneously.

“Good,” The blonde sighed, pointing towards the target again.

Trying to ignore Leo’s ugly faces, you aimed at the wooden structure once more. Inhaling sharply, you set your feet apart, trying to focus on the red dot. Yet, from the corner of your eyes, you could see Leo imitating your movements, which made you falter momentarily.

“Don’t look at him.” Will whispered.

“It’s difficult not to.” You scolded, doing your best to block Leo out.

“Stop moving!” The blonde yelled at the boy on the field. Leo let out an over-dramatic groan, throwing his arms up in boredom.

With a smile, you returned to the target, preparing to shoot again. When you released the arrow, it finally lodged in, though not directly in the middle. But it would have to do.

Out of victory, you looked at Leo with a smile. The boy, however, was running around with a concerned expression, as if he was chased by something. When he turned around to face you, one of his hands shot to his heart, as if he was shot. With a terrible imitation of a dying man, he fell to the ground, his eyes shut tightly as his tongue rolled out, his body limp.

You laughed at his actions, shaking your head lightly. Upon the sound, his head rose from the floor, a wide grin on his face. Clumsily standing up, he ran towards you, dusting the sand off on the way.

“You hit something!” He praised, wrapping you in a quick hug, spinning you around in his arms. When he stopped moving, he placed a firm kiss on top of your head, before parting from you.

“Now we can bother people!”

With an apologetic smile, you dropped the bow in your hand, waving at Will as Leo pulled you along with him.

“Thank you!” You called towards the blonde, who was already walking up to his own boyfriend, who had been waiting for him.

“Who should we bully first?” Leo asked, ignoring your thanks to Will.

“What about Piper?” You offered.

Leo stopped moving at those words, his hand still in yours. He slowly turned to you, a huge smile on his face.

“Perfect.”

[foxilayde]

Good morning/night Danny I hope you're doing well! Congratulations on hitting a follower milestone, this shipping event is so kind of you to do, and I can't wait to see all the writing you have in store for us in the future.

I am tall vegetarian w dark curls and green-ish kinda scary looking doll eyes hahaha (they look like 👁️👁️). I would say I'm a very loving, sensitive, loyal and individualistic person and I really want to make people feel happy and like they can talk to me. I love hearing people talk about their interests. My fave things to do are watch movies, play video games, talk to my friends, travel, drink, play with my aquabeads, make people laugh, shop for free people, volunteer and bake Betty Crocker mix cakes LOL.

I study English lit and my favorite stuff to read is Medieval stories and poems. I love horror, it's my favorite genre of movies, shows, games and watching a horror movie is usually comforting to me. I love movies in general and I could talk about them for hours on end. I also love plays and musicals. My favorite thing to do with someone would be to watch a movie, play or musical with them, especially if they picked it. I'm also a night owl.

My top kink is probably breeding cuz the idea of being "claimed" makes me absolutely feral. I'm also a sub. Tell me what to do and you bet I'll do it.

Hahaha sorry this is a lot. Thank you very much!! Congrats again!

Ahahahahhaaaa!!! Wether you like it or NOT your ship is with OTTR!LETO!!!! (my own Frankenstein creation. No objections allowed.) But a subservient little thing like you?? With great taste in art?? You're done for.

He's a tough customer. A rough customer. A customer who will put all the employees to the wall. But he's YOURS.

You meet at an open house showing in L.A. You go to these things from time to time for the free champagne and the freedom it gives you to pretend you live a different life. You buy a dress you can't afford on Rodeo Dr. And you park your Civic a few blocks away for good measure.

At this particular showing in Venice Hills you're standing in the backyard, admiring the sunset, and when you turn around- you run into a man in a dark black tailored ensemble. Cut to form, toe to tip; chain as gold as his skin.

"Hi, sorry" you breathe out, intimidated by his presence.

You don't hear what he has to say in return, hurrying inside and up to the second floor.

While you're admiring the closet space of the master bedroom you turn again to find- him. Closer than he was the last time.

You mutter your apologies and make your way downstairs to the kitchen, where the free wine is pouring, and the avocado toast-ettes are being served.

He comes up behind you once again, and you swear it's on purpose.

So you boldly ask him, "what do you WANT?"

He chuckles behind a ringed fist, covering his mouth and says,

"allow me"

and tucks the tag of your borrowed dress into the top hem. where it was SUPPOSED to be. Christ.

"Thanks" you mutter through a mouth of avocado toast.

His smile is all but laughter, but he asks you with earnestness,

"You come to these things often?"

You decide to be honest with this man who is keeping your secrets.

"yes, actually. nearly every weekend."

"so? how does it compare?"

You're a bit taken aback, thinking that he might be messing with you. But it doesn't seem like he is...

"It's a very good house." you admit

"Ocean view" you say at the same time. You both laugh.

"my assistant... he scheduled me for this place. Didn't know if it was the right fit though...."

You nod. An assistant, huh? you chew on your toast.

"Let me buy it for you?" He asks, with adoration towards you.

"THE HOUSE?!" you've been propositioned on sugar daddy sites but this is somethi-

He laughs, "No, silly girl. The dress. Let me buy it for you. It suits you."

God, his smile is so captivating. So warm behind the beard.

"I don't know... I think I'll buy it myself. Seems pretty lucky."

He smiles at you adoringly.

"Then at the very least let me take you out to dinner, so you have somewhere to show it off."

You swallow your toast and acknowledge him with an admiring look,

"Alright then"

[rjalker]

[ID: A pride flag with horizontal stripes of: cyan, blue, white, purple, and cyan. End ID.]

If you missed it the first time around this was a pride flag in a dream I had about Fallout: New Vegas.

And you know what I’m pretty sure it’s a “”new”” version of the trans pride flag that people in the Mojave wasteland created independantly, and it specifically means trans in a “fuck you I hope you get eaten by a deathclaw” way to transmisics. It’s a symbol of solidarity and defiance, spitting in the face of anyone who tries to to control how people identify, whether they be cis or other trans people. (Yes, truscum and people who hate neopronouns, this is in fact about you. You’re just as bigoted as cis people. You being trans does not negate your bigotry towards other trans people.)

I assume they also used a different word than “trans”, but I don’t know what it was. 

If anyone’s unfamiliar with the Fallout series, Fallout: New Vegas is set in the post apocalyptic future of 2281.

Yes it’s a massive coincidance that the original trans flag even exists at all considering the timeline of the Fallout series, but IDC. The original pink, blue, and white trans pride flag was lost to the dust of history in the region for over two hundred years, found only in the memory of a few of the oldest ghouls, and seemed like it would stay that way...

Until an archaologist/historian named Wild Future unearthed a book about it, and started telling everyone who would listen, using shay skills with paint and fabric to create flags, patches, paintings, and other forms of art with it so shay could share it with the other trans people shay knew to raise awareness about their shared history. It’s proof that “trans” (or whatever they call themselves in 2281) have always existed, despite claims from assholes that it’s a new fad or a phase. 

Here’s the post about Wild :) And here’s a post with other fallout themed flags I’ve made

I guess it needs an official name, since, “go get eaten by a deathclaw” is a mouthful....

Anyways, if you’re trans and not a piece of shit exclusionist, not a truscum/transmed, not anti-MOGAI, not anti-xenogenders, not anti-neopronouns, not any other kind of bigot, and not on my DNI? Feel free to use for icons, headers, redbubble and ect designs, as long as you link back either to this post, the one about Wild, or the one with the other flags, so that other people can find the original.

also if it needs to be said, yes, when I say trans it inherently includes nonbinary people. Nonbinary people are just as trans as binary people. I’m pretty damn certain that people say we aren’t because there’s no set direction for us to transition in, so we aren’t seen as “really trans” because people equate being trans with transitioning 100%, and that’s absolute bullshit.

You don’t need to transition to be trans. You don’t need to be out to be trans. You do not have to do anything to be trans except not identify 100% with the gender you were assigned at birth. That’s it. If you aren’t 100% cis? You are trans, no matter what bigots have to say about it. Congrats. 

and yes I am gonna paint pins with this flag >:)

Feel free to suggest names!

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DNI:

Anti-MOGAI, anti-Queer, anti-Xenogenders, anti-Neopronouns, aphobes, panphobes, exclusionists incluidng mspec-lesbian/gay exclusionists, people who are “”neutral”” on “”ace discourse””, TERFs, transmeds, transphobes, anti-BLM, anti-endogenic systems, Trump supporters, porn blogs, MAPS/pro-shippers/anti-antis, zoophiles, people who let anyone reblog from them, and people who don’t care who they reblog from, bigots in general, people I have blocked, do not interact. You will be blocked.