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Sing Characters as Human: Ash Batalla
Everyone bow to the punk-rock princess of The New Moon Theatre, Ash.
#sing#sing 2#sing ash#punk rock princess#I'm serious Illumination I'm giving them all last names#and middle names too#for example ash's is gabriella#which happens to be the name of clay's sister#that was an accident but i'm not changing it#bisexual bilingual ash lives rent free in my head#moon theatre trio's big sister
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If you feel comfortable please tell me about your middle name in the tags too! I'm nosey and don't know what to do with my own middle name lmao
#polls#i've never posted a poll before but I've been thinking about this a lot lately bc I've always hated my middle name and like#if i'm already changing my name#may as well change my middle name too#i've been asking people irl but i'm running out of people to ask on account of I don't talk to people irl
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find another role, carry on the show
#EDIT IT DIDNT SAVE MY TAGS. hey so this post got a thousand notes huh. interesting. surely nothing will change#i'll leave all the old tags. for my thought process. and its kinda funny#take a bow stupid idiot (throws a tomato at them)#in stars and time#isat#siffrin#siffrin no middle names no last name ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧#... or is it. Smiles#i'd like to draw mira for her birthday but um (hasnt open artfight website in a few days) im scared.#also i have NICE ASKS TO ANSWER.... But im scared. give me a minute#Uawaaaaagh i drew this bc i was trying to animate a little bit but it just . Didnt look good. im not good ag 2d animation#tch. ill keep trying cause there ar e way too many songs that and now about isat because i have brain worms. i need amvs.#IM SCARED TO POST THINGS THAT ARE SPOILERY BECAUSE I WANT MY FRIENDS TO PLAY ISAT. BUT.#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#sasasap#sasasa:p#WHAT IS THE PROLOGUES TAG.#tshirt that says 'i <3 killing the image in the mirror and taking its place' on the fromt#and a list of megan thee stallions tour dates on the back. お金稼ぐ俺らはスター#Im kind of tempted to edit this to be the versiom with the eyes. or maybe twt can have that. or. well#all of my friends are on twt (trombone slide sfx) so maybe thats where i should worry about spoilers.#ill see if i want to slap an eyepatch on them in the morning#Im one of those people who was like idgaf about twohats (lets it simmer for a week) Oh my god. Oh my god. Ohmy god#EDIT. i swapped it out for the Eyes version it should be fine as long as its tagged formspoilers right...#ill post eyepatch vers on twt partly bc spoilers but also ppl over there can be .. annoying ..... ....#i fear i would get 800 You Forgot The Eyepatch replies. PLEASE JUST SEE MY VISION.#[BANGING MY HANDS ON THE GLASS] HIS HAND. LIKE IN THE PROLOGUE. WHEN THEYE. HANDS. HELD[EXPLOSION
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Cameron Awkward-Rich, from "Another Middle-Class Black Kid Tries to Name It" [transcript in ALT]
#q#lit#quotes#poetry#cameron awkward rich#another middle class black kid tries to name it#echoes of the other#this too sullied flesh#contemporary lit#m#x
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Toga: Someone who wanted to be happy
Uraraka: Someone who wanted to make others happy
And also,
Toga: Someone who wanted the world to be easier to live in
Uraraka: Someone who wanted to make the world easier to live in for others
#went back to their fight for 2 chapters and thought of this#toga wants to be able to smile and love as she does#toga wants a world thats easy to live in#uraraka wants to make the world easier to live in for others (her parents)#(and others [ex. midoriya ua speech; random fallen woman in moddle school; tsuyu when first moving to the dorms; etc]#spoilers#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#toga himiko#ochaco uraraka#tgck#himiko toga#URARAKA CALLS HER HIMIKO (HER FIRST NAME)#even though theyre enemies they were on a first-name basis in their last fight#uraraka wanted to let others live easy lives since she was children#she saw how tired her parents were. toga was tired too. but she hid it since it wasnt just physical fatigue#i feel like theyre just forcing deku ochaco ship down our throats#just the occasional random reminder [I love Deku] [We don't want to expose that secret] in the middle of these two girls fighting#like- dont forget about midoriya! hes the REAL one here!#come on. whyyy#*since she was a child (i said it wrong earlier)
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everyone says that leon is a cat person or a dog person and tbh I see it… but hear me out. leon as a guinea pig person, SPECIFICALLY RE2 leon. like that little white boy is laying down on the couch, knocked out, and there’s a cute little guinea pig that lowkey looks like him laying on his chest.
in a universe where the canon events never happened, he has 2 guinea pigs that he looks forward to when coming home so he can set them on the counter while he cooks. spends more money on high quality lettuce (and whatever veggies guinea pigs eat) than his own meals.
if someone hits him up about his guinea pigs?????? he will INFODUMP, go all 💡🤓👆 on the person he’s talking to ( if he gets a partner , this is his form of rizz or wtv). he WILL show pictures of his guinea pigs and you’re not sure what’s cuter, him or his pets. will talk to his guinea pigs about shit from work or a cute person he saw today.
his guinea pigs prolly look like these bad boys:
(and they’re both girls) (AND THEIR NAMES ARE PROBABLY SMN STUPID LIKE IDK buster and paper clip coz he thought one of them was a dude and the other idk he got lazy)
#leon kennedy#leon scott kennedy#resident evil#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy fluff#leon kennedy x y/n#fluff#leon s kennedy fluff#LEON KENNEDY IS A GUINEA PIG OWNER i scream from the rooftops#lowkey wanna write a drabble about this now#if you come across this and you fw it feel free to write a fic and pls tag me coz I wanna see too :3#leon kennedy re2#when I was in middle school I lied about owning a guinea pig who had the same name as my teacher and I don’t know why
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[on the cheating rumours regarding his involvement with the seperation between sally carrera and teammate montgomery "monty" mcqueen after their two years of engagement]
#pixar cars#cars#francesco bernoulli#f1 au#YEAH... context is that him and monty are teammates at ferrari for my f1 au 😁👍#do i need to say more. all three of them fuck! whatever whatever#oh to be a pro athlete in the late 2000s having an intimate homoerotic rivalry with your teammate#who you are into and who has a crazy gorgeous girlfriend. who youre into just as well and theyre both into you too#and the media goes crazzzyyyy#noone cares but im building this au brick by brick 😭🙏 one part of my brain focusing on jackson pursuing middle aged man yaoi#the other part is for whatever these three have#btw sorry for so insistantly calling lightning monty... at his grown age ill be referring to him by his government name#my art
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sorry, no art this week. just edits of fem!ford of varying quality. her name's andromeda. grauntie andy. and i love her
#originally inspired by this totally real tweet by alex hirsch (not pictured) -#''I always imagine that Ford realized she was a girl when she was in the portal and she just wasn't out to her family yet''#- a very real quote from Alex Hirsch's twitter account#anyways i got carried away editing and kind of fell in love with her that's why there's so many of them#i need a nerdy middle aged woman with glasses and a ponytail to save me#gravity falls#stanford pines#transfem ford#had a long list of names for her before choosing andromeda as her name (i think 'grauntie andy' as a nice ring to it)#and upon looking up the transfem ford tag i saw someone called her nicole which is funny since that was one of my first options too#same braincells and all
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al lsasints steret 🥺
i lvoe alll saints stereettttrahghghhhh
#guys help help help help hel#i feel like my fixations are tossing me around like im a ball#and also my sanity is the monkey in the middle n theyre bullying it#ive been mostly drawing momo..#all saints street#ive been infodumping so fkn hard in the discord i feel crazy#can i infodump here too#can i just like ramble#wan sheng jie#wsj#wsj momo#wsj crystal#i ship them but idk if they have a shipname n their names dont rlly mesh well wehhhh#just casually been calling them the idols in my head ngl#neil bowman#ira blood#wsj damao#wsj abu#luis bite#nick hoult#lily angel#lynn angel#i think i peaked at the end there with him tbh#my art#wehhhhh i love ass (the manhua n donghua series)#send ask abt wsj if you want if you want if wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ifor me maybe
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teenage love
#they were high school sweethearts <3 middle school sweethearts too <3#artists on tumblr#digital art#murder animals (name pending)
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Just read your “leap of faith” fic for Legolas and I have say I absolutely adore your writing style! Would it be possible for you to do a drabble or some rough ideas on what he would act like in the morning after waking up?
Thank you so much!! Honestly, that wasn't a fic I really planned to write more of, but your ask got my extremely rusty brain back to writing, so thank you! I'm not sure I succeeded at the style I was going for here, but it was fun to give it a try. I hope you like it!
(and @heilith I remember you requested to be tagged in my next Legolas content, so here you go!)
Leap of Faith, Part 2
aka even more Only One Bed shenanigans
Legolas/reader (gender-neutral)
Word count: 1100
Rating: G
Read part 1 here!
Legolas wakes to the sound of his name, but does not hurry to open his eyes. Your voice is a thing of beauty, as it always is, and he sighs a soft smile at the sound, willing the outside world away.
Soon his name is on your lips again, a bit more insistently this time. He shakes his head faintly. Not yet. Mortal sleep is a new experience for him, and he would indulge in it a few moments more.
Now your hand presses against his shoulder. Regretfully, Legolas allows himself to be jostled into real wakefulness at last, where he finds you lying beside him, soft morning light streaming in through the inn’s faded curtains.
Your body is still curled toward him under the blankets.
Concern pinches at your brow as you study him. You have never seen him sleep with his eyes closed—is he unwell? But then, perhaps elves never feel unwell. The wry laugh in your words does not fully disguise the sudden pain behind your eyes—perhaps you are reminded, as he so often is, of the immeasurable gulf between you, mortal and immortal, human and elf.
But you were never one to dwell overmuch on such heavy matters—you rest a hand against his forehead, half-teasing, as though to check for fever. Burning up, you inform him, your solemn pronouncement betrayed by the grin playing on your lips. Alas, he is quite unwell indeed! You fear his days are numbered. He had best get his affairs in order.
Legolas does not return your laugh. He will feel unwell in truth, he knows, the moment he must rise from this bed and carry on his journey with you, pretending he did not hear you whisper his name in your sleep, pretending he did not succumb to mortal dreams by your side. But he must give you an answer, and such a confession will not do.
He was curious, he admits at last. It is no lie—not even a half-truth, for he is burning with curiosity, has burned ever since he met you. It is a weak answer, but it seems to satisfy you, and you smile at him more earnestly.
Your hand still rests on his forehead, as though you’d quite forgotten to remove it.
Have you shifted nearer to him? He does not think so. Yet the distance between you now seems unbearably small, intimate, your legs half-entwined under the blankets, his hair touching yours on your pillow. Nearly a lover’s embrace.
It is improper, Legolas thinks to himself, the instinct to scramble back rising in his throat. His curiosity has always warred with nervousness around you, the desire to at once surge forward and retreat often keeping him at a standstill entirely. But you speak again, and his eyes are drawn to the movement of your lips, so hypnotizing that you are forced to repeat yourself twice before he understands.
Has his curiosity been satisfied, then? Now that he has had a taste of mortal sleep? Your eyes crinkle with laughter, the sound dancing soft and intimate between you. Mortal sleep is quite dull, after all, and you fear he must be disappointed. You shake your head ruefully, your hand leaving his forehead only to brush, agonizingly, against his cheek as you draw away—
“No.” Legolas's hand grasps your retreating wrist before you are aware of it.
His voice is still soft, the half-hushed restraint of early morning that you, like all mortals, seem to favor, but you cannot fail to sense the change in it, a flame igniting the word, low and rasping and hungry.
You lay frozen for a moment, your lungs scarcely drawing breath. But an answering flame sparks behind your eyes, and you raise your brow at him. “No...you are not disappointed? Or no, you are not satisfied?”
Softly you return your hand to Legolas’s face, your fingers trailing tentatively over his cheekbone, his jaw, the shell of his ear, shaped so unlike your own. His heart soars at your touch, and he laughs softly for sheer joy. “How could you disappoint me?" His hand falls to your waist, drawing you nearer. "In the waking world and in sleep, there is delight to me in all you do.”
“I am glad.” Heat blooms on your cheeks, but your fingers continue to play over his face, his neck, his hair, and your smile now is a thing of fire. You lean in closer than ever, and he wishes it might burn him. “And how could I satisfy you?”
Oh, there can be no doubt, now, that you feel as he does. The little bedroom seems suddenly to be made of gold, the morning sun sinking into his skin as though this is the first sunrise ever to grace Middle-Earth, the world born anew before him. Yet for all his elation Legolas knows not how to answer—he wants too much, far more than he can ask of you, and he fears his curiosity will never be satisfied.
Smiling all the wider for his silence, you take pity on him, tapping a playful finger against his chest as though in thought. “Perhaps I might tell you what I dreamed of last night. Will that do?”
Your touch burns over his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, until your thumb sweeps softly over his lower lip. He swallows hard. He sees your sleeping face again, branded into his memory, your lashes fluttering, lips parting as you murmur his name. No, he thinks. It is not enough. “Perhaps you might show me instead.”
There is a heat beyond fire in your smile now, a heat to rival the rising sun. You know as well as he that this alone will not satisfy either of you, that this will begin something new and terrifying, a leap of faith far greater than the one he had taken last night in lying down beside you and closing his eyes. Yet he does not mean to retreat, and nor, it seems, do you.
“Hmm. It will do, for a start.”
Legolas is still chuckling fondly at your answer when you press his name against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair. As you pull his body flush against yours, sighing as he parts your lips to taste the joy and trust and desire on your tongue, his fears and doubts vanish like summer fog, for he knows you have faith in each other utterly.
He knows that when you take this leap together, you will fly.
#legolas#legolas x reader#lotr fanfic#only one bed#i should have been getting work done today and instead i horked this up#is it too tacky. it feels too tacky#whatever i stand by it#tacky is my middle name#scylla tacky revenge
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hey i don't know what writer needs to hear this today but you can have characters in your work who exist only to move the plot forward. you can create an oc for a fanfic who exists to ask a question at the right time and is never seen again. you can create a novel and have random characters that exist to move the story. characters are elements of narrative. not every single one has to have a whole backstory and a life fleshed out. sometimes they can just be there for a scene and then never be involved again. isn't that how life works? don't we meet people and then they vanish? aren't our lives simply moments spent to drive forward the plots of others? your character can be pointless. you character can exist in a moment. your character can take up space. your character can exist, even if you don't know their birthday and their mother's favorite song.
characters are not people. you do not have to make them into people unless you want to. you owe them nothing. use characters however you want in your story. develop them as is relevant. otherwise, it literally does not matter.
#writing tips#writing#creative writing#i've seen too many posts like 'EVERY CHARACTER SHOULD BE FLESHED OUT IF YOURE NOT CONSTANTLY USING THEM WHAT'S THE POINT'#this is your sign to kill off that random soldier.#if it makes your main character change that's good enough#this is your sign to create a girl who exists for the bit#if it's enough to move the plot that's good enough#your writing is good enough#your characters are good enough#and stars above. they don't all need middle names and trauma.#river's advice column
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TRY AGAIN LATER
it's like. well. its several things.
(Plutarch's Crassus, trans. Warner)
and also this
(ibid.)
that compliment sounds like an insult, baby.
anyway, there's a fun kind of eroticism in being given everything, in taking things that aren't yours without any real consequence, in climbing towards becoming a Roman Alexander, only for one man to deny you, over and over and over again, at every turn. Sulla tried, Crassus did it better. who would put a butcher in their place? who else knows you well enough to do it? who else can match you step for step like this? doesn't it feel like a kind of intimacy, a kind of—
it's also about the 'even sulla kissed my sword/so you want me on my knees too?' innuendo was too good to pass up. that was actually the first line I wrote, I figured out the rest of this to justify making a comic with it
and finally! the sword line is referencing/playing off of Lucan's Pharsalia a little bit because it fucks hard
(Lucan's Pharsalia, trans. Jane Wilson Joyce)
EDIT: oh, and that's a public domain anatomical illustration of a heart. you know how it is with love and hate.
#marcus licinius crassus#gnaeus pompeius magnus#tris homines#komiks tag#roman republic tag#drawing tag#its about how many ways i can create situations where i have crassus call pompey a brat#the subtext going on here is that pompey and sulla are in the middle of their political falling out#and pompey is like. okay motherfucker. and crassus is something that sulla had under his hand#but uhhhhhh. its not going that well for pompey. because sulla got there first#and left his mark#dont worry tho pompey you'll get him in the end. your descendants are going to marry each other#and name two of their sons directly after both of you!! fucking wild. LOVE it#can't get much closer than that! altho pompey did try something when he married publius crassus' widow#crassus himself however holds true to his statement of 'no one is ever going to touch me ever again.'#he's like. not alive right either so it'd be hard to pin him down anyway#too haunted. your ghosts your dead your ancestors have escaped your family house buddy
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frye inspires this sort of manic "i can do whatever i want" kinda will in people and god. I sure did do whatever I wanted here
#splatoon#frye onaga#my stuff#this is my belated inktober 4 offering#this was not meant to take this long. it just kept going#i think.. individually every piece stands on its own and then when you combine them its like a fever drean#my favorite's the chocolate one. i think shes so cute there#peep the foil embossed signature like its some sort of in-universe merch postcard thing lmao#(also side note her signature?? im 99% sure is meant to be a little eel. thats so cute its not fair)#anyway yes i did want every piece to be a different style#so if youre reading this far. youve gotta read a little bit more.#but ive got the splatfest style(chocolate)#ballpoint pen doodle that got too out of hand(summerfes)#i wanna make her as shiny as physically possible(splatoween)#official 2d(big sticky in the middle)#quick sharpie/highlighter on post it(sweets)#and as.. smooth? we'll go with smooth render as i could manage(polaroid)#then to fill in the empty space i put in bits of scenery that related to frye#namely the studio(top) splatsville(middle; very small) and her boss arena(bottom)#those were super fun to do i forgot how fun it was to just block out environments like that til now#anyway its 2 am so im just gonna pass out now. enjoy Miss Onaga Herself and goodnight
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I can never just say 'tim' or 'martin' or 'gerry' and 'jon' is a visible struggle. I gotta say full names. Timothy Stoker. Martin (k) Blackwood. Gerard Keay. Jonathan Sims. Its therapeutic. There sre no life crisises any more i can say full names
#the magnus archives#tma#jonathan sims#tma podcast#martin blackwood#gerard keay#timothy stoker#i even call my friends by first and last name#sometimes to get their attention i go middle name too#my best friend ive assigned over ten extra middle names#and another friend has no middle name so i just started calling him by his various social media handles
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tfw you meet God and they uses your face to make fun of you and admit theyre borderline entertained by ur suffering
#''Siffrin no middle names no last names'' HES SENSITIVE ABOUT IT#THE EMOJIS TOO IMMA LOSE IT#i jsut got the achievement sry its so funny#isat spoilers#isat#i have a screenshot of it talking to Mira too adjgkhjkad i love that they were proud of her WAHHH#i will draw both things
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