#and there's so much backlog in art and fics

[sixxxer]

trop would've probably been as popular as hotd if they shipbaited silvergifting instead of saurondriel lmao

[bunnyinatree]

At long last, I can start sharing the wacky drawings that relate to this Death Note fic! :D So without further ado, here is a drawing of Mikami and his therapist, an original character from the aforementioned fic and the ultimate "I can fix him" queen.

I imagine that this takes place during one of their first therapy sessions, when Mikami's still reeling from all of the events that happened in Death Note (à la the disoriented Mr. Krabs meme), but his therapist is all enthusiastic and chipper, like: "You've made a great first step today, and I'm delighted to be working with you!"

[image ID: a digital drawing and parody of this meme from The Office. In it, Mikami is shaking hands with his therapist, a woman in a blue suit with her dark hair in a bun. While the therapist looks pleased with herself and at ease, Mikami appears haggard and unkempt and is sweating profusely. End image ID.]

[megatraven]

what if i do alex month again next april. i could just do that. i can't be stopped

[sordidmusings]

Tender Love and Care - Hair Care (Buggy x amab!Reader

Art by ijessbest on Twitter (refusing new name still) I believe they also have a tumblr by the same name!

A/N: Sorry I took so long to post this and thank you for your patience! I had thought I put it up earlier but noticed that wasn't true while doing some organizing. The differences are pretty subtle but I hope they are meaningful for your immersion and help you feel seen! If there's something I can do better (I am cis fem so I'm sure there's much my experience has me missing about yours) please let me know! I'd like to help y'all get your escapism too 🤍

From the original a/n - "Ah yes, another 'taking care of Buggy's head' fic to take up space on the internet. Just gotta indulge in giving this man some tlc. Did I write four thousand words of simping for the cringefail pirate clown's hair? Yes. And I'd do it again >:p"

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: masculine leaning amab!reader (no pronouns or gendered titles), Lots of Feelings, yearning, possibly angst?, probably hurt/comfort?, waxing very poetic, Buggy being a prickly bitch who doesn't know how to receive affection, Buggy also being a delusional bitch who immediately latches on to that affection

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“Touch the makeup and I’ll bite your fingers off!”

“I’m quaking.”

“...I’ll spit in your face.” His eyes narrowed while you blanched. “I’ve got damn good aim too so you better watch those big ol’ eyes.” Almost a compliment? Progress.

“To save us both from catastrophe, I’ll let you keep your grease-face,” you promised. After a few more seconds of giving you the stink eye (really, you should be taking notes because his form is exemplary), Buggy finally settled back into your hold. His stubble scratched lightly at your palms and you allowed your thumbs a scant few passes from his cheek bones to the back of his jaw. That was easy enough to play off as mindless movements while you examined him for the coming wash. Hopefully.  You were at least putting in the effort to keep the affection in your chest from blooming into a wide smile on your face, lest he begin spitting like a wet cat again.

After placing him down on your clothes chest, you began gathering together the things you’d need to clean him up. You had already prepared a large basin of steaming water before you had grabbed Buggy from Zoro for your night shift with him. If he had truly protested against you then you’d just have extra water to spoil yourself with for your nightly routine. What a loss. While you flitted around grabbing a cup, a pile of towels, and care products, Buggy took to commenting about whatever his eyes fell on around your room. Your half-assed replies did nothing to discourage his gentle roast of your safe space. He only shut up when you picked him back up and brought him over to the basin.

You were taken by surprise when you took off his bandana.  You had guessed that his hair was thick from the pieces that framed his face, but you hadn’t expected long locks to be wrapped up in there. They slipped and fell down like silk despite being in clear need of a wash, and you started to become a bit excited to see how they would come to shine under your care.

“What’s wrong with you? Never seen hair before?” There was a bit more bite to him all of a sudden and it hit you that he may be self-conscious from your staring.

“Never seen yours before, duh,” you teased. “You should wear your hair out as a power move against all the scrangly ass men in these waters.”

Buggy took a blank-faced moment to process your words. Probably weighing your sincerity against the backlog of insults he’s heard in his life. Unfortunately, one joking compliment never stood a chance.

“Whatever, just do your job.” His bitter tone made you keep your mouth shut and drop the topic. For now.

Seeing how he had a lot more hair than anticipated, you got up again to grab yet another towel so that you could use it as a cushion. Finally settled, you grabbed Buggy in one hand, the cup in the other, and got to work. You had laid a small board across the basin so you could rest Buggy on it instead of having to hold him up the whole time. You may have gotten strong in this life, but you were not masochistic enough to try holding him up throughout this process. You made sure to be extra gentle when you put him to rest on the back of his head, mindful that the hard plank wasn’t the most comfortable.

Wetting his hairline was taking longer than you thought. The soft noises from the pouring water hitting his scalp and trickling through his hair into the basin below felt loud in the stillness of the room. Everything had a languid air like you could breathe freely without thought or time to measure the passing of each exhale. Wanting to check in, you looked down from your task and into Buggy’s face. Despite all his past showboating, Buggy was having difficulty keeping his gaze anywhere near your face.  You decided to take pity on him in his discomfort but not too much. “So how’d you get your damn good aim?”

Silence.

You’re beginning to think that him looking at you like you’re stupid is his comfort zone.

“You know, that ‘damn good aim’ that makes my ‘big ol’ eyes’ easy targets?” you supplied.  At first, you thought he would roll his eyes and make more digs at you, but he finally caught you off guard.

“It’s a trade secret,” he said with a growing smile and a glint in his eyes. His face grew even more pleased when you smiled mischievously back at him.

“Clown trade?”

He hummed out an affirmative. You saturated the last of his hair at the front and sides and now needed to dunk the rest in the basin. The sheer amount of long blue locks that this pretty, pretty man had may cause it to overflow, but you supposed that’s just a workplace hazard when becoming a glamor clown’s hairdresser. You paused in lowering him to look around quite dramatically (squinty eyes, pursed lips, and all) before leaning slightly closer to stage whisper, “You can tell me; I ain’t no snitch.”

You barely caught the laugh that he choked short in order to keep up his serious facade. He let his eyes wander the room to double check your surveying and pretended to be in thought. He let out a heaving sigh and said, “Okay, okay, but you have to lean in close. Can’t have this getting out.”

Ever obliging, you turned your head and leaned until you felt his warm breath on your skin and the roundness of his nose tickling to top of your ear. You were thankful he couldn’t see the little shiver down your spine or the goosebumps spreading down your neck. He was thankful you couldn’t see him close his eyes to savor the scent of your aftershave. All was still for a few breaths too long.

“The secret?” you prompted, thinking he was waiting for your urging or that he was just trying to make you squirm. You didn’t see his eyes flutter open while he forced thoughts other than your closeness back into that head of his. Okay, he really needed to do something to reel himself back in and get some control of the situation.  Easier said than done when he’s only a head.

You felt as much as you heard him take a deliberate inhale… only for a loud raspberry to be blown right next to your ear.

Nearly dropping him in shock, you quickly pulled your head back and held him at arm’s length like a misbehaved puppy. Through his canting cackles, Buggy met your wide eyes with a proud grin. It didn’t even need the help of his makeup to split his face. Damn, you could stare at that forever. He had just the prettiest eyes you think you’d ever seen. The way they shifted color under the low lights and sparkled with his smile had you feeling entranced. It had the same commanding presence and addicting warmth as flames with their own swirling colors and sparking embers. You thought your poetic idioms for him would always center around the sea, especially for his blue-green eyes, but here we are.

The corner of his smile started to twitch downward under your stare until wild and cheerful laughter burst from your lips. They were the kind to shake your shoulders and scrunch your cheeks up into your eyes and he’s now certain that he has fucked right up. Buggy felt alarms blaring in his mind as he took in your joy and was certain he would make an absolute fool of himself in any and all ways possible to keep getting hits of it. Between your settling chuckles, you managed to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring that wisdom with me to my grave.”

Readjusting your grip, you moved forward and dunked the back of Buggy’s head fully into the water. He sighed out at the sensation, but he fully melted when one of your hands went to support the back of his skull and the other flowed through his tresses to make sure all of them were wet. You let yourself take your time, both to make sure you were thorough and to indulge yourself in the comfort of the moment. A tenderness spread through you when you saw that this was also indulging Buggy. His breath was slow and steady, and his eyes were resting closed to better focus on the sensations coming to him. You truly were a people pleaser at heart and seeing someone so bedraggled and affection-starved accept your care made your heart and head feel fuzzy.

You slowly leaned him more upright and used your other hand to wipe out some of the excess water. Buggy felt you shuffling around, and his eyes opened to see what you were up to. After you moved him to rest on the flat bottom of his neck on top of the softest towel that he’s felt in ages, he realized that you went through the trouble to try to make even that wooden board comfortable for his sake. He was starting to feel even more uncertain and out of his element.

Careful fingers carded through and spread out his hair behind him while an equally careful gaze watched over their work. After lathering your hands with a shampoo bar scented by vanilla and spices, you set to work giving him the scalp massage of a lifetime.

While focusing on doing the best job possible and maybe also the beautiful color of his hair was keeping you from thinking about anything else, Buggy had no such luxury. He had nothing to direct his nervous energy at - didn’t even have fingers to fidget with! - so he closed his eyes and tried to keep his face neutral. Everyone enjoys a good scalp massage or at least some kind of pampering so it wouldn’t have been weird for him to visibly enjoy it, but something watery and vulnerable was pressing at his throat under your tender care. His mind and body (well… head) were at odds. While his train of thought spun every which way only to be tethered back to the word ‘why’, his muscles melted until they were soft and pleasantly limp. Has his brow ever been so smooth? His jaw so loose? His lips so softly set? Oh God, you must have noticed the stubborn stiffness in his neck because your fingers abandoned his hair to firmly rub from the base of his skull to where he met the towel and that was truly his undoing.

With a rumbly hum, Buggy finally gave in to temptation and tied his mind to your movements. He let himself imagine affection there - imagine that this was special and just for him. You’ve never tended to anyone else like this. You offered because you simply had to know what his hair felt like. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted it much more than you ever wanted to touch anyone else. If he opened his eyes and looked up at yours, he would see them pouring with love, just like your hands were, and you would look sweetly down at him with your gorgeous eyes and handsome smile and say lovely things and you’d love him-

You’d love him.

Fuck.

You noticed Buggy suddenly flinch under your hands and you tensed up.

“Are you okay? Did I snag your hair?” You hadn’t felt anything tug but you supposed you could’ve missed it.

Buggy cleared his throat before stiffly responding, “No. Keep going.”

Something thick in his tone caught your attention and you looked to see his expression was tense instead of the blissed out one you had admired not too long ago. That won’t do. You went back to the tried and true pressure points on the scalp that you knew from experience eased anyone up. Checking his face again, you noticed it was more relaxed but still too guarded for your tastes. Deciding he must be getting antsy, you switched to working the shampoo down his hair after getting a touch more product on your hands. The time it took to get it properly sudsed and rinsed was calm, despite the fact that there was some undercurrent to the air that felt charged. Maybe it was just from seeing the talkative and bratty clown be so subdued. As you began spreading conditioner through his hair, you decided that it was time to engage him again.

“This bar is my favorite; nothing makes my hair softer,” you said. Already, his hair was relaxing to glide even more smoothly between your fingers. You weren’t ready to give the feeling up, so you spent the entire time that the conditioner was setting to run your fingers through his hair.

Buggy couldn’t do anything at the moment to judge your claim, but the smell alone made him understand why it was your favorite. It matched that of the shampoo bar, but the richer ingredients in the conditioner highlighted the comforting tones of the vanilla and the sensuality of warm spices and wood. He relished in it on every inhale, hoping to unravel and memorize its every undertone. Was that a touch of amber in there? A little pink peppercorn? Maybe some incense and oud at the base? Buggy suddenly felt ridiculous. He was never one to give much thought to fancy perfumes, yet here he was trying to dissect your scent like a sommelier tasting a new wine. 

You made quick work of rinsing his hair this final time and gently pushing and squeezing any excess water out. You set Buggy back on a towel, this time one that was spread on the floor. It was the one that you had just been sitting on. Buggy was embarrassed that he noticed and enjoyed the fact that he could still feel your body heat on it.

“How many of those things do you have?” Buggy scoffed as you pulled yet another towel over to dry his hair. You flicked his forehead in warning against further sass.

“You can never have too many. It’s something that you use daily and they come in handy during emergencies,” you explained.

“Oh yeah like what?”

��Well, I was thinking of situations like having to soak up a spill or blood, but the state of your hair definitely qualifies.”

The outburst was immediate.

“I KNEW YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF ME YOU DAMN LIAR! HOW DA-”

Good thing you were prepared for this and stuffed some of yet another towel into his screaming mouth. He bit down on it harshly and glared at you with all his might. Snarls and grumbles still made their way through the cloth, letting you know just how displeased he was. You were a little shocked to find that despite being gagged and despite just being a head that his glare still actually intimidated you. The time spent with the crew treating him like a harmless little pest had helped you forget that, when push came to shove, he could back up his talk with violence.

The brief glimpse of fear in your eyes gave him a twinge of satisfaction but mostly felt a lot more hollow than he’d expected. Wasn’t this what he wanted? 

When you reached back out to continue drying his hair, you were more tentative than he had ever seen you and his mood dropped even further. Even with your caution, the way that you moved the towel over his hair and gently squeezed more water out of it was filled with care. The whole thing felt very foreign to him. Buggy usually rubbed his towel through his hair chaotically like the more forceful he was the sooner he could get done with the bothersome task. You were working over him like any undue force would be an insult. Like he was something precious. That watery feeling started pressing on him again.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you started quietly. “I just meant to poke fun, not make you actually feel insulted.” After a few more soft pats with the towel, you slowly removed his makeshift gag. He took a moment to wiggle around his jaw and get the dry feeling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, well good job, dumbass,” he bit. You winced at the hurt in his tone. “Just finish up.”

You took a moment to recenter yourself while you grabbed your comb and brush. This was not how you wanted this to go. One wrong comment had sent this whole interaction spiraling and it made you sad. Sensitivity like that was usually built up from years of feeling the same hurts over and over again, and you didn’t ever want to be someone to aggravate an already festering wound, especially not on someone who you genuinely enjoyed. Not on someone who you were increasingly craving affection from. This needed to be fixed. Steeling yourself for the resistance you were about to meet, you began combing the ends of his hair and spoke, “The blue color is pretty.”

He ignored you. As expected.

“It was one of the first things I noticed about you.” He still wouldn’t even glance up at you. “Also how it brings out the color of your eyes.”

He snorted dismissively in a way that very clearly told you he wasn’t believing a word you said. Also expected. You’re just going to have to soldier on until this eventually worked… maybe worked… hopefully worked?

Just as in the rest of the process, you were slow and thorough when combing his hair. You murmured compliments to him about how soft it is; how thick and how beautiful. By the time that you had switched to using your brush, he was showing signs of being worn down by your flattery. His face was more relaxed and he let himself look around instead of trying to burn a hole through the floor. All you could focus on, though, was how downcast and tired his eyes looked.

“Alright, I’m all finished up,” you told him. “I’m going to put you in the hammock for a minute while I get ready for bed.”

After placing him in the middle of your bedding, you disappeared behind a dressing screen. The routine of bathing  yourself with a washcloth and bowl of soapy water eased you. Since you had taken so much time tending to Buggy, the last bowl of fresh water had become lukewarm. Despite this, the final wipe down had you feeling refreshed and ready to jump into bed. It was no soak in the tub, but still left you feeling much better after a long day of helping work around the ship.

You had set about your routine briskly so that you didn’t leave Buggy waiting too long. Little did you know, he didn’t mind the time of having nothing to do besides enjoy the soft blankets you curled up in every night. He was trying to soak it in before you inevitably put him back down on the floor. If the night had taught him anything, you’d at least put him on one of those fluffy towels instead of throwing him back in the bag like the others did.

You came over to him on the hammock and he admired how you looked, now clean and fresh. His eyes poured over your shirtless chest and the thin sleep pants moving around the shape of your legs. When you picked him back up, your face and body language were as placid as he had ever seen them and he was surprised at how content that made him feel. He readied himself to be moved away, left cold and forgotten, but he was astonished when you plopped yourself in your bedding instead with him still in your hands. The shock must have shown on his face because you chuckled at him and gave him a bright smile. Even with the bumpy road that the night had been, your smile made him soft and content. He was realizing with more and more resignation that your smile and laugh would let you get away with anything when it came to him.

“So no floor? Trying to bribe me with favors?” His voice was mostly back to that sarcastic lilt you’ve come to adore.

Content that he was feeling better, you answered, “Nah, just using you so I can have a teddy bear. Haven’t had a good one in ages.”

Making good on that promise, you made sure that he was securely nestled into your neck and shoulder. You used both of your arms to cradle him there and both hands to continue your worship of his hair. It was just barely damp and the coolness felt nice on your hands, especially in contrast to the cozy heat emanating from his head. His long eyelashes tickled at your neck every time he blinked, just like the light scruff on his jaw teased at the skin on your chest. His big nose felt cozy rested on your clavicle, and you had to resist the urge to reach down and trail your fingers on it. A giddy and victorious feeling flushed through you when you felt him close his eyes a final time and sink into your embrace.

Buggy should have known that he was doomed from the start. He was having a hell of a time trying not to moan at your fingers scratching and massaging his scalp, both during the hair care and now, when he was held in your arms. The feeling of being rested on your bare chest sent his heart racing. He couldn’t stop his little movements to nestle into you and get just that much more of your warmth and touch. If he thought that he loved the smell of you before, he was absolutely intoxicated now that he knew what it was like when it floated over the two of you while wrapped in body-warmed sheets.

He wanted to ask you why you were doing all of this, but he didn’t want to know the answer. Not right now. Right now he was going to let himself go back into that place in his head where you lo- cared about him. A place where each night he would crawl into bed with you and, no matter how the day went, you would be there to empty his mind of anything but the two of you. You’d greet him with a kiss or a laugh or an embrace and you would shine with so much joy because he’s next to you again. He’d know what your love felt like, how it felt to be under your hands, how your skin felt under his lips. All these daydreams swirling in his head started to make him sick with want, and he needed to know at least one of them. He couldn’t handle all of them staying forever in his mind.

The tiniest increase of pressure from his lips brought your attention to where they rested below your collarbone. The almost kiss was so heartbreakingly shaky and hesitant that you felt your eyes burn with the threat of tears. To reassure him, you dragged your cheek across his temple before turning to leave a deliberate kiss there. Buggy relished the contact, the satisfied sigh you let out afterward, and the gentle weight of your cheek as you snuggled back into him. Your reward came in the form of a grinning cheek pushing into you.

All his humor and posturing certainly caught your attention in the best way and even his explosive temper was something you couldn’t say turned you away. This gentleness, though, this uncertain and wounded place, had you bursting with affection and you were hoping to keep experiencing it. You’d meet it each time with steady affection until it turned into something he embodied with the same surety that he had in his beloved spotlight.

Both of you slipped more sweetly into dreams, curled up together as you were, and with more peace and ease than the years before had allowed. Neither of you would let the years to come be absent of this sweet treasure, either.

[blortch]

So as I've maybe mentioned before I have a backlog of comics/drawings/animatics/fic I've done over the years that I haven't published bc my experience for posting art has always sucked ngl but like I wondered if anybody would be interested in one of those 'send me a confirmation of a donation to a vetted Palestinian fundraiser'-things to then get back a randomized item of those mentioned - upon consideration of requests like, whether you'd like to see something about Mike's or Jay's characters (unforch I don't have much abt Rich but there's some stray Plinketts).

[quinloki]

Share a Smile March 2024 Event

This is a small (or big, who knows?) event I decided to do to spread a little love and cheer.

Nothing much, and you can jump right in as well ❤️

For the Month of March, in a fit of Madness one might say, I've decided to share Fic Rec Lists, Recommend Fics, and Art and Artists that put a smile on my face =D

The focus is for Reader Inserts and OCs, but it's not exclusive to that by any means. It can also be any fandom - my focus is One Piece because that's what I love right now, but don't let my focus limit your smiles!

If you want to join in just use one or both of the following tags when you reblog a work that makes you smile:

#Share A Smile Reader Insert/OC Style #March 2024 Event

This is especially a good time to dig into someone's backlogs and revive a piece you enjoyed from way back in the day, whether way back was last year or ten years!

And while you're sharing what makes you smile with others, do your best to leave a comment of some sort when you reblog and give the person who created that beautiful content something to smile about \o/

Smiles can be from good feels, sad feels, funny feels, dark feels, complicated feels, frisky feels, and down right smutty feels - whatever the reason behind the grin, just make sure the tags are in.

I might do something extra with this as the month progresses, but I'm not sure what right now. Regardless, please feel free to join in - use the tag so I can find it (or at me, I won't mind!).

Have fun with it and spread a little good cheer around.

The Event might run from 3/1 to 3/31, but feel free to start early and run long ❤️

[sheikfangirl]

Positively adore your art!! Thank you for sharing it!! Also, would you happen to know of any fics that sort of resemble your art style or ones that inspired it? I’m right there with you I love the basic vanilla vibe and I have been trying to find a decent fic to get into before I finish totk

thank you!!

Thank you so much for your kind words for my art

🙏 I greatly appreciate!🙏

I have a confession to make dear friend! I hadn't read fanfictions in several years but beating Totk made me go FERAL for Zelda material and explore what's been written since BotW came out.... oh boy the rabbit hole is deep!

There is a lot of good stuff out there but I have read so many fanfics in a short time that the whole thing is a blurry mess in my brain. BUT! There is one in particular that really stood out and left a lasting impression on me: Displaced written by socksock https://archiveofourown.org/works/21128084/chapters/50279321 It was originally written in 2018, before the release of TotK so there are some small and harmless inconsistencies that can easily be ignored because, duh, it was written BEFORE totk. I particularly liked this fanfic because it has all the qualities I'm looking for!! Also several key moments and general ideas in that story are extremely close to my own headcanon to the point it almost scared me. The story focuses on Zelda trying to find her place in post-calamity Hyrule. The characters are very well written and credible, Link's personality is player behavior accurate (MORE OF THAT PLEASE!!!!!!!!) and obsessed with completing his quests backlog and I thought it was amazing. Damn i love a player accurate Link!!

It's a wholesome slow burn romance, lots of humor, it's sexy, does not take itself too seriously but can be very emotional at times. Also, I was amazed by one scene in particular....I don't want to spoil anything for you, but the Big Damn Kiss moment is *CHEF KISS*: the setting, the tone and the resolution HSGDKJS, I would've slow clapped if i could've (I was holding my phone lol)

Reading that scene, I thought to myself : F*** YES! This person gets it hahaha !!

My own Zelink Big Damn First Kiss moment shares a lot of similarities with that fic so, Im going to say it now: when 'll post the Zelink first kiss i'm currently crafting, be sure to know that Socksock and their fic Displaced did something in the same general vibe FIRST! They are awesome. I hope i answered your question haha Have a great day!

[it-happened-one-fic]

Your Highness - Silver

Author's Notes: Going through one's backlog of fics can be a fearful thing. I do remember writing this one though. I was in a horribly sappy mood and I was listening to the song "Fairytale" by Harry Gregson-Williams and John Powell which I'm sure a great many of you would recognize from the film "Shrek." This fic was also written shortly after I saw @thegoldenshi-shi's art for a Celtic flavored Silver that has braids (Check it out! it's really good!), hence the braids in the fic. Reader is female. I hope you all enjoy!

Type: Female Reader /Fluff/ Romance/ Wedding is heavily implied

Word Count: 1321

You sat quietly outside, your hands resting on your lap as you mulled over many, many different things. Your life had changed drastically since you’d first come to Twisted Wonderland. You’d met more incredible people than you’d ever dreamed of and now you were living in a country that looked like it came straight out of a fairytale.

But then, it was the home of the fae. Well, the home of the fae, and the home of the young man you’d grown to love over your time at school.

You looked down at the aged flower crown in your hands. Your fingers curled slightly around the fragile, pale flowers. Life had been different when you’d made this, sitting between Sebek and a sleeping Silver as you’d woven the ring and listened to Sebek’s nigh endless chatter about his beloved Lord Malleus and the palace you would soon call home.

“To think you will be living with Lord Malleus, in his home and so close to him even though you are but a mere human,” There was a tinge of envy to his tone that had caused you to smile slightly. Because Sebek would be spending most of his days there as a guard so even if he was envious, he too would be at Malleus’s side. 

“Hey Sebek,” The green-haired young man had turned to face you right as you’d plopped the flower crown on your head and posed ever so slightly, “What do you think? Do I look like a princess yet?”

He scoffed at your light-hearted joking, but before he could respond another voice spoke up, startling both of you slightly.

“Indeed, Your Highness,” You’d twisted to see Silver, who’d awoken at some point and was looking at you with his usual stoic expression.

You’d barely even paid attention when Sebek spoke up from your other side, “You look no more like a princess than you did before Her Majesty agreed to take you in.”

“Sebek, you should treat them with more respect now,” Despite Silver’s chiding tone there had been a slight smile on his face as he looked towards the soon-to-be knight.

But his words had turned out to be all too true. After Malleus’s grandmother had agreed to take you in as an adopted grandchild as per Malleus’s request, your relationship with Sebek and Silver had been forced to change. Because you were no longer fellow students.You were now a princess whom they were charged with guarding.

Lilia and Malleus were still able to treat you the same, and after much verbal jousting you’d managed to convince Sebek your relationship didn’t have to be just that of royalty and bodyguard. You could still be friends.

But Silver and you had seemed to have fallen into some odd limbo and you’d feared that it was partially your fault. You’d fallen for the young man before you’d ever joined the Draconia family. 

This was something both Lilia and Malleus knew of and that was why you were certain they’d jointly appointed Silver as your personal guard.

A move that had eventually led to all of the recent events that had been occurring as of late. Joyous events that left you giddy with anticipation.

The sounds of horses whining alerted you to the approach of the young man. Silver had at last returned from whatever it was Lilia had wanted Silver for. And it was only a few moments before the young man in question appeared around the corner, head swiveling as he looked for you. 

You grinned at the very sight of him, but it wasn’t often that you got to see Silver in his more formal wear and this time he had the intricate braids going through his hair.

 Soft aurora hued eyes found yours and you could see him relax just before he dismounted. Strolling forward he knelt in front of you and looked up, “I have returned, Your Highness.”

You were still smiling slightly despite his incredibly formal greeting, because this was how things had been between you two for a very long time.

 A careful balance between formalities and an incredible amount of closeness. You tilted your head as you looked down at him, “And that's a good thing, considering I was beginning to miss you.”

A hint of a smile flickered across his face, but he managed to maintain his characteristically stoic expression. He’d always been a better actor than you. 

You gestured for him to rise and sit next to you, a request he followed immediately and without hesitation. “Did you enjoy your trip? I’m sure the girls in town were happy to see you.”

“It was pleasant,” Calm as ever and refusing to take the teasing bait you’d laid out. He looked towards you, eyes briefly flickering down at the flower crown in your hands before meeting your gaze once more, “Has all been well with you, Your Highness?”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to be the first to crack and break the act but desperately wanting him to use your name. But you’d promised yourself you’d win this time. You would outlast Silver.

“Fine. Do you remember this?” You held up the flower crown carefully and he nodded without ever taking his eyes off you.

“Your first tiara.”

You hummed, looking back down at it and briefly letting another wave of nostalgia sweep through you before you looked back his way and straightened. Doing your best to look vaguely commanding, “Then kneel, oh knight of mine.”

Yet again, Silver did as commanded, though he did so this time with a flicker of humor in his eyes.

Carefully, you placed the crown on his head while he continued to gaze up at you, “There, a gift to my loyal knight.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” 

You wrinkled your nose almost instantaneously at his measured response. Obviously completely unperturbed by anything you did and you knew, right then, he was going to win this time too, “Fine, you win. Just quit calling me that ridiculous title and use my name instead.” 

This time his smile was fully visible as he stood and looked down at you, “As you wish, Y/n.”

You eyed him with a slight frown, a bit disappointed in yourself for having given way so easily. But Silver was far better at this game than you were and he knew it.

But even then you couldn’t deny that your day could hardly get any better. After all, you were no longer the princess in a fairytale waiting for her love to return. He was standing there right in front of you.

He held his hand out and you easily accepted, letting him pull you to your feet before he began escorting you through Malleus’s immense rose gardens just outside the palace.

“I guess this’ll be the last I’ll see of you till tomorrow evening?” Your question drew his attention to you and he nodded.

“As per tradition, yes. But don’t worry, the day will pass quickly,” A part of you wanted to deny his words. You just knew tomorrow was going to crawl by until you got to see him again that evening.

“Will you be wearing those braids again tomorrow for the ceremony?” You watched as he absentmindedly reached up towards his hair as if to remind himself of what sort of style it was in.

“Yes… Father was practicing,” His gaze found yours meaningfully and you had to swallow a laugh. You doubted there were many who were more excited than Lilia was about tomorrow.

“Well, he has every right to be excited, it’s not everyday your son gets married to a royal,” A small smile appeared on your husband-to-be’s face at your words and he nodded.

“True, but I can promise he isn’t nearly as pleased as I am.”

Your smile mirrored his as you bumped your shoulder with his, “As can I Silver. As can I.”

[silverryu25]

Just wanted to share some basic info about my blog!

This blog is mainly a reblog blog! I love to share wonderful art and fics for the Undertale fandom and all of it's many incredible AU's. All reblogs are queued and tagged with the #RyuQueue tag (expect between 35-50 reblogs daily).

Besides reblogs I write Undertale fics (#SilverRyuFic) and drabbles (#SilverRyuDrabble) and can be found under the #SilverRyuWrites tag. All my fics are also available on my AO3 profile (https://archiveofourown.org/users/silverryu25/).

My ask box is open for drabble ideas (though I might not do all of them cause I have a super huge backlog >.>;;;)

I'm open for asks with any of the following skeles:

Sans (UT)

Red (UF)

Nightmare

Killer

Dust

Horror

Cross

Sticks (Farmtale Sans)

Drabbles can be for any ship with the skeles above and any version of the skeles (e.g. wolf Red and Sans, mafia Red and broke Sans, mafia Nightmare gang, lamia skeles, siren skeles ect.).

NSFW is also ok, but I will tag it with the #Ryu18only tag which I ask any minors following me to block! Minors DO NOT send me NSFW drabble asks! If this happens I will not be doing any more NSFW drabble asks ever after that!

I haven't written in a long time so I'm probably very rusty and the drabbles will be short and simple. Also, I haven't written much with Nightmare and his gang so I'm probably not gonna do a super good job so keep your expectations low ;P

I have also been dabbling in making some polymer clay dolls (#myart) and jewelry that you can see on my ko-fi shop :D

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi there, Steph! I have a little question about the way that you handle the (queued) reblogs of your previous posts. Obviously you usually reblog posts the next day but what about older posts from years back? Are they also still following some kind of rotation or queue or do you just go through your own post history ever now and then, looking for stuff that looks thematically/interesting?

Whatever your system is, it is working great for me! I found a lot of great fics and meta-posts from your older posts as well and I probably wouldn't have found those just by browsing on your blog. I am just curious to maybe get a little glimpse behind the scenes!

Thanks for all your great compilation work over here!

Hi Nonny!

So my NEW posts always get a "next day reblog" and a queued "final" reblog (usually with "queue" in the tag name), which usually posts a month or two later depending upon how long my queue is, so that the content is seen at least three times guaranteed.

Lately though, because I haven't been getting a lot of asks, I have been just... going through my offline file of my blog (a 384 page Text Edit document) by just doing keyword searches of whatever comes to my mind and then tag them as "filler content". I used to never do this, as many come to my blog because it's visibly updated daily. But lately I just haven't had the spoons or mental capacity to answer long asks and instead I just pick whatever comes to my brain. Mostly my "classic posts" (ie. posts that I received a LOT of feedback for in the past or posts that are STILL making the rounds years later and I happen to see it cross a mutual's dash so then I reblog) or if I see a topic is popular, I'll find my old meta masterposts about said topic and try to get new eyes on them, since I didn't realize until this year that not everyone knows I used to be more known for my meta writing. Many people like the rabbit holes they can end up in reading my meta. Sometimes I'll go on my art blogs (@stephratte and @stephdrawsjohnlock) and find some old art I'd like people to see. It really does just depend upon my mood in the moment.

I try to fill up my time-slots in my queue hourly between 8am and 4pm DAILY, so that my blog is ALWAYS active and a place people can come and be entertained. I like having a very active blog. In turn, though, that comes with the cost of me spending EVERY NIGHT going through my blog daily, FILING EVERY SINGLE POST on the aforementioned Text Edit Document, and then setting up the queue accordingly. And if I don't answer a new ask, I just randomly type whatever I'm in the mood to re-read on my own blog and search for filler content. It's a lot of work but I think it's worth it since I get a few comments that mention that they are happy that I am so active around here.

That said, I'm SOOOOO happy to hear that my older posts intermingled with my new ones are doing it for you. Like, you have NO idea how pleased I am to hear this, because the immense guilt I feel for NOT having new content has been eating at me for months. I just... DON'T have the energy these days to ensure new stuff all the time AND work on making new fic lists for each Sunday. I have a nearly-ten-year backlog of blog here, I should really take advantage of that.

Thank you so much for giving me that validation I feel I needed for it, and I'm happy you enjoy your time here! This is SUCH a kind comment, and filled me with sprinkles and sunshine. 💜🖤

[zonerz]

Answers fic Update + Hi im not dead 💖!

Okay more semi-official post because I've been meaning to do this since July but life has been ping-ponging me all around!

Short-Answer (ha):

No, the fic isn't abandoned, I wouldn't dream of leaving it unfinished especially with the point I'm finally at! I have been stuck injured 😭👍

Long-Answer + Explanation:

They aren't playing about that a03 author's curse bro 😭😭😭 I intended to have 43 out by April at the latest, then that became May and eventually June because of my job. Then of course, that goal got pushed further out from personal circumstances that are just now getting sorted. But, most frustratingly and poignantly, I injured my wrist at the start of July. Good news is I have some therapy scheduled for it finally! Bad news is that it took THIS LONG to get into it, and in the meantime I can't physically write or draw for hardly a few minutes at a time and it's reached a point especially in the last month or so where even using a computer mouse or typing exacerbates it. If I had infinite time, that'd be less of a problem, but I've also restarted college so my time, effort, and focus has to be put there first and foremost in the meantime. It's frustrating to not be able to do the things I enjoy in the free time I have, but for now it is what it is.

The Plan + Ideal: I'm down but certainly not out! I'm going to be diligent to get myself back to normal and doing what I love! I have TONS of ideas for both fics and art I wanna do and am clawing at the bars of my cage to start LMAO

Ideally though, I would like to have something ready by the holidays. Maybe even a few chapters on a backlog or something. Regardless though, when that day comes I also have some other fics I was poking at and cleaning up prior to my injury worsening and I think it'd be fun to upload some stuff in bulk! :] I've neglected a few other works for the sake of Answers (pouring one out for WYLTD last updated September 2018 LMAO) and I think it'd be a fun way to do things and also move into the new year!

But I'm rambling at this point! If anyone's read this far TYSM I APPRECIATE IT! 🫶 it hurt my hands to write this much which, knowing my typical word count, says something 😭💔 But I feel good and capable! It's just a temporary set-back and I appreciate the consistent engagement and kind words over all the time I've spent working on this fic thus far! I hope that you don't mind the wait too awfully, but know that it WILL be finished--I'm far too passionate about this story and these characters to simply leave it hanging. I don't like to half-ass anything I do :]

Anyways funny conclusion uhhhh <3 !

[prettyboybuckley]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @saybiwithme @bi-buckrights @zainclaw

How many works do you have on ao3?

160

What's your total ao3 word count?

1,070,239

What fandoms do you write for?

I've mostly written for 9-1-1, though I started off with Shameless (6 fics) and I have written some for Teen Wolf (5 fics). There's one 9-1-1 crossover with Schitt's Creek.

Top five fics by kudos:

parents always yelling (telling us to get our acts together)

i just want something to hold on to (and a little of that human touch)

I will come to you (even in my sleep)

open up again (i believe in second chances)

exes and the oh's

Do you respond to comments?

Always, even if it takes me months. I actually just caught up again (there's still a bunch to go, but right now the oldest is 17 days ago instead of 250 days...). It's just a rule I have for myself, and even with the backlog I've kept it up so far, so I'm not going to stop doing it now.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm not a big fan of angsty endings, I generally try to at least make it a hopeful ending or, in the case of the college au, use an epilogue to fix things.

But I guess sunny skies & summer highs qualifies as an angsty ending simply because of the cliffhanger (and yes, there is still going to be a continuation, I'm working on it 🙈).

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Choosing one out of 160 is really hard, but I think tell me, will you stay or will you run away is definitely one that deserves a mention here, because it already has a happy ending and then the epilogue just makes it even better 🥰

Do you get hate on fics?

Not commented on the fic itself, no. I've had some people talk shit about my fics on twitter, though, and not even vaguely but calling me by (user)name.

Do you write smut?

Is grass green? Yeah, I write smut 🤭 Thanks to two times kinktober, I have 95 explicit fics, by far the most used rating for my fics.

Craziest crossover:

let's have some fun tonight is my 9-1-1/Schitt's Creek crossover fic for 9-1-1 Rarepair Week, and my only crossover fic

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

My head over feet Buddie valentine's two-parter got posted as one chapter in Wattpad work with over 30 fics once. Filed a DMCA and Wattpad took it down within two hours.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Two of my fics have been translated into Russian afaik, one on ao3 and one on Ficbook

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope. It may be a nice challenge for the future? Not sure who I'd do it with.

All time favourite ship?

Gotta go for Buddie on that one, lol. Especially if you look at my writing history. But I often tend to hyperfixate on one ship at a time (current reading obsession is McDanno)

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Buck's POV of if love is art then you might be my masterpiece. I really want to, but at this point it's been two years since the original so I don't know if it'd be worth it either. (I know not everyone was happy about how I ended it, but I doubt any of them are still waiting for more). Writing a different POV of the same fic takes an amount of planning that my brain just really struggles with. And I could pick up where the last chapter (before the epilogue) picks up, but I think that way there would be some crucial information about Buck missing.

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told quite a lot of times that I am good at keeping characters, well, in character, even when putting them in partial or complete AU's. Of course, what is in character or not is subjective, but I do always challenge myself to work as much of the canon backstory and personality into who they are in the AU as possible.

And I like to think I'm pretty good at writing smut.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at pacing, which multiple of my long fics prove. It'll be drawn out first and then suddenly rushing. And being ESL I do struggle with things like sentence structure and grammar pretty regularly still.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

As long as there is some kind of translation provided somewhere I like it, but I'm not so quick to use it myself. Not beyond a few Spanish words here and there (generally pet names between Eddie and his family we've seen on the show or the occasional curse word when I feel it fits better than an English one, but I usually need to employ help from Spanish-speaking friends for those).

First fandom you wrote in?

Shameless! I binged that right before I started 9-1-1 and combined with the creative writing minor I was doing, it was actually what got me back into writing in general and what made me write my first ever fic.

Favorite fic you've written?

My in your arms i feel safe-series (which I always lovingly refer to as the ace kink fic) is definitely one of my favorites simply because of how personal it is to me and for the reason behind me writing it in the first place.

Other strong contenders are i would've loved you forever (it's never enough but i wanted it to be) and i'm begging you, come home to me (Teen Wolf, Thiam)

tagging @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck

[kokoroshiki]

Return to what you know | Continuing W3 Prompt, Vampire (again..another long yap)

Above pic: recoloring with Derwent color pencils

So…those that know me will recall how I literally went through an “art depression” or 8-10 yr hiatus from drawing. This is primarily due to life things (definitely early work career/workaholcism, and focusing on that cuz money = nice things like my SuoSaku plushies lol). I am finally in a different place in my life now, where my weekends and my evenings are truly my own, plus a stable career. And…WIND BREAKER just hit me..and I started digital drawing for real for the first time in July (mainly cuz I have 0 space for sketchbooks…I already have a bucket full that I can’t disconnect myself with though they are from the dark ages and make me cringe lol).

Monthly/weekly prompts and getting inspired by WBK buddies fanfics/fanart has really kept me motivated, and I am enjoying not being scared to draw or not stop again. And everytime that I think I would drop out of this phase..well I can’t cuz Sakura and Suo are just sooooooooooo…💕❤️ (and I mean all the characters..but u know SuoSaku…) And..yes I was that person that if it slips.i crumble the paper and trash ROFL..and then go into drawing depression ROFL..I think this is why digital is working well for me…

I ALMOST returned to art depression this past week…but then I look back at how much I kept redrafting this piece..and convinced myself to keep going..

Below is not the final..but something I did IN CASE I went into art depression ROFL (..which didn’t happen cuz I started drafting something for a buddy’s SuoNirei fic..plus the recent WBK chap..and getting inspired by artists on discord/tumblr/twitter). So I realize that I’m having coloring depression..since my hand still allowed me to sketch (though not as well as that New Moon day). So..where am I?

So I really liked the idea of the piece, but hated how the rushed (though I’m slow lol but looks rush) coloring ruins it a bit. Plus, I just was not in a mood to read/watch tutorials etc after having to learn other stuff/skills for work.

I somehow recalled the physical tools that’s I am most familiar with…and they are color pencils…and Procreate just so happens to have the “brush” that mimics a pencil brand I’m familiar with “Derwent.” (though I’m a Faber-Castelle fanatic lol)

And this…was a game changer for me…and I can breathe a bit more now.

So yeah…sometimes u just need to take a step back..recall..and return to what you know. Also…be patient. If it’s not looking the way you want now…you can always do a redraw/recolor a year or two later. But just finish and keep going.

Cuz we don’t want it to get stuck in the backlog like this piece from 2009 lol…(hope to redraw this Persona 3 fanart..Death Note’s Mello-inspired chapter cover at some point).

[thosegayoldmen]

Rules: Answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

Favorite color(s):

Has and always will be green 💚 Specifically an emerald green OR a mint green

Last Song

Currently Reading

So SO much fanfiction at the moment. I have a long backlog of fics I'm slowly working my way through 😅

Currently Watching

Finally working my way through Jujutsu Kaisen S2 (I know, I'm very late to catch up) as well as looking to start Interview With A Vampire soon!

Currently Craving

I would KILL for a burger right about now...

Coffee or Tea

Despite being British, I think I'd havr to go with coffee...but only iced coffee. (Although ideally I'd choose an energy drink over a coffee)

Hobby To Try

I've always wanted to learn to knit or crochet, I used to knit when I was really young (they taught us in primary school once) and I think it'd be a good thing to keep my hands busy while I'm watching something (since currently I have to have my phone in my hands in order to concentrate at all 😖)

Current AU

I haven't started writing it AT ALL yet, but I'm floating the idea of a BBC Merlin / Lokius AU. It's very much in the early planning stages at the moment, so don't expect it any time soon, but it's wormed it's way into my brain and I don't think I'll be able to just let it go now 😂

Thanks for the tag @loki-is-my-kink-awakening I love a good tag game! And I'm always willing to share more about myself 😊

Gonna tag a bunch of people even though I know some of ya'll have already been tagged 🤭

@in-my-loki-feels @lokimobius @elodiah @mythical-magik @devilbearingtrouble

@impulsemuppet @kcscribbler @natendo-art @mirilyawrites @andthekitchensinkao3

@silentxsymphony @kusakichan15 @rin-love-is-green

[summertaters]

Ah more perspective!!! You’re so good at it!! thank you so much for the gifts!

Are you kidding?! I’d love to see some old art! That is if you’re okay sharing it, no pressure, I’m sure it is amazing but we always improve and look back with critical eyes as artists so all good if it’s a little too crusty for you 😜💜💜

You flatter me so! Thank you, anon!!

Since you are interested: Here's some of the old sketches I found! All of these were done I think around 2021-ish. (I think BBRae had my full attention and was my fixation around that time. So I have a huge backlog of bbrae art lol)

Back then, I thought kacchako was cute and that was that. I had no idea they would return to me years later and grab me by the throat! Hahaahha!

^ Those doodles were inspired by BurnedStars777 fanfics ((Honestly their fics are still my biggest inspiration to this day)). I can really tell I was trying to get a handle of how to draw Bakugou especially lol.

^ Those were me still trying to get a hang of drawin' them and figuring out my style. Also, was trying to design a new costume for both - but inevitably didn't flesh it out, haha!

^ Still kinda like this one. Maybe I'll clean it up someday~ :P

^ GASP - This one looks familiar, no? Haha, I found it, liked the idea, and redrew it xD

[sitp-recs]

Hello lovely! First of all, thank you so much for sharing all your work and love to the Drarry fandom, we all appreciate it! <3 I was wondering if you have any recs on breakup and getting back together Drarry fics? Preferably v angsty and smutty ones, but I'm open to anything and everything 😄 Lots of love, @starlitsilvereyes<3

Hello my friend! Thank you so much for the kind words, I also appreciate your gorgeous art and contributions to the fandom! 😍🙏🏼 ohh love me a break up make fic - especially if it comes with lots of angst and tender smut, your ask is right up my alley! These are some of my favourite angsty and Explicit stories, I have a longer list for this trope here. Enjoy!

Maybe Just A Midnight Rendezvous by @writcraft (4k)

Harry's back in London and he's determined to show Draco how things have changed.

Packing the Flat by marguerite_26 (6k)

Months after their explosive break-up, Draco insists Harry return to their flat to remove his belongings.

Can't Fight This Feeling by Writcraft (11k)

A year may have passed, but Harry Potter definitely isn't over Draco Malfoy.

Petrichor by @lazywonderlvnd (12k)

Breakups hurt, especially when you're still in love.

Let's Dance To Joy Division by Femme (12k)

Let the love tear us apart, I've found a cure for a broken heart...

If We Were Honest by daisymondays (26k)

Two years ago, Draco and Harry had a whirlwind secret romance that ended in heart-break. Since then Draco's written a best-selling novel based on their relationship, but with one key difference—the characters get a happily ever after. Now Harry and Draco are reunited for the first time since their break-up, but can they rewrite their own ending?

Make Me a Headline (I Want to Be That Bold) by @dictacontrion (31k)

Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that's landed on his desk one Monday morning.

Winner Takes It All by @skeptiquewrites (41k)

As with all his friends’ wagers, it starts small. Fifty Galleons for one kiss from Harry Potter is easily done.

Blood and Fire by @lqtraintracks (45k)

Harry has spent the last twelve years in Romania, not returning to England as often as he knows he should. It's complicated. But when Ginny asks him to be her best man and help her plan her wedding, he can't say no. Having a reckoning with his choices, with himself, won't be easy. To say nothing of seeing Draco again.

A Case of You by @epitomereally (97k)

Draco was doing just fine working as an Unspeakable in Paris, hanging out with his living and ghostly pals, inventing new spells, and definitely not thinking about Potter. Then, Lucius just had to break out of prison and turn his world upside down.

Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship (135k)

Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.