#but yeah I'll still crosspost to there too just maybe not everything

[vantablackdraws]

SHIT IM TWO DAYS LATE WHOOPS!!! REQUESTS?? FROM MY FAVORITE GUILTY GEAR ARTISR??? on my hands and knees begging for the smallest doodle of Chaos and Daryl if you have the time

(fun story: I spent months upon months thinking I was missing an image of the one drawing you did of them because ao3 loves being weird with pictures for me, only for you to post it here on tumblr and I find out I missed nothing boy was that a whirlwind of emotions)

(I'm so sorry I thought this was funny)

[sexynetra]

16 for a ship of your choice <3

16. "Why do you know how to do that? Nevermind, don't tell me."

How do we feel about some Arrilana tonight :) (as always, crossposted to ao3!)

It was too early in the morning for this shit. Lana punched the door of the rental car before sagging against the brick wall behind her. Why this stupid city necessitated cars, she would never understand.

She should call a locksmith -- or the rental company. She wasn't a AAA member, but maybe they could help. Still, when she pulled out her phone, there was only one number her hand moved to type.

"It's 6:30 AM; you'd better be dying," Arrietty's voice was groggy, and Lana grimaced.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

She heard shuffling on the other end, followed by a few muffled swear words. "Sorry, accidentally tripped over the dog since it's, you know, still dark out."

"Arri," Lana whined softly, sliding down the wall.

"I'm kidding. What's up? Do you need something?"

"Ilockedmykeysinthecar." It all came out in one mumbled breath, and Arri didn't respond for a moment.

"Sorry, was that supposed to be English?"

Lana groaned, taking a deep breath. "I locked my keys in the rental car and I have no clue what to do. I hate cars; this would never happen with the subway."

Some more shuffling on the other line, then Arri's voice, sweet as butterscotch. "Where are you? I'm on my way."

Lana felt the tension leaving her shoulders. She didn't know how, but she knew Arrietty would make everything better. "Outside Elliott Bay. Thank you. I'll buy you coffee as a thank you."

"You were going to do that anyways," Arrietty pointed out, and Lana could hear the smile in her voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get cocky. I'll see you soon?"

"Give me 15 and I'll be there."

"I owe you my life."

Arri laughed, warm and bright. "I'll see you soon," she murmured, followed by the click of the line disconnecting.

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If it was anybody except Lana who had woken her up, Arrietty would have given them a piece of her mind before blocking their number for the rest of the morning while she slept in.

But -- it was Lana. So Arri pulled on her warmest hoodie and defrosted her car as quickly as humanly possible.

Arrietty spotted Lana before Lana spotted her. She was shifting back and forth on her feet, a coffee in each hand. Her well-fitted maroon blazer was too thin for the early morning chill, and she could see her shivering.

Parking, Arri was already tugging her own hoodie off as she walked over. "You're gonna freeze out here," she murmured, snagging one of the coffees before draping her hoodie over Lana's arm.

"And you aren't? You're in a t-shirt, take this back!"

Arrietty just laughed, taking a long sip of the coffee. "I'm stronger than you." She winked, kneeling down in front of the car. "So the keys are inside?"

Lana knelt down beside her, pretty lips twisted into a grimace. "Am I going to have to break the window to get it out?"

"Do you have a bobby pin on you? And maybe some gum?"

Lana wrinkled her nose as she pulled a pin out of her carefully styled updo, a few strands of soft brown curls falling in front of her face. "Gum? With coffee?"

"Just trust me; I know what I'm doing." She held out her hand, palm up.

Lana waffled for a few seconds before depositing the bobby pin and a stick of gum from her purse.

Arrietty gave her a wink and a bright grin before turning her attention to the car door in front of her. "This shouldn't take long -- the car is pretty old; it should be easy enough to trip the lock."

Lana blinked slowly, sitting back on her heels and tilting her head. "Don't love that you know how to break into a car. Why do you know how to do that?"

Arrietty opened her mouth to reply but Lana put her hand up quickly. "Nevermind. Don't tell me. Just get it open."

Arrietty closed her mouth and raised one eyebrow, crossing her arms and staring at the woman beside her.

"... please," Lana tacked on finally, at least having the decency to look ashamed.

With a soft laugh, Arrietty turned her attention back to the door. "I spoil you too much. I should have told you to call AAA and rolled over to go back to bed."

"But you didn't," Lana hummed happily.

"You're so lucky you're pretty," Arrietty mumbled under her breath, poorly disguising her smile as she got to work on the lock.

[cyanhydrangea]

The Anime Kid [MM Donatello x Reader]

Notes: I didn't grow up in US so I have little to no knowledge about social groups in US schools, and how US schools work in general. Beware of inaccuracies.

Donatello enjoy his high school life so far, he excels in most subjects and has his own people in computer science club. (He still hangs out with his brothers in the meantime, like having lunch together in cafetaria). Life is good, everything is perfect.

Except, it's not. A little bit.

When he first got enrolled in, he expect there are clubs like Japanese club or anime club or something. But no, there isn't. Watching too much anime makes him forget the school system between US and Japan is different.

Meanwhile, you're a regular Japanese and anime enthusiast in the school. The thing is, you're a loner, so no one actually knows your love for anime since you never actually talk about it to anyone. But when you see one of the mutant turtles wearing a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure hoodie to school, you internally screaming and almost shrieking. You want to be friends with him so badly or at least just say "nice hoodie" but everytime he walked past you, no words came out as your anxiety kicks in. Every. Time.

Right now, you're alone in the music room, school already finished and you decide to refresh your mind by playing piano. You decide to play your favorite anime OST. You got lost in the melody for awhile.

What you didn't expect was the hand clapping sound after you finish the piece.

And the Jojo's hoodie mutant turtle guy at the door.

"That was aLIEz from aldnoah.zero, right? You played so good!", Donatello said.

You nod, still taken aback how he listened to you playing piano. Your facial expression makes Donnie thinks he's not welcomed.

"I'm sorry if I interrupt you, I'll leave--",

"No, wait!", you suddenly cry out, this is your chance to talk to him!

"Y-you watch aldnoah.zero?", you asked, nervously.

"Yeah! It's one of my favorite anime!", Donnie replied excitedly.

"Mine too!", you said, your anxiety suddenly gone when you finally found someone with the same anime taste as you.

"I'm Donatello, or Donnie for short", you know his name already as four mutants enrolled to school is big news to anyone.

You tell Donnie your name, and asked him if there's any particular anime OST he wants to listen in piano.

"How about Your Lie in April OST? Since you know, the mc plays piano", Donnie suggesting.

"Do you play violin, by any chance?", you asked while giggling.

"No, I don't", he replied.

You two laughed before you play Nanairo Symphony. Donnie listens while thinking this certainly would blossoms to a new friendship, he's excited there's more anime kid around, as you're glad you finally got to interact with the cool anime hoodie mutant guy.

Maybe you two would be the founders of future anime club in the school, who knows.

Notes: you can change the OSTs with your own favorite anime OSTs, as two mentioned above are the ones that crossed my mind while writing this.

#Cyan_Hydrangea

Date written: 18/10/2023

Crossposted from my AO3 account

[sllverchariot]

Get to You (Polnareff x Reader) Chapter Seven

♡ word count - 1.4k ♡ warnings - some brief mentions of previous trauma/emotional abuse/manipulation/cheating ♡ notes - this is crossposted on ao3 under the same username as here. there are currently eight chapters written and posted over there so i'll be working on posting them here as well. this fic follows the events of stardust crusaders with some changes obviously. if you are interested in following this fic, check it out on ao3! i will be more consistent about updates over there. enjoy!!

The past several days had been an absolute whirlwind. You struggled to believe that anything in your life right now was actually real. 

You very nearly spent the night in a fake, haunted hotel in a graveyard. You shrunk yourself down Magic School Bus style to go into the old man’s brain and defeat a microscopic stand that was trying to kill him, and now you huddled around a campfire in the middle of the desert at the end of a comical battle against ‘The Sun’. 

You wondered if one day you wouldn’t just wake up to find that this whole thing had merely been a dream, it all seemed too outlandish to be real life. 

Even now as you sat cross legged in the sand, hands outstretched over the fire and surrounded by your companions, you thought it might all disappear in the blink of an eye.

You pulled your blanket a little tighter around your shoulders, and sat in silence, still not quite ready to turn in for the night despite your exhaustion. You weren’t looking forward to sleeping on the hard ground in the paper thin tents. 

For once, it was shockingly quiet. Most of your group had already called it quits and crawled into their makeshift sleeping quarters, leaving only you, Jotaro, and Polnareff. 

After a few more moments of silence, broken only by Polnareff’s occasional interjections and Jotaro’s lackluster replies, Jotaro finally stood up from his spot and brushed the sand off his pants.

“Night.” Said the teen, before retreating into his tent. You had a brief moment of consideration upon finding yourself alone with Polnareff once again. But ultimately, you decided the comfort of the fire was more important than the discomfort of the silence hanging between you.

Nothing was heard but the crackling of the fire for several minutes, both of you sat there enjoying its warmth and avoiding looking at the other.

”Do you ever wish you could go back and start over?” Polnareff said suddenly, breaking the silence and startling you in your half-asleep state. “Like, maybe if I had the chance to do it all over again, I’d be able to do it right this time.”

You stared at him for a moment, although his gaze was fixed on the flames in front of you, you could see the hurt written all over his face.

”Hmm…” You started, your barely-conscious mind struggling to find the right words. “I mean, sure. Sometimes. But would you go back with the same knowledge you have now? Or would it be a completely fresh start, just a small chance that you’d be able to do things better this time?”

You saw the gears turning in his mind as he hesitated to answer.

”I supposed I’d go back knowing everything I do now. In a perfect world. And I’d be able to prevent all these terrible things from unfolding, because I already knew how to stop it.” 

“Yeah, that makes sense. But… maybe everything that’s happened up to this point was supposed to happen, as much as it hurts. When I really think about… all the things in my life that have led me to right here and now… I don’t think I’d want anything to change. I feel like I’m supposed to be here.” You absentmindedly traced shapes in the sand beneath you. “Even though it was difficult. To get to the right here and now, I think all that pain may have been worth it. Because I got to meet all of you. Because we have a larger purpose. That maybe all of the terrible things that happened in my past were supposed to happen, because if they never did I never would’ve got here, and that makes it all worth something.” You rambled on, trying desperately to string together something that made sense. 

“But then… Why did so many have to suffer just for me? Just so I could get to where I am now?” He spoke, anger evident in his tone.

You sighed, and looked back over at him, his brows furrowed and a hurt expression painting his face.

”I don’t know.” You replied honestly, unsure if anything you said right now would’ve been much help. You rested your chin on your knees, eyelids heavy as you stared into the fire. “But we can’t change the past, and even if we could there’s no guarantee it would actually fix anything. I think you’re too hard on yourself Polnareff.” You said, and finally when you looked over at him this time, you met his eyes.

His eyes were red and glassy just like the other night at the hotel. You wondered why you always seemed to bring out this sentimentality in him. Maybe because you were the only woman in your group, or maybe because he thought you already disliked him and didn’t care if you saw him at his most vulnerable. 

Seeing his weepy gaze, you bundled up your mess of blanket and shuffled over to him, plopping yourself right down beside him and sitting criss-crossed along with him. He was surprised at your sudden action, but when you placed a warm hand on his shoulder he seemed to settle.

”I don’t know what it is about being alone with me that gets you so emotional, but I have a feeling I’m the only one who’s seen this side of you, even knowing you the shortest amount of time. Despite all of that, I can say with certainty, that all of the tragic things you’ve told me about, were absolutely not your fault. Avdol, or your sister. There’s no reason for you to go about life blaming yourself for something you had no control over, or any way to prevent. The only people at fault for the loss of those lives were the people who took them.” You pulled the Frenchman into a side hug, which was especially awkward given the height he had on you.

”Even Avdol, who lost his life trying to save you. You think that it was your fault. And sure, maybe if you hadn’t been so hard-headed things would’ve gone differently, but it was Avdol’s choice to go out there and fight for you, and I’ll bet he would’ve done it all over again even if he knew what was going to happen. You can’t spend the rest of your life beating yourself up and being miserable about something you can’t change. All you can do is move forward, and be strong, and become the person Avdol and Sherry would’ve wanted to see you grow into.”

You released him from your grip, and cocked your head to look up at him, only to find that he was already staring down at you, his expression much softer now. 

The two of you froze like that for a moment, knees pressed together and eyes locked on each other. Your heartbeat quickened as you realized the sudden closeness between the two of you, and you looked away, face flushed.

”Thank you, (Y/n).” He spoke softly, breaking the tension that had been building between you. “It’s funny. Even though you’ve made it so clear how you feel about me, I only seem to feel comfortable talking about any of this with you. Something about you just makes me want to spill my heart.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re truly a strange one, Polnareff. I just can’t get a read on you. You’re so… Odd.” 

He whipped his head to look at you, shock and offense plastered on his face. “What! What do you mean odd?!” He exclaimed, and you were quick to shush him, stifling a laugh.

”Not in a bad way! You’re just… different, I guess. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met before. Like… when I first met you, I couldn’t stand you. But then you started to grow on me, and then you’d do something to piss me off again. Your personality seems to change at the drop of a hat, and sometimes I can’t tell which is the real you.” You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I think it’s this one though. This is the real you, and I know that I like this one.”

You bundled up your blankets once again, and stood up, looking down at the Frenchman. “I think it’s time I turn in for the night, I’m becoming delusional from lack of sleep.” 

He looked up at you, differently this time. A soft, innocent look, and you smiled.

”Goodnight, Polnareff.” You whispered.

”G-Goodnight, (Y/n).” He replied, and with that you turned away, crawling into your flimsy little tent, with the feeling in your stomach enough to keep you warm through the night. 

[thebigoblin]

2021 Fic Year In Review

Thanks for the tag @greyhavenisback and @radio-chatter!

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Total Number Of Completed Works:

102 on AO3. I crosspost between Tumblr and there so I'm pretty sure that's all of the fics I've written this year (which is actually my first year publishing fanfics!!!) Oh, wait, make that 103 because of the Sterek Secret Santa fic that hasn't been revealed yet!

Total Word Count:

*checks stats* It's a whopping 165, 447 words!! Including the SSS fic.

Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?

Definitely more. Way, way more. Like, I just wanted to write because Ideas, you know, that kept knocking at my brain to be let out. And I did let them out and now here we are. Wow. I'm feeling incredible right now 😂

Fandoms I’ve Written In:

Teen Wolf, MCU, 911 Show, Supernatural and BBC Merlin. Tho maximum fics are for a certain Sourwolf and Spark ♡

Most Popular Story Of The Year?

By both Hits & Kudos: Hidden Treasure (MCU)—it is so bad though ohmigod and it has 10k hits. What the ever loving fuck. But also, I get the appeal 😂 any and all "Peter Parker gets embarrassed by his adoptive family aka The Avengers and his classmates find out he is Spider-Man/find out how he is a well-loved BAMF" are top-tier, tbh.

What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year?

Hmm, let me think. Orbit (yours is the only one i'd follow) is probably my favorite. It's just me sort of being introspective on the various romantic relationships, with Stiles' POV. I especially love my Petopher one:

Peter and Chris are like gunpowder and a match, waiting to touch and to spark; Stiles doesn’t know who is who, all he knows is that they are two people who are meant to be in the same circles. On the exact opposite sides, maybe, but always with a path laid out for them to trace back to the other one.  

Like a never-ending path of love. More than love; family, hate, trust, respect.  

Peter and Chris have covered everything, and now they’re on the same side, in each other’s reach but still their own person as they move forward.  

Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For The New Year?

Keep writing? Yeah, that's one. Get the @sterek-roundrobinchallenge to be a successful Sterek event, that's another. And I'm planning on trying to do the 24 Fics in 24 Hours thing [edit: I linked their masterpost] that @bleep0bleep did... it looks pretty interesting. But I'll limit myself to just writing Sterek. (Can you tell they're my OTP by now? Lol). But I'll do that in like... May 2022. Maybe. Who knows? Not me. But it's nice to dream.

Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year?

Yup, sure did. I joined the @stereksecretsanta challenge, which was fun, but risky given that this is my first year writing and the deadline... oooof. Glad to have been done on time, tho. I'm just hoping now that my Giftee likes their gift <3

Oh, also, I wrote Thiam-centric fics. One or two, I think. I don't think I have a clear grasp on them yet, or it's like, I am not used to writing them. So writing them anyways was a risk.

Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion:

Lmao, Idk? No wait I lied. I'm definitely of the opinion that my fic We Honor The Dead by Fighting For The Living is severely underrated. I had a lot of fun coming up with the Legend! I actually really love this fic. I just wish more people would too :(

Most Fun Story To Write:

The fic mentioned just above.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story:

Uhhh, maybe all? Like in the way that I'm still forming my opinions on things that are not fanfic/fandom stuff, so I don't actually have many personal character headcanons—like, I don't have a favorite genre/artist of songs, neither do any of my characters etc. Stuff like that.

Biggest Disappointment:

The Song Challenge that nobody did except me and @deepestbelieverstranger 🙃 sooo I might've deleted the blog.

Biggest Surprise:

Meeting so many cool people on here and not being so socially inept that I ignored them in my anxiety 😂 but uhh in fic things, probably being able to hate a character—S*ott McCall—so, so much. Because while watching the show in 2020 I hadn't like... picked up on all the shitty things he did? I just didn't like him I knew that, because he literally told Derek in S1 that his family deserved to die, and the S2 Finale Bite Rape obviously. But that was disliking S*ott. Now I actively hate him. The canon version, anyways.

My Favorite Part Of Fandom This Year:

Meeting all the amazing people and being able to just share my love for these characters from a decade old growly-dramatic-over-the-top show ♡ Sure, there're always a group in all fandoms that's just here to rile others up and be Trolls, but I think the Teen Wolf fandom that I've talked to/interacted with are good. Most of them. And it's really nice because I've heard a lot of horror stories, too.

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Okay, so that's it! This got sooo long lmao. 🤣🤣 Anyways, I'm tagging the following people (No pressure):

@deepestbelieverstranger @ilovepeachystuff @novemberhush @steve-x-bucky @veryprecisehans @elisela @raisesomehale @ronni-right @ash-mcj @nutellarghh @fairytales-and-folklore @princecharmingwinks @eusuntgratie @sheetghsts @pray-for-sound and anyone else who wants to play!!! Open Tag <3