#i very much appreciate these asks thank yoy

[youssefguedira]

Reading early Eva can be exhausting, especially knowing what she is capable of; if she doesn’t outright faint from fear like the earliest volumes, she does weird shit like steer a motorboat towards a wall when se feels they’re so surrounded and all hope is lost (#128 La lunga notte) and D has to manhandle her out of the way and save them.

Honestly I prefer cartoon!Eva and 1968 movie!Eva before early comics Eva, but then it’s important to know where the character comes from before developing agency which could be seen in #179 A ferro e fuoco already when she pulls a ballsy stunt to save D’s ass after hubris got him caught. Early Eva was paralysed by fear, later Eva used it to fuel her rage!

early eva definitely goes through significant character development huh. i havent read much of the early comics (in diabolik chi sei she's very much like. amore do we have to do this rn we're on holiday and diabolik's like No I Need To Steal) but i do love where she ends up later on

[kakujis]

do you love me?;

tokrev ver.

synopsis: you/they wake them/you up at 3am.

ft + wc: isagi yoichi, michael kaiser, oliver aiku. around 2k

warnings: gn!reader, no set timelines, pet names, situationship (oliver) extremely! soft! oliver!!, slightly angsty (oliver), slight jealousy (kaiser), kaiser's is suggestive, none really for isagi! aaand that should be it!

a/n: i finally finished something!! i've been in such a rut not only with writing but with reading. TnT. hopefully i can write more once my semester is finished! anyways, i wrote oliver's in basically one sitting kicking my feet n screaming. also ily to zen cus i dropped like the entire fic in their dms LMFAOO. and ily to su for proofreading for me!! hope u enjoy ♡.

ETA: DO NOT TRANSLATE OR SHARE ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM. THANK YOU.

isagi:

you always saw the twinkle in isagi yoichi’s eyes when he talked about soccer. it was cute, charming, and part of what attracted you to him. when the two of you finally started dating, soccer was very much a part of your lives. you’d pop in at practice whenever you could and much to his delight, you’d even try to learn about his idols and the game. 

when you studied it on your own, it was fine, you could go at your own pace. but when isagi was there, it was a little different. he always had so much to say, so many techniques and teams to go over. he was like a walking soccer encyclopedia and you appreciated it, even when it got a little overwhelming. 

but tonight, as he talked your ear off about noel noa for the nth time, you found yourself dozing off. the black haired striker’s eyes were glued to the match he was playing on the tv, every so often rewinding or slowing down a play to explain it. you tried your best, really, to stay awake but it was nearing 3am and soon enough yoichi was speaking to himself. 

“man, that was sick!” he exclaims. he’s about to ask your opinion when he finally looks back to see your head in your arms, asleep. “…oh.” 

he rouses you out of sleep, shaking your shoulder gently. when you awaken you’re met with his pouting face. you blink off the drowsiness, rubbing your eyes. “sorry i dozed off…” you reach for the remote, but he stops you. “yoichi?” 

“do you love me?” you’re caught off guard by the seriousness in his voice and the intensity of his gaze. 

you nod, “of course i do.” 

“say it.” it’s not uncharacteristic for him to be intense at times, but the glint in his eye is something you usually only see when he’s playing. you didn’t think you’d see it now and it’s a bit amusing. 

“i love you, yoichi.” you say, a smug grin on your face as you poke at his pouty cheeks. “aww, are you upset?” 

snapping out of it, he waves your hand away, slightly turning while his cheeks blush bright red. “…no.” 

“my baby,” you coo, continuing to reach over and squish his cheeks, “i’m sorry for falling asleep, yoi.”

“it’s okay…” he mumbles, enjoying the attention, “i didn’t realize you were so sleepy.” 

“well, it is 3am…” you giggle, pointing to his alarm clock. 

it’s cute how fast his head whips around to look. “oh… my bad.” he apologizes, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. 

“don’t worry about it,” you shrug, before getting up and pulling at his hands. “let’s go to sleep, yeah?” 

but isagi pauses, conflicted, before glancing back at the tv. “… just one more play?” 

“yoichi!” you whine, the idea of cuddling with your boyfriend in bed being extremely appealing. 

“please?” he pleads, hands clasped, and you sigh, giving in to his doe eyes. 

“fine. one more. that’s it and then we’re going to bed.” you say, settling down next to him. but if you’re being honest, you’re never immune to isagi yoichi.

the light in his eyes as he rambles and talks to you about his favorite thing always overwhelms anything else. you love him, wholly and fully. and maybe that’s why you don’t mention anything as one play turns to two, which then turns into the entire match. not a single word escapes you as he loads up the next game, telling you “this next one is insane.” 

it’s isagi’s turn to fall asleep and as the sun peeks over the horizon, you press a peck to his cheek as you wrap a blanket over his shoulders. 

“good night, yoichi.” 

kaiser:

michael kaiser was many things, first and foremost a soccer player, secondly, a striker with a god complex and most importantly, your boyfriend. well, perhaps most important to you and although you’re mostly able to cast aside that doubt to love him fully, there are still moments when you just have to hear it. 

it’s 3am and kaiser’s in deep sleep, evident by the subtle snores coming from him. in contrast, you’re fully awake and sitting next to him, one finger trailing the expanse of his skin, from the curve of his cheek to the line of his jaw. he stirs slightly, but nonetheless stays asleep and that annoys you. 

“michael,” you whine, prodding at his cheek, “do you love me?” his eyelids flutter, face contorting to the singsong of your voice. 

“huh?” he responds, eyes opening and brows furrowing into a scowl you continue to prod. he grabs your hand, pulling it away from him. “what is it?” 

“do you love me?” you repeat, happily humming at his pretty face. 

he tsks before grumbling out a “nein.” he huffs before turning over. 

you pause, before scowling yourself. “what did you just say?” 

“nein.” he reiterates, closing his eyes. “goodnight.” 

you scoff, before shaking him again. “hey… seriously!” but it’s useless. kaiser’s decided it’s time for bed. truth be told, you should probably get some sleep too. but it’s annoying when you do feel like a side character in his story and not his co-lead. fine, you can be petty too. 

you round up your pillows, sighing and making sure to climb over him as you get off the bed. he catches your wrist as you try to leave, brow arched. 

“where are you going?” he asks, confused.

“the couch.” you deadpan. 

“why?” 

“i don’t wanna sleep next to someone who doesn’t love me.” you pout, hugging your pillow tightly. 

“it was a joke, liebe.” he sighs, pulling you down back into bed. “of course, i love you.” 

“hmm… you’re just pacifying me.” you say, hoping he’ll get the hint and finally give you some of the affection you’ve been craving. 

and he does, rolling his eyes before pressing a deep kiss to your lips. he makes sure to give you a few more afterwards, your giggle floating around his ears. “happy now?” 

“very.” you smile and he smiles back, but you can’t let him think he’s won just yet. “hey, i have a joke too.” 

“yeah? and you think it’s better than mine?” he teases and you grin even wider, nodding excitedly. “i’m all ears.” 

“okay. make sure you listen and like, really listen.” you command and he nods, moving his ear closer to your lips. “you’re a better player than isagi yoichi.” 

his face falls immediately and you burst out laughing, pushing off of him and grabbing your pillow again. you figure after your little stint, you’ll seriously be sleeping on the couch. 

“super funny, right? i should be a comedian.” you muse, before leaning down and giving him a peck on the cheek. “good night, emperor.” 

you turn to leave again, but kaiser’s quick to pull you down and underneath him. you yelp as he straddles you, pinning your wrists above your head. he’s frighteningly close, the tips of his blonde and blue hair hovering over your skin. 

there’s one thing about him that you don't know and it’s that he’ll never admit how soft you make him, how it’s actually he who melts at the sound of your voice. how it’s him who wants to hear nothing but endless praise from you, so maybe he did get a little mad at that joke.

“m-michael?” you squeak, squirming under his hold, “what are you doing?” 

“what do you mean? i’ve gotta remind you who the best striker in the world is.” he states and you recognize that look in his eyes. you didn’t think it’d rile him up this much. 

“babe, it was a joke!” 

he barks a laugh as you squirm harder underneath him. “it’s gonna be a long night, liebe.” 

oliver: 

“hey oliver, do you love me?” 

perhaps not the best time to ask, neon bright 3:00 AM displayed on your alarm clock lets you know that. but still, the beating of oliver aiku’s heart that drums through your ears prompts you to ask anyway. 

he’s asleep, or so you think, and shirtless, with the press of your cheek against his chest, his skin feels warm. shyly, you stay looking at the wall, sometimes trailing down to his limp hand. meanwhile, your fingers ghost over his skin, writing little “i love you”s and infinity signs like an incantation or a spell. 

“dumb question,” you continue, “i know you don’t.” you give a small smile, it’s how the situation between you two works. you can sleep together, hold hands, maybe even call each other ‘partners’, but you never breach that threshold. he’s always just out of reach.

but oliver is awake, eyes stirred open by the figure eights you’ve been writing on him. he’s been listening to you the entire time, eyes blinking up at the ceiling. 

“well… in case you were wondering, i think i love you,” you confess, your heart thumping wildly, “like a lot, actually. do you…  think i’m stupid?” you pause, before opening your mouth to say that he doesn’t have to answer, but oliver cuts you off. 

“not really.” he says, the hand that was resting on your waist, starting to stroke your skin. 

you freeze before pushing yourself up and off of him. “hey! h-how long have you been awake?” 

he smirks and you hate the way your heart flutters, “a while,” he sits up, “hey, i love myself too.” 

you deflate a little, it’s too much of the same, the same jokes and the brushing off of feelings. but you should know this by now, that he doesn’t love you. “yeah, just not me.” you look away, wishing he would lie to you just one time. “i should go-“ 

he reaches over, grabbing your chin between his fingers and leveling your gazes together. “i never said that.” 

you blink, wide-eyed and you’re not sure what to do or even what to say. and while you’re sure your heart is beating so fast you swear he can hear it, you’re also emboldened, mustering up the courage to ask, “never said what?” but your voice comes out small, whispery and featherlight. 

“that i don’t love you.” he says. he doesn’t break eye-contact, pretty two-tone eyes locked on yours. 

you can’t help your emotions, the way they swell up in you overwhelmingly, as if you’re drowning in them. 

“do you love me, oliver?” you’re too happy to be embarrassed by the break in your voice when you say his name, too fixated on the way he touches you so gently. it’s like he can’t hurt you now, no matter what he’s done before. 

he nods, the hand on your chin moving to cup your cheek as he strokes his thumb reassuringly over your skin. he catches the tears that fall, thinking that it’s much better to see you happy cry than when he does something stupid. 

“could you say it? please?” you sniffle, placing a hand over his, keening into his touch. 

he gives a breathy laugh out of nervousness, before he clears his throat and says it, loud and clear. “i love you, y/n.” 

you laugh through your tears, relieved, because all the time you spent wondering was okay and the wait was worth it. the way it rolls off his tongue is so natural and so warm it has your head spinning. 

he brings up his other hand, wiping away at the tears that continue to fall. “c’mon baby, you’re gonna cry all night?” he teases, squishing your cheeks between his hands. 

“‘m not dreaming?” you mumble, shaking your head, “this is real? you really love me?” 

maybe when you wake up in the morning it’ll be different. maybe he’ll be back to the same old oliver, the one who deflects and dodges all your questions. so maybe it is a dream. but, if this is a dream… do they always feel so good? and is it possible to stay asleep? 

he hums, before asking, “does this feel real?” as he leans in to press a kiss to your lips. it’s sincere and authentic, the kind that makes your heart bloom. he pulls away, but only slightly to rest his forehead against yours. you nod and he grins, “good.”

[cyborg-franky]

Thank you @tenzeniths for the support and I hope you enjoy this <3<3 Marco, Ace, Thatch, Izou [POLYAM] x GN Reader with chronic fatigue SFW WC: 1,500

You hated how you felt all the time, your body betraying you at every chance it got You felt tired, exhausted daily. Before you’d taken to the sea it hadn’t been so bad, more of a mild inconvenience but now you were part of one of the strongest and most notorious crews in the world. You really, really noticed it and you knew everyone else could tell you struggled.

Could see how you’d be okay one moment, your normal cheerful self and helping around the place. Either in Marco’s office helping with paperwork or with patients. Helping Thatch in the kitchen with dishes or cooking. You’d go on a mission with Ace, sitting alongside him on his Striker as you checked out a nearby island. Or when you helped Izou teach his division skills on the battlefield. 

But after a few hours, sometimes not even that, you’d feel all your energy drained, your ability to keep up, pay attention, or even stand just depleted, and you’d curse yourself and your body for being so useless and weak. You knew you couldn’t help it but that still didn’t make you feel any better. You didn’t feel like an equal to any of your wonderful partners.

Marco

He understood it better than the others. After all he was a doctor. Whenever Marco saw you flagging, the tell-tail signs you were struggling. If you weren’t working with him at the time, and he saw you starting to lose all momentum, he’d ask for your help.

Anything to get you in the office and sat down. He didn’t want you to get hurt where you couldn’t concentrate.

If you were already working with him when you started to feel the fatigue hit, chances were Marco knew before you even felt it fully hit.

“Come sit on the couch,” he’d say with his hands on your shoulders, rubbing soft circles with his thumbs as you sighed, the sound heavy as you looked up at his lop-sided smile and kind eyes. “I’m fine Marco,” you’d fight him on it, not wanting to feel you couldn’t even do something as simple as sitting at a desk and reading.  “It’s just paperwork,” 

He clicked his tongue and gave you a tsk knowing he was going into doctor mode any second. “It’s still mentally taxing. There is no shame in needing a break yoi.” He said, voice firm as he gently rocked you, urging you to leave the chair and go do as you were told.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” You mumbled and rubbed your forehead, feeling the agitation at yourself growing as you stood. “Don’t be sorry, it’s a medical condition and as much as I appreciate you trying your best, I don’t want you pushing yourself baby bird,” He said and kissed your forehead, leading you to the sofa sitting you down.

“I feel useless,” you added as he fussed over you, getting a blanket to drape over you. “Not useless, never useless yoi.” Marco brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “You keeping me company, that’s all I need.”

“Really?” “Yes, I promise.”

Marco had a way of calming you down. You soon settled and felt yourself drift off into a well-needed nap.

---

Thatch

Less chill about things than Marco.

Will 100% be on your ass about have you eaten today? Do you need a snack? What about water? Are you staying hydrated?

Thatch is the actual mother hen of the four.

If he wasn’t satisfied with the answer, he’d give you this look, tapping his foot but you knew he meant well.

You’d been helping out around the deck that afternoon, trying to at the very least. You sighed and slumped against the mast as you closed your eyes and tried to stop the lightheaded feeling rushing through you as you gripped the handle of the mop tighter, something to ground yourself as you tried to shut the world out. 

You could feel it, the way your energy just drained. You’d felt so good this morning that you’d fooled yourself into thinking you could do everything. But now you were paying for such a bold claim as mopping the deck, which had well and truly sapped all you had moments ago.

“Hey pumpkin.” You opened your eyes to see Thatch, and he had a worried expression on his face as he folded his arms over his chest and examined you. “How ya feelin’?” He asked as you shrugged your shoulders. “I’m fine,”

He tsked and gave you a scrutinizing gaze as you practically wobbled in front of him. 

“Come get something to eat,” 

“I’m fine,” you were stubborn, a trait many of the Whitebeard pirates shared. Thatch sighed and dropped his arms by his sides before he lifted you up effortlessly, slinging you over his shoulder and ignoring your protests.

Soon you were sat in the kitchen as Thatch made you a sandwich, making sure there were veggies and protein to help you perk up. 

“You didn’t have to,” you mumbled, feeling bad as he’d obviously spent most of the afternoon prepping for dinner tonight. “I know, but I wanted to.” he gave one of his classic broad grins and handed you the plate, kissing your forehead. “I gotta look after you. The others would kick my ass if I didn’t right?” he said, chuckling and ruffling your hair as he looked at you with such adoration.

After that you were given a chair and helped him do some lowkey little effort chores so you felt useful but it wasn’t too much.

--

Ace

People assumed Ace wouldn’t understand what you were going through. They thought that he was young and so full of energy that he couldn’t possibly relate.

Except, he could.

The times he’d wear himself out [granted, it took way more than it did for you] he would be overwhelmed with the need to sleep and just pass out in random places.

A type of exhaustion-based narcolepsy Marco had explained.

You both could see the signs in one another and as much as you wouldn’t wish anything bad on people, let alone someone you loved, it was comforting to have someone in a similar camp as yourself.

You could feel your feet dragging, feeling the aches in your body and were aware your mood was starting to dip lower and lower as your ability to cope with the day whittled away. 

Ace walked over and saw you looking frazzled.

You could tell Ace wasn’t much better. He didn’t have his mischievous glimmer in his eyes, his dark circles prominent and the smile on his face was a shadow of a smirk. His posture was slouched and lazy as he nodded to you.

“Do I look as tired as I feel?” you asked with a sigh and collapsed against his chest, feeling arms around you as he used you to prop himself up as much as you needed him. “Worse,” he laughed and kissed your head.

“Maybe we need to get you to bed,” Ace hummed, running a hand down your back. “Ace.” you looked up at him, giving him a look. 

Ace scoffed and rolled his eyes, pulling away enough to see the frown on your face. “Not for anythin’ like that. Although…” he trailed off until you jabbed him in the side. “I’m kiddin’!”

“A nap, just a little power nap to get us through till tonight, huh?”

Now, that did sound nice…

“Oh Portgas, you tease…” You sighed and let him pull you away to his room, where you both promptly fell onto his bed, embraced by the soft pillows and tangled messy sheets.

Neither of you had even managed to take off your shoes as you cuddled together to recharge.

--

Izou

Izou was much more ‘tough love’ than your other partners.

But even so, he tried his best to understand and learn about your illness. Knowing you couldn’t help it any more than someone with a broken leg could.

He was more of a fan of ‘preventative’ measures. Seeing you exhausted and fighting to stand up was hard for him, unsure how to deal with it in a positive way without feeling he was being condescending or coddling you.

So you’d have these little tea sessions and pamper evenings with him. 

“This one is said to relax your body and mind, makes rest all the more revitalizing,” he said and poured you a tea as you sat across from him with a facemask on, feet in a tub of warm water with all sorts of oils and herbs.

You weren’t sure how much of these things would really work but it was nice to be so cared for and doted on. This was Izou’s way of doing his best to show he cared and wanted to help.

“Tastes… bitter?” you said, slapping your lips together. “All the best remedies taste bad,” Izou countered as he sat down and sipped his own, making a happy sound as he closed his eyes. 

The room was nice. His room always smelt like incense and flowers, and the colours he’d chosen to decorate his space with were also calming. You felt good here, felt good with him.

“How do you feel?” he asked as he watched you, taking in all your little movements and reactions as you basked in comfort.

“I feel good, I feel like I’m recharging.” you watched the smile grace his face as he nodded. “Good,”

[pup-stnt]

MOOT APPRECIATION!!!!/ PEEPS IVE MET ON TUMBLR!!!!!!!

you guessed it....it's time to say thank ylu to my moots I've made...hashtag love you guys!

@rankballs76

Jo.....jo....I could NEVER ever THANK YKY ENOUGH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH even if we talk less and less, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED IN MY HEART BECAUSE YOUR JO THE JONAH I still owe you a drawing trust I'll do it one day I'm lazy imsorry(and LOVE YOUR ART I SWEAR THATS WHAT I WANT TO HAVE IT AS FUCK!!!), BUT JONAH LOVE YOU IM GLAD YOU ARE MY SON BE YOU BE A TRUE DIVA (ps I want tk talk but I feel SO BAD THAY YIUARE ANNOYED AT ME osrry) anyways LOVE HOW SWEET YOU ARE AND YOU ARE VERY COOL

@robo-boy

H-hey ehtan robo-boy SHOT DEAD IN THE BRONX LAST NIGHT, I was just bothering you...but YOU ARE COOL AS WELL, love talking to you and having silly moments with yku thankyog ehtnan and remember...and I LOVE YOUR DRAWINGS EVEN IF YOU THINN THEY ARE BAD and yiur writing hashtag #writeyourheartoutETHAN

@dendrob1um

zera...oh zera...I don't where tk start....at first I was scared at you, yoy asking for the art trade...and I was haoog ans so SCARED. and nkw...we know eachother even mkre...I could NEVER have wanted anyone else in yourplace LOVE talking to you everyday watch out me and joe are coming soon

@iamthedisappearingboy

Ohhh Mr Mikey meaty micheal...I am proud of mmyoy and Mr meaty micheal wedding...I loved seeing the honeymoon photos 📸 I could never have been happier to have been your mother In law...I hope you and meaty micheal are happy

@andre-and-cal

Last but not least..hi TAY hi hello ❤️ I KNOW WE DONT TALK A LOT LIKE AT ALL BUT I LOVENYOU SILLY POOKSTAHH MAKE ME HAPPY AND YOUR SO SILLY down right GOOFY TO THE LIMIT /pos bruhh someone get this TAY out of here broo my ass is on the floor SMILING AND DUIJG OF LAUGHTER!!

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

Can You Hear My Heartbeat Chapter 41 is up!

The tie-kink re-enactment

Summary:

Viktor has grown too bold. He can’t just make me horny like that before I have to skate. It’s time to rein him in. Since Viktor's greedy dog has thwarted all plans for the night after the Rostelecom Cup's short programme, Viktor is very eager to make good for it now that he is reunited with his Yuuri again.

Your favourite YOI novelisation (at least I hope it is) is back from its summer break. I hope that you guys will enjoy this chapter! 💙💜

Excerpt below the cover image.

“So, when are we going to tell it your parents?” Viktor asked as he steered the van to the expressway. The snow was falling more strongly now, peppering the streets with white blotches that melted under the wheels of dozens of cars heading hither and thither, and still coating the windscreen.

“Not yet.” Yuuri’s voice was a tired drawl. His dark eyes followed the periodic back and forth of the wipers as they brushed the snow away with untiring swiftness. A familiar undercurrent of tension hung in his words.

“Okay,” Viktor said softly. “We’ll wait until you’re ready.”

“Thank you.”

In the passenger seat, Yuuri closed his eyes and said no more. The pallor on his cheeks and the dark circles under his eyes were a tell-tale of the hell he had walked through during the two days they had been apart. When Yuuri was like that, it was best to just be there. But for once, Viktor did not feel like talking, anyway. His mind was still reeling from their reunion. A proposal, of all things, had been the last thing he had expected to happen. But in the short time that he and Yuuri had been together, one truth had crystallised above all: That he wanted to be with Yuuri for the rest of his life. He had stopped believing in ever ever after. But with Yuuri, it had come true.

“I’m proud of you, Yuuri,” he said when they sped along the motorway towards Hasetsu.

“Huh?” Yuuri said wearily. “Why?”

“Although your free started on the wrong edge, you fought through it and qualified for the Grand Prix Final. I admire your strength and your fighting spirit.”

“Oh,” Yuuri said softly, and his cheeks blushed. “Thanks.”

Why is Yuuri so surprised? How did he expect me to react? Of course, a clean skate would have been amazing, but Yuuri had achieved so much more at the Rostelecom Cup. The old Yuuri would have melted down in the free skating. If Viktor could only make him see!

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[ivryne]

# A DETECTIVE’S GUIDE ON GETTING A GF 💐

genshin smau | heizou x f!reader

synopsis — a detective’s guide on getting a gf !

step 01: get to know her

step 02: ask for her number

step 03: don’t get the wrong number

step 04: don’t mess up step two and end up with her best friend’s number.

— or in which Heizou ends up with his crush’s best friends number instead of hers and now he has to deal with the embarrassment. ( Did anyone forgot to mention that his crush’s best friend is also one of his favorite content creator?? )

pairings — heizou x fem!reader

warnings — misunderstandings, slow burn, denial, mentions of family issues, toxic parents, toxic ex, stalking (not heizou), timestamps don’t matter just ignore them

genre — romance, crack, slice of life, fake dating, idiots in love, slight enemies to lovers (sorta), modern college au! ( age 19-20 )

status — will start once i finish my scara smau

NOW SCANNING DEVICE . . .

featuring . . . nepo babies + yoi | teletubbies comeback

LOADING . . .

act i — oops my mistake

01. bitch who tf?

02. out of all ppl???

03. this hurts more than my mom’s sandal

04. screaming, crying

act ii — worthwhile

tba

act iii — take a chance on me

tba

COMPLETE !

NOTE. heyo I'm back w another au bc I have no self restraint or whatsoever. Hope u enjoy this one!! yn is mentioned to be from Inazuma but there r no mention of specific ethnicity.

(📓) means there r gonna be written parts!

taglist — OPEN! comment or send an ask to be added inside! <33 @exhaustedcommunist @raideneiari @cofijelli @richxelle @samyayaya @jan-penakulu

do not repost, share, or copy! Reblogs and likes very much appreciated!! Thank you for taking your time to read this! Hope you enjoy ^^

©️ 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.

[bunny-lou]

Im certain you dont remember me but im the same person who waxed poetic and basically rambled a shitton in your askbox nearly a year ago in like october about how i finished autophobia on very little sleep ans i loved it an insane amount now literally nearly a year later im back to do the exact same for grin amd bear it which i just finished and i promise to try and keep it short this time but i just want you to know that your writing is godly and i love it so so much you are one of my 2 favourite writers in the descendants fandom and your writing is absolutely marvellous i was truthfully in a terrible mood when i opened the fic i decided to read something for an older hyperfixation cause i was looking for some comfort as my state of mind is well absolute shit currently and boy did your fic deliver im so grateful to all of you writers and the work you do and your insane efforts and everything you create yoy have no idea thank you so much for putting your work out there its truly amazing and i would die for more of it (which as always is not meant to imply anything other than how much i love it i know how much effort gpes into your work and id never want my compliments to feel like pressure) im about to read instructions not included rn because fuck sleep but yeah i just wanted to tell you how much i love and appreciate your work before i fall asleep mid reading much love and i hope youre doing well

I do remember you and your kind words!

I appreciate you taking the time to reach out to me about my works! It's been so long since I continued anything, I worry that I've been forgotten about, so asks like this mean so much to me. Autophobia has been my baby for years, in a way more than Grin and Bear It has, so knowing it affected you and brought you such joy is amazing to know, it's amazing to know people love the things that I love, the things I create.

And just for the hell of it, here's a snippet of the final chapter of Autophobia!

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...But Jane’s action touches him nonetheless. Carlos wants to say thank you but he isn’t up for speaking yet. 

Maybe he’ll never speak again. 

Wordlessly, he reaches for Jane’s wrist. His fingers barely apply any pressure, she could break away with the slightest pull, but she doesn’t. Instead, Jane freezes and slowly looks at him. “Carlos?” 

Gently, he tugs at her, hoping to communicate what his mouth is failing at. He pulls until Jane is kneeling in the mess of blankets, right next to him, in his nest. 

You can come in. 

[magolandandfriends]

Hey Magolor and Crew, question for y’all. Is Magolor an Egg or/and an Cat?

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Magolor: they’re still going are they?

Marx, Taranza and Susie: egg

(You see I had no idea what to put- I was gonna put Kit but that’s more for baby animals so I scratched that- cat alien? Cat-like? Creature?? No clue he’s just a silly little guy)

(BUT THANK YOY FOR THE ASK!!!!! this was more on the silly side but I do love me some silly asks so don’t be afraid to give me silly asks!! Serious/backstory asks are still very much appreciated they might just take longer to complete BUT PLEASE FEED ME YOUR ASKS THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY NOM NOM NOM)

[opmarcozine]

💙 ASK MARCO 💙

Q: Hey, I just wanted to ask if you are doing okay right now? After everything that's happened, I really hope that you've been taking care of yourself as well as Sphinx.

A: Thank you very much for checking in on me! Your kindness really means a lot. I’m… Well, let’s just say I’ve been through this a few times too many to already know how to work through it all-yoi. But having Sphinx to protect and take care of certainly helps, as does the support from the people there. And let’s not forget the immense love and kindness people like you have showed me and my little project here during the past few months!

Get your zine now! 🛒

Preorders open until June 7

Appreciate any shares! @zineapps @zinefeed @zineforall @zinefans @zine-scene @zinecenter @fandomzines @zinesubmissions @anizines

[heartpascal]

hi, it’s currently 3am and I stumbled upon your ‘if the door wasn’t shut’ series. I’ve finished all the available parts and I’m in tears. I’m so used to fics glossing over pain and trauma, letting the reader hear “I’m sorry” and all the hurt goes away. This does not do that and I’m so happy it didn’t. Somehow you perfectly encapsulated the pain of abandonment and loneliness, so much so that my heart hurts. The reader character wasn’t quick to accept apologies, they were allowed to feel their feelings throughout the entire story. THE ENDING(?)!!! Don’t even get me started. I won’t spoil it in case someone comes across this before they read it, but I cried. The pure relief and acceptance of past events had me bawling, and i felt weight lifted off my shoulders that I didn’t even know had been building while reading the story.

I was able to relate to the character many times because your writing was just that good. ITS SO GOOD, I cannot scream it from the rooftops enough. I don’t know if you plan to write more, honestly I think the slight resolved open ending is amazing as is. No matter what you write, even if it’s not for the series, I’m going to be spamming likes for it 100%. Much love and excited to read whatever fics come next!! 💖

i……. . will cry. this is possibly the nicest ask ever omg. i love that series sm and to have somebody say something so lovely and kind about it makes me so :’)

first of all. 3AM??? I HOPE YOY GOT ENOUGH SLEEP OMG. sending you sm love HSHDHAH.

second, i am a firm believer of feeling your feelings!! and it also annoys me when i’m fics people are so quick to forgive like NO!!! it’s NOT that easy!!! you caused pain and you need to WORK to earn forgiveness, and more than that, it is up to the person who GOT hurt to decide when and if they want to forgive! and that comes after working through all that pain!!

i won’t lie i am very happy with where j left things in the latest part, and as of right now i’m not sure if i’ll go back to write another part within that sorta timeframe BUT that’s just because i was so satisfied by where it was left!!! because r is going through a journey and who knows where they’ll end up! but they’re making progress and that should be enough!

YOU ARE SO INCREDIBLY KIND THANK YOU!!! your compliments mean the world, i appreciate you so much <3 i will scream THAT from the rooftops until i lose my voice!!!

i love you, you are amazing, thank you so much <3

[hoshigray]

Hoshiiiiiii!! Dear lawrd! I just read your I Can Drink Your Sorrows and MY GOD! I wanted to ask for a part 2... maybe where either Geto tells the girls if something were to happen to him to help mom move on.. ORRR the girls trying to set Satoru and Reader up because they saw they are both miserable and deserve to be happy?!?!? 🤔🤔🤔🥰🥰🥰🥰

Feel free to ignore hehehehe. By the way, I am IN LOVE with your writing 👏👏

Much 🖤🖤 Lils

OH MY GOSH, THANK YOI FOR READING I CAN DRINK YOUR SORROW 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️💟💟 to be very honest with you, I had never thought of making a part ii for the fic as I feel that the emotional impact from that fic alone is too great and thought maybe it's better to just leave the pain where it is. And thanks to seeing this ask, I went back to reread (if you saw any grammar/spelling errors, no you didn't) and still kind of feel it's a good stand alone fic on its own.

....BUT!!! Since you brought it to my attention, I think the idea of the girls trying to bring the two together would honestly be very adorable 🤭 I don't quite know if I'll ever write a sequel to that fic; however, I appreciate your suggestion and will be sure to have it in my mind to reconsider if I do. And awwww stop, you're too kind 🤧🩷🩷 I saw ur comment on my sukuna req earlier and appreciate your input, love!! Have a good day/night, stay safe and drink lots of water this summer!!

[1d1195]

hi sam,

I need big sister advice...how do yoy stop yourself from liking something...and not just a person, just anything...celebrities, a fandom, a show, how do you stop the obsession before you go down the rabit hole

First and foremost 😭 big sister advice I'm 😭😭😭😭😭😭

AS ALWAYS--SORRY FOR THE LENGTH OF MY RESPONSE.

Okay, second, I am happy to give you my advice but I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask given my personal history with Twilight/1D/Harry.

HOWEVER. A little tangent: I am obsessed with iced coffee as well. Not sure I have mentioned that on here (you can probs tell from my stories, but anyway). I am constantly in a battle between "I should just make coffee at home" and "it's only $4" literally every day. I constantly here about how my $4 a day routine is attributing to my lack of a house in today's market. Not to toot my own horn but I do a lot for my family, my students, my friends, my boyfriend--pretty much anyone that enters my life, you get a piece of me that's yours to have. I don't do a whole lot for myself--self-care or otherwise. So I think life is short and I try to remind myself that $4 a day is not the worst thing in the world. (probably a bad mindset but if I don't do something for my mental well-being I think I'm going to explode).

The reason I say this is because I DO think life is short and you should allow yourself some indulgences. Otherwise, what's this all for? I'm not saying you should spend thousands on an obsession (see also: my Harry collection 🙃) but if you enjoy something, there's no reason you shouldn't as long as it's not causing you physical, mental, or financial harm (in my opinion).

For me? I have to limit myself. I used to watch EVERY interview, read EVERY article, watched EVERY Instagram story the entire 1D fandom had to offer and it became so overwhelming, so EXHAUSTING I had to stop. Like in my crazy teenage mind I thought that if I didn't watch EVERY piece of 1D things people would call me out for not being a real fan or that Harry/Niall would one day find out I didn't see their interview on Oct 12, 2013 and they would kick me out of the club.

It's part of why I had such a big hiatus on here. I am a huge planner so setting time for myself to do what I want to look at, watch, think about (albeit, it's very little time these days) is really important to me. Also, I have to decide if it's healthy or not for me to do so. I was staying up all hours a night to write stories and post and interact here on tumblr. It wasn't good for me.

I think just reframing the context is important too. I would like to believe I'm not really obsessed anymore. I have a great appreciation for shows and celebrities. I like to believe I know a LOT about Harry (but obviously I don't--para-social stuff ya know?). I know a great deal about How I Met Your Mother and The Princess Bride. I love potatoes, babies, math, reading, etc. I don't think these are obsessions they're just things I love.

Obsession often has a negative connotation and while I do like to tell people I have an obsession with Harry Styles for exaggeration/honestly what else am I supposed to call it? I don't think it's the right thing. Tbh, corny as it sounds I have the utmost respect for Harry. I think he's wonderful of course, and I wouldn't have known that without being so crazy for 1D for so many years.

So, I doubt any of this was helpful so I'll try to summarize:

I would really think if it's obsession or just something you really enjoy. I think there's a pretty significant difference. I also think it's okay to indulge in the things you love. Life is too short to not enjoy anything--especially something you're feeling passionate about. Moderation is important for this though. Your well-being is more important than knowing every detail about the thing you love. Not everything has to be an obsession.

If this wasn't helpful, let me know I'll try again 💕 Thank you for asking me for advice! This is like the sweetest, nicest thing 😭

xoxo

[jewishdainix]

I am in very pain after finishing Assassin's Quest but idk what tags to browse to avoid spoilers. If this isn't too much to ask do you have a few favorite posts/artworks without spoilers beyond AQ you could kindly link me to (or if you know what tag people use that is safe to browse) I would much appreciate it <3

Either way tho thanks for ceaselessly posting about rote I'm so glad I started reading it again (despite all the pain)

Well I tag each series individually and for the fitz books i even tag seprate books! Look on these tags:

#the farseer trilogy

#assassin's apprentice

#royal assassin

#ass quest

They should be free of spoilers but i also reccomend blocking the tags of the trilogues yoi havnt read yet!

[edwardpinestar]

Good day. I just wanted to let you know that I truly appreciate your writing style and your stories because they are so well-developed and draw me in to read more. If it's okay, I was wondering if you will continue with Shepherd of the Dead.💖💖

Thank you so much! I'm very flattered yoy like my writing. And yes, I will be continuing to write the Shephered of Los Muertos series- I have a lot planned for it, and have the third chapter of A Guilded Cage being written, though it is slow progress due to me working of another WIP and devolping a few new AUs.

While I will do fic requests for little things placed in the SoLM universe, most of what I write for it will not be requests, and will be posted on AO3, not Tumblr. I'm hoping to do more work on A Guilded Cage once I finish this WIP, however I can make no promises, due to how wild my writing schedule is.

I hope you have a great day, and thanks for the ask!

[xnchxntmxnt]

HI HI OMG I've been putting off submitting for your event but I'm finally doing it lol AND CONGRATS ON 700 I know I'm super late but I wanted to say it

—my name is Jack and my pronouns are they/he

—my date ideas are going to a mall (indoor or outdoor), going to an empty fast food restaurant right before it closes (I consider it a date I want to do this SO BAD), and going to an art museum

—I'm very much a shy and introverted person but when I'm with people I'm close with I'm actually quite chaotic (especially on caffeine oops). I'm actually hilarious and very creative but also kind of pessimistic and judgmental. my hobbies are seeing/being in musicals, listening to music, writing, playing video games, daydreaming, watching tv/movies/anime, and singing (especially in choir).

—I'm going with yuri on ice for the fandom this time (very excited lol)

—I'd prefer if my match-up was male

—pics in a separate ask <3

thank you so much and take your time!!

aaaa jack this was fun i need to write for him more actually. u give me excuses to write yoi and i appreciate it so much <3

your valentine's date is... VICTOR NIKIFOROV.

Alright look

It’s a late flight and he’s whiny and complaining about how he’s tired of airport food

He’s finally back to you for a little while until he has to go for another competition (but this time he’s bringing you with him ok <3)

It’s the day after valentine’s day and he insists he has to do something with you right now because he missed the day (the travesty!)

So. you drive to some fast food joint down the road a bit

And he’s ecstatic and very animatedly talking to the barely-above-teenage kid at the register who is just. Very slowly putting your order in (it’s late, they have no energy and this dumbass just walked in)

But victor is happy to be back to you and nothing will stop him from telling everyone so

He finally relaxes when he gets his milkshake and you both get your food, so he begins to tell you all about his performance and how he did (you already know because you watched it, but let him tell you anyway)

For the sake of not inconveniencing anyone we’re saying this is a 24hr open place

So he spends a while talking about how his competition went and all the lovely people & fans he met while he was out

And he makes this little shocked face and is like. Oh dear! He hasn’t asked about your time at home. 

Poor kid at the register

Anyway you guys go home after what feels like forever and he drives because you're sleepy

Keeps his hand in yours the entire time while hes driving and very carefully brings you up to bed 

[mamodewberry]

I need to say that Pichit is one of my favorite YOI characters, and I LOVED the way you developed his and Yuuri's friendship in NLA, I really enjoyed the part where Pichit practically hunted yuuri and got a little stalker because for him was DESTINED to be his best friend hahaha, I loved it! I laughed a lot and it was very sweet, whenever I hear songs about friendship I think of yuuri next to pichit's bed in the hospital or just always by his side because "pichit doesn't care about yuuri's scores, he loves him for being JUST YUURI, and that's perfect" I felt it and it was very amazing and smart that you thought of developing it like this, thanks for doing it.

I have a lot of questions about parts that were not seen, and that I have not seen that you have done one-shots; ;, for example when pichit supports Yuuri when candace made rumors about him, just because yuuri didn't reciprocate her feelings

And many more, I'm dying to ask about it if you don't plan to do them QwQ

And I'm so sorry that you didn't get an answer, but please always keep writing... there will always be someone listening or enjoying what you do a lot . I really appreciate you and gab sharing a little piece of your hearts or your personal experiences and turning it into such wonderful fics. Thanks for answering senpai, you are the best 🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢 (many little turtles for you, because you deserve everything)

Phichit and Yuuri are essentially if Gab and I got to be roommates in college :'D It was a ton of fun to write their chaos.

Gosh feel free to drop any questions you'd like! We have a couple one-shots planned. For the sake of not spoiling for those that do plan to read, we have some end-fic couples we'd like to delve more into. I'd say all our zine pieces have been NLA compliant and fit anywhere within the timeline from before, during, and after fic (if you haven't read those). If you plan on reading Man on a Wire, that touches on Viktor's Dark Years (after hair cut, before series)

Aww thank you so much ;o; I will always keep writing, even if I switch around fandoms from time to time. Thank YOU for being so sweet and asking us questions ;o; We love seeing the joy our work brings and in turn it inspires us! GOSH TURTLES!!!!!