#ilu all I promise

[peterpandemic]

I’m so used to blocking bot followers that now when I get real followers I sometimes have to stop myself midway to hitting the block button rip

[voidcreations]

A little video editing thing I made as practice.

The song is ▲◻X⬤♡☆◻⬤ by @lacecap,

DECT is by @mothcpu

I couldn’t figure out how to crop the video easily for the life of me I did NOT mean for there to be so much white space sorry!

In the original lyrics the ‘duet’ part is a bit different as I swapped around the lyrics a little at the last second. I felt it fit the characters better, I don’t really imagine mirage would refer to herself as dead. I also thought about hell and what that line could mean in this context but decided to leave it up to you guys to interpret as you wish :)

The binary doesn’t really translate to anything but I really liked the idea of it when listening to the notes playing as the shapes show up in the original video. Made me think of the binary part in 'little austronaut’ by Aku P. Mirage starts out with a 1 as she’s more positive and settled in to her situation while V2 is fresh from hell, having no strong emotions either way at the start.

[blindmagdalena]

Heeyy a bit of a self indulgent ask here but I had a phobia/trauma trigger today and it caused me to have a messy sobbing panic attack. Do you have anything on how Homelander would deal with his s/o having a panic attack like that? almost completely inconsolable. I know this is self serving and indulgent and I’m sorry for over sharing homelander is a comfort character for me and you write him exquisitely. If you’re not comfortable with this just ignore

Homelander was sixteen when he had his first panic attack. He'd flown further and faster away than he'd ever had the freedom to and collapsed in a dense woodland, sobbing and rocking his body against the cool forest floor.

He'd pulled his hair so hard it should have come loose, grit his teeth so tightly they should have cracked, and choked so badly on his own constricting throat that it should have caved in.

They didn't. He's invulnerable, after all. As solid as marble.

It was the first attack, but not the last.

That's how he recognizes it so quickly in you.

"Hey," he says, ears attuned to the rabbit-like pound of your heart. "Heyy, hey, it's okay. I'm right here, you see me? Hey." He's only just found you, he doesn't know yet what your trigger was, but he can ascertain that later.

Your staccato breaths and sharp sobs, the sea salt smell of tears streaking your cheeks, are nearly enough to rouse his own panic by proxy. He needs it to stop. He needs you to stop. He cares about you too much for you to scare him like this.

"Hey, you hear me?" He asks, cupping either side of your face. You can't answer through it. Your tongue is gnarled with panic and you're sobbing so hard he fears you'll choke yourself on it. He's not even sure you see him.

He takes you into his arms, one moving smoothly around your waist while the other cups the back of your head. He holds gently at first, grip gradually tightening, compressing your body against his in the hopes that the hammer of your heart will meet and match the steady beat of his own.

"Sssshhhhhhh," he shushes by your ear, lifting you just enough to keep you on your feet, but take from you the weight of your own body.

"I've got you. Whatever it is, it's okay. It's okay. I've got you. M'gonna take care of it, alright? Ssshh," he says, rocking you the same way he used to rock himself in the corner of the bad room, soothing himself with the thump of his own skull against those sterile white walls.

He knows it's working when you slip your arms around him in turn. He continues to hush you, whispering more honeyed assurances in your ear, the core sentiment always the same.

I'm here. You're safe. I love you.

It's everything he can think that he always wanted to hear in these moments of raw, horrifically human weakness.

Eventually, your breaths begin to even out, though your heart continues to thunder in his ears, still convinced that the danger hasn't yet vanished. He tries not to take that personally and scoops you up the rest of the way into his arms.

"That's it, just like that," he coos, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. "Breathe. Breathe. Good... Light as a feather now, okay? Like you can fly," he tells you, sharing the greatest comfort he's ever known. His only real escape has always been his weightlessness, the ability to shed gravity at will. He uses his strength in an attempt to share even a sliver of that sense of freedom with you.

Maybe it works, maybe it doesn't. All he knows is that your heart starts to slow alongside the flow of your tears. He kisses your wet cheeks, the bridge of your nose, your forehead. He whispers praise and love with each one, voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry," you choke out. He's appalled that would be your first instinct.

"Don't," he says firmly, though his voice is still low. "Don't. I can carry it for you. Carry you. What's the point of super strength otherwise?" He murmurs, a smile playing at the edges of his lips.

You almost smile back, and that's enough for him. He kisses the crease between your brows until it smooths, and the highs of your cheeks until the tears dry up, and your lips until they're ready to speak again.

He'll hold you for as long as it takes your body to realize the threat was only ever in your mind, and that there isn't a thing in this goddamn world he would ever let hurt you.

[quietlyblooms]

memories that linger | love and deepspace

there's always been something pushing against you. and not in the metaphorical, woe is you sort of way, but in the way that... well, you can't quite put your finger on it. there's nothing metaphorical about it, you think, but anyone else would swear it's just your luck. you believe that, too, when you aren't so displeased with the way things are going. there is something that tries to force your hand, change the choices you want to make.

you realize that sounds crazy. that's why you keep it to yourself.

you've stopped resisting the push so much these days. you feel it like a hand upon your back, urging you forward and into the hunter association's ranks despite your dream of publishing your manga. it feels simultaneously wonderfully right and terribly wrong, though the development of certain events quickly steals your attention away from that invisible hand. you want answers. you need them, and you'll march in whichever direction that leads you to them.

additional details

in this verse, i'm writing chiyo as the mc and toying with the concept of past lives like the game does, though i may also sprinkle in a little itty bitty bit of fourth wall stuff -- like chiyo having the thought, " this is like a game, and someone else is making my choices. " as a treat <3

but the focus will be more on fate bc chiyo really hates it as a concept, and that's so much fun to write in this setting :' )

when interacting with other mc's, we can decide if we'd like our characters to just so happen to be in the same boat, having grown up with grandma and caleb, etc. if not, i have no problem writing chiyo in her main verse! there's plenty to work with either way and i'm happy to adapt!

bc chiyo's parents and grandmother play such important roles in her development, they're alive and well until wanderers kill them during chiyo's freshman year of high school. this event leads to josephine taking her in. she was a friend of the family and as good as a second grandmother to chiyo.

i'll likely think to add more when i'm not sleep-deprived and as i progress in the story, but if you have any questions, just let me know <3

[carletes]

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[lighthouseshepard]

apologies btw if i said i was going to read something or comment on something or do. literally anything. and then i did not do that thing. life is very hard and i am very small and tired right now.

[divinekangaroo]

just enough to let me drown - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | ? | ?

During S6-E5, starting with Tommy meeting Diana at the narrowboat, how he gets back to Arrow, that particular Dinner, through to Tommy returning home after dropping Jack Nelson off at the train.

Tommy was running out of women who didn’t look like other women. If Lizzie found out, he’d have only redheads left to fuck in his old age.

No. No old age. Only this.

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Diana Mitford/Tommy Shelby, Past Oswald Mosley/Tommy Shelby, Tommy Shelby/Lizzie Stark, Past Oswald Mosley/Lizzie Stark, Jack Nelson, Charles Strong, Small Heath Sex Worker | Reference to Incest, Dehumanisation, Cigarette Burns, Disassociation, Racism, Class Issues, Intrusive Thoughts, Extremely Dubious Consent, Post Rationalisation, Flashbacks, Dyfunctional Relationship, Self Harm, Oral Trauma, Trauma, Plausible Deniability, Close POV/Unreliable Narration, Horrible Dinner Parties, Prostitution, Shame, Hurt/Comfort, Eating Inedible Objects, Vomiting, Pre-Seizure Markers, Where Fascism becomes a Personally Targetted Sexual Nightmare, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Falling Off the Wagon, Unreliable Memory, Hoarding, Orgasm Control, Innuendo, Ethnic Slurs, Trying (so fucking hard!) to Communicate (emotion is the enemy of oratory!), Spiralling, Purposeful Ambiguity, Failed Love Confession/s

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[seoulmatez]

i wanna hold a matchup or drabble event bc i have been feeling so out of place on here but i will also have to wait until the end of the month bc i simply don’t have time ugh

[cicidraws]

pls look directly on my blog for recent art. glad u like my old stuff but pls if u wanna see things in chronological order, there u go

[mothwingwritings]

Oh please your answer to the anon who asked about what if we got pickle’s attention is just !!?!:!:!!:!:&//9:8:£/£/£/ oh my god why do I love this man so much, and I rly like how you write yujir it’s well written! Bro won’t do anything he doesn’t get benefits off he fr piss me off but I like reading what you got for him specially that three parts story.. what would you think about the ending tho? Would yuji get enough of reader and go on his life or he is going to breed reader here and there like the filthy creature he is, cause poor kats he can’t do shit about it.

LOVE YOUR FICS💗

TYSM darling! I enjoy writing Yujiro even though he is possibly the worst person ever loool :ﾟ｡⋆ฺ(*´◡`)

As for the ending, it's honestly up to Yujiro and his horrible whims. I personally feel like if he gets invested in you enough, at that point you're just kinda stuck with him because he see's you are exactly that: an investment. He put time and energy into his 'bond' with you, and he expects things in return from that. You also have the added bonus of being someone who is very loved by others, so hurting and fucking with you is like killing two birds with one stone because it also hurts those people too. If fucking you and knocking you around a bit is going to piss off Baki so much he becomes stronger and more worthy of being his opponent, all the more reason to keep doing it. <3

And your poor SO, whether is be Katsu or someone else... Just damn. I'm sorry dude. (╥_╥)

[austerulous]

Your girl is down with a chest infection. I’ll likely be laying low for a few days. Be good. ♡

[thefatalmarksman]

*does a sit here* hi everyone I’m Getting Through It and dealing with irl things but I feel like things should be settling down and i do miss being here and on Kuja. :’< and lemme tell ya when I DO come back… if anyone wants to tickle my horror bone.. bc it’s what I’m Feeling.. yknow….. 👀

[planet4546b]

i should go back to my lighthive au…that was cool..

[lighthouseshepard]

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[dokitm-arch]

me simping for riku: me simping for itto: me simping for silver: me now simping for caelus: ...i'm sensing a pattern here.

[lovedmagic]

hello this is a threat to all Ju.via blogs bc I have an almighty need for chel/juvia interactions

also having a love themed character is exhausting. every time i hear romantic songs i imagine plots for her and im always a goner