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[kiochisato]

SHE WISHES TO SHOUT, LET HER SHOUT!

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Request for Gio

If you want me to draw your favorite ship, send over a DM :)

[postcard-from-the-past]

Italian singer Ida Isori on a vintage postcard

[cassynite]

Ok, color me intrigued about the Daerrow pregnancy fic 👀

alsjfsklajs thank you so much for the ask, Ash!! I am going to put all of this under a cut since this will be touching on both pregnancy and abortion topics.

So this fic would detail how, about three years post-Crusade, Sparrow gets pregnant--it's an accident, they didn't plan for it. In fact, Daerrow have never even talked about having kids at this point, despite that being like a normal conversation to have when you're with someone. Sparrow assumes that 1) Daeran wouldn't want kids bc it would cramp his lifestyle and 2) Sparrow would fundamentally be a bad mother, despite secretly really wanting a child/to build a family.

The main crux of the fic focuses on two conflicts: whether or not Sparrow should terminate the pregnancy, and both Sparrow and Daeran learning secrets about their parents that force them to confront their own feelings on parenthood and their thoughts on if they want this, if it would be a good idea even if they did, and what being parents would look like for them. It also features a Big Fight since uh. Sparrow keeps the pregnancy from Daeran for longer than it's wise and he possibly doesn't learn about it from her.

I'm not going to lie, for the longest time it was going to end with her terminating because they weren't ready at that time--mainly because i wanted to subvert the accidental pregnancy trope, but honestly I do think they would eventually go through with it and have their daughter, Isori!

And here's a snippet I've written for early in the story:

"I want to try and find my family," Sparrow says into the dark. Next to her, Daeran makes a muffled noise of confusion into his pillow. "Is that what you have been ruminating on all night?" he asks, and of course he noticed she was distracted. "What do you mean?" Daeran knows the full story of her past, or as much as she knows herself of it--the sunny cliffs over the giant ocean that she once called home, and her brother who raised her and died. But those have always just been snippets in her mind, fragmented by the nightmare that her life became after the slavers took her. "I had parents, once," she says. "I think Crow used to talk about them, from time to time. They might be alive." "And you plan on going to Dehrukani to find some trace of them? What will that accomplish?" There's an edge in Daeran's voice, and Sparrow turns to look at the dim halo of his body. "Alkenstar, actually," Sparrow says. "My brother was mentored there, and it was the last place we ever saw our parents. I don't--it's not much to go on, but asking after an engineer who mentored a child prodigy with a toddler in tow twenty years ago should narrow things down. It could be an actual lead." Another pause, and finally Sparrow sees Daeran relax with a heavy sigh. "I will be frank: I don't think this is a good idea," he says. "Focusing on the past has never served anyone well. You're just going to dig up old wounds, and for what reason? Sparrow, what has brought this on?" Sparrow's throat tightens, the words choking her silent. I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do. There's a box with tea leaves that would solve this problem and I haven't taken it yet. I haven't told you because I don't know how you'll react. I don't even know how I want you to react. What did my mother think when she was pregnant with me? What if I could find her and ask? What if she has the answers I'm looking for?

[rusty-gloinks]

Am Rose. I am writing to seek your support in the form of a donation to alleviate the pressing challenges I am facing. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I find myself struggling to meet basic needs, particularly in terms of financial stability, access to food, and secure shelter.Your generous contribution would not only provide immediate relief but also contribute to rebuilding a stable foundation for a brighter future. Every donation, no matter the size, will make a meaningful impact on my journey towards stability.I sincerely appreciate your consideration and am grateful for any support you can extend during this challenging time.

Ii cantk. Mdotjtjwj.q. Donatjje. Isory isoru

[kibijou]

help I can't stop listening to this ToT

[justapurrcat]

For the handwriting asks: 20, 32 and 39 c: <3

Thank you so much luv 💜

Enjoy my terrible handwriting hahahaha

20. favorite lyric(s)

Ooof there are sooo many... but at the moment:

I will be the fire and the cold

A winter shelter

I will be what you breathe

I will understand what you have inside

And I will be water to drink

The meaning of good

I will also be a soldier

Or the evening light

And in return I ask for nothing

Just a smile

Your every little tear is an ocean on my face

And in return I ask for nothing

Just a little time

I'll be a banner, a shield

Or your silver sword

32. favorite season(s)

(Can you believe this has been the hardest one?)

39. a random fact about yourself

Handwriting Asks

[pastelwitchling]

What are your opinions on isobel/Greg or maria/Greg as ships?

I really love the idea of Isobel and Greg, actually. I keep thinking of Isobel trying to get Michael and Alex together while Gregory thinking that Alex is better off with Forrest and is happy with him, and Isobel would just glare at him when he intercepts her attempts to sabotage Forlex dates, and he’d cross his arms stubbornly and tell her that his little brother has already been through hell, and that her brother hasn’t been helping, and that he wants Alex to be with Forrest.

[t-lostinworlds]

I saw someone dumping bunny pics on you and now I'm all ears.. (god.. why am I like this?) Anyways.. here's my contribution (aka me trying to be part of sth..): Chino. :D <3

i like that pun laksak BUT YES YES OMG LOOK AT THIS BABY 😭🥺 chino is freakin adorably omigosh 🥺🥺🥺 this is so wholesome thank you angel ❤️

[maureenkpliskin]

Isori again :)

[space-malex]

Speculation time; to distract you from the angst lol.I know Isobel ‘s next relationship is going to be with a woman probably Charlie 🤷‍♀️,But what are we thinking about her endgame? Charlie? Kyle? Gregory?

Doubtful it’s Charlie unless she is brought in as a series regular. I could see the possibility of Kyle or Greg, and Isobel definitely has good chemistry with both. But honestly? A big part of me that really wants it to be Rosa. I love their relationship, I love their connection, and I love every moment that they interact. Isobel is more open and vulnerable with Rosa than anyone else besides Michael. Rosa is the same. She opens up so easily to Isobel and shows her softness without pretense. I know that there’s an age difference, but I just think it kind of makes a cool story that two women who were victimized by this evil guy find love with each other. I feel like Noah’s connection that he felt toward Rosa may have very well manifested because of Isobel herself. She was his eyes to the world. And yes, we know the girls didn’t get along in high school, but Isobel may still have felt an attraction or a connection there that transferred to Noah. As for Rosa, we’ve been told that she didn’t return those feelings, but some of her behavior in the flashback episodes sort of seemed to hint otherwise. And honestly Maria thought Rosa had a boyfriend bc she took extra care with her makeup when going to sneak out with Isobel. So....?? 

[mahvaladara]

Dinner with Avantika.

[mojo72400]

Thanks for the updated photo.

Now they match like the engaged couple they are.

Request for Gio

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[bm-european-art]

Events in the Netherlands from 1673 - 1674, I. Sorious, 17th century, Brooklyn Museum: European Art

Size: sheet: 17 3/4 x 22 1/4 in. (45.1 x 56.5 cm) image: 17 x 22 3/8 in. (43.2 x 56.8 cm) Medium: Etching on paper

https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/opencollection/objects/83149

[raemanzu]

5, 6, 10, 28 for Isori

5.What is your OC’s first memory?Considering that I can't say for sure what my first memory is, and I assume this is the case for most people, I'll say that ONE of her early memories involves being carried around by her older sister Lupali, by her feet, upside down. And then tickled mercilessly until she peed her pants.There's also the time Lu tricked her into thinking that she was related to her favorite radio drama star, and then Isori started telling everybody she knew, and when people asked Lu if it was actually true Lu just said "yeah Isori's adopted" and winked.

6.What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?Sadly, the animal population of Tiraseh is at present woefully underdeveloped, so it's hard to say what Isori's favorite or least favorite animal would be. Most of them would be aquatic... and because I can I'm going to say there are various bioluminescent organisms and those are her favs, and there's some kind of creature with a hard shell that clamps the shell shut on unsuspecting waders' feet like a bear trap and Isori's always been afraid of them even though they're realistically about as common as quicksand is in our world.

10.What deadly sin would best represent your OC?I would say either Pride or Envy. Probably Envy is better since her pride is reactive and more of a show because underneath her stubbornness she's pretty insecure. She likes to have the last word and looks down on others quite a lot in terms of being awake and aware of society (she's a conspiracy theorist, I mean, come on) but some of her resentment towards people in general comes from her sense of isolation and awkwardness.

28.What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?Isori is a bit nervous in general yeah, lol, and since mild drug use is very commonplace on Tiraseh  (because so many of their foods have psychological effects), she keeps a little bag of calming fungi of various types on her, but when she wants to stay "clearheaded" she can be a leg jiggler and a hair-fidgeter (tightening her ponytail or running hands over/through it)... and sometimes a compulsive chatter/rambler saying things just or the sake of filling silence, even if she facepalms afterward about how random or awkward something she said was.

[atlaese]

under the soft translucent linen - m.m.

summary: soft touches in the early morning pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader tw: allusions to smut, fluff, scars & injuries words: 956 a/n: this is my first time writing for matt murdock from daredevil :) also @isory i don't think i would've ever even thought about writing this if you didn't mention it, so thank you 💗 p.s. title came from this poem

reblogs and comments are appreciated ✨💗

MATT MURDOCK MASTERLIST | MARVEL MASTERLISTS

Matt and you had walked back from the bar together, your arm wrapped around his upper arm as you guided him back to the apartment you shared in Hell’s Kitchen. Soft laughs were bouncing off the walls as you stood in the elevator together, his nose nudging yours as you kept backing away from his lips, a grin on your face. Matt tried his best to capture your lips, but you’d rather wait until you were in the safety of your home, the harsh fluorescent lights in the elevator making your head spin.

The two of you had needed to take a breather, especially after all the hard cases Matt had taken on, on top of his nighttime duties and your work as an immigration lawyer. It made for long days, short nights and not much time to share between the two of you - let alone to go out and have fun on a cosy fall evening like this.

Both of you had refused to let the night end, even though it was 2 am already. Tomorrow was a day for rest, for relaxation and to catch up with each other. It was the weekend and it was time to get away from the noises of the city and all the problems that surrounded your jobs and side hustles and get reacquainted again with the bond that connected the two of you. The bond that had been on the back burner for a little too long, making you gasp for air when you thought of how little time you actually spent with Matt the last few weeks.

Matt’s skilful fingers had undone the little buttons on the back of your blouse, softly pressing delicate kisses against your spine the lower he went, taking his sweet time as you enjoyed the lingering feeling of his lips against your skin.

After you had carefully taken off his maroon sunglasses, his brown eyes fluttering shut as your fingers brushed through his hair, kissing his throat as he tried his best to not drag you to the bed and undo the little buttons of his shirt at a much quicker pace than you were doing right now.

It was a few hours later now, the sun just starting to peek through the early morning clouds as Matt was tracing a finger over your sternum, slightly skimming the swell of your breast and going over your ribs, checking your skin for new scars or indentations he hadn’t felt before or just to get reminded what your skin felt like again.

His gaze was strained on his finger as you watched him, your face pressed into the pillow.

“When I’m stressed,” he whispered, just loud enough so you could hear it, “I focus on your heartbeat, the-the steady rhythm calms me down, takes away the edge after a long day.”

His eyes were still watching his slow-moving fingers as if he was trying to map the exact pattern that was your skin, where every little dent was or every little blemish.

“And, whenever I get home late at night, after a scuffle or something, your scent hangs in the apartment and it- it just instantly makes me feel safe,” he softly added as he scooted a bit closer to you, his whole body weight pressing down on you, deliciously caging you in as he cuddled closer to you.

You groaned a bit as he hung over you, but now it was your turn to softly graze his skin with your fingertips as he quietly breathed in, his head buried in the space between your head and your shoulders.

Quickly pressing a kiss against his temple, your hands roamed around the expanse of his back, fingers delicately going over the scars he sustained over the years as the vigilante of Hell’s Kitchen. Your vigilante.

“Hmm,” you mumbled as you felt a new scar forming on his left shoulder, “when did this happen?”

Matt hesitated a bit, mulling over the thoughts that were shooting through his head, thinking about the countless fights he had with terrors that roamed the streets of Hell’s Kitchen at night.

“It’s uh-, this guy grazed me with his knife, I-I wasn’t paying attention, really.”

Lightly pulling back your head, you watched as his face contorted in a grimace, hearing your heartbeat quicken as you wanted to reprimand him for being uncareful. “Honey, Matt, you can’t do that. You promised me you’d take care when you’d go out at night.”

“‘m sorry,” he mumbled in your ear, then he pressed a kiss against your jaw before dropping his head again.

Your fingers continued on the adventure they were on, exploring the dents of his spine as Matt let out a sigh of content, happy to spend the night and day wrapped up with you under the linen sheets.

“I love you,” the words tumbled out of your mouth with ease, spoken often and every time with as much care and love as now. “I hope you know that.”

Matt lifted his head again, opening his eyes as he gazed at your face, your pulse quickening at the lovesick smile that was plastered on his face, making his pulse skip a beat at the sound of your quick one.

“You have my heart,” he said, putting your hand against his chest, right above where his heart was battering in his chest. “I’d do anything for you.”

You grabbed his chin in your other hand, bringing his face closer as he nudged his nose with yours, once more. “I love you, too.”

His lips tenderly slated over yours, for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, and Matt pulled the soft translucent linen over both your heads, sheltering you from the cold morning.