#just take it ty

[byanyan]

3 - 5 things your muse can be identified by

emotions / feelings

rage

frustration

mischievousness

hostility

excitement

greetings

"hey."

"fuck off."

friendly (but strong) arm punches

no greeting, simply jumping straight into what they want to say

colors

pink

purple

iridescent (it counts as a colour ok)

black

silver

scents

sweet berries

sweat

weed

blood

smoke

clothing

colourful and/or edgy platform boots

crop tops and cropped hoodies

leather jackets

streetwear style cargo pants

cute, flouncy skirts

objects

iridescent knives

sketchbook

body jewelry

huge pink backpack

lighter

vices / bad habits

smoking and drinking

drug abuse

theft

picking fights

reckless self-endangerment

body language

either too casual or too tense for a situation with no in between

impatient finger tapping

always fidgeting with something — clothes, jewelry, knives, lighters, etc.

arms crossed or hands on hips

dramatic eye rolls

aesthetics

kawaiicore

pastel grunge

egirl

kawaii punk

sanriocore

songs

give it to me

hold me like a grudge

what i want

[wheneverfeasible]

Modern Steddie AU idea.

Steve hates his last name. He hates being reminded that he’s a Harrington, hates that his family, his parents, are still a part of his life in this way even after having gone fully non-contact with them years ago. He knows that he could technically just pay to legally change his name, but that’s a process he doesn’t really want to deal with at the moment.

So he puts out a personal ad.

Wanted:

Person for marriage of convenience. In desperate need of a new last name. Gender does not matter. Serious inquiries only.

He of course puts in his own specifics down as well, as well as a bit more of explanation that he just wants to get married to easily change his last name without having to do all the additional paperwork required if he just bought the change himself. That it would just be a marriage in name only until they could quickly divorce.

He gets a lot of bot replies, and a lot of creepy men saying they could be his sugar daddy, and even some creepy women too. He’d expected as much, truthfully.

But then he gets a message from someone with genuine questions, a man close to age to him who jokes that his name isn’t the greatest either, but that he’s happy to share it. Turns out this man needs a green card marriage actually, and he’ll happily let this stranger take his name if he can help him get a green card so he can stay in the States where his uncle lives.

So Steve agrees, and he meets Eddie Munson 20 minutes before he marries him and becomes Steve Munson.

And of course, by the time Eddie’s green card is permanent, the thought of divorcing never crosses their minds.

It makes for a great story at their ceremony after they renew their vows in a real wedding this time.

~

Hostage Hotties:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @honeii-puff @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-wierdlife

@everywherenothere @bumblebeecuttlefishes

[choccy-milky]

sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )

[turtleblogatlast]

I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.

[lambment]

I just wanna say I love your lamb so much lol, they’re like a big puffball to me

You said puffball and I had a vision

[kitty-gray]

"You took yourself away from me" motherfucker you left the country

[nottsangel]

i just saw this post by @bloodibambiidoll about copying/taking inspiration from other writers, and i couldn’t help but recognise a lot of the same issues in the harry potter fandom as well lately— not just with me, but with other writers too.

if you take inspiration from another blog in any way, always make sure to give proper credit. as dolly mentioned in her post, the mentality of “this has probably been done before in fanfiction so it’s not copying because they didn’t invent it!” needs to go. if you’re unsure if something is theirs, message them! if you are inspired by their content/blog/AUs/layout, make sure to tag them, always! if you aren’t sure if they’re okay with you taking inspiration, ask for permission first!

it’s incredibly hurtful when you work hard on a certain concept, AU, idea etc., and someone takes it from your blog just like that, after you’ve put hours into the creation of it. if you don’t properly give credit to someone, people won’t be able to find the original creator.

and no, adding “i got inspiration from someone else, but i don’t remember who” in the author’s note is not giving credit. if you’ve taken inspiration from someone else, the least you can do is put in the effort to find and tag the original creator.

another issue i’ve noticed is writers sharing ideas (whether they’re posting short blurbs, teasing AUs, or just tossing out a simple thought), and other writers taking that and writing their own fics based on those ideas. that is not okay. you do not know if the original poster is planning to write their own fic based on their idea/thought, and you cannot just take it.

no writer should feel scared to bounce ideas off of people on their blog out of fear that someone will take those ideas or thoughts from them and write it before they even get the chance to. if you like a certain idea or thought someone has shared on their blog and aren’t sure if they’re planning to write something on it themselves, ask them!!! it’s really that simple!

it’s so discouraging and disheartening to see some people take other writers’ content and ideas so easily and without any shame. it’s rude, inconsiderate and not okay. where is the creativity? where is the originality? where is the respect? i encourage everyone to be mindful of this. thank you for reading and reblogs are appreciated to spread awareness! ♡

[deoidesign]

Thinking about vampires, death, life, and the space they occupy in between

[crazymecjc]

but can you imagine Jace from Act3 end up seeing Viktor from season 1 and BECOMING absolutely crazy, careful, obsessed with staying with him all the time/making sure he doesn't get evil/corrupted by the Hexcore and still with the knowledge that this man saved him countless times from death, that he chose him in all dimensions and possibilities and that Old jace from the past DIDN'T realize it.

HI ANON. IM IMAGINING ‼️‼️‼️‼️

(I’m taking jayvik drawing requests! send me an ask!!)

[hattoriscap]

tour bus cuddles and/or remembering they can't actually fit anywhere for tour bus cuddles🥺 lyyyybb

praying for the person in the bottom bunk bed rn

[ash-and-starlight]

modern au and esen’s honkers are haunting the instagram feed

[arolegos]

im way too scared to say this on main but icl i love lloyrumi n' i love ur lloyrumi art ... can u draw them more for me ... maybe dr harumi meeting sora and jordana like 'damn lloyd they js like us fr fr ???'

i love when the relationship dynamic is "kiss marry kill? all of the above"

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Julian Blackthorn’s constant awareness of his siblings is both so heartwarming and so heartbreaking to read

[hoaxghost]

Just dropping by to tell you your art is crunchy and savory, it's like thinly sliced tuna sashimi served on a wasabi flavored corn chip. You know, like an appetizer of a really nice fusion cuisine sorta place. The hole in the wall kind that looks like shit from the outside but when you look it up online it has a Michellin mention.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Smells like a wedding. You're breaking my heart down here, Blank.

JOHN CUSACK and MINNIE DRIVER in GROSSE POINTE BLANK (1997)

[petrichorium]

also on my hands and knees dying to know about ur divorce (and perhaps reconciliation maybe…) with sir croc

Firstly I wanna say croc is THE reason for the divorced tier I had everyone in the husband/fiance/bf (and cusp + complicated) tiers I had the list downloaded and then I looked at croc in the husband tier and I was like no. Divorced………

Anyway I think you’re a marriage of convenience at first. Crocodile needs a wife to look more like An Upstanding Citizen Ready To Settle Down for his plans in Alabasta, you need the stability and rapport for your own reasons. A deal was struck (including a nice shiny prenup and an easy way out for both of you), the wedding goes off without a hitch, and now you’re cohabitating.

You’re all but a stranger, truthfully, though he’ll admit you were one of the most beautiful brides he’s seen walking down the aisle. And he finds your presence in his home less distracting than expected—you stay out of his way mostly, though the pair of you eat meals together and sleep in the same bed and you are always expected to be on his arm for formal occasions. You’re more than decent company, slowly warming to him and growing more open; willing to give advice on occasion, even, and it’s good advice he’s prone to heeding.

Which is why he’s blindsided when you drop the papers on his desk. There’s little he can do—they were practically already signed before the wedding, and in the surprise he can’t compose himself enough to think up a proper protest. All he can do is fold his hands together as you turn to leave, clear his throat, and call out, “Might I ask why?”

You shrug. It almost seems sad. “I want something more. You’re a very busy man, I don’t think you can give that to me.”

And those words haunt him, all the more because every trace of you is gone in the span of a few days. He lays in his bed, alone, pondering how much you truly lived in his home and how much he truly had to give you. He thought he made sure you wanted for nothing—but, clearly, that wasn’t the case. And if he’d known you’d be gone in the span of a few years…

In hindsight perhaps he’d been a bit distant. His work took up the vast majority of his time. All those meals were more often than not spent in silence, with Crocodile leaving long before you finished your food; you were often asleep before he came to bed, still slumbering when he woke; he’d arrive to those formal events with you on his arm and part ways almost immediately, drawn to meet with some politician or another and leaving you on your own.

The bed feels empty.

And then he gets a report about Nefertari Vivi. It all goes downhill from there. The empire he spent years building crumbles beneath his feet, toppled by that godforsaken princess and the upstart pirate with a straw hat. And as he’s carted off to Impel Down… he still thinks of you.

It’s perhaps a good thing that you left when you did. In a certain sense it saved you, severing ties with him when you did. But foolishly he wonders about the timing—wonders if it would have happened at all if you’d stayed. Logically he knows the rationale is anything but sound.

Instinctively… whenever he gets out, whatever he intends to do next, he thinks he needs you at his side again.

So when the break-out happens, and Crocodile is given a freedom he’d nearly given up on, the first thing he does is begin to track you down.

It takes more than he thought it would. His web of informants isn’t half of what it once was, and his name no longer pulls as much weight, forced to remain in the shadows as he now is. You, meanwhile, catch onto the mystery person trying to keep tabs on you far too quickly for his liking—flighty thing, never quite setting down roots, quick to flee at the first sign of danger. A trait that has only seemed to worsen in his absence, it seems.

But it’s only a matter of time. He’s Sir Crocodile after all, back from banishment to the depths of the ocean, sure to see the sun again. His men close in on you within a year as he builds up his numbers again, but Crocodile ensures he’s the first to make contact.

He intends to show you immediately how things will be different this time.

You’ve made temporary home on a quaint little island, sharing a house with a little old granny who lets him in eagerly when he presents a bouquet and says it’s for you. There he waits, served tea and biscuits that he doesn’t taste.

And then the door opens. You pause when you see him, eyes wide—donning a breezy sundress you’d never have worn for him in Alabasta, your hair wind-tousled so unlike the meticulous updos he always saw you in, with a basket of produce under arm—and the sight of you has his chest unwinding. It’s like he can breathe again.

Not that he had any intentions to before, but the smell of your familiar perfume steels his resolve to never let you disappear again.