#lemme know if you want that changed!

[writeforfandoms]

I, absolutely love your writing, I think I've read born for greatness like 4 times now, along with all your other shifter stories ;w;

I dont know if you do requests but I had to get this put down somewhere and I feel like you would be the perfect author to present this idea I had to just, prent it to you in a little glowy box with opera coming from within.

So- everyone knows how marine parks like SeaWorld or marine land used to catch their orcas yes? The rounding up of pods and then the separation of calves from their mothers.

I present to you the tidbit of brain that said to me me last night 'Human 141 who work at a marine research/rescue center who get a call about an orca being kept in a holding pen at a dilapidated waterpark that had been abandoned a few months earlier. It's a dire situation as the orca being kept has been alone and starving for a couple weeks. The 141 set out to save this orca and sucsessfuly bring them back to be taken care of and nursed back to health. In this time they find out their a shifter and speak to them about their life. After that they make it their goal to reunite the orca shifter with their pod- because -

(interesting tidbit time) orcas are known to live just as long if not longer then humans, they also have their own dialects! (This is why an orca from Japan can not communicate with an orca from Off the coast of Cape Breton) and this means that technically calves who had been stolen from the wild could (theortically) be rehabilitated and set free once more, they would find their pod and reunite with their family.

The 141 end up reuniting the orca with their family who are absolutely ecstatic to have found them again, the the orca shifter dosent wana leave, so the 141 (who's owns baste amount of sea that they've procured as protected land) propose the pod live in the protected waters. So now everything the 141 steps outside their little cottages they see a large pod of orca shifters happily living right outside their facility, one who regularly shifts back to be around their saviors on land

I just had to get this down somewhere, and thought this would be perfect idea to present to you, even if you dont do anything with it lol! Love your works, keep up the good work!

First, thank you so so much! I know you sent this in weeks ago but I needed to read this this morning. So thank you. This means more to me than you know.

Second, sorry for hanging on to this for a bit.

Third... this is brilliant. I love this. So much. I love the idea of orca shifters! They spend most of their lives shifted but occasionally become human... probably for prank purposes. Its probably like a teenage rite of passage kind of thing. Which is just adorable.

And the 141 finding her original pod for her?? My heart!! And then offering the protected waters and watching out for the pod. Just. All of this is absolutely heart warming. This is absolutely my kind of idea. Good bit of angsty hurt with a solid dose of comfort and happy ending.

I'm gonna put this on a back burner for now because life is a wee bit too much right now BUT trust me I absolutely adore this idea!! I'm writing it down in my ideas folder to keep track of. Because I want to revisit this.

I'm already thinking of why the abandoned park had a shifter, and shift-preventing devices, and the utter callousness of leaving her because anyone else would remove the device and she could get a lot of people in a lot of trouble... mwahaha.

Thank you so much friend!

[fiepige]

Compilation of EVERY single time they changed Hobie's filter in the digital version:

Left: Theatrical release Right: Digital release

You might have to click on some of them to get a better look at Hobie, sadly I don't have a video editor that allows me to make better edits than these :')

[tonycries]

MR CRABBSSSS I HAVE AN IDEAAAA

hear me out

gojo right? our blue eyed king? hes being bratty all day, just a lil shit per usual right? reader gets an idea for a punishment so its time to act on it.

Reader gets fed up with his brattiness and has gojo fuck them with limitless on. hes been bad so he doesn’t deserve to feel reader! this should straighten out his behavior… right?

maybe if he begs enough or says please, maybe JUST MAYBE we shall let it slide

but who knows!! a punishment is meant to be a punishment after all!!

idk if my vision makes sense but lets hope it does

- this as been anon who cried over something stupid, clocking out

(P.S. idk if we have a star anon here but if not may i claim the title?)

YES- YESYESYESYES-

Ooooo any time someone mentions the abuse of limitless during 😱the devils tango😱 with Gojo I start acting like a damn dog 🤤

I haaaave written about this before in some of my headcanons but using it as a punishment? Omg genius, you have to threaten him with either keeping up limitless or having no puthy for the rest of the year 🤭 (He will fail, pls give him a break ☹)

[dolorousvale]

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>

[askgilbertvonobsidian]

You're just a silly lil guy, can I put you in my pocket and carry you around? 🥺👉👈

Hehe, many of you seem to grossly misjudge how I like to be treated.

It's flattering to know you want me by your side to that extent. I'm willing to do that at my current size, little rabbit, all you have to do is ask.

Pocket sized, however...

You'd have to ask @letterstoear about that. I caught Roderic with one of their creations - a little toy of me. I'm still recovering from the sight...

[doodling-doodle]

Happy birthday, @halfratsalready!

Quickly made a gift for ya! Hope you’re having a great day!!

[dailyanimatronics]

Can I request an icon of aroace Dook Larue?

[ID: a drawing of dook larue smiling with half lidded eyes. behind him is the aroace flag. /end ID]

one aroace doggy comin right up

[slenderfurry]

My attempt to make a slenderpossum fursona

For @poorlydrawnsplendorman :3

[inkshadow]

❝ i, uh.... made you some tea. thought maybe we could order in for dinner later if you're feeling up for it but tea makes everything better, i think. ❞ not that much could top their already great second 'date' — or whatever it's called — given that he still doesn't know her name. just knew that the sight of her naked body beneath his sheets was more than enough for now. he offers the mug, making sure to slide a saucer beneath in case shaky hands made a mess on the way over. ❝ sleep well? ❞

closed starter for @vvhimsicals

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @tempestaslokni where: obsidian beach

Darcy noticed that there was somebody on the black sand beach as she was getting close to the edge of the forest area that seperated the beach from the rest of the island, and if she was being honest, as bad as it might have sounded to others, her first thought was that she hoped it wasn't the lady who called her crazy so intensely on this same beach. She just did not have it in her to have it out with her again.

But then she stepped out to the clearing and instead of that woman, she noticed a familiar, tall figure, and her lips curled up into a smile immediately. "Lokni! Hey! I see you found the cool beach too." She looked over the black sand, taking in the sight for a few moments. "Isn't it just beautiful?" she couldn't help but ask.

"How have you been? Last couple of days have been-- intense, right?"

[anonnikulaphon]

dinner party

Timeline: 2024 October 21st, Monday evening. Location: Sangchareon's ancestral home outside Bangkok. Attire: See this post. Boy is looking good, dressed but showing off so much skin at the same time 😏 With: @reddevildaeng and his and Red's families

Red was finally discharged from the hospital, after nearly twenty days of recovery despite most of his wounds being superficial. The doctors had kept Red a little longer, in the hopes that his missing memory would return, but it looked like that wouldn't happen. Anon didn't mind that - these past few weeks with Red had been the best he had ever spent with the man. There was no animosity or hatred between them, and Red actually wanted to talk to Anon and spend time with him. There was sweetness between them, and Anon never thought he'd get with Red before the man had had his accident.

Anon just hoped that if Red's memories did come back, the time they spent now would be enough to push out whatever prejudices his fiancée had for him in the past.

Both the Sangchareon and Nikulaphon families were excited to welcome Red back to his home, organising a dinner party in the evening in celebration of the man's recovery. The two families had not been together since the engagement almost a month prior, and the reunion was a happy one for almost everybody in attendance. Anon's nieces and nephews were entertaining his mother-in-law, while his grandfather and parents were in conversation with his father-in-law - who was doing much better after his heart attack - and P'Dan. Suri was... Anon didn't know, honestly. They made eye contact, and that was it.

After dinner, Red took Anon into a private room of his home, away from the laughter and chatter of their combined families.

"P'Red, what are we doing here?" Anon asked, curiosity in his voice as they sat next to each other on the couches of the guest living room, his smiles coming more easily to his lips these days. "Was it getting too overwhelming for you, with everyone?" Red had been in a quiet hospital room for days now, so Anon thought that maybe he wanted some time away from the noise of their families.

Anon had been sitting beside Red a lot, these days. And the other never made a motion to push him away, usually instead trying to draw him forward. Most of Red's injuries had healed, but he still wore some of his bruises from his accident on his skin - yet, it didn't take away from the man's handsomeness. Anon had become even better acquainted, with Red's gorgeous face, and now, seated beside him on the couch, was no different.

[purgatored]

STATUS : closed for @hcartcorruptcd ! LOCATION : in front of benny's diner !

CHERRY HAS DONE A LOT OF STUPID SHIT . she can admit that to herself if no one else . sometimes something seems like a really great idea in the moment, and then once the heat of it all dies down well, it seems less great . and maybe this was one of those decisions . but cherry can't exactly worry about that now . after all she's got a fuckin' monster to run over . she knows that all the taunting was probably to get her out here in the first place . and maybe she was kinda stupid for letting it work . but how could she not ? between the fucking storm and the pile of bodies, between el's leg and emerson's fucking carcass, it was like this place was taunting them . insistent and cruel, every fucking day without fail . so yeah, this time when one of those things tapped on her window picking a fight, cherry decided to take the fucker up on it . it was a decision made in anger, sure, but most of cherry's decisions were born in rage, so it's not like that was some big change . she uses emerson's window to sneak the fuck out, picks the lock and makes her way out where those things aren't . runs whilst they walk . revs the engine of the truck while they stroll eerily in the headlights . cherry has never backed down from a fight . maybe she should learn to, but she hasn't . if she could just fuck one of them up . if she could just run one of them over, then it would be like a bit like justice . then it'd even the playing field at least a little bit . anger could blind you . cherry knew it . it's why she felt clever with the knicked talisman in her back pocket . granted, she had no fucking idea it would work . it was mostly just a guess . an impulse really . so it's kind of dumb luck, honestly . but cherry's always been kinda lucky . she tries to make those fuckers into speed bumps exactly three times before one of them slashes the tires with their weird nails . the car skids and that really should've been it . cherry should've reasonably went fucking splat . but the car spins out a bit and she only gets a forehead banged against the wheel for her efforts, well, that and a resulting killer fucking headache . yeah maybe she feels a bit dizzy for a hot second, sees double of the talisman swinging on the rearview mirror, but she's alive . not for lack of trying, mind you . they knock on the windows all fucking night . rock the car too . talk sweetly to her . pick more fights . everything under the sun . but they can't get in . it's like a miracle . a purely accidental one, but a miracle nonetheless . cherry tries to focus on that instead of her pounding head . maybe she is god's favourite after all . after all, she makes it until morning . exhausted and aching but in one piece once the sun comes up . she cracks open her eyes to the brightness of the sunlight with truly no idea when she closed them and has to blink at the silhouette outside the driver's window . not one of those things thankfully . no, the sunlight framing the figure would have given that away . but even if it didn't cherry's pretty sure she could recognize el in the dark anyways . she truly would've almost mistaken the whole thing for a dream if there weren't people milling about, gawking, gossiping, pointing . as it is she still has to blink when she gingerly unlocks the door . " ... mornin' ." cherry mumbles as she moves to shift, an act truly easier said than done . she winces a bit at the renewed ache in her head before squinting at the sun, or more the height of it in the sky . " or fuck, afternoon, i guess ." a beat then as her brows furrow before she's rubbing at her forehead, her fingers touching something tacky and sticky and matted into her hairline . " ... the fuck's everybody starin' at ?"

[angclnumber]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @persephonyed ! BASED ON: this and this !

"OKAY, FULL DISCLOSURE I'M ... STARTING TO FEEL the effects of the tequila here ." oz admits with a tilt of their head, their gaze still intent on her as they try and get their mouth and mind to work in tangent . "so, i'll probably, maybe regret saying this in the morning but ... that doesn't make what i'm about to say any less legitimate . cause it is . legit i mean ." they swallow thickly . "... the truth is i think about kissing you, like ... all the time ."

[the-perfect-scientist]

One October Night (closed w/ @hells-greatestdad)

Carlos was cutting it close, but he'd been so busy that day. He got Angie from school and had to rush her to a Halloween party, only to take her home early. They hadn't even had dinner yet, and that's what he was out doing - getting something appetizing for dinner. He was on his way home when he noticed the night falling faster than he'd have preferred... and of course he chose to walk instead of taking the car.

A bag of chopped sirloin in his hand, Carlos walked quickly down the sidewalk as he kept an eye on the horizon, praying that the moon didn't rise before he got to the house.

[chaosfindsaway]

@crankbaby Semi-Plotted Starter From Tommy & Michael

"Just trust me, T. He'll help, he's got no choice." Mikey knocked a few times on Tommy's front door then stuck his hands back down into his jacket pockets to shield them from the bitter chill. Truthfully, he didn't actually know how Tommy would react to seeing him with Trevor again - Yeah, he'd forgotten to mention to his brother that the two reunited in recent weeks.

Well, if anything, shouldn't he be happy? Tommy never agreed with Mikey's decision to fake his death anyway.

Only a few seconds went by before Tommy answered the door. He had a half-empty beer bottle clutched in his hand; he'd only just gotten home from a long shift and needed to unwind from all the bullshit.

And what did he see at his door? More bullshit. Michael and Trevor. A sight he didn't think he'd see again given how dead set Michael was on starting a new life. Tommy squinted, almost thoughtfully then a brow perked. "Christ, Michael. What the fuck is this?"