#maz tag

[lenniereadsalot]

All of my anime mutuals seem to be watching blue lock now and I’m beginning to think it’s a cult-

The question is

Is this a cult I wanna join?👀

( @zentriii mostly about you lol but also @getosugurusbangs )

[ohwarnette]

sara.🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️ i also have not and will not listen to the new stuff

could be me being dramatic but idk something weird about albums being a body of work a piece of art and she keeps editing the tracklist as if it’s a playlist and not….. an album……

so true!! she has like five versions of the same album!! at least release the new ones as singles… and let’s not talk about the timing of it all…

[lenniereadsalot]

@librarianafterdark @zentriii love y’all 🫶

[7official7moose7]

SheZow redesign?!??!!?! In 2024?!?!???!!!???!?!???

Plus a shitpost because I can’t contain myself

[ganondoodle]

monk miz kyoshia (engl. maz koshia) somewhat redesign? rehydrated? doodle bc i listened to his soundtrack and wanted to draw him

[latelyloxiv]

happy pride month, sketch dump be upon ye

makes you look at these lesbians

[lenniereadsalot]

The fact that you noticed my absence is making me tear up-

But I’m back!!! Hopefully I don’t disappear again but being almost adult is stressful so I make no promises lol

Anyway I’m gonna go happy sob that I’m your beloved mutual now

BELOVED MUTUAL RETURNS FROM WARRR CROWD CHEERS <3

[zappedbyzabka]

Listen….

[thebest-medicine]

Day 7: Flustered

Tickletober 2023 - RELIC - Smash & Grab - lee!Simon

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: I am going to inflict my recently read cute sweet weird little dinosaur shapeshifting punk x paleontologist romance novels upon you. (Youuuuu should read Smash & Grab by Maz Maddox. It’s narrated excellently by Kirt Graves and reads like a fanfiction in a novel. Also there’s some dinosaur animorphers lmao. The book is 1st person POV that switches between the main characters so I decided to try my hand at it.) Me over here changing up how one of the scenes played out - adding some tickles, classic. Enjoy.

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SIMON

What the hell? Within a few days my world had shifted and flipped upside down, and now, if the being-on-the-run damsel-in-distress role wasn’t enough, my forced traveling companion slash savior slash crush had just climbed into bed with me. Arms wrapped around my middle and I jumped, hissing out, “Dalton.”

“I’m cold, won’t you cuddle with me?” Dalton mused, pulling his body closer to mine under the covers. Damn this one bed safehouse.

“No- what? I- I’m going to sleep!” I argued - it sounded better in my head. “Get off!” 

“Come onnnnn.” Dalton sing-songed. His hands pulled me closer to him and wrapped around my middle. He squeezed a little where his hands rested along my sides.

I knew I was in trouble when my mind caught up a few seconds later and realized the loud, squeaking sound that suddenly lit up the room had come from me. 

“Oh… Simon.” His voice sounded honey-sweet. Why did it also sound so scary? 

Fingers curled against my left side, scribbling curiously. Shit. What the fuck was this guy doing?! I snarled - well, I tried to, but it came out a little breathless. “W-What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?”

There was a snort in reply. “What do you think I’m doing?” 

And then the hands wrapped around me from behind wiggled against the same spot again, this time on both sides. Shit. It really fucking tickled. Already. Shit. I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat along with the laughter starting to bubble up in my gut. I knew he could feel me tense and squirm with how fucking close he was lying to me. 

“D-Dalton..” I tried to wiggle forward, out of his embrace that I wasn’t entirely sure yet if I wanted out of, and nearly got to the edge of the mattress. 

“Heh. Ticklish? That’s pretty damn cute, Sugarbear.” Dalton’s smirk came through clearly in his tone. He chased after me with a few wriggles of his own and then nuzzled into my neck. Tingles shot down my spine as I gasped in a breath - I could feel the burn of a laugh trying to escape. 

“No-” It came out as a wheeze, and I couldn’t hold back the laughter any longer as Dalton kept squeezing at my damn sides. “Ahaha n-nohohoho don’t! Wait- heheh wait!” I tried to shake my head just as little bubbles of laughter started to climb their way out. 

“Don’t wait?” He teased. “Okay.” And then his hands started squeezing at my hips and I buckled forward, almost lurching off the bed.

“Nohoho- hehehee Dahahhalton! C-Cut it out!” I reached wildly toward his hands on instinct, trying to grab his wrists and pry them away. All I really managed was to hold on to them as he began tickling up and down the length of my sides. God, it- it didn’t do anything to deter him. He was… much stronger than me - which I did not have the mental energy to think about right now. In fact, I was quickly losing the mental energy to think about anything.

DALTON

Be still my beating fucking heart. This sexy, handsome, adorable, nerdy paleontologist- he was going to be the death of me. I nuzzled in against the side of his neck to get a little closer to those adorable little giggles - and to try and catch a glimpse of that smile of his. 

“You have the cutest fucking laugh.” I teased as Simon grabbed onto my wrists. I pushed my nose gently into the skin behind his ear. I kissed there too, and felt his back shiver. “Fucking adorable.”

“Dalton! C-Cut it out!” Simon cried out, joy evident on his face and in his voice. His legs started to kick, sometimes knocking against my own legs. I wrangled my leg around to secure over his thighs, keeping still enough to wiggle but not kick. 

“Cut what out? The tickling?” I wiggled my fingers up toward his lower ribs, earning a cackle. “Or the teasing?” I grinned. I placed all ten finger tips against his sides through the shirt he wore - his little sliver of protection. Then I spider-walked them in front to his stomach. 

Simon shrieked and started squirming harder. His hands gave up on grabbing mine and instead moved to try and block as much of his belly as possible. It was cute. Everything he did was cute. 

Simon’s cheeks nearly matched my hair as he giggled and squirmed. I whispered more teases and musings and compliments, and Simon’s pretty pink started turning red. 

“Hey.” I patted his shoulder as he sighed and caught his breath.  “Now I know a great way to pass the time while we’re waiting things out in this safehouse.”

Simon let out a tired little giggle at that. 

“You… Pink menace.” He accused with no venom, smiling as he closed his eyes.

“You’re pretty damn pink yourself right now.” I smirked. Simon grumbled in response before I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close to be my little spoon. My cute, ticklish, dorky little spoon. Simon came willingly, tuckered out from laughing so hard. 

Maybe another night, he might even seek out a little revenge? I remembered the feeling from several romantic encounters- the electricity of it, the bubbly lightness afterward. It was an interesting sensation to say the least, mammals were interesting - especially these strange hairless apes. 

I stopped thinking about it too hard and refocused on Simon’s slowing breath in front of me. I nuzzled into his neck again, feeling him tense up a bit. 

“Heh- no- no more tickling- I’m exhausted.” Another tired laugh. 

“Yes, yes, but we can cuddle?” I asked, wondering genuinely, but also enjoying teasing him a little.

Simon let out a quiet little sound of distress. He sounded a bit tormented when he said, “Yeah, well, I guess we- we already are so..”

I hummed and answered, “Goodnight, Sugarbear,” as I felt him slowly relax into my arms. Butterflies danced in my stomach as though I had just been the one to be made kicking and giggling.

[losergames]

chop shop crew playlists! something to celebrate the demo release :-)

listen here - four | dilani | sunny | maz | aimee

[aintgonnatakethis]

What the hell actually, let me put the call out to Tumblr. Y'all know what's going on

Lou Diamond Phillips starred in Et Tu in 2023 and I haven't been able to find anywhere online to watch it, in browser or to download or torrent.

So I turn it over to Tumblr's general population. Please help, and if you can't please signal boost! 🤗

[lenniereadsalot]

not to be predictable, but i'm predictable lol. sakuatsu and sunaosakomo for the ship bingo?

SakuAtsu

SunaOsaKomo

I love them both, but I’m a little more insane about SakuAtsu lol

[breninarthur]

WIP Whenever

Thank you for the tag @theluckywizard! ^^

I'm working on a few things at the moment, but I feel like I've shared most of them already... so here's something from a DA2 fic I'm keeping a little more secretive than usual o-o

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"Anders."

He shifted; lifting his head just an inch to peer at her through red-rimmed eyes from across the room. Ribbons of moonlight tumbled in from above, casting him in a stark, white glow. He was so pale. 

At least it was him.

"Hawke," he croaked, thick and hoarse.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. Then, his face crumpled, and she was at his side as quick as a fox.

She gently shushed him as he cried, stroking a cool hand through his hair. He was burning up, his shaking fingers searing through to her skin from where he desperately clutched at her robes.

"It's okay," she said quietly, but her voice cracked on the lie. "It'll be okay."

"I killed her, Hawke. I did that," Anders rasped.

"It wasn't your fault–"

"It was," he cut across, emphatic. "For all that I criticise Merrill, I…"

He couldn't finish, and Hawke let him soak his tears into her arms. They stayed that way, gently rocking, squeezing each other tightly until the sobs didn't rack through his body so much.

"I'm glad you're here," he whispered eventually. "Not just… with me. In Kirkwall. A noble and an apostate. You're a good face for the mages. Better than I could ever hope to be."

He pulled away a little, searching her face with frantic, wild eyes.

"I need you," he continued, barely above a hiss. "We need you. You could do it, you could change it, all of it. For everyone."

There was any number of things she could say. She could endear herself to him, lie and say there was no part of her that was doing it for herself. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny that her own freedom was her driving motivation; not after everything her family had been through. Even if others stood to gain.

And the way Anders looked at her. With wide, shining eyes. The way his hands still clung to her, a vice around her arm. All she wanted was to protect him.

No. I'll break your heart. That would kill me.

Her heart had already broken ten times that night.

And Maz Hawke was not arrogant enough to think her love could heal him.

[pensandpineapples]

Spirit Guardians

Surrounded and defended by spirits of the most unnoticed creatures. The forgotten, the city animals, the scavengers — foxes, coyotes, raccoons, and ravens, part flesh, part bone. Those on the outskirts have to look out for each other.

A little illustration of my shifter ranger/grave cleric, Maz. And her spirit guardians.

[zentriii]

atsumu groans when light fills up his room. his head's submerged in the clouds and all he knows is that he's going to have to call out of practise today. fuck.

the sheets beside him are barely warm so he forces his eyes open and rubs the crust out with the back of his hand. what kiyoomi won't see can't hurt him. his phone reads 6:23. at least he's awake early enough that kiyoomi hasn't left yet.

the process of brushing his teeth and throwing a pair of clean, non-sweaty pants on feel like they take up five years. there's a fit of nausea trying to make itself known in his stomach but he wants to see kiyoomi off.

"how're you feeling?" kiyoomi asks, filling a plate up with eggs.

"like i wanna be run over by a car." atsumu finds that to be more of an honest statement than he thought it was. he can barely stand up but the unsteadiness of walking over is daunting.

"do you think you can eat some eggs?" there's a small gesture towards the plate in his hands but fuck – the thought alone of how greasy the butter is, the strong flavours of salt and pepper – he could puke.

"i dunno if i could keep 'em down t'be honest," he mumbles, shame churning in his gut. it's not the first time kiyoomi's seen him sick – but it's the first time since they started living together. there's nowhere to hide in their apartment.

"try?" and it's that classic Omi-Pout™ that has him folding. a little because it's cute. a little because he still feels like he's imposing sometimes. a little because he refuses to live with regrets – if all there is, is here and now, atsumu knows he'll be upset if kiyoomi becomes upset too.

there isn't much else for him to do but shrug helplessly and unstick his feet from the ground. walking isn't too bad after the first step – or with company.

the toaster pops off and kiyoomi quickly adds those to his plate before atsumu can even finish washing his hands – as if he'd refuse anything more once he sat down. kiyoomi's not wrong, but still! it's the principle of the matter – wait is atsumu internally trying to convince himself that kiyoomi should consider him a simp? that that's how he wants to be seen?

does he? he does not. (does he?)

atsumu is very confused on which side he's on right now and comes to the conclusion that his head hurts so he will not be thinking further on this matter. he sits down.

kiyoomi's long since scurried off to grab his gym bag and change out of his pjs but despite atsumu's 23 years of life – he misses him. his company's a quiet but solid one and the warmth that atsumu always feels from beside him leaves in exchange for a cold chill. the egg starts tasting more bland.

surprisingly enough – flavour-wise it isn't all that rich to begin with. kiyoomi's the type to overdo quite literally everything when it comes to food, and even though atsumu was expecting something more mellowed out in terms of taste, it's super easy on his stomach.

he wants to ask but kiyoomi beats him to it, walking out of their room and ready for the day. "i used less salt and pepper and cooked it on oil instead of butter. are you alright to finish it?"

atsumu's stomach turns into a mess for a whole new reason and there's tears pricking at his eyes that he ignores. "yeah," he croaks, voice far too fragile to say any more.

"i called coach already, i left some medicine on your nightstand and – rest well okay?" kiyoomi's brows furl and it rushes into atsumu all at once how far kiyoomi's going for him.

kiyoomi who hates being sick, hates the idea of even getting sick. kiyoomi who's been playing nurse since atsumu woke them both up in the middle of the night with a sudden fever, not once complaining about being in close contact with him.

"omi-kun–" atsumu's voice warbles. he's gonna regret this later but he's. he's not even sure what he wants to say but he feels steady enough on his feet thanks to the food kiyoomi carefully made.

"i'll be back soon yeah?" and it's the way kiyoomi doesn't make a step to the door that brings words flooding out of atsumu.

"i'll be waitin' at home for ya." there's a silent moment where he wonders if he chose wrong, if kiyoomi wasn't really ready to refer to his apartment as theirs. it's only been two months since he–

"yeah, love you." atsumu hates how he can't smother kiyoomi's stupid pretty little face in kisses so instead he engraves the curve of kiyoomi's pleased and wobbly smile into his mind.

atsumu knows his face is just as sappy. he can't quite find it in himself to care.

"love you too."

[the-one-who-lambs]

LMAO I doodled something for Starlight (Follower Bishop AU) because it's been 30 minutes and nobody is showing up to my office hours so what else would I do