#mean anon -sobs sob-

[erabu-san]

alhaitham in your style is making me go feral please please please can i ask for haitham doodles

thank you and have a good day/night and continue making bloody amazing art <333

glad you like him in my artstyle !! here for youuu

[tubbytarchia]

hello hello may we have some meangills for the people in the back /nf :,3

your art is very hpdhldhlkgkdgkgdkgd i love it sm youre one of my fav artists-

You can have this thing I sketched on a bench in the park today before bugs started eating me too much and I begrudgingly left

[itoshi-s]

I think you know enough hq characters at this point so, who do you think in haikyuu would fuck their step-sis and why is it tsukishima (also ushijima but hes more lowkey)?? - 💔

🥲 if u were to crack my silly little head open and take a look inside. this would be the only thing u see. just pure hell pure chaos nothin else. NONNIE.. do u really want me dead :(

cw stepcest, dubcon, timeskip tsukki n ushi

sob sniffle sister fucker tsukishima. i am literally going to lose my mind thinking about him. he’s so mean, shrugs all your tears and whining off whenever the sibling banter pushes a few too many buttons. it’s just how he is and you’ve grown used to it — his snarky comments and how he could spark all sorts of deepest insecurities w just a few teasing, light hearted comments. but kei nii doesn’t rly mean that, and you know it. it’s just how he is, with the kindest heart buried somewhere deep under the cocky demeanor — that’s what you think, until you come home from uni for holiday break and go out one night.

you take a few shots too many, those airhead friends of yours that kei never really liked busying themselves w some random guys, and you end up calling him to pick you up. there’s some creep at the club that just doesn’t let up, you’re a little scared, and your phone is almost dead. he’s the only person you really know that’d actually pick up at this late hour and come get you — he’s your brother after all. and yet, you regret ever calling him in the first place as soon as you get in the car, listen to him calling you even dumber than he’d thought of you, jaw slack and eyes firm yet tired behind his glasses as he drives. you hold back tears on the way home, and for the very first time in your life, you feel like kei nii might actually hate you :( and that he meant every single jab he’s gave you throughout all these years. he tugs you inside the house, unaware of your silence, and grumbles something about u being lucky that mums not home to see you this fucked up. you sit at the edge of your bed, shaky fingers struggling to undo the straps of your heels, and kei lets out an exasperated sigh as he crouches down in front of you. he slaps your hands away, works on unclasping the straps and tells you you’re hopeless. you’re just so annoying with how reckless you’re being, he’s got practice tomorrow morning and yet its 3 am and he has to deal with you — careless as always. he sets your shoes aside and is about to get up and leave when he hears the choked little sound. a tear or two falls on his hand and he looks up — breath hitching in his throat upon his step sister crying. he’s seen it so many times before, being the very cause for your tears more often than not, and yet this time, he’s confused. you wipe at your eyes, a poor attempt to hide the heartbreak, and swallow back little muffled cries. you tell him you’re sorry, that you never wanted him to hate you. you’re sorry that you’re annoying, sorry that you’re being a bother as always. kei watches in sheer astonishment as your bottom lip wobbles, still glimmering with your gloss. just don’t hate me, nii chan. he almost feels bad, for the first time in forever, as you sit there in your tiny black dress, with those pretty long falsies on, and cry your heart out — for him. its the exhaustion, he thinks, it has to be as he reaches a hand up and rests it on the back of your neck. he calls you silly, wipes a thumb below your eyes and furrows his brows a bit — he could never hate you, why’d you even think that? you really are a dumb thing. he’s just tired and not thinking straight, kei’s sure, as he leans up to press his lips to yours and taste you. your tongue is heavy with intoxication and shock, and he makes out the faint vanilla of your lip gloss and remnants of liquor as he kisses you, languid and sloppy, something to slow down the haywire in your mind. he could never hate you, he repeats, easing you down on the bed and hiking your dress over your hips — groaning when you give him the prettiest wide eyes, glossy with tears still but oh, so hopeful. kei nii is a good brother, despite his sharp tongue and teasing nature — and makes sure you never, ever doubt his love for you again :(

ushijima though,, he’s a whole another story you’re so right. i’m p sure he doesn’t even give you any remotely dirty thought — anything that would be immoral considering your relation. you’re his little step sister, and there’s nothing more to it. sure, he’s never been too close with you — always solely focused on his career — but he does appreciate you. you’re nice, sweet and caring with the way you always pick him up from the airport or fly over to some of his games. (you always cheer for him the loudest, and grin wide as you tell the couple sittin next to you that the ushiwaka is your older brother.) you always welcome him with the warmest hug, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, and laugh as he squeezes you — welcome back, nii chan, i missed you lots. he’s no fool and sees how you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman, too. he’s aware of all the looks you get when you two walk down the street and how it’s hard to keep count of all the boyfriends you’ve mentioned before. for some reason, none of them lasted, though, and yet you’d always brush it off and give him a small smile when he asked if you were okay. wakatoshi doesn’t know a lot about girls in the first place, but you’re a whole another enigma. like i said, i think he wouldn’t even dare think of you in any other way than purely platonic — and so, you render his entire giant frame putty when you first crawl into his lap with that pretty little glint in your eyes. barely a minute earlier you were just scrolling down your phone, w your legs in his lap as he goes through his calendar — next thing he knows, his little step sister is grinding down on him, breath minty on his lips as you moan. large palms rest on your hips and it takes all your willpower to stand your ground, considering he wouldn’t even have to put any work into pushing you off. he fixes you a confused look, eyebrows knit together and voice low when he asks what are you doing, why are you— you cup his handsome face in your hands, a manicured thumb pressing to his lips and it shuts him up ridiculously quick n effectively. s’alright, nii chan, it’s nothin’. you need him bad, you tell him, and prove your point by the sinful roll of your hips against his hardening cock. you see he wishes he could deny you, that he could tell you that it’s wrong and fucked up and that you can’t be doing this — cause you’re siblings, blood bound or not — but his silence gives him away. always so blunt and straightforward, your nii san now sits completely quiet, and you know that the cogs in his mind must be struggling, but if he had any second thoughts abt all of this — he would’ve already told you. but he doesn’t tell you anything, doesn’t speak at all before he exhales and pulls you flush against him, lips finding yours with way too much ease. toshi nii doesn’t have to speak at all — his actions do it for him, as he has you all spread out n making the prettiest noises for hours on end that day </3

[moeblob]

Oh that's a dwagon! (they're so cute!)

Siblings that hoot and holler together, stay together. (thank you so much!! I love these silly lil kids)

[captainkirkk]

hey queen tagged ur last post as made in the abyss on accident, should be dungeon meshi. very funny mistake tho ngl

Ah fuck thanks for letting me know

I've been catching up with Dungeon Meshi but it's making me think about Made in the Abyss a LOT

[mogwaei]

The fact that you only started drawing recently blows my mind, because you are beyond skilled!!

You can write, you can draw - can ya leave some skills for the rest of us?!

I consider you my friend and want to say this but I don't have the guts to say it off anon SORRY:

I AM PROUD OF YOU AND THE HARD WORK YOUVE DONE TO GET SO GOOD

ASKFFHJKF GAWD *ragdolls out with emotions* PRECIOUS.

This is what 10 years of Solas does to a frog previously marinating in a bog 😂

You're much too kind skjfhfjk I'm TRYING, which is a very strange feeling to have when I don't know where I'm going art-wise! I'm so overwhelmed with people being nice to me lately, and even more so that I have people that are proud of me?? My keyboard has a tear droplet on it now thx ok I'm going to stop before I say anything else ridiculous. thank you 💜💜💜

[the-way-astray]

This is not alayda. See if you can guess who it is!

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Title: Never Change

Pairing: Stria x Keefe

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Stria buried her head in her pillow, wishing she could take back the way she’d handled quite possibly the worst social interaction of her entire life.

It isn’t every day you come face to face with the boy you hate the most. How is one supposed to act in that situation? Perhaps a polite smile and nod would have been appropriate if said boy hadn’t spontaneously asked, “Why do you hate me?” in a tone that implied such a cocktail of emotions, one wishes they were an Empath so they might be able to decipher them.

In face, Stria wished she was an Empath in that moment. She would have grabbed Keefe’s hand and parroted his emotions off to him, loudly. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

Instead, she was left guessing at the tone behind his words. It seemed like they’d bubbled over, like it was something he’d contemplated, something that bothered him, taking Stria off guard. She hadn’t realized Keefe knew she existed. Maybe if she’d been expecting the interaction, or if it made any sense at all, she would have handled it with more grace, or at least not landed herself in the situation she was in now.

Her response to his question was a rather snarky, “What, not used to girls who don’t worship the ground you walk on?” She could hardly believe the sentence had come out of her mouth. She should have just ignored him and continued to hate him from afar.

She expected him to bite back with another snarky remark, perhaps accompanied by his trademark smirk. It would have been on-brand for him. Maybe he would have expected a banter to start up, which Stria would have quickly shut down. But instead, he just deflated, like he was already tired. “Sounds like you’ve made up your mind about me, then.”

“Definitely,” Stria agreed. “How do you even know I hate you?”

“You told enough people.” There was a semblance of the smirk she hated, just like everything else about him. “Things get back to me, you know. I hear all the rumors. I just… I don’t know you, Stria.”

“You don’t.”

“And you don’t know me.”

“And I don’t care to.”

“So if you don’t know me and you don’t care to know me, how can you hate me?”

“If you don’t know me and don’t care to know me, why should you care that I hate you?” Stria countered.

“Who said I didn’t care to know you?”

Stria’s jaw dropped, especially since the smooth way he’d collected himself back into his trademark personality had been almost seamless, and now he was… what, flirting with her? Was that what that version of his smirk meant? “I’m beginning to remember why I don’t interact with you.”

“You needed a reminder, huh?”

“Hardly.”

“Look, I’m just interested.” He shrugged. He didn’t seem desperate anymore, and Stria wondered if that had just been a part of his act. “How can someone who barely knows anything about me hate me so passionately?”

Goodness, he simply didn’t drop subjects, did he? “If I gave you a list of concrete reasons, would you leave me alone?”

“Sure.”

Stria didn’t even know if she believed him, but she gave him the list, alright. It was a horrible decision. She should have just verbally listed a few random things he did that she just liked—perhaps his ridiculous jokes. But no, she unzipped her bag, pulled out her handwritten, ever-growing list of Reasons Keefe Sencen Is A Horrible Person, which was now up to 75 pages long, and handed it to Keefe Sencen himself.

While Keefe took a moment to figure out what he was holding, surprised to be handed a physical list, Stria turned around and briskly walked away without another word.

And now she had her head buried in her pillow, because… why had she done that?!

Stria’s imparter buzzed, interrupting her spiral. She was being hailed by… the one person she wanted most to not be hailed by.

Sighing, she answered him for the sole purpose of greeting him with: “I thought you said if I gave you the list you’d leave me alone.”

Keefe didn’t attempt a witty response. “Are you stalking me?”

Stria blinked. “Am I what?”

“How do you know half the stuff on this list? I mean, half of it is just you being mad that I have a personality, and the other half is…” Keefe winced. “Listen. It’s not like I’ve never made a mistake. But how do you know about half this stuff? These conversations… who told you about them?”

Oh. He was asking that question. “Uh… it’s hard to explain. I kind of walked through the fourth wall to get here, so…”

“The what?”

“I’m not stalking you. I don’t care enough about you to stalk you.”

Keefe pressed his lips together. “Okayyyy,” he said slowly, drawing out the word. “You don’t care about me… but you keep a comprehensive list of all the reasons you don’t like me.”

“Yep.”

“Kind of seems like you might be compensating for how much you do care.”

Stria shook her head vehemently. “Nope. If I liked you at all, that would be a very different essay. It might include an examination of your childhood trauma and how it made you into a manipulative person who runs from his problems.”

“I… what?”

“Go bother Katie. Please.”

“I don’t even want to know. Listen…” Keefe sighed. “Do you want to, you know, meet up for—”

“No.”

“—smoothies—”

“Nope.”

“—in Atlantis?”

“I said no.”

“You could tell me all about how I can be a better person so you won’t have to keep adding to this list,” Keefe offered, and this time, when a challenging spark lit up in his eye, Stria didn’t find it annoying.

Was Keefe inviting her to tear him to shreds over Elvin smoothies? He wanted her to tell him he was a bad person? Oh, he’d regret asking that by the time Stria wasn’t even halfway done with him. “You really don’t take no for an answer, do you,” Stria said, rolling her eyes. “We can start by talking about that, you know.

“Over smoothies?”

“Of course.” Stria would let him have this small battle. His offer might as well have been a surrender in their war.

“It’s a date.”

“It is most certainly not a date,” Stria said, ending their call before he could have the last word.

Stria lay back down onto her pillow, but this time, she wasn’t mentally berating herself. Instead, she was planning out an impassioned rant, delivered like a punch directly to his extremely punchable face. Handsome, for sure, but punchable nonetheless.

She didn’t care about him, did she?

It was just one of those stupid things he said about her, of course. And when she thought he was handsome, well, that was simply an objective statement. Yes, she spent a lot of time thinking about him, but it was only to think about how much she hated him. Even now, she was still thinking about him, but it was only to plan how to best make him cry into his smoothie.

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t entirely apathetic, but she didn’t like him. She would never like him. And that would certainly never change.

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Part 2: smoothie date?

See if you can guess the author!

breakdown first, guesses second

"Stria buried her head in her pillow, wishing she could take back the way she’d handled quite possibly the worst social interaction of her entire life."

yeah, i don't do this. also there is no way i could have a social interaction that's worse than this one i had in the fourth grade. when i have a bad social interaction, i simply bottle it up and cringe in my own head. until the day i die. hope this helps.

"It isn’t every day you come face to face with the boy you hate the most. How is one supposed to act in that situation? Perhaps a polite smile and nod would have been appropriate if said boy hadn’t spontaneously asked, “Why do you hate me?” in a tone that implied such a cocktail of emotions, one wishes they were an Empath so they might be able to decipher them.

In face, Stria wished she was an Empath in that moment. She would have grabbed Keefe’s hand and parroted his emotions off to him, loudly. Give him a taste of his own medicine."

currently wondering where and when this happened. and i would be determined not to sink to his level, so i probably would not actually be wishing to be an empath to give him a taste of his own medicine. i'd want to flaunt my moral superiority over him. that would be way more satisfying.

"Instead, she was left guessing at the tone behind his words. It seemed like they’d bubbled over, like it was something he’d contemplated, something that bothered him, taking Stria off guard. She hadn’t realized Keefe knew she existed. Maybe if she’d been expecting the interaction, or if it made any sense at all, she would have handled it with more grace, or at least not landed herself in the situation she was in now.

Her response to his question was a rather snarky, “What, not used to girls who don’t worship the ground you walk on?” She could hardly believe the sentence had come out of her mouth. She should have just ignored him and continued to hate him from afar."

i'm terrible at contemplating tone, meaning here is where the y/n-ness officially begins. it would have to be pretty obvious for me to be able to pick up on it. so this implies some sort of school-like place. are we in the elite levels? also what situation am i in now? this is weird. i don't see a situation. and i truly don't believe that girls worship the ground keefe walks on, as i've definitely talked about before. shannon is a liar and she made that up to make keefe seem cool :) hope this helps. most girls are barely aware of keefe’s existence, and if they are, it’s because he’s friends with fitz and is a notorious prankster. and the part about me wondering how the sentence came out of my mouth is eerily accurate. i wonder that about just about everything confrontational i say.

“She expected him to bite back with another snarky remark, perhaps accompanied by his trademark smirk. It would have been on-brand for him. Maybe he would have expected a banter to start up, which Stria would have quickly shut down. But instead, he just deflated, like he was already tired. “Sounds like you’ve made up your mind about me, then.”

“Definitely,” Stria agreed. “How do you even know I hate you?”

“You told enough people.” There was a semblance of the smirk she hated, just like everything else about him. “Things get back to me, you know. I hear all the rumors. I just… I don’t know you, Stria.””

well i don't think keefe's remarks are snarky. i think they're wannabe snarky. and why is he deflated? why can't he just prank me (or try to) and leave? is this not a better option than trying to get someone who hates him to stop hating him? and keefe would literally never do this. he would not want to deal with people that hate him . . . i literally talked in my rant about how he's a very particular sort of arrogant. interesting that in this canon i'm telling people, physical people, how much i hate keefe. and i don't hate everything about him, but i'll let this slide since i am clearly supposed to be an unreliable narrator here. very interesting.

"“You don’t.”

“And you don’t know me.”

“And I don’t care to.”

“So if you don’t know me and you don’t care to know me, how can you hate me?”

“If you don’t know me and don’t care to know me, why should you care that I hate you?” Stria countered.

“Who said I didn’t care to know you?”

Stria’s jaw dropped, especially since the smooth way he’d collected himself back into his trademark personality had been almost seamless, and now he was… what, flirting with her? Was that what that version of his smirk meant? “I’m beginning to remember why I don’t interact with you.”

“You needed a reminder, huh?”

“Hardly.”

“Look, I’m just interested.” He shrugged. He didn’t seem desperate anymore, and Stria wondered if that had just been a part of his act. “How can someone who barely knows anything about me hate me so passionately?”

Goodness, he simply didn’t drop subjects, did he? “If I gave you a list of concrete reasons, would you leave me alone?”

“Sure.”"

WRONG! i know keefe very well. i know him so well that when anons try to misinterpret him in my inbox i shut that shit down quickly. especially when they misinterpret him by saying he'd be intrigued that i hate him!!!! and i can hate him because i know him and his insufferable personality so well!!!! also i would not assume that "who said i didn't care to know you?" was flirting. that's not really in character. also i don't drop my jaw. i've definitely mentioned this before but i'm very good at controlling my facial muscles in general and people think i'm emotionally repressed and detached because of this. the y/n-ness is back. also you captured keefe's annoyingness so well. good job. i also don't use the word "hardly" like this. curious to know what's going on in his head right now, though. why doesn't he seem desperate anymore? although i am not the sort of person who'd be able to tell that. wrong again! and i can hate him so passionately because i know him so well. he sucks ass, and i am very aware of all the moments in which he does toxic shit and is never villainized for it.

"Stria didn’t even know if she believed him, but she gave him the list, alright. It was a horrible decision. She should have just verbally listed a few random things he did that she just liked—perhaps his ridiculous jokes. But no, she unzipped her bag, pulled out her handwritten, ever-growing list of Reasons Keefe Sencen Is A Horrible Person, which was now up to 75 pages long, and handed it to Keefe Sencen himself.

While Keefe took a moment to figure out what he was holding, surprised to be handed a physical list, Stria turned around and briskly walked away without another word."

oooooh, we're officially breaking the fourth wall. i'm going to assume that was supposed to say "a few random things he did that she disliked", because i despise his jokes with a passion. they're incredibly cringy and immature, as well as not at all self-aware and mostly unfunny. i love the implication that i carry a physical copy of my seventy-five-page-long rant around everywhere i go. that's hysterical. the idea of keefe reading my rant about him is so funny to me. that's actually hilarious.

"And now she had her head buried in her pillow, because… why had she done that?!

Stria’s imparter buzzed, interrupting her spiral. She was being hailed by… the one person she wanted most to not be hailed by.

Sighing, she answered him for the sole purpose of greeting him with: “I thought you said if I gave you the list you’d leave me alone.”

Keefe didn’t attempt a witty response. “Are you stalking me?”

Stria blinked. “Am I what?”

“How do you know half the stuff on this list? I mean, half of it is just you being mad that I have a personality, and the other half is…” Keefe winced. “Listen. It’s not like I’ve never made a mistake. But how do you know about half this stuff? These conversations… who told you about them?”

Oh. He was asking that question. “Uh… it’s hard to explain. I kind of walked through the fourth wall to get here, so…”

“The what?”

“I’m not stalking you. I don’t care enough about you to stalk you.”"

yeah . . . i would not be beating myself up over giving keefe a copy of my rant. i would think that was very suave and cool of me lmfaooooo. very curious as to how i have entered the lost cities in this fic. i'm using an imparter, implying i'm an elf. but i also break the fourth wall somehow, implying i'm a human. so i'm a human in the lost cities? how does that affect my interactions with the world? or did i become an elf when i broke the fourth wall? and why did i decide to walk through the fourth wall at all? so many questions . . . and now. i'm not mad that keefe has a personality, i'm mad that it's annoying and cringe and unfunny and immature and generally irritating and not at all, like, fun. but i also think this is just you writing keefe as an unreliable narrator, so i'll give it a pass. curious to know whether anon has actually read my rant. "i don't care enough about you to stalk you" EXACTLY!!!! if keefe existed in the same realm as me, i simply would not care unless he existed in my sphere of awareness, in which case i would be filled up with an uncontrollable rage.

"Keefe pressed his lips together. “Okayyyy,” he said slowly, drawing out the word. “You don’t care about me… but you keep a comprehensive list of all the reasons you don’t like me.”

“Yep.”

“Kind of seems like you might be compensating for how much you do care.”

Stria shook her head vehemently. “Nope. If I liked you at all, that would be a very different essay. It might include an examination of your childhood trauma and how it made you into a manipulative person who runs from his problems.”

“I… what?”

“Go bother Katie. Please.”"

my response to that question would probably be more along the lines of "well actually it wasn't meant for you to see, and it's actually only updated until legacy. so it's not even finished." or something like that. and the rant is for the purpose of venting and trying to get people to understand that keefe isn't a perfect angel, either as a character or as the way shannon wrote him. but irrelevant. ohhhhh, the "compensating for how much you care" argument, how original. but again i'm not mad at anon, since they're making keefe say this and i already hate keefe. so. interesting that i decided to bring katie up as a counterpoint, not something i would've even realistically thought about doing. it's good to know she exists in this canon, though.

"“I don’t even want to know. Listen…” Keefe sighed. “Do you want to, you know, meet up for—”

“No.”

“—smoothies—”

“Nope.”

“—in Atlantis?”

“I said no.”

“You could tell me all about how I can be a better person so you won’t have to keep adding to this list,” Keefe offered, and this time, when a challenging spark lit up in his eye, Stria didn’t find it annoying.

Was Keefe inviting her to tear him to shreds over Elvin smoothies? He wanted her to tell him he was a bad person? Oh, he’d regret asking that by the time Stria wasn’t even halfway done with him. “You really don’t take no for an answer, do you,” Stria said, rolling her eyes. “We can start by talking about that, you know.”"

WHY THE FUCK IS KEEFE ASKING ME OUT ON A DATE???? EXCUSE ME???? did i not spend so much time explaining exactly why keefe would not give two shits about someone who hates his guts???? he would not be intrigued . . . realistically speaking i would've hung up on him the instead of saying "no" that first time, but i suppose this is still passable. and i very much would find the spark in his eye annoying, even if i was intrigued by the challenge. he's always annoying. and so on. although i would like to tear keefe to shreds . . . hm. this is so interesting. and yes, keefe does need to start taking no for an answer. send him back to seventh grade health class please.

"“Over smoothies?”

“Of course.” Stria would let him have this small battle. His offer might as well have been a surrender in their war.

“It’s a date.”

“It is most certainly not a date,” Stria said, ending their call before he could have the last word."

i'm more of a milkshake person, but i digress. i guess it makes sense that the elves have a concept of smoothies, seeing as all their food is goopy and stuff. also yes, i would totally hang up on him like that!!!! good job, anon.

"Stria lay back down onto her pillow, but this time, she wasn’t mentally berating herself. Instead, she was planning out an impassioned rant, delivered like a punch directly to his extremely punchable face. Handsome, for sure, but punchable nonetheless.

She didn’t care about him, did she?

It was just one of those stupid things he said about her, of course. And when she thought he was handsome, well, that was simply an objective statement. Yes, she spent a lot of time thinking about him, but it was only to think about how much she hated him. Even now, she was still thinking about him, but it was only to plan how to best make him cry into his smoothie.

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t entirely apathetic, but she didn’t like him. She would never like him. And that would certainly never change."

i don't need to plan out an impassioned rant. i just need to digitize the keefe rant, then find out how to use the command f feature on the imparter. the rant has everything i need. and i don't plan out conversations in advance. i just sort of go with the flow. this is not something i'd be doing. at all. keefe is unfortunately handsome, but as i've said, that makes him even more annoying, so that's hardly contradictory. i would like to see him cry into his smoothie, though . . . and i don't like the way i'm being written like an unreliable narrator here, with the convincing myself i don't care about him. i don't have to convince myself i don't care about him, because i don't. hope this helps :)

okay, now to try to guess who you are. short version: i have no idea.

long version:

i’ve only read three kotlc fanfics, one by katie, one by quil, and one by summer. so i’m not very exposed to anyone else’s styles.

(four if you count whatever the fuck this is by fin)

katie was my first suspect, but then i saw this thread, and i guess she could be lying but whatever. eliminating her. if it is her at least i can say she was my first suspect.

quil didn’t write this. neither did summer. so unfortunately this means i’ve never read anything by this person before, and wouldn't know any telltale markers and such.

(unless it is fin. there’s a non-zero chance of that, but i don’t think fin would write a proper fanfic with good grammar and spelling. so eliminating him as well.)

so i assume you are someone who’s sent me asks off anon before, and you obviously support this idiotic ship, so that narrows you down quite a bit as well. is that right?

i rank this fanfic a solid 4/10. it's strieefe, which immediately shaves off a good four points, but you got certain aspects of me correct. but you also messed up some things about me as well, so that's another two points. sorry anon :( don't worry, alayda's was probably like a -800/10. you're still the best strieefe fanfic writer around.

[beddybites]

You know the little yippee cat that jumps up and down? Yeah that is literally me when you post. I've always loved imagining what characters would be like as babies, as most people love a ton of their favorite show characters and get inspired by them, yet, those characters always seem so in-human ( like, you could never imagine yourself in them from how tough and incredible they seem ) but seeing that even fictional characters were once babies is so comforting 🥹🥹.

Your art is beautiful, and you display things in such a sweet way, you catch the dynamic of all of the hashira so perfectly It's amazing. From their expressions to the sparkle in their eyes it's literally exactly what they would look like 😭. You manage to capture a character with their original personality, or what they were before their trauma or the true personality were told about but it isnt displayed in the show ( for example, becuase iguro was abused as a kid, he probably doesn't cry loud, and in your art he doesn't scream cry and its so wholesome I'm gonna die 😭😭 ) .

Your art is so perfect and it's comforting the souls of so many people! I hope you keep going as honestly your so talented and you have an army of supporters behind you 🤍 you should be super super proud of yourself. Also. Please, we understand your a student and need time for your studies, so focus on those if you have to! We are all humans, and no one has infinite time.

I hope you have an amazing day/night!! ✨️✨️

[tonycries]

I'm not religious but i thank God everyday that you exist

There are three universes - one in which I cry violently and accidentally delete this ask, one in which I respond with "lol I wish I did too", and one in which I respond with a werewolf meme.

Thankfully this is the werewolf meme universe.

[nori-draws-sometimes]

Hii found you on yt a while ago and you came up on my tumblr fyp and just wanted to say that your artstyle is just so clean and nice to look at, and its probably one of my favorite artstyles ever <33

very underrated, I wish you all the attention you deserve !!! :D

WOAHHH OMG THIS WAS LITERALLY SO NICE OH MY GOD?? GUYS WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO NICE I WILL LITERALLY EVAPORATE FROM HAPPINESS AUSUGHRHJRJCH

[cacaocheri]

love going through your blog every now and then when i'm feeling bad so i can see sun and y/n doing silly stuff it makes me feel so so so nice

MY BLOG??? YOU GO THROUGH MY BLOG WHEN YOURE FEELING BAD??????? 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[marvin-cohen]

babe sorry for the tough love but also not sorry kinda- he’s barely 13 these are some of the most formative years of his life he NEEDS his father.

Lie to yourself that he doesn’t, to feel better about leaving him but it’s not true.

His mother, Mendel, Charlotte and Cordelia are all great, but none of them are you. You think he’s better off without you but you not being there for him will affect him just as much as you being there. Difference is, he’ll be worse off for it.

Okay, first of all, you do not know my family. You don't know him, you don't know me, you don't know anything about us.

I wasn't there for his most formative years. I was an asshole, I was a shitty dad. He was better off without me there.

It's the same now. He's better off with no father than a drunken, grieving, suicidal one. If he came over here he would just end up looking after me, and I refuse to do that to him.

[erabu-san]

Ok I'm new here so I'm not sure if you talked about it before: Since you ship Cyno with Nilou and Collei with Freminet, do you ship Tighnari with anyone?

Naaah I didn't mention it ! I think ?? I don't remember haha

I don't ship Tighnari with anyone ! I HC him aromantic. But, I do not mind seeing some ship in my timeline (it is rare tho) as kavehtighnari, albedotighnari, sucrosetighnari, niloutighnari, travelertighnari. Except those that consume in little dose depending of the content creator, I tend to avoid all ship relate about tighnari. 🥹

So yeaaah !! All my drawing about Tighnari and someone else are fully platonic 🫣

[teethcake]

I wanna see Slenderman and Zalgo dress up as Joseph’s (Identity V)… I love Slenderman and Zalgo…

normally i would do this but anon i love you and everyone here but i have NO idea what zalgo looks like im so sorry 😭 every zalgo design is different from the next...... if anyone got the semi canon design hmu also slenderman would main hastur says me (die hard hastur lover and main)

[sleepis4theweak]

You 🫵 are going to Brazil ┐( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)┌ I don't know what to tell

... what??? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?????

[swiftmitsu]

*cries in not having discord*

-Snuff Anon

NOOOOOOOO