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[rock-teh-elf]

weird one but how would you describe your ocs using fanfiction tropes?

Ohhhh such an interesting question !!!

Anya is defo found family, she loved her grey warden family more than anything and is so so happy that she finally found her place in the world. She's the kind of fic you read when you want to feel that flutter feeling in your chest, but she's also unhappy ending since at the end she abandons her family to join the dalish. Ik I've said before that leliana is supportive of Anya leaving and that they keep in touch, but after some more character studies I've decided to make the change that Anya just up and left one day, completely unprompted with no letter left behind explaining her reasoning. I feel like Anya thought that if she did sit down to write her goodbyes she wouldn't leave so she just... Vanished. So Ig she is also heavy angst.

One thing I'm 100% sure is Gavin being hurt/comfort with a dash of hurt/no comfort. He's the fic you read at 3 am when ur sad and need something to make you cry, is it out of sadness ? Is it out of happiness ?? U don't really know anymore. I feel like his relationship with Anders is v co-dependant, like, Gavin finally found a person that he can trust 100% and he is not afraid to stick to him like glue and seek out comfort in his lover. Which will inevitably lead to lots of angst after Gavin got left in the fade. Also enemies to lovers with justice <3

For Circe ?? Definitely slow burn !!! She's a v mistrusting person and I feel like she'd take her sweet sweet time getting to know Josie before making a move, a kind of will they won't they kinda situation haha, at least they would have been like that when they first met in orlais as teens. But I feel like it would be more of a mutual pining situation, cause I'm a sucker for clueless bitches, in inquisition cause neither of them is sure the other feels the same.

[akkpipitphattana]

hey everyone that has me in their most reblogged from list, wanna kiss

[himbo-harrington]

wake up babes it’s chewsday!!!! 😌😌❣️

Good morning sweetie happy chewsday!! I hope you have a lovely day 💗🫂

[ughgoaway]

just reread your matty blurbs. and GOD DAMN YOU ARE AN AMAZING WRITTER🥰

omg thank you so much, lovely!! this is so crazy to me, I can't believe people even read my work once, let alone re-read it?? I LOVE YOU!!! hearing that people like my work and think I'm a good writer will never fail to make my heart warm, I adore you <333

[moonyflesh]

LOGAN HOWLETT - X-Men/MCU

[baconcolacan]

[FILE LOCATED. ATTEMPTING RETRIEVAL.......]

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[WARNING. HIGH LEVEL BREACH RISK. CONTINUE ACTION?]

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[hunter-burton]

Recently, I’ve developed the headcannon that Alex owns a little sketchbook! Absolutely consumed by this idea, I made a physical “replica” of what I think it would look like- including some of the sketches inside! When making these pages in particular, I actually acted out a specific scenario to help myself figure out what to draw. This fic is that scenario a bit more fleshed out. Enjoy :)

Opening Up

It sucked coming home so late, especially with all that rain. After, yet, another dragging day of witnessing absolute horrors, coming home, Alex practically dropped their body into the door. Upon finally stepping into their house, they clicked the door behind themselves, muffling the sobbing clouds

Their weird ass cat, Clyde, sat at the small, round, dining table. Its yellow eyes blinked, “How was work?”

“Exhausting.” After closing and setting down their umbrella, Alex let out a sigh, lifting their uniform’s heavy coat off their hunched body and hung it on the thin coat hanger. “Y’know, the usual. Just gotta… sit down… maybe make a cup of tea.”

“Want me to make bubble water on the…” the creature traced circles in the air, “hot thing?”

“Stove? Yeah, actually. I’d really appreciate it..” Alex paused, brows furrowed, “Wait- you know how to use that thing?”

It nodded, “You turn on the knobs and, then the, sttt..circle thing.. tops turn red. I’ve seen you do it before.”

“Hm, yeah. That sounds about right.” They eased their boots off by the door, then made their way to the kitchen cabinets, “Have at it. I’ll get you a pot.”

As Alex reached for and opened the cabinet doors, Clyde tilted its head, “What’s in the rest of those little doors?”

“Oh, the cabinets?” Alex handed Clyde a small, metal pot, which it, then, took to the sink and began to fill with water. “Just general kitchen stuff. Pots, pans, spices…” they spoke over the rain hitting the road and the pot’s wet, metal hum, “Not the tea though. That’s kinda more where you’re at- by the sink.”

Once the pot was filled, it stopped the water, passed the pot back to Alex and then began to pull open all the little doors, “What does the tea look like?”

“They should be in little boxes. One should have a bear on it?”

Clyde squinted into one of the drawers, “keeyy… leee… sty.. all?”

Alex raised a brow, “Does the word start with a ‘C’” they traced the letter in the air.

“Yes.”

“‘Celestial!’ That’s them.”

“Alright.” Clyde sifted through the boxes “Which one you want? Green? Sleep?… Gine grr?”

“Ginger? Ginger sounds nice.”

Clyde echoed Alex’s voice, “Ginger it is.”

“Thanks!”

Clyde huffed, “Don’t mention it.” The box rustled as it pulled out a tea packet. To the side of the boxes, it spots a brown oddity in the corner, adorned with colorful stickers. It pulls it out, along with the tea, “Hey, what’s this?”

Lights sparked on in Alex’s eyes, “Oh! That’s my sketch book!” They snatched the thing from its claws and began to flip through the pages, “Man! It’s been forever since I’ve opened this thing… I used to doodle in it all the time before this… fuck-ass job.”

Clyde scrunched up its face, “Doodle?”

“Yeah! Here, I’ll show you- hold on, le’me get a pencil!” Alex set the sketchbook on the dining table and raced to their bedroom and, soon, returned with a yellow pointy thing and a tiny metal object with holes. Over the trash can, they stuck the yellow stick into one of the holes, shedding off what appeared to be wood, then returned to the dining table to flip the sketchbook to a blank sheet. With the dark tip, Alex began to write symbols onto the page, narrating every movement, “I’ll start with a circle… then some rectangles… dot- dot… maybe some squiggles for the hair- then a neck…” with every soft scratch the tip made on the page, a line appeared. It was like watching magic. One moment, there was a blank page, then, the next moment, “Line, line, box box…” Alex drew an arrow and wrote

Me

“…And that’s me!”

Clyde sat there for a moment with its jaw ajar, “gimme that thing.” It held out its claw, then shifted its eyes, remembering the magic word “..please.”

“Pencil.” With a wide smile, Alex dropped the pencil into those claws, then twirled their hand, “give it a whirl!”

Clyde clumsily situated the magic stick into its four fingers, then began to scratch the page with the tip. Lines turned into shapes and shapes turned into little units of invigoration. First, there was the face, then the horns, the uniform stripes down its sleeves, then the large zipper in the center of its chest. Once blank, this section of the page was now Clyde’s closest replica of its reflection. To top off the illustration, it, while admittedly crude, attempted to copy Alex’s arrow and Me.

Arms crossed, Alex sipped on their ginger tea and nodded, “Nice! That’s actually pretty good for your first time!”

It felt as if some tingling force was tugging on the corners of Clyde’s mouth and from the inside of it’s chest. For some reason, though, it didn’t mind- it couldn’t mind. Dismissing the sensation, however, it looked up to its next subject, sitting across from it, and, once again, scratched at the page, lines flowing more than they did before, now that the pencil was solid in its claws. Once the image manifested, Clyde, again, copied the arrow, pointing to the portrait of Alex, writing:

YOU

Seeing that the page was now full, it dropped the pencil.

“Yeah!” Alex took the pencil and wrote the word by Clyde’s drawing of them.

Clyde shifted its eyes to the previous page and up to the writing stuck up in the corner. It pointed to this mysterious text, “What does this, in the corner, mean?”

“That’s the date,” Alex passed the pencil back to Clyde, “I always jot it down when I finish my drawings so I can look back and know when I drew it.”

“Hm.” Clyde twirled the pencil back into its four fingers, “What’s today?”

“Uhm…” their voice trailed off as they stood up and made their way to their calendar, “1988…January…”

In the corner of the page, Clyde scratched down the year and its closest approximation of the spelling for what it heard:

JANeeuARY

“Today’s a Tuesday… the twelfth!”

TWelth

The tip skating across the grainy texture of the page was an addictive vibration. Clyde flipped the page, then paused, eyes darting around the room for a new subject to draw, eventually landing on the front door. It scribbled down two rectangles, one for the door, then one for the door’s window, through which rain could be seen pouring down from the sky, then, finally, a circle representing the door’s handle. Besides the sketch, it drew an arrow, labeling the sketch:

DOR

“A door?”

“Well,” Clyde crunched its face, “what else am I supposed to draw?”

“Hm,” Alex put their chin on top of their hand, “What’s your absolute favorite thing in the world?”

After a moment, Clyde lit up and began to scratch at the page once more, first outlining several shaky curves, then scribbling in the one at top, and, finally, adding two triangles and a jagged mouth for a face, making a Jack-o-Lantern and, with an arrow, labeling it:

FAVORit thing

“Oh nice!” Alex beamed, “Yeah, I like Halloween too.”

Clyde dropped the pencil and slid it to them, now setting it’s chin on its hand, “What ‘bout you?”

“Oh- shoot…” Alex’s spine pulled them straight soon before they held their chin, “I need to think about this one- hold on…” their voice trailed off until, “Ah! Got it!” They snatched the pencil, twirled the book to face them, and sketched away. With five fingers, as opposed to four, their lines were, clearly, a lot more cohesive, dancing together to suggest depth in what appeared to be a ghost popping out out a TV screen, exclaiming,

BOO!

Alex turned the sketch book back to Clyde, who read the note they left besides the illustration:

I really like horror movies!

“Horror movies, huh?” Clyde looked back up from the page to Alex, “Like that Critters thing you showed me last week?”

“Yeah.” Alex's eyes sparkled, “Oh- and especially- like- the really bad ones. I heard “Creepazoids” is supposed to be awful- I bought it yesterday.”

Clyde scoffed, “You humans are weird.”

Alex smiled, “Wanna watch it?”

There was a moment where the sound of rain hitting the roof filled the room.

A smile. That’s what that tingling tug was, “Sure.” Clyde smiled.

[gepazu]

“well aren't you the prettiest thing the sun's ever seen.”

cael turns his head — almost comically so.

rivets of soft intrigue holding the tiniest of smiles on his lips as he lets out a gentle laugh, ribbons of silver sparkling in the sunlight, contouring his face so delicately it makes your heart stop.

“why thank you, my dear.” he moves to slip his fingers under your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “but.. i must say; you are more refined than any star i've ever come across.”

for a moment, his touch burns; and you're further drawn into it, like a moth to the flame. “how charming, my sun.”

his fingers glide down to your chin, turning your head a bit to his left — eyes flickering to yours in amusement. “my sun? how darling can you be, hm?” a sigh runs and falls from your lips at his words, cupping his hand in yours as you lean in and let the sun kiss you softly.

“as much as you need me to be.”

✩ love notes — thank u nics ( @.thenyxsky ) for proofreading 'n giving the go sign for posting !! love u pookie <33 <3

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ⓒ GEPAZU 2023 — 2024.

[whumpasaurus101]

“Say that again”

“I….I already s-said it…”

“Oh I know darling, i just want to hear it from that pretty little mouth of yours again.”

[justgleekout]

Happy birthday to my dearest friend @blurglesmurfklaine! Have some domestic klaine! 💕

[engagemythrusters]

Cat

She is Üglié

[himbo-harrington]

☆- Put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. Its time to spread positivity! 🐞

You're so sweet Charlotte 🥺💕💫

[ughgoaway]

Hey, sorry you're feeling rubbish. It sucks and I know there's no words to alter brain chemistry and make you feel better. But remember, it will pass. It's never permanent. It's just hard right now. Be kind to yourself x

thank you so much for being so sweet, I really hope things pass soon <3

[lifemod17]

🤲🌇

Dani's parking lot sunset save meeeee!!!

😭😭😭😭

Look at how COZY that looks!!! The warm hues of deep orange from the remnants of the setting sun which casts a beautiful golden light upon the clouds- fluffy clouds that are so gentle 🥺- and that rest of the horizon looking like a mix of blue and purple?? (I'm sure there's a name for that shade that is not coming to mind rn but)

Warm and cozy, that's really what this sunset feels like to me. I would love to pick you up from work or even steal you for a quick break and we'd just sunset watch for a little bit so you can catch a breather and be free from the horrors of your job even if it's just for a few minutes, and well, I can have the treat of being in your company 🫂💛❣️

[moonyflesh]

the last pic in that set is from Saw III, not Saw 2004!

i’m just a girl 🎀

[jkgnggj]

Ok so a lot of u liked the torikai com (and by a lot I mean Micah and pudding alone) ty for the support but damn I had so many notifications all u could hear was (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆✧ (sparkles and magical fairy wand sounds bc thats my notifs ringtone) Ilyyy @suddenlymicah and @yellowheartz this is my new most famous post now thanks (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)