#safety blanket

[mikosocute]

anyone just wanna

[gioiaalbanoart]

Writer Questionnaire

Thanks to @wyked-ao3 (X) , @the-letterbox-archives (X)

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How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

As in my bio this account was silent for years. I toke it back and I've been active about (counts....) : since may 2024?

What led you to create it? (take it back in my case)

I've been cursed with Banana Fish story so I landed to AO3 last year out of despair and started writing there.

Also AO3 posted mainly here, but I was still silent.

Then around april this year a lovely author (@the-golden-comet 💫💫💫) left a bunch of comments on my writing on AO3 and almost simultaneously followed me here 👀 👀 👀👀 👀 👀)

I got curious too, read and fallen in love with his work (ref below 👇 ) and interacted here more, so I met new people (again, ref below 👇 ) and here I am.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

Tips and advices, sharing experiences, sharing the fun, the snippets and other writings and characters. The quality and amount of good writing here is pretty amazing!

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

Well, this might sound haughty but I'll take the risk. They probably know me as an enthusiastic reader, and I am, I tend to go wild with comments 😅

But I also get bored and snap out pretty easily, and probably end up being very selective. If I follow and stick to an author is that I really believe in them, I don't do half a way 💗

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

I'm already seeing a lot that I love, mainly my mutuals. Then, of course, the more the better. One day I'll read it all........

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

I have one (big) wip that is living in my head since already one year.

I've worked on and off for several months but since a couple of weeks now I'm fully committed only on this one (My OC is actually glaring at me)

How long have you been working on them?

One year...👆👆👆 (it will take a while I'm a 🐌)

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Ashley Knox, my main OC, came in my brain, curly blond, blue eyes and scars and said : write about me!

There have been more or less subconscious inspirations from Banana Fish, Omar little from the Wire, past women as gang leadears and others.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

A lot....which doesn't make me go faster in writing 🤣

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

Very few not on line know....and they don't ask 🤣

I don't really have a gender neither. I would say I mix reality/existential/magic/healing in a sort of fiction.

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

We can walk through fire

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

So far : Ashley Knox, Amy Salinas, Carlos Herrera, Frank Morales, 'The cook'.....

Who’s the most unhinged?

I would say Ashley.....but it's not the perfect term actually.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Ashley and Amy. But it goes from moments to moments.

Do you ever cringe at them?

Until now not that much but I know I will....

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

Same answer, for the moment they're relativeley nice.....

But I do struggle a lot until I don't feel it's right, they don't leave the grip so in a way they're already a pain in the ass.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

I love it. Whatever way is ok.

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

It depends, sometimes it's someone that I see around for a few times and get curious. Sometimes it's interest at first sight and I give it a try. Quite a few are mutuals from mutuals.

What makes you decide against following?

If I cringe for some reason.....mostly vibes.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

I don't know about "often" but yes, then I love when they actually become mutuals.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

I tend to get obsessed easily 😅.....

All OCs of @the-golden-comet (my safety blanket) 💫💫💫

All OCs of @fortunatetragedy (even if my heart bleeds like....a lot!)

The upcoming crew of "The Pirate king of deaths redemption" by @wyked-ao3 💗💗 I'm so waiting to read them

Nat and Ron from The Reburial of Natalie King by @saturnine-saturneight , just started and I'm already doomed 😅

....and I stop here for now.

Tag np : @alinacapellabooks @bookish-karina @fortunatetragedy @saturnine-saturneight @aintgonnatakethis + open tag and a drink 🍻 🍻🍻🍻 🍻🍻

[filmbyjy]

okay but can we discuss why jay has his chest out there for FREE???

[ukegeek]

I love my safety blanket ❤️

[staygoldtf]

My tiny necklace is my safety blanket, my fidget toy, my heart and soul.

[bld-collective]

[the-lost-and-found-box]

Another user on Reddit is looking for a Safety Blanket like the one shown above. This is of unknown manufacturers, the tag now only containing the letters, “ifl” which are hardly visible. The blanket does resemble the Angel Dear’s type but no match has been made. If you know where to locate a replica, please state so in the comments!

[somegrumpynerd]

I'm certain I've seen this said somewhere else already and I cannot for the life of me track it down but Dream's favourite colour being purple and Nightmare's being yellow

Everybody assumes Dream's is yellow because, well, he's dressed in it head to toe and his magic is yellow and his eyelights are yellow. It's just a bright happy colour, it must be his favourite! Only Blue and Ink know it's not, Ink because he takes note of how Dream favours purple any time he gets to pick something or joins in on an art project and Blue because he just asked.

Everybody assumes Nightmare doesn't have a favourite colour, that if you asked he'd say he was above that sort of thing or tell you something edgy like black because it's the colour of his soul. And it's kind of true, if you asked he would never admit to liking a colour, especially not one so cheery and bright. But the boys have definitely noted how he has paintings of sunrises in his offices and sunflowers planted outside.

[qwertysblues]

two mimir

Day 3: Literal Sleeping Together

[cicerfics]

Listen, I see Bond as a person who is deeply, fundamentally, self-sacrificially loyal to everyone at MI6 who is loyal to MI6. If they are loyal to the organization, Bond is loyal to them! He will kill and die for them! He will place himself between his colleagues and dangerous individuals! He is very livestock-guardian-coded!

It's just...his enthusiasm for this task varies based on the individual in question. For some (Mansfield!M and Q), he is only too happy to kill and die for them. He is vibrating with the desire to eliminate all threats to their person, and looking for opportunities to fling himself into danger on their behalf.

But for certain other people, like Skyfall/SPECTRE-era Mallory*, Bond's attitude is more like, "...I will kill and die for you, but I won't be happy about it. 😒 It's rotten work. Especially to me. Especially if it's you. I'll do it, but Jesus Christ."

All this is to say, I really want a fic where Mallory has been abducted and Bond (very effectively and efficiently) rescues him, while make it clear the whole time that he views this as a tremendous imposition. Like, he's going to do an absolutely A+ job of rescuing his boss, but he's going to complain about it the whole time.

He's going to sigh so heavily as he cuts through Mallory's bindings and removes his gag. He's going to shake his head so condescendingly as he takes down the baddie standing guard so he can secure Mallory's escape route. He will be bringing this up during every argument he and Mallory have in the future, and he's already making that clear.

Does this fic exist already? Someone please throw me a link if it does.

*As per usual, I am choosing to ignore what NTTD did to Mallory's character

[kyumisyumi]

Trying to write more eldritch Nikto

But my brain keeps thinking about him letting us put makeup on him 😮‍💨 running champagne lipstick over what's left of those soft, pale lips. The near translucent skin readily adapting the bloody red tint. He sat beneath you as you straddled him with one firm hand on his chin to keep him steady.

You didn't think it would end up like this. He'd helped you with your make-up since you'd gotten your nails done and was still getting use to their length.

"Thank you." You beamed up at him as he tilted your head to survey his work. In jest you said; "Do you want me to do yours next?"

There was quiet but then a soft 'yes' followed, the tone a strange mix of confusion and hesitance. You'd looked into his eyes for a long while, vulnerable and wary but he was serious. And so, here you were, putting lipstick on a man you adored. Your fingers trailing his bottom lip to remove the excess.

You weren't an expert with makeup, only ever doing minimal looks. But you could manage some eyeliner and eyeshadow, maybe blush. It was probably for the best since you didn't know if the products would irritate his skin.

He stayed still for the most part, say for the occasional flexing of his fingers on your hips. Those fingers digging into you for security when you asked him to close his eyes. It wasn't painful but it bordered on it. As if he was afraid that when he opened them, you would be gone. That you'd realise his flaws were too much, that there was someone out there with less baggage who could take care of you just as well if not better. Someday he would understand that a knot is tied at both ends; that you were as smitten with him as he was with you but for now you'd let his trembling fingers ground themself into your flesh.

And done.

With the lipstick mostly dry you planted a gentle kiss against it. You wouldn't make assumptions, if there was something you needed to know he would tell you when he's ready. For now, you'd just love him.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Happy Birthday Yakou! 🚬💙🎉

The best roommate, mentor, boss, father figure and caretaker Yuma could ask for💕

I had to try to make something for him. I’ve grown to adore him almost as much as yuma as I kept putting them in various scenarios the past half year.

(its kinda for both of them since their birthdays are only a day apart from each-other??)

So yeah, birthday cuddles for them both~ 💜💙

[starrystevie]

"what are you doin', baby?"

there's 2am moonlight flooding into the bathroom before steve turns on the light, chasing away the pale blue with warm orange. eddie's standing in front of the sink with clippers in one hand and scissors in the other. he's in boxers and one of steve's old hawkins high gym shirts with a foot propped up onto the other as he leans over the countertop to peer at himself in the mirror.

"shit, sorry if i was loud or if i woke you up or-" eddie's voice is low, like he has to talk quietly so he doesn't wake someone up even though it's just the two of them in the house. has been for a while now.

"you didn't wake me up, you're fine," steve mutters back. he wraps his arms around eddie's stomach, one hand finding it's way under his own worn out shirt to press into the warmth of his skin.

they stand quietly for a bit, wrapped up in each other. there's nothing but the crickets outside chirping out a lullaby and the wind whistling through their chimney and the slow drip of their tub faucet to break through the silence. steve sways them back and forth slightly as if he's rocking them back to sleep without knowing that he's doing it.

"are you going to cut your hair?" steve's whisper breaks through the ambient noise of the house and their eyes meet in the mirror. he looks tired in the way that steve knows he's tired. he's physically drained but it's more than that, lies deeper in his bones than a good night's sleep could fix. he feels his boyfriend tense the tiniest bit in his arms, so he pets his fingers over the soft skin of eddie's stomach until he relaxes once more.

"i think so. it's too much, it's like... too much, y'know?"

the silence is back as quickly as it had vanished with eddie looking at himself in the mirror and steve mapping out eddie's face like it's the only thing to lead him home. he watches as eddie's eyes dart over his long curls, back up to where his bangs are growing so long over his eyebrows that he has to shake his head to clear his vision. eddie's hand that's holding the scissors comes up to pinch a strand between his fingers, pulls it across his face like a habit, like a crutch.

"do you need me to help?" steve asks gently because he's always so gentle with eddie, who pulls his eyes to meet the ones peering into him. he presses a kiss to eddie's shoulder and sighs as the other man's head thunks softly onto his own. he feels eddie nod.

"it's a fresh start, right?" eddie laughs this little watery thing like he's trying to convince them both it's a good idea, so steve grabs the scissors and spins eddie around so he can run his free fingers over his cheeks. he traces over his lips, the bridge of his nose, and pushes his bangs out of the way which has eddie nuzzling into his hand.

"a fresh start sounds nice."

[innocuous-gnome]

so i read the infinite noise last week

(to clarify i fucking loved it i just had a lot of emotions)

[keithsautism]

I feel like Keith and Lance are both ND but in different ways. Keith is the kind of guy who would really like physical contact and words of affirmation as love languages. He's pretty good at telling Lance how he feels about him later in the series. He'd probably appreciate the lack of ambiguity and take things at face value/put trust in I love yous.

Meanwhile Lance grew up in a big family so they might not have had as much money. Receiving gifts was a really big deal for him growing up. I can imagine Keith giving Lance a cool blue shell he found at an alien market and being all confused, thinking Lance doesn't like it when he goes still. Like he wants to take it back and is disappointed that Lance doesn't like it. But he does, he's just a bit overwhelmed by the gesture. Trying to show why he thought getting some silly shell was a good idea, Keith meekly tells him to look at this pretty part of it, turning it over in Lance's hands, pointing out an opalescent part that's all different kinds of blues. Says it reminds him of Lance's eyes.

Lance says something like "How would you know what colour my eyes are" because eye contact is not Keith's forte, but there's no bite behind it, and Keith doesn't get the joke anyway, just looks nervous. Keith just says they're pretty, as if he couldn't not have noticed. Lance puts it down on his side table gently. Keith says "You don't like it?" Lance gives him a super tender kiss. They kiss for a while holding each other, and Keith hugs him, sighing with contentment into lance's shoulder. Says "Holding you feels like home" then Lance dies on the spot

[bld-collective]