#so happy my creative juices are flowing again after everything

[hanafubukki]

Finally have some creative juices flowing again 🥳 👏💞 hoping to have this or my side malleus and Lilia project finished by malleus’ bday (my timezone wise, wanted to use the latter as a bday summon circle…but i need to figure out the image formatting lol)

And if neither is ready 🤔, I’ll make a funny joke or something as my summon circle lolol 😂🫶

[leconcombrerit]

This thing had been rotting in my files for a year (minus three weeks but that's basically a year). It was a redraw of one of my first ever pieces for this fandom, and I still find it quite okay if a little stiff in places, so I thought I might as well share it since I don't draw that much anymore.

And then I had second thoughts, which obviously led to me posting it anyway, as you can see, but I realized I've almost made it a point not to draw anything related to Sasi anymore. As in at all. I can't, and I don't want to, and even sharing old art feels a bit 'meh'. It's too directly linked to my long going art block.

What I mean by that is that if I took all the followers I have out there and asked them what they know me or initially followed me for, you might have a fair amount of Lis 2 and the occasional Desert Bluffs afficionados, but you'd get an overwhelming majority of Sanders Sides. Sanders Sides fashion posts even. I was by no means famous for it or anything, but at my small artist scale, it was the biggest success I had.

And it makes it much harder to go back to it at all now. One, because I don't give a damn about the show anymore. Two, because I haven't been properly obsessing over anything in a while (there was a series early this year but given the actual emotional distress I get thinking about it I'm ruling it out). I haven't had real engagement from my own brain, nor real engagement from a broad audience -which makes sense, I'm not posting for anything that will reach a broad audience. But it takes its toll regardless.

Even when I finally finished writing a long fic, I couldn't help but feel 'all this for what ? Ten people or so and two hundreds have dropped it ?'. Which is a bad way to think about stuff you write for your own enjoyment but, you know, the brain gets happy with external validation even if you pretend really hard you don't care.

And so it feels tempting to go back to the golden goose just the time to get the creative juice pumping back, and I try, and I always end up frustrated and angry and feeling even less like making art that before. I'm not having fun with Sasi. Like an old friend you have nothing to say to and yet you have so much to say otherwise, so you get a bit frustrated, you know ? Not sure I'm making much sense, but that's how it feels. I want to have something like that again, but it won't be with Sanders Sides, and I somehow just want if off my radar.

It was left hanging, then lost its spark, and then I stopped caring altogether and I most likely won't even watch the finale when it does come out. I'm over it. I wish I wasn't though, because it does feel like the artistic spark won't come back all on its own this time, and the buzzing community made it so much easier to bounce back and do shit when your brain got wired all wrong.

It sounds like I'm just bawling after love and likes and stuff, and I guess that's part of it, in a way ? Like I'm in no place to do things for myself, and seeing the one thing I used to use to get back in the flow giving me a bored sense of dread doesn't feel too great.

Yet this drawing is still good ! I find it good ! I don't remember everything, but I can tell from the looks of it that I spent a while on it ! It's nice ! I should celebrate that. So I'm sharing it. I think it will be the last piece of Sasi I ever share, though. I'm not watching the finale when it comes out. I don't care about it. I'll just keep doodling my OCs and characters from cool books every once in a while. I'll write little things.

I just really, really need to stop trying to go back to it when it's clearly not working and not even for good reasons. It was a fun ride though ! So yeah. Basically. A whole ass rant for a one year old piece of art. I'm in my bi-annual depresso mood, nothing too surprising there.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hope you're doing well!! Please take however long you need to get your creative juices flowing <333 may I order a Dogday recognizing Poppy's Angel is actually the former Playtime Co. employee he and many others came to love and cherish due to their kindness? The reader is THAT employee that others envy, many of the toys LOVES them and prefer to be taken care of by them.

Maybe the reader had found out the sinister nature of the company but is understandably afraid to speak up about it as they realized their old co-workers maybe weren't just fired or " quit " out of thin air after all... Perhaps something happened behind the scenes that made the reader " quits " ( Maybe they could be threatened but by a lot of pleading and bargaining, they're spared but has to keep their mouth shut and never come back, otherwise... )

The toys are devastated, angry and just lots of mixed emotions. The reader feeling more and more guilty as they venture through their once happy place and having to harm the ones they once swore to care for.

The rest is up to you! Please again, take care and take your time, all the best in everything <333

I'm So Sorry

Note || oh my hearttt the angstttt, lovely to write this as always. In the form of head canons if that is alright? ^^

WC || 1,035

Sypnosis || you knew otherwise, presumably what went on. You just didn’t mean to harm those around you.

Being aware of something most employees where not had dug you a thorough grave, you didn’t want to leave your beloved friends in the toy factory. A factory misconstrued on a basement of lies and futility you may as well be well over with, and bury it in the ground. Yet, bury in the ground they did. 

Your superiors had learned of your knowledge of these things, and began sending letters. Bit by bit, they had only started off by threatening you; telling you to keep quiet. They didn’t want their precious reputation to be ruined by the likes of you. Still, you continued to stay, you didn’t want to leave your loved ones. All the friends you’ve come to love, eventually becoming like family for you.

You weren’t deaf nor blind to what the superiors at Playtime Co. do, quite literally you’d have to bandage your eyes or plug your ears to ignore all that was happening behind the scenes, you didn’t let it fall on deaf ears however. Eventually soon enough it was eating away at you to actually just quit, just straight up disappear from Playtime Co.’s eyes. 

Among the many toys; Huggy, Kissy, Mommy, and Poppy, hell even CatNap began to wonder where you went. Why did you flat-out depart from working at the Factory so suddenly? One day you were visible and present, the next you had not shown up. Oddly enough they soon had gotten their answer when the Hour Of Joy had occurred, Huggy Wuggy had come across your paper of termination when he had taken upon himself in the act.

So long ago, that was a decade past you left that life behind. You really wished you would have granted them goodbyes before you had gone, yet it seemed you got that chance to do so when you received a paper in the mail that had appeared to be from your co-workers. Word for word you could remember reading, everyone thinks the staff disappeared ten years ago, we’re still here. Find the flower.

The only reason you even had to come back to the factory in the first place was because of the guilt easily overwhelming your logic, you needed answers. You needed to know what happened to your co-workers and all the toys you cared deeply for, yet you had an overwhelming suspicion you really knew what happened to all the staff in Playtime Co. you simply just weren’t present for it. Having technically already left. 

Seeing Huggy Wuggy on the pedestal again brought back some memories for you, he was certainly a hoot. In a way, you really liked him along with the rest of the toys. He was certainly a unique one out of the few–especially along with Kissy Missy. You thought they were a cute pair together, Kissy always managed to calm his murderous tendencies and Huggy was always someone you can count on for a good hug if you ever had a bad day.

Killing is not something you would ever dare think of doing, it was simply not in your mind or blood to do so. So why did you have to resort to killing Huggy? You silently wept, having no time to grieve for him properly as you had to trudge on along to the flower.

Poppy was the last person (or toy, ahem) you expected to find in that case you came across. Now you find yourself in the game station, seeing her get pulled away like that right after she offered to give the code to you had you on the steels of your nerves, you were immediately very close to being in an angry mood. 

Now you had to deal with Mommy’s antics, you felt for her, but you certainly wouldn’t want to go through the trouble of trying to get the code from Mommy. Least of all having to resort to killing her, as she would not listen to your words. Convincing her was impossible to do, trying to make her remember you was a whole different story.

Crap.

Why’d she have to go in a rage? Now she’s dead too, and what in the seven circles of hell did she mean by “HE’LL MAKE ME PART OF HIM! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” You shudder when a mechanical hand comes to pull away Mommy’s corpse, you mentally make a note that is the Prototype. As you’ve come to learn the name after you had scavenged Elliot’s office. 

Soon you learn what Mommy had meant, arguably enough you were angry that Poppy had derailed your only train to get out of Playtime Co. but your heart had ached too much to not finish what you started. Now CatNap was hunting you while you ran around in Playcare, you just never expected to see such an untimely sight that nobody should be put in.

DogDay was hurt, real bad. His legs were severed, he wasn’t long and limber like you remember him to be. His life seemed to be completely drained and sucked away from him, you wince when he moved, movement appeared to be harsh to even put energy into. Your heart bleeds for him, yet you are surprised when he actually recognizes you from before, all those years ago. 

“Angel, you! Y-You're the one that cared for so many of us.” You nod, parental instinct already kicking in to free him from his belts from which he hung from. DogDay doesn’t deserve a fate like this, not then and especially not now. “You don’t need to, leave me here.”

“Oh hell no, you need to live.” You refute, shushing him before DogDay begins to protest. You sigh in relief once he finally is free, as selfish as it may be, he hadn’t ever attempted to kill you. You wanted someone with you that actually remembers you and doesn’t try to gun for you the moment you even step into the vicinity.

Gosh, you really hoped to get this over with. Guilt weighing heavily in mind as you had to kill so many toys, so many that you cared for. 

At Least it meant to be in the name of self defense.

Right?

[milktei]

Woah I'm new here in Tumblr but I'm glad I came across your blog! Not sure if you're accepting requests but thoughts on Angst/Comfort where trust issues comes after Atsumu (or Kageyama 🙇‍♂️) does something that upsets their s/o??

Man of Many Words

Miya Atsumu x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst with some fluff at the end

Warnings: none(?)

Requests: Closed for now :|

not edited

a/n: First of all i’m so sorry this took so long anon but I hope that this somewhat fulfills your request ;-;. Writers block is crazy I was pumping out one shots so easily and then bam I hate everything I write. The ending of this one in particular was difficult for me but i hope it suffices :’). anyways requests are still closed for now but i’m hoping to write something that will help the creative juices flow again

It is well known among Atsumu’s friends and family that he tends to talk. A lot.

It was something you found endearing about him when you first started dating. Whenever you were with Atsumu, awkward silences were few and far between. There was always something he could talk about it.

For the most part you were happy to listen and talk about whatever it was he rambled about that day. His limitless passion was part of why you fell in love with him.

Still, the habit of his had some drawbacks.

“Oh, congratulations by the way!”

You turn your gaze away from the restaurant window and look at your friend in confusion.

“Congratulations on what?”

It was your friend’s turn to look confused, “On the big promotion silly!”

There was a pause as you took in their words. “How do you even know about that?” You spluttered. “I just got the news a couple days ago. I was planning a big announcement and everything.”

“Oh I ran into Atsumu at the grocery store yesterday and he told me!” their gaze softened when they saw the defeated look on your face. “I’m sorry I thought he would’ve told you”

You waved your hands in front of you, “no no it’s not your fault… I’m not very surprised at this point. I was just hoping to wait for all the paperwork to go through before telling anyone.”

“Well if it’s any comfort I’m proud of you y/n.”

The smile you gave them was bittersweet, “thanks.”

———

Needless to say, you were a bit peeved when you got home that day, though your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice.

“Hi babe! how was lunch?” He called from where he sat on the couch.

You stared blankly at the back at his head for a moment, “fine.”

“That’s great! I was thinkin’ for dinner we could order out ya know? This commercial came on and-“

“Why did you tell f/n about the promotion?”

He paused and finally turned to look at you. Taking in your frustrated state, still, he shrugged, “it seemed like a good time.”

You let your bag fall to the ground before fully stepping into the living room “Atsumu I told you that I wanted to wait, it would have only taken another week.”

Now standing up from the couch, the confusion that was evident on Atsumu’s face only served to fuel your anger.

“But this is such exciting news y/n! There’s no time like the present!”

“Atsumu that’s not for you to decide! That was my news to tell!”

“Like you said, you were gonna tell them eventually!” He raised his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry but you know that this is just how I am! I was just so excited for you I couldn’t help myself.”

You left that fight defeated that night, unable to think of any comeback, because yes, you did know Atsumu. You knew how your life was never your own being with him. You knew the extent of just how stubborn he was and how ignorant he could be to the world around him. Trying to wrap his mind around something could feel like pulling teeth sometimes.

After managing to get through a tense dinner, life went on. You did end up celebrating with your closest friends and family and soon after you began to take on your new responsibilities.

Unfortunately, Atsumu continued to act as if he hadn’t completely crossed a boundary you had set. He continued to talk about your lives with his friends it seemed that you couldn’t go a full week without somebody asking you about something you never told them about.

The pure helplessness you felt that day remained lingering within you as you carried on with work. You found yourself almost dreading going home, and contemplating not telling him anything.

But how could you when everyday without fail he would grace you with that smile, oozing with love and fondness before sweetly asking you, “So how was your day?”

You were in a bit of a mess with yourself, trying to figure out how to get your concerns through his thick skull. The new role you had taken on further adding to the stress you had been feeling. While you loved your job You were both physically and mentally exhausted.

It was only a matter of time before everything became too much.

To the horror of you colleagues, you had ended up fainting at work. You had finally succumbed to everything in your life that had been piling on top of you.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before you regained consciousness, surrounded by your colleagues you sat up and slowly and rubbed the back of your head sheepishly.

At that moment some paramedics had rounded the corner and while you insisted you were completely fine, you allowed them to check you for injuries and give you some fluids, it wasn’t until they were sure you were stable and didn’t need any further help that they left.

As embarrassing as the entire situation was, you were glad that your boss let you have the rest of the day off, it was near the end of your shift anyways. So you grabbed your bag and left, still mortified at what had just transpired.

As you rode the train home, the events leading up to you losing consciousness replayed in your mind, you thought about everything that had led up to that point. How your coworkers reacted. As you sat in the quiet train, your mind still struggled to process what had happened.

Even with your spiralling mind, everything led to one conclusion.

You couldn’t tell Atsumu about what happened, at least not today.

Because you knew him. You knew exactly what would happen.

It would start with the texts from worried friends, calls from both of your families, and end with people mentioning off handedly, “I heard you fainted the other day. How are you feeling?” and you would be left to do damage control as your boyfriend continued to live his carefree life.

You could tell Atsumu “don’t tell anyone this” but you knew better. You knew better than to trust him and his big mouth. How could you have any other option when he’s never proven that he could listen?

So you would stay quiet. Long enough for you to recover from your lingering headache, long enough for you to process everything that had happened and figure out how to prevent it from happening again.

Long enough to be able to finally relax without worrying who you were going to get a text or call from.

Even with your mind made, the universe seemed to laugh down at you, and make life much more difficult for you than it needed to be.

You nearly cursed out loud when you saw his car in the driveway. He was home early too.

You sighed as you slowly unlocked your front door. The sounds of the TV growing louder as you stepped in.

Atsumu turned back and gave you a look of confusion as you took off your shoes. “Hey babe, wasn’t expecting you ‘til later.”

You smiled at him “I could say the same for you.” you slid your feet into your house slippers “I got a lot of work done today and my boss let me go home early, why are you home?”

Atsumu shrugged “Practically the same as you. Been makin’ a lot of progress at practice lately.”

You walked in front of where he sat and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. even with how your relationship had been going, at least this was something you hadn’t lost.

Atsumu wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you, “did you eat yet?”

No. I was so busy at work that I kept postponing my break. You thought to yourself bitterly.

“Not yet, I decided that I might as well eat at home if I was leaving early.”

Atsumu hummed, “I haven’t either. We could order something and then watch some movies? Take advantage of our free time.”

You smiled down at him, a relaxed movie day with him was exactly what you needed. “I would like that a lot ‘Tsumu.”

You pulled slightly away and he whined, causing you to laugh softly.

“I’ll go take a shower and you can order whatever you want, ok?”

His pout grew back into the loving smile of his as he nodded, “Can I use your phone? You always have coupons.”

You nodded and he allowed you to fully pull away. Reaching into your bag you pulled out your phone and handed it to him before making your way to your shared bedroom.

It had been maybe 20 minutes of Atsumu scrolling through the various restaurants (he’s very indecisive when it comes to food) before a text from who he recognized as one of your coworkers popped up.

“Hey! Hope your feeling better. We managed to get everything done so there’s no need to worry for your next shift.

Also remember to seek medical attention if anything feels off. I know you were cleared but you hit your head pretty badly.”

He froze as he read the text over and over. He didn’t even realize how much time had passed until you came walking out of your bedroom with a relaxed smile on your face.

“Soo, you decide on a place yet?”

You were met with an extremely uncharacteristic silence, your brows furrowed as you looked at your boyfriend staring intently at your phone.

“Atsumu?”

The next thing you knew, Atsumu flipped the screen to you.

“y/n what is this? Medical attention? Did something happen?”

Your eyes skimmed the message and you froze.

“…O-oh there was a bit of an incident at work that happened before I left. No need to worry!” you tried to wave his hand away and mustered the calmest smile you could.

He looked unconvinced.

“y/n…”

You felt your resolve crumble where you stood. The accusatory look he gave you full of worry, and worse, anger.

You sighed shakily, “ever since the promotion I’ve been finding it hard to find time to really relax so…” you looked away, unable to look him in the eye due to your guilt. “I ended up fainting.”

Atsumu shot up from where he sat, “You passed out?!” his hands frantically grabbed at your shoulders, trying to get you to look at him “You should have told me right away! I could have picked you up! Who knows what would have happened if you fainted again on the subway. I can’t believe you lied, you were just going to keep this from me? Why? Why didn’t you tell me-“

You pushed yourself out of his grip, “Because I didn’t want to!” you huffed, tired of his tirade, “I admit that I was fully content with not telling you.”

His hands dropped from your shoulders and you almost broke at the sight of his crestfallen face “Why?”

You took a deep breath, “I was…scared that you were gonna tell someone.”

There was a moment of tense silence. “You…you could’ve just asked me to not-“

“Could I Atsumu? Could I really? I’m not sure if I believe that, especially after you told me that that’s just who you were and that it was unavoidable.” You paused as you realized you were raising your voice, you looked away in shame. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that sometimes I wish that our business could be our own Atsumu, even for a little bit.”

You took his silence as a cue to keep explaining yourself.

“I needed time today to finally relax for once and process everything. I can’t do that if I have someone new calling me every five minutes to make sure that I’m okay. I want to be able to worry about my own wellbeing, without having to manage other people’s. I can’t do that if you tell everyone you know what’s happening in my life.”

Atsumu’s continued silence began to worry you. “Atsumu?”

Without warning you were pulled into the familiar strong arms that could only belong to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry y/n.” he mumbled into your hair “I thought I was being supportive. I just love bragging about to to everyone and letting people know how we’re doing. I never really thought about how that would affect you. I’m sorry I made you stress out so much.”

You smiled into his chest and hugged him back “I’m happy that you understand ‘Tsumu. There’s nothing wrong with gushing about me, I just need you to understand my boundaries.”

You felt him nod “I’m sorry again I’ll do my best.”

You could already feel yourself relaxing again into his arms “that’s all I’m asking for Atsumu, thank you.”

You let out a sigh of relief as you held each other. It felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

The tender moment was interrupted by the sound of a stomach growl. There was a stunned silence before the two of you burst into a fit of laughter.

Atsumu looked down at you with a gaze that filled you with an indescribable warmth, laughter still evident in his face. “How ‘bout we order and finally relax for the night? Just the two of us?”

You smiled fondly up at the man and nodded “Just the two of us.”

[asher-agere]

HAII!! I’m back again ۹(˒௰˓)۶ I was wondering if you can do some Cg Ranpo with a little that’s anxious about their regression but super duper clingy when they’re small? No rush!! I saw you posted quite a bit today so remember to take some breaks and stuff <33 -⭐️

Happy to hear from you as always ⭐️! Thank you so much! You’re so considerate (╥ ω ╥) For me though writing this stuff is like a break! It’s incredibly relaxing and soothing for me. And so much fun! So don’t you worry. I can absolutely do that! I love caregiver Ranpo hehe

Caregiver Ranpo + Anxious Clingy Little

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✦ Ranpo knows everything. His little one shouldn’t even bother trying to hide anything. He is the world’s greatest detective after all! He’ll recognize that they’re starting to slip before they even notice! He’s super good at avoiding tantrums thanks to that. Before the baby can even process they’re upset, he’s already taking care of the issue!

✦ Ranpo is also amazing with a non-verbal little! He doesn’t need to hear anything to know what they want! He can just tell. Some caregivers might struggle between differentiating different whines. Hungry or uncomfortable? But Ranpo knows! He’ll take note of tummy grumbles, shifting in clothes, drooping of eyes, everything! Plus he thinks all the little whines and babbles sound a little bit different!

✦ His little one gets so many sweets! He’ll be careful they don’t have to much of course. Tummy aches are super yucky (,,>﹏<,,) But as long as they’re not making themselves sick he’ll let them have as much as they want! Taking from his own stash of course. No one else is allowed to touch Ranpo’s stash, but for his baby? Of course! They deserve the best!

✦ Ranpo always encourages games that require thinking! For big kids that can be Rubik’s cubes or puzzles. For a little baby all he asks is that they draw not just color! Gotta keep those creative juices flowing to get super smart like he is!

✦ Anxious little one? Yeah… Not with Ranpo! He wouldn’t even give them a chance to be anxious. The second he notices anything he’s explaining to them how amazing they are! They can just have an off-handed thought bad about themselves, suddenly here comes Ranpo to the rescue! “Y’know you’re awesome right? The cutest baby in the world. Wanna come to my desk for some candy?”

✦ He’s pretty convinced that candy fixes everything, to be fair candy is awesome! Crying baby? Sounds like they need a lollipop! Fidgeting with their hands and stuff? Have a handful of candy! Candy can fix any problem that might pop up!

✦ Ranpo would love a clingy little though! I don’t think he’d be super strong, but he’s strong enough to pick up his little one! For a short period of time at least. He’ll happily run around with them, off to solve some mysteries with the Ultimate Detective and the Mini Detective! Aka the best duo ever. If anyone doubts that fact he’ll explain why they’re wrong! Accompanied by the helpful babies babbles of course

✦ Pet names with Ranpo are super sweet! (Haha sweet, get it? I’m so funny) There’s some classics “Honey” “Sugar” “Sweet Thing” Ranpo can also have some pet names that would be considered negative? But he says them with love! “My little Dummy” “Dumb dumb” “Tiny brain” The self confidence never wavers! Oh oh I also think he’d say like “You’re so cute I could gobble you right up!” Then do the thing where he pretends to eat his baby Σ(°Δ° ꪱꪱꪱ) It tickles a whole lot!

✦ If for any reason Ranpo has to set his baby down he’ll whine just as much as they do! Even if he’s just setting them down to grab a snack, all the way to the counter then all the way back they’ll be hearing “Ughhhh It’s no fairrrr. I just want to cuddle my little baby! Why are the snacks so far away! It’s very rude. Don’t you think Sugar?” He expects babbles in response! He doesn’t wanna just be talking to himself of course!

✦ He’ll always remind his baby how much he loves them! Always always always! It’s part of his strategy to stop the anxiety before it starts! He says how much he loves them all the time! While they’re playing, watching a show, sitting down to eat. No occasion is to small to remind his baby of his love for them!

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I feel so productive! I’ve posted what, 6 things today? ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ I’m doing so good! I enjoy writing so much! And I’m so proud of the things I write too hehe. Have a wonderful amazing day everyone! Even though I’ve probably said it like 5 times by now- That means have 5 amazing days!

[hermiola]

My GO Fanfic Masterlist

Growing on Me (M, 120K, 15/15)

Human AU | Rockstar Crowley | Writer Aziraphale

Anthony J. Crowley isn’t up to much these days. In fact, you could almost say his days as a rockstar are pretty much behind him. Rotting in bed all day, with half-written songs plaguing him and no lyrics to speak of, everything points to his career being over for good. That is until Maggie, his manager, claims to have found him the perfect lyricist to get him out of his slump. And what better way to get the creative juices flowing than spending a whole month together in a secluded cottage on the Isle of Skye? That is, provided Crowley’s attempts at making the man run for the hills aren’t successful…

Take a Little Love From Me (M/E, 80K, 12/12)

Human AU (Pretty Woman) | Bickerflirting | Happy Ending

“How would I go about persuading you?” The stranger tilted his head to the side, considering. “For starters, you’ll have to pay me.” Aziraphale scoffed. “You can hardly charge me for directions.” “I can do whatever I want, angel. I’m not the one who got lost, now, am I?” * After fleeing a disastrous work event masked as his 50th birthday party and getting lost in a car he can’t seem to drive, Aziraphale Eastgate, CEO of Eastgate’s Booksellers Ltd., meets the mysterious Anthony, who offers to help… and not just with directions. Things escalate as they are wont to do.

Crazy Little Thing (Called Love) (T, 9K, 1/1)

Silly Misunderstandings | First Kisses & Love Confessions

Aziraphale can’t actually be suggesting what Crowley infers he’s implying… Satan bless it, he can’t even bring himself to think the thought without discorporating on the spot. “On a what?” he chokes out, because there can be no room for error here. Aziraphale glances away, then opens and closes his mouth multiple times before whispering: “On a date.” “Which date?” he asks dumbly, hands desperately itching for his sunglasses. He’d break eye-contact and look for them if he didn’t suspect he was hallucinating the whole thing. “Like… like a specific day?” Aziraphale’s expression, a heady mix of hopeful and anxious, melts once again into haughty annoyance. “Goodness gracious, no. I meant on a date. Like… like, you know, romantically,” he clarifies, fidgeting. “With another person.” Whatever excitement Crowley was starting to feel dies a very sudden, very depressing death... * (Or: Aziraphale tries to ask Crowley on a date, but they misunderstand each other. So Crowley agrees to help Aziraphale pick up someone in a bar while secretly trying to sabotage him; little does he know that the angel is also trying to sabotage the whole thing. Shenanigans ensue. And kisses too.)

Let There Be Rock (T, 6K, 1/1)

First Meeting after 1967 | Bittersweet Ending | Misuse of AC/DC songs

Aziraphale doesn’t know what to expect, and to be quite honest with himself, he doesn’t even care, curiosity having already been replaced by sheer annoyance. The excited shrieks have turned into something awfully resembling howls and the last thing he wants to do with his afternoon is stare at a wretched rock band signing records for dreamy-eyed admirers. Music is now playing in the background and Aziraphale, who has spent millennia reporting to Gabriel and has become quite adept at blocking out irritating noises, wouldn’t even notice it if the lyrics didn’t catch his attention straight away. Well I met her in the garden, underneath that old apple tree... * Or: The year is 1979 and The Small Backroom is hosting a record signing event for a band called Let There Be Rock. Aziraphale has opinionsTM about it, especially when he reads some of their preposterous lyrics about angels and demons. First of all, angels cannot, under any circumstances, be tempted. Secondly, he has no idea who this mysterious Angel is even supposed to be... nothing to do with him, of course.

Final Breakthrough (Now!) (T, 10K, 1/1)

Post-Season 2 Fix It | Angst with a Happy Ending

“Aw, what happened? Bad day at the office?” He’s both very proud and very ashamed of the whiny voice that comes out of his mouth. “Did you suddenly realise your esteemed coworkers are a bunch of tossers?” Aziraphale keeps looking at him in a way that makes him feel exposed even behind his sunglasses, and he doesn’t waver. He just… stares. No, glares. And he doesn’t move either, doesn’t even breathe properly. The angel slowly wets his lips like he’s tasting a subpar chocolate mousse, tilts up his chin and says: “No,” like he’s stabbing the air with it. Crowley laughs, a short, ugly thing that quickly turns sour in the back of his throat. “Of course you didn’t.” --- Or: 5 times Aziraphale and Crowley don't talk + 1 time they finally do.

When Hell Freezes Over (T, 22K, 3/3)

Human AU | Illusionist Crowley | Critic Aziraphale | Ace Crowley | Pan Aziraphale

“Not afraid at all” the angel finally says. “I mean, maybe slightly afraid. You see, my editor-in-chief doesn’t know I’m here.” “He doesn’t?” “I was supposed to review the new production of Hamlet…” “The one with Ian McKellen?” “Yes, exactly, but Eve – Miss Gardner, that is – she’s been working so hard and she would love nothing more than to be taken seriously, and she thought Gabriel gave her this assignment for all the wrong reasons, you see – and, between us, knowing Gabriel, I’m quite sure she was right – and, and I realized she needed my assignment way more than I did. So, if you really must know, I just… gave it away.” “You what?!” “I gave it away!” the angel repeats, slightly distressed. “Let me get this straight: you traded the chance to review one of the most anticipated shows of the year to interview… little old me?” - (Or: Crowley is a magician with a new Inferno-inspired show opening in London, Aziraphale the angelic-looking journalist who's supposed to interview him. Crowley immediately tries his best to ruffle his feathers. Much to his surprise, though, Aziraphale isn't as pearl-clutchy as he looks. Things go as you'd expect.)

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

HI HELLO I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH I BEEN LITTERALLY SCROLLING THROUGH UR BLOG NONSTOP HEARTS HEARTS <<333 HDHFJGVUKVK (esp your cyno stuff I LOVE HIM)

ANYWAYS- can i request a character who BARELY gets sick like their body whistands just about anything and theyre pretty tough and resilient

BUT THEN they get SO sick and IT HITS THEM LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING BUS. Theyre low key just as surprised as anyone else because theyre so out of touch with their body they dont even realize it until they just straight up pass out or something

but even then they dont even admit it like “me? sick? never”

and yummm what if they dont know what to do because theyre never sick like its a first and they are so *bad* at dealing with it, like so bad it’s embarrassing someone has to step in. when caretaker steps in theyre like “this is how u do it” but then sickie goes like “but im not even sick” and caretaker is patiently like “yeah mhm”

bonus points if they hate being fussed over. maybe someone tries to put their hand on their forehead to check for temperature and they will dodge out the way with such speed like they’re low key so *uncomfortable* with the amounts of attention theyre getting they would rather suffer in silence (ill let you ponder on why 🤭)

but alas whatever they caught is A BITCH so they have to get bombarded with love and affection cue evil laugh <3

u could do this for any character u see fit, but cyno is def a suggestion cuz i can see him doing that (and because i love seeing him suffer sorry not sorry)

spent so much time writing this my icecream melted im slightly annoyed but i can only blame myself LOL anyway im sorry for this long ass column of writing, dont feel pressured to include everything i wrote it was really just food for thought like to get the creative juice flowing perhaps (or its just my endless stream of thoughts begging to go somewhere)

ANYWAYS BYE BYE LOVE YOU TAKE CARE OF URSELF MWAH MWAH <33

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON! 🩷 I'm so happy you enjoy my works!!

This is SUCH a good concept! I love the whole scenario of "character never gets sick so when they do get sick it's bad." There's just soooo much potential with the trope! And I'm a sucker for characters who're not used to being sick, so they just do not understand what's happening.

"I'm feeling funny."

"Funny how?"

"I don't kno-" *proceeds to pass out*

Even better if they're avoiding being fussed over like the plague! But damn they need it because they have no idea how to look after themselves.

This definitely works for Cyno! Though it wouldn't fit in my current modern au, because unfortunately for him I've made poor Cyno very used to being sick there. So if I were to write this for Cyno, it'd have to be super far back in the past, or part of a different au!

But but but, here me out. Sethos. This could be a brilliant introductory fic for him into my modern au. Since he hasn't appeared yet, he's the perfect candidate for the "has no experience with being sick" trope.

But that's just an idea! I absolutely love all of this, and I'd be equally happy to write this for a different version of Cyno as well!

If you want to, anon, you can request for this to be written during Sicktember! My requests are closing in a couple of days on the 1st of August so I can start pre-writing, so if you want to request, now is the time to do it!!

Thank you so much again for all the kind words! And of course, rest in peace to the poor ice cream that melted during the writing of this ask

[redheadspark]

December Part One Prompt Session (CLOSED)

Hello, my lovelies!

Happy Holidays to those who celebrate! I'm happy to be back to writing again after some time since I was occupied with life, of course, and now I wanna get my creative juices flowing again!

This theme is: Hurt and Comfort

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There is only One Prompt list for this session, you can request up to TWO numbers, not more than two per request! Please provide BOTH the numbers you would like AND the character to pair it with.

Example: May I have Aziel from ACOTAR with #5 and #16 ?

*I write out the requests as a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Sunday, December 10th at 3:00 PST

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Prompt List made by @promptfairy

"You don't have to hide your tears from me"

"I will always believe in you"

"Please just hold me"

"You are my home"

"You can admit you're hurting. It's okay to not be okay"

"You've always been strong for me. Let me return the favor"

"Please don't ever give up"

"Why do you always think you have to do everything on your own?

"You are so fucking powerful"

"Don't worry. I'll protect you"

"Just say the word. I'd do anything for you"

"Shh, it's just a nightmare. You're safe"

"Don't talk about yourself like that,"

"No matter what anyone else says, you are important to me,"

"I hate seeing you like this. Please....let me help."

"You know I'll always have your back"

"I just need a hug"

"hold my hand?"

"I'll destroy anything that so much as thinks of harming you,"

"I'm so so sorry, you don't deserve that,"

Once again, I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Sunday, December 10th, at 3:00 PST.

As a bonus treat for you all, I'll throw in a mini Christmas session before I leave for Oregon to see family for Christmas on December 21st. So if you miss out on this session, don't worry! I'll whip up another right after this one!

Thanks, and happy requesting!

Tagging - @a-lumos-in-the-nox @botanicalbarnes @heliosphere8 @virtueassassin @ethereal-athalia @heartofwritiing @valeridarkness @pemberlyy @saradika

[ikamigami]

My creative juices are flowing so here's a lil more. "Everyone.... has died. At some point. I'm not sure how I haven't... I kinda just... am alive through everything.... I still don't understand why I'm still alive after everything.... someway or somehow.. I wish... I wish things weren't constantly happening... I kinda just stay at home... or am at the daycare... as everything just... happens. It's not a life to be exactly happy about... or to look forward to.. sorry if this was... depressing but it could be worse.. I could've been dead so many times... Moon tried getting better but... still all these issues with him.."

And here's a continuation! I love it!

Yeah, Sun's life is a constant suffering 😭

And he does wonder why everything keeps happening to them and why he's the only one that survives everything 😢

Poor Sun QwQ

Thank you for this again, dear anon ^^

[lindyloosims]

Chapter One, Part Two:

This recent behaviour of his puzzled Dex just as much as it did Ash, he had no clue why he hadn't gone down there and offered to help. He had no idea why he chose to stay out of sight and watch the clumsy girl who tripped over the old saggy box and landed on top of it, spilling it's contents all over the lobby. What he did know was that after they'd got all their things inside the flat, Dexter was inspired to play his keyboard and write a new song...something he hadn't done since he broke up with Rosalie!

With all of their bags and boxes inside, the girls took a moving in photo of each other and intended to hang it on the wall as a reminder that they started happy and must continue to be exactly that no matter what happened...happy!

When the doorbell rang for the first time, Roxy frowned and stifled a yawn, "Nope, not going! It's all yours Miss 'I want to be a super duper uber chef girly!'"

"Gee thanks FRIEND!" Lainie laughed and went to answer the door...

...stood outside was a young woman around their age. She had brown hair with blonde streaks and her outfit was...loud was the only way Lainie could describe it. When she spoke, Lainie knew she was a bit eccentric, "Hi there new person! I'm Charlotte, Charlotte Kennedy! I live over there up on the landing with all the plants and the cats that use the elevator! I came to say...well...hello!"

"Hi, I'm Lainie! Nice to meet you!"

"Welcome to the building Lainie! Is that short for Elaine?"

"No, it's not it's...!" Charlotte cut her off, not even waiting to find out what it was short for,

"Oh, strange ha! What's in a name except letters and funny pronunciations!" She chuckled to herself.

Lainie found this girl, Charlotte, odd to say the least! She was very colourful and extremely pretty but totally off her rocker! "Have you met the boys from number twelve yet?" she raised an eyebrow at Lainie and stared intently at her.

"N-no I haven't, not yet!" 

"Well a word of warning, they are very noisy boys! They're in a band together and they practice a lot! I'm next door in number 11 and I hear EVERYTHING! Mrs Ubercutes has a terrible time trying to sleep! She's my older cat!"

"Oh!"

"So if there's anything you need, just come on up the stairs over there and give me a knock. I work at the cat shelter down the road three days a week but apart from that I'm always in!"

"Thanks, it was really nice to meet you Charlotte." As Charlotte smiled vacantly at Lainie she tried to go back into the flat and batter Roxy for hiding inside and leaving her alone. But part of her found Charlotte Kennedy to be a sweetheart who only wanted a friend. She got the impression that she only had her cats to talk to, which was sad as she was so kind and caring! "I'll stop by and see you some time, me and Roxy!"

"Oh, I never get visitors, it would be really lovely! We can have tea and biscuits and talk about the weather! How wonderful!" Yes this poor cat lady was just lonely, what harm could it do to visit her now and again?

Since spotting the cute clumsy girl an hour before, Dexter's creative juices were flowing! Not only had he penned a song, he had also begun to sketch a picture of something other than a piece of fruit! Ash came breezing into the flat as Dex continued to draw and Drew was dozing on the couch, he slept a lot. "Hey hey boys! We're going out!" Ash announced and kicked the side of the couch to wake Drew.

"Andrew???"

"He's asleep Ashton?" Dex's voice came from behind the kitchen unit.

"You don't say Sherlock!" Ash replied sarcastically, "DREW WAKE UP!!!"

Drew was not too pleased to be disturbed, "What the hey elder Maloney!"

"We're going to go and say hi to the new girls downstairs!"

"Are we now? For why oh fearless leadless?" Drew yawned and smirked at Ash.

"Because Dexter has a crush on one of the girls and it'll be fun!"

Drew instantly stood up and said "I'm in!"

"I'm not going! You can't make me!" Dexter pouted and whined like a four year old.

"If you don't then Drew here will tell them all about you...HIS version!"

"Hehe ohhhh yeah!" Drew laughed and Dex got up rather swiftly from the floor...

"I will observe from the landing!"

"What is wrong with you? You and our bannister are getting pretty friendly lately!" Ash gave his usually flirty and confident younger brother a puzzled look.

"I don't think this is very funny dear brother!" Dex continued to pout and refused to look at either Ash or Drew.

"Aw Dex! You just turn on your charm and she'll be putty in your hands like all the others! This is just what you need to get over Rowena!"

"Rosalie!"

"Whatever, come on!"

"They're probably out!" Dex tried to reverse back up the stairs but his brother grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

"We just have to be polite and introduce ourselves! Simple as that!"

"I have stuff to do!" Dex once again tried to go back upstairs...

"Seriously what IS wrong with you Dexter??? Drew! Go ring the bell!"

"Why me?" Drew sighed and gave Ash a dirty look.

"Fine, I'll go ring the bell then!" Ash muttered and headed for the girls' door.

As the doorbell rang for a second time that day, Lainie wasn't letting Roxy away with it this time, "Okay we both go Brownie's honour?"

"Brownie's honour! Wait! That's a peace sign!" Roxy chuckled and gave Lainie a mocked disapproving look.

"So? Let's go torment the neighbours!" Lainie replied with a bigger laugh.

The noisy boys! That's what came to Lainie's mind when she saw the three tattooed males standing outside her door. Roxy mumbled her approval in the shape of "Hubba hubba!" as Lainie elbowed her to be quiet.

The one in the middle spoke first, rather nervously, like he hadn't spoken to a woman in a while bless him. "Hi! I'm Ashton Maloney, this is Andrew Mitchell..." he gestured to his right hand side, and then to his left...

"And this...is my brother Dexter!" the young man on his left was looking straight at Lainie, when she caught his eye he looked away blushing. He seemed rather bashful, and ever so cute!

"I'm Lainie Robertson and this is my best friend Roxy Harmon."

"It's nice to meet you girls, isn't it Dexter???" Ash gritted his teeth and nodded his head towards Lainie as the shy one, Dexter, shuffled forward...

"Hello!" Lainie said softly and smiled.

"H-hi!" he managed to reply.

Dexter could hardly find the words, his mouth was dry and his palms were sweating. He felt hot all over and his legs were turning to jelly where he stood...

...Lainie was mesmerised by him, he wasn't her type but she was under his spell. She didn't go for pretty boys, and he was ever so pretty for a boy! Despite the facial hair and the tattoos, he was a beautiful looking man!

Time stood almost still, every move and sound they made happened in slow motion. His hand reaching out and hers responding...

...so slowly and shakily, funny...he didn't seem the type to be shy and lost for words...

...he tried to speak, his eyes fixed on hers, but nothing came out. He had the most bewitching blue eyes, not like hers, they were almost turquoise! So bright and full of passion and creativity... 

...Dexter was transfixed! She had the cutest freckles and the most adorable nose! Their hands were inches apart but taking an age to actually...

...touch! As he felt her fingers entwine in his, it felt like his heart had stopped! And he would never be the same again!!!

End of Chapter Two.

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[maxthefryingpan12]

Okay! I am here to request something! It's super vague so I'm sorry if this is not enough to get your creative juices flowing. If you need more detail just let me know and I'll do whatever I can to help you out! I was wondering if you wouldn't mind writing some super domestic fluff with Hellboy!! No specific stipulations. You have free range of the world and everything about it. I just really need some domestic fluff in my life right about now!!

Thank you so much for your time! Let me know if this doesn't work for you 😊❤️

This does work for me and I think I have an idea on what to write! I’m a little fuzzy on the details of Hellboy since I haven’t seen it in a long time but I’ll try my best!

The Demon and the Crazy Cat Witch.//Hellboy(Anung Un Rama) x Witch!Fem!Reader

Should the need arise, I will write GN and Male versions!

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Hellboy was still getting used to the new layout of his room. Having recently been renovated due to his new girlfriend the place was more spacious and clean. You see his girlfriend, Y/N L/N, was a witch. While she brought more cats she also brought her work and work space, and her tidiness. Unlike the demon she liked to keep the place clean and organized. Which wasn’t a problem since it became a habit to clean together regularly. So much of a habit that he even cleaned while she was on a mission without him.

He liked the fact that he didn’t argue with her as much as well. Life was nice. The cats were well taken care of, the apartment was clean, they were happy. He especially liked the fact that she always took care of him after missions.

They were also a great team together. She motivated him to be a better person and she was always so kind to him. He couldn’t stop with the reasons he loved her.

The mutual love for cats was one of the biggest reasons. He doesn’t think he’s ever been happier.

Sometimes the two of them cuddle up on the couch and watch movies until you both fall asleep.

Tonight was no different.

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Midnight, my familiar, was curled up in my lap as I was cuddled into my boyfriend’s side with my legs draped over his lap. We were watching an action movie and curled up on the couch. The soft blanket around us made the moment even more tender as Anung rubbed circles on my thigh mindlessly. Every once in a while he would kiss the top of my head and squeeze me closer.

Every time he did I would smile and snuggle closer.

Earlier today he returned from a long mission and said that he just wants to spend time with me.

“Hey, can we talk about something?” Anung asked.

“Sure, what’s up?” I looked up at him.

He paused the movie before speaking. “We’ve been together for a while now.” He started.

“Yes, is something wrong?” My eyebrows furrowed.

“No, nothing is wrong. You know I love you, and I’d do anything for you.” He continued.

“Yes?” I looked at him in confusion.

“I know we haven’t talked about it… but I’d like to ask you to marry me…” his eyes met mine, his filled with fear and desperation.

I was speechless. Of course I would love to marry him, but how? Maybe this is just something we’d have to fight for. I’d be happy to.

“I’d love to marry you.” I smiled brightly.

Relief washed over his face as he cupped mine in his large hand and placed his lips on mine.

He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine and looked into my eyes. “It’s a plan then.”

I giggled and kissed him again.

The rest of the night was spent in each other’s arms.

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Let me know if y’all want a spicy part two.

Bye!~

[kinky-knitter]

"Let's just have a chill hangout tonight, okay?"

It had been a few weeks since we'd gotten together - a chill night seemed reasonable. Well, it would have been, except I had taken it upon myself to edge and not cum for the past 9 days. So I was super needy, horny and all my creative juices were flowing.

I spent a ton of time trying to determine how this new IKEA table could fit into our next play sesh (that night). I had been fantasizing about being bent over something and having all my holes available to him. The experimentation did result in this video so I'm not too upset. There did wind up being some heel holding, hogtie-esque positioning that let him play w my cunt and move around me to take my throat again, too.

Back to business - I didn't really do anything too special with my outfit, a simple bralette, a lacy thong that I had been wearing for the past 24 hours - with that silly piece of crotch fabric removed, of course - and my collar. Last minute threw on some mascara and sloppy eyeliner and some lipstick. He hadn't told me how I should be ready for him, so I picked a semi-lazy position - seated on the floor, legs spread, just rubbing. I was torn, he said "chill" which could mean me sitting on the couch, needing some warm up, soft touch time. Alas, I was SO SO SO wet and horny, I figured mouth open, tongue out would be the best approach to getting what I so desperately needed.

He walked in the door, I'm sure he could smell me from there. I had been mindlessly rubbing for a couple hours at this point as I went about my chores and explorations (i.e. my attempt to fold laundry and forever getting distracted).

I was so ready and was a bit disappointed to hear that he thought he should wash off a bit after a sweaty day at work. Next time, I'll be sure to tell him that I want him right then, sweat and all.

Cut to him finally approaching me after washing off a bit. I love when he lets me nuzzle my face in against his shorts - rubbing my nose and mouth and face into this warm little pocket so I can breathe in his scent. I love how turned on I get from just that. I'm frantically rubbing my clit over my panties and moaning as I smother my face in against his cock and balls. FINALLY, he takes off his shorts so I can do the same intimate nuzzling right up against his skin. Cue more frantic rubbing and moaning and probably some grunting.

"Aw, is my Holes in it's happy place?"

He already knows the answer, he didn't need to ask, but I'm sure he loves hearing me moan and give out that breathy, "Yes, Sir."

And it's true, the moment I can smell him and feel his cock up against my face, I'm happy.

I'm even more ecstatic as he finally tells me to open up. I know the drill, and at this stage of 9 days edging, I'm nice and relaxed and more willing/able to turn my mind off and just give into the physical sensations.

My mouth is open, my tongue is out. I make a point of not closing it during this session, my tongue stays out. So all those times that I would usually gag, he would give me a break, and I would close my mouth and swallow that drool? Those don't happen, I'm a drooling little cock hole for my Dom. I'm loving it. He's grabbing that drool, spreading it over my face and pushing his cock back down my throat again. More drool, of course.

I'm a mess by the time he tells me to get up and bend over the Ikea table. We try out the "hogtie, heel grab." It's not super sustainable for me - I'll work on it. He does utilize my position to get his cock my my mouth and throat at a different angle. I'm still loving it.

"Is your bedroom prepared for play?"

*Of course it is. I've learned from all my past experiences. If He is coming over, the waterproof blanket is going over everything... *

To be continued...

[lovebirdgames]

Well, after all that bullshit with Wiley, I never expected to find it in myself to care about the dude

But that Final Route was more than enough to change my mind about him

Now I was and never will be a band kid, I'll never know what it could've been for myself, however if it's anything like how you all expressed your pure love for it in this game than damn, I really missed out!

But that's ok, you guys were generous and determined enough to give me a small peice of that, and that's enough for me. Honestly I could talk and talk about the characters and the writing and the music and EVERYTHING for hours, but what I wanted to express in this ask is that you guys showed just how much band means to you, how devoted your are to it, enough to make a whole ass fucking game around it

I'm just kinda in awe really, I keep repeating myself but, this game is nothing short of pure love.

So, I don't know what you guys plan on doing next but I wanted to thank you for sharing that love with us, it was a wild ride and I'll make sure to visit it again time to time, I wish you nothing but the best and I hope you guys love your future projects as much as you did this one

Brb flavoring my coffee with tears...

The fact that our love was able to reach you makes everything so worth it. And thank you for taking the time to share this with us, I've just been sitting here reading it over and over. My day is definitely made. I'm also happy to hear Mr. Wiley was able to get into your good graces!

I promise you can expect the same amount of love put into future projects!! Whether it's a sequel for this game or we move onto our next project, I'm really excited for what's waiting in the wings. In fact, I've felt the creative juices flowing as of late and I'm dying to get back to writing. It's been a while.

Thank you so much and wish you the best as well. <3

[midomon]

My favourite pieces from Cringetober this year.

Vent about art struggles and mental health below break.

Man, this October kicked my ass. I've been doing all sorts of October challenges every year since 2017 and usually half of the year's best art comes from them. For 2021 and 2022 I did a promptless artober/drawtober challenge just to get me back into drawing and painting after burnout and it's worked wonders to get the creative juices flowing.

This year was different though. Massive stress and negative life events have been kicking my ass since May and I had 1-2 months of no drawing in July and August because of moving houses. I've felt like I lost my art ability in that time (not that I was that great to begin with lol) and I hit a slump, with a feeling of regression.

I had high hopes for October though. The daily drawing spurt usually helps with those slumps and I get many sparks of happiness and inspiration. I felt like the art burnout was far enough behind me, that I could challenge myself with a fun prompt list and just enjoy doodling silly stuff.

Instead, I just struggled. Everything felt bad since day 1 (I tried making a new drawing then, but after 2 hours of struggling and just not being able to draw what I wanted, I posted a drawing I completed 2 days earlier that happened to fit the prompt. It was cheating, but at the same time not, because I had made it in one day).

I just felt frustrated, like I couldn't draw or paint at all and those art muscles just wouldn't wake up. And that feeling hit me in the face again and again 31 times. I'm still not sure, what was different this year... Am I not fully aware of the toll this year has had on me and this was just a symptom? Is my dead beat job fucking me up so bad? Was my new and very different sketchbook contributing to the feel and look of making art? Was doing prompts adding too much challenge for me after all? Did the fact that I didn't get as much external validation, affect the feel of everything? (I had 600+ followers on Twitter and this was my first year not posting there, but to new platforms instead so there was wayyyyyy less likes and such. I know you shouldn't care about that but external validation feeds my nonexistent self esteem too well). Did I have too much internal mental pressure to only make amazing shit, because I'm on new platforms where I should build an audience?

I don't know. We'll see how I think and feel about all this as time goes by. We'll see if I'll do promptless stuff next year instead or not even do a challenge at all.

My mental health overall is in shambles and the feeling of isolation, hopelessness, anxiety and dread gnaw up on me every day more and more. I don't know when I'll pick up the pen next, but when I do, I hope I have found a chill and easy way to loosen up and build back that deteriorated skill.

[j-c-nth]

Hi! I recently got into the jjk fandom and soon after found your ltlyc goyuu betrothal au and I must say I am so invested with your work. I’ve re-read everything you’ve posted so far at least 3 times (and counting cuz I just love it that much). I love it so much that out of Ao3 i had to hunt down your tumblr for any ltlyc crumbs. Respectfully, I would like to ask if you will be adding any more to the series? I’m so curious about the gravity of gojo wrecking havoc and how Choso is #best brother awardee. Again, I love your work and wish you the best! May your creative juices flow more

Wow! It's still so wild to me that anyone would read my story once, much less multiple times. It means so much to me that something I put so much of my time and energy into could bring anyone else happiness thank you sooo much for letting me know! I am humbly offering you my heart on a platter. 💕💕🍳🍳

Rest of the answer under the cut 'cause I cannot be brief so sorry.

As far as adding more to the world, to be HONEST asking for it wasn't ever really meant to be and ltlyc was supposed to end when Yuuji went into the box. But I spent so much time (Over half a year) thinking about this version of Gojo and this version of Yuuji and we really really didn't get to see much of them interacting, especially with Yuuji as an adult. Sooo I wrote the second part to explore that and kind of hand-waived all the shit in between, 100% self indulgent and entirely for myself. 😳 I shared it when I realized how much of it there would be and it's been so nice to see everyone enjoying it!

All of that to say I honestly don't think I could do justice to a rescue and recovery arc which is what would rightfully have gone in between the two if I had actually had any intentions of writing asking for it. I'm so sorry to disappoint!

I do however have some other snippets that I'm happy to share once the last chapter is up. Thank you for your interest!! 🙏❤️

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Belated Mid-Year Review

How is it September already? It genuinely feels like we should still be coming out of winter, yet fall is just around the corner! Time really flies. I have been meaning to post a general progress overview for months now. I have half written drafts dating back to May. Better late than never I suppose. This year has been, overall, a good year for me so far, yet I can’t help but feel I’m incredibly behind in everything I’ve wanted to do this year. It’s a never ending battle for me to actually look back and be happy with the work I’ve gotten done. This year has been one of my better years, I think. To give a quick summary of what Audio Elk has gotten done this year:

I released a new paid sound library, Lewd Props, which (in my opinion) has some of the best foley recordings I’ve done in a long time.

I released two free sound libraries, a footsteps library and an ambiance library, onto Itch.io, along with providing additional free updates to both a few months after release.

I’ve been working with a furry Game Dev doing creature sound design for their project (one creature is nearing complete!)

I launched my new website earlier in the year (and, naturally, have already begun working on a new design…)

I’ve done a commission or two here and there as well, as long as the occasional audio pass just for fun. All in all a better year than I remember it being so far. I’ve fallen behind on some of my other projects, mostly as a result of a long struggle with the ability to focus and reset my brain after work. I’ve gotten back into writing again, and am working on a few short stories that I’d love to share eventually. I’m also in an on again off again process of restructuring the book I wrote last year into a story I’d be happy with putting out there. I’m also working on scripts for my audio drama projects again. Currently in talks with a voice actor to produce my ‘proof of concept’ script, and I’m really starting to feel that creative juice flowing again. No promises on when the short stories will be done, but I’m hoping to have this proof of concept out by the end of the year, assuming no unexpected barriers appear. I will prepare another update as projects near completion, so I can provide a proper announcement when the time comes. Until then, I hope the fall season treats you well, and if I don’t post again by then, have a Happy Halloween! 

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