#thaaaank you anon :]]

[lolalovesu]

2&26? ☀️

hi friend! thank you for the ask x

2. what movie do you wish you could unwatch?

honestly? interstellar. my stepdad loves that movie and asked my mom & me to watch it with him and that was the most boring 2 hours of my life i swear. i hate it so much like god. it's so boring sorry if i make someone mad here

26. which movie made you think the most about life?

ladybird because their relationship reminded me of me and & my mom when i was a teenager. i love my mom lots and we have a great relationship now but i felt every second of that movie - and i watched it on a flight so!

movies ask bait

[kyoupann]

TOH drabble prompt “Luz + helium voice”

Oh boy,, it's been a year since I've engaged with TOH but I'll try my best. Just a heads ups that I haven't even read TOH fanfiction. Also heheee sorry, i was really tired yesterday.

Luz inspected the room, looking for any spot she may have missed while on her decorating frenzy; she had been wanting to do something nice for King as their birthday soon approached... it was of no surprise to anyone, especially herself, that time passed her by quicker than she expected. One look at the calendar and the day was today and the Owl House was devoid of any signs that a national holiday (as King would dub it) was to take place. So she gathered the gang at an ungodly hour of the morning to go fetch everything they would need; decorations, food, games, gifts - can't forget those!- all to host the best surprise party there ever was. And although perfectionism was Amity's job, Luz was damn proud of the job she had done with the place. Everything was ready; floating balloons decorating the ceiling, a colorful canopy dangling from the chandelier and, most important, the three-tier monster cake was in the front view from the main entrace. Ohh, King was gonna love this! "HEEEEEEE-" A high pitched screech snapped her out of her thoughts; Hooty was calling. But... that was not his voice. "Why do you sound...?" She didn't even need to finish the question as she saw him take a deep inhale of a rogue balloon and let out the most insane cackle she had ever heard. With tears in her eyes from trying to contain the contagious laughter, she grabbed the balloon and inhaled herself. After all, King would love a little helium voice-flavoured birthday song.

[jeansagain]

Oooo were you looking for rpgmaker horror recommendations??

Def recommend Misao, Mad Father, The Witch’s House, Stray Cat Crossing

I think To The Moon was also made from rpgmaker but it’s less of a horror game

YESS to all of these!! The Witch’s House is such a classic. I actually haven’t played Stray Cat Crossing tho so I’ll give it a go!

I’m planning to do some rpg horror fanart for the Halloween season (if time allows), so i’m rly glad to know people are still fond of these games!

[dontlookforme00]

🎶✨️when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers🎶✨️

Yeah sure!!! :3 as of right nowww,,

It Gets Worse- Mindless Self Indulgence

The Ballad of Dr Jekyll- Chonny Jash

contempt.- Chonny Jash

She Only Loves Me When I'm There- Chonny Jash

does it sound familiar?- Chonny Jash

[t4tsurge]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I JUST READ ALL OF YOUR FICS AND OMG IM IN LOVE WITH THE WAY YOU WRITE SURGE OMG <3 <3 <3 <3

I LOVE SURGEAMY AND I LOVE NONBINARY TRANSMASC SURGE AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE AND AJHDBCSJDCKJS I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS BUT IDK HOW TO WRITE THEM SO JUST KNOW I LOVE YOUR WRITTEN WORKS AND YOUR ART AND YEAH HAVE A GREAT DAY <3 <3 <3 <3

OMG THANK YOU!!!!! I always worry that I write Surge super ooc since I end up projecting so much onto them, so hearing that makes me feel a little better. Hopefully one day soon I can finish writing something and post again lmao. And hell yeah, enby transmasc Surge!!! So much they/them swag!!!!

[sunset-bridge]

about ur ake shoo takes like i agree a lot with the fact the fandom tends to focus on the extremes rather than the complexities. either making goro a total innocent baby or an irredeemable evil monster, and making ake shoo either pleasant and romantic or just that they hate each other a lot and thats it. when its really much deeper, and that annoys me about a lot of it. (also them misinterpreting.... so much of canon due to bias)

YEAH YEAH ANON !!!! RRRRAAA Mfw the world is cute shades of gray and not black or white hellooooo isnt that kinda cool guys wouldnt it be cool if a game talked about this a bit a cute bit yeah (not directed at u btw just . Yelling at the void)

Like honestly both extreme takes are soo bad so fucking stupid like helloo did we play the same game. Like ofc woobyfing goro and honestly thinking hes an angel or did nothing wrong is bad but also making him seem heartless and completely evil too like helloooo hi hi . Mr. i want to be needed and wanted and loved helloooo hi

Gonna sound delulu again but yes ur so right its like deeper than that hellooo like goro feels so much shit about joker he feels jealous he feels admiration he feels hate he feels respect he wants joker to need him he wants wants his efforts to go noticed but joker threatens his entire core of being with his mere existence how the hell is someone supposed to be normal about this . I couldnt be normal about it personally

Anyways yeah thats it thats what annoys me a lot too about a loooot of ake shooers shu akeers

Anyways cough thank you

[dysco-lymonade]

For why we follow on anon - because your vibe is great! You followed me and when I saw your name pop up, I was like “oooo this person is clever!” And I was right!

[isitcariina]

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[castielsprostate]

hewwo i live in nl and have a dropout subscription since the summer

oh for real??? im gonna check that out then hehehehe last time i checked it still wasn't available for me but!!!!! hopefully!!!

[hey-august]

omg #5 for a blue bottle with quotes #1 “Give me that.” and #6“I like this.”? and super congrats on 250!! Your writing is wonderful <3 <3

Thaaaank you so much, anon!! I appreciate this so much! 🩷 I'm glad bottle was the first one I got to write - it was the first one I came up with when creating the prompt list. 🥹🥹

Prompts: Bottle (blue), "Give me that." "I like this." Teaser: "Messages in a bottle - feelings and thoughts sent into the world by cowards who were too afraid to keep them." Warnings: SFW. Not an established relationship. Some negative feelings of not being enough, stagnant, and not fitting in. Word count: ~1.4k

Check out my 250 Follower Prompt Event and see fulfilled prompts here.

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“Captain, we found another one!”

Buggy’s head whipped around before the rest of his body turned, facing away from the shoreline he had been studying. Cabaji held up a bottle. It was sealed and unlabeled. The blue glass turned translucent in the sunlight and revealed a shadow within.

“Give me that!” Buggy shouted as a hand zoomed over to snatch the bottle. He held it aloft to study the movement inside while questioning Cabaji. It was by luck that one of the crew noticed the odd bobbing in the water not long ago. 

The pirate captain retreated to his quarters, footsteps moving in time with the drumming in his chest. He was certain this was another one. The bottle and the wax coating the top were familiar. Fingers picked at the trails that hardened along the neck of the bottle, a fruitless attempt at assessing how long ago the container was filled, sealed, and tossed. Just like all the others, the material stuck fast. No softness indicating recent activity, nor crumbling from an extended passing of time.

Buggy pulled out a knife from one of his coat’s interior pockets and deftly cut along the mouth of the bottle before sticking the knife into the wax covered cork. He tugged. And tugged again. And once more. Barely any movement. He slapped the heel of the bottle, hoping it would jostle the cork. Nothing. Shit. Gripping the wooden handle tightly, he tried twisting next. And tried. An awful screeching squeak filled the room as the cork whined from the motion. Satisfied with the movement, he pulled again. Nope.

Frustration coursed through his muscles, trembling his hand and shaking the bottle. If he wasn’t so worried about the object inside, Buggy would have welcomed the tinkling of smashed glass long ago. The captain collapsed into the chair behind his desk and eyed the sapphire bottle. He chewed on his lip and sucked his teeth, letting the thoughts in his head run their courses. With a silent nod, he nested the bottle between his knees and gripped the neck in one hand. Disconnecting an arm, that hand gripped the knife handle once more and drew back. After a few tense seconds, the cork popped with a hollow sound. As if his lungs had been corked as well, Buggy released his own breath.

Finally, he was able to tease out the paper inside and unfold it. The papers were never rolled, always folded. It seemed to be easier to stuff them inside the bottles this way. Familiar handwriting filled his vision. Familiar, yet unknown. Buggy didn’t know the author, but had come across enough bottles and letters to create a one-sided connection. Well, sort of one-sided. While the pirate had read seven (soon to be eight) letters, he currently had six bottles in his possession - three brown, one green, and the newest blue bottle. He had used two other bottles to send his own letters out to sea, filled with anonymous responses and shameless hope that they may find their way back to the owner.

Why, though? Why did these writings have such a hold on him? Buggy wasn’t sure. At first he thought they were silly. Of course he expected the first few to be treasure maps, not words from an unknown person. Messages in a bottle - feelings and thoughts sent into the world by cowards who were too afraid to keep them. But in each one, he learned more about the author. About you. He felt special reading your innermost thoughts. The ones that you couldn’t trust to anyone, so you released them to find their own journey or disappear.

You wrote about sunrises and sunsets. How you wished you could live among the colors on the horizon. The ink captured your loneliness and longing in words that matched the ache Buggy held inside. Feelings of not belonging, of not being enough, not doing enough, of fear, and of regret. You wrote about pain. And happiness. Sometimes you drew pictures of seashells you found. Of the seagulls that woke you up each morning. The crabs that you believed bullied you whenever you walked along the shore. So many details, but never enough about who you actually were.

Buggy wanted to know more. He wanted to offer you what you wanted - to live in a world of color. To find a place where you belong. Even though there was a slim chance his own responses would find you, there was a chance. Maybe. Eight of your own letters found their way to him, so perhaps that luck could extend the other way.

Afraid of skimming your letter too fast and speeding through the moment with excitement, Buggy dragged a finger below each word. He paced himself, wanting to savor the warmth of another new connection with you. He also admired each detail, as if it were art. Splotches where the ink flowed too fast, the places where you forgot to dot your i’s, the inconsistent spacing when you wrote too fast or worried about running out of room, the way your a’s always tilted to the side. 

In this letter, he could see your handwriting change along with the intent behind your message. What started with lighthearted musings and observations soon turned emotional. Shakey thoughts about the world beyond the one you knew. Concerns that you were wasting your life just dreaming. Hopes for a sign - something that would pull you out of the pit you felt trapped in.

Despite all that you poured onto the paper, there was still space for your little scribbles. Scattered seagulls looked at Buggy from the margins of the paper, as if waiting for him to do something. Even though he was only seeing them second-hand, the pirate could see the annoyed endearment you held for those noisy shits. But it was the picture you drew towards the bottom of the paper that really caught Buggy’s attention.

“Oh, this works. I like this…” he muttered to himself while leaning in. 

He pulled the paper close to scrutinize the lighthouse you drew. Your house. In a previous letter you mentioned living in a lighthouse, but that was barely enough information to do anything with. There was no way he could go up to each lighthouse he sailed past and successfully ask if someone had been sending messages in a bottle. Well, he tried it once and nearly got knocked out. You must be somewhere in this area, based on where the bottles were picked up. Now he had a visual to reference and a little more hope to hold.

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Stepping around the crab holes littering the beach, you headed towards the edge of the water for your morning walk. A cool breeze swept past and dragged grains of sand to meet your bare feet. Unlike you, the sun was still waking up. A blanket of creamy orange and fiery red blended into the slate-blue of the retreating night.

Among the caws from the seagulls and the whispers of incoming waves was a soft but high-pitched scrape. The sound of something being dragged along the sand. It wasn’t long before you came across the source - a blue bottle rolling on the shore. You picked it up cautiously, wondering if it was one of your own tossed bottles.

Back at home, you picked off the wax top and untied the soggy red and white striped fabric wrapped around the neck. It took a few tries before you were able to pull out the paper inside. A paper filled with loopy handwriting in blue ink. A letter that felt like it was intended for you. Someone wrote about receiving a message in this very bottle, a message that they read multiple times before finally replying, in hopes the bottle would find it’s way back. The swirls of ink were comforting, building words that unfurled in your chest. Words that made you feel seen and heard, despite the anonymity.

You had started writing to release some of the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind. A part of you hoped they would find someone who felt similarly, but you believed it was more likely that the pieces of you would sink to the ocean floor and cease to exist. And if your bottles were found, you never expected the sentiments would be returned. And yet, fate felt differently.

Hot tears stung your eyes and fell onto the paper before you pushed it away. Tears brought by the comfort of a stranger. Someone who also experienced hardships and struggles, and carried fear. But they also lived. They described a vibrant life, the kind you dreamed of. The kind you’ll keep dreaming of, growing from the seed embedded in this letter and from the care a stranger held for you.

[freeuselandonorris]

Trick or treat! Markoscar please? I know u don't like Mark, but feel free to make him as bad as you want that would simply make it better I believe.

thaaaanks anon! haha i don't dislike mark, i just...feel generally ambivalent about him i guess? however this was a delightful opportunity to write a few rancid paragraphs about him so thank you! 🫡

Oscar’s used to the way Mark looks at him now. It had made him squirm at first, the weight of his gaze and everything it implied. Not the fucking; that came later, although not that much later. Oscar hadn’t minded any of that. But the naked hunger in Mark’s eyes when he’d first seen Oscar do a couple of test laps - that was harder to stomach.

Mark thinks he’s good at hiding it, is the really sad thing. He’ll shrug and drawl and pat Oscar on the back as if he’s not fussed either way that Oscar’s a hair’s breadth from a win. Gives interviews full of quiet bravado: yeah, ‘course Oscar’ll win a championship at some point, he’s not here to fuck spiders.

Probably it fools everyone else. But Oscar’s seen the rigid line of his back as he negotiates contract clauses with Zak and the legal team. The wet shine of his eyes after Oscar’s first win, the way he’d dug his fingers into Oscar’s biceps so hard it hurt through the nomex.

Mark hadn’t won the championship, and so Oscar must.

[eversweetflowerpot]

Swear to god that last anon isn't lying. You have the best tits I've ever seen on tumblr 😍

- Not the same anon 🦬

yall are gunna make a whore blush ya know that?

anyway, thaaaanks anon, you’re too much!

[acre-of-wheat]

Tagged by @spybrarian! Thaaaank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

I have 26

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 

338,736

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I used to write Clexa, but now I just write Tanthamore

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Network Connectivity Issues (ahead by a lot)

A story I'm deeply in love with writing, due to its closeness to my heart and because of the novel way it's written-- which is live on a discord server whenever the mood strikes. Fanfic is typically serialized work, but this feels like...even closer to that immediacy, and it can be quite electric.

The Pieces

A collaborative collection of one shots in the Kinkverse universe (talked about below)

The Bite

Canon compliant fic about longing and how it can come out in your teeth.

The Stones

Essentially a sick fic with some fun world building

The Test

Long distance edging and denial. The fantasies were some of my favorite things to write.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Sometimes it takes me awhile!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

Out of finished fics I suppose it would be The Beloved Prey, though I do have a handful of things I've written to continue that.

Unfinished it would be the unpublished sequel to My Own Echo.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

I think maybe The Stones. Magic holding and accepting Jade because of Kit's love for her feels pretty happy.

Oh! And Network Connection Secure. The Cam girls having a proposal moment that's distinctly them? Very sweet and I wrote it for Christmas.

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Not on these ones!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

Yes, yes I do. The majority of my work contains it. I think the weirdest I've written (so far) is probably Spare the Rod.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm not really big on crossovers, so this isn't something I've done. I'll go hard on an AU though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nope! Translation is an art in itself-- I think I'd find the idea of someone doing that a little daunting?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Kinda! @swashbucklery, @spybrarian, @commanderbuffy and I have all written pieces in what we call the Kinkverse. It was a brain child of mine that started with The Lesson, but has since become a collaborative writing world. It's been one of the most lovely experiences of my creative life. J has also written some supplemental material for NCI that I adore. @barmaid-anon and I brainstorm deranged plot ideas constantly, and she is my best/worst little gay graphic critic.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm going to need to say Tanthamore.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

I'm not going to speak this into existence. I'll say that there are a few fics that I have agonized over for a very, very, very, very, very long time.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I think I get to the point pretty well. I keep action and development moving. I think I do some good figurative language. I trust my instincts on where a story needs to go next.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The Agonies. The connective tissue between important scenes. Not knowing what to have characters do when they're on their own. Run on sentences. Too many WIPs and not enough commitment.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

I haven't ever found it necessary? I guess I feel about it the way I feel about captions for another language. You know when captions will say "speaks in a foreign language?" Bane of my existence. Either translate it or get out of here.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pretty Little Liars. I was a big Paily fan for awhile there. Those live back on fanfiction.net

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

The Past feels really good to write because it pulls together all these threads in my brain for the Kinkverse girls, and it feels very unifying for that vision. It's satisfying connecting the dots.

As for who to tag on this: @barmaid-anon, @commanderbuffy, @swashbucklery, @multiplefandommess, @vetiverriver, @onlyshestandsthere, @claymoressword, @kittanthaloselorashield

[taegularities]

read that anon's ask and physically cackled at the pent up rage over a fanfic 💀 your response popped off tho, i was so proud of you, stay unbothered 🩷

i laughed out loud at most of their asks, too 🥹 but also thaaaank you bby, i try my best :P <3

[heycharrr]

i am IN LOVEEEEEE WITH YOUR ART!!!! i need need need more nsfw dazai, you draw beautifully 😭😭 hope you have a nice day ‼️‼️

THAAAANK YOUUUU ANON ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 hope you too! 😭

[solongandgoodnightxoxo]

fangirl anon here~~ so uh i noticed you’ve had a lotta stuff with Matthew at the minute so

since I found out your name was Goose not Graves

I got you a hoodie surrounding that to help you feel better

*offers a cute white hoodie where the wrist cuffs are goose heads*

~ 💕

….Thaaaanks…

He’s visibly disgusted