#thank all of you

[inkcat1987]

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

True friends are the ones that have your back, no matter what. That won't allow you to drown in flood waters. They're with life boats to help pull you in when the water gets too deep. They don't ask anything in return except for your friendship. They're extraordinary, kind, golden hearted human beings. I'm so grateful, blessed and beyond fortunate to have all of you in my life.

Both friendship in RL and internet friends... friends are friends! Thank all of you that have helped me!! I'll never be able to properly express how much I just love all of you.

[tetsunabouquet]

Basic Instinct Epilogue

A/N: Thank you for the ride everyone, I love every single person who liked, commented, reviewed, you are all so dear to me. Oh god, I feel like I'm getting very emotional, Basic Instinct really was my first baby on the internet after the many 'miscarriages' I wrote back when I was a teen. I feel like hugging my computer until it crashes in my arms! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I also low-key want to thank The Acid for their song. Basic Instinct had such a wonderful vibe I just needed for this story!

Ten years have passed since the day Akashi moved in with his grandmother. Thanks to her trying to help your mom, your mom had improved greatly and seeing her return to the mom you had known before her relapse was the greatest gift you had ever been given. Masaomi, on the other hand, had always remained somewhat of an eyesore. You had been as graceful as you could and Akashi had complimented you for holding out as long as you did until that one dinner party about 5 years ago. It had been the time when the two of you had began discussing marriage and planning out your future together. At that point, you had been with each other for 5 years and were certain enough your relationship was one of lasting nature. Masaomi had attended the dinner were Akashi had announced to his grandmother that the two of you were intending to look for engagement rings. Rima had been overjoyed at the news, having considered you her granddaughter already at that point. Masaomi, being the unsupportive douchebag he is, wasn't happy with the news. Whilst he had always been a little too stiff and formal with you around, he hadn't dared to act coldly in front of you. But this time, his disapproval had outweighed his fear for his mother in law on a level none had ever seen before. "Seijuro, I have tolerated this romance of yours because you had to make a scene about it but this is enough-" Masaomi hadn't been able to finish his sentence because of Rima suddenly stabbing his chicken with her knife, her eyes looking scary in a way you had previously only seen before on Akashi's other personality. The air had been tense, and neither you or Akashi dared to move or say a word. After Masaomi had been kicked out, Akashi had held you reassuringly, promising you that his father was simply an malicious idiot for not seeing how happy you made him, how wonderful of a wife you'd be. You had tried not to kiss him, considering Rima had still been present, but you still ended up giving him a warm peck. Masaomi, naturally, hadn't been invited to the wedding, neither any of the elite kids but all of your and Akashi's friends had been. It had been a vibrant wedding, and you had felt so happy it felt like it could kill you but in the most wonderful way, as if you were melting into a puddle of pure bliss. Being called Mrs Akashi had given you a lot of goosebumps over your honeymoon trip. It had finally come true, you had finally married the boy you loved so dearly. Akashi was an attentive husband and he dotted on you a lot, especially now. Now there was that sweet bundle of joy resting in your arms, your firstborn. With Akashi's bright red hair and your eyes, your daughter happily waved her little arms at you. Shiori was such a beautiful sweetheart, it kept baffling you to think this precious little angel actually was your daughter and you were allowed to love and nurture this sweet little girl. You knew there might be a time where that could change, where she could have a rebellious phase and pierce herself behind your back or whatever she wanted that you would disapprove of, but you knew you wouldn't love her any less. Akashi had been surprisingly pleased with having a daughter for a firstborn, considering the preference for a male firstborn had been installed in him at such a young age, but he loved his cute little princess, and Fujioka despite getting very old made an excellent babysitter. You felt so blessed with the family you had. "There my ladies are, how is my little strawberry?" "She's in a very playful mood, " you reported with a fond smile. Akashi wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head against your shoulder to take a peek at his daughter. "You know my favorite thing about her?" You shook your head. "It's that she got that sweet laugh of yours, it never fails to cheer me up." At that, you and your daughter laughed in unison, blessing Akashi's heart with warmth.

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For the future.

hey! It’s been a while huh. At least hearing from me (Al) specifically. How’s it going? I know I haven’t posted something in like 2 year. I know it might not come as a shock but I’ll probably not post here again. I know I probably didn’t need to make this but I’d rather make something than nothing (and so y’all know I’m alive lol)

Idk if any other mod is going to keep doing this (which is fine if not) but thank you guys for following and getting me through tough times and shit, really.

it’s absolutely insane to me that I started this blog at 14 and I’m 18 years old now. Thank you all (And go follow me on my main account, I’m trying to post more shit like art: @cursedtoaster)

All the best in your future endeavors!

Al

[spookky-aint-spooky]

There ain't no fucking way-

[qw3rti]

Y'all thanks for bringing me to 33 followers:)

And here I thought I was just lame 😭

[rainykthebroken]

Final Update for Chapter 6: Next Week !

Not a lot to say, I am like 2/3 done with this cursed chapter! My exams may have severly impacted my writing scheldule, but I'm slowly finishing the first half of AWA.

It's going to be a long one, 8k words I reckon. I should post it at the end of next week, hopefully before Christmas. Unfortunately, there may be another hiatus in early January, due to (you guessed it) exams, but I'm not giving up on this fanfic.

Thank again for your support, you guys are the best.

[gamerbearmira]

I posted 3,666 times in 2022

That's 3,666 more posts than 2021!

3,347 posts created (91%)

319 posts reblogged (9%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ismaet

@queenofthemultiverse

@prinnay

@raefever

@mitchie-m

I tagged 3,465 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#my asks are open - 3,065 posts

#my asks - 3,053 posts

#encanto - 2,976 posts

#encanto au - 2,896 posts

#au - 2,892 posts

#encanto mirabel - 1,999 posts

#encanto alma - 667 posts

#encanto antonio - 647 posts

#encanto isabela - 455 posts

#encanto dolores - 376 posts

Longest Tag: 72 characters

#shout out to the ones who have been here when i only had like 4 or 5 aus

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hey y'all I got a sort of prologue for the cocoon au! It doesn't have a name yet, but I wanted to show this to y'all anyway. Hope y'all like it, if you feel like I should add or take away something let me know! When I get it done, I'll be posting the Prologue and (hopefully) the first 2 chapters on AO3. By the way, the prologue is short, but usually my chapters are about 1200+ words. Hopefully y'all enjoy this angsty introduction though. :)

Original Au Idea by @raefever ! Go check them out! I got permission to do a fic on this :)

Written by: Me, your truly!

Warnings: None!

Type of Chapter: Angst, Sadness, Hurt/No Comfort, Pain, Grief

Words: 638

Cocoon Au

The Prolouge: Casita Falls.

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Cracks shot through Casita. On the ceiling, through the floor, the walls. Everywhere.

Everyone was shocked, but soon frantically were trying to leave. Mirabel, went for the candle. A dresser was about to hit a very scared and confused Antonio, but luckily, Felíx barely caught him.

"We gotta get out here!" He yelled.

Isabela and Camilo shot after Mirabel, only for their powers to fizzle out. They fell to the ground. As Mirabel was about to grab the candle, she looked to see her tío Bruno in the grass by the trees.

"Good, he's out." She thought.

She grabbed the candle.

Dolores shoved Alma out of the way of falling debris, Casita rippling its tiles to push the matriarch out the collapsing threshold of the front door, Dolores left behind.

Julieta and Agustín were screaming for Mirabel to leave the candle, to get out. Casita rolled the floor, making them fly out the door after failed attempts to get back in and grab their children.

Pepa was already out, but called for Dolores and Camilo.

"Camilo? Dolores? Come out, hurry!" She screamed, cloud no longer above her as the magic faded out.

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178 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#4

Papa Antonio AU

Swap!AU where it's Antonio who has to look after Mirabel.

Like he got his gift and stuff and the engagement is ruined, with Dolores getting with Mariano, but Casita doesn't fall, Bruno stays in the walls and Mirabel is just pushed aside after that. Antonio still hangs out with her and stuff, but Abuela pushes him away from her more and more. The family is wayyyyyy more neglectful and kind of just...forgets she exists. Except for Antonio, he's far too attached to her. Then Mirabel just randomly disappears (much to a now what, 9? 10? yr old Antonio's dismay,), and her portrait on the tree and mural disappear.

Antonio mopes and sobs for a month straight. Then, on Mirabel's birthday, there's just some baby, a newborn laying in his hammock in his room. The baby is Mirabel. He keeps her a secret (he's surprisingly very good at keeping secrets, even from Dolores) and she basically lives in his room til her 1st birthday. On her first birthday, Mariano points to the family tree, where a baby is directly connected to Antonio. Did I mention that during the time he's caring for her before her 1st, he regularly visits Bruno in the walls to ask for help? No? Oh, well, good Tio Bruno (since he had previous child care expeirence).

I still love Mirabel but I also love angst.

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199 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#3

Isabela, Dolores and Mirabel run into the dining room where the adults were waiting to start lunch.

“Mama! Guess what!” Mirabel said, bouncing in her spot by the doorway, Dolores and Isabela doing the same.

“What is it niña?” Julieta smiled, setting the last plate down.

“We brought our new friend! He’s here!” Mirabel beamed, pointing to the supposed friend that was currently out of the room.

“Oh, did you?” Julieta said, sitting down.

“Oh, you mean that kid you’ve been hanging out with?” Fèlix said, shifting to get a better look at the door.

“Papá! We already told you, he’s a big kid! Like hermano mayor Mariano and you!” Dolores huffed.

“Sure he is,” Fèlix chuckled, rolling his eyes.

As the 3 children in the dining room continued to try and prove he was an adult, the adults could hear Luisa, Camilo and Antonio laughing and squealing, the sounds becoming louder as they got closer to the dining room. They were obviously talking to someone, who they had assumed was their “friend.”

“By the way, what is his name?” Alma said, smiling down at her nietas.

Isabela smiled back, slowing her bouncing slightly. “He said his name is Mr. Pedro! He even has the same last name as us! He looks a lot like Abuelo, but older…so we call him Abuelo!” At the mention of that name, the room froze, save for the 3 little girls giggling. Pepa had a cloud forming, but the girls seemed oblivious to it.

“Isabela what are you—“ Pepa was cut off when Isabela, Mirabel and Dolores ran out of the room, seemingly towards a person.

“Abuelo!” The 3 of them shouted.

The six children had all made it into the room. And as they said, they had their special friend with them, both Luisa and Antonio holding his hand. A tall man who bared a striking resemblance to the man in the large painting by the stairs. He was obviously aged, more than likely just a few years older then Alma. He had white to black hair, and his goatee had streaks of grey in it. He wore all white, save for the ascot and waist scarf, which were a mix of red and maroon. His eyes wrinkled in joy as he gave a warm smile, one that Alma knew far too well.

Camilo smiled brightly as he waved at his family. Gesturing to the elder man next to his prima, he said 3 simple words that seemed to take the breath out of the room.

“We found Abuelo!” Camilo grinned.

Just an idea for the cocoon AU where Casita/the miracle brings back Pedro and the children find him when they were exploring (set before their ceremony).

All of the adults after Pedro walks in:

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201 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#2

Mama Mirabel au things

Antonio drew this for Mirabel on mothers day. Mirabel loved it, and cherished it, but had to get him to make one for Pepa, much to his disdain. At the time he didn't really comprehend that Pepa was his bio mom, and Mirabel didn't want her tía to be upset with her.

270 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mama Mirabel with a twist

By: Me, @ismaet and @alternaterey

Mama!Mirabel, but instead of just Antonio, it's like all of the village kids 10 and under. All of the townsfolk find it normal for her to have like 10 kids following her around like ducklings. She brings them to Casita, plays games, teaches and sings to them, repairs their clothes and embroiders for them, etc. They call her 'Mamabel'. When her family starts to notice and ask around, the people are just like:

"Oh Mirabel? She's always kinda been like a second mother to the kids, it's cute right?"

And the family starts to notice just how close she is with them, to the point where they wonder if they've just not paid enough attention to realize something as big as that.

Mirabel is called: Mamabel, Mama, Mira, Mirabel

Casita is called: Abuelista, Abuelita, Cassie, Casita

She has about 30 kids that collectively join her over the years, all 10 and under.

Mamabel AU starts when Antonio is born.

!A little bit of an angst alert!

Mirabel is "assigned" to care for Antonio. Pepa and Felix are more like parents of convenience. Julieta is busy and Agustin is too. Abuela doesn't seem to notice a difference, still giving a lot of credit to Pepa and Felix. Mirabel ignores the pained feeling in her heart. She often wonders if her family really cares. But deep down, she knows they don't. Mirabel goes out to town often with Antonio, and an adult is eventually like:

"Can you hold Diego for a moment?"

And Mirabel just holds him while Antonio is shifted to her back. Diego is only ever actually given back to the mother when Mirabel has to go home at the end of the day. Now? She's kind of like the town babysitter (she's not complaining!) And it snowballs from there. The townsfolk still love her though, and give her tips and tricks when they see she's struggling. At about 11, she accumulated about 10 kids and this is about when they started calling her "Mamabel". (She doesn't correct them, the townsfolk even called her that in an adoring manner at times.)

The town built Mirabel her own special little house for her and the children on her 12th birthday, so they can have mass sleepovers. It's like a small house that sits between the town and Casita, a bit towards the back. None of the Madrigal's know it's there because the town kept it a secret. They knew that Abuela would somehow try and pull some "We should turn it into a store!" crap. (Mirabel cried like a baby that day.)

When the Madrigals DO find it, they're surprised. In the scenario that Mirabel goes into a coma after Casita falls, the older kids bring her to the little house (with the other Madrigal's behind them), and settle her into the bed (which is bigger than her small twin sized one in the nursery, which does NOT go unnoticed).

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575 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[purplefeathersandblackleather]

01/15/23.

The memorial finally came together with the canvas my mother bought for me. Even though Tony came home, I feel like it's important that I leave this up. It marks a very important time in my life that brought me here to all of you. Instead of being a way to say goodbye, it's become a way of remembering my journey that led me here to all of you.

A huge thank you to @harlekin6 for the beautiful drawing and figurine of him on the left side. They mean the world to me.

[talentpiper11]

Thank you to all those out there that write and release works of art for so many to enjoy— who expand on well-loved characters and give them a place to live beyond the pages of their original works. Thank you.

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[antennatoheaven]

[s-aint-elmo]

pass it on!

(ID in alt text)

[fosliie]

College roommates, lab partners, to basically married pipeline

[kilgarraara]

"I guess I never really faced my fears before"

[clownboybebop]

if you’re ever in the position to choose between giving up and accepting defeat, and actually trying to fight the ancient unkillable god that is about to peel apart reality like a string cheese, remember this: scientifically speaking, you might as well give it a shot!

1.there were trees at the beginning of the world! there were trees so long ago that they predate bacteria that causes wood to decay. when a tree fell, it would lie there in stasis and there wasn’t any way of breaking down wood xylem on a molecular level in that way.

2. it seems obvious to say, but wood eating bacteria are literally incapable of comprehending what they’re breaking down. It’s just not information conciously available to a microorganism. they don’t know what they’re deconstructing, where it came from, bacteria have no way to even fathom the existence of a tree as a concept.

3. Regardless of the facts above, the world we live in today is a world where wood inevitably decomposes

it is worth fighting the unkillable god no matter how pointless it seems. it is worth taking the risk even though youre trying to accomplish something impossible. the reality in which you live was also once reality in which trees didn’t rot. You live in a reality that allows for existence before the possibility of destruction. you live in a reality where uncomprehending microbes break down matter that is so far beyond the scope of their comprehension that it feels comical to specify something so obvious. you live in a reality that occasionally allows unshakeable physical truths to be altered with no warning.

It is worth fighting the unkillable god because trees are so old they predate the source of their destruction, and it still did not spare them. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because bacteria rots unthinkingly, because there is room in our cosmos for destruction without comprehension on the part of the destroyer. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because now and then reality retracts the promise of immortality without fanfare, and when that happens there is no mercy for the ancient. the unmaking is not softer for the desecrators ignorance. for all things, existence is endless until the exact point where it ends.

so you might as well try to kill the unkillable god. it doesn’t seem likely, but at the beginning of the world, trees didn’t rot. so you never know! you never know