#thank you dahl

[otterlis]

inspired by a few recent posts, i present to you: cat parents inuokko au

with alternate version

[milaghoul]

In light of hopefully doing more art soon, here's a couple inktober doodles I did (I only did 4 in total lol). I took inspiration straight from my fav Pierce the Veil songs.

[niinnyu]

"Galga couldn't reminisce like this. So Atuarto had to. For the both of them."

Inspired by @dahldahlbills 's fic that had me in my feels because I could totally see it happening arrrghhh. Check their other galuarto stuff too!!

[lexieriusseriously]

I remember the earlier draft of charlie and the chocolate factory where willy wonka has a family (he has a son) and instead of making charlie his heir, he gifted charlie a chocolate shop (yeah the book is supposed to be called as charlie and the chocolate shop). I'm glad roald dahl changed that, my jealous ass can't handle it

[dahldahlbills]

ooooo you Know i gotta say The boy of all time,,, reki <333 also good luck finishing those forty pages!!! i believe in youuuu

THE SWEETEST BABIEST BOY OF ALL TIME REKIIIIIIII 💛💛💛💛

[sm-baby]

OMG TALKING ABT SHERMY MADE ME REMEMBER I REDREW TURTLENECK HERO TAKE IT BEFORE I FORGET TO SHOW U AGAIN

YEAHHH LOOK AT THAT IMPROVEMENT!! THE ANATOMYY!!

[jelliedoodles]

12 and 21 <3

12) draw a character in 15 seconds

pound it

[bivampires]

tagged by baz @bloodenjoyer to search (my name)core on pinterest and make a moodboard of the results so here's evacore :^0 I pretty much chose these pins for the color palette, I think this is a gorgeous color palette anyways any mutuals who would like to do this can say I tagged them but also hi @dracutello

[resident-gay-bitch]

i

fucking

love

indian

food

holy

shit

[tricos-here]

🖊 💕

I’m in a norn mood so

🖊 Ægir and his little sister, Valkyrja, were raised by their aunt and uncle in Hoelbrak, alongside their cousin Astrjaarn. They originally lived in Drizzlewood Coast, but their parents had been killed by Jormag’s Champion during some expedition far in the Shiverpeaks.

From an early age all three had a fascination with the Mists and would closely watch the Havrouns and their rituals. At some point they had the bright idea to sneak into one such ritual and proceed to run into a portal into the Mists that was opened, subsequently getting lost in the Mists since they had no knowledge how to navigate such a place.

Ægir and Valkyrja were quickly found by the Havroun and taken back out of the Mists but Astrjaarn would remain there for another week before she was found. She’d refused to talk about her experience in there but would later train to become a revenant, and is now a Herald. Valkyrja on her part would train to become a Havroun, but later have another mishap of getting stuck in the Mists (a la personal story) due to Svanir tampering so Ægir with the help of Astrjaarn and the actual Havroun would venture in there to rescue her - and they succeeded, but Ægir was blinded in the process because of the volatile magic of the Mists

aldo adds this in here as well

🖊 fun fact Ægir had been a pirate in the same area as Faryen’s mother, in the Far Shiverpeaks and the Janthir Bay, though I don’t think they were in the same crew or anything - they disbanded after majority of the crew died during an attack by Jormag’s Champion. Also related to Faryen, her and Astrjaarn had briefly dated during the Personal Story but and while it didn't last, they parted in amicable terms

[that-was-anticlimactic]

19 and 28 for the ao3 wrapped asks!!

what’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

ooo! i think shadoka, to be honest! i really wanted to write one for shadow's birthday and then school said absolutely not <3 but also like... shadoka... <3 oH ALSO DJWIFI!!! THEM!!! or adrinino! i'd be down to try that!

favorite work you wrote this year?

OH OKAY without a doubt it's my jjk satosugu fic for a new world to begin, the old one must fall which like. is my pinned post. and it's about geto just. killing everyone in the gojo clan to save his bf from their child abuse after he kills the village and his parents and gojo is ??? bestie WHAT and i am. i am so so so proud of it ahhhhhhh

[milaghoul]

Same Nanami, same.

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This doodle was inspired by a fanfic prompt I did where Nanami stays at jj tech when Gojo asks him to (since Geto left, he could be a potential threat whenever). It would go on to them becoming adults, and Gojo would often ask Nanami to help cover missions, so Gojo would treat them to lunch or dinner. Spending more and more time together made feelings begin to stir. This is one of the early moments Nanami realizes something is up :)

[dangerous-advantage]

i think, in a way, that's how most theme is put into a story.

like, for example, roald dahl, children's author of books such as matilda, james and the giant peach, the bfg, the witches, etc.

when looking across all of his work, certain patterns start to emerge that mirror a lot of what he went through in his childhood and how fiction became his way to i guess work through those things??

so things like childhood and found family are big themes in his work.

did he put them there deliberately? probably not.

all this to say, i did realize you probably weren't putting in these details completely deliberately, but by then i was already halfway done, so i decided to just go with it.

i tend to analyze works in the same way i write them, so that's probably why my first thought was "some/most of this is deliberate," but looking back, that was probably bit of a silly assumption on my part haha (/lighthearted)

still though, i mean what i said, and if you ever do inject some theme in there, i will absolutely be waiting by the sidelines and holding myself back from throwing myself into another thousand-word rant about like meta-foreshadowing or something (/joking.)

i adore picking apart the underlying meaning/details in a work o: it's is very cool to me. you weaving themes in there internally and making it work that well is just like... a testament to your talent and hard work as an author and illustrator haha :D

i was writing this all out in the tags of one of your recent updates (part 9 of 'donatello') when i realized i might as well just send it to you directly before i hit tag limit. (i hope you don't mind haha) this recent comic really reminded me of a concept that i've seen in your work that i haven't seen commented on a lot (though i could be wrong.)

casey jr and donatello's relationship as you've portrayed it is interesting in a number of ways. one i've been thinking about recently is the aspect of physical touch, and how you use that to represent the underlying themes/ideas behind their dynamic (and the story as a whole).

in the series, donnie is generally the least physical of his brothers, in that he prefers to be the one to initiate contact. (as a fellow autistic, i relate to this on a visceral level /lighthearted.) however, in your portrayal, this rule bends for casey's sake.

you've been setting up casey to follow in donatello's metaphorical footsteps for a while now, with this coming to fruition (to an extent) in recent storylines.

but going back a bit further. there's this major theme of... i guess i would call it 'responsibility?' that has been weaved through the story from... basically, day one.

in the first comic, his conversation with f!leo following leo's brief foray as a nugget (one of my favorite lines from this series overall is "...and leo-nugget." amazing, genuinely), casey admits to him that it was scary being responsible for someone that could get hurt so easily.

in one of the following chapters, we see the question asked: 'but who is there to save you?' (this chapter being a bit of a microcosm of the theme/story as a whole haha.)

though it was a chapter i had originally assumed was just for funsies and angst opportunities, i now realize i was wrong (though, i don't know exactly how intentional you were being with all of this, so i could be missing the mark here.) it actually sets up his arc rather nicely -- with casey being the one to save donatello when he was injured/knocked unconcious.

now, bringing this all back around to the original intent of this ask: how physical touch is used to represent their narrative dynamic (is that a thing? 'narrative dynamic'? am i just making shit up right now? whatever its fine /rehtorical)

taking everything in account, i want to return to a specific moment that really struck me in the comics leading up to donatello's death. it's the time where the resistance is being attacked, and donnie, despite being sick, goes out and uhhh... extirpates the problem (its always fun to see donnie go apeshit with dangerous weaponry /positive.)

during his dramatic reveal and attack, casey is by his side, clutching onto him not to cling, but to physically support him (at least, that's how i think that moment was supposed to be interpreted? i could be totally wrong here.)

i can't help but feel this is emblematic of the larger themes at play here-- i.e., casey's arc in relation to donatello.

i can't help but find it interesting how donatello, backbone of the resistance--

(despite his soft shell... which is why him no longer wearing his battle shell when he got sick was actually symbolic foreshadowing of-- *sound of gunshots*)

[editors note: i'm gonna stop myself right there, before this goes from ungodly long to "will break your dash and ask box if allowed to continue further"]

-- and certified plot mechanic (oh, so that's why he named it convenient plot-twist serum... finally, the mystery has been solved /joking /lighthearted), who is a very independent/self-sufficient character, allows casey jr to subvert his rules with casual touch. enough so, that when he is so weak that he can barely stand, he trusts casey jr to keep him upright.

out of everyone, he trusts casey.

casey jr, who, at the very beginning of the comic, saved donatello's life, physically carrying him back to the base. and casey jr, the one who, now, has rescued donatello from a fate worse than death, only to once again bring him back to safety.

(...can you tell i'm a little bit obsessed with your comic? lmao)

[also to note those most recent panels: a return to the "norm," with casey clinging to donatello's side, also providing a nice parallel. i know it's because he is very much reunited with his uncle who has been dead for two years, but c'mon. let me have this /joking.)]

anyway, i hope this made sense, and if you did manage to get through my pretentious (and probably somewhat far-fetched) rambles about the "symbolic narrative significance of touch" in a fanwork about the teenage mutant ninja turtles (/lighthearted), may i just say: i am in love with your work, and can only aspire to tell a story as engaging, heartfelt, and clever as the one you have woven.

you are a blessing to this fandom, and i am so excited to see where you go with this story.

I have to say that I didn't specifically do the mental planning for all of this. Most of this theme is simply because I do what I feel will be right. It's more of an intuitive desire than a prescribed plan, so it was pretty surprising to me to see this thought actually being formulated haha

Thank you:>

[kyuujo]

↳ check yes or no

↳ sae itoshi x fem!reader ↳ sfw ↳ influencer!reader, established relationship, hidden(ish) relationship, going public, language, fluff + crack(?), jealous!sae, kissing on livestream, slight possessiveness, shat outta my ass ngl, my writing

↳ 1.3k words

↳ i’m sorry sae has me in a chokehold (i love it harder pls) and this little brain bug just randomly slid into my skull sooooo here it is! thank you all so much for reading and i hope you enjoy dahlings! <3

(y/u/n)fan1998: welcome back lovely!

switterz: good to see you again! hope ur feeling better!

emi44578: i missed you so much!

a smile pulled at your lips and your chest warmed at the multitude of messages flooding your livestream. your throat was still a little sore, but thankfully your stomach had stopped rolling the day prior, and you’d been fever free for twenty-four hours. you didn’t feel completely better, but you felt well enough to at least start a small stream.

“aw, thank you guys so much.” you croaked, voice slightly groggy and thick. “i’m feeling a bit better, but as you can probably hear, i’m not outta the woods yet.”

once more, messages flooded your screen, so fast that you could hardly catch more than a mere glimpse of one before it was pushed up by another. your fans seemed to be extremely pleased by your online appearance, and it made you so happy despite the sickness still weighing down your body.

you hated having to take time off, especially unexpectedly.

the chat slowed to a comfortable trickle as you dived into the events of the past week, starting off with how you even got sick in the first place. you had to tweak the truth a bit — after all, you couldn’t exactly tell your audience that you’d caught a cold by attending your boyfriend’s game alongside a snotty, congested child.

“… this kid was sneezing all over the place, and the mother didn’t even care to wipe his nose or the things he sneezed on. it was so gross.” you complained, receiving a fair share of agreements and sympathies from your viewers.

it was as you were berating the mothering skills of a complete stranger when something familiar caught your eye. a username followed by a simple message, one you’d seen time and time again.

(y/n)husband1: (y/n) will you go out with me? check yes or no

you forced out a small laugh and shook your head as you addressed the message. your skin felt tight suddenly, that username always putting you off just slightly.

“i’m afraid i’m going to have to check ‘no.’ i’m in a very happy relationship.” the same answer you gave every time.

there was a flurry of comments again, some berating the user who had even typed a message like that and others calling out cap on your statement. you were fairly used to that; you’d never even shown sae on camera before, so your relationship was as good as hearsay to your viewers.

“okay, let’s just calm down.” you chipped out, barely suppressing a cough that threatened to rip through your throat. “i’ll need to take some more medicine soon, so i don’t have very long. let’s do some q and a before i go.”

thirty minutes later and over two dozen questions answered, you finally said goodbye to your viewers and clicked off the livestream. your shoulders sagged with relief instantly, and you let out a small sigh.

“how’d it go?”

you startled at the sudden intrusion to your thoughts. sae’s voice was a smooth, seemingly uninterested rumble. you calmed your racing heart and hummed as you stood from your chair, raising your arms up to stretch out your stiff torso.

“not bad at all. they weren’t mad at me, at least.”

sae rolled his eyes as you ambled to his side, his arm immediately sliding around your hip as he guided you to the sitting quarters.

“so what if they were? the feelings and thoughts of insignificant strangers aren’t important.”

you clapped your palm over his chest gently and shushed him. sae was always blunt like this; but his words did remind you of something.

“oh. that reminds me. (y/n)husband1 struck again.”

you know you didn’t imagine the way sae’s fingers tightened on your hip. was it wrong that you took some pleasure in that? maybe.

“what did they say this time?” sae murmured a bit tightly.

you huffed and rolled your eyes. “the same thing they always say. ‘(y/n) will you go out with me? check yes or no.’”

“it’s incredible they don’t already have a girlfriend, what with that irresistible smooth talk.” sae quipped, pulling a giggle from your throat. you shook your head and wrapped your arm around his rib cage, stumbling slightly from the awkward position.

“let’s just go find a movie, baby.” you suggested, your statement quickly garnering sae’s agreement. cuddles late into the night were always your favorite; and you had a feeling they were sae’s too.

three days later, you were completely recovered and back to your usual streaming schedule. your viewers were quite happy with the development, and for the most part, it was smooth sailing.

well, except for the occasional whirlpool conjured by the appearance of (y/n)husband1. they seemed to strike when you least expected it, and always with the same stupid question — the same stupid question that earned the same stern answer.

even your viewers seemed to be becoming irate by it, as they expressed their distaste on multiple occasions.

switterz: why dont u just block them from your streams? they’re annoying!

(y/u/n)fan1998: yea they’re clogging up the chat log all the time! and harassing u!

you wet your lips and said, slightly timidly, “well, technically, they aren’t breaking any rules guys. the best thing to do is simply ignore them, like i do.”

a majority of the chat seemed to disagree, but you weren’t wrong in what you said; though they spammed the same message again and again, they technically weren’t breaking any of the rules you had set in place during your first few streams.

suddenly, as if on the drop of a hat, the chat began to flood with a different topic — one that seemed to have taken over the controversy of (y/n)husband1 entirely.

switterz: SAE FCKIN ITOSHI????

emi44578: why is sae itoshi in ur house?!!?!?????

jackerquack: WTF HELLO SAE

user193949294: DONT TELL ME YOUR BF IS SAE ITOSHI!!!!

usererror404: THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE THERES NO WAY

“what—?”

“i have to agree with the chat. you should block them.”

you swiveled around in your chair only to nearly touch noses with sae. your eyes widened and your lips popped open. what the hell was he doing? wasn’t his pr manager the one that insisted his relationship with you stay underwraps? just what was even happening?

there were hundreds of questions you wanted to ask, but in your pure shock you simply could work any past your lips; sae blinked once, then twice, before turning his eyes to the monitor in front of you.

“for those who have been wondering if she’s in a relationship, she is. with me. so no more harassment, or lying accusations.”

your heart was literally racing in your chest, your entire body frozen. sae was acting completely normal, as if he hadn’t just gone against every wish of his pr manager. you didn’t feel scared, per se, but the only emotion you could liken what you felt to was fear.

“demonking12 says they don’t believe it.” sae observed smoothly, eyes skimming down the chat. “and there’s some others who second that…”

you couldn’t even look at your screen — your eyes were glued to sae. how could he be so calm right now?!

sae turned to meet your stare of disbelief, and your stomach rolled when his lips quirked into the smallest, most mischievous smirk you’d ever seen grace his features.

“should we prove it?”

“um, what—?” you couldn’t even finish your blubbering before sae leaned in quickly and captured your lips with his — right in 4k!

the kiss wasn’t messy, or even sultry in nature, but it had your nerves lighting up and your cheeks flaring. sae’s lips were soft, warm, and almost commanding — it lasted a total of three seconds, but it was long enough to have your legs feeling weak.

sae pulled away but left just enough space between the two of you that you could see the sly swipe of his tongue across his bottom lip — as if he were collecting remnants of your taste.

“i’m pretty sure you’ve met your hour stream goal; time to entertain me, now.”

thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are by no means required but are so greatly appreciated! <33

[dahldahlbills]

Doodle request: ITACHI! <3

i miss him

[moonstruckme]

Omg doctor!remus sounds like such a great bf!! I need him 😭 could you please write a full story (I can’t think of the name so I’m going with story) on it please? You’re writing is top notch honestly 🫶🫶 I absolutely love ittt

Thanks my lovely!

part 1 | part 2

Doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

When you get out of bed Remus is already in the kitchen, the smell of coffee and eggs wafting to meet you down the hallway. Normally you wake with your stomach already rumbling and the prospect of a ready-made breakfast from your sweet boyfriend would make you salivate, but this morning you can’t seem to locate your appetite. Must be due to the big dinner you had last night; the dahl James had sent Remus home with had been enough to feed a family, but the two of you had scarfed it all down nonetheless. 

“You slept in this morning,” Remus observes when he hears you come into the kitchen.

You snort, leaning against the counter to watch him work. “Yeah, a whole extra ten minutes.” 

“Hey, that’s a lot for you,” he replies teasingly, but it’s true. You’re almost always up before Remus’ alarm goes off, the sunrise enough to rouse you while Remus turns into his pillow, moaning and groaning. “You must have been sleeping hard. You were mouth breathing all night.” 

You know; you’d woken with a sore throat and drool crusted on one side of your chin. “You’re such a princess,” you tell him, sniffing harshly in an attempt to clear your nasal passages. They must have gotten clogged from you not breathing through them all night. “I can’t believe my mouth breathing wakes you up when I have to sleep through your snores every night.” 

“You love my snores, they’re like a kitten’s purr,” Remus contests lightly. He flips an egg, looking at you a little more closely as you lean hard against the counter, eyes still droopy and aching with exhaustion. You can’t seem to shake the sleep from you this morning. “You doing alright, sweetheart? You look a bit flushed.” 

“Hm?” you blink at him, having become transfixed upon the sizzling egg in the pan. “Yeah, m’just tired. How’re you, honey?” 

Remus’ stare narrows. “I’m good, but you’re redirecting.” He flips the egg onto a plate, turning to give you his full attention. “C’mere, darling. Let me have a look at you.” 

You sigh, a tad dramatic and your boyfriend’s smile indicates he knows it, but cross the kitchen to stand in front of him. Remus grips your hips in long-fingered hands, hoisting you onto the counter and positioning himself between your legs before you can protest.

You roll your eyes as he brings his knuckles to your forehead. His brows cinch, and he moves to cup the back of your neck, absentmindedly smoothing the baby hairs at your nape. “Mm, thought so,” he hums. “You’re running a bit hot, my love.” 

You make a low whining sound. “Seriously? I have to get ready for work in, like, ten minutes.” 

“Don’t worry about that, there’ll be no work for you today.” Remus gives your thigh a little pat. “Stay put while I get the thermometer.” 

You lean your head back against the cabinets, closing your eyes against the worsening ache in your temples. “This is overkill,” you call after him. “I don’t feel bad enough to call out of work.” 

“This,” Remus says, and you can hear the bathroom drawer opening and shutting, “is called getting ahead of it, dove.” You open your eyes as he comes back into the room, too late to avoid him seeing the lethargy in your features. A tiny divot appears between his brows. “I’m glad you don’t feel too poorly yet, but pushing through will only give it time to get worse,” he murmurs, cupping your face in one hand as he settles the thermometer in your opposite ear. His thumb strokes at your jaw while you wait for the beep. 

When it does go off, Remus pulls it away with a frown. “Alright, I guess we’re both staying home today.” 

“What?” you move to hop down from the counter, but Remus stops you with a hand on your shoulder, turning the thermometer so you can see it. 

“You’re on the high end of thirty eight, sweetheart. I’m not leaving you here by yourself when it could still get worse.” His touch slides up to your face again, thumbing sympathetically at the overwarm skin of your cheek. “What symptoms are you feeling?” 

“Please don’t call out of work because of me,” you insist. “I’ll take it easy, I promise. You have appointments, Rem.” 

“Not very many today, and Sheila can take some of those,” he says patiently. “What are your symptoms, honey?”

You try not to look too sullen, but now that Remus is hellbent on taking care of you, it’s difficult not to acknowledge the achy, feverish feeling you’ve carried out of bed with you. “My nose is stuffed up,” you admit, and Remus nods like he knows that already, “and my throat kind of hurts.” 

Remus hums sympathetically, rubbing at your leg. “Anything else? Nausea, muscle pain, headache?”

“Headache,” you confirm quietly. 

“Mhm.” His fingers probe gently at the lymph nodes around your neck and jaw. You do your best to stay still for him. “Did you have your flu jab?” 

You’re quiet, and Remus drops his hands, giving you a despondent look. 

“Dove. How many times did I remind you to go?” 

“It was never convenient!” You protest, growing sheepish under his accusatory gaze. “And I never usually get the flu anyways.” 

He makes an incredulous sound. “I seem to recall you saying the same thing last year.” 

“That was a cold,” you insist. 

“Right.” He rolls his eyes at you, but the squeeze he gives your knee indicates he’s not irredeemably upset with you, even if you are in trouble. “When you get your medical degree, you can try arguing that one.” He turns away from you, opening the fridge. “Until then, I want you to drink this—” he passes you a bottle of water “—and then go get in bed.” 

You grin. “Remus Lupin, if you wanted me in bed so badly, you didn’t have to come up with this whole charade to get me there.” 

Remus has learnt well how to hide a smile from spending so much time with James and Sirius, yet you swear you detect the faintest twitch of his lips as he rolls his eyes at you. “Glad to see your wit’s still intact somewhere in that slow-roasting brain of yours,” he comments. 

“You can’t set up one like that and expect me not to knock it down.” You shrug with a sniffle. He gives the water bottle in your hand a pointed look, and you open it, taking an exaggerated sip. “Thanks for taking care of me,” you say in a more genuine tone. 

Remus visibly softens, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “That’s what I do,” he replies.

“I really brought your work home, huh?” 

“It’s not work, honey.” He closes his eyes, brushing another kiss against your forehead. “Not when it’s you.” 

You wonder if a heart can break your ribs from swelling too large. Maybe you’ll ask him sometime.