#thank you for the ask dearest!

[softquietsteadylove]

ok not sure if my last ask went through bc i got an error message (thanks so much tumblr) but i am here to say you FLAWLESSLY executed circus AU, like gave everything i could have ever wanted in that little fic so now i'm sorry to say i'm just gonna have to keep asking for more!! specifically, what happened to angus!

"Come on, boy! Come on, you can do it!"

Thena walked into the ring, left intact just this once between shows due to the short window between the saturday night show and the sunday matinee.

"Good boy!"

She stepped further out of the shadows, her feet completely silent as she moved forward. The place was dark except for a few oil lamps set up around the ring as Gilgamesh led Angus around with just a regular rope around his neck.

Angus cantered around within the circle. He was obviously still healing, a little more slow than he used to be. But he was on his feet--even the injured one. He knickered quietly.

"Atta boy, Angus," Gil cheered for him as he observed the progress of his healing injury.

They had been holding their breath.

She and Gil had, that was to say. No one else cared nearly as much, except maybe Kro, who was eagerly waiting to inflict some punishment on the innocent creature for costing him even a penny in profits.

Angus slowed his pace, bobbing his head as he caught sight of her.

"Mi--Thena!"

Thena walked right over to them, linen nightdress and light robe be damned. She picked up pace until she could embrace Angus' snout, pressing her forehead to it, "look at you."

Angus' tail swished, relishing in the warmth of arguably his favourite person in the world.

She pulled back, still holding the horse's massive head by his chops, smiling at him and leaning to be more in the view of his massive eye, "I knew you could do it."

Angus nodded, in a way.

She turned to Gilgamesh, who had put an appropriate and respectful distance between them since her arrival. He looked younger in the faint light of the lamps. "That means you too."

Gil managed a soft smile dripping with modesty, "it's all Angus, really. Even I had my doubts, but..."

But here he was, up before dawn to help him practice being on his leg? Yes, he certainly was.

Thena ran her hand down Angus' mane over his neck, "like you said, he's young. He's too young and too strong to let Kro put him out of his misery so early."

Gil never offered his agreement too eagerly when she spoke of her husband. Too much to say within too few words, maybe. "Well, hopefully today's show will go well, and we can put this all behind us."

"Indeed," Thena smiled, catching Gil crossing his fingers behind his back. "Truly, Gil, we both owe you more than words can say."

He gave her a somewhat curious look, as if to ask what she could possibly be doing thanking him for something--as if he didn't do so much for her with his mere presence. "Least I can do, Miss."

Thena looked back at Angus. She liked it when he called her Thena. It was sometimes the only time when she was actually able to hear her own name spoken aloud. "On the contrary, this was above and beyond, even for you."

He blushed, and he looked truly sweet when he did. "Anything, Thena."

She looked at him, finding him looking back at her this time. He had such nice and warm eyes.

"Anytime."

Truly, he had such an amazing heart, this sweet and humble man. She had known that from his occupation, of course, but the more she got to know Gilgamesh himself, the more she found herself enchanted with all there was to him.

Her eyes darted down to his lips for just a second.

He didn't catch her. No one ever caught her when she did that. But she was no spring chicken, and she knew very well that her desire to keep him around was no childish flight of fantasy. No, her life was far to coldly rooted in reality for that.

But she far preferred to have him just out of reach than not have him at all.

Gil looked over his shoulder. He was always checking his surroundings whenever they found themselves alone.

He was looking for Kro. All things considered, she probably could exercise more caution than she did. After all, it wouldn't be her whom would have hell to pay, but Gilgamesh. Her mind did reel, sometimes, to think of her husband turning a corner and seeing...something.

She wasn't sure what he would see if that day ever came, but she knew enough to say he would not like it.

"You should rest," she whispered, petting Angus' soft nose again.

Gil knew that it was meant for him anyway. "As should you, y'know."

She smiled directly between Angus' eyes, "sleep often eludes me."

"Thena-"

She turned to Gil, determined not to let herself pull on that thread. There would be no going back if she let herself get up to the knees in him. "You'll need your sleep, Gilgamesh. Kro will have you up as soon as he wakes, demanding to see how Angus performs."

Angus shuffled in place a the mention of his worst nightmare.

Thena turned and comforted her poor steed once again, "I'm sorry."

Gil nodded, putting his hand on the swell of Angus' muscled cheek. "Right, then, but only if you find some rest as well, Thena. You need it more than anyone here."

Exhaustion truly never left her. It was in bed with her far more than her own husband, that was for certain.

"Yes, I suppose you're right," she conceded, more so that he would find some sleep than anything. She inhaled, pressing her forehead to Angus' once more. "Knock him dead."

Angus nodded more certainly this time.

Thena smiled, kissing his nose gently. "And you."

Gil startled but held still as she pressed an equally chaste kiss to his cheek.

She walked past him, not willing to dwell on it, nor able to afford to. She did wave at him over her shoulder, "goodnight, Gil."

He blinked at her, stunned rabbit in a trap, "uh, n-night, Thena."

She turned again as a smile came over her; such a sweet man. She simply couldn't resist expressing the depths of her gratitude somehow. And in some ways, the kiss was better than throwing her arms around him in some way. Because then, what if he had put his arms around her in return?

If he ever did that, there would be no going back, for her.

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[capn-twitchery]

good evening fallen londoners!

this is a new blog for my FL ocs & ramblings & whatnots! meet twitch, who is just here for a laugh, and grace, who hasn't had a single laugh since he got here

(feel free to drop me an ask or a message, i look forward to wiggling my way into the FL community and meeting you all!! :D)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hi, I thought you might want to know about this

https://twitter.com/pakhnokh_art/status/1598704497340993536?t=x44ajllMwWZmlHMS7OyQ-Q&s=19

I’m absolutely outraged. The high retweet/like count implies OP doesn’t intend to go through with it. What cowardice. I’ll do it for free.

[2aceofspades]

Not me going back and looking at Cassandra and Casey's hug reunion like omg Ace you are making me EMOTIONAL i love it so muuuccchhh

~-- --- .-. ... . / .- -. --- -.

WAAAAH MORSE ANON!!!

It almost didn't happen, but I managed...I managed 😅 got me all emotional looking back at all of it ngl. But! They truly did deserve a reunion, and I'm so very glad you loved it as well 🥹🙌✨

Here's a lil bonus sketch of them being all content, no tears...just them:

Also don't mind the morse it's not important, I swear!!

[crossover-enthusiast]

I've only had Tupperbox for a few days and I've just made shitposts with it lmao

[shark-myths]

hi darling !!! what are your top 5 books of all time. the public desires to know :))

impossible to answer and anyone who wants to see my unhinged goodreads reviews, let's follow each other! here are some of my books of all time:

Less by Andrew Sean Greer (genuinely life-ruining)

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson (shirley needs no qualifiers)

The End of Alice by AM Homes (the most fucked up book I've ever read and the prose is so beautiful i can't stand it)

Jawbone by Monica Ojeda (i can't stop recommending this book since i read it this past year, i'm obsessed with it, why can't every book be this book)

The Crocodile Bride by Ashleigh Bell Pedersen (this is on the list today because the writing is so insane and phenomenal, it conveys one of the deepest senses of place i've read; i always recommend this book in @alienfuckeronmain's writing class for anyone interested in the craft)

i read a ton of sff and would love to recommend must-read series but that is beyond the scope of this particular ask! hope this pleases the public <3

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGHABAUAN WOULD SUGURU EAT AS A MANHWA PRINCE / MAGE OR NO?? Right answers only - 🌺

HE WOULD ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ mage!sugu….. with his beautiful long black hair and silky robes…… a warm smile that turns into a cocky grin when no one’s there to see……… or prince!sugu who seems so polite and so put-together but then he returns to his chambers for the day and Rots in his bed. maybe you’re his maid and you’re terrified of offending him because they’ll literally chop your head off but he’s just like :((((( dyou wanna play chess. could you bring me some fruit i’m sorry for asking you can kill me if you want. please play with my hair?

…… he’s so cute.

[lilarus]

woe, ask upon ye: for the "firsts" asks, how about 15 for Sires, Q and W for Sires and Miraak, and 🤩 for you? 😼

My first ask about Sires 👉👈🫶 Thank you Miss Lumi <3

15. First thing they remember feeling proud of

They're quite a prideful person and insanely confident in themself to boot, but the proudest moment for them, and what they'd count as their first proud moment, was when Misunmar was able to walk from Raseyl to them. It doubled when, in that same day, Raseyl shared with them some of her deepest insecurities and that their words and love and care meant a lot to her in soothing some of them.

Q. First act of non-sexual intimacy (e.g. washing the other's hair, taking a bath together, sharing food)

For Sirestia and Miraak, the very very first act of intimacy was before they were even together. As Master Forger in the Dragon Cult, Sires was alone in their forge, no one else was allowed in. And so, when Miraak entered and was allowed to stay, it was marked as their first sort of intimate time together. Nothing and no one else around, just them two, maskless and talking.

W. First time they realized their relationship is endgame... or isn't

I kid. It isn't until the Fourth Era that the two of them fully realize that nothing and no one else will ever be what they want or need. And it takes a sprinkling of death, despair, and desperation to make itself incredibly well known to them. They love each other, they need each other, but it takes being without one another to really cement it.

I think there's a moment where they're lying in bed together, just enjoying the other's company and everything feels right, like everything had finally slid into place and they didn't need anything else.

🤩. First big inspiration for writing (an author? a piece of media? a plot idea?)

So for Sires fic it was because of friends :> I was building on Sirestia (and Haev)'s lore and sorta thought, why not ! I just needed to get my ducks in a row, as wild and free as they were, and crack into it. (Thank you to you 🫵 for being one of them Lumi 🫶)

But my first ever fic was because I was unfortunately in the 1D fandom in my first year of highschool and had the audacity (something I wish I still had). So it was inspired by whatever the hell was going on with Wattpad in 2012, some of my friends either showing me or writing 1D fics, and whatever brain chemistry I had back then that allowed me to think it was good (shout out to that one irl friend of mine who told me she read it (found it organically) and told me it was good. It wasn't, looking back, but I still thank her).

Thank you again Lumi, this was fun to write :3c

[jtownraindancer]

top 5 burn characters go

Good gods Anon this is evil. Only five!??? 😭💕

I spent like three days trying to make up my mind on this, and I'm still not satisfied, but as of the moment, in no particular order:

The Best Boys

Mr. William Guppy of Kenge & Carboy, Bleak House

He's awkward, he's manipulative, he has no real social skills to speak of, and he's in love. I actually really disliked this character when I first read the book circa 2011, but as Burn seems wont to do, I ended up being completely won over in the end. ^_^; His Guppy is expressive, less a comic relief and almost sympathetic. I mentioned in a conversation with @synthapostate about how Guppy is technically an antagonist, but he's played in such a way that you really can't see it (unlike the book). Also the camera is half in love with Burn this entire series, and it makes it very, very easy to fall in love with this dorky, curly-haired puppy of a man.

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, Pacific Rim & Pacific Rim: Uprising

I could write sonnets about Hermann for how much I've come to love him. 😅 He's one of the Characters of All Time for me. From his passion, his stubborn resilience, and his sharp humor, to his unwavering loyalty for those he cares for and his ability to care so deeply, how could I not irrevocably fall for him? (Also singlehandedly the cause of the 2023 Burn Binge.) Hermann found his way into my heart from the very beginning, but I never realized how at home he had made himself until the day I turned around and he was patiently waiting for me to see him. I think I fell for him and Newt in the same fell swoop, and my love for both of them is unwavering.

Dr. Owen Harper, Torchwood

I've been in love with this bastard since 2013; I've been repressing that adoration for 10 years. I- I don't really remember the exact moment that my opinion of Owen shifted from extreme dislike to him carving a permanent place in my very being, but there it is. He's sarcastic, an incorrigible flirt, and has one of the biggest, kindest hearts I've ever come across in fiction. At the time, I was pre-Med, and I aspired to be half as compassionate a doctor as him. After Exit Wounds, I gave up Torchwood (I couldn't, not with Tosh gone too.), but I've slowly been dipping my toes back in via Burn's reading of some of the books & the Big Finish audios. It's been 10 years, yet I think I'm more in love with this bastard than I ever was before. (And okay, I admit, he might be my favorite-favorite ^_^;)

Sgt. Detective William Blore, And Then There Were None

Bill, Bill, Bill... He's a crooked cop, he's tired of everyone's nonsense, he's filled with regret, he's probably gay. Detective Blore is yet another classic lit character that I first met back in the late 20-aughts, early 2010s who I really didn't care for. Then 2023 rolls around, and not only did I come to love him in this adaptation, but I've ended up going on an Agatha Christie bender because of it. Burn made me... well love would be too strong a word, but I definitely rank Blore as "a poor little meow meow."

Major Edmund Hewlett, TURN

How could this list be at all complete without including my beloved major? (Just picking a gif for this made me realise how badly I've missed him. 🥺) Edmund is... How do I explain how much I adore this guy? How do I possibly pin down the levels of pride I have in his journey, in his growth, explain the way my heart aches at the twists and turns that will tear him apart and build him back even stronger? How do I possibly do justice in conveying how damn aspirational he is, how merciful, how delightful? I can't, really. He's a force of nature that one must experience for themselves. (And I need to resume my rewatch methinks~)

Runner-Ups

(or the characters who have been spinning in my brain nonstop like rotisserie chickens and absolutely deserve mention)

Ben Jarvis, Cheat

I... I have entire essays I want to write about this guy. I have theories I want to discuss, but as most of them are... I can't. Yet. Maybe soon? I- Anyway. Ben was a huge surprise, and definitely nowhere close to what I was expecting when I finally got around to watching this show. I would be lying to say it wasn't a pleasant surprise, and I absolutely love how Burn was able to do a lot of solo work this series, with a lot of focus on body language and his uncanny knack for killer expressions.

Jacko Argyle, Ordeal By Innocence

This... This beautiful little shit ♡ One of the first Burn movies I actively chose to seek out, my second in his Agatha Christie adaptations, and my first dive into gif making. And Jacko-! Oh, Jacko... You stole my heart then broke it in only a few, few precious moments of screentime and backstory. He haunts the entire film, he haunts me still, and I'm so glad I had the chance to meet him.

Martin, Up There

(Oh look yet another one of my gifs 😅)

Martin is absolutely one of my favourite characters, especially for his absolute growth during the film. He crawls out of his downward spiral, he finds himself again, and ultimately discovers that there can be life after death. He just- He's grumpy, he's beautifully sarcastic, he's depressed, he's loved, and he just- Seriously I love him. Martin feels like a friend who I haven't seen in an age, and it's always a good day to bump into him again.

Reverend Benedict Marley, Lark Rise to Candleford

I almost forgot my favourite clergyman??? D:

Benedict Marley came into my life just to shake my very foundations, send me on an existential journey of self discovery, and waited for me at the end of it all with a soft smile and encouraging words. He only had one episode in the show, but his story was so easily woven and understood, his humility humbled me, and in ways that make me almost afraid to admit aloud- I felt seen in a way that I ever so rarely am. I connected to him; I understand him. He has depths that I could hardly explain in a single paragraph, but I can say that- out of all these characters- my feelings are birthed more out of a very deep respect and admiration.

I can't say this list will stay the same- I'm far from through with Burn's portfolio- but for his on-screen roles, these guys firmly remain top-tier for me. :)

(If you'd like to hear about his voice work instead, please let me know; I could go on for Hours about some of those lads. ♡)

Thanks for the ask Anon, and if you haven't seen any of these yet, I definitely recommend them!

[beta-adjacent]

okay this is such a weird question but like what is a dangerous scent? Because when i’m in heat i feel like a black widow omega hybrid thing that makes nests and lies there in waiting for an alpha to be lured in where i can keep them trapped and well yk it’s a heat for a reason. But it’s not like normal nesting for me it’s “i’m a dangerous creature that waits for my prey to come and find me through my pretty scent and deceptively comfortable nest”. Idk if this is normal behaviour for an omega at all but recently i just feel so feral like i’m about to kidnap some poor alpha and keep them in my nest forever 😭😭 ANYWAY back on to the question, i need a scent that rings danger. Right now my scent if fairly sweet and it works for everyday but when im in heat and in these moods i want another scent that like indicates other omegas to back tf off and i want to feel dangerous yk? sorry this is probs such a strange question hahaha

OK FIRST OFF!!!!! THAT IS A CONCEPT THAT GOES SO HARD AND I AM IN LOVE WITH IT!!!!!!!! I have never understood an assignment more clearly in my LIFE; I am FERAL about this concept.

Ok!!!! That being said, we have a lot of options to play with.

The first thing I thought of was keeping your original scent but adding something like capsaicin or menthol to your scent AKA things that don't necessarily have a smell, but will certainly affect people's senses.

I also did an rudimentary Google to get a vibe of what spiders smell like. A couple different sites mentioned acetic acid, which breaks down insect bodies. Acetic acid is basically vinegar. So, it's not so much of a luring thing, but it definitely would be indicative of danger.

That being said, capsaicin, menthol, or vinegar aren't the most appealing scents, and actually trying to make/find those scents as a wearable perfume might prove difficult. So! May I also suggest pushing the sweet elements of your existing scent to the extreme? Your everyday scent can be used as the dangerous lure and no one would ever suspect it!!!! You catch more flies with honey than vinegar (albeit figuratively) after all! Does this idea underplay the danger element in practice? Yeah..... but, it'd also probably be the kindest one to implement in real life, haha.

If all of those options sounded really unappealing, you can also try a dusty/musky scent? I've seen some people go with that for a hunter vibe.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

god speed on that lack of sleep 🙏 it’s 5am and my mom said she was gonna wake me up “early” cause i gotta go to the doctor 😭

god that makes me sound 12 i’m not 12 im getting big boy treatment i promise

This is so real, I did in fact skip school today because I slept in, but I hope you made/make it to your appointment, my friend!!

[mandarinmoons]

I am so speechless.

I'm practicing on you for when I get a special someone one day, feel special 😔

[mothhue]

O and!! After that last post I think I have to clarify, although I love seeing people's stuff and sending them to me for me to see is always welcome, please do not send me things specifically targeting at me to draw it/make fanart.

I'm not open for art requests, because I would prefer to focus more on my own projects and stuff I wanna draw! Any fanart and stuff I make will be of my own accord. I already tend to have more ideas than I can keep up with, so taking requests would just overwhelm me <:)

But I do understand where people are coming from, and I don't like rejecting any pretty designs people send me my way. I really do appreciate them and I'm honored people like my art enough to send requests!

If you want me to just show me stuff, that's fine and dandy. But it would be preferable if you sent it to my non-art account @eggymoth instead. Apologies if I sound a bit bitter here! I'm really not upset or anything; again saying I love getting asks or getting shown stuff, just wanting to clarify that I would like to focus my motivation towards simply having fun with what I wanna draw!

So any requests I get after posting this I'll have to turn down. And uhhh thank you for reading if you got this far! I hope you have a nice day :)

[shark-myths]

hi !!!!! i was wondering if you had any sapphic book recommendations? i just started reading last night at the telegraph club and i really like it so far but i was wondering if you had any favorites you’d recommend :) i trust your taste the most

GREAT question, you know i love recommending books! i adore telegraph club so i'm very glad you're reading it. really, anything by Malinda Lo has my recommendation.

to start out with, here's this girl out boy reading list i did a while ago! but to focus on sapphics specifically, here are some of my favorites:

sff/speculative

An Accident of Stars by Foz Meadows

Freya Marske's Last Binding series has a cute sapphic pairing, the focal point of the middle book, but the books about the m/m pairing are the stronger in the series I think

The Deep Sky by Yume Kitsei

Lina Rather's Our Lady of Endless Worlds series

If there's any chance you haven't read the Gideon the Ninth series.... consider it recommended

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield

I Keep My Exoskeletons to Myself by Marisa Crane

Finn & Defekt by Nino Cipri

romance/litfic

Experienced by Kate Young is a very cute sapphic romance

The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith (I know everyone recommends this but I read it recently and it's like. SO GOOD)

Passing Strange by Ellen Klages

For Her Consideration by Amy Spalding (content-light but cute, the only romcom on this list)

Yerba Buena by Nina LaCour

Endpapers by Jennifer Savran Kelly

it's a short and incomplete list but here are some that came to mind! let me know what you're reading and what you think of it <3

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Reader who “aggressively” accepts cult leader sugu’s care? :o

Like when he feeds them a spoon rhey just…chomp on it very hard. When they pull them into his lap they very…distinctly shuffles around getting comfy - 🌺

MEEEEE <33333333 i am feeding into his mother complex no matter what i fear ………

NO BUT . this is a very tasty concept thank you for always having the biggest brain in the universe my beloved :3c HE WOULD FIND IT VERY CHARMING. absolutely coos over you a lot. chuckles fondly. ohhhhh and if you’re the type to huff and puff and pout as you make a show out of accepting his care i think he gets so aggressively overcome with love ……….. has to restrain himself from like . squeezing you until you pop. like a big warm snake . he loves u