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[belleyellsaboutturtles]

Listen. Listen,,

You are the sweetest bean EVER!! A ray of sunshine, oh my goodness. I was wondering who asked if I have a sona! (You inspired me to make one finally btw.)

I don’t even know how to reply to this. 😭💕 I have loved every single second of DM Mikey and your enthusiasm for it is infectious. You’ve made me feel very welcome in this fandom and I get so happy and excited every time I see you on my dash. <3

ALSO YOU DREW ME (technically my pfp but shhh) HUGGING DM MIKEY AND MT HEART EXPLODED

Then I saw

and you better believe I will find another way to hug this boy again

A lil sumthin' sumthin' to say...

Thanks for enjoying the story and drawings!

Your reactions, artwork, and many words of encouragement have been amazing. There are so many people who have enjoyed the story and were such an amazing motivation. There are a few specific people that I wanna acknowledge, though...

(Disclaimer, most of the sona designs were based off of piccrew posts I went digging for or were based on user icons lol)

Of course we have to start with @boots-with-the-fur-club!

Thanks for letting me continue the story you started! I didn't expect it to grow as much as it did, but the more I wrote, the more the world around it grew and evolved and it became this huge multi-chapter, multi-arced saga. I always get so excited when I see you post a new story and I wait in anticipation for every reaction you leave on my updates. Thanks so much for the advice you give, little blurbs you wrote, and moments when you fangirled over stuff with me! I have never been so inspired to write/draw/create in my life, and for that I am truly grateful.

@daboyau your interactions and reactions were very special and meaningful. I haven't known you very long but I can already tell how talented a writer you are and I may be just a bit intimidated by you. You motivate me to be a better writer, to work hard, and to not be shy about my stories! You're a very inspiring writer and every time I see your reactions to my work I freak out a little lol...

@truths33k3r4 I love the design you made for Mikey (I even took some inspiration from your design for my own), and the kind comments you leave always brighten my day! Your artwork continuously brings me joy, and I can't thank you enough for the adoration and adorable "phanart" you've created! You are truly inspiring and wonderful.

@that-0n3-shr00mi3-guy hands down you leave the funniest comments and have the most hilarious reactions to my stuff dude. I love how excited you get, it lets me know that you're invested and that my story is interesting. Thanks for making me laugh without fail!

@burritello3000 thank you for the comments, reactions, theories, interactions, and general love you consistently give to my stories! It makes me so happy that my blurbs and fics can provide so much entertainment that it in turn gives me entertainment to read your reactions!

@belleyellsaboutturtles your reviews and comments, the reactions you give, and the kind words you leave have inspired and delighted me to no end! It makes me so glad that you have noticed certain things that I write, hidden easter eggs and special clues, and I love how your heart melts from the brotherly moments or the sad lab memories. It's people like you that I write for!

Thanks again to all for how you have inspired me. I just genuinely appreciate your love for the story and hope to continue making stories that draw y'all in wholeheartedly!

[petricorah]

thankfully, he didn't get it [id in alt]

[dekariosclan]

Hello! 👋🏻

I enjoy your posts and headcanons and all the writing you do so much!! I've not dropped in to say hi before, I don't think... I'm a bit shy on occasion. 😆 Anyway, hi!

I wanted to plop a funny prompt in your inbox! I saw this prompt on the page "creativewritingprompts" and thought it would be hilarious for a Tav and Gale to experience. There's no pressure in writing it, of course! It could just be fun brain food. 😂

♡♡♡

Tav: I'm not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?

Tav: .......

Gale: You're not doing anything.

Tav: But... I sent you my love. Did you... did you not get it?

(As a first confession 🤣 Imagine Gale’s face)

Gale, furrowing his brow: Wait—you sent me….? Did you say…your love?

Tav: Yes…

Gale, eyes glistening: …you’re in love with me?

Tav: YES!

Gale: Truly? (takes Tav’s hands) Oh, that is—that is most wonderful to hear! I love you, too. *laughing with relief* Granted, this isn’t quite the romantic setting I’d planned on, and I’m sure the wine has loosened your tongue a bit, but—

Tav: Nonono, I know what I’m saying. And what I’m saying is *boops Gale’s nose* you’re my pookie.

Gale, bottom lip quivering, eyes ready to overflow: …I’m your pookie?

Astarion, shouting from across the camp: TAV MAY BE DRUNK BUT I’M THE ONE WHO’S ABOUT TO VOMIT

[kiigan]

ㅤSurprisingly or not, it wasn't his first time being compared to the Sannin. Sometimes for motives as plain as their hair looking alike, sometimes for the apparently shared loved for science and knowledge and learning. Even with the choices Orochimaru had made, and even when considering the blatant dissimilarities when it came to ethics and morality and ideals, Itachi tended to take such comparisons as a compliment.

«Thank you, it is appreciated.»

ㅤOn the other hand... to be told that Danzo felt protective of him was far less predictable. Not in a bad way, just unexpected. The role of protector was one that Itachi wore as second skin, if not first, and it wasn't often at all that he would find himself at the receiving end of it. Even as a young child, he immediately committed to the role of protective big brother [which was his favorite role in the entire world, mind you, even now with Sasuke as a grown man who was actually taller than Itachi himself] and, then, graduating from the academy in record time meant his protection was soon shifted to encompass the entire village.

ㅤChoosing to hop over that part, mostly because he wasn't sure what to say back [should he say anything at all? was it awkward to thank someone for wanting to protect you?], he instead focused on the instruction to follow Danzo's heartbeat. It wasn't hard to sense, given their proximity, and for the next couple of minutes Itachi entertained himself with counting the steady beats. And it might be a synergy effect, because the act of counting by itself always felt soothing to him. Add to that the hair pets his commander was occasionally throwing in, also very much appreciated as per the whole cat motif that started this situation, and indeed it didn't take long at all for Itachi to finally fully relax. To the point where, less than ten minutes later, he was actually asleep with his head on Danzo's shoulder.

"Feel at ease about bothering me. You are the same as Orochimaru: very eager to exchange ideas, as long as someone will understand. Speak freely, when we're alone."

He flipped the pen to his pinky finger, so he could cup some tickling hairs away from Itachi's mask, and save himself the tickle. He liked running some fingers over Itachi's hair. It made him want to run his fingers through his hair.

"I'm happy to be here with you, too," he assured him. _You make for a cute lap cat, kitten._ And he spoke in terms Itachi would understand.

"Your weight on me makes me feel rooted and therefore I identify it as a tranquil calm. Your shiver made me feel solid, and thus protective of you. And my body relaxes in your presence. Your touch in return... well. You can probably hear my heartbeat if you focus. This tempo means I'm content."

He caressed over Itachi's hair once more, because he could. "Yes. We should do this again in the future. Relax once more. After that, the time is up."

[prince-liest]

You probably have a million requests considering you’re a fantastic writer so feel free to ignore this one whhsjajshjaks, but I think it would be cute if Alastor somehow temporarily got his human body back in the 666-verse through Hotel Shenanigans, and Vox spends the entire time losing his mind over how Al is now a full head shorter than him and with less of his sharp edges (and sharp teeth lmao). No sex happens because Alastor isn’t as durable in his human body but they do spend time together, possibly reminiscing over Alastor’s life while alive

I do have a solid number, but I'm really enjoying reading all of them! <3 I def won't get to every request, but I appreciate the slew of adorable and creative ideas, it's exactly what I needed Especially since a lot of them are 666-oriented, haha, I've been wanting to make a little post-credit scenes oneshot collection for 666 for a while but just never gotten sufficiently inspired, and this has been perfect.

That said, I did take your idea slightly to the left, because there's nothing like a fluffy concept with, "But what if, also, Alastor had a panic attack about it?" sprinkled on top. unu

Snippet from the WIP:

[thelonelyshore-if]

RAVI IS AN ASSHOLE, i was pretty neutral on him but my GOD he got on my fucking last nerve. like bro the MC is sitting here going through the worst time of their life, their life: GONE, wills (for now): GONE, existence: TRAPPED AS FUCK, hotel: TRIVAGO. and he’s sitting there rolling his eyes and offering the most heinous comments known to mankind LIKE GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ROOM RN BEFORE I WHOOP YOUR ASS. so anyways i think you did such a good job making the readers really feel the suffocation of the situation

LMAO. Just so you know I showed this ask to my fiance and he laughed for like a minute straight. I've been giggling about it all day 10/10 excellent content.

Ravi is chronically unable (or unwilling, the jury's still out) to read the room. He's too stressed about the situation to think about MC's feelings; much easier to be smug and mean about it.

[daredevil-vagabond]

HIIII @bitt-better i hope you don't mind me answering this way because i want to keep your ask in my inbox forever THANK YOUUUUU haha im glad you enjoyed my gallery🥰 I think my art sometimes gives the aura of being at 1hp before a bossfight! heres a sneak peek of a damian drawing that ill maybe finish in the future

[whimsidreams]

😭💕

[ruporas]

hi i love your trigun stuff so so so so so much your art makes my day 100x better and i love your takes on vw and just. you portray how fucked up but in love they are and your expressions and how you draw them is so. AAAA. i love it and i also (somewhat) apologize for spam reblogging literally all of your trigun art. i couldnt help myself, i had to show the world.

WAHHH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH... i'm glad my art can make you happy and i'm glad you're enjoying my portrayal of vw!! i don't think i'm ever going to get over their specific dynamic and the way they might love in an universe where the line drawn between them is specified as romance... very dear to me, it makes me happy to know other people enjoy how i draw them in that way T_T <3 and no apologies!! i don't mind spam like/reblogs, i'm happy to know my old stuff is worth looking at! thank you!

here is them being not particularly fucked up but certainly in love

[azaracyy]

✦ gods of mischief ✦ digimon survive week 2024 day 3: other digi- er, kemonogami

[bleue-flora]

Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).

So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.

Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.

There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.

Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.

Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?

As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.

He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”

Tommy’s body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.

Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.

He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.

Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.

Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.

They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.

They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.

It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.

On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.

Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.

Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?

But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.

Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.

A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.

Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?

[virtues-end]

hi! same anon as the last. glad I checked your blog for asks first, or else I wouldn't have known there was a revised version. was really delighted about the how much your writing has improved between the old and the new, and I think I really treasure my Helvling now. One silly ask though: will hints of Shea's artistic nature from the old version reappear? I enjoyed knowing that about them. thank you for your hard work!

Yes! Once the group (finally) arrives in the city, you'll see a few scenes from the old demo, including the ones that show Shea's artistic side... amongst other things. :^)

[itzmellooo]

Request from @echodeltacove for their TOH AU! I hope you love it, and thank you so much for the req!

I included a rough sketch of Luz and Gracie under the cut :)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hello!! i just want to tell you that your art is so goddamn scrumptious, you are literally feeding my xmen brainrot and I find myself smiling when i see your art come across my feed. I love how you draw charles, pretty privilege and post (lets be fr he's serving every time)

i hope you always have fantastic brainrot and id kiss your blessed hands for giving us the gift of cherik and charles xavier, you are literally an icon

hope you have a great day ahead of you and more!! you deserve it !!

well i'ma absolutely have a wonderful mornin after readin this AWWWW thank you so so much !!!! i haven't been postin xmen long, so it's been really heartwarmin seein the warm reception to my work in the wonderful tags people have been leavin on my posts- and especially gettin to answer the lovely asks y'all've been sendin in (❁´ ▽ `❁) !! im glad people also like my goofy text posts and esp quotes from my brother he really has no right being so funny at the most random times

i hope to be xmen posting a while: ive got at least 60 years worth of stuff to look through and ongoing, so i dont imagine my interest'll wane anytime soon :]] !!

[intheticklecloset]

Hellooooo!! I hope you are doing well Nym, I've been thinking of watching Seraph of the end and hearing tickle ideas/moments might be the final nail in the coffin!

I also won't lie, I saw your new special menu and practically ran because your work is always so amazing and cute and never fails to brighten my day

On that note, may I ask for a liiiiittle order of Ranpoe 🍉🥡? I hope you enjoy writing this as much as I'm sure to enjoy reading it

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

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“Huh? Where’s my last chocolate bar?” Ranpo frowned into the basket between him and his partner, rifling through it as though it would magically make said item reappear from thin air.

Poe frowned back at him, a tiny crease on the corner of his mouth tipping the detective off that he was nervous. “But…you brought three of them. I thought they were for us to share. At least, I assumed one was for me…”

Ranpo stopped his rifling and glanced up very slowly at the taller man, who shrunk back a tiny bit. “You ate it?”

“I thought you said we were sharing this picnic,” Poe defended himself, though that worried crease never vanished. “We split everything else.”

It had been nice, actually. Poe didn’t get away from his work much, so while at first he was stressed that Ranpo was dragging him from his desk and writing tools to enjoy a lunch in the great outdoors, after a while he’d relaxed and actually found himself having a good time. He’d considered himself lucky to have a boyfriend that looked out for him.

But now…

Ranpo closed the top of the very stereotypical picnic basket and blinked. “You know I love my snacks, Eddie.”

“I…I’m sorry,” Poe tried.

“Now I’ll have to tickle you.”

The poor writer barely had a chance to register the wiggling fingers Ranpo was teasing him with before he’d been pushed onto his back on the blanket, said fingers digging roughly into his sides and ribs. He desperately tried to suppress the shriek that rose up in response, but after only a few moments he couldn’t help but toss his head back and cackle into the warm spring air, gripping the detective’s arms as he pleaded, “Nohohohohohoho, I’m sohohohohohohohory, Ran!”

“Not good enough,” his partner said matter-of-factly, though if Poe had been at all coherent he’d have seen the teasing smile on the smaller man’s face. “I won’t stop until I have you snorting with laughter.”

“Whahahahahahaha?! But thahahahahahahat’s embahahahahaharrassing – Rahahahahahahanpo!” Poe tried to squirm away, but his boyfriend plopped himself on his lap to keep him in place, tickling wildly along his ribs, sides, and belly – the trifecta of ticklishness that always had the author begging for mercy. “Plehehehehehehehease, stohohohohohohohohop!”

“You know what I want to hear~”

Then Ranpo found the special spot that made Poe spasm like he’d been electrocuted, his laughter heightening to the point it went silent, followed very shortly by a loud, adorable snort.

“There it is,” the detective said with a grin, slowing to a stop as promised. He chuckled as his boyfriend regained his breath and brushed his bangs from his eyes. “I’m just messing with you, Eddie. The last chocolate bar was for you – I just wanted an excuse to tickle you. You never let yourself really laugh unless it’s just the two of us, you know?”

Poe blushed, bringing his hand up to rest atop Ranpo’s on his cheek. “Thanks, Ran.”

Ranpo grinned with pride and leaned down to kiss him. “Anytime.”

[tonberry-yoda]

Congrats on 500 followers! You deserve this and much more!!💕💕

Can you make a headcanon or a mini fic (whichever you think is best) of a female reader who is in love with Jotaro (or Diego, I love this dinosaur boy) but she is extremely insecure and always gets it in her head that she will never be reciprocated but she has no idea that he is extremely in love with her and that he thinks she is extremely cute and that he wants her all to himself?

Thank you so much!!😚💕

oh my goodness thank you so much!!!! literally you have been so supportive and lovely through my journey, so thank you so so much!!! I think I'm gonna stick with headcanons because this fic would be a thousand years long lmaooo

and i chose diego because i havent wrote for him yet on this blog and i thought this idea was ADORABLE!

you spend a lot of time staring at Diego

like a lot of time

he's just so pretty, how can you not???

you've only been dating for a few months, and already, you had this awful feeling

like he didnt love you or care about you

sure he was the one to ask you out, but you couldnt help but think that he hated you or something

you always wanted to wrap your arms around him or tell him how pretty you thought he was, but you didnt know how he would react, so you kind of just ended up always avoiding it

not only that, but he had some really attractive friends and some were girls

how could this attractive and talented guy be with someone like you???

you couldnt help but get this awful awful feeling like he was going to leave you for someone else... or that he already has

but you kept doing what you needed to do and were happy that you did get to spend every single day with him

it was just hard to look in the mirror and think someone like him would like you

diego, without you knowing, felt the exact same way

if not this man was even more in love with you

he caught himself blushing whenever you would say his name or hold his hand

he caught himself giggling at everything you said

how on earth did someone as beautiful as you like some guy like him???

One day, while you two were having some breakfast together, Diego said, "we should... cuddle more often."

You looked up, shocked "Wh-what? What do you mean?"

He looked down at his plate red faced. "We didn't cuddle last night... and uhm... I just thought it was odd that we weren't in each other's arms while we slept. It felt... lonely, even though you were sleeping right next to me."

You lit up. "Okay!" You nodded. "Definitely!"

He looked at you with a smile. "Good." He grabbed your hand and ran his thumb over the back of it. "You know I love you with all my heart, right, y/n?"

You melted as all doubt fell from your body. You were all his now.

:) <3

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@tonberry-yoda