#thanks for all the support

[sapphicstacks]

“What took you so long?”

A question Ava, Bea, and this author have been asked lately.

choose the devil I know (over the heaven I don’t) back with chapter 11 on ao3 now 😉

[st0rybooked]

finally found an icon border template i like! gotta change the psd color for the blog stuff, but i'm going to grab some lunch and be back. I'M SO EXCITEDD <33

[indian-kahani]

Day 6: 5+1 things [DESI LGBT+ FEST]

I just wanted to write something today so here you go! this idea came to me in the middle of class lol, i was really stumped for what to write for this prompt so luckily i came up with something in the end!

also new ocs!! anshika x padma, i plan to expand more on them (and my oc-verse in general) during more of the other prompts

tagging: @desi-lgbt-fest - hope you like it!

Anshika wondered when the class would end. Her gaze strayed to the teacher’s moustache as it wobbled up and down with each sentence he spoke. She smiled lazily and twirled her pen around again, staring blankly at the many doodles in her book. Again, the teacher’s outrageously thick moustache caught her eye.

Fifteen minutes till the end of class.

She imagined what it might feel like to touch it. Hairy and gross, probably. She shuddered at the thought.

God, I feel sorry for his wife.

She cracked a lopsided grin at the thought, thinking about how terrible it would be to have to be the teacher’s wife and suffer through a kiss with that bear-fur moustache in the way.

Twelve minutes till the end of class.

Just as she thought she might fall asleep where she sat, a piece of paper was flicked onto her desk. In the blink of an eye, her expression brightened as she dropped her pen, looking eagerly at her girlfriend’s back.

Padma turned around, and flashed her a flirty wink. Almost immediately, Anshika blushed, and ducked her head to look at her lap while opening the note.

The note was simple enough: Five reasons you love me?

Anshika picked up her pen, genuinely deep in thought. There were so many things she could write.

1) You’re a smooth talker.

“Hey, Anshu!” Padma leaned against the locker, looking Anshika up and down. It was the school’s annual Own Clothes Day, and Anshika had spent hours picking out the perfect outfit, denying to herself that it was because she wanted Padma to notice her. “Cute outfit. I like the jeans especially.”

Although she’d prepared for that moment for nearly an hour the night before, practising a smooth thanks as she opened her locker, Anshika fumbled and blushed as she had to look away.

“Thanks…” she whispered. “I like your jacket.”

Padma’s smile grew as she twirled around to showcase the outfit better. “Really? Thanks, girl. You have a good eye for fashion so I know I did good.”

The way she’d said it, coupled with her killer smile, still made Anshika want to hide her head in her hands until she was composed enough to look up.

The memory made her smile even as she wrote it down on the paper. To think she’d ended up with Padma still awed her every day. She didn’t know how she’d lucked out, to have a beautiful, kind, loving, amazing….

God, that list could go on forever.

She shook her head, tapping her pen against her chin. Her eyes brightened as an idea came to her.

2) You’re a good dancer

It was a monsoon evening – Indradev was clearly determined to let Bengaluru feel the full might of his power, rain splashing down relentlessly, flooding the streets with cool water. Anshika looked up from her homework as a shrill whistle sounded outside her window.

She gaped, mouth wide open, at the sight in front of her.

“Padma?” she was out of the door in a second, clutching an umbrella and staring at her girlfriend in utter disbelief. “PADMA, you idiot! What are you doing?”

She ran to shield her with the umbrella, unable to take her eyes off of her gorgeous kurta that stuck to her damp skin, chest heaving with the effort of dancing in the rain, slim waist emphasised by-

Woah, woah. Slow down. She thought.

Managing to tear her eyes off of her girlfriend, Anshika looked up to see a mischievous smirk playing on Padma’s face. Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Padma? What are you-”

In one swift movement, Padma knocked the umbrella out of Anshika’s hand and kissed her on the cheek. Rain drenched her in seconds, making her thin t-shirt and skirt cling to her figure.

The spot seemed to burn with a lively fire as Anshika brought her fingers to touch it.

“Come on, baby!” Padma was already raising her arms to the sky, throwing her head back in bliss. “Let’s dance!”

Anshika had been too embarrassed to admit that she couldn’t dance, but the free, flowing way that Padma was moving seemed so liberating.

Soon, they were both spinning in the rain, their homework long forgotten.

Anshika hid a secret smile at how silly they had been – newly dating, getting used to the idea of being close to each other as more than friends. Relishing in the experience that would come to them perhaps once-in-a-lifetime.

Nine minutes left of class.

She had better get a move on if she wanted Padma to read the note before the end. She racked her brains for an idea.

3) You make me feel pretty

“Wow, Anshika. Looks nice, but… have you considered losing some weight? All the modern, fashionable models weigh around…” Tanul looked Anshika up and down as she curled into herself. “…ten, fifteen kilos less than you?”

Anshika’s throat felt dry and parched. Everything she had wanted to say died on her tongue as, not for the first time, she looked down at her body and hated what she saw. All this ugly flab… her stomach wasn’t toned at all and her thighs seemed so fat when she sat down!

Of course, she had felt that way before, but this was the first time someone else had pointed it out.

Just then, a small laugh cut across the silence. “What do you mean, Tanul?” Padma, her saviour, leaned her elbows on the table casually as she offered her signature tilted-head smile. “I think Anshika’s figure is really nice! After all, a bit of definition in terms of body shape suits so many more clothing styles than tall and thin.”

Padma turned to her, looking her up and down just as Tanul had done barely seconds ago. “Hmm… oh yeah, some of my clothes would look so good on you. Plus, you always wear those nice tops with those loose jeans-”

Anshika knew the ones she was talking about, but was flustered that she remembered. They were her favourite pair.

“-and with that one jacket you always wear, it looks so good.” For a second, Padma looked almost envious. “Most of the clothes I buy hang off me as if I was a scarecrow.” She held up her thin wrist laughingly, and suddenly, Anshika felt a lot better.

Nowadays, what with Padma complimenting her nearly every day (and her attempting to do so back despite her shyness), god knows she felt so much more comfortable in her own body, not so pressured to conform to the unrealistic standards all over the place.

4) You call me cute names

“Ay, meri jaan.” Padma swung a hand around her shoulders easily as they walked through the corridors, flashing her a cheesy smile. Anshika had blushed, and then returned the hug. “Good to see you too, Padma.”

“Sweetiepie, I don’t think that’s how you do it.” Leaning over her maths book as she explained a problem to her.

“Of all the things, you call me ‘sweetie pie’?” Anshika had deadpanned, brushing her away teasingly. “You lovesick fool.”

“You’re so smart, babe.” Pouting as Anshika corrected her Hindi homework.

“What’s all this ‘babe’, ‘cutie’, ‘meri jaan’ stuff?” Anshika asked her one day, amused. “If you focused so much on schoolwork as you did on giving me nicknames, you would be top of the class.”

“I want to give you nicknames that are as cute as you!” she had beamed. Winking at her slyly, “what do you think, meri jaan?”

After that, Anshika couldn’t find it in her to refuse the nicknames.

What was the newest one? Oh yeah, bantu or something equally cutesy. She would never admit it to Padma, not in a million years, but she adored the effort she put into finding her new nicknames almost every day. It was a lot more than just liking the names. It was one of the biggest reasons she was falling more and more in love with her every single day.

5) You give nice hugs!

The number of times Padma kept hugging her was uncountable, and although Anshika had never really liked hugs – these hugs were different. Warm and comfortable, and something about them felt just like coming home.

Anshika looked at the sheet again. It didn’t feel like enough. She always wanted to give Padma more love, more and more so she really knew how much she was appreciated and loved.

5 + 1) You send me memes at 3am whenever I can’t sleep

After all, if that wasn’t the indicator of true love, then what was?

With three minutes left until the end of class, Anshika flicked the note back over to Padma. Sure, she felt cringe, but it was all worth it when a smile lit up her face, as bright as a thousand suns.

of course, for 5+1 i just had to put memes at 3am. would i even be a tumblr user if i didnt???

[axiseart]

[kayak-lmao]

This is kinda sudden :']

anyways, this is more of a semi-hiatus, ill still be active , just not posting

[achy-boo]

I’m almost at 200 followers! Just 2 more to go!

Honestly I never thought I would get this far.

Here’s a dare: Make a tag chain of why you like my blog and what do you think of me?

I will tag the first vict- I mean lovely moots

Tags: @adarkenedforest @yourlocalintrovertt @purpl3bo1 @areislol @rsehrts @kalims @juvellianovo @sakkakuu-squared @hades-eternal

Oh and you can tag your moots if you want to. No forcing anyway here~! Unless you’re Blume then if that’s the case, Imma head out /j

[stardustbee]

Oh I made it to 200 followers ☺️ (and 1 💕)

[crazytogether4l]

A new dream drawing! I love you allll 💕

[secret-mewtwo]

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

I wanted to thank you all for all the support you gave me and I’m very glad I’ve met y’all guys! I’m very bad at speeches so yea.

Also I want to give a special thank you to these people:

@paradoxiusblack @martysgachaworld @crepetwo @ricksoo @sapphirethefluffymewtwo @xxtc-96xx @mewtwoandme @pokemon-ash-aus @kantaroth @amateurcomics @noodleartz @blues-sues @zeal-striker @the-project-and-the-ghost @drazegerzo @laserkittydraws @droberrymewtwo629 @penumbramewtwos @esmam1ss2n9shu773r @mewtales @mewwho @mewtsuthefemmewtwo @ask-machi-the-mewtwo @1firecinderace @dxzziie @deepestuniversallove

:D( I think I might’ve forgotten someone…sorry)

Happy new year!

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

hey there! could i please request an hc for what it would be like to be mr. pinks daughter/child? no worries if not have a lovely day<3

Hello anon! I'm SO sorry for the delay in regards to getting your request out, you would not believe how busy I've been. I should have more free time around Christmas break, but I am not sure. Anyways, you have NO idea how long I've waited for someone to request me to do a Mr. Pink x child/daughter reader headcanon set, so a huge thank you for that! I hope it's okay that I do one set for a gender neutral reader and then for a daughter, as I want to be inclusive to everyone no matter what gender they are. Thank you again for sending in your req, please let me know if this isn't what you wanted and I will gladly fix it for you! I apologize for how short these are, I literally haven’t had a full break since November so please forgive me!

Tagging my besties @itscrimsonsixx and @jaehaerascrown here for this fic! I dedicate these hc's to the anon and you two!

FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs

GENRE: Requested Headcanons, parenting AU, fluff, and slight angst

SYNOPSIS: You are the child/daughter of the sarcastic Pink who he loves very much but isn't so great at voicing it.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Mentions of feminine titles and a female characters in one section, which will be marked in bold beforehand, implications of past abuse, swearing, and some angsty scenarios! Please read at your own discretion!

Gender Neutral Headcanons: they/them or other pronouns

You are in for a wild ride with Pink as your father, to say the least. Whether or not you're adopted or his biological kid, he treats you as his own. He took you in as a small baby, not certain in the slightest of how to care for an infant. His life of residing in grungy motels, conning anyone willing to fall for his schemes, and running for his life subsequently, inexperience with children would be an understatement. Consulting parenting books which weren't helpful, it dawned on him to look at how he was raised.

When the portions that didn't align with his beliefs cropped up, he would do the exact opposite thing that had been done in his case. So, when you had disobeyed him? The belt was left in its loops on his pants, harsh metal not slicing you up or cold leather marking your face red. When you cried or got angry? He wouldn't shout and scream at you to grow up. Rather he would be there by your side to sort out whatever was going on. It may seem out of character for him, but I believe he would have a softer side to his personality that would only come out when you were near.

The two of you listening to K-Billy’s on the radio, kicking back in your hotel room and singing along to the great tunes. Or, him smoking and watching grainy tapes of old 70′s TV shows. He’s got a killer sense of humour, which allows him to crack random sarcastic jokes in between dialogue that makes you nearly throw up laughing.

You’re pretty much homeschooled, as he doesn’t believe in the ordinary public school system to give you the education you need. However, he does make sure you’re socially experienced, polite and good mannered. It could be because he had a particularly difficult time in school as a kid that’s left such a bad taste in his mouth, but this is Pink we’re talking about here--he’s the opposite of conventional. Or I’m just biased because I was homeschooled, but whatever the case, I think that all the travelling you two do would result in you not staying in one school at a time. 

Yes, you can have a pet as long as it’s portable and small, so a dog or a cat or something that won’t die immediately ( ‘something sturdy’, as Nani in Lilo and Stitch says ) as soon as you start travelling around. It is your responsibility to train and raise it, however, and he grows quite attached to it despite acting all stoic towards it. Deep down, he’s an animal guy, and he’s happy you won’t get lonely when he’s working longer gigs. 

He absolutely can give you a hard time and tease you, that rough and tough criminal persona never truly dropping as its second instinct for him. But if he crosses a line, he’s always there to awkwardly apologize. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, he just has a hard time with emotions and relationships. 

Daughter/AFAB or Female Identifying Headcanons: she/her or other pronouns! ( Trigger Warning Here for Fem! Reader and Past Abuse! ) 

Please scroll until you see the bold text to let you know these hc’s have ended if these subject matters trigger you! Thank you!

* cough cough * Can anyone say overprotective? Pink has to be one of the most paranoid, cautious fathers out there especially if you are his daughter. “The world is full of danger for a young lady like yourself,” he says, partially because of his own criminal background and the fact that he was raised in an abusive household like I headcanon. Let’s just go with him never raising a hand to you, even not wanting to yell at you though he will if he has to. 

Dating would be a nightmare to say the least. He wants you to pick somebody who makes you happy, yet he’s quick to judge. Choosiness rules his perception; he only wants for you to be happy. If that means burying somebody or hurting them to prevent you getting harmed, you bet your ass he will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Periods being equally terrifying for him, though he’s a real trooper and pulls through for your sake. Out come the teen parenting books now, the second phase in his raising of you. Expect to wake up the day after you get your period to find a heap of chocolate, a bottle of water, and a warm hot water bottle in your favourite towel set out for you. Dad of the year!

Him training you to shoot a gun for self-defence or putting you in mixed martial arts classes that he makes a point to have you attend every single one of them. If a job was to go wrong and you got the brunt of the wrath of the person he pissed off, its best in his mind that you have a fighting chance. A total feminist move to empower his badass daughter! <3

Speaking of feminism, he curtails the usage of sexist slurs around you almost so that they’re nonexistent. Having a daughter changed some ideas in his head, made him think deeply about what values he wanted you to take away from his upbringing of you. Would he want you to be subservient and hypersexualized with no critical thinking skills of your own? Or would he prefer you to absorb feelings of love, shelter, independence, and strength from him? The latter was his decision and it was one he made without needing to rationalize it. So yes, he’s a changed man in regards to how he views women and the female gender as a whole thanks to you, though it won’t stop him from spouting off jokes when with the Dogs, say for instance. 

End of Daughter/AFAB or Female Identifying Headcanons and Triggers! 

Last headcanon for now because I’m squat out of ideas: Pink tries his absolute damn hardest to make time for you no matter what. He desires nothing more than to be there for you as a positive energy in your life, a force for good, however you want to call it, he’s there. You don’t have to hesitate to call him up if you need something. Are you in danger? Your first instinct is find him. Did you have a bad day and need to vent? He’ll be there at the end of the day for you with open ears and arms. Or do you just want to put on a movie and sit with him without talking? Fine by him too, he’s all there for it. Overall, I think Pink would be a father with many flaws but one who cannot be denied in that he loves you so very much as his kid.

Whew! I hope these were okay, I’m trying to get out some content before Christmas to catch up on my long list of reqs! I’m so sorry again it took so long anon, I appreciate your patience and support of my blog even if I’m not as active as I want to and used to be. If you all celebrate Christmas, please have a very Merry Christmas or a restful Holidays this year! I wish you all nothing but the best, and I send you all my good vibes, love, support, and warm wishes into the New Year! Next year is going to have SO much to bring for this blog, and I cannot wait for you all to be apart of it! 

[coramatus]

*dusts off hoof-paws*

Whew! That’s the last of the Unovan in NYC asks!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some doodles to make. 83

[alexiavettel]

love how i have three types of followers:

“Dear god I would fuck them all” for literally every post I do (thank you?)

“OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR WRITING THAT WAS SO CUTE” you keep me alive I swear (love you, really)

*likes and repost* for all fanfic chapters (thank you for the support mate 🫶)

[heckinconfusedparade]

I wonder what the Tails Squad would do for your birthday?

They would probably show up at my back door and stare at me through the glass. They’d pile up on each other and everything.

Maybe a smallish party (I’m not a fan of big loud ones) and they can all have extra slices of cake because they’re all good boys.

Gifts from them would be cute little trinkets they think I’d like, like rocks from their universes and a pasta coupon!

I am their squad creator. They shall cherish me! /j

I feel like they’ll appreciate my need for toned down celebrations and silence. I get overstimulated by loud sounds really easily! So it’s a quiet celebration.

Then I send them home with their Sonics. Get some sleep, kiddos.

[milllkaa]

also, I loved the art work ! you're a very good artist !!

It makes me so happy to hear that every time, thank you for your words!!! You are all so sweet…. Know that I really appreciate your support!

[starsarestories]

I'm writing first year and then I'll start dropping chapters :) BUT for now, have this:

Chapter One - First Year: Alone

Chapter Two - First Year: Afraid

CHAPTER TITLES!!!

[arthurmorganjournalreplica]

Hi, sorry I’ve been gone for quite a while, I didn’t mean to go radio silent on you all, but I’m hear with an update.

Firstly, I haven’t stopped working on this replica, and I plan on uploading a bunch of new pages in early January. I’ve just been a tad busy with other things, my new job is very draining and I don’t have the energy to draw a lot (a specific co-worker is making my job hell), I’ve also had scenes to draw for an audio drama. 

Basically, I got distracted by other projects, my comics and a new job. But I still want to finish this, and I still love RDR2.

Anyway, here’s a digital painting I made a while back.