#thanks for the ask luvvy!

[yeastymuffin]

4, 7, 16, 29?

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

I used to want to eat andijviestamppot for my birthday until i was like 12😭 which is mashed potatoes, andives, bacon bits and gravy. I also had some really great hutspot recently at my great aunt's, which is a similar mashed potato type dish. Similarly, hachee is the best!

But stuff you can wake me up for are bitterkoekjes (sort of similar to the Italian amaretto, but more cookie/brownie like in texture), a good ol' broodje hagelslag (a slice of bread with chocolate sprinkles), and a kapsalon (fries with shoarma, cheese, salads and garlic sauce)

7. three words from your native language that you like the most?

The first thing that came to my mind was "HOUD JE BEK" (Shut up), ahh, kinderen voor kinderen you still run in my blood. Anyway, this is quite a difficult question, let me think.

Voorpret: which means something along the lines of "experiencing pleasure because you know you are going to do something fun soon". If you're going to the zoo tomorrow and you're excited, you're experiencing voorpret.

Troostzoeker: it means "comfort seeker/ someone who seeks comfort", but i feel like the Dutch word holds something that's innately pathethic and almost forlorn? Like a baby duck without it's mother but quacking loudly, still in search for her.

Uitzinnig: which means delirious, demented, out of your mind/senses, insane.

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

I already answered this but I have more, though it's more hatred towards tourists but; I dislike it when people visit Amsterdam and think that's representative of the country. Amsterdam is batshit crazy and ridiculous! There are great museums, but I would recommend to visit Haarlem or Leiden too. Waaaay less busy, though arguably still busy cities, same gorgeous architecture, churches, museums.

We do love our cheese (but I don't 😙✌)

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

Also already answered this, but as a country we have beef with obtuse tourists who walk on our bike lanes. Tyf op, ik rijd je aan, ik zweer x

[margaetyrell]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 💖

[remuslupinslittleslut]

Hey,🪄

Can I request a poly marauders fluff one shot where the reader feels insecure about whether they still love her? The reader is jealous of the relationship between Lily and the boys and thinks that they want to date Lily instead of them; especially because the whole school keeps saying how good they would be together.

Thanks if you'll do☘️

Here you go luvvie, hope you like it!

This is Part One, Part Two Here! CW: lil angsty but happy ending :)

Sitting at your house table, you look over to your boys, normally, this would bring comfort to you but not today. Today, they're sitting in a group of four, with Lily Evans. You liked Lily, she was sweet, kind and smart, but knowing that James used to have a huge crush on her makes you feel a bit funny about their seating arrangement. He's sitting next to her, leaning closer to tell her little jokes, while Sirius and Remus sit across from them, joined in the conversation.

It would feel better if your relationship was made official to the rest of the school, but you had all agreed that you'd keep it private for a bit, keep it for yourselves.

"Aren't they just so cute", your friend says from next to you, "do you think they all have the hots for her?"

Your heart drops, they do look cute. But they look cuter with you. Sighing, you decide you're done with dinner, and excuse yourself to the library, for some late studying.

•

It doesn't get better the next day. You decided to sit with your roommate for history of magic, making Remus the odd one out, as James and Sirius sit together. Of course, Remus ends up sitting with Lily, and everytime you hear Remus' low chuckle from something she said, the clump in your throat grows bigger. Your friend makes another rude comment about Remus and Lily, making you speed out of the classroom as soon as the bell rings.

•

That same night you're sitting in the Gryffindor common room with Remus, as the other two boys have practice. Feeling that green monster everytime that full head of red hair comes around, you decide to sit closer to Remus, show everyone that he's yours, putting your legs across his knees.

"Are you okay, princess?" He mumbles, kissing your head.

"Yeah, fine", you say, not looking up from your book. He humms, not fully believing you, but deciding not to press the matter.

When the clock hits 8 pm, you know it's not long before James and Sirius come back up to the tower, and when they come back, the four of you will retreat to their dorm, and everything will be good again.

That doesn't happen, however, not really. They come back, with Marlene and the rest of their team, and they give the entire common a very intense retelling of practice. It feels good, your legs still over Remus' and James sitting on the armrest next to you, Sirius walking around the room, dramatically showing his great save, pretending to be holding his beater's bat.

It all comes to an end, when Lily tells him to shut his mouth and he quips back a "make me, Evans". Now, even Sirius is flirting with her, while you're sitting right there. Your eyes roll back far enough to see your own brain, so sick of them all liking Lily Evans more than you.

Your eyeroll, however, doesn't go unnoticed. "Guys, time to shower, come on", Remus says, tapping your thighs, showing you that you should follow.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you upset over something?" He asks as the four of you enter their dorm. You sigh, looking down. It feels silly, they shouldn't have to take care of your feelings, if they'd all rather be with Lily.

"I'm fine", you say, quietly. They share a look, before sitting you down on one of their beds, standing above you. "You're not fine, you've been avoidant with us for days, what's wrong?" "Yeah, you've gotta talk to us, we can't make it better if we don't know what we did wrong."

You sigh, again, knowing that they're right, but not really looking forward to the conversation that is to come, "do I have to be worried about Lily Evans taking my place in this relationship?" You decide to go the straightforward way, wanting to ask before they tell you, letting them know that you know that they like her.

They share another look, and then Sirius is laughing, "oh, baby, is that what's up?" You look up at him, "oh darling no, no one's ever gonna take your spot here, we love you so much-" James is interrupting him, "yeah, we don't like her, not like that, it's just nice being friends with her now that I have a girlfriend, she doesn't have to worry about me hitting on her" "Did you really think we'd like anyone but our little princess? You're our good girl, and we love you so much. And Lily knows about us, so she doesn't think anything else is going on", Remus fills in.

Oh. Oh... Lily... knows? About your relationship with the boys... Well that changes a lot of things, but you still feel the doubt in the pit of your tummy, "It just seemed like maybe you wanted to try to see someone else..."

Coming down next to you, a post-practice-sweaty James pulls you into his lap, "but baby, you're the only one we want, I'm so sorry if we haven't shown you that enough", he starts kissing all over your face making you giggle.

"Yeah, babes, you're never getting rid of us" "maybe you could let us show you how much we love you?"

They all envelope you, holding onto you, gripping you and holding you close, leaving soft kisses and whispering sweet words. You know that tomorrow you'll have to apologize to Lily for assuming the worst, but right now, you're perfectly happy just laying with your boys.

The next day, the whole castle knew about the four of you. <3

Part two here.

[baeksqt]

𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖— elisa de almeida

elisa de almeida x fem!reader

(a/n: something small and cute for the elisa girlies (as well as self-indulgence), probably some grammatical errors so keep your expectations low, but anyways, enjoy luvvies ^_^)

word count: 598

genre: fluff

As the year ended and the football season was slowly coming to a pause, you stood on the sidelines of the pitch along with your fellow PTs, bundled up in scarves and gloves, watching the ladies’ training session that taking place in the sharp winter chill, discussing the necessary next steps for the team before they split up for the winter break. Elisa with a slight limp, as she ran, had caught your eye (for a long while at that), hoping that she knew to come see you afterwards.

Once the session was over, the young Parisian was back in the clinic as you anticipated, a small sympathetic smile lifted your cheeks slightly as she greeted you.

“You’re quite a trooper, you know,” you said quietly as you washed your hands in the corner of the room, with Elisa humming in response, letting out a small laugh as she lay on the treatment couch. “But as I said before, please stop turning your hip inward,” you scolded her softly, sitting on your stool, eyes softening as you traced the features of her face.

“Practice was great, my love, thank you for asking,” she answered back sarcastically, you playfully hit her arm, knowing that she wasn’t supposed to address you as anything but your name.

Carefully peeling the kinesio tape off her left thigh that held up her hamstring. Rubbing oil onto her soft skin, you began massaging the muscle, letting her ramble on about formations for the next set of games coming up in late January.

“The Ajax game should be alright, considering–” she let out a small shriek as you were knuckle-deep in a tender spot on her thigh, she watched your movements, glancing at the club crest on your top.

You remain unfazed as your eyebrows furrowed, examining the spot, “you didn’t tell me about this before,” you looked at her apologetically, soothing her thigh “with that, you mentioned that your calf was causing you some issues?” you questioned Elisa.

She nodded as her face lit up with a playful smile, “yeah but this was at home, not here at the clinic,” she teased, combing a hand through her hair.

“So technically, this is new information to you.” you both said in unison, with you letting out a small chuckle. Your face quickly dropped as you scrutinised her calf, seeing how tight it was, raising an eyebrow as you questioned her again.

“Elisa.” You perked up, she noticed your change in demeanour, making her sit up slightly. “Have you been doing the stretches I showed you?” you eyed her, quite serious and sombre, as you waited for an answer.

The Saint-Germain player looked up at the fluorescent lighting, scratching the back of her neck, she could feel your eyes on her. The silence for what felt like minutes which was only a couple of seconds, was all you needed as an answer. You sighed as you spun around once on the stool, thinking of whether to lecture her or to make a joke, Elisa interrupted your thoughts.

Your girlfriend quietly watched you contemplate, “I know but before you lecture me, the calf pain just never crosses my mind, I’ve gotten used to it,” she looked on at you regretfully as you frowned at her, “I promise, once we’re back from our trip, I’ll do them properly.” she held out her pinky finger as a promise, knowing that you couldn’t be upset for long.

A comforting smile appeared on your face as you interlocked your pinky with her, your matching bracelets tinkled together.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

[ltash]

Bleeding Love

You saw Ghost breaking infront of everybody for you.

I'm coiled up like a venomous serpant

Tangled in your heart and I'm certain

You've got your hooks in me.

I coughed and opened my eyes, feeling the oxygen tubes attached to my nostrils. "Help!" I croaked painfully, my voice barely above a whisper. The machine beside me beeped loudly as my heartbeat quickened.

The door opened, and a nurse rushed in with a doctor. I went into a panic attack.

"Simon!" I called his name, desperation seeping into my voice.

The doctors injected something into my IV to stabilize me, but tears continued to cascade down my cheeks.

"Simon!" I called again, my voice breaking.

As the sedative took effect, my breathing slowed, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time had passed when I woke up again. This time, someone was holding my hand.

"Nora," I heard him say, his gloved hand caressing my skin. I looked at him.

"Simon." My voice broke.

It was hard to breathe as I had direct trauma to my chest and belly. I wheezed with each breath.

Simon stood up and took me into an embrace lifting me off the bed slightly.

He squeezed my hand gently. "I am here, luvvie. Don't be afraid. Nothing will happen to you."

I wanted to talk, but he stopped me.

"Ssh! You need rest, love. Don't talk." He nodded reassuringly.

I closed my eyes, feeling a bit more at ease with him there. He stayed with me the whole day, never leaving my side.

Later, Captain Price and Soap visited me. Soap had a bandage over his arm and head, clearly having been through his own ordeal.

"How are you holding up, Nora?" Captain Price asked gently.

I managed a weak smile. "I've been better, Captain."

Soap stepped closer, trying to lighten the mood. "You've got the whole team worried about you, you know. Even Ghost here hasn't left your side."

Ghost squeezed my hand, his silence more comforting than words.

Captain Price nodded. "You just focus on getting better. We'll handle everything else."

I glanced at Simon, his eyes never leaving mine. "Thank you, all of you," I whispered.

"We're a team, Nora," Soap said. "And we'll get through this together."

Captain Price gave a reassuring nod. "Rest now. We'll be right here when you need us."

At night, I was feeling much better but still sore. A nurse came to change the bandage on my thigh.

"We need to change the dressing once a day," she said. "You need to change into a fresh pair of clothes, ma'am."

I looked at Simon. He knew I had no clothes of my own there. He went out and came back with military clothes of my size and an oversized T-shirt of his own.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face. The realization that I lost my pregnancy hit me hard. I changed into the fresh clothes he brought me and sat on the hospital bed. Simon was not in the room.

I went into shock right away, my hands trembling, my eyes watery as I sat there silently gazing into the air. Simon came into the room, dressed in the same blue jeans and hoodie with his tactical vest and the skull mask.

"We caught El Sin Nombre. It's a woman," he said.

I did not reply, instead looking into the air.

"Nora!" he called me.

I didn’t reply.

"Nora! Say something," he insisted.

I blinked, my voice barely a whisper. Simon. Our baby is gone."

Tears streamed down my face. "How can I move on from this?"

"How can I move on from this, Simon?" I asked again, my voice trembling. "When I needed you the most, you weren't there."

I stood up, my legs shaky, and walked towards him, looking up to face him. "You weren't fucking there when I needed you." I put my finger on his chest, my voice filled with pain and anger. "Soap couldn't protect me. He tried his best. You had one job, Simon Riley, and you failed miserably at that."

Simon clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening. "I left Johnny fucking MacTavish to care for you, but he couldn't do that. I will kill him," he snapped, turning on his heel and storming out of the room.

"No! You won't touch him," I shouted, following him out of the room and into the corridor.

He didn't listen. He kept walking, his pace quick and determined. My body was so sore and weak, but I still managed to follow him outside.

"Simon, stop!" I called out, my voice hoarse. "You can't blame him for this."

He spun around, his eyes blazing. "Then who should I blame, Nora? Myself? I can't lose you. I can't lose anything more."

Simon turned around again, rage burning inside him. I knew he was going to beat the hell out of Johnny.

I saw Johnny standing with Gaz, talking to him. He saw Ghost approaching and knew something was really wrong and he was going to be answerable.

"Hey, LT!" Johnny greeted, but he was met with a punch to his face. He fell to the ground.

"LT, what the fuck!" Johnny exclaimed, stunned.

Gaz stepped forward, trying to intervene.

"Bloody hell, Johnny!" Ghost spat, his chest heaving with rage.

I approached Ghost, my fists clenched. Putting my hand on his chest, I pushed him. My hand flew into the air as I slapped Ghost hard across his face. My fingers landed on his masked jaw and I regretted because it hurt aftwards.

"Enough!" I yelled, my voice echoing across the base.

All the soldiers, including Alejandro and Rodolfo, glanced at each other, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern.

Ghost looked away before turning back to me. He was shocked, caught off guard by the slap. I didn't want to hit him in front of everyone, but I couldn't stand seeing Johnny being blamed for something that wasn't his fault.

"Simon Riley! You have disappointed me," I spat. "Who the hell are you to blame Johnny for what happened to me? The last thing I wanted to see is you two fighting because of me."

Ghost's eyes widened, pain and regret flickering across his face.

"You are a jealous prick, Lieutenant Riley," I continued, my voice trembling with anger. "You know, you should have let me die there. Why did you even save me when you had already failed to protect me?" I barked, my voice echoing through the tense silence.

Ghost's jaw tightened, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and frustration. "Nora, I—"

"Don't!" I cut him off, tears streaming down my face. "Don't try to justify it. You weren't there when I needed you the most."

The soldiers around us stood frozen, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Johnny, still holding his bruised jaw, looked between us with concern.

Ghost took a step closer, his voice low and strained. "Nora, I didn't know. I thought leaving Johnny was the best way to protect you. I was wrong. I'm so sorry."

I shook my head, unable to hold back my sobs. "Sorry won't fix this, Simon. Sorry won't bring back our baby."

He flinched as if struck, the weight of my words sinking deep into his soul. "I know," he whispered. "I know, and I'll carry that guilt for the rest of my life. But please, let me be there for you now."

"I don't need anyone now," I said, my voice trembling with anger and sorrow. "I fought for myself when my office burned in front of me. When I was dragged by those dogs, I was all alone. When they crushed my spirit, I was all alone."

With that, I took out the Beretta resting in his chest holster, switching off the safety.

I put the barrel to my temple.

"Let me die and get this over with. I don't want to live in this nightmare anymore. At least I will reunite with my father."

"Nora! Please don't. Please, please, my love, don't do this." Ghost pleaded, his voice breaking in front of everyone.

"Don't come close, or I will pull the trigger," I warned, my eyes wild with despair.

"Please, don't do this. Please!" His voice broke with emotion as he fell to his knees in front of me, his hands in surrender. "Please, babe! Please forgive me."

His desperate plea cut through the haze of my pain. I could see the agony in his eyes, the guilt, and the fear. It was a raw, unfiltered emotion that matched my own.

"Simon, you don't understand," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "I've lost everything. I can't go on like this."

"Let me die, please," I pleaded through my tears.

"No, love. Please," Ghost's voice cracked, and for the first time, I saw him break. Tears streamed down the skull mask he wore, his shoulders shaking with emotion.

Then he cried, cried like a little kid when he had lost his mother, his whole family.

"I have lost everyone, Nora! I don't want to lose you. I can't do this anymore without you," he confessed between sobs.

Captain Price, Alejandro, Soap, and Gaz looked on in shock. They had never seen Simon break like that before. The stoic soldier they knew was crumbling before their eyes, his vulnerability laid bare for all to see.

My hands trembled as I let the gun fall to the ground. Walking toward him, I fell to my knees and embraced him tightly.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, his sobs muffled against my skin. He whimpered when he cried like a little kid which broke my heart. I had never seen a man crying like this my whole life.

"I love you, Nora. I can't live without you. I'm so tired," he whispered tightening his arms around me.

"I can't either," I sobbed. "Sshh, it's okay," I reassured him, gently stroking his back.

"I'm so sorry, Simon. I wasn't myself."

"Promise me you won't do that again," he said, looking into my eyes.

I touched my forehead to his. "Never. I will never do this again. I promise."

We stayed like that for a while when he stood up keeping me in his embrace and lifting me up in his arms.

I heard Captain Price clear his throat. Simon let me go slowly.

"If you two love birds are done we have some interrogation to proceed with." Captain Price smiled looking at me.

"I will be back. Go and rest Nora." He kissed me on my forehead before picking up his gun from the ground.

"That hurt bad." He pointed towards his cheek and winked before turning to go.

[merelymatt]

Questions about I Need A Miracle that temporarily stumped me

When you, a writer, bring in a production company to produce an audio drama you wrote, members of that company will ask you questions about that audio drama.

Some of those questions will stump you.

That's the first step of the piece becoming a collaboration instead of a solo work. Because those questions will make you see your writing through someone else's eyes. And coming up with answers changes the finished thing into something you couldn't have made alone.

When @wirelesstheatre agreed to work on I Need A Miracle, I was ready to take my hands off the wheel. Didn't want to be the overly precious writer dictating how other people interpret the scripts! But mostly I just really enjoy learning other people's takes on stuff I've written. I thought I'd sit back and enjoy watching them all cook.

A thing I've learned: when you're the one funding the project, the people involved want to know your opinion and that you're happy with the direction things are going 😅

So I found myself in meetings being consulted on things I hadn't prepared myself to have opinions about. Questions like...

Who'd be your dream cast?

My first response to this one was just to give them names of people I know (the usual @merelyroleplayers suspects – once a theatre luvvie...)

When Sarah and Fiona pushed, I started naming audio drama podcast luminaries, your @woodenovercoats people, your @thesiltverses people.

And then someone in the meeting threw out a name as a possibility, which made me realise we were operating on different definitions of "dream casting". I'd made assumptions about what our budget could comfortably accommodate and unusually, those assumptions were overly modest.

This is one arena where, after offering some names because Fiona asked so nicely, I did end up just stepping back and letting Fiona do her thing. And look at the incredible cast we put together thanks to her!

What's the vibe?

This one came from composer Katie. There was a point where I was seriously considering not using music in I Need A Miracle at all (past Matt, what were you thinking?), so I hadn't given it a lot of thought.

We talked melody versus ambience/vibes. We talked moods. We talked instruments and influences. It was a lens I hadn't seen the story through before and it was so damn much fun.

And motifs! Each character in I Need A Miracle is one and done, so they don't get themes, but that led Katie to ask what does recur between different episodes. Are there realisations or turning points that multiple characters experience? What moments echo through the series and how can the score make those moments resonate?

It wasn't until Katie asked the question that I consciously thought, wait, yes, there are parallels and correspondences and themes running through the series (and like, of course there are, but you don't plan that stuff out when writing). And that got me excited to hear the music lifting those moments!

What's the tech level?

Final one, from sound designer Sarah Buchynski (Polarity Audio Works).

There's a specific bit of scene-setting in the series finale that I'd kind of thrown in there for funsies but which raised some (it turns out) interesting questions about technology in a miracle-powered world.

Miracles are magic, so are we talking fantasy? Or sci-fantasy, with sufficiently advanced technology indistinguishable from magic? Steampunk, electropunk, or some other -punk?

My job is the characters, and the bits of worldbuilding that inform them, their wants and needs. Everything else is fill-in-the-blanks. But then Sarah asked the question, and I had a fun old time coming up with basically just enough of an answer to make her job more fun.

Make it up as you go along

Did you think I was going to end this by advising audio drama writers to have answers ready to questions like these? No! Experience the thrill of discovery as I did! Answer whatever questions you need to answer to write the thing, then make up the rest as and when people ask you. That way you never waste imagination juice answering a question no one ever asks. It's foolproof!

[screampied]

hi pooks!!! big fan of your work 'n i love your theme sm TT

wanted to ask u how you edit your headers? like the pictures, what do you use to colorize them like that?

hiii luvvie, thank you sm!!! <3 i explain it here

[piratefalls]

Sleepover weekend! Your rec lists are top tier sooooooo rec us something (anything) that ISN'T fic. Fandom-related or not! Books? Stores? That One Kitchen Gadget You Can't Live Without?

xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes

i love talking about books and other media!!! (bonus kitchen gadget rec at the end for making it that far.)

Books:

Anger is A Gift by Mark Oshiro

Beach Read by Emily Henry

This Is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper

For those who enjoy political satire, anything by Christopher Buckley

I'm Judging You: The Do-Better Manual by Luvvie Ajayi Jones

Beauty Queens by Libba Bray

Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body by Roxane Gay

Never Let Me Go by Kazoo Ishiguro

Linden Hills by Gloria Naylor

Movies (including my list of ones I rewatch):

Moonlight

Clue

The Meg

Knives Out

Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle

The Man from Uncle

San Andreas

Fast Five

Ocean's Thirteen

Mel Brooks movies, specifically Robin Hood: Men in Tights, Young Frankenstein, Blazing Saddles, History of the World

The Wave (Norwegian disaster movie, one of the best tbh)

Downfall or Flight/Risk (because Boeing sucks and everyone should know it)

The Velocipastor. Go in completely blind. I promise when you think you have it figured out, you don't.

(as for that kitchen gadget, spend the money on a good meat thermometer and thank me later.)

sleepover weekend asks!

[wolfpants]

Hey! For the ask: 13 and 23.

Ty for writing so many great fics in 2023 👏👏

Hello! Happy new year to you! Thank you so much!

13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

I can't answer this one truthfully because it's to do with my Erised entry, so I'll give you another answer - even though the HD Wireless song wasn't indie sleaze (it was britpop - both very excellent genres), I listened to a lot of that genre to get in the mood for Everybody Hates a Tourist because it's set during the height of the Libertines/Razorlight/Yeah Yeah Yeahs/Libertines, etc, era. Basically, the era that formed me as a student. So - that was a lot of fun.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

All of my WIPs 😅 But especially my A Weekend in the City fic (Drarry slow burn character study nothing-much-happens long fic, set over 12 years from post-Hogwarts to their 30s - Drarry as flatmates, navigating London and growing up together and falling in messy love at some point along the way. Featuring theatre luvvie Draco and failed Auror Harry). It's hopefully coming this year but may take a while to get there.

End of year fic asks

[luvvy04]

About Luvvy

~~Fandoms that I'm in~~

Attack on Titan, Moriarty The Patriot, Haikyuu, Genshin Impact, Black Butler, Free!, Honkai starrail

~~ She/Her | 16 | Bisexual | Filipina ~~

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-> @lazyalani @xeiin-n <-

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~~i sometimes make NSFW fan arts but I don't intend them to post them here

~~i preferably draw men more than females

~~I sometimes make fanfics

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~~my English is kind of 50/50

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BYF

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[missfiggy]

writer ask (if so inclined) number 19 and 24! hope you are starting to feel better!

Oooh, thank you, luvvie! It's really lovely to be back.

And thanks for the ask, you're making my Covid-filled days pass much more quickly.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Well I wrote A LOT as a kid. Storytelling was one of my main past-times, and I received an awards for children's fiction from a local bookstore when I was about 8 that I'm still really proud about. In 5th grade, some kids were making fun of me for being such a nerd and ripped up one of my manuscripts. I put away writing fiction after that to try and fit in.

I really didn't come back to it until my late teens, when I was processing a lot of trauma and some neuro-spicy diagnoses. I think like a lot of other people being able to run back to and hide in HP in some was saved my life. That's when I found @bcdaily and her genius take on Jily. Her works are still a safe place for me when the world feels like its out of control. I'm so grateful to her for the amazing fiction she's put out in the world. I absolutely know when things get too dark, I'm going to reread the 'Think of Me' chapter of Comm and feel okay again.

I wrote Jily on my own but never published. Then when the pandemic hit, welp, things once again were dark and I ran back to Jily, my beloved. I stan @clarewithnoi so hard and after reading her fics and lurking on her blog for ages, she encouraged me to start posting my own stuff. And now here we are.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

This is where I get a little crazy. I do a MASSIVE amount of prep. I have character profiles on like 50 characters in the Deerstalking universe, I know their family trees, I have ASW and two sequels plotted and hope to add 2 more to that. I have school calendars, mood boards, found actually real estate to provide analogues for where the characters would live, character playlists, etc. It's a bit much. I also have every day of the 1975-1976 school year written out with a lunar chart where I write down plot events to make sure I'm not making any major timeline slips. 😂😂

The benefit of this is that when I disappear for a bit, it's really easy to slip back into the world and pick up where I left off.

[margaetyrell]

hi luvvies! you may have heard that last year, i accidentally deleted my old blog (please don’t say that again) and spent months trying to reblog as much content as i could. it was sad to lose everything on it as it’s been a difficult year for me overall, but ever since, i’ve met lots of nice people and everyone has been supportive, until i’ve hit 1k! so i just wanted to thank you for interacting with my posts and tagging me in your creations, it really means a lot to me!! that’s why i’m taking the shot to give you some of that love in return 💜

wanna join? here’s what you need to know:

op is a swiftie so this is a taylor-themed event

i’ll do up to 30 requests + 2 surprise gifsets (i’ll make a draw with all the people and take two winners out of it. then i’ll post two separate gifsets made especially for them!)

you just need to follow me (duh) no matter if we’re mutuals and send me a request to join in! only asks will count.

request a custom lockscreen/bg, header or icon (1, 2 or all them, but only 3 requests per person) with any pics, lyrics, colours and everything you want me to use!

anons aren’t allowed, but! if you want it to be secret, lmk and i’ll make something just for you that i’ll send you privately :)

if you don’t wanna request anything, you can still join the draw by sending me an ask! i’d also appreciate it if you specify the type of gifset you want, in case of winning (for ex. a lover gifset in pink)

that’s it! i’ll be answering and tagging everything as #sarahs1k once i finish each request!!

[littleoanh]

albie!! i luv yur theme its so pretty!! n yur blog is so nicely organized waah!! how hav yu been, luvvie? everything all good in the albie world? sending much luv < 3

Tea Pot!!! Thank you so much, darling ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა. I did a whole make over on my blog. Redid my Masterlist and Taglist to add more fandoms and I wanted a page for my glass paintings.

I’ve been good, thank you for asking! I had a week long vacation for the holidays so I binged watch MHA and caught up 😂.

How have you been sweetheart? Sending lots of love!!

[baeksqt]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — elisa de almeida

elisa de almeida x fem!reader

(a/n: another short piece from one barista to another ^_^ enjoy my luvvies)

word count: 805

genre: fluff

The mellow, narrow streets of your small northern town were no small feat against the hectic streets of Paris that you now found yourself working in, during the city’s morning rush hour. The light pink cherry blossoms fall to settle on the awning of your aunt’s cafe. Choosing to work here as you continued job hunting in the city, which you weren’t having the most luck in.

You were behind the counter, presenting the freshly baked cakes on the display fridge, the odd scent of vanilla and coffee filled the air. It was midday and the small cafe was now empty, with a few customers either working or idly sipping their beverages.

Cloudy with a cool chill in the air, the quiet breeze was now noticeable as the hanging plants swayed, with the shopkeeper’s bell chiming, notifying someone’s arrival.

You lift your head to see Elisa, the regular you slowly acquainted yourself with over the last few months—as well as your neighbour.

Once you set the last cake stand down, Elisa is already waiting for you at the counter, throwing you her toothy grin.

“Good afternoon, to my favourite barista!” Sending you a salute, she was dressed in her practice gear, the dark blue ensemble fit her well as your eyes raked down her body.

You walked to the other end of the bar, meeting her hazel eyes, matching her smile, your heartbeat skipped for an instant. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you quickly turned to the coffee machine to get set on making her usual order, the standard flat white.

As you steam the milk, trying to get the right amount of foam to build up in your pitcher, you look over your shoulder to see Elisa setting her bag down at one of the booths by the front of the restaurant before meeting you back up at the counter.

“You weren’t here this morning,” you say as you pour the hot milk into the small ceramic. “My aunt asked for you.” Creating a small heart in the coffee, dragging the milk pitcher across slightly.

Elisa lets out a low chuckle and confesses “I woke up surprisingly late, so I wasn’t able to grab breakfast.” You turn back towards Elisa, placing her coffee on a saucer and sliding it towards her. As she reaches for it, her warm hand brushes against yours, and you can't help but notice the crinkles around her eyes as they light up in gratitude. She whispers a small thank you, and you can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having made her day a little bit better.

As you untied the apron from your waist, you slid into the comfortable leather booth and rested your chin in your hand. You swirled the warm peppermint tea around in your cup, taking in the aroma and feeling the steam rise to your face. You looked across to find Elisa watching you with a hint of a smile as she took a sip of her coffee. Her hair fell slightly forming a delicate curl above her eyes. The atmosphere in the cafe was peaceful, and the low chatter of the other patrons provided a soothing background noise.

“What? Is the coffee bad?” With knitted brows, you leaned forward a little, eyes swiftly darting between the coffee cup and the Parisian’s calm expression.

“No, no, the coffee is good, I promise,” she reassured you, drinking up a small spoonful, “I told your aunt to pass on my message to you, but I don’t think she did.” She continued.

You shake your head slightly, trying to retrace if your aunt had said anything about Elisa before she hastily left before lunch. “I don’t think so either,” you murmur to yourself “What was it?” Looking on inquisitively, taking another sip of your tea.

Elisa takes a small breath, her face slowly turning pink. “Well, we should hang out more often, outside of all this,” she gestured to the cafe, “you mentioned that small jazz club around the corner, you haven’t gone without me, right?”

You hummed in response, feeling yourself blush at her sudden shyness, making you feel a little giddy at the unexpected confession.

“I bought two tickets for Sunday, my aunt doesn’t like jazz anyway.” You teased.

“Sunday works!” The player perked up.

Elisa completed her sentence and then cast a glance at the time on her phone. You realized that it was time for her to leave. She took a sip of her coffee, finishing it in one go, and then both of you got up from the cosy booth. It was time to say your goodbyes. As usual, she would wait for you to close the cafe before embarking on the walk home together.

And with that, the shopkeeper's bell chimed, notifying Elisa’s exit.

[kp-studios]

Hello my dear friend.👋

I hope you receive my message in good health.

I am Eman from Gaza. I ask you for a small “donation of €20” to save the lives of me and my family from the genocidal war in the Gaza Strip🇵🇸.

Thanks to your donation, we will be in a safe place, far from fear, hunger and diseases.🍉

Please donate and help us as soon as possible. Your support and standing by us in this difficult time is everything to us.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/Karamsaid

Best regards.🤍

Eman almadhoun.

I hope my luvvies will give you a few bucks, I hope you're safe at the moment. Israel has no reason to be this rude to your loving country, and I hope you can evacuate as soon as possible.

[jamietukpahwriting]

In fact, don’t invite me to a group dinner unless everyone has been told to bring cash, or there’s a fixed menu. Or you know for a fact that I can get my own check, because I do not have time to spend two and a half hours eating a really fancy, bland dinner and then another hour trying to figure out the payment situation. I have a life to live, and I don’t want to have to ask my eyebrow lady to come meet me at this restaurant because I’ve been there for three weeks trying to reconcile the maths. Thanks for understanding. 

—I'm Judging You by Luvvie Ajayi