#they make me happy and I am loving drawing them right now :)

[gloomwitchwrites]

141 with a fem!reader who instead of not wanting kids can’t have kids?

This is a popular request, anon. I've had several submissions from various users. Since the theme/idea is similar, I thought I would combine them into one.

Heavy angst ahead, folks. I decided not to sugarcoat with this one. It's heartbreaking. It's sad. And yes, there is comfort and love mixed in.

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): established relationship, angst, infertility, pregnancy, miscarriage, mention of surgical procedure, emotional hurt/comfort, implied abortion/d&c, minor blood

Word Count: 900

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John Price

This time, it sticks.

Somehow.

Miraculously.

After years of struggling, of being told it would never happen, of false results and shattered hopes—it’s happening.

You’d be in denial if it wasn’t for the test results in your hand. It is solid, a print out of what your doctor told you over the phone.

John stands next to you, reading the piece of paper over your shoulder. His shoulders are riddled with tension, lips a thin line. It’s clear that he wants to join in on your joy, but something holds him back.

“Are you happy?” you ask, suddenly nervous.

“I am—I.” John clears his throat. “But last time?”

Last time looked just like this. Last time everything was fine—until it wasn’t. Until the blood and the pain and the hospital visit.

“It might not be like last time.”

John gently grasps the sides of your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “You don’t have to. Not for me. Not for anyone.”

“It’s okay, John.”

“Are you sure?”

You nod, and John places his lips to your forehead. “I worry.”

“I know,” you murmur, turning your face into his touch. “But you’re here. And that’s all that matters.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

It all has to go. All of it. There is too much damage.

No uterus. No fallopian tubes. No ovaries.

Gone. All of it. Gone.

Johnny sits next to you on the sofa, his head in his hands. His sigh is heavy as he rubs at his face. When he comes up for air, you know his world is shattered, just likes yours.

“The surgeon said they might be able to save some eggs.” Even you don’t believe the words leaving your mouth. It’s a farce.

“Might?” asks Johnny.

“They won’t know until they’re actually inside.”

Johnny is oddly silent. It’s not like him to be quiet.

“Are you upset?” you ask, tentatively.

“No,” he says sharply. “Not with you. Never with you.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, because an apology feels right but you’re not sure why you’re doing it at all.

Johnny places his hand on your knee, squeezing gently. “For what?”

Tears pool, threatening to spill over. “For not being enough.”

He leans in, face serious. “The fact that you think that at all means I’ve failed you. That I haven’t loved you enough.”

“Johnny.”

He draws you in. “This doesn’t make you less worthy of my love.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

A heartrate monitor beeps nearby. They’ll release you soon now that you’re awake and aware.

It’s all coming back in pieces.

You remember the cramping, the spotting, and then the bleeding that wouldn’t stop. You remember the cold linoleum floor against your cheek, of losing consciousness, of gaining it again only for the room to spin. You remember how cold you were, and Simon’s hands—of how his voice cracked when he said your name.

You don’t recall the trip to the hospital. You only remember how Simon demanded help while the staff told him he needed to calm down.

But he’s here now—and no one is yelling. He sits in a chair next to your hospital bed, face grim and skin pale like he hasn’t slept in days.

There have almost always been complications—always been issues while trying to conceive, but of those that have ended, it’s never been like this.

You turn your head, and as if sensing you, Simon glances up from his silent musings. You offer your hand. Simon takes it, and though he doesn’t squeeze hard, you feel the desperation in the way he clings to you.

“I’m not risking you. Never again.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Your friend opens the gift, presenting it to the gathered crowd. Everyone fawns over the set of baby blankets. There are several in total, all pale pastels.

You smile and agree that it’s a wonderful gift. Outwardly, everything is fine. Internally, your mind is still at home, lingering on the four pregnancy tests hidden in the bathroom bin beneath a pile of toilet paper.

Each one negative. Each one a glaring stain on the long list of failures.

Kyle emerges from the kitchen with the father-to-be, a massive grin on his face. This baby shower is a reminder to you of all your shortcomings. For Kyle, this is hope—a vision of the future.

And you haven’t told him. Haven’t said a word about those four negative tests.

How many years of trying now?

But you’re still young.

Don’t stress about it.

It’s so easy for others to stick their nose in, which is why you don’t share anymore.

Kyle plops down next to you. The happiness there is palpable, so thick it’s almost like butter on the tongue. You’re going to shatter it—hurt him yet again.

He presents his hand, palm upward.

You snatch it like a lifeline, and squeeze—hard. Kyle frowns at your entwined fingers. His gaze sweeps upward.

In your friend’s hands is a onesie for a newborn. Everyone coos, and something in you breaks. You’re smiling, but you sense the threatening tears.

Kyle’s frown shifts to a sad smile.

He knows. You don’t have to say anything.

Lifting your joined hands, Kyle brings the back of your palm to his lips. Placing a quick kiss there, he then kisses your forehead. He adds another kiss to spot just behind your ear.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “It’s okay.”

No one is watching.

“I love you.”

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[areislol]

A New Year's with you

►— pairings. genshin men x gn! creator! reader

►— warnings. fluff

►— synopsis. albedo created a machine where it would bring back their creator, who was stuck in another world, back to where they belong. but instead of bringing you here to them, it brought them to where you were.

►— a/n. first of i'd really like to thank each and every one of you!! to my followers, thank you for supporting me and enjoying what i love to do. i wish you all a very happy new year!

►— wordcount. 2.3k

✧ part three | ✧ part four | ✧ part five | ✧ part six | (mini fic) | ✧ part seven | ✧ part eight | (mini fic) | more tba.. NAVIGATION

The night air was crisp, filled with the promise of something new. Outside, the world was celebrating, fireworks bursting across the sky in a riot of colors. Inside, though, you were focused on something much more important: spending your New Year’s Eve with the people who meant the most to you.

As the clock struck 11:55 PM, you sat comfortably surrounded by the familiar faces of your closest friends. There was Aether, who always seemed to be uplifted and happy, like right now. Ever curious about Earth’s traditions, sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor.

He was carefully arranging the items for the night's festivities: a platter of snacks, a bottle of sparkling grape juice (your compromise since he didn’t trust “bubbly Earth potions”), and a small stack of board games you’d promised to teach him.

“You really do all of this just to welcome a new year?” he asked, golden eyes sparkling with intrigue.

You nodded, sinking into the couch with a soft smile. “It’s more about the memories we make while waiting for midnight. Traditions like these make it special.”

Aether tilted his head, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “We have something similar in Teyvat, though it’s more about honouring the past year and setting intentions for the next. I like your way, though—it’s lighter, more joyful.”

The two of you started with the games. Aether’s competitive streak caught you off guard as he quickly learned the rules of UNO and began ruthlessly stacking Draw Fours against you. His laughter was infectious, and soon the room was filled with lighthearted banter and playful accusations of cheating.

And Diluc, who stood by the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up and hands dusted with flour as he helped you prepare a tray of cookies. He looked entirely at ease, though his noble posture and crimson hair made him seem almost out of place in such a mundane setting.

“You’ve really outdone yourself with the decorations,” he remarked, glancing around. “The atmosphere here feels... grounding.”

You smiled, brushing some flour from his cheek with a light touch. “I wanted it to feel special. After all, it’s your first New Year’s on Earth.”

Diluc’s lips curved into a faint smile. “It’s quite different from what we do in Mondstadt. There, we celebrate with lively gatherings, songs, and toasts to the Anemo Archon. This... quiet celebration is a welcome change.”

As the cookies baked, the two of you set about preparing the evening’s activities. You’d decided to keep it simple: a light dinner, some nostalgic movies, and watching the midnight fireworks from the backyard. Diluc had also brought a bottle of dandelion wine he’d made himself, a taste of Mondstadt to share with you.

Zhongli stood nearby looking strangely relaxed, his hands loosely holding a glass of wine. Kazuha, always the poet at heart, hummed quietly to himself, his gaze occasionally flicking over to the window to catch the sparkling lights outside.

Then there was Childe, his eyes glinting with mischief as usual, though his playful grin softened as he glanced your way. And Kaeya, ever the charmer, leaned casually against the wall, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he observed the group.

“Am I late, or are you just fashionably early?”

You turned to see Kaeya leaning against the doorframe, a sly grin on his face. He was dressed casually, but even in a sweater and sweatpants, he carried himself with the same effortless charm that made your heart skip a beat.

“Perfect timing, actually,” you replied with a smile. “Welcome to Earth’s New Year’s Eve celebration.”

Kaeya stepped inside, taking in the decorations with an approving nod. “You’ve certainly gone all out. I feel honoured to be part of such an event.”

“Don’t get too excited,” you teased. “It’s mostly snacks, games, and fireworks on TV. But I did prepare something fun.”

His visible eye gleamed with interest. “Do tell.”

You handed him a silly party hat and matching noisemaker. “Tradition.”

Kaeya raised an eyebrow, twirling the noisemaker between his fingers. “You’re telling me people wear these... willingly?”

“Yes, and so will you,” you said, placing the hat on his head before he could protest. To your surprise, he didn’t remove it. Instead, he adjusted it with a flourish and gave you a playful bow to which you giggled at, finding it silly.

“Only for you, darling.”

Wriothesley, Lyney and Neuvillette, Venti, Kinich and Baizhu were all chatting amongst each other, an odd bunch, yes, but they all got along with each other. They all grouped around each other, happily talking about celebrating a new year…with you.

“Five minutes!” Kaeya called out, his voice light, teasing, but full of warmth. “Let’s make the last moments of the year memorable.”

“Right!” Childe grinned, raising his glass. “To make this year even better than the last!”

Diluc’s eyes narrowed at the ginger Fatui and his words. “Tsk, nothing is worth celebrating if the Fatui are still around..” He grumbled, his grip on the wine bottle tightening.

Noticing this you nudge him with your shoulder playfully, a smile tugging the corners of your lips as you spoke. “Don’t worry about him or the Fatui. Besides you’ve got us—me!” You said, watching as his gaze softened at you, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

“You’re right.” His voice was soft and smooth, almost too soft, though the sweet moment between you two was interrupted as Albedo adjusted his glasses and glanced at you, his usual serene expression softening with the warmth of the evening. “Time flies when you’re surrounded by friends. It’s good to be here with all of you.”

Alhaitham sat comfortably on the couch, a book in hand—because of course, he brought a book. His teal-grey hair caught the light in a way that made him look effortlessly elegant, even in a simple turtleneck sweater.

“I still don’t understand the significance of this holiday,” he said without looking up, though the slight smirk on his lips suggested he was enjoying the conversation. “The Earth rotates around the sun every day. Why is this particular one celebrated?”

You laughed, sitting beside him. “It’s not about the science, Alhaitham. It’s about marking a moment to reflect on the past year and look forward to the next. It’s symbolic.”

He finally closed his book, setting it aside as he turned to face you fully. “Symbolism. A fascinating way to assign meaning to an arbitrary point in time.”

“Spoken like a true scholar,” you teased. “But you can’t deny that it’s nice to have an excuse to relax and celebrate.”

He leaned back, crossing his arms as he studied you. “I suppose it does offer an opportunity to engage in human connection. That, I can appreciate.”

The night unfolded with a quiet intimacy that felt uniquely fitting for Alhaitham. Instead of games or loud music, the two of you opted for meaningful conversation and simple joys. He indulged your Earth traditions by trying your carefully curated snacks, offering an unfiltered critique of each one.

“These are tolerable,” he said, gesturing to the plate of cookies. “But the balance of sweetness could be improved.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Noted, culinary expert.”

A chuckle escaped from Ayato, who leaned against the wall with a relaxed smirk. “How uncharacteristic of you, Alhaitham. But I agree, it’s nice to have a peaceful moment like this.”

Baizhu was seated nearby, carefully sipping on a cup of tea, his sharp eyes gleaming with a hidden playfulness. “A toast to health and prosperity, then,” he said with a smile. “May we all find peace and success in the year to come.”

Nearby, Cyno, though less stoic offered a smirk. “Let’s hope it’s more peaceful than last year,” he said dryly, casting a quick glance at Childe, who was standing by the snacks table, trying to sneak an extra serving of treats.

You, Diluc and Cyno all watched as Itto slapped his hand, scolding him for trying to sneak in a couple more snacks despite doing the same as well.

“You gotta stop stealing all the goodies! You can’t just hog ‘em all!” Itto whined, grabbing the handful of stolen goods from Childe who was practically fuming. “You are getting on my last nerves bud. Hand me back those snacks now! Besides, they said I could eat however much I wanted!”

“Stop lying! As if they would EVER give you permission to do something as heinous as that!” Itto screeched. You sighed, wondering when the bickering would ever stop.

Ga’ming joined the conversation, his voice light and playful. “I’m just happy to have made it through another year. Every year, we learn something new. Here’s to another year of discoveries!” he said, raising a glass.

Gorou, sitting beside him, nodded earnestly. “We’ve all fought many battles, but it’s the moments like these that remind us what we’re fighting for. To friends, to peace.” Heizou flashed a grin, holding up his drink. “The new year always brings a fresh set of mysteries, doesn’t it? Here’s hoping for more exciting cases to solve!” He winked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

However, everybody knew there were no mysteries to solve. Not one single case since he first landed here, which was quite sad, now that you were thinking about it..

From across the room, Itto boomed with excitement (having totally forgotten about the whole Childe stealing fiasco). “A toast to the strongest—no, the most amazing people around! Let’s make this year even more fun than the last!” His exuberance was contagious, and everyone around him laughed, joining in the cheer.

Kaeya, leaning casually against the doorframe, smirked playfully at you. “Cheers to another year of mischief and fun. I have no doubt this one will be full of surprises.”

Kaveh rolled his eyes at Kaeya’s comment, but he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “Every year is full of surprises. Some better than others,” he teased, earning a laugh from Albedo.

Neuvillette placed his much larger and softer hands on your shoulder, a gentle smile and look on his face as he leaned his head down. “May we all find the strength to continue our paths, no matter the obstacles that come our way. A peaceful year ahead.”

Sethos, who was quietly observing everybody, nodded thoughtfully. “I agree. Whatever the world holds, we face it together.”

Thoma, ever the cheerful and supportive presence, added with a bright smile, “And here’s to everyone having a safe, happy year ahead. I’ll make sure to keep things running smoothly for us!”

Tighnari nodded in agreement. “I’m confident we’ll only grow stronger together.” As the seconds ticked down, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of all their presence. Each of them was here, beside you, in this shared moment of joy.

Venti raised his glass, his usual carefree nature in full force. “To freedom! To wind! And to all the wonderful people we meet along the way!”

Wanderer, leaning slightly against the wall with his arms crossed, let out a quiet laugh. “Not sure about freedom, but I’m all for a year where things are… less chaotic.” His dry humour had the group chuckle.

Wriothesley raised a glass, his usual calm exterior belying the warmth in his voice. “May this year bring you all the peace and prosperity you deserve. We’ve earned it.”

Xiao, standing near the window, his gaze distant yet soft, murmured, “A new year is just another step forward. I will continue protecting those dear to me.” His words were brief but filled with devotion. Zhongli smiled at the group. “A new year is a reminder that time flows forward, yet we remain constant in our bonds. May we cherish every moment.”

Kinich stood quietly, his presence comforting as always. He simply nodded his head in acknowledgment and continued back to staring out the window, though his eyes seem to be wavering towards somebody in the reflection of the glass window.

Capitano and Pierro, with a more reserved expression, raised his glass in a quiet toast. “May the coming year be kind to us all.” Pantalone, with a cheerful grin, chimed in last. “To friends, to family, and to new adventures. May the year ahead be our best yet.”

The countdown reached zero, and the room erupted in cheers, laughter, and clinking glasses. The fireworks outside exploded in a burst of color, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as you stood surrounded by your friends—each one unique, each one cherished.

“Happy New Year!” you all called out in unison, the warmth of your bond filling the room.

“Happy New Year!” you repeated, your heart full, as the new year began. Cheers erupted around the room as everyone clinked glasses and exchanged smiles. The sound of fireworks outside mixed with the laughter inside, creating a perfect harmony that made your heart swell.

“I’m so grateful for all of you,” you said, feeling the weight of the moment. “Thank you for being part of my life.”

They all smiled, their expressions soft and filled with affection. Kaeya was the first to pull you into a warm embrace, followed by Childe who ruffled your hair playfully. Kazuha, ever the poet, simply offered a gentle nod, his gaze full of quiet affection. Zhongli’s smile was calm, yet there was a deep tenderness in the way he looked at you. And Aether and Lumine both offered their hands, pulling you into a hug that felt like home.

“No matter what the new year brings,” Aether said softly, “we’ll always be together.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the people you loved, the year ahead felt full of endless possibilities, each one more beautiful than the last.“Happy New Year, everyone,” you said, your heart full, surrounded by your closest companions.

“Let’s make it a year to remember.”

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[calware]

I am getting back into HS because of you! I actually have been thinking about it for a bit... Something I've been feeling recently though, is the idea that my interpretations, my works, my views of these characters could not reasonably sit next to others', whose are all more nuanced, more in-depth and researched... but I really enjoy your takes, and I'm gradually understanding tjat even if I'm not a true Halwarrior, or a Jake Jingler, I can still make meaningful works with these characters even if I don't know Every detail of them or nuanced perspective on them. I suppose I feel like my output in the fandom, in relation to canon, has been lackluster! It's been almost 10 years since I got into Homestuck, and even now I blank on vital stuff... but I really appreciate your takes and art and creations, because it makes me feel more at ease and intrigued by things I don't fully comprehend (like how I've read the comic 5 times and still feel like a bucket of mud after reading the dialogue boxes more than 2 sentences LOL), rather than hesitant to create. I hope this all makes sense, it's kinda like I'm typing whatever comes to mind right now. But all in all, thank you. I've had my fair share of rough times in this fandom, but I love it dearly. And even though we don't know each other, I'm glad there is somebody like you out there. Stay strong, and have a wonderful new year.

hi thank you for taking the time to write this all out it makes me really happy to hear that you're getting back into hs :)!! i definitely know what you are feeling and often feel the same way, i see a lot of people who have been around the scene much longer than me who've done a lot of thinking & writing about the story who have much more interesting & well thought-out things to say compared to me. but i think of the two cakes theory and remember that we all have something unique to contribute! i don't really think there's such thing as a "lackluster" contribution to fandom because there's no requirement to contribute to fandom at all. even if you wanted to just sit back and see what others do, or not even engage at all, there's nothing wrong with that. this is not a class that we are trying to get a good grade in, it's a community of fans that we all engage with because it's supposed to be fun and enjoyable. i share my thoughts because i would explode if i didn't get them out and i like to draw little things because it's my way of expressing my love of this comic. even if i may disagree with people from time to time (frankly, i think my new year's resolution should be to be less of a hater), i still like to hear other people's perspectives and interpretations, and what really makes the hs fandom stand out to me is the community i'm part of where we can exchange our thoughts and ideas

i am so glad to hear that you enjoy the things i make because i love sharing them with others and it makes me happy to know that it makes other people happy too. if you want to contribute, don't hold yourself back :) and i hope you have a great new year as well!

[upmost-rylan]

//new year art, featuring my sona arin! And many characters I hyperfixated on this year! (Tags #newyear #art #drawing #fandom #cringecultureisdead ) . See if you can spot the characters you remember me drawing in the past! . vv Bonus rambling mainly to my future self and some friends:) vv

Hey Everyone! I hope 2024 treated you well! This year was an absolute mess for me… from the horrible, I saw people who I used to be friends with become strangers to me, my uni life is an absolute MESS, not to mention family stuff hhh… but also some good stuff,I deleted an old instagram account that had maybe a couple hundred followers to making an account a couple in late June already reaching 1k and probably gonna reach 2k at some point if my account keeps growing at this rate GNKFJGJ, I made ALOT more animatics this year then I ever did before! It's Definitely gonna help me improve if I keep going at it… ,I made new friends who are in fandoms who I love! Amazing artists and some writers! they bring people around them so much joy! All of them deserve the world! (Yes you do, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!), the world is a train reck right now! But you only live once people! Gotta try your best to keep up the good vibes! but also remember it's okay to cry, to take a break, even if you don't feel great, remember that you survived! You lived another year, you can do one more! even if you are just staying in bed scrolling through your phone seeing the sun go up, you did great! And I am proud that you survived! I am horrible with words especially if it's me rambling… but still, I hope this year brings you peace, weather that be inner peace to be able to talk to someone new without being anxious, or peace in your surroundings I hope it gets better no matter what you are going through! I'm probably just repeating myself at this point so… happy new years everyone! Hoping it'll be a good one :)

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Tomorrow lads (gn), I shall be embarking upon an incredibly ill-advised adventure, and I'm taking you all with me.

I have two pairs of old jeans (one with holes in the crotch and the other headed that direction). I don't wear jeans super often anymore for two reasons.

1) I go to work all day in my black work pants with super deep pockets and then I wanna come home and wear something I can go to bed in, which does not usually include jeans.

2) I own 1 (one) skirt that I have stolen from my mother. I love it so much. I love wearing it. It makes me feel nice. I like the way I look in it. I feel very pretty wearing a skirt. It is pretty much the only thing I wear casually. I would like to wear more skirts.

I think you may all see where I am headed. Tomorrow, I am going to take these two pairs or pants and attempt to sew them into one skirt. This will be accomplished by using one pair of pants as a base and the other to sew panels in between the legs of the first pair. This is so I do not end up with a pencil skirt (we're aiming for an A-line but we'll see whar happens).

While the absolute worst thing that happens with this endeavor is that I end up with something so mangled and ugly, I throw away two pairs of pants that already had a one way ticket to the trash can, this is ill-advised for a number of other reasons:

I do not know how to sew. I can thread a needle and repair a hole along a seam. That's about it.

I do not know how to operate a sewing machine.

I don't have a pattern or a list of instructions for this.

I am not looking up any sort of guidelines or professional instructions or advice before this because I am lazy.

As you can see, this adventure will be based off of mostly luck and guesswork and is doomed to failure from the start. I do however, have a singular secret weapon: J-Dog.

Now, if you got to this post and are not a mutual you will be unaware, but J-Dog is my brother, my best friend, my eternal tormentor, and the victim of 99% of my ill-advised bullcrap.

What none of you will know is that J-Dog knows how to sew. And I have *leverage* right now because he did not get me a Christmas present (this is not because he's a jerk or anything, Christmas was just very lowkey for us this year. I gave my whole family one "I will buy you fast food without whining about it" pass and a little drawing).

He also does not have a job right now because he is moving to a completely different state in roughly 1 week to start forestry with Job Corps. Which means I can hold him hostage. All. Day.

J-Dog will be helping me turn on, thread, and operate the sewing machine and will be pinning the skirt together.

If this doomed adventure is successful, I will post a picture of me in the skirt. If it is unsuccessful, I will post a picture of the tattered remains.

Happy New Year, and wish me luck folks!

[javierduffy]

but when they're out on that river bank alone, what javier should be loyal to doesn't feel as confusing anymore

[kinokoshoujoart]

oops all rock (springtime edition)

i’ll be able to draw digitally again soon! ;w; in the meantime i’ve been scribbling a lot on paper…

could not wait for Soon, so i resorted to coloring it using the markup tool in default iphone photos app (don’t do that ever again)

[leapdayowo]

THEM!!! <3

I love In Stars and Time SO MUCH (I haven’t finished it yet though… but eventually I will!)

And man… I’ve been rotating this story in my head for only a week, but the grip it has on my psyche is just- AHFKSKAKSJFNKJLDLS

The main group of characters have such a fun dynamic and they feel so multidimensional, and, without getting into spoilers too much, I love how the game then completely breaks down these characters. It’s kind of the epitome of ‘under what circumstances would this character do something that initially would be out of character for them to do’ and it’s DEVESTATING!! But in a good and interesting way!

also?? Also?? Such a good game to find right as we’re getting into pride month :33

[raisans-art]

hi, i just found this blog and was reading back on your current submas au. you say you dont like others giving ideas for the au, but unless i missed a post you didnt seem to make it clear any point before getting upset that you didnt like those types of messages or that you already had the story planned out. maybe you should make a post about this being an already written story your releasing bits at a time and not a wip au?

As I see it, that post is a version of that post that you mention. It wasn't an immediate issue, only cumulative because (at current and at time of that ask being sent) there was a larger volume of those kind of asks than there normally are when I start sharing an au that operates the way I'm operating this one: letting people ask questions about things that they are interested in learning about in the au rather than trying to tell a linear story.

So. As it stands, that answer stands as that post. I love questions about my aus. I just ask a bit of consideration on whether or not your ask comes off as simply throwing what-if scenarios at me without considering what I am at all doing with the au. It doesn't feel great.

I guess this post stands as a declaration of what Brothers' Starter is.

[ectoodle]

Hello! I wanted to ask what made you fall in love with bingqiu?

Hey there!

Ah hmm that's an interesting question, I've never thought about it actually. I like bingqiu a lot, but I never considered it as falling in love with the ship? They're a fun ship to play with and they have a wide range that's pretty flexible so I'm always in my comfort zone drawing them.

I suppose most of the art I draw for bingqiu are a love letter to them, though. And I think that's pretty telling of my brain rot for them 😂

I think the food the fandom cooked up really helped a lot. SV fic writers are on a whole other plane of existence when it comes to analyzing binghe's character and filling in on his journey of healing with sqq by his side. I'm the annoying type of audience that gets bored when the main couple gets together at the end...so when scum villain ended the way it did, mxtx may as well have german suplexed me on the concrete. scum villain is a story that subverts its tropes left and right and the ending was no exception! I love that bingqiu getting together at the end was not an automatic happily ever after, but rather, they still are putting in the work and effort to understand and stay in each other's lives. The glimpse of that path we get in the extras really did solidify my desire to see how bingqiu will continue to stay together--bingmei vs bingge extra was probably the finishing blow for me tho lmao. I couldn't stop thinking about what the heck happened to bingge after he left the sv world that I read a bunch of fics about him and needed to soothe the angst with sv bingqiu

on a side tangent, bingqiu parallels another of my all time ship, nozomizo from liz and the blue bird. mild spoilers if you haven't seen liz, but nozomizo had a similar codependent relationship that needed them both to grow apart as individuals in order to stay together. bingqiu separated unwillingly and binghe's growth as an individual was fueled by betrayal, despair, and that dying glimmer of hope that maybe, maybe shizun could accept him now that they're equals. but they don't. because binghe still hasn't emotionally grown to get past his temper tantrums (thanks xin mo) and sqq is still failing binghe by constantly misunderstanding him. but bingqiu still choose each other, choose to love and support each other, and they refuse to be separated again. whereas nozomizo was a healthy separation with a promise of reunion, bingqiu was fighting through the muddy trenches with a vague hope that the other is reaching out their hands too. i thought it was neat how differently both ships handled their codependency that still guarantees a happy ending, no matter how dirty and bruised they got along the way.

I also think sqq's compassionate narration in regards to binghe's suffering got to me lmao. He truly does care for binghe, and even if naysayers argue it's not romantic, it's undeniable that binghe is special to sqq. although not the best choices, most if not all of his choices were for binghe's best interest (thanks system). sqq had so much heart for binghe that it affected me through the screen too. binghe's abandonment issues and fake wet tears have captivated me. his gap moe as a chuuni emo demonic overlord and wife with a maidenly glass heart has bewitched me body and soul. i want luo binghe to be happy so badly!!

i think that's why bingqiu fascinates me. most of the bingqiu arts i draw are like slice of life vignettes, so without the meat and bones of fanfic diving into bingqiu's messiness, i would not have ascended to this level of brain rot for them...

[crescentfool]

i think loving things is a great thing!!! yay!!!! i just got hit with happy beams!! and you get happy beams too!!!

[loverboybrightsideghost]

it's always good to have a break. i don't know how non-music college compares, but music school is A Lot Of Work, constantly practicing, rehearsing, playing. lots of homework. there's also the mental and emotional aspect; being an artist you need to separate your art from your sense of self and self worth, and it's pretty difficult sometimes. not to mention, it is a competitive field, so there's always wondering about how you measure up to others, auditioning, if you'll even get the job or into the festival or whatever.

the past two semesters have been rough for me, even though i had a great summer in between, it was a lot of change (not just bc of first/second year of school) in a short amount of time and a lot of that change was bc i wanted it and it was on my shoulders to work to practice to prove i can do it. and i did! i can! i still have a long way to go, but i can do it. i often think or worry i don't deserve to be here, but it's reassuring to know that 1) lots of other people, even people i look up, feel that way too and 2) i AM here, so enough people who know what they're doing think i can do it, and who am i to argue?

however, to my original point, it is good to have a break. i love music, and i would not be doing this if i didn't. but i think i really burned myself out this semester, and as soon as i was on break, i stopped practicing at all for like a week and a half, and then after that i practiced only a bit at the end of the day just to play my instrument.

what i've been doing instead is sleeping in a lot, watching a lot of tv and reading lots of comics, and also just Reading and listening to music. i've also been drawing a lot.

it's good to take a break. i am a musician, and always will be, but i am also a person who likes to sleep and eat and who is obsessed with superman and likes hanging out with my friends.

[alaezasmystery235]

ᯓ★ 𝐇𝒐𝒘 𝐃𝒐 𝐌𝒆𝒏 𝐕𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝐘𝒐𝒖 ★ᯓ 2.5k special ❀

⋆·˚ ----- piles are 1 -> 2 -> 3 , pick one or two but mostly look for the one which you find attracted to or your intuition telling you to. Also do keep in mind it's solely based on how men view you so don't think it defines you as a person rather you r your own !!! YOU DO YOU !!! Also happy 2.5k to us ❀

𝒫��𝓁𝑒 1

Exquisite !!!

That's the very first thing I heard the moment I started channeling !!! They see you as a person who seems to radiate a special kind of charm that draws them in and leaves a lasting impression on them. I am hearing a phrase " they light up my dim heart with bright shining light " so your presence has a way of lighting up a room and lifting the spirits of those around you. Like I am hearing they love when your eyes sparkle seeing anything cute or beautiful , which brings me my attention to the fact there might be a lot of secret admirers or starers who actually notices you ... you knowing or not .

Simply put, you give men this feeling basking in the warm rays of the sun on a perfect summer day.

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𝒫𝒾𝓁𝑒 2

Dangerous yet soothing !!!

You have men listen to your words . The words you utter gets stuck inside their brain . It nags them from time to time ... like a superglue no matter how much you try it won't come out . Now this can be both positively or negatively... you could have broken some men's heart and they actually couldn't ever wipe off your memories and words ... so there's this lingering energy of them still mixed with you .

I am also getting your demeanor can put some men on edge , sending a subtle warning to be cautious in your presence like being near a volatile substance. Yet , for some your energy is also surprisingly soothing and comforting. You have a calming presence and a way of making one feel safe and secure . The contradiction between your threatening nature and soothing essence creates a paradoxical effect for men .

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𝒫𝒾𝓁𝑒 3

Boldy gracious..

okkk now this can be either your personality or looks .. I'm getting two different types of meaning ... 1 group for their personality and 2 group for their looks . To men you exude a presence that is simultaneously strong and gracious. You pull them in with your wit / you pit them in a trance with your beauty .

To them you have a commanding aura that demands attention and respect, yet comes across as humble and charming. For some men you confuses them . Because you r not rude ... it surprises them .. shouldn't you jave an attitude ??? They think like this .

Lastly they perceive you as someone who is not afraid to speak your mind and take charge, but also treat others with kindness and consideration.

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Do give feedbacks how it resonated and all in my Ask plz... thank u and take care ✨️.

[hitomisuzuya]

softdom Scara getting so much baby fever he breeds you nonstop to the point he's also a whimpering, lovesick, sweaty mess like bro I know he's definitely a top but I swear on my primogems that bastard whimpers when he has too many rounds I just want him to be stupidly in love and whimpering yknow ��

scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. breeding kink. multiple creampie. soft dom!scara. praise. some minor degradation.

happy thanksgiving, everyone! this came kinda just came out 😳 i'd bet all the primos i have saved for citlali that this man whimpers and cums hearing i love you.

earlier this morning, scaramouche happened to overhear one of his subordinates proudly announce that his wife was pregnant. and that flipped a switch in him.

a switch that ultimately left you breathless and drooling, twitching and whimpering in pleasure with scaramouche's cum seeping out of your abused hole. shaking and trembling, he started to pull out of you, letting out a soft whimper seeing his cum seeping from your pussy.

"three...three and you are still so tight," he groaned, resting his weight on you and stealing your lips up in a deep open mouth kiss that stole the very breath from your lungs. "your pussy was made for my cock. fuck, you are perfect," his teeth nipped at your lips. the harder he made you cum, the more fuel it added to the fire.

your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head feeling his cock stretch you apart again. the consistency with which scaramouche bullied his cock into your sweet spot long since brought on spontaneous orgasms.

"i love you. i fucking love you so much, do you know that?" he moaned, panting as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, pushing your knee up to your chest. "i'm gonna knock you up. i am going to marry you. just set the fucking date," he reached down to rub your throbbing clit, shivering as your body twitched in bliss.

"scara..scara," you moaned, your mind foggy. pleasure was nearly shattering your body. you reach your hand out to him, which he promptly took. intertwining his fingers with yours, drawing out his next few thrusts for extra stimulation on your sweet spot.

"that's right," he moaned shakily, squeezing your hand. "cling to me. fall apart for me," taking your other hand, he pinned your them down to the bed next to your head. "now, my wife. look at me with those pretty, pretty eyes and tell me how much you want me to cum inside you again," the better he felt fucking into you, the more to call you his wife.

your pussy clenched like a glove around his cock from his wonderfully excessive praise. squeezing his hands, you leaned up a little to steal a quick kiss. "cum inside of me, scara! i want you to so badly!" you plead, "let me give you children with your beautiful eyes and your scowl!"

scaramouche's cock pulsed, he almost couldn't believe how hard he still was after having emptied himself inside of you three times already. he didn't like losing. he was is a man on literal mission. he knock you up and lock you down.

"fuck, you are going to cum again, aren't you, slut?" he moaned, putting both hands above your head so he hold them down easily with one hand. he scrambled to find your clit again, tearing sweet mewls of pleasure from you as he pinched and rubbed your clit.

your body quaked, the pleasure of his cock scrapping and rubbing every sensitive pleasure you have in your pussy nearly made you limp.

your gasp of pleasure from the knot of your orgasm abruptly snapping apart sounded like heaven to him. having been deemed incapable and inadequate at birth, it is intoxicating for scaramouche to know that he, and his cock were capable of making you cum this hard.

"you need to be fucked fuller, you deserve it. i say so," he whimpered, squeezing your hands as his hips drove into yours. "my wife deserves it," he chuckled shakily seeing your watery eyes lit up. "you like how that sounds, don't you," he cooed, rolling his thumb around your clit in a way that made you see stars. "my pretty, pretty wife."

his words almost made you cum again, his relentless thrusts dragging out the pleasure of your orgasm. "inside, inside," you babbled, the deeper intimate connection of his fingers rubbing your knuckles while he fucked you sent you reeling. "you are the only one in the world for me. i love you," your words fell away in sobs of pleasure for a few moments. "i love you so much!"

hearing those sweet three words sent scaramouche's cock throbbing inside of you. his cheeks flushed hearing the whimper he could barely swallow. cum ribboned inside inside of you, mingling with yours in a squelching mess. "i don't know if it's going to be enough," panting, his hips slowed to a stop, but he didn't dare pull out of you.

"you can handle another, right?" he asked, making you look at him with your breathtakingly fucked out expression. he licked his lips, and shivered as you nodded.

[ultimate-shipper-blog]

I'll Send an SOS to Your Heart

-------

"Ok, I'm imagining things."

Steve is laying on his bed watching his lights flicker.

He plugged in one of those space projectors that's supposed to make your ceiling look like the night sky.

It's not weird that they're flickering, the light was a dollar at Melvads he wasn't expecting it to work long.

The weird part is that the stars keep making a heart shape.

He sees the heart flash a couple of times before he flips over and hides deeper into his pillow.

"No." He groans. "No more upside down shit."

If some upside-down monster was flirting with him he quits.

All the lights in his room surge to maximum brightness.

"Fuck off."

The lights draw a middle finger.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He jumps out of bed and points at the orbs.

It draws a winky face. (;P)

"Who are you?"

His blood runs cold. An upside down monster can't flirt with him. They don't know English. He has an idea but it can't be true.

They left him there. He's dead.

...isn't he?

'SOS' the lights read.

"Fuck." Tears spring to his eyes. "Eddie?"

'Hiya'

-----

He spends a while talking to Eddie.

It's tough.

It takes a while to write everything out and Steve is still trying not to hyperventilate or cry or pass out so it's taking a lot of energy to keep up the conversation.

'Sleep?'

"No."

'?'

"Nothing I'm just...not tired."

'Liar'

"WHAT! I'm not I just-"

'-_-'

"Fine."

':)'

"I'm scared."

'Me?'

"No, I'm scared this is a dream. That I fell asleep hours ago and I made you out of my guilty conscious. I just don't want to lose you...again."

'Back'

"Back?"

'Bring back'

"Bring...you back?"

'YES'

"You think we can bring you back?"

'Plan'

"Yes! I'll call everyone we can figure it out. Oh! We have El to help us this time! You're gonna love her Eds she's just like the kids you look out for and she's magic! I'll call them right-"

'NO'

"No?"

'tom- sleep now'

"I think this is a little more important than-"

'Sleep <3'

Steve looks over at the clock, 4 am.

Shit.

"Ok. I'm going to sleep. Will you...will you be here in the morning?"

'W STEVIE'

"Ok. Goodnight Eddie."

'GN <3'

----

The plan goes off without a hitch.

It takes them about two weeks to formulate and execute the plan.

Steve spends his days and nights talking to Eddie, keeping him updated. Keeping him in his life.

He speed runs a crisis or two when he realizes he wants to spend the remainder of his days speaking to Eddie.

He can't wait until he's here with him.

Alive.

-----

So it's more complicated than he thought.

Maybe there's a hoard or bats blocking them from Eddie.

Maybe Steve throws himself in front of the kids and fights off the creatures long enough for them to find Eddie and get him back home.

Maybe Steve bleeds a little too much and collapsed as soon as they reach the other side.

----

He wakes in the hospital to nine pairs of eyes staring at him.

They're all arguing with each other. Their voices low as if they're trying not to wake them.

He wants to talk he wants to reach out.

Eddie is standing by the door in a baseball cap and sunglasses as if he was trying to be inconspicuous.

As if Eddie could ever hide from Steve. Steve would find him anywhere he is.

God, he's here! He's in the room! All this time apart and he's so close!

"Mphahhpsh" he can't form words but it doesn't matter.

Everyone stops and Eddie's eyes meet his. His eyes look wet and he looks skinny and exhausted.

He's never looked more beautiful.

Eddie's eyes turn down into a determined glare. He pushes past everyone until he's inches away from Steve.

He takes a deep breath and then leans down and kisses him.

Flat on the mouth. In front of everyone.

The shocked noises are what pulls them apart.

"I'm so happy to see you, I really like you," Steve says.

"That's my line." Eddie smiles and kisses him again.

"Don't ever try to save me again I can't ever see you in a hospital again," Eddie presses their noses together.

"That's my line."

Eddie chuckles and pushes his nose into Steve's cheek. "Dork."

"Yes, yes, you're both terrible. Now what the fuck is happening."

They break apart to see the crews shocked faces. Mike's face is pale and Dustin is an interesting shade of red.

Robin is staring at him a little proud.

He sends a wink her way and pulls Eddie in closer.

They'll figure it all out later. They have time.

----

This started with once sentence in my brain and grew into three different plot points I put together in a rush. :P

Please comment I love to read em!

[luveline]

If you're taking request for Spencer and Bombshell!reader I think it would be so incredibly adorable if they were both on the way to a case (or coming back) and their little baby Amanda was face timing them to say hi to them and the team 🥺🥺

��Video call for you, momma,” Penelope says, plonking a laptop down onto the desk in front of you, and then quickly being called away by Emily for help.

You ditch your pen immediately, nail scratching the laptop trackpad as you slide the cursor to ACCEPT. 

Amanda’s face fills the screen, a shy smile like her dad’s close to the camera, her eyes almost cut off by the top of the screen. 

“Amy, babe, you’re too close to the computer! I can’t see your lovely face.” 

Amy sits back in her chair. “Is this okay?” 

You take her in. You trust your babysitter to take good care of her, but nothing is as reassuring as seeing her unhurt and smiling. “Hi, baby.” 

“Hi mommy,” she greets. “Where’s daddy?” 

“He’s in the bathroom. Be back any minute. Are you being a good girl for Mrs. Gamorrah? How’s your tummy?” 

“I’m being good,” she says, ignoring the important question, “did you see my t-shirt?” She brings her shirt closer to the camera. She’s wearing her favourite pyjamas with the butterflies she had for her birthday, “Look, Mrs. Gamorrah got the soup stain gone.” 

You beam at her. You miss her like crazy when you’re not there. You and Spencer take turns staying home most of the time, and so being apart from her and knowing she doesn’t have Spencer to soften your absence makes it easier to worry about her, and harder to concentrate on the work. 

The door opens. You twist your head. 

Spencer’s drying his hands on a paper towel. “Is that Amy?” 

“Quick, she wants to see you.” 

Spencer hurries to the laptop, bending at the waist to see the screen and his impatient daughter. 

“Amy!” he says, like she’s the only person he’s ever wanted to see, voice enthused with his most dad-appropriate saccharine. “Hi, bunny, hi, hello. I miss you so much, are you okay? I miss you.” 

You tap his leg gently. Calm down. 

“Daddy, I am so happy, and I miss you too! We’re doing pictures.” She holds up a sheet of paper covered in crayon drawings. “Are you okay too?” 

“I’m great now I’m seeing you. I really miss you, sweetheart, I’m sorry we’re both away at work.” 

“It’s okay. Me and Mrs. Gamorrah are gonna have pizza and jiffy pop and soda tonight. It would be good with you, but it’s still fun.” 

“That’s good,” you say, putting your hand on the keys, wishing you could feel her soft arm in your hand, stroke her silken forehead. “We’re gonna be home soon. Maybe even tomorrow.” 

Spencer wraps his arm behind your shoulder. “Me and mom miss you so so much, and we’re so proud of you being a good girl at home. We’re gonna bring you a big present for being by yourself.” 

“I’m not by myself, dad, I have Mrs. Gamorrah. Plus, Uncle Morgan said he wants to take me and Hank swimming on Sunday.” 

“I’m sure we’ll be home before Sunday.” You smother your frown. Spencer kisses your cheek. 

“Give one for me, dad!” 

Spencer kisses you again. “That one good enough?” he asks. 

“Another one!” 

When you get home, you’re gonna spoil the death out of her. Like, worse than you’ve ever spoiled her before. Spencer presses another great kiss to your cheek and smushes your faces together, Amy on the screen reaching for you both for a ghost hug. “I wanted to say hi before we go to the store. Can I call you again before bed?” 

“Yeah, baby, call again!” You rush to answer. “Call daddy’s phone, okay? Mine’s not working right. I’ll answer you, we’ll talk all about your day. Okay? I miss you very much.” 

“I miss you too. Bye bye.” 

“Okay, bye bye,” you say, “I love you.” 

“Love you, Amanda,” Spencer says. 

She waves her little hand until it looks like it might fall off of her wrist. Spencer waves back just as hard.