#this is tumblr why am i worried about cringe

[pomribs]

♡ abigail hobbs ♡

today (august 6th) is kacey rhols birthday, which in my head means its also abigail hobbs' birthday and ive been thinking about her all day today so everyone say happy birthday abi!! (making images/moodboards is not my niche at all i just wanted to do this for her i hope its not really goofy looking)

[sparklecur]

heehee hoo i love anxiety i love being anxious over people not reblogging my stuff

[oc-ology]

How to get past the fear of OC posting

People should create for the sake of creating but people post to engage with the community. However, posting can be intimidating and anxiety-inducing for a lot of people. It’s easy to say “do it scared” but much harder to put into practice. So, I’ve put together a few steps that lead up to doing it scared. These won’t work for everyone and this is meant more as general advice.

Step One: Why are you scared?

The first step is to figure out what about posting is scary for you. Oftentimes, it’s not as simple as “what if my post flops” or “what if people think I’m cringe”. Once you’ve figured out the surface-level reason, dig a little deeper. If your post flops, does that lead to you doubting the worth of what you’re creating? If you’re worried about what people think, is that because you’ve experienced judgement before or are worried your inbox will be flooded with criticism?

Identifying why you’re scared will not only help you understand yourself better (yippee!) but you can also then work on the source of your fears and anxieties at your own pace.

Step Two: Find ways to lessen your fears

One way of working through anxiety online is to find ways to mitigate the specific source of your fear.

Some fears have easier solutions than others. If you’re worried about people criticising your work, you can turn off anonymous asks (as most people are less likely to be haters when there’s a name attached to it) or turn asks off entirely, as well as limiting replies to those who have been following for a week. This way, if someone does want to be an unpleasant individual, it’s a little harder for them to do so.

A lack of engagement is a little harder to remedy. Here, the only real solution is to try and divorce the idea that engagement = worth. Remember why you’re creating an OC. Because it’s fun! It’s an act of creation! Because you want to find a community…? A community or OC friends will never just drop into your lap. You need to seek them out yourself. Look into discord servers, forums, tumblr networks (are they still a thing?), fandom events and exchanges, and most importantly: go out of your way to send asks/questions to others and build friendships with them! If you’ve got social anxiety like me, this is going to be a big challenge. Which leads to the next step…

Step Three: Start small

It doesn’t matter how small your first step is - so long as that step is forwards! If you’re nervous about OC posting, find the smallest thing about them and post it with the expectation of getting no notes. That’s right, I want you to go in and expect it to flop. Anything over one note is an automatic win. This first post isn’t about engagement - it’s about getting over the initial fear of posting. 

It can be tempting to just go right out the gate with elaborate explanations of backstory, lore implications, power levels, everything. But the trick really is to start small. Most people scrolling tumblr aren’t going to read a few thousand words on something they’re not invested in yet. TL;DR is a curse that I’m sure we’ve all fallen victim to. 

Instead, break up information about your OC into small pieces that can be posted one by one and have some kind of visual piece with it. People are usually more drawn to images than text. For example, which of these two things are more visually interesting?

What Perseus keeps in his bag:

Amulet

Tinderbox

A broken blade

50ft of hempen rope

25gp of silver powder

Waterskin

Rations (cheese, bread, sausage)

OR

Obviously this comes down to personal preference but a lot of people would find the illustrated version to be more interesting. You don’t need to be an artist to do this either! You could make a version of that example in photoshop or a similar program. Picrews, moodboards, edits, game screenshots and photography can all be used to add a visual element to your posts.

Step Four: Why am I still scared?

Fear is not easily stamped out. Anxiety is definitely the kind of thing that lingers. These steps aren’t meant to immediately make OC posting not-scary. That’s something that will only come with time as you get used to it. Again: Do it. Do it scared. Gradually, it’ll be less terrifying and in the meantime, you might be able to make a few friends who also want to talk about your blorbo.

[knotst3r1l3]

OK FCUCK HERE.IT IS THE THING THE THING HERE'S THE FTHING..F DAVID. Dave,.......... so sad i cant ,,,,,, in tags btw....

curse these wretched organs vro what the Fuck man !!!!!!!

[shieldofiron]

Vibe Check

Part 13: No Sleep Til Hawkins

Part 13, Also on Ao3 here and tumblr here

Billy gives up on sleep around 3 am. He’s pretty sure his will to pretend he’s asleep tires out just about the same time as Munson’s girlfriend because it’s silent for once.

He rolls on his side, watching Steve sleep. Steve had babbled nervously right up to the point of sleep and past it, his nonsense mumbles finally petering out.

He knows Steve is nervous, but for fuck’s sake, so is he. At least Steve isn’t dealing with heartbreak on top of that.

Billy sits up and rubs his eyes, conceding defeat. There’s no way he’s going to get any sleep, so he might as well be productive.

He slides out of bed and grabs his backpack before quietly slipping out. It’s not really due for a few days but he has an American Lit paper and it beats lying there in the dark ignoring screams and counting all the tiny fractures in his heart.

The house is quiet. Some of the brothers haven’t even come home from the parties. Billy is hoping when they do they’ll all head up to bed and ignore him in the lounge.

He doesn’t want to see anybody when it feels like he’s lived several lives since this morning. At this point he’s just feral, hardly human. It hurts, the ache in his chest. At the same time though, there’s such a bittersweet relief. Steve knows, and what’s more, Billy wasn’t crazy. They do have chemistry, even if Steve can’t see it.

But he can’t keep turning it around in his head, especially while he’s still tipsy. He has to get out of this headspace.

On the way to the lounge he decides to swing by the kitchens for a snack and maybe a gatorade. The cooks are seasoned frat professionals and they tend to have at least a few things prepared Saturday night in advance. Sometimes it’s overly healthy, but that works for him.

Billy flips on the light and nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees what looks like a black cloaked figure. Christ, maybe he’s dreaming.

The figure turns from where it’s hunched over a bowl of bananas, mouth full.

“Christ, Munson,” Billy drops his backpack and covers his face with his hands. “I thought you were the fuckin’ hat man.”

Munson smiles around his banana, “So’ry.”

Billy lets his shoulders fall, “No worries. Though I wish you would actually lay off the potassium. Christ, my ears would thank you for a cramp some nights.”

“Why?”

“Because, man… we gotta sleep sometimes,” Billy rolls his eyes and flops down in the seat next to Munson’s.

Eddie turns beet red. “You… can hear us?”

Billy remembers too late that he and Steve had more or less agreed to not talk about Munson’s girlfriend. Argyle had been weirdly adamant about leaving him be. ‘Don’t rush the dude, that’s just not your business,’ were Argyle’s exact words.

“Whoops,” Billy cringes a bit. “But… I mean come on, man. Your girlfriend screams like she’s getting murdered. And it’s almost every night. Of course we noticed.”

Munson lets out a noise like a rat caught in a trap and hunches into the collar of his fluffy black robe. He looks chalky pale, like he got caught by a cop.

“And I mean, hey, good on you, dude. Like I’m pretty sure you’re having the kind of sex only lesbians have.” Then Billy remembers Carver and nervousness creeps in. “Not that… jeez, not in like a gross homophobic way.”

“Lesbians?” Munsons squeezes the remaining banana in his hands into a pulp.

“Christ.” Billy gives up and sags against the counter. “It’s been a really weird night, man. I just… I was just trying to make a joke about your girlfriend. Nothing weird.”

Munson blinks with those big brown doe eyes. “My girlfriend?”

“Yeah, but I really meant no offense by it, I swear.” Billy held up his hands.

Munson stares at him a beat, and then he lets out the tiniest nervous giggle. “Girlfriend.”

Then he full on laughs, throwing his head back.

“Oh, or… not girlfriend?” Billy frowns. “I guess.”

Munson still laughs, harder and more full bodied.

“Well now this is just mean, Munson. If this is how you treat a lady, I’ll go up there and steal her for myself.” Billy licks his lower lip.

Munson’s hand shoots out and he grabs Billy, smearing bananas all over Billy’s arm. “Do. Not.”

Billy winces, yanking his arm away, and reaches for a paper towel to wipe his hand off.

“She’s like… really classy.” Munson says sheepishly. “She’d be mortified you heard her in my room. Please don’t.”

“I wasn’t really gonna wake a chick up who you left in bed.” Billy rolls his eyes. “What kind of guy do you take me for?”

Munson shrugs. “Same kind as me, that’s why I don’t want you to piss her off. I’m serious.”

Billy tosses the slimy paper towel on the counter and crosses his arms. “So she’s classy. What is she? Tri Delt?”

Munson sighs. “No.”

“Zeta?”

“No!”

“Don’t tell me she’s one of your theater friends?” Billy frowns.

“Hargrove, stop.”

“Does Eden know her? I bet she-”

Munson grabs at him again, looking wild. “Hargrove, listen. Don’t talk to anyone about this, ok?” She’s like… not that kind of girl. She’s classy, ok? Rich and like… going places. She doesn’t want this. You haven’t told anyone already, have you?”

“No. I mean, Steve knows, obviously. And honestly I would ask Patrick and Matt across the hall. I assume Carver.” Billy shrugs with one shoulder. “Argyle told us to, like, protect your privacy or whatever?”

Eddie just nodded vaguely, looking only marginally less unhinged. His hair was mussed, and there was a rapidly developing hickey high on his chest.

“What’s with all the secrecy, anyway?” Billy gasped, and then grinned, “Is she a professor?”

“No, Jesus. She’s just… way the fuck out of my league. Like stratospherically out of my league.” Munson shakes his head and lets go of Billy’s shoulder.

“How stratospheric?”

“Super stratospheric. Like… Buzz Aldrin couldn’t land her.”

Billy whistled. “I have to know.”

Munson sighs. “Look, I’m eating bananas at 3 am. I’m a fucking loser. She’s sleeping to get to her 8 am and she has like a 4.5 GPA and her parents paid for a room in the library or something like that. I can’t talk about it because I’m just… a pressure reliever.”

Billy raises his brows.

Munson doesn’t miss the implication. “Yeah pretty much. I guess I just have slightly more functions than a vibrator.”

Billy grabs a banana for himself, because all the banana talk was making him hungry. “But you’ve been going on like a year now.”

“Ten months, two and a half weeks, three days and well… three hours.”

Billy tries to raise his brows even more but he doesn’t have any room.

Munson leans against the counter and rubs the back of his neck. “Being in l-love with her is one of my many functions.”

Billy almost feels like he could cry. Which is stupid. It’s silly. “That’s sad as fuck, dude.”

Munson sighs, slumping a little more. “Yeah, but what are you gonna do?”

“I dunno what you’re gonna do. I’m gonna sympathize.” Billy says.

“You too?”

“Yeah. At least you’re actually fucking your girl.” Billy mutters.

Eddie shakes his head, hair flopping. “Yeah. Been there too, big time.”

Billy peels his banana, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Same girl, too,” Munson says with a sad little flop of his bangs. “Got me wrapped around my finger since… God. Forever.”

Billy shook his head. “Damn. You, me, and Carver gotta go out sometime.”

“C-Carver?”

Billy nods. “Yeah. He was just telling me about his dating troubles. I’m sure you’ve heard at least some of it.”

“Oh. Right.” Munson nods back almost absently, looking kind of pale again.

“But, hey. You’re fucking your dream girl!” Billy pats Munson’s shoulder uncertainly. “Bring her a banana! Woo her ass, I dunno. She’s gotta be into you at least a little.”

“You think?” Munson looks so innocent like Billy hasn’t heard him do the least classy things ever to his classy girl.

“Your one year anniversary is coming up? I dunno. Don’t take advice from me, I don’t notice anything, apparently.” Billy sighs, leaning forward on his elbows and taking a bite. “It’s been a really weird fuckin’ night, so seriously don’t take my advice.”

Eddie nods slightly, frowning in confusion.

Billy wants to burst into tears or something like that. He thought telling Steve would just end the world, and now the world is apparently still spinning. Munson’s in tragic love too.

Coming out once doesn’t make coming out again any easier. So he resists the impulse to dump the whole sordid tale on Munson, even if he kind of wants to. Because Steve just came out. Billy can’t ruin this time with his own stupid hopeless feelings.

So instead he takes another bite and gets up to grab a gatorade from the fridge, shoving it into the pocket of his sweat shorts.

“Sorry, man, I’m tired. Just rambling. If you ever want to talk about your girl, I’m here for ya, ok?” Billy says.

“Thanks. Uh… you too. You know, if you ever…” Munson peters out, gesturing weakly.

Billy cackles and it comes out way too forced, but he commits to it anyway. “Well, you know me. I have 99 bitches but not one’s a problem.”

Eddie laughs a little, toying with the messy banana peel nervously.

Billy pats Munson on the shoulder and walks back to his room without a second thought, fully leaving his backpack behind. He was supposed to go downstairs.

But Steve is asleep so peacefully. Billy stands at the door and just stares. Steve always sleeps splayed out like a starfish, one of his feet dangling over the side of the bed. Tonight he has his mouth open, drooling slightly.

Billy has kissed that mouth. He wishes he could go back in time and slow that moment down forever.

Steve was still the worst person to fall in love with, the most unforgivable. And now it would be even harder because Steve had said it so strongly tonight. They would only ever be friends.

Billy wants so badly for anything to be different. He wishes suddenly he’d gone to any other school, anywhere else on earth. He wants to be in Eddie’s place because surely it would be better to be something than nothing at all.

Or is this better. Maybe now he can finally accept-

“B’lly?” Steve still has his eyes closed. “Close th’ door.”

Billy freezes for a moment, before shutting the door gently, plunging the room back into semi-darkness.

By the light of the streetlamp outside and the Frat’s shitty old alarm clock, he can just make out Steve scooting over and raising the blankets on his bed.

“C’mon,” He says.

Billy thinks of what Munson said as he crawls in next to Steve. He tosses the gatorade across the room and settles next to that warm body he knows all too well. Steve pulls up the fuzzy blanket that his mom bought him for Hanukkah last year, the one that smells like weed and Steve. The bed feels scorching hot, and Steve’s long limbs immediately lash around Billy, holding him with the perfect tightness. Steve presses his chest to Billy’s back and sighs, his minty-beer breath brushing the back of Billy’s neck. Billy’s skin prickles everywhere they touch, with almost the same sting as embarrassment.

That this is just one of his many functions. That in some ways he should let go, but he was meant to love Steve like this. Maybe he couldn’t have helped it.

Steve hums. “Promise. N’thing will change, right? We won’t be weird?”

Billy feels like he’s shattered, held together by Steve’s limbs, squeezing tight.

“Yeah,” He says, ignoring the tears that get squeezed free.

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 173 spoilers and thoughts but it's mostly just me getting tonal whiplash but not in a bad way i actually like this and more below the cut

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sorry i keep doing this (i.e. yelling about the very last panel of the ep instead of going chronologically) but i wanted to show this last panel first,,, idk how many alilloyd fans there are on tged-tumblr (tgedblr?) but i believe they'll be very happy about this panel and probably the next ep or so LOL

she's there for him again YAYYY YAYYYY but also what how did she get here WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?? HELP??

hopefully whatever happens after this will help alicia and lloyds relationship feel more balanced (rn its like fine but it definitely doesnt carry the same weight as llovier to me, simply bc we dont really see alicia and lloyd relying on each other in the same way javier and lloyd do - idk how else to put this but the "power balance" in their relationship feels different than lloviers if that makes sense, bc so often lloyd is doing things for alicia and that's just It yknow?)

anyway back to the top! we've got some really really nice panels of lloyd i just really like these in general,,, i like when he looks determined and serious and focused,,, it is cute

also explicitly mentioning this while also showing alicia IN the unfrozen time bubble with lloyd DOES make me worry a lil bit,,, what if smth happens,,, does fate still affect them when Most of the time across the world is frozen?? im scared,,, but also excited for more alicia lloyd scenes i can explain why in a bit,,, but also scared,,,

tyrant alicia looks cool as ever tho holy shit im VERY glad that the artist gave her a full set of armor and everything, so often we see fantasy stylized women's armor that really doesn't protect anything at all but alicia's armor is really nice and clean i like it,,,

also another panel of lloyd being cringe and javier being embarrassed,,, they're so stupid i love them . LET LLOYD BE CRINGE LET HIM BE FREE

this bit w artanis and the family was also super duper cute,,, little sillies,,, like treats,,,

seems like everyone will be safe for the time that they are frozen,,, thats good!!! at least i hope i am understanding this correctly

also thinking a LOT about these two panels bc,,, not only bc i really like how he looks in the second panel here, but also,,, well as i was reading this i hadnt realized that lloyd would be going off by HIMSELF to the mountains,,, i thought javier would go with him (bc he always does,,,)

i talked abt this when i reacted on twitter but like. javier asks if he's going by himself and lloyd goes "yeah it's fine" and javier doesn't question it, we don't see him objecting or anything,,, bc of course, lloyd will stay safe. that's what he says, so that's what'll be true. javier is also perfectly aware that lloyd can't be harmed by monsters, he's a sword master and has his singing. so the knight lets him go, bc this is a lloyd with a plan, and javier trusts his lord. but also it seems like javier doesnt really realize what exactly it is that lloyd is subjecting himself too. idk if he realizes that every time lloyd freezes time THATS whats freezing his heart; all the knight knows is that lloyd is dying, but the engineer has a solution so surely it's okay (it's not, lloyd is DYING IN THE COLD). jesus fuck

like i imagine if javier realized what exactly it is thats causing lloyd to Die is the exact stuff he's doing to stop fate and save everyone, he'd object immediately and try to find something else,,, but lloyd you fucking MARTYR u dont even say anything abt it and u GO OFF ALONE IN THE COLD WHAT ARE DOING WHAT ARE YOU COOKING. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!! MARTYRS ALL OF YOU!!!

also lloyd saying he's happy god fucking dammit. he has a goal and he's close to achieving it and all his loved ones are safe,,, that's probably the best feeling in the world to him that's the reason why he does like everything,,, it's just to protect what he cares about,,, this tiny lil smile i am going to shake him in a box

"lucky! this is perfect" AS HE'S DYING LLOYD YOU. YOUUUU YOU OYUU SHAKES YOU STOPP IT YOU FUCKING M. MARTYR!!!!

why is he like this. well okay i know why but like what the FUCK. i am pelting ten billion stones at him. risking his damn life AGAIN to protect everyone. leaving javier at the estate and not telling him what the deal is so that javier can be protected too bc thats where artanis is,,, all his loved ones in one place to keep them safe I HATE IT HERE /j

DOUBLY LOSING IT AT HIS FIRST THOUGHT, THE MOMENT HE GETS IN TROUBLE, IS TO CALL FOR JAVIER. I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD TO THAT I JUST THINK THAT SAYS SO MUCH ABT THEIR RELATIONSHIP

"ah, im dying! the first thing i think is not how to solve this myself, nor is it of my parents or of my skills, but of my longtime companion who has always been there for me and thus will help me when i call for him! and i think of him immediately!" points accusatory finger LLOVIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay i was gonna end the post there but i scrolled back up to review and realized i forgot to actually explain why i am excited for more alicia lloyd scenes so that's gonna go here now i guess LMFAOO

i really really hope that alicia and lloyd have a closer, more quiet moment to talk about their respective lives and history with losing loved ones and feeling isolated as a result. i WAS gonna talk abt that in a dedicated alicia post but i guess itll make a cameo here too lol

bc if u think abt it, suho and alicia both went through very very devastating losses. they both lost the lives of the people who cared for them most, and in very very tragic ways (suho's parents committed, and alicia's parents were slaughtered / alicia's brothers put her in a 'kill or be killed' situation). it's really unfortunate, it's life-altering, and it follows you,,, and then the isolation that comes after that makes it all even worse.

of course, we see suho very explicitly going through throes of isolation through endless work, endless school, and the sheer struggle to just survive to the next day by himself, with no family to support him. obviously, we don't see alicia explicitly having this experience, but i think it'd be reasonable to believe that after the death of her family,,, it was just her. she lost her parents and her brothers, and now she's the only one with the magentano name, and you can't exactly have an empty mantle now can you?

she probably didn't really have anyone to talk to about this. probably just a bunch of old coots on that board of nobles, who have to help her with this "being queen" thing, u cant exactly talk abt ur trauma to people who are technically working for u, who care more abt their status in the kingdom than anything else. and at such a young age, too... like yeah she's surrounded by people technically, but how many people around her actually care for HER, and not for her new status as crown princess? and then as queen? like no wonder tyrant alicia comes to be because of a betrayal from kyle, no wonder she's worried abt letting lloyd into her heart. she's probably been worried about betrayal from a loved one all her life bc of what her brothers did,,, that must be so isolating, and lonely.

so yes, i think alicia probably went through a long bout of isolation, too. and i think alicia and lloyd should Talk about it and have a heart to heart and go "jesus fuck we went through it,,, but we have found people we can rely on. and isn't that wonderful,,," and then alilloyd will have a wonderful leg to stand on yay

i WOULD go on longer about alicia in this rant but i wanted to save it for the post i was planning,,, i couldn't help myself this time though, bc it seemed relevant LOL

anyway i'll see u guys next week,,,!!! very curious to see where things go from here,,, pantara arc pulling shenanigans left and right!!!

[septemberzacademia]

How to get started with academic blogging and why it is worth it

Well, I have recently started blogging or trying my hand at blogging on Tumblr. I guess that makes me the best person to talk about this because I literally just started, haha.

Why did I start blogging?

I have always enjoyed writing, but I used to write in my journals, for my assignments and on my secret blog-- I loved it. I have been doing this since I was in the 7th grade. But as I came to college, my indulgence in writing and blogging decreased because so much happened in my life. I moved to a new city, met new people, studied something I never learned before, and the university experience was nothing less than crazy. But with time, I realised I was losing this dialogue with myself. I did lose it. But I made the decision to find it again. And here I am.

The second thing I did was pick my niche. Even though I am journalling as much as I can, I am blogging occasionally on my private blog, but this place is something I want to do every day. The only thing other than breathing, eating, and existing that I did every day or most days was indulging in Academics.

Then, I thought about my intentions with it and what kind of content I wanted to produce. I thought about it a lot. I realised I wanted to start with something basic out there, but I am giving that information along with my experience and comprehension-- I liked the idea. Because as a perfectionist and an academic, I love complex topics and sounding intelligent and sound. But when you start with something new, GO BACK TO THE BASICS. I would instead learn the basics, finish my cringe era and move on to the authentic me era rather than be stuck as someone who just thinks and never executes. You know what I mean, right?

So, this post is me committing to my promise. It is about me, and it is about you-- I want to help. As a future professor, I want to be able to provide information and resources to people. So this is where I start from.

Why start an academic blog?

Writing and researching academic topics and tools will help you develop your knowledge, improve your articulation skills, and increase your understanding of the topic.

The more you write. The better you will get. It will also help you with your essays, thesis, papers, etc.

We live in a world of social media and chronically online people—having a presence is necessary. This presence will help you showcase your skills to the admission committee.

You'll be helping people struggling with what you wrote about. Spread love and knowledge!

If you are looking for a community to rely on, you'll be able to connect with like-minded people.

Also, for people who struggle with discipline, just like me, you'll develop some and learn consistency as well-- and once you see the results (of you getting better), you'll try harder. Love this for us.

How to get started? (I'll try to keep it simple so the process does not overwhelm us. I got you, girls.)

Choose a platform. Like I chose Tumblr (and will later move to WordPress or Instagram)

As I mentioned before, pick a niche-- you can change it later, so don't worry. Pick something simple.

Create the first post on something simple, like "How to get started with academic blogging and why it is worth it". Just post something. Just do it. Don't overthink.

Regularly post—sometimes the posts are two lines long and over 1000 words. Just let the creative juices flow. Beginning a blog is about getting comfortable with the platform and learning about your likes and dislikes. So chill, breathe in, and breathe out. We got this—and POST!

Also interact with other accounts and people in the community, which I haven't been able to do myself. T.T. I am working on my applications, which are due this month, and then I'll be working on this.

And that's it. It was so fun to write this post. I am thankful for tons of YouTube videos I saw back in the day and chatGPT as well. And my sexy brain and my readers.

I hope everyone has a great day or night! <3

[impala-dreamer]

Yes, it’s that time again. As an oversized turkey thaws in your fridge and Mariah Carey starts doing her vocal warm ups, it’s time to think about gifting something special to those you love.

Why not give the fanfic lover in your life a custom written fanfiction designed and starring Them?!

Imagine the joy on your bestie’s face as they read about riding in the Impala with Dean and singing along to their favorite song! The magical feeling they’ll get when Bucky rescues them and his prickly exterior softens at their touch… Or hell- get one for yourself and read the story you’ve always dreamed about but couldn’t find ;)

So many possibilities and stories to tell!

Read on for more info and please, reblog to spread the word. 💖

How does it work?

You send me a message and we discuss what type of story you’d like. If I think I can do it properly for you- it’s a go!

You provide details about the character (you, someone else, multiples). Stories can be OFC, Actual People, or Reader Insert.

You leave me alone for a few days and when I return, you’ll get a PDF file of your fic (including custom art) emailed right to you ready for gifting! (gift wrap not included)

What fandoms are you writing for lately?

Any fandom can be negotiated provided I am familiar with it and feel like I would do the details justice. Ex: I’ve watched football, but I’m not gonna write a great football story bc I just don’t get it. ;)

Fandoms I am currently comfy with:

Supernatural, Supernatural RPF (Mostly all ships!)

The Boys, The Boys RPF

The Walking Dead, TWD RPF

Marvel (Cap, Bucky, Thor, Wanda, Sam), Marvel RPF (Evans & Stan)

Criminal Minds

The Hunger Games

The Magicians (Ships too!)

Random RPF Actors/Singers

What Kind of Story Can You Do?

Anything. No, wait. I’m afraid you don’t believe me. I mean… ANY T H I N G. You want hardcore smut that borders on problematic? I’m in. You want the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed and would make Hallmark movies cringe? I got you. Angst? Dark stuff? General? Literally Anything you want. I only have one or two things I’m not comfortable with but that can all be discussed in private, and honestly, after almost 10 years doing this, no one’s ever come close to asking for them so you’re 1000% good to ask for whatever.

What’s the bottom line here?

Well, your story, which will be anywhere from 1,000 - 20,000 words depending on how wordy I get, will be a flat rate of $25. This includes my full attention to your story from start to finish, accompanying art, specific detail inclusion, and an emailed PDF file that you can print out or delete, or whatever you want. It’s yours.

I do not write for word counts, only the story. If your complete story can be told in 1k words, that’s great. If it takes another 40,000 and we end up with a novel, that’s great for you and I won’t charge you any more for it! I’m more worried about giving you the best story I can than worrying about word counts.

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[aleksanderscult]

My unpopular opinion for today? The Darkling was terrible at manipulating people

And that mostly comes from the author's incompetence on the matter.

Back in 2016-2017 on Tumblr she was asked which SoC character finds difficult to write and she replied "Kaz. Because he's clever and cunning".

So for her, writing manipulative characters is difficult and actually explains the reason why the Darkling's "efforts" seemed comedic in S&B.

I still remember how posts from 2020-2021 expressed bafflement about where did the Darkling actually manipulated Alina in S&B.

His first, full conversation with her? He lied to her three times and tried to figure her out. What her views are, what does she know about him, has her judgement been clouded by other people's opinions of him, how she feels about her supposed destiny. Apparently she failed in each one of them and the Darkling decided to withhold information since he didn't find her trustworthy. It was too early and she was too immature.

I've written about this scene here but I MUST put this reblog here as well because it's ✨gold✨

So for anyone who believes he should tell her the truth from the very beginning uhh....have you ever been to a job with a hierarchy?

(You can also read a very good meta about their first conversation here from @theweeklydiscourse)

His additional conversations with her? They lasted only ten minutes (maximum) and he mostly tried to soothe her fears and assure her that since she'll have the Stag she won't have to worry about the strength of her power. So, me, the reader, am I supposed to think "That walk that he took with her and lasted for five minutes was so suspicious"?. Ahh...ok.

That first kiss? Boy wasn't it awkward.

It was like I watched two high school kids being kissed for the first time💀

I'm sorry but if that was manipulating then he didn't succeed at making the reader say "Now that seems shady" but wonder "What the fuck was that?". The same thing Alina wondered apparently.

If he wanted to manipulate Alina, why didn't he stay longer with her? Why didn't he spend more time with her? The guy was missing for days from the Little Palace doing his duties and even Alina said that she didn't see him much. So where was the manipulation?

To the first, awkward kiss where he lost control for the first time?

To their Winter fete make out where he almost lost his pants?

(Homeboy couldn't even control his own feelings apparently)

Leigh describes him as "manipulative" but we have no context.

So basically it's like "Source? Trust me bro".

We only have a couple of characters accuse him of manipulation but no scenes to base the argument.

His attempts, in comparison to other truly manipulating characters in fiction (like Varys, Tom Riddle, Petyr Baelish, Tyrion Lannister, the Joker), seem honestly pathetic.

When the author doesn't know how to write such things then her "manipulative" characters and their attempts seem cartoonish, cringe and childish. There's no real danger to make the reader feel like there's something wrong. His scenes with her in the Little Palace only included attempts from his part to calm down her worries and their kisses only made the reader say "Oh he fell for her!" (Which is kind of funny because this is exactly what happened).

The only instance where he was manipulative and good at it was at the orphanage scene where he lied about the Grisha children and his plans with them in order to draw Alina out.

Besides that? Nada.

And it's actually strange to me when people call him "so manipulating" and it makes me think "Have you truly not read other manipulative characters from other authors to compare?"

Because, personally, I have and the Darkling seems like an idiot in comparison.

And this is not me trying to water down the Darkling but say how Leigh Bardugo is so incompetent in writing manipulative characters and try to present him as a "master" of it.

Because he was not.

(P.S. the fact that Leigh once said "I don't want my bad guys to carry a label saying "I'm evil" because I think the real bad guys are much more tactful in their attempts" is actually laughable considering how she gave her bad guy a label when she called him "the Darkling", gave him black clothes and a fearful reputation from the very first chapter. That man really didn't stand a chance from the beginning lmao)

[bonedo-enthusiast]

coming out to bnd 𐂐◯𓇋

A/N: my first ever actual tumblr post! (AHH) i’m still learning about how to use tumblr and whatnot but… i had this thought one day and figured maybe i should post it. hope you guys like it. (also btw lowercase is intended!) :)

tws: none(?), mention of homophobia/transphobia but only in passing

genre(s): fluff, comfort

wc: 723

sungho

“oh, really?”

surprised but tries not to be too surprised because he doesn’t want to make you feel weird

will take your secret to his grave if need be

probably won't ask you many questions because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

assures you that this won't change anything about your friendship

he might be a little awkward though, unsure of how to segue into a different subject

if you came out as trans, it would definitely take several months for him to be able to switch to your new name and pronouns

not out of malice, but because he knew you for so long as (insert deadname)

he would cringe every time he slips up, quickly apologizing and moving right along

riwoo

"oh... thanks for telling me."

similarly to sungho, he's surprised

but he's definitely more awkward about it

like to the point you wonder if he's homophobic/transphobic

but he just has so many thoughts and questions swirling around in his head

like how long have you known? what does this mean? does this change anything about your friendship? (no, of course not!)

once he pushes those thoughts aside, he smiles at you tells you he's glad you told him

now you both are closer than ever! <3

no but i feel like whenever riwoo would mess up your pronouns, he'd apologize profusely

like to the point where it's very awkward...

but he's trying his best! :,)

jaehyun

"oh word?"

no but something in me tells me jaehyun would get excited (?)

(like this man may or may not have taken a "am i gay test" in high school kind of vibes)

"whaaaat?!"

if you came out as trans, he would definitely insist on buying necessary supplies for you, especially if your birthday is around the corner :D

he's super sweet and supportive, immediately asking you what your new name/pronouns are

"ooh, that's such a cool name!"

and if you came out with your sexuality, he would always consider this when talking about attractive people

like pointing out cute people you'd potentially be attracted to with your newly revealed sexuality

might even try setting you up with them lol

taesan

"okay... and? took you long enough."

bro already knew 😭

taesan strikes me as a very observant person, so i feel like he'd already have some idea

maybe he'd even start viewing you as the gender you transition to, before you even tell him

(he's psychic! /j)

in his mind, that's who you are and who you always have been! <3

as a result, he would have no issues with getting your pronouns/name right

as for sexuality, he really doesn't care (respectfully)

"cool."

like. so nonchalant.

leehan

"oh? tell me more."

i feel like he'd be very curious about your identity (if you're comfortable telling him about it of course!)

he's a big listener and likes learning about things, so he would be very good to talk to about these things

and actually, i could even see him doing some research to try and learn more about his friend and understand them better :)

i see him as the kind of person you'd come out to first, just because he's so understanding

like you could come to him with your fears and worries about your realized identity and he'd just be so so sweet :(

"you're still the same person, and you're still my friend. you are never alone. it's okay, we can figure this out together."

PLS 😭💗

woonhak

"huh... so what does that mean exactly?"

i'm not sure he would understand anything beyond the basic terms most people know (like gay, lesbian, trans)

so if you were to come out to him as, say, nonbinary, he might need some explaining about what exactly that means

but regardless, he'll just smile and nod

but still be confused because why are you telling him this??

he wonders if he's supposed to do something with this information, or just listen

i can so picture him trying hard to pay attention to what you're saying while at the same time trying to figure this stuff out in his head lol

but once he's past this internal debate, he's so sweet

messes up your pronouns/ name quite a bit at first though

"yeah, me and (insert deadname)-- i mean, wait! sorry, (insert chosen name)..."

[silvervrost]

Lunter fanfiction short stories challenge. Or maybe just a title. I found this art and it needs short stories. After Hunter got controlled by Belos or you can make your own short stories.

Fyi, lunter in Tumblr is kinda quiet so... I just want to put something fun. Don't worry about grammar, we're here to read.

It's already late at night, Hunter covered himself with some white sheet as Lilith gently laid her hand on the boy's shoulder.

Lilith asks, "Hunter... How are you doing?" He answered calmly. "I'm fine, Lilith. It's nothing to be worried about."

"Hunter, Luz told me that you've been controlled by Belos. That's it's not a nothing, and don't tell me to not be worried about you!" She scolded the boy.

Hunter looks at Luz as she dodge the stare from the boy. "Lilith... I'm fine now, really." Lilith raised her voice a little. "Now?! How about before that, you hurt, you're in pain isn't it?"

The two of them bickered for awhile until Lilith took a deep breath and sighed a little. She walked away to meet with the other, and that only left Hunter and Luz alone.

"Why didn't you tell her?" Luz asks in the low voice. "Same as you did with your mother... I don't want her to have this burden or blame herself where she couldn't reach me." Hunter answers as he is not looking at her but the door where Lilith walks out.

"oh... Sorry, for telling her about you being controlled by Belos..." She says. "It's fine. At least you don't tell her about me dying." He says calmly.

"How can you say dying so calmly!? You almost die!" She agitated. "Die is a must have.. but I'm here now." He's grabbing his chest, "The one that died is Flapjack. I am grateful and really sad for what Flapjack did." As he said, Luz is emotionally sad as she looks down. She stands up and walks towards him slowly

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to yell at you..." Gently lay her hands as she leans behind him. "I'm sorry too... I don't mean to make you worried too and say the word dying so calmly." He says.

She shakes her head against his back. "It's fine, I just want to be grateful that you are here, and alive. But no talk about dying! Understand?" Hunter chuckle. "Sure. But no promises."

[chweverni]

something, something

pairing; bf!woonhak x fem!reader synopsis; why does the delivery guy keep on messing up the house numbers constantly? why does he creep up to your house to drink water? is he that dehydrated? warnings; cliche !! may be cringe but its woonhak, and i LOVE woonhak :( cursing (one cuss word lol) and a kiss (?), woonhak calls the reader a princess word count; 489 author's note; heyhey!! so my school reopened and idek how often ill be on here but ye! ill write when i can :3

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"omg! hey, we meet again! y/n, right?"

the dark-haired boy asked, as you stood, opening the door to your house. you weren't even surprised. mostly because, this had been happening for about a week now. this boy would seem to always mess up the house numbers, even though, you're pretty sure he's been doing this on purpose.

the routine would go like this - he would ring the doorbell of your house, you'd open the door, remind him that this is your home for the nth time, as he'd very politely ask for some water, because he was your friend, and a friend in need, is a friend in need (in his words, at least).

in fashion, a smile crept up your face as you asked, "hi woonhak, would you mind coming in so that i can quickly provide you with water, being the absolutely kind princess i am?", making sure to emphasize on how often this had been happening.

"yes, please! this commoner from god-knows-where would like some water. make it refrigerated, if you would.", he reminded, as he bowed contently, leaning against the wall as usual.

i think i wanna ask him this time. you thought to yourself as you picked up the cool water bottle from the fridge. this can't be a coincidence!

you handed him the bottle, mostly because you realized that providing him a cup would be merely unethical at this rate. before he could rush out of your home, you called out, "woon, wait! i.. wanted to ask you something..", trailing your words, as you fidgeted with your fingers awkwardly. woonhak smiled, as he turned around to face you, eyes forming two crescent moons as he did. "ask me, princess, and i shall deliver! pun intended.", he said, oddly satisfied with his joke.

you brushed off his antics as you cleared your throat to ask, "why do you keep missing out on the house number, everytime?"

"because i wanna see you, duh!"

"but you can't be doing this!"

"why?", he asked, wiggling his eyebrows, smiling widely.

"it's— it's something! you can't be delivering food late to people! you'll get paid very less and—and-", before you could process anything, woonhak left a kiss at the corner of your lips.

"don't you worry, princess! i think you forgot that it's the weekend today.. so.. i don't really—"

"you don't work! fuck!", you mentally cursed yourself as you realized that woonhak didn't work in the weekends, because he had to catch up on school work and see you (yes, both are his main priority).

"it's fine! plus, i bought us some food.", he said cheerfully, as he dangled the plastic bag in front of your face.

"let's go up to your room, and we can continue the movie we were watching last week, okay?", he suggested as he dragged you upstairs to your room, leaving you confused as you found it hard to process anything.

-

this was short lol, not my best work but i had to get this out of my head..

hope u liked it! <3

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr <3

[ratinacoat]

https://www.tumblr.com/ratinacoat/775160901117575168/no-what-i-suggested-was-to-not-give-out

People should not give out information that can be used against them, that I agree.

But what if you need community? Then what do you do? Do you reach out to one person? What if they’re also horrible and betray you even after a few years? What if you do multiple to avoid that and one or two betray you then?

Because then you have people who do know how to tear you down.

And what if you do need a big community? What if being not alone even digitally is the only way that your brain can heal because of isolation in childhood?

What are you supposed to do if you get posted to the subreddit when you only told one person? And you log on there and you are being told nothing is real. Because then what do you do?

If we can’t trust anybody on the internet, then why does it exist in the first place?

I understand not trusting everybody, that’s internet safety rule number one.

And why does it matter in the end if something is ‘worse’? I bet you that the subreddit has had people kill themselves, does that make their death less severe then the person who killed themself because they got groomed?

I hate my alters. I’ve never made a single post about DID because I was afraid of the subreddit. Now I am afraid of everybody with DID because I don’t know if they post there or not. I can’t talk to anybody about it besides my therapist.

Don't look at the subreddit for one. Idk why people act like you have to. Uninstall Reddit if having it is going to cause problems.

Second, don't post about things you'd be upset being fake claimed for. Introjects make you feel like you're faking? Don't add "- Patrick Bateman introject" at the end of all your posts. High alter count make you feel like you're faking? Don't share your alter count. It's as easy as that. Wait until you know someone well to tell them about your disorder too. It's like people forget that DID is the result of trauma and not some identity label you need to be open to the world about. I don't meet new people and say "Hi, I'm Grey, I'm a narcissist and I won't ever care about you or your feelings." I put it on my anonymous profiles like this one but that's cause I'm no longer insecure about it. Your background and mental health is a personal thing that shouldn't be shared like it's an icebreaker with every person you ever meet.

Hang out with other pwDID in private or don't post certain things about your disorder. If you meet someone you trust in a system community, make a private group for the more personal stuff with them and anyone else you meet. I don't go in depth about mine because there's certain things that still bother me for the public to know but I'm in a private group with my friends who I met on Tumblr and started to trust.

Also mental health spaces are a lot better than system centered ones. If you're worried about disclosing you have DID specifically, just talk about things you experience in a mental health space. Someone looking for cringe to post on a subreddit isn't going to be looking through a place where people are struggling, they look for the places where people struggling is demonized like system spaces.

There are so many other options than posting about something you can't handle people knowing about you publicly.

[mega-banette]

Blending Brush

I thought I would join in posting fics on tumblr.

tw for referenced domestic abuse

”Hold still.”

“I am still - you’re literally the one moving!”

“I have to move!”

Cowgirl shifted around slightly in her kneeling position, trying (and basically failing) to not mount Cochise’s lap. The bristles of the makeup brush in her hand drawing tentatively close to Cochise’s nose.

Cochise would’ve liked to say she wasn’t sure why she agreed to this, but she had a clear enough memory to remember Cowgirl pestering her for hours leading up to them going out. (And also, a part of her was a little curious as to how she’d look with makeup.)

The blush brush tickled the tip of her “If you don’t move the brush I’ll probably sneeze.” Cochise wasn’t sure why it was near her nose in the first place; the little makeup related knowledge she had

meant that she knew blush went on the cheeks.

Cowgirl quickly flicked her wrist away, muttering a sheepish “Sorry,” as she pulled out a palette. She blew gently as she removed the lid, causing little spots of red to settle on the wooden floor. Cochise raised an eyebrow. “Don’t even worry about it, I’ll clean it later.” She waved her hand as she spoke.

That was one of the things Cochise had noticed about Cowgirl in the 3 months that they had lived together. Although they had been friends prior to Cowgirl’s recruitment, Cochise was almost certain that the gesturing was new. She took it as a sign that she was getting her energy back, which was definitely a good thing.

The other thing she’d noticed was that Cowgirl could be pretty stubborn; the whole reason people called her Cowgirl now was because she refused to back down from a joke, even going as far as to buy a hat - and it seemed like boots would soon be on the way.

Her stubbornness was actually the reason they were doing this now. For some reason Cowgirl had convinced herself Cochise needed to try new things (although that was probably her fault, she knew Cowgirl likes to gossip and discuss things that might be too personal and so far Cochise hadn’t been able to tell her anything remotely interesting. She had come to the conclusion that Cowgirl was trying to make her more comfortable in situations that produced easy gossip, such as the most recent idea of going to the club. Admittedly, she was enjoying herself so far).

Cowgirl mumbled bitterly to herself about how they ideally would’ve had foundation. Cochise cringed slightly. Upon realising that Cowgirl didn’t have a shade close to Cochise’s the pair had opted to search Cleon’s drawers for a better match. Mercifully, Cleon hadn’t caught them, however Cochise had made a mental note that Swan could be intimidating when she wanted to be. She had also ended up promising a defeated Cowgirl that she’d go to the mall with her to find the correct shade.

Cowgirl noticed the change in her expression, although it would be difficult not too given she was all of 5 inches away from her.

“You gotta relax, try smiling.” Cochise upturned the corners of her mouth.

“There you go, you’ve got a gorgeous smile.”

Cochise was pretty sure there was no need for blush after that - she still wasn’t used to how freely and frequently Cowgirl gave compliments.

“Now hold still.” Cochise was already holding still, and she was confident she was doing a great job of holding still, in fact she could probably do this all day. However, she couldn’t retaliate as that would require moving her mouth and therefore mean she would no longer be holding still, ruining her argument before she had a chance to make it.

She also risked jolting the makeup brush that was lightly making its way across her cheek, effectively ruining the look before they’d even started. So she kept her mouth shut.

Cowgirl didn’t. “You know Sarah who lives two blocks along.” Cowgirl didn’t phrase it like a question; given how much time Cowgirl had dedicated to gossiping about poor Sarah who was also a regular at the coffee shop she used to work at (and oh by the way that reminds me of something I heard about my old boss-) who was convinced her husband was having an affair, it would be stranger if Cochise didn’t know who she was. Granted she’d never met the woman, yet she knew the breeds of her two dogs and her mother’s maiden name. It was scary how easily Cowgirl accessed information.

Cowgirl wasn’t waiting for a response, the pause was so she could grab a blending brush. “Well last week she saw another woman leave the apartment, so like she knows for sure now. And I’m pretty sure the older woman who lives across from her, what was her name? Anyway,’

“Edith?” Cochise supplied, she’d found she was good at keeping track of the intricate network of people Cowgirl somehow knew.

“Yes! That’s the bitch!” Cowgirl immediately reevaluated her choice of words, “Not a bitch but you know what I mean, anyway apparently she’s going to go with Sarah when she confronts the motherfucker but I’m not sure if that’s still going ahead because her dog just died so she might not be in the right headspace because I know the girl who walked him for her after her hip surgery took a day off work to mourn, which I can’t believe she had the nerve to do - like she didn’t almost kill him that one time down by-“

“Cowgirl,” Cochise was gentle as she spoke, “Is there a point to this?” She knew full well there might not be, after the first month or so of Cowgirl living the apartment, the two had spent many afternoons with Cowgirl talking about everything and nothing while Cochise tried to figure out how to knit, something she had always wanted to do, in relative silence; only adding to the conversation (if you could call it that) when prompted.

“I just wish I knew for sure that someone was going with her, that's all.” Cochise opened her eyes, once they adjusted she noticed Cowgirl’s hands shaking. She reached out, taking her hand in hers and rubbing gentle circles across the back.

“I just don’t want her to be alone.” Cowgirl was choked up as she spoke.

“Do you want to go with her?”

“I should.” Cochise noticed her eyes flickering, she gave a reassuring squeeze.

“I could go with you if you want.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to go.” Her voice was small in a way that broke Cochise’s heart. She hoped that guy considered himself lucky that he died before the Warriors got their hands on him.

“I’d still go.” She decided against joking about wanting to take a swing at a cheater. “According to you I’m looking for new friends.”

Cowgirl smiled at that. “Ok but I think that everyone should be on the lookout for new friends. Especially you, what friends do you have outside the other Warriors?”

“Ok, not my fault you know everyone.” She retorted while trying to make a mental list of her friends, which was decidedly short.

“Damn. My only friends are you and Cleon.”

“Nah you’re friends with Ajax too, she’s friends with everyone she’s just weird about it. My guess is Swan’s gonna be weird too, but I’m not sure on that one yet she could still be adjusting. When did you say she joined up?”

“Cleon found her two weeks before…y’know.” It was a ridiculous way to describe it, obviously Cowgirl knew, she was the one that lived it. “Don’t let Cleon hear you call Swan weird, she’s weirdly protective of her.”

“Yeah I thought that too! I wasn’t sure if she was just like that though.” She paused briefly to pull out an eyeshadow palette. “You’re kind of weird with it too actually.”

“Excuse me?”

“What colour eyeshadow do you want?”

“Girl please, I am not weird.”

“What colour eyeshadow do you want?”

“Cleon’s probably weirder than me.”

“Pick a fucking colour.”

Cochise looked at the palette, there were only 11 colours; a white, two shades of brown, a black and the seven colours of the rainbow.

“I don’t know.”

“What are you planning on wearing?”

“Something of yours, probably.”

Cowgirl considered this for a moment.

“Oh my God, I know what you’ve got to wear, it’ll fit you perfectly.”

Cochise doubted that; Cowgirl had at least 6 inches on her, meaning any of her dresses would be too long on her, but given Cowgirl’s taste that would probably make her feel more comfortable.

Cowgirl dipped the brush into the indigo as Cochise once again shut her eyes.

“Don’t squeeze them so tight, relax a bit.” Cochise felt slightly embarrassed as she untended her eyelids.

Cowgirl didn’t try to start another conversation. Instead, she softly hummed as she applied the eyeshadow.

“Ok you can open your eyes again now.” Cowgirl was now pulling out a dark red lipstick.

“I thought you preferred a brown lipstick?” She’d certainly never seen Cowgirl in red, although it did make sense; enough sense that she felt stupid for saying it.

“That’s what I prefer in a lip gloss.” Cochise wasn’t 100% sure what the difference was, but she knew that in the coming months she would be an expert.

“But when I’m going out I usually do red.” Cochise hummed in acknowledgment.

“But this isn’t actually mine, it’s Cleon’s.”

“What?”

“Yeah I managed to slip this in my pocket when Swan walked in earlier.”

“Fuck off, she’s gonna know you took it.”

“She’s not gonna know. How- how would she know?”

“Swan’s probably already told her what she saw.”

“Swan didn’t see shit.”

“She saw us rummaging through Cleon’s drawers?”

“That’s all circumstantial, she didn’t see us take it.”

“Ok but Cleon’s not stupid, she’s gonna see her lipsticks missing and know it was us.”

“Oh please, I don’t think she’s going to notice if one of her 3 very similar shade lipsticks is missing.”

“She probably will, do you even know how organised she is?”

“No?” Cowgirl did have decency to sound bashful. “Anyway you need to stop talking so I can put this on you - or our sacrifice will be in vain.”

“Ok girl, now we’re talking about sacrifices-“

“Shut up!”

Cochise pouted.

“That’s perfect, stay like that.” Cowgirl cupped Cochise’s right cheek as she gently applied the lipstick; sticking her tongue out slightly to focus.

“Now just wait one second,” Cochise then watched, in mild confusion as Cowgirl ran to the bathroom; only to reappear seconds later with a sheet of toilet paper and a hand mirror.

“You need to kiss this.” To Cochise’s surprise she was holding up the toilet paper.

“Why?”

“To set the lipstick.” She noticed Cochise’s skepticism. “Please, just do it.”

Cochise did so.

“You’re all done now, ready to see the final product?” Cowgirl didn’t give her time to respond before she thrust the mirror in her face.

Cochise was expecting to not recognise herself when the mirror turned to face her. It was one of the reasons she’d never experimented with makeup in the past - she had no interest in becoming someone else. She was shocked to see the woman staring back was her with tinted cheeks and indigo above her eyes that somehow managed to complement the dark brown of her iris. Cowgirl had done an incredible job.

“It’s ok if you don’t like it, I’ve got some wipes.” Cochise supposed she had been quiet for too long.

“I look really pretty.” Cowgirl’s face lit up at that.

“Of course you do! You’re gorgeous.”

“I look like myself.”

“Well yeah, you’re really beautiful anyway, the makeup just enhances that.” Cochise felt her face heat up at the compliment.

“You’re always so quick to say something nice about me.”

“What? Do you not like it? You’re literally my best friend. Obviously I’m going to hype you up when I get the chance, and let’s be real you don’t give me that many chances.”

“Best friend? Don’t you think that’s too soon?” Cochise knew how many friends Cowgirl had, in comparison to some of them their friendship had been quite short.

“What do you want me to take you out to dinner first?” Cowgirl took a moment to laugh at her own joke. “At the very least you’re the most important person in my life right now.”

“That’s probably going a bit too far.”

“You saved it.” Cowgirl’s tone had turned serious. “You and Cleon.” Cochise didn’t like to think about that; it made her feel sick to consider that Cowgirl could be dead.

“I just did what anyone would’ve done.”

“Nuh-Uh, not everyone would’ve stepped in like you did. I could list more than a dozen people who would’ve left me on the ground to bleed out. You saved me. Least I can do in return is tell you the objective truth, which is that you’re fucking stunning.”

Cochise didn’t know what to say to that. So she didn’t say anything. She just leaned against Cowgirl’s shoulder; hoping all the emotions she wanted to convey would somehow be able to penetrate the skin surrounding the strap of her tank top. The arm Cowgirl wrapped around her shoulder let her know that the message had been received. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

“Shit we gotta get going.”

“Hmm?” Cowgirl turned to look at the clock. “Oh shit, hold on I’ll get your dress out for you - I shouldn’t be more than 10 minutes getting ready.” Cowgirl sprinted to her room before Cochise could respond.

It actually took Cowgirl 12 minutes to get ready, Cochise decided best not to call her out on this when Cowgirl was clearly already worried.

“How do I look?”

“Sexy.” Cochise blurted without thinking, her eyes widened. “Sorry, I- I don’t know why I said that.”

“No, no that’s great, that’s what I was going for.”

Cochise breathed a sigh of relief.

“I wanna try talking to some guys tonight.”

“Really?” In the time Cowgirl had lived at the apartment she hadn’t tried anything with men, Cochise wasn’t sure when she’d feel confident enough to, so this was an excellent sign.

“Yeah, I haven’t lived up to my name once since I was given it.”

“There aren’t any horses at the club.” Cochise raised an eyebrow. “Unless you’re implying something else?”

“Of course not.” Cowgirl placed a hand on her chest in a faux-offense. “How dare you suggest otherwise.” They both laughed at that.

“Ok but seriously though I really need-“

“I’m going to stop you there, I don’t need to hear that.”

“See this is what I mean when I say you’re weird with friendship, because what do you mean you’re going to casually imply you’d die for me a bunch of times but then you don’t want to hear me talk about my sex life.”

“Well-“ Cochise briefly began to protest.

“I was just joking. It’s fine if we’re not at that level of friendship yet, we’ll get there.”

And as Cochise stood and watched her open the door, there was no doubt in her mind that they would.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Shorter replies related to recently posted artworks!  And some other stuff.

Anonymous asked:

The anon who sent the ask about twst boys’ reactions to a partner who doesn’t masturbate is still here, it’s me. I actually forgot I sent this. Also, I just found out that tumblr will do that with a / included. Looks so weird.

Anon, you are an angel. Thank you once again for the question, it’s good to see you here.

Also yeah, apparently it does! I didn’t even notice that at first. If you’re talking about it changing it to the %, that is… But it happened after posting, so the initial ask looked the way you intended.

I know we had one post that tumblr “ate” a chunk of because of some of the symbols I used... I wish there was a way to make sure it doesn’t happen.

Anonymous asked:

I love your art the only thing that bothers me is that it sometimes clashes with my darker than night no blue light setting and I have to decide if I'm desperate enough to blind myself with light after finding a corner away from public eye or can I wait to blind myself with light when I get home? (Dont know why I'm always in public when you're more risker things go up)

I am sorry Anon, I hope your eyes are okay lol I love using darker colours and contrasting lights recently, it probably doesn’t help the situation either.

I don’t know if it’s ever safe to open our stuff in public… I’m sorry you have to go through this inner conflict every time ✊😔

Anonymous asked:

You are so right that Trein is babygirl material. Being a tired old widowed man with children is PEAK babygirl

Exactly, Anon! It’s all about the energy.

Plus, we just watched Ruggie’s Dorm Uniform Vignette, and oh god… this man is insanely babygirl. He is so cute when he is all worried about his precious cat… :”3 <3

Alright, about yesterday’s fem!Floyd:

Anonymous asked:

a fedora and calling someone "m'lady", yet somehow it makes her more appealing

this just proves that what the nice guy incels really need is bigger boobs and sharp teeth

Yeah, it’s almost not fair lol Floyd has such an advantage! One would say, two of them…

Although even imagining just a regular boy Floyd doing this exact thing doesn’t feel too cringe somehow. Is it because he is a fuckboy?

Anonymous asked:

Hot damn

I hope she's in Mostro Lounge violating health codes, Azul could make a real business out of that one

Yeeeeah with the twins being such nice-looking ladies, you know it’s incredibly tempting for Azul to start using it to her advantage lol

Anonymous asked:

Twisted Wonderland if it was better goddamn those are some TITS

Superior version!! lol I can’t stop thinking about mermaids being big-boobied…

Anonymous asked:

If the person is beautiful, regarles gender, that person still ɓeəutfuI

Exactly, but also I am a weak person who is biased towards women..!!

Anonymous asked:

Holy melon

🙏 🍈

Now about Malleus the birthday boy!

Anonymous asked:

That it? Only a side of his butt?

This is already more than most are lucky to witness when it comes to Malleus’ gorgeous butt <3

(I say as if I haven’t drawn his butthole spread open 1000 times)

Anonymous asked:

That face! I like the detail on the robe. Also

HOW CAN HE SO BEAUTIFUL WHEN HE SLEEP ?

Thank you so much!! I can’t with his outfit, it’s so incredibly pretty…

I DON’T KNOOOOW this is his Prince magic… what a gorgeous creature

And about another birthday boy!! <3 Gilbert!

Anonymous asked:

AHHH I didn't know you know about heteila !!! You're officially the best my favorite characters are both Italy and Spain!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Of course we know Hetalia, Anon! It was such a huge part of our lives growing up lol It’s still is, to be honest, we come back to it at least once a year... to draw Prussia for his birthday of course! There are Hetalia drawings on this blog from like 2011-2012… and those aren’t even my oldest ones of them, yikes.

Spain and the Italy brothers are wonderful, we love them a lot too! 🍅

Thank you for your kind words <3

Anonymous asked:

Holly shit its gilbert/prussia! Didn't expect to see him but ita a pleasant surprise. Know my bff will enjoy seeing him as well mostly since I normally spam her with a lot of your twisted stuff

Ahhh I hope your bff enjoyed seeing him lol I’m glad we could surprise you with him though!

Anonymous asked:

HETALIAAAAAAA IN 2025! My day is made!

Dein Zeichnung ist sehr gut! Ich mag deine Art!

No one who knows better German judge me. I only have a year and a half under my belt.

It’s a lot more German that I know so damn Anon you’re cool!

Also, Danke schön! <3

Anonymous asked:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH MY PRECIOUS BABY BOY GILBERT!!! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH MY BOI!!!

You’re welcome, Anon! Enjoy your boy. And thank you <3

Now about the Trey/Deuce comic…

Anonymous asked:

Trey: you will die if you don't have sex with me

Deuce: okay

Ahh, Deuce!! This is way too easy..!!

Anonymous asked:

Trey has forgotten that one can't tell jokes like that to duece, since he's a few eggs short of a full basket. And I say this as loving as possible

Trey always underestimates just how naïve Deuce can be around a senpai that he trusts, just as much as he underestimates how little people doubt shit that he says…

Anonymous asked:

Japan people like to eat raw egg right? Why Deuce blush!?

Yeah, people around the world do sometimes. Not by licking it from the table though! Deuce doesn’t even fully realise why, but it feels embarrassing somehow… I wonder why indeed…

Anonymous asked:

Don't waste food.

LICK IT

He’s on it! Like a good boy!

Anonymous asked:

Now Trey is wanting Deuce's tongue to be used other than getting the egg.

Should drop an egg on his own crotch next time then…

Anonymous asked:

Naive boy. That not the egg you should lick. There are 2 more with a sausage waiting for you.

Be careful, Anon, what if he bites the sausage… we can’t risk Trey’s well-being like that..!

Anonymous asked:

I love how you draw Trey 😩 he's so hot

Thank you so much, Anon!!

I don’t draw him often, but whenever I do, I try to keep in mind that people apparently find this man hot, so there should be some sexy air about him…

Anonymous asked:

I see you with those blush marks Trey.... Seeing Deuce lick off the table like a dog turned you on didn't it Trey......... It's okay Trey this is a safe place please tell us all about it 🥰

It certainly awakened something in Trey’s wicked mind…. He has much to think about after that…

[sky-swimmer]

hii! i was a little shy to type something to you haha, but i want to express my love for your fic and how i adore your writing style!! normally my social anxiety holds me back from saying anything to anyone.. but you're so kind that i had to spread some gratitude. keep up the amazing work, truely an angel! 🥹💗

SCREAMING AND CRYING. The heart palpitations I got from reading this like... AUGH.

Sometimes I really wish Tumblr had an inbuilt voice recorder so y'all could listen to the audible gasps, choking and rambling responses I have which I cannot express through text whfjdjf

I am so sorry for the late reply, I basically got too behind in irl stuff to check my asks. But.... This is so.... heartwarming... Like... I may pass away from it...

Rambling under cut

I can SUPER relate to what you said about being shy and hesitant to reach out. Before uploading my dumbass fic I didn't have ANY social media. Not insta, not Tumblr, not twitter, not ao3, I did not interact with ANYONE apart from occasionally leaving embarrassing long guest comments in fanfics and then refusing to check the reply because id somehow convince myself that everything I said was horrendously stupid and unwanted 💀 and that the author would be like "umm okay who tf are you... Cringe." Which, in my head, I'm like "well that's ridiculous, why would they say that..." But even though my brain knows that, anxiety doesn't always let queens think logically... So... 😩💅✨

Anyway, the fact that you pushed through your own worries to interact... WITH ME??? What did I do to deserve you???? Gobsmacked, gagged, gooped and gaped rn. YOU are the angel here 😭

And what you said about my writing is so sweet and kind!! I'm so glad you like it!! And you think I'M kind??? 😭✋✋✋ This is just a visceral response to your kindness and the kindness the Devzel shippers have given me jejfjfj I really REALLY understand how easy it would be to read and move on. The fact you decided to reach out, just to make me happy... Is like sbdhjdj my brain has gone flat. You were shy to type to me... *Screams*, I FEEL LIKE YOU ARE ME. I am shy to reply to you!!! Shy and baffled and delighted to even receive this ask!!!!

But anyway!! I love that you're enjoying my fic!!! And that you enjoy my writing style!! This is SO nice and encouraging to hear 😭 it really is different when someone leaves a comment, because it hits home that it's not bots or me refreshing my fic to check if my updates worked. That the hits and kudos are real people who read my word vomit and have similar interests to me.

Love you, anon!!! If you ever want to come out of anonymity and be internet friends, send me a message!! I won't bite and I can tone myself down- I think my insane responses are because I'm still in a state of shock that people are interacting with me hahah. Hope you have/had a lovely seasonal holiday, regardless of what you celebrate!!!