#your kind words and encouragement

[seokminfilm]

Tumblr said new post from seokminfilm,we know you'll love this 😭and i didddddddd

Your fics are literally the cutest thing everrr got me giggling and kicking my feet😭😭

AWWWWWW THANK YOU 😭 these words really made my night!

[venusaur-propaganda]

Drawing Venusaur with every Pokemon pt. Venusaur!

[bakathief]

New chapter of Shadow Chase is LIVE and out NOW! Available only on AO3! Thank you for reading and please enjoy!

[tetzoro]

the day the earth stood still is the day i felt your presence leave it, and then every day after that.

[itstimeforstarwars]

Starting to reread 3 jedi to decide what still needs rewritten and actually I think my mental health was lying to me because most of the non rewritten chapters I've gone through so far are good actually.

[fairy-verse]

AAAA I'm so happy! This fairy universe is so wonderful, you’ve thought about every detail with such care. I'm just starting to get to know it now, and I’m not sure if the information is already out there, but how did Killer and Nightmare become companions? At first, when I saw the posts, I thought Killer was only paired with Cross. I was so happy to discover that he was also partnered with Nightmare. I found this Killermare dynamic so cute!

It is hard to keep one’s eyes to oneself when the personification of autumn walks with such grace about the forest floor, and when darkened wings unfold to present a kaleidoscope of blues, pinks, and purples, even silver circles may appear in pools of black.

You might even say that skeletal fingers must conceal the deceiving flower that threatens to reform into a heart.

The story of a hybrid of autumn and spring vowing to dance and court until his wings fell off is one many fairies have heard of, and it’s to be admired, for Killer had set his soul upon whom he wished to bond, and either he would succeed, or he’d lay down to perish upon the next winter. Alas, the latter did – fortunately – not come to pass, for grace, speed, and agility made the queen of autumn unable to look away, and his eye were oft stolen away from different matters, instead focusing on the red fairy who not once showed signs of tiring from his quest.

And when Nightmare spread his wings and took flight to test the red fairy’s love, he’d come to find a worthy challenge to his own dance. So, he reached a hand for Killer to take, and together they danced beneath the white light of a silver moon that lasted beyond its night and well into the day, preventing the sun from rising.

The light of Sol would be kept at bay… Until Nightmare took Killer to be his king consort.

[pokemonranch]

Hi! I hope that those sort of negative anons don't get you down! Your adoption events are really cool and cute and I think it's really awesome of you to do so much work for fun/for community enrichment! I appreciate all the thought and time you put into it! (no need to respond- just wanted to send some positivity your way!)

<3!

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

questioning sexuality is so exhausting

[bleue-flora]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[zeldalizzy]

💛 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome!!! 💛

- hero-of-the-wolf

Awwww thank you so so much @hero-of-the-wolf!! i appreciate you so much and love your detailed asks (the LOTR one was so fun)!! You also seem to have a good heart and are also pretty awesome too!! I hope you are doing well!! 🥹🩵🩵🩵

Thank you for always reading my rambling and for being such a sweet person too!!

[chaotic-orphan]

Do you ever hope to get published one day? Is that a dream for you or are you just simply content on posting to tumblr. Bc idk but you've got a lot of talent there. Exploit it!

I do, I write contemporary fiction as well, and have submitted short stories to magazines but the competition is sooo tough for places to be published, so really I should look at being self-published but I need a job for that so…🙃🙃

I would love to be a published author, right now I am writing a contemporary fiction book like Normal People by Sally Rooney, same kind of tone and vibe, but not the same subject material, I mean— it is a story about love, but all love, not just romantic and platonic

I am also writing a fantasy, mythological series that I haven’t named yet, but I fucking love it so much — I have been working on it for over ten years, and I only like— recently re-discovered it and started writing it properly, which is very rewarding and fun!!! It is kind of Percy Jackson-esque, with Gods based on the Celtic Pantheon and the old Irish myths and Legends.

So yes, I endeavour to be published one day!!! I want to be a poet and an author, well— that is the dream anyways, along with being a lawyer🤭 x

Thank you for your encouragement, it means a lot and warmed me on this cold winter morning.

[dailyhatsune]

how many asks do you get?

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[grimowled]

;ooc

[passthroughtime]

sorry @kamuro-junrenka i just giggled from the realisation

then his next words

are SO hypocritical it's unreal

sorry i just love the idea of yagami trying to talk sense to kuwana when it is KUWANA who sees things more clearly. (no kuwana apologism here, he was stupid with revenge killing and he knows that this is who he had to become though he doesn't like it. but HOW and WHO are you teaching this lesson to if your victims just disappear without any reason/explanation/message to the world... lmao.) gonna munch on this thought a little more, i think that is a good point of view and i can elaborate a little later (i have one post that i've been cooking in march, but at that time i decided to finish the game first and write it... and after finishing LJ i've been grieving my loss of judgment... haha see what i did there.)

actually the boat scene is insane in the way that we see live how yagami's convictions tear at the seams, and i WILL be insane about it, yet again, later. ok, whatever, not the point though right now. for me, LJ is about telling yagami (and, consequently, us) that good/bad is not the only possible options and they are even not mutually exclusive.

yagami needed that lesson (hehe) after JE because that was as clear cut case as it might've been. there were bad people and there were good, he's mistaken okubo putting him under the "bad" category but he did nothing wrong and is good in the end, but there is nothing deeper than that. (and that is why i believe that LJ is more thematically rich... while not being that much of a murder mystery that is JE. i love them both for what they have and what they lack though, it's interesting to compare them with each other.)

tbh i think that yagami's past and upbringing is a little downplayed, meaning the only thing that is questionable is the mention that yagami does help the matsugane family with uhhh the crime chores let's say (i don't remember if as a lawyer or as a detective, but i do remember that this was the case). but it mentioned only in passing, and helping to defend hamura in court is not that big of a deal if we see that yagami isn't happy with the outcome though the ruling was justified, yeah?

and though his ties to yakuza are left rather unexplored (considering half of his friends are criminals of some kind LMAO yeah sugiura this includes you too) and doubtly this will be the theme that will ever be brought up again, it is important to remember that yagami as a person is a product of two different worlds. the "bad" and the "good".

the beef i have with the "good yagami" take is not whether he is a good person, but more like, with the notion of him not seeing the nuances of the situation like ever? which makes him so good and right about everything, that he does everything according to law and etc... while i picture him as "let's do it baby i know the law" kind of person.

there IS a moment where he's a little bit stubborn about his convictions, but that's because *gestures* kuwana (AND I WILL WRITE ABOUT IT MORE... SOMEDAY... SURELY...), but not to the extent some people believe him to be (i remember a meme where "kuwana explains his pov (an explanation so long it's unreadable)" vs "yagami explains his pov (which only says "murder bad"). yeah it pissed me off pretty bad.)

so... yeah. i firmly believe that LJ is not about a good/bad dichotomy, though this type of story is expected with the starting factors we get. in the end, even the protagonist left kind of saddled with unnecessary feelings troubled about his convictions that in theory are simple, yet in practice contradict each other.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

what if we held on to whatever we get the idea of as Normal as unquestionable & think all you can do to this normal is apply some veneers overtop it to be more polite & also resent that. maybe we could project that everyone who seems to be Annoyingly Disruptively doing more than this must be putting on a performance to look good &/or humor others b/c that's all we ever believe we're doing, & again, we resent even that much....maybe we could use our show of More Polite language to make the same points blaming everyone who our Normal mistreats for their own mistreatment

[theorahsart]

love love how you draw everyone in the incorruptible comic

oh goshhh thank you ;_; I sometimes worry that my very toony/cutesy art style isn't suited to a comic about real people and fairly serious events, so this comment means a lot to me <3