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I'M SO HAPPY OMG I'M CRYING THANK YOU SO MUCH OMGGGG THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER 😭
OMG NO AWAY YOU SAW THAT OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG 😭😭
I JUST WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU, YOU ARE MY INSPIRATION OMG I'M CRYING 😭
Hey!!!!
I just wanted to let you know that your writing style is excellent, and the words you choose in your poems are so profound and thought-provoking. I'm really impressed with your work, and I've tried to tell you this many times, but I always struggle to find the right words to express it properly. Your poems are so deep and meaningful, and I'm finding inspiration in your writing.
You're not only a talented writer but also a kind and caring person. You've helped me during difficult times with your comforting words, and I'm grateful for that. nd abt ur ask, I would like to answer your question about my top 3 favorite pieces, but I'm still trying to decide which ones to choose! Hehe *Being shameless for procrastinatkng* will get back to you soon with a proper explanation... idk when lol.. uhmm sry
Thank you so much! for your kind words this is suchathoughtful message, this really made my day, week, life (I'm really so touched) 🌼 it's really flattering that my writing style which is just my inner monologue is something you think good and It really means a lot to me that my writing has had such a positive impact on you, when i first started posting your blog was one of the first i found. I'm glad to hear that my work has provided you with inspiration (you've inspired me since my first post here) and I do hope I brought some comfort during difficult times and I really do wish the best for you, in everyway, in everything and I am always hear if you need to talk.
Please don't worry about procrastinating on your answer to my question about your top 3 favs. I completely understand that it can be tough to choose favorites, and there's no rush at all. Whenever you want to get back to me is completely fine, or if you can't decide then don't worry, forget it all together, theres no need to be sorry, really.
someone liked my very old art on this site and I'm in tears ;;;;; 💜💚💛🧡❤️
I apologise for stalking and scrolling so much on your blog
But its stalking worthy🤌🤌🤩🤩
Its beautifullllll and definitely inspiring 🌸😍💙
Please never apologise for stalking my blog it makes me very happy ❤️❤️❤️
And thank you so much! It's nice to feel seen, in a way ❤️
AHJAJAJAJA
Okay, first of all, admin, I really love your blog! I enjoy that I get to interact with Reiji and you're doing a great job at this blog. It's almost like a ritual, every morning, I will check your blog for updates because it just makes ny day 1000× better!
And for Reiji, wow! It's great to see that you always keep your cool with the weird asks and all in all. You're also doing a great job at handling the house (since we all know even though the whole household is a mess, it will be worse if Reiji kun isn't there).
For the both of you, I love you sm TwT
(( THANK YOU!! I’m glad you enjoy it QwQ
I like these mortals they’re not bad they appreciate me
Bro this is insane I just got reblogged by my favorite eddsworld ship artist
What a crazy world we live in
EDDTOBER // 10/3
HIGH FIVE!
no cool updates but I'm not as sick anymorreeee hahsa epic
Oh yeah my plan is to make one every day, post those on here, and at the end of the week there'll be a collection on insta of all the entries, from that week. Or not. That too.
wip of a mumscott comic i’ll finish later
when there’s no content you gotta make it yourself o7
Me: *gets hysterical about The Elder Scrolls VI were announced*
My boyfriend: hey! Calm down! It will just be released in the next generation.
Me: I don't give a fuck, bro! At least it was announced.
awww it was knife going head to toe with you in the battle of puns! It was cherry nice going back and forth and this really made my day! So I thank you because this was juice the best thing that’s happened. :)
What the fig.
I just tried a smoked fig, I feel like my senses have been violated. My first and last time eating the fig because it has the texture of a stubble, tastes like soap and made my tongue tingly.
Your Papyton is fuel for the soul it's so cute and you draw Papyrus even cuter you're an angel walking among us mere mortals on this site. I am your #1 supporter I've been thinking about your art and their dynamic all day it's so heartwarming. Thank you 💕
Im so sorry im a little late to seeing this but AAAAUUHH!!! Thank you thank you!! So much!! This means so much to me???😭 im so glad people like my Papyton art, it makes me stupid happy!! Thank you for your support too, aaaa!! I appreciate your kind words so much, have some papyton doodles i never got around to posting :)
Thank you again! Sending lots o’ hugs!🫂💛
230325 - yoongi's instagram story: taehyung and jimin were with us too (they left 10 minutes earlier) (trans. cr. charts_k)
Sarevok Anchev and his trusty blood soaked sheep heading into battle.
after mai became the new firelady, she had a lot of rules that needed to be added to the fire nation constitution and now. She wanted to raise the age of marriage and provide more education for women and this wasnt easy at all, she became stuck at her office more than zuko.
And izumi came along soon and she needed to take a very long break to avoid any complications, so she had to put a pause on her projects but still was present in court (cuz she didnt want to be stuck in the bedchambers,bored, ugh). A year after izumi's birth, she restarted her projects and this needed more work and time out of life than when she started.
So zuko had become the one who tucked izumi to bed and he was more than happy to spend time with his little girl. He loved reading izumi bedtime stories and hear izumi's babbling with often mentions of 'mama' or 'dada'
One evening just around izumi's bedtime, mai was able to get off early, so she decided to join in on tucking izumi to bed. She walked to the princess's room just to stop by the door as she heard zuko's voice.
"and that is the story on how your mama saved me,she defeated the army of bad guys and she once again captured my heart" zuko told izumi who was busy chewing on her turtleduck doll (gifted by her coolest aunt suki and sokka) he finished chuckled as he pressed a kiss against her hair.
Turns out izumi got bored of her bedtime stories and became far more interested in hearing about her mama.
It took zuko 10mins to realize the presence of his wife(who was smiling) as he was too busy talking with his daughter in his baby-voice (after he once sweared he would never in a million years talk like that to children) while izumi was babbling and grabbing his hair to chew on
I love your blog so so much, everything you write is amazing, idk if reqs are open, if they arent, im sorry and feel free to ignore, but could i request a second part of that prompt you wrote where the villain poisons their little sibling hero w/o knowing its them, i just loved that prompt and how you wrote it SO SO much, i think i must have read it about 20 times just these last few days, you can make the second part however you want, sad ending, happy ending, its up to you!!! thank you a lot
Part One (Thank you so much Anon!)
The villain hated hospitals. There was always the threat of exposure—the promise of a fixed wound never meant just stitches. Inevitably, it meant the police.
But really, the villain hated hospitals because they had almost watched their sibling die in one, three years old and a stomach full of cleaning products. They had sworn their sibling would never, ever get hurt again.
Now here they were. Watching the painful rise and fall of their sibling’s chest, oxygen mask hissing alongside the beeping of a heart monitor.
The villain scrubbed a hand over their face, covering their mouth.
Their sibling—the hero—was so small. So pale. And it was their fault.
The villain was going to vomit.
The heart monitor stuttered, and the villain snapped their eyes to the bed. The hero blinked back at them, clammy and bleary eyed.
The hero blinked at them once, before clumsily dragging their oxygen mask off their face.
“You need that,” the villain said gently. The hero eyed the mask with distaste, before dropping it beside them.
“Okay.” But they didn’t pick it up. Their eyes dragged around the room, not quite conscious yet—before landing back on the villain. “What happened?”
“You don’t remember?”
The hero’s brow wrinkled, then eased.
“I don’t feel bad?”
The villain laughed slightly. Their chest panged. “Yeah, that’s the morphine. They have you on the good stuff.”
The hero frowned.
Absently, one of their hands reached for their IV, and the villain caught it, settling it back by their side before they could rip it out.
“You’re an obstinate little thing, aren’t you,” but it was fond.
Their sibling grinned at them, and god, how had the villain not known? The hero had smiled at them, that exact smile, hundreds of times. Maybe thousands. And somehow, they hadn’t stopped to think it looked familiar. They hadn’t questioned that they had the same power.
They hadn’t bothered to wonder if the hero they were fighting was their younger sibling.
How many times had they hurt their sibling and not known?
“You love me anyways.”
The villain’s throat tightened.
“Yeah,” They choked a bit. “Yeah, I do.”
The hero frowned at them again.
“Are you okay?”
The villain cleared their throat. “Of course. It’s you who isn’t.”
The TV on the wall switched to a news segment, and they both watched with detachment as the reporter discussed the political climate surrounding powered people. The hero fidgeted slightly as they aired clips of the two of them fighting.
If their sibling didn’t remember anything about last night—
“The hero always loses,” the villain said slowly. They waited for the hero to look at them. “Why do you think that is?”
The hero bit their lip, anxiety creeping around the fog of pain medication.
“Because they’re weaker, I would think.”
The villain tipped their head a bit. “I don’t know about that. They always hold their own.”
Their sibling shrugged one shoulder, trying for casuality and failing. “Heroics and all that. Busy. Maybe the agency has orders…?” They trailed off, and oh, wasn’t that a terrible thought? Their sibling being ground into dust in the machine of the government.
“They never catch the villain, either,” the villain pressed. One of the hero’s hands squeezed into their blanket.
They stared at each other. The heart monitor beeped. Someone called for a code blue.
“You never catch me.” It was little more than a whisper, but the villain knew their sibling caught it. The hero went still, a deer in headlights.
It was almost like the villain could see them remembering the night before—the gala, the poison. Their big sibling, hurting them.
But they didn’t look at the villain with fear.
“No,” the hero said, and it was the firmest the villain had ever heard their sibling. “I don’t.”
Something began to burn in their gut.
“What were you thinking?” The villain hissed. The hero stared, stony eyed. Their lip quivered, just slightly.
“I was thinking that I love you too much to watch you die on the news.”
The villain jerked a hand through their hair, pacing to the other end of the room. The door snapped shut with a flick of shadow, the curtains following suit.
“You’re sixteen,” the villain snapped. The hero was fighting off tears, pressing their lips together like they were trying to hold in a sob. The villain had seen them do hundreds of times over the years.
“And you’re all I have left.”
The villain forgot how to breathe. Their sibling was trembling, just slightly.
“I’d never leave you,” the villain promised, voice cracking.
The dam broke, and a tear slipped down the hero’s cheek.
“But what if the only part of you left to stay is your ghost? I don’t—I can’t-“
And then their little sibling was sobbing. The villain tucked them into their arms between one second and the next, cradling them against their chest.
“It’s okay, I promise, it’s okay.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“I won’t,” the villain carded a hand through the hero’s hair. “I won’t.”
Their sibling was too young for this.
The villain was too young for this, too.
Being a villain paid the bills—but was it worth it?
The hero sobbed again, and the villain knew.
No.
It wasn’t worth it. How could anything ever be worth hurting their sibling?
It wasn’t worth their sibling almost dying, it wasn’t worth the heart ache, it wasn’t worth the pain.
But it was worth a month’s rent. It was worth school supplies and food on the table. It was worth a life.
Maybe not theirs—no, theirs was ruined already.
It was worth their sibling’s.
That was what mattered.
The nausea was back, deep in the villain’s stomach.
“Stop fighting me.”
The words stung on the way out, cutting the villain’s tongue. The hero jerked out of their arms as if scalded.
“What?” Their voice was rough with tears.
The villain swallowed, and it took everything in them to keep their face blank.
“Stop playing hero. You’re going to end up dead.”
If the villain couldn’t hear the heart monitor beeping, they would have thought their sibling’s heart had stalled in their chest.
“It won’t happen again,” they fisted their hands into the blanket.
“You’re right,” the villain agreed, and it hurt. “It won’t.”
The hero gaped at them.
“You don’t get to do this—“
“I do.”
“Stop it,” their sibling hissed. “Let me talk, I just want—“
“I want you alive.”
The hero went silent.
“And I want you happy, and warm, and well fed, because I love you, and it is my job.”
“Isn’t me being a hero to protect you the same thing? It’s love, not hatred or stupidity, can’t you see that?”
The villain could. They could see all of it. They could see their sibling, just a younger version of themself, desperate to keep their last loved one safe. They could see their sibling, helping the city because they cared too much with a too big heart.
They could see their sibling choking on poison, hunched over a toilet.
“I can’t let you keep fighting me.” The villain held the hero’s gaze. “I won’t, do you hear me?”
Their sibling was crying again, silently, chest heaving.
“I’ll fight you anyways,” but it was weak, and they both knew it.
The villain gave them a long look.
“You’re going to let the nurses help you. You’re going to get better. And then we’re going to go home, and you’re going to go to school, and I’m going to pay the bills, and put money on the table, and you’re going to pretend you don’t know how.”
The hero let out a shuddering breath, jerking their eyes away. Their jaw clenched.
“Do you hear me?”
“Fuck you.”
“Hero.”
“Yes,” they sobbed. “Yes, I hear you. Yes, I’ll watch you die and bleed out and I’ll do my math homework and pretend I don’t know why there’s blood stains in the bathroom.”
The villain wished they had been shot. It would have hurt less than this.
“Good.”
The hero shot them one last, desperate look. Like they had expected the last bit to mean something. Like they had hoped it would. Like they had needed it to.
Their sibling was just shy of hyperventilating when the villain tucked their oxygen mask back over their face. They brushed a piece of the hero’s sweat soaked hair out of their face, softening their eyes a fraction.
“I love you.”
The hero just blinked at them as the villain slid off the bed, tucking the blankets back around them.
The villain hesitated, just barely, at the door.
“Don’t—Don’t do this,” their sibling was crying again, voice wet with tears as they shook. Like the villain had grabbed something within them and broken it, something vital, and their sibling no longer knew how to be still. “Please don’t do this.”
Whatever they said next was a mangled sob.
“I love you,” the villain repeated forcefully, more weight on those three words than they had ever put on them. Maybe, when the hero was older and the villain didn’t need to commit crimes to keep them afloat, when there was no danger for their sibling, they would tell them they hadn’t wanted this either.
They would tell them they had wanted them to be a hero.
They would tell them they were sorry.
But for now, the villain said nothing. The door clicked shut behind them like an oath.
The villain managed to make it all the way down the hallway before they started sobbing too.
@vexter-the-comedian my honest reaction:
front facing angel dust, but it isn't cursed
lol i drew it
I love your fics 💜 usually yandere isn’t my thing, but I really have enjoyed all things you’ve written 🙈💜
Also, the raccoon fic stealing gummy worms is 👏🏻🎬💜
Thank you so much! I'm very happy you enjoy my writing! 💜💜\(♡ω♡ )
Here's a Clavis bouquet for you ;3 💞
This is my first animation
their name is Wibbly None-the-Wiser
AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHTAAFGHHHGFGHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH UGHHHH REAAAAGGHHHHH
The little meow meows
(( Wir oc, Fast by @aninonimosstuff-blog , check em out!! ))
Hi, everyone! Welcome to my 11th shoutout series! I've already explained it here, but this series consist of me praising content creators and showing my favorite creations every week.
(also, if you've been put here more than once and you'd like me to stop mentioning you, just message me!)
Under the cut are my favorite creations from the past week (june 18 - june 24):
Ponyo gifset by @spiders-morales
Star Wars gifset by @ejfivercommander
Spiderman into the Spiderverse gifset by @cal-kestis
Encanto gifset by @nataliaaromanovas
Star Wars gifset by @dqmeron
Last Night in Soho's Sandie gifset by @farascha
Marvel's Yelena Belova gifset by @miilesmorales
Sapphic characters gifset by @goodwitchs
Lupita Nyong'o gifset by @ledger-heath
The Owl House's Willow gifset by @deweyduck
Marvel's Bucky Barnes gifset by @buckysbarnes
Sense8 gifset by @jamiettart
Black Mirror 6x02 gifset by @jessepinkmvn (spoiler and suicide warning)
Maleficent gifset by @raainstorms