i can’t wait to learn more about this Evie

anon i literally cant contain how much i love her and want to share her. anyone who will listen i bombard with information it’s a problem 😭 but bc you seem so eager, here she is:

Please listen, listen listen... Alhaitham putting his noise-cancelling headphones on a reader that feels overwhelmed and overstimulated in a crowdy noisy place, holding her hand, and shushing her

oh my goshhhhh anon please this is actually the cutest thing i’ve ever heard!!!!!! especially since those headphones are very clearly important to him and he won’t just share them with anyone—you’ve got to be someone genuinely remarkable to achieve that; someone he sincerely cares about (i headcanon him to have ocd-like tendencies when it comes to his stuff; like he’s very particular about these types of things and who is allowed to touch them, when and why etc)—so that fact alone adds another layer of sweet sentimentality to the action <3 but oh my GOSH i am gushing waaaah just the thought makes me feel so warm and comforted and calm 🥺🥺🥺

Blue art best art! Honestly, I love coming back to your blog specifically when I need a soft huggable sans. They're the best and also your artstyle is a balm on a bad day. Have a flower, fren 💐💜

🥺 awe,, thank youuu <(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)ﾉ⁠♡

doodles u ccino (specifically @monster-kind's latte !)

"You left me in that cold motel room." "It wasn't cold! That heating was on."

hey!! saw you reblogging some of your butch bea stuff & just wanted to tell you that it lowkey changed my life and that if you ever want to revisit that universe you’d have at least one very avid & enthusiastic reader. there’s no pressure though — im grateful it exists at all!!

[i am going to be completely honest, i have no idea what this little prompt fill is but i love butch bea sm, it's soft & basically plotless. feeling so normal about her this pride month lol. also some lilith pov for the culture.]

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not that you like people, but if you had to pick a favorite, under deep duress, beatrice would be at the top of your list. not that you would ever, ever tell her that, but, unfortunately, you're also pretty certain she knows. and, to your utter horror, you find that you have a reluctant soft spot for ava — you try to contribute it to beatrice being your sister, and therefore ava is basically your sibling-in-law, because they're not married yet but you watched beatrice say goodbye and you watched her grieve and you watched her fall in love, disgustingly, every second of every day, when ava returned. and, sure, ava is steadfast and faithful and far too brave and saved the world, twice, but, like. his relentless optimism and terrible sense of humor is too much sometimes.

but, you remind yourself when you get his text — he's your family too. someone who should have never forgiven you, you remember, like acid leaking in your stomach, but ava has always been too generous. and so you answer with an eye-roll emoji but also I'll be there in ten.

it's not the first day that ava has asked for help, and you're sure it won't be the last, but these days don't happen all that often anymore. you understand, though: your wings ache and sit heavy some nights when you can't sleep, and even if you fly over mountain ranges or tropical fjords or the flat, gorgeous planes of the savannah, deserts and oceans, the world — this admittedly beautiful earth, better than all the heavens — isn't quite enough to hold your sorrow. or, maybe it holds it along with you, and you can't quite put it down.

so you diligently mask your scales with jillian's annoying but very useful tech, and you put on an outfit that nun-you would have deemed inappropriate and nun-beatrice would have blushed furiously at, and teleport from your favorite room, tucked away in the middle of nowhere on a tiny island off the coast of iceland to beatrice and ava's sunny, big house on the beach. it's cool today, though, the day covered in a marine layer that's lingered for months. beatrice looks surprised when you show up in their kitchen, where she's staring off into space while, apparently, very slowly unloading the dishwasher. ava says hello from the living room, where you assume they're on the couch with korra by their side.

'hello, lilith.'

you pop a fresh grape into your mouth from the bowl sitting there in lieu of greeting.

'those are for ava,' beatrice says, and her hands shake and you can tell from the set of her shoulders that ava was right, that the world stings in your palms and up your spine, and sometimes you just need someone to see you through it until it calms.

'he can share,' you say, eat another one and swipe the bowl with beatrice scowling after you as you walk into the living room. ava is, unexpectedly, watching some reality tv drivel — so what if you're caught up on all ten seasons of vanderpump rules, it reminds you of hell if anyone asks — but she smiles sincerely when you hand her the bowl, one you're pretty certain beatrice had sculpted and glazed with her own hands.

'i can share a few,' ava says, and you don't bother to stop yourself from scratching korra's head in greeting when ava nods. you can admit that korra is awesome; she has loyalty to ava but at least you can understand that one. she's wearing a hoodie you know is beatrice's favorite, so it's ava's favorite too, and a beanie; ava hadn't mentioned it, but you know on really bad days her body has trouble regulating its internal temperature too — and if the pile of blankets at the foot of the couch is anything to go by, you're guessing that's happening too.

'you've looked better.'

ava rolls her eyes and beatrice flicks you on the back of the head. 'so have you,' ava says, but you look hot and so you know by that lackluster insult she really is in a good deal of pain.

'ava's back is bad today,' beatrice says, as if that wasn't completely obvious from the way ava has a heating pad and special pillow and is propped up on the couch with korra attentively lying next to her, ready to get anything or alert if she needs to.

'lots of hand spasms,' ava says, 'which are the worst, who knew?'

the only reason you refrain from making a dirty joke is because you'd never want them to think you have ever, for one moment, thought about their sex life. 'well, i'm taking beatrice for a bit,' you say, which is just what ava asked for, 'so maybe some heavier duty pain meds and a nap? we can bring you a late lunch.'

you feel beatrice stiffen behind you. 'i need to be here today,' she says, clipped and anxious. 'what if ava —'

'what if i what, bea?' ava says, without any malice, but with a glint in her eye that even you know to be careful of. 'i just need to sleep today and watch some stupid tv. we can go through all my rehab exercises in the evening again, like we always do.'

beatrice's jaw is clenched, and she bites her bottom lip.

'bea,' ava says, and reaches for her hand, and, not for the first time at all, do you feel a little out of place. lonely, and sad, and aching: they are in love, however much it annoys you. there's a care there that you're fairly certain you will never have, and never be able to give.

'a few hours, beatrice,' you say. 'that's all.'

ava had texted that beatrice had been losing track of time and tasks all morning, which is a sign you'd all started to understand as a bad ptsd day, not infrequently leading to a panic attack or a flashback if she's left to her own devices. usually, they won't have bad days at the same time, some divine knowledge of something, but today the stars hadn't lined up.

but beatrice sighs and then nods: she knows herself, knows when her brain is misfiring or misaligned, when things aren't quite as real as they should be. ava's hands are in painful, involuntary fists and so it's up to you today, to hold beatrice's through it.

'great, now that that's settled,' you say, when she offers nothing else. you take her wrist and, just for fun, teleport her right into the middle of the ocean, until she's spluttering and yelling but then, blessedly, lets out a laugh. you teleport her right back to her shower and even ava is grinning from inside. 'get ready,' you tell her, throw a towel at her from the neat stack in their patio bin. 'see you in fifteen.'

'don't have too much fun catching up on vanderpump rules without me,' she says, color back in her cheeks and a clarity seeping into her eyes.

'i hate that show.'

'sure,' she says, dismissing you with a wave of her hand, and, fine, you do join ava on the couch, but it's only because he's high and divulges, eagerly, beatrice's latest cooking mishap. beatrice comes in from their bedroom a few minutes later, looking a little steadier still, in soft, tailored pants and an oversized t-shirt, tucked in precisely. she's put contacts in and has sunglasses slipped into the collar of her shirt, a thick, fancy watch on her wrist. ava, even in a lot of pain, looks like they might start drooling. 'great.' you fling a pair of pristine birkenstocks at beatrice, who catches them with a scowl, 'you look fine to be in public. let's go.'

'bye, baby,' ava says, frustratingly unfazed by you. beatrice smiles, gently, her eyes clear for the moment when all she has to focus on is ava, and kisses her forehead, gently cups her jaw in her hand. 'love you, have fun.'

'i love you too,' beatrice says.

'no fun,' you say, and ava's still laughing as you touch beatrice's elbow and teleport on your way.

/

'this is my sister, lilith,' beatrice introduces, and, like, whatever, your heart swells in your chest and you feel warm and kind. you sink into it — only for a moment.

'nice to meet you,' beatrice's barber says, offering her hand with a genuine, easy smile, not batting an eye that you and beatrice look absolutely nothing alike; you feel warm and kind again when you think about beatrice talking about you as her sister to people you've never met, that you matter to her enough to mention. 'i'm xavi.'

'xavi, cool.'

beatrice sits down in the chair, comfortable and present, even though her hands still shake, but it's clear that this is a space she's always been made to feel safe. somewhere she's always been made to feel seen, which you realized, over the past few years, she had never had, despite how much you had — and still do — still love her.

'same thing, bea?' xavi asks.

bea nods. 'you can take the skin fade up a little higher, i think. it just grows so fast.'

xavi nods. 'sounds good.'

and it's not like you don't spend a fair amount of your time with beatrice and ava, because they live somewhere beautiful and it brings you deep joy to annoy them, and, like, drag brunches and queer bars are admittedly very fun, but to see your sister just be is kind of moving. and maybe she realizes that too, that it's special you're here, that it's special you're allowed to be here, in this space that is very much hers, the quiet hum of the clippers in the background, while she chats with her barber about the latest ridiculous episodes of love island — which, yes, you have watched; yes, you do participate in the conversation after beatrice includes you immediately, because you're only so strong and it's always been a summer tradition of yours to watch nightly — and they laugh together. you laugh too, and then all of a sudden beatrice is crying, and xavi turns the clippers off carefully. beatrice snakes a hand out from under her cape and tries to wipe her eyes.

'i apologize,' she says, really trying to get it under control. 'i — sorry.'

'she's having a weird day,' you offer, and beatrice nods with a sniffle. you don't bother to explain further — that's beatrice's to tell, if she ever wants to — but it seems to calm beatrice a little bit.

'sorry,' she says again. 'i — i'm just happy to be here,' she says, adds a quiet, 'as i am,' and xavi just squeezes her shoulder.

'i'm happy about that too.'

beatrice lets out a big breath and steadies herself; you feel relieved too that you won't have to deal with a panic attack in the middle of a barber shop while beatrice's hair isn't nearly faded properly. 'i never cry.'

you roll your eyes. 'if by "never" you mean five to ten times a week...'

beatrice shoots you a glare through the mirror and you just grin, all teeth.

xavi laughs a little and turns the clippers back on. 'it's okay,' she says. 'you're secret's safe with me.'

/

admittedly, beatrice's hair does look great, a clean fade and a little messy pomade on top, but you've already complimented her on this haircut twice so you're certainly not doing that again. you walk with her along the street her barbershop is on, that she knows well and it hits you quietly that you know it well too. you don't have a home — you haven't had a home in a while — but this might come close.

years ago, before the war, before all of it, on a bad day the two of you would go at it for hours sparring, blood on your knuckles and along your teeth and once mother superion had been irate when you got such a good shot in beatrice's eye was swollen shut for days — but there is no war anymore. there are small battles, but beatrice hasn't fought since she got hurt; even though she's better now, with a sturdy rod down her femur and scars that don't seem to bother her much down her abdomen, you think, unofficially, that she's not ever going to fight again.

you don't have the same fate, you know, but for today you look beautiful in an easy bright blue shift dress and sunglasses, your hair dark and long, and beatrice's hands have stopped shaking.

'sushi?' you ask, a reach, maybe, but when she smiles you know you were right.

it makes you realize, too, when you sit down at a restaurant you've come to so many times with her — and ava, too — that you know the server, who greets you both by name and brings you shishito peppers and spicy edamame without you even having to order. beatrice relaxes in her chair after a second on the patio, lets out another deep breath.

'all right?'

she takes her sunglasses off and nods. 'thank you.'

you shake your head. 'you're my sister.'

you mean it: i have not forgotten who you are; i have not forgotten who i am. you mean it: i love you. even if the words get stuck in your chest, even if you can't quite say them — you mean it.

'plus,' you say, 'you're paying, and i'm ordering the best sake on the menu.'

she laughs, bright and easy, and shrugs. 'you know the catholic church and my horrible parents are footing the bill anyway. we should order whatever we want.'

you remember when you were nineteen and beatrice was brand new to the ocs, how much you felt frustrated by her, deeply: she was earnest, and so serious, and very hurt, but kind in a way you never could be. the pressure sat heavy on both of your shoulders, but she held it with grace. 'could you have imagined this life when we first met?'

she seems as surprised by your question as you are that you even asked it, but her smile is easy and she runs a hand along her buzzed hair with a laugh. 'i think i would have had a heart attack if anyone had told me even a sliver of what my life is now.'

you wait a beat but then you do laugh, because it's true. your server brings you your sake and some sashimi you'd ordered, along with some scallops that are your favorite. ava sends a text in the group chat the three of your have — which you refuse to really participate in, but fine — saying that she's doing fine, that she had to take a fever reducer but korra's been on top of anything she needed to get so ava hasn't had to try to get up, that the protein smoothie beatrice had made her had been fine and she's just going to try to sleep some more. it makes beatrice relax even more, palpably, and you understand, in some way.

'you've retired, haven't you?'

she calmly swallows her tuna and then puts down her chopsticks. 'fighting? yes.'

it's simple and it's big and it's quiet. you knew already.

'but i'll be around. you know i enjoy research, archival, collaborations with jillian. i'm not — this will always be part of my life.' it's unspoken too: you will always be part of my life. and you know she means it.

'good,' you say, and for the first time in longer than you can really remember it feels like you're able to offer a benediction.

her eyes are soft as the clouds burn off, finally, as the afternoon turns warm. 'i — i want to live a long life.'

you can't say anything, but you can nod. you want that too — for her, for all of you. 'plus,' you say, 'ava was even worse than normal when you got blown up.'

she rolls her eyes, as glad for the levity as you are. you drink more sake and order more sushi and laugh as you watch people walk by on the street and beatrice offers — delightfully and playfully kind of mean — commentary about some of them. she's been your person for a long time, you remember, her gentleness despite bullets and arrows and bombs, despite holy wars, despite knuckles — yours, or hers, or both — split open to the bone. beatrice holds her chopsticks easily, steadily, and the scars on the tops of her hands shine white in the sun, but they've faded. you can only see them if you know where to look.

hey daph!

Can i just say guys, holy fucking macaroni, like. I know i say this a lot, but the reception for hunger au has been like NOTHING ive ever experienced before, and im so incredibly grateful for it. Genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much-- writing hunger au has probably been my best overall experience of 2023 and thats all thanks to yalls lovely comments, bookmarks, kudos, and asks i get in my inbox about it. It's hard to believe this is real sometimes, you guys just blow me away ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Its still several hours from midnight for me, but i wanted to wish everyone a preemptive happy new year anyways :] heres to another year of hunger au, which is so very far from being finished, and i cant wait to keep writing it for yall!!!!! :DD and again, thank you guys so so much for such a crazy and wonderful response to my self indulgent fic, because without it this never would have grown to be what it is today❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Happy New Year everybody!!!! 🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆 See yall in 2024!!! :D

If you want to write another long fanfic you should totally write about akademiya zandik and reader!! Perhaps about their escapades during class trips..? :) or maybe dottore and reader on their honeymoon vacation after getting married!! (I’m sorry but for Pantalone but I can’t come up with anything good for him :( maybe you could write how reader and him met and how they fell inlove?)

Perhaps even the other anons suggestion about making fragile!reader revive their beloved and having to reincorporate him into the new modern teyvat

This could all be made into a series, but these are just suggestions.. I know you’ve made like a TON of fics that include Zandik & reader in the akademiya, it’s just so hard to not explore every moment of their time in the akademiya >:( 💔

However, all I know is that I NEED more dottore fanfics smooches.. your fanfics are literally amazing and your brain needs to be studied like tomorrow 😍❤️

-🎺 anon

TRUST ME I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE ABOUT AKADEMIYA DOTTORE !! it's just that i feel like i exhausted like all of my ideas, i dont know what i could add or write extra about without it being repetitive ifykim? 😭 (princiipis amoris is still one of my fav fics i wrote :3) however i will definitely think about their escapades... perhaps i may be able to cook up something haha! (they definitely did some crazy things together 😭) (you two definitely left the group expedition to kiss somewhere in private!! 😌 and Zandik's experiments too of course-) and the honeymoon... 🥺 will definitely think about that as well hehe you know fluff is my specialty! For Pantalone, i already did that with my childhood friends piece and i am 100% set of childhood friends to lovers with that man 😭

But omg yes the fragile reader idea... AHH imagining reviving him when all the Fatui business is done and gone, no more Harbingers and you're just a regular person now waiting for the day you can finally revive your beloved. 😭 (it's my excuse to write domestic Dottore and reader in a setting that semi-makes sense)

Haha yes, i've definitely made a ton of Dottore content but i'm not stopping anytime soon (i'm addicted) and thank you for loving my fics 🎺 anon, that's very much appreciated 🥺

Are you planning on continuing Reprieve? :-)

Absolutely! I know it's been a HOT MINUTE 😩 but I'm chipping away at it as we speak 💗

After I finally get Part 2 up and out of my damn hands at last, I'm going to be changing how I update because I'm learning that this method of doing larger updates of 8-10 pages is not working for me lol.

I'll likely start uploading small batches of 2-4 pages as I finish them so that updates come quicker – and for my own sanity as well 😵‍💫

I'm definitely one of those artists that work better when I can sit down and crank out a finished drawing in one sitting or at most a couple of days because the longer I have to spend on it, the more it feels like it just drags on 😮‍💨 I probably should have just done this from the start but I might have overestimated my ability to adapt to doing long-form comics for the first time 🥲

🧐 IN CONCLUSION 🧐 I think the shorter 2-4 page updates will be nice to be able to post for Reprieve more often while also satisfying my brain's need to feel like I'm completing finished pieces/pages faster 🫠

I hope that's okay with you guys! 👉👈

But until then, I'm gonna go hole myself up until I get this longer Part 2 update complete! Wish me luck~

How would Rainbow​ Dee​ react to getting a huge book filled with facts and adorable illustrations?

@shibuyatoastedcursor/@shibuya-toasted-with-extra-cream /@shibuya-toast

~ Omg that’s so sweet of ya I love to read and listen about facts and stuff and seeing illustrations too ;w; that’s how Rainbow Dee would react say hehe I’m so happy too <3 have a happy thank doodle of her :)🌈💫🌟

https://twitter.com/uarmyvibe/status/1727331020306039140?t=aSmg7i4rpKxQXcOVxozENw&s=19

hobi hugs young soldiers i'm dying he's the sweetest man alive 😭

"got more hugs from him than from his mom and dad" im actually gonna cry shut up he is the sweetest n most caring person </3

I don’t think it’s morning in Australia but it’s morning where I am so,

Good morning merms! How are you feeling today?

good morning anon!!! 🥹 i hope it’s shaping up to be a clear day, wherever you are. ☀️ how are u feeling today?

i’m—okay. 🥹🥹🥹 a little extra sniffly but it’s not a bad thing, i’m just extra-touched by things today. 🥹🥹🥹 like, earlier i saw a tiktok someone made about like—not having drawn in a while, when they used to love it, and the comments made me so sad. 🥺

it was kinda relatable. 😭 i think a lot of creatives must go through a speed-run version of this, especially now with social media. ☹️ i miss the days i wrote my silly little ideas in my notebooks and made my friends listen to me as i read them out, LOL. they weren’t good but creating them was fun. 🥺 not that creating isn’t fun, now, it’s just—not the same anymore. it’s different, i guess. 🥹

but that’s the weepy stuff!!! today i walked out from voting and like—it was late afternoon and had started to drizzle, lightly, but the wind was blowing so it sent the rain skittering through the latelight like a tiny shower of diamonds and the cockatoos on the powerlines overhead all cawed and swung on their perches like they were protesting getting wet, LOL, and idk. after my sniffles it was a good reminder that nothing really matters in the long run lmaooo. you either do things you love or you find new ones. 🌷

🥺🥺🥺 not 2 be sappy on main but omg I actually started off in Deviantart ages ago, that was the closest thing to social media for me until the tumblr migration lol. But I never really interacted with people on there, and even upon moving to tumblr, never really interacted with people here too often either. At first I had my main blog which was meant to be more professional since I was selling art to get a little college income, so I didn't really make too many irrelevant posts. Then I decided that I wanted to be able to reblog art and support other artists, so I made a side blog where I carefully curated and tagged the posts I reblogged. I made a few original posts but no one ever interacted, and eventually I realized that people only ever sent me asks there if I tagged anything wrong. Also I found out that adding stuff like series and character tags to a reblog on tumblr is basically useless because the op will pretty much always tag those things which makes it searchable on your own blog even if you don't tag it yourself. And if op DIDN'T tag it those things, your tags will make the post searchable on your blog but NOT in the general search, so it doesn't give op any more of a boost than just reblogging it tagless. So I made another sideblog, which I still have today, and I just rapidfire reblog literally anything I find shareworthy lol. Not any interaction there but at least I'm not wasting my time meticulously tagging strangers posts hsfjdlshfks. Since I was best friends with a big name fan in my main fandom (we became friends when I left a long emotional comment on their fanfic btw <3), I helped run some small fandom events and met more people as well. When I switched fandoms, it was a fandom event that gave me a new friend too, my posts never got any traction. Large fandom discords didn't really work for me either. But on this blog I was lucky, and for the first time people started like actually responding to my comments and posts, and get conversations going! And genuinely that's what's kept my brain rot so powerful I think, because bouncing ideas off each other and joking around and shitposting is genuinely the most fun I've ever had online!! I have to thank desta and oatmeal for the fun times especially, and hillbilly---man left really nice comments on my first few fics that really encouraged me, and I always have fun trading ideas with alienn, saikikthoughts, and crookedlyinnernightmare, plus everyone else who's on here, that's too many people to type out. AND I TYPED UP A BUNCH MORE STUFF BUT TUMBLR FUCKING DELETED IT!! Are you shitting me.... Well I think I remember saying that even if it's been getting kinda quiet and boring lately so my attention is starting to wander (I've pretty much posted all of the meta that's not deep fanfic hc at this point and my drawings take me a long time to make), I'll never delete this blog and I'll still be putzing around online until the day I die probably. And I'll always remember these days fondly and hope to find another great community like this one. And also I highly encourage everyone to post, reply, interact, and play with fellow fans! I've made lifelong friendships over blorbos and even if we don't have the same blorbos any more, we're still friends. Obviously stay safe online, never send money to strangers, probably wait like a year to start shipping each other stuff but still, reach out because you never know who you might meet! I've been lonely irl for most of my life for various reasons, and my online friends have been a lifeline honestly, they're all really important to me. Two of my best friends today come from fanfic comment sections!! Also I need to get around to archiving my meta on AO3 lol (yup, it's for meta too!) but that's gonna be a lot of work so -_-U).

Im so obsessed with your makeup it's so subtle and gorgeous?? How do you do it??

STOP UR SO NICE!!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺

i usually brush an earthy tone into my eyelid crease then either put glitter or a skin coloured shadow all over my lid, then like. eyeliner. the way aishwarya does it in the 90s because we have the same eye shape so i stole her style skdksks

the rest is just liquid blush and a neutral lipstick :D and then highlighter

Cockroach been getting his spinach and protein in, he’s big n strong now..proud of him

average cockroach meal

Hi hi! I just wanted to say that you and a few other creators have genuinely inspired me to start my own Grian!Watcher fic! Your writing style and stories are just so freaking cool that it made the writing side of my brain start to itch, and now I just can’t stop xD

Anyways, sorry for the mini ramble, I just wanted you to know that the Hunger AU is freaking AWESOME, and you’re freaking awesome, and thank you so much for sharing your writing with us!!

THIS IS SO SWEET.... AUAGHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH WHAT A NICE COMPLIMENT???? im so happy and excited that ive managed to inspire you!!! Im really glad you like my writing so much and i hope you have a fantastic time creating your own fic, i truly cannot put into words how amazing it feels knowing i've helped give you the inspo to create something new just by sharing hunger au 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️