Holy Mother Of God This Is So Sweet!!! Your Art's Awesome. This Is Freaking Amazing, And I Love It

Jean: Is something burning?

Lisa, leaning seductively against the counter: Just my desire for you

Jean: The toaster is on fire

Inazuma Eleven Ares no Tenbi fic :)

Girlboss/Malewife but it’s always the brunette/ginger duo

This is very true

i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment. 

every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change. 

I feel like this happened at some point

[3am]

Hiroto: Haizaki, wake up.

Haizaki,annoyed: What is it?

Hiroto: When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?

Haizaki:

Hiroto:

Haizaki: What the actual fuck-

A prompt about mirrors please? Thank you!

i knew i had ten million mirror prompts sprinkled throughout the blog so i found them for you instead of taking your request, i hope that's acceptable, big love, - L

We found the mirror in a corner of the basement, ancient, grimy and full length. Three days later the curse expired, and it turned back into a woman. 

I put a mirror in the forest, and it drew out all sorts. No otherworldly thing can resist their own image

When we got home, we saw the storm had smashed all of our mirrors. The china was fine. The glass in the windows was intact. But the door was open, and our mirrors were in pieces.

The house was filled with thousands of mirrors. Some were blue, or green. Some held no reflection, and some rippled like a puddle if you looked too long.

‘Shattering a mirror’ always referred to dreams. And it wasn’t seven years of bad luck. It was seven years of no sleep.

They always frightened me, the children with mirror eyes. They appeared mostly in ceremonies, draped in silver and silk, quiet and unblinking.

I found an old green mirror in our attic. “Keep it covered!” said my mother, “It’s the only door left!” *

I sew my wings on every morning after breakfast. You need a sharp needle and two or three mirrors, but by now I’ve got the hang of it.

It’s hard to properly dispose of dark spirits, but any mirror makes a good cage. Each morning I brush my teeth, my reflection crowded between a very long waiting list.

At the age of eleven, my parents nervously allowed me to see the family heirloom. They asked me what I thought of the painting, and cried when I said it looked like a mirror.

I wake up in a house I don’t recognize. In the bathroom mirror, my reflection leans in without me, and whispers: “play along.”

My great aunt owned a Perfect Mirror. Highly volatile and dangerous in the wrong hands, it was one of five.

toxic husbands (they’re waiting for ahsoka to come pick them up for bingo)

So this realization came to me like a fucking lightning bolt, and I submit for your approval…

The OT3: [it was impossible to find a picture with Jaskier, Yennefer, and Geralt together I did my best]

The bottom:

The bottom who thinks he’s a top:

And the top:

🕸🕷👻🦇🎃Halloween Cakes🎃🦇👻🕷🕸

(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)

Kidou: I have very high standards-

Endou walks in, tripping and falling face first on the floor: Ouch, hi guys.

Kidou: I want him.