keep walking the path you choose

[keronousse]

I’m doing a Giveaway for the Game grumps VHS i’ve made! I made three of them ! So i’m giving one for this giveaway! It’s the blue one! It’s a VHS box with a real VHS inside, it’s signed (with my twitter name @ woudiM)! I ship worldwide (From France!)

Rules :

Must be following me!

reblog this post To enter!

The winner will be picked August 11 !

you must have your askbox open so i can contact you! That’s all! Good luck!

[xx-wheredoyouwanttosit-xx-deact]

Look to your left. The first thing you see is what you would hoard as a dragon.

[wakanasonozaki]

star wars themed pez dispensers

[dramaticbanjo]

chairs. specifically, dining room set ones.

[fozzie]

little book to introduce kids to being trans. might finish if i have time

[marlowelune]

and a special shoutout to non-binary people who present in the way associated with their assigned gender whether it’s sometimes or all the time; whether it’s because you love to dress that way, or because you feel it does express your non-binary gender, or because you’re closeted, or because you don’t have access to the clothes you’d prefer; you are non-binary as hell and your presentation is valid. 

[holy-empress]

Hi ! I decided to open commissions recently on twitter for fics as a mean to start supporting myself. Here's some additional info not included in the pictures above.

I will take commissions involving self-inserts/oc x canon character, polyamorous ships, and am also willing to write reader x character fanfiction if asked.

I won't write anything involving Celebrity & Real People, as well as furry smut (but furry characters are okay). There is also some kinks I'm not willing to explore, I will let you know if that's the case.

I'm opening seven slots for drabbles and one slot for longfic at the moment, and might open more in the future if this first attempt is sucessful.

All the fandoms I've listed I'm very familiar with, but I would suggest taking a shot if you feel I might be able to write anything from a serie that's not listed here (typically, obscure videogames, I have a soft spot for those).

Feel free to be as detailed as you'd like in your email request ! I'll be more than happy to include any important headcanons and it does make my job easier if you tell me what your pet peeves are regarding your favorite characters and such.

I charge an extra for original characters, smut, and complex Au (vague « royalty au », « mermaid au » prompts and such, however, are 100 % free) since they do take me a lot more time to complete.

I think that's it for now ! Thank you for reading and maybe considering commissionning me !

[badley]

themes commonly found in international friendships

- ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’ - ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’ - alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again - ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’ - weird slang terms - ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’ - vague embarrassment regarding ur accent - ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’ - ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’ - no real hugs :(( - suffering - fahrenheit vs celsius - the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably

[holy-empress]

Gaming Night

I gave myself a break from dramatic stuff and wrote a little casual kaimiwa fluff yesterday night. Crossposted to AO3 here, it’s in a setting in which they’re dating, as always. 

It's only after he finishes brushing his teeth that he notices the faint light coming from the living room – and checks the clock to see that it's indeed way too late to be still awake, when his boyfriend, unlike him, didn't have the next day off.

- Toshiki… don't you think it's about time you got to bed ? He asks, sleepily.

He doesn't get an answer.

His boyfriend is sitting on the couch, a Wii controller in his hand, shaking it with incredible precision – and he sighs, because it's his fault, really, for enabling him into this. The box was still perfectly visible, under the tv, taunting him, with the price tag as well. Off course, the sale had appealed to his cheap instincts, and it was just too good, to be able to make his lover happy for less than five euros, but everything in his heart screamed regret right now.

« Cooking Mama » had seemed like the ideal choice. Toshiki enjoyed video games just as much as he did, from a variety of genres, from epic fantasy adventures – as to be expected, from someone who loved dragons so much – to much more mundane stuff like the Sims. It was also an habit left from the time he'd spent living on his own because game made for good company (especially back when he was just too guilt-ridden to call anyone over) and helped him let go of negatives thoughts. He never had to ask to know that focusing on a better, albeit imaginary life had been important in the past for Toshiki. In fact, he even found it to be a little endearing, how his boyfriend always named his heroes after himself – the mental image of all the journeys these other versions of « Kai » had been on.

It reminded him of one of the thing he'd always admired about him – his great imagination, the ability to picture a world and a future so beautiful he just had to want to be part of it, so he could feel amazing as well, painted in the vivid colors of Toshiki's images, in shades of happiness nobody had experienced before. He smiles at the thought – he belonged there, now, between the dragons and the fantasy novels, among the list of things Kai Toshiki happened to genuinely love.

But his relationship with Cooking Mama was different, he realized as he stared at his lover's emerald eyes, focused completly on the tv screen – apparently trying to chop some vegetables for a recipe. He'd gotten used to the mechanics of the game, even without playing it himself. It was the perfect fit for someone as methodical and task-focused as Toshiki, who loved to follow easy steps, and repeat actions until he'd mastered them. He played it during the week, to blow off steam after a hard day of work, but he hadn't anticipated his obsession with the cooking game at all.

Only a few more seconds, and the minigame is over. « Very good », it says on the screen, and he notices his boyfriend answering to Mama's dazzling smile instinctively.

- You really love her, don't you ? You big sentimental idiot, he finally comments, but his heart is melting at the cuteness of the scene.

Maybe they understand each other on another, he thinks. Enough to prompt him to keep playing at such late hours – which really was a feat, considering how much his boyfriend cherished sleeping above most of his hobbies – just for that smile, and that line, just as skilled as Mama that leaves him wondering about all the childhood his lover could have had with actual, decent parents. Images of the younger Toshiki pops in mind, and he can't help but imagine what that child could have done with someone to cook with, to praise him – to care, about his many talents, instead of his awful aunt that always belittled him. He'd only had a few opportunities to meet with his family, but it had been sufficient for them to showcase their opinions of their nephew – and he remembered, being offended on his behalf, angry against those people, the same who'd left him alone, back when he was sad and depressed enough to turn against the entire world. He wasn't the kind to hate anybody out of principle – yet, Toshiki's family was the exception.

But everything was alright now that he was there to care, to compliment, to make him feel loved at every hour of the day, and make up for the mistreatments of the past. Just like his boyfriend's great imagination, his affection could repaint reality as well – make blue skies out of gloomy days.

Or at least, he liked to believe so.

- You're the sentimental idiot, Toshiki protests as he moves over to let him sit on the couch.

- Sure, he singsongs, and makes himself comfortable against his boyfriends arm.

There's something especially enjoyable about the situation – just laying there, next to the person he loves the most, in the darkness of the living room, and off course, Toshiki looks pretty, even when he's nerding out like this and that the dishes he was supposed to wash earlier are probably still sitting in the sink at that moment – he smiles, at his own ridiculousness, because, from an outsider's viewpoint, what would be an incredibly boring evening seems like paradise to him. It's enough.

- So what have you been doing with Mama ? He asks as Toshiki keeps playing.

- We're making udon.

He stares at the screen for a while, back and forth to the game and his boyfriends hands who shake with precise, regular motions – his seriousness a stark contrast to joyful, silly graphics in front of him.

- Wait, udon ? Isn't that the one you were already doing earlier ?

- I didn't get the perfect score last time, he protests sternly.

He hesitates between laughing and getting mad, at the fact that Toshiki's been trying to perfect the same recipe for three hour straights, but decides to just ignore it entirely, because it's just so  typically him, and it's his responsability as the adult of the house to take the matter into his hand, so he takes the controller away from his boyfriend, stops him from commenting with a single kiss – and he frowns, but accepts his fate nonetheless.

- Mama's telling you to go to sleep, imbecile, he says as he turns the tv off.

He grabs a few blankets on the way – he knows Toshiki's probably too tired to go through the supreme effort of walking to the bedroom, so he comes back to lay against him, just like they did during their movie marathons. His boyfriend is cold, as always, so he puts his arms over him, to draw him just a bit nearer – and warm him up, maybe, though the feeling of his soft hair against his neck his also immensely pleasurable as well. Toshiki always seemed small, against him – no matter how strong he was, he just had the instinct to protect him, hold him close, to chase the nightmare away and make sure he had the peaceful sleep he deserved.

- If I catch you cheating on me with Mama again, you're sleeping alone on that couch, got it ? He whispers, eyes half-open.

- I just wanted to get that Udon right, his boyfriend whines weakly.

But he notices that Toshiki's hand is holding his –  absent-mindly caressing his skin, and he feels a warm radiance in his chest, the serenity of a love that didn't need the extraordinary, the prowesses anymore to feel true, and to feel right as well.

(Because the faith his boyfriend puts in him is brilliant like a star.)

[1o1o1o1o1o1o1o1o1o1o1]

2 love live prints I made several months ago but…. never posted!

long live the yuri * q *

[championofvael-deactivated20160]

“I love that character,” I say as I come up with upsetting headcanons for them. “Absolutely adore them,” I tell you as I bunny up sad story ideas for them. “They’re my favorite,” I sigh as I pick the most depressing songs for a playlist for them.

“I just want them to be happy,” I insist as I write horribly angsty oneshots centered around their misery.

[clairesclitpiercing]

“My son,“ I say as I think warmly about his broken body huddled on the ground.

[mattsunsthighs]

“Protect this child,” I whisper as i write their death

[katworu-nagisa]

YamaYachi

YamaYachi

YamaYachi

YAMAYACHI

YAMAYACHI

YAMAYACHI

YAMAYACHI

YAMAYACHI

YAMAYACHI

Y A M A Y A C H I

…ya feel

[holy-empress]

me, on a date:

that's the joke, me on a date

[leviadrache-deactivated20201229]

"i can’t even look at you." + kaimiwa

Onlya few moment after Kai spots Miwa in the crowd at the airport, he isalready being pulled into a fierce hug. He can’t remember beinghugged like this, with arms tightly around his body and a chin on his shoulder and warm breathagainst his neck and, ah. Miwa got taller, it seems. It might beuncomfortable for Kai, who usually likes to keep his personal space,well, personal. But he is too used to Miwa’s touch to mind andtoo tired from the flight to be bothered by Miwa’s warm body pressedagainst his.

“Kai!How are you?”

“Hmm,”he nods and feels Miwa’s hair rubbing against his cheek. Miwalaughs and runs one of his hands through Kai’s hair.

“It’sa shame I can’t even look at you when we talk on the phone.”

“Wehad video chats,” Kai says, but Miwa shakes his head.

“It’snot the same as seeing you in person.”

Asif Miwa’s trying to put emphasis on his point, he leans closer topress their lips together. It’s short kiss, but it lasts long enoughfor Miwa to notice the dryness of Kai’s lips and the smell of hisbreath. He makes a small note in his mind to remind his boyfriend todrink more water later. There’s a grin on his face as he pulls awayfrom Kai, just in time to notice something faltering in Kai’sexpressions.

Helooks a little softer, close to content and it makes Miwa smile,before he leans in for another kiss. Really, there are too manythings that don’t work during phone calls.

[antivancoffeelover]

anonymously tell me what my specialty as a fanfiction writer is

[beautifulfic-deactivated2016081]

Oh, yes please. This would be AMAZING as I’m trying to get back into my mojo <3

[bookshop]

this is the ultimate fanfic writer’s meme why did it take us so long *__* hit me please (and i’ll hit back)!

[holy-empress]

Twitter isn’t letting me posting this today, so I’ll be using tumblr for once! Here’s something I drew yesterday, some night time creatures just hanging out.

[sad-dest-blog]

i think the saddest type of crying is when the person is saying completely nothing but tears are coming out of there eyes and then you know they’ve really been hurt

[queerenwalkerr]

Non-cutesy self-care tips

Have you been eating well? If not, eat a piece of fruit or a handful of nuts. You need vitamins; you need protein.

You’re probably not drinking enough water.

When is the last time you showered? Take a cold shower to wake you up or a hot shower if you need to relax.

Do the laundry that’s been piling up. You’ve been wearing that sweatshirt for too long.

Take care of the dishes in the sink that have been there for three days and have started to stress you out.

Did you brush your teeth this morning? How about your hair?

Listen to the messages on your phone that have been there for days.

Go outside for at least a couple minutes. You don’t even have to do anything; just sit down. Breathe in the fresh air and get some vitamin D.

Open your blinds. Your room is too dark and it’s probably making you tired.

Spend some time with your pet. Pet them, feed them, take them for a walk or clean out their litterbox. Caring for them will make you feel useful and responsible and give you something to do.

The self-care posts that tell you to take a bath and eat chocolate and read a book are good, but do what needs to be done first. Eating chocolate when you haven’t showered in four days and you can’t remember when the last time you changed your underwear was won’t make you feel better. It will probably make you feel worse. Clean yourself up; clean your surroundings up. Then take care of the little things. Tackle life one thing at a time.

[leviadrache-deactivated20201229]

kaimiwa 12 if im not too late?

thingsyou said when you thought i was asleep

“It’sgood to have you back,” Miwa mumbles as he snuggles up closer against Kai.Despite various protesting from Kai’s side, he still insists onsleeping on Kai’s room. The Dragon Empire Branch prepared this room in some hotel for Kai since he came all the way from Europe.

“Istill don’t understand why you can’t just sleep at your place.”

Miwahas to laugh. He forgot how cute it sounds to hear Kai Toshiki huff.“Well, I wouldn’t mind sleeping at my place. But you’ll have to joinme then.”

Kaisighs. Tries to shuffle and turn around, but Miwa doesn’t let him ashe refuses to move his head from Kai’s chest. “Stop trying to runaway.”

“I’mnot.”

“Sureyou are!”

Anothersigh. Kai shuffles some more, fumbles with the pillow under his head,adjusts the blankets, until Miwa wonders if Kai’s trying to takerevenge on Miwa. Like he’strying to say: If you don’t let me sleep on my own, I’llmake sure neither of us gets any sleep.

Ridiculous,huh?

Hecan’t fool Miwa though. Because Miwa notices Kai’s steady and calmbreathing and how his shoulders aren’t tense for once. The small hintof a smile that find its way on Kai’s face as he slowly dozes off.

“GuessI’m not the only one who missed someone.” Miwa looks up at Kai,strokes the brown hair. It’s still the same mess it used to be. Thethought of combing it properly hits Miwa. At least for theirappearance on stage tomorrow. He knows he can convince Kai through one way or another. 

Not much time passes until Miwacan feel how he starts dozing off too. His fingers are still tanglesin Kai’s hair when he quietly hears Kai mumble.

“Yeah,missed you too.”