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[featherfangart]

I promised and here they are! Look at them! Aaahh! ❤️

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[erwinsvow]

please do bsf rafe flirting with reader while he’s drunk and she’s trying to put him to bed but he just cuddles her and tells her how much he has feelings for her

this with kook trio readerrr omg <3 in my head, rafe's version of admitting feelings is being aggressively posessive. when they finally start dating shes like why didnt you say something sooner? and hes like wym ive been claiming you since the start

you were so used to rafe taking care of you—bringing you home to tannyhill with him, making sure you took a tylenol before you fell asleep on his bed, a clean frat shirt of his waiting for you in the bathroom.

he was such a good friend to you. when times like this came along, you tried your best to repay the favor.

you think rafe's got it easier, though. he alway manhandles you into position, can carry you up the stairs when you're stumbling and force the pill and water down your throat when you're resisting. you're usually too drunk to remember rafe's hand on your jaw, opening your mouth for you and trying to coax you into taking it, telling you repeatedly you'll be grateful he did it in the morning.

"you are such a dick," you mutter, staring at the bottle of tylenol in your hand and the empty cup of water on the nightstand. he's just spilled the water all over his floor in a drunken stupor, and you suddenly hate that he ever made you feel bad about how much he has to take care of you when you're the drunk one.

rafe is ten times worse than you could ever be.

"thinkin 'bout my dick, are'ya?" he slurs back at you, and then laughs at his own joke. he's laying flat on his bed now, still in the same clothes he wore to the party, shoes and watch still on. getting him into the house and up the stairs was hard enough, even with top and kelce's help, but they'd jumped ship the second you got rafe into bed.

"all yours now, princess," kelce said, grabbing the keys to his car.

"yeah, good luck. i've never seen him so drunk," top adds.

"you're both just leaving me with him?" you cry out, but the hallway is empty when you finally get your wrist out of rafe's grip. rafe had mumbled something from his position, but you hadn't heard it.

twenty minutes later, you still hadn't gotten rafe to drink any water or change his clothes. all his energy seemed to be focused on getting you to curl up next to him.

"c'mon! just get into bed, m'fuckin tired-" he grumbles again, latching onto your arm while you try to at least get his shoes off.

"you can't sleep with your sneakers on, rafe-"

"who cares? i like my sneakers-"

"that's great, but your sheets-"

"but not as much as i like you. hah. that's fuckin' cheesy." you turn to look at your drunken best friend, his flushed cheeks and the way his eyes are closed while talking to you. you laugh, unable to hold it back.

"thanks, rafe. i like you too. enough to get your shoes off because you will so regret this tomorrow morning."

"don't regret anything." his eyes open, staring at you while you stare at his shoes. "shit. you're pretty."

you don't even address his comment—he's drunk beyond belief and you know you're pretty. after you untie his laces for him, he kicks off his shoes. you sigh a breath of relief.

"okay, rafe, do you want to sleep in these clothes or should i find pajamas?"

"how 'bout we sleep naked? there's an idea."

"stop being a perv. otherwise i'm gonna go cuddle with kelce instead." you laugh to yourself—the whole thing is a joke. you and rafe don't cuddle, at least not on purpose. you go to bed facing him but somehow always wake up with your limbs tangled and your hair in his face.

"sure. if you want me to kill kelce."

"oh my god, dramatic much?" you turn back to rafe to see if he's laughing, but he's not, looking right at you and sitting up.

"m'not kidding. don't joke about that. you're fuckin' mine, don't forget it."

he lays back down. you pause, eyebrows knitting while you think about the sentence rafe just said. he's drunk, so he must be joking. right?

"c'mon wanna sleep. get into bed." he grumbles again, and you comply, still a little shellshocked. you turn off the lamp and get into bed, and you don't even feel surprised when rafe pulls you in. you rest your head against his chest, and you don't stop thinking about what he said until you fall asleep.

[pamivie]

❝ hey hey , hold it right there --- ❞ and all the hate has risen from her , her voice is soft , like tempting a stray , her anthurium veitchii has begun to open it's petals as the man steps closer to her , something unknown and unseen before of the rare potted sapling .

❝ just , stop moving . ❞ pamela's hand coaxes the flower , moves towards it slowly , trying to listen in a sea of voices of the earth . ❝ he likes you . he doesn't like anyone . ❞

@kryptonien liked (accepting).

[hatsune-kun]

hi Ethan! sending you lots of love and kisses from ALL your F/O’s at once! but MIKU ESPECIALLY has told me that she loves you very much and wants you to be happy 🩵

AAAAA MIKUUUUUU <33333 eee my wiiiife omgg tysm,,,,, ToT ToT ToT <333

[altraviolet]

Just wanted to say I'm SO thankful for your writing critique posts. Genuinely, they've been more helpful than my entire BA in creative writing that I'm in debt for 😭 it's been so bizarrely hard to find good writing advice because so many people seem to only give the most rudimentary advice (literally my final writing classes had the revolutionary advice of: "your story... should have conflict 😌"). Even at workshops, teachers have either completely missed the genre of my shorts (and ik it's not a me issue because my classmates will get it completely) or just give a vague "👍 looks good". It's completely screwed me over for things where we get marked externally because I haven't received any advice or actual mentoring.

Sorry this was kinda venty, I just wanted to really impress how much I absolutely value your writing critiques and I hope you keep making more! And I really hope to see your book on shelves one day ❤️

oh!! thank you so much!! :u ! <3

I'm glad the posts are helping you! I'm sorry you're not getting the kind of info you need from your college program. If your classmates get your writing, you could maybe ask them if they want to be critique partners (outside of class- or if you're all done with classes, are you still in touch with anyone?), or form some kind of writing club, or something like that. If you're super shy like me, maybe that kind of thing would be intimidating to start, but since they seem to be on your wavelength... you could give it a shot :D

If you ever have questions about critique or writing, please feel free to drop it in my ask box! I wasn't sure if people were enjoying the critique posts I was making, but this message indicates a strong Yes, so thank you :)

if I hadn't already given back that copy of Gothikana, I would pick another page or so to dissect xD

but! maybe some demonstrations of strong writing would be good, too?

hmm! :)

also, just to be transparent, I don't have a writing degree or a background in literature. I took as many creative writing courses as I could in college, but my degree is in Science. the knowledge I have is from reading a lot in my childhood, practicing a lot, and listening to people talk about what works

but yeah, if there's anything specific I can help you with, let me know :) and best of luck with your work! 💎❣️

[clownmoontoon]

PRECIOUS ANON WHO SENT THE ASK ABOUT MOON'S PLAYLIST I LOVED IT SM IM DRAWING A RESPONSE FOR U AND PROMMY IVE SEEN YOUR ASK AND LOVE U LOVE U THE ANSWER IS COMINGGGNGGN <3<3

[mutatedangels-a]

"no amount of love can keep anyone safe." (Tobi/Jamie)

@octoberscrye //

It was funny to hear that and feel the way that Jamie felt about it. If she had said it to him decades ago, before Avery, he would have been in complete and utter agreement. At that point he believed there was nothing useful about love—that it was a folly only meant to destroy in the end. And yet, here he was... thinking, feeling the complete opposite. Because at this point, love was the only thing he had to keep him going these days.

He hearkened back to one of the earliest conversations they'd had during last school year. After a long rant of his during finals season, Tobi asked him why he still did this. Suffered the students who didn't apply themselves or the dimwitted administration making bad decisions on the regular. Only for it to amount to him keeping a bottle of whiskey locked away at his desk, and wrinkles to fester on his face. He couldn't remember his answer at the time, but now he knew.

"You really believe that?" he asked her.

[cyancherub]

ALSO to whoever sent that big kishibe thirst to my inbox i want to give it the attention it deserves i will post it soon!!