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[seredelgi]

Luffy is just about the best thing to have ever been created and no one can convince me otherwise.

[butteredtoads]

I saw a post about how its weird that webtoon fandoms are so small when the platform is so big and i totally agree. I really wish I could write or draw stuff for my favorite webtoons so I could add to the fandoms lol. That being said i also find it very interesting how webtoon has changed over time. To me its a lot like how the internet and pop culture itself has changed over time, in that there aren't many shared pieces of media that everyone is into. Instead, webtoon has kind of devolved into more and more subsets, much like the rest of the internet, until two people on webtoon are reading completely different things with no commonalities.

While this isn't necessarily bad, I think its really interesting, and its also why i think me and a lot of other older readers have lost interest over time. Webtoon used to be a big community where you could mention a big name like Siren's Lament, Hooky, LUFF, or Andy Bass, and people would get your references. Now, the site has grown and changed so much that no one has anything in common, and its become less of a social media platform and more of a library, where it used to be more 50/50.

Also, webtoon has become much more coin dependent over time, and with the recent updates things like the daily have been pushed to the side so people discover stories in different ways. The pay-to-play style of the site has increased so much that if you want to read older, completed webtoons, you have to pay thousand of coins or watch an ad every 2 minutes. This also means that fandoms for webtoons can't really grow, because the site is structured in such a way to get you to read all the new things and pay as much as possible. It really makes me sad, because it means that I can't introduce people to the stories i love, and the site has changed so much from when I started reading that I sometimes question whether or not its worth it to continue reading things. That being said: here's my favorite webtoons that make me want to keep using the site!

- The Remarried Empress

- ODD GIRL OUT!!! <3<3<3

- Acception

- And Another Lovely Day (Gourmet Hound is my favorite webtoon of all time, Leehama's writing is so good, I really suggest you check this one out)

- Cinderelle

- Jackson's Diary

- Re: Trailer Trash

- I just started reading High Spirits Neoma and its been great so far

- Also, the only completed webtoon you can reread for free that I have noticed, Metaphorical Her, one of the first webtoons I fell in love with

If anyone wants to yap at me about webtoons, feel free!

[sheerxfiction]

Silly Billy~

Billy Kid X Reader

Ch. 3: Admit It

"Tch, you're so on." Both of you entered God Finger with a competitive aura surrounding you, neither of you willing to go easy on one another for this gaming experience. When it came to the arcade, no one could quell your competitive flame of yours; not even an android cutie. He actually made it burn brighter.

tags~ fluff, slow burn, gn!reader, idiots in love, mutual pining, arcade date

w/c~ 1.3k

a/n~ another big ol' thank you to the lovely @mandiemegatron for beta'ing this for moi uwu 💗

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You honestly couldn't remember the last time you felt nervous like this. Standing before your mirror, checking your outfit of all things, your heart beat loudly in your ears as seven-thirty rolled around, the sun's rays gradually shifting to an orange glow that kissed every structure. You were just going to chill, it wasn't a date… right?

"Why is this what I'm so worried about? God… Maybe I'm the silly billy." You mumbled to yourself.

You straightened out your clothes; a much more casual look less adorned with protective gear and bullet pouches. It almost felt wrong to not have your gun on you, but it had also been a long time since you've gone out for fun, let alone be asked out.

"… Fuck. I so have a crush…" You groaned, pulling out your phone to check the time. "Fuck it. I'll leave now. Being early is never a bad thing…"

Huffing to yourself and smacking your cheeks , you jammed your phone in your pocket before dashing out of your high rise apartment. You lived just off sixth street, so it wouldn't take you long to get to the arcade at all; the walk there was honestly much needed, and you used it to ignore the stream of teasing texts that were coming from Belle right now. The sights were far prettier to see, and you didn't want to end up too pink in the cheeks by the time you showed up.

"Just a normal hangout; a couple of gunslingers." You chuckled under your breath.

The streets were calm tonight, not a hint of conflict anywhere on your walk. It was gorgeous, and you didn't think it could get any better… That is, until you saw a tall, dark metal figure standing just outside the arcade when you emerged from an alley. Billy was there before you, and you were even ten minutes early. He looked excited as ever when he spotted you, waving rapidly from across the street in invitation.

"Hey!! You made it!" He called out as you jogged across the street.

"You're a little early, hey? Someone's excited." You teased, stopping in front of him.

"Hey! You're early too!" He argued, pointing out your punctuality.

"Y-yeah, I suppose I am." You chuckled. "Well, how about we go inside and get this… little hangout started, since we're both so eager, hey? You're probably gonna lose anyway~"

"Tch, you're so on."

Both of you entered God Finger with a competitive aura surrounding you, neither of you willing to go easy on one another for this gaming experience. When it came to the arcade, no one could quell your competitive flame of yours; not even an android cutie. He actually made it burn brighter.

It didn't take long to reveal who was of greater skill. Though you offered to play cooperatively at first, he insisted on competitive matches. Who would you be to say no to such a simple request? He asked for it, and you didn't let up even when the distress became visible on his thin visor, losing game after game as the minutes turned to nearly two hours and you kept coming out on top again and again.

He made you switch games so many times. This did not help him. You were just too good, far beyond his current skill level. At around the hour and a half mark he had actually started whining about his losses, and it drove you mad because he sounded so adorable. Even his hopeful sighs when he thought he was catching up were cute, and almost distracted you enough for him to win one round— but to no avail as you pulled through at the last second every single time.

Eventually he surrendered, hanging his head with slumped shoulders in defeat. You stood there triumphantly and punched his shoulder, chuckling to yourself while you remembered his boasting from last night.

"What was that about you being a gaming god of some sort again?" You hummed.

"S-shut up!" He pouted, extending a finger to jab your waist.

You yelped from the poke, leaping away from him and catching Billy's full attention. It was like you had a button for giggles, and he had conveniently taken a recent liking to that particular sound.

"You ticklish?? Hah, and you said you were tough. Cute~" He hummed, reaching for your side again.

"Don't you dare!!" You shrieked, turning and bolting to the other side of the arcade.

Asha the manager watched as Billy gave chase, running you in circles around the thankfully empty arcade. Though you were being chased, you laughed the entire time you darted in between machines and games, eventually finding an opening to get out the door and back out onto the street. You looked around before you set your eyes on the noodle shop that was also oddly quiet for the night, screaming out to General Chop to save you just as Billy came up behind you and gave your sides another poke. You practically flew across the street when you jumped forwards, throwing yourself over the counter and behind General Chop without waiting for his answer. You were safe behind there, Billy remaining on the customer side mostly due to his height, but also because General Chop had actually taken your side and left no room to get in.

"Ooo, you're lucky he's covering you." He hummed. "You can't hide there forever though~"

"Billyyyy!!" You whined.

"I'll stop chasing you if you agree that this was a date~" He bargained.

You froze, and General Chop snorted, stepping aside now so you could see each other better. You didn't know if you were grateful or not because you were practically steaming from embarrassment.

"D-did you… want it to be?"

Your cute little stammer made him pause, a blush flickering across his face. The shop had no customers at the moment, so General Chop was perfectly fine with letting the situation unfold, quite amused by it. The look on Billy's face told you he wouldn't jump on you at the moment, and he slowly nodded, so you cautiously came out from behind the shop and back onto the street, clearing your throat and bowing in apology to the owner.

"Then yeah… It was a date, and a nice one at that." You finally answered. "It always felt like it was, and I was pretty excited for tonight, actually."

He brightened up right away, looking delighted by your answer. "Heh, I was looking forward to it too. Can I expect we do this more often then…?"

"You can indeed." You nodded, stepping backwards into one of the alleys. "Though, I should be going home soon…"

"Do you mind if I walk back with you?" He asked, following you.

"Ooo, a safety escort. How much do you cost?" You joked, stopping and nudging him a little when he got closer.

"I offer my services for one kiss." He told you with a cheeky little blush.

"Hmmm… Expensive, but I'll still pay." You hummed, standing up on your toes to place a kiss to his cheek.

He seemingly sparked with energy again, swooning a little as you started to lead the way back to your place. Following after you like a magnet, Billy couldn't help but start to chatter, and you fell into the same rhythm alongside him, yapping and listening on and off for each other, all the way up the stairs to the tenth floor where you resided.

"So… Will I see you tomorrow?" He asked rather cutely.

You stopped at your door, having only pushed it open a little. The smile you wore was infectious, nearly overloading his circuits.

"Mmhmm. I think you will."

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[gaywatch]

i have been so busy with life but every few months i go back to your channel most of the times i am rewatching your untamed reactions it's so wild how integral you are in my life i guess everyone has a creator like that in their lives i am glad in my life it's you.

i have been also rereading books through your reading reactions currently doing svsss just finished mdzs the other day lmao.

i hope one day you do jwqs reading reaction my 3 most favorite books will be completed!

also happy anniversary and upcoming new year to you and your wife 🫶🏽

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[aychama]

I couldnt draw today but I at least got zoro and nami to dance with me 🤣

[stormy-writer]

All Hallows Eve

Tags: platonic x reader, platonic fic, Henry Mills x reader, Henry Swan x reader, ouat, Once Upon A Time, x reader, fluff, fanfiction, fanfic, fanfiction fluff, fanfic fluff

Catergory: platonic, fluff, flufffffff, you'll need to brush your teeth after this, see your dentist, this is soooo sweetttt

Tw: mentions of religion, spirits, teeth rotting

Wc: 1.2k

It was Halloween.

Not your favorite time of year, especially being the babysitter for a certain mayor's son. Most kids were out trick-or-treating, having fun with their family, and generally doing normal, fun, safe things.

Not Henry, of course.

Henry, at the ripe old age of 4, decided that he must, absolutely must go look through the woods for ghosts. Not even to hunt them like a normal little boy, mind you. Just to… find them, you assumed.

“Hallows Eve is when they're most active!” he chittered excitedly, sounding more intellectual than most children, even people your age. Really, you would have just stayed at the Mills’ residence, their giant, cushy home, watching scary movies and eating candy ‘till your teeth rotted.

But he just had to go see the ghouls. Well, his mother said to do whatever he wanted, within reason. And you just couldn't say no to those big, dark brown eyes, could you?

As your plastic lanterns seemed to flicker and the noises of the forest sounded haunting, you started wondering if maybe you should have said no.

Another twig snapped beneath your foot, leaves crunching under your weight as you stepped over yet another root, minding not to trip over one again.

“… You sure this is a good place, Henry? It's a bit…” you paused, unsure of how to put “fucking spooky” nicer than that.

“… off-putting…”

The little boy giggled, turning back to you in his oversized coat. “Well, yeah. The spookier, the better!”

You internally groaned, managing only a tight-lipped smile at the boy. Once he turned back around, however, you visibly deflated and let your head hang for a moment before continuing after him.

Maybe you should have been the one in front, protecting him from whatever grotesqueries would be about this chilling night. But to be honest, you didn't have a clue what to do, and he seemed pretty knowledgeable about all things Halloween.

“You know how Halloween used to be All Hallows Eve?” He chimed, slowing his pace to walk a little more beside you. You nodded, giving him a hum of confirmation. ‘I mean, it's the only thing you'll call it, so I'd hope so,’ I thought.

“Well,” he continued, “Hallows Eve being on the last day of October would imply that November is All Hallows!” He was pretty proud of the fact, from his tone to the little pep in his step. Nodding thoughtfully, you took a second to try and remember a fact you learned in the second grade, years and years before the stress of being a young adult.

“Huh,” you hummed in thought. Henry couldn't help but be a little curious. “Huh? Huh what?” he questioned. “Oh, I was just thinking.”

Years back, you remember somebody telling you, maybe not a teacher but a mentor nonetheless, about All Hallows Eve. About the day after, and how important it was.

But the foggy memory could barely bring up an answer, so you just gave him what you had.

“I believe it's supposed to be November first that's important. Something called All Saint's day, or All Hallows day,” you explained, although a little unsure if you were right. “It's a day to commemorate all the Saint's of the Catholic and similar religions.”

A normal kid probably would've thrown a fit, or gotten quiet at the subtle hint that their deductive reasoning was wrong. Good thing Henry wasn't normal. The new information made his eyes light up with some kind of joy, as if learning and stories were the best thing in the world.

“What's Hallow’s Eve for then? Do they celebrate for two days?” He likely would've been brewing with questions if it wasn't so late, seeing as the both of you were getting the slightest hint of drowsiness. Make no mistake, the second he showed sign of wanting to go home, you'd be throwing him over your shoulder and running.

But your memories seemed to only disappear the harder you tried to think about them, something holy and something lost. So you used whatever you had left and some estimation to get an alright answer.

“Might have been to clear out any bad spirits for the spirits of the Saints to come,” you shrugged, switching the plastic lanterns to your other hand and letting the tired arm rest. “Wouldn't know, though. They might have something about it at the library, but I don't think they'll be letting anyone in anytime soon.”

Being reminded that a vast treasure trove of stories and learning was trapped behind boarded windows and a city mandate, the sparkle in his eyes seemed to fizzle a bit. You never liked seeing him down, so you nudged his shoulder gently as you two came to a stop.

“Hey, it's alright. We can always write our own stories,” you winked. This made him beam, and that sparkle glittered once more. Feeling accomplished, you looked around at the thickly wooded area, fog shrouding your sight, and sighed. But before you could say anything about heading home, Henry let out a deep, sleepy yawn.

“Looks like someone's getting tired, huh?” You cooed at the puppy-like boy, seeing his cute little scrunched up face as you remark.

“Am not! I'm wide awake!” he stomped his little foot, not wanting to stop the search for ghosties. You, however, very much so wanted to get out of the chilly, foggy, spooky ass woods and watch over a cute little kid from the safety and comfort of a mansion.

“C'mon, Henry, it's getting late, and you're getting sleepy anyways,” you stepped closer to the boy, handing him your lantern. “Here, hold this for me.” He took it, albeit a little confused.

“Why do you want me to hold- wAH,” he yelped as you scooped him up and threw him over your shoulder, heading straight back for wherever it was you came from. “Nooo!” he whined, kicking his little legs. You could just tell he was pouting, probably making the saddest, biggest puppy eyes you'd ever see. Good thing he was on your shoulder.

“Yeesss,” you chuckled back, knowing better than to give in to his adorable pleadings. “Your mother’ll kill me if I don't bring you home now. Besides,” you grinned, having a trick up my sleeve, “I’ll make you some… pasta?”

His whining and pouting almost instantly dropped, and he was smiley again as he flipped back, knowing you'd catch him and let him lay across your arms. “Okay!” he chirped, getting the better end of this deal. The fog was dense and humid, but soft enough and easy to navigate through, so you were out on the street in no time.

As you were walking back to the mansion in the center of the city, the sleepy boy in your arms yawned again, cuddling closer into you as his eyelids slowly started getting heavier.

“Nighty night,” you whispered to him.

“Nighty…” he mumbled back, already fast asleep before the second “night” could leave his lips. The sweet boy looked so peaceful, so adorable in your arms as you made the silent and careful trek to his home. Hey, maybe it wasn't such a bad Halloween after all.

Sorry for not posting for a while, life has been beating me up for months. Might have endometriosis, might not. I do, however, have unexplained constant limb pain. The curse of the fanfic writer is true, won't stop me tho ;P

[booksnbolts]

I think part of my problem is I don't know what to post on HERE that I don't post about on my main secret blog.

Do you guys like comics? I could talk about comics. I've been reading LUFF because I want to make a video essay on it.

[bia23]