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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. 

This is cute... And they're all queens. No one can change my mind

Pssst, I need more Norika ships. Do you have any Norika ships that aren't Norika/Nae? (it's adorable but she can't be the only one crushing on my mermaid princess).

HELLO!!!! Finally an ask about my bubble bae

YES I /personally/ love Norika with Gabriella but also Nae/Norika/Gabriella in a poly relationship because NORIKA HAS TWO HANDS🙌🏻💙🌊

Because obviously the only other female GK would have a crush on tht wonderful being that Norika is and the poly ship because I think they would work out really well~

Also I don’t personally like love triangles and I’d rather see them all happy being a power lesbo trio🤷🏻‍♀️

Day 5 of Codyan week -  Morning After (alt. art prompt)

Happy birthday @hoodedmiho and thank you so much for introducing me to this ship! <3

XD

Barry being the exception for Len

lekku headcanons that no one asked for

while asleep/cuddling, lekku will wrap around close partners’/bunkmates’ limbs (most often arms) or, if partners/bunkmates also have lekku, they’ll intertwine around each other

if lonely or stressed, someone’s lekku might curl around their own arms while they sleep

massive faux pas to touch lekku without explicit permission, as this is seen as an extraordinarily intimate gesture - some parts of the lekku are more Off Limits than others, i.e. the underside and close to the base of the skull

especially those two - underside and close to skull - are erogenous zones. no touching without explicit permission, and even then move with care - they are VERY sensitive

…which can also be used for fun :)

massaging lekku is one of the most intimate things one can do for a partner with lekku

on the other end of the spectrum: grabbing and yanking someone’s lekku can cause temporary swelling, hearing loss, and - if pulled very hard/for a prolonged period of time - can lead to permanent brain issues

lekku ‘socks’ (or lekku-warmers) for keeping lekku warm and/or cuddling/napping with a person with whom they don’t feel close enough to literally bare their lekku. good for cuddlepuddles, arguably the entire reason they exist in the first place

the fattier and longer the lekku, the more attractive they are to other twi’leks/togrutas - it’s a status symbol

there are cosmetic procedures to modify both of these

the oldest and most powerful clans have lekku-jewelry version of their clan’s kalikori - elaborate and intricately carved pieces of thinly hammered metal linked together with delicate chains and decorated with precious jewels

some of these are now too long to be worn without dragging onto the floor, and are valuable pieces of twi’lekki history that are stored in safe places across the galaxy in order to keep them safe

some of these kalikori headdresses and lekku jewelry can be seen depicted in ancient art on ryloth, and their physical counterparts still exist!

lekku can be used to stim! swaying, twisting, wrapping together, etc

a person might pull their lekku in front of their shoulders to stroke them for comfort

the sign of an extremely good liar is the ability to keep lekku utterly still during conversations, because otherwise it’s easy to get a general sense of the state of their emotions from how the lekku move

This is beautiful ❤️

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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.

I wish you'd write a fic in which for once Myles is the one who gets to give Jaster grey hair! I feel for him lol.

“I cannot believe you,” Jaster says, muffled where his face is buried in his hands. “One week of leave and this—this—this is how you come back?”

Myles weighs whether he should be ashamed of himself, considers that last time Jaster got himself kidnapped because he pissed off a culty group of guardians around an ancient shrine, and promptly decides he regrets nothing. “I was only the Sith Emperor for three days before true love’s kiss broke the spell, it was fine.”

“Fine,” Jaster repeats, pained, and raises his head, leveling an incredulous look at Myles. There’s possibly more grey in his hair than there was a week ago. Myles should likely feel bad about that. He doesn’t. “Fine. Myles, you conquered a planet.”

“It was a small planet,” Myles defends. “Practically a moon.”

“You raised a fleet of Sith ghosts.”

“Revan was a lot politer than the stories say,” Myles says mildly, and only partially for the way Jaster practically twitches at that, his desire to shake Myles down for every single detail warring with his need to yell. With great amusement, Myles watches his jaw twitch, the vein in is forehead throb, and doesn’t grin, but—it takes more self-control than anything has in a very long time.

“You,” Jaster manages after a long moment of struggling with himself, “raised a fleet of Sith ghosts, took over a planet, threatened the Republic into handing over a Jedi, and then married him.”

Said Jedi, leaning back against the wall and looking entirely unbothered by this whole thing, raises a brow but doesn’t comment.

“That’s slightly out of order,” Myles says, and it’s kind of a defense. “We met before the Sith…incident. On my first night of leave. And Agen realized what was going on and broke the spell eventually.”

Jaster closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Myles is intimately familiar with that expression and the headache it’s meant to ward off, mostly because his beloved Mand’alor inflicts it on him frequently, and he tries hard not to let his smile slip into a smirk.

“But not before, of course, you gave every corner of the holonet enough material to sustain the one-credit romance novel industry for the next decade.”

“I've been informed that some of the offerings that have already come out are surprisingly decent,” Agen says, and Myles is going to kiss his husband square on the mouth.

As soon as they’re out of the office, maybe. If he tries it right now, Jaster's head might explode, and that would defeat the purpose of torturing him with this for the rest of his natural life.

Jaster stares, blank-faced, at Agen, like he expected nothing but still had his hopes crushed regardless.

Myles doesn’t laugh in his Mand’alor’s face, because it’s much more fun to laugh behind his back. “Revan said he’d visit after the honeymoon,” he says, perfectly mild. “And Agen knows that Jedi you were making eyes at—”

“Mace Windu, my lineage brother,” Agen puts in dutifully.

“I was not making eyes at him,” Jaster says, all deep offense and indignation, like Myles can't see him grab for a stylus and scribble the name down on the edge of a pad. “And I am not giving you time off for a honeymoon. In fact, I don’t think I'm ever going to give you so much as a single solitary day off ever again, if this is what happened after one week of vacation—”

Myles rolls his eyes. “I'm taking my husband back to our rooms,” he says, pointed, right over top of Jaster. “And you are not going to bother us for at least three days, or I’ll tell Arla that you chased off her first girlfriend.”

Jaster's face leeches of color. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try it and see,” Myles says, unwavering, and steps back. when he offers an arm, Agen takes it delicately, practically radiating amusement, and Myles smirks back at him, then turns precisely and leads him out the door.

The last thing he hears from inside is Jaster's long, despairing, heartfelt groan.

[On AO3]

About the God’s bijuus AU every demon/nature God had a domain:

Shukaku: The Dreams. He feeds of nightmares.

Matatabi: The Dead. She’s the guardian of the underworld.

Isobu: The Sea. He travels for the ocean so his temples are build close to the shore.

Son Goku: Mountains and War. He’s better known between the samurais since he values the honor over the strength.

Kokuo: Hot Springs and Peace. Sometimes you just need a little rest before keep fighting.

Saiken: Poison and Loyalty. Those could sound like two different things but his followers know that appearances can be deceiving.

Chomei: Wind, Travelers and Harvest.

Gyuuki: Knowledge, Friendship and Art’s. He would share the first, fight to protect the second and suffer for those who love the third.

Kurama: Life, Love and Family. Of all the Nature Gods he’s the easiest to find since for the last century or so has made his dent in the mountains of Uzu no Kuni. He’s also known for being extremely patient and on the same time a little childish, if he finds a lost kid on his path there’s equal chances that he guide them back to their families or that the two of them ended screaming at each other for hours about the silliest things until someone came to get the kid back guided for the noise.

Also the Juubi’s known as the representation of destruction.

I have my reasons to believe that this characters of naruto would be followers of this bijuus: Reto of Shukaku (since he’s the closer to his country), Tobirama of Matatabi, Jiraiya of Kokou and surprisinly not only for the Hot Springs and Anko of Saiken.

Most Jedi dragons don't have hoards but Plo Koon sure does have a lot of sons

I see this and raise you: all Jedi have hoards but most Jedi keep them to small benign things. Obi-Wan hoards tea. Anakin hoards droid parts. Mace hoards the general concept of the Republic. Agen hoards grenades. Plo just happened to be between hoards when the Clone Wars started and claimed the entire GAR before anyone else could. All the other Council members are salty about this, and Plo is massively smug.