#just had this thought while writing a meme reply and needed to write it down

[conflictaverse]

hc. more aos verse misery

one of the few memories that sam has of his father is george sr. telling him (when they first started trying for another child) that a big brother is always there for his younger sibling, but he's never told anyone about this memory because he's ashamed that he failed.

#:) #just had this thought while writing a meme reply and needed to write it down #. hc #v. aos #thanks me #parent death cw

[yasmindifference]

IMMEDIATELY asking for jason’s pov of the fake dating fic for the prompt meme. literally first and only thing that popped in my mind. i don’t have a specific scene in mind, any you want would be amazing

oh and i forgot to say happy belated birthday!! you don’t have to reply to this separately lmao

Thank you very much! I've always kind of wanted to write Jason's POV of the hickey scene in chapter two, so I hope you enjoy ♡♡

It probably made Jason a bad person, but how could he resist the opportunity when it was right there?

“You might not’ve noticed, but I’m a possessive kinda guy,” he said in extreme understatement. “When I own something—or someone—I make damn sure everyone knows. You need more than this if you’re gonna be mine.”

It was a lie. A shameless, shameless lie.

Was Jason the kinda guy who marked up his partners as much and as often as they’d allow? Yes.

Was there a single solitary person in Crime Alley who was gonna look at Red Hood’s boyfriend long enough to even realize he had hickies, let alone count them? Absolutely fucking not.

So it was a lie, and Jason knew it. Knew that Tim would be lucky to get eye contact as long as he was undercover, because nobody would want to be the moron caught staring at Red Hood’s boyfriend. Jason had never dated anyone as his crime lord persona before, so they wouldn’t know what kinda punishment he’d lay down for staring…but he was sure they could imagine, and it would keep all of their gazes firmly averted.

But the excuse was right there—right there like the hickies he’d left before, scattered across Tim’s neck and just begging to be joined by some friends—and who was Jason to ignore it?

Tim hadn’t answered. Jason felt like that was a good sign; better hesitation than an immediate ‘no.’

“So?” he asked. He couldn’t resist the urge to apply a little pressure to the mark below his thumb, treasuring the way Tim’s pulse jumped in response. “More, yes or no?”

Tim’s pulse evened out immediately, and not in a natural way. No, that was Tim applying Batman’s lessons in controlling his heartbeat. That was Tim needing to control his heartbeat, because Jason was absolutely getting to him.

“Sure,” Tim said casually. “Knock yourself out.”

“Great,” Jason said, matching Tim’s casual tone. Not easy, when the jealous, possessive thing in his chest was nearly purring in satisfaction. He’d had so much fun marking Tim up the first time and couldn’t wait to do it again.

…But half the fun was flustering Tim, and Jason was pretty sure Tim had a strength kink. (It would explain his baffling and infuriating affair with the super clone, for one, and also Jason was like seventy-five percent sure Tim had checked him out the last time he took advantage of the Batcave’s weights.)

So he took the excuse of their height difference to lift Tim right off his feet and put him on the kitchen island. Without asking. With no visible effort. (No effort required, it’d be so fucking easy to just pin Tim to the wall and hold him there while Jason fucked him—)

Tim was blushing. Fuck yes.

He also wasn’t asking why Jason had done that, which was an even better sign, Jason thought. Still, for the sake of appearances—

“You’re too short,” he offered in explanation. Tim didn’t so much as roll his eyes; another good sign.

He wanted to keep teasing Tim, see if he could get that faint blush darker and more obvious, but the other half of the plan called. They had a date to go on.

So he stepped up between Tim’s splayed legs and gripped his hips, yanked him to the edge of the island, and went to town.

Tim’s skin was soft beneath his lips. His shirt rubbed distractingly against Jason’s chest. And the quiet, hitching breaths he kept taking were driving Jason out of his goddamned mind.

He was obviously trying so hard to stay cool, to play it unaffected like he wasn’t bothered all by Jason’s attention, and he was failing. Calm, cold, unflappable Tim was being really fucking flapped by Jason giving him a few hickies.

It was hot as fuck—and, more importantly, it gave Jason hope. Hope that this plan might actually work after all. That he might walk away from this not only with his traitors dealt with, but with Tim finally being his as a bonus.

And if not…well, at least he’d have this memory: Tim’s stifled moans, the taste of his sweat, and his visible struggle not to arch up into Jason’s touch.

It wasn’t everything Jason wanted, but it was a damn good start.

#jaytim #yasminfic #prompt response #eidoloony

[themadearl]

Reactions of twst boys from responses after saying “I love you”.

Note: Most probably have seen the meme of alternative responses to I love you. Just wanna write Yuu responding weirdly to getting confessed. This has been in my drafts for months since work kept kicking me down. Happy 200th post!

“Who doesn’t?”

Yuu never thought she would one day find Vil’s picture perfect smile to be so scary

“Why don’t you enlighten me on your other admirers, Yuu?”

Vil leans closer into Yuu’s face with a vague smile on his face, as if daring her to say another man’s name

With his face so up close, the blush on Yuu’s face has quickly entered into dangerous territory

In order to not further embarrass herself, Yuu replies with a vigorous shake of her head

“Then, would you consider me?

Light blonde hair that shined in the light, mesmerizing purple eyes that looked directly at her and a blinding smile 

Yuu could’ve swore she saw purple orchids blooming in the background

Who could ever say no to the beautiful dorm leader of Pomefiore?

“I know.”

“Y-you do?”

While Jack was able to maintain a poker face when needed, his ears and tail quickly reveals his true feelings

Jack’s feelings on Yuu was so obvious that the other NRC students have an ongoing betting ring on when Jack will confess his feelings

Rumors has it that some of NRC’s staff was also in on the bets

“Yuu? Are you listening?”

Jack’s ears flop down as he notices Yuu thoughts drifting away during his love confession

Yuu immediately feels a pang of guilt hitting her heart as if there was a sad puppy in front of her

“Yes, let’s go on a date then! How about the new café near the florist you frequently go to?”

Jack’s face immediately brightens up, fluffy ears perking up and tail wagging behind him

Yuu can feel her heart melting at such an adorable sight

“I’ll go pick you up in front of the Ramshackle dorm next Saturday, would that be fine?”

“Sure!”

Yuu would have reached out her hand to pat Jack’s head if not for the large height difference between them

Jack is just too cute ♡

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome?”

Deuce can’t help but feel there’s something wrong with the conversation just now

Is it normal for people to respond like this when getting confessed to?

How is Yuu so calm?

“Did you actually heard what I just said?”

“Uh-huh, you like me. Have romantic feelings for me, want to-”

“Yuu, you can stop now, please.”

Deuce can’t help but bring his hands up to cover his face from all the embarrassment he’s feeling

“Sure. If it helps to ease your embarrassment, I love you as well.” 

Deuces does a double take at the dissonance of Yuu’s calm face and her explosive words

“Ar-are you sure? That, um, you like me back? In a romantic way, not as friends, I-”

With a small tug on his collar and a kiss on his mouth, the world goes silent

Yuu walks back to the Ramshackle dorm with a brand new boyfriend in hand

“A horrible decision, really.”

Judging from Sebek’s strained face, this wasn’t the response he wanted to hear

“I’m a human, remember? Don’t you hate humans?”

The color from Sebek’s face drains and his expression changes into something akin of regret from his past comments

His fingers running through his hair out of frustration, messing up his slicked up hair 

It was out of character for Sebek to show such a outward display of weakness

As Yuu was about to turn away, Sebek reaches out to grab her hand

“But it doesn’t change the fact that I fell for you.”

His green eyes staring into Yuu’s eyes with a rekindled flame

“Not some other fae, nor some other human. The person I fell for, was you.”

“Why.”

“Do you really want me to start explaining why I love you right now?”

All the confidence Jamil gathered to confess to Yuu started leaking out like air from a balloon

“Nononono, why as in why me. A magicless human from another world?”

It was a quiet little spot within the forest that Jamil had brought her to

Not a single person in view nor any forest critters in the background, which left Yuu to patiently wait for Jamil’s reply while staring at the ground

“You’re cute.”

20 minutes of her break and that’s all of what top student managed to say

The red ears peaking out from his hair displaying that the efficient vice dorm leader wasn’t as calm as Yuu thought

“ . . and?”

“By the great sevens, you can’t be serious about wanting me to explain why I love you.”

“Why not? It’s cute to see you like this.”

And the redness from Jamil’s ears has spread to his entire face

Yuu watches on with mild amusement as Jamil scrambles to say something to ease his embarrassment but only managing to make indiscernible sounds

Jamil was close to exiting the forest after looking at the gleefulness on Yuu’s face at seeing him so erratic

“Could you come back here tomorrow? During lunch, uh, I’ll tell you all the reasons about why.”

Maybe it was curiosity on what Jamil would say or maybe it was the way Jamil fidgeted as he formed his sentence

“Sure.”

*laughs nervously*

Despite being the more friendlier twin of the Leech twins, Jade isn’t someone you want to catch the attention of whether it be positive attention or negative attention

In an effort to stop herself from saying something stupid, Yuu only lets out a short laugh

While Jade continues to stare at her with his ever-present smile, Yuu looks as if a deer caught in the headlights

Ace, Deuce and Grim was conveniently absent, so who else could Yuu even hope for to come rescue her?

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you some time to think about your answer.”

Yuu feels that the butterflies in her stomach are going away

“Would 3 minutes be enough?”

The butterflies in her stomach has multiplied, Yuu is *this* close to throwing up from nervousness

Jade smiles in a way that showed all his pretty but very sharp teeth

“I’m sure you’ll think very carefully about your answer, right?”

*laughs hysterically*

“What’s so funny? I’m being serious over here!”

Sensing Ace’s increasing frustration of getting laughed at, Yuu wipes away the tears from her eyes

“So, did you lose a bet or something?”

“Of course not, is it so hard to believe that I have feelings for you?”

“Then why did you confess your feelings on April’s fool day?”

With a quick check on his phone and Yuu’s uncontrollable giggles in his ears, Ace can only let out a curse 

“YEET.”

Malleus tilts his head slightly in confusion of the new term that just popped out of Yuu’s mouth

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand?”

Yuu continues to be amazed by Malleus lack of knowledge on any current trends 

“It’s a form of expressing excitement.”

“So you are excited about my confession?”

“Totally, it’s my first time getting confessed to.”

Yuu’s overly cheerful disposition is starting to give Malleus a bad feeling 

“I see, so does that mean you reciprocate my feelings?”

“I mean, aren’t we already friends?”

Looking at the sincere face in front of him, Malleus lets out a sigh

Maybe he should have went to Lilia for advice on confessing to a human 

As not only is he sorely lacking in knowledge of the human language but also the inner workings of a human’s psychology

“I’m sorry.”

The confident smile on Azul’s face shatters into a thousand pieces

“What do you mean you’re sorry? Is there anything wrong!?”

“Uh, force of habit?”

Yuu fidgets with the sleeves of her uniform as she tries to organize her thoughts

“You’re a wonderful person but I, um, I’m really sorry that I can’t acceptyourfeelings-”

Yuu mutters out another sorry after she blurts her rejection in quick session, eyes not daring to look at the dorm leader she just rejected

Was she going to die after rejecting Azul? Is Floyd and Jade going to kill her???

The short silence felt like an eternity with all sorts of scary thoughts in Yuu’s mind 

“Then, allow me to apologize as well.”

Yuu looks up to see Azul with the same expression he uses while coercing students to sign contracts

“Because I don’t plan on giving up on you.”

*finger guns*

Truly a moment where your body react before your brain does

Yuu and Idia stares at each other while Yuu maintains her finger guns

Idia screams quietly in his mind out of the awkwardness in the air and the false courage he had to even confess about his feelings

Yuu is close to screaming in real life out of unexpectedness of getting confessed by Idia, out of all the people she knows

“I-”

“Don’t! Uh, um, you don’t need to, tell me your answer.”

The large hood on his hoodie was truly a blessing, letting him hide his flushed face from Yuu

“I just . . AGH! Pretend I never said anything!”

Then, Idia dashes from the scene with a speed Yuu has never seen him with

Leaving dear Yuu to stare at the air in front of her by herself

“. . .?”

“If only there was someone out there who loved you.”

wrong choice of words, WRONG CHOICE OF WORDS

Yuu could feel the murderous intent manifesting into the atmosphere from Floyd as she is backed into a wall 

“Care to repeat what you just said, shrimpy?”

Something tells Yuu that she might meet her unfortunate end if she were to repeat what she said before

“. . . I love you too?”

“Then prove it to me.”

Floyd leans down without losing a moment and points a finger at his lips

“A kiss on the mouth. Easy, right?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #female prefect yuu #vil schoenheit #jack howl #deuce spade #sebek zigvolt #Jamil Viper #jade leech #ace trappola #malleus draconia #Azul Ashengrotto #idia shroud #Floyd Leech #200th post

[marypsue]

of course I recognize it, but I would love something for RB 2 Electric Boogaloo :>

[from this meme]

Ah yes. RB 2 Electric Boogaloo, also known as Something Borrowed, Something Blues, the sequel to Reincarnation Blues. I'll be honest, I've barely touched this one since late 2019-early 2020? My whole methodology of writing has changed since then, but somehow I'm still stuck on knowing what has to happen next, but not being quite sure how (or in what order). Maybe I need to try something creative with sticky notes.

I did start rereading this one from the beginning recently, though, to try to remind myself where I was and where I was going, and I have been working on it. Slowly.

Sample:

Where the shiny, modern glass-and-steel building that housed the Stanley Pines Memorial Library of the Supernatural had stood, now there was nothing but a flattened pile of rubble, still smoking slightly in places. Eldritch fire glimmered purple-green in between a few tumbled, broken concrete pillars. Bits of broken glass twinkled in the grass of the park that surrounded it and glittered over the asphalt of the road that passed by in front.

The motorcycle crunched over that glass and pulled to a halt, the woman in front putting a foot down to brace herself before pulling off her mirrored helmet and shaking out her iron-grey ponytail. An expression of melancholy crossed her face as she took in the wreckage, melancholy shading toward despair.

Archie could see why. He couldn’t imagine that anyone could have survived whatever calamity had destroyed the library – and, quite likely, caused that enormous percussive boom that had nearly knocked them off the road, earlier. Whoever they’d been coming to see, whatever information they’d hoped to find, whatever remedy to send the hordes of the undead back to their restless graves which they’d sought – all of it was now buried under the smoking ruin.

“Shit,” the motorcyclist said.

Archie found that, vulgar as her language was, he was forced to concur.

He’d only been staring mournfully at the ruin for a scant few seconds, though, before motion caught his eye. At first, he thought it was simply the smoke, or possibly one of those unnaturally-coloured flames, or maybe the rubble settling. But as he watched, a slender hand burst up through the wreckage.

Archie absolutely did not scream like a little girl. He had just barely escaped a gruesome demise at the hands of rotting zombies that punched up through the ground in a very similar fashion, anyway. If he had let out a short, masculine cry of distress, why – he could hardly be faulted, could he?

Whatever the reason, though, the motorcyclist turned.

For a split second, her expression froze, turning grim as she grabbed a piece of shattered rebar from the rubble at their feet. She raised it like a baseball bat as she took several careful steps toward the hand, which was now groping blindly at the broken concrete around it like, Archie thought a little hysterically, someone searching for a dropped contact lens. “Hey! Are you alive?”

For one tense, agonising moment, there was no reply.

And then, muffled, from somewhere under the heaps of concrete and steel, a voice piped up. “That’s kind of vitalist, don’t you think? What if I was a vampire?”

The motorcyclist sighed, a full-body release of tension, and swung the rebar down into the grass before clambering over the rubble to where the hand was still searching. There was an exasperated fondness in her voice as she started to pull the crumbling chunks aside. “Stars’ sake, Yaz, only you could think of something like that while trapped under a collapsed building.”

The exasperated fondness was echoed in the subterranean voice. “And only you would give me shit for it, Wanda. Hey, are you digging me out? You’d better be digging me out, or I’m going to haunt your skinny ass.”

“Yes, I’m digging you out,” the motorcyclist – Wanda? – grumbled, pulling aside a piece of girder as she looked back over her shoulder at Archie. “A little help, here?”

#chatter #this is mary's fic tag #gravity falls #transcendence au #that's a tag i haven't used in a minute! #i Will finish this fic. or die trying. #yes this sample is all OCs. we're in a major climactic part of the story here. there are So Many spoilers with the main cast.

[not-poignant]

I hope you have a lovely day with lots of snacks

Tl;dr the day was not lovely but there might be snacks

I actually didn't have many snacks today but I'm about to make up with it with a couple of churros and dark chocolate dipped strawberries.

Today I...woke up and showered and replied to comments on AO3 for a while, and then I spent about 4 hours formatting documents into PDFs of varying sizes for Patreon and Ream and uploading chapter commentaries into compilations. And then I did more formatting stuff behind the scenes while I stared at all the other behind the scenes stuff I need to do and thought 'writing is a hard job' quietly and intensely.

I ate lunch while I was working. I also made some memes about how overwhelmed I felt, and then made some for my readers too, lol.

And then I laid down for about 4 hours because I also have chronic illness (whee) and I am constantly in pain and varying degrees of fatigue and I literally must lie down every afternoon so I don't collapse in the evening (literally) - and I did a tiny bit of reading (webtoon: Shutline (which I immediately realised I'd read before and didn't fondly remember), webtoon: December (didn't mind this)) and then dozed restlessly because it was 40C/104F today. I also edited a Tiktok art video in Adobe Premier Rush, but I haven't put it up yet, and I should really do that.

Got up and made ham and cucumber sandwiches for dinner, and watched Girl with the Dogs on YouTube while I ate, and a Smosh video.

Then did some more work and helped a friend with her work stuff, and then I watered the garden for 1.5 hours because *points tiredly to the heatwave* and stared balefully at the dark sky (you can't water during the day - it's literally a heatwave but also it's illegal here to water during the day) with its few stars because they'd set up a severe weather warning due to extreme winds in our specific area and it was dead AF and oppressive out there and it was just hot instead.

I watched a few Tiktoks while I watered.

When I hung the hose up back on the holder thingo, I sang to my plants: 'I hope you make the best out of the water I just gave you, you little fucks' like a sweet lullaby, and a person who I didn't know was outside next door because it was like 9pm and pitch black laughed softly and sweetly, like they didn't expect it, and felt kind of fond. I didn't know I had any nice neighbours on that side of the house, so I mostly just thought 'WHOOPS SHIT' and then felt too embarrassed to say anything.

And then I came back inside and replied to some asks (hi!) and am hopefully going to eat churro's soon and it's 10pm and so I'm probably going to do some more work and then I'm going to go to bed while I feel stressed about the work I haven't done (currently Palmarosa is the heart beating beneath my floorboards). I will probably keep reading December. It's okayish.

I don't know if I'd call today lovely, because I'm burnt out and I want to put up the Christmas decorations but it's 10pm and idk if I should start that because it tends to make me severely ill to do it for a few days.

I'm a little sad, a lot lonely, a little melancholic, a little grumpy, and a little very excited about churros and chocolate dipped strawberries. I resent days that are 'work and sleep' sometimes, especially during November. That's my fault. That's on me. I'm a mean and shitty boss to myself.

Gotta do something about this burnout at some point, because December is the worst month for my PTSD, but I also need to keep getting paid, because medical bills and food and stuff. So like...finding the balance there is a constant work in progress.

There were some lovely moments today:

That little laugh from the neighbour in the dark

The first yellow peach of the season

Doing tricks with my cat (who is trained) for treats

Making silly little memes

Helping a friend with work stuff

Replying to some amazing comments

Watching cute dogs

Feeling pretty accomplished at putting up those compilations on Patreon/Ream even if I'm not done yet.

I hope you're having a lovely day too, anon, with many snacks.

#asks and answers #personal #i have not had a lovely day in a while #a member of my family died suddenly this week #suddenly and unexpectedly #and within 12 hours #two other members of my family directly impacted by this death #had to evacuate due to the fires #and idk if they can go home yet #i don't think they can but the fire has at least been downgraded #i am burnt out and sad #yesterday between working on writing stuff #i photoshopped photos of my uncle for my mum #for the funeral home #to make them nicer alkfjsa so that she doesn't have to pay someone to do this #i might delete this later y'all this might be a little too real #but sometimes it doesn't hurt maybe for people to know i'm human #hell sometimes it doesn't hurt for *me* to remember i'm human dslkfjasd

[illussy]

How often do they think about you~♡

warnings: slight nsfw. asides from it, very fluff<3

A/N: i got carried away lmao but i really enjoyed writting this♡

Risotto

Thinks of you everyday, probably not all the time since he has his mind in so many responsibilities and capo things™️

But when he's stressed and alone in his office, the picture of yourself emerges in his mind, and it makes him smile and relax in the spot it's almost therapeutic.

He got a picture of you framed, smiling and looking at the camera in a restaurant. That is one of the memories he treasures the most.

So when you're not around to be physically there and make him some company, he likes to stop for a few minutes and look at it, and smile. It gives him a motivation to keep on going.

When you're available, he makes a phone call to tell you how much he misses you.

Illuso

Will never admit it, but he thinks of you ALL THE TIME. There's only a very few moments that you're not in his mind.

If you didn't reply to his text in the morning, he will think about it all day until you eventually text him back.

Please explain him why did it took you so long, he will act all cocky about it, but on the inside he's probably crying.

Has a lot of pictures of you and him together on his phone that he likes to watch very often.

On the bad days when you're not around, he'll hug a big pillow as tightly as he can imagining that it's you, while waiting to come home and feel your skin again.

Melone

Another one that thinks about you all the time.

Half of his thoughts are horny thoughts, while the other half is about how much he loves you and how amazing you are.

Has so many photos of you on his computer it's not socially acceptable. In most of them you're distracted, since according to him "those are the best ones."

Melone often likes to look at the ones you're completely naked, not in a sexual way (sometimes), but because he absolutely adores your body.

A touch starved whore. Really hates when you have to be away for a while but enjoys sending you memes or random pics that reminds him of you. Make sure to answer all of them or he'll keep spamming you.

Pesci

Pesci often finds himself zoning out thinking about you, but he tries not to do it in the company of others since Prosciutto reprimanded him for not paying attention once.

When he's missing you, he likes to bake something sweet and add your favorite scent like vanilla or orange so he can smell it around the house once they're done.

Would like to save all the treats for when you're back so you can share it together out on a date.

Is really scared of calling or texting you just in case you're busy, so he tries not to disturb but secretly wishes you could message him first.

Likes to write down a letter expressing how much he loves you at the end of the day. And if he's feeling brave, he'll show it to you once you're back.

Prosciutto

Has a habit of thinking about you everytime he's smoking a cigarette, doesn't know why, but hearing your voice in his mind really soothes him to wind down.

He'll text you and ask if you wanna come over. If you can't or you're busy, he will stay up all night since the constant thoughts in his head won't leave him alone.

Will act nonchalant about it if you ask how he slept, but he's a very self estrict man and needs everything to be almost perfect.

He'll ask for a few days off if he can, so you two could go on a trip and enjoy your time together. Probably somewhere near the sea.

Loves seeing you face to face to talk. It's not fun if you're through a screen.

And if you let him, he'd love to take some pictures of you in a swimsuit to appreciate whenever he's missing you again.

Formaggio

Has a nude pic of you after sex in his wallet that he likes to look at every night it's almost a tradition. (Hopefully no one had seen it yet).

Of course he won't be needing that when you're right next to him in bed, but if you happen to be away, he's jerking off to it very often.

Cannot stop thinking about you even if he tries to. He wants to see you everyday.

One of his love languages it's physical affection, so don't be surprised to be tackled as soon as you enter the house. It doesn't matter how much time you've been away or if you saw each other yesterday.

If he's going to a party or a bar without you, he'll ramble about you to any person that flirts with him, saying how beautiful and amazing partner you are and how much he misses you. They'll eventually get tired of it and leave him talking alone.

Probably drunk calls you at 3 am crying that he wants to see you.

Ghiaccio

He doesn't hate thinking about you, but when you pop up in his head, the thoughts floods his mind, distracting him from doing his daily tasks, and that's what makes him mad.

He wants to read a book in piece, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO APPEAR IN HIS HEAD IN A LINGERIE???!!!!

It makes him blush so hard that if anyone sees him he'll become so flustered.

Will never admit the effect you have on him, and if you're direct and ask him, he'll deny it saying that he only thinks about you on a decent level. (spoiler: it is not).

Lowkey loves to replay the messages on the voice-mail on his phone to hear your voice again after a long day.

Please don't ask him about it if you ever found out, he'll become embarrassed and won't be able to form a coherent sentence.

Sorbet and Gelato

Sorbet thinks about you and Gelato daily without even noticing, but it's not like it fill his mind to the point of not being able to think anything else.

As much as he loves you both, he needs his space to disconnect from everyone.

Won't be mad if you ask him about it and probably tells you what was he thinking, but he's not a fan to publicly share his thoughts.

If he's missing you, he'll call you and tell you so. Sorbet likes to be straight forward.

Gelato, on the other hand, has his thoughts full of both of you. He's very intense at expressing love, so expect to receive multiples messages when he's missing you.

Sometimes writes down the things that he'd like to do with you, or places to go out on dates.

He's also a fan of keeping a few pictures of you naked to look at when he's feeling down. Your lovely features always brings him joy.♡

#risotto nero #risotto x reader #risotto nero x reader #prosciutto x reader #ghiaccio x reader #la squadra x reader #la squadra esecuzioni #melone x reader #formaggio x reader #sorbet and gelato #sorbet and gelato x reader #pesci x reader #illuso x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure

[crazycatfaery]

Silrah + aurora

I still have several way older prompts to fullfill, but this one made me get back into writing again after not writing a single thing since HEX. I'm back at it!! Thank you for the ask, Anne, hope you'll enjoy this short and emotional fic! (and no I haven't forgotten your second ask😉)

Summary: When Saul wakes early he has to confirm that the events of the past day were actually real, and not just a cruel dream.

From the pretty words writing prompts ask meme: Aurora - write a scene where your character sees the sunrise.

Read on Ao3 or down below.

Aurora - Silrah

It was still dark when he woke, the past day’s events rushing back immediately. A pang of worry urged the headmaster to practically fling himself from his bed, his brain doubting if any of it had been real. Dressing as quickly as he could and running from his suite, Saul followed the growing need to make sure it most definitely was real.

Only slowing down as he entered the infirmary, he made a beeline to the one small private room in the space, only to immediately halt upon seeing the empty bed. The sheets were neatly folded and tucked into place, looking as if no-one had occupied them since yesterday evening.

Spotting the fairy he was looking for standing by the window in a thin bedrobe with one arm wrapped around herself and the other holding a drip stand on wheels, he slowly exhaled in relief. A transparent bag with a faint glow dangled on its hook, connected to her hand by a long and narrow tube.

Saul walked up to Farah, without uttering a word. Coming up partially behind her he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Her warmth radiated through the fabric, solidifying the fact that she was really there and not just a figment of his imagination. He hadn’t dreamed up finding her unconscious in the woods near the school, not far from the cemetery where their former headmistress and commander had supposedly gotten rid of her, nearly completely drained of all her magic. Hadn’t they found her at that time, she would’ve surely perished within a few hours, Ben had informed him. Where she had been in the months they presumed her gone forever, no-one knew.

“Good morning,” he whispered softly. He received a soft hum in reply. “That’s beautiful,” he added as they watched the sky turn brighter, the sun peeking its first rays of the day over the treeline in the far distance.

Farah shuddered, taking a shaky breath.

“What’s wrong, love?” The term of endearment rolled off his tongue without any thought, and he froze slightly at the realization. The fairy said nothing of it, instead bringing her hand up to cover his.

“I never thought I’d see another sunrise,” she finally whispered.

Saul slipped his hand from under hers, causing her to glance back over her shoulder at him for a second before realizing what he was doing. Taking place right behind her back, he wrapped his arms around her. With a deep sigh Farah immediately leaned against him, cradling his hands with hers. Pressing his cheek against her hair he suppressed the urge to squeeze her to him as tightly as possible. He began to fear that if he let her go, she would disappear on him for good this time.

Their mutual friend went unnoticed by them when he came to check up on the fairy, deciding to quietly turn around and leave after spotting the pair by the window. That check-up could wait. And so they simply stood like that for a long while, with no notion of the actual time, simply watching the sun climb higher and higher into the sky as the world and the school slowly woke around them.

~ Ask me more ~

#my writing #pretty words prompt #prompt meme #fic meme #Silrah #farah dowling #saul silva #ftws fanfic #fate the winx saga

[onlymorelove]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thank you so much for sending me this ask, Stella! <3<3<3 Did you do a self-rec thing of your own? Pls link me if you did; I'd love to read it. I can't pick favorites of anything, so I'll just mention five fics I wrote that I like.

Unwell (Fandom: Bones (tv show))

Yup, the mighty Temperance Brennan was sick. Takes place after Season 3, Episode 4.

I love banter-y ships. I wrote this fic 15 (!!!) years ago, but I remember getting a kick out of mixing banter and silliness with deeper conversations. Booth even reads Brennan a short section from a romance novel. :D It's been a while since I wrote Unwell, but I think I wanted to follow some loose threads in Bones and explore the emotional ramifications; fic is such a great place to do that. He's a candle (burning in my room) (Fandom: MCU)

It's just sex, isn't it? (Some talking + a lot of feelings + a smidgen of smut = this fic.)

This is a Steve/Tony fic, and it means a lot to me; I think it always will. There's a splash of body image issues, a dash of pining while fucking, and a ton of emotional vulnerability that's tied up in the sex, the build-up, and the afterglow.

My only sibling killed himself in February 2018; my dad died less than five months later; I started writing this story around three months after my dad's death. Life was a huge struggle, and so was writing, but I tried really hard to get down words, and I pushed myself with the imagery and the feelings. some words build houses in your throat (Fandom: MCU)

The night before they travel back in time, Tony says what he needs to say.

Someone anonymously sent me a "stevetony + confession" prompt in response to a three-sentence fic meme here on tumblr. This fic was my attempt to fill their prompt. It's a sort of missing scenes fic for Endgame. I was hungry for a little bit of team feels. I wanted Steve and Tony to both use their words AND try to behave like adults. Adulthood is complicated. We don't always get everything we want. Not all of our dreams and wishes come true. I wanted to play with honesty/revelation but also with restraint. And I really, really wanted Steve and Tony to quote parts of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass to each other. So I wrote it. ;) I Barely Knew I Had Skin Before I Met You (Fandom: Timeless (tv show)

Sometimes love is found in unexpected combinations. Lucy wakes in the middle of the night to find one less man than there should be in her bed. [Set sometime in the future. Lucy, Garcia, and Wyatt are in a polyfidelitous relationship. Translation: the three of them are romantically involved and are faithful to each other. They also live together.]

As mentioned above, I have a weakness for banter. I wanted to write a story with a poly ship—Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston/Wyatt Logan. I wanted banter, flirting, and domestic fluff, and I wanted discussions of grief and loss because I thought they made sense in the context of the show's canon. A few small scenes popped into my head, and I wrote toward and around them.

my life is for you (and no one other than you) (Fandom: Teen Wolf (tv show)

It’s a journey they began years before, but one they have to take again and again. Together. (Post-coital, slice-of-life fic. AKA sass and fluff.)

Courtesy of my Thiam phase in 2017, here we have Liam Dunbar and Theo Raeken as adults, being established-relationship ridiculous and sweet. Thanks again for the ask! *hugs*

#answered asks #ask games #crownofstardustandbones

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

I am appalled there is even a debacle over you requesting that authors receive sincere interactions from readers. I’m sure there is nothing more dehumanizing than readers and commenters sending a request or demanding a sequel like you are able generate one on command and there is not a please, a thank you, or even a conversation. Especially after pouring your energy and existence into a piece of art. I am still so grateful for ‘King For A Day’ and how much you had put into that piece of art. You brought the golden trio to life for me and they’ve always been dearest to my heart. I had always been hesitant about requesting or writing something polyamorous due to my inexperience and not feeling comfortable questioning monogamy. Knowing the type of fanfiction you write, how unapologetically comfortable you are with your identity, and your genuine drive to have a relationship with your readers made me unafraid to ask. You created something so meaningful about sexuality, sacrifice, identity, temptation, loyalty, acceptance, and love while preserving the magic and characters. That was just from a smut request! Meaningful conversations, requests, interactions, etc are not just benefiting her. If more authors received a morsel of this quality of feedback or humanity, they’d want to provide more for their readers. We have devolved from symbiosis to amensalism. What do authors get out of a few notes after spending weeks, months, or years crafting plots, conflicts, resolutions, and characters? Food for thought.

okay but discussion of King For A Day is so important when it comes to this topic. because it is such a great example fic. thank you so much for sending this message!!!

just in general thank you for everything you have said in this message, because everything you are saying is so true and makes so much sense. and I just - I need to chat about this fic in particular and everything surrounding it. people who know me will know that I bring up King For A Day so often

King For A Day was a huuuuuge spiritual awakening for me as a writer. I consider it to be a perfect fic in terms of a representation of me as an artistic and the execution of my ideas being perfect in the final product on paper

something I have not mentioned - as a kind of experiment, so far this year I have been writing down what are my top ten fics of each month (statistically) from Tumblr, and putting them on a chart. so, the ten fics that get the most notes each month (not just new ones) get noted down so I can see which fics and which fandoms do the best, and so I can see if new fics are performing well - just out of curiosity.

King For A Day has made the list a few times. and every single time I go back to the fic, the number of likes and reblogs has increased, but it always has the same 15 replies on the post. and those 15 replies are the discussion that you and I had on the fic when it first came out - and even if I don't always read through those, seeing that number brings me so much joy. because it reminds me that I made just one person really enthusiastic about the fic in order to spark a discussion about the fic

and it makes me feel like the fic was successful. I do not judge the fic's success on whether or not the likes go up - but by the fact that there was a full fledged discussion in the comments, and it made one person enthusiastic about the fic. that's it

on the other hand - I consider the AO3 comments of King For A Day to be the fucking war trenches of comments. I consider it to be like the Menacled effect (and I think that the Harry Potter fandom is one of the most tiktokified fandoms when it comes to AO3 memes and 'big' fanfics, so they are one of the most entitled fandoms, and one fandom where the culture feels so different, especially on AO3) - but the AO3 comments of King For A Day are a huuuuuge example of how not to comment on fics.

50% of the fucking comments are passive aggressive and asking me to change something about one of the main elements of the fic

'I would like to read a second chapter' - this is not a chaptered fic, this is a oneshot. so there won't be one. also you put this in like a McDonalds order, and that's not how this works?

using the word 'but' in comments like this just doesn't work. if you have to put the word 'but' in a fic comment, then you shouldn't be commenting.

this comment would be perfectly fine and normal and good if it stopped at the heart. BUT (lmao) this fucking comment lives in my mind in infamy because this person for some reason clicked on a fic that is clearly labelled as an x reader fic (written by an author whose entire account is x reader fics) and wanted me to change that main element of the fic??

and for this fic in particular - I have no fucking clue what canon character they would have wanted me to put in place of the reader character. there is no character who easily gels with the dynamic of the Golden Trio - hence, why I invented the reader character in the first place (to show someone balancing out the trio's personalities and acting like a bridge between them to mesh all of them together). like if you want this to be with a canon character - pick one, and use Word Replacer to put them in. don't fucking bother me about it.

and right now, some of you reading this post are readying your little fingers to type a message to me going:

"well you can just moderate comments! you can delete comments you don't like!!" - yes, but I still have to read comments like this.

comments don't get filtered and deleted before I even see them.

even if I delete comments like this, even if I moderate comments - I still have to read them. when people go through the thoughtless process of typing out a comment like this and hitting send, not at all thinking about how that comment will appear to the author, the author still has to read their weird demanding passive aggressive comment. even if they don't reply to it and delete it. (and I usually do reply to comments like this, because I try to politely guide people in the way of being more polite with my replies by telling them I have no plans to change the fic and no plans to make a sequel so they shouldn't ask for it.)

HOWEVER - there is a big difference to me between people commenting on a fic that is in progressing and a fic that is already finished. I have gotten all of my creative satisfaction from King For A Day. especially from the discussion that you and I had surrounding it. so those passive aggressive comments annoy me, a lot - and it makes me feel like people don't appreciate something I think is perfect and beautiful - but they don't ruin the work for me.

people commenting something like that ^^^ on a wip would ruin it for me. and it would completely dash my motivation to finish it at all

and like people have to realize that most of the fics I post are FINISHED. they are finished. so commenting on a finished fic asking for major changes or asking for a sequel where one was never intended is just a douchy thing to do. it's like if someone made a chocolate cake and brought it to a party (for free) and then you took a bite and told them that they should have vanilla cake instead. they're not gonna go back and remake the whole thing just because one person said so. or it's like saying that they should have made and brought brownies too. like nooooo

most of the time, I am posting a work that I have already gotten creative satisfaction from and I am just looking to (maybe) get a second burst of creative satisfaction (like a secondhand high) from having a discussion about it with someone. seeing people notice details in my work or having them ask me about my thought process gives me a second burst of creative energy - and that's all I'm looking for. and sometimes it gives me more ideas for those characters, or even ideas for a sequel to that work that you guys might want to read as well

otherwise, I move on to other creative pursuits, looking to get my creative high somewhere else. that's it

if anyone remembers the time I wrote You Shook Me All Night Long - discussion surrounding the fic got everyone a 20k bonus blurbs series. because people were messaging me excited to see Max get makeup lessons from the reader character and they were excited to see more about Steve and the reader's family. and I wouldn't have written it if not for people's excitement and discussion of the fic. I would have moved onto another fic right way.

I still don't get how or why people think that discussing the work with the writer is a trick when it directly benefits them because it just gets more fics for them???

because like you said - King For A Day, a fucking 22k fic, came from you randomly planting an idea in my inbox - not a request, not a demand, a seed of an idea - an idea that sparked my brain and made me so crazed that I wrote the fic within a week. and that is the kind of thing I'm looking for. people to vibe with me and help my creative vibes. and if not for you, that fic would not have existed.

that is the power of readers reaching out to writers with good intentions

#articlesofalise #sundrop answers #fanfiction #discussion #interactions

[womenareonline]

A letter to someone I haven’t talked to in months

I wanted to write something about how it is hard to create something (art?) that involves someone else and try not to hurt them. When you want to express yourself and how you feel but someone else is involved in the process. Instead, I wrote this: something very personal about one specific person in mind. I am sorry, but sometimes we just do.

I moved to Barcelona around 6 months ago. Remember how I told you I had applied for a master’s degree? I went to see the Japanese House in Newcastle, one of those bands that not a lot of people know, and you probably haven’t. And on my way, I stayed in Manchester. I really like Newcastle, not so much Manchester. I take the bus at 10 pm to get back from uni. I took the night bus at 4 am to get back from a friend's house once. Sometimes I take the metro late at night back from my brother’s. That’s kind of rare back at home, remember how much anxiety it gave me? It was my birthday two months ago. I don't know if you remember or just ignored it. I turned 28. It hurt, to be honest. It really hurt when you didn't even text me. It hurt to think you just forgot. Did you even think about me that day? Do you even think about me? I am writing my thesis. It’s about memes. Who knew my trolling tendencies would get me to write an entire thesis? I did really well in my classes and I really enjoyed my thesis subject. I still get waves of depression, anxiety, and isolation. I’m trying to get better at that. I go on walks and force myself to do stuff I like. It’s all a bit easier here. It’s safer, sunnier and there is so much stuff I haven’t done yet. It’s very different than in Latam. I spend a lot of Fridays crying. Because I miss home or because I just feel a bit lost. I miss my family a lot. My sister got married. It’s funny because for a while I thought about inviting you. But then all of that happened… My other sister was here a few days ago and we spent some time in Paris. I also miss Coni. Lollapalooza Argentina is around the corner and I wish I could experience it with her. I talked to her all day and she replies within the day which I really need. Doesn’t take her a month. I saw the 1975 in Madrid and Paris. I know you don’t like them and just pretend you did for me. You probably hate Matty Healy because of the Taylor thing. That’s funny. I am better at that. Caring less about online discussions and bullshit. It truly doesn’t matter. In the end, none of it matters. Bet you are glad you no longer have to keep up with musicians you don’t know. Or pretend you like their music. Speaking of that, I'm still hurt at what you said when all of that went down. It really hurt. It hurt the way you grabbed my feelings and threw them to the ground. After all the talks we had, I thought you’d be better than that. I know you want to know about my love life because that’s all people like you want to know. I am taking my time to heal so I’m working on myself, I truly don’t want anyone to get in the way of that. Guarding my heart and mind. I don’t have much to say. But today I was leaving the Louvre crossing the road to walk by the Seine and I saw the Eiffel Tower. I was listening to You're Loosing Me by Taylor Swift and I realized you truly lost the best thing at any party, me. I mean look at everything I get to do. Look at everything I enjoy and the people I have. And you lost me.

#young poets #female poets #writing #writer #writers and poets #words #letter #thoughts #my thougts #love

[winderlylandchime]

Hello!! I love how we are all hoping that Jordan brings back the podcast, i need those two besties back so badly. I feel like they have so much stuff they could talk about especially now with the strikes, it’d be fun to hear their take on it. I am honestly not ready for him to find out how the filming and the aftermath of the show was on Gale and Randy. I know he’s gonna lose his shit to find out how some people were towards them (especially since his idea of Gale in his head is obviously different and in his mind Gale and Randy are bffs like how he is with his friends.) but also i think he will be shocked to find out they both kind of stepped back from the show and had certain issues with it. He did storm in my room randomly today and went ‘IS THAT WHY THERE WAS LESS SEX STUFF?!’ Which btw it was 10 am when he did that, I barely knew i was awake. Basically he was up almost all night thinking about the finale and the podcast (he is once again that conspiracy meme) and he realized in later seasons there’s less sex scenes and now he is distraught that maybe it’s because Randy was uncomfortable. He was having an entire crisis over it. While I don’t know what all i will show him/what he’ll see on his own (i wanna show him bts content and like obviously anything else i can find) but i will be keeping con videos/posts FAR away from him because some of those are the worst things ive ever seen in my life, no offense to anyone. I will say, If you or anyone has any ideas what else I should show him, let me know because he has been losing his mind begging me to let him listen to more of the podcast.

As for our mom, i swear that woman is actually pretty chaotic herself but unlike my brother she hides it better. Both of our parents are insane but for some reason only he doesn’t even make an effort to hide it. She did get a long email sent to her by my brother because she was ignoring his calls and he wanted to talk about s4 finale. It was titled ‘IMPORTANT! NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SHOW’ and then it was almost a short novel about the show.. He wanted to hear her thoughts since he is still undecided about Justin not saying yes to moving in. And he wrote a little bit about the podcast and he also asked her if she thinks Randy would like him if they met (clearly he is feeling a certain way about this) which caused a different crisis, a much bigger one: would Gale like him if they met. That crisis lasted almost 2 hours btw. Anyway as a reply to the email she just forwarded it to our dad who forwarded it back to me to tell me to ‘change the wifi password.’ And then I immediately got a call from my mom about the podcast asking me if it’s about the show and how he already has enough weird hobbies and why can’t I get him into something normal like a pottery group or painting group or something with normal people around. And then I heard in the background our uncle who went ‘after all the stories about him talking to DOCTORS, you want to unleash him on a person who is not medically trained?’ So he is now being encouraged to stay home and watch tv. Also: he is currently talking to his best friend about the finale, while writing down mind maps and lists of what he thinks season 5 will be. He’s having a bit of issues with it because the LA offer apparently fucked quite a lot of things up for him so his original list no longer makes sense. He is also talking to him at the same time (he’s jumping from topic to topic) about Gale and how shocked he was that Randy didn’t enjoy the qaf fame. I don’t know how this became my life. More importantly I would just like to say: i cannot wait for your new fic! I mean your last fic got us here so I can’t wait to see what happens next. But also bearded Brian>>

The podcast talking about the strikes would be amazing! I was hoping we would get a Barbie movie episode but alas. I really want to hear the besties talk about Greta Gerwig.

I have never seen the con clips and I’m grateful. I have too much secondhand embarrassment to sit through that boundary-crossing behavior and invasive questions.

I LOVE that your parents were like “change the wifi password” and uncle was like “unleash him into the world?” and they responded “jk never mind.”

I personally think Gale and Randy are still friends but we would never know with the one proof of life per year Gale gives us and Randy being tightlipped about his time on the show.

Wait until your brother realizes that one of Randy’s partner’s is named Justin (or is that the kid? either way there’s a Justin!)

I am dreading his reaction to S5 but we all watched it so he must as well…

And, yes, bearded Brian >>>

BUT I saw your request at the top - folks let’s start to pull together a post-S5 education for all necessary BTS for Brother Anon to fully understand QAF! In box me or comment on this post.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[kobithedragon]

Yet another essay about tumblr (originally intended to be sent as an ask to @cyle but I decided to just post it here instead).

ps: I have a #tumblr tag for more meta-commentary (although if you scroll far down enough there's a very long and annoying essay I wrote that nobody really needs to read)

I did a meta-commentary tumblr meme thing for u and the team I hope u like it ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

There's good n bad of both sides of course, I just had this idea for a meme because there's a clear dichotomy between the different social platforms in our current day and age due to the ageing of the internet, and this'll only get more interesting as the internet ages further. Tumblr seems to be at somewhat of a fork in the road after Yahoo thought they were Facebook and bought x trendy social platform(s) to stay relevant after years of decline. However, unlike Facebook with Instagram, over the years Yahoo failed to adapt the once trendy flickr & tumblr to new trends such as the switch to smartphones (Instagram is a smartphone app before anything else) or the rise of video-based content (IGTV and now reels) and the ever increasing lean on social features rather than blogging features (Instagram's story replies leading to direct conversation rather than more forum-like reblogging to a thread).

Anyway, I'm glad Yahoo left tumblr virtually untouched besides a few tweaks and oversights that shrunk the traffic. A huge userbase at the cost of being like Instagram? Heck, ban whatever you like, but don't close the api. Tumblr is tumblr because I can thoroughly explore without an algorithm (thanks via chain!), I can reshare permanently (thanks reblogs!) and consistently and not sporadically (thanks queue!) to a publicly viewable and paginated archive without breaking any sort of links to the communities I shared from (thanks the via chain again!), I can do all this on whichever 3rd party software I choose with whichever features I want, aaaand I can annoy people in the dashboard by writing huge essays without a read more section. And we can all make a ridiculously long reblog chain together. At least to me, that's what tumblr is. Freedom to explore and express. No matter how tight the guidelines become due to everyone's least favourite fruit, who also claims to be the arbiter of the direct word of God (perhaps you've seen the post floating around where Apple disallows incorrect interpretations of religious scripture even though scholars have been arguing over what it all really means for quite some time now), the core mechanics of the tumblr platform allow for so much expression and diversity to be aggregated by everyone.

While tumblr isn't quite as "specialised" as flickr or "underground" like are.na, it has way more of an identity than Facebook. There's no such thing as a "Facebook user" because everyone is a Facebook user. It's the same with Instagram, and even Pinterest. Everyone uses them because they appeal to everyone. And that's fine of course, because tumblr also wants to appeal to a diverse community. But they don't have their unique charm like tumblr does. Lesser known platforms have a charm. Platforms with niche features that don't exist just for user engagement and profit but instead for the sake of a higher purpose. Older platforms have a charm. Those that are both unknown/declining and relics have survived because they weren't shut down when they stopped being profitable or easy to run like Google+ was for example. They keep going because they're precious and important to their userbase. Tumblr doesn't wake up every morning because it's easy, it does it because it must! You guys have been through a ridiculous amount but you're still going strong. Alternatives need to exist. And they were made because the internet is exciting, not because the internet is profitable. To quote Porcupine Tree's "The Sound of Muzak":

Hear the sound of music

Drifting in the aisles

Elevator Prozac

Stretching on for miles

The music of the future

Will not entertain

It's only meant to repress

And neutralize your brain

Soul gets squeezed out

Edges get blunt

Demographic

Gives what you want

One of the wonders of the world is going down

It's going down I know

It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares

No-one cares enough

Now the sound of music

Comes in silver pills

Engineered to suit you

Building cheaper thrills

The music of rebellion

Makes you want to rage

But it's made by millionaires

Who are nearly twice your age

One of the wonders of the world is going down

It's going down I know

It's one of the blunders of the world that no-one cares

No-one cares enough

If we replace "music" with "social media" we get a profoundly accurate description of our current situation - predicted back in 2002 while Geocities was still cool. But I know that whatever tumblr does, whether it adds stories or reels ("takes"?) or whatever the next big thing is, or even if it invents something completely different, it'll still be tumblr. It's a tough world out there with all these social media giants swallowing up the userbases of their still living ancestors and their exciting alternatives. I have a lot of respect to you guys for keeping this ship afloat. I hope you can break even someday. I wish you the best:)

Ps: this is really very long, so you don't have to worry about posting it or anything. It started off as "hey there's an idea for a meme" and sorta just became "oh man. I got so carried away and here I am 4 hours later re reading this for the 50th time". Also I'm too lazy to rewrite the meme now but I kinda want to reword some stuff like "aggressive monetisation" in regards to Instagram and Facebook just means like the whole privacy Ad scandal, which of course tumblr has nothing to do with, and then there's paying for features that have been taken away which is at the opposite end of the spectrum but I guess can also be interpreted as "aggressive monetisation" right? I mean are.na has no commercialisation whatsoever, it's tiny and probably covers it's tiny server costs thanks to subscribers and investors and flickr has a tonne of photos it needs to store (well, less now unfortunately but it's still probably an insane amount, all that internet history) and it's overt about how much money it's losing but then there's the 100 year thing which seems cool, I just hope enough people are subbed to Flickr pro and they're getting enough revenue from those ads💔. Anyway so tumblr has done neither of these things yet, it's not advertiser friendly and it's not paywalling any features that should really be free (are.na isn't usable with a 200 post (aka block) limit. It really isn't. 4 days later and I'm 200 blocks in - not making any new connections. It's very unhealthy for the platform to restrict it's core feature and stunt the growth of archives. It's actually very heartbreaking because there would be so many more connections, so many more channels, so much more to explore. There should never be a limit on that stuff in my opinion, especially on are.na)..Yes there's a store now and the shopping cart skeleton dude (actually seeing that is what inspired me to do this in the first place, it was just interesting and cute) which is something are.na would probably never do but I'm not sure if it can be compared to the Facebook marketplace but I have no idea where any of this is headed but I'm excited because where does tumblr fit in the social media dichotomy as we accelerate into a rapidly changing future of the internet? Only time will tell. Truly fascinating platform.

#kobithedragon speaks #tumblr #are.na #flickr #instagram #facebook

[stardustedsins]

Heat Wave

Reader/Polnareff (gender neutral reader)

(This is a silly little summer fic with the crusaders hanging out together. It’s not my best work, but I had fun writing it, so I thought I’d share it.)

“It’s so hot.” Polnareff complains, fanning himself with a magazine.

“It’s the heat.” You mumble in reply, and he groans and swats lazily at you with the magazine.

“Don’t meme at me, I’m dying.”

It is really hot, so much so that you’re all sitting around in as little clothing as possible. Polnareff flung his shirt off into the corner long ago, and even Jotaro has taken his coat off.

“That’s it.” Joseph claps his hands together. “We’re going swimming. Everyone go get changed and meet back down here in five minutes.”

He sets an example by leaving the rest of you and retreating to his room. Swimming sounds great in this heat, so you peel yourself off the cool floor and return to your own room to change, everyone else doing the same with varying levels of grumbling (mostly Polnareff).

The group reassembles in swimsuits, carrying towels and a volleyball Kakyoin had found somewhere in the house.

Seeing the pool, you’re glad once again that Joseph had booked this rental instead of hotel rooms for your little reunion trip. The water looks perfect, but–you snag Polnareff’s arm when he tries to pass by you and jump straight in.

“Sunscreen first.” You remind him, shaking up the spray can. Everyone applies sunscreen, helping get each other’s backs, and then it’s finally time to swim. Kakyoin dives right in, Avdol uses the stairs to acclimate to the cold water more gradually, and Joseph pushes Jotaro in before jumping after him. Iggy lays down at the side of the pool, apparently not interested in swimming.

You decide to follow Avdol’s lead and use the steps, since the water is cold. You don’t make it far before Polnareff snatches you up.

“Where are you going?” He cackles as you squirm in his arms. “Come join us in the deep end, chéri!”

“No, wait! Jean!” You laugh, then shriek when he nearly drops you.

“Better close your mouth!” He tries to throw you in, but you manage to cling to his arms, and the shift in weight overbalances him and drags him in with you. You hit the water together, resurfacing right next to each other.

No one bothered to style their hair this morning just to hang around at the house, so Polnareff’s long hair is stuck to his face now that it’s wet. It’s kind of cute, actually.

Kakyoin’s volleyball lands between the two of you with a splash.

“Look, there’s a net we can set up. Let’s play!” He calls out, and you quickly divide into two teams. You end up with Polnareff and Joseph, with Avdol preparing to serve first for the other team.

It doesn’t last long.

You don’t know why you expected a normal game. None of you are really “normal” people. Joseph had hit the ball a little too high, and Kakyoin had used Hierophant to reach up and whip it back at your team. Once stands got involved, the game couldn’t possibly last long. You’d used your stand’s ability to speed up Polnareff’s shot, and Jotaro had returned it with a spike from Star Platinum that was so powerful it had popped the ball.

“I was going to complain about not being able to use Chariot, since, y’know, sword. But apparently I’m not the one we needed to worry about.” Polnareff teases, retrieving the deflated remains of the volleyball and tossing it next to everyone’s towels at the side of the pool. Iggy snorts in amusement.

“Sorry.” Poor Jotaro looks awkward as he apologizes, but Joseph ruffles his hair (earning him an irritated look).

“Don’t worry about it, we all got pretty into the competition there. I’ll pay for the ball when we check out.”

“Let’s just relax for a while.” You suggest.

It’s nice just to float on the water, or sit on one of the bench-style ledges in the pool. The water is cool and refreshing, and you can chat with the group now that you’re all just hanging out more quietly. Joseph tells a story from his youth that you’re not sure is entirely true (there’s no telling with him), and Polnareff tells jokes (some of which no one gets, but he assures you are very funny in French).

As the sun goes down, and the heat of the day starts to fade, you get out of the pool and dry off. Joseph brings an armful of drinks from the fridge, and you sit on the patio furniture and enjoy them together.

“We should have a barbecue next time.” Avdol suggests. “I could make kofta.”

“I could probably manage yakitori.” Kakyoin adds. “I don’t cook much, but grilling isn’t too hard.”

“Let’s do it!” Joseph agrees, and Iggy licks his lips in anticipation. “Next time we’ll all plan a grocery list and get a grill. I’ll make steaks and asparagus.”

Next time sounds delicious. You’re already thinking about side dishes to accompany the grilled fare. You’re often able to meet up with one or two of the group, especially with several of you traveling frequently to help the Speedwagon Foundation, but it’s always special when all of you can be together. Letters and phone calls aren’t quite the same as being in the same room.

You sit in companionable silence for a while before Kakyoin breaks it.

“Hey,” He gets your attention with a suspiciously innocent look on his face. “When are you and Polnareff going to stop dancing around your feelings for each other?”

“Oh, perhaps we should give them a chance to talk privately about it.” Avdol chimes in, grinning.

“Yes, let’s go inside.” Joseph stands from his chair with barely contained mirth on his face and ushers everyone into the house. “Goodnight, see you tomorrow, lovebirds!”

“Wait!” You don’t make it to the door before he locks you out. An awkward silence descends as you turn back to Polnareff. His cheeks are lightly dusted with pink, but he sounds confident when he speaks.

“Well… I wanted to wait until I could arrange something more special, but…” He says your name softly, almost reverently. “Kakyoin was right, I do have feelings for you. I also deeply value our friendship, so if you don’t-“

“I do!” You interrupt, not wanting to let him go on thinking you don’t return his feelings.

“Oh! Then you won’t mind if I take you out to dinner after this trip?”

“I’d love that.” You’ve had dinner together plenty of times, but this time will be special nonetheless as your first date with him. You’re already looking forward to it.

“Then I’ll have to come and sweep you off your feet with the perfect dinner date! Prepare to be romanced!”

You’ll have to prepare something special yourself, then. He deserves romancing, too.

But first…

“Is Joseph going to come back and unlock the door for us?” You ask, looking in through the glass at the empty room on the other side.

“If he isn’t, then he can pay for the lock.” Polnareff summons Silver Chariot, who spears the whole lock assembly on his rapier. With the core removed, the remains of the bolt fall out of place immediately, allowing the door to open.

“After you, chéri.”

#sorry if there are formatting issues! I’m on mobile #gender neutral reader #sfw #my writing #new tag: #summer vibes #stardust crusaders #jean pierre polnareff

[allknowingfaith]

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[daintyduck99]

"I found this meme that I think you'll like. Wanna see it?" for your most self-indulgent pairing right now

Julie’s in the zone. She’d had a breakthrough while Luke was in the shower, and she knows he’s dying to hear what she’s come up with, but she can’t lose this momentum. 

Her fingers fly, recording the lyrics in her notes app, only to produce a string of nonsense as she gets a notification that makes her mind screech to a halt. 

Bobby never texts her. Why would Bobby text her? 

Her heart pounds with the possibilities. Something happened to Reggie and they need to rush to the hospital. He figured out that she and Luke have feelings for him and Reggie and he’s freaking out about it. Worse, he only partially figured it out, and he wants her to stay away from his boyfriend. The record shop burned down and they’ll have to find different day jobs. He hates her tattoo, actually. 

She clicks on the notification mechanically, lungs expanding painfully as she sucks in a breath.

I found this meme that I think you’ll like. Wanna see it? 

Julie squints. The letters on the screen don’t change. 

Her chest still aches when all of the air leaves it with a whoosh. 

Loving them, Luke and Bobby and Reggie, is just like that, a necessity that’s more than her body can handle, leaving her gasping with the force of it. She can't control it, and she can't live without it.

Luke nudges her thigh with his foot, and she crawls over to his end of the couch, flopping down on top of him with a sigh. He wraps his arms around her, which always soothes the ache in her chest. She’s safe in his arms, and nothing seems impossible when she’s there, listening to the determined thrum of his heart. Together, they’re unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. 

He kisses the top of her head. “What’s wrong, boss? You get stuck in the song again?” 

“No.” She hooks her fingers into the gaping armholes of his shirt, biting down on a smile as he squirms. He’s so ticklish. “Nothing’s wrong, really. It’s just that Bobby texted me, and I don’t really know what to make of it, or how to reply.” 

“Shit, he did? Like, voluntarily?” 

She chews her lip. She’d been so caught off-guard that she hadn’t thought of that.

“I guess Reggie could have asked him to. That does sound like the sort of thing he would do.”

Luke hums. “Let me see?” 

She fishes for her phone where it’s trapped between them and gives it to him, tucking her face against his throat while he rests his arms on her back and reads. 

“I don’t think Reg helped him with this. It’s a little too—abrupt. Bitten off and awkward, you know? That’s very Bobby. It sounds like he’s trying to show that he was thinking about you, and like, maybe Reggie advised him to do that, but Bobby definitely wrote this.” 

Hope burns somewhere in the vicinity of Julie’s heart. A smile tugs at her cheeks. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. You should totally flirt with him, I bet he’ll forget to send you the meme.” 

They workshop potential responses, pacing all over the apartment as they do so. She sends their carefully crafted reply and locks her phone, though it still swims behind her eyes with all of the lyrics she has yet to write.

I’d love to see anything you’d like to show me <3 

Luke barks out a laugh from across the room, and Julie’s head snaps up. “What?” 

He strides toward her and holds out his phone, which he hasn’t touched in hours, probably. 

Has my boyfriend asked out your girlfriend yet? 

Her breath catches. Of course Reggie would be the one to partially figure it out. 

And Bobby would beat around the bush.

“Should I call him?” Luke muses, trailing after Julie as she makes a beeline for the dresser.

She clutches his notebook to her chest, hands shaking with everything she’s barely holding back. Luke hooks his chin over her shoulder, grinning encouragingly in the mirror. 

Unstoppable. They’re unstoppable. 

They’ve got this. 

“Yeah. Tell them to come over. We have a song to show them.”

#julie x reggie x luke x bobby #established juke #established boggie #ficlets with ash #i love you prompts #you know I had to go with this one #julie and the phantoms

[kallistcs]

knowing your partner well can potentially make writing a lot easier, repost, do not reblog. meet the mun.

— basics

name, Unni pronouns, preference of communication, Prefer IMs first, then Discord if that might be needed! single/taken, Single

— three facts

I unintentionally read the last book of the Belgariad first. For some reason the fifth book was all my mom had? So I read that first... but it's what got me hooked on fantasy and then sci-fi, and it's all been downhill from there!

I've helped transliterate the government meeting protocols of the year 1766 for publishing.

While I definitely learned of Greek myth sometime when I was young, the bulk of it has definitely been since 2020 when I randomly thought about Ganymede and his myth and how much I like Zeus/Ganymede and then decided to devour a lot of the old sources for myth. I started with the Iliad, then read the Theogony and the Bibliotheke.

— experience

Writing-wise for RP (I did do some before that, offline), it'd have been... uh. Gaia Online? Yeah, I think so. Probably right around when it started, in fact? So 2003-ish. Then over AIM and MSN, Livejournal and Dreamwidth and only last year here on Tumblr as well.

— sub-genres

Reading, fantasy and sci-fi. Which is kinda reflected in what fandoms I write in, too! For RP, either of those, fluff, adventure, romance, etc and so on, whatever. I'm not really into horror, though.

— plots vs memes

Either! But I admit, plotting, even if just a little (whether from the start or during), definitely makes things a lot easier!

— long or short replies

98% of the time, long replies. I always feel kinda awkward and like I've not written enough if it's just one or two paragraphs or so. I know I can get a little too wordy sometimes, though ffff

— best time to write

Anytime I've got the time! Though, replies-wise, since I am only on the site and not on the app, if I'm writing during the day (during the work-week that is) I'll probably be writing down some snippet for my current fic(s) that I got inspired for, and save replies for later!

tagged by/stolen from: @fadedpath tagging: if you want to do it!