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[gokiburikko]

PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

1. Alias / name:    che 2. Birthday:    like anyone worth their salt...in april 3. Zodiac sign:    ew are u going to ask my myers-briggs next 4. Height:    on the cusp of average 5. Hobbies:    writing, drawing, media consumption, cooking, crosswords, diy, studying 6. Favorite color:    pink isn’t a standard option in many things and it’s upsetting 7. Favorite book:    adults don’t actually “read” so i’m going to take this as an opportunity to promote howard the duck, specifically the 2015-2016 run by chip zdarsky and joe quinones, especially because it is getting a hardcover collector’s release in november and, like, the collector, i intend to make that duck mine.  8. Last song:    my sister and i were just singing “we love you conrad” from bye bye birdie to our dog if that counts 9. Last film / show:    like much of twitter, i missed the end of the emmys (because CBS decided to not exist), but it’s okay because that means i didn’t have to see hamilton win anything. also miracle workers. it’s a good show, but if you need convincing to watch, it has daniel radcliffe dancing very sexually to “she’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes.” 10. Recent reads:    i have at least 12 tabs open on my phone with different manga, but i couldn’t tell you the titles off the top of my head and i think that says a lot. go read chainsaw man before the anime comes out. i promise the fandom isn’t that annoying if you ignore makima fans. 11. Inspiration: sometimes music, but i am incredibly picky, so most won’t do anything for me...movies work much better, especially if they’re overflowing with chintzy emotion. in terms of general characterwork, i’m often inspired by fashion and interior design. who would wear this outfit and why? what kind of person lives here? that sort of thing.  12. Story behind url:    gokiburikko = gokiburi + burikko. “gokiburi” is japanese for cockroach, and conveys a sense of resilience and determination. to be a cockroach is to be unbeatable—to stand tall, even when the world doesn’t want you. burikko is a pejorative japanese term for someone who acts overly cutesy, particularly in a way that is often perceived as fake (to curry favor). if that’s what it takes to survive...do you know which character this refers to? 13. Fun fact about me:    i'm actually so funny

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[pandemicthestory]

1: introduced

The love story of a teenage girl trapped inside during the end of the world. Daily chapters during the coronavirus pandemic. 

Neon orange nails tap at a laptop, chatting with someone across the internet. This manicure is fresh, except no one has left their house in weeks, so we know she did it herself. 

ADMIN_E: just sent your essay back. Gonna be 300 bc of the works cited 

GUEST48: oh come on 

ADMIN_E: i need the money, and you have more money than you need

GUEST48: ugh pls just tell me this is gonna get me an A in AP US history, i need this grade to get into duke 

ADMIN_E: lol, you’re actually worried about getting into college?

GUEST48: uh yeah, aren’t u?

ADMIN_E: Sweetie the world is ending. Who the fuck cares

*buzz* 

She looks away from the computer and down at her cracked iPhone 7. Another thing she’d like the cash to upgrade. The bigger issue: it’s basically impossible to scam in peace with her group chat constantly blowing up. But what are your best friends for, if not to provide human contact during an infinite quarantine? 

Madison is a self-proclaimed burnout, who used to be the carefree athletic type until a soccer injury sent her spiraling into an emo-grunge moment. Zoe is probably going to run for president and also be a doctor at the same time, unless her weird senior boyfriend convinces her to leave on a weed farm (which he would totally do, wow Gabriel sucks). And Olivia is sort of the one who keeps everyone together, obsessed with being a friend. She’s the one who religiously decorates your locker on your birthday even if you insist that it’s not necessary and that actually you’d prefer if she didn’t because it’s embarrassing. That’s Olivia.

MADISON: holy shit did u hear 

OLIVIA: I was just about to text you guys. My mom just told me. R u ok?? 

ZOE: wait what’s going on?? wtf tell me rn !! 

*knock knock*

The bedroom door opens without waiting for an answer.

“Emma?”

Emma Bradford, a skinny 16-year-old wearing an oversized hoodie and boxers, slams her laptop shut with way too much force. Hopefully it isn’t broken, she’d have to find a different way to cheat the school system for money. 

“Mom, what happened to our deal? If we’re going to be stuck at home together, you have to pretend I’m AT school. As in don’t speak to me before 3:25 PM.”

“You can’t say I didn’t knock. I knocked.” 

“It’s not about knocking, it’s about--wait why are we even having a conversation? See you at dinner. Or not. Just go please.” 

Emma jams in her air pods and pulls up her hoodie over her head so you can’t see the top of her face. She’s used to hiding her identity, and even in quarantine, old habits die hard or whatever.

Mom sighs, she doesn’t want to be here either. Out of all her kids, Emma is the truly difficult one. The smart one who uses her brain for all the wrong reasons. And wow those nails are intense. Traffic cones. Kids these days. 

“I just came to tell you that...well we just got a phone call from the school district. It looks like classes are going to be canceled for the rest of the year. Zoom classes too. Everything. I’m sorry.”

Emma’s stomach drops. Canceled? Like, wait, canceled? Canceled. But...how will she earn hundreds of dollars doing writing assignments for her fellow dumbasses?

“Seriously? How is that possible?! Don’t I need like, an education and shit?”

“Government spending is affecting everyone in strange ways right now. And wait a second, I thought you’d be happy. You always tell me how much you hate high school.”

Mom raises an eyebrow. Emma hates that. If her mom starts digging around in her personal life again, she’s going to find some weird shit. Not just forged essays, but, well, let’s just leave that all buried for now. 

“I do hate school. And I don’t care if I never go back. But I do need some boundaries, so please get out.”

Her Mom closes the door. We can’t see, but that eyebrow is definitely still raised. Something’s up with Emma. Her mom just has no idea of what it is, or how big it’s about to get.

Emma examines the group chat, having missed over 80 texts since she last checked it five minutes ago. 

EMMA: i don’t have time to read all that but, school, right?

ZOE: How can this happen? I already have a prom dress and it was final sale!!

MADISON: u don’t HAVE to go to prom this year zo- when gabriel goes to school next year u guys will prob break up anyway and then you’ll be free to go to like 10 more proms w guys who haven’t been arrested

ZOE: He was not actually arrested and we are doing long distance we already discussed it! 

MADISON: you don’t think they’ll cancel prom do you? if i have to do prom over zoom i’m legit done 

EMMA: So, prom is what you’re all worried about?

A brief pause. 

OLIVIA: Well what are you worried about Em? Or aren’t you

EMMA: Oh well idk. I mean i’m not that worried

EMMA: I just mean like it could be worse

As soon as Emma sends this, she doesn’t know if she actually believes it. She doesn’t know what’s coming. 

ZOE: Sure, I guess...

MADISON: UR BEING RLY WEIRD EM 

EMMA: Ah you’re right sorry, it’s just a weird time. I love u guys btw 

Everyone sends their signature heart emoji. Zoe: pink with sparkles. Olivia: yellow. Madison: small red with red dot underneath. And Emma sends the black heart, because she really needs to start acting like her normal self as people are getting suspicious. Her best friends know almost everything about her. Almost. They don’t know about what she’s doing on the side, or what she plans to do with the money. 

Emma takes a deep breath and reopens the laptop. No school is going to be a problem. No school, no assignments, no college applications, which means: no income. And no income means no leaving...no running off with...him. 

Him, the eternal problem. Him who won’t get out of her head no matter how much she curses the day he was born. Him from that other school that’s annoyingly far yet still too close for her own good. Him who knows her favorite candle scent. Him who rests his hand in the space between her hip bone and her belly button. Him who lied. Him who was forgiven. 

Him. 

She stares at the interface of her ghostwriter page on the screen. This was good while it lasted. She’ll just need a new plan to get to Him. 

Emma is about to shut the computer when: 

*Ping* 

New Assignment.

What? Every student at Harrison Ford High School got the same announcement today that she did. School’s canceled. No more class, no more losing sleep over getting into Duke. What a random life goal. 

Seriously, what the hell could this be?

Emma clicks the link to open the new assignment, to learn that it isn’t a new assignment at all. It’s a drawing?  

Circular lines, deflated shapes encircling each other. Like oil in water. The picture could almost be, well it looks somewhat like...a map. Holy shit, this is a map.

The lines of the map are messy and hand drawn. As if someone made this in a rush. Or maybe they were confused about where the path leads. But underneath the twists and turns, there’s a note: 

before you run away, come find me

#writers #writer #writers on tumblr #my writing #short fiction #story #pandemic #coronavirus

[tirednoona]

Happy Birthday, D

For @dameviolencia <3

It’s not a date.

It’s not a date.

It’s not a date.

Your phone screen lights up, promptly breaking your mental chant, and an odd sense of panic causes your heart to leap. 

It feels like 1999 all over again, when you’re victim to your pubescent desires and whims. And the mere mention of someone’s name turns your knees into gelatinous goo.

It’s a text from Changkyun, short and cryptic. “gonna run a lil late. Will tell u about it later.”

It’s not a date, so you shouldn’t mind too much. You shouldn’t feel like an overeager girlfriend that deserves a two-page explanation detailing all whereabouts followed by a hand-on-heart apology. 

Besides, Changkyun hasn’t been the type to elaborate anyway. 

“if my ramen gets old, i’ll hate you forever.” You text back.

There’s no reply. No sad face emoji. No usual cheeky comeback. Minutes pass. Nothing. Now you’re worried. 

You take one rueful glance at your phone’s clock. The time doesn’t even register in your brain. The anxiety has set in. 

Changkyun will probably bail. He will realize that there’s no point to this juvenile cat-and-dog chase and find someone who won’t give him such a hard time. He’ll finally ask out the new HR temp who calls him Daniel and makes heart eyes at him whenever he turns the corner. 

He’ll finally realize it’s not worth it.

You’re not worth it. 

Your screen lights up just then. 

“aajdgfhsjak” he texts back. You’re not sure what it means, but it’s the most welcome keyboard smash you’ve ever gotten. 

The text works like a fleeting anesthesia, because seconds later, your gut tightens again, shaky fingers hovering your phone’s keypad. You NEED to know. “does that mean you’re not ditching me then?” You press send before giving yourself any space to chicken out. 

The next few seconds are torturous. He’s either driving or he hates you and wants nothing to do you with. You have good reason to lean towards the latter. 

You look around you. You see happy faces, long faces, families, friends, romantic pairs eye-fucking over their pork ramen. None of them have a clue that there’s a heavy storm brewing inside you, about to burst out and wreak cataclysmic destruction if not calmed soon.  

You hate this feeling of inevitable doom. 

Your phone rings, loud and disruptive, in the relative quiet of the ramen place.

“What?” You blurt out, a little too harshly.

“Did you really think I would ditch you?” His voice. God, his voice. He sounds astonished, for the most part, and incredulous.

“You weren’t answering my texts— classic move.”

“D,” he sighs, “There is no version to this story that would ever, in any shape or form, physically allow me to ditch you. I will punch the sun just to close the distance between us and see you. The actual sun.”

You laugh, out of relief, annoyance, maybe fondness. “Then don’t ignore my texts.”

“I’m driving!” 

“Then hang up and get your ass over here.”

“D, wait.”

“What?”

“I just want to make it clear that I’ve wanted to take you to my favorite ramen place since last year, at the Christmas party.” 

You bite down on a smile, even though he can’t see you. 

“You’re smiling right now, aren’t you?” You, too, can hear the smile in his voice. 

You roll your eyes. “Shut up and hurry.”

 ---

  By some cosmic joke, Christmas means change. People that don't usually interact are suddenly cramped in tiny booths sharing stories as if spellbound by some divine holiday spirit.

The bar, usually bare, is glowing with red, green, and gold. Wreaths, garlands, and all types of ornaments have overtaken the otherwise laidback, cool atmosphere of the room, paper snowflakes on the wall, in case the Santa Hats were too subtle.  

You can say leaving your booth and your friends to say hello to the new hires is also a change. On any other day of the year, you fraternizing with people from other departments would be like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs.  

But you're still feeling mellow from the joint you smoked earlier and socializing doesn't seem like the worst thing. You make your way to a small group of unfamiliar faces, brushing past a couple kissing under the mistletoe.

"Hey, cute hat. I'm Deirdre." You reach out a hand to a guy whose name you think is Changmyun? Changyeon?

Your voice redirects his attention from the mini stage setup to you, to your Black Widow-inspired makeup, to your own lame Santa Hat.  

He takes a good look, blinking a few times, before taking your hand in his. "I know."

"Oh, have we met before?"

"Yeah," he says, "I got lost in your floor on my first day. You showed me the way out."

"Oh," You look down and lighten the feeling of shame with a small chuckle. When you look up, his eyes are on you, kind and warm, promptly dissolving whatever sense of uneasiness that was trying to creep up on you.

"You really don't remember?" He pouts. "But I thought I made a good impression. I called you 'ma'am' and everything, and you smiled."

You shoulders relax. He seems safe, and cute. And young, you tell yourself belatedly. "You're making this up."

"Wow, first you say you don't remember me, and now you accuse me of lying." He sighs, slipping his hands in his pockets. "I really can't win."

"What are you? Are you drunk?" You squint.

"Are you high?" He bites down on a smirk, but there's no judgment behind it. If anything, he looks amused? Fond? Familiar? Like an owner watching their dog struggle in a onesie.

"A girl got needs, Chang---" You pause.

"Changkyun. See? You remember!"

"I'm sorry, okay. After a while, the faces just blur together." In the back of your head, you wonder how you could possibly forget a face like that. A character like that. "I'm probably just not used to seeing you in a hoodie or something."

"I can go back to my place and change into my work clothes.  Maybe that'll jog your memory."

"Or I can buy you a drink right here right now and we'll be even."

"You don't have to do that. I'm just kidding, D."

Something tells you the nickname should bother you. But looking at him, the little dimples denting his youthful cheeks, the dusty brown hair, the cute lop-sided Santa hat, you decide to let it pass. "I insist," you lead the way to the bar, "so you can stop whining about it."

"I don't whine." He mutters under his breath. He follows like an obedient puppy. "I howl, I bark, I meow. But I don't whine."

"I can't believe you just unironically said you make housepet noises." He says as you talk to the barman.

"I'm very obedient and highly trainable." He leans against the bar and turns his body towards you. It makes you feel hot for some reason, threatened. He smells like peppermint, eggnog cookies, and trouble, the last thing you need.

"And I'm allergic to pets."

"Bullshit." He says, easily, the half-smirk back on his lips. "You have a dog at least." He narrows his eyes, "And I bet you've given them an interesting name with some pop culture reference."

"Seriously, what are you?" You ask with some wonder. "No, I genuinely want to know." You demand when he starts laughing.

"I can be anything you want, baby." He says after a while, voice dropping to a lazy drawl.

"Wow. That was... That was bad." You both burst into giggles, bodies falling together.

 "You want to know why I remember you?" He turns to you after your 5th glass of something (at this point you've stopped asking), your whole body in a state of buzzed bliss.

"Is it my sparkling personality? My stellar flying skills? My weed stash?" You joke.

He lets out a deep chuckle. "First of all, I didn't learn about the plane-flying and stash until tonight. And while I obviously admire your personality, it's not what drew me in."

"So, what is it?" You lean forward a bit, running the tip of your finger around the rim of the glass, challenging him.

"It's your green eyes." He admits, undaunted.

"Stop flirting with me." You joke again. "It's not gonna happen."

"I'm serious. You have the most enchanting emerald eyes I've ever seen and I've been haunted by them since that day."

There's no denying it. This boy obviously has some sort of effect on you. It's the deep chuckles, the slow smiles, the earnest compliments. You've known him for a good three hours yet it feels like you've been huddled in this booth for half a lifetime, and planning to stay for the other half. It's unsettling. No-- It's terrifying. Like the picture-perfect start of a horror movie.  

"I need to go." You tell him, sliding out of the booth.

He blinks at you, confused. "Wait, what?"

"It's been nice knowing you." You say, and it feels like a goodbye. "I'll see you around, okay?"

"Oh." To say he looks disappointed is an understatement. "I thought we--"

You sigh. "Happy Christmas, Changkyun."

---

The door of the restaurant swings opens, and you find him standing under the door chimes, flushed, eager, and out of breath.

You wave your hand and he spots you immediately, a smile beginning to spread as he jogs his way to your table.

"Happy birthday." He says before planting a soft, cold kiss on your cheek. "You look beautiful and I—suck. I’m so sorry. Got held up at work and the traffic was just terri–"

"I'm just glad you're here." Spurred on by the lightness in your chest, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your mouth to his, softly at first, then insistently, with purpose. He grips your waist like he's grounding himself to reality.

"Wow," he whispers as you pull away, breathless. "Does this mean it's a date?" It's the same confused, helpless look he gave you when you left him at that booth a year ago, but better. So much better.

You give him another peck on the lips. "Yes, Changkyun. It's a date."

#For Deirdre #Happy birthday my love

[savemefrommyselfxv]

Letter writes again.

Buddy. :') I've always been a "lover from afar" kinda kid man. Ahah. Non-invasive. Solo hustles but send immense do'as your way kinda thing. Clean cut hiatus are a biiiit hm hahah ya la and you gotta know maybe how idk hahah it's still the whole "I wanna pantau" but it's ramadhan so we gotta maxxxximize but yeah, yknow? Hahah untranslated into words. May meanings get across. (I look forward to your writes actlly aha but tak nak taruh harapan ah)( kinda like... Wanna know how you're keeping up but yeah no pressure kinda thing)(low key care aha)(fillah, fillah. I leave you in the care of Allah and with hopes you'd be able to well discern and be your own good shepherd to your own soul, yeah buddy? Hahah little one with light, khair insyaAllah) But yeah actlly so many reminders/shares I wanna share ahah but seeee the non invasive, indirect type of me tannak directly share so kau pandai pandai la oki hahah find traces I may leave with intent for it to reach you, if they're meant to reach you. Let me leave 3!! 1) May youuuuu draw in closeness to Qur'an. Open pages randomly and just trace your finger and see where it lands. Aha. I did this on first ramadhan night (ok la actually what I did was open quran app and scrollzzz and see where it stops hahah) and it ended on surah Al Luqman and I didn't finish reading and I decided I'd keep coming back and been reading like a few lines each time like on the bus otw somewhere etc and :"""") realise what I stumbled upon was immense treasure trove of wisdomssss (duh hahah it was a story of Luqman (peace/blessings/mercy and redha of Allah upon the one mentioned in Quran) to his bunayya. So yeah for now from this surah: 1. Be grateful to Allah. Don't syirik. 2. Serve and be grateful to walidayn :") Then I did the finger trace and open quran randomly thing again last night (this time with actual quran) and I ended on Al Ahqaf 15/16/17 ANDDD aGAINN ahaha it's about parents so :") no reminders reach coincidentally, kan? Also: Last night, I bumped into my father's cousin aka a faraway aunt, who was my ustazah who taught me how to wudhu and solat and I still rmmbr how jakun I was at 5yo to learn to duduk di antara sujud :""").hahaha so yeah alhamdulillah it's quite nostalgic much feelz to "see how far" the journey traversed since I was 5 ah :" 2) (ok let me give up with "leaving you with 3" aha and continue this free writes ok) // don't lose sight of your ramadhan goals oki!! Wether solat goals or reading goals or quran memorisation goals or 99names goal or do'a goals or mathurat goals. Ini reminder to self jugak actlly. Ahah I should translate these goals into writing and a proper checklist ah since I'm more visual but yeah for now mine's still in my head and whileeee ramadhan on the whole has been pretty good and alhamdulillah upon everything I've slipped up a biiiit at the start but yeah insyaAllah. Just keep running/walking/get back on track/wa atubu ilaih. And thank you for sharing that wirid (that youtube vid!!). It was rlllly rllly peaceful soul calms. I think it helps ah to find such goods - whether singsong type of rayhan songs that helped me in memorizing do'as (like the bismillahi ladzhi la yadurru song or the penghulu istighfar they made into a song or do'a iman or even selawats that have beau tunes.) idk tunes beautifies so yeah. :) alhamdulillah ((I've been including more 'alhamdulillah' in my thoughts and speech after I've been talking to you man hahah and for that truly alhamdulillah)) ( I rmmbr this one reminder: Alhamdulillah for Alhamdulillah, for Allah allows for us to remember and to even utter alhamdulillah is a nikmah in itself) (and astaghfirullah for our astaghfirullahs that were absent minded/unsincere of repentance and returns) I rmmbr how excited you were to make this a gamechanger ramadhan that will touch deep your heart and soul and pour light type and take u leaps forward into positiv vibes and light so keeeeeeep goinz ok torchbearer. Ramadhan is so beautiful ahah. Ustaz nuzhan shared ytd about the dream Abu tholhah had (I think) about 2 ppl who entered islam tgt same time and both did worship tgt etc except one mati syahid first and another passed a year after. Tapi the one who passed a year after entered jannah first (I think). Only for the reason he got to live experience and immerse in one extra ramadhan than the brethren. And the diff between him and his kawan, is like, distance between heaven andddd earth. MasyaAllah right? :")) and yeah ahahah I cried badly when the azan kumandang to signify dah Ramadan (ahahah ok maybe I'll post that write here hm) But okiiiii. Take care, ok? HAHA imma still pantau and see idk if I should pull full hiatus from this opensilvers kindergarten friendship hahahah but well seems not like it // but beneficial shares inshaAllah and addu'a biddu'a and jia you and may your sinssss wash away wash away with your temperature/falling sick (seeee, husnuzhon billah, Allah wants to purify uuu) Hahahah. Until next writes, aight. For Allah, by Allah, to Allah. In truth an audience of One. Abdi lillahi mulk samaawati wal ardh. Take care, mirroredz (insert smiley face and sparkle emoji) (and green heart to rmmbr rasulullah saw)

[auideas]

Ask the Admins 10.0

@genosha-meiuqer: This is to Admin M -- Out of curiosity, do you drive anything like a War Boy?

M: Yes. That is actually a problem I have irl. I drive far too fast. Haven’t gotten pulled over yet though! (knock on wood)

Anon asked: Describe yourself in one adjective.

Chamomile: Talkative

M: Witty

Syren: Enthusiastic

Jynn: Resilient

Vox: Amiable

Anon asked: Do you have other sister blogs or affiliate blogs about writing? Or maybe you can rec us other writing blogs? Not that auideas is not awesome, loving this blog! Just, you know, want to follow other blog. Thanks! Loving your aus btw!

Chamomile: We have @nsfw-auideas​, which has been inactive for a while since I became uncomfortable running it and the other admins sort of dropped of….but for blogs that inspire me, I always love @writing-prompt-s​ because they give me ideas for prompts with their prompts (if that makes sense, lmao) and also from fanfiction/fanart. I get //so// much inspiration from fanfiction/fanart.

M: Yeah we have our NSFW blog, but that’s pretty much it, and I don’t really have a lot of time at the moment to look at other blogs, so this is definitely one for the other admins to answer.

Syren: I second what Chamomile mentioned, and I also get a lot of inspiration from @inell​ who is a writing machine in the Sterek fandom. It's insane how many stories she churns out, and they often help me mindlessly brainstorm, if that makes any sense??

Jynn: I get a lot of inspiration from @otpprompts​!

Vox: @otpprompts​ and @writing-prompt-s​ are two other really great prompt blogs! ( ≧▽≦)

Anon asked: curious about the new assistant admins. mind doing information pages for them like you did for the admins?

Chamomile: Here’s all of our pages: Chamomile // M // Syren // Jynn // Vox

Anon asked: When I'm grown, a martyr I will never be. I won't cry for you. I won't suffer for the things you do. I won't cry for you, see. Even though I understand you, Kankri.

Chamomile: this is a sin

M: get outta here

Syren: *Castiel voice* I don't understand that reference.

Jynn: I had to actually go back and find this song again for Chamomile so I just have to say how dare you make me relive that.

Vox: This ask has 6een marked as triggera6le and will 6e taken d9wn by Kankri Vantas. (ง •̀_•́)ง

Anon asked: So I know that this blog is SFW, but do you mind if I use your prompts in a NSFW story?

Chamomile: That’s totally fine! Whatever you do with our prompts is totally up to you.

M: ^^^^^

Anon asked: Have you decided what theme you'll be using? I remember a while back one of the admins asked what the followers think about the current theme.

Chamomile: Oh yeah, we got this solved a long while back. If anybody has a theme that they think is really nice and that we should try out, then send it to us!

Anon asked: What is your opinion on "Shrek is Love, Shrek is Life"?

Chamomile: get out

M: leeeeeeeave

Syren: I am daily surrounded by meme trash and could probably recite it perfectly if I tried. I am only slightly ashamed.

Jynn: I'll never forget it. That being said, I never want it in my presence ever again.

Vox: You scream, I scream, we all scream for Dank Memes™

Anon asked: I finally talked to my future college roommate. Accidentally ignore her email for a week tho... Not really off to a great start?

Chamomile: I can’t tell if this is a prompt or you telling us about your day but my advice would be to get her a card that’s like “I’m sorry I ignored your email for a week” and then some candy or whatever else she likes.

M: Lol man that did not happen with my current roommate - we actually sent each other our first introductory emails at the exact same moment even though I was across the country. Thankfully, we’ve clicked very well, but I would recommend not getting on their bad side right away, or that’ll make your year not so much fun.

Syren: Dude, I am the worst person at communicating possibly ever. I have lost friends because I forget to reply to them for months, no joke. I've found the best way to make it up is to be as sincere with your apology as possible. I've learned not to make excuses. Don't sweat it!

Jynn: I'm glad you reached out to your roommate, good job! I'd go with Chamomiles card and candy idea.

Vox: -looks at the messages I have in Line that are months old- -l a u g h s- Oh honey.

Anon asked: Do you (admins and assistants) know how to make gifs? Also, how do you pronounce "gifs"? "Jifs" or "gifs".

Chamomile: I have no clue on how to make a gif, and I pronounce it like “gift” without a “t”.

M: Gifs. Hard G. I will fight you on this.

Syren: I have no clue how to make a gif, though I've been thinking about learning (barely any gifs out there for When We Rise). Hard g.

Jynn: There are tons of gif makers online, I also have an app for that. I pronounce it “Gif” with a hard G

Vox: I LOVE making gifs!! They’re super fun. Also I use both alternatively.

Anon asked: how do the admins like the new assistants? And how do the assistants like the admins?

Chamomile: I think they’re pretty great! Everybody has been really good with getting their prompts in the drafts so admin m and I can approve them. No real problems.

M: Two thumbs up from me! I can now feel more stress about my school and social life than about this darn blog...

Syren: They're all generally fabulous people and make me feel welcomed. I'm the youngest of the bunch, but that doesn't change anything. Also, I have a habit for apologizing for everything, and they always assure me that it's all good and that they've all been there.

Jynn: Chamomile, Em, and I have actually all been friends for upwards of a couple years now, and I've contributed to the blog here and there before so it hasn't been super different for me tbh.

Vox: If I could put emojis into replies, this right here would just be a string of sparkles and hearts. Everyone’s been really nice!!

Anon asked: I haven't been on this site since forever and I just got back. Nice to see more prompts that I can add to my growing list of things I want to try writing :) (Also, "Runaway" and "So Sad, So Sad" are some of my favorite songs! :D )

Chamomile: Eeeeee! Thanks for loving the blog! Also I know right, I have some pretty good music taste if I do say so myself ;)

Anon asked: Knowing that someone else uses Japanese emoticons makes me really happy. ＼＼\ (۶ÒワÒ)۶//／／ Where do you get yours from, Vox? An app, website, or other?

Vox: Yaaaaa, kaomoji are super funnnnn!! ☆⌒(*＾-°)v I have a Japanese keyboard on my phone so I automatically have a bunch of them readily available.

Anon asked: Choose five of the blog's followers that you've talked to a fair amount and say what story genre you think they would be a character in, and if they would be a protag or antag.

Chamomile: Instead of choosing just five, I went with all of them. Here’s the link

M: I willllllll do this over break - expect a post on my admin blog!

Anon asked: If life was a standardized test, you would be "Answer B" because I always turn to you when I don't know what to do.

Chamomile:....that’s actually really sweet?

M: Omfg.

Syren: This would be really cute if the thought of standardized tests didn't throw me into a panic over upcoming midterms, SATs, and ACTs

Jynn: Awwwwww!

Vox: I’m in various stages of oh god and that’s so sweet and lol my name is actually Bee so this is kind of great, are you flirting with me anon, winkwink. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Anon asked: What do you call a flirty Greek? A Socratease

Chamomile: The King of flirty Greeks is Mithridatetease (Mithridates)

M: Get out.

Syren: As long as they don't have an Oedipus complex, they can tease all they want

Jynn: More like MithriDATEs

Vox: Has war flashbacks to Greek myth lectures. Sweats nervously.

@all-made-of-stardust​ asked: So I love your blog, and I especially love all your Never Book quotes. I was wondering - what's your policy on using those quotes? Can I directly use the whole quote? Should I change it a bit? Should I not use it at all? There's several quotes I have been thinking about using, and I just wanted to make sure I was doing it right.

Chamomile: hey there! This is a pretty popular question, but our policy is that you can change it however you want (adding in words, changing pronouns, etc.) but don’t repost it anywhere without crediting us. Cutting our parts is also totally fine. If you write something inspired by TNB, or has a TNB quote in it, make sure to shoot us a message and we’ll make sure to add it to the follower’s works page!

@ihaveatheoryabouttimetravel​ asked: What exactly is the never book?

Chamomile: Hey! I’m the creator of The Never Book (TNB) and here’s the long version of how/why I created it (link), but the short version is that TNB is supposed to be a collection of writing prompts to help inspire you to write. Some of them are very dramatic, while other ones are humorous, and other ones are meant to be cliffhangers that make you want to write what happens next. The name “The Never Book” is supposed to imply that all of these quotes come from a story that has never been written, meaning that they’re free game for prompts as well as to make stories out of.

Note: I’ve entertained the idea of trying to write a piece of fiction with a ton of TNB quotes crammed into it. Might try to get around to that if anybody is interested.

Anon asked: Is it okay to Writer's Block shame a friend who has an almost complete first chapter for 57 different fanfiction pieces???

Chamomile: #me

M: Shame us all

Syren: I'm too fragile to be bombarded like this

Jynn: I'm being called out.

Vox: First of all how dare, it’s only 56. (ง •̀_•́)ง

anon asked: tbh between chamomile and m i really thought that chamomile was younger. i have been surprised but not unpleasantly so             

Chamomile: I’m definitely shorter and rounder than admin m, but I’m older by like, a year and a half? Something like that?

M: I am the alpha.

anon asked: assistant admins, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

Syren: Blue Moon (it's an upper Midwest thing I guess)

Jynn: Chocolate

Vox: Mint chocolate chip

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