#◟ . haiku — inbox

[tolkienaboutit]

I hate all all bot blogs

Except for the Haiku Bot

Haiku bot can stay

[supersoftly]

A new phrase appears // Which fits the scheme of haiku // Bunny girl armpits

[moeyoken]

ENJEEEEEE !!!!!

// HIII! so sorry for the delay, i hope you've been well ;;

@dayrisen

[an-atlas-or-other]

Uhm

What?

[aceinacloset]

IMAGINE GETTING HAIKU BOTTED

Yeah, imagine

[prosebrne-arc]

@museinmultitudes asked, ( reasons to cup a face ) WONDER Mitama @ Rhajat

❛ poetry will never be my strength, ❜ rhajat shrugged, quite content with the crumbled - up parchment in mitama's hands despite the natural scowl darkening their face, ❛ but you can have it, if you want it. actually, yeah, don't give it back to me. i'll throw it into the fireplace if you don't keep it. ❜

yet, where the previous threat would have garnered a reaction from the poet, rhajat was not given a response. in fact, mitama had not made a single noise besides a small acknowledging hum, her gaze stuck to the paper. so, of course, what was the diviner to do if not to redden hopelessly at the realization that their friend was analyzing their work with such purpose?

they had written the puny haikus as little practices, ones they deemed alright enough to leave out in the open; hence, mitama's ability to get it in the first place.

❛ tama. ❜ no response. ❛ tama? ❜ rhajat pushed themself to sit up, their hands flat on the futon as they frowned, ❛ you're spending an awful amount of time reading them. they're not that—— ❜

good. they're not that good, was what they would have said if mitama's hands hadn't reached for them mid - ramble. her palms pressed against their cheeks, her face leaned close to theirs—— if the vicinity hadn't made them splutter incoherently, then it was the generously kind smile on her lips as she said... whatever it was that she said.

hm, now that rhajat thought of it, through the embarrassing mush of their brain, they could hardly make out whatever mitama was saying!

❛ shut... shut up, you're overreacting. ❜ they muttered, ignoring the hypocrisy within their voice, ❛ you forget that you're the poet between us. ugh, give it back; i want the paper now. ❜

[talon-dragonbeast]

alterhuman trick-or-treat!

as october comes to an end, the time for Spooky approaches. the creatures of the night awaken, their reflecting eyes shine in the darkness. and what better way to celebrate than a good old trick-or-treat?

inbox trick-or-treating is a beloved tradition here on tumblr, which consists in sending an ask to the blog(s) of you choice as if they were houses in your neighborhood and you were the kid politely knocking on their door. you would ask, "trick or treat?" and the asked would then choose whether to reply with a treat (picture of candy) or a trick (a joke, a poem, a haiku, a drawing...).

well... thats the normal one anyways.

i propose something a bit different this year: an alterhuman-themed trick-or-treat! what is that, youll ask? simple: the 31st of october, instead of sharing candy, we will share our 'types snacks! for example, if youre a cat therian you can share a fish-shaped treat, if youre fictionkin you can share your favorite food from your source, if youre alienkin you can share your cultures traditional dish... the possibilities are endless!

how to participate? reblog this post to let your followers know youre doing this! the 31st ill send an ask to everyone who interacted with this post so no one misses out on the fun. see you on halloween!

[judyjudybaboodee]

Part 2 of this:

taglist !! - @spaghettisquashpasta @starlockheart @bimboliciousdulce

After about half an hour of Steve and Robin running around the hotel looking for someone with a puppy who was willing to be photographed (taking an alarmingly long time due to the majority of them being fans) Robin was back to trying to write an acceptable paragraph.

Eddie leaned over her shoulder, squinting at the screen. “You gonna open with like… a Shakespeare quote? Or something flirty? Oh! Do a haiku.”

Robin shoved his face away with her palm.

“No. This is a real paragraph. A full ten sentences. No fluff. No clichés. I’m going full earn your attention mode.”

Jonathan sipped his soda. “Wow. You’re down bad.”

Robin didn’t even deny it. “You didn’t see her. She called me a rockstar like it was a mild inconvenience. It was hot.”

Steve looked massively amused. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

Nancy leaned forward, eyeing the screen. “Okay, but remember - she’s clearly not impressed by fame. Don't come on too strong. Keep it real.”

“I AM keeping it real,” Robin snapped, then immediately deleted an entire sentence that started with "As the world’s most famous lesbian," and tried again.

She could sing to a stadium of seventy thousand people, but THIS was actual pressure.

Subject: A Compelling Case for You to Go Out With Me

Hi. Okay, full disclosure, I have no idea what kind of paragraph you’re expecting, but here goes. My name is Robin Buckley (but you knew that), and apparently I’ve been famous long enough to forget what it feels like to be a little flustered. You did that. Not by screaming or crying or doing anything dramatic, but by not doing any of that. You just... treated me like a person. Which was weirdly rare. And kind of amazing. And it made me want to know everything about you. Like why a corporate lawyer is slinging espresso shots like it’s a side quest in some chaotic video game. Or what kind of music you actually listen to. Or whether you’d let me buy you dinner that isn’t made of oat milk and burnt croissants. So this is me, trying. Attached: VIP tickets, a backstage pass, and, per modern courtship rituals, a photo of me holding a puppy I met exactly 4.5 minutes ago. Hope this earns me a reply."

She read it aloud dramatically while the others provided real-time reactions like a live studio audience.

“Awwww wait this is so cute!” Steve cooed as he looked over it.

Nancy grabbed the laptop, scanned it, and gave a crisp nod. “Solid structure. Charismatic. Slightly chaotic. Very you.”

Eddie clutched his chest. “I’m rooting for you like it’s The Bachelor.”

Jonathan just nodded sagely. “Godspeed.”

Robin hit send before she could second guess it, then fell backward on the bed with a groan.

“What if she thinks it’s cringe?”

“She won’t,” Steve said confidently.

”I'm pretty sure she will," Jonathan mutters with an eyeroll, only to get smacked in the head by Steve.

Robin closed her eyes. “I don’t even know her last name.”

“You will,” Eddie grinned.

---

The reply didn’t come that night.

Or the next morning.

Robin spent most of the pre-show hours alternating between refreshing her inbox and yelling at Steve for checking her inbox when she went to the bathroom.

“I just wanted to see if she answered!” he defended, caught red-handed with the laptop on his chest like it had always been his.

“She didn’t. You’d know. The earth would’ve shifted.”

The show itself was electric. Robin poured all her energy into it — strutting, howling into the mic like her heart wasn’t somewhere behind a coffee counter in a smudged apron. The crowd lost their minds when she climbed up on Eddie’s amp and screamed the final verse of Freaklight, locking eyes with Steve in that old routine of feeding off each other’s chaos.

But when the lights went down and the adrenaline faded, the inbox was still quiet.

Until.

Backstage. Lights dimmed. Everyone post-show sweaty and high on endorphins. Nancy was in logistics mode, juggling calls. Jonathan had already vanished to smoke something questionably legal. Steve was face-deep in a post-show burrito. And Robin’s phone buzzed.

New Email: 1 Unread

From: Y/N \[REDACTED]@gmail.com

Subject: Re: A Compelling Case

---

Hi Robin. Paragraph was solid. You made your case. I liked the bit about modern courtship rituals, and the puppy pic gets bonus points for audacity. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious, so here’s my counteroffer: meet me tomorrow morning. 8AM. Same coffee shop. You bring your best version of “normal human person.” I’ll bring a plan. If you’re late, I’m pretending I don’t know you. Deal?

— Y/N

---

Robin let out a noise so loud and victorious it made Steve choke on his burrito.

“She SAID YES!”

Nancy blinked up from her planner. “What? Like… to the date?”

“Yes! Coffee shop. 8AM. She told me to act normal.”

“You?” Eddie laughed. “Normal? You’re gonna combust.”

But Robin didn’t care.

She was already digging through her bag for something presentable to wear in the morning, humming a slow, off-key version of a love song she hadn’t even written yet. The kind that wasn’t for a stadium. The kind that started in a quiet corner of a coffee shop with a girl who didn’t care about fame.

And for the first time in a long time, Robin felt it.

The thrill of the unknown. Of maybe. Of what if.

She couldn’t wait.

[katy-books]

Scammers on Fanfiction.net

Most of my interactions and messages are from so called illustrators and concept artists saying I inspired them and asking if I'd like to collaborate. I think I got one of those messages on a haiku. It's ridiculous. Is anyone falling for this? It's a fan fiction website. None us own the copyright for the thing we're writing about, so why would we pay for "professional" art? I suppose some poor sod is falling for the over flowery messages, otherwise the scammers wouldn't be doing it.

I feel like it would be less disheartening to have no interactions and an empty inbox. I'd really rather have a dead account than god only knows who seeing me as an easy target for whatever reason. Do they think I'm so lonely I'll eat up the attention? Do they think I'm broken by lack of confidence and crave compliments? I'm really not that lonely. I like talking to people, but my life doesn't depend on a message in my inbox 😕. And I might get irritated by punctuation and grammar mistakes, and missing words and jumbled words, but I'm pretty confident in most of my actual storytelling. I like compliments, because everyone does. Not gonna lie, a genuine one can make my day. But I'm not waking up every morning with tears in my eyes thinking "why does everyone hate my writing!?" 🙄

And it seems to have started here on tumblr too.

Has anyone else seen this on either site? Is it just me they're pissing off? Do I have victim written across my forehead?

[honelle56]

Just thought of some fun Trick or Treat stuff for my inbox tomorrow :D gonna flip a coin or something and you will either get

Trick: a (highly serious) self-written haiku about dnf

Treat: a picture of cute animals from my trip to Namibia two years ago

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

Guys. Old and new follows, anon veterans and newbies. This is a Redacted Audio blog. It is quite literally written in the rules that all confessions must be about Redacted Audio in some way.

If your confession isn’t about Redacted Audio, you shouldn’t be sending it. If you don’t even know what Redacted Audio is, you shouldn’t be in my inbox.

This blog is for the Redacted Audio fandom, ABOUT the Redacted Audio fandom.

This blog is not for confessing about your masturbation habits, or your low impulse control, or your self confidence issues, or Rain World, or how you lie to your friends cause you don’t know how to communicate with them like adults, or about how you kissed frogs when you were little, or about how you didn’t know that haiku bot was a bot for haikus, or whatever else is happening in your life.

If it isn’t about Redacted Audio, it doesn’t belong here in my inbox.

Thanks

-Priest

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

In honor of him taking care of Gem's inbox, Jimmy Solidarity versus emails.

If Jimmy had one flaw, it was being too damn nice.

If he had any flaws, of course. Which he didn't. He was tall and handsome and amazing and a genius, and more than capable of taking on any task he set his mind to! Including this one, which he had taken on out of the goodness of his heart, because he was just that awesome. He could handle sorting out a few emails.

A few...thousand...emails.

Jimmy flopped back on his bed, and the holographic UI of his communicator followed him. He stared up at the red notification label that loomed over him menacingly, casting a shadow over the warm sunny day and familiar chatter of the Hub that he could hear outside his open window. A few hours and he'd barely made a dent in Scar's inbox. Never-opened newsletters, expired coupons, and obvious scams were deleted with barely a second glance, while receipts and important records were sorted into folders.

One folder was earmarked for fan mail, even the ones full of criticism rather than compliments, though anything that was outright vitriol Jimmy made the executive decision to delete. Another folder was dedicated to requests from sponsors and potential collaborators, things that Scar needed to look at himself in the near future and reply to. The ones with recently-passed deadlines were responded to with a canned apology - except in certain cases where Jimmy recognized the senders' names and got a little creative with his response. He hoped Joel appreciated the haiku.

Why had he made that stupid joke about being everyone's personal assistant while they were gone? Worse, why had he said "no really" when they joked back?

He knew why. It was the shadows under Scar's eyes, and the exhausted tremor when he gripped his cane or chair wheels. It was the tightness in Impulse's laugh and the way his tail flicked low to the ground. It was the way Gem's face fell when she opened her communicator to see another email notification, covered quickly by a smile that didn't reach her eyes. It wasn't that Jimmy wasn't busy himself. But his friends had poured so much of themselves into this event, and so many other projects too. It was worth a few hours of inconvenience to take a little bit of the strain off their shoulders this week.

By the time the sunset stopped casting its pink glow over the room, Jimmy had worked so far back into Scar's inbox that he found the email from someone at Noxcrew after his first MCC, asking if he'd found the disability accommodations in the arena suitable or if they needed tweaking. If it had come from Scott then Jimmy would have sent one of his silly or sarcastic responses, but he didn't recognize the sender's name. And he didn't imagine a stranger would appreciate a random response to an email from well over two years ago, so he opted instead for dismissing his communicator's display with a wave before rubbing his eyes and yawning.

There was still some food in his inventory left from the armful Tango had shoved at him before leaving. Jimmy briefly considered going straight to bed and saving it for morning, but the last time Skizz had come back from an event, he fretted over Jimmy for three days after Jimmy accidentally let slip that he'd skipped one lunch. No, best to eat dinner, just in case.

Another three emails came in while he ate, and he grimaced at the last ding. It sounded oddly loud in the quiet house, and it occurred to Jimmy that he hadn't spoken to anyone besides Norman in almost two days. He'd thought it would be nice to have some time to himself for a little while, but it had gotten old pretty quickly. Maybe he should call someone? But everyone had a pretty packed schedule for the day, they didn't need him bothering them just because he was a little -

The abrupt ring of an incoming call made Jimmy jump, and he answered automatically without checking the name. "Hello?"

"Hey Jimmy!" Tango's grinning face filled his screen the moment the video call connected, and Jimmy found himself smiling before he even realized it.

"Hey, Rancher. Everything okay? Thought you'd be pretty busy today."

"Oh we're swamped. But we had a little time to get some lunch and I thought I'd check in. I miss y - "

"Jiggles!" Skizz shouldered his way into frame, ignoring the indignant squawk from Tango. "How ya doing, buddy? Did you eat dinner? Getting enough sleep?"

Jimmy laughed. "Yes, dad," he teased. "Ate my vegetables and everything."

"Good!" Skizz ignored the hand squishing his face as Tango tried to push him away from the screen. "Wish you were here. There's some amazing builds that we..."

Jimmy listened to Skizz chatter on about everything they'd been up to, occasionally punctuated by additional input from Tango and is that Jimmy? Hi Jimmy! from people passing by in the background. Pearl leaned over Tango's shoulder to wave enthusiastically, and Joel made a heart shape with his hands that Jimmy reciprocated.

"Jimmy!" Gem snatched the communicator away from Tango only seconds after he'd managed to retrieve it from Skizz. "I just saw my inbox. You're amazing! Thank you so much."

"It wasn't a big deal." Jimmy felt his ears flush at the praise. "Yours was nothing compared to Scar's."

"Of course it was a big deal! You have no idea how relaxing it was to open my email and not see a single hate comment." She looked up as Pearl called her name, then handed the communicator back to Tango and waved. "Gotta go! Thanks again!"

"We gotta get going too," said Tango, and Jimmy tried to keep the disappointment off his face. "We'll be home in a couple days. Anything you want us to bring back for you?"

"Just yourselves, safe and sound," said Jimmy, and Tango smiled softly. "And maybe some coffee. I still have Impulse's inbox to sort through when I give up on Scar's."

Tango laughed. "You got it. I'll bring you the biggest coffee I can legally purchase, and an even bigger hug. Don't overdo it, okay? Get some rest."

"I will." Jimmy said his goodbyes to Tango and Skizz, and pocketed his communicator after the call disconnected. Brief as the call had been, the house felt a little less lonely now, and he hummed to himself as he took his plate to the sink to wash it.

Another notification chimed out from his pocket.

Time for round two.

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 💞

Hello Pineapple; surprise indeed! Thanks for stopping by with this ask!

In no particular order...!

Poets and Painters (Masterlist link) - Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader mini-series. Mature (18+) rating for suggestive content; no smut. Seven chapters, 43,005 total words. Strangers to friends (👀) speedrun with a side of angst here and there, if you will.

Fireside Friendship - Mando x GN!Reader one-shot. No age rating. 3,700 total words. Strangers to friends with the shiniest single father in a galaxy far, far away.

Of Honeysuckle and Haiku - Tech x Fem!Reader one-shot. No age rating. 8,270 total words. Written for a fic exchange where the recipient was a fan of poetry, so Tech leaves the occasional haiku in Reader's locker, since he has a "secret" crush on her.

Hope everyone's weekend is going well! 🩷

[moeyoken]

‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ uh oh koto's coming for u dandy man

" i met an old woman back when i sold medicine. a painter from edo. " like koto, she said he was a beautiful thing. everything about him was beautiful, but the most beautiful were his eyes. they resemble wolf eyes, she said, black like the ink on my brush.

she showed it to him. told him to take a look. she painted his eyes. he sometimes got to watch her bony fingers attempt at capturing the shape, the thickness, the perfect brush strokes. hijikata leaned over to koto. he was so close, as if personal space was no longer a thing. his carmine wolf eyes bore deeply into hers. a blink and his lashes flutter, ink on a snow white canvas flickering up and down.

no, it still ain't right.

" what more do you see? tell me. " the old painter tended to get frustrated a lot. toshizō at the time thought she was marvelous. he could not get why she seemed so angry crumpling up her papers and throwing them off to the lonesome corners of her decrepit hut. " she said she was missing something in them. "

@dayrisen

[vxnus-seraph]

GET TO KNOW US—THE MODS.

🍒 chryseis / cherry // @chryseis-lxve

founder of selfship compendium! i handle the registration of new members and weekly appreciation posts, please contact me through the inbox of selfship compendium for any issues.

about me: ( ardra rising + pushya sun + ashlesha moon ), intj-t. astrology + tarot lover. your local poetry, literature & haiku fanatic. greek + hindu mythology enthusiast. struggling stem student. art!! + i love my moots & friends <3

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about me: enfj + 2w1. call me dres/vi/vivi/dresvi or any nickname you'd like! i don't mind any pronouns + i am 20 y/o! your local hazbin hotel + miraculous ladybug + gravity falls enthusiast <3 i don't usually watch anime; i platonically love herta, robin and guizhong a lot! i appreciate my moots a lot :D 💚

baizhu's love + sunday's dream + elzer's last nerve

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about me: infj. i use they/them pronouns + i am in my 20s! i consider myself an avid fan of genius invocation tcg and farming sim games. writer (professionally, personally, ... for better or for worse!). grad student. i love and appreciate my mutuals and friends :>

kazuha's endeared + aether's star + ganyu's favorite ar 58 // the only constant on my team is kazuha <3

[mo0nflwr]

ABOUT THIS BLOG!

How many Blogs?

A lot. I normally stick to this blog, or my HH + HB Blog (hazbin-helluva-simp)

Why so many random posts?

There are a handful of fandoms I’m part of, and sometimes I forget to switch my main two blogs back and forth. If any of you see anything other than HH or HB on that blog, let me know because I would’ve meant to put it here! (Or Vice Versa!)

What is this blog about?

As I mentioned, I’m a multi-shipper and in many fandoms. This is a random blog where I reblog from people like @moringmark , @jell-o101 , @turquoisespace35 , or @captainmera (sometimes @nunalastor , @huskers-bar , or @voxthepope)

So there will be random comics and art pieces from the TOH, MARIO BROS, NIMONA, and HH/HB fandoms.

About Me:

I’m currently questioning my sexuality (males and females. Everyone is so fucking hot oml—). She/They, main fandoms are: HH/HB, TOH, Nimona, TDP, Red Queen, Super Mario Bros., TBTMTFTH (The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, and The Horse), Arcane, Zeyn_Syre, and more that I’ve forgotten but will remember later—

Favorite color: dark purple 💜

Birthday: 04/20

You guys can call me Eclipse, or whatever you want! (Or Velvette, Vel, whatever for my HH/HB blog)

Favorite Blogs:

@captainmera

@turquoisespace35

@the-haiku-bot

@moringmark

@one-time-i-dreamt

@nunalastor

@voxthepope

@huskers-bar

@lu-lus-duckies

@sir-ballister-boldheart

@jell-o101

@writing-prompt-s

@lucinfernos

And others.

Random:

My previously pinned post^^^

My art

Not surprisingly, my Hazbin/Helluva Blog is more popular than this one 😂

(This is when I joined the polycule) [I have my myself their therapist, they fucking need it for christ’s sake] {this is all of the members so far}

Hazbin Hotel Rants: Adam Rant , Another Adam Rant (ish) ,

Tags: Vel rants/infodumps ,

I wake up to more notifications now than ever since making that blog.

If anyone has any character suggestions as to who I should base my Hazbin/Helluva blog on (like @nunalastor , @voxthepope , @huskers-bar , @lu-lus-duckies , etc) I am VERY OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS! (EDIT: it’s currently based on Velvette)

Ask/post anything! I will answer (almost) everything. Though if you wanna ask/post HH/HB related things through my inbox, please use my other blog @velvette3

That’s all I have this time, but ask if you have any questions!