#anyway feel free to ask me about anything - in the comments here. in the askbox. or on ao3

[detectivedarling]

Metaphors

I had the very lovely opportunity to participate in @ecto-implosion this year! My partner was the delightful @stockincereal, who provided an original artwork for me to base a story of! Please do check out my first dip into the phandom fic writing space, with this Choose Your Own Adventure styled Fairly Oddparents crossover~

I didn't want to risk spoiling anyone reading the fic with my authors notes, so I have put my thoughts under the read more for you to check out at your leisure.

There are four ending total in Metaphors - two that branch off from picking Maddies gift, and two from picking Jacks. Both sets come from Timmy asking the reader to choose between wishing or not, but depending on the gift chosen they vary wildly.

Maddies route leads to the endings Chloe, from not wishing, and Sugar, from wishing. The last scene of Chloe is actually some of the first writing I did for this fic, while still in the brainstorming and idea sharing phase. Stock told me about the character, a girl Timmy's age who had to share fairies with him in the later seasons, and they made it so compelling I couldn't help myself from wanting to play around with that story.

In this world, Chloe and Timmy never had to share fairies - she was simply a neighborhood kid that also had one, the fairy dog Sparky. Her and Timmy discovered they both had fairies, and it formed a friendship based around each being the only person the other could talk about fairies with.

But fairies aren't permanent. They're only there to help the godchild for a short while, until the problems in that kids life is addressed and fixed enough for them not to need a fairy anymore. Timmy is a rare case for how long he's kept his fairies, and Chloe lost hers just a short time before the Fentons came for a visit. It's something Timmy couldn't talk with anyone about, because no one else could know that Chloe used to have a fairy, not even her. For Timmy only, it's like his friend suddenly got amnesia, and no one else knows.

And even though he can't tell Jazz exactly what the problem is, it still helps to talk about it, and trying to reach out to Chloe and build something new.

It's very similar to the no-wish ending on Jacks route, Fairies. Timmy and Jazz talk in that one as well, but not about Chloe. Timmy's loss of their friendship is a symptom, and in Fairies, they come closer to addressing the cause - his fairies. Because they were only meant to be with him for a few months, not the years it has been. And part of that is due to Timmy being so terrified of losing them that he refuses to even try and fix the problems in his life long term.

Jazz' talk of struggles with showering comes from personal history. I wanted to find something similar but different for her, but just couldn't think of anything else that said what I wanted it to the same way. Well, not any that felt more in character, at least. My autistic elder sister girliepop<33

What hides inside Timmy is a deep belief that it will never be better. Not without his fairies. He can only imagine change being temporary, episodic in nature. When he thinks about fixing anything in his life, from Vicky to school to his parents, he can never imagine it sticking. He sees himself try more in class, work harder, only for everyone to get their expectations up and be disappointment when he inevitably fails. Because nothing will ever get easier - he will just suck it up until he can't anymore.

His fairy godparents embody and augment this fear. He knows they'll leave if they think he doesn't need them anymore, and he can never imagine not needing them - only pretend to, and loose them forever.

It's a rough conversation for him, but it's a good one. One he needed.

Sugar, the ending that comes from wishing after picking Maddie's gift, has far less impact on Timmy's life. He's spared from difficult talks and reflection, but that also doesn't fix anything. But hey, now that Danny knows about fairies, he might be able to actually talk about them in full, one day in the future.

This ending came from me wanting something simpler. Danny isn't one to have a full heart to heart, but the idea of him becoming a little like Jazz is to him for Timmy, knowing his secret but not letting that fact slip, was just fun. Hopefully he will get to actually talk with Timmy's godparents one day, and not just hide in the shadows.

The last ending I wrote, Loss, is unique in more ways than one. Dubbed the 'Bad Ending', it comes after picking Jacks gift, with the ghost weapon that sets Danny off, and wishing, which makes Timmy wish for everyone to forget him and lead Danny to come to wrong conclusion. For all that Timmy's childish and magical perception of the world was what was supposed to give the fic title Metaphors it's meaning, they forced their way quite heavily into Danny's pov as well.

I had something close to the idea of that ending for a long time, but struggled a lot with the execution. I wanted Danny's discovery to result in the fairies leaving Timmy - but I also Didn't want that to happen in the Sugar ending. It came to me while driving home, and I could barely stop myself from speeding to get to my keyboard faster.

The problem in Loss isn't that Danny knows - just like genies and other magical beings can know that Timmy has fairy godparents, so can ghosts. The problem is that Danny, freaking out over the strange magic and missing kid, tears through the magic enough for the glamour to fall and everyone else to discover it.

Could the fairies have magicked everyone to forget? Seems so, even though canon makes it into a big deal, but Danny will always know, and they can't trust him not to do it again.

Now is the moment I realize why I write these in the authors note, because there I get self conscious over the length and don't ramble on for too long. Whoopsie.

[amethystfairy1]

(I keep sending asks so I dont remember if I've told you this alr or not if so feel free to just delete one of them lol)

Anyway just got back from a really long trip overseas and during that trip I downloaded a buncha chapters of your works to read in various Ubers, and because of the fact that my family has 5 people and most ubers only carry 4, my (ten-year-old) sister ended up on my lap in most cases. So she ended up reading a LOT of TTSBC and a biiit of TT. She wanted me to let you know her commentary on the things she read so here's that (chapters in the order she read them):

TTSBC:

Little birdie - "I think that that one was the most boring out of the ones I read, which is impressive cause it was really interesting. So I was like; 'its good... OMG WHAT IS HAPPENING' in a good way for the rest of the book.

Snickerdoodle - "I likey. Its one of those things that when you read it you feel like you wanna start doing push-ups but you cant read and do push-ups at the same time. It was also really cute." (take that as you will, no clue what it means lol)

Freezer-burned Fever - "That's a chapter?! It was so short... wouldn't putting ice on your back hurt your spine? Also arent their feathers really sensitive, why would he be okay with them being wet."

Hopeful Hero - "Makes me think of that one Christmas song, 'grandma got run over by a reindeer'. I loved the part where he couldn't do anything and Grian flew away and came back as an avian (still, he was already an avian but like now he was cool) and then everyone was like 'Avians arent that bad... or are they?' I liked that he let Grian push him because it showed that they were getting more comfortable with each other, it was cute, like Snickerdoodle. [holds up french fry Christmas squishmellow] also look, its like the chips they ate!"

TT

- I see the danger, it's written there in your eyes: "Scar is very cool. Mumbo... he's there. Grian is Tom Stoltman cause he's flying all night. The storekeeper... let me think of a way to say this nicely... GET OUT!!!!! [all caps, five exclamation marks]. It made my heart sad and my tummy hurt, and then the happy part hurt more because Grian was sad."

"Also... she's in college? [yes] What's she in college for? [I don't know] How'd she find time for writing a book? Isn't college for ten years? Did she write in her free time? I thought there's no free time in college? Did she do it in class? She clearly put thought into it." Message from her:

Hello! What are you doing college for? Where did you go to school for to get writing this good? I like your books. Please write 50,000 more words about Grian and Scar. Actually, add three more zeros to that. Okay. Thank you!

Awhhh???

That's so cute????

I DO get your asks I'm just so behind in my askbox I'm sorry! 😭 I love all your asks, I swear I LOVE the super long asks, I just always take long to answer them because I wanna answer them properly and take my time and I always end up taking too longggggg...

I'm so glad both you and your little sister are enjoying my stories! Thank you so much! I loved all your little comment!

Ah, to answer those questions, I'm not going to school for writing! 😆 I just write for fun and I guess I've done it so much that I managed to get pretty good at it! I'm actually a masters student, so I already have my undergraduate degree! And I'm getting my degrees in history! I'm so glad you like my stories, thank you so much!!! I dunno about 50k more Desert Duo, but I mean, stranger things have happened!

As for when I write, I do it in my free time! Which I don't have a ton of, but I'm pretty quick at typing and writing is my favorite way to relax so I manage to get a lot of it done even when I don't have a ton of time for it! Thanks so much for your nice words!!!

[ashfae]

Hi, and happy Yuletide, holidays and/or the end of the year! I'm once again wandering from askbox to askbox, asking questions from my fellow Good Omens fanfic writers.

How was your writing year? What's the favourite story you wrote? Yes, YOUR favourite of YOUR work! Feel free to gush about your creations, I'm looking forward to hearing all about it!

I wish you all the comments and kudos, and an exceptional new year! 🧡 Mirjam

Aww Mirjam thank you!!

My writing year really picked up at the end! Not just because I bashed out THREE (wheee!) fics as Secret Santa gifts, all of which I'm happy with, but because I'm working on Toccata and Fugue and Unusual Strings again. I desperately want to finish those two. (someday I will complete something that's not a oneshot, I swear to Crowley...) (Except of course I have another new series breathing down my neck gaaah no Satellite I do not have the spoons to turn you into a whole damn season 2 fix-it plot aughhhhh noooo....!! )(I may just write a "I am NOT writing a whole epic story because I can't but here are the key scenes that won't leave me alone" thing anyway to exorcise it though) ANYWAY the one I'm most happy about I'll babble about in another post because it now has ART WHEEEE, but my second favourite I think St Paul Survives, because it was so unlike anything I've ever written before. I want to experiment more with magic realism, I think. It'll probably turn incredibly over the top emotional and purple prose-y and break every rule my writing teachers of the past once drilled into me but I've decided I no longer care. ;)

Happy new year @mirjam-writes, may you keep writing wonderful things and inspiring those around you. <3 And thanks to absolutely everyone who's followed me, encouraged me, offered support and comments and kudos (especially A03 comments!), and been generally spiffykeen. It's been a tough year of accepting I'm now pretty permanently disabled and can no longer follow my librarian vocation, so my main determination for the coming year is to make sure my health is as good as it can be so brain fog stays at bay and I can write even if I can't move around. So it helps so, so, so much to know people are reading and enjoying what I do and share and are encouraged by the comments I leave, on a very real day-to-day basis. If I'm putting any more joy and laughter into the world, on however small a level, that keeps me going. THANK YOU. Fandom forever. <3

[the-starryknight]

Hey, I recently got back into writing drarry. I never really found a community on here (or anywhere 😅) to share that writing with, get encouragement, maybe a beta or some help with difficult scenes - anything. Do you have any advice?

I have a very stressful work schedule, so being online/replying everyday is hard for me. Maybe that is necessary to find people?

Hi my friend! Thank you for reaching out! I'd apologize for my slowness in responding, but maybe that's a perfect answer to your question. The short answer is: you're welcome here, with whatever time you have to share. We all have robost lives offline, and some spend more and less time around online than others. You're welcome here, even when you can't be online every day or be as responsive as some other folks might be.

In terms of practical advice, here are a few thoughts:

join the large 18+ Drarry discord (invite here). You can find beta readers and cheerleaders there (that's where I found my first when I didn't know anyone). I also like "sprinting" (writing in short, timed bursts, while other people write their own projects) as a way to build a little bit of community. EDIT: new link here

Post on tumblr when you can -- you could put out a call for betas here too. I'd also just suggest interacting when you can, reblogging other people, asking when ask games come up, joining in for open tag games, whenever you see them. Of course, when you're on less frequently some of these will pass you by, and that's okay -- just do them when you can and when they feel like fun.

Don't be afraid to jump into someone's messages or askbox to say hello. Mine is always open, as long as you're okay with a snail's pace of responses. I know that can be intimidating, but people around here are generally very kind and welcoming, and willing to say hello to new people.

Comment on fics and art, if/when you have the spoons. It's a great way to become more visible with active authors -- you could also ask authors or artists or reccers about their published projects to start up a conversation.

Share your writing and your interests! Whether in snippets, or in little anecdotes, or by reblogging things that feel connected to it and saying so in the tags or comments. It's much easier for other folks to engage with *you* if they have something they can ask about!

A couple other little tips I have found useful as I've grown less active in the past months: don't feel like you need to apologize for inactivity -- we all have lives, use the queue function on tumblr to space out your posts during times when you're not as active, ask folks what they're working on & they'll often turn it back to you, at times when you have more time to spare, offer help to others and they'll often offer it back... and so on!

anyway, this is long and rambly, and I'm sure my followers have other ideas to share. please feel free to hop into my DMs to say hello too! welcome back <3

[vintagedolan]

hiraeth: initial concept

*this is a concept train!! in short, that means you all send in asks and tell me what you wanna see! so feel free to send me in whatever you want to see happen (it would be awesome if you guys send them kinda in order of plot like not jumping way ahead or anything if you know what I mean hehe. anyways, hope you enjoy, and here is my askbox for concepts!! love yah!*

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1: The Valley Isle

“What makes Hawaiian shaved ice Hawaiian? Isn’t it just ice and syrup?”

“Well, every morning we go out and collect water from the waterfall in our backyard, and then we freeze it into ice cubes shaped like the islands, and then we shave each one special into our various menu sizes.”

“Really?!”

“No. Your total is $5.47.”

Koa looked up from the syrup station, reaching over and smacking Kahua’s arm.

“Dude. Do you want to get fired?” She kept her voice low so it didn’t travel past the window.

He just laughed and grabbed the banana syrup, finishing off the mound of ice and sticking a spoon in the side before passing it out the window to the woman who’d asked the question. 

“Yes. My master plan is to get in trouble, blame it on you, get it put on your permanent record so you lose all your future jobs and have to stay here with me forever.” 

“You act like you aren’t going to also be in LA in literally three months.”

“And you act like you aren’t leaving me here on this rock, alone, for three months,” Kahua countered, turning to switch out the withering ice block from the machine. 

Koa looked out over the rainbow of syrups, taking in the view.

Her and Kahua had been calling Maui a rock for years - since third grade, to be precise. She didn’t say it often, and especially not to any tourists who were coming to visit. To them, Maui was paradise. Tropical, perfect weather, perfect beaches. Koa could see it. She understood the allure. But when she thought of her paradise, it came in the shape of a bustling city, of opportunities and new faces and places. 

LA.

Kahua called it the haole’s dream. The white girl’s dream. Didn’t matter how many times he complained about being on the same island his whole life, he never really wanted to leave it. The fact that Koa wanted to was seen as borderline criminal by half her ohana, but she pushed their comments and insults aside.

There were only two opinions that she really cared about anyways. 

First was Nahele; her older brother. She didn’t have to ask him what he thought - he’d moved to Texas as soon as he could, started up a food truck in Austin, named it 808 GRINDZ and brought every hawaiian cooking method he knew along with him. He’d been making a life for himself ever since then, and he was ecstatic when Koa told him she was moving. The thought of having family on the mainland, even halfway across the country, was comforting enough.

But the most important one? That was Amosa. 

Amosa, who called her when he knew she’d be walking to her car after she clocked out.

“Hi Dad.”

“Kaikamahine, my girl. How was your shift?”

“Busy, but it was fine. They gave me a card for a free small everyday that you can have, but you gotta get the sugar free syrup when you use it.”

“Yeah yeah,” he laughed. Even over the phone, Koa could hear the waves in the background, and she knew where he was before he said it. “Come to the dock.”

“Did you book another tour?” She couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Come to the dock,” he said, his quiet way of saying no. “I’ll see you soon. Aloha wau iā 'oe.”

“Love you too.”

The drive to the boat dock was short, and the parking lot was busy as ever. Koa passed the bigger boats, with their names in fancy script screen printed on the side. Their buoys and extra snorkel gear, the bars nestled in the middle of the deck, an extra incentive for the tourists to book with them. Everyone loves a mai tai after all.

The Honu Nai sat at her spot on the dock, the farthest to the left. She had three years on any other snorkel boat out there. Her bow was worn, paint sanded off by the salt and sun over time and travel through the waves. But the little drawing of the smiling turtle still shone through on the side, despite the fact that Koa had painted it almost 10 years ago. 

Over the edge, Koa could see her father. He was cleaning, like usual, organizing all of the extra gear that he had on the boat. The kids section was scarce again, all the smaller sized wetsuits, snorkels and fins barely taking up a rack. Koa knew why - if there was ever a kid on his snorkel tour who couldn’t afford their own gear, he’d ‘lend’ it to them. Every kid deserves to see the underwater world, he would say. It changes you, shows you what life is really about.

Koa had been in the ocean since before she could walk. If she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, she was one of two places; either diving under a wave somewhere, or writing in her notebook. Or, one of her notebooks at least. 

“No book today?” He asked when she jumped aboard.

“Already packed them up.”

Amosa couldn’t think about the suitcases in her room without the tears starting to form. He blinked them away and looked out to the sea of blue. 

“Did you pack your snorkel gear?”

“Dad. You know I’m not going to see shit in the ocean in California,” she sighed, moving over to him and putting an arm around him. 

“I know, I know. They have sea lions I’ve heard. Maybe they’ll be friendly.”

“I’ve heard they stink.” She laid her head on his shoulder gently, closing her eyes when he kissed her head.

“Well. We have 5 hours until you have to get to the airport, and I say that’s just enough time for one more run, hmmm?”

Koa didn’t want to. She couldn’t think of many things worse than having salt all over her skin for a 6 hour plane ride. But the excitement in his eyes was irresistible, so she simply nodded and offered him a smile, letting go so he could get them on their way out to the reef. 

She sat on the bow as they headed out to sea, closed her eyes and soaked in the spray off the waves. Her dad laughed when they hit a particularly big one, cutting through the crest so much that it splashed up onto the deck. He used to do it on purpose when she was a little girl just to hear her giggle and have her running back to him. 

They made it to their favorite place quickly, and Koa didn’t hesitate to put her mask on and get to work. She took the line and dove over the side, tying it to the anchor hook under the water before coming back up. Amosa dropped the ladder for her on the back, but she didn’t need it. She was watching the reef. 

Moorish Idols. That’s what she wanted to see. They were second only to green sea turtles - honu in Hawaiian. But they were the most beautiful fish, with their delicate top fin that tapered off to a tail. She was always excited to find one and show the kids on tours. All she had to say was look for Gill from Finding Nemo and they were able to spot them. She floated for a while, watching the fish dart around, even spotting a small reef shark about 15 yards to the right before she decided to climb back in to see her dad. 

He passed her a towel and smiled at her as she sat down. All he could do was look at her for a moment, taking her in. His baby girl, on the boat she’d practically grown up in for the last time in a while.

He put on his brave face, and forced his biggest smile. “You ready to go out there?”

Koa sighed. 

“I don’t know how to tell.” 

“You’ll do great. You’re capable, and it won’t be long until you’re writing your own books instead of writing for these… whatever boys.”

“Dolan. Their names are Ethan and Grayson Dolan.” 

“Well, like I said. Soon it’ll be your stories out there instead of someone else’s, with your name instead of theirs.” He said it with such certainty that she couldn’t help but believe him. Maybe it was the salt water left over in her eyes, or the glare of the sun off the ocean, but she began to tear up. 

“Thanks for always supporting me dad. It means the world. I’m sorry I have to go so far away, I wish I could stay.” It was true - she just needed the money from the Dolan’s to get herself started, and then she’d come back, help her father.

Amosa smiled. 

“Kaikamahine, it’s just an ocean between us.” He reached out for her cheek. “And we know the ocean, don’t we.”

“She’s an old friend,” Koa said, her heart tight in her chest. 

“Exactly. Now c’mon, let’s get you home and on your way.”

Across the ocean and 3 hour time change, Grayson Dolan was pacing. 

“It’s gonna be fine.” Ethan said.

“Shut the fuck up Ethan,” Grayson said. 

That was the extent of most of their conversations over the last three days. Actually, that’s how all of them had been since Ethan had signed a deal with their agent for a ghostwritten book about their lives.

“It’ll get more people connected to us, the right people-”

“Has it ever fucking occurred to you that I’m tired of that shit? That I’m tired of people prying into my fucking life? What if I don’t wanna connect with anyone else, what if I just wanna be left the fuck alone? But no, now we’re gonna have some fucking stranger asking us a million fucking questions and digging for information in my own fucking house where I just wanna exist.”

Ethan didn’t have an answer for that. He’d fucked up, and he knew it. But he also knew that he signed a contract, and there was no backing out of it now. Grayson rubbed his hand over his eyes.

“When does the writer get here?”

“She flies in tonight.”

“Fucking fantasic. Can’t wait.” 

With that, Grayson walked back to his room, leaving his twin alone in the living room with his hands in his pockets.

[sarenhale]

Honestly, relating to your WoW/FFXIV post, I wonder if the 'great community, by the way' thing only has become what it has because the influx of WoW players? I hope it stops because acting like everyone in XIV is a perfect saint is only going to upset people even more if someone is even slightly less positive in game. I don't know I hope the whole WoW vs FFXIV stuff dies down, even Yoshi-P had to basically say 'shut up, WoW is what we want XIV to be, and we'll never even touch the heights WotLK had.' I just think if Blizzard hadn't been ousted as a bunch of sexual abusers it wouldn't be this extreme, like trashing WoW is kind of 'slacktivism' in a way. Sorry this is so long you're just the only person I've followed that did the WoW -> XIV jump and you haven't really done the extreme 180 everyone else has, and I think you have good opinions on things. Also I hope you have a good day :)

Thanks for the kind words! I'm flattered to hear that you like my opinions and attitude. I do try my best to not be grating over things like games.

I will put a 'read more' because I do get into a bit in detail for this ask.

I personally do get a bit tired of the costant ffxiv and wow comparison and debate too. That's why I sometimes make fun of it in a light way, and make jokes or memes about it, but also keep to myself when debates come out and people start complaining or piling up discourse over discourse. I'm just glad to enjoy my game and see people enjoying it too, that's enough for me. I honestly don't have the patience or age to withstand game discourse anymore lmao.

I completely understand why people would want to switch games because of the recent Blizz horrifying actions, the fact that the game apparently hasn't been fun or well curated in a long time, or just for funsies and switching things up. I'm absolutely not complaining about the switch in games, if anything, I'm glad people are giving other games a chance. But I am a bit tired about the costant comparison, discourse, and millions of videos essays where people try to defend wow (as if you needed to defend a game you like... you can enjoy that game, period, and not create wars over it), or people making huge ffxiv against wow essays. Like I said some months ago, I studied the whole 'wow effect' for my thesis years ago for my Uni degree and I don't plan to go back at studying the phenomenon cause I just don't care about it anymore, to be honest.

I think sometimes people are just way too over protective of things they care about, like games, and when change occurs they react with panic and overprotection over something they can't control - people migrating over games, new influx of players, etc - instead of seeing the whole thing as something of a natural process all games and popular media are subject to. Like, imagine how bad things would be for every game or media if stuff NEVER changed. Especially for MMOS, that's a death sentence. And you don't want that for your favourite game. Even WOW suffering player loss might be a good thing in the end, it might force the companies to rethink their approach to games and community, since a lot of problems laid in there.

I played my fair share of WOW during my Uni years. I played for around 3 years or something, on and off with friends irl and online, and enjoyed my experience. Overall, I still have very good memories of fun and friendship in WOW, and it's a game I still like aesthetically a lot, along with its story and fantasy races. Hell, sometimes I think about how much I miss my WOW ocs, and drawing WOW related stuff.

But I don't think my relationship to WOW was as intense as some people's - I did transition from WOW to FFXIV, but I spent something like 2 years when I stopped playing WOW (I started in mists of pandaria, stopped around the beginning of battle for azeroth times) playing almost no videogames. So it wasn't like I switched from a game to the other immediately, I think mine was more of a timed and organic switch, I didn't start playing FFXIV until quarantine hit and I had nothing to do (and was feeling really bad and needed a distraction from the imminent doom), and I also got my new desktop computer knowing I could start playing a new game comfortably, and not on a toaster-like computer like I was doing during the WOW days. (computer shutting down due to overheating mid-raid, it was fun)

So maybe the fact that I didn't do the 180 turnaround switch like some other WOW players is what makes the difference in attitude and thinking. When I started playing FFXIV, I didn't have WOW fresh in my mind so I could do costant comparisons between the two games, or my affection towards WOW kinda like... influencing my taste, or opinion of the new game in any way.

WOW was a good memory but nothing more. I never forged a huge relationship with the game anyway, so it's probably what's different between me and other players that maybe (understandably) have more history with it. I engaged with it, liked it for a game I could spend some free time on, and then moved on when I got bored with it. That's kinda it. I understand that some people who have been playing for way more years than me might have a more affectionate memory or relationship with WOW, and that might be something that influences their reasoning sometimes. But it's also a bit of a common thing withing some communities like WOW- something that people could definitely abandon and move on, change attitude. Time and game change. There's no point in getting stuck in the past with the old WOW glory days, and that kind of sentiment- we're not getting back in time, and change should always be something to be embraced, especially in games and MMOS. Changing views, games and opinions is the base of not getting stuck in the same state of mind and I highly encourage people to do it.

As for the ‘critiquing WOW has become super extreme and almost like it’s a rule’... I mean... yeah? That’s the effect that often times ‘problematic’ things have on large crowds of people online. It’s to be expected, but it doesn’t come from nothing- a lot of bad things piled up in the game, the company, the community and their attitude- and it just so happened some things tipped the waters over and everything came out in a costant flow during the past year or so. But it doesn’t come from nothing- it’s just a result of people being genuinely critic of the game they engaged with, which is something good to do. 

So yeah, I appreciate the ask! I like hearing from people that follow other games too and may have experiences similar to mine, and I'm also grateful that you've been following me from so many years since I was playing WOW, to now.

That said... I would like to keep asks like these to a minimum. I enjoyed this ask because it gave me a point of inspiration to think about my journey from games, and the chance of talking about something I care about (and I would like to think I know something about too, degree and experience and all...), but I don't plan to respond to more comments or asks that might move towards a more 'discoursy' tone of this same "ffxiv and wow" topic. I do enjoy asks like these but you can't count on everyone making a good and civil argument when asking questions, so I do have to keep a firm hand on asks and topics sometimes, or people get rowdy and think my tumblr blog is the new reddit. It has already happened with some people coming to my askbox to complain about shit I genuinely couldn't care less about. That will just get your question deleted, go to reddit if you want to complain or fuel the flames. I'm just here to vibe.

[unmanageable-day]

17. Between a friend and another friend

When you are friends for so long, and it has never come across your mind to date one of them. Until one particular guy friend of yours came to offer you a relationship, a new chapter of life like no other before.

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a/n: finallyyyy i can upload this chapter. i was literally lost on how i should carry the plot but anyway here it is, i hope you enjoy this chapter. please feel free to comment in my askbox. and to those who are rooting for TY, i hope you’re okay after reading this chapter :")

"I wish the pictures will turn out great," Doyoung groaned as he stretched his back. You and him spent the whole day doing your pre-wedding photoshoot. You had mentally prepared yourself, just in case Doyoung would surprise you with his sudden physical affection. Luckily he didn't. He stuck to the concept that Johnny suggested; basically following the concept of his Youtube channel and doing pretty much anything, and everything. Although you didn't have to change clothes many times, Johnny, the photographer insisted to go to various places to catch various moments. So, yeah, you were still exhausted because apparently Johnny was more excited than you.

"It's Johnny. What could go wrong with the photos?" You sat up, your back against a pillow,  joining him on the bed. "At least the weather was nice today. I wouldn't survive if it was sunny and we had to go here and there."

"You're right." Then he got up too to match your head level. He scooted closer to share his phone with you. "Look, he sent some preview. And some pictures he took with his phone."

Smiling genuinely, you gave approval nods. "As expected from John," you cheered.

Without you realizing, Doyoung fixed his gaze at your side profile. His lips formed a little smile. He was glad to see you at ease, and even have fun dealing with the whole process during and after the photoshoot. He felt accepted, embraced to be a significant part of your life. He made a right decision to have Johnny as the photographer.

"Thank you for today. You've worked hard," he said as he brought his hand to stroke your head, before brushing and tucking your hair behind your ear.

"So suddenly?" You chuckled.

"Oh?" His hand stopped at your ear. "Did you get a new ear piercing?"

"Yeah, you can tell?"

"Is that new earrings?"

"Yeah, I got it from Taeyong. I also went with Taeyong to get my ears pierced."

"With Taeyong?" Doyoung calmly parroted your words. He almost let out a freaked-out, disbelief tone. If there was one thing he failed to realize, it was the smile on his face that instantly disappeared once Taeyong's name was mentioned. He immediately pulled back his hand.

Okay. Let's calm down, Kim Doyoung.

No.

What? What is this?

What if this stupid marriage only leads you to Taeyong? Am I a fool? Did I unintentionally make you two get closer? Is this relationship actually benefit Taeyong? Is it only your body stays with me, but your mind and your heart all belong to Taeyong? What am I now?

"Doyoung?" you called, reaching his hands which curled into a fist without him knowing.

"Yeah?"

"Is everything alright? You... seem off these days."

"I'm fine. I just have a lot in my mind." He faked a stretching for his arms.

"Did something happen between you and Taeyong? You sometimes act weird when he's around. Did you really clear up everything with him?"

Just who is it that you care about more? Is it me? Or is it Taeyong?

"Let me ask you once again. Are we going to continue our marriage? You know you can always say no, and we'll still be friends. I promised you that, right?"

You let out a little gasp in disbelief. The corner of your lips showed a smirk, and Doyoung can tell that it was not a happy face of yours. "Are you joking right now?"

"I'm not," he mumbled.

"Doyoung, it's not funny when it's literally a few weeks left and, hello, I am your housemate who just moved not long time ago. I even share a bed with you. If you're going to kick me out this soon, I should never have considered accepting your offer and said yes in the first place." A heavy, frustrated sigh escaped your mouth.

Doyoung was stunned by the sudden emotion in your tone.

No. He shouldn't pick up a fight. He should not trigger you.

"You ask me that again one more time, I will go back to my parents house and I will leave everything behind." You didn't want to get worked up too much. But the more you being questioned 'are you sure?' and such, it would just make you more confused and you would start doubting everything. You'd doubt if this decision is right, if you could make it with Doyoung, if Doyoung had been playing around, if Doyoung finally realize his decision isn't right, if you two will end up like you and Taeyong.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He gripped your hands tight. "I think my mind got consumed by the stress and everything."

"You can always tell me. I will be all ears?" you offered sincerely. "And I will be here for you."

"No, it's not a big deal. But having your shoulders to lean on would be much appreciated though."

Without words, you opened up your arms, inviting him to rest on your embrace. He gladly accepted your offer. His arms immediately looped around your waist as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

Doyoung's pride was too huge to break off. He couldn't risk to break this relationship by telling you how envious he was of Taeyong. But he can't be sure of how much he could endure it. Maybe telling you the truth would do no harm.

"Actually, can I be honest? You can hate me, but promise me you won't leave me."

The stiff expression on your face finally softened as you began to feel concerned, wondering what he was about to say. "Okay, now you're scaring me. What is it?"

He lifted up his head to face you. His bunny eyes found yours, piercing into your soul like never before. "I think I love you."

You slowly raised both of your eyebrows. "Okay?"

"No, I mean it. I love you, like love love you. I've developed this feeling since.. maybe since your father gave me the longest advice in my life. I never thought I would feel this way. But, yeah, I catch feelings, Jooyeon."

Your slowly widened eyes can't lie that you were flustered. "Th-thank you, I guess? For telling me, and for loving me."

"I'm not finished."

You nodded, suggesting him to continue.

"I hate to admit this," he said as he snuggled back against your shoulder. "But I'm jealous of Taeyong. I'm uncomfortable if you're being too close with him, just like how he's uncomfortable looking at us." He buried his face on your shoulder. "I'm not saying you can't hang out with him. I understand that he's important for you. But if you go out with him, at least please don't let me know. I think it would be better, to know nothing. I hate this feelings too, but I'm sorry I can't help it."

You could feel he tightened his embrace on your waist. "Sorry, I didn't know all of that. I've been very insensitive." Stroking his hair and rubbing his back at the same time, you continued, "Truthfully I'm still figuring my feelings out. It would be nice if you could wait for me. But from now on, I promise I'll treat you better."

He suddenly sat up straight, facing you. "Wait, you don't hate me?"

You chuckled. "You don't know I've hated you since the day you got my English notebook wet it almost torn apart?"

He drew a wide, relieved grin as he cupped your cheeks. Right, he just needed more faith. If this would be worth the wait, then he certainly would wait for you. That alone made him happy enough although he still couldn't brush off the disturbing feelings regarding Taeyong. At least, this should be a good sign that you really accepted him and this whole relationship, and the upcoming new chapter of life you would be sharing with him.

This time he leaned in and without warning, he gave you a quick peck on your lips. Of course, it still startled you. And he gave another one.

You started getting nervous. "Doyoung?"

He kissed you once more before responding to you with a hum.

"Wha—"

He cut you with another smooch.

You were speechless. His moves were getting bolder that now he scooted closer, almost pining you down, slightly making you feel intimidated as the upper part of his body was on top of you. But eventually you gave in and kind of let him do whatever he was doing.

Maybe I'll just let it slide today. Your lips gradually curved a little smile as you kept receiving little kisses from Doyoung.

"Why are you smiling?" he teased.

You raised both of your eyebrows, taken aback by his sudden question. "I'm not." Blushing because he got you, a pout now was formed. But this didn't stop him being all smoochy and giggly.

"I'm so thankful that it's you. And you, for being you," he whispered, resting his forehead against yours, finally taking a pause from the non-stop little attacks to your lips.

"Me too. I should be more grateful because you've been putting up with me."

[ask-bnha-2pnyoengland]

ur puppet is so pretty !!! did u have any role in designing/making her or was it all support :0??

Lottie: “Both! After my teachers suggested I got some help to boost the use of my quirk, I went to my friend in support class to get a little help.”

~o~

During a break after hero class, I went over to the tech lab at school to see if my friend was there. I knocked gently on the door - as the sign requested - and a fair voice asked to come in. I then pushed the door and smiled.

“Meko? Would you have some time right now? I-I’m sorry to bother, I can come back another time if you’re busy...”

Mameko turned around to face me.

“Well… I-if it’s no trouble, and if you have time, could you make me a puppet like this?” I pulled a notebook from my bag and grabbed a big piece of paper from it, handing it over to Mameko.

“Excuse me...“ She replied with a smile and gently took the page, analizing it for a moment before looking back at me.

“For training… Mr. Beilschmidt said that my quirk won’t be as useful if I refuse to use it on people, so I spent the night thinking on what to do… And the idea was a puppet.” I replied.

“Hmmm…” She paused for a couple seconds. “I can do it, no problem. Especially for a friend.” She completed with a smile

“R-really?” I asked in conffirmation. I don’t really like asking favours to people, I feel like might be interrupting or annoying them, even though Mameko seemed alright about it.

She then nodded in response, which caused a relieved smile on my face and, without thinking twice, I jumped to hug her. “Thank you so much! Y-you can ask anything from me in return!”

“T-there there…” She patted my back. “I can get it done in less than a week for you. If Alex can help me out, it’ll be even quicker.” As soon as she commented, a tall figure on the door emerged as if calling their name would summon them.

“Were the ladies talking about me?” They said with a smirk on the face, sliding into the classroom and leaning onto the door.

“Speaking of...” Mameko whispered as we turned to look at them.

“H-hello, Allie! H-how are you?” I asked with a smile, it had been a little while I had chatted with them.

“What do we got here?” They walked in and grabbed the piece of paper without a second thought. Rude. “Ohh, you’re making a doll? Never thought you’d be into these things, Lottie, tsk tsk~” They joked.

“I-it’s for hero work, Allie...” I defended myself.

“Sure, I’ll pretend to believe that.” They chuckled, I still don’t get it why they came up with a different idea. “Well, you can leave it to us! Got nothing better to do this week anyways.” They added, to which Mameko agreed with a smile.

“T-thank you very much.” I said yet again.

~o~

A few days later, the puppet was done and Mameko texted me to go get it, and one can bet I was thrilled with the results!

“We added a thing or two to the original sketch, we hope you don’t mind.” Mameko noted.

“Yeah, thought it’d be better to give it some fun gadgets.” Alex added along. To reassure both of them, though, I was smiling widely and happy with every single detail.

“N-no worries, you were totally free to be creative on it… I love her a lot, thank you!” I exclaimed, but soon lowered my voice, it wasn’t polite to scream. “I promise I’ll repay you two in cupcakes or whatever candy you want... Or anything else you might need.”

“It’s alright, we’re glad you like it so much! It might me good to give you some instructions, though...” Mameko was about to comment something, but I was so excited to test on the puppet, after all I was curious to check everything they had made, that I used my quirk on it without thiking. Maybe it was a mistake because as soon as my strings connected to it...

“...Oh, Lord.” I paralized. “I-I didn’t break it, did I?”

“No prob, it goes back automatically... But that’s why you should let Mameko explain some things.” Alex noted.

~o~

Lottie: “Aaaand that’s how it was!”

[Askbox is open!!]

[lighdramons]

I’m back from my long hiatus. My PhD has been on hold since March because we still aren’t allowed to do surgeries. So I’ve been working full time for the family business. I’ve been avoiding most of social media with the exception of checking for video game news and watching youtube or twitch streaming. Most of my free time has gone towards new horizons, sword, and bl3 (ask for my codes if you want to play). Other than that, I don’t have many updates. I haven’t been keeping up with the new season of Digimon, but starting to watch that now as I write this up.

Anyways, probably going to be making some changes and reblogging and posting about more of my interests here besides just Digimon. Everything non-Digimon related will be tagged. The only warning I will give is for the Alien franchise and if people need any sort of warning on that, just shoot me a message. If you don’t like this change, feel free to unfollow.

My personal tag will still be #ray’s rants. And as a reminder, I am 25. If you are uncomfortable following because of an age difference, unfollow. If you are under 18, I would prefer if you would just unfollow because that does make me uncomfy.

@new people: Hi! This blog normally isn’t this dead. I’m Ray or Rachel, whichever you prefer. This blog used to be mostly Digimon, but is going to be more than that. My askbox is always open if you need anything!

Next post will be my thoughts on the first 3 episodes of adventure:. They will probably be more my comments and not actual discussion. And I’ll be posting something every 2 to 3 episodes till I’m caught up. Once I’m caught up though, it’ll be weekly based on free crunchyroll viewing. Also do we have a set spoiler tag for once I’m caught up? Or at least what people are calling it? I know re and psi were discussed before it came out, but I’ve been out of the loop for so long.

[whirlybirbs]

I’m just wondering what is sexy about surviving abuse. You might feel empowered and sexually free but many are not. I don’t find anything relating to abuse very sexy. I was simply pointing out that not everyone is comfortable with survivor language and that your post could’ve been worded a lot better

there’s a few things to unpack here, but first of all – i am really sorry that my use of the word “hot”, in the context of talking about abuse, was misconstrued as meaning “sexy”.

it took me a while to try and figure out how this connection was made, but i get it now and i’m really sorry. "hot” in that context was supposed to mean trendy, on point, on brand, etc. not at anyway sexual or a comment on someone’s appearance.

in other news, you’re getting there, though and i’m really proud of you even if you don’t feel strong – you’re clearly working towards being a survivor and that’s the point. at the end of the day, even if we feel like victims, none of us really want to be one forever. i’d say referring to yourself as a victim is great, but as a whole, keep in mind that a lot of survivors have put in the work to move past the way you’re feeling, just as you’re doing. i love you and you’re gonna be just fine even if it might not feel like it! i’m always a shoulder to lean on if you need it, even if that means venting to a random askbox!

again, the whole sexy narrative is a punch in the jaw and i’m sorry my original post came across that way! i dead-ass stared at this ask for five minutes wondering when the ever loving fuck i called something sexy that wasn’t 1.) ewan mcgregor’s jedi mullet or 2.) jar jar binks. 

[blackdoomed-blog1]

|| Smth tells me it may be important to make a post with my rules in it; so rules under the cut!! ||

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Interaction:

If you are under 18 years of age, I can not and will not role play NSFW topics with you. NSFW meaning mature and adult themes. I will be strict with this and not bend for anyone’s whim.

IF YOU ARE ROLEPLAYING A GENDERBENT VERSION OF ANY CHARACTER, I WILL NOT INTERACT. I AM GOING TO BLOCK YOU AND MOVE ON. **

All mature interactions are to be discussed beforehand. Just so we both know what we’re wading into together.

I probably won’t be doing hidden passwords. But I always read rules before interacting.

If I follow you, then I want  to interact.

I do not accept genderbend/rule 64/genderswap M!As.

I will never close my Askbox to Anon asks! So feel free to come to me on anon to talk or ask my muses things.

Please, unless I’m 100% aware of who you’re speaking to, address all asks with which muse it’s being sent to!

Anon hate will not be tolerated here- need to bitch at someone? Go do it elsewhere, please.

I will not interact or RP with everyone that follows or messages me. I sadly do not have the emotional capacity to give everyone attention- If I’m up for interacting, I will most likely message you first- be it ask, meme, comment on a post, or DM'ing.

I don’t interact with personals- I’m an RP blog, not a muse puppet.

Don’t reblog threads you’re not involved in, that will be an instant block.

I am mutuals exclusive.

I do not participate in callout culture. Bros, I am here to have fun pretending to be fictional anthropomorphic half alien animals with disabilities. Don’t try and pull me into drama.

Don’t dictate to me who I can and can’t RP with. I’m a grown adult and can make my own decisions of who I want to associate with, and odds are- if you try and control who others interact with- I don’t want to talk to you anyway.

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Roleplay:

Do not expect me to break character for anything outside of crack.

Do not expect me to automatically ship with you. I adore shipping, but we have to have chemistry- not just the muses, but myself and you.

I am comfortable role playing mature and adult themes; gore, horror, mental torture, smut, and the like. So long as we both discuss the thread beforehand, I’m all for playing out all kinds of scenarios.

All NSFW content will be under read mores. If you don’t read more your post, I will simply delete it from the reblog so it isn’t visible.

I may seem hard to RP with or get in contact about RPing, but I promise, it has nothing to do with you individually. My Muses are very finicky and it takes a lot out of me to RP. I don’t reply to things that they just doesn’t seem to be there for and I’m sorry.

I don’t always participate in reblog karma. Nothing personal.

Crossovers are MUTUALS EXCLUSIVE. And strictly happen within discussed verses.

Please, have a Rules and About page available on your blog.

You don’t have to give me exact numbers, but please be honest with me if you are underage.

I am Multi - Ship, and all ships happen in different verses unless stated otherwise.

Content:

Fluff: Yes

Smut: With adult muses, it’s a high possibility.

Shipping: Platonic, Romantic, and Toxic is welcome !!

Angst: Yes

Crack: Yes

Crossover: Selective universes | limited to mutuals

Selective: Very yes

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hello!! Welcome back (´∀｀) May I please request a modern university AU with a spicy professor Undertaker and the reader being his Graduate/Research Assistant? 👀💦

Hihi! :D I’ve been back for like a week or so now, but, it’s always wonderful to be able to open the askbox. :D

Spicy ‘Taker is so much fun!! <3

Maybeit’s because the Mortuary Science professor is so incorrigible thathe’s also maddeningly attractive.

You’rereally not surprised that most of his students pay attention tonothing else but him during class. Not only is he one of the mosthandsome teachers on campus – skin like alabaster, long silverhair, and chartreuse eyes that are often hidden – he’s also oneof the scariest. That is, he’s harsh with his grading, and he hashis own rules for the classroom that differ from the university’srules in general. What he says is that you’ll follow his rules, “orelse!” So far, he’s been just frightening enough that nobody’sbeen willing to find out what or else is.

Hisstudents from previous classes have even nicknamed him TheUndertaker, both because of the major he teaches and becausehe’s so brutal with grading and rules. (His real name is AdrianCrevan, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone call him Mr.Crevan. Nobody seems to call him anything but Undertaker.)

Giventhat you’re working closely with him every day, students frequentlyask you if you know what his or else is. Whenever they do, youjust reply, “You end up like me… grading papers and drivingpractice cadavers to class!” The look they all get on their face ishilarious, especially after you tell them that after a while oftransporting cadavers, your car starts to smell like dead people.

Andof course, Adrian laughs so hard at that, you don’t have theheart to tell the students the truth, that not only do you not useyour own car, they’re not even real corpses. (As soon as thestudents use them for practice, you’re found out, but most everyoneforgets about your comments by then.)

Allin all, you actually like the work that you’re doing with Adrian.You get to assist him while also attending his classes and earningyour degree. Despite the fact that it is a lot of work to helphim out while you’re trying to pay attention, take notes, andparticipate in class, it’s a kind of challenge that you have funbalancing. Even when you have some free time, you’ll pop in to helpjust so you can see him. Though he’s not always teaching class whenyou do, he always accepts your help. There’s a lot for a professorto do, so you get the sense he appreciates any little bit ofassistance.

He’sgot such a refreshing personality. One might think a mortician (or,really, anybody who has anything to do with the profession) is amorbid person. Not Adrian. He loves to make and hear jokes, he’salways laughing or smiling, and outside of his strict grading andclassroom rules, he’s a fairly easygoing man. He seems to get alongwith everybody, students and teachers alike.

Italso appears that he has a special interest in you for some reason.

Todayis one of the days when he doesn’t have many classes scheduled, andyou’ve only got one or two, so most of your free time is spent inAdrian’s classroom, helping with whatever he needs. He’s takingthe opportunity to catch up on grading a few sets of essays he’sbeen behind on. The students completed these a month ago and arestill waiting to see their marks. Even though he usually only takes aweek or two with getting assignments like this back to them, you knowhe’s been busy since finals are coming up next month. He doesn’tsay anything, but you think he’s busy with his personal life aswell. Lately he just seems a bit tired.

Youknow better than to ask; he doesn’t talk about his personal lifemuch and seems like he’s not interested in doing so. You just helphim in any way you can, and you’re pretty sure he knows you’rehere if he decides he wants to talk.

“Adriaaaaaaan,”you call, tapping your red marker against the desk for a second. He’ssitting right at his desk while you’re in one of the students’desks. So why not ask him rather than mess this up? “How much didyou want me to take off for spelling and grammar mistakes, again?”

Ahum leaves him before he glances up toward you with a smile.“Five-page essays, y’ take off three points f’r ev’ry one’athose, ‘n’ five points for anythin’ that ain’t formattedright, like the ‘eaders.” Another moment passes in silence, thenhe moves to get up. “Y’ alright, love? We been at it a while. Y’wanna take a little break?”

“Oh– if you want. I just know you’re busy, so I was trying to get asmuch done as I could…” You smile back and set your marker down.If he’s offering a break, though, you’re happy to take it. Heprobably needs one, too. Even though you can’t see his eyes, you’rewilling to bet there are dark lines under them. “You’re gonnajoin me, right? You’ve been working so hard lately, Adrian.”

“Hehe…y’ think, ‘uh?” He stretches before coming over to where you’resitting and leaning over your shoulder. Although it seems like he’slooking at something, you haven’t the faintest clue what he mightbe looking at. “Y’re sweet. ‘N’ y’ know, I like yer ‘airlike this. Put up ‘n’ all.” His fingers start fiddling withyour messy bun, and you can sort of feel his long fingernails pokinglightly against your scalp. “Makes y’ look kinda like a sexylibrarian, ehehehe!”

Yourface flushes as soon as you hear that. Did he seriously just call yousexy…? You and Adrian have sort of casually flirted witheach other before, but this is the first time he’s said anythingquite like that. “Oh, my God, no…” A smile finds its way ontoyour face regardless. Having him say things like that and be touchingyour hair feels… so intimate.

Hechuckles, continuing to play with your bun. His fingers and nailstwist around and tug some strands of hair out of it, and yet, youcan’t really bring yourself to care that much. It was falling downbefore anyway. “Y’r ‘air’s soft, too. I ain’t movin’ toofast ‘ere, am I? ‘Cause…” His hands move down, fingersspreading with a feather-light touch against your neck. “I couldslow down. Y’know, if… if y’ ain’t as int’ this ol’ batas ‘e is int’ y’.”

“Adrian…”Your smile gets a little wider. You roll your neck to one side,giving him an opening if he wants to do more than just touch youthere. “If you’re going to do something… like… kiss me…just do it.”

“Mm…right, right…” That seems to be all the prompting he needs. Hishands shift again, and this time, they press down against your hipsas his mouth sets itself against your neck. You think you feel teethscrape lightly against your skin, but you can’t be sure. It allfeels so… good. He lets out a sigh, warm breath ghostingover your neck. “Been wantin’ ta do this f’r a while.”

“Oh…yeah… me, too…” you murmur. After a moment, you think you’rebold enough to reach up and twine your arm around his neck to pullhim closer against you. “You know, I’ve… kind of had a crush onyou.”

God,that laugh of his is like a shot of espresso. It makes you feel warmand energetic. “No kiddin’? Same ‘ere.”

Youtense up and laugh along when he kisses your neck again. Hopefullynobody walks in; his next class doesn’t start for an hour. “Aw.Well, in that case, maybe we should go out sometime.”

“Y’think?” His hands stay where they are, nails digging gently intoyour hips, and he bends down to press a kiss to your lips. “Yeah,we could. ‘S up ta y’, anyway. Real relationship might be nicef’r once… I can’t remember the last time I ‘ad somethin’like that.”

He’sso intoxicating. You feel like you could stay like this with himforever and not be bored. “Sounds good to me. Why don’t I pickyou up for dinner tomorrow? Around seven? Or we could see a movie?”

Hegives you another kiss, and one of his arms snakes around to circleyour stomach, right under your chest. “I got a better idea, if y’reup f’r it. ‘Ow ‘bout I cancel my evenin’ class, ‘n’ wecan… fool round, right on my desk?”

Yourwhole face goes red at what he’s implying. You’re not drunk offhis kiss anymore, but this… this might be nice.

“Youknow…” You tilt your head back, grinning at him. “We could dothat without you canceling the class. I think we could be fastenough.”

It’shis turn to blush. After a few seconds, though, he returns your grin.“Lord, I think I’m in love.”

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

I missed last month due to a Variety of IRL shenanigans (some work-related, some car-related), but it is the first Monday of a new month, so here we are!

I do want to make a quick plug for Galactica Big Bang, which I will be running in the second half of this year. Signups will open in July, and there’ll be more details on that in the not-too-distant future. I have set up an event Discord (which can also be a place for other BSG fans/creatives to hang out as far as I’m concerned), so please feel free to check it out!

And, as usual, I’ll go ahead and do an open question night. My askbox is always open, but I’ll be keeping an eye on it to answer questions tonight. Anything I’ve posted about here on tumblr or on AO3 is fair game. I do accept prompts, but no promises on when I’ll actually get around to filling them (I think I still have some floating around either here or on Dreamwidth that are over a year old, oops...)

Star Wars:

I ended up dropping out of SWBB as a writer--mostly due to the aforementioned IRL stuff, I ended up falling way further behind than I wanted to be. I might have been able to catch up, but it was just. Yeah. Anyway, I am still participating as a beta/mod/offering podfic for the first time, so that should be fun! (I really do love this event, I’ve been doing it for...this is either my fifth or sixth year, lol. So dropping out was Not Easy, but it was the right call to make so...yeah, there it is.)

I am going to hold on to what I did get written/that concept (which is--Anakin never ended up in the Jedi Order; he and Ahsoka run into each other about halfway through the Clone War and team up for an Adventure) for next year, unless I come up with something I like more in the intervening time. Or I might just finish it outside any event if I really get Inspired, but we’ll see.

I swear I haven’t abandoned Precipice. I know I keep saying that and not actually getting any updates out, but...you know, that fic/AU is important to me and I refuse to let it die, so I want to get it updated At Some Point. That being said, I’ve gotten...like...three separate comments on fics for entirely unrelated fandoms asking me to update it??? Which. Not Cool. Not really getting me enthused for working on it. Why do people do that. (in one case, it was for a project with a co-creator; and in another, that was the only comment i got on the fic in question so i’m. pretty mad about it, lol.)

Let’s see, what else is actively going on here...Obianidala has been one of my ships for the Year of the OTP project. It’s been fun; I’m particularly proud of what I wrote for them in March.

...yeah, I think that’s it for this fandom. There’s other stuff drifting around in the back of my head, as is pretty much always the case, but nothing I’m working on in any concrete sense. our faces like a mirror is definitely still there, for example, especially since Bo-Katan has been in the news lately; crossovers (BSG or going back to Jedi of Valdemar) are always fun...but nothing I’m actively planning to do Actual Work on at the moment.

BSG:

Well, there’s Galactica Big Bang coming up XD I don’t know if I’ll write for it since Running the event will already be a lot; especially since I’m going to offer to pitch in with podfic and/or fanmixes (if I decide to count those as art) if we have enough of a mismatch in terms of numbers there. But a few things have been floating around as possibilities in my head if I do decide to participate--maybe doing something with the Selkie AU I posted for February for the Year of the OTP; maybe something related to the AU I’m going to poke at for this month (which is something I’ve been really looking forward to since I decided to do this event). I’ve also been thinking a lot about Zarek lately; might be interesting to write about him (either the events leading to his original arrest; maybe in parallel with the mutiny and/or his arrest on New Caprica?) Anyway, I’ll see how things go/how many people sign up and what might be feasible.

(I mean, I do at Some point want to get back to the Selkie AU and what I’ve nicknamed the Backup Plans AU at some point, so those will probably pop up again eventually whether or not I write them out for an Event.)

I am also working on The Other Battlestar. Last time I did one of these, I did a brief blurb on some OCs that will be involved for Plot Reasons. I’m...genuinely not sure when I’ll start posting but at This point, my goal is to do that before signups for GBB open in July, so, wish me luck XD

(Seriously, though, is there an actual convention for tagging a Cylon OC who uses their model’s base/shared name?)

Again, crossovers/etc. pretty continuously percolate in the back of my head, but none I’m actively planning to write down. ...not yet, anyway. So those are the main things I’m working at now.

Original Fic:

Well, again, Year of the OTP has me doing three ships from my original stuff, too. I’m glad I decided to do that; it’s gotten me to get more actual text down for my original stuff, and since one of the three couples I’m using I haven’t done much with, it’s a good way to explore the two of them.

Castlevania:

Incinctus is another one I swear isn’t dead, really. I haven’t quite gotten past the wall I hit with the next chapter...maybe if/when I rewatch the series (at some point before Nocturne actually comes out), I’ll get back to it?

AtLA:

My roommate has been rewatching the series again, and since it is my other other forever fandom, that’s brought some of my old fic ideas drifting back to the surface. Not necessarily in an ‘I’m going to actually write this’ kind of way, but also not...really ruling out the possibility? I did have a few I was working on a while ago, but we’ll see how that goes.

Link to my masterpost of Year of the OTP fills, if anyone wants to check those out.

...I think that’s pretty much what’s going on on my end! Like I said, Open Question Night, come hang out with us on the GBB server if you’re into that!

[tellywoodtrash]

status update:

So, I got a few friendly, good-natured asks on how I was doing, and what’s up with my life (work, Chandler, etc.), so I suppose this is as good a time to tell everyone: I quit my job earlier this week.

Early followers of the blog may be aware that this blog started as an attempt to find some kinda peace during some very trying times in my life. Since then, I’ve been burning the candle at both ends (I guess, in some kinda misguided attempt to move on with life) and... it’s finally caught up with me. I’m fucking exhausted and at a breaking point. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. ('Spiritually. Ecumenically. Grammatically.' Name that movie!) And so, I'm giving myself a break and am going to be taking some time off to focus on my mental health.

However, this hasn’t been an easy decision to make, as it means bye-bye financial independence and my ~~riproaring Sex And The City life (snort, NOT) and that I will now have to pack up my entire life and leave the country I (and Chandler!) call home. So the next few days will be even rougher; full of transition and second-guessing myself. But in the long run, I think I need to do this now before things get much worse.

Poor Chandler has no idea what’s coming up; that he’s about to be unceremoniously stuffed into a box and flown many thousand miles to a whole new country, with strange new smells and creatures (including my relatives who will want to come around every now and then and friendly-ly harass our socially anxious butts.) I just hope we both survive this move!

As for what it means for the blog, it’ll mostly be business as usual, I suppose. I will have more free time, but it’s going to be invested in moving, and settling in, and recovery (first I have to recover from the moving and settling in, and only then can I focus on *actual* recovery) so... I’ll do as much as I can. Yes, there's lots of new shows, most of them better than IB, and I might wanna watch them too, but.... idk, I don't seem to have it in me right now to get invested in a whole... new.... thing. We'll see once I'm properly settled into a restful routine where I don't feel so battered in the brain. On the plus side, moving to India means proper access to Hotstar and Sony Liv and alllllllll the platforms; I won’t have to jump through hoops and diddle around with VPNs to access what I wanna watch! Yaaaaaaay!

There are a few things blog-wise that I just have to address though, because they’re srsly stressing me out a lot lately:

Messages asking me to explain WHY stakeholders in the industry (actors, makers, the channel) make the decisions they do. Bhai main kahan un sab ke ghar ya boardroom mein ghussi baithi hoon, ki mujhe pakka pata hoga???? All I can do is speculate like the rest of you. Which is what I do. I look at the facts that I do have (social media posts, TRP reports, etc.) and put out MY theory. But it’s all it is. A theory. I do not have any kind of information that you also do not have access to. Asking me to explain the inner workings of complete strangers' minds is just nonsensical. I do not have the complete information based on which I can give you an accurate answer. So please just stop asking me these. At this point, idek why *I* do half the things I do, let alone have any surety of anyone else’s decisions.

Complaints. Look, all of us have complaints about the shitshow that is IB, and the Tellywood industry at large, and its affairs both off-screen and on-screen. But just think of my plight when news breaks/an episode airs and I get like 10 anons in an hour, most of which are filled with cribbing. OVER SOMETHING I DON’T HAVE ANY CONTROL. You have all the right to complain, sure, but not IN MY INBOX. I only publish about 30 - 40% of the asks that I actually do receive, and because of that you may think that you’re the only person sending in this to me; but trust that more often that not, you’re not. I most probably have already received least 5 messages about it, in varying degrees of negative, and it’s exhaaaaaausting for me to wade through it all.

"Asks” that are just STATEMENTS, with no real question to them. I get these and whether I agree with your statement or not, my only reaction is “.... haan, toh???” What really is the point of these? I have nothing to contribute to them. It’s just YOU deciding that your opinion is sooooooo important that you must come tell ME it. In my inbox. On anon. Which is not just stupid, but also RUDE af. What you're doing is the equivalent of going and ringing the doorbell of a stranger's house and monologuing in their face about a random topic when they open the door. Like, I literally did not ask?????? Especially since you’re on anon and I have absolutely no personal equation with you. By having an open inbox, I didn't consent to being the receptacle of every opinion wrt Tellywood under the sun. Like, the whole point of this blog is so I can shout MY dumbass opinions into the void that is the internet without bothering anyone else about things they might not care about/agree with. Anyone who follows/engages with me is here by THEIR choice. Why don’t you do the same? Go make your own blog, instead of using mine. There’s only place for one person here on this blog, and that’s me. Please read your messages before sending them and ask yourselves: Does my tone/content leave anything open for discussion? (FYI: Just putting a question mark at the end of a sentence does not make an engaging question that opens up a discussion.) What contribution am I inviting from the recipient with this message? If the answer is “no”/"nothing", then please don't send it.

The rise of combative and contrary asks; ones that don't come out of a genuine curiosity, but with the intent to mindlessly argue, talk in circles without a point and overall, and just belittle the opinions I’ve expressed by engaging in whataboutery. There's a point at which "healthy discussion" ends, and "debating" starts, and I’m not here to engage in Debate Hour. The open askbox (or replies function) is NOT an invitation to pick at ONE sentence of some post (often missing the context; those other sentences are there for a reason y'know) and demand explanations from me, for which I have to then bend over backwards to clarify to some random faceless person on the internet. Not only does it take tremendous amounts of time and energy (for what is largely a pointless endevour: these people aren't really here to have an exchange of ideas or even try to see my point of view, they're just trying to force THEIR contrary opinion ON me), it really sucks the joy out of the blog for me. Look, I am not an idiot. I can correlate writing patterns and associate them with previously seen comments/opinions and make educated guesses on who these may be coming from. I've been holding off on blocking anyone yet, but these comments and asks have me seriously considering it. (And FYI: blocking an anon blocks you via IP address. So don't think ki 'oh ho ho, I can just hide under the anon function, coz that has no consequences.' All you'd be doing is proving my guesses right, as to who is whom.) I don't WANT TO go to such extents, and want this still to be a place where people can approach me, but this gross disrespect of my time and boundaries is beginning to wear on me now. Before coming at me, please think to yourself if what you're saying is actually necessary. If it's just a passive-aggressive counter-argument to my opinion that's all conjecture/opinion (i. e. things without factual basis and based on feelings) then please; you're very welcome to whatever you believe, but I don't care. If I wanted your opinion, I’d ask for it. If I care for your opinion, I will engage with your posts (by liking or commenting or reblogging or sending you my love in your inbox.) I just really really don’t care what anyone's opinion ON MY OPINION is. Please stop being contrary just the sake of it and ruining my day and mood. Go chronicle your opinions on your blog/twitter/whatever, instead of using MY blog as a platform and arm-twisting me into participating in this unpleasant exchange. I just don't have have the energy or interest to engage in this fuckery anymore.

Look you guys, I love getting stuff in the askbox. I do. If I didn’t, I’d just have closed the askbox and called it a day. I’m just asking that you be a little THOUGHTFUL about the recipient, me, AS AN ACTUAL LIVING PERSON WITH FEELINGS AND A LIMITED AMOUNT OF ENERGY AND TIME, instead of some kinda faceless robot who just processes your messages in binary and spits out an answer. Before engaging, please re-read your message to consider your tone and content and the impact on the person on the other end. Despite this request, if you just decide to engage in the above mentioned ways, I’m sorry in advance if you end up getting blocked; but things have reached a point where I have to look out for myself, and my comfort, and what I want from this space. I would like this blog to be source of joy in my (and others’!) life, not something that I feel resentful about, or as a source of draining what little energy I have left.

Sooooooo, that’s how it is! Things should be the same around here barring some periods of inactivity occasionally due to moving/spotty internet (but the queue should be running anyway.) A lot less negativity and gloom, hopefully! Wish me (and Chandler!!!!!) luck and please send us all your good, restful, soft and fluffy vibes!

(The restful slumber of a poor fluffy bastard who has NOOOOOOOOO idea of what the next few weeks have in store for him.)

[sirenscenarios]

Steel Hearts [part 3]

so it has been almost a year and a half since I’ve posted anything new with this one and I am horribly sorry for that ... the first third of this part has been sitting in my drafts pretty much the entire time :/ ... a lot of stuff has come up and this series (and the corresponding one with Ken - and the other boys have their own storylines as well that have yet to be written - they’re all plotted out so if you’re curious feel free to ask) has gotten sort of pushed aside ... here’s the next part of the series ... I hope you enjoy and it is perhaps the smallest bit worth the wait? .... I hope you all are having a good day / night! :) ... feel free to drop a message in the askbox or chat about whatever ... 

~ admin leader 

[ part one ]  [ part two ] 

Reader x Taekwoon

2,422 Words

Drama / Sci-fi / AU

You watched as a dark haired man limped into the room before Ken rushed over and helped him to a table that was surrounded with various tools. “I told you the adjustments would need to be tested out before you were back to taking on the races. I don't know why you let Hyuk talk you into those stupid bets.” Ken fussed at the guy as he went about gathering tools and such before pulling up a stool and pulling up the guy's pants leg.

“What bets are you talking about? I thought I told you both that Sanghyuk was to stay out of your reckless adrenaline junkie races and such?” Iris stood and stalked over to the pair, and you watched as both men cringed away from her. She hit the other guy on the arm and grabbed the back of Ken's neck in a hold. “What exactly was the challenge this time? And where is that little shit, I'm going to set him straight.” She turned to the other man with a glare. “And don't tell me it was rooftop jumping again. Because you know you have an advantage, but he's stubborn enough to do it anyways.”

You watched in amusement as the other guy seemed to almost try to shrink away from Iris. “It wasn't jumping. At least it didn't-” He let out a small yelp of pain when she hit him again. “I made sure he wouldn't get hurt, Iris. I promised you-”

Iris had turned to walk over to a cabinet along the other wall and pulled out a few things before walking back over and tossing some in the other guy's lap. “Wash your face. I'll deal with you after I take care of Star's ankle.” She glanced to Ken with a look you knew was speaking some secret comment between them. “Just make sure I didn't spend all that time looking after this buffoon for him to get caught or die. Maybe we should put a tracker in him so we can keep him from running off.”

Ken burst out laughing and reached to lightly graze his fingers with hers as she started back towards you, before he turned back to the other guy and started unscrewing things on his leg. “Maybe I should make him a shock collar to go with it. Even put a tag on the front with 'Ravi' engraved on it.”

Iris laughed as she knelt down in front of you and started to wrap a cloth around your ankle. You had been watching the interaction a bit curiously, trying to understand the dynamic and how exactly you were going to get back to safety and hopefully keep you and your sister out of the detainment centers. You weren't sure about staying with the rebels, especially given the fact that there had just been a large scale sweep called for again. Although it looked like you were stuck here for the moment.

The main worry about staying here wasn't yourself exactly. You were more worried about your what would happen to your sister. She had been your first thought for the last several years since your parents' disappearances. Iris had finished wrapping your ankle and you could tell just by how it felt that you were going to be practically immobile for the next several days. You would have to trust the rebels to bring your sister here safely. There was no other alternative it seemed.

Without thinking about it, you found yourself staring at the guy they had called Ravi, trying to figure out how out how he was going to get your sister. He seemed to be nearly covered in tattoos with several droid limbs as well. All together he looked intimidating and someone you had warned your sister about. And while you knew she could take care of herself in a fight if something were to happen (as you had made sure of it after your parents disappeared), you also didn't want her to have any reason to fight.

Ravi ducked his head, a light blush creeping over his face. “How long are you going to stare? I mean, is there a reason you're staring?”

Ken burst out laughing before Iris covered his mouth with her hand. “Stop, the lot of you. I'm sure Star is nervous about her sister, and probably in a bit of pain from her ankle. We just set N to charge so it will be a few hours before he's back to help, but I can give you some medicine and you can try to sleep?”

“N will be charged again soon, love.” Ken's voice was softer as he moved to lightly rest his hand on her shoulder. They seemed to be having a silent conversation again and you turned your head as she flinched before leaning into the embrace that Ken pulled her into. You weren't sure what exactly was wrong with Iris, but watching the two of them interact made your chest tighten.

“Ravi can get your sister. He's completely safe. So there's no reason to worry.” You turned to Leo, having almost forgotten about the enforcement droid who had been sitting silently beside you. “Is there anything he should know to help get your sister to come with him?”

“Uhm, if it will put you at ease, I have a younger sister myself. She's ..” Ravi trailed off and absently wiped at his face with the towel Iris had tossed at him.

You saw Leo flinch out of the side of your eye and turned to him with a slight raise of your eyebrow, but rather than meeting the droid’s eyes, he had his eyes and head tilted down. That confused you even more.

“Here you go. This should help.” You glanced back to see Iris holding a small cup and bottle of water with a small smile. “It’s just a simple pain medication. It should help you to relax.”

“I’ll be finished with Ravi’s leg in just a moment. It wasn’t anything serious. Then Ravi and Leo can go get your sister. You can rest in one of the spare bedrooms.” Ken didn’t look up from where he had moved to sit back in front of Ravi. “Just a few simple basic adjustments and then he should be good to go.”

Ravi scoffed with a slight hint of a smile. “You do remember that this is technically my place? You can’t just throw around rooms and such without my permission.” Ravi turned to face you again. “You can take one of the spare bedrooms. Iris can show you which ones are free. I think there’s even a pair of rooms that are connected, if you were worried about your sister.”

You turned to him, trying to give him a smile and nod of thanks. They didn’t have to be as kind to you as they were being. A little voice in the back of your head warned you that they were going to try and get something from you. That there were ulterior motives. You tried to push those thoughts aside and just mumbled a soft ‘thank you’ before opening the bottle of water and taking the medication that Iris had given you. Because as much as you might hate to admit it, your ankle had started to really hurt again.

Ken’s voice caught your attention again as he stood and held out a hand to Ravi to help pull him up. “Okay, test it out. But don’t do anything crazy. And you can’t have any more of the races with Hyuk for at least a month.” Ken blanched at the look Iris turned and gave him before he corrected himself. “I mean, ever. No more races. Nope. None.”

You couldn’t keep from chuckling slightly at how easily he had been chastised and corrected by Iris. Their dynamic intrigued you. It was obvious they cared deeply for each other, the looks on their faces towards each other were more than enough proof of that. But unlike most of the other relationships that you had seen, aside from your parents’ relationship, it was generally the male who had the power and say in things. Theirs was obviously different.

“Okay, I think you’re all set. Be careful this time. I don’t want to keep building new limbs for you. I do have other things to work on, you know?” The teasing in Ken’s voice contradicted the harsh words, and Ravi seemed to be more than accustomed to this as he just rolled his eyes with a nod.

“Yes, of course. Your precious work.”

Iris hit him on the arm with a frown. “Half of your body is his ‘precious work’ so I would be grateful if I were you.” Ravi flinched back slightly, nodding in an almost hurried way as she stared at him for a moment. Iris turned back to you with a small smile. “You said something about a special knock?”

You nodded quickly, having nearly forgotten that you had yet to share the secret that you had come up with as yet another way to try to keep your sister safe. “Yes, of course. You have to know the secret knock when you tell her that I sent you to pick her up. She’s been taught not to trust people. Especially anyone who wants to take her somewhere.” You couldn’t stop sending a quick glance to Leo, who’s face blushed slightly. “After you say that I’ve sent you to pick her up, you need to do this.” You proceeded to tap out the knock on the table that you were sitting on before glancing between Ravi and Leo. “Don’t say anything in between or wait for a response from her. She’s been told to stay silent and hidden if anyone knocks, at least until they do the secret knock.” 

You glanced between the two of them again, making sure that they were both paying attention. “When you get to the door, knock like regular, tell her I sent you to pick her up, and then repeat the secret knock. It might take a few moments for her to come to the door, but when she opens it, whisper her name and use mine when you tell her to open the door. Her name is Selene. Don’t stand out in the hallway too long. If anyone sees you, it won’t be good.” You sighed, trying not to let the idea of leaving your sister’s fate in the hands of complete strangers overwhelm you too much. “Now, repeat the knock back to me.”

You glanced between the two of them, waiting to see who would be the first to try. Leo dropped his eyes before quickly tapping out the knock on the table. It was a little surprising that he managed to get it right on the first try, and your face must have shown it because Ravi laughed. “He’s an enforcement droid, remember? Even if we did reprogram some things and they abandoned him as scrap metal, he is still a droid.”

You turned to look back at Leo, frowning slightly to yourself. Ravi was right. He was still an enforcement droid. “You can’t be blonde. She will never open the door if you’re still blonde.”

Leo stood with a nod. “I’ll go change it again. When I get back, we can go.”

Ravi nodded in return before motioning to the doorway. “I need to change. Maybe wear something that hasn’t been cut by our resident mad scientist.”

“Hey! I’m not a mad scientist! I’m not even a scientist, I’m an engineer!” Ken’s voice was loud and you could hear the playful arguing tone. “But fine, next time you need any repairs or adjustments or even a new limb don’t come asking me.” You watched as he stuck his tongue out at Ravi and crossed his arms over his chest before stomping off to a corner where he started doing some sort of work.

Ravi just laughed before turning back to you with a small smile. “We’ll bring your sister back quickly. Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to her. Leo won’t either.” His smile dimmed a little and you were almost afraid he would say something about how impossible this whole idea was and how he was throwing you out onto the streets. Instead he just nodded before turning to Iris. “You can give her any of the rooms.” He turned back to you for a moment. “You should rest. You look exhausted.”

Before you could say anything in return, he had turned and walked out of the room. Iris moved to stand in front of you and held out a hand. “Come on, I’ll show you to a room you can take. He was right about one thing at least. You look close to collapsing.” You started to protest that you needed to be here when they came back with your sister, but Iris shook her head. “It won’t work. You can’t take care of her if you don’t take care of yourself as well. Trust me on this. Get some rest while they go bring her back. I’ll come let you know when they get back. Don’t worry.”

You could tell there was something behind Iris’ words, but you had to admit, you were tired. The pain from your ankle didn’t help much either. Carefully standing, you took her hand and let her help you walk out of the room. “You both will be safe here. Try not to worry.”

You were led to a small room that held only a bed and what looked to be a small desk. “It isn’t much. We don’t keep too much down here. I’m sure you can understand. But try to relax and rest a little bit. You can’t take care of your sister without making sure to take care of yourself, Star.” Iris helped you over to the bed, letting you sit down lightly. She turned back to the door. “I’ll leave you alone now. Hopefully the medicine will help take some of the pain. I’ll come let you know when the boys get back with your sister. Get some rest.”

You nodded as she walked out and shut the door. The medicine was starting to dull the pain in your ankle and you felt the exhaustion catching up with your body. You shifted on the bed to lay down, not bothering to crawl under the blanket. Before you could let yourself worry, you felt yourself falling asleep.

[lordgeales]

One entire year at Tumblr :D

DEAL WITH IT

An entire year at Tumblr running a rp blog for a vampire that we now know.. A tiny bit about. Instead of just a whole lot of nothing. When I think about it, I don’t think that much has changed, but looking back... It has. Back when I started up, I honestly had no idea how the customs of tumblr RPs worked. I didn’t know about rules, formatting posts, icons... Honestly NOTHING at all. I’m still amazed that no one yelled at me. 

I think I caught on pretty quickly tho, four months later, I made this blog. Changing from a sideblog, to a main. And boy, that changed a lot. With that came the new icons(why did I decide to go all out with them... Whhyyy), promos, rules, a design(that is very old holy-), and everything a RP’er should have. At least according to tumblr. 

Although I have to say that I still felt a bit alone being on tumblr. I never really got to speak to people OOC, and the ones I reached out to.. Oboi (((: Let’s forget about that. It gradually became better. In May I met what I’d call my first “tumblr friend”. Who unfortunately isn’t very active RP-wise anymore.

December was wild compared to the rest of my time. Starting with a meme that led to me getting to talk with Lily(@elyon-kurae​), not to mention the dear Vero(@monophagia​) joining in on the RP :D! That has led to yet another chain event, and I’m very much involved in the RP community now. I think I finally understand what it’s all about.

And although I’ve been through a lot, weeks of inactivity, spikes of activity and shitposting, tons of asks, lack of asks.. Hm, well, we’re still here. I still have the pleasure of talking to most of the people I did back in the days, and a lot of new to call friends.

The people I’ve been interacting with through the time under the cut. Read at own risk it’s very... Long.

People listed in the correct order they appeared at my blog c;

@lestkarrkingofeurope: Starting out with a strange RP on a drawing I won(reblogged just before this post~). I have no idea what we were doing, but it was a lot of fun! Also the reason I even stumbled into this community to begin with. Lately I’ve had the pleasure of being... blessed a lot. Save me from my sins, oh holy tsunami.

@forgottenprogenitor: I think you came along with Lest, with your former muse, Akane. I adored that RP, giving me a chance to show some of Urds more gentle sides. Akihiko was the absolute breakthrough though, I adore him. I love our interactions, and look forwards to yet another year!

@tatsu-rose-bathory: YOU CAME WITH A FLOWECROWN! I remember that much :D! It took a few weeks before we eventually interacted, but I was pretty much in love with Tatsu from the start(still very much am). I really enjoy reading about her, not to mention their occasional small talk they do nowadays. It’s so nice having someone around that Urd actually looks at with gentle eyes ;-;

@makotonarumi/@dusksovereign​: Unfortunately no longer active, but just for the sake of people reading it - Holy fUCK?! When you first reached out to me I was soooo confused. Still am. You are/were an amazing writer, and honestly I felt so bad whenever I wrote replies, because.. Ah, I didn’t feel worthy at all. You were extremely nice to me, however, sending me all kinds of anon-love, tagging me in memes... Ahh. Thank you so much. I don’t think you know how much it meant to me. Just. Thank you. And I’m sorry for being such a slob with the replies.

@ferid-trash-bathory/@shusaku: Turns out you’ve been around forever. Through it all. Wow. Sometimes I do wonder just how bad of an impression i left back then *lol*. Ah, I remember us talking every now and then, it’s just lately I’ve come to know you for “real”. I really like your portrayal of “Fred”, not to mention Shusaku.... Who I might have been a bit mean to back then.... *coughs* Aha, but I’ve been sure that you were nice for a very long time. Still very happy that I reached out to you about the Egypt AU. Although Vero was dying in the background. Best meme lord. Also someone I can always trust to help Urd get revenge on Saito. Gotta get back at that ass amirite.

@mrsaitou: “My first real Tumblr friend” ahh. I really miss having you around. We talked a lot about... I don’t even know. But we talked a lot. I can’t even remember if it started in May, where the first meme with you were tagged, or if we started talking later on. I think I have your personal somewhere... Might dig that out sometimes soon to hear what you’re up to.

krultepxs: Deactivated, unfortunately... A Krul I had tons of fun with, planning all kind of strange stuff. Urd keeping Krul a prisoner after her treason in the Kremlin. An AU where they had to marry. Unfortunately we never got to RP, or plan that much due to me going hiatus for a few weeks. 

@lvstforblood​: OKAY WE BONDED OVER A MEME... And then never talked again. Rip. But if you ever feel like rp’ing, you know where to find me. Winks at.

@asurayuucentral​/@perfectasura​: I can’t even remember when you started coming around tbh, but we haven’t interacted that much. Still I feel like you’re kinda my friend, and I love to see your little likes and crack reblogs ;-;! Also I’d love to rp with you some more whenever!

@erisblonde​: Wonder if you’re still around and into the fandom? We’ve theorized a lot about Urd ahh... Unfortunately it kinda died out - probably due to me going inactive. I tend to do that a lot, huh... Just know, that if you feel like talking theories, hit me up. Anytime. Anyday.

@riddlemehiss/@dil-a-to-ry: WOOP! MY FAVORITE CAT! Okay I was kinda skeptic when The Cheshire cat waltzed into my askbox. But surprisingly I really enjoy his interactions with Urd. You play him amazingly, like holy shit. I’ve enjoyed every single second. Also you’re a really nice person, I think I still see you around every now and then, although Cheshire is on Hiatus. But if you ever feel like reviving him... You can count on Urd to be confused by his lack of respect for gravity :P!

@masterofzawarudo: Can I just say that I love everything about Dio. Although Urd doesn’t. In fact he’s probably annoyed by every single fiber of his being. Sorry for not reaching out to you more often, you’re seriously awesome. Although I find it kinda hard to connect on the strength-level, since our muses come from such different verses. BUT AS LONG AS THEY DON’T FIGHT I’M UP FOR ANYTHING. COME FIGHT ME! YA! wait, don’t do that. Fuck. Also I don’t follow you because I don’t watch Jojo, and you post so much stuff about that rip, still love your blog tho

@kruliisms: Hmmm... Here’s where I’m in doubt. I never wrote it down anywhere, but are you perhaps Krultepxs? Ah, I don’t know. What I know for sure, is that we never really got back to RP’ing, and that you’ve gone inactive yet again. But just to let you know, if you ever feel like doing something with Urd - you’re more than welcome to hit me up :)!

@krullish: Hmm... I think we planned something a while back, but never got around to do it? But anyway, if you feel like RPing with the... shitty russian vampire lord, well... Here I am. Still around c;!

@repulsc: EEEYYYYYYY CASCADA AND LATE NIGHT SHIT POSTING! That my jam. Also chain kinks. I did not say that. I don’t think we’ve ever done anything aside from shitposting and endless icon threads of stare-battles. Always up for more. Or smth serious, whatever you feel like. Winks very hard at.

@brassboundvalkyrie: I think I first noticed you for real when you commented on a picture of me(the mun), however I never really got around to talk to you. Unfortunately our muses are not very compatible orz! BUT HEY! Suddenly you were there, yelling to me about Vero, and whelp... I accidentally joined. Whops. You’re a real nice person, and I looove your Horn. Hope she’ll find a Crowley soon. Until then, I’ll suffer in silence with you. Looking forwards to meeting you c;! Just... No straw, and no masks, k?

@wintersoldier-barnes: Wiggles eyebrows Please send me more Urd. Send me all the Urd. I love the Urd. Gimme the Urd. Urd drug buddy. Also yet another sinner of the SaiUrd squad. Feel free to send me (n)Urds at any times, or just anything in general. You’re amazing to talk to, so~! Also you’re a really pretty Urd holy shit

@rk-silverknight: You just fit in here for some strange reason, because Noblesse yass! We’ve never interacted ic, but you’re still a really nice person! I hope we’ll get to talk some more sometimes in the future. Or perhaps break the bundaries between our muses worlds... Who knows. Perhaps they could actually get along.... Or just have a silent starring contest. 

@elyon-kurae: I can’t even... How did we go from relationship meme to... Talking about high and low? You are an adorable person, and.. So sorry for ruining your innocence orz! BUT EYY SAIURD BUDDY~! Also corner buddy, Tumblr sis, and everything really. I like you tons <3

@rigr-stafford: It’s really nice to have you around! I know we haven’t talked much ooc, but just stretching a leggi out and saying EY I LIKE YOU TOO! Looking forwards to our future interactions!

@borntobeafangirlxd: I think it’s really cute how you manage to like my posts all the time. Aaahhh, you probably have no idea how much it means to me! I’m so happy you like my portrayal, 

@monophagia: How the fuck did the tag “Another traitor has joined the game~” END UP IN A THREAD WITH MIKU, A TV BEING IMPALED BY A SPOON, AND MAKEOUT ON THE BLOODY FLOOR?! KJLaslfhalskfd. I cannot. Even. Just... Lol. Also you liking that Saito-rp-partner ask, and actually making a blog for him is probably the best thing that happened in my whole Tumblr history. You almost deserve a whole post by itself, so I’ll just stop before it gets too long lol. I love u bby, and I fucking adore your Saito. Be it angsty human Saito who gets way too dramatic whenever Urd ignores him, the priest who adores his pharaoh way too much, or the canon-vampire with his weird pudding obsession. You’re a joy to write with, and honestly I’m amazed we’re still keeping it up. I’M SO HAPPY YOU REACHED OUT TO ME?! OK SEE U IN LIKE... SOON. Don’t kidnap me for too long when I come to Germany tho. I cannot German. 

@playfulprogenitor: For some reason I can’t tag you? BUT just want to let you know, that you’re free to swing by anytime! It was really fun seeing you join in on the shitposting! 

@lacus-owns-you: We actually interacted through your OC @louischerel long before I even knew that it was you on that Lacus account. HELLO MOMMY! You’re a joy to talk to, and although we rarely RP, I still enjoy haning out with you ooc <3!

@hiiragi-yukine: Aaah you seem so nice! Although we haven’t really spoken outside the RPs, I really enjoy your OC. Also Yukine as faceclaim doesn’t make it any worse noragamiftwamirite.

@ALL THE PEOPLE I PROBABLY FORGOT

Thank you so much for following me! And I’m so sorry if I forgot you, I had to go through a lot of posts, so I probably did orz.

@ALL MY ANONS

I LOVE YOU TONS THANKS FOR ALL THE ASKS THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT

AND THANK YOU FOR LOVING URDS BUTT I know it’s amazing

He secretly loves you too