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[murkshade]

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[ktzart]

horseifications for @hydroflorix, @clover-locket, @skyphile, @officialgleamstar, and @macmodean !! thank you guys so much you are all darlings

[bidoofenergy]

1 for can’t help but lose my focus? 👀❤️

hehe hi travvy!! 1. write a scene from can't help but lose my focus from another character's perspective

the hat that kid gave jimmy is so good it's entirely worth the lecture he knows security will give him later for accepting something from a random fan--even if it was just a little girl, so excited to be so close to the team. and she had looked so happy when he put it on!

that cheer caries jimmy through his press conference, made even better by the response from the room as he goofed around with the hat. and then it's over and tango didn't ask a single question

jimmy slips away from the manager before she--or a hovering grian--can stop him. he doesn't especially like mingling after a conference (people love to try to sneak extra questions) but tango didn't ask a single question.

"tango!" he calls, trying to weave through the crowd as they file out. "impulse!" thankfully, they hear him.

"hey kid," tango calls back, which--well, jimmy doesn't love to hear it. even if he is wearing a silly fluffy hat and can't make himself let go of the little paws. but the way tango's looking at him makes up for it a little, fond.

"good game today!" impulse says, as he gets pulled into a conversation with a reporter jimmy doesn't know.

"thanks!" jimmy turns to tango and absolutely does not pout--because he's in a hallway full of press and cameras and gossips. he can feel grian's glare from all the way down the hall. "you didn't have a question for me today."

"i did not." tango agrees. jimmy loses the war against the pout. tango doesn't even sound a little sorry. he made plenty of good calls today! there was plenty of time for tango to ask a question--especially instead of that ridiculously long-winded one about player trades. like jimmy is ever allowed to talk about trades.

"i like your questions," he says, even though he knows it's a stupid thing to say.

tango laughs, but he's still looking at jimmy fondly. "i don't think i ever liked anything the press asked me when i was playing." of course--most of the press are assholes. but most of the press aren't tango. how can jimmy make it any clearer?

"maybe... it's about who's asking the questions..." he says, letting himself sway closer to tango, letting his voice trail off suggestively.

and then grian interrupts, a perfectly timed "timmy!" cutting over everyone's conversations. jimmy nearly swears. grian better not complain about his crush on tango after interrupting him like this--and with that stupid nickname that he refuses to drop too! like tango needs to know another embarrassing thing about jimmy.

but a quick glance at grian--and their pissed off manager--tells jimmy he's not winning this round. "captain's calling," he sighs. he nods at impulse, who turned around at grian's yell. "see ya impulse."

tango and impulse wave as he backs up. "bye tango," he says, trying to keep his eyes on tango for as long as grian will let him get away with.

"see ya jimmy," tango says back. jimmy doesn't let go of the paws but squeezes them in quick succession so the ears flip-flop in a goodbye. tango's whole face contorts with a barely suppressed smile. jimmy will count it as a win.

[fanfic author ask game]

[hmshermitcraft]

Some Rizzie/Fairydog for the theme!! Maybe based on a fic I never finished, hehe

Ren knew that he wasn’t meant to touch Princess Elizabeth. He was her personal guard, but not meant to be her friend, even if she loved to chat with him and had him call her Lizzie. Even if his tail never stopped wagging around her and he thought she was one of the funniest people he had ever met. This never stopped Lizzie from being all over him and insisting that he be her partner as she was taught how to dance, but he knew that he could never be the one to initiate contact.

Until the masquerade ball, at least. He had the night off, and was supposedly spending it in the town. Instead, he was dared by Lizzie’s other guards, Cleo and BigB, into attending in a mask and interacting with the royals and nobles attending the ball.

Even in disguise, he could identify his Lizzie anywhere. And when she asked him to dance, well… it didn’t hurt to agree. She didn’t have to know. He was pretty sure he was doing a decent job of disguising his voice.

(He really wasn’t, but Lizzie would have recognized her knight from the feeling of his hand in hers anywhere.)

Lizzie would have recognised Ren's wagging tail. She would have recognised his stance. She would have recognised the way he dances in the way they learnt so many years ago.

Now the only question is... How can they do this more often?

[iersei]

It’s okay if not!! But Normal/Scary? Platonic is okay too :3

[VOTE FOR GLENN CLOSE HERE AND GET A SKETCH REQUEST]

me and the narrative foil (platonic) (romantic) (secret third thing)

[finalgirlgraveyard]

Yaaayyyyy playlist and mood boards :D Travis, please? :3

T - them changes by thundercat R - ringtone remix by 100 gecs ft kero kero bonito, rico nasty & charli xcx A - anything you want by jawny V - victory by janelle monáe I - i wanna see some ass by jack harlow S - sweetest pie by megan the stallion ft dua lipa

put your name in my inbox ill give you a mini-3 image moodboard AND a playlist of the letters of ur name

send here

[isadora-greenhall]

hello beautiful <333 for the fic game - 1 for you as well, and 7!!

G’day handsome 🥰

Questions for fic writers

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

I still think my first fic, Come Home, is one of the best things I’ve ever written. I’m really proud of it as a character study for Nick, Nicholas and Nicky. And there’s my classic angst in there that I feel like would give a new reader a good understanding of the sort of thing I like. In the same vein Halloween Vignettes is also good for varying levels of my signature angst but does end on a nice light happy note.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

Hmm, I don’t think I’ve really done much worldbuilding in my published fics 🤔 When I finally get on with my Ron’s sister fic I do have some interesting ideas about the cards she would pull from the Deck of Many Things, but that would be spoilers 😉🤫

[celestialvexation]

“Life is a god damn ocean and I have no idea how to swim.” for Brent/Vern 🥺 for me ❤️

after what we've talked about.... it rlly makes you wonder! ( ´･_･`) and anything for you, friendo ❤️❤️❤️

Thunder rumbled outside, the rain beating against the window with such ferocity that Vernias was concerned that the glass might crack or shatter. The forecast had predicted a storm or two for the day, but he didn't know that it was going to be this severe. He heard what sounded like hail, and the wind made the house shook with every howl as lightning flashed in the sky. He watched as it illuminated Brent's impassive features, though Vernias could sense the storms that raged within like the one outside.

"Brent...?" There's a soft sigh, but the man didn't turned to him. In his hands was Piplup, the plush staring back with its featureless expression. Vernias had hoped that it could elicit a chuckle or even a smile ( however broken it may look ) from Brent.

Instead...

"You ever feel like that, Vern?" A question is given rather than an answer.

Vernias's eyes drifted until they landed on the wall next to them. He remained silent, which encouraged Brent to continue. "Where it feels like no matter how many times you've been given the praises and compliments and assurances... It's never enough? Every single time you hear it, it ends up sounding like....like shit. Like white noise." His voice rumbled with the thunder outside, the younger man shifting on the bed so he's sitting at the edge with his head lowered.

He could understand; truly, he could! Vernias wanted to help him, to save him from the raging waters that threatened to drown Brent no matter how many times he's reached out to him. Even if Brent would turn away or sometimes reject the help needed, it never deter Vernias. If anything, it only meant that he had to try again and again. His neck suddenly throbbed with a dull ache, but Vernias ignored it in favor of clutching at his sweatpants.

"It's never too late, Brent," Vernias replied with a humorless chuckle. "You and I both know that. It just takes time for-"

A sudden crash startled him. He barely looked up in time to see Piplup now sliding along the table then tumbling to the ground. Whatever items that were on the table have now fallen over, clattering to the ground to join the plush. Vernias turned towards Brent, who stared at the Pokemon with a hollow stare.

"No, Vernias. You don't fucking know. How many times do I have to tell you that. That's the one thing about you -- you just don't fucking stop. Our ass is not listening? How about yours?!" Brent turned towards him, his features now menacing in the dimmed lighting thanks to the storm clouds. "How would you like it if you're sitting there, just sitting there, and you have this...this force just constantly following after you? It never leaves, it doesn't really do anything... But it's there. It's there, and it keeps watching your every move and you don't want to piss it off. You can't even breathe normally around it!

And then it...starts to affect with how you make friends. if you can make them at all. By then, it's all too much for you!" Brent shot up to his feet, hands sliding up his face then clutching at his short hair. His eyes went back to the fallen Pokemon, vision slightly blurring but he assumed that his eyes settling to the darkness.

"I just... I just can't fucking do it, bro! I see you guys having fun. I see that you're all worried about me and it's just... God, I hate it. I hate living like this. I hate every single moment because it's like... It's like..." Brent heaved out a sigh, his chest expanding further out then collapsing in a heap. "Life is a goddamn ocean, and I have no idea how to swim. I'm drowning, Vernias..!"

During this, Vernias was completely silent. His eyes, wide as a deer in headlights, pierced straight into Brent's heart where it quivered and stilled for a solid minute. "...I'm drowning," he repeatedly, softer this time as he made his way over to kneel in front of him. Tears fell down his cheeks and his senses made him acutely aware of the howling winds and battering hail against the fragile glass instead of the strong, warm arms tightly embracing him.

Brent's hands clutched at Vernias's shirt like a lifeline despite this. He wept as he brokenly uttered out, "...You wouldn't even hear me."

[couldpolyamorysavethem]

DOB from OXVENTURE

Justification:

"He gets into a relationship, getting engaged to a woman named Katie, and immediately has to struggle to balance that with his bond with his closest friends, his adventuring party. This gets to the point where he’s pissing everyone off because he can’t prioritize (and also they just hate Katie because she’s trying to kill him but it’s not about that right now) one over the other. When he introduces his fiancée to his party, one of them makes a joke about how marrying Dob means that Katie is marrying all of them. Dob also literally says that he and Katie are considering opening their marriage up once they’re settled to include the party, starting with a specific party member, and uses the phrase “circle of love”. Canonically. Additionally, his wedding is ruined because he confesses his love for another woman but he still seems to love Katie and misses her afterwards. And then him and his adventuring party go on his honeymoon as a group and act as if they were the ones who got married. Someone please get this man to Portland, he was born to be the inadvisable unicorn to some married couple" - @officialgleamstar

[jackfuckingtwist]

YAAAYY SLEEPOVER :] I would love a random rant about something bothering you teehee

oooooo!!!

i have already "ranted" about this before in a personal post but my most harmless rant rn is that it's about damn time american english embraced the word "fortnight." mostly because i absolutely loooooaaaaaathe the term "biweekly" because what the fuck do you mean that also means "every other week" no it fucking doesnt it means "twice a week"!!!! *gestures widely* "fortnight" is right there!!!!!!

(also a bonus for you, when i was in 8th grade the only word i got wrong on a spelling test was "dialogue" because my english teacher insisted that "dialog" is the "proper american spelling" even though ive never seen that spelling used by anybody anywhere ever regardless of country of origin and i will probably never stop being bitter about it.)

[musashi]

15 and 21 for the fic ask game!

something you learned this year

i literally do not have to write characters i don't care about for the purpose of diversifying i can just be autistic and write about the same 3 bitches forever. yippee!

most memorable comment/review

im genuinely blanking because i can't think of anything i got this year that was particularly standout, it was all just really nice! here's hoping comments get more unhinged in the future, i miss some of the insane shit i got in the past.

[thatneoncrisis]

Happy birthday !!!

:] tyyyyy

[blacktofade]

sorry for going through and spamming your gemtho tag but i just love them so much. thank you for the brilliant fics <3

Never apologize!!! I was scrolling through my notes twirling my hair and kicking my feet in happiness! I love seeing people work their way through specific tags, and I'm really glad you've been enjoying the fic!! 💖💖

[bidoofenergy]

BIDOOF!!! 77 for the Spotify Wrapped drabbles :D

i can't count??? i think this is actually 77?? regardless. one of my favorite covers. woe, unrequited gemtho upon ye

From The Start - Good Kid

Gem had thought—hoped, desperately wished—that joining Hermitcraft would kill her hero crush on Etho. Never meet your heroes, right?

Her feelings are driving her a little insane. When it's just the two of them, Gem hesitates and stumbles over her words like she's a teenager again. And yet, somehow, Etho is unaware. Every time she sees him it's like the first all over again. It's a shot of adrenaline straight into her bloodstream, sending her heart thudding out of her chest, making her so dizzy she's never sure what comes out of her mouth.

And yet, somehow, Etho is unaware.

[hmshermitcraft]

Sliding in with a last-minute art theme headcanon <3

In their competition for who is most- they mean less!- obsessed with Etho, Gem and Joel start creating beautiful gifts for him. Gem makes him a painting of a lush jungle. Joel makes little terracotta statues that resemble different animals he likes. Gem writes him a poem, and then Joel takes the poem and makes it into a song. Soon, it turns into Gem and Joel collaborating on new pieces to fluster Etho, all while they pretend that they’re not looking forward to seeing the other. Because man, they always have so much fun together. And the other is so clever and skilled. And sometimes their hands will bump while working on something, and they make eye contact, and the other is so pretty …

Etho has never been good at being the centre of attention. It should've been a relief when Joel and Gem's focus drew to each other and not him...

Yet it's not. He's jealous. So he guesses now it's his turn to pick up a pencil and prove just how unobsessed he is with them!

[jazzyjesse]

Hi Jesse ❤️. I hope you get bitten by a vampire tonight you deserve it. Up to you if this is a compliment or a threat

TY TRAVIS!!!!! its a compliment :)! i hope u get uhhhh idk a hot dyke?