#I just haven't pulled tarot to plot anything for a while

[ace-malarky]

maybe I just pull tarot cards to plot out the shapeshifter wip huh

since it's not fucking giving me anything otherwise

[spectralsleuth]

🧩🎨☁️🏜️❄️🍬💌🥑

WHOAH WE GOT A BIG ONE HERE

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Disclaimer: every piece of fanfiction is a gift from an angel. I love it all, because no matter how cringe or silly it is, the alternative is that fic NOT existing and that is unacceptable to me. That goes for any art.

Okay salty little hater time: Who the fuck started saying "greenette" or "pinkette" to stand in as an indicator for a person with a certain hair color. It is the new "orbs" in fanfiction. I literally have backed out of a fic, walked around a bit, and then gone back in resigned. It's so funny and I actually think of it really fondly, because it's a symptom of fandom the same was all the old fic tropes back in the early 2000's were. But god it even hurt me to write out. Weird formatting and paragraphs breaks I can adjust to pretty easily.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

THIS TAROT SERIES FROM KAYSON (@tangledinink) They picked all of the series perfectly for the cards, they didn't just half heartedly pick the aesthetics that fit, and every single one is absolutely GORGEOUS. The style fits in with the other art/fics perfectly while still having that special little background/detail flair that Kayson likes to use. Fantastic. ('Strength' for LSoW Yoshi was an inspired pick as well. Love it.)

MATCHING BEST IS THIS COMIC by @cool-chocolatebouquet A whole comic! On one of my fave parts of mine and @alicat54cwriting's crossover??? So funny and good.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

My username was 'spectralsleuth' for a while because I had thoughts of making a webcomic series about a detective who is dead, and was brain rotted by Homestuck naming conventions. (Which in itself was a satire of early 2000's internet culture, only dramatized.) That never happened, but the name stuck for all my accounts because I'm too lazy to think of a new one.

'audioEidolon' was what I started with on discord forever ago, and I wasn't ever planning to talk to anyone on voice chat because I was shy. (Thus the 'audio eidolon' name.) But I made some really good friends playing DnD and we talk almost every day, and have done for almost seven years now. So I guess my internet nickname will forever be 'Audio' or 'Audi'.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love comments that pull out a line they specifically liked, or struck them. Maybe it's selfish, but I like seeing the specific things they liked because THAT'S the kind of comment that you think about while writing and forever after. (Despite how nice and easy as generalized comments are. I love all comments!) I even prefer comments that pull a specific line to say they didn't understand it, or noticed it was a little weird or out of place over generic ones, because it shows that they're invested and actually internalizing the writing. In this day and age of bots and AI, it's nice.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

MAN THIS IS A TOUGH ONE. Every time I think, wow I wish that fic existed, I generally write it myself! I really can't think of anything I've wanted that I haven't at least started to write myself.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Oh man I don't know if I even HAVE an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character? My 2003 Leonardo opinions are surprisingly rare I think, he's one of my favorite TMNT characters of all time, and I think he and ROTTMNT Leonardo actually have the MOST in common between their counterparts. I never understood those crossovers where Leo and Leonardo were so bewildered by each other.

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now? 

ZERO BABEY. So I actually have OCD and notification stress me out really bad. Like make my tummy hurt and I dream about them. This is the notifications for all three of my main email accounts:

Ignore the ranchers I'm too lazy to crop, the photo widget has like 100 pieces of fanart I really like for all my fandoms. (Natural evolution from printing pictures at the school library to put in your see through binder cover)

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@heckitall honestly? Not because we are besties (WE ARE) but I think Heck would have genuine logical knowledge and together we could figure things out and how to hide the body. (Heck hmu I got a job for you.)

[weirdw33b]

Kleos

You probably haven't heard off this story unless you're my best friend

But, anyways! Experience the very short prologue through the eyes of Charlie!:

You woke up with a terrible headache and found out that you're in an omniscient world with your best friend Morgan, you're both tasked to finish the book Kleos, by reading it or becoming one with it (post-plot power levels if you will for now)

The plot's fun and all, but let's get to the post plot power levels

Charlie is the Futaba Sakura of the team, using his computer, he'll be able to map out anything, not only that, he can always bash someone's head using his trusty violin, he's an off field guy

Morgan's the poison specialist, while her poison could kill a grown healthy adult male, she's definitely not made for close or long-term combat, so with the help of her hat pins covered in a healthy dose of her poison, she'll just support from the sidelines by throwing them like throwing knives

Artemis, the incarnation of the goddess of the moon, the adopted daughter of the most powerful magician ever (aka Joyce Solomon) and also the team's debuffer, with the help of her weaponized tarot cards, just give her a minute to remember what spell she'll need and she'll deliver

Kore, the kind and motherly healer who also just so happens to be the queen of the underworld's incarnation and direct descendant of the god of thunder, with such a resume it'll just be better for you to surrender before she pulls out the bow

Ambrose, the direct descendant of Thanatos and also incarnation of the god (it's weird, I know), the cold yet sweet dps of the party, pay attention or he might behead you with his scythe

Last but never least is Ignatius, the most closest regular mortal except he's blessed by the god of the ocean while representing every mortal hero (I love my op characters), with the help of his pistols (judgment of smash style), he'll take anyone down

Now, I clearly have a thing for op heroes

[nachtai-ish]

Petty Betty.

plot: It was petty. Extremely petty.

But honestly, at this point, fuck it all.

inspired by that post about how the oc would fuck with the fans if they were dating harry styles. this isn't much, just trying to get my feet wet again.

You were tipping on the edge of danger, knowing good, and got damn well in a few hours that your mentions and DMs would be filled with all kinds of vitriol.

But fuck it, right? Live your truth.

"Hey." You said, adjusting your phone a little, making sure to lean into the camera so that the gleam of his necklace would catch in the camera. You made sure to tuck it in just enough where it could be noticeable but not out enough to give away the surprise. "Can yall see and hear me?" You sat right in front of his piano. You could only see a glimpse of the recognizable background in the camera.

"I just wanted to come on cause I know yall haven't seen me in a while." You brushed your hair back, smiling into the camera. "I've just been sitting back working on stuff. Letting twitter talk about me." You smirked, knowing a lot of the people talking about you were right in your live, just waiting for you to slip up.

You didn't mind it at first. The rumors that you and Chris had become an item. They were true, and it wasn't doing your star profile any harm being paired with America's Wonder Boy. You couldn't go to target anymore without being harassed by paparazzi, but it wasn't hurting you.

Until it was.

The first comment you caught was one comparing you to Scarlett Johansson and Minka Kelly. How they were his type and you…didn't quite fit. You knew what that meant.

And then there was one calling you plain. And then there was one saying that you were using him for hype. And fuck that.

You had won an Oscar, damn it.

Then there were threads digging into your past, bringing up every bonehead thing you might have said at one point. Threads with you looking less than your best at Starbucks. According to some parts of Tumblr, you'd been attached with many of your castmates. You also were some witch that had clung to Chris to leech off his fame, and according to tarot, you wouldn't be famous for more than another year. That you were a bad actress that sucked dick to get an Oscar.

And fuck that. No one fucked with your Oscar.

And that's why you were on Instagram Live, pulling his recognizable navy blue baseball cap over your head, making sure that red B was directly in the camera.

"Yall, I haven't had my hair done in weeks, so excuse my appearance." You ignored the rush of comments running up your screen, trying your best to not let the smirk brimming break onto your face. "But yeah, what the fuck is up? Did I miss anything? What's the cool jams?" You chuckled.

Your live had shot up to 20,000 viewers, and you had barely been on for 6 minutes. Shit. Well, might as well break the internet.

You scrolled the comments, smiling at the dead emojis that some of your celebrity friends were putting up.

"Aww, I love you too, Diana. My fans are the best." You continued to scroll with one hand, pulling down your t-shirt crewneck to scratch at an imaginary itch and show the famous St. Christopher's Medallion.

"Nah, I'm not ever going on The Masked Singer." You said with ease, although evil laughter was brimming in your soul. "Yall are not going to clock me for my bad singing."

There was another rush of messages, many surprised emojis and hearts, and fires. Good, you were happy your message was getting across without you having to say anything.

You opened your mouth to say something else but met the eyes of Chris just across the room. You smirked, knowing that your face was still in the frame, and everyone on the camera would know that your focus was elsewhere.

He tried his hardest to look disappointed with you, but he smirked, shaking his head. You smiled.

"You really ready for this?" He mouthed.

You nodded.

He followed suit nodding along with you.

"Sweetheart, get off live." He said, accent and cadence unmistakable.

"Come to bed."

this can be seen as a continuation of Oscar Darling....my never forgotten fanfic.