#Thread Type: Sentance

[slashcrz]

It was, in all ways, a simple a moment as any. A dusty floor beneath them, humble wooden beams above. No ring, only promises; no grand gestures, only genuine love. It was all the things Zehab was, it was all the things that were right about them. Love, for them, had always been this simple. A strong feeling that could only grow, could only deepen, no matter the distance. Putting into words, and giving her this promise... it was all Zehab had hoped for in his life. There was never going to be a chance that he would spoil, not after the paying the price of it last time. With Meredith, he wanted everything. To cry, to laugh, to grow old, to raise... children, properly, this time. To do it all, together.

He'd been too scared to even ask her... for who was he, but a glorified fisherman, a disgraced guard, a displaced Englishman? Meredith was a Goddess among men; a royal, a Princess, a saint. Maybe Zehab would never feel worthy, so all he could do was state his intention... and she'd known. Meredith, as always, met him where he knelt, and answered the question that he'd been petrified to ask. Yes. Love was awash over them as they kissed, and he realized a tear had fallen into their embrace, salty on his lips as he cupped her face and put every bit of heart into the depth of their kiss. This would be their home. They could... be a family. It was almost unreal. " You will marry me? " He whispered into her lips, eyes closed and arms tight around her, not even thinking of how her fine skirts would be getting dirty from the floors. There was so much work yet to do on the home before it would be ready for Meredith && Robert, but he was devoted. " I feel I am in a dream come true right now. This is all... so... you are the greatest blessing of them all. You are the reason any of this has happened. I stayed for you... I fought with France for you, for this chance to- to finally- I love you so much. " And he was kissing her again, and again.

When they first got involved, when they first gave in to their desires and emotions, Meredith knew there was no future for them. Their conversations about running together, far away from her family where they would get to live a normal life, as new people without any titles, it was just the conversation of two naive souls, who were deeply in love for one another. But then, the pregnancy came and Meredith was both scared and excited. In that moment, she wanted to go, to leave everything behind and be with Zehab, wherever they ended up at. But before anything could happen, he was gone. Without a word, without saying goodbye or giving her an explanation, he just left. And for the longest time, her heart was broken, the only thing keeping her alive was her son, who reminded her of the man who had abandoned her every day. Although, now that he came back and promised to stay, all of the pain and suffering was behind her back, instead replaced with feelings of hope and happiness, finally. And now, Meredith didn't care what others said, what they whispered about her. She was in love with Zehab, ready to give up her title for him, so that they could get married and have their happy ending.

Meredith smiled at his words, but before she could say anything, Zehab was down on one knee, taking her hand in his. Her free hand went immediately to her mouth, shocked by the actions of the man in front of her. There were tears already in her eyes before he even started talking, because she knew what was coming. The moment she had thought and dreamed about so many times. Meredith had no words, she was too shocked to say anything and overwhelmed with happiness. "I ... " She trailed off, nodding her head quickly as tears fell down her cheeks. "Yes. Yes, of course." She managed to get out before kneeing in front of him and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hard and passionate kiss.

[takami-takami]

Keigo thinks he's never seen a prettier boy in all his sorry life.

Something about that sleepy spark in your eyes, the air you carry with the clink of your heel against each step— it could bring a man far stronger than him to his knees. Keigo becomes ever so acquainted with the sight of your back as he chases after you, a lovelorn soul helpless to the wiles of a boy and the taste of their lips.

A longing nestled in the deepest pits of his chest calls him to protect you. He couldn't explain how he knows, should you ask him.

He just feels it.

You could be his prince if you'd grace him with the chance to be your knight in shining armor.

And like the loyal knight he is, Keigo follows your invitation to your chambers as if bogged under a spell. As you lounge on the edge of your bed, he kneels. His lips ghost along your knees when he unlaces your boots, preening into the fingertips that thread through his hair and scratch his scalp. The crackles of fire in his eyes only fall dim in the moments his lashes flutter shut.

You play him like a harp of sorts: plucking him reverently, wholly unaware of the way your presence rivals an angel's to him— your body might as well be golden wheels, covered in eyes and rotating in cloaks of fire.

Your voice, too. It's enough to send jolts of electricity to his core, pangs of need from an unmistakably potent lust.

"Are you sure you want—"

"Yes," he breathes out with whatever is left in his lungs. Another kiss, trailing up your thigh. "God damn it, please let me make you feel good. Let me make you sing, just for me."

Keigo is not a man above begging. When he has his eyes set on what he wants, his heart follows quickly in suit; and there is no shame in that heart tonight, no hesitancy to breathe exactly what's on his mind into the open air as long as there is a sliver of a chance you could inhale it into your lungs.

"Do it," you mutter. Keigo's wings audibly flap with excitement, feathers trembling soon after. "I want you—"

You hardly finish your sentance before he crawls above you, caging you beneath him and crashing his lips against yours as you grant him permission to indulge in the finest delicacy to ever grace his tongue.

His head dips down between rolling shoulderblades, breathing sigh after sigh into you as you flick open the buttons lining his thin, cotton white shirt.

It's not often you find Keigo wordless— his mouth tends to run in bed, tends to entice you open with sweet nothings. He can't help that he's chatty; but all those words fall silent on days you reunite after an aching absence, after missions keep him away to protect you from a distance from the dangers of the world.

"Sweet boy," you murmur against him. "Feeling soft today, huh?"

"Mhmm," he all but moans, the little nod dusting tufts of hair over his eyes. "Missed you. So, so much." He punctuates each word with kisses, greedy and latched onto you at the lips.

You laugh as you pull away, getting up to his displeased hum; but oh, that pout is quickly soothed once he sees what you're doing.

Digging through the mahogany drawer by your beside, careful not to knock over the candle that illuminates your room, you fetch a vial of oil and dangle it for him to see.

"Catch."

Like a puppy fetching a treat, Keigo's fist expertly plucks the vial from the air.

He couldn't hold himself back from pouncing if he tried.

[lavendermage]

Lost in Inazuma 10

Characters: Ayato, Thoma, Gorou, Kazuha

Genre: Sagau

TW:Blood, implied torture, sexual implications (like one sentance)

2.1k words (these keep getting longer)

AN: I’m back baby! Just started college and I feel like I’m in a rom com. My life is a joke, but an entertaining one this time. Working on another longer Childe fic. Shout out to Orah-s, I love you so much. Mwah.

“Thoma, it’s fine.” You laughed as he fussed over your outfit, layers of beautiful silk that Ayato had coaxed you into. Gold thread wove throughout the fabric in a beautiful pattern. You had tried to reject it, but he didn’t let you. This was a diplomatic meeting, he argued. You should present yourself in the best light. It remained unsaid that you only had one chance to prove your divinity, something you didn’t even fully believe. No matter how much you laughed or joked, the weight of it suffocated the room. 

You had chosen people who weren’t loyal to the shogun, those who had fought her tyranny before. Beidou, Kazuha, Kokomi, Gorou. People who would believe you. People who could keep secrets. You took a deep breath.

“Goldie, are you alright?” Thoma brushed your hair out of your face.

You nodded. “I’ll be fine.” You thought for a moment before leaning into him.

“Goldie! What are you…” His arms were held out awkwardly, he seemed scared to touch you.

You sat up, a bit embarrassed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He tugged you back to him, his hand feather-light on your shoulder. It was barely enough to pull you off balance, something you could easily resist if you wanted to. You didn’t. You fell back into his warm chest. His heart beat quickly next to your ear; he must be nervous too. His hand drifted down to rest on your back. The weight was comforting. His scent tickled your nose, cinnamon and tea.

“You smell nice.” You mumbled absent-mindedly.

“Huh?” 

You looked up to see his wide eyes. “What?” 

“Nothing…” His face was red as he looked away. “It’s just… nothing.”

“Alright then.” You laughed before sitting up and fixing your hair. 

There was a knock on the door. You shot up and looked towards the sound, even though a screen blocked the view. You could hear Ayato’s footsteps as he walked toward the door to open it.

“Welcome.”

A woman’s voice greeted him, deep and rough. Beidou. “Commissioner! Kazuha here was excited for the meeting so we arrived a bit early. Hope it doesn’t throw off the schedule.”

“Any particular reason?” Ayato asked. There was a slight edge to his words,

Kazuha spoke softly, a smile in his voice. “The wind told me there was a visitor at the estate. I was looking forward to meeting them.”

Silence, while Thoma scrambled to arrange your hair and clothes. He was quiet, but you were sure that Kazuha could hear.

Another knock at the door.

“Greetings, commissioner. This discussion seemed important, so we arrived early.” The sweet voice must have belonged to Kokomi.

“So everyone is here already.” Ayato paused. “I’ll consult the other participant.” He walked around the screen and leaned down to your ear. “Are you alright with starting early?” He asked. His hand reached out to adjust your mask but he decided against it.

You nodded. “Might as well get it over with.” 

Ayato offered you his arm and you accepted. You walked out from behind the screen. The guests’ faces turned to look at you. 

You bowed deeply. “Thank you for your attendance.” 

Your movement seemed to make Ayato uncomfortable. “No need to bow, Goldie.” He placed a hand on your back. “Please.” 

Beidou smirked. “Awfully kind of you. Is this your fiance, Commissioner?” She laughed loudly. “But he’s right. There’s no need to be so formal.”

Ayato stiffened next to you. You waited a few seconds but he didn’t seem to have a response.

You held back a laugh, surprised he was caught off guard. “No, captain. Our relationship is purely business.” 

Kazuha smiled as he looked between the two of you. “This is the first time I’ve seen you at a loss for words, Kamisato.”

He coughed. “Let’s focus on the purpose of the meeting.” He gestured at the tea table at the center of the room. “Make yourselves comfortable.” 

With a rustle of fabric everyone was seated. You looked around. Kazuha sat to your left and Gorou sat at your right. You and Ayato were at either end of the table. The two women sat next to their subordinates.

Gorou looked at you suspiciously. “Why do you feel the need to hide your face?”

“That’s no way to talk to them.” Kokomi chastised him before speaking to you. “I apologize. He’s a general, not a politician. I must admit, I am also a bit curious.”

“No need.” You waved off her apology. “It’s a reasonable question. I am hiding from the tenryou commission.”

Kazuha looked concerned. “Why?”

“My face.” You reached behind your head to untie the string of your mask. It fell softly into your lap. “They call me an imposter.” You felt naked with your face uncovered.

Kazuha was the first to speak. “The wind whispers about you. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.” He bowed and pressed his lips to your hand. “I am at your service.” 

You felt your face flush. “No-no need to go that far!” You glanced at the others at the table. Kokomi was deep in thought while Gorou stared at you. You felt your heartbeat quicken. “I can prove I’m not lying!”

“How?” His voice came out too fast, too harsh. Disbelieving.

You reached under your collar. There was a flash of metal. A knife. Ayato jumped to his feet. He was too far, all the way at the other end of the table. The metal glinted. Your hand shook as you brought it to your forearm. A hand grabbed yours and the knife fell. You looked up and saw Gorou. 

His eyes were wide with shock. “What are you doing?!” 

“Showing you proof!” Your voice shook. 

“I don’t need any.” 

You just stared at him. “But- if you think I’m lying…”

“It doesn’t matter whether you are the creator or not. Watatsumi Island doesn’t punish those that look like the creator.” Kokomi explained. “We view it as a blessing.”

Beidou sighed. “Most places are like that, apart from a few extreme sects. Inazuma’s archon just happens to follow one of them.” 

You nodded. “So you won’t hurt me?” You hated how shaky your voice was. You hated how tears threatened to fall. Now was not the time for weakness.

Kazuha reached for your other hand and gently uncurled your fingers. You hadn't even realized that you had squeezed it into a fist. “Of course not. It is my duty to protect you.” 

“Your duty?” 

“I truly believe you are my god.”

“Why?” You asked. Kuki recognized that you looked like the statues, but that didn’t convince you. You had read the records. You were far from the first person to have this face. Your blood was enough proof for the Kamisatos’. Not that you understood why. You could think of several reasons for the color. 

“The wind whispers about you.” He held your hand in both of his. “It sings your praises.”

“What does it say?” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

"It tells of soothing teas and healing touches." He paused, “It sings of golden blood and purple scars." He tapped your bandages. "May I?"

You nodded and he carefully started to unwrap the fabric. It fell away from your arm, revealing angry purple scars that branched around your arm. He uncovered his own hand and placed it next to yours. "Electro is a particularly volatile element." He looked up. “I know what it’s like to be burned. I know what it’s like to be a criminal through no fault of your own. Please, trust me.”

“Promise.” You knew how childish the request was, but you couldn’t help yourself. You needed that reassurance. “Promise that you won’t hurt me.”

“I swear on my life.” He said, a hand over his heart.

You nodded slowly, accepting his words. You were so tired, spent from all the stress. Ayato and Kokomi lead the strategizing, while Beidou butted in every one in a while to offer advice. You stayed silent. You didn’t have the energy to participate fully. Absent-mindedly you started to stoke the blanket next to you. Maybe it was a rug. It was soft. You fought the urge to doze off. 

“Gorou, you haven’t spoken in a while.” Kokomi noted. It was true, he had stayed silent for an uncharacteristically long time. 

He sat straight as a pin, his eyes fixed on the table. “I-I guess so.” 

“Are you nervous?” You asked, too tired to watch your words. “You look nervous.”

“Well..” He coughed. “You are petting my tail right now.”

Your eyes widened as you looked down at the softness by your hand. He was right. Your hand was on his tail. You quickly snatched it away as you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I swear, I thought it was a blanket or something.”

He blushed. "No, it's fine."

"I thought you didn't like when people touched your tail."

"Well no… I mean usually but… this is a different situation." He said as confidently as he could.

You nodded pretending to understand. "Can I pet your ears then? They look soft." He was silent a moment too long and you opened your mouth to try to take back your words.

"Yes." He didn't look at you. He just leaned towards you slightly. You reached out and gingerly stroked his ear. 

"...soft." You mumbled under your breath. You had forgotten how sensitive his ears were. He must have heard you as his cheeks started to turn pink. You heard a giggle to your right. Kazuha had heard as well. 

The conversation continued. Kokomi put a hand to her chin. "Gorou and I could take you back to Watatsumi island. The shrine maidens would be honored to take care of you."

You shook your head. "That would risk war. Your island is already in a precarious situation I-" You paused, fiddling with the sleeve of your kimono. "I couldn't put your people through that again. It would be-"

A cup of tea fell to the floor with a clatter as Gorou jumped to his feet, one hand on his bow the other reaching to his quiver. "Someone is outside."

The fear was back with a vengeance. Your heart beat at your ribs, desperate to escape. You felt a hand on your shoulder. Kazuha. You could feel his breath on your ear. "I will stay by your side, your holiness." A light breeze brushed your face. You nodded, shuffling closer. 

You looked over to Ayato. His face was a mask as he directed Gorou and Beidou to follow him. You shivered at his coldness. It wasn't out of character, but you had gotten used to the awkward kindness he showed you. To see him like this was - unsettling. 

  They slipped out of the room. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Silence that allowed your mind to run. It was interrupted by a loud thud and a scream. It was quickly cut off. There were four sets of footsteps when they came back. 

Ayato dragged in a woman. Her nose was bleeding and her uniform was ripped but you recognized her. Chiyo. Ayato shoved her to the ground. There was something unsettling about the way he stood there. Silent, like still water, an ocean with no wind. 

 You didn't bother to put on your mask. She had seen anything there was to see. It only took a few steps to reach her, but the whole time your body was screaming at you to do something. To hit her, to run, anything. You resisted the urge and crouched down to her level. There was a hatred in her eyes you couldn't understand, so deep it threatened to drag you under as well. "Why were you watching us?" You asked, surprised by the strength in your voice.

"How dare you." She growled. "You come here with no qualifications, no references, nothing, and you get a job here. You do nothing all day and you still get treated like royalty. The Lord treats you like you hung the stars in the sky." She spit at you. 

"There are circumstances you don't understand." I argued.

She leaned in, and smiled. A smile so full of hatred it sickened you. "You have the face of a god. Lord Kamisato must like it."

"Like what?" 

You could feel her breath on your face as she got even closer. "He must love having someone like you in his bed."

You startled and pulled away, the heat rushing to your cheeks. You weren't sure how to respond. You glanced at Ayato.

His jaw clenched and he grabbed the woman by her collar. "Do not speak of them that way."  He looked up at you. "I will bring her to the interrogation room. Will you be alright without me?"

You nodded.

Ayato left with the woman and you were alone with the guests. You felt someone tug at your hand. You turned to see Kazuha.

"You should rest."

I laughed. “And how would I do that?”

He pulled his scarf from his neck and folded it before placing it in his lap. He gestured at the make-shift pillow. “Rest your head.”

Beidou laughed behind you. “What a gentleman!”

Kazuha smiled politely at the comment. “Only if you are comfortable, of course.”

You nodded before lowering your head onto the pillow.

By the time Ayato returned you had fallen asleep. He was grateful for it. You had not slept well before the meeting and you needed your rest. There was a second, more selfish reason. He hadn’t fully gotten the blood out from under his fingernail. He couldn’t stand to show himself like that in front of you. So impure. 

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[llycaons]

ishmael with access to tumblr. he can't be on twitter bc he would need a 30-tweet thread to finish a sentance

[jaiwritesgiantswoahh]

g/t story for you!! (parts warning! this is part one!)

tobias walked down the hallway of the all-inclusive high school, trying his best to stay away from the human students as he made his way to his next period. although, he wasn't like the other giants walking by him.. this giant was part vampire. meaning he could walk in the sun, garlic didn't hurt him, and he actually likes the cross necklaces he sees. however... that does mean he has the hunger for blood like a vampire. usually he doesnt feed into this hunger; he eats lots of red meats and that usually keeps it down. however, at this moment, the vampire hadn't eaten any bloody foods in a good while, and he really was craving something better than just a steak.

but that would have to wait; he has to get to his class, of course!

as the bell rang and signalled the beginning of 4th period, the vampire giant sped up his walk, being nearly the only one in the hallways at this point. however, unbeknownst to him, there was a human girl full on running down the pathway, panting and desperately trying to reach her own 4th period before the late bell rang. as a human, her walking speed wasn't nearly as fast as a giant's, and since the school was built for a giant... she wasn't exactly making good time.

most students had the help of a giant friend to get them to class on time; the schedules were strategically arranged so that every human had at least one giant that shared their next period. today, however, the giant that was supposed to get Kiara to her next period was absent, and as much as she loathed walking.... she absolutely detested the only other giant that could get her to this class—

and that giant was tobias.

now, toby didn't have a track record of being mean. he simply kept to himself and would rather draw and listen to music than socialize. who needed people when he has his Rammstein? he actually didn't mind kiara. he, of course, wasn't exactly friends with her, but he didn't dislike her. she was one of those people who got along with anyone and everyone. so outgoing that she can light up a room with just her smile. so sweet that she can lift the spirits of anyone she graces with her presence.

and tobias just... doesn't. he's not that kind of person. he doesn't smile unless he has a reason to, and he doesn't know how to make someone happy.

but back to business.

kiara looked behind her briefly as she felt footsteps, nearly sighing in relief as she thought she felt a giant who could take her to her class. but as soon as her eyes landed on toby, the human female scoffed, finally stopping in her run.

"hey! toby!" kiara waved her arms as she watched the giant boy approach.

"hm?" tobias finally looked up from what he was doing, scanning the ground for a sign of life nearby. as soon as he saw kiara... the girl who was sweet to everyone except him.. he stopped, looking down with a gentle look. "can i.. help you, kiara?" the teen slipped his black and purple headphones off his head, letting them rest around his neck to give kiara his full attention.

kiara seemed to tense under the gaze of the giant. she wasnt afraid of him hurting her... but she couldn't help but admit that he's terrifying. his shoulder length, dark brown hair resting above the orange colored eyes that nearly pierced her soul gave him a bit of a shaggy, monstrous look. his hair was teased a little, giving it a poofy effect while still looking maintained and presentable. unlike his dark red sweater, that had mysterious stains and perpetually snagged threads on it, complimented by his ripped, black jeans and combat boots. he wore various chains, a couple pentants looped into the chains around his neck, and a pair of silver cross earrings hanging from his pointed ears. hidden behind his round lips were a pair of sharp fangs where normal canines should be, as well as a pointed tongue with a single stud piered into it.

"y-y.. um-" kiara choked out as she tried to form a sentance, distracted by his rugged appearance. "are you going to mr. bates's class next?" she managed to spit out a full sentence without stuttering, but she stroked her long ginger hair in anxiety.

"uh, yeah. why? need a ride?" tobias suddenly kneeled down, causing kiara to stumble backwards, nearly tripping on her black flats.

at this, toby reached forward, but stopped short, showing her his open palm that seemed ready to snatch her up. his pale, slender fingers retracted when she regained her footing, but he still seemed ready to catch her if she needed it.

"i-i do! please.." kiara muttered, averting her soft, light blue eyes from his bright amber colored ones.

"alright.. wanna, uh.." before finishing his sentence, toby laid his hand flat in front of kiara, giving her the option to climb on by herself in favor of just picking her up.

kiara stared at his palm for a moment, but slowly took a deep, prepatory breath and stepped closer to the massive, offending appendage.

[xirayn]

WIP Wednesday [Whenever]

Send me a name from the snippets below and I will write the share at least three sentances from it.

Like Biting Bats (Very Metal) | Steddie

“School’s out, dickheads,” Steve crows into the mic. Cheers respond, along with a few lifted cups in salute. As he starts to sing, something becomes very clear - The king has returned.

When It's Cold | Stonathan

Steve’s focus drifts out the window to the snow falling through the darkness. He seems to get lost out there among the flakes, considering the question or avoiding it altogether. A hand along his jaw turns his attention back to Jonathan. Their eyes meet. Jonathan’s tongue brings his bottom lip in between his teeth. Steve’s throat works as he swallows. Time slows. The album ends, leaving them in silence. Hesitantly, Jonathan leans in. Steve’s gaze drops to the bow of his lips then flicks back up to dark eyes.

Outlined Omegaverse | Stonathan

Omegas aren't suppose to start suppressants until after their first heat between the ages of fifteen and seventeen. Jonathan started his at thirteen.

From alpha Steve realizing Jonathan isn't a beta in s1 to the consequences to Jonathan missing his suppresant shot in the aftermath of Starcourt.

It's Snowing: Pizzafire Edition | EddiexArglye + Lumax

Argyle presents Eddie with a spoon of sauce. Upon tasting it, Eddie claps and does a circle similar to an excited puppy.

"You sir," he states with smile that lights up his face, making his dark eyes sparkle and the black-threaded scar across his jaw stretch, "are a culinary genius. Is that from those bland ass canned tomatoes in the rations?"

[zakalwe-the-ninth]

3, 22 and 27 for the fic ask game :)

Hellooo @weidenwinde! ☺️💜

3. How do you feel about your current WIP. Um. Which one...? 👀😄One of them I'm really enjoying but is in limbo while I try to work out an ending, and I'm not sure about the central idea. Another I really love but, well, you know about that one! And the last I've just started and am trying to force myself to write the depressing bits at the start, but might focuss on the happier ending first 😄

22. Do you ever worry about public reaction to what you're writing? How do you get past that? Hmm. Less so now than when I started, I think? People have generally been lovely - apart from one comment! - so that helps. I tend to avoid posting WIPs though because I don't want people's reactions to affect how I finish the story. And I tell myself that if someone doesn't like what I write then that isn't necessarily a reflection on me, it just didn't gel with them for some reason, and that's ok ☺️ I dare say if I had a fic completely bomb that might still bother me, though.

27. Your favourite part of the writing process. A few bits in particular - one, when you stumble on a sentance or concept that just hits right and a part of yor brain just goes, yep. It's so satisfying. And pulling together threads to make a cohesive ending, which isn't always easy and I'm not always successful, but when it works its exciting. Also, when I post something that resonates with people. If I know that something I've wrote spoke to someone, or affected them, or even just made them giggle a bit, thats incredible 😊 It's free dopamine. It should probably be illegal.

Lovely asks, thank you!

[itsmadammask]

Spreading my 2/3 propoganda from twit

I made a twitter thread on why I like 2/3 so may as well just send it here 2.

1] Both of them wrote for the Number Newspaper thing, meaning they could of work on projects together before and have similar interests.

2] 2 was the one who wrote the 35 articles even though: 1, they weren't even there, 2, they could of wrote about other things they were actually there for. During XFOHV, 2 was helping Y find their value, 2 could of wrote about that, but they didn't. Later in the newspaper, 2 ripped out their stomach and threatened to burn everyone alive if they didn't give them money! This was mentionned, but 2 didn't write about it. I understand why they wouldn't do the 1st thing, but the stomach-acid thing sounds like an interesting thing to make an article about. But despite having options, 2 wrote about something they weren't even there for which would ultimatly inconvienience them (not to mention 2 doesn't seem like a reliable writer), why is that? Well, I believe the only possible reason is that 2 just wanted to write about 3 instead

3] 2 seems to be rather biased towards 3 in their aritcle, suggesting they care for them; 2 seemed to of only interviewed 3, stating 3' feelings and experiences yet they barely talked about 5's experiences. Not to mention, 2 seems to write 3 in a fairly better light. 2 says 3 picked up the ball, but left out the fact 3 was sentanced to jail for 6 months after throwing 5 to carry it. Why would 2 leave out an important detail? Simple, 2 cares about 3 and wants to present them in a positive light, which is why they swept 3's crime under the rug.

4] 3 states they were only writing an article because they thought catch was getting popular, but they realized it wasn't true; this suggests that someone asked 3 to write about it instead of 3 wanting to do it themself. Who asked 3 to write, you may ask? Well, most probably 2. As said in p2, 2 wanted to write about 3, so if anyone would of tried to convince 3 to write in the article, 2 is the most likely candidate. This is just a theory though!

5] 3 seems to be happier when with 2. 3 has only been on screen 3 times (haha); 1, 3 was shown playing with 5! Despite seeming happy, we know 3 later gets mad at 5 and throws him. 2, 3 is shown beside 1, but that's about it, 1 doesn't seem to make 3 mad or happy, they're justthere, however 3 is still mad at 4, X, and 7 (and 5), meaning most of the cast infuriates them. 3, In the 2024 video, we get to see 3 happy for once (this is short lived as X later kicks them to the sky), and who are they with? 2, 2 is the only person 3 is consistantly happy with.

6] This is just another theory. People suggested that the crayons here represents (1/4)23. If this is true, that would mean 2 is the closest person to 3.

7] ] Last reasons is that their personalities seem to contrast each other; 2 is an easygoing and friendly person, and 3 is shown to be very opiniated in the TNPC and is generally negative. Ray of Sunshine x Storm Cloud. I think they'd be a fun pair.

Other points that don't matter

[magnoliamyrrh]

i think its fair to be pissed and sad that we'll probably never get the end of asoiaf and yes its annoying that grrm keeps working on a bunch of million side projects and that its been over a decade since the last book

at the same time i cant imagine how hard it must be to try to finish those books. a million story lines a million threads characters symbolisms a fanbase which has spend decades analyzing every sentance. a character who essentially becomes god and knows everything happening everywhere in the past present and future? how tf do u even write that

[fangsandmagic]

Get to know the mun

tagged by : @radicalrascals (thank you!)

tagging : anybody who feels like doing this!

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name : Alanna

pronouns : she/her/hers

preference of communication : Mainly here and also on discord,but I am sort of slow on that

most active muse : Minnie is always active, it may not show, but Minnie is always bubbling away wanting plots. Also Aiden too, he’s my most active threads wise.

experience / how many years :Uh I think about 11 years on here

best experience : Couldn’t put a finger on a best experience, I just love getting to interact with so many different muses and being able to plot with them and even expand on my own muses, which I am always doing. 

rp pet peeves : Not really one when it comes to writing, but when people want replies asap or I put ones ahead of others. Sometimes I have muse for certain threads on a certain day, but they get done. But writing wise, I guess I would have to go with godmodding, like it’s okay if it’s something small like motioning my muse to do something, but if you are taking over my muse, that’s a no go on me. The muses are my puppets!

fluff, angst, or smut : Oh I am a sucker for angst! I love all the angst, my muses have backgrounds that just scream out for more angst! I love doing fluff too, like having muses just hanging out or cuddling is the best. As for smut, I am not apposed to it, I am slowly starting to get back in to it, I have to get used to having m/m and also using my male muses in m/f threads,but I am open to it. Still if you want to do threads with angst of fluff *grabby hands* gimme!

plots or memes : I am a sucker for memes! Mainly ones that are sentance ones, that way I can get something out that can be turned in to a thread, I sometimes even go to the person who sent it and ask what should we do next, just plot it out. But also I am a lover of plots, I am always up for plots, to bring more connections to the muses in different ways. 

long or short replies : Depends on my mood really. I usually do short replies, especially if my muse is pretty low at the time. But I adore getting to do long replies, I get to flesh out my muses more and really think about where it can be taken, also have to have the music to go with it, always have music playing for replies. 

time to write : I usually write before I head to bed, I am mobile most of the day, but I get my best ideas at night. 

are you like your muses : I mean when it comes to things like a certain muse liking a certain band that I might like or having a favourite movie I might, yeah. But other than that, I am nothing like my muses, they all have their different experiences and I can tell you I have never experienced stuff they have. I usually have an idea for a muse and roll with it (normally filled with angst of course haha)

[blueburied]

apologies for the delay, college happened and i exploded temporarily.

Adrenal Gland Disease (which i will refer to as AGD for simplicity) is a cancer of the adrenal gland in ferrets. Adrenal glands in ferrets are responsible for the production of some sex hormones, which will be relevant soon.

AGD is caused by a fault in the relay system between the hypothalamus, the pituitary gland, and the parts of the body responsible for producing sex hormones (Ovaries, Testes, Adrenal gland). basically, when production for sex hormones is needed, the brain sends a signal out through the pituitary gland that goes "we need sex hormones!" And then they produce sex hormones, and only the genitals produce another hormone that tells the brain to stop. When spayed or neutered, there is no way to say "okay you can stop now!" and that messes up a whole bunch of things, I would assume not dissimilar to the 'if i don't get fucked i will die' thing. It could be particularly common due to the US ferret gene pool being majorly fucked up (spayed/neutered ferrets here have an AGD rate of 25%! astronomical compared to other places.) but I am also hypothesizing so i'll shut up about that.

Relevant to the ferret society thread - AGD is most common at 4 years, which is middle-aged for most ferrets. side tangent to that last sentance - IIRC Thor Pirate Software (notable for owning the largest ferret rescue in the US) talked about ferret lifespans and if you crossbreed a ferret and a polecat, the lifespan is much longer, but the risk of AGD is higher which i found really interesting.

read more in-depth here! If I got something wrong as I am not a professional vet, and am rather professionally stupid, please do let me know and i will update this post!

I wonder if any furries doing ferretsonas incorporate their whole thing where they develop health problems and sometimes die if unspayed ferrets don't get pregnant.

[spideystark]

“Right, but it didn’t hit me. I was - I am - fine. We got the files, that’s the important thing. The rest doesn't matter,” she argued. It wasn’t like Kate couldn’t have handled the injury. He’d saved her, though, and that was worth something. “Maybe things would’ve turned out differently if I’d been hit, but I wasn’t! Why do you care so much, anyway?”

“The rest does matter, I had a plan and it didn't include you getting shot at!” He took a step back and turned away from her, hand coming up to run through his hair as he took a breath and calmed himself down. He turned back at the next question, visibly much calmer than a few moments ago when he'd let the panic he'd had to push away before take over.

“Because I care about you, Kate. I don't want to have to see that, I wasn't going to die if you didn't come. I would have been fine.” A lot of people didn't like that he worked alone so often, a lot of people pushed themselves into his plans. But there was a reason he usually tried to avoid Kate being able to do that.

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

A line is drawn

Masterlist

Summary: Superman finally finds his limit. And he makes it abundantly clear.

Warnings: angst, darkish superman?, violence.

A/N: just a random little angsty drabble. Tried to switch up my writing style abit in this, just doing a few writing exercises. I hope you enjoy.

People whispered about the death of superman. The final cry of the alien echoing across the city, the cry causing ripples out in the bay swaying boat and shaking windows. A final war cry of a god. His death was still a victory for the city, for man kind.

But that had been nothing compared to the low mornfull furious cry. Buildings shuddered, dust wafted from ceilings and roofs windows cowered some cracked and shattered. Car alarms began screeching as if panicked by the fearfull cry.

Everyone had froze. Time had stopped.

All eyes were on the man of steel as his framed crouched over the body of an unknown woman. She laid still, arms either side of her head face down in the asphalt. Her hair was loose and splayed, sheilding her identity from all the onlookers. Blood began seeping from below her.

Superman tugged the woman close. Rolling her over calljng out to her name. His eyes glossed over as the womans head lolled back and forth. Then a whimper.

The whole crowd released a sigh as the woman soft pained cries carried through the silence. The god shoulders sagged, cape draping over the ground. And suddelny there were calls for an ambulance.

"Clar-Kal? Kal please.... pl-please it hurts" the words were weak and airy. Hissing pants, air being sucked through clenched teeth.

At the womans voice superman seemed to realise she was still alive. He tipped his head down, quickly scanning the woman whose hands were now holding her abdomen. The bullet wound hidden beneath. He sighed thanking god before touching foreheads and pressed a sweet kiss to the woman.

"I will fix this, the ambulanceis comming. Its not hit anything to serious. You'll be okay, youll get better. Youl, be safe. I promise you i will make this city, this country, this world safe for you." The woman shovered, but nodded mewling 'okay'.

But joker managed to regain everyones attention as he waved his gun around in a frantic joy. He was elated playful like a child. He seemed to enjoy his madness as much as he enjoyed the mayhem he caused. There seemed to be a sense of pride arohnd him. Proud of how close he had come to shaking the unshakeable. breaking the unbreakable. He had found the man of steels weakness.

'"Oh? Deary me! I didnt do a good job of that did i boy scout?" If the scene wasnt tense before it certainly was when the clown spoke.

The man of steels shoulders squared and his eyes glowed. Igniting whe his vision locked onto the green hairs clown.

"Take another step and see what happens clown" the voice was almost unhindged. Fury biteing into every word. The loathing was plunged into the syllables, a growled his that threaded threat into each word. There was a respunding quiver of fear shared by everyone present. Joker smiled oh no. His voice

"Step? Oh no no no~ i wont step closer, i promise." The mad man cooed standing on his tip toes mimming almost falling forward. But then skipped back finishing his announcement with a chilling laugh.

"I dont need to take another step, the good thing about guns means i can? Well here let me just try again;" the joker didnt even finish his sentance. No one could even registerhis words before there was a flash. A red flash, molten heat roared over the woman drawing a yelp.

But only her yelp was heard. Joker didnt stand a chance, the force of supermans rage knocked him off his feet, butthe heat had cremated him befor he could drop to the floor.

Everyone held their breath, shock ringing out in screaming silence. Metropolis had just changed. Superman had commited murder, in broad daylight in front of millions. But none could manage a sound. The sirens of an ambulance called out, hauntingly across the quiet scene.

Superman looked down to the woman.

"This world will be safe my love. It will be safe for both of you. I swear" he cooed, one hand moving to cup her lower abdomen. That was when it all became clear. Superman had drawn a line. And he will kill for his family without hesitation.

[stripeixii]

Honestly I yearn for rp threads with longer than like 3 sentance replies lol

I absolutely do write I love it tbh

I have a (barely active) rp blog if you wanna see writing examples

@stripeixii-rp

Honestly man can I get a rp response that's longer than 3 sentences

[looonnamoon]

Ok but like argument pls? With ur fav character but pls fluffy ending...My heart just can't take some rough angst🥺

Omg same bby same 🥺

I have an idea similar to this, but it will have an argument in it so dw imma make this angsty and real fluffy too >:3

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Picture perfect memories, to his standard, were scattered along his desk, each having their own little charm.

Bakugou slumped a bit on his chair, that morning sun grazing throughout his bedroom as he analyzed these long, but not forgotten memories, faintly hearing the laughter and happiness through those pictures. He smiled a bit while looking at them. Oh how it was so nice, to feel the little bit of happiness that God gave him.

With that feeling, another, unwanted but familiar feeling tumbled into his mind, beggining to pull at his heart. Guilt.

He picked up another picture.

It gave a warmth that no other picture could match, the soft glow of the dimming sun illuminated your figure, how you looked so elegant, so fragile, so perfect.

He remembered the day he took that picture. That was the last time he took a picture that had you n it. If he knew that was the last time, the last happy memory of you he has, then he wouldn't have dropped your glass heart. Along with his as well.

He looked at the clock, the red lights positioned to say '7:30 a.m.'. He sighed deeply, then looked back at the picture, your smile was so bright, so why did he dampen it?

His mind began to wander back to that day. The last day he would be able to call you his.

Muddled memories, filled with angst and rage, fueled the both of you, although yours was justified. It was the first time he finally heard your cries, your pleas for help, your signs, everything. You had finally gotten through the blur of his mind as you screamed at him, letting your bottled emotions out finally, letting this home know that everything is wrong. That it's gotten too quiet, too empty. Days after days of not coming home, untouched food that you had been filling with love, but has been diminishing by the hour. Seconds go by, as the side of the bed that you had called your safe space, now left cold and empty, only you were to warm the bed. Only you, the candle, seemed to burn throughout time.

And on that day, the candles fire blew out, hot, simmering tears streamed down on your face as you kneeled down on the floor, your heart, shattering as you face the reality that you and him may never have that happy ending you wanted. You deserved.

He remembered everything. The silence. The jagged breaths. You.

You held you throbbing head in your hands as Bakugou stood in the same spot, towering you. His mind, on the other hand, was static, slowly cracking into the dark reality of everything. What he has done.

He looked down at you, didn't know what to do, and regretfully spoke in such a robotic tone, unknowingly cutting the last thread of patience that you had for him.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me... I never meant to make you cry..." He said, quietly.

It was partally true, he really didn't mean to make you cry. He didn't.

"You liar look at what you've done!!" You yelled out, giving him the look that has been haunting him for the past three years. Fat tears streamed down your face, throat horse, and your lips trembled.

The next sentance you said fully registered in his mind of how he destroyed the thing he meant to protect, to love.

"Tell me, what have I done to you, for you to hate me so much?"

He loved you.

So much.

His grip on the picture was tighter compared to before, his lips trembling a bit while soft, guilty tears, followed by a weep of regret came from his throat.

He loved you so much. So much that his heart hurts whenever he thought about you, when you held his hand in highschool for the first time, gave him his first kiss under the stars, told him time after time again with that angelic smile,

"I love you."

He was now holding his phone, thumb over the call button of your phone number. He always did this, but berated himself to the point of not trying. He was so scared that he'll do it all over again, or even you wouldn't want to try at all. So many thoughts, both positive but mostly negative swarmed around him.

He stared and stared, eyes now red and dry and overall, he was tired.

He looked over at the picture of his angel. He really loved you. And he would do anything for you, even back then. He was just too stubborn to try.

He took a deep breath and pressed the call button, half hoping that he would meet you'd voice mail.

"Hello? Bakugou?" You spoke, oh god your voice is still as graceful as before.

"Hey y/n, uh, long time no see, huh?" God he didn't realize how raspy his voice was.

But it never mattered to you, as your heart was thumping on the other line, feelings of excitement and butterflies filling your stomach.

How you missed his voice. How he changed.

You both laughed at that.

You continued talking for a bit, catching up a bit throughout these three years. It feels just like highschool, the two of you thought. The journey of your relationship, and how it ended.

The two of you have grown throughout these years, and it shows. You began to feel those same feelings from all those years ago, even then, they never really went away. Your love for him never went away, you realized. The way he spoke, so soft and tender, like those mornings when you were tangled in the warm sheets, basking in eachothers love.

You both knew, even through the phone, you knew.

"Hey, uh, I know this is weird to ask but... argh fuck... uh... do you wanna maybe, um, grab some coffee today?" He hesitantly asked, expecting a polite no.

Your mind then came to a conclusion, after rummaging through all of those memories, the good and bad, and the reason as to why you ended it.

"Sure. Why don't we meet at the little coffee shop we used to go to?" You responded, softly.

Compared to your expectations before, all those years before, you both smiled as you each held a little memory of eachother, retrospectively, glowing against the green of the grass and smiling at eachother.

[olderthannetfic]

[Is the end nigh anon]

I never actually got around to trying discord until recently, mostly because i had a feeling it wouldnt work for me. But then i saw that post of yours about the emergence of ao3 and went to #8(/#9 im sorry)’s blog and found all these guides to set up your own site, encouraging you to learn html and lean into the small web. And ive started trying to learn, but in the meantime i figured id give discord a try as well, since that seems pretty similar to the closed groups of LJ and ye ol internet even before.

And boy oh boy is it not for me. Maybe i just stumbled upon the wrong places but… theres always this “in” feel to them, which of course there would be, theyre basically huge whatsapp groupchats, but with people i dont know. I barely have the energy to be active on groupchats with friends i know and love and know irl and have a history with, i definitely cant be active enough to remain “in the know” in a discord server. This duscussion thread format requires so much energy, and im more of a lurker. I send asks and add onto my reblogs sometimes and stuff like that, but definitely am not in any circles where fandom is conducted privately and nor would i have the energy to be.

Having to use that kind of format as main fandom-format would take it out of me so badly… i understand that with users being the products and the constant exposure, it does seem natural to seek out more closed private places. But i honestly feel discord is not the place for it, at least to me. Everything moves way too fast and the cliques are the last nail for me. If i was interested in social hierarchy i wouldve stayed on instagram. The fact that tumblr is as anonymous as you want it to be and has no follower/likes chasing is the main reason why i love it (besides the familiarity and everything). I understand this is not everyone’s experience, but my dash is curated to death, i never see any bullshit, so to me this space does feel intimate and cozy as well (i guess without chatrooms, but i dont really feel that loss) and im a strong beliver in blocking.

I feel like discord is too careless and borne of modern understanding of internet social spaces, if that makes sense. I feel like closed, more private formats of interacting with fandom would also require more “care”? For example, having your own site, maintaining it, modifing it, lovingly adding to the content, the layout, eveything, theres this “tending to” vibe, which i feel encourages bringing in this vibe into fandom interactions themselves, as opposed to the fast, impossible to catch up with, catty or careless vibe of discord. Yea, the internet goes at breakneck speed and were just along for the ride, but at least in a public space like tumblr that feels manageable.

I do think that to thrive fandom requires being able to take a break without having to suffer the cost of being left behind. And sure, i guess that would work if your server is with people youre friends with, but how often does that happen and how lucky would you have to be.

Feel free to take any and all of my run on sentances as questions, this ended up being ranty.

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I don't think it's entirely luck, but yes, making discord not be like what you describe does require a very particular kind of group and management.

The biggest thing I've seen, historically, in platform changes is that the people who make spaces or who are the sparkly, obvious people other people trail behind are fine. They go make a new place.

But the rest of the population may or may not be able to follow. It's not always exclusion from a private discord or anything. Often, it's more like the LJ-->Tumblr move. A lot of people were left behind because it's simply too visual here.

Different formats appeal to different types. I've come to enjoy tumblr, but it was quite unpleasant at first.

One reality of fandom is that there is always social hierarchy. People have asked me "Why do you reblog so-and-so so much???" and the answer is generally two things: 1. that person literally sends me their posts (which requires a certain level of bravery or chutzpah) and/or 2. I know them (from cons, from LJ in 2005, from them sending me private chat messages a lot, from them being highly visibly active like I am over a long period of time, etc.). The times we think there isn't social hierarchy are when either we are the one in the clique or those invisible ties between other users are not perceptible.

But scratch the surface--by having to move platforms, for example--and all kinds of social connections and fault lines will show.