#and not just a simple dash

[definitelynotshouting]

Hello again scarian nation i was admittedly a little shy about posting this but i come to yall with offerings of gay kisses<3

For context this is for @sparxwrites who wrote the FANTASTIC series there's something wrong with the boatem hole which is the universe where this snippet technically takes place. This can be understood more or less without the context i think but it pairs best with reading Found first :] enjoy!!

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"Do you trust me?" Scar asks, sudden and easy as breathing.

Grian's shoulders hunch. "As much as I trust anyone, I suppose," he says, but that's not quite true. Scar is Scar, and everyone else is... he trusts them, of course he trusts them, but Scar is different. Scar is special. A tier above the rest. "I do," he amends, "trust you. You're very trustworthy, Scar, even though you swindle me half the time."

Scar doesn't rise to the lighthearted invitation to banter. His eyes are void-dark, pupils swirling with stars-- slowly, so slow Grian can track each individual movement, he reaches up to the space right above Grian's head, hovering both hands there.

Grian blinks, and his vision doubles, triples, multiplies by numbers he cannot name until he's dizzy with it, drunken reeling at the surge of multifaceted points of view. From the corner of his vision he spots his wings puffing, mantling-- eyespots blinking, glowing soft and lilac in the shadows of the Swaggon.

Scar's hands drop, grazing over Grian's ears-- he shivers-- before gently plucking at the straps of Grian's face mask.

Alarm thrills through Grian's stomach. "Scar, what are you doing."

"You said you trust me, right?" Scar replies.

"I--" Grian's throat closes. "Well I-- Scar, I didn't think that meant--"

"So trust me." Scar's voice is a murmur, low and melodical. He peels away Grian's face mask, slow enough that Grian could stop him if he wanted to.

He doesn't.

The face mask drops between them with a leaden rustle. Grian shivers again; this strange vulnerability Scar is asking of him leaves him raw, exposed-- his soft underbelly, for all the world to see.

Except it isn't the whole world. It's just Scar.

Maybe that's the same difference.

If Scar notices how Grian trembles, he doesn't comment on it. Just rests his hands at the nape of Grian's neck, curling his fingers into the short hair there. Flexing them, thumb brushing against the shell of Grian's ear in absent sweeps.

Scar grins, then, a crooked little quirk of his lips. "Still trust me?" he asks.

The words have been stolen off his tongue. Breathless, Grian can only nod his head in one sharp, staccato burst.

"Good," Scar says, quiet into the fragile space between them, and slides his hands forward to cup Grian's jaw. Gentle and slow, coaxing him closer, tilting his head up and at an angle as Scar leans down--

Scar's lips press against his own, somewhat chapped, warm all over, and Grian's breath shudders to a jagged halt in his chest.

It's a firm, confident slide of lips over his; Scar angles his head, nudging Grian with one hand, and blindly Grian follows. Parts his lips in a soundless, shaky exhale, drinking in the warmth surrounding him as his eyes flutter shut. His wings fall limp at his back, dragging on the floorboards-- he's not sure what to do with them, or his arms for that matter. Hesitant, he wraps his hands around Scar's biceps, holding on for dear life as Scar pulls him even closer, tilting his head further and deepening the kiss. Teeth flash over Grian's bottom lip-- the barest of pinpricks in between the molasses rising up to muddy his thoughts.

Grian sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, even as Scar runs one hand through his hair, weaving his fingers through the strands. For this small eternity, rationality doesn't exist; what he's left with is the tingle of his lips, the calculated capture of his cupid's bow, the mindful scrape of Scar's blunt nails against the side of his neck. Grian shudders, flutters his hand to rest on Scar's cheek, and lets himself drift.

[soulrph]

good morning my beloveds! this is a bit of a surprise post, but i'm thinking it makes more sense to say this in a post now rather than copy and paste it for the heartbreaking number of people asking abt this in my inbox!

allow me to paraphrase the overall message of, at present, fifteen nearly identical messages in my inbox:

"hi blue. i'm wondering if you have any advice on how to deal with people not interacting with you anymore. i make all these posts and starter calls, i post memes, i answer drafts, i do everything in my power to make my dash a nice, happy place for people to feel comfortable enough to approach me for interactions and conversations, but nobody is doing anything. nobody is liking my posts, or commenting, or reblogging. my notifs are empty, and i feel really awful about it."

that's actually, word for word, what has been in my inbox for three days now. and i didn't know how to respond, because quite honestly, i have no advice for you. none except for this:

please, please, please start interacting with your mutuals some more.

i'm guilty of it myself. i go silent a lot, i've no idea why. however, i still make a good effort of trying to comment on people's posts, because that's what this place is. tumblr is a social media platform. we socialize on this platform. if we stop doing that, it ceases to be a social media platform.

but a single like can do so much for a person. sending a DM to do some plots, commenting on a post about how to make a grilled cheese REALLY special (i like to add pesto to mine!) or sending unprompted asks to a new mutual! it doesn't have to be massive. but we have stopped interacting with one another, and it really, really sucks. it's so disheartening, it really is, and if that happens to one person, they'll stop sending out notifs as well. and it'll expand, like ripples in a puddle.

it breaks my heart to see so many people facing this challenge. and i'm so sorry that i've been unable to provide a solid answer or suggestion. but the issue here is the community itself. it's a classic example of an individual issue expanding into a social one. if we stop communicating, if we stop socializing, on a SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM, then it's no longer a social media platform. we're no longer a community. we're just a bunch of people who like to write, and we're all on tumblr.

let's make it a resolution. in fact, a challenge. let's all agree to like a few posts each day. or comment on a friend's post, or send in a few memes, or randomly tag people in starters. it's not a massive effort, it's not a huge energetic loss. if we all did a small bit each day, i can guarantee that the dash would transform almost overnight into the community we all knew and loved and deserve! but we all need to be making that conscious choice to interact and communicate more often.

[tilting-at-windmills]

I'm in a haiku mood...

I met a man who

fixes wings on butterflies,

brief life still is life.

-(m.)

[fictionadventurer]

Inklings Challenge, abridged

Week 1: Grandiose plans

Week 2: Complete failure to write anywhere near as much of my story as I wanted to write

Week 3: Acknowledge reality and switch to a simpler story idea

Three days to deadline: Scribble out beginning scenes of story

Final day: Spend all day desperately writing to have something to show by the deadline

Day after deadline: Recover

[goldensunset]

man ‘understandable’ is not the same as ‘justified’

[faceeeeee]

AANZHAMDBAKSKSISI THANK U FOR ANSWERING MY QUESTION I LOVE UR INTERPRETATION AND I LOVE YOUR DRAWINGS if u don't mind me asking more questions- when your rub popped into existence did he went through something like that spooky drawing where it took him a while to process the fact that he had just been born and had no idea what he was supposed to do or did he just went "oh yeah i'm robtop this is my world and i'm in charge whatever" ALSO this one may sound a little weird (u don't have to answer it if u don't want to) but does the real word has any influence over this world? Like- since u said rub it's just a digital representation of the real rob let's just say the real rob decides he no longer likes idk, potbor (just an example) so he deletes him from the game, does that mean your rubrub will just go "yk what, for no apparent reason I don’t like you anymore, so im gonna kill u"?

And a less weird question: do the shopkeepers and guardians need to eat? If so, do they have any favorite foods?

HSDAHDAHG NO PROBLEM and you can ask as many questions as you want!!! It really doesen't bother me at all, in fact I get really excited bout em!!!!

So, to answer the first question: Spooky was the one that had the hardest time at adjusting to his surroundings and he spent a few days still wobbling around till he understood his intended "purpose". Rub on the other hand, as the creator, he knew exactly where he was and what his goals were right off the bat.

For the second question, you hit the nail right in the head :) Any decision or verdict that the real rub makes is immediately passed onto the robo rub in the digital realm (tadc flashbacks are killing me) so yeah he just goes "You're now considered a hindrance to the peace of this realm" and bada pim bada bum poor potbor's gone as well as everyone's memories of him. Though he CAN make decisions without having the real rub make them for him. They're the same person but at the same time they are not (A kind of example might be Severance and the whole 'innie' and 'outie' thing they have going on but if you haven't watched that series....welp im out of examples. If I don't make myself clear please don't be afraid to ask and that way I can formulate a coherent answer the 1000th time :') ).

And to answer the third question: The guardians don't need to eat but can do so if desired. The shopkeeper species on the other hand do need to eat. They are the nearest thing to a human being apart from the players.

Though the shopkeeper's meals are always limited to 2 or three types of foods so there isn't really any variety for them. Thankfully for rub, they aren't really picky and are indifferent about the fact that they eat the same stuff every day on their lunch break.

[yohankang]

not to be a hater but they really should stop making bls just for the sake of making bls

[shdwtouch]

idk maybe I'm a little bias but uh. if there is a thing and it glows, that thing is now 100 times better. glowing makes everything better, you can fight me.

[yuukimiyas]

who’s the girl that’s making heads turn!

hi! i’m chloe! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ა i’m 26, american, art enjoyer, wannabe writer/poet, hopeless romantic, lover of the rain among other things & i’m absolutely elated to have you in my own personal lil city! there’s a lot of hustle & bustle, but i hope you find something you love while scrolling! here you can find some more information about myself & my blog!

ADORES: coffee, late nights, large cities, enamel pins, classic literature, music, anime figures, anime/manga, movies, attending concerts, french culture, art, poetry, writing, long drives, vinyl records, reading, video games, traveling, flowers & things of the like! ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ

before you sightsee, please consider the following: 

ꕤ i love receiving asks & chatting whether we’re mutuals or not! just keep in mind that i’m a human person & if i find an ask inappropriate/spam or breaks my rules in anyway, i will not answer it. 

ꕤ i’m very personable/bubbly by nature! if anything i say/do makes you uncomfy please don’t hesitate to let me know! it is never my intention to hinder your positive experience here in any way!

ꕤ this is my personal (& only) blog! i do make text posts/ramble in the tags, if that isn’t your thing this might not be the place for you!

ꕤ i do my best to keep everyone safe & try to add a trigger warning tag to posts with mentions of drugs, alcohol, etc. keep in mind that the night life in the city can be intimidating! you might see or read some nsfw/dark content! please, proceed with caution!

let’s keep this city clean! the following are prohibited:

littering! - hateful speech/comments, racism, misogyny, disrespect, homophobia, politics

robbery! - stolen art or written works from myself/others, plagiarism of any kind

menacing! - trauma dumping, drama/discourse, etc.

whether you’re just passing through or staying a while, remember that the city of lovers is a safe space! that being said, let’s try to be be kind to ourselves & each other! *ପ꒰⑅•ᴗ•｡꒱໊੭*

[alchemicalwerewolf]

GUYS. GETTHE SHIPPING DISCOURSE OF MY DASH.

PLEASE.

look, I understand that you don’t support a ship. I understand you don’t want this ship. But guys. If you don’t like it, don’t look at it. Don’t read it. It’s really not that damn hard. You absolutely do NOT need to go dissing other people’s ships, ESPECIALLY ON THEIR POSTS AND TAGS. Shipping is not that deep. Just stop, PLEASE.

[urwendii]

the serie

"How come you never married?"

Maedhros looks over the book he has been trying to read for the past minutes to throw a wry look at the Maia sitting crossed legs on the other side of the bonfire.

"Where does this come from?" He comments back, eyes drifting back to the tiny printed letters.

"You can't hear him but Ossë has been waxing poetry to Uinen for the last ten minutes."

Maedhros snorts loudly and still not looking at Mairon he lifts a corner of his lips.

"Is this how you people say it?"

"Say what?"

At this he looks up once more, expression blank, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh."

Sauron the dreaded Foe of so many ages Maedhros thinks with dry sarcasm. Maedhros has heard the rumours in Aman. The Seduction of Mairon they called it. Acting clueless when he highly doubts the Maia was a virgin, not since many, many long eons at least.

Mairon seems to shuffle and adds more dried wood to the fire.

"It's not like that with them."

Maedhros has no wish to discuss the sex life of Ainur or lack of so he simply hums and resumes his reading.

"You haven't answered."

Annoying. The once fallen Maia has a stubborn streak that reminds him much of his brothers.

"Maybe it's not of your business."

"Maybe not. I'm still asking."

"Lucky me."

He sets his book aside long enough to bring about the cloak over his long legs. The nights are still fresh upon the last days of winter.

"It was war."

Beside Maedhros thinks, he had swore off his very soul to the folly of his father. He doesn't want to think of Fingon and his gold adorned braids and his warm hands as they cradled Maedhros' feverish pale skin. Once upon a time in Tirion, in Fingon's cosy room, in Maedhros' formal bedchamber, in Oromë's woods. He doesn't want to bring up Beleriand or Thangorodrim and think of the agony of these days, and then later, the darkness and the darker deeds when some soldier had told him there was no body to find, to bury, to say goodbye to.

Maedhros frowns and shakes himself back to the present. In his left hand, the missing right one throbs.

"What about you?" He deflects. Mairon gives him a strange smile, halfway through pity - for himself or Maedhros? It matters not. Maybe they aren't that different after all. Except in this. Fingon was light and kind and good and Maedhros tainted him.

"Depends what you view as marriage." The Maia answers, and it surprises Maedhros that he will answer at all. He shrugs then and looks away from the golden eyes and the similar hair.

"Perhaps I was then."

Mairon hums. "Perhaps I was too."

"Not sure I enjoy this revelation." He wants to keep the talk free of these thoughts, but they come still. He is trying though, they both are. A penance and maybe in Eru knows how long, maybe then he will be able to go to Fingon and feels worthy again. He hopes Mairon has no wish of reconciliation with his own estranged past relationship, Master? Maedhros isn't so sure he will not claw at Morgoth's face with his own bare hand should the Vala ever break free from his jail.

"Who was it then?" Mairon asks and he blows on a loud sigh. Then blinks because after all why would Sauron know? His own father never did. Maedhros can deflect or lie but the moon shines above them and the scent of pines bring him comfort. In this land for once there is no more war. Only mending.

"Gothmog trampled him during the Nirnaeth Arnoediad."

Nothing moves on Mairon's face until then he leans back on his hands, nine fingers splayed in the cold grass and tilts his face to the night sky glittering above them.

"I've never liked Gothmog. Brute with no refinement."

"Not your pal then?"

"Hardly." There the Maia's face contorts into something frightening, and Maedhros can see then what Findaráto probably saw in the dark cells of defiled Minas Tirith.

"They were wrong. The Balrogs. Smelled awful."

"Wronger than you?"

Mairon smiles that provocative smirk of him, the one that means Maedhros hit too close.

"I am prettier." And because they have been journeying together for months now, Maedhros is not surprised when the Maia stands up and without more words, walks away to go and lie further away, arm tucked underneath his head.

He gathers his book and flicks it open. He misses Fingon and the absence of his warmer self within his soul is as noticeable as his missing right hand. One day he will return. He genuinely hopes Mairon's thoughts aren't of the same nature. He looks at the Maia's profile lost in the darkness of the night and thinks that loneliness tends to turn hearts into mangled shapes.

He wishes Ossë will be back soon.

[frostedpuffs]

Hi! Just finished reading Sewing Sentiments and I am sobbing, it's so good. I love it and I love those two dorks so much. I was also wondering if you had thought about / written about the fate of the store after the only competent employees quit.

aw im glad you enjoyed it!!!! sewing sentiments was really fun for me to write :> the shop definitely closed down LOL. buuuuuuuuut part of me can imagine a sort of what-if future where, years later when adrien and marinette are married and financially stable, they'd buy the old shop that had been sitting (all dusty, abandoned, and falling apart) and turn it into marinette's own little boutique. she designs and makes the clothes and runs most of it, but adrien is more than happy to support his wife's dream/passion and maybe have his own section where he sells confections like macarons and cookies and other sweet treats (that he made) to the customers when he gets free time from his day job...which i can see being a full-time employee at marinette's parents' bakery, or some kind of work in social services/pediatric care, where he can help little ones in need :)

this is all hypothetical, not canon, but if that's the future you wanna imagine for them in the fic, i think it's a sweet ending for both the shop and adrinette :')

[justablah56]

bro ngl I am so fucking tired

[lotus-duckies]

flavors of neurodivergance, MLP edition (includes EQG and Pony Life things)

Twilight: (1) special interest but falls in love with everything adjacent to it, loner type but then got Friends, you may touch for (5) seconds unless she says otherwise, loves organizing things and setting up scenes, counts things for no reason, unintentionally rude/blunt, very logical and reasonable, probably didn't smile for photos as a kid cause it's Hard, was probably labeled as Gifted Child and everything was downhill from there, asked the teacher if she could work alone and lowkey broke down when she Had to interact with people, no change please keep everything the same :), takes things literally, comfort items, walks with feet flat on the ground and arms straight, sees the flowers at the base of the mountain but fails to see the mountain, "WAIT NO THAT'S FACTUALLY INCORRECT *cries*", would probably kiss all her friends on the mouth even though people say that's not okay

Applejack: When she starts a task she can't Stop and someone has to physically intervene, (1) special interest and it lowkey rules her life, impulsive, Does Things That Aren't Socially Acceptable And Doesn't Know Why, blunt/honest/unintentionally rude, expressing emotions is Hard TM, empathetic but like. on the inside, probably worked on assignments alone as a kid because she could get it done faster that way, wears (1) article of clothing everywhere, everything needs to be the same or she will Die, can and will fight you, no fashion sense only Practical and Comfortable, reading is Hard TM

Pinkie Pie: No volume or tone control, likes and does things that are considered childish/infantile, Does Things That Aren't Socially Acceptable But Doesn't Know Why, super empathetic, too much energy, no emotional regulation/ mood swings, oooo look at that wait no look at that other thing what were we talking about again? Will Not Shut Up, eats as a stim/craves sugar for Dopamine, exaggeratted facial expressions, SUPER touchy, comfort items, walks on her toes, (1) special interest and she's very hype all of the time, carries around a stuffed animal,

Rainbow Dash: Blunt/Unintentionally rude, vestibular and auditory stimming, visual and auditory sensitivities, can't read social cues or anything that isn't remotely interesting, NO emotional regulation, IMPULSE, stays up til 3 AM cause the bees are too loud, a few different special interests and will not shut up about them, Sits Weird TM, either too much energy or not enough energy, no self preservation! we die like men!, a lack of school smarts/teachers HATE HER!!, very fidgety and restless, walks on the sides of her feet, look at that hey look at that other thing wait what? this hoe clumsy YEET, making weird noises,

Rarity: If I Don't Do This Thing My Family Will Die, oooo shiny, (1) special interest to the point where that's just what people Associate With Her as her Personality, hyperfixation for hours or days and she is in physical pain <3, overexaggerated facial expressions and behaviors, funky grammer syntax, significantly better at masking than her friends, used to walk on her toes now she just wears heels >:D, vERY picky about how clothing feels and that's why she makes her own, pressure and visual stimming, loves wrapping up in the blankies like a nesting bird, poor short term memory, slightly impulsive, "you may touch for five seconds, if your hands are clean"

Fluttershy: No volume control, can't read social cues, v shy and had no friends/had to be adopted by an extrovert, relates more to animals than people, would probably get diagnosed with social anxiety before anything else, auditory sensitivities, seemingly irrational fears of very normal things, intrusive thoughts baby!! and depression tbh, walks slightly crooked and hunched over, raptor arms, (1) special interest and it's a miracle when she manages to socialize without using it, cat: blep fluttershy: blep, special interest Seems normal but it's actually probably weird

[greyhavensking]

my desire to be a pokemon trainer for Halloween has rapidly decreased after cursory research has revealed that toy pokeballs cost like $20 a piece

[jockdiscoballs]

I think it's fun and funny that as a butch I'm the personal thrift shopper for my fem friends. Like I understand what looks good on them and is fem, and I would never wear it for myself. This skirt? I'll send it to her. This blouse? For another friend. For me? Fun tie dye shirt.

Same with my emo and goth friends. I see some shit I know they would like? Sent. Not really my thingy, but if I can find it for u, I'll find it.

Personal butch shopper at ur service