#god i don't remember any of my tags

[bipercabeth]

Finally, an epilogue.

It’s the end of an era.

(Happy belated birthday to one Mister Percy Jackson.)

[royalarchivist]

Quackity: Oh, it's gonna be so cool to see how this develops. I'm excited, I'm gonna try my best. I'm not the greatest at Minecraft whatsoever, I did nerf Green Team a little bit by accident on the second day. My bad! But, you know, I'm so ready to just grind out and see what we can do, and I just–

I wish everyone saw it with the same amount of, like, kind of enthusiasm. I think all of this and all the development and all the potential arcs, that's going to fcking allow for something absolutely incredible.

And if anyone ends up clipping any of this, something I do want to say is I implore people to view everything with a lot of enthusiasm. No stress, no anxiety, just a lot of enthusiasm. Because, again, this is going to allow for a lot of cool things in the server. Not just now, but in the future, too.

[smalltimidbean]

About a month ago someone asked if there would be a clone based on the secrets, and I have - once again - overthought the idea and ended up with too many kgklfd

So have some concepts while I try to finalise them! They will be just one character, but I might recycle unused concepts later

[discjude]

Hi prequel community. If I said that I think the reason why there were only two prequels compared to the three that the other parts of the series got (3 TSY books and 3 TCY books) AND the reasons why Rhian's eye colour changes miraculously from Rise to Fall from green to blue (I think he's described as having green eyes in Rise? someone might have to correlate me on that) is because in Rise he's supposed to parallel TSY Sophie (green eyes, doubtfully good, multiple boyfriends) and then in Fall he's supposed to parallel Japeth (blue eyes, fratricidal, insane, gets cool one liners) how would you react to that

[xisanamii]

liu wei featuring his homie (gay) and homie (platonic)

[keeps-ache]

my sibling just tripped and i said 'god bless you ?????' like they sneezed or something ??

[friendshipgun]

shuffling back from the depths bc @kaitheenbydoesthings tagged me (thank you Kai!!) in this meme which sounds really fun so here goes: Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

not gonna actually post all of them bc 1) it's a lot 2) most are just part of inktober challenges so the title for like ten wips is 'inktober 19' or whatever 3) most of my wips are detailed outlines with no actual scenes written, save for (at most) dialogue. there's still plenty here tho lol. anyway:

where i go the ancient curse follows the same ghosts every day fucked up rich people Karl/Sturm au where time compression fucked shit up jethan fic doughboy spn -nanowrimo beatification, canonization, benediction spirit hat reverse au wintersberg blades fic the succ ch1 untitled kannazuki hanzo fic genya fic houndwoof at the moon

if i tagged as many people as i have wips it'd be too many so i'm tagging everyone who sees this. if you see this and you want to do it consider yourself tagged.

[levil0vesyou]

Having a post get popular enough to be independently reblogged by someone you follow but aren't mutuals with is. Wild

[eleni-cherie]

this fanfic from 8-9 years ago I'm rereading is so fcking good w so many layers and plot twists goddd fanfics used to be this good back then and didn't even need smut for it.

++ what ppl consider angst nowadays doesn't come near the actual angst from back then.

+++ side-characters that were actually important for the plot and also had their own deep and plot relevant background stories and weren't just there for the sake of it?? it was a thing back then!!

[mythvoiced]

-. some of y'all haven't seen H.annib.al I presume which is why you haven't seen the Will Reconstructs Dr Gideon Killing The Nurse scene and--

[evakant]

no bond is stronger than that of gifmakers on tumblr dot com

[arctic-hands]

Pleasantly surprisingly, Ferrero has apparently made progress in going fair trade and getting sustainable palm oil, so I bought a small jar of Nutella to try out again, and the cocoa in it didn't give me a migraine. No idea why but goddamn Nutella is good

[mayonakano-archive]

i'm going to delete this later but i need to just. yell.

[wingedarchivist]

Do not let them know.

Remember, She is not here.

Stop looking for Her.

You will not interact with Her in this life.

It's for your own good.

It's not Her.

They're not one of your siblings.

Stop looking for confirmation.

She's gone. Live a little.

Stop thinking about the past.

How She hurt fixed you.

Be yourself.

Live, so that you do not waste this time.

The time you have without Her.

You still love Her.

Because She is the only one you know.

[neverendingford]

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[mythvoiced]

@theimpalpable | the GBEP

Another glance at his front. He can't help it. They hadn't exactly signed up as extra aid to keep watch to this area with the idea they'd be getting fashion tips from random strangers he'd almost threatened to apprehend. To stutter a little through their thought process and reactions seems sensible enough.

Also because he's somewhat starting to doubt he's talking to an actual person. Or... a living one, at least. Which opens the door to a completely different set of problems, which he'd truly rather not step through today.

Or tonight, rather.

Or at any point in time, actually.

Calloused hand flattens the front of his clothes until his fingers curl around the hem of the bland shirt he's wearing under his jacket, lifting it up to stare down at it as though the fabric could materialise a visual representation of the colours just described.

They look up.

What an odd fella. Stiff, somewhat, but not really. Stiff in a way gentlemen are in Western shows, controlled like people of the elite, intellectuals, and superior to the smaller ones who don't have fine shoes, nor can they afford them. At the same time, though, he doesn't... seem... particulary arrogant? That small extra weight to self-importance that would have made assessing him easier.

His tone of voice, too, conversational, if, again, a little... stiff.

Though Seok-ju feels that's not quite the right word.

He blinks, tilts their head. "I'm... I'll be honest, I'm not quite sure what 'burgundy' and 'hazelwood' look like," a smile breaks out on their lips, like the sun through hazy, stern clouds. Not quite sheepish. Humorous, almost. "I like my fashion and my style, but... not an expert on the finer details like the actual proper names of colours."

"So," Seok-ju clears their throat, a casual little human error, tick, more than the actual need for it, "when you say replicate... You're a tailor? Or someone from that industry?"

Well, that would explain... wait, that would explain a lot actually. Fine suit, fine demeanour, fine everything. Seok-ju shoves his hands into his back pockets and relaxes with his elbows jutted out, like moments from replicating a mother scolding a silly child.

Although, the naturalism makes him wonder if 'industry' is the right word to apply here.

"Some sort of patrol, yeah," they concede, shifting their weight to rotate the stiffening joints of one of their ankle. Fine manner of speech and apparently very dedicated to his craft, which could both make him terribly innocent or... well... be a very good cover.

"It's nothing too serious, though, you don't have to worry. Nothing dangerous at least," a shrug. A kid missing is always a serious thing, even though too many in the precinct would argue that 19 years don't make a guy a kid, and he's a guy anyway, whatever could possibly happen to him.

Maybe that's why they'd had to volunteer. South Korea and its oh so inclusive laws for missing people. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen a young male-presenting adult most likely wearing a Doosan Bears baseball shirt, beige school uniform trousers, white running shoes and a sports bag?" A tilt of his head to the side again and tragically for himself, the face he makes is doubtful enough that he can't help recognise that some of his fellow officer's thoughts might have begun slipping into their head. "About this height," lifts his hand to hover, flattened palm facing the ground, an arm width over his head. "Potentially in distress, appearing lost, or unapproachable. Maybe in the company of someone else?"